i don't think you guys would believe how long it took me to make this

on the new Iron Fist series

So after binge watching a ton of Marvel’s new Iron Fist series, I went onto tumblr, wondering what the fandom was up to now, what with all these new gifs and stuff to make. ‘Maybe I would find some fan art or something’ I thought innocently to myself,

BUT BOY WAS I WRONG

instead, I was greeted with SO MUCH DISCOURSE on how Iron Fist ‘needs a chinese-american actor’ or ‘has terrible dialogue and is slow’.

the best part is when I found out that some of y’all are trying to get this show boycotted like ‘????’

Now as a Chinese-speaking Asian female, living in Asia, with an Asian background and a good know-how of Chinese history, as well as a decent knowledge of comic books, (although I confess I got into the animated series first) I’m here to end the discussion before y’all get your full rage on and start fighting fans of the show like it’s Lord of the Flies up in here

So keep reading if you want to be educated or if you just want to fight me before you know what you’re even talking about

“THE SHOW INSULTS CHINESE CULTURE”

Uhhhh…no? I’ve seen a few episodes and I mean so far there isn’t really anything that screams ‘insult’ or even offensive in the slightest. Besides maybe the fact that they take the beliefs and twist them a little bit but honestly even that ain’t that bad as to what I’ve seen elsewhere.

I’ve read the boycott post and let me say that yea, they dressed him with an eye for Asian elements, but maybe that’s because it’s supposed to be resembling Asian clothing? I mean how is that offensive? Is it the part that it looks Asian? Or that you simply feel that white people that direct these shows should not be using Asian stuff for entertainment? Because I hate to break it to you but it’s still not offensive. Even the dragon tattoo is totally fine because it’s supposed to resemble Asian elements yea but also have y’all read the comics? Because he punched through a dragon and basically took it’s heart. So I mean a dragon tattoo kinda matches the theme.

I mean in the first episode they speak almost flawless Chinese for Pete’s sake! Hell, I was surprised that they even had it in them to have a non-Google translated line. Sure the accent was a little overdoing it cuz not even I have that thick a Chinese accent but I’ll excuse it since he was apparently learning and speaking 15 years. (I speak it maybe a few times a day for like the last 14 years or so only)

So no, the show doesn’t really insult Chinese culture, sure they might be ignorant, but you must understand that after generations of stereotypes and misconceptions that that can’t just go away with one show

“Danny Rand should be played by an Asian guy/be a Chinese-American”

I can’t even begin to tell you my frustration about this.

Y’all do know this show is based on the comics right?

You know, the one with the white guy.

I know Marvel is infamous for not including enough representation in their shows but seriously? This is like the Harry Potter thing all over again with Hermione being black, it’s not that we don’t want representation or anything, but it’s the fact that this hero that us comic fans have come to already love has been replaced. Or at least it feels like it. Like when a movie is made from a book and people go crazy because character XYZ suddenly has different traits or isn’t quite what was described as compared to the book.

Frankly, it sucks.

So even though yes, Marvel should have more Asians in their shows, don’t expect them to completely give the main character a makeover, even if the makeover was supposed to provide representation. And honestly? I don’t want them to change him because I really freaking love Iron Fist, just as he is.

“This show just villainizes Asians”

So you tell me that my race is being made villains because Marvel decided that most of their Asians on their shows are evil ninjas (aka the Hand) and at most there are like 3 sorta good Asians. Oh and I’m sorry, you want more Asian men that are good guys? You want a balance of Asian heroes?

Well I guess that would be kind of hard to fit into the story since, oh, I don’t know, everything happens in the USA?

If you want more Asian characters well then look no further because you do have them. Daisy Johnson from Agents of Shield? What about her extremely brave mom? Or maybe Colleen in Iron Fist? Everyone seems to be blatantly ignoring her badassery and only seeing the part where she’s a sorta love interest.

Facts are, there are Asian characters, you’re really just looking hard enough. I agree wholeheartedly when you say that more Asian men need to be in the Marvel universe that aren’t part of the bad guy team but you gotta say that they are still awesome.

Does anyone even remember the Japanese ninja yakuza guy from Daredevil? Dude got set on fire and STILL came back to kick ass. That’s a plus in my book because even though he’s considered bad, he’s been proven to be cunning, smart, and overall awesome.

“The show has terrible stunts/acting/dialogue/fight scenes”

From here on out it’s mostly just me trying to explain why the directors and writers of the show made decisions in the show to make it what it is, so let’s dive right into it.

  • STUNTS

Actually the stunts weren’t half-bad. If you’ve seen other shows or movies that are heavily reliant on stunts and action, and compare it to this show, they really aren’t that much different. Sure it might seem a little unbelievable sometimes like they’re breaking physics or something, but he already has a glowing fist. I think we’ve crossed the line of believable long ago.

  • ACTING

I have nothing to say about this except that go and take some acting or drama classes before coming and criticizing these awesome men and women who did indeed try their best

  • DIALOGUE

Now I get the dialogue might be a little weird at times and what not, but you must understand that this show was partially written with the Defenders series in mind. So almost everything that was said in the show is meant to lead to something more. Thus, you must take it as a bigger picture. Sorta like how everyone said that Fantastic Beast and Where to Find Them wasn’t as good as they thought it would be, that movie was also meant to lead on to a bigger story so you might want to excuse the weird speech and cryptic lines at times.

  • FIGHT SCENES & ACTION

Okay seriously people, please read the comics. Danny Rand is supposed to be an accidental hero, one that doesn’t want to fight unless he really has zero choice in the matter. So yea, the fight scenes won’t be that interesting, but only because the character in question is more interested in ending the fight than anything.

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So there you have it, my whole slightly angry info-dump on Iron Fist and Marvel’s representation problem in general. If you want to correct me or scold me even then by all means message me or shoot me an ask. But just keep in mind that Marvel can’t make all your problems go away in one show, and please for the love of all that is good read the comics before coming to rant okay?

Masquerade III: The Rules of the Game -- Part 1 (Jungkook x Reader x another BTS member)

One must know the rules of the game, in order to come and play.

!! If you haven’t, please read the first two sagas in this series: MASQUERADE  & Masquerade II !! [There will be spoilers if you read this story first.]

Summary: With Club Masquerade’s original hosts “graduating” one at a time, it’s up to the newcomers to pick up the slack and keep the customers happy. And who better to take the reins than the notorious Red Mask’s prodigy, Jeon Jungkook. But things become a bit difficult when you come into the picture, with your desire to do research on the rules of love and dating through your experience with your host. Will Jungkook be able to satisfy your curiosities… or will someone else?

Jungkook x Reader x BTS member [Read on to find out who >:P] (ft. Jimin & Hoseok)
CEO au, Host au, Cop!Kook au 
Fluff & Smut 

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 (Finale)

A/N: Hey everyone ~ it’s baccckkk! :) That’s all haha blessing your weekend with part 1! Enjoy!

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

           "Crap.“ You exhaled as you pulled over to the side of the road, seeing the blaring lights of red and blue following you. Groaning, you parked your car and leaned your head back into your seat. No longer than a few seconds later, a police officer knocked on your window. Clearing your throat to compose yourself, you rolled your driver’s side window down.

           "Miss. You were going over the speed limit.” The officer stated, pulling out his notepad and hovering his pen over the ticket he was about to give you.

           "It’s hardly ‘over’ the speed limit if it’s 5 over.“ You argued.

           His eyes shot up to you, possibly surprised by your attitude. "You know, normally, this is when women beg me to let them go, not argue with my initial statement.”

           "Well, Officer…“ You leaned over to read his badge closely. ”…Jeon. I don’t think I need to beg if the reason you’re stopping me wasn’t exactly a direct violation in the first place.“

           "Give me your license.” he huffed and you grabbed your wallet to do so. “Alright, Ms. Y/N. Since this seems to be your first transgression, I’ll give you a chance to appeal to me. I’m in a good mood today.”

           You gave him a face of disbelief as he smugly smirked at you.

           "Do you normally harass women while you’re in uniform?“

           His eyes widened and he scoffed. "You know most people would be thankful I’m being lenient. 5 over or more– it’s still over the speed limit on this road. Do you want a ticket or not?”

           "Of course I don’t want a ticket. But what exactly would 'appealing’ to you entail? I have no idea what you find appealing, considering we’re strangers.“ You reasoned nonchalantly.

           That seemed to stump him because he was silent for a few seconds.

           "I don’t know! Be cute or something? Compliment me? That’s what other women do. You could even start crying for all I care.” he listed as he scratched his neck sheepishly.

           Your expression turned into one of disapproval. “And that works?”

           "Well…yeah…“

           "Um okay…” You prepared yourself seriously by taking a deep breath, and then turned to flash him your brightest smile. This was torture for you.

           It was his turn to give you a look of disapproval.

           "No…not appealing.“

           You huffed at his rejection then hurriedly poked your cheeks and batted your lashes, mimicking the way women on TV acted cute. The Officer chuckled and shook his head, clearly more amused than appealed.

           "Sorry. Can’t help you. You have no appeal whatsoever.” he scribbled into his notepad and ripped the ticket. “It won’t add points if you pay the fine.”

           "Are you serious?“ You glared.

           "Oh, quite serious.” he laughed. “Maybe you should try finding other ways to appeal to men.”

           "I have a lot of appeal!“ You argued.

           He snorted. "Sure you do.”

           "You’re terribly rude for an officer of the law.“

           "And you’re terribly unapologetic for someone who’s broken the law.” he chucked the paper inside your car carelessly as he leaned through your window, his face close to yours arrogantly.

           You two stared at each other intently; you, annoyed while his eyes had a glint of mischief and intrigue in them. He was clearly enjoying having the upper hand in this battle of wits.

           Suddenly, a car zoomed by the two of you and you exhaled, pointing at it.

           "That guy was like TWENTY over the speed limit, and you’re not chasing him? Seriously??“

           "I’m currently busy at the moment.” The Officer shrugged, and after a quick glance around your car, he scrunched his face. “You should also clean up your car. Are you trying to run a garbage truck?”

           You chuckled in disbelief. “I’m pretty sure you’re breaking the law of proper etiquette right now, Officer Jeon.”

           "Etiquette goes both ways, Miss Y/N.“ The Officer knocked on your car playfully and began walking away. "Have a wonderful day ~”

           You groaned, irritated.


           "Hey Jungkook! You’re back a little late from your patrol.“

           Jungkook grinned as one of his fellow cops handed him a bottle of water. "I had a speeding incident down the road.”

           "Ooo was it a woman? Did you let them go again?“

           "No!” he huffed. “I actually gave her a ticket this time!”

           "Ohhh~ wow, Jungkook, you’re growing up!“ his fellow officers cooed as they ruffled his hair. "You couldn’t even look at women on your first patrol, and then you let them go out of pure terror and panic if they so much as touched your arm.”

           Jungkook blushed and swatted their arms away from babying him. “I wasn’t in panic!”

           "Oh please, Kook, your eyes were as wide as saucers!“ one of the guys pulled him into a headlock. "And if they started crying, you flailed your arms wildly and called in for back up.”

           Everyone roared with laughter. Jungkook easily pried himself out of the headlock and frowned.

           "That was back then!“

           "Good work, Jungkook. You’re on your way.” One of the senior officers, who just so happened to be female, smiled warmly at him. He stiffened and nodded until she disappeared from the premises.

           His fellow officers snorted at his obviously panicked reaction. He turned and glared at them, but they scrambled to return to their computers, appearing to look busy. None of them wanted to fall victim to Jungkook’s wrath. As much as they hated to admit it, even though he was the youngest officer, he was the most fit, capable, and handsome of them all, passing the physical exam with unprecedented ease.

           "Was the girl you gave a ticket cute?“ One of his closest friends turned and changed the subject.

           Jungkook hummed as he sat down. "Mmm…”

           He chuckled, envisioning how you had tried to act cute before.

           "She wasn’t appealing at all.“  


           "It’s unlike you to be late, Y/N.” Jimin smiled as you finally made it to your cubicle.

           "I’m sorry Mr. Park. I got pulled over by a cop.“ You admitted and he blinked curiously.

           "Why?”

           "He claimed I was speeding when I wasn’t, and I ended up getting a ticket because I didn’t beg for forgiveness.“ You huffed.

           "Oh Y/N.” Jimin patted your head sympathetically. “You need to use your charms, even if they were in the wrong.”

           "I tried but…“ You sulked.

           "But?” Jimin leaned against your desk.

           "He said I had no appeal whatsoever.“ You stated sourly.

           Jimin burst into laughter, causing the other workers to look over at you two.

           "Sorry! Just intern stuff!” he bellowed, easing the other people’s curiosities. “Seriously. You crack me up, Y/N. I’m glad I agreed to having you intern here.”

           Hoseok coughed, appearing beside Jimin. “I believe I was the one that took her under my wing because someone decided they wanted to run away to Daegu for who knows how long and abandoned me!”

           "You won’t leave that alone, Hoseok!“ Jimin snapped.

           You smiled shyly as your bosses bickered in front of you. You were already used to it by now.  

           "Oh Mr. Jung. I had a few questions about the paperwork you had me fill out yesterday.” You knew how to stop their childish banter easily.

           Hoseok brightened immediately since you were seeking his counsel, while Jimin walked away coolly because he didn’t want to be bothered by work-related questions so early in the morning. You giggled. They were easy to figure out.

           You had been working as the company’s intern for a few months already. At first, you were under Mr. Jung since Mr. Park had temporarily been needed at a different branch, but as soon as he returned, they fought over who would be mentoring you. In the end, they settled on you shadowing Mr. Jung in the morning and Mr. Park in the afternoon. And you had no qualms about the dual mentorship. You thoroughly enjoyed learning– the process, the actual gaining of new skills and information, the effective application – so you were grateful that you had two fantastic role models to teach you.

           A lot of your university classmates wanted to strangle you for getting so lucky with your internship. Not only was the company well-known, but so were the CEOs you were under.

           "Mr. Jung.“ You called as he was scribbling corrections on your paperwork.

           "Hm?”

           "Am I unappealing?“ You asked bluntly.

           His eyes widened. "Wh-what?”

           "Someone told me I had no appeal this morning. Do you think I’m lacking in appeal?“

           Hoseok coughed and peeked outside of your cubicle, making sure no one was listening in. He smiled warmly and put his pen down.

           "Y/N. Everyone has different types of appeal. It’s good to learn about other things, which you’re really good at, but it’s better if you learn about yourself first.”

           "Learn about myself?“

           "Yeah, like hmm…hold on.” Hoseok stood up. “Mr. Park, I have a question about your charm.”

           Jimin jumped out of his office with a wide grin. “My charm? Which charm? I have plenty.”

           Hoseok gave you a knowing expression and you chuckled. Jimin skipped towards you two.

           "It’s important to know your strengths and weaknesses, Y/N. As both a business worker and as a person. You should use your strengths as your appeal and work to improve or compensate your weaknesses.“ Hoseok tapped on the paperwork in front of you. "Kind of like how we revise these papers. We keep what’s convincing and edit what’s not. Although you should be careful about being overly appealing.”

           He shot a look at Jimin, who smirked.

           "You have a problem with my overflowing appeal, Mr. Jung?“ Jimin cocked up an eyebrow.

           "It’s good to know you have it, but don’t flaunt it too much.” Hoseok commented to you.

           "But you didn’t answer my question.“ You emphasized.

           "What question?” Jimin questioned.

           "She asked if she was appealing.“ Hoseok blushed as he lay a hand on Jimin’s shoulder. "This is your forte so I’ll leave it to you. I don’t feel comfortable discussing this with my young intern.”

           Jimin shook his head. “Oh Hoseok, so naive. Don’t worry Y/N. You’re definitely appealing! But what Mr. Jung is trying to say is that you have to believe in your appeal before you can go appealing people.”

           "Interesting.“ You hummed.

           "Think of it like your resume for people.” Jimin pointed.

           "Resume for people?“ You repeated, still puzzled.

           "Yeah, you have to know why people like you and play that as your strength. Like me, I know I’m incredibly handsome and friendly, and that’s why people like me. If ever, let’s say, someone accuses me of doing something wrong, I know I could use my looks and sweet words to get out of trouble.”  

           "So… manipulate people?“

           Hoseok snorted and Jimin scratched the back of his head.

           "I guess in blunt terms, yes. But it’s kind of a survival skill.” he chimed. “You need it to survive in the real world.”

           "Survival skill…“ You mumbled, thinking deeply.

           "Y/N, don’t–” Hoseok was about to protest, but Jimin’s hand covered his mouth.

           "I see. It’s quite important for me to learn my own appeal.“ You stated determinedly. "As a matter of survival.”

           "Yes, yes, exactly.“ Jimin nodded fervently.

           "You’re such a jackass.” Hoseok hissed.

           "It’s for her own good.“ Jimin nudged.

           You beamed happily. "Thank you, Mr. Park, Mr. Jung!”

           The two blushed and chuckled, patting your head encouragingly.

           "You two are so weak for the intern.“ Silver appeared beside them with her arms crossed.

           Hoseok flinched and removed his hand from your head, settling beside his girlfriend. On the other hand, Jimin latched onto you and embraced you tightly from behind.

           "It’s cause she’s so cute and clueless about the evils of this world.” he giggled as he nuzzled his face next to yours while you sat there stoically, mulling over his statement instead of his actions.

           Silver rolled up the papers she had on hand and started whacking Jimin with it in between her words.

           "Get-off-her-that-is-in-a-ppro-priate!“

           Jimin cackled and let go of you. "You’re no fun, Silver. She doesn’t mind, right?”

           You shook your head. “I don’t feel anything when it happens so I don’t mind.”

           Hoseok burst into laughter while Jimin clutched his chest, feigning pain at your words.

           Silver smiled at you, amused. “There are only a few women who could say that and honestly mean it, Y/N. You amaze me.”

           "Thank you.“ You bowed gratefully. "Mr. Park told me you had fallen for his charms before too, so I consider this an honorable compliment.”

           Silver lunged at Jimin, but he was quick to evade and hurriedly locked himself inside the safety of his office.

           "PARK JIMIN!“

           "Now, now.” Hoseok grabbed his girlfriend’s arm and whispered. “We’re at work remember? Don’t let him get you riled up like that. Don’t give him the satisfaction.”

           Silver huffed and relaxed at his true statement.

           You watched the two interact curiously. Although they tried to keep it relatively low key at work, everybody knew they were in a relationship. You found them to be a very adorable pair, while Mr. Park and his girlfriend acted more like nagging, close friends whenever you saw them together. But you guessed that every relationship worked differently because regardless of how they treated each other, they all seemed very happy and in love.

           Love, huh?

           You shook your head and turned your attention back to your paperwork, pushing your thoughts to the side for now.  


           Needless to say, you took a different route to work the next day, still feeling a bit sour about the rude cop you had run into. You pushed the speaker button on your car as you spotted Mr. Park’s name light up on your dashboard.

           "Good morning, Mr. Park.“ You greeted.

           "Hey Y/N! Are you on your way to work right now?”

           "Yes.“

           "Have you passed the cafe yet by any chance?”

           "Not yet. Are you running late again today, Mr. Park?“

           Jimin chuckled guiltily. "I might have snoozed my alarms a few times.”

           "I shall pick up your usuals.“ You stated knowingly.

           "You’re the best.”

           "But I don’t think your girlfriend will be very pleased.“

           "Eh, it’s her fault for not sleeping over. I don’t even know why she doesn’t just move in yet.” he grumbled.

           "Mr. Park, please leave your personal matters at home.“

           Jimin laughed. "Get something for yourself too, Y/N. I’ll pay you back later.”

           "Will do.“ You hummed as you signaled to turn into the cafe. "I’m turning into the shop now.”

           "Good. I’ll see you in a bit–ow!“

           You heard clattering on the other side of the line and your lips curled up, slightly amused. You could tell he was rushing around his apartment frantically so he wouldn’t get scolded by Mr. Jung and Silver for being tardy again.

           "See you soon, Mr. Park.”

           You hung up and expertly parked.

           Grabbing your purse, you headed inside the cafe where Mr. Park’s girlfriend worked. There was decent line there today and you checked your watch to see if you had time to wait. But then again, it was Mr. Park’s fault if you were. You technically started work by doing what he had asked you to do.

           Furrowing your brow, you peeked over a few customers’ shoulders to see what the hold-up was. The line never usually moved this slowly, but you couldn’t see who was in the front and taking their time. With a sigh, you settled on not getting irritated about it because there was nothing you could do. You whipped your phone out and began scrolling through your e-mails and messages until it was your turn.

           "Y/N!“ Mr. Park’s girlfriend beamed, welcoming you.

           "Good morning.” You bowed. “I’ll take the usual, if you could please.”

           "Whoa, someone has a usual?“ A familiar voice bellowed beside you and once you turned to see who it belonged to, your expression darkened.

           "Oh?” The cop that had given you a ticket was leaning against the counter, just as surprised as you when you locked eyes. “It’s you!”

           You didn’t bother greeting him and handed Mr. Park’s girlfriend your card to pay. “Can I please get a hot chocolate with that?”

           "Sure thing.“ she smiled as she punched it into the register. "Do you know each other?”

           "No.“ You replied a little too quickly.

           "Yes.” Officer Jeon answered. “Unappealing girl, right?”

           You took a deep exasperated breath and gave him a slight bow of respect, then turned your attention back to signing your receipt.

           "It’ll be out in a bit.“ Mr. Park’s girlfriend glanced at the two of you, clearly amused. "It’s a bit slow because he had to buy all of his unit’s coffee orders.”

           "I see.“ You replied. This was the second time Officer Jeon had been the root of your tardiness. You walked to the other side of the counter, away from where he was, to wait.

           But he had other plans.

           "Don’t tell me you’re still upset about the ticket.” he chuckled as he settled beside you.

           "I don’t like conversing with strangers.“ You stated, hoping he would stop acting like you two were friends.

           "Jungkook.”

           "Bless you.“

           "No.” he giggled. “That’s my name. Y/N, right?”

           "Slightly creepy how you remember that.“

           "I have good memory.” Jungkook shrugged.

           "And do you always talk to people you’ve arrested or given fines to?“ You inquired.

           "Hmm…” he hummed. “…you’d be the first actually.”

           "And why would that be?“

           "Well, we have a mutual friend.” he pointed at Mr. Park’s girlfriend.

           "Does having a mutual friend mean we have to automatically become friends?“ You turned to him, curiously.

           "Well, no.” he scratched the back of his head. “But I mean, it kind of makes you more comfortable to talk to?”

           "Huh.“ You nodded, intrigued, but said nothing further.

           "Are you getting coffee for your co-workers too?”

           "Yeah. Do you usually get coffee at this time on this day?“

           Jungkook shook his head. "It varies. We usually play rock-paper-scissors to determine who buys. I don’t ever lose. But I’m pretty sure they all cheated to take me down.”

           You raised an eyebrow at him.

           "What?“ he blinked.

           "You really think highly of yourself, huh?”

           He flustered, “No! I just…I don’t like losing.”

           You chuckled. “Makes sense.”

           "What’s that supposed to mean?“ he asked defensively.

           "Nothing.” You shrugged lightly.

           "Want another ticket for instigating an officer?“ he threatened.

           "I’ll take you to court for abuse of power.” You stared at him seriously, and he backed off.

           "I was just joking…“ he mumbled.

           You smiled slightly. "I have a question.”

           "Hm?“

           "Show me how you would appeal to me if our roles were reversed yesterday.”

           "That’s not a question.“

           "A demand then.”

           "I have a right to refuse.“

           "But I thought we were friends.” You smirked. “Friends are supposed to help each other, right?”

           Jungkook grumbled, blushing slightly. “There’s too many people here…”

           "Unappealing.“ You clicked your tongue right away and shook your head, disapprovingly.

           "I am not!” he retorted.

           "The appeal isn’t working for me.“ You looked him up and down blankly.

           "Are you kidding me?” he scoffed.

           "I’m quite serious.“ You shrugged.

           Jungkook opened his mouth, probably to spout out another argument, but he was interrupted.

           "Officer Jeon, your order’s up!”

           He glanced at you and you smirked triumphantly. You had won this time. With a groan, he grabbed his orders from the counter. You didn’t miss the way the other customers were clearly eye-ing him like glazed meat, but your observation was cut short when he towered in front of you.

           "I’ll show you next time we meet, Y/N. I’m very appealing.“

           You snorted. "Well, I’ll be the judge of that.”

           He pouted and exited the cafe, visibly ticked off.

           "Y/N, your order’s ready!“

           Smiling to yourself proudly, you left the cafe in high spirits. You paused before heading to your car, to check that everything you ordered was in fact there.

           "One…two, three, four. Perfect.”

           Suddenly, someone passing by bumped into your shoulder without so much as an apology. You glanced up in time to see their profile briefly but they soon became part of the larger crowd heading to the bus stop nearby. You had a bit of a déjà vu in that moment… or was it that you knew that person? You blinked, trying to make out the figure in the crowd curiously. But your phone beeped a few times, bringing you back to reality. Hurriedly, you rushed to your car to make it to work on time.


           As was your usual, you celebrated the weekend with a stroll outside, if the weather permitted it. So today, you found yourself walking down Masquerade Boulevard, a popular place that your friends and co-workers usually frequented. But seeing it with your own eyes, it didn’t look any different than other streets.

           You stopped in front of the section that had “Burlesque Lounge” atop and you peered through the window to see if there was anyone inside. But it was empty.

           "Not open until much later, huh?“ You hummed as you read the times that hung at the entrance.

           Then your eyes wandered over a few doors down, it’s "Open” sign lighting up obnoxiously, catching your attention. Stepping back a bit, you read the name: Club Masquerade.

           "Club?“

           The name sounded familiar. You heard it being tossed around a few times at work, but you had never tuned into the conversation. What was this place?

           Your curiosity led you to push open the door where a bell echoed loudly, signaling your entrance. And immediately, you were greeted.

           "Hello welcome to Club Masquerade, where we make your fantasies come true! How can I help you today?”

           Your eyes widened as you came face-to-face with Mr. Park’s girlfriend. She looked just as surprised for a split second then she pressed her index finger over her lips, telling you to keep quiet.

           "Welcome.“ she grinned as she approached you. "Here.”

           You blinked as she handed you a rather flimsy black mask.

           "We give all first timers a complimentary mask. But most people design their own as a sort of symbol of individuality. It’s required that everyone here wear one to protect their identity and to create a safe space to be one’s self.“

           "Huh.” You were a bit stunned that you had stumbled into such an interesting place, and coincidentally, one where Mr. Park’s girlfriend worked. Obediently, you pulled the mask over your face.

           "Take a look around.“ she urged and you stepped forward, taking in the fantastic design of the venue.

           The outside didn’t do any justice to what was inside. It was almost a replica of a Renaissance hall. A beautiful chandelier, donned with sparkling diamonds, hung at the center. Your eyes wandered to the dark red velvety curtains further back where people were appearing and disappearing. The people, you noticed, were wearing uniquely designed masks. They varied in design, color, size, and shape. Some were simply designed with a few jewels while others had obnoxious feathers protruding from the top.

           "Here’s a pamphlet.” Mr. Park’s girlfriend handed you a brochure.

           "Make our fantasies come true?“ You read the catchphrase questioningly.

           "Mhm.” she giggled then pointed towards a group of men that were crowding around a table. “Those are our hosts. They specialize in different forms of fantasies. Of course everything is anonymous so you don’t have to worry about being recognized, and everyone knows the safe word.”

           You hummed, watching the group of guys surrounding one male in particular. As if seeing who you were staring at, she giggled.

           "The one with the gold mask on is our best Aggressor host.“

           "Aggressor?” You tilted your head curiously.

           "Someone who’s a bit more aggressive and experimental, for the more adventurous customers.“ she winked. "He’s one of the best we have. High in demand.”

           "I’ll show you all. I’ll get her to finish before my time’s up, like Red Mask used to!“ Gold mask stood up and slammed his hand onto the table.

           "Pfft. No one’s been able to do that. You think you can, kid?” Another one pulled him into a headlock playfully.

           "I can! I was close last time. And he taught me himself. Who better than me to follow in his footsteps?“ The man huffed and pried himself out of the headlock easily.

           "Oh boy.” the Receptionist chuckled.

           "I’ll take him.“ You pointed. "The arrogant one.”

           "Really?“ she blinked.

           Your interest was piqued. Was he just bluffing or was he truly knowledgeable? And what exactly were these "fantasies” they were advertising?

           "You said he was one of the best right? And he seems to think he’s the best, so I’m curious.“

           The Receptionist smiled, amused. "Nochu! Come here.”

           All the guys turned their heads at the sound of her commanding voice. Hurriedly, the man in the gold mask strutted over to where you two were.

           "Yes?“

           "This customer requested for the arrogant one.” she chimed.

           The man’s eyes locked towards yours immediately. “The arrogant one? You don’t even know me.”

           "Well, what you were claiming over there was a bit arrogant, don’t you think?“ You retorted.

           He grumbled.

           "Or was she lying about you being one of the best?” You taunted.

           He huffed and gripped at your wrist, roughly pulling you towards him, his face inches from yours. You stared at him, not backing down, because you wanted to test his nerve.

           "I can guarantee you; you’ll get the best service from me.“ he growled.

           You smirked and nodded. "Then I think we have a deal here.”

           Nochu seemed to be searching your eyes for something before he stepped away from you. “Put her down for my first session tomorrow.”

           "Will do, Nochu.“ The Receptionist’s lips curled up and she showed you her planner, pointing at the time slot. "Sessions can run from 30 minutes to an hour, according to your preference. Which would you like to start with?”

           You glanced at Nochu, eye-ing him up and down. He puffed out his chest and tilted his head up confidently.

           "How long do you think you’ll need to please me?“

           He looked appalled at your question while the Receptionist snickered. He approached you again, grabbing your waist and pulling you flush against him. Leaning over, he whispered into your ear.

           "I can please you in 5 minutes… but it seems I have a lot to teach you, so how about you try me for an hour and see if you can handle it?”

           He let go of you, still maintaining his threatening aura, which had you a bit taken aback if you were going to be perfectly honest. In just a few seconds, the man you thought you could tease, the man that was spouting out nonsense at the table, had changed into someone who sounded so authoritative. Seeing your astonishment, he smirked and turned to the Receptionist.

           "She wants me for an hour. We’re going to have lots of fun.“ he chuckled.

           The Receptionist nodded. "Very well. An hour it is then.”

           Nochu winked at you and tapped your cheek, “Prepare yourself.”

           Then before you could think of a witty comeback, he disappeared behind the veil, leaving you wondering about what exactly you had signed up for.


           "What’re you giggling about?“ Jimin raised an eyebrow as his girlfriend waltzed into her own apartment.

           "Something unexpected happened at the Club today.” the Receptionist kissed him on the cheek as he was cooking dinner.

           "What was it?“

           "Mmm…let’s just say your prodigy has a new interesting customer.” she grinned as she began stripping in the middle of the living room.

           "Geez, please don’t turn me on while I’m cooking.“ Jimin shut his eyes and turned away. "I’ll end up eating something else.”

           She giggled and tauntingly hugged him from behind, wearing just her lingerie. “Does seeing me naked still turn you on, my Red Mask?”

           Jimin huffed. “Of course it does. It’d be a problem if it didn’t.”

           She laughed as she unlatched herself and moseyed to her room. “Very true.”

           "Was the new customer hott?“

           "She’s beautiful, but a bit hard-headed.” She called out. “But that’s why it’s going to be fun for Jungkook. He’s only gotten obedient customers so this makes things a bit more interesting.”

           "Ah, I’m so proud of him. My prodigy.“ Jimin smiled fondly. "He’ll overcome this challenge, for sure.”

           "You know he’s trying to break your record.“ The Receptionist came back and sat at the table.

           "Which record?” Jimin snorted. “I’ve had many in my time at Club Masquerade.”

           She rolled her eyes. “You two are peas in a pod. You and Jungkook.”

           "Even if he beats me, I’ll always be able to claim that I did those things first.“

           "Is that why you refused to hand over your red mask?” She snorted.

           "It’s mine!“ Jimin argued. "He could’ve gotten his own red one. That mask is like a part of me.”

           Receptionist rolled her eyes, “I gave him my gold one and he redesigned it.”

           "But that was our memory!“ Jimin whined.

           "Why are you always a brat?” she retorted. “It’s just a mask, and unless you want me going back to those fancy balls, I don’t need it anymore.”

           Jimin paused and walked over to kiss her. “You’re right. You should’ve thrown that mask out ages ago. You don’t ever and should never wear it ever again.”

           She smirked, “I thought so.”

           "How did you get him to take your gold one? He was super adamant about being the next 'Red Mask’.“

           She chuckled, "I told him that that gold mask seduced two hott guys in one fell swoop; one of them being you. That it was far more powerful than your red mask because I seduced you with it. I was passing him the power to surpass you, and he was immediately taken.”

           "What bullshit.“ he snorted.

           "It wasn’t completely bullshit.” She hummed. “You did fall for me when I was wearing that.”

           "I’ll give you that.“ Jimin turned off the stove. "But it was your skill that got me, not that mask.”

           "But now he has his own title.“ She got up to set up the table for them.

           "What is it?”

           "The Golden Host.“ She smiled.

           "Damn.” Jimin hissed. “That’s hella cool. Why didn’t I think of that?”

           "Cause you were so intent on having red because it’s seductive.“ She emphasized.

           "Well it was!” he argued.

           "Just let Jungkook be, babe.“ She laughed. "You created your legacy, so now let him create his.”

           Jimin sighed. “I know, I know. Ugh, this is probably how a parent feels when their kids achieve something they couldn’t.”

           "He hasn’t surpassed you yet. Stop being bitter.“

           "Oh, but he will.” Jimin sat down, placing a plate in front of both of them. “I had to learn everything on my own. I gave him everything on a silver platter. All my rules, all my tricks, everything. I saved him years of experimenting.”

           She grabbed his hand warmly. “But nothing beats the original. He may know what you know, but applying it is different.”

           Jimin smiled thankfully and squeezed her hand in return. “You’re right.”

           "Let’s eat?“

           The two of them began scarfing down their dinner hungrily.

           "Who was the new customer?” Jimin asked after a few bites.

           "Rule #2, sweetie.“ She smirked.

           Jimin sighed. "Stop using that rule on me.”

           "Rule #2: Even if you know the customer’s identity, you can’t ever reveal them. Maintain secrecy.“ She recited.

           "But I’m your boyfriend!” he whined.

           "I protect my customers.“ she grinned cheekily while Jimin huffed. "I’m the Receptionist after all. The keeper of all secrets.”


           In the meanwhile, you had gone out and bought yourself your own sturdier black mask. Usually you would just read a book or watch TV once you got home, but today, you were humming a song to yourself as you designed your mask. You didn’t want it to be over the top, but you also didn’t want it to be plain. After a few hours of contemplation and sketching, you finally decided to throw in a small amount of jewels around the eyes. But the main feature of your mask would be the wing design you were going to attach. You had always had a certain fascination with wings, angel wings to be specific. It was mysterious, unique, symbolic, and elegant, very much like how you wanted to portray yourself. And no one you had seen today at Club Masquerade had such a mask, meaning you would be recognizable and individual. You wanted the wings to become your trademark.  

           You grinned to yourself as you placed the finished product by your bedside, letting it dry. A new learning experience awaited you tomorrow, and you were absolutely thrilled. What exactly did this Club Masquerade and this Nochu have in store for you? You couldn’t wait to find out.


           "Oh shit. Come on.“ Jungkook groaned as he and his partner pulled up at the scene of the accident.

           "Man, our last leg of the shift and we get called in to handle the big accident.” His partner exhaled. “Well, let’s go. The sooner we tackle this, the faster we get to go home for the day.”

           Jungkook exhaled as he glanced at his watch. “Right. Let’s get this cleaned up and settled quickly. I have somewhere to be.”


           In the meanwhile, you had come a few minutes early, not sure whether there was such an etiquette at this type of club, but you figured it wouldn’t hurt to be prompt.

           "Nochu’s not in yet, but let me take you to his usual 'starter’ room.“ Mr. Park’s girlfriend smiled at you apologetically. "He comes from a different job…most of the hosts do, so sometimes —very, very rarely– but it does happen at times…they’re late.”

           "It’s alright.“ You bowed, knowing it wasn’t her fault, and things sometimes did happen beyond anyone’s control.

           "Sorry about this. You’ll definitely get your full hour of service.” she explained before she closed the door, leaving you in an empty room by yourself.

           You stared at the pillow fort that lay in the center of the room curiously.

           "Interesting…“


           "What do you mean you’re going to be late?” The Receptionist hissed. “This isn’t one of your regulars. She’s new!”

           "I’m sorry!“ Jungkook groaned. "I’m dying over here too, but there was a big accident that involved three cars so it’s taking awhile. I really want to show her that I’m not bluffing about my skills, but this shit happened and ugh.”

           "Officer Jeon.“ His partner called him.

           "I have to go. Reschedule her or something please.” He pleaded.

           "She paid for this session, Nochu…but I’ll see what I can do.“

           "You rock, Noona.”

           The Receptionist sighed and hung up. She opened up her planner to scan the schedule for the day, “What can I even do?”

            Suddenly, the front door opened, causing the bell to ring, and her head whipped up eagerly. Immediately, she beamed, relief washing over her.

           "Oh thank goodness you’re here! I need you to do me a BIG favor.“


           You patiently sat inside the pillow fort, which had a sort of canopy lining around it that served as a barrier from the outside world. It made the sea of pillows a bit more secluded, as if you were in your own world, in your bedroom, and not in some public host club.

           Suddenly, the doorknob turned and you perked up. Through the fabric, you saw the silhouette of a man coming in. Tall and lean. Your heart raced as he approached, knowing he was watching your outline just as much as you were observing his. He reached out and pulled the canopy apart slightly, entering as you two kept your eyes on each other. Your eyes traveled down his form knowingly.

           "You’re not the man I had requested.” You commented.

           The man chuckled and bowed, “Well, I can assure you my service will still be of high quality.”

           You hummed as you made room for him by pulling your legs back closer to you. Seeming to understand your closed off body language, he took a seat in front of you and waited for you to say something. You curiously stared at him for a few seconds before saying.

           "Enlighten me then. What exactly is the purpose and the intrigue of such a business as this?“

           The man grinned, "Well why don’t I show you first and then you can tell me if you’ve found an answer?”

           "Is it not something that can be answered with words?“ You questioned.

           "I don’t think words can ever replace experiences.” he replied.

           You smiled. “No, I suppose not.”

           "Then do I have your permission to please you?“ he shifted.

           You nodded, feeling the air thicken immediately at his words.

           "I have to ask.” he whispered as he reached out to touch your face. “This isn’t your first time doing this sort of intimate thing, right?”

           You shook your head. “It isn’t.”

           "Good.“ he traced your cheek, traveling down to your neck, and you felt yourself shiver immediately. "Mind telling me what you’re looking for here?”

           You glanced at his masked face. “Hopefully answers to many questions.”

           You caught his eyes twinkling expressively as he grinned. “Well then let’s hope my body answers some of them for you today.”

           Nodding, you scooted back into the fort of pillows, getting comfortable.

           "Relax.“ he whispered as his fingers continued to roam the outline of your body. "You’re tense.”

           "Sorry, being with a stranger is a bit…“ You tried to think of the word. ”…worrisome?“

           "How so?” he questioned as his hands found your hips, and you felt your body tingling at his mere touch there. Were your hips always so sensitive?

           "Well, I mean you probably see naked women a lot…so it’s a bit embarrassing? I don’t necessarily have the ideal body type.“

           He shook his head. "I think every person’s body is its own unique sculpture.”

           Then one of his hands cupped your face. “Is that the only thing you’re worrying about?”

           "Pretty much.“ You shrugged.

           "I can assure you that I find your body very attractive.”

           You grinned, enjoying the compliment that had spilled from his mouth. “Thanks.”

           He chuckled. “Are you carefree or just open-minded?”

           "Can I attest to being both?“ You smiled.

           His lips curled up. "I’ll go slowly.”

           You nodded as he leaned forward and pressed his lips onto the expanse of your neck. Gently at first, as if worried that you would shove him away and escape, then open-mouthed the next few times. His mouth traveled across your throat, up behind your ear, and your body responded to him by simply melting.

           Slowly, he urged you to lay down; your back hitting the softness of the pillows. You felt like you were enveloped by a cloud; all while feeling hints of paradise as he flicked his tongue out against your neck.You inhaled quickly as your heart lurched forward at the new sensation. He adjusted himself so that his body pressed against yours as he continued to suck on your skin.        Your first time had been hurried and clumsy, not at all like what was depicted in movies–the soft music playing in the background and the slow motion, picturesque love making. But whatever was happening now, with this masked man, you felt like it was close to what you envisioned this act to be– unhurried and breathtaking.

           His hands made sure to touch every part of your body, as if he was cherishing it, as if to let you know that every inch of you was loved. But that was crazy, how could someone you had just met make you feel this way?

           "Don’t think. Just let your body act.“ he breathed onto your skin as he pulled your shirt a little lower from your collar so he could kiss your chest. "You’ll find your answers faster.”

           "Will I?“ you mumbled, a bit more strained than you anticipated your voice to be.

           "Mhm.” he hummed, his lips still attached to your chest; the reverberations shooting through your entire being.

           Then his hand slipped underneath your shirt. Warmth spread throughout your stomach and his hand smoothed across it carefully. You felt your lower half heat up. He was so close to where you were starting to need friction.

           He shifted so that his face was in front of yours. You stared at him as you bit your lip to prevent yourself from panting or crying out, from acting on the way your body was shamefully reacting.

           "Can I kiss you?“ he questioned.

           You nodded, licking your lips a bit since your whole mouth had gone dry ever since he had initially approached you.

           He smiled warmly and captured your lips with his. They were soft and plush, and all you could focus on at that moment was the movement of your mouths against each other. Your mental strings slowly snapped one by one with each second that passed by. He kissed you senselessly until your body moved on its own, grinding up to meet his, surprising even yourself. He grinned as he bit down on your bottom lip.

           "That’s it. Something like this feels better when you just feel.” he hummed as his hand traveled upwards, lifting your shirt up as he cupped your bra.

           You kissed him more aggressively when he squeezed your breast in his large hand. Seeing that you were less tense and more responsive after a few more massages, he slid his hand underneath and you gasped instantaneously. He watched you, his eyes lidded as he rolled your nipple between his fingers. You moaned as you looked back at him pleadingly. You weren’t even sure what you were feeling. Did you want more? Was it awkward? Was it painful? Was it good?

           He brushed his thumb across the sensitive bud again and you sighed, closing your eyes. He was right. It was no use trying to analyze the emotion you were feeling because your body was reacting before your mind registered anything. You cleared your mind as you lunged forward, attacking his mouth with your lips. The way he kissed you served as the best distraction, the best way to calm down your thoughts. He seemed to understand because he welcomed your lips hungrily. And soon enough, his hand traveled lower, to your jeans. He squeezed your thighs and you spread your legs eagerly.

           He broke the kiss and stared at your face, wanting to see your reaction as his finger traced up your thigh and hovered over your core. You gulped as you observed his hand from afar, excitedly and anxiously all at once. Your chest heavily rose and fell as you panted.

           Then, one finger caressed up the center of your jeans and you felt your underwear dampen. Another stroke of his finger, then another as his pace quickened, rubbing you through your jeans. You groaned and threw your head back. The fact that he was watching you intently added to the thrill for some reason. He bit his lip as you moaned when he pressed his finger harder against you.

           His hand left and before you could wonder what happened, it found their way to unbutton your jeans. With a quick look at your expression, he pulled your pants down. You swallowed harshly as you watched him settle between your legs, his breath fanning across your clothed core.

           A thousand worries flitted across your mind in that moment, but they soon dispersed when he edged forward and pressed his lips into your center. You inhaled sharply and arched your back responsively. He kissed you again then flicked his tongue out, making your already damp underwear wetter. You clutched at the pillows that were within your reach, trying not to make any of the noises that were threatening to come out of you.

           "Be as loud as you want, baby. These walls are soundproof. And I sure don’t mind.“ he smiled before dipping his face into you again.

           You groaned and began heaving as he circled the tip of his tongue around. The fabric between you and your dripping core was completely soaked, but it made the sensation feel insanely more pleasurable.

           "Oh my goodness.” You exhaled as his hands glided up your thighs.

           You didn’t think you could be wrecked by a few simple moves. It was almost shameful that a stranger had unraveled you so easily. Was he just that knowledgeable? Was there a universal tactic that made all women go crazy? Or had you been in need of intimacy more than you thought?

           But you never did get to find out more in that point in time, because the buzzer you had come in with, started flashing and vibrating. The masked man unlatched himself from you and kindly handed you your jeans.

           "Sorry our time was so short.“ he apologized.

           You smiled and shook your head, your brain was a little fuzzy with all the sensations you had just experienced.  

           "It’s not your fault. Thank you for filling in.” You sat up.

           He grinned as he offered you his hand to help you stand. “Did I serve to answer some of your questions at least?”

           You chuckled, remembering the arrogant air in which you had greeted him. “I can certainly see the intrigue of this business much clearer now.”

           He bowed playfully. “Well, I shall escort you out when you’re ready.”

           "Oh. Sorry.“ You blushed and hurried to get into your pants, struggling because they were a bit tight. He steadied you by your shoulders so you could shimmy inside them with a shy smile. "Skinny jeans. Heh.”

           "Yeah, I try to avoid them. It’s hard to get around my thighs.“ he bantered.

           You giggled.

           "Shall we?” he gestured to the door and you nodded, letting him walk you out.

           "How did it go?“ the Receptionist greeted you brightly. "Sorry about the switch in host.”

           You shook your head. “Don’t be sorry.”

           Before the Receptionist could ask you anything else, the host interjected.

           "Well, I have to take my leave.“ The man bowed. "I’ll let you two speak freely.”

           "Wait!“ You called as he reached for the doorknob to exit.

           He turned to you questioningly.

           "What should I call you if I want to see you again?”

           He stared at you, a bit surprised that you verbalized the desire of having a second session with him so openly, considering he had just been a substitute to your original choice. But his face softened when he saw your sincerity, and he turned to face you fully.

           "Mon.“ he grinned, his eyes turning into small, crescents of appreciation. "Call me Mon.”

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PART 2 

anonymous asked:

Omfg new cool FFXV writing blog yaaay <3 How about the boyband crushing hard on a female friend but they don't want to ruin the friendship. Or appear to be that guy who is in it for the booty. So they accidentally fess up in a normal conversation and she's stunned. Does she reject them or agree to take it slow? Up to you love <3

Okay so this request got me so excited that I think I’m going to do both outcomes?? like what I’m putting here is her accepting their feelings, but I totally plan to break these boys’ hearts in a separate post. I can’t help it. I gotta do both

Thanks for the wonderful request, anon! Enjoy some nervous chocobros!

(looooong post, guys. strap in)

Noctis:

He didn’t mean to tell you.

He was content with his feelings remaining a secret. He was happy with simply being in your presence, even if you were oblivious to the way his heart raced any time that you were near. If it meant that he could stay with you for a little while longer, he would be just friends for as long as possible.

Then he went and screwed it up, throwing a wrench in his plans with a few simple words.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

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.: how to catch a nerd 1 :.

time to make you thirst for hot nerd! peter 👅 I told nat the only fictional part of homecoming is how no one has a crush on Peter.

can you believe all peter has to do in his movie is mess up that dorky haircut of his and he’d be the hot nerd?

[how to catch a nerd tags] n/a

**dont plagiarize/repost this story**

warnings: a few cuss words

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Your best friend Sera, was very excited about you transferring to Midtown High. Your parents had recently moved to a nice, suburban neighborhood, which now put you closer to Midtown’s district.

To make a long story short, you and Sera were good friends during your elementary and middle school years, but split apart during the start of high school. You went to Hagstrom Academy while she went to Midtown School of Science and Technology. It wasn’t until the start of your sophomore year that you realized that you were going to transfer to Sera’s school after your move, and she was ecstatic to say the least.

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Accidental Kissing

Hi there! I’ve really wanted to start incorporating writing into my blog and this is my first real attempt. I wrote this on my own, and it’s just some phan fluff, but I’d love to write more if you guys want to send prompts or anything like that <3

Summary: Phil has a crush on Dan and during a gaming video Phil might accidentally kiss him.

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone or anything in this writing other than the writing itself

Please don't repost this anywhere or claim it as your own <3

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DEAR EVAN HANSEN LYRIC STARTERS ! 
     feel free to change any pronouns & such & make it more like your muse would say it, if you need to ! <3

“ have you been writing those letters to yourself? ”
“ dear ____, today’s gonna be a good day & here’s why…”
“ can we try to have an optimistic outlook, huh? ”
“ can we buck up just enough to see the world won’t fall apart? ”
“ we’re not giving up before we’ve tried. ”
“ this year, we make a new start. ”
“ perfect. ”
“ i’m proud of you already. ”
“ another stellar conversation for the scrapbook. ”
“ i’m kinda coming up empty. ”
“ does anybody have a map? ”
“ anybody maybe happen to know how the hell to do this? ”
“ i don’t know if you can tell, but this is just me pretending to know. ”
“ i need a clue. ”
“ the scary truth is i’m flying blind. ”
“ i’m making this up as i go. ”
“ you are not missing the first day. ”
“ i already said i’d go tomorrow. ”
“ he doesn’t listen. ”
“ look at him, he’s probably high.”
“ he’s definitely high. ”
“ each days another wrong turn. ”
“ i’ve learned to slam on the brake before i even turn the key. ”
“ give them no reason to stare. ”

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Daddy Niall Series

*bc who doesn’t love Niall with kids


“How did he make holding a baby look that sexy?”

You watched Niall cradle the tiny newborn in his arms, a soft smile caressed your face as an unexpected feeling unfurled in your belly. For a moment you were unsure what exactly the feeling was but if you had to put a finger on it, it felt an awful lot like falling in love.

Your own hand drifted over your swollen belly and rubbed a small circle over the cotton of your maternity shirt. Some family friends had invited you over today to meet their newest addition. With your own small bundle of joy still months away from meeting the world, you jumped at the chance to hold any baby. Your excitement was palpable on the drive over. Niall chuckling at your ramblings over that sweet baby. To say that your maternal instinct had kicked in was an understatement. Now here you were sitting with your eyes glued to your husband, watching him coo at the tiny little girl in his arms and your emotions were a whirlwind.

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queenconsuelabananahammock  asked:

Were Mila and Danny a thing??? I mean I had ~a feeling~ that they may have been at some point but...what's the tea 👀

They weren’t, as said by them plenty of times and the facts one can add.

I’m not much of a RPF fan, so I’m going to try and make this response as clear and informative as I can. But,

  • She was underage for most part of the show. He being 7 years older than her would had been a little bit crazy and honest to god disgusting if they were a thing. Which I don’t believe they were because
  • Both were on relationships by the time the rumor of them being a thing was spread. He has always present as a very monogamous man, liking and having serious and long-term relationships, which he had during the show and after, before marrying Bijou Philips. While Mila was also in a long-term serious relationship with actor Macaulay Culkin.
  • Another thing to add is the fact that both had refer to the other as their brother/sister, which makes sense since he seemed to have bonded with her pretty early during filming.
  • After the show ended, and their relationships too, they didn’t had a reason to hide if they had been together, but to this day they keep saying the same: they never dated, they see each other as brother/sister, it was only a rumor.

IMPORTANT, 24/06/2017: This post is constantly updated. It has gotten to long, so the rest is now under the cut. You can ask me whatever you want about it.

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anonymous asked:

what would each of the chocobros' reaction be to their s/o applying makeup on them in their sleep?

Noctis:

  • He wakes up long after the damage is already done
  • Lopsided winged eyeliner, cherry red lipstick, the works
  • Of course he doesn’t even notice any of it until halfway through the day, when Prompto can’t even look him in the eyes without laughing and you refuse to let him kiss you
  • “What’s going on? Did I do something?”
  • “No Noct you just….. have something…… on your face…….”
  • So he goes to wipe his face and just smears his lipstick right across his cheeks
  • Makes you help him take it off immediately
  • “I can’t believe you let me go in public like this”
  • “I trusted you”
  • “Noct, it was just some makeup”
  • Gladio tells him he was a pretty girl
  • “Damn right I was”
  • “Highness, it was a good shade of red for you. I believe that Y/N truly had your best interests in mind”
  • wtf Ignis you can’t take their side”
  • He vows to never fall asleep near you again
  • You’re sleeping together again within the week

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BTS Reaction To Finding Out You Are Pregnant

Jin: 

Jin met you at a very young age and have been together for a very long time.  You both decided that you guys weren’t get any younger an should start trying to grow your family.  Well about a month after that decision you missed your period.  You took pregnancy test and found out you were pregnant.  You were beyond excited to tell Jin. 

“Hey Jin who do you think should be his/her godfather,”

“Jagi what are you tal- OMG ARE YOU PREGNANT? PLEASE TELL ME YOU ARE PREGNANT!” Jin was very ready to be a father.

Originally posted by jhopefluxo

(I could not find a gif that fit but this one was beautiful so I don't feel that bad)

Namjoon: 

The thought of having kids never crossed your mind. To you guys sex was just sex. So the day you found out you were pregnant you were shocked. As soon as you found out you went straight to Namjoon.

 "Joonie I’m pregnant. What are we gonna do?“

 "We are gonna be the best parents ever obviously. (Y/n) this isn’t exactly how we planned this but I always planned on having kids with you. So why not now? I love you so much.“ 

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

Suga: 

Suga was so focused on his career at the moment that he didn’t want kids just yet.  He knew you were the one it just was not the right time. When you found out you were pregnant you were scared to tell Yoongi because he thought he would be mad. You didn’t want to hinder him from achieving his dream so you decided to do the “only thing” and leave him.

 “Yoongi I’m just gonna say it, im pregnant. I know we weren’t thinking of having kids any time soon and I love you so much and I don’t wanna see your career in danger so I will take the baby and raise it on my own.”

 “(Y/n) no that is the last thing I would possible want. Ya you are right we weren’t thinking of having a kid anytime soon but plans change. And I don’t care if this hurts my career you and our child,” he says while placing his hand lightly on your stomach, “are the two biggest priorities in my life. I love you and I’m not going anywhere.”

Originally posted by jeonsshi

  Jhope: 

  Jhope wanted kids not be you did not. You were also a dancer in the highest point of your career and a child would mean having to take a break for awhile. Jhope understood that and did not force the topic on you. You promised him kids in the very near future but not right now. You have been practicing for a big concert for the last couple months and the tour was about to start. A week before the first show you got the new costumes to try on. Jhope was excited to see you in them and waited or you on the couch to come out. In the bedroom you had trouble zipping the pants and the shirt was tighter than it should be. You come out of the room in tears telling jhope that there is no weigh you put on the much weight. You started a new diet to stay in shape for the tour and practices do much that there was no logical way. Then you had a thought. You could be pregnant. A day later in the doctors office you got your answer. You were pregnant. You were so shocked. You couldn’t believe that you were gonna miss the tour that you practiced so much for. You body was stiff. Jhope helped you from the chair and you began to walk back to the car. On the walk there he pulled you close and whispered, “(Y/n) I know you didn’t want kids just yet but we have one. We are gonna be great at this. I’m gonna be with you through everything. (Y/n) I’m gonna be around so much you are gonna be sick of it. I love you so much and our future child.” 

Originally posted by nnochu


Jimin:

You and Jimin were in love and everyone could see it.  Would you guys be engaged soon? Yes. Were you guys gonna have kids soon? NO.  You just starting a job and career for yourself did not want to rush things.  Jimin was in one of the peals of his career  and found it hard sometimes to make time for you, let alone a id.  Kids were something you both wanted but not now.

You woke up one morning and immediately ran to the toilet to throw up. After cleaning up you quickly rush to the store to pick up a pregnancy test. You fly back into your apartment and rush the sat jimin who was sleeping on the couch and soak the door to the bathroom. A couple minutes later you are sitting in the bathroom floor crying. Your pregnant. How were you gonna tell Jimin? Jimin woke up from his nap and started looking for you. He saw you were in the bathroom and knocked. When you didn’t answer he poked his head in and saw you one the floor. “Jagi what wrong? Please tell me what’s going on.” You just continue to look at the ground so he starts to look around to try to find what caused this. He spots the positive pregnancy test on the counter and he so shocked. He quickly composes himself and hugs you tighter. “(Y/n) my princess please don’t cry. This is great news. Why would I ever be upset about this? We are gonna be the best parents. Now let’s get you up and we can cuddle.“  

Originally posted by jiyoongis


 Taehyung:  

  You and Tae wanted kids Now.  Even though your families, hyungs, and his managers were saying you were both to young you guys did not listen. You found out the day after Tae left for a 3 month tour that you were pregnant. You decided to wait and surprise him with your growing bump when he got home. Three months later Tae comes walking into your apartment to get the best surprise of his life. "Tae you’re home!” You yell as you waddle up to your boyfriend He looks at you shocked and begins to tear up. He kneels down and puts both hands on your stomach. “I’m so happy to see the both of you.” As he places gentle kiss on your tummy then your lips. 

Originally posted by exoticmaknae

(ignore Suga)

Jungkook :

 

Baby Jungkook have his own baby? HAHAHA no.  As a matter of fact you both were not ready to raise a kid.  You have not been feeling right the last couple of weeks so you decided to take a pregnancy test.  You had no doubt in your mind that it would come back negative.  While waiting for the results, Jungkook arrived back home.

“Hey Kooks Im in the bathroom you can come in.  I haven’t been feeling well so im taking a pregnancy test just to be sure.”

while walking into the room, “Ok babe that’s fine.  We should probably go to the doctor tomorrow.  You have been feeling pretty bad for awhile.”  He begins to check his hair in the mirror and he glances down at the test to find a plus sign on it.  “UM Babe what does a plus sign mean?’

You run to go check it, “Omg I’m pregnant.”

It would take a coupe hours in all honesty to have Jungkook process that he was going to be a father.  Once he calmed down he would come into bed and cuddle whispering in to your ear reassurance that you both would be amazing parents.

Originally posted by nnochu

(His reaction as soon as he finds out)

Originally posted by bangtan

(His reaction after he has calm downed)

indigonotes13  asked:

Can you do some langst where Allura and Shiro are mad at Lance, and the team except Hunk and Coran defend him and name off all the things he has done, and maybe a week after they go to a planet that the aliens are really good at reading emotions and they see Lance doing so awesome stuff as the blue paladin and thank him while the whole team is sorry and try to apologise, and you don't have to do it if you don't want to it depends on you

I can try!

I had to change it slightly because I didn’t want to make the team out of character or write them as abusive towards Lance! 

I wrote it so Lance doesn’t hear the full sentence and he thinks that Shiro and Allura hate him. 

I hope you still like it! 

The mission was bound to fail from the moment it started. Each paladin could feel the negative energy as soon as they left the castle to board the Galran ship. Something felt off and they all felt like something would go wrong. They were all right. 

No one could have predicted that the Galra were expecting them. No one could have know that they would be separated. No one could have know who would’ve gotten hurt. 

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Lance willed Blue to go faster he turned around to check on the red paladin bleeding on Blue’s floor. 

Lance could hear the panicked cries of his teams over the coms and heard Allura demanding what happened aboard the ship. 

Lance wanted to respond but he couldn’t get his voice to come out. I need to get Keith into a pod now! Lance looked back at Keith again and felt tears threaten to spill over. 

Lance gripped Blue’s controls tighter. This is all my fault. 

As soon as Lance landed Blue he was met by his entire team and a frantic looking Shiro. 

Lance went to stand and help Shiro move Keith but Shiro pushed him back into his chair. 

“Just sit down.” Shiro grabbed Keith and moved him out of Blue. 

Lance sat in Blue’s chair, am I not needed? Lance couldn’t stop the tears that fell from his eyes. I can’t do anything right. 

Yet what Lance failed to hear was the whole sentence. Shiro’s full sentence was “Just sit down Lance, you’re shaking, you can’t help Keith in your state.” 

After Lance composed himself he made his way down to the medical bay to check on Keith and the rest of the team. 

As soon as Lance entered the med bay he was greeted by everyone. Keith was already put in a pod and everyone had already changed out of their armor. 

Allura looked at Lance she gestured him over and Lance walked towards the princess. 

“Lance where have you been?” Allura spoke her tone harsher than usual. Lance didn’t hear her full sentence and didn’t her how concerned she was. Allura asked “Lance where have you been we’ve been worried sick.” 

Lance slightly curled in on himself “I was in Blue.” 

She gave Lance a sympathetic look which Lance read as a look of disgusted. 

After 20 minutes of sitting in the medical bay Lance left, his legs shaking and his thoughts consuming him. 

If I was just a little faster, Keith would have been safe. He wouldn’t have to be in that pod right now. 

Lance was pulled out of his thoughts by Hunk touching his shoulder. He turned and saw Hnk and Coran both looking very concerned. 

“Hey man are you okay?” Hunk gave Lance a questioning look. 

Lance gave Hunk and Coran a small shrug and Coran pulled Lance in for a hug. 

“My boy don’t worry about Keith he will be fine.” 

Lance nodded and pulled away from Coran. “But Allura and Shiro are mad at me.  I could’ve protected Keith if I was faster.” 

Coran and Hunk gave Lance a confused look. Hunk seemed to be choosing his next words and he looked at his best friend “Lance what do you mean Shiro and Allura ar-” Hunk never got to finish his sentence when Allura called them all up to the bridge. 

Lance bolted to the bridge, he didn’t want Hunk or Coran to be disappointed in him either. 

-

A few weeks after the mission the team was on another mission They had to help a species clear the Galra from their planet. 

After they succeeded in saving the planet and everyone was checked for injuries the aliens threw them a party. 

Lance stayed quiet the majority of the time, he still firmly believed that Allura and Shiro were mad at him. 

The aliens read these vibes off Lance and immediately questioned the Princess and Shiro. 

“Excuse me, I have a question regarding the Blue Paladin.” The alien vaguely gestured towards the boy. 

Shior and Allura both looked at Lance and shared a look of confusion. 

“What do you mean?” Shiro attempted to keep his voice formal and tried not to sound confused. 

The alien gave him a confused looked. “Do you mean you can’t feel it?” 

“Feel what?” Allura questioned. 

“The vibrations? You’re paladin thinks that you two hate him. I can tell by how his vibrations change whenever he looks at you guys.” 

“Why would we hate him?” Shiro looked towards the boy who was staring at the floor. 

“You have to ask him, but I do hope you fix whatever it is. He seems very valuable to the team and I would hate to see you lose him.,” The alien gave a small bow and walked away. 

Allura and Shiro looked at each other a nodded, they needed to solve this problem now. They didn’t want to lose Lance. 

-

A few moments later they managed to get Lance outside where everything was quiet and asked him why he believed that they hated him. 

Lance didn’t say anything at first but he eventually broke down and told them what they “said” to him. 

Allur and Shiro pulled Lance in for a hug and assured him that they didn’t just say those things and that they loved Lance and he was part of the team. 

They spent the rest of the night hugging Lance and making sure he knew how important and valuable he was to them and everyone else. 

I hope you like it!!!!!

Sorry this took so long!!!! And sorry for changing it! 

Thank you <333

Newcomers Pt 24

It had been days since the bombers burned Geeda and still fires ravaged parts of the city but survivors were still being found buried alive under the rubble. Supply’s were dwindling and more and more of the Humans resources being directed to helping those suffering. Riots and protests were feared form the Benemar but to the shock of many there was very little unrest. The Human commanders were surprised by this and when they found out it was because of a young Benemar who was calming the population and directing their anger where it should be. Three more times bombers had tried to strike the city but had to turn back as the Humans increased their air patrols, they were not about to be taken unawares again. Finally Jenkins called a meeting of his commanders.

“How much longer must we wait?” Hopkins complained.

“He has been speaking with Admiral Winston and Captain Kiev for three days, I think we can wait a little longer” Cho counted.

“Well I hope he comes out soon I am really hungry”

“Me too”

“Why are you two here?” Cho said pointing at Hesky and Cathy.

“That’s a good point why are we here?” Cathy asked her husband

“I don’t know I followed him” Hesky pointed at Hopkins.

“Well I was following you” she said

“Why were you following me?”

“I was horny?”

“Guys!” Hopkins shouted “Just, be quiet”

They both saluted but Hesky grabbed his wife’s hip with his tail and pulled her closer.

“Well” Cho started “I don’t mind them being here but what about him” he pointed at someone sitting close by reading.

Cassion looked up from a book he was reading and seemed shocked as if he didn’t notice where he was.

“Oh shit if I’m here that means something needs explaining”

“Just ignore him” Hopkins said dismissively.

“Good idea, if you don’t acknowledge me maybe the readers wont notice I’m here”

Finally the doors to Jenkins office opened and he emerged, they saluted him as he took his place around the table.

“Thank you for coming…and you two as well I guess” he said looking at Cathy and Hesky.

“So do we have a plan?” Hopkins asked.

“After our next resupply, we are to muster our entire force and march on Potellan”

No one spoke, it was one of the two options open to them and they had all thought about which one they would do but now the decision has been made. They will attack in an all or nothing assault.

“I don’t think I need to explain what hangs in the balance here, if we fail to take the city even with Kievs force on world we will not be able to end this war with complete confidence in a positive outcome. But if we take the city, the central power on this planet will fall and all other resistance will fall with it like dominoes”

“But, can we even take the city? I’ve read the reports from out camo troops and I am not certain we have the means, not after that bombing raid” Cho said.

Jenkins nodded and turned to Hesky and Cathy, “You two, what do you think?”

They had read about the city’s defences as that information was not withheld from the soldiers.

“Well..” Hesky started “I could link my hands like this and I can give my wife a boost over the walls, or may be put her in a cannon?”

“Sod that I’m planning on using you as a Human shield” Cathy shouted.

“Guys!” Jenkins shouted “Seriously”

Hesky and Cathy looked at each other “The mood in the soldiers lounges and bars is of impatience, they want to get going and we think we truly can. Use the Link to ask them if you don’t believe me”

The Link was still so new to them that it was easy to forget that they could use it that way, it took Jenkins little more than a few seconds to ask the whole army what they thought and they told him basically what Hesky had. They wanted this over, they had been idle for too long and wanted to get back into the action and bring the High Chiefs down and to justice for ordering the attack on Terra.

“How long till our next resupply?” Cho aksed.

“Three weeks, we have three weeks to prepare ourselves and put Geeda in a better position than it is now” Jenkins replied.

“I have a really bad idea” Cathy said holding her hand up.

“All you ideas are bad” Hesky pointed out.

“Explains why I married you”

“Touché my love”

“This idea?” Jenkins pressed.

“Oh yes, why don’t we leave the city in the care of the Benemar”

“You’re right that is a bad idea” Cho said.

“Hang on” Hopkins said “Explain Cathy”

“Well, if what I know of Benemar culture is true they elect an elder to be a Chief of a city and there are plenty of elders in the city but since we are in control there has been no need for a Chief. What if we allowed them to elect a new Chief of the city”

“What if this new Chief turns on us?” Cho asked.

“Then that would be their decision, but do you think they will?”

“I don't” Hopkins said “But the reason is not because of us”

“The boy?” Jenkins asked

“Not a boy any more, Ceran has become quite the leader and I think he will do well”

“He is not an elder though so he cannot by their laws be elected but if he is present and like he has been doing speaking to the people and appealing to their rational sides” Cathy added.

“See it done, let the people choose a new Chief, let them decide their own fate”

They all left soon after leaving only one person alone in the room sitting a still as they could. Cassion looked around confused “Wait, if there was nothing to explain why the fuck am I here!” he shouted at the ceiling.

(Authors note: Hehehe)

“You bitch!!!”


Ceran spoke to the crowed, so many had now come to hear him speak that his image had to be streamed to the media outlets so that they did not all swarm the gathering area that had been allotted to him. Most of the time he simply would debate others, he would call for those to give their opinion on why the current ways or old ways as he was calling them were the right way. He would then argue and give his own opinion and point out the good and bad in both arguments. He often told stories of how Bento Prime used to be, before the rise of the High Chiefs and how the soil was fertile everywhere and the air was clean. How many of the city states lived together and traded goods without fear of the outlaws that roam the wastelands between them. He did not say they return to living on carriages pulled by animals but switch from simply scavenging the planet for anything useful to instead they work to make it a beautiful world once more. When challenged that they lay down all their weapons he argued that those who wish to continue their peace but often fight those who wish to see it destroyed, there will always be those who cannot or will not see the beauty in life rather the harshness of it. But war should not be the first action but the last resort after all other possibilities had been exhausted.

He had also been approached by the elders who had been nominated to be the Chief of Geeda asking for his support, but he openly refused them all. He simply said “I will not support any for I wish people to make their own decision on who they should vote for”

So they all left him disappointed and more than one cussing under their breathe.


“I’m so proud of you Ceran” his mother said hugging him “You have truly grown into your own man”

“Mother not in front of everyone” he complained but she would not let him go.

He was in the middle of a break from his talks and some were coming to him with questions, these ranged from when should one seek revenge to what profession they should pursue. But one man caught him off guard.

The man bowed low to him.

“You do not need to bow to me please” Ceran said and the man straightened.

“Very well, I wish to introduce to you my daughter, Pewloni”

A young girl emerged from behind him and bowed in the traditional female way.

“I would be honoured if you would consider taking her as your wife”

“My what?”

“I would bare you many children Chieftain” she said her eyes down.

“You would what?”

His mother burst out laughing at her son suddenly becoming uncomfortable.

“I have two daughters who would both make excellent wife's” called another man.

“Wait your turn!” shouted the first and soon he was being pressed by nearly a dozen men to consider their daughters as wife’s.

“QUIET!” he shouted and everyone suddenly froze and went silent. He turned to the first man’s daughter and pointed at her. “What did you call me just now?”

She looked up at him almost frightened “Chieftain, I called you Chieftain”

“Why?”

The men looked at each other.

“Do you not know?” asked the second man.

Suddenly then a group of Human soldiers came in making all heads turn to regard them “There he is” said the leader and they made their way over to him,

“Ceran?”

“Yes?”

“It is my duty to inform you that you as of one hour ago, you were elected by the people to be the new Chieftain of Geeda”

anonymous asked:

Do you think Ned Stark was successful in anything? Your metas heavily emphasize his failures, faults, and shortcomings. Do you think there was anything he was good at other than being viewed as a good man and moral? I don't see many people acknowledging positive aspects of him-other than he loved his family and was relatively a 'good' person, but that seems to be done more to lighten the criticism of him. Why is he so beloved in the book if he was such a fuck up to his family and the North?

Um, should I not criticize him where criticism is due? Or when an issue he did not handle properly is being discussed? I criticize Ned but I do not denounce him. It’s not that I’m heavily emphasizing his faults but there are places where Ned erred, even if it was sympathetic or understandable in some occasions. I’m generally against considering only one aspect of Ned’s personality as an indication of who he is as a whole, be them his virtues or his faults. My analysis of his motivations or his actions in a certain event isn’t a blanket condemnation of the character or any attempt to argue that he is a fuck up or a bad person. Flawed, certainly, but not bad. Far from it actually. The text itself criticizes Ned  because he, like every other character GRRM writes, is not a saint. He is one of the good ones, but he is not an impeccable untouchable paragon of all that’s good and right. He stands out, certainly, since he is sometimes the only person to speak up against some truly vile things (like the fight with Robert over his condoning of Elia and her children’s murder, or the one over Robert’s command to assassinate a pregnant Daenerys, in which he was joined by Barristan Selmy) but, well, Mycah.

I can’t really speak for the entire fandom, neither do I know what tone the conversation around Ned usually takes, but for me, Ned’s merits and morals and successes are explicitly laid all over the text so I don’t usually feel the need to argue for them. This is the guy who is reputed for his honor across all of Westeros, who garnered the epithet of the honorable Ned Stark. Everyone, friend or foe, make a mention of his morals and honor. And it’s not that he is good at “being viewed” as moral, he genuinely is. Ned Stark is the last person who would perform morality or honor. We’re inside the man’s head, we see his thought process, this is his character and his moral code.

The narrative gives us two contrasting ideologies in Tywin Lannister’s and Ned Stark’s to serve as foils to each other, and then goes to bat for Ned’s. It’s a part of a larger body of stories that is meant to make a statement about the importance of upholding values and believing in ideals even when corrupt institutions and individuals ridicule and distort them, or even use them against you. A corrupt system can’t take your ideals away from you, no matter what. Ned’s story falls right in line with this message. His ideals win. His political theory wins. He wins. How can he, then, be considered a failure?

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Jack - Sneaking, wasn’t something he would usually do. Only when his mom refuses to let him out late at night to the skate park. So when he would leave multiple times a week, he knows he’s risking his freedom from being in trouble with his family. Realizing what he’s been doing, especially for someone so special, he found out that he loves you. Both of you were laying down on  the rooftop of a building. “I love sneaking out at night with you. I love watching the stars at night.” You just smiled at Jack, blushing at the romantic moment. As you were staring at the stars, you could feel Jack’s eyes on you. You rolled over onto your side so you were facing him. “What?” you giggled. “You should be staring at the sky, not at me.” “I can’t help it. You’re so beautiful” he responded. “I love you” he sang in a sweet tone as he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

 Zach - He knew you would be at the park. You went there when life was troubling you. As your feet were lightly dangling over the floor and you were slightly swaying on the swing, you heard footsteps and the sound of leaves rustling and crunching. You felt a presence sit on the swing right next to you. Without looking up you knew it was Zach. You sighed standing up, straightening your outfit. You wanted to be alone, away from everyone. Zach just always appeared at the wrong time. Whenever you were at your breaking point with all the drama with your family, you just wanted to run away from it all. You made your way to a nearby bench. Having people see you cry was embarrassing to you. To have someone see you like this. Made you think you were weak. You had your arms folded with your head on top. Again you felt his presence sit right next to you. “Babe, you have to stop pushing me away. I’m not going to leave you alone.” He responded to your actions. A thought ran through your mind. Why wouldn’t you let him help you? He’s doing everything he can. You lifted up your head and placed it on his chest. “I’m sorry” you breathed out, tasting your own tears as it ran down your cheeks. He wrapped his arms around you securely, feeling protected. “I’m always going to be there for you. Remember that.” He grabbed your shoulders so you were sitting upright. You both stared deeply into each other’s eyes. 

“I love you. And I’m not going to let you walk away from me.” You place your hand on his cheek lightly. Leaning in, closing your eyes, you kissed him. Zach kissed back, smiling through it, as he put his hand behind your head for support. You smiled back, thinking in your mind, ‘God I love this boy.’

Corbyn - You stare at the blonde boy through the screen of your phone. It was late at night, but Corbyn said he really needed to talk to you. It was 1 in the morning in Virginia. For Corbyn it had only been 10 at night. He had the lights off but the reflection of the tv shining off his face. You had wondered what the conversation were to be about since he woke you up from your sleep. Later on, you realized the conversation was about how fun tour was for him. Sighing, Corbyn knew that what you guys were talking about was boring you. 

“Hey Y/n, did you know that it takes 22 months for an elephant to deliver it’s baby? That’s almost 2 years!” he said trying to lighten the mood. “Corbyn, what’s this really about? Why’d you wake me up in the middle of the night?” you had asked trying to get some useful information. “I-uh I don’t know. I just missed you. We haven’t talked in about a day!” A smile crept onto your face and your cheeks turned to a light color of crimson. “I missed you too babe” you responded as you took your phone and moved in to a more comfortable position. Being there for Corbyn was like being the cherry to his sundae. You completed him. He knew in the long run you would be there for him.

“Well goodnight, beautiful” he said frowning. “Goodnight Corbyn.” Right before you ended the video chat, you heard him sneak an ‘I love you’ then the sound of beeping meaning the call ended. One part of you was saying to call him back, let him finish. But the other was telling you to just let it be. To just soak up the thought of him being in love with you.

Daniel - You both stood there in the rain. Wearing black clothing and staring at the tiny grave that you and Daniel built for his cat, Isabelle. You grabbed his hand for moral support. Daniel wrapped his fingers tightly, so tight that even the raindrops couldn’t seep through your hands. Daniel wasn’t making any noise, but even through the rain you could tell he was crying. He then placed his forehead and started sobbing loud. You thought your heart could not break any more than it already is. “She was a great cat” he whimpered. “I loved her” he managed to say through shaky breaths. “I know. I know she was.”you said trying to comfort him. “But she’s in a better place now.” you were thinking of anything to say at this point. You hated Daniel like this. Seeing him upset is the saddest thing ever. Who could be so cruel and put him through so much pain? “C’mon let’s go back inside.” When you entered the house, Daniel went straight to his room. You were the only guest, so you went to talk to his parents for awhile. As time went on, Mrs. Seavey had to start working on dinner, so you decided to check on Daniel. When you walked in the room, he was sitting criss-crossed with a pillow on his chest held with his arm and Isabelle’s favorite chew toy. You slowly walk up to him and and sit down. All of the sudden, Daniel let go of the pillow and chew toy and wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer. He placed his head in the crook of your neck and began to lightly sob again. This all took you by surprise, but after you realized what was happening, you quickly hugged him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Y/n I don’t want to lose you too. I love you too much.”

Jonah - You had been woken up to a light, blinding you since your mom opened the curtains. “Wake up! It’s Valentines Day!” your mom squealed as if she was falling in love all over again. You wondered why she was so happy and content. She knew that you were upset about Jonah not being there on this special occasion. Throughout the whole entire day you were stubborn and rude to your family members. “Go away” you grumbled under your bed covers, as you heard a knock on your door. Since the person at your door went away you were trying to take a nap, because you had nothing else to do. As you were drifting asleep, you were rudely awoken by your ringtone. You slid your thumb across your screen and a smiling Jonah popped up. 

“Hey babe! I miss you. I’m sorry I can’t be there for you on Valentines Day, but I promise I’ll make it up to you” he rambled. “It’s okay. I swear. I know you will.” Jonah didn’t believe you were okay, let alone yourself. Why would you be? This was your first Valentines Day with Jonah and you wanted it to be special. “Why don’t you check your front door?” he asked out of the blue. Being confused you took your phone with you as you headed downstairs. Thoughts were racing through your mind, but it had been cut off by a huge box wrapped in pretty paper with a giant red bow on top. You gasped as you looked back at your phone but it shows that the call had ended without you knowing. You walked outside on your porch and opened it.

 Your smile had widened as you pulled the contents out. There were red and white roses bundled together in the shape of a heart. There was a box of chocolate and a huge stuffed teddy bear. As you emptied the box, there was a card at the bottom. ‘Turn around’ so you did. There stood Jonah, leaning against the door frame, hands tucked into his pockets and a gigantic smile on his face. You jumped up running to him with open arms. “Happy Valentines Day, babygirl.” You clutch him harder, surprised he could still breathe. “I love you” you breathed out. “I love you too” he said with a kiss on your head.

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Prompt:
Where Harry has been forced to choose between two of the things that mean the world to him.

He didn’t want to do it.

He really didn’t. But it wasn’t like he had a choice. All he wanted was a good relationship, and he had been fortunate to find a girl that he absolutely adored. Luckily enough, she loved him back just as much, if not more.

Harry knew that she was the best thing that had ever happened to him in his life. He wasn’t ready to let her go, he wasn’t ready to let his happiness slip right out of his hands.

As he entered the house, her sweet aura welcomed him. Her lingering smell made him want to just back down. But he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t risk destroying his best friend’s carrier, even if it meant ending his own happiness.

“Harry, is that you?”

Her soft, velvety voice rang in his ears. He heard small feet running down the stairs, and soon the love of his life came running into his arms. He held her tight, afraid that this could be the last time he would be able to feel her warmth, to feel her tucked into the safe haven of his arms. Oh how he would miss coming home to this. He knew that without her, it would be just a simple house. Her loving presence made it feel like home.
She was home.
His home.

She wasn’t the prettiest girl in the world. No, not even close. She didn’t have the most beautiful eyes, the prettiest smile, the perfect laugh; she wasn’t perfect, but she meant everything to him. Her flaws were what made her so unique, so perfect for him. He knew he could never find love like her again. She was his everything. But the cruel world just wouldn’t let them be together.

Tears blurred his eyes at the thought of losing his wonderful fiancé. The one he ‘oh-so-perfectly’ promised to spend his life with. The one with whom he made all plans to marry, have children, and grow old together.

He remembered when they started dating. She was so shy at first, blushing at every compliment, trying to hide from his intense gaze; he thought it was the most adorable sight he had ever seen.

He knew that she was nervous, but so was he. The both of them felt something about each other that they hadn’t felt with anyone else before. After 2 years of dating, they had become the best of friends. They could talk and talk for hours on end about anything and everything under the sun. They were there for each other in every condition, with warm cuddles and kisses.

He remembered the night he proposed, it was their 2nd anniversary and he had taken her to the place where they had had their first date. He remembered being nervous about asking her, but just looking at her made it better. He remembered the way he professed his love for her, then asked her to be his forever, officially. He remembered how she had jumped in his arms, crying and screaming, “Yes”. It was one of the best nights of their lives.

As strange as it sounded, the both of them had never really had a fight. They had silly little arguments here and there, but nothing too serious. They were both mature and understood other’s feelings. He loved her all the more for that.

But now, all that was about to end.
In just a few minutes, his world was going to come crashing down.

“You don’t seem alright, Harry. Are you okay?”

She asked, her expression showing pure worry and concern as she cupped his face in her petite hands.

“Baby, I-I have to talk to yeh.” he said, using all his strength. He shouldn’t have called her that. He should be trying to break up with her, but that term of endearment had stuck with them throughout their relationship. The first time he called her that, she was lying with her head in his lap, and on hearing the words, she had looked up at him, with her eyes sparkling with happiness. The way she reacted to his words was something that he could never forget.

God knows how difficult it was for him. It was one of the hardest things for him to do, knowing what was coming next.

“Sure. Let’s go inside and sit, yeah?”
she said, worried about what could be bothering her fiancé.
He rarely ever came home in a bad mood. There were some times when he was fed up with his life, or maybe when he had had a bad performance. But this, this was something absolutely new. And she didn’t know what to do. All she wanted was for him to smile that radiant smile of his that made the entire world swoon at his feet.

He reluctantly followed behind her, watching her beauty from behind. Her long hair looked gorgeous as it spread around her shoulders. Her hand holding his, him holding it even tighter as he realized that this could possibly be the last time he’d be able to envelope her small and feminine hands in his.

As they reached the living room and Y/N bent to sit down on the couch, he tugged at her hand, keeping her from sitting down. Worry once again covered her expressions as she looked at her fiancé, his eyes already watered because of what was coming next.

“What’s wrong, Haz?”
she asked, her voice like music to his ears.

Others may think that he was too obsessed, but the truth was that he had just fallen too deep in love. He loved the beauty in front of him with every part of him, and knowing what he was going to do next, broke his heart into a million little pieces.

“Y/N, we-we can’t do this anymore.” he said, his voice merely coming out as a whisper.

Tears immediately sprang to her eyes as she felt her heart stop. It was like the ground slipped away from her feet. The pain she felt almost seemed physical. She could feel her chest hurt. Never in a million years would she have imagined her fiancé to come and say this. He had asked her to marry him after all, every day he told her that he loved her, that she was his world. So where did this come from?

Despite the words leaving his mouth, his eyes showed pure misery and pain, begging her not to believe what he was saying. She was confused, hurt, angry, stunned, but most of all, she was broken. They were so happy together, then why was he suddenly doing this?

Harry tried to hold his tears back, assembling himself before saying:
“Y/N, look, I don’t think we can be together anymo-”

“Harry please! What’s happening to you? You were perfectly alright till yesterday! Why are you doing this to me? To us? We’ll make it work. We’ve made it work for the last two years! You even asked me to marry you! I love you, why are you doing this?” Fawn said, her last words coming out in a whisper, as tears ran down her face, crying heartbreakingly.

And that was all it took for Harry to break down. Right then and there, in her arms. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, promising himself to never let go of the best thing that had ever been his.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. They-they threatened me that they’ll end the contract with the band if I didn’t break it off with you. I couldn’t do it baby, i couldn’t risk the other guys’ career because of me. It killed me to do this to you. But now, I promise that I’ll fight against them.” he was sobbing by the end, his words coming out in a rush, before Y/N wrapped herself around him, her head on his shoulder as she said:

“We’ll fight against them. Against the world, together.
All of the rumours,
All of the fights;
We’ll find a way to make it out alive.”

Harry squeezed her tightly as he thanked God for the perfection in front of him. He couldn’t imagine what he would’ve done if she wasn’t there anymore, he nuzzled his face in her hair, holding onto her with all of his might. Y/N soothingly ran her hands through his hair, a few tears making their way down her face.

“Shhh, it’s alright, I’m here. I love you.”

“I love you too, so, so much.” he cried. “Please don’t leave me pet, ever.”

“I could never leave you, Harry. I love you too much.” Y/N replied.
And there they both stood, in each other’s arms, promising to never leave the other alone. And there was nothing anyone could do to break them apart as they both stood together.

Two against the world, they were the winners.

Their love was the winner.

anonymous asked:

so i just discovered your fic list and oh gawd u don't know how happy i am with this discovery. thank u for this. anyway i just finished reading ur alternate meets canon fic and. i want to roll and jump and. oh my gawd i really wanna know what happened next?? do u have some other headcanons/ideas for this? is it ok with u to divulge them? no pressure if u don't want to though! just really wanted to thank u for it! i adore alternates meeting with canons so it was really a joy to read. thank u!

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Oh anon, thank you <3 I loved the idea for that fic, had plans for it floating in my head for months before the ask got me to write it down. It was going to be this huge epic, like 100k words probably, switching between Derek and alt!Stiles in the canon universe and Stiles trying to make sense of the warped landscape of the alternate world he’d been thrown into. 

Derek’s just standing there in his bedroom doorway, looking softer than Stiles has ever seen him: his hair loose and ungelled, hanging over his forehead.

“Hey Derek,” he says, trying to blink his way back from the visual. “You look…”

“What?” He seems totally lost on what’s making Stiles stare, and after a few seconds Stiles decides not to even try explaining it. You look nice keeps running through his head, but that’s not close enough. It’s not that Derek never looks nice. (Hell, Derek always looks nice, but that’s a whole other issue.) He looks happy sometimes too, and that’s the only other word Stiles can pull up that edges close to accurate. You’re in my bedroom is the third, half-formed option, but that’s happened before too. It’s just something about the combination of those things right now, and the comfortable way he’s standing in the space  –– hands not in his pockets, shoulders not slumping in like he’s offended by the general pressure of someone else’s air –– that’s catching Stiles up. And there’s no way to fit any of that into words.

“You’ve got flour on your shirt,” he says instead, and Derek glances down with a soft laugh. Brushes the powder off so it wafts out in a soft cloud between them. The open smile he’s wearing when he looks up again is enough to make Stiles heart tug with how devastatingly dreamlike this all is.

“I was making breakfast,” he answers, and Stiles blinks. Ok, yeah. So, definitely a dream.

I had an entire timeline listed out for the alternate universe –– how things had all gone differently, in a chain reaction starting with Laura surviving Peter’s attack (link to that scene, if you’re interested) and just cascading outward, through the fracturing of Scott and Stiles’ friendship when a very human Scott was lured into the Argent side of the divide (via his interest in Allison and, ironically, concern for Stiles and the dangers of “vicious werewolves”) and Stiles sided with Laura and Derek. 

“Wait… I still got with Allison, even if I wasn’t…”

“You two are so together it’s disgusting, alright? Apparently she hit a dog with her car and you guys got to know each other at the animal clinic and right after that you two were like, destined. A week in I could see like… wedding bells and white picket fences going on in your head. It was obnoxious and I was thrilled for you, dude. And then all the hunter crap happened.”

How Laura being alive kept Derek from being quite as dark and broken as he was in the first few seasons, how she made the executive decision to bring the Sheriff in early to earn his trust and support against hunters and supernatural threats alike, and how the town more or less broke down into a cold war zone between the werewolf and hunter sides of the conflict.

The tragedy is that somewhere in all that planning and preparation my detailed notes and timeline completely vanished. I have no idea how. Pages of details and alt!character development and plot planning… and all I have left is a page or so of scenes and stray quote segments, and I just don’t remember enough about the details to make it the way it originally would have. I can tell you a few details, though, and maybe throw in a few of the excerpts too.

I know that it still took a long time for Stiles and Derek to come together. Stiles had sided with the werewolves mainly because Laura had come to the Sheriff (and the Sheriff, remembering the fire and the lost kids the Hales had been when he’d told them the news, and appreciating finally being handed answers to all the mysteries that don’t quite add up in this town, agreed to work with them at least to stop Peter… and then the bond just built from there), and because it had been the right thing to do. And Derek wasn’t shattered the way he was in canon season one maybe, but he was still Derek. Laura’s skeptical, snarky, and untrusting little brother, the cynic to her careful optimism. And Stiles is sarcastic and blunt and, in this version of reality, also hurt and bitter from losing his best friend to the enemy, so he wasn’t exactly super open to bonding with one of the reasons Scott wasn’t around anymore. (It was easier to forgive Laura, who was more sympathetic, but Derek’s general if he sided with hunters he’s not worth having around anyway attitude did not help relations early on.) Stiles and Derek butted heads and snarked constantly at first but their alliance against Peter and the hunters, various life-or-death situations, and Laura’s friendship with the Sheriff (especially when he took her on as a deputy), kept them close, and eventually they fell together just like they’re always going to.

Beacon Hills is a constant danger zone, though, because the hunter threat still hasn’t died. Scott reaches out to Stiles from time to time, earnestly believing every Argent lie that wolves are dangerous monsters and that Stiles is going to get himself killed for being with them. But he’s basically a hunter at this point, believes their philosophy because he’s been on the Argents’ side in every showdown, and honestly thinks Stiles and the Sheriff have been seduced by the Hales’ supernatural wiles (Kate has indoctrinated Scott and Allison with a very different version of her history with Derek) and he needs to do whatever he can to save his former best friend from them.

“Scott’s not a werewolf?”

“What?” Stiles starts to laugh, before his brows arch sharply. “Oh my god, you’re serious. No. No, Scott’s practically married in with the Argents; he’d probably kill himself if he got the bite.” Bitterness floods his features; he fights and fails to smooth it away.

And Stiles is wounded and bitter and cuts off any attempt at contact from his old friend because they’ve both chosen their sides, there’s too much bad blood, and thinking about Scott as anything more than the enemy or the creep who’s allied with killers is too painful at this point.

Lydia’s also in with the Argents, from virtue of being Allison’s best friend and having been smart enough to catch on after a couple months that something decidedly supernatural was going on. She’s a very different Lydia, though, having never had her banshee powers awakened (she was never bitten by Alpha!Peter because… well, there was no Alpha!Peter) and is likely still more similar to her pre-Peter-possession self. I had a lot more details about all of the side characters and how they fit into the developing arc, but most of it’s sadly lost now.

Knot because I love you, just because I care

A drabble for @nickillian cos she loves fake!married tropes

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*unbetad,sorry for the awful title 😂


“You know you have to actually lift the glass to your lips to drink the vodka.”

Emma lifted her gaze from the glass of icy spirit and smiled.

“Funnily enough I had heard that before, Jones.”

“And here I was thinking that I had stumbled upon something revelatory.”

He gestured to the seat beside her and she nodded, waiting until he ordered a drink.

It was Tuesday and The Rabbit Hole sports bar was just about as empty as she had ever seen it. She was glad of it - the last thing she needed now was to deal with a bunch of drunks even if she really wanted to get drunk herself.

His order came, alongside another vodka for her, and he paid with a crisp ten pound note before settling into the stool beside her.

“So, Swan, what brings you to Wimbledon’s only American sports bar tonight?”

He grinned, his smile bright despite how tired he looked.

“I could ask you the same,” she replied, nodding at what remained of his business attire - tie askew and shirt sleeves pushed up.

“I asked first,” he quipped, “But since you must know today I got a new job and I thought it appropriate to celebrate.”

“The one at Graham’s company?”

He nodded. “Yep, you are looking at the new deputy marketing manager for Mills Media.”

Emma smiled. She knew how much Killian had wanted a promotion and it just wasn’t happening in his current position. At least someone had good news that day.

“That’s great,” she sighed softly, staring longingly into her vodka, before quickly adding, “My visa renewal was declined today.”

“Declined?”

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  • Ruby: Man, I never thought Weiss would be the jealous type. *Ruby said to Blake as the two walked down the streets of Vale together.* At least not when it came to me and Penny.
  • Blake: In all fairness, despite what Weiss may say, You are her best friend and now that you are spending more time with Penny since you two started dating she feels left out. *Blake pointed out, remembering how Weiss's voice could be heard from Ruby's scroll along the entire café they were at.*
  • Ruby: Whaaaa? I Spread tons of time with Weiss. Sometimes even against my will. *Ruby said before letting out a sigh.* Sigh, I'm kinda envy you and Yang.
  • Blake: Envy us? Why? *Blake asked rising an eyebrow at her young friend.*
  • Ruby: You two never get jealous of others when you hang out with other people. That is so awesome!
  • Blake: Hahaha, Ruby. It's not that impressive. Yang and I just trust eachother and know that we don't have any reasons to become jealous. Though Yang can be a bit overprotect when people can't take no for an answer. *Blake laughing, Smiling a bit with her last statement as Ruby puts her hands together as if she was praying*
  • Ruby: Rest in piece Drunken birdy faunus guy. At least Yang made you fly. Huh? *Ruby suddenly stopped looking across the street.* Oh speaking of my sis. There she is. How is she with though. *Ruby pointed out, squinting her eyes to try to recognize the people she is with.*
  • Blake: *Blake Stopped and followed Ruby's gaze to indeed see her girlfriend sitting at an outside bar with a few people.* Oh yeah. Yang said she be hanging out with some old friends. *She thought to herself as a smile slowly formed on her face at the site of Yang's laughing face before Ruby said something at immediately caught her attention.*
  • Ruby: HAH! That's Ico! Oh my god I haven't seen him in years! *Ruby gasped with a giddy smile.*
  • Blake: Ico? *Blake asked trying to figure out which one of Yang's friends she was talking.*
  • Ruby: *Ruby stared at Blake for a second before lightly palming her forehead.* Oh right. You never met him. *Ruby then pointed to the a the guy with hyena ears and hairstyle talking to Yang making her laugh.* That's Ico. The Hyena Faunus. We used to hang out all the time. He ways told the best joke and is kinda the reason why Yang makes such bad puns.
  • Blake: Ah. I see. I guess we should thank you him for that. *Blake said with a bit of sarcasm, watching The other Faunus lean towards Yang, brushing some of her hair away t whisper something in her ear, surprising Blake that Yang would allow him to do so only to be more surprised and shocked with Yang blushes and laughs harder as she joking shoves him.* They seem... Close. How could you two never mentioned him.
  • Ruby: Oh Well. It's only been like four or three and half years since He and Yang broke up and he moved to Vacuo to Shade Academy. I guess it never came up.
  • Blake: Oh I see. I'm surprise he didn't come to the vi-Wait WHAT!? *Blake began innocently before whipping her head around toward Ruby so fast she could have got whiplash, a shocked expression covering her face.*
  • Ruby: *It was at this moment Ruby knew. She fucked up.* Oh, uh, Yeaaaaah. Yang and Ico... Kinda... dated...
  • Blake: So you mean that guy, *Blake said pointing to Ico, who is laughing patting Yang's lap after Yang told a joke, making the cat faunus grit her teeth.* Is Yang's Ex?
  • Ruby: Uuuuuuuuh... Yes? *Ruby quietly muttered pocking her fingers together.* B-but it was a mutual break up! They weren't even that serious.
  • Blake: Oh... Okay then. As long it wasn't a bad break up and it was seirous. *Blake mutter, feeling ridiculous for feeling worried as she watches Ico place his arm around Yang's shoulder and he leaned over to to tip glasses with the girl next to Yang.* Is he always that clingy though? *she asked with a frown.*
  • Ruby: Oh yeah. At least they are at a bar and have their shirts on. Hehe, Man Dad was piiiiiishit. *Ruby laugh before realizing what she said and tried to stop Blake was her sister's girlfriend quickly marched across the street.* Blake! BLAKE! WAIT!
  • ~~~
  • Yang: HAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh Man, Ico. That was hilarious. Hahahahaha!*Yang laughed as she banged her fist against the bar, Wiping a tear out of her eye.* Hehehe, Oh boy. Seriously though. I can't believe your wife let you do that. *She said hand her ex back his scroll.*
  • Ico: Hehehe, Oh she focken loved it. And it got her rock hard to later at night as you can see. Hahaha. *Ico Smirked looking at the pic of him and his wife on a muddy bike with a very noticeable bulge under Ico's wife bathing suit, taking a swig of his beer.* Mmm, So what about ye, ya sun dragon? Hey you managed to hook a keeper yet?
  • Yang: Oh I hope so. *Yang smiled dreamily.* I'm dating my partner and best friend, Blake. She is the best. She is so beautiful and has the cuuuutest kitty ears. Oh ahhaha And whenever she is annoyed she-
  • Ico: She star looking like at grumpcat.
  • Yang: Yeah... How did you?
  • Ico: Because I think she coming towards us wit yar sis lass. *Ico pointed behind Yang as he took another swig of his beer.*
  • Yang: Huh? Oh Hey BlakMMM? *Yang Yang started to greet after turning to see her girlfriend before she took hold of her cheek and pulled her into a heated passionate kiss, Moaning slightly as Blake's hand ran through her hair to pull her closer to deepen the kiss with her tongue.*
  • Ruby: Ew gross... Hey Ico. *Ruby frowned then smiled to her old friend.*
  • Ico: Wassup Rosey. You got taller. *Ico greeted back giving Ruby a quick hug as they watched Blake make out with Yang.* Yar sis scored big I see.
  • Ruby: Yeah She isn't normally like this.
  • Blake: *It was then Blake pulled away leaving a dazed, panting, blushing, and seemingly fainting Yang to lean against she.* Hello. I'm Blake. Yang's GIRLFRIEND.
  • Ico: Yea. Pleasure to meet ya. I'm Ico. Ya mind teaching me how to do that to me wife? Yar anniversary is coming up and i like to get the same efect on her. *Ico greeted back with a smirk as he pointed to Yang and laughed as Blake started to blush with an embarrassment.*
  • Blake: Your... wife... Oh god.
  • Ruby: Jealous is a funny thing ain't it.
  • Blake: Shut uMM!? *Blake tried to say before Yang pulled her into the same kiss and then lifted her up and headed out the door.*
  • Yang: Ihavetogo.ItwasniceseeyaIco.BYE!
  • Ico: Cheers *He smiled raising his glass before Looking At ruby with a serious look.* Are ya allowed in here?
  • Ruby: Yep and after seeing that I'm going need a drink.
  • Ico: A pint for the young las to wash away the site of har sistor gitting lucky, Please!
Best worst ideas and heat centers

Pairing: Sterek (Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski)

Warnings: Smut

Summary: The undertone of his own scent on top of the alpha stranger hits him. It makes the voice of his wolf go from a loud growl to a low whine. He swallows thickly. Stiles takes a couple of seconds more, adjusting to the idea that now it was too late to change his mind.

Notes: I wrote this for the @stereksummerexchange​ based on the prompts @sunshinexlollipops​ gave them. 

My first smut, my first A/O/B fic and my first exchange ever, so if this sucks you guys know why. You might want to take a seat guys ‘cause IT’S BETA’D - thank you, Cara mía @roseszain


Heat is inconvenient. That’s the first thing that parents and teachers tells you when you get of age. There are hormones that rocket to the sky. A fogging desire to hump everything near you. And of course you can’t forget the loss of rationality that makes you end up presenting for strangers just because your primal side tells you to. Your senses are too sharp; smells make your mouth water. Things start to overwhelm you. Suddenly smells cause your skin itch. Lights and shadows make your ears ring and feel dizzy. And that’s without mentioning how your genitalia reacts. Like clothes and chairs getting drenched. Or your dick pointing to things that you didn’t even know turned you on.

So heat is pretty discomforting.

But it also is pretty unfair. If you’re in luck of being an Alpha, it doesn’t strike you full force. You get the need to mark, to claim. And every little thing ends up being a territorial problem. But you get that every two months. And just under the length of two days. Lucky bastards.

Instead, an Omega heat is baring your throat and pumping out your ass to almost everyone around you. It’s whining because the scent of an alpha hypnotizes your mind. Shuddering because you need fangs over your neck and claws marking your body more than breathing. And the best thing of it all is that it happens every month, and rolls over you full force for four long days or longer. Sometimes even a week. Just peachy.

And yeah, you get time out of school, work, fighting crime under a mask or whatever duty you have with a ticket straight to Jack-Off-Ville. Really wonderful. Who doesn’t want to stay home and play Hand Solo, am I right? But the painful arousal numbing your mind takes away the fun.

There are some solutions that school and goverment are glad to inform new pups getting their first heat each year. Pretty much the usual: stay inside, in a locked room with enough food and water. Have someone you can trust to check up on you once in a while. Sexual toys can be really helpful, but the heat fever may or may not dissapear just with that.

There’s also the option of the social health centers.

Those places are like fucking five star hotels for your heat. As easy and expensive as one would dare to think. You just go, fill some papers with the usual information. Name, age, social security number. What kind of room would you prefer? Are you an alpha or an omega? At what age did you have your first heat? What are your usual symptoms? Are there usually complications? Do you want some specific toys? Would you like a partner? Will you pay with cash or a credit card? Y'know, the usual.

And after all that, you got a nice room that has an unique code to get in. Safe from people in heat running around. And inside you are welcomed with food, water, a private bathroom and lube. Probably more lube than food but hey, you can’t really complain.

And the thing is that there he was. For the first time in his life. Getting the full experience. Fidgeting on the bed. Twisting his hands on the bed sheets. Licking and biting his lips.

Overthinking.

Because that’s exactly what Stiles is best at: overthinking.

He breathes deeply. In for three, out for three. Goosebumps travel across his naked body. It’s not cold nor fear. It’s anticipation. Anxiety. The good kind of anxiety. Or at least that’s what he expects. He sighs, closing his eyes trained at the ceiling.

His mind is starting to get fuzzy at the same time the door to his room opens. He can feel his eyes flare yellow for a couple of seconds even though they’re closed. Instinct kicking in, trying to warn him about an intruder in his den. The undertone of his own scent on top of the alpha stranger hits him. It makes the voice of his wolf go from a loud growl to a low whine. He swallows thickly. Stiles takes a couple of seconds more, adjusting to the idea that now it was too late to change his mind.

“You requested an alpha to knot you?,” says a low voice that sounds like a growl and makes his insides flip. He isn’t sure if it’s because of the heat or the guy actually has the voice of a sex god, but probably at this point it doesn’t matter. He nods slowly, acknowledging with a huff in exchange. “My name is Derek Hale. I have to check that you fully understand the gound rules which are no intimate touching, no foreplay, no feral activities, no marking besides the knot and scenting.”

“Basically a bunch of noes that– fuck,” he isn’t prepared for the sight that welcomes him once he opens his eyes and looks at the door. His voice is from a sex god. Damn, how good it is to be right. And he is going to tap that. Or get tapped by that. Semantics.

The alpha keeps standing awkwardly at the door, dressed in just black briefs and a t-shirt a couple sizes too small that Stiles recognizes as his. There’s muscles bulging under the layer of fabric. Muscles that he wants to lick and bite and do all kinds of things that were already on the not-to-do list. And if the frown that he has is anything to go by, Stiles isn’t being as subtle about it as he thinks.

The silence is getting dense in the room. The alpha - Derek - rakes his eyes all over Stiles’ body, who starts to wriggle, feeling suddenly exposed and utterly horny at the same time. Huh. He prays it’s just a side efect of the heat and not a new kink of his. Stiles averts his eyes to a point over Derek’s shoulder, trying to look more composed that what he feels.

“I’m Stiles Stilinski–”

“What the hell is a Stiles?”

That is a question that he hears quite often and always loves to answer with as much sarcasm as possible. But in this case, a sincere bubble of laughter burst through his throat. He wasn’t expecting it. And by Derek’s face of utter disbelief at that slip up, neither was he. It’s completely priceless. He thinks about how for a moment it doesn’t feel like a medical procedure with a patient but more like two guys alone in a room. More of a cheesy porn scene than a Doctor House rerun. He lets out another laugh, a bit high pitched. Perhaps he isn’t as composed as he wants to believe. He’s slowly going into hysterics. Just peachy.

“Me, I am a Stiles. But don’t worry about it,” he gets up in a sitting position on the bed and watches somewhat amused at how the alpha’s eyes never leave his body. “Shall we start?”

Derek snaps his head up to Stiles’ face. Like some sort of trained puppy. He almost laughs out loud in response, barely containing himself. A bold nod followed by clothes falling to the ground is the last missing piece before Stiles’ brain starts to melt. The pit of his stomach getting fuzzy. He feels like a teenager again, letting his heat take the best of him. Which is his mind. But he couldn’t care less. A greek god is sitting by his side in the bed, ready to knot him. Losing his mind is just a side effect. And he can live with it.

His mouth feels dry for a moment once their eyes locks. Stiles tries to figure out what to call Derek’s eye colour and how is it possible that with the green and the blue there is also grey and gold giving him the same effect as a kaleidoscope. Plumb pink lips swollen and parted from bitting and licking nerviously. Honey brown eyes scanning the alpha up and down like a predator behind heavy lidded eyes. Derek looks away, swallowing hard. And that, my friends, that’s something Stiles is going to have in mind for future reference.

He can feel his throat close and the voice of his wolf growling claim claim claim and mine mine mine over and over. The heat taking over almost completely. This is such a bad idea, he is so sure. He runs a hand down his face, trying to focus. His skin prickling with the need to touch and his gums trying to flash out his fangs, to claim and mark down what clearly isn’t his to do. He balls his hands into fists, trying to ground himself.

“How would you like to proceed?”, Derek’s eyes again lock with his. Stiles feels taken aback because it is almost like if he was about to devour him. You need to keep this proffesional, Stilinski. This time he is the one adverting his eyes away.

“Just… stay there”, said Stiles, his long and lean figure standing up and walking slowly towards Derek. Stiles’ dick is hard and red, a normal response to the heat, but he’s sure it would have happened even without it involved. He’s mesmerized to see that Derek’s is erect and pulsing too. How many times had Derek been professional knotting for him to be so casual about this? Casual and calm but also looking like he would pounce and fuck the shit out of someone at any moment? It makes his insides churn with a bit of jealousy. He’s definetely going insane because of the heat. He swallows hard again in an unsuccessful attempt to avoid thinking, trying to stay calm even with those kaleidoscopic eyes now scrutinizing his face up close. Stiles’ not sure when they got so close or if it was him or Derek the one who took it further. He bites down a moan when the alpha starts scenting his neck with little to none delicacy. He’s going to have beard burn for days. A small whimper escapes from his lips.

Fuck.

Stiles”, a voice hoarse and cracked says. Stiles can feel his knees tremble at how wrecked Derek sounds. Like Stiles was more than just a client. Was it supposed to be like this? Feel so personal? Something pulls inside his chest and makes him want to get on board with the crazy ideas on his mind and forget whatever fucking rules they should follow. Like biting every inch of skin and bruise the rest with kisses until his primal side feels satisfied. Like carving his back with blunt nails and make Derek smell like him for the rest of his life.

Derek let out a soft growl, making his wolf howl, loud completely restless. Insisting to claim this man, to make him his. Persistent to a point in wich it ached, his skin prickling with unstoppable desire. This is definitely one of the worst idea he ever had, but Derek’s already under his skin. It’s too late now. He can’t leave. He can’t stop it. He don’t want it to stop.

With his mind attune to his primal side, it was easy to stop thinking and get going. He wanted to howl out loud. Bracing his hands on Derek’s shoulders, Stiles put his legs around the alpha’s sides. The arousal written all over his face. He can see Derek clawing the matress to keep himself from touching Stiles and that won’t do. Moving his hips a bit for both of them to feel the lust pool down in their groins. Alpha red eyes flashing at the feel of his insides breaching. Stiles gives a mischievous half smile before starting to lower himself on Derek’s shaft; his hole damp, clenching in anticipation, needing to be fucked raw and hard, to take the heat away.

His mind trying to convey if it is something normal, but losing the train of thought at how good it starts to feel. Derek growls low, which makes him huff a small laugh that dies into a moan. He wants to provoke Derek, get under his skin too. If it is the only way he could get him to remember his awkward self, so be it. “You can’t touch, big guy; s'on the ground rules”

Derek growls even louder, which makes Stiles’ insides vibrate. Everything feels amplified, smells stronger. Would Derek’s taste get stronger too? A whine escapes from his lips, thinking about testing it out. He wants to lick, to kiss, to suck and bite.

Great.

Just great.

It was supposed to be something easy to do. That’s what pamphlets said about health centers. Lying liars who lie. It was supposed to be a big “fuck you” to his heat not plain torture. Not literally because he gets to fuck Derek at least. Sort of. Does it counts when you do it all yourself? The torture is the idea of not being able to touch or mark his skin. It’s driving him crazy. The rhythm of Stiles’ movements get quicker each time a new wave of heat crash over him. The frenzy that pushes his mind into wanting to just come and be knotted is another whole new level of mental distress. In Stiles’ perfect scenario, Derek would take things slowly, make Stiles babble and beg to be fucked and marked. He wants to cry his name out like a prayer and leave no place free of the smell of him and come and them together. But they’re being so impersonal that it’s slowly killing him.

Derek leans near to the pulse point on Stiles’ neck, supporting his forehead there. Stiles stills for a moment before resuming the movement of his hips. He tries to think of a loophole to get around the rules. Something. Anything. His eyes close tightly while his mind tries to break the fact of this just being something professional. They’re not patient and a knotting somewhat-doctor. They’re not. But it doesn’t matter how hard he wishes, they are. His heightened senses flooding with Derek’s everything makes Stiles’ insides twist in a mess of angst and deep desire. The one you can’t shake away. The smell and the sound of skin hitting skin. The moans and whimpers. He can’t handle it. Too much out of his control. Stiles wants to know how Derek does it. How does he stays focused and pretend like this is a nice day in the office with a coffee mug in hand? He wants to know and wants to yell at him for it. But before he can say anything, another growl slips out of Derek’s throat as his hips buck up, slamming in to Stiles. Followed quickly by a surprising, growled out “Mine”, making Stiles gasp and completely stop moving.

And he knows.

Stiles knows how fucked up this is but can’t find a fuck to give. The alpha teeth dragging across the sensitive skin of his collar bones. His tongue caressing the places roughly scraped. A constant rumble on his chest making everything inside Stiles’ vibrate with him. He’s clawing Derek’s shoulders and back while Derek’s hands are on Stiles’ hips, clawing back. A combined loud moan fills the room.

This is wrong and he knows he should stop.

But the sudden urge to make Derek fall apart the same way Stiles is and mark him up so he can’t forget he is his. It’s stronger than anything he ever felt before and it clouds his mind from all reasoning. He starts scenting Derek feverishly. Nosing along his neck, licking and nudging his jaw. Only to suddenly claim Derek’s mouth almost painfully. A clash of fangs, teeth and tongue. The movement of their hips stop, allowing their primal side go. Derek is clearly as intensely affected by all of this, touching every little piece of skin he can - running a hand down Stiles’ back, squeezing his ass, scraping his thighs, scratching his happy trail, pinching his nipples. But never his shaft. Just close enough to make Stiles beg for more. When Derek somehow seems satisfied, he sums up the movement of his hips into deep strokes that draw gasps and moans out of Stiles’ mouth. He can feel something inside himself melt. His wolf side’s ecstastic. Mine. Mine. Take. Mark. Bite. Mark. Scent. Give. Scent. Mine. Mine. He’s not sure when he started, but he can hear his own voice babbling the words out. Wrecked to the core.

A small whimper catches his attention and the next thing he knows, Stiles’ is pinned down on the bed with Derek biting down on his shoulder. Hips stuttering, Stiles feels the swelling of the knot forming in him just as both of them are coming. White lines now covering their bare chests. Stiles can feel joy and pride forming in his chest at the scene. Derek is his and he’s Derek’s. A strange purr comes out of him while scenting Derek’s neck, still holding onto him. He can feel the cloud of arousal dissapearing slowly. The calm and the afterglow turning in to sheer panic.

Oh shit.

How high was he on hormones? He can feel Derek tense slightly under his touch. Derek retracts his fangs looking at the bruise on Stiles’ shoulder. He looks at it too and yeah, that’s definitely a mark that’s never going to leave. Neither physically nor emotionally. Stiles’ face blushes, a small smile tugging at his lips. The same bruised, bitten and parted lips after kissing Derek senseless just moments before. They’re both breathing heavingly. And Derek keeps looking at him, probably in the same way that Stiles is. With awe and surprise. And something fond that make him feel all gooey.

He tentatevely takes one of his hands and cups Derek’s face, who nuzzles into it and relaxes completely. Stiles can feel his heart rate increasing and his insides flip. He wants this forever so much. The soft alpha wolf by his side, nuzzling and cuddling. His other hand slowly traces every feature on Derek’s face. From his eyebrow and the crinkles at the side of his eyes, to his lips and the stubble around it. Every little detail that makes him beautiful. Stiles’ is sure the memory of it all will never leave his mind.

“That wasn’t– We shouldn’t–,” he can hear Derek’s voice crack and go soft before he finishes the sentence. Words dying somewhere along the way between reason and feelings. Warm hands caress Stiles’ side slowly. Derek hides his face in the crook of Stiles’ neck and he can’t avoid the delightful smile that appears on his face.

Everything starts to fall in to place. The tugging in his chest. The jealousy. His wolf going nuts. Even how sappy he is feeling right in this moment. It finally makes sense. It wasn’t normal. That literally wasn’t supposed to happen. Not in such a big world, with so many chances. But what exactly in his life was ever normal? The answer is exactly nothing. And there they were. Making theirs a one in a million case.

He laughs out loud, shaking their bodies with it. Derek rumbles still tucked in Stiles’ neck, making Stiles grin. “Don’t be such a sourwolf.”

Unique and awkward but perfect in their own way.

Mates.

This was definetely his best worst idea ever.

blackturtlesofdeath  asked:

as a person whos country has been screwed by the U.S., a dude running around invading countries wearing an american flag would be very uncomfortable, and i wish that cap had understood better how scary he was. yeah, tony was a little too complacent due to his own guilt, but cap was too defensive. it felt like he still thinks hes an underdog, a super sickly guy fighting people bigger than him, people who didnt believe in him, and as if he was still part of an ethnic minority.

2) like i was such a movie cap fan, but he really disapointed me. he was just a little too self-absorbed. idk about tony tho, like his motivations were bc of his guilt, but i thought it was fair. being such a rich man that has caused so much pain, he sort of needs to concede to others a lot, especially the international community. if less powerful nations are scared of you and your group, shouldnt you listen?

I definitely agree with you on the “invading countries” and “still think he’s an underdog” points. I get the sense that Steve does genuinely think he’s still this little, non-threatening guy fighting the big bad bullies. It probably didn’t even occur to him before the Accords that him just showing up with his team out of nowhere, presuming to know best, would be terrifying to people who have seen Americans show up and wreck their countries under the guise of “knowing best,” too. That he could be seen as the bully.

As for being self-absorbed, though, hm. I really think the main issue with the Accords situation (and the issue that sparked this whole Avengers Civil War in general) is the lack of time the team had to consider it and the fact that they didn’t have a representative arguing their side when it was made. Steve and Tony took firm stances because… those were the stances they had to choose from. They couldn’t really discuss compromises because they weren’t going to be allowed to compromise anyway. So Steve came off as looking super arrogant for not wanting to work with the governments, while Tony came off as looking super complacent. Which I feel neither of them really are at heart. It was just that they had to choose between two extremes: sign or don’t sign.

And like. Holy shit, the Accords are sketchy. I got a few anon messages about it and: 

The reason why I side with cap is that if you actually go and read the sokovia accords (which you can they were on agents of shield) they’re fucking ridiculous. They suspend habeus corpus for any enhanced individual, if your powers are innate you have to wear a trakcing bracelet (which is not inconspicuous looking and would most certainly out you) and tons of other BS. If it was me in that situation, there would be no way in hell I’d allow those laws to be imposed on me (part 1)

(part 2) not to mention, iron man’s whole argument is well we want to take responsibility for what happened but no where in the sokovia accords does it talk about where responsibility and blame shall lie, the closest it gets is that now the avengers have to answer to a committee which is also complete BS. A committee wouldn’t allow them to act fast, how are they supposed to respond to threats quickly and efficiently if they have to wait to get the ok??

(part 3) (I’m sorry) The bad guys aren’t gonna call up the avengers in advanced and tell them hey yo we’re gonna invade France tomorrow so make sure you get permission from your parents first so you can come over :). Also, in the accords it states that if you don’t sign, you don’t have permission to use your powers in conflicts and if you violate the accords you get thrown in jail indefinitely (oops part4)

I’M SORRY THIS HAS GOTTEN SO LONG BUT I’M REALLY PASSIONATE. (part 4 I’m sorry) This would mean that, unless the individual signed the accords, some local superhero wouldn’t even be allowed to go save a house from burning down. tl;dr the avengers wouldn’t be able to do shit or move a muscle, no matter how big or small the problem may be, without first having to wait for a committee and committees are too slow

So personally I think the Accords were too dodgy to sign and honestly did not set up a good system, which is why I’m with Steve on his decision to not do so. I wouldn’t give up my rights like that either, and the committee idea is bad, not only because it’s slow but because different nations have different allies and agendas. The US government would probably control the council by virtue of having the most political sway, which is equally as dangerous for less powerful nations, because then America could really order the Avengers to go “running around invading countries,” and the Avengers couldn’t go against their decisions without running the risk of being sent to prison for life.

Foreign policy is just tricky all around. The Avengers should not be allowed to operate in a foreign country unless their presence is requested, but that decision should be up to the affected country’s government, not a potentially biased committee, and the Avengers should be able to decide what missions they take, because they’re people, not weapons. I think Tony and Steve would have reached this conclusion on their own, but then they put out a kill order for Bucky and there was no more time left for debate.