#my inbox and messages r wide open by the way

[haunted-masc]

i still don’t really get puppyplay so if anyone would like to demonstrate that would be much appreciated ! thanks in advance freaks

[alloftheimaginesblog]

breakfast {peter parker}

been going through my inbox to see what old messages/requests inspire me

prompt: “I can't get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater.”

character: peter parker tasm x reader

The sun warmed your bare leg which had escaped from under the duvet early that morning as you gradually began to wake up. You could hear the muffled noise of the usual New York traffic from the open window, a sound you'd learned to drone out, and as you began to stir, you snuggled in closer to the warmth which was that of Peter Parker.

Upon you snuggling into him, he himself began to stir and wake up, eyes struggling to adjust to the brightness as he opened them, peering down at you confused before he realised the events of the previous night. He smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he mumbled a sleepy greeting to you.

"G'morning," you said back through a yawn. Nerves and excitement bubbled together in your stomach as you fully woke up. It had been the first time you'd stayed at Peter's apartment. The two of you had been dating for the last few weeks and last night, you... well, sealed the deal.

He let you shower first as he prepared breakfast. Eggs, toast, beans, bacon and mushrooms. You'd been in his apartment before, he'd made you dinner here, but not like this. You'd never got to use his vanilla body wash; never got to feel his soft towels on your skin, never got to use his toothpaste. It was all rather intimate.

Peter had thought of the issue at hand before you did. When you walked out of the en-suite to his bedroom, you realised that you didn't have a fresh set of clothes to wear but Peter had sorted you something. On the bed lay a large ESU hoodie and a pair of boxer shorts.

I've put your clothes in the washing, they'll be ready in an hour or so, in the mean time here's some of mine to keep you warm. Making breakfast - P :)

You smiled widely as you pocketed the note, you liked to have little keepsakes like that, and you changed into his clothes. They were too big for you but you loved the comfort of them. They smelled like your favourite cologne he owned.

When you walked out, Peter brandished two plates full of food, "Just in time." You sat at the breakfast bar, tucking into your food. You hadn't realised how hungry you were until you smelled the food in front of you and then all of a sudden, you were ravenous. Peter watched you with a smile, "I can't get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater."

You looked up at him, mouth full and smiling, and Peter's heart grew three sizes. He loved that even though this was your first official sleepover, you were already comfortable with him, you didn't mind sitting wearing his jumper, hair messy and eyes tired. He loved that you didn't mind eating in front of him and you didn't mind to show that you liked to eat. You swallowed your mouthful and said, "Remember how nervous you were to ask me out?" Your voice was teasing and Peter rolled his eyes with a laugh as he sipped at his coffee.

"Best decision I ever made though," he told you truthfully, "now I have a pretty girlfriend."

You spluttered at the word, "Girlfriend?" As far as you knew, it wasn't official yet. He hadn't asked and you didn't want to just assume. You were shocked that he'd said it but not because you didn't want it, you did. You wanted to be his girlfriend, you wanted to be exclusive and hear he was just throwing the word around without you knowing.

Peter's face blanched, "Shit, sorry, I- I didn't - it's too soon, isn't it? I just- shit."

Realising he'd taken you the wrong way, you shook your head, "No, no, Pete!" You had to yell over him for him to stop the quick excuses, "I didn't mean that to be bad, I was shocked, that's all."

He released a breath, "Oh, good." There was a pregnant pause before he spoke again, "So... you want to be my girlfriend?" Here he was, at the ripe old age of twenty-seven, and he was bloody nervous over asking you to be his girlfriend.

You grinned, "Of course I do, Pete," you nodded, "I have a boyfriend." The giggle that you let out was the most adorable thing that Peter had ever heard before and all of a sudden, he was taken over by a rather animal urge. He pushed your plate away, pulling you off of the stool you sat on, "What are you-"

He kissed you hard and you knew exactly where this was going, "Last night, we weren't together. Now, you're my girlfriend. I say we need to celebrate that," he murmured against your lips as he navigated the two of you backwards and back to the bedroom.

So far being Peter Parker's girlfriend was a phenomenal experience.

[apteryxparvus]

L ♡ V E R ⇌ L ⦻ S E R — chapter 5

Chapter five — Grande Belladonna iced tea with 4 pumps of “Please forget this ever happened”, please

Pairing — Scaramouche / Female Reader

Content warning — swearing • mentions of bullying • brief mention of psychedelic substances

Summary: In a twist of unfortunate events, you find out that being exposed as the target of Kunikuzushi middle school bullying escapades was just the beginning of your troubles. To your dismay, you’re thrown even deeper into the glamorous but artificial world of celebrities. Oh, and the cherry on top? You’re forced to pretend to be in a long-term romantic relationship with none other than said ex-bully. All because of a careless misclick by his social media manager.

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It’s early noon when you slowly open your eyes, the world seeming hazy. Your dry mouth and heavy eyelids serve as reminders of the previous night. Glancing around your room, you note the evidence scattered in the corner — the empty bottle of raki and cups, snack packets, and plates.

With a groan, you rise from the bed and stretch your weary limbs, suppressing a yawn. The tempting aroma of freshly roasted coffee wafts through the air, accompanied by the scent of a mouthwatering breakfast. Following your senses, you make your way to the kitchen, the soft padding of your sock-clad feet barely making a sound along the hallway.

“Morning,” Alhaitam greets you with a brief glance as he expertly flips a msemen in the air, the flatbread landing back in the pan with a sizzle. He’s wearing a novelty apron — a gag gift from Kaveh — adorned with the words “I Beat My Meat” and a playful illustration of a tiny, round creature tenderizing a steak.

Your attention turns to Kaveh, slumped over the kitchen table, his face buried in his hands as he groans softly in discomfort. A steaming cup of coffee sits beside him.

“How—how much did we drink last night?” you inquire. 

“A whole bottle of raki before I had managed to finish the dinner preparations.” Alhaitam’s deadpan response leaves you wide-eyed. It all explains the raging hangover.

He suggests you take a seat and grab a coffee, while he finishes the crispy pancakes. You settle next to Kaveh, cradling your own mug of liquid relief, and observe as Alhaitam skillfully finishes his task.

He arranges the flatbread, arranging the pieces in three portions, and places them on the table. You gently nudge Kaveh awake, and he stirs from his light slumber. Alhaitam adds the final touch to the table — a jar of homemade honey and some soft butter, along with small bowls of nuts and raisins.

“You should probably check your Twitter,” Alhaitam suggests, casually dipping his msemen in the soft honey. Confusion clouds your mind for a moment, but within moments, the hazy recollections from the previous night rush back. Vaguely, you can recall venting to Kaveh about the whole Scaramouche bullying scandal, and unleashing your pent up frustration as a long twitter rant. 

Panic sets in and a sharp ache throbs in your head.

With trembling hands, you unlock your phone and navigate to your Twitter app. Dread courses through your veins, you don’t feel ready to face the consequences of your drunken actions. The thought of the post and of the numerous quote retweets and comments fills you with embarrassment. You delete the post, desperate to erase your public outburst. Taking a deep breath, you navigate to your account settings and switch your profile to private.

Your heart pounds, as you muster the courage to open your message inbox. You silently pray that the vague memory of you insulting Scaramouche is just a mere figment of your imagination.

“Fuck.”

Author’s note: updates might get a bit more sporadic, sorry about that 😅 also, i decided to add the header image to all chapters, so now i gotta go back and fix the previous ones... sigh

psa, dont go ingesting weird plants u see just cuz they're pretty, okei?

Taglist — @scaramoo @bananasquash @yukiipc @theblueblub @feiherp @scarletttcroww @farelady-fate @skyoverkill1 @reversearrowhead @magica-ren @sakurapeach

[alltoowille]

I am a massive fan of your work on AO3. I have taken down several of your quotes... these are some of my favs.

“I love you,” he suddenly felt the need to say it again. He told Simon that all the time. Not because he worried Simon would forget, but because sometimes it felt like there was a volcano in his chest and if he didn’t occasionally toss out some of the bubbling, burning love churning within him it might explode. (The way you describe airing out your feelings to someone as a bubbling volcano is so fucking vivid and honestly helped me to understand why at times I too would also need to randomly speak my feelings out loud.)

The joy of watching the people you love fall in love with each other. (I cant even begin to describe why this quote means so much to me. I have always been someone who loves to watch my loved ones interact with other people I love in my life.)

Simon saw him and didn’t turn away. Simon saw him and came closer. Simon saw him and walked until their bodies were touching and he could feel the heat from Wille’s burning heart and Simon wasn’t scared of fire. Simon pressed his hand over Wille’s bare skin and reached inside of him and pulled his chest open, just to get a better view of his heart. (Now THIS! THIS!!!! Has gotta be my all time fav from you. This is just so fucking lovely. I can't! I have thought about this quote every single day since I read it, and it has made me so happy. JUST THIS!!! WOW.)

Tradition, he long ago learned, had a way of muting its own atrocities. (The way you made me think about my own traditions I have in my family and the ways that I so easily gloss over some of the disgusting parts of it. You make me think a lot whilst reading your fics haha.)

He felt honoured, in some ways, to be the first to get to walk around the garden of Wille’s heart, hand in hand with Wilhelm as they looked at the thorns and flowers and weeds and herbs that had grown quietly, invisibly, over the past nineteen years. (No other words. This is just simply beautiful.

It felt as though they were flicking pure delight back and forth at each other, like the water was transformed into a fountain of nectar imbued with magical qualities, able to make everything lighter and more joyful than ever before. (Again. Just beautiful. 'Flicking pure delight.' Just wow. I love it so much. Made me think of my own times just being a kid with people I love. Being carefree. Thank you for reminding me of those times.)

The aisles were wide enough that there was no chance of them accidentally slamming into anything or causing any sort of problems—neither of them would risk breaking Rosh’s trust. Still, the benefit of being adults acting like children was that they knew the exact limits, both knew to remain careful enough that Simon wasn’t worried at all. (I love this. Thats all I can say.)

So yeah... pretty much all fics I've read from you have been exquisite. Your writing it breath taking and several times when I'm reading (or rereading), I have to take pauses just to compartmentalise what I'm reading because its simply beautiful, and just like poetry. Please never stop writing. I'm always super excited when I see an update from you. I've saved many a quote from you, and they all have such a special place in my heart. I often find myself rereading quotes and just ruminating on how gorgeous they are. Thank you for sharing your talent.

i have left this in my inbox for so long because i’m just floored and so touched by this ask holy FUCK!!!!!!! tbh i would KILL to see the full list of every quote you’ve noted from my fics or if you’ve ever talked w anyone else about them (even if it’s long my messages r open for as many screenshots as u have 😭) cause it’s insane to see lines on here that i was sort of unsure of or insecure about and then others that i was so happy with but not sure if they would resonate with other people ….. im just!!! at a loss to express my gratitude for this dani omg thank u so so much. i alwayssss look forward to your comments and im so happy to have tangible expressions of validation to look at when i doubt myself. also i have to add that the watching people you care about fall in love with each other is an allusion to yanigihara! “He experienced the singular pleasure of watching people he loved fall in love with other people he loved” is the original quote <3

anyway i was just feeling some self doubt and came back to look at this and decided it was time to answer :))) thank u so much for this it means so much to me!!

[nosleepuntilvacation]

Hi! I've got another Mettaton×reader request for you, if you don't mind. The setting is that Mettaton gets badly damaged, and of course his crush is worried sick. They insist on helping Alphys with the repairs, even if it's small things like handing her the right tool or something. The repairs take a week or two, and the crush just camps over at Alphys' lab the whole time. But anyway! The scenario I want you to actually write is when Mettaton is finally rebooted and wakes up. (cont.)

(cont.) So when Mettaton comes to, his crush is sitting next to whatever table/bed/thing he’s laying on. They go “Thank god!” and probably tear up a bit, smiling like a fool. Mettaton is like, touched that they’ve waited for him like that. When he asks about it, the crush gets all flustered. Mettaton ofc teases them, and as the conversation/banter goes on they accidentally mention at some point that they helped Alphys with the repairs… Que more flustering and eventually (cont. IM SORRY)

(cont.) eventually they end up telling him how much he means to them. In their nervousness, they get a bit rambly and end up confessing their romantic feelings to him. Then they hang their head and don’t look up again until Mettaton tells that he feels the same. Then they’re both awkward and happy and they smooch and stuff. // Sorry if this long, 3-ask explanation is unclear and sorry this is so dramatic. Thank you for considering this.             

…this has been sitting in my inbox for over a year hasn’t it

dishonor on me, dishonor on my miltank, etc. etc. etc.

But I guess it’s better late than never…?

Below the cut: A Storm Leads to a Rainbow

(TW: Discussions and descriptions of a car accident, and the emotional and physical injuries resulting from it; brief mention of alcohol)

Two synthetic eyes open, and their owner groans, clutching his forehead. “Ugh… what happened?”

He looks in his immediate line of sight. The space-printed sheets on the bed he currently occupies, the posters displaying different franchises he likes (his own included), the star-shaped stickers on the ceiling… yep, this is definitely his guest room in Alphys’ place.

“But why–?” He reaches down and touches his hip. Just as he suspected, his charging cable is plugged securely into there. He barely has enough time to register this before he hears a familiar voice.

“Mettaton? Thank god!”

He sits up and looks over towards the source of the voice…

…and he promptly sees you sitting in one of his pink beanbag chairs, smiling like a weight had just been lifted away. And was he seeing things, or were those tears in your eyes?

“[Y/N]? I wasn’t expecting to see you here, sweetheart.” He smirks a bit. “Have you appointed yourself the president of my fan club? I’ll have you know that you’re competing with me for that position.”

“Heh…” To you, the sound of his voice is exactly what you need right now. You pull out your phone and open your text message program. “Just gonna let Alphys know you’re awake. She’s off jogging with Papyrus.”

After a few chuckles at his own joke, his smile soon becomes more genuine. “Thank you for thinking of me, though.”

“Of course.” You put your phone away after sending a message, and your smile becomes a little more sad as you try to ward off the rock forming in your throat. “When I heard about what had happened to you, I was so worried, and I couldn’t just…” You take a few deep breaths to keep the dam from bursting.

At this point, he can’t help but frown. “If you don’t mind me asking… what did happen to me, anyway? The last thing I remember was Bryan and I driving home, and before I knew it, our car tipped sideways. My whole body was in pain, I heard Bryan calling Alphys… and then I blacked out.” His hand clenches the mattress. “Is Bryan okay, by the way?”

“Yes. He had to visit the ER, but he wasn’t hurt too badly, and they let him go home after a few days. Anyway…”

After swallowing your nerves, you begin to explain the full story.

A little over a week ago, you had been visiting Alphys and Undyne and watching a movie with them. At one point in the movie, Alphys received a panicked phone call from Bryan, an orange mammal monster who seemed to be Mettaton’s frenemy of sorts. The two had been driving together to their respective homes after a production at the local theater when a drunk driver veered into their lane and crashed into Bryan’s car. When Alphys headed out to help, the scene indeed looked grisly, with roadside assistance having to help put the car upright again - and it was clear that at least half of the car would need repairs. Paramedics were helping Bryan into an ambulance…

“…and when she brought you back, I almost couldn’t look.” You shudder. “You looked like something chewed you up and spit you back out again!”

With a sneer, Mettaton folds his arms. “Oh, come on. I don’t taste that bad! Ask anyone who’s ever had one of my world-famous face steaks!” He taps his chin in thought. “Although, maybe I shouldn’t have made them so expensive at first…”

You chuckle nervously; at the time, you definitely wouldn’t have laughed if someone had made that joke, but now that Mettaton’s awake, the whole thing feels a little easier to put in the past.

“Honestly, though…” His expression softens into concern. “…my body looked that bad when Alphys brought me in?” He holds his hands in front of his face and wiggles his fingers, before peeking under the blankets and presumably checking his feet in a similar way. Next, he grabs a handheld mirror from the nightstand and studies his face, brushing his hair out of one of his eyes.

“Yeah…” You wipe away a few tears forming near your eyes. “If Alphys and I hadn’t fixed you up right away…” A shudder takes over your spine; you’re still not entirely sure how all the intricacies of his body work, and this was one situation where experimenting was not an option.

For a moment, Mettaton is silent…

…only to give you an odd look.

“Wait a minute… you helped Alphys with the repairs?”

“Uh–! Well!” Oh god, does he already know what you think of him? “She did most of the big work! I was just there to help hold you still, or to get her the right tools, or to keep an eye on you to make sure you were still stable while she was out getting more supplies and stuff. Undyne helped, too, when she wasn’t at work. Alphys and I took turns watching over you the first couple of nights, while you were still in somewhat critical condition…”

Mettaton blinks. “You even stayed over?”

“Y-yeah… I haven’t actually been home since I heard about the crash.”

By now, you can feel the floodgates open, tears rolling down your face as you explain yourself.

“I wanted to help Alphys as much as I could… I was so scared. You could have died if we hadn’t done enough in time, and if I hadn’t helped and you ended up dying… I don’t know if I could ever forgive myself if that happened. Especially because you’re my friend, and, well…”

Despite the more reasonable side of your mind not feeling ready to say it, your emotions are in full force right now, and you just blurt it out before you can stop yourself.

“I don’t know when it started, but I really wanted to tell you I love you.”

And with that, you lower your head and finally allow yourself to let out some quiet sobs as the many emotions of the past several days swamp over you: relief from knowing that Mettaton is most likely okay now, fear and sadness from the fact that he probably wouldn’t have made it if Alphys hadn’t gotten there in time, and that hard-to-describe sensation of knowing that, in the heat of the moment, you just confessed your romantic feelings towards your longtime crush. Your body and mind are just frozen like a slow computer as you try to quell this maelstrom of emotions.

It gets to the point where you can barely register it as Mettaton whispers your name and gently takes hold of your hand.

“Shh… everything’s going to be okay, darling. It was horrifying, and I was scared, too… but I feel so much better now.” A smooth thumb strokes the top of your hand as he continues. “In fact… as of late, I’ve realized that I’m in love with you, too.”

“R-really…?” You finally look up; despite your likely looking like an emotional wreck right now, Mettaton doesn’t seem to judge you for it, instead smiling.

“Absolutely, sweetheart. I’ve wanted to tell you for a little while; you’ve been such a wonderful friend to me. And knowing that you would go this far to help save my life… honestly, I’d do the same for you.”

A cheerful laugh escapes your throat; you’re not sure what to say, but you still manage a “Thank you…”

“And thank you, beautiful.”

For a few moments, neither of you are sure of what else to say amidst the glow of relief and new love, but eventually, Mettaton has a thought.

“Darling, when all of this has blown over a little more… would you, perhaps, like to go on a date with me? I can show you a few of my favorite places in town, and you can show me your favorites, if you’d like.”

“Sure.” There are still a few tears, but they come from a much happier place now. It’ll probably take a little while for everyone’s fears to disappear completely, but what’s important is that everyone is safe right now, and a potential tragedy has been averted.

Before you know it, you wrap your arms around Mettaton in a big hug, which he soon returns in kind before leaning in close to your face. He stops himself and looks into your eyes as if asking for permission, and when you smile and nod, he presses his lips to yours. It’s not the smoothest of kisses, but most first kisses typically aren’t.

Either way, you’re definitely not complaining.

You’re so lost in the kiss that you don’t hear the sound of the front door opening and closing in the other room, nor do you hear the sound of footsteps. Shortly afterwards, though, a small eep does get your attention.

The two of you break off the kiss and look towards the doorway, where Alphys is standing, still in her jogging outfit, with wide eyes.

“Oh! Uh… am I interrupting something?”

As you wave hello to Alphys, Mettaton gently smiles. “Alphys, darling, I’m so glad to see you. And don’t worry; I think everything’s going to be just fine.”

Alphys returns the smile. “Yeah… I’m so glad you’re awake. I’ll probably want to keep an eye on you for the next day or two, though. Just to make sure I didn’t miss anything.”

“That’s all right. As long as I have everyone cheering for me, I can absolutely manage this!”

You gently squeeze his hand, and he smiles at you.

After a second or two, Alphys pulls out her phone. “So, uh, want to order some pizza or something? I can shower while we wait for it to get here.”

Mettaton rests a hand on his soul casing. “Darling, I haven’t eaten in days, so that sounds absolutely perfect right now.”

“That sounds good to me too,” you say with a nod.

“Great! Let me open the app…”

As you all begin to figure out what you want, you can already picture the delicious taste of the food in your mind. Not only that, you can also picture some of the exciting, lovely things in your and Mettaton’s future… a future that you helped to secure for him.

Sometimes, even a harsh rainstorm can leave behind a beautiful rainbow.

[novaviis]

Snaibsel Renaissance Fair AU

Part One. 

@ghost-in-the-stalls briefly mentioned snaibsel going to renfairs like months ago in my inbox and my dumb gay brain latched onto it like a corvid to a shiny piece of tinfoil, and now it’s a full-on au. 

Artemis is a former high school dropout, got her GED, troubled past, the whole deal. She's on the mend, trying to earn money to go to college. Doing really well for herself. She just got a job at the local Renn Fair for the summer. Not thrilled about it at first, but it's something, right? She’s decent on horseback, so she’s got that under her belt already (her Dad was obsessed with training her and her sister in every sport on fucking Earth, along with some more… nonconventional ones.) She’s been hired to ride in the jousting tournaments and give snot-nosed little kids horse rides around a little circle, shit like that. She’ll give it a trial run for a week or two, at least until she finds something better.

Zee is a bit of a veteran at the Fair already as a Sorceress. This absolute powerhouse of a woman in full renaissance garb, like Morticia Addams and Morgan le Fay were mixed together in one 5’5” bombshell. She runs the magic show, held every weekend on the jousting field for the crowd of wide-eyed spectators in the stands. She’s no amateur magician, that’s for sure. She’s not pulling bunnies out of hats or pulling off cheap illusions.

Artemis stays behind from her orientation on her first day to watch the show – mostly because he brother in law isn’t picking her up until later and she needs to kill time. She’s heard of this “Sorceress Zatanna” show, but hasn’t really seen her yet. She’s sitting in the front row, amused enough opening act of musicians and the Fair Jester to not be completely bored, but she’d definitely checking her phone for the whole show to be over.

And then Zatanna comes on. She owns the stage set up on the patchy grass immediately. In the torchlights she really sells the whole medieval vibe (the extra florescent lights and the microphone kind take points away from authenticity but they’re easy enough to ignore). Zatanna starts off small. She pulls a crow out of her sleeve and releasing it, having it swoop at the crowd for some thrills before perching on her shoulder. She takes a broomstick and makes it levitate several feet off the ground, even sitting on it and raising it higher. At one point, Artemis looks down at her phone and sees Roy texting that he’ll be there in 20 minutes. As she’s putting her phone back into her sweater though, she looks up and Zatanna is right there. In front of her, at the edge of the stand, grinning back at her. Claims that since someone is obviously not satisfied enough with her show, she’ll make it a little more emersive. Before Artemis can say now, Zatanna is taking her hand and guiding her out into the centre of the field and the rickety wooden stage. Artemis can barely see the faces of the crowd anymore, but she can feel them all watching her and it’s more than a little unnerving.

Zatanna pulls out a deck of cards that Artemis vaguely identify as Tarot. She announces to the audience that she’s going to give her new friend here a reading. Artemis picks four cards out of the deck and Zatanna spreads them out on the table, and turns the first three over.

Judgement, Ace of Cups reversed, and The Star.

There’s a bit of a pause on Zatanna’s face as she reads the cards, before she smiles fleetingly and looks up at Artemis – for a half second too long, if only because Artemis can’t breathe through it. Finally, though, Zatanna announces her reading. “Your past has been clouded by harsh Judgement, from others, from those close to you, and mostly from yourself. You’ve been binding to what people have expected of you. Your present, however, reveals a new sense of self-love and intuition. Though you still struggle with repressed emotions, this card shows progress….” Zatanna stops there, and looks up at Artemis. “Hitting the mark?”

“Yeah,” Artemis shrugs a little nervously, echoed by the laugher of the crowd. “A little too close.”

Zatanna raises her hands. “Don’t shoot the messanger. I only read the cards,” she smiles. “Your third card predicts the future, with the path you are on right now. The Star represents renewal – in hope, in faith, and in purpose. So, at least you know you’re on the right track. This last card, however…” She picks up the card and shows it face out to Artemis without looking at it herself. “Is a message directly to you, and overall look at who you are at heart. And,” with a grin, she flicks her fingers and the card vanishes in a puff of violet smoke, “it will only reveal itself to you.”

The crowd applauds the slight of hand, and Artemis is left a little perplexed as Zatanna calls for more applause for her assistant, before allowing her to go back to her seat. Artemis does slink back to the stands, but not without a few glances back over her shoulder, still wondering what just happened.

After that, Zatanna is done with the small tricks. Evidently, the tarot reading was a bit of a halftime show. She pulls out the grander illusions, vanishing from the stand only to reappear in the balcony reserved for the “King and Queen” of the Fair, who play along in delight as Zatanna steals a bottle of mead and reappears in another burst of smoke back on the stage. She chants in a strange tongue, that almost sounds like backwards English, before each trick. Artemis is completely entranced. Zatanna finishes the show by telling a story of an ancient witch who was so powerful and feared that it took a King’s entire army to take her down. Before she was burnt at the stake she put a curse on the King’s most valued treasure – the very Chalise that the Knights fought for at the Fair every summer. The King’s soul was bound to the Chalise, and the curse would only be lifted once one she deemed worthy won it.

To prove to any “doubters” that the story was true, she has the Chalise itself appear on the clothed table in the centre of the stage. Then, with all the fanfare of a grand finale, she chants a spell that causes all of the torches and electric lights to go out in one burst. Once the thrilled shrieks of the crowd have died down, a glowing figure remerges out of the Chalise from the pitch darkness, taking the form of an undead King. The figure rises into the air and flies over the crowd, until Zatanna “seals” it back into the Chalise. Cue all the torches reigniting and the lights coming on, to the standing ovation of the crowd. Artemis remains seated, honestly still blown away by the show.

She hadn’t thought that this place had that big of a budget for special effects, damn.

With the rest of the crowd on their feet and slowly beginning to shuffle out of the Fairgrounds, Zatanna takes her bow and makes her exit – but not before looking back to Artemis and giving her a little wink. Artemis, still confused as ever, doesn’t think much of it beyond wow. She joines the rest of the crowd in heading out of the grounds, through a long forest path to the parking lot were Roy was waiting to get her.

An hour later, as she’s taking her clothes off to get into her pajamas, she sits on her bed and pulls her socks off – only for something to fall out and slip under her bed. She hadn’t even felt it there. Artemis reaches under her bed for it, expecting a leaf or something from the stable where she’d been getting acquainted with the horses.

It’s a tarot card.

Artemis sits there, on her bedroom floor, holding the little card in her hand. The gold foil catches the light of her bedside lamp. She’s too dumbfounded to really react at first, but as she turns it over to see the Queen of Swords, her mind absolutely spins with every possible way Zatanna could have pulled off that trick without her noticing.

Artemis can barely sleep that night. She spends an hour sitting in bed just staring at the card like it’s going to give her the answers. How the hell did she do that?

[operator-blu]

Warframe Fic #3 (Pay What is Due)

“All clear,” I call behind to my teammates. I turn away from the massacre that laid before me: dead bodies laid haphazardly along the floor. Blood lined the walls, albeit not much. Most of the Grinner were burned away, those that survived were rotting away ever so slowly, their flesh browning away into a molten puddle on the floor. Only bones remained, some full skeletons, others had them jutting out from the flesh unseeingly.

 I checked the last room: a small storage closet filled with lockers. Some were pried open, the door hanging on its hinges. Others glowed red, refusing to reveal its contents. A few stray dollars remained, otherwise, the place was ransacked.

 I reported back to the comm room – many others from my fleet had already arrived. They stood on guard, albeit most of them looked bored, clutching their guns and waiting for the commander’s instruction. I approached him slowly. The commander sat only slightly with his back towards the door, his right side was still exposed to everyone behind him just slightly. But he was much too enamored with what was in front of him – a large screen divided into smaller sections. Each screen filled with the aftermath of their last mission. He watched everything from this room, I knew because he did so every time he joined our missions. I had the horror of witnessing the warfare myself, and for some reason, I swore to myself never to do that again. I much preferred to be in action, keep my mind busy, have something to do, rather than sitting idly by and seeing everything unfold.

 The commander pulls away from the screen, a wicked smile that reached ear to ear. He stares at me for a moment, whatever psychotic break he was experiencing melted away, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

 “Ah,” he offers after an awkward break, “Eros, good job. Everything is clear.”

 Yes. It was. Cameras were deceiving, they had blind spots. Some rooms didn’t have cameras at all. Some closets and pocket spaces here, some overtly large room there, and someone was bound to go unaccounted for. That was fine. That was the easy part.

 But something still bothered me.

 “Si r- “ I began.

 A familiar sound. A beep, heavy metal moving.

 She stood in the doorway, alone. The same way she helped us complete the mission. Dried blood stuck to her claws, and her weapon still leaked smoke from the gun hole. She approached us.

The commander left my side to meet her as well, “Good job slaughtering those dogs, betrayer.” He stood before the Valkyr, eying her up.

“Maybe you should work for us,” he places a hand on its shoulder.

 It turns its head, glancing at his hand a moment before slapping it away. It took one step closer, but the surrounding troops raised their guns. I raised mine as well but prayed no one noticed that I was clenching mine a bit too tightly. Or that my heart was beating too loudly. Something about this Tenno was unsettling. But just what was it exactly? Something about it felt a bit different than the others, and that set me on edge.

 “Make sure I get my reward,” it growled, pointing one of its talons at the commander’s chest.

 I opened my mouth, warning the betrayer to move back from the commander, but he chuckles. He offers a stiff nod with a twitch of a smile, then the betrayer turns and leaves.

I entered the commander’s office.

 “Sir,” he jumped from his desk, looking up at me with wide eyes.

“Another report,” I offered, setting the papers onto his desk. It was already covered in folders, papers spilling out at all angles. I know he was writing up and sending off triple copies of reports, but it seemed like there were more of them than usual. Ever since time has passed since we last saw the betrayer, the commander has been on edge.

 The commander stands from his desk, sighing heavily. “I should take a break.”

He rubs his eyes, then makes his way towards the door, “Follow me.”

We went to the comm station. I’m sure the commander was checking his inbox or something, but it didn’t really feel like any sort of break. I busied myself by doing routine work, making sure all the systems were up and running, and doing the procedural checks.

 As soon as the routine checks finished, the security alarms bellowed, echoing throughout the halls. My hands flew to my pistol immediately, without thinking. In the distance, I could hear someone shout, and a thud hit the ground. Some gunshots sounded out but were quickly cut off.

 Silence. A moment passes, and I begin approaching the door. It opened before I fully reached it. Something bright flashed before my eyes, and then I felt something hard slam against my back, then a few second later something else hard hit my right side.

 “Amazing, such power!” I heard the commander’s voice ring out as I tried to regain my senses. I smelled blood and burning flesh, but I couldn’t see much. Someone was laughing. The view of the room was spinning and fading in and out, figures dividing and combining back together. Damn it, get it together, Bidd!

 The betrayer, it was back again. It stood in front of the commander, holding him by the throat and raising him into the air.

“I had to see you in person again!” No one else said a word.

 The commander coughed as the betrayer’s fist clenched tighter around his neck. I made no effort to move. I mean, how could I? Save the same man who lead an enemy to us? Even if I saved him, how would this be explained to the higher-ups?

 “W-wait, listen to me!” The commander began again, in between short, hard breaths, “I know you’ve been receiving my messages! We can work toge-“ The betrayer cuts him off. He gargles, gasping for more air.

 The thing grips his head with it’s other hand, its claws digging into the sides of his face. It pulled him closer, growling in an almost indecipherable voice:

“Pay what is due.”

��He points to the lockers to his left. I hadn’t paid any mind to them, but one of them was unlocked. “I-In there!”

 It glances at the locker. His skull still in its hands, it approaches the locker and opens it. It grabs the Exilus Adapter. Without turning it’s head, the betrayer crushes the commander’s head. The snapping of bones and squishing of flesh echoes in my ears, archived in the many identical sounds I’ve heard before. His body fell to the ground with a soft thud.

 I laid there motionless. He betrayed our cause. He betrayed us. He lured this . . . this monster to us by baiting it with some stupid reward! He killed us all, the bastard! I can’t believe it! I sat there, unmoving, fuming, even as the pressure on my head increased. I ignored the betrayer that placed it’s foot on my head and pushed down. I screamed, something unworldly and feral. Something that didn’t sound like my own voice as everything went black. 

[nayakwon]

Chapter I

JULY 20, 2011

Orange County, Southern California, USA

“If you have gone through this already, you will most certainly recognize each following word: denial, anger, negotiation, depression, acceptance. Although death is the only certainty of all mankind, no one is ever prepared to go through emotional mourning”. 

Genre - angst, darkfic, fluff, smut

Warnings - [18+ but y’all know anyone actually respects this shit anymore] none, for the moment. Oh, and english is not my first language. I’m looking for someone to help me to edit the chapters. If u r interested, plz, inbox me. 

Words - 2k

She knew that from exactly sixty minutes on, a year would be complete. The girl's brown orbs were almost wide-eyed, fixed on the flashing red points that marked the hours on her digital clock by the bed. Even facing the opposite side, she could feel the look of her twin sister on her back, penetrating her ribs, giving the signal that she was also aware of the approaching date in three thousand six hundred seconds.

If you have gone through this already, you will most certainly recognize each following word: denial, anger, negotiation, depression, acceptance. Although death is the only certainty of all mankind, no one is ever prepared to go through emotional mourning. The intense pain, the feeling of revolt, the deep emptiness. The whole family was aware of all these emotions.

Just over a year ago, Naya Valentini and her family had lost two members of their family tree. Under her precise social perception, her favorite uncle and her younger sister. Matteo Valentini was that uncle that it didn’t matter the situation, he could make every single day better. He was the life of family reunions, and after getting divorced, it felt like he was doing better in life than anyone else in the world. That afternoon, in July 2010, he had taken the triplets Max, Graham and Sophie to the movies. Everyone was excited, talking about the debut of My Favorite Evil. What nobody knew was that when they returned, tragedy awaited them. The white van hit the driver's entire side, including the back.

When her parents arrived at the hospital after being notified, the news that Matteo had died instantly frightened them with the idea of the possible death of their sons hammering in the head. Fortunately, the boys would recover quickly, but Sophie had been rushed to the OR. Naya was not together during the emergency, in fact, she and her other siblings had lagged behind to take care of the new foster child of the family, a newborn.

At home, everything was in chaos, and she remembered the scene altogether, which her brain insisted on displaying in slow motion: Liam trying to make Autie stop screaming that she wanted to have gone along, Ethan almost blowing up the microwave while preparing something to eat. Naya tried to finish helping Devyn in the shower, but the baby's crying deconcentrated her.

With parents away from home and the dread of the idea of younger brothers and uncle being involved in an accident, the four elders were able - with much effort - to bring the heavy mattresses downstairs, where they had decided to spend the night together, with the strategy of getting a better look at the younger ones. It was dawn when her father arrived, finding all the children on the floor of their living room, sleeping, except for Lexi, who still was giving Joey a baby formula. Naya still remembered being awakened, and how her father had tried to be as gentle as he could be when telling that Uncle Matt and Sophie had died.

            "I can’t sleep either." She heard her sister's voice over her shoulder.

And in that simple sentence, it was possible to feel the weight. They both knew how difficult it had been for the whole family, especially the matriarch, who had lost her ground altogether. The situation was ten times worse when Moon entered the fourth and more difficult stage of mourning: depression. They knew that, like everyone else, she was struggling to move on, however, every time she looked at the newborn, the image of Sophie in her arms for the first time came back in flashes. Her father had suffered two losses at one time - his daughter and his older brother. The mornings in the kitchen, once livened up by the children's conversations, suddenly became quieter. The children's mother had just recovered from the last phase, acceptance, and the one-year anniversary had already arrived.

             "What do you think will happen today?" Lexi asked, but the silence was the only answer. "I just hope mom doesn’t freak out”.

Naya turned to her twin sister's side, pulling the blanket close to her face, realizing for the first time that night that they were both in the same position.

             “She will not. She is a force of nature.”  And there was definitely a very strong degree of precision in Naya's response. Her mother really was a very inspiring woman, beginning with her life story. Moon never had any kind of contact with her biological father, the only thing she knew was that he was part of USFK, the American Forces of Korea. After a one-night stand, her mother returned to Busan, where Moon was born and eventually, they moved to the United States only because her mother was deluded with life in a foreign country and the hope of marrying the father of her daughter. They didn’t find him and both spent some time in a homeless shelter. Moon was the one who decided to go to school and learn as much English as she could, teaching her mother on her free time after her first job. She ended up in college and became pregnant at a young age, resulting on a marriage with her boyfriend. Still studying, even if it was a distance program, as her children were born, she never for a second of her life gave up the dream of creating her own line of cosmetics. She started from the bottom, reselling some products in Beaufort, deciding to move to Los Angeles to finally open her store and put into practice what she had learned with a chemistry degree.

Nowadays, Moon had two stores in Southern California, and she did her best every day, always encouraging her kids to do the same. Today would also be a day without class. The family would visit the grave of Matteo Valentini, followed by the urn where Naya’s sister's ashes were. Moon was the one who insisted on cremation after Sophie's organ donation, because it was part of her Korean culture, and technically, the Valentini-Kwon family was 50% South Korean and 50% Italian.

             "Do you think about Sophie?" This time it was Naya who broke the moment of reflection.

             “Honestly?” Lexi turned up, staring at the ceiling before continuing. “Not anymore. Of course, I miss her. It must be a lot worse for the boys, I can’t even imagine what it would be like to lose you.” She referred to the fact that they shared the mother's womb. "But I believe I've been through it. I guess I’m fine now. How about you?”

             "I'm thinking about her now."

             "But that's because it's the death anniversary."

             "Yes. But I thought the same thing when dad came home that day and told us everything. Sophie was seven. She's gone without knowing what high school is like, or what it's like to kiss someone, or drive a car. She never got a chance to live. Unlike uncle Matt.” Naya adjusted a strand of her own hair. "Thinking about that makes me depressed. She could’ve had the world”.

             “I know.”

             "What about us?"

             “Sorry?” Without understanding the question, Lexi frowned.

             "What I mean is ..." The other one sat on the bed, the blanket dropped into her lap, just as her hair fell on top of her pajamas. "We can have the world, Sophie doesn’t. The question is: what are we doing with our lives?

             “Okay, Nay. Relax a little and get out of this life’s philosophy thing for a moment. You and I ... We're only sixteen. School-type things are our biggest concerns.” Lexi followed the twin, but as she got up, she went to sit on her sister’s bed.

            "But that's the point, Lexi. What if we die? I still have so many things that I want to do and we just… Exist. Sophie, she was seven, there wasn’t much she could have done except .... Bring some message to our family.” To say that seemed the correct interpretation. "And it hurts, but I do not want to end up like her, Lexi. I want to live. I want to decide what I'm going to do, challenge myself more. Because I can die tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow. I want to be like uncle Matt. He did everything he wanted.”

Alexia seemed to understand the meaning of that conversation, the reason of her reflective sister.

            "So, what do you want to do? Unrelated to, you know, with what we have now. Boyfriend, dance, friends, taking all of these things away?

The question took her by surprise, but perhaps her unconscious wanted that to be thrown on the table. What Naya wanted to do with her life? Once she finished her senior year of high school next year, what she would do? A small memory small came to when her interest in old movies began to emerge after a summer vacation at the grandparents' farm. After that, she remembered the godfather playing piano, and how he said she had a good voice. Her dream of being a musical actress began from there, along with an entire week only watching the famous Broadway performances. She actually achieved that.

Still with the thoughts turned to her godfather, she wondered if she should believe him. After so many refusals, she wouldn’t have the audacity of calling him and asking for advice, and not even would step on other people with incredible talent and much better than her because of their connection. The way was to try, go through all the phases of her challenge, as well as what her late sister would never have the opportunity to do.

With a smile sprouting just as a year had passed since the accident, Naya looked at her sister before she laid down again.

            “What? Why are you smiling? Naya?”

            "I've figured out what to do."

            "And you’ll not tell me?"

            “You’ll find out.”

So, the girl looked at the digital clock once again, following the moment when he had just shown 4:01, exactly one minute later after her younger sister was pronounced dead. However, the only thing she could do was smile. She had understood one of her sister’s missions in her short life, and hoped the rest of the family would understand soon enough. With a lighter heart, she whispered before falling asleep.

             "Thank you, Sophie.”

[shiningfantasystar]

SF9 React! S/o gets sick because they ran to them with wet hair

A/N: I went a bit crazy and wrote all of them as drabbles~ It took a lot of time writing all 9, so I hope you enjoy~~

Word Count: around 3k all together~ Warnings: None!

Youngbin

When Youngbin had called you over to his practice room, he didn’t expect the sight before him. You had been so excited by the chance of seeing your handsome boyfriend that you completely forgot about the fact you just finished a shower. Throwing on whatever clean clothes you could get your hands on first, you ran, forgetting the bundles of wet strands falling loosely around the air. Needless to say, when he saw your wet hair dropping into your eyes as you bent over gasping for air with a dopey smile, he was worried.  “Y/N- ah, you didn’t have to rush this much- what if you’ll be sick?”  “I won’t”

Not even two days passed and Youngbin’s premonition came to be. You were stuck in bed with a cold, shivering even though you were covered in all the blankets you owned. The second Youngbin caught on (which was pretty much instantly), he visited you with a stern ‘I told you so’ look plastered over his face. He expressed nothing but worry and offered to make you porridge, taking you into his arms after you ate. Using the opportunity to watch movies you both were interested in, and cuddle. Would be more cuddly than usual, probably feeling at fault for your cold. Youngbin’s last worry was catching the cold from you, you were a priority after all.

“It’s okay Y/N-ah, let’s just stay like this.”

Inseong

You knew Inseong was staying late in the practice room, recently all your conversations strayed into his anxious rambles about falling behind and disappointing his team. You knew he was a hard worker and supported his choice of putting in extra effort, even if it meant sacrificing some of your together time. However, when you received a message shortly past 6am, your morning shower time, your thoughts flooded in worry.

From: Youngbin

Hey Y/N, did Inseong stay the night at yours? He should get back before 8am.

Alarm bells set off in your mind; did he not leave the practice room at all? Abandoning the towel around your head, you grabbed a bag with your basic essentials, locked your front door and ran, the urgency and adrenaline pushing you to hurry. You found him asleep on the cold floor in the corner of the room, trying to swallow the building anger and fear, you approached him. He didn’t need to push himself this much.You knelt down beside him, your presence stirring him to awareness. “Idiot what are you doing pushing yourself so much” you whispered gently slapping his shoulder. He blinked a few times trying to confirm you really were there. “Who really is the idiot- your hair is wet and you are sweaty all over.”

To nobody’s surprise, you both caught a cold. While Inseong felt bad you were sick, you were happy he was forced to take a break by his company. Spending your time together cuddling, reading magazines, ordering takeout (that you couldn’t really eat because you lost appetite) and chatting about anything and everything. Listening to him talk was always interesting, he was so well-versed in many things, but together you were just idiots in love.

“Hey, Y/n are you listening? Do you still feel cold?”

Zuho(Juho)

Juho sent you a text out of the blue, to come to meet him at their practice room. He usually didn’t text you during the day, so you were beyond surprised. You started walking to the appointed place, it was a 20-minute walk which would be fine on any other day. Halfway into your stroll, you were caught by a sudden downpour. Without an umbrella, and past the point of returning for one, you dashed towards the building which held your boyfriend's practice studio. Slightly embarrassed by your soaking figure, you made way to the basement searching for practice room B4, making little puddles every few steps. You heard the music and their feet clacking against the wooden surface, knowing they were in the middle of their routine you decided to wait outside. Once the music was paused, you entered the room with a shy smile on your face. All eyes were on you, all wide in shock but Juho’s, who’s crinkled into a frown. He paced towards you and gently grabbed you by the wrist pulling you out of the room. “Here use my towel, and take my jumper at least” he sighed “I wanted to see you, but I hope you won’t get sick.”

“Baek Juho” you spat between fits of blowing your nose “you jinxed it.” The only reply was a soft chuckle and a promise of nurturing you to health. He searched for different home remedies on his phone and insisted that you try all of them. Insists that kisses will help you recover, and uses any excuse to cuddle into you. “You’ll catch it too” you groaned. “Not if I kiss your forehead- or your cheek- or your neck- or your shoulder” he replied planting kisses. Rolling your eyes you accepted his affection and wrapped your arms around his waist resting your head against his chest, listening to every breath and every beat of his heart. Juho smiled and tapped his fingers up and down your back, you knew he’d tease you once you felt better.

“Y/n-ah, please check the weather next time..”

Rowoon(Seokwoo)

You wanted to surprise your boyfriend and his group mates with a lunch you made. As you wrapped up your carefully prepared food, you cast nervous glances out the window. The weather was still dry but clouds pooled into dark splotches. Nevertheless, the forecast claimed there will be no rain today and the studio was a short walk. With everything packed, you set out with a chirp to your step just imagining their happy faces. Thoughts of their hard work before their comeback kept you busy, failing to take notice of the drizzle that began to fall. It’s just a drizzle, it should be fine, or so you thought. By the time you reached the 10 story building, your hair was completely wet and so was most of your clothes. You cursed the fact you deemed the umbrella unnecessary and the fact that the heavy package made it impossible to quicken your pace. Clawing the door open with one hand, you unsteadily stepped into the practice room. Seokwoo saw your state in the mirror and quickly rushed out of his position to help you. The music was paused by Taeyang, and Seokwoo cast a curious glance between your wet state and large bag you held and quickly helped you with it. “Y/N-ah,  you should text me, did you carry this all the way here?” You shot him a cheerful glance “It wouldn’t be a surprise that way.”

The warm atmosphere of that day, unfortunately for you turned into a cold. Sending him a quick text explaining you can’t meet up because of your cold, you dozed off with a wet rag on your head. You were woken from your nap with a brisk knocking on your door, scrambling around to open it you found your tall boyfriend greeting you. He was a sight to behold- equipped with gloves and a facemask holding two bags. You burst into laughter at his heedful appearance, he wrapped you in a quick hug, then guided you back to bed. Seokwoo gathered all the scattered tissues and threw them in a bin. Replacing your cloth, he gave you a hot water bottle, medicine, and your favorite snack. “I can’t get sick because of my schedules, but I’m more than happy to get you anything you need” he sighed at his helplessness. “It’s more than enough, thank you Seokwoo,” you replied quietly.

“Get some rest baby, I’ll watch over you, so sleep comfortably.”

Jaeyoon

You had a runny nose all week and wished that the cold would just hit you already and you could get over it. As a side effect, you avoided Jaeyoon, not wanting him to catch whatever-this-was. Jaeyoon, on the other hand, was texting you more than usual. Most of his messages included “I miss you” or a pouting selfie, he was trying anything to convince you to hang out. You explained countless of times that you are coming down with a cold, and didn’t want him to catch it. But he prevailed coaxing you like a child to meet him. Unable to refuse the man you loved, you jogged over to their dance studio. You were mildly sweaty, but it didn’t make you stand out at the studio where being sweaty is a given. You entered the usual practice room and found everyone but Jaeyoon. You questioned his whereabouts and the surprised boys filled you in. Jaeyoon is stuck at the dorm. With a cold. You smirk at the irony. Jaeyoon didn’t want to worry you, and didn’t let you know, but was restless to the point of flooding your inbox with messages. You borrowed Youngbin’s keys and dashed over to their dorm.

You made an herbal tea for the both of you and snuggled into the blanket burrito. While checking his temperature you checked your own, and it was going up. Jaeyoon was immaturely grinning at you “So, I guess we can spend some days together. What do you want to marathon?” You chuckled at the purity of your boyfriend, he made a good situation out of this. You took turns taking care of yourselves; massages, forehead kisses, changing wet rags, making more tea and the list went on. Saying you both were thrilled to be sick together, is an understatement. The members found you both tangled in each other's arms, asleep, warming each other up.

“Mmm you’re so warm, I’m glad you’re here with me.”

Dawon (Sanghyuk)

You have plotted revenge against Sanghyuk for the past week. His attitude towards you has gotten too confident, doing things just to make you blush and snap a picture of your face. Oblivious to the war he started, you knew Sanghyuk was practicing with his members till late (Chani was your partner in crime keeping tabs on him.) You snuck into their practice building, two water guns loaded at your side under your inconspicuous jacket. You were about to enter the practice room until you heard a low murmur behind you. Before you managed to turn to face him, Sanghyuk grabbed one of your water guns and attacked the back of your head. You attempted to fight back shooting with the other, but hitting a passing trainee. Sanghyuk cackled, his eyes morphing into perfect crescent shapes. You felt the heat flush your face, and you ran home muttering apologies to the trainee as you passed by.

Sanghyuk expected you’d get sick, and visited you a few days after the incident. He knocked on your door, hands up in the air, a shopping bag hanging off his left. “Truce for today baby, I know you’re sick” Sanghyuk pleaded through the door. (Activate caring boyfriend Sanghyuk™). Would do all those things he did prior just to make you blush, but in a gentle caring way. Would be up for cuddles not being worried about being sick, he would do his best to make you laugh, or smile at least. Makes sure you are warm, and taking your medicine, purses his lips together at you if you say you don’t have an appetite. “Maybe attacking me with water in the middle of Fall wasn’t the greatest idea” he whispers teasingly. “I wanted to cool your confident attitude” you replied with a grin. At this he flushed, you were just so cute he couldn’t help but tease you.

“A-anyway you should take your medicine now, Y/N-ah.”

Taeyang

Knowing your boyfriend was busy preparing for a comeback with his group, you didn’t see each other often. He needed all the rest he could get, after all those hours of dancing and singing. You sent each other daily texts, filling each other on how your day was. Usually, you sent your text first, and he would reply at late hours of the night. Today, however, he texts you earlier, before you even got home. His text was short and simple;

From: Taeyang♡

Hun, I miss you :( come to the studio, let’s dance~ ^3^

Reluctantly, you made your way to the basement of the 10 story building. You couldn’t deny missing him, but you worried about him. The second you opened the door, he ran happily towards you wrapping you in a sweaty hug (not that you cared). “I’m so glad to see you, I suddenly have so much energy” he sprang around in joy, pulling you into the center “let’s warm up.” You spent the rest of the day dancing (he worked up a duette dance for you because he is a sucker for cute couple things) and gave you a teaser to the song and dance they’ve been preparing. Time flew so quickly while you were together, you cursed this as you ran out of the studio, covered in sweat close to midnight, aware that you had an appointment in 9 hours.

A week later, you came down with a cold. You faced a huge dilemma whether or not to tell Taeyang; on one hand, you knew they just started their comeback and were busy, on the other you knew he’d be mad that you didn’t let him know. With a sigh, you decided against telling him, and to your dismay realized you had no medicine. Wrapping yourself up in a thick coat, puffy scarf, and a beanie, you headed out to the nearest store. While browsing the shelves for snacks (equally as important as medicine), your stomach sank when realized you didn’t check your social media. You heard a few excited whispers and screams, as Hwiyoung, Chani and Inseong walked into the store. You ducked in the snack aisle, hoping they wouldn’t recognize you. Risking a peak, Chani instantly caught your eyes, recognizing you and slipping away to approach you. His grin-filled “hey” quickly disappeared when he noticed your red nose. “Please don’t tell Taeyang, you guys are too busy,” you whisper-begged. He only frowned and shot you a wink before he left your side. Near the evening you got a panicked knock on your door, Taeyang appeared, more concerned than mad. “Tell me next time” he whined, ruffling your hair. He definitely felt guilty for keeping you at the studio till late, for not being able to be there for you as much as he wanted, and for not being a reliable enough boyfriend you could confide in (which you instantly countered, knowing he’d feel this way). He would do his best to support you and visit you daily, even if for a short time. You would be the one to ban him from close contact, prioritizing his schedules (otherwise he’d hug you all the time)

“Y/N-ah, one hug won’t make me sick”

Hwiyoung(Youngkyun)

You had a date with your adorable boyfriend Youngkyun, which meant both of you were quite wrapped up in clothing. Hats, facemasks and your scarf (which barely passed since it was the end of summer).  You decided to share a chocolate strawberry sundae, served with hot strawberry sauce. You fed each other bites between your conversations, despite attempting to hide your faces you could feel each other’s feelings radiating through those stares. Today, Youngkyun had to leave early because of a schedule he had. He pecked your cheek, put on his face mask and got up to pay, leaving you to finish your sundae in your own time. Lost in thought, recalling Youngkyuns deep brown eyes, you stared off into the distance until the waiter raised his voice. “Excuse me, but the man that just left, he forgot his wallet at the register” he spoke, holding the wallet out to you. Your eyes shot open wide, you knew Youngkyun had to purchase food for his teammates, as punishment for losing a game. You grabbed the wallet thanking the waiter and dashed out the door, hoping he didn’t reach the company building, it was the last place you could reach him. Running covered in your hat and scarf made your head sweat more than appreciated but you managed to detect him just before he reached the large glass door.  “Youngkyun!!” you shouted, out of breath, “your… wallet.”  He was concerned about you but was unable to reveal it in front of the gathered fans. He thanked you as if you were just a fan.

He called you on the same day, questioning if you returned home safe, if you warmed up, and to let him know if you got sick. So it didn’t surprise you that he was at your door within minutes once you called him you were sick. At first, he was a bit stiff, unsure of what he should do. On one hand, he wanted to help you but on the other, he knew he couldn’t get sick. You giggled at that, explaining he doesn’t need to do anything and that it is just a cold. But Youngkyun was a bit stubborn when it came to you, and set his mind on helping you somehow. You asked him to bring you some snacks and a hot chocolate, to which his eyes lit up as if he gained a new sense of direction. He would offer to run around doing errands for you and blow you kisses because he couldn’t kiss you. (He’s such an adorable puppy-like boy) He would leave you cute voice messages asking if you ate and how you felt, for all the times he couldn’t be with you.

“Hey *kissy noises* did you eat yet? It’s important you know- ah is your temperature down?”

Chani

You were out shopping for small ‘couple’ items, like bracelets or small pendants. Chani, as much as he hated admitting it, loved matching things with you, but they couldn’t be big or flashy for multiple reasons. He would want to wear his half of every single day, but if it was too obvious it would spark the interest of fans, and he would get unnecessary comments from his hyungs. Both things Chani would rather avoid. The morning was foggy one filled with rainfall, you kept dry under your umbrella. You found a cute matching charm of two angels and instantly thought of Chani. After a second you chuckled, he could easily pass as more of a devil than an angel. Satisfied with your purchase you decided to visit your boyfriend, surprising him with the new gift. A quick media check told you they had no schedules, which meant he was almost 100% in the dance studio. The walk to the studio was peaceful, there were only a few people out and the majority of noise was drowned in the rain, excluding the occasional cars. The building slowly appeared into sight, your heart quickened its pace making you smile. Sudden splash from the road caught you off-guard, a car sped through a puddle leaving you drenched from head to toe. You dashed into the building, hoping you could dry off in there. When Chani saw you, he couldn’t believe you. “How can you still get so wet with an umbrella?” he questioned in an amused tone, which darkened instantly when you explained what happened. “We are going to check the cameras” he growled in a low tone. He ignored your protests at first, but when he heard you sneeze, he attention snapped fully to you. “We need to get you dry first” he spoke firmly as he gestured you should follow him.

In the end, you forgot to give him the charm and caught a cold. You sent Chani a quick text, to which he replied with “I’ll visit you after practice- it will be late. Keep warm and rest”. He was trying to be cool, but you knew he was worried and you hoped he wouldn’t make too many mistakes because of you. You ended up falling asleep thinking of him. “Hey, did you eat?” his voice woke you and surprised you, “don’t tell me you really just slept all this time.” You glanced at your phone, it was 11p.m and you had about 20 missed calls and messages. “Ye-eah” you answered sheepishly. He quickly shuffled from his spot to the kitchen and brought you some simple sandwiches, hot chocolate and the medicine you forgot to take. After you ate, Chani shuffled in under the covers behind you, pulling your back into his chest. Normally he was shy about taking action with you, but with you sick, he felt more protective. He gently massaged you while keeping you warm. “Ah, Chani~ I forgot to give this to you,” you said proudly producing one of the two angel charms, pointing to your own attached to your phone. He grinned at it and wrapped you in a tight hug.

“Thank you Y/N-ah, I can stay with you till you fall asleep again”

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[rowan-catsandcoffee]

Hello~ Can you please do a one shot where the reader accidentally dents one of Saeyoung’s cars? Thank you if you do!

Whoops!  I wrote this in third person first and went back through to edit it.

I hope you like it!  Also @madamotome this is the requests I was talking about the other day.

“This mission couldn’t be trusted to anyone else.  I’m depending on you two, otherwise you know what consequences await us.”  You give the pep talk while watching Saeran and Vanderwood from across the room, both of them at their own workstation, their hands moving quickly across the board.  

“Alright get ready MC, you should have a clear line in 5-4-3-”  Vanderwood holds up his hand to finish his counting as you pull the number up on your phone.  Only hitting call when the coast was clear.  A few rings before a familiar baritone picks up.

“It’s nice to hear from you MC, may I ask why you’re calling?”  Jumin said with such warmth that it you can’t help feeling a small spark of hope in this plan.

“I was…. I was hoping I could get a loan.  I will pay you back of course!  We could talk about a contract and do anything necessary, but we must keep it secret from Saeyoung.”

“Ah, that would explain why you’re asking of a loan from me.  How much do you need?  What is it for?”

“Well… you see…”  you stumble, you had played this conversation out in your head, even so you feel the anxiety of being possibly over heard by him.  But the line was secure so- “I was in a slight, teeny tiny, accident-”

“Are you injured?  I can assist you in seeing a doctor, that is no problem, please tell me your location.”  Jumin’s voice rose in agitation, there was some rustling on the line, giving you the impression of Jumin, a man on a mission, much like the ones you had given to Vanderwood and Saeran but not exactly.  

“I’m fine!  No, the problem isn’t me, it’s the car I was driving.  One of Saeyoung’s cars.  I just need to take it in and get it fixed before he finds out.”  You hurry your explanation, trying to calm him down.  The line goes quiet, and the thought that he would give you the loan wavers.  Was he going to turn you down?  Was he upset that you misspoke and he had thought you were injured?  Did the call drop?!  “Jumin?”

“Why don’t you just tell him the truth MC?  I’m sure he will forgive you and be as relieved as I am that you are alright.”  He states as matter of factly.

“Do you really think, Saeyoung, aka Seven, would just let something like that go?  Jumin, this is one of Saeyoung’s cars!  His babies!  He would never trust me again, and he would mourn openly about it, even if it’s just a small dent!”

Vanderwood raises his voice, “Saeyoung is attempting to check your phone.”

“Jumin please- please please please!  I wouldn’t be asking if this wasn’t an emergency.  It’s not just for me, but for everyone else who lives here too.  Please don’t make us go through this.”

“… very well.  Meet me at the C&R parking lot, third level, in one hour, bring the car and we’ll see about getting it fixed.”  With that Jumin hung up the phone.  You nod to Vanderwood just in time to get a text from Saeyoung, ‘is your phone okay?’

‘Yeah, why?’  You respond, the message was calm; unlike the panic you show clear as day on your face, and how you bounce nervously.  

It was a few moments before you got a response from him.  ‘Huh, it seems fine now, nevermind.’  

You turn to Vanderwood and Saeran, “okay, so I’m going to meet Jumin, we’re gonna try to get it fixed, and Saeyoung will be none the wiser.  Can you two cover me while I’m out?  Tell Saeyoung I stepped out to grab…something I’d prefer to go alone to get, anything embarrassing.”  You grab your wallet and hurry down to the garage to brave the car you had recently damaged.

—

The drive was solemn.  Even Saeyoung’s road trip mix couldn’t lift your spirits.  Your stomach was tight at the thought of the lie you were weaving to keep Saeyoung from finding out the truth.  How you had been distracted by a bird, and it wasn’t a large dent, but it was noticeable.  He would be upset, dramatic, maybe even break out his widow’s costume and mourn the car.  Or worse, he would become extra protective of you, possibly blame himself for not driving or escorting you.  Neither scenario sat right with you.

Jumin was standing there waiting for you when you pull up.  Parking the car you get out and approach him, “thank you again!  You’re such a life saver!  I’ll pay you back as soon as I’m able to without Saeyoung realizing it.  Or we could say I lost a bet to you.”

You hear the sound of another car door opening.  Yet there hadn’t been the sound of another car driving up, but the person could’ve been sitting in the car prior.  You turn your head to see who it was, expecting a C&R employee, you were not expecting to see Saeyoung half crawling out of the floor space for the back seats from the car you just drove.  “Saeyoung!  What are you doing?!”  Rushing back you help him get upright.  

“I got a message from Jumin that you were in an accident and trying to hide it from me.”  Saeyoung pouts, tenderly caressing your cheek.  “Why would you hide that from me?”  Saeyoung brushes his hand along your jaw, down your neck, over your shoulder.  It felt good to feel his rough hands softly touching you until he hit the bruise on your shoulder from the seatbelt, eliciting a wince as the sharp pain shot through you.  “You are hurt!”

“It’s nothing, just a bruise, your car though… it suffered more.”  You point out the bumper.  “I came here cause I thought Jumin was going to help me fix it.”

“I did.  Now if you two excuse me, I have work to do.”  Jumin gives you a small smile before heading back into the building leaving the two of you alone.

“Yea yea there’s a dent.  My baby is stronger than that, and it’s an easy fix.  However…”  Saeyoung tugs at the neckline of your shirt to show the bruise more, “that’s pretty dark.  Have you iced it at all?”  You shake your head, there hadn’t been time when you were in a state of the emergency.  “Well let’s get you home and get that taken cared of asap!”  He starts herding you back towards the passenger door, softly bumping against you.

“But wait!  Aren’t you upset?  Aren’t you angry?  Are you- are you okay?”  You stare wide eyed at him, trying to match where in all the possible endings you created this aligned.  

“Of course I’m not okay!  My love is hurt, and tried to hide it from me instead of letting me take care of them.”  Saeyoung exclaims, pressing a hand to his chest.  “But-” he deflates as he reached out to touch your face again, “-I’m happy that you’re not severely injured.”

“Thank you Saeyoung.”  You press your hand over his.

“However,” he gives you his scary smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes, “I would love to know how you hid your call to Jumin from me.”

“Oh that… lucky I guess.”  You rush into the passenger seat, trying to think of ways to cover up Vanderwood and Saeran’s involvement.  

(I would also like to apologize for letting this request sit in my inbox for so long, I’m working on being better about this, and now the inbox for this blog is empty)

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?? - Akira, drunk texts are funny texts

OOC: Hello and good day, Summer! I hope that you’re well, and that your day is progressing smoothly so far!

Specific and to-the-point. I adore asks like this. Very well! A drunk Akira coming right up! Cheers, Summer! ☕

Be-be-beep.

A groan slipped its way past your lips, your eyes cracking open to point a groggy glower on your phone as it lit up, vibrating as your text tune began to play.

An annoyed huff left you as you reached for your phone, pointing a tired stare on the time that blinked back at you on the small, glowing screen. 2:45 A.M.

It was with an exaggerated eye-roll that you brought up your instant messaging chat service, pausing to stare at the sender of the message.

You have 1 new message from Akira Kurusu.

You clicked on the blinking inbox, silently reading the message.

“Baaaaabe~.”

Be-be-beep.

“Where r u rite now~? Sleeping?”

Is he drunk? you thought, slightly more wide awake now. Only slightly, though. You were still annoyed at your live-in boyfriend for agreeing to go out on the town with Arsène, of all demons, and texting you at such an ungodly hour in the morning…

That in itself couldn’t have been anything good, and you made a mental note to scold Akira later on. After you helped him with however mild of a hangover he had right now, of course.

You trusted Arsène enough to keep an eye on Akira, to keep him out of trouble, and to avoid ending up doing anything reckless. 

The telltale be-be-beep broke you from your quiet musings, flicking a stare back on the phone’s screen.

“I’m so horny.”

You felt your cheeks grow hot, and you swallowed a thick gulp. 

“Baaaaaby~ You there? Don’t ignore me!”

Finally, you willed your fingers to move, punching in a quick, to-the-point message, sending it no sooner had you typed it.

“Akira, are you drunk?”

“There yooou are, my angel~!”

Yes. He’s definitely drunk as a skunk. you thought, pursing your lips at the idea of having to deal with Akira’s intoxicated shenanigans.

You also made a mental note to add Arsène to your scolding list.

“How much did you drink?”

“Um… A lot?”

You breathed a sigh and, rolling your eyes again, you sent another message. You watched as it popped up beneath Akira’s message, clicking your tongue to silently convey your vexed state.

“Where’s Arsène?”

“Dunno. Lost him in the crowd outside.”

There was a pause before Akira sent another message.

“Went off with two women.”

“What?! I asked him to keep an eye on you, not screw around!”

“Aww, why? I can’t look after myself!”

“You mean you can look after yourself?”

“That’s what I said, Treasure.”

“Where are you? Stay there. I’ll come pick you up.”

There was no response.

Frowning, you punched in a message.

“Akira? …Akira! Are you there? What happened? Say something!”

At last, there was a notification of ‘Akira Kurusu is typing’, and you breathed a sigh of relief. However, the contents of the message caused a chill to go up and down your spine.

“Hey. This is Eira. Your idiot boyfriend is here, out cold on the floor. I’m dropping his inebriated ass off at your place, but I’ll need help carrying him inside.”

There was a pause before Akira’s boss sent you another message, followed quickly by another.

“I swear to Christ, I will smack Arsène in a way he won’t appreciate for this.”

“Anyway, get the necessities ready. Ren’s helping me carrying him to the car, so we’ll be there shortly. See you in a bit.”

[simply-wins-little-sis]

Phone Call Away

Request: Hello!!! So I was wondering if you could do a little sister winchester fic where the sister is having a bad day in terms of depression and Sam is at college so she calls dean who's on a hunt because she's afraid of what she might do to herself...if that's too dark I understand if you don't want to! Anyways I love your writing! Sorry for the long message!

A/N: Hello there love! Thank you for this daring request! I know this isn’t exactly like what you and requested, but I thought it was interesting to play around with the phone call concept, and the whole Sam off at college! If you dislike it, let me know and I will totally write you something new, or edit this one to make it the way you want it! I love you, and to all my boos ALWAYS KEEP FIGHTING! My inbox and PMs are always open, and I am relatively active so please feel free to talk to me about anything you need too, or if you just want to vent!

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WARNING THIS CONTENT COULD BE TRIGGERING SO PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION IF YOU STRUGGLE WITH SELF HARM/SUICIDAL THOUGHTS/ DEPRESSION!

Also by no means am I implying all depression leads to suicide or self harm I am truly going with what I found the nature of the request to be! Everyone struggles differently, and I am so so so proud of you all for making it this far! Keep it up! You can do it!

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“Y/N!” a brother screamed. Tears rushing down his cheeks, wanting nothing more but to somehow heal you.

“D-D-Dean,” you sputtered out, just as the impala’s engine had sputtered out that horrific noise early that morning.

“Baby girl hold on, hold on,” he cried, gripping you in his lap, trying to reach for the phone all at once. His fingers moved over the screen of the phone, hoping to somehow type in the unfamiliar number of his lost brother without looking. His cheeks were red, tears scarring them with a new-found color that shaded the skin even more.

Fumbling and holding onto his baby sister’s, your, form he finally got the number correctly indented into the screen, and pressed the fold up to his ear.

A groan answered before a small and breathy “Hello”.

“Sammy, Sam, she’s, it’s my,” Dean spat as he spoke, trying not to choke on the air entering and exiting his throat at the same time.

“Dean? Slow down, what’s going on?” he still had the boyishly charming voice, even when in the confusion of a cold night.

“Sam, it’s our little sister,” he cried out, “Its Y/N”.

With a panic lacing over the conversation, and agreement to meet at the nearest hospital to Dean was made. A soft sense of comfort was felt, knowing the two would be at the same place once again.

Dean gripped your unsteady form, and drove you to the nearest hospital. Workers and unfamiliar hands gripped your bloodied wrists, and a latex filled the nostrils of your unconscious form. Your brother followed the stretcher that held your small body. He pushed past many of the same arms that tried holding him back, stating they needed room to work.

You were his responsibility, it was always known he was to look out for you. He had failed with Sam, and he was now off at some college, learning how to live some white-picketed fenced job and partying with alcohol instead of using it to clean wounds. He had now failed with you, letting a darkness fill your mind and create a hostile environment through your veins. He let your depression win.

  You had called him earlier that morning. He had left your fast food bagged breakfast on the hotel table. He had written the note as always, stating his location and that he would be back in two days. He planned on finishing a hunt, per his father’s orders, and then heading back to you.

The call had been crackled, and disoriented as you asked him to come back. Without an actual reason for return Dean continued on, not understanding that the demons that took shelter in your mind, the one tormenting his baby, his little sister, had conjured up another torture of sadness, and a feeling of an emptied vessel. With pure intention, he ignored your plead for his return, and he moved on down the road, promising to be home later that night instead of on a few days.

As he was gone, your mind played with you, and led you to the bathroom. You had not known things were as far along as they were. You wanted it to end, you were tired. Oh, so tired.

You found the razor blades, making thin lines appear red as you prayed, wishing Dean would have listened to you. Everything you had feared you would do seeped through your tears and onto the counter.

But the thoughts kept playing with your soul, and the thoughts of an absent father and two brothers made you feel w o r t h l e s s.

That’s when one line smeared into five, and then continued on. Soon you were on the floor, leaving all behind, when your eldest brother paced into the bathroom. He gripped your wrists, and pulled you into his lap.

This led to the current position of his stress, and a car holding a slightly younger, but just as mature, man flying down highways.

  Arriving at three in the morning, Sam rushed into the emergency room, watching the hustle and bustle flow throughout the hallways. He spotted his brother pacing outside a room, and just beyond his scruff form a smaller, but not as small as he remembered, girl laying in the bed. Her eyes shut, looking an eerie peaceful, almost as if this was not the peace she needed.

His eyes fill with tears identical to those that his brother had before. He moves in closer to his brother, Dean, who he hasn’t see in three years. He stands awkwardly, hoping the tears will dry so the new memory his brother will embed into his mind won’t be a distorted image of him crying. He’s grown now, and needs to pull through emotions in order to help with this, is baby sister laying on a hospital bed.

“Sammy,” a gruff, and broken voice calls out.

“It’s Sam,” he sighs, realizing this isn’t the time to correct a childhood habit.

“Right.”

“So, she, uh, was having a rough day?” Sam asked, trying to comprehend the sights and smells of the surrounding.

Dean looked at his younger brother. “No, she was having a horrible day and we weren’t there!” he whisper yelled, tears forming again.

“I mean, I couldn’t really be there,” Sam replied.

Dean looked at him, wide eyed, “Oh, you couldn’t huh?” his voice grew louder, “You couldn’t call in and check on the only beautiful thing in this world? You couldn’t call in and ask her how she was doing, or better yet ask her to come visit? You couldn’t be damn brother to the only important thing this chaos has given us?” Dean started, catching his sobs.

Sam looked to the corner of his vision, fighting the tears, “Damn it Sammy, or Sam, whoever the hell you are. You couldn’t be a damn brother to your own baby sister and when I call asking for you to help me watch her possibly die you come in saying you couldn’t get to her when you…we both…could have been there,” Dean placed his hands on his head, swaying to the other side.

"I’m saying-,” but Sam was cut off by a doctor.

“Excuse me? Are you the guardian of Y/N Winchester?” the man asked. His clean-cut garments suggested he had not touched their sister’s wrists.

Both nodded, and Dean stepped forward, leaving Sam slightly behind.

“Your sister is in a state of unconsciousness. She did not do severe damage to any veins or arteries. Both the loss of blood and amount of stress the body was trying to compensate for made her collapse. She will be under surveillance until she wakes up, you both are welcome to stay with her,” he smiled, and lightly touched the arm of Sam, “However, she may, and most likely will need to undergo treatment for-,” but Dean interrupted him.

“Thanks doc, we’ll talk about that later”. The doctor nodded, and headed off down the hall. “This discussion is not over,” Dean pointed towards Sam, and then entered the room his little sister laid in.

  Sam placed his head against the glassed window, and looked up to the ceiling. He was lost in thought until he felt a slight vibration in the pocket of his jeans. Hoping for an excuse to recede out of his own mind, he flipped open the small device.

“Hey babe,” he sighed, “She’s unconscious, but we may have bigger issues”.

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In the EasyMail app settings please select the “Integration” section

Click “Pin to Start Menu” to pin the tile to the start menu

In the Windows Start menu right click on the “EasyMail” tile

Select “Resize” and click on “Wide” or “Large”

Hint: You can also pin account tiles. Account tiles are also LiveTiles but there only previewing the mailbox of one account. In order to pin an account tile just click on “Pin account tile” in step 3.

EasyMail can show you the number of unread mails already on your lock screen. Therefore you have to add EasyMail to your lock screen via your Windows settings. To do so follow these steps:

Open the Windows “Start” menu and select “Settings”

In the Windows Settings select “Personalization” and then “lock screen”

Click on one of the “+” buttons below the “Choose apps to show quick status” section

Select “EasyMail” from the list

Alternatively you can open the Windows settings by clicking following link: ms-settings:lockscreen

Can EasyMail start directly into an account or to a service like the calendar?

You can directly navigate to your services (like calendar, notes, etc.) and your accounts. This can either be done using the JumpList or by the use of secondary tiles. To open the JumpList just right click the EasyMail icon in the taskbar or the start menu.

Alternatively, you can pin secondary tiles to your Windows Start menu. Secondary tiles are kind of a shortcut directly to your services or accounts in EasyMail. To pin a secondary tile please follow these steps:

Start “EasyMail” and open the settings by clicking the icon in the bottom-left corner

In the EasyMail app settings please select the “Integration” section

Click “Pin service tile” and select the service which you want to add

Hint: If you want to add an shortcut to one of your mail accounts just click on “Pin account tile” in step 3 instead. Account tiles have the additional advantage that they can show you a preview of the account inbox via its LiveTile functionality.

You can use your purchases on up to 10 Windows devices. However, your licenses are bound to your Microsoft account. This means you must be logged in with the same Microsoft account on every device where you want to use the license.

No. Your licenses are bound to your Microsoft account. This means EasyMail will recognize your license after a reinstall. However, you have to make sure that you are still logged in with the same Microsoft account into Windows.

Windows Hello is part of EasyMail Plus. What is Windows Hello?

Windows Hello is a more personal way to sign in to your Windows 10 devices with just a look or a touch. EasyMail Plus also supports Windows Hello. This allows you to protect the access to your mails with your Windows PIN, a fingerprint sensor or face detection. For further information please check following website:

https://support.microsoft.com/en-us/help/17215/windows-10-what-is-hello

I purchased the ad free version but now I see ads again. What is going on?

In very rare case it can happen that EasyMail may experiences problems with the activation of the app. This can happen when you are not logged in the Windows Store or if your Windows Store cache is corrupted.

Please make sure you are logged in the Windows Store. If this is the case please try to reset the cache of your Windows Store. This can easily be done with WSreset.exe. More info can be found here:

https://www.cnet.com/how-to/clear-the-store-cache-in-windows-10/

After the reset please restart the EasyMail app and click on the “Make Ad Free” button below the ad. This will reload the licenses and app activation should now succeed.

To logout from an account in EasyMail, please click on your avatar in the top-right corner. This will open a dropdown menu. Please click now on the “logout” button. This will log you out from all of your accounts in EasyMail.

Hint: Unfortunately, it is not possible to logout from one account only. If you want to stay in with some accounts, please follow the logout procedure written above. After the logout please just log in again with the accounts which should remain.

How do I disable autocorrect or spell checking in EasyMail?

Spell checking and autocorrect are global Windows 10 features. You can disable this feature in the Windows settings. To do so follow these steps:

Open the Windows “Start” menu and select “Settings”

In the Windows Settings select “Devices”

Choose “Typing” in the left pane

Under “Autocorrect misspelled words” set the toggle to “Off”

Hint: If you want to disable spell checking as well, set also the toggle under “Highlight misspelled words” in step 4 to “Off”

How can I change the language of the autocorrect function?

Spell checking and autocorrect are global Windows 10 features. To change the language of theses features you must add a second language to Windows itself. To do so follow these steps:

Open the Windows “Start” menu and select “Settings”

In the Windows Settings select “Time & Language”

Choose “Region & Language” in the left pane

Click “Add a language” and select the language you want to have

Click on your old language and make sure it is still set as default (Windows display language). This is important as your new language is only for typing

Click on the new language and go to “Options”

Remove the keyboard and add the keyboard type of your PC

Now you can use the language selector (Microsoft call it ‘Input Indicator’) on the right-hand side of the Windows taskbar to switch between the language you want to type in (or use Windows Key + Space Bar to switch language instead). Spell check whilst typing in EasyMail and other Windows Store apps will be for the language you have selected in the taskbar.

The printing of attachments is currently not directly supported by EasyMail. To print an attachment, please download the attachment. After download completion open the file. Here you will be able to print it.

You can change your signature via the Gmail settings. For more information see the following link:

http://www.wikihow.com/Add-a-Signature-to-a-Gmail-Account

You can uninstall EasyMail the same way as all other Windows Store apps.

Just right click on the entry of EasyMail in the start menu and select uninstall.

For further information please check following website:

http://www.pcworld.com/article/2954296/windows/how-to-uninstall-programs-and-apps-in-windows-10.html

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RFA + Saeran w/ an MC whose background/past image puts her in a problematic situation in the future

@juminsmcmysticmessenger asked: “maybe one with a lot of Angst! Ofc if you want! A mc who gets bullied because of her image? Via internet, people outside and at work?” 

I kind of broadened your request to give myself some more creative freedom. I felt that bullying kind of didn’t allow me to have variety from one character to the next so I hope you dont mind! You asked for angst and that’s exactly what I’m giving you :D You’ll notice that it just gets more angsty after each character ^^

Again, it’s a long headcanon (b/c personally I prefer long ones)

Yoosung

You never told Yoosung that you also once upon a time attended Sky University before him

You always hated to admit that you were that one perfect student in all the dramas on TV.

You were in your third year of your computer science major when it happened

A family incident occurred and you no longer had the drive to study

You disappeared from all your competitions that fall semester and never showed up back on campus.

The next thing everyone knew was that you had officially withdrawn from the University

Overall, there was resentment and animosity directed toward you then and now

That day you visited yoosung for lunch

Some girls who recognized you  followed you back to the parking garage and cornered you when you were going to leave

They didn’t get physical but they threatened you

“Does Yoosung know who you really are? Huh?”

“You know we lost everything because you never showed up to the competitions”

“We were almost kicked out of our majors because you!”

You just wanted to get in your car and leave.

They threatened to get Yoosung kicked out of the university in revenge against you. And they threatened to reveal who you were to the entire school

After all, you were the school’s greatest embarrassment

One of the girls had connections so the threat was not an empty one.

Yoosung insisted on you having lunch with him everyday and you reluctantly went

But the threats haunted you every time you came to campus

Each visit, Yoosung noticed that you were more anxious than before

“Jagi, what’s wrong? Is something bothering you?”

You shrugged it off as just something from work that was bugging you.

But you couldn’t hide it because the next day that you visited, those girls who threatened you approached you while you were having lunch with yoosung

“We told you not to come back. All I have to do is call my dad and I’ll have Yoosung kicked out too”

Yoosung was so confused but he was quick to defend you although he didn’t know the context behind the threats.

And then a broadcast appeared on all the TV screens

Your face was everywhere now. You were reliving your worst moments in front of Yoosung

Yoosung was wide eyed and he looked at you in disbelief. Somewhat hurt too that you never told him about this

You were drowned in shame and couldn’t face Yoosung

The last thing you said was “It’s not a crime to abandon my school. But I deserve this punishment…for not being there for my parents when they died while I competed.”

Pulling your hoodie over your head and covering up you ran away from campus all the way to the park you and Yoosung frequent.

Meanwhile at the University, Yoosung was dealing with things

He was utterly disgusted at the girls who would do that to you.

Disgusted that they couldn’t let go of the past.

If it weren’t for the fact that they were girls, Yoosung would have actually hurt them badly.

He basically towered over the girls and breathed down on the one girl who claimed her dad could get him kicked out

“Tell your dad he doesn’t need to kick me out. I’ll drop out myself. I don’t want to be a part of this kind of school”

Then he chased after you and comforted you once he found you by the river.

You let it all out. All the built up rage, guilt, and anguish.

And yoosung held you in his arms until you finally felt free of your burden.

A week later Yoosung told you he dropped out too much to your dismay

He didn’t want to go to a school all they didn’t care about emotions and expected everyone to be robots

Jumin

You never imagined that your school days would catch up to you.

You committed some awful mistakes but you assumed your errors would stay in the past.

You never told Jumin that you were a bully back in high school.

You were the kind of bully that insisted on making every day a hell for somebody. 

So much so that you almost drove a girl to suicide. After that, you left behind your violent days.

You transferred schools and lived life quietly.

And 10 years later, here you were at Jumin’s side as his wife and economic advisor. You completely changed from who you were

It ran all too smoothly until now

The girl who was driven to almost suicide grew up to be a famous reporter

That girl hadn’t seen you since you transferred schools

She was in charge of covering a story about C&R which in truth, was a great report.

However, she took the opportunity to add on some information about you in the report

But then she claimed on public television that you were a fraud. That you nothing more than a gold digger and power hungry

You were watching it while you were in the lounge resting

Your heart was racing and your eyes began to water but when you heard the lounge door open you quickly wiped your eyes and acted as though nothing happened.

It was Jumin and he had also watched the report.

He embraced you so tightly assuring you that nothing will happen to you

He had been through so many scandals already he was sure that he would get through this one with you easily.

He thought wrong.

At home, you and Jumin were on social media like usual every night.

But on every single site, you and that girl were trending.

She even tweeted out photos of newspaper articles of the incident revolving around you and her suicide attempt

Your past was catching up to you and many of that girl’s followers sent awful messages

Jumin hadn’t seen what was trending yet as he was in the bathroom

Meanwhile you were in the beginnings of a breakdown.

Reading messages saying the Jumin should divorce you, you became anxious.

Your were shaking and cried out at you threw your phone

it ended up hitting the fish tank and cracking the glass.

Jumin freaked out and ran out of the bathroom at the sound of smashed glass

Then he noticed you crying on the bed

You told him to open up twitter and see what was trending

He was about to call his lawyer to sue the girl for defamation and well anything else he could

“No I’ll take care of it by myself. This is a personal matter and I’d like to get this cleared up as quietly as possible”

Jumin got you a new phone and everyday you kept up with the hate messages

They got worse every single day and you became a crying mess in the shower every night.

Jumin kept telling you to ignore it but he never told you to suppress your emotions

Jumin would accompany you even though he got soaked each time.

Gradually you were falling into anxiety and maybe mild depression after two weeks

He asked again if you were sure that you didn’t want him to file a lawsuit but you denied.

He gave you strength to face every day and the hate messages that filled your inbox.

You messaged the reporter girl and asked her to please be the better woman here.

The bullying didn’t stop though and you blew up

You cursed at her through messages. You used the most profane language that you’ve ever used in your life.

And that’s where things escalated out of control. It now became the company’s duty to cover up this scandal.

Jumin had to take over and filed a lawsuit that of course he won

You were unable to attend any of the court hearings because psychologically you were a mess

And damage had already been done to the company’s reputation

After the storms rage ended, Jumin took time off from work despite protests

A lot of workers under Jumin wanted you to be fired but one look at the Ceo-in-line and they kept their thoughts to themselves

Jumin knew you had gone through something way too rough and he made sure absolutely no one came to harm you

Zen

It all happened so out of the blue

Old neighbors from where you lived as a teenager created a video on youtube that ranted to everyone how you grew up to be such a snob by dating Zen.

It went viral

You never told anyone in the RFA that you were from a very very low income neighborhood

You thought that it wasn’t something relevant anymore

You really tried to progress and successfully did so

You proved that your background had done nothing but motivate you

But your old neighbors clearly didn’t know you studied abroad to move up in social status

They kept claiming that you were only with Zen so that you could leave poverty and the ghetto

You didn’t just spend 4 years in Japan to let your efforts get overshadowed by your previous social status

You took it fairly lightly and told Zen about the video

“Those assholes are gonna know what’s good for the God dammit. Tell me where they live, MC”. Zen was furious

Even though he didn’t know who you were in the past, he didn’t care for it at all because you made a new image for yourself

You’re a coordinator for the RFA

You’re a translator for a famous publisher

You tell him you’re fine

The days afterward were when the nasty comments started to appear.

The comments were directed both at you and Zen

The ones directed at you were harsher than Zen’s

You were tough and didn’t let the comments bother you

You’ve already learned that you don’t need to justify yourself for something you know isn’t true

it was the fact that Zen was receiving hate and bad news coverage that got to you

You felt so guilty

Paparazzi followed you more closely asking bizarre questions

They were invading your life so much that Zen had to take it upon himself to protect you from the public eye

When the paparazzi swarmed your home (you lived with zen), he would make sure that no one got close to you

But one day it was just too much for Zen and he hurt one of the paparazzi.

His agency had to make a public statement about Zen’s behavior

Basically your image turned into that of a bad influence on Zen.

The only places you were safe from any harassment was your home.

You rationally kept thinking of ways to fix all this

And you know that was a lie.

This whole situation kept chewing at you even at night.

In your sleep you weeped and it broke his heart. Zen wanted to take some blame but you never let him.

You only told him that comforting you was the best thing he could do.

And one day, verbal bullying from the public turned physical.

Cameras swarmed you and they pushed you against your car. There was so much going on that even your head got hit by a camera since they had no sense of personal space

You were actually hurt from what they did to you but luckily a fellow colleague defended you and made the paparazzi go away.

It wasn’t until you got home that blood started trickling down from your head and down your cheek. It was from an open wound when you were hit by a camera

That night he cleaned you up and well stayed with you when you took a bath. He wanted to be with you and comfort you every moment he could.

You admit, that even his company while you bathed was the best thing that happened to you that day

HE told you that things will get better for the both you you. He embraced you so lovingly and protectively

And well things led to the next and you two had a really heated make out session in the bathroom

The next day, Zen holds a press conference to express his disappointment in his fan base and the public

You were watching him from the sidelines until you took it upon yourself to speak at the microphone

You explained your background and how you studied abroad and moved up socially by yourself.

You reiterate that you’re with Zen because you love him and not for money or fame.

And since that day, the hate did die down. Of course there were some stragglers who still tried to instigate controversy on social media but it failed.

Warning after this point: drug use, sexual harassment, physical abuse, and implied rape. 

(The head canons get longer too after this point. Enjoy!)

Seven

Seven met you when you were in your darkest moments

You struggled with your parents deaths, your sister being murdered in front of you eyes, dropping out of high school, and ultimately, you falling into drug abuse.

The stars were always aligned against you

You were barely living on a day to day basis with your crummy salary

And on top of it, after paying necessary expenses, you bought drugs underground for cheap.

One day, there was a major drug bust and you were caught up in the mess. You managed to escape but only because you bumped into Seven.

You begged him to help you not get caught by the police despite your photo on a wanted list

Keep in mind, you met Seven when he was also struggling with his depression

He felt empathy for you and took you in to live with him at his bunker

You struggled with withdrawal symptoms and Seven helped you through it all.

He took care of you when you were nauseated and vomited, later collapsing in his bathroom because your body was really fighting withdrawal

Months passed and you two grew closer. You got to know his life story and you felt comfortable enough to tell him yours

And well a relationship was built from each other’s mutual darkness.

A year later, you both had overcome your struggles together and you had enough courage to ask Seven if he could clear your criminal record.

It was a selfish thing to ask but you knew he could do it.

But it risked his job

He loved you so much so he did it and cleaned your record

You just didn’t know how to repay him but all he said was that if you stayed with him, it would be enough

With a cleared record you were able to get your GED, attend medical school and five years later you became a general surgeon

Life was as amazing as it could be. You married Seven who now went by Saeyoung

You became one of the best surgeons at your hospital and Saeyoung had been promoted in his agency as a director

On your anniversary, you convinced Saeyoung to stop working at his computer and take a shower so that you could go out to celebrate

He left his computer open while he cleaned up and you read the email that was open

You gasped and covered your mouth as your eyes read every single word

It was a final notice saying that Saeyoung would be removed from his position because he was caught for having cleared your record

He already had charges against him for housing a felon.

They found your record in the end

You never knew your past would catch up to you and that Saeyoung would be the one paying the price

Next thing you know, there’s banging at the door and you hear multiple people yelling out “Director Choi!!”

You felt your body go cold and you slowly walked to the entrance but Saeyoung beat you to it.

His hair was still wet from showering and he punched in the code to open the door

As soon as it opens, the group of people grab him and handcuff him but you pull their hands off of Saeyoung.

You fall to your knees and beg for them to leave him alone.

“No please! He only did it because I asked so I’ll pay for my crimes instead! Please don’t ruin him, he doesn’t deserve it.”

Instead the group of men took you and Saeyoung to deal with this matter

In the end, Saeyoung was freed of all charges

You were charged with illegal drug abuse and distribution of the illicit drug.

You were found guilty of all charges but were let off on a six month probation considering that your record was especially clean prior to your crime.

You hoped life would remain normal.

But then you were fired from the hospital and that was your breaking point

Your employer found out about your record and did not cater to the idea of having a surgeon with a previous drug abuse record.

Since the day you were fired you held the pain in and never told Saeyoung.

You searched and applied for new jobs and returned at night without mentioning it at all

You never did find a job again because of your criminal record

But Saeyoung noticed when he had a day off and hoped to visit you at the hospital

He found out you had been fired 4 months ago.

Then his heart broke.

What had you been doing all this time?

Since it was late he knew you were home and ran back there.

When he came home, he found you in a corner in your bedroom.

And there was a small packet of  oxycodone in powder in front of you.

You were staring at the packet wondering if you should take it

But Saeyoung broke through your thoughts as he fell to his knees and embraced you so tight

“Don’t think about it, MC. You’re stronger than this.”

He took the packet and hid it in his pocket to throw away later.

“Saeyoung… I-I was fired. No one wants to hire a surgeon with a drug record…”

“No its not like that. You’ll get back on your feet. I’ll help you, I promise!”

You voice was so broken and you sounded monotone, and so void of life

“All they see is my record… I might as well be what they think I am, right?”

This time Saeyoung was the one who broke into tears and you followed right after, letting out everything you’ve held in

It hurt to know that everything you built up for so long crumbled so fast

“Stop crying, Saeyoung! I set myself up for this when I first started taking drugs anyway. It’s not your fault…”

Later that night you still had an urge to take the drug and desperately looked for it but Saeyoung had already thrown it out

He saw you looking for it and he was worried that you would relapse. 

And you ended up relapsing, but he still stayed with you and helped you rehabilitate

Just like when he first met you.

V/Jihyun:

V already knew you had an embarrassing image that you wanted to burn and keep in the past.

It was around a year after you two had become a couple that you showed him photos of a younger you modeling for erotic magazines

It was something you wanted to forget about but after all it is what got you through college.

You made some great money off and you never had a debt to pay after graduating college.

It was a small price in the short run that benefited you in the long run because now you’re a successful graphic designer (and V’s model ;D)

V sometimes wonders if you still feel exposed to hundreds of men and women who read this magazines

Since that day, he never pressured you and treated you delicately. He can’t imagine what it must have felt like to be so young doing such a thing

One day, V invites you to a photography convention

It’s literally such a cool event.

There’s photographs displayed everywhere

Photographers were taking pictures of everyone and showing how they turn simple photographs into amazing abstract works of art.

There were a bunch of cameras on display that people and you could see how ecstatic V was to use them. He brought his SD cards and any photos he took were saved

You were also having a great time with your boyfriend but when it started to get late, things took a turn for the worst

A lot of photographers suddenly recognized you

You had a feeling that none of their intentions were good-hearted.

And you were sure that out of the group of photographers, there were at least three registered sexual offenders

Some of them approach you but V assures you you’ll be okay

Seeing as your happiness and joy faded away, he knew that you weren’t enjoying the convention anymore.

However, one of the photographers came onto you and held you by your waist and pulled you right out of V’s arms

You tried to fight back but you felt so weak to your knees and cold

Your heart was racing like it was about to be ripped out of your chest

Right then and there in front of V, one of the photographers began to take off your jacket and whispered

“Maybe we should see if you still have the same body from those magazines, my lady”

V ripped him away from you immediately and punched him causing a commotion

The photographer fell to the ground and V pulled you away from the convention, holding you close.

Later at home, V feels so guilty and apologizes over and over again to you for taking you there

He didn’t want to bring up old memories, he just wanted to have fun with you at the convention

For the next few days he never let’s you leave his sight.

But after a week or so, he feels that nothing is going to happen to you

He let you walk to work on your own at last but that was a huge mistake

On your way to work, that photographer from the convention caught you and took you somewhere unknown against your will

HE had his camera ready to snap photos of your body for his own twisted purposes.

You were tied up to rope (the hung from the ceiling) by your wrists as you stood in the middle of a warehouse

He had the camera in one hand and began snapping photos just as he began removing your clothing one by one with his other hand

You screamed for help

You screamed for V

And that was just what the photographer wanted to capture. Your misery and fear in every photo along with every inch of your exposed body.

When tears fell down your cheeks, the photographer was pleased

All you had left was a tank top and panties when V came bursting in

HE beat the photographer unconscious and smashed his camera

You were his priority and he untied you

You fell into his arms, weak and almost lifeless

You were a crying mess and the sobbing never stopped for the rest of the day

Police arrived at the scene and took the unconscious photographer away while V took you home, wrapped in his jacket.

You couldn’t put on your clothes that was removed because it has been ripped and torn.

V called for Jumin to bring a car to his location and you cried on V’s lap the entire way home.

V had to carry you bridal style into the house because your legs had given out and drew a bath for you

And you stayed soaking in the tub until night fell without talking to anyone, not even V.

Saeran: (let me explain real quick b/c I feel this one isn’t as clear as the others. In her past, MC came from an abusive household and she developed trauma bonding. Basically forgives her abuser constantly. This predisposes her to repeat the same mistake in the future, thus a problematic situation with Saeran. By no means do I condone MC’s behavior though.)

Warning: Saeran is not a fluff ball. He’s actually very disturbed so don’t expect romance.

You grew up in a toxic and abusive household

You had grown accustomed to being pushed against walls, furniture, being beaten with kitchen instruments, and being pulled around by your hair

You always endured through it all and you were always convinced that one day it would stop

You wondered why you never ran away when you had the chance

You had grown up and at the age of 18, you were still taking beatings without fighting back

You were happy to finally cut you hair off when enlisted in the army right after graduation. Luckily you were never deployed so you stayed in the city.

One weekend you were out for a walk and met saeran. More like you helped seven tame a crazed Saeran.

At the time you didn’t know why Saeran was like that . You gradually became friends with the two and despite his anger issues and uncontrollable outbursts, you grew fond of Saeran

Even Seven was confused as to why you were growing attached to him

Maybe you pitied him? Maybe you wanted to care for him?

And no it was not that. While you lived in your old home, you developed something called trauma bonding.

That was why you never ran away from home.

You always forgave your parents for all they put you through anyway.

And now you were repeating the same mistake with Saeran

So now you were falling for Saeran because he was so violent. And just like with your parents, you were convinced that one day Saeran would change for the better

Seven tried to keep you from falling for Saeran because he knew his brother was a lost cause. He would never recover from his early years of trauma and his violence was his only coping mechanism.

When he was not violent, Saeran somehow grew attached to you too.

The poor kid never knew what is was to have someone around other than Seven and to not be abandoned.

Oh this was the start of another toxic relationship. It was just wrong from the get go

You were already predisposed to fall back into the cycle of abuse and Saeran was possessive of you. He never wanted you to leave him.

He didn’t want to be left alone again. Never.

Seven saw this relationship grow. And when you and Saeran moved in together, so many alarms went off in his head.

He knew you were in danger but he was so confused as to why you were so oblivious to such a blatant fact.

Life continued and you were blindly in love with Saeran. You were supportive of him through his therapy and coped with his verbal outbursts.

Seven was surprised to know that Saeran hadn’t gotten physical with you…yet

Oh but that changed soon enough.

One day he was home alone and he was losing his mind. He was building up rage because you weren’t there. He was angered that you left him alone.

You were just running late from work and when you came back, you were greeted with a vase smashing against the door.

Of course you were scared but you just approached Saeran and tried to calm him down like the first day you met him.

Things didn’t go your way and next thing you know, he tossed you against the floor and had you pinned down under him

“I-I’m going to…kill you next time you ab-abandon me”

His eyes and mouth were twitching and you were scared for you life when you felt his icy hands wrap tightly around your neck

You gasped for air but didn’t fight back.

This was just like when you were younger. You just took the abuse because you were so sure it would end one day.

You were losing consciousness the moment Seven walked through the door and found you pinned down.

He pushed saeran off of you but you’re already out cold.

Seven locked him in the basement until he calmed down and waited for you to gain consciousness again.

“MC, why do you still stay with him? You know he’s going to hurt you so much. I mean I know you’re a grown adult but this isn’t healthy…”

You turned away from Seven. Of course he wouldn’t understand you. He’d already given up on his brother

But you still had hope (it was delusional hope) that Saeran would one day be rehabilitated.

Seven, the therapists, and everyone with a logical mind knew that Saeran was better off in an asylum.

And so you told Seven to leave you and Saeran alone because “Saeran will be okay one day.”

The abuse never stopped. But you never stopped forgiving Saeran. You were utterly convinced that he would change

Despite the pattern always repeating.

Even after years of physical torment from your “lover”, you stayed with him.

He was as possessive as ever. At night Saeran held you so tightly that you could move. And in the mornings you’d wake up with marks around your abdomen from how tight he held you

And let’s just say every time you two had intimate moments, you had trouble recovering

As he grew more violent, you grew more forgiving and delusional.

You loved him with all your heart because pain was the only form of love you ever received and forgiveness was the only thing you knew how to give

[ma-sulevin]

Three Days, Three Nights

A fake dating AU. Chapter One: The Week Before.

Rating: T (for now)

Relationship: Cullen Rutherford/Asha Trevelyan

Summary: When Cullen has to go home to visit his family for a three day weekend, he's afraid that they're going to try and set him up... again. The Iron Bull suggests that Asha Trevelyan go with him and pretend to be his girlfriend, keeping Cullen's family happy and keeping Cullen free of their meddling.

Neither of them is really prepared for what that means.

Also on AO3.

“Any fun plans for the holiday weekend?”

Asha looks up when she hears Bull’s voice booming in from the hallway, but she can just see his dress shirt straining across his broad back. He’s talking to Cullen, then, and she turns her attention back to her computer screen. The cursor blinks in the blank word document, a silent judgment on the amount of work she’s done so far this morning.

Cullen’s reply is too quiet for her to hear, and she reaches for her coffee cup without looking at it before raising it to her lips.

It’s empty.

“Not looking forward to it, then?” Bull’s voice is too loud, distracting. Or perhaps that’s just her little headache begging for more coffee before she can write any more letters.

She stands and stretches out her shoulders before moving to push past Bull to go to the little break room down the hall. He moves just enough to more fully block her path, glancing over his shoulder to send her a little smirk.

“I bet the boss here would be able to help you with that,” he says, moving again so that Asha can see directly into Cullen’s office. He’s sitting at his desk, glasses perched on his nose and sleeves pushed up toward his elbows, a scowl and blush warring on his face.

Asha leans against her doorframe, holding her empty mug in both hands. “Are you having trouble with one of the kids, Cullen?” she asks, tilting her head to the side to study his expression.

He shakes his head at her, but it’s Bull who answers. “Cullen here has a perfectly good invitation for a weekend at his folks’, but he doesn’t want to go home alone.”

Cullen pulls his glasses off and rubs at his forehead, a heavy sigh making his shoulders sag.

“Wait--” Asha resists the impulse to rub her forehead in a sympathetic echo. “What’s wrong with going home alone?”

Cullen’s face is steadily reddening, and he glances from Asha to Bull and back before answering. “Last year, Rosalie invited one of her friends to be my date and didn’t tell me until she was there, and then she followed me around all day. She kept pinching my--pinching me.” Cullen corrects whatever it was he was starting to say with a little cough, and Asha shifts so she can hide her grin behind her hand.

And then Bull’s words come back to her. The boss here would be able to help you out with that. Her cheeks start to heat too, and she sees the moment that Bull realizes his plan is starting to work. She hates him for it, but only for a moment before her traitorous body is taking over for her brain.

“I could go with you,” she offers, making an effort to sound casual even as Cullen’s gaze snaps back to hers in surprise. “I’ll fight off any of your sister’s friends who try to make a move on you.” She grins and holds her breath.

She’s been wanting to spend more time with Cullen for months. And on a vacation--even one to hang out with his family--would be a good opportunity to see past Work Cullen and get to know the Real Cullen.

And it isn’t like she has plans otherwise. She was going to spend the three-day weekend getting rid of the last of the moving boxes still in her apartment, maybe paint her bedroom or have a movie marathon. Spending a few days with Cullen has the potential to be much more exciting.

Bull’s grin is starting to look smug. “See? It’s perfect. You go with Cullen, see how true Fereldans celebrate their Independence Day, and his sister leaves him alone. It’s a win-win.”

Asha turns her attention back to Cullen, who is now looking at Bull with a pleading expression. “How do you people celebrate it, anyway?”

Cullen heaves another sigh. “Eating. A lot. Fireworks. Swimming. Games.” He starts to shuffle papers around on his desk, indicating he’s done with the conversation.

Asha tries to picture Cullen hanging out with an annoying sister and a bunch of kids, eating pie and playing games, wearing swim trunks and splashing around in the water…

“That… doesn’t sound so bad,” she says, voice a little too dreamy. She’s definitely blushing now.

Cullen looks up at her, eyes still wide, and she shrugs. She’s committed to this now.

“Free food and fireworks? I think I could deal with that for a weekend.” Cullen is still staring at her, forehead furrowed, so she looks up at Bull’s shit-eating grin. She frowns and holds up her empty cup. “I just came out for coffee, not to make weekend plans.”

Finally, Bull steps out of her way, and she scurries down the hallway to the break room, Bull’s laughter following behind her.

She takes her time refilling her cup, doctoring her coffee with a little more care than strictly required, trying to give Bull time to go back to his desk to leave her and Cullen alone. Not only do they have work to get done--a little more than usual, given their vacations coming up--but she doesn’t want to have to look either of them in the face and pretend like she doesn’t think the idea of spending a three day weekend with Cullen is more appealing than it should be.

Bull is gone when she returns, and when she glances in Cullen’s office, he has his headphones in. He needs privacy, then, so she shuts her door behind her and settles back into her chair.

There’s an instant message waiting for her when she banishes the computer’s screensaver.

[Cullen R:] So about that.

That’s it. No indication of what he might be thinking.

Asha slips her shoes off under her desk and cracks her knuckles.

[Asha T:] yeah?

[Cullen R:] I’m sorry Bull ambushed you.

[Asha T:] lol he’s done worse

[Asha T:] I’m not upset

[Asha T:] don’t worry about it

[Cullen R:] Good.

A few seconds pass where Asha stares at the little window, waiting to see if he has more to say. The icon that indicates he’s typing appears and disappears for a few times before the next message comes through.

[Cullen R:] I don’t suppose you would actually be interested in coming with me? They live in South Reach so it’s a few hours away, but nothing we can’t easily drive.

[Cullen R:] Mia would be thrilled if I actually brought someone with me.

[Asha T:] Rosalie’s friend will be disappointed!

[Cullen R:] She’ll be okay. Trust me.

Asha stifles her laugh behind her hand as though he would be able to hear across the hall and through her closed door.

[Asha T:] how could I abandon you to such a fate? when are you leaving and coming back?

[Cullen R:] I’m driving down Friday afternoon after work. I’ll probably leave here about four. And then I’m driving back Monday after breakfast so I can have time to relax before coming back to work Tuesday.

[Cullen R:] I would pay for everything. You wouldn’t have to worry about it. We'll just stay at Mia’s house.

[Asha T:] and I just… pretend to be your girlfriend for a couple of days?

[Asha T:] seems like a fair trade

[Cullen R:] Is that a yes?

[Asha T:] Yes, Cullen, I will be your girlfriend for three and a half days this weekend, provided you keep me well-fed.

[Asha T:] we should come up with our cover story before we go. like how long we’ve been together and stuff.

[Asha T:] just in case

[Asha T:] Mia seems the nosy type

[Cullen R:] She is.

[Cullen R:] I have an appointment that I need to prepare for. Can we meet to talk everything over later? Maybe over dinner?

Asha’s chest tightens, and she takes a deep, calming breath before mentally berating herself for her reaction. This was her suggestion.

[Asha T:] that’s fine

[Asha T:] just let me know when works for you

[Cullen R:] Will do.

[Cullen R is unavailable]

Asha pulls her emails up and stares at the ones sitting unread in her inbox, then at her coffee cup, then at her watch.

It’s only 9:15.

This is going to be a long day.

---

Cullen knocks on her open door just after 5 that evening, leaning on the frame with a casual smile. Asha blinks up at him, rubbing her eyes, dry after a long day at her computer. His hair is starting to fall out of its style, curling more from his fingers running through it during the day, and it makes her smile like it always does.

“Still have time for dinner?” he asks, then pauses to glance over his shoulder as though checking to be sure they’re alone. He probably is; Bull would never let them forget it if he thought they were actually acting on his suggestion.

“Of course!” Asha smiles a little brighter, locking her computer for the night before slipping her shoes back on under the desk. Cullen’s eyes drop down to her bare toes for a moment before he looks back up, meeting her gaze again. “I’m starving. What do you feel like?”

Cullen shrugs a little, taking a step back into the hallway as Asha picks up her purse and slips it over her shoulder. Asha is only a few inches shorter than him in her heels, and the realization makes him arch his brows in surprise as she brushes past.

“Do you like Antivan food?” she asks, glancing over her shoulder to make sure he’s following. “There’s a place a couple of blocks over that Josephine and I go to sometimes? It’s delicious.” They pass Josephine’s office as she’s explaining, and she waves at the other Antivan. Josephine’s full lips part slightly in surprise at seeing Cullen and Asha walking out together, but she waves back without saying anything else.

“I… am not sure,” Cullen finally says, holding the front door open for her while shading his eyes from the sun. She murmurs a thank you and waits for him on the sidewalk, head tilted to the side to indicate that he should continue speaking.

He stops a few paces away, an awkward distance, and clears his throat. He adjusts the strap of his computer bag over his shoulder, then runs his fingers through his hair, half taming the curls and half pushing them out into a more wild mess.

She smiles and barely keeps herself from licking her lips.

“That sounds fine. Did you drive, or--” He looks out at the parking lot, over the few gathered cars, and she shakes her head.

“I usually just take the bus.” She hasn’t needed a car so far, thankfully, Denerim’s public transit working in her favor.

Cullen doesn’t seem phased, fishing through his pants pocket until he finds his keys. Asha eyes the little mabari keychain--the one she got him for secret Satinalia--and grins, though he misses the expression looking over her shoulder at his car. “I can drive us, if that--”

“That’s fine,” she interrupts, gently, not wanting to waste more time in awkward back-and-forth. They’ll need to get this out of their systems before the weekend. They may not be the best of friends, but they’ve never been quite this… stilted before.

The ride to the restaurant is silent save for Asha’s quiet directions. Cullen guides his little car through the city with the same care and attention he gives everything he does, following the traffic laws to a T as far as she can tell.

They beat the dinner rush by just a few minutes, and are already sitting at a table when the front of the restaurant begins to crowd. Asha looks back at Cullen with a tiny smirk, settling as comfortably as she can in the narrow booth.

“So tell me about your family, Cullen.” Asha sips at her water as Cullen considers before fishing his phone from his pocket.

A few taps at the screen and he’s showing her a picture of all of them together, probably from the year before. He’s standing at the back, his arm pointedly not around the blonde standing next to him--probably the date he’d been avoiding--a shirt with Ferelden’s crest on it stretching nicely across his chest.

She rips her eyes away from that to take in the rest of the scene. “Mia’s the oldest,” he explains, pointing at a woman with hair the same honey color of his. “That’s her husband, Thomas, and their three kids: Lori, Ellie, and Thom.”

Thomas has very red hair, almost orange, and the three kids all have hair with varying degrees of red as well. Lori’s is curly like Cullen’s, and she stands sullenly at the edge of the picture with her arms crossed.

“This is Bran and his… ex.” Cullen points at the third man in the photograph, a little shorter and stockier than himself, but otherwise nearly identical, and stammers over what to call the slim elven woman by his side. Asha squints a little, fingers itching to take his phone from him so she can zoom in on the woman, but she can still see the slight bump under her sundress. “They had a son a few months ago, and she just… left. Mia said he’s still really broken up over it.”

Mia said. Cullen didn’t know first hand, so he hasn’t been talking to Branson at all. Asha glances up, hoping to read his expression, but he doesn’t look back at her.

“And then there’s Rosalie?” Asha asks, pushing past the question. Rosalie is standing next to Mia, holding Thom. She looks less like Cullen than the others, though her hair is the same color. It’s long and straight, only curling at the ends, and her smile is contagious. Asha finds herself smiling back before Cullen pulls the phone away from her face to speak with the waitress.

“When was the last time you visited them?” Asha’s gentle question breaks the silence as the waitress disappears with their order, and he hesitates before answering.

“I was home for two days at Satinalia. Before that… it was last Independence Day.”

Asha raises her eyebrows at the admission, but Cullen just studies the table between them, a light blush on his cheeks. He barely goes home even though it’s an easy car ride. If Asha had family and they lived that close, she would visit them all the time. There’s a story here, and she’s curious but afraid to ask.

She just nods instead, fingers playing with the condensation on the sides of her glass. “So we’ll have to say we started dating since Satinalia. Over the last couple of months.”

Cullen nods and finally looks up to meet her gaze. His eyes are tight, the little wrinkles at the corners deepening as his lips start to twist into a frown. “Is this a good idea?”

Asha opens her mouth to respond, then closes it again to consider. It probably isn’t a good idea, not if she’s being honest with herself. Not just because of how Cullen’s family would react if they found out they’re just pretending, but because being around him for three whole days and pretending to date might literally kill her.

There’s temptation there, though. And Asha’s never been good at resisting temptation.

“I don’t think it’s a bad idea.” She bites the inside of her lip to wait for his reaction, but he just chuckles.

“That’s a ringing endorsement if I’ve ever heard one.”

It’s Asha’s turn to laugh, and she does so loudly before abruptly covering her mouth with her hand. Cullen grins back at her.

“I think the closer we can stick to the truth, the easier it will be. You asked me out to dinner, we get along, things are serious enough that I’m okay meeting your family.” Asha shrugs and turns one hand palm-up. That’s all she knows how to say.

“I haven’t met your family yet,” he comments. “Are they in Antiva?”

Asha hesitates before answering. “I don’t really have any family.” Cullen blinks at that, eyebrows drawing together, but he waits for her to explain. After a moment, she does: “I have a brother but I haven’t seen him in a long time. My parents are gone.”

Cullen’s face falls. “Oh… I didn’t know. I’m sorry.” His fingers twitch like he might reach out to her, but he folds them in his lap instead. “I lost my parents ten years ago.”

Asha’s smile is sad. “I’m sorry too. It’s good you still have your siblings, then.”

“I… yes.” Another hesitation, the same hurt he isn’t sharing.

She still doesn’t push. “Have you told Mia yet?” Cullen’s eyes widen even as the rest of his body freezes, and Asha covers a laugh with her hand. “You should… do that.”

Cullen doesn’t move until Asha raises her eyebrows at him, then he’s all fumbling fingers and reddening ears as he digs his phone out of his front pocket. He taps at the screen for a few moments, composing a simple text to Mia: Is it ok if I bring my girlfriend this weekend? She wants to meet everyone.

It’s barely sent before a reply comes back. He hasn’t even had time to put his phone down on the table to wait.

He sighs and then turns the phone around to Asha. Texts are still coming in, one question at a time.

[Mia Gregory:] Your who?

[Mia Gregory:] When did you get a girlfriend?

[Mia Gregory:] OF COURSE YOU CAN BRING HER

[Mia Gregory:] Who is she? What’s her name? Where did you even meet a girl?

[Mia Gregory:] Send me a picture.

Asha is laughing by the time the demand for a picture comes in, but Cullen is still pink. “She wants a picture of me.”

“Maker,” Cullen sighs, rubbing his face with his hand. “You don’t have to do that.”

Her eyes are dancing. “Oh, let’s take one. It’ll be fun.” She scoots out of her side of their booth and moves to sit beside him, pressing close enough that he has to put his arm around her shoulders. She opens up the camera app on his phone and holds it up so she can fit both of their faces in the frame and gives a brilliant smile as she snaps the picture.

She hands him the phone before returning to her seat, ignoring the little grin she gets from a woman at the next booth over. “Send it to me too?”

He blinks again. “Alright…”

He sends the picture, then goes back to answer Mia’s other questions as Asha waits patiently, playing with her straw.

[Cullen Rutherford:] (picture is attached)

[Cullen Rutherford:] Her name is Asha. She works with me at Haven.

[Mia Gregory:] Oh she’s beautiful!

[Mia Gregory:] Are you at dinner right now? Stop texting me while you’re on a date!

[Mia Gregory:] Rude.

[Mia Gregory:] See you Friday :)

Cullen sighs softly and puts his phone face down on the table and finally looks up to meet Asha’s eyes. She’s still smiling at him, her chin resting on her knuckles, her face soft and open. Her cheeks turn red when their eyes meet and she glances over at the waitress finally bringing their food.

They both thank her and she winks before going to check on her other tables. The conversation quiets down as they begin to eat, Asha tucking in with excitement and little contented sighs, Cullen with more hesitation as he tries the new food.

When Asha looks back up at Cullen, he’s still staring at his food, though he’s smiling at it now instead of his initial focused scowl. “So,” she says. “Tell me about yourself.”

He looks up at her and grins a little, and she watches the way his scar pulls the right side up higher. “What do you want to know?”

She forces herself to look away from his lips and shrugs. “Everything.”

---

Cullen waits until Asha disappears into her apartment building before driving away, back to his side of Denerim. He leaves the radio off, letting the silence ground his thoughts as he waits for a red light to turn green.

Mia texts him again, and instead of replying to her next question, he scrolls up to the picture he sent her. He stares into Asha’s green eyes that seem to glow in the restaurant lights. Then his gaze drops to her lips, full and red, smiling back at him.

A horn blares behind him, and he jumps. The light ahead of him switched to green while he was staring down at that picture, and he swears quietly as he drops his phone into the passenger seat so he can drive without its distraction.

This… may be a mistake.

[chapter two]

[hub-pub-bub]

‘Teachers need to be research-informed, but the pressure of the workload means that they don’t have the time to keep track of it all.’ Photograph: Alamy

In the past few years, schools have focused more on the use of research, especially into how pupils learn and the implications on effective teaching.

One reason teachers have needed to become more research informed is to respond to the masses of misinformation presented to us. Even when a teaching approach is exposed as incorrect, it can continue to influence how we work.

One example is the learning pyramid, which is based on Edgar Dale’s cone of experience. This was a theoretical framework that made no mention of learning but soon took on a life of its own, as the learning pyramid. Most teachers will have been given information apparently based on this work – for example, that pupils only remember 5% of what they’re told but 90% of what they teach others.

"A designated research lead can filter what’s out there and share the most robust evidence for their colleagues"

There is not – and never has been – any evidence to support those claims and yet they still appear in continuing professional development (CPD) sessions and advice to teachers. Even when the fault in the original idea is known, it is so ingrained in “good practice” that it still holds sway; I’ve met plenty of teachers who limit how much time they spend talking to a class as a result.

Another example is the idea that pupils should be taught according to their learning style. Despite this thinking being widely criticised and evidence for it lacking, as many as 93% of teachers in the UK still hold on to this idea. In my experience, few schools ever told teachers to stop teaching different learning styles; they just stopped mentioning it – so its use died out, but not necessarily the underlying belief.

Identifying what actually works

Some of these problems have arisen because research often seems to be done “to” teachers rather than with them. As Carl Hendrick and Robin Macpherson point out, “Teachers have been given answers to questions they didn’t ask and solutions to problems that never existed”.

When useful research is given to teachers, it’s usually a list of strategies divorced from their original reasoning. Take the use of lollipop sticks in the classroom, where every pupil in the class has a number, and those numbers are also written on lollipop sticks – when asking a question, you choose a stick and ask that pupil. What was originally used as a way of ensuring the same pupils don’t always answer questions is now insisted on by some schools as the only way questions should be asked.

Teachers: your guide to learning strategies that really work

Does this mean that we should give up on educational research? This might be tempting, but as former headteacher Tom Sherrington writes: “It’s important to develop an understanding of educational research, its scope and limitations. It’s not ‘anything goes’ or ‘whatever works for me’ – there are strong messages that emerge from the complexity.”

Sharing knowledge

So how can schools and teachers find research that’s relevant to them, identify what is rigorous and work out how it can be applied? One increasingly common solution is for the school to invest in the role of a research lead.

“Teachers do need to be research-informed but the pressure of the workload means that they don’t have the time to keep track of it all,” Macpherson says. “A designated research lead can filter what’s out there and share the most robust evidence for their colleagues. This avoids duplication of effort and improves pupil learning.”

As part of this role, Jade Slater, assistant headteacher at Walton High School, creates a newsletter each term to summarise a range of educational research and discuss its application in the classroom. She also runs optional in-house training, with the opportunity for teachers to carry out their own research on effective teaching. This encourages teachers to engage with the research of others and reflect on their own practice.

The director of teaching and learning at Wyedean School, Julie Smith, uses lesson study to develop a culture of collaboration and evaluation of effective teaching.

“A collaborative approach to lesson planning and observation is enabling our staff to become more open and reflective in their discussions,” she says. The school then uses this to evaluate its evidence-informed interventions and understand what works.

"In my own school, our pedagogy innovation team has additional non-contact time to read research"

Meanwhile, at St Leonard’s Academy in East Sussex, Chris Dean has been focusing on effective strategies to help with memory and sharing these approaches with pupils. They are encouraged to use techniques based on spaced practice and dual coding, and discouraged from simply re-reading and highlighting notes.

Cutting unnecessary tasks from teaching

Engaging with educational research can also help tackle the factors that are driving teachers from the profession such as marking, much of which is inefficient and may be harmful to progress. Dean told me: “We’ve thought about the research into effective feedback and have drastically reduced our expectation of the frequency of written comment marking.”

In my own school, our pedagogy innovation team has additional non-contact time to read research. We lead CPD sessions and workshops and share what we’ve learned through our school’s teaching and learning blog. Other teams also focus on specific areas of the school’s priorities, such as literacy, and share evidence of good practice with staff.

Being research-informed means we gain a better understanding of what’s likely to work. We can shake off poor advice and out-of-date ideas, and have the confidence to do what we know to be effective.

Mark Enser is head of geography at Heathfield Community College. He writes the Teaching it Real blog and tweets @EnserMark

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