taking off the hook

anonymous asked:

Why would Mary say they'd all need money for lawyers when giving Spencer the Lost Woods Resort and then take the fall for all of them and get them off the hook? Like what else would they need lawyers for?

Excellent point! I’d say “hopefully we’ll find out next week.” But, nope probably just a plot hole. Probably like she knew she was going to jail, and she wanted them to have the hotel, but she thought Spence would only accept it for legal fees or something.

some of my favorite silly plotlines from Scottish ballads
  • Small village thinks illicit whiskey stills are its biggest problem until raiders show up and trash their everything. Death, destruction, etc. Raiders find whiskey still, get lit, pass out. Villagers murder them. Peace restored. Whiskey is king.
  • Shepherd lad spots fair maid skinny-dipping. Fair maid pleads for her virtue and/or clothing. Shepherd lad is complete gentleman, escorts her home with clothing and virtue intact. Fair maid demands to know what she has to do to get laid around here.
  • Plucky heroine’s boyfriend goes to sea, fails to return. Plucky heroine dresses in drag and goes to find him. Plucky heroine discovers boyfriend happily married to someone else. Plucky heroine shoots his head right off.
  • Do Not Stop By The Local Weaver’s House, You Will Get So Pregnant, Like, Super Pregnant, I’m Not Kidding, This Has Been A Public Service Announcement.
  • Wealthy farmwife habitually searches her maidservants’ dorm for SIGNS OF MEN out of concern for their virtue. Maids less concerned for their virtue are having None Of It. Maids hide scarecrow in dorm, farm mistakes scarecrow for prowler, farmwife decapitates scarecrow. Farmwife believes herself a murderer. Maids now permitted to do as they please, virtue-wise. 
  • Idiot son sent to market to sell cow. Scheming lass seduces idiot son out of cow, pants, and even shoes.
  • Dad returns from business trip to find daughter Super Pregnant, demands to meet the man responsible. Dad takes one look at man responsible and tells daughter “okay, you’re off the hook, I would have banged him too.”
  • Handsome stranger bribes fair maid to leave town with him. Fair maid rejects various bribes until handsome stranger flat-out offers her money, which she accepts. Handsome stranger turns out to be, to no one’s great surprise, the actual devil. Fair maid regrets her life choices.
  • Gallant knight goes forth to slay dragon. Dragon eats knight, but has indigestion.

ETA: If anyone has been reblogging this and wants to know what the songs are, here is the list! Or if you’re too lazy to click things, The Devil Uisge Beatha + Shepherd Lad + Billy Taylor + Tae The Weaver’s Gin Ye Go + The Straw Man + Cow Song + Willie Winsbury + The Devil’s Courtship + Sir Eglamore

My Princess

My Princess (m)

Word count: 3.8k

Genre: smut

I probably went a little too far with this, oh well. Although, this was probably one of my favorites i’ve written so far. Anyway, his was a request from an anon, hope you enjoy :)


Your boyfriend of one year, Jimin, decided for your anniversary he was going to take you to your favorite place, Disneyland. You two loved watching Disney movies together. You especially loved Beauty and the Beast and pretty much any princess movie. Jimin decide to even called you his princess. For your anniversary he made sure to get some time off so you two could spend a long weekend together.

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Undercover Pt.3 (M) ~ Mafia!BTS AU

 Sorry for the wait, been going through a lot recently. - Admin Tamra


PT. 1 PT. 2

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader ft BTS

Genre: Smut, Angst

SMUT WARNING

“Hello?” You answered, quickly clearing your throat and sitting up. 

 "(Y/N)? Baby? Can we talk?“ Jungkook spoke, he sounded exhausted and it was only 8AM. 

 "I don’t know, are you going to try to use me for sex again?” You asked, remembering what happened the day before. It disappointed you that that’s all Jungkook wanted. 

 He sighed, “No. But I’m on my way, and im going to explain everything.” You hung up, and got out of bed. Your hair was a mess and you hadn’t even showered since you got home last night. Quickly turning on the hot water, you washed your hair and body. The hot water felt amazing on your tense back, the stress was definitely catching up. 

 When you got out of the shower, you walked into your bedroom to see Jungkook sitting on your bed on his phone. 

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“Don’t take this the wrong way,” Jack says as they walk up the stairs.

Bitty’s pale blond eyebrows almost disappear into his hairline. A bead of sweat rolls down the side of his face. “Okay, that’s almost, like, a guarantee that you’re going to say something offensive, dear.”

“Sorry.” Jack unlocks the door and hangs his keys on the hook. He takes off his toque. “I just don’t get it about Beyoncé.”

“How long have we been dating?”

“Nine months?” Jack counts on his fingers. “Yeah, nine months.”

“And how long have we known each other?”

“Two and a half years? At least?” Jack guesses.

“And how long have I liked Beyoncé?”

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jeeno2  asked:

Rebelcaptain -- finding the other wearing their clothes ;)

It’s been twenty days when Jyn finally picks the lock to Cassian’s room. It’s surprisingly easy, for a man so paranoid about security and watching his back, but Jyn understands when she gets in. The room is almost empty–a bed, a wardrobe, a desk. The bed is neatly made; the wardrobe closed, the desk clear. It’s like the first time Jyn had rifled through Cassian’s bag, before Jedha so long ago; nothing personal. A man who travels light. 

It’s not surprising–Jyn hadn’t expected hoarding here–but something in her is still disappointed. She’d wanted–something. Some remnant of him, because there’s nothing else in this base. K2 is with him, a small comfort when they’re both too deep for communications; she is fond of Bodhi and Baze and Chirrut but they aren’t Cassian, aren’t a part of him. They’re worried, after twenty days of silence, but Chirrut’s faith is absolute, and Bodhi’s belief in Cassian’s competence edges onto hero worship sometimes, and Baze’s cynicism has resigned him to the worst. They don’t understand this fear, twisting in her, fear and anger at the impotence of waiting. She’s waited before, for people who never came, and all she has is a crystal necklace to show for it. 

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May 30, 1983: Stevie performs at the US Festival. 

You know when I walk out on the stage it’s like that’s when I’m really me. They almost had to take me off the stage with a hook to pull me off the stage at the US festival. People say to me there’s never a look on your face like there is the look that is on your face when you’re on that stage. ‘Cause that’s where I belong and I’m not near as good at home or at a party on an airplane or anywhere else. I’m at home on a stage with those kids…

Strip Poker || Jughead Jones

Prompt from @jughead-babe: I know this has nothing to do with juggie, but I would really like to see a imagine where Jug and the girl are playing strip poker, I think it would be cute

A/N: I don’t know the rules of poker and I’ve never played it before so I hope I did this prompt justice!

Gif by @dailycwriverdale

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You looked up from your laptop and groaned.

“Okay, that’s it,” you said as you slammed your laptop shut.

Jughead looked up at you from his computer.

“I need a break. If I read one more article about Jason Blossom’s death, I’m going to scream.”

Your boyfriend of a year chuckled. The two of you had been researching theories and reviewing evidence regarding the death of Cheryl’s twin for the past six hours now for Jughead’s novel. You were exhausted.

“I guess you’re right,” Jughead said as he closed his laptop and gave you his full attention.

“What do you suggest?” he asked.

You shrugged and looked around your room, waiting for something to pop out at you. A board game, a video game, something. Then you spotted a deck of cards and your eyes widened.

“Strip poker!” you blurted out.

Jughead rose his eyebrows at your statement.

“I’m sorry?”

You beamed and quickly got up, rushing over to your desk and grabbing the cards. You turned to face the raven-haired teen, a wolfish smile on your face.

“Yeah, no.” Jughead said, opening his laptop again.

You frowned.

“Oh, come on, Jughead!”

Jughead shook his head, keeping his eyes fixated on the screen.

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before!” you protested.

Jughead swallowed and his cheeks became bright red.

“Please?” you pleaded.

The teenage boy sighed and closed his laptop again.

“Alright, fine! Fine!” he said, giving in.

You smiled.

This was going to be fun.

The game had progressed and Jughead was down to just his boxers while you still had your underpants, jeans, bra, and shirt on. Jughead smiled when he saw that his cards outranked yours and you sighed, knowing you had lost that round.

“Alright then.” you said as you got up and pulled off your shirt, exposing your black bra. 

Jughead swallowed as he looked at you, his Adam’s apple bobbing. You smirked at him as you threw your shirt aside.

“Got a good look?” you teased.

Jughead’s face flushed red.

“I-I, uh-I—“ he began, but your giggling cut him off.

Despite having dated each other for a year, you couldn’t believe that you could still make Jughead Jones III speechless. It made you proud.

“I’m teasing you, Juggie.”

Jughead smiled shyly.

“Alright, next round.” You said as you started to gather up all the cards.

Jughead’s eyes widened.

“What? Again?” he asked.

You grinned.

“This is just getting interesting.” you said as you started to deal again.

Jughead sat back in his chair and sighed. He had one piece of clothing left. You had three. He needed to win.

Were you bluffing?

Jughead couldn’t tell. He looked for any sign you were lying about your cards, but you had the best poker face he had ever seen. He had also been successful so far, winning the last round which made you shed your jeans. Now the two of you were clad in your underwear, the next round either forcing Jughead to take his boxers off or forcing you to take off your bra.

Jughead smirked as he looked down at his cards. He was going to win.

“What do you have?” you asked the teen.

Jughead smiled cockily as he laid down his cards.

“Straight. In diamonds.” he smirked.

You clucked your tongue.

“You’re good, Juggie,” you said.

A cheshire grin spread onto your face.

“But… You’re just not good enough,” she said.

Your boyfriend’s smile fell from his face. You showed him your cards.

“A royal flush,” you stated as you threw your cards down on the table, leaning back in your chair.

“Now take it off.” you said cockily.

Jughead gulped as he got up, hooking his thumbs under the waistband. He was about to pull it down when your bedroom door opened, revealing Veronica.

“Hey, Y/N, your mom let me—whoa! Sorry!” she exclaimed, quickly covering her eyes.

You and Jughead sprung up, grabbing your crumpled up clothes and using them as covers for your bodies.

“I-It’s not what it looks like!” you said, beet red.

“Actually, it kinda is what it looks like.” Jughead mumbled as he butt in.

You scowled at him.

“I-I’m just going to leave. Yeah. Okay. I’m going to leave. Um, I’ll text you later, Y/N!” Veronica called as she speed walked out of the room.

When the front door closed signaling Veronica’s departure, you and Jughead started laughing hysterically.

“Her face!”

“Oh God, I feel so bad! We scarred her for life!”

The two of you continued laughing until your stomachs hurt and tears were leaking out of your eyes.

Jughead thought that maybe, just maybe, strip poker wasn’t so bad after all.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! Send me feedback!

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An Inattentive ADHD uni students guide to exam prep.

1. Organise yourself

Make lists, figure out what exams are happening when and how much study you need to do for each topic to cover the relevant material. Set reminders for studying, eating, grocery shopping, cooking, taking your meds. Keep to a schedule it’ll reduce the panic.

2. Sleep!

I cannot stress this enough, so I’m going to put it in capitals GET ENOUGH SLEEP! Sleep schedules people, start rearranging your schedule so you can be functional at 8am. However, if you have insomnia, look into getting your exams rearranged so it’s within your awake hours. Generally this can be accomplished by going to a counsellor or psychologist and contacting the school.

3. Actually study

Making lists and organising yourself is one thing but, knowing that our brains are going to want to screw with that is something to plan for. I use a reward system. I’ll arrange for a friend to come over and study with me and I’ll set myself a study goal to achieve before they get to mine. Sometimes I will have to do a lot of reading so I get myself some candy and will have a gummy bear once I finish a chapter. 

4. Remember that your life is not study

As much as study is important. Remember that you’re a human and you’re likely not going to gain anything by not bathing or eating properly or ignoring your partner. Try and take an hour out everyday to let yourself off the hook and do something fun and relaxing. 

5. Exercise.

Yah, I know… It’s the last thing I want to do but, seriously, try and do a bit every now and then. Stretching out after an hours worth of study will suffice for awhile…

6. Don’t caffeinate too much 

Caffeine actually does nothing for an ADHD brain. If you want to focus try and up the protein in your diet. It’s our secret focus food. If you want a dopamine rush i.e. get happy, have some carbs.

7. Don’t let panic put you in auto mode 

Auto mode, or as I call it procrastination/avoidance/failure mode is the worst. Panicking about exams is totally normal. It’s nerve wracking, don’t let it put you in a position to fail. You got this!

8. Make alternate exam arrangements   

My uni makes us do our exams in a massive sports hall with hundreds of other people. Which is HELL for someone with Inattentive ADHD. I have alternate arrangements now which puts me in a smaller room with one or two other people tops. It makes an amazing difference!

9. Do practice exams 

In order to not panic/procrastinate knowing what you’re getting into is key. Try and do a couple of practice exams with a friend or something and get them to mark it for you. It’ll calm your brain, trust me. 

10. Make appointments

Go and talk to your professors. Ask pointed questions about the exam. Try and have a practice exam completed before you go and see them and ask them to have a look over it. If you’ve done your study you should have a ton of questions and it’ll just help you to chill out closer to the exams. 

YOU CAN DO IT!

Originally posted by mythicalguardian

goingdown-swingin  asked:

HI HI!!!! So "Kiss the Baker" and "The Way To A Man's Heart is Through Chlamydia" and I didn't see a Baker!Cas tag... do you have any other fics where one of the boys is a Baker? Thanks for being rad ☺️

Dean Winchester loves his PIE! So ya know if Cas happened to be a baker, it can only result in good things. Check out our food tag, our shop au tag and the fics on this ask about chef/waiters. We added a few fics to this list where Cas or Dean is a Chef as well, because…reasons! Enjoy!

And some new recs:

Blood and Coffee series [T/NC-17, 15,700 word count] vampire!cas

(summary of first part) He stepped through the swinging door, brushing his hands on his apron, and taking the keys off the hook under the register. At first he didn’t see the man Kevin was talking about but then he appeared, melting out of the shadows of the early morning, and stepped up to the entrance. Dean gave him a quick once over and could immediately see why Kevin had been unnerved.
The guy was tall, not quite as tall as Dean but pretty close, with a slim build, messy dark hair and naturally tan skin. He was wearing a rumpled business suit (which Dean thought was odd since it was only six-thirty in the morning. Did the guy just not own an iron?) and a tan trench coat that seemed a little big on him, the sleeves falling almost to his fingertips. He had a handsome face, with sharp cheekbones, a defined jawline, and just the right amount of stubble. Honestly, Dean thought the guy was pretty hot except for one thing – he was a vampire.

Flan [T, 1,700 word count]

“The first time he pushes the door of the bakery, Dean messes up a whole batch of beignets.“ 
Dean falls for Castiel, who’s very much married, with a baby coming up. Except he’s not, really.

Hot Cross Buns [T, 4,000 word count]

Dean is a baker, Cas is cop. Cas wants Dean’s hot cross buns… or does he? 
(What the hell are summaries, don’t look at me.)

Never Trust a Skinny Baker’ Verse [T, 16,800 word count] deaf!cas

(summary of first part) Dean owns a bakery. Cas is a patron who can’t hear, and Dean happens to know sign language. This fic has all the tropes you know and love so get reading, fuckos.

For those interested, check out Kiss the Baker and The Way To A Man’s Heart is Through Chlamydia.

They Don’t Teach You This In SexEd-Joji Miller Imagine

“Joji/reader fic where reader loses her virginity with Joji in the heat of the moment despite making a promise that they would wait for a special occasion? All consensual of course.” -Anonymous

Never non consensual here anon! I refuse to write a detailed non consensual smut on this blog <3

Also Joji isn’t a virgin in this because i didn’t know if you meant that both of them were or just the reader :) Sorry if it’s not the way you wanted though

-Liv

WARNING: SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT (did i mention there’s smut)

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Send My Love (To Your New Lover) - Part 3

Part 1 Summary:  You come home to find that Baekhyun has been unfaithful, which you expected, but what no one expected is your reaction.

Part 2 Summary: You and Baekhyun have gone your separate ways, but it seems that Baekhyun has made the wrong choice. And now he’s Suffering™. 

Part 3 Summary: Will Baekhyun finally end up with the right person? Is he okay?? Is anyone okay???

So this was supposed to be a one shot, and as I said in Part 1, you can end it there. BUT if you need closure, here’s more to help satisfy your needs.

Tagging these honeys because *hearteu*:  @tousdae, @byunshim, @imbaekhyunstrash, and @kryloxen

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Coda

SPECIAL FEATURE ALERT: This is a reader-interactive fic, so in the box below, if you enter a name (yours or a character’s, for example), and click “submit”, it will swap out “Y/N” for that name. This feature does not work on dashboard/feed/mobile app unfortunately.

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Julie’s POV

Julie has never driven as fast as she does now, her foot never even touching the brakes until she sees the flashing of police car emergency lights in the distance. And even then she doesn’t so much slow as stop abruptly in front of the scene and dash out of her car.

The highway is fairly deserted now so Julie’s full attention is on the police cruiser parked next to the station wagon that’s pulled over. Three figures are standing over one huddled silhouette. Baekhyun.

Julie rushes over to them, identifying herself to the two cops before kneeling down before Baekhyun. “Hi baby,” she says gently as she searches for his hands beneath the shock blanket around him. “Are you okay?”

He looks up to smile at her, and it’s the most broken thing she’s even seen. “No.”  

No. But then, she knows this. Julie’s body goes on autopilot then, the way it always does when she’s in a stressful situation and she needs to act instead of feel. Sliding to her feet, she asks the cops and the presumable driver of the car, “What happened?”

The driver is an older man with a worn face, and he gestures to Baekhyun with concern. “I was driving home when I spotted his body sprawled on the side of the road, and I got real scared that someone had hit him or something.” The man shivers in a physical display of Julie’s internal horror. “So I stopped the car to check on him – and he was alive! Eyes open and everything. But he wasn’t all here, if you know what I mean.” The man leans in and says under his breath, “You might wanna check him for marijuana.”

“Okay, thank you, Mr. Daniels,” one of the cops, the one with the bald head, says. He ushers the old man back to his car while the other cop turns to Julie.

“Hi Julie, I’m Officer Richards, the guy you spoke to on the phone.” He has a calming voice, and Julie imagines that he must have to use that tone very often in his line of work. “The good news is that we did test Baekhyun for alcohol and drugs, and he’s clean. But he’s not off the hook yet. We think you should take him to a doctor because this kind of behavior, however infrequent, can have dangerous consequences if left unattended to.”

“I hear you, sir,” she replies hollowly. “Thank you for calling me. Can I take him home now?”

“You can. But please…” Richards gives her a warning look, “don’t let things get to the point of no return.”

They already have.

Julie nods and collects Baekhyun from where he sits, guiding him into the passenger seat of her car before returning the shock blanket to Officer Richards. She can’t meet his eyes as she hands it to him, and she can’t meet Baekhyun’s eyes when she gets into the driver’s seat. Not that he’s looking at her – he’s just staring blankly out the window with his hands wrapped around himself.

Julie says nothing as she drives them back to the apartment. She doesn’t ask him to explain how terrible his nightmares must be to drag him all the way to the highway. She doesn’t ask him about the phone calls. She doesn’t ask him about the tears that have begun gliding down his face – and she doesn’t bother wiping away her own. It’s only when she finally pulls into the parking lot and rolls to a stop in front of the building that she speaks.

“When did I become your emergency contact?” she asks, staring straight ahead. She already knows the answer but she needs to hear Baekhyun say it.

“When Y/N changed her number,” he answers.

The words hang in the air, confirming everything, and she nods, closing her eyes. The sun is high in the sky by now and its light pierces through the darkness of her eyelids, forcing them open. There is just no fighting something so undeniable. So inevitable.

Her last words to him are a whisper. “Goodbye, Baekhyun.”

At the edge of her vision, she sees his hand hover as if he’s going to reach out to her, touch her. Hold her with him. “Goodbye, Julie.” His voice is soft, and softer still, she feels the lightest brush of fingertips against her cheek. And then he’s gone.

She doesn’t watch him go. Instead, she pulls out her phone and dials the new number she’d just loaded into her contacts. “Hi,” she says when the call is picked up. “We need to talk.”


The café is bustling at its peak hour when Julie walks in. She’d stopped at her sister’s place on the way here to borrow some clothes and generally clean herself up, and now she tugs at her skirt nervously as she glances around the place. She’s never been here before, but it’s got a nice atmosphere – bluesy music in the background, framed pictures of coffee beans and steaming cups on the walls, chill-looking people on their laptops and chatting with one another at the tables.

It doesn’t seem like the kind of place where a fight would break out. And Julie needs that right now – because her eyes land on Y/N sitting at a corner booth, staring out the window.  

Her stomach roils as she forces herself over there. Abort. Abort. But she makes it to the table and plasters a polite smile on her face as Y/N looks up at her.

“Hey,” she says lamely.

“Hi, Julie,” Y/N nods. Her expression is carefully neutral, and Julie’s not sure if that’s better or worse than hostility. “Have a seat.”

“Okay.” She slides into the booth and looks down in surprise at the cup already sitting in front of her. “You…bought me a drink?”

Y/N shrugs. “Well, I had to buy something or we couldn’t stay here.” Julie observes the other girl for a moment, taking in her admittedly pretty face and tasteful clothing, the relaxed set of her shoulders and clear eyes. She’s put-together. Impervious. The kind of person Julie could either love or hate.

Right now, it’s easier to hate her.

“Thank you,” Julie finally says and takes a sip from the cup. And then she gags, sputtering, “Is this just used coffee grounds and water?”

Y/N smiles innocently, but for the briefest second, Julie sees real hurt surface on her face before being replaced by the original coolness.

Ah. So not as impervious as she’d thought. Somehow that makes her easier to like.

Julie sets the cup down and pushes it away, sighing. “I guess I had that one coming.”

“Good guess.”

“And speaking of which,” she continues, “I just want to say that I’m sorry for…everything.”

“No, you’re not.”

This catches Julie off guard. “What?”

“No, you’re not,” Y/N repeats. “You’re not sorry for everything, you’re sorry that things didn’t work out between you and Baekhyun.” She doesn’t say this pettily or angrily – her tone is matter-of-fact, as if she’s correcting a student. “And I’m sorry about that too because at the end of the day, I just want him to be happy.”

“Oh, come on,” Julie snorts. At Y/N’s raised brow, she adds, “No one is that selfless. I mean, you’ve got to hate me at least a little bit, right? You’ve got to resent the fact that he wanted to be with me too.”

“What do you want from me, Julie?” Y/N says tiredly. “You want to hear me say that I hate you? I did. There were days when I couldn’t make myself get out of bed and go to work. And the days that I did get up, I would sit in my car and scream myself hoarse because I couldn’t figure out what more I could have done to keep him. I hated him, I hated myself, and most of all, I hated you. Does that make you happy?”

“No,” Julie whispers.    

Y/N slouches forward and rubs her temples. “Me neither. So that’s why I had to stop – it was making me miserable, and…stupid as it is, I still do care about him. And when you care about someone, you wish them the best, right?”

“Right.” Julie straightens up a little in her seat and nods. “That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about.”

She glances up apprehensively. “What? Are the two of you getting engaged or something? I thought you weren’t together anymore, or did you just say that on the phone to get me here? Because you didn’t need to tell me this in person—”

“No, no, Y/N! Nothing like that. Just the opposite actually.”

“You’re…getting divorced.”

“Oh my god, will you just listen to me?” Julie groans, and Y/N bites her lip. “Baekhyun and I broke up, which you know because I called you and told you. But what you don’t know is why.”

“I just assumed it’s because he found out that you’re a lesbian.”

“Oh, was it that obvious?” Y/N cracks a smile and almost unwillingly, Julie does too. “No. The reason I asked you to meet me is because I want to ask you to consider giving Baekhyun a second chance.”

She blinks. Takes a breath. Pinches the bridge of her nose while she collects her thoughts and then says in a low voice, “Why?”

“Why…would I ask you to consider this?”

“Yes, that, and why should I consider it?” Y/N’s eyes are dark. “You realize that he cheated on me, yes? People don’t cheat when they’re happy in their relationship.”

“No,” Julie agrees slowly, “but they do cheat when they’re confused.”

“Is that what we’re calling it now – ‘confused’?”

“Look, I’m not trying to excuse his behavior here, or mine. And even if Baekhyun was confused, he was wrong to act on it instead of talking it out with you. But…”

“But?” Y/N prompts.

Julie forces the words out. “But he’s not confused anymore. He’s still in love with you, Y/N, maybe even more than he was before you left.” She’s surprised at how easy it is to admit this. Maybe it’s because she always knew, deep down, that Baekhyun was never truly hers  

Unexpectedly, tears fill Y/N’s eyes, and she quickly looks down at her hands as if she can hide them. “Don’t say that to me. Don’t lie. Just because you’re not right for him, it doesn’t mean that I am.” She impatiently scrubs her eyes with the back of her hand and adds, “I was just a safety net for him, and I’m done being that.” She looks to Julie then, pleading. “Just let me move on in peace.”

“I can’t!” Y/N jerks back at Julie’s intensity, but she keeps going. “I can’t. Don’t you get it? You’re not the safety net – you’re the fire. He was just afraid of falling, but he did. He fell so hard and now he’s consumed by you.”

She makes a face. “Cute analogy. Where’d you find that one, a Nora Roberts book?”

“Y/N.”

“Julie,” her mouth tugs up despite the hurt on her face, and she confesses wryly, “I do have a little pride, you know?”

“I know, and that’s why I’m here to ask you for this and not him.”

“Baekhyun asked you, the girl he cheated with, to come meet me, the girl he cheated on, to try and get me back?” she asks incredulously.

Julie considers lying and saying yes, but then she drops her shoulders in defeat. A relationship built – or rebuilt – on a lie never lasts. “No. He doesn’t know that I’m here.”

“Ah, see,” Y/N sits back with a sardonic smile. “Nothing has changed – except that you’re now in my boat too. Welcome aboard.”

“You’re a bit of a smartass, huh?” Julie marvels. “No wonder Baekhyun fell for you.”

“Smart ass? Maybe. Broken heart? Definitely. So, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to go let it heal now—”  

“Wait.” Y/N pauses in the middle of leaving the booth and looks down at Julie reluctantly, waiting for her to finish. “Fine. You don’t believe me when I say that he loves you and wants you back? Then hear it from him.”

“I don’t want to talk to him.”

“You don’t have to.” Julie reaches into her purse and pulls out a neatly folded paper. “Just listen,” she says as she stands too. Tucking the paper into Y/N’s shirt pocket, Julie offers her a small smile before clearing her throat and walking away.

It’ll probably be a while before she stops reflexively waking up at 5 AM.

Y/N’s POV – 7:00 PM

The office is quiet at this time of night, especially on a Sunday. You’re sitting at your desk, toying with your phone in one hand while your eyes read over the paper – the phone bill, for the hundredth time. Given to you by Julie back at the café.

Julie, Baekhyun’s other girl.

You hate to admit it, but she’s not the worst person you’ve ever met, and it surely must have taken some strength for her to meet with you, let alone advocate for Baekhyun’s heart.

Sighing through your teeth, you look around the office for more work to do, anything. Paperwork to finish or files to organize or meetings to schedule. But unfortunately, you have great time management skills, and all your work was completed on Friday. Damn. The phone feels heavy in your hand, weighted with expectation and uncertainty.

It had taken a lot of negotiating with your phone company, pleading, and even threats to find a new provider, before they’d agreed to let you temporarily access your old number’s voicemail box. Thankfully, the number had still been in quarantine or this definitely would have been an illegal transaction. And you’ll do a lot of things for Baekhyun, but breaking the law isn’t one of them. Probably.

There’s a knock on your door, and you glance up, smiling politely when you see your boss. “I’m heading home now, Y/N,” she says. “And you should too. You’ve been working way too hard lately, and it’s starting to show on your face.”

“These aren’t wrinkles, these are laugh lines,” you say, deadpan, and she chuckles.

“Okay, well, regardless, I’ll see you tomorrow. Have a good rest of your night.”

“You too.” Your attention has already returned to your phone before she even closes your door again. You’d come to the office so that you wouldn’t have to sit alone in your apartment when you heard Baekhyun’s voice – but you finally realize that it doesn’t matter where you are or who you’re surrounded by. This is going to hurt like hell either way.

“Fuck it,” you mutter, and you open your voicemail.

You have fifty-three new messages. And you listen to them all.

The early ones aren’t so bad. Or rather, you’ve braced yourself enough for them. A lot of apologies from Baekhyun, him tripping over his words as he tries to convey his regret for hurting you. But after a couple of weeks post-break-up, there’s a change in his words. Just as Julie had said. A sense of wanting, longing.

Y/N, comes his voice from the other end, as if this is just another one of your late-night calls with him. Am I despicable for wanting to be your happiness even now? After all I’ve done to you?

The rest of the messages seem to be as short as this one so you play them all.

I wrote a song for you and maybe one day, you’ll let me play it for you.

I can’t sleep anymore. No, I do sleep. I just can’t find rest.

There was a little girl at the grocery store today, and she had your exact smile and eyes. I want to hold your child, our child, in my arms just once. I want that for us some day.

You hear these out without too much trouble. It’s once you hit the second round of messages, the more recent ones, that things start getting rough.

Jagiya, he says raggedly into the receiver. You said not to call you ‘beloved’ if that’s not what you are, but…what else do I call the one who has my soul, the one I gave it to willingly? I see you everywhere. I keep smelling your perfume. It’s like you’re haunting me – you won’t leave me. But then when I look for you, I can’t find you.

You run a cold hand through your hair and skip to the next message.

In my nightmares, I find you, comes Baekhyun’s hushed voice. There’s a babbling sound in the background, like moving water. Where is he? It’s only a nightmare because I have to wake up. I just want to sleep forever. Life is so much more bearable when I only have to live it inside my head because that’s where you are.

“Oh god,” you whisper, anguish at his grief mixing with alarm at his words. How was it possible for him to feel all this and still come home to Julie at night? Maybe his love for her was different than what you’d perceived it to be – or at least now it is. You play the next message anxiously.

How is it that when you left, you took my life with you – but I am still here? Where have you gone?

You’ve found happiness. That’s all he says in this one, and you crinkle your brows. Happiness? What’s he referring to? You check the message date and see that he sent this one just yesterday. Yesterday…what were you doing yesterday? You were at the mall…with Alexander—

Alexander. You shake your head in disbelief. Was Baekhyun there, did he see the two of you? And more importantly, why did he assume that Alex and you were together? Because you’re not! God, he’s just your coworker, and not at all your type. You turn back to your phone in frustration and chew on your lip when you see that there’s just one message left. Taking a breath, you play it.

Please be happy, Y/N. If you are, then I will be too. And if I only get to say it one last time to you, I want to say that I love you. But you know that, don’t you? You know that.

You do know that.


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IF SOMEBODY HAD TOLD YOU...

Originally posted by jjks

anon said : I was the person who asked about requesting ealier but I just have time know to request so - a jungkook scenario where you or him are a waitress at a restaurant/cafe and flirts with the customer (you or jungkook) and then they wait for the place to close and walk you home and stuff?? if that makes sense??

Summary : Sure, you like the coffee at the cafe. But you like the barista working there even more…

Warnings : none

Word Count : 1k+  


Everyday for the past month Jungkook had been watching you. Not in a creepy way. At least, he hoped not in a creepy way…

It’s  just… for the last month you’d frequented the cafe he worked at nearly every day. It had started a rainy Thursday. You’d found shelter in the cafe, cursing yourself for not remembering an umbrella on a day you knew it was going to rain. Jungkook had noticed you standing there, droplets of rain slipping off of your coat and onto the floor and he’d made you a warm cup of tea. He wasn’t sure what kind you’d like, but he’d somehow correctly guessed your favorite tea.

Ever since that day, you’d gone back to the cafe as often as possible and Jungkook had taken note on how often you came in. In all honestly, he was trying the pluck up the courage to ask you on a date. Everyday he’d compliment you or laugh at some dumb joke you told or tell you a dumb joke of his own. The more he got to know you, the more he wished to ask you out.

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anonymous asked:

I think jmo at the con last week gave a glimpse Into the recent wardrobe decisions. She said all Emma had when first coming to SB where a handful of clothes and now shops regularly in snow's closet/80's style thrift shops. plus she said Emma incorporates hair style from memories like the WishAu!. I think the no makeup is a JMO personal thing..IRL she doesn't wear much anymore either.

Thanks, Wardrobe!Anon, but then JMo is doing the character of Emma Swan a massive disservice because on TV, costumes send powerful messages about character. Emma’s foray into white lacey button-up high-collar shirts is coded as sexual repression– I’m pretty sure that’s not what’s intended. (Even the expression “buttoned-up” is shorthand for repressed.)

Originally posted by lumadreamland

And you get a button! And YOU get a button!

These kind of shirts are wildly impractical for sherrif-ing or savior-ing: they limit your arm movements, they don’t handle sweat well, the lace is scratchy, and the itty-bitty fastenings take ages to put off and on. Not to mention it would take Hook forever to unbutton her one-handed. They’re the type of shirts worn by women who DON’T have to swing broadswords down main street.

Originally posted by onceland

That’s more like it!

In fact, if you want your wardrobe to say “open to love” you put the character in soft silks and cotton and open v-necks– open necks are a sign of vulnerability. You know, like Emma wore in S1:

Originally posted by onceuponadaily

Originally posted by fyesthesavior

This is sexy and functional and very Emma

Coupled with Emma’s lack of makeup, these white starched high-collared shirts put her firmly in the “beginning” section of the Repressed Schoolmarm Who Has a Sexual Awakening trope. The only reason IN A ROMANCE for someone to have their hair pulled up that severely is for her lover to take it down; the only reason for a woman to have buttons up to her neck is for her lover to rip off said buttons later in a moment of passion. 

Originally posted by onceuponadaily

*bow chicka wow– wait*

But “The Ravishment of Emma Swan” is not what we’re seeing, is it? On the contrary, the show goes out of its way to avoid any confirmation of consummation and has Hook hang back from Emma’s repeated invitations to come in for Netflix and chilling. The overall effect is weirdly re-virginizing. WHY?

Originally posted by miloventimglia

Freulein, defy your father and refuse to join the convent– your feelings must compel you!

Originally posted by glorianasjane

How could I give my heart to a man so blind to the concept of honor? 

And now Hook has to win Emma’s father’s approval AND Emma’s approval and regain his honor. This is now the story of a disgraced knight fighting for redemption through Brave Deeds and the woman waiting for her love to come home. Nothing wrong with this trope. I’m fine with this trope. I’ve read some lovely books on this trope … but S1-3 Emma WAS the brave knight! You can’t pull a switcheroo like this on the audience and not expect them to notice.

Originally posted by onceuponadaily

When will he return? My lost, lost love!

It looks like I’m pouring salt all over CS, but I’m not– if you put Emma in her S1 wardrobe and keep the dialogue exactly the same the scenes in Emma’s house this season take on an ENTIRELY different feel. You lose the “virginal schoolmarm waiting for daddy’s approval” aspect completely. The tonal mismatch is all on the makeup and wardrobe– which are changing the reading of Emma’s entire character in a way I don’t think the show runners intended.

CONCLUSION: Someone take the costume choices away from JMo because she’s changing the entire feel of the CS romance unintentionally into something rather Victorian– and it doesn’t scan with the Emma Swan we signed up for.

@marleyrose - prompt: “hey i got your package and opened it on accident and wow why did you order that??”

Moving in together was something that Alex had taken with stride. They moved into Alex’s apartment because it was nicer - then they moved into another apartment because it was bigger. 

And now they share a room, and bed, and a have a door that actually separates said bed form everything. And it’s all very domestic, and soft. And if Maggie and Alex weren’t so happy about it, they’d probably tease each other more on it.

But they had been dating a while now. 1 year, 6 months and 23 days to be exact. Not that she’s counting or anything. 

But she might have been. She might have been waiting since 9 months, 7 days, and 38 minutes into their relationship to find the perfect time to ask Maggie to marry her.

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Oh God. I’m Pregnant!?

Pairing: Dylan x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 1476

Author’s Note: This is the second part to Back Massages. I hope you guys like this because I have doubts. Thanks to @nothisisstiles for telling me to write this and @smutandahalf and @sarcasticallystilinski for looking at it for me! You guys da best!

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EXO as Rockstars

Minseok:

-80s rock and roll
-ripped shirts and badass tattoos
-hates when women assume he’s looking to hook up
-takes off his shirt at concerts and does encore
-amazing eyeliner skills
-guitarist and writer of the band

Junmyeon:

-60s rock and roll
-a gentle man with everyone
-very passionate about his career
-makes sure his band members are healthy
-“[name of city] I LOVE YOU!!”
-everyone’s fave member and knows it

Yixing:

-punk rock
-black skinny jeans and tank tops
-amazing vocals that don’t fit the edginess of the band
-very gentle in real life despite his serious looks at times
-“I want everybody with their hands up! c'mon c'mon i want to see everyone’s hands.”
-makes sure his fans are happy and even interacts with most on social media

Baekhyun:

-glam rock
-high boots and so much glitter
-eye liner forever and ever
-huge flirt with fans and interviewers
-wrote the song everyone remembers 30 years later
-the reason their band disbanded after several years

Jongdae:

-lead singer and face of band
-appreciates his members and makes sure they get spotlight
- “How are you feeling tonight [name of city]? I hope you’re feeling good cause this next song is for you.”
-his voice is so angelic fans cry
-ripped skinny black jeans, tank tops and chains
-matured so much from when his band started

Chanyeol:

-best selling band yet
-most liked member; main guitarist
-breaks guitars on stage for show
-has to have his snacks back stage or he freaks
-dragon tattoo on his back
-formed his own band after several years, that flopped bcos edm

Kyungsoo:

-bassist and backup singer
-starts jumping on stage while playing
-eyebrow piercing
-badass bass collection that can’t be touch by anyone
-very kind in person
-gives the warmest speeches when they win

Jongin:

-singer & guitar player
-deep songs written by him about past troubles
-denim and plaid are back in season thanks to him
-light screamo
-youngest band to achieve so much
-started off doing youtube covers

Sehun:

-drummer
-pop rock
-snapchats when band goes on tours
-takes off shirt at start of concert & flaunts his beauty
-lip piercing and ear bridge; meaningful tattoos that likes to show off
-dating a model that is the exact opposite of him