drinks probably not named after me

hmslusitania  asked:

If you're not too terribly busy, the world could always use more Holsom fluff :)

Holsom fluff, my favorite! I combined this with a secondary request from @zombizombi for some ref!Holster, which I could not resist, because Holster+bitching speaks to my soul. Also, team dentist!Ransom, because it amused me. (Warning: mention of teeth.)

(Now also on AO3.)


Ransom landed in his seat barely five minutes before the game was supposed to start. Lardo, feet propped up against the glass, sketchbook against her knees, fingertips just peeking out of the sleeves of yet another sweatshirt stolen from Shitty, spared him a glance and a “You’re late” before going back to sketching warm-ups.

“I know, I know. Kid broke off two of her teeth on the playground, right up to the nerve, so I had to do some composites.”

She grimaced. “Ugh.”

“Why do you ask me these things when you know I’m going to talk to you about teeth? I’m a dentist, for fuck’s sake. And we’re here to watch hockey.”

“I’m in it for the butts.”

He grinned as he took in the player stretching on the ice in front of her and then her sketchbook. “Think Shits will like that one?”

“I call it ‘Spread,’” she said loftily.

He choked and was suddenly glad he hadn’t had time to stop by concessions on his way in. “So, uh, where is Shits tonight anyway?”

She waved a hand vaguely, barely missing whacking him in the face with the end of the sleeve. “Up in the office. They needed some documents looked over.”

He recognized that tone. “How long have you guys been here?”

Hours.”

“Couldn’t get anyone to strip for you?”

“Shut up.” Then she turned to him and smiled slowly.

Ransom was immediately alarmed. “Oh god. What?”

“There is some news you’ll want.”

“Yeah?” he asked cautiously.

“New ref.”

Ransom’s eyebrows went up. “And I’m interested in this… because why? I mean, is he supposed to be good or biased or something else?”

“Tall. He’s supposed to be very tall. You’ll see.”

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2D☆STAR Vol.6 - B-PROJECT Private Uncensored Special

B-Project, who while going through movie appearances, live concerts, in the middle of 6 consecutive new song releases, and always going through the pressure of work, talked about their private lives! Driving, drinking, and even their bedrooms!? We’ll reveal what they talked about! There’s no doubt that you’ll be knocked out from the difference in the smiles you see on TV ❤

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anonymous asked:

Starkquill where somehow Drax was the first one to notice that Tony and Peter were into each other, but he's been around humans for a while now and he understands that if you tell them things directly they'll just do the opposite and ruin everything for everyone, so he's going to get them together using... metaphors

Tony Stark Is The Alyssa Milano

“He was kidnapped by aliens,” Drax stated as he watched the earthling known as Tony Stark dance along to the music Peter had declared awesome and that Rocket had grown fond of. Drax found Tony Stark’s dancing to be lazy–a simple roll of the hips and thrusting his arms above his head. It was something Groot could do while he was still potted.

Despite regaining his mobility and being capable of far more intricate dance, Groot mimicked the earthling’s movements and danced beside Tony Stark.  

“He wasn’t kidnapped, Drax. He was accidentally relocated.” Peter huffed as he leaned against the wall. His eyes wandered over Tony Stark’s body and rested on the man’s ass. The corner of Peter’s mouth quirked up as he admired Tony Stark’s rear end. “We’ll get him back home soon. Assuming we can get rid of him. He seems to like space.”

“Kidnapped, enjoys space, likes your music, and can dance,” Drax listed off.

Peter grinned. “Yeah, pretty cool dude. I might actually miss him by the time we get him back to Earth.”

For a man who had been in search of a partner for as long as Drax had known him, Drax was surprised that Peter was unable to see his perfect match right before him.

Earthlings could be quite stupid sometimes.

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*Blizzard* Newt x reader

◘ mare-doe asked: 

The reader and Newt are acquaintances from the Hufflepuff house and Newt starts taking interest in the reader when he sees (him/her) laughing with (his/her) friends at hogsmeade. They meet years later then get stuck in a speakeasy when a blizzard leaves them stranded. ;)

❋ Don’t question why they don’t just apparate out. Just let this happen…. 

Newt wasn’t one to talk much to the other students attending Hogwarts. In fact, he rather preferred to be alone with his nose in a book reading about various magical creatures. His mother being a hippogriff breeder, he found at a very young age his love and admiration for these magical beasts and hoped to someday travel the world in search of them and study them up close.

Of course, because of his rather quiet and lonesome demeanor, other students did pick on him every so often and occasionally compared him to his older brother, Theseus, who was much different than Newt; the complete opposite in fact. He was popular, outgoing and always seemed to have a pretty girl hanging off his arm.

Today was the trip to Hogsmeade and as usual, Newt sat on a bench outside the shops reading a new book he bought and minding his own business. It wasn’t until he glanced up momentarily at the sound of laughter that he laid eyes upon the most beautiful creature he had ever seen.

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Prompt #137

Her eyes blew wide as she saw her dancing across the room. It was the first time in months she’d seen her happy and after all the grief she’d gone through, she deserved a night off “Are you gonna buy me a drink or not, sugar?” She sidled up to her, giggling as she licked her lips in what was supposed to be a seductive manner and, oh lord, she’d never wanted to kiss her more.

The idea for this is for you to have character names in place of she and her! Hehe and didn’t want to confuse you, but I guess it’s probably how his is working out XD xox

Stay Professional!

WorkAU!

You managed to get your first job at a prestigious and famous marketing firm. Nothing was going to stop you from working there. A few distractions may be problematic but.. there was a man that stood out unconventionally well. Despite being the CEO’s only son, his face alone is enough to win over the nation’s heart 10x over. An interesting romance that’s sure to get you screaming.

Fluff & Angst: Jungkook x Reader

A/N: Hey! I’ve been MIA but I’m back with something for you :)

“Yes Ma’am I understand.” You lowered your head politely and stuck on a smile that tortured your face muscles. You were lucky enough to land a job straight out of university and you knew it was going to be tough but.. the extent as to which you were being used and bullied by higher ups was unbearable.

“If you understand then don’t make this mistake again! You ruined my morning.” The head of department of advertising scolded you over a small mistake of pouring too little milk into her coffee.

After she left, you lifted your head up and rolled your eyes at the amount of bullshit you dealt with on a daily basis. It was kind of getting tiring.

“Should you really be pulling that face right now?” An unfamiliar and cool-toned whisper sent shivers down your spine.

“No sir! My mistake, my apologies.” You immediately brought the radiant smile back to your face, not knowing who it was but it didn’t matter because everyone here was basically of much higher power than yourself. You had to show respect even if it killed your hidden inflated ego.

You heard the heavy clacks of his Armani shoes as his strides led him closer to you. He carefully examined your petite frame in comparison to his tall, dark and handsome nature.

“Are you new here?” His low tone sounded velvety and smooth as dark chocolate. It felt like eerie music to your ears.

“Yes sir.. It’s only been a few months since my arrival.” You bowed your head to this unknown yet alluring man. His presence was overwhelming and the entire office was silent- all eyes and ears on the two of you.

“Enjoy your stay, Y/N-sshi.” His husky voice trailed off behind him before he disappeared into the elevator with another unfamiliar man behind him.

How’d he know my name..?

You face-palmed after noticing the shiny golden name tag attached to your crisp white blouse.


“You should really stop drinking.” Your friend tightly gripped onto the soju bottle in which you refused to let go of.

“Let me relieve my stress! Work has been so much hell for me.” You managed to pour yourself another shot glass that was quickly downed, the stinging sensation brought tears to your eyes.

“…Don’t you have work again tomorrow? You’re going to get such a terrible hangover Y/N.. You should probably stop.” She quickly picked up the soju bottle that was almost empty and chucked it into the bin.

“I don’t care.. I don’t even want to work there anymore.” You managed to growl out, the alcohol taking it’s toll on your body.

“Hey! You should feel so privileged that you get to work in such a fine company. Look at me! I’m still working 3 different part time jobs because I can’t find a job. Do you want to be like me?” Your friend lectured you, peeling you off the desk and chair to take you home.

“Oh wait..” You slurred out, vision blurry and body-coordination out of reach.

“I think I left my house-keys in the office. I might need to go get them..” It was hard to articulate let alone walk straight.

“My god Y/N. Please get your life together.” Your friend buckled you up in her car and drove you to your work place that was still surprisingly operating.

“Tell me where your office is. I’ll go find it.” You just giggled to yourself, completely unaware of your actions. “It’s okay.. I’ll go get it myself. They’ll think you’re a bad bad intruder.” You slurred your words and sounded like a 4 year old. You shot her winks in her direction.

She just laughed and nodded. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come?”

“I got this! I work here!” You giggled, completely out of your mind.

Miraculously, you managed to make your way to the elevator. You pressed on the button and tried your hardest to not collapse from the alcohol intake. Your head was spinning and you couldn’t hold your body still. You steadied yourself by resting your head on your palm and walked into the elevator as soon as it ‘dinged’ with no further precaution.

That was when you smashed into an unknown figure once again, despite your pride in keeping yourself steady for some time, the balance was taken right out of your body and you landed- bottom first on the shiny tiled floor. You were ticked. You had no control over your mouth and lord knows what kind of mess you were about to get yourself into.

You groaned in pain and massaged your scalp, hoping the loud thumping in your head would somehow disappear.

His eyes lowered down onto the ground to find you mumbling curses. He was surprised at what you were doing at the office so late at night. But being the gentleman he was, he gently reached out his hand to pull you up with ease.

His skin was surprisingly cold and you were picked up with such little effort, it felt refreshing to feel something so cool as your body felt like it was boiling. You started unbuttoning your white blouse and unzipped the bottom of your pencil skirt from your knee up to your lower thigh and continued to casually strip in-front of the unknown man.

His cold fingers put your actions to a complete halt followed by his cold tone that sounded familiar.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He raised an eyebrow, a somewhat surprised and confused expression spread upon his flawless face.

“Let go. It’s hot.” You mumbled, weakly pushing away his cool hand and continued to take off your shirt, struggling to do so, you wobbled back and forth before almost falling again- he had caught you by the waist and looked down to see you: flustered and abnormally drunk.  

“Ugh.. don’t touch me. I don’t need your help.” You weakly pushed him away again, this time a little more audible than before. He was surprised at the way you were treating him.

“Suit yourself.” He let go of his gentle grip on your waist and continued to watch you struggle to walk and read the buttons on the elevator.

“What are you doing here so late.” His question sounded more like a demand as his curiosity was slowly starting to eat up his mind. “It doesn’t matter.” You missed the buttons and started to get irritated at your lack of body coordination.

A cold smirk spread upon his face and he chuckled at you.

“What are you laughing at? Do you think you’re some kind of powerful being? Are you another one of those annoying bosses that won’t stop yelling at me for making their coffee wrong. God people here are so…”

He stopped chuckling and raised a single eyebrow. He calmly slid his hand into his pocket and continued to scan you from head to toe.

“Inconsiderate.”

He examined your messed up bun that consisted of hairs sticking out and bobby pins falling out. He looked at your peachy red face and smelt the very noticeable stench of alcohol that leaked from your body. He noticed the beads of sweat that formed around your forehead and the heat of your breath that also smelt of alcohol. You were a mess.

“Y/N return home. I may not know of your intentions here but you’re not in any condition to do whatever you’re planning to do.”

“Blah blah blah. Stop nagging with you?” You retorted like a 4 year old, closing the gap between his face and yours. You were just a few millimetres from his face and he could feel your warm breath on his cold lips. It sent shivers down his spine and he was caught off-guard for the first time in years. He noticed your collarbone clearly visible and cleavage from your unbuttoned blouse but refused to look at it despite his obvious chances.

“Would you like me to call a driver?” He offered, somehow sounding half-assed so you took it as an insult. What really were his intentions?

“Listen here you.” You poked his toned chest and spoke with a slurred and drunken accent.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to do here but I’m just trying to get back home and go to sleep so I can come back to this hell tomorrow morning and cry over how dumb this shitty company is.”

Once again, he was hit with things he thought he would never hear coming from a very new employee. Amused, he chuckled once again unable to hide his interest in her.

“Would you stop laughing? What do I need to do to stop you?” You smiled weakly at him, completely drunken with stress and alcohol, you had no control over what was about to happen.

You closed the gap between your lips and kissed him softly, the taste of alcohol spread to him as your tongue intertwined his and turned into something a little more passionate. He didn’t stop you so you assumed this meant a green light to continue. His lips tasted kind of addictive and cooling. You ran your hand up his smooth cheeks, through his perfectly combed hair and ruffled it before fiddling with his thin black tie and blacking out completely.

What in the fucking world just happened?

Part 2 

That’s What I Like - Bucky x Reader One Shot

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//WARNING: CURSING, NO REAL RELATIONSHIP (YET, POSSIBLY ANOTHER PART COMING?)//

//NOTE: I haven’t really written in this point of view before, it was kinda difficult, LOL. But It was inspired by the song in bold below, click the link to listen to it while reading. Love you all!//

WORD COUNT: 2,170

Bucky walked into the party and looked around. Tony Stark was very well known for his frequent gatherings, but this was the first one he had gone to. Gorgeous women and alcoholic beverages were in abundance, and he saw the other Avengers scattered around the room having a blast.

But this wasn’t his kind of scene. He still hated large crowds and lots of noise, which were the two things this party was made of. But Steve had thought it would be a good idea for him to socialize with some other people, so here he was. “Alright, Buck. Get a drink, say hi - just try, okay?” Steve said, smiling at Natasha, who was across the room, and placing a reassuring hand on Buck’s shoulder. However, when Buck winced at the unanticipated contact, he removed the hand.

“Alright, I will. Thanks Steve,” Bucky mumbled, just loud enough to be audible over the music - That’s What I Like by Bruno Mars. So no one listens to swing anymore? He thought to himself. Everything had changed, it was still odd to him.

His eyes kept trailing aimlessly around the room until they stopped on someone. She was gorgeous in a tight fitting dress with an asymmetrical sleeve. She threw back her head and laughed, and Buck cracked the smallest smile. He wanted to make her laugh more. He turned around to ask Steve who she was, but he was gone. He looked around the room and saw him standing over there by Natasha, laughing at something she said. He began walking over to ask him, and then he remembered what Steve had said. Say hi, he thought to himself. He turned back to the girl.

What do I say to an angel like that? He kept eyeing her and then quickly looked away when her eyes met his and she smiled. He felt a warm feeling traveling through him, butterflies in his stomach, and a blush rising up to his cheeks.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her turn to her friend and then back to him, and then - oh God, she was walking over. Fuck. What to say, what to say? You’re gorgeous? Shit, no, that’s creepy as hell. Come up with something - too late. She was practically in front of him now. “Hello. James, isn’t it?” She said in the kindest voice.

Buck turned to her and immediately gulped. She was even more beautiful up close. He hoped the lighting would conceal the red blooming on his face. “Yeah - but, uh - everyone just calls me Bucky.” He told her, smiling sheepishly. She looked at him in confusion at the mention of his nickname. “My middle name is Buchanan, so everyone just says Bucky or Buck. It’s shorter.”

“Oh. Well my name is (name).” The girl chimed happily, ignoring the obvious awkwardness of the situation. “I saw you looking at me, you know.”

“Oh - shit, sorry, that probably seemed really creepy,” he laughed weakly and returned his gaze from her face to the floor. “I was just - uh… admiring your makeup.” What the fuck Bucky?! That’s not only a lie, it’s weird.

But she just laughed light-heartedly. “My makeup, huh?” She asked, obvious amusement in her voice. “Thanks I guess. Anyway, uh - I’m going to go back to talking with my friend. It was nice talking with you, Bucky.”

She turned away, and Buck watched her as she went back to her friend, walking head held high, never avoiding a gaze. That confidence - God, that was the confidence he wanted. Not only for himself, but also for the woman he ended up being with. And now I scared her off, Bucky thought. I’m such a mess.


A few hours later, the party was still far from over. If anything, there were just more people there… although a lot more were drunk or passed out on the couches in the lounge. Bucky had now made himself comfortable at the bar, and he stared at the ten empty shot glasses in front of him. He raised his fresh glass and downed the 11th. The bartender blinked a few times in amazement. “It’s the serum,” Buck told him. “I can’t get drunk.”

“O - okay. Another?” He asked, and Buck was about to say ‘one more’, but was interrupted.

“Two more, please,”

He knew that voice. He turned and saw the angel from earlier, the one he had supposedly scared off. “Uh - hi. (Name), w - was it?” He stuttered, scratching the back of his neck and summoning up enough courage to offer her a weak smile. Although he wasn’t sure if it was liquid courage or him finally manning up.

“Yeah, (name). And I know your name was Ja - Bucky. Right?” She replied, the beautiful smile on her face never faltering. When Buck nodded quickly, she continued. “I was wondering, after we finish this drink, wanna dance?”

“Wha - me?” Bucky asked, shock taking him over. The bartender tried to conceal a smirk and failed. He backed a step or two away from the counter when Buck shot him a glare. “Uh - why would you want to dance with me?”

“Because I think you’re cute,”

Oh my God, no fucking way. Okay, Bucky calm down, she probably is doing this on a dare. Just… just keep smiling. Laugh a little bit. Turn her down. “Well - uh, I wouldn’t want to step on your toes,” he objected, slapping himself internally. Why was he turning down someone like her?

“Wanna know something? I’m not very good at dancing, either.” She giggled and raised one eyebrow, downing her shot. Buck quickly followed and downed his. “Maybe we could go on a walk instead? It’s really loud in here, my ears need a break.”

“Uh - sure.” Bucky, what are you thinking? You’re can’t walk in awkward silence the entire time. You’ll have to say things… just… oh God, but she’s so amazing. I can’t turn this down.

“Alright, let me just tell my friend I’m gonna be gone for a sec,” she said before hurrying off to where her friend was sitting.

“Okay, I will, too…“ He said to her retreating form.


In a few minutes, Bucky and (name) were out on the streets, the music of the party fading off behind them and the sound of cars honking and motorcycles revving getting louder.

When Bucky had told Steve, Natasha, and Sam why he was leaving, they had all shared a look that said 'oh, wow, he actually got a girl’, but hadn’t said anything except ‘good luck’. Buck now rolled his eyes at the thought. They were so annoying sometimes, but life would be weird without them.

"I’m surprised Mr. Stark doesn’t get in trouble for how loud he plays the music,” (Name) remarked, and then laughed. Buck smiled.

“Well what’re they gonna do, sue Tony Stark? That’s just asking for trouble,” he rolled his eyes thinking about the arrogant being named Tony Stark.

“Yeah, that man is a whole nother thing on it’s own.” She huffed. “But don’t tell him I said that, him being my boss and all. I’m one of his assistants, I’d get fired pronto.”

“My lips are sealed.” Bucky promised, letting out a little laugh. He felt (name) looking at him and stopped to meet her gaze. “What is it, did I say something?” He panicked, taking a step back from her.

“No, no! I was just thinking, your real laugh is really nice,” she calmed him down, reaching up and tucking one of his long brown chin-length locks back behind his ear. “My God, Bucky, why are you so panicky? I bet you a hundred dollars you could get any girl you wanted if you had a little more confidence.”

“I don’t want to get just any girl, though,” Buck smiled a little bit and looked at the ground. (Name) nodded in understanding and grabbed his hand, taking him in surprise. However, he didn’t flinch or move away, her hand intertwined with his was nice… it was his metal one, too… and she didn’t even react to how cold it was. She just kept smiling, her eyes sparkling in the street lights and headlights of cars.

“Come on, let’s go to my apartment. I brought my bag, so I’ve got keys,” she told him. They started moving, but Bucky stopped her. “Hmm?” She asked.

“Why - uh, why would we need to go to your apartment?” He asked nervously. Was she going to try and have sex with him? He wanted it, but he didn’t have a condom, would he have to ask her for one? Oh God, oh God…

“Oh, no, no. I just thought we could watch a movie or something, I’d like to get to know you better, and it’s hard with all of this ambiance,” she told him once she had read the look on his face, raising her hands up. Buck smiled. She looked around, as if nervous someone was watching them, and then whispered, “I also said ambiance because it sounds smarter than noise.”

Bucky lost it at that, letting out his real laugh. He immediately felt a blush raising to his cheeks when he was done laughing. “There’s that laugh,” she said, smiling and putting her hand back in Buck’s metal one. The light pink dusting his face quickly darkened to red, and he hoped she didn’t notice.


“Alright, Mr. Bucky. We have The Lion King, Tangled, The Jungle Book, and Brave. Which one do you want to watch?” (Name) proclaimed when she walked into the living room, holding four DVD cases. Buck smiled.

She had changed into some pajamas, the top having a certain person’s shield on it and the bottoms having some red and white stars on them.

“Aren’t those all Disney movies?” He asked.

“Yeah. So what? I love Disney, I don’t care that I’m an adult.” She laughed, placing them out on the coffee table in front of Bucky and heading to the kitchen. “Now for food!” She pulled out bowls and bags of candy, chips, and some soda cans.

It took her and Bucky a few trips, but soon Cheetos, Doritos, Fritos, (God, they all end with ‘tos’ don’t they?) Skittles, M&Ms, and Hot Tamales were all laid out in bowls on the coffee table. “Presenting you with a feast!” (Name) told Bucky as she set down the last bowl.

Buck laughed. “You’re so cute.” He said, without thinking. He immediately regretted it when he felt the blush rising up to his face. He sighed to himself. Bucky, you’re such an idiot.

“Thanks, you’re cute, too.”

Okay, he should have expected that. After all, she had called him cute before, right? But it was a relief. “Alright, have you decided which movie you want?” She asked, sitting down close to Buck on the couch.

Really close.

Buck’s heart was beating hard. “Uh - uh, Tangled,” he said hurriedly.


Halfway through the movie, (name) had passed out with her head on Bucky’s chest. He had carefully moved her so her head was resting on a pillow and then covered her with a blanket folded over the back of the couch. He turned off the TV and the lamp in the corner of the living room as well as putting the bowls of leftover candy and chips in the kitchen. He was going to leave, but he decided to do something else first.

He found a notepad in the kitchen along with a pen, and he scribbled down something before slipping out of the apartment.


(Name) woke up and looked around. Shit, she had fallen asleep. Where was Bucky? After a drowsy sweep of the apartment, it was obvious that he had left. She sighed. It was a shame, she would have loved to make breakfast for him. She smiled when she saw a sticky note stuck on the fridge.

His number.

At the bottom it said: This is just in case you want to finish watching Tangled with me sometime. Don’t be shy to drop by the tower and ask for me. Sorry for being so awkward, I just get flustered around beautiful girls. - Bucky.

What a sweetheart, she thought as she proceeded to make her breakfast. Once she had laid out some cereal and orange juice for herself, she took her cellphone and entered Buck’s number in carefully. A rather groggy Bucky answered. “Hello, who is this?” He asked.

“(Name). I just wanted to tell you, you’re awkwardness - that’s part of what I like about you. It’s cute,” she said, a smile on her face. Buck couldn’t see it, but he could hear it in her voice.

“Well, maybe I can be a little more awkward with you at dinner tonight?” He asked, nervousness in his voice.

“Of course. I was wondering when you’d ask.”

“Alright. tonight at 6:30, meet me in the lobby of the tower?”

“Alright,”


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Tuesday Fic Rec #6

The werewolf who built his house of brick by Ionaonie | Stiles/Derek | g | 40k

Now that Scott’s human again, Derek isn’t their problem any more.

So why can’t Stiles stop thinking about him?

A++++ AU where Scott kills Peter and returns to being a human. Stiles being a sweetie and being concerned about Derek which leads to a budding friendship built on mutual trust and I love it. Addresses Scott’s habit of abandoning his childhood friend for Allison and how Stiles deals with it. Derek is a Real Boy™ who was going to college and picks it up after Peter is dealt with. I love it all :D 

Tongue-Tied by ConniptionCrazy | Stiles/Derek | n/r | 3.4k

They called him Stutter Stilinski, and when no one was looking on the playground, and Scott was nowhere to be seen (thankfully a rarity), a group of older kids would spot him and run up, surrounding him before Stiles could think.

Where Stiles has a stutter and Derek is surprisingly helpful.

It’s so cute, so soft. I love it. Precious AU where Stiles and Derek meet as kids briefly and Stiles remembers when his stutter makes a poorly-timed appearance. :) 

Incoming Call by @finduilasclln | Stiles/Derek | t | 1.2k

The phone disconnects after a thud and a crash and Derek is left yelling out Stiles’ name into dead air. He calls back immediately, and the phone rings and rings until Stiles’ perky voicemail message comes on. Derek ends the call the second it goes over to voicemail, and calls again, and again, while he’s grabbing his keys and running out to his car.

Classic™ fic for me. I love it still. Short and sweet and perfectly lovely 

I Found You in a Crowd by NIXtheWADE | Stiles/Derek | g | 3k

Stiles was instantly glad he’d left his drink behind, because he probably would have dropped it. 

There was one guy sitting where there was clearly enough space for three, and though a romantic would have believed that it was the universe’s way of making space for Stiles to sit, Stiles himself knew it was because the rest of occupants of the room probably didn’t want to die. 

Because the guy was good-looking, definitely, but he was also clearly a few years older and seemingly in a terrible mood, if the way he was glaring at his phone meant anything.

A “what it says on the tin” type fic. But I like the premise, I’d read more of what happens after the boys meet but it is a very cute premise and a very cute soulmate-meeting each other fic (◕‿◕✿) which is my lifeblood. 

Efflorescence by @abbiemill / wednesdays | Stiles/Derek | g | <1k

Apparently, you shouldn’t scratch trees, because there’s the possibility that an angry forest spirit will poke you repeatedly in the chest.

Flower crowns, supernatural creature Stiles, cocky Derek (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

my shift from hell (feb 1)

tl;dr: we were swamped, understaffed and my coworker was belittling me throughout my whole shift (was supposed to be four hours, ended up being almost five and i don’t even get paid for working overtime)

i had the worst day yesterday (feb 1). we were understaffed because one waiter is in croatia at his grandma’s funeral (bless her) and the woman who washes dirty dishes in the evening had the day off, so we were two people short in a rather small restaurant. originally i was supposed to be in the kitchen, but my boss decided to put me in the dining room instead. when i got there at 6 pm it was all fine, nothing we couldn’t handle but at 6:15 we had a huge reservation for 10-15 people and just shortly before that a group of 7 came in (they hadn’t made a reservation). so my coworker (W) takes orders (i’m not allowed to unless i get special permission while my coworkers are taking smoke breaks) and starts preparing their drinks, meanwhile i’m running back and forth trying to get the food out to the remaining tables. at one point W told me to put bread in the oven because it comes with specific meals but we were exactly one short in the kitchen so i had to go to the storage room which is in a different building (idk it’s so dumb) and as soon as I’m leaving the kitchen with the storage key in my hand W almost yells at me about what I’m doing. i explain the bread situation to him and he goes “well then go get it” like..i was about to and you stopped me, do you think i’m just running around for fun? anyways, so that got done and i served the table that had the bread - their ticket said two cheese platters, and one of them tells me that he didn’t order that. i help him figure out what he had ordered (he had forgotten the name, nbd, he was really nice about it) and told W about it. he just goes “oh yeah, that’s true” and didn’t even apologise to the guy for messing up his order, it was all on me.
now, because our dish washer had the day off and it was so busy, the kitchen staff couldn’t handle both food and dishes at the same time, so i was sent to help them, at that point it was two hours into my shift, i had just been running back and forth trying to stay on top of everything so it was actually really pleasant to just stand into the kitchen for a little while, i joked around with my coworkers a lot.
when we had that under control again i went back out into the dining room and at that point we were still swamped but everybody had their food so it quieted down a bit until i started running back and forth again with empty plates.
now, i need to talk a bit more about W. out of all employees he’s been in the industry the longest and he’s so cocky about it. there are certain tasks that he will just refuse to do (polishing cutlery and wine glasses, for example) because he thinks he’s too good for that. at some point i helped him prepare drinks, i started with one beer and then had to bring food to a table (don’t know what that’s like elsewhere but for us, hot food is the number one priority over everything) so after that i went back to help W, read over the ticket to see what he hadn’t prepared yet and he came up to me and went “do [name of drinks], i can’t do everything on my own” like?? i get that he’s more experienced than i am, he’s probably twice my age (i’m only 18) but that doesn’t mean that he’s hot shit and he certainly was not doing everything on his own, considering i had been getting so much food out while he was sometimes just standing around as i was doing that. also at some point i got a bit confused with a new meal on our menu that has rarely been ordered while i was there and if it had been ordered, i was never the one to serve it (and i was never in the kitchen while someone ordered it) so i asked W if it comes with salad or anything and he told me “you should know this, you work in the kitchen”. buddy you were out sick last week (which is when it was put on the menu) and i had to cover for you all week so don’t give me the “you work in the kitchen” crap because no, at the moment i don’t. also how DARE i ask for clarification and inconvenience you for literally five seconds
btw, i was supposed to work until 10 but because we were so busy and it didn’t clear up at all until 10:30-ish i couldn’t go home earlier and had to work at 8:30 am the next day, fml

707′s “Fishing” - Korean vs. English Explanation

Hi there, nonny♡

Before I get on with this request, I would first of all like to say this was a really funny chat room for me. I absolutely love Seven, he is such a goof ball. I would be glad to help you out with this request! ^^

Aww, thank you! It isn’t long before I experience death without actually dying. I always ask myself why I go to uni when I hate studying. Why didn’t I think of something else that I want to pursue instead? Probably because I don’t have anything in specific that I want to do.

I honestly don’t know what I am thinking either? It is just normal for me, I guess. My brother got into the same uni as me and he is taking 22 credits too and he is a medical major, and I can already feel the aura.

I remember I used to get home from high school at like 10PM?? It is a sad story.

ANYWAYS, I am going on a random tangent. Please join me under the cut if you would like the punny funny reason as to why this “fishing” thing was probably added to the chat room conversation ^^

Please note that although this is an analysis, there may be opinions that may differ or be consistent with mine! While I can give some sort of Korean background, for debatable topics, I do not represent all of the Korean minds for respective topics. Also, please excuse any errors or let me know if clarifications are needed, for English is not my first language! Thank you and enjoy!

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Training the New Act

June 16

It’s been two days since I went to the circus.

I have not left.

Finally managed to get my goddamn phone back from those three hooligans. Screen’s cracked in the corner but it’s still usable. I still don’t know how they got the drop on me.

I don’t have any signal but I know they still have my charger somewhere, and there’s an outlet in the corner of their trailer. If I can get even a bar I can call 911 and I’ll have a SWAT team here to save me. In case I die before help is found, my name is Evan Randall. I’m a doctor. The clowns kidnapped me, the act with the three teenagers, the juggler, the crying girl, and the acrobat. Show these bastards the full extent of the law.

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Breaking The Rules

Note: I’m so sad that Daveed is leaving today, but all good things must come to an end, right? Enjoy this imagine with my fav. <3

Request: Could you do a Daveed x reader one where Daveed is caught by the reader who works at a fast food restaurant putting soda in a water glass? I know that’s super random but I think it would be hilarious reading about him getting super awkward and the reader feeling bad but still being kinda ticked off. Like maybe Daveed tries to flirt himself out of it and the reader is trying to be professional but secretly being really into it? - @thatdepends-whosasking

Word Count: 757+

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warning: Language

Originally posted by poee-dameron

You hated your job. You hated it with every fiber of your being. You could have chosen to work at a retail store, why didn’t you? Because you were stupid and had chosen to work at a fucking fast food restaurant.

The only good thing about the job was that it was abandoned for most of the day. You had a few people trickle in for lunch and breakfast, so most of the day you just stood at the cash register, doing nothing.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. You looked up to see an extremely attractive guy with big curly hair, a handsome face, and a bit of facial hair. He wore a tank top to reveal his lean, well-built figure. You snapped your eyes away from him, not wanting to let him know you were checking him out.

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You Ain’t Got No Skills (Lin x Reader)

Masterlist

Request- “365 with Lin (( if u dont write rpf then with Alex ))”

“Everything has been different since I fell in love with you.”

A/N- (I’ve gotten a lot of requests saying “idk if you do this or not….” Guys. I will write practically ANYTHING. :) If you request it,  I will write it eventually. Speaking of “writing something eventually” I have soooo many requests right now. Requests are open unless I say otherwise but don’t expect your fic for awhile because I write in order of when received the request. ALSO this is the first fic where I write in third person instead of second for a bit so I hope that’s not super weird.)

Words- 1,913

You beamed proudly as you saw all your closest friends bowing. The audience’s cheers were deafening. Without even looking, you knew many of them were crying. They did every night. You had cried your first few nights working too. It was a freaking emotional musical. Being a stage hand for Hamilton wasn’t your only job, but it was probably your favorite one. 

One by one the cast exited the stage and highfived and hugged you as they usually did. You told them all what a wonderful job they had down. A few of them hung around and talked to you for awhile. These were your favorite people to be with. You noticed Lin hanging nearby and smiled at him. He looked kind of shocked but then smiled back. 


Lin had been staring. Again. It was starting become a real problem. She had caught him several time, but always just smiled her breathtaking smile. Chis Jackson walked up to Lin.

“Hey, man! What’re you-oh” Chris realized exactly what he was doing. “Man, you gotta stop this. You’ve been crushing on her for like a year. You’ve been practically in love with her for almost just as long.”

“Yeah, I noticed.” Lin said. 

“I mean I don’t want to say I told you so, but if you had asked her out right away like I said you should, you wouldn’t be stuck in this co-worker friend zone situation.” Chris pulled of part of his elaborate costume. 

“I know.” Lin sighed defeated and leaned against the wooden wall. 

“Don’t give up though, man! You still have time.” Chris looked right at Lin. “Can I suggest sooner rather than later.” Lin shrugged. The idea of asking Y/N out and having her turn him down seemed much worse than continuing to live in his day dreams. Lin and Chris were both watching as she hugged Ariana goodbye and started gathering up a few things around her. 

“Here’s your chance, ask her out right now.” Chris said. Lin gave him a nervous look, but Chris was already pushing him towards Y/N. 

“Hey…Y/N. Can I talk to you for a second?”


You turned around and saw Lin scratching the back of his head with a sheepish smile. It the most adorable thing you’d ever seen. You’ve had feelings for Lin since your first day working at Richard Rogers. There was a lot of down time in side the theater, hiding from the fans outside, and you’d spent a lot of that time with him the first day.  

“Yeah, of course Lin” You smiled at him. He laughed a little.

“Well I was just umm..” he wasn’t meeting your eyes. “I was wondering if you uh-” 

“Lin! Tina Fey’s here and she wants to meet you!” someone shouted. 

“You better go, genius.” you told him, smiling. 

“I..look, wait right here, okay?” He said. 

“Lin I-”

“Just stay there I’ll be back in a flash, I promise.” You rolled your eyes at his typical spastic nature. You continued organizing some of the stuff that was left behind in the rush of performances. 

Lin was right he was back very soon. 

“How’s Tina?” you joked. 

“Oh she’s great really funny.” he was out of breath. “Look, Y/N. Do you wanna go out with me sometime?” He asked the question so quickly it took you a moment to realize what he’d asked. He himself looked shocked. “I mean, like-”

“I’d love to Lin.” you stopped him before he could say something to ruin it.

“You would?” 

“Yeah” you said. He smiled brightly at you and you couldn’t help but smile back. 

“Lin!” Someone shouted again, but Lin stayed put.

“You should probably go, Lin.” 

“Oh! Right! I’ll…text you?” he said. You nodded and he smiled before sprinting away. 


He definitely texted you. A whole paragraph. 

 Hey Y/N, lemme just say I’m so beyond happy that you agreed to go out with me. Like you have no idea. The whole cast is going our for drinks after the Friday performance this week, and I know a lot of people were hoping you would too. But I also kind of want to do something just us. I feel like you and I haven’t gotten to hand out alone for awhile, and that sucks ya know? Anyway I was thinking maybe Thursday after the performance you and I can do something together. I know it’ll probably be late, but I thought it could be fun. I don’t know, let me know what you think

x Lin

Who even signs their name after texts?  You laughed at your phone and texted back. 

Thursday sounds great :)

x Y/N


“Smiley face! What does a smiley face mean?” Lin shouted. 

“It means she digs you!” Anthony said. 

“Nah, a winky face means she digs you. A smiley face means she just being nice.” Daveed said. 

“Just being nice? So she doesn’t like me?” 

“Okay, but this is Y/N we’re talking about. She only uses winky faces ironically.” Jazzy said. 

“True.” Oak said. “I wouldn’t know if she likes you or not though.”

“Oh I definitely think she does.” Daveed responded. 

“Really?” Lin’s voice squeaked.

“Yes!” Several voices echoed. 

“I don’t understand why you’re so worried, Lin!” Anthony said. “She already said she’d go out with you.”

“I don’t know.” Lin looked down.” I just really don’t wanna mess it up.”

“Oh my god.” Daveed said. 

“He loves her!” Jasmine exclaimed. 

“HOLY SHIT! Lin’s in love with Y/N!” Oak shouted. Renée burst into the room. 

“Lin’s in love with who?” she asked excitedly. 

“Y/N!” several people shouted. 

“Oh yeah I knew that.” Renée said,somewhat disappointed.  The room erupted into laughter. “She totally likes him too though.” 

“Actually?” Lin said, excitedly. Renée put her hand on Lin’s shoulder. 

“You have nothing to worry about.”


Thursday came faster as you expected, but it still didn’t feel fast enough. You were standing on the side of the stage passing props and having whispered conversations when you heard a voice close up to your ear. 

“We still on for tonight?” You turned around and saw Lin smiling at you. He was wearing his black outfit and had glasses on. 

“Of course!” you whispered back. Lin kept smiling at you. “Lin.” you whispered. “You’re on.” you said nodding to the stage. 

“Shit!” he whispered. He ran to the side of the stage and walked on right before he almost missed his entrance. You were still laughing when Daveed came offstage in a magenta suit. 

“What’s got you all happy?” he said with a smirk.

“Nothin’” you shrugged. 

“Could it be your date with Lin tonight?” 

Your face dropped. “You know about that?” 

“I know lots of things.” he said smiling. 

“Go get changed” You order blushing. He put his hands up in defense and walked away. You smiled again. It seemed Lin was just as excited. 


After the performance was over, you sat on a couch in one of the dressing rooms until Lin changed. You had already changed since you didn’t want to wear you work clothes on a first date with someone, especially if that someone already saw you in those clothes almost every day. You were wearing dark jeans and a turquoise top that showed part of your midriff. You heard a knock and looked up to see Lin standing in the doorway wearing jeans and and a gray button down. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail. You stood up and smiled at him. 

“Wow..” he breathed. You looked down and blushed. “Shall we go?” He held out his arm and you took it. 

“Where’re we going anyway?” you asked as you exited the theater through a door that was less crowded with fans. It was lat enough that most people had already left. 

“I was thinking we could just walk around until we see something to do.” 

“You, Lin-Manuel Miranda, wanna just walk around Broadway.” you said in shock. 

“Nah we’re getting the hell out of here.” he smiled. You turned down a street and started walking away from the lights and sounds of Broadway. You were walking around the Lower East Side when a small unassuming bar caught your eye. 

“You wanna go in?” he asked with a small smile on his face. The bar looked down right trashy. 

“Live a little, Lin!” you smiled. 

“No problem!” he shot back. You both walked in. It was just as you expected. Super trashy. Lin raised his eyebrows and laughed. You picked a spot side by side at the bar, and ordered drinks. 

Conversation flowed easily between you two. Eventually you scooting your chairs closer to hear each other better. He might lay a hand on your leg every once in awhile, and you might have touched his arm every time you laughed. The conversation switched between serious and not every few minutes. 

“I mean doesn’t it get hard? Having people expect so much from you?” You asked him. 

“Oh hell yes!” he responded. “It used to be worse though. I cared so much about what everyone thought about what I did. I’ve read every review every written for In The Heights.” he laughed lightly. 

“Well what changed?”

“I realized their opinions weren’t what mattered to me. I only really cared about impressing you. Honestly, everything’s been different since I fell in love with you.” You stared at him wide eyed. He mimicked your look. “Oh my god, that’s definitely not something that you say on the first date. I am so sorry, Y/N.” Lin put both hands over his face.

“Lin. It’s fine.” 

“It’s really not.” his voice was muffled by his hands. 

“Lin, look at me.” you said softly. He sighed and met your eyes. “Lin I…I love you, too.” you said, not fully realizing how true the words were until you said them out loud. 

“You-” Lin started, but you cut him off by kissing him. He was stunned, but quickly brought a hand up to your face. His tasted lightly of alcohol. You leaned so close you thought you might fall off the bar stool. 

“Last call!” the barman shouted gruffly. Lin pulled away from you gently. 

“Is it really that last?” he whispered. His face was still unbearably close. 

“I guess so.” you whispered back. You really did not want to leave, but you both had to work the next day. 

“I’ll get you a cab.” Lin stuttered. He helped you step off the bar stool and you both paid for you drinks. Lin felt bad having you pay, but you insisted that you liked it better that way. 

You walked out of the bar and Lin hailed a cab down for you. It took a few tried but he finally flagged one down. 

“Do you want to just split one?” you asked, wondering how he would get home. 

“No…I think I’m gonna walk for a bit.” he said. 

“Be safe.” 

“Are you gonna go tomorrow night?” he asked nervously. 

“Yeah, I think so.” A grin spread across both of your faces. He looked at you hesitantly then leaned in a kissed you quickly. 

“I’ll uh text you.” 

“You better.” you winked at him before stepping into the cab and closing the door. Lin watched as you drove off. You gave the driver you address. Sighing, you laid down in the backseat, clutching your purse to your chest which was tight with emotion.

“Good night?” the driver asked with an amused tone. 

“The best.” you replied. 

pinkpuffballdude  asked:

For the ship thing: Crowley and Aziriphale (whose name I can never spell)?

           Send Me A Ship And I’ll Tell You Who…        

  • Drinks all of the coffee
    Crowley. Long nights setting construction markers just so. And coffee fits his image. And Aziraphale appears to be more into tea and cocoa anyway.
  • Brings up adopting a pet
    Aziraphale. Crowley doesn’t mind but keep the fur off his designer furniture
  • Kills the bugs
    Crowley

  • Cooks the meals
    Neither? When they can go anytime anywhere? If cooking has to happen probably Aziraphale.

  • Starts getting into holidays way before they should
    Crowley. There’s so much that can be done with them after all

  • Initiates the couple selfies
    Crowley

  • Forgets the birthdays and anniversaries
    It’s not so much forgetting per se, but they’ve been around a loooong time. These things slip by you know and Aziraphale gets wrapped up in his things and days slip by before you know it

  • Always ends up with too much junk food after grocery shopping
    Aziraphale. The tasty dainties. Shopping doesn’t even occur to Crowley.

  • Nicknames the other
    Neither particularly go for it. Aziraphale has his ‘my dears’ and such but doesn’t beyond. If it were to happen more Crowley but not necessarily always very flattering.
Mars-Bar • Alex Danvers

My giggles were absolutely uncontrollable as I stumble with Kara into her apartment. We’d meet after the DEO started talking to me and had become especially close after I started dating her sister Alex. Honestly for the longest time I was nervous about Kara, she’s my girlfriends sister and best friend so I always had the fear that she might not like me. That is ridiculous because she’s one of the nicest people I know but I couldn’t help but feel anxious and desperately want to bond with Kara. Most of our recent bonding was over the fact that our home planets were close and our alieness, I tried to bond over game night but failed because of my lack of human knowledge.

Flashback to this morning when I found out that Kara had never returned to space to visit any other planets, my own powers allow me to teleport and can go to other planets whenever I want so I insisted she’d let me take her out and show her a good time. And now it is currently 3 a.m. and we just crashed our way into her apartment after falling down the stairs twice and trying to get into the wrong room five times.

I had transported us to the Mars-Bar, a bar that is themed around the human perception of what Martians would look like. The waiters dressed ridiculously and the drinks had assorted punny names like Take Me To Your Liquer and The Roswell Shot. A lot of drinks and jokes later we realize we should probably head back to earth. We apparently didn’t realize this soon enough because as we stumble into the room we see Alex staring at us sternly.

“Where exactly have you two been for the last five hours?” She says as we try and quiet are giggling.

“Aleeeexxxxxx, there was this bar you should totally come sometime….” Kara slurs while making her way to her couch and laying down,

“Dude…. the atmosphere would kill her… we cant take her there,” I say going to give Alex a hug but more likely falling into her.

“Atmosphere? You took Kara to space? And got her drunk? What were you thinking, (y/n)?” Alex says basically holding you up.

“She’s never been to space since she was tiny, Alex… Its important to me that we bond… I want your sister to like me because I like you… its just important… we gotta bond… so I took her out for a few drinks… we were just having fun… you seem disappointed… Im sorry…” I say cuddling into her.

Alex sighed, exasperated, “Just tell me next time you two go MIA to bond on a different planet,” I nodded as she started walking me towards the door.

“You just need to be careful, I worry about you two,” She continues. I nod again noticing that Kara had fallen asleep on her couch as Alex walked me out of the apartment room.

“You know she already loves you right, you dont need to take her to another planet to get her to like you,” She says laughing a bit while walking you down the stairs.

“God I love you, (y/n),” she said as she walked you down the street towards her apartment to go to bed.

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Seventeen at a Club

S. Coups: does a headcount when they enter and leave the club. Still fine after drinking 6 bottles.

Jeonghan: sets a world record for the most amount of shots downed in 5 seconds. No one expected it.

Joshua: criticising everyone’s choice of clothing. Orders water then becomes a tragic embarrassment on the dance floor. 

Jun: ignores the girls surrounding him and follows Minghao instead.

Hoshi: even though he doesn’t drink, he’d be taking over the dance floor as if he was drunk. Probably invents some type of dance and forces DK to do it with him.

Wonwoo: sitting alone because everyone is avoiding him. Probably leaves after 5 minutes and goes to a library or something.

Woozi: takes over the DJ booth but then leaves after 5 songs because the music was giving him a headache.

DK: starts befriending everyone, even the plants in the entrance. Becomes an embarrassing dancing trainwreck with Hoshi.

Mingyu: accidentally bumps into someone, being the clumsy person he is, and causes a fight. 

The8: gets drunk and pours his heart out to the person sitting next to him. 

Seungkwan: “My name is Boo Seungkwan and I’m from a group called Seventeen!! Do you know me?” Also takes over the karaoke station and sings his little heart out.

Vernon: probably drinking apple juice watching Sing Street because he’s underaged.

Dino: watching Michael Jackson videos under a blanket fort.

anonymous asked:

#24 xx

So this request has been sitting in my box since I started the fratboy series, so I apologize for taking so long to get to it. Let me point out that I don’t think Harry would really ever do this, but it was a prompt so I tried to come up with the best idea. Hope you like it. Prompt was: “Show me your texts or it’s over.”


You hurried outside to your car, the summer heat threatening to burn you through your black shirt. You felt the vibration of your phone in your hand, alerting you of yet another text from Harry. He’d been texting you all morning and throughout your lunch break. It had started off as a harmless conversation of missing each other when he’d reminded you what time his flight arrived. You’d been apart for over a week, resolving to short late night phone chatter until one of you fell asleep, or the occasional text that left you cold and flat. Needless to say, you were dying to see him.

As the morning progressed, however, so did the texts. His flight was delayed due to weather. He wasn’t sure if he’d make it in time to go home and change, so he’d asked to meet you at the dinner party. You argued back and forth, insisting that you were fine with being a bit late if it meant you could go together.

You knew without a doubt that this text that had just arrived was him telling you otherwise, but you were already running late and needed to get back to work. You’d been excited for and anticipating his return, but now you were just frustrated and perturbed.

Tossing your purse and your phone in the passenger seat, you drove back to work. It wasn’t until you were settled back in your desk, running your hands through your hair with a sigh, that you decided to examine his newest text. You were surprised, however, when you noticed the name. It wasn’t from Harry. It was from your ex-boyfriend, John.

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anonymous asked:

this may sound random but I'm just really curious... RFA finding out MC used to be in a gang

(my friend buddy pal you have NO idea like omg this is my FAVOURITE SCENARIO EVER literally I COULD WRITE A 10K fanfic about this bc I love Gang!MC So. MUCH!)

Yoosung

  • MC never really considered telling him
  • sure, it was part of what MC had been in the past-
  • but damn
  • Yoosung is just, so pure and nice
  • maybe he’d feel put off by that?
  • it just seems like he has this image of MC
  • where he sees them as an innocent and precious being who came from the heavens to help
  • and something tells MC that being part of a gang isn’t something he’d ever fathom
  • they know that if Seven didn’t reveal it when he had the chance, it means they’re being given a chance but still
  • eventually, as their life advances, MC just forgets they never told Yoosung?
  • they’d been having such a normal relationship they just forgot?
  • and they probably wouldn’t have ever told him
  • until one day, MC and Yoosung are at the mall
  • there’s a creepy person trailing behind them, and MC suggests they leave
  • the creep follows them out the mall and MC acts on reflex when they see the creep’s hand reaching for Yoosung’s shoulder
  • Yoosung is in shock
  • MC just aprehended this person and is holding- a knife? MC flipped the creep over and is holding a knife to their throat?
  • MC had just followed their instincts and did to the man what they’d do back then when someone from a rival gang tried to attack
  • suddenly MC realizes they’re doing this in front of Yoosung
  • let go of the man, throw the knife elsewhere, take Yoosung’s hand and run
  • “Woah… Where did that come from, MC?”
  • MC bites their lip, but hey, what’s even the point of hiding it anymore?
  • “… Well, I was in a gang when I was younger. It was, er, just something I remembered from back then.”
  • Yoosung is… Well, he’s shocked
  • “Are you still there?”
  • “No, I left when I joined the RFA. Figured we had enough of a dangerous person with 707.”
  • MC is not in danger, so he’s really not angry or anything
  • Mostly surprised, and as long as MC promises to stay out of dangerous stuff like that, he’s seriously not worried

Jaehee

  • MC could see Jaehee not trusting them in the first days
  • I mean, she had her reasons not to, but it still felt a bit fishy to MC
  • for all Jaehee knew they were a normal person right??
  • but then MC realizes
  • that’s exactly why Jaehee doesn’t trust them
  • because they could be anyone
  • So, MC decides to just drop their personal information (besides, that hacker dude probably already has their info, no?)
  • When Jaehee connects, MC just drops a huge list
  • Full name, birth date, birth place, gender, family, education, past jobs, hobbies, height, etc.
  • Just thing after thing
  • “MC? Why are you telling me this?”
  • But MC is not done
  • “also to top it off I was in a gang. Not in it anymore, so please don’t worry. I’m not doing anything that could damage the RFA now”
  • Jaehee just assumes gang as in, y’know, some teens drinking liquor behind 7/11 and driving underage, egging houses and stuff
  • “… I’ll add all this to your file. Thank you, I suppose?”
  • from there on though, Jaehee does seem to trust MC more- I mean all the lowkey flirting in the chatroom probably happens due to MC’s blatant honesty the first day
  • In the party, Jaehee mentions how surprised they were to see MC was in a gang
  • “You didn’t seem like that kind of teenager to me, to join a gang and all. It’s amazing how time can change a person, right MC?.”
  • Teenager?
  • “Actually, I was in that gang up until I joined the RFA, and then I left.”
  • what
  • Jaehee realizes that was no small fry gang when MC explains a bit more
  • “Yeah… I guess it wasn’t the healthiest group, and all. I- I didn’t do anything too illegal, and my criminal record is clean though. I didn’t get caught doing anything and now I never will, so don’t worry Jaehee.”
  • um
  • she worries for like, half a week and then calms down because if MC smuggled weapons and now invites people to parties maybe they’re safe now

Zen

  • did someone mention Zen was in a motorcycle gang??
  • MC reads that and they’re pleasantly surprised
  • “ahaha wow same I used to be in a gang too!”
  • Zen also finds this amusing and starts telling his experiences in the gang
  • “Yeah the only parts that sucked was when your leader was mid-deal with another gang and you were guarding, and the police showed up so you had to run from them making sure they didn’t shoot ur boss ;;”
  • Zen is. Sure this is not what they did at his old gang
  • running away from police??
  • sure but they did that to avoid being given tickets for speeding and stuff
  • “what do you mean avoiding your boss being shot?!”
  • MC realizes hey maybe your gang was nearly a mafia and not everybody has that kinda experience
  • “oooooh wait nvm forget that”
  • Zen never really forgets
  • but MC never brings it up again so???
  • he’s just a bit scared MC would get into shady businesses again
  • luckily, MC can tell he’s worried when they meet him
  • If I did that, I’d make you look bad no? I don’t want to harm you, Zen. I’m out of that, mkay?”
  • reassuring words work miracles for him
  • so now when he’s telling his old gang stories MC always one-ups them with their actually dangerous real deal gang stories

Jumin

  • being in a gang was… Well, not something MC was ashamed of
  • it did shape them a bit as a person
  • but also not something MC wanted to bring out about themselves
  • and since nobody ever asked they never said anything
  • still, after the party and once they’re in a secure relationship with Jumin, they’re still on that “ask no questions receive no answers” mindset
  • on a miscellaneous day MC is walking down the streets with Jumin- probably after MC insisted on walking around after a long day 
  • suddenly, out of an alley a suspicious looking individual comes towards MC
  • it’s a woman, dressed in short ripped shorts, wearing a fishnet shirt with a black bandeau underneath, a handkerchief covering her mouth, many strange tattoos, and a knife in her belt
  • Jumin’s bodyguards start getting ready to act up
  • Jumin slowly wraps his arm around MC in case the woman tries to do anything funny
  • but MC just slips out of his grasp
  • and walks towards the woman with a large smile??
  • “Boss! It’s been a long time!”
  • the woman smiles and bumps fists with MC
  • “MC! Darn, how have ya been? I was scared somethin’ had caught ya, dropping out so suddenly!”
  • Jumin is, with good reason, confused
  • MC talks a bit with this boss woman, asking things like “how was everything running without them”, “if any new members had joined”, and “if the police had stopped trying to track down the hideout”
  • eventually they say goodbye and MC returns to Jumin’s side
  • “MC… Who was that…?”
  • “Oh, the boss of a gang I used to be in.”
  • back at home, Jumin tries to ask more
  • MC replies truthfully to his questions because what’s the point in hiding it??
  • Jumin is a bit surprised MC would ever join such dangerous people
  • also, he increases the amount of bodyguards for MC because what if an old rival gang attacked them?? 

707

  • he knew it was a bit more intrusive than he should be, but he needed to make a background check on MC
  • he enters their old chatting app acount and find some rather interesting chat logs
  • messages such as
    • “can’t hang out today, the boss has a deal w another gang and I  have to help out”
    • “can you believe I get to teach newbies how to shoot this is amazing maybe I’ll be the next boss!”
    • “be careful, the police are searching for our hideout and they’ve been lurking near. wear something that covers ur face and don’t bring guns today because if they catch you with those u r in trouble”
  • clearly not just, normal standard texting with friends
  • he can figure out pretty easily what they mean
  • he decides to bring it up on a call out of sheer curiosity
  • “MC, what did you do before the RFA?”
  • “I used to be in a little gang thing back then, also a couple odd jobs…”
  • he insists on knowing the gang name
  • and when MC tells him, he quickly makes his research
  • bam DRUGS GUNS MURDER ALCOHOL ROBBERIES
  • ok maybe not that bad but the gang is not rainbows and sunshine
  • he’s actually worried MC left the gang and now they hold grudges to them?
  • leaving organised crime organisations is never easy
  • still, MC insists it was just a small little side thing
  • Seven knows it was much more than that but he can tell MC doesn’t want to creep the others out
  • when he comes over to Rika’s apartment to fix the whole fiasco with the hacker thing, he actually scares MC
  • they didn’t expect him to get there so fast
  • he’s shocked bc when MC senses danger their hands move on their own
  • where a gun holster would usually be
  • MC admits that they’d been pretty used to having their gun handy-dandy 
  • also when he starts with all that “stay away from me I’m dangerous” MC is like
  • boi
  • “listen up if it weren’t for the gang’s shady contacts I can assure my criminal record would be the worst and I’d probably be in jail so don’t even try to tell me that”
  • eventually he’s like… chill?
  • like it’s in the past sure ok maybe MC was in a gang but he’s a dangerous hacker so who is he to speak