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Giant: Ch. 4

When you know I don’t have nowhere else to go
Does it feel good to leave me on my own?

Previously on Giant

Though it was summer, too much happened after the funeral. Lena stayed at her apartment in the city for the summer. Work kept her busy, preparing for grad school kept her exhausted, keeping an eye on her father and brother kept her borderline crazy. Long ago, her duty washed away any artifact of herself, and of that she was damn near certain. 

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Coming Out - Part 2: The Boys

Coming out is hard. Coming out to the people you love when you are uncertain of their response is harder. This is the story of Will Byers coming out to the people he loves most, told in three seperate parts.

TW: homophobia, homophobic slurs

(Thank you @upsidedownwaffle for this amazing prompt!!! Everyone check them out!)

(Part 1: Eleven)

(Part 3: Family)

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~MOD SAERAN~Do you mean me CAUSE IM HONESTLY SO CLUMSY ITS SAD this is my first request here I go :) this is really long sorry so just read under the cut 


  • lord Jesus Christ this poor man 
  • He is already paranoid with leaving you alone
  •  Now ADDING THIS give this man some wine
  •  He literally redecorates the whole pent house because he doesn’t want to want there to be any reason of why you would trip 
  • he still doesnt understand its apart of your nature 
  • wants to hire doctors but there is NO CURE 
  •  He doesn’t like to leave you alone for a second because he is scared to death you will somehow knock into the door 
  • Do you think you are going to have privacy ?
  •  Nope not even for one second
  •  Because somehow you manage to trip on top of Elizabeth 3rd
  •  Do you know how confused and conflicted this man was because he didn’t know who to help first
  •  Of course he helped you first…. 
  • Anyways
  •  You felt bad so you decided to go to the nearest market and make Elizabeth 3rd special food
  •  While Jumin was taking care of Elizabeth needs
  •  You sneaked off by yourself and went to the elevator
  •  It was a miracle you didn’t trip on your way there 
  • You hold onto the necklace Jumin gave you so it can give you strength to not eat shit in front of so many people 
  • You finally made it outside
  •  You may of tripped ONCE but it’s a record
  •  You were waiting for the white light man to turn on
  •  And it finally did
  •  You looked both way and proceeded to walk 
  • Jumins senses is tingling
  • he then heard a scream
  •  It was your scream 
  • He ran outside with his guards behind him
  •  And he saw you on the floor and a car nearby 
  • He thought the worst He ran to you frantic, desperate desperate in hoping you weren’t hit 
  •  Lord JESUS CHRIST he was balling his eyes out when he went near you you were okay all you had was a scratch on your face
  •  he was ??? and you were laughing 
  •  you told him you weren’t hit because you were still and then you lost balance and fell forwards 
  •  jumin sued everyone that day he never been happier with your clumsy self since that day

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Character Profile Meme: Vaelrin Firestorm

Full Name: Vaelrin Firestorm

Other Names: Lord Firestorm, Captain ‘Black Jack’, Captain, Ranger-Captain, Wraith

Universe They Exist In: World of Warcraft

Gender and Sexuality: Cis male, straight but leans towards bi-curious. 

Pronouns: He/Him

Ethnicity/Species: ex-High Elf, Blood Elf

Birthplace and Birthdate: Born in his ancestral home Shallowbrook 950 years ago. I am bad with WoW timelines so subtract that number from whatever period we are in now.

Guilty Pleasures: Liquor, women, cigars, hunting, and sailing.

Phobias: Witchcraft, voodoo, supernatural.

What They Would Be Famous For: He’s famous for the one that got away during a murder investigation/trial. Said to have killed his wife though was framed. It’s the family’s black mark and one that was swept under the rug. Probably famous for being ‘Black Jack’ during his piracy days alongside other known sea terrors. Had a reputation for leaving an Ace and Jack card on any ship that was pillaged as his trademark.

What Have They / Would They Gotten Arrested For: 

Arrested (yet framed) for the murder of Callisto Firestorm and later the actual murderer who got away with the deed. Should be arrested for several centuries of piracy.

OC You Ship Them With: 

I currently like the ship with @retributionpriest Lirelle, but they’re the pairing that will never be since both of them are at odds and they’re both similar in the ‘yeah I don’t like relationships I’m going to run to the hills’. So for the moment their cute awkward yet cuddly friends. I also love (LOVE…LOOOOVE) the great hateship that is @azriah Azriah and the weird-unusual-not-ship-but-this-is-hot-but-rip of @isei-silva  Deyaeus. I ship a lot of crack ships, too. Well not really ship but love to just humor the idea of it. (Vaelrin & Telchis is not one so get out).

He’s a polyamorous character that can be/fall in love with more than one person (as in being in love with the person, not just sex.), so it requires a lot of work and communication when done. While he’s quick to jump in bed with someone, thankfully he takes a million years to fall in love with them, if at all. 

Right now, he’s single and will probably remain that way for a while. We shall see what the future holds for a few months or a year. 

Your Favorite OC Relationships

I am truly digging and in love with the bonding friendship between @dorksworn Caeliri and Vaelrin. The way they became enemies to friends has been a blast to role play (and the player is awesome, too!). It’s been years since I played a good naturally happened friendship RP. I had one for Aestiah but uh …. yeah … not going to go there. There may be one I can build upon with Sederis and Vaelrin eventually. ANYWAY, I also love his relationship with his crew. A group of folks who made a family-type style RP by being members of his crew consisting of @sakialyn , @pyrar , @raserus , and synthiel who I can’t tag. Love the growing friendship and respectable relationship with Esme @jessipalooza and Vaelrin. They’re a favorite yes. I am digging all the up and coming small stories and friendships with Velianor @ocarina-of-what , Eldriana @sparklepriest , Felo’thore @brothersemberfell , Elleynah @stormandozone , Cere’thien @lissanaria , SHADENII OR HIS NEW WARLOCKY NAME @meeshay , and eventually when I get to it A CERTAIN PALADIN’S ROGUE (I can’t find his tumble I will tag him eventually.) Gosh, there’s a lot of story relationships I like. There’s some I’m hoping will happen too, like with any of Felthier’s character and Zalin’s DH. I will just say I love @thesunguardmg .

OC Most Likely To Murder Them:

Azriah. I think I’ve said this before, lmao.  I’m sure there are a few people who want to see him die. Me too, random people. Me too.

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The Maze Runner: Newt - I’ll Do My Best

Prompt: You’re given the responsibility of being Head Cook for one day, will you have enough confidence to get through it? Or does someone help you long the way?

You stare at the dozen eggs frying in front of you, sizzling over the oil and grease in each pan. It’s like they stare back at you; like they’re taunting and teasing you. They know you’re liable to burn them, like every other morning when Frypan’s put you on egg duty.

But this morning, you cannot burn them. You cannot knock the pans off the stove and splash hot oil and half cooked eggs everywhere. You cannot make absolutely any mistakes because Alby and Frypan trusted you with the duty of leading the rest of the Cooks this morning. Even if Frypan tried to convince Alby not to give you the chance… and you agreeing with him… Even so, you are to do the absolute best job otherwise Alby will never trust you with anything.

Frypan being so sick that he has to stay in bed however, is a plus. If he stood by watching your every move you think you would have a nervous breakdown.  

“Okay everyone… Just keep doing what you’re doing, I’ll check each station once this batch of eggs are done!”

You hear a few mumbles being thrown your way, half-asleep or half unenthusiastic… because you’re in charge and they don’t see much authority within you.

Once the first batch of eggs are finished you walk around to each station making sure no one is fooling about and that everything is going smoothly. You correct a few Cooks which makes you feel embarrassed to have to do so, especially when they give you a dirty look after. But you keep at it, and even change up a few things here and there. Which doesn’t seem to get many disagreements from anyone else.

By the end of prep and cooking for the breakfast round is finished, you sigh and almost collapse into a chair in the Kitchens as all the Cooks take their own plates of food outside to eat. You stare around at the mess in the room and shake your head, pots and pans, scraps of unwanted food, puddles of oil and other messes decorate the room.

Even though it felt like you had to go through blood, sweat and tears just to push out some breakfast… even though it took so much effort, you know you did the best you could do and you’re somewhat happy with that. But you’re too nervous to ask anyone outside how the meal tastes, and so nervous to even have an appetite so you go ahead with the cleaning.

And soon, after you open the roller-window and place the plastic tubs on the bench, the Gladers file into a line and pass-by carefully placing their dishes into each tub. You ignore them at first, not listening to their tired talk, but as the dishes grow you start to hear what they say a bit better.

“Awesome breakfast, Y/N!”

“Really good job!”

“Can’t wait for dinner!”

“You should be rostered on more!”

“At least we know if something happens to Frypan, we’ll always have good food!”

You smile as they compliment you, but inside you feel shocked. Surprised. So confused and in disbelief that you might faint. Or maybe that’s just the fumes of bacon and eggs getting to you. Nevertheless, you never would have guessed that words like these would be said to you; ever. It puts you into the best mood, and so scrubbing the dirty dishes doesn’t seem as bad.

Dinner is just as much effort, probably even more. There are more things to fry or bake, more things to keep your eyes on. You slip up a few times and decide that tossing the mistakes you made into the bin is a better choice than serving them to hungry Gladers. Especially since they’re all hungry male Gladers. You’ve noticed the hunger doesn’t affect girls as greatly.

Halfway through cooking someone enters the Kitchens, a few people avert their eyes from you or suddenly become a bit more alive than before. You don’t notice who enters, and frankly you don’t have enough time to notice. Too many things are happening around you to check up on who it is, and if it was anything important they would talk to you or something. But they don’t, they just hang around in the back.

Again you change up a few things hoping that Frypan wouldn’t mind, this time however you have a lot more confidence since breakfast. So you don’t find yourself hesitating or asking others if it would be a good idea to change a few things. You just do it, and you find yourself having a lot more authority.

You open up the roller-window again so the Gladers can come pick up their plates of food. They all smile and remind you how good breakfast was. Newt slides by and winks at you as he passes which sends a splash of red over your cheeks and neck, thankfully you manage to shake away that nervous embarrassment.

The last of the line collects the food, and you get ready to clean up but someone steps out of the corner of your eye and takes one of the last plates for themselves. It’s Frypan. His skin doesn’t look as sickly as it had, and the redness in his noise has faded almost completely. His eyes have a bit more of a vibrant colour to them and he seems to be breathing a lot smoother.

But he’s awake, he’s up, and he’s well enough to have an appetite for your food.

“Oh no,” you whisper to yourself, breathing in a big gulp of air out of anxiety. He only nods over to you before making his way to a picnic table outside. You keep frozen in place, other Cooks staring at you and asking if you’re alright. “Oh God, he’s going to eat my food.”

“It’s okay, your food tastes really good!”

You shake your head, “But its Frypan. He… He’s the cook.”

Suddenly there’s a hand resting on your shoulder, you turn to face Newt; smiling. “Hey, Y/N.” But then he notices your apparent shock, “Whoa, you alright?”

“Uh… I don’t know.”

He raises an eyebrow, “What happened?”

“Frypan he… he’s awake. He’s up.”

Newt smiles, “Yeah, great isn’t it! Glad he’s feeling better… Wait, why is that a bad thing?”

Your breathing becomes heavier and faster, “Because he’s eating dinner! He’s eating my food! The food I cooked!”

Newt looks to the side and then back to you and slowly replies, “Yeah… and that’s a damn good thing. He needs to know how glorious your food tastes!”

You raise your hands to your face, “Oh no, oh no, oh no…”

Suddenly another person walks into the Kitchens, it’s Frypan again. He places his dish into one of the plastic tubs and then spins around, ready to walk out.

“Frypan, hey!” Newt says, “How’d you like dinner?”

It’s like all the air is sucked out of the room, you can’t breathe, you can’t think… you can’t feel.

“It was…” Frypan starts, his voice a little croaky from not being able to use it for so long. “Oh dammit, it was one of the best meals I’ve ever tasted.”

Your eyes grow wide, and you look over at Newt who smiles hugely at you. Frypan shakes his head, “Well, when I say ‘the best meal I’ve ever tasted’, really I mean… I mean…” He looks at his feet for a moment, “Well, I can cook better.”

You find yourself laughing, which you never dreamt of in a million years that you’d be laughing at Frypan’s awkwardness. Newt joins in and so do other Gladers who noticed Frypan’s huge compliment. And then Frypan starts to laugh a little too before exiting the Kitchens, as he leaves he calls out to you, “Good job with dinner, ya’ shank. But don’t even think about trying to take my job anytime soon!”

You giggle a little longer, and then Newt brings two plates over to you. “Wanna eat with me tonight? I’m sure the other Cooks can takeover cleaning up tonight.”

You smile, blushing brightly, “That would be nice, thank you.”

As you both make your way to the grass you hear wolf-whistles and ‘ooh la la’s’ spouted your way. Minho soon joins the both of you, and says, “Ah Newt, you sure do have your ways.”

You frown in confusion, “Sorry?”

Minho laughs cheekily and Newt gives him a warning look, but Minho only ignores him. “Y/N, we all love your food. But didn’t you think it was strange that every single Glader voiced that after breakfast?”

“Uh…” You look between the two, “I guess so.”

“Exactly! Not every Glader is as opinionated or confident enough to tell others how they feel. But after this shank,” he gestures to Newt, who now is coloured the brightest red you have ever seen, “told everyone to compliment your food, well… We all knew his plan. Plus, your food really is amazing so one compliment from everyone wouldn’t hurt.” He gives you both a wink before leaving immediately, laughing hysterically as he reaches Thomas on the other side.

You look over at Newt who seems to be trying hard not to freeze up completely. You smile, “You really did that, for me?”

He softens, warmth colouring his eyes. He starts to smile, looking down at his hands in his lap, “Well… You were so shucked up about having to lead the Cooks. I mean, I knew you were going to do a good job, which was why I encouraged Alby to give you the chance. But I wanted you to feel good about doing it, so that was the only way I thought I could give you some confidence.”

Until this moment, you have never felt so much affection and gratitude for someone, ever. You smile even wider and give Newt a small kiss on the cheek, “Well it worked, I don’t think I could have done dinner without your confidence booster this morning. So thank you.”

The other Cooks soon serve dessert, and you eat it by the biggest bonfire yet with Newt, and you feel happier than you ever thought you could.

How to Change a Fuqboi (Namjoon)

Word Count: 2,967

Loosely inspired by the song “Fuqboi” by Hey Violet

Rated M (language and suggestive content)

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How To Change A Fuqboi

Volume 1: Happenstance (Jungkook)
Volume 2: For-Getting His Attention (Jimin)
Volume 3: Bonding and Binding (Taehyung)
Volume 4: One and Done (Yoongi)
Volume 5: Unintentional Liar (Seokjin)
Volume 6: To Be Loved (Namjoon)
Volume 7: Checklist (Hoseok)



Have you REALLY not learned your lesson? After five volumes, FIVE, WHY are you STILL confused on this topic? What else can I SAY about it? FOR FUCK’S SAKE I’VE EVEN TAUGHT YOU HOW TO AVOID FUCKBOYS. And you seemed to be doing so well too…

Are you just here for the angst? FINE! Bet your bottom dollar, euro, yen, won, or whatever currency you use…I’ll give you angst.

You stare at the cart full of clothes that you know will eventually have to go back out on the sales floor, dismay, irritation, and hatred for your job pumping through your veins like blood itself. There’s supposed to be an item limit per dressing room, but does anyone ever enforce or adhere to it? Nope.

Of course not.

You let out a heavy sigh, resting your hand on the first hanger of many. The least you could do would be to start sorting- yeah, now sounds like a great time for a break.

“Minji,” you call out as soon as you see her, texting behind a display of graphic tees, “Can you do me a favor and cover my calls?”

“Ah babe, you know I love you and you know I would, but I was just about to go too… HEY! Let’s go on break together!” she weaves her way into the aisle to give you a hug.

“Yeah, sounds good,” you smile, running your fingers affectionately through her hair as she crushes you. Dumping the responsibility of your calls onto the woman in the men’s department, both you and Minji make your way to the break room, spending your meager fifteen minutes catching up and hastily scarfing down food.

Just as you manage to find the bottom of your cup-noodles and Minji’s tone indicates she’s nearing the end of her “this one douchebag almost ran me over” story, the door opens behind you.

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3 + KV?

3. “You could have been hurt.”

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“This is going to hurt,” Cisco warned. They were on opposite sides of their usual equation- Caitlin wounded in the med bay, and Cisco patching her up. A month ago, it was unheard of; these days, a common occurrence.

“It’s fine, I-” Caitlin gasped sharply and swore. “Was that really necessary?”

“You have gravel embedded in your leg,” he said, and poked at it again with one of her clean metal tools. She gripped the edge of the table hard. “There, that’s the last of it, I think. I’m gonna clean it now.”

“Okay, but this time, give me- ow!” He did not give her warning, as proven by the fiery sting that bit up her leg. “I could do this more efficiently by myself,” she said, a little snippily.

“But you’re not,” he said in a flat voice. He picked up the roll of sterile bandages and stretched it out. He stared at it, like he’d forgotten what to do with it. “Besides, you know what’s even more efficient? Not going after crazy-ass metas in the middle of the night by yourself.”

His brittle tone caught her attention. “You’re mad about that?”

“Gee, I dunno, Cait, did you or did you not almost get killed? Did you or did you not get your clock cleaned and did or did I not find you unconscious on the ground, and you might have died if your panic button hadn’t activated?”

Her cheeks burned. “You and Barry and Wally endanger yourselves all the time.”

“Not alone!” Cisco dropped the roll on the table and snapped his head up to look at her. “And certainly not without telling anyone. We go as a team, so that we can have each other’s backs. That way we don’t- that way no-one gets hurt.” He picked the bandages back up and began to wrap it around her leg.

She waited for him to say something, but his stony silence spoke volumes. “I’ve been doing this for weeks,” she retorted, before she could stop herself. He glanced up at her sharply. “And I’ve actually stopped some of them. I’ve done a lot of good, while the rest of you are preoccupied with fulfilling Barry’s latest personal mission.”

“And every single night, you’ve come to my place with a wound or turned up the next morning with one.” He ripped the bandage and picked up the medical tape from the table. “There’s literally no reason for you to be doing this alone. What are you playing at, Caitlin?”

Caitlin watched the side of his head. “I’m trying to make up for everything,” she said finally, and he turned to look at her, his face unreadable. “Ever since I came back from- from being her, after everything that I did, I feel like I have so much atoning to do.”

He paused with his hand on her calf, his thumb pressed softly against the tender edge of the wound. “That wasn’t you.”

“Yes, it was. People got hurt because of me. Iris almost died because of me.” She twisted her fingers in a lock of her hair. So very blonde. “I just figure, I need to be doing everything I can to even the score.”

He secured the bandage with a piece of tape and looked up at her. “So that’s what this is, then? A cry for help?”

“I’m just trying to make things right.”

“Really? Because it seems like you’re endangering yourself on purpose.”

She couldn’t argue with that. Part of her half hoped that if a meta got the better of her, maybe she wouldn’t wake up, and then everyone would be safer. She knew she couldn’t tell Cisco that. “I’m not going to stop.”

“I know,” he said, and took a breath as if he were about to say something, and then stopped. “You’re good to go.”

She watched as he stood up. “That’s it? You’re not gonna frog-march me home, lecture me about being safe?”

He glanced back at her. “I can’t make you care about yourself,” he said in a soft voice. “But-” and he stopped himself again.

She stood up. “But?” she prompted.

“You could have been hurt,” Cisco said. “Worse, I mean. No matter how you feel about yourself right now, Caitlin Snow is very important to me, and I’m gonna be pissed if something happens to her.”

“I’m not going to stop,” she said again. She couldn’t stop, even if she wanted to. If she did, she would have too many thoughts, and no outlet for the awful little voice that guided her when she was taking down metas and criminals.

He looked at her in a way that hurt her more than she wanted it to. “Okay,” he said quietly. “Good night, Caitlin.”

“Good night, Cisco,” she said, but he was already out the door.

Perception (Jungkook x Reader), pt.1

There’s a lot you’d like to know about him.

Part 2 Part 3 ○ inspired by this post

2.7k words, jungkook/reader ft. yoongi, hogwarts au

There’s a new student in the seat next to yours.

Carefully, you fish out your schedule from the folds of your robes to confirm: Study of Ancient Runes, Class 6A. Fourth Period. Yep, you’re in the right place.

You stare at the boy from where you’re standing in the corner of the busy classroom. All the other students are excitedly chattering with each other, catching up, exchanging stories. He’s hot. And judging from his robes, he’s a Slytherin. But he also seems so lonely, isolated in his own bubble, sitting at the desk by himself.

You end up standing there and admiring his side profile until you realize that crap, class is starting, and finally hurry into your seat, sliding in next to him. He only spares you a glance before turning his attention back to the front of the classroom.

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“First Meetings” Series: Park Jimin

Jimin x Reader fluff

This is a fluff series that describes and recounts how the Reader meets each of the BTS members. All of them are different stories with one specific member! :)

And last but not least our adorable Chim-Chims! :D

A/N: Don’t worry, I didn’t forget him teehee ~ Sorry for the mistakes. This is dedicated to one of my close friends who is leaving to study abroad in Korea in a few hours and I wanted her to read it before she went to bed/got on the plane ~ Hope you enjoy and thank you so much for all your support and likes for this series <3

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Flights & Fate.

          You exhaled as you finally checked in those two insanely large bags you had lugged with you into the airport. You had wanted to pack light, but you knew that your stay would be lengthy in Korea. You just felt so right there. And ever since you had studied abroad, moving there permanently was an idea you flirted with constantly. You decided to take a long vacation there to confirm your feelings – whether it was simply wanderlust or reminiscent on those thrilling times of your school days or something else entirely whispering that you belonged in that country. Your friends all encouraged you, knowing that it had always been your dream to study there at first, but when you returned, they knew that you wouldn’t be satisfied by just that anymore.

           So here you were. You had lugged two enormous suitcases full of clothes, necessities, and souvenirs. Now you were simply adorning a smaller carry-on suitcase and a backpack as you made your way to the line for check in. However, your smaller luggage had a tricky wheel and it really wasn’t paying heed to the direction you were dragging it in. It zigzagged and you had to apologize consistently for almost tripping passerbys while getting looks of confusion and judgment. You bowed slightly, embarrassed and decided to see if you could fix it or anything. So you stopped in the middle of the walkway and knelt down moving the broken wheel around full of hope. Your legs were shaking a little with the weight of your backpack so you threw it on top the suitcase, thinking of nothing but getting rid of the weight. As a result, your entire suitcase fell forward with the new heaviness and you only earned yourself a few more stares. You wanted to slam your palm on your face. You weren’t off to a good start. You were already nervous about what you were going to discover on this spontaneous trip, maybe this was a bad omen and a sign you shouldn’t go? As you sat there, staring at your fallen luggage contemplating on whether it was a symbol of your life falling apart, a voice brought you back to reality.

           "You…okay?“ the voice was a bit unsure, but genuinely concerned.

           You could tell right away it was a bit of broken English so you looked up to find yourself wanting to crawl into a hole. Standing above you, staring at you worriedly was none other than an attractive man. He had soft black hair that wisped to the side obediently and beautiful round eyes. You gawked at him, wondering if you were hallucinating.

           "Umm…” he looked side to side, trying to remember the bits of English he learned over the years. “You…need help?”

           He knelt down so that you were face to face. He studied your suitcase when he didn’t hear a response and noticed the tricky wheel.

           "Checking in?“ he questioned and you nodded.

           "Uh yeah. I am. The wheel is broken I think…” You regained your conscience and snapped out of your awe.

           This man was beautiful, and you wanted to faint right then and there when his lips curled up happily at hearing you finally respond.

           "I carry it…for you.“ He easily lifted up your suitcase with one hand and you hurriedly scrambled up.

           "No, no! It’s okay! I’d feel bad!” You were flustered by his kindness.

           He just simply smiled and shook his head, walking towards the check in line. You noticed he was holding a passport and plane ticket too so you grabbed your backpack, hurrying after him.

           "Thank you.“ You blushed as he gestured for the people that had lined up between you and him to move in front so you two would be near each other.

           "You’re…welcome.” he grinned, satisfied with his good deed.

           Suddenly his phone rang and he looked at you apologetically before picking it up. “Oh Taehyung-ah.”

           Your ears perked up as you heard him speaking Korean, understanding his conversation fully. An excitement bubbled inside you. You wanted to practice your Korean speaking skills before getting to the country. It wasn’t the same speaking to the friends you made when studying abroad through webcam. When things got a little hard to express, you knew they would understand your English anyway. But now here was a Korean native in front of you and you wanted to test how well you would fare now that you were more knowledgeable.

           Jimin had some business in America for a few weeks and he was on his way back home to Korea. Taehyung had called to tell him how things went with his spontaneous escape back to his hometown and his search for his first love. Jimin couldn’t help but laugh at how animatedly his friend spoke about their fateful reunion and how they admitted that they had had feelings for the other in a long time. He was genuinely happy for his friend, but also a little sad. Although he made the excuse of having business in America, that was only for a week. The other two weeks he just wanted to spend on his own travelling around, searching for himself and just enjoying the perks of being single. But truthfully, he was a bit jealous of his best friends. They had all already found someone that they cherished and loved wholeheartedly, while he enjoyed being around them, it also felt a little lonely. He felt out of place, even though they loved everyone together. They went to him when they needed a listening ear or advice, and he loved being there for his friends. But he just wanted to get away from that and the feelings of jealousy he was harboring.

           Jimin wanted to fall in love too but not just with anyone. He wanted someone that he clicked with. Someone who was comfortable yet adventurous. Someone who could take care of him but also would allow him to take care of her. He had gone on a few blind dates that his hyungs had recommended for him, but while they were all lovely women, he never felt that connection. Seeing his hyungs and even his dongsaengs, he knew exactly what kind of love he deserved and wanted so he never settled just for the sake of going through the motions of love. He was hoping that the eldest, who had spent his entire time in medical school, would be the last to be in a relationship, but he had met someone perfect for him at a family friend’s wedding. Hoseok, Yoongi, and Taehyung all had someone they had loved from childhood and while that had its own pains, the timing of their love turned out to be for the best. Jungkook had found his love because he had gotten sick and couldn’t do a photo shoot and with push from Tae in college. Even Namjoon, who lived in the library all through university and with a book in front of his face for most of his life, had met someone. So where was his person?

           Yet he continued to smile as his bubbly friend recounted their first official date.

           "I can’t wait to finally meet her.“ he chuckled. "I feel like I’ve known her for forever since you talked about her so much.”

           You glanced over at him curiously as you heard his response. Whoever was on the other line was quite vibrant and loud. You couldn’t help but study the fondness that was displayed all over the man’s face as he listened to his friend. His eyes twinkled with genuine happiness at hearing whatever stories were being told. It melted your heart honestly. It had been awhile since you had seen someone express themselves so openly. Since he helped you out despite being in a foreign country, you were confident that he was a kind-hearted person.

           Jimin hung up as the line moved forward, lost in his own thoughts. However, your voice speaking fluent Korean made him turn around in surprise.

           "Going back home?“ You had asked shyly in formal Korean.

           You felt a bit smug and proud when his eyes widened, studying you carefully.

           "Don’t worry, I’m really a foreigner.” You laughed, seeing clearly that he was feeling guilty that he had assumed you were something you weren’t. “I just studied abroad and continued learning the language.”

           Jimin chuckled, kind of relieved that you could speak so well. He had wanted to converse with you since the line wasn’t moving quickly, but he wasn’t very good with English. He knew bits and pieces and most of them were generic phrases and questions.

           "Wow, that really surprised me.“ he commented. "Your Korean is great! I really thought you had lived there for awhile.”

           You blushed at his genuine compliment. “Thanks. I’m trying to practice before I get there. So I’m glad we came across each other.”

           Jimin laughed, which was far more angelic than you had expected. Unconsciously a wide smile formed on your face just from listening to it.

           Waiting in line was rather enjoyable for once when you talked with Jimin. It was just small talk but it was still entertaining and you found yourself study his little gestures and expressions. His face told a thousand words about his emotions and it made you shy the way he really looked at you while he listened. You were used to people looking down at the ground and nodding or casually scrolling through their phones. But he really seemed to care about what you were saying. Nothing deep was discussed. You both mainly discussed the weather, what your business was, and where you were going to go. Then you began taking advantage of speaking in a different tongue to observe the people around you and took to a self created game of making up their backgrounds and stories. You had always loved that. Wondering about what ifs, what was, and what could be. Some of your friends entertained ideas with you, but never for long and with as much enthusiasm as Jimin did. He easily agreed to your suggestion and your ideas flowed back and forth. The lengthy line passed quickly that way and you found yourselves at different check points sadly.

           You both chuckled as you were ushered to different lines but kept an eye on where the other was. Your suitcase took a little while to get out of the conveyer belt so you lost track of where your new friend was. As your eyes searched for him, he appeared behind you, taking back your luggage from your grip. You jumped back in surprise and you felt yourself falling a little for his gentle actions. He grinned, pleased that he had succeeded in his little trick.

           "Let’s go?“ he questioned as he gestured you to move forward.

           You smiled as you lead the way out of the queue. In your discussion, you had realized you two were taking the same flight. Sadly though, he was in first class while you were in economy. Considering the spontaneity of your trip, it was amazing you found a seat at all. Both of you grabbed quick snacks to take on the plane with you and continued your conversation until boarding time. You two were a little bummed to separate when First class was called. With a reluctant wave and a half hearted smile, Jimin headed out to get in line.

           You sighed and finally looked at your phone. Seeing all of the supportive messages and the hopes of safe travels made you smile. That’s right. There was a bigger purpose to the trip and the man seemed to have turned her mood around about it. It had started off all wrong but once he came into the picture, everything seemed to go right. You gasped as you realized that they hadn’t even exchanged names. She mentally kicked herself…how could you have forgotten the most important question?! Now you had no hopes of Facebook stalking him and awkwardly reaching out to him, if he had one anyway. Groaning, you replied a grateful thanks to all of her friends and family then listened to music to ease her mind.

           You were one of the last people to board the plane and you looked around for your seat that was all the way in the back, in the middle of two strangers. There was a young man staring out the window and sleeping already and the other one on the outside seat had a baseball cap and sunglasses on, scrolling through his phone nonchalantly. You heaved the carry-on suitcase that had been a pain on your butt since early and as if in retaliation, the tricky wheel got caught on the bottom of the compartment.

           You weren’t exactly tall so lifting this suitcase up was already a big feat for you but now you were struggling to hold onto the weight and propping it up high enough to fit. You ended up stumbling back a bit and instinctively, the man on the outside of your row shot up and wrapped an arm around your waist. It seemed he was surprised by himself too because his eyebrows shot up and he stared at you.

           "Hey!” he called out and you immediately recognized the voice.

           "Hey!“ You gasped – it was the man you had met earlier.

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The Switch

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader

Summary: You accidentally swapped phones with someone at a concert last night.

A/N: Now that this is done I’m going to work on some Dean things and the rest of my Seth requests soon and I also have an idea for a Finn Christmas fic, but I’ll figure that out sometime soon as well, hopefully. And then of course there’s Infidelity :) Anyway, enjoy!

@nickysmum1909 @kimmyt1225

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My Good Boy (Part.1)

Artist : Jay Park

Debut as a solo singer in this ‘idol group singer trend’ is hard. Lucky I got full support from my agency. All I have is only good and unique voice to be called a singer. I produce my own song but I’m still far from professional producer. I don’t get any surgery on my face or body. It’s not because I’m confidence enough with my appearance but I don’t have any courage to do surgery. So I still life with my petite and curve less body. Maybe that’s one of the reason I never obsess with guy that has nice body. I prefer the skinny one just like me. I find a guy with muscles and abs a little bit gross. They usually love to show off their body or take pictures of their clothes less upper body.

Tonight is my first all-kill celebration party. Partying is really not my style. I don’t drink and can’t dance. I hate how they bump into each other with clothes less body. The smoke from cigarette always fill the club’s air, I can barely breath there. But tonight my agency threw me a party and I can’t say no. They already work hard to support me and I should thank them. Of course we didn’t rent the entry club. We just reserve some table for our staff so many other people there.

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Marked (Part 2)

Summary: Soulmate AU! Whatever mark you get on your skin your soulmate gets it too but soulmate’s are really rare and one day you get bullied for it and Bucky is there to save you 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2,018

Warnings: nothing, it’s just fluff

A/N: I’m so happy that you guys loved Part 1 so much!I hope you like this part too! Tell me if you want a part 3!

Tagging: @bovaria @canikeepit-imkeepingit @liquidneptune @labgeek @feelmyroarrrr @arianaamaris @grace-for-sale @beautifulfound @duhbucky


Your mother immediately got up from the sofa when you closed the front door behind you. You were still smiling to yourself, thinking about Bucky and how long it would take him to call you like he’d promised. Your smile dropped as soon as you noticed the worried expression on your mothers face as she looked at your ruined dress and hair, the smeary eye make up and the brutal looking bruise on your face. 

“Y/N what happened?” she asked and rushed to your side, cupping your face into her small hands as she started studying your face for any more injuries. 

“I’m okay,” you quickly told her and smiled at her so that she could see that you weren’t hurt. The tensed expression on her face softened as soon as you’d told her that you were fine and once again it reminded you why you’d never be able to tell her what exactly had happened to your hair and your dress. Your hands were behind your back so that she couldn’t see the written digits of your phone number on them, which were only on your skin because you’d written it down on Bucky’s skin. The skin of your soulmate who shared every mark on his body with you. Whatever mark, bruise, scratch or even a simple written down digit was on his skin, you got it too. 

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I’m A Mess

Warning: Mentions of drug and alcohol abuse.

The rain bounces off the ground as you walk yourself home from work. You are cold and wet, which is not the best combination. It has been a long night all you want to do is get home and change out of these damp clothes. The night’s sky starts to roar as thunder rumbles in the clouds above, all the more reason for you to pick up the pace. It looks like a storm is coming and you definitely don’t want to be caught in that. 

When you pass the alley next to your apartment block, you see someone laying face down in a puddle, it’s hard to turn away and pretend you didn’t see anything. You go over to investigate, hoping to god that they aren’t dead. A couple stops to look at what you are doing, noticing you on your knees in a large puddle. They just stand there and stare. 

“Hey, could you help me please?” You ask them politely but they just scoff before they proceed with their journey with a big umbrella to shield them from the rain. 

“Jerks.” You say under your breath angrily, feeling disgusted. 

You are probably the first person to help this person out, which is a terrible thought. Who could just pass by and leave someone out in the rain like this? What is wrong with people these days? Regardless you are going to help them since no one else will. You roll them over onto their back to reveal that it is a young man with long red hair. His face is covered in stubble and a few cuts. It is then that you smell the strong stench of alcohol and sick coming from his clothes, which are also soaked right through. The main thing is he is still breathing. You put his arm around your shoulder and use all your strength to pick him up off the ground, he is heavier than he looks. 

Passers-by look on at you struggling towards your apartment judgingly. Not a single one of them offer you any help. This is the world you live in today, no one cares about anyone other than themselves. They would rather let this man die in the gutter than help him, it makes you feel sick. If not for you this guy probably would be dead because he would have been left out in the rain, the cold would have killed him. 

When you enter the building you make your way over to the elevator whilst still holding the stranger upright, supporting his waist. Thankfully the elevator is empty, you are done with people staring at the both of you like a piece of dirt on their shoe. It’s funny how they are judging you for helping someone out just because of how they look, assuming he is another common junkie. They don’t know what he has been through, so what gives them the right to judge? That’s the thing, no one thinks about what a person’s life might be like. Everyone deals with life differently but that doesn’t mean people should be allowed to make judgements on other’s lifestyles, especially when it doesn’t affect them directly. 

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‘Til The Sun Dies

Summary: You worried about him, but he would never fall for you. He was your sunshine, and she killed it. 


This was requested by @brendaunicorn

“ so i know i already request a story,but i just discovered this song ad i was wondering if you could do a taehyung scenario based on Alex & Sierra - Little Do You Know?”

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Soooo, I don’t know if this fits it–especially because the lyrics aren’t really anywhere in hear except for maybe the title. But I tried to make it fit with the lyrics. Ahhh, I’m sorry if this sucks. Let me know if you’re not happy with it and I’ll make a better one in the future. THERE WILL BE A PART TWO SOONISHISH.

Part Two

You had fallen in love with a man named Kim Taehyung, not only because he was the most gorgeous man on the planet, not only because his smiles were infectious and he had a magical ability to be deathly sexy when he wanted to, and not only because he giggled like a schoolgirl and was absolutely unafraid of everything that made up himself–these parts of Taehyung were just a cherry on top of the cake. You fell in love with him because he was the most beautiful human being you’d ever met–inside and out. He had a the power to conjure smiles from the depths of despair, and the ability to turn the air around him into a wine that people could get drunk on just by breathing; when he was around, every night felt like the full moon and every day the clouds would run from the force of his sunshine. He was perfection in its purest form.

But, you were none of these things, and he did not love you how you loved him.

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Children Answer Our Questions About Love and Marriage
  • "Eighty-four. Because at that age, you don't have to work anymore, and you can spend all your time loving each other." (Judy, 8)
  • "Once I'm done with kindergarten, I'm going to find me a wife." (Tommy, 5)
  • "On the first date, they just tell each other lies,and that usually gets them interested enough to go for a second date." (Mike, 10)
  • "You should never kiss a girl unless you have enough bucks to buy her a big ring and her own VCR, 'cause she'll want to have videos of the wedding." (Jim, 10)
  • "Never kiss in front of other people. It's a big embarrassing thing if anybody sees you. But if nobody sees you, I might be willing to try it with a handsome boy, but just for a few hours." (Kally, 9)
  • It's better for girls to be single, but not for boys. Boys need somebody to clean up after them." (Lynette, 9)
  • "It gives me a headache to think about that stuff. I'm just a kid. I don't need that kind of trouble." (Kenny, 7)
  • "No one is sure why it happens, but I heard it has something to do with how you smell. That's why perfume and deodorant are so popular." Jan, 9)
  • "I think you're supposed to get shot with an arrow or something, but the rest of it isn't supposed to be so painful." (Harlen, 8)
  • "Like an avalanche where you have to run for your life." (Roger, 9)
  • "If falling in love is anything like learning to spell, I don't want to do it. It takes to long to learn." (Leo, 7)
  • "If you want to be loved by somebody who isn't already in your family, it doesn't hurt to be beautiful." (Jeanne, 8)
  • "It isn't always just how you look. Look at me. I'm handsome like anything and I haven't got anybody to marry me yet." (Gary, 7)
  • "Beauty is skin deep. But how rich you are can last a long time." (Christine, 9)
  • "They want to make sure their rings don't fall off, because they paid good money for them." (David, 8)
  • "I'm in favor of love as long as it doesn't happen when 'The Simpsons' are on TV." (Anita, 6)
  • "Love will find you, even if you are trying to hide from it. I've been trying to hide from it since I was five, but the girls keep finding me." (Bobby, 8)
  • "I'm not rushing into being in love. I'm finding fourth grade hard enough." (Regina, 10)
  • "One of you should know how to write a check. Because, even if you have tons of love, there is still going to be a lot of bills." (Ava, 8)
  • "Tell them that you own a whole bunch of candy stores." (Del, 6)
  • "Don't do things like have smelly, green sneakers. You might get attention, but attention ain't the same thing as love." (Alonzo, 9)
  • "One way is to take the girl out to eat. Make sure it's something she likes to eat. French fries usually works for me." (Bart, 9)
  • "Just see if the man picks up the check. That's how you can tell if he's in love." (John, 9)
  • "Lovers will just be staring at each other and their food will get cold. Other people care more about the food." (Brad, 8)
  • "It's love if they order one of those desserts that are on fire. They like to order those because it's just like their hearts are on fire." (Christine, 9)
  • "The person is thinking: Yeah, I really do love him, but I hope he showers at least once a day." (Michelle, 9)
  • "You learn it right on the spot, when the 'gooshy' feelings get the best of you." (Doug, 7)
  • "It might help if you watched soap operas all day." (Carin, 9)
  • "It's never okay to kiss a boy. They always slobber all over you. That's why I stopped doing it." (Jean, 10)
  • "Spend most of your time loving instead of going to work." (Tom, 7)
  • Don't forget your wife's name...that will mess up the love." (Roger,8)
  • "Be a good kisser. It might make your wife forget that you never take the trash out." (Randy,8)

It was really hard for anyone not to catch feelings for Luke, whether romantic or otherwise. But once you had succumbed to the butterflies, it was like jumping out of an airplane. Everything buzzing around you until Luke showed up, finally giving your feet a safe place to land.

More difficult and scary than the jump was watching girls come into his life, then leave just as quickly as they’d appeared. Most excruciating of all was seeing Luke get attached to someone who simply wasn’t willing to invest themselves in him. Which is exactly what Luke always did. He was so eager to give someone the galaxies of love in his heart that he exposed them immediately. Only to have them discarded at his feet.

“She was a little iffy. Just my opinion, though,” I said grabbing a fist full of popcorn from the shared bucket Luke had situated in his lap.

The animated movie we had chosen to see was being screened in the smallest theater at the back of the Cinema. Every seat around us was vacant, an attribute I’m sure Luke took into consideration when he selected this film. He always got really chatty after a girl dumped him.

“You say that every single time,” he said.

“Well, you pick them not me.”

He threw a handful of buttery kernels over my head, “Don’t start a fight you can’t finish Hemmings.” I warned sternly

He retreated back into his rickety seat.

“I just don’t know what it’s gonna take to find the right girl ya know?” He said

Before I registered my words in my brain I said, “Maybe you’re just going about it wrong.”  

Luke tossed a piece of popcorn in the air and stuck his tongue out to capture it.

“What’d you mean?” He asked, one of his eyebrows kinked up at me.

“Nevermind”, I pointed and laughed at the screen hoping to divert his attention.

The expression on his scruffy face shifted and he turned in his seat so that his impossibly broad shoulders were fully facing me, “Just say it,” he urged.

“Okay, fine. You go to the same club, on the same nights, and order the same drinks. You sit in the same booth, with the same people, with the same waitress. Are you seeing a pattern here?” He stayed silent but his face said ‘go on’. “I don’t know maybe you’re just being lazy. Maybe you’ve gotten so used to things coming easily to you since the band took off that you expect this amazing girl to just pop up as if that’s what you’re entitled to.” I wanted to stop but the words, though more reserved, just kept coming, “Maybe that one person is hiding in plain sight and you’ve just overlooked her all this time.” As soon as that last sentence found its place in the air, it hung above us like a third life in the theater. What have I done? Why couldn’t I just keep my fat mouth shut?

Luke just stared at me as if his brain was having trouble computing something. The bright colors on the screen flickered across his blank expression as the characters went about their business. My mind twisted itself into knots trying to come up with something that would cut the tension.

“Maybe you’re right,” Luke muttered. His cerulean irises fell to the floor, examining whatever sticky substance was clinging to the soles of his boots.

“Oh Luke, come on. Don’t go all puppy-dog on me. I don’t know why I said all that, you’re gonna be fine. I just…”

Suddenly, the two of us were connected by our tangled lips. Not just the only ones in the theater but also the only two people left in the world. The blend of his soft skin, rough facial hair, and the aroma that belonged only to him sent a rash of bliss through my every nerve.

He pulled away, cupping one of his hands under my earlobe, “I’m sorry” he said.

His words only tightened the grip of confusion on my thoughts, “For what?” I breathed.

Luke’s cheeks collapsed into the dimples that first caught my eye when I met him, “For overlooking you.”

Love Under Construction (2/2)

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Pairing: Haruki x Isuke 

Summary: They go on another not-date, Isuke’s Mama is curious about his daughter’s not-girlfriend and some crisis hits our not-lovers.

Note: Thank you for reading, liking and reblogging the first chapter, it motivated me for this long chapter. Please let me know if this one was worth the work too :)

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Best live action shows of 2015

This year has been a pretty great year for TV. We have had some of the best shows on TV ever airing and while many shows are also slipping that is nature. There was still so many live action shows I enjoyed this year or I am sure I would have enjoyed if I had the time to really jump in them. I’ll give shout outs to Supergirl because I just haven’t had the time to watch it, Agents of Shield because I heard it really hit its stride this season,  and love to Adam Ruins everything for being a really funny informational show that cites its sources. I did make a list of animated shows earlier because animation is obviously superior (Adjusts glasses). If you want to see that go ahead and click here http://sergiorex.tumblr.com/post/136199191850/top-10-animated-shows-of-2015 .

Originally posted by charlycarrizo

DareDevil:  Daredevil is such a good show, maybe it’s better than things above it on the list but it’s an amazing one time sit through for me. Amazing directing, acting fights, and plot all set in the Marvel universe. This show really lacks diversity but is still a hell of a ride and one that I was hooked on to the end. I loved seeing the start of Matt Murdock as a hero as well as his legal exploits as brief as they may have been. It’s a brilliant show that’s hard to not recommend to almost everyone.

Originally posted by youngtitan213

Izombie:  I mean the opening song alone just makes this show a bundle of hype. While this show isn’t flawless it is a ton of fun. I find myself excited and ready to jump at whatever episode is released. The plots more or less zombies can be like normal people but only if they eat brains every now and again. When they eat brains they pick up traits of their personality and eventually bits of their memories can be triggered.  It’s fun to see the brain of the week’s work on Liv and the ongoing battle to cure zombies is rather interesting.

Originally posted by ill-legalmexican

Key and Peele: It’s so sad to see this show go when it is truly my favorite sketch comedy show ever made. Not every single skit is golden but the ones that are great are so freaking great I could watch them on repeat and still chuckle. These two are really comedy gold and I can’t wait to see everything else they attach themselves too.

Originally posted by octolevi

Last Week Tonight: This show is a mastercraft managing to really inform people on a topic while keeping up comedic value. Only other late night shows this is really an educational series with some comedy. It doesn’t just talk about whatever is hot in the political environment but rather issues that really need addressing.  Better than that they generally actually do something about the issue they are talking about. From openly working on a campaign to mess with bad companies, to setting up a church that legally could abuse every loop hole on TV to be like okay this shouldn’t be legal.

Originally posted by briefcase-turtle

Masters Of None: This show came out of left field for me I hadn’t heard of it then it was on Netflix and I was like oh they have a new show might as well check it out. It was so funny, so well made, and it dealt with issues in a very smart way. The show never punches down, it doesn’t blame women when their is dating problems, it takes a  very real view at relationships. It has great talks about race and everything in this show is really done fantastically.

Originally posted by aagent-carter

Agent Carter: Peggy gets to spin off from Captain America’s movie and become an even more dominant presence. It seems like she’ll be the Nick Fury of her time and she does a lot of awesome stuff here. We get to see her as she fights for her place in her agency as well as fights a larger evil secretly. My main problems with this show are just diversity issues and playing up one of the asshole characters to be like “ehh not that bad” when I was already super done with him.

Originally posted by htgawm

How to get away with Murder: Season two has been soooo good and I watched season one this year as well. God this show really is a master class of giving you this huge shocking thing then slowly giving you the pieces where you think one thing then it keeps giving you something new. What you thought at the start is rarely ever what you think at the end. This show’s actors are all amazing and despite all of them being tied up in some heavy stuff you don’t want bad things to happen to the main cast.  

Originally posted by jessicajones

Jessica Jones:  JESSSCCAA jones is a really great show. It’s a dark show dealing with some dark things but the show always gives you a small sense of hope. It gives you little touches of humor and a lot of charm. This show is the most diverse thing the MCU has outside of maybe Agents of Shield since that does have more racial diversity. I adore pretty much everything about this show, Jessica is a brilliant character, Purple Man is a super scary villain, Luke Cage is a great addition, and so many other characters are fantastic.  My only problem with this show really is the tragic lesbian stuff they do but for Marvel that is a step up.

Originally posted by sir-wang-fire

Parks and Rec: This is one of the most rewatchable shows to me. I can watch reruns of this all the time and still laugh, This show ending was sad but this years season ended it with a bang and gave it a proper goodbye. The cast is all insanely talented and funny causing them to already all be going off to make some fantastic other projects like the previously mentioned Masters of None.

Originally posted by clonesbians

 Orphan Black: This year was full of surprise hits for my viewing pleasure and none beat out Orphan Black. Orphan black’s newest season answered a lot of what we were wondering while making everything still very exciting. This shows mysteries are great, it’s insanely well acted, and it was an amazing surprise since I hadn’t watched it before this year. This is a show that shoots on every cylinder and manages to balance so many things perfectly.

You Might Wanna Love Me Too

Hi there! So @aceteatic asked for this au almost a month ago, and rather than continuing to put off posting it, I reached a point where I’m comfortable posting what I have so far.
I probably won’t get back to this until after Christmas season, but I will come back to it!

Baz works at a flower shop.
Simon and Penelope are tattoo artists.
Baz is a complete goner for Simon the first time he sees the boy. (It’s actually kind of sad.)

They’re probably all ooc I’m so sorry. Also, I’m bad at summaries.

Word Count: 1591
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Chapter 1

Baz looks up at the sign above his mother’s flower shop - Natasha’s Bouquets - before unlocking the door and opening for the day. She’s been gone for three years now and he still calls it her shop. As long as her name is up there, it will be hers.

Truthfully, being a florist isn’t his life’s passion, but being in the shop is the closest he can get to being with his mother. He feels her in here; her name on the front sign, the red paint splatter on the floor from when he was ten and dropped a paint can, the bouquets that come out just right, their names on the doorjamb in the back room.

He hears the bell above the front door ring.

“Can I help you?” he asks, looking up from the bouquet he is currently finishing.

The boy who walks in is slightly shorter than Baz, wearing a black baseball cap turned around backwards, a tight black t-shirt, and denim skinny jeans. Baz takes in the boy’s blue eyes and the splatter of moles on the boy’s right cheek and neck. He tries not to stare, but it’s hard. The boy’s lips start moving, but Baz doesn’t hear anything right away. He blinks hard, hoping to regain control of his hearing.

“-friend’s birthday. Her favorite color is purple if that helps,” the boy finishes.

Friend? Friend as in normal friend? Or girlfriend? Or boyfriend? People don’t buy flowers for regular friends, do they? Baz should know this. He’s the one that owns a flower shop.

Baz gathers himself and responds, “Any detail helps. I’ll see what I can put together. When do you need it by?” Who is this friend? Why do I care? I don’t even know your name.

The boy’s face scrunches up and Baz tries - and fails - to not find it adorable.

“That’s the thing,” the boy says. “Her birthday is today, so I was hoping to get it by the end of the day.”

Normally Baz would be annoyed that a customer needed an order on such short notice. He likes to take time with his work. Make sure each bouquet is perfect - something his mother would be proud of. But, he finds himself having a hard time being angry at the boy in front of him. Baz has a weakness for attractive boys. And this one, well, Baz is concerned at how smitten he is with this boy considering they only met a minute ago and he still doesn’t know the boy’s name.

“I’ll see what I can do. Come back at closing and I’ll have it ready for you,” Baz says. He considers asking what exactly the boy is looking for. He doesn’t know how much information was given during the time he went temporarily deaf and doesn’t want to embarrass himself, but he also does need to know what he’s going to spend the rest of his day putting together. “What exactly am I making for you…” Baz says, leaving room at the end of the statement for the other boy to finish, hopefully with a name.

“Something I can use as a centerpiece on a table,” the boy says with a shy smile.

“And what name should I put on the order?” Baz asks. He feels ridiculous still not knowing the boy’s name.


“I’m Baz,” he replies before the boy thanks him and leaves.

Later, when Snow comes to pick up the centerpiece Baz spent most of his day making look perfect, they exchange a quick greeting, Baz passess off the finished product, Snow pays, and with a quick thank you is out the door.

He’ll probably never see the boy again.

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