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{PART 19} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Not knowing whether to stay and fight, or run and protect you; Jungkook gets thrown into a world of fear and panic. Meanwhile, Yoongi and Serrena battle for victory in the silent game of war they play;

“How dreadful…to be caught up in a game and have no idea of the rules.”

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time) 

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The 1 Thing Your Scenes MUST HAVE

Sully is a good representation of how I want people to react when enthralled by a story I’ve written:

But more often than not, I get a reaction more like this:

Or at least, I did. I couldn’t understand why my writing produced these less-than-stellar responses. I had meticulously worded every sentence. I’d made sure there were exciting parts. I had parceled out backstory, setting, and exposition so the reader could understand what the heck was going on. So why did eyes glaze over while reading my book? Why did MY eyes glaze over while reading my own work? 

The problem, I finally found out, was that my scenes didn’t turn. 

I was cramming all that exposition in right out of the gate, so the reader knew absolutely everything … which meant there wasn’t anything to find out. The scenes were just tiny chronicles where the main character set out to do something and accomplished it with flying colors. Nothing ever happened that surprised him. And consequently, nothing ever happened to surprise the reader.  

I wasn’t withholding information, and revealing it methodically. 

I wasn’t letting the story spin in new directions. It was always chugging along the straightforward track where I’d dropped my reader.

I wasn’t letting my scenes TURN.

To illustrate what I mean, here’s an example of a great scene with a great turn from a wonderful movie: Beauty and the Beast

*Opening music that makes me want to cry from how beautiful it is*

Beat 1:

“Once upon a time, in a faraway land a young prince lived in a shining castle…” (Action: Apparently the world takes action to make sure this prince lives a cushy existence.)

“Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind.” (Reaction: And he acts like a brat anyway.)

Beat 2:

“But then, one winter’s night, and old beggar woman came to the castle and offered a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold.” (Action)

“Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift, and turned the old woman away.” (Reaction)

Beat 3:

“But she warned him, not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within.” (Action)

“And when he dismissed her again …” (Reaction)

Beat 4:

“The old woman’s ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress.” (Action)

“The prince tried to apologize …” (Reaction) 


Beat 5:

“But it was too late, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart. And as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast and placed a powerful spell on the castle, and all who lived there.” (Action)

“Ashamed of his monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside his castle, with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world.” (Reaction)

Beat 6:

“The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, that would bloom until his 21st year. If he could learn to love another, and earn their love in return, by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time.” (Action)

“As the years passed, he fell into despair, and lost all hope.”  (Reaction)

“For who could ever learn to love a beast?”

Turn: The 6th beat is the turn. The story has spun in a new direction, the direction the WHOLE STORY will motor towards. 

Revelation: There’s the big one of the scene turn, but I love how every action and reaction in this prologue feels like a revelation. Each one feels like it could be a scene on it’s own, but it’s told in a just few words, with beautiful imagery. There’s no fluff in this, nothing unnecessary, everything is perfectly needed. (Sorry, I just really love this opening. I can remember sitting in my little wicker rocking chair when I was four watching this in awe. This movie is one of the reasons I’m story obsessed.)

NOW let’s remove all curiosity and surprise from this scene. 

We’ll take away the atmosphere of “all is not as it seems”, the “seeking and learning significant information” feeling, the sense that we’re climbing to something significant. Instead of withholding and revealing snippets of information, after gradual beat-by-beat escalation of curiosity, we’ll dump all information right away. We’ll take this beautiful scene, and make it distinctly not a scene by removing all traces of a turn.

So! The purpose of this “section” of story is to communicate necessary information. What info? The guy used to be a terrible prince. Someone cursed him to be a beast. His castle and the people who live there are also cursed. He’s got a rose that will bloom until he’s 21. He’s supposed to fall in love with someone and get that person to love him back.  Or he’s going to be a beast forevermore. So, let’s give it a whirl.

Let’s say it opens up on Lumiere and the Beast. They’re just hanging out in the West Wing, the Beast watching the rose sparkle, Lumiere extinguishing and reigniting his left candle/hand for something to do.

LUMIERE: “So Master, it’s been years since you were turned into a beast and the castle staff was turned into objects.”

BEAST: “Yup.”

L: “I wish you hadn’t have upset that enchantress, and been a bit kinder.”

B: “Me too. Don’t know how.”

L: “Now our only hope to return to our human forms, is if you fall in love and get that person to fall in love with you.”

B: *Noncommittal grunt*

L: “Better happen soon, before that last petal on the magical rose falls. When you turn 21, it’s going to fall. And if you haven’t learned to love by then, well, we’re stuck.”

B: “I’m aware." 

L: "Yup.”

B: “Yup.”

Well, that was extraordinarily awful. 

So what about these scenes is different? (Besides one being a work of art and the other being agony in text form.) 

– One withholds information and reveals it slowly, turning the story at the end. 

– One is just an info dump. 

So how can a turn be accomplished?  There are four types of turns: 

– Surprise

– Amplified Curiosity 

– New Insight

– Spin in New Direction

A SURPRISE turn is the difference between what the character expects and what actually happens, surprising them, surprising the reader/audience that is enthralled by your story. A CURIOSITY turn is when a new mystery is presented to the reader, increasing their drive to find out what happens next. An INSIGHT one is when a scene ends by solving a mystery, answering a question that the audience has been wondering about. And a SPIN is just that, a turn that jolts the story into a new unexpected direction.

And how do they work in a scene? 

The turn happens at the end. It’s the point of the scene. Everything’s leading to it. Think of it as the period punctuation mark on the end of the sentence that is your scene. But really your reader is anticipating that turn throughout the scene.
It’s this anticipation and “gradual illumination” that’s crucial to a story turn. This is the wonderful curious feeling that keeps us turning pages. That sense that “all is not as it seems, and if I keep reading I’ll find out the truth.” which is so intoxicating. And this is accomplished with beats, the exchanges of action and reaction, each acting like a escalation on a roller coaster, each increasing anticipation for the drop. 

Turns and revelation anticipation are rather magical when you think about it. They really are (as Robert McKee says) the substance of story. (Or they’re magical to me. I said I was obsessed. Blame this movie!) 

Now I’m going to go watch Beauty and the Beast again.

min yoongi probably.....
  • Jungkook: can i ask something?
  • Yoongi: sure
  • Jungkook: ok what if
  • Jungkook: THEORETICALLY
  • Jungkook: you accidentally ended up adopting 26 lizards
  • Yoongi: um i don't know i've never gone through that
  • Jungkook: oh ok
  • Yoongi:
  • Yoongi: jungkook why is your jacket moving
Not The Romantic Type

Prompt: After being labeled as a ‘non-romantic’ by the reader, Digger Harkness tries to prove the reader wrong by planning a cliche Valentines Day date.

Pairing: Captain Boomerang X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Some cursing, sexual suggestion, but mostly fluff galore!

Originally posted by heartofdevastation

Digger Harkness was certainly a man of many talents and you were lucky to be able to call him yours. In one afternoon he could build you a wooden table and four sturdy chairs. He could drink an entire 12 pack of beer and still speak impressively coherently. He made the best damn grilled cheese in the world and never failed to make you laugh until tears were streaming down your face.

He was everything you could ask for and more! The only quality you could say he lacked was a romantic side… Which wasn’t a bad thing? He was sweet when he wanted to be and definitely an affectionate son of a bitch. But, as Valentines day was begin to creep up on you and all the heart shaped boxes of chocolates were on sale at the store you couldn’t help but to feel, well… Like you were missing out on something?

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Can’t Stand Being Away From You - Tom Holland Imagine

Request by @ireallyneedhelplikenow​ : Hiya lovely, could you do a Tom Holland imagine where the reader visits him on set of homecoming? Could you make it really fluffy please ❤️❤️Thank you x 

Warnings: lots of fluff, Language

Word Count: 1,261

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: This sucks. Hope this is enough fluff to satisfy you : ) 

~Masterlist~


“How’s filming going?”.

“Its great everyone is so incredible, its really a dream come true”.

“That’s great Tom” You chuckle.

“Yeah, wish you were here though”.

“I know, but you know I just can’t get up and leave school”.

“I know Love, it just feels weird not being with you”.

“This isn’t the first time you’ve been away Tom”.

“It still feels weird” There was a silent pause from him.

“I miss you”.

“I miss you too, when are you coming home” You leaned into your phone.

“Soon I promise, I’ve had this busy schedule, but I promise when I get the chance I’ll come home” You hear Tom of the other line.

“Okay, I love you baby”.

“Love you more, alright there calling me to set I got to go love”.

“Bye Tom”.

“Bye Y/N” You hung up and leaned against the counter top.

Tom’s been away to film Spiderman Homecoming so he hasn’t been around much, and that drove you crazy. The apartment was getting lonely just with you in it. He suggested that you go with him, but you couldn’t leave in the middle of your semester, he understood that school was your priority so he didn’t push it any further. If only you could see him.


You bought the cheapest plane ticket you could afford and packed a suitcase. You were going to fly to Atlanta, Georgia to surprise Tom. If Tom knew you were coming he would of paid for everything and you didn’t need the special treatment. He had too much on his plate as it is. The flight was okay but it wasn’t fantastic. A kid sitting in the back of you kept kicking you chair, his mother being too busy sleeping her ass off. You didn’t care though, you were going to get to see Tom and that’s all that mattered. 

Once you landed you picked up your luggage, hailed a cab, and told them to take you to where the set was taking place. You barely had enough to pay.

It took a bit of convincing for the security guards to let you in, but once you explained who you were they let you right in. You walked around trying not to get caught by Tom and ruin the surprise. Tom was nowhere to be seen, but you did notice that Harrison, and Zendaya were playing basketball while Laura was sitting on a chair on her phone. Although she was the one to notice you first.

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Four Bedrooms

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Based on this story told at Jibcon 2017
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The thing is, Misha’s a liar.

He stretches the truth when he knows it’ll be to his advantage. He flatout lies when he thinks the truth will upset someone more than he’s willing to deal with.

So when he offhandedly invites Jensen and Jared to his rented house for the duration of filming the season 12 finale, he doesn’t expect them to take him up on the offer until after he’s already told them it’s a four-bedroom house.

It’s not a four-bedroom house.

The downstairs consists of a cramped living room with a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall, a small kitchen with enough counter space for exactly one cutting board and a sitting area with a wooden table and three chairs instead of four. The upstairs is one hallway with a master bedroom on one end and a much smaller bedroom on the other end. The spare bedroom barely has enough space for a full-sized bed. There’s one bathroom upstairs, between the bedrooms.

“Uh, you sure this is the right place?” Jensen asks as he sets his duffel bag down on the small couch in the living room.

“I might’ve…stretched the truth a bit,” Misha replies sheepishly.

Jensen turns to him, hands planted on his hips, unimpressed glare on his face. “I’m not sleeping on the couch.”

As Misha opens his mouth to respond, the door bangs open and Jared comes in with a whistle.

“Wow, Misha,” Jared says as he looks around the small room. “This is as awesome as you hyped it up to be.”

“I never said it was glamorous.”

“You also didn’t say it was the size of a broom closet,” Jared replies as he throws his stuff on top of Jensen’s. “Where are we sleeping?”

Jensen and Misha share a look before both turning back toward Jared. Misha says, “We can worry about that after work tonight I guess.”

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Shaky steps and bad teaching - Bruce Wayne x Reader

8. “Come over here— oh crap no don’t fall— why does this always happen ?”

OH MY GOD YES THIS IS TOO CUTE !! , I really hope you’ll like it, (and for once, I’m not going to say it’s “meh”, even though I think it’s VERY “MEH”…Wait…oh damn…Ok, once again, I feel like I didn’t do justice to this awesome prompt…I’m sorry if you’re disappointed, really :/, I shouldn’t write when tired lalalalalala and I’m also sorry for being sorry and always so weirdly insecure, dudes, I have problems haha) oh, and my writing adore you :

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

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Sometimes, Bruce had to pinch himself to make sure everything was real. To make sure he wasn’t just having a really good dream.

He never thought, with the life he decided to lead, he would have all of this. After his parents’ death, it never even crossed his mind that he could be that happy ever again, that he could have a family again. And yet…

Yet you entered his life. Right at the moment Dick did too. At the right time in his life, when he was in the deepest darkest pit he ever been in…You got him out of it, with your smiles and your “I’m not taking any of your shit, stop complaining and be strong dude” persona…and you made him realized that all he was craving for was love, and a family. He begun to hope for a better future when you came in, when Dick became his son, and when he understood how much Alfred meant to him, when he finally saw him for what he really was : his second father.

Jason quickly followed your arrival, and he called him “son” too, naturally.

Tim joined you all a bit later, his favorite little nerd. Three children. He couldn’t believe it.

Then Damian, even if at the beginning it was difficult, the boy came around, and thanks to you changed drastically, making the same realization his father had years earlier : all he wanted was a family, and to be loved.

And finally, a little bit less than a year ago…Thomas was born. It was your idea to name him after Bruce’s father, and he almost cried when you suggested it to him…That kid was the one he least expected to be part of his life. Passed forty years old now, he just never imagined it could happen, and he kinda gave up a long time ago the idea of raising a child from birth. He never felt the need to either, he already had his boys, they were definitely sufficient. He loved them…Besides, you tried to have a child together, but you never got pregnant. “Sterile”, that’s what the doctors called you. And it was ok, you already had four wonderful boys…Until one day, a miracle happened. Thomas. A child that shouldn’t be born, and yet here he was in his arms right now.

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Tarot Reading At Events

Tarot Reading At Events

Before I begin, I encourage everyone to please read the disclaimer at the bottom of this post. Being a Tarot reader who does a significant amount of reading events at festivals, conventions, fairs, and private parties, I thought I would share some insight on things I wish I knew when I first started reading Tarot at events.

Before The Event 

Because each event and situation is different, the preparation can vary but here are some things that I take into account before an event.

Legal:
Some events require a business license, proof of tax id, a merchant’s license and or an entertainers license. Some do not.

Event and Vendor Contracts:
It is important to always look over everything before signing. If there is something that is confusing or you need anything clarified, ask up to two reputable people to explain it just to be sure. If you are providing your own contract for a private event it is always good to include things like payment, cancellation policies, allotted space provided, if you need to provide your own furniture, force majeure, parking policy, etc. I always like to ask about alcohol being served to be able to prepare myself for people who may be under the influence. I ask about smoking and loud noise to help determine if those are conditions I’d be able to do readings under.

  • Is alcohol being served at this event?
  • Will smoking be permitted on the premises?
  • Will there be a smoking designated areas?
  • Will my table or space be located near the designated smoking area?
  • Will my table or space be located near speaker systems, live entertainment, etc?

Travel Expenses:
Something that I didn’t take into account when I first started reading for events are travel, gas and lodging expenses. For private events, I like to include this expense in the contract. For public conventions and festivals, I like to keep this in mind in my event budget.

Getting Paid:

It is always good to know before committing to an event how you will be paid. Some of the more common practices that I have experienced are:

  • The event holder prepays a deposit (usually half the agreed upon rate) for X amount of hours or X amount of readings. The remaining rate is paid for once the event is completed.
  • Paid per reading. The event holder takes a percentage of the amount of money made for each reading and other misc services.
  • You keep all revenue made but prepay for your space or table fee beforehand.

Fees:
For events like conventions and fairs, there are usually booth, space and table fees. You may also have to pay an event ticket fee.  There are also usually premium spaces, premium corner spaces and multiple space rentals for higher rates that receive significantly more foot traffic. If you are reading at a private venue like a corporate event hall, bridal shower or private celebration, depending on the event holder, there aren’t usually table or space rental fees but sometimes there are so it is always best to ask beforehand.

Accepting Payment:
Knowing how and what ways you are going to accept payment for your readings is important to track not only your earnings but makes it easy to pay for any fees accumulated as mentioned before. Cash is usually always ideal but having the ability to accept credit card and even electronic payments is a fabulous addition to your public reading arsenal. Some of the common services that I have used to be paid at events are SquareUp, Google Wallet, ApplePay, Paypal, Venmo, etc. One thing to keep in mind when accepting payments is to take account your local tax laws. Some of these mobile payment applications allow you to apply taxes before checkout. If you are only accepting cash, having a calculator handy would prove beneficial.

What To Bring With You

Deciding What To Bring:
Because events vary significantly depending on venue, event holder and local laws it is important to make sure that you are aware of what you can and can’t bring. Referring back to your contract, you should be able to get an idea of what is allowed.
Some venues provide a set of table and chairs, while others do not. Certain venues allow candles and incense, others do not. If your venue does allow candles and incense to be burned it is always good to be mindful of those with scent sensitivities.

Bringing A Helper:
I always like to bring one friend to help me during events. Having a friend who can help you set up,  watch your booth or table during your breaks or set up the list of names for the reading sign up sheet is an invaluable asset to have.

Decks And Tools To Bring:
This is completely up to you and dependent on your preferences, reading style and the type of readings you are going to offer. I know of some readers who prefer to only use one deck. It is all up to you. Something that I have found to help me especially when reading outdoors is to keep small polished stones near me to place on top of cards so that they do not fly away before or in the middle of a reading.

Common Things To Bring With You:
This is not an exhaustive list by far nor is it something you must follow exactly. These are just some things I like to bring with me that you might want to consider as well. It is important to factor in the cost of these things before an event.

  • Portable Canopy or Pop up tent (If it is permitted and you have the adequate space)
  • Table and Chairs (If not provided)
  • I like to bring a set of four chairs. Three for clients and one for myself.
  • Seat cushions and or back cushion.
  • Table cloth and weights to keep cloth down. I like to use crystals.
  • Rain cover for tent or canopy
  • Small first aid kit 
  • Crystals or polished stones to act as small weights so cards don’t fly away if reading outdoors
  • Tip Jar
  • A few portable light sources if reading through the evening hours at an outside venue
  • Medicine that you need to take.
  • Scent free hand sanitizer.
  • Scent Free bug spray (If outdoors).
  • Sunscreen (If outdoors)
  • Tissues
  • Mints
  • Promotional signs for around event space.
  • Cooler of water bottles with ice packs
  • Cashbox
  • Portable fan
  • Phone battery backup
  • Mobile Tablet and battery backup (I utilize it as a portable point of sales device)
  • A copy of your code of ethics
  • A reading waiting list

Customizing Your Event Space:
Because each event and Tarot reader is different, customizing your event space is entirely up you, as long as it abides by the venue or event holders rules. I’ve created luxurious spaces filled with twinkle lights and scarves and other times I’ve kept my space minimalistic and simple with just a table, a set of chairs and a few signs. It is all up to you to decide what look you are going for. There is no right or wrong way to set up your event space.

Some Easy Ways To Customize Your Space:

  • Tent banner and table banner with logo and website URL
  • Crystal/Salt Lamps (electric or candle holder based)
  • Candles (electric or wax based)
  • Scarves
  • Tapestries
  • Twinkle Lights
  • Flags
  • Wind Chimes
  • Bells
  • Fabric Pannels
  • Pillows
  • Baskets
  • Lanterns
  • Faux walls with art

Promotional And Marketing Tools:
Events are a fabulous way to showcase your reading services, website and social media accounts to prospective clients. Some of the common ways that you could market yourself would be:

  • Business card holder and supplying business cards before or after readings.
  • Raffles for a paid reading or service
  • Promotional brochures about you and your readings.
  • Stickers with your logo
  • Table Tents
  • Buttons or pins
  • Flyers to your website or online shop.
  • Promotional post cards with coupon codes for new clients
  • E-mail list sign up form
  • Digital Light Box or Marquee Sign
  • Sale sheets

The Day Of The Event

Being Mindful Of Your Health:
It is important to listen to your body. Do not overwork yourself. Stay hydrated and fed. I use up a lot of spoons (energy) during reading marathon sessions. I like to have a plan of action if I have depleted my energy reserves drastically before the event. Ensure that you take breaks, walk around for a bit, use the restroom and take any medicine that you may need. If you are working outdoors, periodically applying on sunscreen and bug spray is also beneficial. Another thing that I like to do is keep a misting fan with cold water to mist myself during, especially hot and humid events. For events during cooler months, I like to keep a large comfy sweater or jacket and a scarf in my possession. For those who subscribe to the belief in creating sacred spaces, grounding and centering, and shielding your energy, these things might be beneficial for you to do before you start reading at the event.

Be Mindful Of Mean-Spirited And Unsafe People:
Sometimes you will encounter people who are skeptics or other readers who may want to show you their level of expertise and importance by making you feel less than. Remember that you are awesome and that you are worth all the hard work and dedication it took you to book this event. You are talented and do not deserve to be mistreated. Another thing to be mindful of is if your event is serving alcohol. If you are ever in a situation where someone can possibly be violent or harmful to you, themselves or others around them, knowing who to call or where the nearest authority is located is strongly beneficial before the event.

Reading Rates
There are various ways to price your services for an event. If you aren’t being prepaid or have made prior payment arrangements by the event coordinator or a private company beforehand.  Your rates are completely up to you. Some common ways to determine your reading rate are:

  • Setting a base reading rate depending on divination type. (Tarot Vs Pendulum)
  • Setting a base reading rate by tarot spread.
  • Setting a base reading rate by amount of cards pulled.
  • Setting a base reading rate by designated time breakdown.
  • Setting a base reading rate by the energy needed to perform the different type of reading. (Tarot Reading Vs Mediumship Session)

Before Reading For Others:
I think it is important to keep an open mind when reading for others and to set safe boundaries for yourself. I also think its important for readings to be done in a respectful and comfortable way for both parties involved. Before I begin any reading I like to designate a few moments to either share a copy of my ethics of my prospective client or give them a short rundown of my ethics, ask for their preferred pronouns and provide my preferred pronouns to them as well. I also listen attentively to any questions or concerns the client may have before the reading. I also make an effort to ensure that my readings are accessible to everyone so I also ask if there is any way they would prefer the reading performed that is nonverbal. I do my very best to accommodate this.

Calming Nervousness:
It can be intimidating reading for others in person. Something that I like to do is introduce myself casually to prospective clients walking by. I like to smile, start a little small talk and talk a little bit about the event and who I am. This gets the good vibes going for me and helps to ease my nervousness. Before reading I like to shuffle my cards a few times to “shuffle out” any of my nervousness.

After Reading For Others:
After the allotted time for the reading has passed or you have wrapped up the reading in its entirety, it is important to thank the client and let them know that the reading session has now ended. Being kind and firm will allow you to be accountable of your timing and also keep your reading wait list from becoming too much to handle.

After The Event:
Something that I like to do before packing up and leaving is thank the event coordinator and offer a complimentary reading if they have not received one already. I clean up my space and leave. For the next week after the event, I practice lots of self-care and do what I can to help replenish my energy levels. If you subscribe to the belief of cleansing and recharging your tarot decks and or energy this week would possibly be a good time do so. I also like to take the time to write down the things I believe I could improve for next time or the next events and the things I was proud of achieving.

Misc Tips:
These tips which were graciously added with the permission of @tarotwithjeff and @corvinnia. Thank you so much!

  • Having a small clock that can be placed where both you and the client can see it.
  • A small toolkit. At the very least I take a multi-tool, a flashlight, scissors, and duct tape.
  • If you’re at a venue with access to electricity, plan accordingly. Is there a wall outlet near your space, or do you have one of those outlet boxes used at large event venues such as convention centers? Do you need to bring an extension cord and/or power strip/surge suppressor?
  • Healthy snacks!!! Especially for long events.
  • If it’s an outdoor event, take a wide-brimmed hat in addition to sunscreen.
  • Some sort of rolling crate, cart, etc. to help with schlepping stuff from your vehicle to your space at the event. This can be even more important when you’re dependent on public transportation.
  • Keep a checklist so you know what should be packed before you leave for the event, and to make sure you don’t leave anything behind after the event.
  • Have a fast pack battle plan ready for weather related situations. (Think if I need to be moved quickly how would I do that.) 
  • Rubbermaid type tubs with lids and folding dolly or hand cart can be life savers. 

The End:
I know. I know. FINALLY. This post was SO LONG. After all is said and done, being a Tarot reader at an event can be a lucrative way to market yourself, meet new and like-minded people and make great income. It is lots of hard work and dedication but it is one of the most worthwhile experiences I’ve ever done as a Tarot reader. It is my greatest hope that this article has helped you in some way.


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Title: Tarot Reading At Events
Copyright:  © Ivan Ambrose 2017
Disclaimer: This post in no way, shape, or form is intended to tell you how you must go about being a Tarot reader at an event or to police you on what to bring to such events. The intention of this post is to share my experiences with reading Tarot at events. This isn’t the only way, the absolute right way or the way that you “should” approach this topic. No event, venue or two tarot readers are alike. This is the way that I choose to do things and how events and reading venues are in my area. Your local events and venues may do things differently.  I can only speak from personal experience and what has worked for me for countless years. I encourage you to do your own research, to do what you are comfortable with and to tailor any advice provided henceforth to your specific needs and individual situation. Also please keep in mind that there are various different rules, regulations, and laws that precede your location, state, country and the event and tarot reading guidelines in your area that can and will differ from those in my location. I encourage and open up this conversation to respectful debate and added commentary to supplement this post of any kind. 
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Sleepovers with NCT Dream

anon asked: Am I allowed to request sleepover/slumber parties with NCT Dream? Just somethin cute n fluffy

okay so i’m not sure if this is like each individual member or with the group as a whole so i did…both? 

uh for each of them the other members aren’t present because just…assume that the specific member kicked them out for the night or they dont wanna bother member/reader haha

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Originally posted by dimplesjae

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I tend to chew the inside of my bottom lip when I’m nervous or anxious. Right about now, it’s raw, almost numb, if that’s gives you a clue about how I’m feeling.

This morning when I woke up, I made oatmeal & let it sit until it was too thick & sticky to pick up with a spoon. I poured some milk in the bowl, watched the white trickle through the hills & mounds of oats, and had flashbacks of you biting your lip. That’s the face you’d make before you’d pull out & come on the sheets, my back or my stomach; like I was some porn star; like you didn’t caress my face a half hour earlier and tell me I “got the kind of beauty needs to be felt.” You remember how I reacted the first time you did that? Me neither, it’s fine.

I knew I had fucked up when you did that because you never asked if it was okay or cool; you assumed. Like I assumed that you really cared about me; that you were capable of loving. But that’s neither here nor there.

Somewhere between there and here though, I was late. Somewhere between my house & the drugstore, I realized that I was alone. Somewhere between my heart & my head, I decided that a baby isn’t something I needed or something that you’d want. Somewhere between my front door & the clinic my eyes started pouring and so did the sky.

This isn’t even for you. This is for me. Even if it was for you, you wouldn’t get it. By get it, I mean both understand and receive it.

I don’t want you thinking that you mean anything to me; because you shouldn’t even have to think about that. You could call now and I know I’d pick up desperately like you had something I need; because in actuality you do. I’m not exactly sure when you took it or if I gave it to you, but I know you have it. Picked it up right around the time you picked your boxers up off your bedroom floor and asked me how I was getting home. I could never make a home out of you, because men like you don’t have good foundations or sturdy walls. Your roofs leak and I’ve never been good with my hands. Any levelheaded girl would know that you needed more than just a fresh coat of paint.

I used to blame your father for leaving your mother, then your mother for leaving you be, then myself for not blaming you. But in life, you make choices. You chose to let your scars cut you again and again; to let the pain in; to let it stay. You chose to suffer.

I chose me.

The medical assistant told me it’s okay to have second thoughts. She doesn’t know this is the third clinic I’ve been to in four days. It’s not a question of whether or not I can do it. It’s a question of whether or not I want it to happen. When it does, we’re really over & I’m not sure if I’m okay with that. I’m not sure I’m even okay at all.

A smart girl would have left. She wouldn’t have had a reason to leave because she wouldn’t have come in. She wouldn’t have stay long enough to see the way you throw your head back in laughter whenever your niece dances, how your eyes squint when you smile too hard, how you crack your knuckles when you’re uncomfortable, how you breath deeply when you have to think of lie. She wouldn’t have seen you flinch the first time she reached out to touch you while you laid in bed staring into the darkness.

It’s hard to pinpoint the moment I realized I loved you. It wasn’t easy for me to admit it to myself; loving someone who proclaimed themselves incapable of love. We’d lay together, legs intertwined in a comfortable silence with your phone plugged into one of your homeboys portable speakers playing some R&B playlist you found & you’d say “you know I can’t give you what you want right? It’s what you deserve, but I just don’t think you’re gonna find it here.” What I wanted was for you to shut up.

Truthfully, I don’t regret loving you. It taught me patience & strength. Those are virtues I’m sure will be useful sometime in the future, when a child that isn’t ours won’t stop crying at 4 in the morning & I have to be up at 6.

I heard somewhere that true love is giving without the expectation of receiving. I never believed in that until you. That kind of love can’t be true though. It’s destructive, malicious even, & leaves you with a hollow chest that no amount of deep breathing can fill. The thing is, people don’t realize that you can only give what is being taken. You took my love. Honestly, if I was you, I would have to. You made me understand why hate & love are so often mistaken for each other.

You used to say I was stupid over you and I’d blush, shove you playfully, and tell you “stahpppp it” like it was a compliment; not knowing that I’d just confirmed everything you just said. It was stupid of me to think I could teach you how to love when you gave me no indication that you even wanted to learn. Stupid of me to think that I’d be the one to change you, when no one has ever changed on the basis of someone else wanting them to.

I used to go to your house when you weren’t around & sit with your mother at the kitchen table with the four mismatched chairs, hoping she’d break & tell me what I needed to do to make you love me. No one knows you better than your mother…..isn’t that what they say? I’d tell her about our arguments, things you’d said just to hurt me; to make me leave & she’d file her nails or busy herself with making some coffee. She’d clear her throat or suck her teeth, like something was stuck between them; like the truth. One day after filing her nails until perfectly round, pouring three cups of coffee and letting them sit until they were cold, she turned around to face me while leaning against the kitchen counter & folded her arms. “You know it’s true what they say…that books can’t teach you everything.” she said, looking at the floor. She looked up at me and continued “Because if they could, you’d be smart enough to see that my son doesn’t deserve a girl like you. Hell, I’m his mother and I love him, with all of me I do, but I know he’s never gonna be the man I want him to be….the kind of man you deserve. Why are you still here? You’re always here. He’s knows you’re here & he’s not even here! Doesn’t that tell you something?” She let out one of those laughs, the kind you let out when you’re convinced that what’s happening can’t be real; that it has to be a joke in order for it to make sense. I didn’t have an answer for her. Instead I moved my foot back & forth across the corner of one of the linoleum tiles on the kitchen floor that had started to lift. It made this low scraping sound that I pretended I didn’t hear. “These floors ain’t no good.” she said after realizing where the sound was coming from; “I swear any day it’ll give way right where you’re sitting.” and all of a sudden my foot stop moving because I know she wasn’t talking about the floor anymore; you remember what I said about foundations.

The chairs in the waiting room are cold & the plastic on them grabs on to your legs like it knows your secrets; what you did. I decided to stand after about 10 minutes of sitting. Nobody in the room wanted to be there. You could feel it. The receptionist kept checking the clock, then counting the people waiting with these sweeping head nods that scan the room. The medical assistant would walk in from the back of the office & sigh before calling the name of the next patient. One of the girls looked like she could be your cousin but that’s unlikely; your aunt had her on the pill as soon as she turned 15. “Listen you gotta take precaution with these young girls. I’m too young to have a grandchild & so was my mother when I had her.” I overheard her say one day when you left me in your bedroom to take a shower. It was summer time and we had just finished fucking. My skin was sticky and you’d just pushed me off of you to go shower. I turned over & laid there, letting anxiety set in. You came back in, still wet around the shoulders with the towel gripping your waist, & told me I should go home with your back to me. You were looking in the mirror brushing your hair toward your forehead. I went to the bathroom before I left; ran the water for a couple of seconds, cupped it in my hand and slushed it around my mouth, listening to it crash against my teeth and swollen bottom lip. You & blood never tasted good together.

You gotta understand that I never understood you. Now I know that it’s because there was nothing to figure out; to understand. Sometimes it’s easier to think someone is hiding some part of themselves from us; that we can get to that part if we stay long enough. In reality, it’s our own secrets & insecurities that make us believe that everyone must have them; that no one is truly transparent about their feelings. You were. When you said you couldn’t give me what I want, it wasn’t because you didn’t think you could. It was because you didn’t want to. In all honesty, I wish I could be like you; walking the earth needing & wanting for no one. Your mother told me you said you stopped saying “I love you too” when you realized that you were just saying it as a response & not because you meant it. It was never just a response for me.

They ask you if you want to see the embryo before you have the abortion. How stupid is that? Why would I want to see what I’m about to kill? So I can hate myself more? So I can think about not going through with it? Whatever the reason is, I declined the offer. It’s bad enough I dreamt about the baby ever by night. I imagined it’s face every day while I washed the dishes with my mother sitting at the kitchen table behind me, half watching/half staring at the news on the tv in the living room. “Why are you so quiet lately? You barely laugh when your brother tells those corny jokes you love so much.” she said once while she was waiting for the microwave to finish heating up her leftovers from the night before. I brushed her off, telling her I’ve just been thinking about “life”; you know like how mine would end if I told her I was pregnant.

She would have my eyes but your eyelashes because mine never curled up to the sun the way yours did. He would have your long legs but my muscles because you could never lift anything. She would have my shoulders because they’re the kind you can lean on. He would have your smile because it’s the kind that’s contagious. She would have my tenacity but your honesty because that’ll take her far, I think. He would have your curiosity, but my precaution. Then again that never helped me with you, so perhaps not. She would have my determination. He would have your arms but my hands because I can touch things and people without breaking them.

After they finished they asked me the obligatory “How are you feeling?”. I said I didn’t know because I honestly couldn’t feel anything. Physically, I felt the same as I did the day you didn’t pull out in time. I remember you breathing heavy, whispering “Ughh Shit!!” into the crook of my neck where your head always ended up. “My bad.”, you said after you’d caught your breath and for the first time I pushed you off of me, because it wasn’t your bad; it had never been your bad. It was always mine.

Beach Day

summary: just a fun beach day with dad shawn and his fam


You walked out of the bathroom, fixing the swimsuit you were wearing. You and Shawn had decided to take the kids on a vacation to Florida for the week, and since it was one of your first days there, you brought up the beach. “Lookin’ good, babe.” Shawn smiled, squirting sunscreen into his hand, and rubbing into your five-year-old daughter’s back.

“Daddy! That’s cold!” She squealed, jumping away from him.

“Sorry, angel.” Shawn smiled, and finished spreading the SPF 30 over her back.

Grabbing a pair of sunglasses, you slipped them onto your head. “Are you ready for the beach, honey?” You asked her, laughing at how much extra sunscreen Shawn had on his hands.

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mysticmessofcrap  asked:

This is just a thought but it would be a great oneshot or reaction or something. What if Jumin had to put down Elizabeth 3rd because she got sick (I cried when I thought about this I want to know how you feel about this)

This legit triggered me so much because I love my dog so much that I spent a week crying thinking about that one day I need to say goodbye…. well here we go T_T WARNING: This may be OOC because I know Jumin just sees Elizabeth as a cat after he puts his emotional stability on MC but whatever just enjoy (Jumin POV) (for my animal lovers please listen to this fucking song so we can die together ) * ill let y'all know when to play the song* 


Ugh. Each and every single day I recieve more and more paperwork. No matter how many hours I put into my job, I will always need more. I picked up the 649 page proposal that Assistant Kang left on my desk so I can look over it. I gave a deep sigh knowing I was going to be late going home again. Well there is nothing I can do. I must do what I can so I can support my family.

I was already on page 443 before I heard a knock on the door. I perked my head up “Who is it? Im busy. It better be important for it to demand my attention” I scowled.  The door slowly opened and Assistant Kang popped her head out. I motioned for her to come in “What is it Assistant Kang? Do I need to over look more papers? If so, just leave it on that chair” I sighed pointing at the chair with four piles of paperwork. She walked closer to me and cleared her through “Have you checked your phone Mr. Han? (Y/N) just called the office” she said with a bit of shakiness in her voice. I reached into my pocket to see that my phone was left on silent. I put the volume on high and I was shock to see I had 23 missed calls from (y/n), 12 missed called from Yoosung, and 3 missed calls from Saeyoung. Hmm. I was getting ready to go through my voice mail to see what the fuss was about before Assistant Kang interrupted my thoughts “Mr. Han you need to leave. Now.” she commanded. I gave her a puzzled look but then my wife barged into my office screaming. She panted and caught her breath “Jumin, Elizabeth is dying!” she shouted. My heart stopped and I got up and ran to my wife “What did you say!” I shouted back. My wife looked me into my eyes and I notice she had tear stains on her cheek. She grabbed my hand and dragged me outside to where Saeyoung was. She pushed me inside and Saeyoung drove to the speed of light to Yoosungs hospital. 

I ran helplessly through the hospital doors and went to the second floor. I noticed Yoosung outside of room 8 looking down at his clipboard. I ran to him and kneeled down in front of “What happened! I thought removing the tumor would guarantee Elizabeth 3rd life! What the fuck did you do! What did you do to my Elizabeth” I screeched while I shook his shoulders. He looked into my eyes and then pull me in for a hug “Im sorry Jumin okay I’m sorry! I warned you that with her age she might not make a full recovery. It’s even a miracle that she’s been alive for this long. She’s been bleeding internally and she doesn’t want to let go yet. She’s waiting for you Jumin. Im sorry… but its time..” he whimpered. I got up from the floor and started to pull on my hair trying to focus on a different pain “IM NOT READY FUCK IM NOT!! HOW CAN I SAY GOODBYE TO SOMEONE WHO SAVED ME HUH!! HOW CAN I LET HER DIE WHEN SHE HELPED ME LIVE!”I shouted while kicking a nearby trashcan. I couldn’t breath and I just fell on the floor screaming Elizabeths name. My wife and Saeyoung helped me back up to my feet and they gave me a drink of water. I breathed in heavily and then went to Yoosung to take me to Elizabeth. I told my wife and Saeyoung that I want to say goodbye by myself and they respected my wishes. 

I entered the little room and I heard painful meows coming from my sweet Elizabeth. It hurt like hell seeing her in agony. I am her owner and I will forever be her owner. I am the one that holds the power to ease her from pain. However, it meant that I must go through life without having Elizabeth 3rd greeting me at the door. I breathed in heavily and nodded at Yoosung so he can get everything ready. I signed my heart away and the assistants and Yoosung were gracious enough to give me one last time alone with her. I got the nearest chair and I sat down right by her side.  *play the song so we both can die*

I took her paw into my hand and I already felt my tears escaping my eyes “I knew this day would eventually come but I always hoped it would be many years from now. I remember the first time I settled you into my home. I was a bit distant with you because I didnt know how to take care of a cat. So I just bought you high end pet food and hoped for the best. You were really patient with me because it did took me a while to know how to properly raise you. Its funny to say but we sure did get into many fights but at the end of the day I couldn’t get mad at you. You were always there meowing happily when I got home. It felt nice having someone excited to see me. You know something my sweet Elizabeth, I really cherish the time we had together. I just wished I could of spent so many more hours with you. I wish I could repay you for everything that you have done for me. You gave me a feeling of having a home and you always listened to me when I rabbled on so many idiotic nonsense. You gave me a chance to learn to express my emotions. You were there when my own blood wasn’t. It just kills me that I need to say goodbye to you Elizabeth. You are my hardest goodbye because I know people see you as a cat, but I saw you as my child. You brought life to my dull life. It kills me seeing you in pain Elizabeth. You don’t deserve to leave this world like this but just know ill be here till your last breath. I know life will be hard without having someone to welcome me home but you can let go now Elizabeth. Im ready to do this on my own and I’m going to miss you so much. I love you so much Elizabeth. You can let go now” I whispered. I leaned down and kissed her paw gently. I got up and hugged her and I notice she raised her head gently and licked some of my tears away. She purred and she laid her back down. I continue holding her paw till I noticed she stopped breathing. More tears were falling down my face and it was so hard to breathe. 

Wait for me at the rainbow bridge Elizabeth 3rd. 

I’ll be there to find you soon. 

Have fun with V. 

Tea Time

Pairing: divorced Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: You and Jensen are best friends and colleagues.One weekend that JJ spends in Vancouver she invites you over for a tea party. You look forwad to spending time with both of them, not knowing that somehow JJ has an ace up her sleeve.

A/N: This is my first attempt to write a kid and maybe even pure fluff. I hope you guys like it!

A/N 2: Now that Rebound Girl is slowly coming to an end I am taking requests! so if you want to, go and shoot me an ask or a message with someting you’d like me to write! But there’ll be a post about it soo as well!

When you rang the door at Jensen’s apartment you were looking forward to what the day was going to hold for you.

Jensen was one of your best friends and – maybe even – your favorite colleague. You had met when you signed your contract as a recurring role on Supernatural four years ago and you had clicked immediately. Back then he was still married but nevertheless you developed a huge crush on him. About a year ago, he and Danneel got a divorce. They were still friendly with each other but it was mostly only for JJ’s sake.

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Southern Motherf*cking Democratic Republicans (Jefferson x Madison x Burr x Reader) 2 (Final)

Words: 2000+

Warnings: Consistent mentions of sex, flufff

A/N: i’ve been procrastinating on writing a second part to this because i suck, sorry. enjoy! also just realized that the first got more than 100+ notes? thank you loves!

Part 1


After that day, it was extremely difficult to walk out of your apartment without reporters flashing lights in your face or taking pictures of you. It was the same questions, like how does it feel to have three soulmates? And did you ever think this would happen to you? Three eligible bachelors fanning for your affection? But it was not what you imagined. It’s not what anyone imagined meeting their soulmate (correction: *soulmates) would be like.

This was just the beginning of your odd relationship with them. Burr would drop you off at work in the morning, Madison would take you to a local coffee shop on break, and Jefferson would take you home. Once he asked if you would go to his house instead, with a wink.

You didn’t.

It was hard. It was extremely hard to deal with. Your heart was torn in literally three pieces, fighting to share your love with all three of them. You were stressed, and you cursed to the universe every night. There were being even more unfair, they were making you exhausted every day.

Eliza said that you were complaining too much, and that you should appreciate what the world has given you. You retorted back, asking if she could handle having three soulmates. She blushed, wiggling her eyebrows at you.

You decided to not bring it up to her again.

After a few weeks of this, you decided to have a meeting with all three of them at your home. There were few reporters still there, and Thomas made the last few go away, with threatening to call his “resources” to make them get fired. They quickly dispersed after that, never showing their faces to you again. You shook your head at Thomas’s threat, but he insisted that it was for your privacy, and that he would do everything in his power to keep the media out of your lives.

You ordered takeout that night, the boys wanting to buy it for you instead. You scowled them for the hundredth time that day, telling them that you had enough money to spare. You appreciated their kindness, but sometimes, you wanted to treat them instead.

You heard a knock on the door, and opened it, your three soulmates standing there in front of you. You couldn’t ignore the throbbing in your chest when you saw them, the universe reminding you that you loved them more than anything. Jefferson wore a dark purple shirt tonight, his hair neatly combed (if you could do that to the curls on his head). He walked in, kissing your forehead softly. Madison strolled by next, wearing a dark blue shirt. The smile on his face made you grin back at him, he kissed your cheek. Burr was the last, wearing a black shirt. He pulled you into a hug instead, holding you as tight as possible.

They all gathered in the kitchen, sitting at the small table. You lived alone, so a small table with four chairs seemed enough for you, at the time. Now that these massive men were in your home, you made a mental note to buy a bigger table. The three of them were cramped in the apartment, constantly bumping into each other. Maybe a bigger apartment instead.

“How are you, my love?” Jefferson asked, gathering the plates.

“I’m fine, Thomas.” You replied, pulling out the rice containers. James placed his hand on the small of your back, telling you to sit down.

“We’ve got this, Y/N. You bought the food, so we’ll serve you.” Burr grabbed sodas out of the fridge, and James helped, putting ice in the cups.

You were extremely thankful for them. As you four sat down, Madison next to you and Burr and Jefferson across from you. You wanted to enjoy your moment with the boys, but you couldn’t help but bring up the point that you needed to make. They were chatting with each other, ignoring your pleas and gestures. After a minute of this, you rose you voice, causing them all to look at you.

“Listen, guys, listen. I, don’t you think our situation is weird? We’re all soulmates, isn’t that strange to you at all?” Madison was the first one to shake his head.

“Not at all. Before we met you, Thomas and I grew up knowing that there was someone out there who had the same tattoo as us. Once ours didn’t glow or hurt when we saw it, we knew there was a missing link.” Madison glanced over at Burr. “Two missing links.”

“James is right, this seems okay to me. Why, do you not like us?” Burr asked, pausing in his eating. You sighed, putting your head in your hands. You were constantly bombarded with mixed emotions from the three of them all the time. There was research done that suggests soulmates felt the pain and other emotions of their loved one, and vice versa. Since you had three, you felt all of what they felt.

Right now, you felt nervousness emulating from all of them. It was cumbersome to deal with all their emotions at the same time. Your head was throbbing, and you tried to deal with it. “No, Aaron, that’s not what I’m trying to say. I just, I don’t know if I can do this.” You whispered.

You felt a burning sensation on your arm, and looked at it quickly. The dragon tattoo on your arm was burning bright red, fading the tail of the dragon. You widened your eyes at your arm, looking at your soulmates. They were all looking at theirs as well, watching it fade.

“You’re rejecting us, Y/N?” Thomas whispered, a small bit of sorrow in his eyes.

“No, I’m not, I-“

“We’ve researched this for our whole lives, Y/N, don’t you remember? We know what happens to soulmates when one of them rejects the other. Your tattoo begins to fade. As you grow away from them, it continues to dissipate, until there is nothing left. We know what we’re talking about.” Thomas hissed, growing angry. You shook your head, looking at the dragon.

“I don’t know how I feel about all of you, about this.” You whispered. “I care about all of you, but it’s like I’m not myself anymore. It’s like, everything you guys think, everything you do, consumes me. I can’t think around you all.”

Burr grabbed your fingers, his eyes pleading with you. “We can figure this out, we are scientists. We can make it easier for you to handle. Just, just don’t give up on us, please.” Burr said desperately. You hated hearing his voice shake, but you needed some space, and space. To deal with this.

You nodded, hearing Burr sigh in relief. He was the most sensitive out of the four of you. Since you two have met, he needed constant reassurance that you were not going to leave him. You always wondered why, but never found the time to ask him about it.

“I won’t give up on you three, I need some time. I need some time to stop these headaches that I’m getting. It’s hard enough to deal with my own emotions, let alone three other people.” They nodded. You sensed relief from the rest of them, and it calmed your headache. Dealing with positive emotions were much easier than negative ones.

“Can we eat in piece, now?” Thomas mumbled, grabbing an egg roll from the pile. You smiled at him, picking the sweet and sour chicken out of the middle. “Y/N, I told you to get soy sauce.” He grumbled, staring at the sauces on the table.

“I asked the lady for it, did she not put any in the bag?” Thomas pouted, and you told him to check in the closet for sauce. Fortunately, you saved packages from previous takeout. He grinned happily, sitting back down next to Burr. “Guys, I have a question.” They all looked up at you. “Do you, do you feel the same way about each other like I feel about you. You know, romantic feelings?” Burr laughed, glancing at the two men next to him.

“Why do you ask?” Madison asked.

“Because, it seems weird that we’re soulmates and I only love you, but you don’t love each other.”

“Good question.” Thomas replied, lending you no more information. You rolled your eyes at his lack of a response.

“Come on.” You grumbled.

“We do, love each other.” Madison answered for them, twirling noodles in his fork. “Before we met you, it was more like a brotherly love. We knew we were soulmates, too, so that was kind of a given.”

Thomas interrupted Madison. “We didn’t know how many people were going to be soulmates with us, especially after we found Burr. Honestly, I thought it was going to be more than ten people, which sounds ridiculous.” He mumbled, playing with his mac and cheese. You made it for him yourself, since he was always unhappy when dinner didn’t include the “delicacy” (he called mac and cheese that constantly).

“I’m happy that it’s only four, Y/N. Three’s a crowd, four’s a party.” Burr winked, causing you to blush.

“But yes, we do love each other. Once our tattoos glowed, there was a click, at least for me, when I looked at the other two. It was like I was seeing them for the first time.” James replied, smiling at the other two. “I’m happy for us, I really am.”

“And we’ll have great sex.” Thomas murmured, making your face reddened even more than before. You were reminded of Eliza’s look when she mentioned the four of you.

“You’re embarrassing Y/N.” Burr chuckled. Thomas looked up from his food, smirking at you. He wiggled his eyebrows, nudging Burr. Burr grinned, putting his hand on Thomas’s thigh.

“Can we stop talking about the deed? I just want to watch a movie later.” You mumbled. Who knows what emotions you would feel when that happened.

“And after…?” Madison questioned, giving you an evil grin. You gasped, surprised at how blunt Madison was. He was usually the one to mediate and calm everyone down, but it seems like tonight, he was encouraging the other two. You snickered.

“Let’s just focus on the movie right now.”

“We’re definitely gonna f*ck tonight.” Thomas mumbled, and you threw a piece of bread at him. He raised his eyebrows, holding a piece of pork in his hand. You warned him with your eyes, and he grinned, tossing the piece of food at you. The sauce on it hit your face, leaving a trail of grease. You glared at him, picking up the rice container in front of you.

Thomas held his hands up in defense, looking at you. “Come on, Y/N, you started it! Just, not the rice, please. It would take me forever to get it out of my hair.” He complained, and you tossed it anyway, the pellets going on all three of you boyfriends. James sighed, picking the rice off his food. Aaron laughed, grabbing the noodle container. He looked at James, then placed it quickly on his hair, giggling evilly.

James frowned, the noodles cascading down his face. “That’s it, I’m going to stop this right now.” James grabbed the soda bottle from the middle of the table, and poured it on Aaron, and you heard a gasp come out of his mouth.

You three began this insane food fight, tossing anything that was close by. After a few minutes, all the food was on the floor, stains were everywhere; from the ceiling fan to inside your closet. When you were looking at the aftermath, they boys stared at you sheepishly. You broke out into a grin, and laughed.

“You guys are so going to help me fix this up.” James grabbed your waist and ran, carrying you in his arms. You laughed, hitting him on his back softly. “James, we need to clean this up! I don’t want it to stain!”

“We’ll clean it later, but now…” Thomas said, grinning. Aaron was hanging on Thomas’s back, all of them leading you to the bedroom. The happiness radiating from all of them made your heart swell with glee.

And that’s when you knew. You knew that you could handle being with the three of them. At this moment, you could not imagine your life without them in it.

Wrong Place Wrong Time (23)

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF!
Part 23 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,😊 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: You end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and it has negative repercussions. Main characters include: Reader and EXO.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6  Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22  Part 24   Part 25  Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29  Part 30  Part 31  Part 32  Part 33  Part 34  Part 35 (Final)

Word Count: 4,000

😊 -Little bit of fluff


You tried to get up quickly, supporting yourself with the wall, but realising you couldn’t run to the board quick enough you just began to shout.

“Junmyeon! Kyungsoo! One of you hurry up!” You grabbed your crutches up, moving backwards to the direction you’d just come from.

“Oi, shut up! Be quiet” Kris hissed at you, looking above your shoulder to check if anyone was coming.

“Junmyeon! Hurry up!” You called again, completely ignoring Kris’ plea for silence and Jongin shaking his head.

“What, what is it?” Junmyeon hurried around the corner. “Oh guys!” He smiled seeing Jongin and Kris. “It’s Minseok, he’s alive we buried the wrong body. He was in the second van. I can’t believe we have him back, he’s in the board now.”

“WHAT?!” Jongin and Kris shouted at the same time pushing past you and rushing towards the board, closely followed by Junmyeon. You rolled your eyes limping slowly behind, trying your best to catch up. It was great having Minseok back, but there was something a little more urgent to deal with right now.

You entered the board and dropped into a chair, trying to relieve the pain from your thigh. Minseok was hugging Kris and Jongin who were laughing almost manically.

“Look this is cute and all, but there’s something a bit important that we need to deal with right now.” You said, trying to break up the moment. “Tell them what I heard you talking about in the corridor.” You pointed at Jongin, you were anxious around him ever since he’d taken you, but just as you were beginning to try and trust him again he drops a bombshell like this, you really weren’t sure about the man that Jongin was.
Jongin and Kris stared at you, staying silent clearly they didn’t want to talk. You sighed heavily; banging your crutch on the table making the other boys jump.
“Jongin and Kris are the sons of Red.” You crossed your hands over your chest and leaned back in your seat.

Everyone stared at you for a few seconds, then they burst out laughing. You were beginning to get angry now, you weren’t joking why wasn’t anyone taking you seriously, especially Chanyeol. You were surprisingly very angry at the way that Minseok was acting too.

“Stop being stupid Y/N, we’re trying to have a good time and be happy right now, Minseok is back, trust you to try and spoil this moment.” Sehun glared at you from across the table, pulling on Minseok’s arm.

“I’m not lying. Chanyeol!” You looked over to him for some support.

“Y/N that really isn’t possible, you must’ve misheard.”

“So you’re calling me a liar.” You huffed, beginning to get pissed off with him.

“No…I’m just saying…”

“Chanyeol, in the name of Quinn I’m not lying!” You pursed your lips together. Chanyeol’s eyes grew wider.
When you were younger you had a dog called Quinn, and Chanyeol knew how dear it was to you, whenever you wanted him to know you were being serious about something you’d bring Quinn into it.

“She’s not lying…” Chanyeol grumbled, now staring at Jongin and Kris.
“Who are you two and what the fuck do you want?” He stood up from his seat and began walking into Jongin, causing him to back up against the wall. “She’s telling the truth isn’t she? Who are you Kim Jongin? Kris? If those are even your names.” Jongin looked down at his feet, unable to answer Chanyeol’s question, causing Chanyeol to scoff in disbelief. “I say we should take them to the torture chamber now.”

Jongin and Kris’ eyes enlarged, looking at Chanyeol with worry.

“Wow, Chan there is really no need for that.” Jongin tried pushing Chanyeol backwards away from him, but it didn’t work. Instead Chanyeol pushed his knee up into Jongin’s stomach causing him to double over in pain and dragged him out of the room. Minseok doing the same to Kris.
There he was again, bad boy Minseok, but this time it gave you slight butterflies in your stomach and you couldn’t quite explain why. Shaking your head free from the inapt thoughts you followed all of the men out of the room slowly.

“Y/N come here, I’ll take you.” Yixing scooped you up into his arms, speeding up the process of you walking by crutches.
“It feels like I haven’t spoken to you in forever. I’ve missed you Y/N you know that right?” He whispered into your ear, this time it made you feel uncomfortable and for some stupid reason you felt really guilty being in his arms, when Minseok wasn’t aware he was carrying you to the torture room. Were you crazy, why were you thinking of Minseok? What was going on with you? Minseok meant nothing to you, not in that way, why was this happening to you? “Y/N?” he repeated your name, concerned you didn’t hear.

“Oh umm…yeah I’m glad you’re awake now.” Was all you could manage, you really couldn’t say more. Before what had happened with Minseok, you felt a little compelled, Yixing was a lovely man, but now it made you feel uncomfortable. You felt a little bit angry with yourself and Minseok; he was fucking up everything, why were you acting this way. Yixing let out a heavy sigh not saying anything more, however you knew it was a conversation you’d probably unwillingly have to finish later. He carried you down the spiralling metal staircase towards the basement and past the Op room, you hadn’t even realised that there was a room past this when you had been down here before. He entered the room slowly placing you to sit down on a table next to lots of tools. Spanners, Screw drivers, hand drills nearly everything you’d find in a garden shed and more. You looked up and around the dimly lit room, it was dark and cold and there were chains and ropes in the corner of the room. Four metal chairs were positioned in the middle; Jongin and Kris were made to sit on two of them.

Minseok walked up to them slowly, his face was set and reminded you of how he was when you first met him, now your stomach began to turn again because you knew this could only lead to something bad. He was holding a staple gun, pointing it towards Jongin’s hand.

“You two already know how this goes, so there’s no need to explain it to you.” He laughed sarcastically, “So we’ll give you the luxury of not tying you up, but if you don’t speak…”
He shot the gun, a staple flying into Jongin’s palm, making him shout out in pain. Minseok smiled, nodding his head at Junmyeon who nodded his head back.

“So let’s cut to the chase boys.” Minseok’s face was militant again, “Who the fuck are you?”

“We told you already!” Jongin shouted, still in pain from the staple in his palm. “We’re on your fucking side! We infiltrating Red, pretending we’re working for him and then bringing the information to you, what else do you want us to say, damn it Minseok!”

Minseok smiled, pointing the gun at Kris. “I know that, but the game has all changed now that we know you are the children of Red. So tell us what you want, and you better tell the truth otherwise I’m going to up the ante.” He pointed at the table of tools you were sitting on. “Now hurry up.”

You sat back nervously on the table, both of the men were quiet and you couldn’t see this ending well at all, until suddenly Kris began to speak up.

“Yes me and Jongin are related. Yes Red is our father. What more do you want? We’re still on your side.”

Minseok clapped his hands sarcastically. “Wow, well that was very convincing. How can I believe you when you Shot the boys and killed Luhan?” He said the last part viciously, his voice laced with venom.

“I had to shoot Chanyeol and Yixing, I had no choice.” Jongin sighed. “If I didn’t shoot them the other guy with the gun would’ve been suspicious as to why I didn’t, he would’ve questioned my position in Red’s underground unit, reported me and then I would’ve been found out, which would end badly for all of us, that’s why I didn’t kill them. Don’t you think I would have otherwise; I never fucking miss a shot Minseok, you know that!” He gave Chanyeol and Yixing an apologetic look.
“As for Luhan, he was just like May. He was corrupt, we didn’t know. He was a real mole, feeding them information about us, he was actively trying to get us taken out and it took me so long to realise, on the night of that raid when we were ambushed I found out that he was the one behind it, so yes, I took him out. I didn’t know Yixing was watching, so I had to lie and make it look like he got the story wrong.”

Minseok lowered his gun and was shaking his head erratically; his eyes were filling up with tears.
“No…no you’re lying…YOU’RE LYING!” He shouted, shooting another staple, but this time into Jongin’s arm. “Luhan would never! He would never!”

“He’s not fucking lying Minseok, he’s telling the truth, it’s sad, in fact it’s heartbreaking, I know! I was upset too, but it’s true!”

You jumped in your seat when you saw Sehun running towards your direction like a crazed dog and grabbing the hand drill from the table, running towards Kris he held it up beside his head.

“Stop fucking lying! Luhan would never do such a thing!” He was practically screaming. “How dare you speak shit about him, who do you think you are?!”

“Sehun, we’re being serious. There are papers in his room to prove it, if you lift up the bottom of his desk draw, he’s kept it there. Read it and then come back and try telling me I’m lying.” Kris said punching Sehun in the nose and grabbing the hand drill from him, sliding it across the floor back to your side of the room. Sehun didn’t waste any time in checking, holding his nose he ran to the door and disappeared out of the room.
It was eerily quiet now, in a sense you were all waiting for Sehun to come back and confirm that they were lying, but you were staring at Jongin’s face now and even though you had become sceptical about the man that he had become, something in the pit of your stomach was telling you that he was telling the truth.

Kris sighed rolling his eyes and shifting in his seat. “We are here wasting time, when we could be planning our next moves.”

“Shut the fuck up, don’t piss me off more than you already have.” Minseok said pointing the staple gun at him.
Just then Sehun burst into the room, his eyes and face red, tears streaming down.

“He’s telling the truth…” He threw some sheets of paper onto the ground and ran out of the room again.

Kyungsoo walked over silently picking up the paper that was scattered on the floor scanning over it quickly; he let out a heavy sigh and raised his eyes up to Minseok, giving him a sorry look. Minseok was shaking violently as Kyungsoo handed the papers over to him but he pushed them away running out of the room too. The room went silent again, everything the boys thought they knew about Luhan was a lie, they thought they had lost a friend, a brother. But they were wrong. How were they going to move on from this?

Baekhyun cleared his throat, taking a step forward into Jongin and Kris’ direction. “Explain to me why you’d want to kill your own father. It doesn’t make sense.”

“Because we hate him, it’s a simple as that.” Kris said, standing up from his seat now and walking over to Jongin to check his arm and hand.

“We’re going to need more than that Kris.” Kyungsoo said, sitting on the other end of the table that you were sat on. Jongin took a deep breath and began speaking.

“Jay Lee is a shitty man. He’s wronged so many people in so many ways and not just business wise. We have an older sister who we don’t talk to, she probably hates us I wouldn’t be surprised. Red was married to her mother for a lengthy period of time I hear, I’m not so sure about the specifics. But when he established his company I guess the money got into his head and the power of course, I don’t know. So he cheated on his wife and began seeing this other woman, they were having an affair for 8 months, and unfortunately for him she fell pregnant with twins. She begged him to marry her and move into an apartment with her because she couldn’t do it on her own. He refused, so when she asked why he told her he was married. She was in shock; she never knew he had a wife. But Red knew he couldn’t have the world know he was a two-timing piece of shit who had children outside of marriage could he? So he beat her violently, his aim was to get rid of the babies. If there were no babies then there was no evidence and if she tried to make a claim, she could just be labelled as a crazed woman. So anyway the twins ended up coming early, unfortunately one of them died, but the second survived. Wu Yifan, or as we call him; Kris.” Your eyes widened as you focused your attention on Kris who was looking down at the floor now.

“So his mum moved city, but she blackmailed Red for money and to see Kris on some occasions, otherwise he’d be missing out on the love a child deserves from their father. So he agreed putting just about enough money in her account for Kris and her to survive and seeing him twice a year. On one occasion when Kris’ mum went to the grocery shop to buy some milk for his breakfast the next day, Red tried to drown him in a bath tub and… Wait how old were you when that happened again?” He turned to face his brother.

“Six…” Kris said quietly, it was weird because since you had meet him he had been so loud and blasé, but now all of a sudden he was quiet and he looked so vulnerable, you felt sorry for him.

“Hmm. Right” Jongin continued. “But then after he couldn’t guarantee that she would stay silent, he…he killed her. He had his men take her out.”
There was an eerie silence in the room as everyone looked at Kris, who was blatantly trying to avoid eye contact with anyone.

“He pretty much did the same thing with me. He started seeing my mum after he had Kris’ mum killed, my mum was originally from the countryside so she had no idea who Red was and that he was married, she thought she’d just hit gold finding a caring man who was rich at that. But he had done the exact same thing to her as he did to Kris’ mum; He killed her to silence her too. I end up living with an auntie then, but she never liked me and always abused me, whilst Kris was taken to an orphanage. We decided that we would find dad again and tell him that we’d work for him and keep our identities hidden. We didn’t know we were brothers at first, not until we really started talking. We’ve both always hated him and decided we had to do something about it.” He stopped talking, looking around the room at everyone and stood up from his chair.

“Wow, was not expecting that…” Jongdae breathed.
You were glad that everything was cleared up now, Jongin really wasn’t the bad guy and admittedly that gave you a sense of relief.

“Can we get out of here now? It’s cold and I’m hungry. I’ve been to a fucking funeral today I need to relax.” Kris said smiling pertly, but as he was walking towards the door you caught his eye and could see he was hurt, the thought of his mum probably playing in the back of his mind.

“Chanyeol, help me up the stairs please.” You smiled sweetly at him, allowing yourself to be scooped up into his arms and carried up the spiralling staircase. 

“You can put me down here.” You said, signalling him to drop you a foot away from Luhan’s room.

“Are you sure?” He raised a brow looking at you. “It’s late, I can tuck you in if you want.”

You shook your head, “No it’s fine Chanyeol I only wanted you to carry me up the stairs, not to my room.” You hugged him goodnight and waited for him to disappear down the corridor. When you sure he was gone, you turned to the opposite direction and began to walk. Stopping at a door, you knocked lightly.

“Fuck off.” You heard a voice say. Ignoring it, you walked inside closing the door behind you. “I said Fuck –”

“I know what you said Minseok, but I’m ignoring you.” You sat at the edge of his bed looking at him. He was a state, his face was red, tears were running down his cheeks and he was sniffling loudly tucked under his bed covers.

“Minseok I’m really sorry that you had to find out what you did, I know that you were close. I know I can’t really make this better but If you want to talk…I’m always here.” You looked at him for a while, reaching the conclusion that he wasn’t going to answer back, but then he shuffled closer to his wall and lifted his duvet upwards, you were confused for a moment but then you realised it was an invitation for you to slide in beside him and so you did.
It felt weird at first because you had only ever cuddled with Chanyeol and so that’s what you were used to, but after a while you began to ease into it, your muscles becoming less tense until finally you were relaxed. Minseok nestled his head into your chest and began sniffing, you could feel his hot tears soaking through the material of your pyjama T-shirt. Instinctively you wrapped your hand round him and began rubbing his back; slowly and comfortingly.

“But I thought we were brothers, how could he do this to us Y/N? How could he do this to me?” He looked up at you through wet, misty eyes and you used the pad of your thumb to wipe his tears away.

“It’ll get easier Minseok I promise.” You whispered, smiling at him sadly. You couldn’t imagine the pain he was going through, he had lost so many people and he was losing Luhan twice, you were sure this time around was worse than the actual death itself.

“If you’re going disappoint me somewhere down the line then just fuck off now, because I can’t take anymore.” He looked at you, frowning.

“Huh?” You were confused; you didn’t know what he meant.

“I’m becoming attached to you Y/N and it would hurt me a lot less now if you revealed your real self then if you waited until later. I can’t deal with always getting the shorter end of the stick; it’s draining all of my energy. I’m so damaged.”

“Minseok.” You whispered, shaking your head. “I’m not going to change this is who I am, there is no ulterior motive and I will do no back tracking, this is really just me.” He nodded at you slowly, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Stay with me tonight Y/N. I need you here. I need someone who understands and who cares. I … I just want to be comforted for once in my life. I deserve that don’t I?” You smiled at him again, nodding this time. Catching you off of your guard, he suddenly pulled you in for a kiss, but you melted in to it, not wanting to deny that familiar sensation that you thrived off of so much. The longer you kissed the more you felt yourself yearning for his touch, that warm fuzzy feeling was returning to your stomach. Your lips continued dancing together as his grip on your waist became tighter. You pulled away momentarily, scared that you were beginning to enjoy this too much.

“Minseok we –”

“I don’t want to stop Y/N. Not right now, please just for a little longer…”He pulled you into him again, this time his lips were moving faster and you could almost taste his hunger and desperation in your mouth.

“What the fuck?…”

You and Minseok tore yourselves away from each other in a flash and looked up towards the door to see Yixing standing there.

“What the fuck is going on? You two are sleeping with each other?” His voice was shaking and you noticed his grip around the door handle becoming tighter, his knuckles turning white. He turned around and began walking away from the room.

“Yixing. Wait!” You called, sliding out of Minseok’s bed and limping out of the door. “Yixing!” He walked at a fast pace towards the kitchen where all the boys apart from Sehun were sat eating dinner. You went quiet when you realised you weren’t alone. Yixing sat down at the table, his face pale.

“Ah Y/N, come and have dinner.” Baekhyun called to you cheerily patting the seat beside him.

“Uhh…O-okay.” You sat down in the seat, opposite Yixing, who was staring at you intensely and if looks could kill, you would most certainly be dead. It was awkward, but the both of you sat there quietly, it was best to not discuss this in front of the boys, but now you had a lot of explaining to do. But besides that you were scared, someone had caught you making out with Minseok, what were you supposed to do about this. 

The boys started talking amongst themselves again about this week’s crazy events and Kris and Jongin being brothers. Kris was going into depth about how shocked he was when he had initially found out.

“You know it is rumoured that there is a last one of us. Child of Red. But I’ve never seen him or her.”
Jongin nodded at what Kris just said.

“Yeah I’ve heard that too. Well I heard that he had two other children, but the absolute last one died, so the second-to-last is the last remaining. I’ve heard they’re in the Genesis Corp too, but I don’t know whether or not they’re a mole working for him or not. I mean they could be against us, If they were with us why wouldn’t they reach out, surely they know about our subunit?”

You frowned, confused whether or not this apparent ‘secret’ child was good or bad. “So how old is this kid then?” You asked, looking intently at Jongin.

“Well I’ve heard he or she is younger than Minseok.”

Kris shook his head, knitting his brows together, he seemed confused at what Jongin had just said
 “But there’s no one in the actual Genesis company building that’s younger than Minseok, the youngest is our sub unit.” He frowned, trying to gather his thoughts. “So that means he or she…”

“…must be one of us…” You whispered your eyes widening and staring around the room, Red’s last child was sat in your midst but who was it?
 You began shifting in your seat uncomfortably, everyone in the room was looking around at each other now, you were frowning, creases setting into your forehead.
“No.” You laughed, uncertainty evident in your voice. “Maybe we just got it wrong, I’m sure we are overthinking things, right?”

And then he stood up. The last person you expected it to be rose from their seat. Your mouth dropping wide open, the evident look of shock on everyone’s face.

“It’s true. It’s me. I’m Red’s last child.”

Certain as the Sun: VII

Here is the next part to Certain as the Sun. ***WARNING: EXTREME EXPLICIT CONTENT***  I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as it killed my heart to write it. (That’s all the spoilers I’ll give. Please prepare yourselves). Sorry it’s also super long.

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I could think up about a million different possibilities as for why the hell Tamlin had sent for me to be brought to the Spring Court and none of them involved him letting Feyre go so that she could return home with me.

When I had first received the note from none other than the High Lord of the Spring Court himself, Amren had advised me to ignore it.

“It’s a trap,” she’d said, eyes blaring. “What good reason would he have to send for you?” When I’d addressed the rest of the Inner Circle as well, they’d had similar thoughts. There was one thing we all agreed upon, and that was that Tamlin had not invited me to his home for a nice brunch and some polite conversation.

When I’d tried to reach out to Feyre again I had been met with that dark, infinite void. She had not contacted him at all since she’d returned once again to the Spring Court. And although I was certain she must possess some perfectly good explanation unbeknownst to myself, it still struck some sort of chord that she had severed herself from me so thoroughly.

Nevertheless, I had agreed to meet with Tamlin. Morrigan and Amren were both waiting just on the outskirts of the Spring Court should I need their assistance. I’d ordered Azriel to take to the skies and keep watch from there, Cassian flanking my side. Normally, their roles were reversed, but in great thanks to that bastard King of Hybern, we still had not found any cure for Cassian’s ruined wings.

He had not yet come to terms with it, and over these past months, I could tell that there was something that was a bit off about my fellow Illyrian warrior. I could not begin to imagine the pain that came with being without your wings—for Illyrians we’d sooner lose our lives than the one thing that kept us from being fully tethered to the ground. Every day that Cassian chose to continue was another that my respect for him grew.

Even if that did mean getting rip-roaring drunk with him more than usual.

“Well, Tamlin’s certainly got a flair for the extravagant,” Cassian mused upon coming face to face with a ridiculously gaudy table sat decoratively in a corner. It seemed to have no use whatsoever besides showcasing Tamlin’s less than desirable personality traits.

No sooner did the words come from Cassian’s lips did a servant come to take us to wherever Tamlin was hiding out. He was a small, young Fae. Exceedingly pointed ears were a light shade of green at the tips, his eyes wide at the sight of the two warriors before him.

The boy swallowed before speaking. “Master Tamlin has ordered me to fetch you,” he said, fighting to stop his voice from quivering so much. “Please follow me.”

He promptly spun on his heels and walked out of the room, not bothering to ensure we were following him.

As we were led through the utter maze that was the Spring Court dwelling, I was shocked at how many memories were associated with this place that had once been like a home but was now nothing more than a living hell.

Finally, the boy led us to a set of dusty rose-colored double doors. His timid fingers lightly rapped on the door, followed by a, “Come in.”

As one we all filed inside. The room was big and spacious, a single table set with four chairs instead of just three did not escape my notice. This particular room had been peculiarly made with mirrors on three of the four walls, as well as the ceiling, giving it the illusion that you were standing in a pool of Starlight due to the sun that refracted off of them.

And standing at the lone window in the room was none other than the High Bastard himself.

Tamlin turned upon hearing our arrival, a welcoming smile adorning his lips. “Rhysand. Cassian,” he greeted. As he made his way over to us, I noted that his choice in clothing was just as flamboyant as his furniture. He wore a finely tailored red tunic with bright silver trimmings, grey pants, and black boots. His hair graced past his shoulders, and sitting atop his head was the infamous Spring Court crown. It looked decidedly uncomfortable.

“I trust you made it here without any trouble,” he continued.

“Your trust is accurately placed,” Cassian said with more than a hint of malice.

Tamlin just nodded, keeping that pleasant smile on his face. “Well, please sit. We’ve much to discuss.”

Neither Cassian nor I moved.

“I don’t have time for whatever mind tricks you’re trying to pull, Tamlin. Perhaps you’ve forgotten that that is one area—of many— that my performance supersedes yours,” I replied coolly.

That smile drooped ever slightly.

“I don’t see your Lady floating about,” I remarked. “Keeping her locked away for fear I may meddle with her mind again, are we?”

“Funny you should mention her, actually,” Tamlin’s eyes glittered with something that had my senses on high alert. “Feyre,” he called, “would you please join us?”

A moment later I heard the doors that we’d entered just a few moments ago open and then shut once more. I forced myself to breathe, not to react, to calm myself as Feyre came into view.

She was wearing a dress similar in fashion to what Tamlin was wearing, a pretty diadem sat upon her head. Feyre did not glance our way as she rushed to Tamlin, her lips meeting his as soon as he was within arm’s length.

Tamlin scooped her into his arms, Feyre leaning into his touch as his hand moved further south than should be permitted in front of an audience.

Cassian was taut as a bow, his hands clenching and unclenching were they were hidden behind his back. It took all my strength not to turn Tamlin’s mind to putty then and there, and I could tell similar thoughts were indeed running through Cassian’s mind as well as we were forced to watch helplessly as our High Lady shoved her tongue down another man’s throat.

“How are you today, my love?” He asked. She smiled broadly, one she had only ever graced me with when she was incandescently happy.

“I’m well, thank you,” she replied, beaming at him. “I got some more paintings done today.”

“Did you?”

She nodded, biting down on her lower lip, eyes sparkling. “I was feeling oddly inspired this morning…perhaps due to—”

“Either we get on with whatever business, or the two of you get a room and we leave,” Cassian interrupted. As much as I wished I could say that I would have been able to stand there for a few moments more and let them go about their business, it was killing me to see her this way.

When Feyre had visited, she’d told me she had to do things to keep up appearances. Things that she was not proud of. She hadn’t specified at the time, but there was no need. I knew exactly the kind of things she probably had to do to keep up the facade that she was hopelessly in love with Tamlin.

And yet, the wrath deafening my ears came as a surprise.

Indeed, it was one thing to be told, and another entirely to experience.

“Feyre, you remember Rhysand, I’m sure. And the other is Cassian. His…advisor.”

I couldn’t help the low chuckle that came as a result of his words. “You think you will anger me by disrespecting not only my title but a member of my court as well. It will take much more than a few insults, princeling, for me to reveal my true self.” His brows rose. “And I assure you, your claws would not like to become acquainted with my talons.”

He was quiet for a moment, eyes calculating.

Finally, he spoke. “You know what? You’re right. So very right, Rhysand. How foolish of me to think I could rile you with belittling you insignificant and, frankly, foolish court of savages anyway?” My teeth set. “It would take something much more…personal, I think.”

It took less than a heartbeat for Cassian to have his swords drawn, me reaching out to strangle Tamlin’s mind as the room was flooded with ten guards. They all immediately came at us, and I was more than prepared to fight our way out of this cursed kingdom with Tamlin tisked.

“Spill a drop of their blood, and your beloved mate loses her head.” It took me a moment to realize what he was saying, an infinitely longer moment for it to process. For when I looked at where Feyre had once been standing like another pretty piece of Tamlin’s furniture, she was now being held by three guards.

I forced my face into a mask of calm. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, you crazy bastard.”

His brows rose in mock surprise. “Oh really? You’ve no clue that Feyre is, indeed, your mate? That she’s been pretending this entire time to love me when really, she had staged everything just to infiltrate the Spring Court. A spy within my own walls, hiding in plain sight.” He paused, as if waiting for me to answer some unspoken question.

“Well then, if you have no feelings whatsoever for our lovely Feyre, here. I suppose you’ll have no problem watching this.” I watched as he snapped his fingers and a table decorated with over a dozen lethal weapons, a whip, and strangely, a bed appeared.

“As you know, the punishment for such treason is death.” He stalked towards Feyre, whose eyes had gone devoid of all emotion. As if she’d shut herself out of her own body. With one finger, he lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “I’m sorry for this, Feyre. I really am.” A regretful shake of the head and then, “Get on with it, boys.”

Immediately, Tamlin’s guards began to strip Feyre, yanking at her dress, tearing at the pins and beads in her hair until she was entirely naked before us. Once finished, Tamlin handed a long, black whip to the nearest guard. Something winked at the end of the whip—glass, I realized with unabashed horror.

“You’re going to whip her to death?” I asked, somehow still managing to keep my voice utterly bored.

Tamlin shrugged. “We’ll see how well she holds out.” He nodded at the guard, and I was sure my heart cleaved itself in two as Feyre took in a deep, shuddering breath, preparing herself for the pain that was sure to come.

The guard’s arm reared back, time seeming to slow as his arm came down.

The resounding crack of leather on skin was one that would haunt me for many centuries to come.

Feyre only released a strangled cry, biting the inside of her cheek to keep from calling out. And that was how it went as the guard whipped her again, and again, and again. I lost count sometime after fifty.

I knew that Feyre’s back had stopped healing itself when she finally released a cry so full of agony, it was all I could do to stop from ripping that whip from the guard’s hands and using it myself.

Tamlin allowed the guard to bring down that leather ten more times before he finally said, “Enough. Get her up.”

They heaved her up, Tamlin slowly circling around her like a lion before its prey. When he was once again facing her he murmured, “Get on the bed.”

Feyre looked at him, her eyes burning like liquid amber. But she did not respond, and she did not move. Only stared at him with a look that promised death in the future.

“Get on the bed, Feyre, or I will instruct my guards to seize your mate’s cousin and bring her back here.”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

“Pretty little thing isn’t she? Bright red lips, beautiful honeyed hair. The only family Rhysand has left if I recall correctly. It’d be a shame for dear Rhys to be the only left of his name, wouldn’t it?”

And then Feyre looked beyond Tamlin, her eyes locking with mine. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” they seemed to say.

“I’m going to kill you.” My voice was quiet, but it was filled with a vow I had every intention to keep.

Tamlin didn’t turn to me as he said. “I don’t believe you’ll have the chance.” He inclined his head toward the waiting bed. “Off you go, Feyre.”

She hesitated for a moment, gaze still locked with mine before she obeyed.

“Now, Rhys, since she is your mate I figured I’d offer. Would you like to have a go? Feyre has…well, not really two choices but two possibilities,” he finally turned to meet my gaze. “Either you join her in that bed and fuck her…or I will, gladly, as you watch. You’ve thirty seconds to decide.”

“Rhys.” I looked over at Feyre to see her shaking her head, her eyes swimming not with tears, but with a sort of determination that only came with acceptance. “Don’t do it. Do not agree to this.”

“Feyre—”

“I’ll be fine,” she promised.

“Feyre—” Cassian tried.

“I will. Be. Fine,” she said, sternly this time.

And I wanted to believe her, I really did.

I wanted to believe that this wouldn’t be the thing that broke her, being raped by the man who had once claimed to love her. I knew he wouldn’t be gentle with her, even after being whipped. The man who had once been thought to be her savior, lover, friend.

But Tamlin was none of those things.

And I couldn’t, not for the life of me, believe that she would still be Feyre after this.

“Alright,” Tamlin sighed, “I guess I’m—”

“I’ll do it.”

“Rhys—”

“Now, now, Feyre. Let him finish.”

Cassian turned to me, anguish in his eyes. “Rhysand, you don’t—”

“I’ll do it,” I repeated, ignoring him. “I’ll sleep with her.”

“Well then,” Tamlin grinned, “I don’t believe you need me to instruct you on how to go about your business.” He gestured towards Feyre, towards the bed, my damnation.

I watched in horror as Feyre fought back tears at my approach, and all I could pray for was that she’d one day forgive me for this, for this sin I was about to commit.

She slid to the side as I rid myself of my clothing, by back to Tamlin’s gathered audience. Her eyes never left mine as I finally joined her on that bed.

“It’s alright,” I whispered my lips at her ear. “It’s just me. It’s just me.”

She couldn’t respond, she was shaking so hard. I’d never seen her shaking so violently. Feyre lifted my chin with her finger, her head shaking.

“Don’t stop looking at me,” she begged. “Don’t leave me. Please.”

“I won’t,” I promised. “I won’t.”

Slowly, Tamlin be damned, I made sure to honor her body, despite all of the new scars, worshipping all of her newly inflicted wounds. I wanted Feyre to know it was me, that despite this terrible act we were being forced into, it did not mean that I loved her any less.

When I finally connected our bodies, she let out a slight gasp, her eyes, now swimming with tears, still never leaving mine as I moved, my body cocooning hers, careful of her wounds.

“I’m here,” I whispered down the bond, “I’m here. I won’t leave you. I love you.”

But all I was met with was an infinite void.

The Labyrinth Chapter 26

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin || ft. all the members

Length: 8.1k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate your parents’ whereabouts. It is this fateful decision that leads you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading, as your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along.

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35; bartender!taehyung

cheek (35)
p: kissing along the cheeks

if you had to put a label on taehyung with one of the main characteristics that would explain the kind of person he is… as of now, in this given moment, right in this second, millisecond, it would be affectionate. he was just a ball of fluff, giving and giving and giving away his love like he was made to love every single person in this planet. now, you don’t mean it in a bad way. it was great to have a boyfriend who loves you this much and shows it as much as he claims to.

but sometimes it gets in the way when you’re trying to get some work done.

exhibit a: “tae, i can’t quite move like this,”

“perfect,” he purrs, arms still strapped around your waist. 

with a broomstick in your hands, you’re about to shove it on his foot but with the way he’s swaying you from left to right just… you try to do it when he’s looking at you like that.

exhibit b: “you know, the chair only has four legs and i don’t think it’s going to hold our weight,”

“the chair is the least of my worries,” he chuckles, tilting his head to match the angle where it meets with your eyes.

“the more important question here is are you comfortable?”

“…maybe if we weren’t putting the chair’s life at stake,”

“it’s just a chair, y/n,”

“and i’m just a person,”

“but you’re a person i care about more. now hush and let me make those guys jealous on the nights i can’t even touch you because of protocols.”

exhibit now: “if i end up screwing this recipe up, i’m blaming it on you,”

“ah, you can’t blame be when i’m not the one making it,”

“you’re restricting my movement,”

“it’s called being affectionate,”

you throw your head back, only to land on his shoulders because he’s been there for a good twenty minutes ever since you decided to get off the sofa and be productive to make him something. it didn’t turn out to be the way you want it to be when he’s become a koala, latching himself onto you as if the sofa wasn’t a better choice.

“yeah, well, being affectionate doesn’t mean-”

a quick smack to the cheek with his lips causes you to stop mid sentence. blinking, you turn look over our shoulder to see if he did what he did but it’s not like you could backtrack or rewind real life so you wait until he - does it again but this time with a huge grin on his face.

“you can’t just do that and expect me to-”kiss.

“taehyung i’m-”kiss.

“okay now that’s just rude,”

“…do you want me to stop?”

“…”

“…”

“no. keep them kisses going.”

That I Have Regretted

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x Reader (female pronoun)

Genre : Angst, tiny bit of fluff

Warning : death, cringe worthy writing, sucky writing, etc (??)

Word Count : 5120 ( Sorry, I got carried away )

A/N : This idea came to my head all of a sudden minutes before I sleep and unlike some of my other ideas, this one lingers in my head day and night so I decided to write it. At first I wanted the character to be Steve coz he’s my ultimate favourite among the Avengers but Bucky seemed to be more suitable. This is the very first story I post on this blog so please be nice to me 💕 - Nana🌸

Originally posted by gliceria

There both (Y/N) and Bucky stood still like statues.

In the dark, cold room, face-to-face, eyes boring into each other due to anger that has been gnawing on both of their hearts.

“I mean it” he said.

(Y/N)’s eyes were narrowed to the man before her, hands moving to rest on her hips as she answered her man back, “you are not the boss of me, James” she spat bitterly. The name she used to address him meant that she is beyond mad, pissed, annoyed, and all other emotions that are stirring up in her.

Bucky cringed slightly at the name (Y/N) used to address him, it sounded rather hostile and cold to him because the name is rarely used by anyone close to him.

“you never listen to me, not a damn bit! How many times should I tell you to stay in the Quinjet after you did your part of the mission and until we all finish ours!? You are our eye in the sky and you almost blew the mission for us all, almost get killed and those damned HYDRA agents almost escaped!”

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