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okay, but everyone portrays Trini as “I couldn’t give less of a fuck about school” but… do you remember Spinelli from that Recess animated show? She acted as if she failed every assignment but she actually had grades similar to Gretchen… What if Trini was secretly the biggest nerd (besides Billy of course) and they all find out when they show up in Trini’s house unannounced and her mom, overly excited leads them to a small studio room where Trini studies, that is incredibly organized, yellow accents, sunflowers by the window and a lot of yellow post its on the wall, pretty notes and a lot of books, the tests, quizzes and assignments that had been returned to her in a stash and they all can see she mainly has As? And that becomes the target of the rest of the rangers teasing and Trini becomes Kimberly’s personal biology tutor, in which Kim is great at but uses it as an excuse to spend time with Trini.

Okay, but can we talk about how this kind of confirms that Knaeki never had a secret porn stash?

Because that boy can master ANYTHING through reading. Martial arts? Crossdressing? Cooking? Hair styling?

Boy can do anything, as long as he reads about it.

So that means he probably didn’t read a bunch of porn, since he seems to have LITERALLY NO IDEA other than to cluelessly boob-squish and blush a lot.

He goes through three random duffel bags before he finds what he’s looking for. Just as he’s about to make his move, Katsudon decides it’s the perfect moment to take a break from practicing the fastest step sequence anyone’s probably ever attempted and come off the ice to hang out for a bit before I meet Victor for lunch, it’s been a while since it was just us. And of course he immediately zeroes in on the lighter in Yuri’s hand, because there is a helicopter parent trapped inside Katsudon’s chubby ass that finds every opportunity to come out and make Yuri’s life a waking nightmare. 

“Yurio,” Katsudon gasps, positively breathless with disappointment. He looks like he’s two seconds away from crying, turning himself over to the police for gross negligence, or both. “Have you started smoking?”

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Movie Sign

Blue Diamond has plans to create another facility on the dark side of the moon where humans will mine raw materials to build new weapons. In order to test the habitability of the new base, Blue Pearl and Holly Blue Agate are dispatched to Earth to kidnap a few test subjects — but after they nab Buck Dewey, Jenny Pizza and Sour Cream, the two Gems discover they’ve also been abandoned on the moon base. Left with nothing better to do, Holly and Blue Pearl decide to torment their captives with a stash of cheesy movies. Can Steven and the Crystal Gems rescue their human friends before they lose their sanity?

anonymous asked:

HC (rfa+saeran) of MC being a huge troublemaker(like with the law and/or entire countries), or in a violent gang of some sort? thxxx

Okay so I had a lot of fun writing this, so as I do I went a little overboard with it. Also, the amount of research I did for this is crazy AND if the FBI is checking my browser history they now think that I am a drug cartel running serial killer looking for a hitman to hire. Great…anyway, I hope you enjoy. Also: this is only  || PART 1 || and here you have || PART 2 ||




Settling down with Zen had been astonishingly easy. For one, he was extremely devoted to everything he did, be it his work or his relationship to you. You never had to worry about him ever doing anything that would betray your trust in him. Considering your profession and background that was the key. Something that also helped was his devotion to his work. Most people would have complained about the irregular and long working hours, but for you they were a blessing. It made hiding what you did to get by a lot easier. He was never home, so you never had to explain where you went!

It wasn’t like you wanted to keep it a secret, really. By doing so you weren’t helping yourself but him. You weren’t exactly sure how the show biz worked, but if his agents weren’t fine with him dating a commoner you were quite sure they might suffer an aneurysm upon finding out that you and your biker gang basically ran multiple drug cartels. Keeping it a secret meant protecting him. Plus, he was always so happy when you didn’t complain about not being able to go public, thinking you were so understanding when in reality it was in your interest to remain on the down low as much as his.

For the most part keeping it a secret was easy. When he asked you about work you just told him you worked in import and export of goods. It wasn’t a lie, just a selective truth. The drugs never came into your home and you didn’t take them yourself, you only made a lot of money off of them. Sure, sometimes you had pangs of conscience about the poor souls you sold the shit to, but then again it was hardly your fault that people were weak enough to get addicted. It’s not like six-year-old you had dreamed about selling crack to junkies, but sometimes life happened and you had to suck it up.

It was when one of your main smugglers was shot during a gang fight that things became a little more complicated. All of your guys were out of the country which meant you had to take care of certain dirty work. The guy had managed to hide the stuff, but you knew better than to trust it was safely stored until some of your other men returned to collect it. Everyone in the business had their eyes and ears all over the world, which meant you had to do something and you had to do it quick. The drugs had to be picked up and stored somewhere they’d be safe and protected. Really, there was only one option.

Making sure that Zen wouldn’t be home at the same time as you you’d hopped on your bike and driven to the given location. Obviously it wasn’t like you could just walk in, get the suitcase full of crystallized LSD and walk out like a walk in the park. You could sell a single gram of that stuff for 3000$ counting and you had an entire suitcase full of that shit. People were quite literally ready to kill for that amount of high end drugs. This time you were on the receiving end of a bullet treatment. Before you knew the shooting had started and you had to flee the scene.

You had your own weapon, but your priority was the suitcase and really there was no time to pull it. You were outnumbered as well, so you ran out, willing away the pain you felt at the hits you took. Luckily only two bullets actually hit you, one of which merely gazed your shoulder, the other went straight to your lower back. Still, you kept running, jumped on your bike and drove off as fast as humanly possible. Your initial plan had been to hide them somewhere else, but you found yourself riding home. You needed to take care of your wounds and clear your head before proceeding.

The only problem was that apparently Zen had planned to surprise you. So when you dragged your body into the apartment with the most expensive drugs on the market in tow you weren’t alone. Instead you were greeted with the smell of your favourite dish being prepared a happily singing Zen. You’d been too out of it to retreat and that is when he’d turned around and taken in your disheveled shape. You were covered in dirts, cuts and bleeding from not one but two bullet wounds. Needless to say he had a lot of questions. “What the fuck happened?! Oh my God, we need to call an ambulance!”

As he ran to the phone you ran towards him, tackling him. “No! Zen, calm down. You need to listen to me and you need to understand what I’m telling you.” He didn’t calm immediately, insisting to at least clean and patch up your wounds before even letting you speak. With his background you weren’t surprised that he remained calm or that he knew how to patch up a bullet wound, really. “What’s in the suitcase”, he asked, voice calm and unwavering. “Expensive as fuck LSD”, you explained, chuckling to lighten the mood only to groan with pain when your body reminded you of the state you were in.

Zen sighed, shaking his head. “I can’t judge you nor will I preach to you about how what you’re doing is wrong. I’ve been there myself, but I know for a fact that there are other options”, he said and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “My parents are dead, I never finished high school and I don’t have a talent for anything other than this. I really don’t have other options.” Zen met your eyes, obviously annoyed, and flicked your forehead. “Look at you. Money is not worth dying for.” You snorted. “Oh please, my bike looks worse. Anyway, can I stash the drugs here?” He shrugged and merely kissed.


When you’d first started dating Yoosung most people in your life had been more than a little bewildered by your choice in partner. Where you were mature, he was childish. Your calm was met by his overly excited personality and even your interest seemed to clash. On top of that everyone felt like you were more like a caretaker to him than he was a boyfriend to you and they could not fathom while a woman like you would stoop down to such a level by dating a man-child like him. In short, he could not compare to your caliber and yet the two of you seemed to magically work somehow.

What most people didn’t understand – couldn’t, as it was a part of your personality and life you never shared – was your love for everything innocent and if Yoosung was one thing than it was innocent. He practically radiated it for the entire world to sense and it drew you in like a moth to the flame. His endless naivety you found charming and his ‘flaw’ of getting too attached and dependent on the women in his life was something you thoroughly enjoyed. He basically gave up all control for you to take. Your word was quite literally his demand. Frankly, you wondered why other people didn’t see the appeal.

On top of that he never pushed for anything. You knew for a fact that you were his first kiss, his first girlfriend and his sexual experience. You were the only human being that had ever laid hands on him and if that wasn’t a pleasant thought you didn’t know what else to tell those people. He was yours and yours completely. He was also considerate, sweet and attentive without pushing you. He never demanded sex. He never cornered you. He never forced you to things you didn’t want to do. Especially things based on stereotypes like cleaning and cooking. He made you feel free, compared to others.

It was precisely that feeling that allowed you to open up about yourself. Out of all the people you’d had in your life you were sure that he would understand you. Still, obviously you didn’t overwhelm him with your personality and needs, so you turned your confession into a longer process. It started with little, subtle hints. You told him that if you could, you would kill certain people, but he brushed it off as an empty phrase. When you disappeared out at night a lot and he asked you what you were doing you told him you were cleansing the streets of disgusting men. He took it as a joke.

After that you continued but with a little more obviousness. You wanted him to realize it himself, so you had to be obvious enough, but still make sure that the other RFA members didn’t get what you were trying to confess. You started being reckless about hiding your bloody knifes or left blood stains in your clothes, but Yoosung never reacted to any of those, completely oblivious it seemed. You reckoned that hints just weren’t enough, not with him. He was just too innocent and too pure. You also figured that there was a certain layer of denial within him you had to break through. Well, there goes nothing!

It was a normal, sunny day when you finally took the last step into opening up about who you really were. When Yoosung came home from work in the evening you greeted him with a sight he would never forget. The majority of the living room floor was covered by tarp, amidst of it a lonely chair with a man tied to it. A rope tied his legs to the chair while his arms were bound behind his back with what looked like cable ties. He was gagged but not blindfolded, as you weren’t scared of him seeing you. It’s not like he would ever get to tell the tale, so you were safe in that regard.

Yoosung froze, eyes widening as he took in the scene. He quickly slammed the door shut and covered his mouth so he wouldn’t scream. When he looked to you there was a bright grin on your face. Your wore an apron and latex gloves and from that and the knife you yielded in your hand effortlessly he deduced it wasn’t you who was in danger. “Surprise”, you called like you’d planned some kind of birthday party for him. He started to shiver, eyes snapping between you and the man who was obviously trying to, but because of the gag incapable of, ask Yoosung for help.

“W-What…what is this”, he asked, voice shaking. Your smile was replaced by a pout. “This is me”, you said. “I’m bearing all of me to you. Don’t you want to get to know all of me, Yoosung?” Strangely enough, he did. He wanted to know all of you no matter how much it frightened him. “Are you…will you kill this man?” You beamed again and nodded. “Yes, I will. Right here so you can watch me do it. Men like him deserve to die. They approach me all the time, talk to me like dirt and touch me inappropriately. This one actually tried to rape me”, you explained, knife tracing the mans skin.

Yoosung watched you cut the man apart, piece by piece. Watched you as you drained him of every last drop of blood. He was torn between disgust and fascination, incapable of averting his eyes. He watched as of all colour left his body and then saw the light in his eyes flicked and faint. Dead. “Why did you show me this”, he asked, astounded by how calm he remained in the face of this. You grinned, walking over the dead body like it was dirt to get to Yoosung. You were so close he could feel your hot breath ghost over his cheeks as you whispered: “Because I want you to join me, my knight in shining armour.”


It had been your free day, so you’d decided to use your time productively and go to the grocery store. Your fridge had been gradually getting emptier and after stuffing your faces with cakes and pastry all day it was about time Jaehee and you finally ate something healthy again. You knew all her favourite dishes and with those in mind you got everything you needed to prepare them. It had been a while since your last proper date, actually. Most people thought that once you live and work together dating is no longer necessary, but you kindly disagreed. One should always show appreciation!

With two heavy bags in hand you’d entered the apartment, humming to some tune stuck in your head. You’d tossed your keys into the bowl next to the door and kicked it shut, careful not to be too loud. You’d been so eager to get started as you carried the groceries to the kitchen only to stop in your tracks when you saw the figure leaning against the table, looking at the knife in his hands with the kind of interest you knew would turn out to be dangerous for you. He looked up then, grinning at you from ear to ear. You should have been frightened and yet you found yourself deadly calm.

“What are you doing here, Nam-Il”, you asked as you put down the bags and started to unload them, not paying the man a lot of attention. “I came to get you, obviously”, he replied. You didn’t turn around to look at him, but you could feel his eyes tracking your every move. “I think I made it quite obvious that I have no intention of being with you, Nam. I am not yours to take.” You’d just finished getting everything out of the bag when you heard the quiet steps behind you. You spun around quickly, hands tightened around the knife you’d grabbed. Your blade poked at his stomach, his was at your throat.

He grinned at you, obviously amused. “As fierce as ever I see. I missed you, babe.” You growled at him angrily, poking a little harder to let him feel the blade properly. “I wish I could say the same.” It was obviously that moment that Jaehee chose to enter the apartment and come to the kitchen. All three of you were frozen until she started to scream. You and Nam lowered your knives and put them away respectively, but didn’t stop glaring at one another. “Jaehee, babe, please calm down”, you told her, demeanour instantly softening the second she was the one addressed.

“Calm down?! This man was in the news! He’s a from that mafia gang Hwan Song Sung Pa and just bought his way out of prison despite getting a life long sentence and I get home to you having his knife at your throat and you tell me to calm?!” Well, when she put it that way, her reaction certainly made more sense than your suggestion. “I know this might seem really bad to you, but don’t worry. He’d never hurt me.” Jaehee whimpered. “And how do you know that?” Nam snorted, crossing his arms over his chest. “Because she is my wife and I’d never hurt her…much.”

The answer obviously floored Jaehee from the way her face fell and body sagged with utter defeat. You glowered at Nam. “I haven’t been your wife since your dumb ass decided to get caught killing a man earning yourself a life-long sentence in prison”, you snapped at him. He just grinned and shrugged. “Well I am back now, am I not? Come on, babe, you know this kind of life isn’t for you. When the guys told me you were playing relationship with another chick I told them to leave you alone, because I was sure that you would realize that you aren’t cut out for this kind of boring bullshit.”

“Just shut the fuck up, will you”, you snapped at him, holding back as to not slap him. “Just leave, Nam. You’re scaring my girlfriend. We can talk about this another time. I have enough explaining to do as it is. I don’t need your dumb ass making the situation worse.” You were exasperated and exhausted at the same time. Luckily he didn’t protest. He merely pressed a kiss to your cheek, something you decided to allow despite your past together, and left. You leaned against the counter, head hanging low. So your good for nothing husband was out and about and your girlfriend was having a breakdown.

“Y-Your husband?!” You turned to look at her, apologetic and tired. “It was an arranged marriage of convenience. My father used to work with his people and Nam got obsessed with me. Thinking that I would take over his business my father married be off, so Nam and I could rule the ‘underworld’ together. It didn’t work out. I hated that life so I ran away and he got locked up.” Jaehee nodded, still in obvious shock. “Do you…love me?” Your eyes widened, heart breaking. “Of course I love you! I love our café, I love our apartment and I love our domestic life. I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

Jaehee started to cry then, tears running down her cheeks in streams like you’d never seen them before. You instantly jumped into motion, running towards her to pull her into your arms, do everything in your power to calm her down. She shook in your arms, crying so badly in shook your whole world apart. “I am so sorry I out you through this. So, so sorry”, you whispered into her ear, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I promise I’ll take care of it and then you’ll never have to see me or Nam ever again.” She shook her head. “No, don’t leave me!” So against your better judgement you stayed.


Despite getting married very quickly the two of you were going strong even years into your relationship. Despite a meticulous daily routine that to most would seem caging and tiring the romance and lust never quite died down. In fact, with every passing day it seemed to get more and more intense. The need to be close to one another all the time grew to the point where Jumin offered you the position as his Chief Assistant just so he could have you around all day long. Logically he knew that there were possibly more qualified people for the job, but his heart always beat his mind when it came to you.

His need to be with you was very well reflected in you as well, which lead you to accept the offer without a second thought. At that time you’d been married for about two months. Everyone had advised you against it, stating that couples who both lived and worked together were doomed to fail. The two of you proved them wrong. Not only did the two of you avoid any kind of fights or fallouts, you also turned out a far better addition to the company than most people had assumed. You knew how to handle the finances better than Jumin’s and when you were in a meeting you usually ran the show.

Everything had been so peaceful and perfect you’d allowed yourself to relax, let your guards down. It was a stupid mistake. Being the person you were with the background you had you could never allow yourself such luxury and life loved to remind you of that. You’d been in the middle of eating dinner with Jumin, soft music playing in the background as you smiled at one another while enjoying yet another perfect meal. That is when his phone chimed with a call that would shake apart your idyllic routine in the matter of minutes, a call you’d expected as much as you’d suppressed it.

He’d excused himself from the table, apologizing for having to take the call and telling you he’d be right back. Even with the door to the office closed you could hear him talk angrily, catching enough glimpses of the conversation to put two and two together. “What the hell kind of interest could Chil Sung Pa possibly have in our company”, you heard him asked, obviously aggravated. Your heart had sunk upon hearing the familiar name, hairs standing up as your body froze in position. You listened to the rest of the conversation and yet you barely registered anything out of pure shock.

By the time he left the office the food had grown cold and so had Jumin. He was tense and nervous, walking up and down the flat while brushing through his hair. You’d never seen him like that and yet you weren’t surprised. The Korean mafia wasn’t to be taken lightly, you knew that better than anyone. For a couple of minutes you let him pace around, walk off some of the pent up energy that must have been buzzing through his body. Once he’d sunken down on the couch, hands in a prayer like position pressed to his lips as he deeply contemplated what the best thing was to do.

You sat beside him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and pressing a kiss to his temple. Surprisingly he melted into the touch soon, actually leaning against you with a sigh, body relaxing soon. “Apparently Chil Sung Pa is trying to either buy our company or set on destroying it. I don’t understand where their sudden interest is coming from, but if I don’t find a solution soon we might find ourselves losing the company”, he explained, looking at you with an expression you could hardly put into words. He looked like a child lost somewhere without hope of returning. It broke your heart.

“Listen, why don’t you let me handle this one? I think you might be a little too emotionally involved. I mean you have dedicated your entire life to this company so the possibility of you losing it might make you too irrational. Those kind of people can sniff out even the slightest insecurity like a blood hound and they’ll use it against you. I’ll keep my cool and I’ll manage to convince them to back off, no problem.” You were grateful that Jumin agreed without much hesitation, because it meant he hadn’t even questioned why you knew how Chil Sung Pa worked exactly.

When the next morning came you met up with one of the representatives that had been send to the C&R International building to discuss the future of the company. Despite the protests of your co-workers no one but you was allowed in that particular meeting, not even Jumin or Mr. Han himself. You knew it was for the best that way. The meeting didn’t last long, twenty minutes at most. When you left the office it was the clan member that held open the door for you as you confidently strode out of the room. He bowed deeply to you, seemingly scared, before practically scrambling away.

“They withdrew their attack on C&R”, you announced, an audible gasp going through the rows of workers that had gathered. “How?” It was such a simple question and yet it was difficult to answer. “Because my father is the head of Chil Sung Pa which makes me the heir to his empire and he knows better than to mess with my life and business.” Needless to say it left people flabbergasted, surprised and scared. “You are the daughter of a mafia mogul”, Jumin asked. You shrugged and smiled at him apologetically. “Right when I thought my wife could not get any more interesting…”


The two of you had been peacefully sitting on the couch, Saeyoung typing away on his laptop while you read your book when you heard the movement around the apartment. The last couple of years had been domestic bliss for the both of you, but you’d known better than to fully settle as your past always found a way to come back to bite you in the ass. You instantly put down the cup of tea you’d been sipping on and the book, before shutting Saeyoung’s laptop and covering his mouth. “Go to your work room and lock yourself in. Don’t come out before I tell you to”, you whispered into your husbands ear.

Without much time to act you’d gripped his wrist and dragged him off, pushing him into his bunker-like work room and shut the door behind him. After that you had to act incredibly fast, quickly running through the basement apartment that you knew was no infiltrated by some of your former colleagues. Or at least you thought they were colleagues, the line between friends and enemy’s had always been blurred during your years at your old agency. Luckily, you’d always slept with an eye open, running to gather up the weapons you’d hid all over the apartment in preparation for this exact situation.

You were the first one to come out of hiding, showing yourself in order to spark what was unavoidable at this point: A shooting. “I expected you to show up much sooner”, you’d called mockingly. “Did you guys grow soft on me? Wanted me to have some happy ever after for a while before blowing my brains out? How nice, but the game is over now. Come on out now, wherever you are.” The fight that followed was brutal. You shot at least five men, the others you were forced to kill in a more direct manner. One after the other fell until you were the only one left standing.  

When Saeyoung emerged from his room he did so to a bloodbath, corpses lying scattered around what you’d called home for the past couple of years. You said amidst them, holding onto your stomach where one of them had managed to stab you. Without turning to look at him you said: “I didn’t come to get you yet. Disobedience can cost you your life, you know? I would know…” Saeyoung stood frozen by the door, taking the scene in as his mind seemed to fail processing half of the thoughts he was thinking, let alone the things he was feeling. Who was the person he’d called his wife?

“What organization do you work for?” You chuckled bitterly, turning around to look at Saeyoung, blood still gushing from your wound. “Does it matter? After the stunt they pulled today I’ll make sure the organization won’t exist for much longer.” He’d fallen in love with an illusion, Saeyoung realized as he heard a bitterness in your voice he’d never heard before. “I am seriously surprised to see you this shocked, agent 707. All this time I was so sure you knew who I was but chose to ignore it in favour of domestic bliss but from that expression right there I can tell you really didn’t. What a plottwist.”

The sweet, innocent girl he’d married was gone, Saeyoung knew. Then again, could something be gone when it hadn’t been there to begin with? Still, he felt drawn to you, incapable of staying away. He stepped towards you, inspected your wound before going to get a first aid kid to patch it up at least to some extend. You could only laugh. “Why are you doing this? Everything was a lie. Did you really think a normal person could love you? Stick by your side despite everything you put them through? I was sent by my agency to kill you! Do you still think that you’re the dangerous one?”

Despite your harsh words Saeyoung didn’t stop tending to your wound, if anything his touch became lighter and even more gentle than before. He cleaned it and stitched it up to the best of his abilities without saying a word. Only when he was done did he look up, meeting your eyes and nodded. “Yes, because I made someone like you fall in love with someone like me.” Your harsh facade broke, tears springing to your eyes at the broken way he said those words, like he was still unbelieving of the fact that anyone in this world could love him. How could think so little of himself still?

You wrapped your arms around him, burying your fingers in his soft hair while brushing up and down his back soothingly. “You are good, Saeyoung. If anyone deserves someone better it’s you”, you whispered gently. He quickly untangled himself from you, looking at you with such desperation in his eyes it ripped at your heart. “Please don’t leave me”, he begged you. “I don’t care about what went down here today. I know you are more than the mistakes you’ve made…as you taught me much the same. The problems of your past are your business. The problems of your future are my privilege.”

And he meant every last word. At first you thought about saying no, pushing him away and leaving like you knew you should have done, but you found yourself incapable of doing so. You loved this broken man before you and you’d finally found someone who loved you just as much in return despite seeing the cracks in the glass. How could you ever let go of someone like that? You nodded and kissed, sealing the deal amidst of the danger literally surrounding you. After that the two of you wordless got up, got rid of all the bodies and blood and by the time Saeran returned him, nothing had ever happened.


You’d never imagined that you’d ever be able to fully and completely separate your private life from your profession, but with Saeran by your side you’d finally found some sort of peace. Life wasn’t always perfect – it got messy and exhausting at times – but those were the things that made it interesting. Both of you were fundamentally damaged people, but within all the darkness and pain in your respective hearts you’d somehow fund a spot for the other person to call their own and an interesting relationship had blossomed as the result of that.

At first the two of you were desperately trying to avoid a relationship and each of you had a lot of rather valid reasons for doing so. Saeran was broken from the inside out and in no way fit to care for another person in the state he was in that didn’t even allow him to care for himself. You, on the other hand, couldn’t allow yourself any permanent ties to the mundane world thanks to the profession you called your own. You’d learned from the mistakes of your predecessor and had no desire to drag someone into the messes you made along the way. Let alone some dear to your heart…like Saeran.

Somehow the attraction you had for one another defeated all reason, however, and the two of you found yourself in a messy and yet strangely perfect relationship. You constantly gave each other shit and fights were a given and yet you made one another better. After a certain time things just clicked into place and you were truly and undeniably happy. So much so, you were convinced things would stay that way. You’d been sure that you’d keep on dragging his ass to therapy while he’d remind you to take some steps back and enjoy small things in life, like clouds in a clear, blue sky. You were wrong.

About two years into your relationship with Saeran your questionable background finally caught up to you. You’d expected it, but not quite as soon. You were on every wanted list from the National Intelligence Service to the Supreme Prosecutors’ Office of the Republic of Korea. You had a price on your head and you were unwilling to let Saeran pay it. Luckily this particular matter was not shared with the media, which meant that at least you didn’t have mugshots of you plastered on every wall in Korea. It gave you the chance of a clean sleight. Pack your stuff and disappear without a trace.

Everything had been perfectly planned on your part. Your things were either packed or destroyed, your traces were evaporated and you’d made it impossible for anyone to track or trace your moves. All that was left to do was take your stuff and leave. It would have been so easy, had you not underestimated your boyfriends involvement in the down world. You’d just swung your bag over your shoulder, ready to leave, when he stopped you in his tracks by leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and a disapproving expression on his face. “I cannot believe that you’d actually leave me like that. Harsh.”

“Saeran, listen, it’s not like that I can -”, he silenced you then by merely raising his hand. “Explain? You don’t need to. Codename: MC. Profession: Hitman and Whistleblower. Hit-Rate: 100%. Prices per hit start at 20.000$ as you work internationally and your job as a blower earns you about 500.000$ per case as you work in groups of maximum three blowers at the time to earn as much as possible”, he recited all your info like a poem he’d learned off by heart. Your shoulders sagged, bag falling to the floor as he grinned at you. “Did you really think I didn’t know?”

You honestly couldn’t believe that all this time he knew of your shady doings and said absolutely nothing. You closed the distance between the two of you and started punching at his chest, causing him to break out laughing. “You goddamn asshole! I was carrying the guilt of keeping it a secret every single day and you knew all along! I can’t believe you”, you half scolded, half laughed. He caught your hands eventually, holding them together and raising them to his lips to press a kiss to your skin. “Well, that is the price you pay for keeping it a secret in the first place.”

You probably should have been more concerned about the fact that your boyfriend wasn’t even mildly concerned with the fact that you were basically a murderer rather than the fact he’d teased you with having known all along, but frankly there wasn’t a single care in you. “I am also mad that I had to pay for all our dinners. I mean look at the fucking money you make. Don’t expect me to treat you to anything ever again”, he joked and however inappropriate it might have been to say such things, you burst out laughing. “Fair enough, I guess. Then again, I do work hard for that money.”

His lips curled into a wicked grin, eyes shining with something dark and mischievous. “If they caught you, you still have a lot to learn.” Just from the way he said it a hot shiver ran down your body and you moved closer, returning that very same grin. “And I presume that you’re going to teach me?” As you spoke your lips were almost touching, so close you could feel the proximity. Instead of replying Saeran merely pulled you closer, nails digging into your hips as he pushed you up against the wall. He claimed your lips with a kiss then, hard, passionate and bruising.

BBRae Week: Day 3

Firsts vs Telling the Team

They said I could do anything, so I combined both. :)

“Hey, Raven, when it comes to this bed, think I can stash my entire comic collection Undredal?”

The empath sighed wearily, putting down the catalogue she’d been holding into the shopping cart. “Really, Gar?”

The changeling grinned toothily, evidently proud of himself for such a clever play on the Swedish word. He was currently balancing on the front edge of the cart like a child while Raven helped push it forward. She responded with a nonplussed expression.

“Come on; that one was funny!” He whined, pouting at her.

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A Guide to Stash Yarn

Yarn in a stash can be split into generally four categories.

  1. Expendables:

    This is the yarn that you don’t necessarily want but can still prove itself useful. There’s the crappy acrylic that your friend gave to you because you knit, or are too frugal to pass up, the bad color combos that you can never pair with anything, usually also gifts or sales.
    It’s often kind of scratchy or acrylic back when acrylic yarn was a new thing and very stiff.

    Good for practice yarn, charity knitting, knitting on a budget

  2. Staple Stash:

    This yarn is probably what you actually want when you go to a craft store. It’s probably still washable and mostly acrylic but it’s soft and in nice colors. It’s the cereal part of your marshmallow cereal. But the call to knit it is often drowned out by the new shinies you got.
    You’ll knit it some day. But it’s usually pushed to the back in favor of

  3. Practically Finished Objects:

    Yarn that’s been paired up to a pattern and needles and are screaming KNIT ME NEXT PLEASEEEE OMG. But you can’t knit fast enough to keep up with it. These are usually pretty exciting, new and maybe recent stock from your LYS. Maybe a little nicer quality or maybe some of that old stash finally made its way up the queue.  

  4. Display Yarn:

    Display yarn is yarn from the stash deemed “too good” to ever knit. Maybe it’s exotic and you don’t know how you’ll ever find musk ox down again, maybe it was handspun that was really expensive and you don’t want to waste it on a bad project.
    Or maybe it’s sentimental, or was your first handspun yarn, and it seems like an FO all on it’s own.
    Or it literally looks better as yarn than it ever will as a scarf or sock.

    Either way maybe one day you’ll find a perfect project for it, but for now you’re happy just cuddling/admiring your precious gems.

anonymous asked:

UF, UT, US bros forgetting their anniversary with their SO and the SO is heartbroken because they had a really special night planned



He’s confused as to why you’ve been acting weird all day. You keep telling him that you want to go to this fancy new restaurant, but he barks at you to stop being spoiled and wait for a special occasion. Does he look like he’s made of money?  You start tearing up and run into your room, slamming your door. Oh fuck what did he do now? Maybe he shouldn’t have yelled at you. He knocks on your door to apologize for the yelling and when you don’t answer, he enters anyway, getting a shoe thrown at his head. You yell at him for being so goddam stupid and to leave you alone for the rest of the day. Red is getting angry at this point. Yeah, he might’ve been a bit harsh on you, but you’re completely overreacting about that. Then he realizes. Oh no. Oh fuck no. It’s the anniversary. He fucked up. He leaves you alone for the rest of the day like you requested, only sending you a text telling you how sorry he is. The next day, he treats you to the anniversary you should’ve had, but this time, he goes the extra mile by decorating the house with roses, bringing you to an even more expensive and nicer restaurant than the one you originally wanted to go to, and top it off with make up sex, doing anything you’d like. 


He’s probably too busy training to remember the anniversary. He spends all day with Undyne training while you set up the kitchen to be super nice and romantic, cooking a 5 course meal and decorating the house all by yourself. You even bought a really nice and expensive outfit just for this occasion and you’ve been planning this for WEEKS. Not only does he ignore your calls and texts all day in favor of training, he comes home at fucking 11 pm where you’ve already cried yourself to sleep. When he’s inside, he sees all the nice decorations and the meal still left outside, untouched. Fell’s heart just fucking breaks because oh god what has he done.  He knocks on your door, but when you don’t answer, he takes a peek inside, noticing you falling asleep with a box of tissues under your arms. He wakes you up frantically, telling you how sorry he is and how he’ll make it up to you somehow. You can either push him away if you’re still angry or accept his apology. Either way, he treats you to whatever you want, even if it’s a simple hug. 



Honestly, he’s mostly down for anything, so you’ll get to do your special plan, but he won’t realize what’s it for. Throughout the date, you seem to be waiting for him to do something, but he can’t figure out what it is. When you both get home, you just simply head straight to your room and slam the door, ignoring the skeleton’s confused expressions and constant knocking asking you what’s wrong. He could hear sniffling from inside, but isn’t sure if he should enter. You locked him out so you must want your privacy, so he gives that to you. He goes away and walks past a calendar and that’s when he has his “oh shit moment”. He urgently knocks on your door now, apologizing over and over again until you let him open. The moment he sees you, he latches onto you and doesn’t let go. He’s telling you how stupid he is and how much he loves you and how he’ll make this right. The following morning, he treats you to breakfast in bed, a nice massage, and a couples spa day. 


It’s actually really hard for him to forget important dates, but on occasion, he does. He forgets because he’s too busy building puzzles to notice you the entire day. It was only when he’s finished (at like 9 pm) he’ll remember. He’s screaming as soon as he realizes that he forgot and comes crying to you, apologizing and asking you how he can make it up. Even though you’re hurt that he forgot, it’s really hard to stay mad at the cutie. 



He forgets because planned an anime marathon with alphys and undyne that day. You had plans for your own anime night and he basically stabbed you with a knife when he said he was going to do that at his friends’ house. When he leaves, you’re sobbing on the ground, your self esteem hitting rock bottom basically. You don’t stay at the house, you spend the night somewhere else like with a family member or a friend. It’s only until the next morning when Sans returns home, ready to tell you about the latest anime he saw, realizing that you were gone. He suddenly remembers the anniversary and immediately calls your phone, but when yo don’t answer, he leaves a voicemail. He’s frantic because he thinks that maybe you just broke up with him, but you’re stuff is still there so he isn’t sure. He calls Papyrus, asking what he should do. You return home in the evening, and the moment you step through the front door, a crying Blueberry flies into your arms apologizing repeatedly and telling you how scared he was that you broke up with him. (I bet his tears is making you feel a bit guilty for being childish and ignoring his calls huh?) To make it up to you, he offers to be you personal slave for the whole week. 


It’s not like he “forgot” but the entire day, he’s basically out of it. He sleeps in until 2, goes outside for a smoke, napping, another smoke, then watches tv, but he’s really high from the weed. You try to get him to take you out somewhere like the movies or something, but he just says some dumb shit like “mooovie boobieess”. Thats when you realized that he’s incapable of doing anything tonight and you lock yourself in your room out of anger. When Stretch sobers up the next morning, he realizes that he missed the anniversary and knocks on your door, telling you how sorry he is and how he seriously messed up. When he receives no answer, he records himself throwing away all his packs and his stash in the trash can and burns them, sending it to you. When you see the video, you let him in and he wraps his long arms around you. He’ll make it to you by wearing a super cute and short maid outfit and allowing you to take pictures. 


Requested by anon.

Actual Request: “Can you do, where the reader is the youngest Mikaelson and she’s seems so nice and sweet (and she is) (basically likes pink and dresses) but people are more afraid of her than Klaus?”

gif credit: not mine.

“Yes, yes, yes…” you tell your victim. He’s a ripper in New Orleans and wants to taste your blood stash - tourists. “Of course I can understand your thirst for blood. But the thing I cannot understand and tolerate is… your thirst for what is mine.”

The Ripper tries to make a sound but since you compelled him not to do so, he just looks like drowning in his blood.

“What was that, again? The dress? Yeah, I know. It’s Chanel. I really like this candy-pink, if you ask me. Anyways, let’s get in this horrific business, shall we? Elijah and Klaus will be mad if I can’t make it to the dinner. Not that they’re gonna dagger me or anything but… Red doesn’t look pretty on my dress.”

You rip your victim’s heart out and leave him in the basement.

The dinner at your house is wonderful as always. But tonight’s guests aren’t that bright. Lucien and Aurora.

“Freya, can you please remind me why don’t we kill that bitch for what she’s done to Cami, again?”

Freya smiles and gives you a glass of wine.

“Because Klaus wants to skin her.”

“Oh, right. But tell me, my dearest Aurora, how is your brother? Is he enjoying the bottom of the ocean?”

Aurora tries to throw a knife on you but you catch it immediately.

“No.” you say calmly. “Do it again and I won’t wait for Klaus. You remember me, Aurora, right? You can remember how much I love to make a scene, right? I’m not Klaus, I’m not gonna make you nervous by keep you waiting and I’m not Elijah who can kill you in a blink of an eye. No, sweetheart, us girls we spend time together in my chambers and you’ll suffer for what you’ve done. Come on, please, throw this fork on me.”

Aurora stays silent and Lucien chuckles.

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Super Mario Brothers: Mario [ESFP]


Extroverted Sensing (Se): What does Mario do when he learns or sees the Princess has been kidnapped by Bowser? Immediately leaps into action to rescue her, of course. No questions asked. Mario can adapt to a limitless number of harsh worlds and environments, even making the best of them. Desert? Snow? Jungle? Water? Sky? All good for him, he knows what to do. His jumping abilities are also unparalleled. He will use his natural skills as well as anything in his environment to his advantage.

Introverted Feeling (Fi): He is very kind hearted and humble. Simply rescuing the Princess because that’s what his conscience tells him to do and therefore no thanks or recognition are necessary. A simple kiss on the cheeks will suffice. Mario has a very cheerful facade no matter what he faces. 

Extroverted Thinking (Te): He uses simple and objective logic to advance himself in his adventures. Stomp that turtle and it goes hiding into its shell, then you can use that shell as a weapon against other foes. Some suits give an advantage in designated worlds and climates. This pipe can lead to a coin stash which can be collected for an extra life. And of course, if there is a way to bypass certain worlds or stages (Warp zones) why not use them?

Introverted Intuition (Ni): Mario has spent literally over 30 years rescuing the Princess from Bowser while never finding a way to put a stop to this madness. He does however understand that he may need allies and special power ups to progress in his adventures. 

anonymous asked:

You prefer chocolate, fruit or caramel candy? Or a bit of all? °w°

Again, not really fond of chocolate, but the fruit candy sounds rather nice. I’ve been a fan of the hard fruit candies from Haru’s birthplace. 

Caramel? Haven’t tried that yet.

anonymous asked:

Preston how are you doing today? I hope you got all the sweets you wanted today (even if they may or not be from Quincy's secret stash). Also how are your world domination plans going?

Hey, what’s up? I’m feeling kinda bleh because I have a bad stomach ache. I’ve been eating a lot of left over birthday cake and ice cream from Sydney’s birthday party. We usually never have this much junk food in the house, so I’ve lost any self control. But, eating all of the chocolate ice cream, so Quincy wouldn’t have any, was totally worth it.

Plans for the Preston World Order are still ongoing. Realistically, I have to do a few things like get my driver’s permit and then a license first before I can fully put them into action. Until then, I will keep modifying my journal and diagrams and training Chanel to be commander of the Dog Army.