like anyone would believe

Rebirth of Chen An: Chapter 21

What an unreasonable man; they only met once on a plane. Even if his habits remained the same as in his previous life, these trivial quirks shouldn’t have aroused Ivanov’s interest enough to investigate him.

Chen An’s death should have been good news to Ivanov. It is the removal of a powerful competitor after all.

‘I thought Chinese people are all very friendly and warm. Hey - hey, don’t go, long live the friendship between Russia and China!’ Following close behind Chen An, Ivanov started spouted strings of utter nonsense.

What an idiot.

Chen An couldn’t help but frown. How could a madman like Ivanov be his competitor?

‘How do you say in it Mandarin? We have a shared destiny! Hey, An, how about a drink?’ Ivanov didn’t seem ready to part with Chen An yet.

With Ivanov’s looks and wealth, he really didn’t need to follow behind a man whose looks are nothing exceptional.

Chen An felt a sudden bewilderment; Why is Ivanov following him? Is it just because he share a few similarities to ‘Chen Zhang An’?

But even more perplexing, why is he in the cruise bar drinking with Ivanov?

‘I haven’t introduced myself; I’m Ivanov.’

For a man with such striking looks, he would attract attention no matter where he goes. Ivanov reserved the entire bar the moment he stepped inside, his burly guards standing guard at the door entrance like stone guardians, scaring away all the other tourists who tried to enter the bar.

Without a word, Chen An picked up a glass and took a sip.

His indifferent demeanor gave Ivanov an odd feeling that he was trying to kick an iron plate. Jeering disdain flashed through his eyes as he lightly circled the rim of his wine glass with a slender finger. ‘As is the usual custom of making friends, aren’t you going to tell me your name?’

‘But you know that already, don’t you?’ Chen An replied languidly. He isn’t dumb enough to jump into hole Ivanov dug for him.

He couldn’t quite accustom himself to the strong alcohol. It seems like his sensitivity to alcohol has increased immensely since his rebirth, because in the past, not even a thousand shots could bring him down. In fact, he had once depended on this alcoholic capacity that is as vast as the sea to seal a deal with Ivanov’s father on the bar table.

Whether you are a man or woman, whether you are a child or a senior citizen, all Russians like to drink. Vodka in particular, is an integral part of their lives.

The glass of martini in his hands felt like a glass of poison; Chen An had a restless urge to finish it in a mouthful.

Could it be that after switching a physical body, his alcoholic tolerance had turned to shit?

‘Don’t be a girl, An. Drink it all.’ Ivanov smiled as he raised his emptied glass in his hand, his words successfully provoking Chen An.

Though Chen An appear to be in his thirties, but his soul is that of a man over forty years old. He didn’t enjoy being looked down by someone so much younger than him one single bit.

Especially when he was a champion drinker in the past.

Chen An then did an action that he regretted to the bottom of his soul. He raised the glass of martini and downed it completely.

Translator’s notes:
*Although An is Chen An’s given name (with Chen being his family name), but typically with Chinese names that has only 2 characters, people will address them with their full name as oppose to only their given name. To do otherwise, would be informal, almost like a pet name. So, for a stranger who you technically only met once to call you ‘An’, it is a little creepy.

its like -93519 degrees outside 

anonymous asked:

What would the guys do if they hear their crush say "me? who would like someone like me?" because they can't believe anyone would like them

Aw nonnie this is a sad/cute one. I hope this is alright! 


 - Noctis would be able to tell you were feeling a little glum, and when you had a few precious moments alone, he’d ask you what was wrong.
- You would try and brush it off at first, it’s not like you want to burden him with something like that…
- But this would just make the prince feel a bit useless, he’d really want you to confide in him. 
- You’d take a big sigh, and finally tell him. You feel lonely. You feel like a bit of a spare part. Everyone was settling down, even Noctis had his marriage to Luna. But you were just left on your own, as always.
- “Hey, don’t be so stupid.” 
- Stupid? This would anger you, you just confided in him like he asked and he calls you stupid?
- Noct would see how irate you were getting, and instantly feel bad.
- “Wait, that’s not what I meant!” And it honestly wasn’t. When will this boy learn to deal with his feelings and say the right thing?
- “Sorry that I’m bothering you with my stupidity Noctis.”
- “Look, that isn’t what I meant by it!”
- He panics that he’s really screwed this up.
- “Sure! I’m just whittling away for nothing!”
- “Well, yeah because-”
- “I should just get used to it.”
- “What?”
- “I mean, who would ever like me?”
- “I would!”
- There would be silence as you digest what Noctis had just said. 
- “You…? But what about Luna?”
- Okay, now his heart is racing.
- “We are friends, good friends, but this arranged marriage… It isn’t for me. Look, I’ve been trying to tell you… I, well, like you.” 
- His eyes sink to the floor and he plays with his arm band nervously. Now it’s calmed down he is self-conscious and can’t believe he just blurted that out…
- You’re stunned. Noctis… liked you? 
- He finally looks at you, unnerved by your silence
- Damn, have I really over stepped the mark this time?
- “Noct… you like me?”
- You can see little splashes of red colour his cheeks as he answers.
- “Y-yeah I do… is that okay?”


- Prompto would be heading towards the tent one night, after you had disappeared for a while. He was starting to get worried as to where you were!
- As he gets closer to the tent, he can hear your voice… He doesn’t want to intrude if you were on the phone. Though, it didn’t seem like you were…
- He listens for a bit. He knows he shouldn’t, but he just can’t help it. There was just something in the tone of your voice that made him stay, a little twinge of something like… sadness?
- “I’m not like Cindy, or Aranea, I’m just…not.”
- They are definitely talking to themselves. He realised.
- And then you said it. 
- “But really… me? Who could ever like someone like me?”
- It’s almost like you could hear Prompto’s heart crack.
- No. No no no no.
- He recognises the pain in your voice, he understands the self-doubt, he knows it all too well.
- Before he could stop himself or even think about what he was doing, he’d push open the tent flap and take you in his arms.
- There are tears pooling in his own eyes.
- “You should never, never have to feel that way. Not you. Not someone like you.”
- It’s hard to hear him as his voice is muffled, his face buried in your neck. His grip is tight, and he can’t even think about how forward this might be because he just has to make sure you know you’re loved.
- “I like you, I like you, I like you.” He can’t say it enough.
- His words warm your heart.
- You both sit like that for a while, just holding each other until the tears stop. 
- He pulls away, and gently whispers; “It’s you. It has been for a while now. I really like you.”
- You can hardly believe your ears. 
- Still holding you, he looks you in your eyes still wet with tears, now smiling a little sheepishly.
- “So… what do you say?”


- Prompto would be chatting away about Cindy, as usual, and you would roll your eyes.
- “Tch, she’s pretty lucky.” 
- Gladio would hear your mumbling, and fall behind the other three to walk with you instead. 
- “Hey, what’s that?” He’d ask, friendly as always.
- “Well, it’s lucky Cindy has someone to feel that way about her.”
- Gladio would raise his eyebrows in surprise and a little in doubt as well.
- “I’m not so sure she sees it that way.”
- “I guess, but at least she knows she’s wanted.”
- By now the other three guys are just a blip in the distance, walking back to the regalia.
- “What do you mean by that?”
- “Well, just that I’d love to be in her shoes. It’s not like anyone will ever feel that way about me.”
- Did they really just say that?
- Suddenly his strong arm juts out in front of you, preventing you from walking any further.
- You look at Gladio in shock, to see that his jaw looks clenched and he looks kind of… angry.
- “Gladio…?”
- “Is that what you truly think?”
- You nod, unable to do more and he finally looks at you.
- “Then, you don’t realise how crazy I am about you.”
- Your heart skips a beat at his words.
- “H-huh?”
- He retracts his arm now, standing up to face you.
- “Why else do you think I always let you fall asleep on me in the car? Because I love the way you feel in my arms. Or when I always ask you for help setting up camp, it’s because I really enjoy your company.”
- He would stand in front of you now, the familiar smile you know and love back.
- “Honestly, these past few weeks you’ve been driving me crazy, and then you say no one would feel like that about you?”
- He shook his head, his shaggy hair falling into his eyes.
- “Well, I’m telling you now, I do. You don’t have to like it, I’ll understand if you don’t and I’ll speak no more of it. I promise.”
- He tilts his head, fully smiling now at your astounded expression.
- “Well… are you alright with that?”


- Ignis had noticed you’ve been seeming down lately, choosing to sit in the tent early or sitting in the back of the car in your own world.
- It really starts to concern him, he can’t fathom why you’re feeling this way.
- One night he brings you your food to the tent, seeing if you’re okay.
- You thank him a little despondently, so he sits down next to you and asks if you want to share what has been bothering you.
- Looking into those kind green eyes it’s hard not to start talking about what’s wrong. You knew Iggy was a great listener. 
- So you opened up a little to him.
- “I’ve been watching the others get closer to people lately, Prompto with Cindy, Noctis with Luna for example…”
- “What about it is bothering you?”
- “I don’t know. I guess it just sucks being on your own.”
- “Come now, you’ll meet someone who is just right for yourself.”
- He knows it’s true, even if it’s not with him. Though that thought hurts him more than he’d care to admit.
- You throw Iggy an incredulous look.
- “What? It’s true. You’ll find someone you really like.”
- Oh if only he knew.
- “That’s not the problem. The problem is them liking me. I mean, who the hell would fall for someone like me?”
- Suddenly Iggy’s eyes tighten, and he re-adjusts his glasses.
- He seems… annoyed?
- “Please, do not put yourself down like that. You’re a wonderful person.”
- Huuuuge eyeroll from you.
- “Uh huh, sure.”
- Here comes the generic ‘you’ll get there eventually’ chat.
- “I mean it.”
- “Really?”
- He’s persistent.
- “Yes, you’re funny, gorgeous, intelligent… anyone would be lucky to call you their partner.”
- Well… that you weren’t expecting.
- The fidgeting with his glasses is progressively getting worse, which is unlike Iggy.
- “Why are you saying all of this…?”
- “Because I…” He has to take a deep breath here!
- “I see you that way. And would definitely feel lucky to call you mine.”
- Your heart stops, you can’t believe what you just heard. And he’s looking up at you through those lovely long lashes, and you know he’s being serious.
- Oh my.
- “Iggy…?”
- “I’m sorry if this seems sudden, but please… I have to know how you feel about me.” His green eyes are gazing at yours.
- Oh my.

Scheduling my defense
Trying Hard (Not to Fall)

Day 1-3 of Patater Week!  

Prompts: Getting Together/Proposal/Secret Relationship 

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It’s not like Kent could get out of playing against Jack. If he could, he might’ve considered it. But there Jack goes making that fucking goal, tying the score with minutes left in the third period. Maybe if Kent wasn’t so single-minded when it came to hockey, he could deal with going into overtime. But something about Zimms giving him a run for his money is unacceptable.  He pushes for another goal, it works. Unfortunately, that means accidentally running into Snowy and the net after the fact.

It’s funny how the Aces have a rep for being cheaters when the only time shit like this happens is on accident. Not that anyone would believe him. Kent’s caught under a haze of players when someone lifts him like he weighs nothing. He should guess it’s Alexei, but hearing him curse at Kent confirms it.

“You liking hit that so much?” Tater shouts. “I can hit too!”

Tater’s giving him the stink eye and honestly, it takes all of Kent’s energy to look guilty and not turned on. The goal stands, and he knows he’s gonna have some shit to answer for later. But right now, he can’t get over how good it feels to win. He’s earned this; he doesn’t have to answer to live up to Jack’s shadow anymore.

Of course, the post-game interview is going to have at least one question about that goal and three to ten about Jack.

“We played our best out there,” he tells the journalists. “This time it was enough, but obviously, we’ll prepare for the next one just as well.”

He showers, gets an Uber, and leaves without much ado. He thinks about whether he’s petty enough to say good game to Jack. Kent doesn’t know when he became so angry with him. It needs to stop—he knows that much. However, that’s an issue for another day.

There’s a brownstone townhouse a few blocks from the arena. Kent could’ve walked here, but he figures he needs to work on an apology dinner while he still has time. He pulls his key ring out of his back pocket, bracing himself. He slips in the front door, flicking on the entrance light just before getting tackled by fifty pounds of fluff.

“Vera, stop,” he laughs wincing as the black and white Siberian husky licks all over his face. He’s able to sit up after a minute of wet kisses, “yea I missed you too, baby.” He ruffles her fur, kissing her cold nose. “C’mon, you can help me grovel to Papa.” 

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If you still hate Pewdiepie

You need to watch this to the end.

At this point I’m thinking the only people who actively hate him (not just dislike his videos, but the man himself) have either not been watching him closely or are just jealous and jumped on the bandwagon of hating a very generous man (millions of $$ to charities you guys) because it’s popular or edgy.
I understand not liking let’s plays, but ffs, when you attack someone and celebrate their downfall just because OTHER PEOPLE like them, you have gone too far.

I like Pewdiepie. He isn’t an Anti-semite. Anyone who would believe he is clearly has not watched his most recent videos, and you don’t have to stop watching Mark or Jack because they support their IRL friend. They are literally friends in real life. How many of you know how it feels to be abandoned? How many of you would wish that feeling of abandonment on someone else?

Lastly, I hate slander because honesty is one of my core virtures. How many of you got in trouble when you were a child because someone lied about you to an adult (parents, teachers)? Slander is the same thing, but on a wider scale. How many of you would wish that on someone else?

We need to stop buying into the hype and stop clicking on these shocking, clickbait headlines. All it does is show them slander pays off, even if you click on the link to correct them. All it shows them are clicks, not wheather they’re right or wrong or if people like it or not.

Try to fight me on this. I have piles of evidence to back me up.


these screenshots were takin within 3 seconds of each other. Kim Taehyung, ladies and gentleman. 

anonymous asked:

Hello! I'm a dedicated jikook lover and I really appreciate your blog and headcanons~ your English skills are not bad at all! Could you maybe do a hc with insecure Jimin and Jungkook making him feel better?

aw thank you! I’m honored you appreciate my blog! So here we go..

- Jimin sings all the time, not because he likes to, but because he feels like his voice isn’t good enough

- he stays up all night just to work out because he can’t believe anyone would like his body the way it is right now

- he often stands in front of the mirror and looks at himself, trying not to seem weak or broken

- Jungkook notices that Jimin doesn’t make jokes or laughs as much as he did before- he also doesn’t tell his opinion anymore and Jungkook guesses it’s because Jimin thinks his opinion isn’t as important as the others are

- he knows his guess is right as soon as he sees Jimin standing in the bathroom, touching his face insecurely

- Jungkook can’t hold himself back when he sees Jimin sobbing, touching his stomach

- “Hyung~ ah you look so handsome again!”

- Jungkook stands behind the smaller one, putting his arms around Jimins body

- “Look at yourself..So pretty!”

- Jimin watches Jungkook kissing his shoulders and neck

- “I wish my face would look as handsome as yours does!”

- Jimin softly smiles when Jungkooks hands caresses his upper body

- Jungkook does it everytime he sees Jimin being insecure

- “Jiminie~ Please sing for me! Your voice is so angelic!” - “what the- it’s 3 am, Jungkook!”

- it takes four weeks until Jungkook doesn’t kisses Jimins upper body but finally kisses his lips

- “I really really like you.. Everybody likes you..How could anyone not like you? You’re perfect the way you are and I don’t want you to change..”

- Jimin is overwhelmed by the way Jungkook treats him

(just imagine this happen.. my heart..)

anonymous asked:

1 2 11!

1.  Take a picture of your workspace.   

A) My Tablet! 
B) Wire less mouse! 
C) Tablet pen that hides on my desk 
D) Wireless keyboard 
E) My laptop!  

2. Show your pencil case and what’s inside. 

I don’t really use my pencil case so it’s really plain… I tend to doodle only in pens and markers I find! 

11. Draw a pic of yourself like how you look just now.

Would anyone believe me if I said I only wear chicken costumes and nothing else? The internet is amazing… you may never know! 

teneus replied to your post: Oscar hugging Cerise, “H-hey, Ceri, I-I don’t have…

“W-wha? No! I-I’m being serious!”

“ Well… this is rather unexpected. I’m flattered kiddo. Though speaking of, arent’ I just a little OLD for you? I mean, I know this adventure has been kind of- without- in choices for dates butttt are you sure you aren’t just settling since I’m already here? ”

Tbh what I REALLY want to know is who actually came up with the idea that Scorpius Hyperion “what’s wrong with bread?” Malfoy was the son of Lord Voldemort. Like. Was it the Quibbler? I bet it was the Quibbler.

Mutsuki Tooru’s gender identity is not “up for interpretation”. He’s trans, he is uncomfortable being referred to as female, and he uses masculine pronouns. Y'all are just proving how much you hate trans people by continuing to argue this.
Kaneki hasn’t stated “I’m a cisgender guy” yet it’s taken as fact. Touka hasn’t stated “I’m a cisgender girl” yet it’s taken as fact.
Yet when a character EXPLICITLY SAYS “I’m not comfortable living as a woman, please refer to me as a man”, it’s somehow “up for interpretation? Fuck off.

anonymous asked:

Vmin? And idk if u take requests but maybe "I tried to text my friend to ask for advice about liking you but SHIT I texted you instead"

Rip. thank you for requesting! I hope you’ll like this

Jimin would like to believe he’s a reasonable person, no matter what anyone else would say. Thus he would also like to believe that the meltdown he’s having is also completely reasonable.

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anonymous asked:

What I find extra interesting about people judging the girlband, and louis for that matter, in regards to how much syco sucks is the hypocrisy. Like, how many people have jobs where they LIKE their bosses. Where corporate is made up of wonderful good hearted people. Everyone acts like they can't believe anyone would work with bad people, meanwhile most of us are cashing paychecks by a**holes. And those paychecks are nowhere near millions of dollars. It's so easy to judge what others do

this is a reaaaaaaally good point. 

And like, I maintain that I don’t think Syco is in Louis’ long term goals, I don’t think they’re who he wants to work with. But currently, right now, he is working with them. And that inherently doens’t make /him/ bad and it doesn’t make these girls bad. If they’re the route they see to make it… they’re gonna take it. And wanting to see them fail bc of syco just.. puts a bitter bitter taste in my mouth. 

Holy Shit, I just realized that this means I’ll never have to see that awful post where it’s like “Reblog if you support Gay Marriage” followed by like 1000 people all going “I can’t beLIEVE anyone would SCROLL PAST this.”

You know what I hate? People honestly. Or at least how I was treated growing up and even still sometimes. People treated me like I was worthless and it’s frustrating. I still find myself crying about because I never recovered and I don’t think I ever fully will. Trusting people is so so hard and even in my best moments I never really believe anyone would like me. It’s not good for me or people I’m around

God it’s just frustrating because I’m doing my best and I can still feel that old stuff.

thrivingamongthetrees  asked:

Cjjfuijdsui not gonna lie that one prompt of the s/o not believing anyone would like them made me tear up, especially gladios like holy Frick it's beautiful and really close to home. You're amazing

Asdfghjkl! You are way too kind, thank you so much

When writing it I honestly didn’t know it would feel so personal to so many people, and it’s such a bizarre but wonderful feeling. On all my fics I read every comment/tag that people write since it means so much to me, and honestly the responses to this one have me tearing up you are all such wonderful people. I do hope I’ve not upset anyone though, ily all so much! 

And it’s so lovely to hear you liked Gladio’s, I was hoping he wouldn’t come across too strong but man I just know he would set you straight there and then. Like “don’t tell me no one loves you when it’s plain as day I can’t stop thinking about you.” He’s a big man with an even bigger heart! ❤