sorry if this has already been done i was rereading and just

c-a-b-e-s-w-a-t-e-r  asked:

zimbits. “Less homicidal thoughts about your annoying coworker right now, please. I’m in a meeting over here.” pLEASE

Charlie asked for this about 30 years ago but I’m just getting around to it now. It’s prompt from this list. 


If he thinks I’m going to let a single tart anywhere near his ruinous Trump-sized hands he’s got another thing coming. Actually, no. He can have as many tarts as he wants. Kill ‘em with kindness, and arsenic worked into the whipped cream. I’d have to add more vanilla to balance it out but–

If Jack wasn’t in a sponsorship meeting, he would be inclined to promptly bash his head into the wood of the table. It had been like this for a few weeks ago, a voice filtering in at the most inopportune times, going on diatribes against who he was presuming was the voice’s coworker (”–even the way he counts out change is annoying. The Lord is testing me. We should’ve kept the antique register, it would have hurt more when I ‘accidentally’ shut the drawer on his fingers that he just licked to count out the bills. Yes, I would LOVE my spit covered change. THANK YOU.”)

Unfortunately, Jack thought it was unlikely that NIKE would appreciate their new brand ambassador actively giving himself a concussion, so he shot the representative across the table a smile and nodded to whatever was being said before reverting back inside his head.

As ambitious as your assassination attempt is, if you could keep it to yourself I would appreciate it.

There wasn’t even a moments pause before he got his reply.

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Jungkook: 50% Polyester

Genre: ShyKook; fluff; smut (literally just pwp)

Rated M (Warnings: penetration, handjob, blowjob, fluff-smut, AWKWARD AKWARD AWKWARD SKYKOOK sorry 😂)

Summary: Shy boy Jungkook is ready for his first time. Kind of. Sequel to 50% Cotton

Word Count: 5.75k

Originally posted by mrspreadinglegsjungkook

A/N: SECOND WARNING this is literally just fluff-smut. If that’s not your thing, I understand and now’s the time to leave ;) I won’t hold it against you~ otherwise, please enjoy!

✩✩✩♔✩✩✩

Jungkook presses his nose into the soft material of his jacket, a drug addict, inhaling like the best of them. The pleasant, vaguely floral smell is already fading and it’s only been four days. He’s going to need to start thinking of a new plan to leave another jacket with you, but that’s going to be hard after what happened last weekend.

He’d popped a boner after kissing you.

It was just a kiss and his stupid dick betrayed him. You probably think he’s a creep or a pervert or… well you did chase after him. You said you would wait. What does that mean? Sex? He blushes at the thought. Why would you ever want to have sex with him? He was ridiculously shy, had no experience, and would likely just jizz his pants if you so much as touched him.

He groans at the familiar stirring in his crotch. What the hell. Just the thought is turning him on. Your words echo in his mind clearly, as if you were in the room repeating them.

“I’ll wait for you.”

But how long would you be willing to wait? A week? A month? A… century? Why can’t he just be brave like his friends? Like Namjoon and Seokjin and… Hoseok.

Jungkook’s phone buzzes and he looks up from the textbook he is supposed to be reading for a final exam tomorrow. Obviously, he isn’t really studying at all. He’s thinking of you.

Hobi: Know you got a final tomorrow kiddo but you down to go to the mall at 5?

He sends a second message seconds later.

Hobi: SHE’LL be there ;)

Really, Jungkook could have texted you himself. He has your number, but he’s far too nervous to initiate anything. The two of you have hardly talked since he visited your dorm last weekend (and when you did talk it was only about the trivial, “weather” topics) but he hopes it’s simply because of exams… not because you finally realized how pathetic he is.

Me: See you at 5

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Listen Up Guys

Okay, guys, listen up.

I’ve seen a lot of hate going around for different writers (just three examples are @hamimagines @forlifeloveandhappiness and @offiicialhamilton - and that’s JUST on Tumblr, and JUST in the world of Hamilton fanfics, and JUST the ones I can think of off of the top of my head) and they’ve all been really gracious about it and dealing with it well and everything, but I’m addressing this right here and right now.

If you don’t like their stories, don’t fcking read them. If you don’t like the way they ended, keep it to yourself or rant to your friends. Imagine it ended some other way. Don’t give them sht about it. If you don’t like their lack of updates, then get over it. It’s not your choice to dictate when they’ll update and when they won’t. If you don’t want to wait, then stop reading their stuff, imagine your own scenarios as to how it could end up going or what’s coming next, or find something else to read for the time being.

Everyone on here is a normal person, just like you or me.

Everyone on here has a life outside of social media. Sports, homework, college, extracurriculars, jobs, family, friends, pets, traveling, etc., etc.

They’re not robots ready to write another fic every time you’re occupied with another one just so you’ll never run out of material to read. They have other things to be doing, and we all need to respect that. (Also, ever heard of this thing called writer’s block? Gasp! It exists! And it f*cking sucks - trust me, I’ve had it before!)

I haven’t updated any of my Wattpad fics in probably a year, and some people say they’ll update and then don’t for the next three to seven years (or ever again!)

Be glad they’re writing at all! I know this isn’t my battle to fight for the three mentioned above, but this is an issue that not only do I feel rather close to as a writer on another site, but I’ve seen it happen all over the place to all sorts of people, and I’m not about to sit here while you make others feel down about themselves because you’ve run out of reading material and need someone to take it out on! I’ve seen this far too much on far too many sites and something needs to be done about it, so this is me, telling you exactly what I think about all the negative things you have to say to these writers.

Do you know how hard it is to publish your writing for anyone in the world to see at any given time? It’s TERRIFYING! You have no IDEA how people will react and get extremely self conscious about your writing - nitpicking every little thing and taking out some of your favorite parts just because you think others won’t like it. Let me tell you right now that it took me a long time to get over it, and it kept coming back to me. Heck, probably the last five chapters on most of my actually published stories are all boring and pointless author’s notes from a year ago! I get horrible writers block and I’ve NEVER finished a story! I’ve written so many drabbles that I’m too afraid to share with anyone and I have two Wattpad accounts just so if I write something I think my friends won’t like, they won’t see it because it’ll be on my “closet account.” So yeah, pretty freaking terrifying, and it’s a major blow to my confidence every time someone even READS OVER my work without smiling - even worse when people criticize it.

Do you know how bad it makes me feel when someone calls me an ***hole because I won’t update, continually badgers me about the way I write something, or says I suck at writing?

I can guarantee you right now that it makes most writers feel awful, but even though a lot of them can get over it (sorry, I’m not exactly one who does it easily), there are still some who can’t, or are going through something so tough that some little comment that wouldn’t bother you could have concussive effects on their life, and you’d have no idea who they were before you did it or what happened once you did.

I get it, you have a life, too, and you’d like to be able to sit back and enjoy a few hours of reading - believe me, I do that all the time - but there are other sites you can find fics on, actual books you can read, ones you’ve already read that you can reread, ones you might want to write yourself, and of course, other wonderful authors out there!

To all the writers out there who are brave enough to post their writing online (or anywhere - or maybe not at all), you’re amazing, and I really appreciate your hard work, even if I haven’t read your writing, and even if it isn’t exactly my cup of tea. Don’t let anybody get you down or tell you otherwise because even if your writing is still in it’s developing stages, just a few weeks can do wonders for your thought process on your stories or your writing style.

If you feel like you need more fics (or non-fic stories) to read because apparently you can’t handle waiting for an update from anyone on here, or you feel like you’d like to spread your writing or need a different scene for it, then I’d suggest, if you haven’t already tried them, either Ao3 (archivesofourown.com), Wattpad (Wattpad.com), or ffn (fanfiction.net)

Okay, rant over, thanks for listening :)

anonymous asked:

Do you know any healthy ways to deal with depression and anxiety? I've been having a really tough time lately, and I thought "Maybe auntie Jillie can help."

Oh pumpkin, I’m sorry to hear you’re having a tough time of it lately! You’re not alone – I think all of us who struggle with depression and anxiety have been having a rougher-than-usual time. At least, that’s what I’ve been hearing from other folks, and I know my own Brain Raccoons have been ridiculously noisy lately. 

My #1 suggestion of a healthy way to deal with them: GET PROFESSIONAL HELP, if your circumstances are such that you’re able to. For a lot of us (myself included), it doesn’t matter how mindful you are, how much self-care you do, how careful you are about sleep and eating properly and exercise: the brain chemicals are wacky, and things need to be done to balance them. 

(One of the things my therapist always says to me is “I know you already know what I’m telling you. My job is to help you figure out new ways to use that information to give yourself better patterns.”)

But! Short-term things you can do to make yourself feel better right now!

  • Put on some favorite music (loud and bouncy is preferable) and dance around for a few songs. Make yourself move. Get some adrenaline and endorphins flowing.   
  • Do you have a favorite plush or fuzzy companion? Talk to them. Yes, I’m serious. When I am having a particularly bad day, Clovis Devilbunny sits on my desk, and I tell him about what I’m doing. Sometimes you need the unconditional love and acceptance of a fuzzy companion, and you need to communicate with them.
  • Go take a shower, and brush your teeth. Visualize scrubbing away the layer of depression. It will help, even if just a little bit.
  • If you are a makeup-wearing type, take a bit of time and play with makeup. Make yourself up to look like an incarnation of David Bowie. Paint yourself like a silent film star. Do something different than your usual look, and really focus on the different colors and textures of the makeup. Derail your particular Brain Raccoons from chittering at you, even if just for a little bit.
  • Eat something. Even if you don’t want to. It doesn’t have to be big, it doesn’t have to be fancy, and it’s absolutely fine if it’s junk food. Just eat something?
  • Also, drink some water. Yes, I’m serious. No, being properly hydrated will not cure depression or anxiety, but it will make you feel a bit better, physically. 
  • Revisit a favorite piece of media. Rewatch a favorite movie or TV show, or reread a favorite book. There have been studies that show that doing such things actually has measurable benefits for your mental health!

Try to remember that you won’t feel like this forever. You won’t, I swear. Things will get better, even if it feels like things will never change and you’re stuck. You aren’t. 

Much love to all of you.

Lost in a Book, but this time it’s an Even Better Book.

This is part two of lost in a book, where they are at a con and the reader is teased for losing track of time.

10 points to you if you can figure out what book i was using the quote from.

Originally posted by allmyshipswillbecanon


Going to cons was one of your favorite things to do. You got to see all the cast members, you get to meet fans, and you get a lot of reading done because of the long plane rides. You had already done your first panel with Misha, now the only panel you had left today was the gold one with Jensen and Jared. But that wasn’t until later this afternoon, so you decided to go find a place to sit down and finish the book you were reading. Sitting down in a quite area you plugged your headphones in and started reading. 

“So i hear you guys are fans of Supernatural,” Rich yelled out into the crowd. He got loud cheers and screams as a reply.

“Well if that’s the case i think we should bring out some friends.” Rob yelled over the screams. “Alright people put your hands together for Jensen Ackles,” Jensen ran out on stage, “And Jared Padalecki.” Rob and Rich said at the same time, Jared running out on stage and high fiving Jensen “And the one and only y/n l/n!” they both screamed together. Except instead of you coming out, nobody came out. Everyone looked at each other waiting for you. 

“And the slightly late y/n l/n!” Rob yelled, still nobody came out. “Okay what did you big oafs do to y/n, where are they?” 

“Why do you think we did something to her?” Jensen said giving Rob a look.

“Most likely she’s off in her own world.” Jared said looking at Jensen the both of them starting to laugh. 


“I stepped out of Tamlin’s arms and kissed him softly. Tomorro-there would be tomorrow, and an eternity, to face what i had done, to face what i had shredded into pieces inside myself while under the Mountain. But for now…for today…”Let’s go home,” i said, and took his hand.”

What an amazing ending to an amazing book. You sighed knowing the next books wouldn’t be out for months. You were tempted to start rereading it, it was so good. You picked up your phone to stop the music playing. 2:15 you jumped up, that couldn’t be right it was just 10 in the morning, crap your panel started fifteen minutes ago. You bolted running to where the panel was at.

“There you are, we have been looking for you forever!” you sighed, but didn’t stop running to the panel. 

“Sorry Kim i just lost track of time.” you breathed deeply, man you were out of shape.

Spotting Rob behind the curtains you ran up to him, “I’m so sorry i wasn’t paying attention to the time,” Rob just laughed telling you to go out, you were already late enough as it was. Bursting through the curtain, you heard everyone scream, cheering for you. Grabbing a microphone you stuttered out a hello and went to sit down on the tall chairs. 

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So @moyabird​ sent me a message requesting more of this prompt fic about a forced marriage between Credence and Graves. (Originally a request from @kamikazesoundsociety who is too good to me, tbh). Technically what I wrote is longer than I would usually post on Tumblr and also it’s totally unedited.

But this is what I did with my weekend.

WARNINGS: idk I implied lots of sketchy stuff but no one does anything sketchy. It’s blink and you’ll miss the implication sketchy.

Rated T for heavy kissing.


“I could officiate the ceremony,” Seraphina says, after she’s put Credence back in a cell with armed guards.

“And?” Percival asks.

“Well,” she begins. “There are certain ways to enchant objects — a ring, perhaps — which limit the wearer’s magic. Something which would prevent him from using his magic against you or any of us.”

Percival looks at her. He knows the kind of magic she’s speaking about. It has an ugly history: It was last legally used on a wizard who was found guilty of using magic in assistance of a No-Maj revolt in Louisiana in 1811.

It seems to be an endorsement of how serious Seraphina finds this problem that she would even suggest it.

“Absolutely not,” Percival says.

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Thank God For You

This is canon season 12 so obviously there’s Penny. Also, I’ve not reread so sorry for any mistakes!

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Can you imagine how wonderful it is to be in love? To be so deeply sure of your feelings for another person that you’re certain you want to spend the rest of your life with them?

Now can you imagine how devastatingly lonely it is to know that that person, the absolute love of your life, doesn’t feel the same? To live everyday knowing no matter what they say or how they try and pretend, even to themselves, you’re not what or who they ache for. You’ll never look right or sound right or feel right. You’ll never be right.

Because you’re not them.

Penny does. It’s something she lives with every single day and somehow, the more she loves Callie, the less she seems to love her back. The further away she slips and the closer to goodbye they tread.

Penny works ridiculously long hours these days. She often comes home to the girls asleep already, darkness engulfing their tiny apartment. Most times Callie has ‘accidentally’ fallen asleep with her mini-me, arms embracing each other tightly, Sofia contently curled into her mama as Callie’s arm reaches over her as though reaching for another body that will never be there.

Tonight though, with Sofia happily in Seattle with her mommy and Callie on early finishes, Penny had been delighted to be granted an evening off. She stopped off for her girlfriend’s favourite take out and wine, hoping they could have a cosy, romantic evening in.

Recently Callie had taken to teaching Sofia the piano. Penny had been frustrated at first, saying the huge thing took up so much space in their small home but the other woman was adamant and Sofia had taken to it like a pro. So she was used to the melodic sounds of Callie’s talented hands dancing accords the keys, even become to begrudgingly enjoy it despite not particularly being a music fan.

What she wasn’t used to, had never heard before, was the hauntingly beautiful sound of the older woman’s voice as she lost herself in words of a song she seemed so immersed in.

These wounds won’t seem to heal, this pain is just too real, there’s just too much that time cannot erase.

Penny can’t see her but the words float through the crack in the door and surround her and somehow she knows she’ll never forget the sadness she can feel seeping from the other woman.

When you cried, I’d wipe away all of your tears. When you’d scream, I’d fight away all of your fears and I held your hand through all of these years but you still have all of me.

Penny reaches an arm out to steady herself against the couch and thinks silently to herself what a thing it must be to be loved so completely and irrevocably by this woman and wishes regretfully that she’d only get the chance to know.

~~
“Mama, mama, please can I put the special one on? Pleeeease?” Sofia flutters her long lashes, looking every bit as angelic as she always does with her wide brown eyes and dimples out in full force.

Callie can only give a throaty laugh and nod, ruffling her daughters silky hair, “yes mija, go ahead.”

Sinking into the couch, Callie crosses her legs, one hand holding her wine glass and the other resting in her lap as she watches her daughter, finally home from visiting her mommy.

“There. Perfect!” Sofia gives a toothy grin that is so amazingly like her mommy’s it makes Callie’s heart ache. She clambers onto the sofa next to her mama and they both admire their work.

The fairy lights sparkle against the huge green tree, a mixture of decorations collected throughout the years are neatly in place and the whole apartment smells like Christmas.

For a few moments everything feels a little bit okay.

“Hey guys! Wow, you two did a great job in here.” Penny leans over the sofa as soon as walks in, placing a kiss on Callie’s cheek and smiling at the two brunettes.

She wanders over to the tree, admiring the work the two had done and how homely it felt to be celebrating their very first Christmas. Something catches her eye though, something that makes her stomach curl in that way it does whenever a certain blondes name is mentioned.

Her fingers traced over the golden, glass bauble, over the three names written in fancy scrawl like they all belonged together. Like they were a family.

Callie
Arizona
Sofia

She doesn’t even know how it happens, she doesn’t even know it does happen until a distraught cry from a little girl breaks her trance and she realises that somehow the bauble is no longer on the tree and lays in shards, broken on the wooden floor by her feet.

Sofia looks as sad as Callie has ever seen her and it takes away the anger she feels at her girlfriend, the pain at her daughters sorrow surrounding her in a completely different way. The youngest brunette is desperately trying to pick up the broken pieces and Callie has to hurry to stop her from cutting her tiny fingers.

“Sof’, sof’ honey, come here. Come on.”

Sofia hurries over to her mamas arms, trying to get words out as her little chest heaves and as she watches, Penny feels absolutely awful.

“Mama it’s broken, daddy’s love is all broken.”

“Oh baby, it’s okay. It’s still there, daddy’s love is still always, always with you. Just like we always told you.”

Through sniffles she asks, “can I speak to mommy?”

Callie pushes back dark black hair from the young girls face, the backs of her fingers softly caressing damp cheeks as she nods, “of course mi amor. Go get your pjs on and and I’ll meet you in bed with the phone, okay?”

She doesn’t stop to look at her girlfriend, she doesn’t even blink in her direction as she climbs up from the floor, grabbing her phone and following her daughter. The slam of the bedroom door lets Penny know she won’t be seeing either brunette for the rest of the night and a tiny part of her is so drained, she wants to crush the rest of the glass to unrecognisable shards with the sole of her shoe.

Sofia rummages through her drawers, finally finding what she’s looking for. Clad in her pink flannel pyjamas, eyes red and puffy, she clambers into her bed, clinging to her mummy’s sweater that still smells just like home. Sofia cuddles into her mama and grabs the phone, waiting for her mommy’s face to finally appear.

When it does, both mother and daughter breathe a sigh of relief.

Arizona is beaming, eyes taking in the once familiar sight of the two brunettes curled up together and full of love. The smile drops quickly once she takes in her daughters tearful eyes and puffy cheeks and immediately she switches to protective mode.

“Hey my sweet girl, what’s got you in such a tiz, huh?”

“Mommy… mommy,”

Arizona nods quickly, sitting closer to the screen as though that somehow brings her closer to her precious little girl, “I’m here, Sof, right here. You can see me good, huh? You can see I’m right here. All yours. Can you tell me what’s making you so sad? Can you do that for me?”

Blue eyes flicker to her ex wife’s for a minute, watching the guilt brimming in her eyes. She’s not entirely sure if it’s for whatever’s causing their daughters sadness or for keeping them so far apart in moments like this.

“Daddy’s love broke, mommy. The glass Christmas ball that we hang up every year with all our names on it.”

Arizona nods, feeling dread in the pit of her stomach at what she assumes is about to come, “I know the one, sweetheart. I remember daddy buying it your very first Christmas for his best girl.”

“It got broken, mommy. Mama and me put up the big tree and all the decorations and when Penny came home she dropped daddy’s love to the floor and it broke.”

Arizona notices that Callie won’t look at her and she has to bite back her anger at how this could have happened.

“Oh Sofia, love, I’m so sorry that your daddy’s present got broken. I’m sorry that you’re hurting.”

Sofia wipes her eyes on Arizonas sweater, holding it close to her face, “you said it was his love, mommy. A big ball of all his love. Where does the love go now?”

The desperation in her daughters eyes and in her voice settles in Arizona’s heart, taking hold and making itself at home.

“Oh, my sweet, sweet girl. it’s okay. That love is all around you, always. It’s everywhere you are, my beautiful girl. Because I’ve never seen anyone love anything the way your daddy loves you. He waited his whole life for you, Sof. You were all the good things in all the world wrapped up in his little Sofia and he wanted to be with you every minute of every day. And that’s how I know he’s always close. He’s watching you all the time, honey. Every time you play soccer, when you open all your Christmas presents, when you get a gold star at school, daddy is cheering you on because he loves you so, so much baby. You were his dream. Okay? You were his dream just like you were mama’s dream.”

The tired girl seems to take in those words, accepting her mommy’s promises as absolute truth.

“And yours?”

“Sofia, you and mama and even your daddy were better than any dream I’ve ever had. You’re my whole world and I love you.”

“I love you too mommy,”

“Whenever there’s a time we can’t be together-” Arizona smiles and Sofia gives her a genuine, loving one in return, “just keep me in your heart, I’ll stay there forever,” she finishes with a yawn.

A few more minutes of quiet whispers and Sofia is fast asleep. Her small hand still grips Arizonas old sweater and she cuddles closely in to her mama.

Quiet lingers between the two women and botch know they should hang up but neither can bring themselves to.

“Are you okay?” Arizonas tone is soft, gentle and warming and it brings Callie some peace.

“I miss- I miss everything.”

“I do too.”

And that’s all that really needs to be said.

~~

It’s quiet the next afternoon. Penny had left early for work and Callie had been preparing lunch for the two of them. Her usually loud, energised little girl was subdued and quiet most of the morning and all Callie wanted to do was cheer her up.

Heading into the youngsters bedroom, she quickly comes to a halt at what she finds. Sofia sits on her bed, mesmerised at what she is watching. On the screen is an old homemade movie from years back when Mark was video camera obsessed and Callie’s heart twists painfully at the sight as she leans against the door, hand flat across her chest. She quickly moves and switches it off, holding her hand out for Sofia,

“Come and eat some lunch with your mama.”

The two eat together at the breakfast table, a whole buffet of their favourite foods and Callie’s relieved to see a smile back in place on her daughters lips.

“Mama, did you love mommy?

Callie drops her fork and it clatters loudly against her plate. With wide eyes, she quickly picks it back up, clearing her throat with a cough.

“I…I did, baby girl. I loved your mommy so very much.”

“Why did you fall out of love with her? Will you fall out of love with me too?”

“That can never, ever happen Sof. Never. When you really love someone it can never, ever stop. It never goes away. No matter what.”

Sofia nods, smiling almost triumphantly, “that’s what mommy said too.”

~~
Callie hasn’t answered any texts but she knows her girlfriend won’t be home for hours and she finds herself drawn all day to the same hidden away box her daughter had been.

She picks at disk at random, sitting crossed legged on the floor in front of their big tv as she puts it into the DVD player.

Laughter fills the whole room, Marks face suddenly huge across the screen.

“Torres!” He’s looking at the camera he’d had for a while now, his face right against the lens, making Callie laugh tearfully.

“How do I flip this thing around again?”

Callie suddenly comes into view, rolling her eyes at her best friend, “your daddy’s a goof, Sof,” she says to the camera, “good job you got two brilliant mama bears to keep you on track, little legs.”

Mark gives a hurt “hey!” and Callie laughs loudly, sticking her tongue out at him.

Suddenly the camera goes black and when it’s switched back on, Callie is clearly behind it. She remembers this day so incredibly well.

Sofia, we’re gonna be really quiet and catch your mommy in the act, okay?“ She whispers to the device as though it’s her daughter, “she swears she doesn’t keep creeping in here for extra cuddles but she’s lying because she’s a huge baby hog. Right mommy?”

Arizona comes into view, cradling a tiny, sleeping Sofia to her chest, breathing gently against her neck. The blonde looks up and smiles, hair in a messy pony tail and wearing some old shorts and a vest top. She looks radiant.

“It’s not my fault she’s so yummy,” she whispers and the camera zooms in on the floor for a moment as Callie obviously leans in for a kiss.

Placing their sleeping baby back in her Moses basket, Arizona laughs as Callie pulls her through to the front room, still filming despite her protests. She places the camera on a shelf and now all that can be seen is their waists, bodies close together, arms wrapped around each other as they laugh joyfully and slow dance to the background noise of the radio.

Callie’s hand comes to her chest to reach for a necklace that is no longer there, her big brown eyes overflowing with tears as she focuses so intently on the memories. She remembers exactly how Arizonas forehead had rested against her own, how they had stolen kisses and shared tender words before falling into bed, the camera left playing in another room as other needs took over.

She’s so focused on what she’s watching that Callie doesn’t hear Penny come home and she doesn’t hear her quickly leave again either.

~~
Callie is relieved to finish her shift, happy to finally relax with a new journal and a large glass of wine. Legs curled up under herself, she barely looks up when Penny sits beside her, close but really not close at all.

“Callie?”

“Mhmm?”

Penny is sitting forward on the edge of the couch and it makes the other woman finally place down her book and face her.

“Do you think… do you think if we’d met at another time, in some other place or without so much history, we would have made it?”

Callie’s eyes sheen with tears immediately, her voice broken and husky with angst and guilt and Penny thinks almost relief, “what?”

“It’s okay, Callie. Really, I’ve made peace with it. Sort of. It’s okay. But you have to too. You have to accept that she’s your one or she’s going to slip past you and you’ll live the rest of your life like… well, like this. And you don’t deserve half a life, Calliope Torres. You truly don’t.”

“Penny-” Callie doesn’t say anything else because she really doesn’t know how to. She can’t claim that what’s being said isn’t completely true, she can’t live a lie any longer. So she lets herself cry, grabbing her now ex girlfriends hand, “I’m so sorry, Penny. I’m so sorry.”

And she is.

~~
It takes three days for Callie to gather the courage to call Arizona. And even then she almost backs out. Before she can hang up though, her call is connected and the always familiar drawl of her name floods her senses.

“Morning Calliope. You do realise it’s 5am here, right?”

“I’m sorry if I woke you, Arizona. I just need to ask a favour.”

“It couldn’t wait til a more normal time?” Arizona yawns and Callie has to clench her eyes closed as she imagines the other woman stretching in bed, tank top rising up to give her a miraculous view of her toned stomach.

“It waited too long already.”

“Okay? Whatever you need, Callie.”

Taking the plunge, Callie breathes deeply and jumps, “you.”

“Yeah I got that part but I’m gonna need some more words, hon.”

“Arizona, I need you. I need you to not be across the country when our daughter is sad. I need to fight over new furniture and whose turn it is to take out the trash. I need to go to sleep with you and wake up with you and be with you. I need to massage your leg when it’s hurting and let you rub my feet when I’m exhausted. I need it all and I think you do too and also I need you to pick us up from the airport later on because we’re kinda homeless and I love Meredith but if I have to live with her again, I’ll kill her.”

She’s met with silence and only shocked, heavy breathing and Callie thinks the wait it going to drive her insane.

“Calliope Torres. You’re the- the- the biggest pain in my ass I have ever met. And thank god for you.” She’s tearful and her voice breaks and Callie’s heart feels entirely full as she listens to the blondes whispers,

“Thank god for you.”

Signed to Kill (Pt. 1)

Pt. 1  Pt. 2  Pt. 3  Pt. 4  Pt. 5  Pt. 6  Pt. 7  Pt. 8  Pt. 9  Pt. 10

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

◊ Word Count: 2,700 

◊ Summary: You were employed in an agency that made its money by taking lives. However, things get hard when you’re contracted to kill a young idol. 

A/N: This is my first post on this account, I hope you enjoy it!


   |Chapter 1

Everything went downhill the day your father died.

You’d thought things were fine when you were young. Your mother died while giving birth to your little brother. You had only been three then, but you’d never seen your father cry, and that day was no exception. He always seemed to have a handle on everything; he was emotionally stable, he loved your brother and you unconditionally, and he had a stable job, though he didn’t make much.

However, children tend to miss things when they’re young. You had always thought that everything was so perfect. Sure, your mother wasn’t around, but your father was enough. Your small family didn’t have much money, but you’d never gone without anything you ever needed. You had been so focused on how great life was that you’d never noticed your father disappearing at night or coming home with strange cuts and bruises. You had always assumed that it was just what he did at his job.

Now, staring at the letter in your hands, you recalled all of these things. How hadn’t you seen this before? If you hadn’t been so naïve as a child, or if your father had just told you, you wouldn’t be in this mess now.

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Tom’s  bedtime story.

Author Ladyoftheteaandblood

Alternative fact, Tom story. Pure fluff and nonsense.

(If you want to read just the Tom story and not the children’s book he writes, please feel free to miss out the bits in italics)

Tom stared at the computer and hoped the words would come, when he’d started writing this children’s story he’d been full of ideas but now they seemed to been blown out of his head like the seeds on a dandelion and where they had ended up, who knew?

Esmeralda Hamster had been a story he’d already made up and told to his young niece when she had been bullied in the playground, so when they had suggested to him he write his own Cbeebies story to read at the bedtime slot, he’d jumped at the chance.

Now two days before going to see the lady who was meant to be illustrating it for him, he’d yet to find the end, or more to the point he knew the bloody end but not how to word it.

British press would love that he thought “Tom Hiddleston lost for words!”

Right make coffee, get packet of HobNobs and dig in. Bentley purred round his legs as he watched the kettle boil.

“Sorry old friend I’m late feeding you” Tom picked up the tabby held him against his famous black Cardigan and rubbed  between the cats ears.

“Ok feller let’s get you fed and me back to work”

Tom took his coffee and biscuits into his office, settled down at his messy desk and reread what he had already come up with.


Esmeralda Hamster was small of that there was no doubt, and being so tiny had its problem. She could be easily overlooked by others and equally as easily be pushed around by those who were bigger.

Draco was bigger. A large dog who ruled the household that Esmeralda lived in. 

Esmeralda Hamster lived in a house with many pets and good owners but good owners don’t always see what going on between pets and Draco was a bully. He demanded that all pets give him the best of everything. He even demanded that Oscar the squirrel who lived in the three in the back garden, should steal food from other gardens and houses for him. And as we all know stealing is wrong.

Draco loved to punish those who didn’t do as he commanded them. The one-time Esmeralda Hamster had disobeyed him, he’d surrounded her cage with pillows and trapped her in, so barely any air could get to her. It was only the bravery of Duncan the house rabbit, who had saved her by pushing one of the cushions just back far enough to let more air in.

Enough was enough and although Esmeralda was small she had decided to act.



And that’s where Tom was stuck, he knew where he wanted it to go but the words would not come. 

Munching on a HobNob and staring at the blank screen he decided to phone his niece and have a chat.

“Hi Tiger, how are you?” He asked when his sister had handed his favourite girl the phone.

“Mummy says you are writing the story you told me and it’s going to be read on Cbeebies, is that true….my story!?”

“Yup, but Uncle Yay Monster is a little bit stuck, so could you retell the story to me from where Esmeralda has decided to stop Draco, please”

Tiger was only too happy to retell her big loopy uncle, his story and half hour later and after some plot embellishments that he didn’t remember Tom was back on track.

“Thank you, Tiger I owe you an ice cream” he said his good byes and got back to it.


The next Time Draco went out for his afternoon walk Esmeralda called a meeting of all the family pets including Oscar the squirrel. 

“It’s time we did something about Draco, it’s time we stopped his bullying so we can all live in peace” she announced as loudly as she could.

“But how do we stop a bully when we are all so small?” asked Florence the gerbil, her sister Molly nodding in agreement

“We show him to our owners for what he is, we tell on him”

“And how do we do that?” shouted Duncan

“I have a plan!” And with that she explained her brave idea.

The animals listened, nodded lots and decided to carry out the plan that very night when the owners were all watching telly in the same room.

Draco came back from his walk and took his afternoon nap on Lily the cats bed. When he awoke in the early evening, he started making demands as he always did.

But this time the animals in one chorus said No! Everything he demanded got the same reply No!

“You will all pay for this when the owners go to bed he growled at them.

You have to catch us first said Esmeralda and with that all the pets shot off in different directions, around the room.

Draco was angry, 

Draco was not pleased, Draco would show these animal who was boss, and he started to chase them.

Draco raced after Duncan the house rabbit who hid under the desk, then dashed out again as Draco set his sights on the gerbils.

Molly and Florence looked terrified and only just managed to avoid Draco jaws by scurrying under the sofa.

All the animals headed for Lilly the cat who stood by the door, and when all the animal where in front of Draco running for their lives, she jumped up and grabbed the handle pulling it down and the door swung open.

The pets all dashed through to the telly room and huddled in a corner looking scared as a growling Draco loomed over them.

“Draco what are you doing!?” Came the owners voice, the dog looked around to find the whole family that had been watching telly, were now glaring at him.

Draco had been caught red pawed and he now had to pay the price. He would never again be allowed free range of the house, so that he couldn’t bully the other pets.

Draco had to live in the kitchen, sleeping on the mat, or be out in the garden away from the others.

From that day, there was no more bullying and all the pets lived happily ever after. Esmeralda being the happiest of them all, knowing that being small you could still make a difference.



Yes it was done! after a celebratory HobNob, he phoned Luke and told him the good news.

Two days later Tom was at the door  of the illustrator house, manuscript in hand.

In his head he had painted her as a short cuddly, lady with curly hair and brown eyes in her middle-age.

When the door opened he found a lady that did indeed have big brown eyes but she was tall with long dark haired and in her late twenties. She was very colourfully dressed, very pretty, and had a  fantastic smile.

“Hi Tom, I’m Maxine, Max to you, come on in.

They walked into a book lover’s dream, as every wall of the house was covered in shelves laden with books on every subject you could wish for. If Tom hadn’t been there on a mission he’d have been in those shelves in seconds.

Max saw him eye up her treasures and laugh,

“My excuse when I by yet another book, is I need as much inspiration as I can get. Now I will make us a coffee then you can read me the story. Please give all the characters the voices you see them with as it helps me with drawing them.

Coffee and HobNobs served, Tom was beginning to really like Max,

Tom settled down on a floofy colourful sofa, and began reading in his Cbeebies story voice, with different ones for all the characters. 

Max grinned at him, as Tom then explained as best he could, how he saw each animal. She did quick sketches of each, changing bits that Tom didn’t like or adding bits that Tom wanted.

Three hours later, most of those spent huddled side by side on the old sofa, she had the rough idea of what he wanted. And Tom had a very good idea what he’d like but he left it there and went back to his house for one and a cat.

Several weeks later Max phoned to ask him back to see the finished pictures. Amazingly Tom found he was suddenly free (after cancelling Luke) that very afternoon and could be there anytime Max wanted, He arrived at her door with a cake from his favourite bakery and prayed she’d like it.

Max took him into her warm inviting home and made them both coffee, this time she took him into the room she used for drawing which extended onto a conservatory. 

The room had a large table in it and more shelves, more books and loads of paper, pens, and artist gear, which to Tom had no rhyme or reason to their placement but made perfect Sense to Max.

On the table was an artist Pad, Max opened it and nervously showed the bright watercolour pictures off one by one, each time looking at Tom for a reaction. 

Tom just stared, Max had captured each little creature as he’d seen them in his head, and then set them in scenes on the page, just as he had imagined them to be. 

Tom would be the first to tell you his artistic abilities were zero, so he was always enamoured of others who could, and Max most definitely could.

“They are just as I saw them, they are beautiful, you really brought them to life thank you” without thinking he gave her the Hiddles hug, an all-encompassing, rib cracking, hold that left you in no doubt that you’d been Hiddled.

He let her go and seeing she looked a little flustered, did the next thing the Hiddles is known for.

“Oh, um, sorry, got a bit carried away, just really pleased with what you’ve done it’s awesome!”

He now have the cute smacked puppy look and Max just laughed.

“Maybe just a warning before the next one” she said and before putting his brain in gear Tom blurted out,

“Oh do I get another one then” 
“Buy me lunch and you just might” came the reply.

Eight months later Tiger sat in front of the family TV  with Toms sister and mum. Together they watch Uncle Yay Monster, kill off female kind by telling a bedtime story in his old cuddly Cardigan. The one that Tiger loved to snuggle into, that had the warm male, safe, smell of Tom and he wore the glasses that made him look more daddyish and approachable.

He told her story really well, even if he had left out some of the extra bits she’d added but she could question him on that tomorrow when he came round with Max for a family lunch.

(picture not mine I just played)

tagging firstly the people who made me do this after the Whats Tom doing post

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Dina’s Fun Aunt Holiday Bonus Part 2 (Trixya) – Ellen Thwoorp

Summary – Their first day at the resort is a rollercoaster. There’s ups and downs but they come out of it wobbly but happy. Katya makes friends, some she wants, some she doesn’t. But no matter what happens shes happy to end the night with Trixie.

A/N: I’m sorry this is late but I thought I’d finished it, reread it and hated it so it’s had some work done. I hope you enjoy it. Did somebody say 1/3 smut? Because that is factually accurate.

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Imagine road trips with Chris.

A/N: Part 3 is hereeeeeeeee. :D Read Part 1/Part 2 here. I’m tagging @ateliefloresdaprimavera @widowsfics @xoxomioxoxo @imaginesofdreams @m-a-t-91 @katiew1973 @winter-tospring@mrs-captain-evans (I know you didn’t ask me for a tag but you caught my attention with your constant support. ❤️️) Tags are still open so inbox me if you want to be tagged.

You stared at your MacBook, at the open Pages document with your latest screenplay that was- in your standards- far from done, and watched the line blink. You reread the final scene for what felt like the hundredth time and still felt like something was missing. You were working on a romantic drama; a genre you would’ve written with ease three years ago, but not now. Let’s just say that since Chris became a part of your life, there has been a lack of dramatic experiences.

There was no such thing as perfect but Chris came pretty close to it; he was sweet and kind and compassionate and loyal. He loved you with everything he had and he always made sure you left him after each encounter with a smile on your face. You were living a fairytale so how were you meant to write a tragedy?

“What’s wrong?” Chris reached for your hand and pulled it to his lips. “You look stressed.” He mumbled against your skin then pressed a tender kiss to the back of your hand. “Well- more stressed than usual.”

“That’s ‘cause I am more stressed than usual.” You answered, taking your hand back from him. “I’ve been working on this script for- God knows how long and it’s still so-” you groaned exasperatedly, “unfinished. Alex will probably give me an extension but- it doesn’t matter because I don’t know how to write it.”

“I think you do know how to write it and you’re just overthinking again.” He said as you turned off your MacBook and put it in the backseat. “Baby,” he chuckled softly and entwined his fingers with yours when you reach for his hand, “you’re a really good writer. I know because I’ve read all your work, whether it’s your personal writing or stuff for work- it’s all good.”

“Your judgement is askew,” you chuckled softly.

“Because I’m your boyfriend?” He quizzed rhetorically. “How dare you?” He scoffed, feigning offense. “I don’t mix work with pleasure.” You rolled your eyes because that was how the two of you got together. “As an actor and a man who’s dabble with directing- I think I know good writing when I see it, and your writing is amazing.”

“Really?” You countered, trying not to laugh. “And how is my cooking?” You asked and answered for him. “Amazing, right? And my makeup skills? Amazing, also.” You answered before he could and he chuckled softly; you had a point. “And my photography skills? I believe you said that-”

“I’m sorry you’re perfect and amazing at everything.” He cut you off, trying not to smile. “God, it’s not my fault your parents made you so freaking flawless.” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t contain your smile. “Sorry, you are flawed. You are a chronic over-thinker and a perfectionist, and not in a good way.”

“Yeah? Well- you’re too perfect and the reason I can’t get this script done.” He raised an eyebrow. “It’s a romantic drama and you don’t cause me enough heartache and angst to give me the experience I need to write it,” you told him and he laughed. “Honestly,” you bit back your smile as you pretended to scold him, “can’t you just be a douchebag for a second of your life?”

“You’re an idiot,” he shook his head, laughing.

“It takes one to know one.” You shot him a wink and kicked your feet up on the dash. “Speaking of, why’d you shave?” You raised an eyebrow at him and he shrugged, rubbing his jaw with his hand. “I can’t believe you had time to, you basically dragged me out the door in my pajamas.”

“Don’t be dramatic,” he rolled his eyes. “You’re not in pajamas, are you.”

“Yeah, because I fought you to go get change first.” You grabbed the iPod and pulled up the playlist, narrowing your eyes at the unfamiliarity. “Kanye West, seriously?” You scrunched your face in annoyance and he laughed. “As a fan of Taylor Swift, I am not happy to see his music on here. Christopher Robert Evans,” you chuckled as you teased him, “I guess you’re not as perfect as I thought.”

“Sorry to burst your bubble, but it’s not mine.”

“So Captain America steals,” you smirked, “who would’ve thought?”

“Captain America has done worst than steal an iPod, and we’re borrowing.” He pulled his hand out of yours and tapped your knees. “Take your feet off the dash, Missy. Your feet are perfect but I don’t need your footprints on my dash to remind me.”

“Why are guys so protective over their cars?” You quizzed as you did what you were told, plugging out the iPod to plug in your iPhone so you could play music you actually wanted to listen to and could actually sing along to.

“We’re protect what we love, it’s an instinct.” He answered then glanced at you, smiling. “We’re protective over our girls too,” he told you. You chuckled softly as the memory of him causing a scene at the bar came back; another patron tried to hit on you- in a less than polite way- while you were getting a drink, and Chris- well, he was not happy. “But you already know that.”

“Yes, and I love protective Chris.” You leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I also love caring Chris, he always takes care of me after I decide to go out and get wasted.” You said and he chuckled. “And reassuring Chris, he can always make me feel better about the things I feel worst about. I just- I love you,” you smiled at him.

“I love you too,” he smiled back.

“I’m actually really glad to be getting out of town,” you admitted and went back to fiddling with your music. You pulled up your 'Favorites’ playlist and put it on shuffle, the song that came up- 'I Do’ by Colbie Caillat- brought a smile on Chris’ face because it reminded him of his upcoming proposal. “I could use the distraction, it’s not like I’m going to do anything productive at home.”

“True,” he agreed with a nod. “Stress you would probably just pace the hallways while eating Fruit Loops straight from the box, or Gummi Bears. It’s quite disconcerting,” he glanced at you and chuckled when you rolled your eyes. “But you’re cute, so- I don’t mind.”

You tapped your finger on your lap to the beat of the song and smiled at how sweet the song was; it was an oldie but definitely a goodie. It was the perfect song to listen to, really, considering how many of your friends were about to do what the song said at their upcoming weddings. You loved weddings and you couldn’t wait till you finally had your own with Chris. It wasn’t a subject the two of you had to verbally discuss, the longing looks and knowing smiles were always enough. Both your parents and his had been begging the two of you to tie the knot for years now, but with his schedule and yours- the timing hasn’t always been what you needed it to be. It was fine, you weren’t in a rush; you loved him and he loved you, that was more than enough for now.

“I can’t wait for Carly and Ben’s wedding,” Chris said and drew you out of your thoughts. “I think it’s going to be lovely, even though it’s happening a week before Christmas. It’s strange, really. But- hey, each to their own.”

“I think a December wedding is nice, but- you’re probably right about having it clash with the holidays,” you agreed and he nodded with pursed lips. “Personally, I’d have a wedding in September. I always think a Fall wedding would be beautiful, don’t you?”

“Oh yes,” he smiled, “September sounds like a perfect time to have a wedding. We should probably put that in the books,” he told you and you narrowed your eyes with a confused smile on your face. “You know,” he glanced at you then turned back to the road to hide his excited smile, “for our future reference.”

“I’m not putting anything in the books until I see a ring on my finger,” you joked.

He reached for your left hand and drew it to his lips, pressing a kiss on your ring finger.

“Duly noted.”

Do You Really Want Me - chapter 5

“Why did you tell him that stuff?” Izzy screeches, her arms flapping as she runs down the stairs. Kate can see the anger in her eyes. “That’s none of his business! How could you do that to me?” she cries, turning and running back up the stairs, slamming her bedroom door and collapsing on the bed.

Kate follows Izzy up the stairs. She contemplates knocking but just busts into the bedroom. “I told him for your own good!” She walks over and sits next to Izzy. “You know how you would cry and wonder why your future was ripped from you?”

Izzy sniffles, turning on her side to face Kate. “Yeah,” she whispers.

“Maybe this is your reason. Maybe this is your future, but you’ll never know if you don’t give it a chance.”

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Title: “It’s Deck the Hall, not Deck the Peter,” (Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: Sam and Natasha put Y/N and Peter against each other in a hand to hand combat match, just minutes before guests will arrive for Tony Stark’s holiday party.

Word Count: 1532

A/N: Omg I had one ready and I was rereading it, and THEN I ended up not liking it so I scrapped it and rewrote. I LOVE THIS ONE I WROTE IT IN LIKE 45 MIN I JUST COULDN’T STOP! I hope you enjoy! NOTE: This has not been thoroughly edited so there may be some errors still.

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anonymous asked:

Hello ❤️ have you read any new Marcel fic recently that you would rec? I've just found out that I passed my exams with top grades and I'm in the mood to treat myself😌

Well first of all, congratulations, anon!!! good for you! :))

And second of all, sorry. I wish I had read some new Marcel fics lately, but I have not. 

I don’t think there’s really been that much Marcel published as of late, so I am going to take this opportunity to selfishly promote my own short lil marcel fic:

It’s A Rare Condition by gloria_andrews - 6.8k 

and of course, Lexy’s Marcel masterpiece, even though you’ve hopefully already read it:

But Why Wonder, Why Wonder? by 100percentsassy - 30k

otherwise, in terms of general larry fic here is some stuff that I enjoyed recently:

Christmas Without You by Objectlesson - 5.6k

It’s Christmas Eve and Harry misses Louis so badly he might be going little crazy.

okay seriously, i cannot get ENOUGH of everything objectlesson writes.  The strength of feeling almost always makes me literally gasp at least once per fic.  I just subscribed, because I should have done that like forever ago, and I saw they wrote another fic recently called Saved Tonight (30k) that I haven’t read yet, but i’m preemptively reccing, anyway.  

Yet In Thy Dark Street Shineth by juliusschimdt - 58k

Louis’ life has become the very thing he’s always dreaded: routine. His job is steady, his bills are paid, his friends are preoccupied, his siblings are mostly old enough not to need him, and his mom keeps pestering him about attending church. Apparently, the new minister pulls rainbows and unicorns out of his robes.

Advent arrives three months into Harry’s first call as associate pastor at St. Andrews. Life is… not perfect. He’s still figuring out how do his job and the holidays bring a whole bundle of extra stress. On top of which, he has no friends or family nearby with whom he can decompress. Louis Tomlinson shows up to worship in the nick of time.

This was written as an advent fic and it just made my whole December so nice.  Harry and Louis are so lovely in it and it’s genuinely funny, too.  Read it!! you won’t regret it!! (PS @juliusschmidt has been posting little fics in the Last Best Option Universe lately and they are great and also make my heart ache!)

Black With Autumn Rain by whimsicule - 93k

“Thank you,” Geoff says, taking a sip of his tea. “What did you tell him?”

Louis has a sip as well, lets the tea burn down his throat too quickly, too hot, and he feels it all the way down to his stomach. “The truth. Essentially,” he replies after a moment, licking his lips, relishing the slightly bitter taste of the brew that’s never quite strong enough for Louis’ liking. At least it’s not decaf. “That my dog scented it. That I didn’t touch the body. That I came here first thing.”

Geoff nods pensively. “Did he believe you?”

“Probably not. There’s only so many people who can drown on dry land before it gets fishy.”

or: Harry is a journalist, Louis has lots of secrets and the moors aren’t exactly the ideal place to rekindle a lost romance.

What a great fic!!!! like seriously.  just reading the title takes me to a certain place in my mind! the descriptions are so good and the feelings are really intense and i don’t know what more you could ask for!! 

Chestnuts Roasting… And All That by Elsi_bee - 47K  

Louis is apparently the only person at his new job who is single as can be. It’s not a big deal to just tell his new colleagues that he has a boyfriend, right? Until he has to make this imaginary boyfriend magically appear at the office holiday party. Cue fake relationship antics with a certain someone who is more than willing to play along.

This one is locked on ao3, so you do need a profile to read it, but it’s sooooo good!! i loved it!! Perfect, holiday fake boyfriends AU.  I’ve already reread the angst/resolution part like 3x.  :)))

Okay, that’s it for now!! 

One of These Nights (3/?); jongyu; pg

Jinki knows that he’s gay. What he doesn’t know is how to handle a crush on someone as entwined in the music industry as he is.

part 1 - part 2

sorry again that this has been such a wait! ^^; this follows jinki through lucifer promotions and is more of the slow burn 8) and for the chat part…this is the day and outfit jong is referencing

thanks as always @yurilikesgirls and @jongyued for all their help!

slight warning for brief homophobia/relateable closeted gay feels

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Many thoughts on :re 123

I wonder if Yoriko actually expected Mutsuki? Because her reaction does imply that she’s been expecting somebody. If she had a date with Bujin I’d expect her to already show a surprised reaction upon hearing the voice/before she turned around since I’m pretty sure Mutsuki’s voice is quite different from Bujin’s. Since Mutsuki said to Bujin that she might know Touka it’s very much possible that Mutsuki directly talked to Yoriko or wanted to meet her in person to help her find her friend. It’d easy for her to gain Yoriko’s trust and lure her to some place so she could attack her…

The hand doesn’t mean that she’s dead yet. She might very well still be alive. I see two possibilities here: 1)Mutsuki killed Yoriko (maybe even in Torso style since apparently she now also hates women and since Yoriko is the best friend of the woman that stole her man, all the more reason to brutally murder her). Also because the dead don’t speak. It might be troublesome if she’s still alive and someone somehow manages to rescue her. 2)Yoriko is purposely kept alive so she can be used to threaten Touka. You know Touka would pretty much do anything to save Yoriko… oh boi…
Which one is more likely? You tell me.

(btw, taking a closer look at the hand, it seems like a bone is sticking out..? Seems like Mutsuki’s definitely wasn’t too careful handling Yoriko…)

(also, stay strong, Bujin. AND SAVE YOUR WAIFU! ugh, this gets so much to me bc Yoriko is the sweetest cinnamon roll in TG. If there’s one person that never did anything bad it’d be her. How the fck could you do this to such a kind person??? )

Now let’s talk about Mutsuki. At the beginning we see her being super happy n emotional, tearing up, clenching Kaneki’s shirt and begging him to come back. I won’t call this all just being an act Mutsuki put up. There’s no denying that she was happy and emotional and really wanted him back (it was sad really, the panel where she holds the end of his shirt and begging him to come back actually got to me).

But at the same time she came with a fully thought out plan and she most likely knew how he’d react and what to expect. She acted super innocent but we know she wasn’t shocked or anything when she saw fake Kaneki getting beheaded (like pls, she seen and done worse than that). But  although she knew what to expect she still tried, still took the chance and when she got her answer(or so she thinks) you could see the hurt on her face nonetheless.

(^ that’s some Furuta style acting, Mucchan…)

What’s Mutsuki’s perception of Kaneki/Haise atm? The official statement of the CCG is that Haise betrayed them and killed Arima. There are some doubters and Urie is one of them. But not Mutsuki. She wouldn’t care much about why/how this really went down as long as he came back. It’s not about the CCG. But what might be interesting to point out here is that she did not only mention herself but also briefly mentions others (Suzuya, Itou and the Qs). I have wondered about this a long time ago: Aside from Haise, what are her feelings towards others, how are their relationships, how important are the others to her?

(putting the rest under the cut bc this gonna be long bc I’m just putting everything in one post muhahaha)

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College!AU Ken

find leo (here), ravi (here), hakyeon (here), & hongbin (here

  • major: pre-med (biology) 
  • minor: creative writing 
  • sports: soccer team
  • clubs: choir, campus literary journal writer 
  • probably the most outspoken, interesting, and clumsy pre-med student on campus and every lab teacher knows him for being an actual walking safety hazard because he loves experimenting with things he REALLY should not be experimenting with
  • like literally he was making the skeleton talk during a study of the vertebrates lab and the professor was like “….ken……do you have something to share?” and ken was just like “no…..ill be as silent as…..the dead……” as he waved the skeletons arm and the class was like om f g did he just pun @ the prof???
  • (yeah he did)
  • and like people tend to misjudge him based on his relaxed and funny aura and they’re like oh he probably skids through his classes with like D’s and C’s but that’s completely not true
  • like ken has a knack for the sciences, especially neurobiology because he finds things like dna sequencing fun???? and people are like nah he never studies but when you visit the library sure he might be goofing around with hongbin and ravi but then the minute they leave he’s got his head in his lab notebook and textbook
  • and like his grades on tests are always the highest???? and his labs are always crystal clear???
  • and even the professors are shocked by his ability to actually be serious 
  • also imagine ken in like a long white coat and lab goggles holding up a brain and being like “ah…..yes……..the Human Brain……a work of art….” ok let me stop
  • ken was rumored to have smuggled a puppy into one of his behavioral psych courses and when the dog barked ken would cough really loud and no one has confirmed this rumor but like ,,,, ravi told someone that he found dog treats under ken’s bed once,,,,,
  • ken’s literally on the soccer team to meme at leo like he actually isn’t that into soccer he just likes imitating leo’s roles from the plays he does on campus during practice and leo is like ken,,,just quit and ken just launches himself into leo’s arms like you don T me A N that I L ovE you and leo is just: silent screaming
  • he took creative writing as a minor because he loves writing stories about the weirdest shit ever and like his teachers dig it so much so does the on campus literary journal so now he has like a short story published every month and each one is crazier than the next it’s..,,,,amazing no one guess it’s by a pre-med student lmfao
  • but yes you meet ken on a study abroad actually and it’s in australlia out of all places like you guys are there on two different programs, he’s there with his neuro class and you’re there to do research for your major but like 
  • ken has no sense of direction so when you guys have off time you notice as you’re like walking around sydney that ken is standing smack dab in the middle of the street looking up at the sky and you’re like ,,,, isn’t that kid from my college???
  • and there’s a car coming and this boy isn’t moving and you’re like !?!?!??!!? but you don’t even think you like run and grab his hand and like pull him across the street and you’re like dude!!!! what the hell!!!
  • and he’s like oh o h i got distracted by the sky and in korea the light makes a noise and gives you time t- and you’re like boy we’re not in korea??? and he’s like yEah you’re right thanks for saving my ass (-:
  • and he’s so damn nonchalant about the whole thing that you’re like ok,,,he’s a little,,,,,weird
  • and you don’t think anything of it when you leave him after he says thanks but then that night you overhear professors talking in the hotel asking where ken is and you’re like i saw him today in the city and they’re like he hasn’t come back and you’re like oh….
  • and tbh you don’t know what compels you because like you’ve never been friends with him or even really talked to him but you like decide to just go back to the place from today to see if he might be there and 
  • to your surprise he is he’s standing (not in the street) but at the corner, jotting something down in his book and you like sneak up behind to see and you’re like heY
  • and he’s like holY SH I YO UScreaED ME 
  • and youre like oops but hey dude it’s past midnight come back to the hotel because the teachers are freaking out and he’s like oh lol i didnt notice the time but yeah ill go back in a second and you’re a little suspicious because from what youve seen so far he’s not good at paying attention so you’re like ill wait till your ready
  • and he smiles @ you and it’s like,,,,,the softest smile you’ve ever seen on a human and you’re like oh wait ok he’s weird a little just a little but he’s also really handsome what the heck
  • and ken keeps writing for a bit and you notice that he’s really tall actually with nice proportions and pretty hair and,,,,,,,ok he’s hot that’s the point
  • so finally he closes his book and he’s like all set!! the story is finished 
  • and you’re like story?? and ken’s like yeah, for the next magazine on campus ^^ and you’re like oh you’re a creative writing major?? and he’s like noooope pre-med
  • and you’re like PRE MED but then you’re like oh ,,, how did that happen and ken shrugs and he’s like idk im just good at science and being a doctor would be pretty rad yeah?? and you’re like ive never heard someone use doctor and rad in the same sentence but somehow ken’s making it work
  • and so you two walk back to the hotel and you’re kind of curious to read something he’s written so when you get back to your room you ask to see if any roommates of yours have an issue of the campus lit magazine and luckily someone has last months and you find ken’s story and like
  • you read it in bed and then reread and reread it again because it’s s O GOOD and it’s over the top but??? he has skill and the next morning at breakfast you find him and you’re like 
  • DUDE your stories are soooo good and ken gets all smiley over his pancakes like !!! they are? well i know they are, but what’d you like about them??
  • and ken wants to hear each and every last one of your opinions and you want to give them and somehow you and him end up talking till everyones already gone for the day 
  • and that is how your friendship starts on this study abroad and it’s cute you bond over his stories and then ken lets you read a bit of the one he’s started here in sydney and like there’s only a week left but
  • you and ken just grow close in an instant because he’s never dull to be around and after your respective classes you meet up to go on adventures in this undiscovered country and you learn about ken’s real genius when it comes to science and you two might not have the same interests but you click
  • like when you two walk, something just works there’s like an energy that draws you closer
  • and on the plane ride back you two even sit next to each other and spend a good amount of time making fun of the bad movie and when you wake up you see ken’s head on your shoulder and like ok frick you might like him more than you expected
  • but like even after just a week of knowing him you know how flirty and outgoing he is so you think like it’ll never work, like no one can really tie him down 
  • until you hear that the pre-meds are throwing this big party and the whole campus is invited but like you have to study so you hit up the empty library to get some work done and suddenly you hear a noise and when you look up??
  • it’s just ken??? except he’s obviously tipsy and like disoriented and he like leans against a bookshelf and drops down to his knees and youre like oh shit is he ok so you hurry over and you’re like ken??? ken!!! and you’re shakign his shoulders and ken’s like coming to and he looks up at you with glassy eyes and you’re like
  • duDE are you crying?? 
  • and he just reaches out and pulls you into his arms and you’re like !!!! and he whispers your name against your neck and he’s like ,,,,,i hate this,,,,i hate everyone thinking im an idiot
  • and you’re like ????? ken what are you talking about and he just kind of trips over his words and he’s like 
  • i hatE  that theY A ll think im SOME jokE to laugh at!!?  that i don’t work for this as much as they do ! like i dont really want to be a doctor,,,,
  • and your heart softens and you kind of let your hands settle around him and you’re like im sorry,,if it helps i know that you’re so smart and kind and you’re gonna be a great doctor and ken keeps silent for a moment until you think like you feel??? his lips on the side of your neck and you’re like k–k-ken
  • but then you pull back and this big kids actually just asleep and you’re like oh my god but also god bless because you’re totally red in the face
  • and so you text ravi and leo to help you get ken back to his dorm but before he passes out dead on his bed he mumbles your name and leo and ravi are looking at you like oH and you’re like GTG BYE TELL HIM TO CALL ME 
  • and the next day you get a call and it’s ken and he’s like heY i didnt say or do anything dumb yesterday right and your heart sinks but youre like dont worry dude!!! you were just drunk haha
  • but then ken is like hey,,,,,,can i see you alone today,,,,later and you’re like oh ok???
  • and you’re worried to death that he’s caught on to your feelings or something and tbh you meet in an empty lab room and he’s there finishing up work and you’re like knock knock you told me to come here??
  • and ken smiles and he looks so professional in the white coat with his glasses on that you almost think he’s a teacher but that’s not the point you’re like what’d you wanna talk to me about?? and he’s like oh i want to ask you something really really important
  • and you swallow like ok??? and he’s like ,,,,,
  • “since im studying to be a doctor,,,,,,is it ok if i,,,,,,,,,,,,”
  • and you’re like omf what…is he going to say
  • and ken’s like on the verge of laughign he’s like “is it ok if i perform a full body exam on you……….im SORRY I couldn’t RESIST THE Pun”
  • and you’re kind of confused for a second but then you’re like blushing but also smacking him playfully like WHat ARE you SAYING 
  • and ken pins you against the counter of the lab desks and he’s like wiggling his eyebrows and it’s so funny but you’re also like are you serious???
  • and ken’s like im dead serious
  • and you’re like soooo does that mean you like me??? and ken’s like ,,,, wELL it’s a little more than just like ,….id diagnose myself with ‘lovestruck’ basically 
  • and you’re like that’s corny but whatever makeout with me
  • and ken’s like DONT MIND IF I DO 
  • and as much as i want to say you guys just do your thing there, ken’s like we can’t because the teacher is gonna come in 10 minutes to lock up the lab sO let’s do this somewhere more comfortable
  • but tbh like he’s a mess the minute he kisses you he’s just like my dorms too far your dorms too far you know what’s not far mY car that’s parked on campus let’s go
  • and like it’s ken so he’s large and so it’s a little uncomfortable but like at the same time he’s making you laugh the whole while and also just being really gentle and always asking if you’re ok and like whatever you don’t care where you are as long as you’re holding onto him
  • and it’s the same for ken like he whispers into your ear that that time he saw you in sydney, after you saved him when it was nighttime he couldnt even look at you because you were so beautiful against the backdrop of the moon
  • and you’re like god you’re so sappy like a real writer why are you becoming a doctor but you only say it to hide the fact that your heartbeats going wild
  • but since he’s pre-med ken can literally hear your pulse he’s like yeah uhuh says the one completely infatuated with me right now 
  • and you’re like kEN if we Bo th weren’t head over heels deep in for each other we wouldn’t be in this car right now doing this righ-
  • and ken just kisses you like yes yes i get it 
  • tbh it’d be hilarious you guys are too tired to go anywhere you sleep in the car and in the morning like ??? hyuk is knocking on the window and he’s like YO Ken hyung are you naked in there?? and ken’s like FRICK throws his lab coat over you and flips hyuk off through the window
  • “so you and ken are dating?” “yes ravi we are” “and you guys hooked up in his car?” “yes ravi we did.” “…….romantic.”
  • but like dont get me wrong ken treats you like royalty tbh dating ken would be gr8 because he’d only ever think about you and talk about you (he’d also study medicine but like you get what im saying)
  • and tbh his stories start getting more squishy and lovey-dovey and the lit journal editor is like damn ken did you get married or something you’re just seeing stars these days and ken’s looking at you like yEAH i guess i am
  • he’s a dork he’d show up to your dorm with like flowers at random times in the day and get down on his knees just to ask you to lunch
  • “ken check my temperature” “why?? do you feel hot??” “yes” “are you sick oh my g-wait……you didn’t mean it like that did you” “NopE - take your shirt off.”
  • going to ken’s soccer games and cheering for him and leo’s like he didn’t even score a goal and you’re like so what he’s the mvp and ken has you in his lap sticking his tongue out at leo like hEARd that im the M V P 
  • you and ken would just kiss a lot it’s freaking GR E A T 
  • also sometimes he’d just speak in really hard science terms when stressed and you’d have to soothe him by like gently patting his head and like letting him rest it in your lap
  • also like ken sings one day just like while you’re over at his dorm and he’s making some food and you spit your water out because holy hell ken you can sING 
  • and he’s like it’s a hobby (: and you’re like HOW ARE YOU Good at everything are you like actually a demi-god
  • and ken just gets all proud like mAYBe who knows aren’t you lucky to be dating a hunk like me
  • and you’re like shush before i throw this toast at you and ken’s like do it i bet i could catch it
  • the rest of the campus is like @ you how does it feel to be dating a real life meme and you’re like it’s amazing so you can all frick off
  • and then you like meet up with ken and he picks you up in his arms and you two walk off into the sunset except not really oyuyou’re going to starbucks to study for midterms RIP
As the Long, Long Nights Begin: Chapter 3

AU. After the fight with Gaston, Belle is just in time to save the Beast’s life-but too late to break the spell. Can they manage to find some happiness anyway?

You can read Chapters 1 and 2 under my fanfic page or on ff.net.


In Belle’s dreams, the Beast was never safe.

Tonight, he was on the highest tower of the castle, surrounded by a pack of snarling wolves. She stood on a balcony off the East Wing, able to look out across the rooftops and see the fight through the heavy rain, but too far to reach him. She tried calling out to him but, in that frustrating way dreams have, couldn’t make a sound.

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Just Yours - Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty - Wait For It

A/N: Wow! I can’t believe I’m already twenty chapters in. I’m not even close to being done, are you all still interested? Should I keep writing? I definitely still want to, but I want to know if there will be interest.
Word Count: 2,349
Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader
Synopsis: Fluff! Talk of the future between these two.
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