this part is so insignificant and short but i like could not stop watching it

— hard to say | (m)

pairing— park jimin x reader, highschool! jimin, bestfriend! jimin
genre/warnings— smut, fluff, slight angst,
words— 11,163

:: summary— You’ve had feelings for your bestfriend Jimin for as long as you can remember, but you always thought they were unreciprocated. What if it turned out they weren’t…?

note— this is a (sort of) remastered version of the same story I wrote for Kyungsoo here, called Just Friends. Whenever I think of this story, I just see Jimin lmao, and I couldn’t help myself but to rewrite it. For more information, read here.

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{Reaction} Mafia!EXO finding out out that you're getting bullied in university

Hey I requested a EXO mafia au reaction where the reader gets picked on by a group of people at the readers school and EXO defends her, just wondering if you received it or not? Doesn’t matter if you haven’t, but now that requests are open again can I re-request that please? Love your work btw xx

Note: I loved your request so much oml, I literally live for mafia!exo au you have no idea hehe! I’m not sure if you (or anyone else reading) has seen my other mafia content, if not, you can find it here on my exo masterlist! Enjoy~

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Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/ images used. 

  • Warning: Use of mafia themes. This includes swearing and (as indicated by the title) bullying. Read at your own risk. 

Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by lullabyun

Chanyeol’s jaw clenched as you sheepishly told him that you’d been getting a hard time from someone in your university course. Despite the anger lighting in his stomach, he placed a false sense of calmness on his face as he hugged you, but as his arms wrapped around your small frame, his mind started planning instantly. When he finally came to confronting the person that dared to bully you, he had the most intimidating gear strapped to him and his short, terrifying friend Do Kyungsoo and infamous martial arts master friend Tao at his side. He waited at the university gates until the bully turned the corner and stepped out, making sure to leave a lasting impression that would make sure that this person would never even attempt to hurt you ever again.

Chanyeol: “I heard you’ve been hurting my Jagi. I suggest you stop, because if you don’t… well, let’s just say you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”

Bully: “Y-yes sir…” *scurries away.*

Chanyeol: “Ah, That should keep them away from {y/n}.”


Do Kyungsoo/ D.O.

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

Kyungsoo was not impressed when he found out that you’d been getting bullied. He found it astounding that anyone could attempt to hurt you at all so he took serious action. Unlike Chanyeol, he took the time to research this person that had been giving you grief to use against them before making his move. He told you that he would sort the issue, and promised that he wouldn’t get any blood on his hands after you begged him not to do anything futile. He met the bully in a dark, deserted alleyway and let his dark, terrifying eyes do most of the threatening while his words cut the bully down to zero confidence.

Kyungsoo: “I love {y/n}, you see, I know you have a partner to, how would you feel if I hurt them? I could, you know. I could break their arms and legs until they’re left totally helpless. Or make them blind so they could never see your disgusting face again”

Bully: “I’m sorry! I’ll never hurt {y/n} again!”

Kyungsoo: “Hurt? I don’t want to hear that you’ve been anywhere my jagi again, understand?”


Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by baekhyunsama

Baekhyun tapped his fingers against the side of the car as he waited for you outside of the university to take you home for the term. Even though he it a part of the mafia, he does care deeply for you, and however intimidating and dangerous he can be against others is insignificant when it comes to you. When he’s with you, his demeanor changes completely, he’s fun, loving and sweet, and wouldn’t even dream of ever letting anything  bad in this world getting to you.

As he waited in the car, he hummed, that was until he caught you in the corner of his eye being pushed by a man that looked vaguely around your age. He instantly got out of the car, barely giving himself any time to think as he stormed over to where you timidly rose back to your feet. He clenched his fist before forcing it into the man’s face, then pulling you with him back towards the car.

Baekhyun: “Are you alright, Jagi?”

{y/n}: “I will be.”


Oh Sehun

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Sehun had been told countless times by you that he shouldn’t sacrifice being uncovered because of stupid reasons, but when he witnessed you physically being punched before you, he couldn’t stop himself from grabbing the man that dared to hurt you in such a fashion and beat him until his skin was starting to turn bloody, black and blue. He seethed in anger as he looked down at the man in anger, he was lying on the floor, blood pouring from his nose and eyes streaming with tears as he begged for mercy. He looked back at you, holding your cheek looking partly in pain and partly like you were blushing.

Sehun: “Too much?”

{y/n}: “No, he deserved it, I just feel…”

Sehun: *smirking* “Come on Jagi, let’s go home.”


Zhang Yixing/ Lay

Originally posted by lullabyun

Yixing isn’t one to make a massive scene or to create a lot of conflict when it comes to confrontation. Instead, he takes the more calm route to intimidating your bully from talking to you. He enters university one sunny afternoon to watch you in a contest against other classmates. Within the crowd of people watching, he purposefully takes the seat next to the person he knows as you bully and quietly talks, knowing that even with a in innocent smile on his face, your bully will never think of approaching you again in the near future.

Yixing: “I’m going to put this in very simple terms so you understand, since you’re clearly a being of low intelligence. Stay away from {y/n} unless you want to go to sleep one night and never wake up.”


Kim Jongdae/ Chen

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Chen is the master of manipulation and knowing how to scare people without even really having much interaction with them. When he finds out that someone at your university has been bullying you, he takes the matters into his own hands without your knowledge of it to help you from the pain and emotional strain.you never do find out what Chen does to your bully, all you know is tat after telling Chen, your bully can’t seem to come near you or even look you in the eye anymore.

{y/n}: “I don’t know what happened, they seem to have just stopped.”

Chen: “That’s what I like to hear, princess.”


Kim Minseok/ Xiumin

Originally posted by callmeminseok

Minseok seemed rather calm as you told him that someone at your university was giving you grief. He made sure to make sure that he came across as calm in front of you so that you did worry, he simply pulled you into his arms and whispered into your ear that he would sort everything and that you shouldn’t worry about the bully anymore. When it came to actually carrying his intentions out, he made his way into the university and found the bully. He waited until the bully way alone and in a deserted space before he finally made his move, pushing the bully back into the corner to hide the gun that he pointed at he man’s abdomen from any unwanted eye witnesses.

Minseok: “I’ll let you off this time, but touch my jagi again? And you won’t live to tell the tale.”


Huang Zitao/ Tao

Originally posted by lil-duckling

Your bully must be very brave to antagonize you when you have a boyfriend like Huang Zitao, the infamous martial artist with skills higher than anyone that you know. While most of the other members were low key and tried to ensure that their intentions weren’t spotted by unwanted attention, Tao went about this in quite a different way. He met your bully, and even though your bully was surrounded by a large group of people, Tao still went for him and knocked him out cold with one simple blow. No one tries to stop him as Tao gave your bully one final kick in the gut before walking away, muttering about how now one will get away with hurting you.

Tao: “Are you pathetic or stupid or both? Hurt her again and I’ll beat you up worse next time!”


Kim Junmyeon/ Suho

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Not only has your bully messed with you, but has messed with the leader of the mafia, and it would be an understatement to say that Junmyeon was very pissed off when he found out about this. He took your bully by the scrape of their neck, pushed them back against the wall and threatened them until tears were pouring down your bullies face. While it was somewhat strange to see Junmyeon in this way, it was also oddly satisfying to see him standing up for you and giving your bully what they deserved.

Suho: “Is {y/n} a pile of shit?”

Bully: “N-no”

Suho: “Then don’t fucking treat her like she is!”


Lu Han

Originally posted by luedeer

Luhan is a very caring boyfriend outside of being the mafia, so when he finds out that you have been getting bullied he isn’t happy at all. He, like Minseok, decided to do some research before falling neck deep into this. With the help of Yixing and Sehun, he made his way across to the university, threatening your bully in a way that isn’t direct, but definitely gets the message across.

Luhan: “Put it this way, kid. If I find out you’ve been bullying {y/n}, it’ll be the last stupid thing that you ever do.”


Kim Jongin/ Kai

Originally posted by kaimilky

Kai knows of your bully, but had never met him until this moment, you and Kai were out at a club in the city together. You were wearing something low cut and tight, while he was also going for the sexy look. The two of you were dancing, grinding beneath the bright lighting until unwanted attention was finally brought. Your bully laughed, pointing at you as he did in university. Kai was ready to let it slide, to simply leave the club and find somewhere else, but that was until he actually heard the words you bully spoke. He gently removed his hands off you before leaping onto your bully, pounding him to the beat of the music. He finally stopped when he heard the yelling of the police. He grabbed you by the hand and pulled you out of the club, the two of you laughing as you make your great escape.

Kai: “Ah Jagi, that was more fun than it should have been.”


Wu Yifan/ Kris

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

Kris is known throughout the country as one of the most dangerous men. Like Suho, he is also a leader of the EXO mafia, and therefore makes him one of the most wanted man. Usually, he keeps his head down, but when he finds out that you’re being bullied, he can’t help but get himself involved within the conflict. He walks inside of the university, casually strolling with his hands in his pockets and walks up to you bully. As Kris takes the seat next to you bully, you could see the way your bully paled as white as a sheet without Kris even saying anything.

Kris: “See that girl? That’s my baobei… I’ve heard you’ve been hurting her recently. You should take more care of your actions before it leads to serious consequences.”

Quiet Kisses Are So Hardcore

Tried to write a short kacchako kiss fic, and it turned into a full blown character study. So it goes. Thanks to @happyisahabit for taking a look at it!

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It is supposed to be like ripping off a band-aid.

Tell her to get lost. Unfriend and block her on social media. Don’t answer any texts, and block her number too. Uraraka is smart. She’ll get the message. And when the sting of rejection subsides, she’ll move on to someone else. Someone more suitable, someone more deserving. In the end, Uraraka will still be happy.

Bakugou is doing her a favor. If Uraraka never speaks to him again, that’s what he deserves for being dumb enough to catch feelings in the first place.

On the way out of class, Kirishima puts a hand on his shoulder. “So, gym? Or video games? Or gym and video games?”

Bakugou calculates. Uraraka tends to go to the gym around this time, and this whole avoidance thing won’t work if they keep running into each other. But then he catches her in the corner of his eye heading to the dorms herself–his eyes had a nasty habit of following her of their own accord–and realizes that the gym is the better option after all. He wonders how long he’ll have to tiptoe through his own life before it gets easier.

“Gym first,” Bakugou says. “Maybe video games after.”

“Are you ok, man?” Kirishima asks. “You’re kind of broody today. Like, Todoroki-level broody.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Heh, there’s a Bakugou I know.”

Once they get there, Bakugou makes a beeline for the bikes. Spinning is great cardio, but it’s also one of the few activities that lets Bakugou’s mind wander. As his legs start pedaling, he zones out to think about how this whole Uraraka situation went to shit so fast.

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Bad Match Part 9

Pt 9/?

Series Summary: Bucky and the Reader are set up on a date, but things don’t go as well as expected.  

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Word Count: 3.9k+ ( Oh, yes)

Warnings: replace all of the previous warnings for fluffy and that’s it.  

A/N: Once again, sorry for taking so long with the update, but I promise I’ll try to deliver part 10 in a shorter time. This is pure floof.

Feedback? Please!!!!

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You had jeans and only a bra on while your hands ran through the hangers, searching for something to wear on top. Bucky wouldn’t tell you where he would take you that night, but when you asked for a tip of what you should wear, he specifically said that a dress or a skirt wouldn’t be very functional.

“Is this the part where I get to say I told you so?” You looked over your shoulder to follow the teasing voice. Sharon had a smug half smiled displayed on her face, leaning her sides to the frame of your closet door, one hand on her waist. You heard Wanda giggling from the spot where she was sitting on your bed, fumbling with your lipstick case in her hands.

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meabhd  asked:

Just something for your consideration because I have just thought of this and think it's adorable... Elain, giving Lucien flowers

It IS adorable aier;toienoac okay okay have some more thoughts in return that this Spawned: (listen i’m fully aware that u were probably just ‘wouldn’t it be nice if Elain handed Lucien a little bunch of flowers one day, that’d be sweet, but like GO BIG OR GO HOME MEABHD. and u sent this to me i honestly don’t know what else u were expecting…) 

Elain says at the end of ACOWAR that she wants to fill the world with more gardens. No doubt she makes the one she’s started in Velaris spread and enthusiastically throws herself into it after the war. It’s a place that she’s comfortable and a place that’s hers so Lucien, being tactful and polite, probably chooses to court her there more often. 

He lets her talk endlessly about the flowers that she’s growing there, all the different seeds, the things that will grow in Prythian that she’d never even heard of in the mortal realms (she scolds his people for that because dammit, if I’d known about this before I’d have come here much sooner. And Lucien offers her a very grave apology on behalf of all fae-dom which makes her giggle) 

Lucien literally lived in the Court of Flowers for the past 300 years or something, right, and he spent an inordinate amount of time riding the rails, on border patrol, etc, etc. The boy knows his plants, okay. And he’s probably delighted to have someone as enthusiastic as he is to share that with. (Listen, Lucien spent his free time in the Autumn Court camping out miles away from his home and learning how to catch trout with his bare hands - he loves the outdoors just as much as Elain, who spent all her time wherever they were carving out a garden, does. Elain spreads life wherever she goes and Lucien basks in it. This is a beautiful point of bonding for them). 

Lucien tells her all about the Spring Court. It was toxic and unhealthy for him in Tamlin’s court and Elain gets very grumpy about the abuse that he suffered at Tamlin’s hands (and starts to encourage Lucien to look and think about Tamlin’s treatment of him too) but the court itself was beautiful. He tells her about the deep forests. About the plants that would bloom all year round. The gardens of the manor and the wild, untamed beauty found in the heart of the court. 

Partly he talks to share this wonder with Elain the only way he knows how. He would take her there but with his relationship with Tamlin being what it is that isn’t possible…But he knows that he needs to tell her everything he can about it. Elain laps it all up and so he starts sharing things from the Autumn Court as well, diving into memories he thought he’d long forgotten because that court, too, had its beauty. 

As he talks Elain starts to realise that this is for her benefit that he’s sharing these things, to see her smile and light up in wonder imagining all of the things he’s telling her about…But she also starts to sense a pang of longing and nostalgia in him and she realises that a part of him is homesick for these parts of those courts he once called home. 

Elain hatches a cunning plan. 

Using that sweet, diplomatic charm she cultivated in human high society she charms merchants and vendors from other courts into getting her what she needs and sets to work. 

There’s a corner of her garden that she keeps fenced off and made such ferocious threats to Cassian when he tried to peek inside that he swears of all the Archeron sisters, he fears Elain the most. No-one is allowed to go to the part of the garden but especially not Lucien, it’s kept so secret from him that he doesn’t even know it exists. 

Not until Elain comes to him one day, bursting with excitement and glowing so brightly people start questioning which one of them, exactly, is the heir to Day. She takes Lucien by the hand and quite firmly ignores his baffled babbling as she ties a blindfold over his eyes and leads him outside. She just tells him to trust her and Lucien shuts his mouth and obeys and that’s that. 

She leads him out into the garden (Lucien stumbling a few times because, well, Elain is very excited and enthusiastic and that tends to dull her noticing things like loose stones and protruding roots, all of which poor Lucien trips over) but they manage to make it to this special little corner relatively intact. 

Quivering with anticipation Elain takes off Lucien’s blindfold (standing on her toes and having him bend down a little while she curses him for being so damn tall) and waits with baited breath for his reaction as she stares around at what she’s created for. A little part of her garden is a miniature Spring Court, with a small section of Autumn too, both of them filled with all of Lucien’s favourite plants and flowers, that she spent a great deal of time researching to make sure she got it just right. 

Lucien steps forwards on slightly trembling legs and moves deeper into the garden. It feels like he’s home, at last, like this strange, alien court that spent so long as the subject of his most twisted nightmares, could some day be his. Elain tentatively follows him and murmurs that she knew he was missing home and she thought this might help but if he doesn’t like it…

Never in all his many, many years of life has Lucien ever been this lost for words. After a very long moment and several tries, instinct and training kick in at last and he’s finally able to wheeze that he loves it, he loves it and that no-one…No-one has ever done anything like this for him before.

 That little line he’s learning to love creases between Elain’s brows at that and she says that they should have done…Then she softens and smiles and murmurs quietly that she supposes she just has a lot of making up to do, in that case. 

Lucien walks towards her and pulls her to him and tells her that he would very, very much like to kiss her right now, if that would be agreeable to her. Elain giggles and informs him that she didn’t very well go to all this effort for the simple pleasure of watching him gape at her like a fish, she thinks he should most definitely kiss her, after all her hard work. 

Lucien doesn’t need to be told twice. He laughs at her boldness, even as she blushes for him, and wonders if this woman, this soft heart who just might be the strongest person he’s ever known, will ever stop surprising him. 

He concludes, as she, impatient with his overly-polite dilly-dallying, takes his face firmly between her hands and draws him down to kiss her, that she most certainly will not. And he’s absolutely fine with that. 

Once he’s spent a good long time properly appreciating Elain and all her hard work and their lips are red and swollen from said appreciation, he lets her lead him around the garden. 

She shows him every single plant she’s brought here and lets him talk, tell her silly little facts about them, how that one is good to put on burns and that one should absolutely not, under any circumstances and no matter how much gold she’s offered, ever be drunk as a tea. 

She tells him how much trouble she had getting hold of that and he tells her he’s not surprised, that it almost died out a few decades ago and he can’t believe she managed to get it to grow at all. Elain swells with pride and Lucien appreciates her some more. 

He laughs and laughs and laughs over a small, insignificant looking little plant and tells her about the memories that it brings back from Spring, when things were better, a lifetime ago. Then he asks about her favourites, of the new ones that she’s found here and they bond and Lucien appreciates her a great deal. 

Lucien, ever the graceful courtier, plucks up a delicate blue rose and tucks it into her hair. And then nothing will do but that Elain has to weave an entire bouquet into Lucien’s hair. They lie in the shade of a tree while she does this, Elain’s legs folded into a (highly unladylike, as Lucien teasingly comments and gets a swat on the arm in return) basket, Lucien’s head in her lap. As she works she confesses, giggling and blushing, that she’s been wanting to play with his hair for a very long time. Lucien smiles and tells her she’s welcome to do this as often as she wishes. Elain leans down and kisses him upside down. 

Lucien refuses to take off his flower crown and proudly wears it to the family dinner the Circle have that night at the House of Wind. During which, Feyre smiles knowingly at them and just smiles some more when Elain sidles over to thank her for helping her find out what flowers Lucien likes. 

The Things she Carried

Part 2. The Robot is Back

Dean x Reader

Masterpost with all the parts

Summary: Dean meets a huntress. Well, he would define her a robot. At least until he gets to know her…

Word Count: 2200+

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Crystal Snow

Originally posted by slapmon

Chapter Two: Her

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Word Count: 1453

Chapter One

Summary: In a world full of soulmates that can feel the other’s emotions, one would expect to know when their soulmate is hiding a secret.

When you were told that there’d be a thousand attendees, you had thought it was an exaggeration. Quickly, however you realized that it was literal. Many people came up to you and made small talk. Some knew who you were and had even previously ordered from you. Most of them seemed pretty nice, but disinterested in the conversation as you weren’t there to talk the kind of business they were.

When people saw your soul mark, they asked the typical questions one often gets about their soulmate; “Have you met them?” “What are they like?” “Is it your soul mark or a tattoo?” Currently, you were engaged in a small conversation with a woman who was the secretary of the man who owned Tramlaw, a company that sold your everyday needs at a low price. “What’s your soulmate like?” She blurted our mid-conversation, staring at your arm.

Blushing, you answered “oh I haven’t actually met them yet…” you laughed softly.

“Oh..well I hope you get to meet them soon.” She stated, “y’know, they say that the famous Kim Namjoon has yet to meet his soulmate” she wiggles her brows, causing you to laugh. “I haven’t met mine either. But I hope it’s Mr. Kim if the rumors about Amelia not being his soulmate are true. He’s quite the good looking man.” She sounded like a schoolgirl as she giggled.

You simply smiled and shrugged “well, maybe you’ll get who you want. Only time will tell.” You told her. She nodded and smiled, taking a cupcake from your display before leaving.

As time passed, you were slowly becoming exhausted. You could tell that both you and your soulmate were quite bored. Your soulmate understood that you weren’t in the mood to try and feel happy and quite frankly, nor were they. You sighed as you reached for a water bottle that had been brought to you not long ago. As you reached for your bottle, it felt like there were multiple eyes staring you down. A shiver ran down your spine as you uncapped the bottle. The cap slipped from your nimble fingers, falling towards the soft grass. Just as you bent down to pick it up, a man had already grabbed it. Straightening up you saw that it was none other than Kim Namjoon. Your soulmate had a sudden shift of emotions. They went from being completely bored to feeling ecstatic, hopeful. You wondered why that was.

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“Have you seen the recent stock prices for Sizzling Particles? They’re continuously dropping as each day passes.” Namjoon listened to the CEO of Tramlaw, Park Sehun, talk while sipping on a glass of champagne.

Truthfully, Namjoon couldn’t care less about the stock prices of a company he didn’t own stock in. But then he supposed that since Tramlaw and Sizzling Particles were rivals, Sehun would be interested in the slow demise of the company. Sizzling Particles was a clothing store that didn’t actually affect the business of Tramlaw. They were simply rivals because of their past. Sehun’s grandfather had been best friends with the Sizzling Particles CEO’s grandfather. The two planned to go into business together but differed in opinion. This caused a rift in their relationship and thus Tramlaw and Sizzling Particles never had a good relationship.

Excusing himself from the conversation, Namjoon began walking around the courtyard. It was apparent that his public girlfriend, Amelia, was nowhere to be seen. It was as he was aimlessly walking around, looking for nothing in particular when he spotted you.

The first thing he saw was your hair. It wasn’t a natural color, but rather a deep purple and blue. Perhaps that was why he bothered to admire your beauty in the first place. But then he caught sight of your arm and his heart nearly leapt out of his throat. It was you. That mark on your arm matched the mark on his. He tilted his head as he watched you drop the lid to your water. He laughed softly, knowing it was because of a sudden bout of nerves. Without thinking, he quickly walked to you and picked up the lid, holding it out to you. He prayed that what he had seen was real and not just an illusion. “You’re L/N F/N, right? The baker?”

You stared at him, surprised. “Yes, that’s me” you said slowly. You weren’t sure why the man was talking to you; you were insignificant compared to the guests at the party.

“I happened to notice the mark on your arm. It’s quite beautiful” he smiled softly. He was trying to get you to feel more comfortable. He wanted you to know that you were more important than everyone else there. He hoped he was able to communicate with you properly through your bond.

“Oh..thank you,” you mumbled, looking down at your arm. You felt various emotions coursing through you, both your own and your soulmates. A surge of confidence went through you as your soulmate became confident about something. It made you smile slightly, knowing your mate was about to do something he was confident about.

“Would you mind joining me for a walk?” Namjoon offered. After seeing your mark up close he was certain that you were her. He wanted to get you away from everyone, talk to you privately and get to know you in a less dangerous place.

“Oh um sure, I don’t mind.” After leaving one of your assistants in charge, you found yourself walking alongside Namjoon. The walk wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was silent. It wasn’t until the two of of you were away from the many guests, deep inside the garden maze. Bushes of roses surrounded the two of you, serving as a shield from the public eye. Namjoon stopped walking, touching a pink rose and leaning down to smell it. You found the action to be quite attractive. Namjoon smirked, knowing you liked what you were seeing, and he did too.

His plump lips looked soft and alluring. The wind gently swayed his hair and he seemed to be studying you; the way you shifted from side to side, anticipating for him to speak. He committed you to memory. Your red lips and dark eyes, your calloused hands and short height. Suddenly he plucked the flower he had been smelling from the bush, and placed it behind your ear. The action caught you off guard, a strong blush gracing your face. He watched as the heat spread throughout your body, smiling softly. He knew were confused; he could feel it inside his bones. “You are more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.” He breathed out. You only grew more bewildered as you watched him take his jacket off and roll up his sleeves. The moment the snowflake on his arm came into view you finally understood. He was your soulmate.

Kim Namjoon, CEO of Bangtan Industries was your other half, the man who knew how you were feeling without having to be told. Gazing into his eyes, you saw nothing but love and adoration. You knew he was nervous but you also knew that he already cared so deeply about you. His feelings were reciprocated as the longer you stared into his eyes, the more at peace you felt. You were home. Finally, your missing half had found you.

He took a small step towards you, pulling you into a warm embrace. He was nearly a foot taller than you and yet your body seemed to mold against his perfectly. Perhaps that was part of the whole soulmate idea. You never really paid much attention to people when talking about soulmates. Wanting to learn about them through experience you turned your head the other way when someone began speaking of soulmates.

As you wrapped your arms around his waist, you caught a whiff of his cologne. Most colognes made you turn your nose away but this was different. His scent was an enticing mix of vanilla and cinnamon with just a dash of pine. It mixed well with the strong aroma coming from the roses that surrounded the two of you.

A sudden thought came across your mind, causing you to quickly step away from him and look down at your feet. “You have a girlfriend.” you stated.

You heard a sigh escape the lips of your mate and felt his disappointment. You could even sense a twinge of hurt when you quickly moved away from him. “She’s not really a girlfriend,” he revealed, “were only ‘together’ to appeal to the public.”

He watched as your lips formed into the shape of an ‘o’. He stepped closer to you, holding out his hand for you to take. “Come, I’d like to show you something.”

The Dullahan’s Ride through Elsewhere

 A short little story based in the fantastic supernatural world created by @charminglyantiquated. Do check out the Faerie shenanigans going down at @elsewhereuniversity; it is amazing.


You hear the thundering hoof beats and shrieking neigh just as the sun is setting. Gan Ceann is riding tonight. You know he is riding for you.

You had been too arrogant, too overconfident to dare remove your golden token this evening, for gold is the only thing that a Dullahan dreads. But she was such a pretty girl, and the time you spent with her certainly felt magical.

It will be the death of you.

You were certain that Elsewhere University would be a place to seek true protection. A clever deal, a well timed act of kindness, a gamble won… the Seelie always protect the ones they favor. You came to seek Their favor. Security that only They can provide against Others like themselves.

No one has ever said why, but in your family, once a generation spanning at least the past three centuries, the Dullahan will ride to claim a soul. Last generation it was your uncle, during holiday. While he slept with his wife. They heard the whinny and sharp metallic clang of the bit in the horse’s teeth too late. Your aunt awoke just in time to hear your uncle’s name called from the severed head. She screamed and Gan Ceann struck her blind in her right eye.

Your uncle’s soul was lost, taken in a hotel room on holiday, for there is no place that is out of the reach of the headless horseman. No gate, no door, no fence, no lock will keep him at bay when he rides.

It could have been one of your cousins now. It could have been your sister, or brother. You came to Elsewhere to stack the deck in your favor, to ensure it wouldn’t be you.

But it is.

Your plan might have worked, but you did not move quickly enough. It was just so nice to finally be away. Away from the daily reminders that the Dullahan still had yet to choose a quarry; reminders to keep your gold coin always safe and ready should you hear the horseman approaching; ongoing, repeating dialogue that reminded you that horrible death would strike your family, and that it was not a matter of “if” but “when.”

Being away from that daily conversation, free to even enjoy the occasional glimpses of some other Others than the one that plagues your family, you chose to dawdle. You thought you would take your time and shop for the best protector. The bargain that would net you the most benefit for the least payment. You are not keen on the stories of students who have hacked away enormous, essential parts of themselves for something, in your opinion, entirely too small, too insignificant. A life is an expensive thing to trade for. You did not wish to live a half life for a little extra insurance. So you waited. Listening. Watching. Learning. Weighing.

But now your time is nearly up.

You still hear him coming, even as your heart pounds in your ears and your straining, panting gasps shudder through the otherwise still twilight. You pause and look about your surroundings frantically, trying to pinpoint the direction the steed’s roaring breaths are coming from. It is the sound of the horse only that you hear, which reminds you that you are still among the living and still have time, however little it may be. You will not hear the voice of Gan Ceann. Not until he calls your true name. Not until he claims your soul.

You catch a glimpse against the deepening blues and purples of the sky: the black silhouette of a rider, holding his head up by its hair to scan ahead while his mount paws at the ground beneath its hooves. The dry grass flares up with each trample, sending orange cinders dancing up into the air. The rider is still too far away, but you imagine the ever moving eyes locking onto yours. In an instant the Dullahan pulls back on the reins, and the jet-black horse rears its head. You don’t stay to watch it resume its menacing gallop. You know the direction he is heading.

You take off again toward the copse at the far end of campus, just beyond the library. It is rumored to have the most activity this late in the day. You need to increase your odds of a meeting. You need to find a member of the Gentry; anyone will do at this point. Any Other you can make a hasty trade with. You grasp at your rucksack and hope what you have will be enough to trade. Enough to barter for your life.

“Gentle Fair Folk, please grant me an audience,” you pray, and repeat this mantra in rhythm with your hurried steps. Once… twice… thrice…

The shimmering glamour around the copse begins to lift, and out of the air directly before you a tiny blue light appears. You hear the tinkling of bells as it bounces in front of you. You skid to a stop just a hair’s breadth away from running into… you aren’t entirely sure. Another tiny bell jingles and you see another dot of blue light zip into being. And then another. And another. You are mesmerized by the dazzling trails they are carving into the deepening darkness, and you realize what they are.

Wisps. Will-o’-the-wisps.

Which is peculiar, even for Elsewhere. Isn’t it rumored that there are no fearie lights at EU? They are conspicuously absent from all the recounts you have ever heard of students being Lost, Taken, or Touched. Maybe this is a Gentry trick. Maybe this is one of the Fair Folk simply taking a more benign form. Maybe these truly are wisps. Maybe you are very lucky.

Or very unlucky.

Regardless… you have your audience.

“Please,” you beg, and drop to your knees to fumble with your bag. “I’ve come to trade. I need The Court’s protection from Gan Ceann, one of the Unseelie. He is coming for me.”

More jingling. You don’t know what they are saying, if they are saying anything to you at all. You remember the iron pins stuck in the lining of your jacket and the salt packets slipped into your socks. Will they help you if you still carry these deterrents? You strip your jacket and toss it away from you, likewise dig out the salt packets and throw them into the bush. The jingling stops and the lights hover. You take it as a good sign. The sounds of the rider’s horse are growing nearer.

You unzip your pouch and dig out a tightly sealed mason jar. “I have sea glass and abalone shells, and pendants of enamel and obsidian. What will you take in exchange for protection from the Dullahan?”

The wisps float before you silently. You begin to feel that the deal is going badly, and you are becoming desperate. At any moment you imagine you will hear your name and you will be dead.

“Please!” you cry, and shake the mason jar in frustration. “I’ll offer you everything I have in exchange for your help! Please!”

The tinkling of the bells resumes, and the tiny Fae line up before you. Tears trickle down your cheeks; you did not realize you were crying.

“Thank you,” you whisper, and get to your feet. You remember to be polite; you must always be polite. You leave your bag and grasp the mason jar tightly as you feel yourself being drawn along a path you cannot see, a path that the wisps are leading you down. You take out your cell phone and flip on its flashlight to help light the ground as you hurry after them.

The glamour lifts before you reach the copse and you know you are now in the realm of The Golden Ones. A too green marshland stretches before you, where the leaves are illuminated from within and the light along their sharp edges seems to march like a scrolling marquee. The land is dotted here and there with old, gnarled trees that have human faces, and nymphs and water sprites dance among the foliage and shallow waterways. A white stag ambles by in the distance.

The scenery seems lovely, but you wonder how being here will protect you from the Dullahan. You expected to be brought to a castle, or a fortress, or some other place with defenses. Maybe just being beyond the veil of the glamour will be enough, you think. No man-made structures can stop a Dullahan; maybe the thin glamour will prove stronger. Or, at least, strong enough.

It doesn’t.

A sudden gust of hot air on your neck makes you shriek, and you whirl around to see the Dullahan and his black horse towering over you. The horse’s nostrils flare and his breath comes out in a burst of fire. Gan Ceann still holds his head aloft by the hair, and its ever moving dark eyes lock with yours. You fall back into the waters of the marsh as the soft, sunken, moldy cheese colored face splits into a horrifying toothy grin, impossibly wide, so wide it literally stretches ear to ear. The mouth opens, and you know the next breath will be your name and your soul will leave you. You do the only thing you can think to do in the split second you have left.

You throw your cell phone at the horse’s feet.

The back flies off and the screen shatters into a hundred shards. The horse rears up and jumps back. The Dullahan head screams. There is no name in his screeching cry. He yanks the reins around, and turns to ride out of the Seelie marshland the way he came.

He is gone. You are alive.

Your breaths come in ragged sobs. At first, you are confused. Relieved, but confused. As you reach for the remnants of your phone, you remember something that you never should have forgotten. If your phone was functional you would query the Internet. “How much gold is in a smartphone?” you would ask. “Enough” is the answer. There is enough.

You remember the wisps and dump your mason jar of treasures out onto the soggy marsh bank beside you to show your gratitude. They surround you while you stand and you thank Them again for their protection.

They are not dancing. They are not jingling, or tinkling, but They are making some airy sort of noise. It bubbles and echoes around you until you realize with horror that it is the tittering sound of laughter.

Your feet are rooted in the marsh. You do not feel them anymore, and do not see the way back to the campus. The luminescence of the marsh has become black, and in the dark all you see are the lights of the wisps and the glowing amber eyes of the trees. The trees with the human faces.

You will be favored here. You will live, and the Dullahan will never claim your soul.

Such is the price of Their protection.

steven universe ask meme.

“Go for it, bro!”

 "Wow! Everything’s changing!“ 

"Who’s terrible idea was this?" 

"No… how long was I out?!”

 "You know I can’t handle it when you cry like that.“

 "Do you remember this place?" 

"I get mad at myself! It’s what I do!”

 "I’ll fight you, and show you how bad I am!“

 "You want to pretend that none of this ever happened. You think that I’m just a big mistake!”

“What’s a chicken?" 

"Oh! I get the joke now!" 

"You are an experience!" 

"You were the one good thing that came out of this mess. I always thought you were proud of that." 

“It’s too late! I don’t believe you anymore!”

“Isn’t it remarkable? This world is full of so many possibilities.”

“How are y’all doin’ tonight?”

“Yeah, I could rave to this.”

“Why do you look like that? Why are you so weak?”

“I don’t get what you’re planning, but look! Your base is taken! Your armies are ruined! You have failed!”

“STOP SINGING!”

“Looks like another waste of my time.”

“They kept you prisoner. They used you. This is your chance to take revenge! Come on… Just say yes.”

“You’re pointing that shield the wrong way. She’s the one you should be afraid of.”

“You can’t lie to me. I’ve seen what you’re capable of. I thought I was a brute, but you… you’re a monster.”

“It’ll be better this time. I’ve changed. You’ve changed me. I’m the only one who can handle your kind of power.”

“Please understand, if we lose, we’ll be killed. And if we win, we can never go home…”

“I thought… haven’t we… is this not how it works?”

“Who cares about how I feel? How you feel is bound to be much more interesting.”

“But you are supposed to change! You’re never the same, even moment to moment you’re allowed and expected to invent who you are.”

“Arrggh! Why do you keep destroying my things?!”

“Go ahead, wreck this place! See if I care, I already got what I needed!”

“You really think this is the end? HAHAHA! This… This is only the beginning! …Of my escape!”

“Oh my stars, you’re gonna harvest me?!”

“I’m gonna die here.”

“Yes! Feel my unbridled rage!”

“I can tell you with certainty that there are things on this planet worth protecting!”

“I’ve grown accustomed to this place, and I could probably fix the hole that I made with my giant robot.”

“What’s the problem? You’re the one getting all the good stuff! You’ve got the propeller and paint cans on your side!”

“H-2-Oh my GOSH!”

“I carried you while you took a nap.”

“I… I thought violence would be the answer.”

“You have a lobster on your butt.”

“Yes, the children are playing swords. Sorry, playing with swords.  They are bleeding.  Oh no, they are dead. Don’t call again.  …Sorry, I panicked.”

“That’s a lie. Your middle name is cutie pie.”

“It was a maelstrom of destruction and death.”

“But I think you’re just mad ‘cause you’re single.”

“Love at first sight doesn’t exist. Love takes time, and love takes work. At the very least you have to know the other person… And you literally have no idea who or what I am.”

“Get open, get honest, invent yourselves together. That’s fusion.”

“I’m not as strong as you think. I-I fell apart over this…”

“You’ll know when I’m joking.”

“I blame the cows.”

“You don’t understand! Just leave me alone.”

“I just want to go home.”

“Let’s stay on this miserable planet, together!”

“I’m done being everyone’s prisoner! Now you’re MY prisoner! And I’m never letting you go!”

“Can’t you see? I can’t stop, not for a second.”

“For a moment, I really felt like things were different, but they’re not. No matter where I go, I’m trapped.”

“I really thought I would be living alone here.”

“Don’t put me in charge! Oh, sorry. I mean, y-you shouldn’t trust me with the boat.”

“Thanks, but I’m not putting that on my body.”

“What we had wasn’t healthy. I never want to feel like I felt with you. Never again! So just go!”

“I was terrible to you. I liked taking everything out on you. I needed to. I-I hated you. It was bad!”

“You can’t outrun me, we both have short legs!”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t forget: reckless, vulgar, loud-mouthed. That’s just what makes me so awesome!”

“In the ring, nobody can tell me what to do! And if they try, I HIT 'EM IN THE FACE WITH A CHAIR!”

“You can’t let anyone make you feel like garbage.”

“I swallowed a rock.”

“I’mma win a airplane!”

“Are you trying to kill him faster?”

“I can fit! Which way to the baby war?”

“Now we’re gonna bury you 'til you’ve learned your lesson!”

“I’m not gonna let you stand there and remind me about everything I hate about myself!”

“I never asked to be made!”

“I’m just an embarrassment to you!”

“Oh man! I think my favorite round thing was in there!”

“I need everyone’s constant approval! I need to loquaciously converse so I can show off how smart I am.”

“Humans should just stop wearing clothes… be a lot funnier.”

“If you’re trying to flush yourself down the toilet, it won’t work. Trust me, I’ve tried.”

“Homegirl knows we’re gonna beat her into a pancake.”

“You didn’t need me at all…”

“Care to explain what one of my swords was doing in your room?”

“We want to stop all wrestling everywhere! Are you going to let us destroy all wrestling? Eheheh.”

“Humans find such fascinating ways to waste their time.”

“Is water just hydrogen and oxygen “mashed together”?”

“Well, that’s perfect, because I don’t want to go with grammatically incorrect people anyway.”

“You have to feel like yourself! Sweet and considerate, and only occasionally obnoxious!”

“Just today you were crying about snakes.”

“There are… different ways of being strong.”

“I’m so sorry… I almost got us killed..!”

“Humans just lead short, boring, insignificant lives, so they make up stories to feel like they’re a part of something bigger. They want to blame all the world’s problems on some single enemy they can fight, instead of a complex network of interrelated forces beyond anyone’s control.”

“I like to watch you sleep sometimes. And by sometimes, I mean often.”

“Everything I ever did, I did for her. And now she’s gone. But I’m still here.”

“That could have gone… a lot worse.”

“You always say you’ll be the crocodile, but you never commit!”

“Have the shirts come to life and possessed the bodies of their wearers?!”

“Do you understand that cartoon show?”

“I don’t get tired; I get results.”

“I just wanted to share a few more victories with you!”

“Look! I was right! My plan worked perfectly.”

“Oh, what’s 200 years between friends?”

“Please! Tell me! How can I make you forgive me!?”

“Confident and secure and complete… You’re perfect… You’re the perfect relationship… You’re always together… I just—I wanted to be a part of that…”

“We leave for one second and everything goes off the rails!”

“It’s fine, it’s fine, we’ll build it bigger, stronger, we’ll add SEATBELT!”

“Ah, sunset. My favorite time of the day… The sun goes down and the second sun gets bigger and bigger in the sky…”

“I can’t just start listening now, I’d be lost! Just like my pants…”

“THAT’S UNUSUAL!!”

“Will you help me into my Birthday Suit?!”

“Try to act like a rich duck.”

“Fire Salt! Burn! Burn people!”

“None of you are the handsome one! I’M the handsome one!”

“I’m gonna bring the ocean back… or get really thirsty trying.”

“I have to protect you, what if somehow you get hurt? What do I do? I don’t want that for you.”

“Pizza rain! …But no pizza clouds…”

“You gotta take this online quiz: “Which Crying Breakfast Friend Are You?”!”

“Are you insecure about your relationships and how you’re perceived by other people?”

“If you’re the one protecting me… Then who’s the one protecting you!?”

“Some day soon we may be fighting some really bad guys, and when that day comes, I wanna fight with you! Together! So please… Won’t you share this jam with me?”

“Wow! You’re so articulated!”

“Home’s been awful! Here’s been awful! I thought you wanted to have a fun time but– Everyone’s been acting awful too! It - It just came with us. I don’t understand! Is it… is it me..?”

“We found a seeeecret way to track you, and we’ll never tell you how even if you ask nicely. MYAH.”

“Awwww! You’re like… an angry little slice of pie!”

“Wait! I have a better idea that doesn’t involve destroying the house!”

“That isn’t a very sound business practice.”

“Sweet, two doughnuts! One for me and one… for… uh, me.”

“I thought this was a dance party. Why isn’t anyone else dancing.”

“I don’t wanna hear anything you say, unless it’s “sorry”.”

“You’re choosing to take it personally.”

“Can’t you see I’m completely engulfed with rage.”

“But we made him feel like it was his fault. I keep looking into the future, where all of this has been solved, as if it doesn’t matter how you feel in the present. No wonder… why you think I don’t care!”

“You honestly think I’m not upset about what happened? I just wanted to do the right thing…”

“This is… not what I saw! I don’t know what happened, I-”

“All I wanna look at is you.”

anonymous asked:

67? Seven x mc?

Sorry it took so long! Hope you enjoy it! Actual fluff and not angst…wow. ;) 


Prompt #67: “Don’t look at me like that.”


 He had thought the view would be enough. The night sky spread above you two, swirling from deep blue to a soft purple in various areas. The moonlight gently rested on the thin grass underneath and behind you. More than all of that, stars glittered against a dark canvas, shimmering across the heavens like perfectly set jewels.

So why the heck were you staring at him?

He tried not to squirm under your gaze. He wondered what you were thinking behind those eyes, their beauty rivaling the stars above. What did you see? Were you disgusted? Confused? The question of what someone thought had never even occurred to him before he met you. For some reason, the ache to exist in a special part of your mind had been so prominent since.

So, he glanced at you from the corner of his eyes. Your knees were pulled up to your chest and you rested your head against them, facing him. Small strands of hair brushed against your cheek emphasizing the small upturn of your lips. You were…smiling at him?

His heart thudded against his ribs, and he quickly returned his attention to the view in front of him. His chest loosened when you seemed to look away. His relief was short lived when he caught you again turning your face towards him.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he  said finally. He meant to sound harsher, but his nerves extinguished any of his boldness, making his scolding mild and more of a whisper.  

“Sorry,” you said, not one ounce of remorse in your apology.

He frowned and turned his head to glare. Big mistake. It only reminded him of the small distance between you. The rhythm of his heart quickened once again. “S-seriously, do I have something on my face?”

“Cuteness,” you shot back without missing a beat.

He chuckled despite himself. You two had always had a banter going with your meaningless flirting. But as time went on, it got less and less meaningless for Seven. The little comments he made…he meant every one underneath his teasing tone. And every remark you made shot right through him like cupid’s arrow.

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RFA: Body Swap

If it hasn’t been requested already, could we see the RFA’s reaction to a body swap with MC? I’ve always been a bit of a sucker for that trope. (NSFW is cool, but if you aren’t comfortable writing that sort of thing that’s cool too.)

Ayuh it’s Pancake 👏🏻 I had some ideas right off the bat for this one, hehe. I’m a no-NSFW kind of gal so I’m glad that’s good with you. I also wasn’t sure if you wanted V or not, since he’s included in both the RFA and the minor trio, so I added him in just in case. Please enjoy!

❗️Just as a side note, I wanted to ask everyone whether they like it better when I do short or long scenarios? I can’t tell if when I do short it’s not enough and when I do long it’s too much? Please help y'all 😂

Yoosung
⁃ You’re not used to being so lazy
⁃ This body cannot do anything it sucks
⁃ All you want to do is sit down and eat
⁃ Yoosung on the other hand is more hype than the energizer bunny
⁃ He’s not used to having so much energy
⁃ Is this what eating right and not sitting in front of a screen all day feels like?
⁃ Also let’s not talk about it for too long but you two lowkey tried a kiss in your switched bodies and it was sO WEIRD
⁃ Dang my lipgloss tastes good
⁃ Yoosung also tried putting on makeup and that was a diaper fire
⁃ Let’s just say that even though he’s in your body, he’s undeniably Yoosung

Zen
⁃ ?¿mUsCLeS?¿
⁃ You probably spend on average around 60% of your day feeling Zen’s muscles
⁃ There’s just so many of them
⁃ You can lift ANYTHING
⁃ Including Zen’s ego ohmygosh
⁃ Seeing himself from outside his body has just convinced Zen further that he’s the second most beautiful creature on the planet
⁃ But he’s also stuck in your body and while he’s there he’s sure gonna make the most of it
⁃ He’s tried on every piece of fabric in your closet. Like no joke
⁃ But his favorite by FAR are the yoga pants
⁃ !!
⁃ He’s irreversibly obsessed
⁃ “MC, these are so comfortable!”
⁃ “Look how good these make my butt look!”
⁃ That is m y  b u t t  z e n so stop touching it

Jaehee
⁃ You had this idea
⁃ And it seemed like a good one at the time
⁃ But if you’re living inside Jaehee’s body
⁃ Why don’t you try living a day in her life?
⁃ So you woke up early, threw on a pantsuit that was probably waaay out of dress code, and headed off to work at the C&R building
⁃ Things were going smooth until about an hour in when you realized how sluggish you were feeling
⁃ Your eyelids were drooping like dog ears
⁃ You hadn’t even thought about coffee this morning, you don’t drink it like Jaehee does
⁃ You were on your way to the employee lounge to make a cup when Jumin entered the office
⁃ nO
⁃ The rest of the day was confusion and suffering
⁃ But it was all worth it if Jaehee gets the day off ❤️

Seven
⁃ He rolled over to wrap his arm around you while you were sleeping beside each other
⁃ It was a little dark
⁃ And his eyes were barely open
⁃ But you look… bigger than normal
⁃ MC, did you
⁃ Did you dye your hair???
⁃ He reached for his glasses on the night stand and they weren’t there so he got up and turned on the ligh—
⁃ oH GOOD GOSH
⁃ Besides the initial shock tho he finds it so interesting
⁃ He bout to pull so many pranks
Yoosung watch out

Jumin
⁃ You have never craved healthy food more in your life
⁃ Like yesterday you was bout to chow down on some Oreos
⁃ And now you’d probably rather eat any other vegetable
⁃ Or any other food, for that matter
⁃ Jumin (in your body) can’t wrap his little head around this whole situation
⁃ Cause he is Not Superstitious, he’s very down to earth
⁃ So you’ve caught him staring off into space lookin Very Concentrated and Very Confused
⁃ At least now that you’re in this body
⁃ Feeling its emotions
⁃ You know the answer to the age old question….
⁃ Does Jumin Han Is Gay??
⁃ (I’ll let you decide 😘)

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Cassian x Reader, Part 2

Title: Whatever It Takes Part 2 / AO3
Part 1: tumblr
Part 3: tumblr
Length: 9.5k
Rating: Mature for language, sexual content, and mentions of torture.
Summary: Reader struggles to cope in the aftermath of her torture and Cassian tries to understand why she keeps pushing him away. 
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Superman (1978)

This film was both a masterpiece and a trainwreck. There were elements to it that were incredibly brilliant, while others were completely moronic. The movie was filled with plot holes and logical inconsistencies. Many things were not well explained and made little sense. Lex Luthor’s logic that Kryptonite would be a weakness for Superman was such an enormous, baseless leap that it could have come from a Dan Brown novel. The worst part was the climactic scene where Lois Lane dies in the earthquakes caused by Luthor’s missile strike. Superman is so distraught that he flies into space and circles the Earth so fast that it reverses direction and, somehow, reverses time itself. As if the inevitable forward march of time is determined only by the rotation of one insignificant planet in what is already established to be a vast and well-populated universe. That alone makes absolutely no sense, but what was worse was that he only reversed time just enough to save Lois, but not enough to stop the attack in the first place, proving Superman only cares about Lois and not at all about the countless other people who must have died.

Lois herself was another major flaw in this film, though she was played well by Margot Kidder, the characterization of her was terrible. Ordinarily, it would bother me that the main female character serves as nothing more than a damsel in distress, but I recognize that it is important to the Superman mythos that he must routinely rescue Lois. What was wrong about it, though, was the way in which she manages to get herself in trouble. My favorite version of Superman and Lois Lane come from the 1996 Superman the Animated Series. In that series, Lois does regularly need to be rescued, but only because she is a great reporter who, like all good reporters, takes huge risks in order to get at an important story. She is bold, daring, and fearless, and that gets her in trouble, which is when Superman comes in for the rescue. Needing to be saved isn’t her weakness, it’s her strength. This is not the case in the 1978 movie. In the film, Lois is a tragic case of unfulfilled potential. Early on, when she is first introduced to the new reporter, Clark Kent, the two are walking down the street and they get mugged. Instead of handing over her purse, Lois attacks the mugger, causing him to shoot his gun and run off. Clark was able to catch the bullet, but not the bad guy. Provoking the mugger was stupid and reckless, but it was bold, and during the entire situation, Lois stayed calm, collected, and strong. Those traits do not survive the movie. Afterwards, whenever she gets into trouble, it’s either by coincidence or her own stupidity, but not because of any bold or strong action she’s taken, and instead of fighting to help herself, she just sits and screams until Superman saves her. She also turns into a vapid, lovesick child whenever she’s in Superman’s presence, totally losing any semblance of strength of character she had left. When Superman takes her flying through the city, her bizarre, out-of-place internal monologue sounds like the musings from a 13-year-old girl’s diary, not a grown woman.

Jimmy Olsen was another case of wasted potential. In the comics and the show, Jimmy is young, naïve, and inexperienced, but he is also intrepid and clever, and important to Superman as a character because Jimmy keeps him grounded in humanity. In the movie, though, Jimmy has maybe two minutes of screen time, if that, and he serves no purpose in the story. Superman occasionally comments on how much he likes Jimmy, but nothing on-screen holds that up. Jimmy is so insignificant in this film that he may as well not been in it at all.

With all that said, there was a lot this film did very well. The first thing that strikes you about this movie was the score. Of course, you can’t watch a film scored by John Williams without mentioning the music. John Williams knocks it out of the park every single time, and Superman was no exception. The main theme pulls you in right from the start. It’s powerful, heroic, and dramatic. It has the perfect feel of hope and righteousness that every good Superman story needs. Throughout the entire film, the music enhanced the good scenes and redeemed the bad ones. John Williams can take a mediocre movie and make it great just from the power of music.

Also worth noting was the performance of Christopher Reeve. He played Superman the way he was always meant to be played. Many people have commented on how Clark Kent maintains a secret identity with nothing more than a pair of glasses, but it has been established in the comics that he does so much more than that. He changes the way he speaks, the way he holds his body, the way he walks. Clark uses his physical presentation to change the way he appears to other people, even without a mask, and Christopher Reeve does this perfectly. When he is Clark, he stutters and stammers, he slouches and slumps. He is clumsy, awkward, and unassuming. Despite being tall and muscled, he almost disappears into the background. He is nonthreatening, unimposing, and unmemorable. As Superman, he stands tall, he talks clearly, and he dominates any space he’s in. He holds himself with righteous confidence without being arrogant, and he really does become the paragon of Truth, Justice, and the American Way. Without knowing ahead of time, you’d never know they were the same person. 

This film also had a number of other details that really made it great. The art direction and special effects were astounding, especially for the pre-digital era. Superman’s flight scenes were both innovative and effective. The film made great use of miniatures and matte paintings, which should be used more often today. My favorite detail was that every scene Lex Luthor appeared in, he was wearing a different wig. The early scenes on Krypton with Marlon Brando as Jor-El were like a great short sci-fi movie on its own, with great effects and a compelling story. Superman had many issues that kept it from being perfect, and it was goofy and ridiculous at times, but at other times it was masterful. It was the first big-budget feature superhero film, and it created an entire genre that we are still enjoying today, so it deserves a great deal of credit for that. It did something totally new, and despite its flaws, it did it well.

Robbie D.
The Directionless Director 

Loving You - love triangle!Mingyu and Seungkwan scenario

Request: Mingyu and Seungkwan both crushing on yn

Word Count: 1391

A/N: ANONIE I’M SORRY IF THIS SUCKS I’M NOT GOOD AT LOVE TRIANGLES BUT I DID MY VERY BEST!! I was looking for a mingyu and seungkwan gif but all tumblr gave me was other members asfgjkl tumblr pls. But I just used this because it’s sooooo pretty!!!! I drew inspiration from “The Lady or The Tiger” (it’s a short story) because I didn’t know how to end it :“( I’m sorry guys. Oh but if y'all want me to make the 3 different endings (one for seungkwan, one for mingyu, and one for someone else) then send an ask or leave a comment!! Just let me know and I’ll do it :> Thank you for reading this long ass bs!! -Clar

Originally posted by saebum

Love is a fickle thing. People can fall in love at first sight and fall out of love just as quickly. You never know when it hits you but when it does, it hits you hard. You could fall in love with the most unexpected people; a stranger, a friend, someone you’ve never even met, or maybe even someone else’s love.

To Mingyu, falling in love with you was the best and worst thing that has ever happened to him.

"I love her,” Seungkwan confessed to him one night. Ever since then, the little butterflies that he got whenever he saw you was completely ignored. Giddy feelings that were aroused whenever you were near him were suppressed. He wasn’t ready to betray him like that; it was difficult.

But giving you up was just as hard.

“Hey (y/n),” you turned around, raising an eyebrow at him expectantly. Mingyu was cooking when you entered to grab a drink and you decided to sit down to keep him company. Once you turned around you saw him flinch, biting his lip and looking down, “would you mind tasting this?” You instantly agree, walking up to him and asking for another spoon. He grabs one, scooping up some soup before bringing it to your mouth. You gave him a look before reluctantly opening your mouth.

The happy look you had when you tasted it made him want to embrace you right there and then. As much as he wanted to; he couldn’t. You proceeded to compliment his dish, asking him if he could teach you sometime. He gladly agreed, nodding eagerly as he encouraged you to come to him anytime. Once you left, it felt like Mingyu could breathe again. The ongoing conflict inside of him just wasn’t ending any time soon. Tell me, was betraying someone worth it?

Seungkwan was busy writing a song. Your birthday was coming up and he wanted it to be special. Every day, every night, he’d spend hours on end to think of lyrics that an angel like you deserved. He’d write the millions of things he loved about you and drew inspiration from them. On some days his pen would smoothly glide across the paper, and on other days it would come to a screeching stop. Writing a whole song sounded easy but it never really is. He’d sometimes test out beats and melodies until he got more inspiration for his lyrics. Endlessly worrying about whether he’d make it in time or not, he spent many sleepless nights tossing and turning until dawn came and he was still awake. Were you worth all this?

The things they’ve sacrificed with you in mind were matters that only people who knew love could understand. No matter how much they wanted to reach out to you, it was frightening. Will they ever get to you? They bided their time, unsure of when to make the first move. The constant torment of yearning and not being able to be with you was excruciating misery.

Loving you was pain.

Time flew by pretty quickly and your birthday came. They all greeted you and spent the whole day celebrating. The two boys were both anxious yet at the same time so excited. Seungkwan clutched sheets of paper close to his chest, taking deep breaths as his hands trembled. Mingyu excused himself and hurried to the kitchen. He didn’t come back even though they had started singing.

“아름다운 그대에게 (To the beautiful you),” the soft low note started off the song Seungkwan made for you. The smile you had and the tears of joy that filled your eyes made all those sleepless nights feel insignificant. You embraced him warmly, telling him you loved the song. Your thank you gave him the same happiness as a groom would have upon hearing his lovely bride say, “I do.” Honestly, you were worth all of it and so much more.

Mingyu rushed out of the kitchen, holding a big round cake with flowers and candles on it. There was a dedication written in chocolate saying: “Happy birthday (y/n)! We love you!” He watched as you blew out the candles and took the first bite.

It was soft and moist, practically melting in your mouth. The sweetness of the custard and the fluffy vanilla sponge complimented each other, blending well with the milky chocolate that was glazed over the whole thing. You hummed in ecstacy, “Mingyu this is great!” He simply smiled in response. He couldn’t forget the look on your face, enjoying the cake he perfected just for you. One look at you and he was in the clouds.

Loving you was happiness.

The party was all fun and games but the two boys only thought of you, the hug, and the “thank you” you gave them. Loud cheers and laughter filled the room yet they remained undisturbed by it. Confetti started to collect on them, but neither minded.

Mingyu couldn’t stop thinking about how Seungkwan would feel if he confessed to you. It suddenly didn’t matter as much. You were more important; as if he could just forget about everything and run to you. He was took a sip of water, promising to himself that he’d tell you everything tomorrow.

Loving you was driving him insane.

Seungkwan sighed, contemplating his feelings for you. He felt determined to tell you everything, he wanted to know. The way you smiled at him and simply everything about you made him feel like maybe, just maybe, you could fall in love with him too. He had to tell you tomorrow.

But he wouldn’t have it any other way.

You sat beside your best friend Wonwoo in the library, at the usual table in the corner of the room. He was talking about a book when his phone vibrated, cutting him off mid-sentence. His lips curved into a knowing smile as his thumbs began pressing on keys to type up a short reply. “Let’s leave,” Wonwoo abruptly stood up and nudged you before he began to walk. You trotted behind him, hugging your bag close to your chest as you had no time to fix it, “why so suddenly?” He chuckled, opening the door for you. Behind the door was the boy that made your heart beat faster, standing on the lowest step of the staircase. Your eyes met but you averted your gaze. A small blush formed on your cheeks.

“Someone needs to talk to you,” Wonwoo exhanges looks with him before bidding the two of you goodbye.

You were left alone with him, on the staircase. Looking up, you noticed that the sky was painted in a calming light grey color that covered the pretty blue morning sky that greeted you on the way to the library. The weather was chilly, with the occasional strong breeze that would bring hair into your mouth. The boy’s chest subtly heaved up and down with his mouth slightly parted. He looked like he just ran a marathon just to get here.

“(Y/n),” he chuckled, “I ran all the way here.” He got closer and closer until your lips were millimeters away. His breath was hot and all over your face. The boy’s eyes were just as warm as his breath, taking in your face up close. He smiled, brushing a strand of hair away from your mouth, “hey.” You were caught off guard when he suddenly whispers into your ear, “I have to tell you something and I want you to answer me honestly, okay?”

You nod, “of course.”

He took a deep breath and looked at you straight into your eyes, “I love you,” his voice sounded so serious and confident you weren’t sure if this was the same man you knew. “I love you so much,” his lips tugged into a small smile, “loving you is the best thing I’ve ever done.” You only stared at him, eyes wider than usual.

“So,” he looked at you anticipatingly, “what do you think?” He bit his lip, the confidence he had slowly crumbled away. “Honestly?” you asked in a small voice, looking up at him. He tilts his head and shrugs, “well,” his voice was shaky, “yeah.”

You pulled him closer until your lips met. You felt his lips curve up into a smile against yours; he got his answer.

So, who confessed?

What Happens Behind Closed Doors

Originally posted by kurusakito

Request: Yeah it’d involve having to write the actual adultery scene. I just imagined like the reader and Mark going through rough times in their own relationships (or the reader could be the single one) and they kiss. And mark is all “i hate cheaters” and the girl is like “me too” and things getting heated. But I get that it’s an uncomfortable scenario so it’s okay, love.

Summary: Mark cheats on his girlfriend with Fem!Reader, much angst and self indulgence :/

A/N: Henlo my precious babs am sorry I was gone for a week, this fic proved to be a bit harder to write than I thought but I’m pretty happy with how i turned out tbh. This is my first ever ‘cheating’ fic so I think I did alright. Anyway, no I dont condone cheaters. It’s a shitty thing to do to someone and I think cheaters ar 100% scumbags. For this reason I couldn’t get myself to imagine Mark cheating on Amy (bc she’s perfect and doesn’t deserve that oh my god), so while writing this I convinced myself that Amy is the reader and not the girlfriend. (Although this isn’t much better because then that means she’s ‘the other woman’ there’s no winning here oh my god rip) Anyway, hope you guys enjoy this! (ps in case y’all haven’t seen Wolf of Wall Street, Leonardo DiCaprio’s character cheats on his wife with Margot Robbie, so that’s why I mention her in the fic ok I’m done now bye)

Wordcout: 1315, why are all my fics in the 1300 margin lmao

Warnings: cheating, angst, ‘this is wrong but I won’t stop you because I secretly want this too’ trope

Requests are still closed friends, sorry!

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Revelation

As the Inquisition settles into Skyhold, Solas continues to strive towards his ultimate goal - no matter who it will destroy in the long run.

But the more time he spends with these people, with her - the more uneasy his conscience grows.


Solas dipped his quill, trying to focus on his writing despite the noise above him. The rotunda was being repaired, the upper portion being converted into an improvised rookery.

He thought the choice of renovation was strange, but kept that opinion to himself.

The Inquisition was slowly making a home for themselves in Skyhold. No one had argued when he quietly laid claim to this room as his study and he was thankful for it. Despite the human hands behind its construction, the Ferelden architect responsible for building Skyhold had been true to his intentions to recreate as much of the original structure as he could. It was not the Tarasyl’an Te’las he’d once called his own - but even the faint familiarity offered some sense of comfort.

The note he was writing would appear inconsequential to any who happened upon it. It read as little more than private observances, most likely intended for a personal log.

Despite reaching our objectives in Redcliffe, those who live there still suffer in the aftermath of the rebel mages’s disruption. Many are displaced, lacking in food or shelter, unclear on where they should turn.

I hope for their sakes, someone might lend a hand to the elves of Redcliffe. Perhaps with some assistance, they may find a new sense of purpose in an otherwise chaotic landscape.

He knew his meaning would be more than clear to his intended audience, once he surreptitiously passed the message along. Go to Redcliffe. Bring supplies. There may be opportunities for recruitment.

Despite the obstacle Corypheus was proving to be, Solas’s objectives had not changed. Those who followed him still required instruction. Progress had to be made towards their goal, even though he could not oversee it directly.

The Veil would be removed and the world set right again. It was only a matter of when.

Solas continued writing. The losses suffered at Haven were not insignificant - yet I still have faith that the Inquisition is where I should remain for the time being. This organization is the best chance we currently have of parting Corypheus from the orb he carries. My confidence is only bolstered by their recently formalized choice of Inquisitor. We would not have made it this far without Isii.

Only when his fingers paused did he realize with some small surprise that he’d written her name. He’d referred to her before in his reports. The Herald. Lavellan. The Dalish elf, when he was feeling less favorable. But never as Isii.

He could not help but think of her then. The memory of Haven was still too fresh, too recent, too immediate. He could still remember the finer details of his panic, the sickly quality of his grief when it appeared she had sacrificed herself to save them. He remembered the feel of her fingers laced with his, so cold against his skin, gripping him tightly as he tried to warm her with his magic. She’d smiled at him through shivering breaths, rasping whispered phrases in Elvhen and he no longer cared whether or not she pronounced them correctly. She was alive, having twice cheated death in the short amount of time he’d known her. She was so much more than he could have ever predicted…

Solas pushed the thought aside, clearing his throat as he dipped into the inkwell once more.

He had work to do.

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anonymous asked:

"Listen, I really don’t like you, but you have kittens, so I’m going to be over a lot.” au - pretty please?☺️

This is more pre-slash than anything, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! (also on ao3!)

Stiles’ next door neighbor was an asshole.

A complete and utter asshole. An asshole of giant proportions.

He was the kind of asshole who left passive aggressive post-it notes on Stiles’ front door nearly every morning. Always about the most insignificant shit, too.

Notes telling Stiles to keep his music down even though he had only been playing it at medium volume. How his neighbor could hear it over his shower would forever be a mystery. Dude must have superhuman hearing.

Notes asking Stiles to do his laundry at another time so the noise wouldn’t disturb his neighbor’s sleep. Why that would matter considering the fact that Stiles usually did his laundry in the middle of the afternoon escaped him.

Notes informing Stiles that he needed to take out his garbage, claiming that it was starting to smell. And, yes, his asshole neighbor may have had a point there but how in the hell did he know? It wasn’t like he could smell it, right?

Then there were notes requesting that Stiles stop using so much garlic in his cooking. How that was any of his neighbor’s business was way beyond him.

But even that wasn’t enough for Stiles to draw the line. No, that came when his neighbor started leaving notes complaining about Stiles’ cat.

Stiles had adopted his cat, a lovable little brown tabby tomcat that he had named Hurley, just a few weeks after moving into his apartment. It was his first time living on his own, having shared a dorm with his friend while attending Stanford, and he had found himself in need of some company.

Sure, his dad just lived on the other side of town, but even that wasn’t enough. Stiles was too prone to loneliness to go without a roommate, even if said roommate had four legs and whiskers.

And Hurley was paws down the best roommate Stiles had ever had.

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Bruises, part 4 : My thoughts are empty I feel like I have no story

Word count : 1248

Author note : Part 4, hope you’re still on board.  As always feedback is appreciated as usual. Tag list is at the end and is still close till March 21st.  Domestic violence is not normal, don’t let that happen even once because it’ll happen again, run away or go to the police or call special numbers for domestic violence.

Warnings : Mentions of Bucky’s past.

Song of the title : All You Know, Earlyrise

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Drunken Love

Originally posted by suhyngho

Pairing: Yuta x reader
Genre: bartender!au, fluff
Warnings: alcohol involved
Word count:  2,182


The loud bass boomed through the big speakers, making the ground pulsate with each beat of the upbeat dance song the DJ was playing. Bopping your head along the music you leaned against the counter of the bar and observed the sweaty bodies pressed against each other as they danced away on the dancefloor. 

Being a bartender was no easy job, working in the nightlife you had to endure a lot of things, especially as a woman. You managed to find joy in your job, albeit all you had to go through. Sighing heavily, the corners of your lips turning down in a sign of disapproval, you watched as a small group of very boisterous boys took shots after shots, completely wasted after their fifth one. No matter how many times you’d seen people like this and far worse, it still amazed you how they found bliss solely by drinking so much they cannot walk straight and probably regretting it and swearing to never drink again, but repeating it all again days after. Sure, you were in for some drinks to loosen up and get in the mood, but getting wasted was not your cup of tea. 

Your gaze averted from the group of boys, to a boy who slumped against the bar and judging from the way he was staggering and trying to balance himself on the stool, was also just as drunk. 

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Let’s Be Outcasts (ch 14/?) (AR/Kankri)

Part 2 of cyber!bunny Apocalypse ‘verse (tumblr)

ch: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15

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Summary: Divergent AU where AR and Li'l Seb get kicked into a new universe with some snazzy new cyborg bodies. They’re still working out the bugs.

In which AR discovers that kidnapping rarely solves more problems than it creates, Mituna breaks out of a lab (with some help), and Seb continues to take good care of his Bro.

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You have this weird thing where you find him sort of offensive and charming and hilarious all at the same time and you can’t put your finger on the fascination.  Probably you’re going to die of it. 

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Ch 13.

Cutting through the streets of a patchwork city, following the trail marked by a small robot bunny turned cyborg child, you attempt to explain your life to a troll you were thinking about murdering not 72 hours ago.

You don’t know how long it’ll take you to catch up with Seb, but you’ve got a looming mystery device de-activation to keep on schedule with, so you treat Kankri to the outline version of your backstory.  And by outline you mean you leave some things out entirely.  Wallowing in old memories is not on your emotional to-do list for the foreseeable future, and anyway, you’re hoping that the caffeinated cliffnotes rendition will make you sound less like a crazy person.

Alternate realities and reality altering games, check; watery sea Hitler dystopia, check; trolls and humans from previous game iterations, check.  Teenagers creating artificial intelligence brain-clones in their bedrooms… eh.  What are the odds of that being plot relevant, really?

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