now i just need to decide whether or not i'm accepting

anonymous asked:

andreil pda around the foxes pleaseee my soul needs it

my marvelous anon, i am here to grant thine request, with a small side of accidental lowkey renison. enjoy <3. also on AO3.


He did it. He actually did it. After months of constant warnings and threats, Wymack finally followed through.

Neil can do nothing but stare at the flyer in his hand, mildly in fear and majorly in shock. A mere thirty seconds prior, Wymack had stormed out of his office brandishing this piece of paper like both a white flag and a declaration of war. He had paused just inside the lounge, making sure to gather everyone’s attention, before striding over to Neil and shoving the flyer in his face.

“This is for last weekend,” Wymack had said. “I already—don’t give me that look, you know exactly what the fuck I’m talking about. I already signed you up. It starts at 8:00 AM on Saturday, and unless you want your ass glued to the bench for the rest of the season, I suggest you be there.” He had then turned back around and disappeared into the hallway, leaving a room full of confused and curious Foxes in his wake.

A full minute passes before chaos breaks out and everyone starts moving at once. Various forms of “What the hell?” can be heard from all corners of the room. Neil blinks as the flyer is yanked out of his hand. He looks up to see Andrew, his eyes scanning the paper. Andrew looks up at him, and Neil’s heart nearly explodes because this look on his face, it looks like the honest-to-god beginnings of a smile. And sure, it’s at Neil’s expense, but he would embarrass the fuck out of himself at every turn if this was his reward. Andrew moves to hand the paper back to Neil.

“Okay, seriously,” Kevin huffs out with impatience as he pushes through his teammates. He snags the flyer away from Andrew who couldn’t be bothered to stop him. Kevin reads aloud, “The Annual Hilton Head Island Marathon…a MARATHON? Really, Neil?! Is this a joke?”

“I don’t know, Kevin,” says Andrew, his voice taking on the persona of a kindergarten teacher. “Did it look like a joke to you?”

Kevin’s only response is to scowl and shove the flyer into Neil’s chest. “This better not affect your performance at our game on Friday. You don’t get to take it easy just because you have to run 26.2 miles the next day.”

By the time Kevin has stormed out of the building, the rest of the Foxes have commenced their team wide freak out.

“Seriously?! He actually came through on that threat?” Dan is caught halfway between being genuinely worried and dying of laughter.

“Neil…bro…what the fuck…” Matt says from somewhere on his left, placing a consoling hand lightly on his shoulder.

“Oh my god, Neil. We have to be there. I have to witness this historic moment. You finally get to put your insane running habits into practice,” Allison is rambling from across the room.

“Wait, what was Wymack talking about ‘last weekend’? What did you do?” Asks Nicky, unaccustomed to being out of the loop.

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HOME FOR CHRISTMAS

Once again, Taehyung won’t make it home for Christmas.

Originally posted by chimtae

word count: 3.9k
genre: angst/fluff [i know, i’m in shock too]

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Why is Otayuri getting so much hate: a possible explanation

Don’t get fooled by my title, also reminder that explanation =/= justification.

I always try to analyze phenomena and their possible causes, that’s the scientist in me I guess. So I started thinking about ant///is and I was like: but why. I just said in a recent post that Otayuri is obviously not the first relationship portrayed in the history of anime with such a (small) age gap, and I found some posts that talk about how some age gaps in older (and even recent) anime are just outrageous (even when one of the parts is a minor), and yet those don’t seem to be getting any hate or discourse.

But why?

• The sheer number of fans.

The first probably obvious reason is that Yuri on Ice has a lot more fans than other similar fandoms, and it gained them within a very short time span. It’s getting more and more fans every day, so it’s a mathematical rule that in a huge fandom there will be all sorts of people (it’s like a huge sample group), and some of these are an///is. The bigger the fandom, the more the a///is. 

• The particular moment in history in which YOI came out.

It’s no secret that there’s discourse everywhere now, especially on certain types of social media. A lot of discourse is good discourse, but we also need to realize that not all discourse is good discourse. I think this discourse wave has played a huge role in the way an///is have suddenly decided to become active in hating on people over idiotic reasons. It’s like a marketing thing: they saw a discourse niche that was unoccupied and decided to take it over. Regardless of whether your discourse is right or wrong, writing about it is one easy way to increase your follower count, and who ain’t a slut for that

• The fact that many YOI fans aren’t used to anime and manga content.

This goes together with my next point, but I thought I’d still make it two separate ones. A lot of people who became hardcore YOI fans don’t usually watch anime or read manga (myself included). This without my next point wouldn’t give much info on its own, but keep this in mind because I really think that the majority of an///is fall under this (and the next) category of people.

• The fact that many YOI fans are from the US and aren’t used to content not made in the US.

Listen, I know I’m making a huge assumption here, but I think it’s one that is generally accepted within the fandom: most (if not all) an///is are from the US. It seems obvious to me because the US is one of the few places where (though not even in every state, I think) the age of consent is 18, and all their interactions with us non-an///is seem very US-centric, especially in the way they generally aren’t willing to acknowledge the fact that different countries have different laws and/or traditions and generally a different mindset. 

My goal is not to attack the US mentality here, but, again, I feel like what I’m saying is pretty much accepted even by many of my US friends. And what I’m describing is certainly what an///is act like, so I’m just going to keep explaining why I think this is the main issue (and why I think my assumption is generally right).

We’ve seen before how the US (generally speaking) are scared of importing recreational content from other countries and they’d much rather buy the rights to said foreign content and remake it with their own rules to make it more appealing to a US audience (sometimes even inexplicably and with ridiculous and disastrous results). Recent cases of this have been the US buying the rights to the Norwegian teen TV-show Skam and the popular anime Death Note getting remade into a Netflix movie. The US are screaming at the rest of the world: we only want the idea of your content, but we’d rather make it our own than show yours for what it is, never mind that your show reflects what your country is about and how your the customs of your country reflect on your personal (pop) culture. We don’t want your content EXACTLY because it reflects something that might differ from our views, and our viewers won’t like it. 

And I guess they never will if you actually don’t show them what the rest of the world looks like.

I went a little bit on a tangent there, but my point is: US audience isn’t used to consuming content that isn’t made in the US. I’m not even talking about language here: TV shows aren’t dubbed or subbed, the US literally remakes them and remakes the content to fit the US views and mentality.

That means that the average US citizen will very likely find anything that is untouched by americanization weird if not completely out of their moral values. Couple this fact with the previous one: many YOI fans aren’t used to any kind of content that isn’t perfected and polished specifically for their tastes. 

It’s amazing and it speaks for the quality of YOI that many of them could still get used to a different form of art (anime) and enjoy it and even become hardcore fans (and are now probably getting interested in other anime and manga etc), but out of these amazing people, a (thankfully smaller) group of them still couldn’t wrap their minds around the fact that fans from all over the world, with their own set of morals, ship something that in their minds is controversial (just because of a man-made law that not even every US state follows). They don’t care about what the law in Japan, Russia or Kazakhstan is and they’ve made this loud and clear. 

Bottom line: 

The key to this (like for many other issues) is just one:

EDUCATION.

There’s little we as a fandom can do in this case, especially we people not living in the US since we always seem to be dismissed. They send us anon hate and if we reply saying that Otayuri is legal in our own country we never hear back from them. There’s not much we can do if they aren’t willing to listen to us. 

But all I tried to do here is offer possible reasons why this phenomenon even exists, and maybe by reading this someone will have a brilliant idea on how to fix this. I don’t offer solutions, but understanding why and how something happens is always the key for the next step, whatever the next step might be. 

So more on Dexter Grif (season 15 episode 6 spoilers)

Remember back in season 10 when Doc was giving his speech on the good stuff that happened to everyone thanks to Project Freelancer and all adventures of the Reds and Blues? The only two people he hadn’t addressed had been Caboose – who lost Church, and Grif. It might have been because Grif got the, well, Grifshot. Or maybe because he never got what he truly wanted and… After now I think about that a lot.

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direwolfpupy  asked:

show!theonsa & honestly just write something where they angrily make out i'm trash

Sansa slams the door shut behind them, rattled wood echoing throughout the chamber. Her shoes clack against chilly stone as she marches toward her bed. She peels off her gloves, exasperated, and hastily tosses them onto the nightstand.

“Sansa,” Theon calls to her gently. “It’s alright.” 

She spins around, fiery hair falling over her cloaked shoulders. “It’s not alright,” she spits, “After all you’ve done for us—” 

Theon tightens his jaw. He swallows. “I’ve done things wrong, too.” 

“And they haven’t?” she retorts. Her voice is sharp—pithy, almost—and it reminds him of the first time they’d stood in these chambers together, when he’d offered his arm and she’d refused his touch. Except this time her hostility isn’t directed at him; rather, her anger belongs to those who’d insulted him in the Great Hall moments ago.

“Half of those men refused the call against Ramsay,” she continues. The name still bristles against his skin like frigid wind, and it does for her too, he thinks, but the moment passes. “They abandoned us when we were in need. Hundreds of men died, and more would have if the Vale hadn’t come to my aid. We didn’t punish them. We forgave them when they returned to us, allowed them to redeem themselves. But they dare speak out against you for what’s already been forgiven.” 

 “Not everyone thinks I deserve forgiveness,” he responds. “I accept that.” 

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cityofaangels  asked:

I'm a sucker for tattoo shop AUs (Deep in the Heart of Me is my favorite fic EVER), and I can imagine Tony being the manager of a famous shop, and accepting stray artists that want to find a job and are poor/homeless/lost (among which Bucky, Clint and Nat), and just giving them a goal, a home and a future and ARG

Thank you for reminding me of the beauty that is tattoo AUs!!!! I can’t believe I forgot about this to be honest, I used to adore them in almost every fandom, but I haven’t thought of them in ages until I got your ask! I’m unfamiliar with the fic you’ve mentioned–I don’t read a lot of Stony–but I think I’ll give it a try! But for now, let’s get back to this AU.

I really like the idea of Tony being this crazy, loveable owner of a tattoo shop who hires very questionable people under ridiculous circumstances because he’s insane like that. I also headcanon that said questionable people are very protective of their smol boss because of it.


“What the fuck do you want from me?” the stranger snarls disturbingly animalistic.

“Uhm.” Tony stares at the knife—a real knife and definitely not one for the kitchen—and scruffles a tiny step backwards. Backs against a wall before he has the chance to bring a little more distance between himself and Stranger With Knife.

Damn those walls and the stupid people that build them.

He’s going to die here, alone, in an abandoned backstreet. Where nobody will find his body until they’ll have to hold the funeral with a closed coffin. If they’ll ever find his body.

There’s probably a life lesson in here, about how you’re not supposed to follow unknown men a head taller than you and double your weight in muscles into an abandoned backstreet for one. But Tony’s attention is too fixated on the knife to care much about unimportant details like that.

For once, he hysterically thinks, Rhodey won’t be able to scold me for my messed up priorities.

“I won’t ask again!” the man hisses dangerously. He’s got shaggy hair that could do with a cut and a wash, and his eyes flicker with the same restlessness that drew Tony to him initially.

And fine, he probably shouldn’t have followed the guy. He can see how this could be considered “creepy” by people less fluent in Tony-speak than Pepper or Rhodey. Natasha will undoubtedly slap him—gently, because she’s secretly a poisonous snake who’s adopted Tony as this weird, bumbling kitten that will not get killed by anyone but her—for this later. You know, if there is a later.

“I was wondering if you want to work for me,” Tony blurts out because he can’t think of anything else to say. Also because it’s true.

“I’m not fuckin’ work for hire!” the man growls. “I don’t do that shit anymore, so either back the fuck off or I’ll make sure you won’t need anything anymore!”

Alright. Tony decidedly isn’t going to ask what the guy’s going on about. Nope. Absolutely not. That would just be too stupid, even for him.

“What are you talking about?” he asks and promptly wants to knock himself out. At least that might improve his chances to not talk himself into an early death. Clint will not be impressed if he misses is 8 o’clock appointment tomorrow and he has to cover for Tony—neither will the customer. Clint isn’t useful for anything before eleven in the morning.

The man’s eyes—they’re a cold blue that would look a lot prettier if they weren’t levelling a glacial glare at Tony right now—narrow even further, the knife itching ever so slightly closer towards Tony, and nope, not a fan of that development at all.

“Look,” Tony decides to try and deescalate the situation, “You don’t have to answer that. Actually, please don’t answer that, because this sounds too much like one of those I’d tell you but then I’d have to kill you thingies and Natty would not be pleased if you did. You know, kill me. Unless you tell her I called her Natty again. For some reason she really doesn’t like that? But what do I know, women are weird,” he muses with a shrug.

“Right, I was trying to make a point. See, you could just wave your knife around and possibly- probably kill me, which would really suck. Cause I’m not a big fan of being dead before my liver gives out on me and you don’t look like you’ve got another jacket, and blood is a bitch to get out.” Not that it would be much of a loss, with the oversized, worn down thing the man’s wearing. It looks like it’s being held together by stubbornness and nothing else.

He might have said that last part out loud as well, if the guy’s twitch is anything to go by. Tony can’t decide whether that’s a good thing or not.

“Or,” he hastily continues, “you could listen to my gracious proposal, accept it with genuine appreciation and enthusiasm and in two years we’ll both laugh about this moment.” He finishes with a bright smile and a happy clap. Screw Natasha and Pepper, he can be reasonable and mature. He’s not the one waving a butcher knife around after all.

Said knife is slowly lowered by the stranger who tilts his head to one side in a show curiosity. He seems—amused, almost. Or maybe that’s Tony’s screwed perception of reality talking. Clint’s mentioned he has a problem at one point, something about seeing a ravaging monster and cooing over it and wanting to pet it. Which is nonsense, Tony doesn’t want to pet anything. Except maybe the guy’s hair, once it’s been properly cleaned. And that’s not his fault, it looks like it could be fluffy.

“I’m listening,” he drawls, almost like he’s humouring Tony. The joke’s on him though, because Tony is used to being humoured.

“Do you know Stark Tower? What a stupid question, of course you do, but just in case you don’t, it’s the best tattoo studio in the entire country, trust me on that, and it happens to also belong to me. You’d look great with a couple of tattoos by the way, really help round off that assassin-gone-rough vibe you’ve got there, and I’d totally do them for free or maybe not free. Pepper says I’m not supposed to give people things all the time, but you wouldn’t tell on me, right?”

“Anyways, I saw this,” Tony lifts the crumbled paper he’s rescued from the garbage at the café he’s first noticed Mr Tall, Dark and Knifey—and hadn’t that led to a fun conversation with the waitress—and waves it around as if to stress his point, “and you’ve got some real talent with the abstract design there, because this is amazing and I’d want it as a tattoo, wich says something, my taste is fantastic. Also I’m missing a designer because that asshole Wade keeps running off to do one thing or another and I’m not allowed to hire Peter until he’s legal.”

The guy stares at him in bemusement while Tony tries to catch his breath. Admittedly not an uncommon reaction.

“You’re offering me a job?” he asks after a moment in disbelief—and damn, this guy is catching on to Tony-speak real quick, he’s the right choice all right.

“Yup,” Tony nods. He’s thought he’s been fairly obvious.

“You’ve been following me for two subway stations, three bus stops and a couple of dozen street corners to offer me a job because you saw something I’d scribbled down at a café,” the man repeats incredulous.

Tony shrugs. “I didn’t know how to talk to you. Clint says I come on too strong usually.”

“And you thought stalking me would make me feel more at ease?”

“Well, no.” Tony frowns. “Maybe? I wasn’t—but doesn’t prolonged exposure get you used to someone?”

“Prolonged- never mind,” the guy shakes his head. “You’re crazy.”

A pause, then, “I don’t need a job.”

Tony scoffs. “Have you looked at yourself lately?” he asks, mulls over his words for a moment when the man tenses. “Alright, that might have come across as offensive but seriously. I don’t care if you need a job or not, it’s yours if you want it. Just show up sometime next week and tell Natty I hired you and if Clint is there please throw your knife at him, he’s an ass and screams like a banshee.” Tony searches his pockets for a moment before he finds one of his, admittedly worse for wear, business cards and offers it to Mr Death By Blade.

“You’re crazy,” the man states again, but he takes the card.

“Get used to it,” Tony smiles is sunniest smile because take that Clint, he can hire new staff without getting anyone killed.

*

“Have you ever even held a tattoo gun in your life? It’s not a real gun, for fuck’s sake! Tony!” Clint is heard screaming in exasperation through the studio a couple of days later. “What the fuck where you thinking when you hired Bucky?!”

Tony doesn’t look up from where he’s carefully drawing the worlds’ prettiest butterfly onto a young woman’s shoulder when he yells back, “Who the hell is Bucky?!”

*

[Bonus: “You’re taking all this surprisingly well,” Bucky comments at one point.

Clint shrugs. Takes a look at one of the designs over the newbie’s shoulder.

“Tony’s as fucked in the head as they come, but he’s a freaking genius at finding the best. If he’s hired you than that’s what you are. He wouldn’t settle for anything less.”

A moment of thoughtful silence follows, before.

“In three weeks, I’m gonna tell you how he hired Tasha.”

“Why in three weeks?”

“Studio rule. If you’ve made it three weeks without killing anyone, you’re part of the team.”

“Inside the studio or in general?”

“…you’re gonna fit right in.”]



I think I’m having way too much fun with this…

Being Renessmee's Twin Includes
  • Rosalie: I'm naming her Bella. I will not allow you to butcher and mesh two more names. Her name is Carlie. Deal with it.
  • Carlie: Why can't I fight with you and momma papa? I want to show the Volturi that I'm not a scared little girl. Anyone threatens to kill my family, I refuse to run away
  • Bella: Carlie, how many times have I told you? No throwing knifes in the house. You could hurt Renessmee or yourself. Be more careful.
  • Emmett: C'mon kiddo. I'll teach you how to fight.
  • Jasper: *scoffs* It'd be best if I teach her. You get frustrated too easily Emmett.
  • Carlise: Carlie, your growth is more rapid than Renessmee's. Your genes must be slightly different from hers. It could be an attribution to a power we haven't discovered yet.
  • Esme: It's so sweet of you to help me make dinner for you and Renessmee. I feel like you and I hardly get any time together. Renessmee's always off with either her parents or Jacob and you keep to yourself most of the time. Just know that I'm here if you ever want to talk to someone sweetie. You are my grandbaby afterall.
  • Edward: Your mother and I don't love Renessmee more than you Carlie. We love you both equally. She just relies on us more than you. You've always been more independent than your sister.
  • Carlie: I'm more independent because you and mom are always with her and Aunt Rose takes care of me. But whatever. I don't care anymore. She'll be stuck here in Forks and you all will have to leave eventually and I will travel the world once I reach an acceptable age growth.
  • Bella: Where have you been Carlie?! You've been gone for three whole days! What on earth are you wearing?!
  • Carlie: *sighs* Relax mom. I went to Comic Con in San Diego and cosplayed as Harley Quinn. I went to have some fun. Geez, it's like your trying to keep me trapped with you forever since Renessmee started solely hanging out with Jacob. I bet you really hate that imprint now cause you finally have to pay attention to your other daughter.
  • Alice: Carlie, come shopping with me. We never spend any girl time together since you started buying your own clothes.
  • Carlie: But there's a Gotham marathon on today. How about I go shopping with you tomorrow then?
  • Jasper: *watching the Romanian aired teach you how to fight and use weapons from a window in the house because Bella and Edward forbid him from teaching her himself* I don't see what the problem was with them Alice. I have no urge to drink wither of the girls blood and I adore Carlie. I should be teaching her how to fight, not those barbaric two.
  • Alice: I know Jas. But she finally made some friends that weren't a part of our family. Renessmee has Jacob and that's all she needs. Carlie is free to expand herself unbound to anyone. We don't want to smother the girl by crowding her all the time.
  • Rose: I can't believe Bella never told you about periods. Oh wait, I can. Look Carlie, you have nothing to fear. It's completely natural.
  • Carlie: I HATE IT! I FEEL HORRIBLE ALL THE TIME AND I KEEP CRAVING CHEESECAKE AND CHEETOS!
  • Jacob: Why do you hate me Carlie? I never did anything to you.
  • Carlie: *rolls eyes and scoffs* Exactly. I hardly even know you and you're the guy my sister is bound to for life. You've hardly ever acknowledged me before. You've hardly ever spokento me and you have no interest in anyone but my sister. I don't like you because I know that the imprint you have with my sister isn't how you really are or were before my mom even started screwing with your life.
  • Bella: How can you say such a thing Carlie?!
  • Carlie: Oh please. Shut up mom. You know I'm right. You only support that imprint because now, Jacob will forever be within your grasp. Just because you chose not to have him all those years ago doesn't mean you get to keep him around when he's moved on with his life.
  • Renessmee: Will you be my maid of honor?
  • Carlie: I haven't seen or heard from you in nearly four years sis. And frankly I don't want to go to your wedding at all. You know your marriage won't end well. You're in love with Nahuel and whether you admit it or not, you don't feel the same pull if the imprint like you used to. Stop dragging Jacob along. Stop your relationship with him and decide what you want. God, you are worse than our mother. Make up your freaking mind.
  • Leah: I didn't think it would be possible, but I am actually best friends with someone who shares half her DNA with Bella Cullen.
  • Carlie: Oh hush. I'm nothing like my mother and you know it. Now shut up so I can hear Tom Hiddleston say "mewling quim."
  • Seth: Are you sure about this Carlie?
  • Carlie: Yes, for the thousandth time. I love you and I refuse to be bound to someone I met only once. I fell in love with you and that is what I've always wanted. To fall in love, not be bound by fate to become whatever my mate pleases.

troybolton1989  asked:

Shit, I forgot if I asked this already, so if I have ignore it;;; Maybe do an RFA reacting to falling in love with a male MC? I doubt in the end they'd care but I'm guessing there'd be some confusion/denial about it lol

Male MCs! How exciting~

This sort of turned into a series of minifics, but please enjoy~!
~Nao

RFA Reacts : falling in love with a Male MC

Yoosung

  • Thought you were just one of those deep-voiced women.
  • He was definitely in for a surprise when he met you personally at the party.
  • At first he went straight for the cute girl beside you.
  • “Umm… sorry, you have the wrong person. MC’s my brother,“ she apologizes, and points to you.
  • “What? ….OH. I thought… I thought… “
  • He just stared wide-eyed at you, gaping like a fish because he was too shocked to find the right words.
  • You were tall, muscular… and scruffy. Cute, but not in the way he imagined his MC would be.
  • It was the kind of cute his sister would go for, really.
  • No wonder you called yourself “He Man“ in the chat rooms. You were so… manly.
  • “Uh…sorry about that, Yoosung. I knew you’d be shocked, so I brought my little sister along to—“
  • He silences you by putting a finger to your lips
  • Which was a lot of effort, since you were a head taller than him.
  • “You ARE the MC who helped me out, aren’t you? The… the one I confessed to, right?“ he asks in a shaky voice.
  • You notice the tears welling up on his right eye, and you wonder if he’s scared or angry.
  • “Yeah. Sorry ‘bout that,“ you sheepishly scratch at your cheek, too embarrassed to meet his eyes.
  • “Why are you apologizing, MC?“
  • “I’m apologizing because I know you wanted a girlfriend, Yoosung. Not a boyfriend. That’s why I brought my sister along.“
  • Upon meeting his eye/s, you see that he’s now glaring and trying to keep his temper in check.
  • Uh-oh.
  • “Look, MC. You don’t need to do that for me. It just wouldn’t be the same if I got together with your sister and not the person I fell in love with, y'know?“
  • You’re shocked by his statement, but it brings a smile to your face.
  • “But what about the other people around you? Your friends, family?“
  • “They’re not me, MC. And, well, this would take me a little to get used to, but I definitely want you.“
  • And then, he pulls you forward to give you a kiss which ends in him burying his face on your chest from embarrassment.
  • “Don’t let any girl or guy get too flirty with you, understand?“
  • “Alright.“

ZEN

  • After the shock from rescuing you from Unknown wore down, he discreetly looked you over.
  • Short hair, small, feminine face… but why were you flat?
  • “Ah, MC, before I met you, I didn’t know a person as beautiful as me exis—–“
  • “I’m a guy, Zen.“
  • “Ahaha, don’t be like that, MC, you might be um… a little lacking on the chest area, but—“
  • “No, Zen. I’m not a flat-chested girl, I’m really a guy,“ you were getting tired if this.
  • You thought Zen would be different, but he was just like the others.
  • Women and men alike thought you were a tomboyish girl.
  • What could you do? You had a petite frame, a feminine face, and your voice was soft despite being born male.
  • Of course they would assume you were a woman, no matter how much you tried to look manly, short of donning tattoos.
  • So you decide to show him instead.
  • “M-MC, wait! I-it’s too early for this!“ he blushes furiously as you took off your shirt, dramatically covering his face.
  • You were standing shirtless in front of him and he still kept his eyes shut even after you removed his hands from his face and placed it on your chest.
  • “Zen, stop being dramatic and open your eyes. Seriously.“
  • You wanted to see whether he would still accept you if he realized that you were also a guy.
  • You’ve had numerous breakups with girlfriends, them claiming that you were too pretty to be a boyfriend.
  • It was tiring and frustrating. You just wanted to be loved.
  • Watching the look of wonder as he opened his eyes, you closed yours because you were scared of being rejected… again.
  • “Well, this IS quite a surprise, but you’re still beautiful, MC.“
  • Hmmmm?
  • His hands travelled to yours, propelling you to get closer to him, making you straddle him on the couch.
  • “Zen, do you want me to strip lower, because—“
  • “Silly, I know how a man’s upper body looks. I believe you now. You could show me too, but the beast might come out to play. Heh. Come on, MC. Open your eyes for me.“
  • Slowly opening your eyes, you find him smiling and looking lovingly at you.
  • “You… you don’t mind that I’m a guy?“
  • “Huh. I could say the same thing for you, MC. Well, do you?“
  • “No, I don’t. I’ve also only had girlfriends all this time.“
  • “Mmm, same. I’ve never been interested in men… until now,“ he says, absently running his hands on your arms.
  • That certainly came as a shock for you.
  • Zen was interested in you?!? Even as a guy???
  • “Errr… Zen…look, this… can we just start as friends first?“
  • “After all that flirting, MC? Nah, I think we’ll be fine as it is.“
  • Zen had seen co-actors kissing in bathrooms and having secret relationships backstage, so he wasn’t new to any of those.
  • In fact, there had been nights when he stayed up late thinking about how two men could be in a relationship.
  • He was curious.
  • But he didn’t want to play with you and your feelings.
  • He cradles your cheek in his hand and you lean into the touch
  • “MC, those calls where we didn’t flirt and joke around, all those things you said were true, right?“
  • “Yeah. They… they were.“
  • “I’m inexperienced with same-sex relationships too, but I’m willing to explore this with you, if you want,“ he says with a hopeful smile, afraid of you rejecting his proposal.
  • You seemed like you wanted to look manly, after all.
  • But he knew he was falling for you fast.
  • You were the same, but he didn’t know that.
  • “What about your career, Zen? I’m not willing to dress up as a woman for you.“
  • Aha, you were negotiating?
  • “We’ll cross the bridge when we get there, MC. So, are… are you willing to try it with me?“
  • “Risks and all? Well, if you are, then I guess I should also give it a try.“

Jaehee

  • She was flustered when you approached her with a bouquet of flowers.
  • Weren’t you the barista sporting a man bun who’d been trying to flirt with her at Bumping Donuts™?
  • Tbh she thought you were cute, but she thought she was being disloyal to her best friend and Zen if she stared more.
  • Only to find out that the cute barista was you!
  • “Hey, um… Jaehee, right? It’s me, MC.“
  • “M-MC? THE MC??? You surprised me! Why didn’t you just tell me you were the barista at the cafe?“
  • “Um… haha, well… you were getting along with Zen and realizing your dreams, Jaehee. I didn’t think it was important to personally introduce myself until now. Besides, I like it better when  I could support you from the sidelines.“
  • She didn’t know what came over her, but she just started crying.
  • “I’m sorry! Was- was it something I said?“
  • You didn’t know what to do with your hands, certainly not with the bouquet.
  • “You—- you silly! Why would you think that you’re not important? You literally turned my life around for the better, MC!“
  • Pulling out a key while wiping her tears, she looks up to you hopefully
  • “I’d been thinking this over a lot, but MC, would you like to be my housemate?“
  • Man, Jaehee moves fast when she wants to.
  • “Oh. But… but Jaehee… I’m a man… and living together, this is so sudden.“
  • “Why should it be a problem, MC? I mean, I… I just want to have you close. Is that so bad?“
  • She grows quiet after her outburst, gripping the key in her hand.
  • The change in atmosphere makes you silent as well, making you share a few minutes of awkwardness.
  • Sparing a glance at her, you could see that she was blushing to the tips of her ears and biting her lips in embarrassment.
  • So you take her hand in yours, and she looks up at you, her eyes still glistening with tears.
  • “Well, if you really want me to be your best friend and housemate…I guess, I could consider your offer…“ you trail off, giving her a sheepish grin.
  • “I’m looking forward to working with you in the future, MC,“ she replies happily, tackling you in a tight embrace.

Jumin

  • Why is a college student at my doorstep?
  • A male college student, to be exact.
  • He looks you up and down, debating whether to ask you if you got lost wandering the building or to just order security to throw you out.
  • But you had a backpack with you.
  • Were you another one of his father’s mistresses’ long lost children?
  • “I’m sorry, but are you lost, or…?“
  • “Ah, no, I’m MC, Jumin. Ermmm… Mr. Han.“
  • He quietly steps back to let you in, and you wonder what he was thinking as you enter his flat.
  • Jumin was so confused, that he just showed you around the house and  politely excused himself under the premise that he needed to attend to some work at the office.
  • He wasn’t so interested in women because the ones he was faced with were fake and boring.
  • He knew he had a crush on his best friend’s fiancee before, so he knew he was still attracted to the opposite sex.
  • But he found himself attracted to a guy this time… you.
  • Did that make him gay?
  • You were the only one who listened without laughing and spiting him. You were the only one who tried to understand Jumin Han.
  • Why should he give up on you just because you were male?
  • He had to go home eventually, and found you pleading with one of his security personnel to let you go.
  • “What’s going on?“
  • You flinch when you hear his voice, turning to him like a child caught red-handed.
  • “You… you looked uncomfortable earlier, and I didn’t want to impose, so I was telling the guard that I wanted to leave…“
  • “Nonsense, MC. I was the one who offered you to stay over until the bomb threat dies down. I just didn’t expect that a man would turn up on my door, that’s all. Get inside.“
  • You go back the way you came, with him following close behind.
  • The atmosphere was still awkward, and you practically see the gears turning in his head.
  • Sitting at both ends of the dining table, you spend a good ten minutes not talking, only the clink of silverware breaking the deafening silence inside the room.
  • “Are you uncomfortable with my presence, MC?“ Jumin starts, not looking up from his steak.
  • Dammit, he beat you to the chase.
  • “No, but… don’t… don’t you feel the same?“
  • Putting down his silverware, he moves to the seat next to you and looks you straight in the eye.
  • “I admit that I was confused and in denial at first, but seeing you now, MC, I think you’re not so bad to keep me some company. Besides, Elizabeth III likes you,“ he gives you a brief smile, the expression brightening his otherwise serious face.
  • Relieved that his reaction wasn’t as bad as you thought it was, you lean close to him, a cheeky grin playing at your face.
  • “So is the rumor true…“
  • “… that I do gay? Hmph, that’s still up for debate, MC, but if it means I get to be with you, then I don’t mind at all.“

707 / Saeyoung

  • He saw your pictures first and was watching you through the CCTV.
  • It didn’t come as a surprise to him, and it certainly wasn’t an issue that he was growing attracted to you.
  • Well… maybe it was, a little bit.
  • Falling in love was a weakness in his line of work, after all.
  • He had to stay focused, and you weren’t letting him do that.
  • The day he busted inside the apartment to rescue you, he had mixed feelings.
  • As a defense mechanism, he shut everything, including you, out.
  • You decide to give him overnight to reflect, but boy, was he in for a world of surprises on the following days.
  • Aside from bugging him whenever you were in the house, you also went out frequently, and it drove him crazy trying to track you down.
  • You were meeting up with different women every day. But they left crying.
  • He knew, he followed you. Secretly.
  • But he never watches you till the end, because he wanted to respect your privacy. He wanted to trust you.
  • The last time, you went home sporting a glowing red mark on your cheek, telling him a bug bit you.
  • “Bug bites aren’t shaped like hands, MC. I know where you went,“ he declares, not looking up from his laptop.
  • “So you’re snooping around now, claiming that it’s for my safety? Whatever, Seven. Anyway, I’ll be in my room,“ you weren’t in the mood to snark back at him and simply retired to your room.
  • He felt bad for spying on you, but he instantly regretted trying to make up with you.
  • “No, Seven. Sushi isn’t meant to be eaten with chopsticks. Feed me with your hands,“ you command him with a bored look.
  • Keeping his temper in check, he drops the chopsticks and picks up the sushi, bringing it close to your lips.
  • “MC, open up.“
  • Holding the hand with the sushi still, you take the offered food with your mouth, letting his fingers linger inside as you made eye contact with him.
  • He was blushing to from the tips of his ears down to his neck and chest, but he also looked like he wanted to punch you.
  • Immediately pulls his hand away the moment you let go
  • “Stop playing with me and eat your food!“ angrily storming out of the house.
  • He was angry at himself for making you resort to this just to get his attention.
  • You on the other hand, felt like you’ve crossed the line.
  • Was it an issue for him after all? That you were also a man?
  • You swore he was interested. Then again, maybe not.
  • The next day, when he told you he was going to leave for good, you couldn’t hold your emotions any longer, and snapped.
  • “You’re just leaving like that?!? Have you even considered how I feel about it?!?“ frustratedly, you threw a punch at him, leaving him dumbstruck.
  • “Er… S-Seven, I’m so so—-oomph!“
  • You weren’t expecting him to punch back, so you were taken aback, falling on your ass
  • “Well, what about you?!? You were meeting all those women, and yet you kept telling me “I love you“ whenever you had the chance!“
  • Hearing him finally telling you out loud that he was jealous was so unexpected, it made you howl in laughter.
  • “You think this is funny, MC?!?“
  • “Ahaha, no, no… it’s just… you have it all wrong, Seven. I mean, yes, I have— no, had a string of girlfriends—“
  • “Look at you admitting to that. Do you even have the word, “faithful“ in your vocabulary?“
  • “Well, I didn’t, until I met you, actually. Which is why I broke up with all of them when you tried to push me away…I wanted to give this a try, I want to be faithful for once… but… you don’t mind that I’m a guy, don’t you?“
  • He was relieved to hear you liked him back, but that unsure expression you sported made him chuckle in return.
  • He was used to you being so cheeky, it was unusual to see you so vulnerable.
  • “MC… I did tell you that I didn’t mind which gender you had as long as you accepted me, didn’t I? I just… this isn’t just about the bomb anymore. I want to take my brother back, and where I’m going could be dangerous, so…“
  • “So? Are you underestimating me? Seven, I’ll go with you no matter where. I’m not letting you go alone. We’ll do this together, okay?“
  • Helping you up, he envelops you in an embrace, his chin resting on your shoulder.
  • “Thank you, MC.“

Unknown / Saeran

  • He’d been stalking you since you left your parents’ house three days ago.
  • You didn’t know your sister downloaded the app on your phone as a prank
  • That’s why you were surprised when he messaged you the moment you opened the app.
  • At first, you went along with the replies, even telling him you downloaded the app to chat with pretty guys.
  • But then he talked you into going to the address.
  • Assuming that it was a trap, you refused to open the door, claiming that you didn’t see the number panel.
  • Deciding that you weren’t fit for the job, he walks to your location to finish you off.
  • But you were missing.
  • “Were you looking for me?“ you ask from behind.
  • His reaction was slow, allowing you to swiftly pin him to the ground with your knee.
  • You were fresh from the military, and you weren’t expecting to use your moves on a civilian.
  • “Let… let me go!!!“ he squirmed to get free, but your hold was just too firm for him.
  • “I could kill you right here and now, you know,“ disarming him, you continue, “or… I could bring you to the station and let the police deal with you.“
  • It became a habit for you to carry zip ties around, so you whipped one out from your pocket to tie him up.
  • But wait… was he… crying? And mumbling?
  • “Hey, hey kid, you okay?“
  • He looked so sad, and you weren’t really good with crying people, so you moved in closer to hear what he was saying.
  • Bad mistake.
  • He headbutts you enough to be unconscious.
  • You were tied up and lying on a cold floor next to his bed when you woke up.
  • “I figured I could make you my assistant, so I didn’t kill you,“ he says nonchalantly, blowing smoke rings as he looked out the window.
  • He was half-naked and you noticed the numerous scars and bruises marring his milky white skin.
  • “What if I say no?“
  • He shoots the floor mere inches away from you
  • “Bastard, you almost blinded me!“
  • “I could do more than that. I’d take you out the moment you refused.“
  • You reluctantly agree to be his assistant, but you were still keeping on eye on him just in case
  • He never takes you to headquarters, and makes you stay in his apartment, even letting you take a day job as long as you do the jobs he assigns to you
  • Which isn’t much, really.
  • Clean this, clean that, compile the data and wire it to me, etc., etc.
  • He would bring you along to some missions, but those only occurred once in a blue moon.
  • He wasn’t so bad, you realize. He just sucks at expressing his needs and emotions.
  • You both don’t speak much, but you discover that you got along pretty well.
  • Perhaps a liiiiittle too well.
  • There was confusion at first, but after you worked out the knots (and beat each other because of a disagreement), everything went smoothly.
  • Neither of you were the lovey-dovey type, but you would sleep wrapped up in each other’s arms sometimes.
  • It didn’t matter to him that you were both men either, he just enjoyed your company.
  • You never found out whether he was able to lure somebody else into the apartment, but you figured that he might have, due to the late nights in front of his computer.
  • He asked you to make love to him out of the blue one day.
  • You obliged, being careful not to hurt him.
  • “MC, thanks for being my assistant,“ facing you, he lazily caresses your face, his green eyes vivid under the glow of the moonlight.
  • “If you hadn’t almost killed me that time, I wouldn’t have agreed, idiot.“
  • “I guess you’re right. Good night, MC.“
  • “I love you, Saeran.“
  • He doesn’t reply to this, but he lets you spoon him.
  • Waking up in the middle of the night, you find his side of the bed empty.
  • You figure that he might have gone to one of those sudden night missions assigned by the saviour, so you went back to sleep.
  • He always went back in the mornings, so you weren’t worried.
  • But he never returned.

V / Jihyun Kim

  • He recognized you the moment he saw the picture Seven sent him the day you joined the RFA.
  • How could he forget someone as picture perfect as you?
  • He had the habit of fanboying over photogenic men and women alike.
  • You were one of those male models he frequently recommended whenever there were projects he had to work on.
  • He was glad you were now a part of the RFA.
  • But a part of him didn’t want to share you with the others.
  • Alas, his mole work at Mint Eye kept him from talking to you, but he read the logs whenever he had the chance.
  • He would call you sometimes, but those were brief and far between.
  • You noticed how you’d also had growing feelings for him now that you were somewhat “regularly“ talking with him now
  • But you were afraid.
  • You were beaten almost with an inch of your life at one point after all.
  • Only because they found out you liked men despite being male yourself.
  • You were careful since then, only having relationships with women even though it made you unhappy.
  • You didn’t want to get ahead of yourself, but could you be honest with him?
  • You held off and waited till the party to tell him personally.
  • Making your way to meet him, you bumped into somebody and accidentally spilled the drink on his suit.
  • “I’m sorry! Are-are you alright, sir?“
  • “Alright? What do you mean, ‘alright’? This is an expensive suit, this—“ stopping in the middle of his sentence, recognition dawns on him, “MC? What’s a faggot like you doing here?“
  • Breaking out in a cold sweat, you remember the guest as one of the men who beat you up before.
  • You couldn’t answer him, and were defenselessly glued to the spot as he shamed you in front of the other guests.
  • You wanted to cry. To run away. But you couldn’t.
  • He was about to hit you when a hand shot out from behind you and stopped the blow.
  • “I’m sorry, sir. But did our coordinator do something to upset you?“ he calmly talked to your assailant, but the unmistakeable twitch in his smile gave his annoyance away.
  • “Well, aside from your planner spilling a drink on my suit, it’s him being a fag that’s upsetting me,“ he says rather smugly.
  • “Ah, that is rather upsetting. I may just ask you to leave, sir“
  • “Leave?!? What do you mean, leave? I’m the victim here! Why are you taking his side?!?“ the guest was starting to get agitated again, and was gaining the attention of the other RFA members as well.
  • Zen and Seven were trying to make their way through the crowd and Jumin was talking on the phone from afar.
  • In an unexpected move, V steps between the two of you and collars the offending guest, easily slamming him against the wall despite the huge size difference.
  • “I don’t want to use unnecessary force like this, but you’re not even trying to negotiate peacefully, SIR,“ emphasizing the honorific, he tightens his hold on the other man, making him scream in pain.
  • “V, that’s enough, please,“ Zen finally gets through, and, together with Seven, pulls him away from the guest.
  • Security also arrived just in time, and hauled the struggling man away from the crowd.
  • You didn’t remember what happened after that, but you found yourself sitting inside the staff room, wrapped up in a blanket and holding a bottle of water.
  • A worried V comes into your line of sight, and he asks you how you were feeling.
  • “I’m sorry I caused such a ruckus out there,“ you start to apologize, but he holds up a hand to silence you.
  • “I don’t want you to apologize for your sexuality, MC. You can be gay all you want, and I would still treat you the same,“ he smiles kindly, crow’s feet appearing on the corners of his eyes from under the shades.
  • “But… but what if I had feelings for you, V? Would you still accept me?“
  • His smile falters, and is replaced by a sad expression.
  • He wanted you too, it’s just… he knew he still wasn’t over her, so he turned you down as politely as he could.
  • “I would, but…I’m sorry, MC. I… can’t accept your feelings right now. But hey, we… we can still be friends, right?“
  • Bitterly accepting the rejection, you walk out of the party and into the wailing rain.

The first conversation they have about big conversations is that they have them in the first place. Isak told Even he’d wanted to take it day by day, minute by minute if they have to, and Even loves him for it. But he also uses it to not go into those conversations at all; to be able to run from those conversations about the big things – about them moving in, about how they’d divide the costs, about how they have to set up a support system for when it does go wrong. Isak asks him about it once, after they’ve been dreading talking to each other for a week about deeper things than just school, and Even responds in truth; he’s scared because he’s impulsive, and as a result decision-making is not his strongest point. But Isak tells him that he knows, and he knows him, and even if Even is scared about the future and about his choices, he’ll be there to help him there – and Isak wants to hear Even’s wishes; he shouldn’t be scared to tell him so.

One of the first big conversations they have is about their direct future; about their studies and their specific degrees, and at which university. They both decide to stay in Oslo; Isak starting his degree in medicine, while Even goes for his bachelor’s in film. Not necessarily film-making, but it’s a way to get there. To get some experience, Even starts directing his little neighbor girl’s class’ theatre play as a side job. It’s all relatively easy, until Even receives his bachelor’s and decides to take the year off to make a serious portfolio to submit to the University of York for the MA in Digital Film and Television Production the following year. Isak’s not afraid to say he’s not looking forward to them being separated for a year, and Even’s scared a little about him being on his own there. The conversations they have about it are not always civil; they can be biting and hard, but Isak knows he’ll never not support Even in what he wants to do. And Isak’ll be busy too, interning at the hospital’s emergency room, so they commit themselves to a phone call, even just a minute, a day and a Skype call every week. They miss each other terribly during that year, but at the end of the day it makes them stronger – they’re not one person, they’re two individuals with different aspirations; and they couldn’t have been more proud of each other. (But when Even returns home to surprise Isak for his birthday, Isak cries his eyes out in Even’s neck during their first embrace).

Even decides he’ll want to continue working in Norway, preferring to explore his homeland’s industry before possibly moving abroad – and joins a project as a director’s assistant; while Isak works his butt off during his internships. He still prefers the bustle, the adrenaline of the ER and decides he’d like to specialise in that. It means he works crazy hours, and Even works crazy hours, and they barely get to see each other and sometimes it’s even more hard than actually being in a different country. They have a conversation about that once, asking each other very honestly whether they’d like to continue their relationship; whether the way it works now will be enough for them now and later – but they decide it is. They both make sacrifices if they need to; Isak taking a few days off when Even’s manic and later, when he’s not getting out of bed; Even deciding not to take a project so he’ll be home more often when Isak’s coming home, knowing Isak’s mother is currently in-treatment for a suicide attempt. He doesn’t mind, Even gets to brainstorm his next project instead, and maybe, just maybe – this will be the one that hits it big. If not, he’ll always have his directing job at a local youth theatre club to get him through until the next project. They both feel they made the right decision; staying together for each other’s sake, instead of being apart.

As Even’s still a tad scared he’ll be too impulsive, Isak is the one who asks Even to marry him. It happens on a Sunday afternoon, just after Isak had a horrible night at the ER – and Even stayed up all night and early, early morning listening to his thoughts and feelings, brushing his arms with his fingers ever so lightly. Isak starts tracking his finger over Even’s face, and asks. The proposal doesn’t come as a shock to him; softly kissing his yes into Isak’s mouth. They’ve been together for ten years, always knowing they’d say yes but waiting until they had a stable life. It’s the conversation they have after, when they decide on their names; if they’ll keep them as is, or if they would like to hyphenate. They agree it’s too long to use all of their names together; but then Isak tells Even that he wants to take his name instead. He tells them that the Valtersen name doesn’t feel right, that although he’s getting along a bit better with his family than before he still doesn’t feel as cared for as he is by Even’s family. Even asks him if this is truly what he wants, feeling the grief that Isak feels at his family situation, but he is adamant in changing, and Even accepts it. So on the 21st of December; at 21:21, as once in a pool some time ago, Isak Valtersen is reborn Isak Bech Næsheim.

The conversation they have about children is easy, and quite quickly decided; they’d like to adopt, and while they’re aware of their own and their family’s histories of mental illnesses, it’s not because of that they’d like to adopt. It’s because of a little kid in Even’s youth theatre group; who’s been happily adopted by his parents after being taken out of his home by child welfare services. But while they know what they want, it’s harder to say when they will; when they first talk about it they’re still figuring out their own schedules to see each other more, and in the end it takes them far too long to have agreeable schedules to have a young kid. They foster a two children for a while, two young people of 12 and 14, and while it’s not always perfect to have two teenagers with raging hormones around – they wouldn’t have it any other way. They support them through their homework; through break ups; through sleepless nights; through dealing with traumatic experiences; through struggles of gender identity and transitioning – and in the end, after a group conversation, their family of four becomes official through a few signatures on a line. 


  Every human is an island. The only bridge to others.. is through words.

At the record store

I’ve never done this before and thought I could give it a try. I’ll probably delete it in the morning. If you’re reading this, enjoy! :)

It was cold and it rained and you felt like an actress in a music video. Everything around you was a mysterious shade of blue, the sun rising quietly in front of your eyes.

In your neighbourhood there weren’t lives people would take the time to write stories about and the fact that everybody was ok with living a life so monotonous that they would get scared if something new happened drove you insane. Not only insane tho, also out of the city, and out the state and it led you and your brother to a city where you heard everything was possible. As you headed down the highway you saw yet another sign confirming you were getting closer by the minute to the oh so known and loved, City of Angels.

-

“I don’t have any experience but I learn fast and music’s-” you were thinking up excuses and phrases to prove to the uninterested man in front of you that you were the right person for this job. That’s when he cut you off.

“Miss, I can’t have you out there working with customers when I have no guarantee you can actually make a sell.” He was completely unfazed by your eagerness and it was off putting but most of all irritating. But he did have a point. “If you’re interested I can give you something part time, carrying, wrapping, unwrapping, boxes. You can work in the back and help whenever some one needs you”. It was not what you hoped but judging by his bored stare and the fact that while talking to you he was scrolling through his phone you accepted. This and you were willing to work for something that you wanted. Also you needed money.

For the next few weeks your days consisted of your exaggeratedly sugared coffee, long and hurried walks to your workplace, beads of sweat swipped from your forehead with the back of your hand, instant noodles and what you loved the most, the nights. The nights you’d spend drawing until your knuckles hurt while your brother played the guitar beside you on the floor in your modest but straight out of a 90s movie living room.

As time passes you learned when your boss wouldn’t be around and never failed to make your way to the front of the store to try and persuade another soul to buy or even listen to the albums that changed your life.

You were browsing the ‘B’ labelled shelf of the record corner when you felt someone tap your shoulder.

“Hi, sorry, I’m looking for.. I’m not sure what I’m looking for exactly” he said chuckling. You turned around only to be towered by a guy looking down shyly into your eyes, his right hand going through his brown curls. He had that 'I look good even if I’m not trying at all’ look and you were hooked. It took you a moment to come back from whatever cloud you felt you were in, but you put a smile on your face and decided to do this right.

Before you could say anything, not that you knew what, he continued.

“It’s a present. For R- a guy I just met but I know he’s really into old rock music” he was mumbling. Normally it would’ve made you feel more confident but right now, you were too busy thinking about a good album, what could you recommend? Old rock.. Kinda vague. You were lost. For a split second you thought about telling him you don’t work in this field but you soon came back to your senses.

“Um.. what about David Bowie? Do you know him?” you asked him. You hoped he didn’t or if he did that he liked his music. He looked a little lost and you saw in his eyes that he wanted to say something decent, and come off as cool, composed, cultured and he almost did.

“He’s the guy with the, the.. the lightning bolt and..”

You knew he didn’t care what you thought and that he was completely in his world thinking, and so were you, but yours consisted of those damned deep brown eyes and his little frown, that jaw-

“He’s the guy that wrote Space oddity, right?"  He was more confident now. He tucked his left hand into his jeans pocket and looked at you for a second before turning his gaze to the multitude of album’s laying behind you.

"Yeah, yeah, that’s one of his first songs actually, I wouldn’t think twice before recommending his music to anyone” you said.

Slowly becoming you again.

“I think 'Young Americans’ is a good choice” it was one of your favourites.

His brows were furrowed and you could tell he was not convinced. Maybe because he didn’t know anything about the album, or maybe he didn’t trust you.

“Wanna listen to it?” not the best idea you ever had but you couldn’t let him slip like this from your fingers. You gathered your courage and looked him in the eyes as soon as you finished your question.

“Now?” he asked. He was a bit confused but mostly intrigued and then, when you saw that smile creep on his lips and you felt your cheeks getting warmer, you snapped your head to the door to the storage.

“Yeah, yeah.. if you want to..” you answered avoiding his stare. You nodded your head towards the door.

“Am I allowed back there” he asked as you slowly pulled him by his elbow.

“No”.

He threw you an exasperated look but he was not complaining.

“Ok, look straight ahead and look busy. People don’t question you if you look like you know what you’re doing” you said grabbing the record.

“Really? How often do you use that, I doubt that it-” he was straight up laughing now causing you to turn to him with a stern look on your face.

“Shut up and walk beside me, c'mon”

You two made your way to the back of the store with none of your coworkers seeing you. You felt like you looked cool and not suspicious at all but you knew that in reality that probably wasn’t the case.

The room was messy and full of books and records and boxes that you had no time for.

“Hey, what’s your name? I’m Shawn” he stated as he hoped on the table.

“I'm  (Y/N)” you said over your shoulder as you turned on the music.

He nodded, not getting a chance to respond before the music started blasting from the speakers.

“Shit shit” you muttered as you hurried to it turn down.

“No point in being so stealth coming in here if you’re gonna-”

“Don’t even think about it” you snapped back. It was playful. Maybe flirty but you knew you were never gonna see this guy again and he was already back there with you so you thought 'why not?’. So you settled to his left on a chair, waiting to hear his reaction. You tried not to look at him, not to pressure him or anything but you were really nervous whether he liked the first track of the album.

While listening, he would turn to look at you every now and then with a concentrated look on his face. You could tell he knew his music and that he wasn’t listening to it like most people do. He seemed to take in every part of the sound that filled the small room and the professional air that surrounded him only made you want to get to know him more. After 'Fascination’ ended he hopped off the table and leaned on the wall opposite to you, which was still pretty close, considering how small the area was.

“This sounds really good, I can’t put my finger on it..” he paused “its got a plastic soul, i love it..”

You rested your elbow on the table with your chin in your hand and slightly tilted your head upwards to meet his gaze. You nodded at his statement but didn’t say anything. You wanted to say something, didn’t want to let him just buy the album and leave but you couldn’t think of anything. Also would you have been able to make a move if you thought of one? You were pulled from your thoughts when you heard him speak. You could listen to his voice all day, wondered what he’d sound like singing.

“Listen-”

hypersommnia  asked:

Do you think over-sharing is an Fe thing? I'm an INFJ and I know the stereotype of being closed off, and clearly that's just a stereotype, and isn't Fe sort of the opposite anyway? I do need time to observe people and get who they are, like an essence so I know how they will react to stuff before I open up, but when I do am prone to bouts of over-sharing.

It can be.

There seems to be different aspects / elements of Fe – a) sharing in an attempt to establish a bond between people, b) sharing to externalize one’s emotions and reach a consensus on their meaning, and c) wanting ‘total honesty’ in a relationship and sharing in an effort to be accepted fully by the other person. Fe likes to be ‘supported’ and ‘understood.’

Being closed off is not necessarily healthy for any type – because it leads to lack of communication, which creates drama and conflict in relationships.

The question here is not who over-shares and who doesn’t, but what qualifies as over-sharing and what doesn’t, and why you feel after the fact that you over-shared – is it their reaction, or you feel vulnerable and fear this knowledge they now possess can be turned against you? If the latter, you can learn to stop yourself from over-sharing personal things with people you do not yet trust (who have not proven themselves trustworthy). If it is the former (their reaction), you can use mistakes as a future guide (sharing this made them uncomfortable, so I should probably not share anything similar in the future).

Over-sharing can be cognitive related (for the above reasons); it can also be social awkwardness related, by simply not knowing what is and what is not appropriate to share in a mixed group or on a first date – or even having no idea of what things society or your family members see as ‘private.’ (Probably not the best idea to over-share to your best friend that your uncle just went through bankruptcy, if your best friend’s dad works in your uncle’s social circle!) Society over-shares too much, in my opinion – I really don’t need to know such and such a person has testicular cancer.

I used to know this girl who was far too frank about everything online – she had a social media account that was friend’s locked but posted too much personal stuff there – including all the details of her sexual encounters with her boyfriend – as in blow by blow descriptions. That certainly qualifies as over-sharing, because it was none of my (or any of her other friends’) business and she likely had not asked him for permission to talk about these things with other people / post an online diary for others to read. This was a case not of Fe-sharing, but of no one ever telling her what is and what isn’t a good idea to share in public.

(Unfortunately, in the cyber world we all live in, now you have be continually conscious that anything you say could come back to bite you in the ass 20 years from now; that your ex could forward all your e-mails to your group of ‘friends’; that those intimate pictures could wind up anywhere;  and that you are not ‘safe’ sharing with people you do not know / whose only name is a username. Sharing is way safer in real life than online… but over-sharing is so much easier via texts, chats, or e-mails due to the ‘forced closeness’ of internet relationships. A good rule of thumb is: if I couldn’t say it to their face, don’t write it in an e-mail.)

A few things to consider, when deciding whether or not to share something:

  • Will this potentially change how the other person feels or thinks about me in a negative way?
  • Can this information harm me if it gets beyond my circle of friends?
  • Will it diminish their respect for me?
  • Will it make them uncomfortable, since there’s nothing they can say?
  • Am I sharing this in an effort to force a ‘bond’ sooner than it might form otherwise?
  • Am I sharing this in a desperate attempt to salvage a relationship that I feel is drifting apart and am afraid to let go?
  • Do I trust this person never to share this with anyone else?
  • Will I feel embarrassed later for having shared this with someone?

If the answer is yes, think twice.

Words have power. You cannot take words back once you give them away. They now belong to other people.

Here’s a few good reasons to share:

  • I am not ashamed of this and it might help the other person in some way.
  • This will not change how they see me in any negative way.
  • This will not bring an awkward silence to the table or make them avoid me.
  • This is not an attempt to ‘save’ a relationship, it’s due to a trust bond.
  • I know this will never go beyond this room, even if we’re not friends in 5 years.
  • This is a story that needs to be told.
  • This is not super personal.
  • I will not feel regret having shared it.

Here’s speculation on why the types might over-share.

EXFJ: to elicit sympathy or forge bonds (and instead, cause others to have a diminished level of respect for them)

IXFJ: in an attempt to maintain / hold onto current / existing relationships because they desperately want friends / significant others (and not realize how ‘desperate’ it can come across)

EXTP: due to a desire for sympathy or affirmation or to impress others, while being semi-oblivious to ‘social consequences’ (how others may judge their behavior / actions / rationalizations / motives)

IXTP: due to not knowing appropriate social boundaries and limits

EXTJ: ‘as a matter of fact’ because they have zero comprehension of how the other person is responding to this information (negatively)

IXTJ: due to obliviousness as to what is ‘appropriate’ in a mixed group / without even thinking about it

EXFP: because they see no need for self-censorship, since that’s not being ‘authentic’ (they do it out of rebellion / social defiance)

IXFP: to flout the conventions of a society / group / mentality they hate

- ENFP Mod

“Beauty”

Hey all! I feel like I need to explain why I was drawing everything and nothing at the same time..

The thing is- I’m trying to get into an Art University (for art and game design ahh!) and this is the final.. test. Until a few days ago I said that I couldn’t use my pc for drawing, because I had to write an essay (yay) and after I finished that I could finally start this drawing.. And ohh boi the timing couldn’t be better xD
You see, my prompt was “beauty”, so you’d expect some pretty human being or something.. The thing is, I don’t really see if somebody is pretty or not. To me, that’s one of the most unimportant things ever. Who cares how anybody looks? Isn’t it more important, if this human being is.. nice? Friendly? Funny? Lovable?
This is at least to me way more important.. And that’s why I chose to draw a human being as sad and bad as possible, so I could give them the most powerful, wonderful and colorful heart!
And then I thought about things that made me happy, since I wanted to draw them inside the heart.. Well.. At one point this human felt very.. familiar..
And you know what? I just went with it. Because it was perfect! What’s out there that makes me happy? Space?mheah.. Flowers? Sure..
Thomas Sanders.
And here is why.. He is the reason why I picked up my cuteness level for my drawings.. He is the reason why I started to like what I did! Before I just.. didn’t.. But now I accepted not only my drawing “skills”.. I feel like I finally accepted me!

And that’s why I dedicate this drawing to him.. (even if it’s Anxiety and he’s kinda missing right now shh)
You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, you’re just.. so extremely nice! Friendly, Funny and Lovable!

This was and still is very important to me, which is why I decided to post this..

Have a good day/night guys, gals and nonbinary pals..!

@thatsthat24

Hello, hello, hello~! I hope you don’t mind, but I kind of combined these two into an epic piece of angst, moving on, and new love ^^ I will be splitting this into two parts, because otherwise it would be too long, so please look forward to the next installment! Enjoy!

Part I

Today was the day. You would confess your feelings to the infamously stoic and emotionally constipated captain of the Sixth Division, and there were no ifs, ands, or buts to be had about it.

…Or so you told yourself.

You’d been arguing with yourself about it for the last month, and so far, nary had been done about it except berating yourself in the mirror over being such a coward. True, there was much to lose–his respect, for one thing–but the heart wanted what the heart wanted, and it relentlessly beat for the same man. It was obscenely improper to harbor such feelings for your Captain, but it was damn hard to resist when he looked like that. Being the Third Seat, however, had its perks, because aside from Renji and Rukia, you were the closest person to him at all times.

When Lieutenant Abarai was otherwise occupied with paperwork, general errands, or personal duties as a lieutenant, Captain Kuchiki always called on you to deliver messages, take care of annoying Hollows in the Human World, or finish up some of the more mundane papers Renji left unattended. You never complained, even when Byakuya–as you’d taken to calling him in your head, because he couldn’t call you out for disrespect that way–seemed annoyed, or grumpy, research and study proved that he’d sooner take it out on his lieutenant when he returned, or one of the more…eccentric captains, than on you.

The longer you were around him, the harder you fell, and you never really tried to stay away. You were the first person to volunteer to take on extra work, or train some of the Green Horns when your schedule was free, and no one batted an eye when you did, because as the Third Seat, wasn’t that your job? You liked your position well enough, and the work load never bothered you, but if the bonus was extra time with the captain? Well, who could say no? The only people to notice were, coincidentally, the only two who would notice something like that, Renji and Rukia. Rukia was supportive, and encouraged your crush, but Renji was on a whole different level. He was your number one cheerleader, and he was the only reason you’d managed to psych yourself up enough to finally do the deed.

To prepare for your inevitable confession, you performed your duties flawlessly. You usually did, to be sure, but you went out of your way to go the extra mile and assist Renji, scold some new recruits before Byakuya could hear about their less than stellar achievements of the day and get a hold of them, and even took it upon yourself to tidy up the front of the division–namely, sweeping when there was nothing else to be done. As you were sweeping, a shadow fell over your dust pile, blocking the sun from hitting you, and you blinked up only to find your captain standing there, evidently finished with his weekly captains meeting.

“Hello, Captain,” you beamed, pausing your cleaning enough to give him a light bow. You were shaking with nerves, trying to muster the courage to say the things you were dying to. They danced on the tip of your tongue, your mind ready to speak them… What came out, however, was: “Did the meeting go well?”

Captain Kuchiki, expressive as ever, only nodded briefly as he stood with his hands at his sides. “As expected, there was nothing noteworthy to speak of. It is relatively peaceful, for the time being, so these meetings are pointless.”

You giggled. Typical Byakuya, not one to waste energy on things that didn’t require it. You loved seeing this side to him to, when his guards were down just a fraction, so that you got to see the parts of his personality that he tended to bury when dealing with his subordinates, his rigidly traditional family, or anyone else for that matter. When he quirked an eyebrow at you, you could already hear what he was going to say before he said it.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, taking you in with a slow, deliberate gaze. Swallowing, you gripped the broom a little tighter, something of an anchor to ground yourself. “And why are you sweeping the barracks? That should be left for those with less substantial duties.”

“Oh, I finished all my work!” you replied hastily. “I didn’t think it would be good to just sit around doing nothing, so since I was free I took it upon myself. I get…antsy without something to do…”

When you stopped, you looked down, and there was a silence that followed. You could feel Byakuya gazing at you, steady, looking for holes in your statement, and upon finding none, exhaled lightly.

“It is…admirable,” he started, as if unsure of the right words to use, “that you would continue to work when you’ve finished for the day.” Smiling, you finally looked back up at his face. “However, that doesn’t mean the Third Seat of the Sixth Division needs to be out cleaning. I have some papers I need to go through, so if you’re that desperate for work, then come.”

Turning like the graceful noble he was, he walked past you silently, and you couldn’t help the smile that crossed your face. Byakuya never asked for help. He was quite capable of dealing with the hefty workload that accompanied being a captain, and he never even asked Renji for assistance unless it was absolutely necessary. You couldn’t help but feel at least a tiny bit special, and the gentle fluttering in your chest pressed you forward.

“Captain!” you called to his back. He slowed, half-turning to meet your eyes with that signature somber expression.

“Yes, what is it?” His deep, even voice made the fluttering quite erratic, and you took a deep breath in an attempt to quell it.

“If possible,” you began, standing as straight and tall as possible, trying to exude the confidence you so desperately needed through your posture, “could I have a moment of your time after work?”

He didn’t answer right away, but there was something that crossed his face that gave you reason to pause. Fidgeting with the broom handle still within your grasp, processing what you hoped was warmth that made its way to your stoic captain’s features, you waited. Then, he closed his eyes on a sigh, and turned back around.

“Once we’ve finished the paperwork in my office,” he said smoothly, “I’ll give you as much time as you’d like.”

Having sent your heart into a state of elation, the detached nobleman continued his way inside the barracks while you blushed. You could barely form a coherent thought, and you were glad that there was no one around to watch you flounder for direction as you carried the broom just inside the door, and followed Byakuya to his office.

The paperwork wasn’t difficult so much as mundane, but you were both proficient and dutiful, so the stack dwindled to completion rather quickly. He gave you a little less than half of the stack to complete, partially due to the nature of the documents, you thought, and he dismissed you once you were finished to gather your belongings, and wait for him outside the barracks. You couldn’t help the giddy feeling in your gut at the idea that you were waiting for Captain Kuchiki to finish work. You weren’t really expecting too much, after all, if you were rejected it would be much easier to deal with without having anticipated something grandiose. Regardless, you savored the feeling of waiting for the one you liked after a satisfactory day of work, but you still thought you had somewhat of a chance.

Hearing the doors to the barracks open, it really struck you how lucky you were. It wasn’t often that the captain of any squad got out of work on time. They didn’t have a set schedule, as it were, but leaving their office as a reasonable hour was a rare occurrence. It almost, dare you think, felt like a date. Turning with a genuinely happy smile on your face, you faced your expressionless captain head on…and the words died on your tongue.

Byakuya had said he would as much time as you wanted when you were both finished, though he didn’t really look like he was in the mood to speak. Don’t be silly, you told yourself, Byakuya always looks like this. This is just his face… It did little to quell your nerves, however.

“G-Good evening, Captain,” you greeted, internally smacking yourself at the quiver in your voice. “Have you finished what you wanted?”

“I have finished enough,” he replied, tone flat. His gaze froze you in place, something in them always sent a shiver of want through you. “What is it that you wanted to talk about, ___?”

“W-Well…” Gathering your thoughts, you took a deep breath, then leveled him with your most confident gaze. “I want to preface this by saying that I have an immense amount of respect for your position, both has Captain of Squad Six, and as head of the Kuchiki Clan, so I mean no disrespect, but I’ve been mulling these feelings over for a while now. So, um, Captain…? I really like you, a-and not because of your position! It’s just, I love the way you care about your subordinates, even though it may not always look like it. I like the way you’re always sure about your convictions, and you never back down when it’s something important to you. You can be uptight, but no one can really blame you with the responsibilities you bare, and I think it’s all very…captivating, for lack of better word. Uh…”

Trailing off, you decided that that was quite enough of a confession, and it was time to see what his response was. When you finished your piece, you’d averted you eyes nervously, but now rose them to try and read Byakuya’s expression. His face, however, held nothing. It was the same face he used in every situation, whether tense or mirthful, betraying nothing about what he was thinking or feeling. If anything, it seemed even more closed off than usual, even his eyes showed no sign of acceptance—or rejection, for that matter–and your heart sank. It was a long shot, and you knew it, but you had dared to hope, and now you were paying for it. Although it looked like he was debating on what to respond, you knew the answer, and you didn’t want to hear it said aloud.

“A-Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that.” You bowed, plastering a small smile on your face. “You don’t need to respond or anything, I just… Thank you for listening. Excuse me!” 

With another curt bow, you used your Shunpo to get as far away as you could as fast as possible. Not that you Captain couldn’t catch if he wanted to, and you foolishly hoped that he might, but he didn’t. Of course he wouldn’t. He was a man with a position to look after, a man who didn’t have time for such trivial things as a lover, at least not now. It was no secret to you that Byakuya was once married, and you and your naivety had thought that maybe you could he would give you a chance. But you were wrong, you thought. 

By the time you reached your own quarters, it hit you that you were crying. Ah, yes, the familiar sting of heartbreak. Laughing self-deprecatingly at yourself, you let yourself feel miserable for the rest of the night, and resolved yourself to move on from this experience in the morning. For now? Girlfriends and ice cream were in order…

anonymous asked:

How would the chocobros react if they found out their s/o had two full time jobs and was also a full time student? I'm in that situation right now and I need someone to hold me 😢

Gladio

  • when gladio finds out how hard you’re working yourself he’d literally have a small intervention
    • “I get you have to keep a roof over your head somehow but there’s healthier ways of doing that”
  • gladio would also be a little upset by the fact that you tried to hide it from him and didn’t think you could/didn’t want to rely on him
    • gladio very much likes being a provider for those he loves it’s a way of proving more so to himself that he’s someone that’s worth having an s/o
  • he honestly wouldn’t take any sort of argument you threw at him over the whole ordeal
    • he’ll give you plenty of alternative options, quite a few of which don’t even involve him helping out in any sort of way in case you don’t want to feel dependent on him
    • but yeah you’re definitely not getting away with continuing to work yourself to the bone like that
      • especially after he found you on the floor of the bathroom in the middle of an anxiety attack

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A Cup of Coffee ' Lee Jihoon

anon requested: “Can you do an au about woozi having a crush on the reader and vice versa but both had to find out about their feelings towards each other through the reader’s homepage wallpaper. They would have known each other for a long time already but just didn’t want to lose their friendship bc they don’t know if it was mutual! It should have loads of fluff 😂🙏🏻🙏🏻”

  • okay to start this off
  • I think it’s safe to say that Jihoon is your best friend
  • you’ve known each other since high school
  • you’ve supported him before and after his debut
  • you were right beside him during his trainee years
  • the both of you have spent a lot of time together
  • made wonderful memories together
  • and have earned each other’s trust and have each other to lean towards to at hard times
  • you two were practically inseparable
  • and you were one of the few people who Jihoon has a soft spot for
  • “Jihoonie can we go get food?” You plead
  • “Aigoo. Not now. I'm working on something." Jihoon responds, not taking his eyes off the music sheets
  • "okay..” You respond softly as you sit back
  • without even 5 minutes passing
  • “Fine fine let’s go get food. Just stop acting cute.” He says as he exits the studio
  • you follow behind him with a smile of victory plastered on your face
  • you were also one of those few people who Jihoon wouldn't get mad at
  • “Aigoo~ our Jihoonie is so cute!" Svt members coo at him as they try pinching his cheek
  • "Fight me. I swear. Fight me." Jihoon would reply as he swat their hands away
  • "They’re not wrong. You are cute.” You smile sweetly at his direction
  • Jihoon would be blushing so hard after that
  • and the rest of the svt members would look at you as if you tamed a dragon
  • “Wahh..how did she..if we had continued, Jihoon woulve killed us.”
  • everything was fine with the both of you
  • beyond fine in fact
  • one problem tho
  • you fell for him
  • tbh after all the time you have spent together, who wouldn’t
  • falling for him wasn’t the only problem 
  • what would happen if you told him was another
  • yes the two of you built this whole relationship with an understanding and acceptance towards each other
  • but it scares you thinking that he might not feel the same way 
  • and your whole relationship with him might end
  • because Jihoon has always had this wall when it comes to his emotions ∙ rarely does he show them
  • so knowing whether he likes you or not is like jumping off a cliff with no safety gear on 
  • not knowing whether you’ll get hurt or not
  • and it’s really scary considering that you’re risking your whole relationship here
  • one wrong move and you could lose him
  • but the feeling of not knowing is practically killing you at this point
  • so you slowly start showing signs
  • like going to his studio 10 minutes before he does
  • and leaving a cup of coffee with a different note on it everyday
  • “Ahh my Jihoonie~ You’re working hard for this comeback. Here’s a cup a coffee to help you throughout the day. xoxo y/n”
  • “Yah. You forgot about our movie marathon yesterday. It’s alright haha don't worry~ Don’t overwork yourself. xoxo y/n”
  • “Hey smol dude. If you don't mind, I borrowed your sweater yesterday. Hehe it surprisingly smells good. Don’t overwork yourself. And make sure to eat or I will feed you myself. xoxo y/n”
  • or by casually flirting every now and then
  • “I didn't know angels walk among us.” you wink at him
  • “Yeah. I also didn't know demons walk among us.” he smirks at you
  • “…Jihoon I swear.” you playfully hit him on his shoulder
  • yeT HE DOESN’T NOTICE ONE THING
  • his members did though
  • they noticed how your eyes basically smiled whenever he is near,
  • how soft and gentle you talk to him,
  • how you're always there beside him to take care of him when he can’t
  • they noticed it all
  • and they didn't even hesitate helping you two get together
  • even though you didn't need help, they insisted
  • “No really guys, it’s fine. You don't have to.”
  • “Nope. We’re gonna help you and Jihoon get together whether you like it or not.”
  • and boy did they help
  • they’ve tried a lot of things too 
  • one was when all of you went to an amusement park
  • and while you and Jihoon were buying ice cream
  • they all suddenly disappeared
  • leaving you with just Jihoon
  • “Where did everyone go?” he asks, holding his cup of ice cream
  • “I don't know.” you say in confusion
  • bECAUSE THEY DIDN’T TELL YOU THEY WERE PLANNING THIS
  • after like minutes of waiting for them
  • the both of you have already finished your ice creams
  • “Let’s just spend the day together then. I don't wanna wait for them anymore. Lets go.” He says holding your hand as he takes you to a ride
  • and wasn’t that one of the best days you have ever had
  • still kind of pissed with the members that they didn't tell you the plan
  • but you got to spend the whole day with Jihoon
  • so it’s a win-win
  • another one was when all of you were hanging out at their dorm
  • and you were all playing 7 minutes in heaven
  • where you write your name on a piece of paper
  • put it in a box
  • and whoever's name is in the paper you pick
  • you have to be locked in a small room/closet with that person for 7 minutes
  • hence the name, 7 minutes in heaven
  • after a few rounds of the game 
  • by rounds I mean your otps being stuck in a small closet for 7 minutes
  • it was finally your turn
  • and the universe decided that they wanted to play with you at that moment
  • “Jihoon." 
  • everyone basically started pushing the both of you towards the closet as soon as you said that
  • "I didn't expect that this closet would be this small." He said
  • "How could it be small for you when you're already small?” You teasingly asked
  • “Haha. Very funny y/n. " He said 
  • surprisingly, the atmosphere wasn’t that awkward
  • maybe because it was just the two of you
  • yes you two were in a small closet
  • yes you're almost leaning against him
  • but it wasn’t awkward
  • the whole 7 minutes was spent talking with the other with little space in between you two
  • and that was it
  • as much to your and the members’ disappointment
  • nothing happened
  • after a few more times of trying to get the two of you together
  • you were honestly close to giving up at telling him at all
  • the other members went somewhere and yet again you two were left alone 
  • the two of you decided to have a movie marathon
  • it is now between 11-12 am
  • the both of you are already halfway through your 3rd movie
  • "Why did she do that?” He asks in frustration
  • “I don't know, that's why we’re watching it”
  • “She shouldn’t have done that.” He replies
  • a few minutes later
  • the story got a bit boring and the two of you wanted to find another one
  • “Hmm. Where's my phone? Can you hand me my phone Hoon?” You ask, pointing at your phone right in front of him
  • “Sure”
  • and as if the universe wanted to play with you again
  • a notification popped up as soon as he picked up your phone 
  • allowing him to see your lock screen
  • the notification covered some of it but it’s really obvious that it was him in your lock screen
  • “Ahh! No don’t look at it!” You jumped from your seat taking your phone from him
  • he didn’t say anything
  • he just smirked
  • “You have me as your lockscreen?” He looks at you
  • “Erm..no..what are y-" 
  • "Mhmm, I know you’re lying right now.” He said 
  • “Fine fine. Yes it’s you. Let me explain”
  • he just nods in response
  • “okay so uhm. The reason why you're my lockscreen is because I uhm, kinda sorta have feelings for…for you.” you say looking down, blushing 
  • he just stayed quiet
  • “Please if you don’t feel the same way, that’s fine with me. Just please, still be my best friend.” You plead
  • “Ahh…I uhm..” he says
  • “…what is it?” You ask him
  • he says nothing and just hands you his phone
  • and you see that
  • his homepage is a picture of you
  • “I like you too y/n.." 
  • you were honestly about to scream
  • but you just pulled him in for a hug
  • "Phew thank god! I was scared I was gonna lose my best friend!” You say
  • “I just told you I liked you too and you’re still calling me your best friend?” He said jokingly
  • “What do you want me to call you then?” You ask as you pull away from the hug
  • “Mine” he smirks
  • you hit him lightly on his chest
  • “Aish. I bet Junhui taught you that.” You say to him
  • “Anyway…now that we know we have feelings for each other. Do you want to go on a date this week?” He asks
  • “Yes! Ofcourse!” You respond basically screaming
  • “Calm down. Let’s continue watching the movie. Or maybe let’s find another one. This one’s getting boring.” He chuckles
  • he opens his arms, signalling that you can cuddle
  • without hesitation
  • you went in 
  • the rest of the night was spent cuddling, watching and planning the date you two were gonna have this week.
  • “How about the amusement park? Or the beach? Or the museum? Oh! Theres a park near by. How about a picnic?” You ask
  • “Anywhere and anytime is fine. As long as I'm with you.”

Originally posted by woozioppa

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The Choices We Make - Part Four

The Choices We Make
MadaSaku

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Part Four

Miscarriage…

The word echoed hollowly in Madara’s thoughts. For the first time that he could remember, he couldn’t grasp the concept, couldn’t wrap his mind around the notion like water slipping through his fingers. It was so foreign, so strange, and he rolled the syllables over as he tried to comprehend how and why.

And who.

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Exception [8]

When you’re in love with your taken best friend, it seems you’ll go to any length to sabotage his current relationship in hopes of snaring his affection for yourself, even if that means teaming up with a person who is, technically, his worst enemy. 


part one / part two / part three / part four / part five / part six  / part seven / part eight part nine /

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New environments tend to unsettle you, so it comes as no surprise that you’re only able to catch a few hours of sleep.

Once you’re fully awakened, you decide to take a quick and curious wander around Jongin’s mansion of a house, with its several floors, several staircases, and endless array of rooms. The decor and architecture becoming more magnificent as you move along. 

On your journey, you run into the mansion’s maid, the one you’d had a vague encounter with the night before. 

You had been peering at her from a controlled distance, initially, noticing the ring on her finger and the photo of a young child in her locket, making no move to strike up a conversation, but certainly trusting the vibe she conveyed. 

It’s warm, friendly. 

Motherly, almost. 

A thought strikes you as you glance at her, making you question if you’d been wrong about Jongin having no confidants within reaching distance. Something you’d be happy to be proved wrong about, you’re not going to lie. 

However, you don’t feel it’s your position to ask, so you simply smile at her, deciding to break your silence by asking if she’s having a good day.

You are then invited to the breakfast she’s prepared, but won’t be joining in on because she needs to run her son to school.

Only to find the master of the manor already seated, running a fatigued hand through his dark, lustrous locks, before placing the aforementioned hand against his temple and groaning.

“And here lies a sight I never thought I’d see, the great Kim Jongin nursing a hangover.”

He almost jumps at the sound, turning to you in utter puzzlement, as if he’s only just remembering that you accompanied him on his journey home. 

The recognition hits a moment later. "The very last thing I want to be today? Awake. The very thing that I am? Awake.“ 

"Well it’s lucky for you that it’s the weekend. You can go back to sleep at any moment, if you’d like.” You lean in on your seat, grinning at him as you perch your chin between the palm of your outstretched hands. “But why would you want to do that when you’re dining with me?”

He crinkles his nose. “Are you always this chipper in the morning?”

“Are you always this grumpy in the morning?”

“Whatever the case,” he says in that same grumpy tone. “You need to file a complaint at the godforsaken club that did this to me. I was poisoned.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Your standards are just sky high,” you chirp. “With your aged wines shipped from far away lands that you’d never dare to mix with any other beverage…”

“Cultured,” he corrects, holding a finger up at you, which he then places against his lips in a shushing motion, urging you to quieten down. Not that you’re exactly shouting, but given his fragile condition, you do as asked, quietening your tone. 

“Cocktails aren’t for everyone, Jongin.”

“Evidently,” he mutters as he shudders, he then goes on to voice, as if he’s making a mental note, “nothing brightly colored ever again.”

You giggle.  

He does a double take a second later. "You’re still wearing your dress.”

You shrug nonchalantly. “I don’t have any other clothes to change into.”

“Did you sleep in it?”

You raise an eyebrow at him, the movement almost teasing in its nature. “I don’t know Jongin, did I? Perhaps I had a little assistance in taking it off? Perhaps I imagined that, though…”

Color then rushes into his cheeks as the memory appears to resurface. “Ah,” he says, clearing his throat awkwardly. “Right. I see.” He chews at his lip, avoiding direct eye contact. “My maid may have something you could slip into, if you want to change.”

You politely decline the offer.

“As well as…” But he pauses here for a few seconds. “I’ll show you later,” he goes on to whisper, as the pair of you proceed to eat your breakfast in a comfortable silence. 

Which Jongin interrupts after some time. “Actually,” he begins, gathering your full attention. “There’s something I want to discuss. Something I hope is in our best interest.”

You peer at him, urging him to elaborate. “What is it?” You then ask.

“It’s an agreement that every time that something sexual – or nearly sexual – takes place between us from hereon out, I get to do something romantic with you. This way we’re at an equal standpoint. It can’t all be one person working on their side, without the other getting a say.”

You make a noise that is half incredulous, half strangled. 

“_____,” Jongin says blankly.

You try to open your mouth again, but nothing comes out.

He raises an eyebrow, and you shuffle uncomfortably in your seat, realizing you’re not going to be able to avoid this topic, no matter what you say or do – or don’t, for that matter. 

You’re alone with him, in his house, at his table, and there’s no way out. Not when he can read your every micro-expression and tell you exactly what you’re thinking before you’ve even had time to process it. 

It is, quite frankly, a horrifying realization. Especially as, like he says, it evens the play field entirely, but that’s not exactly a good thing, because you’re having enough trouble as it is trying to one up Jongin.

Much as it may seem fair on the surface, playing it like this will only make it easier for him to gain the upper hand, even if he doesn’t realize that. 

Even if he thinks it’s as fair as can be.

“Romantic… like a… date? Dressing up and holding hands and googly eyed gazes and stuff? Those kinds of terrifying behaviors, is that what you’re referencing?”

He nods.

You snap your fingers at him and wink, as if you’re a salesperson on a television ad, hoping to convey your message this way. “Did you know you can do the vast majority of that without even having to go out, though? It’s called roleplaying and–”

“_____,” Jongin repeats in the same tone as before.

The strangled sound from before returns, almost a whine. “I can be very convincing.”

His expression doesn’t falter.

“Okay,” you sigh. “I guess you’re right.”

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Fireflies: The House

Daryl and the reader are paired off by Rick and look at their new house together.

Warnings: language (do I still need to say this?) - cute baby alert

Word Count: 2070

a/n: “Oscar” as in The Grouch. The gifs are just a rough representation.

Tags: @charlottecl  @dragongirl420  @redm81

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You were playing with Judith in one of the upstairs bedrooms when Rick came looking for you. He looked so odd to you without a beard, you’d never seen him without one. He was dressed in the constable clothing he’d gotten from Deanna.

“There you are,” he said, “been lookin’ for ya.”

He came in and sat down on the floor by you and Judith.

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anonymous asked:

Is it confirmed that sebastian ate rc's soul?? I don't understand why some people are saying this,I thought that "how dare you part" was for cutting his stomach,in order for seb to eat it he needs to form a contract and so rc doesn't have the right to say that,or what,are they implying that oc sold his brother's soul to save himself and then sell his?I'm pretty sure that's impossible (I hope,that would be too cruel),if it's cuz rc has no soul,even ut can't retrieve a soul,or am i missing smth :(

It isn’t technically confirmed! But I’d say it’s 95% proven at this point that Sebastian did eat RC’s soul. There are a lot of things:

He did… to Ciel!

What did Sebastian do to RC? I doubt that OC is concerned about Sebastian removing the ring from RC’s stomach, after all he did ask before doing so and it’s something OC wanted. So what else could this line be about!

The fee for crossing has already been paid.

This isn’t the price for the contract it’s the price for the demon entering the human world across the River Styx. It’s clear that the cultists were using the children as that price, so we can assume RC’s soul was taken by the demon as a result.

You are free to decide whether to made a covenant with me or not.

This basically confirms the theory in my eyes, if Sebastian hadn’t been given a worth fee (such as RC’s soul) why would a “hyper narcissist” like him give OC the choice of anything? It would be a waste of his time if OC said no.

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