one day i will be able to let this show go and focus on life beyond it

late night studies.

1,912 words | fluff 
roommates au + lee jooheon

author’s note: this idea came to me when i was thinking of an old drabble i wrote for haikyuu!! heh, i hope this was ok!

Originally posted by mybabyoppa


There’s only one rule to life: Never piss Yoo Kihyun off.

Let’s repeat that once more. Never piss Yoo Kihyun, the pink-haired bastard -ahem- hamster off. Especially if you want to get one measly thing like the desired roommate.

Rule #2: Always make sure there’s water in the ramen before you ever shove into the microwave.

Because somehow, unbeknownst to you, Jooheon managed to do both things though the former still remains to be the biggest mystery. You try not to ask why, not that it bothers you as much as you figured it would’ve in the first place. It’s been working out, living with him though he has his moments where you’re not sure what to say or even do. Not out of genuine, heart-clenching fear, but the kind of heart-clenching fear that leaves you in not only wonder but restlessness.

Lee Jooheon’s quite attractive, you’ll admit. He looks pretty terrifying when he has a set jaw and an unreadable expression washed over his features, but the majority of the time you’ve seen him donning a shower cap (he made you promise to say nothing of it), a smile curved on his lips, and dammit, his proximity a lot closer than you ever anticipate. You actually kind of miss the time when he avoided you for a day and a half straight after catching him with a loofah and a very familiar tune to “What Makes You Beautiful” playing in the background though (again) you’re sworn to secrecy that this event never makes it out of the apartment ever. Regardless, it’s all too undeniable that you enjoy your time with your newfound roommate, even find yourself awaiting a new day, wondering what sight you’ll see then.

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anonymous asked:

What about Damien comforting Lucien after a panic attack?

this is an old req thats been sitting in here for the right mood. sorry for the wait, bud.

[warnings for all your panic attacks, anxiety, and all that good good]

He didn’t want to let the tears fall for fear of the situation becoming real once they did. As long as they stay back, as long as he keeps himself together, he’s still fine. But Lucien knows himself better than anyone, and in the back of his mind, he knows from the first sign of tightness in his throat that he’s already in it.

Lucien’s leg jumps up and down to anchor himself back in the room, and he looks for something to do with his hands. God, as stupid as they are, he can’t help but feel slightly guilty for making fun of Ernest’s fucking fidget spinners now–all he has is his own rubber bracelets to twist and turn around his wrists for lack of anything else to do.

A knock on his door makes him jump, and the pent up energy running rampant in his body is quickly converted into anger to be unleashed. “What, dad?!” he shouts before Damien can even get a word in. There’s no way he knows how Lucien’s doing right now–why the hell is he bothering him? “If I wanted to talk to an old person about my fucking feelings I’d go back to therapy!”

“I…” his father’s voice is quiet on the other side of the door. “There’s no more room in the laundry room to hang up clothes, I’ll leave yours on the handle…?”

Fuck.

Lucien immediately feels guilty; he’s an asshole.

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Amelia (Part 1 of 3)

MASTERLIST | Part 2

Pairing: Lin-Manuel x Reader

Summary: You technically met Amy first.

Note: Untitled Garbage Mystery Fic is no longer Untitled or a Mystery!

Okay, so this was initially gonna be a small thing and then it kinda got away from me so it’s a slightly less small thing? I basically needed to write something that wasn’t academic for once in my life and then this happened (with a great deal of help from @fragmentofmymind who is the greatest and listens to me every time I hit a metaphorical writing speed bump)

It’s far from the best thing I’ve ever written but I’ve had fun in this universe so far (and hope you do too). Thanks for being patient with me, my dudes. I LOVE YOU LOTS.

Word Count: 11,336 (shout out to slow burn lmao)


There’s a quiet power in wielding a camera, a strength in the ability to either capture the world in its purest truth or manipulate it into something brand new. You had learned this at a young age, stealing your grandmother’s Polaroid camera and discovering how different the image you could create would look in different types of light and more or less motion, even if you didn’t fully understand why it worked the way that it did.

It became a part of you, filling your heart with a curiosity for telling stories through images. The photo you caught of your mother as she laughed quietly to herself in the kitchen, a snapshot of your best friend right at the moment she caught you taking it, a poorly framed photo you accidentally took of yourself while trying to change the roll of film.

It was all magical to you, and it never really stopped feeling like you’d tricked the universe into allowing such beauty to exist every time you snapped a one-of-a-kind photograph.

A camera is built out of complicated technology. The mechanics of focus and aperture, f-stops and shutter speed were more than science and math to you–they were your doorway into a new world, the look of which you got to decide.

Your hands felt most comfortable when stabilizing a camera, your eye most at home behind a viewfinder, your fingers their most graceful as you pulled focus to a new subject–

“Are you even listening to me?”

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One thing I think a lot about in astrology is regarding when planets are at fall or detriment, and how it seems a lot of people think they’re either doomed in whatever aspect that planet rules over, or that said planet is less dominant in their chart or less important.

That’s absolutely not true, in the least.

Planets that are at fall or detriment may even be our dominant planet. My Virgo Venus is one of my most dominant ones by far, for example.

What a planet being at detriment or fall means, is that said planet will express itself in ways that, for one, may put other people off, since we may understand whatever aspects of life said planet rules in a totally different way from how most other people do, even in an opposite way, and thus we’ll also express said planet in such ways.

I always find that my Virgo Venus puts other people off and bothers other people much more than it ever does me, because what I find pleasure and rest in is what tires and overwhelms other people (Working in the things I love with structure), what I find romance in to others seems un-romantic (Devoted service as love), how I approach art is the opposite of how others do so (A meticulous effort of skill, intellect and technique).

Planets at fall or in detriment can be confusing at times or hard to deal with, but they’re not a curse on its own, they’re not “bad” placements, and they don’t make your planets “weak” in your chart.

If anything, people with planets at fall/in detriment are so important to society; someone with a planet at fall/in detriment in their chart will be able to balance out those around them, or ground them.


A Libra Sun will be the one in the group making us put our differences aside to find what’s common among us and concentrate in the other rather than in ourselves the most. An Aquarius Sun will make us put focus in the commonalities and our identity as a group, on solidarity among us, and our collective needs and wants.

A Scorpio Moon will be the one making of their traumas their badge of war, of their demons their fuel, and will be the one unafraid to confront those. A Capricorn Moon will be the one reminding us to put practicality and sense into our hearts, to not let ourselves get so carried away by our tides.

A Pisces Mercury will make us look beyond cold fact and sense, and take us by the hand toward a world of fantasy in thought, of the wonders of our subconscious. A Sagittarius Mercury will take the group’s minds down from Plato’s world of ideas into the world of real experiences on the flesh, to discover with our gut and our bodies, to actually LIVE our thoughts and words, to explore tangibly rather than just play with the possibility.

A Virgo Venus will teach you that love is every day work, they’ll teach you to give substance to those beautiful but momentary expressions of love by putting love also in the nasty of the day-to-day, the details that build up the future – love is also rolling up your sleeves and getting dirt under your nails, with a smile on your face. A Scorpio Venus will put depth to romance beyond just what feels good in the moment, they’ll bring in soul-born commitment and passion without the need of touch, they’ll show you deep craving for another human and bonds that go beyond the grave. An Aries Venus will teach us that sometimes, in love, our gut is more spot on than nice promises, that sometimes we have to put ourselves first and that there are some things that cannot, and should not be compromised even when there’s love.

A Libra Mars will help us put the other before our wrath, fight for beauty rather than for just ambition or ego, to turn internal animal wilderness into wild acts of love and beauty, they will fight for others before they’ll fight for themselves. A Taurus Mars manages to find the balance between unmovable force and Venusian grace, it brings almost unbreakable patience, without losing the incredible will that a strong Mars brings. A Cancer Mars will teach you to fight not with pride, but with your most tender heart on your sleeve, to let your fragility be your sword; she is the warrior who fights as the mother she herself needed but never had, who fiercely protects her home and refuge.

A Capricorn Jupiter is the one to remind us that luck isn’t something that just falls out of the sky into our hands, we too have to put our own effort into it, they bring to the table the fact that even if it was so, we can’t always rely on mere luck to achieve our goals and our happiness. A Gemini Jupiter will not just jump into luck, but will instead remind us to think of the little things that play out, they want us to understand rather than jump head down and wish for things to come out alright.

An Aries Saturn will never let us forget that the established order and law can be chaos on itself, that we are more than our limitations and our pure defiance can make us overcome everything. A Cancer Saturn will bring heart to law, mercy to judgment and sentence, will offer reform and nurturing instead of punishment, finding the root problem to chaos as being a lack from the cradle.

A Taurus Uranus knows that at times, things don’t need changing, sometimes they’re just fine as they are, sometimes there’s richness and beauty found in the old ways and the past. A Leo Uranus knows instead that sometimes the wildest changes and grandest innovations don’t happen in a collective manner, but in an individual one, in ourselves, and that that’s so very important too.

An Aquarius Neptune will put logic to our delusions, will remind us of a collective consensus over a personal, biased perception based on nothing but confusion, to detach ourselves and look from up high to clear out the mess, and their dreams of solidarity will be social. A Virgo Neptune puts questioning and need of undeniable truth to our dreams, they seek to clear out our illusions and bring us down to earth, and too, they will practice devotion and sacrifice, but from a tangible stance.

A Libra Pluto will not seek rebirth through violent death and self-destruction, but through harmonious transformation with the other, hand in hand and softly, not burning everything down first, but reforming with kindness and comfort. A Taurus Pluto will not be destroyed by trauma, they’ll instead carry it with themselves and learn to endure with it as one of their many roots, learning how to grow around our scars, like flowers emerging from concrete.

Battling Insecurity

The biggest demon of most musicians is a feeling of insecurity. It’s the creeping (or blatant) suspicion that you are literally the worst musician in the world — or at least nowhere near as good as you “should” be. It can also manifest as the idea that you’re going to: get laughed at by your peers, be a complete failure at everything you ever attempt, be revealed as a fraud, find out everyone is just humoring you, find out that your doubters were right, end up completely destitute and have to live in a cave, or possibly just spontaneously die the next time you have to perform. It turns out that all of these worries are 99.999% of the time completely baseless. No, you are not that 0.001 percent case where these thoughts are accurate. Bassoonist Georg, who has never actually touched a bassoon and likes living in caves, is an outlier adn should not have been counted.

The thing is that everyone feels like this, at least sometimes. I myself have, at the time of writing, complained at two different people a total of four times in the past week that I am going to end up living in a cave in the North Woods because no one will ever want to pay me for anything because I Suck. This is objectively not true. (You bought this book after all.) It may be a cliche, but there is a lot of truth to the thought that we are our own worst critics. There is no one else out there who knows your musical intent. If your trill doesn’t sound the way it did in your head, you are the only person who knows. Everyone else will think approximately this: “Hey, that was a trill. Cool.” If they’re especially persnickety, they might add “That was a little (better/worse) than when (you/someone else) sang a similar trill.” I don’t think there is a person out there who specifically goes to listen to a performance and thinks “This is awful and this performer is awful,” because most people are very nice. You are the only person there who thinks that you suck.

There are ways to battle insecurity, of course. Every performer develops a set of techniques to reaffirm their own self-worth, to calm themselves down, and essentially talk themselves down from the tree their anxiety has them hiding up. However, trial and error can take a long time, and you are going to need your self-esteem shored up a lot in the next year. With that in mind, here are suggestions from performers in college and beyond for how to manage insecurity.
Focus on things you’ve improved in the past year. When you start to worry about how obviously you’re no good and no one will ever want to listen to you etc. etc. etc., take a deep breath, then list three things you’ve improved in your playing in the past year. You have definitely improved at LEAST three, if not eight or nine aspects of your playing. Be as broad or as specific as you wish. This is about you acknowledging that you have grown and gotten better, so you choose the things on which to focus.
Listen to old recordings of yourself. If you absolutely CANNOT think of a SINGLE THING you’ve improved on in the past year (really? Not even your ability to play a single piece?), then go and listen to recordings of yourself from years ago. Find something you performed in when you were a freshman in high school (or, if you’re a freshman, see if you can find stuff from elementary school!). Go and listen to it, as critically as you can. It will probably make you cringe. That’s a good thing. Know why?
It’s because it shows you how much you’ve grown since then. If you fast-forward ten years from now, as long as you have kept playing, I can guarantee that future-you will listen to recordings of current-you with that same kinda cringey feeling. Because, in ten years, you will have improved so much that your current playing will be unrecognizable. And you will be proud.
Remember that the goal is improvement, not perfection. Music is not a race. Music is not a competition. Music is an art for self-fulfillment and self-expression. Perfection is impossible. Being “the best” is also impossible - there are seven billion people on Earth (and six in space (I checked!)). There’s always going to be someone out there who has practiced a little longer, or harder, or started earlier, or whose fingers are just a little closer to the perfect shape for your instrument. Your goal, then, should be to improve your own self - no comparisons to others, nothing like that.
Remember everyone comes from a different background. That person who sits to you in your ensemble, the one you’re envious of? You can’t know everything about their life. Maybe their parents started them on their instrument at age three. Maybe they haven’t gone out on the weekend in a year and a half because they practice then, or because they work to make up for not working during their practice time during the week. They could have a buttload of debt because of outside lessons. There’s no way to know what advantages or tradeoffs they’ve had to get where they are.
Once you’re at a certain point in life, there’s no way to add something to your life without sacrificing something else that you also like. If someone else practices X amount hours more a week then you do, then they spend X amount less doing something valuable to you - work, sleep, other homework, socializing, recharging, etc. They may simply have different priorities than you, and that’s okay.
Shut down the voice that compares people. Comparing yourself to someone else does nothing for you. Really. Unless you’re actively studying someone’s technique for educational purposes, comparing yourself to that 5th year senior, or that incredible freshman, does nothing for you. When you notice yourself doing the comparison thing, just shut it off. Practice rebuffing that voice.
“Sarah plays really well, yes. When I’ve played as long as she as, I’ll be better than I am now, too!”

Or!

“That freshman plays really well - I’m glad they had the opportunities they did.”

If all else fails, just look at these other people as motivation. Aspire to be as good as them, and use that to fuel your own practice. Just don’t let it spiral into beating yourself up. You’re worth more than that.
Directors have a vision. If you don’t match that vision, it’s not a personal failing.This is specifically in regards to auditions or chair seatings. Every musician has a different style and different technical abilities, and that’s okay. Sometimes your skill in a certain area may be amazing, but your tone just doesn’t match the rest of an ensemble. Or your sight-reading is great, but the director prefers someone else’s musical interpretation. That’s okay. There are ensembles where sight-reading is super important, and where your tone matches perfectly. You just have to find them, and you will eventually.
Make sure to take care of yourself. You can’t practice as efficiently if you’re sick. You can’t improve as much when you’re always exhausted. Trust me - due to an immune system that works about as well as a mall cop, I’ve spent on average eight weeks a school year feeling absolutely gross. I had to take an incomplete with my private teacher the first semester of my senior year of college, because I was so ill I could barely phonate (mono is a big ball of suck).
I’ve been better overall, however, since I started scheduling my sleep and food and socialization times. My calendar has nine hours of sleep scheduled in every night, I have phone calls and coffee dates with my best friends penciled in every week, and food is as regular as clockwork. Why? Because it prevents that nauseous, exhausted feeling of sleepwalking through a ten hour day. Hard days still happen, of course. However, I don’t spend nearly as much time cajoling myself to just keep putting one foot in front of the other anymore. Instead, I’m awake, engaged, and able to complain about things other than how tired I am. Progress!
Read up on Impostor Syndrome. Impostor Syndrome is when your brain’s resident jerkwad is constantly suggesting everyone you know is about to find out you’re a fraud. Who cares about any auditions you’ve successfully done. Who cares how good a grade you got last week. The jerkwad yells that you’re faking everything you’ve ever done, and people are going to figure that out, and then you’re going to end up living under a bridge and charging people tolls to cross it, and then they’ll figure out you aren’t even really a troll, and then you’re going to have join me in the cave in the North Woods and eat beetles and moss.
That jerkwad is a liar. Even I haven’t ended up in the North Woods yet, and I’m pretty sure I should list “Can BS Real Well” on my resume under Skills. You are a real musician - after all, you play music! That’s it. That’s all that’s required to call yourself a musician. I promise.

The Girl Made of Starlight (Part 5)

Originally posted by disneybeautyandthebeast

The Girl Made of Starlight (Part 5)

Beast!Adam x Reader

Part 1: here    Part 2: here    Part 3: here    Part 4: here 

Note: Sorry for taking so long to get this out. I’ve been swamped.

Adam walked beside you back to the castle. He glanced over at you every minute or so. God, you were so beautiful. More beautiful than he could have ever imagined. And here, under the silver beams of the moon, your hair and eyes seemed to glow with magic. He could feel it radiating off of you in gentle waves.  

“Do I frighten you?” You asked him. He was surprised at your words. He had expected to be the one to say something of that nature to you, certainly not the other way around.

“I beg your pardon?”

“You keep looking at me as though I’ll disappear…or explode.” You stated, chuckling softly. He shook his head.

“I just never imagined I’d get to properly meet you.” When he didn’t say anything more and the conversation faded once more into silence, you prompted him.

“How much further?”

“Not long now. A few minutes at most.” He told you. “Why?”

“It’s cold out here.” He hadn’t noticed you were shivering until that very moment.

“It’s a matter of the circumstance, I suppose. Here.” He shrugged the large tattered cape from his shoulders, leaving him in a shirt and trousers that had seen better days. His gift was heavy, but warm. He knew he would be fine without it, given the abundance of fur, and you seemed very grateful for it.

“Is the snow a normal thing?”

“Around here, yes.” Adam replied. You exhaled a shivering sigh.

“Wonderful.”

“Do your eyes always glow?” he asked, equally as curious.

“Not always.” You blinked a few times, causing the light you emitted to fade. “It’s only when I’m on edge. Or when I lose focus.”

“Do I frighten you?” a hint of fear laced Adam’s voice and he looked at you with gleaming blue eyes. You both stopped in place.

“People in general frighten me.” You replied. Adam crinkled an eyebrow.

“You consider me a person?”

“When you clambered into the woods and fought off the wolves, honestly, I had feared you might eat me.” You chuckled a little to yourself. “But the moment I met your gaze, I knew there was something more there. And I’m glad too.” You exhaled a tired sigh. “I’ve fought too many monsters.”

“You don’t think I’m…”

“Beastly, yes. A monster? Never.” An amused sort of grin tugged at his lips as you said this, showing off the tip of one of his fangs. “I know a monster when I see one. You’re not even close.”

“Well, you’d be the first then,” he stared into your eyes for a long moment before realizing there was a long path ahead of you. Lingering any longer than necessary was practically begging the wolves to come back. “Well, I suppose we should keep moving. We haven’t all night.”

“Of course.”

***

It took you a few moments to realize that the large castle that came into view was your destination. It was very tall, towering over a maze-like garden, and it was very dark. You could feel the dark energy from a long ways away. But as you got closer, you were able to peel back the layers of the magic. It was what you had felt inside the beast that traveled beside you: dark magic with good intentions.

To put it simply, a curse.

Adam stopped just before he opened the front door.

“Before we go in, there’s something you should know?”

“Yes?” You asked, adjusting his heavy cape, still wrapped around your shoulders.

“The inhabitants of the castle, myself included…we’re not exactly what you would consider…normal.”

“Neither am I.” You smirked. He could have sworn your eyes glowed as you said it, a mysterious glint hidden somewhere in your gaze.

“Yes, but I mean-”

“Not passing for human?”

“Something like that.”

“I’ve been around for quite some time. Believe me. I’ve seen it all.”

He took a breath and nodded, and then the door opened. It was dark, eerily still. Silent. Adam took both of the cloaks, his own and yours, from around your shoulders and hung them on the coatrack and then led you further inside.

“You can come out.” He called to seemingly no one. “She knows.”

“Well in that case,” A candelabra hopped off of a table and came to stand in front of you. He was followed by a very disgruntled clock that was more ornate and intricate than you had ever seen. “Welcome, Mademoiselle!”

In that instant, the castle flushed with life. More of the furniture and other items sprang from their spots, rushing to meet the new inhabitant of their home. The teapot was the next to introduce herself.

“I’m Mrs. Potts, dear.” Her porcelain face wore a kind smile. “And this is-”

“I’m Chip! What’s your name?! Where are you from?! How did you meet the Master?!” the teacup’s childish enthusiasm was sweet and warmed your heart, but it was also tragic in ways you couldn’t ever understand. Whoever had done this…they had cursed a child. Damned a child to a fate you couldn’t imagine he could ever deserve. It boiled your blood, causing you to struggle to maintain your smile as you greeted the rest of them.

You had decided in an instant, as soon as you met Chip and saw the life in his painted eyes, you had sworn to yourself that you would save them. No matter what or how long it took. You were going to save them.

Once the introductions were through, Adam led you up the stairs, through the hallways, and then finally to a door. He opened it.

“If you need anything, don’t hesitate to let me know. This…this is your home now, and I want you to be comfortable.”

“Thank you.” You looked into his blue, blue eyes, and when you did, you could feel how nervous you made him. It wasn’t fear, per say. It was a form of anxiety, insecurity. And yet, he also had a sense of familiarity. As though he knew you, like he had claimed to. You mattered to him. And when you looked up at him, you knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he would protect you. “For everything. It…it means more to me than you could ever know.”

“I think I might have some idea.” A hint of a smirk found his lips, and his heart raced. You were here. You were real, and you were thanking him. And somehow, he knew you meant it. “Good night.”

“See you tomorrow.” You nodded. As you closed the door behind yourself, it finally sank in. He would see you tomorrow. You lived here now. Never in his years as this thing had he ever felt so liberated. It was as if your very presence filled his beastly soul with newfound life.

The wardrobe in the corner of the room was snoring, so you figured you’d introduce yourself in the morning. As you took off your boots, unloaded your bag, and crawled into the monstrous bed, a wave of warmth flowed through you. And though you tried to fight these feelings because you knew they could only end in disaster, you felt for the first time since you had begun running that you had finally, finally found a place to call home.

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Little Sister - Ending 2

Bucky x Reader
WC
2461 (I’m sorry!)
Warnings swear words, blood, puns (just in case), SMUT
AN
 Based on the prompt: A buckyxreader where the reader is nats younger sister and is a complete goofball compared to her. She’s always joking around with everyone and lightening the mood even while on missions. Bucky adores her and one day when they’re on a mission she gets really quiet and won’t answer anyone and when Bucky finds her she’s injured. And then when they get back they admit their feelings and sweet smut ensues 
This fic has two endings - this one which is rougher smut and the first ending which is sweet smut. Enjoy!
My real life bff is Russian and said that malenkaya sestrenka is how you say little sister in a cute way.


You sat at the kitchen island, waiting for the rest of the team to wake up. You couldn’t help but hum a tune as you went about making breakfast for everyone. You turned on the coffee machine and wiggled and danced, something about mornings just made you happy. It was one of the few times where the tower was silent and you could be alone.

“How you are always so damn chipper first thing in the bloody morning is beyond me, malenkaya sestrenka,” mumbled Natasha as she gracefully took her seat.

“Good morning to you, too,” you blew her a kiss.

“Ungh,” she grunted at you, “Coffee.”

You fixed and handed her coffee but before giving it to her, you said, “Bean-ough is bean-ough.”

She held up a perfectly manicured finger, “No. No puns. Too early.”

You finished making the bacon and eggs for everyone and soon enough, the table was filled with chatter and noise. Standing by the sink, sipping on your coffee, you leaned on the counter watching everyone. As usual, Sam and Bucky were arguing about something or other and you giggled to yourself.

Nat caught your eye and shook her head but you couldn’t help it. Handing them a plate of bacon, you quipped, “I’ve gotta ham it to you guys…”

Sam groaned at you but Bucky gave a little chuckle, “I gotta agree with Nat, too early for puns Y/N.”

You felt your face heat up, but you maintained an easy grin, “It’s never too early for puns.”

You began washing up when Wanda came to you offering to help. You held up your hands showing off your chipped nails, “No worries, I’ve got it.” You turned and started washing up.

Later that day, you were wrapping up your cardio and finishing up a run on the treadmill in the gym. You looked a mess - sweat running down your face, hair plastered back to your skull. You looked up and watched you sister sparring with Steve. Not a hair out of place, not a trickle of sweat on her - you rolled your eyes.

Sam joined you on the treadmill next to you and as you smiled at him, you stumbled and almost wiped out.

You slowed the machine down and let out a giggle, “Sammy boy, you almost knocked me off my feet.”

He grinned at you and gave you a wink, “What can I say, some guys got it.”

Hopping off your machine you walked by Nat and watched her and Steve go at it for a bit when Bucky came to stand next to you. He nudged you with his elbow, “She’s almost a match for him.”

You couldn’t help the grin that burst forth, your sister was pretty kick ass, “Yeah, she’s awesome.”

Nat glanced your way and Steve miscalculated and knocked her on her ass.

“Shit!” you ran over to her and glared at Steve who looked worried.

Nat caught her breath, “It’s fine, malenkaya sestrenka, it was my fault anyway. I wasn’t paying attention.”

You stood and helped her up. Turning to Steve, you threatened, “You’re lucky she’s okay, mister, or I’d have bopped you good.”

“Bopped me?” he looked confused

“Yeah,” you walked up to him and poked his nose, “Bop.”

Bucky giggled and Nat shook her head at you, “Always with the jokes.”

You shrugged, walking with her towards the showers, “You love me.”

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Homeless

Summary: You’re seriously injured saving Gabriel from the worst fate an angel could experience, but what will yours turn out to be?  

Pairings: GabrielxReader, Destiel (side pairing)

Tags: angst, soulmates

Word Count: 5729

Author’s Note: This was written for March’s @gabriel-monthly-challenge statement prompt:

From underneath the thin layer of snow, the first bloom of springtime emerged.  He resisted the temptation to crush it beneath his heel.

This piece did not get run through my beta.  Apologies for any  mistakes that slipped through.  

@wayward-mirage - I was that anon awhile back that said I would die if you ever read and liked any of my work but I was too shy to tag you and you encouraged me to just go ahead and do it so… tag!

Also, some folks are tagged because they’ve advertised through their fic recs etc. they’re open to it.  Just let me know if you prefer to be removed from my list.

GMC tags:  @lacqueluster   @archangel-with-a-shotgun  @ashiewesker  @revwinchester  

Gabe tags:  @girl-next-door-writes, @theblackenedsky

Other tags:  @notnaturalanahi, @wildfirewinchester


Having one’s wings detached was supposedly the second worst pain an angel could experience.  It went beyond just a physical sensation to one that tore through their very being.  The worst?  Existing without them.  

Being wingless stripped them of everything that made them divine, leaving them disconnected.  They were no longer part of Heaven but neither did they belong on earth and they would be destined to remain caught between both worlds for eternity.  

Thanks to you, Gabriel was not currently experiencing that fate.  Yours, on the other hand, currently hung in the balance.

From underneath the thin layer of snow, the first bloom of springtime emerged.  He resisted the temptation to crush it beneath his heel.  He was Heaven’s mightiest weapon.  His power was absolute. His strength rivaled by few things in existence.  He could snap entire civilizations out of existence and had, on a few occasions.  He could storm the gates of Hell on his own and make quite the dent in its army before something figured out a way to take him down.  He could hold the entire Eastern seaboard in its own time loop for weeks if he wanted.  

Saving one human?  Suddenly beyond his control.

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rewind | seth rollins

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

A/N: It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?! I haven’t posted any writing since June, and I’m so sorry for that. I was cranking out around two-three things a week, which is my own fault because I burned myself out. Hopefully now I can get back into the swing of things and make up for all that time with this!

Word Count: 5,950 

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Catch a Falling Star

Characters: CastielXReader ft. Sam and Dean Winchester

Word Count: 2497 (Part 3)

A/N: Part 3 of a Soulmate AU mini-series.

Summary: What if angels didn’t end up just anywhere when they are banished by sigils…what if sometimes they end up exactly where they need to be? Turns out you are Castiel’s grounding stone, and it’s more complicated than either of you realizes. Enter Sam and Dean Winchester, their pesky demonic conundrum, and their antic disposition. In the aftermath of meeting you, Castiel is too obstinate for his own good (never fear, loyal readers – the universe is way stubborner).

Catch up if you missed a chapter: Part 1, Part 2

Since his roundabout return to the bunker nearly a week ago, Castiel’s heart and mind relentlessly whirled, tangled at odds in an ever escalating maddeningly discordant fisticuff waltz. The more he tried to forget you, to concentrate his interminable energy on assisting the Winchesters with their demonic snafu, the more he found the allure of your existence an inescapable temptation of thought toward which his heart invariably beat with redoubled determination.

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Ruin The Friendship (part I)

Originally posted by jaywalkerzz

Title: Ruin The Friendship (mini-series)

Word-Count: 4.5k

Pairing: Jay Park/ Reader (kinda)

Summary: Best friends to lovers. Inspired by Ruin The Friendship - Demi Lovato.

Genre: Smutty Fluff

Part 2 Part 3


“Are you home?”It’s been a while since I’ve heard his voice. When I moved to Seoul to further my career as a stylist, I imagined that I’d see my best friend who incidentally lived in Seoul a lot more often. As the head of not one but two independent record labels, Jay is busier than I could’ve ever expected. If he’s not working at the studio, he’s doing a show, if not that he’s shooting for some high fashion magazine. His schedule is so packed that it’s a miracle when I get a phone call every few days, a luxury that I appreciate considering he’d much rather text me. 

I sandwich the phone between my ear, careful to not burn myself on the leftovers from last night that I’m taking out of the oven. “Yeah, I just got in probably twenty minutes ago. What are you up to?” I ask him.

 I could never be over how proud I am of him. I’d grown up with him back in Seattle talking about all of our dreams, and though he never planned to do this he’d always wanted to be big. I used to go to his b-boy tournaments, now he’s this big star with a billion and one projects under his belt.

 “Can I come over?” I pause. “What? Where are you? I thought you were helping one of your artists with promo in Malaysia or something,”

“I was but I’m home now and my house is empty,” he whines. I can imagine him pushing his pink lips out in a pout.

“You mean your bed is empty and you have nothing better to do, so you want to come and raid my fridge,” I correct.

 “Exactly, baby. Are you busy?” 

Like I’d tell him if I were. Its been a good few weeks since I’d laid eyes on him briefly at a club appearance he’d been working. Probably two months have passed since we’d actually spent any time together. I’d be crazy not to jump at the opportunity no matter what I have going on. 

“No, come over. Bring alcohol and chocolate ice cream,” I tell him. I look down at the sad pan of lasagna that seems less appealing. “And bring food too,” I add. 

He laughs lightly, promising to see me in a little bit. I take advantage of the little time I have to straighten up my small one bedroom apartment. I know Jay won’t care, but there’s always been a part of me that aches to have him see me as an adult. It’s a funny thing; being friends with your childhood best friend. They know too much, the can tell when you aren’t 100% honest, and they could revert you back to the child-like headspace with just a look. I’ve always felt the need to have myself look put together particularly around Jay. He’s always known what he’s wanted out of life. And he’s always known the best paths to get there. For me, I’d tried too many things out, failed at so many options. When I moved to Seoul, I promised that I would focus on being the adult little me would want to have been. I’m succeeding I think. I’m happy, content at least. There are things I have that I’m grateful that I’ve been able to achieve. For the most part, I’m living my best life, but there’s always one part of me that’s never completely satisfied. 

I pretend that I’m ok with it a lot. I pretend that I don’t think about him for a good part of my day. And I pretend that I’m not still a little in love with my best friend. Jay and I have always raised questions. No one really knows what to make of our relationship. On the outside looking in, I think it’s a bit more obvious than the two of us give ourselves credit for. There’s always been chemistry, an undeniable connection that has me wishing that there were a bit more going on. After he’d moved back to Seoul the second time, I’d given up my infatuation. He was so busy building his name back up while I was trying to move on with my own life. And it worked for a while, but then he’d become so much more than that shy talented kid I’d grown up with. He developed both mentally and physically into more of a man than I could have hoped for. At some point, while we lived on opposite sides of the world, the flame that had dwindled down to an ember, had been sparked again. He grew up. We both did. And somehow we’d reunited in South Korea. 

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                             CLAIRVOYANCE (Intuitive Sight)

                       MASTERPOST & HELPFUL INFO HERE <–

Clairvoyance is the ability to see things which are hidden to the naked eye and it is used in a variety of ways to obtain insight beyond the ordinary five senses. 

Clairvoyance has been used a lot in pop culture and is usually portrayed in a negative way to represent ultimate evil. This is the one ability that makes for the ‘perfect’ horror and paranormal type film, specifically geared towards scaring the viewer. But, being able to detect spirits, know stuff about the people around us and see events that are likely to occur are so beneficial and so incredibly common that it really only takes a little practice to wake it back up again. With the gift of Clairvoyance, we can achieve a clearer understanding of the process that leads us to new inventions, innovations and inspiration that helps us in our everyday lives. 

Cool stuff, so how is this helpful? Clairvoyance helps us to see the past, present and future. It can aid us in finding things that we’ve lost… heck, it can help find missing people! It helps in mind, and spiritual readings as well as spiritual counselling and spiritual communication. Clairvoyance can be beneficial in medical diagnosis, exorcisms, scientific exploration, invention and the exploration of this world and others. It can help us develop our art, music and literature skills making clairvoyance not so scary after all, huh? 

In the beginning, it can help to close your eyes and use your mind’s eye rather than expecting to see things straight away with your physical eyes because it takes practice just like anything else. Allow yourself to believe that what you see and experience are real and get rid of the idea that all spirit energy wants to harm you. Please, release and heal whatever fears or trauma you have around seeing spirits; you don’t expect every person you meet to harm you, why would you assume the same of Spirits? They just want a lil’ love, help and attention too.

Some clairvoyants see things in their mind’s eye (kind of like dreaming or daydreaming) and some can see with their physical eyes. Both of these ways are possible, but it’s more common to see in the mind’s eye when you’re starting out. You may see a lot more flashes of colour, random symbols, eyes, or experience more frequent deja vu but, over time, with practice and dedication, you can easily scry, see auras, the essence of a spirit and also any Spirit Guides or Angels that are around. 

Please be aware that it’s okay to be confused about what you see in the beginning. To interpret a vision or symbol, you need to use your personal intuition and frame of reference. They may not always be obvious messages either and may come in brief flashes, they may appear photographic and show only a second in time or they may seem to unreel a series of past events like a movie scene.  For example, a vision of a car crash doesn’t necessarily mean that you or a loved one will be in one, instead, it may just mean that a clash of opinions is bound to arise. Be calm, be aware of your surroundings and use your words wisely throughout the day to avoid conflict. 

So, how do you know that it’s not ‘all in your head’? Well, we test it! You’ve probably experienced clairvoyance yourself in the past, a thousand times over and may not have even known it. Have you ever had a vivid dream which later comes true in some way? Have you lost something only to have an image of the place where you left it suddenly flash into your mind? As you’re driving, you predict what the car in front of you is going to do and then a few minutes later what you’d mentally imagined happens? Maybe you suddenly see an image of a friend in your head and then right after, you receive a text from them. Or perhaps you’ve been sitting in a crowded room and experience Deja vu in such a strong way that you are able to predict what is going to happen next. If any of these situations seems familiar to you, it may be a good idea to meditate on your natural clairvoyant ability. Seriously, meditation is important for clairvoyants, you should take time each day to relax and clear your mind of the daily stresses that occur. A clear mind will allow you to open yourself up to new possibilities. 

I can’t stress how important it is to really believe what you see. Believe that clairvoyance can work for you and understand that every single person is capable of utilizing this skill to better understand their life path. Keep your mind open to the possibility that you too can possess this skill, trust in your instincts and let everything go. Be sure that your mind and chakras are open and that your energy is flowing freely because, in order to tap into our extrasensory perceptions, our body, minds and souls should be clear and open to receive insight. If you want some fun little activities to perform in order to further develop this ability you could try to visualize who is calling/texting you before you look at your phone. You can try to predict what someone around you is going to do or say next (for example: what type of coffee the person in front of you will order). Or you could have a friend place a few cups down and an item under a single cup, using visualisation and focus, try to figure out which cup it is under.

Develop your potential by practicing each day. Use your will, concentration, persistence, self-awareness, self-restraint, energy, focus, intuition and love. Be courageous and over time, you will see all.

                                (video used in .Gif here)

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bittersamgirlclub TOP 5 PROMPT #11: TOP 5 SAM-PRAISE MOMENTS 

Making this made me feel all warm and squishy inside, there are many other little moments I could have chosen and that makes me very happy. Sometimes it feels like Sam is so underappreciated, both in fandom and in universe, so to focus on all those moments where characters talk or feel about Sam the same way we do is just wonderful.

These are not necessarily in any order, although those first two are pretty much interchangeably in first place.

  1. Marie - Fan Fiction - I just love how with three words Marie manages to sum up so much of what we all adore about Sam, those core facets of his being that make Sam so beautiful. But what I love even more is “there’s nothing he can’t do”. There’s something so powerful about that, and it’s so true on so many levels. The way in which Sam has defied destiny and other’s expectations for him, time and again. Working his way to a full ride to Stanford. Building himself a new life, not once, but twice from the ground up. Overcoming the devil. How could anyone not believe that Sam is capable of anything after reading about that! The other thing I love about Marie is that, although she exists in universe, she gives us an out of universe perspective on Sam, in that sense I find her, and her praise of Sam to be very relatable, it feels as if I am being voiced directly through the show. Of course the fact that Sam did not hear this praise saddens me, but I think it is incredibly important that Dean did hear it, to be reminded of all those things that deep down he knows, and loves about his brother.
  2. Jess - Pilot - I think its no secret how much I adore Sam/Jess and their relationship. Of course we only get tiny slivers of their life together, these fleeting moments, but ones like this especially I think illuminate their relationship perfectly. In this scene, Jess makes absolutely sure that Sam knows how proud of him she is, bringing up his LSAT score, praising how amazing it is, making sure he knows she’s serious when she says she’s proud, that she wasn’t just kidding around, that she really means its and that she believes in him. I think Jess was painfully aware of how little, if ever, Sam had been exposed to the concept of someone being proud of him and that intentionally worked to rectify that at every available opportunity (I might have written a little ficlet about this *cough*shamelessplug*cough*). We hear in ‘Phantom Traveller’ that apparently John expressed his pride in Sam to others, but clearly withheld it from Sam himself, the fact that Jess goes out of her way to ensure that Sam knows how she feels is just SO important.
  3. Mr Wyatt - After School Special - This episode in general is just EVERYTHING to me, but this moment in particular is incredibly special and I think actually instrumental in shaping Sam. I think its quite likely given Sam’s reaction to thinking the Mr Wyatt was going to fail him, that prior to this scene Sam was actually rather apathetic about school, moving from place to place, never being able to make real connections, he probably loved learning and studying but was unable to find reasons to really care about doing well when in a few days he’d be off to the next school anyway, when he saw nothing in his future but more of what his entire life had been, death and danger and loneliness. Mr Wyatt not only praised Sam’s academic abilities, but more importantly he allowed Sam to believe that there could be something beyond his current life, that he was capable of escaping that, of building something of his own.
  4. Dean - Scarecrow - I love, love, love this moment! Firstly, I’m pretty certain that this is the first time Sam has heard the words “I’m proud of you” from anyone other than Jess, look at his reaction, he’s completely at a loss for what to do or say and just taken aback entirely. What’s also important here is what Dean is praising Sam for. Dean is saying that he’s proud of Sam for the very things that go Sam disowned and dissociated from his family, for things that Dean in the past (and sadly will again in the future) had criticised Sam for. Standing up to John and forging his own way were actions that Sam had been led to believe time after time were deep and terrible betrayals and things that he should feel ashamed of, that Dean in this moment acknowledges that they are in fact great strengths and worthy of admiration is just so incredibly important.
  5. Sarah - Clip Show - I actually think this one is a little odd, because I think what Sarah is picking up on here is Sam’s determination to finish the trails and to 'right’ all the perceived wrongs he was done, to make up for all the ways he believes he’s let Dean down, and I can’t really feel that that is a positive thing. On the other hand, Sarah a) doesn’t know the context of what she’s seeing, she’s genuinely trying to and say something good about Sam b) at this point in the season people who bolster Sam in anyway, especially to his face, are so few and far between that anything along those lines is like manna in the desert….

sunflowerchester — I finally finished it! hahah…

Yearning - Rafael Barba

P/N: This is to add to @yourtropegirl‘s Rafael Barba day! I hope you all enjoy!

Rafael Barba x Reader
Imagine: Rafael is overwhelmed by a case he’s working on.

Warnings: Mentions of torture and assault.


Rafael had to review a few taped confessions. He needed to go over every victim to make sure there weren’t loopholes that the defense could use. He popped the tape in and sat back in his chair with a notepad and pen. The suspect had a double life, convincing everyone around him that he was practically a saint.

Rafael had dealt with so many emotionally exhausting cases. This case was no different. However, every fiber of his body tensed up as he watched the women describe the torture and assault they suffered. His jaw clenched as his eyes welled up at the sight of the self-hatred these women had in their eyes. His nostrils flared from the blood boiling anger that surfaced. The despicable and heinous acts had to be brought to light and it angered him to have these witness go through it again but with an audience.

When the tape cut to black, he was able to release the breath he didn’t know he was holding. There was an ache in his chest that didn’t fade, even after he got up for a cup of water. He was pulsing with determination to destroy this man in court. He could only hope that justice would be enough to help these survivors move on.

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Castiel Imagine

Imagine: Asking what Castiel likes to do for fun and being pleasantly surprised by the answer.

(x)

You lived for lazy Sunday mornings, or at least the concept anyway. Sometimes it happened to be a Wednesday evening, or the middle of the day on random Tuesday. It didn’t matter, whatever the day or time, you relished those rare breaks between cataclysmic universe threatening crisis where you could immerse yourself in something other than the gory particulars of a hunter’s life – when you could reclaim that innocent part of yourself as yet unsullied by the evils of the world. And more and more in these past months, you’d found a certain blue-eyed angel of the Lord unassumingly inserting himself into those moments. Not that you minded – you kind of had a thing for the angel – a fondness beyond friendship you’d long ago convinced yourself a celestial being would never be able to reciprocate. Nevertheless, however unrequited the potential of your love, having the angel around, together shouldering and lessening the burdens of suffering and defeat, sharing spontaneous laughter and experiencing little joyful and beautiful moments that made the awful times worthwhile, forced you to acknowledge the loneliness you endured for so long. Now that he’d gradually and inextricably inserted himself into your daily life, now that you couldn’t imagine your life before he entered it – you wouldn’t trade his companionship for anything in the world.

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Spy Universe - Hoshi

Anon asked for the Hoshi part of the Spy Universe. So here’s the start of the story of the combat expert meeting the reader.

There’s a guy at your gym you can’t help but notice. 

The whole “going to the gym” thing had never been your idea in the first place, but your friend dragged you along with her, and despite yourself, you kept on returning. Maybe it was partly because of the guy that you kept on returning.

You still remember the first time you saw him. Right at the end of a long workout, when wisps of your hair were curled by sweat around your face, your cheeks were pink, and your plain tee felt like it was clinging to your back. You followed your friend away from the equipment, panting more than talking, on your way to get smoothies.

And then he appeared, walking in as you walked out. He hadn’t started his work out yet. There was a towel swung loose across his shoulders, nicely muscled arms under a loose black tank top, and a determined look in his dark eyes.

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Memories of you and me

Okay so, I’m excited, I’m participating in the @capri-secretsanta event and holly molly did I write a lot. This fic is my gift for participant #17 who asked for a modern!AU for Damen and Laurent and, boi, was I happy to deliver. I’m so happy that I was finally able to write something for Captive Prince, it got out of my hands as you can see, but I hope you like it, and I hope you have some happy holidays!!!

Title: Memories of you and me
Fandom: Captive Prince - C.S. Pacat
Pairing: Damen/Laurent
Rating: T for cursing and minor sexual references
Word Count: 8944
Brief tags: Modern!AU, College!AU, Amnesia, Christmas fic, Fluff, Low Angst, Lots of food was eaten during this fanfic.

Summary: After a concussion, Damen suffers from memory loss. Thankfully, Nikandros is with him, and Nik can tell him stuff about college, about their friends, about who they both live with, about Damen’s beautiful blonde blue-eyed boyfriend- excuse me, what?

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Yoon Jisung Royalty Au

Y’all really love Jisung and honestly, same.

•You love life in the city,
• You grew up moving back and forth between the hustle and bustle of the city and to your family’s farms in a small village in the country, so yanno, an equal balance,
• But yeah, you decided to start a buissness in the city after years of internal debate and struggle ™ (because decision making is hard and scary okay),
• Because whilst growing up you had strong tactics in making friends:
• Baked goods.
• 10/10 good thinking, well done.
• Because you moved back and forth, it was kinda hard to maintain friendships?
• So you did what any wise 9 year old would do:
• Bought their friendship (Probably didn’t have to but you likes making cakes anyway so eh),
• No, seriously though, people then understood you were really friendly and kind, and it was always good with old friends because it was like a ‘sorry you haven’t seen me in 6 months but look I have pastries’
• So, baking was like a safety blanket with good connotations, and you were seriously awesome at it.
• Family recipe? Pffft, you made the family recipe.
• So what better investment than a small bakery in the city?
• People in the city missed the home cooked feeling you could bake and if business was quiet you could people-watch through the glass front, the royal palace nearby drawing in lots of tourism,
• So you make your cakes and chat with regulars in your dainty little bakery, aesthetic goals,
• You’re slipping some warm cookies into the glass showcase that you use as your counter when your bell jingles, telling you that you have your first customer,
• You smile at the man sliding through your pastel blue door; he’s elegant looking, clean, and you can feel his aura instantly, holding himself well,
• His face is covered with a mask, a common accessory, especially in the colder weather, and a bobble hat pulled down adorably all the way down, so you can’t see much of his face,
• Although his eyes seem somehow piercing, they’re warm and gentle looking and you can tell the man in front of you can’t be much older than yourself,
• You greet him and then make yourself look busy with some cinnamon buns so he doesn’t feel any pressure to buy anything,
• “Have you had this place long?”
• His voice makes you jump, and you laugh at yourself for being so skittish, but the man’s voice is smooth and oddly familiar,
• “Only around 9 months, but I’ve been baking since I was small,”
• You see his eyes crease, indicating a smile that warms your heart,
• “I enjoy cooking but I never get the time to do so,”
• You take your time in appreciating how he pronounces every syllable of what he says, making him sound like he means every word,
• You have a feeling he could say 'shrek is a cinematic masterpiece’ and you’d believe him whole heartedly,
• “That’s sad, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but what stops you? You should be able to do what makes you happy,”
• “I have a family business which makes time quite scarce, and I do not entirely know how to make anything as complex as these chocolate cookies,” his tone is quite and almost sorrowful, but lilts upwards at the end, joking,
• You can’t hold back the giggle that escapes your lips, although his words hang slightly on your heart,
• You push the sliding door open and scoop 4 of the large chocolate cookies into a paper bag, taping down the top with a flourish and presenting it to the man with an exaggerated bow, as if he was royalty,
• *nervous laughter*
• The man behind the counter starts searching his pockets, but you cross your arms with a soft smile,
• “Free for such a lovely first customer,”
• He begins to refuse but you sigh and lightly push his hands away from searching his pocket,
• Because you’re nothing but bold AmIRight,
• His hands are covered in some black silk gloves, a clue that keys in with his speech that this man may be of higher class,
• Despite the gloves, his warmth radiates through them and sends a small shiver up your back,
• (Someone walking over your grave my ass),
• “Listen, if you can’t do what you enjoy, you should at least get to enjoy the finished product,”
• The man looks reluctant as you watch something shift in his coffee coloured eyes, but nods anyway,
• And that is not the last encounter with this regal man,
• He starts to come every other day, making his way through your whole menu, and the two of you becoming casual friends,
• You have a habit of watching his eyes, desperate for any type emotion you can read,
• You always have the radio on and if there’s no customers you’ll dance and, on rare occasions, get the man to do a jig with you, he swirls you around and it takes an extra 5 seconds for you heart to stop spinning,
•  You test new bakes on him, and you can always count on him to tell you the honest truth,
• You hug him spur of the moment sometimes, When he comes into the shop or helps you in any way,
• Self control, what’s that?
•He always freezes at first and then melts into you, wrapping one arm around you,
• If he ever has a minute of spare time he’ll people-watch with you,
• His shady and sassy comments always make you crack up,
• “Those kids running, they have not yet experienced the cruel world,”
• “Jisung they look to be 6, I hope they haven’t,”
•  or
• “ That dog looks to have more swag than you, Y/N,”
• So yeah you develop a slight crush on this complete stranger,
• Who suspiciously has never taken his mask off but you don’t pressure him,
• But tbh how couldn’t you fall for this guy,
• Jisung,
• He obviously thought the name Jisung was common enough not to raise suspicions about who he was but,
• It’s when he tells you his name that you put the pieces together,
• Expensive clothes, articulate, little time to himself because of his 'family business’, always covering his face,
• Jisung is the name of one of your country’s princes, to be particular, the one who will inherit the throne, the oldest of 11,
• And then you start realising things,
• How much Jisung composes himself, and how precious the moments he lets himself go are,
• Grace and elegance seem to be drilled into him,
• His eyes seem to be wise beyond his years, observing and omniscient, the way they track you with a caring sheen making you trip over your own feet,
• The way his eyes take in every detail about your baked goods and cozy little shop,
• How he always seems to take deep breaths, inhaling the sweet smell of cooked bread that you always have in your store,
• Because how could you be a bakery without having that classic smell™,
• And how he always seems to buzz and relax in your shop, in the early hours of the day before any customers will arrive, how much softer he is in your shop than he ever is on TV or at royal gatherings or in public,
• Upon your discovery, yeah, you have a mini mental breakdown because you’ve been chatting to the future king so casually and he likes your pastries!!!!!
• But you don’t tell him you found out, or act differently, because if he wanted you to know he’d tell you,
• But man have you fallen head over heels for this gentle, regal Jisung,
• “I was thinking, whenever you have the tiniest amount of spare time, head right here. I’ll show you how to bake those brownies you always eye up as if they offer you the answer to your dreams,”
• Oh boy, does your heart do the pla dunk when you ask him, trying not to sound awkward or desperate,
• But at this point, do you really care? Jisung will judge you anyway,
• He laughs and your heart soars because YOU could make that melodic sound come to life,
• The next morning when your bell dingles, and your heart warms like always when in Jisung’s aura,
• “I thought I’d take you up on your offer,”
• Jisung’s stood at the door, an apron in hand and you laugh as he ties it over his jumper,
•One of the superman aprons, he’d obviously seen before that you had the wonder woman one,
•" But, uh, Y/N, I have something to, ah, tell you?“ He seems nervous, shifty and a little jittery before he pulls himself together to stand tall and confident, probably what he’d been taught to do, before leaning forward onto the counter,
• "Would it, perhaps be, I don’t know, the fact that you’re Prince Yoon Jisung, the nation’s cutie?”
• You also lean forward in your counter, your faces closer than predicted, but you use all of your willpower,
• A l l  of your will power,
• To focus on Jisung’s reaction,
• His eyebrows shoot to the sky and he straightens immediately in surprise,
• “What, y-you knew?”
• “Us commoners aren’t that slow, Jisung,” You tease, pulling at his mask and nabbing his hat to slide into your own head, grinning at him, the low light bouncing off his chocolate hair, matching his eyes,
• It takes a solid 15 minutes for you to stop giggling at the amount of shocked questions Jisung fires at you, and he seems incredibly revealed you haven’t changed the way you act around him,
• But then he admits he wants to bake with you,
• And Ho Boy, who are you to refuse a man of achieving his dreams?
• So you’re showing Jisung how to make your secret recipe chocolate orange and lime cupcakes (it works with the magic of your hands trust me) when Jisung kinda just stops stirring and just stares at you,
• And your like bruh have I got it on my face? I mean you aren’t complaining about the attention but you’re v on edge at his open staring,
• “I’m to inherit this whole country, but all I want to do is spend the rest of my days in this bakery with you Y/N, and I can’t bring myself to care that that’s wrong,”
• What’s this? You’ve flat lined? Me too bro, me too,
• “Everyone’s allowed to have a dream Jisung,”
• You smile through your radiating red cheeks and heart that doesn’t want to beat to the right rhythm,
• “What if it didn’t have to be a dream, Y/N, would you let me stay here? With you?”
• Tbh, you don’t even need to say anything, that soft smile is all he needs,
• But through this whole conversation, he has some chocolate mix resting on the corner of his lips and yes this is very important and heart racing but the chOcOlAte MiX Is DisTRacTinG,
• So you lean forward to kiss him, the icing seemingly melting into the kiss as well as the two of you,
• It’s sweet, quite literally, and slow and exactly like a prince charming,
• His hands skim your back and you drape your arms over his shoulders and his hair’s damn soft and there’s fireworks,
• It all sorta tumbles from then on,
• Jisung has many, many, m a n y negotiations with his family about what he wants to do,
• Upside to having 10 brother’s, at least one of them won’t mind taking the throne instead,
• And the king and queen are understanding and you pretend not to know they’re a little pissed atm about all the hassle for your own health if nothing else,(They love you after a while dw),
• News of Jisung sorta stepping down from royalty to co own a tiny bakery spreads like wild fire and the bakery is swarmed with press and people and pure hell, and some people think it’s cute and your adorable but some think you’re a gold digger and he shouldn’t step down from royalty for something so stupid,

• Honestly it’s a lot to take in and there are several emotional points where you question whether this was the right idea but then Jisung walks over to you with some new cookies, warm heart and comforting words and everything’s okay,
• but within a year it’s died down, although you definitely still get some press or whatever it’s not so bad,
• You meet Jisungs’ brothers, which is an adventure™ oh boy, and your family all swoon for Jisungs’ proper manners and royal charm and at first you feel incredibly judged by the king and queen but then you settle down and everything’s calm,

• Then one day you realize you’re a flippin’ princess! You visit the royal palace and are in love with a prince and this is definitely not how you planned your life but can you complain?
• And most importantly, the two of you sell the best cinnabons in the country partly due to the fact you’re both cinnamon rolls, okay? So soft and sweet.

A Rough Day - Rafael Barba

P/n: I just realized this was saved in my google docs and apparently I never posted it. I feel like I did though, but I must have just remembered incorrectly.

Rafael Barba x Reader
Summary: Barba having a rough day in the office, when a case starts getting to him.


Rafael had to review a few taped confessions. He needed to go over every victim to make sure there weren’t loopholes that the defense could use. He popped the tape in and sat back in his chair with a notepad and pen. The suspect had a double life, convincing everyone around him that he was practically a saint.

Rafael had dealt with so many emotionally exhausting cases. This case was no different. However, every fiber of his body tensed up as he watched the women describe the torture and assault they suffered. His jaw clenched as his eyes welled up at the sight of the self-hatred these women had in their eyes. His nostrils flared from the blood boiling anger that surfaced. The despicable and heinous acts had to be brought to light and it angered him to have these witness go through it again but with an audience.

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