less behavior

where the sun and stars meet


Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader (oh my word, she’s done it, she’s written a non-Lin fic, holy moly, we never thought this day would come)

Summary: He knew you well enough to know when you were forgetting to breathe.

Note: i fell straight into rafa hell and apparently this is how i decided to handle it lmao. @fragmentofmymind and @alexanderhamllton had to deal with my yelling about this so go give them extra love THEY DESERVE ALL OF IT I LOVE THEM A LOT. 

okay omg i love you guys and i hope you enjoy the garbage, feel free to come yell at me about it <3

Word Count: approx. 4500? (guys it’s a ONE-SHOT ARE YOU PROUD)

Being a twenty-eight year old woman living in Los Angeles could be tough.

In six years of residence in the city of stars, you had realized that sometimes the lights weren’t so much sparkling as they were blinding. Blinding of the goals you’d set out to achieve, the paths to get there, the hope and promise of a state drowning in sunshine and smog. Although you had never expected it to be, the journey wasn’t easy.

Sure, you’d had plenty of dancing gigs during your time there so far, but your heart was in choreography and you were determined to keep working until you made that goal happen. You knew that you were talented, that when you were in your flow you could tell stories and string together phrases and characters with even the most subtle pieces of movement. Every once in awhile, though, you lost your flow.

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MBTI and Fitness?

So I’m currently obsessing over Pure Barre after having Soul Cycle withdrawals. I was just thinking it would be really interesting to see what exercise habits might occur over MBTI. I know that it’s more or less behavioral, but I think there’s something about the regimented, structured classes of Pure Barre and Soul Cycle that I love while someone who isn’t a Te-dom might prefer a more free spirited workout. 

So just reblog or answer with your MBTI type and what kind of exercise you enjoy/prefer. Running? Barre? Zumba? Yoga? You can even tell me you hate exercise! I’m just really curious and would love to have enough data to make a post about how workouts might correlate with our cognitive functions and personal biases/motivations!

So – how do you like to get fit?

- ESTJ Mod

hoops-mcelroy  asked:

Is it wrong/anthropomorphic to think of domestic animals as "friends"? When reading your answer to something regarding "befriending" wild animals, I started wondering if the same thing would apply to domestic animals. I know some people think that dogs and cats are only affectionate toward us because we feed them, but do they actually care for us?

It’s not incorrect to think of domestic animals you have already established a good relationship with as friends, no. Especially not dogs. What people forget when they talk about domesticated animals - pets, specifically - is that we’ve not only modified their physiology with selective breeding, we’ve modified their psychology as well. We’ve literally bred them to be primed for affiliative interactions with us. Dogs much more so than cats, but even still, the last couple hundred years of cats as luxuries rather than working animals have selected for behavioral shifts towards interest in human contact. 

I don’t say all domesticated animals because it’s important to remember that most livestock, while less wary of humans, don’t really think of us as things to affiliate with unless they’re a special project for someone. They can bond with us and enjoy interactions, sure, but it’s less of an innate behavior and more of a shaped one. 

And, of course, you can’t consider anything a friend until you’ve established a relationship with it. Just because they’re genetically primed to find interactions with safe people affiliative doesn’t mean a cat or dog will innately trust you or find interactions rewarding. 

But, yeah, once you’re pals? Friends. 

Moonless Night

Alright!  Updated version with some tweaks that I hope are more canon compliant with your AU lol.

Marinette Agreste loved her Papa.   He had a chilly personality and had been known to make an intern or two cry with his blunt criticisms.  Even she’d gotten a little teary when the famed fashion designer, Gabriel Agreste, had picked apart her own design with a practiced eye.  However, for all his coldness, he always dried her tears with examples of things she’d done well.  He would point out how well the colors went together.  How the ruffles she’d placed on a dress would accentuate the fullness of the skirt.  Where the fabric she’d chosen would best serve the outfit.  Always with a gentle tone and kiss to the top of her head.

Marinette loved her Papa but he’d changed over the last two years.  Drastically.

“Are you going to be home for my dance recital this time?” she asked.  Her father disappeared from the video call’s frame for a moment as he bent to make some sort of note on his paper.

“Sorry butterfly.  Milan is very busy this time of year and the coordinators are all idiots.  They need constant supervision.”

Marinette didn’t bother to cover her frown.  “That’s what you said last time… and the time before that!  Then you were in Tokyo for my last tennis tournament.  And New York when I competed at my last horse show.”

In fact, she’d fallen off at that horse show and broken her arm.  Her dad hadn’t even come home to see her after that.  He hadn’t even reacted when he’d come home.  Looked at her neon pink cast and then back at his business report.

“I’m very busy Marinette,” he replied calmly.  

She grit her teeth and yanked on one of her pigtails.  “What’s the point of making me do all these stupid activities if you’re not even going to come see me when I compete!”

The words exploded out of her mouth as soon as they crossed her mind.  No filter whatsoever.  Gabriel raised an eyebrow at her.  “I thought you enjoyed your hobbies.”

“No!  You enjoy them!  You suck up all my free time with them and you don’t even have the courtesy to show up to appreciate it.”

“I’m very busy,” he repeated.  Frustration burned through her like a fire.

“If Mama was here I know she’d be there.”

Gabriel looked up at her in utter shock, eyes blown wide underneath his glasses.  It was a low blow.  Marinette knew that.  However, she couldn’t bring herself to care.  She was just too angry to care at the moment.  Deep in her heart she knew that she’d regret it sooner rather than later.  Probably in about twenty minutes.  Right now though, her anger was as cold as her father’s usual icy personality.  He’d lost a lot of his warmth when her mother had disappeared.  If he couldn’t spare any of the warmth he had left in him then he could shoulder a few cold words from her at the moment.

“Marinette!” he growled sharply.  His shoulders rose like he was tensing up.

“I’ll let you go since you’re so terribly busy father.  Call me when you have a second or two to spare!” she snapped.  Marinette ended the video call before he had a chance to admonish her for her less than civil behavior.  

Her tablet hit the table with a hard smack before she followed it up bringing her head down a little too hard on the table beside it.   “Headpressing is a sign of serious neurological dysfunction in cats.”

“I’m not headpressing Plagg,” she mumbled.  Exhaustion rolled through her shoulders.  She heard Plagg give a heavy sigh.  Then he sunk on to the top of her head.  Something rough and prickly brushed against her scalp through her hairline.  “I don’t need a bath Plagg.”

“Not a bath.  Grooming and care.  You know this.  Now hush and let me do it.” His voice had a bit of a bite to it but in a strange way it reminded her of her dad when he dished out constructive criticism.  Marinette let her shoulders sag and let herself take comfort in Plagg’s action.

She pulled her head off the table and gingerly plucked Plagg from her head.  Marinette cradled him in her arms against her face.  His purrs rumbled deep from his tiny body as if he were a lot bigger than the length of her hand.   “Thanks Plagg.”

“No problem kitten.”

“I just don’t understand why Papa acts as though his entire family has disappeared.  I’m still here.”

Plagg shook his head.  “Don’t go down this road Marinette.  Not again.”

“Maybe he really didn’t want me.  Ouch!”  Marinette yelped as she pulled away from Plagg.  Two neat little red dots rose on side of her hand from where he’d bitten her.  She shook it out and glared at Plagg.  He glared right back at her with zero remorse.

“We both know that isn’t true.  Your stick in the mud old man might not be able to see what he has right in front of him through his grief but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love or want you anymore.  He needs time.”

I need his time!” Marinette hissed.  She crossed her arms over his chest.  “If he won’t notice me the normal way then I guess I need to resort to extreme means… again.”

She raised her silver ring into the air.  A smile spread across her lips.  A matching smile grew on Plagg’s.  “That’s my girl.  It’s hard to ignore someone that’s holding a shiny stone the size of the mayor’s head.  You do know that your partner’s kwami doesn’t approve of you right?”

“Sourire?” she asked.  “Yeah, but that clumsy bug himself doesn’t think too little of me not with his silly jokes and horrible puns.”

Plagg flew in close to her again.  He clung on to her fingers as he looked up at her.  “Any ideas for tonight’s heist?”  

“Remember how Chloe mentioned that rumor about Dior’s new jewelry line being premiered on the runway at Paris Fashion Week?” smirked Marinette.

“Oohh!  Go on…”

“According to Papa it isn’t just a rumor.  The newest line is being stored at their headquarters here in Paris.  Kept safe and sound until fashion week under lock and key.”

“And several armed guards?” asked Plagg, sounding hopeful.

Marinette nodded.  “Oh yes… in the ballpark of ten by the vault itself.”

“You sneaky girl.  You’ve already cased the joint haven’t you?”

She gave a shrug.  “I do a lot when you’re napping in the bottom of my bag.”

“Oh yes, Tikki would have a heart attack if she knew about this.  This is going to be fun!”

“That’s the idea.”

Well, that and getting back at her dad for practically ignoring her.  That felt pretty sweet.

“You are literally the ‘dating Catwoman’ cliche from that website your classmate likes to frequent,” Plagg told her with a gleeful expression.

Marinette blushed at the mention of Adrien Dupain-Cheng.  She scratched the back of her neck before shaking her head.  “Any plans on what you’re going to do with such a treasure?”

“I assume that once the police have exhausted all their leads and can’t find anything they’ll offer a reward.  I’m sure there’s at least one needy family that can stumble across a necklace with a diamond the size of the mayor’s head.  They’ll put that reward money to good use I’m sure.”

“You’re a such good girl at heart kitten.”

“I love you too Plagg,” Marinette giggled.  She held her hand up.  “Claws out!”

When the electricity cleared, Sans Lune stood in Marinette Agreste’s place.  She looked towards Paris’s darkening sky line.  It was supposed to be a moonless night tonight.  Perfect for a wayward cat to run off some frustration and play.

The Labyrinth Chapter 25

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin

Length: 2.3k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along.

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anonymous asked:

pLEASE write out some arranged marriage au's for perc'ahlia. i BEG you

literally all you have to do is ask, so long as you don’t mind a summary of ideas rather than actual fics because…..i would die if i tried. but i have many ideas regarding these two and marriage, and quite a few are arranged marriages. let’s see….

You have your classic arranged marriage, based on a timeline where the de Rolo family is alive and Vax and Vex are far more controlled by their father’s wishes. I like to think of this one as the left overs idea, seeing as it’s founded on the principles of Frederick and Johanna having to arrange a marriage for their third child who will not go out courting, and Syldor having to make a match for Vex before he can feasibly find a future husband for Velora. The deal is struck after months of arguing, when Vex finally agrees to marry some little lordling from the north because, well, the rumors about him are that he can’t be bothered about a wife, so he ought not to mind one that spends more time in the woods than by his side, right? And she’s heard Whitestone is lovely if chilly and distant (thought, really, that’s a virtue when it comes to getting as far from Syngorn as possible, and she even gets to take Vax with her).
They meet as proper nobility and this would be the fic in which Percy politely offers to cut his finger on the sheets. Instead, they stay up most of the night with Percy carefully explaining Whitestone’s traditions and Vex explaining how rubbish some of that is, and the maid finds them asleep against each other in the morning, still propped up against the headboard in casual day clothes, a map and what looks like half a written and scribbled-over argument in parchment pieces strewn across the bed. She’ll have to be checking the linens later, then.

Then we have the canon-compliant arranged marriage that I have seen written in some form or another, where Vex was supposed to be married off to Percy, but then of course the Briarwoods happened and Byroden happened and it never got all worked out. This idea mostly involves me wanting to write Vax being an ass about it on principle and/or Cassandra casually mentioning Percy’s betrothed, which causes a whole slew of confusion and one ill-fated quest to make sure he isn’t still engaged (which of course he is) because Percy really does not want to be engaged to anyone but Vex (which of course he isn’t). The endgame of this whole comedy of errors being Vex holding the papers legally binding them hostage, while Percy tries to grab them back because “It ought to be our choice, I don’t want to push a deal on you that you had no say in.” “Oh, so you’re not interested in making deals you don’t know the full repercussions of now, hm?” “I’m not - It’s not the repercussions I’m working about, it’s - I’d rather make this deal with you - give me the damn papers, Vex!”

I also have this idea for something very Swan Princess-esque where Vex and Percy grew up knowing they were going to be married, but then i also have this love of doing things a little backwards. So Percy is the one who starts falling in love first - in tiny inches, with the way Vex stands straight and tall with her brother when they’ve gotten in trouble again, with her laugh when it’s soft and light and then also when it’s too loud and sudden and she sometimes looks as though it’s caught her by surprise. He falls in love with her messy braid and the feathers in it, her awful-sounding Abyssal and the way it makes their tutors cringe, her insistence on keeping both a pet bear and a table full of cosmetics, the both of which she learns to wield and treasure for how they keep her safe and happy.
Vex, on the other hand, feels only a grudging sort of friendship. Sure, Percy’s alright. He’s clever enough and polite and stopped trying to lock her and Vax out of his rooms years ago (for all the good it ever did him when Vax was more than happy to pick said locks). And Vex knows she’s going to marry him one day, and that will be fine, but she doesn’t expect him to have grown to tall over a year. She doesn’t expect him to have a jawline she can see her lips following or eyes that beg to go darker with passion, and she certainly doesn’t expect his familiar wry grin to punch the breath from her chest when it’s directed at her now. He shows her the siege arrows he’s made (”They’re much more powerful than the exploding ones, you see. You’ll have to test them, but I’ve also had an idea for something like a grappling arrow that I’d like to try if you’re willing to give me some input.”) and Vex remembers the things he’s made and done for her and all the times she never thanked him and he never seemed to mind, and oh. Well. There’s an idea. Perhaps he loves her, and Vex finds herself a little in love with the thought.

The last thought I’ve had is angst-ridden and only half-formed, but it begins with the Briarwoods deciding to marry off the surviving de Rolos instead of Percy escaping, and he gets shipped to Syngorn. Vex is determined to hate him, just like everything Syldor has ever brought into their lives, but he’s so damn fragile when he arrives, and Vex has never been able to walk away from broken things. He’s her husband, yes, but Vex does a lot more of being his only friend than being a wife, and Percy slowly opens up. The twins are not nearly as bad as he’d dreaded and it’s certainly better than staying trapped in his old home, shadowed by monsters and wraiths, or chained in the dungeon and left to Anna’s tender mercies. He behaves because of Cassandra, but she is also why he never can quite enjoy his new life. Vex catches him, eventually, in a moment where he seems to be truly happy for once - and a breath-taking sight that is, when he’s creating and thinking, beautifully vibrant and casually sharp-tongued - just before he catches himself out and remembers to be quietly miserable.
“Tell me what you’re thinking about when you do that,” Vex insists. “What is it that always makes you force yourself to look guilty for enjoying things.”
Percy tells her, in halting, almost forgotten and definitely avoidant sentences, about his home and the people who took it from him, about the sister he left behind and why he’s never on anything less than his best behavior. Because if word ever gets back that he isn’t, it will be on Cassandra’s head.
“Well,” Vex says, after she’s swallowed down the impulse to simply hold Percy as close and as tightly as she can. “Let’s go get Vax. If we have to go liberate our city, we’ll need him.”
“You don’t have to get involved,” Percy tries. “It’s my problem, not yours.”
“By law, it’s half mine,” Vex says, flippant in the way she knows gets across how serious she really is. “The problems and all. That’s marriage, darling.”
It’s the first time Percy says he loves her, so quietly any human wouldn’t have caught it, but luckily, Vex is half elf.

One of the great principles of the Torah and of Jewish life generally is accountability – for behavior, speech, actions and even thoughts. The Talmud phrased it succinctly: “Human beings are always accountable and liable for their actions.” We have a concept in the Talmud that one can be found not to be liable for actions caused by human negligence or mistakes by an earthly court but still be liable in the heavenly court, which judges all of our behavior.
As human beings we hold ourselves to a far less stringent standard of
behavior and liability. But Heavenly judgment, which knows our true
capabilities and potential, holds us to its lofty standard of accountability.
—  Rabbi Wein
Save Room - Chapter 1 - asbestosghost - Check Please! (Webcomic) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Edited it a bit, got my AO3 invite, made the thing happen!

Chapter ½
Rating: T+
Words: 1.9k
Tags: Eric Bittle/Jack Zimmerman, celiac Bitty, diabetic Jack, there’s some hospital, slightly less believable Bitty baking behavior, Check Please AU, some possibly romantic roughhousing, teasing, dessert angst

They’re both in Bitty’s bed, Jack in relentless support mode, and Bitty inconsolable. Jack kisses Bitty’s head, but the smaller boy is far too trapped in his brain to detect its gentleness. “It’s all gone now. Have you ever tasted gluten-free desserts?”

Jack kisses away his tears. “I’d eat it if you made it, Bits.”

“Wet sand,” he moans. “It all just falls apart without flour.”

The Mysterious Miranda (Chapter 9)

pairing: lin manuel miranda x reader, daveed diggs x reader

summary: Your cousin Anthony drags you along to one of his neighbor’s infamous parties with his girlfriend, keeping you from a night in. Mr. Miranda, the host, is a mysterious man, but that isn’t the part that gets to you.

warnings: a tad bit of angst, my best portrayal of a 1920s hospital, like one swear word, some really sweet fluffy moments, you’ll probably hate me by the end

words: 3883

a/n: “Damn Rebekah, it took you long enough!!” i know, i know, it took me an awful long time to get this finished, but I am unbelievably proud of it and excited to share it. It hardly resembles The Great Gatsby at this point, but oh well.  

I had to do a ton of research for it and need to thank @digging-daveed for helping me out with ideas, I had no idea where to go from TMM8 until she helped me out. @psychedemigod gave me the idea for one of the cute little moments in here, and @secretschuylersister made sure everything made sense as always. they’re all the best, a million thanks to them. 

Ed Sheeran’s “Happier” helped with some inspiration for the last 600ish words because it was just? Fitting? so listen to that on repeat while you read this if you want. 

If you want to be tagged in the next parts, just shoot me an ask!

tags: @isis278 @21phantasticromances @dvddggs @l-nmanuel @bluesnowyangel @hamrevolution @hell-yes-puns-and-ships @accidentally-impeccable @paintingpetrichors

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“You’re-I’m sorry, what?” You sputtered with wide eyes after a moment of letting his words sink in.

Daveed slowly approached the bed, his eyes softer than you’d ever seen, and his lips twitched into a sort of smile. “I’m in love wi–”

You held a hand up to stop him from continuing, pursing your lips together before speaking. “I-I heard you, Daveed.” You moved your hand to rub the back of your neck and swallowed the lump in your throat. “What would you like me to say?”

“I’d like you to stop seeing Mr. Miranda.”

For just a minute, you waited for a sign that he was joking but when no such sign came, you laughed out loud at the ridiculous request. “You’re crazy!”

“Excuse me?” Daveed raised both of his eyebrows in disbelief.

“I said that you’re crazy, Daveed! Why, in heaven’s name, would I leave the father of my child and the man I’m in love with? I may be unhappy with his recent behavior, but I still love him.”

“On account of me being in love with you.”

“Not a chance in hell! My child deserves a father that will love him or her. You’ve proven that you can’t be a good father.”

“Nevertheless, I’m your husband!”

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anonymous asked:

Hi. I work in a research setting and I often see autistic children of elementary-school age. Sometimes I have kids who are difficult to manage because they appear to be having tantrums/meltdowns. But being a NT with no prior experience with autistic children, I find it difficult to distinguish between behavior that stems from them being autistic and wanting to adjust their environment to make it less uncomfortable, and behavior that might just be a six year old acting out (e.g yelling words 1/2

/phrases over and over, pushing chairs around without concern for surroundings, throwing assessment materials, etc.). I’m often at a loss as to whether or not the behavior needs reprimanding, and I wonder if I’m doing wrong as the adult by keeping silent, ignoring the behavior and assuming they need to ‘act out’ in this way to reduce anxiety. I want to be sensitive to their needs but still be in control of the situation as the adult. Can you please advise me? Thanks 2/2

The first, and hardest, thing to do is make sure that you understand the difference between a tantrum and a meltdown. In the most simple terms, tantrums are about things that a child wants. Meltdowns are about things that a child needs. The differences may seem subtle at first, but when you know what to look for they are usually fairly easy to differentiate.

  • Tantrums (are about wants)
    • Goal Oriented
      • The person has a specific goal in mind.
      • Examples: I want pizza. I want to play. I want that toy. I don’t want to do my homework. I don’t want to clean my room.
    • About Control
      • Is intentionally trying to manipulate the situation to what they believe is a favorable outcome.
      • They are in control of their actions.
    • Performed for Audience
      • A tantrum is directed at authority figures that can give the person what they want; teacher, parent, etc.
      • Will last until they get what they want.
    • Monitors Engagement
      • They make sure that their audience is watching / listening, and will adapt if they are not.
      • Example: If they are throwing things and the authority figure looks away, the person might start screaming. If the authority figure leaves, the person might follow.
    • Monitors Environment
      • The person having the temper tantrum monitors the environment to prevent themselves from being hurt.
      • They will avoid injury, and if they are hurt will likely react to the injury even to the exclusion of their goal.
    • Escalate / Deescalate Quickly
      •  When a person decides to throw a temper tantrum, there is usually a very swift escalation.
      • There may be an explicit threat such as, “give me what I want or I will scream.”
      • When the goal is achieved, deescalates very quickly.
    • Some Signs of a Tantrum
      • Wants something
      • Want is usually easily achievable
      • Access to want is denied by another
        • Example: An authority figure saying they cannot play
        • Example: Another child refusing to share a toy
      • May be threat of tantrum
        • Example: If you don’t X, I will Y
  • Meltdowns (are about needs)
    • Not Goal Oriented
      • May not know what they need.
      • Usually the result of overstimulation
    • Loss of Control
      • Fight or Flight Response.
      • May not respond at all to stimuli outside of meltdown.
      • May not end immediately when source stimuli removed.
    • Not Performative
      • Usually directed at self.
      • Will last at least until offending stimulus is resolved
    • Does not Monitor Engagement / Environment
      • Will not seek engagement.
      • May engage if forced to.
      • May react violently to forced engagement.
      • May engage in self injurious behaviors.
      • Likely unaware of surrounding dangers.
    • Escalation Varies / Deescalate Slowly
      • Escalation may be fast.
        • Example: Sudden nose like fire alarm.
      • Escalation may be slow.
        • Example: Bothersome tag in clothing.
      • Deescalation is usually slow.
        • Removal of or from stimuli may not trigger deescalation initially.
        • Meltdown may be self-supporting trigger of meltdown
        • Recovery usually takes time
      • Some Signs of Meltdowns
        • Change in engagement.
          • Example: Staring at nothing.
        • Change in behavior.
          • Example: Rocking, fidgeting, or otherwise stimming
        • Expresses unrealistic needs
          • May be nonspecific
            • Example: Vague request to make it stop.
          • May be unattainable
            • Example: Stop it from raining.
        • Expresses fear of stimuli.
        • Expresses pain from stimuli.
          • May be counterintuitive
          • Example: A soft repetitive hum from a fan that is “painful” to hear, causes a headache or stomachache, makes their skin crawl.
        • Triggers signs of mental illnesses or other neurological states.
          • May appear as part of slow or quick escalation
          • Body Focused Repetitive Behaviors.
          • Obsessions / Compulsions.
          • Tics.
          • Impulsive behaviors.
          • Malaise. 
          • Worry or fretting.
          • Other general signs of depression or anxiety.

Tantrums are usually expected in the age range of about 2 to 6 years old, but as autistics are developmentally disabled, it is possible for this to extend to any age, depending on the specific autistic.

To complicate it more, in some autistics expressing extremes of emotion is in and of itself a meltdown trigger. Something that begins as a tantrum can become a meltdown for a variety of reasons, though I would say this isn’t too incredibly common unless the autistic in question has emotionally triggered meltdowns over other emotions as well.

So yeah. That’s a lot of information there, I’m sure. Hopefully this breakdown will help! If you have any more questions please feel free to send me another ask.

y’all probably know this but it bears repeating bc i sometimes get anons that don’t seem to see whizzer’s lifestyle as normal for the time (given his sexuality, age, and where he lives). while whizzer is definitely a well-rounded character, there are several behaviors that say less about him as an individual and reflect more on the gay liberation movement of the 70s. for example, it wasn’t remarkable for a young, handsome man like whizzer to drink heavily/do drugs, party a lot, and lose track of how many sexual partners he’d had in a week. it wasn’t expected of him to be in a monogamous relationship. it wasn’t abnormal that he’d mooch off of richer men in exchange for (presumably) being their sexual partner and arm candy. all those behaviors point less to whizzer’s character and more to the archetypal young gay man in new york city in the 70s. so yeah, those are just my thoughts about that

How RFA members react to a kuudere!MC

Kuudere: a person that’s usually emotionless and acts cold towards people at first glance 


 - a bit hesistant towards her at first

 - would still try to get along with her by making small talks about his daily life and gaming

 - even if MC’s reply is kind of short and in monotone, he knew that she will always be listening to him

 - when they got to knew each other better, he began to make simple touching gestures like petting her head

 -sooner or later, when MC finally makes a small smile, he blushes for a bit

 -“You should try to smile more MC! Of course, only when we’re alone :)" 


-Seeing MC being emotionless most of the time fueled up his attempt at getting her to smile or giggle 

-Of course, he would try to come less at his narcissitic behavior

 -Talks about his passion towards acting at first and sometimes persuade her to watch his musicals through DVDs and theatres

 -When he catches a glimpse of her surprised reaction, he knew that he was going to the right direction 

-One day, he decides to recite one of his scripts with exaggerated voices/facial features and she laughs for a bit 

- Immediately tackles MC into a hug, "You look so cute doing that, babe. I’ll definitely try to make you laugh more.”


 -She would be worried whether she could get along with her -Since MC literally has the same emotionless face as Jumin does 

- When she knew that MC doesn’t….smile much, she will make a small attempt to make her express more emotions 

-like simply hanging out with her in the shopping mall, park, cinema, you name it 

-When they came across a comedy movie, she finally hears MC’s small chuckling

 -“Seeing you laugh like that…makes me want to see them more.” She whispers to herself


 -He would be really confused at first, since he rarely came across women that has no expressions on the outside 

-It took him some time to realise that MC is just like him -So he has no choice but to find Seven through the app for some advices

 - ‘how do i make MC laugh? 'Umm, maybe some pick-up lines or a simple pun?’ 

-one day, while he was having a small conversation with her, he simply blurted it out randomly and it made her laughed like crazy 

- can you take me to the vet, because you just took my breath away 

-He blushes like a red tomato at his ’failed’ attempt and MC could only reply him with further chuckling 


 -Since MC is similar to Saeran, he knew the perfect way to get her smiling

 -memes, text posts from tumblr, funny videos, you name it 

-Seeing that she didnt even bulge a bit, he was surprised at her endurance 

 - Saeran was already dying from laughter at that point 

-But during some random occasion, he accidentally touched her exposed knee and it made her giggle for like a sec 

-He immediately captures the perfect chance and tickles her waist, which left a lot of reaction from her 

-“Aww…you’re ticklish? I’ll do that everyday from now on!”

 - while she was flailing she accidentally punched him with her elbow and he never did that again

there will be people who use you. they are good at getting close so you care about them. when they see your scars, they’ll flash their own. you will feel kin to them. you know what it is to struggle with things.

and at first you think: they’ll help me if i help them.

but it doesn’t happen. you love them deeply so you always pick up the phone. it doesn’t matter that you have a test the next day or that you’re going through things of your own. you support them.

they are good at pretend. they will play like they are your friend, so you endlessly give to them. after a while you realize: it really doesn’t matter what’s happening in your life, some more pressing emergency is always happening to them. it is a hard thing to recognize, because you don’t want people to hurt like you do. 

i have a friend who never asks me if i’’m okay. she only ever texts me to tell me she wants to die, but never goes to therapy or does any of the things i tell her to do to help herself. once when i came back from my grandfather’s funeral she demanded to know why i’d been gone, and when i explained, she said that without me, she’d almost passed out of this world. i had to lay down on the floor; nothing made sense anymore. i want her to get better. i want to help.

but there are people out there who will use you. who don’t care about getting better, they care about you giving up your time, your effort, your everything. until you are drained of it. i don’t mean those who give back, who will gladly do anything for you, who you know you can trust. who you don’t mind giving up the test for, because you know they’d do the same in a similar spot.

i mean those who don’t know you. who pretend that they care about you but are using your empathy as a sore spot. who take more than they need. who demand your attention all of the time but don’t care if you bleed.

Learning How to Love Chapter Seven, Day Nine Part Two: Ultimatum

Hello everyone! As promised, here is the next chapter of Learning How to Love! It’s been a long time, and I’m terribly sorry for that. To those of you that may be uncertain as to whether or not I plan to continue this fic, know that no matter how long it may take me to complete each chapter I have no intention of giving it up.

Also side note, Cheritz is a blessing. I played the April Fool’s Day dlc as soon as it came out, and it gave me some much need laughter. To any of you uncertain about whether it’s worth playing, I assure you it most certainly is. (spoilers ahead) Everybody deserves to witness Jumin hocked up on catnip and chasing laser pointers I think I had actual years added to my life holy crap. I still can’t believe he got Zen to eat cat food I’m dead Jumin is everything protect my playful boy.

Note: As always, MC will be referred to as MC in this story in the third person instead of blanks or Y/N. In addition, this story contains minor spoilers for Jumin’s route.

As usual, thank you so much to all who have read/liked/reblogged/replied to my original posts. I am beyond grateful for all the wonderful reactions and excitement that followed my previous chapters.

Please don’t hesitate to let me know if you’d like me to tag you in future chapter posts, as I am more than happy to do so!

To those of you who haven’t read the first chapters of LHTL or the Vampire Jumin fic and would like to, here are links to each:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Vampire Jumin: Of Secrets and Love

Vampire Jumin NSFW

Our precious manchild is growing up!

Chapter Seven, Day Nine Part Two: Ultimatum

The day began on a rather unsettling note, with Seven instructing MC what to do should he not return from their ‘picnic’ within five hours of his leaving the chatroom. Perplexed and alarmed, MC demanded he be safe and take care wherever they were before she wished him the best of luck. Shortly after he exited the messenger, Jaehee appeared with equal concern about his behavior, though there was a healthy level of exasperated skepticism that accompanied it. Though MC was aware Seven was prone to histrionics, she couldn’t help but worry with so little information about what was happening on their end.

MC then asked about how Jumin was doing, hoping her gentle nudge this morning would help him get through the day’s tribulations without her. Jaehee explained that he had gotten in touch with her and said he would be at the office soon; as he had chosen to complete a quick errand before going. She went on to mention that Director Han was planning to confront Jumin about the Sarah that afternoon, and that she had placed Sarah’s credit report on the chairman’s desk in the hopes that it would make him reconsider who the true victim of the situation was. MC would have to remind Jumin to thank Jaehee for everything she did, the aforementioned gesture of pure empathy as touching as it was practical. Even if Director Han wasn’t convinced, at the very least Jumin would know Jaehee remained on his side. For that, MC was grateful.

Jaehee went on to express her unease about Jumin’s refusal to talk about MC’s return to Rika’s apartment. MC wasn’t all that surprised or worried, as she was more than happy to stay as long as he needed her. She was growing more fond of him with each day, and she had a feeling Jumin wasn’t quite ready to stand on his own just yet despite his remarkable progress. So she simply asked Jaehee to be patient too and give him the time he needed. Jaehee insisted MC try to change his mind–and MC promised to do her best–but she knew this was something that only Jumin could decide for himself. Only he could come to terms with his own fears and discover what she had already known since the beginning: that he could overcome them. Because she had already decided that she would never let him feel alone again in this life, no matter what form that would take. She would always be here if he needed to talk, if he needed somebody to listen, if he was confused, if he was tired; whatever it may be. As soon as he understood that–no matter how near or far she was–that would never change, she had a feeling he would be much more open to discussion about the subject.

Not to mention the safest place in the world for her at this point was probably Jumin’s penthouse, considering the circumstances and the security detail. She had never felt more protected in all her life, and the guards were remarkably skilled in terms of noninvasive monitorization.

Relieved, Jaehee agreed and asked MC to take care of Jumin in the meantime. To which, MC smiled at the screen and replied that she could do no less. After a short farewell, she put the phone back on the nightside table and tried to work on her draft for a while. But her mind kept wandering back to Jumin and Seven, worrying and wondering and hoping things were all right. She barely managed to type out a few coherent sentences before she forced herself to take a break, thinking a change of pace might help. Gathering her spare set of clothes, she moved to the guest bathroom to take a shower and unwind. Under the scalding, enormous showerhead–God had she ever told Jumin he had marvelous taste–she let her mind wander, humming a little tune to ease her fraying nerves. Half an hour later she stepped out feeling refreshed, confident that things would work out okay for them both and that the best thing she could do was focus. After drying off and getting dressed, she re-entered the living room to find her phone blinking silver.

She opened the messenger to find Zen pouting about using Jumin as inspiration for his current acting role. Rolling her eyes with a smile, MC encouraged the endeavor in the hopes that it might help him understand Jumin a bit better. As the famous saying went: you can only understand a man when you’ve walked a mile in his shoes. But before Zen could grumble his acquiescence, Yoosung crashed into the messenger and flooded the chat with crying emojis and panicked words, ranting about how Seven was forcing him to keep quiet about something. MC asked if she should call Jumin, certain that he would deploy any help the two might need to get out of the situation safely, but Yoosung declined. Zen demanded an explanation despite Yoosung’s hesitant refusals, and continued to rail him until he figured no amount of pressure or safety hazards would make Yoosung betray Seven’s trust. Zen then proceeded to guess at their location with frightening accuracy, describing the area in enough detail to leave Yoosung speechless. MC could hardly believe it herself, and hastened to assist Zen in pressing him for a picture of where they were. She understood Yoosung wanted to be loyal to Seven, but there were some instances in which safety trumped lethal promises.

Tired, afraid, and worried about Seven; Yoosung caved and sent the photo. Shoving past her disbelief at Zen’s arguably prophetic vision, she and Zen immediately spotted Elizabeth the Third and asked Yoosung to retrieve her. Zen advised him to report back before he disappeared, and MC felt her chest tighten with fear, biting her lip. Please be okay, please be okay. For a short while all both she and Zen could do was sit there, numb with disbelief and flooded with secondhand adrenaline as they wondered what on Earth Elizabeth the Third was doing in the middle of nowhere. Zen logged out to quell a headache while MC stared at the swimming fish across from her; as if their lazy circuits and unpredictable trajectories could hold the mysteries of Elizabeth’s kidnapping and the danger into which Seven had waltzed with Yoosung in tow.

She barely had time to process before Jaehee returned to the messenger, equally shocked about Zen’s dream and hoping for their safe return with Elizabeth. She came to tell MC that Jumin’s father moved their meeting to the conference room, rather than their original plans for tea. Jaehee was convinced it had something to do with the files she slipped into his pile of documents, but the change just made MC uneasy. Why would he bump up the meeting if he didn’t have something urgent to say? She had faith in Jumin; she knew he would remain level-headed and try to solve this as peacefully as possible. But his father? She had more than enough reason to believe he would not be remotely rational about Jumin’s relationship status.

MC didn’t have time to ask her further before a triumphant Yoosung returned to the chat, attesting to his safety and that of Seven and Elizabeth. As excited as they all were, Jaehee advised that she inform Jumin after the meeting with his father, to which MC agreed. He had enough on his mind at the present moment. If they overwhelmed him with too much too soon, he was susceptible to retreating into himself again. Yoosung cheerfully agreed to take care of Elizabeth for the time being, but he did mention that Seven’s was behaving strangely and driving erratically. Jaehee advised them all to be safe as she took off to prepare for the meeting.

Yoosung was effervescent as ever, proud to be the RFA hero of the day for saving Elizabeth. MC could only smile and repeat what Jaehee said, immensely relieved that they had escaped more or less unscathed. Seven’s abnormal behavior was suspicious and a cause for concern, but she figured that his survival had been more crucial than anything else. MC advised Yoosung to use his energy to keep Seven awake upon the first mention of sleep, her heart having stopped enough times in one day. Yoosung departed with the promise that he would be vigilant, leaving her to play some relaxing music and return to her writing, partially relieved of her earlier anxieties. But without knowledge of how Jumin had fared with his father, they weren’t out of the woods just yet.

Jumin stepped into the conference room on the defensive, approaching his father with caution. “Why did you suddenly change the meeting place?” Jumin asked a few feet away from him, unimpressed by the somber look on his father’s face.

Director Han hesitated at the sight of his son’s distrustful, guarded look. He hadn’t seen that expression since Jumin had been a teenager. “…Because I had something to show you. I heard you were very rude to Sarah and thought about having a chat over tea, but I received something from my assistant during lunch.”

Jumin blinked, though he had a feeling he knew what his father’s latest ultimatum was about. “What did you receive?” He prompted.

“Apparently, someone who works for you must have done some research on Sarah. Here, take this.” His father handed over an envelope, much like the ones seen all over the building, filled with familiar credit scores and financial reports on a woman by the name of Sarah Choi. None of it came as a surprise; he had already witnessed the woman’s voracious spending habits. He froze when he skimmed several other documents detailing her debt under the name of her phony company. Then he closed the envelope again and set it on the table, crossing his arms as his father granted a futile explanation. As if Jumin had no ability to read and comprehend simple data, or understand what this newfound information further intimated about Sarah’s intentions.

“It’s Sarah’s credit report. She must have a lot of debt. And I called a couple places to check myself, and I could tell there are multiple loans under the company’s name.” No shit, Sherlock, the wry thought came unbidden.

Jumin’s reply was flat, working to keep the ice out of his tone at the sight of foolhardy sympathy suffusing his father’s features. “Assistant Kang found this,” He clarified, “although I didn’t know about the company’s financial situation…I was aware of her personal credit situation.”

“Why didn’t you let me know if you knew?” His father demanded, shocked.

Jumin gazed at the other man with deadpan disbelief. “Because I never intended to marry her in the first place.” Because it wasn’t my choice to begin with. “And I was preoccupied.” He added as an afterthought.

“Preoccupied? You mean your missing cat. I was going to talk about your ads anyways…It’s simply too much. Think of the company’s reputation…! It’s nothing to go see the TV’s network head for.” His father looked to him with ample disapproval, as if his son had shamed him irreparably.

Jumin, however, remained calm. It wasn’t the first time a person had decided he was strange, and he certainly wouldn’t be the last. “There was a reason I had to find that cat. You would not understand, father.” At the time it had seemed vital, extreme anxiety and fear clouding his mind. He felt no traces of that earlier panic now, only a steadfast calm. MC was waiting for him. The sooner he could reconcile this discrepancy and finish his work, the sooner he could return to her company. He wanted to live up to her confidence in him.

“A reason…” Director Han scoffed, looking for all the world like a tired parent instructing a foolishly stubborn child. “You care so much about that cat but not about finding someone…I cannot understand you, son.” He shook his head. “All I want is for you to meet someone and be happy…”

He knew his father meant well as he watched his brows crease with worry, but blind sentiment could only extend so far when faced with reality. Not to mention his father’s definition of happy was absurdly narrow. “Can you still say that after seeing the credit report of the woman you wanted me to marry?”

“I’m sure Glam didn’t know about Sarah’s financial situation. And just because she has financial problems, it doesn’t mean she’s a bad person.” His father chided.

Jumin’s eyes widened as he stared at him with open incredulity. “Christ. Are you being serious?” He demanded. Was his father truly convinced that these women, or at the very least Sarah, had no ulterior motive whatsoever under the weight of so much debt? “If I were you, father, I would never let those women hide their financial situation before talking about marriage. This woman is still hiding the facts. You know that she is not to be trusted!” Jumin refuted, appalled.

“This is quite shocking, but we can solve their financial problems for them. Everyone has one or two flaws they want to hide.” His father replied calmly, as if he was imparting great wisdom. “You have to let some things go if you to live in this world.” He finished with a shrug.

Jumin pursed his lips, trying to think of some way to get through to him. “Father…do you realize what you are saying? You say all the wrong things and call it advice.” It was his turn to shake his head. “I am very sad to see that you’ve lost your good judgement…”

“I’ve not lost my judgement. Sarah was recommended by Glam…I trust that she is a good woman.” He seemed so confident about Glam that Jumin had to wonder how she managed to elicit his trust in such a short time. “Sarah may have some problems but we can still accept her. Glam is so worried about her that she barely sleeps at night.”

Over an engagement? Something about that revelation made his skin crawl, gripping his forearms a fraction tighter than before. “So ultimately, all you care about is that your girlfriend is happy?” He clarified.

“Of course, I know that you’re not fond of Glam. But you didn’t like any of the women I’ve been with…It is nothing new.” Jumin was somewhat amazed that his father never thought he had a reason to be wary of the women he brought home on a monthly basis. “Anyways, I wish you’d respect my opinion regarding this marriage.”

And I wish you’d respect mine, Jumin thought with acerbic disdain. “God…” Jumin pressed two fingers two his temples. “Father…I understand why you are acting like this.”


“As you’ve said, I have never liked the women you’ve met. Because I knew that they were never truthful to me…they always wanted something from me.” He grimaced slightly as he remembered a variety of uncomfortable encounters. “So I could never understand the relationships you so desired. It all seemed like making a deal to me.” Cold, empty, and parasitic were the first words that came to mind. “But I respected that you were different from me, so I never said anything about who you were with.” He explained, levelling a penetrating gaze at his father.

“Hmm…” His father couldn’t meet his eyes, something about Jumin’s explanation making him uncomfortable all of a sudden.

“But I’ve realized something recently…after meeting someone.” Jumin began reluctantly, knowing his father would explode on him for ‘cheating’ on Sarah.

And at a speed that would put any ravenous gossip to shame, “You mean you are seeing another woman?!” There it is.

Jumin sighed, hands falling from their suspension across his chest while one lingered at his hip. “I realized what it feels like to have your heart filled after being with her.” He continued as if he hadn’t been interrupted. “Thanks to her, I’ve understood what you are like when you’re with someone. A beautiful woman who understands me and cheers for me…wanting to give her all my love and care…” His lips curled slightly at the thought of her, fighting a smile as he remembered her encouragement a few hours prior. So cute… “And also being irrational and stubborn–being blinded by love–just like you are now.” He admitted with a frown, remembering his less than ideal behavior.

“That doesn’t sound too good.” His father looked to him with a brow raised, perplexed. “Why didn’t you tell me if you were seeing someone?”

“I planned to tell you in time.” He replied easily, as it was the truth. He didn’t like concealing things from his father unless he had little choice. “And…the things I’m about to say now, please consider them words of truth from a loving son to his father.” He tried to break it to him as gently as possible.

“What more do you have to say?” Director Han couldn’t remember the last time Jumin had ever been so open and talkative, or if he ever had since the day he was born.

Jumin’s answering voice was low. “Most of the women you’ve chosen were never ready to truly love you. They were only busy trying to fill their greed.”

“There were people like that in my past, Glam is different.” His father retorted immediately, waving him off.

Jumin’s lips twitched at the sheer irony. He might have smiled if his future didn’t depend on his father realizing that this infatuation with Glam was disillusioned at best. “You were always blinded, every single time…That is your weakness.” He insisted. “Glam Choi, Sarah…both women are no different from the women you’ve met until now.”

“Glam is not like that…! All she does is worry about you.” Not in the way you’re thinking, I’m sure. “Besides, Sarah is polite and bright. The more you see them, the more you’ll realize they are different.”

Jumin frowned, as if he had any desire to see more of them after Sarah’s last ‘visit’. “No, they are not. And you are simply being so irrational that you can’t accept the evidence that’s right in front of your eyes.” Jumin held firm.

“Hasn’t it occurred to you that you’re only rejecting Sarah because you love someone else?” Director Han retorted, equally obstinate, as if it was the only rational explanation for Jumin’s behavior.

Something about his father demoting MC to the position of convenient scapegoat made the blood in his veins turn to ice. “I don’t know. At least she doesn’t try to trick me or do things behind my back, so I haven’t thought about it.” He shot back before he cooled his ire, appealing to logic instead. “When I was upset over losing my cat, Sarah shamelessly brought a fake photo of my cat to act as if she’d found her.”

Director Han looked genuinely taken aback. “I never heard about that.”

How convenient. “Besides, she went to Assistant Kang’s home to ask her about me. You don’t know this, but apparently, Glam was with her.” If he had to be brutally honest with his father to convince him, then so be it. Sugarcoating wasn’t getting him anywhere.

“Glam…?” The word was a dubious question.

“The information I have is easy to acquire.” Jumin assured, revealing his hand. “If you continue to insist on Sarah, then I will make my move as well. I will give you all the evidence I can find showing you how greedy and ambitious those women are, until you accept the truth.” Jumin was frank. “It will be a waste of time on my part, but my relationship with you is important.”

“Stop now!” His father snapped, incensed at Jumin’s flagrant disobedience. “You are insulting me by talking like this.”

“It is the same for me. It’s very sad…that you can’t understand how I feel.” He didn’t know how to articulate the heaviness in his heart. His father’s denial was vexing, but that didn’t mean Jumin was going to enjoy systematically erasing Glam and Sarah from their lives at his expense. He didn’t want to be the one to crush his father’s hope to be genuinely loved again.

His father seemed at a loss for words. “…Sad?”

“I no longer wish to fight with you about such a pointless subject…Can you not understand how I feel?” Jumin implored, unable to help the raw feeling in his voice despite the control with which the words were delivered. He didn’t want to fight with his father, he didn’t want those women endangering MC anymore than the hacker already was, and he didn’t want a marriage with a woman that looked at him as a butcher looks at plump cattle. All he wanted was to remove two variables making everybody’s lives harder than they already were, why couldn’t his father see that?

Director Han looked his son up and down, expecting to find some inconsistency that would prove the man before him an imposter. “Jumin, it’s very unlike you to say that.”

Perhaps it was, Jumin thought as he adjusted his tie out of habit. Grasping the fabric renewed the memory of MC earlier that morning, bright and playful, pulling him down for a kiss. But then, if choosing to feel meant being able to love her, did that really make it a bad thing? “Father…if you feel my sincerity, please accept my suggestion. Please stop insisting on this marriage so I don’t have to dig more up on Sarah… and let me be in peace. As your son…I only wish for this horrible situation to end.”

“…” Taken aback though he was, his father had no ability to deny his honesty. Because for once in the entire history of their relationship, Jumin chose to tell him how he felt rather than resorting to tactical refusal and evasion.

It was uncomfortable, but liberating. “And please, take your time to be more objective about the situation. I’m begging you, father.” He continued, watching as the words that tumbled out of him effectively weakened his father’s resolve.

His father let out a long breath, crossing his arms as he deliberated. “Fine…Alright.” He conceded. “I won’t mention Sarah again, but don’t say anything about the woman you’re seeing now.”

Jumin grit his teeth at the flat-out unwillingness to acknowledge MC, but otherwise chose to compromise. Responding with anger would only destroy the progress he’d made in changing his father’s mind about the situation. “…Alright. I suppose that is the best you can do.” He agreed.

“I’m sorry.” His father replied slowly, eyeing Jumin carefully. “Regardless of what’s happened, I feel I’ve upset you.”

“I’m fine.” Jumin shrugged, hoping to ease his guilt. As long as his father understood this wasn’t what he wanted and stopped strong-arming him into marriage, he saw no reason to remain upset. “I understand how much you care for Glam.”

“Yes…Still, I see that this has been very hard for you…for you to express your emotions like that…” Director Han blinked, as if he was still dazed by the sheer impossibility of it. “I will think more on it. Let’s stop this talk for now, I should be going back.”

“Alright.” Jumin gaze shifted to the man standing dutifully at the door to the conference room. “Please take my father back, chief of security. And…please tell Assistant Kang to come in. And I’d like for all the bodyguards to give us some privacy.”

“Yes, sir! Mr. Chairman, this way sir.” He was glad to see the chief was no longer hesitant to obey his commands, likely due to the sight of his father’s uncertainty regarding the situation.

Jumin nodded his farewell to his father and turned to look out at the city littered with towering buildings, mulling over his next move.

“Mr. Han…! Did the talk go well?” Assistant Kang asked as soon as she stepped inside with uncharacteristic exuberance.

Jumin sighed in frustration, but didn’t turn around. “It’s not over for good… but those women won’t be able to manipulate my father for the time being.” His lips pursed into a white line, the next phrase a muttered afterthought. “Glam must have more influence on him than I thought….I was a bit surprised.”

“Alright…” Her voice was crestfallen at the sound of his partial victory, disappointed her research had accomplished so little. “Will you need all the information I’ve managed to find?”

“Yes. I should at least know about it so send them to me.” He replied, only paying partial attention.

“Yes, alright.” She agreed, her earlier haste and excitement returning. “And I have something to tell you!”

Jumin raised a brow, turning his head to look at her. Her sparkling eyes just made him more confused. “What is it?”

“They found Elizabeth.” She blurted, as if she had been waiting for hours to say so.

Jumin stared at her blankly, electing to process the development later despite his initial shock. It would only serve as a distraction. “…Really? I’m glad to hear that.” He managed before he turned back around.

Assistant Kang blinked at his tepid response. “Yoosung is with her right now.”

“Alright.” He replied offhand, gathering the documents his father left.

“Should we go to Yoosung’s house right now?” She was amazed that she needed to be the one to suggest it.

“No. She is in good hands. Just make sure she doesn’t run away again.” He replied, unperturbed as he looked at each one more closely and one of the older statements caught his eye. Wait a minute…did that say….Sarah Choi? Does that mean…? Jumin withheld a grin. Gotcha. He needed to run this by Seven and the chief of security. He memorized the heading of the page before his father’s secretary returned to collect what he’d left behind in his mystified stupor.

She couldn’t help the answering outrage at his complete dismissal. “What?! You don’t want to bring her home?”

“I said I want to give her back to V.” Jumin explained as he returned his gaze to the evening sky, it’s darkening hue reminding him of MC’s eyes. He needed to finish his work and fact check quickly if he was to see her before she fell asleep. Would she be excited to see him? Perhaps it was foolish to hope after everything he’d done.

“St–still, you don’t want to see her?” Assistant Kang continued, unable to believe the radical change in Jumin’s behavior.

Jumin rubbed his temples. He had just achieved some measure of peace, but there always had to be something scrambling his brain this week. He didn’t want to think about Elizabeth the Third right now. “I feel like I’ll have useless thoughts if I see her. It’s a bit complicated.” 

“But still…” She protested weakly.

“Assistant Kang.” He turned to address her with a measure of finality, changing the subject.

“Yes…” She looked to him, brows furrowing at his sudden engagement.

“I ignored your efforts when you were doing your research… but it helped. I admit I was wrong. I apologize.” Despite his flat tone, his sincerity was warm and clear. “It must have been very difficult for you to find all of that. Thank you.” He gave her a small smile filled with gratitude before walking past her to finish the piles of work surely waiting at his desk. “Then I’ll get going.”

“Difficult…? Thank you…?” She repeated, certain this was some strange alternate dimension. That, or the man in front of her was surely not Jumin. He was being…considerate? And…grateful?

Jaehee walked out of the conference room in complete stupefaction, opening the messenger robotically to let MC know about the latest developments as she walked to her own desk. Though she was still concerned about Mr. Han dodging his responsibility to take care of Elizabeth–and she had no idea how she was going to break it to Yoosung– she had to wonder if MC had noticed his uncharacteristic behavior.

MC grinned at the other woman’s bewilderment from within the penthouse, elated. Jumin was growing more comfortable expressing himself bit by bit, even without MC’s encouragement.

“Feels as if spring is in the air?” She asked, well aware of the change.

“Spring in the air…” Jaehee halted abruptly on her path as she tested them. “Yes.  I agree…the comforting wind that silently comes to you…“ She added, just as the man of the hour unceremoniously arrived. “Mr. Han;;” She acknowledged with a measure of exasperation. The man was surprising her on all fronts today.

“Jumin!” MC laughed at his sudden entrance, delighted. “I heard the meeting went well.”

“MC, here you are.” The words were fond; thankful that she was There in the messenger. “I’m about to leave soon, so will you wait?” MC smiled at the request. Of course she would, she’d been excited to hear from him all day. She always appreciated Jaehee’s updates, but she wanted to hear the grand tale from Jumin himself. She also sensed a slight melancholy behind the words, as if he was certain he would receive an irritated rebuff for leaving her home alone for so long. Silly man, she couldn’t help but think, you didn’t do anything wrong. She was just fine in his absence, spending her time working and preparing for the RFA party approaching in little more than a day. It was sad to see how certain he was that he didn’t deserve any level of acceptance or acknowledgement, even something as simple as a greeting upon his arrival at home.

Jaehee tried to address what Elizabeth the Third’s living arrangements would be again, but Jumin evaded the subject entirely, saying that they could address it later. He went on to mention something he forgot to address at the meeting earlier, telling Jaehee that he wanted to give her a vacation as thanks for everything she’d done to help him change his father’s mind. Jaehee was largely incoherent for the rest of the conversation as he asked for potential dates, offering her time to mull it over before he returned his attention to MC.

“I miss you so much I can’t stand it.” Appeared in his signature blue heart adorned with roses, charming as ever.

Her heart was melting at the sight of his unrepentant affection, as sure as he was sincere. “I miss you too.” She reassured him.

She could almost feel his desire to dash straight home and forget the tasks that he had planned to complete as soon as she reciprocated the sentiment. “Just wait a bit more.” He implored, though she had a feeling the words were more for himself than they were for her. “I have to visit a couple places…but I’ll go there as soon as I can.” He promised. “Thinking of seeing you at home makes me excited.” He added with a smiling emoji before he took his leave.

MC bid him farewell as Jaehee insisted it all must be a dream. She congratulated her frazzled friend and assured her it was indeed real, beaming at the sight of her joy. When Jaehee exited the messenger to finish her work MC’s gaze lingered on the black screen, a soft smile reflected in the low light. She was so proud of him for paying attention to Jaehee’s efforts and acknowledging what would make her happy, instead of defaulting to what he assumed everybody wanted from him. It was a sure sign that he was beginning to understand how to care about others properly, and why it was so important to develop that understanding.

MC grinned at the door. She was so going to tackle Jumin the second he stepped inside.

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Tokioto’s relationship evolution

Because of the fact how many around Otoya is happening I thought it will be good moments to see how Tokiya and Otoya relationship changed by all this years. It is really amazing to see how these two got so close ahhhhhh. ahjkahakhaka

Look it started like that:

season 1

-They weren’t really close and Tokiya saw Otoya more like annoying or bother…And Otoya’s cutie charm… didn’t even work at him…!!!!!! (how possible?!) 

- Look how cold he was towards baby puppy…

Even Otoya himself sees this.. 

- But even then in the end of season it is Otoya who try to reach for Tokiya and understand him and also Tokiya tries to contact with his roommate and explain everything…

season 2

- We don’t see them that often but can notice they are muvch closer

I mean Otoya’s reacts like that for Tokiya:

- And when Otoya invited him for his little festival in his orphanage Tokiya tsun says he will not come… but…

of course he arrived. :D With all his talk how Otoya should say him when he has some worries

plus maaaaaan he gave him such look //////////// melt :D (it is man in love ////)

season 3 

-O.k the most significant the fact that for Otoya tokiya is.. personification of… word cool. :D So he tries copy him. Plus also it is very visible that Tokiya is less annoyed by dorky behavior of Otoya :D and for him it become kind of natural. :D and he got kind of patient. :D Awwwwww. :D 

And season 4…

which season 4 is now like really Tokioto fest :D happy :D (and it is still not the end) 

It started with:

-Otoya was all worried about his duet song with Eichi and… Tokiya was the one who support him as first. He was not annoyed or cold…

He was genuinely supporting him. So warm. :D 

- Look also how amazingly Tokiya talks about OToya…

And most importantly what reaction of Otoya it gives (oh Otoya you are so obvious, plus ahjahjak Otoya blushed already few time for Toki /////, just saying) 

- and then there is all Otoya’s arc… which gives us totally new face of Tokiya, so truly caring and worried an dhjahajhak such precious protective boyfriend… 

- He is sooooo sensitive and observant towards every word or behavior of Otoya… 

- And he is really scared when he thinks something could happened to his precious sunshine…

- He wnet even to Eichi to get to know what really happened… And for me it is really soooooo meaningful that in this ep it is Tokiya who tries to make Otoya back and save him… He is his the most close person. Even it their relationship started kind of cold they grown so close from that moment it become something natural. Ahhh. 

- really Tokiya’s eyes in ep 10 were so ajahakjhakjhaj so full of feels, fear, worries… so real. Like totally different person than cold Tokiya we saw at beginning. 

- He even made his little investigation to get to know about Otoya and understand him. 

-And really he is so so so concerned and do soooooooooooo many for his little sunshine, it is really beautiful… 

- He really wants to reach Otoya’s hand how it was shown in symbolic way in Starish song for Otoya….

And I really believe he will. Go, go Tokiya you are Otoya’s knight in shinning armor he is waiting for you cutie. Look how far you went? You can overcome everything. :D 

If There’s No Objection
Rated Explicit

Prompt-verse: Belle & Gold are rival attorneys with benefits. When one attorney wins a case against the other then the loser must give pleasure to the winner.


Part Three 
Posted for @rumbelleorderinthecourt prompt: Rumbelle have sex in any legal/courtroom situation.



Archie frowned as the rest of court began shuffling out. “Gold. French. I’d like to see you both in my chambers.”

Belle looked up from the paperwork she’d been stacking into a briefcase. “Sir?”

Gold crossed his arms, leaning back in his seat with a sour expression. “The case was dismissed, I hardly think…”

Archie shook his head. “This isn’t about the case. I’d… I’d just like a quick chat with you both. If you don’t mind.”

Belle’s gaze slid sideways to Gold, who was studying the judge with a casual arrogance. Her hands clenched so hard, her nails dug into her palms. The older man - her professional rival and sometimes lover - had been pushing every damn button all day. What should have been a pretty open and shut hearing had dragged out into a complex web of ridiculous proportion. She had stacks of casework sitting on her desk back at the office that were still untouched. Now, thanks to Gold’s maneuvering, she’d be stuck taking care of that well into the wee hours of the night.

On top of that, the case ended up with a dismissal due to a technical error. So, neither of them had won and there was no reason to celebrate in their usual manner. Not that she felt very celebratory at the moment. She was just as likely to claw Gold’s eyes out as she was to rake her nails down his back.

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The First Date (part 1)

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 2,216

Warnings: fluff, implied masturbation, Castiel’s first date/kiss, I’ve never written Castiel before so…

A/N: Written for @quiddy-writes for donating to my Supernatural Seattle 2017 gift!

When he first fell to Earth, Castiel was not very accustomed to human tradition, much less human behavior. As an angel, he’d “grown up” to think that touching of any kind was foreign, strange. He barely understood a handshake, much less a hug or kiss. He often looked down at couples as they touched each other, not understanding why they felt the need to touch each other so intimately. He’s listened to the exploits Dean bragged about, caught glimpses of explicit pornography on Sam’s computer, left open as the man showered, but the only person who ever caught his interest enough to compel his curiosity was you. 

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They’re all asleep. Bee will likely get up around 1 or 2 with a nightmare, but the other two will sleep until 6am.

This 6:30pm bedtime is amazing. The behaviors don’t go away, but man, there are a lot less negative behaviors.

My kids spend 8-10 hours a day at a combination of school/pre-k/after care, throw in various appointments for OT, ST, play therapy and dance class and soccer practice and soccer games.

My parenting style is mostly about moderation and do good when good can be done, and when survival mode is needed to get through the day, that’s okay. My only three hard rules I have for myself as a parent is eating dinner every night together, a strict bedtime routine and lots of praise and affection. Even if it’s splitting a 20 piece mcnugg meal on paper plates, with the exception of when I travel, we eat dinner as a family every single night.

I love these three little birds more than I ever thought I could love someone. If I could go back in time and stop all the hurt and sadness from happening to them, I would trade anything to do that. Everyday, I hope they feel loved, valued and wanted.

I whisper in Dino’s ear that he is the smartest boy in his class. When I hug Bee, I squeeze her tight and tell her how she is brave and wonderful. And when I pick up tiny little MeToo, I nuzzle her cheek and tell her she is loved, loved, loved.

I hope all this is enough.

Take Care of My Lady

Summary:  “ I would love if you did a Simon imagine where his girlfriend is around 6 months pregnant. Just protective fluffy Simon”

Warnings: swearing

Author’s notes: I wrote another version that is much more angsty, if anyone would like to see that one, let me know. 

Jessica sat in the cafeteria picking at the mound of food on her tray. She now spent a good portion of her day snacking or eating. Being six months pregnant caused her to be in a constant state of hunger. She was watching as Simon lectured a new recruit who had just pushed in front of a few women to get to the head of the line. She couldn’t help but chuckle. She could tell he had gotten a little softer towards people since he found out he would be a father. But it also made him less lenient to certain behavior.

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