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What we really need is an adaptation of the original 1740 The Beauty and the Beast

So were you aware that the The Beauty and the Beast story we all know is a heavily abridged and rewritten version of a much longer novella by Gabrielle-Suzanne Barbot de Villeneuve?  And that a lot of the plot holes existing in the current versions exist because the 1756 rewrite cut out the second half of the novella, which consisted entirely of the elaborate backstory that explains all the weird shit that happened before?  And that the elaborate backstory is presented in a way that’s kind of boring because the novel had only just been invented in 1740 and no one knew how they worked yet, but contains a bazillion awesome ideas that beg for a modern retelling?  And that you are probably not aware that the modern world needs this story like air but the modern world absolutely needs this story like air?  Allow me to explain:

The totally awesome elaborate backstory that explains Beauty and the Beast

  • Once upon a time there was a king, a queen, and their only son
  • But while the prince was still in his infancy, in a neat reversal of how these fairy tales usually go, the king tragically died, leaving his wife to act as Regent until their son reaches maturity
  • Unfortunately, the rulers of all the lands surrounding them go, “Hmm, the kingdom is ruled by a woman now, it must be weak, time for an invasion!”
  • And the Queen goes, “Well, if I let some general fight all these battles for me, he’ll totally amass enough fame and power to make a bid for the throne; if I want to protect my son’s crown, I have no choice but to take up arms and lead the troops myself!
  • (Btw, I want to stress that this woman is not Eowyn or Boudica and nothing in the way her story is presented suggests that she had any interest martial exploits before or in any way came to enjoy them during these battles.  This is a perfectly ordinary court lady who would much rather be embroidering altar covers for the royal chapel and playing with her child until necessity made her go, “Oh no, this sucks, I guess I have to become a Warrior Queen now” and she just happened to kick ass at it anyway.)
  • And the Queen totally kicked ass, but the whole “twice as good for half the credit” thing meant that no matter how many battles she won, potential enemies refused to take her and her army seriously until she had defeated them so no sooner would she fend off one invasion than another one would pop up on a different border.
  • So she spent the majority of her young son’s life away from the castle leading armies, but it was OK because she left him in the care of her two best friends, who just happen to be fairies!  This was an awesome idea because a) fairies have magic, and therefore are like the best people to protect the prince from any threats and b) fairies consider themselves to be so above humanity that the lowest fairy outranks the highest mortal, so they’d have no interest in taking a human throne.  Good thing they were both good fairies instead of one good and one evil one!
  • (Spoiler:  they were not both good fairies.)
  • So the two fairies basically take turns raising the prince until he’s old enough to rule.  And on the eve of his twenty-first birthday, the evil older one comes into the prince’s bedroom.
  • “So listen, kid.  You’re about to become king, your mother’s on her way home from the war to see you crowned, and I have a third piece of good news for you!  You see, I’ve actually been spending so much time here lately because Fairyland’s become a bit too hot to hold me for reasons totally not related to me being secretly evil.  And if I have to hang in the human world, I might as well reside in the upper echelons of it, so even though as a powerful fairy I completely eclipse your puny human status in a staggeringly unimaginable way, since you’re about to be king and since my premonition that I should stick this whole guardianship thing out because you would be hot one day has totally proved accurate (go me), I will graciously lower myself to allowing you to marry me.  Please feel free to grovel at my feet in gratitude.  (Btw, we can totally start the wedding night now, we’ll tell your mother about it when she arrives tomorrow.)”

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anonymous asked:

How about the RFA and their first fight with MC?

(๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و Gotcha! I hope you enjoy em!


Yoosung

- Picking up studying and maintaining his LOLOL life was becoming increasingly difficult each day

-You always tried your best to support him, though! Unfortunately, it was starting to have a few downsides

-Sometimes you’d get roped into playing his game for him during an event, or having to help him study even though you were busy with your own

-Helping him study wasn’t too bad; it was just LOLOL at the most part. You’d never played an MMORPG before him. They looked way too difficult, and your assumptions were right! His guild had helped you, almost babied you at first, with the events. But this one was a big one-time event?

- Of course, you managed to screw it up. You only had a bit of practice as you were busy with your own schedule

-Annnd that is what led to your first argument.

-”What? How could you mess this up? The temple was such a low level!”

-He just wouldn’t stop yelling and fussing at you. Before long the shame ate you up too much, and you just outright started sobbing right there. Becoming a blubbering mess trying to explain that you just weren’t good enough at this game yet.

-As soon as you started crying, Yoosung stopped his yelling. He just stood there at first, in a bit of shock, and then carefully wrapped his arms around you- Fully hugging you tight when you leaned into him.

-He let you cry for a bit, him nearly tearing up as well, as he realized he was being a little too harsh on you. (Good job Yoosung)

-After a good bit, he pulled away so he could look you in the face and apologize. Nothing half-assed either! 

-You too had a long talk, full of hand holding, hugs, and small kisses. He was going to stop pressuring you so much with his game. And, well, he really should take a break on it if it was making the both of you stressed now, instead of just him. The weekends were always there to play!

Zen

- “What do you mean it’s not cute?”

-Zen looked confused at your worried over the drawing in his hand. His fan-letters were nothing new, but the increase in them after you two had started dating publicly were a little concerning.

-Especially with this one showing a high-leveled drawing of him and the fan from the letter. It was truly a great picture! But the fact that they were in a kissing embrace, and that it was sent to him, made you worry about how much these letters were disclosing.

-Especially after a few you had witnessed were shaming you.

- “It’s just something that happens when you get famous! You’ll understand, babe.”

- Instant frown, and Zen realized he maybe shouldn’t call you a pet name at this moment.

- “Can you at least stop shoving it in my face, or would you rather be with the girl in the picture that badly?” Oops.

- Shock was all over his face, and even though you were glaring, you felt immediately disgusted with yourself for being so petty. But, damnit! He started shoving those love letters in your face always!

- Pretty soon, one thing led to another and you guys landed in your first argument. Then everything started coming out- The jealously, the smoking, him kissing other girls on stage. You felt so petty, but in your anger you let everything off of your chest. And so did he.

- After the both of you cooling off for a bit, and you crying, you slowly made your way to the rooftop he was on. You didn’t know if he was cooled off yet, but you called out his name anyway. When he glanced at you, and offered a small smile, you immediately started spilling out apologies. And he did too, hugging you and countering all of your apologies with his own.

-Afterwards, you two calmly discussed some things the both of you were worried/jealous about, and made sure to have healthy discussions about it in the future rather than exploding on each other. 

-(He also promised to have a talk on his blog about the more NFSW letters)

Jaehee

-It was hard to stay mad at her for too long. Both of you were adults! You would even argue she was moreso of an adult than you were.

-But it seemed you were more adult than her in some aspects

-Like the fact she was literally running herself ragged with the coffee shop.

-You could tell her small cold had gotten worse due to how hard she would work and refuse to rest- Or to even close the shop early.

-Add that to the fact she refused to hire teens with no job experience, too worried that they wouldn’t be able to handle it, and you had the both of you exhausted before the shop was even closed.

-Knowing she wouldn’t listen to you much about her health- “I’m fine, I promise.”- You decided to ask Jumin for some help. Just a little- Because he knew her work persona much better than you did.

-After a few bad, horrible, suggestions from Jumin on how to get her to rest, you finally took matters into your own hands

-You hired one of the teens that had been rejected.

-He was great at his interview! Very passionate and already knew a bit of needed info about coffee shops.

-But when Jaehee saw him in a uniform, she took you to the back office for a discussion. 

-”Mc, do you not trust my opinion??”

“I do, but not when it’s biased and makes no sense!”

-Arguments for a long time. So long that the new hire ended up managing the cafe while the two of you bickered, and even though he wasn’t fully trained, he did a great job.

-When Jaehee huffed out of the back office, realizing how much time had passed, and saw how well he did. Well. She did start to feel a bit silly.

-Once the two of you calmed down through-out the day while working, you two walked home and talked the whole time in a much more civil and calm manner. You apologizing for going behind her back, and her apologizing for her stubbornness.

-of course you watched a Zen dvd when the two of you got home ya nerds

Jumin

-The two of you lasted so long without an argument. So long!! But eventually, every couple has one.

-It wasn’t about work, or Elizabeth 3rd, or even you spending his money. In fact, it was about the lack of you spending his money. Even sometimes refusing gifts he bought you because they were so expensive and a bit unnecessary.

-You weren’t used to spending so much money. You grew up sometimes having to rely on neighbors for food, or grandparents. Not spending over 100 on one meal like the two of you did daily.

-Today, you rejected another one of his gifts. You never were harsh about it, just politely saying he didn’t have to and you were fine without it. 

-Slowly, he put the necklace back in the box. “Mc, are you wanting to continue our relationship?”

-You’ve never had your heart nearly rip out of your chest so fast. 

-”What?”

-He went on to explain. He was worried about this since you never accepted his gifts anymore, that he was a bit stressed about it now.

-You tried explaining how you just didn’t like spending money so uselessly, so excessively, but he kept interrupting you saying that money wasn’t an issue.

-”Damnit, Jumin! I’m saying it is an issue! Not all of us like throwing our money like some pompous rich asshole!”

-Well. You didn’t mean that he was an asshole, but he certainly took it that way. And you couldn’t really blame him.

-He just. Left. Picked up Elizabeth 3rd and excused himself to the bedroom to work.

-Oh god did the two of you just break up?

-He stayed in there for hours. You cried, got angry at yourself, cried again. Once you had finally calmed down, you saw Elizabeth 3rd trotting down the hall to join you on the couch.

-Thankful for some outside comfort, you shyly petted her while glancing up at Jumin.

-He looked very stressed and tired, but he sat down beside you anyway.

-Immediately you explained your reasoning in a better way, and he listened. You apologized many times for the indirect insult, trying to explain you weren’t trying to pull a Zen on him, and he stopped you.

-”I..Actually called Zen for a bit of advice.”

-Oh my god.

-After him explaining his side of things as well- His worries of you constantly rejecting his gifts meaning you were rejecting him- and how Zen explained a few things, you two slowly started cuddling on the couch.

-After a long discussion, you decided to learn to accept some expensive gifts, and he learned not to try to buy you something every single day.

Seven

-The two of you were bound to have an argument eventually.

-He was sweet and funny most of the time, but every now and then he’d slip into a very depressed mood. Especially if it was caused by another one of Saeran’s meltdowns.

-He was quick to blame himself for everything, and if you tried to cheer him up he’d actually lash out at you at times.

-Tonight wasn’t that different. It was just a matter of him lashing out and you losing your last straw. After a few bouts of yelling, you announced he could sleep by his damn self if he was going to continue pushing you away.

-The fact that he actually agreed made you even more pissed off.

-Though when you went to the spare bedroom, you ended up crying your eyes out. It really hurt that he kept pushing you away.

-After distracting yourself (Aka, funny videos and talking to Jaehee and Yoosung about the argument), you eventually fell asleep.

-In the morning, however, you woke up to find him cuddled up next to you- Holding you tight to his chest.

-(you nearly hit him because you werent expecting him in the morning)

-After scaring you a bit on accident, he calmly apologized. Trying his best to explain how he didn’t realize how badly his attitude was messing with the relationship, and how sleeping alone helped him notice.

-After a few stubborn hugs, you forgave him, and apologized for having a short temper as well.

-In the future, he always tried his best to never let it escalate to that nature again.


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When your parents doesn’t approve them

Anonymous : Reaction where y/n’s parents don’t approve of them?

Namjoon

Namjoon is sad. Family is really important to him. When things got really serious between you two, he wanted you to meet his mother and father almost immediately. It’s essential for him to respect and do whatever his family wants, so he expects the same from your family. Well, if his family accepts you, it’s not the same with yours. Your mother is really reluctant. It doesn’t matter how kind, polite and mature he acts when you’re all skyping together, your mama doesn’t like him. She thinks he’s cold, arrogant and just want to have fun with a foreigner. To top it all, he’s a rapper ! You had to send her his lyrics so she can actually see how poetic he is. It helped a bit, but she still doesn’t want you to date an idol. One day, Namjoon calls her and asks for a real conversation with both of your parents. He wants them to know him better, and learn to trust him. « I don’t care about fame, I don’t act like a thug and I try to do something important with my music. Y/N is my other half so she knows me. And if you know your daughter, you know how smart and intuitive she is. What we got is the most important thing in my life, and I’ll always fight for it. I just hope one day you’ll see me as family… »


Taehyung

The fact that your parents doesn’t approve your relationship upsets him. He understood them at first, knowing how difficult it can be to see beyond the idol, but it’s been months now and they still doesn’t like him. Taehyung feels really sad and does everything he can to be liked by your family. You know it’s important for him so you keep telling them how mature, kind, unique and honest he is. Taehyung can’t stand the fact that they think he just wants to have fun. He’s young but he loves you and can easily imagine you in a wedding dress. He always thinks about a way to convince your parents and sometimes, he’s way too dramatic… « Let’s all go to a trip to my childhood town ! I’ll show them my old house, where my grandma lived… We could walk along the fields, go fishing and spend the nights around the fire… They’ll see how I grew up, they’ll see how humble I am… » You pass your arms around his neck and smile, your voice kinda shaky « I wish they could see you the way I see you… And I’m sure this day will come soon. »


Jin

Jin sighs as he sits on the couch. You sit next to him and pass your hand on his shoulders, overwhelmed by his genuine sadness. You just had dinner with your parents who came to Seoul but it didn’t went like you wanted. Of course, your mom was amazed by his good manners and the way he took care of you during dinner, and she couldn’t stop telling him how beautiful he was (And that was embarrassing…). But your father was not really easy going. He kept asking about his career and projects when « all of this will be over in a few years ». If looks could kill, your eyes would’ve be the last thing your dad would’ve see. Now that you’re home, Jin can whine about everything he wants, and you let him unwind everything ‘till he’s tired enough. You stroke his cheek and smile « You’ve worked so hard baby, and tonight you worked even harder to impress my parents. I love you so much Jin, I’m so thankful to you. Let’s just forget them, okay ? I’m sure one day everything will be alright. Let’s enjoy each other first… »


Hoseok

Hobi is really sad since he has done everything to please them but your parents still doesn’t like him. They’re sure he’s gonna break your heart because of his busy schedule. Not to mention that he’s an idol so he must be full of lies just to please his fans. Tonight, Hoseok invited them to see BTS live for the first time and you’re praying all the Gods for your parents to open their eyes. During the show, you keep looking at them from the corner of your eye. As much as they want to hide it, they’re enjoying it. Your heart is filled with hope (hue hue, see what I did there?) as you guide them to the backstages. You jump to hug him, giving him kisses all over his tired face. You turn around to see what your parents are gonna say to him but they just thank Hoseok and wish you both good night. Hobi is simply discouraged, his jaw clenched hard as sadness invades him. As they begin to walk away, you shout « I can’t believe you ! Do you guys really have nothing to say about him ? Did you see him or did you even avoided him on stage ? » Your mother turn around, her finger on your father’s wrist. They share a look before they both look at hobi « You’re a talented young man… Please, give us some time. » They walk away but this time you don’t want to stop them. You feel Hobi’s arm around your neck and smile as he whispers « I love you Y/N… »


Yoongi

Yoongi knows this feeling too well. How could he blame your parents when his own family didn’t believe in him at first ? This situation brings back some dark memories. Even if you never give up on trying to convince them he’s honest and genuine, Yoongi doesn’t want you to insist. Maybe someday they’ll accept him ? Or maybe they’re right… Maybe he doesn’t deserves you. Yoongi tries to hide the fact that it breaks his heart but it’s getting harder when he sees how much you struggle. One day, as he’s searching for your earphones in your bedroom, he finds a letter with your handwriting on it. He sits on the bed and begins to read. Quickly, he finds it hard to read due to his teary eyes. It’s a letter for your parents. You tell them about him, how you fell in love with him, how he changed your life. You talk about his past, his struggles and the way he went from the darkest place to where he’s now. Your words are perfectly chosen and you don’t tell too much. Just enough to make him feel loved, understood and respected.


Jimin

Jimin gets out the bathroom, shaking a towel on his wet hair. He knows you’re on the phone with your mother but something feels different. He gets closer to your bedroom and his heart stops when he hears your voice. You’re crying. Jimin wants to come in but it seems that you have a really important conversation with your mother. He hates when you’re upset but he doesn’t want to interrupt you. Without a sound, he leans on the wall and waits ‘till you’re done. Unfortunately, he hears everything. « How could you know if he’s able to protect me ? You don’t want to know him ! You avoid him every time he wants to say hi ! » You’re sobbing, your anger boiling in your veins. Jimin clenches his fists, feeling even more angry than you. He hates it when you’re in pain. « Well, thank you for worrying for nothing but I’m perfectly happy, mom. I’m in love, and I’m lucky enough to be loved back by this amazing man. If you don’t want to see the effect he has on your daughter, that’s fine. » You hang up and begin to cry even louder, head on your folded arms. Jimin gets on the bed and puts his arms around you, kissing your head. You look at him and cry even more when you see the tears in his eyes.


Jungkook

« I don’t understand… Did I do something wrong, babe ? » Jungkook is really shocked when you tell him about your parents’ disapproval. He has the right to be. Your parents have no real reasons to act the way they do. They keep warning you about his fame, his young age and all those girls around him. Actually, they don’t even know him, judging him just because he’s an idol. Jungkook wants to talk to them but he’s too nervous. He wants to tell them so many things but he’s afraid of getting too shy and ending not saying what he wants. « I want to tell them my story… Maybe if they know how much I’ve worked to be there… I want them to know I’m not a player. I fought for what I’ve got and I’ve fought for you. You’re my girl, I’m here to protect you, not to hurt you. If I tell them that maybe they’ll see I’m a good man… »

The Troubles of Family

Alec gets dragged to a double date, which might just bring some revelations to light.

Alec Lightwood/Magnus Bane, Simon Lewis/Jace Wayland Lightwood
Tags: Boys In Love, Friendship, Family, Post-Canon, Alcohol

for the lovely @magnusragnor aka my sun and stars ❤

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“Absolutely not.”

“Alec, c’mon.”

Illuminated by the low light of his office, Alec silently gave up on the remaining reports he was due to finish that night. Instead, he took a long look through the room trying to focus on anything but the person who’d been bothering him with a single, absolutely impossible request.

Thinking back to how his day had begun, he sighed. With Magnus’ body pressed to his back, his warm breath hitting Alec’s neck, it had felt like the beginning of a perfect day. The golden rays of the sun had shone through the curtains, making Magnus’ bronze skin glow in a way that had left Alec breathless. And when those eyes had finally opened, and he had been met with hazy cat eyes and a soft smile, the only logical course of action had been to press sleepy kisses all over Magnus’ beautiful face. An hour later, Magnus had rushed off to breakfast with Luke while Alec had made his way over to the Institute, grin still on his face.

Nevertheless, his hopes for the day had been shattered the moment he reached the Ops centre, and thus, his brother. And now, three hours later, Alec still couldn’t believe the words double date have actually left Jace’s mouth.

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Fair Date

Summary: It’s your birthday, and your best friend, Peter Parker takes you out to the fair.

Word Count: 1,866.

A/N: This was written for my main hoe @heaventide since it was her birthday earlier this week. She deserves nothing but love and happiness, but she also deserved this fic too. I fucking love you dude!!! ps: tell me if you guys likED THE CAMEOS I INCLUDED

Originally posted by tomshollandss

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BTS - Reaction to Having An Argument With You

As requested. Please enjoy. :)


Seokjin:
After he had joked about something silly, which really bothered you, it led to a stupid argument. You were left very hurt from some of his comments, and he was upset with some of yours. You both sat in silence for a bit until you decided to go to bed. He just grabbed a blanket and opted to sleep on the couch in his clothes, not wanting to bother you. You went forward with you nightly routine of your usual skin care and eventually changed and jumped under the covers. Jin knew that it wasn’t good to go to bed angry, and he felt badly for having caused such a fight. He decided to write some things down. You hadn’t been able to fall asleep, so when you heard him slip something under the door it didn’t take you long to pick it up and read it. A few minutes later you opened the door to find your boyfriend sitting against the wall. He stood up and you immediately wrapped your arms around him. You didn’t realize you had been softly crying until you tasted the salt on your lips. “I’m sorry Y/N. I can be such an idiot sometimes, I never meant to say something that would hurt you.” You apologized for your words as well. He kissed your forehead and you led him into your bedroom, glad to sleep in the warmth of his arms.

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“ PATRICK WITH A FIRE KINK? SHOCKING ! “

REQUEST: heyoooo okay so call me a freak but could you do one where Patrick gets a lil excited and burns you with his lighter and you’re like “wtf that hurt????” and hes like “i can make it better….” (((aka him burning you all over your body and then licking/sloppy kissing the burns and being kinda soft))))? your writings amazing btw thank you for supplying my lank boy addiction!!

AUTHORS NOTE: to make it a lil’ more realistic, you’re not all there in the head in this one, i mean c’mon look at who you’re dating 🤷🏻‍♀️

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Secrets - Castiel Version

Requested by anon:  Any Pairing: Reader x ?. I’ve got an idea where (Y/N) is hiding something and acting strange but when her boyfriend questions her about it, she avoids answering. This continues until he accuses her of cheating and during their argument she blurts out she’s pregnant (or something).

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Word count: 865

Warnings: None.

A/N: Castiel version! This is it for SPN ones, now off to the Sherlock versions. ;)

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Originally posted by subcas

Castiel was patiently waiting at the war room, fidgeting with his fingers as his mind listened absentmindedly to the angel radio. She had been acting weird, and he wasn’t sure why.

True, it was hard to be the girlfriend of an angel who, until a few days before proposing her to be his girlfriend, had no idea what the word meant – less to say what it implied. She had to teach him, not only the meaning but also the correct dating etiquette, manners, details and tips, and whatever they found useful.

She had been patient, more than she had ever been, but humans had a limit and Castiel was pretty sure he had reached her limit.

Maybe he had changed too much. At first, she had fallen for the rogue angel, the badass with the blade and oblivious to anyone and anything around him. But now, after so much time on Earth living with the Winchesters, he had turned into a sentimental being – without mentioning how little grace he had left – and so there was no longer a bad-ass angel but rather a lost baby in a trench coat.

Finally she came back. Castiel got up within an instant and moved fast to face her.

“Back to the no personal space thing, huh?” She joked cheerfully.

“I missed you.” He said mechanically. It was funny how awkward things could get due to his incapacity of human-socialization. Not even after dating her for so long could he find a good line to say whenever she came back home.

“I missed you too.” She said calmly and left a quick peck over his dry lips.

“We need to talk.” Castiel was sure to have heard that line in many movies, and it seemed to have the desired effect on people. However, when (Y/N)’s face fell, he knew he had made a mistake.

“Is everything all right?” She asked, guiding him to sit back at the table in which he had so anxiously waited for her.

“Is it?” Castiel asked back, “You are distant and I know you are keeping a secret from me.”

“What kind of secret would I keep from you? You’re an angel of the Lord.” She snapped back, although her culpability was more visible after being accused.

“You know I respect your privacy and don’t sneak in your mind anymore.” Castiel spoke, “Are you happy in this relationship or do you desire to end it?”

“END IT?” She inquired angrily, “WHY ON EARTH WOULD I WANT THAT?”

“Well, considering the regular symptoms of un-satisfaction in a human romantic relationship, acknowledge in that useful book Sam gave me when we started our own relationship, you are either cheating on me or hiding a bigger secret.” Castiel explained as eloquently as possible, “Unless you have killed one of my friends, which is utterly impossible because I have only be-friended two humans, which are Sam and Dean, and they are upstairs, you are cheating on me. Now, the reason as to why a woman your age would cheat on their romantic partner is because they can no longer get satisfaction; not only sexual but emotional, and if so I would like to know if you want to finish this because I’m fully aware of how difficult it is to maintain a lover with an angel as a boyfriend.”

(Y/N) remained quiet for longer than Castiel expected. She was dumbfounded, trying to process everything Castiel said and, at the same time, wanting to find the proper words to explain her behaviour and let him know he wasn’t planning to leave him – less to say cheating.

“Cas…” She spoke carefully, “I’m not cheating on you.”

“All right, then what is going on?” He inquired softly, trying to act like the whole situation didn’t affect him.

“I think it would be better if you… Checked me.” She said.

“You want to have role-play sex right now?” He asked in surprise and (Y/N) giggled.

“No, I mean it. Check me.” The angel nodded and approached her awkwardly; using the bit of grace he had left to accomplish her wishes, as usual.

“There’s nothing wrong.” Castiel said once he had finished, sitting back at his chair in front of her. “Your soul is in place, no demonic possession, the baby is healthy – three months old – and your immune system is working as it should. Your hormones are a struggling to re-organize but that is only because of…” He froze.

“Yes?” The angel took a deep breath and connected his baby blue eyes to her (Y/E/C) ones.

“You have a baby.” He said, almost a sceptic speaking about ghosts.

“I do.” She confirmed with a shy smile.

“Who’s the father?” Castiel inquired curiously.

“It’s yours.” (Y/N) replied calmly.

“That is…” He cleared his throat, “I’m… The baby will look like Jimmy, are you agree with this?”

“Of course I am.” (Y/N) chuckled, “Cas, we’re going to be parents.”

“Me, a father at last…” A soft smile grew on his vessel’s lips. “As long as I don’t ruin it like I did with Claire…”

“You won’t, you have me by your side now, remember?” She extended her hand to hold his.

“Yes, you’re right.”


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SPN Tags: @dreamingintheimpalawithdean @roseyhxnt @thisisjessicatalking

[SLBP Modern HC] Lords teaching you how to drive (Pt.1)

You can read Pt.2 here!

A/N: thanks to @shioune!! i brought this to life. blame her, lmao.

Oda Nobunaga

  • Before: He rarely, if ever, drives since he has Mitsuhide to do that for him. Still, he’s a pretty decent driver. That doesn’t stop you from asking him to teach you. He doesn’t even flinch, as he makes his way over to his car. Wait, what? Now? “Hurry. I don’t have all day.
  • During: A terrible instructor, if not one of the worst, due to his impatience and short temper. The whole situation is a nightmare and you’re surprised you haven’t gotten into an accident yet. No sooner than you’ve started, he makes you stop at a deserted diner and all but drags you from the driver’s seat.
  • After: “Foolish girl, leave the driving to capable hands.” It’s his way of saying that you’re permanently banned from being behind the wheel.

Akechi Mitsuhide

  • Before: He’s a busy man but when you ask him if he’d teach you how to drive sometime, he accepts wholeheartedly. And so the weekend came and your first session was about to start. You’re a bundle of nerves but he’s great at reassuring you.
  • During: An absolute sweetheart. Loves to give you tips and pointers throughout the drive. Every time you do something correctly, he praises you and gives you words of encouragement. Just when you seem to be getting the hang of things, you see something in your peripheral vision. Thinking that it was headed your way, you panic, veer to the right, and collide into a stop sign. Oops.
  • After: He unbuckles both of your seat belts and pulls you into his arms. His first priority was to make sure you were alright, as you tremble in his arms, the adrenaline rush causing your heart to pound. The car is the least of his worries but when he finally does inspect it, he concludes that it isn’t that big of a dent. “My darling, if you have places to be, please leave it to me to take you there.

Sanada Yukimura

  • Before: “You…? What!?! M-me? T-teach you!?!” Why was he so flustered? You nod. If not him, who else? Saizo? Not likely. Yukimura eventually accepts and vows to make sure you’re 110% prepared for your driving exam. Hold up, we’re not there yet! Failure, to him, was not an option.
  • During: “Hey, you’re doing a great job!” He’s surprisingly a good instructor despite his bashfulness. You were currently at an intersection about to make a left turn on a green light, except a car across from you had the same idea. The other vehicle was going too fast for comfort and cut in front of you, sending you into a panic. You responded by turning a little more than necessary and hit the curb, causing your front left tire to make a loud popping noise.
  • After: Upon Yukimura’s examination of the car, he noted that the hubcap needed replacement. “W-well… Aside from that one… thing, you were doing great! Just a little more practice and I’m sure you’ll be good to go.” You knew he was being a little too nice about it but it only just fueled your desire to improve.

Kirigakure Saizo

  • Before: You bring up the subject one day, right after he parks in front of your apartment. “Hmm… So the little lady wants to learn how to drive.” He’s surprisingly willing to teach you, despite your initial doubts. He gives you a manual to read prior to your lesson. Then, a detailed lecture on how to navigate the vehicle. You think to yourself how glad you are to found the courage to ask him… That is, until the actual drive began.
  • During: He doesn’t talk much really, just examines you carefully with his bloody eyes. He’s observant, can feel how tense your body is, how tense its been since you’ve entered the roads. Before you swerve to avoid an incoming vehicle, his hand shoots forward to steady the wheel and you gasp in surprise. “What did I tell you about panicking, little lady?
  • After: Since the near incident, he’s reverted back to his usual mask of indifference and you’re not quite sure what to say. You finally pull up at an empty parking lot when his languid voice breaks the silence. “Let’s try that again, shall we?” Cue intimidating smile. He’s not gonna stop until you learn how to drive… Properly.

Date Masamune

  • Before: One day, you express your interest in learning how to drive and he offers to teach you, albeit reluctantly, as he hates the thought of you getting injured. Your enthusiasm makes him smile though.
  • During: “…” Seems to be calm as all hell but is inwardly shook. Just complete utter silence as you make a sharp turn. His right hand reaches out to tightly grasp the roof handle, in a futile attempt to hang onto dear life. All of this goes unnoticed to you though since you’re so focused on making sure that you’re both… safe. Is it working? Barely.
  • After: You call out his name. No response. You try again until he finally looks at you, his hand reaching out to grasp yours. Masamune’s loving warmth seeped into your fingers. “…If you want to continue, we will have to practice more.”

Katakura Kojuro

  • Before: His car may as well have been a garbage dump. Junk of all sorts littered across the passenger seat and spilled over the floor, reaching into the back seats. He begins to shove everything onto the floor in order to make room for you to sit. “Forgive me, I haven’t had time to clean this up yet.” Riiight.
  • During: Hands down, the best instructor by far. Doesn’t coddle you but isn’t extremely harsh. Points out all your mistakes in a tactful manner so you don’t feel as discouraged. His calm demeanor rubs off on you and boosts your confidence. Near accidents happen during the first few sessions but you’re both dedicated to seeing this through.
  • After: You’ve gone from being the worst driver in existence to being, dare you say it, a decent one. He smiles proudly. “My precious girl, you’ve come a long way.
HOW MUCH LONGER Pt 2 - MCCANN

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“Y/N!” groaning in frustration, I couldn’t help but let my mind wonder why everyone seemed to distract me while I was working. “Y/N!” The voice echoed once again.

Slowly, I picked my arms up to swipe under my reading glasses lens and wipe the sleep from under my eyes, hoping I at least looked somewhat descent in what I wearing, having only woken up an hour ago, only to start on paperwork that needed to be completed. I no doubt looked like a living, breathing zombie.

“Yes?” I mumbled, giving that as a cue to whoever was at the door permission to enter, it creaked open slightly revealing the blonde girl I knew to well.

“Yes Gigi? What is it?” I groped, returning my eyes to the paperwork at hand.

“There’s someone here to see you.” She squeaked, obviously intimidated by me.

Good.

My eyebrows furrowed at her sentence, eyes quickly wandering over to my date diary beside me to check I hadn’t overlooked a meeting with anyone for day, returning empty handed and confused.

“I don’t have any meetings or deals scheduled for today. Tell whoever it is to either schedule something for a different day or get the fuck off my turf unless there prepared to meet the saviour.”

Gigi shook her head, fear in her eyes for objected against my wishes. “But you don’t understand. He insists he sees you now.”

“He?” I questioned. “Tell him I’ll rip his balls off and make him eat it if he insists he’ll see me now. I don’t talk unless it’s implanted in my book. Now if you’ll excuse me.” I concluded, gesturing down to the mountainous pile of paper.

“But y/n-” she continued, voice shaky.

“Enough Gigi!” I snapped. “I said I’m not speaking to this guy and that’s final, now if you want to keep objecting my orders then I’ll gladly warm my gun up right here, right now. Don’t push me!”

The room feel silent, Gigi trembling with nervous anxiety which was off considering I was pretty close to her, and she was rather comfortable around me most of the time.

But it wasn’t long before a third, unexpected voice had snuck its was into the conversation. The raspiness and flatness to it drawing shivers through my body, too familiar to feel any such foreignness. “Oh c'mon Y/N, loosen up a little bit. This is your friend your talking to right here, not me. No need for the vividly fücked up threats.”

My eyes rolled back in annoyance but also slightly in pleasure after hearing my name roll so smoothly off his tongue, remembering a time when instead of simply just saying it, he rather lustfully moaned it, spitting it with an edge-y warning as if saying ‘do that again and I’ll fuck you senseless. ’

And boy did he live up to those words. God I loved those days.

But instead, here I was, only visualising my unholy thoughts in my own head. Even that being off limits as to now that he was in a relationship with someone else.

“Funny hearing that from the man that kills people for a living.” The words ran off my tongue, dripping with hatred. Hatred that just didn’t exist.

“Not that your any better.” He replied smugly, placing - or rather, throwing himself in the black leather one seater placed neatly in front of my desk.

“Your not welcome here at the moment. What are you doing here?” I asked, running a few of my slender fingers across my mess of hair. His eyes followed my hands, trailing all the way past my eyes then to my slight cleavage which had fallen due to my loose pyjama top.

My eyes rolled in acknowledgement, a scoff escaping my lips “My eyes aren’t on my breasts.” I stated. A smirk set across his face, no shame evident on his features as his eyes finally trailed back to mine. Fire burning through his honey orbs at the recognition that he had just been caught in the wrong.

But to people like us, wrong was always right.

Frustration fumed behind my exterior, my annoyingly sexy ex welcoming himself in my gang house only to make himself comfortable in my office while checking me out. I mean, not that I minded the last thing, but still. “What the fuck do you want McCann?” But nonetheless, I still had to hide the wave of hurt my heart produced every time his name was mentioned or his face was seen.

“Oh yeah.” He smiled, eyes lighting up in mischief, giving off the impression that I obviously wasn’t going to be thrilled with his reason of being here. “Well, some little fucker from my gang gave away the location of our hideout on his run last night and now some guys are tracking us. It’s not safe in our house anymore so I decided that maybe you would like to help me out with a little favour. I need a place to lay low in until the drama dies off - mind if I get a little cozy here for a while?” He battered his eyelashes in a mocking manner.

Was he serious?! First it just rolls in without scheduling anything and now he wants to practically move his hole gang into my gang house?! By allowing him access, I’m putting my gang in danger, and I need all the liability I can get.

“McCann, your putting my gang in danger by asking this.” I stated, only earning an eye roll from the fucker.

“But my gang is in danger here, so I gotta do what I can to protect ‘em.”

Jason’s always been the one to show that he dosent really care about what happens, and that everything is about him and mainly him but deep down, he does care for the general safety of his gang, and I respected that.

“Your asking for a lot here, Jason.” I sighed.

His face softened, obviously beginning to get sick of being cocky around me, knowing well that he can open up with me, no matter what our past lead to.

“You don’t think I know that.” Disparity was written all over his face. “And you know that I wouldn’t want to do anything to put you in danger.”

Funny, he was the one holding a gun to my head the other day.

“But I really need a place to stay. And no matter what happened in our past, your the only one I trust enough to help me in a situation like this. Please y/n. Please.”

My eyes widened, the memories of that night flowing back into my head at his words. Jason McCann does not beg. He never does, but this is the second time I’ve had the pleasure of hearing his pleas, and probably the only person to ever hear it. But him begging only lead me to my regrets, the day I walked away after he stood, pleading for me to stay.

The last time i turned my back on his desperateness I was left with a broken heart and regrets of ever leaving, because now I had to watch him walk around with a side hoe, while I willow away in a corner begging for his attention. I just couldn’t bring myself to decline his pleads, not this time. Not after what happened the last.

My tough face fell, finally giving into his puppy eyes. “Alright… Alright fine. I want your gang in here by Monday latest. I don’t have enough rooms for everyone so your members are probably gonna have to share with some of mine or sleep on the couch.”

Jason smiled, more a smirk then anything as he showed a victorious expression, also followed with a hint of greatfulness, but I knew he wouldn’t admit that. His head was too big for himself to admit something such as greatfulness.

“That’s fine. It’ll only be for a few weeks anyways.”

I nodded solemnly, before the room around us fell silent. Just the both of us avoiding eye contact. This is what it was supposed to feel like between us, like every other ex couple. Awkward, heavy, tense. And I didn’t like it. Not one bit.

I wished it was like the old days. Happy, strong, lustful. Being able to turn each other on with an action as simple as running a hand through our hair.

But finally, Jason stood up, the tension slowly falling as he fell closer and closer to the door. “Alright, well. I better go get everything ready. See ya soon L/N.”

He sent a mocking wink in my direction before the door swung open, his figure disappearing through it as it slowly closed behind him.

I sighed. If only he knew what he could do to me. I could already tell i was more then likely going to regret this.

**

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❝ My knight in shining armour. ❞

Plot: Heechul and you are out on a date and on their way home there were some bad guy that hitting on you and Heechul protects you. 

Pairing: Heechul x Reader

Words count: 1,9k+

Genre: Drama and Comedy

For anon, I hope you like it ^^

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Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

‘We are going to dinner, Y/N, not a ball.’ Heechul sighed for the fifth time.

‘Being this pretty takes time Kim Heechul, some of us aren’t blessed with natural beauty as you.’ You teased him, pecking his lips and scampering away.

‘Yah! You get back here.’ He chased you through the house as you tried to run away from him.

At the moment, you were in nothing but a towel with some underwear under it. Heechul was fully aware of that, yet he still chased you like a mad man. He himself was already dressed, but he would sacrifice his perfectly styled hair to take revenge and see you naked as well. On your heels, he grabbed the towel and you spun out of it but continued running for your life. Looking at the towel he made a confused face.

‘You are a mad woman, Y/N!’ He yelled.

‘Yet you are dating me!’ You shouted from down the hall.

‘COME BACK HERE!’

And he was back on the chase. You had ended up back in your bedroom, thinking that this whole chase was over. Standing in front of the mirror, your lover came in like a tornado and gathered you in his arm and carried you to the bed. Within seconds, his pants were off a quickie was achieved. Catching your breath, you both realised you were going to be late for the reservations. Pushing him off the bed, you went to fix your hair and make up in the bathroom while he sorted himself out in the bedroom.

Picking your clothing, you both left the house as if everything was perfect. Arriving at the restaurant, it was beautiful with amazing food. The date was simply amazing because you got to spend time with him. He had been so busy over the few months that it felt good to be in each others company for longer then a few minutes. After a long battle to pay the bill, you won and he pouted as he sulked out the restaurant.

‘Did you have fun?’ Heechul asked you.

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Across the Divide


TITLE: Across The Divide

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Twenty-Seven

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki sneaking out of the palace as a youth to see the city and countryside, while out one day, he accidentally gets in trouble for something, but a young girl deals with the situation, allowing him to be left alone and his true identity be kept secret. She is a poor girl who is only in the city to sell goods with her father, so she does not realise it is Loki, even though she sees his face. They form a friendship as she shows him around the city, and tells him the date she comes to the city every month for a particular market.

RATING: Teen and Up


Life, as it so often does, conspired against Loki and Ariella. While Loki was contemplating how best to apologise to her, there had been an emergency that called him off realm. He had not even the time to talk to Ariella again and to try and make amends when he and Frigga had had to rush to Alfheim to deal with a matter there that caused need for all the greatest seidr wielders in the realms to be required, the matter was of such importance, Odin had given Loki Gungnir to assist. Leaving Ariella to be told what was going on by Odin, though she was slightly sceptical at first, but after a day or so, she had heard maids confirming it, as well as the lack of appearance by Frigga, confirming it more to her.

After a week she had begun to walk about her room somewhat and with good food and rest, she had recovered almost fully. It was then she set about the task that Odin had asked of her. She had thought about it at length while she recovered. Odin gave her permission to call upon anything she required, the results startled all involved, the materials were inexpensive and basic. There were comments made regarding it, scoffing and ridicule being most common, but Ariella never heard any of it, because she was too busy in her own world.

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SPILT COFFEE 06.

pairing : Kim Seokjin x Reader
themes : angst ; suspense ; office / boss!Seokjin AU
chapters available : here
status : on hold temporarily

Kim Seokjin hates spilt coffee; and he especially hates coffee spilt by you

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The week is turning out to be a miserable one. Every time you come into contact with Yoongi he completely dodges you, a look of ignorance plastered on to his face. He spends his lunch breaks with Chou Tzuyu while you crash back in your office, but you’re both not happy because he doesn’t particularly like Tzuyu’s company and you don’t like Yoongi’s absence.

Your week is spent either confined to the walls of your office or bouncing on your toes to the demands of your boss. It’s a hectic routine but you have no choice than to bear with it if you wanted to get more money in your pocket. Mary’s first birthday was approaching and it would be rather embarrassing if you were unable to get her a gift to mark the occasion.

“Get ready, we’re going out,” Seokjin informs you as he sips his morning coffee.

“In the rain?” You groan.

“Yes.” He simply answers.

“On a Friday?!”

“Yes.”

You give him an icy stare which he shrugs off. Rolling your eyes, you leave his office in order to get your jacket from your own. On the way back to your office you see Yoongi walking your way, his favourite mug in hand.

“Morning, Min Yoongi.” You smile warmly at him.

Yoongi blatantly ignores you, bringing his mug to his lips for a sip. He glances at you for a split second before turning ahead and walking away.

Feeling disheartened and low, you proceed to enter your messy office, last night’s take out strewn over your desk. As you tidy up your mess and shut your computer off, you receive a call from Namjoon.

“Hey, Joon,” you greet in a dull tone, pressing your phone between your ear and shoulder as you shove stray paperwork into folders.

“Hey, Princess, something the matter?” Your cousin asks with concern.

“Stop calling me Princess it’s old and so are we.”

“Okay, wow, uhm. Guess I called you at the wrong time?” He wonders aloud.

“Got that right.” You roll your eyes.

“Well anyways, now that I’ve called you there’s no going back.” He laughs. “I need you to do me a favour and fetch Mary from day care today, I’ll be running late.”

“I get off of work at like 6. Day care ends at 4, doesn’t it?” You ask with consideration, pulling your jacket on.

“Yeah, but make a plan would you? She’s a baby.” Namjoon speaks as if he’s dealing with a witch. Were you really coming off as that bitchy?

“Uh, you’re forgetting who my boss is. Let alone my baby niece, he probably wouldn’t even let me fetch my own child.” You try to make Namjoon understand your situation in case Seokjin did refuse to let you off early.

“Oh, that asshole…” Yeah, that asshole. you think to yourself. “Well, give it a try would you?”

“Yeah, sure!” You sigh.

“Love you, Y/N!”

“I’m Princess!”

/

“Where are we going?” You ask, watching raindrops descend down on to the window. The rain was coming down at a fast pace, flat roads already muddy despite it being the early hours of the morning.

“I hope you carried a pen and notepad.” Seokjin says as he makes a turn on to a bridge, several cars already in front.

“You didn’t answer my question,” you grit through your teeth, getting more agitated by the minute. Yoongi had thrown your whole week off course. You were snapping at everyone, especially Seokjin, and he was giving it back to you with equal force.

“I don’t need to,” he says, attempting to mimic your voice in a mocking manner. “Just shut up.” He goes back to his normal voice.

You angrily cross your arms over both your chest and seat belt, sharply turning to look out the window. During the time Seokjin and yourself exchanged a few words, the rain had begun to come down more heavily, rising at least a few centimetres above road level. The sky had been filled with dark clouds since you left home for office, but now it was accompanied by the rough sounds of thunder. Looking ahead you find a trail of traffic, Seokjin’s car entrapped in the middle of it all.

“Dear Lord…” You mutter under your breath. Last week you both were stuck in a room so small you were practically sitting on each others’ heads. Now you both were stuck in Seokjin’s stuffy car with nothing more than the sound of several droplets hitting the roof to break the silence between you both.

You reach over towards the radio, your index finger ready to hit the power button. However, before you can do so Seokjin grips your wrist harshly and throws it on to your lap.

“What even?” You ask in agitation, your choice of trendy colloquialism depicting your disinterest at being respectful. Yes you were having an attitude, but that was all Yoongi’s fault.

“Don’t touch anything in my car, okay?” Seokjin snaps, pressing his palm to the hooter and holding it there for several seconds, the sound creating a disturbance within the area. You press your own palms over your ears, unable to take the commotion.

“Seokjin, stop it!” You plead. “No one can control traffic.”

“But they can get a move on! Who the hell wants to be stuck here the whole bloody day?!” His ears are gone red and you’re uncertain on whether it would be beneficial for you to say anything more at this point.

He was so impatient!

“Let’s listen to some music.” You suggest, reaching over for the radio again.

“I said don’t touch anything!” Seokjin barks, gripping your hand with stronger force. You try to wriggle out of his hold but he’s obviously stronger than he looks.

Suddenly his phone rings and you’re grateful. He drops your hand onto your lap and answers the call.

“Yoori.” Your head snaps up as you hear him say her name.

The last you had seen her was the day of the important meeting when you walked in on her and Seokjin’s steamy session. You were unsure of how you felt about her. A small part of you loathed her, you couldn’t deny that. She was after all dating the boy you once considered your everything. However, a bigger part of you respected her and was grateful to her. She was there when Seokjin needed someone because he shut out everyone who cared for him. She brought him back to his feet. Along with hatred and respect you felt deep sympathy for her. Due to you, she was shifted to the downtown branch. It wasn’t as fancy and comfortable as back at Seokjin’s and the people could be a lot to handle at times. On top of that she had to deal with Seokjin’s new found temperament that shockingly didn’t even spare her.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll get some on the way home.” You’re unable to hear what she says, but judging by Seokjin’s choice of words she has either demanded he bring home some sliced bread or garlic rolls. That’s generally what girlfriends of rich businessmen ask for, right?

Seokjin cuts the call without a goodbye and proceeds to press his palm on the steering wheel, his hooter screeching louder than he does when he’s angry.

“Cut it out!” You plead.

“This is all your fault!”

“How?!” You ask in exasperation.

“If you didn’t take so long to get ready we wouldn’t be stuck here.” Seokjin says with hardly an interest, tapping on his phone.

You choose to save your breath, instead rolling your eyes at his ridiculousness. It’s silent for a while, the car moving a few inches every few minutes.

“So how’s Yoori?” You ask out of the blue, genuinely wanting to know.

Lightening strikes out of the blue as well and you jump, gripping Seokjin’s hand. One fear you could never overcome was that of unexpected noises, thunder and lightening sitting on the top of the list. It frightened you so much that you hit your head on the soft covering of the roof, clenching your fist around your boss’s fingers.

He looks at you with a plain expression, most likely trying to conceal his concern, and pulls his hand out of your grip.

“Why should you know?” He asks in return, turning to stare at his phone.

You take a moment to recover from your episode, formulating a decent and smart answer to his question.

“Because before being your girlfriend she used to be a friend of mine. When she worked downstairs for that make up company.”

“Ah. Cool.”

Yeah, a smart answer indeed.

At this point you feel like crying. Why did everyone have to treat you like shit all the time?

“Seokjin I know you hate me, but I’m being genuine. I truly want to know. Not because I’m jealous or annoyed at her, but rather because she’s supporting you in an amazing way and she deserves your love.“

You truly mean everything, ignoring the stinging feeling in your chest.

Seokjin laughs, pocketing his phone.

“Really? Since when were you so nice? You’re so deceptive I have to blink twice before saying anything to you. You really don’t have any animosity towards Yoori?” He asks with interest. “I love your acting skills. You’re trying to come off as this unfortunate ex friend who wishes me nothing but the best. But guess what, Y/N, I’m not fucking buying it.”

Your throat is caught in a knot and you blink several times in order to control the stinging sensation within your eyes.

This was reminding you of last week when Yoongi told you he never wanted to talk to you again. The same pain was resurfacing but just with a different face. It made you question who you were as a person and whether or not you were being true to yourself. Were you really a two faced user who was self absorbed? The boy you loved and your closest friend thought just that, so could they possibly have been right? Were you really just a horrible person?

The traffic soon dissolves and Seokjin is driving at a normal pace. He then decides to make a u-turn, probably heading back to office because he had had enough of you.

“We’ll visit Jungkook’s factory tomorrow.”

So that’s where you two were going. He was taking you to inspect each and every minute detail about what went on in that factory. Seokjin was such a bastard. Why couldn’t he just let it go? Why was he purposely trying to cause shit for Jungkook?

“I’m not going with you tomorrow.”

“Excuse me?” He slams the breaks, a stream of hoots erupting behind the vehicle.

“You heard me, I’m not going with you tomorrow. You can fire me, insult me, whatever the hell you want, but I will not contribute to whatever shit you want to pull on Jungkook. He’s my friend.”

“Yeah, sure,” Seokjin says as he starts up the car. “Two snakes are bound to be friends.”

“Jungkook is not a snake.” Seokjin ignores your statement.

“Jin, Jungkook never wanted to go through with it. I pushed him, I encouraged him to let her go. It was all me, please stop blaming Jungkook.” You add, trying to get him to change his mind.

“I don’t want to talk about this, Y/N. If you say anything more about it I will not hesitate to throw you out into the rain.” He says calmly.

You don’t say anything more.

The drive is a quick one, considering he speeds through the flooded roads, not bothering about the amount of muddy water he splashes on to the pedestrians standing on the pavements. When you both reach the building’s lobby, he unlocks the car doors, ushering you to get out as he does so himself.

You’re about to walk off into the building when he stops you with his words.

“His mistake was that he allowed you to influence him. And that’s enough reason for me to hate him.”

/

“Just clarifying, I’m not going with you tomorrow.” You’re both sitting in his office with you highlighting important points from a document he had put together.

“Then you’re fired.”

“Fine by me.”

No, it wasn’t fine by you. You needed this job more than anything. But you were ready to risk it as long as you weren’t being unfair on to Jungkook.

“So brave,” Seokjin remarks, raising an eyebrow. “When did you grow balls?”

“The very second I realized you had none,” you mutter under your breath.

“Pardon me?” Seokjin snaps his head forward.

“Nothing,” you squeak, returning to highlighting the documents. It was futile, literally every sentence was highlighted. Seokjin was dizzy.

As you drag the yellow pen across the documents your mind drifts off to Yoongi. You hated him as much as you cared for him. While he was the world’s second hugest dick (Seokjin securing first place), he was also the first person to genuinely care for you in a long time. The fact that he thought your friendship was fake left the most bitter taste on your tongue.

Could he not see how happy you were whenever you were with him? Could he not see how well you were getting along with Hoseok and Taehyung? Couldn’t he notice how well you were juggling two jobs with his encouragement? Although he failed to realize all this, he surely saw Seokjin sleeping on your lap and assumed the worst. Yoongi, the greatest idiot in the world.

“Y/N?” Seokjin pulls you out of your thoughts.

“Mhm, oh, yes?” You answer.

“I said you’re coming with me tomorrow whether you like it or not.”

You wriggle your nose in displeasure, not anticipating what could possibly go down in the factory tomorrow. You had to tell Jungkook about what Seokjin was doing. But if Seokjin found out you spilled the beans to Jungkook, he’d fire you and make a garland with your organs. A morbid assumption, but anything was possible with Kim Seokjin.

Someone then decides to knock on Seokjin’s door, gaining his approval to enter. You turn your head to see Yoongi walk in, a smile instantly paving its way on to your face. He looks down at you briefly with no expression before turning towards Seokjin who analyses the tension undoubtedly there between the two of you, an amused look plastered to his face.

“Yoongi! Please take a seat.” He says with a certain carefree tone in his voice, one that wasn’t there two minutes ago. You glance at him suspiciously, his behaviour not settling too well with you.

“Tzuyu told me that you want me to come with you to the factory?” Yoongi asks, hesitantly sitting down next to you.

Yoongi was coming along too? How great! Now you’d have to deal with two assholes.

“Yes, I did tell her to inform you.” Seokjin nods his head. “It was a last minute idea to get you to come along. To see how risk prone the environment there is.”

“Excuse me?” You butt in. “Risk prone? Can I say that any environment is prone to risk, even your own office.”

You’re glaring at Seokjin, both disgusted and upset.

“Your opinion was not asked for, Miss Y/L/N.” Seokjin rolls his eyes at you, turning to Yoongi who happens to be frowning at the floor. “So yes, Mr Min, you shall be joining Miss Y/L/N and myself on our little excursion tomorrow.”

“She’s coming as well?” Yoongi gestures to you, a look of displeasure visible.

“Bingo” is the word that rings in Seokjin’s head, considering he finally had some sort of idea of what was going on between you and Min Yoongi. During the past few months you had been here, he noticed how considerably close you had gotten to Yoongi. In fact, you two were getting along like bread on butter since your first day. To see Yoongi uncomfortable with your presence for the past week meant only one thing; Y/N screwed up. As usual.

But what is it that you could have possibly done? Seokjin rakes through his mind, trying to assume what the issue was. He glances at you, who is looking dejected and then at Yoongi, who’s looking everywhere but at you.

“Yes…” Seokjin says with hesitance, “Y/N is my personal assistant, of course she’ll be there.”

Yoongi was closely resembling a bull dog at this point. Cute, you snort to yourself.

“Are you even allowed to do this surprise moderation? With who’s permission are you getting this done?” You question Seokjin, trying your best to make sure this trip doesn’t happen, for both Jungkook’s sake and your own. Inclement weather would most likely not help you two days in a row.

“Yeah,” Yoongi asks. “What is this about? Do I really have to go?”

“This is about making life difficult for Jungkook because Seokjin doesn’t like him, and Seokjin thinks he’s the boss of the world so he does whatever his fat ass wants to.”

“Shut up, Y/N!”

“Who’s Jungkook?”

There’s an awkward silence, Yoongi looking exhausted as Seokjin sends daggers your way.

“It’s Jeon. Mr Jeon from the factory,” you whisper to Yoongi who nods his head in realisation.

Seokjin looks at the exchange between the two of you, confused as to whether Yoongi was actually warming up to you.

Just what exactly had you done to piss off Yoongi? Seokjin was determined to find out. He clears his head, focusing on the painting situated behind both you and Yoongi.

Which day had Yoongi begun to behave faulty with you? Seokjin wonders to himself.

He remembers walking past the canteen at the beginning of the week, you trying to converse with Yoongi who ignored your efforts and instead plopped down next to Tzuyu and a few other colleagues. Looking rather defeated, you had walked off into your office, not stepping out until the end of the day.

When was this?! Seokjin mentally hits his head in frustration, trying to recall the transactions of that day. In his determination to remember he stares at the painting with more concentration, analysing the finer details around the border.

And that’s when it clicks.

Him pulling your feet and you jumping on his head. You falling asleep on his chest and him waking up on your lap. It was Yoongi who had got the both of you out.

Yoongi thought something had happened between you and Seokjin. Oh? Seokjin smirks, his palms growing sweaty due to excitement.

“Sir?” You wave your hand in front of Seokjin’s face, snapping your fingers as you do so.

Seokjin had been glaring at the painting of the beautiful demon behind your head for several minutes, smiling in a quite disturbing manner. It even freaked Yoongi out to an extent.

“Huh?” Seokjin blinks.

“What time do we leave?” Yoongi asks, seeming less uncomfortable and more unamused.

Seokjin blinks again, looking at you before turning to Yoongi.

“I changed my mind. You don’t need to come.”

“Excuse me, what?” Yoongi looks at Seokjin in disbelief, unable to figure out what was going on in his head.

You on the other hand sat quietly with your eyebrows furrowed, glad Yoongi was excluded but curious to know the reasoning as to why.

“I’ll have a word with risk management at the factory, you already have your work cut out as it is,” Seokjin explains, loosening his tie. Yoongi nods his head in understanding, but then Seokjin turns to you, a smile etched on his face.

“Besides, I’d like to take this as an opportunity to catch up with Y/N. We are after all old friends.”

What the actual fuck? You stare at Seokjin with your mouth agape, hands trembling.

“In fact, Y/N,” Seokjin clicks his fingers at you with enthusiasm, “I think it would be a great idea for us to get some lunch together afterwards. We haven’t done that in a while.”

He’s staring at you with a look of expectancy, head tilted to the side innocently. You’re stuck in your seat, unable to move the slightest bit. An imaginery piece of duct tape has sealed your mouth, not even a sound escaping you.

What was he doing? More importantly, why was he doing this? This would only lead to Yoongi further misunderstanding you, adding to his anger.

You turn to see him seated next to you with a look of murder plastered to his face as he looks at the floor. You could feel Seokjin’s sadistic gaze fixed on to you but you were more focused on Yoongi.

“Yoongi I-” he stands up abruptly, eyes never leaving Seokjin. Seokjin turns over to look at him, nothing but pure pleasure radiating off of him. Yoongi flares his nose, refusing to make eye contact with you.

“Yoongi,” you try again, but this seems to further aggravate him so you decide to remain silent.

He kicks his chair to the side with the slightest of force, containing his anger as much as he could considering Seokjin was his boss. He finally turns to you, a look of defeat reflected in his eyes.

You say nothing, mostly because you’re unsure of what to exactly say. When you further remain silent, eyes glued to your lap, Yoongi takes a step back, realizing this was his cue to leave.

Seokjin clears his throat, causing Yoongi to storm out of the room without turning back, your gaze glued to the lining of your skirt.

You look at Seokjin, tears threatening to spill after what he had done.

“Why-Why would you do that?” You ask in pain. “I’ve never retaliated in an inappropriate no matter what you demanded of me, so why would you hurt Yoongi like that? How can you be so cruel?”

You can’t hold the tears back, your feet ready to carry you out of the office to look for Yoongi, but Seokjin stops you with his words.

“It’s so simple, Y/N. I hate you.” The man answers calmly. “If annoying Yoongi causes you pain, I’ll do it every single day.”

Guys My Age (Pt. 1)

Originally posted by colinfarrellsource

(Pt. 1| Pt. 2 | Pt. 3)

Author’s Note: Surprise, surpise! Look who just wrote a fic (which will be there a surprise). This is for you all, thirsty Colin Farrell/ Percival Graves fans (or Vengeful Bitches). This fic is inspired by Hey Violet’s Guys My Age. Ofc, it isn’t 100% like the lyrics of the song but it has a similar theme. It’s divided into three parts. This is my first FBAWTFT fic so hope you enjoy it and sorry if it’s not good enough, if it has mistakes and if it’s OOC. Feedbacks are welcome!

It’s already EDITED.

Rated: M

Word Count:

Tagging: @magiccassian @sportivetricks @seasons-gredence @elvishflower @perfect-poisons @fifty-shades-of-graves @percysgraves @loveforcolin @colinnfarrell @fantastic-beasts-smut @thegaypumpingthroughyourveins @finnyisbored @cathybarry @spnforevergirl @witchboysclub @raumschiffe @bagginses (I’m completely sorry if there are Colin/Graves’ fans whom I forgot to tag!)


You just newly broke up with your boyfriend, James, who had been frustrating you over months for his unmanly personality who could barely stand up for himself and was basically the hugest asshole you had ever dated your whole life.

You had been dating for months. Before, you were friends with him until he confessed his fondness of you, which you couldn’t refuse due to the fear of losing a connection to him. You knew it wouldn’t last but you went along with it until you realized how far he was from the ideal type of man of yours, which left you dissatisfied with your condition.

He was your age, immature and could barely be considered as a man. You were willing him to give more time and chance to him until a trigger was pulled. It was the moment when you decided it was the last straw.

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[TRANS] HARU*HANA Magazine Interview with MAMAMOO

Q: How do you feel about promoting in Japan for the first time?

Whee In: We all like Japan, and we have traveled here privately before. However, since we do not have much opportunities to meet fans like this, I am very happy.

Hwasa: Although it is slightly different from rookie days, it feels like going back to the beginning.

Moonbyul: There are many fans that I have seen for the first time, and there are also fans who cried when they saw us. I hope there can be more chances for us to meet fans like this.

Solar: Because I’ve liked Japanese anime since I was little, I familiarized myself with the Japanese culture very quick. Although I am nervous, I am very happy to be able to promote in Japan like this.

Q: What motivated you guys to become singers?

Whee In: I became naturally invested in music due to my mother who works with art. I really like singing and dancing, so I started practicing hard since middle school.

Hwasa: We all got put together through passing auditions. Whee In and I were in the same class in middle school, and carried the same dream ever since we were at our hometown. One time, we told our parents we were going to Seoul for auditions together. But actually, we lied as we went there to play. (laughs)

Q: If we talk about MAMAMOO, we must mention your adlibs during performances on stage. The SBS Gayo Daejeon performance was really great!


Moonbyul: That was Solar’s and my idea. Although I wasn’t able to show the best during the broadcast, Whee In’s part is worth to watch.

Solar: Because I look like Sechskies’ Kang Sung Hoon, Whee In pointed at me while saying “Our team has a Kang Sung Hoon too”. (laughs)

Moonbyul: As for me, I referenced BTS’ “DOPE” in my rap. I am good friends with Jin, so I messaged him a few days before the show. After the performance ended, Jin told me gratefully, “With such a grand line-up, I am very happy that you referenced us.”

Hwasa: Our strength is to utilize adlibs to perform freely on stage. Even with the same song, we will deliver a different performance each time. I am glad that people are able to enjoy our performance every time, not only once, twice or thrice, with new set of expectations.

Q&A Session

Q: Other than rap and vocal, what are the other members’ role?

Whee In: I am the secretary. For example, if we have to leave a message under the name of MAMAMOO as a team, I am always the representative to write it.

Hwasa: Whee In is in charge of aegyo (cuteness). There is a sense of cuteness in her that makes people want to take care of her.

Whee In: Yes, that’s it. (laughs) Hwasa is the “guide-to-good-food”. Every time we go eat, Hwasa is the one who looks up delicious restaurants.

Hwasa: I am the type of person who cannot tolerate hunger. (laughs) Rather than knowing where to eat, I am just good at quickly searching for good food around.

Solar: Moonbyul is the one who is first at anything. She is always the first to do makeup and hair styling. She is a stable person. Even when she has to wake up early or is tired, she is always first to get up, and then she rests after getting her makeup done.

Moonbyul: Solar is the organizer. It isn’t the type of organizing where you tidy your room, but she “organizes” in order for MAMAMOO’s schedules to be carried out smoothly. She is good at leading the members.

Q: MAMAMOO is very popular among females. What do you think is the secret to this?

Hwasa: Why is it so? Maybe because we give people a friendly image. We have many songs that directly reflect female’s perspectives, and that probably created some sort of sympathy.

Solar: I think so too. Majority of our songs reveal the emotions of females that cannot be expressed usually. Especially through Moonbyul’s rap, the emotions are expressed more directly, which touches female’s hearts. Also, when Moonbyul raps with strength and energy, rather than guys, girls make these “Ah~~~~~” screaming sounds. (laughs)

Moonbyul: As females, we also want to hear others call us cute, but we really don’t know how to dress ourselves. (laughs) But then our fans tell us that they like it the way we are.


(Reporter: Are there any other compliments on you guys?)

Whee In: “Very handsome.” (laughs)

Q: Is there anything you are interested about the Japanese culture?

Whee In: Fashion and food. There are many good Ramen restaurants that I often visit at Itaewon in Korea, so I have wanted to try Japanese Ramen for a long time already. I am looking forward to it.

Solar: I really like dramas and anime. We really love “Spirited Away”. I also liked “Gokusen” before, and watched the entire series.

Moonbyul: For a period of time, I was really interested in the hot spring [at Yufuin Floral Village]. Because Solar visited there before and it seemed fun, I went afterwards. Just a few days ago, Hwasa went as well. (laughs)

Hwasa: I actually just went there two days ago. (laughs) I had so much wagyu beef~ If I go overseas, the food never really fits my taste. However, Japan is the only place with food that fits my taste, so I really like Japanese cuisine! Also, lately I have been enjoying Junji Ito’s horror manga. Honestly I used to not favor horror things, but after reading reviews of it I decided to read it and I was shocked. So I went and bought the entire series.

Whee In: I was most shocked by the fact that you bought the entire series to read. (laughs)

Q: What is your ideal type like? What kind of person will you become when you are in love?

Whee In: I like people who are romantic and sentimental. If there is someone I like, I will only look at that person. (laughs)

Hwasa: I am the type who is dedicated too. No tactics, but just expressing everything in my head. When I was little, I longed for a romantic love, and I liked men who carry a slight aura of danger. But now I prefer someone who is bright and humorous.

Solar: Me too! Someone like Yoo Jae Suk sunbaenim and Jung Hyung Don sunbaenim.

(Reporter: What about Eric Nam, whom you partnered with on “We Got Married”?)

Solar: His personality is really good and he is very gentle. He has good manners and is a very nice person. But because he is a heartthrob, if I had to date him for real, I don’t think I could tolerate it. (laughs)

Moonbyul: I like someone who is fresh and polite, a very honest boy. It will take me a long time to fall in love, but once I do, I will only think about that person.

Session where they have to introduce each other

Hwasa, according to Whee In: She surprisingly looks like a kid in private. For example, she is easy to be cheated. She looks like she knows everything, but turns out she does not know anything. For a Hwasa like this, I discover new things every time.

Whee In, according to Hwasa: When I get to rest, I enjoy going out and travel or something. But in Whee In’s case, she is at home playing with her cat and resting. We have areas in common but also not in common, that’s why we are this compatible. We’ve known each other for almost 10 years already~

Solar, according to Moonbyul: She is like a vitamin, with a healing kind of presence. She gently gets along with me like a friend, and understands me the most. Without Solar unnie, I don’t think I will be able to come this far.

Moonbyul, according to Solar: She is a very dependable kid. The group’s driving force. I am the youngest at home, so in the beginning, it was very difficult to take on the role as a leader. But with Moonbyul’s support, I was able to do well. She is a buddy that I can share everything with.

Knowledge as a MooMoo

#KimDoHoonCEO

(Tell us something about you and Kim Do Hoon CEO)

Moonbyul: Kim Do Hoon CEO is like a father who gave us each our individualistic colours. When we go off track, our CEO brings us back to the right track.

Whee In: During trainee days, our CEO often allowed us to sing demos as a way of practice.

Hwasa: I would practice until dawn during trainee days. Our CEO would stay up and compose until very late too, so we would listen to songs together at night. I really like old hit songs, so our CEO would recommend me many good songs.

#MooBoong


(Your lighstick is a radish! What led to this?)

Whee In: It is because there is Moo in MAMAMOO, which means radish in Korean. When we still haven’t had the official lightstick yet, our company gave fans each a radish doll to cheer. Since that, fans even brought real radishes. (laughs)

Hwasa: Our fans designed that lightstick!

Solar: It’s called “Design By MooMoo”. There were many occasions when we used our fans’ designs. We also performed on stage with outfits that our fans designed.

Moonbyul: And the baseball cap. (laughs)

#MOOMOO


(What leaves you the greatest impression when interacting with MooMoos?)

Solar: Our fans are very fun. I am very happy that we get along well. During ISAC, they even wore radish masks. Although they looked like ghosts from afar. (laughs) Among the fandoms of other Korean groups, MooMoos are pretty popular!

Moonbyul: I am happiest when I hear compliments from other singers saying “MAMAMOO’s fans follow the rules really well”. With MooMoos’ presence, I feel more reliable. A feeling that makes me feel that I can do anything. I am always thankful.


Trans by tgc.
Chinese Trans cr. Guarding Star (Weibo)

anonymous asked:

Supercorp Prompt What happens when, after a few weeks of Kara working for Lena, Kara walks in on Lena with her ex at her office. What methods will Lena use to convince Kara to talk to her again so she can explain? Will they tell each other how they feel? How far is Lena willing to go to show Kara & make her understand just how much she really means to her (& vice versa)?

When Lena heard that Kara had been fired from CatCo she felt terrible; after all, she was the one who had convinced Kara to publish her story online.

As fate would have it, an opportunity to help came up the following week; Jess wanted to take some vacation days as she had the bar exams coming up. Lena convinced Jess to take off the next few months, paid of course, to really focus on her exams, and assured her that she would find a temporary replacement, and that yes she would fully vet them for any links to Cadmus, as Jess had opened her mouth to protest.

That evening over dinner, Lena mentioned to Kara that Jess was taking some time off. Kara paused for a moment and pursed her lips. ‘You know I could cover for Jess?’ Kara questioned, ‘I was Cat Grant’s assistant, plus I’m kinda looking for a job…’

Lena had mulled it over, there was no question that Kara was more than qualified, plus she had encouraged her in the endeavour that got her fired… the problem was the unspoken nature of their relationship; the stolen glances, the flirtatious banter. If she was being truly honest, Lena wasn’t quite sure if they were friends out to dinner, or something more…

In the end Lena agreed to a trial period but was slightly worried about what adding a professional aspect to their relationship would mean.

Kara was a natural and had settled into her role with relative ease; Lena’s schedule ran in a very similar manner to Cat’s had. Nothing flustered her, nothing that is, until a red head wearing a very expensive Prada suit breezed towards Lena’s office.

‘Excuse me!’ Kara called out, ‘do you have an appointment with Ms. Luthor?’

‘I don’t need an appointment darling’ the woman replied, the British accent dripping from her lips, ‘Lena always has time for me.’

Without another word, the woman pushed the door to Lena’s office open. Kara was up from behind her desk as fast as she could while still appearing human.

‘Kara, where was the place you wanted to try for lunch?’ Lena said upon hearing the door open, not looking up from her computer.

‘Is Kara your girlfriend or secretary?’ the intruder quizzed.

Lena looked up and her eyes widened in shock as she saw who was in her office. She purposefully left the question unanswered; both..?

‘Zoe?!’ Lena gasped in surprise and stood, smoothing down the front of her skirt, ‘you look amazing!’

‘Not too bad yourself Luthor’ Zoe replied, raking her eyes slowly over Lena’s body as she walked towards her.

Lena spotted Kara hovering in the doorway and felt a twinge of guilt. ‘Kara, this is Zoe Simmons’ Lena introduced, ‘CEO of -’

‘Simmons Industries’ Kara interrupted, ‘I knew I recognised you…’

‘We knew each other back in Metropolis’ Lena explained, unsure of how much she wanted to divulge to Kara.

‘Oh, don’t play us down darling; you were my first love!’ Zoe chuckled, ‘we dated for three years before Lena made the move to National City to run L. Corp.’

Lena smiled and watched Kara’s reaction; she saw the slight widening of her eyes in surprise combined with a flash of what Lena could swear was jealously.

‘I’ll… er… leave you to it then’ Kara coughed out while backing out through the doorway. She sat back down behind her desk and sighed heavily; slightly unsure of what to do with the new information that Lena had had a romantic relationship with a woman. She had been harbouring a rather large crush on the youngest Luthor for a while, but just assumed nothing would ever come of it. She had been content to develop a close friendship with Lena, no matter how much she craved more.The news that Lena was open to dating women changed everything…

Kara decided to busy herself with sorting the documents needed for the press conference that weekend to distract herself from the fact that Lena was in her office with her rather attractive ex…

She suddenly swore under her breath as she realised the bulk of the information she needed was sitting on Lena’s desk from when she had given it to her the day before. She walked back towards Lena’s office and hesitate for a moment before knocking and quickly entering.

‘Ms. Luthor, I need the documents I gave- shit!’

Of everything she had expected to walk into, she had not expected to see her new boss, her friend, the woman she was really trying not to fall in love with, kissing the woman she had recently discovered was her ex.

‘I’m so sorry!’ Kara flustered and swiftly left the office, the image of the two women kissing, fingers caressing cheeks, firmly etched in her mind.

A few seconds later Zoe sauntered out of Lena’s office, wiping a smudge of brighter lipstick than the one she went in wearing off the corner of her mouth. She nodded and smiled in Kara’s direction before getting in the elevator.

Lena slinked out of her office a few moments later, coat over her arm, looking slightly embarrassed. ‘Did you still want to go for lunch?’ she questioned softly.

‘I have too much work Ms. Luthor’ Kara mumbled, unable to meet Lena’s gaze, ‘I’ll have something later.

‘Kara…’ Lena started, ‘I…’

‘It’s OK Ms. Luthor, I should have waited for you to call me in, rather than just barging in’ Kara breathed out slowly as she reached for one of her highlighters.

Lena sighed, her incredible IQ unable to put into words how much Kara meant to her, so left in search of food. A little while later, the bundle of documents finally finished and neatly piled on Lena’s desk, Kara decided to walk to Noonan’s for some lunch.


Lena returned from lunch to find Kara’s desk empty and her stomach churned; she had been hoping to talk to Kara, to explain herself. Seeing Zoe again, the easy manner in which they joked with each other had brought back a lot of memories. They had parted on good terms, both of them wanting to focus on running their families’ businesses, but a rush of excitement had led to a lapse in judgement.

She placed the paper bag with the sticky bun in on Kara’s desk and went back to her own to continue working, smiling sadly at the neatly arranged paperwork Kara had placed there.

Kara returned to her desk and stared at the sticky bun, unsure of what it meant. Was it an apology bun for being caught kissing her ex? Did Lena feel bad? Why would she feel bad? Was it because she had feelings for someone else? Kara shook her head to bring herself out of the spiral of thoughts she was having.

‘Kara, can you come in here please’ the intercom buzzed.

Kara took a deep breath before rising from her chair. She reached the door and found herself hesitating again, unsure of whether she should knock or not. In the end she just pushed the door open and walked in to find Lena staring out of the window.

‘Yes Ms. Luthor?’ Kara said, trying to keep her voice even.

Lena whipped round upon hearing Kara’s voice, a smile on her lips. ‘Kara, I wanted to explain about earlier -’

‘There’s nothing to explain Ms. Luthor’ Kara interrupted, ‘you were reconnecting with an old flame, it has absolutely nothing to do with me.’

‘It has everything to do with you…’ Lena exhaled.

Kara met Lena’s eyes for the first time and the CEO cringed at the hurt she saw in them.

‘Please, let me explain -’

‘There’s nothing to explain. Let me know if you would like me to make any dinner reservations for the two of you’ Kara turned to leave the office but stopped as she heard Lena’s voice break as she called after her.

‘Ka-ra, please. I slipped; I kissed her because I was too scared of my feelings…’ Lena faltered, ‘I… She’s safe, she always was. Zoe is my what if… what if I had stayed in Metropolis? What if we hadn’t both bowed to the pressure of our families?’ Lena paused and decided she had to lay out all her feelings, ‘it wasn’t her lips I wanted to kiss…’

‘Who do you want to kiss?’ Kara asked quietly, almost too scared to hear the answer, scared because what if the answer wasn’t the one she wanted to hear?

Lena stepped towards Kara, ‘I think you already know who…’

Kara unconsciously moved towards Lena, her breathing heavier at the implication of Lena’s admission.

Lena had the slight height advantage on Kara due to the heels she was wearing and bowed her head forwards until it rested against Kara’s. ‘Tell me I’ve imagined this, tell me that this isn’t real’ she whispered.

‘I can’t…’ Kara uttered.

Lena bit her lip.

‘Can I kiss you?’ Kara requested.

‘Please…’

coalescence {nessian au}

Coalescence is defined as the process of joining to form something or to bond, or the union of two things in one completely new and unique in which the original parts are still recognizable. It’s also the term used to describe the union of two galaxies.

Tags: Nessian College AU. A lot of feels.  A lot of bickering.  A lot of teasing. Song based. Sisters bonding. Attempted Sexual Assault. Rated mature due violence and sexual content.

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Always thankful to @rowaelinislife​ for correcting my english mistakes. 

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II.

She leaned in her seat, pen held in her right hand, waiting to slide over the paper as she followed the teacher’s words. This was the best and the worst class she was assigned so far, it was interesting but complex and challenging. At least she had a good study partner.

Thomas moved in his chair, closer to see Nesta’s notes. His dark hair caught the light, as it always had done, and she didn’t shift her focus while he wrote in his own book of notes.

They had met last semester in their criminal law class and, different from many of the guys that had their eyes on her, he didn’t scare easy. It took two group studies and a ride home to get her talking with him about something else other than law, more three rides until she invited him to her apartment, one more to get Thomas inside her bedroom.

Easily, they fell into an uncomplicated rhythm, agreeing that no one was interested in dating, that they had much work to do and college was commitment enough. The truth was that Nesta didn’t love Thomas, she enjoyed spending some time with him, the sex was good, he was smart enough to keep her entertained afterwards and they could share opinions and notes about their classes. And, of course, they could see other people.

Nesta bit her lip, her mind drifting for a moment from the new topic in criminal law - part 2 out 3. Did Thomas know about her statement last week? They certainly didn’t text and with the last month spent doing semestral exams they had barely seen each other, except for studying.

The exams were over and if he thought that they would be back in their old routine…

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shadowdarkside  asked:

Hi ^^ i have a usuk request where arthur and alfred are boyfriends but for some reason alfred never go to arthur home, and that reason is because arthur dont want for his 3 protective older brothers, but his mother find arthur has a boyfriend and tell everybody, and she wants that arthur invite to him for a dinner family for to meet him (the rest i leave to you :D ) sorry for my bad english

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Fandom: Hetalia

Pairing: USUK

Rating: Teen (language)

Summary:  “Shit. Fuck. I’m so dead. There goes my relationship.” Arthur thinks to himself. His relationship is about to go through the hardest trial ever: a family dinner with the Kirkland brothers. 

((I had a lot of fun writing this ^^ Thank you for requesting it!!! I hope this is what you were imagining!! Sorry it took a long time!!))

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Stuck With Each Other - an Olicity AU

Rating: T

Words: 4421

Prompt: It’s late, everything in the airport is closed, and our flight just got cancelled. I have never met you before but I guess we’re stuck together until the next flight. (thanks to @otpisms for the prompt!) 


Notes: Another title, another song lyric. Does anyone else still jam out to the song Stuck With Each Other by Shontelle whilst thinking about Olicity? Just me? Okay.

It felt right to title this fic after that song because they kind of literally are stuck with each other.This was the original fic I started for Camp NaNoWriMo but 5k words in I started to struggle. I’ve actually started the next (and final) chapter so hopefully it won’t be too long before I finish and post it! I was hoping posting the first part would motivate me to finish it… so yeah. I hope you like this! 

Thanks to @bokayjunkie here for always letting me muse and for reading through this and encouraging me to keep writing even when I feel like everything I write just sucks. I super appreciate it <3

This is un-beta’d so all mistakes are mine. I’m always looking for a beta if anyone wants to volunteer though! I would really appreciate the help more than I can express. Feel free to send me a message on here or on Twitter if you’re interested :)


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“Was that your boyfriend?”

Felicity looked up, startled. Was this guy speaking to her?

“Excuse me?”

She took a stab in the dark and guessed that yes, he was speaking to her. Given that he was now smiling at her.

“On the phone. Was that your boyfriend?”

Felicity frowned. Why was he asking her that? Why were guys so hell bent on asking girls about their boyfriends before even asking them about themselves?

“No, my girlfriend actually. I date girls,” she grinned, enjoying the shocked expression that he tried to conceal by nodding his head and looking away quickly. “I’m kidding. Not that there’s anything wrong with dating girls, I just… don’t bend that way. And anyway, regardless of who I am or am not dating, don’t you know it’s rude to eavesdrop on someone’s conversation, a complete stranger’s can I just add, and then ask them who they were talking to? Don’t you have manners?”

This time he looked apologetic. A little uncomfortable too, but mostly just sorry. For himself probably, for ending up stuck talking to a babble-mouth like her. Then again, he started the conversation. Somewhat rudely she might add. So on his head be it. It’s not like there was anyone else who looked even remotely interesting to talk to anyway. And besides, he was cute. A tired and bedraggled kind of cute, like he hadn’t slept for more than a few hours last night, but cute all the same. So she’d put aside his rudeness of eavesdropping on her conversation as long as she could keep looking at him. He definitely reminded her of someone but she couldn’t remember who. Probably some model on the front of a magazine somewhere. He had the jawline for it. And the eyes. And the perfectly groomed facial hair. And definitely the shoulders. And probably also the - anyway, where was she? Right, insulting a cute, model-like stranger.

“I’m sorry. I get a little… chatty when I’m stressed.” Felicity offered, smiling apologetically at him.

“And insulting?” He grinned.

She could tell he was joking but she still felt bad. Damn this cute, model-like stranger for making her feel bad when he was the one who had been rude in the first place.

“Sorry about that. It comes with the chattiness. I’m honestly not a mean person by nature, it’s just… anxiety,” She blushed, shaking her head, effectively dismissing herself automatically before she went into over sharing mode and ran her fingers through her hair.

Phew, why had it suddenly got so hot in here?!

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