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.

anonymous asked:

so like... what if keith had died infiltrating that galra base in the last s2 ep... and what if shiro didn't disappear. (i mean voltron is the key to their win so i guess they'd flee) what do u think would have happened?

aSDFGHJKLLL;FD   An ON,,,,   

i was not prepared for this ask bro lmao. ok but,,, really though: Shiro knew the risks. No one sugarcoated this. Kolivan literally called it a suicide mission, so Shiro was ready to face facts. As much as he clearly hates the thought of losing Keith, of letting him go ahead and sacrifice himself–he has to literally stop and close his eyes and compose himself for a moment–he knows they have limited options. Keith not making it was a very real possibility. Shiro had to accept that. 

And as for what his plan would be if Keith didn’t make it out well,, Shiro flat out tells Pidge there isn’t one

If Keith died, I completely believe there would’ve been no way to back up the plan and they would have to just get out and go. I imagine the paladins would react pretty similarly to how they did when Allura “died”–they would all kind of freeze up and break down, so Shiro would have to take charge and snap them out of it, convince them to keep going and concentrate on just surviving the fight. There will be time to mourn later, when they’re back at the castle and they don’t have to worry about anymore casualties. If they’re lucky, then they’ll escape with all the lions and just wormhole out; if they’re not, then Red will go autopilot and attack Zarkon’s fleet, rampaging like she did in BOM. In which case, the galra might recapture her. Just like before. 

The paladins would definitely be inconsolable for a while. Shiro puts up a brave face in front of them, holds them and listens to them when they need it. But as soon as he slips back into his own room, away from everyone else, he lets himself cry. And he just breaks down. Because all this time he thought it would be him. If anyone, he thought for sure he wouldn’t make it. But Keith always believed, always had such hope–and he looks at Shiro and saying things like It’s good to have you back, and My life would be a lot different without you. And Shiro chose Keith as his successor because he saw that hope, that fighting spirit. And he thought it would carry everyone else to victory long after he was gone. 

But now Keith’s dead and he’s not, and he’s not quite sure how to even process that. 

And I mean, no one else looked out during that fight and softly said Keith’s name like this

Losing Keith would hit them all hard alright. But I don’t think it’s a secret Shiro would be hurt the most. He’s the only one who knows Keith on such a close personal level. He would have to try to shoulder on though, to keep himself together for everyone else’s sake. I could see him being a lot quieter and more withdrawn though. And all the paladins are probably a lot more jaded and serious. Shiro will also have to find someone else to train as a future leader eventually. But I think it will be a while before he’s emotionally ready to commit to something like that again. 

The thing about Keith dying and Shiro disappearing though, is you can at least bring Shiro back. Dying is a little more permanent. But even still, we know of Voltron characters who have cheated death. Zarkon has unnaturally prolonged his life for 10,000 years. So, with enough quintessence and something resembling a body, provided you had a druid or two, I’m pretty sure you can get a zombie galra keith out of the deal if you wanted to. 

I don’t think Shiro would go crawling back to the witch who took his arm and beg for her to bring back his closest friend as a hollow shell of himself feeding off stolen life though. However, if Haggar were to resurrect Keith on her own and use him as a bargaining chip, well–I think that’s a different story. After all, she called Shiro their “greatest weapon.” She clearly poured a lot of time and resources into him and probably wants her investment back. I can see Shiro willingly turning himself in to save Keith. Especially considering how guilty he would probably feel over letting him suffer so much already. Not that it’s Shiro’s fault, but he would still feel responsible. 

And I mean, if the galra first captured the red lion back during the Altean war, then they’ve had her for a solid 10,000 years–and presumably, they haven’t found a pilot in all that time. Like, she’s really picky. So if they did recapture Red, then it just makes sense to bring back Keith and try to brainwash him if they could. What’s the use in keeping a lion if you don’t have anyone to pilot it? 

Plus, once the druids set to work and figure out he’s galra, I’m sure that will give them even more incentive. Zarkon said Keith fought like one and he meant it as a compliment; he’s always talking about returning the lions to the empire where they belong. I think in his mind, leaving the red lion with a galra (albeit only a half-blooded one) would be just fine. So long as they made sure he was loyal.

Of course, this is really just veering more into personal headcannon territory lmao. On the paladins’ end I think the basic goal would stay the same–find a new fifth pilot and figure out how to form Voltron. You just have to replace Keith instead of Shiro. I assume Lance would still switch to Red and Allura to blue, and they’d just work with Shiro still piloting Black. 

  • 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)
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.’

5x Bruce Told Tony to be Quiet and 1x He Didn't

We all  love science husbands and when Tony fics are angst free so here ya go!

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“Say Bruce.”

“What is it Tony?” Bruce didn’t even look up from his desk, staring at the lay out for the weapons systems for the new QuinnJet. The Team had requested some pretty intense upgrades and he was struggling with the final plans. He just didn’t know how it would be possible to fit-

“Say, BRUCE.” Tony repeated louder.

“Yes.” Bruce sighed and sat back, rubbing his eyes. “Yes, Tony what is it?”

“So does, you know, being big and green make it difficult to date? Or do ladies really go for that?”

“Tony.”

“No I’m really asking here. You know, for science.” Tony’s eyes were sparking playfully even as he tried to keep a straight face. “Do you start the date all hulked out, or pull out the big guns after she’s back at your place?”

“Tony. I live here. The Tower is ‘my place’. And I’m sure everyone can vouch for me when I say I’ve never brought a woman back here.”

“Well, we have a Hulk-safe containment room. Nobody REALLY knows what you do in there.”

“That’s enough.” Bruce turned away to go back to working, and Tony frowned at his back.

“For a scientist, you sure aren’t open to discussing theories.

“ENOUGH Tony.”

Tony shut his mouth.

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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.

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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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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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.

thedaywasnew  asked:

Hi guys! I recently marathoned Black Sails and i loved it! the only thing I'm sad about is that i didn't watch it in real time... I don't care if my ship is cannon, but I found that seeing it all at once means i know what happened to everyone, and I'm having a hard time shutting it off. I want to be into it, bc there are so many characters and ships i like in BS, but i don't know how to make the story feel open for exploration. any ideas or thoughts on how to incept myself into BS fandom?

Hello! Of course Elizabeth is answering this. This is a GREAT ASK, thank you, and not just because the entry point to this question is Black Sails ⚓⚓⚓. 

(I’ll have you know this is one of, like, three gifs of Flint smiling in the entire series. I also googled “Black Sails happy” and…no one looked happy.)

OK so it seems like there are a few things going on here. Apologies for taking what’s ostensibly about one show and turning it into something broader, but I think it gets at fundamental questions of fannish engagement, so I’M GOING IN.

1) Watching/reading a series all at once 

Flourish and I talk about this one a lot, because we (and many others) have observed that younger/newer Harry Potter fans approach characters and plot elements VERY differently than we do, and we chalk a lot of this up to reading the books as a complete text versus reading it with miserable long gaps in which to turn over every freakin detail only to have 75% of it jossed when the next book came out. In 2002 I legit read this one page of Dumbledore dialogue in GoF 100 times thinking there was a clue that was just…under…the surface.

I think that with some texts and with some fans, the serialized nature of TV and book series are the way in—we climb into those gaps and lingering there, waiting and obsessively turning things over and imagining all the branching possibilities, all the future reveals, all the resolutions, is part of the pleasure. I sure as hell wouldn’t have fallen for Sherlock if I hadn’t shown up to poke at the gaping emotional wound between s2 and s3. (Frankly if you showed me all four seasons at once I’m not sure I’d even like the show—my lingering emotional loyalty was the only thing that kept me saying anything nice about s4.) 

If I had not watched Black Sails all in one go it would have been LITERAL TORTURE FOR ME. I had to pause for a week while traveling and I started to read fic that actually spoiled parts of the fourth season WHOOPS. :-/// But I can also understand how watching it all in one go wouldn’t give you enough space. But then, we watched the same way and I am deep in it, plotting out fic and everything. So maybe… 

2) A complete text can stay with you but might not give you a way in

This happens to me with books *all the time*. I’ll read something that shakes me—I’ve often used the metaphor “knocks your world off its axis” when describing a really great book, like it can be the subtlest tilt and you’ll feel like everything’s changed. I think it’s pretty normal for texts to stay with you? If they’re good or if they touch you in some specific way? Especially if you’re fannish and really feel the media you’re consuming.

But one thing I often find about books is they’re more…complete. Even when television shows end properly, rather than being cancelled, they might stretch for longer than what was initially planned, for example, so it doesn’t feel like the arc of the plot was as carefully constructed—often it can’t be, especially with long-running American shows (and of course with classic episodic television, say, a monster-of-the-week show, it’s not even structurally designed to have the same sort of ~ABCDE structure as a novel might). 

Black Sails is not one of those shows—they knew they were bringing the story to a close, and the entire show rests on carefully-plotted narrative arcs. (Not to mention there was an actual ~canonical endpoint for all the Treasure Island characters, ie where the book begins (like, sort of). I mean, there were also canonical endpoints for Jack, Anne, Vane, Blackbeard, Hornigold, and every other historical figure, but…)

Over the years I’ve joined fandoms for WIPs as well as finished products, and often for me fandom’s been a way of trying to mend the wounds of a media property I found incomplete, either narratively (with bad writing) or literally (like, when a show ends abruptly). I think for some fans, this is a crucial piece—they say that when they find something too complete, there’s nothing to mend. 

3) Different modes of fannish engagement

So here’s another thing I’ve observed—different friends have different definitions of “fandom.” So people are like, “Oh yeah, I’m in the fandom, I love that show!” And I find out that means they enjoy the show and livetweet it and look at some gifs and that’s that. Which is totally fandom! And then there’s me, nodding nervously as I debate mentioning that, “Oh yeah, I’m in the fandom, I love that show!” for me means “THIS IS THE ONLY THING I WANT TO THINK ABOUT, HELP ME, I AM DROWNING.” It’s funny, sometimes I think about archetypal nerdboy fandom and its dick-measuring fact recitation, and then I think about all the times I tried to read the room to see if it was safe to let another person know how much I thought about something I loved, how much I felt about it. Even in totally fannish spaces, I still hesitate. :-/

There have been some things in the past few years that I’ve really enjoyed and toyed with checking out fandoms for, but what I’ve come to realize over the years is for me, it needs to be like falling in love. I think for some people, interest and obsession grows, and for others, you fall in head-first. And for others still, it depends on the thing. 

I understand this ask might have been specifically looking for resources or suggestions and while I’d just say if you’re not feeling it in this way, that’s cool, there are lots of different ways to fan, and you can keep thinking about something even if you aren’t drawn to, say, create transformative works about it? But maybe I should say something about Black Sails in particular…

4) Black Sails-specific: unreliable narrators and transformative works

If anyone hasn’t finished Black Sails, stop reading here, I’ll keep it vague but there’s only so much I can do. This is one thing that’s especially interesting to me about this ask: while I’m going on about how final and precisely plotted it all was, it’s not…that final. Because the entire point of the show is about narrative, right? Who gets to write them, who gets to own them, how they can be manipulated, how they shape “civilization.” Characters constantly talk—and constantly show—how both Flint and Silver (and, like, most of the characters, from Max to Thomas to Vane to Woodes Rogers) are these masterful shapers of narrative. Flint is the victim of clashing narratives: what’s actually happened to him, what he tells the world he’s doing, what he’s actually doing (note that explosive scene when Miranda calls him on this, ahhh I love Miranda). But the show’s choice to shift to Silver’s narration to wrap up events is a really fascinating one: the man who works so hard to obscure his past, laying out the narratives of the future. Should we believe him? 

I recommend this interview with creators Johnathan Steinberg and Robert Levine—the Flint section at the start is really delightful if you’re into artists being super into open-interpretation of their work. “Do we have a sense of what we imagine is happening?” Steinberg says when asked if we should believe Silver’s speech to Madi. “Yes, but if I was someone else, I wouldn’t want to watch it with my interpretation coloring it.” They talk about how this is essentially a transformative work (they don’t use that term)—a certain decision “made sense as a way to both acknowledge the book and spin it.”

So this is like the literal opposite of, say, JK Rowling, who seems intent on letting us know every freakin detail of canon and post-canon and seems genuinely unhappy at the idea that people will interpret things in ways that “aren’t true.” (At least in interviews I’ve seen/read of hers in the past few years.) Steinberg and Levine seem to be the ultimate “open to interpretation” guys, which really is like this big blank slate for fandom building on and playing with this world they’ve created. That being said, if oppositional fandom is your cup of tea—if you love fic and fandom as a corrective, as a way of wrestling a creator over the text—then the, “Go for it, interpret however you want” thing is probably not super appealing. 

This is the first time in my entire fandom life, going on two decades now, that I have simultaneously been really satisfied with a show’s ending and still wanted to write and read fic. And that seems…weird to me? So I don’t think it’s that weird that it wouldn’t work for someone. TL;DR: I’d just say if it happens, it happens. But it’s OK to love something and not find a way into the fandom. But if that changes for you, I’ll be there. :-)

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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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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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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The Avatar

1.It’s the Painted Lady
2.The Blue Spirit
3.The Painted Spirit
4.The Blue Lady
5. The Water Bender
6. The Fire Lord’s Heart pt 1
7. The Fire Lord’s Heart pt 2
8. The Painted Lady and the Blue Spirit
9. The Fire Lady
10.The Blood Bender
11. The Family Reunion
12. The Water Bender’s Baby


Katara places her daughter with the woman. She visits her often under the claim that she is the baby’s God Mother.

Katara helps at the hospital, she works as a healer. But she also teaches the new water benders that are appearing in the south.

Sokka leaves the Southern Water Tribe to go to Republic City as an emissary. According to Sokka’s letters, Aang and Zuko are working together to create a city of unity, where benders of any kind can live together with non-benders. The thought of Aang and Zuko working together makes Katara’s stomach churn.

As the Southern Water Tribe grows, it becomes a flourish of life, but with life comes danger, thieves and thugs, Katara joins the police force, helping take care of crime in the south.

But then another threat comes, a group rally, hell bent on taking out Katara’s father. Katara tries her best to take the rebels down but they aren’t enough, this group is large and not even the entire police force can take them down.

One summer morning, two years after Senna’s birth, Katara walks through the tribe with her ‘god daughter’ buying presents when suddenly a large sky bison lands in the middle of the tribe, Katara’s heart kicks into over drive.

Katara races back to Senna’s guardian’s house and drops her off, she kisses her daughter good-bye and then makes her way back to her father’s council room. Appa is standing right outside, huffing and snuffing around the snow.

When the sky bison sees Katara he bellows out and races over to her.

“Appa!” Katara beams, patting the bison on the nose, “I’ve missed you too.”

“Katara?” a voice calls, Katara turning to the council hut and she sees Aang standing in the door way.

She is amazed at the difference just two years can make, Aang is taller, taller than her; he even towers over Sokka. He looks grown up, his face more mature and his body, well, Aang only wears his usual light air bender clothes, and they do nothing to hide the muscles underneath.

“Avatar Aang,” Katara breathes, continuing to pat Appa as Aang approaches her, “It’s good to see you.”

“It’s been so long,” Aang breathes, standing in front of Katara, his voice has changed too, deeper and more masculine.

Aang and Katara both laugh before embracing each other.

“I’ve missed you,” he breathes, holding Katara closely.

Katara smiles and then looks over Aang’s shoulder to the door he came out of, secretly wishing, hoping that Zuko would come through those doors too.

“What are you doing here?” Katara asks when Aang lets her go.

“Sokka told me about your letters,” Aang explains, “I’m here to help, in any way that I can.”

“Thank you,” Katara says, she follows Aang into the council room and they discuss plans to get the group.

Katara works with Aang and Sokka, they find the gang’s hide out, and in one night they take the gang down.

Once the fight is over, it doesn’t take long with Aang by their side, by the time the sun sets the gang are behind bars.

“It was good to work with you again,” Aang says once the men are safely behind bars.

“It was,” Katara agrees, dusting off her hands and then turns away.

“Katara,” Aang says, stopping Katara before she can walk away, “I’m really sorry, for… well for how things ended with us. It just wasn’t the right time for us, I put too much pressure on you, and I’m sorry.”

Katara turns back to face Aang and he is standing in front of her sheepishly, his cheeks red.

“I’ve missed you,” Aang says, his words flying out almost breathlessly, “more than I could ever begin to say, I’ve missed you Katara.”

Katara’s heart skips a beat, she stares at Aang as he shifts on his feet.

“I want to be friends again,” Aang says, his hands jittery.

“We will always be friends, Aang,” Katara smiles, “That could never change.”

Aang smiles and blushes deep red.

“Did you want to get lunch together?” Aang asks, Katara nods her head.

“Just no sea prunes, ok?” Aang asks, making Katara laugh.

Katara and Aang spend a lot of time together over the coming months, Aang doesn’t leave the Water Tribe for three whole months, he spends as much time with Katara as he can.

Katara fills the gaping hole in her heart with Aang, he doesn’t fit the hole, it’s not a hole he’ll ever be able to fill.

Aang has changed, he’s not the same selfish, little boy from all those years ago, he’s matured and in doing so he isn’t as controlling, he gives Katara her space, he acts like her friend, not as an unrequited lover.

Katara continues to visit her ‘god child’, Aang wants to go with her, but Katara will never let him, lest he see the gold in her eyes, or how every day, Senna, grows to look more and more like her mother, her real mother.

When Aang leaves to return to the ever growing Republic city, Katara feels lost. She loves Zuko and will forever love him, but she cannot have him. She can have Aang, he cares for her and her family, but she does not love him.

When Aang is away he writes to Katara every day, telling her everything he has done, often Zuko’s name appears in the letters and it makes Katara’s heart pound in anticipation, she wants to know that Zuko is alright, that he is happy. According to Aang’s letters, Zuko seems happy, even though Mai is having troubles conceiving.

Katara has written thousands of letters to Zuko, but she never sends them. She ties them with a red and gold ribbon and hides them away where no one will find them. Should someone ever find them, Katara would be in a world of trouble; each letter details her love for Zuko, each letter mentions the baby she had with him. Katara knows she shouldn’t be writing her feelings down on paper, but she cannot bring herself to burn them.

Aang returns to the Water Tribe two months after leaving, when he sees Katara he races to her, picks her up and spins her around, when he sets her back down he places a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

“I’ve missed you.” He breathes, looking at Katara with such adoration.

“I’ve missed you too,” Katara replies, her voice shaky and in shock from the kiss.

“Katara these last few weeks without you have been torture,” Aang admits, holding Katara’s hands, “I want to be with you again, like how it was before, as more than friends.”

Katara’s heart races, she stares into Aang’s grey eyes, wishing they were gold instead. Katara hates herself, but she wasn’t lying when she said that she had missed Aang. When she read the letter that he was coming home, Katara’s heart raced with excitement.
Katara found herself wanting Aang, perhaps not in the way that he wanted her, but she did want him, for comfort.

“Katara,” Aang breathes, “I want to come home, to you, I need you in my life. Since you left it has never been the same alone as it was with you. I know I screwed up, I was selfish and childish, and I can never undo what I did to you. All I ask is for one chance.”

Katara finds herself nodding her head, a great, big smile spreads over Aang’s face as he lifts her into his arms again and takes her back to her place.

They kiss and hold each other, Katara lays with Aang to force Zuko out of her mind, to force away what cannot be.

Aang moves in with Katara quickly, he comes and goes from the Water Tribe always returning to fall into Katara’s arms.

Katara’s plan works, she falls for Aang, she loves him and he loves her. But when the make love it is always simple, always in missionary, Katara tries for more, but Aang is not comfortable with it, leaving Katara unsatisfied every time.

But Katara doesn’t base their relationship on sex, she has feelings for Aang, she loves him and he loves her.

He proposes, one year after returning to her, he gets down on his knee and presents her with a silver ring. Katara says yes, she agrees to marry the Avatar, because she does love him.

Aang and Katara are married two months after the engagement.

When the doors open to the wedding chapel Katara’s heart races, for at the end of the aisle stands the man she truly loves. However, he stands next to her intended as his best man.

new-recipe  asked:

(secret crush) ok the boys sleeping in the tent one night and everything is fine until Prompto wakes up. He rolls over towards Ignis who is still sound asleep and leans down to sneak a peck on their cheeks… but right when he’s about to kiss, Ignis stirs slightly and Prom accidentally kisses his lips instead. Would Ignis have felt it? If he didn't, would Prom be able to calm down?

big gay awakening (or the fallout, as it were) promnis


It was 3:30 in the morning, exactly eight days after they set out from Insomnia, that Prompto realized that maybe there was a tiny little possibility that he was gay. Or maybe bi. He didn’t really know how these things went. 

Okay, it wasn’t like the possibility hadn’t occurred to him before. He wasn’t dumb–he and Noctis had had far too many sleepovers where they coincidentally ended up in the same bed, or sharing the same blanket on the couch while Noct fell asleep on his shoulder. He wasn’t prepared for the Prince of Lucis to be his b-b-boy-

For two months he couldn’t even bring himself to think the whole word through. But then he was going on a grand coming-of-age road trip with Noct and his other two friends and the end goal was to get Noctis hitched. So he was a little relieved, that they never tried to be more than friends, that was. Dealing with heartbreak before he’d even come to terms with the idea…yeah, that was no good. 

Ignis, though. 

Ignis was not off limits. 

Ignis was perfect. He was everything Prompto wanted in a friend, or…more. He was kind and patient and cunning and calming and really, really pretty, if Prompto was being honest with himself. Beautiful, even.

And Prompto couldn’t help himself. His cheeks just looked so…so soft. Just a little touch wouldn’t hurt anyone, right? A little touch with his lips. Yeah.

He laid awake in the tent, guestimating the time to be somewhere around 3:30 A.M. The last time he checked his phone it had been 2:56…but the memory of Ignis’ smile could keep him awake all night, it seemed. 

And the object of his affections was lying right next to him, no less. But Ignis was sound asleep–he slept like the dead, a fact Prompto learned from far too many nights lying awake staring at the other man’s pretty face. 

It was now or never. His inhibitions were low like the time Ignis let he and Noct drink a bunch of champagne last new year’s, and he wasn’t planning on getting drunk around Ignis anytime soon. He rolled over a quietly as he could, lifted himself up on his arm, leaned in…

A smell that was distinctly Ignis flooded his senses. Something like the herbs he cooked with mixed with the residual scent of his citrusy cologne from the day before. Prompto opened his eyes–when had he closed them in the first place?–and was greeted with the sight of Ignis’ beautiful grass green eyes…

Wait…

Ignis’ eyes?

“U-uh, hey man!” he whispered, desperately trying not to let out a very unmanly scream. Wouldn’t want to wake Noct, you know? “I don’t know what you think this is, but it’s definitely not what it looks like!” He tried to laugh the comment off, but it fell flat. 

Ignis was silent, blinking the sleep out of his eyes while Prompto’s heart pounded in his chest. 

“Look, Iggy, we can just–”

“I’ve had a crush on you since the first time you made Noctis laugh,” he said it plain as day, like it was just a recipe written down in his book. Prompto didn’t have the first clue on how to respond. 

“You were insatiable and bright and everything Noct and I didn’t get to be in our everyday lives. I…” and Ignis finally turned his head to meet Prompto’s gaze, “I couldn’t take my eyes off you, for the longest time.” 

Prompto wished he could have snapped a photo of his own stunned expression, just for posterity’s sake. Just as he managed to pick his own jaw up off the floor, Ignis spoke again. 

“It’s no matter…” he murmured, letting his eyes slip closed again, “This won’t be real in the morning, anyway.” And Ignis surprised Prompto for the second time that night, slipping an arm around his waist and pulling him closer, “Let me hold you, while I still have the chance…” 

After Ignis drifted back off Prompto was tempted to wake him again, tell him this was real, that they could be real, but the subtle spice clinging to Ignis’ skin was far more relaxing than it should have been. Maybe if he just closed his eyes…for a few minutes…


Ignis thinks he’s a pro at lucid dreaming, but really it’s just Noctis lying and tricking him and seeing how far the trick can go.

anonymous asked:

Ye I'm the ask for the urbosa and hylian, and to specify urbosa know that the hylian likes her and is too shy to say anything bout it.. sorry I didn't specify

It’s fine Anon, I just wanted to make sure
~Mod Sugar

Shy Hylian s/o (Urbosa)

From the moment you’d laid eyes on her, you’d been awestruck. Not just by her beauty but by her confidence too. The way she carried herself, as if she was in charge of every living creature. Things only got worse the more you got to know her. Urbosa’s personality was so bold and striking. She could tell the Earth to grow a tree for her and it would, that’s how commanding her voice could be. Of course, she did have a softer side and it was every bit as amazing as the rest of her.

Sighing, you pulled yourself from your thoughts. You were sat in Kara Kara Bazaar, waiting for Urbosa to show up. Months ago, you’d met at Hyrule Castle when she’d come over to discuss battle plans with the King. You had been her escort for the week, meaning you’d been able to get to know her a little. After that, Urbosa had insisted that you see eachother often and how could you refuse? It became a regular occurance, travelling to places inbetween to meet. Your feelings for her had only grown stronger with time but you knew there was no point in expressing them. Why would someone like Urbosa even consider liking someone as timid as you?

“I’m here!” Urbosa walked across the sands to sit with you by the edge of the small lake. Her reflection in the water stared at you.

“How have you been?” Your voice was quiet but Urbosa still seemed to hear it perfectly.

“I’ve been well.” She turned to face you fully “Although, something has been bothering me.” You stared at her, confused. You couldn’t think of anything that could get under this woman’s skin.

“What is it?”

“You.” You could have sworn your heart stopped beating for a second. You were bothering her?! How? Why? Feeling your face heat up, you turned away slightly to hide your red cheeks.

“M-me? I’m sorry, w-what did I do?” Not being able to meet Urbosa’s eye, you instead concentrated on her reflection.

“It’s not something you did. It’s something you’re not doing.” Before you could question her further, she spoke again.

“Why won’t you just tell me you like me?” This left you speechless. She knew?! Unable to do anything, you just continued staring at her reflection, your face burning with shame. Urbosa sighed and reached out. She turned your face to look at her. A gentle smile graced her lips and once again, you were awestruck by her beauty.

“If you’re willing to admit your feelings then I’m willing to try.” It took you a moment to answer.

“O-ok. I d-do like y-you.” Your voice stuttered and died out at the end of the sentence. Urbosa chuckled and placed her hand on top of yours.

“That’s all I needed to hear.”

Ryoma Hoshi x reader comfort one-shot

Aye so this is my first shot at a x reader fic and im super nervous lololol. The mods are thinking about also doing x reader asks when we open the ask box as well? But of course then we would probably be up in our heads with asks so we’re still debating that heh.
Anyways, Here’s a Hoshi x reader fic because my fam Levia was feeling the need for one to exist, and all the other popular v3 boys get too much spotlight I find….Anyways please tell me how you like this qwq.

Dt levia <3

Hoshi finds out that he isn’t the only one who feels depressed and anxious.

Mentions Suicide under the cut.

Enjoy~

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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.
  • 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!

anonymous asked:

If I was to write a fic for your ABO Futurverse AU how would you feel? Would you be ok with it or are there plans for a fic in the future?

First of all, I’m very flattered and incredibly honored that you like my AU enough to be interested in writing for it! Thank you so much! ;A;

So please don’t think that any of the following is directed at you personally, because it’s really not, it’s much more general. But given the number of times I’ve received similar asks, I also feel the need to reiterate how I feel about asks requesting to tell stories that I am currently creating.

There are many different forms of story telling, and fics are just one of them, and the most common derivative work story telling in English fandom. Comics, while much rarer, are also a legitimate form of story telling. The ABO Future!Verse AU is made up of a series of comics (both oneshots and ongoing), illustrations, and long text headcanons, not necessarily continuous. I have a story to tell, and I’m telling it through these varied mediums. It may not be in fic format, but it’s still a story, no less legitimate than a fic.

I completely understand that given the kinds of content you usually see in English fandoms, many illustrations and comics are very short glimpses into a potential story that don’t go much further than that, which may then be fleshed out by fic. I understand that AUs like my own that have both heavy world building and hyper specific detailed plot but are NOT in fic format are relatively rare.

But please understand that in assuming that my AUs require fic to tell a story, I the creator feel that I am being told that my story-telling is inadequate, that I can only provide supplementary materials so others can play in the playground I’m still in the process of constructing. To me, it is the same as though I were writing a long ongoing fic, and someone comes up to me to ask if they can write my fic. Like, I’m flattered but…I’m writing it? Like right now? I’m working on telling the story? I have so much already detailed, so many things that I am picking and choosing from to share with you that others don’t know about yet, so many things that I’m still developing. I have a “canon” for this AU, a canon that only I currently know.

So again…I’m really glad you enjoy my work and that it inspires you. It’s honestly one of the greatest honors a creator can receive. But at the same time, I’d like to tell my own story, and while part of me would like to say sure! go at it! create for my thing! Another larger part also feels that I haven’t shared nearly enough of the plot or characterization or relationships or anything that other people could create story-content from it, and even if they did, I wouldn’t want to risk accusations of stealing your ideas if it happens to already overlap with something I have planned, so I’d avoid them if possible.

If I have a completed work or a non-plot centric or complicated/specific AU work (for example, just a single image or short comic with no context, meant to be understood as is), knock yourself out, be inspired! I mean credit for inspiration is super appreciated but most people don’t I’ve learned, so no need to even ask really for that? ^ ^; But if it’s something that has a story that I’m telling, so ABO and Inferno really, possibly KnB AU if that goes anywhere, I’d prefer for now if you could leave that playground to me ^ ^;

I hope that made sense, sorry my response got really long! ^ ^;

(also note, this part was originally in the tags but I figured I should move it up to the main text: this is in no way saying don’t write fics that are of similar genre/theme inspired by my work if you like it!

Like ABO? Like poly? Like them both together?? I don’t own that, knock yourself out, I want to see more of it too!! Want to write it with the same specific set of canon characters I used? Go for it!! Want to use parts of the general world building post as a setting for your own completely unrelated story? Permission already granted so long as I’m credited! But my exact plot + my OCs I’d prefer you leave to me ^ ^;

Fanart I tend to be more okay with, in the sense that a single visual depiction of characters isn’t particularly gonna contradict my own canon. Is there a way to do this with writing? Possibly, but it’s more difficult…)