she missed her calling as a model

“You’re cute when you’re jealous” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

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-I just don’t understand why it has to be with a model that’s all…

-Honey, I already told you, she’s the face of the brand, she has to be on every pictures.

-Yeah well then if she’s the face of the brand, why would they need you ?

-You know why, it’s for the charity campaign we’ve been working on for the past few months. They’re a huge brand, they’ll help spread the words across the globe, more than we could on our own.

-”We’ve been working on” are key words here ! I worked on it as much as you, if not more, and I don’t get to be on the pictures. They just want you and her to have cute and classy “couple pictures”, because I’m not good looking enough for their damn brand and…

-You’re very cute when you’re jealous.

-I could knock you out with a punch to the face when I’m jealous.

-Oh, believe me, I know.

Bruce massages his jaw a bit, as a reflex, reminiscing of that time he made you jealous on purpose…It was a terrible idea. 

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Insecure

Summary: When it’s announced that you won’t be attending prom, your friends are determined get you there anyway.

Paring: Isaac Lahey x Fem reader

Warnings: FLUFF!   

Notes: GIF is not mine.


You walked through the cafeteria towards your usual table where most of your friends already sat. You took a seat in between Stiles and Isaac in an attempt to stop their bickering and immediately started filling your face with food. “Y/N…” Lydia sung. You instantly froze and slowly looked up. You knew that tone of voice all too well. She sat in front of you smiling brightly with her phone held against her chest. “What?” you said with a mouthful of food. Lydia turned her phone so that screen faced you. It displayed a stunning red dress. It showed a fair amount of cleavage and had slit that exposed your leg all the way up to the thigh. Prom was coming up fast and the whole school was buzzing with excitement. “Lydia it’s gorgeous.”

“Then it’s yours.” You stabbed your food with your fork and gave a nervous laugh. You were flattered that Lydia wanted to buy you a dress, but you hadn’t actually planned on going to prom. “If you look at us and say that you aren’t going, I’m going to scream.” Kira said wide eyed. You chewed your lip anxiously. “Y/N you have to go.” Lydia whined “Even Malia is going and we all know how much she despises social gatherings.” Of course you wanted to go, hell you had been dreaming of prom for years. But now you weren’t so sure it was going to happen. “Why aren’t you going?” Scott asked. “I don’t have a date.” The fact that this was your reason for not going honestly embarrassed you.

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Off-Limits II

Originally posted by jennellaay

Off-Limits II
[Some rules are hard to follow│Junoflo]

▽ Off-Limit I

It was quite the feat, making it across your room without stepping on your shattered lamp and to somehow get decent enough to sit in your living room for a lecture. You huffed, hugging Sam’s jacket around your body watching Jung Kwon pace. As if he was so angry he was looking for the right words.

“Please tell me Tiger JK-Hyung isn’t your brother” Sam sighed, rubbing his temples and whispered to you.

“Brother in law” you rolled your eyes. “He’s married to my sister.”

“Tasha-Noona is your sister!?” he groaned.

“You know my sister?”

Jung Kwon scoffed looking at you. “Sam is Feel Ghood Music’s newest member.”

“What? I didn’t know?” you groaned. Out of all the people, you could have possibly met. It had to be someone in direct relation to work. “It doesn’t really matter..Oppa you need to leave now.”

“But-”

“No buts” you stood up, pushing him toward the door. “Thanks for bringing me food. I’ll see you, and Unnie tomorrow for lunch. And not a moment sooner.”

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This has been rolling around my head all night, I had to get it out.
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It had been three months since Homecoming, three months since everything had changed. F.P had been proven innocent thanks to what Sheriff Keller called “The Scooby Gang” and their endless hunt for the truth. Jughead was living back home with his father and the man in question had been sober since his arrest, things were different for Jughead, not a bad different, the opposite in fact, just… different. That’s not to say Jughead was happy, no not at all, the young, beanie wearing boy was miserable, depressed and more lonely than he ever had been. He had lost his girlfriend three months ago, the most important thing in his life was now .. out of his life.

After the gang had proven F.Ps innocence Betty had done everything in her power to distance herself from Jughead, she almost never went into the Blue and Gold office anymore and her and Kevin ate lunch away from the group, claiming it was just too crowded. She was always doing something, when she wasn’t busy with cheerleading she was planning events for Riverdale high or finishing off assignments for Blue and Gold. He could tell she was run dry, he stared at her almost constantly, hoping one day she would return his eye contact, she would be able to see everything he felt, everything he never got to say. The craziest part?

F.P was always talking about the visits Betty payed him. The beautiful blonde would bring plates filled with food to his fathers trailer, endless amounts of Tupperware and home cooked meals now filled the fridge. His dad would say
“Well, who needs scotch, I’ve got a new vice, Betty’s blueberry pie.”

She never came by when Jughead was around, he would leave for an hour and come home to a kitchen table filled with baked goods and casseroles, His father shrugging apologetically while stuffing his face. She always seemed to know when he wouldn’t be home, it was like she had a meticulous schedule detailing when she could stop by and avoid her ex boyfriend. It drive him absolutely nuts.

So that’s why when the delicate knock rang through the trailer walls, Jughead thought nothing of it, probably just another one of F.Ps friends looking to borrow money. He sat back down in his bed debating on whether or not to close the door, he hated hearing grown men beg.

He instantly bolted upright though, when he heard the delicate voice he had grown to love

“Hi F.P, so I’m trying a new recipe, I know you hate strawberries but you have to try this tart, I think you’ll love it, oh and I patched up Jugheads winter jacket, I couldn’t find the same color thread, but I think I got a pretty close match.”

Sticking his head out of the doorway, his body covered by the wall, Jugheads eyes widened, she was here? She must not know he’s home, he caught his fathers eyes and shook his head frantically, he didn’t want him to say anything, let him just have this, he just wanted to see her, hear her voice.

“Betty you spoil us, you know you don’t have to do all this, me and the boy are okay here on our own.” He said softly, helping her carry shopping bags to the table.

Betty rolled her eyes
“I like feeding you guys, and Jughead is in a very important developmental stage right now, he can’t live off of hamburgers. He used to love when I made him my homemade garlic bread.. I um I put a loaf in there for him.” She cleared her throat, eyes suddenly sad and distant.

“What about you?” His father asked “ your too skinny girl, are you eating at all? Jughead mentioned how busy you’ve been. Got another dance coming up I heard.”

Betty nodded slowly “it’s good to keep busy, keeps my mind off of things, and yes the end of the year dance, I’m organizing it.”

“Excited?” F.p asked digging into the brownies before him,

Betty snorted
“No, I don’t think I’ll be staying. Dances don’t usually work out too well for me, my experiences haven’t been great. I just have to go and make sure everything’s in order and you know my mom, any excuse to dress me up like some Barbie doll… is umm.. do you know if Jughead will be going?” She asked shyly.

F.p glanced over her head as Jughead nodded enthusiastically. If she was gonna be there so was he.

“Sure is, the boy said he couldn’t wait to see you in your dress” F.P wiggled his brows and smiled as Betty blushed.

“I don’t know about that.” She whispered.

God Jughead loved her blush.

“ I better go, last minute dance preparations, Veronica wants to model her dress for me.” She rolled her eyes, grabbing her purse from the floor. Before she left the house F.p called after her

“Betty?” She turned around “save a dance for Jughead okay?” He asked

Betty stared at the older man for a second before whispering

“Always”

As soon as the door closed, Jughead threw himself back onto his bed and squeezed his eyes shut. He missed her, damn did he miss her, everything about her.

He vaguely heard his dad enter the room

“ get that girl back son” he stated before closing the door.

He was going to. He was going to get her back.

The next day at school flew by, Jughead didn’t even get a look at Betty, he saw her in blurs, a flash of pink and blonde as she ran through the halls. When the final bell rang Archie approached him and slapped a hand to his back,
“Ready for tonight?” He asked

Jughead took a breath and nodded
“I’ve been ready.”

Archie smiled sympathetically
“Nothing unexpected will happen, I’ll make sure of it ,Veronica’s gonna get Betty alone and then you swoop in.”

Saying goodbye to Archie, Jughead made his way home, his heart racing in anticipation, it was gonna be a long night.

Standing in front of the auditorium doors, Jughead looked to his right, three months ago in this spot, he had lost the most important thing in the world to him, he was gonna make it right. Make it better. Adjusting his tie, he walked through the doors, instantly spotting Archie and Veronica, both huddled around someone. Here goes nothing.

Veronica tugged on Archie’s hand, moving him aside so Jughead could get a good look at the beautiful blonde. She was perfect. As much as she hated that word, there was no other option, she was the physical embodiment of perfect. The dark green of her dress, perfectly matching his tie thanks to Veronica. The green in her dress made her eyes pop and he couldn’t look away when his eyes met hers, her silky blonde hair was in long waves brushing her shoulders and he wanted to touch the space that her strapless dress left bare. God he needed her.

Clearing his throat Jughead made his way to a wide eyed Betty as her friends slowly backed away
“Hi” she whispered, looking down

“You look beautiful, you look…” up close he couldn’t form sentences, she was too damn gorgeous.

She blushed, smiling shyly
“Thankyou. I like your tie.” Her tiny fingers reached out to play with the silky material before she stopped half way, unsure whether she should touch him, he took advantage of the situation pulling her fingers towards him and resting her open palm on the space between his heart

“Will you dance with me?” He asked, the intensity in his eyes making her shiver before she whispered

“Always”

He led her to the dance floor and pulled her against his chest, burying his face in her hair smelling the familiar peaches and cream that he had missed so dearly. This was his home, his everything, and he wasn’t letting go.

“Jughead, what are we doing” he heard her whisper against his chest. He pulled away partially, meeting her eyes “ I think it’s called dancing, I could be wrong.” He smirked

Betty giggled and smacked his chest
“Funny” she rolled her eyes

Jughead grabbed her hand again, pulling it back to his chest

“I miss you.” He started seriously, watching her eyes soften “I miss you so much it hurts sometimes, I know I’m an idiot, I know I hurt you, and I’m so sorry for that. But.. I need a second chance, I can be what you need. You’re everything I need.” He whispered dropping his forehead against hers and blinking back tears as hers fell freely down her face

“Jughead” she whimpered

“I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere, never again. Please.. just give me a second chance.”

Looking up with watery eyes, Betty placed her hands on either side of Jugheads face

“Always” she whispered, before bringing her lips to his.

Episode 91, part 1: SIDE QUEST TO TRAUMA BOAT

So here’s where we get, over less than five minutes, Mai’s entire backstory and the strengths and weaknesses of her entire character. It’s being its own separate post because there are a lot of Thoughts and Feelings and I ended up screencapping like almost every single sentence she said during her relatively-brief flashback. 

Mai grows up in an absolutely slamming pad

10/10 would stage tragic anime backstory here

Because yes, much like EVERY OTHER FUCKING CHARACTER IN THE ENTIRE FUCKING SHOW, Mai is #spoileralert an orphan.

bby </3

UNLIKE many other characters, apparently no one even fucking noticed tho. 

WHAT

WHO ALLOWED THIS TO HAPPEN???

SHE’S FUCKING EIGHT YEARS OLD OR SOME SHIT, GODDAMMIT, I FUCKING KNOW ORPHANAGES EXIST IN THIS GODDAMN WORLD OF YOURS, YU-GI-OH BECAUSE THEY COME UP IN A BIG WAY IN THE KAIBA BROS BACKSTORY

[I came up with some AUs based on this moment of rage that I typed here but then realised this post was already getting really long so I moved them out into their own post!]

jfc even on the scale of Anime Parents Syndrome, seriously, I’m pretty sure in the dub her parents are just, like, fuckin busy and kinda not very engaged, which in an unusual move for the dub, actually makes way MORE sense

ANYWAY

She runs away and joins a cruise-ship!

This is the first thing she says. It wasn’t that she was alone, she’s chaotically surrounded by people. It’s that she didn’t like them, they weren’t good people. Mai sometimes come across as a little amoral and mercenary, but deep down, she’s a good person and she couldn’t make friends with people who were after nothing but cheap thrills and more money. 

I also think it’s interesting she says this right as it pans over one of the other employees: the sexy-bunny (sidebar WHY is that a thing???? rabbits aren’t sexyyyy) waitress. I wonder why she didn’t make friends with the waitresses? Maybe they weren’t particularly nice either, or maybe they saw Mai as a spoilt rich girl with not much in the way of social skills.  

I don’t think she’s slut-shaming the waitress by including her with the “terrible people”. The timing of the shot may actually indicate that Mai includes “people who enforce seXXXy dress codes on underpaid cruise ship waitresses” under “terrible people”. Mai is uncharacteristically covered up on the cruise ship; she’s wearing a long sleeve, high collared shirt that isn’t even particularly tight. I’m stretching here, but I wonder if Mai deliberately forsook her own preferred highly-feminine revealing style of clothes in this environment? She hates these arrogant men who think they can buy access to women’s bodies, she point-blank refuses their propositions and she doesn’t even give them the satisfaction of seeing her in her off-duty tight tops and short skirts. 

She’s unhappy here, but she stays.

She doesn’t name it and I wonder if it’s because she can’t name it. She didn’t really know what it was she was looking for, she just knew something was missing. She felt empty.

And apparently this high-rolling cruise ship casino for ADULTS who are GROWN UP goes in hard for fucking brand-new trading card games…

She talks about the Harpies as though they’re her friends, not just cards. This is not unusual for YGO [coughYugicoiugh] at all [coughJounouchikissedhisRedEyescough] god help us [cougheverythingKaibahaseversaidaboutdragonscough] at all but it does speak to the fact that she didn’t have real friends to compare them to.

But they were more than friends, they became her role models…

They used weapons and armour, she says. She ignores the fact that they also call upon each other and fight as a team. She doesn’t have that option for making herself stronger so she focuses on what she can use, and says “I lived a similar life”.

Alternative clothes!headcanon; she has been dressing conservatively this whole time, that’s why she’s covered up on the cruise ship. But when she sees the Harpies, she decides to empower herself with “weapons and armour” like theirs and starts dressing in corsets and leather jackets, clothes that mimic their armour and give her a feeling of control and power: she chooses her own clothes and she knows she turns heads and distracts men when she’s flaunting herself.

I would be interested to know what the actual Japanese is here. It’s an interesting distinction. She’s saying she internalised this way of living and convinced herself and everyone else of it. She was screaming it - loud and sure, but also distressed. From her soul, so it’s really deeply-felt for her. But inside her heart, even deeper, she was still really unhappy and she felt alone.

She speaks of meeting the nerds like a destined event.

And specifically pulls out Jounouchi, even though early on, they didn’t share more of a bond than she did with Yugi/Yami or with Anzu. I think her fondness for Jounouchi grew and now that she’s looking back, now that she knows he’s particularly special to her, she’s seeing her memories in that light. She didn’t know at the time but now she does.

#thisguy

I think it’s sweet that the moment she chooses to remember is Jounouchi telling some overblown (possibly even false) story. She really like his sense of humour and his larger-than-life personality and this, more than the more obviously Friendship moments, is what she thinks about when she thinks of him.

Although she’s focusing on Jounouchi, she keeps saying “friends”, she’s thinking of the others too.

Personally, I think this section would be better if she was more explicit about that. The writers obviously wanted to focus on the shipping aspect so singled him out, but her relationships with Yami and Anzu especially are also really fun and interesting. I don’t polarship, so I’m biased, but I genuinely think her arc is more interesting as a Learns To Have Friends arc rather than a Will They Won’t They.

Either way

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But it’s so much more than “lonely”. It’s not like “I’d like someone to talk to”, it’s a deep and hungry emptiness that she’s only halfway through recovering from, just enough that she can guess at the light at the end of the tunnel. She’s much more used to the dark and crushing loneliness than she is to anything else and it’s taking her a long time to take little steps towards something better, Yami Malik swoops in to casually and easily start kicking down her painstakingly half-built sandcastle.

YEAH NO FUCKIN SHIT

Paris

Request: MODEL Y/N AND HARRYS GETTING LONELY BC Y/N ALWAYS IN PARIS W HER FRIENDS FLUFF PLS LOVE YA

A/N: OMG IM BACK. I hope you guys liked this and if you did I truly would love some feed back. love you all - maddy

MASTERLIST —-> X

LEAVE REQUESTS —–> X

Y/n has been away for so long. I feel like whenever I am working or away she is off and sitting at home but whenever she has work or has to fly somewhere I am always home alone. I just miss her a lot and feel like we both haven’t had a proper time to really be with each other in months. Ever since y/n’s modeling job really got going and she got more important roles we really haven’t seen each other. 

I’ve been trying to contact her but every time we do reach each other she is always busy working and can’t talk. I just want her back home and back in my arms where she truly belongs. We have been together for so long almost 3 years and most of it we were seeing each other till 6 months ago she starting to do some modeling for teen vogue and ever seen then she as been everywhere modeling with so many different companies. 

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iamkenricgreen: Missing this lady right here… when we are being silly we like to play this game called the model look (swipe left for examples). The idea is to look like the wind is blowing in your face and scorning you at the same time with your mouth slightly open. It’s surprisingly hard to do it without laughing, try it for yourself. Even though my wife laughs while doing it I think she pulls it off so perfectly it doesn’t look like a joke at all. Secretly I play the game now just so I can admire her face. #yesshesmine #noyoucanthaveher

Smile - Yoongi (Suga)

Description: It felt like millenniums had passed since you had seen him and your busy modelling career and his even busier photography career managed to keep you both apart, until tonight

Pairing: reader x yoongi

Genre: fluffy smut

Word count: 2.3k

a/n: firstly, the gif isn’t big and it’s making me very uneasy and second, im sorry…you’ll see

The modeling industry was a bit more hectic than your course leader had portrayed it to be but your spirit never allowed you to back down to any challenge…until today. You were privileged to meet and work with models from all different corners of the world never once regretting one encounter but your manager had went ahead and changed that whole perspective.

“y/n,” You had all just finished up a shoot on the beach and she walked over to you with a towel, “we need to talk,”

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Dark skin model of the week

Model Philomena Kwao 

Born Deptford, London, UK in 1990

  • Born in  London to parents from Ghana
  • Graduated with a bachelors in Economics from Bristol University  and her masters in International Health Management from Imperial College 
  • Kwao is one of the most well-known plus size fashion models and Britain’s first black plus size model 
  • Discovered in plus size modeling competition in the UK. The competition was held by Evans in association with Models1.
  • Kwao is an advocate for diversity and discrimination in the fashion industry. She envisions herself as a spokeswoman for body positivity and as a role model for young women everywhere
  • An activist for worldwide healthcare reform and hopes to work for a global health agency in the future 
  • In 2008, Kwao was crowned Miss Ghana UK
  • Has her own charity organization  called The Lily Project that helps as online counseling for young people 
  • In 2012 she awarded the GUBA Rising Star award.
  • Signed withModels1 in the UK and JAG Models in the USA 
  • Currently lives in NYC 
Missing Children and Brown Headed Cowbirds

It was absolutely hell on fucking earth.

Bobby was first. Lil Bobby, not even six months old but I had never watched a baby who smiled more. Stolen right out of his crib during the night, mom came in to feed him and the crib was empty. Cops were called, the estranged father taken in for questioning. Meanwhile everyone looked the other way- we live in that kind of town, where unwed mothers on welfare aren’t cared about and a fatherless child not spoken of except over a glass of wine and hushed whispers.

It was when the Hukk twins disappeared two days later when things really started to get crazy.

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Photograph #1

PART 1 (AO3)  / Part 2 (AO3)  / Part 3 (AO3) / Part 4 (AO3)

Pairing: Hyuk x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 2,196

Summary: You’re a frustrated amateur photographer who just got a surprising phone call from an old friend. Thanks to her, your first professional gig will be photographing famous idol group, VIXX. You hope this will be your big break but it seems like it could lead to something more with the maknae Han Sang-hyuk.

Author’s Notes: I didn’t have a particular era in mind for this, but I imagine it anywhere from Fantasy onwards. I planned this to be a small one-shot to test out the waters but I might continue this, especially if readers enjoy it! I’m always open for messages for anything VIXX. Thank you for reading!

If you enjoyed the story, I would appreciate any comments/kudos on the Archive Of Our Own Page!


You’re sitting in a buzzing photography studio, clutching your DSLR camera tightly to control your trembling hands. You breathe in and out. You feel your feet pulse as they ache in your cheap office shoes. You can already see a small tear on the bottom of the flats.

While you fidget in place, you can hear Ara’s voice play in your head, I’ve got a gig for you (Y/N) but you’ve got to come here now! This is only the beginning! You couldn’t recognize her voice when she called you in the middle of a busy weekday. You don’t get calls from cool creative directors of fashion magazines everyday, but when she mentioned replacement photographer, everything clicked in your mind.

You pull out your phone from your pocket, ignoring the missed calls and unread texts, and turn on the front camera. You see your melting makeup and Ara’s lipstick mark on your cheek when she greeted you. You try to blot it out with a white handkerchief from your pocket right before today’s guests arrive.

Suddenly, the room bursts into greetings. Six tall, handsome men and the rest of their entourage enter the studio. Ara bounces towards them, gliding on her high heels, and waves you over. You hear her making small talk with the men as you approach them.

“(Y/N), this is VIXX, your models for today!” She introduces them one by one, and they each bow towards you. You return the gesture.

Their leader, N, smiles, “We put ourselves in your hands today, (Y/N)-ssi.”

“I will do my best!”, you reply a little too fast, hoping they don’t notice the shakiness in your voice. They all laugh and agree.

Ara signals for makeup and styling to take over and she knocks you with her elbow. “You’ll be fine. Great, actually.”

“I hope so”, You say as you let out a sigh.

As music blares over the speakers, the men get groomed and dressed. Today’s theme is the boyfriend look: denim jackets, big sweaters, comfy sneakers, soft makeup. You make adjustments to the lighting with your assistants as Leo, their main vocal who hasn’t spoken a word, is getting final touch-ups before the makeup artists scurry off. You take a few breaths before locking in your lens to the camera. You’re ready for this. You deserve this opportunity. You feel your heart pumping in excitement.

“Okay, let’s start!”, You say.

You take a few test shots and check the photos quickly on the laptop. We’re fine, we’re doing this. “Leo-ssi, could you please bend your knee and lean to one side-Yes, perfect!” Leo quickly adjusts to your feedback and settles into the pose.

You feel the adrenaline of directing and shooting and you keep going until, before you know it, you hear Ara, “I think we got it!”.

“What?”, You ask.

“I think we got everything for Leo-ssi, let’s move onto the next,” Ara says, as she gives you a thumbs-up.

You sling your camera to the side and walk over to her. She’s sitting in front of the laptop, clicking through the photos.

“Are you sure? I can still take more.” Your heart squeezes in anxiety and your arms grow numb.

Leo walks over to the two of you and bends down to take a good look at the pictures. You mentally hear a clock ticking as he looks at himself, his pose changing at every click. “Ah, these are nice,” He says nodding with the first small smile you see from him.

“Thank you, Leo-ssi!” You smile and you feel a weight lift off of your shoulders, your body releasing your worries. He straightens up, nods at you, and walks off to get changed.

You look at your friend and she scoffs. “Told you. But we’re just getting started.”

Time seems to pass by easily as each member steps up to get photographed. In these brief moments you can see flashes of their personalities as they pose for you. Ravi exuded his signature swag but surprised you with a soft thank you for a smooth session afterwards. N quickly got into the groove of the shoot and gracefully changed poses and expressions, while asking for feedback to get things perfect. Ken couldn’t resist messing around with his aegyo energy before Hongbin jumped in to join Ken’s pictures as the handsome visual. You’re feeling confident as a photographer, as if you’ve been doing this forever. It’s been awhile since you’ve had so much fun.

Laughter drowns out the music playing in the studio, as Hongbin and Ken start to get physical and push each other around while still mugging for the camera.

“Hey, hey, hey!” A voice cuts through the noise and Hyuk walks past you, onto the backdrop, shooing away the rowdy duo.

Ken and Hongbin instantly get on their hands and knees to beg for mercy from the tall maknae but they quickly skitter off when he feigns kicking them, swinging his long legs. You take a few pictures of their antics and when Hyuk finally notices the flash going off, he looks at you and smiles. His eyes crinkle at the corners as he sheepishly bows towards the crew.

“I apologize for our behavior!” He jokes, as the other members snicker at the sidelines. He lastly bows towards you, “I will work hard so please take care of me!”.

Before you could reply to his cheeky manner, his hyungs holler, “Go, Hyogi!”.

You shake your head and point towards where Hyuk should be standing. He follows and you hold your camera, “You ready, Hyuk-ssi?”.

He nods, slides his hand into his pants’ pocket, and pushes back the ash-gray hair from his eyes. His playful smile suddenly changes to a piercing smolder, catching you off guard as you look through your camera’s viewfinder. For the first time today, you hesitate to take a picture, feeling his gaze through the glass. Your nerves return with a vengeance and you’re frozen on the spot, unable to breathe or make a sound.

Ara shouts, “Hyuk-ssi, could you please make it cuter! We’re going for the boyfriend look!”.

Your daze breaks as you hear your friend’s voice and you quickly press the shutter before Hyuk returns to his mischievous smile. What was that? You lower the camera from your face.

“(Y/N)-ssi, are you all right?”, Hyuk asks lightly.

“I’m fine!”, You stutter as you fiddle with your camera’s knobs and settings.

The rest of the shoot goes without a hitch. After Hyuk’s portraits, the team scrambles to set-up for the final group photo with all the members of VIXX. You plop down on a seat next to Ara, who is scrolling through the photos, and she hands you a bottle of water. You gulp half of it down and sigh.

“Final stretch, my professional photographer,” Ara says both jokingly and sincerely. “Just get this group photo down and we can get some drinks, on me!”

“Sure, that sounds nice.” You take a moment to look at the pictures you took as she taps the keyboard of the laptop. It’s the first time you’ve ever photographed celebrities, let alone popular idols, and you feel a swell of pride in your chest. You shyly turn towards Ara. “Um…I just wanted to thank you for this opportunity-”

“Opportunity! I think I should be thanking you!” Ara avoids your gaze, embarrassed, “If you weren’t around, I would’ve been so screwed.”

You don’t want to push any further, as you can see Ara fighting a smile. “Thank you.”

“Okay, break time over.” Ara perks her head up and you follow her gaze. You look at the backdrop and VIXX is there, in new outfits and getting touch-ups and adjustments to their clothes. You stand up and stretch, ready for the last push.

You cross your arms as you chew on your bottom lip. You’re trying to imagine the composition of the shot as VIXX fidgets awkwardly in a line. Ken wriggles in anticipation and Leo can’t resist giving him a small push to throw him off. The members quietly laugh and talk in hushed tones, waiting for you to give them instructions. You take a test shot and review it on your camera. You sense something wrong and scratch your head. You raise your hand shyly.

“Sorry, I hope it’s okay that I’ll position you myself. Please, excuse my intrusion!”

You walk towards each member and gently arrange their stance, the placement of their hands, the position of their heads, prodding and moving them here and there. You lightly touch Leo’s broad shoulders to face at a certain angle. You tilt Ravi’s head just a few inches to the side. N reassures you that it’s okay to direct him any way you’d like and Ken mocks him by pretending to be a mannequin when you pose him. You poke at Hongbin’s feet to get them in place.

When you’re finally in front of Hyuk, you feel the longest moment pass as your eyes meet his. You carefully take his hand and guide it towards Hongbin’s shoulder, arranging his fingers one by one.  Without thinking, you hold his hips and make him shift his weight slightly to the side. His body stiffens to the sudden touch but you step back and look at him and it’s perfect. You pause to admire your work but then feel the delayed embarrassment of your actions.

“Ah, sorry, sorry, Hyuk-ssi! I was just posing you!”, You say.

He laughs. The tips of his ear are tinged pink and he clears his throat, “It’s all right.”

You quickly turn around hurry back, at a distance, avoiding looking at his direction. Trying to keep your composure, you raise your camera and find all the members ready, carefully arranged. You take a deep breath and take the shot.

When you step out of the studio, the sky has melted from a deep orange to blue and the cold air seems to wake your tired body.

“Good job, everyone!” Ara proclaims as she follows right behind you. “Let’s get those drinks, but just give me a second. Got to update the team.”

“Sure, no problem,” You reply.

Ara walks off to the side and immediately switches to business mode as she begins making calls. You feel a warm buzz from the rush of the photo shoot as you walk further down the driveway. You see the crew exchanging thanks towards each other while waddling towards the vans to pack up the cases of lighting equipment, racks of outfits, and makeup trolleys. A few of them see you and they congratulate you on a job well done. You’ve never felt such satisfaction from work before and silently hope you get the chance again.

You pace back and forth and check your phone while waiting for Ara. You scroll through the missed calls and texts from your office. I guess I’ll be resigning soon, you think as you read the angry messages. I hated that job anyway. You shove your phone back in your bag and walk back towards Ara’s direction.

“Let’s get going!” Ara waves at you as she stands beside her car.

You get into the front seat and shut the door.

“I hope you don’t mind that we have some company for our drinking session tonight.” She quickly starts the car and locks in her seatbelt.

“Who’s the company?”, You ask.

“VIXX just invited us to join them and they’ve asked specifically for you to come.” Ara gives you a wink, places her hands on the wheel, and drives off onto the night roads.

You feel your phone vibrating in your bag. You take out your phone and see it’s an unknown number. You hesitate. You wonder if it’s your boss, getting ready to fire you or your officemate, ready to chew you out, but it’s not. It’s Hyuk.

“Good evening, (Y/N)-ssi, this is Hyuk-ssi. Our manager is already drunk but he said to make sure we give Ara-ssi the directions to where we are since it’s kind of a hidden spot. She’s not answering her phone though.”

You feel your heartbeat race a little.

“Good evening, Hyuk-ssi. Ara is driving right now but just give me the directions and I’ll tell her.”

“All right!” Hyuk gives you the directions to a small restaurant hidden in the side streets of the city. “The owner is an old friend of our manager and he’s not very good with technology so it’s not on the map.” You hear laughs from the other members around him and the bright, clinking of glasses.

“Ah, I see! Well, thank you for your help! We’ll be there soon.” You internally congratulate yourself for keeping your cool.

You’re about to hang up until you hear faintly Hyuk calling your name. You think he must’ve given the wrong directions or you consider maybe that they made a mistake in inviting you. You try to relax.

“Yes?” There’s a pause. You imagine him smiling, with his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“I’m looking forward to seeing you again.”

Savages (FINALE)

Bucky&Steve x reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, stress, threesome(s), graphic male-female and male-male sexual acts, smut.

A/N: here we are! final part :) Thanks for sticking with me on this one, dolls! Get ready for that happy ending! 

Originally posted by ariesw1493

“Where the hell are you! I’ve been trying to get ahold of you for two days!” Daisy shrieked, completely freaking out at the other end of the line.

“I’m in the South of France” you shrugged as you brought your brightly coloured cocktail to your lips, just peering over your designer sunglasses at Steve and Bucky, who were caught up in a challenge who could make the most laps in the least amount of time before they’d exhaust themselves. Surrounded by nothing but tranquility, the heat of the sun and the crisp white villa and nature; there wasn’t a better view available than those two men in the pool. Their muscles rippling with every calculated move, water crashing over them seemingly without the slightest amount of resistance.

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Feathers

Disclaimer: I do not own Miraculous Ladybug. All rights belong to Thomas Astruc and his team.

Summary: In Mr Pigeon, Ladybug was witness to Chat Noir’s allergies to feathers. So was Marinette to Adrien’s allergies after being judged winner of the design competition. What if Marinette actually connected the dots?

Notes: Another repost. I’m also looking for a beta to bounce ideas off, since I love to hear feedback about my work. Message me if you’re interested!

XxX


“Is this a joke?” Mr Agreste asked, staring closely at the two identical hats.

Chloe gasped dramatically, stamping her foot. “No fair!”

She crossed her arms, wailing: “Marinette copied my design! It’s scandalous! How could you do that!”

If that weren’t enough, she started crying into the podium dramatically.

Mr Agreste raised an eyebrow at her dramatic behaviour.

“I apologise for the situation, Mr Agreste, but I can prove that this hat is my original design,” Marinette said smugly, her arms crossed as everyone’s attention was drawn to her instead of the wailing Bourgeois heir.

Instantly, Nathalie turned the tablet away from the wailing Chloe to face Marinette.

“Go ahead,” Mr Agreste said solemnly to Chloe and Sabrina’s gasps.

“Uhm,” Marinette began as she took the hat off its podium. “Everything on my derby hat is hand-made, from the embroidery to the weaving of the band to the stitching of the brim.”

Chloe scowled as she realised that Marinette was just about to unravel her carefully laid plan.

“It was all done by myself,” Marinette continued. “And last, there’s a special design element that only the true designer knows about.”

She turned the hat upside down, tilting it to expose the gold embroidery that spelled out her name in elegant gold cursive. “I signed mine.”

Chloe gasped in shock as her hands flew to cover her mouth, accidentally knocking over her podium. Instantly, everyone turned at the sound of the crash as the hat too fell upside down, exposing the gold embroidery.

Chloe ran off, sobbing once more as she departed the school grounds. “Daddy!” she wailed.

Nathalie turned the tablet around to face Marinette once more, Mr Agreste looking impressed.

“Very exquisite creation,” Mr Agreste said approvingly as Marinette blushed, staring at the hat in her hands. “You definitely have the labouring hands of a hatmaker, Miss…?”

“Marinette,” Adrien interjected, placing his hand on Marinette’s shoulder as he gestured at the aspiring designer.

“Congratulations on your demonstration, Miss Marinette,” Mr Agreste continued. “You’re the winner.”

Instantly, Marinette and Alya looked to each other, exchanging looks of glee.

“Thank you, thank you!” Marinette gasped in joy, bowing, her face absolutely ecstatic.

“Adrien will wear your derby on our next advertising campaign,” Mr Agreste continued.

Adrien grasped Marinette’s hands, the girl gasping and blushing at the contact.

“Awesome job, Marinette,” Adrien praised, his emerald eyes meeting sapphire. Instantly the blush grew tenfold and Marinette’s smile grew larger as she met his eyes.

Taking the derby hat from Marinette’s suddenly warm hands, Adrien started to put it on his head… only to stop when he felt a ticklish sensation up his nose.

“Ahh, ahh, ah, ah, ah, choo!” he sneezed, startling Marinette and Alya at its suddenness.

He sniffled, eyes lidded as he wiped his nose. Marinette blinked in astonishment, sapphire eyes wide. Then Adrien’s eyes rested on the shocked looks on the designer and reporter’s faces, and he paused.

“Uh, sorry!” he said, looking apologetic at the two. “I’m allergic to feathers.”

As if to prove his point, he sneezed again.

Marinette gasped in realisation. “Oh!” she said softly, before flinching as he sneezed again. Then a smile graced her face. “Gesundheit!” she called, waving at him.

“Ah, ah choo!” Adrien sneezed again, before sniffling and waving to her. “Thanks,” he said weakly before walking off, presumably to somewhere where he could get some tissues.

Behind him, Marinette exchanged another excited look with Alya, before jumping in the air. “Woohoo!” she cheered as the two laughed in joy.

Then a thought occurred to her, and called a quick “Sorry! Gotta go!” to Alya before chasing after Adrien. “Adrien, wait!”

The boy paused, just about to step foot into the limo, derby hat in hand, and turned to her. “Ah choo!” he sneezed once more, before turning to Marinette.

“What is it, Marinette?” he asked, sniffling.

“Uhh, the derby hat. We could, I mean, I could, not to say you can’t, but obviously you’re the model and all, but not saying you’re not because you’re perfect…”

“Miss Marinette,” Mr Agreste interjected sharply from the screen inside of the limo. “Can you get to the point? We’re on a tight schedule.”

“Yes!” Marinette snapped back, and once more confident and all business. “The feather in the derby hat. I could switch it for something else, since you’re allergic to it. I could use a flower, or maybe a fake feather, or some other ornament for derby hats.”

Mr Agreste raised an eyebrow, before looking at the derby hat in Adrien’s hats. “Impressive, Miss Marinette. Most designers wouldn’t alter their completed and submitted designs, particularly switching out the centerpiece of the design - in your case, the pigeon feather. Very well. Nathalie, clear Adrien’s schedule for the rest of the day. Adrien, go help Miss Marinette pick out a new ornament for the hat, since you are the model and we should make sure that you aren’t allergic to the new ornament, or Miss Marinette’s efforts will be wasted.”

Adrien gaped in shock for a moment, before grinning. “Yes, father,” he said, before closing the limo door. Instantly the car zoomed off, and he sneezed again.

“So, where to first?” he asked.

Marinette pondered it for a moment, a comment from Chat Noir suddenly popping in her head about feathers. It was weird, that both of the blonde-haired, green-eyed boys she knew were allergic to feathers…

“Achoo!” Adrien sneezed again. “Sorry,” he said, sniffling.

“Well, you’re not allergic to flowers, are you?”

“Shouldn’t be.” Adrien said cautiously.

“Great! Then first stop is my house to drop off the hat so you don’t sneeze all the time, then we’ll go to the florist’s to see the flowers!”

XxX

“Oh, hello Adrien!” Mrs Cheng said cheerily from the counter of the bakery. “It’s good to see you again!”

“H-hello, Mrs- achoo!”

“Well now Adrien,” Mrs Cheng said cheekily. “I doubt my ancestors had the name achoo.”

“No, no!” Adrien said frantically. “Please accept my sincere apologies.”

“Oh, relax Adrien.” Mr Dupain said, coming out from the kitchen. “She’s just teasing you.”

“Oh,” Adrien sighed in relief. “Hello, Mr Dupain, Mrs Cheng.”

“Now, Adrien, you can call us Tom and Sabine, all of Marinette’s friends do.”

Adrien froze. “A friend?”

Marinette smiled at him. “Yeah, you’re a friend of mine!”

Tom grinned. “A really good friend, actually.”

“Papa!” Marinette exclaimed, before making to drag Adrien upstairs with her. Halfway up the steps, though, she suddenly remembered all of the pictures that were still up on the wall.

“Oh no!”

“What is it, Marinette?” the three chorused in unison.

“Uhh, nothing. Adrien, why don’t you stay down here? I’ll just put the hat up. It’ll only take a minute, heh.”

Adrien had barely nodded his consent before Marinette ran upstairs like a whirlwind. He shrugged, before he walked down the steps when he heard crashing upstairs. He made to go back up, but Mr and Mrs - ahem - Tom and Sabine stopped him.

“No need, Adrien. This always happens all the time.”

“Really?” He asked dubiously.

“Oh, you don’t know the half of it. Especially in the mornings when she’s in a rush to go to school.”

“Papa!” Marinette exclaimed.

“But Marinette, I’m only telling him the truth!”

Adrien laughed, stopping the incoming banter between the two as they heard him. He stopped for a moment, and smiled nervously.

“Are you staying for dinner, Adrien?” Sabine asked.

“Then he can stay forever!” Tom exclaimed.

“Papa! Mama!” Marinette screamed.

Seeing his cheeky grin, she immediately grabbed hold of his arm and began to drag him out of the bakery door. “Bye Papa! Bye Mama! I’ll see you later!”

“… I still ship them.”

“Me too.”

XxX

“What flower is that one?”

Marinette blushed. “It’s called a black cat petunia.”

“Black cat?”

“Yeah, it’s kind of a tribute to Chat Noir. After he saved me from the Evillustrator and all.”

Adrien smiled to himself strangely, before looking closer at the flower. ‘An even more fitting tribute than you think.’

He took out his wallet. “How much is it?” he asked the florist.

“What- no Adrien, you can’t pay for me!” Marinette shrieked, still holding the flower.

Adrien handed the money to the florist. “Too late,” he said, smirking.

Marinette glared at him, before she jolted, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. “Should we- Ahh, I don’t mean in that way, but oh my god, it’s we anyway - go?”

Adrien stared at her, shocked, for a moment, before nodding. “Yeah, I want to see how you’re replacing the feather with a flower.”

“Huh? Haven’t you seen the designers do it? I mean, some of them might replace things like buttons and such, right?”

“I haven’t seen it unless I’m the one wearing the clothes. Models don’t really see the clothes unless it’s the final product. Even then, it’s mostly fixing seams.”

“Oh,” Marinette murmured, rolling the flower in her hand, before her phone beeped. “It’s 4 already. We should get going.”

Then Adrien’s phone rang, and he frowned at seeing the caller ID. “Sorry, I’ve got to take this.”

He picked up. “Hello, Nathalie?”

Marinette sighed at that. It looked like her time with him was going to be cut short once more.

Adrien hung up. “I’m really sorry about this Marinette, I really wanted to watch you work.”

“It’s okay! Tomorrow’s a weekend, so you can come over and watch me work then!”

His eyes widened. “Really?”

Marinette nodded firmly. “Yeah!”

He smiled - a real smile, not the smaller ones he had at school - and grasped her hand. “Thanks, Marinette.”

XxX

“Say, Chat Noir, are you really allergic to feathers?”

“Yeah,” the response came. “Why, My Lady, concerned for this poor alley cat?”

“As if! It’s just that my friend, he’s also allergic to feathers.”

“It’s a common allergy, I suppose.”

“Well, it was weird how I found out, I suppose. I didn’t even know until today!”

He laughed. “Tell me about it! Two of my friends just found out, and one of them was really nice about it.”

“Oh?” Ladybug raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, see, she designed a hat for me, but she used a feather in the design. I kept on sneezing, but I had to wear it, so she generously offered to change it for me - and she dedicated it to me, even! Well, superhero me, but she doesn’t know that.”

Ladybug froze. “What?” she said weakly.

“Yeah, it was really nice of her, right?”

Marinette’s mind was racing a thousand miles an hour. Adrien was blond. So was Chat Noir. They were both allergic to feathers. Chat Noir’s friend had designed a hat for him, and she used a feather in it. Marinette designed a derby hat for Adrien using a pigeon feather. Chat Noir’s friend replaced the feather. Adrien and Marinette had gone searching for a flower to replace the feather that afternoon. His friend dedicated it to Chat Noir. Marinette had told Adrien the petunia was a tribute to him.

“-Lady! My Lady!”

“Adrien?” she said cautiously.

It was Chat’s turn to freeze. “What did you say?”

“Adrien. You’re Adrien. Oh my god, why didn’t I see it before! Oh my god, I’ve been so blind!”

Instantly Chat slapped a clawed hand over her mouth. “Quiet! Do you want the whole of Paris to know?”

She stopped then, but her eyes met his. “So, you’re really…”

“You can’t tell anyone!” he whisper-shouted fiercely, before his expression turned melancholic. “Being Chat Noir is my freedom. If my father knew, he’d trap me in that mansion again. Alone.”

Ladybug touched his cheek. “Oh, Chat.”

“Do you understand now? No one can know.”

She nodded. “No one else, kitty.”

They sat in silence there for a moment, before he spoke up again. “How’d you know that I was Adrien?”

“Well,” she said slowly. “First of all, you’re both blonde. Then, you mentioned being allergic to feathers.”

“Those two are common enough,” Chat said. “It could have been a lot of people.”

“I know. What actually confirmed it for me was your friend. The one who replaced the feather for you.”

“How could that have clued you off?”

“Tell me, Chat,” Ladybug spoke, excitement bubbling inside of her. She knew her most closely guarded secret was about to be given away, but to this person, she would entrust all of her close secrets to.

“Did she happen to replace that pigeon feather with a black cat petunia?”

“What- how did you know?!”

“Look at me, Chat, really look at me.”

For the second time that day, emerald eyes met sapphire. Then Chat Noir let out a soft gasp as he realized he recognised the confidence in those eyes. While he always saw them on Ladybug, it was also in someone else’s eyes - someone who had bested Chloe at her own game and impressed his father earlier that day.

“Marinette?” he breathed.

Ladybug exhaled. “Yeah.”

Then he took a deep breath. “Can I… kiss you now?”

Ladybug gasped softly.

“It’s something I swore to myself during the first Akuma attack. I told myself whoever it was beneath the mask, I’d love the girl. It’s not just because you’re Ladybug, it’s also because you’re Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the girl who’s class representative, the one who beat Chloe down and also impressed my father.”

“Chat,” she breathed, before her eyes glowed with confidence again. “I’ve love you too. Since that day in the rain. When you gave me your umbrella. And also when you’re Chat, the one who saved me from the Evillustrator, and the one who protected me from Timebreaker.”

“Ladybug…”

“Chat…”

“I love you.”

They both closed their eyes, and their lips met.

Then their lips parted, and now their eyes met, brilliant emerald meeting glittering sapphire.

No words were needed then. Their eyes met and thousands of words passed between them.

Then they smiled.

They knew everything was right in the world.

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Lydia x Fem!Reader

Requested By Anon

Warnings: Oral,


“Lydia?” You asked called out as you tried to find her.

 

“Hey, I’m here.” She called and you jogged up to her.

 

“You said you had an emergency!” You sighed when you found her sat in the art room.

 

“I do I needed a model.” She explained.

 

“I don’t know Lydia…” you started to say but she sat you in the middle of the room before sitting back in her own seat.

 

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White Lies [Chapter 1/?, Rated T]

When her life is turned upside down, Regina Mills must take on a new identity. From Boston to Storybrooke, from pantsuits to jeans—her new persona couldn’t be more different. (AU)

Art by the talented @the-notsoevil-queen.

It’s a Friday like any other Friday, yet unlike any day Regina has ever experienced.

As she braces her hands on her vehicle to peer at the motor, her arm inadvertently bumps into the rod that props the hood open, budging it an inch farther out than what’s safe, but she’s too busy glaring at the fuming engine to notice. Forehead wrinkling in a frown, Regina inhales a lungful of smoke and coughs as a result of the filth while studying the apparatus in front of her. The hood teeters precariously over her head.

Holding her breath, she leans in a second time, careful not to stain her jeans on the Jeep’s dirty bumper. The forward bend creates a dull, twisting pain in her lower back, but she ignore that too, blames it on months sitting at her desk without a proper vacation and interminable hours in this uncomfortable car driving away from civilization. The discomfort she imposes upon herself is all for naught; every second she spends hunched over, flicking her eyes from wire to motor to other engine parts she can’t even name, only brings more confusion. The problem doesn’t even begin to make sense to her, and she’s not any closer to figuring out what went wrong with this scrap of metal supposedly called a car than she was when the engine gave out half an hour ago.

A heavy sigh leaves her throat, shoulders sagging forward. She misses her trusty Mercedes. This old Jeep has felt like an inescapable curse since she first laid eyes on it, just like the whole idea behind this trip, but bringing her precious car with her here hadn’t been an option on the table. The make or model could have been recognized or attracted unwanted attention. One word to the wrong individual and she could be in even more danger than she already is. She has to keep a low profile for the foreseeable future, disappear, if at all possible, at least for the next few months, and arriving in a small coastal town of Maine—where everybody knows everybody and gossip is the primary form of communication—with a vehicle worth more than some of the houses in the area would not have been exactly discreet.

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Savages (5)

Bucky&Steve x reader

Warnings: swearing, angst, stress, threesome(s), graphic male-female and male-male sexual acts

(The admission)

Savages (1) Savages (2) Savages (3) Savages (4)

Originally posted by ariesw1493


Summary: As a high-end fashion designer you’re living an extensively comfortable life. When your relationship of six years ends, you’re not too happy to see your newly-ex on the arm of another woman directly after; which is part of the reason you don’t mind running in to two men, who seem to have some exciting plans with you. As a woman who always gets what she wants, you immediately recognise men who are used to that exact same thing, and you’re more than happy to be the one to put them in their place.

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Lost Stars. Jungkook

WORDS: 2.4K
GENRE: ANGST/FLUFF
WARNINGS: INCREDIBLY BRIEF MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM

Please don’t see

Just a boy caught up in dreams and fantasies

Please see me

Reaching out for someone I can’t see

“I can’t do this anymore,” you whisper, not daring to look into his eyes.  You couldn’t make yourself see the pained expression that would wash over his face.

“What are you talking about?” He asks, taking his arm from around your shoulders and uncrossing his legs. He reaches for your hand, but you pull away from him.  Honestly, Jungkook isn’t sure what hurts him more: your words or how reserved you were acting.

“I think we need to break up.  We’re both too busy for a relationship anyway. I mean, you’re following your dreams and I’m still in college. I can’t keep acting like it doesn’t hurt to never get to see you, Jungkook.”

He shook his head, looking in the opposite direction, unsure how to word his response.  “Why now?” He mutters quietly.

“I don’t know. I’ve just finally hit my breaking point, I guess.” You look at him out of the corner of your eye.  The look on his face made your heart shatter, his gentle smile he usually had around you had been replaced by a strange mixture of anger and sorrow.  

Take my hand, let’s see where we wake up tomorrow

Best laid plans sometimes are just a one night stand

He releases a heavy sigh and sits up.  “Y/N, listen to me,” he starts, turning to face you. “Can we talk about this before you make a decision like this? I hate being away from you too, but I love you and I really don’t want to lose you,” he says, lifting up your chin so you would look him in the eyes. “It was hard enough for me to ask you out the first time, please, don’t make me have to do it again,” he joked.

“Jungkook, I’m serious. I need someone who can be here for me, not someone that I never get to see because he’s off getting fawned over by millions of other girls.”

“I’m sorry, but what do you want me to do, Y/N? Quit BTS? Jagiya, I love you, but that’s not going to happen. Can’t you just give it a little more time?”

“This isn’t something that I decided to do overnight.  I’ve been trying to figure out how I’ve felt for a while know.  It’s just too hard, Jungkook.  You leave and I’m stuck here all alone.  Talking to you on the phone for thirty minutes is the most communication I have with you most days, and that sucks! I can’t keep doing this! Do you even understand how much it hurts to never get to see you? I can’t sleep because I’m busy worrying about you. I just- I feel like we’re drifting apart and I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry, Jungkook.”

I’ll be damned, Cupid’s demanding back his arrows

So let’s get drunk on our tears

He watched as you stood from your spot on the park bench.  He could see the soft glisten of fresh tears in your eyes, reassuring him that this hurt you as much as it was hurting him. Jungkook held his palms to his eyes. It wasn’t like he was stupid, he had felt the shift in the relationship, but he was just hoping that it would pass when he had a break.  

Everything was becoming more and more obvious to him as the moments without you ticked by.  Your eyes were the main source of how you truly felt and the dark circles beneath them made him feel guilty about what he had done to you.  He didn’t mean to keep you up at night, but that was the only time he got to talk to you and he didn’t want you to feel like you were being ignored; apparently, he had failed at that.

He pulled his hands away, looking at them sheen with tears. How could he let this happen? You were his everything and now, it’s as if you had completely fallen out of love with him.  There are other girls, he told himself.  None like you…

And God, tell us the reason youth is wasted on the young

It’s hunting season and the lambs are on the run

Searching for meaning

But are we all lost stars trying to light up the dark?

Putting on his normal act was probably the most painful part of the break up.  With dozens of interviews came even more fake smiles and fake laughs.  But, how could he let his fans down? The ARMYs had always supported him, the least he could do was try to fool them into thinking all was okay and that he was the same old Jungkook that he always was and that this break up meant little to nothing to him.

“Jungkook, you ready?” Yoongi says, pushing his chair back from the restaurant table.

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” Jungkook mumbled, taking his eyes off of the young couple across the room, laughing and smiling.  He remembered taking you here on one of your first dates since you had never been; it quickly became one of your favorite restaurants in the city.

Jungkook stood from his place, following his hyungs out the doors of the restaurant.  He stared down at his feet while his friends talked around him.  Smile, he told himself. Pretend to be having a fun time. His shoulder collided with someone, stopping him in his tracks. “Sorry,” he muttered, turning to face the girl who had her hand intertwined with her boyfriend’s. She smiled warmly as her boyfriend kissed the back of her hand, not paying the least bit of attention to Jungkook’s apology.  

His head swam.  They were everywhere.  It was like he couldn’t look in any direction without seeing someone happily in love, reminding him of what he used to have before he messed everything up.  Everything washed over him and he sat down in the middle of the busy sidewalk,staring up at the sky, watching the clouds pass overhead. His vision blurred as his eyes started to sting.  “No,” he mumbled as if telling himself not to cry would really stop it all. Jungkook buried his face in his arms, desperate for people not to see the overwhelming sorrow that had finally become too much to handle.

“Jungkook, why’d you st- oh…” Jimin stopped himself as he took a look at the boy seated on the pavement, people making a wide berth around him as his body shook with sobs.  The rest of the boys came to a stop beside Jimin, all of them just as shocked by the sight.  There was their maknae, someone quite good at holding back his emotions, breaking into tiny pieces as everything poured from his eyes.  

“Jungkook,” Taehyung muttered, approaching him slowly, grabbing him by the bicep.  “Come on. Let’s go back to the dorms, okay? We’ll be done for the day.” He forced Jungkook to his feet, slinging an arm around his shoulders.

Jungkook kept his eyes planted on the pavement causing it to become speckled with falling tear drops until he was shoved roughly onto a couch back at the hotel.  He looked up at the six older boys staring at him with looks of pure dismay.  “Can we please not talk about this?”

“No. This isn’t like you.  So, you’re going to sit there until you come clean,” Yoongi says, crossing his arms.

“Hyungs, please… I really don’t want to talk about it,” he responds, his voice barely loud enough to be heard. He looks away from them, wiping his eyes and nose on the shoulder of his t-shirt.

“We have a show this weekend and you can’t do this on stage, so get it out now.”

Who are we?

Just specks of dust within the galaxy?

Woe is me

If we’re not careful turns into reality

Don’t you dare let our best memories bring you sorrow

Yesterday I saw a lion kiss a deer

Turn the page maybe we’ll find a brand new ending

Where we’re dancing in our tears

He took his bottom lip between his teeth, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, locking his fingers behind his head. “I’m just being a baby about this whole thing.”

“What whole thing?”

“This stupid break up.  It was over a month ago and I’m still moping around. I just miss her… I look around and everyone seems so happy and all I can think about is Y/N and how she would say that all these young couples were so cute and how happy they looked,” he stopped, smiling softly to himself.  You always loved those couples because you were one.  You were just a city girl who only had books and school on the brain and he was Jeon Jungkook, international superstar and heartthrob, but somehow, it worked and you two were that cute and happy couple that everyone modeled their relationships after.

“You need to call her. Get some closure, or something,” Namjoon suggested, tossing Jungkook his cell phone.

“No… I can’t. I told you, I’m just over-reacting.  I’m fine, I promise.  It’s just- this tour is stressing me out, you know? I guess it’s all messing with my hormones,” he joked, giving the boys a smile. God, when did I get so good at lying through my teeth.

“Are you sure? You can talk to us,” Hoseok asks, worry stitching his brow together.  “Besides, she would probably take you back if you asked.”

Jungkook shook his head. He couldn’t put you through all that again.  He couldn’t stand to look at your sleep deprived features or the cuts on your skin because he couldn’t be there to help you through a situation or even the way you would have mascara on your cheeks because he had decided to Skype call you in the middle of a crying fit and you hadn’t wiped it all away yet. “It’s okay. I’m okay, I promise,” he assures, smiling once more.

And God, tell us the reason youth is wasted on the young

It’s hunting season and the lambs are on the run

Searching for meaning

But are we all lost stars trying to light up the dark?

And I thought I saw you out there crying

And I thought I heard you call my name

And I thought I heard you crying

Just the same

The stars added the perfect backdrop to the city scape.  It was late, almost midnight, but the streets were as crowded as ever with excited ARMYs filled with adrenaline from the recent concert.  Jungkook watched all the people pass as they were driven to the airport, off to the next city and off to the next group of fans.  

His breath caught in his throat as he saw the familiar jacket and your Y/H/L Y/H/C walking down the streets. He stared at you for a moment longer, just to be sure.  “Stop the car,” he said, not taking his eyes off of your tear-stained cheeks.

“What? Jungkook, we can’t. You’re going to miss your flight if we stop.  We’re already behind schedule,” their manager said, staring back at the golden maknae in shock that he would make such an absurd request.

“I don’t care. Stop the car, please,” he pleaded.  “Take the others, I’ll get a cab and meet you there, just let me out.”

Taehyung looked over Jungkook’s shoulder to where he had been staring. “Stop.  Let him go,” he says, looking at their manager with knowing eyes.

“You heard them. Pull over. But only for a minute! We don’t have time for whatever this is, Jungkook!”

The driver pulls over off to the side off the road and before the vehicle is fully stopped, Jungkook’s feet hit the pavement and he’s sprinting down the sidewalk, weaving in and out of the crowded walkway, muttering quiet “sorry”s and “excuse me”s as he collides with strangers.

“Y/N,” he whispers as you finally come into his sight.  Your head is down, your headphones stuck in your ears, hands in the pockets of your favorite jacket because it was a birthday present from him.  Even from all the way down the block he could make out the black streams of eyeliner and mascara forming rivers down your cheeks.

He watched as you made your way across the crosswalk as people jostled him, calling him by names he’d rather not be called for stopping in the middle of the pavement.  Your eyes just happened to look up and connect with his.  Your feet stopped moving. “Jungkook,” you whispered, your face softening as fresh tears of relief began to blur your surroundings.

His lips on yours was the only feeling you needed in the world.  The way they moved perfectly with yours, the sweet taste of cherries left from his chapstick.  His kisses were the one thing that could make you feel better no matter what, this time included.  

You missed his lips the second he pulled away from you, his hands holding your face close to his.  “I missed you so much… I’m sorry for being such an idiot. I should’ve paid more attention to you.  Jagiya, I’ve been a mess,”  Jungkook laughs, not bothering to wipe the happy tears from his cheeks.  “Please… Don’t ever leave me again.”

“I would never. I love you way too much, stupid,” you whisper, a soft smile on your face.

Jungkook smiles, his eyes crinkling in the corners as he dries your face with his thumbs.  “I love you way too much too, jagi.” He slides his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him, letting you connect your lips with his once again. Everything had become bright again from the moment the words had left your lips.

And God, give us the reason youth is wasted on the young

It’s hunting season and this lamb is on the run

Searching for meaning

But are we all lost stars trying to light… light up the dark?

And I thought I saw you out there crying

And I thought I heard you call my name

And I thought I heard you out there crying

But are we all lost stars trying to light up the dark?

Are we all lost stars trying up the dark?

“I love you, Jungkook.”

  • I’ve been thinking about an AU with a kindergarten teacher!Lucy and single mum!Erza. Erza’s daughter (Boudicca? Joan? Athena?) absolutely loves Lucy and always tells her mum about how cool Miss Heartfilia is, like:
  • “Mum! Mum! Did I tell you I got full marks on my spelling and Miss Heartfilia gave me a chocolate!”, “Today Miss Heartfilia said we only had to do twenty math questions and then we can watch a movie!”, “Do you know Miss Heartfilia has a cat?! She showed us pictures and it was sooooo tiny!”
  • Of course Erza loves that her daughter loves her teacher, and to have such a positive role model in her life.
  • And one day, Erza is late picking her daughter up (due to work maybe?) and the kid had to wait with Miss Heartfilia (which Lucy didn’t mind, of course, she can get back to her work later), and absolutely talks her head off.
  • Like, really, Erza’s daughter had no filter whatsoever, for example: “Did you know my mum use to do fencing? I dunno why it’s called fencing, but it’s cool and you can use swords!”, “People think mum’s scary, I think they’re jealous because she’s super strong!”, “People say mean things about my mum because she likes girls instead of boys, but she gives them a really angry look she doesn’t use on me–Hey! Maybe that’s why people are scared of her!”, “Mum can be scary, but she’s real nice and let’s me have ice-cream when I finish my homework and gives me goodnight kisses!”
  • And when Erza comes to pick up her daughter, Lucy is smiling because little Miss Scarlet is such a bright and cheerful child and she’s sees where she gets that lovely shade of red hair from.
  • Erza, of course, apologizes for being late (and confirms that it was indeed work problems), but Lucy waves it off saying that it was okay and that she understands. Erza smiles, and Lucy blushes just a little bit.
  • She might just have a crush.
  • And the next few times Lucy sees Erza, her crush grows stronger. But she does nothing about it.
  • But then on the last day of Erza’s daughter’s time at kindergarten before she goes to primary/middle school, Erza is picking up her child, and Lucy manages to gain the bravery to ask the woman out.
  • “Ms Scarlet, if you wouldn’t mind, perhaps… we could go out sometime? Maybe for a coffee, if you’re free…”
  • Erza is shocked for just a second, then smiles, and says, “Of course, I would love to, Miss Heartfilia.”
  • “Please, call me Lucy.”
  • And then they go on dates and become girlfriends, and Erza’s daughter loves the fact that her mum is really happy, and with one of her favourite teachers of all time no less.

anonymous asked:

Love your work!!! And navigating in @doctorroseprompts I saw a post about "five word prompts". Knowing your fics and sharing your love for Rose and Tentoo, there were two that I immediately thought of you: “so… what are we now?” and “why do I love you?”. Anyway, I was wondering if you might be interested in this. I know I would read, for sure! :)

Here ya go, Nonny! Hope you like it!! 

Rose Tyler’s No Good Very Bad Day

By Skyler10

Summary: Rose starts out having a terrible day at work, but by the end, her Doctor has the perfect remedy. One month post-JE. 

Notes: from the Five Word Prompts list here @doctorroseprompts

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Hot tears rolled down Rose Tyler’s face as she hid behind the filing cabinet in her office at Torchwood One, blocked from view from the door except for two pink Converse trainers sticking out. She tucked her knees up to her chest as another cramp rolled through her gut. How long before the damn pain killer kicks in? she grumbled to herself.

Everything today was wrong. She’d been on her period for a few days but today was Big Emotions Day. And boy, did her hormones have it out for her. First, there was the case of the missing Oyster card. Then when the Doctor found it, he’d looked so smart-arse about it, she hadn’t even thanked him. Second, she’d spilled hot coffee all over her new blouse (which he hadn’t noticed was especially low-cut, despite her hopes that it would catch his eye). Then, after an assortment of technology malfunctions and miscommunications, they’d been called out on a mission, which, of course, had her running and grimacing and being told to “keep up or we’re going to lose them!” by no less than three of her teammates, including you-know-who.

He had flipped his sonic in the air with an “Ah ha!” as he got a successful reading for where their pursuit would end. They made their way down the city street and each took their assigned posts.   Ten minutes into their stakeout later, a headache as well as cramps pounded Rose from the inside. She was dehydrated and couldn’t focus. If only she could reach the water bottle and meds in her supply pack… The slavers slipped right past Rose as she was distracted. She never even saw them until Jake shot a plasma net from his cannon and trapped them. Jake sent her a what the hell, Tyler? look before making the arrest and transporting them back to HQ. Failure ripped through her chest and taunted her aching brain.  

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