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.

Hogwarts! Minghao

anon requested: “Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Hogwarts AU for minghao/The8 like you did for Joshua and Wonwoo?? Thanks and I love your blog!”

  •  third year slytherin
  • closest with the other third years in his friend group, Seokmin and Mingyu
  • also really close with Gryffindor’s Jun
  • he didn’t really know anyone when he first came to Hogwarts
  • really quiet a lot of the time too
  • half-blood
  • tried out for the slytherin quidditch team and became one of the beaters along with Jihoon
  • and that’s how he came to meet the rest of that friend group
  • also hit Jun with a bludger
  • and stopped Jun from getting the snitch
  • which had never happened before in Jun’s entire time as a seeker
  • Minghao went to go apologize to Jun in the infirmary because he hadn’t meant to hurt anyone was just too good at being a beater
  • “What?!?! Don’t be sorry, I’ve never failed before, this makes it all the more fun!” Jun said, surprising Minghao
  • and their friendship started from there
  • never insult one of them
  • not unless you want to make thirteen new enemies
  • Minghao gets decent scores on stuff but is pretty laid back
  • isn’t really seen studying
  • rather, he trains really hard everyday with the quidditch team
  • “Grades don’t promise a good life, you have to do what you love”
  • walks around the grounds with his friends a lot
  • and talks or sits by the lake
  • also hangs out a lot in the room of requirement
  • though no one knows why
  • ask Jun or someone Minghao’s close to and they say
  • “Minghao does his own thing sometimes so we don’t bother him, it’s tough dealing with all of us all the time.”
  • also spends the most time on the quidditch field compared to the others
  • practicing or doing flying tricks with Jun
  • or just flying around the grounds on the weekend with other teammates
  • also likes spending time in the astronomy tower, stargazing with his friends or by himself
  • was rumored to have hidden a dragon in the forbidden forest as his pet
  • but no could ever get any proof he had a dragon
  • although someone did swear Minghao came into potions one day with his robes a bit burnt
  • best class is Defense against the Dark Arts
  • tbh he’s too good
  • never gets below a perfect score on papers and the professor loves him
  • which sort of bothered you
  • “I swear he doesn’t do any work in the class but the professor just lets him do whatever!” you rant to a friend
  • ever since you and Minghao met, you guys had a frenemy sort of deal
  • he had accidentally ran into you in the halls causing you to drop your books
  • and when he bent down to pick them up for you, you accidentally smacked him in the face with your robes
  • suffice to say, your dynamic with Xu Minghao had always been a bit complicated from there
  • “Hey!!! I’m sorry I made you drop your stuff, no need to smack me!” he yelled rubbing his nose
  • “I didn’t smack you and why are you running in the first place, are you lost?” you said flustered
  • this question was met with some awkward and tense silence
  • everyone knows the two of you argue over everything
  • if you both start bickering
  • “y/n and Minghao are back at it again, PLEASE STOP.”
  • and when you found out he was in the same house as you-
  • “Wait this means I’m in your classes…”
  • “I’m just as upset as you are”
  • “No way, I’m clearly more upset.”
  • “You are not, I’m suffering.”
  • “You’re lucky to be graced by my presence.”
  • “Please sweetheart, don’t make me laugh.”
  • it was almost funny how you two argued about everything
  • “No you’re supposed to add the root after you stir!” you tell Minghao in potions
  • “Well if you had read the directions faster, we wouldn’t be stuck here!” he stuck his tongue out at you
  • “Hey you two, stop fighting, you’d think you guys were a married couple or something.” your friend laughed at the two of you
  • “Shut it.” Minghao rolled his eyes
  • “Hey! Don’t talk to my friend that way!”
  • Minghao knew how to push your buttons, and you weren’t really sure why
  • “Ok but think of it this way, he legit never does stuff in Defense against the Dark Arts!”
  • “This is like the fifth time you’ve brought him up in a minute, ar you obsessing over Minghao or something? Make up your mind…” she shakes her head sarcastically
  • “I’m not obsessing over him!”
  • “RIght.” she suppresses a giggle
  • “You sure you don’t like him then?” she snickered
  • “WHat the ACtUal heCK!” you turn around facing her
  • “You’re always bickering with him over tiny stuff, and he’s always trying to annoy you on purpose as if trying to start conversations and stuff.” she said hiding a smile
  • “Are you ok? You didn’t get hexed or something did you?” you ask her
  • which makes her throw her hw at you
  • “No need for violence but what you said doesn’t make any sense.” you say handing her back the projectile that was her hw
  • “You’re always talking about him too. Now that I think about it you two are alike in a lot of ways.” she shrugs
  • “What how?!?!”
  • “Well, you’re both the best in our class for defense against the dark arts, you’re both stubborn and you’re both annoying…”
  • it was your turn to throw your hw at her
  • “Look, I’m just saying, if you like Minghao, tell him” she laughs before turning to finish her paper
  • “I don’t like him!” you say blushing unknowingly, "He doesn’t do anything in that class! Just sits around with his friends.“
  • "Explain his perfect paper scores then?”
  • “He has to be cheating, I don’t know how, but I’ll prove it.”
  • “Explain your blushing then?”
  • you stopped to stick your tongue out at her and to hide your reddening face
  • no you didn’t like Minghao, right?
  • he was just some annoying classmate of yours…
  • the more you thought about what your friend said though
  • the more you reflected on yourself
  • the way Minghao always seemed to walk up to you in potions
  • “Lovely day I would have been having, if only you, my favorite person IN THE WHOLE WORLD, were a bit happier to see me.” he’d joke
  • “Go annoy someone else” you said without looking up
  • “But I like annoying you, because your reactions are hilarious.” he’d laugh
  • or the way your eyes would naturally wonder over to his face in defense against the dark arts
  • where he’d notice you staring
  • and stick out his tongue at you or make a silly face
  • and he’d laugh seeing you roll your eyes and look away
  • but you always stared at him a bit after
  • when he wasn’t looking at you
  • and noticed how a small dimple formed on his cheek when he pressed his lips together for a smile
  • what the heck are you actually a stalker stop you don’t like Minghao… RIGHT?????!?!?!
  • but as you thought about it more
  • he never failed to make your life at school interesting
  • the way he bounded up behind you going into defense against the dark arts to tap you on the right shoulder before ducking to your left side and pretending he never did it
  • or the way you two would race each other to see who could finish hw first in the common rooms
  • or how you’d draw a mustache on his face with wingardium leviosa and your quill if he ever fell asleep
  • you had to admit your feelings for him were more than just some annoying classmate
  • but what could you do about them?
  • your relationship with him had always been just frenemies
  • once you both were trying to figure out the stupefy spell
  • and you looked over at him determined to beat him to the punch when learning it
  • and he just gave you a sly smile
  • before cracking up in laughter when you accidentally broke a desk with your wrongly done spell
  • when he threw it perfectly at the practice dummy
  • and walked over like
  • “Do you need something y/n?”
  • and you just huffed and threw the spell perfectly on the next turn before turning around to look at him pointedly
  • which he just returned with an eyebrow raised
  • “Your aiming could have been better.” he comments before turning away
  • you didn't want to like Minghao, or did you want to like him? he had always been your number one competition, the person always keeping you on your toes
  • but he also made you laugh when you weren’t feeling the best
  • and his occasional messing up was endearing 
  • and also made you want to help him when he needed it
  • “THIS IS TOO COMPLICATED I HATE EMOTIONS!!!!” you groan in the empty hallway before the room of requirement
  • you needed to get something out of the room but Minghao had popped into your thoughts again
  • speaking of Minghao popping out of nowhere
  • “Yelling in the hallways waking up the ghosts again, y/n?”
  • you nearly scream as Minghao walks up behind you
  • “Give me some heads up when you show your face, I almost became a ghost.” you said clutching your heart
  • “Yea well, I’m not really up for our usual teasing today, y/n, sorry.”
  • you look up to see Minghao sighing
  • “Why? Not up for my usual roasting of you?” you joke trying to lighten the suddenly serious mood
  • “I don’t know, I’m just tired I guess.” he paced three times pass the door and you watched a door appear
  • “Should I leav-” you start before he turns to look at you and grabs your arm pulling you into the room
  • alone
  • the room was lined with mirrors and you look closer,
  • practice dummies?
  • you watched as Minghao threw a spell at one without even seeming to try
  • and hit it perfectly
  • “I come here to practice every night, but it’s too quiet, and you were here being loud as usual so…” he trailed off
  • you stared at him as he threw another spell
  • “Anyway, I hope you don’t mind, you can just sit there and talk about how annoying I am if you want, but I just didn’t want to be by myself…” he finished blushing
  • “What?” you said trying to shake your thoughts
  • “I practice every night which is how I can pull off that stuff in class. I kind of just wanted to show off to you because you’re smart, but I guess my plan backfired, since I don’t think you like me very much”
  • you looked up feeling warmth in your cheeks
  • Minghao wasn’t looking at you, he was staring dead ahead at the next practice dummy
  • “Jun told me I’m clueless on these things, but I don’t know what to do. How do you tell the person you like that you like them?” he said giving a cute little frown
  • you were surprised at his words, “I guess the guy’s human after all.” you thought to yourself
  • but you also felt your heart fall
  • so Minghao liked someone already
  • it shouldn’t have affected you, but you felt your heart ache a bit
  • “You should just tell her” you said sighing
  • even if you liked Minghao and he liked someone else, you didn’t like seeing him not as his usual joking and vibrant self
  • “You think so?” he said looking at you
  • “Yea…”
  • “y/n?”
  • “Yea Minghao?”
  • “Ummm, I- I kinda like you." 
  • and before you even got a chance to process his words
  • he pulled you into his arms
  • hugging you to his chest
  • "I never really knew how to tell you, and it seemed like you hated me. But you always talked to me even when other people wouldn’t because they think I’m too quiet or something. And you were always just there, despite me teasing you all the time. I don’t know when, but, I really like you y/n.”
  • he let go of you
  • you, frozen in your spot
  • “You can continue hating me now, I just had to tell you before I went crazy.” he started to turn away
  • you grabbed onto his arm and he turned back to face you
  • “Uh, I kind of like you too….”
  • Minghao’s smile was the brightest you had ever seen it
  • “What’s that? Our loud y/n speaking in a whisper?” he giggled, “Could you say it again, I didn’t quite hear you.”
  • “Don’t push your luck Xu Minghao, I said I like you too.” you crinkled your nose
  • “So do you want to kind of go out with me?” he said smiling brightly again
  • “Only if you kind of want to date me…” you said returning his smile
  • “That’s what I just asked.”
  • “Well I’m awkward so what’d you expect?”
  • everyone freaking SHOOK when you walk into class together not arguing
  • “Is the world ending tomorrow?” your friend said looking at you then over at Minghao
  • the both of you just staring at each other and hiding a smile
  • Mingyu stalking over to you
  • “Did you finally break Minghao y/n?”
  • “Hm..?” you said
  • until Minghao literally shatters the earth everyone is standing on by putting an arm around you and saying “No, we’re dating.”
  • and everyone ??!!!??!?!?
  • and everyone is so surprised
  • except for Jun
  • “I called it.”
  • “No you didn’t.”
  • “REGARDLESS, I told you to tell her.”
  • and the two of you are just the cutest most comfortable softest thing there
  • racing each other to your next class
  • games of tag as you pass each other in the hallway
  • “Tag you’re it”
  • “I tagged you you’re it!”
  • him stealing your books and other supplies to carry around for you
  • teasing each other with cute pet nicknames
  • and teasing each other in different ways
  • “Why can’t I hold your hand?” Minghao whined playfully
  • “You have to be fast enough first.” you smirk and raise your hand up to wave in his face
  • but in a blink your smirk disappears as Minghao grabs your hand, you too slow to react
  • “Gotcha.”
  • “I hate you.”
  • “Aw come one, you loooooove meeee.”
  • “No I don’t.”
  • and he’d grab your other hand too until you’re trapped facing him
  • “What’s that?” he said titling his head cutely at you
  • “Fine,” you say giving in, “I tolerate you mildly.”
  • “that’s not it.” he said before leaning down to kiss you on the cheek
  • “Try it again.” he said laughing
  • “Fine, I like you. Are you happy now?” you say giggling
  • “Mhmm. I’m very happy.”

Originally posted by fatenumberfor


~ admin jess

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!


  • 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
  • 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
  • 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. 


  • 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.
  • 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


  • 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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Come Find Me VI

So this is a little short, but at least I got something done? I hope you like it anyway, sorry for the delay. This is a turning point in the story. I promise, things get a little better from here. Also @cosmic-melodies, since you asked.

Anxiety jerked his jaw out of Roman’s grip. Roman let him, but didn’t let his gaze shift off the other side. He didn’t know what was going on here, but he knew it was serious. Part of him wanted to go right now and fetch Logic and Morality. But at the same time he didn’t want to risk Anxiety clamming up even more.

“So,” he began slowly, his mind racing. “There are several things I need to address. But let’s start simple. Why weren’t you eating?”

Anxiety wasn’t looking at him. “Why the fuck should I tell you,” he said, his shoulders hunching in.

“Because what you seem to believe,” Roman snapped, frustration and worry bubbling up from within him. “I actually do care about what happens to you! And actually, you know what, let’s start there instead. Why on earth would you think we don’t care about you? We fight, yes, but that doesn’t mean I hate you. That doesn’t mean I want to see you hurt. That doesn’t mean I want to see you like this!”

“You know Princey,” Anxiety said, his hands fiddling with the hem of his jacket, “You’re really good at those pretty words and promises. A real charmer, if you will. But see the thing is, it’s your actions that show the truth. So I don’t think you guys don’t care about me. I know you don’t. So you don’t have to lie and play nice because you think it makes you a hero. Just forget we ever had this conversation and go back to your oh so perfect life. I don’t care anymore.”

Roman’s frown deepened. Anxiety didn’t sound angry like he had before. Now he just sounded defeated. Not to mention what he was actually saying was disturbing.

“You said something about that earlier,” he said, trying to recall the exact words. “Something about learning your lesson, and then later how it took a week for us to find you this time. Wh-what were you talking about.”

“It doesn’t fucking matter, okay,” Anxiety told him, his hands beginning to ball into fists. “Nothing fucking matters anymore.”

Roman stared at him. This wasn’t good. He had to figure out where all this was coming from, but if Anxiety couldn’t talk to him, how on earth was he supposed to do that?

Think, Roman, think, he thought. Use your creativity, and work it out.

Okay, he thought. Anxiety hasn’t eaten in week, uh, that’s the same amount of time he talking about us taking to find him. Find. That’s an interring choice of words. And earlier he sounded really upset about why I did come in, talking about how it wasn’t because we cared…

“Did you want us to find you?” he blurted out, things suddenly clicking into place.

“Right now I want you to leave me alone.” Anxiety snarled, his shoulders hunching in defensively.

But Roman wasn’t deterred.

“You wanted us to search for you,” he said, mind racing furiously. “You wanted us to notice that you were gone, to prove that we cared, that we’d help you. And we-“

“Didn’t.” Anxiety finished for him. “Yeah, I noticed that. I mean, I guess part of me always knew, but this past week just helped to make that little fact crystal clear.”

Roman was going to be sick. This was a disaster. They-he had messed up so badly.

“Anxiety, that’s not true. I am so sorry, I, we didn't” he stammered out.

“Really, Roman?” Anxiety rolled his eyes. “I thought we went over this. Telling me a pretty lie won’t magically make this all better. And you know what, maybe this all of best. Now I know what to expect, instead of hop- whatever. Point is, it’s done.”

Roman felt helpless. He could have stopped this days ago. He’d been right by Anxiety’s door, and if he had just reached out and knocked, things would have been better. But he hadn’t, and now he might broken Anxiety’s trust in him forever. And Anxiety was right, there were no words to fix this.

But, maybe, actions might.

The beginnings of a plan beginning to swirl inside his mind, Roman reached out and wrapped his arms around Anxiety.

I’m going to make this up to you, he vowed silently. For what kind of prince would I be if I ignored the injury I so callously dealt you.

Anxiety shoved him away. “Get off,” he hissed.

Prince let him.

“I’m going to go talk to Morality about making soup for lunch,” he said. “I’ll be back soon to bring you some more water though. Try not to move too much. You need to let your body recover.”

Anxiety scoffed “Yeah, yeah, do whatever the hell you want. I really could not care less.”

But Roman could hear the lie in his voice. Anxiety did care what he and the others did, more than he had ever realized.

“I’ll be back soon,” he repeated, then headed towards the door.

Morality was probably in the common room. The trick would be not revealing why he wanted soup. Maybe he could play the random craving card.

True, telling the others might make things easier, and Roman did think they would need to learn at some point what had happened, but he’d promised not to say anything to them. And right now he had already lost enough Anxiety’s trust. He didn’t need to lose anymore.

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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?


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. 

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!


“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?”


“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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  • 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 ]


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.’


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.


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?’


‘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.’


‘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.’ 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.’


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



‘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.’


‘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.’


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.’



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!


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:

OK YEP, NOPE, CAN'T DEAL WITH THAT LEVEL OF SADNESS. How would the UT, UF, and MT Skelebros react to their long time crush suddenly standing up while they were hanging out and taking a deep breath before saying, "I really really like you, and I know you probably don't like me like this back, but I've just gotta do this before I explode from my feelings. Please don't hate me." Then kiss ( on the cheek or mouth, you chose) them and run away?

A few notes here. 1. Since this was sent before I changed my character limit to 5 I’ll go ahead and do all of them, but once I open up requests again I will only accept 5 characters. 2. This was sent after the breakup post to explain the first sentence.



Yeah, no. You’re not running away after dumping that on him. He’s caught your wrist, and he’s pulling you back to him. “okay, kiddo, take a few steps back for me and relax.” Sans is not going into this conversation with you having an anxiety attack, he needs you to listen. Once he feels like you’re calm enough, he starts the conversation by confirming that your feelings are romantic and then explaining that he does return the sentiment. His face is blue the entire time, but at least he’s smiling at you, right? He gives you a kiss on the cheek in return for the one you gave him once he feels satisfied that you both have talked things out.


Papyrus staring after you, his face flushed orange and his hand frozen mid stir. You two had been baking together before your outburst, and so before he could go find you he had to finish what he was doing and clean up. Papyrus needed the time to think through and really process what you had told him. The kiss doesn’t even cross his mind until later when he’s looking for you. After finding you, he’s picking you up in a hug and burying his face in your hair. “I LIKE YOU TOO! I AM SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO FIND YOU, BUT I WAS SO SURPRISED THAT I NEEDED A WHILE TO THINK!” Then he proceeds to press his teeth to your cheek before saying “MWAH!” The sound is very important. You need it to understand that he’s kissing you.



Frozen and red faced. Red had reached out and grabbed your wrist on instinct to keep you from leaving but now you’re both staring at each other. His face is full of shock and yours is full of nerves and worry. It takes a full five minutes before he’s pulling you towards him to give you the best God damned kiss you’ve ever had. Once that order of business has been taken care of, he’s hugging the shit out of you. “damn, sweetheart, wish you coulda told me that sooner. been feelin’ the same for a long ass time.”


You don’t even get the chance to run away because as soon as your lips meet his, he’s gripping your shoulders and kissing you back. You have no idea how badly he’s been wanting to do that, or for how long. After the kiss, you’re both staring at each other. Edge has the biggest grin on his face you’ve ever seen and you both are blushing. After a moment, Edge nods with a satisfied look and goes back to what he was doing before your confession. If you want an explanation, you might want to ask because he’ll probably just assume you know what’s going on and how he feels after that.


-Big Fella-

You… what? Big Fella is honestly so shocked by this development that he lets you run off. As soon as he comes to his senses, he’s looking for you because he’d be damned if he let you believe he didn’t return your feelings. Hate you? As if, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him and he was going to make sure you knew that. As soon as he can find you. If he texts you asking where you are, please answer him. He’ll go into an anxiety mode trying to find you and make sure you’re not hurt.


You’re not running away, nope. As soon as you peck his cheek, he’s got you in a tight a hug and he doesn’t plan on letting you go any time soon. Tiny is ecstatic that you return his feelings, and is honestly so relieved by this revelation that he forgets to tell you that. He won’t remember until you say something, either. “Tiny?” “I’M SORRY, I JUST GOT SO HAPPY THAT I NEEDED TO HUG YOU! I LIKE YOU A LOT TOO, HUMAN!”

The help I didn't ask part 2

Lance was crying he kept crying on Lotor’s arms as the smoke cloud start to disappear “LANCE?! LANCE BUDDY WHERE ARE YOU?!” Hunk voice sound at the distance and Lotor was the first one to hear it “its looks like your friend is looking for you…Lance isn’t it” Lance just step away and nod he was feeling a littler better after that hug Lotor kept his hands on Lance shoulders but when he took them down he grab a type of cellphone and hand it to Lance “if you ever feel like opening up again…just call and I’ll come” and with that Lotor disappear in what was left of smoke Lance walk to his Bayard and pick it up “Lance are you there?!” Allura say on Lance helmet “I’m here” Lance answer still in shook of what just happen remains silence “You stop answering and we thought we heard you crying are you alright?” Allura ask concern “huh….oh yeah yeah I’m fine” ‘I’m not fucking fine I just got a hug from Lotor our enemy and the worse part it felt good ugh!! I must have lost my sanity!!’ Lance wasn’t sad or depress he was conflicted with himself and the team notice Lance was more distract than before every time someone ask him something he would only answers with “uh ummm yeah yeah” it didn’t matter what was the question and one day Lance got hurt on the training deck because he was distract “End training sequence!” Shiro yelled “Lance are you alright?” Pidge ask while hunk help him up “huh? Oh yeah I’m fine it didn’t hurt” Lance answer “what the hell Lance keep it together you’re way too distract lately” Keith say getting close to Lance “Keith is right Lance you haven’t been paying attention lately” hunk told him “of course I’ve been” Lance say “uhhh no you haven’t Lance yesterday I asked you what was you favorite video game and you answers ‘uhhh ummm yeah yeah!’ You’re not paying attention at your surroundings” pidge told him “Lance we are worry about you” shiro place a hand on Lance shoulder ‘oh worry about me?! You should’ve been worry about me a week ago then I wouldn’t be in this mess’ Lance thought “I’m just tired alright” Lance said while he move Shiro’s hand off his shoulder “TIRED OF WHAT?” Allura voice cut the air like a sharp knife “you haven’t been working like the other paladins and now you’re not even training like one!” Allura step in front of Lance and glare at him making eye contact “If you have a problem you should tell us now!” She order “I don’t have any problem I’m alright” Lance answers ‘I do have a problem but I can’t tell you because then you will decide I’m no good for being a paladin’ Lance was worry about his secret being discover “If you don’t have any problem then why are you so distract? The galra empire could attack at any second and all you do is fail like a paladin” not again Lance could not deal with his position as a paladin being put on doubt again “The blue paladin of Voltron always keeps their concentration sharp and you’re failing on doing it maybe Keith was right and you are NO paladin” Allura say and the whole team gasp “I’m no paladin?” Lance say with his voice cracking it took Allura under 5 ticks to realize what she just said “Well if I’m no paladin then WHY THE HELL IM HERE?! You know what SCREW IT!!” Lance throw away a his helmet and gave Allura his Bayard “good luck finding a new blue paladin” Lance went to the scape pots and flew to the farers planet he could found but he took his weird galra cellphone back with the paladins when They got out of the shook of Lance leaving “what.the fuck was that for?!” Pidge broke the silence “I…did he really?” Allura ask “leave? Yes princess he did” Coran said “he also turn off his tracker” “did we just lost a paladin?” Shiro asked “No!” Keith said “we have to somehow contact Lance and bring him back Voltron is not gonna lose a paladin for a litter mistake like this one" meanwhile with Lance was staring at that weird phone and he finally decide… he needed to talk to someone

After 10 minutes of activating the phone a galra ship got to Lance location and Lotor came out of the ship “so problems on heaven?” “Hah that place is anything but heave” Lance answered walking to Lotor “I quit” Lance said to Lotor with his voice cracking again “oh now now Lance they need you you are the most perfect thing voltron ever had you can’t just quit” Lotor had a plan if the blue paladin trust him enough he will get him so information in change of emotional support that was exactly what he was going to do “now tell me what annoyed you this time” Lotor and Lance chat for hours Lance told him everything that happen on the castle and his problems Lotor told him some problems too they share histories and jokes until “Lance Lance are you there” Lance ship sound with pidge voice Lotor till his head and raise an eyebrow to the scape pod so Lance would talk “yes I’m here” he said without stop staring at Lotor he was going to follow his “sugestión” “Allura didn’t really mean it Lance she-” “is alright I over reacted I’ll turn on my tracker because I don’t really knows where am I” Lance was falling for Lotor’s game without even realizing when he stop talking to his friends Lotor stand up and say “you know what to do if you ever need me” and it suddenly in turn into something normal for Lance every time he was feeling bad or just wanted a hug he would sneak out to see Lotor until one day “ok now ummm truth or dare” Lance ask
“Truth” Lotor respond “why did you ask if I was alright when we first hugged?” Lotor was waiting for that question so he could get Lance in the palm of his hand “because you remind me of how broken I used to be when I saw your red eyes and those huge eye bags I could tell the paladins weren’t treating you well” Lance was impress and blush “geez you really know how to sweet talk someone” “oh and that’s not the only thing I can do” Lotor said before kissing Lance and respond to the kiss ‘checkmate Paladins of voltron’ was the last thing Lotor thought

anonymous asked:

F/R getting nervous about a vacation in /their homeland like ex: Hawaii/ and Reaper, McCree, Tracer, Hanzo didn't know it was their home cause reader doesn't really talk about their home and they usually vacation in the other s/O's home land. Oooh they can meet the readers fam that they didn't tell s/o about like they have a sibling and stuff.

Ok just to recap we’re talking about an F!Reader that is taking their chosen s/o to their homeland for vacation, and they’ve never taken their s/o to said homeland before. The F!Reader has also never really talked about their family to their s/o, and more or less introduces their s/o to the family? Or does the s/o meet the Reader’s family without the Reader’s knowledge?

I hope I got this right. I went with first trip to Reader’s homeland, meeting Reader’s family for the first time. Also a reaction to the Reader having siblings that said Reader never told their s/o about.


  • “I’m tired of going back to the same place.” (he doesn’t add but he may as well have said, “so your place better not suck” at the end)
  • He already knew what your hometown was because he has access to all your files (I mean who doesn’t this is a military organization lmao and he’s your superior officer) and says that it doesn’t matter if you don’t want to go (which you don’t) because he’s just going to go on his own
  • You do come along though, hoping in the back of your mind you won’t have to introduce him to your family
  • Unfortunately everyone in your family is your standard sitcom-worthy whacky family ideal, so it turns out they’ve known about your relationship with Gabe because of one stray selfie you sent on Christmas where he was in the reflection of a mirror :P
  • Your family of course guessed correctly, and immediately recognized him when he was out on his own getting something at a corner store
  • They practically kidnap him and you’re called up to meet everyone for dinner “Plus your boyfriend is here having tea! Just saying!”
  • He’s mostly overwhelmed by your aggressively friendly family and after the ordeal of having to put up with enough social interaction for a year, he remarks deadpan, “I can see why you didn’t want to come here”
  • TBH though he actually really liked meeting them because it reminded him of his former life
  • He’ll just…you know. Never tell you.


  • “Aw luv, why don’t you want to go over to your hometown?”
  • She wanted to surprise you with tickets, after all everybody loves a change of pace
  • So when you reluctantly add that you weren’t ready to introduce Lena (on account of being gay) to your family, she gets glum but understands
  • She did after all, completely forget that your parents still assumed you were straight.
  • Tracer eventually talks it over with you and says that she wants to support you no matter what, and to “show them how happy we are as a couple”
  • When you’re on the plane or in the car, Tracer is full of questions about everything, and of course she has to ask you everything at once, SUCH AS
  • Where was your childhood home? Where did you go to school to? Did you get bullied? Where was your first kiss? What’s a silly memory you have? Etc etc
  • She was stoked when it was revealed you had several siblings, probably exclaiming like “You never told me Y/N! I can’t wait to get to know your family!”
  • With the parents there are a lot of long talks, and some arguments over the course of years
  • But when it’s clear that you and Tracer are going to stay together, they eventually come to accept you and your girlfriend.


  • Also planned the trip as a surprise, thinking it would make you happy
  • You seem excited but say something like, “I don’t know, I just thought my hometown wouldn’t be interested to you.”
  • Unfortunately this is McCree so he’s all, “You kiddin’?!” and he’s off, going to every trashy gift shop for tourist garbage like silly shot glasses and magnets
  • When you eventually take him to see your family, he immediately befriends your siblings and you’re still kinda baffled how
  • “Guess I’m jus’ a family man!” he grins, hanging out with all your brothers and sisters- if those brothers and sisters are old enough to have kids? They’re all over him.
  • One niece takes his hat :P “Deputy!” he calls her. XD
  • Your mom probably likes McCree immediately, while your father might need to warm up to him more, but it’s clear that he’s such a friendly and good natured guy so it’s kinda hard to not like him, you know?


  • He was actually kinda curious as to why you never seemed to object going to Japan all the time
  • And while he certainly doesn’t mind going to Japan all the time, he felt bad that he was always taking you to his homeland instead of ever considering going to yours
  • So, he asks. It almost seems random really, when he asks “Why don’t we visit your hometown this time?”
  • When it’s clear that you’re reluctant, he asks if you’re hiding something from him
  • You know that around him he’s going to keep persisting unless you come clean
  • So, you have to admit that you were nervous about bringing him into see your family, namely that perhaps seeing one would make him upset (he did kinda go through a lot with his…>_>)
  • He reassures you though that isn’t the case- he’s wanted to meet your family because the two of you care for each other, and it seems to be you’re quite close with yours (versus his)
  • He actually quite likes the idea of having a family to write to and think about and care for, as much of a sealed uptight butt as he may be
  • He also, being a traditionalist, wanted to meet your family out of respect “It is disrespectful to be in a seriously relationship with you without notifying your family, namely your parents or any equivalent relatives.” It’s something of a hilarious Freudian slip when he mumbles “Especially if we were serious enough to have intent to marry.”
  • “Does that mean you want to propose Hanzo?” “PREPOSTEROUS!”
  • Give him time.

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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.

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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just friends...right?  -  seokmin (M)

Originally posted by fatenumberfor

summary; you two were friends…..just friends….no fucking going on here…..or at least….you thought so…..

genre: hello smut writing my old friend so yeah there’s mature themes and stuff 

a/n: to the anon who requested this i hope you like it as much as i liked writing this one! it was very fun to write ღ

he needs to not be rude lee seokmin please leave me al o N E 

“Oh, Seokmin? He’s just a friend.”

“Y/n? Yeah, she’s a great friend…just a friend.”

That was it, right? Just friends. Getting into college meant that a new beginning for you. Saying goodbye to your old, younger self, and grabbing a new image. This also meant a whole new variety of friends and new ways of thinking. And also……new experiences that came with those friends and those new ways of thinking. For example, there was one friend called Mingyu who taught you how to cook….and how not to burn the whole house down. There was also Seungkwan, who kept you company on rainy days while storms hit the shore, and while the sky was unsettled due to mother nature flipping her shit on everything. But honestly, the best friend you ever made was Seokmin. Tall, smile like an angel mixed with the sun’s energy, a master comedian who also has a great voice, and just….an awesome friend. But…being this close…kind of had it’s….pros and cons- the pros are, that you have an amazing friend who’s always just a hop, skip and jump away, whenever you needed cheering up! You also had an amazing friend who could make you smile loads. The cons….were the fact that people thought…under all that smiling…..you two were fucking. People thought that there was an underlying message.

“Hey Y/n…are you and Seokmin….you know…banging?”

“Hm? No, he’s just a really good friend. Where did that assumption come from?”

“Well….a couple kids thought that you two were…you know like friends with benefits…fuckbuddies….and I just came up to check if it was actually happening. There’s no problem if you guys are…it’s just that it’s gotten a lot of attention recently.”

“Huh…ok…well, me and Seokmin aren’t fucking. Nope, this is a strictly platonic thing we have going on. Nothing is being pounded, nothing is being screwed, nothing is being inserted into anything. Just friends.”

“Oh, ok, thanks for clearing that up, Y/n. See you on monday, and don’t forget to do the homework!”

“No problem, and I won’t, I’ll see you on monday.”

You mentioned to the class rep, waving to her as you exited the class. So wait, it wasn’t just her who thought you and Seokmin were getting at it….it was the whole class? A slight blush appeared on your cheeks, glancing over to all the other students coming out of their classes. You finished a little earlier than Seokmin, so you decided to head on back to the dorm. You and Seokmin didn’t share a dorm, but you gave him a spare key for whenever he wants to come visit you and stuff.A silent sigh left your lips, as you piled the scarf around your neck, keeping you warm in the winter day. It was the middle of January, and the city was expecting snow any time soon, so the temperature was bound to be below 0° celsius. Or below 32° fahrenheit. You shuffled your way to the dorm buildings, keeping yourself warm with the hot pack you had from the day before. Having hot packs are a god sent in winter, and you definitely needed this. You were able to get in before anyone else decided to stop and ask you if you were boning Seokmin in your dorm. That question really hit home for you….as you started to really question your friendship with Seokmin. Was it just a rumor that you heard, or was it something else? Yes, you had to admit, you two are quite skinshippy-huggy with each other, but that’s one of the reasons why you’re such good friends. Maybe the skinship is the reason why…? Shaking your head, you decided to text Seokmin, asking him to come over after his lesson finished.

[4:15 PM] From Y/n 🍯 💎™️ ©️ ®️: Hey Seokmin, can you come over after class?? we need to talk……😕

[4:17 PM] From SunSeok 🌞: yeah sure my lesson just finished and i was planning on coming anyways….everything alright??

[4:18 PM] From Y/n 🍯 💎™️ ©️ ®️: it’s…uh…

“…So wait…let me get this straight…”

Seokmin queried, completely perplexed about what you just told him. Lying next to him, you glanced up at Seokmin, then back to the bunk bed above. His arm being the only thing holding him up, he lied sideways, so that his gaze was always fixed on you and you only.


“Some people in your class…”


“Probably saw us hug..”

“You’re on the right track…”

“And they kind of just though…are we fucking?”

“Thats right.”

“And it’s been spread around your class…?”

“Bingo…but the class rep came up to me and asked about it, so that should be cleared up by now.”


You leered up to him again; oh no. He had that sort of mischievous…but guilty look on his face. You knew exactly what he was up to. You sighed, grabbing his attention again. Glancing down at you, he took one minute to scan you up and down, his thoughts going downtown, seeing you in just shorts and a t-shirt. A lower lip bite was the only thing to tell you that he had an idea, but it was kind of a bad idea too. 

Oh no, spill it Lee.”

You sat up on your bed, folding your arms, a peeved off glare slowly making its way over to him. You sighed, seeing him roll over, his hands holding up his head. He somehow managed to get your legs apart slightly, lying in between them. His arms bent, but over your hips, like a barricade of some sort. He glared up to you, then looked back down, his finger now tracing the outline of the running shorts you had on. Your face turned red again, just like it did when you were out in the cold, and when you were in the hallway.

“You’re thinking of something that will probably cause some trouble, so spill it. Now.”

“Alright, alright, hold your horses. I was thinking…one time wouldn’t hurt…right?”

One time, huh?

“One time? Of course it would…we both said that we’re not interested in each other in that way, so what’s with the change of plan?”

“A lot of people say that…if you bang with a friend….it’s either one of two things…experimental or it’s a friends with benefits thing…”

You remember the class rep bringing that up when she was talking to you in the classroom, but you thought you wouldn’t hear that word for a while, not until you got back to class on monday morning.

“Won’t it be awkward after though?”

Wait, you’re actually considering it? After that change, from being the -slightest- fuck girl, to actually staying on track with work, you were actually considering it again?

“Shouldn’t be. They say it helps grow the friendship. A lot of people have fuck buddies because they don’t have time for a boyfriend or girlfriend or partner. I even heard little miss class rep has one.”

“Wait, she does?”

“Of course, I saw her leaving Mingyu’s dorm one day as I was going to class. Her hair looked messy, just like she was fucked, real good.”

“One Seokmin I know you’re joking, and two, is this all true?”

“I’m not joking….maybe we should do this…maybe we should eb fuck buddies…and this is what I’ve heard from other people, including Seungkwan.”

As bad as it sounded…you kind of lived by Seungkwan’s word. You couldn’t pin-point what was going on in that moment, but you felt your heart beating faster, his fingers now touching bare skin, above the shorts. The blush was coming back, but worse than before, Your ears started to turn a pink-ish colour too. It was getting bad, and you were thinking…hey…maybe it’s not too bad.

“Really? I’m still not sure…”

You lied. You actually did. You didn’t want to seem too interested in doing this, just incase you didn’t want to do this. But…you had to show some interest in doing this…you saw the pros and cons of this, like you did before. The pros of it being that you were…going to find out what Seokmin is really like, his true character underneath that light hearted surface. You were also getting dick, which is an alright thing in your books. The cons….being that you weren’t sure if you two were ever going to be the same…just like what you two were doing, sitting like that, and like before. You kind of just thought to yourself…wait….what if it goes well…? then my friendship with Seokmin might be stronger. Whatever the outcome was, you were sure glad about your dorm mate being on that skiing trip, and she wouldn’t be back until this time next week. 

“Listen….let’s just try it once…you never know until you try…and if it doesn’t work out, then we know that it won’t get to this stage again…ok Y/n?”

You thought about it for a while, longer than you would like, but…in the end…the pros did outweigh the cons. And besides, you were just a couple metres away from saying fuck it and making him take you right there. A small but sultry smile appeared on your lips as you observed him, getting up. 

“Is this happening?”

He asked, his hand rubbing his neck, the other being up against the top bunk bed. Staring down to you, the look in his eyes turned from a look of a sweet nature, to a hot, inviting, but rather sensual look. You never found out if he had ever had sex before, but you kind of knew that he knew exactly what he was doing, just from that glare.

“I…guess so. Yeah, it is happening.”

You announced, seeing him nod, and watching his smile turn from, again, sweet-natured to provocative and titillating. He went to close the door, and the curtains too, the room suddenly becoming dimmer than before. Coming back over, halfway, you saw him slowly take his shirt off. This was more a lust rather than love thing, but you did exactly the same. The temptations ran high in you, keeping you and your heart on the edge. Seokmin didn’t show, but his mind was going wild at the sight of your chest, covered by a simple bra. You definitely saw that his…little friend was going wild, the bulge in his trousers growing slightly.  

“Come on, bra off too.”

He demanded, you knew who was in charge this time. A simple nod, followed by you pulling down the straps, unclasping it and slipping it off. Now his dick was getting excited.  Moving back down so you could lie down, you didn’t realise how….nice Seokmin’s body was. Lightly shaking your head and closing your eyes, you felt Seokmin’s body heat as he clambered over you, being right above you. 

“You taking charge? Or should I?”

“You try..”

You mumbled, opening your eyes. You also didn’t realise how close he had gotten to you, with every breath making your bodies collide and come together. Your arms already found a placement; shoulders. His shoulders were…more broader than you thought, your arms comfortably resting around them. Then, your eyes locked, and somehow…there were fireworks going off in your head. When someone says this, they normally think it has something to do with love, like pink fireworks. Nope, the fireworks in your mind were red, lust. His legs adjusted themselves, one leg being placed in between yours, sitting right in between. There wasn’t a gap, just right, in between. Just with his leg between yours, you already felt that similar and unforgiving feeling you feel when you get excited. Yeah, you could feel your panties just getting drenched already, just by him being above you.


“As I’ll ever be, Seokmin.”

You replied, the gap between you two getting smaller and smaller by the second, until you felt his lips graze yours, just ever so slightly. It was the first time you’d ever kissed Seokmin, and to tell you the truth, you were…kind of missing out. His lips were soft like cotton candy, pressing up against yours. Sooner or later, the kiss was about to deepen, and so it did. His tongue barely stroked your bottom lip, but you opened your mouth little by little, inviting his tongue into your mouth. As soon as it was in your mouth, his tongue explored your mouth a little, with your tongue caressing his. It also wasn’t long until he started to explore your body with his hand, the other holding himself up above you. That hand soon became attached to your chest, grabbing a handful of your breast while he was at it. Steadily, as you felt your underwear get that tiny bit more damp, your grip on his shoulders tightened. You know what else started to tighten? His grip on you. The hand that was just casually grabbing your chest, moved down your body, lining the outside of your shorts with his fingers. Of course, this made you tense up a little, your hips bucking against his leg. He noticed. Oh, he definitely noticed what you just did. 

“You gonna do that again?”

“If you do that again, then sure.”

Seokmin teased, parting away from your lips. You teased back and gave a little childish scowl, your words being interrupted by the hand that was invading your shorts. Slipping lower and lower, his nimble fingers found your weak spot; your clit. That’s the first time for you, that someone had ever found it so quickly. Rubbing it gently through the material of your underwear, you felt those little spark you would normally get when you got excited, pulsating through you. Leaning back in, this time, his prime target was your neck. He didn’t even go slow and steady, like he did with your lips; oh no, full frontal biting and sucking. There was no stopping him now. His excitement increased, just by the sound of your small but heavy moans and your hitched breathing too. He found out there was more fun inside your underwear, so his hand came up, then back down again. You felt those surges of pleasure run through you again, but this time, they were 10x better, since it was skin on skin contact. Rubbing,,,wasn’t clearly wasn’t enough for Seokmin, he needed a little bit more fun from you. His hand then passed your clit, and went straight in for the kill. But, there wasn’t enough room to move; time to call upon the multitasker. While making more love bites on your skin, he pulled both your shorts and underwear down to your thighs with only one hand, the other still exploring your body to the fullest. The other hand then stopped exploring, holding himself above you again. Feeling his fingers going back under you sent shivers down your spine, keeping you in check. You were surely going to moan his name out any minute, but that wasn’t the point. He was…making you feel good. For a while, yeah, you had to admit his fingers felt really, really good. But you needed him, and you needed him now. 


“You want it now?”



He teased again. You were so close to just saying “Seokmin you utter prick just put your dick in me” but…that would be a total mood killer. Shit. You didn’t say anything, just a solid nod, trying to get your breathing back to normal. After all, he was making your heart race x3 more than it normally would. Your gaze was fixed on his crotch, watching him unbuckle his trousers and taking them down, along with his boxers. Your eyes widened at the sight of him, you were….shocked. How? Why? You kind of….imagines before…how big he was. It was a secret that you would take to your grave, and….a truthful one at that. He was bigger than you imagined. His hands gripped your legs, giving them a little grope, too. His dirty secret was that he loved your thighs to death. they were his favourite thing about you, thinking in terms of fucking you.Seokmin aligned himself with you, sliding in almost immediately. Then, the prolonged moan that you had to let out was freed almost immediately, your mind going to mush. Thrusting in and out, the small breaths that came out of Seokmin, turned into grunts. He leaned back over to you, his lips finding yours. Muffled moans from both of you, your tongues started to swirl around again. Your hands immediately found themselves hooked up on his shoulders, with one hand having your fingers run through his hair. A little tugging too. WIth every pump and thrust, you let your brain go wild, your breathing became unsettled again. Parting away from your lips, he lodged his head in between you neck, but this time, he was giving no mercy to the other side of your neck, covering it in hundreds of little bites. Your head started to tilt back, you had to admit….he was good. So good. With his hands still fixated on your thighs, you could feel his grip getting tighter and tighter with every thrust, his nails digging into you. He was close to climaxing, and so were you. A couple deep breaths and moans were enough to send you packing, you hitting the point of pleasure almost immediately. Your signal to him that you climaxed, was one of the loudest moans you had ever let out, with a couple more trailing out after. He was close too, taking himself out from you. His hand left your thigh, starting to jerk himself off at the sight of your body. Then, he reached his climax too, fluids slowly spilling out. He managed to jizz on your stomach…your chest…and your face too. Miraculously, he got none on the sheets. Good going, Seokmin, gold star for you. You both had the same glare in your eyes, that said ‘that was great…can we do it again’. This went on for a good 30 seconds, while your gazes softened. You, still lying on the bed….still covered in his fluid, with a childish and tired smile approaching your lips. His lips were curved upwards, the same smile on his face too. 

“How was that?”

He asked, pulling his boxers up again, buckling his belt up. He was able to go out the room quickly to grab you a towel, just to clean yourself. And there you were. Just lying down naked on your bed, looking up to the top of the bunk bed again. Giving you the towel, you wiped yourself, placing your underwear back on after. 

“That wasn’t…so bad…fuckbuddy.”

You said, still regaining your breath. His eyes widened a little, as he laid down next to you, sitting up quickly. He seemed….really excited about it. You couldn’t help but to smile at his childish nature, even after he gave you the best nailing you’ve ever experienced. 

“Wait, are you serious?”

“Yeah. It was pretty good, and I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”

“That’s great…so we can do it any time…?”

“As long as my roommate isn’t in, or if we do it in your dorm. Or the bathroom. Yeah, the bathroom’s soundproof for some reason.”


“Yeah….it’s weird…”

You said, glancing back over to Seokmin, who was just nodding. Another smile appeared on your face, you rhead just..finding it’s way to his shoulder, just lying there. It was…a cute bonding moment. You didn’t feel awkward with him after that, and you felt that your friendship with Seokmin has gotten stronger through this. Most friends would turn to dating after this, but everything was the same. Friends with benefits. 

“Hey Y/n.”

“Yeah, what is it?”

“My dog used to chase people on bikes. It was getting really bad.”

“Hm? I didn’t–”

“It got so bad that we had to take his bike away.”

“Oh…poor do– wait….”

You said, turning to him, a confused and slightly annoyed face starting to show, while Seokmin was just cracking up beside you. You let out a little laugh too, seeing that it was a good and bad joke at the same time. You realised…that your friendship was just more than this, it was special. You really did appreciate Seokmin being your friend, and now, since you two shared this experience, you guys are now closer than ever before.

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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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. :-)

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.