why does she have to be married

anonymous asked:

get ready for more pinky drama today 🙄🙄🙄 idk why they are hellbent on making pinky like this, i thought her redemption tract started with her trying to out tej ffss but nope! do you think pinky will change any time soon?

Hi anon! 

Man, I too thought that Pinky was on her redemption track, but idk, all of a sudden they have her being behind Gauri? Like what does she even care who Omkara is married to? She doesn’t even like Om. And if Om’s wife is “unrefined” and “uncouth” as per her, isn’t that all the better for her/Shivaay, who are elevated in status in the Oberoi family hierarchy? I honestly do not get her beef with Gauri. 

They’re honestly just making her a bitch for the sake of drama. They should have her involved in the Tej/Jhanvi plot instead, saving Jhanvi, and they should team up to fuck Tej over. Ugh. Idek man. Imma just fwd my way through her scenes, coz I’m exhausted of hating on her due to GulNeet’s shitty writing. 

anonymous asked:

*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

young justice panel thoughts

let me be real about the panel

  • I AM FUCKING PUMPED FOR SPOILER ARROWETTE AND 13
  • i really hope that zee is 13′s mentor bc my girl deserves so much more love
  • that’s if she’s a magic user as in traci thirteen
  • the fact that they said “zatanna and dick were to show you don’t always marry your first love“ really broke my heart but don’t think for a second i’m giving my otp up
  • uh steph/tim/cassie love triangle????? i want it but i don’t
  • WHY DOES KAL HAVE HAIR WHAT EVEN
  • why have the whole jason memorial if y’all aren’t gonna give any jason info???
  • bluepulse is gonna be canon no doubt in my mind pls and thx
  • virgil’s new look is fucking LIT and honestly i can’t wait bc i love him sm
  • still really sad about chalant
  • WALLY WHERE ARE YOU pls greg and brandon save him pls
  • what is up with this new ninja look???? 
  • i bet they’re their own covert team and they’re gonna get wally out of the speedforce pls
  • where’s m’gann???? 
  • ALSO KAREN AND MAL?????
  • and babs
  • kinda hope for wondergun but at the same time cassie and tim
  • GAR YOU’RE SO CUTE ILY
  • is my girl zatanna okay? is she sleeping well? eating? i’m v worried about her
  • WHEN GREG SAID HIS FAVE MOMENT WAS WHEN ZATARA SAVED ZEE BY BECOMING DOCTOR FATE I FUCKING BAWLED DOES HE ENJOY SEEING ME IN FUCKING PAIN
  • where is wally i’m so concerned about my fave speedster
  • HAS ANYONE HEARD FROM ROY? HOW IS LIAN? JADE?
  • lowkey glad they didn’t bring in starfire as much as i love kori i want to see other characters
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?

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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anonymous asked:

What do you love about Pride & Prejudice? (I'm asking because I really enjoy how you translate many of the works you read into 'today's language' so to say) x

I love that it’s about love. Like actually really genuinely and honestly about love. It’s about love and compromise and change and trust and expectations and maturity and learning when you’re wrong and when you’re right and acting accordingly. And all of those things are love?

Like, Darcy isn’t this cultural icon of the perfect man because he’s all dark and brooding but rich and attractive. He has the cultural iconicity he has because like…he’s rude and proud and a hypocrite and some of that is covering for the fact that he’s just damn awkward, BUT he owns up to it. Lizzie calls him tf out and instead of sulking, instead of feeling entitled to her (which all the norms of their society says he is), he starts examining his behaviour and his attitudes and changes them. And he doesn’t push her or do it just for her, he doesn’t do grand gestures that scream ‘look at me I’ve changed I’m being better now marry me’. He does it quietly, discreetly, because he genuinely wants to be better, bc she’s shown him how and why it’s important. And THAT’S why Lizzie falls in love with him, and why generations of readers have too.

Lizzie goes through a similar process of growing out of her prejudice and growth generally and learning that love is about compromise and commitment and fighting to understand each other while the entire world seems to conspire to obscure you. She learns that sometimes it’s about holding your damn nerve and sometimes it’s about giving in, about letting yourself feel affection for this man in full knowledge that it won’t be easy but that it will be worth it.

And it’s beautiful, it’s so beautiful. It’s light and life and honestly I could read and watch these two fools fall in love over and over again for eternity and never get bored.

I’ve only talked about Lizzie and Darcy here but it’s also about love between family, between people who have been married for decades, between siblings who struggle to like each other but love fiercely, and all those forms of love are just as important. It’s so honest and true and wonderful and everyone should read it.

  • 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
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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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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Arranged Love | Jungkook

Originally posted by jungxook

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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A CONVERSATION BETWEEN MY FRIEND AND HIS DAD
  • Son: dad im asexual
  • Dad: what does that mean?
  • Son: it means i will fall in love with someone but never have the urge to have sex
  • Dad: Oh! that's fine then
  • Son: your not mad?
  • Dad: Of course not why would i be? I've always taught you to marry your best friend not to have sex with them. When i met your mother i fell in love with who she was and not for the purpose of sex. You can be in a relationship and not have sex, THAT'S WHY YOU HAVE BEST FRIENDS IN THE FIRST PLACE.

anonymous asked:

So I hella ship Camren but I kind of don't get why everyone makes a big deal out of the black and white gifs of Lauren and Camila in the audience.. because although Camila gazes at Lauren with so much damn love, Lauren seriously looks like she couldn't be bothered with her which I feel kind of says a lot since it was technically behind the scenes, idk.

I think it does says a lot indeed, the fact that Lauren doesn’t seem to be bothered one bit to have Camila’s mouth so close to hers, like it’s no big deal, just a normal everyday occurrence…

I swear they look so much like a fucking married couple I can’t

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Request: Hi! I love your writing so much. Can you please write a Shawn x reader where he’s tired of interviewers putting down his wife (reader) because she’s not a celebrity and he just protects her? Like he pretends to agree with the interviewer before totally destroying them.

Your name: submit What is this?

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“It must be difficult to maintain a relationship with someone who isn’t in the industry.” The interviewer comments to Shawn instead of asking him a real question. You’re watching the interview streaming live from your laptop at home, and you’re breath catches in your throat when you hear the interviewer bring you up into the conversation. 

“Yeah,” Shawn immediately replies, “I mean, marriage is difficult, regardless of careers, but I think it is important to be willing to put in the effort into a relationship, and we do, even though it can be hard sometimes, its all worth it in the end because I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else.”

She nods, agreeing, “A lot of celebrities tend to date and marry other people in the industry, What made you not want to do that?” She continues pushing the subject, and you have no idea why she seems so interested in you, but you wish that she wasn’t. 

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RFA Babysits RFA’s Kid

Hope I got this right. Enjoy! 
Expect two to three updates today! Why? I’ve been slacking ^^”


Zen

  • Jaehee and MC have been working so hard.
  • Zen wanted to do something nice so he offered to babysit while they went on a date.
  • Zen loves your girls’ son.
  • Zen shows him his motorcycle.
  • After the kid begged to go on it, and a lot of hesitation, Zen agreed.
  • But only once around the block, at a slow speed, and with helmets.
  • Cause if something happened, Jaehee would kill him.
  • Zen gets called in for work a quick reshoot.
  • Zen takes your kid with him.
  • The kid is in awe!
  • “Uncle, Zen! You look so cool! The way you fought that bad guy and saved the girl! Teach me to fight like that!”
  • Zen laughed and told him when he’s a little older, he wouldn’t mind teaching him acting. But for now he should learn how to protect the ladies in his life, his mothers!
  • He goes back to MC and Jaehee a little more more protective.
  • A day later, he asked for a white jacket, like Zen’s.

Yoosung

  • Zen and MC had to shoot a little further than usual so they asked Yoosung to pick up their daughter after school and watch her for a bit.
  • She’s shy at first so it was hard for Yoosung to bond with her.
  • But then he made her food.
  • She laughed at how funny his food looked but it was delicious!
  • Then he asked if she played video games.
  • No?! Well Yoosung will change that. He pulled out his ZiiU and taught her Bario Mart.
  • After a few rounds of losing, she seemed really frustrated. So they played one last round and Yoosung acted as her 2nd place driver. 
  • He took any damage any NPC threw. He drove in front when the Blue Shell was launched.
  • She had so much fun.
  • They built a pillow fort and Yoosung told stories of how Prince Zen saved MC from the evil Hacker. 
  • Zen’s daughter wanted to be saved by her dad too.
  • So Yoosung pretended to tie her up. And when Zen and MC came to pick her up, Zen understood immediately.
  • He acted like a prince and saved her from the evil Yoosung.
  • On your way home she asked, “Can we play with Uncle Yoosung tomorrow?”

Jumin

  • Saeyoung and MC were in a bit of a pickle cause their babysitter bailed.
  • Jumin was home so he offered this time.
  • Surely if they left the two girls with Jumin, they wouldn’t die… right?
  • These girls were curious about everything.
  • “Why is this fish tank so tall?” “What kind of name is Ellybeth?” “Why is the ceiling here so tall?” “What are those things?” “Why are you so tall?” 
  • Jumin didn’t know how to answer so many questions at once so he just calmly told them, “Her name is Elizabeth the 3rd.” *cackles*
  • How long has it been? Half an hour? Damn. This will be a long day.
  • So he takes the girl to a restaurant.
  • “Wow, we’ve never eaten anywhere so fancy!”
  • The girls start to pretend to be rich pompous old ladies.
  • Jumin finds it amusing and laughs. Direct hit! His laugh charms children!
  • He tells the girls to never be those ladies cause they are bad people.
  • “Don’t be rich?” 
  • “No, don’t marry for money.”
  • The younger daughter is smitten with Jumin and he think’s it’s cute.
  • He spends the day getting to know the girls and teaching them lessons.
  • They can only retain so much cause they’re like 5 and 7.
  • So they spend a lot of time mimicking Jumin and playing with Elly.
  • But the 5 year old tries to include Jumin in everything.
  • The day wasn’t so bad cause he felt like a father himself.
  • After tucking your kids in bed, the younger one asks “Does Uncle Jumin have a wife?”
  • You ask why and she tells you “Cause I wanna marry him!”
  • You hesitate a moment before calling out, “SAEYOUNG! BRING THE HOLY WATER!” 

Jaehee

  • Jumin wanted a day with MC. 
  • So he offered Jaehee more pay for babysitting.
  • Jaehee only agreed cause you wee stressed.
  • Jaehee offers him cake.
  • He asked if it was really okay? His dad would only let him eat what his nutritionist recommended.
  • She won’t tell if he won’t tell.
  • He saw Jaehee’s Judo trophies and asked her to teach him some moves.
  • She was really against it until he said he wanted to try it out on his dad.
  • She agreed only if he didn’t let his dad know she taught him.
  • Jaehee thought he would be difficult but she enjoyed every second with him.
  • MC later asked Jaehee about her son’s new behavior and she confessed she taught him.
  • MC laughed and asked Jaehee to babysit more often.
  • Jaehee happily agreed.

Seven

  • Yoosung and MC’s babysitter cancelled last minute.
  • Seven was so excited cause he had the day off and wanted to babysit.
  • This guy had too much energy for your child.
  • Your kid had to scold him to get a decent lunch and not chips.
  • Your kid felt like the babysitter instead of the other way around.
  • But when it comes to the dangerous things like cooking with fire and knives, he was serious.
  • And when your kid tripped and scraped their knee outside, he calmly disinfected the scrape and then put a bandage on it.
  • And another bandage. And another bandage. He even put bandages where there were no cuts, like your kids cheek.
  • When you and Yoosung came to pick your kid up you almost had a heart attack.
  • Why would someone use so many bandages!
  • Your kid asked to go back at least once a week and would cry when he is busy.
  • So Saeyoung visits from time to time.
Gaston x reader - Will you be my wife? (Part 1)

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? Also, I wanted it to be a oneshot but it’s already longer than I planned so there will be a part 2! (And do not worry, there will be a lot The Flash fanfictions coming out soon as well!)
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.

Midnight Masquerade - Part 8

Originally posted by beui

Genre: Vampire!AU | Fluff | Angst

Synopsis: Your best friend drags you into attending a masquerade ball with her, only to abandon you in the middle of the strange dance. Standing alone in the midst of a flurry of people, the events that play out here change the course of your life; only to leave you wondering; who is under the mask?

Pairing: Reader x Yoongi (Ft. the other boys of BTS cx)

Word count: 2119

Warnings: None for this part c:

Series: Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10

(A/N: Ah, I’m not sure if this came out okay cx I really would like feedback, are you guys still enjoying the series? Is the pace too slow? Does it need more action? Please let me know! Ah, I’m not entirely satisfied with this part, but I wanted to update it, and I had to get it done today because I won’t have time tomorrow for sure ;-;)


Yoongi stared at Nurse Sumi, his figure now upright and attentive, his eyebrows furrowed in a questioning expression. Even the other boys in the room were murmuring amongst themselves, their gazes also focused towards Sumi, waiting for an explanation. The youngest, Jungkook, nudged Jimin, his eyes darting around at the other member’s inquisitive, surprised faces, knowing nothing about was going on.

“Come again?” Yoongi said slowly, glancing over at your figure still and unconscious, your hair sprawled out over the pillow, and then back to Sumi, his gaze intense and unwavering. “You’ve lost me, Sumi. And the others look even more confused, so care to explain?”

Sumi sighed, pulling over a plastic chair, the scraping causing the boys to wince slightly. Looking around at the boys, who were now leaned forward, listening intently, her gaze stopped on Yoongi, and she began explaining the situation.

“I’m not sure if I should be telling you this, or if I should leave this for your father to explain, but I guess I should explain what’s going on. To summarise, when you were a child, Yoongi, you were betrothed to, who I think is, (Y/N) over there,” she said, nodding at your sleeping figure. “If she is the right person, then she’s a half-breed, not fully vampire, but also not fully human. Something didn’t work out, it seems, otherwise she wouldn’t be here, she’d still be living in our area… I don’t know the specifics, but your father set me the task to find her again… and here we are… ” Sumi explained calmly, ignoring Yoongi’s increasingly confused expression.

Yoongi continued to stare at her, his eyes scanning her expression, and yet she remained straight faced, no sign of lying evident in her face. Was that why he felt such a connection to you? Did you know each other at one point? Who were you exactly? So many thoughts began swimming around in his mind, and he felt himself left with more questions than answers. The other boys began murmuring amongst themselves, their gazes occasionally darting to glance over at you, as Yoongi sat there, mulling over this new information.

“If she’s a half-breed as you say, then how will the… bite affect her? You said she’s not human, so…?” Yoongi’s voice broke the quiet atmosphere, his eyes fixating on the jagged scar on your neck. What brought him to do that? You fascinated him still, as he watched your still body, your skin strikingly paler than before.

“Why exactly does she have a bite mark on her neck, Yoongi hyung?” Jimin piped up from his corner of the room, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “What did you do? You never did explain that.”

Everyone turned to stare at Yoongi once again, eyes squinting slightly in confusion and curiosity. “Ah that…” Yoongi rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, trying to work out how to explain himself. “I kinda might have bitten her… It was her scent…” Yoongi tried to defend himself before trailing off awkwardly, his eyes darting around the room as the boys snickered amongst themselves.

“You think he would’ve been able to tell she wasn’t exactly human, huh?” Namjoon asked, trying to hide his own smile, as the boys held in their giggles, Taehyung nudging Jungkook with a laugh.

Yoongi glared at them all, trying to hide his own embarrassment behind a cold front, but Jimin simply mumbled something to Hoseok by him, bursting out into a fit of giggles.

“You’re into some weird stuff, Yoongi hyung…” Jimin laughed, his eyes scrunching up into crescents. “What were the two of you getting up to, hm?”

“Say one more thing, and you’re dead Jimin,” Yoongi threatened, and yet spinning around when he heard you stir, groaning as you tried to sit up.

“What happened? Did I pass out again?” You said with a rough voice, shaking your arms around. The pain had lessened, resulting in a dull, bearable throbbing in your head. Crossing your arms, you looked around expectantly, your eyebrows raised.

“Now, can someone please explain what the hell has been going on with my body? The random fainting spells, the pain, everything?” You twisted your body, your gaze fixated on Yoongi. “Yoongi, what the hell did you do to me?” You gestured to the bite mark, and the room erupted with laughter again.

You were not in the mood for laughing at this point, you simply wanted answers, and so you balled up your fists in frustration, anger bubbling up in your chest, your stare becoming fierce and fiery.

“Do I have to repeat myself?” You said slowly, between gritted teeth, and pools of murky red unknowingly settled into your irises, flashes of flames beginning to burn. “Is someone going to answer my question?”

Sumi rushed over to your side, gently attempting to push you back down onto the bed, the boys now silent, worried by your sudden change. “This is definitely new to me,” she mused, chewing on her lip in thought. “I reckon the bite has caused a physical change… it seems the human side of you was always more dominant, but the bite is reversing that, causing the vampire side of you to come out…”

“Uh, excuse me? Human side? Vampire side? Care to explain?” You gestured with your hands, completely in the dark about your current situation, your anger only building up even more, your eyes becoming darker by the second.

Yoongi moved over to your side, as you snapped your head around to face him, and yet feeling yourself soften under his weirdly concerned gaze. He awkwardly reached out to take your hand, and you visibly relaxed, your eyes reverting to their usual colour, the boys sighing in relief, knowing that could’ve ended badly.

“Ah…” Sumi spent the next five minutes attempting to explain everything she had explained to the boys, much to your shock.

“So, let me get this straight… You’re telling me that not only am I a… half-breed, but that I was supposed to get married to Yoongi over there, someday? I barely even know him, how could that be possible? My mother doesn’t have a role in this, does she? Otherwise, I have no idea…” Your stare darted from Yoongi to Sumi and back, and you threw your arms up in frustration, wondering if you had imagined the whole thing or if this really was your life now. And yet, it gave some explanation to as why you felt yourself strangely drawn to this man you barely knew, apart from seeing him around the university. Why his presence seemed to calm you down, why you felt so drawn to him. Clearly this wasn’t an ordinary case of a promise to marriage; there was something more to it.

After sitting in contemplation for a few minutes, you remembered what you had heard eavesdropping on your mother, “The bite is going to activate the dormant side of her.”

The realisation slowly hit you, that she knew. Your own mother somehow knew about this, and she had kept it from you. You were some sort of weird hybrid - at this point, you didn’t know yourself anymore - and she hadn’t ever thought to mention it. You were determined to get answers as soon as you stepped into your house; you weren’t going to drop the matter. You weren’t even human anymore. You wanted a sound explanation from your mother, and so you opted to ask her about it as soon as you got home.

Sumi slipped out of the room, leaving you still lying in bed, the sheets pulled up to your chest, and the other boys murmuring to themselves. Yoongi was staring intently at you however, his eyes wandering over your face, almost as if he was looking for something. You noticed, and it unnerved you slightly, shifting slightly to stare back. You expected him to look away, having been caught staring, and yet he only met your gaze, the two of you once again caught in your own bubble, closed off from the rest of the world, oblivious to the giggles that had started up in the corner of the room.

Yoongi felt that same strange feeling of familiarity nagging at the back of his head, but he couldn’t quite tell what it was. Something about your eyes was so familiar to him, the way your eyebrows adorably furrowed when you were annoyed or confused. You seemed so familiar and yet so new to him, and he was beginning to think he’d somehow known you somehow at one point. Sumi did say the two of you were betrothed somehow, by your fathers, so your fathers must’ve known each other. Yoongi thought about it, feeling slight dismay, knowing the motive for his father must’ve been power or something similar. It was always about power and securing his family’s position in the hierarchy with Yoongi’s father, and he had always disagreed with it. But, what could he do? It was all about connections.

So why you? Yoongi was still baffled by it, his gaze still fixated on you as he tried to work out the meaning behind Sumi’s words. Why would his father get him betrothed to you? If his father cared so much about connections and ensuring the best for his family, why you? He hadn’t ever heard of you or your family; you didn’t even live nearby it seemed. Who were you?

**

You were equally baffled by the situation, if not more. You, betrothed to a man you didn’t even know? It all seemed very old-fashioned to you, and strange. Did your mother do this? Your father didn’t even play a role in your life; you had no memory of him, your mother always avoided the subject whenever you’d tried to bring it up, her eyes holding a sense of guilt, like she knew something that she wasn’t letting on. The events that had just began unfolding in your life left you with unanswered questions, some new, some question you thought you had buried years ago.

“So, if I’m a “half-breed” as she says… wouldn’t that mean one of my parents would have to be… well, a vampire?” You said out of the blue, your arms crossed in wait.

Yoongi seemed surprised by the question, biting his lip as he thought. “Well… I assume so, I’m pretty sure that’s how half-breeds work.”

You sat up, contemplating this new information. You highly doubted your mother was anything but human (Although, at this point you weren’t sure of anything, you weren’t even human) and so this led your thoughts to drift off to the father you barely knew. Was he a vampire then? You were determined to grill your mother about all the questions you were left with, determined for answers. You looked around the room, throwing the sheets off yourself and peering around,

Sumi walked back into the room, her gaze resting on you once again. “I think it’s best I sent you home for now, (Y/N). You should be okay to come in to uni tomorrow though.”

You sighed in relief, climbing out of the bed you had been laying in and grabbing your coat and bag, ready to leave at any moment. Yoongi felt a slight pang of forlorn, and yet he kept silent, watching as you gathered your things, and making a mental note to get a hold of his father once he returned home.

“I guess I’m going then…” You trailed off, meeting Yoongi’s gaze once again, and once again the feeling of familiarity returned, your head tilting to the side slightly as you tried to work out why you felt this way, why you felt like you knew him at one point in your life. You watched as he brushed his fringe away from his eyes, your mind suddenly casting back to the strange flashback you had on the night of the ball. The child reminded you so much of him, you thought - even though the memory didn’t even seem like it belonged to you - and you stopped in your tracks.

Was Yoongi the child in your flashback? Could you have known him as a child? How would that be possible? The building from that night had felt strangely homely in a way; you realised it was strange how you seemed to know where to go, how you knew to go towards that hallway. Who was this man?

Yoongi simply stared back, and it was as if you shared the same memory, your eyes both widened, and you both took a step back.

“Our parents have some explaining to do.” You both simultaneously said, a determined look evident in the both of you.

Royalty AU 4/5 (Kanej)

PART I | PART II | PART III

  • “Miss Dunyasha Lazareva, please come with me.” 
  • Dunyasha tosses her hair triumphantly, saunters forward with a smirk, and says to Wylan that he forgot the ‘princess’ part of her name
  • Wylan raises his eyebrows and says he’s quite sure he got her title right
  • Inej just wants to get out of this hellish beauty pageant and be reunited with her family (so she couldn’t care less about Dunyasha drunk on her victory, rubbing it in everyone’s faces as Duchess Van Houden’s servants and the girls scurry around with wedding preparations) 
  • but Inej feels somewhat melancholy?? because she won’t see Kaz again and he’s been more than a good friend to her in this hell place
  • the next time Kaz meets Inej (she climbs up to his room again), she says, “Congratulations on your engagement.”
  • Kaz’s heart sinks but he only gives a curt nod in classic Brekker™ fashion
  • Kaz and Inej then walk to the docks, talking to each other about their futures 
  • “I can’t deny that Dunyasha’ll be a powerful partner. The two of you together could shake armies.” Inej hesitates. “Did you choose her yourself or-?”
  • “I did.” Kaz doesn’t want to dwell on this moment too much, not with Inej so close to him. 
  • A beat of silence and then: “Does she make you happy?” 
  • “Why does that matter?” This comes out sharper than Kaz intends to.
  • “Because.” Inej says patiently. “You already seem miserable by yourself. I don’t think you need more of that with someone you don’t love.”
  • “Inej, marriages for nobility are simple. They might as well call them arrangements.” Kaz replies. “I’ve known my future all my life, but you, you have a chance to change yours after I get married.” 
  • Inej steps in front of Kaz and looks up at him.
  • “And if I want something more than freedom?”
  • Kaz’s breath hitches, but he refuses to think anything more of her words
  • “Then you better turn around.” 
  • Inej does, and sees her parents walking off the nearest ship in the docks
  • her feet start running before her brain catches up, and her parents both open up their arms and engulf her in a fierce hug
  • And the first thing that comes out of her mother’s mouth: “You get engaged not even a year since you disappeared from our lives?”
  • Inej stares at her mother and says she must be mistaken, she’s not engaged to anyone
  • Her father: “Nonsense, your beau’s the one who found us and paid for our journey here to find you after that count got married! He was right next to you just a few seconds ago.” 
  • Inej gapes, and then spins on her heel, but Kaz has already disappeared
  • her parents continue to talk and say that Kaz paid for their journey back home to Ravka and they’ll stay there until Kaz “pays us a visit soon!” 
  • But he’ll be married then, Inej thinks desperately. And the thought of him on her doorstep with Dunyasha clinging to his arm makes her blood freeze. Will she have to thank him for giving her future back like that?
  • she tells her parents to wait at the nearest inn and she’ll bring him back 
  • “I hope you do, Inej. That look you two were sharing a minute ago? That was something special.” 
  • this last phrase from her father rings in her ears as she weaves through the crowds on the docks, searching for a tall young man with black gloves and a crow headed cane, but Kaz is nowhere to be seen
  • and then she hears a gravelly voice behind a stack of stained fish crates: “The bastard’s marrying her tonight.” 
  • a chilling laugh accompanies the voice. “He’s got one hell of a marriage night coming, then.” 
  • Inej sneaks closer, crouching down in front of the boxes so she won’t be seen while eavesdropping
  • “Maybe he really did fall in love with Lazareva, after all. He’s been acting strange the past year.” 
  • “Better for us that she’s on our side. Once Brekker dies, we Dime Lions’ll take over what’s rightfully ours: his lands and his trading kingdom. Now c’mon, Pekka said that we can’t be late to the wedding.” 
  • “He invited us?” 
  • “Front seat to Brekker’s murder, right?”
  • the two chuckle and their voices fade away as they walk towards the church of Ghezen, where the wedding will take place 
  • where Kaz went 
  • and Inej doesn’t stop to think, she bursts out of her hiding place and starts sprinting towards the church
  • because Kaz was wrong, he’s not going to have a future like her
  • no, Kaz is about to die 
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…

Enjoy!

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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By Royal Decree (Part 13)

Summary: Royal AU; you are engaged to be married to the Crown Prince James Barnes. That’s the last thing you want, especially when you meet him and find out he’s the opposite of everything you had pictured. How will you get through it all?

Word Count: 1,770

Warnings: None.

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Originally posted by flyngdream


Bucky blinked and found himself staring at an unknowing Steve. He glowered at him. Imagining himself punching Steve had been great, but he knew that if it weren’t for the fact that they were in the middle of a meeting, Bucky would have Steve sprawled on the floor already.

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