you hit me once

Alexander Hamilton will say “Did you know…” and then spend 5 minutes telling you about some obscure shit that is neither particular interesting nor relevant. When you have managed to keep a polite smile and say that no, you didn’t know that he will look you in the eye and say: “That’s because i just made it up”

Unlucky Nine: A list of antis you may or may not have encountered in the vld fandom

Start Note: When I mention [Ship Name] Anti, it means a shipper of that ship who is also anti of another ship mentioned depending on the context as opposed to Anti-[Ship Name] which is someone who is an anti of the ship mentioned.

I. “Ship K/ance or Sha//ura or my ship instead” anti

These antis are just assholes. They insult other ships that contend to their own. These antis are prevalent in Sheith, Kallura and sometimes Shidge tags.

You get K/ance antis calling Sheith yaoi culture but then they totally change Keith and Lance’s character to fit the same trope. I was so pissed the other day because someone took Lance and just shoved Uke™ on him to fit an AU where he crushes on Keith.

You got K/ance & Sha//ura antis calling Kallura heteronormative but we aren’t the ones who’re forcing a mom troupe on her despite her not being really motherly. (Hunk is the mom friend but let us forget the fat character for aesthetics) You get them saying they love Allura but her story line, which focuses on her duty and willingness to sacrifice anything for it, is shoved for some romance. (Allura, although possibly having some romantic take to it, did not save Shiro because she had a fucking crush on him. She saved him because he needed saving and she viewed his role to Voltron as more important than hers.Stop acting like it is a canon romantic scene. No real scene in Voltron is really inherently romantic.)

You got K/ance shouting if Kallura happens, there won’t be any representation (m/m) but we still got Shiro, Lance and Hunk. Yes, we still got Shunk, Shance and Hance. if we go poly, there is Shunce. And if we dig deeper and you are willing, add Coran into the mix(I’m shoran trash undeniably).

You got them saying Shidge is wrong but the most official thing we got is actually the OFFICIAL Voltron site (whose content probably was made known to the entire crew and was advertised to the general public) saying ‘5 teens.’ But let us dwell on a half-baked video where a person throws numbers into some of the crew’s mouths. Let us not dwell on how Allura has no one bit of an age meter. For all we know, she could be a centuries old Alien. But sure why not, dwell on Shidge.

They put their ships on high pedestals to trample on other ships but you are probably a hateful bitch when you call them out on their shit.

II. “Shiro is spacedad” anti (bonus points for Allura as space mom)

These antis believe Shiro is a grandpa. They seem him as a father figure which would have been okay because let us admit that at some point the space dad joke were funny UNTIL PEOPLE TOOK THEM SERIOUSLY. Unlike the typical fan who laugh at the jab, these people take things to far and actually think it is canon. Shiro is actually a dad. “How dare you hc Shiro as a young and vulnerable character instead of my perfect space dad™?” All that crap.

But if you remember Prisoner Shiro, Kerberos Shiro, he looks pretty young. If you change back his hair before the frosty tips, remove the scar and the buff bara bod (he probably got from fighting in the ring), you wouldn’t find him looking wise beyond his years.

Coupled with Canon™ Space Mom Allura, it just pisses me off. Allura is enigmatic, a bit impulsive but her impulses are mostly practical, not afraid to jump into action, a bit bossy and domineering at times, yes, but deep down inside Allura is just a princess who wants her life back, who wants to live in peace with pretty things like her Altean flowers, who wants to go shopping for sparkly things, and maybe experiment with cute hairstyles.

This is why it kinda pisses me off. The idea was cute. Heck, I made an entire Sha//ura au once with my friend with the whole vld family thing but when they just pushed for it on discourse and acted like it was some holy canon grail, I was just really seven levels of salt.

III. “Pidge is like 4 months old” anti

These antis just infatalize Pidge. “Pidge is a kid. She can’t make romance decision. Pidge is practically a baby. How dare u” and all that shit. But it is totally fine for someone you see as a ‘kid’ to be flying an alien warship and engaging in an intergalactic war? Same goes for those who infantalize other Paladins. The logic is flawed enough but something else really pissed me off in this one.

My main concern with this is that the blatant forcefulness that Pidge is young because she has all the stereotypical looks of younger people. It undermines short girls who never grow up to be tall and developed upfront. Some people never get hit with puberty right. I was thirteen and 5′1 and now I’m  nineteen and guess what? 5′1.5. Where is the justice puberty? You didn’t hit me up. You just poked me with a stick once and left.

And just the other day, guess what? I was again assumed to be like fourteen, especially since I was standing right next to my tree of a younger brother who is like sixteen. I probably would be rich right now if i had a dollar for every single person who thought I was fourteen. Pidge may look young by stereotypical standards, sure. But that doesn’t mean she is. She could just be a short 19 year old.

The concept of child-coded is bullshit. I mean look, I look, by stereotypical anti standard, like a fourteen year old therefore when tall people my age or older (who coincidentally also fit the stereotypical adult look standard) theoretically like me, we are perpetuating pedophilia. If we start dating, since they are adult-coded and I’m child-coded, it’s almost as if it is already pedophilia.

If anything, the infantalization of Pidge showed me that people, yes I repeat, people will continue to be misogynistic to women who do not fit the stereotype of what a woman should be. I mean, when did height and cupsize amount to a woman’s age and maturity as a person? It just says you have to fit this shitty standard to be something and to be recognized and that is fucking bullshit.

Oh well, to the antis, I guess I’ll be a minor forever. And to end this segment with another one of your fave defenses, “I”M MINOR-CODED AND CHILD-CODED SO YOU CAN’T ATTACK ME UWU”

IV. “Shiro’s trauma is an issue” anti

This is by far the one of the things I’ve seen. These people say that because Shiro experienced some traumatizing shit, he is not eligible for a relationship with any of the Paladins. It basically says that because Shiro has ptsd, he can’t date anyone who is potentially(meaning they see this character as young or immature and they aren’t actually as such) less mature™ or younger than he is. It basically says that since Shiro has ptsd, he must be toxic by default. It thrives upon the logic that anyone with mental health issues is gonna be toxic in relationships. (except Sha//ura cuz apparently Shiro who they call toxic in all other relationships isn’t toxic there)

V. “go fucking kill yourself” anti

No explanations needed. Assholes with no regard for human life. Suicide baiting, Gas lighting, you name it. Best thing to do is just block these. No arguing with them.

VI. “I’m a minor/survivor/minority group so I am allowed to be an asshole to anyone” anti

These are the people who go and attack others but when you call them out on their shit, they go like “but we are a minor/survivor/part of a minority.”

I’m only gonna say this once so listen well. (Who am I kidding? I’ve stressed this so much.) Being a minor/survivor/minority does not excuse you from being an asshole. You can experience terrible things and be like fourteen but you can still be an asshole. It does not give you a free pass to ruin other people’s lives. Get that inside your head. Someone can be depressed and still be an asshole. Someone can be autistic and still be an asshole. Someone can be gay and still be an asshole. Someone can be part of a general minority group and still be an asshole. Their status as a minor/minority/survivor DOES NOT make them an asshole but this specific person, who coincidentally fits in a certain group, is just an asshole. Their status is merely circumstantial and not the root of their being an asshole therefor it must not be used as an excuse for them to be one.

VII. “Shaladin is okay except for Shidge ft. Ship Sh/att instead” anti

I’m like WHY? These antis act like they are allies and they are good™ but they throw Shidge under the bus and vilify it to somehow make other shaladin ships appeal to the anti standards. You draw the line in Shidge? Well, I draw the line in vilifying ships to put yours on a pedestal. I would’ve understood if it was just basic ‘I don’t like Shidge’ but no, it has to rhyme with the anti logic of infantalizing her and all those things.

And don’t let me get started on Sh/att. Cuz it just shattered all the hope of me getting into this ship. This was good, old friends trope, I couldn’t save you trope. You name it. It has all the layers of angst that normally i would dive into. But the shippers use the same rhetoric shaladin antis use on Shidge. “It’s shidge but gay” Do you know how misogynistic you sound? And how dare you think I ship my ship because ‘aesthetics uwu’.

The idea of throwing Shidge out to appeal to the antis like some sacrificial lamb is just anti rhetoric itself. “It’s okay if one ships takes the fall for us.” It’s just pointing fingers at someone, in this case some ship. And honestly, that sucks.

VIII. “I’m gonna misuse social justice to call you all these names and not appreciate social justice when it is working against me” anti

These antis are those who try to shit on ships by appealing to twisted social justice but the moment actual social justice works against them, they try to ignore it and you just know, it was never a social issue to begin with.

A perfect example of this are the “Bi Lance for K/ance” antis. They shout and tell the world,”we got Bi Lance, we got a bi character in our ship. Whoop Whoop representation” but moment someone goes “oh nice, I ship Lance with Allura/Pidge/Nyma/Plaxum/any girl in existence.” They jump at you and call you cis het scum or whatever. But Lance is Bi right? Don’t Bi people like umm girls too???? Yes??? Do you know what a bi is?????

You see, they actually don’t care about bi representational at all unless it is used to put their ships up. And don’t get me started on the hate for ‘Bi Keith.’ I know the idea of Gay Keith is a fan fave but Bi Keith is a possibility. Like Bi Lance is everything to the universe but you are suddenly Zarkon if you as much think about Bi Keith. You love bi representation so much don’t you?

Oh and the antis who go like “we are protecting survivors and minors” just as they attack survivors and minors. Good job on the protecting.

Everything these antis do is just plain crap. When you untangle their twisted social justice and see the ulterior motives, you see their actions for what they are, personal vendettas against shippers, attacks so that whatever shitty ship they have gets to trample on other ships.

IX. “fiction is reality” anti

These are just antis who thrive on the idea that fictitious content is actually reality and therefore every dark-themed content is evil.

Tell me why I’m not marking Priests with hot iron stamps fresh from flames and killing them? I read Angels and Demons. Tell me why I’m not suddenly killing humans and eating them? I watched Hannibal. Tell me how I haven’t butchered the person I like? I watched School Days + Higurashi and I was like thirteen, a minor yes, at the time. Tell me how I’m not suddenly taking people in strange boats and making them go through hell, I was eight, a fucking kid, I watched Jigoku Shoujo (Hell Girl). They are unanswerable because fiction is in fact not reality.

The idea that fiction is reality is just the same as how way back four or so years ago, there was a backlash in gaming like with fighting and guns because it supposedly perpetuates violence and supposedly hypnotizes people. And you know how stupid that idea is? That is how stupid the idea that ‘fiction’ is reality’ in fandom is.

And if you actually do think fiction is reality, I suggest you seek medical help.

End Note: Antis may appeal to other forms of attacks or a mix of these but you guys stay strong and safe.

Quick Background: I’m a dwarf wizard who relies on his sack of 40 or so throwing hatchets more than his magic. My friend is the DM. We often lose count of how many hatchets I go through in one fight.

DM: Ok, so you hit twice…missed once…uh…

Me: I had like 32 when I started. Probably closer to 36.

DM: Shit, uh, ok…ah, fuck it. I hereby grant you a sack of infinite throwing hatchets. 

And that day, I had the most fun I’d ever had.  The only drawback was I had to give up Magic Missile for it…

dear future me,

wake up. i know it’s early and you want to stay in this warm bed for another hour. the last thing you want to do is stumble through the dark and put on your running shoes and head out the door.

but get up. trust me.

once you step outside, the air will hit you and you’ll hear birds beginning to sing their songs for the day and you’ll realize how quiet the world is right now. it’s just you and your breath striding through this perfect morning.

the trees are the most perfect shade of green in early morning light. you will smile at the moon still in the sky as it says farewell.

it will be the best start to your day.

so just get up. trust me.

all my love,
me

the fighter

request: Can you write about Harry getting a new personal trainer to help him get in shape (like boxing and cardio and stuff) and he gets set up with a really pretty girl and he really likes her but she won’t date her clients and he tries to persuade her and ya whatever you come up with!!!

i had a lot of fun writing this one so i hope you guys like it ((: a huge thank you to @stylishmuser for reading this over for me ily

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questions, comments, concerns.

You’re pounding away at the punching bag in your pastel pink gloves, sweat dripping down your forehead and french braids bouncing against your shoulders as music blasts through your headphones. 


You’re expecting a new client soon and sometimes your nerves act up when that happens, knowing you’re an amazing personal trainer, but knowing sometimes men can’t see past your pretty body or your “girly” pink gloves. On top of that, you’d been informed that your new client was Harry Styles, former member of One Direction. The most high profile client you’d ever had.

You don’t hear him come in behind you as you’re hitting the bag as hard as you can to fight off your anxiety, sending it flying on the chain in the opposite direction. As it’s swinging back in your direction, you take the time to swing your leg around with the intention of kicking the bag in a more dramatic move than necessary. But as you twist your body your leg narrowly misses the man and he falls over trying to avoid a kick to the gut. In your shock you lose your balance and fall back on your butt, the bag swinging forward and colliding with your head instead of the foot it was meant for.

Ripping your headphones off and standing immediately, you tower over him, “Christ, don’t you know better than to sneak up on someone who’s training?”

“I’m sorry, I was trying to let you know I was here without startling you.” He stuck out his hand, “I’m Harry. It’s nice to meet you.” 

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Table: Playing 5E confronted with three possible hallways disusing which path to chose.

Elf Rouge: We shouldn’t listen to you all your plans are bad. last time you chose where to go you fell in a hole.

Me Goblin Warlock: My plans are not always bad, I’ll show you. I go down hall 3.

Dm: as you traverse the hall you fall a trap is sprung, you fall into a hole with a black slime.

Me:ARE YOU KIDDING ME.

Dm: It hits you once take a failure in your death saving throws. your up roll your save.

Me: -rolls dice, long silence, looks up.- Welp that’s a crit fail. I’m dead.

Needless to say my next character had a high perception mod.

GORLS

Before It’s Too Late (part 11)

Summary: Bucky starts dating a girl from his History of Art class. The only problem: you’re in love with him. College AU.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: some of this, some of that

A/N: Finally I’m getting this part out! Oh, and another warning: I won’t be able to post until Friday/Saturday. I have to clean mah house and on Tuesday my friend is coming over and she never lets me write, plus I’m going to Warped Tour on Thursday so ye I’ll be busy. Just a heads up. Alright, continue on.

P.s. yes yes Kristen is a nice gal okay annnnddd this part was a lil filler. Okay continue.

Bucky sat on the little couch that was placed up against the wall of Kristen’s dorm room, waiting for a response from her. She kept quiet and Bucky let out a heavy sigh.

“Say something, please.” He begged.

Kristen looks over at the brunette. “I knew you had feelings for her.”

Okay, that was not the reaction he was prepared for.

“What?”

“I had a feeling you liked her. Either that or you two dated before. There’s a lot of tension when you two are in the same room.” She shrugged.

“This wasn’t what I was expecting at all.” He murmured. “So you’re not gonna hit me? Yell at me? Throw something?”

Kristen chuckled. “Jeez Bucky, I’m not psychotic.” Then she sighed. “Listen, I’m not gonna sit here and lie and say that I’m not upset about this because I am but I can tell how much Y/N means to you. I mean, you wanted me to meet her before we actually started dating.”

Bucky shrugged. “Fair point.”

“Well at least you felt something for me. Even if it wasn’t as close to what you felt for Y/N. It was still something.” She smiled softly.

“So… you’re not mad?” the brunette questioned.

Kristen shakes her head. “Upset, yes. Mad, no. I know how much she means to you and who am I to stand in front of something that could be?”

“You’re something special, Kristen.” Bucky smiled. “I know this whole thing sucks and I was honestly prepared for the beating of my life when I came here but I’m glad you understand.”

“No problem.”

“This might be a long shot but I hope we can still be friends?” Bucky fiddled with his thumbs and Kristen smiles.

“Of course.” She nods. “Who else will make class less boring for me? Besides, everyone in that class is snooty. They’re all like ‘my art work is so much better than yours. Oh, we’re learning about Salvador Dali? I already know everything there is to know about him”. I swear, we’re the only sane ones.”

Bucky lets out a heartfelt laugh at Kristen’s words. “I know right? Especially that one guy. What’s his name… Derek? No… David?”

“Dominic?”

Bucky snaps his fingers. “Yes, Dominic! Ugh, he’s so annoying.”

“I want to punch him every time he opens his damn mouth.” She huffs.

“You and I both.”

The two go quiet for a bit before Bucky clears his throat.

“So, friends?”

Kristen smiles. “Friends.”

“Good to know you’re still gonna be in my life.”

“Same here.” she agrees. “Now go get your girl.”


Bucky raced home with his heart nearly beating out of his chest. When the elevator stopped at his floor he slowly walked down the hall, heading towards your apartment. He was going over what he was going to say to you and his palms grew sweaty as he neared your door.

Bucky stopped when he arrived and with a deep breath he brought his fist up and knocked three times. He stepped back and waited patiently until the door swung open revealing Natasha and Wanda.

“What do you want?” the red head snapped.

“Calm down, Nat. You’ve already hit me once.” Bucky replied, putting his hands up in defense.

“Yeah, but I haven’t.” Wanda pulls the door open, getting ready to lunge at Bucky but was pulled back by Natasha.

“Easy there tiger.”

“Let me go!”

“Not a chance.” Natasha shook her head. “We shouldn’t solve this with violence.”

The brunette rolls her eyes. “Oh but you can.” Natasha gives her a stern look and she sighs. “Okay, okay, I won’t hit him right now.”

“Good girl.” Natasha smiled, patting her friends head before letting her go. She then turned to Bucky. “What do you want, Barnes?”

“I want to speak to Y/N.”

The two women snort.

“There’s no way in hell we’d ever let you talk to her after what you’ve done.” Wanda says.

“You guys don’t understand-”

“I don’t give a damn if we understand or not. We aren’t gonna let you break her heart again, Bucky. She just started going to her classes again – just started acting like herself and we’re not gonna let you ruin that.” Natasha crossed her arms over her chest. “She needs time.”

“It’s been nearly a week.”

“A week isn’t going to heal a broken heart!”

“I love her.” Bucky blurts out. “I’m in love with her.” He steps forward and steadies himself by holding the doorframe. “Please, let me fix this. I made a huge mistake, I know that. I’ve already talked to Kristen and-”

He was cut off by Wanda’s fist. Bucky stumbled back, holding the spot she had just hit while looking up at the two girls. Wanda hissed and clutched her hand to her chest, muttering curse words under her breath.

“Wanda! What the hell!” Natasha exclaimed. “You said you weren’t gonna hit him!”

“I said I wouldn’t hit him right now as in that exact moment. The moment passed so…” she trailed off before hissing again.

The red head rolls her eyes. “Give her time. You really hurt her.” she sighs. “C’mon Wanda let’s put some ice on your hand.”

Bucky steps forward. “B-But-”

The red head shuts the door and Bucky stands there dumbfounded. With a frustrated sigh, he turns around and heads to his apartment.


“Hey guys.” You say as you exit your room. “Who was at the door?”

“Just Steve asking if we had any spare lemons in the fridge. He’s making lemonade.” Natasha replied.

You look up to see Wanda holding a zip-lock bag to her hand and your eyebrows knit together. “Oh my god what happened?”

Wanda opened her mouth to respond but closed it before repeating as she stuttered. Natasha waved a dismissive hand at the brunette and scoffed.

“This idiot punched the wall.”

Wanda gives you a firm smile. “Yup. I punched a wall.”

“Why?”

“Because the wall deserved it.”

“O…. kay.” You walk into the kitchen and Natasha turns to you.

“What’re you doing out here?”

“Just came to get some snacks. I asked my creative writing professor if I could redo an assignment so I’m working on that right now.” You respond, moving things around in the cupboard.

“Nice, nice…” Natasha nods her head.

“Mhm.” You hum, turning around with all your snacks in hand. “I hope your hands heals soon, iron fist.”

Natasha bursts into laughter while Wanda glares at you.

“You just had to go there.” She spoke, shaking her head.

You shrug and start towards your room. “Don’t bother me for the rest of the day. I’ve got some writing to do and I’m feeling highly inspired.”

“Alright,” Natasha shouts to you. When she hears your bedroom door shut, she whips around to face Wanda. “Really? You hit him?”

“You did it so why couldn’t I!?” she exclaimed.

“He didn’t need to be punched twice.”

Wanda shrugged. “He was annoying me.”

“Doesn’t mean you should punch him, iron fist.”

Wanda glares at her red head friend and Natasha laughs. “Ha ha, very funny Nat. You’re hysterical.”

The brunette rolled her eyes and threw a rag at Natasha.


A/N: I’M SORRY IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES I’LL FIX THEM IN A BIT I’M RUSHING RN BECAUSE I HAVE TO GO SOMEWHERE SO YE I HOPE YA ENJOYED & TELL ME WHAT YA THINK!

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That Fallout 4 Companions image is making the rounds, and you know what? It’s completely accurate. A lot of the Fallout 4 companions have really complex personalities and flaws beyond “I do drugs lel”

But the problem is the reveal of these completely breaks the rules of “Show don’t tell.” Every major element of the character’s backstory is revealed to you in a dialogue exchange once you hit certain Approval levels. And don’t get me started on the approval system (”You sneaked around Diamond City stealing shit for 3 hours. MARRY ME!”)

At least in New Vegas the companions unloaded their shit over a long period of time and through organic situations that would, you know, make them talk about it. Raul sees how age isn’t weakness. Boone sees you’re an enemy of the legion and will eventually open up about his wife and, in turn, how it’s his punishment for Bitter Springs. Veronica sees how the Wasteland is thriving while the Brotherhood thought it would die out.

Like, I guess you could chalk this up to the quest design of fallout 4, but I’d rather get Arcade to like me and awkwardly admit his involvement with the enclave by visiting places with advanced technology than swap weapon mods for 45 minutes so Danse thinks I’m the best Brotherhood Soldier EVER.

I Would Never Regret Meeting You

||| Anon asked: hi can you possibly make a mark from nct mafia au, like a scenario(: |||


Mark Lee x Reader

Genre: Mafia AU, angst, fluff

Word count: 1,091

Originally posted by meekokohaku

“Aren’t you too young to be working as a barista?”

“Aren’t you too old to pretend that your studying in a coffee shop just to look cool.” he retorted.

“Excuse me.” you tried making an offended face. “I’m only one year older than you.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that you’re not really studying.” he laughed.

But he was right, lately you have been coming here only to see him. He was new here and way younger compared to other employees. You found this boy incredibly cute and he kept distracting you, so now you don’t even try to study when it’s his shift. You two kept teasing each other but he actually never gave you a valid answer as to why he’s here and where he came from. When all the customers were served he leaned down next to your ear.

“You really want to know why I work here.” he asked, this time with a serious face. You just gulped. You have never seen him this focused before.

“Yes.” you finally spoke.

“This is all just a cover up for my mission, I’m actually in the mafia.” he said.

You looked at him for few seconds and then started laughing.

“And here I thought you were going to be serious for once.” you said punching him in the shoulder.

It seems he was content with your response.

“No need to attack me like that.” he chuckled, massaging the place you just hit.

“Yeah, yeah. Can you now let me focus for once?”

“Fine. Have your way princess.” he bowed down and went to the counter. “Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.” he mumbled.

“What’s that?”

“I said I think you have the most beautiful smile I have ever seen.”

You just blushed and quickly turned around.

“What’s up with him today? He’s not acting like himself.” you thought to yourself.

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After that day you haven’t seen much of him. You were coming to the shop every single day but he was nowhere to be found and your mood would go down every time he wasn’t there but you tried to convince yourself it’s not because of him. One morning you were going to the coffee shop again when you saw him exiting the building.

“Mark!” you shouted running up to him. “Where were you these past two weeks? I was beginning to worry.” you started when you noticed he wasn’t wearing his work clothes and he had bruises on his face and hands, like he was in a fight or something.

“Oh my God! What happened?” you asked taking his hand.

“None of your business.” he said, roughly pulling it out of your grasp.

“Are you serious?” you couldn’t believe how he was acting. “Why are you being a jerk? I was thinking and worrying about you all this time and that’s all you can say to me?”

“I never asked you to.”

That was it. You couldn’t look at him right now.

“Fine, if that’s how you want it to be.” you shoved him aside and went into the shop. You turned around and your eyes met. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking. You stared at each other seemingly for ages but it was only a few seconds when he finally averted his gaze and walked away.

“What’s up with him today?” you asked the other employees.

“Didn’t you hear? I thought you two were pretty close. He quit.”

“What?!” you shouted standing up from the chair and running outside. You don’t know anything else about him nor his last name, nor his number. It can’t end like this. But he was nowhere to be seen.

“Shit.” you went back inside and ordered a coffee. You sat at a table in one of the corners and tried to focus on the things you had to do but kept spacing out most of the time, thinking about what happened.

“We’re closing.” one employee said.

“Ah sorry.”

“Are you okay? You were sitting here all day doing nothing and just staring ahead of you.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” you quickly gathered your things and stepped outside. It was already dark and pretty cold. You never stayed here for this long. You were heading in the direction of your home when someone put his hand on your mouth and dragged you into a nearby alley. The person then slammed you into the wall.

“If you make any kind of noise, I will kill you just now and here, understand?” and you just nodded.

“What a nice catch but I could never understand why you would get yourself involved with the likes of Mark.” at the mention of his name your eyes widened.

“Ooh so you really do know him. Now be a good girl and tell me everything. We have seen you two together for a while now, so you must have some valuable information.” he said pulling his knife out.

“Please, I don’t know anything!”

“Everyone says that. You better reconsider your position and start speaking.” he said slicing the skin down your collarbone.

The feeling of the cold metal was terrifying and painful but you bit down on your lip and tried to endure. The man kept asking you the same questions over and over and he cut you when you didn’t provide the correct answer when all of a sudden you heard a gunshot and the man slumped in front of you, whining in pain. You looked up and saw Mark with his gun pointed at him.

“Scram you piece of shit. I’m only letting you live so you could tell your boss that NCT will not tolerate this. I will be coming after his and your head personally.”

“You again! I will remember this.” he told him and disappeared into the night.

You still couldn’t believe what just happened, it was all too much so the tears finally started falling.

“Are you okay?” he came up to you and checked your wounds. “That bastard.”

“Thank you.” you whispered. You were trembling so he quickly pulled you into his arms.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this.” he nuzzled his head in your neck.

“I’m sorry, I should have come sooner, I shouldn’t have been so rude this morning, I shouldn’t have talked to you in the first place… I’m sorry for everything.” he said tightening the hug.

“It’s okay.” you uttered. 

“This may sound selfish of me but even when it led to this, I would never regret meeting you.” he told you.


A/N: Ahhh it’s been a while since I have written a full mafia scenario even though I love them. Not that I don’t enjoy doing them but I should catch up with all of the requests sooner so I could focus on the 2nd part of rumors… 😂

Later That Night

Daveed Diggs x Reader

Part One | Part Two

Note: Okay so this is a sequel to You Naughty Bitch, Don’t Act Like You Forgot. It’s all fluffy and lot’s of healthy conversation about what the reader likes (i.e spanking) as she explains what she likes about it to Daveed. Also shoutout to @patron-saintof-sluts for reading this over for me! 

Warnings: One hit with a belt 

Word Count: 1,258

Tagged: @hamiltonsquills @tallish-hobbit @iamgrayfox @rottwat @beckett-faye @justanotherone2u


A soft groan escapes you, as you wake up a few hours later. You’re still cradled against Daveed’s chest, his fingers still buried in your hair.

Daveed himself has his head tipped back against the back of the couch and his mouth wide open as he snores softly.

“Daveed,” you mumble, shaking his arm. “Daveed wake up.”

“Hm? What is it?” He asks, his words practically slurred together and you can tell he still isn’t quite awake yet.

“My ass hurts from earlier,”

He shifts slightly at that, sitting up and wiping his face with his hand as he attempts to wake himself up.

“Can I get you anything babe?” He asks, twirling a lock of your hair around his finger.

“Nope. I just wanted you to be awake with me.”

“Oh really? You didn’t want to let me sleep since I’m not in pain?” He teases, tracing your jaw with his finger.

“Well you did cause the pain so…” you tease right back, grinning as you lean in to kiss him softly. “Can we go back into the bedroom?”

“Sure babe, want me to carry you?”

“Please”  

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anonymous asked:

1. The fifth time they meet, it is because she seeks him out at the Royal castle. It is several weeks after he allowed her to escape from the Dark One’s dungeon, and she has recovered fully from her wounds. She tries to tell herself to let that be their final interaction – he had the opportunity to end her life, but chose not to, which means he’s moving on from thoughts of vengeance. She should lie low and permit him to walk that path without having to deal with her - the person he blames.

2. She should also be making the most of her second chance, moving on from her old life and family. And yet, if there is one thing she can’t do, it is to let go of her son completely. Facing an existence without seeing him is even harder when another version is so close. So, against her better judgement, she finds herself one evening pushing her dinner to one side, taking a deep breath and allowing her magic to transport her away.

3. She reappears next to a bench set amongst some rose bushes. It is a small, private side-garden, accessible only to those who know both where the door is hidden and also have the key. The bushes look cared for, so she can tell at least someone tends the plants inside. Her instincts told her to come her, so she settles on the bench and waits. A long time passes, her fingers becoming cold from the breeze. Her wounds may be healed but her body is still more tired and sensitive than before.

4. Finally, when the last of the daylight has vanished and the stars have made their appearance, she hears the sound of a key in the lock. Someone enters, closing the door behind them, and then footsteps near. She waits patiently as the person approaches, letting herself smirk slightly when the feet come to an abrupt halt. ‘We’ve spoken before without guards,’ she pushes, when the silence lingers. Henry – King Henry, as she always has to tell herself – moves into view.

5. ‘How do you even know about this place?’ he asks, a curious expression on his face instead of exhibiting fear or hatred. She supposes that is definitely a step in the right direction. ‘I gather you read that book back to front several times?’ she replies, already knowing the answer. He nods, choosing to lean against a statue rather than join her on the bench. He’s dressed in typical night robes for this land – not something her Henry would be seen dead in. She smiles at the thought.

6. ‘Well, when we had that year where we were all sent from Storybrooke back to the Enchanted Forest, and I was separated from my Henry-’ she breaks off, pain in her heart at the similar situations. And yet this time, there is no Snow or David or even Belle around her. ‘We stayed in our version of this castle – the entire pathetic group of people. I would come here every night, just to have some peace, and think about Henry without Snow asking me every five minutes if I was alright.’ 

7. She almost bites her tongue when she realizes she’s mentioned Snow’s name. The death of his grandparents and disappearance of his mother is of course all on her head in his eyes – even if she wasn’t the version to actually perform those acts. Henry crosses his arms, but appears to contemplate what she says. ‘If what is written in the book is true,’ he begins slowly, ‘And I’m not saying that I believe it - it could just be your way of trying to trick me.’

8. He glances sideways at this, and she knows he’s lying – he does believe the book, at least somewhat. ‘If it were true though, you two ended up being close then? You and Grandma?’ She smiles sadly at him, and nods. ‘We forgave each other, and became family. She was always giving me ridiculous hope speeches. Emma became a dear friend too. I miss them.’ He bites his lip, clearly turning something over in his mind. ‘If it was so difficult during that year, why did you leave again? Leave Henry?’ 

9. ‘It’s all there in the book, Henry,’ she says gently. ‘I didn’t have a choice about leaving. And I miss him, every single day.’ Silence falls for a moment. Her hands are getting colder, and she rubs them together slightly. ‘I’m not him,’ Henry blurts out suddenly. ‘I’m not your son. I have no memories of growing up with you, or living in that world.’ She remembers then – remembers mistaking him for her Henry when she lay dying. Maybe that is what made him believe in the book. 

10. ‘I know you aren’t my son,’ she admits, twisting her fingers together. ‘That doesn’t mean you aren’t like my Henry in many ways though. You’re him if he had had a very different upbringing, is all.’ He snorts at this, rubbing a toe into the dirt. He looks very much like a teenager in this moment, and nothing like a King. ‘I’m not trying to replace my son,’ she continues, watching his face closely. ‘And if you want, I can leave and you’ll never have to see me or think about me ever again.’ 

11. He becomes quiet again at this offer, and the silence stretches on so long that she makes a move to stand up and transport herself away. If that is his choice, then she will respect it. But as soon as she’s standing, he holds out a hand. ‘I have to welcome all the nobles in the Kingdom to the castle next week,’ he tells her, in an odd shift in topic. ‘I’m slightly terrified that they won’t take me seriously, considering the fact that they’re all at least two decades older than me.’

12. ‘Overwhelm them with polite steeliness,’ she advises him with a twitch of her lips. ‘I became Queen at a rather young age myself, and found if you’re polite but don’t let them get away with anything, the old curmudgeons learn to respect you quite quickly.’ He nods, and at last smiles back. ‘I know, I read the books,’ he tells her. At her confused expression, he elaborates. ‘Our history books, about your reign. When you weren’t trying to track Grandma down, you were a pretty good ruler.’ 

13. She laughs slightly, and shrugs her shoulders. ‘Helped that a lot of them were scared of me,’ she admits, pursing her lips. ‘Not a prudent route for you to take.’ He drops his chin in agreement. ‘Most of my advisors are terrible,’ he confides with a wince. ‘Half of them don’t know what they’re talking about, and the other half want to run the kingdom themselves.’ She knows that feeling well, and extends a hand out, letting it hang in the air between them for a moment in a gesture of peace. 

14. ‘I understand that, I do,’ she tells him seriously. ‘If you ever need another person’s opinion, I’m always available.’ She feels stupid at the offer, but there is a flicker of relief in his eyes, or so she chooses to see. ‘I come to this garden every night myself,’ he informs her. ‘None of my guards are allowed to disturb me here.’ They stare at each other for a moment, with new-found understanding. ‘Good night, Henry,’ she says, and she sees him smile before she transports herself away.

Rebound girl // Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word count: ~5000

Warnings: Anti Danneel (for the purpose of this fiction she had to be a b*tch, but she is not his wife and they don’t have children for this fiction!), language and maybe it’s a bit angsty-ish? but I guess this is it If I’m missing something please let me know!

A/N: This is my entry for @casbabydontgoineedyou ‘s 1k follower challenge, my prompt was “Wait… You think I’m pretty?” (it’ll be bold in the text) and it’s also my first piece of fiction I’m posting here on tumblr! 

A/N 2: Part 2 (and other stories of mine) can soon be found on @not-moose-squad

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Jensen’s POV

Being with Danneel was tiring. She wasn’t the woman I fell in love with two years ago. 

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twenty.

“Do you need anything, sugar?” Herc asked you, calling you over the phone. You balanced your phone between your shoulder and your ear, trying to listen to him over the business of the office. “I know you were feeling sick this morning. Did you still go in for work?”

Your pregnancy had been up and down. Some mornings were a little tougher than the others. Laf assured you that it was all normal. Everything he had suggested had helped so you felt okay enough to come in.

“Yeah. I’ll rest when I get home.” You mumbled sheepishly. “Hey,“ You almost hung up, but then you remembered. “Can you get ice cream on the way home? And those pretzels I like?“ 

Herc chuckled, double checking to make sure he had his keys. "Course. John and Alex will be home a little later, but Laf will be home, okay?" 

“Mkay.” You hummed. Hercules smiled a little. You must have been a little busy. Your sentences were getting shorter. 

He was pleasantly surprised when you said, "Hey, I love you, Herc." 

He smiled, felt his heart warm up a little. "I love you too. Call the studio if you need me. See you later." 

“Bye, love.”

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rachelaudreydelarosamontoya  asked:

Hey!! I just failed my math test and i'm feeling a little depressed Can i have some angsty-but-fluffy head cannons please??

I am so sorry that I didn’t get to this sooner. If you need to chat, hit me up. And don’t worry, I once got a 15% on a math test and now I’m taking pre-calculus, so you’ll be perfectly fine 😊

-Everyone in the family has nightmares a lot. Like every night almost. For some of them (like Jason and Bruce), the dreams are worse, but everyone is pained when they have them. So there’s this unspoken rule that it’s okay to join one of the other family members if you’d had a bad nightmare. Jason and Dick are the most popular among the family since they’re actually both really cuddly (Jason will never admit to it) but all of the kids have gone to Bruce, who is arguably the most comforting

-Whenever any of the kids get hurt, Bruce gets very vengeful and worried about whether or not his kid is going to be okay. It could be a minor scratch or literally an inch away from death, but when he knows they’ll be okay he is so overjoyed and relieved, and it’s always a little shocking for the kid to wake up with Bruce right there with a smile on his face because he doesn’t smile all that much (once Jason got hurt and when he found Bruce sitting on the bed smiling, he decked him because he assumed it wasn’t actually Bruce)

-on the anniversary of their parents’ death, each kid gets to decide what the want to spend the day doing and the rest of the family has to oblige, whether they like it or not. One of the most popular things to do is watch movies or read stories that they remember watching/reading with their parents. It’s always bittersweet and inevitably some tears, but it’s helped a lot in moving on and coping

My dad is a professor and cancer researcher. He also reads romance novels by the truckload. Usually regencies, and the smarter the heroine, the better he likes it. He used to ride the subway with a romance novel tucked in his back pocket, ready to whip it out at a moment’s notice. He did not care who saw him.

He also read my XF fic back in the day. I got a call from him once. “How many times can you hit the rec button at Ephemeral?”

Me: “ONCE, Dad. Just ONCE.”

But you have to understand, my father didn’t just like to know how I was doing. He liked to keep an eye on my “competition.” If I came home with a test, he wanted to know how I did and how that compared to the rest of the class. If I got a 98%, he asked what happened to those other two points! So Dad didn’t just read my fic, he started reading other people’s. He likes romance, remember? He used to call me up with thoughts about the latest piece from Meredith or Dasha or MustangSally. He was especially impressed with Fialka. I told him he should send feedback. I don’t t know if he ever did.

He voted in the Spookys one year. I have no idea if he voted for me or not–it would depend on whether he thought I legitimately deserved it!

What I admire about my Dad is that he just doesn’t care at all what other people think of him. He is his own self, no matter what. The women at the used bookstore he frequents have grown to trust his romance recommendations. Once, a newbie started working at the counter. She saw my dad in the romance section and tried to steer him toward the Tom Clancy. “No, no, dear. Yours are over here…”

He said, “I think I might surprise you.”

Indeed. Happy Father’s Day, Dad.

grasshoppa  asked:

Hiya! I have a funny idea for you! What are your headcanons for Yoosung asking Zen to help him work out and them bonding until Yoosung is RIPPED? Reactions at the end result? Zen being proud of his beefy bro? I feel like these two would make such a cute bro relationship once Yoosung gets down to business.

You’re hitting me with another super cute and fun request! Yoosung and Zen are definitely Brotp for me and I super lowkey ship them but I really loved this idea so I made this one longer then I originally planned because I enjoyed writing it so much! Thank you for the request and I hope that you enjoy!! :3


Yoosung and Zen

  • Yoosung had asked Zen if he wanted to hang out with him for the day plus he wanted to ask him an important question
  • Zen, who finally had a day off, agreed since he thought that him and Yoosung should spend more time together
  • Once at the cafe destination, Zen greeted Yoosung, the latter looking extremely nervous about something
  • “Yo Yoosung, what’s up with you? Are you worried about something?” Zen asked as he pushed up his sunglasses to help disguise himself
  • Before Yoosung could even think, he blurted out to his friend “Zen I really need your help, I want to work out and have a body like yours!”
  • Zen blinked a few times in surprise, processing what Yoosung just said while the blonde was blushing from embarrassment
  • “It’s just that I have such a wimpy body and I think that’s one of the reasons why I don’t have a girlfriend. I would really appreciate it if you could help me work out Zen!” Yoosung asked hopefully
  • Zen gave his friend a heartfelt smile then smirked saying “Sure I’ll help you out Yoosung! But on one condition: you have to say ‘I want your help Zen because you have the most perfect body, only fit for a god’ then I’ll help you work out.”
  • Yoosung sighed at his narcissistic friend but swallowed his pride repeating “I want your help Zen because you have the most perfect body, only fit for a god. There, now will you help me?”
  • “Of course Yoosungie! Now let’s get down to business.” Zen said, secretly excited that his friend wanted his help with working out
  • So the next day, Yoosung and Zen met at the gym with Yoosung starting to feel self-conscious about his body
  • Zen could sense Yoosung’s doubt so he gave him a playfully slap on the back and told Yoosung to mirror his stretches
  • Once they were done with their warm-up, Zen had Yoosung lift some weights to see his current strength
  • Yoosung had difficulty lifting the 20 pound weights, putting them down and feeling embarrassed as tears almost fell down his cheeks
  • Zen noticed his friend’s distress and patted his back saying “Hey Yoosung don’t get upset, I know you can do this! It’s going to take some time but I’m here for you. Try thinking of your end goals and results as you work out. We’re going to do this together Yoosung.”
  • With Zen’s helpful encouragement, Yoosung was filled with a new sense of determination, thanking Zen for those much needed words
  • So Zen and Yoosung started going to the gym every weekend and Yoosung’s results were starting to show
  • The two of them would work hard and usually end the day with some protein shakes made by Yoosung
  • Zen was astonished by Yoosung’s progress and soon enough, Yoosung had a body that could rival Zen’s
  • He would stare in awe as Yoosung would flex his muscle, giggling about how awesome he looked thanks to Zen
  • Yoosung gave Zen a sincere smile saying “Hey Zen seriously thank you for all of your help. I can’t believe that I look so good now! You’re a great friend Zen, I really appreciate your help!“
  • Zen ruffled his friend’s hair telling him “No problem buddy. I mean, you’re still not as gorgeous as me but it’s a good start! But in all seriousness, I’m really proud of you Yoosung, I had a lot of fun helping you and we should hang out more often.”
  • Yoosung and Zen became workout buddies from that day on, challenging each other to who could get the better body but both were more happy to spend more time hanging out together