why does she have to be married

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*shyly whispers* do u think u could do another Greek Mythology story~

“Your tapestries are so fine,” the merchant says in wonder, “that you must be blessed by the goddess Athena.”

Arachne tosses her head, braided hair falling over her shoulder like an obsidian waterfall, “What’s Athena got to do with it? My hands wove these, not hers.”

The merchant blanches and looks to the sky, as if expecting Zeus himself to smite them for blasphemy. Personally, she thinks the king of the gods has better thing to do with his time. “Ah,” he says weakly, “I suppose.”

He pays her for her wares and she leaves, almost immediately bumping into a hunched old woman with grey eyes. “Do you not owe Athena thanks for your talent?” she croaks, gnarled hands curled over a cane.

Arachne is not stupid, but she is foolish. They will tell tales of it. She looks into those grey eyes and declares, “Athena should thank me, since my talents earn her so much praise.”

She pushes past her and keeps walking, ignoring the goddess in humans skin as she disappears into the crowd.

They will tell tales of her hubris. They will all be true.

~

The next day she bumps into the same old woman at the market. Everything goes downhill from there.

“Know your place, mortal,” Athena says, grey eyes narrowed. There is a crowd around them, and Arachne could save herself, could walk away unscathed, and all she has to do is say her weaving is inferior to that of a goddess.

She will not lie.

“I do,” she says coolly, “and in this matter, it is above you.”

She is not honest as a virtue, but as a vice.

Athena challengers her to a weaving contest. She accepts.

~

Gods are not so hard to find, if you know where to look.

“It’s a volcano,” the baker repeats, looking down at her coins, as if he feels guilty for taking money from someone who’s clearly not all there.

She grabs her bag of sweet breads and adds it to her pack before swinging it over her shoulders, “Yes, I know. Half a day’s walk, you said?”

“A volcano,” he insists, as if she did not hear him perfectly well the first dozen times.

“Thank you for your help,” she says. He’s shaking his head at her, but she knows what she’s doing.

She walks. She grows hungry, but does not touch the bread she paid for, and walks some more. The sun’s begun to set by the time she makes it to the base of the volcano. It’s tall, impossibly large, and for a moment the promise of defeat threatens to overwhelm her.

But Arachne does not believe in defeat, in loss. They will tell tales of her hubris. Those tales will be true.

She ties a scarf around her braids then hikes her skirt up and ties the material so it falls only to her thighs. She fits work roughened hands into the divots of cooled magma and begins her slow ascent.

~

The muscles in her legs and arms shake, and her hunger pains are almost as distracting. Her once white dress is dirt smeared and torn and sweat makes her itch as it covers her body and drips down her back.

“What are you doing?”

Arachne turns her head and bites back a scream, looking into one giant eye. The cyclops holds easily to the volcano’s edges, even though her hands are torn and bleeding. She swallows and says, “I heard you like honeyed bread. Is it true?”

The creature tilts his head to the side, baring his long fanged teeth at her. She thinks he might be smiling. “You’ve been climbing for hours. What do you want?”

“Is it true?” she repeats, refusing to flinch.

“Yes,” he says, looking at her the same way the baker had, “it’s true.”

“There’s some sweet bread in my pack, baked this morning,” she says, “it should still be soft.”

His hands are big enough and strong enough that it could probably squeeze her head like a grape. Instead he gently undoes her pack and reaches inside. The honey buns look comically small in his large hands, and he swallows half of them in one bite. He licks his fingers clean when he’s done, and his smile is just as terrifying the second time around. “I am Brontes. Why are you climbing my master’s volcano?”

“I’m the weaver Arachne,” she takes a deep breath, “I need your master’s help.”

~

They tell tales of Hephaestus’s ugliness.

They are not true.

He’s got a broad, angular face and short brown hair. His eyes are like amber set into his face, and his arms are huge, and he’s rippling muscle from the waist up. He has legs only to his knees. From there down his legs are bronze gears and golden wire, replacements for the legs destroyed when Hera threw him from Mount Olympus.

“Had your look, girl?” he asks, voice rough like he’s always a moment away from breaking into a coughing fit.

“Yes,” she says, and doesn’t turn away, keeps looking.

His lips quirk up at the corners, so it was the right move. The heat is even more oppressive inside the volcano, and all around him cyclopses work, forging oddly shaped metal that she can’t hope to understand. “You’ve gone to an awful lot of trouble to find me, girl. What do you want?”

She slides her pack off her shoulders and holds it out to the god, “I have a gift for your wife. I have woven her a cloak.”

He raises an eyebrow and doesn’t reach for the bag, “You believe something made with mortal hands could be worthy of the goddess of beauty?”

They will tell tales of her hubris.

“Yes.”

They will all be true.

With a gust of wind the oppressive heat of the volcano is swept away, leaving her chilled. In its place stands a woman – more than a woman. Aphrodite has skin like the copper of her husband’s machines and hair dark and thick and long. Her eyes are deepest, richest brown, piercing in their intelligence. People don’t tell tales of Aphrodite’s cleverness. That is because people are stupid.

“Let’s see it then,” she says, reaching inside the pack and pulling the cloak from its depths.

It unrolls beautifully. It’s made from the finest silks, and it shimmers in the light from the forges. The hem of the cloak is sea foam, speaking of Aphrodite’s beginning, and up along the cloak is intricate patterns it tells of her life, of her marriage and her worshippers and escapades, all with the detail of the most experienced artist and the reverence of her most devoted followers.

Her lips part in surprise and she slides it on, twirling like a child. “Gorgeous,” Hephaestus says, though Arachne knows he does not speak of the cloak. She doesn’t take offense.

The goddess smiles and Arachne’s heart pounds in her chest. She does her best to ignore it – Aphrodite is the goddess of love, after all. It is only expected. “Very well,” the goddess says, “you have my attention.”

Arachne swallows. Aphrodite’s attention is a heavy thing. “I have offended Athena,” she says, “She has challenged me to a weaving contest.”

Their faces somber. Hephaestus rubs the edge of a sleeve between his fingers and says, “Athena will lose such a contest, if judged fairly. She does not take loss well.”

“I know,” she says, “you are friendly with Hades, are you not?”

There are no tales of their friendship. But she’s staking her life on its existence, because why wouldn’t it exist – both of them even tempered, both shunned by Olympus, both happily married.

Gods hate being made to feel lesser. It is why they say Persephone was kidnapped, why they say Aphrodite cheats with Ares. It is why Athena will crush her when Arachne wins the weaving contest.

“Clever girl,” Hephaestus says, smiling.

Aphrodite stares at her reflection in a convenient piece of polished silver. Arachne assumes Hephaestus left if lying there for that express purpose. “Very well!” the goddess says, not looking at her, “when Athena sends you to the underworld, we will entrench upon our uncle for your release.” She turns on her heel and points a finger at her. Arachne blushes for no reason she can think of. “In return, you will weave me a gown, one equal to my own beauty.”

A gown as exquisite as the goddess of beauty. An impossible task.

They will tell tales of her hubris.

“I accept.”

They will all be true.

~

The contest goes as expected. Athena’s tapestry is lovely, but Arachne’s is lovelier.

The goddess’s face goes red in rage, and her grey eyes narrow. Arachne stands tall, ready to accept the death blow coming for her.

The blow comes.

Death does not.

~

She is an insect. Even if she can make it back to Hephaestus’s volcano, even if they can help her, they will not know it is her. She has no hope left, no course of action, she should just give up. But –

She doesn’t believe in defeat, in loss.

It was a terribly long journey on foot, that first time. It is even longer this time, although now she has eight legs instead of two. She makes it to the volcano, and creeps in between crevices, until she finds out a hollowed room, one with a sliver of sunlight and plenty of bugs to keep her fed.

Athena’s cruel joke of allowing her to weave will be her downfall. Her silk comes out a golden yellow color – it will look exquisite against Aphrodite’s copper skin.

~

It takes seven years for her to complete it. She hasn’t left this room in the volcano in all that time, and as soon as it’s done she scurries out back toward the village. She’s a large insect, but not that large.

She arrives just as the sun begins to rise, and leaves before the first rays have even touched the earth, her prize tied to her back with her own silk.

Arachne doesn’t return to her room. Instead she goes to the more popular parts of the volcano, hurries and runs around terrifying stomping feet until she finds who she’s looking for and scurries up his leg and onto his shoulder.

“Huh,” Brontes looks onto his shoulder and blinks. “What on earth are you?”

She cautiously skitters down his arm, waiting. He bends closer and lightly touches her back. “Is – is that a piece of a honey bun?”

She looks up at him, waiting. It’s her only chance, if he doesn’t remember, if he doesn’t understand –

His face slowly fills with a cautious kind of wonder. “Arachne?”  She jumps in place, being unable to nod, and Brontes cautiously cradles her in his massive hands, “We must find the Master immediately!”

She jumps down, landing in front of him and running forward. “Wait!” he calls, and she makes sure he’s running after her before skittering back to her corner of the cave. It’s almost too small for him to enter but he squeezes inside and breathes, “Oh.” He stares for several moments, and Arachne climbs her web and waits. Brontes shakes himself out of his reverie and uses his powerful wings to bellow, “MISTRESS APHRODITE!”

There’s that same breeze and she’s in the crevice with them, “What was so important, Brontes, that you had to yell?”

Arachne sees the exact moment that the goddess sees the gown, golden yellow and glimmering, made entirely of spider silk. “Beautiful,” she says, reaching out a hand to brush down the bodice. Her head then snaps up, “Brontes, where’s Arachne?”

She warms at that, that Aphrodite knew it was her weaving even though she hasn’t been seen in seven years.

They’ve told tales of her hubris.

They are all true.

Brontes points at the web, and Aphrodite steps over and holds out her hands. Arachne crawls onto the goddess’s palms. “Athena is more powerful than I am, I cannot undo her work,” she says, “but I know someone who can.”

Then they are in front of a river. A handsome young man stands there waiting with a boat. “Goddess Aphrodite,” he says, “we weren’t expecting you.”

“Thanatos,” she returns, “I need to see Persephone.”

The man’s face stays cool, and for a moment Arachne fears they will be refused and she will be stuck in this form forever. Then he smiles and says, “My lady is of course available for her favored niece.” He holds out a hand to help her onto the boat, “Please come with me.”

~

Arachne weaves a dress for Hades’s wife as a thank you, and returns to her volcano.

“I can take you somewhere else,” Aphrodite says, “you don’t have to hide here.”

Arachne pauses at her loom. She has lived in this volcano for seven years. It’s her home. “Would you like me to leave?” she asks instead.

Aphrodite scoffs, “Of course not! How could I dress myself without you here?” She’s wearing the spider silk dress Arachne spun for her, and she’s working on another for the goddess now. Aphrodite runs a gentle finger down Arachne’s cheek and for a moment she forgets to breathe. “You are the finest weaver to ever exist.”

She looks up at the goddess, “Then as the god of crafts and goddess of beautiful things, where else would I belong besides with you and Hephaestus?”

To declare your company equal to that of gods is the height of arrogance and blasphemy.

They tell tales of her hubris.

“An excellent point,” Aphrodite murmurs, and tucks a stray braid behind Arachne’s ear.

They are all true.

gods and monsters series part iii

Inexorable (1)

So I thought, why not combine that shit and make it a mini-series or something? I really hope you two anons enjoy it! No idea how many parts there will be. We shall see. Gif isn’t mine, cred goes to the owners! 1,560 Words

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader 

Genre: Fluff, a little crack, (Eventual) Smut, Mafia au!

Part 1 | Part 2

Everyone’s heard of blind dates – never of blind marriages, not even in the mafia world. Yet, here you were, walking down the aisle, your hand latched onto your father’s arm, towards a young man you had never seen before. 

You hadn’t even gotten the chance to speak to him, let alone this being the first time you actually got to see his face. There was so much rage bubbling inside you at the moment, but it was all hidden behind a small smile.

Combining two mafia organizations together was a huge deal; something bosses usually agreed on with the exchange of girls, but considering Red Python was one of the most powerful organizations in the country, they wouldn’t want just any girl. They wanted a suitable bride for the heir of said organization.

And your father, being the great, generous man he was, suggested you.

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Okay, but listen, I’ve been thinking about this and I’m pretty sure that only a small part of the Justice League knows that Bruce is Batman and obviously, most of the rogues gallery is in the dark as well–but Selina is another story. Like, she has a record, compared to Bruce LOTS more people KNOW she’s Catwoman.

So basically, if she agrees to marry Bruce, any romantic relationship she has with Batman is out the window when they’re out and about. Like, strictly professional when they’re around other people.

I can see the hilarity that would come out of it.

Like, imagine 99% of the Rogues gallery tracking him down after “The Future Mrs. Wayne?” gets slapped all across the tabloids. And at first, Bruce is like, shit…wtf? Because night after night he’s got Harvey and Jervis and Fries hunting him down.

But instead of trying to kill him they’re all, “We’re really sorry about this whole Bruce Wayne thing. We were really rooting for you and Selina.” 

The only ones that don’t come to congratulate him are Ivy and Harley (and possibly Eddie since last I checked he DID know Bruce’s identity), because they’re busy tracking Selina down and being all, “Well, good for you. You finally ditched the Bat. He was never any good for you anyways.” 

(She laughs so hard when she finally gets away from them, she can barely breathe, let alone talk, and Bruce spends like ten minutes convinced that Harley dosed her with Joker gas before she can finally get the whole story out.)

And then there’s the Justice League and, of course, the members that know Bruce congratulate him (though most of them are confused as to how this happened). 

But there are the ones that only know Batman and they’re whispering behind his back about how sad it is, because they know Batman has a thing for Catwoman, but he’s too emotionally constipated to act on those feelings.

 And then, she comes in for a mission (because they need her to steal something obs) and there’s no denying (even though they do a remarkable job of toning it down) that there’s still something between them. And, Bruce, being Bruce, does something stupidly heroic and almost gets himself killed, which naturally gets a reaction from Selina. 

So you end up with, I dunno, Hal (I have no idea who in the JLA actually knows Bruce’s secret identity and who doesn’t rn) approaching him later–probably as he’s ripping out IVs–and being all, “Listen, I know I’m the last person who should be giving anyone advice on romance…Hell, I don’t know why I’m even bothering it’s not like you’ll listen to me…or at all, but you know, I think Catwoman still has feelings for you and you should act on that before she gets married to that Wayne dude. I mean, I’d prefer Wayne over you, even if he is a flake, but I think she might only be with him because she’s given up on you.” 

I mean, they could even go as far as to have, someone not in the know catch them having a private moment and being all, “OMG, Selina does Bruce know you spend your nights making out with Batman?” and at this point, Bruce is like five minutes away from deciding that keeping his identity secret is NOT worth this headache. 

But Selina just looks whoever it is in the eye and calmly says, “Sometimes he joins us.” 

And Bruce has to excuse himself, because Batman does NOT laugh, but oh boy, does he love his wife. 

(Even better, if it’s someone who’s friend with Nightwing, so the next time they see him, they ask if he knew that his mentor is part of a threesome with Bruce Wayne and Catwoman. You KNOW, Dick would piss himself laughing.)

baby fever [parenthood series #1]

 summary: Bucky wants a baby. || fluff & nsfw || [future]dad!bucky x reader ||

warnings: your heart will grow like the grinch at this sweet content, nsfw, smut, trying for a baby, fear of parenthood, [intentional] unprotected sex, mentions of prenancy, mentions of Steve/Natasha and their baby Sarah

note: I’ve been posting dad!bucky fics here and there, so I decided to make a legit series and stuff about it called ‘Parenthood.’ This series will show everyone how Bucky’s little family was started, and how they progress through milestones and all of that. Here’s the first part called ‘Baby Fever!’ 

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Peraltiago Headcanon #1

I will bet good money that on that life plan hanging above their bed Amy had written for herself “have kid”/“get married” and whenever Jake sees that he does his dopey grin face and thinks about what it will be like to marry Amy and to raise kids with her and then she’s like “Jake why are you staring at the life plan like that????” and he just goes “nothing” and he totally doesn’t focus on the fact that she said “the life plan” instead of “my life plan” bc she 100% writes down his life goals too aka “meet Bruce Willis” or “Make Holt watch Die Hard” and like they are meaningless to Amy but they are big goals to him and she writes them on there and they have their little life plan above their bed and everything is okay

My moms reaction to Sherlock S4

For clarification : My mom is a super casual viewer but she knows I ship Johnlock. After we rewatched S 1-TAB she low key ships them, too. (but she doesn’t know about tjlc) She doesn’t speak English so we watched it in german. Everything in this post is translated.

The six thatchers

Sherlock pretends he doesn’t know Thatcher:
Mom (suspicious): Why is he pretending?


Car seat boy:
Mom: Is this real? That’s the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen.
Me (in my head): just wait until you’ve watched everything…

Sherlock tells Mary how he found her:
Mom: couldn’t they have found her sooner. What did they do the whole time? Were they busy kissing?

Mary gets shot:
Mom: WHAT? Lets watch this scene again.

We watched it again:
Mom: Tell mevwhat really happened!
Me: This is what happened.
Mom: NO!

Mary dies
Mom: This was obviously staged. It looked like a play.


End of the episode:
Mom: Why wasn’t John in this one? The show isn’t called ‘Mary’


The lying detective

Mary appears on screen:
Mom: Not her again…

“but he’s our monster”
Mom: No Mary, you’re the monster!

“Is cup of tea a code?”
Mom: It is a code, isn’t it? Why should they mention it if it’s not?
Me: *dies*

John beating up Sherlock:
Mom (stops episode): John would never do that. Did Sherlock take that strange memory drug?

After the hug:
Mom: Did I miss something? Did they kiss? It looks like it…

End of the episode:
Mom: The child is dead.
Me: WHAT? WHY?
Mom: John imagines his dead wife and now his cjild conveniently disappeares when he’s busy?! The cild is dead.

The final problem:

“Welcome to the final problem”
Mom: It’s already satire.

Umbrella-sword-gun:
Mom: So when does the real episode start?

Patience granade:
Mom: The show is over. Either they’re dead or the show got so unbelievable they should just stop.

Mycroft reveals his captain disguise:
Mom: That’s too much!
Mom: *stops episode and walks away*
(She came back with cookies)

Every time Eurus is on screen:
Mom: I don’t get it.
Me: me neither.
(By the end of the episode it was an inside joke)

Sherlock hugs Eurus:
Mom: Why didn’t Sherlock ‘magical hug’ John, after Mary died. The whole second episode could have been avoided.

After the episode :
Mom: so they’re married now?

Arranged Love | Jungkook

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 14.5 | Part 15Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Epilogue

Summary: Whatever happened to true love? To fairytale romance? Where was that magical spark, those lingering kisses, the butterflies in your stomach, the fireworks in your heart? Where was the romance and the honesty in a forced love, in a forced marriage between you and Jungkook?

Word Count: 4,535

Genre: fluff and soon to be angst

A/N: So, someone requested an arranged marriage series with Jungkook, and someone else requested a scenario where the reader and Jungkook are dating for publicity so I figured I would combine the two and make it into a chaptered fanfic

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Jon Choking Littlefinger

I’ll start right away by saying that plotwise, if Jonsa isn’t happening (it is happening in s8), Jon choking LF, didn’t forward the story in any way, at all. 

The crypt scene could’ve easily not have had LF in it, it could’ve just been Jon looking at Ned, then heading out, mounting his horse, turning around, smiling and waving goodbye at Sansa, and it would’ve worked perfectly, no need for the choking scene, but they included it it anyway. Why?

It had already been made very clear to us that he’d die for her, kill for her in season 6. I mean he almost beat Ramsay to death, he fought a war for her. So yeah, there was no reason to show him being so aggressive towards someone connected to Sansa, again; towards someone who declared his love for her, to him.

Again, you gotta ask yourself, why then? 

That scene added nothing to Jon’s plot/story in s7. Nothing, but the fact that he loves Sansa, fiercely.

D&D had him threaten LF, that if he touches Sansa (for a platonic relationship, the word harm, would’ve worked much better, but yeah… D&D settled for touch, more than once) he’s going to kill him. Now, we all know Jon’s threats were meaningless, they literally were empty threats, because LF was meant to be later executed by Sansa, Arya & Bran. So why add that choking scene then? If Jon wasn’t even going to carry out the threat?

D&D for “some 😉” reason wanted to keep reminding us, even in season 7, just how much Jon loves Sansa, just how possessive and protective he is of her, because for “some 😉” reason it’s clearly very important to the plot.

“She’s his sister, of course he’s protective of her.” Ok, fair enough, but the scene where he almost beats Ramsay to death, the scene where Sansa says “He’ll keep me safe, I trust him.”, the one where she tells him “Father couldn’t protect me, neither can you, so stop trying.” and he says “I’ll stop trying to protect you when […]”, and the scene where he tells her “I’ll never let him touch you again. I’ll protect you, I promise.”, were more than enough to get that message across, the viewers got the memo Jon cares deeply for Sansa in S6, no need to waste precious screentime, and money on it any further in S7, and yet, they did. That choking scene, only ended up making the goodbye scene between Jon and Sansa, more powerful, more intense, more meaningful; it gave it a romantic feel.

D&D kept showing us, that Jon is very protective towards Sansa, in a territorial way, almost in a “don’t you dare, don’t you dare touch her, get near her, she’s mine; mine to protect, mine to take care of, mine to love.” kind of way. I cannot see another reason why D&D would simply bother so much, waste so much screentime, to show us just how much he loves Sansa, and how much Sansa loves him, over and over again, if they’re not building them up for romance in S7.

Again, exclude Jonsa, and that scene doesn’t make any sense, exclude Jonsa, and that scene was absolutely pointless/useless. I highly doubt they’d waste money to pay the actors, to shoot a scene that brings absolutely nothing to the plot. No. They wouldn’t. Same thing with the scenes with Tyrion “a sham marriage, unconsummated”, I mean, why add that? Why add a scene with Jon, where Sansa where her (not)bedding is being discussed? lol And Theon, “What you did for her, is the only reason I’m not killing you.”, which translates to, you betrayed my family, I should kill you right now, but you saved her, and she saved me in return, she means the world to me, she’s all I have left, all because you helped her, so I’ll let you live, I won’t kill you.

He’s miles away from her, and Sansa keeps being brought up, he’s miles away from her, and Sansa keeps bringing Jon up. D&D did not want us to forget about Sansa’s and Jon relationship, they didn’t want us to forget their love for each other, even while being miles and miles apart from one another.

So yeah, the only purpose that choking scene served, was of enlightening (some of) the viewers at home (the majority are still clueless lol… my sweet summer children🙈), it served to make Littlefinger (and us) realize, Jon has strong feelings for Sansa, which later led Littlefinger to tease Sansa about a Jon/Dandelion alliance/marriage to see her reaction, to see if she feels the same way towards him, and what he got from her, was an incredulous “You think he wants to marry her?!”. I mean look at her expression, how she raises her eyebrows, she’s literally like, “What? Jon wouldn’t marry her/do that? Would he?”

I must say, Sansa also seems to be quite possessive of Jon, as well. Her reply to LF was odd, for a sister. It’s as if this whole time, she thought she’d never have to share him with anyone, that he’d always be hers, that she’d be the only one he gave his attention and love to. As if the thought, that Jon will marry someone at some point, never even crossed her mind, which would be, well, weird, to say the least, if she only had sisterly feelings towards him, which she clearly does not

This season we also got the “What about happy? Why aren’t you happy? What do you want, that you do not have?” question from Littlefinger, a question which she doesn’t answer, well, she does answer, but by avoiding the question, “At the moment, peace and quiet.”, which is like, at the moment what I’d very much like/want, is for you to stop moving your mouth and get tf out of my sight. lol I love sassy/savage Sansa 😆 Fact remains, she did not answer his question, so it’s left to the audience, to answer the question for her.

I’m pretty sure many of the viewers sitting at home, answered that question in their head. I watched this episode with a group of friends, there were 10 of us, they all thought (me included) that love is what’s missing in her life, that love is what she wants, what she still wants. Sansa, despite all that’s happened to her, she still wants love, I mean, there’s nothing else missing in her life, she’s home, surrounded by friends, she has Jon, and she’s safe, again, the only thing missing in her life, is love. 

I don’t even want to imagine what it must feel like for her, to have feelings for Jon, that she thinks she’s not supposed to have (bc you know, she doesn’t know he’s her cousin, yet), to know they can never be. I think that, that, is what makes her unhappy, and I assume, very, very frustrated too, and I ssume, also pretty mad at the Gods, for being so cruel, for playing sick jokes on her, for denying her love, time and time again. 

Going back to LF, I think at this point, after getting that incredulous, somewhat shocked reply from her, after seeing just how loyal she is towards Jon, that nothing he could say nor do, would ever turn her against him, Littlefinger is pretty sure both Sansa and Jon have strong feelings for each other, and that, that’s why he failed to come between them, why he failed and is continuing to fail to turn Sansa against him. 

Note: Him failing to get between Jon and Sansa, is also why he changed his strategy, and decided to try and pit Sansa and Arya against each other, which, let me tell you, had he succeeded, as a consequence/chain reaction, he would’ve managed to come between Jon and Sansa as well, because Jon would’ve never forgiven Sansa, if she had executed Arya. Had LF managed to manipulate Sansa into killing Arya, he would’ve isolated her from the other Starks, which was his plan/main goal all along.

“What are you talking about, Littlefinger doesn’t think Jon and Sansa have feelings for each other, he thinks/knows they’re brother and sister, he’d never think they could fall for each other.” Yeah… emh, this is the same character who said this, in S2 (season 2 is where D&D started with all the foreshadowing btw): 

Jon’s reaction was completely out of place, he could’ve simply threatened him, told him “you stay away from her/I’m warning you, to stay away from her, or else…” or something along those lines, but no, D&D had him in full snap mode, instead. 

I mean, nothing else LF said got a reaction out of him, nothing. D&D deliberately had him snap at the I love Sansa. As I loved her mother.” He snarled, slammed him on the wall, full force, like, really violently, all the while growling, literally like a wolf (going back to the territorial behaviour), we’ve never heard him growl like that, never, and he almost chokes him to death, but somehow manages to stop himself from doing so.

Then he casually get’s out the crypts, and D&D proceed to give us that beautiful, heartbreaking/heartfelt goodbye. Jon turns, waves goodbye and sweetly, but sadly smiles at her, as if nothing happed just two minutes ago in the crypts lol Sansa waves back, and she also sweetly, but sadly smiles back at him. 😭💔

 And then? Littlefinger comes out the crypts, confused af by what just happened. I think LF here, is supposed to represent the audience. The audience, just like him, should go “wtf was that?/wtf just happened?/wth did he react like that/so violently?”, and then go “oh, oooh, omg! OMG!!!”, just like LF is going in his head. Then he looks up, only to see Sansa looking melancholically in Jon’s direction, even if Jon is no longer in view now, and she looks so worried, sad and heartbroken.

You can literally see all the wheels turning in LF’s head, in the gif above.

Conclusion: If Jonsa wasn’t bound to happen in S8, this scene would’ve never happened. Jon choking Littlefinger, was included because of Jonsa, it had no other purpose, but to further Jonsa, to show the viewers, through Jon’s actions, and LF’s reaction, that Jon’s behaviour and feelings towards Sansa are very intense/strong and “slightly” inappropriate.

#JonsaIsComing 💙

  • Questions while watching Stranger Things for the first time: Where is Will? Where is Barb? What is that weird angry flower thing? Is the body real? Where is Eleven?
  • Questions while watching Stranger Things for the second time: Why are there so many sheds in the Byers' yard? Why does Mike's hair grow so fast? Who are the two guys that went hunting and did anyone ever find them? Is Will going to be okay? Where is Eleven?
  • Questions while watching Stranger Things for the 87th time: Who is Eric and why did he need Jonathan to cover for him? Do the Blackburns next door have a cute baby? Where will Max sit at the D&D table? Why does that one girl with black hair at Nancy's school wear the same outfit two days in a row? Did Mr. Clarke ever marry his adorable movie date? If it wasn't frost bite, then what was it? Would Eleven have liked the chocolate pudding? Where is the season two trailer? Where are our season two stills? Where is the new content? Did the Suffer brothers forget they had a show to promote? Should someone remind them? AND WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER ELEVEN IS SHE SAFE SUFFER BROTHERS WE NEED NEW CONTENT TO ANALYZE RIGHT NOW BECAUSE WE DON'T KNOW WHERE ELEVEN IS AND WE CANNOT WAIT UNTIL HALLOWEEN TO FIND OUT

yoooo taylor ain’t breathing one word during this promotional period for her new album. she’s completely in control of everything right now. she’s releasing bts clips from lwymmd and the occasional taylor swift now vid to still engage with us and show us the old silly sarcastic taylor ain’t dead. the only taylor that is dead is the one that the media and general public love to create. and she ain’t giving them anything this time. why should she. she owes them nothing. the only social platform she is engaging with people on is this one - which is ONLY for her fans. she’s still letting us into her world but for everyone else she’s letting the music speak for itself, whether it be her own or the songs she is currently listening to. in doing this it does infact still create hype for her album, without her having to speak a single word. the focus is on the music this time and not who she’d rather marry, kiss or kill.

The History of the RFA: Jumin’s Route

The History of the RFA

*Inspired by “The History of the whole world, I guess” and “The History of Japan.” I’m gonna put this on every one I do but guys you gotta mentally read this in the voice of Bill Wurtz; that means tone, jingles, sound effects, and all or it is not gonna be as entertaining.*

Welcome back, remember those people we were talking about? Yeah the ones who thought you were a hacker, those people.
Let’s say you started liking someone. Y’know like, like like them. What’s that called?

See that purple one? Wow that one looks appealing, let’s take that one. His name is Jumin Han and he’s a Christian

But that really doesn’t matter cause it only comes into play once.
Anyway, surprise! His dad wants to marry a woman. A rich woman. Actually a gold-digging woman. “Why does he want that?” you might ask. I don’t know, good question. Guess he thinks she loves him or something. 

Her name is Glam Choi.
But Jumin doesn’t like this, cause his dad’s with tons of women all the time and they always break up anyway.
“Wow this is stupid. And it sucks,” says Jumin to his cat. Did I mention he has a cat?

“I also have a wife for you,” says Jumin’s dad who’s the chairman of the big company that they own. Yeah they own a big company that’s why gold diggers want him.
“oh shit,” Jumin says.
So now Jumin has a fiance that he doesn’t want and he’s already having trouble processing feelings because you make him feel nice inside. Real nice, y’know? 

oh by the way this is that fiance that he doesn’t want

So now Jumin and his dad are fighting. Well not like fighting fighting, they just..aren’t..on..good terms.
Jumin’s not only trying to juggle having a sudden fiance that he doesn’t like and having to fight with his dad because of this sudden fiance that he doesn’t like, but now he just realized he has feelings for you. Y’know. Feelings. For you: The

“Hey you,” says that albino guy who’s also in the group, “I had this crazy premonition, your cat is gonna disappear, you should be worried.”

“That’s stupid,” Jumin says, “that’s ridiculous, premonitions aren’t real, fuck this, I’m not listening to you,”

“Hey, you,” says that fiance that Jumin doesn’t want, “love me, aren’t I hot, I can buy my own bags, just marry me cause I’m great”

“Yeah she’s totally great, you should marry her,” says the gold digging woman Jumin’s dad is marrying.

”Yeah you gotta marry her because you’re my son and you need a wife,” says his dad. Yeah his dad basically calls him a lonely loser. 
Jumin is now completely paranoid that everything will go wrong and that his cat’s gonna get taken so he locks it in a cage.

“Woah,” says Jumin’s assistant, “Guys this is serious, he’s losing his mind, we gotta do something.” So after a not very long discussion they all decide that you need to go and see him. 

And so you go and see him-

“You’re not leaving,” Jumin says, “it’s for your safety. Also I like you. But it’s mainly for your safety because of that hacker guy who brought you to our group. So don’t leave. I’m forbidding you.”

You realize that you have to help him and tell him nice things to keep him calm. But then his cat escapes. 
Shit, now this is gonna get worse.
“I know what it is,” Jumin says, “I just couldn’t get over an unrequited love from the past and I was projecting it onto my cat. Now that my cat is gone, I can focus more on you. Now you’re never leaving. Also it’s for your safety.”

You still try to help, but everyone else is really worried about you.

By worried I mean they don’t trust your judgement of the current situation.
Jumin’s slowly becoming more obsessive but you’re doing your best to tell him that this shit is gonna smooth over. 

It is now the day of the party. Oh yeah did I mention you’re a party coordinator for this group now? Well you are.
The hacker issue has been resolved for the most part, the cat has been found, and Jumin’s no longer as obsessive. He’s realized that he just wants to be with you and plans to announce this right in front of everyone at the party.
Which consists of his dad and his dad’s new fiance and that fiance for him that he doesn’t want and also the news crew..y’know like the media?
There’s a lot of people there.

So he does that! Yay! Sarah, Glam, and Jumin’s dad are kinda pissed at him for that but whatever, now you guys can get married and live together.

The evolution of Astoria Malfoy in my sketches, from the first drawing (May, 2017) to the last one (December, 2017). You can find all of them in my tag #drastoria. Creating a series of sketches helped me to see how important it is to draw a character more than three times and explore as much as I can. Slowly progressing to the look that Astoria has in my head for a very long time. 

Classy woman, with a mysterious, calm look. She has bright blue eyes like a cold lake, but they are warm and kind like her heart. It’s easy to feel like you’re drawning in her gaze. Streight black hair that she oftens puts in a ponytail. She doesn’t like them in her face so they are pushed back.

Rarely she shows her teeth when she smiles but she’s expressive and has sense of humor. She’s very polite and mature, and also very honest. Because she’s a quiet woman by nature, when she speaks the true to the table everyone feels the impact of her words - and that cought Draco’s attention. She’s flirting and cheeky and confident. Also, very meticulous and perfeccionist. She’s annoyed by a number of insignificant things, like food, places, texture of clothes, smells, flavours, annoyed to the point of breaking relationship; she’s someone who is not easy to satisfy - or live with (Draco too, which makes them both perfect for each other). She likes her own space and you have to respect that. She doesn’t like small talks, but she enjoys flirting and teasing. She takes her own clothes before sex and there are things in bed that she absolutely won’t do - and there are things that has to be done.

Surprisingly enough, she and Draco has a very good and balanced relationship - they seem to have what the other needs - he needs someone who listen his thought, the good and bad ones/she does it perfectly, without judgement. - She needs someone who doesn’t try hard to satisfy her/Draco naturally knows what she wants and always seems curious to know something else about her - and that’s why he married her.

Make Tea, Not War.
If it weren’t for the sturdy construction of a late 2008 MacBook—yes, white (well, more like off-dingy-white) shell and all—and the soft, fluffy rug—a housewarming gift from your mother–that covered your hardwood floors, the computer would have been shattered when you vaulted from the couch after the article—sent from a friend that was in desperate need of a lesson in softening the blow–loaded on the screen.

“Fuck!” you cursed, haphazardly picking your laptop up by the corner and tossing it on the sofa. “Shit, fuck!” Snatching your not-yet-empty wine glass from its perch, you stomped into your flat’s little kitchenette and uncorked the bottle of red while downing what remained in your glass. You poured and downed another.

“Really?!” you screamed at the pocket pig calendar hanging opposite you, a bit of spittle and wine flying from your mouth.

Poor Darius; he and his little cowboy hat didn’t deserve any of this.

You tried to calm yourself, really you did, but after a few huffing breaths that were anything but calming, you gave up and grabbed the bottle of wine before heading back to the couch. Your phone was at your ear, number selected and dialed, before the blankets and pillows had even settled from the force of your entire body weight slamming dramatically into them.

“Honey, are you alright?” Despite the hint of worry in her tone, your mum’s voice managed to calm you a bit; suddenly air wasn’t being forced in and out of your lungs as a more natural rhythm took hold.

“No,” you answered tartly before taking another swig of wine. It was silent as you both waited for the other to speak.

“Well are you going to tell me or can I get back to bed?” Mum was always impatient when it came close to bedtime; she was a solid eight-hour sleeper—nothing more and nothing less—and she coordinated her bedtime and wakeup time perfectly so she always got the right amount of sleep.

“He’s…engaged,” you said bitterly, lips puckering around the words, a sour taste left in your mouth at the admission; it didn’t feel right coming off your tongue. And it wasn’t jealousy—or at least you didn’t want to admit it was—because you weren’t entirely sure that if He were replaced with We you would be left with the same sour feeling.

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Gaston x reader - Will you be my wife?

Originally posted by leethompkins

Imagine Gaston slowly falling in love with you – Belle’s younger sister – after she refuses to marry him.

Note: I know this blog isn’t about BATB but tell me which one of you did NOT fall in love with Luke Evans’s Gaston?
Gif not mine.

Everyone in the village knew Gaston had his eyes set on Belle for quite a while now. Unfortunately for him, she kept gently refusing him. Yet he only though of it as she was playing hard to get, even called it ‘outrageously attractive’

Gaston may not have been the brightest nor the most humble man of all but he definitely wasn’t as bad as your sister talked about him whenever the two of you were alone.

Clearly they weren’t made for each other, Belle sure knew that, Gaston not so much. He obviously fell for her beauty since these two had hardly anything else in common.

Even though you would never admit this to you sister, you’ve grown rather fond of him lately. The Captain had so many more qualities than just being incredibly handsome and an outstanding hunter. 

None of that mattered anyways, he clearly wanted Belle and Belle only.

One day though, he went too far. Making her lose her patience, she finally sent him off making sure he understands she will never marry him.

You were there when the incident happened and although he tried to look cool as he walked out the door, deep down, he was devastated. Publicly humiliated.

Later that day, his loyal companion and a dear friend LeFou took him to a local pub to cheer him up a little. Which didn’t go exactly as planned since Gaston kept whining about Belle’s refusement.

„But what does Belle say? I will never marry you, Gaston.“ He whimpered as he kept turning over in his armchair with a displeased look on his face.

„You know, there are other girls! What about her little sister? She is just as beautiful and I’m sure you two would have much more in common.“ LeFou suggested finally catching Gaston’s attention.

„LeFou, you’re a genious! Why didn’t I see it sooner?! She was right in front of my eyes!“

„Come on, we’ve got work to do!“ Gaston ordered as he got on his feet once again boosting with confidence and made his way out the door quickly followed by LeFou.

—Next morning—
You and your sister were very different. You both had a tendency to joke about how odd you were compared to the rest of the villagers. She always had her nose stuck in a book, while you’ve always prefered activities including sword fighting or archery. Both very inappropriate for a young girl these days. But you couldn’t care less, you’ve even made your own target in the back of your house where you could work on mastering your abilities. 

Which you did quite often, just like this morning.

Suddenly your concentration was interrupted by a sound of four pairs of horse hooves slowly approaching your house. 

You hesitated for a minute if you should go see who the unexpected visitors were since no one else was home at the moment. 

Purely out of curiosity you made your way to the front to find Gaston and LeFou knocking on the door. It was quite suprising, you didn’t expect Gaston to give up completely but neither to turn up so soon.

„Bonjour monsieur Gaston, monsieur LeFou.“ You smiled at both man as you greeted them kindly. „If you’re looking for Belle, I’m afraid she is not here, she went into the library.“

You couldn’t help but notice the lovely bouquet Gaston was holding in his hand. „These are some beautiful flowers you have there, monsieur Gaston. I’m sure Belle will enjoy them very much.“ That was a lie, obviously, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him otherwise.

„Actually, miss Y/N, these are for you.“ He implied giving you one of his most charming smiles as he offered you the flowers. Which you gladly accepted but still couldn’t believe what he just said.

„B-but, I thought-“

„Yes, my dear,“ he continued as he carefully put his hand around your waist. „I thought Belle was the one for me, but when your sister refused me, I finally realized what I was missing.“

„And that would be … ?“ 

„You.“

In any other situation, you would have melted with joy but due to the given circumstances, you weren’t very sure about the credibility of his actions.

„Gaston, while I’m very flattered … I do not think you’re doing this for me. Are you sure you are not just trying to make my sister jealous? Because if you are, trust me, it is not going to work.“ You mumbled as you turned around and slowly started to make your way up the stairs to your house.

„No.“ Gaston wasn’t going to just let you go. Grabbing your wrist, he pulled you close forcing you look straight into his eyes. „Please, let me prove it to you.“ He pleaded.

„Shall I join you for dinner this evening?“ He suggested as he took your hand into his giving it a little kiss. 

You hesitated for a minute but decided to give him a chance. After all, you did like him.

„That would be … very nice.“ You nodded  as your lips curled upwards making his eyes twinkle.

„See you tonight then, my lady!“ 

Now you just had to figure how how tell your sister and your father about the unexpected guest.

why does no one talk about Dorian Haviliard and his relationships with his family
everyone knows his father was an abusive little prick but people barely mention his mother
I mean she barely knows her son (one read of throne of glass and you will know that all she is really concerned about is getting him married off)
but what really strikes me is that in Queen of Shadows she literally didn’t realize that something was off about him
you’d think that if her son was being possessed and supposedly acting ‘cold’ she would have enquired further
then there’s spoiled little Hollin who, despite their strained relationship and many flaws, Dorian STILL wishes to protect (in COM he seriously considers teaching Hollin magic to protect him from his fathers wrath, knowing how dangerous that would be)
So honestly the fact that Dorian grew up with this sham of a family and became such a nice guy nonetheless says a lot about his character

anonymous asked:

oh gosh PLEASE expand the accidental marriage AU PLEASE. it's so good PLS

they say that rao created the suns and stars and planets to keep him company, that he loved his creations for their beauty and order so much that he made krypton, and its people, to delight in it with him. they said—they said—he was so pleased with his children that he gave to them everything he had: wisdom, and passion, and strength, and intelligence, and within all of these gifts, his love.

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Secrets - Sherlock Version

Requested by anon:  Any Pairing: Reader x ?. I’ve got an idea where (Y/N) is hiding something and acting strange but when her boyfriend questions her about it, she avoids answering. This continues until he accuses her of cheating and during their argument she blurts out she’s pregnant (or something).

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 1,006

Warnings: None.

A/N: I was so close to just 1000 words…

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Originally posted by cumbersnitchflabberbatch

Sherlock was staring at the window, violin in hand, immerse in his own thoughts. He was no longer playing, and the movement in him was minimal. Anyone with poor view would’ve thought he was some kind of statue.

“Sherlock.” (Y/N) spoke as she entered the flat. Sherlock looked at her intensely, noticing the details one by one.

“Grocery shopping, rainy, tired, hormonal, new haircut, less makeup, back pain, swollen feet, new manicure, cheerful, keeping a secret.” Sherlock’s mind spoke.

“Thank you, mister for helping your girlfriend to carry the bags all the way up.” (Y/N) spoke exaggerating her tone. Sherlock chuckled slightly and left the violin before walking over to her and hugged her by the back.

“Sorry.” He whispered in her ear and left a kiss on her temple.

“I can’t ever stay mad at you, can I?” She inquired playfully. Sherlock chuckled once more and breathed in her scent like she was used to, except this time he smelled something out of place.

Anaesthetics, but she didn’t have an appointment at the dentist. Bit of male cologne. Which man does she know that can smell like so? John, but he was with Mary all day long, perhaps that doctor friend of her.” Sherlock thought.

“How’s Pete?” Sherlock inquired, pulling away to help her get everything in place.

“He’s good, planning a holiday trip with his kids, why?” (Y/N) replied listlessly. She was used to Sherlock pulling tricks like so, and although it still impressed her she liked to act oblivious just to put him off.

“Is he married?” Sherlock continued, ignoring her question.

“Yes, twenty years together.” (Y/N) answered.

“It would be a shame if he cheated her after so long.” Sherlock commented.

“Thankfully, Pete is a good man.” (Y/N) said.

Sherlock nodded and continued to observe her from time to time, when she wasn’t aware of it.

She bought loads of snacks this time. Extra comfort food and too much fruit. Oven pizza, doughnuts, cake.” Sherlock listed on his mind, “Strange walk, maybe something is keeping her from moving properly but… Please don’t think of that, focus, what else do you see? Baggy clothing, perhaps from the plus-size shop. It’s too big for her, why would she buy such thing?”

“Sherlock.” She called, “You are staring.”

“My apologies.” He said, “You look lovely today, that shirt looks good on you.”

“Thank you, dear.” She smiled and walked closer to him to leave a kiss on his plump lips.

She was wearing lipstick this morning, but there isn’t any now. Just a sly glimpse of what there used to be. Her breath… She was chewing mint gum on her way here, why would she want to hide her breath? Maybe because Pete smokes often. I have shared a cigar with him before.”

“Stop trying to deduce my day, please.” She begged softly as she pulled away.

“I’m not…” She lifted an eyebrow knowingly, “Apologies.”

“What’s wrong?” She asked softly.

“I want you to be very honest with me, please.” He begged, she nodded, “Why did you go to Pete’s office this morning?”

“How do you know I went to his office this morning?” Sherlock sighed heavily.

“Do you really need me to explain?” She nodded, “You smell like hospital and his cologne is impregnated in your clothes, but it’s not a smell strong enough to have been recent which means you went this morning, before going to buy groceries. What I don’t know is why?”

“Think, detective.” She dared, “Why would a woman go visit a gynaecologist?”

“Check-up, but your last appointment was three months ago and a healthy woman like you should go every six months.” Sherlock replied quickly.

“Why would a woman like me break a pattern like that?” (Y/N) continued.

“I really don’t want to think of it.” Sherlock confessed, looking down at the floor.

“What do you mean?”

“You know how many women fall for their doctors?” Sherlock inquired raspily without looking up. (Y/N) took her time to process his words, and once she did she let out a loud laugh.

“You really don’t trust me, do you?” She inquired half angry, half mockingly. “I’m not cheating on you, Sherlock.”

“Then why would you break the pattern?” Sherlock asked, he was exasperated.

“Maybe because something in my life broke my own pattern.” (Y/N) replied.

“Like what?” Sherlock begged, but before she could reply her phone rang.

“Deduce it, Mr. Holmes.” She ordered, and took the call, walking outside.

Think. What patterns does she have? Eating patterns… No, he’s a gynaecologist. Which feminine patterns does she have? No infections, that’s for sure. No trouble with her hormones, at least not important ones. When was the last time she ovulated?” Sherlock rushed to their room, digging on her drawers to find the little note pad where she wrote down her dates. “Nothing for two and a half months.”

Sherlock ran back to the kitchen at the same time (Y/N) returned from her phone call.

“Is it true?” He asked.

“True that I’m cheating or…?” Sherlock shook his head, walking closer to grab her by the shoulders.

“There are only a few reasons why a woman’s menstrual cycle would suddenly stop, and you haven’t taken any pill to bring it back and… There’s only one option left.” He stuttered and (Y/N) noticed his trembling body. She was holding her because he needed support or else he’d fall to the floor.

“Just ask, solve the mystery.” (Y/N) encouraged.

“You’re pregnant.” He whispered.

“I wanted to let you know through some kind of game… You know, like the ones we do to look for clues all over the flat…” She confessed shyly.

“I did clued for looks.” Sherlock stuttered and (Y/N) giggled softly.

“Are you okay with… this? Because I’m keeping the baby.” She asked.

“Of course I am.” Sherlock furrowed his eyebrows, “And of course you’re keeping it… We are keeping it.” Before she could say anything else Sherlock kissed her hesitantly. He was scared but he was also excited for the upcoming gift.


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Animanga girl: *is in love with a male character, cares about him, protects him*

Fandom: urgh, how awfull! She’s such a stalker! Her crush is really disgusting! She’s just obseesd on him! This “love’ spoils all her development! Why mangakas always create characters like this, it’s abominable!

Another animanga girl: *is not in love with male character, but have a good relationship with him, cares about him, protects him*

Fandom: Wow! She’s really in love with him! They are really cute together! Look at her - everything she does just showing how deep her love for him is! I hope they’ll get married at the end! So cute!!!

It’s Ways (Lucifer Morningstar)

Character: Lucifer Morningstar
Words: 860
Warnings: Just some good ol fluff
Request:  your lucifer imagines are sooooooooo good! can I ask for one? YN is his wife (angel a fallen angel) but she’s completelt his oposite: humble,likes kids and everyone wonders how she’s still with him ( it’s an amazing show and I think that’d be hilarious,and adorable ;)

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idonotagreebitch  asked:

Hc about MC who has soooooo much trouble to get up from bed? Like she needs 12h of sleep and she is so ded when she must wake up at 7 and only RFA can wake her up but its so hard because she keeps falling asleep and they must watch for her she won't do it again and when they finally wake her up she's in bed for next 30 min. And when she finally gets up she is soooo slow and guys must do her hair because she is so sleepy and she is ALWAYS late for work? Lolol please I want to read this so much

Once he notices, Saeyoung times MC on her off days to see;o_O wow, you really…. thought this one through. Are you okay?


Yoosung

  • These two never get out of the house on time
  • Okay, between school, LOLOL, and other things, it took Yoosung a good… two to four years before he realized how bad it was
  • Like, he knew that MC had trouble getting out of bed, but it took Yoosung having a regular sleep schedule himself to figure that out
  • Yoosung experimented to see what exactly was the best way to get her up
  • He tried feeding her and giving her coffee in bed, but she’d eat while dozing off, then thank him and curl up to go back to sleep
  • He tried setting five alarms for her, but she just turned all them off while still half asleep
  • Yoosung even considered splashing water on her face, but he didn’t do that because he realized that was a really stupid idea
  • In the end, he asked if MC had seen a doctor about all this, as it didn’t seem normal or healthy, and it turned out she had and was fine
  • In the end, they figured out a morning routine together, and it mostly consisted of them scrambling through all the necessities in the last half-hour before they had to leave
  • These two are a mess in the mornings, but a joy in the evenings

Jaehee

  • Jaehee is on top of this
  • Once Jaehee knows all MC’s morning obstacles, she makes sure that MC gets to bed early enough that she has enough time to get up and go through her routine
  • In the morning, she always has coffee ready, and is never afraid to help MC get undressed and into the shower
  • And redressed, as MC wanders out of the shower dripping and naked, searching for coffee, if she doesn’t
  • Before Jaehee got a routine down, she occasionally had to help MC eat and once spoon fed her cereal
  • As thanks for taking care of her in the morning, MC takes care of worn-out evening Jaehee everyday

Zen

  • He picks her up and carries her to the table on more than one occasion
  • Zen may not be able to cook much, but at the very least he can cook breakfast
  • So he gets them both their coffee and breakfast ready everyday, then helps her get dressed (usually while planting kisses on her to try to motivate her)
  • When she falls asleep at the breakfast table, sitting up or face down, he sometimes takes pictures because she’s so cute
  • Zen would totally help her into the shower, too, and if she’s too sluggish that morning, he’ll help her bath ;) (it’s really not that sexy, but he can’t help laughing sometimes)
  • The one that Zen can’t understand is why she goes to bed so early, but still can’t get up by herself in the morning

Jumin

  • Upside to being married to Jumin, she can take her time
  • Maybe they rarely have breakfast together, but she’s able to take all of her sweet time getting up and out of bed
  • However, Jumin figures out a routine with her that helps her wake up faster so that, when he does have time off, they can spend as much time as possible together.

Saeyoung

  • Once he notices, Saeyoung times MC on her off days to see;
    • How long she sleeps
    • How long it takes her to get out of bed
    • And how long it takes her to be awake
  • He treats the whole thing like a science experiment, and once he has all the necessary data, he sets up a few tricks
  • First, he makes sure that all clocks set themselves forwards two hours at midnight, so that it goes off when she sets it, but its earlier than it needs to be, thus giving her extra time to wake up, then they reset at 10am, by the time she’s already gone. It also works to scare her out of bed if she’s slept for longer than she meant.
  • Then, he has Meowy ready, if he’s not there, to help MC by doing a little dance for her and playing music until she gets out of bed
  • And the coffee maker is set on a timer so that it automatically has fresh coffee brewed and ready by the time that she is up
  • Basically, he uses technology as their mutual best friend