i'd actually love to see her come back if there was a way

A worker, who claimed to have worked with Versus XIII before it was changed to FFXV, has leaked some information. Knowing that Versus XIII’s theme was MISERY (Nomura himself said that) and that the game would be very dark with heavy issues, this does sound legit. The original Versus XIII concept contained such things as yakuza boss Regis, him selling Noctis for a demon so that he’s bound to serve the Goddess of Death in this life and in the next, Noctis being addicted to hallucinations causing drug (manufactured by their family) and which gives him ability to see Stella (who is a real person, but no one else sees her).

The full text in the picture says:

“For example, one of the main characters of the game, Stella, inflected bodily harm on herself so that she could commute with what she believed to be deceased relatives (this behavior was actually the result of a certain medication she was prescripted for sleep disorder earlier in life, an ironically is a major plot point – more on that later). This ultimately culminated at her accidental suicide, which the main protagonist, Noctis, being told he was responsible for her death (he wasn’t, at least not directly). Moreover, many of the cinematic sequences in the game contained depictions of violence against women (it was completely in the context of the story=, with one sequence involving the implied rape of Stella in the hands of the white haired character many have seen in the original Versus trailer (Seifaris, in English). A key scene involving a ceremony of sorts demanded to be pulled altogether, effectively ruining a major plot point. Said scene involved demonic “claiming” of Noctis in his mother’s womb, Cycillia Lorette Caelum, the ruling Queen and the wife of King Regis. Due the pact made by his father (originally a “don” sof sort the Lucii yakuza family, not the good, watered down king written much later) Noctis was bound to the servitude of Etro, Goddess of Death (in this life and the next). This covenant gave the line the Lucii the Ring of Binding, power over life and death, through the Crystal of the Void (all this will be explained in the footage, so don’t get too caught up on it). So that the course had to be cut, citing “potentially sensitive religious content” since the character (Noctis) was more or less written as this world’s antichrist, cursed by his father in a deal with the power behind the Void to bring the coming apocalypse.

 A sequence involving a car chase and shootout, giving the player the option to kill Insomnian citizens. This is only due the fact that the target is running and attempting to hide within the crowd. This was probably one of my favorite early game scenarios, involving Noctis, Varis (bald headed bodyguard character that drives Noctis in a particular trailer, the one that keeps telling him to wake up), GLadio and Ignis. If you takes with delivering a large quantity of a street drug (secretly manufactured by a pharmaceutical company ownded by the Lucii family, of course) called Lunatelristium, marketed ad Lunatel, street name “Luna” (seriously though) that causes its user to have a lucid dreaming effect, where the individual is awake, yet sees things in the real would as through it’s a dream (loved ones long expired, ghosts, demons, locations changing back to how they looked in your earlier memories ect. It works on putting the minf in a state on conscious REM) – originally developed as a military grade sleep substitute for the Insomnian military (this concept was later adopted into the Magitek project), and used in a weaponized forms against a particular nation with disastrous effects. 

Noctis being addicted to this substance was absolutely essential to how the was able to interact with the female protagonist (Stella), as no one else would see her for a certain plot reasons, all of which is revealed about two hours into the game. He is only convinces that she is a hallucination after being held and interrogated by the INPD (yes, the original game had a police department in Insomnia, along with all the other normal things you would see in any regular city) – with the division head showing him camera footage of him covering no one as the bullet are being fired at him (Noctis thought he was covering Stella). Stella is in fact real, but it is a bit too convulsed to type without me spending 30 more minutes that I don’t have. Much of this information I did not release in my initial post months ago anonymously, because quite frankly, I was afraid of losing my job and legal ramifications. Now that much  has changed thanks to fan outcry (yes, they DO listen),a lot has changed… which I can’t discuss at this particular moment.

Now, you have my permission to release these plot details, but I am going to be honest in saying that I don’t know if Square will immediately hit your channel with a cease and desists, citing ownership of the content, but the fact is you won’t be posting any content, only information that is valid. This is where it becomes complicated and I cannot give you the best advice.”

Also a following message from the leak:

“ Hi, I am OP. I will clarify this point. Everything to described is unfortunately accurate, (I did not write it, that is the way they are explained). These events are listed as Chapter 1, with the second chapter beginning with Insomnia’s Crown City have its crystal actually extracted, by a small team of special forces units that literally blow the gates to the thrown room to get to the Crystal Vault (from the email). The key person is the white haired individual who is the adopted brother of Stella, who uses the spell ‘holy’ to nullify the unholy magic sealing the crystal, causing a magical explosion that takes out the top of the Lucii Family’s tower. They then storm the building with these forces in what is described as a “ruthless massacre”, shooting simply people who work there and don’t even have knowledge of the Crime Family’s illegal activities OR the Crystal. Holy is cast and the Vault opens revealing the Crystal. it is then “smuggled out”, collapsing the “Embrace of Etro”, something that causes the city to stay in perpetual night and be covered in a huge blueish shield. Then a coordinated attack with Magitek airships and Walkers start invading during Noctis’ Art of Insomnia Ball where he meets Stella. This is when the attack formally commences. I will post unreleased storyboards to display this with text in Japanese and english below it.

Sorry I could not type more. I am being bombarded. “

ALSO; if this is true, we will get this original game in some extent:

“Hi, I am OP. This is the next FF project that will enter full development when Episode 2 of FFVIIRemake has begun. The source says the development team is simply calling it "Final Fantasy Versus”. No number.Likewise, Nomura did not come to Square to request it, but agreed it will be made in an agreement with him supporting FFVIIR project fully. Via e-mail. Thank you.I’m sorry, I know nothing else development specific.“”

Ok so I’ve been seeing a ton of those ‘we need more representation at hogwarts’ posts and I was like hell why not more Jewish representation at Hogwarts (and like everywhere else but that’s another story). No like imagine though
  • parents calling/or I guess writing the school to make sure that their kids get a kosher meal option and that there’s a good Jewish presence
  • having Friday night and Saturday morning and Holiday services in the room of requirement
  • bar and bat mitzvahs would be fuckin epic like imagine having your bar or bat mitzvah in the Great Hall like hot damn people would talk about that for centuries like what was your bar/bat mitzvah theme? oh just REAL LIFE WIZARDING MAGIC
  • on a more depressing note learning about how Voldemort tried to wipe out anyone who wasn’t pureblood brings up too many Holocaust parallels and is actually extremely upsetting to many students/ many of the Jewish kids teach their non-muggleborn friends about the Holocaust when they ask why they’re getting so distraught
  • but on a lighter note Hannukah at Hogwarts would be fuckin awesome. like Slytherin students charming their dreidels so they can win every time, Hufflepuffs making everyone homemade gifts and shit, EVERYONE fucking making latkes bc those rule, also the kitchen elves being like wtf is a latke and the students being like prepare to have your mind fuckin blown
  • giving the Jewish students the day off on Yom Kippur bc like how the frick are you supposed to function come on (that should apply to every school not just magical ones let’s be honest here)
  • accidentally saying spells in Hebrew because if you grew up learning Hebrew and English it’s gonna slip out when speaking another foreign language (happens to me all the time in Spanish)
  • getting howlers from concerned mothers who just want you to call back or write back because they love you and they want to make sure you’re warm and well fed (but they remind you that the cooking will never be as good as their own, and your mom is probably right, you miss her brisket and kugel) and if you’re dating anyone make sure it’s a nice jewish boy/girl!
  • religious kids arguing over what kind of magic is okay to use on Shabbat and holidays
  • religious kids getting kippot that match their respective houses
  • religious kids davening in their common rooms each morning
  • having a succah in the courtyard on Succot, but it does the bigger on the inside thing like the tents at the Quidditch world cup, so on the outside it looks pretty small and humble but you get inside and it’s like decked the fuck out and there’s candy from honeydukes everywhere and it’s just amazing
  • dressing up on Halloween and Purim and giving shalach manot to their friends and professors
  • WHY CANT YOU EAT BREAD FOR THE WHOLE WEEK? This question comes up whether you’re in the wizarding world or not let’s face it.
  • HOGWARTS SEDERS. The great hall decorated for the Seder. those long ass Hogwarts tables decorated with like ten Seder plates because they are so long. Students staying up way past their bedtime because it’s the Seder and that’s just what you do. all the kids who were at the Seder just wiped out in classes the next day.
  • Jewish wizards charming matzah into actually tasting decent (what a thought)
  • Jewish wizards inviting their non Jewish friends to Seders and Friday night dinners
  • Introducing friends to the magical bread that is Challah and kids being like 'damn son I do magic all day every day but this is true magic’
  • Jewish wizard couples just because
  • Celebrating Israeli Independence Day at Hogwarts (that would be a dream come true holy moly) like cooking falafel and stuff with the kitchen elves that would be amazing
  • basically just send me to Hogwarts already

After Hook cast the Dark curse, we were shown three waves of rainbow magic sweeping across town. It seemed like overkill at the time, but they were the perfect way to distract us from the fact Hook’s Dark Curse was never broken. Since the curse seems to follow the desires of the person who cast it, I thought it would be interesting to look at what that might mean.

“I want to hurt you, like you hurt me.”

Apart from Hook wanting what he always wanted when he cast the curse - revenge on the Dark One - he also revealed what he wanted to do to Emma when he found out he was the Dark One in Storybrooke. He wanted to hurt her like she hurt him… so how did she hurt him?

  • Turned him into a villain again, a person he didn’t want to be
  • Lied to him
  • Stood in the way of his revenge
  • Took away his agency
  • Controlled him
  • Chose to save Regina over being his happy ending
  • Stole his memories

Right away we saw him hurt Emma in retaliation by taking her memories after finding out he was the Dark One in Storybrooke. It was her last crime - in his eyes - that wasn’t accounted for under his curse. All the other ways in which she hurt him, he knew about when casting it. This means they already were part of the curse and his memory loss was the last thing that kept his curse from taking on its full effect in Storybrooke, but they were a slave to it as soon as they landed, maybe as soon as the smoke came. They were already compromised. Emma may have taken their memories without anticipating she would be under his spell once in Storybrooke. After she got there, she may not have been capable of cleaning up her own mess. It was only a matter of time before their entire world was bent to his wishes.

When Hook cast the curse, he was incredibly angry about Emma controlling him with Excalibur.

Emma: “I’m never going to try to control you again. I love you.”
Hook: “It’s just I’m usually the one who has to say that first.”
Emma: “Yeah, well…”


After that exchange - with Hook showing surprise about Emma expressing her love - they go to Camelot’s displaced Granny’s where Hook casts his curse almost right away. The anger driving him was all about creating a world where nobody controlled him - and one where he controlled Emma specifically.


Emma: “You were playing me the whole time.”
Hook: “Once you lied about Excalibur all bets were off. I knew it was just a matter of time before you tried controlling me. And now, no-one will ever control me again.”


She just promised him she wouldn’t try to control him again and she follows that up by telling him she loves him. Their kiss didn’t work to break the Dark One curse. Hook later goes to talk to Belle. He already suspected and now he knows for sure she was lying, especially if he feels certain of his love for her. If he wants to hurt her like she hurt him, it makes sense for the curse to take complete control of Emma. He would use emotional manipulation on top of the curse itself and take her lie about love and force her to live it.

In this light, the conversation where Emma tells Regina there is no Savior for the current curse takes on a new meaning. If Emma can’t really control what she does, she was working within the limitations of Hook’s curse already. She may not even be capable of being nice to Regina anymore - Hook was jealous she chose to save Regina - and she is incapable of telling her the truth. So she antagonizes her, trying to challenge her into being their Savior.

This conversation may mark real Emma’s final moments of resisting Hook’s curse, before she lost control over her life completely and became a slave to his desires. It was the only way to try and let Regina know she was powerless.

“Good you, still in there.”


The scene where Emma angrily tells Regina to step up and do what needs to be done reinforces this. Regina specifically describes seeing good Emma shining through. She’s right but the thing she doesn’t realize is that Emma isn’t limited by the Dark One curse, she isn’t compromised in the way Regina assumes. She’s limited by Hook’s curse. The good part of Emma is the one yelling at Regina, trying to give her a message. That’s why Regina doesn’t understand what Emma’s trying to say.

Gold warns her that ‘you always lose the ones you love the most’, after which Emma goes into the shed to cry over her memories in private. Just like the others Gold assumes she’s only under the influence of the Dark One curse. We are once again misled because we see Emma choosing Hook over and over again and the person who is most familiar with the Dark One curse tells us that she has a choice. Right reasoning, wrong curse. Emma can still cry in private, but she can’t tell anyone what’s really going on. She feels she’s already lost them at this point. It’s telling that the people she hurts the most as the Dark One are the people Hook has a vendetta against. Hook turns Emma into a villain like she did to him. Since then we’ve seen her become selfish and judgmental, acting like an addict when it comes to Hook.

When Hook regains his memories and takes her memories instead, it seems like Hook made it particularly easy for Emma to find the stolen memories, but can we be sure they weren’t edited? They were stolen and added to the curse with just one dreamcatcher™ while in Storybrooke there were several ones. Technically both Emma and Hook could have done their own editing. There may be memories the characters - and the audience - still don’t know about.

“Evil doesn’t always look evil. Sometimes it’s staring right at us, and we don’t even realize it.”

What we do know for sure is that this seems to mark the end of Emma fighting back. His Dark curse seems to be taking full effect. Hook gets forgiven for everything by everyone, Emma endangers her entire family and takes them to the Underworld for him after he tries to kill them all. Nobody questions it because the Dark One curse was lifted and Emma looks like herself again, but we were warned by Regina herself that evil doesn’t always look evil.


Emma seems to have identified Regina as the key to breaking this curse. Was it because there actually is a Savior for this curse - built in by Merlin who put it together? Darkness wants to snuff out the light, we know it came for Regina right away when it was free. The curse isn’t just Hook’s, it was described as the darkness using him to get what it wants. So his desires serve a greater purpose. If Regina is the one to bring back light together with Emma, then the darkness fighting the light and using Hook as a vessel - because it wants Emma and Regina apart… seems to have worked.

Or is it because Emma knows there really is no Savior, only leaving the most powerful magic of all as an option to break this curse? Knowing that it can only work if Regina loves her back. Was Emma giving Regina the dagger a way of telling her that she loved her and had the power to save her or destroy her depending on Regina’s feelings? After all True Love’s kiss up to that point was the only way we’d seen the Dark One curse almost being broken. Is Regina’s insecurity about being worthy of love the key to breaking this curse?

We’ve all noticed that Emma seems more like her old self as soon as she gets close to Regina. Regina is the only one who stands up to Hook and has expressed criticism since the curse took hold. It does seem like the curse has less of a hold on her. If all the heroes are compromised except for her, then at some point she will have to realize her power. She will have to rely on her inner compass instead of on mimicking what Emma and the Charmings do. Right now it could be she’s blinded because she still sees herself as a villain and them as heroes just because of their old labels.

“It’s like my whole life is darkness and when you’re around, things are brighter.”


When Lily told Emma she made her life more bright, Emma didn’t listen, now it seems like she is in the same position. She couldn’t understand how Lily could have everything she could only dream of and throw it all away. How she could still be unhappy. Now technically Emma too has everything she ever wanted and yet… it’s not what she needed.

Regina seems to be to Emma what Emma was to Lily in the past. We’ve seen it before. Regina doesn’t try to save Emma. In Neverland she taught Emma magic so she could turn on her own light while Hook and Neal were fighting over her. She has been loving and supporting Emma, going to the Underworld for her without expecting anything in return, saving her from the wish realm. Regina has been a light in that she tries to remind Emma of who she is, remind her of her own power. A light that brings clarity in its brightest moments.

The power of the Dark Hook curse seems tied to Storybrooke and Storybrooke’s magic. Emma acted more like herself when they left Storybrooke for New York and the magic was tied to the crystal. Proximity to the crystal seems to impact them. Regina and Emma were interacting like before and parenting Henry together. As soon as magic came back into the crystal, Hook came back and when they arrived back in Storybrooke, she went right back to him. In the wish realm Emma also acted more like her former self once she remembered who she was… until she returned to Storybrooke. Same with their time in the land behind the mirror where they were working together. Seems like there’s a bit of a pattern there.

“I should have known that Operation Cobra: Part Two wouldn’t have been as simple as I thought. Because it’s a sequel, and they’re always more involved than the original.”

What unifies the entire story is the Black fairy’s Dark curse. Everyone used and adjusted her basic recipe to cast it, but beyond that we can actually divide the story in two parts. Regina’s Dark curse was the original. Emma broke its hold and Regina herself destroyed it completely after sending Emma and Henry away taking them all back to the Enchanted Forest. The second part starts right after the missing year with Snow White’s curse. We know everyone’s memories were returned, but that part of the curse was Zelena’s addition, so since we never went back and Emma started giving in to Hook as soon as that curse was cast, we may also still be influenced by Snow’s desires. She even admitted she started planning Emma’s wedding after the first curse. Then Hook cast his curse and Emma marrying him while singing and dancing would definitely seem like something that would happen where Hook and Snow’s desires intersect.

The Black Fairy’s curse is now added to both of these curses, but they seem to form a whole. It seems like Regina possesses a particular power she is unaware of, so it makes sense that the Darkness used the desires of people like Snow and Hook to set the stage. Snow carries resentment towards the Evil Queen. She may want Regina to be happy, but that’s not all there is to it if you look at what happens as soon as Snow’s curse is cast. Regina falls for a man she previously wasn’t interested in, but she always keeps losing him… just like Snow kept losing Charming because of the Evil Queen. Marian showed up, putting Regina in the same position she was in when David was married to Kathryn. Snow also wishes very traditional things for her daughter, like a marriage and a man. Where Emma always kept a bit of a distance with Hook, after Snow’s curse, she started to let him in. Hook’s curse took all these things to the next level, with Emma torn by the desires of others and Regina far away from her. They barely interact.

Emma & Regina were always the power couple. Together they have defeated most of the threats to the town. So what did the darkness achieve, exactly? What did those two curses achieve? They weakened Emma and Regina’s bond and they kept them apart. We weren’t made to fear the Black fairy. She’s not the scariest villain we’ve ever had. What we are made to fear is that this is really how the story ends. What is everyone really going into the Final Battle for? What are we worried about? About the Black Fairy or about the fact that Emma Swan doesn’t seem like herself anymore and that Henry’s parents are talking even less now than back when they seemed to hate each other? What set this story in motion in the first place? We can sense that the Black Fairy and Gideon are a summary of all of Emma’s fears she needs to face in order to win. Emotionally, however, we all feel exactly what this battle is about.

The songs in Emma’s heart are all the elements that go into the final battle. In the past Hook says he doesn’t need Snow & Charming’s treasures, their gold or their title. In the present he married their golden-haired greatest treasure, which technically makes him a prince… but he’s shown right for the wedding he’s still driven by that same revenge from the past. Meanwhile Regina’s Evil Queen song is one about resisting love. She tears Emma’s baby blanket up, she gets upset when Granny sings about the princess and when Snow and Charming sing about their daughter, she sings about her happy ending at the same time. Emma carries this conflict in her heart. What’s different between Hook and Regina is that Regina isn’t the Evil Queen anymore. She has let love in. Self love. She loves Henry. She let Robin love her and cared about him. She has profoundly changed since singing that song.

As the Evil Queen mentioned earlier, there is a very thin line between love and hate…

…and they’ve both worked too hard to have their happiness destroyed.

So, this is it. The Final Battle indeed.

How I'd Personally Rewrite all The Characters

Steven is basically his season 1 self: Naive but wise, a sweet boy who’s doing his best to understand all these complex things but sometimes oversimplifies things and fails miserably at his task. He doesn’t get a handle on his powers so quickly and he learns that there’s no shame in asking for help.

Garnet is also her season one self, but instead of being super stone cold, she tries her best to hide her emotions but sometimes breaks down. She’s trying to be everyone’s rock and keep the group together, but she forgets that she has her weaknesses too and sometimes just needs to be comforted. Ruby and Sapphire have better personalities outside of Small Angry™ and Cold Elegant™. Ruby is actually the more empathetic one who is really very sweet, and Sapphire is sweet too but she has trouble understanding how people might feel (as seen in Keystone Motel).

Amethyst is mostly the same, but she has issues outside of being defective. She feels left out among the gems because she wasn’t there for the war, she joined everyone really late and doesn’t know much about being a gem. She misses the bond she could have had with her fellow rebels, and as soon as she meets the Famethyst, she argues that they should take them back to Earth. (Plus her sloppiness is taken down a notch or two– having the fat character be extremely lazy and disorganized while the skinny characters are elegant and pretty is fatphobic)

Bismuth is exactly the same; she’s really well written and I love her. I made a post before about how she’s unbubbled immediately and goes to travel earth for awhile to think about what happened and try to calm down. That’s her story and maybe she gets a spinoff about her adventures.

Pearl is less abusive, more like a mother who tries her best to be a good mom but is often misguided because she doesn’t know what she’s doing and Garnet and Ame usually step in to help. She misses Rose but she has issues outside of her dead pink girlfriend and/or being just a pearl. She has problems with perfectionism and will absolutely push herself to be perfect and not allow herself to mess up. (Give me Pearl with OCD, honestly).

Peridot is a mixture of her pre-redemption self and redemption arc self. She’s brilliant and can be stone cold but is also very easily flustered. She can be very tactless and say things that come off as rude, but it’s not out of maliciousness. She’s curious and speaks her mind often. She has a quick temper but it’s not played for laughs– instead it’s more heartbreaking because she’ll tear up in frustration over not being able to understand. She wants to understand and know things because she wants to be good, but certain concepts are hard for her to grasp.

Lapis is… Well, let’s be real, there’s not much to start with. I’d make her super humorous and silly, but also melodramatic with a persecution complex. She constantly thinks gems are out to get her and takes things very personally. It takes her awhile to learn to trust others, and let go of some unhealthy coping mechanisms. She eventually learns to let loose and especially bonds with Amethyst over their shared sense of humor.

Jasper’s personality would be the same as her canon self, but her story would be different. Instead of Lapis dragging her to the ocean and her being tortured, she tells Lapis that the crystal gems are probably just going to bubble them both and that they’ll never be free. That they can only do this together. Lapis believes her, they fuse, but instead of fighting them, Lapis takes control and they fly away. Both dislike each other, but are too afraid of being hurt to unfuse. It’s a toxic relationship but not really an abusive one (they’re not the same thing. You need a power imbalance for there to be an abuser, and there can only be one abuser in a relationship). Jasper and Lapis both feel like they’re stronger together, and despite not getting along, they both make the decision to fight the crystal gems. During the Malachite arc, there’s a fight with Alexandrite and it’s a stalemate, and Steven actually convinces Lapis to unfuse, reaching her through Malachite. Lapis unfuses with Jasper and Jasper runs off. Her arc mostly plays out the same way, but Steven fights to heal her during the corruption scene. She gives up on fighting them, but doesn’t join them either and instead occasionally shows up to help with a monster or something, sort of being an anti-hero. She’s good at calming the corruptions down and knows how to reach out to them since she worked with them in her army. Maybe she and Bismuth even meet up for an episode and work together to help some monsters.

The Ruby squad doesn’t change much, but instead of rotting in space they show up as Team Rocket-esque villains who torment the Crystal Gems with a kinda, punch first, ask questions later personality. The CGs have no idea what they want until they reveal they’re looking for Jasper and when they’re told that the CGs don’t know, they give up and search for Jasper on their own. They get some cute episodes about their quests.

Yellow and Blue diamond aren’t really leaders– they’re just puppets for white diamond. Blue is devastated after the rebellion and the loss of Pink, and thinks that they need to go against White (who is kind of their abusive mom). Blue is also less pissy with Ruby and Sapphire– they’re brought in front of WD and she demands the shattering. Yellow is more terrified of what would happen if they went against WD and “what’s the use in feeling blue” is more about convincing her to stop her insubordination. WD hates PD and sees her as a failure, so she wants evidence that she existed to be eradicated.

Idk just thoughts

aquarpisc  asked:

Hi, my birthday is February 19th and I'd love something along the lines of enemies to lovers Modern AU (smut) if that's possible. Thank you so much to all the authors who contribute!! <3

Originally posted by butteryplanet

Wishing you a wonderful birthday! To start you days off right, the always delightful @appleblossomgirl0305 has written this perfect bit of Everlark, just for you! Enjoy!


Treed

Rating: M/E

Trigger warnings: Logging operations? Heights? The mating habits of quail?

A/N: Happy birthday! I hope all of your birthday wishes come true! Never-ending gratitude to @xerxia31 for helping in every way possible.


Peeta hunkered down in his chair, swiveling away from the opening of his cubicle. He had two immediate problems; his editor was looking for him and he was hungover. Again. Plutarch Heavensbee was hard to take on a normal day, but with a blazing headache and already sour stomach, Peeta feared the consequences of a run in this morning.

“Damn,” he muttered, sucking a sharp whistling breath as he burned his tongue on his scaldingly hot coffee. Why did the little kiosk in the entryway always insist on making horribly weak, but ridiculously hot coffee? Maybe a better question was why he continued to buy it. But every time he walked into the chrome and marble opulence of the Capital Media Corps foyer, with its twenty stories of frantically busy, hungry machine of information and commerce looming above him, he felt like an imposter. He felt like every silk-shirted woman in her clackity-clacking heels determinedly running to the next important story, each shiny-shoed, cuff-linked man barking into his cell phone that he “needed it yesterday, dammit!” could tell he didn’t really belong there. That he was a small-town boy from District 12 who still dreamt of his parent’s bakery, cinnamon and dill-scented tendrils curling through his dreams.

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anonymous asked:

I have a prompt for you if you're taking them! In 5x02 what if instead of Rebecca Fog it was a man, and the whole situation that Castle got in to with her somehow happened to Beckett instead with their roles reversed? And Castle walked in on a man on top of Beckett?? I'd love to see how Castle would react!

“How could you agree to a date with that stupid weatherman,” Castle hisses, striding out of the news station on her heels. “Rainer Shine? What kind of name is that?”

“He wasn’t so stupid when he was interviewing you on TV,” she tosses back over her shoulder, fishing her car keys from her coat pocket and unlocking her cruiser. “And he caught me off guard. I didn’t know what else to say.”

“Uh, how about no?” he grumbles, his frown falling into a pout as they venture through the parking garage together and Beckett huffs.

“When he asked me if I was seeing someone, I just panicked, okay?” she defends, still hating the look that had flashed across her partner’s face when the weatherman gunning to take their victim’s place on the station had walked off the set with Castle after their on air interview and promptly inquired about her status. “And after what Miles said when we interviewed him about coworkers dating and secret workplace romances and imploding, I just-”

“Beckett, that’s not going to happen with us,” he argues, catching her hand before she can curl her fingers around the car door handle. “We’re not going to drown in any lies. And you - you just ensured that by taking the date.”

Kate purses her lips and glances up at him, the strained smile he’s attempting to hold for her, and sighs, shakes off his hand so she can touch her fingers to his jaw in the darkness of the parking garage.

“Will you come over afterwards?” she murmurs, painting her thumb to his chin, relief skittering through her chest when he grins.

“Of course. Text me as soon as it’s done and I’ll be on my way.”

She drifts forward in her heels to brush a kiss to his mouth, to steal a moment in the shadows before they head back into a reality where he’s still her writer, she’s his muse, but they aren’t together. 

And something about that continues to make her stomach churn.

-

Beckett isn’t exactly comfortable with Randall (Rainer Shine’s actual name) coming over to her apartment after their somewhat uncomfortable dinner at the fancy restaurant uptown, but he insists on walking her to her door, and then sharing a glass of wine, and she’s just desperate to ditch the guy so her actual boyfriend can come over.

“You know, Miles told me he was convinced that you and that Castle guy were together,” Randall muses, his green eyes scanning over her bookshelves while she reluctantly pours two glasses of wine in the kitchen. “And Rick is a cool guy, I’ve interviewed him a handful of times on the red carpet.”

“Yeah?” Beckett answers, placing the bottle back on the countertop. 

“Obviously not very smart, though,” he chuckles, sauntering into the kitchen to stand beside her. “How long have you guys been working together? Years? And he never made a move?”

“Well-”

“Quite the idiot, if you ask me,” Randall smirks, reaching out to graze his knuckles down Kate’s arm. 

She’s wearing a simple black dress, pretty enough to be formal, not special enough for her to feel like it was being wasted on the wrong man, but the sleeveless piece has her wishing she’d gone with something more matronly now.

Kate shrugs him off and holds out his wine instead. “How about we sit? I’d love to hear more about your transition from entertainment to meteorology.”

“Ah, well, I’ve always had a passion for the weather,” Randall begins, following her to take a seat on the sofa, a little too close for comfort, but the further Kate scoots away, the closer he gets. “But I wanted to explore all of my options.” 

She nods around a sip of her wine, withdraws her phone from her clutch on the coffee table while Randall continues. 

“And pop culture reporters can be found anywhere these days, a good meteorologist? Much more valuable. And after years interviewing celebrities, this new opening to do the weather was just too good to refuse.”

“Makes sense,” Beckett mumbles, checking for any updates on the case, withholding her smile at the goofy messages Castle’s been sending her all night. 

She begins to type out a reply when Randall’s arm drapes across the head of the couch, his fingers dusting at her neck.

“Detective, am I boring you?”

Kate glances up from her phone, tries not to roll her eyes at the man staring back at her with a lazy grin. He was good looking, built and born with a killer smile, she wouldn’t deny that, but he wasn’t her type.

And these days, no one but the blue eyed writer with the crooked smile fit her criteria anyway.

“No, I was just making sure the precinct hadn’t-”

Randall reaches for her phone, causes her thumb to slip when she has to tighten her grip to stop him from slipping the device from her fingers. 

“I’d kill for your full attention,” he states with a wink, releasing the phone, but stealing her other hand. “Besides, didn’t you take the night off for our date?”

“Yeah, which I’m starting to regret,” she mutters, yanking her hand from his grasp, but it only falls to her knee and Kate squares her jaw. “I actually think you should go.”

-

The sight of her photo illuminating the screen of his phone has his heart exalting in relief and Castle tightens his grip on the bouquet of flowers in his grasp, swipes his thumb over the device to answer her call. 

He’s been waiting around on her block for the last half hour, wandering around Tribeca and growing more anxious the later the night became, but he starts towards her place now with a spring in his step.

“Hey Beckett, has your disaster date finally come to a close?” he greets, waiting for her reply, but instead, he hears nothing.

Nothing but muffled voices, a brewing argument, and he hastens his pace down the sidewalk.

“Kate?” he tries again, still receiving no answer. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to share the dessert we brought back from the restaurant first?” He can hear the weatherman, Rainer Shine, attempting to coax. “I’d hate for this night to end so prematurely.”

“No, thank you,” the clipped response of Beckett’s voice fills his ear next, the rustling sound of movement following, the telltale click of her heels. “I think it’s best I show you out.”

“Aww, are you sure, beautiful?” the other man sighs. “Tell me I can’t change your mind.”

Her apartment comes into view and Castle ups his speed to a jog, dodging other pedestrians and a speeding car to reach her security door. He uses the key she had given him to shove the door open and takes the stairs to her floor so he won’t lose service in the elevator.

“You can’t,” Kate answers flatly.

“Oh, come on,” the other man pushes. “I hate being told no.”

Rick grits his teeth, tries not to crush the flowers in his fist.

“Well, get used to it. Hey, let me go-”

He can hear the shift of furniture, the stumble of Kate’s heels and the protest in her voice, and Castle’s blood boils just in time to overflow as he reaches her door. He doesn’t hesitate, finding it unlocked when he tries the handle and stumbling into her apartment, his gaze snapping to the living room and the man pinning his girlfriend on the sofa.

“Kate!”

“Rick Castle? What are you doing here?” Randall questions, glancing up in surprise from the couch, where he’s straddled over Beckett.

Who promptly knees him in the groin.

Randall yelps and collapses sideways and Castle rushes into the living room, reaches for Kate’s hand as she sits up, her cheeks flushed with rage and her eyes dangerously dark.

“Kate? Hey, are you okay?” he murmurs, cupping her shoulders in his palms, feeling her bones tremble beneath his hands even as she nods, rakes her fingers through her hair to pull it together.

“Was that really necessary?” Randall huffs, pushing himself up from the sofa, and Castle releases Beckett, inserting himself between her and the other man. “And hey, what are you-”

“Castle!” Beckett hisses when Rick connects his fist to the other man’s jaw, sending him spiraling back down to the floor.

“It was necessary,” he growls, not resisting the tug of Kate’s hand on his arm, following her into the kitchen while Randall remains groaning on the floor. 

“Why is he in your apartment?”

“How did you know to come here?”

They both pause and Kate sighs, glances back to the living room.

“I didn’t want him here, but he walked me up after dinner and then wanted to talk and wouldn’t leave,” she grumbles, returning her gaze to him with an arch of her brow. “Your turn.”

“You must have butt-dialed me,” Castle explains, nodding to her phone, tossed on the floor of her living room now. “I got a call from you, but when I answered it, all I could hear was you telling him to leave. And him not complying.”

Kate takes a step closer, narrows her eyes on him. “How did you get here so fast?”

“Well, I - may have been… nearby,” he hedges, unable to quell the desire to place his hands on her waist, feel the bones of her hips through the fitted fabric of her dress. “I’m glad I was, though.”

“He wasn’t going to get any farther than he did,” she assures him, snagging her fingers in the edges of his jacket. “Trust me.”

They both turn towards the sound of rustling near the couch, Randall heaving himself up from the ground. 

“I’m just going to go now,” he states, wincing as he limps through a few steps towards the door. “Sorry if I got the wrong idea, Detective Beckett.”

Kate doesn’t answer, glaring at the man throughout his entire stagger towards the door, making him look like a cowering fool as he finally shuffles through it and out into the hall. 

“You could press charges,” Castle murmurs as soon as Randall is gone, tightening his hands on her hips, the image of her pinned beneath another man without her consent reigniting the fire in his blood. “Assault. Harassment. Something.”

“I’m considering it,” she sighs, drifting forward and dropping her head to his chest. “I’ll think about it more in the morning. But you know our cover may be blown, right?”

Castle shakes his head and lifts his hands from her waist, wraps his arms around her body and holds her close. “After tonight, I honestly don’t care. We’ll figure something out, hopefully be able to keep working together, but I don’t want to see other people.”

“Me neither.” Her head lifts from his chest and she musters a small smile for him. “Will you stay?”

“I had no intentions of leaving unless you told me to,” he murmurs, brushing his knuckles between her shoulder blades, attempting to soothe the tension that resides there. “You should run a bath, relax for the night. I’ll straighten up out here.”

Her lips quirk as she nods, leans in to dust a kiss to his mouth. 

“I’ll run the bath, you can straighten up, but I’d prefer to relax together.”

Castle grins and nudges his nose to her cheek. “Date night is saved.”

The sound of her chuckle is soft, the apple of her cheek rising to touch his lips, and Kate squeezes his hips before letting go, drifting out of his arms and stepping out of her heels.

“Meet me in the tub, Castle.”

~Morning Cuddles~

When you have to study, but have needy hybrids who just want to chill in bed all day with you.

cathybrid!yoongi/doghybrid!taehyung/reader

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🎶Up in the skyyy- NO. You fumble around blindly, snaking your hand through the warm sheets to try and find your phone without having to actually open your eyes.

Where the hell is it? It’s gotta be around here somewhere. Ah, got it. You desperately poke the screen and it finally goes quiet, encasing the room in a cocoon of silence. Goosebumps pop out along your hand and you shudder at the cold air, yanking your appendage back into the nest of blankets.

How can it already be 6:00 am? It seems like only moments ago you had gone to bed, winding down for a blissful sleep. Your eyes are barely cracked open and through the haziness you can see that it’s still definitely dark outside.

You love that song, it’s one of your favorites, hence why you chose it as your alarm, but you’re not doing it. You refuse to get up. It’s way too cozy in here. With the warmth of your sheets and comforter, the softness of your pillows, even the weight that’s crushing you more and more as the seconds, or is it minutes, that tick by are making you almost fall back into oblivion. Almost being the key word. Unfortunately, your lungs start to scream otherwise.

Damn it.

You groan, which seemingly uses the last of your air supply and you start fidgeting in discomfort.

Why must he insist on laying right on top on you? You half-heartedly try to push him away and the only response you are rewarded with is a grunt before he crushes you even closer to him.

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anonymous asked:

Hey! Anon who had sent the snowbaz prompt about the color yellow, etc. that was really really awesome! You're writing style is fantastic, and the quality is amazing!! Wow! Are you still excepting prompts? Because if so I'd love to see perhaps an insecure Baz and snow being kind? I really loved how you handled snow being self deprecating in your fic and how Baz handled it and I'd love to see something the other way around? Also, park, cold, blanket, eyes, bird, and leafs? That'd be so awesome,omg

AWWWWW OMGS TY ANON!!!!! OKAY SO the sad thing is I kinda got carried away and didn’t include EVERYTHING that you asked for, but I tried to get as much as I could. SECOND OF ALL I hope it’s okay, but I decided to try and use this for the @snowbaz-feda thingy (that I have been wanting to participate in and have only now been able to get something done) so um…. yeah here we go!! 


It was a beautiful spring morning with birds singing their cheerful tunes as they hid among the swaying leaves of trees with twisting branches and big, bright blossoms. There were cheerful shrieks of children running through the open fields playing games of tag and such. Toddlers giggled as they attempted to chase after fluttering butterflies, almost tumbling to the ground before they pulled themselves up again, playing the game until the butterfly flew too far.

And amongst the hoards and hoards of people, where three people in their early twenties, taking advantage of their spring break and strolling through the lush gardens. The tallest of the three held hands loosely with the boy beside him, who was easily recognizable by his bronze hair and blue eyes. And next to him a short girl had her arm linked through his, rolling her eyes at every remark the two made. Honestly, Penny had no idea why she even tried to spend time with the two dorks that were Simon Snow and Baz Pitch. They were so in love it was sickening.

“I could totally fly up to the top of that tree,” Simon argues, looking at the rather gigantic tree in front of them. Baz snorts.

“Please Snow. You can barely fly a foot off the ground.”

“That’s because I didn’t really try.”

“You’re both idiots.”

“Nobody told you to come, Bunce,” Baz says, but there’s a small smile on his lips.

“I had to come or else you both would’ve gotten yourselves killed. Need I remind you of that time at the zoo?”

“BUT THEY WERE SO SAD PENNY–”

“Nope. I’m not having this conversation again, Simon. Honestly both of you act like children.”

“Do not,” Baz scoffs. Penny raises an eyebrow.

“Okay fine maybe a little bit.”

“Case and point.”

“Whatever.” They walk a little while longer, enjoying the many sounds of the park and the smell of spring air. And as they did, Simon tried to douse the crippling anxiety that was forming within him. Today was the day, and he was worried how Baz would react.

Baz wasn’t exactly the easy-to-read type. If he was being honest with himself, he could barely figure out that his “plotting” face was actually his “madly-in-love” face when they were still at Watford, which means that he was either incredibly stupid, or Baz hid his emotions well. Sure, as they started to get used to each other Simon got better and better at reading Baz, but it wasn’t exactly like he was an open book. He didn’t know how much Baz loved him. He could just be going through the motions, or he could love him so much that it felt like a weight was crushing on his chest.

But, as Penny caught his gaze, he knew he had to do this. It was now or never.

Baz was worried. More worried than he’s ever been in his entire life, and that was a lot of worrying. He saw the signs before Simon himself seemed to realize them. The way he was wringing his hands nervously whenever he spoke to Baz, the way he didn’t really quite meet Baz’s eyes. He also seemed to be, in a way, distancing himself a little, as if he found Baz…. repulsive.

Sure he shouldn’t think about these things too much but….

Simon Snow hated Baz for a total of seven years with every inch of his being. They were constantly growling at each other, seeing who could pack the hardest punch. They were constantly picking at each other, which made it seem almost impossible for Baz to have a shot with him. Let’s be honest here, when a guy calls you a “bastard” twenty-four seven and considers you as his “enemy,” there’s a good chance he hates you more than you can possibly know.

But… somehow, in the middle of a flaming forest with years of self-hatred pouring off of him in waves, Simon Snow kissed him, sparking a new fire in his heart. None of it made sense. Nothing added up… which sometimes made Baz wonder if this was all part of some plan that Simon had. Sure, it was a cruelness that he never thought Simon would sink to, but maybe he finally figured out how much he hated Baz.

And when Simon stopped him in the middle of the park, Baz could practically hear the words echoing in his ears. I’m sorry Baz it’s just…. Not working for me.

Simon nodded at Penny, who took a step back, wandering off to a nearby bench where she sat down, watching not-so-subtly. The fidgeting increased outrageously as Simon stepped in front of Baz, the sound of his tail swishing and his wings flapping audible. His cheeks dotted with constellations of moles coloured a bright pink that spread down his neck and up to his ears. Shakily, he grabbed one of Baz’s hands, looking up into his eyes for the first time all day, his blue eyes clouded with fear.

“B-baz I–um….” He turned back to Penny, who gave him an overly enthusiastic thumbs up.

“T-these last couple years with you have been, well amazing and I–” he squeezes his eyes tight, looking so embarrassed that it made Baz’s heart lurch. He couldn’t watch him sit through that.

“It’s okay Simon. I know.”

“Y-you do?”

“I mean, it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?”

“I-it is?” Simon says, as pale as a ghost.

“I mean–” Baz takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “–I’ve always kind of known that the day would arrive because, well, you’re you and I’m….. me and I totally understand it’s just–” Baz stops himself, trying to keep his breathing under control. Simon looks more confused than usual.

“Look…. It’s fine, Simon. I get that sometimes these things…. Don’t really work out as they should so–”

“Wait… what?” Simon says, still looking confused but a little less agitated.

“You’re breaking up with me, aren’t you?” And then…. Simon laughs. A snorty kind of laugh that makes tears stream from his face.

“Aleister Crowley, Baz. No, I am not breaking up with you.”

“Then what–” Simon casts one last glance over his shoulder at Penny, then looks back at Baz. He clutches his hands tightly and bends down onto one knee.

“Baz I–I just love you so much, okay? Aleister Crowley I love you so much and I…. I want to know if–” he reaches into his pocket, almost dropping the small black box inside of it. Blushing fiercely, he opens it up, revealing to a startled Baz a small golden band, marked with a pattern that almost seemed to resemble flames.

“Baz…. W-will you marry me?”

anonymous asked:

So many swen I feel are starting to lose all faith and hope in ouat, even the ones who were startlingly swendgame positive. Of course I get it, they're starting to destroy the one thing that made this show great (swan mills family) all in favor for daddy hook and cs. I'd not be surprised if they honestly kill Regina off at this point, I mean if it's the last season what could they lose (besides dignity) ? I just wanted to ask are you still aboard the hope train ?

Hey Anon,

Hiatus fever. It’s a thing. Last thing we’ve seen was Regina and Emma holding hands in the wish realm. Emma singing one day her prince will come while Regina showed up dressed like a prince. I think all it takes to know where I stand is to scroll down my blog a little. In the last couple of months I’ve written more than a few posts.


The Guide
Ruby is Emma’s wolf. Her story guides us to the truth, just like the wolves made Graham remember who he was.

Emma’s Superpower
We think Emma’s superpower is failing, but there was always one exception to the rule. Emma can lie to herself. Denial.

Hook as the Animus
Hook represents a part of Emma she needs to make peace with. It also fits in with what looks like Hook and Emma parenting Henry. It’s about Emma wondering if the darkest parts of herself are fit to be a parent.

The musical
The musical episode fits in with @colyssa’s Women who run with the wolves meta and is a great opportunity to show us how the characters are really feeling. It might be a way to break through the denial.

Snow & Charming parallels
Emma & Regina’s current story matches that of Snow & Charming in the episode “Heart of Darkness”.

True Love crosses Realms
Henry, Emma and Regina’s relationship is the core of the show in terms of symbolism. Their message doesn’t actually work without a True Love’s kiss between Emma and Regina. 

Key symbolism
Emma giving Regina a key was a big deal.

Ariel
The Little Mermaid had some queer subtext going on and she’s coming back.

Emma’s secret wish
Some thoughts about Emma’s secret wish in the wish realm and how the absence of the Evil Queen is another symbol of repression and denial.

Season 7
The spoilers for a reset for season 7 can be linked to Emma’s journeys and their repression. Breaking through it could shake up the world for everyone.

A wedding and a funeral
A short exploration of themes related to weddings, funerals and relationships and what it could mean.


I wouldn’t call what I do hope & faith, however. At least not the blind version of it. I’ve explained my reasoning in this now half-finished series.

||  Part II     ||  Dumb Positivity
||  Part III    ||  Split yourself!
||  Part IV    ||  The same… but different
||  Part V     ||  The need to complete
||  Part VI    ||   Know your ending


One of the parts I hadn’t gotten to yet, was research. I didn’t know anything about fairy tales and I felt like I didn’t understand the show. There are several schools on the interpretation of fairy tales, but luckily Adam gave us one clue. The book Uses of Enchantment was what got him thinking about Fairy Tales in the first place, so we know that they are using the depth psychology approach.

All of the books - you can find a selection here - my more recent theories are based on can be linked back to this book. To Freud, Jung and depth psychology. The references on the show are abundant. It suddenly makes everything make sense. Every part of the show becomes relevant. There are no plot holes and the story threads aren’t dropped, the continuity is in the recurring themes like abandonment, abuse and killing fathers. With every new story we get extra elements… and while everything is relevant, Emma, Regina & Henry are more obviously than ever at the core of this story. If you don’t recognize that, you can’t begin to understand the psychology and the mythology. You can’t decipher the clues. Heteronormativity actually serves to keep the story hidden.


The thing with depth psychology is that it assumes the truth lies beneath the surface. We repress things, but here and there you can see the truth shine through. The entire show is built based on that principle. They use text to tell the main story, but then they use everything else available in audiovisual storytelling to mimic what we hide in our subconscious. The text is full of innuendo and double speak. The music tells its own story, as do the clothes, the references to known stories evoke something else, the setting, the symbolism, the props. The subtlety in the acting is amazing, because even there multiple stories are told. 

They don’t try to hide it from us either, they include so much to encourage us to look beyond the surface, like Emma saying the truth is tricky and something to look for.

The actions speak louder than words line is another invite to look beyond the text.

In season one there’s even a reference to the philosopher Derrida. The man is mostly known for his theory of deconstruction. Which - simplified - means that everything that you read holds different interpretations. Meaning changes dependent on context. It’s almost an invitation to pick their story apart the way… well mostly the Swan Queen fandom has been doing from the beginning, but it needs to be applied to everything.


Then I haven’t even gotten into the fact that the Aladdin and Jasmine parallels, OperationOUT, Women who run with the wolves, the circle story structure theory and the recent talks about a different season 7…. All point to Emma & Regina’s relationship finally being taken out of subtext at the end of this season or at the beginning of the next.

So, hope? I guess you could call it that, but it’s not unsubstantiated.

katamount  asked:

Hello, everlarkbirthdaygoddesses! 😘 My birthday is April 1 (no foolin’!) ☺️ and I would love a gift to share with everyone in the fandom. If it were rated M/E, that would be purrrfect, but I'd be happy with anything. Thank you for sharing the love. xo

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Happy Birthday, @katamount! The birthday ‘goddessess’ (your words not ours ;)) have decreed your special day a very worthy one, indeed. Thank you to @katnissdoesnotfollowback for the incredible part 2 of All’s Fair. You can find part one here


“We’re graduating in a year, Gale. Going into different branches with different bases and little chance of being assigned together,” Katniss says.

Unless we’re married. Even then, we’d maybe get one or two assignments together if we’re lucky, and there’s not even a guarantee of that.

But I can’t say any of that to her, because this is the first time she’s even mentioned what happens after, and while my battered heart lurches at the knowledge that she’s actually thinking about us in the long term…if she’s already thinking of dumping my ass over this, then mentioning marriage now would just be the nail in my coffin.

R.I.P. Gale Hawthorne. He opened his mouth too wide and choked on wanting too much.

“We can find a way to make it work,” I hear myself say, and the words sound useless even to me. A hundred million pleas sit on the tip of my tongue, all the things that won’t mean a damn without her, all the ways I want to fight for us, but I can’t stop my brain from jumbling them all together and she doesn’t need me to be a pathetic mess right now so I choke them back.

“Gale,” she says and it already sounds like ‘good-bye.’

I squeeze my eyes shut and clench my fists, feeling the bite of the plastic cuffs into my wrists and hoping the physical pain will keep me grounded through the pain of her leaving.

“Just…do it fast, okay?” I whisper, hoping it’ll be like ripping off a band aid and knowing it won’t. “You don’t even have to say anything. Just…go.”

“That’s the problem,” she whispers back. “I can’t. It’s always been you, Gale.”

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LOL! How many of you vomited? Don’t lie! We just couldn’t resist since this day only comes around once a year. @katamount you are a fan to all and a fabulous person in this fandom. We wish you the best birthday EVER! Your REAL story is below the cut. *hugs* 

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anonymous asked:

first off, just wanted to say congrats on the new blog!! I'd like to request a scenario with a female s/o and todoroki and kacchan (seperately) where the s/o is kinda insecure and gets jealous when she notices how much attention the boys receive from other girls. Maybe end it off with them comforting her and it getting a lil steamy? ;) thanks!!

My very first request *_* Yeiiii 🎉

Thank you Anon! I’ll try my best to live up to your expectations!

It took a little longer than expected and I think I went a little over board 🙈 Nevertheless, I hope you’ll like it! 

Todoroki Shouto

The school bell rings, you grab your bag and stand up from your seat, ready to exit1-A’s classroom after a long, tiresome day. 

In your mind you are already enjoying the walk back to the dorms with your love, Shouto. A smile starts to form on your face, but it’s completely lost when the classroom door opens. You stop in your tracks and frown upon the scenery in front of you. A horde of girls has gathered in front of U.A.’s most famous class and like predators they are ready to catch a glimpse of their prey. The walk of pretty boys, that’s how rumor has it called. 

As you growl slightly, you don’t notice that Shouto is already at your side, ready to leave the room. “Can we?”, he asks, his heterochromatic eyes almost starring dispassionately at you. You wonder whether he really doesn’t know what’s going on or he doesn’t care, or he actually enjoys it. No, he’s not like that, is he? Half lost in your thoughts, you notice the white and red haired boy is still staring at you and all you manage to do is a nod. Without a second thought he turns on his heels and walks straight out of the door, you follow him just a step behind. He could have at least taken your hand or something, you murmur to yourself.

 Shouto pays no attention to his surroundings, as he passes the corridors quietly with you at his side, but you do. A lot. Suddenly, your heart starts beating faster and it feels like a hammer pounding in your ribcage. You can hear the other girls whispering as you pass by and you are sure they’re judging you. Of course they do, your boyfriend is literally the pretty boy of class 1-A and you are just an average looking girl, with average strength, average grades and an average quirk. You avert your eyes, looking to the floor. “What does he even want from this nobody?”, you are not sure if it was an actual comment or just one of your too many thoughts. Your footsteps come to a halt, when you almost bump into the back of your lover. Another crowd has formed, this time in front of him. You raise your head, seeing him chatting with some girls and oh my word, was that a smirk? You narrow your eyes as a sudden wave of jealousy is washing over your body. You feel your cheeks heat up and you inhale sharply, which goes not unnoticed by your boyfriend. He cocks his head, his lips ready to form an apology for the sudden interruption, but you are too busy to notice. You cut him off with a cute smile, but your eyes are like poison and your words cut like a knife “It’s okay Todoroki, I understand, see you at the dorms”. 

Not able to take it any longer, you make your way through the horde of girls, falling into a jog to escape as fast as possible. What’s up with you all of a sudden? By the time you reach the dorm door, you are out of breath. To regain your composure, both physically and mentally, you lean onto the pillar beside the door, taking a deep breath. The words you said to him left a bitter aftertaste in your mouth, you even called him by his last name. 

Again, you are too self-absorbed to notice that your boyfriend has caught up to you, currently watching you with a worried expression on his face. “Want to have a talk,___?”, you snap out of your trance, facing him at the end of the stairs. Your name roles like velvet from his tongue and you feel a sudden pang of guilt in your chest. Once more, the only thing you manage to do is a nod. He climbs the stairs and takes your hand into his, leading you inside the building, straight into his room. His hand feels warm and comforting. Do you really deserve this? Now? 

He closes the door behind him, releasing your hand. You raise your head to face him, he is as deadpanned as ever. Now he’s the one sighing, brushing his hair back with one hand at the same time. It’s not like he’s having no feelings at all and deep down you know that. You start to feel like an idiot. Again, he tilts his head, before he says bluntly “You are jealous, why is that?”. You bite your lip and before you can say anything he continues “You trust me, don’t you? I thought it’s a mutual thing”. 

You hurt him, didn’t you? Feeling a lot more self-conscious than before, you grab your left elbow with your right hand, trying to keep the little composure you had left. However, your body betrays you and before you can do anything, tears start streaming down your face. Shouto’s eyes change from questioning to concerned and you know you owe him an answer. Shakily you say “I am sorry, Shouto, I’m so sorry”, you grip your elbow harder “I… I actually don’t know why… no, I know…. it’s…. I feel so ashamed now”. You can’t really comprehend your thoughts and your body starts to shake from the erupting sob, but before it’s happening you feel a pair of strong arms wrapping around your body. Shouto pulls you close to his chest, his scent is calming and soothing. “I’m such an idiot, why do you even like me?”, your fingers clench his shirt and you ramble on “I’m just average, there are so many other girls, so many pretty girls, with cool quirks and they are super smart and –“, he cuts you off with a kiss. 

He might definitely not be the best at conveying his feelings with words, but he is definitely good when it comes to intimate actions. His kiss is deep and passionate “It might be true that there’s someone out there smarter than you, or you consider them more beautiful and their quirk better than yours, but to me”, he smiles “To me you are the best, the smartest, the most talented and most beautiful girl in the world. In my eyes you are utterly amazing”, again you start to tear up, but this time it’s because you are happy. You start to open your mouth, but before you can say something he cuts you off with a kiss again. It’s even more passionate and kind of apologetic. He bites your lower lip softly, asking for permission, which you eagerly grant him. You wrap your arms around his neck, carefully grinding against him, letting your feelings guide your way. A low growl escapes his throat and his grip around your waist tightens, before his hands starting to roam up and down the sides of your body, never breaking the kiss. Before you know it, he lifts you up in his strong arms, taking you to his futon. “I think this is a more adequate place to continue”, he says breathlessly.

Bakugou Katsuki

You were currently working out with your boyfriend, Bakugou Katsuki, the famous foul mouth of U.A.’s class 1-A. You were actually glad he allowed you to be here with him, that meant he acknowledged you as an equal, didn’t it? He would never work out with a person weaker than him, you knew that for sure. He mentioned it so many times, he wouldn’t make an exception for you, would he? He wouldn’t be around someone weaker than him, would he? You sighed heavily as you approached the next place in the gym. Why were you thinking about stuff like that anyway? 

You settled down in a spot in front of a mirror, ready to do some squats with some heavy weights on your shoulders. You wondered if those weights would be enough to impress your boyfriend. Stop, why were you even thinking about impressing him. You watched your reflection in the mirror. From head to toe and back. You had a nice body, didn’t you? Or maybe, maybe, you should define your arms more? Were they flabby? Taking a closer look into the mirror, you couldn’t only see your reflection, you also saw other girls in the gym working out. Girls with perfect bodies, girls lifting more than their own body weight. Holy shit, look at those beasts. Or were you just being the noob here?

 Right as that thought crossed your mind, you saw Katsuki staring at one of those chicks. You couldn’t really make it out, but you swore you saw a smile crossing his face. You narrowed your eyes, what did she have that you didn’t.

 You two came here regularly and truth to be told, this gym was actually the only place were other girls tried to approach him. The other girls at U.A. knew about Bakugou’s character, about Bakugou’s behavior. Usually, it was enough to keep them at a certain distance. You were one of the few once brave enough to defy him and together with your actions you earned his trust and as time passed, his heart. You were patient enough to discover that he was actually really smart and he cared for people dear to him. Okay, he cared in his own “Katsuki way of caring”, but well, he cared. It was different here in the gym though. Of course he brushed the flirting off, countering it with some curses and a lot of swearing. The hell would he care that he was speaking with girls. In his eyes everyone was equal, equally dumb, to be precise. Nevertheless, all the cursing and swearing didn’t stop those girls from talking to him. It was probably this bad boy vibe, you figured. 

Most of the time you didn’t mind, but you never saw him flashing a smile at any of those wannabe yoga chicks. Well, talking about yoga, this girl here in particular was lifting more weight than you ever did. Was that the reason he was attracted to her? Because she was stronger than you? You felt jealousy rising through your body. You wanted him to look at only you, wanted his smile to only be reserved for you. You clicked your tongue. If he wanted to have a badass chick, you could be that badass chick, couldn’t you? You added a little more weight onto the already heavy bar. Examining it cautiously, you suddenly didn’t feel so confident anymore. Once more you looked into the mirror. Those tiny arms of yours would never be able to lift all that shit, much less could your legs. You looked horrible, at least that’s how you felt at that moment. You looked so weak. He would just dump you, like some old trash. 

“Oi, watcha doin’ there?”, you snapped out of your thoughts and noticed Katsuki standing behind you. “Squats?”, you answered dumbfounded. The spiky haired boy spared your bar a glance, then looked back at you. “Tzk”, he exhaled, it was almost like he was mocking you. “What?”, you send him an annoyed glance, feeling the previous jealousy again “Think I’m being too weak, or what?”, you almost barked at him. “No”, he crossed his arms, cocking an eyebrow “I think you’re being stupid”. You bit your lip, not sure what to respond. “What? If you don’t want a sarcastic answer, then don’t ask a stupid question. It’s obvious you can’t lift that much”, you growled slightly. “Oh, so you’re really telling me I’m too weak?!”, it stung a little in your chest, even though you knew he was right. “Babe, shut it”, he hissed. “You’re telling me to shut it, but you smile at this bitch? Go and love yourself Katsuki”, you hissed back, jealousy had already taken a toll on you. He snarled, but you were already heading towards the exit.

“Woman!”, he caught up to you in the corridor. “God knows how lucky you are that you’re just some minor nuisance to me”, he grabbed your wrist. “Oh, now I’m a minor nuisance”, you countered. He rolled his eyes “Don’t take every of my fucking words with a fucking pinch of salt”, he pulled you closer to him. “Don’t jackshit me here”, he whispered, “I’m just worried about you, I don’t want you to hurt yourself”. He wrapped his arms around you and you felt all your frustration falling off, hot tears suddenly streaming down your face. “You’re playing dirty here, babe”, he whispered into your ear. “But you look kind of fucking sexy with that that sassy look”, you could feel his smirk even though your face was buried in the crook of his neck. “I smiled at that fucking yoga bitch cuz she desperately tried so hard with her ugly chicken legs”, he pulled away just enough to see your face. He wiped away some tears, before he caught your lips in a fiery kiss, pressing his body flush against yours. “Eeegh~”, you moaned “You’re sticky”, you giggled while hastily trying to catch your breath. “Shut it”, he slid his hands under your shirt, traveling all the way up your back, making you arch into his touch “You’re the same”, he smirked “Seems like we need a shower” “Idiot, we’re in the gym” “As if I care”, he pulled you into his arms again.

What We Deserve

[On Ao3]

“You wanted her to shoot you.”

Sherlock doesn’t look up from his phone, though his fingers go a little tighter around the plastic casing. “Thought you’d gone to bed.”

“No you didn’t,” John says. And yes, Sherlock heard John stop at the top of the stairs on his way to bed, heard the hesitant creak of floorboard on bare feet as he retreated downstairs to the sitting room. Sherlock flips a glance to John’s face; he sees the sharp line of his mouth and knows he’s clenching his teeth. Military stance.

Sherlock puts away his phone. He leans back in his chair and braces himself for an uncomfortable conversation.

“First you overdose on the plane,” John says. “Then you goad a woman into shooting you. Then you—turn a gun on yourself. In Sherrinford.”

Sherlock blinks. “I believe you used the phrase, ‘risk your life to prove you’re clever.’”

“No,” John says. “This isn’t about pride, Sherlock. Or the game. This is about—” John swallows. He leans forward to brace himself against the back of his armchair. “When I came back from Afghanistan—”

“Don’t.”

“Sherlock—”

“I don’t want to die, John.”

“Maybe not,” John says. “But you don’t want to live, either. You don’t think you—deserve to live. Yeah?”

Everything stops. The traffic noise outside fades to a low-frequency hum.

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Garrett and Marian - Legacy Banters
  • Marian: Well... not quite how I imagined this family reunion going. I was envisioning more hugs and maybe some wine over dinner. Not attempted assassinations
  • Carver: Really? You think this is so abnormal for our family?
  • Marian: Well you got me there
  • ---
  • Bethany: What could our father have to do with this mess? The Carta have had more than enough time to try and find us
  • Garrett: I imagine that having two Champions of Kirkwall with the last name Hawke may have tipped them off
  • Bethany: But it's been three years since you and sis defeated the Arishok. Why wait that long?
  • Marian: Well I don't know about you, but if I was going to go after the people who killed an Arishok then I'd probably want to make a little time for planning, wouldn't you?
  • Carver: Do these morons strike you as the sensible type?
  • Marian: Two points in one day Carver? Don't tell me the Templars are actually drilling some wit into that skull of yours
  • Carver: *laughs* At least /my/ wit makes a point, dear sister
  • Bethany: Ooh, that had to hurt
  • Garrett: Do you need some healing for that one, Marian?
  • Marian: Oh shove off, all of you
  • ---
  • Garrett: And we're back in the Deep Roads
  • Marian: Oh it's not that bad. I mean... Look at all the... Ugh, no, you're right this is terrible. Let's all promise never to go to the Deep Roads after this. Three times is enough
  • Garrett: Three times? When was the second?
  • Marian: Um... well...
  • Carver and Bethany: *sing song voices* Somebody's in trouble
  • ---
  • Bethany: Varric wrote to me the other day
  • Garrett: Telling another of his stories, I bet. Was it the one about the high dragon, because that didn't really-
  • Bethany: No. He was giving me an update. On you, actually. I was... worried, so I wrote to him and asked
  • Garrett: I'm fine Beth. Really
  • Bethany: No you're not. Not yet. But I know you, and if anyone can get past it, you can
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • ---
  • Carver: You might want to be watch yourself, Garrett
  • Garrett: How come?
  • Carver: Ever since you sided with Orsino the other day, there's been... Rumours. Meredith isn't happy with you, and it's only because she allows it that you're still free
  • Garrett: So is she going to have me dragged to the Circle, or is she getting the Brand ready now?
  • Fenris: Don't say that
  • Carver: I would never let it get that far. But I thought I'd warn you, just in case you were thinking about making her mad
  • Garrett: I appreciate you telling me Carver. Don't worry. I'll be careful
  • ---
  • *after completing Malcolm's Will*
  • Marian: So... the stonework down here is... lovely, isn't it?
  • Carver: Not now, Mary
  • Marian: I was only... Alright
  • ---
  • Marian: Are you okay, Gary?
  • Garrett: I'm fine... Just...
  • Marian: He loved you. And Bethany. He'd be so proud of you
  • Garrett: You sound so sure of that
  • Marian: Of course I am. Because it's true. And don't let that nasty shit in your head tell you otherwise - it's a liar, remember
  • Garrett: *chuckles* Alright
  • Bethany: Be careful sister, people might think you've got a heart after all
  • Marian: *dramatically* Oh no! *clutches chest* I think... I think I'm getting feelings! Quick, someone beat them out of me!
  • Carver: *laughs* You be careful what you wish for sister
  • Isabela: I'd rather ride them out of you
  • Garrett: Ah, and there's the dirty line. I was starting to worry something was wrong Bela
  • Isabela: And you're as sweet as ever, Garrett
  • ---
  • Varric: Twenty silvers, that's my final offer. Take it or leave it Elf
  • Marian: What are you betting on, and why am I getting left out of it?
  • Varric: You want in? We're betting on what it'll take to get Junior and Waffles to hug
  • Garrett: *groans* You're not calling me 'Waffles' again, are you?
  • Varric: I have to. Every time I say 'Hawke' all four of you turn around. I'm being considerate
  • Carver: I bet there's /someone/ here who'd like to see him covered in syrup
  • Garrett: Carver!
  • Fenris: *embarrassed noises*
  • Isabela: Ooh, new friend-fiction idea!
  • Garrett: Don't you even dare!
  • Isabela: Too late, already dared. Can we make camp? I need to make notes
  • ---
  • Varric: Hey, Rivaini, I'm expecting royalties if that friend-fiction of yours gets published
  • Carver: When you didn't even come up with it?
  • Varric: You wouldn't have brought up syrup if I didn't call him Waffles
  • Garrett: Maker save me...
  • Bethany: And me...
  • Marian: Usually I like dirty things... But this is too far, even for me
  • Isabela: Are you saying you wouldn't like it if /I/ were covered in syrup?
  • Marian: Oh I'm sorry. I didn't realise you were my very hairy twin brother, Bela
  • Isabela: Well when you put it that way...
  • ---
  • Isabela: I always thought we were the loud ones, you know
  • Fenris: What?
  • Marian: I know right. Maybe they're just less shy about it now
  • Garrett: Do I want to know?
  • Isabela: You already know. Or did you deafen yourself?
  • Marian: To think, they don't need us shouting encouragement through the wall anymore. I'm so proud
  • Isabela: Our boys are growing up so fast. Maybe next they'll master foreplay
  • Carver: Oh Maker, I do not want to hear this
  • Bethany: Neither do I
  • Garrett: *loudly* And I would be very happy if we could stop talking about this. Right now
  • Isabela: Yeah, see. That kind of loud
  • Fenris: *deadpan* If you're so fascinated by Garrett being loud, then you must not be doing a very good job at making Marian scream, Isabela
  • Marian: Oooooooo
  • Isabela: Oh, you snarky little shit
  • Bethany: *loudly* If we could stop discussing my older brother's and sister's sex lives, I would appreciate it
  • Carver: *loudly* Oh look, more darkspawn. Let's kill them so we can stop talking about this
  • ---
  • Marian: So our choices are the nice, Tainted madman, or the mage who wants to let a darkspawn magister out of his hole in the ground? Why can we never make nice decisions, like what kind of wine to have with dinner?
  • Fenris: I agree. It is the only decision worth making
  • Marian: When you're not throwing it at the walls, I assume?
  • Fenris: That was six years ago
  • Marian: And you never offered me a glass
  • Fenris: You are recycling jokes now? Has the great Marian Hawke's wit finally lost it's edge?
  • Marian: Ooh, you are just asking for it now
  • ---
  • Varric: You okay Garrett? You've been a bit quiet since-
  • Garrett: I'm fine Varric. There's more important things to be worried about right now
  • Varric: It's not easy to realise that someone you looked up to wasn't quite what you imagined. You ever need to talk, you know where my suite is
  • ---
  • Isabela: So... is no one going to bring up the fact that Varric called Garrett by his name earlier?
  • Varric: What are you talking about Rivaini? Waffles and I were just having a friendly chat
  • Isabela: Don't bullshit me. You called him Garrett. I heard you
  • Varric: That doesn't sound like me, Rivaini
  • Marian: He called you by your name when Velasco carted you off to Castillon
  • Isabela: What?! No fair, I didn't get to hear!
  • ---
  • Bethany: Are you sure about this, brother?
  • Garrett: It has to be done
  • Bethany: I could do it. I am a Hawke after all, and a mage. You don't need to-
  • Garrett: No, Bethany
  • Bethany: But-!
  • Garrett: Bethy, if I let you use blood magic, I'd never be able to live with myself
  • Bethany: And if you do it, will you be able to live with it?
  • Garrett: I'd rather it be me than you
  • ---
  • Varric: If he pulls a dragon out of his ass, I'm leaving!
  • Marian: Oh great, and now he's almost certain to pull a dragon out of his arse! Way to go Varric
  • ---
  • Bethany: Here, you didn't get a chance to close that wound earlier
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • Fenris: I just hope it was worth it
  • Marian: Well we /did/ just kill a darkspawn magister. I can't wait to hear how Varric tells this one
  • Varric: Well I doubt I'll have to exaggerate a damn thing, considering how weird this shit is
  • Fenris: That isn't what I meant...
  • Garrett: I'd have avoided it if I could, but someone had to. And if it meant sparing my little sister from that...
  • Fenris: I understand. But... Please, just be more careful from now on
  • Garrett: I will, I promise
  • Isabela: You two are so sappy... It's actually rather cute
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Part 1 - The Beginning

My therapist sat clicking her pen with her thumb as fast as she could, looking over her notes about me with furrowed brows.
I couldn’t help but feel like she was trying to annoy me. We had been sat in silence for a while, occasionally her lifeless eyes would lift to stare at me for another brief moment, and then she would jot something else, like she had me all figured out.
I had only been seeing her for three months.
I had known myself for twenty-one years, and I definitely didn’t have myself figured out. There wasn’t a chance in hell she did.

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anonymous asked:

coco oil disaster reporting: I'm okay! thank you all for the care! my hair is still kinda funny from all washing but it looks okay now. I'd ask for RFA+3 react @ MC messing up her hair (dyeing/haircut), maybe put this in your queue? thank you loves!

I’m actually really glad to hear that your hair is doing better and tbh I was talking to myself (don’t judge) about my hair and started to wonder about yours the other day (wow that’s probably creepy im sorry) so I’m glad I finally got to your request ^^;; ~Admin 404

*YOOSUNG:

-He’s probably the one who helps you mess up your hair?

-MC! He dyes his hair! He can totally help you dye yours!

-HE WAS WRONG. HE WAS SO WRONG.

-THE COLOUR WAS NOTHING LIKE ON THE BOX. NOT AT ALL.

-Cries with you when you see the results

-”I DON’T KNOW WHAT WENT WRONG, MC! I’M SO SORRY!”

-He finds a beauty club on campus and joins, hoping it’ll help him figure out how to fix your hair

-You won’t let him near your hair anymore, at all. He has to pat your back when he’s consoling you for weeks afterwards because you’re very serious about not letting him touch

-Begs to go with you to the beauty parlor to watch them fix it though!

-Literally praises your hair 27 times a day once it’s actually the colour you wanted, because you look so good!!! He tries to tell you that you were beautiful before but the glare you give him makes him hold his tongue

-You considered messing with his hair the next time he did it

-But realized that would be tERRIBLE and you weren’t sure you could deal with the poor baby’s crying poor bby ;A;

*ZEN:

-You were just… simply getting ready for a night out with your boyfriend

-You couldn’t just go out in some comfortable clothes, nnooo

-You decided you had to dress up- jewelry, makeup, hair, the works

-JUST WANTED TO BE MORE DAZZLING THAN USUAL

-So when you attempted to curl a piece of your hair and attempt to simultaneously talk to Zen, you thought ‘Hey, it’s easy, I can do this’

-You were wrong

-Did you know you could set the curling iron too high? No, of course you didn’t, because you didn’t read the instructions

-’Oh no,’ you thought, ‘I know how to curl my hair. I don’t need this. What’s it gonna say? Step one: curl your fucking hair?’

-YOU SHOULD HAVE READ THE DAMN INSTRUCTIONS

-Because that curl? Completely burnt off

-You now have a missing chunk of hair and the house smells like burning hair and no amount of candles can cover it

-Trust me, Zen tried. After over-reacting and practically dropping to the floor, mourning the lost chunk of hair

-Who’s more upset, you or Zen?

-You’re crying, he’s crying, everyone is crying up in this house

-He tries his best to try and help you hide it

-Luckily for you, it’s in a spot that it can be easily blended in until you decide what to do to fix it

-So he helps to style your hair in a different way until then!

-Always coming home with adorable hair accessories to mix up your hairstyle!

-And when you’re upset, he’s always there for hours at a time telling you how amazing and beautiful he thinks you are, and refuses to stop his speech until he knows you’ve forgotten all about your hair disaster (at least for the moment)

- seriously has to buy like 20 more candles to help the burnt smell in the house

*JAEHEE:

-You just wanted to do a nice, relaxing, hair mask while you took a hot bath

-Did you buy a premade one at the store? No no of course not

-Your Pintrest loving ass had to make a homemade one

-That dESTROYED YOUR HAIR

-YOU COULDN’T RINSE IT OUT??? IT WAS PRACTICALLY LIKE AN OIL SPILL??

-YOU EVEN WRAPPED YOUR HEAD IN PAPER TOWELS AND IT STILL DIDN’T COME OUT OF YOUR HAIR

-Hours upon hours you’ve spent washing your hair and you just. Couldn’t. Get. It. Out.

-So when Jaehee came home and heard the water running she was obviously concerned because??? You texted her like a million hours ago that you were going to take a bath

-Did something happen to you??? Were you hurt??? OR WORSE???

-*Judo kicks down the door*

-Sees you just sitting in the bathtub, running water over your head, quietly sobbing

-*Mother Jaehee instincts kicking in*

-You explain what happened and she just laughs at you??? Like stOP LAUGHING MY HAIR’S A MESS

-She spends the rest of the night helping you strip your hair of the terrible mask you attempted, doesn’t stop until she knows your hair is gonna be okay

- that and she doesnt want that gross oil feeling all up on the pillows mc, keep it away from her at all costs

*JUMIN:

-”Why in the world did you attempt to cut your bangs yourself?? I have a hairdresser. Why didn’t you just make an appointment”

-You sat in the middle of the bathroom floor in defeat, a large chunk missing from your bangs, where you’ve been sitting for hours, crying on and off

-He stares at your hair for a good while, without saying a word. He’s trying to assess the damage, not judging you, stop crying MC

- mc, he has money, JuJu can fix this for you

-Bang extensions? Bang extensions.

-At least until your actual bangs grow out and you can style them

-He always tells you how beautiful you look, no matter what

-If he could, he’d fix it himself, but he knows that he’d just make it worse so he let the professionals handle it

-But he is a little…mothering? Always hovering and running around both you and the hairdresser

-Loves showering you with compliments no matter what your hair looks like, but he hides all the scissors from you. No joke. You can’t do any crafts without someone having to get you scissors. They check up on you every now and then. juST LET ME CRAFT, JUMIN, PLEASE

-You once threatened to cut Elly’s fur if he didn’t stop hiding the scissors

-But all that did was make sure that you only got safety scissors and a designated scissor handler daMMIT JUMIN

*SAEYOUNG:

-You wanted to go for just a little trim of your split ends!

-The love of your life just wanted to scare you a little bit without realizing you were a little busy!

-Cue the fact that you now have a chunk of hair missing. What was once flowing, long hair is now as short as Jaehee’s. Only in one spot. Just one.

-HE FELT SO BAD????

-He told you he loved it, you can just be unique with one spot shorter than the rest!

-”It’s a fashion statement, MC! It’s fabulous!”

- im gonna shove this fucking “fabulous” pair of scissors up your aSS SAEYOUNG WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

-Runs away from you and your fury, scissors in hand.

-He comes back later, plopping one of his wigs on top of your head, kissing your cheek in apology

-Promises to get you an appointment with one of the best hairdressers! He’s gonna get this fixed!

- news flash, the hairdresser is him in disguise. He actually did a fantastic job at fixing your hair

-He’s so cute though! After he gives you an adorable (and flattering) new hairstyle, he can’t stop taking pictures of you??

-The group chat is spammed with candids of you and everyone else thinks it’s absolutely adorable! They all love your haircut too <3

*V:

-Okay but he’s the one who fucked up your hair

-How was he supposed to know just how much coconut oil was supposed to go in your hair? He’s never done it

-’The more oil, the more it’ll smell like coconut, right?’ is what he thought to himself

-Smh this asshole was just thinking of himself- he wanted to spoon you and just lose himself in a sweet coconut scent

-”Here, you said you wanted to try a hair mask thing, right? I researched and found that coconut oil helps… I got you some! Let’s go shower”

-Like hell yeah I’ll go shower with you Jihyun, who would turn that down??

-But now you regret it. You regret it and you wanna pour the rest of the bottle over his head

-Obviously he’s apologizing like crazy

-Sounds like he’s on the verge of tears and you can see the guilt splattered across his face

-YOU CAN’T STAY MAD AT THE POOR GUY. HE JUST WANTED TO DO SOMETHING NICE FOR THE BOTH OF YOU

-He’s calling everyone he knows, looking all over the internet, anything he can do to help your hair

-Even calling some famous hairdressers he’s met overseas

-*Lays napkin on your head* “Sit with this on MC, maybe it’ll soak some of it up”

-Like clockwork, he’s changing the napkins on your head

-Well he got what he wanted- your hair smells like coconut. So does your whole bathroom. And house. And everywhere you go. He can pick you out of a crowd by following the coconut smell

*SAERAN:

-Also does his own hair

-Refused to help you dye your own because??? He’s not taking responsibility if something goes wrong

-He should have knocked on wood because…. You fucked up. Real bad.

-YOU DIDN’T KNOW YOU HAD TO GRADUALLY LIGHTEN YOUR HAIR??? YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD JUST BLEACH IT OVER A FEW DAYS AND GET COOL COLOURED HAIR???

-You MCFucked up(™)

-He walked into the room as you stared in disbelief that your hair was dry, coarse, and just all around dead

-What did he do? Stared blankly, finger-gunned, and walked out of the room. whAT THE FUCK SAERAN GET BACK HERE AND CONSOLE ME

-He sat in the bathroom while you dyed it *insert whatever colour you want here* hoping maybe the dye would bring it a little life?

-It Did Not.

-He bought you a few different hair masks and damage repair shampoos hoping it would help, and help stop your crying

-You made him promise to help you with your hair the next time you decide to do it. He agreed because jesus christ MC why would you do this to yourself okay but??? This whole part vof the hc is literally what i did when i first bleached my hair ;A;

-Seriously though, he helped no matter what you wanted to do from then on. You wanted to retouch the colour? He’s helping. You wanna change the colour? Also helping. You want it to go back to a normal colour? HelPING.

-Literally always on the internet looking at different articles on how to help repair hair damage, how to keep it healthy, different products you could use, he is not gonna let you do that again because??? He loves your hair and actually felt terrible when you cried about it

anonymous asked:

Can i ask ur thoughts on the scene between len and flash at argus? Where barry was holding onto len as king shark was trying to pull him back into the cell? I loved that scene. They've come so far from 1x04. I loved how len invited himself to the westallen wedding too.

Originally posted by coldsflash

I thought the entire scene at ARGUS was really fascinating, to be honest. I think there’s a lot that we can clean from it, including how fascinating it is that once they made it past the main guards, Len was so good at getting them to the basement that the show didn’t even see fit to actually, well, show the process of getting down there.

It’s possible they used the facial transmorgrifying to get past any guards, because no one internally is gonna question Lyla once she’s past clearance, I imagine, and they can use her retinal and bio scans to get through most parts or turn off half of their issues, and we’ve seen the cold gun take out lasers.

But still, the whole damn thing goes so smooth until they’re down there. And then there’s King Shark, and Barry being ready to kill him, and Len being unimpressed with that. And it’s not like Len’s unwilling to kill, we know he’s more than willing to, but he clearly holds other people to different standards. 

I’ve talked about that before, a bit, why he would maybe hold Barry to a different standard, with the upshot being that the guy who inspired him not to kill and to find better methods isn’t allowed to toss that dedicated out the window now, especially not when he’s asking Len for help.

But anyway, things are going relatively well until the alarm goes off, and then Len gets stuck inside. And it’s neat, he half-expects Barry to ditch him, I think, based on the way he calls Barry’s name as soon as the door closes, separating them.

Originally posted by coldsflash

He switches quick into egging Barry on, reminding him he has to leave in under two minutes, but it’s some reverse-psychology. “This is your chance to show how ruthless you really are” because of course, Barry doesn’t want to be ruthless. Not the Barry that Len knew, at least. Is capable of it? Sure. But doesn’t want it. Doesn’t want to have to be.

And of course, Barry doesn’t disappoint. It’s Barry. No matter the consequences, he has honor, and he’s not about to throw someone under the bus and leave them behind when he’s responsible for them. 

It’s interesting too though. Think back to the first trip to E2, with Jay stuck in another cage. Barry could’ve phased through the glass to get Jay out, but didn’t have the energy left, and Zoom was coming, so he left. There were other lives to protect, his friends, but he left Jay behind with the promise that he’d return. 

Originally posted by minettedylan

He had reason to believe Jay’s life wasn’t in immediate danger, and he didn’t know Jay yet, but still, it bears comparing.

Because if the guards arrive in the next minute, Len’s probably not going to turn into shark food. Him dying here would seriously screw up time considering he’s supposed to die a hero with the Legends, but Barry also has other lives he has to think about here, and getting caught up in ARGUS stuff and losing the power source would devastate his chances for saving Iris.

But even now, at the “ruthless” end of his rope, Barry doesn’t seem to even consider bolting. Maybe he considers it, but dismisses it immediately. He’s not leaving Leonard behind. 

And then the un-hackable door magically becomes hackable (likely because of Len’s tampering with it) and Barry urges Len to get out of there, only for him to get caught by King Shark at the last second. And then we get this.   

(he keeps saying “I got you” it kills me, just the reassurance that he’s not letting Len go no matter what)

Barry doesn’t hesitate to dive for him. In the space of a second, he goes from urging Len on under the door to launching himself forward, grabbing Len’s hand and pulling, definitely not letting him go. 

And you know something neat about this? Other than implied off-screen speed-running-carrying (since Barry had to get Len to 2017 somehow), the last time we saw them physically touch on screen was when Barry had Len pressed up to the mantle in 2x09? Barry has gone from physically pushing Len as a threat to physically pulling him to save him in the space of a single interaction, really.

I’m not sure what more you want me to say, except that it seems that every time these two work together, one of them gets the other into a pinch but ends up saving them (happens in 1x22, 2x03, and now here in 3x22). Their tally sheet must look like a messy with all the “you helped me, I saved your life, you saved my life, I helped you” back and forth they do. No wonder they seem to have simply thrown out their attempts to keep score.

anonymous asked:

for your 1k pompts:i saw a photoset of a rebelcaptain au where jyn is a single mum running a bookstore and cassian is the hottie prof at the local uni. i thought it was such a cute idea and i'd love to see what you do with it. (also, can i saw how much i'm loving your persuasion au and how it's giving me ALL of the feels?!)

First, thank you for the compliment on my Persuasion/rebelcaptain story! I hope to have another chapter written and posted before I leave on vacation next week.

And Anon, I AM SO INTO THIS IDEA YOU HAVE PROMPTED, and also your use of “uni” instead of “college” has me totally setting this in London.

I actually drafted a start this morning, but for my 1k celebration, I will definitely be writing a longer story because it is coming alive in my brain! I am actually about 10 followers away now. Eep!

Anyway. Here’s the start, a super rough draft I just wrote (promises to make this much better later, but I am excited about it now and wanted to share):



Cassian’s checked the Waterstones, the WH Smiths, even the Tesco, but he’s had no luck finding a copy of Love in the Time of Cholera, and the bookstands in the Tube station only yielded Harry Potter books, romances, or the novelization of the latest Star Wars movie.

“This is ridiculous,” he mutters, wracking his brain to try and remember the name and location of the little bookstore he saw the week before. He pulls his blazer tighter around himself and makes the turn onto Earl’s Court Road, the autumn wind nipping at his face.

He almost misses it, but he sees the sign out of the corner of his eye, a swinging board shaped like a precious gem, and the shop name emblazoned in purple: Kyber Books.

It’ll have to do. He has to hope it does.

There’s a solitary woman in the shop at the counter, brown hair pulled back into a bun, green eyes heavy with sleep. She looks at once young and old, and it makes him start. The way she’s hovering over the till, he has to assume she works here, and he barrels forward. He has to teach in 30 minutes, and it’s at least a 15 minute walk, if he rushes, back to his classroom for his next period.

“Excuse me, but,” he says, and she looks up at him expectantly. “I’m looking for a copy of a Márquez book, it’s–”

“–Love in the Time of Cholera??” she answers.

“Yes,” he says, and it makes him do a double take, but what was he expecting? Perhaps he was too used to chain stores where the employees were university students who just wanted to make wages and not actually know anything about the books that they were selling.

Like a magician, she pulls out a copy of the novel and waves it carelessly in the air. “I had one saved for a student, but he never showed. You can have it instead.”

He smiles. “Thanks.” Cassian pulls out his wallet to pay. “I’m glad you had it. I have a class in 30 minutes, and none of the other shops seemed to carry it.”

“Well,” she says wryly, putting the book and receipt in the bag, “I look forward to putting them out of business.”

There’s a tinny burble that comes from behind her, and both their attentions are drawn away. The woman turns behind her and pulls out a baby monitor. In black and white, Cassian can see a little boy pulling himself up inside his crib.

“My coworker,” she says with a tired smile that still manages to light up her face. He notices then the green of her eyes and finds himself staring a beat longer than he should. “Terrible at his job. He naps all the time when should be working, but at least he only wants to get paid in milk and cuddles.”

“Well, thank you,” Cassian says, his mouth suddenly a little dry, his heart rate ticking up unexpectedly. He had been in too much of a rush to really look at her earlier; he’s finally seeing her now.

“No problem. You better scoot to class.”

He checks his watch and curses.

“You know,” she says, “you could have just bought the ebook if you were in such a hurry.”

He shouldn’t keep talking, but he wants to. “Are you trying to put yourself out of business?” he says.

She shrugs and glances at the baby monitor again. “Maybe.”

It’s his first day of teaching classes, and being fashionably late only is fashionable if you’re not broken out into a full body sweat. He breaks into a run, and it gives him three minutes to spare when he finally gets to his classroom, just enough time for a gulp of water and a moment to dab the perspiration running down his neck.

The class goes fine. His students at least seem interested, and he doesn’t think of the woman at the shop at all, at least, not until he’s back at his flat that evening, thumbing through his copy and wondering whether or not he should have asked her for her name.

The Three List | Barry & Iris | Script Fic
  • Barry: Hey, Iris?
  • Iris: Yeah, hun?
  • Barry: Do you remember when you were with Eddie & you told me about your 3's list?
  • Iris: My 3's list?
  • Barry: Yeah, you know, three guys you could cheat on Eddie with.
  • Iris: *snorts* oh, right. My 3 list.
  • Barry: You don't still HAVE that, do you?
  • Iris: *blinks* What?
  • Barry: Your 3 list. Do you still have it?
  • Iris: Uh...probably somewhere. Why?
  • Barry: *clears throat* I was just wondering if Oliver was still on it.
  • Iris: *smirks & crawls over to him* Babe, you know that's not a serious thing, right?
  • Barry: what do you mean?
  • Iris: *laughs* even if Oliver had given my fangirl self the time of day when I was with Eddie, I wouldn't have slept with him.
  • Barry: *blinks* you wouldn't have?
  • Iris: *laughs* Who do you think I am, Bear? You think 'he's on my three list!' would've sufficed if Eddie had caught us in bed together?
  • Barry: *blushes fiercely* No, I guess not.
  • Iris: *cups face* Babe, you've got nothing to worry about. *kisses him* You're the only one I want.
  • Barry: *after many kisses & sweet nothings whispered* But is Oliver still--
  • Iris: *rolls eyes & gets off him* oh, for crying out loud.
  • Barry: Wait, Iris, I didn't mean-
  • Iris: You most certainly did. *starts to walk away*
  • Barry: *panics* Iris-
  • Iris: Calm down. I'll be right back. *dashes up the stairs & comes back 10 minutes later* Found it!
  • Barry: *shifts towards her, eyes wide* What did you... *spots piece of paper she's holding* Oh.
  • Iris: *hands paper over* Take a look for yourself.
  • Barry: *scans list of names & frowns* He's still on it.
  • Iris: Mhmm.
  • Barry: This doesn't make me feel any better, Iris.
  • Iris: *crosses arms* that's the original list. I only updated it once, a couple months after I'd moved in with Eddie.
  • Barry: *still frowning* where's that one?
  • Iris: *makes circling motion with her finger*
  • Barry: *checks the other side* This one looks pretty much the same. I don't see-- *jaw drops*
  • Iris: *starts to grin* See something you like, hun?
  • Barry: Am...Am I...? *squeaks*
  • Iris: *nods* Mhmm.
  • Barry: I'm in the number 2 spot!
  • Iris: That's one above Oliver, I believe.
  • Barry: *still gawking* I don't understand.
  • Iris: *comes & sits next to him on the couch* After you told me how you felt when I was with Eddie, I had a lot of feelings that I didn't know how to deal with. Then when Eddie got all secretive on me I started thinking about you even more, and how my best friend would NEVER keep secrets from me the way my boyfriend was doing.
  • Barry: *winces* sarcasm is warranted.
  • Iris: in the past. *waves it off*
  • Barry: *swallows hard & nods*
  • Iris: That night when I came back to my dad's & you were there reassuring me, I felt like that was a safe place to put them. My feelings for you.
  • Barry: On your 3 list?
  • Iris: *nods* On my 3 list.
  • Barry: Did Eddie ever see it?
  • Iris: *laughs* Are you kidding? If Eddie had seen the updated version, he would've figured out what was up right away, even before I did.
  • Barry: And what was up?
  • Iris: *smiles & gently kisses him* I was in love with my best friend.
  • Barry: *has warm fuzzies* Iris...
  • Iris: So, you can keep that if you like. Oliver's name is still on it - BENEATH yours though. I don't have a need for it anymore. I haven't looked at it until today in over two years.
  • Barry: Yeah?
  • Iris: *nuzzles & kisses* yeah. You're all I want, Bear. If I can't have you, there's no one else I want. Not even a one night stand with a celebrity.
  • Barry: *smiles*
  • Iris: Do YOU have a 3 list? *raises eyebrows*
  • Barry: WHAT? *squeaks*
  • Iris: You heard me.
  • Barry: Iris.
  • Iris: BARRY.
  • Barry: *sighs & then laughs* I have a 1 list.
  • Iris: *eyebrow furrow* What's a 1 list?
  • Barry: *pulls out wallet & digs out tiny scrap of paper inside & hands it to her* Same thing as a 3 list. Except mine only has 1 name on it.
  • Iris: *jaw drops when she reads it* I'M the only name on your 3 list??
  • Barry: *grins & pulls her close* Yep.
  • Iris: But of all he gorgeous celebrities, even SCIENCE NERDS, you only chose--
  • Barry: You're the only one I've wanted since the day that I met you.
  • Iris: *teary-eyed* Barry...
  • Barry: Getting a chance with you? 10 times better than any hook up with ANY celebrity.
  • Iris: *sighs contently & kisses him* I love you, Barry Allen.
  • Barry: I love you, Iris West.
  • Iris: *nuzzles & pulls away after a while* So what are you going to do with my 3 list?
  • Barry: Give it back to you. *hands it over* You decide what to do with it.
  • Iris: *grins* Mmk. *pecks him in the cheek, stands up & heads to the roaring fireplace*
  • Barry: Wait, Iris, what are you doing?! *speeds over*
  • Iris: Getting rid of it. I don't need it anymore.
  • Barry: Well, maybe you should keep it. You know, as a keepsake.
  • Iris: *eyes him suspiciously* Why do you want it?
  • Barry: *I* don't want it. It's yours. I gave it back to you. So you--
  • Iris: BARRY.
  • Barry: *swallows* I mean, you ranked me ABOVE Oliver, so...
  • Iris: OHMYGOD. *rolls eyes & shoves it into his hand* You keep it. It'll be YOUR keepsake. *walks back to the couch & sits down*
  • Barry: It's not really MINE, so--
  • Iris: *gives him THE LOOK* one more word, Barry, and I WILL throw it to the flames. Not even your superspeed will stop me.
  • Barry: *nods & swallows* Right. *tucks paper into pocket & comes to sit next to her* So...
  • Iris: *raises eyebrow*
  • Barry: Now what?
  • Iris: *irritation fades away & she pulls him close, kissing him* Now I get some one-on-one time with #2 on my 3 list.
  • Barry: *pulls back after a few kisses* I thought you just said--
  • Iris: I swear to God, Barry, if you don't just kiss me--
  • Barry: *speeds them up their bedroom, drops her on the bed & takes off t-shirt, then hovers over her & kisses her, lingering*
  • Iris: *moans* Don't tell my boyfriend about this. He'll be extremely jealous.
  • Barry: *restrains groan* On my life. *mutters & kisses her again*
  • ...
  • A/N: Just did (as of 4/2/17) a bit of an edit, b/c I watched the 1.08 scene & realized it's actually called a 'three' list, not a 'threes' list. So I changed all those & added a short line to something Iris said early on.

anonymous asked:

I'm so in looooove with your Imagines ! I'd also like to request something. You're Wanda's best friend and she invites you over to the Avengers compound for the first time. So as you get there you're immediately lost but a lovely guy finds you and helps you find your way. Bucky. Since then you visit her more often and after a while you're friends with all Avengers so Wanda, Natasha and Steve decide you bring you and Buck together cause they see how you act with each other and it works ? :) THX<3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Fandom: MCU
Warnings: so much fluuuuuff

A/N: hey bb! thank you so much for the compliment! also, I listened to ed sheeran at one point, which is why the story turned out the way it did lol. hope you like it love <33

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Wanda Maximoff:

Are you on your way yet? xo

You:

Yep, be there in 10! xo

Wanda Maximoff:

Good! Xo


You smiled and put the phone back in your pocket.

This was the first time she had invited you to the Avengers compound, despite of you knowing each other for more than two years now.

You had been excited and worried by the fact that she was an Avenger now, but she seemed happy and you knew that she could take care of yourself.

A lot of things changed though. You didn’t see each other nearly as much as you both wanted to.

That was mostly because of how busy Wanda had been these last months and you really couldn’t even be angry at her. After all, she was saving lives. 

But to make it up, she had invited you to the compound to, obviously, meet with her, but also to meet some of the other Avengers.

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