the rest of his design is great!!

HOWDY HO YA’LL IT IS TIME FOR ANOTHER ROUND OF ‘LISTEN TO VAL BECAUSE I HAVE IMPORTANT SHIT TO TELL YOU’ BEAUTY AND THE BEAST LIVE ACTION VERSION

  • the costume designs in this movie    I    c a n n o t      b e l i e v e
  • the set design too, holy shit
  • this beast ain’t gonna take your shakespeare bullshit here take the whole fuckin’ library and then you come talk to me about romances this is unbelievable
  • I don’t give a fuck I will fight everybody about Le Fou
  • I’ll punch a wasp I don’t give a fuck
  • Belle can sing ya’ll— like I don’t know if the design firm behind the trailers just autotuned the fuck out of the audio they were given but she sounds great
  • okay I’m sorry I work in the CGI field and half of this movie was just me freaking out about the rendering of the beast’s fur and his expressions, they did so great, holy shit, ugh, I was so impressed I’m fucking mad about it
  • seriously dan stevens was physically in this movie for maybe three minutes and the rest of it was face/motion capture and he just shines throughout the whole goddamn thing
  • belle whacks multiple people with sticks, it was good times
  • HER YELLOW DRESS WAS SO AMAZING YA’LL YOU HAD YOUR DOUBTS BUT I AM TELLING YOU THAT SHIT WAS GORGEOUS
  • Le Fou, again, I’mma fight people
  • adlkjflkjdg I DON’T WANT TO GET TOO SPOILERY BUT THE GROWL????? THE G R O W L???????
  • AUDRA MCDONALD????? WHY YOU GOTTA GO SO HARD??????
  • Stanley Tucci was in this movie? Like holy fuck?
  • Gaston????? Like holy shit????? He wasn’t so bad in the beginning but as the movie went on he just got creepier and creepier and creepier?????
  • Is it just me or were there a shit ton of interracial couples in this movie? I counted at least five, I think? I KNOW THAT IS SUCH A LOW BAR TO SET BUT I WAS HAPPY TO SEE IT IN A HUGE ASS DISNEY FILM
  • FUCKING LE FOU’S LINE IN KILL THE BEAST ‘Marching off to battle, yet I fear the wrong monsters have been released’
  • LIKE WHAT THE FUCK?????
  • WHY YOU GOTTA MAKE ME FEEL FOR A MINOR CHARACTER LIKE THIS, DISNEY
  • “some of them are in greek.”
  • “was— was that a joke? are you joking now?”
Telephone (Ethan x FemReader) fluff

Originally posted by dork-iplier

(( gif not mine ))

(A/n): So just a while back I said that I would write an Ethan story SO HERE I actually did it be proud of me

Summary: You have some nieces and nephews in the family so you ask Markimoo, Tyler and blue boy to help you babysit. Mark and Tyler turn out to not be the only ones that think you and Ethan should date.

Warnings: I think I swore ?? but also TICKLING

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You were pretty excited about this actually. Your sibling had asked you to take care of their three kids for the day while they were out with their spouse. Of course, you obliged. You really liked their kids, but thought babysitting to be more of a chore.

For one person, three kids was a lot. So, you went and enlisted help from your band of friends. You knew for sure that they would love the kids instantly.

Traveling from your flat to Mark’s wasn’t a hassle. After two brisk knocks on the boys’ front door, Mark himself opened it with a large grin.

“Evening~!” He purred “Tyler is in the living room with every toy imaginable, go steal them from him!”

The three children giggled and pushed past him, calling a chorus of ‘hello’s.

You yourself couldn’t help but laugh, stepping up to the doorway gingerly.

“Thanks for doing this.” you said to Mark “It’s only for one night, but I didn’t think I could handle it by myself; sorry if it was sudden when I calle–”

“(Y/n),” Mark chuckled. He rested a hand on the small of your back and nudged you inside so he could close the door “It’s totally fine. I planned everything. They’re all sharing a room upstairs.”

You sighed and beamed up at him “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” he smiled back.

Giggly screams broke through your conversation. The both of you turned to the sound and walked toward it; past the living room entrance.

Their stood, by the far back wall, Tyler. One kid hanging from his left bicep, one tied around his calf and the other Ethan was about to crown Tyler’s shoulders with.

They all froze to look at the two of you.

“What even?” you chuckled walking around to reach out for the one hanging from his arm.

Grabbing her sides, you lifted her high and set her down quickly, tickling her ribs. She screamed in delight.

“DOES THIS MEAN TICKLE WAR?” Mark called in a silly tone.

“IT DOES.” Tyler confirmed.

The two men snatched up the other two children. Mark taking the one from Ethan. Everyone began to laugh as tickling ensued.

“This– this isn’t fair- no!” the small girl breathed “Teams! T-Teams!” she hollered.

You smiled and released her, sitting back on your knees. “Alright,” you offered “Pick your teams.”

“Well,” she stood.

Her small frame was proud and determined to win this battle.

“Myself Prim,” she gestured to herself  “and Dane,” then to one small boy “Connie,” the other boy “and Ethwan.”

“And Ethan.” you laughed.

Getting up, you looked to the mentioned blue boy and commented “You have a team of warriors.”

“Of course I do!” he cheered “We are going to win!”

❆   ❆   ❆

Everyone got onto their respective sides.

Yourself, Tyler and Mark on the left side of the lounge with Ethan, Prim, Dane and Connie on the opposing side.

“Alright men,” you began “I’ll take out Ethan, their biggest threat. Tyler, you take Dane and Connie. Mark, you get Prim.”

“Roger.” the two said in unison.

“But, watch for Connie, soldiers.” you forewarned “He’s a wild card.”

“Copy that.”

You three broke apart and got into dramatic positions. The children giggled.

“No!” Ethan cried “Don’t let them distract you!”

“Guns ready! Three, two, one! GO!” Tyler cheered.

The seven of you broke loose. Anarchy rained and childish giggles laced the joyful air. Mark was quick to be taken down by both Prim and Dane. Tyler went to the aid of his fallen comrade but was soon after jumped by Connie.

You laughed hysterically, forgetting your assigned task.

“Mark, no!” you whailed.

Though, the sadness was short lived when two arms snaked their way under your own. You gasped in surprise.

“I got her! I got her!” Ethan chuckled. His hands went to work on manipulating your sides. You body betrayed you in letting a laugh bubble through your throat.

“God NO!” You began to screech with laughter in joyus bursts.

You couldn’t really run away, so instead you dropped to your knees, hoping to leave Ethan’s grip. But he only dropped with you, encircling his arms around your torso to lessen your movement.

“E-E-Ethan! Hav-hahah-have merccc-c-cy!” you whined, laughing intensified.

“Give in (Y/n),” you heard Tyler chuckle “their power is unmatchable.”

“I givv-v-ve up!” you cried.

Ethan laughed and let you go, leaving you to catch some needed breath.

❆   ❆   ❆

Once the war was won, you all resorted to playing with the toy’s instead.

One toy in particular you thought was quite cute; an old fashioned toy phone. The one with the spin dial and the coil cord.

“Ah jee, doesn’t this bring memories.” You said to Ethan. He was standing next to you as you picked it up.

“Holy shit, that sure does.” he laughed “I used to have one, it was green.”

You smiled at the faded blue toy “But where’s the phone?”

“Sh!” Dane suddenly snapped “I’m on a call!”

You shook your head silently and looked up to Ethan. He grinned and shrugged.

At once you began to feel a tugging on your legs.

Both you and the blue haired boy looked down.

It was Dane wrapping the phone coil around both of you. He started to chat happily.

“Ethan and (Y/n) sittin’ in a tree!”

Soon both Tyler and Mark had joined in. Followed by a laughing Connie and a smiling Prim.

“K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” the group chorused “First comes love! Then comes marriage! Then comes a baby in the baby carriage!”

The coil bounded you and the youtuber together at the knees, hips and waist. You were physically pressed to each other.

Ethan’s face began to show a great contrast with his hair when it flushed red. Yours following suit.

“Mark, why are their faces red?” Connie whispered.

“Because they are in love.” Mark replied, beaming at the sight. Tyler let loose a hearty laugh when he heard Mark’s declaration.

❆   ❆   ❆

The rest of the evening was filled with many, many laughs and plenty of childish embarrassment. Though, the two of you did get freed eventually, the teasing did not let up. But, sooner or later, it drew close to bedtime.

You gently scooped up Connie and Dane once they began to yawn. Ethan picking up Prim.

“Time for the sleeps, kiddos’.” you lulled softly.

“Mark and I are going to clean this up,” Tyler smiled to you, gesturing to the cluster of throw about toys. You nodded to him quietly.

Gaining your way up the stairs, you reached the kids’ designated bedroom and placed both Dane and Connie in their beds. They both offered you hushed goodnights.

Ethan went to do the same, finding the small girl asleep in his arms. He was careful when resting her upon the covers, layering her in a fluffy down duvet.

“Awe,” you hummed “What a great dad you’d be.”

Though it was said in a joking matter, you had still meant it.

“Wouldn’t I though.” he beamed.

“Of course.” you agreed, walking to the door, stopping to let Ethan out before you.

He closed to door softly behind him.

“I’m sure I could master raising any amount of kids with one hand,” he joked.

You looked at him and chuckled.

“as long as you are holding the other one.”

You froze for a moment, your gaze raking his features. He simply smiled and leant forward.

Ethan’s lips meant yours in a calm, gentle kiss. You described it was warm, and firm.

Kissing him back was charming, you went and tied you arms around his neck, with his resting on your hips.

“So I expected you to put the kids to bed, not make some more.” Mark suddenly coughed.

Ethan and you were fast to break apart, the youtuber’s gaze collapsing awkwardly.

“Cooties…” Mark mumbled, retreating back down stairs.

You couldn’t help yourself when another placid smile captured your face. Babysitting sure wasn’t fun without friends.

_____

(A/n): THIS COULD HAVE BEEN WORSE I AM IMPRESSED

anonymous asked:

I don't get how Mads is so lean everywhere but his belly is super chubby, it's not like he doesn't exercise constantly. It's like he put on so much weight for Pusher 2 and never lost it, he was skinny before that.

MY FRIEND this question has haunted me for three years. Before I knew Mads Mikkelsen‘s chubby tum, I knew peace. Now there is only confusion, Adidas jackets, and inconvenient arousal.

Like look at this shit, look at this former professional dancer and twice-knight who, against all odds, has a soft squishy belly. It’s like Odin designed a man specifically to haunt my dreams and never let me rest.

Look at this wiry and muscular, yet still chubby, asshole, just eating his cereal as though it’s NOT supposed to keep me up all night. THE NERVE.

Look at him with his jammied-up potbelly explaining how he’s inserted himself into all of our brains and how it’s all over: he’s won.

Look how even THE GREAT LAWRENCE FISHBURNE can’t resist fondling that love handle.

That’s right, take a deep breath, take a bow. I give up. You win. Take your tum and go straight back to Denmark where you belong.

Ponder had long been struck by the fact that the Librarian, an ape – at least generally an ape, although this evening he seemed to have settled on being a small table set with a red-furred tea service – was, well, so human shaped. In fact, so many things were pretty much the same shape. Nearly everything you met was really a sort of complicated tube with two eyes and four arms or legs or wings. Oh, or they were fish. Or insects. All right, spiders as well. And a few odd things like starfish and whelks. But still there was a remarkably unimaginative range of designs. Where were the six-armed, six-eyed monkeys pinwheeling through the jungle canopy?
Oh, yes, octopussies too, but that was the point, they were really only a kind of underwater spider…
Ponder had poked around among the University’s more or less abandoned Museum of Quite Unusual Things, and noticed something rather odd. Whoever had designed the skeletons of creatures had even less imagination than whoever had done the outsides. At least the outside-designer had tried a few novelties in the spots, wool and stripes department, but the bone-builder had generally just put a skull on a ribcage, shoved a pelvis in further along, stuck on some arms and legs and had the rest of the day off. Some ribcages were longer, some legs were shorter, some hands became wings, but they all seemed to be based on one design, one size stretched or shrunk to fit all.
Not to his very great surprise, Ponder seemed to be the only one around who found this at all interesting. He’d point out to people that fish were amazingly fish-shaped, and they’d look at him as if he’d gone mad.

– on the design of the disc’s fauna | Terry Pratchett, The Last Continent

6

Dabb vs cars

Surprisingly, not the next round in my ongoing, bitter feud about his continuity problems. A “I come in peace” study on parking.

I watched 10x09 today and I did the usual OTP “aw they’re so far apart” sad heart feeling at the shot of them all outside Sharkey’s.

No, not Dean n Cas.

The Impala and Pimpmobile.

Anyway it got me thinking about in that moment it represented pretty well how Dean and Cas were doing with each other. Of course there isn’t room to park beside Cas’s car, so Dean goes and parks on the other side of the door, leaving this big gap between them, bigger because there’s a parking mark thingy Cas is about to trip over before the shot abruptly ends. (I hope Misha was okay.) The cars have a clear line of sight to each other, but there’s just something so unutterably sad about there being no way for them to park side by side, per Cas’s parking, and Dean putting that extra space between them. (Also so they can go in the door… I’d say unobstructed but the longer I watch the gif the more I become convinced there’s footage out there of Misha ruining the impression of Cas’s reserved dignity…)

In the context of season 10, where Destiel was at right then was the first time they’d seen each other since 10x03, when Dean cleared his bed for Cas like, thanks for saving me from myself pls make yourself comfy, and Cas freaked out and gabbled some stuff about work and Hannah and such and told Dean to rest up, then fled the scene. Dean is pissed off Cas called for help over trying to deal with Claire (and it kind of looks like making excuses of busywork to not come home, when you flee with an apparently important mission and it turns out you’re wandering around trying to earn back brownie points with your vessel’s daughter, having randomly and abruptly swapped onto a personal mission without telling Dean a word of it) and in general the car placement amused me by seeming to echo how they were doing.

Being me, obviously thinking about that made me start thinking about Dabb, cars, and his old Carver era patterns. He got the one per season (two if we were lucky) Deep Emotional DeanCas Talk, to give us a real, solid moment to show how they were truly doing. 8x08, 9x10, 9x22, 10x09, and 11x10 spring to mind though obviously in other episodes he wrote with them they also still shared some pretty epic emotional moments or there were other strong Destiel things. However he is the one who gave us Cas’s original car, and two of these instances are directly before the Big Talk to tide things over and give us the emotional background for later. I figured some thoughts about some notable Dabb car stuff would be a nice thing to do. After my amused nostalgia run through Carver era moments, I’ve included Dabb era in general and picked out some other moments.

9x10 is the start of all this, once Cas finally gets some wheels of his own. The most interesting set piece barely involves any driving, but is the first time the Impala and Continental are parked beside each other. Like, RIGHT beside. Like, Dean n Cas should be this close to each other all the time. Cas’s car is a step ahead (I mean, I assume so he could get out the door). All episode Dean n Cas are a beautiful emotionally supportive unit, but Dean can’t cope with this, and so he gets in his car and leaves, pulling away from the closeness he’s offered from his family, the thing with the cars being exactly what he did when he walked away from them on the bridge too. I mean, that’s fairly obvious, I’m just amused after I went back to look, HOW closely the two cars were parked, like they wanted Cas’s car in that shot, next to Dean’s, and they’d force the most unrealistic parking job ever when there’s all that unused space around them, to get all the random details into the shot they needed. As a bonus, Dean had to have been the one to park the Impala so close blocking Cas’s car in. Unconscious desire to be so close to him and to keep him? He’s still recovering from asking him to leave.

(I know the Impala and Continental shared space in several end of season 9 episodes but not 9x22 as far as I recall in the earlier parts, and the Worst Dabb Vs Cars Fuckery Of Them All occurs in the final driving moment of that episode, just putting Cas IN the Impala for the drive home despite the fact his car ends up the Bunker at the start of 9x23… That’s a symbolic gesture of what he was trying to convey in the moment of Cas sitting in the back of the car but for the sake of talking about how they park together, useless. I feel like in 9x18 it’s just a reminder Cas HAS the car, and the show doesn’t do anything useful with it to represent Cas…)

Onto 11x10, and honestly my favourite of Dabb’s Dean n Cas chatting scenes because it’s technically pretty superfluous except for the fact he really really wanted a final DeanCas chat before Cas got Casifered, and so he made one heck of a driving continuity snarl to wrangle it. Obviously Cas followed Dean’s longing to his spot because how else… Anyway, he parks a long long way off. In season 11 he’s feeling very distanced from Dean by his anxiety and trauma. This is the epitome of the “I came as soon as you called” behaviour, with Cas dropping everything to come help Dean, and romantic blurring into focus walk aside, the long shot shows us beautifully that Cas is hesitant to approach, and maintaining the distance with Dean. After all the season 10 and early 11 drama between them, including several rounds of mind controlled punch ups, they’re fragile and miserable, and Cas’s last interaction with Dean on screen was an angry and frustrating one. Cas himself bridges the distance betwen them but his car waiting off in the background suggests his reservations, and the rest of the episode spells out everything, before he chooses to do something he thinks will help move their cars closer, as it were.

Entering Dabb era proper, in 12x02 we see Cas’s new truck (still with hay) and Dean pulling up to it. Obviously they’ve got their mission to save Sam, the jokes about Mary being brought along to chaperone their date, etc. But since the car conversation in 11x23 the ball has been in Dean’s court to approach Cas, and I would assume the mythical instance of mixtape giving is somewhere between 12x01 and 12x19; the point is, here, as the first 2 episodes of season 12 in general showed (and Dean in 12x22 confirmed talking about how happy he was to have Cas and Mary back in the same breath), Dean approaches Cas, parking right behind his truck, as a symbol of the confidence and comfort they have now. They work great as a team in this part of the season, although Cas has been standing around by his lonely parked truck waiting for most of the episode up to that point, and is forced to continue standing by the truck for most of the rest of the episode.

12x12 Cas is still in the “I’ll just wait here then” mode, hanging out at their designated meeting place as Sam, Dean, Mary and Wally arrive in a convoy and park on the other side of this parking lot, so he has to come to join them (Dean rotating on the spot as he does so… heh, I love that moment.) By the middle of season 12 Cas has run away to find Lucifer, echoing 10x03’s parting, and also killed for them and invited cosmic consequences, and in 12x10 given a firm well-communicated emotional talk to help him feel included and loved, and yet he also leaves to search for Kelly some more, echoing other times he’s gone off to do a side project and been very much on the outside. Once again he’s waiting for them to catch up, and Dean seems to breeze by him - and there’s so many other people with them (and part of why he left in 12x03 was to give Sam and Dean space with Mary, exclusing himself from the family). In the diner scene Cas has the whole waitress thing to deal with, with Dean acting up around so many people with conflicting needs to perform. Cas has been waiting for an incredibly long time, but if you ever needed a more firm “the ball is in your court” it’s the “I love you” at the end of the episode.

12x19 also has a important “where the cars are placed” sequence, which you could really do with a whole gifset of, but of course the Impala is there because Kelly stole it, and it’s been left off to the side by them; likewise Sam and Dean are left to the side by them as they drive off. Sam and Dean placed the truck before they did that and took it back (and all the stuff about Cas and Dean and fixing the truck in the episode is a whole ‘nother thing)… From this angle it looks ominously like the park in which Dean found Mary, with the lights behind the trees going on - of course night has just fallen rather than the sun coming up, and Cas is driving away from the light. As Dean walked Mary into their lives, newly resurrected, Cas drives out of their lives >.> Between all the stealing cars and rushing into save Cas, the gap between them as they’re parked is obvious and as a result of the circumstances. They’re apart because there’s too much going on, Kelly made off with Cas in the car, and Sam and Dean were helpless chasing after them. The distance and swapping around of cars and using them as part of the chaos is very effective. Cas calmly takes possesion of his truck again, freshly fixed by Dean, but drives off with Kelly. In 12x23 they steal some stock Destiel phrases to exchange, and it’s touching the truck which opens the rift. I had a nose around the outdoors scenes and couldn’t spot Cas’s truck and the Impala even on the same side of the building, and honestly am kind of confused about where the truck went. Not, as I said, that I’m trying to continue the feud with this post. But I mean.

*clears throat*

I’m just saying he ruined the continuity in 12x01 for 12x02 by doing the exact same thing as 9x22 by just not using Cas’s truck when it would make sense to take as many vehicles as they can get their hands on so they could split up… Obviously all the many set pieces to do with cars worked best/could only work if there was just the Impala but it’s all style over function again… So in 12x02 to let Cas split up to help they add an extra day to let him get the truck so he can follow leads and do the legwork, and Mary and Dean end up back at the Bunker, immediately falling back into old static patterns when it would have made so much sense to just have them in a motel NEARBY instead of abandoning their hot trail on finding Sam so Mary could shower… He handed them that excuse on a platter and killed the urgency and Dean n Cas were split up all episode when they could have been at least local-ish to each other and maybe had that phonecall in person and and and… shh Lizzy

Flashing Lights (part 2) - Benedict x reader

A/N: I’m sorry this took a while, but I had two of my wisdom teeth extracted like two days ago, so you can imagine the mess that I am right now…
I wasn’t planning on writing this second part, but a friend asked for some intense riding smut, so here I am. lol.
To @thestrawberryblondehobbitbatch who sent this lovely request my way, I hope you don’t mind but I’m planning on writing that as a part three, so sit tight because it’s coming!
Also, if any of you want to be tagged in the next part, do send me an ask and I’d be glad to add you!

Word count: 2481
Warnings: smut

[Part 1] - [Part 3]

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Oath [Draco x Reader]

Originally posted by dramione-feltson-forever


Request:  25 and 30 For Draco?

25: “You can have me, or you can have him/her/them”

30: “I-I promise”

Word count:948

A/N: hope you enjoy this because i had a lot of fun writing this!!! angst with draco is my favorite thing to write!

There was only one way to say it. Despite his brat like behavior and how cruel he was, you saw good in Draco and even, though you never would admit, are head-over-heels for the boy. He had never been particularly nasty to you either so you just let your little crush be. 

You snuck glances at him during classes both of you shared, in the halls, and also at dinner. The little sketch book you kept in your nightstand contained his name written in your prettiest handwriting, surrounded by a heart. Yes, it was a little cliche but it was a crush. Or at least it was until Draco caught you staring at him more than once and he would smile towards you. Other times you caught him staring at you! And how that made you heart so happy.

Soon, you and Draco started meeting up in the library when he actually asked for some help with Potions. You agreed immediately. That evening, you spent your time with him laughing, chairs side by side, him telling you stories he thought funny. He was a whole new person for you. 

And so you told him, about your little crush on him. He didn’t respond immediately or at all until you stood up to leave. But before you could, he grabbed your sleeve and pulled you back down to his level. Then he muttered something about think you were cute, and kissed your cheek, then escorted you back to your designated common room. 

Down in the great hall the next morning, you caught him snogging with Pansy Parkinson. And it hurt, it hurt watching him kiss her after you admit your feelings. 

So you made it your mission to ignore him for the rest of your years at Hogwarts.


You arrived a little earlier to your last class earlier than usual, at the end of a long week. Which also meant being the first one there and getting to choose your seat. Since the class was Astronomy and your grades were flawless, you took a seat more towards the back, at a table for two. You hoped your friend, Luna, would be your partner and fill the empty seat next to you.

But as fate would have it, your wish didn’t come true. Instead, that beautiful, blonde-haired slytherin boy, Draco Malfoy, took the seat adjacent to you. You would have changed to another table if Madam Sinistra hadn’t slammed the door signalling classed had begun. You spotted Luna and her fellow Ravenclaw, Cho Chang, about three table away from you.

“Hello, (Y/L/N),” Draco said smugly, leaning back in his chair as he looked over to you.

“Draco,” you nodded and pulled out your book for class. From the corner of his eye, you could see the smirk at the corner of his lips, he was trying to work you up.

The period went by with nothing else conversation wise. But he did try to talk with you on multiple occasions, going as far to scoot his chair close to yours and place his hand on your upper thigh. So you did like any lady should, slap his hand away.

And silence remained until after class.


It wasn’t until after dinner till Draco approached you again.

He found you sketching the moon, swinging in a bench by the lake. Your hair waving slightly from the breeze the lake caused and from where he was walking, he could see the discomfort he had caused. 

“(Y/N),” he called. You looked up and began to put all of your drawing materials away quickly so that you could make a run for it.Sadly he caught you before you even left the bench.

“(Y/N), you’ve been ignoring me since our little session in the library. You haven’t snuck at me in days. What is wrong?”

“Draco, please, just leave me alone,” you stood up, trying to make haste to leave. 

“No,” he snagged your bag full of drawing materials away from you.

“Draco, please give that back and leave me be,” you attempted to argue.

“No,” he spoke again, “ tell what is going on.”

“What’s going on?!? Why do you care! Just go back to Crabbe and Goyle and- and Pansy!”

“Pansy? Why would I want to be around her?!?”

“I don’t know , maybe to go make out with her like you did earlier this week.”

“You saw that?”

“Of course I saw that! You can’ttel someone you like them and go snog on someone else.”

“(Y/N), it was a dare!”

“Bullshit!”

“You’re over reacting it was just a kiss”

“Just a kiss?!? Draco, I wouldn’t be upset but I’ve seen you two kiss on multiple occasions and that’s not okay if anything was between us!”

“Well, your not my girlfriend. I don’t understand why you’re acting so jealous.”

“You don’t under- goddammit, Malofy!I’m jealous because I LOVE YOU and I admitted that to you! And you go kiss someone else, when you should have been kissing me! I’m the one you come to when you need to talk because no one else knows that actual you, not HER!” You huffed out and pulled your bag back, “You can haver me, or you can have her!”

With that, your shoulders dropped and you began to walk away.

“You,”you heard a small voice come from behind you.

“What?”

“It’s you, I choose you.”

That’s all you need to here to turn around and drop your bag, embracing the blonde boy in a hug. Your nose nuzzling against his neck.

“Do you promise not to hook up with ever?” You pulled away, looking him in the eye. He just nodded at me, “take an oath.”

“I-I promise.”

The Woodcarver’s Magic

The isolation of village life suited the woodcarver. Whirring in tune and whittling with intricate choreography, timber of the forest sang under the guidance of his enchanted hands. In a small hut just large enough to house his great works, he created arrivals and departures, gates and exoduses. Doors of all possibilities were fashioned in that sacred place.

His refusal to take on more than one order at a time was either genius marketing or eccentricity. He spoke with each customer personally and shook their hand, often holding it for longer than was socially polite. Some said he was a palm reader of sorts, and knew what style of door to make for each person based on the way their hand fit in his.

The cost was exorbitant. But workmanship this exquisite and rare was worth it for those of means. Which meant that for some, it was only a status symbol used to flaunt their wealth. For them, the woodcarver often created the simplest of doors. A hint, perhaps, but they generally didn’t comprehend. For others, the door they wanted was a way to close off—to hide. So the carver built them an escape route.  And for a rather small minority, the carver crafted a portal. Where it would lead, was up to them.

Which of those character types applied to the woodcarver’s latest customer was yet to be seen.

The aperture in the third corridor off the main hall was unique. Occasionally, the lord thought the builder of his home had deliberately made this particular opening off kilter just to toy with him. The dimensions were slightly off from the rest of the structures in this wing or any other and necessitated a custom closure. The lord spent many hours searching for the one who could satisfy the particulars of this opening until he heard of the artist in the forest.

The carver’s door fit the open space perfectly. Not a breath could pass between hinge and wood. It was smooth and silent, keeping the room beyond separate from the rest of the great house. Visitors to the lord’s home might think a great secret was beyond the solidity of wood. In truth, the lord just wanted an imposing entrance so as to dissuade the sometimes unruly staff and meddlesome guests from tinkering with his ivory instrument. His plan worked. Wary of enchantments, the staff walked on the other side of the hallway, as far from the door as they could get.

Except for the girl. His ward was often impertinent and did as she pleased.

When she thought no one was looking, she would trace the elaborate design with her fingers, over and over again, an expression of concentrated curiosity beautifying her ever-present grin into a wondrous smile.

The staff thought it strange. She was strange and they called her nosy. She preferred the term inquisitive. Nevertheless, the lord indulged and gave her free reign of his house. She explored unencumbered. But this room, she did not enter. This door, she did not pass through. She seemed content to search its secrets with her palms, as though she were blind.

Perhaps she had been. For a while. So now, she observed with her other senses. Weighed and measured her thoughts. And she felt with her mind as well as her heart. Perceiving more than was visible, her previous volatility was somewhat subdued and the staff couldn’t quite figure her out.

The lord had taken her with him when he met the woodcarver and the artisan shook her hand as well as the lord’s. While their fingers touched, he asked if she knew where the lord desired to put the door. A squeeze of his fingers was her response.

Her knowledge came from hearing. Beyond the door, the expansive room held only a piano. A grand one, to be sure, but that was all. And only the lord was allowed to play.

When the lord was at the keys, she would sometimes sit in the hall. Other times, she would lie down, dreaming. But, usually, she would dance, occasionally touching the design.

The lord on one side of the enchanted door, the girl on the other. Harmony.

~ LKT

anonymous asked:

Top 10 sentai suits design.

This one is one I’ve been thinking about for a while since I got it in my inbox. There are a lot of possible answers to this but I wanted to hold off until I caught up on some others and give it a bit of thought. Now that I’ve had the time, here we go!

10. Ryu Commander from Uchuu Sentai Kyuranger

This is going to be the most recent entry on the list and places this low because of that.  That said, I love this look.  I have always been a sucker for the long coat look on tokusatsu heroes going back to at least Shinken Red’s Super Mode and Kamen Rider Wizard, both designs I adore.

When you add violet, which is my favorite recent edition color, to the mix, you have a suit that REALLY hits my sweet spots for awesomeness. Plus, you make it dragon-themed and that just pushes it over the line to being one of the ten best ever.

9. Dragon Ranger from Kyoryu Sentai Zyuranger

Sticking with Dragons and extra Rangers for a moment I can’t let Burai’s hero outfit go by without adding it to the list.  He started the trend of taking the look of the original heroic suits and adding to them (in his case the chest protector and added gold bands) to the design to make the sixth hero’s outfit something really special. His is also just a great take on the general Zyuranger costume theme and his shade of green is particularly appealing to the eyes, vibrant and rich but not pastel or too dark.

8. Starninger from Shuriken Sentai Ninninger

I am not the biggest fan of the series Shuriken Sentai Ninninger but I am a fan of Starninger, especially his ridiculous outfit.  This may be because I live in Texas and am an American and Starninger’s cowboy rock star outfit is exactly what I expect the rest of the world to think of when they come up with a Texan hero.  Built in cowboy hat?  Check!  Lone Star faceplate? Check! Faux fringe on the faux poncho?  Check and check!  I also love the balance between gold, blue black and red with the gold being primary and everything else used as accent.  It’s a great look and I can’t help but love it!

7. Heart Queen from J.A.K.Q. Dengekitai

One design element of Sentai costumes I don’t think gets used enough are capes.  I love them but more about that later.  Of call the old-school pink heroines, I think Heart Queen has the best costume.  I love the sash across the shoulder to the hip that meets up with her belt, I love the yellow cape that gives a nice color contrast with the rest of her costume, I love the heart-emblem faceplate on the helmet and I really love the four colored triangles on the shoulder.  Each one represents a member of the team and functions as an anchor point for the cape.  Love that design element and I love designs that run diagonally across like that sash/utility harness.

6. Kyoryu Violet 2 from Zyuden Sentai Kyoryuger

Two of my personal favorite design elements come into play here, the across the chest diagonal design and the color violet.  I really like the Kyoryuger costume designs and somehow, I like the new ones from the South Korean/Japanese co-production Power Rangers Dino Force Brave/Zyuden Sentai Kyoryuger Brave even more with their addition of white accents for the helmets and areas on the uniforms.  However, none of those are violet so I ruled them out. This is a nice design and I really like the helmet with the dinosaur teeth and raised areas for eyes plus the little fins on the lower side to suggest the flippers of a plesiosaur.  That little armored shoulder bit suggesting a dinosaur eye just completes the look

5. Vul Eagle from Taiyo Sentai Sun Vulcan

If you can’t have a cape, I saw go with a scarf.  Yes, it’s more well known as a Kamen Rider costume flourish but I think it works for Sentai as well. Vul Eagle makes this list because I love how simple and iconic his costume is. The white and red color balance is great.  His yellow sun disc stands out on his chest and looks great.  But what really does it for me is his helmet.  The design might be kind of simple but I love the look of it with the huge golden eagle in the front and the yellow accents around the visor suggesting wings.  It’s a really great look.

4. Dekared from Tokusou Sentai Dekaranger

This is another costume I like for the helmet design. That’s not the only reason but it’s one of the first.  I like the police lights on the side of the helmet, I like the way the visor narrows in the middle and sweeps up dramatically to the back.  The visor shape reminds me of the headlights on a Nissan 350Z (which came out about the same time). The other thing I really like about this costume is the way the number designation is done with it being integrated into the left side of the costume and leaving one arm red and the other arm black,  I have a thing for asymmetric costume designs and this one is just fantastic.

3. Gokai Green from Kaizoku Sentai Gokaiger

I really, really like the outfits from Gokaiger.  They pirate theme mixed with a Sentai costume really works with the flared boots, hat-like helmets, high collars and colored coat over a black undersuit just creates a unique look that I really, really think is one of the best designs in the last 10 years. So, why Gokai Green?  I like Green. It’s a good color when done right and Doc’s heroic costume is just the right shade of green to strike my fancy.

2. Akaranger from Himitsu Sentai Goranger

This may seem a pretty easy choice and it was for two reasons. 1) It’s the original Red Hero outfit and set the standard for what Sentai heroes look like. 2) It has my favorite design element of all time for a Sentai costume, that short cape. I love the way capes of that length move in battle and how easy they are to flourish dramatically without having them get in the way or drag like a long cape would. I also just love his thigh holster and high collar.  It’s a classy look that’s really passed the test of time.

1. MagiRed from Mahou Sentai Magiranger

Once more with the capes!  I love capes on Sentai outfits as I just said and I think the capes on the Magiranger outfits are just perfect.  I’m going to go with their original, non-powered up forms because I just think the outfits are better before the added on bits and changes.  The lines are clean and sleek, the material is nicer than the simple cloth used on Akaranger above and the helmet design works much better for me.  In short, good costume design is Magic!

Marichat May Day 3

Prompt Calendar hosted by yours truly and @marinette-sky

Day 1: Milk Day 2: Purring

Marinette pondered over her essay title as Chat prowled over her shoulder, obviously bored by the lack of attention.

“Whatcha doing?” he asked, idly playing with her ponytail. Her hair was different today and it was distracting.

“Homework,” she winced. “Or trying to, but a certain kitty won’t leave me alone.”

“Sorry,” he drooped, but she smiled at him and he brightened.

“It’s difficult, writing an essay on an inspiring person…”

“That’s an easy one!” Chat Noir guffawed. “Ladybug, of course!”

Marinette shook her head, her mouth curved down. “That’s too obvious. Everyone will do her.”

“Hmm. What about your parents?”

“They are inspiring, but they bake bread, not save lives…” Marinette tilted her head. “Oh, maybe Gabriel Agreste?”

She clicked her mouse, bringing the screen to life. Chat Noir rested his chin pointedly on her shoulder, his tail giving an agitated flick.

“What’s so great about him?” he muttered.

“Well, he’s my favourite designer, of course! He reinvented minimalism, and he also manages to balance family and work life…”

“Hardly,” Chat sighed, then froze.

“What?” Marinette asked, spinning her chair around to face Chat.

“I mean…” the black cat coughed and averted his eyes. “Spending all that time working, you won’t see your family much, will you? Isn’t that why his wife left?”

Marinette frowned at him. “Adrien’s mama left? When?”

Chat blinked and licked his lips. “You didn’t… know?”

She swallowed and shook her head. “No…I mean, I’ve seen her picture, but I didn’t know she wasn’t around…”

Marinette looked down at her hands and felt her eyes water. “Poor Adrien. I had no idea…”

“I shouldn’t have said anything…” Chat sighed, crouching down to Marinette’s level. “Don’t be sad, princess. I’m sure he’s glad to have a friend like you.”

“Thanks, kitty,” she gave a weak smile. “I’ll need to be sure to be extra kind to him. It does explain a lot, though. He does seem really down at times…”

Chat shifted on his feet awkwardly.

“Anyway, I can’t do this on Mons. Agreste,” Marinette said, clicking her mouse again. “Perhaps I’ll do it on my hero instead?”

“Jagged Stone?” Chat Noir guessed, leaning against her shoulder again.

“No, silly,” Marinette teased, scratching him under the chin. “I meant you.”


As far as I’m aware, Marinette doesn’t actually know about Mama Agreste, but that might be wrong…

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I’d like for some people to take the time and look at only a portion of my great grandfather’s work that survived the war. My great grand father was Le Van De, a famous silk screen painter in Vietnam that taught as a professor in France and has had one of his pieces displayed in the Vatican. Most of his work was reclaimed by the government after Saigon fell and my family had to evacuate, sadly he did not make it to America with the rest of my family. One of my favorite paintings is called “Vietnamese Madonna with her Child” in English and is the photo above of the woman with a baby. That was my great grandmother with my great aunt. You see the South Vietnamese flag and wonder why it’s there. Le Van De was the one who revived and designed the South Vietnamese flag that flows prominently here in Houston and many other areas. The reason I made this post is because I don’t want his work to die out just because the Vietnamese government still has it. Please At least look at it and admire the legacy he has left behind. If you have any more information on him or any sources of his artwork please contact me. My family is trying to reclaim what we can that’s left of his work. Thank you.

anonymous asked:

(He's a phantom. Danny Phantom)Yo, Danny Fenton, he was just fourteen when his parents built a very strange machine It was designed to view a world unseen(He's gonna catch 'em all cause he is Danny Phantom)When it didn't quite work, his folks they just quit Then Danny took a look inside of it There was a great big flash, everything just changed His molecules got all rearranged(Phantom, phantom)When he first woke up he realized He had snow white hair and glowing green eyes He could walk through w

My Future (Lafayette x Reader)

My Future

Laffy Taffy X reader

Words-1,029

A/N: I wrote this a while back for my friend and she said it was good so i finally got around to posting it. Also,Today (3/16/17) is my birthday! And Madison’s! XD Enjoy!

Modern AU

Warnings- may be cursing,idk,google translated French

summary-A day at the park with your boyfriend and his friends who seem to be hinting to something that you don’t know about.

Masterlist


“Laff?” I ask my boyfriend,staring at the sky as we sit on a park bench. I swing my legs back and forth.

“Oui,mademoiselle?” Lafayette replies,intertwining his fingers with mine, smiling.

“Do you ever think about your future?” I ask, watching the white clouds roll above us.

“All the time,Y/N. Why do you ask,mon cher (my dear)?” He replies.

“I dunno, Laff,” I pause, asking myself if I should actually ask him this question. “L-laff, am I ever…am I ever in your thoughts of the future?” I tear my eyes away from the sky and look at him. He’s looking back at me with his soft, brown eyes.

“Every time, mademoiselle. Je t'aime (I love you.).” He whispers.

I smile and hug him.

“I love you, too, Lafayette.” I whisper back. We pull apart and he stands up. I follow suit. He nods his head to the downtown ice cream shop. “Let’s go get some crème glacée (ice cream.).”

Lafayette bought me an ice cream cone and takes me to a booth. I feel guilty and offer him some of my ice cream. He chuckles and shakes his head. I smile and take a bite of the flavorful ice cream. I watch as he texts something to somebody and wonder what he’s talking about.

“Je t'aime,” I say, barely audible and Laff looks up at me, smiling. “Je t'aime tellement (I love you so much.), Gilbert.” I murmur. I’d finally remembered the right pronunciation to those words.

“Je t'aime, Y/N.” He replies and we share a smile. I take another bite of my, now melting, ice cream and Lafayette laughs as he wipes away melted ice cream off of my chin and cheeks. We sit in silence as I finish my ice cream.

“What are we gonna do now?” I ask him, throwing the napkins away and taking his hand. We leave the ice cream place and walk down the sidewalk of New York.

“Monsieur (Mister) Alexander wanted us to meet him and the others at the park,rappelles toi (remember)?” Laff chuckles and I blush a little.

“Right.”

I see Laff’s friends, Alex, Hercules, and John, walking towards us. I poke Laff’s arm and point to the three men. I smile as Laff waves and yells, “Bonjour!”

“Hey, girrrrrrrrllll!” Hercules greets me and the four men laugh. I smile, shaking my head at them.

“How’s it going, love birds?” Alex asks, elbowing Laff.

“Mon Dieu (my God) …” Laff mutters, but I see him smile.

“What about you and Eliza?” I pipe up,rocking on my feet. John and Hercules snicker at my comment.

“We’re better than ever,Y/N.” Alex replies. I nod.

“John,how’ve you’ve been?” I ask.

“I’ve been great,Y/N. Thanks for asking.” John answers.

I look at Hercules. “You?”

“I made these great dress designs,come look.” He holds his hand out and John puts a book in it.

“Yenno,Y/N,” John begins, resting his arm on my shoulder, as Herc flips through his book. “You could model these. ‘Specially the wedding dresses,right Alexander?”

Laff’s friends chuckle and I roll my eyes,not knowing what their talking about. Hercules shows me his sketches.

I over-hear John, Alex, and Laff talking in low voices.

“’S not like I actually told her.” John explains.

“Oui,oui.”

“Don’t worry,Laff.” Alex assures my boyfriend.

“These are really good,Herc!” I say,glancing over the dresses. Hercules smiles and turns the page.

“Bruh,these are the wedding dresses John here was talkin’ about.” Hercules points to more skteches. Lafayette is now looking over our shoulders at the pictures.


I sit in the grass, alone, as Lafayette talks to his friends. I laugh as I try to catch lightning bugs. I lie down in the grass and spread my arms out, smiling, staring at the stars. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Lafayette, lying down next to me. His friends lie next to him. He takes my hand and I smile.

“You two are so in love.” Alexander’s voice speaks. I smile.

“Oui. I love her so much.” Lafayette agrees and squeezes my hand.

“I love you too.” I reply.

“You two ever gonna get married?” John asks.

I sit up quickly. Laff slowly sits up.

“Y/N?”

The others sit up.

“Mademoiselle? What’s wrong?” Laff asks.

“I….I’m alright. Yeah. I’m fine.”

“You sure?” Hercules questions me.

“Yeah.”

Laff would never wanna marry me, would he?


I sit on the park bench from earlier,swinging my legs back and forth. Laff’s arm is around me. John,Alex,and Hercules are…Lord knows where they are,honestly.

“Y/N,follow me,s'il te plait,amour (please,love).” We stand up and I follow Laff,barely awake. The moon shines above us and I nearly fall on a rock or something.

“Laff,I’m super tired.” I groan and he chuckles,dragging me somewhere.

“We can go home after this,Je promets (I promise).”

I look up to find his hand out for me to take. We’re standing in front of a lit up gazebo,where-of course-Hercules,Alex,and John are standing with Eliza and her sisters. My eyes widen as I take his hand,realizing what’s happening. I suddenly am wide awake and I feel a tear slip from my eyes.

He takes me up and smiles before kneeling down and Hercules hands him a little black box.

“Y/N,Je t'aime tellement. And do not worry, you’ve always been the one I wanted to marry since you said yes to me for the first time. You’re so beautiful, kind,and smart. Y-you’re funny and your eyes-oh your yeux pétillants (sparkling eyes). Your smile lights up a room. Your laugh is like music. Y/N, Je t'aime. Je t'aime tellement. Je promets that I will never not amour (love) you.

Je ne vous blesserai jamais exprès (I will never hurt you on purpose). Je veux que tu saches que (I want you to know that.).”

“Laff,” I interrupt him. His face becomes disappointed. “You slipping into french.” I tell him and he laughs.

“Sorry, mademoiselle,” He tells me. “Y/N,” He opens his little box and a ring sits inside.

“Will you marry me?”

“Of course!” I say and hug him tightly. Cheers sound from around us. We pull away and he puts the ring on my finger. I kiss him.

“You were always in my future, Y/N.” He whispers, hugging me.

wayward-hell  asked:

Coming to the drabble aid. Could I get some Lucifer love with either ice cream or cupcakes? Haven't read anything with either of those together before. Hope you have a great day, красотка!

Chin resting on his steepled fingers, Lucifer watched you moving around the kitchen as you mixed the ingredients to make a batch of cupcakes for the party.

“Such a mess and so much effort,” he said as he snapped his fingers and the table was covered with cupcakes of all flavors and designs. “There. Problem solved.”

Leaving a smear of flour on your cheek as you tucked your hair back, you looked at all the beautiful cupcakes and were embarrassed to find your chin trembling as you began to cry.

Lucifer stared at you as if you had grown two heads right in front of him. “Why are you crying? I helped you out.”

“I wanted to make the cupcakes myself. Gabriel loves cupcakes.”

Lucifer studied you for a moment before his eyes widened. “You are in love with my brother?”

“What? Don’t be stupid. You know I love you,” you snapped, tossing your apron on the table. “Gabriel makes fun of my lack of baking skills all the time and I wanted to prove to him I could do this so he would leave me alone.”

Lucifer was out of his chair in a heartbeat. “He dares make fun of you?”

“Cool your jets Satan. It’s not a big deal. I just wanted to prove a point.”

With a sigh Lucifer waved his hands and the exquisite cupcakes disappeared. Wrapping his arm around you, he looked at the recipe you had up on your iPad. “At least let me help? I am sure I can handle whipping an egg.”

Because Kurt probably bakes when he’s anxious

The apartment smells like vanilla and dough when Blaine walks in the door, unwinding his scarf, and he can hear the thump of cupboards opening and closing and Kurt’s feet padding on the kitchen tiles. Leaning against the wall to unhinges his shoes, Blaine peeks at the light pooling on the floor through the kitchen doorway. “Kurt?” Blaine calls, raising his voice slightly over the hum of the radio bubbling in the other room.

Draping his jacket over his forearm, Blaine trails the light into the kitchen archway—and stops.

“…Kurt?”

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Special Design - In Memory of Nicky Hayden (1981 - 2017)

I’ll take a break here about F1, to dedicate this image to all those fans who admired Nicky. Motorsport is in mourning for that sad news, and of course motorcycling is part of it. It’s a shame that a great talent on 2 wheels has culminated his life in a tragic way. Now only honor the memory of “The Kentucky Kid”

Rest in Peace Nicky. The true champion

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five days of freaking hades and persephone!natan au and @s-t-a-r-away and i are not stopping i have seen hell and it is great

Stubborn Denial

Fic Request: Stiles and his dad goes on a trip for a week and Lydia refuses to admit how much she misses him.

Rating: T

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Established Relationship

Author: dylanobrienstyler (previously holdyourbreathuntilyouseelight)

Requested by: anonymous


It had only been a couple months since Stiles’ return from the Ghost Riders’ clutches, but the familiar ache had managed to seep itself back into Lydia’s chest.

It was silly, she knew. This was nothing like what happened then. She knew exactly when he was coming back—the countdown on her phone leaving her no room to doubt—but the difference this time was that she fully remembered who she was missing.

There were only a couple months until they were officially separated by an eleven hour multiple-buses ride, seven hour drive or hour and a half flight, and Lydia really wanted to spend every possible minute with him before they had to deal with that for the majority of the school year. Dropping him off for his pre-registration at the beginning of the summer at George Washington University and driving away had been hard enough, even if she picked him up a few days later on her way back to Beacon Hills.

They were in Beacon Hills for the summer, packing up the rest of their lives to move across the country for their post-secondary education and spending the last bit of time with their family and friends before only seeing them on holidays and designated breaks.

Right now, Stiles was on a trip with his dad – a week long father-son bonding trip in the great outdoors before they were separated until Christmas. Because they were up in the mountains, cell reception was pretty much non-existent so Lydia was completely cut off from him until his return or at least until they came back to ground level.

Lydia had tried her best to keep busy, spending time with her friends when she could, extra girl time with her mom, and generally packing and preparing for moving, even if she had another couple weeks to go. She had made about three dozen checklists and completed them all, and still, she found herself checking her phone regularly for an update from Stiles, fighting the urge to send him a text or seven.

She was fine. She was. She was an independent woman, dammit. She had spent plenty of time alone, single, and enjoyed her own company.

But she couldn’t help but yearn to talk to him, to be near him. Since their relationship officially was taken to the romantic level, she had grown to miss cuddling him on lazy days or quiet nights, getting lost in kissing him, and even just the simplicity of being able to hold his hand while they roamed the grocery store for food for their date night.

She really just wanted to hear his voice, see his smile, make him laugh. She missed the comfort she felt when he was nearby, the safety that rested in her veins. He always made her feel better; even if she was already in a good mood, he just rose it to another level. He had come to be one of the people she hung out with the most, too, over the years. Since Allison’s passing, he had become the next closest thing to a best friend. It only improved when he became her boyfriend.

She was so lost in her thoughts, she startled at the sound of her phone beeping.

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chapter 15.

Rich || Jaebum

Originally posted by mixedangel

Reader (you) x Jaebum 

Word Count: 1367

Warnings: a lot of feel? idk i wrote the word feeling wayy to many times

note: school is death. omg i wrote this chapter in less than two hours and honestly, i was a hard carry for me because it was hell to think of an idea. @marktuansflip would know lmaooo (thanks for giving the idea). anyways, don’t stress out (cuz i am with my 5 exams coming up rip) and have a great day. happy reading! -admin


The sun cracking through the curtains of Jaebum’s room made me toss and turn around. Finally waking up fully, I opened my eyes to see no one beside me. As expected from Jaebum, he would always leave after a one night stand. Usually, I wouldn’t be bothered by Jaebum leaving me alone. But today, I felt hurt for some odd reason. The nice feeling of someone being beside me, holding me in their arms was something I wanted from Jaebum. But I should’ve known he wouldn’t do anything like that anyways. The only thought that ran through my mind was; am I really getting feelings for Jaebum?

Sighing to myself, I slowly got out of bed and stepped over my dress that was messy thrown on the floor from last night. I looked at myself in the mirror in the bathroom, staring at the mess in front of me. Did I really look like this in front of Jaebum? Why was I suddenly so concerned about my looks? Staring at myself in mirror, I suddenly realize I was going mad. These feelings were messing with my mind and it was something I haven’t felt in awhile.

“Wake up, (Y/N).” I sighed to myself, while running my hair through my hair.

“Shower.” I said to myself. “Just take a shower.”

Stripping down to the bare minimum, I stepped into the shower, turning on the warm water that cascaded down my back. Closing my eyes, I let the warm water relax my muscles as I stood there thinking. I thought that a nice warm shower would help clear my mind off of Jaebum, but it didn’t really work out. After breaking it off with Jinyoung, I can’t help but feel attracted to Jaebum. From the moment I met him until now, I’ve always had a thing for him. But did he have a thing for me?

What seemed like an hour in the shower, I finally stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my body as I made my way downstairs to the kitchen. Looking around, I realized no one was even home to greet me good morning. Somehow, I felt like I was going to see Jaebum sitting on the couch, waiting for me to come down. To be honest, I wanted him here with me but I couldn’t understand why I was feeling this way.

“Agh!” I screamed out loud, letting my emotions get to me. I can’t be feeling this towards Jaebum. He was Jinyoung’s best friend. And after breaking it off with Jinyoung, I felt like I was rebounding my love onto Jaebum.

Suddenly, I heard my phone ring on the counter of the kitchen table, totally forgetting I placed it there last night, as it made me flitch from the sudden noise. Quickly grabbing hold of it, I put the up onto my ear and answered the call.

“(Y/N).” A voice called on the other end.

“Ah boss,” I sighed in disappointment, “What’s going on?”

“Could you come to the office today? I need to have a word with you.” My boss replied on the other end. Suddenly feeling anxious, I could already feel the amount of disappointment I was going to get. I was still an intern at a design company and I knew what was going to happen next. They were going to fire me.

“Sure.” I said, trying to sound delighted. “I’ll be there in an hour.”

Hanging up the phone, I quickly ran upstairs and started to get ready to go outside. I was panicking. What if I actually lose my internship at this company? It was the only job that gave me enough money to pay off my needs. Plus what if I can’t make enough money to pay off the debt? There isn’t anything else I can do unless I go back to college and study. At this moment, I wanted someone like Jinyoung to help me plan out my life. Since he was always there for me, making sure I had a backup plan incase I lose my job. But now, he isn’t.

Quickly slipping on my shoes, I ran out the door and made my way to work. As I hopped onto a bus, I sat there thinking about the next thing I could do about my life. I could go back to school or marry a rich man. And of course, I thought of Jaebum. Sure, he was rich enough to pay my debt and support my needs. But the idea of using him made me feel disgusted. My actions could be worse than an actual playboy messing around with girls. I would be a gold digger. But I decided in the beginning that I would be my own independent self.

Walking into the company’s office was scary the first day when I had my first interview. But walking in today made me want to pass out because of this anxious feeling. Taking in a deep breath, I knocked on the door where my boss was and prepared myself for the worse.

“Come in.” He said. Slowly opening the door, I peeked inside the tidy modern room beforing entering and sitting down on the chair.

“Is there a reason you wanted to see me?” I spoke up, my voice getting a little bit shaky.

“Of course. I just wanted to talk about your submissions.” My boss smiled at me, trying the lighten the tense air.

“Is there a problem with them? Did it not get submitted?” I asked, panicking slightly about my submissions. Every month, as a fashion intern who designs clothes, it is required to send submissions to the boss so that he could evaluate our learning process. I sent in my latest drawings of my designs, that I worked hard on, and hoped for the best. Right now, my boss isn’t giving me reassurance about my submissions.

“There’s no problem with it.” My boss chuckled before pulling out a file. “I would like to say I’m quite impressed of your designs.”

“Really?” I looked at him with shock. Usually my boss would up my colleagues to either fire them or to yell at them for their behaviours. In the fashion industry, there were a lot of people who were rude and selfish that inspire to be at the top. I respect my boss highly and I was glad that he would fire those people. Never have I heard a good thing come out of his mouth, until today.

“Yes, (Y/N). I’m was very impressed with your work.” He noted, as he opened up the file. “Here are the copies of your drawings that you submitted.”

“The copies?” I raised my eyebrows at him. Why would he copy my drawings when I handed in the original drawings myself?

“Yes, I sent the originals to a friend of mine in France in which he sent the drawings down to a famous company down there.” My boss explained to me.

“Wait, what?” I breathed out, still shocked from all the information I was getting. My boss sent my drawings down to France and didn’t even tell me beforehand. What was going on?

“Listen to me, (Y/N).” My boss told me. “Your drawings have been by far the most impressive I’ve seen since you arrived at this company as an intern. I’ve kept all of your drawings from the previous months and created a portfolio of your drawings. After finally getting enough designs from you, I decided to send it down to France and hoped that you would get work with the most prestigious fashion designers.”

“But why would you do this?” I asked, trying to keep calm from the excitement building up inside of me.

“Because you have potential, (Y/N). Someone like you can make so much money in this world with your designs.” My boss smiled, before standing up from his desk. He had the biggest smile on his face, meaning he had great news for me. I could feel my hand starting to get sweaty while I tried to comprehend what was going on.  

“And guess what, (Y/N)?” My bossed leaned down, resting his hands on his desk.

“You’re going to Paris.”





(haha sorry for the really bad chapter…. i tried)