seventeen sir


Jun doesn’t have a license. 

Explains why he can’t STAY IN HIS LANE

Bad Boss (Bias x Reader) Pt.2

B/N knew he heard her correctly. She called him an asshole to his face. 

He did the simple initiation as he always does. Walk in the elevator knowing there’s going to be a rushing newbie. He’d catch them and threaten them, not expecting to see their face again after that. Those that missed the first encounter would usually leave after being sent to his office. That was his way of purifying his mother’s company. 

But this girl… He didn’t even know her name, not that he cared. But his interest has been peaked since she insulted him. 

He sits back in his chair, finding the situation oddly amusing. 

“No one…has ever said that to me,” and he knows that’s why he didn’t fire her on the spot. He finally knew how someone felt about him without having to hear it from others. 

The next day you’re more than nervous to go to work. You contemplate quitting altogether. You arrive half an hour early, not wanting to bump into the boss again. 

Today you’re wearing flats, oxfords to be precise. Now you can run anywhere. 



“Take these to the boss,” 

You feel your blood go cold, “I hurt my ankle, I don’t think I can,” Should I break my ankle to be more convincing? 

She chuckles, “Nice try. But everyone in this office has tried some way to avoid the boss. Someone even broke their own finger to avoid going, which didn’t work because you don’t need your hand to walk,” You sigh when she places the papers on your desk, “Godspeed,” 

You’re holding the papers against your chest, waiting outside of his door. You can’t bear to just go in. It’s like the feeling you get when you’re about to take pills. You get that mini heart attack and second thoughts that you just might die. 

Taking a deep breath, you knock on the door, “Come,” he’s reading a document when you step in, not even looking at you. 

“Here you go, sir,” Yet at the sound of your voice his eyes flicker to you. You place the papers on his desk, “If you need nothing else, I’ll be going now,” 

“Your name,” he doesn’t even ask, he just demands. 

“Y/N, sir.” 

He picks up his paper again, no longer interested in you, “Leave,” 

You back out of the room, taking a moment to lean against the door outside to calm your nerves, “I’m alive. I’m not jobless,” 

But the door opens suddenly and you fall back against his chest. B/N is holding you again, looking annoyed and surprised at the same time. You stand up quickly, feeling more than embarrassed. It’s like you’re pushing your luck with him.

“First you curse me to my face, now this?” 

Your mouth falls open. So he did hear you, “I’m so sorry,” 

“Are you?” 

You hesitate, “Yeah,” 

He walks around you, hands in his pockets, “Gather your things. You’re done with being an editor,” 

You’re frozen. So in the end you have been fired. At least you made it to your second day. 

“Thank you for this opportunity, sir,” You will leave with a positive attitude. 

He smiles, “Don’t thank me. You notice I don’t have a secretary for a reason,” 


“You’re my secretary now,” 

You blink at him, “What.” 

“Don’t be late tomorrow,” He walks towards the elevator, “And don’t ever wear those shoes in my presence again,” 

draganchitsa  asked:

if you're still taking propts--“I'm tired of being your secret.”--any pairing you like, but ideally something I like :D

And … as part of my renewed effort to honestly clear my inbox, here’s a prompt fic for the lovely Celia from FIVE MONTHS AGO!! (I really am terrible at getting things written!)

It’s Arya x Gendry, modern AU, btw.

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okay Pristin sounds cool and they even have their own meaning! 

Flash black to Seventeen. Pledis were like 

“okay we have bunch of kids here.. how many do we have here?” “17 sir”  “right, what should we call them?” “…Seventeen… sir?” “Brilliant! Seventeen it is!” 

Few years later… 13 remains

 “What are we going to do with Seventeen name without changing them?! David do the math! Anything with seventeen” “13ppl+3unit+1team=17 sir” “Spectacular! Great! Seventeen and oh dont forget to give this script to Seungcheol.”

hello all this is a little pre-story for a smut i’m going to be posting some time tomorrow… i started writing the smut, and got too carried away with the story, so here’s a little extra angsty(?) beginning of a smut thing to keep y’all going ♥♥

Jaehee had never seen Jumin work this fast before in her life - and that was saying something. He was rocketing through the paperwork at a ridiculous speed, and she couldn’t even attempt to keep up with him. Honestly, ever since he had met you, Jaehee had found herself relaxing more and more, during work; Jumin was content to work at a normal pace, and his ridiculous propositions for cat businesses had calmed down quite significantly (although not stopped entirely). Now, it was back to how it was before - minus the whole ‘cat’ thing.

“Assistant Kang.”

“Yes, Mr. Han?”

“Where’s the paperwork I gave you earlier today?”

“… You gave that to me seventeen minutes ago, Sir.”

“… Yes?”

“There are over fifty pages - I’m barely through the first ten.”

Jumin’s eye twitched, and, without another word, he turned his back to her and walked away. Jaehee hadn’t seen him like this in ages. She didn’t know what was going on, but she was sure as hell worried.

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Medieval Ring Representing The Love Affair of The Duchess of Lancaster And John of Gaunt, Younger Brother of The Black Prince of Wales

This extremely rare gold and sapphire posy ring (c. 1360-1400 AD) was reputedly the property of Katherine Swynford, Duchess of Lancaster, a gift from her lover, John of Gaunt,  the third son of King Edward III and a member of the House of Plantagenet. It has an ornate blackletter ‘alas for fayte’ inscription to the inner face of the bezel. The sapphire appears to have originated in Kashmir, and is likely to have traveled to Europe across the Silk Road.

Read more about John, Katherine and the ring below and you can watch a video about it here.

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