future place of work

anyone else kinda terrified you’ll never be able to hold a job in the future because of your mental illness

LENA ‘A FORCE FOR GOOD’ LUTHOR is literally out there leaving behind such a righteous legacy that she’s even making the world a better place 400 YEARS IN THE FUTURE. She has worked so hard, fought against so many and continues to do so and my baby is out there succeeding, leaving a impression on the world instead of a scar and I am emotional!!

I don’t want to hear jack shit!! About Lena being evil! You can pry that GOOD PURE PRECIOUS LUTHOR out of my cold dead hands and you still wouldn’t get her!

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dcorberaphoto After hiking through two 14ers and about 13 miles on the first day of the trek, the view was so worth it. Somethings are worth the wait to be greatly appreciated leaving you speechless. Nothing like camping on the Huayhuash Circuit. Currently checked out and in this place as I go to “work” 😂Dead future coworkers, if you see me daydreaming or not presently at work even though I’m there, I suffer from coming back to reality syndrome. Don’t be alarmed. I’d rather be elsewhere than on a plane.

Shapeshifting Klance AU

Sometimes I get weird thoughts, and this is one of them.

Background: Shapeshifters are out in the open, often being treated as important cultural leaders back in the ancient times, but by advancements in science and genealogy proved that they were just a different a different species, so they just became more like regular people and not gods. Although, that shift in dynamic, shapeshifters are still very high up in society.

  • Keith had managed to push another pair of foster parents up the wall and soon was shipped to another foster home. So, when he was notified that he was moving once again, this was not what he was expecting.
  • His social worker drove to this massive house-mansion, is more like it. It had three stories and what would be best described as a tower with floor to ceiling windows that towered over the house an extra story, accented with blue and white, which was fitting to the ocean breeze hitting him. Keith and his social worker walked to the big brown double doors and knocked.
  • A man with long curly hair which was tied back into a braid, wearing a loose pair of shorts, a white guayabera and sandals answered the door. With a booming voice and bright smile,  he welcomed Keith and his social worker into the house. “Bienvenidos! Name’s Abelardo, but you call me Abe”
  • Long story short, his new foster family was descendants of an old pod of shape-shifting mermaids, known to have lived in Cuba, but moved to the States during the war and due to this, they were loaded. They had two pool houses. Who needs two pool houses?
  • He was shown to his room, in one of the pool houses, his window facing the beach, hearing the waves crashing onto land. He was shoving his duffel bag under the bed, didn’t even bother unpacking because who knows how long he’ll be here for when he heard a knock on the door.
  • When he opened the door, he was faced with a beautiful boy who had tan skin and blue eyes. “Name’s Lance, who are you?” “Keith” “Welcome Keef!” he smiled
  • That sparked their friendship where they bickered a lot, but for whatever reason Keith only saw Lance during the day. He strongly refused to hang out at night, every night. (All Keith wanted was to sit at the beach and watch the fireworks with him)
  • Despite this, Keith couldn’t help to feel a real connection to Lance, one he never felt before. He noticed little things about Lance that others didn’t really see. Even more, Lance seemed to notice little things about him too that no one ever had. He felt almost like electricity going through him whenever he was with Lance, but seemed to him that Lance was only interested in being brothers with him. So, he did what he always did, bury everything deep inside of him.    
  • One day Keith couldn’t sleep cuz nightmares, and he hadn’t really made any other connections other than Lance, but he couldn’t go to Lance since he always refused to see him at night when he decided to sit at the beach.
  • There, he saw a tail moving in the shallow part of the water. A tan back feeding into beautiful scales that were different shades of blue which were glistening in the moonlight, and Keith felt his breath was taken away. Almost like he was on autopilot, he moved towards the water, with the pure intention to touch.
  • When he entered the water, the mermaid quickly turned around. Keith was met with Lance, in his mermaid merman(?) form.
  • Before Lance could swim away, Keith grabbed his arm, eyes begging silently for him to stay, to which Lance relented. Keith moved a hand to hover over Lance’s tail, asking for permission to touch, which Lance nodded, a pink blush dusting his cheeks.
  • Once Keith touched the scales on Lance’s tail, a sudden prickling feeling was felt in the back of his head and surged forward like a sea storm hitting land. Keith passed out.
  • Keith dreamt of Lance, but not now Lance. Lance back in the 1950′s Havana streets dancing to the rhythmic sounds of cumbia, twirling around a little girl, who was giggling wildly. Lance in what looks like 1920′s California, hair blowing in the wind as he drove a convertible down the beach. Lance back in the 1450′s Dominican Republic, decked out in royal jewelry sitting on a high throne, overlooking a festival.
  • When Keith woke up, he was laying in bed made with fine sheets, that he quickly recognized as Lance’s room. “You’re awake!” Lance came into his view, brows furrowed and his eyes full of worry. “What the hell was that?”
  • Keith was gathered into a family meeting with the leads (Lance’s Parents) of the pod. This is where he learned that shapeshifters live much longer than humans know, almost 15 times longer than a human lifespan. And that they have pre-destined soulmates, to which he was Lance’s. Even though he was human, he was just reborn again and again, and every time he and Lance fell in love with each other without fail.
  • Lance had found Keith when he was fighting someone in the alleyway and just knew that he was the one he was looking for. Somehow they pulled the strings that Keith came to them. Lance had kept somewhat of a distance because he wanted to know his soulmate once again, and for Keith to fall for him again. Seeing him at night and sharing a moment in his other form would bring those memories back, and Lance had wanted Keith to love him out of his volition. (Which he did, even if he didn’t admit it)
  • Keith and Lance then continued on in their relationship, growing and relearning of each other. In a way, it made so much more sense as to why Keith got so close so quickly, he had always known lance.
  • Keith then met Lance’s other shapeshifting friends. Shiro, a feline shapeshifter to which he got along with famously, Hunk (his best friend) a werefox, and Pidge a werewolf, along with Allura and Coran who were mermaids part of another pod.
  • One night, Keith and Lance cuddled into bed, Keith quietly asked: “What happens when I die?” “If I’m still alive, you’ll enter the cycle for reincarnation, but I don’t plan to live without you anymore.” Lance refused to say anymore after that.
  • Keith and Lance lived together until Keith grew gray and old, passed away in his sleep. then Lance slipped into the rolling waves of an angry ocean and was never seen again…

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Red and Gold (M)

  • Pairings: Jeon Jungkook x Reader
  • Genre: Iron Man!Jungkook, Fluff, Scifi, Comedy, Smut
  • Words: 11K
  • Description: It’s no secret that genius, billionaire, international playboy, and philanthropist- Jeon Jungkook, better known as the CEO of Jeon Industries-and even better known as Iron Man, is one of the most intelligent, wealthy, and powerful men in the world. There’s nothing that can get to him or his ego, that is, until you happen to show up and give him a run for his money. 
  • A/N: It was only a matter of time before I put in an attempt to make Jungkook’s dream a reality…kind of….but not really lol…. Enjoy!  
  • Warnings: Mentions of Violence, Explicit Sexual Content 

Originally posted by fu-pjm


Even before Jeon Jungkook inherited Jeon Industries from his late father, he was notorious for being the spoiled heir of the world’s largest weapons manufacturing conglomerate. People had constantly given him crap for being fed with a silver spoon since the day he was born, that is, until he became Iron Man and shut those fuckers up by saving the world on more occasions than one. Apparently just being a genius inventor-and part time philanthropist-just doesn’t make the cut anymore. And ever since he revealed his identity as the guy in the red and gold metallic suit, things have gotten more interesting so to say.

He had originally thought taking over his dad’s business was going to be a lot of pressure-the sort of responsibility he put off by getting drunk every other night and sleeping around with the beautiful women who would melt in the hands of his wealth and reputation. In retrospect, it probably wasn’t the greatest of ideas, but let’s just say he wasn’t quite ready for adulting at the free-spirited age of 18 and wanted to have a little fun while he still had it in him. But now that protecting the world was one of his liabilities, that sort of recklessness had to be put on the backburner. To be honest, it was getting a bit dull for Jungkook anyways, and he can’t say he didn’t like the extra attention he got for being one of the coolest superheroes in the history of superheroes.

Of course life has not been any easier-not that Jungkook ever found life to be difficult, per se-he’s a genius, remember? But there were a lot of people out there who wanted him dead or would go extremes to get their hands on his unrivaled suit of armor, so constant renewing of his self developed technology was a must. And he’s always been able to get what he desired and accomplish what he wanted, whether it was by his own efforts or what he’s been conveniently gifted by the circumstances in which he was brought into this world, for the most part at least.

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Smile like an Idiot

Insipired by this prompt by @arituzz. (Thank you ^_^ )


Dammit, dammit, dammit. Quick, think fast, Baz. There must be a solution to this problem.

The blonde boy smiled at him and Baz’ knees got weak.

Are you kidding me?, Baz thought. Are you actually kidding me?

The guy that had lingered in the store for a few minutes now, unobtrusively observed by Baz, and now stepped towards him.

“Excuse me?”, he smiled politely. “I was wondering whether you could help me… buy a hairdryer.”

Hairdryer? Baz raised an eyebrow as he looked pointedly at the very short curly hair of the boy.

Cute, but weird.

“You dry your hair?”

“Ehrm, no… Actually, I need this for Penny.”
Cute, but straight.

“You know, because me and my best friend live together, and I kind of accidentally destroyed her hairdryer? And I need to get her a new one before she gets home and yells at me.”
“How do you destroy a hairdryer? You didn’t drop it in water, did you?”
“How stupid do you think I am? I’m not an idiot. Or, actually… Ehm…”
“Spit it out.”
Baz heart rate sped concerningly up. Not only cute, but also freaking adorable.

“Well, I had sort of cut myself on a broken cat statue, as you do it sometimes, and I was bleeding on the sofa, so I  got the hairdryer to clean the blood… As I’m thinking about it, could you perhaps help me get a cat statue and a new sofa, too?”

Baz smile got wider.

“Hm, I can’t help with you with the cat statue, but the sofa… Did you actually try to clean it with a hairdryer?”

“I- I mean, it’s like water, isn’t it?”
The guy swallowed nervously as Baz burst out laughing.

“It really isn’t. You’d have to use cold water to start with. Believe me, I’ve had my experiences with blood.”

And why that is, you really don’t want to know.

“Do you know the brand of the hairdryer?”
“Uh, no… I guess I was in a bit of a rush.”

“Man, you’re the worst at covering your traces. And can’t remove blood either! You’d be the worst criminal. Imagine you have to cover your tracks and you got blood on something that you need to replace. A knife, for instance. Not easy to clean off sometimes. Might have to get rid of it quickly and then you need to get a new one.”

“I’m getting some weird vibes of you there. Are you a killer or something?”
Baz smirked.
“What if I were? Would you run?”

“No. You’re no killer anyways. What kind of killer works in a drug store?”

“A drug dealer, perhaps. Also, this is not a drug store. It’s a store fulfilling all your everyday needs, didn’t you see the sign? But actually, a killer like me works in a cheap store. Because he needs the money to pay for college.”
Baz sighed shortly.

“Now, how did your friend’s hairdryer break then?”
“Turns out I’m not only extremely well at dropping cat statues but hairdryers, too, yeahy!”

Baz nodded and started to walk towards the aisle with the hairdryers.

Bloody cute guy with his stupid moles and stupid curls and stupid eyes and stupid smile. Merlin, that smile…

Baz thought about which hairdryer to recommend, when it dawned on him that, once the boy had bought it, he would leave and Baz would never see him again. Dammit, dammit, dammit. Think fast.

Then Baz remembered the broken hairdryer some girl had returned only yesterday. The girl had put it back in the original packaging. Baz would just have to give it to the boy and the boy would return…

But Baz, a voice in Baz’ head whispered. That’s an evil thing to do.

Well, I don’t give a shit, Baz snapped back in his head. I’m a Pitch, what did you expect? A bouquet of flowers? I don’t think so.

So, with the sweetest smile on his lips, Baz turned to the boy and said: “Give me a second, I have just the thing you need.”

When the boy returned, Baz only felt a tiny bit guilty. But there was no other way to make him come back, was there? Asking him was not an option. If he wanted to get rejected, he’d ring his father.

So the next day, the guy came back. And he seemed a bit angry.

“Baz!”, he exclaimed and Baz knew he was in trouble. But when he saw the boy’s blue eyes, he knew that it was all worth it.

“You gave me specifically a hairdryer that didn’t work, didn’t you? I mean, you purposefully went back to get me this hairdryer. What reason do you have to hate me? I mean, I know that it was stupid, but what do you have against stupid people?”

Baz smiled amused. Time to come clean. Baz knew that this was the point where the cute guy would call him a creep and go buy a hairdryer in some other store, but Baz still smiled. Because for the first time in a very long time, Baz had fun. For the first time, there was no need to worry. Just light-hearted banter, nothing more. It was a nice break from all his concerns. So if anything, Baz wanted to thank the blonde boy.

“Yes…” Baz whispered, smiling a grateful smile. “I gave you a defective item on purpose, so you had to come back… and I got to see you again.”
The boy was speechless for a few seconds.

“You did that… Just so I would come back?”
Baz nodded silently. Now it was the boy who burst out laughing.

“That… That’s really stupid. I mean, why didn’t you just ask? And I thought I was the idiot.”
At this point, Baz was a bit angry.

“Don’t blame this on me, it’s not like you were going to say yes!”

Simon drew back a bit and smiled at Baz discreetly.

“What makes you think that?”

“Well- you surely have a girlfriend.”
“Surely?”

“You look like you do.”
“I look like I do?”
“Yes!”

“Idiot.”
“Stop it.”
“Okay.”

The boy turned around, as if he wanted to go.

“No, wait!”, Baz called out. The boy turned back, wearing the biggest smile, and pushed a piece of paper into Baz’ hands.

“What’s that?”
“My number.”
“You wrote your number on a piece of paper before you came here?”
“Yes.”

“Even though you thought I hated you?”
“… kind of.”

“That’s stupid, too.”
“Yeah. I get it. We’re both stupid. Can we drop the subject now and plan a date? And oh, I’m Simon by the way.”

They grinned at each other. Baz felt a lot better suddenly. Perhaps the future wasn’t such a scary place now. And maybe working at this shop wasn’t so bad after all.

anonymous asked:

Bruno is on hiatus and rohan does not online much now, do you miss them?

“Maybe…..”

Yes, of course I miss them, anon. Mini Gio Gio too, my sweet mushroom minion. But all of them are busy so there’s no way I will insist them to come and hang out with me, they need to prioritize their work first. I’ll just wait here until they come back, I’m sure we’ll hang out again soon.

OKAY I think a few people asked on this so, mostly for my own sake, I drew up a really rough layout of Toriel and Frisk’s house as used in DOFP

And in doing so I realized that my previous methods of “winging it” and “playing it by ear” did not work out super great since there’s some layout things that are out of sync with each other, but this was just the best I could figure out based on what I had previously. SO, future updates I’ll use this as my layout reference.

THE MORAL OF THE STORY IS ALWAYS DO YOUR LAYOUTS FIRST, KIDS

Defending You

Requested: What about a protective Shawn one where you have some trouble with your family in the sense that they poke fun at you for certain things and it really upsets you and you tell him and then at a family dinner it happens again and he stands up for you because you never say anything :) (btw I love your writing)

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It has been two years since you and Shawn started dating, so he knows nearly everything about you now. He knows that your relationship with your family is interesting to say the least. You love them because they’re your family, but at the same time, they’ve often been really critical of you, and you were never sure exactly why. You’ve always felt like nothing you could do was good enough for them. And you feel like your parents always compare you to your brother who is a doctor and your sister who is a lawyer. You’re in your second year of University studying English, which your parents don’t consider a real study. They’re always sending little jabs your way regarding your job and pretty much all of your life choices.

It makes you sad every time you have to go to family dinners or anything else with them because it is honestly so difficult listening to them talk and feeling so judged by the people who are supposed to love you no matter what. Tonight is yet another of those nights that you have a dinner. They don’t happen too often. Maybe only once every few months and that is about as often as you see your family. 

“Are you sure you want to go?” Shawn asks you while pulling off his t-shirt to change into the dress shirt you laid out for him. He’s hesitant because he knows you always feel sad and hurt after seeing your family, and he hates to see you like that.

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anonymous asked:

dean said cas to stop being their nurse. what’s wrong in that? this is how people show their love - for protect and support someone you are loved. it’s like dean with his sam - yeah, they are more codependent but the same reason - take care, show love. and dean has nothing like "this is wrong". so why he told that to cas? he doesn’t need his help bc cas blundered? Or he doesn’t care at all? I can’t believe in that tbh

Hello, my dearest darlingest Anon!

I believe that you’re referring to the scene in 12x19 when Dean tells Cas off for acting like their “babysitter”? 

This comment comes off of Cas explaining his reasons for not contacting them when –>

a) he went off piste and decided to bring Kelly to Heaven instead of shooting her with the stolen borrowed Colt

b) his truck broke down and he knew he needed help

And Cas’ foremost reason for not contacting them is that he believes Kelly and the baby - because they’re an extension of Lucifer being free from the cage - are his responsibility. 

  • A sentiment he’s stated more than once throughout S12. 
  • A sentiment rooted in his need to feel useful and to have a purpose. 
  • This need, in turn, rooted in the fact that, at this moment in time, he’s never felt more lost or uncertain of where he truly belongs, feeling like he doesn’t belong anywhere, like he doesn’t even know who he is anymore, loving Dean with all his heart and feeling no hope that the love will ever be returned he’s drifting, without any anchor whatsoever.

Of course, Dean then doesn’t help the situation when he negates Cas’ biggest motivator and dismisses it as though it’s really all in Cas’ own head: protecting them isn’t his job.

Dean is right, of course. It was never his job. He made them his job, he interpreted his orders to protect them in a way that would justify staying close to them and I think that’s underlined in 7x21 when he tries to stop Hester from hurting the brothers by saying “Please, they’re the ones we were put here to protect” and Hester replies simply with a “No, Castiel”. 

And that’s the truth.

Cas has extended his order to bring Dean out of hell and secure Michael’s vessel to protecting the brothers against all odds. Because he’s falling in love with Dean, and he can’t make sense of that emotion.

This has made him dress himself as the hammer and assign all his worth to that role because, again and again, it’s underlined the brothers only call on him for angelic assistance. The problem is, again, miscommunication, because throughout S12 Sam finally, and very vocally and earnestly, contradicts Cas every single time he says that Lucifer is his responsibility. Sam is the one to repeatedly tell Cas he’s wrong in S12, they’re in it together, and he should come to them for help.

But Sam isn’t the person who needs to say it.

Dean agrees, but he agrees in vague ways, like being pissed off - which to our literal angel is the same as negating Sam’s words or being nothing but hyper critical of Cas’ opinion, which for our as-stubborn-as-Dean-Winchester Cas more or less means he’ll just dig his heels down even deeper - or Dean agrees by saying stuff that only underline Cas’ belief that Dean can’t possibly see any real worth in him. That he’s a liability. And expendable. Only useful for the powers he brings to the fight.

This is in 12x23, of course, where they’re together, TFW about to assemble, but instead of there being a sense of team spirit, Cas gets a Dean who barges in, takes over and then asks if he still has the immense power that killed a Prince of Hell.

In 12x19 they finally begin to open up the doors to open communication during the Mixtape Exchange, but that episode is titled The Future and I believe that cornerstone was placed there to show what they’re working towards. That scene is a beautiful study of body language because both of these actors are remarkably attuned to using it as a tool of expression. And that’s more or less the basis for the entire Destiel narrative because it’s so much in the subtext of how these two interact with each other. 

That’s how you build a will-they-won’t-they, btw. No matter the genders involved. There has to be a dance of long looks and glances when the other isn’t looking. There has to be stuff neither one says out loud. There HAS to be miscommunication because complete honesty takes away the obstacles and without obstacles there’s no character growth and there’s absolutely no fucking intrigue to following the progression of the love story.

But now I digress.

So if 12x19 gives a cornerstone to open communication, then why don’t they keep building on that? They are, and they will. Moments of misunderstanding - like this one in 12x23 where Dean is more or less hinging their survival on whether Cas still has the power up juices flowing through him (look at Cas’ face - it hurts him!) - are more or less essential at this juncture, and these misunderstandings stem from the fact that these two men care so much about what the other thinks of them that they can’t stand the thought of disappointing the other, or failing them in any way, neither understanding that how they feel the other can’t disappoint them or fail them no matter what they do is how BOTH OF THEM FEEL ABOUT EACH OTHER

(dance my pretties dance!)

There is all the love here, darling Anon, don’t you fret!

The reason Dean tells Cas that he isn’t their babysitter comes from Dean’s conviction that Cas still thinks of himself as their protector foremost, like he stated out loud and unequivocally in 7x21. That statement came as a horrified surprise to Dean back then, because that was Dean’s biggest fear, wasn’t it? That Cas was one of those angels that, when they try to care, it ends up breaking them apart? 

That’s how he views Cas’ choices and sacrifices by the end of S7: they’re breaking Cas apart and Cas made them because he cares.

The problem for Dean is that he’s wanted to humanise Cas - to make him CARE - almost from the moment their story began: giving him his nickname is just the beginning. Why did he do that? 

Because Dean Winchester is a control freak, plain and simple. 

I don’t believe it’s love at first sight with these two. It’s attraction at first sight for Dean (that I do believe), but Dean is out of his depth with Cas and he has an immediate need to bring him down to Earth. To make him feel like an equal. Possibly even an inferior.

Which is why, at least this is my interpretation of it, whenever he gets to put Cas in a tight spot doing human things - such as taking Cas to a den of iniquity - Dean is practically bouncing in his seat from having the upper hand completely and irrevocably.

S12, however, does a lot to tell us that much has changed since S7, including how the brothers view Cas and his choices and his sacrifices. 

In 12x10, after the whole Ishim incident, Sam tells Cas that Cas may have changed, but it’s for the better. And Dean voices support as well, telling Cas he’s not weak, like Ishim proclaimed him to be.

So for Cas, nine episodes later, to come off as though he still considers himself the brothers angelic protector rubs Dean the wrong way. He doesn’t want Cas to feel like he has to protect them because he’s not their defender, he’s not the hammer: he’s their friend and brother in arms and worth a helluva lot more than whatever responsibility he feels like placing on his own two shoulders

(Also Dean is completely in love with him and, I’d argue, is subtly terrified that Cas still, after all these years, is so much an angel that whatever that “I love you” in 12x12 was, it sure as hell didn’t mean Cas is in love with him, because Dean’s still nothing more than a mere ward for Cas, someone he feels responsible for, someone he’s formed a bond with, sure, but a bond that never could be romantic based on how they’re from two so completely different worlds - hence the mixtape from Dean, as he tries to over-subtly test the waters)

So, you see? Dean telling Cas off for acting like he protects them by excluding them comes from a place of love.

You, me, and Sam - we’re just better together.”

Dean tries to convince Cas with this statement, but the Mixtape Exchange is a Destiel scene, and Cas is done now, after having said “I love you” out loud, no matter how vaguely, to pretend like he doesn’t want more. That’s why he gestures between him and Dean when he says “We?” and Dean ruins it when he says “Yes, we. You, me… and Sam.” Unable to give Cas more than his little finger and leaving Cas thinking that, after all is said and done, Dean Winchester does not love him back. And again, neither is stating the whole truth, nothing but the truth, so help them Chuck - dancing around each other for this fear of rejection, this fear that stems in the feeling that they’re really not worthy of the other’s love.

There is a complex web of emotion that these men are stuck in, and I, for one, cannot wait to watch it slowly detangle.

And Dean cares. Oh, he cares.

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Looooooook at his faaaaaaaace! :)

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animekai  asked:

oh no, once again your nfsw site is down, what is goin to happen with us in the future, and your art, please don't leave us, there must be another way to publish your content

Ah, yes, I just noticed. At least this time I have this one to let people know. 

This has been some rough time. Lately, I’ve been having some health problems, and heck, if my friend Anomalyah can say it, I can too. Some depression problems also. And on top of that, people acting with malice against my accounts, even cloning them and messing with my Patreon content. But, at least I have the support of my family and if I can say, my followers. I’ll think what will be the next step.

Who knows? Maybe I can find a better place to post my works in the future ^ ^

Some of these ppl at this office r like “ive been working here 10 years” “ive been here 12 years” “ive been here 20 years” and that scares me bc this - this whole sitting at a desk in an office doing roughly the same thing every day for years and years of your life thing - This scares me. And it scares me even more when i realize it might be unavoidable.

Served Best Cold

Nesta receives many unexpected customers while working at the restaurant. When the evening takes a surprising turn Nesta must maneuver her way out of a situation that can cost her too much than she can afford. By the end of the night she’ll lose more than she ever thought possible.

I do want to place a warning for people that have been in abusive relationships. This chapter isn’t graphic by any means, but there are some violent parts that might be slightly upsetting. I know people have varying reactions to this type of situation and I just want to make sure you understand the journey ahead and for future chapters.

P.S. Also if work place harassment upsets you this is another warning. I can’t speak for everyone, but I’ve had to deal with varying degrees of this when I worked as a waitress, front desk staff worker in college and at another place known as the “Most Magical Place on Earth”. Trust me guys. It happens. 

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The dinner crowd at the restaurant was one of the busiest so far. Around the holidays a swarm of people flocked to the location by couples or large groups.

Nesta had lost track of how many tables she had waited on since she started at noon. Tonight was a long shift, but within two hours she would be done for the night.

“Nesta,” Mrs. Laurent addressed her near the kitchen doors. Her voice was stern and seeped with rigidity.

It was a well-known fact that around the holidays Mrs. Laurent would dismiss any of her workers if they made multiple mistakes during a peak business season. So far two had been cut from the staff.

“What is it,” Nesta asked. She knew full well that she had not been making any errors in orders. Why would the manager be calling her for a talk?

“I need you to serve an important table,” Mrs. Laurent said. “These business people come from an extremely well-known company in Prythian and I want you to handle them.”

“Shouldn’t Marlene or Jane be getting the next tables? Currently I’m already working on-”

“They would be if they weren’t already fawning over the customers,” Mrs. Laurent said. “Many of them are quite handsome and I know I can trust you not to make a fool of yourself by making advances on them.”

“Oh.” Nesta blinked. “Well then I suppose I can take the table since my last few are finishing up their meals.”

“Excellent. The party is waiting for you to seat them,” Mrs. Laurent left Nesta standing there a bit bemused by what had occurred.

Are these people that good-looking?

Nesta shook her head and strode to the host podium in her small black heels. When she rounded the corner to the restaurant’s entrance she almost tripped at the sight that greeted her.

Rhysand, Cassian, Amren and a few other men stood at the podium.

Nesta could see why the other waitresses wanted this group. Each of them was dressed in business casual. Cassian’s form captured Nesta’s attention the most though since his hair was loose in soft waves reaching his shoulders and the grey button down shirt looked far too good hugging the contours of his muscles. Nesta wondered how easy it would be to take off that shirt and have her hands touching the skin beneath.

She dashed the thought away before she ended up making a fool of herself. Taking a deep breath she prepared herself.

“Good evening and welcome,” Nesta greeted with a smile she always used for customers. Instinct took over as she put on her waitress role with forced smiles and an enthusiastic voice that made Nesta want to rip out her voice box. Sadly her true personality never made customers happy so she resorted to the façade that would please others and thus make her earn better tips.

Cassian turned around with a shit-eating grin. Nesta knew he was up to something.

“Are you our waitress for the night lovely lady,” Cassian asked with mirth.

“I am and if you would follow me I’ll be taking you to your table,” Nesta said brightly. She made sure to give Cassian a pointed questioning look. Why of all places was he here?

As Nesta led the way past other tables full of eating customers Rhysand spoke up.

“Cassian told us about this place and requested that he and his security team dine here for the evening as part of their reward bonus this quarter.”

“Did he?” Nesta had told Cassian once where she worked and he always kept telling her that he wanted to see her in action at work. Of course Nesta kept making excuses as to why he shouldn’t go. She merely didn’t want him to see her working at a place that tested her strength each day as she acted extremely perky and enthused when in reality she couldn’t care less if a customer was pissed that they only got three slices of tomato instead of four.

Nesta placed the group next to the window overlooking the city. The table seated eight, which was perfect for their group. As all of them took a seat Rhysand leaned slightly closer to Nesta, but his voice carried across the table where Cassian sat.

“Although if we’re being honest I think he came to see a particular person that has been in his head lately,” Rhysand said with a smile.

“Both his little heads,” Amren added and made a vague gesture around her head and lower half of her body.

Nesta chuckled, but Cassian shot a dark look at Amren.

“Or maybe he was hungry for something else other than his home-cooking,” Nesta said and brought out her pen and small pad of paper to write drink orders.

“You could say I am hungry for something else indeed,” Cassian winked at Nesta who rolled her eyes yet the hint of smile tugged at her lips. Cassian saw the movement and his eyes shone with laughter.

He was going to make her smile for real tonight. Not one of those fake smiles reserved for other customers, but a true one. Cassian knew she was just playing a role reserved for what her job entailed. The urge to let the true Nesta seep out was rising with each passing second. He wanted Nesta bantering with him and shooting him playful looks when no one was watching like she usually did.

“What will you all be having to drink?” Nesta poised her pen and started jotting down each beverage that was requested. “They will be out in a moment so take your time looking over the menu.”

Nesta left her party to grab the drinks. When she made it back to the kitchen Clare stopped her on the way inside.

“Nesta I have a huge favor to ask,” Clare said and fidgeted her fingers nervously.

“What is it?” Nesta asked with true concern. Clare never usually acted this way. She was hired not too long after Nesta and was a seasoned pro at her job.

“This party of five men just came in and I’ve already got their drinks, but they keep trying to touch me and they say such rude things.”

“Did you tell Mrs. Laurent?” The manager did not take kindly to the harassment of her staff. Surely she could come out here and deal with this.

“I would, but I’ve already got two strikes and I don’t want her to fire me considering the mood she’s been in lately.”

“She won’t fire you over this,” Nesta said.

“Yes she will. These men – they’re from Hybern,” Clare cringed at the business name.

“Shit,” Nesta swore. Hybern always got away with this each year when the group came for their meals. Mrs. Laurent always claimed they could do no wrong since she personally knows many of the workers.

Two years ago one waitress came forward about the harassment and was scolded for it. There was no evidence and the men had made quite a complaint with Mrs. Laurent when the accusations were brought forth.

That girl ended up quitting, but Nesta always had the feeling that she was going to be fired regardless from that event.

“I would ask one of the other waiters, but none of the male waiters are here tonight and honestly I think you’re the only one that can handle this group. Please Nesta can you swap me tables, I’ll do all your tables for the rest of the night if that’s what it takes,” Clare pleadingly glanced back at the table she wanted to avoid.

“Mrs. Laurent personally assigned me to a table so I don’t think –” Nesta was about to explain why she couldn’t, but the dimming hope in Clare’s eyes made her stop.

Nesta closed her eyes and counted backwards from five. She hoped she wouldn’t regret this later on.

“Ok let’s swap my recent table for the bastards table you got,” Nesta said. “You need to make sure though that Mrs. Laurent doesn’t see you serving my table though or else we both are in for it.”

“Thank you Nesta!” Clare hugged Nesta and the two swapped the current orders they had.

Nesta went to the kitchen and grabbed the first set of dishes full of food. There were so many plates for just five men and Nesta could already imagine how much food was going to be wasted.

She placed most of the plates onto a tray and hefted it onto her shoulder before striding back into the dining area. On her way she passed by Cassian’s table as Clare gave them all their drinks.

Nesta caught the confused expression on Cassian’s face at the new waitress. His eyes searched for Nesta until he spotted her walking by with the large tray heading for a table a few spaces down. He continued to watch her until he noticed where she was heading. His fists clenched tightly under the table. He knew exactly who the pricks at the table were.

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The Hybern men immediately questioned Nesta upon arriving at the table.

“Where’s that cute little server from awhile ago?” One of them asked.

“Was she scared that we would bite? Not that I’m saying I wasn’t tempted.” Another chuckled and showed off his teeth to show that his little joke had underlying truth to it.

“Well at least this lovely lady wouldn’t mind I bet. Would you doll?” The third leaned closer, but Nesta simply stared him down with disinterest.

She took a deep breath and began serving plates. “I’ll be your waitress for the remainder of the evening.”

“Oh?” A man with brown eyes and matching hair raised a brow. “Is that so?”

“Might as well cut to the chase and ask her when she gets off work. We all know that’s what you really want to know Jurian.” Knowing looks were shared around the table by the men.

The corner of Jurian’s lips raised in a slight smile. “You know I always have dinner before the fun,” Jurian glanced up at Nesta. “Why don’t you be a good girl and get me the rest of my food.”

Nesta left without a word before her temper got the better of her. Upon her return with the last batch of dishes the men stopped talking.

Jurian looked toward her chest and Nesta crossed her arms making it clear that she didn’t want him staring.

“She does have nice ones right Jurian?” A man nodded to Nesta noticing how long Jurian had been looking at her breasts. “I prefer big ones myself, but not to big that you can suffocate,” The man whispered. Of course his wheezy voice was loud enough that Nesta could still catch the words.

“Archeron,” Jurian said a bit puzzled at the nametag on Nesta’s shirt. “Are you related to Feyre Archeron by any chance?” The men hushed at Jurian’s words.

Nesta kept a neutral face. Feyre would never associate with men like those from Hybern. If they knew Feyre then it could only mean trouble for Nesta.

“Is she a friend of yours?” Nesta parried with another question. Anything to buy time so she could set down the last plates.

“I asked you first,” Jurian tapped his fingers on the table impatiently waiting for a response.

Before Nesta could answer a hand gripped her waist. The unexpected touch made Nesta stiffen. Fingers pressed tighter and a voice from her nightmares spoke just above her ear.

“It’s been a long time Nesta.”

Slowly Nesta turned her head and was greeted by the sight of Tomas. A boy who should be hundreds of miles away. A boy who shouldn’t know where she was. A monster that now had her in his sights.

“Should have guessed you would be working in a place like this,” Tomas said with a glance around the restaurant.

“What?” Nesta was completely confused. Tomas being here had warped all thoughts except the one that was screaming at her to get as far away as possible.

Tomas gestured to her clothes. “You serving people. That’s pretty much one of the only things your good at.” His hand glided down further and the veiled meaning behind the words was clear.

Nesta pulled away from Tomas and felt the urge to scrub away the contact. “You can’t be here.” You should be far away and gone from my life forever.

“Why not?” Tomas smiled as if he had won some sort of sick game.

“Only customers are allowed to be seated and this restaurant does not accept walk-ins for dinner. You need to have a reservation.” Nesta looked forward to having this bastard kicked out.

“Perhaps you should watch that tone of yours,” Jurian interrupted. “Mr. Mandray is my guest who is joining us tonight. You best treat him with the utmost respect or I will call the manager to fix any issues that arise.”

“You hear that Nesta,” Tomas continued to smile. He knew he had the advantage. “Be respectful. If you can handle it with that venomous mouth of yours.”

Nesta clenched the tray in her hands. Her knuckles turned white as she frowned darkly at Tomas.

“Did you hear him,” Jurian questioned. “If so then answer.”

The men at the table snickered at the silent battle waging between Nesta and Tomas. She wanted to do nothing more than bash his head with the tray. Or toss him out the glass windows.

“I heard,” Nesta clipped out. She made to turn away, but Tomas gave a loud cough catching her attention along with a couple of nearby tables.

Cassian, who had been closely watching the situation unfold, was now glaring daggers at the newcomer at Hybern’s table. It seemed as if they knew each other, but the look of shock and a flash of fear in Nesta’s eyes set Cassian on edge. Clearly she did not want to be around the man. He couldn’t hear the conversation at the beginning, but once the man coughed Cassian caught the next words with ease.

“Say that a little more nicely,” Tomas said. “I want to make sure I’m not just imagining things and that Nesta Archeron actually has a soul in that cold heart of hers.”

An angry flush crawled up Nesta’s neck. People began whispering and the risk of Mrs. Laurent coming out to investigate would mean trouble.

 “I said,” Nesta spoke up a bit louder and slower as if Tomas were a child. “I heard you.”

Tomas exaggeratedly pondered her words. His index finger tapped his chapped bottom lip. “I suppose that’s good enough for now. Next time though be sure to say ‘sir’ or maybe something a bit sweeter. I’ll also have water to drink.”

“Your water will be out later,” Nesta began to turn away, but Tomas coughed again. The loudness made Nesta cringe.

“I think you’re missing something on the end of that sentence,” Tomas said thoroughly enjoying watching Nesta struggle with restraint to give into the fury.

“Your water will be out later sir,” Nesta added icily as customers next to her shivered at the coldness in which she delivered the statement.

“That’s better,” Tomas said before taking his seat. He watched Nesta leave and attentively focused on her backside where her curves were.

From Cassian’s table Rhysand was now watching the action unfolding as well.

“Rhys,” Cassian’s voice resembled a growl. After seeing Nesta try to be humiliated by Tomas it was becoming difficult for Cassian to remain calm. “We can’t let them do this. I won’t let them do that to her.”

“I know what you’re thinking, but you can’t storm over there and create a warzone,” Rhysand said calmly. “First I’ll talk with the manager and –”

“You can’t!” Clare squeaked out as she finished taking their meal orders. Realizing her abrupt comment was uncalled for she covered her mouth wishing to take back the words.

“Why the hell not?” Amren took a sip of blood red wine from her glass. Her short glossy black hair shimmered in the light as she pushed strands out of her narrow cat-like eyes.

“Well…we’ve tried to talk with the manager before about Hybern since they are known for…well what you just saw and worse,” Clare said softly not wanting to be heard by other tables. “She knows most of the people from Hybern and refuses to believe the complaints made toward them. The last person that tried to call them out ended up getting fired. Well she technically ‘quit’, but we all know that she was going to get fired if she didn’t.”

“You’re joking,” Cassian looked back at Hybern’s table. “I mean I don’t doubt the complaints, but your manager makes you put up with that shit?”

“If the manager finds out then Nesta and I will get in trouble since we swapped tables,” Clare fidgeted with her pen. “Hopefully they eat quickly and then we don’t have to deal with them for awhile.”

“This needs to be addressed now,” Rhysand reasoned. “If not it will keep happening.”

“Mrs. Laurent won’t believe us though,” Clare then saw Mrs. Laurent making her way through table rounds. “I have to go. If she sees me here she will be upset since she’ll know Nesta and I swapped tables.” Clare quickly left to give the chefs the latest orders.

As Clare went into the kitchen Nesta came out with a glass of water.

Just get this over with and you’ll be home free soon.

Nesta wove around crowded tables until she reached the one place in the world she didn’t want to be.

“Took you long enough,” one of the men said as she set down the glass of water in front of Tomas. She didn’t look at any of the table’s occupants.

“Have you decided on an order?” Nesta poised her pen to write on the paper. Too bad she couldn’t plant the pen into Tomas’s smirking face.

“I can think of one that involves you, me and this table,” Tomas smiled as if this was a normal conversation and not vulgar harassment.

“Does it involve me bashing your face into a fork if you don’t pick out some food?” Nesta said without thinking.

“Now that wasn’t polite,” Tomas leaned forward and it took all of Nesta’s willpower not to startle backwards from the motion. “I believe an apology is in order if you are so keen on demanding orders.”

If he thought that wasn’t polite he had another thing coming. Nesta ignored him and waited for him to choose what he wanted to eat.

“You heard him,” Jurian’s voice raised the hair on Nesta’s neck. “Apologize.” It was given as an order.

Nesta shot Jurian a narrow glance. His brown eyes were enjoying the sight of her inner struggle. Feeding off of how uncomfortable this situation was for her.

“Sorry,” Nesta’s words a smooth poisoned blade ready for attack. “Perhaps if you can’t handle the way I treat improper behavior of customers then you should act with more respect.”

Jurian’s hand twitched into a fist. “I think it’s you who needs to be taught respect.”

A silent standoff between Jurian and Nesta began to unfold.

“Get me the steak dinner with a baked potato and soup,” Tomas interrupted. He was not pleased that Jurian stole Nesta’s attention away. “And you know how I like my meat handled Nesta. Don’t mess it up.” A suggestive grin from Tomas earned him a few laughs from the men at the table.

“You heard the man. Go handle his meat how he wants it,” one rudely guffawed and Nesta was mortified by the stares people were sending her.

Nesta walked away and didn’t dare stray away from her path to the kitchen. She didn’t want to see the looks people were giving her. Nesta could only imagine what Cassian was thinking right now. Of all the days he had to be here it was when she was facing her worst day on the job.

After handing in the latest order to the kitchen staff a small tap on Nesta’s shoulder caught her attention.

“The man with the long dark hair at the table wants you to refill their drinks,” Clare pointed to the Velaris table. Cassian sat with furrowed brows staring at Tomas. It appeared as if Cassian was sizing him up.

Nesta’s eyes widened in shock. What if found out that was Tomas was the man that almost raped her? Cassian had a perceptive mind. He was sure to put the pieces together if he went searching for more answers.

Nesta had to make sure to prevent that. If Cassian started a fight over her then he would get in trouble. And he didn’t deserve that. Tomas wasn’t worth it no matter how bad he hurt her. Cassian should never face punishment for defending her. Nesta could only imagine the damage that would be done if Cassian held to his promise during their first boxing session

“I’d make them wish they never hurt you. They would see what would happen when all their bones are broken.”

“Nesta?” Clare broke her concentration.

“I’m a bit busy dealing with the bastards at my table,” Nesta tiredly rubbed her eyes.

“But he really wants to see you,” Clare said. “Besides you have to wait for your latest food order to get done anyway. Why don’t you help me carry out these plates?”

“Fine,” Nesta sighed before proceeding to carry a few plates on her arm while Clare grabbed the rest. They stepped back out of the kitchen and made their way to the Velaris table. Nesta’s waitress persona was in full effect. She couldn’t let Cassian know how rattled she was with her latest table of moronic assholes.

Rhys and the others smiled when they saw their food. Clare quickly began placing dishes in front of each respective customer who ordered it.

“Who ordered the herb-roasted chicken?” Nesta’s upbeat tone masked the worry she was currently feeling.

“That would be me,” Cassian said. His eyes never leaving hers.

“Here you go,” Nesta reached in front of him to set the plate down. His hand rose to help her lower the plate, even though she had it under control. Unlike the emotions that were beating inside her walls.

His large hand cupped hers and together they eased the plate onto the table. His fingers lingered and gently encased her in warmth.

“I’m tempted to steal you away,” Cassian smiled. “Considering how my time with you was taken away by people who don’t see what they’re up against.”

“I’m on the job,” Nesta stated and slowly eased her hand out of his even though she wanted to stay there the whole evening with him.  “You can’t expect me to sit down and chat with you anyway,”

“But you know you want to,” Cassian said as if he could see right through her words. “Besides how could anyone resist this?” He gestured to himself with a grin. Amren scoffed across the table and the men at the table chuckled at Cassian’s antics.

“That’s easy. The moment you open your mouth people go running to the hills,” Nesta’s mouth shifted into a true smile.

Amren laughed. “Casanova Cassian’s charm is no match for the Ice Queen.”

Nesta coughed to cover up the laugh that escaped her lips. She could always rely on Amren to back her up in baiting Cassian.

“I would say my mouth is my best quality,” Cassian crooned until Nesta gently tapped the back of his chair with a menu.

“Behave yourself. You’re in a fine establishment,” Nesta quirked a brow and her eyes brightened with a teasing glint.

“What happens to customers who don’t behave?” Cassian flirted.

“They don’t get dessert,” Nesta implied with a faint smile. The double meaning was not lost to Cassian whose eyes darkened in lust.

“Not at the table,” Rhys interrupted before reaching for his drink.

“Funny you should mention that Rhys,” Amren coolly added. “I remember something about you, Feyre and a table if I’m not mistaken.”

Rhysand almost choked on his drink.

“I better get back to work,” Nesta did not want to hear the story behind her sister and Rhysand involving a table.

“Wait,” Cassian turned and Nesta stopped at the change in his demeanor. Cassian’s eyes were full of concern. “If those men at that table don’t stop harassing you-”

“I can handle myself,” Nesta didn’t need to ask which people he was talking about. “It’s not like I’ve had to handle people like them before.” Nesta didn’t risk a glance at Tomas, but Cassian did. He was trying to connect how he and Nesta knew each other from their previous interaction.

“Nesta-” Cassian tried again.

“Please Cassian stay out of this. It will only provoke them if another person gets involved.” In truth Nesta knew if Cassian went over there it was going to turn into a battleground. She gave Cassian a small smile hoping to ease his worry.

Cassian was silent. Eyes weighing the honesty and hidden thoughts that Nesta was trying to keep from him. With a sigh he conceded. For now.

“Just come back soon,” Cassian said with a returning smile. “Don’t want you to miss me.”

Nesta bit her bottom of her lip to prevent another sentence from being released. As much as she loved this battle and dance with words Nesta needed to get back to work.

Cassian could see it though. She still wanted to play. We’ll continue this later.

Nesta nodded and it was almost as if she had heard his thought.

Across the room Jurian was watching the exchange with interest. He recognized Rhysand, Cassian and Amren from Velaris, Hybern’s competitor that almost completely destroyed their company. The waitress, Nesta Archeron, knew the trio.

This left a perfect opportunity to taunt Rhysand for making Hybern suffer heavy losses from a business deal gone bad. Although the lawsuit ended up bringing quite a few more illegal activities that Hybern was involved in. It was only a stroke of luck that the once dominating company was still barely even keeping afloat today.

Tomas however was confused by how familiar Nesta acted with the group from the other table. She was never friendly back in their hometown. Yet here she was smiling and what appeared to be laughing with those customers.

And then there was the matter of that man and Nesta flirting with each other. Tomas could tell what was going on. Nesta and this other man were looking at each other as if the rest of the restaurant didn’t even exist.

Tomas glared at Nesta as she walked away from the man with an easy smile on both their lips. Tomas flexed his hand underneath the table as the couple was oblivious to being watched.

She’ll learn soon enough what happens when you try to leave me for someone else. Maybe a lesson like Dad always mentions when Mom threatens to take off.

Nesta was unaware of the two increasing dangers that were sitting at the Hybern table when she returned with Tomas’s food. Her experienced hand at serving dishes allowed her to give Tomas his meal in record time.

Now all she had to do was check up on them on brief and rare occasions now that all the food was served. At this point she usually told customers to enjoy the food, but Nesta figured she might accidentally tell Tomas to choke on his food instead.

Just walk away Nesta. Don’t waste more time with them.

“Hold on,” Jurian said. “You’re not going to even speak with us before you go running off?”

“I don’t want to disturb your meal,” Nesta stonily replied holding down Jurian’s stare. She would not cower from this man.

“But you were talking with that other table so much,” Jurian vaguely motioned his hand to where Rhys and the others were. “You’re making us feel neglected when you give them all your attention.”

“Sorry you feel that way,” Nesta’s tone didn’t sound apologetic in the least. “You keep similar friends,” Nesta sneaked a glance at Tomas, “around your table so I assumed you would be fine to talk among yourselves.” And not bother me or anyone else.

“Is that so? And does that mean those people over there are your friends?” Jurian asked. It may have been a friendly question, but coming from Jurian it was anything but that.

“Why are you so concerned about who I keep in my company when you should be focused on your own,” Nesta was tired of keeping this conversation. “Excuse me while I go check on my other tables.”

“You’re not excused,” Tomas said with his shoulders tensed. He was ready to pounce and Nesta’s stomach began to churn at his tone.

“What was that?” Nesta kept up her composure.

“You think you can go back to that table and be with him?” Tomas said under his breath, but Nesta, Jurian and the other men heard him.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Let me guess. Are you fucking him? I don’t see why he would considering you’re nothing, but a little pathetic girl who doesn’t know when to shut her mouth.” Tomas’s voice was rising and two couples at different tables turned to look at them in shock.

Nesta tried to defuse the situation while keeping a lid on her own rage that was starting to boil. “My personal life is not your business,” Nesta said keeping her voice down so other tables didn’t notice what was going on.

“It is considering you’re my girlfriend,” Tomas clenched his fists. The action caught Nesta’s eyes. She had to put a stop to this nonsense.

“I am not your girlfriend. And I will never be your girlfriend,” Nesta stated clearly. “We are not compatible in the slightest and if you don’t settle down I will have you escorted out of here immediately.”

Tomas seethed in his seat and the Hybern businessmen watched the event unfolding in front of them in shock. Jurian had the audacity to look amused by the whole thing.

Nesta began to step away seeing as the conversation was finished. Suddenly Tomas snatched her hand and roughly tugged her back. The unexpected action pulled Nesta’s hip into the table and caused the plates to rattle at the force.

The noise drew more customer attention. Cassian, who had been watching since the beginning, had seen Nesta being forcibly pulled. He quickly rose from his table with Rhysand swiftly grabbing his elbow.

“You can’t charge over there,” Rhysand reasoned. “Let me get her away before you start throwing punches.”

“She needs me,” Cassian tried to pull his arm out of Rhysand’s firm hold.

“And you’ll be needing bail money when you get taken away for beating someone up.”

“It may be a murder charge if he doesn’t let her go,” Cassian ground out with eyes never straying from Nesta as she tried to pull her hand away from the bastard’s vise grip.

At the Hybern table Tomas refused to relinquish his painful restraint.

“Let. Me. Go.” Nesta’s mouth was set in an angry expression. If Tomas didn’t release her then he was going to regret ever laying his hands on her.

“Maybe I should go visit your little sister Elain,” Tomas laughed darkly. “If you’re so set on that piece of trash over there then I can take your sister out instead. Maybe she can finish what we only started.”

Memories of Tomas forcing himself onto Nesta flashed across her mind. “You will never go near her,” Nesta fiercely said. “If you so much as even try I swear you’ll regret it.”

“Is that so? Why should it matter if you’re fucking that idiot?” Tomas squeezed his hand tighter and Nesta winced in pain. At this point she could hear Cassian’s voice getting closer.

“You’re such a whoring bitch like your sister Feyre,” Tomas spat out.

That insult was the final crack that broke the wall containing her rage. Nesta’s fist came up and punched Tomas in the face. She heard the crunch of it and the noise spurred her on. So many years of pent of fear and anger was finally being released.

“Don’t you ever say that about my sister!” Her words were a battle cry as she gave Tomas another hit to his jaw that sent him falling out of his chair. His grip didn’t release and Nesta tumbled forward clipping the table and sending a wine glass shattering onto her shoulder.

Dimly she heard shards of broken glass fall to the floor and people crying out in surprise.

Tomas struggled with Nesta until he rolled her onto the ground. She saw him raise his fist.

“This is what I should have done years ago,” Tomas’s mad eyes flared as he swung down.

Shouts rang out and Nesta brought her arms up to block the punch.

For seconds she waited for the blow to strike her, but it never came. The weight of Tomas was wrenched off her body and tossed to the side.

Strong arms grasped her shoulders and pulled her forward into a broad chest. His scent filled Nesta’s senses as one of his hands held the back of her head tenderly.

“Are you alright?” Cassian’s breath ghosted the top of Nesta’s hair.

Nesta didn’t trust her voice to waver and instead nodded. Her cheek rubbed against his chest at the movement. She shakily placed her hands on his forearms to anchor down from the storm that had been brewing inside her.

“You fucking bastard. This is between Nesta and me.” Tomas groaned feet away. Cassian had thrown him off Nesta with so much force the wind was knocked out of Tomas.

“Keep talking and next time I’ll throw you out the window,” Cassian growled out. Nesta could feel the rumble of his voice. She risked a glance up and saw that Cassian’s usual easy-going and smiling expression had transformed into lethal rage.

“What is the meaning of this?!” Mrs. Laurent approached. She looked beyond pissed as she took in the mess before her.

Nesta hurried to stand and took a small step back from Cassian. One of his arms remained on her back to steady her.

“Mrs. Laurent-”  Nesta tried to begin explaining.

“She attacked me!” Tomas interrupted.

“Not without reason,” Cassian shot Tomas a death glare. “He provoked her.”

“Cassian stop,” Nesta whispered. “I can explain myself.”

“Then you better have a good reason why this is happening Archeron,” Mrs. Laurent crossed her arms and customers watch in morbid awe of the show before.

“This man,” Nesta motioned to Tomas, “and those at the Hybern table were harassing me. Tomas got physical and that is when I tried to free myself.”

“And why were you even at this table? I specifically assigned you elsewhere,” Mrs. Laurent scanned the area. “Where is Miss Beddor? She has explaining to do as well.”

“I’m here ma’am,” Clare stepped forward nervously.

“Why is Nesta serving at your table?” Mrs. Laurent asked stonily.

“We swapped tables, because the men I was originally serving were saying insulting things to me.”

“And can either of you prove these allegations?” Mrs. Laurent asked with a raised brow.

Nesta heard Clare suck in a breath. This is what they had wanted to avoid. There was no way in hell Mrs. Laurent would side with them if there was no way to prove their innocence.

“We could hear some of the comments from our table,” Rhysand spoke with authority. He must have followed Cassian over in case he needed to stop him from beating Tomas to a bloody mess.

Mrs. Laurent looked shocked to see Rhysand. “Oh. And did anyone else hear anything?”

A few nearby table raised their hands and told Mrs. Laurent that they heard Tomas and most of his words, but in terms of the other men at the table they couldn’t hear them well enough to catch what was said.

“So it seems as though you were the main cause of this fiasco,” Mrs. Laurent turned to Tomas who was now standing on shaken legs.

“Only because Nesta was treating me with the same courtesy,” Tomas said with hate directed at Nesta. Cassian leaned forward to block her from his sight.

“He’s telling the truth,” Jurian spoke for the first time during the questioning. His eyes glinted and his smile was directed at Cassian and Rhysand. Revenge was in his grasp.

“You’re not serious,” Nesta incredulously turned to Jurian. “I said nothing to deserve what Tomas did.”

“Are you sure about that?” Jurian turned his cunning smile on her. “I remember how rude you acted toward all of us at this table. Tomas especially.” Jurian shrugged as if this was expected. “Although I’m not sure why you two were acting so violently considering you’re a couple.”

“He’s not my boyfriend!” Nesta clenched her teeth. “He’s a mistake I regret ever having met.”

“Do not raise your voice Archeron,” Mrs. Laurent sternly said. “And I expect you to apologize to these men right now for you behavior.”

“Excuse me?” Nesta incredulously turned to her boss.

“Why should she apologize for something that is not her fault?” Cassian questioned fiercely.

“She has to pay for her actions,” Mrs. Laurent solely watched Nesta. “I do not tolerate such conduct from my staff.”

This was it. Mrs. Laurent drew the line in the sand. If Nesta didn’t apologize then she was risking her job. But if she did her pride would be crushed all because of filth like Tomas and Jurian.

Nesta bit her lip. If she lost this job then there was no way to help pay for her schooling and apartment rent. Sure she had money saved up, but it wouldn’t last more than three months.

“Nesta?” Mrs. Laurent impatiently tapped a finger on her arm.  “We are waiting.”

Nesta had to take care of Elain. Even if that meant tossing her pride and dignity aside for the sake of her little sister. She couldn’t fail her like she failed Feyre.

“I…I’m sorry,” Nesta choked out as if the words caused her pain. “I shouldn’t have let my emotions get the better of me.”

“No,” Cassian suddenly turned on Nesta and held her shoulders. “This is not your fault. Do you hear me Nesta?”

“I can’t risk it,” Nesta breathed. “If I lose my job over something like this…then…” Nesta didn’t want to voice her fears, but Cassian understood. His jaw clenched at seeing Nesta backed into a corner.

“Now that we have that settled,” Mrs. Laurent nodded to security that arrived. She pointed to Tomas and two of the men began to lead him out.

Nesta sighed in relief at seeing Tomas ushered toward the exit. Hopefully that was the last time she would ever see him again.

As she watched him leave Nesta failed to see that Mrs. Laurent also directed security to her as well.

“You will also be escorted out Archeron,” Mrs. Laurent said.

“What?” Nesta’s eyes widened in shock as one guard walked toward her. Cassian’s put himself between her and the approaching man.

“I can’t allow employees that cause such a disruption to remain here,” Mrs. Laurent face showed slight sadness at the prospect of losing Nesta who was one of her best workers. “There can be no exceptions.”

“But I thought that if I apologized…” Nesta trailed off.

Mrs. Laurent shook her head. “It was for your benefit so you wouldn’t feel guilty later on for your actions toward our guests. Having the opportunity to apologize will be better for your conscience.”

This couldn’t be happening. She was still getting fired. There was no point in apologizing to those undeserving bastards in the first place.

“Mrs. Laurent please reconsider,” Nesta pleaded. She hated it. This complete and utter display of weakness, but she had to do something. This job was the main source of income for Nesta to provide for her and Elain.

“I’m sorry Nesta, but you must leave,” Mrs. Laurent said. “I’ll deliver your last check in the mail. Don’t forget to grab your personal belongings on the way out.”

“That’s bullshit,” Cassian ground out. Rhysand grabbed his arm to prevent him from doing something drastic.

“Cassian you need to back off,” Rhys steadily commanded. “You’re only going to make things more hard for Nesta.”

Cassian’s head swiveled back to look at Nesta who was frozen in shock. Still trying to comprehend how her life had taken such a turn.

The security guard made to grab her elbow, but she jerkily pulled away before he made contact.

“I can walk myself out,” Nesta fixated a stern look at the guard who looked a bit unnerved. He followed her to the exit as she strode passed him. Nesta kept her head held high even though whispers followed her out the doors.

“I apologize for the inconvenience ladies and gentlemen,” Mrs. Laurent said to the customers. “Please enjoy the rest of your evening meal.”

Cassian eyed the door where Nesta left.

“Is there anything wrong sir?” Mrs. Laurent broke his concentration.

“Yes there is,” Cassian frowned at the manager. “You’re wrong. And so are these Hybern customers who harassed not only Nesta, but your staff for the past few years.”

“You have no idea-”

“Don’t,” Cassian fumed and set a determined look toward Mrs. Laurent. Hazel eyes still simmering in anger. “Don’t you dare say that we don’t know what’s going on. You’re the only one here that is blind to see what’s been happening.”

Mrs. Laurent looked ready to argue, but Rhysand stepped forward immediately drawing attention to his form.

“I think some dessert is in order to take the bitterness out of this situation don’t you think?” Rhysand smiled innocently at the manager who instantly became placated by the smoothness of Rhysand’s words.

“Let me personally have some dessert menus delivered to your table,” Mrs. Laurent walked off leaving a fuming Cassian and relaxed Rhysand.

Casually Rhysand began to make his way back to his table, but he placed a hand on Cassian’s shoulder. Grounding him to not make any rash decisions with Jurian smirking at them in triumphant at what had transpired before him.

“Go to her,” Rhysand didn’t have to say whom he meant. His next words were a quiet warning for Cassian’s ears only. “Do not go after that man.”

Cassian clenched his fists. That man, Tomas, was a monster. The urge – no the need to punish him for what he did to Nesta was impossible to defy.

“We need more background on him before we can pursue any legal action,” Rhysand finished softly. They would make Tomas pay. Not now, but in due time when the evidence was stacked in their favor. Rhysand and the others would make sure of it. Cassian just had to be patient until they could take the bastard down.

“Fine,” Cassian understood, but that didn’t mean he liked waiting. “I won’t touch him.”

“Or talk to him,” Rhysand knew his friend who was more like a brother to him. Cassian was known for brute strength, but his words were also a force to be reckoned with. Especially when those he loved were involved. And Nesta had become increasingly precious to Cassian over the past few months.

“We can’t let them get away with this,” Cassian said.

“And they won’t,” Rhysand agreed. He patted Cassian’s shoulder once before returning to his table.

Cassian then left the restaurant to find Nesta. He had to ask around before another server told him that she had already grabbed her belongings and was heading to the exit that led outside.

After doubling back Cassian made his way through the waiting area where people stood in-line to walk in for their reservations. It didn’t take him long to see over the people’s heads and spot Nesta already walking out the doors into the already darkened Prythian streets.

He quickened his pace and rushed out the doors. Nesta continued walking down the sidewalk with her arms curled around her body. The dark grey pea coat she wore billowed against a rough gust of wind.

“Nesta! Wait!” Cassian called. His voice caused her to stop, but she didn’t turn. Her shoulders stiffened in preparation of whatever he was about to say.

He approached and moved to stand at her side. “Nesta let me take you home.”

She turned to him then. Her face hard set in a neutral expression. Wall after wall was fortified against the onslaught of emotions in order to keep them inside to where no one could see them.

But Cassian knew. He could tell she was furious and upset. Most of all he understood that deep down she was suffering. From losing her job and what it meant combined with what she thought was a loss of dignity after apologizing to Jurian and the others.

It made him want to make Tomas and those other bastards beg for her forgiveness. He wanted to tuck her into his chest and let her release the emotions she was bottling up.

“Cassian I’m fine,” Nesta’s posture solid against the winter wind. “No need to worry about it.”

“Stop saying you’re fine when we both know it’s not,” Cassian rubbed a hand up her forearm. It was then that he noticed he had walked outside without grabbing his jacket and other items.

“Well there’s nothing that will change the past,” Nesta looked away from Cassian. She stared down the sidewalk with contempt. “I’ll just have to adjust and move forward.”

“I should have intervened earlier,” Cassian admitted. He could tell they were riling her up each time she had gone to their table.

“No,” Nesta shook her head and looked back at Cassian. “If you had gotten there any earlier I imagine it would have ended a lot messier than what it did.”

“Your shoulder,” Cassian glanced at where the glass had shattered on her. Beneath the jacket though he couldn’t tell if she was injured.

“I don’t have any battle scars if that’s what you’re trying to get at,” Nesta rolled her shoulder with ease. Not the slightest bit of pain showed on her face. Then again she was known for masking her feelings.

“I’d feel a lot better if you would let me drive you back to your apartment,” Cassian repeated. “Then I will check that shoulder myself to make sure you’re not lying.”

Nesta huffed in agitation. “Go back inside and enjoy that meal I gave you. It better not go to waste with you taking me home when I can easily take the subway.”

“He still might be out here,” Cassian looked around as if daring Tomas to show his face.

The implication made Nesta pause in fear. Finally she shook her head as she realized that Tomas wasn’t around. “He already left. I saw him take a cab earlier from the window before I walked outside.” Still she couldn’t avoid the dread and aggravation rolling around inside of her knowing that Tomas was in Prythian. She had thought leaving her hometown would be an escape, but now her nightmare was finally on her heels.

Ever so slowly Cassian reached one hand to cup Nesta’s face. She blinked in shock at the warmth of his palm cradling her cheek.  The last hour of events were finally taking a toll on Nesta. It was at that moment that a tear slid down her face and Cassian’s thumb brushed it away.

“I promise that I’ll protect you Nesta,” Cassian roughly spoke. “You and your sisters don’t need to worry about Tomas, Jurian or any other person who thinks they can try to hurt you.”

Nesta remained still at the words. His promise affected Nesta in a way nothing else had. Cassian vowed to protect her sisters, the two most important people in her life.

She swallowed and at last turned away from Cassian. The promise felt too good to be true. That anyone would even go to such lengths for Nesta to protect her family made her heart clench.

Cassian stared at Nesta as she wrangled with what he had just told her. Torn between wanting to show appreciation and claiming that she was strong enough to deal with this on her own.

“I wish you would just rely on me instead of trying to act all tough,” Cassian rubbed the back of his neck in frustration. “It’s ok to admit that you need help Nesta. Why not just accept it when someone offers to give you hand?”

“Because I don’t need it,” Nesta’s voice raised a fraction. She wanted it, but she felt that she didn’t deserve the right to have such a moving promise made by someone who would lay down everything for anyone who needed it.

“I can handle myself,” Nesta continued. She had to handle it, because if not who would take care of Elain, the rent and college funds?

“Like how you handled it inside? When Jurian and his fucking lackeys were treating you like shit the whole night?” Cassian’s voice lowered with each passing word from his lips. He was upset by the evening’s turnout and now Nesta wouldn’t even let him help. “Or maybe when Tomas grabbed you and was about to hit you? Was it handled then?”

Nesta’s face looked stricken before she swiftly hid her emotions. Cassian caught it though. He quickly realized his mistake.

“Nesta…I didn’t mean –”

“Fuck off Cassian,” Nesta shouldered by him roughly and set a quick pace for the subway station.

Cassian wasn’t going to let this go. They weren’t leaving each other like this. His longer legs immediately caught up to Nesta. Easily he wove into her path.

“Would you stop running from me?” Cassian remained firmly in front of Nesta as she tried to cut him down with her icy stare.

“I’m not running, especially not from some jerk who thinks he knows everything!”

“Maybe if you would talk to me then I would understand,” Cassian gritted out. He wouldn’t be surprised if steam was rolling off from him in this cold air.

“I can’t,” Nesta tried to find the words as she looked away. A car passed by and Nesta still had yet to form any sort of explanation.

“You can’t?” Cassian crossed his arms. Not because he was cold, but that he waiting for her answer. The posture was that akin to a commander waiting for a response. Or perhaps a petulant child who wasn’t going to give up until they got what they wanted.

Nesta blinked. And soon enough she was trying to blink back tears.

“You’re such an idiot,” Nesta whispered.

“What was that?” Cassian questioned. “I’m the idiot. Because the person I care for doesn’t even trust me enough to talk about this?”

“No that’s not the reason,” Nesta still looked toward the street.

“Then look at me and tell me why,” Cassian huffed out bitterly.

“Because it hurts!” Nesta whipped her head around and Cassian saw two tear tracks that left wet trails on her cheeks. “I can’t talk about what happened, because it hurts to remember.”

Cassian stood frozen in shock. He shook himself out of his stupor to finally respond as Nesta wiped her tears away.

“I’m sorry…Nesta I –” Cassian reached for her again.

“Just stop!” Nesta dodged his hand. “I don’t need this. I don’t need Tomas, my dad or anyone else that has made everything worse. And I don’t need your damn apology or help!” Her voice cracked at she cried out her last statement. This time when she brushed by Cassian he didn’t stop her.

In the winter night he stood still with his hand dropping down to his side. Finally he returned back to the restuarent with peculiar looks by everyone in the building that noticed him from before.

He sat down and stared at the herb-roasted chicken that Nesta had given him earlier. The memory of the slight warmth in her hands had faded from the cold air outside.

“Cassian?” Amren’s cat like eyes were faintly concerned.

He shook his head not wanting to talk about what had transpired outside.

Amren shared a look with Rhysand. They knew something had happened, but they would wait to question him later on in privacy.

Slowly Cassian began to eat his food. It was tasteless in his mouth.

Dessert was then served with Rhysand paying for it. Cassian watched as Clare also delivered a couple bowls of ice cream to the Hybern table.

Jurian’s confused look prompted Clare to point out that the dishes were sent by Rhysand.

Cassian raised a subtle brow at Rhysand as he watched Jurian glance at their table.

Clare said something else that made Jurian’s face tighten.

“What did she say?” Cassian asked Rhysand who merely turned and smirked at Jurian.

“I requested that she serve him ice-cream and to deliver a message that some of the best dishes are served cold.”

“Like revenge,” Amren agreed sweetly. Her eyes glinting at what the future may hold in store for Hybern.

Cassian nodded before finishing the rest of his meal. Slowly the bitterness of the evening began to taste better knowing that Hybern would soon be getting a dose of revenge.

Fated, a Modern Royals AU.
Part One of a new series, we’re bigger than we ever dreamed.

It should have been Brandon. Charming, witty, intelligent, quick tempered and rash Brandon. Brandon was who received all the training, sitting in on their father’s meetings and learning to rule directly from the King in the North, Rickard VII. 

A single car crash changed all of that. The driver had a heart attack at the wheel, barreling into a barricade and crash landing into a ravine.

Part 6 of Raymond de Merville x fem!reader drabble series.

A/N: As always, thank you so much for keeping up with this series. I know it’s being formatted as imagines, but it’s pretty much becoming a full length fan fiction by the looks of it. 

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France 1209AD

Snow flurries came and went over the next few days, a sure sign that a storm was approaching. The weather had all of a sudden taken a turn for the worst, with temperatures plummeting to minus figures overnight. You remained in bed, listening to the gathering wind outside as it whined against the walls of the house. A fever had taken hold of you and you would sweat uncontrollably, shaking under the covers. You felt as if you could not get warm enough, yet your skin was red hot to the touch. 

Maids flitted in and out, bringing you hot drinks and food. But all you wanted was water and would turn everything else away. In between sleeping and drinking you would try and sit up, feeling nausea and dizziness over take you as you tried to look out the window opposite your bed. Your dreams were always a mangled mess of past times which you had lived in the world’s future; you saw images of your work place, the science lab where you had disappeared from. You could still see the flash of light and the shouts of one of the main scientists, demanding the machine be shut down, but it was too late. You knew in your heart that that was the last anyone of the twenty first century would see of you. Were you the only one to be sent into the past? Or had other people been sent scattered all across time? Why 1209? What was so significant about this time and place. 

Between your dreams and deep sleep, you saw flashes of Raymond and would hear his voice. That baritone voice would spread through you, melting so deliciously within. Even in the midst of a high fever, he still made you quiver for him. 

One morning, when your fever had begun to subside, you sat up in bed, groaning as you felt the dizziness become stronger. A maid dashed to you, helping you up. You thanked her, nodding your head to her. She was such a pretty young girl, her long, gold hair cascading down her back. The sight of her made you wonder why Raymond wanted you so badly and not this more beautiful girl. Maybe now he could set his sights elsewhere. However, he soon made you aware that this would not be the case. 

Raymond came to see you that morning, only looking at the maid once and then locked his sight on you, not letting it go. You were plain in comparison to that girl and it made you hang your head in shame as Raymond sat beside you. He noticed your actions. “You look as if something bothers you. And, does it?” Raymond asked, raising an eyebrow. 

Then the maid re-appeared, holding a tray of food and came towards you. You looked at the beautiful girl and then at Raymond, who was still watching you and then you looked back at he girl. 

When the maid had disappeared back downstairs, Raymond spoke again. “This has something to do with the serving girl. Correct?” he asked. That accent sent pleasurable shivers down your spine; you wanted him to be speaking sweet seduction in your ears with that accent. 

“You never paid any attention to her,” you said, feeling embarrassed by your oncoming admissions. 

“And why would I?” Raymond inquired. 

“Maybe because she’s more beautiful than I am,” you replied childishly. Having always been overshadowed by other women, cast into the darkness that their beauty radiated, you wanted Raymond to only want you. 

“She is….attractive, granted, but you do not see your own beauty,” Raymond replied. His eyes were growing heavy with lust again and the way he gazed at you was enough to send you overboard in your frustrations and throw yourself at him, giving your whole soul to him. “Why do you live in comparison of others? I once heard someone say: beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” Raymond moved from the seat next to your bed and sat beside you, turning his upper body towards you. Having him so close made you begin to feel that self control slip away. “This beholder sees you as the most beautiful creature made by God’s hands.” 

You moved closer to him, hearing him sigh as your heads were put an inch apart. His eyes moved down your face, and his hand slipped up your cheek and around your head, his fingers lacing in your hair. “Give yourself to me,” he whispered to you, his ice blue eyes burning into yours. 

Your lips met and you began to forget what you had previously been discussing. You wanted this man; you wanted to give your heart to him, your body and everything you had to offer. But a sliver of apprehension was still pulling you back, chaining you to doubt. 

The kiss became deeper, until you were panting and moaning in each other’s arms, needing more. You whispered his name in his ear and heard him growl in response. Then your hand trailed down his stomach, brushing over the fabric of his tunic. Lower and lower. And then you felt his arousal for you, burning and throbbing in his breeches. 

“Oh!” a gasp came. The maid had re-appeared and was standing in the doorway. 

Angrily, Raymond got up from the bed, glared at the girl and slammed the door in her face. 

DAY 3237

Jalsa, Mumbai                   Feb 7/8,  2017                  Tue/Wed 12:18 am




Birthday - EF - Salma Ahemad Elsherbiny , Sarojnie Gariba, and the dear Vikas Bansal Ef … 

Wed, February 8

and our wishes go out to both of you Ef on your birthday and hope and pray for love and happiness ever ..





And so we celebrate the 37 years of this film ‘Do aur Do Panch’ .. a fun filled adventure that had a bit of everything in it .. which was really the norm in those days ..  

this be Rakesh the director of the film , who you may know is the Father of the daughter that I mentioned a short while ago .. he was 1st assistant with Prakash Mehra on Zanjeer, and then we did many films together

at the first day mahurat of the film in Chennai .. the producer of the film, Chinappa Devar is the one with all the incense and tilak and tika on his body, err .. upper body, .. first from left ..

A most unique individual .. he was very fond of Jaya and treated her like his own daughter .. she worked with him in a film ‘Gai aur Gauri’ ..

Devar had some special qualities .. all that he earned he would donate half from each film to Tirupati God .. whatever he had with him he would carry in his clothing .. would loop his lungi and fill it with cash and give it out to the Tirupati God .. an ever smiling generous man .. with a loud gruff voice, but never in anger .. always in light hearted manner ..

the good ‘ol days of yore amidst the people of yore ..



A day filled with activity that shall be made public in due course .. suffice to say that the deed of the future works were being put in place .. and the place was not too objectionable .. 

A calendar is brought out in great presentation of the stars of today in the film firmament .. and all those that rule the roost feature in each page month and year .. average age of all those that adorn the pages, around 28, or thereabouts … and among the page dedicated to me, there I am in leather and bike, shades and dog in place, with a smile .. which is really so essential ..

But as I glance through this yearly routine, I find myself prominently displayed at the my Month of birth, but awkward, so awkward to be a 75 year old there ..!!

There is that popular general magazine, on topics of politics and general, that has conducted a poll through out the country, on various subjects. But one that catches my eye and makes challenging remarks is consistently in correct ..

Stars, men, to rule the roost they say in the Film world  are : Salman 15%, SRK, Aamir, and yours truly all tied at 9% .. I mean what ..? like I am on the same plane as these stratospheric stars .. ?? No ..that is yet another computer error !


During the course of the day .. so many thoughts and ideas floating about ..hearing them and imagining their outcome and the enthusiasm, is so refreshing and delicate. Some times it helps to just remain silent for a while, and persevere in finding the right solution of deliverance ..

Sounding a bit confused .. right then ..

Good Night .. !!!

Amitabh Bachchan

Bagels and Letters

request from @heart-baek-bleed (Queennie, thanks for requesting~ hope you enjoy it!)

Can you write a Ravi fluff when she kept missing him so he decided to write a letter for her to comfort her? (Please no smut ones because I’m 17 >_>) 

Ravi/Kim Wonsik x reader

Originally posted by nosleeptbh

The sound of your alarm resonated within the room as you struggled to brush away sleep from your eyes since you were up all night sketching a draft for the next episode of your webtoon. A girl needs her beauty sleep, you know? Your hands searched for a blanket but felt something else entirely. Warm and soft cheeks. Faint stubble. 

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