but this came out different then i envisioned

I wanted to experiment with this one..There was a look.. a feeling that was in my head, but it came out way different from what I envisioned. Not sure that’s a good thing. Sometimes it is, because it can take you to exciting places, but sometimes it’s a frustrating feeling that you were unsuccessful in properly translating your vision on paper. Anyway, as frustrating as it was, it wasn’t a total loss. Maybe I’ll revisit it and try a different look.

JB Imagine - College AU (Part 5)

A/N - I am absolutely loving this JB college AU, what do you guys think? If there’s any other pairing you want me to include more (like Mina and Jinyoung) then let me know! Hope you enjoy~

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

“And do you, (Y/N)?” JB’s straightforward question had thrown you off a bit, leaving you rather flustered. You hadn’t at all expected him to confess like that, or even at all. 
“Um, well..” His face sank at your hesitation, taking nerves for a rejection. He nodded and walked away, a disappointed expression on his face. 
“No, wait!” You shouted, grabbing his wrist and pulling him to face you. “Let’s go somewhere no one else will be able to interfere,” you offered as you led him away from the group towards a forested area. 
“If you’re taking me here just to reject me, I’d rather go back to the group.”
“I didn’t take you here to do that.”
“No? Well if you didn’t how come you were hesitating so much to answer me?”
“Because I was flustered! I didn’t expect the guy I like to just come up to me after some other girl has tried to flirt with him and then confess his feelings!”
“You like me?”
“Of course I do, Jaebum. Look at you.” Hearing you call him by his full name made JB smile. The way it sounded coming from your voice warmed him inside. It made his stomach flutter and he couldn’t help but want to hear you say it again and again.

Weeks later and you and JB were in a weird state of not knowing where to take things. You were yet to go on an official date together but had shared many cute and intimate moments. You’d had many ‘dates’ where you would sit in the library together and make notes for an essay plan. Often, you would see JB write little notes or doodles into a notebook. He’d hide it from view and would never let you look inside, only sparking your curiosity and making you want to look inside even more. It wasn’t until one day when JB had left to go to the toilet and had forgotten to put the notebook back into his bag. It was just sat there in the table with a pencil sticking out of it. Knowing you shouldn’t, you tried to resist the temptation but you couldn’t stop yourself from picking up the notebook and opening it to the page he had been writing on. There scrawled on the page were little lines of text. Was it poetry? Or maybe lyrics to a song? Not wanting to get caught, you closed it again and put it back in the same spot, hoping JB wouldn’t suspect anything. The little lines you had read didn’t gain any logical search results when you typed them into your phone. JB was clearly writing something that he didn’t want you to see. Who knows what for. Despite becoming closer to him, JB was still the same mysterious person who you couldn’t quite figure out at the best of times.

After a couple of days, JB asked you out on a proper date, seeming extremely nervous to talk to you even if you were both fairly close. He hadn’t told you where he would be taking you except that you should “dress nicely”. He had teased you a bit, saying he didn’t want you embarrassing him with one of your shirts with an obscure book reference on it. But then immediately reassured you he thought it looked cute, in case you hadn’t picked up on his teasing tone. When JB arrived at your flat to take you out, he looked practically speechless at your appearance.
“Wow, um (Y/N) you look amazing.”
“You don’t look too bad yourself, Jaebum. Where are we actually going tonight?”
“Oh, I was going to take you to a little art gallery in town. I’ve been there a few times and thought you might like it there too.”
“Great! I didn’t realise there was an art gallery nearby.”
“It is pretty hidden if you don’t know where to look. Anyway, ready to go?”
“Yep, all ready.”

Spending time with JB at the gallery was amazing. It was better than the classic ‘dinner and a movie’ date since you could admire beautiful pieces of art while talking and getting to know each other. Knowing JB had come here often also gave you an insight to his mind and how he felt. Walking around, he had told you that certain pieces had inspired him deeply. During that time, he had also told you that he wrote music which explained the lyrics you had seen in his notebook. Throughout the night, JB had barely kept his hands off you. The whole time his hand was in yours and he would always be reluctant if he had to let go. This side to JB was entirely new but you liked it. He seemed more vulnerable and soft, rather than the ‘chic’ person he often appeared to be. Jackson would no doubt tease him if he saw JB’s change in demeanor. The thought only made you smile as you could practically envision JB’s blushing face as Jackson pointed out how differently you made him act without even trying.

As the night came to an end, JB dropped you off back at your flat, though neither of you wanted to say goodbye. 
“Jaebum, do you want to come in for a bit? My roommates are all out on some girls’ night and probably won’t be coming home until the early hours of the morning, if at all.”
“Sure. I actually had something that I wanted to show you.” Walking into the flat, you led JB to the living room where he sat beside you on the sofa. He pulled out his phone and some earphones, handing them over to you. 
“I have something I’ve been working on that i want you to hear. You know how I’m always writing in that notebook and I never let you see it? Well, this is the product of that.” Without saying a word, you put the earphones on and let JB press play. The song that played was soft and nothing like what you expected JB to write or listen to but you loved it nonetheless. His lyrics were beautiful and his voice was even better. Once it had finished playing, you immediately took out the earphones and hugged him tightly. 
“Thank you so much, Jaebum. I loved it.”
“I like you a lot, (Y/N) and I know I’m not good at expressing that so I hope you know now from that song.”
“I like you too, Jaebum. And even more so after that amazing song. It’s honestly the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me, thank you.” You looked into his eyes and smiled. He smiled back at you and leaned in for a soft kiss that soon escalated. The apartment was empty apart from the two of you and you were definitely going to make the most of it.

100 Ways, 13/100

There are many ways to say ‘I love you.’ The Devil and the Detective are just a little slow on the uptake.

Lucifer’s word is his bond. No matter what.

Rating: T
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Chloe Decker/Lucifer Morningstar
Words: 1702
Ao3
{Chapters}

This one is a little different. My original intention was to limit these to Seasons 1 and 2, but then I came up with this idea and it wouldn’t let me go. I decided to write it anyway, so this takes place in early Season 3. 

I’ve been deliberately cagey about what that means (you’ll note I am very non-specific about the new Lieutenant.) I’ve tried to make it so that you are free to envision as much or as little of what we’ve currently seen in S3 as you want.


13. ‘Sorry I’m late.’

Chloe sat at her desk, pretending to fill out paperwork while in reality staring at the clock. Her leg tapped unconsciously with impatience and she was fit to be tied by the time Dan walked into the precinct to start his shift.

“Lucifer not here yet?” he asked as he stopped by her desk, correctly interpreting both the expression on her face and the building’s relative tranquility. “Isn’t today your evaluation-”

Yes, Dan,” Chloe snapped, in no mood for the usual rivalry. “I know what day it is, thank you. And so does Lucifer. I told him how important it was to make a good impression on the new lieutenant.”

When Dan just kept looking at her, she let out an exasperated huff. “Look, he said he’d be here, okay? So he’ll be here.”

Dan gave a dubious shrug and went back to his desk. Chloe didn’t care what he believed. She knew Lucifer. There was nothing that would stop him from keeping his word.

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Heavy Soul

Request: Hi! Um, I know this may sound like a weird request, but could you write a fic where the reader has wanted to come out to Sam, Dean, Cas, and Crowley that she’s bisexual, but ever since God!Chuck came back, she’s been really nervous about it? And she eventually decides to come out to them, but God!Chuck overhears? It doesn’t have to be any pairing; I’m just going through something like this, so it’s mostly to help me feel better. If you don’t want to do it, that’s okay. But thanks anyway!

Pairing: None 

Word Count: 1800

Warnings: None 

A/N: Hope this makes you feel better :)

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How to Start: Give Your Ideas Time to Breathe

It can be hard to start a story. Just how do you transform an idea into words, then transform those words into a plot? Ell Angelina, NaNoWriMo participant, shares the process she goes through to bring a story from conception to the page:

While I don’t like going for long periods of time without writing, I do prefer to let ideas age like a fine wine (or, since I don’t drink wine but am fond of smoothies, like an unripe banana). 

If an idea stays with me for years, it must be worth exploring. No, it won’t be the same story that I envisioned when I first came up with the idea, but that’s okay. That’s good. I will see flaws I was blind to years earlier, or be able to combine two good ideas into a great one.

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Just One Last Time

Eliot is immortal. The leverage team was not. Future-fic. Angst, character death flashback, Damien Moreau, mostly an Eliot character study I guess. (Highlander fusion)


Eliot felt the presence of another immortal well before the shadow stepped into place beside his own, darkening the otherwise bright green grass at his feet. He squinted against the bright sunlight but didn’t bother to look or otherwise react. He already knew who it was.

A voice he’d known for centuries broke the silence. “How many times must you do this to yourself before you learn? Mortals…they always die in the end.”

Damien Moreau always managed to show up at the worst possible times in Eliot’s life, and today apparently wasn’t gonna be the exception.

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Tell Her I Love Her (2x13 drabble)

Just a wee show-verse drabble (using the term loosely–100 words isn’t ever enough for me!) that I’ve been imagining since I saw the titles of the S2 deleted scenes several weeks ago and noticed

 “Tell her I love her” 

as the final one on the list. I’ve since learned it was NOT in fact having anything to do with the scenario I envisioned…but all the better, because now I get to write it! 

Check out @londonerbecky​‘s take on the same line if it were delivered by Murtagh, and one eventually from @suhailauniverse​ who imagined it being spoken by Jamie. Love that we all three came up with different ideas! 

My master list 


Tell Her I Love her (2x13 drabble)

“I will name him Brian… after your father.”

That made him smile and my heart broke again. 

Was this the last time I would see him smile?

He took me in his arms like—Jesus, God—like we were in the grand ballroom at Versailles. Dancing. 

“I love you,” I choked. My eyes darted frantically across his face, trying to capture his image, to burn him irrevocably into me, even as he was about to tear himself away, to fling me and our child into the void. I love you.”

He could barely speak. “And I—you—

Each step backward toward the stone was a death knell, my mind screaming, wailing. 

Jamie is going to die today.

Your Jamie will die today.

Jamie will be dead and—

…dead…

…BUT…

“Jamie, tell—” I broke off. 

I couldn’t say it.

“Aye, mo chridhe?

I had to say it.

“Tell her—I love her.

He stared at me for a long moment….

…and then he understood.

“I’ll take good care of her, Claire.”

I threw myself forward and he held me just as tight, so hard that I thought I would break apart, as if I weren’t already on the verge of breaking. 

But there was the tiniest spark within me now.

Jamie would die today…

…but they would have each other. Jamie and Faith.

He pulled back and gently lifted my chin. He was crying, hard, and his voice shook…but I was given one more sight of Jamie Fraser’s smile, after all.  

“I canna wait to meet her.”

Stereotypes About INTJs

We’re Bitterly Sarcastic All the Time

Not necessarily true. I’m only sarcastic 90% of the time. 

Truthfully, sarcasm comes naturally to me. It’s easier, and more amusing for me than simply saying giving a simple statement. For instance, during a final, a friend of mine asked how to divide 230 by 25%. I shot him a look. We were in college. Now, I could’ve texted:

230/4

But it was much more fun to say:

It’s not like we’ve learned fractions yet, us still being in kindergarten. 

As of late, I’ve realized other people find sarcasm annoying. It doesn’t particularly bother me. I think of it as a gentler alternative to calling someone an idiot, which isn’t socially acceptable either. But sometimes, you have to call someone out for asking a dumb question so they don’t waste your life with more dumb questions if they’re an adult (children excluded). I think LMGTFY was invented for the INTJ who’s probably been used as the personal database for far too many of their classmates in an effort to be nice. The ISTJ is another type who, I’ve noticed, is pretty astute with sarcasm. Severus Snape is a prime example. Low Fi and high Te are why we’re so outspoken and not quite aware of how it effects others. Condescending comments however, piss me off, particularly when you’re trying (or not) to belittle me. Condescension /=/ Sarcasm. 

We Don’t Have Emotions

Oh, but we do. And they’re probably tied to jealousy, feeling left out, feeling ignored, or being (once again) condescended to. We take our competency very seriously. If you’re ignoring us in favor of someone we consider inferior (again, not a tasteful word, but that’s what it feels like in the moment), we’re probably pissed. If you forget something we consider rather important, our opinion of you is going to go down.

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#345: 'Halcyon Days' (PART 1)

How Long Will I Love You: Halcyon Days (PART 1)- One Shot #345 

+past one shots

No visuals (songs are linked at the top of each section)

On The Right Side Of The Wrong Bed: The Beginning (December)

It started with a phone call. On a Friday in December, two weeks before Christmas, at 2:31am. 

She couldn’t remember how he’d gotten her number. It wasn’t hard to believe, though. He was her baby brother’s best mate. But she never expected a not-so-charmingly inebriated Niall Horan to ring her at some ungodly hour of the night after a few too many whisky sours or Jameson and Cokes.

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