Okay so I might end up making multiple parts for AU settings. This one contains mostly occupational/hobby/setting AU stuff. So unless an AU fic prominently featured a certain element, it’ll go on another list. So there are some College AUs, 2 Soulmate AUs, and maybe a few others.
“This always looks easier in those made for television movies,” Keith tells Blue, who rolls over and out of his lap, chasing her own bits of tinsel.
In It To Win It by Lucy_Claire One of two things was happening right now, either Lance was having a heart attack on of the biggest day of his life, or he had just laid eyes on his Soulmate. _______
Competitive swimmer Lance McClain feels his Timer counting down right when he’s about to jump in the water and finish up his race. He’s faced with two choices in this moment: Continue the race and miss meeting his Soulmate at their fateful time or abandon his life’s work for someone he never met.Lance makes his choice and has to suffer the consequence of never getting back what he missed out on. Or does he?
Swimmers Ocean Eyes by spacezuko Lance himself doesn’t even believe in his own abilities. He is drowning in his own pool of desire to be everything that he claims he is. Everything that he wants to be. Keith wonders if he’s broken Lance because he doesn’t say a word, his eyes filled with something opaque that Keith can’t quite pinpoint the meaning of. Lance’s eyes are a deep blue. Not the typical morning sky blue, but the kind of ocean blue one wants to drown in.
Lance did NOT think this through. Because not a single thing in this universe could’ve prepare him for the sight of Keith in nothing but a red pair of swimming trunks.
Keith has one arm bend behind his head and stretches it with the other. His back arches beautifully, presenting Lance a perfect view of his well-defined torso. At least the last thing Lance sees right before he dies are those ripped abs.
Ice Skating/Hockey On Thin Ice (WIP) by Minadora Once upon a time, two Canadian nerds decided to start a figure skating au about their two space sons and their wonderful misfit friends. Ten pages of headcanons later we finally put electronic pen to electronic paper and created this monstrosity.
This multi-chapter fic chronicles the lives of a hockey player named Keith who gets forcibly enlisted into figure skating lessons by his brother, Shiro, to “work on his footwork”. There he meets a pompous - yet talented - figure skater named Lance and gets swept away by both the sport and the skater.Enjoy the ride because it’s only just started.
Kiss My Ice (WIP) by delictor Lance hasn’t skated in a year since the accident that cost him the Olympics. Keith can’t skate for shit but that doesn’t stop him from catching Lance’s attention, even when he can’t so much as stand up after falling on the ice.
‘When a person really desires something, all the universe conspires to help that person to realize his dream.’
“Soon as we’re off this ice you’re dead.” Keith’s threat is an empty one and he knows Lance can tell by the way he laughs at it. “Serious question though, do you not know who I am?” Lance questions. “Should I?” “No, I guess not.” Lance shrugs. “I’m gonna twirl you, okay?” “No, no don't—wait!” Keith cries out as he’s suddenly viewing the entire arena and his legs go rigid before colliding into Lance’s chest, his chest rising and falling with laughter, hands gripping Keith’s upper arms gently. “Put me back on land.” “Technically, we are on land.” “We’re on frozen water, get me off it.”
Quidditch (Non Hogwarts AU) The Marks We Make (WIP) by wittyy_name Lance McClain constantly dreams of the day he’ll finally meet his mysterious soulmate. They don’t say much, if anything at all, but they leave him with gorgeous paintings temporarily tattooing his skin. It’s not exactly the situation he hoped for, but when he feels the connection between them, he can’t bring himself to resent them. As much as he wishes his soulmate would just talk to him, he’s resigned himself to being patient. In the meantime, he has a loving family and good friends to help him get by.
Keith Kogane dreads the day he’ll finally meet his obnoxious soulmate. He’s just an art student who’s struggling to find his place in the world. There’s so much he hasn’t been able to control in his life, and the thought of having a soulmate, just another thing in his life which he also has no control over yet can’t do anything about, is a little terrifying. So he ignores the words that occasionally appear on his skin. He has other things to focus on: like being a new student at a big university where his childhood friend and step-brother go.
Keith blushed again, looking away with a huff. “Yeah, whatever. He’ll probably be distracted long enough that I can go back to the Castle before he decides I need some surfing lessons.”
Pidge laughed, that kind of cheeky giggle that made Keith and Hunk look over at them with wide eyes. Pidge raised a single eyebrow at Keith, grinning mischievously. “Oh, but you won’t be going back to the Castle any time soon, now will you? Not when Lance is out there, soaking wet, wearing nothing but a pair of swimming trunks.”
Pride Tide by lemoninagin He’d stared up, watched the differing patches of sunlight play the most stunning array of colored patterns across Keith’s pale face as he grinned mischievously over him. Time slowed, his own breathing became laboured and caught in his throat.
“You can teach me, right?” Keith had asked in a shyer voice than usual, brushing the tangled mess of his windswept hair away from his eyes and cocking his head towards the boards.
Save his smile by Queerswimming Keith wants to protect Lance’s smile and finds his answer at the beach. Starring an awkward Keith, Surfer Lance and Hunk playing a giant ice berg.
Lance caresses the wood gently. His eyes turn soft as he speaks. “My big brother taught me how to build a board.” He laughs softly. “I always messed it up though. I wasn’t patient enough to do it right.“ He taps on the wood and looks at Keith with a sad smile that knocks the breath out of Keith lungs.
“Who would have thought that I would build a surf board in space though.”
He laughs at that but Keith can tell that Lance is faking it. He always can.
Roller Derby Like Devo by surveycorpsjean As rival jammers, they’re rough, skating around the rink, giving bruises, bloody noses, broken ribs and snapped fingers-
But when the cops show up, Keith grabs his hand and yanks Lance into the storm drain.
And thats how they start dating.
Streetracing Purple Lamborghini by warschach “I need you to focus on this race. No more hate flirting with Keith as much as I enjoy it. I like winning more.”
He scoffed, “I don’t flirt.”
“Then stop saying you’re going to teach him how to ride.”
“I was talking about driving. Duh,” Lance countered with an attitude mastered purely by Valley girls and entitled customers.
“Yea, Lance it doesn’t come off like that at all. It sounds like you’re gonna fuck him.”
ARTISTS (also including Musicians and Modeling)
Photographer Pretty Boy by MilkTeaMiku (photographer!Keith) A pretty Spanish boy shoves a bouquet of flowers under his nose and tells him to stop and smell the roses, so Keith does.
Roommates by manamune (photographer!Lance, artist!Keith) (13:24) Lance: Thank you!! Love you, Keith!!!
(13:55) Keith: I’m screenshotting that for the next time you deny it.
Sight for Sore Eyes by writewild Photographer!Lance’s deadline for the magazine he works on the side for is coming up really soon, and has to search last-minute photo opportunities soon. One boy catches his eye.
Riptide by songsofthespring (photographer!keith, surfer!Lance) Keith fumbles with the camera around his neck and lines up a shot. The boy coasting down a wave, one hand kissing the water. Keith zooms in as far as his lens will allow him. Droplets frame the boy’s brown skin and cling to his hair and chest. His eyes, little pinpricks of light from this distance, are nevertheless still recognizably as bright as the ocean itself. It looks like he could be dancing when he rides a wave; every part of his lanky frame seems to merge with the board and the ocean beneath him.
Foreign Scenes (WIP) by bwyn Lance has been dreaming of travelling since the first time he heard stories from his family as a child. Now, having finally the time and money to do it, he goes on a trip to Europe to see some of the most culturally rich cities on the continent. Except he keeps bumping into the same guy over and over again, in random cities, doing stupid shit, and ultimately dragging Lance into his trouble, too.
Basically an AU in which Lance and Keith become impromptu travel buddies and get into trouble.
Keith is an art student who mostly keeps to himself, taking note of the beauty in life but keeping his distance from it. This includes the beautiful dancer he sees across the street from his apartment…until a week-long art project pushes him to change that.
(For Klance Secret Santa 2016)
And Now You’re Mine (WIP) by Samyx914(some artist!Keith) “No, really. I’ve been thinking about that movie since I got up and that’s the only copy they have and I want it.”
“But, I was faster.”
“But, I want to watch it.” The stranger laughs.
“Well, you could always come home with me to watch it.” He says with a wink.
“Okay.” The stranger’s eyes widen. What the fuck, Keith? No. You don’t go home with strangers… Anymore.
In which Keith wants to watch a movie, so he goes to find it at Walmart. When there’s only one copy left and someone else picks it up first, his only option is to go home with a stranger. Keith didn’t count on this stranger being so easy to fall for.
Visions by becca2793 "It’s funny, because as a tattoo artist he makes art that lasts pretty much forever – as far as the person who has it is concerned – but a street artist…their art lasts maybe a couple of days.”
Keith comes in for a tattoo; Lance immediately falls in love. With his art. His love for Keith comes later.
(Pidge elbows Lance sharply a little while later. “You’re not dying, dumbass,” they whisper. “Pay attention, the pose started.”)
Written for klanceweek day 1, “Red/Blue”. Art class AU where Lance can’t focus because one of the new life drawing models is too attractive.
Cute as Fcuk by anonymouschupacabra Even though he had never seen the hot guy before in the year that he’d been going to college, it was like the dam had broken, because Lance saw him everywhere. From the sculpture rooms, to the library, to the cafeteria, the guy was everywhere Lance was, and it only made it that much harder to ignore the hot buzzing he felt inside every time he saw him.
i bet you look good on the dance floor by xShieru “So like in 'Step Up’?” Allura shrugs. “Now that you put it like that - yes. I guess it’s just like in 'Step Up’.” The smile that she sends Shiro’s way - followed by a shy wave, eugh - is sickening to say the least, and Lance still doesn’t believe in dance camps
Lance McClain’s dancing career begins and ends with Keith.
Keith just wants to find out what Lance’s deal is.
Keith snickers. “Absolutely not. You are Jennifer Grey in this situation.”
“That’s a fair point. Nobody puts me in a corner,” replies Lance, nodding seriously, before his expression turns mischievous.
“So then…are you saying you want to call me Baby?”
Keith flushes red, but stands his ground as he leans in closer. “Are you saying you want me to?”
Shut Up and Dance With Me (WIP) by wittyy_name Lance and his friends have been regulars at the Altea Dance Studio for years. Not just for classes, but to hang out, practice, and spend time with good people who love dancing. Every year, they audition to be one of the few representing Altea at the regional dance competition. Lance always auditions solo, but this year he misses out on auditions and blows his chance to participate. And so does his self-proclaimed rival, Keith.
Luckily, Shiro comes up with a brilliant plan: convince Lance and Keith to audition as a duo.
With a little convincing, and a lot of effort, these two might just be able to pull it off and go to regionals… or they might crash and burn.
Musicians That Would Be Alright by icedsonder And call it spur of the moment, his exacerbated pining over past few months, or even his own alcohol impaired judgment, but Keith let his inhibitions take a backseat as he took a step forward and pressed his forehead against Lance’s to sing his next lines.
“I know I’ll fall in love with you, baby”
Musically Insane by myparadisepalace It had only taken Lance three days after becoming the blue paladin to realize there were no instruments in the castle. And even if there were, Lance figured they’d be too obscure and strange for him to be able to play.
PROFESSIONS (i.e. cops, doctors, EMTs, waiters)
Soldiers/Assassins/Spies Counting in Code by DLanaDHZ There was no one better in the field. The Voltron Force was efficient and deadly, and they took no new recruits. They were hand-picked, and though they didn’t always get along, they were family. Under the stress of a mission, the team counted each other as a way to calm down and focus. But Keith couldn’t count, because counting meant he knew where everyone was, and right now all he had was a pair of bloody dog tags in place of his partner.
blink if you want me by xShieru He wakes up to Pidge’s face hovering above him. “You gotta stop running into him like this.” “Dude, he fucking shot me.” “I know. We saw.”
A hitmen AU wherein two thirsty assholes fall for each other and then jeopardize their respective missions because of it.
Retail/Food (waiters/cashiers/clerks) Melt With You by dumpsterdiva If you ask Keith what summer means to him, he’ll say shitty weather, a bag of quarters, sticky blue raspberry kisses, and not-quite-midnight sandwiches.
Summer job AU at the pier feat. Keith as a shaved ice slave and Lance as an aquarium camp counselor.
Tollbooth Operator Drive Me Crazy by battleshidge Keith stared blankly at the tollbooth operator for a moment before trying to stifle a groan. Somehow, he always managed to get the booth with the flirtatious attendant, a lanky brown-haired man with clear blue eyes and a confident grin. It didn’t matter that he changed what lane he went through—at least three times a week on his way home from work, Keith was forced to suffer through the horrendous flirts that this man tossed his way.
Taxi Driver Finish What You Started by battleshidge “You were right,” Keith breathed, looking up at Lance with a fire in his eyes. “I did start this,” he lifted his chin, pressing a soft kiss to Lance’s jaw. And another. And another. Lance thought it was torture—sweet, sweet torture. And then that challenge sparked in Keith’s eyes again as he asked, tone low and resonant, “Are you going to finish it?”
Pizza Delivery You Stole a Pizza My Heart by KaSaPe Keith just wanted a pizza. The cute delivery boy with the weird grin and stupid flirting (?) had other plans.
Or: Keith just doesn’t get Lance’s flirting. At all.
“I’d like to buy you a drink,” he starts, and grins, “and then get sexual.”
Keith shoves him into the water.
(or: lance and his family go to california for a two-month vacation. cue hot lifeguard keith gyeong-kogane.)
Lessons by amycoolz and SylviaW1991 Keith has been nothing but a thorn in Lance’s side since the mullet-haired ass first walked into the classroom. But when he decides to get himself shoved into the deep end and, wow, can’t even swim, Lance has to save his pretty self and then Pidge volunteers him to teach Keith how to swim. Great. Just great.
Nurse Racing Heartbeats and Hospital Bedsheets by screwtodayimsleeping (nurse!Keith) Me: Hunk Me: Buddy Me: emergency!!!! HunkyBae: what’s up, lance? Are they not letting you out of the hospital yet? Me: HUNK Me: the male nurse that took my blood was probably the sexiest person i’ve ever seen Me: and im literally wearing two sheets as an outfit
“Coran thinks you’ll bang at the Christmas party but I think that’s giving you guys way too much credit,” Pidge says thoughtfully. “Hunk is a romantic. He thinks Lance is gonna ask you out any day now. I think he’s got a week or so before he owes me like a hundred bucks.”
“Pidge, what the fuck?” Keith says, flustered. He nudges them again with his foot, this time slightly harder. They scowl at him, swatting him away. “Why would you bet on me and Lance?” Part 1 of Office AU
Cactus by PinkHitman When Keith moves from the desert in the middle of ass backwards nowhere, to plop in the middle of the big city, he doesn’t expect to instantly grow fond of the tall, endearing, jerk across the street. But it’s hard not to see roses when said person works in a flower shop.
SOCIAL MEDIA (Tumblr AU, bloggers, Youtubers, gamers)
Youtubers you had me at merlot by DJAlien “Oh my God,” Lance says as he covers his face. Keith’s tinny voice blares from his laptop speakers: “What do you call a fake noodle? An impasta.” See, this joke might have been funny if someone charismatic and charming had said it, but Keith’s flat voice and even flatter expression effectively kidnaps, tortures, and then decapitates any chance of it being remotely humorous.
Keith accidentally starts a YouTube channel. Lance, of course, refuses to be left out. It goes about as well as you’d expect. (Ft. copious amounts of wine and a truly shameless number of references to MyDrunkKitchen, DailyGrace, and general pop culture)
The Boyfriend Tag by theoddpacolypse Keith and Lance are famous YouTubers, along with the rest of their friends, and though they consider each other “rivals” in some ways, they are actually incredibly close. So close that they are actually dating in secret and constantly dropping hints to their fans, whom desperately want them together. Part 1 of What Happens on Youtube series
Red’s voice snapped in his ears, and Lance cursed under his breath. He tried to backpedal quickly, but being flat on his back with the enemy looming above made for certain movement limitations. On top of that, he was already injured, and he could see the red patch spreading across his thigh. He could really use some of Hunk’s portable healing pods, that was for sure. And that, Lance observed, was a very nasty looking knife that was about to plunge straight through his chest.
Effect: +100% Love, -100% Logic (WIP) by manamune In the real world, Lance is barely making it by in his senior year. He’s failing most of his classes and is only one more fuck up away from being kicked off the swim team.
In the virtual reality game Voltron, Lance lives an entirely different life as the internationally-known Blue, an archer with impeccable aim. He’s filthy rich, has a trillion friends, and is a part of the most feared guild in the game.There’s just one problem: he’s madly in love one of his guildmates, Red.
Things begin to go downhill when a kid who acts suspiciously similar to Red transfers to Lance’s school.
It’s Mutual (Follow Back Already) by JessicaMDawn At twenty-four, Keith decides to figure out what this 'tumblr’ thing is. It’s confusing at first, but Keith learns to have fun with it with help from a few new friends. AKA Keith’s adventures on tumblr.
7 tips for teachers on how to create a safe school environment
All children deserve to learn in a safe, supportive educational environment. One education organization working toward this goal is GLSEN, which aims “to create safe and affirming schools for all, regardless of sexual orientation, gender identity, or gender expression.” Below, GLSEN ambassador and youth advocate Jeffrey Marsh offers 7 key pieces of advice for teachers in this excerpt from their excellent book, How To Be You:
I work with young people. They write to me all the time. They message me about their experiences. They communicate. They respect me. And there are a few magical things I’ve learned about how to treat them. If you really want to reach young people, if you want to know what helps them feel safe and cared for and ready to learn from you as an educator or school administrator or camp counselor, read on.
1. Really listen. Seems obvious, right? This is first because it is the most important. So many ills can be alleviated with concentrated respectful listening. You know deep down that you want to feel accepted and cared for and you want to feel like your opinions and experiences matter. The same is true for any student or young person you work with. Don’t dismiss. Don’t conflate. Don’t belittle and don’t rush any young person you’re talking to. Take the care you would give to a close friend and give that to a student. Sit for awhile. Pause before you respond. Really pay attention. Don’t cut them off. Listen. Also, don’t get all high and mighty. Assuming what someone means without actually asking for clarification is a big fat CDE: communication dead end. If you want a student to show up, then you need to do the work of showing them that it’s safe to do so. Along these lines, please ask follow-up questions. Don’t try to lead the conversation, but lean into it: “What do you mean?” Can you say more about that? Asking shows you care — it shows you’re listening.
2. Get to know the lingo. One of the best ways to show respect to someone from a different background or generation is to understand the terms they use — especially when it comes to how they define themselves. Some of my fans’ Twitter bios read like this: “I’m an a-romantic pansexual trans-fem DMAB.” I realized at a certain point that I needed a vocab lesson if I was going to be of any use at all! In my day (which wasn’t all that long ago) we didn’t use any of these terms. I needed to “meet them where they were” if I was going to connect with and help any young person. So I learned. I asked around. I found out what the terms were, what folks in school were using to define themselves and their experiences of the world. Knowing what the vocabulary was went a long way to helping me show that I meant business and was ready to accept and respect whoever I was talking to.
3. Lobby for safe spaces (or create them). Sometimes a teacher needs to be the one to advocate for the use of school space for clubs and gatherings that the school deems controversial or unimportant. Whether it’s an LGBT or religious or just a hobby club, young people need at least one safe space to make connections with peers and find out they are not alone or freakish or as weird as they may be thinking. A safe space of this kind has several hallmarks. It is clean and respectful. It is private. It is free from other activities and groups. It is free from haters and bullies, whether they are students or teachers who disagree with what the club is offering. If a school refuses to allow a safe space that you know your students need, look for ways to assist with the club outside your school.
4. Take a forthright unequivocal stand against bullying. In big ways and small ways, in your private life and in your public persona as an educator, you must take an anti-bullying stance. If any student senses an attitude of “Boys will be boys” or “Kids need to toughen up” or “It’s not that big of a deal,” you’ve already lost them. If you aren’t willing to take a strong no-tolerance policy against bullying in your own school or classroom, you will never reach your students effectively. I’d recommend zero tolerance. If you witness bullying or you find out it’s going on, you must show all the kids involved that bullying behavior has real (negative) consequences. Many schools have a structure in place for this kind of disciplinary action and my advice is to use that structure without hesitation. If you want to reach young people, you must be willing to respect them by keeping them physically and psychologically safe while they learn. Work to make your school’s anti-bullying policy comprehensive. An appropriate policy should cover gender, race, sexual orientation, gender identity, and all the reasons that kids are bullied.
5. Get help if you need it. Don’t believe the lie that you need to do it all yourself. You are not alone. There are a ton of organizations (GLSEN, for example) that love to help make schools safe for everyone. So Google for help. Reach out. Don’t get caught up in thinking that communicating with and helping students is all up to you.
6. Honor their experience. Just because you’re older and probably wiser doesn’t mean you’re right. If you disagree with a student, try interacting with them as you would with an adult. For whatever reason, many teachers just tend to assume that a student’s views and experiences are a little less valid than an adult’s. Why do we do this? It seems basically arbitrary in most respects. Sure, a young person is less like likely to have the depth and breadth of experiences that an adult has had, but that may not always be true. And if it is true, does it automatically mean that their opinions and experiences are somehow less valuable? Well…no.
7. Give yourself some credit. If only for just a moment, don’t judge your performance as a teacher; don’t get down about how you’re not doing this “right.” See yourself from the outside. Take note of how hard you’re trying. Notice how hard the profession of teaching can be. And notice how deeply impactful you are every day. We all remember the teacher who inspired us, who was nice to us when we needed it, or who we felt really got us. You’re changing lives, and it’s totally okay to acknowledge your good hard work enthusiastically and often.
Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.
Paring: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Fluffy, loads of Bucky being a cute pie some sexual innuendos and some sexual tension.
You take a sip of your coffee as you look at the computer in front of you; you are never going to understand why you accepted a job at the Stark Industries, sure they pay you really well but looking at budgets all day wasstarting to make you crazy.
To be honest, the budget in front of you is the least of your concerns, it’s been five days since Bucky went on a mission and you still haven’t heard from him. Usually, he texts you to let you know that he was alive and well. But so far nothing, according to Natasha they are fine but the mission is a lot more complicated than they anticipated.
You wish they would be home soon, you hated worrying much, you couldn’t sleep when you were worried.
You almost have a heart attack when you hear your phone ringing, you look at the id caller expecting it to be Dan but no it is Wanda. This is odd she never calls you “Hey Wan is everything fine?” Your mind goes to the worst scenario possible, afraid that something might have happened to Bucky.
An Actual Human Female™ was in the women’s toilets at work just now. It’s a rare and beautiful sight around these parts, so I’m thinking, be cool, just be normal, don’t say anything weird.
So she looks at me, probably because I’m staring at her like she’s a mythical creature, and she’s rubbing lotion on her arms, and mentioned something about moisturiser. And this is it, perhaps a little outside my comfort zone of acceptable topics but I’m ready to roll with it, don’t fuck it up, be normal, here goes.. “it um, it puts the moisture on the skin?”
And it’s game over because suddenly I’m Buffalo Bill and I’m even making myself uncomfortable. I probably shouldn’t have followed it up with a handful of mumbled apologies and an awkward look that I can only assume she thought was me assessing her skin for use in a woman suit. Needless to say, head down l, I marched straight out of that bathroom
These are the lessons I’ve learned about work. All of it I came by the hard way, but with a lot of help and mentoring by the strong women who came before me.
Do what you say you’re going to do. This is about integrity. When you say you’re going to do something, follow through. Don’t make promises you can’t keep, and remember what promises you’ve made. Be trustworthy, honest, and dependable.
Declare. I fucked up. I had a thing to do and I forgot to do it. I said something I probably shouldn’t have said to the wrong person. I missed a deadline. Whatever: don’t lie about it, don’t hide it. Declare it. Be honest. Lying about a fuck up is worse than fucking up. Declare it and get to work on fixing it instead. This will help you sleep better, too.
Check in early and often. Before you commit yourself to an idea or a project, make sure your supervisor knows about it. I know there’s a temptation to pour it all out into a fully realized plan you can hand over in triumph as a fait accompli, but every second you spend on an idea engages your heart a little more, and the more time you spend on something, the harder it will be to hear feedback, criticism, or a no. Save yourself the pain and check in.
Know what you’re building before you build it. Sit down with your co-workers and figure out what you’re doing before you try to do it. Put it in writing. This seems so obvious, but it takes time, and we often run off in all directions because the way forward seems so obvious. Figure out what your shared expectations are. What’s in scope? What’s out? What will you have by the end? What are your timelines? I have specific tools to help with these conversations, and I live and die by them.
Work doesn’t deserve your tears. Is your work important? Sure. But it’s not important enough to let it tear you to shreds. Sometimes people think you should not only do your work and meet expectations, but you should feel like shit when you screw up. Work doesn’t get to tell you how to feel, and work isn’t owed your biggest and darkest feelings about yourself. Nope.
We’ve done as much as we can right now. There are always emotionally abusive people in the workplace, unfortunately, like that angry hothead who gets mad about some stupid thing and suddenly can’t help but bitch while you’re trying to get this one thing done. This is the hardest thing I’ve had to learn to do: you can call time on any conversation or any meeting. As someone is getting overcome by their own anger, ask yourself if you’ll really be able to be productive like this. The moment the answer is no, you can say: “We’ve done about as much as we can right now, let’s pick this up later.” And then stand up. Meeting is over. You always have that power.
Document, document, document. Abusive people will agree to one thing behind closed doors and conveniently reconstruct the conversation completely differently days later. Most work relationships are based on meetings and conversations, which aren’t easily trackable. You say a person told you x or wanted you to do y, but it’s it’s your word against his, isn’t it. The way around this is a follow-up email directly after any conversation or meeting summarizing what was agreed upon. “Thanks for the meeting this afternoon. I understood that I’m going to do x by y, and that you’re committing to do a, b, and c. Did I miss anything?” 9 times out of 10 they will confirm your understanding, and then you’ve got a rock solid paper trail. It’s like a suit of armour.
No one needs my negative reactions. Someone screwed up. Someone disappointed, frustrated, angered me. My feelings are mine, and they are valid and reasonable, but as a person with institutional power, no one needs to see or feel my feelings other than me. My judgments upon the people who report to me are not productive; they are the opposite of that. No one but me is required to bear the weight of my feelings, and no one should find themselves working to elicit or avoid mine. No one should ever doubt for one second that I respect them, that and have their back, and that they can trust me. Even when they’ve fucked up. That’s what I want for me, so that’s what I need to offer others.
“Every day when I think I know something, the universe shows me that I need to learn another lesson. So I stand here today, more so than any other day, saying I know nothing. I literally know nothing.”
Nathaniel Abram Wesninski is born on a blustery night in January to a mother with regret in her eyes and a father with danger in his smile. Andrew takes one look at the baby, crinkled and screaming and gross as newborns tend to be, and knows he’s going to be trouble.
“Trade me,” he orders Renee, whose current charge is a giggling delight of green eyes and tousled brown hair. Andrew knows Jean won’t be an untroubled kid - untroubled kids don’t need guardian angels. Still, learning French would probably be easier than trying to keep an eye on this brat.
“Now that wouldn’t be very fair to Jean, would it?” Renee smiles beatifically and Andrew rolls his eyes. “Besides,” Renee says as floats a little closer to peer down at the baby, who quiets and stares at her with wide eyes. “Nathaniel is a sweetie.”
Andrew frowns at the baby, who, apparently now disinterested in the glowing woman hovering over its crib, sticks its fist in its mouth. It looks over at Andrew, icy blue eyes piercing. Andrew’s frown deepens.
Renee turns back toward Andrew, a case file now in her hands. “I need to get back to Jean,” she says, and holds out the folder. Andrew glares at it. Renee sighs. “He needs you, Andrew.”
Andrew takes the folder. Renee smiles. The baby giggles, and Andrew glares at it.
What are your thoughts on the time jump? The last time the show did this the story line suffered a lot because of it
lol. i haven’t really let that scene sink in for me yet so my mind is kinda jumbled tbh (i also need to go to sleep so don’t expect any coherent thoughts at all), but let me try anyway: i actually have issues with it, that’s for sure. like, i’m still trying to get… used to the concept of it all since time jumps can be tricky.
what i did like about it though is that we get to see a different depiction of the world after the radiation wave hit - no visual backdrop on a planet covered by sand or visceral display of contaminated food, water or even death etc, but green trees and the sun shining through them instead (similar to the first time clarke laid eyes on earth 1x01) - and how clarke nowlives in it.
usually, when movies/shows pull that kind of story line they go into extreme survivors mode with their characters, psychologically damaged people who try to find a way to keep on fighting in a world that is devoured by loss, war or violence - you know when they do no more than survive and are pushed on the brink of insanity, because its hard to ease yourself into this darkness.
with clarke its the complete opposite, because with her there are no quick reflexes on how she deals with a shattered world after the radiation wave (she knows how to get around it - she survived this mess after all, more than once, but the fact that we don’t specifically see it now is eye-catching).
what we get instead is this:
she sits on a rover with a sketchbook in her lab, enjoying the weather
she “talks” to bellamy on to radio every day
she crossed paths with a nightblood girl whom she took in and now has a strong bond with, a girl who can sleep and who she also teaches lessons (i need to know more about this and i know i will because its been confirmed)
she has hope even after failing to get to the people in the bunker
she is smiling
she is… happy.
and that is different in a lot of ways, because while we have experienced clarke alone before (2x16 - 3x01) this time we see that she has learned how to get a grip on her heart and understand herself like she has never before - e.g she knows where she needs to go to not get lost, or knows what she has to and clearly wants to do in order to keep herself sane, to remind herself who she is, who to keep company and most definitely who to be cautious with. it’s a short insight into a long progression, but it shows and it shows drastically.
she doesn’t get lost in the cycle of hopelessness again, or doesn’t drive herself onward with dark desperation. clarke is not really reminiscent of the irradiated world in itself (yes okay okay, her outfit reminds us of mad max i get it), but we see planet earth through clarke’s eyes in a way that was hinted at since the beginning of the season - the whole theme of having inherited the earth comes into play, and this is what she makes it look like to us after 6 years and 7 fucking days. she survived, rose from the ashes and now lives with it - and basically all the things she has experienced/done up until this point.
Rated M fanfic where Regina reluctantly (after Snow’s nudging) agrees to give Emma dance lessons for her wedding. For the sake of Hook still being Hook, he admits he was taught the dance by some Spanish sea wench back in the day (I dunno) and doesn’t need lessons. Slooow burn. Well, not too slow. But slow enough.
And immediately, Regina is sucked in, physically. Emma, emotionally. But they’re too stubborn to do or say anything until it is almost too late.
Idea inspired by “Could I Have This Kiss Forever” by Whitney Houston and Enrique Iglesias.
Pairing: Tywin x
(daughter) Reader, Tyrion x (sister) reader
Fandom: Game of
Warnings: None…but it’s
my first and it’s a little long… Eh, Tywin may be a little OOC.
Summary: You are the
youngest Lannister daughter and are struggling with your reading, so you get
help from your brother, Tyrion. Reader
is six years old. Mostly fluff.
Word Count: 3,582
Tywin Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock, and previous Hand of
the King sat in his study, pouring over documents and filling in
signatures. He hadn’t gotten any sleep
the past few days, mainly because the fools of the Eyrie didn’t know how to
strike a proper bargain. Lord Tywin had
never liked the Lady Arryn but while her husband, the true Lord of the Eyrie
was away, he was forced to make political agreements and meet her terms.
There was a knock on the door, and he looked up,
frowning. Everyone knew not to disturb
him when he worked on his documents. It
was either something important or a rather stupid servant. He called for them to open the door.
The servant that stood before him was young and
broad-chested. He’d probably make a good
soldier in a few years, but Tywin never took the time to learn his servants’
names. This boy was no different. He swallowed, and Tywin raised an eyebrow.
“My lord,” the servant began. Then he stopped talking.
“Yes?” Tywin said, looking straight at him. “You came into my study during a critical
time, clearly you have something to tell me.”
Tywin could see the boy swallow away the lump in his
throat. His fingers drummed the desk,
and he glanced at the tower of documents at the table.
“My lord, it’s about your daughter,” the boy said, and
Tywin’s attention was automatically caught.
The boy couldn’t tell this though, for Tywin kept his same stoic
expression. “The Septas have been
looking for her, but she seems to have disappeared. They say she’s not doing well in her lessons
and that she’s struggling with her reading.”
Tywin’s face hardened, remembering a similar experience with
his eldest son, Jaime.
“Very well, you are dismissed,” Lord Tywin said to the boy.
He nodded and fled the room.
Tywin looked over at the documents.
Y/N, his daughter, would have to wait until he finished the bulk of
these. He had a pretty good idea where
she was hiding. The girl had never been
too good at keeping secrets.
As Tywin worked, he mused on his daughter. He thought that his late wife was finished
giving birth when she gave birth to Tyrion, but Y/N had come more than a decade
later, a pleasant surprise for all of them.
Tywin hadn’t expected to be a father again, and he worried for his wife,
that her body couldn’t handle it, but she had given birth to a healthy
daughter. His wife had named her Y/N,
though Tywin had wanted to name her after an ancestor. Lady Joanna had insisted on Y/N though, so
they went with that.
Tywin finished up his paperwork and left his office,
ignoring the bowing servants and “milord”s as he walked through the
stronghold. He left the castle and went
through the gardens. Since he had told Y/N
that her mother had loved the gardens, they had become her favorite place. Sure enough, he saw her seated on a bench
below one of the larger trees.
He cleared his throat loudly, and she turned to look at him
with those striking emerald eyes –Joanna’s eyes. His daughter was only six and as gentle as a
hummingbird. Her long golden hair
splashed down her back. Of all his
children, she looked the most like her mother.
It was as if the child realized the danger she was in with
her father’s arrival. She jumped to her
feet, smoothed her dress and curtsied before him.
“Good afternoon, father,” she said with all the bearing of a
lady at court. She knew her courtesies
“Why aren’t you in your lesson, Y/N?” he asked, cutting to
the point. It was true he was probably
softer with her than his other children, but that was only because she hadn’t
caused him nearly as much grief. When a
child misbehaved though, it was a father’s duty to correct that child.
“I don’t like the septa,” Y/N said. “She’s boring.”
“I don’t care if you like the septa. You’re learning to read. Children outside these walls don’t get that
opportunity. Someday you will thank me
for everything I’ve done for you,” he said.
“Let go of your pride and do your lesson. The house that puts the family’s name before
its own selfish whims –“
“Will be the house that history remembers,” she finished for
him. She glared up at him. “I just don’t like reading. I’m not good at it, and I can’t do it. No matter how hard I try, I don’t understand
“You are not working hard enough,” he said.
“I spent two hours looking at the same page, and when the septa
asked me to read aloud, I couldn’t do it,” she argued. The girl definitely had spunk. A Lannister needed that to get along in the
world, but she needed to learn there were better times than others for it. “All I do is stare at the page. I know the letters. I see the septa write them, and I can go
through the alphabet. The septa says my
penmanship is wonderful, but when I have to read a word, the letters move
around on the page and I can’t make any sense of them!”
Tywin nodded, and she was quiet. He had dealt with this before.
“Your brother Jaime was the same way,” he said. “The maesters told me that he also mixed up
the letters on the page. Yes…I wondered
if this would happen again.”
“And how did Jaime learn to read?” Y/N asked.
A determined look flashed across Tywin’s face.
“I sat him down with the maester four hours each day,” he
said. “Which is exactly what I’ll do
“Father!” Y/N cried.
“Silence!” He cut her off.
“Remember your courtesies, young lady.
You will thank me for this. A
Lannister needs to know how to read!
Jaime was angry with me too, but now he can read!”
“But four hours!” The girl looked close to tears, and for a
rare moment, Tywin did feel something tear at his heart, but he was determined.
“A lady doesn’t say ‘but’,” he said. It was something that Joanna used to say to
Cersei when she argued with her. “Go
back to your lesson now. I shall speak
with your septa about the changes in your scholarly pursuits.”
Y/N’s pink lips quivered for a moment, and then she curtsied
before her father and ran off. Tywin
watched her go, slightly amused, but slightly angry at her behavior. Cersei had been much more rebellious, so he
at least should have been grateful that he didn’t have to deal with that. He didn’t particularly like upsetting his
daughter, though. She was the last thing
of Joanna he had, and he was determined to give her the best life he could.
Being a father as well as a lord could be difficult at
At the end of your lesson, you were fuming at the
septa. Your head pounded and your eyes
were sore from constantly staring at the page.
You offered a short and stiff curtsy and then left as soon as the lesson
ended. You never wanted to see your
septa ever again. In fact, you would run
away from the Rock and make your father miss you so much that he would find you. That would really show him.
You loved your father like none other, but he could be stiff
at times. He was the proud lord lion of
Casterly Rock, you reminded yourself. He
was held to different standards than the small folk. Jaime supposedly had the same problem with
words that you had, but Jaime got to run around and play with a sword, and then
he got to be a knight. Why did it matter
if you could or couldn’t read? Your
father would wed you to a handsome lord when you were older, and you’d raise
the babies while your lord husband signed important papers.
In your room, you tried to forget all about your lesson by
combing through one of your dolls’ hair.
The door opened and your father entered; the brush you used on the doll
stopped halfway through its silk hair.
“What are you doing here?” You asked.
“The septa told me that you needed to study outside of your
lessons,” he said firmly. “Where are
“I just got out of my lesson! I need a break!” You cried.
“Your mind is sharpest right after a lesson,” he said. “Do you want to learn to read or not?”
“I don’t want to learn!” You snapped.
You had crossed a line, and you knew it. Your father’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
“You will read those books, Y/N, and I won’t ask you again,”
he said in a low voice.
You shrunk back, fighting back the tears that threatened to
escape your eyes. You hated
disappointing your father; he was your hero, but he just didn’t understand how hard
it was for you to read! You watched as
he left the room. You didn’t move for a
moment, and when he was gone, you threw your doll against the wall.
You picked up the book and tried to read it, determined to
show your father, but the more you looked at it, the worse your headache got
and you found you just couldn’t do it.
You woke up with your face on the book. You panicked slightly, aware that that was
not proper for a lady. By the sky
outside your window, you knew it wasn’t time for supper yet. You sighed with relief. Then you picked up the book. You didn’t want to visit the septa, but maybe
if you just studied for many hours at once, she could get it all done and over
with. Hugging the book, you stomped past
your broken doll and out the room.
Every step taken was tortuous. You really, really did not want to see the septa. What did that old lady know anyways? Why couldn’t your father give you a fun
teacher? Maesters were always more fun
“Sister,” a deep voice suddenly rang in your ears. “Does father know that you are wandering the
Rock by yourself?”
Your heart stopped. You
turned and saw your older brother, Tyrion, standing there. Even though he grinned at you, you felt a
shiver pass up your spine. She had
always been more than a little frightened of him.
Tyrion wasn’t like Jaime or Cersei. He was only slightly taller than you, but
whereas you were six, he was a man. His
hair was as blonde as yours and his eyes as green, but his forehead was too
big, and his arms and legs were too short.
He wasn’t handsome in the least, and Cersei had told you that Tyrion had
killed your mother. Jaime had insisted
it wasn’t true, but Cersei said that Tyrion had forced mother to care for him
when he had a contagious illness, and she had died for it. You hadn’t even been a year old, and because
of that you didn’t have a mother.
“He’s a monster, Y/N, and monsters don’t show remorse,”
Cersei had said to you.
You stared at your brother, fingers clutching the book. You wanted to run, but you knew you needed to
be brave. He wasn’t really a
monster. He was frightening, but he was
still your big brother. Jaime got along
with Tyrion after all.
“I’m going to the septa,” you said shortly. “I’m learning to read.”
“Are you mixing up the letters on the page?” Tyrion asked in
a dry tone.
“Um…” How did he know that was your problem? “Yes…”
“Just like Jaime, or so I hear,” he said. “Don’t go to the septa. She’ll bore you to tears with her
lessons. It looks like she already has.”
“I have to learn to read so father will be happy,” you
“Yes, we must keep father happy,” Tyrion said.
“I need to go,” you said.
When you turned away, Tyrion suddenly touched your arm. You froze, remembering what Cersei had told you. Tyrion looked kind of funny, but could he
really be a monster? What if you died
because he touched you? Maybe that’s why
your mother had died!
“B-brother,” you stammered, voice squeaking.
“I’ll teach you to read,” he said. “I’ve read a lot, and I’ve even stumbled on
some of the histories of Casterly Rock that recorded other children with the
same problems you were having.”
“Father wants me to study with the septa,” you replied
“Father wants you to learn how to read,” he said. “Do you want to please father?”
You nodded meekly, and he smiled.
“Then follow me,” he said.
Your heart sank, and you imagined for a moment a maiden
following a dragon into its lair. Tyrion
was no dragon; he was too small, but you couldn’t help but be scared regardless. You frowned.
Lannisters didn’t get scared. You
would learn how to read no matter what.
On the way to Tyrion’s chambers, he actually talked to you.
“Father rarely lets you see me,” he said. “I remember when you were born. I’ve never seen father smile like that
before. I suppose after me, you were
everything he could have asked for. You
were a beautiful babe, and it looks to me like you’ve grown to be a beautiful
girl. You have mother’s features.”
How could he talk so easily of mother? Didn’t he feel guilty?
“Thank you,” you whispered.
“Father keeps me in lessons most the time.”
“And apart from the reading, how are those going? Do you understand the laws of the land and
the science? I hated learning about the
agriculture personally,” he said.
Before you could think, you said: “I do too.
I hate that part.” You suddenly
shut your mouth. Had you just agreed
with your brother?
“Ah, here we go,” Tyrion said. “My room.
We shouldn’t be in here too long, but I’ll teach you more than the
“With magic?” You asked.
“What do you think I am?
An imp with magical powers! Is
that what Cersei told you?” he asked.
Cersei had never said that, but you couldn’t help but imagine it. “No, if I knew magic, I’d make myself as tall
as Jaime. No, we’re going to learn the
old fashioned way.”
“I won’t learn to read by supper?” You asked faintly.
“I’m afraid not,” he said.
“You’ll have to come back each day, but I promise you I will make it
much more painless than the septa’s ramblings. You’ll be reading in no time.”
And then he pulled out a seat for you at his desk and took
the book from you. He laid it on the
table, and a devilish smirk appeared on his face.
“Let’s begin,” he said, and you sat down, feeling your hands
and feet shake.
You had been visiting Tyrion in secret for a week. You were never told to stay away from your
brother, but father also made a point of keeping you as far away from him as
possible. With Tyrion as your teacher, you
were able to see improvements you never thought possible. Even the septa praised you when you actually
read two sentences aloud and only had to pause a few times. Tyrion didn’t use magic, but he may as well
What really confused you though was that you were actually
starting to like your brother. What would Cersei say? Perhaps Jaime would be happy for you. Tyrion was kind to you and very patient when you
made mistakes. He was constantly egging you
on, but in a way that showed he really cared.
“You know this word,” he said as you hovered over the same
word for over a minute. “You can do it…”
“D…R…G… No, that’s not right.” The letters were moving again. “D…R…A….Dragon!”
Tyrion applauded you, and you blushed. You then read the sentence aloud:
“Aegon I Targaryen rode on the dragon Balerion in the War of
Conquest!” Your voice went up a notch at the end, and again Tyrion applauded you.
“Wonderful!” He said.
“Wonderful! Can you read the next
“Aegon’s sister-wife…V…Vis…Visenya mounted Vhagar as her
steed.” You glanced up at Tyrion,
praying you’d gotten the sentence right, and by his smile, you knew you
had. “I did it! I’m learning to read, Tyrion! You’re the best!”
You kept improving, and you actually sought out books to try
and read. Most of them you couldn’t, but
you could understand a lot more than you could before. Four days later, you were in yet another
lesson with Tyrion. He no longer
frightened you, and Cersei’s words seem to fade.
You had finally reached the part in your heavy book that
spoke of House Lannister.
“Lord Tytos Lannister was the eldest of four. He was named heir in 236 AC of Casterly
Rock…” your eyes skimmed the page. Then you
gasped. “Jason Lannister!”
“Hmm?” Tyrion asked.
“Jason Lannister was Tytos’s younger brother. Tytos was our grandfather! Jason was our other grandfather! He was mother’s father!” You cried. “Mother and father were cousins?”
“I thought you knew that,” Tyrion said. “Besides, cousins are one thing, but the
Targaryens married their brothers and sisters for centuries.”
“It’s like how Cersei wants to marry Jaime,” you said.
“Y-Y/N …” Tyrion winced.
“I don’t know how you know that, but you mustn’t say a word to father.”
You stared at the page and your finger found Lady Joanna’s
“What was mother like?” You whispered.
Tyrion froze and didn’t answer immediately. Then he swallowed, and he smiled in a way
that made him as handsome as Jaime.
“She was beautiful,” Tyrion said. “She was my best friend, my champion. She was always encouraging me to be better,
and when I cried, she held me.” He
looked out the window, and you watched him intently. “When I learned that dragons had gone
extinct, I was a mess. I cried myself to
sleep…but when I woke up, mother was holding me in her arms and telling me
everything would be alright. She had a
beautiful voice too…”
“Cersei said mother died while taking care of you,” you
Tyrion looked down at his hands.
“That’s true,” he breathed.
“I was probably old enough to not need my mommy, but I begged the
maesters to let me see her, and she came right away and cared for me. She stayed by my side all night…and then…it
was all so sudden…she was gone.”
Tyrion was a man, but his lip trembled like a child’s. He didn’t blink, like he was determined not
to let the tears come. He was always so
carefree, sarcastic, and witty. You had
never seen this side of him before.
You reached under the table and held his stubby hand.
“Thank you for telling me about mother,” you whispered.
You found yourself outside your father’s study. He would be finished with his paperwork in
any moment. You waited there, going over
again and again Tyrion’s cheers in your mind.
The door opened, and Tywin stared down at you. You drew yourself up as tall as could be, but
he still towered over you.
“Do you need something, Y/N?” he asked.
You nodded, but didn’t answer. Without a word, you strode right inside his
study. You heard you father sigh behind you
“What is the meaning of this?” he asked you. “Have you finished your studies today?” You reached up and took the first bit of
parchment off the stack. “Careful, Y/N,
those are important documents. They
can’t be lost –“
“Lord Randyll Tarly…Lord of House Tarly…To whom it may
concern…We are in the process of building a bridge to help ensure our grains
come quicker to the capital.” You looked
up from the sentence and hid your smile.
Then you continued, and you read the entire letter out loud to your
When you finished, Tywin actually laughed, and you felt your
cheeks go red. You loved it when you
pleased her father. You had seen his
smile more times than you could count, but you rarely heard a laugh.
“You see, Y/N? You
are a Lannister! You always had it in
you!” He said. “You’ve got quite the
attitude, but I’m proud of you. Keep up
the good work.” He touched your face but
didn’t embrace you. He was still a lord
after all. “Come now, supper is waiting
You beamed at him, and they headed to the dining hall
After supper, you returned to Tyrion. You still had much farther to go, and the
letters still got jumbled, but you were determined to work hard. You recounted the story to Tyrion, and he laughed
first and then congratulated you. Then
he hugged you.
Once again you found yourself pouring over the book. You finished reading the paragraph aloud and
looked up at Tyrion. He was
absent-mindedly playing with an ink bottle.
“Um…I have a question,” you said.
“Ask away,” Tyrion urged you.
“Well, it’s just about something that Cersei said. She said that you spent most your time in
brothels and that you had…what were the words she used? …An appetite for whores,” you began. “Tyrion, what’s a brothel? And what’s a whore?”
The ink bottle suddenly slipped from his fat fingers and
shattered all over the floor.
Hi guys! So I really want to make this into several parts. I know this isn’t the best so I am sorry about that.I’m using Gibson as you last name purely on the fact that that was her previous last name and for that reason it would work better for the story. And on that note hope you enjoy!
Archie Andrews x Geraldine Grundy, Archie Andrews x reader
Warnings : None apart from swearing (like 1 word)
Word count : 608
Prompt : Geraldine Grundy is your older sister and you find out about her relationship with one of your friends Archie Andrews and you are desperate to get them to break up for their own good.
“So Archie who’s the mysterious woman, that you keep ditching us for?” We were in music class together, as the teacher was late. I was still waiting for the answer but he looked down blushing, and mumbled
“No one Y/N”.
“Yeah right Archie.” I said back laughing at his reaction, we had only been friends for a just over a year now, I had moved here with my sister after her bad divorce. However the beauty of going to the same school as the school where your sister works is the fact that I have a completely different last name courtesy of her ex-husband who made her flee from our home town. Just as he was going to say something back, the door flew open to reveal Miss Grundy.
“Right everyone to their seats now! And no talking”
Oh great she was in a bad mood, just what I need. The lesson was pretty boring, I hardly did anything, just sitting here drawing, “Your sister might have musical talent Y/N, but you have artistic talent, so don’t ever worry about impressing her.” That’s what Mom always used to say to me, and I kinda use that for an excuse as to why I don’t do my homework for her.
“Right I want them music sheets completed for next lesson, no excuses and I’m talking to you Miss Gibson,” She shot a look in my direction, still trying to remain professional, “Speaking of Miss Gibson can you stay behind for a minute, and you too Mr Andrews.”
She turned her back on us, while I glanced at Archie to see him looking nervous and agitated. Once the class was empty, I spoke up, “So what can I do you for Geraldine?” I said slumping into a chair with my bag dumped on the floor.
“What have I told you about using my first name in school Y/N? Especially in front of other students!” I looked up to see her standing over you with her hands on her hips, trying to stare you down, I see Archie standing behind her trying to hold in his laugh.
“Oh get over yourself, he’s bound to find out at some point, it’s only your first name. Plus what’s the big deal you’re my sister.” I said and as soon as I said that the smile dropped of Archie’s face and he went sickly pale. Geraldine looked in a state of shock but in all honesty you couldn’t see what was wrong with what you said.
“Holy shit Archie are you okay?” Once I realised he was trying to fumble into a seat I knew something wasn’t right here.
“Yeah, and wait your sisters.” I stood up standing next to Geraldine, both looking at him with concern and confusion.
“Yeah, what’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing Y/N. Just shocked that’s all.”
“Okay..” I dragged out confused as why being sisters had such an impact on him. “and on that note I’m off see you guys.” I shouted behind my shoulder once grabbing my bag of the floor.
“Wait Y/N, just to let you know I’m going to be out late tonight so don’t expect me back ‘till after your curfew okay?”
“Sure… Archie, you still coming to Pop’s tonight with everyone?”
“I can’t… I-I’ve got to help m-my Dad. Yeah I’ve got to help my dad” He smiled at me trying to hide the fact that he’s lying to me, I didn’t say anything else I just nodded my head and walked out the room.
Something is up between these two, and I’m going to find out what.
So requests are open! Don’t be afraid to send them in.
Seriously stop. You guys call yourself shippers but do you even care about them as a person? Baekhyun is a guy, a man, a boy call him whatever you want but he is not a girl get that through your thick head. If you are really his fan you would know that he stated multiple of time that he is a man. He is manly. Baekhyun is not a “fragile, delicate princess” who needs his “boyfriend” to protect him. He did freaking hapkido ffs. I was fine with you guys shipping them but sometimes shippers are taking it too far. Making up rumors of them? Like the only reason baekhyun might be limping is because he did “something” with chanyeol. Not because he was dancing his ass off on stage doing what he likes to do. What is wrong with just using real moments of them to spazz. Why must you make something up? Sometimes you guys just like to jump to conclusion without even knowing if its real or not. That hand on baekhyun’s skechers video? Well newsflash its not chanyeol’s. If they are really gay then good for them but dont push your fantasies on someone when they themselves didn’t confirm shit. Some of you talk like you are so sure they are gay. So what if baekhyun and chanyeol wants to follow some girl on ig. Its their life. If you want to be a shipper, be a fun one not a delusional one.