it was offered to me so i took it

Dating Jason Blossom Would Include:

• Him asking you out on a date at Pop’s, when no one else was around to see you two

• Rejecting him at first because of his reputation at school, and his failed previous relationships

• Him trying to convince you to give him one chance

• You eventually accepting his offer after a lot of convincing 

• Your first date being at Sweetwater River, where he took you on a boat ride while his family wasn’t home

• Seeing a completely different Jason than you expected on your first date

• Him confessing about hating his reputation at school, an how he wished he didn’t have it

• “They don’t know me, they know ‘Jason Blossom, the captain of the football team’. I just wish they would want to know me

• Pretending not to know each other at school to protect both of you

• One day Reggie talks about seeing you and Jason, so the football team humiliates you, Jason included

• Countless apologies from Jason that night

• “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry… I didn’t want to but I just-”

• Him confessing about his family being abusive ( After episode 5, I am convinced that they are at least verbally abusive )

• Him also confessing that he acts the way he does because his family wants to keep their reputation, and ‘kindness isn’t included in the reputation’

• Forgiving him despite him telling you that you shouldn’t

• “It’s not worth it- you’ll end up getting hurt. I don’t want you dealing with that”

• Ignoring his argument completely

• “Jason, you need someone to be there for you. I’m here because I want to be here

• Becoming friends with Cheryl and seeing her true colours too

• “I’m glad i’m not the only one protecting JJ anymore..”

• Seeing Jason everyday after school by the river because it’s where you went on your first date

• Jason talking about running away during the summer, after almost a year of secretly dating

• “Think about it- I can get away from Riverdale, from my family. All of these bad things can just go away.”

• At first being apprehensive about him leaving, but eventually accepting it, ignoring the bad feeling

• Jason inviting you to runaway with him

• “We could get married- and live together, leave Riverdale for good. I know it’s sudden- and you don’t have to, but-”

• Accepting his offer after some thought

• Jason being ecstatic about you accepting his offer, and asking countless times if you were sure

• “I won’t let you runaway alone, I love you too much to let you do that”

• “Thank yo-… you love me?”

• Both of you realizing what you had just said to Jason

• “Don’t worry (Y/N).. I love you too.”

• You, Jason, and Cheryl planning how you were going to runaway that summer

• When the day comes for you to run away, you and Jason both say goodbye to Cheryl

• “I love you like a sister (Y/N), stay safe, and protect JJ for me…”

• You and Jason both getting shot together and dying

• The whole town finding you and Jason’s bodies months later, at the same spot where Jason took you on your first date, at Sweetwater River

• The whole town finding out about you and Jason when they found the bodies with matching rings

• Cheryl disobeying her parents when they said that Jason was to be buried with the rest of the Blossom family, not with (Y/N).

• “It’s what Jason would have wanted! He deserves to be with who he loved!”

• Cheryl secretly having Veronica convince Archie, Betty, and Jughead to help her bury you and Jason together before the memorial

• Everyone agreeing because they didn’t agree with Cheryl’s family, and didn’t want you to be buried away from who you loved because you were friends with all of them

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A/N: Okay so I am terribly sorry if this isn’t what you wanted! I was really stuck on this since we haven’t even heard Jason speak in the show, so it’s really hard to guess what he was like. I assume he had Cheryl’s situation, where he acted a certain way around people at school but in reality was just broken by his home life. In this scenario Polly and Jason weren’t together because it wouldn’t fit, but this is sort of how I imagine Jason was the year leading up to his death. Just a confused, lovestruck boy trying to get away from his problems.

Becoming a more active practitioner through everyday magic

Four years ago if you asked me what it took to be an active magical practitioner, I would have told you that it took spells upon spells cast, rituals every weekend, elaborate offering ceremonies, and so on. If you had told me about “everyday” magic, I would have pouted and complained that it wasn’t “real” enough. Shame on me!!

But the truth is, you can be a “practitioner” without formal spells, rituals, and ceremonies. What makes us practitioners, seekers, whatever you like to call it isn’t the activities, but the beliefs. I also don’t want to make it seem like you must be cramming lots of magic in to your daily life to be a proper practitioner; it is quite alright to be a nonpracticing practitioner, and that is a completely valid path.

However, some of us would like a little more active practice in our daily lives. After all, we have been given a magic wand. What is the fun in letting it collect dust in the cabinet? I think doing practical, everyday magic is loads of fun. It also has the added benefit of giving you practice and experience outside of big spells and rituals which many people don’t have the time, energy, or supplies for.

What do I mean when I say everyday magic? I mean putting small amounts of magical energy behind mundane actions to turn them in to magical actions. When done regularly throughout the day this can turn a regular day in to a very magical one. This kind of everyday magic can be done again and again in any situation that you like, to help support you, ease your burdens, and improve your quality of life.

Any situation can be made magical, from drinking your morning juice to taking a walk down the sidewalk. It is up to you, as a practitioner, to decide when and where you are going to take “everyday” and add the magic. I will give several generalized spells below that you can adapt to everyday situations.

Stirring Magic in to Liquids

Useful for tea, coffee, beverages, soups, elixirs, etc.

This magic will take effect once the liquid is consumed. Or, the liquid may passively give off the effect in to the room.

Take a wooden or metal spoon; metal conducts energies more easily. You may also use your pointer finger on your right hand if you prefer.

Strongly imagine what magical effect you would like to occur. In my morning coffee I like to stir bravery and boldness. For you, perhaps you would like to stir in peace or calmness (the opposite of anxiety). In a hearty soup you may wish to stir happiness and coziness. In a brew meant to affect the ambiance of a room, perhaps a general positive energy or cleansing vibration is best.

Take the spoon or your finger and stir the brew clockwise, while vividly imagining the effect you want to take place. Imagine that this effect is literally being stirred in to your liquid, just as if you were stirring cream in to it. At a certain point you will feel as if this magic is complete, but if you doubt yourself, rest assured the spell is complete after nine stirs.

Then, you must seal the spell. You can say “so mote it be.” I like to clap or snap my fingers. Immediately consume the beverage or set it aside to allow its ambient effects to take place.

If you prefer your liquid to take something away, stir it counter-clockwise. For example, to cure anxiety, stir clockwise for peace, or counter-clockwise to reduce anxiety itself. Do not combine clockwise and counter-clockwise stirring in the same liquid.

Exhaling Energies

Releasing energies to either fill a room or be dissipated.

Inhale deeply and be acutely aware of what energies are inside of you. Maybe you are filled with beautiful energies that you want to share with the world. Maybe you are filled with negative energies that need to be released so you will feel better.

If you are filled with negative energies, try going outside if possible or in to an open space where the air and winds can help dissipate your energies.

Inhale again. As you inhale with focus, energies will be drawn towards your lungs where they can be naturally expelled. Inhale until you feel very certain that the energies are in your lungs and ready to be moved away.

When you are prepared, take a final deep breath and imagine the energies are scooped up on the air in your lungs, ready for transport. As you exhale, do so deeply, so that there is not one trace of air left in your lungs.

If you are exhaling negative energies send a wish on your breath that the winds dissipate your energies and neutralize and purify them. If you are exhaling beautiful energies for others to enjoy, just let them sit.

Inhale and exhale several more times until you feel clean and purified.

Another excellent way of dispelling negative energy is to exhale through pursed lips, like how people do when they’re pissed off. That is a real magical technique of releasing negative energies and stress. I do it often at work, and it really helps.

If you want to try something more advanced, this technique also works with talking and singing.

Applying Substances to Your Body

Add energies directly to your body or clean away negativity.

If you are using soap, lotion, makeup, or any substance that is added to your body, try this brand of magic.

First, intensely visualize what you want to occur. It could be a beauty spell to clear skin and make it soft and delicate. It could be war paint to make you stronger, or a mask to glamour yourself. As you hold your cleanser/lotion/etc., you must simply believe that when you apply it, the effects you desire will take place.

Rub in clockwise circles to bring things (beauty, power, grace, protection) and counter-clockwise circle to take things away (blemishes, fear, clumsiness). If circles do not apply to what you are doing (as is the case with spritzing on perfume or applying eyeliner) do not worry about it, just do your thing along with visualization.

Once you are done applying your substance, seal this spell by saying “so mote it be” or any other closer you use. If the substance requires rinsing off, as is the case with soaps, do so after the closing.

This type of magic can be used when applying lotion, soap, cleansers, hair products, makeup, perfume, cologne, body sprays, etc.

Quick Object Enchantments

Good to make an everyday object magical in the short term.

This quick enchantment won’t last long but depending on your level of skill it should be good for an hour or two. Remember that the magical enchantment should reflect the mundane uses for the object. Use your glasses for an enchantment to see lies, or your shoes for an enchantment to stand strong.

Hold the object and vividly imagine what you want to happen. Find a center of power within yourself – for many it is the solar plexus or spine.

Using your imagination, visualize that some of that energy comes out through your hands and in to the object you are holding. Wildly and with an iron-clad will, truly believe that the object you are holding is being infused with magical intent. Absolutely see within your mind that what you desire to occur will occur when you use the item. There is no question about it – your enchantment will work.

As soon as you feel the true faith that your object is enchanted, seal the spell by saying “so mote it be” or your preferred method of sealing. Wear, use, or otherwise interact with the object as normal and its enchantments will take effect immediately.

sometimes i cry bc in season 2 giles said to buffy “to forgive is an act of compassion… it’s not done because people deserve it. it’s done because they need it” and buffy subsequently becomes one of the most forgiving characters ever like let me live

DM: “The enemy castle looms large out of the woods. You can’t see inside.”

Druid: “…I cast speak with animals and start asking the squirrels if they’ve seen anyone coming and going.”

(30 acorn-bribes later, she’d established that there were “lots” of undead and found out about a hidden entrance)


Druid: …So flying squirrels are Tiny, right? I can use them for Animal Messenger?


Druid: “So how many acorns would it take me to build up a squirrel spy network?”

DM: “You can’t. The squirrels aren’t intelligent. They’ll just forget what you wanted them to do and wander off.”


(Much later)

Druid: “During our downtime, I wander into the woods and start casting Awaken on friendly squirrels. I offer them a competitive rate of pay to join my spy network.“ 

DM: ”…This is the entire reason you maxed out your diplomacy and took Leadership, isn’t it.“

I was called a selfish ingrate (or some variation of that) almost everyday as a child. So obviously I’ve struggled a lot with feeling selfish. How would I not?

Anyways, one time my friend offered me a chip she wanted me to try. It took a lot of convincing but I finally broke a small piece off. I looked up and just saw her staring at me with a weird look on her face.

“Why did you break off a piece instead of eating the whole thing?”

And what she said next touched me more then she’ll ever know.

She told me I was “worth a whole chip.” And yeah, it sounds stupid, but imagine hearing someone say you’re worth something when you’ve been told your whole life you deserve and are worth absolutely nothing.

And yeah, this whole story seems miniscule. But the point is, if you have a friend who’s been abused, realize how far simple words of kindness go. You can’t break down the feelings of shame and worthlessness without love and compassion.

So thank you for all of you out there that help us see the light in ourselves that out parents tried to put out.

Apparently Tamaki has a crush on me……in my dream LMAO

Part 2 of Your Fav is Genetically Wrong! I took some character requests on the Warriors Amino app and these guys were popular.

I’m again thanking @climbstudio for all of the genetics posts she’s made, because that’s what got me interested in doing this to begin with! I’m still new to genetics and I’m trying to learn, so please offer some helpful critique if you guys have any. c: 

I’m not positive about Ivypool’s realistic design and how accurate it is, the more I look at it, the more I think it should be different. Cats with a white parent confuse the heck outta me still!

I gave you everything I had till I couldn’t give anymore and I thought I had nothing to offer anyone else, until now I have plenty to offer so many people it took me a long time to realize this but I’m here and I’m okay and that’s what counts.
—  Excerpt from a book I will never write #1171 // A.M

This was supposed to be a super quick doodle for Valentine’s Day because I needed an excuse to draw the otp in my two fav sweaters but I spent way too much time on it and it still looks super sloppy. It took me 15 min to realise that I wouldn’t be able to draw Roy’s eyes closed tonight so I opened them wth?? Happy V-Day everyone!

P.S. I’m still offering commissions to support the #NoDapl Last Stand!

Honestly, I’m just so disappointed with people saying YOI is not representation because it has ‘fan service’ in it. I had an incredible girlfriend whom lived in Russia, she took her own life because of the abuse she faced from being gay. My heart has never healed.

Seeing an LGBT Russian character has blown me away. I know that she would of been so happy to see that. YOI has so much to offer and give this world, regardless of the bits of fan service in there (which is now leading to a healthy relationship). Every time I see someone complaining about YOI being non representative and just for fujoshi, it seriously kicks me and my late gf in the teeth. You have no idea how important even the smallest bit of representation is until you have lived through hell yourself.

Thank you YOI. Love is winning!!!


└ Aiba-chan, bite size does matter afterall~

Cr: Aiba Manabu 30.10.2016 (Koichi Ginger)

Regrets - KBTBB (Part 1)

“Excuse me?”

The question slipped out from my lips rather bluntly with an unmistakable hiss of frustration; my own words leaving me breathless - an instant rise of adrenaline fueled panic pumping throughout my body like wildfire uncomfortably as it took everything I had in me to stay standing; to stay look at the man who I legally called my husband.

Eisuke’s unusually dull eyes were focused on me; trained as if so to speak on my figure outlining every inch I had to offer in a wary yet sentimental kind of way I couldn’t begin to describe. I’d only ever once before seen him with eyes and an expression this fragile, this honest, this insanely volatile -  a strange cocktail mix of emotions which he tried to mask and disguise both on the morning of our wedding and unsuccessfully now.

His hands were clenched into fists at his sides; the desk he stood before was all he had to help him keep upright. He used every ounce of control he had left in him not to march across the room, not to reach out for me, not to pull me in close. That was his customary way of showing that he cared - a display of dominance and protection to which he knew I would be weak. It was a good thing though - this abrupt distance between us; seeing as he’d just spilt a secret, a lie; about an affair that he shouldn’t have.

“Mitsuki…”, he mumbled shutting his eyes; his voice hushed and pleaded as his head dropped. My name rolled off his tongue like a curse of wicked black magic and I felt sick at the very sound of something I’d grown fond of hearing.

Shaking my head and brushing some hair from my eyes; a childish attempt at trying to keep myself from crying, I took a half step back - knowing it was best for me to leave the office, the penthouse - our home. It was late; after 10 with the hazy Tokyo glaze of downtown filtering into the room and still somehow in the darkness I could see a fear in his eyes; regret, self disappointment. It was near enough to make me want to run to him; to want to hold him, to want to tell him without qualm reassuringly that everything was going to be okay but honestly, now… in a fucked up mess of ambiguity and uncertainty I wasn’t sure where I stood - where we stood, where our relationship stood or what it even meant because of what he had confessed.

A shallow breath hitched to knot in my throat and chest. Another half step taken back and Eisuke reached a hand out; licking his lips once over as his gaze fixated back onto me.

“…Mitsuki.. please..”

I shut my eyes to buy myself time; just enough to get my emotions somewhat in order - I had to keep a poker face, a cold heart, a voice vile with hate. Jaw tight, teeth clenched and eyes swelling with tears that shouldn’t have been there I uttered the first word that came to mind.


Eisuke’s stance stiffened; his eyes widening as a whimper, so soft it was barely audible escaped him; piercing me right through the heart. “Please… I… It was a mistake. I wasn’t thinking. I swear…”

“A MISTAKE?”, I spat out, an anger within me rising; my blood boiling, cheeks red, each breath hot, a light coat of sweat across my forearms and neck, “YOU WEREN’T THINKING?”, I continued surprising myself at the confident I suddenly had; “YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS ICHINOMIYA!”

The volume of my voice continuously, continuously rising. I was ready to snap, I was ready to let loose. I was ready to give up control. That’s when it happened; that’s when he paced forward, that’s when he took my hand and brought it too his chest and it took everything in me to ignore the plea in his voice of fear and concern.

“Mitsu, I can explain..”

Shaking my head again; shaking my wrist from his grip; dropping my head, biting down on my bottom lip and wanting to burst into tears I decided I couldn’t give up - couldn’t give in.

“Just stop it!”

I didn’t want to hear him say my name anymore. Not like he use to when we were in love. Not now that all I could play back and hear in my mind was the tenderness in his voice, the passion in his voice, the lust in his voice which was reserved for her name - not mine – for Jessica.

“I need to go”, I choked out in a whisper; turning on my heels and opening the office door I’d rested my back against. That she had rested her back against. Naked. Unashamed. Betrayed. Playing with my wrist watch and taking in a deep, steady breath this time it was Eisuke’s turn to shake his head; to buy himself some time - to try come up with a quick fix and mend things like he thought he could always do.

“No.”, he barked as an order, “You can’t leave. You can’t… you can’t leave.”

Within seconds rage had taken over him entirely; I could hear the sound of photo frames smashing against book shelves and vases tossed into walls across the room; the contents of his desk swiped irritably across the floor. Turning to look over one shoulder, I held my breath, watching his actions and waiting for some kind of response.

“DON’T YOU DARE LEAVE ME”, he snarled with anger, his fist slamming down against the desk top which caused the whole room to shake, “You’re not allowed to leave me.”

Pursing my lips together and sighing quietly, I wiped some tears which had escaped from the corners of my eyes quickly and straightened my posture as the room fell into complete silence.

“I’m not..”, I stammered, swallowing any fear which wanted to overcome me, “…you’ve left me Eisuke, and this… this isn’t the first time.”

Holding myself together as I walked out to the elevator and took it down to the ground floor, my heart began to sink; knees started to become weak, face hot and flushed. The moment I reached the lobby and darted through the entrance onto the streets outside, I had to stop and force myself to take a breath - the truth, the betrayal, his honesty haunting my consciousness. Resting up against a pillar and trying to get a grip of myself, I let a sob escape me before I waved my hand out with a snap of my fingers to catch a cab - I had to leave, I had to go, I had to be anywhere but here.

Climbing into the back of a cab that pulled over, I gave the driver the first address I could think of so that we could be on the go. Pulling my phone from my jacket pocket, I wasn’t at all surprised to see a multitude of missed calls from Eisuke already as I ignored them and dialled the one person I knew right now could make things better - could make me forget about all this.

“…mhmm.. hello?”

His voice sounded dishevelled and unkempt.

“Soryu…”, I whimpered into the phone and in the drivers rear-view mirror could see familiar cars and security flooding the streets. “I’m sorry if I woke you, I just… I.. Eisuke and I…”

I couldn’t hide the tears as I began to cry; sobbing uncontrollably.

“Mitsuki? Geez what’s happened? Where are you? Are you okay?”

I could hear a bout of shuffling around as it came to my attention that he was organizing himself to come to me. His voice had lost the trace of drowsiness it originally had; now it was pure filled with confusion. He wasn’t quiet for long enough to get an answer before a new round of questions were shot straight at me.

“Are you still at Eisuke’s? Why are you crying sweetie? Do I have to kill someone?”

Chuckling in between sobs I rested my head against the inside of the cab window and sighed.

“I just left…”, I explained wiping away more tears, “I’m headed for Genkishu.”

“The sushi restaurant?”

“It’s the only place that I can think of which he won’t look at for me Soryu.”

“Alright.. stay there once you get there and don’t move. I’m coming to get you.”

Ending the call and turning my phone off; I opened up the back cover and pulled the sim-card and battery out, winding the cab window down and tossing them both out onto the road we were on. A deep exhale leaving me as the cool wind of outside brushed across my face. Twirling the ends of my hair nervously, I wondered how long it would take - for him to find me, for him to play the guilt trip; if he had even raced outside into the street behind me. I wanted to look back but at the same time I didn’t.

Right now- after that confession, I didn’t want to know if he did or didn’t care.

Slumping into the backseat, I rested my head against the window again and waited quietly as the waterworks as if timed perfectly, kicked in.

“Are you okay Ms?”, the driver asked in what seemed like an attempt to determine my sanity as well as offer concern.

“Yes..”, I forced with a smile plastered across my face. My eyes dropped to my hands in my lap and further down to the floor and my feet, “My husband’s been having an affair with his ex-girlfriend.”

The words came out easier than I thought they would and the driver, bless him, began to try and reassure me that everything was going to be okay. “A man would have to be stupid to mess things up with a girl like you.”

Yet between all his reassurance and compliments, between his attempt to raise my confidence and spirit; all I could do was replay over and over in my mind the conversation exchanged between myself and Eisuke.

“You brought her into our home?”, I asked quietly after noticing more lipstick on his neck.

“Yes.” His voice didn’t waver.

“You let her get comfortable in our room”, I continued - a flurry of insecurities fluttering like butterflies.


“I… you… mhmm..”, I paused, trying to think of the perfect wording for possibly more than just a one word response from him, “You… you slept with her?”

He kept quiet. He stayed hushed. He reserved the control he had on himself not to fight back, not to raise his voice, not to yell, not to pick at me for my insecurities of our relationship or not to have a go at me for inquiring and questioning his faithfulness.


“At any point… any… did you think of me?”

Another choke got caught up in my throat. His eyes darkened as he forced out an answer; a defeated confession that I wasn’t, at all….. ready for.










For the Love of My Life- Pt 2 (End)

Characters: reader x Bucky?, reader x Steve?, reader x Tony(but not really),     Wanda, Natasha, Sam (mentioned)

Summary: Modern AU. Reader is a young actress in her first big role when a man from her past offers a chance to fix her biggest regrets.

Song Inspiration: Cleopatra by The Lumineers

Warnings: sex mentions, fluff, heartbreak?, bit of angst.

Word Count: 4.6k (yeah, the splitting this to make it shorter thing didn’t work out so well. :D )

A/N: This story gripped me tight and wouldn’t let go from the instant I thought of the opening scene. It took on a life of its own and I’m kinda in love with how it’s turned out? I really hope you like it. Apologies that it took longer to post this part! Work and illness made it really difficult, but here it is! Please let me know what you think!! :)

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Steve paused before speaking, unsure how to proceed. “Y/N…is there any way…could I see you again before I leave?” he blurted the last part before he lost his nerve.

You smiled, “I’d like that.”

He sighed in relief, “Okay. I’ll be in touch. Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Steve,” you echoed as he pulled you into a lingering hug. He smelled amazing, like Old spice aftershave with an undertone of fresh linen. He watched you climb the stairs and step inside before walking away, your heart rate beginning to slow at last.  


You woke up the next morning alone, stretching spread-eagle across the full surface of the bed with a smile on your face. Last night was unexpected and while you still didn’t know what it all meant, you tried not to overthink things. Stepping out of the shower, you saw a few text notifications on your phone.

Bucky’s read:

Hey babe. Up for Ultimate Frisbee in the park and a few burgers?

then clicking over to Steve’s message:

Good morning, Y/N. Are you free this afternoon?

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On good Christian friendships between men and women

This is to all those teens, or young adults, or siblings, or parents who may be reading this: It is important for young men and women to be friends with one another, without you or anyone hinting that there’s some kind of underlying romance.

A quick anecdote: I spent Christmas away from my family – the first time I’ve ever done so. As such, many of my local friends took pity on me, and generously invited me to their family gatherings. One of such friends was a guy I know from church choir; and I took him up on his offer because he’s a good friend, I needed something to do for Christmas, and I was excited to meet his family.

When I told this to my parents – my dad, especially – everyone insinuated that there was something between me and my guy friend A.J. There is not. In fact, A.J. and I have had discussions to this effect – we appreciate each other’s friendship, but we’re not looking for anything else. It was only after I told my dad that A.J. was dating someone (another friend from choir) that he finally relaxed.


Men and women should be allowed to be friends without anyone insinuating that there’s something more to it. Constant pressure for you to look at all your guy or gal friends as potential dates is unhealthy. It might force you to see something that isn’t there.

This isn’t to say that you couldn’t have a guy/girl friend that you DO have a crush on. I’ve hung out with plenty of guys in the hopes that we were on the road to something more than friendship. Probably not the healthiest thing in the world, but I digress.

Even still, just because your friend/brother/sister/son/daughter spends a lot of time with a person of the opposite sex, please don’t insinuate that it means that they’re interested in each other. It’s entirely possible that they are, in which case, your comments will only make them more self-conscious. And if they’re not, it only makes it more awkward when they have to explain to you that they’re only friends.

If you think that your loved one’s friendship with anyone is unhealthy, by all means, step in. But, if you trust that person to choose their friends wisely, to have healthy platonic relationships, then why badger them about romance, when that’s not the intent?

In a world so full of lust and “friends with benefits,” if you or anyone you love has a very healthy, platonic, Christian friendship with a person of the opposite sex… why question that?

(Note: this is also applicable to LGBT+ people; just change the exact wording to fit the general message. WE ALL NEED HEALTHY CHRISTIAN FRIENDSHIPS!)

A Secret pt.1-Jack Maynard

     “Y/N, I swear if  you don’t turn your music down, I’m kicking you out of my house!” I heard, my brother, Joe yell from downstairs. 

     “Whatever!” I yelled back. I turned my stereo down to a reasonable level that normal humans would listen to it at and then sat down on my bed. Technically it’s my brother’s guest bed, but I’ve claimed it for now. This year at uni really took a toll on me, so I’m taking a break year. That means I get kicked out of my dorm. Luckily, Joe was nice enough to offer a place to stay while I get me crap together. My sister, Zoe, offered me a place, too, but she has a boyfriend and a dog. I’d get practically no alone time. Although it’s not like I get much here either. Joe always has his friends around. They’re nice. I’ve met them a few times. Caspar’s really sweet, Oli’s loud and extremely nice, Josh is a lot like Caspar, except quieter, I can hear Mikey from my literal room, Conor and is super cheerful and stuff. Then there’s Jack, Conor’s brother. He doesn’t speak much, at least not when I’m around. He seem’s nice though.

     As much as I don’t want to, with all of Joe’s friends here, I’m hungry and need food. I get up and turn my music off completely. I run my hands through my hair, before walking down the stairs. 

      When I walk into the living room, I’m met with my brother, Conor, Mikey, Josh, and Jack fighting over a game of FIFA. I loved playing FIFA. I was always able to kick Joe’s ass at it, but I don’t want to embarrass him in front of his friends. Maybe one day I should. I smiled at the thought as I walked pass them into the kitchen. It was all open, so they could still see me.

     “Y/N, make me some food,” Joe said, eyes still attached to the TV. 

     “Do I look like a maid to you?” I asked with my eyebrows raised.

     “No, but you do look like a person who could at least bring us a bowl of crisps, and remember, I’m letting you live here for for free,” he said making me roll my eyes.

     “Big deal,” I said, “If you kick me out, I’ll go live with Zoe or mom or dad or someone.” I still reluctantly got there bowl of crisps. I it in the table in front of them. I stood there  for about a second longer then normal waiting for a thank you. I sighed and turned to leave.

     “Thanks, Y/N.” I turned around to see Jack smiling at me. 

    “You’re welcome. I’m glad to see that someone around here appreciates what I do,” I laughed at my own comment, “I sound like a mum.”

     “You do, a little,” Jack said, still in a small voice.

      I smiled at him. I then turned around, and went back to the kitchen to finish preparing my own snacks. I got a few things together, after I mentally decided tonight would be the night I binge watch Sherlock for the tenth time. I got a bowl of crisps together, two cans of coke, and the other half of my pizza from last night. The total being: there is no way I’m caring all of this in one trip. It’s probably not impossible, but I’m just  thinking ahead. I’d rather take two trips than spend forever cleaning up something I split.

      So I took the pizza in one hand and the crisps in the other. I started to make my way out of the kitchen when I felt a presence almost run into me. “Whoa!” It was Jack. “I’m so sorry,” he said as he helped me pick up the spilt crisps on the floor, which is kind of funny considering that was the one thing I was trying to avoid. 

    “No, it’s fine. I’ll just get more,” I said. I put the bowl on to the counter and got the bag of crisps back out.

     “Are you going to be able to carry all this?” he asked, looking at the stuff I had out.

     “Yeah,” I answered as I poured more crisps into the bowl that I’m pretty sure has a dent now. “I was just going to take two trips.”

     He had a look on his face that made me think he was thinking about something.“Here,” Jack said picking up the pizza, “Let me help.”

     Now I wasn’t one to pass someone up on getting me closer to a Sherlock marathon, so I said, “Okay.” I picked up the bowl and and two cokes and watched as Jack followed me up the stairs. Once we made to my “room” he opened the door since he was  the one with a free hand. We made our way in. I sat my cokes on my bed along with crisps and motioned for him to set the pizza there, as well.

      “Thanks,” I said smiling at him. 

     “You’re welcome,” he answered. He stood there a minute, just looking at his feet. “What are you watching?” he asked after seeing me set up Netflix. The look on his face was kind of cute. I always thought Jack was the hottest of the group. It also helps that he’s the most close to my age. I’m 21 and he’s 22. 

     “Sherlock,” I answered. He just nodded. “Have you ever seen it?” I asked him. He shook his head. “Wanna watch it with me, if you’re not to busy with FIFA of course?”

     “Sure,” he answered with words this time. This made me very happy since I kind of like him. I’ve never been very good with emotion/relationship/liking/fluff stuff, but I’ve always wanted it for myself.

      I got up on the bed and patted the place next to me. I dormed with a few guys, so this wasn’t anything new for me. Jack, however, looked a bit hesitant. “I’m not going to bit,” l said giggling softly.

     Jack laughed, too, but said, “Joe might,”

     I stopped laughing and looked at him dead serious. “My brother is not going to hurt you just because I invited you to watch Sherlock with me,” I said rolling my eyes.

     “That’s not how he put it,” Jack mumbled.

     “And just how did he put it?” 

     “He told all of us when you moved in here to not get involved with you,” he said quietly. Of course, my brother would do something like that.

     “Too bad,” I frowned.     

     “What do you mean ‘too bad,’” he asked.

     I took a deep breath and look at him to face in front of each other. “I like you,” I said and smiled when he started smiling.

    “Do you know, the only reason I asked t help you was just so I could be near you?” he asked me. I shook my head at him. “Or that it’s maybe possible that I like you, too?” I could feel his breath ghost over my lips.

     I bit my lip to try and contain my smile. As he was talking, we somehow had gotten closer to each other. It reminded me of the movies. The girl leans in and it surprises the boy, but he leans into, and then their lips touch. That’s sort of what I felt like happened here. His lips were soft, but still rough enough that you could tell they were boy lips. He put he hands to my waist, and I ran mine through his hair, tugging slightly, earning a small moan from. I smiled into the kiss which he ended up doing, too, causing us to stop. Our heads were forehead to forehead as we still smiled at each other, trying to regain our breath.

     “Jack!” we heard Conor yell from downstairs making both of us jump.

    “I’ve got to go,” he said, “but,” he went over to a piece of paper and pen that I had out, “here’s my number.” He gave me a quick kiss on the forehead and dashed out of my room and down the stairs.I could faintly hear him say, “I was helping Y/N with her food.”

     I heard the door close a few seconds later, and I smiled to myself as I sat on my bed. I knew I couldn’t tell Joe about this, but this is going to be fun.

anonymous asked:

Can I have jumin fiction where MC is covering for jaehee and he fells for her ?!


“Ah, you must be the cover for Jaehee, nice to meet you in person” he said incredibly formal, offering me his hand.

I gently took it and kept a straight face. Jaehee had told me how stern and cold this guy could be, so I had to be the upmost professional I could be.

“Pleasure to meet you too sir, I do believe you have my work number and e-mail address?” I asked, removing my hand from his.

“I do, all in my system, you start immediately yes?” he returned my question with his own.

“Of course, hence why I’m here sir” I explained, readying myself for the onslaught Jaehee had warned me about.

My best friend, Jaehee Kang, was Jumin Han’s assistant, but due to unforeseen circumstances, Jaehee had to leave for a week. Problem was, Jumin needed an assistant and couldn’t just give Jaehee a week off. Hence why I’m here. I’ve done intense assistant work before and I was asked in as a favour, well, a paid favour but still. I was sure I could cope a week with Jumin Han, even with the warnings I was given. It was just a week, what could happen?

Day 1.

He immediately put me to work, arranging meetings, making sure he was on time for everything with run downs of each one, not forgetting to give him the paperwork he needed. I believe I coped well, but there was no praise from Mr Han. I was new to this building and this man, surely he would give a little bit of praise? Nope. This was clearly a place where you just got on with your job, and if you were doing something wrong you were told, but nothing else.

I was so used to people praising my work, making sure I was on the right track, here, I felt like I was fumbling my way in a dark tunnel. If I kept walking I was doing fine, but I didn’t know where I was going. It was none stop too, if Mr Han was in a meeting, I was doing something else if not in there with him. Throughout the whole day I got a 15 minute break to have something to eat. How did Jaehee cope with this? This was incredibly unfair treatment. However, I couldn’t make Jaehee look bad in her recommendation of me, so I knuckled down and just got on with it. Six days to go.

Day 2.

I was working a lot closer with Mr Han the next day. Helping him write up some reports and future plans. To be honest, working with him like this made me realise how much of a hard worker he was. I only got a 15 minute break the day before, and yet, I didn’t see him take any. I only ever saw him grinding away at his computer or phone or even talking with his colleagues, I had my suspicions that he had eaten while on the move.

While we sat in his office, writing up a report, I noticed that his desk lacked photos. My previous bosses had photos of their families, friends, pets, this guy? Nothing. Except one photo of a beautiful, snow white cat. Was this guy single? There was no wedding ring. A big CEO like him not married at this age? I couldn’t contain the surprise on my face.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, catching me staring at the picture of the cat.

“Ah, no I was just admiring the cat, they yours?” I asked, nonchalantly, shaking the surprise from my mind.

“Yes, her name is Elizabeth the 3rd” he said quite proudly.

“She’s beautiful” I said truthfully. She was. Her fur looked well-groomed and she looked truly happy in the photo.

“Thank you” he said. And, was that a smile? That was the first smile I saw since meeting him. Strange man, but a man I kinda wanted to get to know more.

Day 3.

Today’s tasks consisted mainly of just me in my little office organising meetings more than working with Mr Han, which saddened me ever so slightly. I know the day before was a little bit stressful, desperate to get reports done and such, but seeing that stoic man smile so casually about a cat…I wanted to make him do that again.

When the clock turned 1pm I decided I would allow myself a break now, and since I was more on my own that day I knew I could give myself a little longer to eat. Bringing my sandwich out, I realised I hadn’t brought a drink. Damn it. I brought my purse out, grabbing some money then heading to the vending machines down the corridor.

Just as I left my office I bumped straight into Mr Han.

“Sorry sir, is there something you need me to do?” I apologised.

“…were you on your lunch?” he asked. Strange question.

“I was, yes, just started now, I was just going to grab a drink” I said “but if there’s something that needs to be done my lunch can wait”

“No, not particularly, I was hoping to catch you on your lunch” he said. He was acting rather strange, stranger than usual, nervous? No. Jumin Han never got nervous, he lived and breathed confidence, that’s what Jaehee had told me. But, why was he shifting on his feet like that?

“You were?” I asked.

“You said Elizabeth the 3rd was beautiful, I thought you might like to see some more photos of her” he said eventually. Ha, he wanted to show me more photos of his cat? I didn’t mind.

“Sure, why don’t you join me for lunch? Then you can show me the photos at more ease” I suggested.

Jaehee had said this guy was stoic, not approachable and overall, extremely professional. At this point, I disagreed with her, Jumin Han the CEO was yes, but Jumin Han the person? He just loved his cat.

Day 6.

The week had just flown by, I only had one day left with Jumin and I knew I was going to miss these stress filled days. Today had been no different, we worked hard, we had lunch together, he shared more photos and stories of Elizabeth the 3rd, he even laughed slightly at some of the things I said. I felt like he was opening up. I enjoyed his company, during work and during our lunch breaks.

At the end of the day, the clock read almost 11pm which had been the usual finishing time for me during this week, I grabbed my things, sending off one last email to Jumin before heading out. That’s when my phone rang.

“Mr Han?” I answered.

“Are you able to come up to my penthouse?” he asked.

His penthouse? I’d heard from Jaehee that sometimes he did ask her to go up there, but since I was only temporary I didn’t think that could apply to me.

“Erm, yes I can, I’ve only just left the building” I explained, turning back.

“Perfect, thank you” he said, hanging up.

It didn’t take me long to get up there, and naturally, I was impressed at the grandeur of it all. As soon as Jumin opened the door I was greeted by him and the infamous Elizabeth the 3rd in his arms.

“Thank you, it’s to do with the email you sent just now” he explained, ushering me in, closing the door behind me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as the cat dropped from his arms.

“You’re missing part of the attachment, take a look” he said, showing me his laptop.

Seriously, does this guy ever stop working? Just relax? Clearly not. When I saw the screen, though, I did panic a little.

“What the hell? It’s all gone encrypted!” I said, covering my mouth immediately “Sorry, I didn’t mean to say that”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure we can fix this before the morning” he said, showing me that rare smile of his.

Day 7.

What was time? What was sleep? What was anything? We had been up almost the entire night trying to fix the email. I had even gone down to my office to resend it, but something had hacked into my computer so it wasn’t retrievable. We had to start from scratch, which took forever. But, finally, at 9am, just before Jumin’s meeting for this report, we had fixed it.

He didn’t look tired at all, how he managed to do that I would never know. Being the gentleman he was though, he did say to me I could take a nap on his sofa and shower if I wished before coming back down for my final day. I accepted. I needed it.

When the day finally came to an end and Jaehee came to meet me in our office, I did feel a tad relieved, and yet also a little sad. I wasn’t going to see Jumin again, it was all up to Jaehee now. Of course it was, I was just a stand in. Nothing special. I quickly gathered my things after giving Jaehee the run down and left the building.

Almost as soon as I sat down on my sofa at home, my phone beeped at me. A text…from Jumin? What the heck? I sat up and opened the message.

“Thank you for being my assistant, I deeply appreciate it, you were a hard worker” it said and I smiled, replying quickly.

“No, thank you for being a good boss, say hi to Elizabeth for me, I hope we can work together again in the future” I typed, not expecting a reply. And yet, I got one anyway.

“I don’t think so” I got back, making my heart sink. What did he mean? Was all that just an act? But my phone beeped again before I could spiral.

“I’d much prefer to see you again in a non-professional way, would you like dinner soon?”

I quickly replied, allowed the grin spread on my face like I was a teenager again.

“I’d like that very much, Mr Han”

“Please, call me Jumin”

My first ASL experience. (sorry it's lengthy)

So this week I went on a date with a guy who knows ASL. He’s hearing but learned ASL as a kid. It dawned on me that this was the first time I’d ever seen sign language used in person and not via the internet.

I thought it was cool, being hard of hearing and all, but didn’t think much of it.

That was until it started getting super loud in the restaurant when more people came. I even took out my HAs in a desperate attempt to hear less background noise and try to listen to him better. He knew I’ve been learning ASL so he started throwing in some signing as he spoke…

And even though I don’t know a ton of sign, seeing him use the little that I do know gave me SO MUCH RELIEF. I never honestly realized how helpful it could be for me, because it was never offered as an option. But I felt so much less stress when he started signing.

This is why I think ASL and engagement in the Deaf community should be encouraged for HoH children/people. Yes, we can make due with the hearing we have. But we shouldn’t have to. We should be given the chance to fully experience conversation and relationships even if it means we communicate by means other than speaking like “normal” people.



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caitie-lu said: Mycroft falling for Sherlock’s new female flatmate?

“This is third time you’ve visited me this week, Mycroft,” Sherlock noted as his brother strode through the door. “Or should I say us?” He gestured at you who was too engrossed in your book to notice. Sherlock got quite lonely when John left so he had invited you to live with him. He could actually stand you and Sherlock didn’t get along with most people. You had aided him on cases from time to time. He discovered that you had been having property problems so he offered you a flat share at 221B. You took the offer graciously. Mycroft had suddenly become interested in visiting the flat. More than usual. He used to come and pester his little brother when he wanted him on a case but now it was more frequent. He was even asking him to do the pettiest of cases which received many eye rolls from Sherlock. However, Sherlock knew the real reason of his visits. That reason was you. Mycroft didn’t realise he was falling for you though. When Sherlock brought up the subject, Mycroft quickly denied it as he told himself that caring was a disadvantage and he couldn’t love. He was the ‘ice man’ after all.

“Oh!” You said quickly as you looked up from your book. “Mycroft! Sorry I didn’t realise that you had arrived.”

“Yes, Y/N,” He replied and smiled. “I am here.” It was a genuine smile and not one of those sarcastic smiles he often pulled. He sat down in John’s old armchair which was opposite his brother. You were sat on the sofa.

“Sherlock,” He turned the attention to his brother. “There has been a murder in Paddington and-”

“The man was found with a slit throat and was left with a letter which had the letter 'A’ on it. I glanced at the records.”

“And you have solved it?”

“Oh yes! It was quite simple really. The man…” Sherlock droned on with his deductions but Mycroft’s gaze was elsewhere. He was staring at you. You didn’t notice that he was looking at you because you retuned to reading your novel. He loved the way your eyebrows furrowed when a certain point in your book got intense. He loved the way your eyes glistened in the light. He loved the way your hair looked as its colour complimented your skin tone so well. He loved the way the corners of your mouth perked up when you got to an amusing part in your book. He loved… He loved? Mycroft but his head in his hands. Sherlock was still deducing away so he didn’t notice his brother’s distress. Mycroft couldn’t care, couldn’t he? For once in his life Mycroft Holmes was clueless. He loved you but what could the poor man do?

NCT | Feeling better?

Genre: smut (don’t read if you’re not comfortable)

Pairing: reader x Yuta

Word count: 3,395 (oh my)

AN: hey! I haven’t posted for like a week now omg. I’ve been quite busy and also this took me a while bc it’s my first ever smut so I was super nervous about it. Let me know what y’all think also thanks for 400 followers!

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