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AU MASTER LIST

So here is a bunch of AU’s that I’ve collected over…. a long time. Enjoy

Awkward Meetings

  • I broke your nose in a mosh pit, sorry
  • I hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in the hospital, this is sort of awkward, are you okay?
  • You’re getting chased by the police and you just jumped in my car and yelled drive, wtf man
  • You just punched me in the face while gesturing wildly to a friend, your friend can’t stop laughing and im too shocked to respond to your apologies
  • You laughed in a restaurant, but your laugh is really weird and I thought you were choking so I’m awkwardly humping you while attempting to perform the Heimlich manoeuvre and why isn’t this working, you’re just choking harder now this is aweful
  • We met on a Sunday morning, both doing our walk of shame
  • I get really sick on roller-coasters and you are sitting in front of me, im so sorry
  • You’re the bastard who keeps parking in front of my house and you just caught me drawing a dick on your window with a permanent marker… ugh, oops.
  • I work at a department store and if you take out and unfold another fucking shirt and just leave it, I’m going to fucking shove it down your throat
  • You broke into my apartment drunk thinking it was your friends place and I should call the cops by my cat likes you so????
  • You’re my new dealer and you just friended me on Facebook and idk how to react to that
  • You saw me reading the same book you are and now we are arguing about the motives of the antagonist
  • This is a five-hour-long plane ride, we’re sitting together and  you’re deathly afraid of flying. 
  • I got into a cab to find someone already inside
  • You thought I was your friend/sister
  • Holy shit, im in the wrong car.
  • I was walking by a roller coaster and your shoe flew off and hit me in the head and now I’m on the floor trying not to fall unconscious.
  • It’s 2am and I’m drunk and I need some salt for my fries and I know your awake so OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR
  • You fell asleep on me in the subway and I should probably wake you up and its my stop next stop but it’s okay, I can always just catch the subway back…
  • I know nothing about camping and all my friends left me at the site. Please, help me, I think I just heard a bear
  • This has been a shitty week and you just grabbed the last box of my favourite comfort food from the shelf, do you really want to fight me rn?
  • We met in a movie theatre and now you’re clinging to me because your terrified and I’m okay with that because it means I get your popcorn.
  • You had a party and I got really drunk and stole your microwave, so now I’m at your place and your super hungover so here, I made breakfast?

Neighbour/Roomate

  • The guy living below me has a really loud alarm clock that always wakes me up at the crack of dawn
  • I went to investigate a scream and found my neighbour standing on a chair to avoid a rat/mouse/cricket (etc.)
  • My neighbour has a really squeaky bed and my bedroom is below theirs
  • You keep stealing my doormat and HAH, I’ve got you this time thief!
  • The apartment above me has left their tap on or something and water is leaking through my ceiling
  • My neighbour’s sibling got the wrong house number and barged into my apartment on accident.
  • My roommate keeps stealing my coffee so now I make extra 
  • You’re my new neighbour and wow man, you have some really weird habits.
  • You’re my neighbour and you are stealing my wifi to watch porn and can you not?
  • You locked yourself outside of your apartment and there’s a storm rolling in and I pity you so please come into my apartment I’ll make you hot chocolate?
  • I heard you singing at 3 am and joined in and now you’re at my door and wtf mate I think your drunk but your voice is really nice so?
  • I just set the fire alarm in our building off again… sorry. I know its like the fourth time this week…
  • You keep mowing your lawn when I’m trying to sleep and seriously FUCK YOU
  • My new neighbour is really hot and wow I didn’t even like women until now? And now she is in the garden planting flowers in her bikini wow… im in too deep
  • It’s 3 am and you’re blasting off classic rock at full volume and your music taste might be awesome but soME PEOPLE are trying to sLEEP
  • We’ve never met but we shower at the same time and our showers are on opposite sides of the same apartment wall so sometimes we start duets?

Pets

  • I’m out walking and my dog started chasing your dog. 
  • My cat/dog ran away and you just found it but refuse to accept the reward. 
  • We are neighbours and your cat got my cat pregnant… so, wanna raise this little kitty family?
  • My pet tarantula/snake (etc) escaped and I forgot to warn the guy below me who is terrified of snakes/spiders
  • I need you to pet sit my pet for a while and I forgot to mention it’s a snake, the mice are in the freezer. Thanks, bye
  • My cat really hates you cat and that’s the third time this week I’ve had to pry them apart.
  • My cat keeps breaking into your apartment and it ate all your plants… dinner to make up for it?
  • My cat sneaked out on the balcony and into your open window and he has this habit of destroying furniture and pissing everywhere so I followed him inside and you cam home earlier than I expected and found me in the middle of your living room and honestly I’m not a burglar
  • Your dog likes me a thousand times better than she likes your partner and sorry not sorry I love this dog
  • You were walking your dog when you found me passed out on a park bench and thank you for waking me up and buying coffee instead of stealing my wallet

Music

  • I’m on a bus and wow, you’re singing really loudly and everyone is giving you weird looks, hey bud, tone it down, also great choice in music
  • You play Double Bass/Cello and I play 1st chair Violin and we keep making eye contact and damn your super cute.
  • You play in an orchestra and I love these songs so much, plus you’re really cute. Shit man, you’ll never notice me in the huge crowd…
  • Music is kinda illegal and my friend just died and apparently he wrote music and wow I want to know what it sounds like and to play it at his funeral but I don’t know how to. You’re a well-known music dealer, do you happen to understand these notes? Can you help me?
  • I tried to act cool at this concert and I thought I was leaning on a wall but apparently it was a speaker and now it’s on the ground in pieces and everyone’s glaring at me… sorry?

Supernatural

  • I’m a wizard and I just accidently apparated into your house. Oops.
  • I died over 2000 years ago and you’ve been dead for like 2 hours, man, damn it now I have to explain this shit to you. Great.
  • I’m immortal and you’re mortal and I don’t know how to explain this to you and soon enough you’re going to realise that I’m not aging… shiiittt
  • You’re a greek god and I’m the roman counterpart. 
  • I’m a ghost and your alive and I think I’m in love with you…. Fuck. 
  • You’re a faun and I’m a Satry
  • I’m half demon and people often judge me based on my looks, but your blind and wow you actually like me? 
  • I’m a time traveller and I went back in time and wow I think I’m in love with you, fuck this isn’t good, I just faked being George Washington… wait what? George Washington doesn’t exist here? Shit… I actually am George Washington.
  • I’m a writer and your my character and wtf how the heck did you just literally climb out of my first draft? 
  • I’m a werewolf but I don’t want to tell you because my wolf form might be that really small chihuahua you keep mentioning you see when I go out…
  • I’m an android and you’re a human and wow what is that warmth I feel when I see you?
  • I’m a homesick telepath and you’re the poor soul who is receiving all these emotions, sorry
  • Somehow I’m in your body and you’re in mine and shit man being this close to the ground is fucked up.
  • I’m a genie an d you rubbed my lamp so congrats you get three wishes but you can’t seem to think of shit and why the fuck do I have to be stuck with you? Hurry up and think of some wishes okay?
  • I was an awful angel and as punishment I have to be your guardian angel and wow your super cute and nice but I still hate you
  • You keep having strange dreams that turn out to be us in a past life and you’re determined to fine me again but in this life I’m already dead.
  • We live in the year 3090, you’re a scientist and I’m your assistant. Unfortunately and experiment goes wrong and I die. Now you’re trying to put my brain into a robot but its not the same
  • I’m a vampire and I have a moment of weakness, you’re nearby and lets just say it doesn’t end well
  • I’m a dragon and you’re a really hot prince, that’s right, they locked up the wrong royalty.
  • You’re a pirate and I’m a siren and woah… are you asexual? That’s so cool, hey wait, don’t go I just want to talk
  • Your mirror is a doorway into my dimension and I can see everything…. 
  • Listen I am genetically modified and you WILL let me hide in your house
  • Ok, so I panicked and kissed this human so he wouldn’t drown. And I know you don’t want me to keep him, and we can’t let him leave if he knows about us mere people so what do you want to do?

School/College

  • I just got partnered with you in dance class and I can’t dance for shit
  • You’re my science lab partner and how the fuck did you just explode that beaker?
  • I’m an art student and you just found my sketchbook and you’re going through it. Shit man can you give that back, I don’t care how good you think they are just don’t turn that page…
  • You’re the school dork and I’m the school jock and fuck you can see where this is going
  • We are the only two kids who ride this school bus, maybe we should carpool?
  • I thought you were my roomies new boyfriend so I invited you in but your actually the RA of the dorm and now you think I want to have sex with you
  • I accidently flooded the laundry room and you really need to do laundry
  • You’re sitting in my seat in this lecture and who even are you? I’ve never seen you before… wait what, stop checking me out!
  • We argued so much during a class discussion that we both got kicked out and we’re still arguing outside the class
  • You left your USB in the library computer and I had to go through your files to figure out who you are and in the end I read the entirety of this book you’re working on and wow you’re really good?
  • I’m a traditional painter who has to take a basic Photoshop class, you’re a graphic design major sitting next to me and getting sucked into helping me out because Im so shitty at this
  • My pottery bowl exploded in the kiln and I feel like a failure, you found me crying about it in the hallway and are now trying to comfort me and your sweater is really soft wow sorry
  • You and your friends have been playing the penis game in the library for the last five minutes and none of you have gotten above a quiet yell and fuck it I’m trying to study over her so fuck you I’m going to put an end to this game by winning 
  • We are both teachers and at the end of the year we compare how many gifts we’ve received from student and you’ve won for the past three years
  • Romeo and Juliet of the math and English departments 
  • I want to get along with you roomie… but I like star wars… and you like star trek… this isn’t going to work.
  • I usually talk to my friends through morse code in class but… apparently you know morse too… and now you know I think your butt is cute
  • I got cursed and turned into an animal and taken to the shelter and now I’m being adopted by someone who is really hot OH FUCKING NO

Near Death Experiences

  • Wow I was just in a fatal accident and who the hell are you? What is this I’m I dying? Wait no, I don’t want this, how do I get out of it? A deal you say, I’ll take it.
  • You’re an executioner and I’m about to be executed but you can’t seem to run the guillotine, wait what, why are we running away, man you’re my favourite executioner
  • Our plane/boat crashed and now it’s just us on this island. 
  • I just took a super dangerous job and your trying to talk me out of it, but we really need the money
  • It’s the middle of a war and I’m on a ship that you’re ship just torpedoed. Now I’m a prisoner and wow why can’t I feel my legs. I’m not cooperating until I can feel them again. What the fuck do you mean I’m paralysed?
  • I’m addicted to ____ (drugs/alcohol etc) and you found me in an alleyway due to after effects of my addiction (beat up, overdose etc) and decide to take me in.
  • I sold my soul to bring you back to life and I don’t have long left please make this time count

Mistaken and Secret Identities

  • I’m  a thief/hacker/murder and you’ve found out my identity and have been bugging me for days to take you on as your partner
  • I’m a superhero and you want to be like me but in doing so become a supervillain, what do you mean you don’t understand why I’m punching you?
  • I’m a superhero, you’re a supervillain, but we don’t know each other’s identities and we are actually best friends
  • I’m runaway royalty and you’re a commoner, fuck I’m so screwed I need your help, I’ll explain later
  • You think I’m a celebrity and you’re talking too much for me to explain I am defintely not… that dude. What was his name again?
  • You’re a superhero and I’m your best friend and what the fuck man? Why the hell didn’t you tell me? If you had maybe I would be fucking caught with this stupid ass monologue-ing villain
  • I have a very cute neighbour and very thin walls and one day I call you and err… your moans are very synchronised with my neighbour's…
  • I’m a superhero and you’re a supervillain and I saw you visiting kids at the children’s hospital and letting them act like they defeated you and now it’s really hard to punch you in the face

Profession Based

  • Your my mailman and I can’t help but notice that you linger at my door slightly longer than you need to ever since you saw me that one time. Do you want to come inside?
  • I’m a private detective and your my client and fuck man you’re in some deep shit
  • You’re a protester and I’m a police officer. Seriously can you please calm down a little bit, this is my job not my  beliefs.
  • I’m a make-up artist/hair stylist and I you’re an actor/model and are you flirting or???
  • You’re a celebrity and sorry mate, I have to take pictures to pay rent, I know its invasive seriously, sorry
  • You’re a store clerk and fuck, is that my ex? Can I please hide behind this counter?
  • You’re a lifeguard at my kid’s swimming competition and I fell in the pool with all my clothes on and you awkwardly tried to save me even though I didn’t need it.
  • You work at a pet store and I came in to look at tarantulas but somehow we lost the biggest one and its loose somewhere in the store and it really doesn’t help that you’re terrified of spiders
  • I’m a firefighter and you started a fire in your kitchen but you’re still flirting with me even though you’re not wearing pants and I’m carrying you down a ladder. Stop complimenting my muscles for fucks sake
  • We work at the same company and I kind of had a crush on you until I noticed that you’re the asshole stealing my lunch from the office fridge.
  • I’m a firefighter and you live near the station I work at and we talk/flirt with each other a lot. One day me and my team get called to put out a fire and it’s your home ablaze. You don’t make it.
  • I work at a fruit store and you come in almost every day and rearrange stuff on the shelves and then leave. Today you made the apples spell ‘call me’
  • It’s 2am and I was just trying to get home but I left my sunroof open all day and now there’s a squirrel in my car and it scared me and I drove into a pole - stop laughing! You’re a cop, aren’t you supposed to be helping?
  • You’re drunk and want my name tattooed on your ass.
  • You always bring your dates to the restaurant I wait at and now you’re here alone… you okay mate?

Winter Times

  • It’s snowing and I usually walk to work but that’s not happening, hey roomie, can you please drive me? Yes I know its 4am
  • I accidently gave all my winter clothes to charity over the summer and not its not so much summer, but I’m broke and hey… could you give me your old winter clothes… maybe?
  • I love the cold, but I promised to visit you for a good 4 months and wow, why did I do this? There isn’t snow here?
  • I don’t know you, but you just threw a snowball at my face, mate, its on.
  • I don’t know who the hell you are, but my roommate has someone over and It’s really cold outside…. Can I come in? Or like, have a blanket, or even a towel?

Old Friends

  • I knew you in high school and I ran into you at a renaissance fair wearing full knight regalia
  • I met you once when I was 12, we started a pen-pal relationship across the world and haven’t stopped even though we are a lot older now. 
  • You were my best friend when we were younger but your family moved to the other side of the world, and we haven’t talked in years. But now your back and wow how did you recognise me when I can’t even remember your name?

Fake Dating

  • I hired you to be my date for a wedding but your super cute, maybe we cannot fake-date? 
  • I’m fake dating you to have someone to vent to on family gatherings while also pissing off my conservative uncle that I never liked and wow… have your eyes always been this nice?
  • We’re both cosplayers and we somehow always manage to meet each other at cons dressed as a popular ship and people always want photos of us in compromising positions and so we always end up fake-dating the entire day but you’re actually really hot and I’m head over heels for you
  • My friend dragged me to this party and I just saw my ex, quick make out with me, I’ll pay you.

Miscellaneous

  • I’m blind and wow your voice is absolutely beautiful can you just keep talking? Forever? Please?
  • My younger sibling is besties with your sibling and even though we hate each other I guess we’ve got to start hanging out a little
  • We are both at a grocery store at am and you offered to arm wrestle me for the last box of cereal, its on!
  • You’re sleeping on my best friend’s couch while your house is being renovated and you have really weird habits like attempting to sing opera in the shower and you keep eating all my Nutigrain 
  • We bump into each other every Friday at the supermarket to buy the same ice-cream and maybe we should eat it together?
  • Our parents are dating and thank god I’m not the only one pissed off about this
  • I went to museum to get some inspiration and then I saw you staring at one of the paintings in awe and wow you just noticed me drawing you and this is awkward
  • I decide to take a shortcut home that involves crawling through a really tight hole in a fence and I end up getting stuck and you just happened to pass by and now you’re laughing at me
  • I took a bunch of free condoms from health services just because I could and they all fell out of my bag at once and now you’re staring at me weirdly
  • We are trapped in a bank during a robbery
  • Your country is trying to take over mine and I might be a little attracted to you and stop this it’s really hard to retaliate okay?
  • I was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting romeo and juliet at me

anonymous asked:

Dr Who but each incarnation is swapped with one of their companions.

omg?? I love it??

The First Doctor: 

She’s not completely unfriendly, exactly, she just doesn’t have time for humans being idiots. In the right circumstances, she can actually be very warm. She loves history, which is lucky because her granddaughter Susan does too (they tell people Susan is her daughter, but even then it’s a bit of a stretch, human ages are weird). Of course, then two of Susan’s teachers follow her home one night, and next thing the Doctor knows she has a crotchety old history teacher and a handsome young science teacher on her spaceship with no way to get rid of them that isn’t morally questionable. 

Whoops? 

The humans help her lose some of her haughtiness. She leaves Susan in the 22nd century to become her own woman. 

Along the way and against her better judgement, she falls hopelessly for Ian Chesterton. He wants to stay with her forever, but she knows it would never work, and encourages him to go with John Foreman in the Dalek Time Machine to get back to his own time. 

Later, in other lives, she checks in on him occasionally. 

The Second Doctor:

The baby face is a problem. It takes a good twenty minutes on a lot of occasions to get anyone to take her seriously. On the bright side, a lot of Polly’s clothes fit her now. 

She finds a best friend in Scotsman Jamie McCrimmon, whose rather naive approach to futuristic technology is extremely refreshing, as is his unique insightfulness. 

After Ben and Polly leave them, they rescue Victoria, who Jamie is utterly taken with. Victoria is unsure about living a life so unsupervised by someone older and won’t listen to the Doctor’s insistence that she is in fact perfectly qualified to look after them all. 

She and Victoria spend a good many nights aboard the TARDIS talking about women’s history and the things to come for women in the future and how women act on other planets. Victoria is fascinated, occasionally horrified, and often quietly thrilled at the things she learns. 

It’s a shame to see her go, but all she ever wanted was a family and security, and the Doctor can’t provide that. 

They meet an eccentric man on a space station, with funny trousers and an obsession with the recorder. The Doctor and Jamie like him instantly, and invite him on board only to learn that the man had been considering stowing away if not invited. 

The Time Lords take her friends away from her. She is forced to regenerate and exiled to Earth, as punishment for her interference. 

The Third Doctor: 

Shrewd, passionately devoted to science, and not one to take kindly to interruptions or anyone trying to talk down to or even disagree with her, it’s a wonder the Doctor even gets hired by UNIT at all. But then again, beggars can’t be choosers. 

On the bright side, this fellow John Smith from Cambridge seems to be the one person around with an actual brain and not just a penchant for attacking first and thinking later. 

They’re friends instantly. Or, they are once she makes it perfectly clear that she is the cleverer of the two. The look on his face when he realises is a memory she’ll treasure forever. 

He eventually leaves to go back to his own research, upon realising she doesn’t need him. 

It’s a shame and she misses him, but then Jo Grant comes into her life. Despite an awful first impression, the two women are soon fiercely devoted to each other. Jo keeps going on about women having to stick together amongst all the army boys, and while the Doctor could usually not care less about gender politics, if it means Jo hangs around her more, then so be it. 

The Master turns up. It’s exhausting and exasperating and oh so much fun

Meanwhile, the Doctor’s told herself to not let herself fall for humans, after how much Ian hurt. But with Jo, it’s impossible not to. (Not that she hasn’t noticed the Brigadier’s lingering stares, or failed to appreciate him in his uniform. But he’s far too professional to ever do anything, and too trigger happy besides.) 

Jo is like sunshine and she’s always there and smiling and pressing herself against the Doctor out of fear or shock, until one day they’re in the supply closet of a spaceship and they’re kissing furiously instead of listening out for their pursuers. 

It’s wonderful, being with Jo. Until Clive Jones comes along, and the Doctor has to tell her to forget about her and marry the nice young man who can grow old with her and give her the life she wants. 

She drinks more champagne than she is proud of that night. 

Luckily, along comes Sarah Jane Smith, who is exactly the kind of human that the Doctor automatically adores. Inquisitive, sharp, and a vocal feminist. What a woman. 

Of course, then giant alien spiders happen, and it’s time for a change.  

The Fourth Doctor:

Or… not. Apparently, she’s doomed to be young, attractive, humanoid, and pale skinned throughout all her lives. There are worse fates, but she wouldn’t mind a little variety, frankly. And being so small is getting infuriating. 

Harry takes a long while to take her seriously, but once he does, he is steadfastly loyal. Sarah Jane takes the regeneration in stride for the most part. 

And after them, Leela, who is so strange and savage but so utterly charming in her honesty. They share a few kisses, but nothing more. 

Then comes Romana. A young Time Lord who looks older than her, is far taller than is sensible, and has an even more absurd grin. She can’t stand him, with his bragging about his grades and thinking he knows everything. 

She soon teaches him that experience wins every time. 

Of course, then he spots some pretty princess on Tara, and next thing she knows, the moment the whole Key To Time mess is sorted, Romana is now a less taller, less ridiculous, utterly beautiful Time Lady in her first regeneration. 

She tries to argue against what she can only consider body theft, or at least copying, but it is a relief to not have to crane her neck up to speak to her companion. 

Romana becomes a most dear friend. She’s missed being around someone like her, someone who understands. It makes it all the worse when she leaves, leaving the Doctor with only Adric and his incessant questions. 

The Fifth Doctor: 

There’s something about this body, a regality, that commands a little more respect than the ones before it, despite it following the pattern of her others. 

Adric’s questions exasperate her, while Tegan’s demands to be taken home are met with gentle requests for patience and promises of Heathrow airport, and this Traken prince she’s picked up is thankfully one of the most polite people she’s ever had in the TARDIS. Decent brain on him, too. 

Tegan’s smile sometimes makes her stomach do backflips. The Doctor ignores it. She’s learned her lesson. It’s almost a relief to see Tegan reach her breaking point and leave, except it isn’t, because for a long while it feels like a part of her is missing. 

Turlough is a curiosity, but a nice one who makes for surprisingly good company in the absence of the others. 

Perpugilliam Brown is a surprise. The Doctor remembers why she has tried to avoid America where possible in her travels. Americans are loud. But in the case of Peri, it involves shouting at the Master, and as such, the Doctor decides that Perpugilliam Brown can stay as long as she likes. 

Between the two of them and soon Erimem, uncrowned Pharaoh of Egypt, they make quite the team.  


The Sixth Doctor:

It’s about time! Finally, a more weathered model. Peri is surprised to say the least, and seems a little disappointed to lose out on her best friend who had until now looked a very similar age to her, but soon realises very little has changed. 

And now she lets the Doctor take care of her a bit better. Thank goodness for that! The maternal instincts in this body are absurdly strong, she has no idea what she would do if she couldn’t express them. 

Now, the borderline narcissistic but quietly lovable history professor she accidentally picks up some time after losing Peri is a trickier matter. Still, at least he shares her love for chocolate cake. 

The Seventh Doctor: 

Bright, bubbly, and able to get most people to like her within ten seconds. Now this is a regeneration she likes. Plus, her most impressive set of lungs yet. Handy, for calling companions who like to wander off. 

She tries to not encourage Ace’s use of explosives, but it’s difficult when she sees how genuinely happy they make the girl. She’s getting soft in her old age, she knows. 

Still, at least her brain makes up for it. She can out-think a computer, easily. The universe is her chessboard and she’ll do whatever the hell she pleases with it. 

The Eighth Doctor: 

She’s a jolly thing. Always keen for adventure, ready to shout at anyone who deserves it, and just wants to have a good time, really. 

After a rather rocky start involving amnesia and kissing the cardiologist who had caused her regeneration in the first place, the Doctor is just minding her own business when she accidentally messes with history. 

It seems that saving this stowaway on the R101 might not have been the best idea after all. But he’s so charming and sweet and genuine, sharing her utter passion for life, that by the time she realises her mistake, she’s not willing to part with him. 

That goes… about as well as one might expect. 

The Ninth Doctor: 

It’s funny, being a weathered old war veteran with a guilty conscience, and simultaneously looking like someone who could be on the front of a magazine. 

Life is hard, after the time war, but she meets a man with big ears and blue eyes and things get better. A lot better. It feels good to smile again. 

The addition of Captain Jack Harkness is an interesting one, but she’s always said the more the merrier. Their other companion is not quite as happy about this development, but before long they’re the best of friends. 

The Tenth Doctor: 

She’s gentler now, somehow. Oh, she has her anger and her snark, and boy does this body have a set of lungs on her. But she’s so much softer, underneath. 

Losing her friends from her last body takes its toll. She at least manages to avoid comparing Martha to them that came before her. Martha is wonderful, always completing even the most impossible tasks that the Doctor puts to her. They part on good terms, after the Master’s ravaging of the Earth. (The Master had not been so impressed with this version of her. He had trouble seeing the strength within, seeing that she was more than the duality of compassion and shouting.) Martha needs to look after her family, and that’s probably for the best. 

And then there’s the skinny idiot in the suit. He actually talks faster than she does, which is absurd, but she wonders if that’s simply because of his questionable family. Perhaps not letting them get a word in is how he survives. 

Either way, they get along like a house on fire. Losing him, wiping his memory and seeing him stare right through her and smile that stupid smile, is almost enough to break her. 

No more companions, she swears. 


The Eleventh Doctor: 

It’s all about fun, now. Impressing the little boy whose garden she crashes in and then impressing him when he’s grown up and has waited 14 years for her. (To hell with her rule about no more companions. Her old self was full of dumb ideas anyway.) 

Oh yes, she likes Rory Williams a lot. And his best friend John isn’t bad either. Mind you, that nose… 

She has her spaceship, and her boys, and life is good. Well, there’s River Song to worry about, but she can never be sure if the archaeologist is more interested in her or John. Just one more mystery, it seems. 

Losing Rory, and then John, is hard. But she knows that they’re happy, and that’s enough. 

The Twelfth Doctor:

Short, bossy, a control freak, and a slight obsession with tartan. Also, her English teacher companion is secretly a rock star wannabe, disguised as a reclusive Scottish nerd. 

What’s a girl to do? 

(Apparently, find out that her best enemy is alive, and now also female. And Scottish like her companion. The first kiss had been… shocking to say the least. The ones after, against her better judgement, decidedly less so.) 

She cares about her companion more than she will ever say, and when faced with losing him, takes things too far. Further than anyone should ever take anything. And when it is all said and done… she can’t remember his face, or his voice, or how he sounded when he mocked how large her eyes were. 

River is there to comfort her, though, in those 24 years on Darillium. 

And then Bill. Brilliant Bill. Oh yes, they make quite the team. And Nardole helps sometimes too. 

Send me an AU and I’ll expand on it! 

I’d like to think Sakura’s first birthday on their travels might have gone something like this:

It hasn’t been too long since they’ve started their travels—maybe a few months or so. The day before, they’d arrived in some moderately sized village whose name isn’t important to remember, and decided to stay there for a while; to take rest, stock up, explore, and help around.

Sakura wakes in the morning a little later than usual, which surprises her, since she remembers asking Sasuke to wake her up when he wanted to leave to buy some food. She gets out of bed, changes into day clothes, and makes her way to the kitchen only to find Sasuke there, setting up breakfast on the table, apparently just done cooking.

“Sasuke-kun,” Sakura greets, a bit startled. “Good morning.”

Sasuke only nods. “Morning. I made breakfast.”

Though not exactly a rare occurrence, this still makes her smile—because she’s quite sure she knows the reasoning behind this.

“So you did.” She pauses, and smiles wider, an edge of teasing to it. “And you let me sleep in, too. Didn’t I ask you to wake me?”

Taking a seat at the table, Sasuke merely shrugs like it is nothing, but the way he avoids her gaze makes her think maybe he’s a bit embarrassed. 

“There wasn’t much that we needed to buy, so I figured I might just go alone.”

Sakura simply hums at this, but there’s that knowing look in her eyes, and she thinks Sasuke sees it when he fleetingly glances at her. But, she says nothing, only murmurs an affectionate thanks and sits to eat her own breakfast (one she remembers telling Sasuke she quite favored, not too long ago). 

But his particular behavior doesn’t end there. They head off in town afterwards, and he accompanies her every step of the way, even when she heads out to shop for herself. At some point, she tries to tell him that he doesn’t need to feel like he needs to stay, that he can go to the stores he likes instead of tailing behind her into ones she knows he’s not interested in. But Sasuke stays, and he never complains, prompting another knowing smile to her lips. He even pays for her lunch when they head out to eat, later.

Then, he takes her to the Hanami festival. At this point, Sakura doesn’t question him anymore; she knows with certainty why he’s acting so especially nice. They stay there for hours, visiting food stands and trying out game platforms (well—Sakura did), watching the pretty pink trees blooming in full; and though it is crowded, with girls trying to pester him after his good looks, Sasuke never scowls, never looks surly. It ends up making one of the very best birthdays of her life.

When they retreat from the festival, they take the long way back to the inn. Sakura has an armful of prizes she’s won for herself, and in her free hand, she holds a stick of syrup coated dango (which he paid for, again), chewing on it thoughtfully. She’s happier than she’s been in a long while, and in the moment, she thinks it can’t really get better than this.

But Sasuke proves her wrong as they stop by a small wooden bridge overlooking a river surrounded by beautiful cherry blossom trees, pretty pink petals fluttering in the wind, as he says, “I do have a gift for you, you know.”

Sakura’s green, green eyes turn towards him and widen, and she swallows her bite of food with a blooming blush. “You do?”

Sasuke nods almost imperceptibly, and she thinks she sees him swallow, but she can’t be too sure.

She opens her mouth to ask what he’s gotten her, before he suddenly leans down and presses his mouth to hers with achingly gentle pressure, lone hand gripping her shoulder to anchor her in place. 

He pulls away before she can fully realize what’s happened, but doesn’t put much space back between them, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. His eyes soften when she reaches to touch her lips with her free hand (which has dropped the dango she’d been holding, she now realizes).

The tug of his lips becomes more insistent, and he taps her forehead with two fingers—the gesture heavy with affection. “Happy birthday, Sakura,” he says.

.

.

.

“S-Sasuke-kun! You made me drop my dango!”

“…I’ll get you a new one.”

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Who am I kidding this is too fluffy to have really happened….

geniewithwifi  asked:

Fuck BRE. I'm still fried from Olicity overload. Instead of tidbits all season we've been overdosed with it all IN ONE EP!! #deathtoolicityfandom >>---> I do have a question tho, and it's about that last scene. Felicity said she understood why Oliver lied about William, and I know it has to do with Helix, but how does she understand? Felicity didn't lie to Oliver. She trusted him. he doesn't trust her not with Helix and not with William. So still not comprehending that last scene totally

the olicity was so real, girl, so real and intense and amazing wow

(Before I even attempt to answer this, I have to link to this post and this post by @cogentranting that absolutely nailed my exact thoughts on what happened.)

This is such a layered question only because it’s a layered issue, one that’s been churning and boiling for years now. It’s something that was set in motion way before Olicity even got together, one that is reflected in both Oliver and Felicity as stand-alone characters.

When Felicity said she understood, it wasn’t about the actual decision that Oliver made. What she understood better after last night was Oliver himself.

(src)

She does know now, or at the very least she’s starting to, and it is just that understanding that let her see things oh so differently, that let her look back and see things from how Oliver’s POV. It has finally given her a level of understanding that she never, ever had before. 

(src)

(god his face, look at him, he’s so vulnerable, but he’s also so cleansed)

It isn’t as simple as trust by itself, that was what last night was about. The problem (and the one that got them to the point where Oliver didn’t tell Felicity about William) is that Oliver doesn’t trust himself, and that was the driving force behind so, so, so many of his past actions.

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hoechyeatylerhoechlin  asked:

Hi there, I just found your blog! I'm super excited to have a blog that recs recent fics, I have been finding it so hard to find any lately. So thank you! I saw your merman rec list and am super excited to read all these merman fic I didn't even know existed! Because there so many new fics you recommended that I didn't even know about, I was wondering if you would be up for doing a Werewolf Convention reclist? Of course only if you want to. Thanks so much for putting your time into this blog!:)

Sorry it took me so long to put this together! Only just checked the inbox for this blog yesterday and am so happy to have a first prompt!!! Yay! So thank you so much!! 

★=Fics that could use more kudos, comments, and appreciation.

2017

I LOVE!: 

We Have Potential by @dragon-temeraire (2/2 | 10,196 | Teen)

Derek has finally been invited to the annual North American Werewolf Convention. The only problem? They’re expecting him to bring a significant other. He doesn’t actually have one, but everyone volunteers Stiles for the job.

Enjoyed this so much!: 

Espy Me, While I Watch You by ​frostedgoddess / @derrickhale (11/11 | 30,823 | Gen.)

Derek Hale is a lot of things; Alpha, leader, survivor, and hopeless closet fanboy to the devastatingly cute YouTube sensation, Spark Stiles Stilinski.

Then, Derek’s betas come up with an amazing plan to get Derek an emissary. Any Alpha’s dream come true.

And it will be, if Derek can juggle his responsibilities as an Alpha, judgement, guilt, and roughly a metric fuckton of self-loathing and doubt about whether he’s good enough for a beautiful thing like Stiles.

Wonderful! Will leave you with awwws: 

Mates and Mushrooms by mikkimouse / @mad-madam-m  (1/1 | 11,536 | Explicit)

Derek’s not that excited about spending three days at a conference getting propositioned by every Alpha with a single pack member. Stiles has a plan to make it stop.

It might be a great plan…if only Derek weren’t head over heels in love with him.

It might be an even better plan if someone at the conference didn’t have a vested interest in Derek staying single.

Sweet, sweet, sweet:

Logistics of Traveling with Werewolves by SylvieW / @sylvie-w (1/1 | 11357 | Mature)

The pack attends the National Werewolf Association Conference for the first time since they got their shit together. Derek doesn’t like being away from home, or facing people from his past. Stiles does his best to help out… without letting his feelings get in the way. It’s harder than he thought since they’re sharing not only a hotel room, but a bed.

Awesome!: 

Like What You See? by cloudyskiesandcurlyfries / @dylanlovesthemets (1/1 | 1,691 | NR)

Stiles and Derek have to pretend to be together while attending a werewolf conference. Also Derek’s red thumbhole sweater makes an appearance

Hottt!! 0_0: 

★Quick by LupusScintilla / @inkandblade (1/1 | 433 | Mature)

The sunlight held back by the blinds on the window was almost, but not quite, as bright as the evil glint in Stiles’ eye a few moments ago.


2016

Cuuuuuuteee!!:

Pack Dynamics Among Born Werewolves by @alocalband​ (1/1 | 3,009 | Mature)

A Werewolf Convention AU in which both Derek and Stiles are complete nerds about supernatural politics.

Short but so sweet and important!:

★taking the pain away by triggeringthehealing / @froggydarren (1/1 | 471 | Teen)

The obvious thought is the werewolf pain leeching power. That is what he’d expect to think of when someone asks about a touch that’s healing. But when the topic is brought up at the meeting of the packs – no, Stiles, you can’t call it a convention, this isn’t cosplay and fanboying – that’s not where Derek’s mind drifts.

Yumm!:

★Indulgence by @inell (1/1 | 2,500 | Explicit) 

Derek and Stiles indulge in a mutual kink in a hotel corridor outside a crowded ballroom during a werewolf conference.

Wonderful series!: 

★we crave a different kind by Marishna (1/1 | 2,128 | Teen)

“Right. Your boring, safe life. Sheltered here at the den where you never have to risk anything.” Derek was starting to get angry with the way Laura was talking about him, like he was some kind of shut-in who never saw the light of day but she kept talking. “I challenge you, Derek Hale. The conference is ending tomorrow and everyone will be leaving. I want you to go out tonight, to the bar around the corner I told you about. Have a drink, talk to some people.”

Damn it, I need you.

Authors Note: This was requested by the prompt:
“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”  From the list of Prompts found HERE.
All prompts/ Blurbs can be found HERE
Warning: It is a bit sad, as you can assume from the sentence it started from.


He was never one to permit his emotions to show unless in the comfort of his own house, generally not even then did he grant them the opportunity to reveal very often. It was on rare occasions that you ever saw a tear escape from his precious eyes.

From the moment he received the call his body was diverted into an emotional panic state, he didn’t care that he was in the middle of signing his new contract; he didn’t care that it was impolite to answer the phone call. The minute he sensed his phone ringing he had an inkling something was wrong, something about the morning just wasn’t settling right with him.

He had left you this morning snuggled up to the warmth of the bed, he admired you peacefully sleeping, the way your hair fell messily around you, the way your hand stayed nestled under the pillow, and the way you bury yourself amongst the covers.

He had spent a little too long appreciating you this morning, he just couldn’t help it. When he did manage to wrench himself away from watching you peacefully sleep, he pressed to kiss to your forehead, whispering a swift “I love you” before forcing himself to leave the bedroom, gathering his things from downstairs before leaving to attend his meetings.

The whole way to the hospital all he could do was repeat the same sentence over and over again, “Please be okay, please be okay.” trying to hold himself together but failing as he shakes while trying to compose a text message to his sister. She was the one who always seemed to know what to do, additionally, she was also two hours closer than his Mum.

He did his best to hold it together while pacing around the waiting room, wearing the floors’ thin as he chews his lip, circling the small area without stopping to think twice. He didn’t know what to do, there was nothing for him to do but to wait for a doctor to tell him what was going on. There was nothing he wanted more than to know that you were okay, he needed comfort, he needed the reassurance that this morning wasn’t the last time that he would be able to admire you while you slept, he needed to know that all the plans the two of you had made weren’t going to be nothing but unaccomplished plans.

His eyes meet his sisters when she steps into the holding area, he doesn’t say a word, he just glances at her like a child who desperately needs to be held for a while. She doesn’t think twice before forcing him into a hug, his taller figure towering over her as she wraps her arms around her little, (not so little), brother. The minute he felt her warmth and comfort he allowed his emotions to flow, for the tears to finally settle, the tears he had been holding in since he got the call.

“I just want to know everything is okay. I knew something was wrong with the morning, but I didn’t think—I didn't—” He stutters, struggling to finish his sentence through his tears. “I didn’t think we’d end up here.” He chokes on his own words.

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Undercover

Summary: Y/N is about to get a whole lot more than what she bargained for when she goes undercover to spy on our little ‘spiderling’. 

Requested: No

Word Count: 1k+

Note: Y/n also has Superpowers in this set of imagines and is ‘’Unofficially’’ apart of the Avengers.

Warning(s)?: Anger issues (if that’s a warning) Cursing.

masterlist (x) requests (x)

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Part 2

Undercover

“Why? Why highschool?” You ask annoyed with Steve. You folded your arms and let out an angry sigh. 

“Because someone needs to keep an eye on the kid and your the youngest and well… your you” Oh thanks Steve, you feel so much better. You were on Captain America’s side of this ‘supposedly’ war. You had never ever heard of a kid called Spider-man till 30 minutes ago when he decided to assign you him. Each member of the team had an assignment, and unfortunately yours was to keep an eye on the little spiderling. 

“What is that supposed to mean smartass?” You ask angrily, blue energy swirlling from the palm of your left hand as you held Steve above the ground, restricting air getting through to his lungs. He began to cough violently, trying to reach for his shield. You slowly decided to bring him down, letting him have his mini coughing feet while you rubbed over the red mark that has now appeared on your palm.

“Remember *cough* the more you use your *cough* powers *cough* the more worse *coughs* that’ll get” He says, gesturing towards your mark against your palm. You ignored his comment, pulling the sleeve of your cardigan to cover your hands. 

“I know” You stated angrily, though know you were angry with yourself instead of Steve. Unfortunately for some weird reason, the past two months you’ve used your powers you have had these nasty side effects. The whole team is confused as to what they are and what they mean. You were so focused on figuring out what was restricting you to fight at your best while Steve apparently had a heated argument with Stark which has lead to the fall out between the two teams. Thanks Steve. 

“Look I just don’t want you in harms way okay? So while your.. uhhh.. unwell you’ll be going back to school, while keeping an eye on the peter kid” Steve says, remaining calm, forgiving the fact that I choked him not ten minutes ago. You didn’t see the point in arguing with him. In fact this down time could give you more time to focus on what exactly was going on with you.

“But what about you guys, you need me. I need to be here to help and fight-” Well just because you said you didn't want to argue doesn’t mean you wouldn’t. 

“No, I won’t allow it Y/N” Steve says, this time giving a command. You shake your head, knowing there was no changing his mind once he started using his 'father’ tone on you. You glanced down to the ground and shake your head in agreement. 

'Okay… I’ll do it

~Next day

’'Y/n right?” You have finally made it to Midtown high, and now you were in the not so crowded hallway ten minutes before school was supposed to begin. You were currently on your way to the office to receive your timetable. You look up to the girl who was beside you with a confused stare, how did she know you? 

Seeming to pick up on your look she continued on. 

“Word travels fast when we get new students, hardly anyone ever comes here” All you did was nod in response. You weren’t shy at all but you weren’t really in the mood to make friends. 'Try to be normal okay? Go be a normal 16 year old and make some friends, get good grades just… behave’ You repeated Steve’s words through your mind what he said to you during the car trip to school. Wanda had made you lunch to take with you to school seeing you probably wouldn’t like the cafeteria food. Remember to thank her once you get out of this hell hole.

“Sorry how rude of me! Names Emily! I’m head student and I can see we are going to be fast friend!” Wow this girl was chirpy.

“Y/N” you reply with a soft smile.

“So… Your A Rogers?” The mysterious girl says besides me. Oh, that sly little-

“So what is it like? You know, having Captain America as your father?” Okay this girl was starting to seriously get on your nerves. Wait, did she just say father? You were going to kill him. Be a normal kid he said, make new friends he said. Well that’s kinda hard to do when your let the whole friggin school know Captain America is my father. 

“Normal as having a supehero father could be” Was your response. She dropped it thank god, sensing your discomfort towards the subject. Maybe she finds you rude and doesn’t wish to speak with you further. You couldn’t quite tell if this was a good or bad thing. Let’s just say trying to make friends is a very… recent skill of yours. 

“Ned! …No it isn’t like that! ….Look I have to go” You heard a male voice speak from down the hall. You halt and lift your head seeing who the mysterious boy was, Peter. Your lips began to curl up into a smirk. Suddenly your brained has formed a brilliant idea.

“How good are you at getting your nose into places it shouldn’t be?” You turn to ask the girl beside you. She glanced at you weirdly. Oh shit.

“What I mean is..” Think Y/N think!

“I’m sure I really am gonna need a friend here and maybe you could come over for a sleepover, you know, you show me around and stuff and ill invite you over to meet some of the gang?” You ask as nicely as you could. This immediately changes the girls attitude. She began to beam from left to right and nodded her head rapidly. 

“So” She begins, forming a little half smirk on her own face mimicking mine. 

“Who is that?” You ask, pointing down the hall to the only other person who was here. Peter Parker. Just noticing that he was not alone in the hallway he glanced and gave a tiny nod towards you and the girl. 

“That’s Peter Parker” she says. 

Good, tell me everything you know about him”.

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Taglist: @cutie1365​, @luke-the-princess​, @mang0fruitblast​, @that70skiwi

A/N: Hey this is another mini series! Tell me what ya think! Love you guys! 

anonymous asked:

hiii! first lemme confess that I LOVE YOU AND YOUR WRITING SO MUCH YOU ARE MY GODDESS. And i was wondering if i can request mini fic on how will rfa+V/Saeran react that after a HUGE fight and misunderstanding MC just left them, was never seen and didn't make any contact. But two or three years later by coincidence they found her in another country (or city) with a child beside her that looks so identical to them (dunno if it will work for baehee ^^;;) AGAIN THANK YOU AND I WUV YOU HUGS ANDKISSES

AHHHHH YOU MADE MY DAY LOVELY ANON. I am so happy you like my writing <3. But wowwee this is an AMAZING request and I had so much fun writing this. Honestly, I don’t think Mini-Fics do this justice but I will post this diddly here and write a sequel post to this maybe next Saturday? :D I am going to keep this under the tab because it is SOOOO LONG GAHDAMN. Thanks so much and as always your love is much appreciated~ 

Show me and this post some love by FOLLOW/LIKE/REBLOG <3

Also I want to apologize to my Baehee lovers- I REALLY REALLY tried to figure out how to incorporate her into this, but I just couldn’t. I love baehee too but i just couldn’t I grant you all permission to stone me now D:

THANKIES MY BABIES <3

-ALSO SPOILER ALERT READ WITH CAUTION- 

Yoosung:

He was doing it once again; he compared you to her.

Hasn’t he realized by now, after two years of being together that you were

nothing like Rika?

Were you just her replacement?

All you wanted was for him to study, he had a huge exam coming up and he was still raging on LOLOL. You pulled the headphones off his head and he glared at you angrily, “What the hell, MC? I was in the middle of the game?” 

“Yoosung, you have your biochemistry exam tomorrow, you need to study and get some sleep or you will fail,” you said, annoyed that he was being upset with you for caring.

“God MC, can you just leave me alone? Who even cares? I’ll study when I am done playing,” he said as he glared at you once again, snatching the headphones out of your hands and placing them back on the top of his head

That was it. You have had enough and you went over and just unplugged the computer, inciting a loud yell from your boyfriend.

“Why the hell did you do that? I lost all of my progress. Why can’t you just understand and leave me alone? Rika would have.” He spat angrily.

You felt your heart shatter to pieces, tears now beginning to stream down your face. “Is that all I am to you? A replacement for the crush you had on your cousin?” You didn’t even wait for him to reply, you went into his room and pulled all of your stuff into a suitcase. 

You walked back out to find him sitting on the couch looking down at his hands. You saw that he was still upset, but so were you. You wanted nothing more but the best for him, you wanted to love and cherish him but you could only be yourself. You were your own person and nobody’s replacement. You opened the door, walking out of his life, looking back one last time you said, “Goodbye Yoosung, I hope that you get over her eventually.” With that, you were gone.

~

Three long years had passed, and Yoosung had regretted that day ever since. Why didn’t I just stop playing the stupid game? I did need to study for that exam, I threw everything away, I am so stupid.

Three long years had passed since MC had left him. After he calmed down he went to Rika’s apartment, hoping that she was there and that he could apologize. He opened the door to find it empty, he asked Seven to try locating her, but he couldn’t find her, all he knows is that she got onto a train and then the trail went dry. 

He had become depressed, the came home and trashed his computer, letting out all his pent out anger on the mechanic device, tears flowing down his face freely. He poured himself into work, finishing school with honors, to most of his professor’s surprises.

He took a year off before furthering his education, hoping to do some travel, to try forgetting the pain that etched his heart permanently. He was going to go backpacking in Switzerland, staying with a small host family in a tiny village. He hoped to learn something about the animal and plant life there but also hoping that the manual labor would help him forget his mistakes, what he had done.

He made the love of his life cry, and have all the happiness drain from his life. He felt a jolt as the car pulled up to the rural village. He stepped out to meet his host family and get settled down. He laid on the bed, contemplating if this really was the right thing to do. He felt tears leave cold trails down his cheeks it was so painful. He had to do something, to try getting over MC. He had ruined things, and he deserved every ounce of pain that he was receiving now. 

His ears perked at the soft succession of knocks on his door. He shot up, grabbing his head and groaning at the lightheadedness he was feeling. 

“Yoosung, the town has gathered to meet you, won’t you come say hello?” his host mother said cheerfully.

He knew he couldn’t decline, he got up and freshened himself up. He went outside to see a large group of people waiting anxiously outside for him. He introduced himself shyly as they exchanged pleasantries. He found himself wanting to escape, the sadness from thinking about MC still gnawing at his heart slowly.

 After what felt like hours, he went to his host mother and told her that he was going inside to begin unpacking. 

“Oh but wait, Yoosung, you have yet to meet one more person. She teaches at the local school here, hold on let me go grab her… oh, actually I see her making her way over here.” The host mother replied glibly.

 Yoosung was about to politely decline as he glanced back at the teacher. His eyes watered and the cadence of his heart had increased furiously. He felt all the blood rush to his head and began feeling lightheaded once again. This is a dream, right? There is no way MC would be here right?

He knew the answer, though. More so, he saw the answer when you two finally made eye contact, the blood drained from your face and you immediately stopped. It was like there was no one else around, that you two were the only two people in the whole world. The dam broke and tears began slowly falling from his eyes, as he whispered your name out loud, the first time in years. He began walking over to you, desperately trying to close the distance between the two of you, the distance that he had caused.

 He was shaken out of his reverie by a child, a little girl who clung onto you, “Mommy”. As the words came out of the young girl’s mouth Yoosung felt his heart sink. She moved on, she’s a mother now. He looked at you, heart breaking in his eyes and looked back at the child.

The child, feeling his gaze on him, finally looked over and made eye contact. Yoosung fell to his knees, he was finding it difficult to breathe, he was so confused. He was looking right into the same pair of Amethyst irises that were on his own face. What is going on? There’s no way…right? And with that, darkness clouded his vision as he closed the short distance to the ground with a soft thump.

~To be continued~


Zen:

You were late. It felt like your heart had dropped into your stomach, even before you saw the lines on the pregnancy test, deep down you knew, you were pregnant. So many emotions consumed you at once; you were terrified and extremely excited. You and Zen had made a baby out of your love. You were overjoyed, to say the least. You ran to text your lovely boyfriend. Your two year anniversary was coming up in a few days and asked him to come early that day, you were going to surprise him over dinner and you couldn’t wait.

It felt like an eternity waiting for your boyfriend to come home from rehearsal, you guys had a reservation and you were seriously cutting it close. You heard a knock at the door and you opened it to a bouquet of roses in front of your face, behind them your lovely silver haired boyfriend stood, grinning ear to ear.

“Happy Anniversary Babe,” he said as he pulled you in for a kiss. You felt so happy you were going to cry. Pulling away, you interlocked your fingers and rushed out onto the street. It was a beautiful day and you really needed to walk these nerves off. What better way to spend the day, with the man you love. You listened intently as he rambled on about practice and how he was in line for a new A-List movie.

Things really were looking up, Zen making his big break on the big screen and you were going to start a family together. You guys were finally seated, when you heard a shrill cry from the table near you, you saw a mother trying to calm her baby down, the father cooing lovingly at the child. You wondered if that is how it would be when you gave birth, your heart swelling with longing.

“Ugh, thank god that is not us babe,” Zen said as he scoffed and rolled his eyes. “I know I said I wanted to start a family with you, and I do, but there is no way I could be on my career track and have to worry about some brat”

You felt your heart shatter and you sank in your seat, “What do you mean by that Zen? I thought you wanted a family…” you asked as cautiously as you could without revealing your emotions to him.

“Hmm, I probably do, but having one

right now

would be a total inconvenience, ” he said as he picked at his food. “I’m just breaking the ice to become and A-Lister, it would be the end of my career if we had a kid now”

You felt your whole world shatter, an inconvenience. This is the man you love how on earth could you make him choose between you and his dream job. You kept up the happy façade as you continued to enjoy each other’s company for the night.

The next day, when Zen left for his final audition, he kissed you goodbye and for good luck. Little did he know it was the last time you would kiss him. You knew, that if he had to choose between his career and you, he would pick you. Wel, you hoped, part of you was terrified to find out, so you made the decision for him. You packed all of your things, and quickly scribbled a small letter for him and walked out, hoping that you made the right choice.

~

He had moved on. He was Zen, the award-winning A-List actor, men wanted to be him and women wanted to be with him. So why was he still hung up on MC?

It shattered his heart, him coming home, ecstatic, ready to share the news that he had landed the role. Only to find his house empty, every trace of her gone from his apartment, a simple note left on the table. I’m sorry Zen, I can’t do this anymore.

He hunted for her, looking everywhere but came up empty. She clearly did not want to be found. Where did he go wrong? Had he not loved her properly? Was she not satisfied because he was not a hot shot star yet? Did she find someone better? In the end, it was her loss, because he was now famous and couldn’t spare her a second thought. 

Yet every night, no matter who laid in bed next to him that day, he felt his mind wander to her. His needs were animalistic and emotions were too troublesome to deal with. He took what he needed to and they never heard from him again, he was not going to let someone play with him like that again. Yeah, he was totally over her. 

He was traveling to L.A, to shoot a scene for his new movie. Everything had been done smoothly, they were ahead of scheduled in the shooting and he had some down time. Why not sightsee? He loved the attention that he received for his unique looks and status, he paraded down the streets, window shopping, when he came across a small bookstore.

He felt the blood rushing in his ears, MC loved bookstores like this. He brushed the painful feeling that was swarming inside of him, as he casually walked into the store. He looked around, brushing his fingers against titles you used to love. Ah, I believe this one was her favorite yes?

As he pulled the book out, he heard someone, “Do you need help finding anything sir? That is a splendid read, my favorite actually.” He froze, he knew that voice, how could he forget. When he reads the letter, he hears it in that voice, the voice that completely broke his heart. His eyes hardened as he turned around, the temperature dropping considerably in the store as he met your eyes, your face blanching.

“Well well well, look who we have here. What was your name again? MD? Something like that no?” he claimed snarkily, as you flinched from the harsh words he spat at you. “Being the man I am, and the number of women I have been with, you all just kind of blur together.” 

“Nice to see you Zen,” you said as he saw you clench your jaw. “I am glad to see you’re doing well.” 

His ruby irises flashed in anger briefly, he was not going to let you have the satisfaction of knowing you could still affect him. He gave you a haughty laugh as he sneered, “Well of course after you left me, my life changed for the better. So maybe I should say thank you?” It took him everything he had to not visibly flinch in front of you, but he had to prove that he was doing better, that you still didn’t have your fingers in him. Even though all he wanted to do was pull your long tresses out of that ponytail and feel the silky strands against his fingers. He wanted to bury his hands in your hair as he pulled you close, his other hand on your waist as he felt the warmth of you lips against his, but he was not weak.

These past three years have hardened him and he was not going to let you uproot all of his hard work. “Have a nice life MC.” He said, noticing the sadness wash over your face as he abruptly walked out of the store. 

What on earth am I doing? He thought to himself, as he watched you. What am I a stalker now?

He didn’t know why, but his feet seemed to wander back to the little shop, he knew he was extremely conspicuous so he donned some sunglasses and a hat, which he tucked all of his hair into. He watched you, as you wiped a few stray tears from your face, his heart clenched. Had it been before he would have run into the store and kissed the tears away. However, this was not before and he was not the same naïve man he used to be.

 He watched as you checked the time and quickly locked the store up. He watched you and began following you. I simply want to see if she’s doing worse, to make sure that she’s not happier than she was when she was with me right? This is to only make me feel better since I’m totally over her.

He followed you for quite a while, admiring the view. Noticing that nothing had really changed. Minus the fact that before, his place would have been right next to you, holding your hand, cherishing you. Not longing for you from afar. He saw as you stood outside a daycare center, watching the children play. He had wanted to start a family with you, once he had secured his role in the movie, he was going to ask you to marry him that night, but apparently he was not good enough.

He wondered, was the man you were with right now, making you laugh like he had? Did he hold your hand like he always did? Did he wake up and make breakfast for you or tickle you like he had? Did he love you as passionately as he did? The mere thought made him clench his jaw tightly. Was he responsible for your smile now that Zen was deemed unworthy of that task?

His train of thought was broken and he felt his jaw drop. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He saw the child hugging MC, and MC speaking to him affectionately. He was shaking, he wanted to scream, to cry, anything. He was so confused. The little boy had a striking resemblance to him; it was like he was looking into his own crimson eyes. The boy even had the same white hair that his hands were gripping tightly. It was like looking at pictures of him again during the toddler stage.

Slowly, he made his way over. He stood behind, the woman who had crushed him. Completely and utterly destroyed him. He needed answers.

He saw your face ashen as you caught his eyes. He looked at you and the child repeatedly. Gears spinning in his head, it can’t be. There is no way, right? He continued to stare at the child, now shying away from your stares. A series of emotions rushed onto his face, joy, sadness, anger but most of all confusion. Finally, he gathered his nerves and look right at you, your eyes filled to the brim with tears, completely speechless.

“MC, there’s no way right?”

~To be continued~


Jumin:

“Honey, please, would you just tell me what is wrong? Did something happen at work? Why are you in such a terrible mood?” you asked the stoic man who sat across from you at the table, his metallic irises piercing yours as he glared at you. You felt yourself visibly flinch and shrink away from his cold glare.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice?” he spat out angrily. “I saw you today, flirting with the Director of Marketing, you were laughing quite shamelessly at what he said.”

You couldn’t believe your ears, you and Jumin had been engaged for two years now. In the beginning, he was scarily possessive when Elizabeth had run away. He eased up and slowed down and your relationship was amazing. You enjoyed time with each other, felt the love blossom between the two of you, but recently he had been regressing back into his jealous, possessive ways.

“Juju, honey, I promise. I was merely being polite and making small talk- you know that you are the only person my heart beats for, the only person I love so dearly,” you said softly, as you reached for his hand.

He ripped his hand away from yours harshly his eyes were stone cold. “Do I really know that? The Director of Marketing is very well off, you could be spreading your legs for him, for all that I know” he said, his voice laced with such disgust it made you feel as if you had done something wrong.

Tears began to well in your eyes, begging you to come out. No, you were not going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. You merely looked at him, anger radiating off of you, as you were looking face to face with the man that just ripped your heart out and stepped on it like it was utter trash.

It felt like a millennia had passed before either of you said anything. Jumin was the first one to speak, “Perhaps you should leave, MC,” he said, as he turned around. “I need some time.”

You were done. You had given this man everything, and he crushed you. You simply could not do it anymore, the possessiveness, the jealousy, the accusations. It took all of your strength to stand up and walk away, you grabbed a suitcase and threw all of your essential into it and began walking out. You paused momentarily, taking off your engagement ring and placing it on the table, “You want time? Well now you’ve got it because I am done” you said venomously and with that, you walked out and away from the man that claimed your heart.

~

He said he needed time and that was this mistake, one of many he had made that night. When she walked out of his life, he thought that he would be able to locate her easily but she had completely wiped herself off the grid. She must have changed her name and created and alias because even seven couldn’t locate her. Jumin was not giving up, though. Even now, three years later, he still carried her engagement ring in his breast pocket.

He was on the plane, on the way to London, to speak to another potential business client, when he felt his mind wander to her, as it did most of the day. Day in and day out, he poured himself into his work, even giving up Elizabeth to Yoosung. It was completely his fault that she had left; he pushed her away, even throwing grotesque accusations at her. He overheard from his employees that the Director of Marketing was cheating on his wife and had his eyes set on his beloved. When he saw them talking all rational thought left his head and he couldn’t think straight. He knew that you would never betray him like that, you had given him more love and happiness than he deserved, he self-sabotaged everything he had going on and he despised himself for it.

He knew that she belonged to herself and that he could not control her. However, the very thought of losing her made him go insane. Life worked in mysterious ways because in the end he pushed her away and he was still miserable. He was not giving up, though, he would continue searching for her until his very last breath.

The one time that Driver Kim does not accompany him, everything seems do go wrong. He had finished the meeting he had with his business client and he was on his was back to his hotel when the car was having some issues. It seemed that it was going to take three hours for someone to come out and help, seeing that it was rush hour. Jumin’s head was throbbing, his heart was chronically aching but more so today, he decided that since he had no other options he would go for a walk. He was in London, some sight seeing surely would not hurt anyone.

He began walking down the street and came across and ice cream parlor, his mind wandered again to his beloved MC. He remembered how when they had gone on their first date, he insisted on going to a five-star restaurant but she denied. She said that she would pick and that Jumin had to wear casual clothing. Their first date was at an ice cream store, where they simply talked and enjoyed each others company, they then went to a park where they just sat and talked for hours and looked at the clouds. He found himself smiling to himself, missing her dearly.

He kept strolling on, passing a jewelry store, when a necklace caught his eyes. It was very simple, a crescent moon with a heart dangling to the center of the moon. He went into the store and purchased it, pleased with himself because he knew it would look wonderful on MC. She was always very simplistic, finding pleasure in the small things in life, never getting anything too gaudy or over the top. He felt himself cringe, as he remembered what he had said to her before he drove her away, her referred to her as parasitical, a gold digger. He was absolutely ridiculous because MC was anything but so. He felt his head begin to throb once again and the pain in his chest was unbearable at this point.

He spotted a small park across the street and decided to go sit down for a bit and maybe calm down. The park was very small and quaint, surrounded by nature. His mind began to wander to MC, as it had been all day. Oh how he missed her, he was a fool. He was kicking himself when he felt something again his leg. He looked up to see a ball against his leg, as he picked it up he heard the small patter of footsteps.

“Hey, Mister! That’s our ball you can’t steal it” he looked down to see two children running over to him as fast as their tiny legs could take them. The little girl had her raven hair tied in braids and the little boy’s raven hair flounced up and down as he ran over. He felt himself smile, but what struck him the most was that it was as if he was staring into his own eyes, since the children each had a pair of their own silver eyes, he found them absolutely adorable.

Bending down so he was on his knees in front of them, he handed the ball over to them and gently ruffled their hair. “There you go kids, make sure you be careful when you play,” he said to them as he felt himself smile once again softly.

“Woooooah. Hey, mister, you have silver eyes too?” the kids asked him, completely awestruck. “That is so cool” they squealed. “Mommy says that our daddy has silver eyes like us too, I hope we get to meet him one day”

He was about to reply to the children when he felt his heart stop beating. The blood in his veins ran cold, he rubbed his eyes roughly. This… surely this is a dream, right?

“Kids~ what did I tell you about running off?” he knew that melodious voice, he knew the owner of that voice. He turned his head and saw you, looking as beautiful as ever. Your long hair cascading effortlessly down your shoulders, worry painting your features. How was it possible for you to become even more beautiful?

Kids? She got married? Of course, she had gotten married, any man would be lucky to have MC, I should know. He turned his back to her and was about to say something to the children in front of him when they shot out from his arms.

“Mommy! We found out ball, that nice man over there helped us out” they said as they ran over to you. His blood ran cold once more. “Mommy? No way? That cannot be possible, that would mean that…” he thought to himself as he clenched his hand into a fist.

You let out a laugh and he felt his heart squeeze. He missed your laugh; it was one of his favorite sounds in the world. He craves for your smile and to feel your lips against his. “Well guys, let’s be polite and go say thank you to the kind sir” he heard you say, as he turned around.

He saw as his eyes met yours, the surprise on your face. He saw the color drain from your face completely. He saw a flash of anger that crossed your eyes. What pained him the most was the pain that was blatantly obvious on your face, seeing him caused you so much pain that he saw you physically flinch.

A whirlwind of emotions were flowing inside him for the first time in 3 years, he clenched his heart, eyes pleading with MC, begging her to say something, anything.

~To be continued~


Seven:

He was spiraling, regressing at a rapid rate. It all started a few days ago. Seven had been sitting at home for nearly a week, you decided to take him outside, so see that new scary movie and maybe look at the stars together. Honestly, you’d watch grass grow if you could be with Saeyoung.

He was in a better mood, happy to finally get a break from work and he always loved date night. Unfortunately, he was a secret agent and happiness was always short lived. Someone from another agency who was not too happy with Saeyoung, they grabbed you and shoved you to the ground.

Fists flew and there was shouting, the next thing you knew was that Saeyoung was carrying you up into your shared home. He gently placed you on the bed as he began cleaning your wounds. His shoulders began to shake as he broke down sobbing, apologizing endlessly. 

You grabbed his face and peppered it with kisses, reassuring him that you were strong. This slight plain was nothing than the pain you would be in if you couldn’t be by his side. Maybe that’s where it all went wrong you initially put the idea of not being by his side into his head.

He had gone back to how it was when you were back at Rika’s apartment. In fact, he might be even colder than he was back then. It was like the past two years of you two being together had not even happened. Whenever you would say something to him, he would give you cold responses, he even stopped going to bed with you. He simply did not sleep or slept in his workroom.

It was starting to drive you insane. You had enough, you stomped into his room as he gave you another cold glance and went back to typing rapidly. “Saeyoung, what is going on? Why do you insist on pushing me away?” you asked, pleasing your voice to stop shaking.

Sighing, he stood up and threw his headphones down, “Honestly, I’m getting tired of you, MC. You always nag me, bother me and harass me. You’re constantly smothering me! I feel suffocated in my own god damn home.” He yelled.

 You cursed yourself, as you felt yourself flinch at his harsh words. You knew this was a tactic, for him to just push you away. At least you hoped it was. Anxiety ate away at you sometimes, wondering if he meant anything that he said to you when he was like this.

You gathered yourself, feigning confidence, “Saeyoung please, I love you. I know that you’re just doing this to push me away. I love you more than anything in the world…please” you said, your voice breaking.

He let out a vicious laugh, and looked at you, his eyes hard. You nearly whimpered at the person before you, surely this wasn’t your lovely seven, this guy seemed to despise you. “See here’s the thing MC, I don’t think I love you. Not anymore. In fact, I don’t think I ever did, I think it was just that you were the shiny new toy in the RFA. I had to watch you and yeah I noticed that you had a nice ass that I could tap, but love? Don’t flatter yourself” a grim smile, plastered on his face.

Tears were now freely running down your face. The pain was bone crushing, you were left trying to catch your breath. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Was everything a lie? He never loved me? It was one sided this entire time? It would have hurt less if he had slapped you. 

“Well, since you clearly don’t feel the same, let me do you the favor of leaving. So I don’t bother you anymore.” You said quietly. You went into your shared bedroom and gathered your things. You went back into the workroom and quietly took off the pendant that Saeyoung had given you and left.

The wind was harsh, but the cold front that Seven had was worse. Being heartbroken was utterly unbearable. Sobs escaped you as you flagged down a taxi. You left the man that you loved more than anything in the world. Never looking back, hoping that maybe someday he would be happy, even if that meant it wasn’t with you.

~

It was for the best, he thought to himself. That day when his enemies had hurt her, he saw red. He was causing her pain, putting her in danger. He loved her more than anything, but she deserved better. She deserved a happy stable husband that can take her out on dates without the risk of being mauled and beaten. 

He was genuinely surprised when she had actually gotten up and left. Isn’t that what he wanted? He said some vulgar things to you, things that were not even remotely true. He watched as you got into a taxi and drove away. He knew this was for the best, that you deserved better, that you could do so much better than him.

He knew. Too bad he was a selfish bastard. Three weeks had gone by and he was out of tears. His heart was clenching with unbearable pain. He gave up and decided to go find her. To his surprise, it seemed that she did not want to be found. She watched as she bounced from taxi to taxi, confusing him. He was going mad, unable to even see her through CCTV’s. He had the love of his life, in his arms and he pushed her away. He fell back, tears stinging at his eyes once more. He deserves this, to be unhappy; she was always too good for him. He had hurt her so he would live life miserably knowing that he caused all of this.

It has been three years and not a day goes by where he doesn’t think of MC. He reverted back to his 707 persona, acting like everything was okay, when it most certainly was not. Alas, he was travelling and that always took his mind off of things. He had to fly over to New York, to see the launch of some fancy new tech. During the plane ride, he couldn’t help but think of you, as he felt the cold metal of his pendant against his chest. A harsh reminder to him everyday of what he had lost. 

New york was busy and bustling, just how he liked it. No one knew him here and no one cared. He attended the tech launch and was bored out of his mind. He decided to make his way over to a diner to grab some food as he smiled to himself softly. You would so proud of me MC, I’m having a meal that doesn’t entail hbc or phd pepper.

He pulled out his laptop, and began finishing up some last minute work for Vanderwood. Well, he tried too. His mind kept wandering to you, how much he searched for you and hoped to see you just even it was a small glimpse. Groaning, he pulled up all of the security footage in the entire state of New York, it was a long shot but he ran a facial recognition scan through all of the security footage.

He knew it would take a while, he sat and patiently waited, trying so very hard to not get his hopes up. His hopes to find you, because what were the chances that you were here? His thoughts were filled to the brim with you, the first time you kissed, the first time he laid eyes on you, he always knew, you were the one. 

There was no one else for him. He loved you so dearly but he’d rather be alive and well if it meant you couldn’t be by his side. He jumped as he heard his laptop ping quietly. No way. You were here, in New York.

He saw that you worked at a office building on the other side of town and that you would be leaving in an hour and a half. He quickly paid his bill and bolted out of the restaurant. He hailed a taxi and gave him the address. His heart was pounding and he felt a sudden rush of adrenaline. He could see her. He didn’t even need to talk to her. He just wanted to silently watch her and make sure she was all right, that she was happy. 

The taxi finally pulled up next to the large office building, just in time to see her walking out. Seven pulled his hood over his head and kept his eyes low and rounded the corner. He watched her as she walked outside, looking as radiant as ever. She was older and more beautiful than he could ever imagine. To his irritation, he saw that she walked outside with one of her male coworkers, who seemed to be hitting on her. She politely smiled and declined, seven felt his heart swell with happiness.

He knew that he shouldn’t hold her back and that he should be happy for her. He was the one that ruined things between them. He quietly followed her, longing for her as she went on with the rest of her day.

He watched her, she seemed more voluptuous than before, curves that turned him on more than anything. It took him everything he had to not grab her butt everytime it caught his eye. She had cut her long hair, and it was now shoulder length, she always had a baby face but this made her look even younger. He watched has her locks bounced with every step she took. 

They turned into a residential area, he jumped when he heard her groan. She paused briefly and seven bent down to pretend to tie his shoe. He heard her curse as she pulled off her heels, and held them in her hands as she resumed her pace. He laughed silently to himself, looks like some things never change.

He watched as she walked into a nearby park, filled with a few kids. He was surprised to hear her yelling and even more surprised when he saw a child run into her arms. She fell back laughing, smothering the child with kisses, as she did to him once. His heart stopped beating. The child had red hair and his own amber eyes, even more so the child was wearing glasses. He began to shake, there was no way this could be right? Surely God was this cruel?

Deep down, he knew the answer. He just didn’t want to admit it to himself. That child was his, born from the love he and MC had. His heart swelled in love and affection when his breath hitched in his throat. I abandoned MC, while she was pregnant with our child. I’m a fucking monster. 

He fell to his knees groaning, grabbing his shirt, the pain in his chest unbearable. “S-Saeyoung?” his head snapped up to look straight into MC’s. She held the child to her, and he was the spitting image of Saeyoung. He looked at the child and back at MC. His brain trying to find the words to say, what on earth could he say?

His heart shattered when he heard her inhale. Tears were flowing gently down her cheeks heartbreak was prevalent on her face, engraved in her eyes. He couldn’t say anything; he just stared at her. He was the cause of all of this. He came, crashing into her life, creating a mess and then simply leaves and here he was once again creating a mess. He was terrible for her, but he wanted, more than anything. He never stopped loving her, not even for a second, he wanted to be a part of his sons life, but he simply could not find the words to say.   

“Mommy? Why are you sad?” the tiny redhead said as he wiped MC’s tears, shooting a tiny glare at Seven.

 He felt his heart swell with pride. Ah yes son, good job protect your mother. The worst thing for her in this world is me.

~To be continued~


V:

You were constantly living in her shadow. She tormented and tortured V for years. Abusing him so severely that he still was under the impression that he owed her something. It made you feel sick. You tried to not let that bother you but it was certainly weighing down on your relationship with V.

How could he still even think of her? That bitch? That’s why when he accidentally called you, “Rika” your blood ran cold. You couldn’t help the tears that began pooling in your eyes as you looked at your lover.

He didn’t even realize his mistake; he just kept on talking, as if nothing had happened. He looked and saw that you were on the verge of tears, “MC, I apologize, I was simply confused for a second…” he tried to explain.

“Is that all I am for you V, a replacement for Rika? Because from where I stand she will always be your number one and I can’t keep being beat by some woman that treated you so poorly. Not when I love you this much,’’ you said as you began sobbing into your hands.

 Loving him was becoming way too painful, you couldn’t help your selfishness, “V, I’m sorry but I don’t think you love me.” His jaw dropped as he watched you get up and grab your things. You quickly packed your bags, willing yourself to not cry. You were the one who was ending things, why was it so painful?

You grabbed your things and made your way to the door. You paused momentarily and looked back at the blue haired man sitting on the couch. He was staring at his hands, thinking silently. “Goodbye V.” and like that you were gone. 

You made your way outside, looking back. Leaving behind the man you loved more than anything in the world. Tears began falling rapidly down your face once again. There’s no way he’s going to come after me-he still loves her.

~

He failed Rika once and now he failed you. I don’t think you love me. Those words have haunted him for the past three years. He loved you more than anything, more than he ever loved Rika, but he still ended up hurting you. 

Seeing you in tears had broken him. He never wanted to be the cause of your sadness, of your tears, but he always was. He was frustrated, angry with himself for letting the love of his life out of his reach. He wanted to run after you, beg you not to leave, that you held a far more special place in his heart thank Rika ever did. You were his soul mate, his life partner. But how could he?

 He didn’t deserve you. You were leaving him and he would let you. If that is what it meant for you to be happy, for tears to stop flowing down your face, then he would suffer so that you could be happy. 

He did his best to get his mind off of you. The travelled constantly, pouring himself into his work, not coming back to Korea in 3 years. Was it successful? Not in the least. On every adventure he went on, the more he missed you. The late night phone calls or him constantly sending you pictures, hell he still bought you a souvenir from every place he visited.

He was back in town finally, for the first time in years. He wondered if you were happy? Had you moved on, did you love someone else now? Were they treating you right? He felt his heart throb at the thought of you being loved by someone other than him. He endured it though, if someone were more qualified to love you then he would graciously hand you over.

He started at the suitcase full of souvenirs that he brought back for you. Surely things were a bit awkward, but you guys could work at being friends right? He decided that he would go visit you-to deliver the souvenirs since it would be wasteful if he didn’t give them to you. He called Luciel immediately, asking him to track you down.

Luciel picked up right away, “V?! Are you back in Korea? It’s been three years we all thought you died?”

 “Luciel please, can you find MC, I need to talk to her.” V replied calmly.

Luciel’s tone shifted, hardening a bit, “Yeah V, you guys really need to talk. I can’t believe you did that to MC. That’s between you and her, I will text you the address.” And with that the hacker was gone.

He knew the RFA was probably disappointed in him and MC splitting up. He knew things would be weird that’s why he left, without saying a word to anyone. He did not want to force them to choose between him and her. He would simply suffer by himself silently, as he always did.

He made his way to MC’s house and rang the doorbell. His heart was beating considerably fast. He was definitely still enamoured with her. He couldn’t help it, three years was not enough time to forget the love of your life.

 He heard the lock click and the door open, his heart raced even more as he looked into the face of his beloved. She was as beautiful as he remembered. She was so shocked to see him she dropped her phone and covered her open mouth. Various emotions fleeted over her features; anger, happiness and most prominently sadness.

Her eyes welled up with tears as she looked at him. All he wanted to do was confort her like he used to. Just pull her into a crushing hug, whispering sweet nothings into her ears. He gave her a bashful smile, “MC is it alright if I come in? I wanted to talk to you, maybe catch up” 

His smile fell promptly as he saw you gather yourself and shake your head vigorously, “I don’t think that’s a good idea V” He felt his heart shatter, the pain was startling. He was about to rebuttal, when he heard a tiny voice from inside call his attention.

“Mommy? Where’d you go?” “Mommy? Ah, so she did move on” he thought to himself bitterly. He had disappeared for three years, what did he expect? For her to welcome him back with open arms? To have things go back to what they were, her and him hopelessly in love?

He forced himself to swallow the pain that was beginning to build up inside him. He was about to tell her the reason for his visit and excuse himself out of her life once again. When he caught a glimpse of the young boy. He looked at MC, tears now running down his own face.

The child, had his blue hair and MC’s eyes. It was so very clear who the parents of this child were, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to believe it. This is a dream right? There is no way this little boy is my son? That I abandoned MC and missed the first few years of my child’s life?

He looked into MC’s eyes and he felt his eyes plead with hers. Please tell me I didn’t leave you alone like this. The answer was displayed clear as day on her face. He wasn’t surprised, he had hoped it was true and it was. This was their son. Why hadn’t MC said anything to me?

He grabbed her and pulled her into a tight hug, “please MC, tell me what’s going on.”

~to be continued~


Saeran:

You didn’t know what to do and you were complete terrified to your wits end. You had taken a pregnancy test and it came back positive. You were thrilled that you were carrying the being that came from your and Saeran’s love. You were absolutely ecstatic but you were terrified, you had never had this conversation with him before. Hell you didn’t even know if he wanted kids.

You ran to meet him at the ice cream shop, where you went every evening. You caught glimpse of your adorable red headed muffin standing outside, patiently waiting for you. You loved him so much, and he was working so very hard every single day for you. You snuck behind him and hugged him tightly. You felt him exhale and softly laugh, turning around and grabbing your face, bringing your lips to his own.

 You walked in and ordered your usual order, a banana split with your three favorite flavors. Usually you ate inside the parlor, but you insisted on taking a quick walk to the park to sit and eat there, the fresh air would do you both some good right?

Saeran went along with whatever you wanted, ad you sat at the bench, you saw a family with four rambunctious kids walk by. They were all screaming and your heart plummeted, you wondered if that would be you one day. Having a million kids  and hating your life. You cleared your throat, “Oh my gosh, Saeran, look at that family and how many kids they have, isn’t that cute?” you prodded cautiously.

He wrinkled his nose, “You think that’s cute? Kids are totally gross and they seem like their annoying. If you want to deal with someone immature then why not just talk to my brother?” he said as he shoveled another bite of ice cream into his eager mouth.

You lost your appetite completely; he doesn’t want kids? You felt a bit depressed; you wanted a family so very badly. You decided to drop this for now, deciding on the best time to bring it up to him again.

You two walked back home and feel captive to exhaustion. You had slept for a few hours, when you woke up to some noises, pounding to be exact. You woke up and glanced at your phone, the harsh light burning your unadjusted eyes. It was 3am, what on earth? You reached over to ask Saeran if he heard that noise as well, when your hands touched the empty sheets. 

He wasn’t there. You knew what this was. You shot up out of bed and ran to search for him. You found him in the living room, groaning and punching the wall repeatedly. Blood was dripping off his knuckles.

 “Saeran, please honey, it’s me. Come back to bed so I can treat your wounds.” You asked calmly.

 “No. No. NO.” he yelled. “I can’t do this. Pretend that everything is okay and that I am happy. I still feel that bitch in my head and I can’t do this. I can’t be with you. You need to leave.

 You felt your heart drop, “Please Saeran, you don’t mean that, just come on back to bed” you said as you gently reached for him. You felt a sting as he slapped you hand away, tears sprung into your eyes, not from the pain but simply because you were shocked at his cold reaction.  

Don’t tell me what I mean okay? I can’t be with you MC. It’s too hard. Please just leave me alone and get out of my life. I don’t want you anymore; you are just burdening me at this point” he spat angrily.

You were surprised that the tears that threatened to fall hadn’t yet. You looked at him for a few minutes before finally acknowledging it. You couldn’t be there for him. You weren’t helping him. You were making things worse. You went into the room and packed your suitcase, silently, shocked at how composed you were being.

Placing a hand on your stomach protectively, you thought to yourself that maybe this was for the best. If you were so burdensome to him, imagine what the child would be? You would suffer as much as you could but there was no way you were going to let Saeran or this child suffer. You had failed him in loving him, and you would regret it forever.

 You heaved the backpack on your shoulders, and looked at him once more. Looking at the man that held your heart, your entire being. “Saeran, I am so sorry I failed you. I hope you find happiness, I will love you forever” you turned and walked out of the apartment. The tears that you were holding back finally released themselves, your shoulders shook as you cried for your love that just ended. Maybe it wasn’t meant to be. You know what they say, “if you love something, set it free, if its meant to be it will come back.” Please god, let Saeran come back to me.

~

He knew he fucked up. Saeyoung knew he fucked up. Hell even Elizabeth knew he fucked up. He sent her away, the love of his life. All because he felt himself relapse for a tiny bit. When they had gone to the park, he felt so much love for her it scared him, he watched families pass them by and longed for that. He looked forward to the day that he and MC could start a family of their own.

She must have caught him staring because she asked him about kids and he shot the idea down immediately. He didn’t want to worry her or have her think that he was pressuring her into starting a family. He wanted to first get better, before even thinking about that.

He had so many issues to work out, he did not even know if he was qualified to be a father but he wanted to try so that he could be happy with you. Well that was before he messed up and pushed you away. The emotions that he had for you were overflowing, and he was constricted. He was scared. You held the power to destroy him, break his heart and that terrified him. So what did he do? He broke his own heart, and unfortunately yours in the process.

He hoped that you moved on, and finally found someone that cherished you and gave you everything you deserved. Everything he couldn’t give you. That was a lie. He secretly hoped that after all these years, you still wanted him, that you loved him like he loved you.

He tried so hard to find you, but he couldn’t. All of the leads and trails you had left came up dry, it seemed like you didn’t want to be found. Saeran couldn’t blame anyone but himself and he shut down. He knew his brother was getting worried, especially when he surprised Saeran with tickets for them to visit Tokyo.

He agreed, much to Saeyoung’s surprise. He needed something, anything to get his mind off of the throbbing pain in his chest. He felt frustrated that he couldn’t find MC; he hated himself for ever letting her go, for hurting her so badly. He would endure it because surely MC put up with worse when she was with him.

They got on the plane when he noticed Saeyoung was acting weird. He cast him a sideway glare, “What’s wrong with you idiot brother? Why are you acting so odd-well more odd than usual at the very least” he asked suspiciously.

Saeyoung looked at him and winked, “Oh~ don’t mind me. I am just excited to go on a family vacation” “Yeah right” Saeran thought to himself, “this guy is up to something.”

He felt himself, drift of, thinking once again of his beloved MC, back to a time when things were good and happy. When she was his.

He felt someone shove him roughly, and he opened his eyes angrily, glaring at the perpetrator. “Come on brother, we’re here sleepy head” Saeyoung chirped cheerfully. He made his way down the steps stretching, taking in the flashing lights of the city. He followed Saeyoung silently, through the streets, maneuvering their way to their destination.

You both had finally reached your destination, an onsen. Saeran glared at his brother angrily, “What the hell stupid brother? We past like 8 onsens that were much nicer than this dump, are you telling me that we travelled all this way for this place?”

Saeyoung looked at his brother lovingly, and hugged him. Saeran was taken aback and fought the urge to shove him away, “Just trust me brother, go to that house over there across the street, just knock on the door and I don’t know ask to borrow some sugar or something” he replied glibly, as he grabbed all the luggage and hauled them inside the beat up hotel.

Begrudgingly, Saeran did as he was told, he knocked on the door and waited for a response. He didn’t hear anything so he knocked once more becoming impatient, hating that he was the butt of his brother’s joke.

He was about to turn and leave when he heard the door slowly creak open. He looked down two see two little girls, look up at him. They were about three or four years old with shocks of red hair mopping the tops of their heads. He thought they were absolutely precious, which was surprising because he usual shied away from kids.

“Can I help you with something Mister? Our mommy said she would be right over” the girls asked simultaneously. He smirked, as he knelt down, looking at them affectionately. “You guys are twins right? I know this because me and my id- brother are twins too and when we were your age we said everything at the same time” he said with a soft grin.

“Woah really Mister? That’s so cool! Everyone here makes fun of us because we have red hair like our daddy. No one likes playing with us at the park so we always play together” the little girl said. He felt his heart clench. He knew exactly how sad it was to be ostracized and left out.

“Hey hey, don’t tell anyone I told you this, but only the coolest kids have red hair” he said winking to the girls, as the squealed. He pulled his beanie off and said, “See even I have red hair just like you guys!”

The girls were ecstatic, clapping their hands happily as they touched his hair. He felt a warm aura surround him, a happy aura on that he used to experience when he spent time with MC. He was distracted playing with the little girls on the steps of their house.

He didn’t even sense the presence standing behind him; he didn’t hear their footsteps approach. He only heard them whisper their name, “S-Saeran?” He froze, rubbing his ear because surely he must have misheard right?

He looked up at the lips that had just uttered his name. He knew those lips, he had heard so many sounds from those lips, felt them against his own. What where they doing here? He was so confused. Surely this was a dream right? There’s no way MC would be standing in front of him.

The children notice her behind him and their eyes lit up. “Mommy!” they squealed as they clung onto MC, yammering about the nice man that was playing with them. She smiled at them affectionately before looking back to stare at Saeran. Wait mommy? If they called her mommy then that would mean that I-. There is no way, absolutely not. This is not happening.

Saeran ears were filled with the sound of his blood rushing rapidly. There were so many things going through his mind right now. MC had his child, and took care of it herself? Not one but two kids, all by herself.

His face paled, and his hands began to shake. He looked at her, tears filling his eyes. He didn’t know what to do.

Saeran wai-” he heard MC call after him. He didn’t know what to do, what to think, what do say. So he did the only thing he could do. He ran.

~to be continued~


WHOOOO. HOLY SHIT THIS TOOK ME NINE HOURS TO WRITE TF. AND I DID IT IN ONE SITTING KILL ME So I just want to thank you lovely amazing people for going thru and reading this. Seriously, props because this was long af. If you read all of the fics teh DAYUM GOOD JOB SON. Let me know what you guys think about the little ficlets :D As always, thanks for reading this <3 Also I apologize, but the longer I wrote it the lazier I became, as you can tell some of the fic kinda suck in comparison to the other hehehe pls don’t kill me

Being Renessmee's Twin Includes
  • Rosalie: I'm naming her Bella. I will not allow you to butcher and mesh two more names. Her name is Carlie. Deal with it.
  • Carlie: Why can't I fight with you and momma papa? I want to show the Volturi that I'm not a scared little girl. Anyone threatens to kill my family, I refuse to run away
  • Bella: Carlie, how many times have I told you? No throwing knifes in the house. You could hurt Renessmee or yourself. Be more careful.
  • Emmett: C'mon kiddo. I'll teach you how to fight.
  • Jasper: *scoffs* It'd be best if I teach her. You get frustrated too easily Emmett.
  • Carlise: Carlie, your growth is more rapid than Renessmee's. Your genes must be slightly different from hers. It could be an attribution to a power we haven't discovered yet.
  • Esme: It's so sweet of you to help me make dinner for you and Renessmee. I feel like you and I hardly get any time together. Renessmee's always off with either her parents or Jacob and you keep to yourself most of the time. Just know that I'm here if you ever want to talk to someone sweetie. You are my grandbaby afterall.
  • Edward: Your mother and I don't love Renessmee more than you Carlie. We love you both equally. She just relies on us more than you. You've always been more independent than your sister.
  • Carlie: I'm more independent because you and mom are always with her and Aunt Rose takes care of me. But whatever. I don't care anymore. She'll be stuck here in Forks and you all will have to leave eventually and I will travel the world once I reach an acceptable age growth.
  • Bella: Where have you been Carlie?! You've been gone for three whole days! What on earth are you wearing?!
  • Carlie: *sighs* Relax mom. I went to Comic Con in San Diego and cosplayed as Harley Quinn. I went to have some fun. Geez, it's like your trying to keep me trapped with you forever since Renessmee started solely hanging out with Jacob. I bet you really hate that imprint now cause you finally have to pay attention to your other daughter.
  • Alice: Carlie, come shopping with me. We never spend any girl time together since you started buying your own clothes.
  • Carlie: But there's a Gotham marathon on today. How about I go shopping with you tomorrow then?
  • Jasper: *watching the Romanian aired teach you how to fight and use weapons from a window in the house because Bella and Edward forbid him from teaching her himself* I don't see what the problem was with them Alice. I have no urge to drink wither of the girls blood and I adore Carlie. I should be teaching her how to fight, not those barbaric two.
  • Alice: I know Jas. But she finally made some friends that weren't a part of our family. Renessmee has Jacob and that's all she needs. Carlie is free to expand herself unbound to anyone. We don't want to smother the girl by crowding her all the time.
  • Rose: I can't believe Bella never told you about periods. Oh wait, I can. Look Carlie, you have nothing to fear. It's completely natural.
  • Carlie: I HATE IT! I FEEL HORRIBLE ALL THE TIME AND I KEEP CRAVING CHEESECAKE AND CHEETOS!
  • Jacob: Why do you hate me Carlie? I never did anything to you.
  • Carlie: *rolls eyes and scoffs* Exactly. I hardly even know you and you're the guy my sister is bound to for life. You've hardly ever acknowledged me before. You've hardly ever spokento me and you have no interest in anyone but my sister. I don't like you because I know that the imprint you have with my sister isn't how you really are or were before my mom even started screwing with your life.
  • Bella: How can you say such a thing Carlie?!
  • Carlie: Oh please. Shut up mom. You know I'm right. You only support that imprint because now, Jacob will forever be within your grasp. Just because you chose not to have him all those years ago doesn't mean you get to keep him around when he's moved on with his life.
  • Renessmee: Will you be my maid of honor?
  • Carlie: I haven't seen or heard from you in nearly four years sis. And frankly I don't want to go to your wedding at all. You know your marriage won't end well. You're in love with Nahuel and whether you admit it or not, you don't feel the same pull if the imprint like you used to. Stop dragging Jacob along. Stop your relationship with him and decide what you want. God, you are worse than our mother. Make up your freaking mind.
  • Leah: I didn't think it would be possible, but I am actually best friends with someone who shares half her DNA with Bella Cullen.
  • Carlie: Oh hush. I'm nothing like my mother and you know it. Now shut up so I can hear Tom Hiddleston say "mewling quim."
  • Seth: Are you sure about this Carlie?
  • Carlie: Yes, for the thousandth time. I love you and I refuse to be bound to someone I met only once. I fell in love with you and that is what I've always wanted. To fall in love, not be bound by fate to become whatever my mate pleases.
Ben Solo “lost” the  Millennium Falcon  A Star Wars Theory

We do not know a lot about Ben Solo’s past nor do we know exactly how Han Solo lost his beloved Falcon. 

By the time we get to Bloodline (6 years before TFA), Han has already lost the Falcon. There is no mention of how this happens in the book from Leia’s perspective. So we are just left with the information Rey gives Han. 

She took it from Plutt who took it from the Irving boys who took it from someone known as Gannis Ducain.

So, how would one steal Han Solo’s ship from him? I would think it would be pretty damn hard considering Han has had it forever. 

We do not know what age Ben went to train with Luke or as Leia put it when she sent him away. One would assume Ben was a young teen at least. Han and Ben had a strained relationship. 

Evidence:

Adam Driver– “If you really imagine the stakes of him, in his youth, having all these special powers and having your parents kind of be absent during that process on their own agendas, [being] equally as selfish,” said the Girls star. “He’s lost in the world that he was raised in, and feels that he was kind of abandoned by the people that he’s closest with. He’s angry because of that, I think, and he has a huge grudge on his shoulders.”

In the junior novelization, there is this sentence

He would’ve given everything for his son to be normal - like him.

That’s pretty heavy when you really think about it. I’m pretty sure Ben would have been aware of how his father felt even if he didn't say this directly to him. Ben is a Force user, it is reasonable to assume he can sense his father’s feelings. 

When Han dies, he forgives Ben. 

Han forgave his son for what he had done. He prayed someday his son would forgive him in turn. 

What was Han wanting forgiveness for? Not being there for Ben (being absent), wanting a son who wasn’t Force sensitive?

Well, yes both of these things but I think there is more to this line in the book than meets the eye. 

This brings me to my theory, and there is no canon evidence for this at all. It is pure speculation. 

In the movie, Ben says “Your son is gone.” “He was weak and foolish like his father, so I destroyed him.” 

Now, isn’t that something? Ben recognizes he was like his father, probably because he looked up to him (as most sons do) they want their father’s acceptance and he wasn’t getting it. Han would leave, Ben felt abandoned

What does Han love aside from Leia and Ben? The Falcon. 

What would Han most likely use as a means for travel? The Falcon. 

As a child or young teenager, you direct your anger irrationally because you are young and you don’t understand, why your father would leave you. That maybe he loves being gone and the Falcon more than he loves you. So what would a son of Han Solo do? 

Get rid of the Falcon. 

Yup, that’s the theory/speculation I have for how the Falcon was “stolen” from Han Solo. 

How Ben managed to pull it off that, I can’t really tell you. I could headcanon that all day long. But perhaps he made it so Ducain could “steal” it. Maybe Ben was supposed to keep an eye on it? Or one day, Ben an expert pilot taught by his father (according to the SW databank)  finally had enough and took it– getting rid of it. 

In any headcanon case, it causes Han Solo to lose it on his son. The words he harbored but never spoke out loud spilled from his mouth to his son. He wished he was normal etc., crushing an already troubled Ben Solo. There is no doubt in my mind Han, and Ben had a huge falling out around the time Leia sent Ben away. Leia says it is this moment that she lost both her son and husband. 

Han probably left, because he couldn’t deal with the guilt of what he had said to Ben. Then when he fell to the Darkside, Han blamed himself. 


There are FOUR telling looks Han Solo gives leading up to the confrontation with Ben. The first is when he sees Ben take Rey. The second is when Leia says, she believes there’s still light in him. The third is when she tells him to bring Ben home. Finally the fourth, when he watches Ben pass by right before he crosses the bridge. 

Han is so reluctant and guilt-ridden in these scenes. He knows/thinks his son “hates him” I suspect based on the rhyming of the Star Wars trilogies, that the “I hate you” line Anakin gives Obi-Wan was also screamed at Han Solo by his son Ben in their final confrontation. Of course Ben does not hate his father, its written all over his face after he’s done the unthinkable. In the novels, it says the act has weakened him. There is a mountain of evidence pointing towards regret, not to mention all of the promotion material depicting him for TLJ.  

Paraphrasing –Adam Driver says “Patracide isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.” “His external scars are as much as the internal ones.” Rian Johnson “Han will be very present in TLJ when it comes to Kylo Ren.” 

Ben wanted to hate his father because his father broke his heart. He was being torn apart. He wanted to be free of this pain. The pain of wanting to come home even though he was wounded by his father’s words/actions. Knowing what he’s been doing is wrong but believing it was too late for him. He had become what they always suspected- what Han suspected he would. 

The best thing about this theory--  If Ben is responsible for the Falcon’s disappearance, then he is also responsible for it getting into Rey’s hands, thus leading her and his father to him.  That is poetic 

Even if this is not the case– and Ben had nothing to do with the disappearance of the Falcon I am almost positive something happened between him and Han and whatever it was probably wasn’t pretty. And I do believe that is what led Leia to send Ben to Luke. There most definitely was a falling out of sorts. 

I hope that we see Ben and Han’s strained relationship in a flashback of some sort in TLJ. 

anonymous asked:

when do sasuke and sakura become a couple? (NarutoCouples' wikia said that sakura said she was with sasuke. So, what time frame's does that match?) How do you think they became a couple? (Sakura confessed again and he accepted? In that case, how did he? Sasuke thinks more than he speaks or confesses IMO.). When do sasuke fall in love with her? I try to connect SS relationship between 699 n 700 since kishimoto didn't do much about it

They became a couple sometime soon after Sasuke returned to the village at the conclusion of Sasuke Shinden. I don’t really think that Sakura confessed again and he accepted, and I don’t think that Sasuke confessed either, because neither would be necessary. He knew how Sakura felt, so I think that prior to him leaving again to continue his journey, he’d give Sakura the green light to join him if she wished, and she obviously did. So during their travels, I can just see them moving forward slowly as a couple - hand holding would turn into hugs, which would turn into kisses on the forehead (by Sasuke) or cheeks (by Sakura), which would then eventually turn into kisses on the lips and so on.

After a while of behaving like a couple and all but saying it explicitly, I can then see Sakura telling Sasuke that she loves him again, but not really as a confession, because they had basically been a couple already for a few weeks. This time, Sakura would say it simply because she wanted to, and Sasuke would likely say that he knows, with a slight blush on his face ^_^

interropunct  asked:

for that ask game: pynch and blusey!!

What ask game? THIS ASK GAME!

Asdfghjkl I love this so muchhhh, thank you for sending the best ships in the world, babe. I can’t contain myself so each of the replies will have a little fantasy that I associate with the assignment~~~

Nowww…

  • Werewolf: Adam, Hunter: Ronan.
    The Scenario: Adam has been on the run for a year, after being bitten as the culmination of a life of hardship (he’s such an hungry, angry, starved animal~~~). Ronan was born and raised in a family linked to the supernatural world, but has sworn revenge upon the creatures of the night since his father has been killed.
    When this hunter comes for this werewolf, both of their lives will change.
    Werewolf: Gansey, Hunter: Blue.
    The Scenario: Blue is frankly no sure what would bring any sane werewolf to knock at the door of a house of hunters. When Gansey starts blabbering about finding the reliquia of the First Hunter and his brother the First Werewolf with their help, she quickly reassess her judgment. The dude is evidently crazy

  • Merman: Adam, Fisherman: Ronan
    The Scenario: Everyone in the little harbour town of Henrietta knows that you’re not supposed to get close to Cabeswater Rock, sacred to the God of the Sea and home to His sons and daughters. However, Ronan always dares to get his boat a bit too close to the shores, for just a glimpse of the disconcerting, disdainful face of the merman that likes to sunbathe on the South shore…
    Merman: Gansey, Fisherwomen: Blue
    The Scenario: Gansey is very obsessed with the human world and keeps following Blue around, even though Blue is a Very Sensible Fisherwomen. She knows that you should NOT mingle with merfolks because they bring trouble and they tend to have hidden aims, but this merman can be…sort of fascinating…in the rare moment he’s not being a complete idiot, of course.

  • Wizard: Adam, Familiar: Ronan
    The Scenario: Getting a raven from the Familiar Ritual in the stone circle was a pretty cool catch for Adam. The fact that Ronan has a bit of an attitude (like a lot of a bit) and has a sharply handsome, vaguely handsy humanoid form is a totally different business. 
    Wizard: Gansey, Familiar: Blue
    The Scenario: As if being born without any real magical power is not a humiliation enough, Blue ends up paired with this insanely, unfairly powerful new wizard. She’s supposed to be his assistant or something, teach him the way since she knows more about magic in theory than him, but being called his familiar is a damn MUCH, okay???

  • Barista: Ronan, Coffee Addict: Adam
    The Scenario: When it’s finals times at Ivy League, it does help if the barista at your favourite coffee shop lets you stay there for 8 hours in the most secluded booth and keeps bringing you coffee just like you drink it. Adam might be getting a bit smitten, but maybe it’s just sleep deprivation. 
    Barista: Blue, Coffee Addict: Gansey
    The Scenario: The first fact is that Gansey is insomniac. The second fact is that he stopped cared about it and just grind through life with 3 hours of maximum sleep a day. The third fact is that he’s so beyond caring that he even drinks coffee and now is a vicious cycle. Then his favourite coffee shop hires a new barista and Blue is apparently having none of his bullshit. 

  • Professor: Adam, TA: Ronan.
    The Scenario: When Prof. Parrish appointed him as his TA, Ronan asked him, literally, what the ever-loving fuck was he thinking. There wasn’t much to dispute with the reply of “I need someone to put my most appalling student in their place the way they deserve and I have a reputation, Lynch. Keep glaring, you’ll be fine”. Also, Parrish is hot as fuck.
    Professor: Gansey, TA: Blue.
    The Scenario: Gansey is a really young archeology professor and Blue is the fiercest, boldest, most brilliant student he has ever brought in excavation with him. She is more than knowledgeable, she can see beyond the theory and beyond the practice to see the connections. Of course she’s his TA, he wouldn’t get anyone else this close to his course.

  • Knight: Adam, Prince: Ronan
    The Scenario: Declan had forced him, but Ronan doesn’t really want this knight with him for protection and because it’s expected of you to have a guard, Ronan, for God’s sake. Somehow, though, it does help that Adam doesn’t want to be his knight either and they can bite each other’s head off for the whole length of the journey to the neighbouring realm. 
    Knight: Blue, Prince: Gansey
    The Scenario: Blue wanted many things when she became a knight under the King. Being hired by the House of Gansey to go and recover their stupid ass second son after he got himself kidnapped by a goddamn dragon in a crazy quest for legendary tokens is not one of them. She’s gonna rescue his ass just to give him a piece of her mind. 

  • Teacher: Adam, Single Parent: Ronan
    The Scenario: These counseling sessions with Opal’s father about how his daughter is still a bit unruly in class and has the tendency to swap between three languages when stressed are turning in a bit too much of a heartfelt experience, as much as Adam is concerned…
    Teacher: Gansey, Single Parent: Blue
    The Scenario: Blue is not really anyone’s single parent, but at 300 Fox Way everyone over 18 yo is somewhat qualified to be in charge of one of the many little ones. Gansey has some serious misunderstanding about this, but what is he supposed to think when Blue is the only one coming to the little girl parent-teacher meeting? Blue will argue “maybe something else, since Daphne is 9, how old do you think I am???

  • Writer: Ronan, Editor: Adam
    The Scenario: Ronan Lynch is, without doubt, the crown jewel of Glendower Publications. He is also terrible with deadlines, with a cringe-worthy temper and a penchant for going AWOL at the worst possible moments. Adam absolutely refuses to sacrifice his first big editorial job under Ronan’s whims and tempers, though…
    Writer: Blue, Editor: Gansey
    The Scenario: Writing travel books is Blue’s dream, especially because the Publisher pays her expenses to go to all these places with her camera. She would like it so much better it being a writer did not involve so many practicalities. Luckily her editor, Gansey travels with her. Not that he’s so organized himself, but between the two of them they almost make one functioning person. 


And now I want to write ALL OF THEM. Or read all of them. If someone picks up these accidental prompts that I sprouted out, please let me know! :DDDD

otakubarto  asked:

For a fic prompt. Fluffy spa day with Lance and Allura.

Give me the fluff!!!!!!!! I am not all that knowledgeable about spa days or treatments, but I’ll do my best!
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“Lance? Are you sure that this is okay to put on our faces?” Allura looks at the goop in the bowl, eyeing it suspiciously.

“Yes Allura, I will have you know this is my own special blend, and yes it is safe to use.” Lance boasts, taking back the bowl and a scooping out some of the contents and spreading it against her cheek.

Much to Allura’s surprise, it was cold to the touch and felt as if her pores were being frozen yet oddly clearing. “Aaah! It’s frigid! What is it doing?!”

Lance chuckles, continuing to apply the home made face mask “don’t worry Allura, it’s mint.”

“And what does that mean exactly?”

“It means that it’s very strong and if it feels like your pores are breathing in cold are for the first time, it’s doing it’s job. Trust me a little will ya?” Lance laughs out, giving Allura a reassuring smile. Allura merely nods and allows Lance to continue.

Allura tries to sit still as Lance applies the rest of the face mask, opting for looking at some of the Altean hair care bottles to help busy her mind busy from the bursts of intense freshness.

Once Lance was done applying his face mask on Allura he sits in front of her and lets Allura pick up her own concoction of a face mask and apply it to his face. He can’t help but giggle at the tickling feeling that follows every swipe of Allura’s face mask.

“Why does it tickle so much! Hahahahaha!”

Allura smiles at Lance’s unabashed laughter “it’s called staberily; it’s much like your ‘mint’, the more it tickles, the more it’s doing it’s job.”

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Once both masks were applied and timer was set and running, Lance let’s Allura pick out one of the bottles of hair treatments that she had in her bathroom.
Gently, Allura kneads the Altean hair strengthening liquid into Lance’s hair, scratching gently against his scalp, getting a pleased sound from Lance. She applies the treatment liberally, making sure that his hair was fully coated in it. She wraps a towel around his hair to let the treatment set in and get to work.

“Do you want me to do your hair as well?”

“No, it’s quite alright. I use it much more often than you. But thank you.” Allura declines, but easily shifts the conversation to the nail care kit on the counter. “But I’d love to see you ‘mani pedi skills’ I said that right, right?”

Lance chuckles and gladly starts working on Allura’s nails, buffing and filing them to a smooth finish. Proud of his work, Lance happily picks up his collection of nail polish and lays them out before Allura.

“Pick a color! Any color!”

Allura debates with herself for a few seconds before her eyes seem to settle on a particularly bright pink that Lance was proud that he had accomplished making.

“That one! It looks just like a juniberry’s petals!”

Lance gladly grabs it, and then getting a great idea, he also grabs a darker blue as well, much to Allura’s confusion.

“You trust me, right?”

“Yeeeeeesssss? What exactly am I trusting you with?”

“It’s a surprise, just trust me and don’t look down until I’m done, ok?”

Allura looks into Lance’s eyes and all she can see is his determination to do whatever it was he planned. She gives him a curt nod and closes her eyes, offering up her hand to him.

While she can’t see what’s really going on, she can tell that Whatever he’s doing, it has his full concentration, not even saying a peep as he works on her nails. After the first hand, he takes her other hand and apply the same level of concentration on it like the one before. As soon as he was done with that hand he switches back to the first, and lastly goes back to the other.

Allura patiently waits for Lance to tell her to look, a bit anxious about what it was he was working on.

“Okay, you can look!”

Allura opens her eyes and looks down to see that on her nails, against a dark blue background, small little juniberry flowers decorate her nails. so small yet so precise, she’s amazed at the detail in them. She could almost smell them just by looking at them.

“Allura? Are you ok? Do you not like them?”

Allura looks up from her nails and looks at Lance for the first time since he said she could look.

“Yes, I’m alright.”

“It’s just that….you’re crying.”

Allura attempts to touch her cheeks, but immediately stops midway, scared of messing up the beautiful designs Lance worked so hard on. She lowers her hand, and gives him a watery smile.

“Yes. Yes I’m fine. They’re happy tears. These are beautiful Lance, absolutely extraordinary. I love them.”

Lance gives her a warm smile, one unlike the one he would give her at first. Before, they were boisterous and fake; but this one is full of familial love and kindness and happiness.

Just then the timer goes off for their masks and breaking the touching moment. Both laugh off any tension left as they move over back to the tub to wash off their masks and Lance’s hair treatment.

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Both of them are sitting on the couch, Allura still admiring her nails as Lance plays with her hair, weaving braids through her hair. Each enjoying the silence that they sit in.

It was Allura that finally broke the silence, “how did you learn how to do this Lance? It’s spectacular.”

“My sister, Maria, she’s a nail artist. She makes crazy and amazing art on her nails that would put my work to shame. god, you should see some of the stuff she’s created on her nails. She once made the most bejeweled nails I’ve ever seen anyone work such dazzling nails! Anyways, she would teach me how to do some of the more simpler stuff because all of our younger sisters wanted that kind of stuff on their nails too. And I just got really good at it.”

Allura hums in agreement, still looking at her nails in the low lighting.

“I think your sisters would be very proud of you. Thank you Lance.”

Lance smiles and continues to braid Allura’s hair, glad that they could enjoy themselves today.
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Ta da! There you go! I hope you like!

anonymous asked:

Do you know anything about that love letter that appears on Diane Blair's papers? Was it from Bill to Hillary? If it was, it looks like they were apart, maybe not speaking to each other. I don't know, it looks so mysterious. Sometimes it feels like Bill was only writing it to himself and not really wanting to send it, but other times I feel like Hillary was angry at him and that if she didn't appear on that place it was all over. Why would Diane have it? Do you have an opinion on all of this?

That’s always been something of a mystery to me too. I wish it had an exact date on it to gather a little more context, but it was supposedly during the mid 70s because the letterhead is the same one Bill was using around that time. So we know they were away from each other a fair amount during those years as Hillary was in Massachusetts and then in Washington, but then if he was hoping she would meet him the next day like he writes then she can’t have been too far away. It’s strange. I also have no idea why it ended up in Diane Blair’s possession, that has always seemed mysterious to me too so I’m sorry I don’t have a better answer to give on that! The only theory I’ve ever managed to come up with is that it was passed either from Bill (unsent) to Diane, or from Hillary after receiving it to Diane, for a reason completely unrelated to the letter itself. Maybe she was sharing the photograph that was attached and the letter ended up left with her along with it perhaps.

Now this may be an unpopular opinion…but I have wondered if it was even to Hillary at all. It’s been reported on different occasions as ‘a love letter from Bill to Hillary’ and ‘a love letter from Bill to an unnamed woman one year into his marriage’ so it seems like there’s no definite conclusion. As much as I really hope the second description isn’t the accurate one (and it certainly would have been odd for Diane to have kept it if that were the case) there is also a lot that doesn’t quite seem to add up with what exactly the scenario could have been during those years where Bill writing to Hillary while also hoping she would meet with him so soon would make sense. I mean if they were apart then the letter writing would make sense, but she wouldn’t have been able to travel to meet him so quickly as the letter asks (which makes me think it was something that was hand delivered rather than posted long distance, if it was ever delivered at all) And if she were staying close enough to meet him then in all likelihood she would have been staying with him anyway, whereas the letter really gives them impression that the intended recipient was someone he was not coming into contact with on a regular basis. So I’m not sure. It’s definitely a big source of speculation because the whole thing does seem a little off.

13 Days of Outlander - Day 13 Dragonfly in Amber

The last and longest episode of the season and the final day of our 13 Days of Outlander/A Month of Outlander (and the anniversary of the battle of Culloden). This episode is a bit of a mixed bag for me with my opinions and favorites about it changing every time I watch it. 

Favorite Scene: Claire and Roger sharing whisky. This is consistently my favorite scene though I do occasionally like to torture myself with the farewell at Craigh na Dun. The double meaning to what Claire is saying and thinking compared to what Roger takes her meaning to be and the heart-wrenching grief behind his question is just so touching. It goes a long way to establishing their sense of one another, their recognition of their understanding of one another, and I think the seeds of why he’s willing to give her the benefit of the doubt later are sown here. Plus it’s the scene that solidifies…

Favorite Performance: Rik Rankin as Roger Wakefield. I have a really hard time with Roger in the first few books where he plays a significant role but from the first few scenes of Rankin inhabiting the character I was completely won over. There’s a subtlety to his performance that just isn’t there on the page and having Rankin in mind is making rereading through those difficult Roger passages in the books much easier. I mean, he hits the somber and sorrowful notes in his scene with Claire (where he is easily his most vulnerable) but then turns around and has the best reactions to Bree’s meltdown at her mother once she learns the truth; and after hearing Claire’s story he performs as a mediator between mother and daughter with surprising skill and charm.

Favorite Music Moment: Geillis’ speech. As with my favorite scene, this is a favorite that tends to change but I have to give the edge to Geillis’ speech because I find myself skipping ahead to the White Roses of Scotland track more than others. 

Favorite Location: Culloden Moor. Habit tends to push me towards Lallybroch but in this instance, seeing it all run down and roofless, it isn’t my favorite; Lallybroch can only be my favorite when it’s thriving and full of life. Instead I find myself preferring the gorgeous shots of Culloden Moor. It’s so open and yet somber but without bringing up the pain of something like seeing Lallybroch’s front doors chained shut. We haven’t seen Culloden in the show since 1x05 in a flashback with Frank but it’s not a place that can really get run down or fall apart the way Lallybroch can and does. It feels static in a way, unchanged by time; as somber and weighty as it must have been in the weeks, months, and years after the battle ended. It is a location that feels frozen in time so that, even though Claire goes with the intent of saying goodbye, it makes perfect sense that through Brianna’s discovery she is as far from leaving Jamie behind as she will ever be. 

Favorite Minor Character: the helpful researcher. We don’t get this character’s name but she is so helpful to Claire and her whole attitude and demeanor just gives me major Mrs. Graham vibes, I can’t help but love her (and we know she’s efficient because look at just how fast she got Roger’s genealogy chart complied).

Favorite Book to Screen Adaptation: Dougal’s death. I know there are folks who aren’t fond of the fact that they changed the scene so that Claire and Jamie kill Dougal together, but I kind of love it. I’m pretty sure this is the first time on the show where we have seen Claire take part in actively killing someone (Colum doesn’t count because he asked for her help and the Comte doesn’t count either for a few reasons, some of them spoilery for The Space Between). In the books, however, Claire has a bit more blood on her hands at this point. I also love the way the scene is choreographed and acted. Dougal’s crazy eyes as he just repeats the word, “anger,” a few times, Jamie’s shielding of Claire (and the bairn) as Dougal builds towards open attack, Claire getting to knock Dougal over the head with a crate in an echo the way she did the same with a small stool back in The Gathering, the horror on Jamie’s face as he realizes what he’s done and the tremor in his voice as he says, “I’m sorry, uncle,” and rests his head on Dougal’s shoulder… there’s just so much going on in this scene.

Favorite “That’s not in the book” Part: Jamie and Murtagh. Claire is pretty distracted through most of this part of the book so we don’t get a whole lot about what transpires and in the show, she’s absent from the scene altogether (and with good reason), but it means so much to me that we get this beautiful moment between Jamie and Murtagh. It’s a wonderful companion to their scene back in Prestonpans when Murtagh is confessing to his feelings of insignificance before the battle. Murtagh knows what’s going to happen and has an idea of how he’ll be one of so many men to fight and die on the field but where before it made him feel insignificant, he has finally found something about it that will make his death meaningful, even if it isn’t in the way he’d originally thought/wanted (god, that season three premiere is going to hurt).

Favorite Line: Roger persuades Brianna to go to Craigh na Dun. Favorite line is probably the favorite of mine that changes most frequently. I love Roger’s repetition of Geillis’ “fucking barbecue” as well as Murtagh observing to Jamie that “he isn’t surprised [that Jamie killed Dougal] only that it took him so long”; I’m also always fond of the fact that they worked in both the Da mi basia mille poem and Jamie’s “I will find you,” speech. But this time through I was struck again by just how quickly Roger thought on his feet when Claire announced she wanted to see if they could stop Geillis and especially how he persuaded Brianna to go along with it despite her misgivings and stubborn resistance to everything Claire has been saying. “This could be our chance to make [Claire] actually face it” and when Bree still resists wondering what if Geillis is crazy too and only supports Claire’s obviously deluded claims… “Well then maybe we all get to watch her slam her head into a five ton block of granite.” He manages to inject enough humor and logic for Bree to lighten up a little bit and yield. 

Favorite Jamie and Claire Moment: parting at the stones. There is so much from their farewell in the book that simply couldn’t make it to the episode (for a multitude of reasons, some of them stronger than others) but what does make it to the screen is absolutely beautiful and heart-wrenching. Jamie’s initial mood is almost dazed as he smiles and reassures a completely distraught Claire that he can’t go through with her but that he’ll find her if he has to wait 200 years… but then as soon as the first canon sounds the weight of it all seems to hit him and a measure of fear sets in. It’s Claire who begins taking the lead as she offers him the dragonfly in amber and starts the vow that he continues. It’s enough to ground him again as they get to their feet and he settles her against him for that incredible slow-dance to the stones and them reaching to touch it together. They rely on each other through the whole scene for reassurance and strength, for every last second of being together and united as one before they’re alone and will have to take their next steps with only the memory of that strength to carry them forward. 

Favorite Costume: Bree and Roger’s matching knitwear. This is something I only noticed this latest time watching and probably noticed it mostly because I’ve spent a lot of time staring at Brianna’s scarf in those final scenes at Craigh na Dun so that I can try to recreate the pattern but her scarf has the same knit pattern as the sweater he’s wearing. It’s the sweater he’s been wearing all day and it’s a darker yarn (part of why I think I missed it before) but the honeycomb-style pattern is the same. It’s just a small detail (and it’s really hard to see on Roger in the pic below but if you scroll back up to some of the other pics of him, it’s clearer) but it’s exactly the kind of detail I love from the costume department on this show (like Claire’s two traveling outfits back in the season premiere using the same color scheme). 


A massive thank you to everyone who participated in the 13 Days of Outlander and the 16 Days of Outlander and the A Month of Outlander and all of this celebratory stuff that @gotham-ruaidh and I have thrown out into this latest Droughtlander to help us all keep ourselves going. I’ve loved reading through everyone’s posts and looking over the gorgeous edits, gifs, stills, photos, quotes, etc. Keep them coming as we get more and more promo for Season 3 and Droughtlander enters its final stages. 

anonymous asked:

Prompt: OQ “Hold my hand, we have to make this look convincing!”

Thank you very much for the prompt, anon! I hope you’ll like it!!

Regina felt as if she was suffocating. It wasn’t the fact that she was afraid of flying, she’s been on an airplane plenty of times and felt just fine. What makes her sick is the location of where she is going.

She’s going home, to the States, to see her family. A family she didn’t miss at all.

She moved to the United Kingdom when she was still very young with her boyfriend Daniel. The reason for that was the same family she’s going to visit now. Her mother was against her relationship with Daniel, her sister made fun of her on a daily basis because Regina was a shame to the Mills family.

So she took her purse, Daniel’s hand and traveled over the ocean because it was the only way to stop her family from controlling her.

They found their happiness there.

But Daniel is long dead and Regina had no other choice but to stay in touch with her family, because family is what matters the most, even when that family makes your stomach turn.

Regina already knows what Mother will ask first. She’ll not be interested in Henry, she’ll not be interested in Regina’s new occupation. The first question will be about Regina’s love life. Is she still single? Why is she so pathetic? What kind of woman can love a man who’s dead?

She can already see how Cora will roll her eyes when Regina tells her that she’s still single and that she’s not seeing anyone. Then Cora will start ranting about Regina being foolish for holding on to someone who wasn’t even worth her.

Of course, Mother will find more things that are awful about Regina, but she’s sure that the first day will be about her love life.

It won’t be the first time Mother acts like this ( she was a snob the whole life, it just got even worse after Daniel), and at first Regina would cry herself to sleep, she would actually feel pathetic but time does its magic and now those words don’t hurt her as much as it did before.

This weekend Regina will suffer with her head held high and then she’ll travel back to London, be shaken up for a few days and then continue to live her peaceful life with her son, the only man she’s interested in.

However, the weekend will be hell. It’s enough time for Cora to point out all Regina’s flaws, remind her what a disappointment she is and show all the photos of old business men who would like to marry her.

Regina groans at the thought.

“Is everything alright? You look pale, mom,” Regina’s snapped out of her thoughts when Henry touches her hand.

She blinks her eyes for a few times and forces a smile.

“Of course,” Regina lies but when her son gives her a knowing look, she sighs, defeated. Henry is only twelve and already reads her too well. “You know grandma Cora will complain that I’m such a disappointment to the family and try to hurt me like she always does.”

Henry frowns, “She’s so unfair to us.”

Regina can only hum in response.

Unfair is an understatement.

“Don’t worry, Henry, it’s only three days and then we’re going home and won’t see any of them for another year,” she says, trying to sound as hopeful as she can.

Henry looks at her for a moment, he’s obviously not happy to go there either, but then he sighs, knowing that he won’t be able to change anything. He rests his head against Regina’s shoulder and Regina closes her eyes, tries not to think about Cora.

But it’s too hard to do so and Cora invades her thoughts again, making her whole body tense.

“Hello.”

Regina’s eyes snap open when she hears Henry’s voice. She must’ve fallen asleep for she didn’t even feel how her son pulled away from her. Blinking her eyes rapidly, she turns to look at her boy confused. They don’t know anyone on this plane, there’s no one her son could talk to.

“Hello?” it’s a male voice that greets Henry back, and that man sounds obviously confused.

Regina lifts her head a bit so she can see the man Henry’s talking to better. He’s been sitting here all the time but only now she noticed how handsome he is. He doesn’t look much older than her, his hair are dark blond, the strand falling over his  forehead, and his eyes… his eyes are the color of the ocean they’re now flying over.

She hasn’t felt like this in a really long time.

“Are you single, sir?”

“Henry!” Regina cannot help but hiss, grabbing her son’s hand. “I’m sorry, he’s not usually like this,” she quickly apologizes to the man who only chuckles.

“Well, if you’re that interested, yes, I’m single,” he answers Henry’s question, his eyebrow raised in question. “Why are you asking that?”

“Would you mind to be my mom’s fake boyfriend for the weekend?”

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anonymous asked:

Okay, I need a Cockles reassurance because I know you're the only one who can do that. I feel like they were distant at JibCon. We saw the dinner photos and they were all sitting away from each other. Then Misha left Rome pretty quickly. I feel like he had Jensen at arms length this past weekend, granted we don't know what happens backstage or whatever. It's just a vibe I was getting. Plus a little more than tipsy Jensen didn't make Misha very impressed in front of everyone.

Okay, this is something I’ve been seeing a lot of and it kinda drives me crazy, because it’s just showcasing the fact that we never validate these people beyond anything more than a solitary moment. I love Jensen and Misha’s obsession with each other more than anyone, but just because they touch, and flirt and shoot hearteyes like it’s goin’ outta style, doesn’t mean that they don’t have anything else going on in their lives. 

Misha’s character was just killed off the show– and even though Cas is coming back, Misha doesn’t know if it will be in the same capacity that he’s loved and perfected over the last eight years. That has to be kind of heartbreaking. And he’s an empathetic guy, so seeing all of us be hearthbroken right along with him probably makes this even harder. On top of all that– the guy has been busy! In the matter of two weeks, he traveled a better part of the world. Either because of GISHWHES or conventions, he’s been running all over. And it also seems like Vicki might be pregnant again, so if she is– that is probably weighing on his mind too. 

All those things, all that stress and concern and heartache would make anyone a little less jovial than normal. Now, throw in the fact that your best friend and coworker (and maybe even lover) is partying a bit too hard and acting a little crazier than you’re used to, you’d be hardpressed to not show that frustration on your face. I don’t think Misha was necessarily mad at Jensen. I don’t think he wanted to push him away or “punish” him or anything like that … but if he was already down, then having to deal with someone who it super up, can be difficult. 

And on Jensen’s side of things … he probably knew all this about MIsha. Jensen is one of those types of people who tries to balance out his friend’s sadness by giving that much extra happiness. He has done it with Jared– when Jared is down, or sick, or maybe, not even there … Jensen goes over the top in order to make things better. I got that feeling when he was on stage with Misha this year at JIbcon. Misha was a bit more calm overall, and since Jensen had probably talked with the guy about it and knew that Misha was going to be kinda low, he decided to make up the difference. Also, Jensen just enjoys Rome and likes having fun and letting loose, so he took those extra shots and drank that last glass of “apple juice” and just had good time. And with as many hours as he works,  and with twins and a four year old at home– more power to him!

No one was mad at anyone. Misha just has a lot going on and Jensen is just a good, good friend. Like I say every time something like this occurs: Misha and Jensen are fine. Don’t panic.

Cockles is real.

Check Please/Back to the Future AU

Okay, so when Bitty wears his puffy vest, it has always reminded me of… well, you’ve guessed it, Marty McFly from Back to the Future.

This Back to the Future AU needs to happen.

So, this is how it’s going to go down.

Bitty needs a final science credit to qualify for graduation, but the only class he can get into last minute (and doesn’t require a prerequisite course he doesn’t have) is Theory of Physics for Non-Majors that’s taught by an eccentric professor who may or may not sound like Rasputin from that one animated Anastasia movie that Bitty secretly loves. (He has a crush on Dimitri, okay? But who doesn’t???)

So, Bitty and this Physics prof get on surprisingly well and the Professor says that he’s been looking for a lab assistant this semester. Bitty, after checking that it doesn’t interfere with his hockey schedule, takes the job because he could use the money. (Going to see Jack in Providence so often is starting to add up quickly.)

Bitty’s job is mostly filing papers, picking things up around the lap, and helping the Professor with various experiments and projects he’s building. Most of the time, Bitty has no idea what’s going on when the Professor starts talking Physics. Bitty nods along and holds stuff like ends of wires and stuff like that. It it seems to make the Professor happy.

One evening, Bitty gets called into the university labs. When he gets there, the Professor announces that he’s invented a time machine! (Said time machine is also powered by some illegal plutonium, but uhhhh, if Samwell admin asks, that’s not true.)

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anonymous asked:

With haters, I've learned that only Sasuke is abusive to Sakura, to Naruto and Karin, all of their murder attempts and icy glances were reasonable and acceptable. Sasuke and Sakura had no romantic relationship and were literally enemies in a ninja war, but that didn't matter obviously was an "abusive relationship". And when they became a romantic couple (real), they traveled together, married and had their child, it was logically too late for their true love to be considered healthy, right?

Of course! I mean how can one not see that if any relationship is to be called “abusive”, it can only be Sasuke and Sakura’s? Seriously, because it’s as they always say, Sakura constantly forced her feelings onto Sasuke and “guilt tripped” him into returning her feelings, and she obviously did this by never actually asking him to return her affections, and only ever wanting him to return to Konoha so he can smile and be happy again, as she explicitly revealed was her goal at the end of the Land of Iron arc. I mean, it’s as Kakashi said right?

That Sakura “[wasn’t] trying or wanting to make [him] hers”, so that clearly means that Sakura was doing nothing but forcing her feelings onto Sasuke until he eventually reciprocated. It’s clear, it’s obvious.

In contrast, Karin never forced her feelings on to Sasuke at all:

Because Karin telling Sasuke that “all [they] need is each other” while getting uncomfortably close to him, to the point where he actually has to block her approach with his arm and tell her to back off, isn’t a sign of her forcing her feelings on to him at all, nope.

Additionally, Sasuke always treated Karin with the utmost respect! I don’t even need to mention how respectful Sasuke was to her when he pierced her chest with his Chidori, because that’s just too obvious. Instead, let’s mention another great show of his respect, such as when he just nonchalantly tossed her aside with his Susanoo arm like a rag doll:

And then proceeded to order her around like a subordinate:

To which Karin then demonstrated what all the extremists keep spouting: She demonstrated how defiant she truly was, and how she always sticks up to Sasuke and never took any of his crap. She thoroughly showed this through her weak acceptance of his plans:

Because those stuttering words and that expression of defeat is the mark of a true rebel who takes no shit, regardless of who it’s from, of course!

On the other hand, Sasuke constantly insulted Sakura! I mean just look at all these examples:

Originally posted by crimestudio

Because the Naruto fandom is a place where calling someone “annoying” is terribly insulting, despite the fact that it is not an actual insult because it is not a disrespectful or scornfully abusive remark, nor does it mock the intelligence or physical attributes of the receiver. Add to that the fact that the 2nd and 3rd times that Sasuke used the remark towards Sakura were said in jest because it had become a recurring theme for them, and you have irrefutable evidence of how Sasuke constantly insulted Sakura throughout the series.

Whereas with Naruto, you can tell that there was always that respect there:

Just look at all of that respect! Beautiful wasn’t it? Let’s include two more examples, just because I can :D

From all of that, I can really see why all those extremists constantly claim how Sasuke treated Sakura so badly, but they never say anything about how he treated Naruto. It was because he treated Naruto so much better! Because calling someone “annoying” is just so much worse than calling someone a “drop-out”“dead-last”, a “moron”, a “bastard”, a “loser”, and a “dimwit idiot”. Despite the fact that the six aforementioned terms are actually insulting as opposed to calling someone “annoying”. But you know, Naruto is strong, so that means Sasuke’s behaviour towards him can be overlooked. Meaning SS shippers are the only ones “idolising abuse”, lol, makes sense. 

ino-uzumaki  asked:

Sasuke literally said out loud that his and Sakura hearts are connected and that they made Sarada OUT OF LOVE. There is zero proof of their marriage being "arranged". It's been made clear that Sasuke does in fact love S A K U R A not Karin and she (Karin) knows that also Karin herself said that SAKURA gave birth to Sarada ,who was pregnant with Sarada while they (Sakura and Sasuke) traveled together. I LOVE how you say that Sasuke "never" kissed Sakura but yet it was NEVER stated that he didn't-

Sakura told Sarada that Sasuke gave her something BETTER THAN A KISS.



Sasuke literally said out loud that his and Sakura hearts are connected and that they made Sarada OUT OF LOVE.

He has never said it. Perhaps in the Gaiden, it exists a couple of hidden pages whose only SasuSaku shippers can see.


It’s been made clear that Sasuke does in fact love S A K U R A not Karin.

Where is the argument ? Obviously, there isn’t. Seriously, the ingrality of manga has shown the inverse. I’m going to start from the beginning.

In the beginning of the history, Haku explains to Naruto and readers that « When a person has something important to protect, that’s when they can truly become strong. »

During the fight between Team7 and Gaara, Sakura is in danger. Sasuke is incapable of protecting her. He asks Naruto to save Sakura.

Naruto recalls Kakashi’s nindo. : « I don’t let my comrades die… ». It makes him realizes the real strong is when fighting for someone : « That’s right… Because he was like me… because he lived feeling the same kind of loneliness and sadness I did… I thought he was strong ‘cause he survived that solitude, fighting only for himself… But I was wrong… His strenght isn’t real… strenght doesn’t come from fighting alone… real strenght is not what you have when fighting for only yourself… »

Then, there are Haku’s words in a flashback to remind this concept for the readers : « Do you have someone who is special to you ? When you have something special that you want to protect… only then can you become truly strong !! »

Then, Naruto becomes stronger to save his comrades. Sasuke is even surprised that Naruto can become as much strong.

Sasuke : « Naruto, you can become truly strong. What the.. ! I don’t believe the amount of chakra. He’s gathering ! …is this really… Naruto ? »

Naruto : « I will protect them, no matter what !! »

Sasuke can’t move his body to help Sakura, whereas Naruto finds in himself a great power to save Sakura-chan despite he no longer has chakras.

Sasuke for Sakura :

Naruto for Sakura :

According to the logic of the history, Sasuke hasn’t enough love for Sakura to succeed in becoming stronger, unlike Naruto. Besides, he has never activated a sharingan level for Sakura, whereas he has activated two Sharingan levels for Naruto in the First-gen.


A few years after this fight, Sasuke is a new time confronted with a similar situation. He must fight a strong jinchûriki and his comrades are in danger. Sasuke suceeds in activating a new great power to save his team, whereas he didn’t succeed the first time for Sakura.

Then, he surpasses the impossible only to save Karin. (according to Itachi, nobody can extinguish black flames of the Amaterasu.

When we follow « Naruto »’s message : people can become stronger when they have someone special that they want to protect, we can deduce that Sasuke has succeeded in controlling Amaterasu because Karin is precious for him.

Lastly, there is the Tobirama’s theory.

« When an Uchiha comes to know those strong feelings… It’s as if a torrent is unleashed within… and It awakens something even greater than what the senju know… Their feelings are in fact too powerful… and if unchecked… When an Uchiha that has known such strong feelings comes to lose them… Those feelings transform into an indomitable hatred that consumes them… The anguish and despair that proceeds from experiencing such loss… causes their brains to release a special kind of chakra that affects their optic nerves… The eye that reflects their feelings… or the mirror wheel eye… the Sharingan. » 

If Sasuke felt a strong love for Sakura, he would activated a Sharingan’s level for her, because an Uchiha awakens great power when he has strong feeling. We have seen that Sasuke has never awakened something for Sakura, despite he has got occasions (fight against Gaara).

Then, I recall that Sasuke has activated three sharingan levels for Itachi, two for Naruto, and one for his parents and Taka. He has activated no power for Sakura. 

To briefly summarize the difference of importance between Sakura and Karin in Sasuke’s heart, Sasuke is become stronger for saving Karin, not for saving Sakura, Sasuke has awakened a Sharingan’s level for Karin, not for Sakura, Sasuke has succeeded in controlling an new power for Karin, not for Sakura. We can so conclude that Sasuke loves Karin more than Sakura.



she (Karin) knows that also Karin herself said that SAKURA gave birth to Sarada, who was pregnant with Sarada while they (Sakura and Sasuke) traveled together.

The problem in your headcanon, there isn’t SasuSaku child in the new-generation. Sarada looks like Sasuke, but she doesn’t look like Sakura.

In the canon Gaiden, Sasuke and Sakura have never met together in their intimate life since 12 years. Sasuke has never written a letter for Sakura, whereas he communicates with Naruto. Sarada thinks that SasuSaku doesn’t exist because it exists no material proofs about the inverse : not letter from Sasuke, not Sasuke’s thing in Sakura’s house, not Sasuke’s photo in Sakura’s personal life. He has ignored Sakura during 12 years. He has been nonexistent in the adult life of Sakura.

How can Sasuke’s fans believe that he has fucked Sakura before these 12 years. He isn’t a dirty man. In the Sasuke fan’s opinion, he will never have sex with a girl whose he shares nothing, and after that, he will abandon her during 12 years !!!!

Then, Sarada was born in Karin’s hideout. If Sarada was in Sakura’s belly, she would be born in a hospital. Sakura isn’t a nukenin. She doesn’t need to live hidden and to give birth hidden. She can give birth in a village with all the necessary care. There is no reason that Sakura gives birth in an insecure place, instead of in a suitable building, mainly for a first childbirth.

Furthermore, Karin has got Sarada’s ombilical cord, while it’s the mother who keeps it in the japanese tradition. If Sakura had given birth to Sarada, she would have kept this ombilical cord instead of Karin. I don’t think that Sakura has been pregnant, then has had a miscarriage. I also don’t think that Sarada substitutes a SasuSaku’s stillborn child.

Lastly, nobody has been informed about of Sakura’s pregnancy. If Sakura had been pregnant from Sasuke, she would have been very proud of herself. She would want to talk about it everyone : Ino (by rivalry, Naruto, Shizune, etc…). Sakura wouldn’t keep secret her pregnancy, Sakura will never behave in this way.



There is zero proof of their marriage being “arranged”.

It’s wrong, there are much proofs and I’m going to enumerate them.

1/ Sarada has no knowledge about Uchiha clan. She knows less than Chocho Akimichi about of the Uchiha clan. She doubts being really an Uchiha because Sakura knows nothing about this clan and she could learn her nothing about it.

It shows that Sasuke and Sakura have never spoken together about of Uchiha clan. I think that if Sasuke wanted to integrate Sakura in Uchiha clan, he would speak her a bit about it.

In the Boruto movie, Mitsuki knows Sasuke, better than Sarada. It shows that Orochimaru knows more things about of Sasuke than Sakura.


2/ « In Japan, ancestor worship is  an important mechanism through which the living feel that they are spiritually connected to the deceased family members, thereby ensuring the continuity of family lineage. »

« Japanese people, on the whole, maintain a unique religious consciousness with regard to worshipping their ancestors. A great number of people believe that if ancestors are not respected, then the people living on earth will be filled with sorrow and that when a person bearing the ill fate of his ancestors dies, future generations will be plagued with sorrow and misfortune. Throughout Japan, there are many temples and shrines constructed anywhere from several hundred to one thousand years ago with the purpose of appeasing the spirits of people».

In the japanese culture, the wife has the duty to pay her respect to family’s ancestors. Sakura doesn’t knows where is the Uchiha temple. If she knew it, she would know some things about Uchiha’s clan, because there are rolls in the Uchiha temple.

Sasuke doesn’t consider Sakura like his wife in his heart. If he considered Sakura like his wife, he would take action to ensure that Sakura can practise workship of Uchiha ancestors, because it’s the duty of an Uchiha wife. Sakura is excluded by Sasuke, from business Uchiha and responsabilities Uchiha. She is only Uchiha in the appearance.


3/ Sakura haven’t got Sasuke’s photos in her private life, while other families have got much photos about their time spent together. It shows that Sasuke and Sakura have never spent time together in their private life.


4/ In the japanese tradition, the wife has the duty to make the bond between the child and his father. We can see in the manga that Mikoto makes this, perfectly fine. 

In contrast, Sakura doesn’t achieve to make it, for Sarada and Sasuke. Sakura doesn’t achieve, because she has never got a true conversation with Sasuke. She can answer nothing for Sarada about of Sasuke.


5/ In the Sasuke Shinden, we ironically learn that the only photo that Sarada knows about of her dad, comes from Karin. Thus, Karin is the person who has given the only picture of Sasuke, that Sarada has got from him. 

This photo is the only bond that Sarada has with his father during 11 years. By this picture, Karin has created the only bond that Sarada had with his father. If Karin didn’t give this picture, Sarada would have no bond with his father. Karin has succeeded in creating the connection between her daughter and his father in spite of the distance which separated her from Sarada, unlike Sakura who has failed.


6/ Sasuke doesn’t know Sakura’s anciant house. In the Gaiden, he doesn’t notice that Sakura has moved into a other home. It shows that they have never lived together in Konoha.


7/ Sasuke doesn’t communicate with Sakura, while he communicates with Naruto, Shikamaru, and Shizune.   

In the Gaiden, Naruto and Shizune are surprised when they learn that Sarada has never met his father. In Boruto novel, we learn that Sasuke has met Shizune several time in Konoha during his 12 years of absence.


8/ Sasuke has never entered in Sakura’s life when he was in Konoha, while he often meets Naruto, in a tower located a few hours of Konoha.

Shikamaru knows about of the tower, not Sakura.

9/ Sakura feels the need to display the Uchiha’s crest everywhere, mainly on her, while Sasuke doesn’t wear his crest. The importance given by Sakura about of Uchiha crest, while Sasuke has chosen no wearing it, it testifies that  in the SasuSaku marriage there is no other thing than this crest. If there is other thing than this crest in SasuSaku relationship, Sakura will not focuse as much about of this crest.



I LOVE how you say that Sasuke “never” kissed Sakura but yet it was NEVER stated that he didn’t.

Sakura told Sarada that Sasuke gave her something BETTER THAN A KISS.

In the Gaiden, there is two scenes which show Sasuke haven’t kissed Sakura.

The first :

Sarada innocently asks to Sakura, if SasuSaku have got a kiss together.

The answer logically is simple, it’s an « YES », because everyone knows that SasuSaku is a canon couple which has got happy marriage. 

And no !!!! Sakura can’t answer by an « yes » to Sarada.It’s as strange than a happy marriage without photos.

Sarada’s question which is easy for all the normal couples, becomes difficult for Sakura. We can see that this question makes Sakura sad, it lets to guess that the answer is an « NO ».

Then, she reflects to avoid Sarada’s question.

Later, she smilingly puts her hand on her forehead. She obsiouly remembers the poke.

Recalling the poke, she uses it to avoid Sarada’s question. If the answer at Sarada’s question was an « YES », Sakura will not needs to avoid it, unlike « NO » which is revealing love’s lack.


The second :

In japanese culture, there isn’t sexual taboo, by contrast, there is a taboo about emotion. Showing his feeling is considered like an erotic thing. A woman who wants to charm a man, she will not show her body, but she will show her feelings. A woman who blushs, it’s considered like the most sensual thing for the Japanese.

When Sakura lifted her face and looked up at Sasuke in blushing, she attempted to charm him and to be kissed by him. Besides, she was ensured that Sasuke couldn’t make an poke on her, by giving him a bento in his only hand.

She hoped to receive a Sasuke’s kiss, but Sasuke is gone without nothing for her.  

After that, Sakura sadly thinks, that she will yet wait. It lets to think that she always waits her first kiss.