Here’s the first part ! I recommend you read it before this part, or else it won’t make much sense.
Sorry this took like, ten million years. Thanks to everyone who messaged me and said they liked the first part, it always made my day <3
The relief only lasted so long once he realized that yes, no more old-leopard-print lady (thank god), but still there’s a date with someone. A stranger.
Jack’s barely held decent conversations with his teammates, how would a date with a stranger work?
It wouldn’t. No way.
Feeling like he’d just survived a brutal game, Jack took a few seconds to gather himself. He wiped the condensation from his forehead (he really hoped no one had noticed), slowed his breathing, let his jaw unclench. Once his fingers became steady enough he fixed the cuffs of his uncomfortably hot suit.
“Fuck it,” He shucked the jacket off entirely. It felt good until he lifted his arms- “Ugh.”
For a moment he struggled with what to do: If I wear the jacket I’m uncomfortable and sweating more, but if I don’t people can see the sweat and thats embarrassing and-
“Jack!” Someone from management tapped his shoulder, “This way, the kid is waiting on stage right.” She gave him a brief once-over, “Put on the jacket.”
With a somewhat relieved nod, he slipped the jacket back on and wished for a calmer heart-beat.
The wish didn’t come true, of course. It rarely did.
They approached the stairs leading off the stage.
This kid must like you. They bid on you. They spent money for a date-thing-whatever with you. Just smile. Act like a normal-
teachers au? where marauders + lily all work at the same school? just an idea after reading ur camp au. love ur writing lots, ur super talented x
sirius keeps making fun of james for being That English Teacher™ that makes everyone read the book because ‘sixteen year old prongs would fuckin hate you mate’
lily has pot plants on her desk but they’re always dying
it’s a school meme how often remus hits his head on low doorways
james and lily frequently argue about who has the best class while standing over their stove eating rice out of the pot
remus teaches history and james spends half his time trying to convince him to take a lunch break
someone keeps stealing james’ whiteboard markers and putting them in the photocopier and hes sure its sirius but its actually lily
peter is the I.T guy who never knows whats wrong with the internet
lily has to put a dollar in the jar every time she says how much she loves graph paper and the money goes towards, as the label says, ‘getting sirius a haircut or maybe moony a sense of style’
they all eat together in the staffroom but remus wont share his tic-tacs and james is the only one who can make lily’s tea right
Sirius is that weird substitute that you think you won’t have to do anything with and then you’re in chemistry with goggles on while he tells you to shut your eyes because this wasn’t on the instruction sheet but he did see it on mythbusters once
lily keeps going in really close to james’ face like shes going to kiss him and then at the last minute just whips out a calculator and whispers ‘embrace maths’
sirius keeps coming to remus’ class dressed as historical figures even though remus literally never asked
for their anniversary james gets a lily a bouquet of rulers and puts them in water and she stares at them forever when she walks into the kitchen. no boy has ever been as sweet as hers.
the carpet in lily’s classroom reaks of canola oil because of a terrible sirius prank that peter doesn’t let them talk about
remus hates highlighters for some reason so naturally every year james buys him an industrial pack of 200 for his birthday
sirius isn’t allowed to speak at school assemblies anymore ever since he blasted ‘gasolina’ while Al Gore’s climate change documentary silently played on the projector and no one could figure out how to turn it off
lily reads the great gatsby for james and hates every minute of it and she reminds him of this when they’re in bed and he’s hogging the covers
‘listen here bitchman i read that fucking piece of romantised toilet paper for you so give me back my fucking sheet’
You held your cheek in shock as you stared at Kimberly in front of you. You watched as her chest was breathing hard. You noticed how her eyes that were once filled with anger and frustration faded into sadness.
The security guard that worked on your office floor quickly ran up to the commotion. Your coworker, Olivia, was quick to yell at him for “Not coming fast enough” and motioned for him to take Kimberly away.
As the guard placed his hand on Kimberly, asking her to come with him, Kimberly looked at you and whispered, “I’m sorry” before she followed him to the elevators. As you watched Kimberly leave, Olivia and the rest of your coworkers were quick to check up on you. Olivia inspected your cheek while she exclaimed, “Crazy bitch! What the fuck was that? Are you okay?”
As soon as the elevator doors opened, you ran out, hoping Kimberly was still in the building. You instantly saw her walking out the doors. “Kimberly!” You shouted before you ran after her. Kimberly turned around at the calling of her name. When you finally caught up to her, she sighed. She wrapped her arms around herself. For the first time since you’ve known Kimberly, this was the fist time she ever looked vulnerable. She always walked around with such confidence and a “No shits given” attitude but as you were staring at her, all of that was gone.
Kimberly instantly saw your red cheek from where she slapped you. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to slap you like that. Especially in front of your coworkers.” Kimberly softly said as she stared at ground. You quickly shook your head. “It’s okay” You assured her before you placed your hand on her arm. “Is everything alright?”
Kimberly looked at your hand before she looked up at you. Suddenly she let out a small cry before she wrapped her arms around you, pulling you in for a hug as she cried into your shoulder. Your eyes went wide before you slowly returned the hug. You noticed the people walking by the two of you were staring and probably wondering why a girl was sobbing in another girl’s arms in the middle of the sidewalk.
“Shh. Shh. Come on. Let’s talk.” You said.
You gave Kimberly a couple of tissues before you sat down on the couch next to her. You lead Kimberly back into your office building. As the two of you were sitting down in the lobby, her sobbing stopped but her tears continued to spill. Kimberly was grabbing the ends of her hair while you mentally debated what you should say.
Kimberly was the first to break the silence. “Harry told me that you guys rekindled last night in our meeting today.”
Your cheeks went red as your mouth opened in shock. You couldn’t believe Harry would tell her something happened when you didn’t even know for yourself what was going on between the two of you. Kimberly glanced at you before looking away. “He told me how you guys reconnected at Niall’s wedding last night.”
Harry walked into the conference room with a smile on his face as he read your latest text to him. Not only was he happy he had his best friend back, he could finally tell you all the things he wanted to tell you but couldn’t because of his feelings for you. Kimberly was sitting one one side of the tableher lawyer while his lawyer was sitting on the other side. Harry looked over at Kimberly with a lopsided grin as he took his seat. “Kimberly, how are you, love?”
Kimberly was staring at Harry with her eyebrows raised. Out of all the meetings they’ve had so far with their lawyers, Harry was never this happy. This was always a serious matter and here he was acting like he was walking on cloud nine. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked as she crossed her arms over her chest.
Harry sent one last text to you before he put his phone away. “Nothing. Let’s start.”
After the meeting, both lawyers stepped aside to go over last minute decisions and details. Kimberly was picking up her purse, getting ready to leave when Harry gently placed his hand on her shoulder. Kimberly turned around to her almost ex-husband. Harry scratched the back of his neck while he thought carefully how to word what he was about to say.
“Kimberly, love, I know these meetings have been hard. It’s been tough for the both of us.” Harry said as he looked at someone he once thought he was going to spend forever with.
Kimberly nodded as she clutched on to her purse tighter against her body. Harry continued, “I just wanted to tell you that I recently got back in touch with Y/N. We were at Niall’s wedding together last night.” Harry smiled as he thought about the night you guys spent together last night. “And I just want you to know that she’s not the reason we’re getting a divorce. I just feel like we both rushed into things by getting married. We weren’t ready-”
When Kimberly heard your name, she couldn’t hear anything else. She didn’t listen to Harry’s excuse on why he asked for a divorce. She didn’t care. All she could see was red. She knew telling Y/N to stay away from Harry was a good idea. Now look what happened when Y/N didn’t listen. Harry was asking for a divorce because of Y/N. This was all Y/N’s fault.
Kimberly stared at her ring finger that once had the most beautiful ring could ever ask for. She sighed as she wiped away her tears with the sleeve of her sweater. “Harry and I…we were so happy. I only agreed to the divorce because I was hoping that Harry would somehow come to his senses and realize he was making a mistake. I was hoping that he would realize he loved me.”
You looked into Kimberly’s tearing eyes, beginning to feel nothing but guilt. Kimberly continued, “But when he told me about you coming back? I thought this was it. Harry’s going to get a divorce and be with you.” Kimberly placed her face into her hands and let out a sob. “I just feel like such a failure.”
Hesitatingly you scooted closer to Kimberly and placed your arms around her, pulling her in for a hug. Kimberly returned the hug as she continued into your shoulder.
You rubbed her back soothingly as you closed your eyes and sighed. You remembered clearly to the day that Kimberly told you to stay away from Harry. You remembered feeling so angry at her for even thinking about saying such of a thing to you. Now, as you were looking at the girl afraid she was losing her husband, you realized it wasn’t a threat; it was Kimberly’s way of crying for help.
You pulled away from the hug and held her at arm’s length. “I’m going to fix this, okay?” You pulled her in again and sighed as you hugged her. “I’m going to fix everything…”
Harry wrapped his arms from behind you as you were taking the takeout boxes out of the bag. He sighed contently as he buried his face into the crook of your shoulder.
Having Harry holding you like this should’ve made you smile. You should’ve felt butterflies in your stomach but for now all you felt was guilt and a bitter taste in your mouth. You gently shrugged Harry off as you grabbed two plates from the cabinet.
Harry proceeded to bring the boxes of food to the dining room table. “How was your day, love?” You sighed as you took your seat across from him. You stared at Harry as he began to put food on his plate. You bit your lip before you asked, “What are we doing, Harry?”
Harry paused as he was taking some rice out of the box before he continued. “We’re having dinner.” Harry said as he gave you a playful look.
You shook your head as you leaned in closer. “No. What are we doing, Harry? You’re married.” Harry stuck his finger at you as he corrected you, “Getting a divorce.”
“Yes. But still married.” You shot back. Harry sighed as he put his plate down. You glanced between his eyes and his plate. “Kimberly stopped by my office today.”
Harry’s eyes went wide before you continued, “She was in tears, Harry.” Harry sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair. You whispered, “She told me she thought you guys might still have a chance.”
Harry reached over and placed his hand on top of yours. “Love, I’m sorry that you’re in the middle of this. I’m sorry that she came and talked to you. I’ll bring that up the next meeting we have but please believe me when I say I want to pursue a relationship with you.”
You took your hand out of Harry’s hold as you got up from the table. “Is that fair when you haven’t even pursued your marriage with Kimberly?”
Harry stood up as well and began walking towards you. “Marrying Kimberly was mistake. It was stupid on my part when I knew I had feelings for you. I should’ve been all in it if I was marrying someone.”
You looked down at the floor as you wrapped your arms around yourself. “Before you knew about my feelings for you, you were all in it. You believed that you were going to be with Kimberly for the rest of your life.”
Harry opened his mouth but you were quick to say, “Because of me, I ruined someone’s marriage. I hurt Kimberly. I ruined everything for her. I’m a home wrecker.”
Harry shook his head quickly as he placed his hands on your arms. “Love, you didn’t ruin anything. Our marriage was going to end eventually.”
You shook your head. “You don’t know that.”
Harry closed his eyes momentarily. “I do know it! Because throughout my whole marriage, all I could think about was you! All I could see when I was looking at Kimberly was you! Kimberly was a distraction from you!”
As you listened to Harry’s words you couldn’t help but tear up. You have loved Harry for so long and hearing him say the words you’ve always wanted to hear; you couldn’t enjoy it. Instead your mind drifted to the girl that was crying in your arms today. You couldn’t help but think what if it was you on the other side? What if you were in Kimberly’s shoes? What if you were marrying Harry and you truly, truly thought you guys were going to be together for the rest of your life? What if deep down, Harry wasn’t happy and wanted to be with someone else?
How could you do that to someone?
Harry was staring into your tear filled eyes, trying to get an idea of what was going on in that beautiful min of yours. You looked at Harry and shook your head. “I can’t do this.”
Harry’s mouth fell open. He could hear his heart physically breaking at the thought of losing you again. “Whatever is going on between us, I can’t do it. I can’t do that to someone.”
Harry’s eyes began to fill with his own tears. “So we’re back to where we started? We’re going to go back to not talking for a whole fucking year?”
You placed your hands on Harry’s cheeks in hopes of calming him down. “I can’t go back to that. Not having you in my life was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”
Harry placed his hand on top of yours as he let out a sniff. You wrapped your arms around Harry, pulling in for a hug. He let out a shaky sigh as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “So what does this mean for us?”
You let out a chuckle as a very tanned Emma and Niall took a seat across from you. “You guys look great!” You laughed.
Emma smiled. “Hawaii was awesome! Everyone is so nice there and the food-”
“So how are things going between you and Harry?” Niall said with a smile on his face. When Niall and Emma got back from their honeymoon, they immediately wanted to catch up. You sighed as you thought about what happened a couple nights ago. After telling Harry you couldn’t be with him romantically, the two of you vowed to be what you guys knew best; best friends.
It was definitely hard. There were times when you looked at Harry and just wanted to feel of his lips on yours again. There were times where the two of you were cuddling while watching a movie and you just wanted to tell him how much you loved him but you couldn’t.
You proceeded to tell Niall and Emma everything that happened. You told them how Kimberly came into your office and slapped you, you told them how she cried in your arms in the lobby, and most importantly you told them your decision to remain friends with Harry.
When you finished talking you noticed how both Niall and Emma were quiet. Niall had his arms crossed as he stared away from you while Emma had her mouth closed. Emma shrugged her shoulders and let out a sigh, “I suppose. If this is what you want, Y/N.”
You were about to respond before Niall interrupted abruptly. “No. No Y/N. You’ve wanted Harry for years. And once you finally have the chance to be with him, you throw it away to spare someone you don’t even like? Kimberly has always been awful to you! She’s threatened you, she’s horrible to you and you respond by letting her walk all over you? No. This isn’t fair. Why does her feelings trump yours?”
You were staring at your lap as Emma softly placed her hand on top of Niall’s. “Honey, calm down.” Emma said softly.
Niall shook his head. “Y/N. You’re one of my best friends. I’ve seen you hurt for so long and I’ve seen you put others before yourself. You’re a good person, Y/N. I can’t just stand back and watch you throw your happiness away. I know, Emma knows, everyone with eyes knows that you and Harry belong together. What’s stopping you?”
You let out a sigh as you finally looked up at Niall. “I’m scared of being with Harry.”
i love hearing from you guys! let me know what you guys thought/ want to see what happens! do you feel any sympathy for kimberly? let me know!
Rice is a dietary staple for many cultures across the globe, but it is useful for so much more than just eating. Rice is also a powerful magickal ingredient, and fermented rice water even more so.
What the heck is fermented rice water?!?
Well, fermented rice water is just regular old rice water (you guessed it) fermented. Rice Water is made by soaking rice in water for several hours until all of its nutrients seep out into the water, leaving you with a product great for using on hair, nails, and even skin. When you ferment the water, you make it easier for these nutrients to permeate the skin and hair.
How to make fermented rice water:
You will need:
½ cup of any kind of rice
3 cups of water
First, rinse your rice thoroughly.“But Thyme! Won’t that rinse out some of the nutrients? I’m rinsing it and the water is turning cloudy and white!“ Actually, that’s totally okay. You haven’t been soaking the rice for long enough for nutrients to seep out. What you are seeing is dust and other impurities. Throw this water out.
Next, place your rice in a large bowl and add the three cups of water. You can leave this mixture to soak for as little as 30 minutes if you are in a rush, but I usually do it for a couple of hours. Strain out any rice when your water is a nice cloudy white and very fragrant. Congrats, you have made rice water! You can stop here if you like but if you want to ferment your rice water for added benefits, keep reading.
All you have to do now is let your rice water sit covered in a room temperature location for 24-48 hours. The warmer the room the faster it will ferment. It will smell pretty… interesting once it is done fermenting.
You can boil the fermented rice water if you wish but I don’t (because I ain’t afeared a germs) but if it freaks you out, boil it afterwards.
The fermented rice water may be too potent, so you will have to dilute it with some warm water to use directly on skin or just pour it straight into your bath.
You can store your fermented rice water for up to 7 days in a closed container in your fridge. Just watch out for mold and throw it out if it smells too funky.
Magickal Uses and Properties of Fermented Rice Water:
Fermented rice water has similar magickal properties to rice itself with some quirks. Here are some of my associations for fermented rice water:
blessings of abundance when used topically
money, plentiful riches when used topically
spiritual wealth or prosperity when used topically
fertility of crops and animals when used topically or released into the air
protection from skin conditions when used topically
bringing healing rain to the earth, can be used topically or sprayed into the air
keeping evil spirits at bay, can be sprayed like sage water or used topically
a feeling of security, like the warm embrace of a mother when used topically
beauty, to be used in glamours when used topically (on hair and skin)
Rice water is a very useful addition to any witch’s closet of goodies and is especially useful in glamours, money spells, and fertility spells. Happy casting, lovelies!
*Disclaimer: Please test your rice water on a small patch of skin before using to ensure that you will not have an allergic reaction. Rice water is considered safe for administering topically but check first. And I can’t believe I have to say this but for the love of god
don’t drink the stuff.
She’s a lesbian currently on The Voice who is turning straight songs into soft gay ones one by one. She hasn’t used any pronouns in the songs yet but she means female pronouns in her heart and it weirdly does make a difference in how you listen to it.
So if you’re feeling gay and maybe vaguely sad? Check her out.
Prompt: Sebastian meets his newest neighbor and immediately finds her to be an interesting and genuine person. Before he knows it, he’s developing feelings for his much younger friend that he tries not to act on because of their age difference, only the proximity of their lives has other things in store for the couple.
Warnings: some language
A/N: Here is the prologue to the new Sebastian series I’m starting. Please let me know what you think. I hope this is something you’re all interested in.
New York City was a much
bigger place than (Y/N) had imagined it would be. She had been living in the
city since she started her undergraduate degree but had been staying in a dorm
throughout most of those years. It wasn’t until she contemplated continuing her
education in graduate school that she actually decided it was time to find an
apartment. She didn’t want to be one of those people in her early to mid
twenties living in a dorm filled with eighteen and nineteen year-olds away from
home for the first time in their lives. After searching endlessly for a descent
place in a nice neighborhood and then a nice place in a descent neighborhood,
she was given the opportunity to teach undergraduate survey level English
courses at her university while she completed the department’s graduate
program. With the extra source of income on top of her part-time job at the
bookstore, she was able to afford rent on a nice place in a nice neighborhood;
there was just one small problem.
For a steady month an a half,
at the same time every night, without fail, the person who lived above her
watches Netflix on a volume so loud it should blow the person’s eardrums out.
At first she tried to ignore the inconsiderate individual above her, then came
anger and she started poking at the ceiling with a broomstick or standing on a
table and pounding her fist against her ceiling. After anger comes a long stint
of passive aggressiveness where she would turn her TV on equally loudly or
blast her music until she can’t hear the person above her anymore, but this
only lead to people coming to her door and complaining about the volume of her
electronics, which lead her to the most rational way to handle her problems.
Aggravated, (Y/N) stood in
a pair of loose jogger sweatpants and a cropped shirt that didn’t expose any of
her midsection. She was comfortably tasteful and would soon regret her choice
of schlump clothes. Her fist pounded against the door, begging to be heard over
what appeared to be prerecorded audience laughter. She quickly folded her arms
over her chest and started tapping her foot, her impatience growing by the
second. Just as she was about to bring her knuckles to the door again, she
heard heavy footsteps making their way toward her.
The door crept open to
reveal a tall man with thick brown hair and eyes so bright they outshines
stars. “Can I help you?” a low, articulate voice flowed from the apartment
and toward her ears.
“Um, hi,” she stated in a
rather unsteady manner. Oh, fuck! That’s
Sebastian Stan, her mind shouted as her eyes gapped at the man in
front of her. “I’m (Y/N), I just moved in below you–” the man immediately
nodded his head and offered her a small smile.
“You’re here about the
volume aren’t you?” he grumbled with a laugh.
“Guilty,” she muttered in response,
trying not to draw too much attention to the fact that her heart was pounding
in her chest.
“I wish I could tell you
there was something I could do about it, but I lost the remote and it’s one of
those stupid new televisions that don’t have any buttons,” he sighed.
“How dare technology make
TV buttons obsolete!” she scoffed, earning a small laugh from the she had
admired from afar for so long. “If you have a smart phone I can show you
how to program your phone to act as a TV remote.”
“Even if I have a Samsung
TV and an iPhone?” he asked.
“Yes,” she chuckled, “even
then.” Smiling, he stood aside and allowed the door to creep open even more.
“Please, come in,” he said
with a warm voice. “I’ve gotten complaints from everyone around me
already. I figured that the person below me would be next.”
“I tried to just ignore
it, then I started to try annoying you by doing the same thing, but that just
got me yelled at by my neighbors,” she admitted as he unlocked his phone and
handed it over to her. She quickly downloaded an app to fix all of their
problems and synced it with his television. When she handed it back to him and
pressed the volume buttons to test her skills, he couldn’t help but laugh at
“I would never have
thought to do that,” he sighed. “Thank you so much, (Y/N).”
“It’s no big deal…” she
paused, not sure if he had mentioned his name in passing or not and definitely
not wanting to seem like a creepy stalker.
“Sebastian,” he hurried to
fill in the blanks.
“It was not a problem,
Sebastian,” she finished, not being able to control the blush rising into her
“How can I repay you?” he
quickly asked as she shifted on her feet.
“The silence is a gift in
itself,” she couldn’t help but joke as another adorable smile slid across the
“Have you eaten yet?”
“Um, no?” her voice
inflected upward as he stared down at her with a breathtaking smile.
“I just ordered a mountain
of shrimp fried rice and some take-out—would you like to join me? It’s the
least I could do.” She hesitated, not wanting to shoot down his offer entirely,
but still wary about the dark realities of the world.
“I could be a serial
killer,” (Y/N) stated with a playfully dry tone in her voice.
“I’m pretty sure that
female serial killers make up less than one percent of the population so I’ll
take my chances with that,” he laughed.
“So do women who score
INTJ on the Meyers Briggs and yet you’re talking to one.” She couldn’t help
getting cocky. In a normal situation, she would be retreating back to her
apartment by now, curling up in bed and eating Chinese food alone but since
when is accidentally realizing Sebastian lived above her normal? Conversing
with him seemed almost second nature to her, as if she had done this before and
they were old friends catching up.
“I can’t force you to eat
Chinese food and watch Parks and Rec with me, but I can say that it would be
fun,” he said with a smirk on his face. (Y/N)’s heart started racing; is…is he flirting with me right now?
“You’re watching Parks and
Rec tonight? Hell yeah, I’ll stay,” she smirked at him as he grinned and shook
his head at her while laughing.
“Tonight? What do you mean
tonight?” he huffed through his fake insulted expression.
“I’ve been here for almost
two months and you’ve yet to actually binge watch a single show,” she accused.
“That’s because I lost my
remote, remember,” he said with a laugh as he waved his phone. She couldn’t
help but smirk as his large blue eyes widened from their banter. “Are you
in or not?” he asked, changing the subject.
“I don’t want to impose
on you and your home,” she stated more honestly and her timid nature returning.
“I promise you, (Y/N), it
would be a pleasure.” Something about his voice and his smile made it
impossible to turn down such a generous offer and she agreed.
Five episodes into Parks
and Rec along with their mutual hunger and agitation toward slow delivery led
(Y/N) and Sebastian to enter a state of friendliness neither of them really
reached upon knowing someone for roughly two hours. Maybe their more outgoing
natures were the result of drinking a few beers on empty stomachs, or maybe it
was a connection between the two that neither of them wanted to address that
made things like awkward conversational pauses and the occasional difficulty
they each faced in starting a conversation disappear.
“Gosh damn it, Sebastian!”
(Y/N) huffed as Sebastian flopped onto the couch beside her dropping his heavy
legs onto her as she sat cross-legged on the couch. He couldn’t help the loud
chuckle that escaped his lips. “What’s so funny?” she grumbled and
narrowed her eyes playfully at him.
“You curse like Robin in
the nineteen sixty-six Batman movies,” Sebastian continued to laugh as (Y/N)
shoved his feet from her lap. “Golly Gee Willickers, Batman.”
“Oh, really,” she huffed
and tossed a decorative pillow toward the man across from her on the
couch. “Shut the fuck up! How’s that for cursing?” Sebastian continued to
laugh at her as her eyebrows narrowed in on him and her lips pursed.
“I think you just don’t
look frightening enough,” he said while turned his body to face hers.
“And you’re so menacing,” she huffed with a smirk,
glad to see his goofy grin still plastered on his face. Just as he was
about to pull a blanket over his feet, there was a knock at the
door. “Finally, our food!” They called out. (Y/N) jumped and followed him
to the door, lingering in his kitchen as he opened the door to tip the delivery
driver. A huge gasp caught her attention and she quickly turned toward the men
in the doorframe.
America’s best friend!” the man’s voice was slurred as he stammered his
statements. “You’re Sebastian Stan.”
(Y/N)’s eyes widened and
she turned her back to the door in hopes that she could pretend she hadn’t
heard what just happened, only to hear the door click closed behind her and
Sebastian’s deflated voice engulf the room.
“I’m so sorry about that,”
he said as he passed by (Y/N) to place each of the containers of food on the
“Does that happen a lot?”
she asked quickly trying to play it off.
“More than I’m comfortable
with,” he sighed. “Why, are you going to start acting weird around me
now?” She could see the apprehension in his eyes as he waited for her answer.
Of course at the beginning of the night she thought it was weird to just
casually hang out with your favorite celebrity, but she knew that making it
weird would cause the situation to not exist, which she didn’t want to happen.
“Why would I start acting
weird around you?” she asked while quickly filling up her bowl with fried rice
“Because I’m Sebastian
Stan and that’s apparently a big deal,” he sighed, conflicted that her knowing
who he was would hinder whatever friendship was forming.
“Slow down there,” she
said as she tried to swallow a mouthful of food. “Not everything’s about
you now. Remember who you’re talking to: less than one percent of the
population.” (Y/N) felt the corners of her lips curl into a smirk as Sebastian
smiled across the couch at her.
“That you are,” he said in
a low sultry tone he had hoped she didn’t hear. (Y/N) was truly a genuine
person and he was thrilled to have met her. Her ability to make him feel like
just another guy, someone without millions of Instagram followers, someone
who’s life isn’t constantly under a microscope, someone normal is something he had
been looking for in another person for a long time. For a while he thought he
could find that solace in another person in his field of work. Surely they
would be able to understand the crazy life he lived and want the same things in
a partner: stability, generosity, a grounded sense of mind. Unfortunately
seeking romance with another actor only furthered the media exposure of the
relationship rather than allowing them to have their own lives with one
“Besides, I knew who you
were the second you opened the door.”
“Well someone is a
stalker,” he teased through bites of rice.
“You know who else is a
stalker?” she asked in reply, causing his eyebrows to move individually—one up
and one down.
“The delivery guy?” he
questioned while staring across the couch at the girl who sat with her knees up
on her chest, resting a bowl between her knees.
“Serial killers,” she said
and then winked. “Maybe living beneath you was all apart of my plan.”
“I’d gladly have you
beneath me,” he said, intending to sound menacing and creepy but instead coming
across as horny and creepy. “Fuck! That’s not what I meant!”
“That was a Freudian slip
if I ever heard one,” (Y/N) started to laugh as Sebastian nudged her with his
foot beneath the blanket they shared. He knew that it was much too early to be
thinking of romance with the girl that came up to his floor to yell at him for
his broken TV, but the feeling in his heart as the pair tossed their banter
from one person to the other was so light hearted, like the onset of puppy love
turning into a crush.
There was something about
(Y/N) that was so open and kind that he knew he could trust her, despite her
constant joking about being a lunatic, and he held onto that feeling the entire
night until it was time for her to return to her floor and go to bed. “Wait,”
Sebastian called as he hurried toward (Y/N) who was standing at his front door.
He quickly shoved his phone into her hands and said probably the lamest line
intended as flirtation in the history of love: “You know, incase I need someone
to watch my house.” Thankfully she was understanding and kind enough to put her
number in his phone and quickly text herself from his device before going back
to her apartment and turning in for the night.
As (Y/N) curled up in bed,
she heard a steady thud! thud! from
above her and then her phone lit up with a message.
Seb Stan:That was me!
Trying not to laugh too
loudly, she grabbed a prop light saber she got from Disneyland years ago and
stretched her arms toward the ceiling of her bedroom, hitting it with the base
of the prop.
Summary: *REQUESTED* You find out that your boyfriend has been cheating on you and you leave him. Almost a year later, he realizes that he hasn’t quite gotten over you and he tries to get you back.
It’s snowing, you thought, as you walked to the restaurant to meet your boyfriend. The snow fell slowly, but surely, coating the sidewalks powdery white. A chill went down your spine. The snow had been unexpected and, this morning, in your haste, you’d forgotten to wear a hat. Drops of snow landed on your head, the cool moisture seeping through to your scalp.
A/N: I’ve been obsessed with this song for a while and listening to it just sparked the idea for this piece. It’s not so much an AU as it is a few years in the future and I wanted to explore the friends with benefits dynamic with Peter Parker because it seems out of character for him but not impossible. I actually started writing this a few months ago but didn’t get around to finishing it until 3am this morning. Hopefully it turned out okay!
Parker and I went to the same high school and were sort of friends but really
only became close once we started university. We had a few classes together,
being in the same program and all, so I was glad to see a familiar face in the
intimidating large classes full of people who were just as smart, if not
smarter than us.
is tough, especially when you’re constantly trying to keep the city a safe
place all the while keeping your GPA up. Classes being much more fast-paced
than high school took a toll on him. He was so busy that he started falling
behind on some of the course material which is when we started studying
together a lot. I helped him catch up, he learned quick. He was really good at
problem solving and understanding complex math problems, so we helped each
other out. With all the time we spent together on breaks, taking turns grabbing
coffees and muffins for each other before a class or work, not to mention hours
of studying, we became pretty close.
Help needed: I need money for food, and bills (starving and being homeless)
There’s a high chance and risk that me and my family is going to starve to death, and become homeless..Back in Janurary- February of this year we were almost close to being homeless, but we moved and my mom got a new job and it got better for a while…Until now, our gas has been turned off and looks like our electricity will too. The rent for the new apartment is too much, and we have no where else to go if we get kicked out. As well as my mom has been focusing on paying for the house, all of her money mostly goes to the bills, my 2 little sisters and i have been surviving on potatoes, and just rice…However it’s running out alreday an d fast…A 2-3 days worth of food and then it’s going to run out…My mom is doing her best to feed us, but she has barely any money to spare for food..I don’t want to starve to death and so doesnt my little sisters,..If you can’t donate money, it would be appreciated if you can reblog this so others who can, can help donate some cash for me and my family..None of it will be spent carelessly….Even a dollar will help..
My paypal: email@example.com
If you don’t want to send me free money, i draw, also! For examples of my art go to @karawithagun Sketches are $5 dollars, full drawings are $15!!
Pairing: Mark x reader (there’s a lot of Donghyuck in this one sorry) Genre: highschool!au, fluff , a tittle of angst Warnings: none Word count: 5,425
“Ah, please.” your best friend, and perhaps your only real friend other than this girl that sat next to you in class, Donghyuck whined, stomping on the marbled floor of the school hallway while tugging at your wrist. “You’re such a party pooper.” he pouted and let go off your wrist leaving it to hang against your side.
“You know I don’t like parties.” you pressed. A wallflower is what people would describe you as but you chose to describe yourself as just really shy. Throughout your childhood you didn’t make friends easily and the only friendship you had maintained through the years was with Donghyuck.
The first meeting with him happened when you were five years old, your young jovial self building castles on the sand. Until they came crumbling down under the sole of someone’s shoe. You had looked up and were met with the devilish gaze of a boy with chubby cheeks looking down at you. It was only a matter of seconds before you were bawling, your tearstreaked face was a deep red and you were throwing handfuls of sand at the boy towering over you. That was enough for Donghyuck to start crying too and the whole situation suddenly had turned into a competition of who could cry the loudest. Up until his mother intervened and made Donghyuck apologize to you and help you rebuild your castle.
You know that "who you should fight" meme? Could you do a BSD version of it, if it's not too much to ask?
(Ngl this may be the best thing I’ve ever answered)
WHO YOU SHOULD FIGHT
Atsushi: You win(?)
Walk right up to him and beat the ever-loving shit of him. He’ll apologize to you. An easy fight, just don’t slip in any tasteless orphan jokes, it’ll have the opposite effect intended and he’ll take you the fuck out with the pure intent to prove he’s worthy. You could beat him but the psychological weight of crushing someone so innocent will ensure that you never feel right again. Fight him if you have no soul.
Dazai: You lose
He’ll turn the whole affair into a big joke. If you, by some stroke of luck, actually hit him, he’ll probably just say ‘harder daddy’. The psychological effects of brawling Dazai will be devastating either way. DO. NOT. FIGHT.
Ranpo: You win
Honestly, it’s hardly worth your time. He hasn’t eaten anything but chocolate cake and cheap lollipops for the last six years, not to mention any form of physical exercise. He’s got pale-ass noodle arms and a muffin top (don’t believe the official art’s lies. The bitch eats solely from a candy shop and looks like he just topped off a cycling session with Jillian Micheals? Get the fuck out). Just don’t bring a Jolly Rancher shiv because he’ll eat the damn thing. Undoubtedly fight, just be prepared to book it like a fucking librarian after you knock him out because the rest of the ADA will come after you.
Look, fourteen’s a shitty age even when you’re not dealing with pressing morality crises.There is nothing Kyouka wants more in this world than to dial herself, let Demon Snow rip and raise her kill count to thirty seven. But all you gotta do to keep her at bay is debate on morality like Matthew fucking Murdock in Netflix’s Daredevil. If you can successfully hold her back with discussion on ethics (and how hers will be jack-shit if she slaughters you) you have a slim chance of victory. A great fight if you need to practice for speech class.
Kunikida: You lose
You might think victory’s as simple as tossing his notebook in a nearby water fountain and watching him flip a lid, but this is an absolutely awful tactic and the inside of your head will be decorating the sidewalk in mere milliseconds. He beats Dazai’s band-aid wrapped flanks on the daily and he won’t hesitate to destroy yours. If you fight, at least your cause of death can be listed as ‘blonde beefcake’s rippling biceps’.
Kenji: You win
Just feed him a few bowls of Spaghetti-o’s before you deck him and the little blonde bitch won’t stand a chance. You can smack him back into the cultist backwater rice paddies he crawled out of easy as smacking a crippled fly. A perfect fight for abusing a fourteen year old without getting into too much trouble.
Fukuzawa: You lose
You might think you could dress up in a kitty costume and sneak up to him. And you could. It would be easy, in fact. He’s so focused on the cuteness he won’t notice any maliscious intent. Despite this his reflexes are simply too quick and he’ll still take you the fuck out when you make your move. A bad fight from all angles. You’ll have to fend off his adopted, dysfunctional ADA children too. Just don’t.
Akutagawa: Depends (99.5% losing chance. risky.)
Yeah, you’re fucked. Akutagawa won’t even wait until you initiate, he’ll be the one attacking you, probably over something minor and stupid like the color of your pants is personally offensive. Rashomon will be slicing and dicing you into a smoothie for cannibals before you know what hit you. The only way you make it out alive is if by some stroke of luck Dazai happens to be in a one hundred mile radius and Akutagawa’s senpai-radar starts going off. Fight only if you bring My Chemical Romance vinyls to punt at him; they’re his biggest weakness .
Chuuya: Depends (99.75% losing chance. Cross thy fingers and pray)
Facing Chuuya is a bigger risk than that board game. He’s practically impervious to all close-up melee and he’s too small of a target to be hit with anything from afar. You might think you’d have a fighting chance if you knocked his hat off; after all, that’s basically all he is. A hat rack prone to alcoholism. But that fury will only make him stronger and he’ll crush you like you’re a cum-covered Dazai body pillow. As with Akutagawa your only glimmer of hope for survival is if bandage-kun happens to be close by because Chuuya will prioritize and leave your now crippled ass in the dust that he punted you in. Only fight while intoxicated. (Both of you. Not just him. It’s more fun that way. Much like Turkish oil wrestling but with more gravity.)
Mori: You lose
If you want to fight him you’ve obviously got a death wish and I’m not going to stop you. There’s easier ways to go though, man. Easier ways. His expression won’t even change when he whips out that scalpel (I don’t believe that man’s ever been to medical school) and filets you like a fresh caught tuna, on its way to a B-rated fast food join. Your body’s gonna get left on the pavement for the stray dogs. (No, I’m not gonna finish that joke. Low hanging fruit. I have some dignity.) If you want to die that bad, just go see if Dazai will suicide with you. It’ll be significantly less painful
Elise: I fucking dare you
I mean, you probably could take her out, she’s like seven. Mori will let her play skip rope with your small intestine after she’s recovered. Rest In Peace if you even consider it.
Kouyou: You lose
I don’t know what would inspire you to be so stupid. She’ll just let out a dignified little chuckle and shove that umbrella sword so far up your ass you’ll be tasting acid rain for months, and she’ll do it all in the most ladylike way possible. Unless you’re ready for your innards to end up in a teapot, served with chocolate-coated orange wafers at tea break, just don’t fight.
He’s fucking dead. What are you gonna do, kick his headstone, maybe plant some weeds over his grave? Just don’t mention the burnt orphan soup, or he’ll literally rise and put you in his coffin instead. If you’re willing to dabble into necromancy, knock yourself (or him, in this case) out.
I get why you’d want to fight him, I really do. He looks like a miniature Cruella Deville on an acid trip. But you just don’t have a chance. Hit him. Go ahead. As soon as you so much as brush him he has the power to destroy your shit like it’s never been destroyed before. Will annihilate you from the inside out. The deadliest emo thirteen year old there’s ever been; avoid at all costs!!!
Higuchi: You LOSE
You might think you have a chance because she doesn’t have an ability. But you’re gravely mistaken. Higuchi is bitter. Higchi is ruthless. Higuchi does not give a fuck about anything other than getting Emotagawa-senpai to notice her. She has nothing, nothing to lose and she will not rest until she’s pulling your tonsils through your asshole in the hopes that Akutagawa will give her a thumbs-up for slaughtering you. DO NOT fight. She stands to lose nothing and gain everything.
Hawthorne: You lose
You might think that you’d have a fighting chance because he’s a priest and priest’s aren’t supposed to wreck people’s shit but he will see your sins and you won’t even see him coming. Try to punch him his ability is literally activated by injuries. Knocks you out with a psalter hymnal and ships you off to Bible camp while you’re unconscious. Only fight if you have never sinned, not once, ever.
If you’re from the city he’ll destroy you. Farm boys always tear apart city people no questions asked. If that fact doesn’t dissuade you then just prepare yourself not to be freaked the fuck out when he jack-knifes his own neck and starts sprouting flora. As long as you keep your cool you’ve got a 30/70 chance. Only fight if you bring a metric fucktonne of weed killer.
Poe: You win (biggest douchecanoe award, but that’s about it)
Physically, sure, you could sneeze within fifty feet of his pasty ass and take him down. But really? Do you really want to hurt him? He’ll stare right into your soul with those sad, sad eyes and wonder just what he did to inspire such bitterness in you. If you can still fuck him up after that then you’d best kiss your spirit goodbye because it’s descending to the seventh level of fiery hell as you read this. Plus, honestly, there’s no true triumph against a man whose best bud is a raccoon. That’s just too rad. If you can deal with the pressing moral consequences and a pissed off raccoon, go for it. (You monster).
Mitchell: You win
All you have to do is push her hospital bed down the stairs and pretend it was an accident. Her comatose ass can’t do a thing to stop you. Fight if you’re ready to run from angry hospital staff.
Fitzgerald: You lose
You know, this sentient sack of Benjamins deserves it, in all honesty, but don’t try. Him and his power suit will kick you into the next millennia before you can say ‘old sport’. Prepare to be crushed by capitalism.
Melville: You win
He’s like eighty and his ability’s a goddamn floating whale. As long as you don’t throw down at Sea World, you’re good. Fight as long as you’re not in front of an assisted living facility; the CNAs will think he’s a resident and defend him.
Attack him while he’s trying to nap and he’ll be too lazy to get up. Otherwise… yeah, just google ‘Cthulhu’. You’ll get the idea. Don’t fight: there’s no beating weaponized tentacle porn.
Montgomery: You lose
Go right ahead and try, she’ll whisk you away to her Melanie-Martinez ass torture dimension and let Anne mop the floor with your teeth. It’s kind of like challenging God. Unless you want to spend eternity in an unsexy rip-off of the 50 shades Red Room, DO. NOT. ENGAGE.
Twain: You win
Twain’s all talk, anybody that walks around with their titties hanging out 24/7 is definitely trying to distract from something. In this case he’s trying to fool people into thinking he’s not a dictionary-definition pussy. Rip the heads off his muppet babies and he doesn’t even have an ability anymore, the schmuck. Fight when you’re looking for a quick self-esteem boost.
Alcott: You win
This poor woman does not deserve to be tortured anymore than she already is by the weight of her own social awkwardness, but if you really insist: make a derogatory comment and she’s basically down for the count already, no physical contact necessary. If you really want to dominate, just steal her glasses and she instantly morphs into a significantly less foxy Velma Dinkley. Also significantly less prone to self defense. An A-1 fight for when you’re looking to cement residency in Hell.
You would think his beanpole ass would be an easy target. You’d be wrong, though. So very wrong. He’s been chugging tomato juice like it’s his job for the past forever and he’s got a snazzy pair of handcuffs he’s just dying to break out. If you sabotage basic safety features on his car, though, he’s a goner. Just sneakily unbuckle his seat belt while he’s driving and you’ve basically defeated him right then and there. A good fight for practicing strategic tactics and subtle vehicle vandalism.
Fyodor: You lose
Just ask A how that one turned out. Actually, ask anyone in the manga what throwing down with Fyodor entails. (Unless you only watch the anime, then just wait for the season three that we’re probably not getting) He’ll escort you personally to the gates of hell with a flick to your forehead. Then he’ll step right over your still-warm corpse and start playing the cello with that unnecessarily wide leg-spreadage. Mess with this sentient ushanka hat and he’ll uSHANKa you.
Did I ever tell you peeps about the Mystery of the Handbags? I don’t think I did.
Last December, someone left a plastic grocery bags of small gothy handbags hanging from my doorknob. No note, no one sent me a text or email, just a bag of gothy handbags. I asked my friends, and none of them had any idea who the mystery purse elf was.
(A few of them suggested that my Goth Force Field was so strong at this point, gothy accessories just materialized out of thin air for me. If that’s the case, mysterious bags of Fluevogs can start appearing on my porch ANY DAY NOW.)
Why did I remember this story now? Because I went upstairs to the Storage Room o’ Doom to check the size of a different handbag, in the hopes that it would fit my absolute essentials, but be small enough that I wouldn’t be tempted to pack in extra things Just In Case. And there, sitting on the Anne Rice shelf of the upstairs bookcase, one of the Mystery Handbags. Which I had forgotten about, and certainly hadn’t left on the Anne Rice shelf. It turns out that Mystery Handbag is the sort of size I was looking for.
My life is weird, and frequently runs on Serendipity Overdrive.
This is something people either seem to have known about forever, or they find the concept so weird that when you mention it they just look at you funny and back away slowly.
Slice up some apples, grab some peanut butter, and use the apple wedges to scoop up the peanut butter. There’s a bit of an art to manipulating the peanut butter, but it’s one worth mastering because omnomnomnomnom.
a potato, wash it if you need to. Stab a bunch of holes in the top or
slice a cross halfway through it. Microwave on high for a few minutes
then stab it with a knife to see if it’s soft inside, it’s different
depending on the size of the potato and the power of the microwave.
Once you know the rough time, you can just do that.
- vegan butter/marg, hummus, crushed garlic or garlic salt, cashew
cream cheese, brewers/nutritional yeast, chopped fresh chives or spring
onion, the list goes on
Instant couscous like you can get in most supermarkets is super quick and easy to make. It tastes like pasta (because it’s made of the same stuff), and you can flavour it however you want.
Boil water, pour a cup of boiled water for every half cup of couscous, leave it for a couple of minutes, add a pinch of salt if you want, and fluff it up with a fork.
For flavourings (if you want them) you could just add a dab of vegan butter or margaraine, a teaspoon of mustard, or a splash of whatever stirfry, curry, or pasta sauce you have in the cupboard.
Instant noodles are awesome. The instant noodle cups are rough on the environment, so I try to avoid the ones with the styrofoam cups at least, or use noodles you can cook on the stove or in the microwave instead.
Sometimes finding your preferred noodles that don’t use animal unfriendly oil can be a bit of a challenge, but they’re out there! And there’s a whole range of noodles to choose from that cook almost as quickly as the instant variety (my favourite are these awesome ones made from sweet potato starch that are so springy you could use them for slingshots if you weren’t busy nomming them because they’re AMAZING with peanut sauce).
The flavour options can vary too. I’ve come across a fair few ‘chicken’ noodle packets that were accidentally vegan. If you just got plain noodles, or you’re mixing it up a little, here’s some of the easy sauces I like to use.
Sweet chilli sauce - make sure you drain the noodles for this one
Soy sauce - combined with sweet chilli sauce it’s really frickin’ good. You can drain the noodles or keep the water, either’s good.
Veggie stock - one cube to a cup of noodles (with water)
Barbecue sauce - just a little bit sweetens the noodles up nicely. Drain the noodles.
Peanut butter and soy sauce - A tablespoon of peanut butter, a splash of soy sauce, heat in the microwave (to melt the peanut butter) or stir straight through hot drained noodles, nommy. Add a bit of chilli if you like it spicy.
Frozen mixed veggies will also cook in roughly the same time as the noodles so long as they’re small, if they’re bigger, just put them in a few minutes earlier and then add the noodles to the boiling water.
You might find you like nuts and seeds in noodles, I prefer them in noodle dishes with thicker, more complex sauces, but that’s a personal preference.
Small TVP chunks will cook in roughly the same time as the noodles, and they flavour easily.
Sandwich type constructions
The humble sandwich. Cultures all around the world have developed technology to wrap some kind of delicious bread type scaffolding around other types of deliciousness. Pita pockets, Tortillas, Bagels, Burgers, Subs, the list goes on.
Some easy things to stuff in your bread type scaffolding:
Fresh tomato slices, fresh Basil (optional), and hummus. It’s super simple and it’s delicious. Also great toasted.
Banana sandwiches. I don’t know if this is a New Zealand thing only or what, but seriously, dry bread, or margaraine, or whatever, and banana slices. That’s all. It’s divine.
Avocado and tomato. With a sprinkle of salt and a splash of lemon juice if you’ve got it. Also fabulous toasted.
Tabbouleh. If you can get it easily ready made from the supermarket, this goes great on any kind of bread related construct. Also goes fabulously with hummus.
Falafel. Microwave a few spoonfuls for a minute or two, add to bread, add tomato sauce, barbecue sauce, mustard, hummus, whatever. Devour.
Cracker type things
There’s all kinds of crunchy crispy nommy things out there - rice or corn cakes, rice crackers, water crackers, the list goes on.
Stuff to put on them or dip them in
Peanut butter - surprisingly nommy on corn/rice cakes
Hummus - unsurprisingly nommy on everything
Fresh tomato (awesome with fresh basil)
Olives - There’s two kinds of people in this world. The ones who love olives, and the unlucky ones who don’t have the joy of olives in their lives.
Sliced banana - especially good on rice/corn cakes
Sticks, chips and dips
Stuff to dip with -
Toasted pita bread
Mini spring rolls (raw or cooked)
Stuff to dip in -
Hummus - it comes in a million flavours
Pesto (just need to find a vegan one, or make your own :) )
Salsa - home made or store bought
Sweet chilli sauce
Much like the humble sandwich, perhaps even pre dating it, we like to put stuff on bread, all kinds of bread.
Peanut butter - seriously. Just go buy some peanut butter and eat it
Bananas - yep, sliced bananas on toast is amazing.
Fresh tomato - Add salt, pepper (if you like it), and it’s divine
Avocado - mashed on toast with a fork, a pinch of salt, and some lemon juice, it’s divine.
Marmite - So about half the western world will know what I’m talking about. The rest will be dazed and confused. Google it. It’s awesome. Half of you will instantly hate it. Half of you will become helpless addicted to the magnificent mountain of b vitamins that is marmite. Also related to vegemite.
Baked beans - Heat em up, pile em on.
They’re cheap, they’re crunchy (cept for the giant soft ones, which are awesome in their own right), and they’re little edible bows. what more could you want? They’re usually vegan friendly, but it’s worth checking the bag just in case.
Yep. Grab some veggies, I quite like cauliflower and broccoli, put them in a covered microwave safe bowl and heat on high power for a couple of minutes. Then add whatever sauces you like (there’s a whole bunch listed here)
If you don’t have a microwave or don’t want to use one, just add about two cm (just under an inch) of water to a pot, add the veggies and cover. Bring to the boil on high heat, let it boil for a couple of minutes, then drain the water and the veggies should be cooked and nicely crisp.
What recipes can I make in only a pot or pan with inexpensive ingredients? (Btw I love your blog)
Hey Anon! Thank you for the kind words :D
For inexpensive staples you should look into stocking:
Rice - one big bag can last usually 2 or more months but its worth the investment Sugar - one bag can last a while Beans - I’m looking at dried as they’re less expensive than canned, but you can buy a small bag a week if you want. Vinegar - For most recipes I’d recommend Red wine or Apple Cider vinegar, but white can work as well. A large bottle isn’t too pricey and will last a while.
Inexpensive ingredients can range, but my usual go-to when I’m budgeting my meals more are these: Lentils (dried is less expensive then cans) Another type of beans (chickpea, Kidney, Black-eyed) Cooking Onion (you can usually buy a bag for $2 and they last a month) Garlic Tomato Mushrooms Cabbage Carrots Soy sauce and or hot sauce
Using these ingredients you can make a few different recipes.
These are my own, and based on what I’ve made in the past. I don’t now your access to spices, and spices can be quite expensive so I’ll leave them as optional, however flavour will be better with spices.
Vegetable Stock Veggie stock is super easy to make, and requires your veggie scraps, a pot and a freezer. For me, it saved me about $3 a week. Although seeming like a small amount, that’s ~$156 a year.
As you cook more, you can cut off the ends of the veggies (such as the tops of carrots, the ends of broccoli or mushrooms, the skins of garlic or onion). Rather than throwing them out, you can store these ends in a bag or container and collect them in the freezer. when your container is full, put them in a pot and cover with water. Add any herbs (oregano, Thyme, Bay) and salt and pepper to taste. Bring your pot to the boil and then reduce to a simmer. Cook for 25-35 minutes. Once done, drain the broth into a bowl, you can just try to pour it carefully or if you have a strainer to use, drain it through the strainer. Discard the boiled veggie scraps. You can store the broth in the fridge for up to 4 days or the freezer for up to 5 months.
Lentil Cabbage Soup If you have been collecting veggie scraps or have some homemade veggie stock available to you you can easily make this dish. Its a quick, light meal that you can also add cooked rice to if you desire.
½ cup sliced Cabbage 1/3 cup lentils (or another bean) - pre-cooked 1 clove minced Garlic Pepper and salt to taste 2 cups Vegetable stock 1 tsp soy sauce or hot sauce ½ cup cooked rice (optional)*
Bring your veggie stock to a boil with the pepper and garlic. Mix in the hot sauce or soy sauce. Taste and add salt to your preference. Add the lentils and if using rice, spoon the rice out into a bowl. Add your cabbage to the soup and cook for 1-2 minutes. Once the cabbage is cooked, pour into the bowl over rice(if using) and enjoy!
*You can use rice, pasta or quinoa for this recipe
Red beans and rice Assuming you have invested in a large bag of rice to use for the month, this is a great protein packed starch to have along side veggies.
1 Cup rice 1 ¾ cups water ½ cup red beans or lentils ½ cup chopped tomato Salt to taste
If using white rice and pre-cooked lentils/beans, add the rice and tomato to a pan with your salt. Add 1 ¾ cups of water and bring to the boil. once at the boil, reduce to medium heat and cook for 15-18 minutes. At the 13 - 15 minute mark, add your beans/lentils and continue cooking. Once the water has boiled away, fluff your rice.
If using brown rice
pre-cooked lentils/beans, add the rice and tomato to a pan with your salt. Add 2 ½ cups of water and bring to the boil. reduce to medium heat and cook for 25 - 30 minutes.
At the 23 - 25 minute mark, add your beans/lentils and continue cooking. Once the water has boiled away, fluff your rice.
You can also add Mexican chili spice or paprika to the rice to add flavour.
Cabbage Rolls This recipe will use most of the ingredients listed above, and can be used to make lunches or dinners for a while. The lentil filling will last in the fridge for half a week to 5 days.
Cabbage - take off the leaves and use the largest outside leaves for this recipe 1 ½ Cup Lentils (cooked) 1 medium Tomato diced (or ½ large tomato) 2-3 Sliced Mushroom ½ diced Onion 2 cloves Garlic, minced 1 tsp soy sauce or hot sauce (different flavour depending on what you add) 1 cup water Pepper and Salt to Taste Recommended but not required - 1 tsp Mexican chili spice, 1/2 tsp ginger or ginger powder
Bring a pot of water to a boil, in this pot you will be blanching the cabbage leaves. This will help wrap the filling in the cabbage leaves without the rolls coming undone or being too bitter. Submerge a few leaves at a time and cook for 1 to 3 minutes. Set the cabbage leaves aside and begin working on the filling.
For the filling Have the lentils cooked ahead of time or use a 400ml can of lentils for this. In your pan, add a few TBS of water or vegetable stock instead of oil to cook your Onion and mushroom. Add the onion and mushroom to the pan and cook on medium heat for 5 minutes or until soft. Add the garlic and any spices you’re using excluding Salt. This includes soy sauce or hot sauce(I’d recommend Sriracha). Add your tomato and ½ the extra water. After 7-10 minutes add the Lentils. If your pot is drying out, add more water to the pot as you cook. Since you’re not using oil, the risk of your dish sticking is higher so you want to keep a layer of water/sauce in the pot while cooking. Cook for 10 -13 minutes, and keep adding water up to the 8 minute mark. Once the filling starts looking like a saucy ‘meat like’ filling you can take it off the heat.
Spoon your filling into you cabbage leaves and roll them up. You can store the filling on its own and make up blanched leaves or store the full rolls for almost a week.
Cole Slaw This is a simple oil and vinegar dressed coleslaw,
1 cup Cabbage - Cut into thin strips ½ cup Carrot - cut into thin strips
¼ cup vinegar 1tsp sugar Salt and pepper to taste 1 clove diced Garlic Optional (but reccomended) 2TBS Olive or peanut oil
Prepare the dressing first, using the Vinegar, Salt, pepper, sugar, garlic and Oil. (note: The oil makes this recipe more palatable, but its not required. This dressing is to wilt down the cabbage and carrot and add some acid to the recipe).
Cut up your carrot, and cabbage. Add to a bowl with your vinegar dressing and let rest for 15-20 minutes or until the cabbage wilts. This can be stored for 1 - 1 ½ week.
Lentil Slaw This is a little off the beaten path, but a nice no-cook meal like the cole slaw above.
1 cup Cabbage - Cut into thin strips ½ cup Carrot - cut into thin strips ½ cup lentils (cooked) Optional - 1/2 cup Diced Tomato
¼ cup vinegar 1tsp sugar Salt and pepper to taste 1 clove diced Garlic Optional (but reccomended) 2TBS Olive or peanut oil
Prepare the dressing first, using the Vinegar, Salt, pepper, sugar, garlic and Oil. (note: The oil makes this recipe more palatable, but its not required. This dressing is to wilt down the cabbage and carrot and add some acid to the recipe). I highly recommend Apple Cider vinegar or Red Wine vinegar for this recipe but you can use white vinegar.
Cut up your carrot, and cabbage. Add to a bowl with your vinegar dressing and let rest for 15-20 minutes. Prepare your lentils and diced tomato (if using). You can add an extra bulb of garlic to your lentil mix if wanted.
Once the Cabbage is wilted, mix in your lentils (and tomato if using). Once mixed you can serve.
———————————————————————————————————– One little note - Most of these recipes I do by sight, so I’ve never written them out until now. The ratios may need a little tweaking when you make them so taste as you go. I tend to eat low salt, low sugar so my taste is very different from the average westerner.
This turned out to be a lot longer than intended. For all the Nessian lovers out there, like myself. Enjoy. ;)
Also, I’m thinking about doing a part two….Let me know what you think!
“Order for Cassian!”
Cassian shot to his feet and hurried to the counter. “Thank you, Lea.”
“Of course, Commander,” the young High Fae smiled, handing Cassian his bag. She was Cassian’s favorite at Orla’s Bakery and Café. Not that he didn’t enjoy the others’ company, but Lea always had a bright smile and an innocence that reminded him of himself so many years ago. “How is she?”
“Good, good,” Cassian nodded, leaning his elbows on the counter. “She’s a tough woman. However, bed rest is not her friend.”
“I wouldn’t imagine so,” Lea laughed. “Let her know we’re thinking about her and we miss her around here.”
“Will do!” Cassian grabbed the bag off the counter, and gave the girl a wink before he rushed out the door.
The sun was high and bright in the early afternoon sky of Velaris. Cassian loved the season of Summer fading into Fall, the air was becoming crisp and the leaves on the trees were beginning to turn bright shades of red and yellow.
He had stopped at Orla’s on the way home from training with Rhysand and Azriel, knowing it was one of the only places Nesta had been craving lately. He had sensed her agitation through the bond, her frustration. He decided he’d do them both a favor, and drop into his favorite restaurant.
He sensed her despair before he walked through the front door.
“Nes?” he asked, closing the door softly behind him. Sweetheart? Where are you?
A sniffle. Upstairs.
Cassian took the stairs two at a time, and braced himself as he entered their bedroom. She was lying in bed, just as she was when he left early that morning. Bat, their golden retriever, was resting his head next to her feet. She was sporting one of his tunics, her bare legs stretched over the blankets. A book was open, sitting on the top of her bump.
Cassian jumped on the bed, landing on his side, and kissed her stomach. “Hello, baby. Is mommy using you as a table again?”
Nesta nudged his arm. “Hush. I smell food.”
“You smell correct,” he winked, opening the paper bag. “Okay. Soup. Chicken and rice.” He took out the bowl, removed the lid, and set it on the nightstand with a spoon. “Then, because I love you, there are two,” he paused, as he removed a smaller paper bag from within and placed it on top of her book, “chocolate chip cookies. There were three, but I may have eaten one on the way home.”
“Thank you,” she smiled, wistfully, placing a hand against his sweaty cheek. “Although, you owe me for the third cookie.”
“I accept that debt.” He leaned forward and kissed her before removing his shirt. “Do you want to go out tonight? You’ve barely moved today. You need to get up and walk around, you know.”
She sighed, and although she didn’t sound it, he felt her frustration. “I know. I’ve walked around the house a few times, up and down the stairs. The Healer wants me to stay on bed rest, though. I’m not sure how much he thinks I should be walking around. I don’t want to hurt the baby.”
Cassian glanced at her, at the way she rubbed her stomach. Worried. She was worried. “Nes, it’ll be good for you to get out of the house. We won’t be gone long. We’ll just do dinner, and if you’re feeling up for it, a short walk.”
He watched her debate with herself, silently.
“I’ll be right there with you,” he offered. “If your pain returns, I’ll be right there to help.”
It had been a week since Nesta woke up in the middle of the night, crying in pain, holding onto her lower abdomen. The baby, Cass, wake up! She had said, causing Cassian to wake in a panic. He had seen Nesta cry, but it was rare. And to cry because she was in pain? That never happened.
Fear had clouded his thoughts as he jumped out their bedroom window and took to the sky. It was nearly four in the morning when he pounded on the Healer’s door, begging her to come at once. She did, and told them that everything was fine, but to be safe, Nesta should stay in bed.
Nesta hated being secluded to the house, to sitting and waiting and letting boredom control her emotions. But, she did it. For the baby.
“Fine,” she said, defeated. “I would love to get out. But, we’re staying close by.”
Cassian couldn’t help but smile at the excitement that swept through his body. Her excitement.
“Get dressed. I’m going to run through the shower.”
Nesta scoffed. “But, I need to eat my soup first.”
Cassian paused. “I….But, I’m taking you to dinner.”
She blinked, then raised an eyebrow. “What’s your point?”
He backed away, slowly, toward the door of the washroom. “Nothing, sweetheart.”
Shrugging, she devoured her soup.
Turning on the scolding water and kicking off his pants, he left the bond wide open. He did that more often, lately, worried about how she was holding up. Nesta always put on a brave face, but he knew her. He knew she held her emotions in. Not as much with him, not anymore, but every now and then there was a fear she wasn’t telling him, a fear she didn’t want to burden him with.
He let the hot water hit his skin, washing away the dirt and grime. He listened as she finished her soup, then the cookies. He listened as she fed Bat, then told him he was a good boy. He listened as she walked into their closet, and started cursing at everything that didn’t fit.
He only stopped listening when the door was pushed open, and she stormed in, stopping in front of the mirror.
“Nothing fits!” she groaned. “I’m not going, Cass.”
“What? Why?” he opened the glass door and stuck his head out.
She turned to him. The dress was barely able to be pulled past her stomach. “I don’t have anything to wear.”
Now that he thought about it, since her bump had gotten bigger, she mostly wore his tunics around. Cassian turned off the water and stepped out onto the mat. His mate didn’t bother to hide her gaze as he dried himself off and wrapped a towel around his waist. Stopping in front of her, Cassian smiled. “You are more beautiful now than the day I met you, you know that? And the day I met you….you were devastating.”
“Then why do I feel like garbage?”
“Because you’re carrying our miracle baby,” he brushed her hair back, and kissed her forehead. Leaning her head against his chest, she breathed him in. “Apparently, feeling like garbage is a side effect.”
Nesta sighed. “What am I supposed to wear?”
He narrowed his eyes, and ran a hand through his wet, curly brown locks. “Wear the red one.”
And she did. The long, ruby dress nearly reached her ankles, although there was a slit in the side that allowed the skirt to flow with the wind. It didn’t cling too tightly to her bump, which he knew Nesta appreciated.
Cassian wore a deep, green tunic and a pair of black pants that his mate had bought him on a recent shopping trip in the city with her sisters. He had to admit that they made him look quite handsome.
The people of Velaris stopped and talked to the couple, and Nesta was happy to provide them with answers. She was glowing, a radiant mother already in love with her unborn child.
She clung to Cassian’s hand, as if it were the only thing controlling her fear. As they reached the restaurant they would be eating at, Cassian leaned into her ear and tickled it as he whispered, “How are you feeling?”
Nesta took a deep breath, and nodded. “Pretty good. Starving.”
After checking in with the owner, Cassian led Nesta to a table on the back patio, overlooking the river. For a moment, their recent stress disappeared and it was just the two of them, carefree and laughing about nothing at all as the sun set behind the landscape of mountains and water.
Although, it did not take long before their joy became the topic of discussion.
“Any new names you’ve thought of?” She asked, propping her chin in her hand, pushing her finished dinner away.
“Olivia,” he said, certainly. “I like Olivia for a girl.”
She nodded, considering. “It’s cute.”
She shook her head. “Nothing has felt right yet.”
“Well,” he began, swallowing his final bite of pasta. “Have you decided if you’d rather have a boy or a girl?”
“A boy,” she didn’t hesitate. “A boy with the heart of his father.”
Cassian’s eyes softened, as he took Nesta’s hand across the table. “I want a girl. A girl who is everything like her mother.”
A tear slid down her cheek, and she quickly looked away.
Gasping, Nesta snatched her hand away and slid her chair back. “Um-“
“Are you okay?” Cassian was on his feet in an instant, all his primal instincts kicking in. “Are you hurting?”
“No, I-“ She halted, looking down at the floor, scarlet brushing along her cheekbones. “I think we’re going to be finding out if it’s a boy or a girl sooner than we thought.”
Looking over the table, Cassian’s face turned green at the liquid that had gathered on the floor below her. “Okay. Okay, okay, okay. Can you stand?”
She rose to her feet and took a step toward him. “I’m fine-“
“I’m taking you to Rhysand’s. It’s closer, and everyone is there. They can sit with you while I go get the Healer.”
“Do you want to fly there? I can fly you there. Do you want me to fly you there?”
“How are you feeling? Is it coming now? Oh, shit, am I going to deliver-“
He stopped, and looked into the eyes of the love of his life. “Yes?”
“Uh, yeah, why aren’t you?”
She laughed, tears pooling in her gray-blue eyes. “Let’s walk. I’m okay with walking.”
Cassian kissed her lips, softly, gently, then nodded. “Okay. Let’s walk.”
Supporting his mate, Cassian walked away from the last evening that was just the two of them. Soon enough, they would become three. A family.
After that day, it was extremely
difficult to walk out of your apartment without reporters flashing lights in
your face or taking pictures of you. It was the same questions, like how does it feel to have three soulmates? And
did you ever think this would happen to
you? Three eligible bachelors fanning for your affection? But it was not
what you imagined. It’s not what anyone imagined
meeting their soulmate (correction: *soulmates) would be like.
This was just the beginning of your
odd relationship with them. Burr would drop you off at work in the morning,
Madison would take you to a local coffee shop on break, and Jefferson would
take you home. Once he asked if you would
go to his house instead, with a wink.
It was hard. It was extremely hard
to deal with. Your heart was torn in literally three pieces, fighting to share
your love with all three of them. You were stressed, and you cursed to the
universe every night. There were being even more unfair, they were making you
exhausted every day.
Eliza said that you were complaining
too much, and that you should appreciate what the world has given you. You
retorted back, asking if she could handle having three soulmates. She blushed,
wiggling her eyebrows at you.
You decided to not bring it up to
After a few weeks of this, you
decided to have a meeting with all three of them at your home. There were few
reporters still there, and Thomas made the last few go away, with threatening
to call his “resources” to make them get fired. They quickly dispersed after
that, never showing their faces to you again. You shook your head at Thomas’s
threat, but he insisted that it was for your privacy, and that he would do
everything in his power to keep the media out of your lives.
You ordered takeout that night, the
boys wanting to buy it for you instead. You scowled them for the hundredth time
that day, telling them that you had enough money to spare. You appreciated
their kindness, but sometimes, you wanted to treat them instead.
You heard a knock on the door, and
opened it, your three soulmates standing there in front of you. You couldn’t
ignore the throbbing in your chest when you saw them, the universe reminding
you that you loved them more than anything. Jefferson wore a dark purple shirt
tonight, his hair neatly combed (if you could do that to the curls on his
head). He walked in, kissing your forehead softly. Madison strolled by next,
wearing a dark blue shirt. The smile on his face made you grin back at him, he
kissed your cheek. Burr was the last, wearing a black shirt. He pulled you into
a hug instead, holding you as tight as possible.
They all gathered in the kitchen,
sitting at the small table. You lived alone, so a small table with four chairs
seemed enough for you, at the time. Now that these massive men were in your
home, you made a mental note to buy a bigger table. The three of them were
cramped in the apartment, constantly bumping into each other. Maybe a bigger
“How are you, my love?” Jefferson
asked, gathering the plates.
“I’m fine, Thomas.” You replied, pulling
out the rice containers. James placed his hand on the small of your back,
telling you to sit down.
“We’ve got this, Y/N. You bought the
food, so we’ll serve you.” Burr grabbed sodas out of the fridge, and James
helped, putting ice in the cups.
extremely thankful for them. As you four sat down, Madison next to you and Burr
and Jefferson across from you. You wanted to enjoy your moment with the boys,
but you couldn’t help but bring up the point that you needed to make. They were
chatting with each other, ignoring your pleas and gestures. After a minute of
this, you rose you voice, causing them all to look at you.
“Listen, guys, listen. I,
don’t you think our situation is weird? We’re all soulmates, isn’t that strange
to you at all?” Madison was the first one to shake his head.
“Not at all. Before we met
you, Thomas and I grew up knowing that there was someone out there who had the
same tattoo as us. Once ours didn’t glow or hurt when we saw it, we knew there
was a missing link.” Madison glanced over at Burr. “Two missing links.”
“James is right, this seems
okay to me. Why, do you not like us?” Burr asked, pausing in his eating. You
sighed, putting your head in your hands. You were constantly bombarded with
mixed emotions from the three of them all the time. There was research done
that suggests soulmates felt the pain and other emotions of their loved one,
and vice versa. Since you had three, you felt all of what they felt.
Right now, you felt
nervousness emulating from all of them. It was cumbersome to deal with all
their emotions at the same time. Your head was throbbing, and you tried to deal
with it. “No, Aaron, that’s not what I’m trying to say. I just, I don’t know if
I can do this.” You whispered.
You felt a burning sensation
on your arm, and looked at it quickly. The dragon tattoo on your arm was
burning bright red, fading the tail of the dragon. You widened your eyes at your
arm, looking at your soulmates. They were all looking at theirs as well,
watching it fade.
“You’re rejecting us, Y/N?”
Thomas whispered, a small bit of sorrow in his eyes.
“No, I’m not, I-“
“We’ve researched this for our
whole lives, Y/N, don’t you remember? We know what happens to soulmates when
one of them rejects the other. Your tattoo begins to fade. As you grow away
from them, it continues to dissipate, until there is nothing left. We know what
we’re talking about.” Thomas hissed, growing angry. You shook your head,
looking at the dragon.
“I don’t know how I feel about
all of you, about this.” You whispered. “I care about all of you, but it’s like
I’m not myself anymore. It’s like, everything you guys think, everything you
do, consumes me. I can’t think around you all.”
Burr grabbed your fingers, his
eyes pleading with you. “We can figure this out, we are scientists. We can make
it easier for you to handle. Just, just don’t give up on us, please.” Burr said
desperately. You hated hearing his voice shake, but you needed some space, and space.
To deal with this.
You nodded, hearing Burr sigh
in relief. He was the most sensitive out of the four of you. Since you two have
met, he needed constant reassurance that you were not going to leave him. You
always wondered why, but never found the time to ask him about it.
“I won’t give up on you three,
I need some time. I need some time to stop these headaches that I’m getting.
It’s hard enough to deal with my own emotions, let alone three other people.”
They nodded. You sensed relief from the rest of them, and it calmed your
headache. Dealing with positive emotions were much easier than negative ones.
“Can we eat in piece, now?”
Thomas mumbled, grabbing an egg roll from the pile. You smiled at him, picking
the sweet and sour chicken out of the middle. “Y/N, I told you to get soy
sauce.” He grumbled, staring at the sauces on the table.
“I asked the lady for it, did
she not put any in the bag?” Thomas pouted, and you told him to check in the
closet for sauce. Fortunately, you saved packages from previous takeout. He
grinned happily, sitting back down next to Burr. “Guys, I have a question.”
They all looked up at you. “Do you, do you feel the same way about each other
like I feel about you. You know, romantic feelings?” Burr laughed, glancing at
the two men next to him.
“Why do you ask?” Madison
“Because, it seems weird that
we’re soulmates and I only love you, but you don’t love each other.”
“Good question.” Thomas
replied, lending you no more information. You rolled your eyes at his lack of a
“Come on.” You grumbled.
“We do, love each other.”
Madison answered for them, twirling noodles in his fork. “Before we met you, it
was more like a brotherly love. We knew we were soulmates, too, so that was
kind of a given.”
Thomas interrupted Madison.
“We didn’t know how many people were going to be soulmates with us, especially
after we found Burr. Honestly, I thought it was going to be more than ten
people, which sounds ridiculous.” He mumbled, playing with his mac and cheese. You
made it for him yourself, since he was always unhappy when dinner didn’t
include the “delicacy” (he called mac and cheese that constantly).
“I’m happy that it’s only
four, Y/N. Three’s a crowd, four’s a party.” Burr winked, causing you to blush.
“But yes, we do love each
other. Once our tattoos glowed, there was a click, at least for me, when I
looked at the other two. It was like I was seeing them for the first time.”
James replied, smiling at the other two. “I’m happy for us, I really am.”
“And we’ll have great sex.”
Thomas murmured, making your face reddened even more than before. You were
reminded of Eliza’s look when she mentioned the four of you.
“You’re embarrassing Y/N.”
Burr chuckled. Thomas looked up from his food, smirking at you. He wiggled his
eyebrows, nudging Burr. Burr grinned, putting his hand on Thomas’s thigh.
“Can we stop talking about the
deed? I just want to watch a movie
later.” You mumbled. Who knows what emotions you would feel when that happened.
“And after…?” Madison
questioned, giving you an evil grin. You gasped, surprised at how blunt Madison
was. He was usually the one to mediate and calm everyone down, but it seems
like tonight, he was encouraging the other two. You snickered.
“Let’s just focus on the movie
“We’re definitely gonna f*ck
tonight.” Thomas mumbled, and you threw a piece of bread at him. He raised his
eyebrows, holding a piece of pork in his hand. You warned him with your eyes,
and he grinned, tossing the piece of food at you. The sauce on it hit your
face, leaving a trail of grease. You glared at him, picking up the rice
container in front of you.
Thomas held his hands up in
defense, looking at you. “Come on, Y/N, you started it! Just, not the rice,
please. It would take me forever to get it out of my hair.” He complained, and
you tossed it anyway, the pellets going on all three of you boyfriends. James
sighed, picking the rice off his food. Aaron laughed, grabbing the noodle
container. He looked at James, then placed it quickly on his hair, giggling evilly.
James frowned, the noodles
cascading down his face. “That’s it, I’m going to stop this right now.” James
grabbed the soda bottle from the middle of the table, and poured it on Aaron,
and you heard a gasp come out of his mouth.
You three began this insane
food fight, tossing anything that was close by. After a few minutes, all the
food was on the floor, stains were everywhere; from the ceiling fan to inside
your closet. When you were looking at the aftermath, they boys stared at you
sheepishly. You broke out into a grin, and laughed.
“You guys are so going to help
me fix this up.” James grabbed your waist and ran, carrying you in his arms.
You laughed, hitting him on his back softly. “James, we need to clean this up!
I don’t want it to stain!”
“We’ll clean it later, but now…”
Thomas said, grinning. Aaron was hanging on Thomas’s back, all of them leading
you to the bedroom. The happiness radiating from all of them made your heart
swell with glee.
And that’s when you knew. You
knew that you could handle being with the three of them. At this moment, you
could not imagine your life without them in it.
Hey! In a lot of imagines revolving the rfa and mc arguing, mc cries/runs off but could you do an imagine where mc stands her ground and says that they need to shape up and apologise because she won't take their bs? Thanks, sorry if this is a bit weird I just really wanna see a badass mc. With rfa + Saeran please!
YASSSSS, this request gives me life! Let’s make badass MC happen more often, people!
MC makes RFA + Saeran apologize after a fight
love him and how much he cares about you
sometimes he treats you like a little kid. Don’t go alone to this place, don’t
do this by yourself, you’ll get hurt! Shit like that.
get it, he’s worried because that guy in the apartment might still be around,
but… you’re a grown ass woman, can’t you really go for a jog in the park by
yourself without him calling you like there’s a fire going on?
came in and found him glaring at you, arms crossed and a judgmental face, like
you were a teenager doing the walk of shame after sneaking out.
was worried.” “I can see that.” You said, moving to the kitchen to get some
water in the fridge.
we already discussed this, you can’t go out like this by yourself, it’s
dangerous, and you’re so sweet and innocent, and…” “Says who?” “What?”
told you I’m sweet and innocent? You really think I can’t stand up by myself if
I need to? Oh, and we actually didn’t discuss anything, YOU decided that I
couldn’t go out by myself. You took a decision for me! “
can’t believe you’re being that ungrateful right now, MC! I dedicate my whole
life to you, I’ve been trying to work less to spend more time with you, I do my
best to include you in my work, and that’s how you thank me?”
guess what, Hyun? I never asked you to do these things, I never forced you, you
do because you want to, and I let you do as you please because I want you to be
happy and comfortable with me, and I’m pretty sure I’m not asking much for
wanting some reciprocity here. So don’t try to make me feel guilty for
something I know I’m right, I’m not a kid, I’m not a teenager, and I’m not
were calm, but your words were harsh. Zen never saw you this assertive, he
honestly didn’t know he was patronizing you like this. Well, maybe he knew a
little, his instinct of protection sometimes got the best of him.
you called him by his real name, so he knows you’re PISSED and he’s screwed.
if you’ll excuse me, I’ll take a shower. I could barely sweat since I couldn’t
jog much, but… I just need a shower.” He watched as you moved without even
looking at him, yep, he was screwed.
wanted to fix this right now, but he would be a dead man if he even tried
getting in that bathroom right now, he knew this.
he waited, sitting in the bed, processing your words. You were so sure about
being right, who was he to say you’re not?
His intentions were good, they really were,
but… good intentions aren’t enough if he wants you to be happy with him, and
you would never be happy if you feel trapped with him.
exactly what he told you when you came out of the bathroom. You thanked him for
understanding. He wanted at least a smile from you, but he could understand why
you wouldn’t give him right now.
had the whole night to try making you smile.
rarely get mad at him. He doesn’t do anything wrong most of the time.
it takes you to be a little friendlier to Zen and he turns into this grumpy
jealousy little prick.
try to be patient, he’s insecure, Zen is dreamy to most everybody, but… at this
point, Zen and, most important, him, should know where you heart is. So he
shouldn’t get this cold to you just because you went to watch one of Zen’s
came in, he didn’t even say hello or greeted you at his usual cheerful manner,
he looked at you head to toes and went back to his book. Oh boy…
saw the photos in the messenger, MC.” Judging by his tone, he saw the most
compromising pictures ever, but he could only be talking about Zen’s selfie
with you at rehearsal. “Yeah? How do I look in them?” you asked putting your
coat and purse in the coffee table mindlessly.
mock me! I… I don’t like when you don’t take me seriously! I’m serious right
now! You going out with Zen while dating me is serious, MC!”
isn’t a single person in the world who takes you more serious than I do, Yoosung.
Trust me on this. But don’t expect me to stop hanging out with my friends just
because you can’t handle your jealous.”
I’m not jealous! I’m worried for you! You keep acting this nice and Zen, no,
not only Zen, any other guy can get the wrong idea about you! Or… do you want
them to get the wrong idea?” he regretted these last words the minute they left
his mouth, he was expecting tears and was already thinking what he would have
to say to fix this…
you’re not worried. You’re just jealous. Once again you’re taking on me all
your insecurities. Honestly, Yoosung, I’m running out of ideas on how to
convince you that I love you and there’s no other man who could make me feel
like you do. And I get that you’re insecure, I told you a million times we can
find you some help on this, but I won’t put up with you trying to make me feel
bad for having friends and being nice with them. Zen is your friend too, you should
congratulate him on his new role instead of pissing me off over something I’m
words dropped like needles on his skin. It was harsh, but yet you looked so
cold and stoic, like he was trying to be when you came in. He was terrified of
even looking at you in the eye.
ran out of rice, I’ll buy some.” You said, getting ready to leave again.
“I-I’ll go.” He jumped out of the couch and headed to the convenience store, it
was the least he could do.
went and came back all the way thinking of what to say to make things right.
were right, he was being an ass not only to you, but to his friend, this wasn’t
the Yoosung he wanted to be, not when it comes to you.
he wants to be always sweet and nice, always caring and respectful about you
and your choices, your friends, your life. He wants you to be happy and he
knows he’ll never be able to be part of this happiness if he keeps acting like
nodded in agreement when he told you this. “So, uhm… will you cook this or
what?” you asked glancing quickly at him, that was his cue.
sure. Hey, uhm… do you want to invite Zen to come over?”
this is not about her as your girlfriend, is about her as you business partner.
left C & R, but C & R didn’t leave her. She still has these habits of
trying to take all responsibility for herself and ending up stressed and tired.
feel left out, she decides a lot of things by herself when it comes to the café
without asking you first, and gets very passive aggressive when you take over
something without her noticing.
understand, old habits die hard. But… what’s the point in all of this if she
keeps getting stressed out and you don’t even get to share this with her?
when you took over some paper work and she noticed, there were her grumpy sigh
in annoyance and a long glare at you.
can you return this to me, please?” “No, I’m working on this. Take this time to
relax a little.” You didn’t say to piss her off, you genuinely wanted her to
relax and get some rest… but that’s not how she took it.
be condescending on me, MC, I don’t like this! I’m already much stressed and I
don’t need you clowning around with serious work like this. I would relax if I
could, but I can’t, as you can see for yourself and prefer to ignore it.”
wish I could ignore it, but these dark circles under your eyes are impossible
to ignore.” You weren’t being sarcastic or anything, you were really concerned,
but… again, that’s not how she took it.”
think you’re really funny, don’t you? Seriously, MC, I… I can’t stand when you
act this calm and carefree over anything! I hate being the one always worried,
always tense, but you leave me no choice! It’s tiring enough taking care of
everything, I can’t take care of you acting like a child too!” she finally
looked at you, you blinked once, twice…
don’t have to, you’re the one acting like a child here, like one of those young
brothers playing the victim, you know? Apparently you forgot what a partnership
means, since you don’t let me handle anything but servicing customers. I’m as
capable and competent as you, Jaehee, I can handle things as good as you, and
since I can, you don’t have to try to embrace the world. I know you’re used to
dealing everything by yourself, but I’m here to help you. So… let me.”
missed the sweet bubbly girl, you were scary like this! You could yell your
lungs out and it wouldn’t be that scary as you acting this cold.
and I fixed this report for you, you missed a few sales there. You’re welcome.”
You dropped the paper on her desk and stretched yourself like it was nothing.
awkward silence was killing her, her thoughts on how she managed to get you
this pissed were torturing her.
you were right, she was acting like… ugh, that was awful, but she was acting
like Jumin, bossing you around, getting passive aggressive if something is not
done in her way, playing the martyr, yeah, she would be furious if this
happened to her… again.
point of the café was to finally do something she loves, doing it with the
person she loves the most included on this. She didn’t want to be the Jumin to
told you that, and you giggled with the last part, she was relieved seeing your
smile, but she knew she screwed up big time with you.
you two called it a night at work and headed home. The make up sex was amazing,
by the way.
can’t call all the times you just gave him a free pass on things he did wrong.
everything is very new to him when it comes to relationships, so sometimes he
doesn’t even notice how insensitive he’s being.
he has strong opinions about you. Even if you didn’t ask him, he’s giving you
his thoughts on your clothes, your manners, everything.
you two are about to leave to meet RFA on a little get together, and he’s
looking at your dress, more like staring at it.
you really going to wear this?” “Why? Would you prefer me going naked?” your
eyes met his through the mirror.
tease me right now, please. And go change, this dress is a tease by itself, and
I don’t want Zen drooling over you.”
not teasing, I’m being sarcastic. You should know the difference by now.” You
didn’t want to sound this bitchy, but… come on, he was asking for it.
understand sarcasm, I just don’t know why you would act like this when I’m just
worried about your image and how other people look at it. Don’t take me wrong,
it looks great on you, but it looks so great I feel I should be the only one to
look at you like this. Am I wrong for caring this much about you?”
you’re wrong by thinking you can boss me around on what to wear and how to
behave like I’m one of your employees. I know you cherish me, I know you love
me, and since you do, you should remember your promise on stopping this
possessiveness. And yes, I know it looks great, I bought it with my money and I
know what looks good on my body, and if you don’t like it, well… you can stay
eyes were widened, your voice was deep and calm, like you were discussing
business with him, but you weren’t, you were giving him a little reality check.
what are you going to do? Can I dismiss Driver Kim for today? I’ll call Seven
and tell him he can pick me up.” “I’ll… I’ll go.”
Kim noticed the tense atmosphere between you two and quickly rolled up the
partition, even him was scared at your unusual coldness.
wasn’t sure on what to think. He just knew this silence was hurting, he didn’t
want to apologize though.
considering his inexperience in relationships, he knew he probably was very
wrong on this. Whad do you always tell him? Oh yes, trying to imagine if it was
with him, be sympathetic…
he wouldn’t like having someone telling him what to wear and how to behave, his
father used to do that and he hated and… oh, now he gets it.
sorry.” He whispered, it was a little dark in the car, so he couldn’t see your
face, but as you slipped your hand to hold his, he knew he was on the right
got used to his odd sleeping and eating habits.
as much as it is part of his… charms, you get worried for him not eating
you having to play his mommy and make him eat every day tires you a lot. For
fuck’s sake, he’s a grown ass man, he should be able to take care of himself!
you made dinner, you served yourself and didn’t call him to join you. No, he
can smell, if he’s hungry, he should eat.
were washing the dishes you used when he walked in the kitchen. “Why didn’t you
warn me you made dinner?” his voice was a little whiny.
smell is a natural warning. It worked, since you’re here.” “Wow, so feisty. I
should be the one getting snappy after working 13 hours non-stop.”
don’t see Vanderwood pointing a taser to you anymore. You’re doing this because
you want to.”
come on, MC! What’s gotten to you? Are you mad because I’m not giving you
attention right now? Is that what you want? A little attention? I’m giving it
to you right now, so stop acting like a spoiled kid, for God’s sake! If I knew
I was gonna face you with this temper, I would have stayed locked in my
not mad. And even if I were, it wouldn’t be because of lack of attention, it
would be because I give you too much attention, right? I’m always worried if
you’re sleeping enough or eating well enough, I’m alwys bringing you food,
asking you how you’re doing. Pretty stupid of me, right? Acting like I care
about my reckless boyfriend?”
man always has a comeback ready, this time he didn’t. He didn’t have any word
forming in his head right now. Not even his brother in a bad mood can get this
to wash the dishes if you decide to eat, okay? I’m going to brush my teeth and
get ready to sleep. “I…I will join you.” “No, you’re not, you’re sleeping in
the couch tonight. Or in your office, since you like that much.” SHIT!
course he couldn’t do any more work after that, you sounded… like him in those
days at Rika’s apartment, oh, so that’s how it feels…
was scared of facing you, he knew he had this talent of managing to screw up
he stood up in front of the bedroom door and gave an unsure knock. You didn’t
answer. Oh… you were really pissed, right?
weren’t overreacting. Knowing you, he knew you were probably holding this to
yourself for a long time and he getting all sarcastic and douchy was the tip of
the iceberg. This was wrong, he promised he would never lock himself away like
this and neglect his own health, he was a changed man, you changed him. He
needed to start acting more mature in order to suit you, didn’t he?
told all this through the door. Still, no answer. Oh well, he would try again
in the morning.
opened the door, but didn’t face him as he climbed up in the bed. Well, giving
him the honor to share the bed with you was a start on what would be a long
is there anything you two don’t fight about?
are usually silly bickering and end as fast as they started, but there are
other times when he really annoys you.
know you should be more patient with him, but ugh… does he really have to be
rude and snappy like this when you are just asking him something innocently?
happening again, you asked him about his contact lens, shouldn’t he get a new
pair? And who knows the questionable precedence of these ones, maybe he could
get ones with a prescription.
going to a doctor so my father can know everything about me and send me to
jail? Good to know you want to see me behind bars, MC.” “You know very well we
could get you a discreet doctor, no need for you to talk like that to me.”
need for you to ask stupid questions. Just leave my lens alone, why do you even
care about this?”
ask myself the same sometimes…” “Oh, if you’re that unhappy, you know you can
just leave whenever you want, don’t you?” hmmm… he didn’t mean that, yeah, he
realized this as soon as he said it, he just got carried away by the adrenaline
rush of your usual fights.
not unhappy. I would be unhappy if you went arrested, I would be unhappy if
something happened to your eyes, I would be unhappy leaving you just because
you’re a silly little boy picking on stupid little fights that never take us
anywhere. So I’ll do you a favor and end this before I get really unhappy.”
wow… this was… you were… really scary like this. He usually was the one acting
this intimidating, but it was just to tease you, you definitely weren’t teasing
him, you were pissed at him.
put down the toilet seat after you use it, please?” you said as you just
remembered this, he waited for you to turn your back so he could run to the
bathroom and put it down.
his therapist already told him, if something bothers him, he needs to know
first: why does I bother him? Second: is there something he can do about this?
why does it bother him? I don’t know, because you’ve been ignoring him for the
last forty five minutes? And is there something he can do about this? Yes, apologize.
‘s not really good at this, so he hands you the phone, you look at him
confused. “C-can you make an appointment for me with the doctor? I don’t like
talking in the phone…” don’t smile, MC! Don’t let him know he can get away for
being so adorable!
call the doctor and set an appointment. “Will you go with me?”
course I will” you say, giving him a little smile that quickly faded away. Well,you can smile, you won this round.
this may be a weird request but do you have any fics that just make you feel super calm and peaceful inside like when you listen to ed sheeran or james bay or damien rice i just missed out on hs1 tickets and im really upset i just wanna calm down
julia here and omg yes i absolutely 100% do. other mods pls feel free to add to the list!
When Bucky got the door shut in his face by a tiny, barely awake blond, he never thought that said tiny blond would become such an important part of his life. Or that he would fall deeply, hopelessly in love with him way too quickly.
Steve is a wedding photographer in need of an assistant. Bucky is unemployed and in need of a job. Sam and Natasha, in what turns out to be a successful attempt to solve both problems, arrange an introduction.
“You seem distressed, my angel. Are you not pleased with the match? The word from court is that Lord James Barnes is an upstanding gentleman, not given to the wild circles around the Prince Regent. And Steve, it was he who asked for you. The young man has kept you in mind all these years – despite our circumstances.”
Steve and Bucky have been friends forever and now they go to the same University– Steve for Art and French and Bucky for History and Russian. They might not have many classes together, but they do share a room and every other moment in between: flirting, bickering, going out to dinner…not to mention just being generally adorable.