ok this didn't turn out at all how i was planning it

anonymous asked:

I feel like Derek would just spoil Stiles rotten! You see Derek never really got to be a teenager courtesy: Kate Argent and well Stiles after his mom's death had to grow up too quickly and then the financial issues of the Stilinski household not to mention his best friend turning into a freakin werewolf! So yeah Stiles didn't get a normal teen life either so you can bet my ass that Derek does everything in his willpower and bank account to remedy that. And he's so extra with it and Stiles just!!

This is such a cute ask!! And it’s absolutely a headcanon of mine that Derek would hate spending his inheritance on himself (see: him having hundreds of thousands of dollars and squatting in an abandoned train depot), and also a headcanon that Laura and Derek had a tradition on spending it on each other on holidays for extravagant things (that’s where the Camaro came from) so Derek buying Stiles nice things or surprising him with expensive trips is just completely fitting to me.

And the thing is, Stiles would probably be put off by it at first. Like… “dude, these are nice but you have me, ok? You don’t need to win me and you definitely don’t need to buy me.” And the ridiculous thing, the thing that makes Stiles feel guilty about all the amazing (and expensive) gestures is that Derek never buys himself anything, never gets anything new for the house or buys himself books or goes out to restaurants unless he thinks Stiles will like them or spends money on anything beyond the bare essentials unless it’s for Stiles or one of the pack.

But eventually I think it would probably click eventually –– when Derek’s planning a trip to the Caymans because “Stiles, you like beaches and the water’s incredible there, look at these pictures, and see, you can swim over the reefs and there’s a boat trip to pet stingrays, you’ll like that” –– that Derek’s not doing any of this to buy Stiles, or because he thinks he has to impress Stiles with expensive things to keep him, or even necessarily for Stiles. Yes, he genuinely thinks Stiles would like the trip, and Stiles is sure he will, but Derek’s face has just this little hint of shy excitement when he’s talking about stingrays and about all the water activities they can do… and Stiles realizes that this is something Derek really wants to do. For Derek.

And he probably also really wanted to try out that nice restaurant last week –– the one that was strangely fancy and lacking in burgers, considering Derek had framed it as a “place Stiles would love,” and Derek has spent a hell of a lot more time on that porch swing than Stiles ever has, even though Derek had made it so Stiles “would have a place to sit if the pack was ever out back training.”

Derek does buy himself things, sometimes, slipped in between the newest Playstation and the trip to Comic Con and all the things that are genuinely and truly meant just to brighten Stiles’ life. He just doesn’t know how to say that –– to admit it to even himself, maybe. To give anything nice to himself, because he still doesn’t feel, deep down, like he deserves it.

So Stiles lets Derek book that trip, and the stingray boat ride, even though he’d really rather stay at the beach and not risk his life to stinging, thank you very much. And he stops complaining when Derek buys him expensive things –– buys them expensive things –– loving the little moments where Derek buys something that’s just clearly not Stiles-centric for the thrill of watching Derek indulge himself, even secretly.

take this burden - part 19

[ ends of the earth - lord huron ]

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They woke to Rou flinging the door open and loudly informing them that there were pancakes downstairs.


‘Jesus, Rou, what if we’d been naked?’


‘Absolutely nothing.’


‘What?’


She walked off.


‘Should I be offended?’ He Tian asked.


‘That’s a safe bet.’


They’d shifted slightly as they slept.


Somehow, Felix had acquired the majority of the blanket.


When He Tian didn’t get out of the bed, Mo Guan Shan climbed over him.


He Tian followed him to the bathroom.


Mo Guan Shan said something unintelligible, his mouth full of toothpaste.


‘…what?’


Mo Guan Shan spit.


‘Did you bring a toothbrush?’


‘No, I completely spaced. I’m fine until we get home.’


‘You can use mine if you want.’


‘Isn’t that kind of…gross?’


‘Compared to what? Spending the day with un-brushed teeth?’


He Tian had no response.


He took the toothbrush when Mo Guan Shan offered it to him.


Mo Guan Shan sat on the edge of the tub while he cleaned his teeth.


‘Sorry about last night.’


He Tian glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.


‘What do you mean?’


‘I try not to drink that much on a regular basis. I hope I wasn’t too bad.’


‘What’s the last thing you remember?’ He Tian asked warily.


‘Taking a shower.’


He Tian sighed in intense relief.


‘Shit, did I do something stupid?’ Mo Guan Shan asked.


‘Nope, you just went to sleep.’


‘Are you lying?’


‘Only a little.’


‘We didn't…’


‘No. I like to think that you’d remember that.’


‘I didn’t mean it like-’


‘I know, I’m kidding.’


He Tian spit out the toothpaste and rinsed his mouth out


‘So what’s the plan?’


‘I’m going to get some more of my stuff packed up and get Felix ready. We can head out after breakfast.’


‘Is there anything else you want to do while we’re here? Visit friends?’


Mo Guan Shan considered that for a moment before shaking his head.


‘I’d rather just go home and get settled in.’


He Tian followed him out of the bathroom to help him pack.


‘Home it is, then.’


They ate breakfast and said their goodbyes.


He Tian was surprised when each member of the family hugged him warmly.


‘Come back and visit soon.’ Mo Guan Shan’s mom told them firmly.


‘We will.’ Mo Guan promised.


He Tian tried not to smile.


We, huh?


Mo Guan Shan loaded Felix into the car in his carrier.


He was nothing but a fluffy, ginger, ball of anger and claws.


Mo Guan Shan didn’t ask for the keys this time either.


He relaxed with every mile He Tian put between their car and the city.

‘Sorry about telling my mom that we’re together. She just looked so happy…’


‘It’s ok, really. She wants to know that you’re safe and taken care of. It’s understandable.’


Mo Guan Shan nodded.


‘Yeah, i suppose so. You’re not mad though?’


‘Not at all. Why would I be?’


‘Well…you haven’t been in a relationship for thirteen years and I just barge in and tell my parents that you’re my boyfriend. I don’t imagine anyone would like that.’


‘It doesn’t bother me.’ He Tian assured him.


‘Well, thank you.’


‘Any time.’


The redhead rolled his eyes with a small smile.


‘Really? Even Christmas?’


‘Sure.’


‘I…can’t tell if you’re kidding.’


‘I’m not. They seem really nice. I liked them a lot.’


‘Just be careful. They might get attached and we’ll have to get married.’ He teased.


He Tian laughed.


‘I can think of worse fates.’


There was a long pause.


‘I’m going to tell Jian Yi you said that.’


‘Oh lord, please don’t.’


They both smiled.


‘You seem like you’re feeling better.’ He Tian observed.’


‘I am.’ Mo Guan Shan admitted.


‘I’m glad.’


They spent the next few hours in silence, listening to music, lost in thought.


Mo Guan Shan broke the silence.


‘So, what’s up with them? Jian Yi and Zhan Zhengxi.’


‘What do you mean?’


‘Are they planning on getting married or anything? You said they’d been together for, like, a decade.’


‘Ok, I’m going to tell you something, but if you tell Jian Yi I will murder you.’


‘Jesus, I’m not sure if I even want to know now.’


‘Zhengxi has been planning to propose for over two years but hasn’t come up with the right way to do it.’


‘It’s not like he’s going to say no… right?’


‘Absolutely not. Zhengxi just feels like he has to make it special somehow, after all they’ve been through.’


‘Like what?’ Mo Guan Shan asked.


He Tian winced, realizing he’d said too much.


‘I’m…going to have to let Jian Yi tell you about that. I wouldn’t know about any of it if I hadn’t been around for it.’


‘Are you really going to build it up like that and not tell me?’


He Tian sighed.


He never really talked to anyone so he wasn’t used to censoring himself or keeping secrets.


‘You have to PROMISE me you won’t say anything. Ever.’


‘I promise.’


He Tian hesitated.


‘Zhengxi cheated on him a few years ago.’


‘Whoa.’


‘It wasn’t a huge thing, he didn’t sleep with her or anything-’


‘Her?’ Mo Guan Shan interrupted.


‘Yeah, that was the issue. Jian Yi is a remarkably understanding, forgiving person. But after so many years of Zhengxi telling him he was straight, it was pretty brutal.’


‘I can imagine.’


‘What ended up happening?’


‘Zhengxi stayed with me for almost three months. The girl, she was a friend of theirs, went to Jian Yi taking full responsibility. She was going through her own shit with some guy and said it was entirely her fault and Zhengxi had turned her down.’


‘And Jian Yi forgave him?’


‘Eventually, yeah. He said they should start fresh and let it go.’


‘What happened with the girl?’


‘She quit her job at The Wolf and none of us have heard from her since.’


‘What’s The Wolf?’


He Tian chuckled.


‘That’s my club. The Black Wolf.’


‘Oh…I’m sorry. I feel like I should know that.’


‘I doubt anyone has said the name. Everyone typically just says He Tian’s place.


‘It’s weird, I just realized I’ve never heard you say your own name before.’


He Tian thought about that.


‘I guess I don’t really say my name often. Does anyone?’


‘Probably not.’


‘You do it.’


‘Say your name?’


‘No, yours.’


‘…Mo Guan Shan.’


‘Ok, now mine.’


‘You want me to say your name?’


He Tian flushed.


‘Well, not now that you’ve made it weird.’


Mo Guan Shan laughed softly.


‘He Tian.’


The man in question smiled, his face still bright red.


‘Your turn.’


He Tian tried to clear his head.


‘Mo Guan Shan.’


‘I like your voice.’


‘Really?’


‘Really.’ Mo Guan Shan assured him.


‘No one’s ever told me that.’


‘Something tells me there’s a lot of nice things about you that no one’s ever told you about.’


‘Should I be offended by that?’


‘No. I can tell you what I like about you so far, if you want.’


‘You really don’t have to do that.’ He Tian said, tightening his hands on the steering wheel.’


‘But I really want to.’


‘Ok…’ He was expecting a few generic compliments.


‘I like the way your eyes sparkle when you smile.’


‘…thank you.’


‘And the way you squeeze my hand when you laugh.’


He Tian had no idea how to respond to these facts.


‘And the way you offer me a cigarette when you don’t want to smoke alone.’


‘…’


‘And the way you look away when you’re embarrassed.’


‘I-’


‘And the way you try not to smile when you’re lying.’


Shit.


‘When-’


‘And the way you turn someone away when they’re clearly drunk and being an idiot.’


‘…’


‘The way you’ll sleep on the floor because someone selfishly asks you to stay the night.’


‘Oh…um-’


‘You. I like you. I really, really, do.’


‘You shouldn’t.’ He Tian whispered.


‘Why not?’ Mo Guan Shan asked, defiant.


‘I have… a lot of baggage.’


‘I don’t care.’


‘You don’t understand.’


‘You’ve handled everything I’ve thrown at you so far.’


‘I guess…’


‘Let me do that for you.’


‘It’s different.’


‘I. Don’t. Care.’


‘But-’


He Tian, you drove me home. I could have stayed there. But I didn’t.’


‘Why didn’t you?’ He Tian asked.


‘If I don’t stick around and, at least, try to figure all this out, I’d hate myself.


‘You’re going to hate me, Mo Guan Shan.’


‘Why don’t you let me figure that out for myself.’


‘I’m not going to-’


‘I’m not asking you to fuck me.’


‘What are you asking me for?’ He Tian asked, honestly confused.


‘Give me a chance. Baggage and all.’


‘Do you want me to be your…’


‘I just want you to be with me while I sleep. Even if it’s on the floor.’


Mo Guan Shan’s confident words didn’t match the way his voice shook.


‘I can do that.’


‘Yeah?’


‘Yeah.’

anonymous asked:

Prompt: teen!lock au; M thinks shes crushing on JW and after failing to catch his attention (for JW likes gutsy, outgoing, confident, poised girls which M is certainly not) M decides reluctantly but out of desperation to ask J's best friend SH (who she hates on principle for being a cold asshole) to help her become J's dream girl. SH seeing the childish overly cheery lost cause before him agrees with a sneer (not one to back down from s challenge). But the more he helps her with her 1/2

2/2 Metamorphosis the more he realizes he actually likes the cheerily childish but full of fun and love girl, while Molly discovers that the cold asshole isn’t so cold after all but can be quite sweet and funny. And they actually have a lot of shared interests. Can end up with M/J (failed awkward) date as J finally sees M but M already pining for S who is in a jealous and depressed fit as the date take place. In the end M and S end up together :)

This 2 part prompt is pretty complex for a mini fic prompt. So I hope you don’t mind, anon, that I cut it up and tweaked it quite a bit. In general I’d say I’m going for more of what the second half of the prompt outlines. The settup is teen!lock, and it’s right before uni time for all of them. And Sherlock and John have a flat together…basically because it just helps the plot lol. Enjoy! ;D


“Look, all I’m asking is that you try to be civil,” John said to his best friend while buttoning his shirt and checking his hair in the mirror. “Honestly, I think you’ll like her. She’s…well, I think she’s probably the first girl in a long time that I really genuinely have a lot in common with. She wants to be be a doctor as well!” John was trying his best to make her sound thrilling. “And besides that, she’s adorable and sweet and just…well, she’s just really nice.”

“I can hardly wait,” was the only response Sherlock offered, still focused on the contents of the dish he was holding. 

John rolled his eyes at Sherlock’s sarcastic words. “Listen, if you don’t want to bother with her then just go to your room and keep to yourself so I can at least enjoy her company. And I’m not sure if we’re getting take away or eating at a restaurant, but either way I can get you something.”

Sherlock shrugged. “Not hungry.”

A knock at the door made John rush to answer with one more warning glance at his friend.

“Molly, hi!” John greeted warmly. “Take you coat?”

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anonymous asked:

Ok so what if MC used to work for C&R International and Jumin before showing up into the RFA, and Jumin didn't recognize/realize it at first? How would he react when he finds out? I live for flustered Jumin, honestly.

So like…this blew way out of proportion? Like I really planned on keeping this a short and sweet scenario but when can I ever keep myself short, am I right? Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fic!

|| REQUEST ARE (ALWAYS) OPEN!! ||

Fandom: Mystic Messenger
Rating: General 
Warnings: A little cursing, but that’s all
Categories: F/M
Relationships: MC x Jumin
Word count: 3800


“You’re resigning”, Jumin asked her, hands folded on the table in front of him. Jaehee nodded. “Yes, I am. I think it is time for me to leave. I’ve gathered valuable experiences over the past two and a half years, but I think I’ve finally reached a point in my life where I’ve learned enough. I want to start my own business. Nothing big, just a little cafe.” Jumin eyes her, expression stoic and untelling as it usually is. Still, Jaehee likes to think that after spending so much time working by this strange mans side she finally understands him a little bit and somehow that thought makes her proud. She knows that you are the only person that truly unravelled him, but at least she’d cracked him. “I see”, he eventually said, effectively stopping Jaehee’s train of thoughts. “I will have to make the announcement in the following meeting and find a replacement as soon as possible.”

Jaehee felt like a heavy weight was lifted off her chest. This job had been one of the most infuriating, frustrating and draining jobs she’d ever done and yet it would have pained her to know that Jumin didn’t give her the blessing to leave the company and start a new chapter in her life. In fact, she could have sworn that there was just the faintest of smirks curling around his lips and for one Jumin Han that was a big step into the right direction. “You mustn’t worry about that, Mr. Han. I took it upon myself to look through possible candidates within the company, as I see them to be most suitable. They already know how C&R International works and have experience. According to the Chief of another, smaller department there is a Chief Assistant he would highly recommend. Apparently she hasn’t missed a day of work for as long as she’s worked here until a couple of weeks ago where she took less than a handful of sick days. And even then she handed in all the work she had to do.”

Jumin listened to what Jaehee said, thinking everything over. He wasn’t particularly fond on hiring another female Chief Assistant. Even though his father had calmed down after everything that had happened with Glam and Sarah it wasn’t to say that he wouldn’t go after his next assistant. Not to mention that he was not very fond about the idea of having to explain to her – like he had to Jaehee – why she had to cut her hair, wear formal clothes at all times and fake glasses as well. It was tiring and taking away time he could spend more productively. Still, if Chief Assistant Kang believed that mans word and the girl was really that good at her job, he should probably give it a try. At least he wouldn’t have to read through a thousand and one applications and resumes. “Alright. Tell him to send me her resume. I don’t need anything but that. If I like what I read I’ll tell him as much so he can introduce her to me at the next meeting. Thank you for going through the trouble of finding a replacement for yourself. I would have found it bothersome.”

Jaehee nodded and retreated, leaving Jumin alone in his office. It was nice to have been praised and thanked for once, but she sincerely hoped that she’d actually done the right thing. Frankly Jaehee had no idea who that mystery Chief Assistant was. After she’d mentioned that she was leaving C&R international to a couple of colleagues Chief Yie had approached her. He’d started to talk about that amazing Chief Assistant he had that absolutely deserved a promotion after she’d basically doubled the revenue of her department. Jaehee was quite sure that the only reason Chief Yie had suggested the girl was because he feared she’d otherwise get his position and he’d face either demotion or being fired. Of course she hadn’t mentioned as much. After all, it was a win-win situation for both him and her. The sooner Mr. Han found a replacement the sooner she could focus on planning her little café. Chief Yie kept his position, Mr. Han had a replacement and she was free.

The next day Mr. Han called all the Chiefs into a big meeting. He planned to announce Jaehee official resignment as well as see for himself whether that girl he’d been recommended was any good. Jumin read through her resume and work performance and had to admit that he was quite impressed. Apparently she’d started at C&R at the age of sixteen as an intern. Even then, despite still attending school, she’d performed so good that she’d gotten hired by the time she turned seventeen. She worked while attending university and got her first promotion after obtaining her degree. Over the next years she’d gone on to earn one promotion after the other until she’d become the Chief Assistant of the fashion department. Her resume also stated that while fashion wasn’t her primary goal nor passion she’d learned quickly, adapted and never once complained about it. She hadn’t even attempted to change the department despite being offered a different position due to loyalty to Chief Yie.

Apparently the only reason she was considering it now was because he’d told her to and Jumin admired such loyalty and obedience. She’d make a mighty fine Chief Assistant, maybe even as good if not better than Assistant Kang. The only thing that Jumin found confusing was that he’d never even heard of that young woman. The resume was strictly work related so he neither had a name nor a picture – he rarely looked at the ‘personal’ files when looking for candidates – but this one got him curious. He’d been sure that he knew all his employees at least by name but looking at her file he was proven wrong. Despite her performance being meticulous he could not say he’d ever even seen that woman, which probably made her only the more desirable as a possibly assistant. Discrete, invisible and hard working were the perfect traits. When Assistant Kang had told him that she was resigning he’d been worried but all of a sudden he found himself feeling excited.

Everyone had gathered in the conference room, quiet rumble filling the room. It died down the second Jumin entered the room, closely followed by Assistant Kang. Silence fell as he stepped to the front of the room, everyone including his father, looking at him with anticipation. At first the meeting started like any other would. All the heads of their respective departments discussed increase or decrease in revenue, possibly reasons and solutions. Nothing overly exciting happened. Especially now that Jumin and Chairman Han had finally gotten out of the press and everything had returned to normal. That was until Jumin announced that Jaehee was leaving C&R International. There was an audible gasp amongst the others, although Jaehee knew better than to think she would be missed by any of them. She hadn’t had the time to form any meaningful bonds within the firm and frankly, she didn’t mind. It was their shock speaking. To think that anyone would ever so much as consider leaving such a lucrative job was beyond their comprehension.

That was when Chief Yie decided to stand up, announcing that he would go and get his Assistant now. Jumin have him a short nod and the older man practically shot off to go and get her. A mere minute later footsteps and quiet walking could be heard. No one could really make out the most of what was being said, but it sounded a lot like the woman was begging Yie not to do this while he was hissing at her not to be ridiculous. Jumin frowned, confused at what was going on until Yie stepped back into the room, hand wrapped around the woman’s wrist he was practically dragging along. Her long, brown hair was falling openly over her shoulders, fringe covering a lot of her face as she was vehemently looking down. She was wearing trim clothing that was both formal as well as very appealing as it showed off her perfect, slender figure and just enough of her long legs to make it interesting. Mainly because Jumin very much recognized both the body and the legs. 

Yie let go of your wrist, instead gripping your shoulders and pushing you in front of the entire room so everyone could see. It felt embarrassing, being paraded and shown off like that. Especially considering that your fiancé and soon to be husband was standing in front of you with your best friend by his side, and you didn’t even have to look up to know that they were staring at you with wide eyes and shock written all over their face. You swallowed, entire face heating up with shame as you stood in front of the entire board room of C&R International – including your soon to be father in law – with your boss swooning over how great of a worker you are and how you deserved the position. No one knew that you were that mysterious fiancée Jumin Han apparently had. Nor did said fiancé know hat you’s forked for his cooperation for even more years than his very own Chief Assistant. You really couldn’t think of a way to make this situation any more uncomfortable.

Your boss did, though. Yie had always been an idiot and poor worked. The only reason the fashion department hadn’t gone down years ago had been because of you. You didn’t even care about fashion that much, but it had been a steady job and paycheck and tuition was very expensive these days. So when he suggested for you to present the logistics of that month to the board room it wasn’t because he was proud of your hard work, but because he himself didn’t know shit about what was going on in his own department. He knew that you did, though, so now he made it your time to shine. Just a couple of months ago you would have preened and happily done so. You would have died to stand in front of the board room and present your hard work and yourself. Now though there really was no place you’d like to be less than this particular room in that particular situation. “Mr. Yie, Sir, I don’t think this is a good idea”, you whispered desperately. “Don’t be silly, girl. Just do as you are told.” Strike.

You could practically feel the anger coming off of Jumin, even from the other end of the room. He was fuming and you knew that if Yie continued to treat you the way he usually did he’d find himself without a job rather soon. “Sir, I’m begging you, please don’t ask this of me.” The man snorted, glaring at you. “Don’t be ridiculous and do your job”, he hissed at you loudly. With that he stormed off to return to his seat, leaving you standing alone in front of the presentation that had been opened up behind you. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. If he wanted a presentation, he would get a presentation. Your straightened your back, held your head high and proceeded to look into everyones eyes before locking with Jumin’s. You gave him a short smile before all emotion was replaced by perfect professionalism as you began the presentation. You could feel Jumin’s eyes on you the entire time, filled with wonder and fascination about that new side of you he’d never seen before.

You were quick, precise and well informed. Everything about you radiated energy and strength to the point where even the most disrespectful and misogynist of the men in the room were silenced. No one dared to interrupt you, dares to speak or so much as breathe too loudly as your presence filled the room. Jumin had never found a woman more attractive in his life than he did you in that exact moment. He loved your innocent, gentle and caring side to bits and pieces. It was that side that had drawn him in. That side that had gotten him through the darkest of moments. However, this new side, the strong almost dangerous one was bordering on arousing. He could feel his heart beat faster as he listened to your every word without hearing anything at the same time. You were like a tiger and the dangerous jungle had been claimed by you and you only. 

“Thank you for your attention. I would like to use this gracious opportunity to thank my boss, Mr. Yien, for recommending me. It will be my outmost pleasure to accept the new job offer and finally get out of that pathetically taken care of department I am currently working for”, you spat, glaring daggers at Yien. Jumin gasped, surprised by such harsh words. Then his demeanour changed, melting into pure satisfaction as he leaned back in his chair, legs crossed, to watch you tear your boss apart for disrespecting you the way he did. “I’ve been working for the fashion department for many years now and never have I ever encountered a man that incompetent and lazy. He asked me to do the representation today as he himself has no idea what it is about. I researched and composed it all by myself as I have been doing for years. His workload is thrown off onto me and the other assistants whom he disrespects and sexually harasses on a daily basis.”

“You little bitch, how dare you spread lies about me like that. Have her removed”, he shouted at the security men, obviously aggravated. You merely smiled, folding your arms behind your back. His head was bright red, sweat gathering on his forehead. When the men didn’t move your smirk grew, almost devilish, as he grew angrier and angrier. “I said have her removed! Why the fuck aren’t you taking her away.” Jumin snorted out a chuckle, covering his mouth to muffle the sound. “I think, Mr. Yien Sir, the reason for that would be that they do not dare to touch the company heir’s future wife”, you explained, calmly. You knew you had the upper hand and you were enjoying every last moment. His face fell as realization dawned on him but Jumin felt no empathy at all. He’d been eager to chew him out himself, but watching you do it yourself was much, much, much more satisfying.

“When I’d asked you politely, begged you in fact, not to do this you didn’t listen. I tried to protect you, you see, as I felt sorry for your pathetic being. Now, however, you’ve lost all my compassion. I did some digging and found out that beside not working properly you also quite frequently seemed to use company money for private businesses as well as evade certain taxes, which is why you were satisfied by staying in a smaller department, as no one ever digs deep into those. Well, I did. So, I hereby declare, for everyone to hear, that in the name of C&R International I am suing you for sexual harassment at the workplace, heavy tax evasion as well as fraud. I’m not familiar with the legal system, but I am quite sure that you are facing a couple of years of prison. Now please, gentlemen, would you do me the honour and remove that scumbag from this meeting room? I would prefer not to have such useless people working for my husband-to-be.”

This time the security men didn’t hesitate. They walked over to Yien and dragged him out of the room, ignoring his cursing and screaming. The second the door closed behind them you sighed, shoulders sagging. You hadn’t planned on any of this and while you didn’t mind holding presentations those were usually prepared and practiced on your part. Improvisation had never really been your thing. The sound of a chair moving was what ripped you out of your thought and you looked up to see Jumin standing up. You swallowed, shyly looking at your fiancé who once more had one of those unreadable expressions. “Would everyone please leave the meeting room. I would like to talk to my fiancée in private, please. The meeting is over. Thank you for your participation.” It didn’t take more than that for everyone to get up, gatherer there things and hurry out, leaving you alone with Jaehee, Jumin and his father.

When you started to apologize Jumin instantly cut you off, shaking his head. When your eyes met, he was smiling at you. Actually, grinning would be the better word, bright and excited like a little school boy. You’d never quite seen him like that. “You were magnificent! The presentation was perfect and the way you took down Yien was…I dare say sexy”, he said, chuckling in a way that made the hairs in the back of your neck stand up in the best way possible. “God, I cannot believe I never noticed you before. To think that I could have had you all these years, that you were in my reach all this time. It’s infuriating. Only the more reason to be grateful that I got the opportunity to see you in your prime like this.” You blushed, smiling shyly. “I tried…to tell everyone. I really did, but I didn’t know how to bring it up.”

Jumin walked around the table and towards you, pulling you into a warm, tight hug. Hands resting on his chest you melted against him, burying your face in his chest as well. “Is that why you were so desperate to leave when you stayed at my place? Because you were worried about work?” You nodded against his chest, so relieved he wasn’t mad you felt like crying. “I wanted to tell you but…I didn’t want you to think that I was with you to ride some sort of coattail. When Yie mentioned a promotion into Jaehee position I instantly said no, but he basically forced me. I wanted to work my way to the top by myself but now -”, you spoke quietly before Jumin interrupted. “And now you’ve made it. You didn’t ride any coattails and yet coming next week you’ll be by new Chief Assistant.” You looked up then, eyes wide and questioning. You couldn’t believe it. You’d been working towards that goal for years and yet…it didn’t feel right at all. 

“But…I’m the one who encouraged Jaehee to quit. I would feel bad for taking her position.” That is when Jaehee cleared her throat, getting both of your attention. “You have nothing to worry about, MC. When you told me to quit you didn’t do so to get my position but with my best interest in mind. I know that for a fact. You told me to follow my dreams and thanks to you I am finally brave enough to do just that so you should too. I didn’t enjoy working here for the most part but you seem to really like the job and we all know that you love Jumin dearly. I think the two of you working together could work out better than any other assistant. He’ll listen to you and respect you while you’ll be able to support and help him. So please, MC accept my position. I could have not wished for anyone better to take over for me”, she said, smiling happily at the both of you.

“You heard her. Please accept the offer, my love. That way we can be together every second of the day and I’ll never have to worry about you anymore. You’ll be safe and provided if you stay by my side and even when I have to go on business trips I can take you along without feeling guilty”, he pleaded, cupping your face and caressing the tender skin with his thumbs. Your eyes locked and there wasn’t a fiber in your body that was capable of denying this man anything. Let alone when he looked at you the way he did in that moment; like you were his entire world. So you smiled and nodded, reaching out to return the tender kiss. “If it is alright with your father I’ll be happy to be your new Chief Assistant.” Of course Chairman Han didn’t mind at all. If anything he’d be delighted to get to know his future daughter in law. Everyone’s problems seemed to be solved.

Jaehee resigned officially a couple of days later and opened up her new café. You and Yoosung helped out as much as you could in your free time. You also talked Jumin into invested, not for profit but to help a good friend. The rest of the RFA had been rather shocked at the announcement but it quickly died down. No one was really surprised that you and Jumin couldn’t be apart even for a couple of hours. Admittedly Zen was fuming for another week and even showed up at C&R International just to check on you. He found you and Jumin talking over coffee you’d gotten at Jahee’s, relaxed and beaming at one another. He left without you even noticing, finally realizing that his worry was not necessary at all. Mr. Chairman quickly learned to adore you. Not only did you make his son happy, but you were also a highly competent and good worker. A real profit for the company.

The happiest, however, was Jumin. He’d never even considered asking you to be his assistant but now he couldn’t imagine anyone more perfect. He never had to fear his father making any advances. He never had to fear betrayal or having to replace you. He got to protect you while simultaneously allowing you to keep your job like you’d asked him to. You were a great worker and reduced his stress by not only cutting his workload in half, but making him relax and smile throughout the entire day. Really, he’d never been happier to go to work then when he did so with you right by his side. “Say, now that I am your assistant, should I call you Mr. Han and Sir as well”, you’d asked one day, grinning cheekily. Jumin had chuckled in reply, husky and warm in ways that caused butterflies in your stomach. “No, my love. You only have to call me that in the bedroom.” He’d winked at you before returning to his work, seemingly unaffected while your face felt like it was burning up. Oh my, working with Jumin sure would turn out interesting…and you were looking forward to every single part of it.

  • what she says: i'm fine.
  • what she means: ok so how did Brian Jones's death become so wrongfully depicted in the media? It's reported that he died under the influence of drink and drugs and became "just another sad rockstar that died drugged and drunk" but first of all the postmortem found little to no evidence of drugs in his system and his blood alcohol level represented the equivalent of just three and a half pints of beer, and people that knew him, Keith Richards included, noted that it was indeed very strange that he drowned in such a short period of time in his own swimming pool while broadly sober, because Brian was a very strong swimmer and very acrobatic in water. Anna Wohlin, his girlfriend of three months and a key witness, maintains that Brian had stopped taking drugs (except for sleeping pills, which he did NOT abuse) when they met in April of '69 and also maintains that Brian was NOT sad, devastated or felt any sort of betrayal against the Stones members for sacking him, he was actually quite relieved (also verified by Keith Richards) and that he and Anna actually had planned to go to the Hyde Park gig so Brian could publicly show he had no hard feelings about leaving the Rolling Stones. He had wanted to get out of the band for some time and wanted to get together a new band, Bill Wyman remembers that Brian was phoning people up about creating a new band before he died and that he called Bill being very excited about it. Anyway, back to what i was saying earlier. Also present that night was Frank Thorogood, a minder aggravated after being fired by Brian on the day of his death because he wasn't doing the building work on Brian's house properly. Brian had expressed guilt over having fired him to Anna and worried he had sounded too harsh on Frank so he invited him back for dinner that night (steak and kidney pie). They later took a midnight swim in which Frank ultimately were left alone with Brian after Anna went inside to take a phone call. And ok so Brian was no angel and used to tease Frank calling him "old man" and while in the swimming pool that night he had teased Frank a little and grabbed his ankles dragging him down. Anna says that she left them to answer a call (that turned out to be from a friend of hers in London) and that Brian was in good shape and spirit when she went inside, and that she believes she was inside for a maximum of 10-15 minutes. Also present was Frank's friend (and rumored lover) Janet Lawson that went inside to find Brian's asthma inhalator that he asked her to get. She looked around the house for it and eventually went to the kitchen where she was met by Frank, she described him shaking to the point he hardly being able to light his cigarette and she sensed something was wrong and rushed out to the pool where she saw Brian laying still at the bottom face down. She (unable to swim) started to shout at Frank to help her but he ignored her cries for help and Anna who was upstairs heard Janet scream "something has happened with Brian" and ran down the stairs where she saw Frank standing there "shaking like a leaf" trying to light his cigarette, she then continued running out, jumping in the pool retrieving him from the bottom and trying to get Brian up on the pool edge, which she wasn't strong enough to do, so she screamed at Frank to help her, in which she said in a (swedish) radio documentary in 2008; "I screamed at Frank to come help me, and then after a while he came dawdling, he didn't seem very interested to come and help me.". She and Janet tried to massage Brian's heart and do CPR and Anna didn't want to believe that he was dead so she just kept on trying but when the ambulance showed up he was declared dead. Anna has always maintained that she didn't think Frank killed him intentionally and that it was horseplay in the pool that went wrong. Terribly wrong. This is also supported by Thorogood’s alleged death bed confession to Tom Keylock, the Rolling Stones driver, in 1993. Tom Keylock repeated his friends confession on Crimewatch in 1994 and told Classic Rock magazine; "In 1993 I went to see Frank in hospital and he said: 'It was me that done Brian.' He was very tired. I said: 'I'll come back tomorrow, and [you can] tell me more.' But he died during the night. I never found out the specifics." AND THEN MY FRIENDS at the inquiry both Janet Lawson and Anna Wohlin (separately at different times and occasions) have claimed that the inquiries were under unfair conditions and Janet Lawson broke her 40 year silence and said in sworn testimony to investigative journalist Scott Jones (in which all information in this post from Janet is taken from), shortly before she died of cancer in 2008, about the inquiry; "A pack of lies, the policeman suggested most of what I said. It was a load of rubbish." The inquiries were held at 3-4 am., she was nervous, confused, and mentally and physically exhausted and were told that she were able to give another statement later on when she was in better shape, which was untrue and she never got to give another statement, so she eventually just said "yes" to the suggestions of the police. PC Albert Evans, who was the first officer on the scene, sensed something was wrong upon arriving and later said about Frank; "There was nothing at the time to connect Thorogood with any more. Just feelings." Evans was NOT asked to attend the inquest. A Sussex officer who can't be named but who knows the case very well made claims about how Anna's statement had been produced and said "Wohlin had been given sedatives by the doctor and had to be actually woken up during the interview. The WDC who wrote that statement was told what to write by Bob Marshall (the chief investigation officer). Bob Marshall was controlling it, the evidence that was written down. He was pushing the buttons." Anna herself has also said that she was under sedation and shock. THE WHOLE HANDLING OF THE CASE IS JUST SO STRANGE AND FLAWED.
  • And after the inquiries Anna was given 5 minutes by the Rolling Stones management to gather some stuff from her and Brian's home so they could send her home on a plane back to Sweden, as she said, "I was just a nuisance, I was just a problem. They had to think about the Stones upcoming U.S. tour and they didn't know what I was capable of." She managed to grab some of Brian's clothes and a couple of his hats and then had nothing else but that and the clothes she was wearing and was quickly smuggled out of the house. She has still kept his clothes after all these years, they hang in her closet. It's the only things she has left of Brian, when she a couple of weeks later went back to England and Cotchford Farm to retrieve her and Brian's possessions everything was cleared and gone. She also keeps a portrait of Brian on her windowsill. After returning home in '69 she also discovered that she was pregnant with Brian's child. But had a miscarriage. She has blamed herself for his death, "No.. I should have never gone inside to answer the phone. You know, when it was me swimming in the pool Brian would always make sure to go outside to check on me every 10 minutes to see that I was ok. I should have stayed. It's just a fact, if I had not gone inside, I would have been there and around him, and it would never have happened. I will always blame myself for it." She couldn't even attend Brian's funeral, something she deeply regrets today.
  • How Brian Jones's death has been portrayed in media is so flawed and wrong and it's been 46 years, HE DID NOT DIE UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF ALCOHOL AND DRUGS AND I DEMAND JUSTICE FOR BRIAN, HE DESERVES IT. (and if anyone would like me to translate the whole radio documentary with Anna Wohlin let me know)

anonymous asked:

Hi! Saw a fanart about this before sooo.. would like to request an HC where MC is also a hacker (maybe as good as God Seven), but she's not affiliated in any organization (freelance?) so didn't come up on the background check and she tells em after they started dating?? Particularly interested in Vanderwood's reaction. Lololol.

✿  ok so I admittedly got a little crazy with this request. Whoops!! we’ve been talking about the Snowden movie in class, so I’ve had vigilante hackers on the brain… 

✿  As usual, I hope you enjoy!


Yoosung

  • Of course he knows about  (♕ ALICE ♕)  - how could he not? Last month the image-boards blew up talking about her after she released a whole host of incriminating government documents to the public! She’s super famous!
  • How does he feel about it? Uh.. well… if…… the government is doing bad stuff…… shouldn’t people know about it? She’s like - a hacker for justice! That’s good, right?
  • Wait, why do you look so relieved?
  • wait what are you
  • what do you mean that
  • i
  • oh my GOD is THAT why you have ALL THOSE ALICE IN WONDERLAND PINS ON UR BAG HE JUST THOUGHT
  • HE JUST THOUGHT
  • OH M Y GOD WHAT THE FUCK WHY IS SOMEONE AS FAMOUS AS YOU DATING SOMEONE LIKE HIM
  • you, of course, are somewhat taken aback. the media is calling you a terrorist and yoosung thinks u are too good for him. 
  • clearly it is the other way around
  • how is this precious angel child still interested in a hacker like you? wtf? 
  • he is hyper proud and clearly does not understand the danger of being with you.
  • you are a vigilante and could get your ass black bagged
  • YOOSUNG PLEASE 
  • the Orwellian big-brother police could fuck your shit up at literally any moment
  • He doesn’t care about any of that. He’s going to protect you! This is a cause you think is important, right? 
  • You’ve always supported him in what he thinks is important. He is gonna do the same!!
  • what are you going to do when the MIB show up yoosung, throw honey buddha chips at them and run while they’re distracted??????
  • he wins u over with his sincerity tho and starts helping you out a bit.
  • He’s actually very very good at doing tedious, methodical tasks like looking through e-mails, so he basically becomes your partner in crime. You do the fun hacking and flamboyant trickery, he does the boring sorting.
  • look at you, corrupting the innocent. good job. 

Zen

  • He notices that you spend a lot of time on the computer, and at first you just coyly say, well - you’re a programmer.
  • It’s sort of true…?
  • Most of the time, your work isn’t… that bad! You’re just a - a freelancer, like… like a graphic designer or a ghostwriter! 
  • It’s - it’s nothing sketchy! It’s just sometimes on the side you…
  • …y;know, hack into government databases and dump all the dirt you find for the public to see.
  • (ok u gotta tell him)
  • He seriously thinks you’re joking at first when you finally drop that your secret identity is  (♕ ALICE ♕), the flamboyant hacker who’s stolen the public eye lately with a promise to ‘Take the world down the rabbit hole of governmental corruption’. 
  • you’re expecting that to be it. You are dangerous, your job is dangerous, and holy fuck if word got out, Zen’s career would be destroyed. 
  • honestly? you consider being the one to do it, to break up with him for his own safety. Jaehee is right. his career is more important than a relationship.
  • Zen, when he finally accepts that you are serious, is like… fuck that lmao
  • Right now??? He only has a career because of your encouragement, so there is NO WAY he is letting you deal with this on your own.
  • For awhile, you consider… dropping your job and finding something more… palatable. Something in security maybe. You know how to break into networks - you can turn that around to protecting them.
  • Zen takes you off guard by saying, in no uncertain terms, no. 
  • This is important to you. He can see how important to you it is by the long hours you work. He knows what it’s like to have people poop all over your dreams, and he is not going to do that to you.
  • ZEN, YOUR DREAMS ARE I L L E G A L THERE SHOULD BE LIMITS TO UR SUPPORT
  • You do, at the very least, use your skills to make Zen absurdly popular. He thought Seven was bad about his dubious promoting? OH LORDIE
  • YOU ARE AN ACTUAL NIGHTMARE

Jaehee

  • jaehee breaks into nigh-hysterical laughter when you tell her
  • oh god
  • how long have you been doing this
  • how did you learn how to do this
  • how did you even get into doing this
  • she’s going to be sick
  • NOT THAT SHE’S DISGUSTED BY IT, she immediately clarifies as you start to wilt. GOD, NEVER. NEVER, NO.
  • she’s just terrified
  • She never really… possibly considered that this world could ever intersect her own, and she’s so scared for your safety.
  • You quickly clarify that you’re just a freelancer, though, uh, the fame you have under your pseudonym is,
  • um
  • well
  • you’ve
  • done some pretty big shit. h-hacking government documents, leaking e-mails… uhhhhhh….
  • the news might… call you a terrorist…? ehe.
  • After she’s calmed down, Jaehee adjusts her glasses and gets to work. looking over her shoulder, you see… travel plans…?? flight agencies..??? what???
  • Jaehee has, true to form, taken it upon herself to manage all of the logistics of your inevitable escape from South Korea. seriously this woman is p r e p a r e d.
  • you’re kind of shocked that she’s totally??? and completely willing to aid and abet a criminal and she just looks u dead in the eyes and says
  • You have no idea what I did underneath Mr. Han.
  • (tbh i’m pretty sure Jumin’s 5th anniversary present to u two is smuggling you both to Jamaica, where you can sip daiquiris on a beach and watch the fallout of your reign of terror from afar.)

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Types partying/drunk  [personal experience]

What types are like when drunk/partying based on what my real life friends with that type have said/done

ISTJ - says “he doesn’t really wanna drink tonight” and refuses to come out when invited, but then later texts, completely wasted, about how awesome drinking is and then adds the details of a programming task with a screenshot and three source files that he managed to finish (while absolutely buzzed), which was actually due 5 weeks later from then
ISFJ - *giggles after her first sip of wine* hehehhe I believe I am very wasted haha forgive me if I say something stupid hehheheh… Oh dear, I really shouldn’t have more of this.. I am so drunk hahaha this is so awkward I feel ashamed!! *was actually given alcohol-free wine* *i love you ISFJ you’re the cutest*
INFJ - *looks like a wasted sloth in a corner while everybody else is yelling, dancing and laughing and then grabs your arm after observing you for a while and quietly murmurs with a very creepy voice* I…seeeeee…you..  *tries to point at your nose but hits your cheek with her finger*
INTJ - disappears because he felt the need to go on a walk to stare at the stars and when he’s looked for and you ask “WHERE WERE YOU” or “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE” he begins the sentence with “Did you know…” and becomes the Wikipedia of astrology
ISTP - sits quietly with his bottle of whiskey most of the time and doesn’t say or do much, and mostly leaves early, but when you actually take the time to sit next to him he may as well put his (absolutely fucking well developed) perv side on and go like “Hey, how would you perform blowjob on someone? My girlfriend is a newbie at this and I’m wondering if you have any tips.” with the straightest.face.ever. When you are like “WTFFF” he doesn’t understand what’s wrong and offers you whiskey. Then repeats the question.
ISFP - Very happy and clumsy, for example my mom pushed a vase off the table and when she tried to catch it, her foot got stuck in the laptop wire aaaand off the table went both vase and the laptop and my mum was on the floor along with both items, laughing at her misfortune and completely ignoring everyone and everything else. Total 100% from quiet sweet mom to YOLO when she’s drunk.
INFP - professes undying love/care to you, would never actually even mention it in the first place and it comes unexpected for you. Then decides it’s a great idea to walk off and disappear into crowds, leaving people wonder and worry where the heck he is and then of course forgets his phone in his friend’s purse and then noone can contact him about his whereabouts and everything’s fucked.
INTP - If he actually manages to come out and party instead of being drunk home alone as he usually prefers, he begins philosophical debate with everything that breathes (and always wins). Is usually the one who downs the most drinks but still looks as sober as before. Also super cute because he gets so drunk he dozes off on your lap and you can tell when he has sobered up a little because when he opens his eyes, his whole being freezes completely when he realises he’s on your lap (OH MY GOD HUMAN CONTACT). Bonus points for if you stroke his hair and hear his heart stop. (i fucking love intps)
ESTP - *to a very handsome tourist guy*  "What do you mean you wanna take me to your hotel? Lol thanks I’m flattered but like, I just wanted a drink and you got me one, soooo… sorry but you have served your purpose ok BYEEE" *turns around, grabs your arm and walks off calmly and confidently like nothing happened*
ESFP - all over the place, happy and manages to do a lot of stupid things, for example runs off alone while smashed at a beach party and then noone knows how the fuck she gets the idea to climb on top of the lifeguard tower, then falls off and breaks her pelvis and then has you all worried in the emergency department the whole night and then comes out laughing in a wheelchair and makes pelvis jokes and then spends the whole summer in bed but still has pelvis-themed parties where everyone makes jokes about it at her place.
ENFP - Full of fun, wants to play truth or dare every god damn time and manages to get all the kissing dares somehow so he ends up kissing everybody in the room (and liking it), then probably does it again with 6 new random people the next day. Even though with not many boundaries, still manages to be very caring and in control all the time and will bring glass after glass to make sure you drink plenty of water
ENTP - usually is fine for ages and makes jokes about others who are drunk BUT then just one fateful sip manages to turn her into a ridiculous jellyfish so you have to pretty much carry her around, hold her up on the bus, protect her not only from perverts but also very fatal things like roads for example, then take a taxi with her, tuck her in her bed and promise her she didn’t ruin the night about 23 times and she still won’t believe you before you agree to stay over for the night and watch cartoons with her
ESTJ - is usually quite disciplined when it comes to drinking but if drunk, she gets way more communicative and actually tells you her lifestory (which you are NOT allowed to mention afterwards when the alcohol fades) and flirts with the bartender and dances on tables and then suddenly with a snap of fingers she’s sitting on the nearest couch, looking half asleep and asking if there are any spare beds or sober drivers because she suddenly got tired of that shit
ESFJ - becomes a total full-on energy bunny and finds 8 new friends within a night and gets their contacts and has selfies with all of them. Already gets in awe with them without knowing them and makes 4 years worth of plans with them all included without them knowing. Will still remember them next day. Also a very amazing listener and definitely the shoulder to lean on because she will forget her own drunkness if you need to be taken care of.
ENFJ - (this is based on myself because I don’t know any other ENFJs in real life) *becomes an overly caring mom* YESSSSS OF COURSE I WILL BUY YOU THIS DRINK SWEETHEART hey actually *taps on other friend’s shoulder* would you like one too? *realises everyone has less money than her because they don’t work* No wait I will buy a round of shots for EVERYBODY! YES! GATHER AROUND ME FRIENDS. *next day, checks bank balance* Fuck. Ok next time I will NOT do that! *does it again next time*
ENTJ - centre of attention, becomes everyone’s favourite quickly because of his dark/sarcastic/well-fitted humour brought to everybody by his need to shine, doesn’t really hold back with drinks, is always the last one to leave a place because, for example, he gets so caught up with chatting about quantum theory and why he thinks it’s got flaws with the hosts of the party place who just stare at him with their mouth open, but since that gives him plenty of time to clean he always leaves the place nice and cleaned up after him and everybody else.

What You Know

GoChi Week, Day 2 – Secrets/Longing

A/N: So. Might’ve stretched canon a bit here bc I don’t remember exactly how much Chi-Chi learns about the incident with Raditz. Again, posted on fanfiction.net and ao3.


“So, when were you going to tell me?”

Goku’s head jerked up, startled from his lightly dozing state by his wife’s voice. She sat next to the hospital bed, eyes focused on the sweater she was knitting – one that was larger than the one she had just finished. He smiled, silently hoping that the sweater was for him before her question finally registered to his tired mind. Puzzled, he tilted his head to the side and asked, “Tell you what?”

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Having an exit plan.

Hello, love bugs !!

Dan x reader

 Warnings – anxiety, panic attacks, agoraphobia, social anxiety, Claustrophobia. 

Could you please do a Dan x reader that has Agoraphobia? Thanks:)


Vid-Con it can literally be the best or worst time in your life. Meeting your favourite You Tubers and meeting all sorts of new friends was a given. The biggest problem for you, however, was the crowds of people. Dan and Phil always made sure you felt as safe as possible. The security team was the best that you could ever ask for. The biggest problem for you was the sheer amount of people. Even though you could always take a break from the crowds you felt this weird sense of duty to meet and talk to anyone that wanted to talk to you. Having tons of people waiting just as long to talk to Dan and Phil just to talk to you made you feel terrible if you heard that someone was upset they didn’t get to meet you.

 Ever since your relationship become public your life changed more than you ever expected. Your Tumblr and snap chat were the only social medias you had public. You would spend hours at night just talking to people on Tumblr. People would send you asks about your relationship with Dan to questions about anything and everything. Meeting all of these people in person was weird. They knew so much about you while you were just getting to know them. 

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Lost and Found

Pairing: Jim Kirk x Reader

Words: 1181  

Summary: You’re having trouble sleeping and didn’t eat well (for whatever reason you choose) and lose consciousness one day during a mission. 

Just to mention: I’m not a native English speaker, so I’m already sorry for grammar or spelling mistakes.



Spock: “Lieutenant Y/N seems tired lately.”

Jim: “She got pretty much on her schedule, she said.”

Spock: “I think she should go to a check up at the med bay.”

Jim: “Why are you so concerned about her, Spock?”

Spock: “I’m surprised that you’re not, Captain.”

Jim: “I’ll talk to her later.”

They both talked quietly, so that you could not hear them, as you were also on the bridge. But there was no time to talk later as the current mission got awry. The natives attacked the two crew members, who were on the planet to collect something.

Jim: “Chekov can you beam them on the ship?”

Chekov: “I’m trying but they move too fast!”

You: “Let me try!”

You run over to the desk, gently pushing Chekov to the side. You bended over the desk and tried your best to get a connection to the two ship members who were still on a planet.

You suddenly felt you knees becoming weak and you the throbbing inside your head increased. You tried to stay focused but the verges of your sight became darker till your sight fully turned black. Everything around you started to twist and sweat was running down your temples.

Chekov: “You got their signal! Get them on board!”

Chekov cheerfully looked at you but his expression immediately changed.

Chekov: “Y/N are you ok!?”

You heard his words but weren’t sure if that was all just real or an illusion.

Spock: “Lieutenant Y/N?”

Jim: “Y/N? What’s wrong?

You heard your crew members calling your name but couldn’t respond. Your knees finally gave in and you crushed to the ground. Hitting the floor with your head.

Jim: “Y/N!!” He screamed your name.

Jim jumped out of his seat, run over to you and lifted your head.

Jim: “Y/N? Can you hear me?”

The touch of his hands was the last thing you could remember before losing consciousness.

Slowly your eyes opened. The light was so bright that you closed them at first again but then tried to open them on a second attempt. You were in the med bay, lying in a bed and linked to some infusions.

Nurse: “She’s waking up.”

A Nurse walked over to your bed and McCoy followed her.

Bones: “God! Finally.”

You: “What happened?”

Your throat felt dry and your head hurt but you could see Bones clearly in front of you now.

Bones: “You got us pretty scared, do you know that?”

You: “What you’re talking about?”

Bones: “Don’t you remember? In the middle of a mission you lost your consciousness, fell to the ground and hit your head. You’ve got a brain bleeding and we weren’t sure if you would wake up any time soon from this. But you did. That’s a miracle.”

He sat down on the chair next to you and looked worried.

You: “What with this face?”

Bones: “Y/N, as we got you into the med bay you were quite weak already. It seemed that you didn’t eat probably and sleep enough.”

You: “Full schedule I guess..”

Bones: “Sure that it’s just because of that?”

You: “I am. No need to worry.”

You reached for his hand to grab it and give him the feeling that it’s true. Your sight wandered around the room and stopped at the table besides you. There was a book lying and another chair with a blanket over the back of the chair.

Bones: “It’s Jim’s.”

You turned your head to face your doctor again. He must have felt your curiosity.

Bones: “He was here and watched over you, nearly everyday.”

You: “Where … where is he?”

Bones: “Guess, he’s taking a rest in his room. Should I call him?”

You: “No. Let him sleep.”

Bones: “You know, I’ve never seen him scared like that.”

You: “He was scared?”

Bones: “We all.”

You felt a tear running down your cheek. You wiped it away and smiled at Bones.

You: “Thank you.”

Jim: “Y/N?”

Jim stood in the doorway with his mouth open. He seemed to be tired, like he just jumped out of bed. His Shirt was wrinkled and his hair out of place.

Bones: “I’ll leave you alone.”

As he said that, he stood up walked over to the door where Jim still stood and laid a hand on his shoulder. He looked him in the eyes and then passed by.

You: “Hey.”

Jim: “Hey.”

His mouth formed a smile and you could see the relief in his eyes. Jim walked over to you and sat down. He grabbed your hand and hold it tight.

Jim: “Don’t do that ever again.”

You: “Not planning on doing so.”

Jim: “Wouldn’t be the same without you.”

You: “Jim, how long was I asleep?”

Jim: “For more than a month.”

You: “What? A month? Where are we now? How did the mission turn out?”

Jim: “Slow. I’ll tell you anything later. First I want to ask you something.”

His smile vanished and a serious expression appeared.

You: “What is it?”

Jim: “Why didn’t you eat probably lately?”

You: “I just forgot it sometimes. There was a lot of stress lately, you know it.”

Jim: “But the other crew members didn’t forget to eat Y/N. There is something other, isn’t it? How much did you sleep?”

You: “Enough to function.”

Jim: “You putted your life in danger, don’t you understand?”

You: “Jim please. You’re not responsible for my health.”

Jim: “I am. As I am your captain.”

You: “Really? You’re playing that card?”

Jim: “Stay serious.”

You: “Sorry.”

You took a deep breath and bit your lip.

You: “I guess I had just trouble falling asleep and I didn’t eat enough. There’s to much on my mind.”

Jim: “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You: “I didn’t want to bother anyone. We all have our burdens. I wanted to handle it on my own.”

Jim sighed and came a little closer.

Jim: “I want you to tell me if something isn’t fine from now on, ok?”

You: “Ok.”

Jim: “Swear it.”

You: “I swear.”

You both started laughing out of relief. As silence appeared again, Jim lifted your hand and kissed your knuckle gently. You looked him in the eyes and so did he. Jim came closer and bended over your bed but didn’t let go of your hand for a second. He gave you a kiss on the cheek. His mouth was sill on the side of your face as you placed your hand on his neck and pulled him closer to kiss him on the mouth. He stopped just a few inches from your lips away. You could feel that he was holding back because he wanted you to be sure but that was something you were sure to want for a long time now.

You: “Kiss me.”

Jim kissed you passionately and long. It was a great feeling finally kissing him. His soft lips made you forget every ache you were feeling for this moment. Your lips parted and you opened your eyes again.

Jim: “Now I am responsible for your health, not only as your captain.”

You: “I don’t mind that.”

daddy || ashton irwin

this definitely contains smut so read at your own risk…

Ashton’s fingers grazed against your thigh. It didn’t matter that you were out with the guys, Ashton was in charge.

Even if you’d wanted to pull away, you couldn’t, you’d be punished for it later.

Ashton’s fingers traveled north and he briefly felt where your panties would be, and you were trying desperately to play it cool.

He leaned in close “Good girl.” He whispered and pressed a kiss to your cheek. He’d specifically told you not to wear any.

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The Jedi Prisoner, Revan.
  • Me: Revan, you should join my crew.
  • Revan: Naw, I'm gonna do this my own way, all alone, as I always have.
  • Me: According to your record, the probability that this will end in catastrophe is 100 perc-
  • Revan: No listen, I have a plan. I'm gonna go to The Foundry.
  • Me: What's that?
  • Revan: In the wrong hands, it could destroy the Galaxy. In mine, it will save it.
  • Me: Well that sounds ominous.
  • Master Oteg: Your shuttle is ready for Tython.
  • Me: Hey, Revan? You sure you don't need...I don't know...maybe some psychiatric help? I mean, you were imprisoned in a Sith Lord's mind for 300 yea-
  • Revan: I'm good.
  • Master Oteg: He's fine.
  • Me: Ok but maybe I should go with y-
  • Revan: Bye.
  • (Me, three days later): So, how's Revan doing? How'd Tython-
  • Master Oteg: I'm a little disappointed, actually.
  • Me: Oh god...
  • Master Oteg: Turns out The Foundry is a genocide droid factory.
  • Me: Of course it is...and how's that going?
  • Master Oteg: Revan's dead and the Empire has control of it.
  • Me: ...it's been 3 days. 3.
  • Master Oteg: Yeah...
  • Me: So we rescued him for...?
  • Master Oteg: Absolutely no reason whatsoever.
  • Me: Awesome.
  • (Me, 1 month later): I wonder what happened to that droid factory?
  • Malgus: With the Foundry's droids, my army will be unstoppable.
  • Me: Oh for...DAMMIT, REVAN!
  • (Me, 1 year later): Well at least all the crap Revan pulled won't be a problem anymore after I killed Malgus. And Revan's dead so-
  • Theron: About that...
  • Me: No.
  • Revan: SURPRISE, BITCHES! BET YOU THOUGHT YOU'D SEEN THE LAST OF ME!
  • Me: Son of a bitch.
  • (Vitiate, being reborn as a result of Revan's actions): MUAHAJHAHAHHAH!
  • Revan: Oh...shit.
  • Me: Remember what I said about a 100% probability of this ending in catas-
  • Revan: Shut up.
  • Ghost Revan: She was right.
  • (Revan, dying for good): Fuck you, me.
  • (Me, 6 months later): I guess the worst is over. I mean we haven't seen any sign of the Emperor. Seems like Revan didn't screw up as much as we thou-
  • Theron: HE'S ON ZIOST! EVERYONE IS POSSESSED AND EVERYONE IS DYING! OH GOD SEND HELP!
  • Me: Dammit, Revan.
  • (Vitiate, consuming all life on Ziost): MUAHHAJAHHAQ!
  • Me: I set my standards pretty low for this one, and yet I'm still disappointed.

anonymous asked:

ok I'm curious, what in CA:CW made you ship MCU!Steve/Tony because I know before that you didn't really ship them.

honestly, it’s not so much what made me ship mcu stevetony as what made me love mcu tony

and mcu tony in cacw was very 616-like to me: less quippy, more openly fucking sad, with his guilt complex really way too obvious, with playing politics, with doing damage control and PR and all the stuff other avengers don’t want to care about, with negotiating ross and trying to keep everyone together (and failing so hard, oh my god, tony), with his self-hatred and loneliness

he’s just pretty much everything i love about tony wrapped up in a pair of the saddest most hurt eyes ever

and where do we see his most emotional reactions? in reply to steve

it’s really really obvious he cares about steve so much. really. so fucking much.

and it’s there in the first scene with ross and the avengers–steve turns to look at tony, and tony takes ages to look up, and they have this silent communication thing and i believe tony knows already then that it will go down somehow, it’ll be a mess, and he has to try and stop it

and then it only gets more obvious

there’s berlin

he starts talking to steve (and steve only) and he wants to convince him, he tries everything. he starts the conversation in a messed up suit and fixes himself because he’s really emotionally vulnerable there, he needs some kind of an armour

and he snaps at steve–give me a break. i’m doing what has to be done. to stave off something worse. because damn he believes this and he doesn’t believe he’ll convince steve, not really, but wow he has to try because steve’s his friend and this is the only way tony can take care of him now and steve’s a good man so if he agrees with tony–maybe so’s tony, and if he doesn’t…well, and damn tony wants his approval

we know how it ends. keep telling yourself that. and tony puts on his glasses, more armour, and you can’t tell me he’s not crying.

HE JUST. CARES. ABOUT STEVE. SO MUCH.

and then zemo happens, bucky happens, steve runs away

and tony talks to ross. sits down, so ross can tower over him, and tony fucking looks up and makes himself physically unassuming and begs, literally begs for a chance to bring steve in before someone’s sent to kill him instead. tony puts his everything on the line for steve then. and he’s so hurt, physically as well now, he’s bleeding, his left arm hurts (his heart hurts :))) ) and all he tries to do is to save steve

the airport scene

THE FUCKING AIRPORT SCENE

with tony having his heart on his sleeve in the most obvious ways possible

and really this whole fucking conversation

you’ve been busy

and you’ve been a complete idiot!

look at how out of it tony is already. he has a black eye (haha do you want to talk about tony opening his faceplate without prompting :))) ) and he’s so done he knows either steve goes with him or he gets killed sooner or later and steve refuses to listen. and look, tony doesn’t know what steve knows at that point. and steve doesn’t really have hard proof either.

so tony’s there trying to convince him but at the end of his line and he’s snapping and he keeps asking and his voice keeps rising and he tries and fails to compose himself so many times

i’m trying to – i’m trying to keep you from tearing the avengers apart

that fucking pause there? he looks away, he shakes his head, he can’t even talk for a moment, it’s so fucking important

steve’s answer? you did that when you signed.

he could stab him as well

and even then tony keeps trying

(do you want to talk about 616 and tony extending his hand and steve EMP-ing him)

except he’s really hurt, really done

so his trying changes into all right, we’re done and he actually spells it out for steve what is going to happen you’re going to come with us, now, because it’s US, and not a squad of j-soc guys with no compunction about being impolite

and there’s a cut to nat, and steve looking around, and back to tony, and he’s hoping, he’s hoping so hard, as if his hope can actually convince steve

he looks away too, and this little come on escapes him

and steve refuses.

(and i’d like to note how at the beginning there tony is like rhodey, you take cap, as if he doesn’t actually want to fight him himself, and then he literally says his plan was to take it easy, he never wanted a full out fight fuck everything, and then RHODEY GETS HURT and it’s all of tony’s nightmare neatly wrapped into one)

and tony watches rhodey being scanned, learns he might be crippled, knows it’s his fault because he’s tony stark, everything is his fault

and then he learns steve might’ve been right

and he leaves immediately to tell ross, to help steve

and ross threatens to arrest him, ross shows him his friends in the raft, his friends who hate him (even though tony is right! they broke the law, each and every one, willingly), and tony still begs them for a chance to help steve

and sam tells him, so tony follows steve

and their meeting is so great? tony’s wary, but yet again opens his faceplate

tells steve he was right. steve accepts his help. tony’s so relieved. he jokes. (he’d have to arrest himself. because it’s true)

it’s so light for a moment

and then zemo shows them the video, and tony watches his parents, his mum getting killed by the man steve risked everything to protect (risked tony to protect)

and tony closes his eyes at some points. he can’t watch. and then he only wants to know one thing.

did you know

and he knows the answer

don’t bullshit me, rogers, did you know

and it’s then when he snaps, just lashes out, wants to hurt bucky (and i’d like to note that even then he’s consciously trying not to kill them. he’s in his full armour. he can take on the hulk or level cities. instead he ties steve’s legs and aims at the walls to cut off their escape and the most damage he does to one of them is to blow bucky’s mechanical arm off, when he’s trying to save his own life)

and the worst line happens

i’m sorry, tony. but he’s my friend.

so was i.

but i think even then it dawns to tony … that maybe no. maybe it was only ever one-sided.

at the end, when steve has tony down and keeps hitting him, and smashes his helmet, and raises his shield–tony covers his face, and he’s convinced steve will kill him

i think steve thought so for a second too

instead, steve smashes the armour reactor. literally breaks tony’s heart. and for a few long seconds, they just look at each other. and it’s all there. all of it. all the could have beens and all the broken trust and all the things they’ll never rebuild now

i ship them in mcu now, because it’s fucking tragic, and i roll like that

but also because, my shipping glasses aside, you can totally see one-sided unrequited love on tony’s part. he really thought steve was his friend. that it ran both ways. he did it all for a man he loved.

they’re both a mess, a destructive mess at that, and we know tony, every tony, only ever wants to be loved. and honestly, after the emotional rollercoaster of tony feels in cacw? i ship them. because it’s terrible and it makes sense, and there’s this steve can only be this mad because he loved tony too

and then there’s imagine if they were in a relationship before

and steve actually calls first

and tony is left with nothing at the end. rhodey’s alive, but hurt, and tony blames himself. vision is there, but every time tony looks at him, he remembers jarvis is gone.

steve sends him a letter, and a phone, and tony doesn’t call; tony knows how it’d end. (tony’s not steve’s friend.)

steve might call.

this movie really wonderfully destroys tony, and you can argue it destroys steve, either, and this is when i’m interested in them.

  • Scene: Altair as the Beast, Malik is Beauty (very fetching in a gown...not really). Kadar as the plot device that brings Malik to Altair's castle to be prisoner forever.
  • Malik: I honestly expected you to be so much scarier what with your frighteningly bad manners.
  • Kadar: how about we not make him angry.
  • Malik: let my brother go.
  • Altair: if you take his place.
  • Malik: ...how about I kill you and then just take my brother?
  • Altair: ...
  • Kadar: ...Malik don't make him angry he has razor sharp teeth and claws like knives. I mean, you're good in a fight and all but he could take you. He's seven foot tall.
  • Malik: fine. I'll stay if you let Kadar go.
  • Altair: Fine.
  • Malik: Fine. SO I'LL JUST BE HERE IN THIS COLD, DREARY PRISON CELL BY MYSELF THEN.
  • Altair: no, you have to go to the fabulous room in my castle
  • Malik: fuck you no i don't.
  • Altair: I WILL MAKE YOU
  • Malik: I cannot believe that bastard is holding me prisoner in this lap of luxury.
  • Altair: I CANNOT BELIEVE HOW UNREASONABLE YOU ARE AT ALL TIMES
  • Malik: I can't believe you won't feed me just because I find your company literally repulsive. Why the hell do you even need me here to begin with? Were you getting lonely with nothing but the furniture to watch you throw your temper tantrums?
  • Altair: STARVE FOREVER YOU ASSHOLE
  • Malik: Bitch, whatever, your furniture already likes me best.
  • (Furniture: Dude we are never, ever getting this curse broken, ever.
  • Furniture 2: I miss my arms and legs. Do you think if we drug them and lock them in a room together and they have sex it'll break the spell?
  • Furniture: ...I think if we tried they'd kill one another.)
  • Altair: Since you are OBVIOUSLY TOO BORING TO LIVE, PLEASE CHECK OUT MY LIBRARY.
  • Malik: PERHAPS I CAN READ YOU A BOOK YOU ILLITERATE ASSHOLE. OH LOOK HERE'S ONE ABOUT MANNERS THAT MIGHT BE RELEVANT TO YOUR LIFE.
  • Altair: I don't need books I can climb walls with my CLAWS.
  • Malik: I can feel myself growing stupider every day in you company.
  • Altair: SO TOMORROW YOU'LL HAVE THE IQ OF A ROCK?
  • Malik: ...I think you just insulted yourself.
  • Altair: No I didn't.
  • (Furniture: how about a song? we can just sing them into falling in love.
  • Furniture 2: no we have to put one of them in mortal danger so the other one realizes they secretly have feelings for the one in danger.
  • Furniture: ...you just want an excuse to light something on fire.)
  • Malik: HOW THE FUCK DID YOU LIGHT YOURSELF ON FIRE?
  • Altair: I'm covered in fur, dickwad
  • Malik: I cannot believe my life right now. I am literally rubbing snow on your giant naked body while your fur blows smoke up my nose.
  • Altair: Well, if you'd done something besides stand there and LAUGH we wouldn't be in this situation, would we?
  • (Furniture: oh my god.
  • Furniture 2: song or drugs. these are our choices now.)
  • Malik: did you put something in my food?
  • Altair: What is happening to my penis? Why is this happening?
  • Malik: ...are you kidding me right now?
  • Altair: I GOT CURSED AT LIKE AGE 11 OKAY. IT'S NOT LIKE SOMEONE TOOK THE TIME TO EXPLAIN A THING. Seriously though, it like wants to get closer to you.
  • Malik: you are a seven foot tall creature with three inch knives at the end of his fingers I don't think your mammoth dick will be getting anywhere near me.
  • Altair: but it wants you!
  • Malik: ...no.
  • (Furniture: SONG. OUR ONLY WEAPON IS SONG.
  • Furniture 2: *hums a tune*)
  • Altair: So, uh, when I got cursed the lady told me that I had to find someone to love me or I'd die at age twenty one.
  • Malik: When do you turn twenty one?
  • Altair: like tomorrow.
  • Malik: ..............................................
  • Altair: I'm only telling you because the lamps have been following me around aggressively singing about it all night.
  • Malik: at least it wasn't a feather duster with a lonely solo. What kind of love are we talking about here? Like forever or I'd do you for a night kind of love?
  • Altair: I'm not really sure. It happened pretty fast, I opened the door there was this hag and I was like ew no but she got all offended, killed my parents, took my kingdom, turned my servants into objects and abandoned me here as an eleven year old beast-child.
  • Malik: ...I did not think it was possible to feel sympathy for you but I think that's what's happening.
  • Altair: yeah, you'd think she'd be all like: look here child, there's more to life than how things look, or something. I mean I was a child. Also you're really good looking so I'm not sure what the ultimate moral of the story is.
  • Malik: *shrugs*
  • (Furniture: ok, new plan. We're going to storm the village, kidnap the brother and hold him as ransom until Malik declares his true and undying love for Altair.
  • Furniture 2: *takes all the knives* I'm ready.)
  • Altair: I...am not responsible for this.
  • Malik: I cannot believe I'm being forced into a shotgun wedding by a candelabra and a clock. OH ALTAIR THE LOVE THAT I FEEL FOR YOU IN MY HEART KNOWS NO MORTAL BOUNDS.
  • Altair: You could at least try to sound sincere.
  • Malik: whatever. get down here so I can kiss you.
  • Altair: at least I won't die without this final indignity.
  • Malik: ...*smooches Altair*
  • Altair: ...what's happening? *explodes into light, dramatically, entire castle is suddenly sparkling and pretty again, everything is awesome*
  • Malik: ...
  • Kadar: dude! kiss me!
  • Malik: what? No.
  • Kadar: you kissed him and he turned into a handsome prince with a house full of servants and an entire kingdom to obey him. Kiss me, I just want a horse and a girlfriend.
  • Malik: you are ridiculous and stupid.
  • Altair: ha! you liar. You said you didn't love me.
  • Malik: that is not what I said. I said the love that I feel for you in my heart knows no mortal bounds.
  • Altair: Yes but you were just being an asshole.
  • Malik: was I?
  • Altair: I thought?
  • Malik: maybe you shouldn't do that anymore. Now that you're man-sized and non-lethal how about we go to your room and I'll explain the whole sex thing to you.
  • Kadar: could someone untie me tho?
  • Kadar: no?
  • Kadar: that's fine.
  • Kadar: you'll come back eventually.
  • Kadar: ...won't you?
  • Kadar: MALIK!

blackwolf7337  asked:

I go to over a dozen different zoos a year and I've never seen one that didn't cohab snakes. I was hoping (but not expecting) that maybe the size of the shared space decreased the animals' stress. Most zoos are great until it comes to their snakes :/

Yeah, there’s a LOT of issues in reptile care. There’s- actually, ok, this gets interesting. Sorry in advance for turning this into a Big Long Thing! But there’s all kinds of reasons that zoos do what they do- and while I don’t work in one, I know a good bit of the history of reptile keeping.

Reptiles in zoos have a long history of being poorly kept, largely because the zookeepers didn’t know any better. Before the 1900s, zookeepers applied a lot of mammal care principles to their reptiles and they died pretty quickly. However, at the start of the 20th century, reptile care got a lot better thanks to this really awesome British herpetologist- Joan Beauchamp Procter. She had this radical idea that reptiles need appropriate heating and UV light and had the London Zoo’s reptile house built with special glass that actually allowed UV light to filter through. She also had this really well-socialized Komodo dragon who would walk with her on a leash and kind of acted as an informal service animal when she had to start using a wheelchair- but that’s not important to the story. The story is “what’s up with cohabbing and why do we do it,” and by “we” I mean both zoos and captive hobbyists because if you get off the internet and talk to people who have been in the hobby since the 80s, you’ll find that there’s… well, there’s a distinctly old-school way of keeping animals that involved a lot of cohabitation.

See, in the 1970s and 1980s, you get the real explosion of the reptile hobby trade, and that is where things get really interesting. There were these reptile collectors- people like Hank Molt and Tommy Crutchfield- who made a living off of traveling the world and playing fast and loose with international animal import/export laws. Many of them sold animals to zoos, but zoos had really tenuous relationships with these guys because they would go up against them in court but at the same time, they were often some of their best customers because these smugglers were the only way new and rare species got out of their home countries. The zoos were faced with a bit of a conundrum- the smugglers were going to get these species out anyways and there was nothing they could really do to stop them. Time and time again, they’d get arrested, but they kept managing to come up with creative new ways to get out of trouble. And the animals’ habitats were being decimated, things were going on the endangered species list faster and faster- wouldn’t it just be better if the zoos bought into this trade and that way they could get a species survival plan going? So they kept buying animals. 

Which brings us to the next problem: the reptile smugglers were pretty much the only people who knew how to keep these animals alive, but they always valued quantity over quality when it came to care. They were the ones writing the magazine articles and taking the trips and doing the collecting- and so a lot of what we know about husbandry comes directly from these guys. This includes a lot of cohabbing practices- you’ll see in the older care guides that they often recommend keeping animals together to encourage breeding. 

I don’t work at a zoo, so I can’t say for sure why zoos still cohab. I know they have way more resources and animal care experience than your average pet owner, and way more space for enclosures. I know the history of how we got care information, and I also do know that zookeepers have to take their educational mission into consideration as well. Perhaps in the future we’ll see more exhibits that have one focal animal - but I’d love to get some actual zoo staff chiming in on all of this!

(Also, recommended reading if you want to know more about the wild and wooly days of the early reptile trade- Stolen World: a Tale of Reptiles, Smugglers, and Skulduggery by Jennie Smith and The Lizard King by Bryan Christy.)

G dragon Scenario #54 “I didn't mean that” REQUEST

Note: This gifs are not mine, all the credit to the owner.

“I didn’t mean that” Ji yong was lying in the bed with you on top of him, staring at him in complete shock after what he say. Your legs that were spreading at his waist moved away from his body, now were lifting you up.

“Wait” he reached for your wrist before you could move even more away from him. You were still on top of him but your weight wasn’t resting on him anymore but in your knees. “I didn’t mean that Y/N” he tried to explain but it was too late.

“Ok” you only managed to say that. “Y/N…” he lifts his upper body till he could be face to face with you “… look at me”

You didn’t, your eyes kept looking down.

Ji yong stopped looking at you too, and bite his lips. He knows he fucked up really bad this time. “I’m sorry” he says.

“Don’t be…” you finally look at him “… you just were being honest”

“No I wasn’t, Y/N…” his hand tried to reach for your face, but you moved it away before it touches you “… please”

You started to move so you could stand up but he didn’t let you “No, please stay” his hands holds your waist, keeping you in your place.

“I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean to said that” his eyes kept looking for yours, but yours were still looking away.

Ji yong crossed the line, this time a simple sorry wasn’t gonna be enough.

“Y/N I’m talking to you, can you please look at me?”

This time you did, you looked at him, but only lasted a few seconds, before you moved away from him in quick moves. He didn’t try to stop you this time. You stood up, and looked for your shirt on the floor as Ji yong was starting to stand too. “What are you doing?” he asked but you ignored him, you were busy putting on your shirt as fast as possible.

“You are not going anywhere Y/N” he mean it, and you know it. But you can’t be there anymore.

You turned around walking to the door, but, like you were expecting he holds your waist and lifts you, taking you away from the door as far as possible.

“PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW!” you yelled, you are not only hurt now but furious, like never before.

Ji yong puts you down carefully, but his hands holds your arms as soon as he did. He wasn’t going to let you leave “I need you to calm down, ok?”

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!” you screamed as loud as your lungs allows you. “No, I need you to calm” he says. His voice was almost a begging now.

“Let me go!” the tone in your voice was still louder than his but not as before. “But I need you to calm, ok?” he demands.

“I am calm” your voice was in a normal tone now. You need to control yourself in order to leave. You need to be smarter, you need to make him believe that you were starting to calm.

And it worked, Ji yong finally lets you go. “You can’t just leave in the middle of the night…”

“I wasn’t planning to leave…” you lied interrupting him “… I just needed some space” that was true but what you didn’t say is that the space you needed and still need are miles.

“Baby, I really didn’t mean to say that” he walks towards you, but stopped when you stepped back. “I understand” again, you were lying.

The atmosphere got a lot heavier than before as the silence between you two keeps prolonged more than necessary.

“I’m very sorry” he says, trying to reach for your hand, but again, you moved away.

“I need to use your bathroom” you said.

Ji yong nods, and then he looks at you, leaving the room. He sits at the edge of the bed feeling like the worst piece of shit, resting his arms in his knees and looking down to the floor. He was too busy trying to find out how to apologize that he didn’t notice that when you leave the room you didn’t went to the left where the bathroom was, you turned to the right were the living room was.

You took your bag from the couch and also your coat, trying to be as quiet as possible. The last thing you wanted is he hearing you and dragged you to the room again. You walked to the entrance and took your shoes, you walked with them in your hand and you opened the door slowly. You walked out and closed the door, making sure to not make a single sound. When you were finally out you put your shoes on and started to walk towards the elevators. Fortunately one was arriving in that moment so you got into it and you pressed the button to the first floor.

Meanwhile Ji yong was already walking to the bathroom looking for you, after waiting all this time for you. But he didn’t even have to get closer, he could see that the door was open and the lights were off from where he was at the hallway.

(No she didn’t!) he says to himself as he walked towards the living room, looking for you. 

You weren’t there, not even your bag was there anymore. “You have to be kidding me!” he says as he ran to the door.

Ji yong got to the elevators but there was none of them there. “COME ON!!!” he was desperate. He took out his phone and started to call you over and over, until one of the elevators arrives. “Why are you so stubborn?!” he says, brushing his hands through his hair harshly. A sign that he was frustrated, and mad, really mad.

The elevator finally comes and he got in, pressing the same button you pressed a few minutes ago. He got into the lobby and asked for you, with the security guy “Yeah she was here” he said, and then Ji yong went out of the building, to the dark, empty and cold street… you weren’t there anymore.

At that moment, you were in a taxi going to your friend’s house. You were tempted to go to your house, but just the thought of him, looking for you there, made you change your mind. You don’t want to see him.

Ji yong got back to his room, and tried to contact you all night, he didn’t even sleep. He was desperate cause that morning he had a flight out of the city, and it was going to be out for three days. Which means that he won’t be able to talk to you until he comes back, and knowing how impulsive you are, he was scared that when he does, you weren’t a couple anymore.

But you never answered his calls or his messages.

You were so mad this time, and it’s his fault. Now he has to assume the consequences.


“Is she still mad?” Taeyang asked Ji yong, as he saw him sad, and staring at his phone. He didn’t answer, but the look in his face said it all.

Taeyang sat next to his friend while the others were checking in their luggage “Just give her some time…” he softly taps on Ji yong´s back “… let her calm down”

“I have no option now, she not only will get time but also space” he really didn’t want to go on this trip, all he wants is to see you, and to apologized. “That is not necessary something negative man, it will let her calm”

“Yeah, but what if when I came back all of her stuffs are gone?” he was really scared about that. You two just moved together a few months ago. You still have your own place but most of the days you are at his house.

Taeyang didn’t know what else to say, so he just stayed quiet, trying to comfort his friend just with his company.


The days passed and Ji yong was coming back home…

These days away from you confirm him how much he truly loves you, and how much he needs you. There wasn’t a minute in which he wasn’t suffering knowing that he had hurt you, that he had hurt the most important person to him. Even at the concert people noticed him distracted and ausent.

He couldn’t help it, just the thought of losing you is destroying him.


“I’m coming back home, I’ll be there in ten minutes… I hope to see you there” that’s the last message he sends you. Above it, there was, probably more than twenty messages, from different days, all from him, and every single one of them ignored by you.

When he got to his house he didn’t have any hopes to see you there, but still, for some reason he didn’t understand, he never felt scared to open his door. But why? Why he was acting like this when he was sure that you weren’t there.

It took him more than necessary but when he eventually opened it he got really surprised to see some lights on.

“Y/N?!” he says immediately, feeling happy. He steps inside, leaving his luggage at the entrance and closing the door. But his happiness disappeared since there was no answer.

Ji yong walks in, looking around, looking for you or even a signal that you were there.

(Maybe she just took her stuffs and left the lights on… maybe she forgot to turn off the lights…) all this scenarios were passing through his mind, and every one worse than the other, but everyone leads to the same ending, which is you leaving him.

But then, there you were, lying on the couch with his blanket wrapping you. He couldn’t be happier to see you there.

Ji yong approaches to you smiling like an idiot. He missed you so much.

As he was getting closer his smile started to fade away, you were sweating and your cheeks were red. He went to his knees, right in front of you, and then he put his hand over your forehead, being extra careful since he didn’t want to wake you up.

“Mmm” you said, moving a bit, as you felt his touch. “Shhh its ok” he says, with his hand still over your forehead.

You slowly open your eyes and see him.

“Hey there” he smiled, moving away his hand, but making sure to caress your cheek as he did. “I shouldn’t be here” your voice was nearly a whisper. You were feeling so weak, you couldn’t even keep your eyes open.

He then noticed a box on the floor…

You were leaving him.

Early that day you came to picked up the last few things you have left there. Just stupid little things. All of your clothes and important stuff were already at your house. You picked them up the days he left.

You weren’t supposed to be there when he came back. But you were sick, really sick. You passed out in his couch after you finish packing up.

“You have fever” he says.

“I’m ok” you said, trying to stand, but he stopped you. “No you’re not”

Ji yong stood up and then he slides his arms below your body, lifting you up in his arms.

“What are you doing?” you complained. “Taking care of you, since you can’t do it on your own”

“You don’t have to”

“No, I don’t…” he was walking to his room with his eyes in front “… but I want to”

“Ji yong…” you started but then he looks at you, with that gaze, that gaze that only he can make, that gaze that leaves you speechless.

You still love him, and deep down you were really happy to see him.

“Don’t fight with me on this one, there’s no way I’ll let you go like this”

“Ji yong…”

“No…” he says before even listen what you were about to say “… you can leave if you still want, but only after you recover”

You got into his room and he puts you on his bed, being really careful.

“Where are you going?” you asked him as he walks out. “I thought you didn’t care” he was actually leaving to call a doctor. It was pretty convenient that one of his neighbors were one, although this was going to be the first time he would ask for his help.

“No… that was you” you said, remembering the words he said that night.

“Y/N…”

“That hurt me” you interrupted him. “I know… and I’m sorry”

“I just wanted to be with you, to make you feel good, and you rejected me in the worst way”

Ji yong walks towards you again, and sits on the bed right beside you “I’m sorry…”

Your eyes started to fill with tears. “… of course I do like you, I love you, I love everything about you. Is just that…” he sighed “… I was really angry that day and I let it out with you”

That day, the day you left, you were about to make love…

He was coming from the studio, and he was tired, but mostly he was frustrated with his schedules. Especially with this unexpected trip, at the last minute.

You were waiting for him, he called you that afternoon telling you about the trip and you notice that he was mad, so you wanted to distract him. You wanted to make your last night together special. You wanted him, you needed to be with him, to feel his touch, but again, he wasn’t in the mood.

But you weren’t counting with the fact that he wasn’t in the mood.

 

You were making out, right in this bed, when you asked him why he was acting so cold, and he just said, “I’m tired” so you kept going, you told him that he didn’t have to do anything that he just had to enjoy it.

 

But after a few more minutes he stopped you saying that he wasn’t in the mood. And then you asked him, playing “Why? Don’t you want to be with me? Don’t you like me anymore?” and his cold “No” broke your heart.

“I acted like an asshole…” he was about to cry too “… and the worst part is that I hurt you…”

“You did” you agreed with him. He just nods.

“I was angry because of that trip, cause I was going to be away from you, even more than we already are” his career does not allow him to spend all the time he wants with you.

“You should had say it”

“I know…” tears were already leaving his eyes “… I really didn’t mean to say that, please don’t leave me, please don’t go…”

You looked at him, and he does the same. Both shared a long gaze, and before you even know why or how, you were kissing each other.

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“Where are you!?” The boy rummaged through the burneddebris. Small fires slowly dying out as time progressed. “Please!” The young gem overturned a piece of broken space craft, searching frantically for the girl. His ‘Twin’.

 “Sunstone!”  He collapsed to his knees, tears rolling down his cheeks as he looked about the small crater the impact had caused. “Please.” With his last plea he cast his gaze to the stars.

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Won’t happen again.

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Simon Dominic X Ness

You were so excited you were finally free from work and were able to go watch at least one of the concerts that the AOMG crew was having in Seoul, and you really wanted to support your boyfriend Kiseok or also known as Simon Dominic. You wanted to show him that you really cared about him and his love for music.

You were almost done getting ready, you wore a swagy outfit, an army bomber jacket with light wash ripped jeans and a sneaker wedge, tryna match the aomgs theme.

You texted Jay and told him that you just left the aparatment, you were planning on surprising Simon, because he’s been asking you to come and your work hours never worked with their concert hours, so you decided one day of an extra shift should make up for today.

Jay was waiting for you at the entrance because he knew it would be very hard for you to manage to find them in that big concert hall that they have book.

“Heyy you” you told Jay in a cheery voice, he came to and gave you a tight hug, “Heyy, you made it, I haven’t seen you in a long time”

“I know but I’ve been busy with work you know” you told Jay and he nodded understandingly.

Jay was one of the closet people to you from the AOMG crew after Simon, he always has that laid back friendly feeling, so it was easy to get close to him.

You guys were walking in to where the waiting rooms were and you could hear their loud voices from far, you looked at Jay smiling at them, Jay was just shaking his head at them and smiling.

You were glad you came, because you love being around the guys and hoody, they all make each other feel like their family and no one is ever left out, so when ever you had a bad day, the AOMG lounge is where you usually go.

Some girls were sitting in the waiting room too, you figured they were the backup dancers, you really liked the dancers from the videos you saw of them they were so good, and you wanted to see them live too.

When you walked in the guys still didn’t notice you coming in, you were glad because you wanted to surprise Simon, but before you could announce yourself you saw Kiseok sitting next to one of the dancer super close and just smiling and laughing at whatever she was saying, you were really getting really pissed and hurt, wondering if Kiseok does that every time your not around him, you had seen pictures on his SNS with the dancer but Simon was always friendly and you didn’t think anything more to it so you brushed it off, but the scene in front of you may have been proving you wrong.

Jay noticed the change in your face and how uncomfortable you looked, so he cleared his throat,

“Hey guys, Ness is here with us tonight, were finally complete” he said trying to get everyone’s attention and make a joke at the same time.

“Heyyyyy” Ugly Duck was the first one to come and give you a crushing hug, you noticed from your side eye how Simon shifted and quickly got up, you were just giving everyone hugs and greeting them.

Simon finally came to you and gave you a hug ”hey baby”, you didn't greet him back.

“Someone was being a little too comfortable” but the tone you said it in scared the shit out of Simon, and the death glare you gave him made his know you weren’t joking, but you didn’t want to ruin the night for the guys and start a fight, but Simon was defiantly going to get the cold shoulder from you.

You were never one to accuse him of anything or point out everything but when you did give him a cold shoulder he knew you were really mad.

You stayed with Jay for most of the time and Jay knew why, so he didn’t make a joke about it and just let you.

They guys were getting ready to go on stage, Jay was going to go first so Simon’s turn wasn’t coming soon, so he took the opportunity to talk it out while no one was noticing.

“It’s not what you think” he said in a low voice

“Oh really, so you weren’t flirting with the dancer when I came in, because I’m pretty sure you were”

“I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean for to come out that way” he said in a defeated voice because he knew better then to try and deny anything.

“yeah well it did, and its pretty fucked up, I came here to surprise you and show you my support and I come to that scene” you said in a really angry voice but still kept it low.

“I’m soo sorry, I really appreciate it, and I’m soo sorry I promise it wont happen again”

“oh it better not” you finally said, “no go out there or Jay will think I murdered you or something” you said,

“ok, but know I’m making it up to you” he said then gave you a peck, but you held his shirt and pulled him closer, he was a little shocked from your move but then he kissed you back,

you looked up at him and said “you owed me that kiss” he just smiled,

he knew you didn’t forgive him completely but he was half way there.

“good luck babe” you told him.

you knew Simon wouldn’t cheat on you, but that didn’t mean its fine to flirt with other girl.


Author’s Note: I hope you guys liked it, and thanks to the anon who requested it, I will be making a masterlist for both mobile and regular users, its coming sooon~~~

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Pathetically

A/N: I posted this before but tumblr screwed up so I’m posting it again. 

Description: Phil isn’t sure what they are any more. Then he screws up. 

Word Count: 2K


Their situation is fucked up. Like… well and truly beyond what is normal.

Phil first met Dan four years ago. At the time Dan had a girlfriend. Phil can still remember the disappointment he’d felt at that. Dan was… everything he was attracted to. Smart, funny, sarcastic, quick witted… the fact that he was also very nice to look at didn’t help Phil’s immediate crush at all.

The first year he knew Dan was confusing. There were moments. Many moments between them. And Phil wasn’t sure if he was just projecting the feelings he couldn’t seem to will away on to innocent situations, or if there was actually tension between them.

They were glances amongst conversation when no one else was paying attention. Late nights texting each other well in to early hours of the morning. It was Dan always making sure he was sitting next to Phil and nudging him at every inside joke they had (because in that first year they shared so many jokes between them).

And it could have all been innocent.

But Phil wasn’t sure.

Then, exactly a year after they had met, Dan told him.

‘Emily and I broke up.’

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1. Have You Coming Back Again by whoknows (31k)

It’s five o’clock in the morning. Louis has a lecture at half eight. He could be using this time to study or to do his readings or to go to the gym, but - well. He doesn’t have any exams coming up, he’s not going to his seminar today anyway and he hates the gym.

Instead he’s using this time to fuck with Harry Styles’ poor little brain.

Louis jogs across the street and jabs the key into the car door. It opens easily, not that he was expecting anything else. He copied the key for a reason, after all.

He’s got Harry’s schedule memorized, more because the guy keeps following him around than anything, so he doesn’t bother looking around before climbing behind the wheel and setting his bag on the passenger seat. It’s a Monday, which means that Harry doesn’t even get out of bed before noon unless he’s planning on harassing Louis.

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