this is for boo but i like it so here the world can have it too

Seventeen as the Mafia + How He Met You

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S.Coups/Choi Seungcheol

Originally posted by sevixxteen

  • That type of leader that doesn’t take shit from anyone, except his members because he can’t fight them all at once. 
  • Gets to know and observes people for a long time before recruiting them
  • He’s very stressed lately as they are a relatively new gang and there are a lot of fights going on with others for territories.

He met you in one these fights when you tried to make a distraction for your gang. You were about to go upstairs to the roof when you bumped into him

“Who the hell are you?” he asked immediately taking his gun out and pointing it at you.

“The same goes for you. You’re not from my gang so I’m here to kill you.”

“Oh really.” he asked smacking the gun from your hand and getting your hands behind your back. “You chose the wrong member. You see I’m the boss and now I can use you as a hostage.”


Yoon Jeonghan

Originally posted by visual-17

  • Looks like an angel and he actually is but in reality he’s the one you should be afraid of the most.
  • Nobody has seen him kill anybody because his methods are too cruel to do them in public.
  • Apparently has some beef with EXO’s Sehun. No one dares ask him but it has something to do with Sehun mistaking him for somebody.

By accident you got involved in a weapon dealing incident with him and he has been planing on killing you ever since. You were good at hiding your tracks but he saw you one day in the city and decided to get rid of you just there in the street but then realized that this fight would probably end up in a blood bath so instead he approached you in secret.

“You have to keep quite and come with me, if you don’t want to die here.” he said pressing his gun to your back.


Joshua/Hong Jisoo

Originally posted by jihanlife

  • Nobody knows why he’s in the gang as he was never invited.
  • When Seungcheol first noticed Jisoo he thought he’s a spy or something (as he appeared out of nowhere) and was about to kill him when he promised that he’s good at at least something
  • And he was, to everyone’s surprise Jisoo’s aim and accuracy is the best out of all of them that’s why he prefers snipers.

He was told to get rid of you silently but you noticed him at the last second and he missed the shot causing a massive panic in the street. You used this opportunity to escape which made Jisoo even more angry. He hasn’t missed a shot in a long time and was determined to get you for that. But whenever he thought he got you cornered he somehow managed to miss and after a while he started to enjoy this little game of yours and soon realized that he doesn’t even want to kill you anymore.


Jun/Wen Junhui

Originally posted by jisoos-princess

  • Pro at hand to hand combat.
  • Trains all the members and teaches them different fighting techniques just in case.
  • His training routine is no joke and everyone is practically dead after it.

He met you before he joined the gang. You were jogging at the same park every morning. As it was really early and not a lot of people were out it became like a habit for him to greet you before he ran past. Eventually he wanted to engage in not only small talk and find out more about you and he started slowing down every single day till he was running at the same pace as you.

“Finally decided to slow down?” you asked.

“Only for you.” he winked.


Hoshi/Kwon Soonyoung

Originally posted by fyhoshi

  • Experimented a lot and finally came up with his own method to make drugs.
  • They were incredibly popular and so he quickly went up the ranks and now whenever there is deal going on it has to go through him first.
  • His first idea was to make poison but he somehow made drugs so nowadays he likes mixing different ingredients to try to create a new deadly weapon.

You had the audacity to attempt to take his throne as the king of drug dealing. You were stubborn and despite a lot of orders to report what you’re doing, you made your way around and stole half of his clients. He had enough and thought that the easiest way to fix this problem would be to get rid of you. But he had no idea you thought the same thing and somehow got his whole warehouse blown up. He caught you outside.

“You little shit, now you will have to take responsibility and I’m not letting you go any time soon.”


Jeon Wonwoo

Originally posted by visual-17

  • Likes money. A lot. And doesn’t like sharing. At all.
  • Easiest way for him to get rich was cards that’s why he started gambling at a really young age and now is a pro at it and is amazing at bluffing.
  • Enjoys tricking his own gang members and actually gets the most money out of them.

Played poker with him once. He lost. Now he wants his money back but you keep denying his challenge. He usually shows up at the most random places just to ask you. You got into your car and almost spilled your coffee when you noticed him sitting in the back seat.

“Wonwoo what the fuck?”

“Come on Y/N, let’s play.”

“Can you get over that already? Get the hell out of my car.”

“I guess I have to take some more drastic measures.” he said taking his gun out. “We’re going to my place.”


Kim Mingyu

Originally posted by fuckyeahmingyu

  • Can smuggle anything in and out starting from stolen cars and ending with guns.
  • Doesn’t stay in the city for too long as he always has deals all around the country.
  • But when he comes back everyone is extremely happy to see him as he’s mostly chill and just being near him calms the others down.

He met you when he was away on a trip. You asked him for help when your car broke down and he fell in love at first sight. He stayed in the city for more than two months just to keep seeing you and you eventually became good friends when Seungcheol was done with him ignoring his orders and went to get him back himself. Well Mingyu obviously didn’t want to leave you but you didn’t want to go to another city either so he decided to be blunt.

“Y/N I don’t know how you feel about me but love you so I’m sorry but you have only two choices, you either go with me on your own free will or I take you by force.”

 

Woozi/Lee Jihoon

Originally posted by seungcheofine

  • Somehow the ones who look the most innocent are the most dangerous in this gang. The same goes for Woozi. But he only uses violence when it’s necessary.
  • His specialty - torture. Favourite methods - teeth and fingernails pulling.
  • He charms his targets with his cute appearance and then gets every last bit of information they can muster.

You were unfortunate enough to be his target. You were screaming in pain for at least and hour, swearing that you don’t know anything when Seungcheol came in and told him that they got the wrong person. He set his tools aside and stood in silence for a few minutes.

“Fuck!” he shouted shoving everything from the table. You just watched in horror not knowing what’s going to happen next. He turned around and untied you. He was ashamed of himself and couldn’t look you in the eyes.

“At least let me treat you your wounds.”


DK/Lee Seokmin

Originally posted by livinthediamondlife

  • Is responsible for looking after the gang territories and making sure they don’t get taken over.
  • Usually doesn’t think twice when someone trespasses and just shoots them on the spot.
  • But still has incredibly good and friendly relationships with the residence of the areas he’s taking care of.

Trying to bypass through his territories was a big mistake. He noticed you’re not a local and decided to find out what you’re doing here. 

“Hey you!” he called you over but you just looked at him and started running. 

“What the heck?!” he thought as he started chasing you. You didn’t know the streets well and ended up in a dead end.

“I got you cornered. Now you’re going to tell me what you’re doing here or I will have to use violence.”


The8/Xu Minghao

Originally posted by mountean

  • He’s great at annoying and pissing everybody off easily but it’s hard to catch him as he’s incredibly fast.
  • That’s why they send him when their is a need to infiltrate, spy or track anybody.
  •  That doesn’t always work out as he likes to make either a grand entrance or exit and by doing that he attracts the attention of anybody nearby.

He was following you to get some information when he lost you. Suddenly he felt a knife press into his back.

“Why are you after me? Who hired you?”

He tried to take you by surprise by turning around and taking the knife out of your hands but he lost his balance and fell on top of you.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you asked.

“Well this is quite the unfortunate situation you got yourself in.” he smirked. “If you promise not to make a scene our meeting won’t take long.”


Boo Seungkwan

Originally posted by infinitblaq

*Jun shows up out of nowhere*

  • One of the first members who joined and everybody is thankful for that every single day because they wouldn’t have got where they are without him.
  • The missions he plans have a 99% chance of success.
  • Failure is not an option for him so he makes detailed strategies for all type of possible scenarios.

What a surprise You showed up at the wrong place at the wrong time and ruined all his perfect planing. The members haven’t seen him this pissed in a long time when he grabbed you and almost dragged you to one of the rooms. He roughly pushed you inside and you almost tripped on your own legs but his gentleman side couldn’t let a lady fall in front of him even when he was angry so he caught you midair and watched how confused you became by the second.

“Sit.” he said pulling you up and pointing you to the chair. “We have to talk.”


Hansol Vernon

Originally posted by sneezes

  • Knows anything and everything and the others should learn from him how to get verified information as fast as he gets.
  • Good with electronics that’s why he never goes anywhere without his trusted computer.
  • Despite some members protests he tends to sell the rarest info for big amounts of money to the other gangs.

He find out about you when he wanted to sell some info but the gang told him they already have what they need. Surprised that somebody besides him found it, he was determined to track you down. He was even more shocked when he saw that you’re a woman as there was not a lot of them in the industry.

“What? You think only men can do this type of work?”

“No but I find the women who do incredibly sexy.”


Dino/Lee Chan

Originally posted by dino-net

  • Despite being the youngest he knew about the mafia world the most.
  • His father had a gang and was killed during a deal so he asked Seungcheol for help to someday avenge him.
  • Takes all advice given to him very seriously and tries his best to help.

Some trusted former members of his father gang were asked to take care of him so that’s why you followed him and also joined this gang. He found this annoying as he wanted to escape his past and always treated you harshly but when he noticed that you’re not around anymore he got kind of sad. But to his delight you came back after a few weeks after taking care of business.

“Missed me?” You smirked.

“Please don’t ever do that again.” he said, giving you a surprise hug.


A/N: I wonder if I should make a masterlist but I’m so lazyyy… Anyhow, feel free to request more scenarios, reactions etc. I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!! 😄

Whipped…boyfriend!!!

***

“Boo!”

Y/N isn’t expecting for Harry to be surprised much, at least not for sneaking up on him.

“Y/N, love! I’ve missed ye’ so much, kitten!”

He tucks his phone into his back pocket before wrapping his arms around her waist and picking her up, a grin so wide and a feeling so comforting that nothing in the world could ruin the moment.

“Missed you loads, too, H!” She whispers into his hair, the feeling of his breath on her neck soothing her instantly.

Harry pecks at her neck before setting her back down, his eyes scanning over her every feature. His heart melts at the way she looks up at him, and when he sees her stand on her tip toes, he leans down to press his lips to hers.

It’s a playful exchange of kisses, with Y/N’s hands gripping at the sides of his printed shirt, and Harry’s large hands cupping her face. Kisses with open eyes and big stupid smiles. Kisses that don’t last longer than three second before their lips separate only to press together again. And in between them, Harry whispers ‘missed ye’ too much’ and ‘I love you’ in broken phrases.

Missed. Kiss. Ye’. Kiss. Too. Kiss. Much. Kiss.

He nudges his nose against hers lightly before pressing one last kiss to her forehead and wrapping an arm around her neck so it dangles over her shoulder as they begin to walk.

“Didn’t tell me ye’ were comin’ for a visit, love.”

Not that Harry minds, at all. He just would’ve liked to have been the first person she saw, not some random cabbie or whoever picked her up at the airport.

“Thought it’d be fun to pop by unannounced. Jeff pitched the idea after he overheard Mer talking to me over the phone. Said you could use a little company in that empty hotel room of yours.”

She bumps his hip with hers, giggling for a moment at the famous half smirk he gives her.

“Hm, well if tha’s why ye’ came here then I reckon we should get t’ tha’ empty hotel room, ehh?”

He’s stopped dead in his tracks, moving to stand in front of Y/N to look at her directly. And Harry can visibly see her tense up, the playful look she’d been sporting a few seconds ago gone.

“Y/N-” he begins, eyebrows furrowed into concern, only to be cut off.

“I’m sorry, H. I know it’s taking forever, but it’s just-” and she’s trying so hard not to disappoint him. She knows they’ve been dating far too long for intimacy not to be part of the relationship already, and it makes her mad that she can’t let herself love him in that way. Not because she doesn’t want to, she knows they’re meant to be together, she just doesn’t feel ready yet.

“No. No, kitten, you’ve got nothing t’ apologise for,” Harry’s hands rub at her upper arms soothingly, hoping to assure her that he’s okay with it, “m'not ever g'na rush this. I want ye’ t’ be sure when the time comes that you want it as much as I do.”

“But I know that it’s frustrating and-”

“-and m'g'na wait as long as I’ve got t’. M'not g'na love ye’ less b'cos of it. Jus’ wan’ ye’ t’ be sure, love.”

He gives her that smile. That toothy smile that can make all their problems fade into nothing. And so she smiles, too.

“Tha’s m'girl.”

***

“Well would ye’ look at this lovely picture.”

A 'wuh-PSSSH’ sound follows the comment, a voice too familiar not to notice.

“Still whipped, mate?”

Harry just smiles, unwrapping his arm from around Y/N to stand up and greet his friend in a proper hug.

“Oh, look at this,” Y/N can hear Harry coo before she’s even got the chance to slip out of the booth they’re currently sat at, “Freddie’s here!”

And to say he completely disregarded Louis at this point would be an understatement, he might as well be invisible now.

Harry stretches his arms out, and Louis complies at letting him hold his one year old.

“Nice t’ see ye’ too, Harry. I’ve been great, thanks mate.”

Harry pays the sarcasm no mind as he sets the baby on his hip, and instead smiles and coos at Freddie who looks up at him with happy eyes.

“Don’t worry, did the same to me earlier.” Y/N laughs at the thought of Harry having left her side with out a second thought to hold who she came to find out was an adorable little baby girl named Ruby.

Louis welcomes her into a hug, whispering a low 'outta have kids then’ in her ear.

And that warms her heart. To think that one day, she’ll be lucky enough to welcome a lovely little human that’ll be a mix of her and Harry, she honestly can’t wait. But now she feels even more guilty.

But Harry smiles at her adoringly, baby Freddie in his arms chuckling and trying to grab at Harry’s short but now longer hair.

“I see you two are still disgustingly sweet as usual,” Louis comments.

Just the way Harry looks at you, it’s unreal and anyone who knew you both would swear you were meant for each other, even before either of you realised it. And that’s exactly what your friends thought. Seeing Harry look at you the way he did at the many dinners and house parties everyone would gather for definitely added to those thoughts.

And you two have been practically inseparable ever since New York. You were glad Harry had gathered up the courage to find you that night, don’t know if you’d be in this position if he hadn’t. You were glad he was hell bent on not leaving that hotel room until things were cleared up because “really miss m'best friend. Tell me wha’ I did so I can fix it, kit'en.” And you were glad he’d said those three words that solidified the fact that he was there to make sure you were his, even though you had been all along.

“Will be. So long as this one will have me,” the press of Harry’s lips to Y/N’s has Louis grunting in pretend distaste.

“Better get going, don’ wanna interrupt Harry still being whipped.”

Harry hands Freddie over with a pout.

“Still no complaints though.”

***

To say everything is going perfect would be an understatement. Harry’s music is being praised and appreciated and Y/N can’t explain how happy it makes her that Harry’s happy. His performances are nothing short of amazing, and she loves seeing him gush over “they were singing along, babe! Just a great feelin’!”

She’s been flying back and forth along his side during all this. New York, London, Paris, and then back to New York. And Harry loves sharing this with her. He loves having her watching him from the side lines, singing along as she claps and gives him thumbs up and blows kisses at him for support. He loves getting off stage with so much adrenaline and kissing her so hard because Harry doesn’t take anything for granted, no. He’s thankful he’s getting to do what he loves and even more with his better half by his side.

“A'right. How do I look?” His jazz hands and that big smile plastered on his face are indication of just how hyped he is for this.

“I’ve never seen anyone pull off black better than you, H!”

And it’s true. Harry can pull off any colour. Blue, red, yellow, pink; you name it! But black. Black gives him a sexy sort of mysterious sophistication.

“Think so?” He looks himself over in the mirror, content at his choice.

Y/N looks at him through the mirror from where she’s sat on the couch of his dressing room, nodding a yes as she gets up to stand on the furniture.

“Please no stage diving today?” She’d be all for it, if it weren’t for the fact that he’s already tried it and it didn’t go as planned. She really doesn’t want him or any of the fans getting injured.

Harry only chuckles and nods in embarrassment as he strides over to stand in front of her, his head tilting up just a bit to look at her since she’s standing on the cushions.

“M'serious, Harry!” But she smiles anyway, arms lazily slung over his shoulders and around his neck. She brings a hand to tug at the hairs at the nape of it as Harry sets his at either side on her hips, thumbs rubbing at her hipbones.

It’s the last listening party before the album is released, and Harry’s pretty sure the second he mentions stage diving, Jeff will have him pulled off stage. Or carried because it is Jeff after all.

“I’ll try not to, kit'en.” Harry doesn’t know why it was a good idea to do it in the first place. But he had all that adrenaline and he was just so excited. Y/N of course had scolded him and slapped his arm after he got off stage because, “you could’ve broken something Harry!!” But he’d kissed the small amount of anger away.

“I’ll be watching from the sides?” Every time before a performance or an interview she says that, and every time she does Harry smiles just as big.

***

“Congrats, Ni!!!!!”

Finally, after a few months of all the boys doing their own thing, everyone’s finally got a chance to gather up at a small venue for Harry’s pre-launch party. Jeff had asked Y/N for help in terms of invitees, and it’d be outrageous not to have Liam, Niall, and Louis attend.

And so Niall is the last to arrive, and the moment he walks through the door, a very tipsy Y/N can’t contain her excitement at finally reuniting with another one of her friends.

“Oí, have enough drinks for the rest of us have ya?” Niall just about tumbles back with the sudden weight of her body as she throws herself at him, but he catches her in his arms and steadies her.

“You’re late mister,” she’s slurring just a bit, words somewhat coherent.

“Does 'arry know you’re drunk??”

He wraps an arm around her waist for support, in fear that she might be too over her head to even walk with out tripping and falling.

“Drunk? M'not drunk,” she pokes at his chest, and Niall only now notices the red cup in her hand threatening to spill over his shirt, “you’re just sober.”

He lets out a lively laugh. Drunk Y/N is something else, and he’s only ever seen her like this when Harry’s not really paying attention to her.

She hiccups and continues with a pout, “he’s over somewhere. With some girl,” she motions her hand around and nowhere in particular, again, the drink sploshing around in the red cup.

Harry hadn’t meant to leave her alone, he’d been pulled away from her side by someone he can’t even recall the name of, because that’s how out of it he is. So he’s been handed drink left and right, downing them with out retaliation because he doesn’t wanna seem like a downer. And although he really should go find his Y/N, he doesn’t think she’d mind if she’s having fun too.

But she’s not. At least not as much as she’d like. All she wants is for Harry to kiss her and hold her hand, because they’re both affectionate drunks, and it’s always a plus to annoy their friends in that way. But she hasn’t seen him in a while. Last she caught a glimpse was about an hour or so ago, when he was being led over to a group of people she doesn’t really recognise, and it made her notice how out of it she is. She doesn’t remember inviting half the people in the room, but the little attention Harry seems to be giving her has her drinking with out a purpose.

It reminds her of when they were only friends. In the same circumstance, she’d drink the night away in hopes of erasing the imagine of Harry smiling wide, eyes crinkled because some girl was whispering god knows what in his ear. He’d be hunched over just a bit to give the girl better access as she mumbled and giggled. And Harry would nod slightly before moving to whisper something back, face too close to her liking. But it, too, was always nothing, because shortly after she would have to turn away. Try to hide the fact that yes, she might have been staring at Harry for much longer than she’d ever admit to. And when he’d catch a glimpse of her doing just the same with a guy, giggling and whispering and smiling like crazy, he’d make his way over. Weaving his way around dancing bodies to get to her. And he’d smile that drink infused crooked smile of his before whispering something like “let’s get ye’ home, pet,” and leading her out of the place with his palm to her lower back.

So yeah, this sort of reminds her of old times. Only this time, they’re actually dating and he’s nowhere to be found.

***

Harry doesn’t remember getting home. He doesn’t remember taking of his clothes either.

In fact, the last thing he remembers is Y/N kissing at his neck and tugging at his pants.

And..oh no. If that’s how…if they were both drunk and-ah shit! Neither of them were suppose to be drunk when it finally happened. Harry wanted to make sure she would be okay with everything going on. He would have wanted to whisper how good she was taking him. Wanted to assure her that he was there with her, that all he wanted was to make her feel good. Harry just wanted to make love to her the right way.

And now he doesn’t even remember half the night.

So he bring his hand over his face, because not only does he not remember, he also doesn’t recognize the room he’s woken up in.

And then he looks beside him at the body under the white sheets.

He doesn’t recognize the person he’s woken up next to.

That’s not his Y/N.

Prompt by @softestisak: “write me a cake fight drabble u brat”

Ak, I don’t like you. But lucky enough, I like the prompt. HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVEN!!!! (also where is the fucking trailer?!?!?)

—————————————–

“So, you’re going to… bake a cake?”

Eskild’s voice is dubious, eyebrows raised to epic proportions and mouth set in an incredulous line.

Which, fuck him very much, because Isak is not completely helpless. And how fucking hard can baking a cake from scratch be? He has a printed set of directions in front of him, he has all of the ingredients spread out over the counter, and the oven is happily pre-heating.

What could go wrong?

“Yes,” Isak answers with a narrowed look, “I’m baking Even a birthday cake. It’s not rocket science.”

Eskild swallows and puts his hands up, like he was approaching a spooked horse or a small child, “Isak just because you’re gay doesn’t mean you automatically get Martha Stewart powers.

“Who the fuck is Martha Stewart?”

Eskild sighs, “Oh god, this is not going to end well. Are you sure we can’t call Noora in here to help you?”

“Nei,” Isak grabs the empty mixing bowl off the counter and away from Eskild, hugging it to his chest like a shield. “He’s my boyfriend and he made me promise not to by him anything, so this is what I’m doing. Jesus, you make it sound like baking is hard.”

Eskild whimpers but leaves the kitchen in peace.

———————

Okay- so as it turns out, baking is a little harder than it looks. It really wouldn’t be, but there are phrases like sift the flour and fold in the eggs.

What the actual fuck does any of that mean? And Isak is too proud to google it on his phone because he is seventeen years old and baking will not conquer him.

Also, is there really a difference in between baking soda and baking powder? And like, between regular sugar and confectioners sugar? Isak hopes not because Even will be here in two hours and Isak doesn’t have time to run back out to the store.

So he just kind of puts all the ingredients together and hope it works

———————-

It doesn’t work. It very much does not work.

And Even is laughing his ass off, arms securely around Isak’s waist as he takes another bite of the shitty Moulin Rouge inspired decorations Isak had turned into stick figures and laughs some more. “I love it,”

“You suck,” Isak groans, batting the fork away from Even’s mouth, “Stop eating it, you might poison yourself.”

“But what a way to go,” Even leans down to kiss at Isak’s pulse point, ignoring the loud boos of their friends. Isak flips them off, but Even doesn’t look ruffled at all, “Baby… you baked me a cake. You, yourself. God knows it was yourself because Noora never would have let this happen.”

Isak groans and Even’s attention is pulled away for a hot second by Sana, who’s just arrived to the apartment.

Isak glares at the failure cake. He worked fucking hard on it and now what? They’re just going to throw it out? Over his dead body is the cake he spent hours slaving away for going to be dumped into the trash.

So he cocks his head to consider, eye slanting right to note that Even isn’t wearing anything to expensive, just his favorite button up (read Isak’s button up) and a pair of jeans. 

The arms tightens around Isak’s wait again and Isak has an idea, He steps out of the embrace. Even swivels his head to look at him.

“One more surprise.” Isak gestures down to the sugar monstrosity, “Look at the cake closer.”

Even raises his eyebrows, but glances down at it, “I don’t get it.”

“Look.”

Even gets a little closer to the cake, now intent on finding whatever mystery clue Isak had hidden in the frosting. When he shifts his head down, just a little bit, Isak pounces.

He hooks a hand around the back of Even’s neck and pulls his face into the cake, waiting several seconds before releasing and stepping back.

The cheers are almost instant and Even is pulling back, wiping frosting from his eyes and laughing again, bright and happy laughter and this might just be one of the greatest cakes ever baked in the world.

“Little shit,” Even grabs a handful of the corner piece and- oh fuck no, Isak didn’t anticipate that. Even hurls the cake at him. Isak dives out of the way and-

The fucking cake splatters against Vilde. Oh my fucking god the look on her face. She screams and everyone goes silent. 

Or at least, for about fifteen seconds and then Even is grabbing another chunk of cake and hauling Isak to him by the waist and smearing the frosting down the length of his face.

By that time, everyone had gotten the idea and Isak’s perfect fucking cake was flying across the room, smearing over every surface available and every person available and Isak and Even were still half-wrestling on the floor trying to escape each other’s frosting clad hands and-

Fucking best birthday party ever.

View | jaehyun

Genre: bodyguard!AU | fluff, angst, mild swearing and a lot of sarcasm.

Member: Jaehyun / reader (3rd person perspective!!!!!)

Word count: 3000+

Note: There will be a part 2!

Summary: “You’re staring.”

“I like the view”

“What, of London?”

“London doesn’t compare to you”

(or the one where she doesn’t need him, but maybe she wants him.)

part: one | two

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

“No.”

“You’re being unreasonable. “ Jaehyun says, crossing his arms.

She shrugs, “I disagree.”

He sighs, “Look your Highness-”

“Don’t call me that.” She interrupts, crossing her legs.

“Okay princess.” He drawls sarcastically, “You simply can’t refuse to have a bodyguard without a valid reason.” He sighs.

She cocks her head, raising a eyebrow, “I have a valid reason!” She assures.

“Let’s hear it.” he demands.

“I don’t like your face.” She blurts. He frowns and she crosses her arms to mimic him.

“And you think my face is going to hinder my ability to protect you?” He questions.

“It could!” She assures in a seriousness that almost makes him laugh, “What if you’re looking at your reflection in a store window or your phone screen and someone kidnaps me?” She cries.

“Trust me, they’d bring you back.” He muttered scratching his head.

“What?”

“I said we’d get you back.” he enunciates, “Our job is to make sure nothing happens to you- for God’s sake I’m a trained professional you can’t just-”

“I don’t need a bodyguard. I don’t even need a guard dog, I’m perfectly capable of looking after myself!” She cries in frustration, running her fingers through her hair.

To silence that follows is a mutual agreement for a break- to regroup, relax, grab a glass of water or a snack before they come back to finish the conversation. He sighs, she kicks her feet like she feels guilty for something and looks down at the table. There’s a pack of cigarettes and a lighter that sit kindly beside an economist magazine and a small receipt like checklist of everything she needs to pack.

Paris.

Her fingers tap at her upper arm and she looks away to the wall to study the paint. He adjusts his suit, tugging at the collar of his shirt, “You’re stuck with me princess.” He says eventually.

Her neck snaps back to look at him. She wrinkles her nose, “Keep your distance.”




paris

She sitting on a smooth wooden bench in the center of the Louvre. The room is empty, cleared by security for her protection and she’s staring at a painting. Its called ‘The Embarkation for Cythera’ and her chin is resting on her fist. One leg is crossed over the other and she quickly adjust the denim skirt she’s wearing. She’s got a brochure in one hand and headphones in her ears where jazz floods her senses.

Jaehyun is a few meters to her left, watching her closely as she stares curiously at the art. She yanks her headphones out, “What?” She snaps, sighing and turning to look at him.

“I didn’t say anything.” He shrugs.

She rolls her eyes, “You’re staring.”

He shrugs again, “That’s my job.”

She shakes her head, “No, your job is to protect me. You could do that from the control room or from the other side of this room but instead you’re stood as close as you can get without it being suspicious and you’re staring.” she explains.

He licks his lips and points to the painting before her, “This is one of my favourite paintings.”

She raises an eyebrow, “So you were staring at the painting?” She asks, knowing full well he wasn’t.

He nods, walking closer to sit on the bench next to her, “Not everything’s about you princess.”

They sit quietly together, neither too bothered to fill the silence. The absence of crowds who discus meaningless matters makes her feel lonely and isolated but she’s learnt to be with herself. “Why did you take this job?” She pipes up, not quite sure why she’s interested.

He cocks his head to look at the painting and licks his lips, “Patriotic duty.”

She laughs, “You’re funny.”

He turns to look at her, “You don’t believe me?”

She scoffs, “I don’t even think you believe you.”

“Okay.” He says carefully, crossing his arms, “Why do you think I took the job?”

She pauses and watches him carefully. She holds up her hand, “I have two theories.” She states.

He smirks, “I’m all ears.”

“the first-” she starts, her posture changing because she’s in her element, “Is that you were bored. You got sick and tired of foreign business men and all that bureaucracy and you heard the rumours.”

He raises an eyebrow, “What rumours?”

“The ones about me.” She says, pointing to herself. He scoffs but she continues, “You heard about the strange princess who doesn’t buy into this whole royalty thing and you were curious.”

“Curious enough to leave the KCIA and baby sit a brat?” He asks sarcastically.

She clicks her fingers, “Or you were fired. I’m still developing some more theories.” she sighs.

He scoffs a laugh, “Yeah well keep looking.”

She sighs again, turning back to the painting. The silence becomes deafening, an unbearable reminder that she’s always alone and completely segregated from the rest of society. He can see the sadness in her eyes, he saw it the moment he met her when she watched her distant family’s children dancing in the gardens of the palace. He sees it every time she has to attend some event or smile at some strangers her parents introduce her to, even sometimes when she watches students on their way to school, laughing with their friends.

“So which one is your favourite painting?” He asks quietly, trying to give her some kind of human interaction before she locks herself in her hotel room.

She swallows, scratching her head, “I hate art.”

He frowns, “Why are you here?”

She shrugs, looking around the room at the different paintings. “I wanted to feel less alone.” she says quietly.

He rolls his eyes, “Yikes, do you ever stop feeling sorry for yourself?” He asks tiredly.

She glares, “Fuck you.”

He shakes his head, “There are many ways to feel less alone, like hookers.” he suggests.

She tries to stay angry but her lips threaten a smile and she looks down at her hands, “You’re funny.” she states once more, but this time he doesn’t think it’s sarcastic.

He points, “You should smile more.”

She waves him off even though he looks smug because he can see her trying not to grin, “Shut up.”




She’s curled against the window with a book half open in her hands and her legs bent against her body. Jaehyun’s sitting in a leather chair nearby, looking around the room while his fingers tap anxiously against the arm of the seat. He sighs loudly, “How long are we going to be here?” he asks.

“How long is a rope?” she retorts, not testing her eyes from the book.

“Long enough to hang myself with.” He replies.

“Oh, boo-hoo, your life is so miserable.” She says sarcastically, turning a page.

He sighs again, glancing around the room. The building has high ceilings with shelves the reach as high as they can. Books are in piles on coffee table before leather chairs and large windows let in light to show dust over some of them. He pushes some aside with his feet, distantly curious but barely caring enough to sit up properly. He glances at her, “What are you reading?” He asks in an attempt to appease his boredom.

She sighs, “It’s called Man’s Search For Meaning.”

He cocks his head, “Is it a self help book?” He mocks.

She scoffs, “You’re an idiot.”

He rolls his eyes, “You’re mean.” he points out.

“No.” She begins, “I dislike persistent human interaction, something I cannot get away from as long as you continue to be present in my life because your contract says you need to shadow me 24/7” she hisses.

There’s a pause and he points to her, “Mean.” He repeats.

She rolls her eyes.

He watches her read, the light from the window falling on her face like she’s waking up from a dream and her hair is tucked behind her ear. She flicks through the book like she’s hungry for some kind of intellect she can’t find in her everyday world and she bites her lip when she concentrates. “You’re staring again.” She states, not looking up from the pages.

He clicks his tongue, “I like the view.”

She looks up and raises and eyebrow, “Excuse me?”

He points to the window that overlooks le canal saint martin where trees grow along the pavement and provide shade to couples who sit on benches and watch the water flow. “Paris is beautiful.” He states with a smirk.

She rolls her eyes, “It’s famous for that.”

He cocks his head, “So are you.”

She sighs loudly and lays the book down against her lap. “Are you flirting with me?” She asks carefully.

He shrugs, “You’re pretty, we’re in Paris, might as well make the most of a bad situation.” he crosses his arms.

She shakes her head, “Your job is to protect me, not take me out.”

He sighs loudly, a grunt emitting from his throat, “Buzzkill.”

She stares at him a little longer, “You’re so unprofessional, there is no way you can protect me more than I can myself.”

“Wanna bet?” He replies without a beat.

“Do I get to go back to reading if I agree?” she says tiredly, rubbing her eyes.

He nods, “Pinky promise.”

She smirks slightly, “What’s the bet?”

He points to her, “You get a point every time you don’t need me, I get a point every time you do.”

She smiles, “You’re on.”




new york

They’re sitting in a red leather booth by the window. The floor is tiled black and white and there’s a rainbow coloured juke box in a corner where a Beatles song is playing over the speakers. She’s scarfing down a burger and the fluorescent lighting from the diner stings her eyes, it’s a contrast from the darkness outside. Jaehyun sits opposition her with his arms crossed to match the boredom on his face.

she glances at him, “Don’t look so glum.” she giggles with a childlike grin.

“You’re drunk.” he points out.

She giggles again, slurping from her milkshake and crossing a leg over the other. She’s wearing his jacket because she didn’t have one of her own and the velvet dress was too thin to keep any heat in. “You’re a buzzkill.” she retorts.

He purses his lips, “You’re an idiot.”

I’m a princess.” She reminds, wagging her finger back and forth.

He rolls his eyes, “You snuck out and went clubbing.”

She shrugs, “I like the music.” But her lip lifts into a smirk and he knows she’s still sober enough to be herself.

“You can’t ditch your security.” He repeats for what feels like the hundredth time.

She shakes her head, “I think you’ll find that I can, and I did.”

“It’s dangerous.” He enunciates, leaning forward.

She scoffs and waves him off, “The only dangerous thing about tonight is the blister on my foot.”

“Or-” he Interrupts, snatching her milkshake and taking a gulp, “The guy who followed you to the club, the one who nearly slipped something into your drink and the one who tried to hit on you.”

She frowns, “You’re the one who followed me to the club, you’re saying I was in danger of you?”

He pauses, narrowing his eyes, “You knew?” He asks.

She breathes a laugh, “Of course I knew, and what was wrong with the guy who tried to hit on me?” she adds absentmindedly, finally finishing off her burger.

He raises an eyebrow, “Really?” She just stares so he sighs and points to his wrist, “Gang tat on his arm.”

“Oh, a bad boy.” She giggled again, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol.

“A very bad boy.” He reminds.

She smiles like he’s the funniest guy on earth and he tries his best not to stare too long because she really is very beautiful. She picks up the menu again, scanning through the options, glancing at him every few seconds. She hesitates, opens her mouth a few times but doesn’t say anything.

She folds the menu and puts it down, “I have another theory.” She states.

He narrows his eyes, “Alright.” He nods.

She licks her lips and crosses her arms “You’re running away from something.”

He cocks his head and she thinks she’s getting somewhere, “Continue.”

She shrugs, “That’s all I’ve got. Maybe you fucked up, hurt someone or got hurt- I’ve seen the scar on your hip.”

His arms instinctively tighten together and he wrinkles his nose, “You been checking me out?” He smirks, trying to deflect.

She shrugs again, “I like the view.”

“Now princess, are you flirting with me?” he questions, leaning forward in his seat and pressing his forearms into the table.

He’s got this smile on his face like he knows what she’s going to say. She smiles back, like they’re drunk idiots at 4am eating junk food somewhere in the middle of new York. She wipes her lip with her thumb and rest her elbows on the table, her head resting in her hands. They’re close enough that she’s pretty sure he can heart her heart slamming against her rib cage, “You’re beautiful.” She murmurs.

He cocks his head, his hand reaching out and pushing the hair away from her face. He tucks it behind her ear and she sighs, closing her eyes, “You’re drunk.” He says sadly.

She giggles, only making everything crash down around them much faster, “‘Yes I’m drunk, and you’re beautiful. And tomorrow I’ll be sober-’

‘And you’ll still be beautiful.’” he finishes. He sighs, letting his hand drop, “Its late princess, let’s get you home.”

She smiles again when she sees his cheeks flushed red and as he leads her out of the diner, his hand is on the small of her back, trying to keep her steady. He tries his best not to touch her for too long in case he kisses her but he helps her climb into the car and she holds onto his hand a little too tight like she doesn’t want to let go of him.

He smiles.

Her: 1

Jaehyun: 1




She’s panting, sweat dripping down her forehead and her shirt clings to her body. She takes a swig of her water bottle and wipes her cheek, trying to cool herself down. She looks over the cliff, staring down into what seems like the abyss and smiles. She’s trekked all this distance, wading through the dirt and gravel and the grass that scratches her ankles while the sun beat down on her skin.

“I didn’t take you for a hiking person.” Jaehyun huffs out.

She chugs a gulp of water and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, “I wanted to try something new.”

He shakes his head and clicks his tongue, knowing full well she did it to get some space and, and sighs, “Right.”

“Anyway-” She shrugs, stepping over a rock, “This is fun.”

“Oh yeah, 1000° of fun.” he mocks sarcastically, wiping his forehead.

She scoffs, “I didn’t take you for a whiner.” She mutters.

He smirks, “Sexually or just in general?”

“You’re hilarious.” She says breathlessly, placing her hands on her hips as she stands straight, trying to get some air into her lungs. He keeps walking as she looks at the distant view of the city.

“You need to stop princess?” Jaehyun calls from ahead.

She swallows, looking up at him and shakes her head with a grin, “Not a chance.” She assures, jogging to catch up with him.

He’s not in his suit for once. They’re both in workout gear, trainers and T-shirts and sweat all over their bodies but they’re both smiling at each other as they continue to hike up the sandy hill. “I have a question.” he breathes heavily.

She keeps walking, “Okay.”

He takes a gulp of water, “Why are you off gallivanting the world with no specific purpose?”

“I have a purpose.” She points out nonchalantly.

“Care to share?” he asks curiously.

She shrugs, “I want to gallivant the world.”

He nods, “That’s a good argument.” He points out, almost impressed.

But he’s got this tone to his voice that makes her eyes narrow, “But you don’t believe me.” She states, wiping the sweat from her forehead again.

He smirks, “I don’t even think you believe you.”

She shrugs and keeps walking, “Okay, what do you think my purpose for doing all of this is?” she asks tiredly.

He follows after her, still sweating from everywhere, “I have one theory.” He states.

“Only one?” She replies, raising an eyebrow.

He sighs disappointingly, “Yes sorry, only one.”

She smiles softly, “Let’s hear it.” She orders.

He stops, taking a deep breath and placing his hands on his hips. He pants through his words and she stops next to him. “I think you’re running away from something.”

He waits for a reaction that never comes, she just keeps panting, stays silent and tries to regain her breath. She swallows, hands on her knees and shakes her head, “Aren’t we all?” She responds, standing upright and staring at him. “And that’s not a very original theory, I seem to remember using it myself.” She reminds.

He cocks his head, “And now you’re deflecting.”

She smirks, “Well aren’t you a smart one.” She says sarcastically with no tone of anger in her voice which tells him she’s not upset he’s starting to figure her out, maybe because she doesn’t think he’ll get very far.

“I think you don’t want to be queen, or princess even.” He adds, “I think this is your way of experiencing life outside of that.”

She almost rolls her eyes, “A child could have diagnosed that.” she starts to walk up the hill again, lugging her body up the steep slope.

He raises an eyebrow, “Diagnosed?” He calls after her.

“Yeah” she calls back, “It’s called the grass is always greener on the other side or um… wanting what you can’t have?” but there’s a hint of bitterness to her voice and he knows she’s annoyed.

“And what you want is a normal life.” He states.

She narrows her eyes and stops walking, her hands on her hips. She takes a deep breath and sighs. She hesitates telling him, she’s not the kind to complain but she feels like he needs to understand her. She swallows, “You’ve seen my life; the glitz and glam and everything that goes on behind it. I was never in line for the throne so for a while, I knew what it was like to have none of that. I went to school, I was a bartender i…” She pauses, her eyebrows furrowed like she really needs an honest answer. “I never wanted to be princess, and then suddenly my uncle dies and my mum becomes… I’m thrown into this limelight, I had no choice in that!” She says louder, like she’s getting riled up, “I thought I could get used to it, if I pretend enough it’ll become reality right?” She takes a breath, looking away from him and watching the birds fly over the distant cliffs, “But I know this isn’t where I’m supposed to be.” she mutters.

He cocks his head, “You’re thinking about this the wrong way.” He points out, moving to stand closer to her. “We’re in the 21st century, you can be anything you want. You can be princess and have a job, you can go to school and rule a country. The possibilities are limitless! You could buy your own bar and work for yourself.” He pauses, “People look up to you princess. Show them what you got.”

She smiles softly, feeling uplifted into a new realm of thought. But she doesn’t tell him, only shoves him away with a giggle and takes off running towards the summit of the cliff- “Last one there’s a rotten egg!” she cries behind her.

Jae smiles softly and shakes his head, this girl.

Her: 2

Jaehyun: 1

(She beats him, she thinks that deserves a point no matter what)

part: one | two

The Get Down animations...

I’m rewatching Shao and Zeke’s argument at the end of e11, and I think I just realized the usage of the cartoons.

Zeke says to Shao: “You got me out here living in this world, believing in Grandmasters, the Zulu warriors, and Hercules, and Kung Fu and its all bullshit. It’s like life is one of Dizzee’s comics and they gon’ be our heroes. They can’t save us. They can’t protect us, and outside the Bronx it don’t matter and it never will, because it ain’t real.”

So during the first watch it felt like the cartoons were too much, but watching the scene back, I think they actually make sense. I can’t explain it properly, but I think the animations were meant to act as a sense of magic. They were believing in their own fairytale, fueled by adults who only showed them the positive aspects of making music. Of course they went through shit, and none of the boys were blind to what life is, but they’re still teenagers. They still thought that everything would always work out in the end, and the cartoons were meant to be them living in a fantasy of sorts, only to be broken when Fat Annie called the police on them.

Because while they knew she was a gangster, they figured she’d handle matters on the streets. They didn’t anticipate life being that a criminal such as her, would have the police also in her pocket (not that I think they know she called them on Boo.)

Anyway, what I’m trying to say is that if there is a s2, I don’t think we’ll see the cartoons as much. I think they were meant to show how much people can dream and fantasize about the lives they want, and get so wrapped up in their heads that they don’t realize the world isn’t like that. Because if you think about it, Mylene wasn’t in any of the animations. That “magic” wasn’t part of her belief in her own talent. She didn’t use it to protect herself either, the way Shao did.

So basically, in this long attempt at explaining myself, I think s2 would end up revolving around them all being much more acquainted with reality. Not that reality has to be sad and filled with abuse, but it’ll feel like it. I’m sure there will still be a cartoon here or there, but not in the way of part 2. Especially in regards to what was said of Dizzee living, if Jaden wants to continue.

And now I have thoughts about “The other side,” but I’ll spare y'all, lol.

100 Reasons Why - 07

BTS 방탄소년단 - Soulmate!AU

Warnings -  polyamorous relationships, swearing, smut

Summary - Love is a powerful thing. Let it settle under your skin and in your bones. Let it live, let it breathe. Do not beat it down and know that your love doesn’t reach one person, but everyone around you.

Glossary - 01. 02. 03. 04. 05. 06. 07


I dreamt of you last night.” Hoseok mumbles, digging his nose into the back of your neck. You groan, arms circling around Taehyung’s shoulders.

“Why do you two always wake me up?” He rubs his eyes, blinking rapidly.

You can feel the bed shift on Hoseok’s side. Yoongi must be awake now.

Yoongi sighs, sitting on the edge of the bed, “Why don’t you tell us about your dream now that you’ve got us all up.”

Though you can’t see him, you can hear the grogginess in his voice. Before you climbed into bed with Hoseok and Taehyung, you had heard Yoongi typing furiously away at his keyboard. You hadn’t wanted to bother him.  

Hoseok smiles into your hair. “You were sitting in a rocking chair, while Yoongi and Taehyung were taking turns reading a story. I remember what story but it was just peaceful and serene. I didn’t want to wake up.”

With a soft hum of acknowledgement, you card your hands through Taehyung’s hair. He looks up at you with bright, curious eyes. He’s like a mirage, so pure and fresh and yet so far away. You feel distant from him though he’s right fucking here, smiling at you like you’re the only thing keeping him alive.

Keep reading

Sweetheart Archie X Reader

I’m in France for a couple of days on holidays so I’m taking a bit of a break from writing.

Also here’s the long awaited Archie piece!

***


“How about boo?” You asked as you were sat opposite Archie in Pops. It was your monthly date night and you decided to just enjoy a nice evening at pops. An evening where you didn’t have to look all too pretty, yet still beautiful, and you could just let loose and just enjoy your boyfriends company.

“Do I look like a ghost?” Archie started as he took a sip of the can of pop (Soda) that sat in front of him. Archie’s eyebrows were furrowed as he was curious to find out the next name you’d call him.

“No, but it’s cute right? If not how about…ah! Dollyface?” You laughed as the name popped into your head.

“Oh hell no, (Y/N) not in a million years” he shot back, it wasn’t harsh but it was in a playful manor.

“So what you saying is, after a million years I can call you doll face?” You wiggled your eyebrows, earning a manly chuckle from the red-haired boy.

“For god sakes” Archie laughed.

“Love? I can do it in Spanish…Amor” you lent forward and whispered the Spanish in his ear. It was one of Archie’s biggest down fall, when you spoke Spanish it sent him wild.

“You know what you speaking Spanish does to me” he whined as he took another swig of the drink.

“Pero Amor, te amo mucho” you whispered and then let out a full blow laugh as you saw the delight on Archie’s face. “I’m going to stop now, I’m afraid to where this will lead to” you laughed as you tried to think of another name to call Archie.

“Yeah, please” he said matter of factly.

“You know I hate baby, babe and babes…I just have no idea” you diverted your eyes to the ceiling, becoming engrossed in your thoughts.

“Here is another strawberry milkshake, sweetie” Hermione spoke as she placed another  the drink down in front of you. You must have been so lost in thought to have even notice that she walked over.

“I’ve got it!” You beamed as Hermione just gave you the perfect name to call your boyfriend.

“Go on, hit me” Archie said as he looked up from his phone.

“Sweetheart” you chimed as you were beyond excited that, you had finally found a nick name to call your beloved.

“How sweet” Archie stated as he watched in awe at how delighted you were with your nickname. “I think I’ve just fell in love with you even more” he smiled as he watched a blush creep up your face and onto your cheeks.

“Stop it, you making me blush” you covered you face with your tiny ass hands, protecting yourself from anymore embarrassment.

“Don’t hide please, we gotta get going anyway” Archie replied as he pulled your hands away from your face. He jumped up from his seat and picked up his letterman jacket; walking over to your side of the booth. “Let’s get going Y/N/N)” Archie responded as he watched you pull yourself up and slide out the booth; linking  both of yours twos hands together, fingers intertwined.

“Fine, but can I borrow your jacket?” You asked, batting your eyelashes and pouting, you knew he couldn’t resist that.

“Sure, princess” he handed you the jacket, you sliding your arms into the sleeves as it buried you. The heat almost, immediately engulfed you as you began to trek home.

“Thank you, Sweetheart” you smiled as Archie placed a gentle kiss on the crown of your head

“Anytime, darling, anytime” he smiled as you continued to walks home.

Finally, coming to a stop at your front door. Archie kissed you a goodnight as you waltzed on up the porch and turned to open the door.

“Goodnight, Archie! It was a great date night” you smiled that wide, goofy smile that just made Archie’s heart throb.

“Goodnight princess, sleep well. I’ll see you tomorrow” he stated as you shut you door and headed up to your cozy, warm, comfortable bed; to be dead to the world until morning rolls around.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any favorite people you follow? My feed is pretty low with only 5 posts a day yet I follow 20+ people. Any suggestions to artists, fashion, esthetic, etc?

Yeah I’d love to share some! There are a lot in here but I hope you find something you like :)

art blogs and comics:

  • @fuckyeahillustrativeart
    a blog that collects and showcases artists from around the net. Amazing stuff and even more art blogs can be found through this hub!
  • thisiscolossal 
    a blog that shows a lot of cool contemporary art. Less of the work featured here is from online artists, but you’ll definitely find cool stuff
  • @supersonicart
    another cool blog for contemporary stuff! this one posts more “quirky” artists than the previous one
  • @hifructosemag
    yet another quirky contemporary blog. This one is even more weird than the last haha. Some of the stuff in this blog can get into creepy territory, so warnings for weird surreal shit (unless that’s your preference like me)
  • @floccinaucinihilipilificationa 
    you’ve probably seen these comics floating around, but maybe didn’t know the artist. The “relatable anxiety bee” is from this blog, as well as the “horrible headmaster Dumbledore” comics. Hilarious stuff, and the artist rambles about their life in their tags, which are a whole other, unrelated set of wild adventures. They’re also the sweetest person ever!
  • @webcomicname
    if you’re in the mood for existential comics with weird subdued humor, this is for you lmao
  • @transgirlnextdoor
    very relatable humor for trans people, sometimes gets a little nasty but it’s all stuff we think but don’t say. Hilarious!
  • @rumwik
    posts daily! super cute and wholesome content, very good for stress-relief and anxiety-free viewing. Lots of pokemon too!
  • @k-eke
    another popular blog, but his animations are seriously so good for my mood? They always make me feel better, and he’s just the sweetest guy. If you’re a bird person, this is definitely an art blog to follow
  • @sanjanasart
    posts really calming watercolor process videos! I can get lost for hours watching her videos. Really vibrant style
  • @kevinwada
    my hero honestly. Famous for doing a lot of those High Fashion Superheroes and posts about his professional work pretty often.

art blogs from my buddies and boos:

  • @beedalee-art
    my gf Bee’s art-only blog, I’m sorry I have to be that obnoxious datemate LOL but if you like my art and stories you gotta keep up with Bee too! Our work is married to each other just like us lmao I know we’re gross
    (her personal blog is @beedalee where she sometimes answers character questions like me)
  • @cprinceart
    my buddy Cait! Again, if you follow me and are invested in my stories and characters, you should follow cait cause our stuff interlocks so often! Cait has great use of color and really well thought-out characters
  • @rienlen
    my buddy Lan! His work is fucking fantastic, he’s got amazing world-building and a very dynamic style, his characters are fun and engaging. You won’t be let down! (has a main mlm couple, if you’re looking for that!)
  • @moosopp-art
    basically my internet son LOL. Lee has a very clean and expressive style, and his comic strips are full of fun and cute character dynamics. He has several on-going comics right now (many of them also mlm content!), which you can support on his Patreon
  • @bozrat
    HJ has a super cool style and posts a lot of their art studies which are very inspiring. Gets you in the mood to study more too! They do tons of commissions and adoptables, so if you’re looking for someone who will do an amazing job on your characters, don’t be shy to commission them!
  • @dimisfit
    also has a great style! Doesn’t post as often cause she’s busy with work, but when she does it’s worth it! You might have seen her illustrations featured before on art-promo blogs. She’s also running a webcomic, which you can check out here
  • @efem-art
    my buddy fums! they’re going to school right now so they don’t post often, but when they do it’s in big bursts and there’s always so much to look at! Good variety of art, from backgrounds, to characters, to animation and fan work!
  • @frogandcog
    are a couple of my friends who run a My Little Pony fan art blog! They do tons of cool MLP paraphenalia and goodies, so if you’re into that stuff, they’re blog is definitely for you!
  • @needlepuss
    my buddy Nelly! Super cute style and does a lot of OCs from fandoms. If you’re a MLP, PreCure, IdolM@ster, Pokemon, Littlest Pet Shop, or Monster High fan, she’s got some of the coolest characters!

fashion:

  • @blackfashion
    posts very often!! A lot of the content on here is user submitted, so you can find some more blogs to follow through them if you like people’s styles (and the occasional entrepreneur fashion business)
  • @tokyo-fashion
    mainly harajuku street style, but lots of cool looks from Japan. Also posts regularly
  • @koreanmodel
    a good hub for discovering upcoming Korean models and just seeing cool photoshoots in general. Has posted some questionable content in the past (like I remember they posted blackface once… gross), so their filter isn’t the best? But they haven’t done it since so I’m not sure if they actually take feedback like that. Overall a good blog that posts often
  • @highfashionpakistan
    basically what the url says. Great stuff and lots of amazing info on the current Pakistani fashion scene. The blog owner has a huge well of knowledge of designers and models. Educational and pretty!
  • @chinesefashionlovers
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Genre: Fluff

Warning: Mild, like really mild, like this is 5th grade bad words mostly

Author’s note: I just have a really soft spot for Wonwoo okay. Like look at his dumb duck face. pls stop being cute pls

#guess who didn’t proof read again bc she’s lazy and had this idea at 1am. 

“What do I text her?” Wonwoo stares at his phone, his fingers hover over the keyboard in hesitation. He writes ‘Hi’ before changing his mind and backspacing.

Mingyu on the other hand was beginning to grow bored of this typing and backspacing routine, “Just ask her out for coffee or something.”

Wonwoo hesitates once more, “I don’t know. Here.” Wonwoo pushes his phone into Mingyu’s hands, “You write something and don’t make it stupid.”

Mingyu grins widely. His fingers begin typing away, when he finishes, Mingyu reads it happily, “Dear Lovely Y/N. Its Wonwoo and I spent 2 hours debating what to text you because I really really like you and want to date you but I’m too scared to do anything. Also Mingyu is the best person in the entire world. He’s my best best friend.”

Wonwoo shot up from his seat attempting to get his cell phone back only to have Mingyu giggle as he runs out the door, waving the cell teasingly.

“Kim Mingyu I swear to god if you send that I’m locking your ass out.”

Mingyu slows down his pace, laughing loudly, “Oh come on. You know I wouldn’t send it.” Mingyu holds the phone, getting ready to backspace the entire paragraph, only, his finger brushes against the sent button and the text flies out to be sent, “Uh oh.”

“Uh oh what?” Wonwoo stands with his hands on his hips, as he breathes heavily from the chase.

“I may have sent the text by accident.”

“What!”

Mingyu uneasily laughs, “Maybe she’ll find it funny.”

“Or maybe she’ll find me a creep and never talk to me again!!”

“Oh!” Mingyu jumps quickly to Wonwoo, “Look, she hasn’t read it yet.”

Wonwoo grabs his phone, hope filling in his voice, “That’s right! She’s in class. She never looks at her phone in class. Okay Okay. You know what, Seungkwan is in her class, I’ll just tell him to get her phone and delete the text.”

Seungkwan idly taps his finger on the table. He was growing bored and the many attempts to distract you weren’t working anymore. His eyes perk up when he sees his phone come to life.

Wonwoo: Get Y/N’s phone and delete the last text I sent her

Seungkwan remains puzzled for a moment.

Seungkwan: why?

Wonwoo: Just do it before I tell Jihoon you’re the one who broke his guitar

Seungkwan jumps immediately in his seat. His actions gaining your attention. You give him a concerned look only to receive a very nervous expression from him.

“Hey Y/N. Can I borrow your phone?”

A skeptical look appears on your face, “why? You have yours right there.”

“I…..I wanna play a game.” Seungkwan whispers.

“No!” You protest, “We’re in class Seungkwan. Pay attention.”

Seungkwan sits nervously for the rest of the class period. His eyes dart continuously towards you, his nerves becoming more agitated. Once the teacher announced the end of class, Seungkwan was quick to his feet.

“Hey why don’t we go to lunch together.”

You smiled, “Sure why not.” You casually pulled out your phone, turning it on to check for notifications, “Oh Wonwoo texted me.”

Seungkwan panics. His hands wrap itself around your phone, ripping it from your grasp before he darts towards the door.

“What the. BOO SEUNGKWAN!” You quickly move after him.

“I’m sorry Y/N but I can’t die by Jihoon’s hands today.”

Seungkwan begins to run out of breath until his last line of hope steps out of a class room.

“Hansol!” Seungkwan slams into the boy, he places your cell phone into Hansol’s hand, “Run!”

“What?”

Seungkwan breathes heavily, hardly getting the words out, “Go find Wonwoo. Give him the phone. Quick! Before she kills me.” Seungkwan shoves Hansol’s back when he hears you shout once more, “GO!”

You ran out of breath as you caught up to Seungkwan, you watched as Hansol dart away with your cell phone, “HANSOL IM GOING TO KILL YOU THE NEXT TIME I SEE YOU!” You turned to Seungkwan, grabbing him my the neck of his shirt, “You better have a really good reason for this or else you’ll be seeing Hansol in hell.”

Wonwoo sits biting his finger, it had been almost an hour and he hadn’t heard back from Seungkwan nor had he heard from you. Just as he was about to call Seungkwan for an update, the pounding on the door shook him.

Upon opening the door, an exhausted and out of breath Hansol trudged in, slapping your phone into Wonwoo’s hand before crawling onto the nearby couch.

“I never want to run again.” Hansol mutters before his face slams into the cushions.

“Isn’t this Y/N’s phone?” Wonwoo earns himself a grunt and a wave from Hansol, “What the hell. I told Seungkwan to delete the text not commit a crime.”

Hansol waves once more and Wonwoo realizes he won’t be receiving a respond from the boy for a while.

Wonwoo activates your cell and immediately a smile crosses his face. Your home screen displayed a picture he distinctly remembers Jihoon capturing for his photography project. Your lips spread out into a large smile, your body leans closely to Wonwoo, his eyes focused soley onto you as you laughed. Wonwoo’s heart swelled at the imagine.

“JEON WONWOO!!” Your voice boomed in the apartment, a whining seungkwan cried out as you dragged him by the ear. You noticed Hansol sprawled on the couch, “I’ll deal with you later. Where’s Wonwoo.”

“Here.” Wonwoo states as he exits his room.

You let go of Seungkwan and he rubs his ear to lessen the pain, “what the hell. Did you really send Seungkwan and Hansol to steal my phone.”

“I wasn’t in on this.” Hansol shouts from his laid spot.

“What’s so important about this text.”

Wonwoo rubs the back of his head sheepishly, “It’s…..” Wonwoo hands you your phone slowly, “It’s better if you read it.“ 

You’re cautious as you grab your phone, unlocking it, you pull open Wonwoo’s text message. A few seconds pass before laughter erupts from your mouth. Wonwoo’s cheeks heat up tremendously with your cackle.

You hold your stomach, containing the laughter, "this is it? Mingyu used your phone to send me a text. What’s so wrong with that that you had these two idiots run around with my phone.”

Wonwoo begins to play with his fingers nervously, “It’s more than that. I really did spend 2 hours wondering what to text you.” Wonwoo watches as you stop laughing completely, “I….I like you. Go on a date with me sometime. Maybe?”

Your heart flutters and you smile widely, “O-Of course.”

“That’s it!?!” Seungkwan screamed, “I was threatened, ran like a mile, and got my ear dragged over here just so you could get a date.” Seungkwan dramatically falls next to Hansol, “I hate everyone.”

Peraltiago Headcanon #2

So the day that Amy has to start desk-duty only when she’s pregnant is the most dreaded day in the history of the 99. Everyone, and I mean everyone (even Hitchcock and Scully), have been fearing this day. So when Jake runs into the precinct 10 minutes early with a terrified look on his face none of them are surprised. They aren’t surprised at what he says next either:
“Listen up everyone! I don’t care what is going on, what drama is up in your life, because this woman will cut your head off. So don’t say anything to offend her because she will kill you. Also Charles please don’t eat lunch in the bullpen today because your food stinks for realz”
However, they are all surprised when 5 minutes later Jake comes back up with what seems like a perfectly normal (even more enthusiastic about work than usual) Amy Santiago. She just sits down at her desk and starts to work. Meanwhile Jake is staring holes into the top of her head to the point where he gets less work done than usual (but to be honest how much work did he do before?). It gets to the point where even Rosa has to pull her aside and have a semi-heartfelt talk. To which Amy’s response is “Rosa I’m fine. It’s just paperwork. I love paperwork”
This goes on for a week or so when suddenly everything crashes.
Amy now comes in trudging after her husband in his old NYPD academy sweatshirt holding a decaf coffee (something that scares the living crap out of Charles until Jake reassures him that “no Charles there is no caffeine in it. Yes I bought it. Yes I checked with the barista. Charles it won’t DONT TALK ABOUT MY WIFE’S PLACENTA CHARLES”). Amy now sits at her desk filling out paperwork with the speed of a tortoise. She no longer asks if she can fill out anyone else’s work for them. It gets to the point where she is volunteering for door duty (to which the answer is no. From both the captain and Jake “babe, there could be a murderer at one of the doors” “I’m pretty sure that there isn’t. It’s a senior retirement community”).
But when she has to finally take maternity leave is when the monster in her is finally unleashed. (She still comes to the precinct. Not as “Detective Santiago” but as “Jake’s wife only here to bring him lunch and totally not to work on a case, Terry do not unplug my computer!”)
She ends up going into labor at the precinct while Jake and Charles are on a stakeout. Jake of course freaks out when he sees the 30+ voicemails from Amy, Rosa, Terry, Gina, and Holt. Most of them being along the lines of
“hey babe so I think I’m in labor. Please get back here”
“Dude, your wife’s in labor.”
“Jake, your baby is being born! This is the best day of your life, where are you?”
“Jake so your wife is pushing out your fetus as we speak. Wait what no it’s just contractions. Get here soon. This is disgusting. Also someone stole all the gum in your desk and it totally wasn’t me. Bye boo”
“Jacob, it seems as though Santiago has gone into labor with your child. She would like to know where you are. Would you like me to help her or do I make her too uncomfortable?”
By the time Jake and Charles get back to the precinct Amy’s contractions are about 6 minutes apart and Charles is freaking out for the both of them. After they get to the hospital it takes about another 3 hours for the baby to be born
“I take back what I said, Sarge, THIS has to be the longest birth ever. And this prison doesn’t even have free wifi, ugh”
Everyone is in a nervous-yet-sluggish mood, that is until Jake comes running out the double doors leading to the maternity wing screaming “It’s a girl! I’ve got a daughter! I did it!”
Hugs and handshakes are passed all around. Even Gina cries a little the first time she sees the “either most awesome or most boring child in the world, there is no in between”.
Even Kevin visits “she doesn’t have your nose, Jacob, that is an accomplishment”.
The day ends with Amy and Jake snuggled up in her too-small hospital bed and their little girl sleeping peacefully beside them surrounded with flowers and gifts from her many aunts, uncles, and “Grandpas Ray and Kevin” (Holt totally doesn’t cry “it’s just allergies, Kevin, 30% of the population experiences it” (despite the fact that it’s winter))

Get Down had me crying like a bish!

I can’t describe how much I love this series. How much respect for it I have. It’s so much of our culture with this important subtexts and messages.

I mean take the finale episode for example - the big get together throw down scene! Even though I’m black and I have interest in just about all the eras when it comes to music it’s still easy to forget how much music - our music - has transformed. It’s easy to forget that we invented a lot of shit even though that’s often been stolen and watered down for others. Music for blacks has always been this element that’s just reigned supreme - no matter what part of our history you look at music has been founding. Music has also transformed our way of dance of course - one thing I love about the get down is its highlight of disco dance in our culture. Because yes be-boying is something that’s populated from that time and while disco music is often brought up on movies that highlight that era (about blacks)…the dance form is often left to the wayside or night shined on. And the fact that the disco king (who refers to himself as such) is someone that always has his finger on the trigger, is my favorite thing. I was so jazzed when there was a battle between hip-hop and disco - because that’s real. One washed the other out before something else came along and affected that thing too (rap). Plus that scene was fucking epic.

Can I also say I’m here for them bringing girls to the mic and having them do hip hop and not just singing disco! I was sooo amped. And baby was referenced as Queen and I dug that too with all the kingdom talks of kings. Ra-Ra is so precious. I love that every member has their role - there own superpower and everytime he creates a plan he’s just like a genius Cinnabon who can do no wrong.

I cried so many times for fucking Shaolin in part 2. I def liked him more this time around. He was more human, more real. You guys know I love my broken baes. My heart broke for him a million times over. Zeke made him believe they were ride or die, that they were family that he could lean on him and the Kiplings and then he turned his back and walked away. He spent his childhood and adulthood being raped by Annie, running drugs for her, surviving alone. He says in one episode - “You’ve never seen me out with a girl, on dates and holding hands, I don’t know nothin bout that shit.” - this part shows is just how Annie has affected him. When he goes to find Dizzee at Thor’s and he’s sees into D’s world/his sexuality we get subtext that maybe Shao’s sexuality ain’t the lady killer as he makes it - he also refers to Dizz as his brother (his alien brother) and we see him refer to the members as his brothers a few times (showing his opening up). When he lets Boo start to run drugs for him, it’s not out of greed or malice it’s because Boo was gonna be in that life regardless of what anyone said and Shao felt like he was better under his care than someone else’s. Its also because Boo hit him with that relatable - they’re gonna leave us one day and I ain’t got no college to go to - line. Zeke often has one foot in and one foot out where Shao is concerned. He had many people in his ear warning him about how bad Shao was. So hearing him out was never on the table. Mentally I couldn’t help but say it’s because you love him when Shao asked zeke what’s stopping him from fucking zeke up right then since they aren’t family, because that’s what it really was. He had stood in front of Zeke and once again stripped himself bare by revealing a part of himself he never showed anyone else (his real name) and Zeke used that against him - telling him things that deep down he believed himself. And then to see him go back to Annie! Gah! I cried and cried and then that bitch shot the kitten! Man….they had me fucked up with this season/part.

Can I give a honorary mention for the fact that it was this shared reality that made homie give up trying to get Shao to come back and sign that paper. That scene was so important.

Last but not least - my baby Dizzee and in part his baby Thor! My boo was somber this season/part. We also didn’t get a lot of him because jaden’s time allot was different/his contract. But I still love this shit! Paint nails, crazy philosophy, considered weird and still a rebel at heart. Diz had to settle more into his own sexuality this season/part. Thors locked up and Diz is taking a stone cold break from his street art and even his old friends. For some reason his father feels like he’s the bad one (ha). It just seems like he’s a little disconnected and trying to keep his head down while making comic sketches for his jailbird boyfriend. That all of course changes when Thor gets out. It’s clear he doesn’t want his family to know about his sexuality or his relationship with Thor. And they’re so stupid they’re still calling Thor his friend even though he took that step towards him before he passed out, repeatedly draws him, spends all his time with him, and draws him hearts with spray pain in the air…he just doesn’t wanna lose those close to him. He doesn’t think they’ll accept him. You could see the fear dropping off of him when Shao walked into Thor’s place and saw everything - from the way he glanced from his Rumi paintings to a sleeping Thor. Rumi is a metaphor for his own sexuality but it was easy to read between the lines in that room. Diz’s art is a very important part of him. It’s how he communicates, how he tells his stories. Like music and dance art (def street art) is a big part of the culture and The Get Down used all 3 to triangle eachother in a nice way. Music, dance, art, they were all a rebellion and art was Diz’s preferred form. It was what originally bonded him and Thor (and can I say how cute it is that Thor supports him and amazed by his performance both with a mic in his hand or an art tool!). I’m gonna have to talk about Dizzee again cause they had me all the way fucked up with that ending. Dizzee is my fav and I’m just not…it’s not where I’m at - at all. It’s frustrating to love this shit so much and know it prob won’t be renewed. Like…ugh. Five fucking episodes - it wasn’t enough! And don’t even get me started on the domesticated house scene of pure freedom and elation as Dizzee and Thor painted each other.

Everything had me crying like a baby and that finale had me wtfing all over the place.

Scandal 6x11 -’Consequences’

This is my second review of this episode, the first one I wrote was partly deleted  so I’m sad but I will take this as a good thing so lets begin. This episode doesn’t let up from the 100 but is a continuance of its brilliance. Bravo Shonda and the Writer and the Cast and Crew, this is Scandal we know and love. I never doubted this show and the story but it’s so refreshing to see it play out before our eyes.

I wrote an entire recap of this episode, scene after scene but as I looked at it I felt that I was just typing what we all can see. Something I do not wish to do.

Scandal’s protagonist and main character is Olivia Pope. We are introduced to her by Quinn Perkins but it was always Olivia’s story interacting with these other characters that made us feel a connection with her. Loving a person who you are not supposed to love is something most can relate to on some level, being a advocate and fighter for the unjust, these were all godly and beautiful traits that made us view Olivia as perfect and in many ways she was at one time, but nobody is perfect even someone as perfect as Olivia Pope. For the past 6 seasons we have seen the rise and fall of not just Olivia Pope, but almost every character, like Cyrus said those who stay in Washington tend to become corrupted as the leeches come out and absorb the last drop of humanity you have. We have witnessed acrimonious crimes from everyone but the beauty of scandal is not to showcase the disembodiment of human values but the will to overcome them and live.

Olivia:

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Olivia has been on quite a self journey this season, she has endured more than what we truly see and there have been times where I wondered if and when she will come back to us and fight to live and not fear the unknown, the fear of failing and not being able to clean up the mess. A women that once prided herself on being a ‘fixer’, a person that honored wearing ‘the white hat’ had been deduced to a criminal, a whore, and a liar. Olivia has lied, cheated and killed for the White House, killed for the power she believed it would bring her. Olivia thought that love would heal and fix her but her issues run deeper than love but requires self love, something we know she has yet to accomplish. But throughout this ordeal Olivia has watched love and time pass her by while she remained stagnant like a record, something had to change. Olivia has to change. The dream Olivia had where saying ‘no’ actually meant saying ‘yes’, changed her perspective about life and love. In her dream, Olivia said  ‘Yes’ to love, yes to being a person, yes to living a authentic life, and finally yes to having hope. The dream that Olivia is holding onto in her mind, that it is possible has brought a resurgence of life and light back into her. But as we already know; it’s hard. It’s not easy picking the pieces of up after you worked endlessly to destroy them. This is where we find Olivia.

Olitz

Olivia is trying to clean up the mess she has made, the mess she has allowed to spread. But every sweep of the hand leads to a further mess.  We see Olivia telling Mellie that she needs to concede and let Cyrus take his place at the oval. Mellie cannot win this election, she is now tainted. No good can come from Mellie winning and that they (Olivia and Mellie) must put on the ‘White Hat’ and do what is right once and for all.  While Olivia is ready to change, some our not. To which Mellie remarks that Olivia needs “to get off your cross.” Reminding Olivia that she is not a good person after all she has stole a few elections and murdered someone. Olivia and Mellie have grown close to one another in the absences of Fitz, both looked at the other and saw themselves, neither required the other to be good or apologize for their ruthless behavior but Olivia is just now getting a taste of this pseudo friendship forged by personal gain and greed. Already Olivia has begun to incur disappointment and pain as she works cleaning up her mess.

Olivia has found herself back at the white house, telling Fitz that Mellie is understandably upset and that this is a trying time for her having to give up on her dream but she believes she will get through this. But Fitz sees through Olivia’s transparency and commands Olivia to ‘come here’ the same sentiment Olivia said after Big Jerry’s funeral. Olivia takes solace and comfort in the one person who can give it to her. Olivia no longer shields herself from his open invitation but walks into the embrace and after a moment of silence she admits “I wanted this. I needed this.” Fitz then responds that Olivia “deserves this” which causes her to quickly remove herself from the hug for two reasons. 1) Olivia doesn’t deserve this office, she doesn’t deserve the oval after what she has done, it is hard to come back after such darkness and Olivia is not worthy of this oval, yet. 2) she doesn’t deserve this right here. There is a obvious change in Olivia and FItz’s dynamic since he came to her and told her that he forgave her, there is a tangible spark flying between them but Olivia can’t allow herself to think to deeply into this moment with him, so she leaves bidding Fitz goodnight.

@scandaledit

With each step Olivia makes towards working on herself, she is faced with a deeper and harder obstacle. Cyrus newly free from prison is trying to adjust to the world he is reentering and the world he just left. Olivia finds herself at Cyrus’s hotel door with suits intact, and demand that he become a gladiator in a suit and fight for his dream and become President. 

Cyrus got his ass beat in jail, not to mention his reputation is ruined but he also appears to be suffering from some PTSD.  And you expect him to forgive you Olivia after you told him to pay his dues. There was a choice, Olivia had the information needed to exonerate Cyrus and to free him from the the charges he did not commit but Olivia opted not to, instead she choice to watch him burn for a crime he is not guilty of, but that is not to say that Cyrus is not guilty of sins and crimes, but prison while was horrendous does feel like a satisfying restitution. Olivia has conjured in her mind that because she has seen the light that everyone else must too, but not everyone is wanting or willing to change. Cyrus reminds Olivia that she had an opportunity to save him but she decided to turn the other way.  Good for Cyrus, Olivia feels guilty of course but just because she is Olivia Pope does not mean she warrants forgiveness automatically.

While Olivia is able to conjure through her issues and forge through the shame and regret, there is one obstacle that has proven more difficult to surpass. Rowan. Olivia floats into Rowan’s prison and he quickly reminds Olivia that ‘it has been far too long since they last talked’ and it has. Rowan’s influence over Olivia is thawing and he is aware of his borrowed time if he doesn’t act now, like Olivia said ‘survival of the fittest’. As Rowan talks about a fossil, the fossil he and Sandra were working, Rowan chokes back emotions with the mention of Sandra, but why was Rowan welcoming of love yet he denies his daughter the very same feeling? As Rowan talks he brings his last piece that he will fix (Olivia) and request that Olivia joins him in the box a subtle reminder that Olivia is imprisioned just like him and that if she continues the crusade of justice then she will have to watch Rowan die because the only reason they have kept him alive is because of the influence he has over Olivia. Instead of being smart prey, Rowan will be extinct something he does not approve or desire. But Rowan is right this isn’t about ‘winning’ Olivia, while she has made progress  she is still one track minded, winning is not the goal but living. Olivia is desperately trying to turn back the hands of time and reset her dreams that have failed to be met yet, but as she is doing this she is failing to miss the life she had let go in the process. Decisions are easy to make but it is the consequences that are hard to embrace, some much time has been spent focusing on these frivolous things that she is missing the gift that life could bring. But to my surprise Olivia comes out of the box (temporarily) and tells Rowan he will see her soon, because after all it is ‘survival of the fittest’

Olitz

With her faith tested once again, Olivia looks to Fitz as inspiration, her unbeknownst muse guiding her through these obstacles. Olivia once again comes to Fitz and tells him about Mellie and how this isn’t her acting this way but it is. This is Mellie, selfish, entitled, opportunist looking for the easy way instead of the right way. Olivia moves closer to Fitz invading his personal space as she is telling him gently that she went to see her father, but Fitz doesn’t wish to hear it and rightfully so. Olivia reminds Fitz that she forgave Abby and that people do terrible things and while this is true Olivia should never expect or ask Fitz to forgive the man who has purposely attempted to destroy his life by not only killing his son, but ruining his relationship with Olivia. 

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I’m annoyed with Olivia at this moment, somehow Olivia has deduced Rowan to something he is not and now she expects Fitz to turn the other cheek and save a man who has made it his mission to ruin his life just because he fell in love with his daughter. 

Fitz

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Fitz is showing up for Cyrus and fixing his life. That’s my boo. Fitz is not just talking but practicing what he preaches, ‘they don’t have to be these people anymore’ Fitz can be the man he was always destined to be, honorable, compassionate, integrity these virtues that Olivia responded to in such a profound way. For the Fitz  and olitz haterz, have you not seen the light cascading on those perfect curls, or how Fitz is surrounded by light and even bringing life and light back into people. *cough cyrus* *cough Olivia * this is done for purpose, you see Fitz has wrestled with his demons and has been in the eye of the storm for 8 years that even with the destruction around him he can still see the light at the in end of the tunnel. So him opening the blinds and letting light into Cyrus’s room is on purpose. Fitz is the source of light in this depleted and dejected group, he is the unsung hero.

I don’t deserve to be president. You don’t spend a decade in Washington without committing a few sins. I have committed more than a few. I was thrown in prison and it made sense. When my friends abandoned me and my husband left me. That made sense. It all made sense. So what if I hadn’t killed Frankie? I lied. I pursued my own agenda. I let my daughter down. Prison then a treason charge. It was a relief because I knew I was unworthy except three days ago, I was released. Cleared. Told go out there Cy tell them you deserve  to be president but I know  I don’t. Because nobody deserves to be president certainly not the people that often try to be president. Except for Frankie. He was different. The people saw it. It’s why he won and maybe it’s why we lost him. In his absence I offer you something far more meager. My flaws and my service. Frankie Vargas loved this country he embodied the best of our values: humility, kindness. Unworthy as I am. His hopes has become my compass.

This monologue is perfectly symbolic of the people watching: Fitz, Abby, and Olivia and can easily describe all of them and the struggle to be worthy. Yes. This is scandal. As Cyrus talks you can see the proud look on Fitz, Abby and Olivia’s face as they watch Cyrus  admit the truth about his sins. No, he didn’t kill Frankie but he has killed other people and that itself is not something to forget.  It’s when you are down and out that you gain a deeper appreciation of what life has to offer. This is the same music Fitz had for his state of the union speech. The mood is infectious and our spirits are high and suddenly the light has returned and everything appears clearer now. Cyrus appears strong and ignited but the test has truly yet to come. 

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Cyrus speech is beautiful and speaks to everyone watching, most importantly Olivia and Abby who have reunited and are sitting across from one another. The alternate reality while was a dream does put life and family into perspective for Olivia. Like her alternate reality Olivia is now surrounding herself with people with a positive influence on her( Fitz and Abby) and removing those who chose to stay in the darkness and refuse to change(Mellie and Jake )  this is growth and I’m happy to see Olivia on this path of redemption. Yes, many of these characters are looking to redeem themselves for the sins of their past. But seeing the error of there ways is why some will prosper as the others will perish. But interestingly though Olivia wasn’t off with her alternate reality dream, Mellie is forever consumed with her own personal greed and gain that she fails to see the moves being played in front of her and also is accepting of the ploys just as long as she wins. In the dream Mellie sold her soul to Cyrus and Rowan to become president but now it has come into fruition but this time the stakes are far more terrifying.

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Mellie calls Olivia in shock at seeing lizzy bear dead by Peus and Real Bitch and she tries to apologize but Mellie this is on you. You got in bed with the devil, so get your ass a pillow and blanket and lay in the damn bed! I hate it when people come to Olivia after the destruction to be like “you were right”  of course she was right, you have blood in your eye because your team Me. Everyone in this group places Olivia on this ridiculously high pedestal where they see her as their savior but who saves Olivia if she is saving them?

Jake

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Angela:

Here comes Angela in the residence telling Fitz that she is going to be arresting Olivia and taking her in for questioning since she found her name linked to Tom with the swiss bank account. Fitz tells her that she is looking at Olivia for personal reasons and this girl has the nerve to call my baby a ’boy’. Yeah Fitz was diverging but come on girl. Angela needs to show some respect, that is the president and you are going to call him a boy and act as if your job as the FBI director is superior than the president. Take yo ass out of here, With that baloney! But this moment serves meaning to something far greater than the two of them but what Olivia means to Fitz, he has been dating Angela yet his heart still lies with Olivia. Fitz tried to remove Olivia from the ring of fire but he wasn’t successful and the idea of Olivia going to jail for others causes Fitz to go into a tail spin.

@scandaledit

Fitz brings Olivia to the oval to tell her about Angela looking into her as being a suspect for Vargas murder and that she will be placing Olivia under arrest since they found the money. Fitz is trying to calm down the situation but Olivia is happy because then it will cause the FBI to look into this scandal and with Mellie’s campaign manger arrested for framing Tom then Mellie won’t be able to become president. 

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Olivia, what are you doing? Did Jake choke you again and cut off your oxygen supply, are you having a heat stroke from always wearing those hot ass coats? This isn’t logical thinking. Fitz can’t stand the fact that Olivia is placing herself on the cross for her father who shot Frankie, but what Fitz doesn’t know is that Olivia is not just sacrificing herself for Rowan but for everyone, Mellie, Abby, Huck, Cyrus and finally herself. This is Olivia’s way of paying her dues and bringing equilibrium back into this world. It’s a symbolic gesture for Olivia looking to seek redemption for her horrible sins and guilt. Olivia owning and taking responsibility for her actions is the best thing but this isn’t the way to do it and Fitz is able to see that. Fitz notes that Olivia is always the smartest person in the room until now. To which Oliva says she’s sorry. This is the second sorry I have heard from Olivia in this episode. She said it to Cyrus and now she is saying it to Fitz. For a person who never truly apologized before she seems to finally see the devastation and her part in it all but this isn’t just Olivia’s problem or burden to bear. 

@dontfrget

I really want to dive into Olivia and Fitz’s dynamics during this moment. Something has changed between them where they are in each other’s orbit once again but there is this ease to them that makes me nostalgic.  Olivia walks to the window and as Fitz is talking about her soon to be warrant she appears to be taking this all in, and seems happy at settling the score but there is no good deed without punishment. Fitz is adamant that Rowan is the one whose head they need on a spike not Olivia’s. Olivia counters that Rowan is old and weak, but was Rowan weak when he killed Fitz’s son? Was Rowan weak when he told you that you were dead to him? Was Rowan old when he gave Abby your personal information regarding your abortion? Was Rowan weak then? Because he most certainly was not when he killed the President-Elect, you see Rowan was going to kill Vargas regardless of Olivia because the last thing he wants is to be extinct. But Olivia saw this as an act of kindness, a sacrifice her father did to save her but is that really so? Olivia is changing and she wants her father to change with her for the better because if he can change after all these years of being despicable and cruel then maybe just maybe there is hope for her too.

Originally posted by empirefoxtv

But none of this right or just. Olivia will be in prison for the rest of her young life while the people she knows will continue to move on with theres. Olivia will pay the ultimate sacrifice by giving up her life and her freedom, her chance at happiness for a chance at redemption which would not be redeeming considering Vargas would still be dead and nothing will be resolved, this wouldn’t stop Peus but just be a minor bump in the road.

If Olivia is in jail, then Fitz would lose her forever and the hope he still has for the two of them. Fitz isn’t just referring to losing Olivia as a lover, but he values her life, her existence is important and the idea of squandering it for nothing is absurd. Again the question comes back to who will save Olivia? Does anyone care about her existence? Fitz’s outburst causes Olivia to stop and look at Fitz and see that her feelings for him aren’t one sided. This moment parallels to 3x17 when Maya was plotting to kill Fitz and Olivia needed him safe otherwise how would she survive ? How can she live knowing that the man she loves is dead when she could have saved him, she pleaded with Fitz and he went ahead with campaign causing Olivia to show up for him and save him. This is Fitz’s turn saving Olivia from herself. Just like Mellie told Olivia “get off your cross”, Olivia does need to get off her cross. Now isn’t the time to play martyr.  Now is not the time to give up. It’s time to fight.

Originally posted by mividalocafam

Did someone say Omaha?!? Fitz done got Broad fired and is taking over the investigation. So Broad, whose the

boy

 now! I’m gonna pack her some moisturizer and leave in conditioner cause she gonna need it in Omaha! I just want to applaud Fitz for doing the right thing and taking charge, not only did Fitz handle Angela but he also handled Olivia. Yes. 

Destiny

The alternate reality showed how circumstances plays a role in how we present ourselves to the world but also shows that some things are simply inevitable. Mellie is being voted in and just as she appears somewhat happy at becoming the president she sees the blood under her chin and is brought back to reality that she  is now trapped as she was in the dream. Mellie didn’t win this election and she doesn’t deserve it but it’s like the old saying goes “be careful what you wish for”.  Destiny has also seemed to have come full circle for Olivia as she runs to her dad only to find him handcuffed with orders from the White House. Angry and outraged Olivia swarms to the residence yelling at Fitz for arresting her father when she asked him not to and as a finale dig she tells Fitz that choosing between her dad and him he will lose, but Fitz ignores her rant and tells her “are you gonna stop yelling at me” as he turns on the screen to show Olivia her dad safely tucked in the oval. Rowan looks up at the camera and you can see his displeasure and his knowing glare but Fitz turns the tv off and turns to Olivia who has her head down in relief, regret, and this unexplainable love with tears in her eyes at what Fitz has just done for her.  She’s obviously overcome with emotion as she lets out a audibly sigh of relief and remorse. Fitz hates Rowan no doubt about it but he loves Olivia more than he hates him and so he saved him to save Olivia.  That’s love people.

You see. Olivia was still under this preconceived notion that she can’t have it all. That she must always chose between one or the other. She doesn’t have to chose and the beauty of it all is that Fitz never asked her too because he knows and respects that for whatever reason Olivia loves her father and he wouldn’t force her to pick aside but simply stand by her side through it all. But the problem with this is all stems from Olivia. Olivia is a hypocrite she told Fitz that he doesn’t tell her what to do yet she expected him to follow her orders and then finally she brings up having to chose between the two most important men in her life, that Fitz is the one making her chose between Rowan and him, yet it is actually Olivia that is making Fitz chose.  And Olivia sees it now just how much he loves her. As Diana Ross ‘ain’t no mountain high enough" plays through the background it does correlate to the actual setting.  Olivia stares at Fitz tenderly as she tries to control her feelings but she looks at his lips and you feel every bit of yearning she has to be with him. The wheels are turning in Olivia’s head as she looks at Fitz, all of these missed opportunities to seize life, regretful choices that she made in the heat of the moment, all those moments when she could have done something but she didn’t.

@bananadome

Olivia jumped to conclusions, voicing her contempt to the man that has always loved her despite her not loving herself. Fitz has never tried to steer Olivia in the wrong direction but subtly guide her through this journey we call life. Held back by this forceful magnitude called opposition.Focused on proving herself right by ‘winning’ Olivia has lost sight of the person she always wanted to be. Decisions are quick to make but it’s the  Consequences Olivia. In this process of ‘winning’ Olivia has yet to see how much life has passed her by. After all this time, Fitz is still the one. She is at his mercy. She feels vulnerable because of him, like he carved her open and placed the light inside her so he could find her even when life becomes dark and she can’t see the way. How can she not be moved by this man sitting beside her. This intrinsic feeling burning inside her that now is the time to seize the moment. Looking into his benevolent eyes it has drastically altered her state of mind. Throwing caution to the wind Olivia grabs Fitz’s face in her’s and kisses him passionately, breathlessly. 

@dontfrget
What sweet torture their union always brings. Her lips dance along his soft petals slowly erasing all others with only her lips as his solitary token. The unshed tears threatening to come down at the taste of his lips merging with hers. This sudden moment of realization that this is finally happening after being parted for so long. None of this could have been predicted, Fitz wasn’t expecting anything from Olivia he most certainly wasn’t expecting her to kiss him, overwhelmed by Fitz’s act of love and general concern for her wellbeing, Olivia seizes the moment. You see in her dream that felt like reality, Olivia tried to give Fitz freedom and happiness, a choice to let him make his own decisions. We all know Fitz’s monologue was everything Olivia wishes to say but can’t find it within herself to speak. Fitz tried to give Olivia freedom, a choice, happiness and she squander it because she wasn’t ready to face the obstacles that life would take. Fitz has saved Olivia from making the biggest mistake of her life. Life has given her a second chance. The familiar curve of his lips morphing with hers is a painful reminder of what she was just willing to give up. Olivia has sacrificed for others isn’t it time she does something for herself. I mean how many second chances can one person get?

Like in the dream where Olivia is guiding Fitz into the room, that no one is privileged to see inside, she is now doing the same but this time it’s not a dream. For once Olivia is doing something for herself.

 Finally a little piece of happiness has found Olivia once again. The test has yet to come.

During Phil’s latest live show on the 16th of March 2017, he spent a few minutes (30.30-35.20) just ranting about his degrees and his university experience. I loved that bit so much that I wrote down the first part of the “quote” and posted it here on Tumblr and the last couple of days, I’ve just been smiling so wide at all the tags people have added when reblogging. I think it’s safe to say we all loved that bit and it brought inspiration and smiles to so many.

I’ve compiled a list of all the tags on the quote post so far. It’s quite long so you can read them all below the cut. It took ages but it was so calming to read through all the love and appreciation written in the tags. If you don’t feel comfortable being part of this list, message me and I’ll remove you immediately! I don’t mean to make anyone uncomfortable.

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[Untitled]: Tom x Black Reader

I couldn’t think of a title…

Reader is upset that Tom won’t go public about their relationship.

Warnings: Cursing…


“Fuck you Tom-“ You pushed past him but he wouldn’t let you leave. “Y/N!”

“Don’t say my name! Especially when you can’t even claim me in public.” You yanked your arm from his grip and rushed down the dark sidewalk of New York.  The day was going so perfectly. You got your final grades and you had straight A’s, you got a free coffee, and your long time boyfriend flew in and spent the entire day with you. He was flying in for the premiere of Spider-man and invited you.

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[request] [scenario] home

Originally posted by beautifulcarats

((was this… accomodating OTL i am so drained from studying ;; i luv u cheese anon))

Title: home

Member: seungkwan

Genre: fluff fluff fluff // domestic au + established relationship 

Word Count: 1007

Seungkwan feels like he’s finally gone insane after being in the practice room for six hours straight, perfecting Soonyoung’s choreography for Highlight, which, by the way, is the most exhausting song he’s ever danced to. His feet ache, his thighs hurt, and his lungs burn.

He swears if he hears Soonyoung call him out for not bending his knees low enough, he’s going to bend Soonyoung in half.

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goodqueenalys  asked:

yayyyy PROMPTS! could you maybe hit me with a little bellarke + people noticing/pointing out that they can't have a conversation or stand near each other without their noses basically touching?? thanks boo!

Special thanks to @thelovelylights who graciously helped me with some Spanish so that Raven felt more authentically Latinx. 

If you have something you’d like me to write you I have a ship list and I’m totally taking prompts

Orbit
rated teen for kissin’ 
[or read it on AO3]

The whole walk back to Arkadia takes longer than it needs to. But neither of them seem prepared to move away from each other. They walk so close that their knuckles brush and finally Bellamy hooks a long finger around hers. His skin his warm and Clarke finds herself curling her hand into his, leeching heat off his skin. Jaha glances over his shoulder at them periodically, favouring his arm against his side. Maybe checking to see that they’re still following at the slow steady pace which allows them to walk side by side, to match his long strides to her shorter ones.

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Just a Little Evil

Here’s an Anti fic! 
So this is a sort of sequel to Just a little Anger and also I’m throwing in another request because it also has something to do with this topic! 
Also, I sorta forgot that I was planning to do a part 2. Sorry!
Hope you guys enjoy!

Fic Requests: 

- “Hey! Can we like maybe get a part 2 to just a little anger where the reader goes fully dark. Thank you for all that you do! You are wonderful”

-“It was like an Anti were him and the reader had been in a relationship for a long time but this entity like Anti tries to overcome the reader and one day is successful. At first it’s just trying to be the reader but it quickly becomes fascinated with Anti as as soon as he realise it isn’t her it kinda toys with him and her body.”

P.S: (I sorta go off the requests again, sorry. I tried to keep it close.)

Originally posted by brittany-san

The Entity’s PO:
The little meat-sack was easy to possess. It only took a few weeks, easing into her mind, worming my essence into her bloodstream. 
So foolish. Oblivious. 
She was so plain too. Her lifestyle was simple to replicate and her friends were just as moronic as the girl. 
An easy home with a simple host.
You might as well serve them on a silver platter. 
But, I had to wait. Be patient and cover my tracks. Because the girl, even how mundane she was, had acquired the affections of one such as me.
He was different than the other’s I had encountered. He was unaware of my presence and he treated the meat-sack with as much respect and adoration as he did himself. 
Anti, was what the girl called him. And he was marvelous
An odd creature, I’d purr to myself as the girl slept beside him. How does such a tedious creature keep a God under its thumb?
The power that raged inside the other entity was almost blinding to witness. He used it for the human’s entertainment, leisure and even use it during their intimate moments. 
It made me jealous, angry. Such magnificent power should not go to waste on something that evolved from an ape. 
As my power grew, it became harder to keep control of her emotions. Too much anger and she’d lose it. My power, mixing with the chemicals in her brain, fired her up like a pistol. 
And on one unfortunate day, I had allowed her rage to slip my grasp, and she pummeled another human’s face. 
The girl was fired and she returned home with a storm in her wake. But not all had ended badly. 
The one called Anti had enjoyed our little outburst. I slipped into the glove of the girl’s mind as he started on her. 
The girl no longer knew the difference between me and her own mind. And the creature between our legs was too occupied to see our eyes glow purple. 
When he was done, I was exhausted. The strain to keep my own pleasures under control was enough to render me powerless. 
But I managed to swap a few words with this, Anti, before allowing the girl to gain control again. 
“I should hurt people more often,” The girl and I joked as the God kissed us. 
“You might just break my heart if you turn dark,” Anti purred. “You’ll get more if you do.” 
Oh, I wanted more.

Your and Anti’s PO:
The grocery store wasn’t very busy today, you noticed absently. Which was nice because you didn’t really feel like being around people.
Even ones you’d never see again. 
Anti trailed along behind you as you shopped. He whined about the time it was taking to get the ingredients for dinner. Saying it would be quicker to get pizza. 
“We had pizza last night,” You said with a chuckle. 
“Yeah, and it was good!” Anti replied like a child. “Come on. I’m booorred, I wanna go home.” 
“You didn’t have to come,” You pointed out. You turned down into an empty aisle, stalling by the food that was on your list. 
Anti didn’t reply. His eyes followed you as you went from aisle to aisle. 
Something had been nagging him ever since the day you were fired. 
You were grumpier, more likely to blow up at a little prank than laugh it off and playfully whack him with your hand. 
Something was off. And until he knew what, he wasn’t letting you leave his sight.

Above, the lights of the grocery store flickered wildly and the ambiance music that was playing, jumped tracks, slowed down and then died with a pop
You turned to Anti, “Playing around with the electronics won’t get me to hustle any faster.” 
“That wasn’t me,” Anti said, confused. He looked up at the ceiling. “For once someone else might be fucking around with the power.”
Anti’s attention snapped back to you as you swayed. You groaned, holding your head. 
“Anti…” You reached out to him and he caught you as you fell. 
“Hey, babe, (Y/N)!” He cradled you against him. His eyes searching your face as you grimaced in pain. “What’s wrong? Can you hear me?” 
Your head felt like it was going to explode. White hot nails scraped the insides of your skull and you whimpered as a pressure began to build behind your eyes. 
“My…My head…” You managed to say. “It hurts really bad.” 
Anti slid his other arm under your legs, lifting you up bridal style and hurrying towards the toilet sign. 
He rushed into the restrooms, locking the door behind him and lying you on the bench by the sinks. 
“Talk to me,” He demanded, leaning over you. “How does it hurt? Are you hearing voices? (Y/N), answer me!” 
Your tongue felt heavy and Anti’s voice sounded distant. You were slipping into darkness, falling into a sense of warmth and comfort. 
Like a pillow or a cloud. 
“No, no, no!” Anti cupped your face in his hands. “(Y/N), (Y/N) don’t let it take you. I know it feels nice, but you have to fight it. Stay with me. Listen to my voice. Stay with me, goddammit!” 

A high-pitched chuckled rippled out of you. Your eyes opened, the world danced in multiple shades of violet. 
You groaned, but no sound came from your lips. What was happening? 
Anti’s eyes flared with green fire and his lips curled in a vicious snarl. 
“Who are you?” He asked. “Give her back!” 
Anti, it’s me! You tried to say. But again, no voice sounded your words. Only another siren like laugh. 
“Oh, honey, you have no idea how good it feels to have control of this body again.” Your voice sang. Your arms stretched above you and you heard a few joints crack as your body twisted lazily. 
“I’ll give you five seconds to get out of her,” Anti growled. His expression was frightening. 
Anti…what was going on? 

Entity’s PO: 
I swung my legs over the side of the bench, sitting upright as Anti stepped back. The feral gaze was a real turn on. 
“What? Don’t feel like playing?” I pouted. I lifted my leg, gently stroking the man’s groin with the toes of my shoe. “You were so frisky last time I was out.”
Anti slapped my foot away, marching forward and gripping my throat with his hand.
“Let. Her. Go.” He demanded through clenched teeth.
“Aww, boo-hoo.” I said testily. “Your little pet is gone. Get over it. I can be just as good, no better, than this little rodent.”
Anti squeezed my throat, forcing my head back against the mirror with a painful crack!  
“I won’t ask again, cockroach.” Anti hissed.
“Oh? And what will you do?” I cooed teasingly. “If you hurt me, you hurt your little meat-sack. I know she likes a little pain in bed, but, how will she cope with her heart being torn from her chest?”
Anti squeezed tighter and I laughed. Gasping slightly.
“Go on, break my neck.” I dared him. “Then neither of us can have her.”
My lungs began to burn, and just before the black dots consumed my vision, the man released me with a infuriated grunt.
I laughed, rubbing my neck as I breathed in lovely air. “See, you can be nice. I’ve seen the way you treat this little porcelain doll. Why can’t we share?” 
“Because she isn’t yours!” Anti snapped, green eyes flashing. “She isn’t someone that-”
“That what?” I barked, “That should have an entity inside her? You’re selfish, Antisepticeye. We need hosts to survive and I’ve found one that can finally hold me, and here you are trying to get rid of me.” 
Anti turned away, his fists clenched and the veins in his neck pulsing under his skin.
I stood from the bench, crossing the room to glide my hands over his back. 
“I can be her for you,” I said with her voice. “I can offer you more than she ever could. I can survive harsh treatment, last longer between the sheets. Come on Anti, you know you’d prefer a entity to a pathetic human.” 
The lights overhead fizzled, flickering as Anti turned to me. The whites of his eyes had darkened and the green was now bright enough to outshine hell-fire. 
“Do not use her voice,” Anti snarled. “Don’t you dare use those words with her tone.” 
I laughed and stepped back, “You actually care for this bag of blood?” I asked, appalled. Insulted. 
I slammed my fist into the mirror, shattering the glass and picking up a large shard. 
Anti’s eyes glowed even more as I rested the jagged edges against the my stomach. 
“Your little lamb couldn’t survive this,” I said, teasingly sliding the glass across the material of my shirt. “I could. I can see that blood-lust in you. You can take it out on me, I can heal. I can pleasure you and still survive.” 
“Don’t…” Anti said, his voice softer than before. 
The shard paused just above my folds, the point digging into the pants I was wearing. Not enough to break the skin, but enough to get a reaction from the man in front of me. 

“What was that?” I asked, grinning. 
“Don’t….” He breathed in, calming himself. “Don’t hurt her.” 
“Aww, isn’t that sweet,” I chuckled. “Are you begging for the girl’s life?” 
Anti jerked forward when I dug the shard a little into my skin. Crimson dotted the material, but I held it there, not going any deeper. 
“Beg for me, Anti,” I said. “Come on, beg for this rodent’s life.” 
Anti was breathing heavily. His eyes darting between the glass and my gaze. 
“Please…” He said. “Don’t hurt her. Please.” 
A laugh bubbled from my chest, “Oh, wow. I actually didn’t think you’d do that.” 
“Just drop the glass and we’ll talk,” Anti suggested. “I won’t do anything and you won’t harm her.” 
I hummed as I thought about it. Swaying my hips slightly as I moved the tip across my stomach again. 
“No, I think I’ll kill you.” I lunged at the other entity. His arm came up just in time to block the attack. The shard sliced his arm, spilling red blood over the floor. He cried out and danced back, batting another swipe away from his chest. 
Again and again, I struck. The glass whistling with my movements. He countered and dodged, but his blows never landed hard enough to hurt me. Nudge me back perhaps, but they were like a flick to the arm. 
“Stop holding back!” I hissed. “Fight me!” 
Anti’s left arm rose up to meet my weapon. The shard sliced through his shirt, cutting deep into his shoulder. 
But his other arm snaked around my throat, spinning me around trapping me against him. 
“(Y/N), I know you can hear me,” He said into my ear. “Please, fight it. You can do it. Please, come back to me.” 
“Get off me!” I screamed. “She’s gone! I consumed her, we’re one person now.” 
“No,” Anti shook his head. “That’s not how we work. We might take over a body, but the host is still there. Hidden in a dark corner. (Y/N) just fight it. She isn’t you. You’re better than she is.” 
“Stop it!” I yelled, flaying against him. “I won’t go back!”
Anti gripped me tighter, his head nuzzling into my neck. 
“Come back to me,” He pleaded. 
I went to scream again, but my voice only came out as a whimper. 
No! No!
My body relaxed, falling into Anti’s embrace as we both slid to the ground. 

You opened your eyes, your head pounding painfully. 
“(Y/N)?” Anti asked, his voice just above a whisper. 
“A-Anti, what…what happened?” Your body felt heavy and something warm was spreading against your arms. “Anti, you’re hurt!” 
Anti chuckled. Relief washing through him as he hugged you against him. 
“It’s ok now.” He said into your shoulder. “You’re ok.” 
“Anti, what-”
“I’ll tell you later,” Anti assured you. He turned you in his arms, his hand cupping your face as he gazed into your eyes. “Just…Just stay here for a moment, please.” 
You nodded, pushing back your confusion. He sighed and rested his forehead against yours. His eyes closed and he pecked your lips. 
“I won’t let her take you again,” He promised. 
You weren’t sure what he was talking about. But you nodded, taking his weary form into your arms. 

A Thin Line Between Love and Hate

In response to this prompt I saw from @werewolfzeroSterek fic, future or AU possibly all humans, where Scott is getting married and his best friends Stiles and Derek are the two groomsmen and they both love Scott but HATE each other, everybody knows this, until suddenly they don’t know anything because Erica Reyes just walked in on the two in a closet goin’ at it with suits around their ankles and even though Scott is getting married in 30 minutes the only thing all his friends and family can talk about is how his best friends are hiding a torrid love affair and isn’t that just so interesting?


Erica closed the door to the bridal suite and sighed at the sight in front of her. “Oh my god, you two are pathetic.”

Scott and Allison both just grinned up at her from where they were sitting on the carpet, on opposite sides of the propped-open bedroom door. They were even holding hands around the door, Jesus Christ. 

“We’re not breaking the rules!” Scott protested. “I can’t see her.”

She rolled her eyes and stepped over to the full-length mirror to check her hair. “The cake is fine, by the way, it looks great. It’s all set up.”

Allison breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank goodness. Thanks so much for checking on that.”

“Could you try to find Stiles and Derek?” Scott asked, puppy eyes out in full force. “They’re not answering their phones and no one has seen them in a while, so there’s a decent chance they’ve killed each other.”

Erica scoffed. “You know it was probably a terrible idea to pick two best men in the first place, let alone two best men who hate each other.”

“Yeah,” he said, sighing. “I know. But it’s my brother and my best friend! I couldn’t pick one over the other.”

“Even though they almost got into a fistfight at the engagement party?” she said dryly, and Allison stifled a laugh.

“They’ve pushed each other’s buttons since we were kids, it’s weird. I was hoping that they could put stuff aside for the wedding, but clearly that was too much to hope for.”

“Did you decide which one would get to stand next to you?”

“No,” he said sulkily. “It started a fight every time I brought it up. They said they’d figure it out between themselves.”

Erica rolled her eyes again and headed for the door. “Fine. But if I have to break up a fight and get blood on this dress, I’m gonna be pissed.”

“Thanks, Erica!” Allison called out, and she tossed a halfhearted wave over her shoulder.

Erica took the elevator down to the hotel lobby and sighed, her hands on her hips. She had no idea where to start looking for two feuding best men. Lydia probably would, though, and since she was surely whipping everyone into shape in the ballroom, Erica headed in that direction. There was a long hallway connecting the event center to the hotel, and Erica paused when she heard a suspicious thump coming from…was that a door? 

Unable to resist her curiosity, she very gently tried the handle. Unlocked. Grinning, she pulled it open with a flourish. Erica was greeted by a manly yelp, and she blinked, trying to adjust to the darkness and pick out the two figures who were frozen in front of her.

Holy shit. It was Stiles and Derek, and from their messy hair, loosened ties, and undone pants, it wasn’t exactly a tough mental leap to figure out what they’d been doing. She laughed and stepped in closer, trying to get a better look, but Derek scowled fiercely and shoved Stiles behind him.

“This isn’t what it looks like!” Stiles called out, from behind Derek’s shoulder, and Derek rolled his eyes.

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as a thank you to @whatyourefightingfor for donating to me, as a thank you here is a one shot about your fave boys daryl and paul


THE FIRST KISS


“I want to kiss you.”

The words hung in the air, they were simple, and they were easy to anyone else that was not Daryl. To Daryl it was the equivalent to a bomb going off, or a walker herd in the distance. Actually, this was probably worse. Daryl Dixon could fight anyone, get out of any situation alive even though sometimes it seemed like he would not. This though, this was something much scarier to him. This was something that Daryl Dixon looked at with wide eyes and a shocked expression, as though everything he knew was falling apart. In a simpler world, hearing those words would not send Daryl running to the hills, in a simple world, a kiss would just be a kiss, and not something that would drive him insane with thoughts of self-deprecation and flashbacks to a darker day of his life.

Paul wished that he could climb inside Daryl’s mind, and understand him. That was not an easy thing to do.

“You don’t know me.”  Daryl said.

Paul shrugged, not altogether sure that that had to do with him wanting to kiss Daryl, but he didn’t say that out loud. He was learning what to say, what not to say, or how to choose his words carefully around Daryl.

“I know enough.” Paul murmured. “I’ll learn more.” He added, smiling leisurely. He took a step forward, but Daryl looked at him as though he was an enemy, and that broke Paul’s heart a little, so he stayed put. “What are you thinking?” Paul asked.

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