i worked really hard on those okay

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i did this a while ago now. There’s an old folk song called ‘silver dagger’ - Loads and loads of covers of it- anyway I decided to cover it myself! the song is really about over-procective mothers, but i wanted to do a different take x

i hope it looks okay. it’s very traditionally done, but i don’t know how the quality comes across as a result.. anyway enjoy!


for those interested, here is info on the song; https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Silver_Dagger_(song) 

and my fave cover of the song by fleet foxes! [ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=98h4Cl_vOHo  ]

what’s fucking gross is that dan and phil work SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO hard like come on have you seen the amount of gaming videos lately?? and let’s not forget when they did gamingmas. come on, these guys try so hard to make us happy and entertain us and yeah it is okay to have humour and make jokes sometimes about what one of them may upload and it’s okay if internet support group isn’t your favourite, but bashing dan and sending him horrible tweets and making him feel like shit for something WE overhyped is really not okay

for those of you who don’t know it, i suggest you google what respect is

anonymous asked:

Hi there! Hope you are feeling better, and thank you so much for creating YCPfE. Not sure if you're still accepting kink prompts, but you mentioned that Viktor waxes 8D So.. just wondering if we could get a scene where he waxes Yuuri. Thought it'd be pretty hilarious and well. Sexy. Thank you!! :3

I don’t think I’ll be able to put it in YCPfE, so here’s a little something for you:


“Are you sure about this?” Yuuri asks Victor warily as he sits on the edge of the soft table.

“It’s fine,” Victor nods with a smile. “I get it done all the time. It doesn’t hurt that much.”

Yuuri crosses his arms across his chest to cover his nipples that are peaked because of the cool air in the room. “Yeah, well, I’ve got sensitive skin,” Yuuri pouts. Victor is just as peculiar about his skin-care regimen, so Yuuri believed him when he told Yuuri that he’d enjoy the feeling of being waxed. 

“It’s better for you than shaving,” He’d said. 

But Yuuri is starting to get more nervous the closer it gets to having hot wax on him. Because Victor has convinced him to go all-out. Which meant he’d made an appointment for not just his chest (although, what was the point, really, since he barely had any hair on the majority of his torso), but also his… down there. 

“It’ll feel so good at the end, though,” Victor says. Yuuri has the distinct feeling he’s not actually doing it for himself, but it’s for Victor. He was fine sticking to trimming and shaving, honestly. But it’s hard to say no to Victor when he brings out those puppy dog eyes he’s learned from Maccachin. 

There’s a light tap on the door before a young woman enters quietly. “Hello Mr. Katsuki,” she says, closing the door behind her. 

“Hello,” he nods. He’s not sure if he’d prefer his esthetician to be male or not. But since she has a special certificate to work on… well, balls, he figures that he might as well trust her. 

Victor gives her a dazzling smile. “I’m Victor. I hope it’s okay for me to be here. Yuuri really wants the emotional support, you know.”

She smiles back and nods. “Sure. Okay, and if you’re ready to start, I’ll just ask you to take off your underwear, Mr. Katsuki,” she says, setting up her supplies next to the wax that’s already hot to the side of the table. 

Victor, for his part, moves away and around the other side so he’s completely out of the way. Yuuri takes one last look at Victor and then at the woman before carefully stepping off the table and slipping out of his boxers. 

He carefully lays down, face-up, on the table, keeping his eyes on the ceiling instead of what the woman is doing. He doesn’t really want to see the hot wax because he might chicken out. Victor just grins down at him.

After a few moments, the woman turns back to him, having everything prepped and ready. “If you’re ready, Mr. Katsuki, we’ll start.”

He doesn’t say anything, just gives a quick nod. 

After doing a quick cleansing, she starts with his chest, smearing hot wax across the part with hair. The pain when she rips it off is more than he’s used to and his eyes tingle with a couple reflexive tears. He glares up at Victor, who is still grinning. 

“Did you want to hold my hand?” Victor coos. 

Yuuri is about to say ‘no’, but the next strip is just as painful, and he automatically moves his hand to grasp Victor’s. It hurts, but thankfully it’s a pain he can live with. 

But then, once she’s finished with his chest, she moves further down. She directs his legs open so she has full access. There’s not a lot of people that have seen this part of him and he feels fairly self-conscious with a stranger peering at his bits. But Victor squeezes his hand lightly and distracts him for a moment. 

There’s only so much distracting he can do, however, because as soon as the first bit is ripped off, Yuuri knows this was a bad idea. It hurts so badly. “I hate you,” he tells Victor. “You’re an asshole.”

Victor just laughs. 

He was lying, the bastard. Just because he’s had it done for years and is impervious to the pain now doesn’t mean Yuuri won’t hurt. 

“You owe me,” Yuuri tells him through gritted teeth after the next pull. Victor just keeps laughing. 


“It wasn’t that bad, was it?” Victor asks once they’re out of the salon and on their way home. 

“It was,” Yuuri disagrees. 

“It would have been better if she was nice enough to let me put the lotion on at the end,” Victor muses, finger pressed to his lips.

“I’m glad. She was efficient. You would have taken your time and I just wanted it to be over.” Yuuri tells him. 

“But it feels good now, right? Nice and smooth.”

“Smooth, yes, but it still kind of hurts,” Yuuri frowns. 

“I can’t wait to take a look myself,” Victor says. “Feel how smooth you are.”

That makes Yuuri look over at him. Victor’s biting his bottom lip. And suddenly understands why Victor had requested he do this. 

“…I expect kisses to make it feel better,” he says.

Victor looks over at him with excitement in his eyes. “Oh. I’ll be thorough.”

Thoughts on Wattpad

Ah… where do I start? I guess I’ll begin by saying that I had absolutely no clue what Wattpad was until I joined the Miraculous fandom. At first, I just thought “Oh, it’s another website people use to post their writings.” It wasn’t until someone sent me a message asking me to read their fic that I bothered to check it out.

As with any other social media platform/online service (e.g. Instagram, Amino, Facebook, etc.) Wattpad itself isn’t such a terrible thing; rather, it’s the people who misuse the service and fail to comply with the rules that cause issues. Of course, one could argue that these companies could do more to prevent such misuse.

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If they’re smart enough to be doctors, they’re smart enough to learn to say your name correctly.
— 

My resident.

I don’t have a common typical English name. My name is unique to my culture. It’s always been difficult always being different, an outsider. Especially growing up in the US south. But that’s a different story.

There are two schools of thought on my name: “oh cool so exactly as it’s spelled” and “what in the actual fuck I don’t even know where to start.” The latter are always the loudest and most obnoxious.

First days of school were the worst growing up. I would usually keep track of where in the alphabet the teacher was on roll call and knew she was looking at my name when there was a long pause. I would fake a laugh, raise my hand, and tell them my name. Everyone else would laugh along. I hated it, I was so embarrassed. Why couldn’t I have been named Ashley or Catherine or Megan? Life would have been so much easier.

I grew up to embrace my name and love it. I love my culture, our history is awesome, and my name is badass. I’ve only met one other person with my name and she’s ten years younger than I am and lives in Canada. But my acceptance doesn’t mean everyone else has had the same epiphany about my name. I still get the same looks, well-intentioned but rude comments, and confused stares from all the Caroline’s, Katelyn’s, and Lauren’s.

Some days I own it with a bad ass “no it’s not hard, you’re being dramatic, it’s easy to say and really cool” attitude. Sometimes I have rhyming tricks that I personally HATE but understand it’s a necessary evil because some people have tiny minds and need the extra help. And then I throw in a little history lesson because damn, some people.

But some days I’m exhausted, and I can’t argue and stand up for myself. Some days I’m tired and defeated and I let it go, “I know, it’s hard, a lot of people have trouble. It’s okay.”

My resident caught me on one of those nights. I was on hour 14 of the work day, scrubbing in for yet another surgery. She didn’t keep asking my name because she couldn’t pronounce it, but because she genuinely couldn’t remember what it was because she was having a very similar kind of day.

No one has ever said anything like that to me before. I was too tired at the time to understand and appreciate what she said, but it’s been resonating with me ever since. She’s fucking right. If you’re comfortable speaking in medical jargon with our made-up sounding words, you can say my name. It’s not hard, it’s not my fault you can’t say it, and no, you can’t make up a nickname for me. ✋🏼

anonymous asked:

Hi!!! I was wondering if you could do how rfa+v+Saeran would react to seeing old self harm scars on MC or MC relapsing? I am almost 1 year clean from Self harming but today is one of those bad days I get urges to do it. If you don't feel comfortable doing this it's okay :) Hope you have a good day and keep working hard 💪🏼❤

i’m so proud of you for staying clean so long, i know how hard it is!! i have scars myself from 1-2 years ago, so this was comforting for me to write as well :) i hope it helped you feel a bit better, remember that you deserve being happy! ❤ i’m always here if you need someone to talk to 


Trigger warning: self harm


Zen (this turned out really long whoops)

  • A lot of his fans were jealous of you, so you got a lot of hate for being “to ugly and fat for Zen”
  • You were home alone as he was at rehearsal, so he couldn’t scold you for looked down at your thighs in disgust
  • They were faint, but the old scars on them gave you an idea. You hadn’t done it in a long time, but you remembered that it did feel calming to a certain degree
  • You went to the bathroom, popped out a blade from your razor, took a deep breath and let yourself feel that familiar burning
  • Suddenly you heard the front door open and Zen’s voice telling you he was home early
  • You scrambled to find something to wipe the blood away with, and ended up just messily wiping it away with a paper towel before pulling on a pair of his sweatpants and going out to greet him
  • He smiled when he saw you, then frowned
  • “Princess, I feel rude to ask, but are you on your period? You’ve got blood on your pants”
  • Shocked, you looked down and saw that the cuts appearantely were too deep for your messy wiping, so there was quickly growing blood spots on your legs
  • Zen was no stranger to people with bad mental health around him as he was a public figure, so he quickly suspected what you had done
  • When he saw that the spots got bigger his fears were confirmed, and you saw his entire face fall
  • “I-I can explain…”
  • He cupped your face and looked straight into your eyes with the saddest look you had ever seen 
  • “Listen here… I know a lot of my fans don’t treat you right, is that it?”
  • His worried stare was too intense, so you looked down with tears in your eyes and just nodded
  • He sighed and pulled you close to him, kissing your head
  • “I love you so much, it hurts me too… But harming yourself won’t do anything good, you understand that? Can I see..?”
  • Hesitantely, you nodded again and pulled down the pants so he could see, and he got down on his knees and started kissing your thighs, not caring that they were bloody
  • “I love every single part of you, you understand that? Let’s go clean and wrap this up, I will protect you. Even if it’s from yourself”


Yoosung

  • He convinced you to cook with him
  • You were supposed to make cookies, but the only thing you managed to make was a total mess
  • By the time you finally got them into the oven, you both had dough and flour all over from the food war you had
  • He offered to clean some up from you, and when you agreed he blushed and kissed you
  • When you smiled into the kiss because he tasted like cookie dough, he gained confidence and slowly pushed you back to the wall, where he pinned your wrists over your head
  • You moaned softly in suprise as he wasn’t usually this dominant and it was really hot I’m always a slut for dominant Yoosung
  • Wanting to see what effect he had on you he pulled away for just a second, when his eyes were pulled to where he was holding your wrists
  • The sleeves you usually made sure were always covering your scars had rolled down to your elbows, revealing all of them
  • You saw his eyes go from filled with lust to filled with worry, and you looked away from him in shame
  • “They’re all old… Right?”
  • You nodded and he sighed relieved, before he hugged you tight
  • “You mean so much for me, I don’t want you to ever feel like that again. Please talk to me if you feel bad, okay? Can you promise me that?”
  • You agreed and he kissed your head
  • “I think it’s time for cookies and cuddles”


Jaehee

  • You had such a crush on her, but she was either really oblivious or just didn’t like you back
  • No matter what the reason was, it really hurt and you couldn’t help but feel insecure when all of your flirting got turned down
  • You really didn’t want to stoop so low as to go back to your old self harm habits, but it was so hard
  • In addition to the fact that you lived with her, the stress of running a café and your parents not accepting that you had a crush on a girl, it all got too much for you
  • One day when she was grocery shopping, you couldn’t help but find a small knife in the kitchen, locking your bedroom door and resume your old habit
  • You tried to keep them relatively shallow so they would heal quicker and lower your risk of getting caught, but once you started you found it hard to stop
  • You sobbed softly but because of that you didn’t hear Jaehee return from the store
  • Not finding you in the couch where she left you, she wandered around the appartment untill she heard you and stopped in front of your room
  • “MC? What’s wrong?”
  • When you didn’t answer she got worried, found a spare key and unlocked the door with a warning
  • You didn’t even bother trying to hide what you were doing, you just hung your head in shame as she gasped in shock
  • “W-what do you think you’re doing? Give me that knife!”
  • She quickly took it from you, ran to the bathroom to get a first aid kit and found you full on crying on the bed
  • Putting bandages on your wrists she softly said “Shh… I don’t know why you did this and you don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to, but please know that this isn’t going to make anything better”
  • When this just made you cry harder, she kissed your newly bandaged wrist
  • “I… I care way too much about you to see you like this, you should know that. Please come to me if you ever feel like this, okay? I can’t ever lose my reason for happiness”


Jumin

  • Whenever the two of you made out, you would always stop him when his hands started roaming under your shirt
  • Which he thought was fair, considering that your relationship was still new and you probably just weren’t comfortable enough with him yet
  • A few weeks after you started dating he offered to take you on a vacation, figuring you needed it after the stress of the party and hacker and all that
  • With Elizabeth the 3rd safely at V’s house and a mansion by a private beach rented for the weekend, he wanted to spend some time alone with you
  • He was suprisingly fond of the beach and wanted you to take you swimming there, but you kept declining
  • Kind of upset, he asked if there was any spesific reason why
  • You shrugged it off and said that you just weren’t in the mood, that you were tired and wanted to nap instead
  • He encouraged you to do as you pleased, not showing how hurt he was that you declined his offer
  • An hour or so after you had fallen asleep, he got bored and went to check on you and saw you sleeping, your shirt riled up revealing dozens of scars on your belly
  • His heart broke when he realized that was probably why you were so insecure about intimacy and going swimming
  • Careful not to wake you up, he hovered over you on bed and kissed your stomach
  • Despite his efforts you still woke up, and squeeled suprised when you saw him practially praising your biggest insecurity
  • “Kitten, I don’t ever want to see you do this again, but please understand that I love everything about you and you have nothing to be ashamed of. You’re like a tiger, these stripes show that you are strong. Promise to not hide yourself from me anymore, okay?”


707

  • Yet again he was doubting your love and pushing you away
  • He yelled when you tried to hug him, not knowing that the reason why you were clingy was that you were feeling like shit and needed to be comforted
  • You knew you were overreacting when you stopped by the bathroom to get a razor before returning to your shared bed (that he rarely used), but it just hurt so much that he didn’t trust you even after months of living together
  • Taking a deep breath, you pulled the leg of your pants and traced the outline if your old scars on your shin with the razor blade
  • Seven did realize how much he had hurt you, and just to be sure he checked the security camera he had installed in your room
  • When he saw that you were hurting himself he rose from his chair and ran to the bedroom, desperate to stop you
  • “Stop what you’re doing right now!”
  • You looked at him with tears in your eyes and yelled “so now you care?!”
  • With a firm look he pulled up the sleeve of his hoodie, showing his own scars and cuts
  • Taken back, you looked confused at him
  • He just smiled sad
  • “I know life is hard, okay? I know I am a shitty boyfriend, a shitty brother, a shitty person. But that doesn’t mean you are, do you understand that? It might not seem like it right now, but I really do love you. Like, I really love you. Can we make a deal? If you try to never do it again, so will I”
  • You nodded and hugged him, both of you apologizing for not being there for each other


V

  • Being practically blind, he depened a lot on his touch
  • Because of this, he had really sensitive finger tips
  • As weeks passed and you got closer to the handsome photographer, you let him touch and explore more and more of you
  • His new favorite hobby was to just run his hands over your smooth skin, trying to picture exactly what you looked like
  • During a particularly steamy makeout session you were on his lap, his hand travelling up your thighs where he could feel raised lines on your otherwise close to perfect skin
  • Pulling away from the kiss and raising an eyebrow questioningly, he kept tracing the lines
  • You hesitated before you admitted that you had self harmed, and he asked you if you had any other scars
  • Nodding despite his lack of sight, you took his hand and placed it on your wrist so he could feel them
  • He smiled sad and kissed your wrist
  • “You don’t have any fresh, do you?”
  • When you confirmed that you didn’t, he held you closer and kissed your nose
  • “I like everything about you, you know? You’re human, bad things are bound to happen sometimes. You got through it though, and I’m proud of you for that. Please remember that”


Saeran/Unknown

  • He didn’t like to admit it, but something about you pulled him towards you
  • The way you always put up with his bursts of anger and sadness and comforted him, made him care for you more and more as time passed
  • So when he saw you sleeping on the couch, his first reacting was to smile as you looked cute and carefree
  • And as he did find you quite attractive (not that he would ever admit that), he couldn’t help but let his eyes roam over your sleeping body
  • When he saw the scars and cuts on your wrist where your shirt had riled up your arms, he got mad
  • ?? Who had dared to hurt someone as nice as you??
  • He woke you up suprisingly gently, wanting to know who he needed to kill
  • Disoriented from sleeping, you said that he didn’t need to worry but he refused to give up, so he asked his brother
  • He admitted that he had seen you harm yourself but hadn’t really figured a way to confront you about it yet
  • Saeran got even more mad and walked back to the couch where you had gotten up and was now lazily stretching
  • “Why the fuck are you hurting yourself? Explain!” he growled and pushed you against the wall
  • Stuttering and ashamed you explained that it was a way to deal with sadness, but he didn’t get it at all
  • “Giving yourself another type of pain will just make you more sad, you idiot! God, what’s wrong with you?”
  • Hearing the guy you were crushing on saying this to you and literally growling made you tear up, and you saw his expression change to one of sorrow
  • “I-I’m sorry, okay? It’s just… You’ve helped me so much and I want to return the favor, but I have no idea how to. You… You are special, I don’t want you to be sad”
  • You met his eyes and saw how sincere he was, and was suprised when he hugged you tight
  • “Please don’t ever do it again, MC”

To all my overachievers who don’t get praise from parents and loved ones anymore because it’s just expected of you to do well: I’m proud that you passed that test, I’m happy you graduated with honors, I love that you try your hardest all the time.

I know sometimes the lack of support and encouragement from those whose opinions matter the most to you can be disheartening, but keep pushing through and being the amazing person you are.

anonymous asked:

“My dad’s a cancer patient and you’re his nurse” AU jikook <_< >_>

Pairing: Jikook
Prompt: “My dad’s a cancer patient and you’re his nurse” AU 
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,541
A/N: Just one thing for this mini fic thing: I love Jimin’s dad in here ^~^

Jimin hurries through the sliding doors, flashing a small smile and a nod at the receptionist before brisk walking to the lifts. He waits impatiently for it, sneakered foot tapping an uneven rhythm on the off-white linoleum floor. 

It seems like forever before Jimin get to the fifth floor, stepping over to the room right by the lift. 05-01. He pushes the door open. It’s 8:40PM

“I’m here, dad,” Jimin calls. His father’s propped up in bed with two pillows behind him, book in hand. He glances up at Jimin’s voice. 

“Jimin-ah,” he smiles, eyes crinkling. He reaches out a hand and Jimin takes it, settling himself in a chair by the bed. 

“Has today been okay, dad?” Out of habit, Jimin scans the bedside table, checking that the water jug is filled and the cup clean. 

“Look at me,” his dad says. “Do I look anything less that great?” He puts on an offended expression to emphasize his point. 

Jimin laughs. “Yeah, yeah, you look amazing as always,” he teases lightly. His dad looks fine, really. Nothing like a patient going through chemotherapy, what with his full head of hair still intact. He looks great, but Jimin still worries. 

“Of course I do,” his dad huffs. His expression turns soft. “But Jimin-ah, don’t work yourself too hard, okay?“ 

“I’m not, dad, don’t worry about me.” His reply comes a little rushed, a tad mechanical. It’s not really his fault that his dad says it all the time, that Jimin’s answer is almost always the same. 

“Lying is bad, Jimin-ah. Look at those eye bags.” His dad reaches out a hand to trace his under eye. “And I know you came rushing over here just to visit, but if you’ve got important things to do, you don’t have to visit everyday. Go hang out with your friends sometimes.”

“I want to,” Jimin frowns. “I know I got here a bit late today but it’s just because Hoseok hyung came a little late for his shift, but still, I had to come because I want to see you.” It’s always been the two of them, and his dad has done so much for him, how can he just decide not to visit when he can make time for it? 

“So…” There’s a finality in that word that lets Jimin know his dad has dropped that discussion for now. It’ll be back again, his dad insisting that Jimin should live his life not having to, and he quotes, “worry about this old man in a hospital bed”. But Jimin can’t help it, and he supposes deep down his dad knows that too.  

“Jimin-ah.” Jimin glances back at his dad to find him grinning. Oh god please not again. “Any boy for me to meet?" 

Jimin really wants to flush himself down the toilet and out of sight right this moment. Okay maybe not, that’d be kind of gross. ”Dad,“ he hisses, "Not here please. Mrs Kim does not need to overhear this conversation.” It’s a four-bed ward after all, they aren’t alone, and Jimin really does not need the other middle age people judging him for being far from straight. 

His dad shrugs. “I might have accidentally let it on sometime yesterday and honestly, she’s pretty alright with it.” He gestures to Mrs Kim in the next bed with his chin. As if on cue, the middle aged lady turns in bed and smiles at them. 

Jimin stares at him horrified. “You, what?” Okay maybe now showing himself out of the fifth floor window sounds like a good idea. 

“You can’t be alone forever, Jimin,” his dad says. “When I’m gone, what are you going to do? You’ll be lonely." 

"Don’t say stuff like that, dad,” Jimin quips, frowning. “Besides I’m fine how I am now, I don’t need someone. I’ve got Tae and Hoseok hyung, and-”

“I know, I know,” his dad cuts him off. “I just want you to be happy.” Jimin opens his mouth to reply but his dad beats him to it. “Ah, there’s a new nurse for our ward. Maybe you’ll get to see him later because he’s taking the evening shift today." 

Dad,“ Jimin sighs. He gets it really, his dad has good intentions, but the last time he introduced Jimin to a friend’s son, the boy turned out to be already attached, to a girl no less. 

"He’s a really nice lad, Jimin. He says he’s here on a university attachment program so that means he’s around your age too. And he’s tall and good looking.” His dad waggles his eyebrows a little. “I think you’d like him.”

“I don’t need matchmaking, dad.” Jimin’s half indignant by now. Please, he’s perfectly capable of finding someone. 

His dad ignores him. “He’s single too!” Jimin whips around, narrowing his eyes at his dad. “If you’re going to ask me, yes I asked Jungkook if he has a girlfriend… or a boyfriend…" 

Jimin gives his dad a withering look, only to get a grin in return. Behind him, Jimin vaguely registers the sound of the door opening. He glances at his watch. 9:30PM - visiting hour is over. 

"Jungkook-ah!” Jimin turns in the direction his dad’s looking. He swallows, hard. Wow. Okay, maybe he shouldn’t have doubted his dad, but in his defense, his dad’s idea of good looking has never really matched his. But this boy walking towards them is something else. Jimin stares. 

Beside him, his dad nudges him hard. 

“Mr Park, I see you’ve got a visitor for the hour,” Jungkook starts, smiling widely. His eyes land on Jimin’s, briefly doing a once over before catching Jimin’s gaze. He holds it. Jimin ducks his head a little, breaking eye contact. 

“This is my son I’ve told you about.” There’s pride in his dad’s voice and Jimin’s really thankful, but he kind of just wants to run out now before the flush he can feel creeping up his neck gives him away. “Jungkook, Jimin. Jimin, Jungkook. And how many times have I told you that you don’t have to call me Mr Park? It’s so stiff." 

Jungkook laughs, nose scrunching as he does. He doesn’t answer Jimin’s dad, instead turning back to Jimin. "Nice to finally meet you, Jimin-ssi,” Jungkook says. 

Jimin licks his lips before meeting Jungkook’s gaze, hoping fervently that his smile isn’t as shaky as how he feels inside. “I’ve heard a lot about you." 

"Good things, I hope,” Jimin jokes weakly, standing from his seat by the bed. Jungkook’s a good 5cm taller than him, he thinks. He’s wearing a shapeless uniform for nurses that should look terribly unappealing, but the short-sleeved shirt reveals his toned arms. Dammit.

“The best,” Jungkook laughs. “Your dad’s your number one fan.” He takes a step closer and lowers his voice, loud enough only for Jimin. “So good that I might have already fallen a little for the Jimin I’ve heard so much about." 

Jimin tries really. He tries but fails to keep the flush from climbing up his neck, over his ears and tinting his cheeks. Jungkook straightens up and takes a step back, winking before turning to attend to the other patients. The audacity. 

There’s a nudge to his arm and Jimin whips around to face his dad. "What did he say?" 

Jimin busies himself with arranging his dad’s bedside table before moving to fluff his pillows. "Nothing,” he mumbles. His dad raises an eyebrow skeptically but lets it slide. 

“I’ll be back to visit tomorrow.” Jimin leans over to drop a kiss on his dad’s cheek. “Sleep well, dad." 

"Go out with your friends, Jimin-ah. You don’t have to always rush over, okay?” His dad pats his hand and Jimin nods in reply. They both know it’s an advice thrown to the wind but Jimin won’t have it any other way. 

Jimin steps out with a last wave and a soft goodbye called out to the other patients in the ward. He steps to the lift and waits. 

Just as the lift pings, Jungkook steps out and glances around. He spots Jimin and hurries over. “Jimin-ssi!" 

Jimin stops, letting the lift doors close without getting in. Did he forget something in the room? 

"Jimin-ssi,” Jungkook starts again, a small smile on his face. “My shift ends in about 15 minutes. Care to catch a late dinner or supper with me?" 

Jimin stares. Blinks once, twice. "Are you asking me out because my dad made you?" 

Jungkook shakes his head. "Aside from singing praises about you and telling me you’re not with anyone…” He trails off with an almost embarrassed expression on his face. “I think you’re really cute." 

Jimin really needs his pillow right here to squeal into but that’d have to wait. The thudding in his chest is so loud it’s ringing in his ears. Jungkook can’t hear it, can he? He can’t know how affected Jimin is by his presence. 

"You’re paying then,” Jimin manages to utter, voice more stable than he expects. 

Jungkook grins, nodding happily. “My treat!" 

(Later, Jimin ends up paying his day’s worth of salary to feed them in exchange for the "hyung” title, after learning that Jungkook is a freshman in college, two years younger than himself.)


Send me a prompt and a bangtan pairing, I’ll write you a short fic ♡

First Words

I had no where to put this so I’ll just put it on this blog until my AOx3 works. ignore my trash writing i havent written fanfiction in months. Inspired by @axolotlnerd. A soulmate AU. 


You kept it hidden, those few words etched into your skin by fate.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

You found when girls liked to flaunt them they would end up just getting used, because what guy wouldn’t use those few magic words to get into a girls pants? Those words are all they really want to hear. It was so easy. And yet so hard.

You couldn’t count on all your fingers and toes the amount of times someone had run into you and said those words, “I’m so sorry, are you okay?”. It’s just the polite thing to say.

              And each time your heart would swell, full of love and hope, and then, each time, you would say the wrong thing. The words that weren’t written somewhere on that gorgeous blonde, or that nerdy kid, or the repair man from down the hall. The words that fate decided made you unloveable.

              Around you all of your friends had said the right words, and their other half would lift up a sleeve or pant leg, wide eyed, smiling. It was so easy for all of them because they all had such unique things written on their bodies.

When all of your friends got married and settled down you finally accepted that the first words your soulmate were supposed to speak to you were too common. It was unfair to yourself to get hopeful every time someone apologized to you. So you shut them out. They were just words.


It was supposed to be hot today, hotter than it normally was in California. But you were stubborn and pulled your black cardigan over your cursed forearm anyways, covering those six words. You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time before braving the heat outside.

Downtown LA was not your favorite place to live but this is where you were needed. Everyone and their mother owned a computer and your skills of technical hardware came in very handy. Especially with the big YouTube companies where you were under a very strict contract with them since a lot of their partners were growing into internet stars. The hours were long and you couldn’t stand most of your clients but it paid the bills and then some.

You made it a routine that the only way to deal with the youtubers was the biggest cup of coffee you could find. Luckily you had found this little hole in the wall café near the Polaris studio, a studio that frequently needed your special touch.

There was a small line today, not too bad. You ordered and then stood by the counter, oblivious to the world around you, focused on your phone.

              Your thumb lazily pushed the screen showing you useless information after useless information. Your phone buzzed making your eyes glance at the top of the screen. It was your friend, she was getting married. Of course. Another wedding.

You went back to scrolling, stopping at a cute dog pictu-

              Hot coffee spilled down your arm, dripping on to your leg, and into your shoe burning everything it touched. You gasped, jumping back in shock.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” A man looked at you wide eyed in complete horror of what he had just done.

And everything inside you snapped. Those six words again. Meanwhile another one of your friends was getting married. How was this fair? Why were you stuck with those damn words carved into your body? Why?

“Oh, just fuck off, dude.” You groaned, rolling your eyes. You angrily grabbed some napkins off the counter and started walking away, trying not to scream. It wasn’t his fault, you told yourself. He didn’t know what he was saying, he was just trying to apologize, but for fucks sake, not now.

“Wait!” He yelled after you, “What did you just say?” Did he really need you to repeat it? Did he want to piss you off?

You turned around, ready for him to confront you. You just needed to take a breath.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so rude, I’m just am not having a good day. I don’t want to fight.” You said calmly. By now there were a few other customers watching, seeing if you would make a scene.

“No, what did you say?” He walked over to you, almost excitedly. He didn’t seem mad. You furrowed your brows confused. “What did you say, please?” He was smiling now, his stubbly cheeks almost showing his dimples. He was standing close to you, maybe a bit too close.

“I- I said just fuck off, dude. I’m sorry.” You answered quietly. You looked around at the people still watching you hoping that if he was about to knock you out that maybe someone would help, even if you did start this all.

“You know,” he gave a small laugh, looking down at you. “I never thought that someone’s first words to me would be ‘oh, just fuck off, dude.’ But you proved me wrong.” He lifted his worn out Rush tee shirt exposing his fit torso and carved right on his ribs were those exact words.


              “So you’ve been walking around with ‘Oh, just fuck off, dude’ on your chest since you hit puberty?” You asked, sitting across from the man in a park not far from the coffee shop. “I am so sorry.” You couldn’t help but laugh. You were a nice person, or at least that what everyone said, who would have thought that the first words you’d say to your soulmate were so rude?

“Oh yeah,” He took another drink of his new coffee, one that the café offered him for free, congratulating him on finding his true love. “My parents were super pissed off saying I deserved better.”

You frowned, realizing your fate with his parents was already sealed.

“Don’t take that the wrong way.” He noticed your expression drastically change with what he said. “I actually found it very fitting. I mean my job is an internet show about playing games and making dick jokes. Half of my vocabulary is swear words when I work, really, it’s fine. If anything it made finding you really easy. I can’t imagine being stuck with something like, I dunno, I had this one friend is high school who’s first word was just ‘Hello”. That must have sucked.” You watched him talk, so comfortable with everything. He talked like he had known you for years already.

“You mean kind of like ‘I’m so sorry, are you okay?’” You smiled.

“Oh, yeah, kind of like that. Sorry, I didn’t mean-“ He ran a hand through his curly, brown hair.

“It was a joke.” You leaned over touching his other hand in a comforting gesture. At least what you tried to make a comforting gesture. He looked down at his hand and then back at you, his face turning pink.

“I, uh, I don’t know how this works, really. I mean I don’t even know your name yet. I honestly didn’t think I was ever going to find you, like fuck, after thirty years I just assumed my foul mouth princess was all the way in China.”

“(Y/N) (L/N).” You put your hand back in your lap. “We can start by you calling me (Y/N)”.

“Dan Avidan. Well, actually it’s Leigh but Daniel is my middle name so everyone just calls me Dan.” He laughed. He had a cute laugh, contagious, it made you smile.

“Well Leigh Daniel Avidan, it’s nice to finally meet you.”

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Imagine Jughead Stepping In When Someone Gets Inappropriate With You

Originally posted by bugheader

A/N: Requested by @vanessabasilio722 I hope that this is close to what you were looking for. I feel like this came out a bit awkwardly.

Okay so throwing Jughead a birthday party probably wasn’t your best idea.

You knew how he felt about parties but with everything going on his life lately and Betty giving you those big eyes and throwing around words like chocolate cake and childhood traumas, well, you’d gotten a little caught up. And a part of you really expected him to be happy or great full even for all your hard work and energy you put in on his behalf.

That part was wrong.

Of course then Cheryl showed up and the whole thing went further to hell after that. You hadn’t seen Jughead in over an hour. And faced with an angry, ungrateful boyfriend and a house full of teenage idiots who probably didn’t even know why they were here you decided your best coping mechanism was to get loaded.

You grabbed one of the free flowing cups and threw it back in two seconds, only to come back up coughing and sputtering painfully.

It had seemed much cooler in your head.

This wasn’t something you did much. Your idea of a good time was more like netflix and chill than keg stands and beer pong. But tonight you were willing to learn. So you grabbed another. And another. And another until you could care less about what Jughead thought of the party his loving, beautiful, thoughtful girlfriend threw.

“Well, well, well Little Miss. Y/N.” You looked up as Chuck approached you smirking, “This didn’t strike me as your kind of scene.”

You rolled your eyes and stomped your foot, almost falling over in the process, “I freaking threw this party!”

“Sorry, sorry!” Chuck threw up his hands laughing. “Never thought of you as the type is all.”

You shook your head and tried to storm of but lost your balance and tripped. Chuck reached out and grabbed you before you could hit the ground but your beer still wound up soaking through your white shirt.

“Woah, there babe! Take it easy.”

Your brows furrowed, feeling dizzy and sad at hearing him call you babe. Only jughead calls you that. You should really go apologize to Jughead.

“Don’t call me babe.” You muttered, trying to pull yourself away from Chuck clumsily but Chuck didn’t let go.

“Come on babe don’t be like that.” He chuckled while you tried to push back against him sloppily to get him away from you.

“Its not funny Chuck. I wanna go inside.” You pushed again slightly panicked now, “Let go!” You screamed.

“Hey!”

You lost your footing as Chuck was pulled back from you roughly by Jughead. Jughead was shaking his head, breathing out roughly and standing in front of you.

“Take a walk asshole.”

“Come on Jones she’s drunk. I was just helping her out.”

“Ya, somehow you don’t strike me as the helpful type.”

Chuck shook his head and walked away but not before throwing you a suggestive wink. “See you around Y/N.”

“Juggie.” You catch his attention by muttering tiredly.

He turned and leaned down beside you quickly, “Hey, Y/N, are you okay?”

“I’m sorry I ruined your birthday.” You cried, hiccupping.

“Man you are drunk.” He looked you over, noticing your soaked through t-shirt. He slipped off his hoodie and threw it over your shoulders. 

“I’m really sorry.” You slurred again on the verge of tears.

Jughead just sighed and helped you up from the ground. He wondered if you’d remember any of this in the morning. “It’s okay Y/N. I’m sorry your boyfriends is such a jerk.” He said wrapping an arm around your shoulders as he led you back into the house. 

Real story at the stationery store

*walked into a store*
Me: Okay, here is the shopping list remember buy fast and go, only buy things that you need.
*finished shopping* , *looked around*
Me: Omg that pencil case, that notebook, those pens.
*shocked*
Me: Wait a minute, do I actually need to buy new stuff? I still have tons of unused stationery at home.
*confused*
Me: But I really need it, if I don’t buy it now, someone will buy it and it will be sold out.
*ugh*
Me: Well I think I deserve it because I worked so hard over the past few days.
*took and walked away*
*at home*
Me: Why did you buy new stationery? You need to start saving your money now!

How Hard Can It Be? // Archie Andrews

can you do an archie imagine, where the reader is a dancer and she tries to teach archie ballet cause his coach thinks it will help him with football?? I LOVE YOUR ACCOUNT💕💕💕

Thank you! I’m glad you love my account! I hope that this is okay. I actually really enjoyed this one because I kept picturing KJ in a tutu and I can’t even in all honesty lol! Enjoy!

***

Archie’s P.O.V

‘Andrew! Come here a minute.’ I jogged over to the coach, knowing exactly where this conversation is going. I had been so focused on my music and song writing that I haven’t practiced football as much as I should, which has caused me to not play to the best of my ability. I sighed, taking off my helmet to be faced with his annoyed glance. ‘What the hell was that?’ He asked, hands resting on his hips.

I gave him an awkward smile and dropped my head, looking at my feet. ‘I’m sorry, Coach. I – I don’t know what’s happening. My balance is…’

‘Completely off? You bet it is and you need to fix it if you think you’re going to be playing this Friday’s game. I can’t have you bringing the team down.’ He explained, checking his clipboard. ‘Just – figure out something, alright? Maybe try something like ballet.’ He sighed, walking away from me.

I frowned, chuckling a little. Ballet? That would be interesting. But, I know exactly who could help me…

Y/N’s P.O.V

I sat at the lunch table with Ronnie, Jughead, Betty and Kevin, comparing math notes with Kevin since we were in the same class. I was just passing time whilst waiting for Archie to return from practice, due to the fact I hadn’t seen him once today, except for this morning.

I lifted my head to see Archie storming over to our table, sitting down abruptly next to me. I gave the others a confused look, not knowing why my boyfriend was in a bad mood. ‘Well hello to you too, cranky pants.’ I teased, watching him sigh in annoyance.

‘I’m not cranky; I’m annoyed. Coach wants me to try ballet to improve my balance. I mean – me wearing a tutu? No way.’ He rambled, running his fingers through his hair. I shut my note book, turning to look at him.

‘Ballet is not all about the tutu’s honey, it actually does improve balance and control. Plus, it’s a sport for women and men.’ I explained, biting my lip in thought. ‘How about this; after school, I’ll help you try and get some control back into those legs in the dance studio.’

‘You’d really do that, Y/N?’ He asked, a small smile on his face.

‘If it’s to keep you on the team, I’ll be happy to do anything for you. But, fair warning, it’s going to be a lot of hard work.’ I warned, giving him a cheeky smile.

He threw his head back and laughed, looking at me with an amused expression. ‘Please, how hard can it be?’

**

I laughed, shaking my head at my boyfriend who laid on the floor, covered in sweet and panting heavily. ‘Okay, maybe I was wrong…’ he breathed out, looking up at me.

‘Get up, dude! This is embarrassing,’ Jughead called out. I made sure that the gang came and sat in here to watch him, to make sure he didn’t give up and for their own personal entertainment.

‘You wanna try, Jughead?’ Archie replied, squeezing his eyes shut from moving his legs a little.

‘I’m not stupid to doubt my girlfriend, unlike you.’ I laughed, kneeling down to the ground at my exhausted boyfriend. I grabbed his hand, helping him off of the floor.

‘I’m so enjoying this.’ I heard Ronnie say to Kevin, laughing a little.

‘Alright, we’re going to go again.’ I smiled, getting him to stand up straight.

‘Please, babe, no more.’ He pleaded, grabbing onto the ballet bar, struggling to keep upright. I patted his back, pouting a little at his tiresome face. ‘I can’t do it. I’m sorry I doubted you.’

‘Now you know you can trust me.’ I chuckled, grabbing him his bottle of water, letting him drink it while he rested against the bar. ‘You’ve done better then what I thought you would though, so don’t be so hard on yourself.’

‘But, I’ve been so focused on making music, I’ve managed to let my team mates down while I’m at it.’ He sounded so disappointed in himself because of it. I turned around to see the others engaged in their own conversations, letting me have this private moment with Archie.

‘Arch, it’s alright. You knew there was something wrong and you wanted to fix it and I’m glad I can help. But, don’t feel guilty because you’re enjoying something else too, you just – you gotta find a way to balance it. I can help if needed, whatever you need,’ I rested my hand on top of his, grabbing it in a comforting squeeze, ‘I’m here.’

He stood up and grabbed me by the face, pecking my lips softly. I sighed into this kiss, feeling my heart warm with his lips on mine. He pulled away, resting his sweaty forehead against mine. I scrunched my face up a little, chuckling at him.

‘I think you need to hit the showers before you even think about hugging me.’ I pushed him away a little, laughing at his amused expression.

‘Oh really?’ He raised eyebrow, making my eyes widen. Oh shit.

‘Don’t you dare, Archibald Andrews!’ I exclaimed before he picked my up, hugging me against his sweaty body. ‘Ew, Archie!’ I laughed, catching the others attention as they watched the two of us. He placed me down, not letting me go. He buried his sweaty face into my neck my neck, making me cry of laughter and disgust. ‘You’re a disgrace.’ I chuckled.

‘But I’m your disgrace.’ He winked, pecking my cheek.

**

I watched Archie running down the field at great speed, watching him gracefully leap over players who would try and tackle him to the ground. I grinned, our training paying off with his balance. I stood up with Betty and Ronnie either side of me as we cheered, Archie making another touchdown. The siren went off as our team had won, thanks to Archie. Our school stood up and cheered whilst I clapped for my boyfriend, shaking my head and smiling at him.

He saw me in the crowd, giving me a wave and a wink. I hugged his letterman jacket around me, nodding my head at him. I moved down the bleachers, seeing Archie talking to the coach. I hit the grass, whilst I saw Archie grinning from ear to ear as he jogged over to me, dropping his helmet and picking me up in the air, hugging me.

‘Thank you, thank you, thank you!’ He repeated, spinning me around whilst I chuckled. He placed me down, grabbing my face and kissing me. I wrapped my arms around his waist, holding him closely to me if it was even possible. He pulled away from my lips, smiling down at me. ‘Coach said that’s the best he’s ever seen me play.’

‘Good, that means you can now join ballet with me.’ I smirked, seeing him playfully glaring at me.

‘Oh hell no.’

*Screaming* (*≧▽≦)

Okay…  I should have done this before but here goes…

  • First of all, I never thought that my artworks or doujins would get so many likes and attention. I am still disbelief of what just happened. I am just an ordinary artist and a potato. Q_Q
  • Second, I never expected that most of my NaLu (especially the Nerd and Gangter and The Neko Lucy AU) and Dragneel brothers doujins were everywhere in YouTube. Some of them were dubbed and translated by amazing people in their own languages. And some of them were montage by the talented and amateur people. It’s so beautiful. OMG. (Thank You so much for your support and time, and thank you too for the credit guys! *cries*). I don’t know what to say. I’m crying when I type this. (Okay, I’m being OOC.)
  • Third, I want to thank especially those people who work hard and taking time to work on my doujin. I really really appreciated it. You guys are the best and you guys work so professionally! You guys rock! (❁´▽`❁)*✲゚*
  • And last, these guys doing voice acting and they catches my attention so I want them to give publicity. (I should have done this before)

(❁´▽`❁)*✲゚* (⁎⚈᷀᷁▿⚈᷀᷁⁎)

Rileychasefox

He’s voice acting Natsu. (I’m in love with his voice. Okay, don’t get wrong) I really love how he voiced Natsu. It’s so funny and lovely. He’s the perfect role for Natsu. xD He’s soo good and amazing. OMG. °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

Actingbuggy

She’s voice acting Lucy. I love her voice. It’s so beautiful. She’s also amazing and talented. She’s also the perfect role for Lucy. Why is she so good? I’m so jelly. (*・▽・*)

Isamu Mamuro

He’s the one voice acting Zeref. Glob, he’s voice is so perfect for Zeref. Aahh, I love it so much! He’s amazing.

I FREAKING LOVE THEIR VOICE. I wonder why these guys haven’t in the company yet. ;-; Go and subscribe them! They are so nice and awesome people!

And before I finish, there’s one doujin AU dubbed that melts my heart. It’s Neko Lucy AU. They really put effort and feelings to it. I was totally shocked when they dubbed this. OMG. It makes me fall in love with this doujin all over again.

Go and check this out!

Part 2

Part 3 

PS. I don’t know why you guys like this doujin. OMG. xD

Other doujins

—>>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zs8Ap61fiy8
—>>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7C-2vpD6Fs
—>>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=obbds0ndFWk
—>>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jeTMyTQXyi0
(there’s so many of them and I’m pretty lazy to put them xD)

Be Kind

Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Words:   1171
Requested by Anonymous:  Hi! Can I request either a Jensen or Jared x reader (your choice!) where she their PA on set and they’ve had feelings for each other for a long time, but she’s afraid to move forward because she knows how harsh the fandom can be and she’s scared of getting close to him?

A/N: If you want tagged in anything, just let me know.


         “Good morning, Y/N,” Jensen smiled as soon as you walked onto the set with two cups of coffee and your usual planner to keep track of everything Jensen was supposed to do that day and the coming days.

           “Good morning,” you smiled as well. Being a personal assistant for Jensen Ackles was the best job you could have ever asked for. Not only did he treat you like a normal person, but he treated you like a friend, “I have coffee.”

           “Because you’re amazing,” he said, taking the coffee you offered him.

           “I try,” you grinned, taking a sip of the other coffee.

           “So, what’s on the agenda for the weekend?” Jensen asked as the two of you walked toward where he was going to be filming a scene.

           “You’re actually free this weekend,” you told him.

           “So, that means you’re free?” he asked.

           You nodded, “I guess that’s what it means too.”

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anonymous asked:

I really loved the "spice up those coffee shop AUs" you reblogged, I could just see every single situation with mckirk. I couldn't choose a favourite so could you please pick one that you like the most and do your magic? Also, I just wanted to say that you're very beautiful inside and out.

Based on this. Kind of? It went a different direction fairly quickly.

  • Owning a coffee shop is hard work, okay? Harder than Bones thought. His shop runs fine, he has enough customers on a daily base to run a decent profit each month, but it’s not all grinding coffee beans, making fancy cappuccinos, and smiling gently at guests. The latter is not Bones’ thing to begin with, but he has employees for that. And co-owner Uhura, who spends more time in front of the shop than in the little office for their paperwork. But then Uhura leaves on a honeymoon with Spock, and Bones suddenly has to stand behind that counter, pretending to know what he’s doing.
  • And Bones can make a good coffee, maybe among the best coffees, but his cappuccinos don’t look so great, and the professional foam machine has been broken since forever. The other employees don’t have any problems making fancy foam and cute little art with chocolate powder or whatever. “Dude,” Jim says, a hand on Bones’ shoulder, “I’m sorry, but those cappuccinos look like shit.” “Excuse me?” Bones asks, and Jim raises an eyebrow. “You heard me,” he replies. Who does this Jim even think he is? Obviously he has no idea Bones is actually the owner of this place, but somehow, Bones doesn’t mind that as much. “Oh, really?” Bones asks, “taste it.” “I’m not tasting that, it looks like the saddest cappuccino I’ve ever seen.” “Try it,” Bones persists, and Jim glances at him suspiciously, but then reaches out and takes a sip. “Okay,” he says, “that tastes pretty good-” “I told you.” “- but look at it! These hipsters demand not just great coffee, but also aesthetics.” Bones groans at that, and Jim laughs. “I agree, but they buy most of our coffee.” “Fine,” Bones says, “if you can spare a minute or two after your shift’s over, show me how to do it.”
  • Bones knows how to work the espresso machine, but for some reason, he’s happy to pretend he doesn’t just to have Jim explain it to him. "How long have you worked here?“ Jim asks, and Bones shrugs as an answer. “How long have you?” He counters. “A year, almost,” Jim says. “And you have no aspirations to look for something more… challenging?” Bones asks. “I’m trying to teach you how to make beautiful coffee,” Jim replies, “and for some reason, that proves to be rather challenging.” “Screw you,” Bones says, though with a small grin, and Jim laughs. “Maybe after you make me a beautiful coffee.”
  • Turns out, Jim actually has an astrophysics degree. It’s something he casually mentions one afternoon when it’s quiet, and he’s overseeing Bones making a coffee. “You have a- and you work here? Jesus, Jim.” “What?” Jim asks, “I like working here.” “But you could work for NASA!” “I can also make great coffees,” Jim replies, “and, you know, fail horribly at teaching you to make ones that look half decent. How can yours taste so great but look awful?” “That’s just who I am,” Bones says, and Jim laughs. “No, you look pretty great.”
  • “Bones, seriously, I’m worried that Uhura’s gonna get you fired if you keep making coffees looking as sorry as these,” Jim says, and Bones laughs. “I’m not gonna get fired,” he says. “I hope not,” Jim replies, “that would be a waste.” Truthfully, Bones practiced at home. He knows how to make those coffees the way Jim wants to see them. But there is something so nice about pretending to be clueless and maybe a little clumsy. To watch Jim sigh and smile and teach him again. Perhaps Bones is also purposely trying out Jim’s patience, because there’s gotta be something underneath that everlasting patience. Jim shouldn’t be patient. Had Bones not been the owner of this place, surely he’d be fired already.
  • The flirting is great, though. Jim isn’t shy at all, casually flirts along when Bones suggests Jim teaches him after office hours. He sees Jim’s lips curl into a smile when Bones’ hand briefly rests on Jim’s lower back as he passes him while helping a customer. He feels Jim’s hand on his arm to stop him from making “a mistake”, and his hand lingers even after Bones has corrected himself. And Bones tells himself nothing could ever happen between the two of them, because surely Jim’s more interested in the younger girls and guys who come in and ask for coffees. He must have someone at home waiting for him; being the bright, generous, and ridiculously good looking guy he is. So flirting is safe, and it’s fun, because nothing’s ever going to come of it.
  • The two of them are cleaning up after hours when Uhura returns. “Nyota,” Bones says, smiling at her as she walks in and pulls him into a quick hug, “how was your trip?” “Great. How was working in the shop, instead of running it in the background?” She asks, and Bones shrugs. “Manageable. Barely, but still.” “I don’t doubt Jim’s been a good help,” she says, nodding towards the other, who looks at Bones in disbelief. Bones throws him a small smile, and offers a simple shrug. Well, there goes that bit of fun. “Can you make me a coffee?” Uhura asks, and Bones nods. Doesn’t even think twice about it, and just makes Uhura a decent cappuccino.
  • “You lied to me,” Jim says, catching Bones when the other walks home. “What- have you been following me?” “Yes,” Jim says, “why didn’t you tell me?” “Okay, I’m co-owner,” Bones says. “Not that,” Jim replies, “I mean that you can actually make good looking coffees instead of that shit you produce around me.” “I was… testing your patience.” “Bullshit,” Jim replies, and Bones raises an eyebrow. “Okay,” Bones says, “I liked the way you taught me. And I enjoyed our… banter.” “Banter?” Jim repeats, “you mean the flirting?” “If you want to call it that,” Bones replies. “I do,” Jim says, “were you ever going to follow up on that flirting, or what?” “Were you?” Bones counters, and Jim frowns. “I was. I don’t know if we can do that, considering you’re my boss, but… I was going to ask you out, once you got your coffee right.” Bones laughs at that, and Jim narrows his eyes. “I don’t know if we can go through with that, though. Our relationship is build on a lie,” he says dramatically, and this time, they both laugh.
  • "I still want to go on a date with you,” Jim says eventually, when they cross the park that leads towards Bones’ home. Why Jim’s still walking with him is beyond him, but Bones isn’t quite stopping Jim either. “I never realized you were so serious about the flirting,” Bones says. “Of course I was,” Jim replies, “you weren’t?” “I mean, I never thought anything was going to happen,” Bones says, “not that I mind if it would, but you’re allround amazing, and I’m… I mean, I’m a divorced father who owns a coffee shop. You’re an astrophysicist. How does that even-” Jim leans in, kissing him to shut him up, and it’s something Bones readily accepts. Jim’s arms around his shoulders, his own arms find their way around Jim’s waist, keeping the other close. “Go out on a date with me,” Jim says when he pulls away. “Okay,” Bones says, out of breath, “I know a great coffee place.”
Pent-Up (Ruby/Cinder)

A/N: A Cinder/Ruby commission for @faeron-the-wanderer, set in some ambiguous modern AU. Pretty NSFW near the end, 700 words long. Enjoy!



Vanilla and cinnamon permeated the air. Warm, like melted butter trailing down her skin as Cinder stepped into her apartment. To see Ruby bustling about in the kitchen wasn’t too much of a surprise, especially since they swapped dinner duty every other night. But it made Cinder a little wary, since the girl usually only delved into the comfort of sweets and baking when she was stressed.

“I’m home,” she said under her breath, more for the ritual of it than anything else because there was no way Ruby didn’t see her walk in. The wall between the living room and the kitchen had a vast open space with lots of countertop, good for storing the normal bric-a-brac acquired after years of cohabitation and also Ruby’s general disdain for putting things where they belong.

She waved through the opening before turning her back on Cinder, focusing on whisking a bowl of sugar and eggs.

Setting aside her purse, Cinder went over to the little dividing wall, spotting a tray of cooling cookies. They were still soft and scorching hot, the way she liked them. In the next moment a glass of cold milk was resting next to her, and Ruby took her free hand, kissing the back of her palm.

“Welcome home.”

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Stereotypes: The Female Perspective of being “too” within society

A few of you had messaged me with interest of reading my grad school research paper on gender stereotypes within Pitch Perfect, I’ve excluded some of it, but thought you may be interested in the rest :) Let me know what you think, I would love if we could discuss and would love to hear what you think!!!!


“Okay, so all a woman has to do is ignore society’s expectations, be ambitious,
sit at the table, work hard, and then it’s smooth sailing all the way.
What could possibly go wrong?”
– Sheryl Sandburg, Lean In (p. 39)

From a young age, we, as human beings, are taught how to eat, dress, ride a bike, communicate, and if we are really lucky – we are taught to love. This love still comes with innate beliefs educated, often subconsciously, by those who raise us, those we befriend, and those we come across in all stages of life. These ‘stereotypes’, often learned through behavior not words, is most often not even recognized as stereotypes because they often impact us in ways we do not consciously, or verbally, acknowledge.

Now, let’s try to break these stereotypes down even further and focus solely on the female population and what females are often inherently taught growing up within society. Habitually, these teachings come from our female parental figures, guardians, grandmothers, sisters, and friends who are teaching without the knowledge that they are helping to shape our beliefs and opinions for the rest of our female lives. These unconscious teachings include: the appropriate way to act around males, how to look and act like a lady (never less), how to speak our minds – but not too much, never too much; how to be the perfect student, the perfect wife, the perfect mother, the perfect employee. It does not matter if by doing these things we are living as our best selves, if we are being the polite, quiet female we have been conditioned to be, nothing else is of equal relevance. Though, these stereotypes are learned behaviors through our peers.  

Exploring the mass media example of the film Pitch Perfect, released in 2012, the then-Indie-now-major-blockbuster-success focuses on an all-female acapella college group trying to find their way. The film pushes the limits of group female interactions and stereotypes of how women ‘should’ behave within society.  The film could be argued for many different stereotypes as it is packed full of theories begging to be discussed. To name a few, we cross paths with the overweight female – who introduces herself as ‘Fat Amy’, when questioned why she calls herself that, she answers (jokingly?) “So twig bitches like you don’t do it behind my back.” There’s the openly gay member (who is also African-American) of the group who they chose to have play the utmost extreme version of being both a lesbian and a black female. There’s the very exaggerated sexual member of the group, the quiet Asian character, and the overly cocky male members of the rival group. We also get to enjoy the banter of a misogynist male and provocative female acapella announcer team. But nothing quite speaks the weight like the female and male stereotypical roles thrown to the audience throughout the film.  

The female lead character ‘Beca Mitchell’, played by Anna Kendrick, is an incoming freshman at Barden University. Though young, Beca is extremely driven, sarcastic, antisocial, independent, and confident in her goal of becoming a music producer and doesn’t plan to focus on much of anything else.

Pause.

A woman… independent and driven in a successful film? Yes, I know it’s a strange concept. But that can’t just be all she is, she obviously needs more ‘depth’.  

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