in maybe a forth of the shows

3

Your heart was pounding profusely, as you held your gaze on the screen.

It only took a few minutes before you got a response, and once you did, you were beyond mortified.

Frantically, you went back to your Instagram and found the comment Bonnie left on your picture. She had given you her number, but you accidentally mixed up the last two numbers.

Which brought you here.

Looking at the cute little selfie you received, you couldn’t believe your eyes.

Not only did you text the wrong number, but you texted Jensen freaking Ackles. The actor you had crushed on for years.

You texted back the emoji, not knowing what to say.

And as the seconds passed, it didn’t take long for you to get another reply.

‘Isn’t it a little late for a bath? I mean, shouldn’t you be in bed? Lol.’

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. This was so surreal. How did you manage to text your celebrity crush, was beyond anything you could imagine.

For a moment, you thought you should just apologize and then throw your phone and pretend it never happened, but then you decided to continue the conversation with him. I mean, it’s not everyday you get to talk to Jensen.

'It’s never too late for a bubble bath, especially when there’s wine. But what about you? Why aren’t you in bed?’

Suddenly, you felt a little flirtatious. Maybe it was the alcohol. Whatever it was, you didn’t seem to mind.

Taking a sip of your wine, you waited for his response. Thinking of a million things all at once. You had to pinch yourself to see if you were dreaming.

'Alcohol makes everything better. 😉
I can’t sleep. My name is Jensen by the way.’

'I’m Y/N.’

And just like that, you two were texting back and forth for what seemed like forever.

You talked about work and movies and basically everything you could think of. You also talked about your job and the fact that you were a fan of his show. Even when you were done with the bath and now snuggled up in bed.

Somehow, you were both feeling something between you two. Feeling a pull that made you want to keep the conversation going even though you two had only talked this one time. Like two close friends catching up.

But then you saw the time, and suddenly were brought back to reality. You couldn’t believe you were texting him for three hours straight!

'Damn, it’s super late!’ You texted Jensen.

'Didn’t know we were talking for that long. Lol. Guess that happens when you’re having fun. 😉’

You felt your stomach flutter. Giving you a warm sensation throughout your body.

'Well, I better get some sleep. Have another long day tomorrow.’

Once you sent that text, you were a bit bummed. Not wanting it to end, but you were fighting your eyes to stay open.

'Hey…there’s something I want to ask you before you go.’ He replied.

You were a bit hesitant, but curious.

'What’s up?’

Those three dots appeared on the screen, making you hold your breath with anticipation.

'Can you send a selfie? Want to put a face to the legs. Lol’

And just like that, you felt nervous. Nauseas even. You were always insecure, but having Jensen ask for a picture, especially without makeup, you were scared.

Scared of what he might think. Or say.

'Please?’ You received another text.

You let out a sigh, and caved. Holding the blanket close to you, you snapped a quick selfie. The flash from your phone, made your eyes glossy. You were laying on your side, with your hair laid across your pillow and a soft smile that seemed shy yet inviting. But you sent the picture before you could even talk yourself out of it.

Three dots on the screen, came and gone. Suddenly you panicked.

Maybe he didn’t like the picture? Or maybe he didn’t think you were pretty? Whatever it was, you were now regretting ever sending him the picture.

Wishing you never even sent the first text to begin with.

You locked your phone and closed your eyes, wincing at the thoughts of what you imagined was going through his head.

Until your phone vibrated.

'Fuck, you’re beautiful.’

Your lips curved into a cheeky grin, and a squeal escaped from you.

Though you wanted to keep talking, you also wanted to play it cool.

'Well I enjoyed our conversation. It was fun.’

'Me too. I haven’t had that much fun talking to anyone in a long time. So thank you.’

'Good night, Jensen.’

'Good night, sweet heart. Hopefully next time we will talk on the phone instead of this texting crap. I hate texting. lol.’

Your smile felt like it curved even more. But you were sure it wasn’t even possible. Jensen Ackles wanted to talk to you again. But this time, you would hear his deep, rough voice. It made your stomach flutter from just the thought.

'Lol, maybe. If you’re lucky 😉 now go to sleep Mr. Ackles. It’s passed your bed time.’

'Yes ma'am. Good night.’

Tips For Writing Time Travel:  An Illustrated Guide.

@jjpivotz asked:

“What is a good way that I could write time travelling without it being cliche?”

Ooh, I love questions like this!  They’re so much fun, and on a somewhat self-indulgent level, they really get me thinking on the tropes themselves.

So without further ado, here are my personal thoughts on writing about time travel:

1.  Embrace the fact that it’s not gonna make total sense.

This goes for a lot of creative fiction.  When I was writing my urban fantasy novel, for example, I used a lot of traditional mythological figures whose duties and depictions (i.e. one humanoid being reaping the dead despite the fact that over a hundred thousand people die a day, billion-year-old entities who still look and behave like teenagers, figures from religions whose world views wildly conflict interacting with each other, etc.) weren’t compatible with what we currently know about the laws of physics.  

And the sooner I resolved not to even attempt to explain it, the sooner my novel improved.  

The wonderful thing about fiction is that it doesn’t have to imitate reality as we know it;  the laws of the physical universe need not apply.  And as long as the characters in your universe accept that, so will the reader.  

I’ve had around twenty beta readers look at my book, and not one of them has poked holes in my casual disregard for the conventionally accepted rules of physical reality.  The suspension of disbelief is an amazing thing.

As for how to best apply this to time travel, take Back to the Future, for example. This is one of the best time travel series ever made, but if you really look at what’s going on, you’ll come to find that none of it really makes any sense at all.

First of all, Marty McFly is a popular high school student whose best friend is an eccentric nuclear physicist.  Conventional wisdom (and just about every fiction writing book or advice blog I’ve ever read) would dictate that this is a pretty heavy plot-point and warrants some explanation.  But the narrative never questions it, and as such neither does the vast majority of its audience.  

It is in this exact manner that Back to the Future handles its heaviest of all plotpoints, the act of time travel, which is the main driving force behind its entire plot.  

How does it explain Doc Brown’s ability to time travel?  Well, he invented the Flux Capacitor, of course.  What is a Flux Capacitor, you ask?  How does it work, exactly?  Well, fucked if I know.  All I know is that the narrative treats it like it’s a real thing, and by default, so do I.    

The same could be said for the magically changing family portrait, the fact that the characters can’t interact with their past or future selves without universal destruction, flying cars, and the fact that the McFlys’ future children inexplicably look exactly like them.  None of it makes any sense.  And it’s fucking magical.

Another of my favorite examples of this is pre-Moffat Doctor Who.  The science is campy, occasionally straight-up ridiculous, and unabashedly nonsensical, yet paves the way for some truly great and thought provoking storylines and commentary.  

Bottom line is, I don’t know how to time travel.  I’m guessing you don’t either, otherwise you probably wouldn’t be asking me for advice on how to write it.  Accept it.  Embrace it.  Don’t be bashful about it – trust me, time travelers are probably a minority in your readership, so they won’t judge you.

So as to what would be a good means of writing time travel, the short answer is:  any way you want.  For obvious reasons, I’d stay away from old cars, police boxes, and phone booths, but with the power of the suspension of disbelief, virtually nothing is off the table:  a pair of magic sneakers, a refrigerator, a closet, a treehouse -oh, crap, that one’s been done before.  But you get the picture.  You can be as creative as you want to be about it.  Don’t be afraid to step outside the police box, so to speak.  

Trust in the magic of the suspension of disbelief, and don’t overthink things.  Your story and readers will thank you.

As for how to avoid other cliches, that brings me to my next point: 

2.  Look at the tried and true tropes of time traveling.  Now subvert them.

This might just be me and my adoration of irony talking, but since you specifically asked how to avoid cliche I’m going to indulge myself here.

Do the exact opposite of what people expect from narratives about time travel.  You know the old trope:  the protagonist steps on a bug, and comes back to the present to find the world being ruled by gorillas.  

I’m not telling you not to include drastic consequences for time travel, because there would probably be quite a few (at least if you believe in the chaos theory, which states every action has a universal reaction.)  

But you could toy around with the idea that fate isn’t something that can ultimately be altered at all, and that all the protagonist accomplishes is solidifying (or even triggering) a pre-existing outcome.   

My knee-jerk suggestion, as someone who takes fiendish glee in incorporating humor into my writing, would be to make the protagonist have some Forrest Gump-type encounters that unwittingly trigger huge, history-defining event, but it can also be significantly more tragic than that:  maybe the protagonist goes back in time to save his father from a hit-and-run car accident, for example, and then accidentally kills him.  Or perhaps he realizes that his father was a bad man (beat his mother, planned on killing someone, etc.) and makes a moral decision to kill him (which is also a great way to ask philosophical questions.  More on that later.)  

I don’t know what kind of time travel your writing or what your style of writing is, but these are things I’d personally just love to play around with.    

Or maybe time travel does change things, but it’s not even close to what the protagonist expected:  maybe his words of wisdom to his newly married mother about true love and the meaning of life and whatnot unexpectedly lead her to realize that she’s deeply unhappy in her current marriage, and he returns to the present to find her divorced (lesbian stepmom optional.)  

Maybe absolutely nothing at all changes, but he realizes that he’s responsible for some famous Mandela Effect, like the Bearenstein/Bearenstain discrepancy.  

Bottom line is, don’t be afraid to do the unexpected.  But conversely, don’t be afraid to use tried and true tropes, either:  regardless of how overdone they may seem to be, they can almost always be rejuvenated when interjected with a thought-provoking plot.

Which brings me to my final point:

3.  Make sure it has something to say.

Science fiction, especially the speculative variety, tends to be best when it begins by asking a question, for which it will later provide an answer.  Take, for example, Planet of the Apes.  The pervasive question of the movie is whether or not humanity is inherently self-destructive, which it ultimately answers with its famed final plot twist that humanity has long since destroyed itself.  

Rod Serling (who was incidentally responsible for the original Planet of the Apes, by the way) did this remarkably well:  almost every episode of the Twilight Zone packed a massive philosophical punch due to the fact that they followed this simplistic formula.  The episode would begin with the presentation of a question, big or small (frequently by the charismatic Serling himself) and by the end of the episode, that question would be answered. 

I’m not going to go in to detail here, as it would spoil the magic of uncovering the plot twists for the first time, but Serling used his speculation to tackle the narrow-mindedness of beauty standards in Eye of the Beholder, the dangers of fascism in Obsolete Man, the communist paranoia of the time period with the Monsters are Due on Maple Street, and countless more.  

I would recommend watching the original Twilight Zone for almost anyone looking to write speculative fiction such as time travel. 

Even if your work isn’t compatible with this specific formula of Question => Debate => Answer (which some work isn’t) it will still need to have some kind of underlying statement to it, or no matter how clever the science fiction is or how original the time travel is, it will fall flat.  

This is why Twilight Zone, Planet of the Apes, Back to the Future, and (pre-Moffat, as I always feel inclined to stress – he does literally the opposite of almost everything I recommend here) Doctor Who still remain widely enjoyed today, despite the fact that many of their tropes have been used many, many times since they original aired.

So for time travel, remember that it is a means, not an end.  You could write the most cliched type of time travel story imaginable, and your audience will still feel fulfilled by it if your message is heartfelt, thought-provoking, and/or poignant.

Maybe you want to use time travel to make a statement about your belief in the existence of fate, or lack thereof.  In this case, using the Sterling Approach, you would have your story begin with the question of whether or not humans can alter or change destiny, allow the narrative/characters to argue the question back and forth for a while, and then ultimately disclose what you believe the answer to be.

Or maybe you want to use time travel to explore or subvert the treachery of history and how it is taught, and show how the true narrative can be explored, purposefully or otherwise, by the victors.  

Maybe you want to show that there’s no clear answer, or maybe no answer at all, a la the cheerful nihilism of Douglas Adams novels.

Either way, figure out what you want your message to be long before you put pen to paper, and then use time travel, like any other creative trope, as a means to an end to answer it.  Your story will thank you for it.

(I hope this helps!)

This Is War [9]

Summary: After being rejected by your best friend Bucky, Sam sets you up with one of his friends, on the condition that if the date doesn’t go well, you have to sign up for a dating app. The date doesn’t go well. As you begin to look for love in other places, Bucky starts to feel something he never felt before. Jealous.

Bucky Barnes X Reader

Word Count: 1274

Warnings: It’s a little angsty.. And there is bad language!

A/N: All of the support and comments that I have been receiving on this series has really made me feel so great and totally inspired!! I’m sorry this part is.. Well.. You’ll see.. Feedback as always would be amazing!! Thank you for reading xoxo

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You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.  

“For a Good Time, Call…” AU

author: sugardaddytonystark (formerly buckysbackpackbuckle)
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1150

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Writer’s Tip: Avoiding “Authorism” Metaphors and References

Part of POV writing means getting into a specific character’s head. You explore the world from their view, their opinions, their memories. However, one of the simplest things that can rip the reader out of the story is when the author uses a memory, reference or metaphor that they are familiar with, but the charatcer isn’t.

Examples:

Allura held the device in her palms, running her fingers over the rounded buttons and dials. It was roughly the size of an Xbox controller. “This thing will help me travel through time?” She asked.

There is nothing wrong with the paragraph, except for the fact that Allura has most definitely never seen or held an Xbox controller. She has no knowledge of it. Even if one of the paladins had described it to her in conversation before then, it probably wouldn’t be her first go-to for comparison. She would probably reference something fictional from her own culture.

Allura held the device in her palms, running her fingers over the rounded buttons and dials. It reminded her of a Xental, a trendy handheld device from her teenaged years on Altea. “This thing will help me travel through time?” She asked. 

While the audience may not know what this fictional item is, they can infer its looks and purpose from Allura’s opinions and memories of it. Or, you could simply skip the comparison altogether and go with describing the object as-is.

“You guys are acting ridiculous,” said Pidge. “You remind me of an episode of Hey Arnold.”

Again, not entirely wrong, but this statement dates the author, and misrepresents the character. First of all, Voltron the show is set in the near future of earth, so media references probably haven’t been seen yet and would need to be invented.

However, if we’re going with contemporary references or a modern AU, Pidge, assuming she is around 14-15 years old, is too young to have watched a show that aired from 1996-2004. It shows that the author is familiar with this reference, but it’s inappropriate for the character.

Keith watched the robot shift back and forth on its six feet as it readied itself to attack. It was a graceful action, hypnotic and smooth. It reminded him of a waltz.

This one is a little trickier and it requires the author to really consider what Keith’s backstory is and what his go-to references are. Does Keith know what waltzing is? Yeah, generally, probably about as much as the average person. Has Keith ever watched waltz dancing? Maybe on TV at some point.

But the question is, would he use it as a prime reference?

And, in my opinion, probably not. Waltzing is not in Keith’s mind because of Keith’s lifestyle and choices. The reference comes across as authorly because it deposits information that is not natural to the character onto him and endows him with information and experience that is either unnecessary or inappropriate.

A better mental reference would be to link it to Keith’s extensive fighting experience.

Keith watched the robot shift back and forth on its six feet as it readied itself to attack. It was a graceful action, hypnotic and smooth. It reminded him of his capoera classes at the garrison.

This helps to build and solidify Keith’s character, rather than distract from it. It takes Keith’s known attributes, that of a fighter, and gives him a bit more logical backstory. He’s referencing a direct experience he’s already had, rather than an abstract one like waltzing. This is the difference between deepening the story and pulling the reader out of it.

It’s true to “write what you know” but you also need to balance that with what the character you are writing explicitly or implicitly knows or doesn’t know. When you write POV, you are writing from that character’s experiences and memories and references. Keep that in mind when you use metaphors and similies and keep them in line with the character.

Otherwise your readers will be able to peek behind the curtain and see the author there.

Writer’s Tip #2: Placing your characters in a scene with Google Images

Writer’s tip #3: What is the ‘Shipping Funnel’?

Broken - Part 2

2,500 Followers Oneshot

Summary: Jensen and the reader had an amazing night…until the condom broke. Not happy with the way things went down, Jensen surprises the reader when he shows up at her house.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,597

Part 1


“The shit I get myself into.” Jensen grumbles to himself, absentmindedly grabbing the brim of his hat and spinning it around.

Tired and annoyed, Jensen’s at a standstill in the ice cream isle at Whole Foods. His greenish hazel eyes have been darting back and forth, trying to decide which brand of ice cream would be best for breakfast.

Inwardly groaning, the actor snaps his eyes shut realizing just how ridiculous that sounds. A fact like that should maybe deter him from pursuing a girl like you. Something perceived as cute and quirky could easily be a red flag in disguise. With his luck, you probably entertain some sick habit like collecting human teeth in the back of your closet.

Jensen’s ridiculous train of thought is interrupted by a text from Gen, thankfully she’s an early riser. He breathes a sigh of relief once your address is in his hands. It’s quickly chased away when a shit ton of nerves overtake him.

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The Tour

Request: New kid reader whos shy and all and Peter gives her the tour so they kinda just you know get closer ?             

Warnings: None.

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Originally posted by peterbparkerr

You fiddled your fingers around as you waited for Tony Stark to come back. He said he had gone to get someone, and that he would be right back. But as you waited, more and more anxiety began to build up inside you.

“Y/N?” Finally you heard his voice again

“Y-yeah?” You stood up quickly, clasping your hands behind your back.

“This is Peter Parker, Spider-boy.”

Suddenly you noticed the boy that belonged to the shoulder Tony had his hand on.

“It’s Spider-man.” Peter whispered, looking at his feet.

“Peter this is Y/N,” Tony gestured toward you with jazz hands.

You tried to control your breathing as you looked at Peter.

He reached his hand out to you, which you didn’t even notice at first.

“I-I’m Y/N.” You mentally punched yourself in the face. “S-sorry that was stupid, you knew that. oh my god I’m an idiot..” You trailed off.

You noticed Peter’s cheeks turning red. You mentally punched yourself again for making him uncomfortable.

“Sorry.” You added quickly.

Tony rolled his eyes as he stepped closer to the two of you. “Peter I want you to give Y/N the tour.”

“M-me?” He squeaked.

Oh great’ you thought. ’He already hates you.You ruin everything

“Maybe it’d be better if I just did this another day-” You reached for your bag.

“No!” Peter said, a little to quickly.

Tony rolled his eyes again, “Teenagers.”


“So, over here is where the Avengers put their coffee grounds in the sink. And here is where Mr. Stark usually stands when he yells at them about it.” Peter walked you around the kitchen.

You chuckled and nodded him on.

“Oh!” Peter looked up, realizing that you weren’t alone anymore. “Y/N, this is The Black Widow! She’s so cool!” He whispered the last part.

“H-hi.” Your shoulders went up slightly.

“Nat.” She corrected Peter, holding her hand out to you.

You eyed it cautiously for a few seconds, but she waited patiently, until eventually you shook her hand and smiled.

Peter continued to show you around for another hour, damn that place was huge.

“And, that concludes our tour!” Peter said as he closed the last door.

“It’s umm- big.” You said quietly. “Thanks, Peter. Maybe we could do this again sometime.” You added.

"Yeah, no problem!” He rocked back and forth on his feet. “And, Sure.” He smirked.

“Well, um. I’ll see you later!” You added quickly before speed walking away.

“Yup!” He shouted across the room.

You were about to make it out of the room, but you heard a sudden sound and decided that it must have been coming from the air ducts, followed by;

“Just kiss already!”

You stopped dead in your tracks, swiveling around slowly to face Peter. Putting one finger up into the air and pointing to the ceiling you asked, “W-what’s- Who… What?”

“Oh, yeah. That’d be Clint.” He shrugged.

“Oh, Okay.”


July/16/2017


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vitre-art  asked:

Hi there! I was wondering if you could do a todoroki shouta sketch, lineart, and coloring tutorial? I'm mostly interested in the coloring brush presets and layer clippings and so forth... If you have the time, it would be wonderful to see! ;D

I’m literally the worst person you could ask for lineart/coloring/brush presets/layer clipping techniques or tips. (haha *gross sobing* i’m sorry but it’s true…)


Because allow me to show you my digital drawing skills with a sample (don’t do this at home, it’s bad!) :

  • First… I use the basic tools and I got nothing customized because I don’t really want to find the time for it yet as I focus on “fun and speed” more right now, it’s just a side hobby for me afterall… + here are the colors I set for Shouto (only set for him because I draw him just so much anyway so it’s faster this way) :
  • Then I just slap colors but also play with hue and saturation whenever it pleases me, before I start going yolo with the main shade and clean it :
  • Then I add stuff to make it look not so flat… I guess?

Basically…

Not sure I should have post this since it surely disappointed you, haha… ;w;b

PS : (more samples)

Team Voltron Date Night HCs

Requested by @crazymangaluv​: “Julius!!! May I have some team voltron date night headcanons please? <3"

A/n: Karen!!! I hope you love it love!! <33
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Shiro:

  • Something super laid back.
  • A movie and popcorn is his forte.
  • Or stargazing
  • He already has to plan out missions and lead a group of rowdy teenagers.
  • The poor man just wants to cuddle up with you and watch a movie.
  • To relax for once.    
  • You both will make a simple dinner (or order take-out if you’re on Earth).
  • Then get into comfy clothes and enjoy one of your favorite movies or shows.
  • The occasional go out for a movie if their is something you want to see. (If on Earth of course)
  • If your stargazing you find constellations or make up your own with stories added to them.

Keith:

  • His idea of a date would probably be training in some way shape or form.
  • Though it’d be more laid back and you’d call it early.
  • Then proceeding to eat whatever is leftover.
  • Lots of chatting, just back and forth mindless talking.
  • End up spending hours eating and talking.
  • If you’re up for it the occasional movie.
  • Maybe take you out on Red for a bit, just to get away from everyone in the castle.
  • He wants privacy.

Lance:

  • Two words.
  • Space. Adventures.
  • You both go out on Blue and just explore.
  • Maybe let Blue just take you both somewhere she knows of.
  • He packs space goo for the trip.
  • ….It’s the only thing he can make. (Hunk may help him with food for your date nights.)
  • Doing stuff Shiro would probably yell at you both for.
  • But he doesn’t have to know riiigghht?

Hunk:

  • COOKING!!
  • He makes you such a luxurious meal.
  • AND IT’S DELICIOUS!
  • or
  • He will take you on a tasting tour of amazing places he’s heard of.
  • Probably just enjoy going for walks and picnics because he’s a softy.
  • Loves talking about things that don’t pertain to Voltron because he doesn’t want to think about it when he’s out with you.

Pidge:

  • Working on projects together and/or finishing up her inventions.
  • Her showing you some cool prototypes of her inventions and letting you test them out.
  • Maybe she will set up a projector or big screen to watch movies or play video games.
  • Getting very competitive with video games.
  • Wagering.
  • “Winner gets to pick dinner!”

Allura:

  • Space mall fun probably.
  • Buying cool new stuff and going out to eat.
  • She discovers new restaurants and insists on going to then on date nights.
  • They vary from elegant to fast food.
  • She will tell you funny stories that the mice tell her about the paladins.
  • “And then Katlenecker ate a piece of Lance’s jacket.”
  • You get some funny blackmail against the paladins.

Coran:

  • He loves to take you out into space and show you all the different species of aliens and planets.
  • You get to experience the various cultures of the universe.
  • So many souvenirs.
  • Coran telling you about Altea and all the relations it had with these species.
  • A lot of different cuisine.
  • You trust Corans ordering because god knows what the menu says.

1,200 Milestone - Headcanons: CLOSED

CP bachelor AU: part 12

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11

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The clouds that threatened rain earlier in the day have subsided, bunching themselves cosily near the horizon as though they’re aware that what Laurent needs more than anything else is a good sunset to serve as a backdrop. Laurent sits in the grass near the edge of the headland, looking down onto the dark sand of the beach. The water shades abruptly from turquoise to teal a few hundred metres offshore, a meandering divide that becomes less and less distinct as the sun creeps down.

Part of the reason Laurent has been so strict with the show’s budget is that he’s been determined, all along, to produce a finale that is truly spectacular. Sunsets over the ocean aren’t exactly easy to come by, on Australia’s east coast, and it’s an irony of geography that the nearest west coast belongs to another country entirely.

But that makes it better, Laurent thinks, gazing out over the vista of Te Henga. Crossing the sea. The romance of destination.

“I don’t suppose you’d be prepared to give us a hint,” says a voice from behind him.

“And spoil your authentic, on-camera emotional response?” Laurent shoots back. “Please, Jokaste.”

Jokaste steps up next to him; Laurent has to tilt his head to take her in. Her hair is braided back, one plait forming a headband and the others looped intricately into a knot at the back of her head. She’s wearing a long flowing dress of pale lavender, just a shade away from overtly bridal, and it somehow manages to accentuate the porcelain of her skin instead of calling out unpleasant pink or yellow tones. Laurent makes a note to give someone in wardrobe a bonus for that.

“You do know who he’s going to choose, don’t you?” she says.

“Of course,” Laurent lies, cool and easy.

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private tutor | part two (m)

request from anon: Can I request a namjoon in college!au? It can be about anything! Maybe a tutor? Thanks and I love your writing!!

part one // part two

Originally posted by 901jjk

[Namjoon x Reader]

Genre: College!au, Humor, Smut

Words: 4730

—> “Y/n, I only tutor if it’s a mutual reciprocation; I give and you give. I have already tutored you for majority of the afternoon – an abundance of my precious time,” he leans in closer, “time to pay up.

A/N: idk how many times i screamed while writing this, but i screamed a lot lol. hope you all enjoy - sorry for taking forever to get this out (and any possible grammar mistakes)! xoxo


Tomorrow comes faster than you anticipate it to.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! You gave some awsome advice on tarot cards. Do you have anything on pendulums, Im getting one and havent a clue how to use it...

As with the tarot tips, I will do my best! (I’m glad you enjoyed the tarot one!) 

*disclaimer: this is based on how I use my pendulum (IDK why but I feel this is necessary) 

What is a pendulum?

Honestly, literally anything. At least, anything that’s dangling on a string  or chain and is slightly heavy on one end so it will swing. I’ve seen people use needle and thread. I personally have used my apple charger (though it was tough as shit cos its so stiff), and my car keys (also hard to use because they were so bulky. do not recommend). So yeah, anything. I started off with necklaces. You’ll see a lot of witches who have fancy gems on chains (I’m guilty of such) but they aren’t necessary. 

What can you use a pendulum for?

The easiest way to use a pendulum is for yes/ no questions, or when you have two options and need to decide between the two. However, you can create a pendulum board like the one below. I’ve also just sat there and held the pendulum and said “Hey, swing when I get to the right letter” and started spelling, though that’s long and tedious. Pendulums can also be used to help you find objects. One of my favorite ‘games’ with my deities is to try and sense their energy and guess where they are before having my pendulum swing to where they are in the room. You can use a similar method to find lost objects. 

How to hold a pendulum

to use a pendulum, hold it in your hand with the heavy side pointing down. It’s best to anchor your elbow and keep your hand as steady as possible. From there it’ll swing when its ready to respond. 

Programing a Pendulum

Each pendulum varies in how it gives responses. The first thing you want to do is ‘program’ it. For me, this looks like holding my pendulum as described above and asking it to show me yes. It’ll then swing, either back and forth or side to side. Then ask it to stop, and once it’s still, have it show you no. Again, this is typically either front/back or side to side. “maybe” or “I don’t know” is either a diagonal swing or a circle. Of course, if you’re using a pendulum board like above, the movements will be different. It’s a good idea to ‘program’ your pendulum and remember what each movement means. What’s ‘yes’ for me is actually ‘no’ for my friend and her pendulum. 

What to communicate with?

Same thing you would talk to using other divination methods. I use my pendulum to talk to my Deities when I need a quick answer, my spirit guide, my spirit companion, my thoughtforms. I’ve also used it to talk to my tarot cards, my crystals, etc. Like if I’m unsure if I should read a card in reverse, or if my cards are uncomfortable with a particular question, I’ll use my pendulum to find out. It’s faster than asking the cards. You can talk to any spirit, or tap into your higher unconscious (I’ve used a pendulum to decide what to eat for dinner before). I’ve used pendulums to figure out the names of spirits hanging around my favorite shop before. Generally, you can communicate with anything that gives off energy. Just be careful. Pendulums are like any other form of divination, you’re communicating with a spirit that might not be giving you an honest answer. 

How does it work?

this is probably important. As with spirit boards, the pendulum is channeling your energy to move. That, or the energy of the spirit. It depends on how strong the spirit is, or what you’re communicating with. If you want, you can light a candle to use as an energy source. (or some other methods of providing energy that exist. I prefer candles) 

Other Tips and Such

As I said earlier, pendulums can be anything really. You don’t need a fancy one with a crystal for the weighted end. I’m a huge fan of just pulling off my necklace in the middle of the store and getting a quick and dirty answer. However, if you want a crystal one, there are several on etsy, and many metaphysical shops have them. Take your time though, research stones, find one that goes with your energy and personality. Take time to find a pendulum you bond with. I wasn’t able to make anything move until I bonded with my amethyst pendulum. This won’t be the case for everyone.

Pendulums benefit from charging/ cleansing just like tarot cards or other forms of divination. Just make sure you’re doing so in a way that’s safe for the materials. Don’t cleanse with water if the chain could rust, or the crystal is water soluble. Don’t pass it through smoke if its on a ribbon or yarn, as it might catch fire. Make sure you take care of your friend! 

Ummmm…I think that’s all. I’ll probably remember a ton of stuff as soon as I hit publish.. 

If anyone wants to add anything please do! I try to be thorough but I’m only human. If you have any questions, feel free to ask! 

Here Comes Your Man

Prompt: muggle au where hilarity ensues when James Potter is called to pick up Lily Evans from the Hospital because he accidentally labeled himself as her emergency contact.

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“Alright Miss Evans.”

Doctor Frank Longbottom was the poor sap assigned to Lily Evans when she entered Levinstown Hospital cradling her swollen wrist in rumpled clothes that smelled like the chlorine pool she’d fallen into. Frank looked over his chart and Lily sent him the best smile she could. He seemed nice, if not amused by her since she refused to tell him exactly what happened. She was a university student and he could probably guesstimate she’d been intoxicated but none-the-less Lily was not ready to share with the fair-haired doctor about how senseless she’d been.

“You are not well enough to drive,” he was being persistent, “I’d feel best if a friend or family member came to get you.”

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Drogon is Lightbringer.

Here are some clues I found showing Drogon being described as Lightbringer.  I think it’s also possible that a important sword (maybe made out of dragonglass or even the sword Dawn) can play a role in killing the Night’s King, however, Drogon is probably what the prophecy was referring to.

First, let’s look at the Qarthian origin story of dragons From AGOT:

“He told me the moon was an egg, Khaleesi,” the Lysene girl said. “Once there were two moons in the sky, but one wandered too close to the sun and cracked from the heat. A thousand thousand dragons poured forth, and drank the fire of the sun. That is why dragons breathe flame. One day the other moon will kiss the sun too, and then it will crack and the dragons will return.“

Compare that to the story of how AAR forged Lightbringer:

“The third time, with a heavy heart, for he knew before hand what he must do to finish the blade, he worked for a hundred days and nights until it was finished. This time, he called for his wife, Nissa Nissa, and asked her to bare her breast. He drove his sword into her breast, her soul combining with the steel of the sword, creating Lightbringer, while her cry of anguish and ecstasy left a crack across the face of the moon.”

And now let’s compare that to the birth of Dany’s dragons:

She heard a crack, the sound of shattering stone. The platform of wood and brush and grass began to shift and collapse in upon itself. Bits of burning wood slid down at her, and Dany was showered with ash and cinders. And something else came crashing down, bouncing and rolling, to land at her feet; a chunk of curved rock, pale and veined with gold, broken and smoking. The roaring filled the world, yet dimly through the firefall Dany heard women shriek and children cry out in wonder.

Only death can pay for life.

And there came a second crack, loud and sharp as thunder, and the smoke stirred and whirled around her and the pyre shifted, the logs exploding as the fire touched their secret hearts. She heard the screams of frightened horses, and the voices of the Dothraki raised in shouts of fear and terror, and Ser Jorah calling her name and cursing. No, she wanted to shout to him, no, my good knight, do not fear for me. The fire is mine. I am Daenerys Stormborn, daughter of dragons, bride of dragons, mother of dragons, don’t you see? Don’t you SEE? With a belch of flame and smoke that reached thirty feet into the sky, the pyre collapsed and came down around her. Unafraid, Dany stepped forward into the firestorm, calling to her children.

The third crack was as loud and sharp as the breaking of the world.

This is very specific wording used by GRRM. The cracking of the moon or the eggs is what ties in the birth of the dragons with the creation of Lightbringer. Also note the smoke is whirling around Dany, i.e. born among smoke and salt (Dothraki sea).


Next…


Here are some interesting quotes regarding the comet:

“The Dothraki named the comet shierak qiya, the Bleeding Star. The old men muttered that it omened ill, but Daenerys Targaryen had seen it first on the night she had burned Khal Drogo, the night her dragons had awakened. It is the herald of my coming, she told herself as she gazed up into the night sky with wonder in her heart. The gods have sent it to show me the way. “


“As the handmaids toweled her dry and wrapped her in a sandsilk robe, Dany’s thoughts went to the three who had sought her out in the City of Bones. The Bleeding Star led me to Qarth for a purpose. Here I will find what I need, if I have the strength to take what is offered, and the wisdom to avoid the traps and snares. If the gods mean for me to conquer, they will provide, they will send me a sign, and if not … if not … “

From Dany’s fevered dream as she miscarries Rhaego, we see the imagery of the burning heart, but instead of her husband, it is her child:

“…She could feel the heat inside her, a terrible burning in her womb. Her son was tall and proud, with Drogo’s copper skin and her own silver-gold hair, violet eyes shaped like almonds. And he smiled for her and began to lift his hand toward hers, but when he opened his mouth the fire poured out. She saw his heart burning through his chest, and in an instant he was gone, consumed like a moth by a candle, turned to ash. She wept for her child, the promise of a sweet mouth on her breast, but her tears turned to steam as they touched her skin….”

Melissandre when reciting the prophecy of Azor Ahai refers to Lightbringer as a burning sword:

“In ancient books of Asshai it is written that there will come a day after a long summer when the stars bleed and the cold breath of darkness falls heavy on the world. In this dread hour a warrior shall draw from the fire a burning sword. And that sword shall be Lightbringer, the Red Sword of Heroes, and he who clasps it shall be Azor Ahai come again, and the darkness shall flee before him.”

Now let’s look at how Xaro Xhoan Daxos refers to the dragons in ADWD:

“When your dragons were small they were a wonder. Grown, they are death and devastation,  a flaming sword above the world.

Finally, we have this very interesting passage from one of Jon’s ADWD chapter, he’s reading a passage Maester Aemon marked for him in the Jade Compendium:

“I looked at that book Maester Aemon left me. The Jade Compendium. The pages that told of Azor Ahai. Lightbringer was his sword. Tempered with his wife’s blood if Votar can be believed. Thereafter Lightbringer was never cold to the touch, but warm as Nissa Nissa had been warm. In battle the blade burned fiery hot. Once Azor Ahai fought a monster. When he thrust the sword through the belly of the beast, its blood began to boil. Smoke and steam poured from its mouth, its eyes melted and dribbled down its cheeks, and its body burst into flame.” Clydas blinked. “A sword that makes its own heat …” “… would be a fine thing on the Wall.”

Now compare that to Dany’s description of what happened to Kraznys mo Nakloz during the sack of Astapor:

“There is a reason. A dragon is no slave.” And Dany swept the lash down as hard as she could across the slaver’s face. Kraznys screamed and staggered back, the blood running red down his cheeks into his perfumed beard. The harpy’s fingers had torn his features half to pieces with one slash, but she did not pause to contemplate the ruin. “Drogon,” she sang out loudly, sweetly, all her fear forgotten. “Dracarys.” The black dragon spread his wings and roared. A lance of swirling dark flame took Kraznys full in the face. His eyes melted and ran down his cheeks, and the oil in his hair and beard burst so fiercely into fire that for an instant the slaver wore a burning crown twice as tall as his head.”

These quotes from the books show a connection to not only what Lightbringer is but what it can do. All these quotes have been left for us the reader throughout the series, All the way at the beginning of AGOT to almost the end of ADWD.

ETA:
Dany herself is referred to as light, a few times throughout the series.

From Daenerys III ACOK, Xaro says this to Dany:

“Marry me, bright light and sail the ships of my heart”

Daenerys IV, The House of the Undying:

“ They were reaching for her, touching her, tugging at her cloak, the hem of her skirt, her foot, her leg, her breast. They wanted her, needed her, the fire, the life, and Dany gasped and opened her arms to give herself to them …”

An interesting note to the Light and Life describe within Dany. In Spanish when we say a woman has given birth we say “dar a luz” which literally translate “to give light” or “to bring light  [into the world]”. The opposite of what the death the Others bring with them is LIFE. Who better to bring life to give life than a Mother.

Okay, so I’ve seen a lot of misunderstanding and received a few asks about that statement Jamilla sent Sana last year. That statement is not antisemitic nor is it… whatever the word is for anti-christians.

The problem that lies in taking one quote and abandoning context is that interpretation becomes so unpredictable.

The quote is referring to Jews and Christians that were slaughtering Muslims during the time of the Prophet (saw). In modern day context, it is referring to people who actively seek to harm Muslims or oppress them. It essentially means do not be friends or seek an ally with people who seek to harm you or your kind.

As for such [of the unbelievers] who do not fight against you on account of [your] faith, and neither drive you forth from your homelands, God does not forbid you to show them kindness and to behave towards them with full equity: for, verily, God loves those who act equitably.

God only forbids you to turn in friendship towards such who fight against you because of [your] faith, and drive you forth from your homelands, or aid [others] in driving you forth… (Quran 60:8-9)

So, this maybe has made a comeback this season to represent the fact that Sana should not seek an alliance with the likes of someone like Sara or her islamophobic crew, because they wish to harm her (not physically). 

“I’m telling you, man. You have the perfect body for it.”

Dave was lying on the couch, spread out and chill as hell.  Karkat stood a few feet from him, arms crossed, growing more and more irritated.

“I don’t want to hear it.”

“No, really,” Dave said, failing to stifle a smile. “You just fit snugly right into my arms, cozy and cuddly.  I should carry you more often.”

“Dave, knock it off.”

“I don’t know why you don’t always wanna go flying with me.  I’ll keep you safe in my big strong arms.”

“Okay, that’s it, Strider.” Karkat stomped up to the couch and put his hands on his hips.  “You want to be a funnyman?  A clown?”

Dave smirked. “You not a fan of my comedy stylings?” Karkat was so easy to tease.

With one quick motion, Karkat reached under Dave, tossed him up into the air with some freaky troll strength, and caught him bridal style as he fell back down.

“Oof!”  Dave hadn’t expected that.  He hadn’t even had time to start floating before he plopped right into Karkat’s waiting arms. Karkat looked at him expectantly, grinning.

“You know, I never gave permission to be your blushing bride to be.”

“I knew you’d like it.”

Dave had to admit, there was certainly a comfort to being carried and held. Karkat was stronger than he looked, and he hadn’t even broken a sweat.

Dave wrapped his own arms around Karkat’s neck for a little balance. “So, got any plans for this carry-capade?”

“Oh, you know,” Karkat said, pacing around the living room, swaying Dave back and forth. “I figure we go out on the town, I show you some sights, maybe jump off a building and learn to fly so I can be a showboating jackass too.”

Karkat brought the two of them to the door to their house, nudging it open with his shoulder.  Dave chuckled.  “Gonna carry me around all day, then?”

“Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed after all the times you’ve had to hold me.”

Dave smiled as he nestled into Karkat’s arms a little more snugly.  “Take me away.”


For @dyonoi.

Icel, I didn’t know it was your birthday!  Take this hastily written davekat fluff.

James March: Surely Missed

It has been 12 days since you have been gone on vacation with your family. Those 12 days in The Bahamas were definitely memorable but you missed your James oh so dearly. Your family members would always ask about meeting him, but you just weren’t ready. James was…. different. 

Before leaving, you tried your best to teach James how to use a smartphone so that the both of you can keep in contact while you were gone. But James being old-fashioned and very stubborn, wasn’t having it. You even tried something as simple as a flip phone, and no luck. He despised the modern world. Especially modern technology. 

It did make you quite sad because you wouldn’t get to talk to him whenever you wanted to, but you just sucked it up for the sake of seeing your family.

You did, although, have Sally send you a couple of videos here and there of James saying quick hello’s and how much he misses you. He even told you that he planned a nice dinner upon your arrival.

……….

5:49pm

After a long flight, you finally landed in LA and you took a taxi back to your home AKA Hotel Cortez. The taxi driver helped unload your luggage from the trunk and went on his merry way back into the LA traffic.

You took a deep breath in, inhaling the LA air. You did miss it. Then, you entered through the front doors. You started walking straight towards the elevators because you were so excited, yet oddly nervous to see James. 

Liz is at the check in wearing her reading glasses reading a book. Seeing a figure walk by, she looked up. When she realized it was you, she put her glasses on the desk, still holding onto her book. “Hey, Y/N. How was your vacay?” Liz asked.

You stopped to answer. “It was amazing! But I missed James so much.” As you brought up your lover’s name, you pouted a little. “If you see Sally before me, tell her I said thanks for sending me videos of James.”

“You got it hun.” Liz put her glasses back on and continued reading her book, then you headed inside the elevator.

Once you reached your penthouse suite, you actually weren’t surprised that James wasn’t in the room. You figured he was in his office or prepping for dinner tonight. It made you quite sad because you were looking forward to smothering him in kisses. Oh well.

Letting out a sigh, you put your bags down and chose to unpack later, feeling a big jet lagged. Your bed was the first thing you wanted to lay on, but instead, you noticed a note was left on it from James.


Dearest,

I ask that you do not look for me. As I am currently preparing for our special dinner tonight. We shall meet in the dining room at 8 o’clock. A new attire is awaiting in your closet.

Yours, James.


Where James’ name lied on the paper, you lightly touched it with your fingertips as a big smile hit your face. You folded the note back up and placed it on the bed. Excitedly, you headed to your closet to look at the dress that James picked out for you.

In your closet, you see a dark blue silk gown with a high slit. It’s very elegant. He also paired it with silver strappy heels.

Leaving the dress where it is, you decided to start with a hot shower, wishing that James could’ve joined you. 

Because of that long flight, you definitely took your time in the shower. Soaking up all that hot steam.

Once you were finished showering, you started on makeup to allow your hair to air dry in the meantime. You kept the eye shadow neutral and paired it with a dark burgundy lip. 

Your makeup is finally finished, so you start with blow drying your hair. Halfway through blow drying, you hear a knock on your door. It did surprise you a little. You had a confused look on your face as you were on your way to open the door.

At your door is Ms. Evers with a bouquet of flowers. “From, Mr. March.” She smiles as she’s handing the roses to you.

“Oh wow, I wasn’t expecting this at all. Thank you, Ms. Evers!” You started smelling the roses as you closed the door. They are beautiful. This is exactly why you’re so in love with James. He’s charming, he’s a gentleman, and most of all, he knows how to make his lady feel special. Yes, he’s a psychotic serial killer. But to you, he’s one in a million.

You set the roses on the bed and finished with you hair, styling it as an updo.

Finishing up with your new gown and shoes.

……….

7:56pm

You finished getting ready just in time and started heading out the door, into the elevator to floor 7, room 78.

Once you reached the door, you knocked 3 times. You can hear Ms. Evers and James talking through the door. So you lean in, putting your ear closer to the door so you can hear what they’re saying. Making you giggle a little from being so nosey. 

“Would you like me to get that for you, Mr. March?” Ms. Evers asks James.

“Oh no no, that’s alright.” James replies. He was acting like a giddy little school girl. He missed you so much and you being away for this amount of time was quite a change for him. This was the longest that you’ve been away from him. 

“Darling!” James shouts, as opening the door reveals the sight of you.

“Oh, sweetheart!” You rush to James and give him a kiss on the lips, standing on your tip toes to reach up to him.

“I’ve missed you so dearly.” James says in a soft tone. 

“You don’t understand how much I’ve missed you.”

He grabs your hand to kiss it and then he leads you to your seat. Being the gentleman that he is, he pulls your chair out for you. Once you’re seated, he rushes over to his seat.

“Help yourself, my queen.” Dinner was already in front of you. 

“Thanks, James.” The both of you put the clothed napkin on your laps. You were starving so you started to eat. 

After taking 2 bites of your food, you noticed that James was being a little fidgety and hasn’t started eating. Instead, he kept looking back and forth at you with a smile on his face. Making you feel a little awkward. You’ve never seen James act this odd at dinner.

In confusion, you looked at your food, then you looked at him asking, “Yes?”.

Excitedly, James asks, “How is the outside, darling?” 

You smiled at him with loving eyes because of how excited he sounded asking you. It was just so cute. He must’ve really missed you. Maybe even more than you missed him. With James, though, he doesn’t show that side of his emotions as strongly as you do. Most of the time, he tries to contain it. But that’s just how he is and you didn’t mind it. 

“Well, The Bahamas was breathtaking. If only you could have joined.” You sighed. “It’s really hard too because my family keeps asking me why you don’t leave the hotel.” 

“And what do you say?” James asks, He finally calms his excitement a little and starts on his dinner.

“I just tell them it’s complicated.” You shrugged your shoulders as you let out laugh, then took a bite of your food.

“Ah, yes.” Ms. Evers pours whiskey in James’ empty glass and then pours wine in yours.

James grabs his glass of whiskey, raising it up to cheers and you follow after.

“Cheers. To reuniting with my beloved.” He says, making eye contact with you.

“Reuniting? It’s been 12 days, not 12 years.” You said sarcastically. “How about we cheers to us?”

James raises his glass slightly higher, then you doing the same. “To us.”

The both of you take a sip of your drinks and continued finishing up with dinner. Out of curiosity, you ask James, “So what do you have planned for dessert?”

James smirks as he takes another sip of his whiskey. “You, dearest.” 

Oh, you can’t wait.

Instead of the 4 current Netflix Marvel shows (5 soon), they should just have 1 very long show in which Claire Temple is asked to explain something along the lines of “how the hell did you end up at this point” and she replies “Well, it started when I pulled this guy out of the dumpster-”

And she and the other person (I’m starting to think a reporter, or maybe an old friend) start off talking during early morning, in a cafe or something, and as time goes on they move around the city - through parks, down streets, shops, a restaurant, a few tourist-y sightseeing places, so on and so forth, until they end up talking over drinks in a near-empty bar (or maybe Claire’s apartment, idk) in the wee hours of the morning.

And every location could contain a seasons worth of information basically? Like, their coffee’s gone cold, the brownies don’t even have crumbs left, the employees are starting to give them dirty looks, Claire is wrapping up the first season of Daredevil, and the other person’s like “Okay, but that still doesn’t explain why you’re-” and Claire goes “Yeah, I’m leading up to that, how about we move on with our little tour of the city though?” And they walk to the park and sit on one of the benches and that starts Season Two: Claire Temple and the Next Dumbass Superhero I Pulled From the (now metaphorical) Dumpster.

Or the locations could be more suited to whatever show the season’s talking about, but I’m too tired to think about that now. Basically, we get more of Claire’s thoughts and background story, and get a much clearer idea of how she developed over the course of the shows, and just generally more Claire, which is always a good thing.

This is great. I’m tired enough to think this makes sense.

Just a flower? (Jungkook Tattooartist!au)

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Summary: “Something small…a flower?”

Genre: Jungkook x Reader TattooArtist!au ( A little angst, fluff )

A/N: Helloo!! Thx to the anon that requested this btw. I hope you like it I kind of went wild with the plot! ❤️ p.s if u want links for the tattoos ill put them on here and use your imagination for your tattoo placement and or style ❀ ✿ ❁ ✾ ✽ ❃ ❋ enjoy!


“You’re such a goodie two shoes! You mean to tell me you’ve never gone to a random club for the heck of it, not even once?”

“Leave me alone!” You dropped your pencil and gave her a look. “You’re supposed to be at a meeting anyway, not instigating my personal life.” Poking out your bottom lip you pouted to yourself. She laughed while grabbing a bottle of orange juice and a bagel. You sat at the island with a few books, tea and a pencil as you watched her scramble to get out because she was late. The whole morning she wouldn’t get off your case about your so called ‘innocence’.

“I’m just saying Y/N, you traveled across the world and your nose is stuck in a book! Live a little! Do something spontaneous for once. See you later!” She ran out and you sighed in relief, you could breathe, she was finally off your back.

Do something spontaneous she says, you’ve done plenty of spontaneous things including moving here. You moved here for school but it still counts, right? You sighed, resting your chin in the palm of your hand in thought. Maybe she was right, maybe you did need to do something on a whim.


You pushed back a strand of your hair before securing the lid of the beautiful drink. 

“Jungkook?” You called the order name, searching around for whoever it might be. Who you presumed to be the man who ordered it looked up from his phone and his soft features caught your attention; and not only that but the sleeve of tattoos on his left arm, the multiple pierces in his ear, the tasteful ensemble of dark clothes. You had never seen him before, or maybe you just never noticed him; but how could you not notice someone like that? You handed him the drink and he thanked you with a friendly smile before going on his way.

Instead of gawking at the door like a crazed love struck girl, you untied your apron and ran to the back to get changed. Yoojin, your coworker and good friend was getting off the same time as you. She walked in, punching in her time and grabbing her backpack.

“That’s it!” You snapped, smiling brightly to yourself.

“Y/N? Are you ok?” Your sudden outburst startled her and she gave you a look.

“Sorry, sorry- I just figured it out.” With your hands fiddling in hair you took out the rubber band.

“Figured out what?” She remained baffled.

You grabbed her by the shoulders and laughed, “I’m gonna get a tattoo!” With that you ran out the back.


“You can do this, you can do this, you can do this….” You repeated that phrase in your head and aloud, hopping to hype yourself up. You scheduled your consultation for this evening and after this long day it was finally time. After walking a few blocks you found the spot and quickly stepped into the clean little establishment.

“Hi, - Y/N? You called for the consultation?” You nodded. A guy behind them the front desk who was equally as tattooed as most of the people in here. 

“Right past there are a few couches, you can wait for him there.” Timidly you went where he directed you and took a seat. As you fiddled with your fingers to distract yourself you noticed all of the photos of tattoos and drawings on the wall and for some reason you got nervous. 

“You’re my 5 o'clock right?” That same guy, Jungkook, the one at the cafe that you made a drink for. He must’ve remembered you too, he furrowed his brow and smiled. “Wait - I know you, you work at the cafe a few blocks down, don’t you?” He finally put his finger on it.

“Yeah, I saw you were there yesterday.” You nodded as he took his seat across from you with a clip board, paper and a pen.

“Ah, you were the one that made my drink.” He said.

“Yep,” You squirmed in your seat, biting your lips, “that was me.” 

“It was good by the way…” Your cheeks glowed a subtle rose at the compliment, even if it was for your amazing barista skills you took it to heart. “So, you’re looking to get a tattoo. Do you have your eye on something in particular or are you just looking?”

“Um, I don’t really know, I really like elegant pieces on the back.”

“Yeah, pieces like those are always really pretty, is that what you want?” 

“I think so…” 

“Let me show you some work I’ve done, similar to that.” He pulled a big binder from under the center table and got up to sit next to you. He opened up the well organized binder and flipped a few pages before stopping. You stared in aw at the elegant works of art, most of them were huge; covering most of the back or somewhere on the leg. As much as you hated to admit it, you really couldn’t concentrate on the book when his arm was in full view showcasing the pieces of art. You managed to stutter, “I like that one, I want mine that big.” He peered at the one you pointed at and he nodded in agreement. “That one is one of my personal favorites, it looks simple but it required a lot of precision on my part, it was worth it though.”

“Ok, I can draw something along the the lines of that, to see if you like it, sound good?” You nodded. His hand went to work, the pen moving back and forth with his movements. You sat there, for 15 maybe 20 minutes as he continued to draw the art that will soon be on your body. Oddly enough you weren’t even looking at it, you stared out of the window, watching the people go by; it almost calmed you.

“Done.” He showed you the paper and your mouth hung open in astonishment, how could he come up with this in such a short amount of time.

“It’s beautiful…really, really beautiful. You’re very talented.” You brushed your fingers over the drawing, admiring the little details on gentle creature. It was funny how you could actually see it on yourself, it was literally made for you.

“Thanks, I try to put the canvas into prospective- the canvas being my client of course.” He giggled to himself. “You’d look great with this, it compliments your skin and the overall way you look.” He ripped the papa we out and went to a what looked like a printer. He came back over with a sheet of paper and handed it to you. “So when do you want to set up the appointments.” The question.

“Appointments? More than one?” 

“For a tattoo that big I normally suggest a series of appointments, the pain can be a little much in one day. But we can do it in one day, it’ll be a few hours. How about next Thursday at noon? You’ll be my only appointment.” He was steadily sliding on some gloves as he continued to talk to you.

You mentally viewed your schedule and you were free. “I can do that.”

“Ok, I’ll see you then.”


With a coffee in your hand you sat at a two person table, trying to relax and take your mind off of it you decided to sit in your favorite cafe and draw for a little bit. 

“Is this seat taken?” A familiar voice chirped from behind you. It was him again, how come you two keep meeting?

“Jungkook? Hi- no, it’s not go ahead.” You smiled gesturing to the seat. He sat across from you with a back pack, and a book in his arm. Was he drawing too? The cafe was usually crowded at this time and you were glad the only free seat was next to you. Although he probably didn’t notice you took every chance you got to look at his face or maybe you were just looking at all of him. It was silent between you two, you both mutual have each other space and you glance at his paper but you couldn’t make out what it was.

“I never caught your name.” He spoke. You looked up sort of timidly, he was looking at you with curious eyes and you took off your reading glasses and sat down your pencil. “Y/N.” You responded softly.

“That’s a pretty name.” That smile. His smile was absolutely breathtaking and the way stared deep into your eyes was charming, even if he wasn’t trying to be.

“Thank you…um your tattoos, they’re really beautiful, did you do them yourself?” You pointed to his left arm where a majority of his tattoos were; subconsciously he touched and looked at them. “I did a few of them, maybe 5 or 6? All free handed too. Free hand is my favorite…it’s relaxing. I see you like to draw.” His gaze drifted over to your paper.

“Oh, yeah it’s…relaxing,” you giggled, “I guess…” 

“Can I see it?” You handed him the paper and his eyes lit up. “You drew this?” You nodded unsure of his reaction. “I love it.” He brought the paper close so he could study it better. “Can I use this? I swear I’ll give you full credit it’s just too good not to be used.” 

“Sure, I don’t mind, keep it. But it really isn’t that good, It’s just a flower…” With a slight smile on your lips you took out your phone and looked at a series of missed texts. You were late for work.  “Shoot, I have to go, I’m gonna be late!” Frantically you there your stuff in your bag and took the last sip of your coffee. “It was nice talking to you!” You waved goodbye as you rushed out of the building before he could respond. 


After your last meeting a few days went by and now today is the day. You were doing it, you were about to get a permanent piece of art on your body. You were proving to yourself you could be adventurous, spontaneous, all of it. You arrived at the shop and stood in front the glass door chewing on your bottom lip. “You can do this…” You pushed open the door and you looked around in confusion. 

“Hello?” Nobody was here, it was empty and silent. Did he give you the wrong time or day. “Jungkook?-” He peeked from a back room smiling at you with his bunny teeth. “Back here sweetheart.” He waved you over.

“Oh, there you are.” You made your way to the room and you saw he had all his equipment ready, it sort of added to your nerves. It’s really happening…

“Do you like it?” He showed you the large outline and you swallowed thickly.

“Yeah, I like it…” Your eyes skimmed over the paper.

“So, you just take off your top and bra and I’ll be back.” When he shut the door you stripped and held your shirt against your chest. 

“Knock, knock,” He knocked on the door and he peeked pass the door “are you ready?” 

“Ready as I’ll ever be…” You kicked your legs mindlessly, awaiting his instruction.

“Lay down for me.” A few seconds went by and his gloved hand your lower back and you shivered upon contact. You felt the thin paper press against your skin along with his warm hand pressing precisely.

“Ok, go see how it looks.” He handed you a hand mirror and you made your way to the mirror holding it up in front of you so you could see the mirror through the one in your hand. It was big, it reached a few inches from your shoulder and lower back. It was big. 

“Do you like the placement?” He voiced from his stool, you could see him eyeing you through the mirror. He seemed to have taken a liking to your figure but he kept it at bay, diverting his eyes when you turned around.

“Yeah, i-it's good.” You got up on the cushiony table, laying flat in front of him. You could hear him fiddling with the needle and you were trying to steady your breathing.

“Don’t be nervous baby girl, it’s not too bad.” He pat your shoulder in a friendly way, trying to comfort you and soothe your nerves but it did very little to help you. “Everyone gets a little nervous on their first time. If it gets too much I can give you some Advil or we can finish up another day.” He suggested. You nodded quickly, but he was getting the feeling that you weren’t prepared for this. Taking a deep breath he turned the needle on and the sound alone gaze you freaking out, you were tense and just as the needle was about to touch your skin you panicked.

“Stop, stop, stop. I can’t do it…” You sat up, burying your face in your hands and he put the needle down in shock. You wiped the stray tears from your face as you also tried to keep your decency in tact. He rubbed your thigh in concern, “Hey, it’s ok, don’t cry…do you not like the tattoo? Is it too big? You could’ve told me, I would’ve drawn you something different-”

“No, it’s not that…I-I Just don’t know what I’m doing here.” You turned around so that your back was the only thing facing him and changed quickly. He watched you situate yourself, he didn’t have a clue where this was coming from.

“I’m sorry I wasted your time, really I am but I don’t wanna do this anymore.” You took deliberate steps to the door but you got jerked back by his hand wrapped around your wrist.

“Wait, please. Can you at least talk to me about it? I just wanna help…” His doe eyes bore into you like a begging puppy, you were tempted to say no but how could you? “Fine…” With his hand still on your wrist he led you to sit back down and he sat beside you. 

“If it’s not the tattoo, what is it? Is it me?” He hoped it wasn’t.

“Of course it’s not you. It’s me.” You deadpanned.

“You? I don’t understand-”

“I’m not like most of the people around here Jungkook, I don’t go out a lot, I traveled half across the world and I still feel like I’m missing out, there’s not much to me…I’ve never done this before, I just wanted to prove to myself that I could do something different or at least have a little fun for once in my life- but I can’t…” Your head hung low as you looked down at your fingers, how could you get like this in front of him? You were just burdening him with your own personal problems. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t even be telling you this…I should go…” You ease off the table and stand there for a good few seconds.

“No, you shouldn’t.” He stood up, towering over you with hopeful eyes. “You should go to lunch with me…My treat?” Although your were taken and your first instinct was to say yes- no, scream yes but you held your self together. “Ok…” 


A few weeks went by and you can say you’ve never met someone who looked at you the way he did. The past few weeks you had come to grow fond of his random late night texts, the times he’d steal you from home even if he knew you were studying. Sometimes on the weekend he’d come to the apartment just to watch tv with you, regardless of how crazy or cheesy the flics were you two would poke fun at them together. A majority of the time the night would end with you waking him up and telling him to go home or him convincing you to let him stay the night, you were the one to give in most of the time. You’d rarely go to his tattoo shop anymore, not since that first appointment. He said he wasn’t bothered by it but you knew he’d like it if you’d eat lunch with him sometimes. During lunch break you’d both go to the same place and bring your food back to your jobs. He’d ask you to come over sometimes and even though your excuses not to go were terrible he went with them anyway.

Your phone vibrated on your bed and you held it up to your face as you tried to shake of your sleepy eyesight. message from Jungkook 

8:27 

morning 

good morning angel

morning lovely

r u still sleeping ?

9:03 

hey are u alive bby?

heyy

9:05 

if you r alv can u come by

can u come by the shop??? 

I’m coming to your room window with a rock if you don’t respond in 2 mins

“Huh..” You sighed.

It’s a saturday…dont make me go anywhr

pleaseee it wont tak long

fine, be there in 15. You went to take your shower and get dressed in a comfy pair of jeans and a t shirt. You didn’t feel like going throught he hassle of making breakfast so you grabbed a banana and went out the door.

You walked into to the back room where he always was and there he was on his phone. When he caught your gaze he immediately got up to embrace you. “Hi baby.” He kissed your forehead playfully. “I have something to show you.” He took you by the hand and into the room you were gonna get tattooed in. 

“What is it?” You were anxious onto what it might be and by the excitement in his face it must’ve been good. 

“Tah-dah!” He pulled down his shirt, exposing the front of his shoulder to you with a huge smile.

“Oh my g- Jungkook, is that my drawing?…” Your mouth hung open in shock; you got closer and touched the still slightly red skin around the flower a few centimeters from his collar bone. “You liked it that much?…” 

“Yeah, I got it done  yesterday and I just couldn’t wait any longer to show you. When I told you I loved it I really meant it, I’ve been looking for something different and your flower was perfect.” He couldn’t keep a smile from forming on his lips. 

“Jungkook, that’s really sweet…” You wrapped your arms around his neck and his went to your waist, pulling him in for a warm hug and you two just stood there, enjoying each others hold.

“You know, I’ve been thinking. I have an idea for a tattoo that would be perfect for you.” You rested your hands on his chest.

“I don’t know, if I get one I want to be sure that I love it, without a doubt…you know?” You laid your head on his shoulder and he subconsciously tapped the pads of his fingers on your back.

“Can I give you a tattoo? Just a small one, I have just the one in mind for you…”

“Ok, fine.”

“Really?” You were as shocked as him to be honest. As soon as you nodded he had the needle ready, gloves and you sat down. He had this planned, you thought but you’ll let it slide. As he began the process you both agreed on the perfect place for it, and he started. The pain was fairly bearable, especially since you weren’t a panicking mess, you trusted him.

“All done, it looks beautiful.” You sat there for maybe an hour and he finally set you free. And your heart was pounding out of your chest, you hadn’t gotten a glimpse of it and now was the big reveal. You got up unsteadily and trudged over to the mirror.

“A flower?…” You gawked at it in the mirror, admiring every little detail, in your opinion it was for more creative than yours. He watched you look at the tattoo and he was getting a little nervous, did you like it? Did you hate it?

“You do like it, right? I thought since you like to draw plants and things like that I’d-” 

“Thank you, I love it, I love it,” Wrapping yours arms around his torso you cut him off. He pecked your pinkish lips making a light tint of blush appear on your cheeks. “I’m glad I was getting a little scared there. You really do love it?”  

You nodded. “it’s perfect.”

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