he did went through a lot to be that wise though

Long time coming

Bucky x reader

Notes: fluff, hot coffee, Steve and Sam are bratty.

A/N: I needed something short and sweet. So here it is. Enjoy! x 

Summary: a morning incident involving hot coffee finally brings Y/N and Bucky together. 

The moment Y/N walked the kitchen door of the small cabin, Bucky’s eyes were fixed on her. Even though she just woke up and looked a mess with her bedhead and her oversized MIT jersey, he couldn’t stop watching her. As she reached over to the coffee machine she moaned softly -but dramatically- at the movements she had to make to get her daily fuel.

Bucky couldn’t help but smile. She always had a dramatic streak, in a humorous kind of way.

“You alright there, soldier?” He chuckled at her, trying his best to not stare at her ass when she reached up to grab a mug from the cupboard. She wasn’t wearing anything but her cotton panties underneath the MIT jersey, and Bucky wasn’t complaining. 

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We Are Young: Chapter 1

Throne of Glass High School AU

Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.

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“Coach is going to kill you.”

Aelin had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. She glanced over at Nehemia, but the dark skinned beauty was too busy backing into a parking spot of the school parking lot to pay her any attention.

Uncle Orlon,” The car came to a stop and Aelin sent Nehemia another pointed look - “Isn’t going to kill me for added a little extra sugar in my coffee.” A pause. “Uncle Weylan might though.”

“There are several things wrong with your statement,” Lysandra spoke up from the back of the car. She leant forward to look at herself in the rearview mirror, fixing her hair as she spoke. “One, you got a gingerbread latte and added three extra packets of sugar. I wouldn’t call that ‘a little’. And two,” Lysandra turned, sending Aelin a deadly smile. “Coach Weylan will definitely kill you when he finds out.”

If he finds out.” Aelin smirked, taking a big sip of her over sugared drink.

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Father’s Day

I just wanted to write a little feel-good fic for Father’s Day. I know not everyone will get/want to celebrate it, but I hope this will at least make you smile. Enjoy!

WARNING: spoilers ahead. Please read at your own discretion.

Note: This is going to take place post-game, the summer after everything happens. This is also an AU where everyone’s alive and well because I want them to be happy lmaoo. 


The last thing Sojiro expected when he trekked into Leblanc was a bunch of teenagers greeting him, especially when it was this early in the morning.

“Happy Father’s Day!” they cheered.

“Whoa, what’re you kids doing up so early?” 

“We came to celebrate, duh!” Futaba explained.

Haru’s dainty voice chimed like bells. “You did so much to help not only Akira, but us as well, so we wanted to express our gratitude!”

Sojiro shyly rubbed the back of his head. “You don’t have to do that; it was nothing.”

“C’mon, Boss, don’t be like that. You covered for us, so we gotta do somethin’ to thank ya for savin’ our asses,” Ryuji insisted.

“We agreed on Destinyland as our location, did we not? Perhaps I should have brought my sketchbook…”

“Dude, focus. If ya keep tryin’ to draw everything, you’ll miss out on the moments that matter. Plus you always end up gettin’ lost when ya run around sketchin’ everything…”

“Hm, you have provided me with some valuable insight. Thank you, Ryuji. I will carefully ponder over your words,” Yusuke mused.

“Y-yeah, go for it.”

Sojiro shook his head. “Now just hold on a minute. Nothing’s been decided yet. What about the shop? And how are we supposed to afford tickets?”

Ann spoke up next. “Don’t worry, the shop will still be here when we come back! And we all saved up from our summer jobs, though Haru and Akira contributed the most…”

Futaba nodded. “We even have enough for food and souvenirs! Pleeeease Sojiro?”

The manager crossed his arms. “Well…”

Just then, the tinkling bells from the front door of the cafe interrupted, and everyone focused their attention on the visitor.

Akechi stood at the entrance, analyzing everyone’s reactions. “Oh, am I interrupting something? My apologies; I have the day off, so I was going to enjoy a cup of delicious coffee to start the day… I’ll be off now.”

“Wait,” Akira demanded just as Akechi turned on his heel. “I was just about to text you.”

The detective’s curiosity was piqued. “Really? Is something the matter?”

Akira nodded, his ebony hair bouncing from the action. “Yeah, and it’s something only you can help with.”

“…Very well. Please, go on.”

The bespectacled boy procured a slip of paper from his pocket. “There’s a ticket to Destinyland with your name on it, so we were hoping you’d join us to celebrate Father’s Day.”

Akechi’s chestnut eyes widened. “F-Father’s Day? And you wish for me to accompany you all…?” He fidgeted from his internal conflict. “…Is that truly wise?”

Sojiro peeked at the boy for a moment, then he sighed. “I don’t like that everyone’s just deciding everything, but you’re just as much a part of this family as any of these rascals.” Sojiro smirked. “If you don’t like that reason, then consider it as thanks for your loyal patronage.”

“It couldn’t hurt to have one more level-headed person assist me with supervising you all to make sure you don’t cause trouble,” Makoto added.

“Hey! We ain’t gonna cause trouble on Boss’s special day,” Ryuji scowled. He turned his attention to Akechi. “So whaddaya say, man? You in?”

Akechi was speechless. He waited tensely for the bellows of laughter and a ‘just kidding!’…

But it never came.

He glanced around at everyone, desperately attempting to uncover the hidden practical joke, but all that greeted him were their sincere faces and encouraging nods. Akechi took a deep breath. “…All right. I accept your invitation.” He hesitated and smiled bashfully. “…I hope we’ll make good memories together.”

The group erupted into a thunderous cheer, and Akechi was baffled yet again from their enthusiasm; he had expected disappointment. Sojiro placed a hand on his shoulder. “Glad to have you on board, son.” He turned to the rest of them. “You all brought the van, right? C’mon, I’ll drive. Oh, and can you get my camera from behind the counter, Futaba?” He shook his head as he pivoted to open the door. “Jeez, I can’t believe you troublemakers are dragging me into this.”

Futaba reprimanded him. “Quit your whining, old man! Now let’s make like a rocket and blast off to Destinyland!”

“H-hey, who’re you calling ‘old man’?” Sojiro chuckled. “Never thought I’d have so many kids to look after.” He turned to Akira. “This is your fault, you know.”

Akira mischievously smirked. “Love you, dad.”

Sojiro sighed yet again. He was used to Akira’s shenanigans by now. “Yeah, yeah. Just hop in the van before I change my mind.”

“You guys are so lucky,” Morgana complained.

“Don’t worry; we’ll be sure to purchase souvenirs and take lots of pictures! Maybe we could have sushi delivered here and have our own private celebration tonight!” Haru reassured him.

Even though he acted tough, Sojiro was deeply touched by their gratitude and admiration for him. He didn’t think he did anything to warrant such feelings, but he definitely wasn’t complaining either.

The group chatted and played in the van on the way there, and Sojiro thought he was going to go insane. He nearly turned back when Ann and Ryuji were bickering, and they both nearly toppled out of the vehicle.

“Who’s the genius that thought it was a good idea to have those two next to each other?!” Sojiro exclaimed.

Makoto brainstormed punishments for the group’s inevitable misconduct with Akechi. “I-isn’t that a bit extreme?” he implored.

“Not at all. Would you like to hear the more severe ones I had in mind?”

Akechi gulped. “…You truly are a formidable woman.”

Futaba was teaching Yusuke about the aesthetics of memes.

“Interesting. Amphibians and cartoonish sea creatures seem to have great appeal to the people of the Internet. Shall I incorporate this in my next piece…?”

“Go for it, Inari. Oh, and show me when you’re done!”

Haru was discussing her ideas for her cafe with Sojiro, and he even offered some advice and tactics to earn loyalty from customers. 

Akira merely chuckled and teased everyone whenever he joined in on their conversations. Everyone laughed and played car games together until they arrived.

Eager to get things rolling, they assembled at the entrance and were guided through the bag check. After they made it through, they went all out.

The very first thing they did was purchase animal ear headbands, somehow managing to convince Sojiro to wear his. They stayed together as a group by holding hands or linking arms the entire time, and they took turns snapping pictures of each other. 

Yusuke was inflicted with motion sickness from the spinning teacup ride, and Akechi felt queasy himself, so the duo leaned on each other and moped while everyone else purchased ice cream; they even returned with extra for Akechi and Yusuke. The two refused at first, but when Futaba threatened to eat their share, somehow they were magically cured from their ailments, and they had no further qualms with digging in. 

Ironically, the kids had to look after Sojiro at one point due to single moms hitting on him. Akira and Futaba cringed together and pried him away.

“Hey! The adults were talking!” he complained as he was dragged away.

“Can it, dad. This is for your own good,” Futaba replied.

“D-dad?” One thing Sojiro couldn’t get used to was his nickname. Everyone in the group had called him that at one point, including Akechi.

Speaking of which, while the group took a brief bathroom break, Akechi stayed behind with Sojiro to thank him for allowing him to tag along.

“Don’t worry about it, son. You’re one of us now, so feel free to come to me if you’re ever in a tight spot, all right?”

Akechi felt his throat clench as he nodded, and he was exuberant beyond words to finally say that he had a ‘family’, as well as a ‘father’.

Sojiro felt something similar. He joined the merry laughter of the kids; he tag-teamed with Ryuji and boldly sat in the front seat of the roller-coasters; he protected the girls from leering creeps that approached them; he discussed fashion and gave advice to Akechi; he photographed everything so that Yusuke could use it as a reference for his art; he ruffled Akira’s hair whenever he sassed him; he even carried Futaba on his shoulders so she could see the vibrant parade. 

Sojiro honestly surprised himself with how much he treasured these kids. They spontaneously paid for an extravagant celebration to simply thank him for doing what any decent father would do.

Father, huh?

He glanced around at the kids’ beaming faces as they linked arms with him and wandered about in search of their next target: the water ride.

…Heh, not bad.

The group played for hours ensuring that they rode on everything, and they were absolutely drenched from repeatedly riding the water attraction. They purchased all the pretense shots from the rides, and they snickered at their ridiculous poses and faces. In one of the shots, they all agreed beforehand to appear completely unamused and stoic, and the result was completely worth it. 

As soon as they were seated in the van, everyone passed out, and they slept throughout the journey home while leaning on one another. Some of them quietly snored and snuggled with each other. Sojiro impulsively smiled at the sight and shook his head.

Jeez… it’s Father’s Day and I’m the one doing all the work.

He also thought about how these kids never had a proper father figure in their lives, and he felt indignant for their sake. 

It’s their loss for missing out on these kids. But I nearly did the same since I didn’t think it was my problem…

Sojiro recalled the exciting events of the day, and he peered at the sleeping kids once again. His eyes began to tear up.

What a stupid way of thinking… They were looking out for me even when there was a chance that I wouldn’t have done the same.

He wiped the tears spilling from his eyes.

Thank you. I’m honored to be your father.

Only You (M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: ¼ cup of angst, ¼ cup of fluff, and a whole lot of smut
Summary: After another woman kisses Jimin, he tries to convince you that he’s faithful with make-up sex
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Originally posted by jeomy

A/N: I’m not too fond of angst and I’m terrible at writing it but I couldn’t get this idea out of my head so I just went for it. Since I’m a sucker for happy endings I added fluff to balance it out.

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You didn’t know how, if it even happened, and you didn’t know who, but you did know what. You sat there unmoving as your best friend told you what she saw. You and her had gone jogging and were passing through the park when you saw Jimin with another girl. This didn’t bother you at first because Jimin was allowed to have other female friends, just like you were allowed to have other guy friends. You aren’t the jealous type so you didn’t question what they were doing or why he was alone with her in the park. Your friend saw them at about the same time that you did and you kept running, not giving it a second thought, but her sudden gasp made you swiftly whirl your head around to see what she saw. A tree was blocking your view, but all you could see was a blushing Jimin walking away from the girl and wiping his mouth. You asked her why she gasped and all she could do was shake her head and urge you to keep running.

Now you were at her house, sitting in a dinning chair listening to her describe the scene that just played out.

“I’m not making any assumptions here, I’m just telling you what I saw ok?”

You nodded, preparing yourself for the entire story this time instead of her broad statement of “they kissed”.

“Well, they were walking. And probably talking. And then she grabbed his hands and they kissed. On the lips. It wasn’t a long kiss but it definitely happened.” This she was sure of.

“And then he just casually walked away?” You asked her, wanting to know if there were any missing pieces between that and what you saw.

She nodded solemnly. You closed your eyes. There was nothing in particular running through your head, just a mix of emotions that honestly just made you feel empty and dizzy.

“I almost cried when I saw it and he’s not even {my boyfriend!! I couldn’t say anything to you because I was still in shock and I didn’t want you to go over there and have to fight someone. But just so you know, if you did need to fight someone, I would be right there beside you.” This is why you loved her. She would never lie to you and she always had your back. She would despise someone she’s never even met if you said you didn’t like them and she would defend you in every argument, no matter how wrong or right you were. She never hid anything from you and she seemed to know what was best in most situations, very wise for her age. These are the reasons she was your best friend and exactly why you never questioned what she saw. She was your eyes when you weren’t looking, or when you refused to look and you believed her as though you had seen it with your own two eyes.

You sat in silence and ran a hand through your sweaty hair. Your brain was still trying to figure out what emotions you were feeling so at the moment you were still in shock. You didn’t dare ask her to repeat the story, you knew what happened and you honestly didn’t want to hear it again. Standing up, you turned toward her and took a deep breath. The words were in your head, but nothing was coming out so she spoke first.

“Hey, don’t be mad at him yet. I know I just told you what I saw but there is always another side to the story. Ask him what happened, but wait to see if he tells you on his own first. Then you’ll know if he’s honest or not. I’m still rooting for you guys. I still think you guys are going to get married someday and have a house full of my adorable little godchildren, so don’t give up on him yet. Don’t make any assumptions until you’ve heard the full story. Remember, everyone is innocent until proven guilty.”

You stared blankly at her, her words breaking through the numbness and catching your heart with its teeth. Your eyes filled with tears, threatening to spill over and she reached to hug you. You blinked the tears away, not letting yourself get upset yet and you said a small thank you to her and headed out of the door.

You came home to an empty house, a bit colder than you remembered. You looked at the pictures that you and Jimin have hung up on the walls from various dates and when you two travelled for vacations. You tried your hardest to have faith in that Jimin, the one in the pictures, who would never hurt you or be dishonest or unfaithful to you. The first thing your brain told you was that you needed a shower. Not only because you were sticky and stinky from your run, but because the shower was a place to clear your head and wash away some of the stress and worry of the day. A shower with Jimin was always the best way to de-stress, but really you just wanted to be alone.

Your head hurt from thinking about today, so you turned on your speaker and played some music, hoping it would take your mind off things. It helped in a way, but there was still an aching in your heart that told you that you should be worried. But you ignored it. After your shower, while you were getting dressed, you heard the front door open and your heartbeat immediately sped up. Jimin didn’t need to ask if you were home, he saw your car, so he just walked in silently and you could hear his footsteps as he roamed the house. The steamy bathroom seemed to get hotter and you wiped away the sweat that was forming on your forehead, desperately wanting to leave the stuffy room, but dreading seeing Jimin. You weren’t ready. But then you realized that you would never be ready, this was as ready as you were going to get, so building up your courage you opened the door.

He wasn’t in the bedroom, which was a relief, but you could hear him in the kitchen opening and closing the refrigerator door. After walking around your room doing random things to stall, you decided that it was best to get it over with. You stepped out of your bedroom and made your way to the stairs quietly, not making a sound as you dreaded each step. When you reached the bottom, you paused. Innocent until proven guilty. You didn’t want to be angry yet, so you replayed the pep talk your best friend had given you in your head and gathered the courage to go into the kitchen.

You didn’t mean to sneak up on Jimin, but your silence made it seem like you were trying to creep up on him and he jumped when you opened the refrigerator, alerting him of your presence. He gulped and avoided making eye contact with you.

“Hey.” You managed to get out, not really in the mood for proper greetings.

“Hi.” Silence. “I, um, I have something to tell you.” Jimin has never been shy around you. Even when he confessed to you, his best friend at the time, he seemed to hold a subtle confidence that showed in his words. He was always respectful and polite in the way he spoke, but he was also bold and straightforward when addressing something. The way he was acting right now unnerved you. You felt like you were going to cry, not because of the pitiable guilt present on your boyfriend’s face, but because of the fact that this look was confirmation of all that happened today. You swallowed the lump that was growing in your throat.

“What?” Was all you could manage to get out. You couldn’t find the strength to form a real sentence, so you kept your answers short.

“I- Today I went to the park with Gaeul and she-” He struggled with himself. “She kissed me.” Straight to the point, just like you expected. Jimin couldn’t bring himself to look you in the eyes, but you were staring through him. All of the blood in your body felt like it rushed to your face and suddenly you felt burning hot, burning tears stinging the corners of your eyes. There was a long silence between you two, Jimin waiting for you to move, to say something, to {do anything}, as you processed his words and tried to remember how to speak.

She kissed you?” You asked, the first thing to pop into your head. He nodded. “Did you kiss back?” You said this softer, somewhat hoping that he wouldn’t hear you or just wouldn’t answer because, truthfully, you didn’t want to know the answer.

“No, of course not!” His head shot up and for the first time, your eyes met. He could see the slight pink of your eyes and the redness of your face, knowing that you were holding back your emotions and it only made him feel worse.

You were surprised to see that he seemed slightly offended by your question, as if you could put it past him even in this situation, but you had to ask. Once again, his eyes dropped to the floor.

“What happened after that?” You dared to push farther, needing to know everything before you made your mind up. He raised his eyes but never looked all the way up at you, focusing on something on the counter.

“We were walking and she stopped and said something, but I didn’t hear her. When I turned to ask her what she said, she stopped walking, grabbed my hands and kissed me. I pushed her off me immediately and I asked what she was doing. She had this innocent look on her face and tried to act like I did something wrong. Her excuse was that she ‘always wanted to do that’ even though she knows I’m dating you.” He cringed at the memory of the kiss. His face crinkling ever so slightly in disgust. “I walked away from her after that. I couldn’t stop wiping my mouth and I just felt so dirty I- I’m sorry.”

The story was believable and it matched up with what you and your best friend had witnessed. Relief washed over you as you put together the entire story. You took a step toward Jimin who still refused to look directly at you and you stood in front of him.

“I was there. Me and Jiyeon were jogging in the park and we saw it, well parts of it.” Your voice grew weaker with every word, it was hard for you to address him because even though you had established that it wasn’t his fault, it still happened and you were upset about it. He looked shocked by your confession, but remained silent. You took another step closer to him and he looked uncomfortable in the close proximity. “I believe you.” You said, chocking up just a bit as you grabbed his cheeks gently to turn his head toward you and kiss him.

Jimin expected you to yell at him and possibly smack him, so he was completely shocked when you reacted in the opposite way. But regardless of his surprise, he kissed back. The kiss was an apologetic one that seemed to release the built up tension, but at the same time it held a bit of doubt from his end. He pulled away first.

“What..?” Jimin was at a loss for words, confused by your reaction.

“You didn’t kiss back.” Was your answer. “You didn’t kiss her back and that’s all that matters. I trust you completely and I can’t live without you, so I don’t blame you.” Tears began to swell in your eyes. “I choose not to blame you.”

“I would never hurt you, or do anything to break your trust.” He said looking deeply into your eyes. His were also pink and it broke your heart to see him so guilty about this, even after you had forgiven him. You just barely nodded your head, but that was answer enough for him. This time he initiated the kiss, gently pressing his lips to yours almost cautiously, as if still asking for forgiveness. When your arms wrapped around his neck he finally relaxed, melting into your lips and bringing his hands to your waist, pulling you closer to him. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip and you gladly granted him entry into your mouth, deepening the kiss.

This kiss felt different from all the other ones. It held more emotion and it said a lot more than any other kiss that you have ever had. It was a kiss of relief, apologies, forgiveness, regret, love, and so much more that words could never express.

Your bodies pulled away before you could register, the lack of oxygen taking top priority and you found yourselves panting. He pressed his forehead against yours and looked into your eyes as you regained your breath.

“You know I love you, right? You and only you, no matter what.” His words were whispered but you heard them loud and clear. You nodded and pecked his lips, but as soon as your lips connected you knew that you wouldn’t be able to pull away. Jimin’s hands traveled from your waist down to your butt, cupping your cheeks and lifting you up onto the counter. Your legs immediately opened to let him settle his body between them. There was a sudden burning desire in the pit of your stomach that made you feel hot all over. His touch on your skin felt like fire as he moved his fingertips along your waist and legs, lips still locked in a passionate kiss. His fingers traveled up your thighs to the waistband of your thin pajama shorts and snuck under it, kneading the flesh of your ass.

Your bodies pressed together and you could now feel his bulge poking at your core through the layers of clothes. Jimin let out a low groan, almost a growl, when you grinded up against him. He released your lips and reached for your shirt, lifting it over your head to expose your breasts. You reached for his and he quickly pulled it off of his body to join your shirt on the floor. His hands found your breasts and he kneaded them in his soft hands as his lips found your neck. Arching into his touch, you gently ran your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. His lips traveled lower until they met his hands and he latched on to one of your perked nipples. A quiet moan sounded from your lips and encouraged him to go on, and he did, playing a little rougher as he bit the other nipple, smirking at your reaction.

His hands once again moved to your ass, but they slid under you and with one swift motion, Jimin lifted you up. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively as he carried you out of the kitchen as though you weighted nothing. He walked up the stairs with ease and you couldn’t help but marvel at how strong he was, you got tired going upstairs with just your own body weight. In the meantime, you preoccupied yourself with kissing the sweet spots on his neck. You kissed his moles, grinning silently to yourself at how cute they were before moving on to places you knew would turn him on. Should I leave marks? You asked yourself when Jimin reached the top of the staircase. Fuck it. Nibbling on his sensitive skin may not have been the best idea because it made him weak in the knees and he had to stop walking to control himself again. You giggled in his ear as he resumed walking with more urgency and you looked down at him, satisfied with the new mark you had made that he would have trouble hiding later. That’ll show her. He’s mine. Kissing his hot skin right where you could feel his quickening pulse made him groan. He pulled you harder into him, allowing his clothed erection to grind into your core, causing both of you to let out strained moans as he burst through your bedroom door, laying you on the sheets and instantly connecting lips with you.

Finally reaching your destination, you both made haste losing the rest of the clothing items that covered your hot bodies, littering the floor with them instead. Jimin hovered above you, pressing kisses to the tops of your breasts and making his way south. When he reached your hip bones he grasped your thighs and pushed them apart to settle himself in between. Your eyes followed his every movement as he kissed your inner thighs and sucked gently on the skin closest to your core, taking in the fresh fragrance of your body wash and moist heat.

A whine left your swollen lips when he exhaled onto your core after taking a deep breath of your scent. His lips grazed your soft outer lips and you couldn’t help but impatiently buck your hips toward him, encouraging him to taste you. Jimin took your suggestion and darted his tongue out to lick a long strip through your folds, ending at your throbbing clit only to trace its steps back down your slit. A shiver went up your spine and you bit your lip in pleasure. Two of his digits moved to spread your lower lips and your sensitive pink pearl was revealed to him, the bundle of nerves swallowing at his hungry gaze. Jimin’s eyes then flicked up to yours to find you propped up on your elbows, watching him intently as you waited for him to please you. With a quick smirk Jimin’s head dipped down and he touched your clit with the tip of his tongue, letting his saliva drip onto it as lubrication. You gasped at the gentle touch but whined at him for teasing you. He sunk his entire mouth down on your core in apology and your arms gave out underneath you. One of your hands flew to his head while the other one gripped one of your breasts, making Jimin growl at the sight.

His tongue pushed through your folds, putting delicious pressure on your clit. He flicked his tongue rapidly across the button making your toes curl at the sensation. Everything Jimin did felt amazing to you and you couldn’t tell if it was his skills, the emotional connection you shared, or both, but you didn’t care. Only he could make you this hot and you both knew it. Sucking gently on the bud, Jimin locked eyes with you and for a moment you held his gaze, until you felt his fingers slip into your dripping hole and your eyes snapped shut. Two of them eased past your tight ring of muscles, making you moan loudly. Jimin enjoyed watching your reactions, the furrow of your eyebrows and the assault of your bottom lip by your desperate teeth encouraging him to continue. He dipped his tongue into you alongside his fingers to gather the liquid seeping out of your body, a taste that he knew well and had practically become addicted to. Once he decided that you were wet enough, he pulled his mouth away while leaving his fingers to slowly pump you as he made his way up to your face.

The loss of his heat made you open your eyes to focus on his face which was a mere few centimeters away from yours. He smirked at your expression, your facial muscles twitching in delight when he curled his fingers into your spot. You let out a shaky breath that was barely a moan and Jimin couldn’t resist kissing your lips.

“I’ll never eat anyone else out like this because no one tastes as sweet as you.” Jimin whispered to you as he removed his fingers and sucked on the wet digits right in front of your face. The sight made you crave him more and your legs wrapped around his waist to hint at what you wanted. He giggled at your eagerness and bent down to peck your lips once before leaning back on his knees and positioning himself at your entrance.

“I love you.” You told Jimin right before he pushed his solid length into you. “Oh fuck, I love you.” You moaned as he stretched you out with one hard thrust. He rocked his hips gently while you adjusted, bending down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. He ground his hips against yours a little harder with every passing thrust until he had built up a steady pace and was completely sunken into your cavern. A puff of air left you as the breath was knocked out of your lungs when Jimin snapped his hips and reached a spot deep within you. You wanted to say something to him, maybe about how good he felt inside you, but your brain was currently incapacitated, completely unable to form words because of the pleasure he was giving you.

“I’ll never fuck anyone else because no one will be as tight and wet for me like you always are.” Your boyfriend nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and left a few marks of his own along your jawline and collarbone. You knew you wouldn’t be able to hide them easily, but at least you’ll match with him, letting the world know that you belonged to each other. A hand crept up the expanse of Jimin’s muscular back and latched on to his soft locks at the back of his head. Whimpers left you as he managed to somehow push himself deeper into you without picking up his speed, clearly enjoying the slow pace that he had fallen into.

This was something you had never experienced with anyone before. Sure you had fucked Jimin before, as well as a few others whose names you didn’t care to remember, but this was different from all the other times. This time he took the time to praise you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear that meant everything to you. It was intimate and emotional and slow, which was a change from the usual sex that you had with him. Your bodies stayed close the entire time and you craved the contact. You wanted to feel every part of him and you wanted more so you used your free hand to find his and intertwined your fingers together. He gave your palm a little squeeze when you tightened around him and a sexy growl came from his throat, prompting you to do it again. This was all new to you. Jimin wasn’t fucking you this time. You were making love, and that fact alone heightened your pleasure immensely.

“Ah, right there.” The words left you in a breath as your lover’s swollen tip brushed a sensitive spot inside you. He could feel you clench when he did it again and increased the power of his thrusts, angling his hips so he could reach that spot easier. His free hand moved your left leg higher, granting him more access and therefore allowing him to assault your g-spot more directly. You gasped as he continued to hit it. Your head was thrown back and your eyes were squeezed shut, but you could feel him looking at you, soaking in the sight of you nearing the edge, eager to bring you over.

“Cum for me, baby girl. You look so beautiful when you cum on my cock.”

His voice was husky and his eyes were trained on you as he continued to prod your insides with his throbbing member, licking and biting his bottom lip to contain the moans caught in his throat. Bringing a hand between your bodies he pressed his fingers to your clit, rubbing hard circles against it in time with his thrusts. Toe curling pleasure shot through you as your back arched off the bed, chest pressing into Jimin’s while your mouth hung open in a silent scream. White spots flashed behind your eyelids and your nails dug into Jimin’s muscular back and shoulders while you tightened uncontrollably around his thick member that was still pumping into your core. Finally the sounds broke free from your voice box and you let out a string of shaky moans, throat vibrating against the lips pressed to the skin, sucking gently to heighten your pleasure. The pull of your orgasm was slow and drawn out, Jimin’s tempered thrusts dragging it out and adding to its intensity.

Before your high had subsided, you were flipped onto your stomach quickly. You glanced back to find Jimin climbing back over your body, nudging your legs apart with his knees as he ascended. Grabbing your hips, he gently lifted them to slide a pillow underneath so that you were propped up for him. With your bottom now exposed, Jimin spread your ass cheeks apart and rubbed his tip along your folds. The sensation caused you to whine from sensitivity but you wanted to help him reach his climax too so you tried your best not to wiggle away. After a few seconds of watching your reactions, Jimin decided you had calmed down enough to take him again and reentered you slowly from behind. He groaned at the feeling of your tightness around him and you could feel his cock throbbing as he held back. You sunk your teeth into your lip, attempting to ignore the way your walls spasmed in their hypersensitive state.

Through your quiet whimpers you could hear Jimin grunting softly above you, moving at a faster pace than before with sloppier thrusts. He was close and you could feel it. His hand traced the dip of your spine, the gentle touch sending shivers throughout your body. Leaning over you slowly, Jimin pressed soft kisses to your skin trailing up your back to your shoulders and neck. As his lips moved higher he gently eased his weight onto you, supporting himself on his muscular arms until he was laying completely on top of you, body pressing into yours as his sinful hips continued to work against you. You welcomed his heaviness on top of you, the weight restricting you while also feeling comforting. You could feel the clenching of his abs every time he pushed into you, the friction of his sweaty body against your back oddly arousing.

“Mmmm, baby girl, you feel so good.” Jimin growled into your ear, biting the lobe softly. His hips began to pick up speed gradually and the heat between your bodies increased.

“Ahh… Jiminnie~” You whimpered, unable to form a proper reply.

“How- fuck- how are you always this tight?” He practically whispered as he allowed his head to rest in the junction between your neck and your shoulder. His hands traveled up your sides and up the length of your bent arms until they reached your hands and intertwined with your fingers. You allowed his body to mold with yours as he got lost in the feeling of you. Moans and whimpers left your lips as another orgasm built up in your core, your noises mixing with Jimin’s groans and the creak of the bed beneath you.

Jimin’s sounds grew louder as he thrust full force into you, the pace intensifying quickly. You couldn’t help but moan when he sucked on the sensitive skin of your neck, adding to the galaxy of bruises that colored your skin. His member was throbbing inside of you, aching for release and nearing its limit every time it sunk into your wetness. But Jimin wanted you to let go before him, he wanted to feel you squirm beneath him as you came, hear his name desperately leave your lips repeatedly, so he held back.

“Baby, are you close?” He panted into your shoulder, his breath fanning across your skin, making you even hotter.

“Yes, yes! I’m so fucking close.” You squeezed your eyes shut and focused on reaching your high. “Please make me cum Jimin, it feels so good. I love the way your cock stretches me out. Please don’t stop!” Your words had an effect on both of you and you could feel your walls beginning to clench around Jimin. With the added tightness, he realized that he wouldn’t be able to last longer than you.

“Together, baby girl.” He barely managed to get the words out as his hips moved spastically against yours, the pace so fast that it was hard for him to keep up, but he wouldn’t dream of slowing down. “Cum with me.” He breathed.

The way he was pounding into you allowed the pillow beneath you to rub against your clit. You tried to move your hips as much as possible under him to increase the feeling and you groaned loudly when you were successful. Shortly after, you felt yourself losing control and your walls spasmed around his girth, moments away from your second orgasm.

“J-Jimin I’m cumming!!” You called, voice projecting louder than you expected but you didn’t care.

Shit, me too,” He rasped, burying his face deeper into your neck and squeezing your hands tighter. “Let it go, (Y/n).” You felt your orgasm rip through you in waves, causing your legs to quiver and your body to go limp. Your walls convulsed around Jimin’s thick, pulsating cock as he released inside of you, hips stuttering as he moaned your name, finishing with a wispy fuck breathed into your ear. He laid weakly on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress, the heat radiating from his sweaty skin making you slightly uncomfortable, but you were too drained to complain. He released your hands to wrap his arms around your waist before he rolled to his side until he was spooning you.

It took about 10 minutes for you both to recover and calm down completely. You were more out of breath than you thought you should be, considering that you hadn’t been the one doing all of the work, yet you still felt exhausted and weak. Jimin’s breathing calmed eventually and you were both left laying on the messy sheets, not wanting to move. Your back was pressed tightly against his chest and you could feel his heartbeat syncing up with yours as you became more relaxed.

Jimin nuzzled his face into your hair before breaking the heavy silence. “I’m sorry about what happened today.” He sighed, his words muffled slightly. “But I really need you to know that I would never cheat on you or purposely hurt you. I love you and only you.” A kiss was pressed to the crown of your head. You stayed silent for a little while after he said those words and Jimin started to think you had fallen asleep until you replied.

“I know.” You wanted to say more, but you didn’t know what else to say. The silence made it seem like you were still upset, even though your anger had long passed, so Jimin continued to gush to you.

“If you don’t believe me then I’ll prove it. I’ll get you a promise ring as a place holder for the real thing because I want to spend the rest of my life with you, (Y/n).” This made you smile to yourself, releasing pleasant butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

“A promise ring?”

“Yup, until we’re ready for the real deal. That is, if you want it.” You laughed at his remark.

“Of course I want it.” Jimin breathed a sigh of relief. “But I need you to make another promise to me.”

“Anything.”

“Promise me you won’t hang out with Gaeul anymore. At least not alone, she can’t be trusted.” Your jealousy shone through and you both giggled before Jimin agreed and sealed the promise with a kiss.

—-
A/N: I really don’t know where this came from… I think I watched too many Kdramas before writing this. Fun fact- Gaeul means autumn in Korean :D

Rika's back and MC gets left P. 4

Rika is back and MC gets sick at the same time she feels abandoned. Part 1 (x) | Part 2 (x) | Part 3 (x) | Part 4 (x) | Part 5 (x)

  • Rika felt a sense of satisfaction
  • She got off being the one everyone considered the most
  • sure, she lead MC to the RFA
  • sure she made a lot of trouble for MC and the rest of the members
  • But the one thing she did not want anyone to forget or even ever know really was
  • it also meant she could take her out of rfa with ease
  • And they wouldn’t ever know it was her or care if all went to her plan

– Yoosung –

  • From the last time MC invited Yoosung over, he remembered where she now lived
  • Why didn’t I visit her sooner?
  • Yoosung made his way to her building, knocking repeatedly and waiting for a response
  • Where is she? It’s almost midnight…
  • He almost gave up when she didnt answer either calls, text, or the door
  • Rika! Yoosung was surprised to see his cousin walk by
  • “Yoosung, what are you doing here so late?”
  • I came to see if MC is okay, shes been MIA for a while
  • “She’s fine! I talked to her not too long ago and she said that she was going to visit her family for a few weeks. I forgot to tell you guys about it too… sorry.”
  • It’s fine, don’t worry about it! Though, it would have been better if she told us herself…
  • “I dont know the details, but something about one of her family members being recently diagnosed with a terminal illness.. Yeah, it was terrible. She said they started to cough blood and she went to go help them through the process. Poor MC.”
  • You’re genuinely concerned for MC, you’re so nice Rika.
  • “Ofc, shes a memeber of the rfa too!”
  • Sorry, its just i know you dont know her that much, but im glad you guys get along well. Do you know when she’ll be back?
  • “I think after the funeral. Though it may be longer since i dont know how shell be okay after all of that. Next time we talk, ill ask her, okay? How about we go visit V? Im sure hes awake and wouldnt mind if you came over for a sleep over”
  • Yoosung felt like a huge boulder had been lifted from his shoulders now that he knew MC was physically okay
  • He felt bad that she didnt tell anyone that she was leaving to tend to a sick family member
  • But he felt that he would forgive her since she seemed more of a private person
  • I should get her a gift basket when she comes back; poor MC will be greiving when she returns- I could add chocolates and that coffee she likes with an uber soft blanket. Yeah, i wil do that for sure when RIka tells me when she comes back
  • Yoosung wanted to be a shoulder for MC when she came back since she was there for him when Rika was gone
  • he wanted to prove to her and himself and RIka that he was more than just a college student who played a lot of video games; that he was also a capable man

– Zen –

Zen has entered the chatroom.

Zen: MC! Please call me when you get this!

Rika: Zen, I forgot to tell everyone that MC went back to her home country to take care of a sick family member. I didnt want to say anything right away but she told me just recently that it may be a while before she returns because of how bad things are …

Jahee has entered the chatroom.

Jahee: Oh no that’s terrible. Is her family member in that bad of condition for MC to leave without saying bye?

Rika: I am afraid so. From what I know, they are really ill that it is now deemed terminal.

Zen: Oh man, i really thought something happened to MC

Rika: What do you mean?

Zen: I dont know, I thought maybe she got bored of us and left us or something happened to her health wise. I hope she knows that we are all here for her when she comes back

Rika: Dont jinx anything! I’ll let her know though that you were worried whenever we talk again ^^

Jahee: Please do. Id feel much better though if I could talk to her soon. Do you think you can let her know to call me please?

Rika: I will pass the message along!

Zen: me too please, I really miss her :c

Rika: I will, you guys worry too much ^^ dont worry guys, everything will be perfectly fine ^^

Zen: alighty then, i gotta go and meet some directors to talk about my wonderful gorgeous face making its appearance on stage soon, bye~

Jahee: Oh my heart!

Rika: Good luck!

Zen has left the chatroom.

  • He didnt trust Rika
  • He didnt even trust Jahee at the moment
  • He knows he saw MC at the store that night
  • And it seems highly unlikely that she would just leave without explaining the situation
  • Especially if someone she cared about was really sick
  • Would she?

– Jahee –

  • From what Mr. Han had been accumulating she knew what was going on somewhat
  • Though if the rest of rfa should know she didnt feel like she had a place to tell them
  • She did abandon MC just like the rest did
  • She wont deny that what the rfa did to MC was abandon her at a time she would have needed them 
  • despite all MC probably gave up to help them 
  • But she didnt want anyone to be in the unknown
  • Although, she didn’t know if Rika was lying or telling the truth maybe rika did know mc was sick and didnt want to tell because MC said so
  • Jahee didnt want to risk anything by letting the cat out of the bag cringing
  • For now all she felt like she could do was gather as much as she could about people with pneumonia 
  • She would look into it since that was all Mr. Han told her
  • Maybe find some coffee as well for MC and maybe chocolates as she thinks about pleading for forgiveness 

– Jumin –

  • He had no right to act like he should care for MC anymore
  • The moment they all left her, everyone in the rfa lost all the rights to care for MC
  • The only thing he could do was offer her the best treatment possible when he found out what she had it made him very uncomfortable to not know what she was suffering from
  • aside from the stabbing pains of being betrayed that he couldn’t fix for her
  • but that was only if Seven could find a way into breaking MC out of there
  • But he knew the longer they waited the worse she would get
  • When he saw MC through the camera on Sevens screen, he knew he never wanted to know what it felt to lose someone again
  • After he though rika died, he felt like his world tipped over
  • But if he loses MC, he knows he wont ever have a reason to go on living with himself
  • He did find comfort knowing that MC never seemed to have had lost her personality and all that made her so easy to be around
  • By the looks of it, it was all thanks to Paco who never seemed to leave her side
  • Are you almost done?
  • “I want her out of there as soon as possible as well, okay?”
  • Jumin was taken back with how Seven snapped
  • “Dont let it get to you, he always gets like this”  the famous ‘Vanderwood’ who leaned on the side of the wall said
  • I dont want to know
  • He decided he didnt want to get into what Seven did on his own time also bc ‘Miss’ Vanderwood was slightly scaring him
  • “Just get the IP address so we can get there and go”
  • “I cant just do that! Well, I can but there seems to be more stuff this guy is feeding me atm and its all about MC”
  • “Look at it when you get her out of there! Poor girl must be seconds away from kicking the stupid bucket”
  • Excuse me?
  • “DOnt take it to heart, he gets angry when he has to wait before a job”
  • “Shut the fuck up, I still have my taser, you oaf”
  • What do you mean hes feeding you?
  • “I mean, this Unknown guy wants her found but for some odd reason he cant let her go… idk myself, but it looks like hes just doing his job
  • “What makes you say that?”
  • “RIght here it says: Job. No. Yes.- Unknown
  • Isnt that a good thing then? That means we can get MC out faster
  • JUmin didnt care for all the extra side stuff
  • He wanted to just get to the point and storm in there to save MC and take her to the doctors he had on standby
  • Just hurry up!
  • “I would want to bu- OH shit”
  • Jumins heart stopped for a millisecond thinking that MC died
  • When he didnt see anything abnormal on the screen that showed MC he was confused
  • But looking at what Seven saw
  • He understood
  • Is that Rika?

– 707 –

  • Watching RIka give MC injections of unknown substances made him physically want to scream
  • Why would she do that?
  • What was she even giving MC?
  • Where is Unknown?
  • “Damn, white loaf can really go on strong” he ignored Vanderwoods snide comment focusing on V holding MC down so Rika could give her another injection
  • “Let’s go now Seven, no more playing around!”
  • Okay okay, let me just get this on my laptop so we can watch as we go
  • “If we take my helicopter we could be there quicker”
  • Yeah lets do that
  • Seven was in a daze
  • As he looked into the breadcrumbs Unknown was giving him
  • He began to wonder why Unknown even took MC away if he was going to help them in the end
  • Unless he too was forced into do this all
  • But why would Rika do this? What could she gain from this?
  • “Please dont”
  • Seven turned to look at Jumin who looked at him when they heard MC’s voice
  • “Ready or not here it comes~” Rika sang
  • “You both may want to look away” Seven heard Vanderwood say before turning away
  • Not once had he ever looked away from the screen while on the job

  • You begged her to stop
  • Whatever it was, it wasn’t the same anymore
  • You began to remember names and faces but you couldn’t match them together
  • Please stop this, it hurts!
  • “Sweetie, you’re dying anyways, this is me being merciful and helping you go faster. Be thankful.”
  • What about that other stuff? What was that other stuff?
  • “It will all be over quickly if you just listen to her, please MC”
  • You turn to look at the stranger with the sunglasses: who’s MC?
  • Am I MC? Are they talking to me ?
  • You think you know them but you can’t match any faces or names at all
  • “I’d ask if you have any last words you want me to give to someone but at this point, you probably don’t know if you have any friends or family “
  • You shake your head trying to think
  • Somewhere someone has to know who you are
  • Why can’t I talk?
  • You panic; thrashing your body away from the woman and man
  • “Stop it!” You hear it before you feel a stinging sensation on your cheek
  • “Like I said,you’re already dying “ the woman says as she huffs for air
  • The look on her face scares you
  • It looks like she’s enjoying whatever is happening
  • “You should never talk to strangers “ you feel the weight of something hard crash on you holding your face down on the now cold floor
  • “Don’t ever go to places you don’t know”
  • The pressure intensifies making your head build more pressure like it will explode
  • “Rika, that’s too much” you hear the man from earlier
  • Help me please! you silently beg 
  • You wonder why he doesn’t help you
  • “Stay out of this V”
  • You feel something stab your shoulder
  • Then you don’t feel anything at all

– Vanderwood –

  • Seven was annoying
  • Richie rich was annoying
  • They all were pissing him off
  • The rush to get to where this girl was chaotic
  • He was used to the silence that Seven would accompany him with
  • But not like this
  • This silence was deafening and suffocating

– V –

  • He didnt want to harm MC
  • she was one of the good ones 
  • but he didnt want to make Rika any worse than she already was
  • He knew 707 or Jumin must have caught on by now 
  • with the help he got from Unknown, he knew they would make it but not soon enough
  • He made sure that whatever happened; it would all be on him 
  • Even if MC may never wake up again
  • even if Rika would spend a lot of time in the hospital 
  • even if Jumin and everyone in the RFA should come to hate him
  • even if he should become the villain; 
  • he would do whatever it takes to preserve Rika’s legacy and love and pride
  • He just needed for MC to hold onto life 
  • She was already sick 
  • and the medication he had replaced with the medication Rika wanted Unknown to give her seemed to have been working 
  • He made sure Unknown gave her the treatment she needed
  • But he didnt anticipate for Rika to inject her with a strong dose of whatever she had made for MC
  • By the looks of it 
  • it definitely was not the same that he had Unknown give her

– Unknown – 

  • Any minute now, it would all be over 
  • one way or another, MC would no longer suffer
  • He knew that by lying to Rika he was compromising his safety as well as Saeyoung’s
  • But he couldnt kill MC slowly
  • not with what RIka had made for her 
  • No. 
  • Instead, he made sure he gave her the medication she needed 
  • he made sure that Saeyoung would find the bread crumbs he left 
  • He expected Rika to pull something big for the finally so he made MC an antidote to what Rika had 
  • he didnt give it to her yet but he would have to leave it for Saeyoung to find if Paco didnt find a way of getting the vile out of his jacket before they got to MC
  • All he needed now was to find a way to make amends 
  • To MC and to everyone else 
  • but he would do that after he found a way to forgive himself and Saeyoung 
  • because if he didnt make him hate him; none of this would have happened 
  • and MC would have had treatment for this and have never been involved 
  • When would Saeyoung see how toxic both were to everyone else?
  • Especially to someone good and simplistic and perfectly normal like MC. 
  • Did Saeyoung even know?
  • Did his brother know how toxic both brothers were to everyone?
  • Like how toxic they were to one another.
[FANACCT] 170611 KNK “해달별" Fansign Experience at 제일라아트홀 (Fanboy)

Hi again! 

I’m here with my fanaccount for KNK’s fansign during their “해달별" promotions.

This was a notably important fansign for me because I’m pretty sure this is my last fansign event before I leave Korea on the 22nd…

I’m so sad. ㅠㅠ

Anyway, it was a really awesome event and I’m glad I got to see my favorite group up close and personal again.

I did a video about their fansign before during “U” era too.

Without further ado, let’s get started!

KNK’s fansigns are getting more competitive nowadays, with fans buying more than 10 albums to have a chance to get in. I originally bought 9 albums, but after seeing a fan next to me at the CD store buy 10, I bought 3 more, totaling up to 12 albums overall. And I got in!

On the day of the fansign, I found the building where it was held and headed to the B2 floor. Some fans were waiting to get in, but the staircase and entrance was rather narrow. I showed my Alien Registration Card to verify my identification (though a passport works just as well) and the staff told me to pick a card that was on the table. The assorted cards were all face-down, and this was to determine my seat number. I got number 63. 

I took my seat, but the rows of chairs were all close together and narrow too, not allowing much room. This was a noticeable inconvenience when fans had to squeeze past each other in the rows. I spent a huge amount of time before coming to prepare a fanletter for my bias Seungjun, so I had to write down all the post-its for the members that I would put in my album.

Soon the members appeared and the fansign went underway. They looked so handsome as always, but they look especially good with the suits in this era aghhhh. 

Sorry that my picture’s quality isn’t too good, but this is how the fansign was conducted. The order was: Jihun→Inseong→Seungjun→Youjin→Heejun

MEMBER INTERACTIONS (with pictures and gifs!)

I’ll fast-forward to the interactions I had with each member. I’m sorry that I forgot some things that happened, but in the thick of the moment, it’s hard to process and take in everything that happened (for me). Luckily, I met someone at the fansign that was kind enough to take a video of me when I went through this great experience. I was really nervous again, because they’re my favorite group and this was my last time, so I was even more anxious. 

JIHUN

So leader Jihun was first this time around~ Actually he was rather quiet today as well; when I met him at a fansign last year, he was rather soft-spoken too. But it’s not necessarily a bad thing. I pointed to the questions I had brought for him on the post-its and told him I was a part of an international KNK fan group on Facebook, and I gathered some questions other Tinkerbells wanted to know about KNK. He was listening and then all of a sudden, said, “Ah. International,” in English. THAT WAS FREAKING CUTE AHH. He was really handsome up-close, though. He looked mature and cool when he was in thinking mode, but then he lapsed into squishy mode when he smiled and it was just adorable.

He really thought deeply about the questions I wrote. I guess he had to think a lot about how to answer them. But another factor was that time was really limited and the staff members were quite strict so they moved our albums to the next member by force, cutting our time short. 

Blue post-it note:
Q: Which member is really the closest to Jihun-hyung…?
A: I’m close with all but umm… Heejun?!
Jihun had some trouble answering this question but dang, I didn’t expect him to think so seriously about it. ㅠㅠ I’m sorry if I had to make you pick a favorite! I know you all love each other LOL. 

Yellow post-it note:
Q: Where do you draw the inspiration when you make the choreography (for KNK)?
A: There’s just times when suddenly… Ttak! 
I forgot what other little things we said after he answered those, but I had to move on. I gave him high-fives as a farewell and moved over to… Inseong!

INSEONG

Next was my second bias, Inseong. I greeted him by saying, “Inseonggie hyung~” hahaha because he’s just a fun, cool guy. He grinned and asked, “Hyung?” I SWEAR THIS WAS SO REMINISCENT WHEN I FIRST MET HIM in person when he asked me, “Am I hyung?” LOL. But he is just killing the visual game nowadays. He looked especially handsome today. He asked me where I’m from and I told him America, more specifically Hawaii. 

Bottom post-it note:
Q: Is there a place you really want to visit (vacation-wise)?
A: Hawaii

That’s probably why he cleverly wrote his answer as “Hawaii” for my question, but I’m not complaining! Inseong is really easy to talk to. 
I told him that his hairstyle for this concept suits him very well and that he looks really handsome. He was really happy to hear a compliment and ahhh he was just an excited hamster. I assured him that he was already handsome but now, even more. I basically complimented him a lot because he deserves more love and attention!!

Top post-it note:
Q: The most difficult point of this promotion…?

A: Live…!?

He explained that singing live was one of the toughest parts of promotions. I asked why, and he said it’s because he has to sing rather high. I understand him because him singing the chorus in “해달별" while dancing pretty vigorously looked really tiring… But he pulled it off! I told him he was really good and that he’s doing well. I feel like he was insecure a little about his performance as a vocalist and how well he does and I wanted to reassure him. It was time to move on so I told him bye~ Inseong really does have a warm heart and he’s such a nice person please give him lots of affection and reassurance

SEUNGJUN *BIAS ALERT*

*sigh* I really can’t express how great and caring Seungjun is. I can tell he truly loves and adores his fans, and it shows from the way he treats them. He said my name like, “Junior?” in a cute tone and I said cutely too, “Seungjunnie-hyung~” AHAHAHAHA. He immediately looked at my questions and more antics ensued.

Blue post-it note:
Q: POKEMON or DIGIMON, you can only choose one
A: *marks Pokemon* but went the extra mile to show his UNCONDITIONAL PREFERENCE FOR DIGIMON LIKE WHAT THE NOOOOOOO

Yellow post-it note:
Q: Is there a member you want to live with for the rest of your life?
A: Inseong Jihun

At first, he took a look at the blue note and I reiterated, “You can only choose one!” Without hesitation, he answered, “Digimon!” I was like WHAT THE HECK, NO YOU CAN’T CHOOSE DIGIMON OVER POKEMON OMGG.

He was so firm, he was like, “Digimon~” in a cute tone and I told him, “Why??” He seemed a bit sympathetic and marked Pokemon, but said, “Digimon~” again and decorated a box around the word Digimon. DANG IT SEUNGJUN. I was like OTL because I came dressed in a Squirtle hoodie because I thought he loved Pokemon more but that happened. I mockingly complained, “I came dressed like this too…” Seungjun chuckled and then proceeded to gently grab my arm and draw a little heart on the Squirtle patch design on my hoodie!!!

SJ: *in a Korean accent* Hearteu~
I internally died at this cute action like I AM NEVER WASHING THIS HOODIE AGAIN LOL

I also made sure to give him the letter I worked on. He then looked at my second post-it, which he thought about for a moment. At first, Seungjun wrote Inseong, so I asked him why. He said because Inseong is funny. BUT THEN LAST MINUTE Seungjun scratches out Inseong’s name and writes Jihun AND HE DIDN’T EVEN GIVE A REASON WHY LOL. So that made think like HMMMMM this ship really sails itself huh… Now I had to tell him that this was pretty much my last chance to see them…

Me: Actually, on the 22nd, I’m leaving Korea, so this is my last chance to see you guys. I’m really glad I got to see you guys often while I was here.
SJ: *in a cute pleading voice* Don’t go~ (AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH)
Me: I don’t wanna leave either!

And then this happened.


OMG I was so flustered when he asked when I’ll be back with that cheeky smile that I accidentally lapsed into English hahahaha. He probably didn’t understand what I said, but I had to move on ㅠㅠ!! Wait for me Seungjun, I’ll be back!! I really want to cry now… Hahahaha. And it ended cutely because I kept shaking his hand, and then…

Thank goodness. He is the best and he’s always so sweet!!

YOUJIN

Okay I’m going to start off my account of Youjin because right when I got to him, he asked me, “Are you a fan of Seungjun?” BWAHAHAHA he called me out!! I told him that I liked all the members but yeah, Seungjun was my fave… If he noticed that, then wow… 

And then it was like another round of deja vu because I told him I was from Hawaii and that he should come, and he replied, “I want to go too!” LIKE THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT WE SAID LAST YEAR AT THE FIRST FANSIGN LOL.

He looked over my questions and I told him they were from other international fans. He got super excited over the Overwatch question and his inner fanboy came out. 

Yellow post-it note:
Q: Which heroes (do you use) when you play Overwatch?
A: Roadhog, Reinhardt, and… the last part was a bit illegible but I think he wrote the name of a Korean Overwatch player named 후아유. [If anyone wants to help me out with deciphering that, it’d be much appreciated~]

He was so happy when talking about his mains for OW, but I had to tell him that I actually didn’t know the game at all loooool. I wish I could’ve nerded out with him but idk ㅋㅋㅋ He even asked me, “Isn’t Overwatch quite popular in America?” lmaooo which is true but yeah, I’m clueless.

Blue post-it note:
Q: What are you most afraid of??
A: Bugs! 1인칭 horror game.

So Youjin seems to be the least fearful in the group so I also wanted to know what scares him. He wrote “bugs” and I couldn’t believe like this guy didn’t flinch for the ghost prank or a VR zombie slashing him but he’s afraid of insects??

I’m not judging tho but dang.AND OKAY I SEARCHED UP THE HORROR GAME HE TALKED ABOUT AND THAT SHIZ IS NO JOKE.

OH HELLLLLL NOOOOO YOU CAN COUNT ME OUT OF THIS GAME CUZ SHIZ I WOULD PISS MYSELF DURING THIS VR EXPERIENCE

But Youjin is a cool chill guy who loves gaming so hit him up yo

HEEJUN

Heejun, Heejun, Heejun. You never know how he’ll be like. I heard from a friend that he’s different every time which is kinda true. The first time I met him, he was comical but on the quiet side, and we were kinda awkward… BUT THIS TIME WAS JUST OMG LOL.
He spoke some English to me even though I was talking to him in Korean which was cute. He said things like, “Where are you from?” and “Really?” Soooo silly. I complimented him on his English pronunciation and I DIDN’T NOTICE THIS UNTIL MY FRIEND SHOWED ME THE FOOTAGE SHE TOOK AND-

OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. Heejun’s also quite chill but he’s so funny agh.

Yellow post-it note: 
Q: Is there a concept you want to try?
A: BTS’ Blood, Sweat, Tears 
hOLY SHIZ IS IT WEIRD THAT I CAN ALREADY IMAGINE HEEJUN IN THAT KIND OF CONCEPT? he already bares his chest sometimes like omfg and I can totally see him pulling it off like shiz I AM READY

Blue post-it note:
Q: Heejun-ah~ Please write down your favorite color!!
A: Black, gray
Heejun forgot because he even asked himself out loud, “Which colors do I like?” I told him, “Why don’t you know??” HAHAHA. 

I told him I was l was leaving soon and he just replied, “When will you be back?” LOL. IDK, I wish I knew, then I wouldn’t have to leave y’all ㅠㅠ I told him bye and he was like, “bye bye!!!” 

Later on, the members picked random seat numbers from a box and the chosen fans could take a selca with them. SO LUCKYY. I WASN’T CHOSEN BUT UGH IT’S OKKK. 

Then they played 공기, which is a Korean bean game similar to Jacks. Jihun got really competitive and he almost kicked the stage LMAOOOO. Seungjun was really bad at it and he ended up last. Youjin was first, followed by Inseong, Heejun and finally Jihun secured a place by a hair. Seungjun’s punishment was dancing to their title track with aegyo LOOOOOL he tried his best but he looked so awkward omg

And that was it.
My last fansign with them.

I love them so much, because they’re all so wholesome and show their personalities unabashedly. All of them are SO DIFFERENT and the dynamics are just so interesting and charming. 

SORRY I cut it a little at the end but I have to go to class ㅠㅠ I’ll tweak this a bit later maybe but I hope y’all enjoyed this!!!!

How I Experience My Ni

SUBMITTED by lover-of-grey-matters

Note 1: This is how I experience my Ni; it does not have to fit to everyone’s. Ni is an introverted function and thus, subjective.

Note 2: My description of Ni is going to be a little vague. I think dominant functions are the hardest to describe for anyone, it’s like the air - you are so used to breathing that you forget it exists and find it hard to make note of it.

How Ni works:
The myth is that Ni just ‘knows things without knowing’ and ‘is always right/precise.’ This is not true. Ni has a very solid base for the projections it conjures – the objective, wide-breadth extroverted sensing. Se collects every information indiscriminately and in volumes. Then Ni filters the data into projections/patterns.

I have previously compared Ni to a high-throughput chromatography machine – input a myriad of molecules with the cell extracts, and it will output the molecules you only need. The point is, Ni is not magical. It establishes patterns from a given dataset. High Ni users are less aware of the data collection process and thus can’t always trace the pattern back to the data, making it look like a ‘gut feeling.’ Furthermore, the part that the high Ni users are conscious about, the Ni itself –  it too is abstract and subjective and hence, can be hard to verbalize. This further adds to Ni’s mystique.

So once again, to the people who do not understand how chromatography works, the machine may seem phenomenal. But that does not make the machine itself mysterious. It operates on a very simple principle, it just appears mysterious.

Ni and doing things:
Extroverts have an extroverted function as dominant, which means they are quick to act and take charge (particularly Te and Se in my experience). People with a dominant introverted function need to step back and consult their dominant function first before engaging with the external world. This can be consulting whether it aligns with their internal values (Fi), or dissecting the whole deal piece by piece to understand all of its constituents (Ti), or accessing own personal sensory library for information (Si).

Ni-doms will go inwards first, except they won’t be seen actively doing something. They just sort of incubate for a while, then start doing it and they usually do it to perfection. Once again, it looks mystical, but it is not. During the incubation phase, our mind warms up and projects patterns, then taps all of those patterns for the best possible outcome and selects it to unravel a long-term plan. Once we start working, we act on the plan, which is very tangible to us. We can visualize the end from the projection our Ni has made and we simply continue to walk forward to it. It looks like the incubation phase does not have any 'productive’ output, but for Ni-doms, to sit on something without doing anything is not important, it’s crucial.

For example, say I have something to write, maybe the literature review part of my thesis, or maybe just a post for this blog. For a while, I won’t do anything. I will trifle with some things and that’s it. But the ideas will be there, just not in the foreground. It’s a bit like a background music, it’s there and it sets the stage for the plot to follow. Then I will write something at one stretch, and it won’t need any editing or proofreading.

Because the Se-Ni thing is subconscious, I think Ni-doms rely a lot on their dreams and visions. I have countless times went to sleep thinking about a problem and woke up with a solution. And I am not alone, my brother is a tert-Ni and Ti-dom. He often wakes up with a new game plan for chess or a solutions to the math problem he had been pressing.

Ni and symbolism/puzzle:
Ni-doms don’t always talk in symbolic languages. Actually I think it’s a bit hard for us, given how 'personal’ our symbolism is, we find it hard to explain. Neither do I love puzzles very much. The symbolism is part of our worldview, not our expression. An example of this is the book Memoirs of a Geisha. Sayuri’s worldview is Ni, the water imagery with herself and such. She is not trying to express things through metaphors and similes, she things of the world in terms of those symbols. This is the same for me. I think of things is terms of what they represent. But unlike an Si user, there’s no sensory trapping to them.

Ni and perception: changing our worldview is hard for us. It’s not impossible, it’s just 'costly.’ We have to go though a lot of questioning and re-questioning.
This is true for the perception bit obviously. When it comes to our verdicts or judgments, we are more flexible.

Elizabeth Bennet (ENFP) has hard judgments, but her perceptions can change very quickly. The process in opposite for an Ni-dom. Again, Sayuri’s worldview/manner of perception is hard to change – she goes through war and poverty and settles in America and still has the same worldview she did back in Gion. However, her judgment about any people (like Nobu-san, Mameha) is very flexible and open-to-change.

Ni myths:
Ni is not perfection, just a manner of perception. Being Ni-dom does not make you smart/creative/wise/interesting/deep by default. Ni-doms can by dumb and boring if they don’t channel their functional stack to usefulness, which is true for every other functions. They canbe  delusional if they lack Se input. An example of shallow Ni-dom with countless mistaken interpretation is Melisandre from A Song of Ice and Fire.

That’s what I think of my Ni, and it does not have to universally true. I would love if someones adds to it.

Mod Note: Anal editor coming out in me, but even Ni-dom writers need proof-readers and editors. You ain’t perfect. ;)

Blue lion's home (contd.)

Since the other one blew up (at least on my standards) I may as well add the other jazz I was thinking about,,

Kk so if you haven’t read the other one you can probably find it or just read this summaryish thing here

So this is going along the “Keith is the new black paladin” jazz so yyup. Kk so one night Keith and Lance get in a BAD fight and it ends up in lance packing up and leaving in the blue lion because he’s just had enough. The lion takes Lance to a water planet (Lance doesn’t know why but goes along w/ it). They dive into the sea and enter a cave, to where Lance later discovers that that colony and planet is where he blue lion was created, and he meets the king of the planet soon after (he’s basically worshiped for being the “keeper of the lion”). Lance tells the king about why he was there, his fight with the paladin in charge, and how the blue lion just brought him there. In return the king tells him about the previous paladin and how she was born there, how she would often get overcome with negative emotions due to voltron, and would try to escape through the blue lion, resulting in the lion taking her to the planet. He then explained how one day the blue lion had instinctively returned and all they found was the paladin’s corpse in the pilot seat, the cause of death beings suicide. Lance gets worried, the king reassures him with kind words and gives lance a new mindset on how to take things. He also tells him that he is aloud to return whenever he wishes if he’s feeling down or if he just wants a quick break.

That’s about where I ended it but I was always thinking about if there were more to the story, like if there was a prince or a staff member there that had a liking for Lance, and it being returned mutually, resulting in a jealous Keith. Kk so,, here

It had been a particularly bad day, voltron had barely completed their last mission and this one wasn’t any better. When lotor came into power, with shiro gone and Keith as their makeshift leader, voltron was unable to predict nor parry any of the galras’ attacks. Lance was being bombarded with complaints and orders from his fellow paladins, but they were new and different ones, all given in almost no time, resulting in him being unable to follow through in them, ultimately having the other paladins blame him for their mishaps.

Every time before that, lance had slipped away to the water planet (he now knew it as Amemasu) during the night, while all the others were sleeping to keep it hidden. Nobody knew or cared that he was a bit late for breakfast, or even lunch. It was only when a mission was about to commence, or when someone needed him that anyone noticed. This time he didn’t care. Once they all escaped the planet, lance bolted. At this point he had returned to the planet so many times that he was able to get there without the help of blue. He once again turned off his tracker, and entered the cave, and once he set blue in the middle docking pad and entered the doors to the castle, Seus (pronounced see-us), his “anointed guard” (Aka his b bud) greeted him.

“Evening, paladin,” he poked.
“Sushi,” lance greeted him back, grinning. He was immediately in a better mood.
They continued on with their banter as they walk to the room in the castle the king had had saved when he first started retreating to the planet. “Anything up?” Seus mumbled as they stared at the landscape over the balcony, “it’s been two days since the last time you popped in. It usually takes you at least a week to go into maximum angst-drive” he snickered.
“Shut up,” lance smirked, “you shouldn’t be talking for someone who seems to be pretty keen whenever I stop by, although I get it, I am quite the catch.”
“I swear if that was a gods damned pun I’m,” he jokingly reached for his staff.
“I know, I’m great.” Lance fake-swooned. They continued on with their snarky comments and in the process completely forgot about the previous subject yadsa yadda.

Meanwhile…. the paladins are freaking the FUCK out. They think the galras have done something to lance or the lion, and it’s chaos. They don’t have the blue lion, the trackers off, lance’s comm is off, everything’s gone to shit. Pidge and Hunk are attempting to build something that’ll be able to track lance and or the lion, allura and coran are trying to figure out any galran strategies to try and reverse engineer an explanation to how they could get lance back. While everyone else is going ape crazy, no ones seen Keith anywhere other than the training deck. He blamed himself for why lance left, and his disappearance sure as hell didn’t help his confidence as a leader. He, out of all of them, was the only one who knew that lance hadn’t left by mistake. While he didn’t know where lance went, he still noticed how on particularly bad days he’d slip out, although after a month or so Keith slowly stopped worrying as he noticed that every time lance would leave, he’d return soon after. This time though was different.

Lance hadn’t tried to be sneaky when he escaped. It was upfront, he made sure everyone knew he was leaving. That he wasn’t planning to come back anytime soon. Keith was, to say the least, pissed. He was angry that lance had the audacity to take the blue lion with him and cripple voltron past the inability they already were at. He was angry that lance never told anyone else that he would be okay, he was fuckin pissed that lance had the nerve to leave the team with that amount of anxiety and fear of his safety, with no sense of clarity of if he was actually ok or not, and even more pissed that due to all this Keith had to handle it all due to him being the temporary leader. Even with all the chaos and tension around the castle, the one thing that offset Keith the most was where lance was going all this time, why he came back in such a better mood, every. single. time. Why, with every time Lance would return he’d seem to have a less and less interest in making snarky comments for attention, why he had stopped bickering with Keith. It pissed him off that he didn’t know what or who he was seeing that made him so much happier, and with every time that lance had returned with a smiling face, his confidence in his leadership skills would be quickly demolished. With every thought that passed through, Keith would quickly and hastily destroy another training bot, until Pidge and Hunk had to drag him back to his room to get some shuteye.

Back on the planet, lance was having the time of his life. He was on an underwater planet full of both hot mermaid and mermen of various kinds, Seus, his best friend (next to Hunk) was legally obligated to hangout with him, the kings young daughters reminded lance of his nieces, and gave him comfort when he felt homesick, and the king was a very close father figure to him. Him and Seus would occasionally go zoom around in the lion when blue was feeling up for it, they’d go around town and browse all the weird fish stores, which was exciting for the both of them due to the fact that Seus was rarely allowed outside palace boundaries unless escorting someone of importance to a location, which was very rarely the mall, whereas lance was having a ball, being back in his natural habitat, the summer wear isle, where he would try on various forms of very skimpy clothing as Seus would heckle him for using the articles in the completely incorrect places (since lance isn’t a fish he had to improvise). The two became so close that they evolved from best friends to the “no homo tho bro” stage of friendship, where one of them would be on the verge of doing something ultra gay™ which began with a quick “no homo tho” from lance (a phrase that took a solid 12 minutes for Seus to process). After a few days, lance had almost no remorse for abandoning his team, of course not without the subtle twinge of “this isn’t right”, and “at least tell them”, here and there, then followed with a rush of joy from his antics that quickly washed away any thought of regret.

One night Keith’s given up. Everyone on the team is exhausted, the one mission they were desperately called to answer ended up horridly, and his self confidence has gone into a complete rut. He now knew what lance meant all those time he overheard him talking to coran on late nights, and he hated it. He’d given up trying to solve it as a team and after all that time of waiting, he slipped out. He, like lance did, waited until everyone was fast asleep, and went into the central room. The only difference today, was that he stood on the red lion’s docking pad. as he flew out with his original lion, feeling much more calm than he had when leaving, he told the lion to find blue. To find lance. He never thought it would have worked, Pidge and Hunk had been working on locating the lion for a week now, all to no prevail. But red, the moment Keith had given that order, bolted off to a planet that Keith’s scanners had stated to be “Amemasu”. It was a full water planet, but instead of diving in like the blue lion did, the red lion hovered over the surface until it took a nose dive into the drink. Once in the water, red controlled terribly, only her back propellers worked efficiently, and her targeting systems were almost all down. Once they landed on the ocean floor Keith figured that he would have to take the rest of the trip solo. Once he slowly guided her into an underwater cave out of sight, he got out and began searching for any large bodies of heat.

About a mile or so away, he spotted a faint, but large reading, which looked a lot like a city or colony of sorts. When he finally arrived it was empty. The readings were still there and they were now very clear, in the shapes of homes and buildings, but vision wise, he couldn’t see anything. He approached one of the readings only to hit what seemed like a wall, or an invisible barrier. He speculated it for cracks or entrances and eventually found an opening, where warm eyed was seeping through. He squeezed through it and found himself to be in an almost hyper futuristic water colony, filled with structures and technology he couldn’t even fathom. As he explored through the city looking for clues and or signs to see if this really was where lance was situated, he stuck out like a sore thumb. He was a human in bright red armour, and a clunky helmet, jetting his way through the town checking houses, buildings, and parks for any signs.

Glares and murmuring aside, he eventually spotted a carving in one of the buildings that looked oddly like one of the voltron lions. As he continued down the “road”, these symbols reappeared more frequently, until he was greeted with castle. It was a giant, high tech structure that stood atop a cave. When Keith checked his heat signatures again, underneath the giant mound of land stood the silhouette of the blue lion. Keith, excited as shit that he actually found lance’s whereabouts, quickly checked the perimeter and at the back of the castle, he saw him. Keith was about to call out for lance, tell him that he had come to find him, tell him how worried the team was for him, that was until he saw lance kissing one of the mermen on the balcony.

A few minutes before, lance was feeling homesick. He and Seus were talking on the balcony, today’s conversation being a lot heavier than their usual ones. It was about family, a touchy subject for them both. “My parents were sweet. One of my dads, the shorter one, he was a ballistic, would do anything and everything for me and my other dad. He loved us so much, and he knew the only way he could protect us was by joining the war, by joining the fight against the galra. He died three months after he was sent out. I was 5 at the time, I never understood what it meant. I also never understood why after the day we got the note from the general my other father sent me into Repun (the king). I never saw him again after that. Never knew what happened to my older sister. Never got to have real family time.” Sues sighed, “The king’s tried so hard to make all of us, all the gaurds, all the maids, everyone who’s stayed, worked, or lived here to feel like family. I’ve just never had that full experience I guess.”
Lance looked up at him, “that’s harsh…” he mumbled, looking aimlessly into the landscape below.
“It’s nothing really,” Seus sent a reassuring smile to lance, “it’s hard to long over someone you barely knew. Now, tell me your story Mr.Bluelion”
“Wow ok…” Lance was caught off guard at how forward he was, “well uh… so back on earth, I was a middle child of a huge quiznaking family. I had-” he cut himself off, “have a nephew named Marco, he’s the best, and a niece, Sam. Love em’ to pieces. Got both an older and a younger brother and sis, Jake’s my younger brother, he can suck my ass.”
They both started started giggling, “huh so that’s what siblings feel like,” Seus grinned.
“You’d think,” lance snickered, “yeah, well then there’s my gran and gramps, my abuela and abuelo both passed a few years back. Gran is a fantastic cook, gramps tries. Then there’s ma and pa…” he sighed, feeling his eyes begin to water, “I miss them so goddamn much Seus.”
“Hey, hey, dude, it’s going to be ok,” Sues hugged lance, “you’ll see them again.”
“But what if I don’t,” lance gave into the embrace, “what if the galrans already destroyed the planet, what if lotor found out what planet we came from and destroyed it so we’d be venerable emotionally, what if the time works differently there and all of them are already dead, what if I’m never allowed back on earth because I’m a paladin, what if I-”
Seus cut him off, “shut up. That’s not going to happen,” lance opened his mouth but Seus spoke before he could begin, “before you say something you shouldn’t, think.”
“My team hates me Seus!”
“No they don’t.”
Lance pushed away, “every time I come back from my trips here no one notices, no one cares, I’ve given up trying to poke fun and make jokes because all I get in return are insults and heckling, do you anyone gives a quiznak about it?” Lance was close to shouting now, “I’ve tried so damn hard to help them out, to do anything to keep them safe and happy, I’ve thought of them as family, and the only thing I seem to be to them is ‘the annoying one’, 'the try hard’, 'the one that doesn’t try hard enough’, I don’t want to be a leader, I don’t strive to be the best, but I’m trying,” tears were running down his face, dripping off his chin and seeping out of the bubble letting him breathe.
“Lance, lance,” Seus hushed him, bringing him back into a hug that lance melted into, tears were still streaming down his face, “it’ll sort out, I promise. But you do have to face your problems,” he cupped lance’s face, making them see eye to eye, “it’s going to be hard, I’ll tell you that, but your team needs you, the universe needs you.”

And thus was the moment where lance went in to kiss Seus, unknowing that Keith was standing just outside below the two, staring at them with a mixture of anger, envy, and most of all confusion. It was then and there Keith knew why lance came back so much happier, and it angered him beyond belief, and it pissed him off that much more that he didn’t know why.

I’ll continue it later, I’ve got better shit to do other than make up klangst. If you people want more I’ll provide (cause it’s a chance to think more about my fish babe) but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Just a Friend (Enoch x reader) [requested]

Anonymous said: Do you still take requests? If you do could you write an Enoch imagine where they’re sexually active in private but in public they do a lot of couple things like teens in high school where they like to make out a lot, hold each other in a touchy feely kinda way and it makes all the peculiars annoyed and/or disgusted (+cute awkward new guy Jake tries to befriend them)

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The Problem with BBC Sherlock – of Terrible Themes, Abuse, and Tragic Gays

Here’s my first essay on my thoughts on S4.

I’ve been digesting the shock and sense of “wrongness” after THE FINAL PROBLEM, and I’ve come up with some ideas on why it bothers me so deeply. It has to do with themes. Every good story has a theme. It might be “love conquers all” or “the bad guys always lose” or “truth always comes out”. The themes of the show after S4 are truly repellent.

1.       The THEMES after S4:

a.       No matter what you do or sacrifice, it’s never good enough and you won’t win your heart’s desire in the end.

b.      It’s okay to abuse to your loved ones, it’s completely forgiveable, and, in fact, the most abusive people win.

c.       Lying and killing people is okay and you can still be a good person.

HOW THIS IS DEMONSTRATED:

2.       SHERLOCK sacrifices himself over and over for very little reward and a lot of abuse.

a.       First, Reichenbach Falls. He jumps in order to save John, Lestrade, and Mrs. Hudson from snipers.  He goes off to dismantle Moriarty’s network, in part to keep them safe. Yes, he hurts John terribly. And yes, it was a mistake. But ultimately, Sherlock still did it for his friends. This is never explicitly discussed or acknowledged in the show between John and Sherlock after Sherlock returns. John never learns what Sherlock went through or says thank you. In fact, the “bomb” scene in S3.E1, Sherlock tricks John into forgiving him only to make a joke out of the whole thing. This is too serious a situation to joke about, yet a real resolution of this conflict is never shown. By S4.E2, it’s clear John still harbors anger over it. Never resolved.

b.      Sherlock plans John’s wedding and is his best man. If you read that Sherlock is gay and in unrequited love with John, this is a tremendous self-sacrifice. Even if you don’t, it’s still a sacrifice—Sherlock is not a party type. He hates social gatherings. Yet he does this for John. John never appears grateful. At the end of the wedding, we have Sherlock walking away alone and (probably) heartbroken.

c.       Sherlock is shot by Mary—and then forgives her, for John. This is almost incomprehensible, but nevertheless,  Sherlock catches John’s wife, Mary, in a lie, offers to help her, and she shoots him in the chest. He dies on the operating table. He comes back through superhuman effort. Mary threatens him again, twice. Yet he forgives her and tries to patch things up between her and John. Why? Because that’s what self-sacrificing friends do? Is this Stockholm Syndrome? Self-loathing? Never explained.

d.      Sherlock kills Magnussen to protect Mary. This was basically an act of suicide. But he did it – for his friends. Neither John nor Mary ever acknowledge this. In fact, in S4.E2, John tells Greg they should have known Sherlock was psycho because “he shot a man in the face” (yes, John, to save you. asshole)

e.      Sherlock again tries to help Mary when her past comes after her (S4.E1), and in the end, Mary throws herself in front of a bullet for him. Ok. Weird but OK. Afterwards, John blames Sherlock for it and casts Sherlock out of his life in a hateful way (again, breaking Sherlock’s heart when Sherlock did nothing wrong).

f.        Sherlock goes back on drugs and nearly dies confronting serial killer Culverton in S4.E2. At the end we find out it was all done to “save John Watson” from his grief. So once again, Sherlock nearly dies for John. And during E2 John treats Sherlock horribly, even going so far as to beat and kick him in a brutal attack.

g.       S4.E3 – Sherlock  battles with Euros to save John. There’s really no appreciation or recognition of this in the end.

SO – what does Sherlock ever get for his repeated sacrifice and pain? For getting shot, tortured, and beaten? For having his heart ripped out and watching the man he loves choose someone else?  He gets a John Watson who seems oblivious to what Sherlock does for him, is in love with his wife and cheating with another woman, is furious with Sherlock and treats him like shit after his assassin wife dies, and beats Sherlock. John finally does come back to Sherlock, but only in the capacity of a friend. More on this below.

3.       MARY – the lying assassin gets all the rewards and a Mary Sue make-over

a.       She pretends to be a nurse at a clinic, befriends John Watson at his lowest point after Sherlock’s death, and he marries her.  Given what he know about her past, surely she didn’t’ just coincidentally end up in John Watson’s path, yet it’s never explained by what deceit and plotting she found him.

b.      She has a secret past as a freelance assassin. Though it’s played up that her past was “very naughty” (Magnussen S3.E3), later in the show she’s whitewashed as being part of a mercenary team that did things like extract hostages. She lied to John about who she was and used a fake name.

c.       She shoots and murders Sherlock – and gets away with it completely. Both John and Sherlock  forgive her! She faces no prosecution and no penalty even from Mycroft or Lestrade, two of Sherlock’s protectes. This is never explained. She never even  says “I’m sorry” or justifies the shooting, not until long after she’s been forgiven and everything’s been swell for her.

d.      Sherlock remains “bffs” with her after this, calling her “his family” and trying to help her when her past comes back to haunt her.

e.      Even in her best moments, she’s manipulative and selfish. For example, she insults John’s value to Sherlock and refuses to let her husband have any say in naming the baby. In fact, she names the baby after herself and announces the name to a room full of friends without discussing it with her husband first. There are a lot of instances like this.

f.        She has an extremely implausible redemption arc when she throws herself into a bullet for Sherlock. Not only does it defy all logic and physics, it’s just dumb and corny.

g.       John is grief stricken for a whole episode. Mary constantly appears as a sort of “Yoda” ghost, uttering words of wisdom and continuing to be whitewashed as some sort of wise woman who retains the role of arbitrator over John and Sherlock’s relationship, as if it’s up to her to validate it. 

h.      SHE NEVER PAYS FOR HER ASSASSIN PAST, LYING TO JOHN, OR KILLING SHERLOCK. The audience is expected to continue to welcome the cloying presence of this killer. And so much about her remains unexplained.

 4.       JOHN WATSON LOSES HIS CHARACTER ARC AND HIS AGENCY

a.       Despite the promising claims that “he’s smarter than he looks” in TAB, John Watson in S4 continues to be clueless. He keeps refusing to see how good Sherlock is and how much Sherlock is trying to help him and Mary. 

b.      John’s wife shoots Sherlock in S3 and John forgives her? How is this possible for a “strong moral principle” man who shot a stranger to save Sherlock in S1.E1? Who punched a police chief who insulted Sherlock in S2.E3?  He’s a doctor, he knew Sherlock’s wound from Mary was basically fatal! On top of this, we have a man who goes to a therapist for “trust issues” who forgives his wife for lying to him from day 1, and he’s okay with not ever knowing her real name? Honestly?

c.       John is bored but seems complacent in his marriage to Mary in S4.E1. But it’s not clear. Does he not notice the way she manipulates him, such as with the baby’s name?  He certainly seems grief-stricken after her death. If he’s really not happy in his marriage, why not make that explicit? Or vice versa? He never says “I love you” to Mary and yet, there’s no reason to withhold it since he never ends up saying it to Sherlock either. It’s just super confusing what he feels for her or for Sherlock. Basically, he seems grief-stricken. Mostly.

d.      Trashcan John. The first time another woman flirts with him, he begins a sexting affair, despite having a wife and infant at home. This is John who is “unfailingly loyal?” If it would have been a plot point, such as him being miserable with Mary, it would have been more justified. But he did it and then he’s also grief-stricken when Mary dies. Inconsistent.

e.      After Mary dies, John treats Sherlock abysmally, shuts him out, insults him, calls him a monster, accuses him of tricks, etc. to the point of physically beating Sherlock when Sherlock is drugged up and ill. This is the man who has repeatedly sacrificed himself for John. And Sherlock did nothing to deserve this abuse since he was not responsible for Mary’s death.

f.        In S4. E3, The Final Problem, John is used as more of a set piece than anything real. He helps solve the “puzzles” at the fortress, but on an emotional level there doesn’t seem to be much there.

g.       A real arc for this story would be that John finally sees/ acknowledges all that Sherlock had done for him, and/or sacrifices himself in return (like a 3 Garridebs moment). But this never happens. There is no satisfying resolution to this relationship plotline. Yes, at the end of S4.E2 John and Sherlock finally talk, John seems to forgive Sherlock, and there’s a hug. But that’s pretty minor stuff compared to all that Sherlock has done for John and feels for John and all John and Mary did to hurt Sherlock. 

h.      Even though John is technically “back at Baker Street” at the end of S4, it’s only in the capacity of a friend. In addition, John basically “defaults back” to Sherlock because he no longer has Mary.  There is no moment where John has to actively “choose” Sherlock, over Mary or even at all. THIS IS LAZY WRITING, NOT A SATISFYING RESOLUTION.

5.       GAYNESS REMAINS “TERRIBLY UNSPOKEN”

a.       This is one of the biggest crimes of the show. What we get in the end of S4 is a gay Sherlock in unrequited (desperately unspoken) love with John, a love that will seemingly never be returned. Is this 1998? Why do we have a tragic anti-gay ending like this in 2017?? It’s nearly as bad as just killing off all the gays. (Or making them all villains, which the show has also done – Irene, Moriarty, Magnussen in the hospital, and Euros).

b.      It could be argued that Sherlock is not gay, that he’s asexual, or even in love with Irene. Yet the show planted many, many clues that Sherlock is gay and in love with John.

                                                               i.      In ASiB, Sherlock repeatedly ignores or pushes off Irenes heavy advances. When he ‘wakes up’ at one point when she’s sitting across from him, his first words are “Where’s John?”

                                                             ii.      Janine says several times “I know what kind of man you are”. Even in “faking” a relationship with her, Sherlock never had sex with her (he jokes “I was waiting until we were married.”)

                                                            iii.      Sherlock’s horribly pained look at John after the wedding , and then he leaves the wedding early.

                                                           iv.      TAB, in which Sherlock confronts very gay-acting mind-palace Moriarty, facing his own homosexuality.

                                                             v.      See Sherlock’s many sacrifices for John. If that isn’t love, nothing is.

                                                           vi.      Sherlock spirals into despair and drugs whenever John abandons him.

                                                          vii.      Mary says on the DVD in S4.E2 that John is “the man we both love”.

                                                        viii.      Many, many other instances.  

c.       John is ambiguously bisexual earlier in the show then becomes strictly hetero. He flirts with Sherlock in ASiP, is horribly jealous of Irene and Janine in ASiB and HLV. Irene, whose specialty is “knowing what people like” tells John he and Sherlock are a couple. John has an implied intimate relationship with his former male commander, Sholto. In a deleted scene, he flirts with a soldier at Baskerville. There’s some drunken knee-groping during the bachelor party in TSoS. However, during all of S4, any sign of this flirty and possibly-bi John has been removed and his heterosexuality is “doubled down”. Why? To avoid any hint that he might get together with Sherlock at the end? 

d.      Sherlock never even admits outloud that he’s gay, not even obliquely. Why? Is it something to be ashamed about? Do we not deserve a gay hero? If they really intended to leave it open-ended what Sherlock was, why did they plant so much of the above evidence that he was gay? If he is gay, why not have him admit it!

 e. This all amounts to a huge queerbaiting exercise, given how many subtextural and textural clues we were given in S1-S3 that this was ulimately a romance. 

These are my thoughts on the story so far. I’ll try to update this with some pics later.

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Angel

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Title: Angel

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 1,148

Warnings: angst

A/N: This was requested by an anon! It’s based on the song Angel by The Weeknd! I hope you all enjoy this! I love you all so much! <3 <3

Lucifer picked your bloody body up from the floor, a frown etched onto his lips.  How could you still be alive?  You were much stronger than he thought.  He knew this was because of him.  They wanted to go after Lucifer, and instead of coming after him, they went after you.  

He teleported to the bunker, knocking on the door.  He knew this was the last place he should be, but he had no other options.  He was thankful that Castiel decided to answer the door.  At least Castiel was an angel and not a human.  He could trust Castiel more than those cockroach humans.  

“Lucifer what are you doing here,” Castiel asked, instantly on guard.  His eyes quickly moved to you, worry washing over him.  “Is that [Y/N]?”  It was hard to tell because of all the blood and cuts on your body.  He had heard talk of Lucifer finding a soul mate, but he didn’t actually believe it until now.

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Can You Keep Up?

Originally posted by jeonsshi


Pairing: Jungkook x reader [feat: Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok]
Genre: DanceAU, fluff, slight smut. 
kWriters April Prompt: Performance Arts!AU
Word Count: 7k

“I’ve never danced with someone like you before. You drive me crazy.” 

Getting into your dream dance studio was the least of your worries once you finally got accepted in. Your new worry was wether or not you’ll be able to make it through the dance competition event the studio was hosting, not only because you’re nervous that you’ll screw up, it being your first event for the studio, but also because you just so happen to be attracted to your new dance partner.

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100 Reasons to Study:

I never expected this “reasons to study” thing to get so many submissions, and as it takes me so long to post them all, I decided to do a bulk post of some so here they are:

(If I haven’t included a url, it was submitted by an anon).

  1. To prove people that “bad” students can become excellent students too.
  2. To expand your knowledge of the world.
  3. To look back on your success in ten years time. (Submitted byadxlastudies)
  4. To not let my mental illness define my grades. (Submitted bymusicandmaths)
  5. I study because I am privileged enough to have the opportunity. I study because I have no one getting in my way telling me I can’t. I study because I want to do some real good in this world. I study because I live in a country where being female has no significant disadvantage; and so, I take this opportunity so that I may make future opportunities for those who don’t have them. (Submitted by crimson-voltaire)
  6. My reason for studying is how I’ll get to where I want to be in my life which is successful, comfortable, and happy.
  7. I study to make my mum happy and proud.
  8. I study to prove my anxiety wrong!
  9. I study because I want to save lives.
  10. I study because my grandpa, orphaned during WWII when he was 8, worked 4 days a week in a mine to learn for 2 days. He’s retired after 40 years of working in diplomacy, for the last 5 years as an ambassador. He’s my role model. And I love him so much.
  11. I study because my primary school teacher from when I was 6 replied “Well who would think that?” when my mother informed her I was going to university. I study so I can tell her “Why would you not think that?”
  12. I study because I want to give myself the best future I possibly can as a black woman. (Submitted by n-marlzz)
  13. I study because my dreams are improbable. But not impossible. I will achieve them. (Submitted by redheadbecool)
  14. I study because even though I can’t imagine having a future, I want one. (Submitted by stxdys)
  15. I study so that I can be surrounded by the right people at school, at home, at work, and on Tumblr. You can only walk the path that you choose for yourself, so choose wisely. Pave your path with bricks, not straw.
  16. I study because last year I was in a mental hospital for young people and I discovered that I want my death to mean something.
  17. I study because diseases have haunted my family for long enough, and cancer deserves to be taken down once for all.
  18. I study because my father left school at age 13 to work to provide for his family and he has been working ridiculously hard ever since so I can have an education.
  19. I study to be self reliant and to get more answers. The concept of being independent is attractive to me, and if i study hard enough, i will be able to live freely without relying on my parents. The thought of getting answers is a huge satisfaction.
  20. I study because I told my ex, “Watch me go to Harvard”. So oops.
  21. Because I want to have a well paying job which means I can eventually travel the world one day.
  22. I study because I love to be productive really just in love with the feeling of it being noon and already have gotten everything done that I needed for that day. (Submitted by revision-babe)
  23. I want and I like to study because I believe that we as humans have the responsibility of maintain and grow the knowledge people developed in the past. How could we waist all those efforts to try know this wonderful world a little better?  (Submitted by mochilunar-universe​)
  24. I study because my Dad went through a lot of work to get to this country so that I could have a good life and a good education, and I’m not going to waste all his good efforts and take him and my education for granted.
  25. Because I believe I can do it and I won’t let their words stop me. (Submitted by truly-written-by-me)
  26. I study for my own sense of achievement! I’m also really motivated by my boyfriend who is very clever and works really hard. I want to get a first in my masters this year and I will!  (Submitted by @orchidbeam)
  27. I study for Nicki Minaj, she would be proud of me, and all the other women in the world. I hope that my degree will put me in the position to make a better world for all my sisters out there and the little ones.
  28. I study because my family isn’t as rich as our family friends, and other families always make fun about what my dad does for a living. I want to change that and make sure the only thing others talk about is how amazing we turned out and what a good career I’m going into.
  29. I study to make my parent’s hardships (moving to America, to provide a better life for my siblings and I) worth it.
  30. My reason to study is to show myself and everyone I am stronger than my mental illness and to prove everyone who said it would stop me from getting anywhere wrong.
  31. I study so I can change the world for the better.
  32. I study because I want to help my family, to fulfil my dreams and save lives.
  33. To be a champion.
  34. I want to study in order to prove myself and people that being dyslexic and dysorthographic doesn’t mean being stupid.  (Submitted bybritannicusmyfav)
  35. I love to learn,and I want to know about all the things I missed because of school system. (Submitted by @seshet)
  36. I study because I want to be the first sibling to go straight into uni without transferring from a community college.
  37. I want to study so that I can transfer out from a community college to a really good university so that people won’t think the decision I made to go to community college was bad. Also to make my DAD super proud!
  38. I study because I want to be the best version of myself.
  39. I study to make those who have taken care of me proud, to show them they did a good job. I also study for myself, to prove that I can fulfil my goals and that everyone who has ever made fun of me just pushed me forward instead of putting the boot in. Getting a good job to live with my boyfriend would be a great plus! We all need motivation, and what’s better to motivate oneself than dreams to fulfil! Here are mine. (~Submitted bystudy-littleidlegirl)
  40. I study because I never want to stop learning about myself and the world we live in.
  41. I study so I’m educated enough to take down the haters in an articulate way so I feel accomplished when leaving the situation.
  42. I study to ensure that when I’m actively in politics, only weak minded people will be able to scorn me due to my ethnic background or religion (or something stupid along those lines) instead of the immaculate policies and work I am carrying out.
  43. I study to become successful in my future and because I have a passion for learning. (Submitted by baklavugh)
  44. I study because I don’t have anything else to do. I guess it keeps me so busy that I don’t have time to think how lonely I am.
  45. Because it makes me happy to see my hard work paid off and also ensures a better future than I would have if I didn’t study well. (Submitted by h4rshitaa)
  46. I study to be able to pursue the career I want. For the thrill of knowledge, the security of understanding. For the way it shapes how I interpret the world. I study not because it is something I must do, but because it is something that is a part of who I am.  (Submitted by @audesapare)
  47. I study to improve my mind so I can understand deeply the things people thought I was not capable of understanding. I study so I can live the most fulfilled life possible. I take every second of this life as a chance to learn and improve myself.
  48. Because I’m going to prove girls are useful for more then just looks and a sex object.
  49. I study to open doors of opportunity. I study to improve my and others lives. I study to feel good when I go to sleep. I study to feel confident with my ability. I study to prove to myself what I can do.
  50. Because I want to show to my child that everything needed effort and passion. Also I want to show how important knowledge is, as a mom and as a housewife. (Submitted by studymamapartiallyhousewife)
  51. I study because it makes me happy to know I am in control of my future.
  52. I study because I am curious.
  53. So that I won’t have to struggle like my parents are financially.  (Submitted by study-sugar)
  54. I study because I want my single mother who has worked so hard for my education to live a better life when she’s older. I want her to look at me in the future, sitting in my office in a law firm and telling herself “it was all worth it”.
  55. FOR NICKI MINAJ. I WILL GO TO A HIGHER EDUCATION FOR YOU.
  56. I study so that I can be proud of the person that I am.
  57. I study because I want independence. After my bachelor’s degree I plan to be able to continue into further study such as an MA and support myself. I am an only child which has always led my family to be over protective and education will always be my way in holding my own in the world.
  58. I study so I can have the freedom to leave where I am now and actually be happy for a change. Without studying I wouldn’t be able to get the job nor satisfaction in life I know I deserve.
  59. I study because it’s the one thing I can decide for myself.
  60. I study because knowledge is power and I never want to feel inferior to anyone or have any regrets. I don’t want anything to hold me back from achieving my dreams. (Submitted by shreestudies)
  61. I study so I’m not so nervous for tests. Also to improve myself and my learning.
  62. I study because I have a huge thirst for knowledge. I love to learn and allow that to change me as a person for the better. I love being able to understand the world around me and contribute my opinions that have been developed from what I’ve learned. (Submitted bymymindssecretpalace)
  63. I want to be a successful person in life. I can use my intelligence to help those in need. Besides, people won’t belittle or pick on my appearance! ✌
  64. I study because I want to help others and make people aware that how important it is to be literate. (Submitted by anashiv)
  65. I study to show that I have potential. I study to show my learning disabilities and adhd is not me. I study because I want to grow. I study to be the person I know I can be, the person I know I am.
  66. I’m so tired of not passing my tests, of feeling like I don’t know the material. I have testing anxiety which prevents me from doing well. I want to study enough that I feel so comfortable with the material and the anxiety goes away. I want to study so I can begin feeling proud of myself and all my accomplishments.
  67. To help those struggling with different mental illnesses and help them see a better light.
  68. Because I want to build that building.
  69. I study because I want to prove all my male teachers and friends, that not only boys are learning the best, and if I want to, I can beat them all!
  70. I want to study to make my parents proud after all the sacrifices they made for me and to succeed so my family and I can live a better life.
  71. I study because I love to learn new things. (Submitted by ki-soonal)
  72. I study to find a solution to stop the passing on of the genes for hereditary diseases. As in to reduce risk of young children being diagnosed with hereditary diseases.
  73. To get that dream job and slay everyone who said it was too difficult for me.
  74. Because education is awesome.
  75. So I can change the world.
  76. To give my mom and dad the life they deserve! (Submitted by samiya-malik)
  77. Because everything is a competition and I must be best. (Submitted by letustudy)
  78. To prove to myself and others that I can do anything I set my mind to. (Submitted by studiousstudying)
  79. So when you are taking a test/exam your anxiety and stress levels are lower. (Submitted by introvertedturtlequeen)
  80. I study because I want to know I’ve earned everything I achieve.
  81. The biggest reason I study is that all of my friends are incredibly smart and when I was younger I wanted to prove to them that I could keep up, but now that I’ve decided that I don’t need to compete, I study just because it makes me feel good. (Submitted by queen-elbow)
  82. I study because the world is an interesting place, and I want to know it as deeply as possible. (Submitted by matchamonstr)
  83. I study because I am so sick and tired of seeing my mom struggle, all because she didn’t have a good education. I don’t want to wake up to a job I absolutely dread, and be paid minimum wage. I want to say “thanks mom, I can take care of you now.”
  84. I study to grow big enough to reach my high hopes. (Submitted by seriousstudygirl)
  85. To see the look on my mum and dad’s face when they see my results. (Submitted by seizethesaturday)
  86. I study because I love to crush my enemies. I like to see the looks on their faces when they see me succeed. (Submitted by dirtylaundry-emptystyrofoam)
  87. I study because I feel the need to prove to the world that I am more than a child prodigy that burnt out one day. I need to prove to myself that I’m just as good, if not better than I used to be. That I’ve got places to go and people to prove wrong.
  88. I study because I love to teach and I want to know everything that I can so that I can more clearly convey things to others, and to be able to make connections across topics to make things personal and interesting to them. (Submitted by the-homework-fandom)
  89. My dream as a little girl was “to be the most smartest person ever” and I still don’t know what else to do. (Submitted by polaroceanographer)
  90. To create room for the real me in the future.
  91. My reason for studying is so I can get into the university I want, and not have to travel away to one. (Submitted by iggythedragonslayer)
  92. To get a well paid job so my children can have the best possible life.
  93. My reason to study is to prove to my parents and myself that I can achieve my goals without the help of others. My reason to study is to gain valuable knowledge, NOT just for a grade.  (Submitted by barbstudies)
  94. To prove to myself that I am strong and can reach my goals. (Submitted by scared-robot
  95. I study so I have a chance of getting into the United States Air Force academy… 
  96. I study so I am offered to meet interesting people that are also studying the same field as I am. (Submitted by ghostsname)
  97. I’ll study so I can live relaxed as a cat in Hokkaido.
  98. *Shia LaBoeuf voice* JUST DO IT
  99. So I can prove myself that I am, indeed, intelligent and not just some bimbo with a hollow head. (Submitted by study-guerassimovna)
  100. Because learning new things and having a more informed view of the world is beautiful. (Submitted by studism)
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My bizarre job interview to work for Prince
Alan Edwards flew to Paisley Park after being asked whether he wanted to be Prince's UK PR man. But there was no way to prepare for the interview that followed
By Ashleigh Rainbird

From PR guru Alan Edwards landed his dream job to represent Prince – after the weirdest job interview ever.

The Outside Organisation boss tells the Mirror about his trip to Paisley Park, where he expected to meet the superstar himself.

Alan tells the Mirror: “I got a call from someone in LA who asked if I’d consider being Prince’s UK PR. I said: ‘Of course, yes.’

“I was flown out to Minneapolis – it was winter, pretty bleak – and there’s a driver waiting there. He takes me, and it feels like the middle of nowhere, there’s endless fir trees, then suddenly, out of the snowy landscape, up pops an extraordinary white, space age building – Paisley Park.

“It was like something out of E.T. or Star Wars. This was the 1980s, I’d never seen anything like it.

“I knocked on the door, someone answered and sent me up to a room upstairs where I sat down. But when I say a room, it wasn’t a normal room. It was sort of suspended, and it had a glass floor. It was like being in a see through cage.

“Nobody had said anything to me yet. It wasn’t even as if anyone brought me a cup of tea.

“Then a button was pushed and music starts coming out – and it’s fantastic. It’s Prince’s album Diamonds and Pearls, which hadn’t been released yet. So I’m just sitting there, completely on my own, in this see through room, listening to this album.”

But despite being in an clear, empty room, Alan wondered if he was being watched.

“I had a sensation that I was being observed,” he continues. “You get that feeling. I couldn’t work out what it was, but I thought I better really put some energy into listening to the record.

“I was tapping my feet, moving my head, but I think I stopped short of getting up and playing air guitar.

“I was really getting into it, which wasn’t hard because it was truly a lovely album and I still think one of his greatest and slightly overlooked albums.”

The entire album – all 65 minutes – were played without interruption as Alan sat by himself.

“Nobody had come in, nobody had said anything,” he continues. “Then it finished and someone says: 'Your car’s outside.’ And I leave.”

Returning to the airport, he wondered if his Prince experience had come to an end, but was startled when his stretch limo driver struck up an unusual conversation.

“We’re driving back through the pine trees and snowy landscape and he said: 'Well, what did you think of this song?’ And: 'What did you think of the vocals there?’ He really peppered me with questions – it was like a school exam.

“It dawned on me quickly that this was maybe not casual conversation. The driver was cross questioning me like a music journalist, forensically, about the album.

“It occurred to me very fast that in one way or another, maybe this was being relayed back to someone. For a minute I wondered who was under that cap!

“I was questioned all the way to the airport. It was a lot easier than my O Levels because I had a passion for it, and I’d just heard a great record. I didn’t have to ham it up too much.”

Returning to London, Alan heard nothing from Paisley Park. He began to think he might not have got the job.

But, he says: “Then in the office three days later, and the phone rings and a voice says: 'You’re hired.’ And that was that.”

For the next few years, Alan would represent one of the most iconic performers of our time. Of course, the role came with its quirks.

Alan continues: “My partner at the time, Chris Poole and I were in a very small office in Charlotte Street, and even though we had some great clients the entire operation was in one room.

“Prince was very shy, he was not a very chatty person. And one of his prerequisites was that he insisted that we had a phone installed for his use.

“It was pre-mobiles, so it was a bigger deal to go to Telecom and get a phone installed, and you paid for the line. It just sat there for weeks.

“We were never allowed to use it, and nobody else was given the number. Only Prince had the number. Whenever he wanted to call, he knew he could get straight through, and wouldn’t have to talk to anybody else.”

Press events were equally as unusual – and Alan’s first face-to-face encounter with the singer wasn’t as direct as his usual interactions with new clients.

“I was given the task to take 10 journalists to Rotterdam, where we were told Prince was going to appear at a club,” he says.

“He was the biggest thing in the universe at that moment. I stood there in this half empty club with journalists including the Mirror’s 3am team for one hour, then two hours, and I had to keep saying: 'He’ll be along in a minute.’

“I had Fleet Street’s finest – the most powerful columnists in the UK – what’s going to happen? It was pre-mobile, so there was no texts from management - we were just stuck there.

“It got to 4/5 o'clock in the morning, then there was a kerfuffle, and Prince comes upstairs with his manager and I was taken over to have a conversation with him about whether or not he’s going to perform, and whether the club is good enough for him, and who this mob is with me at the bar.

“He was a few feet away from me. The manager was on my left, one foot away from me. Prince addressed all the questions to the manager, who then asked them to me. I answered the manager, who then told Prince what I’d said.

“This thing went on for about 10/15 minutes – the whole conversation. The manager was just repeating it: 'Alan says there are 10 journalists here, and they want to review the concert.'”

Alan has nothing but fond memories of the superstar, and heralds his former client as a “genius”.

“Prince was a very gentle, soft spoken, and a nice person to deal with. He’s just shy, he really was shy. It was really extraordinary for someone so flamboyant, such an amazing performer to be so quiet one-on-one. You could hardly hear his voice at times.

“He broke the rules racially, sexually, musically and business wise. This word 'genius’ is overused, but it definitely applied to this man.

“All his approach was a few hundred years ahead. You had the record industry dispute and him painting slave on his face.

“He was a business pioneer, and now all artists expect to own their catalogue and have a control over their careers. To a degree, they need to thank Prince.”

Daveed Diggs x Reader: What’d I miss?

a/n: I’m currently working on a super loooong Daveed fic and I needed a small break so I decided to write this and make it shorter. Maybe. I don’t like ending fics.

Summary: You’re in New York and Daveed is on a month visit in Oakland. And you miss him. A lot. (happy ending I promise)

Tw: angst(ends happy), long distance, smut references, depression, loneliness, anxiety

Words: 1779

Pages: 4.5


“What’s wrong y/n?” Your friend asks watching you flop around on the couch. You moan lazily and stretch out your arms.

“I miss him so much,” You whine, wanting Daveed to be right next to you holding your hand. “How am I supposed to go through two more weeks of this?”

“I don’t know, why don’t you call him?” F/n asks.

“He’s probably sleeping right now but we always talk at least once when he wakes up,” You explain, looking at the clock and seeing it’s almost noon.

“What’s the time difference?”

“He’s about 3 hours behind us so hopefully he’s up soon,” You sigh.

“Well I’ve got stuff to do today and I don’t have time to see you mope around. You wanna come with me or not?” F/n questions, standing up to leave.

“Nah, I’m good, I’ll just stay here.”

This had been the case a lot since Daveed went back to Oakland. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t be coming back to New York but it was always hard for you to be away from him. It was very easy for you to get lonely though. The only thing you seemed to care about since he left were your phone calls and video chats. You would never let him know how you were feeling though becuase you wanted him to enjoy his time and not worry about you. He already knew your past and how easily you could fall into depression so you were always careful not to sound too distressed when talking with him, but you weren’t sure if you could help it this time.


“Hey Daveed,” You sigh happily, your smile evident even through the phone.

“Oh god y/n, how’s my baby girl?”

“I’m okay, I just miss you so much,” You tell him, longing to feel his body against yours. “But don’t worry about me. How are you?”

“I don’t know. All I can think about is how much I just want to feel you again.” He pauses for a brief moment before continuing. “Last night I woke up and was cold so I rolled over to wrap my arms around you, but you weren’t there. It’s always weird not waking up next to you but last night I just got really homesick.” You can hear the pain in his voice as he recalls the event.

“But you are home,” You choke out, his story being something you had experienced many times before.

“I would be if you were here.”

The line is quiet as you both stop talking momentarily. You never thought that Daveed would be struggling with this as much as you, but maybe he was. That just hurt you more. You try and stop thinking about it but it’s just too hard and you feel tears coming.

“Y/n, are you okay? You’re really quiet,” He asks, concerned. He hears sniffling and begins worrying.

“U-um, yeah, I’m okay,” You lie.

“Skype. Now.” He demands before he disconnects the call. You get incredibly anxious knowing that he would question why you were so upset, which only leads to more tears streaming down your face. Daveed’s name comes across your phone and you have no choice but to pick it up. He has a worried look on his face the moment you see him.

“Oh no baby, please talk to me,” He pleads, hating the state you’re in.

“I’m being overdramatic, I’m so sorry,” You respond, trying to clear away the water pooling in your eyes.

“Y/n, have you been taking your meds?” He questions, furrowing his eyebrows. This comment really hurt you, as you had been. It made you feel like there was something wrong with you beyond fixing. “Oh god, you stopped didn’t you? Why would you do this to yourself y/n?” He asks, shaking his head. “It hurts me too, not just you.”

You lose it at this point, letting the phone slip from your hands as you rest your head on your knees and bawl. You know he means well but it’s just not what you needed to hear. You remind yourself that nothing he could say would possibly make you feel better. The only thing that would ever help would be him by your side. You can hear the muffled sound of Daveed’s voice coming from the device below you and you know it would be wise to explain yourself.

You bend over and pick up your phone, hands shaking as you do so. Daveed is rambling on loudly and you can see he’s on the verge of tears.

“D.”

He focuses on you.

“I’m still taking my meds,” You sternly tell him although your voice doesn’t carry the confidence that you wish it did.

“I-I know, I’m just so in love with you and I can’t take it that you feel like this and I can’t fix it,” He admits, regretting being so blunt with you moments earlier.

“I love you too but you can’t fix me Daveed. Even if you being here helps, you can’t stop my brain from making me feel so worthless,” You confess to him, hoping he understands. 

“But I sure can try, can’t I?”

“Yes baby, you can,” you tell him, starting to wipe away the tears and letting a small smile drift through your previous break down.

“You’re so beautiful when you smile,” He tells you, pulling his blanket off his chest.

“Mmhmm,” You respond staring at his now very visible and muscular body.

“Y/n, I know you’re totally concentrating on my eyes right now, yeah?” He asks, laughing at your expressions.

“Aw, c’mon D, it’s not my fault you’re such a fucking tease,” You shrug, feeling no shame.

“Tease? All I’m doing is sitting here. If anyone’s a tease, It’s you,” he accuses, reaching over to the stand beside his bed and putting on his glasses.

“What? how?? I’m just sitting here being a plain mess,” You laugh, brushing some hair behind your ear.

“Exactly. I love that,” He smiles again, enjoying the rolling of your eyes and blushing of your cheeks. He has always loved sliding little compliments into your conversations to see how flustered he can get you.

“Wait,” You pause. “Did you just call me a mess?” You ask, raising an eyebrow expectantly.

“Yeah, but you’re my little mess I wouldn’t want it any other way.”


Two weeks later.

Daveed walks into your shared apartment in the middle of the night. He wasn’t expecting to get home so late but there was a small delay at the airport. At least this way he could surprise you when you woke up. He had made sure to stop and pick up some flowers for you along with the countless other things he had gotten for you from Oakland.

He sets the flowers into a vase with water and kicks off his shoes. As much as he loves Cali, he missed not only you but this familiarity in general. He walks down the hall and into your room to see you sound asleep and curled up. The sight of you almost brings tears of joy to his eyes and his smile is as wide as it can get. He strips off his Oakland shirt and Jeans and crawls into bed next to you. You don’t stir and he pulls you directly to him. That moment he makes a promise to himself and decides he will never leave you again.

“I love you so fucking much y/n. God damn, I missed my baby girl. I don’t know how I went without you for so long,” He whispers into your neck, intertwining his fingers with yours. As much as he wants to savor the feeling of you against him he knows if he wants to enjoy his time with you awake tomorrow he will need some sleep.

It isn’t hard for his breathing to slow and deepen until eventually his arms become slack around your frame. He already knows he well sleep well and not wake up cold again.


The next morning.

You see the sun coming in from the outside world as you squint your eyes open. You go to roll over to check your phone but something’s stopping you. 

“DAVEED OH MY GOD YOU’RE HOME!” You scream, waking him up from a deep sleep. He looks scared momentarily until he realizes that it’s you. He doesn’t speak as grabs you and pulls you into a huge hug. You let tears of joy flow freely onto his chest as you wrap your arms around him. You both stay like this for several minutes just holding each other. He leans down and attaches his lips to yours for a long, wanting kiss. You both part and continue in your previous embrace.

“We should go do something,” Daveed whispers first, tracing circles on your back. “I know you haven’t done much since I’ve left.”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” You tell him, starting to pull away.

“Then we should get ready, Yeah?”

“Yeah, we should,” you conclude, getting up to put on some clothes.

“And y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“I love you. A lot,” he tells you, a satisfied look in his eyes.

“I love you too but Daveed, I have something to tell you,” You say nervously. “I uh, I-I was having such a hard time with you being gone becuase right before you left I-,” You stop talking, trying to figure out how to say this right. He gets up and walks over to you and grabs your hands. 

“What is it baby?” He prods, hoping you wouldn’t say that you didn’t want him anymore.

“I’m not the only baby you’re going to have,” You say quietly, immediately looking into his eyes for a reaction.

“Y-you mean you’re pregnant?” He confirms, not expecting to come home to this. “Oh my god, what did I miss??” He asks, beginning to smile brightly. You see his positive reaction and relief floods through you.

“A lot D, you missed a lot,” You tell him smiling while he embraces you.

“I have an urge to sing ‘That Would be Enough’ right now,” Daveed whispers to you, giving you one last squeeze as you chuckle at his cute comment. He moves his hands to your stomach although there is no noticeable bump yet.

“I can’t belive my baby girl is in there,” He spurts out, eyes lighting up.

“Nah, it’s a boy,” You tell him, leaning your head on his shoulder. He playfully glares at you as he lifts your head with his hand.

“Whatever it is, I’ll love them,” He smiles, closing his eyes and kissing your lips lightly.


a/n: Wow okay, I wasn’t expecting it to go there but it did holy shit. If you want a part two just send me an ask and I’ll gladly oblige becuase I really liked writing this one. I have like 3 more that are almost done but I do take requests for cast and characters. Thanks for reading!!

Lust or Love |Chapter One: Hidden Truth| (Jin x Reader)

One| Two

Summary: You were beautiful, kind, and just perfect for him. Only problem was you were his best friend’s’s girlfriend

Word Count: 4.1k 

Genre: Smut, Angst

A/n: This series will be two chapters long


Jin was not one to believe in love at first sight or in soulmates, but the minute he laid eyes on her. He knew he was fucked.

She was  untouchable and someone he should not even think about at night, but here he was with his hands down his sweatpants, panting out the name of a girl he knew will  never scream his name out, and a  girl who will never love him back.

He felt disgusted with himself as he felt his cum drip down his hand and the way he felt relief  after getting rid of his pent up sexual frustration by thinking of you.

Memories of the night before when your breast had accidentally brushed against his hard chest as you were trying to get through the chaotic crowds of the college parties. Memories of you wearing a tight dress that showed off your curves and charm of a woman, and the way your red lips would curve into a smirk whenever someone made a joke. When she smiled at him when he made a lame joke, and when she drag him around the party to look for Namjoon.

He wanted you more than anything, but you were with someone else.

And the worst thing about wanting you was the fact that you were his best friend’s girl.

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“I know that I said that I would always choose friendship over love, but she’s different and this situation is different too.”

“You’re still breaking the bro code.”

Jin sighed as he signals the bartender, “One more shot, please.”

Taehyung frowns as he tells the bartender to stop giving Jin more drinks, but the bartender had already served Jin a Gin.

“I can’t believe you’re a meme in real life, you even order a drink that sounds like your name.”

“This coming from the boy that Jungkook uses for his memes in our group chats.”

Taehyung only glares at him, but takes away Jin’s shot.

“Don’t get drunk, hyung.”

“I need too.”

“No, you don’t. What if you get drunk and call Namjoon’s girlfriend?”

Jin grunts and hands over the drink to Taehyung who only slides it away from himself.

“You need to think rationally before you do something stupid.” Taehyung advices, Jin chuckles.

“You know in all my life, I knew you. It was always me telling you advice, not the other way around.” Taehyung rolls his eyes at Jin.

“Well, you’re not always making wise decisions yourself, hyung. Like for example, falling in love with your best friend’s girlfriend!” Taehyung shouts, the whole bar looks at Jin, in judgement and some even smirk. Jin only shrugs it off, not caring what others see him as.

“I thought your fuckboy days are over, besides you shouldn’t let Y/N come between you and hyung’s friendship.” Taehyung almost pleaded.

“First of all, my fuckboy days are over so fuck you. And also, I don’t how to say this any other way, but Namjoon’s days aren’t.” Taehyung gasped.

“What do you m-mean?”

Jin sighs, as he grabs the glass of Gin, Taehyung lets him this time. He takes a huge gulp before setting the glass down.

“Namjoon is cheating on Y/N.” Taehyung’s mouth fell open and this time it was him taking a swig of Gin. After swallowing his drink, Taehyung narrow his eyes at Jin.

“Are you sure?”

Jin nodded.

“I caught him in the act, boy was balls deep in the girl.” Taehyung stared at Jin, in disgust, not use to Jin’s vulgar language.

“I was going to tell Y/N, but when she came over to my place to help plan Namjoon’s birthday party with a bright smile on her face… I couldn’t tell her. She was too happy, and I couldn’t break her heart like that. I want her to smile even if I’m not the reason.”

Taehyung smiled sweetly at Jin before scowling, as he remembered the situation they both were in, “Wow, you really do like her.”

“No shit.”

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Jin officially met you at a party in his senior year, but before he met you Namjoon gushed over you. Namjoon and you were Juniors when the both of you hooked up. At first, it was supposed to be a one-time fling as Namjoon puts it, but soon enough Namjoon fell for you.

“She’s beautiful, kind, and very smart. Last night, we talked until 3 in the morning, our talks were so meaningful and deep that she made me cry. The way she speaks is so beautiful and the way she seems to understand me so perfectly makes me so happy.”

Jin stared at Namjoon, shocked that a girl made Namjoon cried, usually it was the other way around.

“I told her about the shit I went through and all my insecurities and deep thoughts. Even though, she didn’t’ talk a lot she still listened and accepted me, and that’s all that mattered. As I met up with her more, I learned more about her and her hobbies. We’re so similar, hyung… And I think I love her.”  Jin gaped at Namjoon, who was smiling like a lovesick fool, but after seeing how sincere Namjoon’s love for her, Jin smiled.

“After the first night we slept together, I had no intentions of staying with her and I was going to leave first thing in the morning, but she woke up before me. She smiled at me and asked if I would like to eat pancakes with me and I was going to say no, but when she smiled at me, I felt like I was staring at a real-life angel so naturally I couldn’t say no. One date lead to another and well here I am talking about her to you… I really love her, hyung… I think I want her to be the one.” Jin was happy for Namjoon, after years of watching Namjoon break hearts it was refreshing to see him finally cherish one.

Jin was no better by any means, but he quit messing with girl’s heart after his sophomore year when an upperclassmen had broke his. He had learned his lesson and he had hoped that you changed Namjoon for the better as well…. But you didn’t.

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“When exactly did you fall in love with her?” Taehyung asked, as he drank a glass of water.

“Remember that party that Hoseok threw when I graduated?”

Taehyung nodded, as memories flashed through his head.

“It was the best party ever! Even though, I don’t remember half of it.”

Jin shook his head in amusement, as he reminisces the day he fell for you.

Dancing, sweaty bodies were moving their hips in the living room, couples tongue-locking in the hallways, and drunk freshman were puking out in the hedges.

The party was a success.

And Jin was having a great time, dancing with the girls and drinking with his friends. It was going well, but there was one person missing, Namjoon.

Jin was about to call him when he sees Namjoon making his way towards Jin. Namjoon was holding a girl’s hand and Jin didn’t pay any mind to her until Namjoon said her name.

“This is Y/N L/N… She’s my beautiful girlfriend.” As Jin finally met her eyes, he felt himself get pulled into a trance by her lovely shades of e/c. And when she smiled, it was like someone had punched him into a daze. Her red lips were curving into a flawless smile that he would later cherished and try to work hard to see it.

His eyes scanned your body from head to toes, you had a beautiful body as well and if it weren’t for the fact that Namjoon was holding your hand or getting annoyed by Jin obviously checking out his girlfriend, he would’ve asked you out on a date.

Jin smiled as he finally gets out of his trance, “My name is Kim Seokjin, but you can call me Jin.”

You smile at him and stared at Namjoon lovingly, “Joonie has told me soo much about you.” You giggled.

If he thought your smile was breathtaking, your giggles had taken his soul to heaven.

“You have a lovely laugh.” Jin accidentally slips out, you stared at him in shock before smiling again.

“Thank you, I also like your smile.” Namjoon’s grip on your hand tighten, before he gave Jin a mild look. Jin catches on and gives you both one last smile.

“It was nice meeting you.” He then walks away.

At the time, Jin didn’t know he had fallen for you. He simply thought that you were incredibly attractive, however it wasn’t until Namjoon brought you along to hang out with his friends a lot more that he realized he wanted to get to know you better.

He wanted to be with you, even if it meant stealing you away from Namjoon. And that thought frightened him and because of those thoughts he avoided you.

To his advantage yet disappointment, you hadn’t noticed him avoiding you.

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“You fell in love at first sight.” Taehyung plainly stated. “Are you sure you’re not just horny for her?”

Jin glared at Taehyung’s blunt accusation, but continued talking, “It could’ve been anyone, but it had to be her.” Jin moaned out as he rubbed his face with his hands tiredly.

“Have you tried getting over her?”

Jin pulls his hands away from his face to glare at Taehyung once again. Boy keeps asking some dumb ass questions.

“I don’t know, why don’t you ask the ten women I dated and slept with, in hopes of forgetting about her.”

Taehyung gaped.

“You slept with ten women!?”

Jin nodded, as he started fishing out his money from his wallet.

“And you didn’t feel a thing for them?”

Jin nodded again, as he placed the money on the bar and started to walk away, Taehyung quickly slams down his money on the counter and followed Jin out the street.

“I tried, I really did.”

“You’re telling me you been in love with Y/N for three years and never moved on?!”

“Yes, Taehyung… That’s what happens when you fall in love with someone and if you weren’t thinking with your dick all the time, then you would’ve experienced the same thing.”

Taehyung snorted.

“No way in hell am I falling in love again, especially not after Yumi.”

The boys fell silent as they remembered Taehyung’s ex-girlfriend, she not only lied to him but cheated on him multiple times and stole his money.

“You’ll meet the right one, one day.”

Jin says as he placed his arm over Taehyung’s shoulders, Taehyung only snorts.

“Yeah, hopefully it’s not my best friend’s girlfriend, either.” Taehyung teased.

Jin laughs as he punched Taehyung’s arm, “Fuck you.”

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Namjoon changed, you didn’t know what was the cause or why he was acting so differently.

He used to be sweet, caring, and loving. If anything, he was the clingy one in the relationship, but now it feels as though he wanted nothing to do with you anymore. He wouldn’t hold your hand, kiss you, or cuddle with you at night. And at first, you tried to be understanding, but now whenever you try to make plans with him he always makes up an excuse.

Whenever you had a hard day and tried to vent to him, he only stared at his phone, ignoring you. You were so frustrated by his lack of love and apathetic attitude, you decided you wanted to find out why.

If he won’t tell me why, then there’s only one way to find out.

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After packing your bags and reserving a room at the hotel, you had set your plan in motion. All you had to do now was wait. As you walked into the living room, you notice Namjoon sitting on the couch texting. You walked towards the door with luggage, hoping to catch his attention, but failed. You sighed.

“I’m going to leave Korea for a week for business, but I’ll be back on Monday.” Namjoon’s eyes moved towards you before nodding.

As you left the apartment, you texted the one person that helped you feel better.


Jin grimaces as he remembers the exact moment that Namjoon fell out of the love with you.

“She bores me now, and lately she’s been more clingy.”

Jin scowled as Namjoon sat lazily in front of him. The light was dim and the air was heavy with smoke and tension. Namjoon drinks a shot of soju quickly before sighing.

“She used to be so interesting, but now she’s predictable and plain.”

Jin bit the inside of his cheek as he fought back the urge to yank his best friend by the collar.

“I just don’t love her.” Namjoon finally stated as he finished the last shot of soju.

Jin quickly gulps down his drink as he forced himself  to calm down.

“I think I’m going to break up with her.”

Jin’s fist clenched and he felt his teeth bare, his eyes narrow down at an unsuspecting Namjoon, who had his eyes close as he tried to calm himself as well. When Namjoon quickly opens his eyes, Jin changed his expression, trying to play off as calm and rational, but in the inside he was already beating the shit out of Namjoon.

Why do I care? Jin thought angrily.

She’s my friend, but I’m closer to Namjoon… Either way, it’s not right to talk shit about someone who’s in love with you.

“Are you sure?” Jin asked, through gritted teeth.

“Yes.”

Jin sighed, as he waits to hear you explain the situation.

Jin’s hands shook as he read your messages. His heart broke for you as you pour your heart out to him.

How can he tell you the truth when you were so happy with Namjoon?

Jin bit his lip as he typed a response that he will soon regret typing out.

Jin turned his phone off as he laid down on his bed, cursing at the ceiling.

He had just made a grave mistake.

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Maybe, I should believe Jin. After all, no one knows Namjoon more than Jin.

Y/n started packing her things back inside her luggage, chuckling at how foolish she was for trying to create a plan to catch Namjoon cheating.

For all she knew, he was probably snoring on the couch with his mouth open. Y/N chuckled at the thought.

Maybe, I was wrong for suspecting him.

She wanted to trust Namjoon, but for some reason she felt something in her gut warning her.

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It was two in the morning when Y/N came home, she unlocked the door and placed her luggage near a wall. She smiled brightly as she realized her house was quiet and still in place.

Namjoon didn’t burn the house down and he’s probably still sleeping. However, it wasn’t until you were taking your shoes off that you felt a heavy weight on your chest. Next to Namjoon’s red converse were black high heels that certainly weren’t yours.

You bit your lip nervously as you walked near your bedroom, you prayed that it was just Namjoon sleeping in your covers peacefully.

You tiptoed quietly as to not wake Namjoon, you slowly open the door with a smile until you saw two lumps in your bed.

Reality crash down on you as your smile slip off your lips and your chest ached physically. You turn on the lights and bang on the wall, jolting Namjoon and the woman next to him sleeping.

Namjoon’s groggy eyes widen at the sight of your devastated form. Namjoon felt his chest sinking as you stared at the woman with dyed blonde hair sitting next to him, naked.

The woman quickly covers her torso before slapping Namjoon’s face.

“You had a girlfriend!?” Namjoon only stared at you the whole time, as the blonde quickly dresses.

The blonde girl stared at you with a crestfallen look on her face, as she bowed deeply at you.

“Please forgive me, I had no clue he had a girlfriend.”

But at that moment, you didn’t even register her presence, she was background noise. Her hurried footsteps filled the painful silence and tension in the room. And just as she slam the door close, you finally snapped out of your heartbroken trance. You grab your purse and started to leave, snapping Namjoon out of his trance finally.

Namjoon quickly grabs his boxers and pants before following you out the front entrance. As you opened the door to leave, he slams it shut and trapped you with his hands against the door and you in front of him. You only kept silent as you refused to look at him out of sheer anger and disgust.

“Y/n, talk to me.”

You only kept quiet as you tried to open the door, but his bulging muscles only kept it shut.

“I’m sorry.”

You only scoffed, and as you struggled to open the door, he quickly pulls you in for a hug.

“Don’t leave me.” He whimpers out.

You swallowed nervously as you felt your chest tighten from the pain he was giving you.

“Let me go.”

“I love you.” You gasped, and you felt his arm tighten around you as you stopped struggling against him.

“I love you and I’m sorry I took you for granted. I didn’t realize how much I loved you until now.”

You bit your lip and tried to fight off the tears forming in your eyes.

“I can’t, Namjoon.”

“You can’t what?”

“I can’t be with you anymore so let me go. We both know, we’re not happy with each other anymore.”

“That’s not true.”

You scoffed and felt a bitter chuckle force itself out of your lips.

“Yes it is, otherwise you wouldn’t have cheated on me.”

Namjoon fell silent as his grip loosen, you were going to tear his arms off of you when you felt something warm and moist fall on your shoulder. You froze as you felt Namjoon press himself against your back, trembling.

“It won’t happen again.”

“It’s too late , Namjoon. I don’t want to be with you anymore because we’re not in love like we used to be.”

Namjoon’s arms fell to their sides at this point, and you force yourself to look him in the eyes.

“You’re not happy with me anymore and I can’t love you anymore because you hurt me, Namjoon. I have to think of my happiness. And I’m sick and tired of being the only one to save this relationship even when it’s falling apart so quickly.”

Namjoon’s heart broke to million pieces as he watched you grab your luggage and head towards the door.

You stared at him one last time with a sad smile, “It’s over. Tomorrow, I want you and your things gone from my apartment.”

Namjoon’s eyes widen as he watched you leave through the door. He felt his knees give out as he had realized his biggest mistake.

He had let the girl who would love him despite his flaws and past go. And because of what he done to her, she will never love him again.

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It was four in the morning when Jin opened the door to see a red-eyed you standing in front of him.

He gaped at your disheveled form before stepping aside to let you in.

“Y/N…”

You spun around to glare at him, “Why did you lie to me?” Your voice was husky from an hour of crying.

“What are you talking about?”

“He fucking cheated on me, and you fucking knew this whole time.”

Jin’s mouth fell at the sudden confrontation before closing it back up.

“You’re right…”

“Why?”

Jin stared at you as tears slip down your face, he felt his chest ache at the sight. Out of all the things he hated, seeing you cry was the thing he hated most.

“I thought we were close enough to trust each other, Jin… Was it because Namjoon is your best friend?”

Jin sighed as he rubbed his eyes, he tried to ignore the pain filling his heart each second his eyes met yours.

“No, It’s just…”

“Just what?”

“It’s none of my business. Yeah, the both of you are my friends, but I have no right or say in your relationship with him. It’s not my place to tell you that Namjoon was cheating on you.” Jin confessed, feeling frustrated.

“You should’ve least told me, instead of lying to me. I wasted my time and energy in trying to save that hopeless relationship! He broke my heart! I wished you had told me, but now I’m standing in front of you at four in the morning yelling at you instead!”

Jin stared at the ground, as you ranted.

“I’m not mad that you didn’t tell me, Jin. I’m mad because you lied to me! Shit, if you didn’t want to tell me at least say that it’s not your place to say so.”

“Well, what am I supposed to tell you when you were so fucking happy?! How am I supposed to tell the girl that I love more than anything that my best friend is cheating on her?! How am I supposed to tell my best friend that the girl whose happiness is my source of happiness deserves more?! How am I supposed to help you both without letting my personal feelings get in the way?! Or when I have no right to interfere with your relationship?”

Your mouth parted as Jin had confessed to you.

“You want to know why I lied to you?” You nodded, quietly, too shocked to argue back.

“I lied because I was hoping that maybe Namjoon would get his shit together and make you happy. I was a fucking idiot to lie to you, I should’ve told you the truth so you would’ve been spared the heartache, but I thought lying to you would save you both, but I was wrong. Now, you’re crying and Namjoon is probably cursing at himself for letting someone like you go. So, I lied because I thought I was protecting you both. It was wrong of me, but I just wanted you both to be happy.” Jin broke down into tears himself, as the guilt swallowed him up.

You walked towards and without warning wrap your arms around him, he stiffen as you spoke, “I’m sorry, Jin. It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have put you on the spot… You shouldn’t have been dragged into this mess. I’m so sorry so please don’t cry. It’s not your fault, I should’ve found out myself. I was angry and sad, but that’s no reason to take it out on you. I’m sorry. Anyone would’ve done the same if they thought they would be protecting their friends.”

“Yeah, but I lied for Namjoon about him loving you.”

“You weren’t wrong, though…” Jin fell silent as he stared at you.

“However, he realized it too late.” Jin hugged you tightly as you wept against his hard chest. After a couple of minutes of crying, he wiped your tears away and stared into your redden eyes. You placed your cheek on his chest again as you felt warmth wash over you as his embrace was comforting.

“Thank you for always being there for me when he wasn’t.” You mumbled against him, thinking that he hadn’t heard a word, but he had heard everything.

“I would do anything for you.” He whispered back. You fell asleep on his chest with a smile and as he carried you back to his room, he couldn’t help but hope you would find happiness again even if it wasn’t from him. As you slept quietly on his bed, Jin slept on the couch hoping and praying to whatever entity that you would be at peace again. With a sad smile on his face, Jin fell into a peaceful slumber.

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When Jin woke up it was noon, and as he got up from the couch he went to search for you. But, you were nowhere to be seen inside his home. He panicked until he saw your note on the kitchen counter.

Thank you for everything, Jin. I hope we see each other in the next life. Don’t worry about me and don’t look for me. By the time, you read this letter I will be on an airplane out of Korea.

Jin’s hands shook as he read the letter, he sat down on the couch as he felt harsh reality smack him in the face. You had left without saying goodbye properly and there was a high chance that he would never see you again.

As Jin’s tears slid down his face, he couldn’t help but wish the best for you and to see you again even if it were for a second.

Jin felt despair as he felt he would never see you again, but truth be told the both of you will have a fateful reunion two years later.

The One Where He Doesn’t

Pairing: Alec Lightwood x Reader

Summary: Alec ended his relationship with you to marry Lydia and since then, you hadn’t spoken. After trying to save Ragnor, you end up facing certain death. The only question is, if you wake up will you still have time to win Alec back or will he be the new Mr. Branwell? 

A/N: did anyone else fully squeal over tonight’s new episode? #malec
oh and there’s new writing so check out my new jace imagine here and my first ‘the 100′ imagine with john murphy here!

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“Y/N…”

“Go, I’ll stay with her,” Magnus states, his hands hovering over your body, “She’ll be okay.”

Jace hesitates as he watches over you, “Magnus…”

“Go,” he commands and Clary nods, pulling Jace through the portal with her.

Your eyes flutter open and Magnus breathes out a sigh of relief, slumping against the wall, “Oh thank god,” he mumbles.

“What happened?”

“Shax demon,” he grumbles, “You fell over the bannister trying to save Ragnor.”

“Is he-“

“He’s dead,” Magnus stammers, his voice shaking.

“Magnus, I’m so sorry,” you pull yourself up before groaning and falling back to the floor.

“Yeah, when you fell not only did you fall hard, you fell onto a vase,” he nods towards your shirt which is steeped in blood.

“How deep did it cut?”

“Let’s just say, you don’t want to look yourself,” he shakes his head, looking slightly disgusted.

“We’d better go,” he stands up, “I’ll portal us back – don’t strain yourself too much,” he instructs you, looking at you sympathetically.

“You don’t have to feel bad for me,” you grumble and Magnus shrugs, “You did take a giant shard of glass to the stomach.”

You shake your head, standing up, “I meant about Alec. I’m tired of everyone treating me like I’m-

Broken,” he finishes for you, “Won’t happen again,” he smiles before his expression contorts into one of concern as he notices your face draining.

“Whoa,” he catches you as you pass out, stumbling into his arms.
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“So, you’ll give me away?” Alec asks and Jace grins, nodding, “I’m glad we sorted this out,” he hugs Alec .As he pulls way he stares at Alec nervously.

“What’s wrong?” Alec creases his forehead and Jace takes a deep breath, “It’s y/n, she-“

“Jace, I know what you’re going to say. But this is what’s right.”

“I-It’s not that…”

“Then what?”

“When we went to get Ragnor, a Shax demon somehow followed us. Y/N was trying to protect him but she got thrown over the bannister and a shard of glass-“

“Where is she?!” Alec’s eyes fill with worry.“In the infirmary – but Alec, I don’t think it’s wise you see her.”

“What?” his face contorts with confusion, “W-hat are you talking about? I have to see her, I have to-“

“You already said your goodbyes and agreed to stay away from each other. Don’t cause her more pain,” Jace sighs and Alec stumbles backwards, his eyes stinging as he swallows hard.

“I’m sorry Alec, I just think that’s what’s best,” Jace steps forward but Alec steps away from him, shaking his head as though he was in denial. 

“I have to go,” his voice cracks, “I have a wedding to-“ he doesn’t finish his sentence and instead stumbles out of the room.

As he passes the infirmary his heart continues to pound harder and harder as though it was trying to escape his chest and find its way to you.

“Alec,” Isabelle appears behind him, “Did you see her?”

Alec stares at her, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. She presses a hand to it, “You have a fever.”

“I’m fine,” Alec mumbles, pulling her hand away, “How is she?”

“She’s severely concussed and she’s lost a lot of blood.”

“Izzy…”“She’ll be okay. It’ll just take some time.”

“How much time?”

“Let’s just saw you won’t see her at the wedding.”

Alec runs his fingers through his hair, running his hands from his hair down to his face and burying his head in them.

“Hey,” she whispers, pulling them away, “She’ll be okay.”

“The last thing I said to her was that I didn’t want to see her again – Izzy, I didn’t mean – I didn’t mean like this, I- I-

“I know,” she pulls him into a hug, rubbing his back, “And she knows too.”

“Jace won’t let me see her…”

“I think that’s for the best Alec. I’m not sure she could take seeing you looking all strapping and handsome in your suit,” she laughs, fixing his collar.

Alec catches her hand, “Stay by her side for me, will you?”

Isabelle nods, “Of course.”
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As he stands at the alter, Alec’s mind flashes to the exact moment he had broken your heart.

“Alec, what are you talking about?”

“I’m marrying Lydia.”

“That’s not funny,” you roll your eyes, going back to hanging your clothes up.

“It’s not a joke.”

You stare at Alec, “What the hell are you talking about?”

“It’s done.”

“What’s done?”

“I think its best we don’t see each other from here on after.”

“Alec,” you pull him back by his arm but he rips it out of your grasp, “I don’t want to see you again.” 

“Alec?” Lydia hisses and Alec snaps out of his thoughts, clearing his throat.

“I’ll ask again – Do you Lydia, take Alec to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

 “I do,” she smiles nervously, her eyes on Alec.

“Alec, do you take Lydia to be-“

He doesn’t,” Jace interrupts, “Not yet, anyway,” he grumbles, pulling Alec aside.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“You need to go to the infirmary.”Alec’s eyes widen, “What’s going on?”

“Y/N has some internal bleeding – something about the glass travelling through her blood stream or something – I don’t know. But you need to go see her, Alec, while you can.”

Alec doesn’t hesitate for even a moment, bounding down the aisle as everyone’s stares and whispers turn to a blur. As he reaches the door to your room he hesitates, his hand on the handle. Your screams can be heard echoing down the halls but they momentarily subside as Alec takes a seat beside you.

You suck in a breath, wincing.“Y/N…” his eyes well up as he moves hair away from your forehead, “I’m – I’m so sorry,” he cries, burying his face by your side.

You run your fingers through his hair, before letting out a cry of pain.

“We have to sedate her,” the doctor states, pushing Alec out of the way. He presses his back against the wall, his breathing heavy.“What’s going to happen to her?”

“We have to take her into surgery. After that, only time will tell.”
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“Hey, you’re awake,” Isabelle squeals and you grimace as she wraps her arms around you, “Sorry,” she laughs, pulling away.

“You really scared us,” Clary sighs and Jace nods in agreement before he notices your eyes wandering.

“You’re looking for Alec.”

You slowly nod and Jace looks at the floor, “He went through with the wedding.”

Your throat closes up at his words and you force a smile, “Oh.”

“He’s in his room if you want to see him,” Isabelle states, her eyebrows furrowed together as she stares at Jace, “Doc says you can walk.”

You nod, slowly pulling yourself out of bed and Clary steadies you, a grin on her face.

“You’re creeping me out,” you stammer, staring at all of them as they stare back at you in amusement, “Did you take some of the stuff they put me on?” you ask and they all grumble, their expressions dropping.

You slowly walk towards Alec’s room, one hand on the wall for support. You hesitate outside his room before knocking, “Its y/n,” you call out, straining.

There’s no answer and you slowly turn the knob, pushing it open but the room is empty. You slowly make your way back to your room, pushing the door open and screaming as Alec jumps out from behind it.

“Y/N!”

“EUGHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” you scream in surprise before putting your hand over your chest, stumbling backwards and clutching your side in pain as you land on the floor.

Alec’s eyes widen in concern as he pulls you up, his hands on either side of your face and examining you. Your eyes wander around the room.

“Alec, what is all this?” you whisper in amazement as you look at the room which was filled with yellow roses, yellow balloons and even a life size yellow teddy bear.

Your face drops, “Guess Lydia’s favourite colour is yellow too, huh?” you mumble, “Though, it’s not like I died, how did they manage to kick me out of my room so quickly?” you grumble, letting your fingers trace over the petals of the flowers.

Alec looks at you in confusion, “W-hat? No, these are for you…”

You stare at him in confusion, “For me?”

He slips his hand into yours, “I thought I was going to lose you…” he traces a fingers down your cheek, delicately tracing your lips, “Look at you,” he whispers before pulling you into his chest.

You stay there for a moment before pulling away, “Alec…”

“I love you,” he whispers, “It’s always been you and it will always be you.”

“Alec,” you smile crookedly, sniffling as tears trail down your cheeks, “I love you, but we can’t change what’s already happened.”

“No one told you?”

“Told me what?”

“Nothing – Nothing happened,” he states and you choke, “W-WHAT?!”

“Nothing happened. No marriage, not even a kiss.”

“J-Jace said you went through with it.”

“My bad!” you hear Jace call out from down the hall, a smirk evident even in his voice.

You shake your head laughing, “I’m so embarrassed,” you chuckle, wiping away at your eyes with your sleeves.

“Now you know I still love your idiot ass – I should’ve made you work harder,” you sigh, “Should’ve punished you a little.”

“Trust me, you couldn’t have punished me more than the way I felt watching you in surgery.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead, “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he whispers continuously, peppering kisses all over your face before he returns to your lips.

“Let’s go away for a while,” he suggests, “How does France sound?”

“It sounds far away and time consuming.”

“So, perfect for us then,” Alec grins.

“Where’s Alec and what have you done with him?” you scoff.

“What would you say if I told you I have two honeymoon tickets to Paris?”

“That’s sad… and so, so wrong,” you giggle.

“But, this-“ he wraps his arms around your waist, “This is right.”

“Then I’d say ‘Fuck yeah let’s hook up on top of the Eiffel Tower’.”

Alec blushes, “My mum is in the next room,” he mumbles, his cheeks a bright shade of red.

“Well, I hope she has earplugs so she doesn’t hear us doing this,” you laugh, pulling your shirt over your head as you pull Alec onto your lips.

A/N: make sure you check out my new jace imagine here and my first ‘the 100′ imagine with john murphy here!

Tell Me That You Love Me (Morgan Reilly)

Anonymous said:

Could you maybe, when you have time make a Morgan Rielly imagine based off of Ed Sheerans song How Would You Feel?

Word count: 932

Author’s Note: This song is absolutely beautiful and I had never heard it before I got this request! Link to song 

As usual, feedback is always appreciated!

Originally posted by moriles44


“I’m feeling younger every time that I’m alone with you.”


 You had never been the best at relationships. Your mom said you were stubborn, your friends said that you were scared of commitment and you concluded that you were just meant to be alone. That was before you had met Morgan, though. Morgan showed you how to live again. You, who had always been wise beyond your years, were suddenly allowing Morgan to randomly grab you and piggyback you around the ACC at a moment’s notice. Morgan made even the most mundane things, such as grocery shopping, into an adventure, juggling any and every item he could get his hands on. Whether it be a late night rendezvous at a tiny diner after a long road trip, blanket forts and movie nights or a well-needed puppy petting session at a pet store, Morgan brought out your whimsical side, something that you didn’t know that you had before you met him.

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Director Tada Shunsuke’s KnB: Last Game Interview in Animage May 2017

ETA

Director’s Eye Re: Akashi

“In the TV series where Akashi fought with Kuroko and Seirin, his personality changed from “Boku” to “Ore”. This time, we start out with the “Ore” Akashi, but he decided that he wouldn’t be able to win against Nash that way, so “Boku” Akashi comes out. From the very beginning, we already decided that we wanted to play what we, in the studio call “The Akashi Empire Theme Song” (i.e. KnB Soundtrack Vol. 3: The Emperor of Creation) during that scene. In the actual dubbing, and while it was myself who decided on it, the moment the music played I excitedly went “Boku Akashi kitaaa—-!!!” (laughs). I think it was a super cool scene and one with a great tempo. I think the part to look forward to with Akashi is definitely that both Akashis will come out during the match.”

Director’s Eye Re: Nash

“To put it frankly, I didn’t have much planned for Nash before we started recording except for the note that he’s the strongest enemy. However, the acting of Mr. Midorikawa (Hikaru) was so wonderful that I got heavily involved in the film processing and the animation to show Nash more charmingly. I think rather than at first sight…. You’ll be able to tell his superior coolness akin to that of the main characters if you watch it two or three more times. In the end though, Nash is of a standing as the enemy of the Vorpal Swords but he’s also an important character who clashes with Akashi, the playmaker. Also, the new music created for the movie was primarily created around/for Nash and the others so when you hear the music being played, you kind of feel the fear that Nash is out to get the Vorpal Swords again. Music-wise, I feel pretty accomplished.”


YEEEEEEEE. I came here for the Nash vs. Akashi and stayed for the interview. IDK, it’s always so interesting to read how the staff and cast feel about the characters and how they felt while creating the movie because god did the movie give me feels. 

It’s funny though because Director Tada is obsessed with Nash vs. Akashi (AHH it was great) and he said that we’ll get to read about that more in the cast comment give-away for the 7th week of the movie. I’m excited! Though I will go out of country on May…. I may be able to watch it one or two more times before leaving (;w; ). 

BTW, I love the spread with both of their “4” being visible on purpose. The black and white differentiation and the demon king vs the emperor… (*A* )

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Type-Moon MC Guide 2015 (Part 3)

Last time we had the special titles, now we have the most awaited MCs of Type-Moon’s most popular franchise: Fate!

Meet the main contenders of the Holy Grail War in all the different Nasuverse universes:

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Fate/Stay Night (All 3 Routes):

Protagonist: Shirou Emiya

Deuteragonist: Rin Tohsaka (relegated to a tritagonist in the other routes outside hers, but overall, she’s this)

Heroines: Saber (Fate), Rin Tohsaka (Unlimited Blade Works) and Sakura Matou (Heaven’s Feel)

The bulk of Fate Stay Night’s plot relies heavily on protagonist Shirou’s conflict with his ideals, his relationships with the three main heroines, and his dream of one day becoming a hero of justice or an ideal hero to everyone. While you have the power to influence Shirou’s decisions, namely which route to pick among the three and which girl he should pursue, or better yet, how not to land in a Bad End (unless you want to see all those wacky Tiger Dojo antics, which you can only watch if you deliberately get Bad Ends - we all know you do -), most of the decisions in the VN are heavily reliant on you acting like Shirou and not as yourself, which is proof that Shirou is not your average run in the mill vanilla self-insert MCs in VNs nowadays (trust me, some of the “rational” choices there in the game are guaranteed to net you Bad Ends). Regardless of what anyone thinks of him as a character, it’s generally agreed that Shirou is one of the, if not the most complex MC in VN history.

On the other hand, while we all know that Shirou is the overall narrator and main character of the popular VN Fate/Stay Night, since it centers on his growth in different ways in all three routes (UBW being my favorite overall), Rin is the second most important character in the whole VN and I’m saying this not because I’m biased towards her, but because compared to Sakura and Saber, whose roles may be minimal outside their routes, Rin’s importance in all three routes never diminishes, regardless of her not being the main heroine of Fate and HF. There’s also the fact that her development heavily mirrors and runs parallel to Shirou’s in the entire VN, developing alongside him even outside UBW, and that she’s the narrator and MC in both the Prologue and the Epilogue of the game. She gets to narrate several times in UBW too. Love interest in the route or not, she’s definitely the main heroine here, even if Saber’s the poster girl for the series (Dang you Takeuuuuchiiiii!!!). 


By the way, they’re also the selectable main characters in the FHA mini-game Capsule Servant, so there.


Them aside, Saber gets the bulk of the focus in the Fate route, relegating Shirou’s MC status to that of a supporting protagonist (he’s still the main POV, but doesn’t quite have the hand on the plot compared to the next two routes), while Sakura is the main love interest in Heaven’s Feel, as the “princess” Shirou has to rescue amid the gray morality he faces there and the dark machinations behind the HGW.


In Fate/ Unlimited Codes, literally everyone in FSN (except Kuzuki for some reason tbh) is the protagonist, unlike Melty Blood since FUC is an alternate retelling of FSN in each of the characters’ POV.

Fate/Prototype and Fragments of Silver and Blue (prequel):

Protagonist: Ayaka Sajyou (Fate/Prototype) and Manaka Sajyou (Fragments of Silver and Blue prequel series)

Before Shirou, Rin and gender-flipped King Arthur existed, there was the shy but strong-willed Ayaka Sajyou and her Servant, the actual male King Arthur, Saber. Being Rin, Shirou, and Sakura’s prototype (being the main character with a penchant for attracting people of the opposite gender without really trying, she’s Shirou. Backstory, magical potential, relationship with her Servant, and personality-wise, she’s a fusion between Rin and Sakura), it would’ve been interesting to see if Nasu actually went through with this project before FSN. Would’ve been fun, I guess.


Then there was her crazy older sister, Manaka Sajyou, who is the main villain of the main series and the villain protagonist of Prototype’s prequel novel, Fragments of Silver and Blue, who serves as Ayaka’s Saber’s original Master there. If you gotta ask who she was prototype of in FSN, I’d say she’s a mix between FSN!Illya (inability to grow, plus her sweet childishness and sociopathic personality but without her heroic and sympathetic traits), Dark Sakura (her scary, psychopathic personality, insanity, and her connection to the Greater Grail. Unlike D!Sakura though, Manaka was already purposely and intentionally evil from the start whereas prior to darkening and after a series of breaking, Sakura was corrupted whereas Manaka didn’t need to be). If the novel’s anything, Manaka, powerlevel-wise, is, according to Nasu, omnipotence in human form. Poor Ayaka has a lot of problems in store for her.

Fate/Kaleid Liner Prisma Illya:

Protagonist: Illyasviel von Einzbern

Deuteragonist: Miyu Edelfelt

It’s a world where Illya gets to finally live a happy, normal (well, not for long) life in contrast to her FSN counterpart whose life was anything but unicorns and rainbows, what more could you ask for? 


Because their backgrounds are staunchly different from one another, the Illya in this verse is much more relaxed (well, if you don’t count her exasperation sometimes to her friends’ hijinks), is happier (yay!), is actually a regular (by a certain definition) kid instead of the experimented homunculus we all love, and is much, much more genuinely heroic than FSN!Illya, who is more than happy to give you one horrific Bad End to the next (she is heroic though, but is much more sociopathic than Prisma!Illya). She’s also a Magical Girl here, so yay!.


As for Miyu, she makes an awesome foil to this verse’s Illya and their relationship as friends is really sweet. Without spoiling much of the plot, let’s just say that Miyu here is the Fate! equivalent to PMMM’s Homura Akemi with a dash of Fate from Nanoha mixed into her. In the Fate ‘verse? She’s basically Sakura backstory-wise while she has bits of Alice’s (from Mahoyo) personality down.

Fate/Zero:

Protagonist: Kiritsugu Emiya

Deuteragonist: Kirei Kotomine

Tritagonist: Waver Velvet

(All three are at the center)

In this story, we get to see how big of a contrast Kiritsugu was to Shirou back before the events of FSN happened as an ally of justice despite having nearly the same dreams and ideals with each other, and wow, what a difference it is (if you don’t count the Mind of Steel Bad End in HF and his other, possible future self that is *wink wink*)! Fate Zero shows us the inevitable tragic outcome of events that led to Kiritsugu’s ideals betraying him and ultimately destroying him by the end of Zero’s HGW and before the very start of FSN’s story.


Kirei gets to be the main antagonist and deut as well for being in direct opposition to Kiritsugu and the role his growth plays in the story (oh, you get to see how Team Yuetsu’s formed too). From passive foe with deep-seated issues he himself can’t even comprehend, to ironically a conscientious, sociopathic villain who takes glee in seeing people suffer before him, Kirei’s actions and machinations throughout the entire plot move the story along while building up a climactic climax and destined clash between him and Kiritsugu.


And finally, Waver’s character development here serves to give us the more traditional and heroic coming of age story in contrast to his fellow MCs above who followed a more nominally heroic, and in Kirei’s case, descent into villainy route. The story puts in a lot of focus on his relationship with his Rider too, and I’m glad they did ‘cause they delivered their development well. Oh, and he pops up in the epilogue of the 2015 UBW anime too as a special cameo.

Fate/Extra and Fate/Extra CCC

Protagonist: Hakuno(M)/ Hakunon(F) Kishinami

Deuteragonist: The Servant of the player’s choice: Saber (Nero), Archer (EMIYA), Caster (Tamamo no Mae) and in CCC, Gilgamesh

Compared to most silent MCs in their position, the Kishinamis of your choice have an actual personality and you don’t have to fill in the blanks yourself to imagine what they’re like, even though you don’t get to hear or see them speak in the entirety of your playthrough (you do get to see what goes on in their heads at least). 


As for the Servants, well, let’s just say that their backgrounds and relationships with Hakunon/ Hakuno are of equal importance to the game’s plot.

Fate/Hollow Ataraxia:

Protagonist: Bazett Fraga Mcremitz and Servant Avenger (Angra Mainyu)

Heroine: Caren Ortensia

Putting aside the SOL scenarios in FHA which focus more on the FSN crew having fun, we have the main plot of Bazett, an Enforcer from Mage’s Association who wakes up under strange circumstances with no recollection of the events that happened to her prior to the events of the 5th HGW whatsoever. Discovering a mysterious entity known as the Avenger-class Servant, or simply Avenger, who happens to look exactly like a darker version of a certain MC, Bazett finds out that every time she and Avenger die, time would always rewind itself to the first day of the events of FHA, creating a time loop with some deviations in the events that occur each time. In the midst of it all is Caren Ortensia, a mysterious nun who appears in Fuyuki to serve as Kirei’s replacement as both local priest and overseer. Just what is her connection to that fake priest? To find out, play the game, or, watch Carnival Phantasm.

Fate/School Life:

Protagonists: Kane HimuroYukika Saegusa and Kaede Makidera

This comedic 4-koma series follows the lives of the track trio, and tells us what they did while the 5th HGW was taking place in FSN. Hilarity ensues.

Fate/Strange Fake:

Protagonist: Literally all the contenders present, but Gilgamesh and Enkidu get emphasized focus here

Both the novel and the manga have no real set main protagonist in this Fate entry since literally everyone gets the limelight and their own personal chapters with them as the main character, but Gilgamesh and Enkidu’s stories are given the bigger spotlight here, at least in the earliest chapters.

Fate/Apocrypha:

Protagonists: Ruler (Jeanne d’ Arc) and Homunculus (eventually, Sieg)

The events of Apocrypha revolve around the battle between the Red and Black factions, and while the moral alignments between each side would vary, it’d be a bad idea to make any of the members of either team as a central protagonist without any biases on the side they’re on whatsoever. So the best choice for central protagonist/s would be someone from a neutral faction. This is why the Ruler faction, consisting of Ruler herself and the homunculus Sieg, are the main POVs and the main contenders of Apocrypha’s take on the HGW. Seeing the events of a War they’re not supposed to have direct participation in (Ruler’s job as an overseer of the War prohibits her from directly interfering in it unless the Grail is endangered) through their POV is a breath of fresh air.

Fate/Grand Order:

Protagonist/s: Shirouko and Rin-kun, I mean, Gudako and Gudao (Ritsuka Fujimaru for the male protagonist in the First Order anime)

Heroine/Deuteragonist: Mashu Kyrielite

Okay, those aren’t their official names, but that’s what the official 4koma and promotional materials called them so we’re sticking to them alright?


So the mobile game follows their exploits as the new members of the organization Chaldea, and they’re tasked to save the future from its foreseen inevitable end by competing in many different HGWs throughout different timelines. They also have the ability to summon more than one Servant too (that is if Kirei doesn’t spook you, otherwise…). Always faithfully by their side is FGO’s main heroine Mashu Kyrielite, their beloved kouhai who is fused with an unnamed Servant who wields a large and powerful shield in combat, using that Servant’s skills to fight and to protect the protagonist/s in battle.


Welp. That’s everyone folks! Tell me if I’m missing some people or otherwise. Toodles!