she speaks so well for her age

Female Vietnamese-Chinese-Australian

My dad is Vietnamese, but his parents come from China. My mum is from China, but she moved with her family to Hong Kong from an early age. They speak Cantonese (or as you otherwise might know it, traditional Chinese) as a main language, although they can speak (simplified) Chinese too. I was born and raised in Australia so I identify as Australian as well as Chinese and Vietnamese.

My area has some Asians, but you can get other PoC showing up too and as a writer, I like to embrace that (that’s why this profile exists). However, most people here are non-PoC, Australia being a former British colony and whatnot.

  • Clothing

Hand me downs. When your dad has 10 sibings and 2 of them are about an hour’s drive from your house, you can’t deny that’ll happen. However, I do get new clothes every now and again.

  • Food

My family does have a habit of eating rice and/or different Chinese styles of noodles a lot for dinner, but we eat pasta and other cultural foods every now and then. A typical lunch is normally a sandwich or fast food, while breakfast can be anything from dim sims to toast to apple pie (I think the apple pie is just a scrounge-for-money excuse on my mum’s part though).

We do eat Vietnamese food for dinner (a cold vermicelli dish with mint/lettuce, fish sauce and soft shell crab/spring rolls/cha lua/surimi scallops - or a combo of those - known verbally as something along the lines of “moong” to me, although I don’t know its proper name or spelling) or lunch (banh mi or pho), although the likelihood of having Vietnamese food for any given meal is significantly rarer than Western-style food/rice and normally it’s my dad who’ll eat pho.

We used to go out for yum cha for lunch (despite it being breakfast in most cases in Hong Kong) every now and again. When we’re in Hong Kong though, my maternal grandma makes us go to yum cha for breakfast and then to the same restaurant for dinner. There’s one dish I love from yum cha specifically (prawns in cheong fun with soya sauce) which is often on the menu and why I don’t mind yum cha in most cases.

My mum loves Japanese food, but my dad doesn’t like most raw things (I had a childhood friend whose mother used to work at a sushi shop, so we got lots of discounted food - it didn’t help my dad one bit) so me and my sisters have grown up eating sushi/okonomiyaki/sashimi and we’ll eat this stuff on birthdays or special occasions. That’s how we get into anime and learning Japanese at school. 

  • Holidays

My family is atheist, with a mild exception on my smallest sister’s part (she believed in the optional religious education classes a little too much, and so is a bit more insistent on Christianity). We normally go out to Chinese New Year celebrations in our vicinity (we normally buy the spiral potatoes on skewers and/or batter-coated octopus tentacles and eat them if not collecting freebies). We’ll eat mooncake, tang yuan or the like as a celebratory food around the relevant holidays, although we do sometimes eat them out of season if the food is around and cheap. We don’t take days off around Chinese New Year like Chinese are supposed to, but we do take breaks around Easter, Christmas etc. because schools, supermarkets etc. close on those days.

Red pockets (actually red envelopes, they have money in them) are a custom for birthdays, Christmas, New Year, weddings and Chinese New Year. If your birthday is close to one of the other listed holidays, you get one instead of two (see this profile for explanation). There is no set amount for the others, but normally for a 20-something-year old the cap is about AU $50 (we send the equivalent in American money to American relatives, but that’s less often than the ones we see in person and remember the birthdays for), and for weddings you should give more than that. 

We take basically any excuse to get together with extended family and Asian family parties are never dull. The adults, especially, gossip long into the night and if they bust out the alcohol, they go home at midnight or 2 am because…obvious reasons.

  • Identity issues

I thought, when I was younger, my surname was Chinese, but it turned out to be Vietnamese put through American pronunciation. I told my friends…and they didn’t give any reaction. Either they took it in their stride or just continued to think I was Chinese/Chinese-Australian like them.

I’ve been to Vietnam and Hong Kong on family trips before and for some reason, even though Australia is “home” to me, when all the people look closer to what you do and experience life similar to what you do, you feel like you’re “at home” in a weird sense. Can’t speak a speck of Vietnamese and my Cantonese and Chinese have fallen out of good use though, so I’m just berated by older relatives (in Cantonese and most times to my parents’ faces) when I visit them and speak in English.

I’m a bit more tan than my sisters due to neglecting sunscreen on sunny days, but my dad used to joke to me and my sisters that I was Filipino/Indian and looking back on it, that was pretty toxic. (It was also kinda hypocritical because he’s tanner than me, but he never pointed that out.) Some other people may get offended at being called “banana” or “ABC” (Australian-born Chinese), but me and my sisters can take it as a joke.

Talking about the Vietnam War is kinda awkward for me, as my dad escaped from it in his youth. I learnt about the war while doing an international studies course and being to Vietnam - there was this aura of coldness around it all the while and I don’t think I’ll ever get rid of it.

  • Language

I was taught Cantonese from birth, but Australia being as it is means English is my default. I had to learn Chinese and Japanese from language schools and school courses.

Hong Kong was British up until 1997, so there’s lots of English (the language, the people aren’t that common there) around and it’s easier to get by there (for me) than Vietnam. Vietnam was French in the 1800s so my dad knows limited French, but I’ve never learnt French. 

  • Study

I used to try and keep up with my parents’ standards of “play piano!”, “get good grades!” etc. etc. but as time wore on, I found I didn’t want to. In the end, I found they’re not too worried, so long as I do well in what I want to do and pass in what I need to do. 

…I’m also a proud procrastinator, as bad as that is.

  • Micro-aggressions

Notice how I’ve used “Cantonese” as a term for traditional Chinese, and “Chinese” for simplified? Cantonese and Chinese are completely different beasts. (I can get kinda picky about it, even though “Canton” is a somewhat whitewashed term and doesn’t refer to Hong Kong per se…I use the terms because I have no better way of distinguishing between the two.)

  • Tropes I’m tired of seeing

Kung fu Asians. Not all Asians are willing to whip your butt into shape with martial arts - most Asians wouldn’t know martial arts. For that matter, tai chi/taekwondo/karate/gong fu do not equal each other (yeah, Karate Kid with Jaden Smith is a misnomer).

  • Things I’d like to see more of

There’s one show I thought was fairly accurate in depicting a life like mine, and that’s The Family Law. Showing more family dynamics like that would be great.

I’d also like to see close siblings, regardless of genre, gender or race. (Not twins or OreImo, either - that’s a little too close.) I’m very close to my older sister, to the point where if we weren’t blood related, we’d be best friends.

It’s a weird demand, but regardless of where your story’s set or who it’s aimed at, I get kinda disappointed when people have an eating scene and they could check up some weird and wonderful food for it - for a workplace or school scene, a sandwich can make sense and it’s fine, but for one example, in fantasy feasts people eat “boar meat” and sometimes I wish they’d eat char siu instead of being so generic. Just do your research properly, spell the words properly and it’ll fit right in if it’s appropriate and/or relevant.

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spydersdomybidding  asked:

Not sure if this falls exactly within your realm of expertise, but thank you in advance. I have a character who was forced to learn a new language when she was 10 (world jumping) and finally returns home at age 19. Given that she would not have been speaking her first language with anyone else for 9 years, what would her transition to speaking her native language look like? I assume she'd only have the vocab of a 10-year-old, but can still learn more over time.

This falls kind of under psycholinguistics I think which I’m not super well versed in, but here’s what I’d think.

By the age of ten our native language (especially if we’re monolingual) is pretty firmly cemented in our minds. So for those nine years, despite speaking in another language, she’d probably be thinking in her native one. I mean she might occasionally use words from her second language that she doesn’t have a word for in her native tongue because, as you pointed out, she’d only have the vocab of a 10 year old.

Still, while it might feel a little weird and she might occasionally use bits of her second language to fill in any blanks, switching back to her native language would be pretty easy.

Language is… kind of like riding a bike, once you’ve got it, well I won’t say you never forget, but it’s pretty easy to get back on it and figure it out in one go.

Weasley ((George x Reader))

summary: molly introduces y/n and george and fluff ensues

requested: Hey can you do a 24 & 3 with George Weasley??

warings: none (possibly some swearing)

pairing: george x reader


3. “I was thinking about asking you out, but then I realized how stupid that’d be.” 

24. “Stop it.” “Stop what?” “Smirking at me like that!” “Like what?“ “… Stop it!”


You don’t go to Hogwarts- or at least you didn’t. Your parents were transferring you over the summer, because the success rates after graduating were higher there, or something like that. All you knew was that you were being forced to leave the school you’d grown up in for a majority of your life for a different one, where you knew all of no one, which was very intimidating.

Not that that was what you wanted to think of while you were book shopping for this new school. You were in the middle of picking up one of the books you needed, when your name is called across the store. You nearly drop the book in surprise, glancing in the direction of the voice, taking in Molly Weasley coming towards you. 

“Oh, hi Mrs. Weasley.” you greet when she’s in earshot. She’s friends with your mom, so you’d seen her around a bit.

“Y/N, hi! Your mom said you’re transferring to Hogwarts?”

“I am, yeah.”

“That’s great! All of my children go there, so you won’t have to worry about making friends- speaking of which, have you met my son George?”

“I have not met your son George,” you laugh, meeting eyes with a somewhat embarrassed looking guy your age. 

“Well, I’ll just leave you two to it then.” she responds, shooting a not so subtle wink at George, which doesn’t make him look any less embarrassed. She walks over to a different redheaded boy, which you assume is one of her other sons, and pretends not to watch the interaction. 

There’s a pause of silence, and after a minute the tall boy fills it. “I’d be her son George.” he chuckles, a little flushed.

“I assumed,” you arch an eyebrow, smiling to show that you were teasing. 

“What a rude thing to do.” he pretends to look offended. “I could’ve been any of her sons- she has six of them, you know.”

“Can’t say that I knew that, actually. But I’ll be more careful next time.” You can’t help but giggle at him. 

“As you should be,” he grins, the tension between you successfully melted. “Now have you found the fourth book on the list? Because I haven’t, and I’d ask one of my brothers, but I’m the smartest you see, so if I can’t find it then there’s no hope for any of us.”

“I’m sure that’s true,” you play along. “But that book is on the first table you see when you come in.”

“Pfft, of course it is. I was just testing your knowledge.” he informs you. “You passed.”

You end up doing the rest of your shopping with the Weasleys, mainly George as he splits the two of you away from the group for a majority of the shopping. “What’s your biggest pet peeve?”

“My biggest pet peeve?” his brow wrinkles in confusion. 

“Yeah.” you laugh at his expression. “Like, what really annoys you?”

“Oh, I dunno. I don’t like it when people call each other by their last names.”

“That’s weird.” you inform him, which he only rolls his eyes in response of. 

“Okay, then what’s yours?”

“I don’t know. I don’t like wet socks.”


“Y’know, like when you step in a wet patch while you’re in socks- that’s like one of the worst feelings ever.”

He just scoffs. “And that’s not weird?”

“No- who likes wearing wet socks? Literally no one. It’s weird if that’s not one of your pet peeves.”

“I think you’re a little biased.”

“I am not.”

“Whatever you say.” he hums, opening the door to the tea shop that you’d agreed to meet the rest of his family at. 

You about to wit something back when Mrs. Weasley spots you, and ushers you over to the table she was sitting at. “I’m not sure where the others are,” she informs the two of you. “I think they said something about Borgin and Burkes- George, would you go get us some waters?”

“Sure.” he gestures for you to take the seat across from his mother, smiling at you before heading towards the front. 

“Good looking boy, isn’t he?” she tuts, smiling expectantly at you. 

“Huh?” is all you can let out, a flush taking over your face as you process her words. 

“Georgie! He’s quite the looker.”

“Oh, um, yeah. I guess.” you stutter out, hoping your blush isn’t as visible as you know it is. 

“Girls always have liked him- can’t say he’s always liked them though. But he’s seemed quite interested in you today. Don’t reckon he’ll ever hear the end of it from Fred.” 

“Oh,” you let out, wondering what could possibly be taking George this long. 

“You do seem quite interested in him as well- and you’d just make the most beautiful children-”

“Mind if I join you?” George cuts in, seemingly unaware of the conversation he’d just interrupted as he sets your water in front of you, placing the others on the table. 

“Sure, Georgie, you can take my spot.” Mrs. Weasley gets up, her wink directed at you now as she takes her water from the table. “Y/N and I were just talking about how handsome you are.” she informs him, you nearly choking on the sip of water you’d just taken. Mrs. Weasley looks highly amused as she wanders towards the exit, clearly quite proud of herself. 

“Really?” George slides into the spot next to you, turning to you and bouncing his eyebrows. 

“I’m not sure I used those exact words.” you glance over at him, taking in the smirk on his face. “Stop it.”

“Stop what?” he teases, the smirk still resting on his face. 

You scoff at him, tempted to stick your tongue out. “Smirking at me like that, Weasley.”

“Like what, Y/N?” he challenges, ignoring your attempt at annoying him. 

You hold eye contact for a moment,daring each other to speak first. “…Stop it!” you burst finally, nearly pushing him off the bench with a shove that was meant to be playful. You burst out laughing at the expression on his face, which makes him laugh, and then you’re causing a lot more noise than you probably should be saying as you were in a shop. 

He looks at you then, with a tenderness that makes your cheeks flush. “What?”

“Nothing,” he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, cautiously. “I mean, I was going to ask you, but then I realized how stupid that’d be.”

“That wouldn’t be stupid!” you clear your throat at the eagerness in your voice. “Um, I mean why would that be stupid?”

He tries to keep a straight face, but laughs at your response, shaking his head. “I don’t know. Maybe it wouldn’t be. I just didn’t think you were interested is all.”

You stare at him expectantly, rolling your eyes when he doesn’t continue. “Is there something you’d like to ask me?” you hint, making him grin again. 

“Would you like to go out with me, Y/N?”

“No.” you watch his mouth drop open and giggle. “I’m just kidding, George. Of course I would- but that’ll show you for being over confident you wang.”

He rolls his eyes at you. “What’s a wang?”

“You. You’re a wang.”

“Really? So if I look up wang in the dictionary there will be a picture of me?”


“No I don’t think so- in fact I happen to have bought a new dictionary today- thanks for that, by the way- so I think I’ll just test that theory, if that’s okay with you.”

“You’re just full of tests aren’t you?”

“Says the one who thought rejecting me was just the funniest thing in the world.”

“It was! You should’ve seen your face.”

“No, I don’t think I should have- mostly because that’s impossible. Which I know because I’m the smartest Weasley.”

“Yes, I think I’ve heard that before.”

(just like endless banter until it’s time for you to go, and George kisses you goodbye, which leaves you very excited to see him again when school starts)

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Asking You To Stay

TITLE: Asking You To Stay


AUTHOR: the-resawrites

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine that Loki was being sent to school for troubled children, when he was young, because of his mischievous nature. He meets a girl there, who doesn’t speak, at all, and she’s being bullied because of it. Her parents had abandoned her there. 


NOTES/WARNINGS: It’s been a long time since I saw this so beware of typos! Thanks for reading! :)

I couldn’t believe the Allfather had sent me here, to this school far from the palace, but near the end of the towns.  It was full of children I guess like me, “troubled”. Father sent me here because I was causing too much mischief around the palace, I’m sure if it were Thor he wouldn’t have sent him here.

That was a few years ago. I was a new student here, so I didn’t know exactly where things were and how things ran around here, I was going to stay here until graduation so I had to learn things quickly. It wasn’t long when I found out that this school was very strict. They had watchful eyes.

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anonymous asked:

3 or 85 or both!!!! Dianetti ! I've read your stories and loved it, sorry I took so long to send a prompt!

3. “I’m going to kill you!” and 85. “Wow thanks a lot.”

Gina!” Rosa’s voice ricochets forcefully like a hail of bullets flying throughout the precinct. With her entrance, heads are turned and fear is abound as she stomps angrily towards her target. “I am going to kill you.”

The sheer lunacy and steadfastness of her words sets everyone off. Suddenly the hustle and bustle of the Nine-Nine settles down, small talk and crime solving all grinding to a halt as every person present watches with bated breath at whatever enraged and violent showdown is about to occur. Everyone thanks their lucky stars they aren’t the target of Rosa’s fury.

The only problem is- the very target of Rosa Diaz’s anger doesn’t even so much as flinch.

As her name had been screamed seconds earlier, the subject of Rosa’s frustration was none other than Gina Linetti.

“Say what?” Gina doesn’t even look up from her phone, and this blatant disregard is why everyone is watching.

You see, while Rosa strikes fear into the hearts of all whom she meets- Gina is afraid of no one.

(Of course, there are some exceptions. Gina can usually tell when she crosses a line with Rosa, and when Rosa’s in a delirious state Gina knows like any other human with the capacity to think that stepping on Rosa’s toes in any way is a big no-no. Sadly, this does not seem to be one of those times.)

Frustrated, Rosa grabs Gina’s phone from her hands and places it flat down on Gina’s desk. But there’s a certain caution with which Rosa does this- in addition, Gina doesn’t resist and lets Rosa take her phone away. There’s also a certain gentleness to how Rosa places Gina’s phone on her desk, as if at the back of her mind she knows no matter how mad she is at Gina, bringing harm to Gina’s phone would be on par with punching her in the face.

“Stop acting like you don’t know what you did, Linetti.” Rosa’s hand slams on Gina’s desk as she says this to emphasize her point, but she doesn’t receive more than a suggestive eyebrow raise from Gina.

“And what did I do?” Gina leans back in her chair, crossing her arms comfortably. “Tell me, Diaz. Since we’re doing this last name thing now.”

Rosa had no idea how Gina had become like this- so immune to her anger, not at all phased by her threats. Had she gone soft on Gina? Despite Gina’s general lack of fear regarding Rosa, she’s never been this blasé when Rosa had confronted her in the past. Like she’s confident she’ll come out of this unscathed.

“You broke up with Pimento over text, using my phone!” Rosa swiftly pulls her own phone out as evidence. The text sent to Pimento sits at the bottom of the screen, clear as day. There isn’t even a reply. Gina only grins in response, proud of her crime.

Yuh huh, you’re welcome for that.” Gina picks her phone back up from the desk and goes back to- is she watching a video about a monkey?

“Wow.” Rosa’s breath rasps indignantly- how in the hell does someone like Gina Linetti exist? Who does something invasive like that with no remorse whatsoever? “Thanks a lot,” she snarls sarcastically.

“Anytime, boo. So we done here?”

Rosa’s voice is this close to a growl when she speaks. Why is it this hard to confront Gina? She’s clearly in the wrong but somehow thinks Rosa was thanking her?

“No- we are not done here. You know I was being sarcastic. How could you dump Pimento over text for me? I never asked you to do that.”

Gina resolutely places her phone flat down on her desk, voluntarily this time. “Yeah… I don’t buy that. You’ve wanted to be done with him for ages by now. He’s a loser who doesn’t deserve you.”

Rosa scoffs so harshly it hurts the back of her throat. “Well, maybe let me decide that for myself, instead of thinking you know everything.”

Gina bolts up from her desk, and Rosa has trouble deciding if she’s happier to have invoked such a reaction or angrier about the Pimento thing.

“Okay- first off? I do know everything. Always have, always will. That’s just a fact of life- which I can confirm since I know. Everything.” She carefully enunciates those last words and presses a pointed finger into Rosa’s shoulder to emphasize her point.

Which Rosa ignores, because if she doesn’t stick to what this argument was about, Gina will derail and set off track their entire conversation.

“Gina,” she calmly starts. “I never asked you to help me dump Pimento. If I wanted to, I would’ve done it myself. And I would’ve done it on my own time and my own terms. Got it?”

“So why haven’t you?”


“Because you’re a coward, yeah, I get it now.” Gina interrupts in a huff. “You were never going to leave him, even though you so clearly can’t stand him anymore.”

“What makes you so sure I even want to break up with him in the first place?”

“Um, everything? You never mention or talk about him, you’re never with him- should I carry on listing things or is this an open and shut case?”

Rosa unclenches a fist and tries to find words. It doesn’t help that Gina’s got her arms crossed as she looks triumphantly upon Rosa, glad to have proven her point.

“Still- you overstepped your boundaries, Gina.” Gina only groans and rolls her eyes at this but Rosa continues. “You know how unstable he is, how could you just-”

“Wait, he didn’t hurt you, did he?” There’s this edge coupled with guilt in Gina’s voice, and she looks just about ready to apologize as well as hunt Pimento down. To kill him.

“No,” Rosa clarifies, and Gina lets out a tense breath as her face composes itself. “But Gina- he could have hurt you.”

“What?” Gina’s face contorts in disbelief. “You’re worried about me? I’m not the one tied down to a psycho boyfriend here.”

“You didn’t just text him from my phone, Gina, you left him a voicemail.”

Gina brandishes a nervous grin. “Oops, my B. Shouldn’t have done that while I was drunk. So… he knows it was me and he’s coming here to murder me now? Cool…”

“No. He didn’t see the text. Or the voicemail.”

“How? Did you delete them?” Gina’s face falters. “Were you with him?”

“Broke into his house. He uses his work phone when he’s working on cases, so he left his personal phone at home.”

“Nice,” Gina praises, but it’s half-hearted and she’s clearly still bothered by something. “So he doesn’t know anything. Nothing wrong with your relationship. Yay…”

“Alright stop,” Rosa cuts Gina off after the ‘yay’ goes on for far too long. “I didn’t delete anything yet, just stole his phone. I… don’t know how to use his phone.”

Gina sighs. “So you want my help.”

“You’re always on your phone, so. Maybe you’ll know how to delete the text and voicemail that you sent.”

“Yeah, yeah, point taken. Hand it over.”

Rosa fishes the phone out of her pocket and passes it to Gina, whose eyebrows furrow when she sees the extremely outdated model.

“What the hell is this?”

“He buys burner phones.”

Right.” Gina makes a face that reads yikes but flips open the phone anyway. “Okay…”

“Did you delete them?”

“Whoopsie. I think I just accidentally clicked play and I don’t know how to pause it. Eh, let’s just listen to my beautiful voice first.”

Rosa rolls her eyes but stays silent as Gina lays Pimento’s phone down on her desk.

“Hey Pineapple! Haha, that’s Jake’s nickname, but it works for you too, right? Anyhoozle, you’re probably sad because Rosa finally got the guts to dump you. My advice? Crawl into a hole a stay there. Forever.” Drunk Gina drags out that last word which makes Gina laugh.

Rosa gives her a look. “Really?”

“What? I stand by it.”

In the voicemail, Drunk Gina laughs at her own… burn before she carries on talking.

“But yeah dude. You should’ve seen this coming a million miles away. Rosa’s too hot for you-”

Rosa can’t help but grin, a burn spreading to her cheeks all the way to the tips of her ears.


Gina rolls her eyes. “Shut up.”

“-and she’s too cool. Why does she keep dating guys like you anyway?! She’s supposed to be with me. You ever love someone who you can’t have P-man? Never mind, I don’t care-”

The voicemail cuts off before Gina can even motion to try and stop the message from playing. Instead, she sits in her chair, frozen and glaring at the phone like she’s having a staring contest.

Rosa, on the other hand, feels like time has just stopped. She can’t believe this- why had she not seen it before? Rosa feels like a boulder just fell on her chest.

She’s an idiot.

“You…” she chokes out feebly. “You love me?”

Gina averts her eyes, and suddenly Rosa’s never seen Gina quite so scared of her- never seen Gina quite so scared ever, in fact.

“Yeah, but who cares.” She quickly fumbles for the phone and frantically clicks on the buttons, successfully deleting the text and voicemail from Pimento’s phone, before handing it to Rosa. “Go back to your boyfriend.”

Gina gets up and leaves her desk, and Rosa’s left to stare at Pimento’s phone. Her… boyfriend’s phone.

But now, saying that feels wrong- it feels dirty and forced and not at all what she wants anymore.

What she wants has been in front of her the whole time- and now she’s walking away.

“Gina, wait!” Rosa turns around and calls desperately, and to her relief Gina stops walking away and turns around.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Because if Gina had said something before, things could have been different. Things could have been better.

“There was nothing to say,” Gina remarks weakly, the life in her voice dying out. Hearing this hurts Rosa to no end.

“I have something to say.” A flicker of hope and intrigue flashes in Gina’s eyes which flattens into confusion when Rosa digs out her own phone.

“What are you doing?”

“Dumping Pimento on his work phone.”

Gina’s so pleasantly surprised she starts laughing- and oh, the sound of her laughter had always been soothing to Rosa’s ears. Her smile could melt any ice-cold heart. Her laugh was like a breath of fresh air to a drowning man.

Pimento doesn’t even pick up his phone, so Rosa leaves a voicemail.

“We’re done.”

She then shoves her phone back into her pocket and makes quick and large strides to get to Gina.

“Babylon, now,” she whispers quickly to Gina who chuckles in response and follows her without question.

No one sees Gina and Rosa for three hours straight.

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Start of a New Family (Part 1)

Originally posted by ravengirl94

Hi everyone! This is a part of a mini series I plan on writing, which is a sister reader series. Let me know how you guys like it! Sorry if it’s kinda short!  Hope you all like it!   

She wasn’t sure when it all started, or why for that matter. It all happened so suddenly that she couldn’t wrap her head around it, not that she really wanted to. No, (Y/N) would prefer not to wrap her head around it. One moment she was a normal teenage girl, struggling with normal high school drama with relatively good grades. She played sports, participated in the music program, and was even looking into college. Then it all changed. Bam. No warning, nothing. She just went home one day after school only to find her mother’s bloody corpse on the floor. After that moment, her life was completely different, and most would say the change was for the worst, although (Y/N) disagrees.

Although the change seemed rather abrupt and random, the choice had been made sixteen years prior. Not by her, no, she had yet to exist. It was by her mother. Her mother, (Y/M/N), who was so desperate to have a child that she made a deal. A deal that would allow her to conceive and raise a single child until the age of sixteen, even after every doctor in the book told her it wasn’t possible.. After the child turned sixteen, well, then (Y/M/N)’s soul would be headed south so to speak. So after that deal was made, she stumbled into some bar, got herself drunk, and slept with a man that seemed almost as troubled as she was. His name; John Winchester.

A few days after, (Y/M/N) began to feel sick, getting up early in the mornings just to vomit. A week later, she takes a pregnancy test. It was positive. She never tried to track down John, deciding that she would rather deal with the child on her own, especially with the deal she had made. No, the deal was her business, and her business only. No reason to get anyone else involved. (Y/M/N) decided to keep her child, having a healthy baby girl on (Y/B/D). She raised that baby for sixteen years, her deal floating in the back of her mind. Two weeks after her baby’s birthday, her deal came full circle and left her in ribbons on her kitchen floor.

Not that (Y/N) knew any of that. Her mother decided not to tell her anything about how she came to be, other than her father’s name. The only thing that (Y/N) knew was that if anything should ever happen to her mother, call John Winchester, and he could help her. He was her father.He had to, didn’t he? So when she found her mother dead on the floor, that is exactly what she did. She called the number her mother had given she her, only to reach the voicemail. She called again; nothing. Three times. Four. Finally, on the fifth ring, some picked up.

“Hello?” A gruff voice growled, the speaker on the old land line crackling. (Y/N) bit her lip and swallowed, this was certainly not what she wanted, not any of it. The man on the other end of the call repeated himself before she had the courage to speak.

“Is this John Winchester?” she asked, her voice shaking. The line went silent for a second before picking up again.

“No. Who the hell is this? Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t hang up on you right now.”

“I’m his daughter and I need help. Something killed my mom and I need help. Please, please, I really need help,” A whimper escaped her as she bit her lip. (Y/N) was terrified. Whatever had hurt her mother was strong, stronger than anything she had ever encountered. The thing could kill her too.

“John didn’t have a daughter,” the voice barked. “Now why don’t you tell me who the hell you are and why you’re calling my dad’s old phone,”

“Listen buddy, I don’t know who you are or what’s going on but I’ll tell you what I do know. My name is (Y/N) and my mom was (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N). I just came home from school to find my mother torn to shreds on my kitchen floor. All through my life my mother told me if anything ever happened to her I need to call this number and tell a Mr. John Winchester that I’m his daughter and that something happened to her. That’s all I know. If you can’t help me fine. I can just call the police. But if you can help me, I’d really frikin appreciate it because nothing I know of could break through a door and tear someone up this badly,” she snapped. The voice on the other end of the phone sighed.

“Okay kid, calm down. My name is Dean, and my brother and I can help you okay? You just need to tell me where you are,” Relieved, you quickly raddled off your address to the man. They said their goodbyes, and looked down at her mother again. Little did she know, this was the beginning of something crazier, something darker than she could’ve imagined. Little did you know that this was the start of your story, because you are her. This is the story of how you became the youngest Winchester, of how you were officially the Winchester’s little sister. But, looking back now on the normal compared to your new life, you wouldn’t go back. Even with the horrible start, this is what led you to your new family.
South African TV Watcher Problems

I feel the need to rant. 

As some of you may know, I am a South African. And as a South African who watches a whole lot of American TV, I have developed a pet peeve against having South African characters showing up in American TV shows because I can count on my one hand the amount of times they’ve gotten the accent right.

So, for those of you who don’t know, South Africans do not sound European, German, Dutch, or Australian, which are the accents normally given to South African characters, and it really greats my cheese. 

South Africans have many unique accents, and they rarely ever actually get heard when South African characters show up on American TV (I don’t watch much British TV so I can’t speak for them)

Now, don’t get me wrong, I know South African accents are difficult, but it is not impossible to learn how to do them. 

For those of you would like to hear what a South African accent really sounds like, you can find them here:

> Leverage s01e01 - Gina Bellman is amazing and her South African accent in this was so well done, I almost thought she was South African.

> Captain America: Civil War - Dear, sweet Chadwick Boseman did such a good job with his accent when he played T’Challa, and John Kahni, the actor who played King T’Chaka is a South African man, you can’t get an accent better than that.

> Avengers: Age of Ultron - When Andy Serkis showed up on screen as Ulyesses Klaue and opened his mouth a legit thought I was listening to a South African man speak. Imagine my surprise when I found out that he wasn’t one! Guys, I have not heard a better South African accent done by a non-South African than I what I heard coming from this man’s mouth.

> Voltron Legendary Defender S02E03 - Bet you guys weren’t expecting this one. Yes, my fellow Voltron fans, when you hear Ulaz speak, you are indeed listening to the voice of Arnold Vosloo, another South African man. Hearing his voice made me so happy, especially since he did not hide his accent as I have heard so man *cough - Charlieze Theron - cough* actors and actresses do.

So, there you have it people, don’t trust every South African accent you hear on screen, chances are you will be hearing some other accent.


ps: this was brought on by the addition of Doctor Becker on Chicago Med. She is supposedly South African. Her accent suggests that she lied about where she comes from coz it sure as heck ain’t South African

anonymous asked:

[gay character] has just upset the gods with their unrelenting sass. to teach them a lesson the gods make them straight. hilarity ensues.

put a prompt in my inbox!

“You have got to be joking,” said Marcus, horrified.

Zeus leaned back in his throne. There was an expression of great smugness on his face. He looked like a cat that had got not just the cream, but the sardines as well, followed by a plateful of pâté de foie gras and tenderised steak. “’Fraid not,” he said, cheerfully. “What was it you said again? ‘Do your worst’? Well, this is it. How does it feel?”

“I honestly can’t believe,” said Marcus, “that you would stoop this low. This is – this is – ”

“Cruel? Barbaric? Morally corrupt?” Zeus supplied.

“Yes! All of those things!”

“Now, now,” Zeus said. “Don’t ruin this with compliments.” He gave Marcus a thoroughly nasty grin. “So. What’s the first thing you’re planning on doing, now you’ve crossed the stream?”

“Crossed the – I haven’t crossed anything!”

“I’m sorry to break this to you,” Zeus said, “but it’s a little late for denial at this stage. The deed is done, my friend. The line is drawn. Welcome to the other side! We’ve got everything you could possibly want. Beer, strip clubs, compulsory masculinity…”

“But I don’t want any of that stuff!”

“You say that now,” Zeus said. “Just you wait. You’ll be shagging lovely maidens and knocking back tankards of ale before you know it. Which reminds me – you never answered my question. What’s on the agenda?”

Marcus sank down slowly on a grassy bit of the mountain, mind racing. There had to be a way out of this. Adrian was always telling him he could talk his way out of anything, wasn’t he? Well – now was the chance to prove that, for once and for all. But how did you persuade an all-powerful deity to go back on his word? How the hell did you outthink a god?

And then it came to him.

“Well,” he said, with studied casualness. “I was thinking of starting with your wife.”

Zeus was silent for a full five seconds. Then he said, “I beg your pardon.”

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anonymous asked:

favourite leonardo da vinci quotes?

  • what is fair in men, passes away, but not so in art
  • helen, when she looked in her mirror, seeing the withered wrinkles made in her face by old age, wept and wondered why she had twice been carried away
  • it is as great an error to speak well of a worthless man as to speak ill of a good man
  • every whole is greater than the part
  • no counsel is more trustworthy than that which is given upon ships that are in peril
  • he who is fixed to a star does not change his mind
  • why does the eye see a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination when awake
  • while i thought i have been learning how to live, i have been learning how to die
First Kiss

Originally posted by stayclassysupernatural

Pairing: Sam x daughter!Reader, Reader x Twin
Word count: 563

Part 8 of Twins

The next morning, you were the first one up. Hell, you were up, showered, and dressed before Sam was awake. Normally he was the early bird, and getting back from a jog before you crawled out of bed. However, knowing that the sooner you got back on the road, the sooner you were back with your son was a good way to get you out of bed.

He raised his eyebrow at you before letting out a yawn. “No caffeine for you.” He teased, noting how awake you were.

You rolled your eyes. “None needed.” You told him, double checking your bag. “In about twenty-four hours, I will be with my son.” It was clear by the tone of your voice, and the look on your face that had you wired. “I feel like it’s been years.” You sighed, sitting on the bed. “Sorry, I’m sure having someone this perky around first thing isn’t fun.”

Sam chuckled. “No, it’s refreshing. Dean’s not a morning person, and neither is Y/T/N.” He smiled. “Besides, you get to see your son.” His face softened at that.

Smiling back, you nodded. “And you get to see your grandson.” You couldn’t help but bite your lip, holding back your laughter at the look he gave you. “I don’t know if you plan to keep in touch, but if you do, you’re gonna have to get used to it.” You told him softly.

“I’d like to.” He told you honestly, earning a hopeful smile. “But, I’m going to shower, get dressed, and then we’ll grab breakfast before hitting the road.”

Dean drove first, with you and Y/T/N in the back. Your mood had turned around completely. Instead of crying and blocking them out, the two of you were getting to know each other. Sam glanced over his shoulder at the two of you and smiled. You were identical, but completely different. After a moment, he faced forward again, chuckling at the two of you.

“Okay, let’s see….oh! First kiss!” She laughed when you blushed. “Come on! I told you that horrible story about trying out for cheerleading.” She half pouted, making you sigh. “Yay!”

Shaking your head, you groaned. “Okay, okay!” You held your hands up in surrender. “It was 8th grade. I was at my friend’s birthday party. The girls would sleep over, and the boys would leave after dinner. Well, everyone was outside, and someone suggested spin the bottle.” The thought made you shudder. “I wound up getting this kid who’d had a crush on me for ages. I couldn’t stand him.”

She was laughing and shaking her head. “Oh. My. God.” She was clutching her stomach. “That’s hysterical!”

“I’m glad you think so! I told him he needed a tic tac, and to never, ever speak to me again.” You told her.

Sam glanced over. “Wasn’t he a friend or something if he was there?” He asked.

You shook your head. “My best friend was friends with his sister. He didn’t hang out with a lot of kids, so he was invited. Kind of a ‘let’s include the weird kid’ thing.” You shrugged. “Last I knew he went to some high IQ school or something. I dunno.”

“Ah.” He nodded, looking forward again. He’d be driving next, and planned to have you sit up front with him, so he could talk to you more then.

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anonymous asked:

Hey I adore your writting style can i please get one with Kakashi being in a lowkey relationship with a fellow jounin, Fetus Team 7 not knowing that think their "interactions" are signs of unconfessed mutual attraction. Whenever they ask Kakashi about her he brushes it off. Team 7 comes up with some stupid convoluted mess of a plan to set them together, not knowing both already are in a relationship. Just some fun and fluff.

Aye, I finally got this one done! We’ve got a few more Kakashi requests in the works so if you’re a fan of his character get excited because you’ll be getting a lot of content in the next few days :D 

(Including a continuation of one of my personal favorite works)

Hope you enjoy anon!

~Mod Whipski

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Bang bang alley ~ Part three, series two

Originally posted by variablealexa

A/N ~ So again for the purpose of the fic everything in italics is being spoken in English. I hope y'all are ready for this….

Theme ~ Mafia/Gangster AU

Pairing ~ Choi Seunghyun x Reader

Rating ~ Drama/angst/smut/fluff

Warnings ~ Language/Violence/Twists haha

Series one

Series two ~ | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 |

“So who was that in the car last night?” you asked as you drove your shin in to the punching bag.

“Good but a little higher, you want to reach their side” Daesung ordered as he circled around you.

“Ok but your changing the subject” you said as you did as he told.

“You know I can’t talk about it” he stated, stopping directly behind you.

“I wish you would all stop treating me with kiddie gloves, I think I have proven that I’m not some weak little girl that you have to keep in the dark” you said angrily as you kicked the bag extra hard, it swung wildly back and forth.

“Tell him that” Daesung said as he grabbed the bag stopping its motion.

“Ok I will” you shouted in frustration as you began to leave the room.

“He’s not here” Daesung said making you stop in your tracks.

“Where is he?” you asked turning back to him.

“He and Jiyong went to meet someone”

“Who?” you asked, Daesung just looked at you silently. “I know…. you can’t talk about it, but I feel like I’m going crazy being locked up in this place”

“Because of your nightmares?”

You sat down with a loud sigh and laid back on the cool wooden floor.

“They just keep replaying over, there suffocating me and there’s nothing I can do to escape them” you confessed. You weren’t sure what it was about Daesung that made you feel comfortable around him, maybe it was is quiet temperament or the fact that he had helped save you a few times or just because out of all of them besides Seung hyun he was the one you had had the most contact with.

Daesung walked over and sat beside you, looking the other way, he knew you well enough now that you felt eye contact was to intimate when you spoke about these things.

“What happens in your dreams?”

“Lots of things”

“Is there one that plays on your mind in particular?”

“There was one……. we were running to the van when Seung hyun was shot, he was laying beside me yelling something but I couldn’t hear it, when he was shot in the head………. I looked back to see who it was……..” you paused staring at the roof.

“Who was it?” Daesung asked softly.

“Me….. I held the gun up to my lips and said ‘shhh he’s sleeping’ just like…..” you caught yourself before the words could fall from your lips.

“Like who?” Daesung asked as he looked at you.

“No one, never mind” you said as you sat up.

“How did your father die?” he asked, you glanced at him before looking away again.

“Why would you ask me about him now?”

“I’m just trying to change the subject like you want to” he said as he gave you a nudge with his elbow.

“He was hit by a drunk driver, he died instantly” you said unable to look at him because of your blatant lie.

“Are you sure he’s dead?” as soon as he asked your breath hitched in your chest.

“Why would you ask that?”

“Things happen, people lie, even if it is to the ones they love. Sometimes they feel like a lie will save someone from heart ache or something much worse, like you”

“What do you mean like me?” you looked at him in a panic.

“You told Seung hyun you didn’t love him because you thought it would save his future and keep him with his family”

Seung hyun and Jiyong sat on the couch, looking around at the run down hotel room as they waited for your father to come back.

So tell me, what is she like?” he asked as he placed a few glasses on the table before opening a bottle of whiskey and pouring it out.

She’s strong willed” Seung hyun said as he picked up the glass and took a sip, Jiyong sat in silence, watching the man.

Ah she got that from me” he said proudly with a chuckle.

If you don’t mind, why is it she thinks your dead?” Seung hyun asked nonchalantly, your father nodded before picking up his glass and took a sip.

I’m not proud of it but I had an affair, her mother found out and took her away, I didn’t even know she was pregnant with the twins until I found out about the fire on the tv. They never mentioned _____ in the news so I figured she must have gotten out or had been sent away, I’ve been looking for ever since”

How did you know she was here?” Jiyong finally spoke up, your father seemed slightly taken aback that he could speak english.

Well a few months back there was photos of a girl with a Korean guy plastered all over the news back home, he was killed, shot in the head but they couldn’t find his fiancé. As soon as I saw her picture I knew it was her, she looks just like her mother did at that age. So I came here in hope that I would find her, it was just my luck that I stumbled on her shopping one day, so I followed her back to your place” he said with a smile, Jiyong narrowed his eyes at him. “I would really like to see her, so I can catch up on all that time I lost when she was growing up”

I’m not sure if that’s the best thing right now” Seung hyun said coldly.

I can see your very protective of her, I’m glad she has someone looking out for her”

We all are” Jiyong added, it was your fathers turn to narrow his eyes at Jiyong.

I will think it over and let you know” Seung hyun said as he stood up and shook his hand.

“Do you think we can trust him?” Jiyong asked as soon as they left the hotel room.

“I think it will be good for her, take her mind off what happened” Seung hyun said as they made their way down the stairs and towards the car.

“I have a bad feeling about him hyung”

“Relax, he’s just a poor old guy who wants to reunite with his daughter” Seung hyun said getting into the car.

“Come out little one, I promise I won’t hurt you” the man holding the glittering red hammer called out.

You whimpered slightly when the gaps between the wooden slats of the door darkened before light quickly appeared again letting you know the man had passed your hiding spot.

“Where’s mommy?” a little boys voice called, you had to hold your hands over your mouth just so your gasp couldn’t be heard.

“Mommy’s gone, come with me and I will take you to her” the man replied.

You moved as quietly as you could up to the door and looked out one of the gaps, one of your brothers was holding the man’s hand as he lead him to his bedroom.

“Come lay here with your brother and I will send you both to your mother” the man said shortly before the sound of muffled screams.

“No” you yelled waking yourself up, you were covered in sweat and panting again.

Without bothering to look if Seung hyun was beside you, you got up and left the room, you headed for the bathroom.

“He’s blinded by love” Jiyong’s voice stopped you. “ There’s something about this guy, the way he holds himself seems staged”

“Well just the fact he lied about how he found her, he was hanging around here a week before that” Daesung replied.

“Are you really going to let hyung bring this guy here?” Taeyang asked.

“I have no choice” Jiyong replied with a sigh.

“She knows something that she’s not telling us I can see it in her eyes when I …..” Daesung paused, you knew you had been caught out again so you quickly walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind you.

While you were in there you heard nothing but silence outside, you figured they had taken the conversation else where or gone to bed. Thinking it was clear you decided to head back out, when you got to the kitchen you saw Daesung at the bench, his back was to you while he was fiddling around with something.

“Everything ok noona?” Daesung asked over his shoulder.

“Yes” you simply replied.

“Here, I made you a coffee” Daesung said with a smile as he placed a mug on the table.”I thought seeing as you were up we could start training early today”

“Ok, now drive your elbow up and back towards my head” Daesung said as he held one of your arms behind your back, his other arm around your waist.

You did as he said but stopped short of hitting him.

“Good but I want you to do it with more force this time, don’t worry about hitting me”

“But I might hurt you” you said looking back at him.

“You need to practice for a real life situation” he replied in a serious tone, you nodded before driving your elbow back as you let out a primal like guttural scream but you still stopped short of hitting him.

“Good but you will give it away if you yell, just like your breathing when you’re sneaking around at night” he said with a chuckle.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you said making him chuckle again.

“How much did you hear last night?” he questioned as he tightened his grip on your arm making it harder for you to move.

“Hear what?” you grunted as you went through the motion of driving your elbow back again.

“You’re almost a good liar but you need to learn to control your body and your eyes, they give you away”

You were thinking of what to say, you wanted to ask him what they were talking about but you knew he wouldn’t answer anyway, not when it was about business.

“Hyung wants her up stairs” Seungri called from the doorway, Daesung nodded at him as he released you.

You picked up your towel and dried the sweat from your face before heading for the door.

“Noona” Daesung called stopping you from leaving.

“Yeah?” you asked as turned to look back at him.

“You know you can trust me right?” he asked looking away from you to pick up his drink bottle.

“Yes….” you replied cautiously wondering where this was going.

“I’m here for you if you ever need help with anything……. anything” he put an extra emphasis on the last word as he looked at you, the same look he gave you the other night after he and Seung hyun went down to that car.

You didn’t say anything, instead you just nodded before heading up stairs. You wondered what he was up to, all the questions he had been asking lately and all the extra secrecy they all seemed to be keeping from you.

The room went quiet as soon as you entered, the guys were sat on the couch except for Taeyang, he was stood by the window silently looking out on to the street.

“Hey, how was training?” Seung hyun asked as he got up from the couch and walked over to you.

“What’s going on?” you asked as you noticed a man sitting in a chair with his back to you.

I have a surprise for you” Seung hyun said with a smile making you furrow your brow.

“Why are you speaking english?” you asked looking at the others, Jiyong was watching you, his face was stern.

Because your father doesn’t speak Korean”

Your eyes widened at him, did he really just say that?

You looked over at the others, Jiyong was still watching you, his eyes seemed to be studying you. You remembered what Daesung had told you about your tells, you calmed yourself internally as you walked in to the lounge room, you couldn’t let them know. You almost blew it when your eyes landed on the man, he was sat in the chair smiling at you as if nothing was wrong with this situation, it made your blood boil and all you wanted to do was wipe that smug look of his face. He was up to something.

“Get out” you stated, Seung hyun stared at you in disbelief.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I want a moment alone with him” you replied not bothering to look at him, you were to busy keeping your eyes on your father.

“Come on hyung, let’s wait outside” Jiyong said as he grabbed Seung hyun and lead him out with the others.

What no hug?” he said with a chuckle as soon as the door closed. “What kind of a greeting is that for your dear old dad?”

How did you find me?”

Did you really think you could run forever?”

What do you want from me?”

You seemed to have moved on fast after your fiancé died, did this one shot him?” he asked as he nodded back at the door.

No, I did….” you replied with a snarl making him laugh.

Like father like daughter..” he said with a smirk and a gleam in his eyes.

I’m nothing like you” you snapped.

Well I would say shooting your fiancé at point blank rang is pretty fucking close” he replied with a hearty laugh.

Go back to whatever hell hole you crawled out of” you sneered, he was testing your patience.

Actually I was thinking of staying here, this country has a lot of gangs but not the right people to run them”

Cut the shit, what do you want?” you asked with a growl, you were sick of this twisted game he seemed to be enjoying.

To have my daughter by my side, to run my empire with me”


Don’t you dare force my hand like your mother did” he said standing up, he held out his hand to you but you stepped away making him tilt his head to the side with a scoff. “Do you want me to do the same to your boyfriend and his friends?”

You wont get near them before they kill you” you answered with a snarl.

Really? I found this group of nice young men here who needed a new leader, they seem to have a hatred for these Green dragons or whatever they call themselves, they are more then happy to sacrifice themselves for a chance to settle their grudge”

You’re a pig”

I would be very careful what you say to me or I might just decide that I don’t need you”

Go ahead and kill me because I will never be by your side”

I will but first I will make you watch as I make my way through every single one of those little fucks” he said calmly as he walked up to you and placed his face close to yours, you didn’t move, all you could do was look into his black eyes. “And I’ll leave that pretty looking boyfriend of yours for last, so I can watch the last glimmer of hope leaves your eyes as I gut him like a fucking pig”

You closed your eyes as the gravity of his words set in, if you didn’t go with him he would take away the people you loved the most, again. You couldn’t let them suffer because of you, because of the ghost of your past coming back to life.

I’ll do it”

I thought that would convince you. I will give you one last day before I come for you, come when the phone rings” he said handing you a phone. “Or I will come in here and do as I promised”

With the last words he was gone and his presence replaced by Seung hyun.

“Are you ok?” he asked as he pulled you in for a hug, a tear fell from your eye as you looked at Jiyong standing in the doorway, his eyes narrowed at you.

“I’m fine, I just need some rest is all”

“Come on then” Seung hyun said as he took you to your room.

You laid on the bed, Seung hyun lent down and kissed you on your forehead.

“It will all be better after some rest, I promise” he said with a smile before going to leave.

“Oppa please stay” you called as you sat up.

“I can’t, we have business” he said with a frown as he looked at you.

“Please? They can do it without you”

“Princess I…” he paused as soon as he saw the tears begin to flow from your eyes.

“Please, I need you” you begged through the tears, Seung hyun sighed, it broke his heart to see you like this.

“I’ll be back in a second” he said sweetly before heading out the door.

He was back in less then five minutes, removing his shoes and jacket before jumping into bed beside you. He had barely laid down before you cuddled up to him, you buried your face into his chest, taking in the smell of his cologne mixed with cigarettes.

“I know it’s hard finding out after all these years that your dad is alive but it will be better soon” he said as he stroked your hair.

You slipped your hand under his white button up shirt and stopped it over where his heart would be, you pushed yourself up so you could look into his eyes, his hand still stroking your hair.

“I love you Choi Seung hyun, I never stopped loving you and I don’t think I ever could”

“Good, because I’m never letting you go ever again” he said with a smile but you couldn’t return it, not when you knew what was coming.

Your hand snaked up behind his neck as you moved up and kissed him, his hands moved down to your waist and pulled you closer as he deepened the kiss. Your hands moved down and you fumbled as you tried to undo his buttons as quickly as you could.

“Hey, slow down” Seung hyun said pulling away from the kiss.

“No, I need you” you said before crashing your lips against his again, you immediately stuck your tongue in his mouth and roughly massaged it against his.

He groaned as you got on top of him, you opened his shirt and ran your hands down his chest, moaning as you grinded against him. Your hands reached his belt and fumbled again as you rushed to undo it, you needed to feel him against you.

“Not that I’m complaining but what has gotten into you?” Seung hyun asked between kisses.

“Nothing” your reply muffled against his mouth.

You finally undid his pants, you stood up and took them off along with your own clothes before jumping back on him. You grabbed his cock and guided it to your entrance, slowly sitting on it to allow yourself to adjust.

“Fuck” Seung hyun said breathlessly as you slid down him.

He sucked in his bottom lip as you slowly raised yourself up and back down again, you tried to focus on the moment but the thought of losing him kept popping in your head, the thought of what your father was capable of and what he might do if you defied him caused tears to fall from your eyes. Seung hyun placed his hands on your hips, stopping you from moving as he sat up.

“What’s going on?” he asked as his eyes darted around your face.

“I don’t want to lose you” you said as you began to break down, Seung hyun grabbed your face and placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

“You’re not going to”

“What if something happens to you? I couldn’t live with myself if….”

“Nothing is going to happen, I told you that I would never let you go and I would fight death himself just to come home to you” Seung hyun said cutting you off.

He pulled you in and kissed you, you placed your arms around his shoulders and dug your nails in as he began to thrust into you. You felt closer then you ever had before as your body’s moved as one, the thought of losing him was now long gone, taken over by the warmth you felt radiating inside from how good he felt. The feeling of your bare flesh against his, the feeling of his soft silky lips on yours, the feeling of electricity through your body from his groans all made the moment feel perfect. You wanted it to go on forever, to just lock the both of you in your room where reality couldn’t touch you. You broke the kiss and threw your head back as you felt your high coming.

“I love you princess” Seung hyun said panting as his finger tips squeezed the flesh of your hips.

“Seung hyun” you moaned bucking your hips into him and clawed at his back, his smooth deep voice calling sweet nothings sent you over the edge. As soon as you called his name you felt his movements become as jagged as yours, moans and pants filled the room as you both road out your highs at the same time.

“I’m not sure about this” Seung hyun said calling your attention away from the window.

“Relax, everything will be fine” you said as you looked down at the phone clutched tightly in your hand. You hadn’t let it go all day, agonising with every second that passed wondering when it was going to ring.

“I will relax if you let myself or Daesung go with you” he said as he ran his hands over his face.

“We talked about this, I need time alone with him to figure things out”

“I know but I don’t understand why you can’t do that here?”

“Because we wouldn’t be alone would we? You have someone watching me all the time, you don’t think I know it but I do” you snapped at him, you couldn’t help it, the stress of the situation was weighing on you.

“For your own protection, we burnt a lot of bridges with the whole Dong-won shit and some of those people want revenge, that makes you an easy target. I’m sorry if it upsets you but I can’t risk it, I won’t let you go” he said through gritted teeth, his jaw twitching with how tight he had it clenched.

“Did you ever think that maybe my nightmares are getting worse because you keep me locked up in here making me scared of the world?” you didn’t really believe the words that came out of your mouth but you were desperate to convince him to let you go, you couldn’t bare the alternative if he didn’t.

“Don’t say that” he said turning his back to you.

“Seung hyun, I need to get out of here, I love you but this life of being locked away is suffocating me”

He was about to reply but was cut off by the phone in your hand ringing.

“I have to go” you said walking towards the door as quickly as you could, you didn’t want to make your father wait any longer then necessary.

“Please don’t go” Seung hyun’s voice called to you as you left, you didn’t dare turn around in case he convinced you to stay.

You made the right choice” your father said as you got in the passenger seat, you didn’t reply, you just stared up at the window watching Seung hyun looking back out at you as the car pulled away.

“Where is she?” Taeyang yelled as he ran in the front door.

“What’s wrong?” Jiyong asked walking out from his room.

“Tell me she didn’t go already?” Taeyang asked as he rushed to the window that Seung hyun was still looking out of to see if he could see you.

“She just left” Seung hyun said looking at him with a furrowed brow.

“Fuck, we have to go after them” Taeyang said as he turned to leave but Seung hyun grabbed his arm and stopped him.

“Why? What’s going on?”

“Her family didn’t die in a fire, it was only used to cover up the fact they were murdered, her mothers skull was found bashed in. The main suspect was her father but they couldn’t get near him because he’s a big time gang boss, a fucking mean one, his file is filled with a lot of fucked up shit”

“Get the car, we’ll get the guns and call the others” Jiyong told Taeyang before they all ran out of the room.

After scouring the streets for the car you were in was unsuccessful they headed to the hotel that your father was staying in only to find his room empty except for a bunch of red roses in a vase, a sympathy card was sat in front of them, the front read sorry for your loss. Seung hyun picked it up and read the words inside.

But she made this choice”

“Fuck” Seung hyun screamed as he picked up the vase and threw it against the wall, shards of glass glittered as they danced across the floor and the roses scattered between them.

“We’ll get her back hyung” Jiyong said giving him a pat on the shoulder.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Seung hyun growled as he hit Jiyongs hand away.

“I tried but you didn’t want to listen” Daesung said from the doorway making Seung hyun flare his nostrils in anger as he stared at him.

“I told you I didn’t trust this guy” Jiyong added sympathetically.

So what do you think” your father asked as he held out his arms. You looked around at the mostly empty warehouse, a small amount of furniture was sat in the middle and large rooms made of metal sat off to the side, at the end was a set of stairs that lead to a room that looked out on to the warehouse.

I think it looks like shit” you said looking at the dirty floor, small amounts of blood stained into the concrete.

I’ll admit it needs a woman’s touch, maybe you could help with that” a deep voice rang from behind you, you turned to find seven men standing at the entrance, one of them was smiling back at you with large dimples set in his cheeks.

No daughter of mine will be domesticated” you father replied angrily making the man with the dimples bow from respect before walking towards you.

Nice to finally meet you, I’m Namjoon, I’ve heard so much about you” he said as he held out his hand to shake, you looked down noticing both his index and middle fingers were missing and he laughed. “Your friend Taeyang took that in this very warehouse when they were torturing me for information on your fiancé, sorry, ex-fiancé”

I heard you screamed like a little bitch” you said looking him dead in the eyes causing his smile to disappear and you heard your father laugh heartily behind you.

That’s my girl”

Let’s get some things straight, don’t you ever call me your girl, in my mind my father died with the rest of my family and I’m not here because I want to be but because I have to be. We are not family, we are not friends, we aren’t even acquaintances nor will we ever fucking be” you said coldly making your father tisk.

You know, when he told me you were strong willed I knew right then and there that you would offer some sort of resistance. I had hoped it would have gone a lot smoother but luckily we accounted for your intolerable behaviour” he said as he turned away from you. “Lock her up boys”

You waited for one of them to grab you before you drove your elbow back, hitting him in the ear to disorientate him, you quickly span around and kicked him in the side with your shin making him bend over in agony as he clutched at both his ear and side before landing the final blow of your shin to his face, knocking him out cold. Your father clapped, clearly entertained by your actions as the rest of the guys laughed at the guy laying on the floor.

No more fucking around, lock her up” your father shouted.

The rest of the men surrounded you, you tried to fight them off but there was too many. Two of them grabbed your arms while another two grabbed your legs to stop you from kicking.

“Get your fucking hands off me” you screamed as you tried to get free. They took you to the middle room and threw you in.

“Get out of this one…… princess” the one called Namjoon said as they slid the large steel door closed.

The room fell dark, it was jet black, no light coming from anywhere. You banged on the door and screamed for them to let you out for what felt like hours before finally giving up. You lent your back against the door and slid down it as your thoughts went to Seung hyun and what he would be going through when he realised that you were gone for good.

A Marriage of (In)convenience 1/3

This is written for the wonderful @perfectlyrose, in celebration of her birthday! Happiest of Birthdays, Kelsey!!

Thanks a million to the fantastic @chocolatequeennk for beta-ing this for me and helping me figure out how to write nobility.

Ten x Rose, Arranged Marriage AU

This chapter: All Ages, ~2200 words

Tensions at the borders of the lands of Gallifrey and Powell had been mounting for years. Desperate for a solution, the King and Queen of Gallifrey and the Duke and Duchess of Powell have struck a deal that they believe will restore peace to the countries. However, this deal involves the betrothal of their two unwilling children.


“Betrothed?” James spluttered, glancing incredulously between his parents. “What do you mean, betrothed?”

“Oh, come now, James,” his father chastised. “Don’t play dumb with us.”

James gritted his teeth; he really should have known this day was coming, ever since little skirmishes had been breaking out along the border of their lands. Their little kingdom of Gallifrey shared a border with the duchy of Powell. For centuries, the two lands had gotten along peacefully, mostly due to the fact that in those days, there had been no settlements that stretched anywhere near the borders.

But as time passed and their countries grew, more land was needed for homes and businesses, until one day the people of Gallifrey and the people of Powell met in the middle. A battle broke out along the border, for each side tried to claim ownership of the previously unexplored territory.

For years, as each side was locked in many bloody battles for rights to the land, officials from both sides of the kingdom met and tried to interpret the territory maps of old that would lay the fighting to rest. However, neither side could come to an agreement; the territory lines were not as well defined as they had hoped, and thus the fighting raged on.

Officials from both sides of the border waited with bated breath day in and day out, awaiting news that the other side would begin waging war to encroach upon the other’s territory. Battles were won and lost and the transient border shifted with every passing day.

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saltyditty  asked:

can you make a fic about JD meeting veronicas family, like her family in michigan from your past fic :"00? (you don't have too if you don't wanna!)

Sure I can! I had a fun time writing this and I hope you like it too! I like drama and comedy so I hope it’s both of those!!!!! Enjoy!

Read the last one here!!!!

“Ronnie… Ronnie it’s fine.” JD tried to take her hands away but Veronica kept fussing over him. “Why do you keep trying to fix my hair?” He asked.

“I just want to make sure you’re… okay…” Veronica bit her lip.

“What’s going on, Ronnie?” JD asked. Veronica sighed and slumped down in the car seat. They had pulled over for a slushie stop.

“I’m just a little worried is all.” She sighed, stirring her slushie. “My parents are great, don’t get me wrong, but my aunt, uncle and cousins are… less great.” She sighed. “It’s not that I don’t love them they’re just… so judgemental!” She cried.

“Woah, this is all new.” JD smiled. Veronica made a face.

“I should have told you but I was afraid you’d back out.” She admitted.

“Come on, I deserve more credit than that, darling.” He laughed. “How bad can they be?” He scooted closer to Veronica.

“They’re rich.”

“Mac is rich.” JD reminded. Veronica shook her head.

“Mac has a lot of money, that’s one thing. But rich is a personality trait.” Veronica explained. “Mac is sweet and lovable, so she’s not rich. She’s just loaded. Somebody who’s rich is condescending and think they’re better than everyone and… This part of my family is rich!” Veronica cried, throwing her hands up. “And I don’t want them to judge you, or be mean to you or make you feel bad… maybe I should just put you in a little bubble for your whole life.” She joked, leaning on his shoulder.

“I do not want that.” JD assured. “Darling, I’ll be fine. I’ll be nice and polite and totally out of character and it’ll be fine. Okay?” JD asked. Veronica smiled and nodded.


“Veronica! Oh how wonderful to see you again! We’ve missed you so much!” Her aunt Sandy hugged her at the door. Veronica put on a smile and hugged back.

“Hi it’s good to see you too.” She tried to show excitement. Sandy pulled back and looked at JD.

“And is this the boy my sister has told me so much about?” She asked. Veronica nodded and Sandy gave JD a hug. He tensed up a bit and tried not to squirm. He wasn’t much of a “physical contact” person with people he didn’t know. But he tried to act “normal”. Sandy pulled back and smiled.

“Not much of a hugger? Oh well, come in!” She motioned.

“She seems really nice.” JD whispered to Veronica.

“Don’t fall for it.” Veronica huffed to him. JD followed the woman into the kitchen where a large family waited for them. They were all across from each other and seemed to go quiet when they saw JD and Veronica enter. A girl who seemed to be a few years older than Veronica looked up at JD and motioned to who looked like her sister.

“Him.” Was all she said. A few other people nodded and Veronica seethed.

“This is what I was telling you about.” She grumbled.

“So, JD we’ve all been eager to get to know you.” Veronica’s uncle Neil spoke. “What do you do for work? I assume a boy your age has a job.” He added. JD nodded.

“Yeah I work at a pawn shop in town. Right by school actually.” JD smiled a little. “You get some sketchy people trying to buy guns illegally but it pays good if you keep your mouth shut about what goes on in the back.” JD continued, speaking like this was a normal dinner table conversation. Veronica face palmed and her whole family stared.

“Oh… well isn’t that…” Veronica’s grandmother tried to find a word but she just trailed off. JD pressed his lips together, just now realizing he should not have said that.

“Sorry…” He rubbed the back of his head. “I don’t really do this sort of thing often so I’m not sure what I should and shouldn’t say…” He blabbered. Veronica just patted him on the back to get him to stop rambling.

“JD’s got a really outgoing personality!” She cut in. “It’s one of the things I love about him! In fact he was so forward when he gave me his mother’s ring, isn’t it pretty?” She asked, showing the group the ring that was hanging from a necklace. It was a sort of tradition, and once they decided to get married the ring would go on her hand. But as for now they thought they were too young and we’re just waiting for high school to end. But they both knew it was coming.

“He gave you his mother’s ring?” Sandy asked. “Oh isn’t that pretty… but a second hand ring doesn’t exactly scream ‘romance’, now does it?” She asked.

“This ring is actually really important to both of us, aunt Sandy.” Veronica told her. “And I’d rather have it than the pebble Neil bought you from KMart.” She hissed. The entire room went dead quiet and JD shrunk down with wide eyes.

“Excuse me?” Sandy asked.

“I’m just saying that your ring’s total value is the same as the ones kids get out of gumball machines. So maybe you should remember that before you judge somebody else’s choice of jewelry.” Veronica told her.

“You are such a brat!” Veronica’s cousin snapped.

“I’m a brat? You judged my boyfriend before he even spoke to you guys! And sure he’s a little weird, he doesn’t meet new people too often but I love him! And If you guys can’t even try to get along with the person I love then I don’t think you love me.” She continued. “This was a bad idea, let’s go, JD. I don’t know why I felt like I needed their approval.” Veronica huffed, and walked out the door, expecting her boyfriend to follow her. But he stood in the kitchen for another moment.

“I uh… thanks for uh… having us?” He shrugged. “I… I’m going to take this.” He said quietly, and reached out to take the pie off the table. “See you guys another time.” He backed out, but came back a second later. “I’m also taking this.” He said, taking a candle stick off the table, and leaving the house. “Ronnia wait!” He called to his girlfriend.

“Did you… did you steal a pie and candlestick from my relatives?” She asked. JD looked in his hands.

“Yeah… the pie looked really good and the candlestick looked expensive.” He explained. “But that’s beside the point… thanks for sticking up for me. I’m sorry the dinner went lousy. He smiled and Veronica gave him a kiss.

“No, it was fine, you were there and that’s all I really care about.”

Rewritten, Chapter 4: The Gerudo Champion

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When Link woke in the morning, he was surprised how long he’d slept, but figured it was due to his lack of sleep the night before in Rito Village. He sat up slowly, muscles aching at having slept on a hot stone slab all night, and wondered if he’d have time for a dip in a hot spring before Zelda headed out.

“Oh, afternoon’, Link,” Daruk greeted him as he came in from outside. The light that shone through the door was brighter than Link anticipated, and he blinked in surprise.

“After- what?!” Link exclaimed, struggling to his feet, quickly sheathing the Master Sword, and throwing it over his back. “Is Zelda here?”

“The Princess? She left pretty early this morning. Heading for Gerudo,” Daruk said, looking at Link somewhat bewildered. “She said you - knew… was gunna meet you… oh.”

The realisation hit the Goron a bit late and he laughed in spite of himself. “Hah! She’s a clever one. Sorry, little guy… guess you better run after her, huh?”

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The reason why Gaby is “currently learning Russian” ~ A Theory

A question many of us probably asked themselves: Gaby is from East Berlin, so why doesn’t she already speak Russian? This is actually a good question, if you are not satisfied with “Well, the writers were lazy and wanted to push the idea of Gallya”, so let’s take a closer look.

In East German schools learning Russian was mandatory, starting 1951 when Gaby was 12/13 years old. Pursuing a carreer as a mechanic in Germany you usually finish school with 15 or 16, which would give her at least 2 years of learning Russsian in school. Gaby seems pretty good with languages since she speaks English fluently although it’s unlikely that she speaks it in her everyday life, so 2 years should be enough for at least the basics.

Another detail in her dossier suggests her staying even longer in school. If she trained at the Berlin Ballet School and was the first soloist, it is likely that she went to some kind of sports academy/special school, which were a huge thing in East Germany. That would mean she graduated with 19, which leaves her with about 6 years of mandatory Russian at school. So again, why doesn’t she already speak Russian? Russian was way more important than English in East Germany, so her just forgetting how to speak it due to disuse is highly unlikely. 

The actual answer to that might be very simple: She refused to learn it from the start.

The relationship between Russians and Germans were shaky at best after the war and growing up in that time and staying neutral is very difficult. I’m not saying that Gaby is a nazi, hell no, but shaking off an ideology you grew up with, especially when your family seems to support it (Rudi, her father being a high-ranking scientist under Hitler) and you experience the Battle of Berlin and its horrible aftermath first hand. So Gaby, who was a) still a teenager and b) as headstrong as we got to know her, refused to lean Russian and stuck to it. How does that fit into the movie?

Being a ballet first soloist in a city like Berlin doesn’t come over night, so Gaby probably was a very promissing dancer from young age. Her teachers may have cut her some slack because of that, letting her pass with a 4 (which is like a D in the USA) in Russian to keep her at the school. But since East Germany was Russian territory and Russia was (and still is) pretty invested in ballet, sooner or later not speaking Russian and having actively refused to learn it was probably career-suicide.

This might as well be the reason why she works at the garage instead of at the ballet when Napoleon finds her. Dancing careers are usually short, but she seems already well established at the garage at the age of 26, which suggests an even earlier end to her professional dancing.

tl;dr Gaby simply refused to learn Russian at school although she should have, becoming a persona non grata in the dancing world and ending up in the garage, where she meets Napoleon.

Thanks to @napoleonsolos for discussing and @screamingarrows for making me do research :)

anonymous asked:

Sebastian with a immortal s/o, like she has no special powers other than she cant age and shes been alive for a loONG TIME?

Immortal s/o pt 2! And she speaks multiple languages and knows so much about history and rEALLY hates it when history books or people assume or get things wrong example: “marie antoinette said ‘they have no bread? Let them eat cake!’” Shes nO shE DIDNT

Sebastian ducked absentmindedly as he dusted the bookshelves, barely paying attention to his frustrated s/o. Her aggression towards history textbooks was well-known and somewhat endearing.

“These stupid history books get everything wrong!” She raised her voice by an octave to mock the book, “Marie Antoinette said ‘they have no bread? Let them eat cake!’ No, she didn’t! She’s,” Y/N cut herself off with a frustrated groan, rubbing her temples with one hand.

Sebastian broke away from his dusting to pick up the discarded book, brushing it off and putting it back on the shelf.  He glanced at his s/o and couldn’t help but smirk at their appearance. “Humans so often tell history incorrectly that one would think their actions are something to be ashamed of,” He sniffed casually, smirking at his own comment. “Why not write your own? It’s the only one to ensure their accuracy.” 

“Don’t tempt me.” Y/N snapped, too annoyed to continue reading.

Sebastian chuckled and continued dusting.

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Operation Fall In Love: Chapter 1

Excerpt | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 |

Characters: Mark Lee, Lee Donghyuck, Park Jisung, Huang Renjun, Lee Jeno, Na Jaemin, Zhong Chenle, (y/n); possibly cameos from NCT and SMRookies

Category: everything; fluff, angst, romance, comedy (kind of)

Summary: Third year high school student, Mark Lee, has a year long Psychology report to complete. The report subject? Anything he wishes. There’s just one thing in particular he’s curious about; love. What is it? Why does it happen? How does it happen? When do you know that it’s love? Who do people fall inlove with? Surely he can use this opportunity to submit a good report that’s worth 25% of his grades and find his answers too, right?

Word Count: 1 455

Warnings: Since this a psychology fanfic, in future chapters it will contain talks of psychology and mental illnesses and may be triggering to some people.

A/N: hi!!! this is…the first chapter, no action or interaction with reader yet and it’s just an introduction a a little boring but,,,,anyways please read, enjoy, send feedback love you <3

Mark pushed open the door to an empty classroom and was greeted by Jeno’s bright smile. The two boys greeted each other and sat back down at the table. Jeno gawked eagerly at Mark as he pulled out his Psychology task sheets and placed them onto the table.

“So, I was thinking,” Mark began and thrusted some of the papers in Jeno’s direction, “there’ll be a main subject, a girl, I’m not sure yet who. Then three male subjects, all of whom will fit into different personality types, that will try to make her fall in love with them.”

Jeno read the planned out sheets carefully. The classroom was silent for a few minutes as Jeno continued to read and Mark looked around the class agitatedly. Jeno put the the papers in a pile and sat back in his chair while he crossed his arms.

“I think it could work, but what kind of girl would agree to that?” Jeno asked.

“Well, I won’t tell her the real motive of the experiment, that’ll hinder the results,” Mark pointed out as if it was obvious.

“Mark, that’s against the ethics code of conduct, if you do that you don’t really have their consent,” Jeno said alarmingly, now he had sat up in his chair.

“Listen Jeno, do you want to help me or not?” Mark gathered his papers and shoved them into his bag.

Jeno’s eyes widened as he saw Mark had abruptly stood up and slung his bag over his shoulder. He was Mark’s underclassman in Psychology, Mark was the top scoring student in the subject. There was no one Jeno admired more than him. Of course Jeno wanted to help, he’d be helping his admired upperclassman and also learn too. However, the fact that they would be deceiving the subject made him a little uneasy.

“Of course I want to help,” Jeno sighed after he battled over his morals in his head.

“Good,” Mark smiled and reached out his hand, “anyway, the code of ethics didn’t specifically state it wrong, only if the subject is harmed.”

Jeno nervously laughed and scratched his neck, slowly he reached out to shake Mark’s hand. The two boys exited the classroom together.

The seven boys sat together at the library. School had finished for the day so Mark had gathered with his friends to further work on his project.

“Do you just need any girl?” Jaemin questioned, eyes filled with curiosity.

Mark thought carefully. Truth be told, he hadn’t thought about it much. He only had one thing set in mind, the main subject would be a girl. He didn’t plan what kind of girl, who he’d have be the subject, not one of those things. Jaemin eyed him eagerly, he was excited about the experiment. He had been interested in Psychology but the class was full and he couldn’t have chosen the subject.

“I guess, just a girl will do? One with no relations to the male subjects at all,” Mark shrugged and went back to his notebook.

The boys sat in silence once again, mainly because the two youngest and loudest; Jisung and Chenle were sleeping. Mark observed the two boys, he suddenly thought of what personality types the subjects would be. He shifted his gaze to the other boys. Renjun who was diligently doing his trigonometry homework. Donghyuck who scrolled through his phone, he lifted the device up to his face level many times and overly posed; winking, pouting, finger hearts. Mark scoffed as he watched the younger boy’s narcissistic acts. He then looked at Jeno. Mark had admired Jeno, just as much as Jeno admired him. He was amazed how his underclassman could be so motivated and so keen to learn. Jeno sat quietly, his eyebrows knitted as he scanned through the Unit 2 Psychology textbook. Mark was snapped out of his trance by the sound of food being chewed. He turned to the source of noise, it was Jaemin who placed a piece of potato chip into his mouth as he read his comic. Mark screwed up his face as he watched Jaemin eat.

He thought to himself, Jaemin won’t do. He eyed the other boys again. Suddenly, it was as if a light bulb had gone off in his brain. Although he knew that such things couldn’t happen, it was just his brain cells in his Superior temporal gyrus grasping on ideas. The three types of boys he would have in his experiment; the intellectual one, the beguiled one and of course the free spirited one.

“Kids, what do you think about being in my experiment?” Mark proposed, he smiled at the boys, well the ones who were awake.

His friends stared at him in disbelief, as if he were crazy. His smile slowly faded and he awkwardly coughed. He averted his gaze to the two boys fast asleep as his friends berated him with their stares. Mark kicked Jisung and Chenle under the table. The two boys groaned and slowly lifted their heads off the table.

“A-Are you crazy?” Donghyuck scoffed.

“No,” Mark innocently defended himself, “It’ll help me a lot, guys. I’ve decided the three types of male subjecrs would be; the intellectual one, beguiled and free spirited. You guys would be perfect!”

The other boys continued to stare at Mark. They weren’t convinced about the experiment. Mark stared at them desperately. He had to find a way to convince them somehow.

“Can you explain the experiment more to us please?” Renjun spoke up. He closed his maths book and averted his attention to Mark.

“Well, nothing’s set in stone yet but I’ll read you my draft,” Mark cleared his throat.

There was no denying that he was nervous about this. His friends, except Jeno, knew little about the subject of Psychology afterall. Mark held up his drafts and observed the six other boys. All of their attentions were now on him.

“The main subject, currently undecided, will be approached by Male Subjects A, B and C. Subject A will be a smart and mature type, Subject B - the flirty type, subject C will be a young male who’s carefree. We will…I will, as the supervisor and researcher, investigate how fond the main subject becomes of the male subjects, how long it will take for her to fall in love with him and what lengths would she go to in order to show her love,” Mark slowly trailed off.

Renjun looked skeptical, however the other boys looked less reluctant.

“So, who’ll be who?” Jaemin urged for Mark to continue.

“I was thinking, Jeno to be the intellectual one, Donghyuck will be the flirty one and Jisung will be Subject C,” Mark answered, “My hypothesis is that - the main subject will fall inlove with Subject A, as our age group seeks more mature and intelligent significant others to provide a sense of stability.”

“So you’re setting Jisung and I up to be rejected?” Donghyuck claimed in disbelief as he slammed his fist onto the cold table.

The action earned a few glares from surrounding students as they tried to study. He quietly apologised and turned back to Mark.

“Well, it’s just my hypothesis. She could fall for anyone, if we’re speaking truthfully,” Mark pointed out.

“And what are you going to tell her? You can’t exactly waltz up to her and say ‘Hey mind me experimenting with your feelings and play with your heart?’, that’s ridiculous,” Jisung shook his head, placed his fingers on the bridge of his nose in disapproval.

“She doesn’t have to know, I’ll just say it’s an experiment on what people’s ideal type would be, it’s not a huge lie,” Mark assured his younger friend.

Although the boys were still unsure, they decided to help Mark out with his experiment. Now all he needed was a main subject. He wasn’t friends with many girls so he had no idea who he would ask to participate in his experiment.

“I have an idea, I have this coworker,” Jaemin started excitedly, “She’s in the third year at our school as well. Maybe you know her?”

Mark shook his head. He didn’t know any girls well enough to say he knew them. That was the truth.

“Well, she’d be perfect for it. She’s never dated, to my knowledge anyway,” he suggested and stuffed the empty snack bag into the front pocket of his bag.

“You mean, (y/n)?” Chenle laughed, “She’s my History tutor, not in Mark’s class, she’s in Class 3-2. Probably why he doesn’t know her, really nice.”

A History tutor? A girl in the third year, and at his school? Mark thought it was perfect.

“Jaemin, take me to see her at your cafe,” Mark announced.

“Jade Green Eyes” Part 1

Summary: Alexia Hargrove, Class 5 mutant. She possesses the power of telepathy and  shapeshifting. Growing up with Professor Xavier at his school for “gifted” children, she learned to harness and expand her powers. Now, HYDRA’s on her trail and the Avengers want to keep her safe.

Pairings: Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes x Mutant Black Reader, Alexia Hargrove (future chapters will include X-Men)

Word Count: 1,320

Warnings: Swearing, angst

A/N: I’ve never attempted to write a mutant fic, so I’m nervous. If all goes well, there will be 2 or 3 more parts. Italics denotes speaking telepathically. Comments are welcome. ENJOY!


Alexia Hargrove’s life spiralled out of control at the tender age of 5. In kindergarten, Jimmy Watson the class bully, shoved Alexia in the mud during recess and what ensued next was, um, otherworldly? Alexia narrowed her jade green eyes and Jimmy was hurled face first into the mud, coupled with a bloody nose.

The Hargrove’s were summoned to the Principal’s Office, where the child was reprimanded like an adult. They made a decision that day to “fix” her abnormality.

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Alexander  pt.8 [BTS Jungkook ] (M)

jungkook x reader (y/N)

bts members

Genre : angst/smut/fluff  

Mature contents: this is not a fairy tale leave if you don’t like it,

Summary: he gave me fire and i need to find him ;with him i saw stars ,i wasn’t scared i felt safe.. i liked his kisses and i wish we meet again …

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hey guys how have you been i hope you enjoy the chapter 

thx for the cute memory baby haha @pinkrima i love you ^^

you opened your eyes trailing your fingers up ,you felt the velvet bed surface  touching the tips the room was really dark and since jungkook wasn’t there it was cold 

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