one time I ground them up and fed them to my neighbors

Eight Legs & Eight Arms (Poly!Southern DR’s x Reader)

Title: Eight Legs & Eight Arms

Pairing: Poly! Southern DR’s x Reader

Word Count: 2389

Request: “Could I possibly request poly!demo-reps x reader where y/n just moved in next door and they, like, smiled at her or something and she goes to them to ask them to kill the giant spider in her kitchen and makes them dinner as thanks, but then it sort of turns into a dinner date, and lots of fluff plz.”

A/N: It was a little more than a smile, but hey, why not? (Also, unrelated gif bc everyone deserves this in their lives.)

Originally posted by wegotitmadeintheshade

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Prince!Wonwoo

Originally posted by wonnhao

  • I think we first need to take into consideration those Diamond Edge photos of him
  • YOU KNOW WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT
  • THOSE REALLY PRINCELY ONES
  • Anyway
  • Yeah just imagine that for a minute
  • But doesn’t want to dress in those fancy clothes all the time
  • the dress shirts feel too restricting and the pants always feels a little tight, and god why is this jacket so heavy does it really need all these extra frills
  • has a special love for cats
  • there’s five cats in the castle that roam around because as a child, Wonwoo found them wandering outside and brought them in
  • they’re very special to Wonwoo, so special in fact that he kind of hired some staff to just watch over the cats
  • also explores the large garden, admiring the beautiful flowers
  • even ask the garden staff about the various plants and he continues to ask questions about it to the point that the staff isn’t even working anymore
  • friends with the neighboring princes
  • there’s a group chat for the 13 of them that is just them complaining about all the work load as well as the various antics the princes do
  • like one time Wonwoo received a snap from Soonyoung at 2 in the morning showing that he was visiting Prince Jihoon and all Wonwoo saw was Soonyoung dumping water on a sleeping Jihoon before running away
  • didn’t hear from Soonyoung for a few days after that
  • Wonwoo’s favorite writers happen to be in some of the neighboring kingdoms, so sometimes Wonwoo will legit take a flight to Joshua’s kingdom just so he can get a copy of the author’s new work that hasn’t been released in his kingdom yet
  • Receives a snap from Joshua that’s a pic of Wonwoo’s back and Joshua screaming
  • “YOU’RE IN MY KINGDOM AND YOU AREN’T EVEN VISITING ME”
  • Wonwoo also gets hamburgers from Minghao’s kingdom because they have the best cattle raising there
  • So whenever Wonwoo’s family is visiting Minghao’s, at the dinner table you see everyone eating fine sirloin steak and then Wonwoo’s chowing down on a huge hamburger that looks like everything is about to fall out
  • in the gc: let’s go out to eat together, which kingdom should we go to
  • wonwoo: MINGHAO’S
  • everyone: WE’RE NOT EATING BURGERS AGAIN
  • is scared of Seungcheols two giant dogs
  • ‘wonwoo just come out of the car’
  • ‘NO’
  • ‘they just like you’
  • ‘I DON’T LIKE THEM’
  • ‘WONWOO’
  • ‘MAKE THEM GO AWAY’
  • met you when he was visiting Joshua
  • well he wasn’t visiting Joshua it was just his favorite author was having a book signing so he played it as though he was visiting Joshua
  • but Wonwoo was being led to the back patio where Joshua was
  • and he heard this laughter, so saccharine and enticing
  • when he fully stepped out onto the patio, when he saw you so perfectly dressed in a bright yellow sundress that touched the floor, a simple jacket hung onto your shoulders, your hair elegantly pulled back with loose pieces hanging down
  • Wonwoo fell
  • Literally
  • With his eyes glued onto you, he forgot that there was a small step to get down onto the main ground so he plunged to the ground
  • It was silent for a still moment as a staff member helped Wonwoo up, but once Wonwoo composed himself, Joshua burst out into laughter while you turned your head and tried to stop yourself from laughing by covering your mouth
  • After all the laughter was out, Joshua introduced you
  • You were the eldest daughter of the military general in Joshua’s kingdom
  • Joshua excused himself as he was being called by his parents, so you and Wonwoo sat in silence, almost awkward since you two didn’t know each other
  • ‘do you like cats’
  • You were so perplexed by the question for a moment before you broke out into a smile, ‘I love cats’
  • And so for five minutes Wonwoo is showing you pictures of his cat and suddenly the awkwardness is gone, now you two are playfully bickering over something trivial
  • and for once, Wonwoo is feeling his heart thump loudly in his chest as you give him a wide smile
  • Joshua comes back soon, sliding back in his chair as he looks at you, ‘our parents are really stressing me out with the whole engagement’
  • Wonwoo freezes ‘engagement?’
  • ‘Oh I forgot to tell you, y/n is my fiancée’
  • Wonwoo feels this pierce in his heart, he knew it was trivial to feel a bit of resentment towards Joshua just because he grew a crush on his wife to be but Wonwoo couldn’t help the feeling
  • For months after, you and Wonwoo grew closer through texts and various run ins at formal events, but as you two grew closer, Wonwoo’s feelings increased
  • He began to get jealous, he was jealous of seeing Joshua stand next to you, holding your hand, putting his hand on your waist, he fumed in his head when he heard Joshua introduce you as his ‘fiancée’
  • During one of the ball events, Wonwoo decided to blow off some steam on one of the open balconies, he bickered with himself in his head over the fact that you were Joshua’s not his.
  • ‘Lonely?’
  • Wonwoo watched as you approached the spot next to him and he knew he had to get it out, the more he held it in, the more it’s going to ruin him
  • ‘I like you. I like you so much but you’re engaged to Joshua and what I’m doing is entirely wrong and for all I know I’m raging war against Joshua’s family over you but I like you’
  • You’re leaning your back against the edge of the balcony, taking in what Wonwoo said and for a minute he thinks you’re going to yell at him, say that you’re Joshua’s, but instead you say the four words he’s always wanted to hear
  • ‘I like you too.’
  • And he’s never wanted to kiss you so badly before but then it hits him, he’s betraying one of his best friends
  • He’s betraying Joshua, probably the nicest guy out of all 13 of the princes
  • And Wonwoo rejects your mutual feelings but then you do something that makes him high confused
  • You’re laughing for like five straight minutes before you finally calm down
  • ‘the engagement isn’t real. Well to our parents it’s real but Joshua and I see each other as sibllings, we grew up together, I beat him at sword fighting and I really can’t date a guy who thinks doing the pindrop every 5 seconds makes him look cool. And besides, Shua’s dating someone but don’t tell him I said that’
  • Suddenly, the weight is lifted off of Wonwoo’s shoulders and finally he can’t help but to grasp your lips with his
  • Before you knew it, You and Joshua publicly announced the end of your engagement
  • Wonwoo, wanting to be like all the romantics in his novels, set out to your house where he brought over ten of his staff to carry bouquets to your door, that day he asked your parents for approval to court you
  • and honestly your parents couldn’t refuse bc like hello a prince with over ten bouquets what an ideal man
  • but you’re just like ‘yeah this is the guy that can scarf down five hamburgers in one setting how ideal’
  • for a while you and Wonwoo remained in a long distance relationship until Joshua got really fed up with Wonwoo talking about how much he missed you so Joshua practically begged you to move
  • but you’re like ‘Joshua I work for your kingdom, I just can’t move’
  • and whelp guess what, suddenly you’re being relocated to Wonwoo’s kingdom to act as a military representative for your father
  • Wonwoo’s all happy and when you come, you’re greeted with his face and his five cats
  • It’s kind of taboo for you to be sleeping in the same bed as Wonwoo before marriage so just imagine Wonwoo peeking his head out of your room at four in the morning before he dashes out to go to his room
  • And to be honest all the staff and his parents know but no one tell him because it’s funny watching him run on the security cameras
  • Will in fact break into your military meetings and because he’s the prince, everyone is standing up and greeting him but you’re just sitting there like ‘Wonwoo I’m working!’
  • ‘but I wanted to have lunch at Minghao’s’
  • ‘HAVE LUNCH BY YOURSELF’
  • After almost three years of his antics with you, Wonwoo’s family host a large ball where Wonwoo announced his engagement with you and he gives this little speech where the whole time, he stares at you while stating how much the past years have been the best of his life
  • Has a very simple wedding, royal families attended and a few friends, and when you walk down the aisle, Wonwoo swears his breath stopped completely
  • ‘stop telling people that Wonwoo’
  • ‘but it’s true, you looked so beautiful’
  • A few months later, after being crowned king and you his queen, you announced to him in the middle of the night, as he was just about to fall asleep after a stressful day
  • ‘im pregnant’
  • And he’s up, he’s wide awake now, he’s screaming, his knights ran in thinking there was a break in
  • Prince Wonwoo loves you dearly, even more so now that you are carrying his child. He even agrees to take you to Minghao’s to feast (but it’s more for his benefit). Anyway, love the king as much as he loves hamburgers. But to be honest, Wonwoo would drop burgers for you any day.
From Eden VII

Some more From Eden? Maybe a light chapter - big Hollywood movie star comes for dinner and meets Clarke’s parents? 

Previously on From Eden

“Are you sure about this?”

“No, but I think it’s a bit late for second guessing.”

The highway lazily curved and bent through the trees, half trailing the edge of ocean on one side. The water was calm and still, the Atlantic not particularly interested in waking from its summer nap despite how late into the evening it was getting. From time to time, a house would appear, interjecting itself into the woods, a long driveway seen snaking up and disappearing. It was entirely foreign and new to the actress, and so despite her girlfriend’s worry, she was excited.

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The Face of Heaven (Negan x Ari)

Summary: Ari and Ollo are twins surviving in the apocalypse when they meet Negan. This fic is written to mirror the myth of Artemis and Orion.

Characters: Negan x Ari, Ollo

Word Count: 6,795

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Swearing, descriptions of cleaning a dead animal, the fact I don’t know shit about cleaning animals or archery, the fact I wrote this in about 4 hours and am just gonna post it because ye ha cowboys!

Author’s Note: I signed up for the lovely and talented @jeffreydeanneganstrash’s 1k Challenge and my chosen prompt was Artemis - Goddess of the Hunt & Virginity.

I sat down today and typed this entire thing out in one go because it’s due soon and I finally got the idea for it. I know this is a bit longer than what I usually put out, but I hope you’ll all give it a chance. 

I think perhaps @genevievedarcygranger‘s writing may have influenced this a bit. I’ve been reading her fics lately, I really admire her style and I highly suggest you check her stuff out.

And just so there’s isn’t any confusion, Ari is Artemis and Ollo is Apollo. The two are twins in greek mythology, and I bet you can guess who Orion is going to be.

This fic has no beta so I’m sorry for any errors. I can’t wait to hear what you guys think and I always welcome any feedback you have.

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Delusion

Originally posted by jypnior

Title : Delusion

Pairing : Mark Tuan x Reader

Genre : Fluff, Angst 

Words : 1461

Summary : You’re feeling down and you miss Mark. Fortunately he is here, next to you, on the bench.



You don’t know why you’re even putting up with this.

Today is Monday. You’re outside and it’s not that you don’t want it. It’s just that you miss him. Ever since yesterday night, you miss him.

A sigh escapes your lips.

You look at the plastic cup on the wooden table and grab it. Might as well spend the day like all the others.

“Boo!” He sits next to you. You’re surprised. He is early.

“What? Missed me already?” He smiles and stretches “I figured you needed someone to cheer you up.”

“Well. I’ve been feeling rather down. You always disappear whenever I need you the most.” You mumble and he notices how your mood has gone down recently.

“Oh my, is my girl mad at me?” He pokes your cheek and you back up, frowning.

“It’s just…why can’t they understand? It’s always the same, Mark.” Your hand grabs the cup but he stops you.

“They’re bothering you again?” You nod at him and he looks inside the building. Everyone is busy.

“You should explain it to them. Maybe they are stupid.” He laughs but you shake your head.

You’re still holding the cup.

“I’m trying. What do you think I’ve been doing for the past 6 months?” You look at Mark like he’s dumb and he makes a face at you.

“Forget about them. Let’s cuddle.” He proposes and you nod, approaching him. His body is not thick, but it feels warm, like you’re being swallowed by the fluffy blanket.

“I wish I could do something else. I feel like I’m trapped.” You feel him nuzzle your hair and he breathes in, humming.

“Am I not enough?” He tries. Mark has this habit of thinking you can overcome everything, as long as you’re with him.

But his presence is what’s putting you in trouble.

“As long as I start talking about you, they go crazy.” You don’t understand why. Mark is a nice guy with a high education, a pretty face, and a good background. He could get any girl.
Too bad he’s stuck with your sorry ass.

“I have this effect on people. Did you tell them how cute I am?” He teases but you slap him, and it feels hard under your fingers. Your hand stays on his chest but it feels flat.

“I did. I described you pretty well. You’re like, perfect. I hate them.”

Mark leans against the wall “I am not perfect. Anyways. How was your day? Stop sulking or you’ll make me regret appearing before you.” He scolds.

“Plain. Woke up, walked around, fed the cat, talked to a couple of people, and here I am.” You shrug. It’s quite the usual, actually.

“How about we go somewhere, just you and me?” He is daring, and you like it. Mark has always been the adventurous type, ready for any challenge. He likes you being in trouble, it seems.

“Where? Do you want me to be grounded forever?” You laugh. It’s crazy, Mark knows you can’t.

Before you can answer, a girl comes out. She is looking around and you lift your head from Mark’s chest.

She turns to look at you but ignores your boyfriend and walks away, at the far end of the garden.

“Roommate?” Mark whispers.

You shake your head “More of a neighbor. She’s crazy, I swear. She just walks around. All day. Nothing to do.” You turn to him and he is smiling at you.

“Whereas you have me.” He leans against the table and his head falls over his crossed arms.

“My annoying boyfriend.” You snort.

“You love your annoying boyfriend, sweetheart.” Mark knows better. You adore him. No matter how much everyone hates him, you can’t spend a day without him.

It’s like he was born for you only.

“I do.” You wish he would stop being so cheesy, but at the same time, it makes your heart feel warm.

“I love you too!” He cheers and his white pearly teeth are the best reward.

You want to kiss him but the girl is back. She stops in front of you and stares for a long time. You want to push her away, and you hear Mark chuckle behind you. She’s not looking at him and you want to yell at her for being so rude.

“See you.” She tells you and goes back in.

You shudder “See? She is crazy. She didn’t even greet you.” You cross your arms over your chest and Mark comes closer.

“Like she could even if she wanted to.” He winks at you and you roll your eyes.

“Are you implying I’m jealous?” it’s funny how Mark likes it, but then again, he is, too.

He just has no reasons to be.

You glance at the cup when you hear a sound from inside the building. You know it’s over.

“Now, don’t make that face.” Mark coos. It’s always the same, and he hates seeing you so sad.

“I just…It was such a short time.” Your face becomes dull and you feel his hand against your cheek.

“I’ll be back. Don’t be so dramatic, baby. They’ll eventually let us be together.” He leans to you and you want to hug him so hard. It feels like he’ll be gone any minute.

He usually goes rather fast.

His hand goes to the cup on the table and he pushed it close to you “Here. This way it’ll be easier. Don’t make this harder, I need you back soon.” Mark tries and you pout at him.

“So you want to get rid of me, right?” A tear falls from your face and he sighs.

“Look. We’ve talked about this so many times already. Even if I can’t always he here because of them, I’ll always be here,” he points at your heart “and here” then points at your head.

“I’m glad that I can keep you close.” You sniff and he smiles at you.

“That’s right. Be strong! I love you!” He says but you see him become sad. He doesn’t want to go either.

You take the cup and gulp it down, wiping your mouth violently.

“5 minutes.” You hiccup and it seems like he wants to hold you, but looks inside and stops from moving.

“Eat well. I won’t be gone for long. They need something bigger to make me stop coming.” You feel his hand on your thigh, but it’s not warm anymore.

“Mark, am I going to be okay?” It gets hard to think, and your brain is slowly shutting off.

“Always. I’m here to make sure of that. No matter what.” Mark looks sure of himself, but he knows it’s not, and you feel it too.

Mark is going to go in less than 2 minutes.

“Next time, smile instead of pouting like a kid.” He mocks but you know he wants to cry, too.

“I will. Next time, I’m not taking it! I’ll find a way.” Your fist hits the table and Mark smiles at you.

“My babe is so hot-tempered.” he whispers cheekily and you rub your eyes because it gets hard hearing his voice.

You’re suddenly so tired. You see the cat from afar, playing with something on the grass.

A hand falls on your shoulder and you jump, surprised.

“I’ve been calling you, lunch is ready.” The voice is kind, but you hate it. It’s always the same soft tone.

“I was talking to-” You turn around but he is gone.

“To…?” The voice gets cautious, like you’ve been doing something wrong.

“Mark.” You look at the garden and your vision gets blurry. You forget about what you’ve been doing.

“Mark? Again? Y/N, did you drink your medication?” You sigh and look up. The girl’s white gown is too shiny for your suddenly exhausted state.

“Yes. I did.” You feel obedient, and you know you should be, but you hate it.

“Do you want to meet the doctor?” She carefully asks

You sigh “I’m not sick.”

The girl shakes her head “We’ve talked about this. There is no Mark. You’ve been having more and more of them, maybe we should ask for-”

You raise a tired hand at her and you remember you’ve been crying. “No need. I’m just tired. Can I skip lunch and go to bed? I don’t feel too well.”

She is worried when you get up and puts a comforting hand on your shoulder. You walk in and spare one last glance to the bench you and Mark have been sitting on.

She is about to close the door and you want to tell her the cat is still outside but it hits you now. The medication is making you go crazy it seems.

There was no cat either.

In The Flesh 4

Pairing: Casifer x Reader


Summary: Reader flees and attempts to hide from the Devil that is still in disguise of Castiel but there is no hiding from the Devil. Especially when they Winchester’s believe him to be their best friend and trusty Angel.


Word Count: 3,943


Warnings: Language, oral (reader receiving), Casifer teasing the Reader, Possessive!Casifer, gonna put trigger as a warning just in case because Casifer ends up “burning off a tattooed sigil on the Reader” so please don’t read if it will upset you!


A/N: you will notice something strange in this chapter but know that it is meant to be that way and it is not at all random. You will find out more about it in the next chapter.

@my-little-wolfe


It almost scared you how much you slept. Maybe it was because you felt you had no other option or it was just that the bed was so damn comfy. Either way your comfort and your situation didn’t stop you from jumping into almost a damn full on panic attack. Your heart beat was echoing in your eardrums and you knew something was coming. There was a strange tingle in the back of your mind and your vision flashed. You closed your eyes and then you saw it.


Something that could go against Amara. A hand of God. You weren’t sure if it was even real but you had to give it a chance. The only question was how did you get the valuable information to your friends? How did you escape without Lucifer finding you. Before you would have wanted to give the information to him but you saw Lucifer for the snake he really was. He went back on your deal by kidnapping you so you were going to do the same by running away.


A sign flashed in your vision and you knew what it was. A sigil. Lucifer still was technically an angel so a sigil would help keep you under his radar. Now all you had to do was find your way out of the house to escape, get the sigil, contact  the Winchesters and presto! All would be good.


You forced yourself to get out of the bed and immediately went to the window. You  didn’t see any demons outside. Maybe it would be better to just climb out your window and run. But then again you wouldn’t want to break a leg or something. You frowned at the idea and then walked over to your door as quietly as possible.


“Do you think she’s still asleep?” A man’s voice came through the door.


“Probably. I don’t get why we’re babysitting a stupid human.” A deeper voice rumbled in response.

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prince!hoshi
  • req’d by anon!!! 
  • truly just the sweetest softest kindest boy in the whole country, and incredibly humble considering he’s also THE PRINCE
  • growing up the country totally adored him because he was so mischievous and cute, he would attend public events with his parents and would always manage to wiggle his way out of his bodyguard’s line of sight and run into the crowds to play with a dog he saw or kiss a baby
  • like ……. his parents hired an extra secret service guard for him after each event but even when there were ten of them watching him he was able to goof off and make the public laugh
  • as he got older he didn’t get less mischievous, but in public he had to behave better and also he was too big to sneak away :-( so most of the mischief happened in the palace

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Unexpected Crush ~ Mingyu

Originally posted by seokmin---s

Genre: A little Angsty I suppose, but most fluff!

Warning: None

Words: 1903


My eyes quickly skimmed over the pages; I could hardly put down the book that Wonwoo had lent me yesterday afternoon.

I have known Wonwoo for quite some time now, I mean he is my best friend’s boyfriend after all.

I suppose it is a little more complicated than that but the past is the past.

My eyes flickered up from the book as Wonwoo’s best friend, Mingyu, plopped down beside me on the sofa in the Pledis lobby.

“Hey Y/N.” He said giving me a bright smile.

“Hi Mingyu.” I said returning a soft smile and continued absorbing the words on the pages.

Mingyu huffed and shifted around trying to gain my attention.

I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.

What I wasn’t expecting was for him to steal the book and slam it shut losing my place.

“Kim Mingyu!” I protested and hit his shoulder. All he did was laugh.

“Wonwoo gave you this yesterday. Slow down. Obviously he trusts you with his books, he doesn’t mind if you give them back after more than a day. Besides you have almost finished every book he has to offer.” Mingyu said as he kept the book captive.

I pursed my lips in annoyance and sat back against the sofa.

“Fine. What do you want?” I asked turning my attention toward Mingyu.

“Do you want to go get coffee, and then stroll through the park?” Mingyu asked.

“Sure that would nice.” I smiled. I placed my hand palm up toward Mingyu silently asking for the book.

“No.”

“Come on I’m just putting it in my bag. I promise I won’t whip it out. Even if you get exhaustingly boring.” I joked.

“Promise?” He asked.

“Promise.” I replied and stuck my pinky out. Mingyu chuckled and wrapped his enormous pinky around mine.

Mingyu handed me the book and I stashed it away in my bag.

“Shall we then?” Mingyu questioned standing up with his hand out.

I placed my hand in his as I stood.

I expected to release it once I was standing but he firmly kept my hand in his as we exited the building.

“You can give me my hand back now.” I said shyly as we walked down the street.

“I enjoy holding your hand in mine.” He smiled.

“I would like it better if I knew you recently washed your hands.” I poked fun at his infamous uncleanliness.

“Hey! I washed my hands a lot this afternoon… I think.” He defended.

I rolled my eyes and gave up.

As we entered the coffee shop my nostrils were greeted with the lovely smell of coffee.

There was a short line so we waited a bit and debated on what to get.

When we got to the front of the line Mingyu ordered first, he went with something new. I played it safe and ordered my regular.

Before I could reach for my wallet to pay my portion Mingyu whipped out some cash and gave it to the cashier.

“I can pay for my drink.” I prodded.

“Don’t worry about it.” Mingyu said brushing it off.

“Thank you.” I smiled as we waited for our drinks.

“Of course, I like to pay on dates.”

Had I been sipping my drink it would have spewed all over him. I did however choke on my spit. Lovely.

“Are you okay?” Mingyu asked with genuine concern.

“Peachy.” I mumbled trying to clear my throat.

“Oh my gosh you thought I just asked you to hang out.” Mingyu said in realization.

“Yes, but a date is fine.” I said reassuring him.

“Really?” He asked. I smiled and nodded.

A bashful grin played on Mingyu’s face. Something I hadn’t seen before, it was adorable.

Our drinks were up so we grabbed them and once again walked hand in hand to the park.

A comfortable silence was upon us. I was curious what he was thinking though.

Eventually we found a bench to sit on and sip our drinks.

“I’m sorry I didn’t specify before we left that I was asking you on a date.” Mingyu spoke up breaking the silence.

“It’s alright. I would have said yes either way.”

“I’m relieved. But to be completely honest I thought you liked Wonwoo.” Mingyu said.

I glanced up at him and he was focused on the ground.

“I did.” I replied truthfully, “but he is with my best friend and they are happy. So who am I to intrude?”

“I admire that about you.”

“What?”

“That you are truthful, and mature. Wonwoo told me he met you first at the ramen shop and were reading the same book.” Mingyu stated and looked at me.

“Yeah we did meet before my friend met him. But she really liked him so I didn’t do anything about it. I mean I am over it of course, we are friends. Plus I got the opportunity to meet you.” I smiled. Mingyu smiled back.

“We met first.” He said. My brows furrowed in confusion.

“I didn’t expect you to remember but that’s okay.” He smiled sadly and looked down once more.

I pondered for a while trying to figure out when I first Mingyu.

I thought it was when my best friend and Wonwoo were too nervous for their first date and they dragged us along with them.

“We should get going I have another dance practice in an hour.” Mingyu said standing up.

I stood up as well. We didn’t hold hands this time as we walked silently out of the park. This silence wasn’t as comforting as it was earlier.

Before I knew it we were standing in front of my apartment.

“Are you going in?” Mingyu asked.

“Oh yeah. Uh thanks for today. See ya later?” I asked.

“Sure.” He answered shortly.

I could tell he was upset I couldn’t remember. I feel bad. It makes it look like I really do have feelings for Wonwoo when I don’t, not anymore.

“Bye Mingyu.” I said and quickly made my way into the apartment building.

I lit a few candles and curled up on my couch pulling Wonwoo’s book out of bag. Finally, I can find my place and continue.

Except I couldn’t. My mind kept wondering and I would lose my place and end up re-reading over parts of the page I had already read.

I closed the book and groaned in frustration. Nothing has ever gotten to me like this before.

I had always found Mingyu quite attractive, I mean who wouldn’t? Initially I thought he was going to be a douche bag since most guys I meet who have a face like that have a pretty crappy personality.

I was pleasantly surprised to find out his personality was quite lovely, he is funny, he can cook and overall is a really nice guy.

But did I like him? No, liking his face and admiring his personality didn’t mean…

The more I thought about it the more it made sense that, yes I did like Mingyu as more than a friend.

I’m sure my neighbor down stairs was fed with me as a paced the floor incessantly.

“Think, think, think!” I chastised myself as tapped my head.

I closed my eyes tight and tried to visual a time and place I could have met Mingyu and then it clicked.

I grabbed my purse and slipped on my shoes quickly bolting out of the building. I briskly walked to the Pledis building.

I would run, but I hate running so speed walking was going to have to do.

When I got to Pledis I went to the practice room. They were gone and the janitor was sweeping the floor.

Since they aren’t here maybe they are at their dorm.

So I found myself speed walking to their apartment building.

When I got there I rung the bell to their apartment.

“Hello?” Soonyoung’s voice came over the intercom.

“Hey Soonyoung, it’s Y/N.” I said.

“Oh hey! I will let you up.” He answered and the door buzzed signalling it was open.

I made my way up to their floor and rapped on the door.

Wonwoo answered and smiled.

“Hey, Y/N. Back with my book already?” He asked.

“No. Is Mingyu here?” I asked slightly out of breath.

“Oh yeah he is. I think he is in his room.” He informed me.

“Thanks.” I mumbled quickly and pushed past Wonwoo kicking my shoes off and running down the hall to the room Mingyu stayed in.

Rather than bursting in and possibly seeing a partially naked boy I knocked on the door loudly.

“Who on earth-” Mingyu grumbled as he opened the door. He stopped mid-sentence and stared at me.

I’m sure I was a sight for sore eyes. My hair was probably disheveled and I know for certain I was sweating.

“I remember.” I said.

-

I cursed my parents and their terrible genes as I stood tiptoed trying to reach a book from the shelf.

“Here.” A voice said grabbing the book with ease handing it to me.

I looked up at tall boy and blinked a few times. He looked like the type that would stand back and watch me make a fool of myself as I tried to get the book.

“Thank you.” I smiled softly.

My eyes flickered to the book he had in his hand.

“That isn’t a very good book. If you are looking for something bland then sure. But if you want something with a deeper plot and feelings then you should go with…” My eyes scanned the rows of books until I landed on one of my favorites. I grabbed it and handed it to him.

“That is one of my absolute favorites. I have read it many times.” I laughed awkwardly. All this dude did was help me and now here I am chastising his taste in books.

“Thank you, this is a birthday gift for my friend. I think he will like this.” He said as overlooked the back cover.

“Oh well. I hope he likes it. Thanks again for grabbing the book for me.” I said and turned around walking out of the aisle toward the checkout.

-

Mingyu tried to hide his smile as I finished telling him the story.

“I’m sorry I didn’t remember right off the bat. But even if we hadn’t met first, it wouldn’t matter because I like you. A lot.” I said.

“Good, because I like you a lot too.” Mingyu grinned.

A stupid smile made it’s way to my face.

“Do you have time tomorrow to go see a movie with me? By the way it is date.” Mingyu said. I laughed softly.

“I do, thanks for the heads up.” I joked.

“It would be really awkward if we were in the middle of the movie and you only realized then it was a date.”

“Yeah it would.” I giggled.

“Did you walk here?” He asked.

“Speed walked.” I replied.

“It is getting dark, would you like me to walk you home?” He offered.

“I would love that.” I smiled.

After slipping on our shoes, we walked hand in hand to my apartment building excitedly discussing which movie to see and what snacks to sneak in.

When I woke up this morning I thought I had residual feelings for Wonwoo, turns out I was wrong. Boy am I glad I was wrong.


This turned out completely different from when I first started it haha. I hope you  liked it and thank you for reading!

Sen~

Serana “The Rose Queen”

Quote: “Roses are most lovely when they are seen blooming beneath the light of a full moon.” - Serana

Serana comes from a powerful family of wealthy and established vampires. Her family is ancient and is treated with great respect among vampire kind. They were among the first to move into the town of Forgotten Hollow upon discovering that the dark energy in the town was so great that it made the days shorter, and the nights longer. Serana’s first neighbors were the Vatore’s, who are also a family of high ranking and wealthy vampires. 

Serana would play with the two young daughters, Lillith and Lorena Vatore, while their parents discussed vampire history and hunting techniques among themselves. Serana was far closer to Lillith, but she was always kind to Lorena. The three of them grew into their mid 20’s, and awaited the false death together.

The Vatore parents were always scolding their daughter Lorena for refusing to drink human blood. They found it embarrassing that she so heavily leaned on plasma packs. Serana was put into a lot of awkward situations when she would play at the Vatore’s house, and the parents would reprimand their daughter and try to force her to drink the blood. Serana would just leave. She was closer to Lillith and did not know Lorena well enough to question her about it. 

Serana’s friend Lillith never seemed comfortable talking about private family matters. She never did understand why Lorena didn’t like the taste of human blood whereas she herself loved it.

Serana’s parents would tell her not to be like Lorena and develop feelings for the humans. They instructed her that to feed was necessary, and nothing to be ashamed of. Her parents also taught her never to be too cruel to them. Serana’s parents would always tell her, “Hunt, but don’t hurt, leave your prey alive, and do it painlessly if you can.” They taught her to value human life to an extent, and never saw the need to cause pain to those they fed on. 

Serana followed her parent’s instructions and drank plasma packs once in a while, but she usually just compelled the humans for a small drink, and she never needed to drink often. Serana always drank from her prey gently and was careful not to cause them too much harm. Thankfully, Serana was blessed with a more tame appetite compared to her friend Lillith.

Serana never hunted with Lillith, their hunting styles were too different. Lillith was more of a ‘stalk you then pounce on you in the dark’ kind of vampire. Serana didn’t much care for that style of feeding, but she minded her own business. They never hunted together, even though Lillith was curious as to how Serana lured in her prey. 

Lillith knew that Serana was gentle with her prey from passing comments about feeding, and would sometimes tease her, telling Serana that she was too kind for a vampire. Serana always shrugged it off, unaware that sometimes, Lillith drained her prey to death. It was a secret that Lillith hid well from her friend. 

The nights that Serana was not with Lillith, she spent time in her mother’s rose garden. It was her favorite place, and she would linger there for hours. She loved to pick the enchanted flowers that would grow back immediately after they were plucked from the ground. 

 Serana would lay upon the stone benches when the moon was high, relaxed by the smell of the roses all around her, daydreaming of when the false death would come over her, and how it would alter her appearance and powers. There were times she could have sworn she saw her friend Lillith looking down at her from her bedroom window, although she wasn’t sure.

The symptoms of the false death finally came, and it was upon Serana the same time it was Lillith and Lorena. She would hang over the toilet all night and into the day sometimes, vomiting large amounts of blood. Lillith would sleepover once in a while. They would watch cheesy vampire movies, pointing out the inconsistencies. Lilllith would tease Serana about her vomiting,  only to puke into her bucket seconds later. 

Serana still pushed herself to be in the rose garden despite her immense fatigue, and the appearance of the dark blue veins all over her skin. Lillith warned her, telling her that if she did not get to her coffin or remain indoors, and stay out of the garden, that she would fall prey to the sun when the false death came. 

Serana couldn’t help herself, the roses were mesmerizing, and she wanted to gather some to bring into her coffin with her. She had wandered too deep into the garden and finally collapsed from exhaustion into the thick rose bushes all around her, sending petals flying into the air from her fall. The false death had begun. 

The bushes were so dense, that they shielded her corpse from the sun when the day came and passed, and from her mothers and neighbors, who searched for her frantically.

Five days had gone by, and Serana’s eyes began to flicker open. The moon was high, and she could hear Lillith crying in the garden. Serana stood up and moved the bushes aside to see her friends’ new purple eyes light up upon seeing her. “Serana we thought you had burned,” Lillith shouted, grabbing her friend and hugging her tightly.

 Lillith continued talking as she held Serana,“I just rose tonight, and when I heard the news about you, I couldn’t bear it, and I came here because I knew how you loved this place.” Serana smiled down at her crying friend and pulled a rose from the bush beside them. 

Serana kissed the rose, enchanting it. Serana handed it to Lillith and told her that it would never die, and she could always keep it to remember Serana if anything were to ever happen to her. Lillith clutched the rose to her chest and smiled, she swore to Serana that she would treasure the rose for all eternity. Lillith then took a step back, and stared back at Serana, admiring her new vampiric appearance. Serana’s dark brown eyes had turned to red, and her jet black hair was now blonde with roses blooming out of it.

She even smelled of roses, in fact, the scent coming off of Serana was stronger than the smell of the roses that were growing in the garden.

“You’re so beautiful,” Lillith said to her, “I’m going to start calling you 'The Rose Queen’ from now on,” she finished. It was a nickname that caught on quickly around the other vampires in Forgotten Hollow, and they all took to referring to Serana as such.

Lillith’s appearance after the false death had only changed slightly, her ears were now more pointed, and her eyes that were once hazel had turned a light purple color. 

Serana was delighted with her own changes, the roses she was so enamored with had now become a part of her. The vampires could feel the new power coming off of one another, but Serana’s power was greater than that of Lillith’s. They both ran inside and greeted Serana’s parents who were relieved to see their reborn daughter, who they thought had been claimed by the sun.

“Where’s Lorena?” Serana asked Lillith when her parents had left the room to call the rest of the family with the news. Serana knew that the relationship between Lorena and her parents had been tense for a long time now. Lillith hesitated, then she explained that Lorena had awakened from her false death with a frightful appearance. Lillith’s parents were blaming the plasma packs, and Lorena was refusing to come out of the attic. 

“Lorena said she would rather look like a monster, then behave like one,” Lillith said flatly. “What does she mean?” asked Serana.
Lillith paused for a long while before she answered;

“Lorena doesn’t approve of the way my parents choose to hunt,” Lilith answered looking down at her feet.

That was all Lillith would say and the feeling in the room seemed to change when she said it. Serana could tell that Lillith did not wish to speak about it any further. Serana remained silent and did not see Lorena again after that for many years, only catching glimpses of her around the house every once in a while. 

The years seemed to fly by after Serana’s false death, and Lillith and her remained friends, but Lorena was out of the picture. Serana had her head in books about vampire lore all of the time. She had her eyes set on becoming a master vampire and planned on surpassing her parents legacy and becoming the most powerful vampire in their family.

Lillith tried to invite Serana to her glamorous house parties with the elite vampires of Forgotten Hollow, but Serana often refused, too busy with her studies. Lillith would often challenge Serana to duels and would dare her to use her powers in dangerous ways, and sometimes, Serana could swear that Lillith wasn’t just playing around. Serana felt that one day Lillith would be her rival, more so than her friend. The thought hurt her a little, so she pushed it out of her mind.

Serana was thrilled with her own powers, she specialized in hallucination and manipulation of the mind. She would lure sims to her with the overpowering scent of roses, that would cause them to fall into a trance-like state, where they would allow themselves to be embraced by the Rose Queen, and fall victim to her bite. Serana would treat them gently, and it was important to her that her victims never felt any pain or fear while she fed, as her parents had taught her.

Serana’s lust for power made her want to study and learn all forms of magic, even alchemy. Vampires were not fond of magic that involved potions and herbs and preferred to avoid it all together. Serana knew if she could master this skill, she would be a cut above the other vampires. Serana brought her idea to Lillith, who ridiculed her. 

“That’s Witches work Serana,” she laughed, “Best left to them, vampires have no need for potions.” Lillith continued, "Please tell me I won’t find you gathering mushrooms in the forest anytime soon.” Serana left Lillith’s house irritated. If she had known that would be her reaction she would have never asked her.

Serana did indeed go into the forest. The woods of Forgotten Hollow were filled with many strange and magical plants that could be used in her potions. She would walk through the forest picking the magic mushrooms without even needing to bend down. Serana ripped them from the earth with her magic and would levitate them in a cluster behind her as she walked through the woods. 

She felt at home among the dark energy in that forest and moved across the terrain in her red heels with ease. The forest ground was no more an obstacle to her then hardwood floors. Serana gathered often in those woods, although she struggled to make even the simplest of potions. She was always running out of ingredients, and her studies left her hardly any time for much else.

Serana rarely hung out with Lillith anymore, months had gone by without seeing her friend, but one night she decided to attend the Vatore’s annual party with all of the other vampires.  Lorena was nowhere to be found, as usual, she attended less of their parties then Serana did. Lillith was being cold to Serana that night, and a few hours had gone by where she did not speak to her. Serana mingled with the other vampires and began to wonder why she had even come at all when finally Lillith spoke to her loudly enough for the entire room to hear:

“The Rose Queen has lived in Forgotten Hollow many years, and we all know and respect her power.” The town was aware of Serana’s strength, it could be felt by them with her merely walking in the room, and many knew she was among the towns strongest.

At this point everyone was staring and Lillith continued speaking, “She may be strong, but I feel that her powers do not measure up to my own at all.” Lillith grinned devilishly as she continued. “If her powers were truly so grand, she would be capable of transforming a human to walk among our own.” All eyes turned to Serana as Lillith insisted that she lacked the power to turn human beings.

The rivalry Serana feared was beginning, and Lillith continued to provoke the Rose Queen. The power to turn humans took an exceedingly high amount of vampire energy. This was something Serana was aware of. It was an exhausting spell, and very few were capable of the act. All vampires turn humans in their own way, and the stronger the Nightwalker, the sooner the human will rise as one of their own.

 Lillith smiled and continued her speech “I have thrown this party to commemorate my own power as a Vatore and would like to offer a tribute to this family!”  Lillith boasted loudly “I have achieved what many vampires are incapable of, I have turned created immortal life, that will serve as a thrall to my family!” she finished pointing into a corner of the room where a vampire with long red hair emerged from the crowd. "This is Hope,” announced Lillith, “I have made her a child of the moon in only three days time, a gift for my parents, she now walks among us as a vampire!” 

 The red-headed vampire did a curtsy and smiled revealing her fangs. The crowd began cheering and clapping, astonished by Lillith’s reveal. They crowded around the new vampire and began to question her and chat with her. She was an object of curiosity for the night. Lillith’s mother’s embraced their daughter and immediately took to introducing themselves to their new thrall.

Serana felt embarrassed as the crowd turned away from her and onto Hope and Lillith. She knew she could turn a mortal if she simply tried, in fact, she believed herself to be powerful enough to do it in a matter of hours, rather then days.

Serana left the party and decided to go into the town of Willow Creek to hunt. She was almost out of the forest when she saw a car parked about half a mile away from the treeline, directly in the middle of the road beside the Valley Of Silence.

 Inside of the vehicle sat a teenager about seventeen, and she looked distressed. Humans almost never came this close to the town, the energy gave them the creeps, and they left pretty quickly. Serana watched on curiously behind the trees hidden by the darkness of the forest.

The teenager seemed to be waiting for someone. Serana continued to spy on her when suddenly she felt a powerful presence behind her. It was Lillith. "This could be your time to prove yourself Serana,” she said leaning over her shoulder, “That girl is all alone, and would make a lovely vampire, I mean unless you can’t do it." 

Serana felt her blood boil upon hearing Lililth’s words, she had never felt this way towards Lillith before, but right now she wanted to put her in her place. Lillith turned into a purple bat and perched herself on the tree above Serana to get a good view. 

Serana focused on the girl in the car, she closed her eyes and breathed in deep, casting her spell. Lillith watched on anxiously as the girl in the car seemed to pick up Serana’s rose scent, opening the door after only a few seconds. The teenager stepped out of her vehicle and walked into the valley in a trance-like state, headed closer to the treeline.

 Serana stood there, her arms outstretched to the teenager. The smell of roses was so powerful it filled the air all around them. Lillith was surprised at Serana’s power, she had never seen her hunt before. Lillith felt grateful for a moment that she was immune to the pungent smell of the roses, she would not want to be in the shoes of that teenage girl.

 The girl walked into Serana’s arms with a smile on her face, and Serana gently embraced her as she softly bit into her neck. The Rose Queen gathered every bit of power she had and put all of her energy into making that girl a Nightwalker. Serana drained the teenager within inches of her life, and she could hear the sound of her heart slowing.

 She pulled away and lowered the girl to the ground softly, standing above her wiping the blood off of her lips. She leaned against the tree and waited for the teenager to rise as a vampire. Serana became nervous as she watched the girl take her last breath. The air turned cold as her mortal body finally died, and Serana waited anxiously as the minutes turned into hours. The teenager still had not opened her eyes or even twitched. Serana could feel her immortal heart swell, and her chest tighten. Had she killed this child?

Lillith burst into laughter that could be heard through the whole forest. "You killed her Serana! I truly am the more powerful vampire!” she cackled.

Serana leaned down and held the dead girl, she was so small and frail. Her parents’ words echoed in her mind: "Hunt, but don’t hurt, leave your prey alive.” Lillith continued laughing in the tree, now out of her bat form. She sat atop the branch staring down at Serana with a look of evil on her face. “You failed Serana,” she said excitedly, “Your studying and training cannot compare to the natural strength of a Vatore!” Lillith proudly boasted.

Serana looked up at Lillith and angrily shouted at her, "You truly are the monster your sister refused to become!”
Lillith stopped laughing and scowled at her, turning back into a bat. She left Serana and flew back to town. Serana stayed there crouched down, holding the cold dead girl. It had been a few hours, and Serana wished she had studied how to turn humans, rather than waste her time on alchemy.

The guilt overwhelmed her, and the Rose Queen felt immense sadness. She brushed the teens long brown hair to the side, and under her breath, she whispered, “You didn’t deserve this, and I’m so sorry..”

 Serana placed the teen down gently on the forest floor and looked over her one last time before turning into red mist and fleeing through the forest back to town.

Serana arrived home feeling guilty, images of the teenager taking her last breath as she lay on the cold forest ground were fresh in her mind. She told her parents that she would be building herself a lair in the woods of Forgotten Hollow, little ways off from the town so she would remain close to them. She insisted that she wanted to study alchemy and be on her own for a while. They were confused, but as always, supportive of their daughter, and from the look in her eyes, they knew not to ask questions.

She has not been back to the town since. Serana keeps in touch with her family when they come out to visit her or through the telephone. She refuses to return to Forgotten Hollow and be faced by memories of her friendship with Lillith, and the life she took that night long ago in a selfish attempt to prove herself. 

Serana now spends her immortality in a lair surrounded by her own enchanted roses that bloom eternally. She still strives to be the strongest, and she swears she will do so without taking another human life. She stays to herself, and hasn’t spoken to Lillith since that night, and doesn’t plan on doing so.

The Rose Queen no longer uses her scent to lure humans, and she has not fed on a mortal since that night. She has instead become more accustomed to feeding on the plasma fruit which grows upon trees around her lair.

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what makes me really happy is an AU where Ethan is a knight in shining armor and Mark is a prince who’s utterly unimpressed with his skills but finds him entertaining to watch so he’ll skip his royal duties during the day to watch Ethan train.

Mark sitting on the ground, eating an apple while watching Ethan practice his fighting on a dummy. “Aren’t you supposed to be doing prince things right now?” Ethan asks.

“Aren’t knights supposed to be good at fencing?” Mark replied with a smirk, spitting out an apple seed. Ethan shoots him a look.

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Word count: 2427

Genre: Slice of life Robot AU

Synopsis: Guy-Man jerks the cord from the wall. A soft whirr sounds through the dark bedroom as Thomas’ systems activate. With a twitch, Thomas pushes himself up, using his elbows to support himself. His head twists around the dark room in confusion. 

“Thomas. There’s a cat in our sink.”  

“What?” 

“There is a cat. In our sink.”

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Choi Youngjae // Bubblegum


Prompt:
Every day, you offer Youngjae, your friend, a piece of bubblegum when you’re talking, but one day, you don’t see him, and he really wants that bubblegum.
Scenario: fluff
Word Count: 1459

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We Will Survive- (Carl Grimes x POC!reader)

CHAPTER ONE: Begin

WORD COUNT: 1605

WARNINGS: Normal TWD warnings (swearing, death, etc)

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Originally posted by livingstills

The rain was not helping her.

Her springy auburn hair had only prevented some of the rain from getting on her face, then again, her hoodie had also helped. Yet the rain still had managed to get on her face, and into the laceration across it. She winced at the pain radiating from the deep cut. Shit, she thought bitterly, at this rate, my own stitches might have been the best option, are they even still alive?

Shaking her head, she continued running through the woods. Before the world went to hell, the town would have been the first place she’d go to in this situation; but now, the Greene Farm was her best shot at staying alive. As the rain decreased, the blood pouring out of the wound increased. The cut itself stretched from above her left eyebrow, diagonally across her nose, and ended on the right side of her jaw. The blood covered her left eye, disrupted her perception and caused her to stumble across tree roots. She cursed under her breath as she slowed down, panting,and leaned against a tree. Walkers were dispersed throughout these woods, their groans echoed off the trees.  The sun beat down on her deep brown skin, causing sweat to build and mix with her blood. She gritted her teeth and pushed off the tree, and continued towards the farm. The string of her bow dug into the skin of her collarbone, and the strap of the quiver rubbed raw a patch of skin on her neck.

Soon the masses of trees became thinner and a field came into her view. Her gait became slower as she saw the unfamiliar RV, and the people walking away from it. Her eyes widened at the mere sight of them. Why are they here? Where is Maggie? As she got closer to them, she noticed two men still standing there, an older one, much like Hershel-minus the beard-,  and a younger one, most likely around Maggie’s age. Before she could call out to them, the older one walked away, obviously in some sort of distress.

Before the younger one left she yelled,a garbled noise as she choked on the blood Startled, the korean man turned towards her. She stumbled over her feet and fell flat on her face. The little sight she had left blurred and went out and she faintly heard the man cry out for someone.

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Camila Cabello: "Our Dreams Were Bigger Than Our Fears

Beautifully written by Camila herself 👍

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A bus. The yellow lighting of the gas station against the dark hours of midnight. Fast asleep. Silence. My head slumped over my mom’s shoulder. Her voice timid and hesitant as she stumbled through a sentence in English at the cash register. A Winnie the Pooh journal. These are the things I remember when I think of when my mom and I immigrated to America.

I was almost 7 at the time, born in Havana, Cuba. My papá is puro Mexicano and we lived back and forth between the heat of Havana and the concrete jungle of Mexico City. I didn’t realize it then, but, boy, does it hit me now. I realize how scary it must have been for them. For my mom to leave the streets of Havana where our neighbors were our friends, where we gathered every holiday to eat pork and my grandma’s rice and beans, to not hear the malecón and the heartbeat of her city pulsing with every crash of the wave. For my Dad to leave behind his four brothers and sisters, the memory of his parents, the street vendors selling the elotes con mayonesa that I would beg him to get in the mornings before school, the best friends he’d grown up with … everything. To decide to start from the ground up.

With a couple hundred dollars, the clothes on our backs, no family in the United States, and no clue of what was going to happen next, that’s exactly what we did. Like my mom said, “I don’t know where I’m going, but I can’t stay here.” And that was enough.

Why were we packing up our stuff? Why was my grandma hugging me tighter than usual? Where were we going? “We’re going to Disney World!” That’s what my Mom told me when we were crossing the border. She packed a little backpack with my Winnie the Pooh journal and my doll, and we crossed the border from Mexico to the US, seeing my Dad become an ant in the distance as he stayed behind.

Just Disney World. Whenever I have to make a decision now and I’m afraid, my mom always reminds me of that day. “That day, I knew if I thought about it, fear would make me turn back. That’s why when you’re afraid, you force yourself to jump. You don’t think, you just jump,” she says to me.

After she sat down with the immigration officer in a tiny office, we and a bunch of people from other countries with similar hopes were placed in rooms with tiny beds in them, a hotel full of these rooms. It was me and my mom and two other families in a little room waiting for somebody to come in and let us know if we were going to be granted permission to enter the US or be sent back. Some people spent days there, some spent weeks in agonizing anxiety over what the answer would be. Meanwhile, I was wondering when the heck we were going to get to Disney. We were there only a day when we finally got the news. The room bursted with joy, everybody around me clapping and hugging and screaming and crying! And me yelling out “Yay! We’re all going to Disney!” Little did I know.

Little me and my mamá ended up on a Greyhound bus to Miami that took 36 hours — that’s where I have my most vivid memories. Other stuff I vaguely remember and know from stories my parents told me years after. But I remember writing in my Winnie the Pooh journal a lot on that bus ride.

We got to Miami and moved into my grandpa’s colleague’s house who later became my godmother. My mom was a very good architect in Cuba, but when she came to America none of the degrees she earned in Cuba counted, so to make enough to keep us fed and put me into school she began stacking shoes in Marshalls and going to school at night to take courses in English, all while taking me to and from school and helping me with my homework all by herself, alone in a strange country. I can’t imagine how frustrating it must have been for her to have worked her whole life in architecture and then have it all erased when she came here.

One day, as if God was listening, two elderly Cuban women were conversing with her and told her: “Oye, tu estás muy bonita para trabajar en Marshalls. Where are you from?” My mom told her the story of how she was Cuban and she was actually an architect. You wouldn’t believe it, but the two Cuban women said they had a brother who worked in architecture and needed someone who worked in Autocad, a complicated architectural computer program. They asked her: “Do you know Autocad?” Internally, my mom was like “Autocad? What the hell is Autocad? We use pencil and paper where I’m from.” But to the ladies, she said: “Autocad? Of course. Yes, of course. I can do that.” She learned how to use the program in a week and made enough to move us out of my godmother’s house and into an apartment.

She learned fast because she literally had to in order to survive. Immigrants have one thing in common: Hunger. I don’t mean it literally, although that’s true too, but metaphorically. The hunger to do the impossible because you have no choice, because you came too damn far, because you’ve known what struggling is, and you’re not going to take an opportunity for granted. The hunger and ability to win above people with better circumstances than you simply because you want it badly enough.

Long story short, my papá came over from Mexico a year and a half later — I had a little calendar in my room counting down the days — because he couldn’t stand being away from us. He went through such hardship to cross the Mexican border and had it harder than my mom and I did, literally risking his life for his family to physically make it here. When he first came to the US, he started off washing cars in front of Dolphin Mall in the blistering Miami heat. But we kept moving on up … with the Latin community in Miami, helping each other up as we did it. Slowly and slowly my parents kept working and climbing and ended up forming a construction company together named after my sister and I. They always pushed me to focus on my studies because the whole reason we came here was so my sister and I could have better opportunities in life than they did. They said: “Money comes and goes, but your education, lo que tienes aquí (and they would point to my head while saying that), nobody can ever take that away from you.” They let me know that in order to go a good college I had to get a scholarship, so I worked as hard as I could. However — plot twist! — that didn’t quite go the way we thought it would.

You see, in 9th grade, a little girl who had never sung in front of people before asked her parents if they could take her to Greensboro, NC, to audition for a little show called The X Factor. Yikes! I had never sang in front of people before. Well, did my mom know Autocad? No. Did I know how to perform on a stage on TV? No. But I wanted it badly enough, and I learned from my family that if you work hard enough and you want it badly enough, you can do the impossible.

I was wrong about one thing. My mamá and papá did not leave everything behind, they brought it with them. My grandma still makes pork and rice and beans every holiday like she did, and my mom still feels the waves of the malecón in her heartbeat because she still feels the most at peace when she’s by the sea. My grandma and dad still get drunk and sing Luis Miguel in the kitchen. We found our favorite Taco spot in Miami (I capitalized Taco because they are that good). And whenever we find another person from our country, we freak out. “¿De qué parte?” Because we have home in us. Because we brought it with us. Every Cuban brought it with them and so we have Miami. Mexicans brought it and so we have the best Mexican food ever. The Italians brought it and so we have pizza. The Swedish brought it and we have great pop songs. The list goes on and on. And so, that’s why when I hear a bigoted, racist man with power and influence speak with anger and ill-will about immigrants, I think “what a fool.”

I am so proud to be Cuban-Mexican. This country was built on immigrants. People who were brave enough to start over. How strong we are to leave behind everything we know in hopes of something better. We are not fearless, we just have dreams bigger than our fears. We jump. We run. We swim, we move mountains, we do whatever it takes. And so next time, when anybody wants to tell you they want to build a “wall” on our border, remember behind that wall is struggle, determination,hunger. Behind that wall, could be the next cure for cancer, the next scientist, the next artist, the next drummer, the next anything they work hard enough to become!

P.S. I did end up going to Disney for the first time a year later.

Camila Cabello (September 14, 2016)

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@jazzathebunnyDerek/Stiles The Sandlot AU. :)

Done for my anything crossover prompts!  And I know this canon! So this would have been a fun AU if I had done sandlot canon stuff, but instead I wrote this:


It’s not the worst thing that could have happened.

“This is the worst thing that could have happened,” Scott says, moaning into his mitt.

Stiles nudges him in the side with the tip of his bat, because it really isn’t. They could’ve beaned Jackson in the face again—which would have been hilarious, obviously, but also a pain in the ass, since Jackson would’ve finally gone and cried to his dad about all many times Stiles tries to take his head off with a baseball. It’s not Stiles’s fault that Jackson’s head is so gigantically swollen with ego.

Jackson says, “You know the rules, Stilinski,” smirking at him with his arms crossed. They’re all gathered at the back of the makeshift dugout, staring at the six foot privacy fence. “You fouled.”

Fouled so bad the ball went back and to the side, sailing over into Old Man Hale’s yard.

Scott says, “Worst,” again, and then wraps his arms around Stiles from behind in a hug, burying his face in Stiles’s back. “I’m sorry, dude.”

No one has actually met Old Man Hale, but everyone has met his dog.

His wolf-thing. His slavering hell-beast that is fifty times bigger than any dog should be allowed to be, with huge, razor sharp teeth and a snarl that has legit made Greenberg wet himself before. Stiles swears he’s seen its eyes glow red, when he’s gotten too close to the fence. There’s an ever-widening hole, it looks like it’s been constantly clawed at, and everyone fears for the day when it breaks through and kills them all.  

Not like that stops them from playing. They’ve only got six more months before they break up the sandlot for college, Stiles may hate Jackson with every last fiber of his being, but they’ve all been playing here way too long to give up this close to graduation—their unfriendly new neighbor is just going to have to suck it up, and then if the hell hound ever actually breaks through the old, rickety fence, they can just throw Jackson and maybe Greenberg at it and run.

Danny cups a hand over his eyes, looks up at the sky.  "Maybe we should just call it a day.“

Stiles pshaws.  They have at least an hour more of daylight, they’re on their last ball, and Stiles is totally going to go over and get it. He tugs at the bottom of his t-shirt and straightens his back. Totally. Right. He reaches back and pats Scott on the head before prying his arms off him and saying, “Tell my father I love him.”

Jared starts openly weeping, and Stiles winks at him and forces a casual saunter toward Old Man Hale’s yard.

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Camila Cabello: "Our Dreams Were Bigger Than Our Fears"

A bus. The yellow lighting of the gas station against the dark hours of midnight. Fast asleep. Silence. My head slumped over my mom’s shoulder. Her voice timid and hesitant as she stumbled through a sentence in English at the cash register. A Winnie the Pooh journal. These are the things I remember when I think of when my mom and I immigrated to America.

I was almost 7 at the time, born in Havana, Cuba. My papá is puro Mexicano and we lived back and forth between the heat of Havana and the concrete jungle of Mexico City. I didn’t realize it then, but, boy, does it hit me now. I realize how scary it must have been for them. For my mom to leave the streets of Havana where our neighbors were our friends, where we gathered every holiday to eat pork and my grandma’s rice and beans, to not hear the malecón and the heartbeat of her city pulsing with every crash of the wave. For my Dad to leave behind his four brothers and sisters, the memory of his parents, the street vendors selling the elotes con mayonesa that I would beg him to get in the mornings before school, the best friends he’d grown up with … everything. To decide to start from the ground up.

With a couple hundred dollars, the clothes on our backs, no family in the United States, and no clue of what was going to happen next, that’s exactly what we did. Like my mom said, “I don’t know where I’m going, but I can’t stay here.” And that was enough.

Why were we packing up our stuff? Why was my grandma hugging me tighter than usual? Where were we going? “We’re going to Disney World!” That’s what my Mom told me when we were crossing the border. She packed a little backpack with my Winnie the Pooh journal and my doll, and we crossed the border from Mexico to the US, seeing my Dad become an ant in the distance as he stayed behind.

Just Disney World. Whenever I have to make a decision now and I’m afraid, my mom always reminds me of that day. “That day, I knew if I thought about it, fear would make me turn back. That’s why when you’re afraid, you force yourself to jump. You don’t think, you just jump,” she says to me.

After she sat down with the immigration officer in a tiny office, we and a bunch of people from other countries with similar hopes were placed in rooms with tiny beds in them, a hotel full of these rooms. It was me and my mom and two other families in a little room waiting for somebody to come in and let us know if we were going to be granted permission to enter the US or be sent back. Some people spent days there, some spent weeks in agonizing anxiety over what the answer would be. Meanwhile, I was wondering when the heck we were going to get to Disney. We were there only a day when we finally got the news. The room bursted with joy, everybody around me clapping and hugging and screaming and crying! And me yelling out “Yay! We’re all going to Disney!” Little did I know.

Little me and my mamá ended up on a Greyhound bus to Miami that took 36 hours — that’s where I have my most vivid memories. Other stuff I vaguely remember and know from stories my parents told me years after. But I remember writing in my Winnie the Pooh journal a lot on that bus ride.

We got to Miami and moved into my grandpa’s colleague’s house who later became my godmother. My mom was a very good architect in Cuba, but when she came to America none of the degrees she earned in Cuba counted, so to make enough to keep us fed and put me into school she began stacking shoes in Marshalls and going to school at night to take courses in English, all while taking me to and from school and helping me with my homework all by herself, alone in a strange country. I can’t imagine how frustrating it must have been for her to have worked her whole life in architecture and then have it all erased when she came here.

One day, as if God was listening, two elderly Cuban women were conversing with her and told her: “Oye, tu estás muy bonita para trabajar en Marshalls. Where are you from?” My mom told her the story of how she was Cuban and she was actually an architect. You wouldn’t believe it, but the two Cuban women said they had a brother who worked in architecture and needed someone who worked in Autocad, a complicated architectural computer program. They asked her: “Do you know Autocad?” Internally, my mom was like “Autocad? What the hell is Autocad? We use pencil and paper where I’m from.” But to the ladies, she said: “Autocad? Of course. Yes, of course. I can do that.” She learned how to use the program in a week and made enough to move us out of my godmother’s house and into an apartment.

She learned fast because she literally had to in order to survive. Immigrants have one thing in common: Hunger. I don’t mean it literally, although that’s true too, but metaphorically. The hunger to do the impossible because you have no choice, because you came too damn far, because you’ve known what struggling is, and you’re not going to take an opportunity for granted. The hunger and ability to win above people with better circumstances than you simply because you want it badly enough.

Long story short, my papá came over from Mexico a year and a half later — I had a little calendar in my room counting down the days — because he couldn’t stand being away from us. He went through such hardship to cross the Mexican border and had it harder than my mom and I did, literally risking his life for his family to physically make it here. When he first came to the US, he started off washing cars in front of Dolphin Mall in the blistering Miami heat. But we kept moving on up … with the Latin community in Miami, helping each other up as we did it. Slowly and slowly my parents kept working and climbing and ended up forming a construction company together named after my sister and I. They always pushed me to focus on my studies because the whole reason we came here was so my sister and I could have better opportunities in life than they did. They said: “Money comes and goes, but your education, lo que tienes aquí (and they would point to my head while saying that), nobody can ever take that away from you.” They let me know that in order to go a good college I had to get a scholarship, so I worked as hard as I could. However — plot twist! — that didn’t quite go the way we thought it would.

You see, in 9th grade, a little girl who had never sung in front of people before asked her parents if they could take her to Greensboro, NC, to audition for a little show called The X Factor. Yikes! I had never sang in front of people before. Well, did my mom know Autocad? No. Did I know how to perform on a stage on TV? No. But I wanted it badly enough, and I learned from my family that if you work hard enough and you want it badly enough, you can do the impossible.

I was wrong about one thing. My mamá and papá did not leave everything behind, they brought it with them. My grandma still makes pork and rice and beans every holiday like she did, and my mom still feels the waves of the malecón in her heartbeat because she still feels the most at peace when she’s by the sea. My grandma and dad still get drunk and sing Luis Miguel in the kitchen. We found our favorite Taco spot in Miami (I capitalized Taco because they are that good). And whenever we find another person from our country, we freak out. “¿De qué parte?” Because we have home in us. Because we brought it with us. Every Cuban brought it with them and so we have Miami. Mexicans brought it and so we have the best Mexican food ever. The Italians brought it and so we have pizza. The Swedish brought it and we have great pop songs. The list goes on and on. And so, that’s why when I hear a bigoted, racist man with power and influence speak with anger and ill-will about immigrants, I think “what a fool.”

I am so proud to be Cuban-Mexican. This country was built on immigrants. People who were brave enough to start over. How strong we are to leave behind everything we know in hopes of something better. We are not fearless, we just have dreams bigger than our fears. We jump. We run. We swim, we move mountains, we do whatever it takes. And so next time, when anybody wants to tell you they want to build a “wall” on our border, remember behind that wall is struggle, determination, hunger. Behind that wall, could be the next cure for cancer, the next scientist, the next artist, the next drummer, the next anything they work hard enough to become!

P.S. I did end up going to Disney for the first time a year later. [source]

Muse, Chapter 1: Observance

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Muse, Chapter 1 of 6: Observance

With only one functioning eye, Genos bore witness to his majesty.

Body broken and beaten, he raised his upper torso from the rubble below him. He glanced at the bag of groceries beside him before returning his gaze to the scene before him. What ever wasn’t disintegrated on spot lay dead. Pieces of it, many of its disgusting limbs were scattered carelessly over cracked sidewalks and its blood painted crumbling, abandoned buildings. The cyborg jolted slightly, gasping soundlessly when a large hand gently placed itself upon his shoulder. The man merely tilted his head at him, lips pursed and one thick brow raised in curiosity.

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The Park Next Door

Originally posted by krystuan

So I haven’t posted/written anything on tumblr in awhile so fingers crossed this isn’t horrible. It was requested by a new lovely friend who wanted a little Jinyoungie. If you’d like to request, please send them in! I only write for GOT7 currently and I unfortunately don’t write smut. Other than that, request away! Oh. And this is a little long. I got carried away. ;) xoxo

Pairing: Park Jinyoung (Junior from GOT7) x Reader

Genre: Fluff I guess? Lol.

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The Lady of the Lake

b-boop5 submitted: 

My bday is also Sept 2! Bday smut is always a perfect gift! Thank you!

Originally posted by painfulblisss

Mmmmm birthday smut! Happiest of days, @b-boop5!! Your delicious little slice of Everlark perfection was written especially for you by the inimitable @titaniasfics. Enjoy!


The Lady of the Lake

By @titaniasfics

Summary:  The Everdeen family have been the only occupants on Lake Vivian since her grandfather built their home fifty years earlier.  However, fate brings a new neighbor to their shores. How will she adapt to this new situation?

Rated M

So many thanks to @akai-echo, for the inspiration and for prereading. All mistakes are mine.

This is my lake.

I’m exaggerating a little but not much. My family’s small house has been on this lake since my Grandfather, Emmett Everdeen, bought the land for a song and built our house along its shores.  Because it’s a small and obscure mountain lake on the outskirts of a small town, you’d think people would eventually forget that it’s there. And most have - there are only a handful of visitors from town who park at the public boat launch and go out for an afternoon of bass fishing, or the occasional troop of teenagers who will fool around along the lake’s edge, leaving wet footprints and empty beer bottles that are fastidiously cleaned up by me the very next day.  I can’t help but feel a proprietary possession towards the small lake, even though I technically don’t own anything more than the plot of land my family’s house rests on. After all, it’s only ever been the Everdeen’s cottage on Lake Vivian and town folk always treated it as ours.

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