take the job seriously and yourself not at all

Idk why but I love the idea of Minkowski and Eiffel living together after wolf , scraping together some domestic life because they want to find something normal while being far from it, being too dependent on each other to stray far.
• in a kind of grubby house in the middle of an unknown town that’s being forgotten and fading long before they get there, built on the bones of long withered gods and working class oppression - there’s a good corner shop that sells obscure flavours of coke and the autumn leaves have their own shade of auburn. Everyone knows their faces, but nobody knows their story. Some people assume they’re married. Or siblings? The fortune of a small town means you can hide inside yourself, nobody owes them anything
• Eiffel frequently googling ‘how many cups of Minkowski’s detox tea will it take to cure my PTSD?’ with varying levels of seriousness
• he sleeps on the sofa and she sleeps on the floor of her bedroom with a pillow and blanket
• *eiffel, with a mouthful of froot loop cereal* 'I like guys.’
*minkowski hands him the electric bill* 'how many times do we have to have this conversation? “Getting a job” isn’t homophobic. Get a job.’
'Well, actually, if we start looking into like, how the workplace hiring process is entrenched in prejudice-’
'Eiffel.’
• Eiffel making Minkowski watch all his favourite pop culture movies, he falls asleep but she ends up absorbing them all and can recite the whole first alien movie word for word by breakfast the next day
• not answering any post because they don’t want people to know where they are, just burning it in the fire place with lumps in their throats and the feeling of being watched prickling up their neck
• Minkowski on the front porch, transfixed by the stars in summer time, tears streaming down her face
• 'i feel like we’re hiding’ / 'we’re dead. It’s different.’

S A V I O R (B. Barnes x Reader)

Word count: 2688

Warnings: Kissing, some Russian and this is shit, but whatever.


Longing, Rusted, Seventeen, Daybreak, Furnace, Nine, Benign, Homecoming, One, Freight car
Тоска, проржавевший, семнадцать, Рассвет, печи, девять, доброкачественная, встреча выпускников/корпоративы, один, грузовых автомобилей

My hands sting and I can already feel the bruises beginning to form.
I sit to catch my breath, in the deafening silence I hear a drop of my blood hit the scuffed wooden floor.

Looking back, not wrapping my hands was a bad idea.

I get onto my feet and hook another bag up. This time, being careful to wash and wrap my hands.
Letting out years of pent up anger felt good after a long day of dealing with idiotic people.

“You should probably take care of that first.” Steve comments just as I knock the bag off its chain, accidentally spilling sand across the floor.
“If it isn’t the star-spangled man with a plan, why are you here? What do you want?”
“I don’t want anything -” he says obviously finding humour in his joke. My patience is running thin and I shoot him a glare.
He clears his throat, regaining his composure. “Fury wanted to see you.”
“Fury? Nick Fury, the one that relieved me of my title as field agent?-” Steve tries to cut me off
“-All because yours truly made one little mistake-”
“You almost got us killed.” He cuts in
“But I didn’t! I came in and saved your ass, again!”
“You wouldn’t have had to save us if you stuck to the orders!”
“It was my brother! What would you have done! I fixed my mistake, but Fury didn’t give me my second chance, why should I give him his?”
“Y/N I-” he sighs “I need your help.”
I shoot him a questioning look. “My silence is your cue.”
“Do you remember Bucky?”
“Bucky. Barnes?…The Winter Soldier? Yeah, why?”
“S.H.E.I.L.D wants to recruit him”
“Why? He tried to kill us. You were his mission-”
“I was his friend.”
“Steve, Bucky was your friend, the Winter Soldier, he’s your enemy. You can’t save him. He’s long gone. And he tried to kill us.”
“He remembers.” Steve argues “H-he’s still the Bucky I used to know, deep down.” He clears his throat again.
“Fury said that if you brought him back successfully-and alive- he’ll give you your job back.”
“Fine, but I’m doing this for me, and only me, not for you or your issues with your broken boyfriend.” Steve barely contained his excitement as we walk to the jet waiting outside. After a short flight to Stark tower and many questioning glances, we’re sat around a table discussing the terms of the mission.

“There are tracking devices in all the weapons in case you decide to go rogue.”
“Stark, I take my job very seriously.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, it’s just a precaution.”
I glance over the weapons layed out in front on me and pick a few, stuffing them in my duffle bag. I pause when I see an unfamiliar weapon. “Hey, Stark, what’s this?”
“Turn it away from you, press the green button, it vaporizes whatever its aimed at.” He demonstrated on a vase sitting on the table and it turned to a pile of ash.
“Woah. That’s awesome!”
“Thank you.”
“Tony, if only you were as big as your ego, maybe you’d be able to reach the top shelf.” Although he was a few inches taller than me I still liked to tease him about his height compared to the others.

I sat back down looking over the Winter Soldier’s case file once again, taking in all the details, adding them to what I already know. In his military picture he looks young, determined, sweet, definitely handsome, probably a ladies man with his hair neatly cut and gelled.
In the other two he looked different. There’s one of him in cryo. Even in his frozen state you can still make out the crease in his brow, he looks like he’s… in pain. The one of him in action, a majority of his face is covered by a black mask, his hair long and messy. His metal arm stood out against his black uniform. The vibranium caught the sun and made the red star stand out even more. The way I recognized him best, as the Winter Soldier.

“Y/N!”
“What?” I say snapping out of my stupor

“You spaced out, it’s time for us to leave, you’re headed to Shelbyville, Indiana, that’s where the target was seen last.”

“He’s not a target.” Steve yelled from down the hall, slamming the door.

“Actually, Sam? Wilson, right? Alright bird-boy. I say we head to Washington. I was thinking metal-man grew up in Indiana, maybe he went looking for answers he couldn’t find. If you’re a fossil who doesn’t know how to properly use a computer, where would you go to search for the past?”

“The Smithsonian.” Bruce chimed in when we walked past him lab. I shot him a smile, seeing as he was the only one who sided with me when I almost got them killed, he’s one of my favorites. Him and Natasha that is. Agent Romanoff was always one of my favourites.
“Exactly, there’s a big plaque dedicated to Barnes there. I say we check it out. I don’t think Barnes would stay in one place too long, he knows he’s wanted.”
“You really think he’s there?”
“Wilson, I’m a spy, its my job to know where people are.” I send over my shoulder on my way into the quinjet. I’m met with a light chuckle from Mr. Patriotism himself. “What’re you laughing at?”
“You know, you’re quite funny, agent Y/L/N.” I’m slightly startled by the title, not being used to it anymore. Does he just have that much faith that I’ll succeed? Although, I’ve only failed one or two missions. “Alright Rogers, we’ve got three hours on the jet, try to behave.”

Three hours later I’m dropped off at one of Stark’s safe houses a few blocks from the Smithsonian.
“Call when you’ve got him, we’ll send a jet. And Y/N, please, don’t hurt him unless you absolutely need to.” A quick nod and a small smile from the Captain is my parting, from here I’m on my own. I head into the small rundown house, it’s bigger on the inside, cleaner and brighter too. There’s a bed to one side and a bathroom on the other.

“There’s no place like home.”

I drop my duffle and slip a gun into the waistband of my pants. I also grab a knife and slip it into the holster in my jacket, you can’t be too careful.

I decide to take the small ‘getaway’ car in the garage. Its not as great as Steve’s bug though.

The first few days go by with no sign of the infamous soldier. I’m caught off guard to finally see the one and only sporting a baseball cap, jeans and a sweatshirt. He has gloves on too, it seems. Its not too cold, it’s only late October, he’s most likely trying to hide the metal that could set civilians into a panic and most certainly give him away. He’s standing near the plaque dedicated to the one James Barnes of the 107th.

I stand and observe him for a little while. He reads the words over and over again. Its a good ten minutes before I finally walk over, careful not to startle him. I stand next to him and read the plaque for myself.
“Bucky seems like he was a great person, definitely someone you’d want to befriend.” He seems caught off guard by my words and he takes a second to comprehend my sentence.
“Yeah I bet he was a great person.” He says. “Was.” He says. I don’t comment on it because I know I wasn’t supposed to hear it. After another few minutes of silence I start again.

“You know, Steve really misses you.” His head shoots up and his eyes are dark and guarded. He recognized the name.

“He remembers.” Steve’s words play over in my head.

“Who sent you?” He questions obviously ready for a fight.
“S.H.E.I.L.D.” the look on his face tells me he doesn’t believe me.
“They want to recruit you.” No response.
“Bucky-” recognition crosses his features, but is gone almost immediately and his eyes soften, barely. He looked like he was thinking hard, remembering.
“-Steve wants you back, he wants you to remember and I can help.” I show him my S.H.E.I.L.D badge for proof
“Okay.”
“Let’s go because that guard hasn’t stopped watching you since you came in.” We head towards the street making our way to my car.
A tall man blocks our way. I pull out a gun and shoot. I clip his shoulder and he gets my leg, I collapse, but shoot again, this time its a head shot. The car’s gone and I can’t walk.
“How’d you get those through security?”
“Same way you got your arm through. Can you carry me, I can’t walk.” He picks me up as if I weighed nothing while I made a makeshift tourniquet.
I call Steve and then Romanoff and Banner, but none of them answer. He sets me down in a chair when we reach the safe house.
“Well, Earth’s mightiest heroes aren’t answering, I guess we’ll spend the night here. I’ll take first watch. You rest.” He hesitates, obviously not trusting me.
“If Steve trusts me, you can too. I promise.” He gets up and heads towards the bathroom. I hear the water start to run. I decide to make something light to eat for us, assuming he hasn’t had much lately. I hear the door click open.
“Hey, I made us dinner-” he standing in the doorway with only a towel wrapped around his waist. “I uhm, left my clothes.”
I hand him his clothes and try to keep my gaze from wandering. The door clicks shut again and I let out a breath I hadn’t known I was holding in. I sit on the bed and begin eating my sandwich. Bucky comes out, fully clothed with his hair neatly combed. I hand him his plate.
“You know, if there’s anything you want to know about yourself, I could try to answer, the basics at least. You’ll have to ask Rogers on the rest.”
“You know, that wasn’t me. None of it was me, I killed… So many people b-but, it wasn’t me.”
“I know Bucky.” I say taking his plate as he lays down.

He tosses and turns for hours. And when his breathing finally evens out I’m relieved to know he’s at least resting. I know what torture can do to a person. He sleeps for about an hour before he wakes up, immediately on guard. He wraps his metal hand around my throat
“Кто тебя послал?” Who sent you?
I’ve never been caught like this before, I could get out easily, but that would only make him more nervous,
“Bucky.” I choke out. “Its me, no one sent me.” His eyes soften and he drops me.
“I’m so sorry.” He says softly, glancing at the forming bruises.
“Its okay, I have them too, you know.” He looks surprised,
“You do?”
“Mm.” He looks at me for another second before going and sitting on the bed. He mutters quietly in Russian, but I can’t make out the words. I sidestep my bag and go to the sink.
“Drink.” I say handing him the glass. “What were you just mumbling?”
“Пытки равна прочности.”
“Torture equals strength.” We say together.
“ It was written on every surface back at Hydra.” I sit on the bed next to him, a bit closer than necessary.
“Все это будет нормально.” It’ll all be okay
He looks up at me and for the first time I see the ghost of a smile grace his features.
My phone rings interrupting our conversation.
“I’m sorry, we had a mission, I’ll come out to pick you up now.”

Thanks Clint, see you soon.“

"Katniss will be here soon, just throw your stuff in my duffle, I got it.” He does as he’s told, obviously confused, and goes back to his spot on the bed. It kind of set me off that he was trusting me. I knew well enough that it was an act. That he would try something. It was almost too easy.

×××

Bucky became my new partner on all my missions and he’s remembering more and more.
With the help of Steve of course.
Its been about 2 years. I’ll fill you in on the details.

I was right, when Clint came, Bucky tried to escape. To kill us. He didn’t succeed. He was locked up for a while, with only minimal visits from me or from Steve. Steve helped him to remember, I was like a therapist. Maybe it was because I didn’t remind him, maybe because I was, in a sense, a stranger, but nevertheless, we grew closer. Eventually, I got Fury to agree to let Barnes roam, with me as an escort. Once he was stable enough, he began training, which, in my opinion, he didn’t need. And then he was recruited.

“Hey, Buck, we gotta go, we’re on our way to Vegas, remember?”
Finally, a mission in a nice place. We drop down and check into a nice hotel, that’s a new one. There’s a Hydra base under one of the abandoned casinos in town and its our job to take it down.

×××

“Hey Buck, we’re in Vegas, we should do something fun.”
I say as we walk away from the burning building, cliché am I right?

“Why don’t we go back to the hotel and order room service? Watch a few movies, I’m still not caught up with the 21st century.” I laugh and nod my head in agreement.
I collapse on the bed and bury my face in the pillow.
“Are you tired, Мой ангел?”
I feel a rush of warmth at the name. Did he just call me his angel?
“No, just getting comfy.” I reply, my voice muffled my the pillow.
“I can make you comfy.” He says climbing in beside me and pulling me to him. He trails kisses up my neck to my jaw. I turn over to face him and give him a puzzled look. I’m not denying my feelings, everyone knew they were there, we’ve just never… confronted it, or even talked about it. And he’s never this carefree.

He smiles and captures my lips with his, a soft, yet hungry kiss, like he’d been waiting to do it. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he instinctively put his hands on either side of my head to hold himself up. I tuck my hand up under his shirt and he pulls away only long enough my me to slip his shirt off and throw it across the room. I trace the skin where the metal meets, its still red, but not as bad as when I caught him watching his own reflection. As if he were a monster, a few weeks after I brought him to S.H.E.I.L.D. he slipped my shirt up over my head and trailed kisses down my neck, to my chest and onto my stomach, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He brings his mouth back up to mine and his tongue skims my bottom lip. The moment ends when my phone rings insanely loudly. Bucky curses under his breath.
“What?” I snap at the person on the other line.
“Did I interrupt?” Comes the snarky voice of Tony on the other end.
“Why are you calling, Stark?”
“I sent Natasha to come get you guys, she’ll be there in a few hours.”
I end the call without a goodbye and look to the soldier piercing me with his blue eyes.
“I’m sorry.” He just chuckles and places a light kiss to my forehead.
“We’d better get dressed.” He muses a playful smirk on his face.
“To be continued, Кукла.”

Doll.

Persona 5 Headcanon: Studying w/ The Phantom Thieves

Originally posted by kutout

A lack of P5 imagines here… And so, to begin finals week, I’m gonna take advantage of it. :P :3 I got you fam. [I haven’t finished playing through the game, so some characters might be shorter than others… I literally only just finished changing Madarame’s heart]

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{Reaction} Gang EXO falling in love with their bosses daughter while they were supposed to guard them.

Note: So, admittedly I did struggle with this one a little so I hope it’s alright. Please enjoy anon and anyone else reading! ~Mami

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/images used.

Main Masterlist - EXO Masterlist

Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by daenso

When Chanyeol finds out he has the opportunity to protect you, he jumps at the chance. Not just because he likes protecting people, but also because he knows how beautiful and amazing you are since the boss talks about you a lot. When Chanyeol met you for the first time, his feelings were nothing more than a small crush, but as time went on, his feelings progressed and he found himself falling in love. A part of him would be really happy about it, since there isn’t a lot in his life that keeps him happy anymore, but he would also be upset, knowing how minimal the chance is that the relationship would work in such a rough business.

Chanyeol: “{y/n} if you accept my love, then I’ll stop all of this. I’ll give up the gang and we can live a normal life. We can get married and buy a house with a garden and a dog. We can think about having children and taxes. I promise that if you accept me, I’ll do everything I can to turn this all around.”


Do Kyungsoo/ D.O.

Originally posted by kyungception

Kyungsoo didn’t have a say when he was told you needed to be guarded, and frankly, he wasn’t happy about it at first. At the start, he wouldn’t talk to you much. He’d make sure you were safe and nothing more, he didn’t want to get involved with you more than he needed to. But as time moved on, that became increasingly difficult, especially since you were so sweet. It started off that you offered to talk to him about his problems, and for a long time he wouldn’t. But when you got him to open up and trust you, he did. That’s when he started falling in love, and that was the point of no return.

Kyungsoo: “Would you ever date someone from a gang?”

{y/n}: “Maybe, why do you ask?”

Kyungsoo: “I was just wondering…”


Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Baekhyun doesn’t have the ‘ladies man’ image for no reason. When he’s told he’s guarding you, he sees this as a perfect opportunity to woo you {he doesn’t care if you’re the boss’s daughter, if he sees something he wants, he isn’t going to hold back.} For a long time, his attitude was simple flirting and persuading you into one night stands {but since it’s him, he didn’t have to persuade you too hard.} He started to realise he was in love quite early on, which to him was rather scary, but he wasn’t going to let it fuck everything up. He’s still a member of a gang, and no woman was going to change that. Therefore, he intended to hide behind his feelings for as long as he could get away with.

{y/n}: “If this is just a one night stand, why are you still here?”

Baekhyun: “I’m supposed to be protecting you, remember?”

{y/n}: “Not on Sundays, my Dad is home.”

Baekhyun: “It’s Sunday already? Wow… I had no idea.” *Terrible liar*


Oh Sehun

Originally posted by exoturnback

Sehun would have a hard time when he first starts guarding you since you didn’t want to be guarded. You’d argue with him and pick fights when he told you that you couldn’t go on ‘missions’ with him. But even though you drove him crazy, he still managed to fall for you. But that only complicated things. When he fell for you, he found himself caving into your pleads to going out with him to illegal spots and doing dirty work.

Sehun: “You can’t come on this one {y/n}, it’s dangerous.”

{y/n}: “More dangerous than robbing a bank with arms?”

Sehun: “… Not the point, if your Dad finds me I’m dead.”


Zhang Yixing/ Lay

Originally posted by jonginssoo

Lay won’t take any messing around from you. If you try and get out, he isn’t going to take it lightly, or if you try and deceive him, he isn’t going to let you off for it unpunished. At first, the relationship wasn’t much, he was the guard, and you didn’t dare try and get past him. But as the relationship progressed, you became more daring, knowing where Yixing’s boundaries where and which buttons you could push. He started falling for you, but he’s a realistic man, and knows that a relationship with the boss’s daughter is more than forbidden.

{y/n}: “I’ll go right now and tell him how I feel about you-”

Yixing: *Grabs your wrists and pushes you up against a wall* “Not if I make sure you can’t walk to go and tell him”


Kim Jongdae/ Chen

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

Jongdae knows the business of the job is rough, and feels sorry for you that you didn’t have a choice but to be in it. When he’s asked to guard you, he does, mainly because he knows how dangerous the business can be, and he doesn’t was you getting hurt on his conscience. He spends most of his time talking to you while guarding you. Luckily for him, no one really tries to come and find you, so his job is pretty easy. He realises he’s fallen in love when his job is slowly ticking towards it’s end, and he knows that if he doesn’t confess now then he’ll probably never have the chance again.

Jongdae: “I know you’re my boss’s daughter, but I really like you {y/n} and I want to be able to protect you forever…”


Kim Minseok/ Xiumin

Originally posted by minseokked

Like Yixing, Minseok won’t take any messing around. But unlike Yixing, he doesn’t let his feelings change how he works around you. When he starts falling in love, he doesn’t become any more lenient, and certainly doesn’t let it change how he does his job. He’s not going to let you sneak out behind your Dad’s back just because he’s in love with you. He can be a sweetheart, taking care of you, but he can also be very intimidating. When he finds out you feel the same way that he feels for you, he doesn’t know what to do with the information. And even though he plans on making some kind of confession, he makes sure that his guarding job is done beforehand, knowing he can’t let his personal feelings interfere with his work.

{y/n}: “But I want to go and see that guy! He was so hot and-”

Minseok: “If you wanted to see a hot guy {y/n}, all you had to do was ask.” *Raises up his shirt slightly to give you a sneak peak of the toned muscles that lay underneath*


Huang Zitao/ Tao

Originally posted by lil-duckling

Even though Tao is undoubtedly the strongest member due to his martial arts, that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to be a complete ass when it comes to protecting you. He would see guarding you as babysitting, and would probably be very careless at first. That is until you go missing and he freaks out because he knows your Dad will kill him if he finds out. Though Tao doesn’t take long tracking you down, he beats up the people that took you and takes his job more seriously after that. During his time of protecting you, he teaches you some self defense and some basic martial arts so that you can protect yourself. This is when he realises he’s really fallen in love.

Tao: “No, your arm needs to be like this.” *Comes up behind you and holds your hand to put it in the right place. Smiles when he feels his cheeks blush like he’s a teenager all over again.*


Kim Junmyeon/ Suho

Originally posted by baekintime

Even though Junmyeon is very kind, he is also very demanding, and won’t let you do anything that he sees as unsafe. He knows how to handle himself and won’t ‘take messing from a little girl.’ When he starts to fall in love, that’s where his starts to go downhill. He doesn’t know what to say, so he simply continues to try and work, but it’s not the same with the added emotions. He’s still a hard ass, and refuses to let you do anything bad, but he is more lenient and will take you out to certain places as long as they’re safe enough to do so.

{y/n}: “Please? The coffee shop is literally over there, please?”

Junmyeon: “Ugh fine, but this is your only treat.”

{y/n}: “Remember when you said that last night?

Junmyeon: “… Shut up, we don’t talk about that. Especially when your Dad could be around the corner.”


Lu Han

Originally posted by moncide

Luhan accepted the job to guard you, and certainly didn’t regret it. Since he’s so used to the guns and violence, he isn’t easily intimidated, if anything, he’s more intimidating than some of the other members. He’d spend half of his life walking around with a knife in his boot, and can be strict with you when he needs to be. He only lets you out when he’s with you, and does not appreciate other men looking at you. {He will beat up those shits if he notices them looking or make a comment about your hotness.} He realises he’s in love one night while you’re sleeping {he doesn’t sleep much, he doesn’t trust himself to since he can’t ensure your safety}. He was watching your face, how soft and beautiful it was and how peaceful you looked when you slept and that’s when he realised his true feelings

Luhan: *Watches you, realising he’s in love* “Well shit… that’s fucked up.”


Kim Jongin/ Kai

Originally posted by kaibility

Jongin was told to guard you after an incident where you had been captured, so when he finally started his job, he realised how screwed up you really were after the bad experience. He knew how scared you must be, and took that into consideration while guarding you. Unlike the other members, Jongin is a lot more caring, and will treat you more as a person than his ‘job.’ He makes you feel safe in any way possible, even if it means cuddling with you in the bed {though he isn’t exactly complaining about that one.} He doesn’t really remember when he realised he loved you, it just always seemed to be there, and that’s when he silently vowed to himself that he would never let you get hurt.

Jongin: “You’re a precious little petal, aren’t you {y/n}” *Patching you up after you fell over running away from another gang with him.*


Wu Yifan/ Kris

Originally posted by ohyaahkkaebsong

Kris was assigned the job of guarding you after he saved you from a very dangerous gang. The boss had been so impressed that he had given your well being into Kris’s hands and Kris really didn’t know how to feel about that. Half of him was happy, he wasn’t about to complain about having a beautiful girl all to himself, though another part of him was annoyed, he didn’t want to become your ‘babysitter’ as he put it. At first, he didn’t show you much emotion, but when he found out you’d fallen for him, he couldn’t help but fall for you. He realised he was in love with you while watching you do ordinary jobs in the small apartment you were both staying in together as a hide out.

Kris: “She’s so talented”

{y/n}: “Did you say something?”

Kris: “Table! I said table, you’re a table!” *Bad when it comes to complimenting/confessing*

Life lessons written by a 90 year old

1) Your job won’t take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and family will.

2) If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn’t be in it. 

3) Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don’t save it for a special occasion. Today is special.

4) Frame every so-called disaster with these words, ‘In five years, will this matter?’

5) Don’t take yourself so seriously. No one else does.

6) All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.

7) Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.

8) If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else’s, we’d
grab ours back.

9) No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.

10) The best is yet to come…

to anyone who’s anxious about what’s going to be said in cons (specifically about all things related to bellarke):

please remember to not take any of it that seriously and please don’t attack the actors for their answers. both eliza and bob have a job to do and that is read the scripts and make them come to life - regardless of their personal opinions on bellarke, they don’t actually have control over what happens to them and no matter how well they understand and connect to their character, they can’t explicitly say ‘yes they are clearly in love with each other’ because that may go against what is being planned by the writers. they may say ‘clarke/bellamy was thinking this when they did that’ but they are actually extremely limited to what the scripts say. they can’t say stuff just because it feels right to them. remember, they most likely DON’T KNOW or can’t talk about it because they’re not allowed to.

please remember that the actors of this show may sympathize with certain ships but it is not their job to ship anyone. they have in fact said many times that they do not care about ships. again, their job is simply to make the scripts come to life. if eliza and bob don’t particularly care about bellarke, that does not mean bellarke won’t happen and it doesn’t have to affect the way you feel about this ship. remember, you’re here on tumblr every single day, constantly seeing bellarke and talking about bellarke, having fun with it, making headcanons, analyzing the episodes, but for the actors bellarke is just a job. a role to play. AND THAT IS OKAY. it doesn’t make bellarke less real or valid or important.

at the end of the day, what really matters is what happens on screen. what the actors (who, again, have no control over the way the story plays out) think and say only means so much. they are lovely people who are just doing their job and they don’t deserve to get shit just because they’re not giving you the answers you want. respect eliza and bob!! be nice to them and to yourself. don’t let these cons affect you that badly.

tiny-space-child  asked:

I'm so sorry I just scrolled through the entire SDM AU tag and I live for this AU now PLEASE TELL ME MORE

i have been meaning to answer this for MONTHS (literal months, xkit says you sent this 15 november…..oops)

im cold rn, so here are some temperature related things

  • the heater literally never turns off. 30 celsius outside with 100% humidity? oh well, the heat’s still on! heat stroke on the job????? who cares/???? fuck you and fuck your comrfort,
  • now for most of them it’s not so bad because they have t-shirt uniforms, and the front tills are nearer the freezers, but lance literally has to  wear this heavy black blazer and is furthest from the freezers and there are also the really warm lights on all the displays
  • and you can bet your ass he bitches about it at any given opportunity.
    • coran over the phone: hullo lance, i got an order in for ya, want me to bring it out? :-{D
    • lance, sprawling across the counter dramatically: is it an order of ice cubes that i can put in my shirt because if not then NO i dont want your DUMB ORDER
    • coran: lance please it’s an important order.
    • lance: o.
    • coran: im bringing it. 
    • lance: …….if you must
      • can you tell how salty i am about this situation which i deal with on a Daily Basis
  • everyone and their grandmother have complained to shiro about the furnace in the summertime
    • “IM MELTING MY MAKEUP IS JUST FUCKING OOZING OFF MY FACE”
    • “invest in a better setting spray.”
    • “RUDE”
    • pidge, standing flush against the freezers: “turn the heat down or i’ll kill myself”
    • shiro, sighing: “i can’t, it’s head office. you know this. and you say that for any minor inconvenience, i can’t take you seriously. you said you’d kill yourself if you ever have to count money again, which is your job. in case you forgot”
    • “i’m jumping off the roof tell matt i love him and that i stole the last of his animal crackers”
  • the only place the temperature is normal is in allura’s office. only she, coran, and shiro are allowed in there. they’re all super smug.
    • pidge is ready to fight all three of them at once
    • keith steals shiro’s snacks at home as payback
    • lance and hunk purposely be super annoying over the intercom. “TAKASHI call extension 2-5-BETRAYAL!”
      • they’re all children
  • in the wintertime when it’s like negative goddamn forty, hunk will literally go outside to get the carts or put out the garbage with like, a hoodie on, if that. no one understands how he does it. 
  • lance tells everyone that hunk is a superhero. hunk does not argue and nods solemnly
  • keith, who hates the cold but somehow manages to always be cold, is very jealous bc like, there he is wearing a long sleeved shirt underneath his uniform with a cashier sweater overtop…and he’s still cold.
    • hunk notices this one day. he sees keith standing at his cash huddling close to the machine for warmth and immediately his heart melts and he walks over to keith and just opens his arms
    • and keith stares at him like “what”
    • and hunk is like “come on man HIT ME with those GOOD HUGS” and just swoops keith into a huge warm tight hug and keith is shook, but also hunk is very warm and cuddly so he just accepts it
    • this is a common occurrence
    • lance is jealous
    • “hunk, my man… STOP stealing my boyfriend.”
    • “it’s not my fault he likes me more than you.”
    • “that’s– ridiculous! no he doesn’t!”
    • “yeah actually i like hunk better”
    • “i cant believe this”

i’m wishing a-spec people mental and physical health over the next few months. i know allergy season is upon us and a lot of us are getting ready for graduation or summer jobs so remember these few basic things to help you get through the stress:

- stay safe
- take care of yourself
- practice self-love
- eat your veggies and drink your water
- and for the love of all that is holy please get some sleep

Graduated- Chris Kreider

Originally posted by siriuslyilluminaeted

(What is with his face? Like does he make normal faces EVER?)

You know… I almost became a nurse. But then I realized that wasn’t what I wanted to do so now here I am, still not sure what I want to do in my life! Anyway… enjoy guys!

Warning: None!

Anon Request: You’re writing is incredible! The Kreider one melted me. I was wondering if you could do a one with Kreider where you’re about to be graduating nursing school and you don’t know where to apply for jobs. Chris wants you in New York, but you think you might want to stay in your home state? You can totally end it however you’d like! Thank you so much!!!

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              In reality Philadelphia wasn’t THAT far from New York. It was only like 2 hours with traffic.

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waj13  asked:

Hi, just wanted to know your thoughts on Mabel and the Rift? Hope your having a great day/night and hopefully im not bothering you to much with this.

You’re not bothering me at all with this! Because: the Rift, as a storyteller that’s one of my absolute favorite examples of the way the supernatural conflict in Gravity Falls is the conflict of reality writ large. Via Alex Hirsch:

The concept behind [Weirdmageddon] has to do with finding an external way to visualize what our characters are feeling. … Dipper and Mabel both find themselves confronted with having to take seriously and think about what happens next. What happens after their summer? And broader than that, what happens in their future. … So when you find yourself at the precipice of a new stage in life, whether it’s a graduation or the end of a relationship or a job, it can feel like the end of the world. And Gravity Falls is all about taking our characters’ feelings and exploring them in a big, visual way through the use of magic and mystery. So this idea that those tensions would erupt in an apocalyptic scenario is something that’s been the plan from Day 1.

If you go and look up the word “rift” in the dictionary you’ll find two primary definitions. One is literal: a break, a split, a fissure in something solid. The other is metaphorical: it refers to a break in a relationship or to a divergence of interests that could lead to such a break. Toward the end of season 2 of Gravity Falls, two significant events cap two back-to-back episodes: 

1) Mabel and Dipper find out about Stan’s troubled relationship with his brother, which at one time seemed as solid as their own. Mabel draws the parallel and realizes that any relationship can fail—even the security she feels with her own beloved twin is no longer a guarantee. She tries to make Dipper promise that she and him will never be “stupid,” but his answer doesn’t reassure her. 

2) Ford shows Dipper a small yet potentially deadly “rift” in the fabric of the universe—a side effect of the portal—which he has temporarily housed in a snowglobe-like containment unit until he can find a more permanent means of patching it up. He warns Dipper not to tell anyone about the rift, not even his sister. 

The real-world conflict and its supernatural manifestation are so tightly intertwined here that the reality/fantasy parallel which has upheld the story up to this point almost ceases to be a parallel. It becomes a conflation. Mabel fears that a rift will come between her and Dipper and a rift indeed comes between them; the held secret of a potential doomsday scenario, a breach in the trust which was established in the very first episode as the secret to their success. In something of a throwback to that pilot (in which Dipper pursues arcane knowledge and Mabel pursues boys, until the normal and the paranormal collide and call for their combined powers), Mabel is associated with the real-world conflict, while Dipper, thrust by Ford into the supernatural elite, is alone in his awareness of a literal apocalypse. It’s a neat parallel to the divide between their grouchy predecessors: Stan was, and is, blind to the danger of the portal because he sees only the reality of his estrangement from his brother, while Ford misses the importance of the sibling relationship because he’s so intent on preventing the end of the world. In both situations, each twin faces an apocalypse, and each twin sees his (or her) apocalypse and not the other one. The solution lies in treating the disasters as one—because they are one.

Bill requires a rift.

He needed the initial division between the Stan twins to get his foot in the door. When dealing with Mabel and Dipper, his method is to turn them against each other: “Besides, what’s your sister done for you, lately? How many times have you sacrificed for her, huh? And when has she ever returned the favor?”

And again, “Hmm, you didn’t seem to have a problem taking it for your own play, ditching him when he needed you. So come to your senses. Give me the book or your play is ruined. … I mean, who would sacrifice everything they’ve worked for just for their dumb sibling?”

When he manages to get onto the physical plane, it’s notable that the first thing Bill does is trap Mabel in the prison bubble, not only isolating her but separating her from her brother. Wendy calls it right when she tells Dipper that the only solution is to find his sister: “When you two work together, there’s like nothing you two can’t accomplish. You just need to make up and team up and save the universe.” She equates the decision to mend their rift with the decision to cut the apocalypse off at its source, and when he finally comes face-to-face with Mabel again, Dipper voices this connection even more succinctly: “Let’s beat Bill and grow up together.”

But as it turns out, Mabel and Dipper’s reunion is in itself not enough. It’s a beginning that leads to a more significant consequence: the closing of the far older division between the Stans, accomplished in a final teaming-up, an all-consuming act of trust, which sears Bill to the last atom of his substance and dissolves him before our eyes. 

So that’s the deal with Mabel and the Rift.

The Lost Memories - Part 3

Originally posted by nochuie

◇ genre : angst & romance
◇ summary : after visiting the hospital, both of you and jungkook came out with an idea that might help you to regain your memories
◇ words : 3.1k
◇ author’s note : the past 3 weeks hd been a tough week for me and I’m trying my best to update this. sorry for mistake and i’ll edit asap.Thanks for reading, xoxo

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You can’t help yourself from staring at Jungkook who seems too immersed on the paper that he have been listing out list of the things that both of you often doing together as well as the frequent places that you have been visiting with him in the past days. It is already been one hour and half since both of you back from the hospital and from that on, he keeping gluing his face onto the paper leaving you all alone, sitting on a dining chair across from him. You began to feel bored as your fingers started tapping on the dining table while humming to yourself in order to kill your boredom. Instead, it only takes a while before you averted your eyes towards Jungkook.

You don’t know why, you kind of enjoyed viewing this look that Jungkook had now on his face; his doe eyes slightly widen as his brows furrowed together, seriousness splattering all over his face showing that he is thinking deeply so that he would not miss even a single thing that need to be jot down on the list. His aura did a great job as it managed to attract your attention towards him, making you began to doze off while staring at him. You have to admit that your husband do have a good-looking face and no wonder back then there are so many girls like to linger around him.

You are too deep in your thought as well as too busy staring at a masterpiece until you did not noticed that Jungkook is already standing in front of you while waving his hands hoping that it would break your delusion and getting you back to the reality. “Y/n? Y/n?” A soft voice hit your eardrums and that’s when you realized that he is already there, continuously calling for your name to get your attention towards him. Without him knows, your attention is already fully on him.

He continuously flicked his slender fingers right in front of your face, snapping away your mind from delusion back to the reality. You shook your head vigorously; finally realize that you have been staring at him for a while. Blood started to rush up to your cheeks, making it flushed in a shade of pink as you felt slightly embarrassed after he caught you secretly staring at him.

A smile tugged on the corner of his lips as his heart skipped a beat with content when he catches a glimpse of your face with a glint of anxious plastered on it. Your eyes slightly widened when you met him as you tried to look away to lessen the awkwardness. He still not used of seeing that looks even it usually happened in the past times when you are still you, when you are still Y/n who loves him wholeheartedly.

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how to write college essays

Hey guys! This is Peng’s first post in the college prep advice series. I felt obligated to write this one as my first because, well, I’m a freshly pressed senior who was recently admitted to my dream school via early decision. And I feel that I was accepted mostly for my essay, so hey, why not help other students out as well? So without further ado, here is my advice on how to write the best college essay you can…
  
(NOTE: I am talking about the “Why __” essays. Other prompts may be too various for me to cover in one essay. Ask me and I might help you, though!)


INTRODUCTION: Why is it important?

College essays are often noted as the largest or one of the most reflective parts of a student’s college application (to an American university). People often say that while the numbers (the GPA, the SAT scores, etc.) reflect the “objective” sides of the prospective student, the “subjective” side is best represented through the student’s own writing. Through short answers and essays, you as a student must prove yourself not just a statistical fit but also a personality fit with the college.

In this aspect, it is first most important, before even starting your essay or even adding that college to your Common App list, is to think whether you are the right fit for the college. I’m not talking about stats–I’m talking about the studying environment, the location (city? countryside? suburban?), the demographics (are you overwhelmed when there is a very low percentage of your own race/ethnicity, or does it not matter?), offered majors, etc. Don’t just think about whether they have a good pre-med track, think about whether there are other majors or subjects you can switch to in the case that you might change your mind in college (this is important because many, many students change their minds. After all, a whole bunch can happen when you’re in a totally new environment with new people and a whole new level of learning).

  

PART 1: Play it smart. It’s a game.

Let’s face it–the college app process is a crapshoot. Don’t take it too seriously - they’re not judging you as a human being (in all honesty–it’s up to no one to judge you!). College is a business and they want to buy good products. So your job is to understand the motto of the “company” (the college’s motto) and then be able to present yourself as the product they want. I mean, think about it: the decision making process is nothing more than a group of people judging four years of your life (through a few numbers and a few written works) in order to see whether you’ll thrive in X college and make X college proud. It’s a human-run process that is prone to, well, human-like errors. So don’t get too tied up emotionally in the college app process (I’ll make a better post on this later). It’s okay to be stressed, but try not to go to the point where you think your life will be over if you don’t get in. That’s not a healthy attitude to maintain in the long run (even if you do get in). You need to detach yourself emotionally, evaluate the situation with only logic (what can I do to get in? - while also knowing it’s totally okay if you don’t), and then carry through with your plan.

Therefore, once you are sure that you want to apply to this college, it is then important to understand the college. By understanding, I’m not talking about knowing its history; I’m talking about knowing what the admissions officers (henceforth called AOs) want. Some colleges like the academically rigorous. Others like the academically passionate. Others still like those who aren’t top-notch “book smart” but have an undying curiosity in all realms of knowledge. Others yet search for those who can balance a tight schedule. Some might like those who are giving and compassionate and are willing to use their talents to help those in need. Whatever X college wants or claims to be their “pride,” you must show them through your essay. You have to give them what they want in order for them to want you.

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If it’s not a side-gig, then what is it?

WARNING: Rant regarding “having to justify writing as a job” ahead. 

So I’m not quite sure what happened. I just popped across an article talking about the “toxic side-hustle” culture. The article had some very well made points that I don’t think need to be debated.

But one point did get my feathers ruffled. The article talked about two types of side-gigs, one being what most people think of as “side-jobs” (like dog-walking, Uber, what have you) and the other being “a passion project” someone starts outside of their day job. It then continued on to equate these two types of side-gigs and absolutely trash them for the rest of the article.

As I said, I’m not here to debate the points the article made on the “side-hustle” culture being problematic. I’m not well-informed enough to join that debate. What I am here to question is the definition of the term “side-hustle” (Personally, I prefer using the term side-gig as there’s apparently some issues with a “side-hustle” originally referring to con-jobs as well as legitimate attempts to make money.) To me, the article equated jobs done “to get by” or “to make some extra money” with “jobs done because you love the work but can’t necessarily make enough money to support yourself on it. Yet.” So, I’m here to ask: if your passion project isn’t a side-gig, then what the heck is it? 

Well, if you start to think about it, there’s really only one thing it could be considered. 

A hobby.

As a writer, I shudder to think that’s the only label I’m left with. Because it’s not even close to being correct.

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Team Progression Egi is recruiting!

Hi there! I’m Kira and i’m the static leader for the newly formed Team Progression Egi. This is an alt/friendly static of mine i’ve decided to make to put together with the focus of bringing people constructively through their first Savage raiding experience in 4.0!

Our current hours are looking to be 11pm/12am EST to around whenever we clock out, with a hard cutoff of around 5am/6am EST on Saturdays only as it stands. Days will be agreed upon on a week by week basis!

We’re going to be pushing casual-ish hours with a midcore mindset.

You do not need to have experience in anything past ex primals to join. The only skill requirement is the willingness to learn constructively and play your best and be flexible.

The things we’re looking for/expect is as follows:

  • To be on time, and to know our schedule. 
  • To ask questions if theres something important that you don’t understand. 
  • To bring positivity to the environment and keep it devoid of toxicity. 
  • There will be no self bashing or bashing of teammates (banter not included.) There will be no slurs, sexism, racism, ableism or otherwise on or off raid time. 
  • To keep your gear CURRENT and melded appropriately. 
  • To have knowledge of what stats are best for you. 
  • To offer CRITICAL input on strategies and study appropriately. 
  • To have consideration for the time of your teammates. 
  • To bring the best food and potions available to you at whatever time. (I’m not saying bankrupt yourself, I am saying make an effort to have SOMETHING.) 
  • To be respectful of your teammates feelings at all times and to remember that we are here to have fun while progressing in a serious manner. 
  • To understand that when it’s time to focus, it’s time to stop the memes and play seriously. 
  • To have knowledge of your class/classes and at the very least be OPEN to the idea of alternate compositions/jobs in your role and to take knowing them seriously. 

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idubbbz imagine part two

Ian breaks through his hazey dream with a sudden realization that he’s extremely warm, his eyes seek out the source of heat, finally landing on the source the events from the previous night flood back quickly. Your arm is over his chest, body pressed against his side, leg over his lap. you’re bundled in his clothes, and he finds your appearance appealing to say the least. Ian stretches a bit, and you stir beside him, Ian watches as your eyes flutter open… you look around the room calmly for a second, then at him. as all of the emotions, all of the memories, and all of the sensations gather up at once you catch a glimpse of the blue haze behind Ian. 9:45 am. you sit up instantly.

“oh God” you say stammering over Ian and off of the bed, you fall onto the floor and scan the ground for your clothes, theyre in a pile in the corner, soaked.

“fuck!” you yell, hands all over the desk, searching wildly for your keys, you remember setting them down at the door.

“what’s going on?” Ian asks, following you out, you hold up your keys.

“work” you say, running to the door.

“im uh, im late. i gotta go” you say, he looks surprised, and confused. you close the door. By the time you get home, change, and drive all the way to work youre an hour late, you offer to stay an extra hour after your shift technically ends, but your boss is lenient and amused that youre late. you are never late, you never let up on yourself either your boss notices how seriously you take your job. you’re pretty busy today, trying to make up for the hour you were gone, but your mind trails off every now and then, you cant help but be distracted by the images in your mind. The sensations are so fresh, the emotions are persistent on making your day a mess. you couldnt be too mad though, you were happy that everything panned out the way it did. the sudden burst of courage led you to a mesmerizing experience with someone important to you…

“excuse me?” you hear, distracted again, you try to push the thoughts from your mind, and focus on your work more. you push yourself and push yourself until you get a headrush. the lightheaded feeling hits you like a train and you find yourself outside on some picnic benches, staring at a tall cup of water and an apple. you cant think of eating anything else. you push through your work day and finally get to leave, you look out onto the familiar road and drive the way you do every day, back to your apartment. you throw your bag onto the couch, and plop down, taking a bit to relax.

“you home?” you hear at the door, you look up, Gwen stands there, smiling, holding a bag.

“i am” you say. “not sure if im alive though” you tell her.

“i have just the thing.” she says, walking in, kicking off her shoes as she shuts the door. Gwen moved in a while after you did, you became friends pretty quickly considering your track record with friends. you have alot in common, sense of humor, humbleness, style. Most importantly, the same taste in food. you watch as she pull sout two big bowls of take out mexican food.

“barbacoa with medium and pico de gallo” gwen hands you the food, taking out her own. your mouth is already watering just hearing those words.

“all I’ve had today is like a gallon of water, and an apple.” you say gwen shakes her head.

“thats not good for you” she says, gwen was gorgeous, curvy, long blonde hair, and the biggest blue green eyes youve ever seen. for some reason, she thinks your just as attractive.

“i didnt hear you come in last night” Gwen says, as she picks the remote up, and relaxes on the couch, everything from the previous night floods back to you.

“yea… i stayed over at Ians” you say quietly. you see gwen turn her entire body towards you, and sets the remote down without picking a show. you pick it up and click on some cooking show.

“really now?” Gwen says, you nod and shrug.

“no biggie right?” you say gwen laughs.

“come on, you’re frazzled, you’re telling me its just from work?” Gwen asks, you cant lie to her, and why should you? Gwen has always been accepting of you.

“we made out a little bit… i stopped it from going further, im not even sure he was into it. i dont know” you mutter out, you’ve been wanting to talk about it all day! now that you’ve got it out, the strenuous feeling in your chest is finally relaxing.

“wow! awesome good for you!” Gwen says “im sure he was into it how could he not be??” Gwen says, happy for you. you shrug.

“Ive known Ian since i was a pre-pubescent nightmare of a child… i dont see how he can see me in any other way” you tell gwen, the honestly of it hurts, putting it into words hurts a bit more.

“wel… how do you look at him?” Gwen asks, you blush instantly… Ian, he hasnt changed much, but at the same time… he has changed drastically.

“i… I’ve always preferred Ian. I feel like he’s changed alot, but at the same time, not at all he’s still the same Ian that would be nice to me when he came over to hang out with my brother… thats another thing, because I’ve known him so long it feels… corrupt” you admit. Gwen nods.

“well… i think maybe all it is… maybe you’ve changed” Gwen says, you look up, quizzical. Gwen nods.

“maybe its your perspective thats different now, you’re older, you see things differently.” Gwen says. you feel a bit selfish, you didnt even think about you being the obstacle. you sigh and nod, giving gwen a little smile. After you eat, and hang out for a while, gwen tell syou some stories about her and kevin, her boyfriend. after a while you both start to yawn, and decide you should turn in for the night. gwen went home, and you changed into your pajamas, staring at the clock in the dark. you sigh as it turns over to twelve thirty. he should be asleep now…you grab your phone and text Ian

“sorry i had to run this morning, had work, tough day talk soon?” you write, its pretty neutral, you set your phone on the nightstand and turn over, closing your eyes. your phone blares and you jump, the ringer is so loud! you scramble to grab it.

“h-hello?” you answer quickly.

“hey,  i was going to text you back but i am… messy. unboxing video, did i wake you?” Ian… you are suddenly shy, very shy.

“uh, no, not technically.” You answer, you hear a faucet turn on.

“liar, youre in bed arent you” he says, you huff a laugh.

“yes, but i wasnt sleeping” you say.

“what were you doing?” Ian asks, you stammer.

“well, i was texting you, i just-” you hear him laugh at your nervousness.

“alright alright, so i was thinking since you so rudely and abruptly deserted me, you could repay me by coming over tomorrow night with pizza” Ian suggests you feel your cheeks warm and know you’re blushing.

“are you going to be playing video games all night again” you ask trying to lighten the situation.

“no, it would be kind of rude to ignore you while we’re on a date” Ian responds. you feel your heart skip. you stammer to find words. ian gives off a chuckle.

“dont worry about the pizza, just be here around eight alright?” he says.

“uh… uh-huh” you manage. a little speechless.

“yea?” he asks, you clear your throat.

“youre not fucking with me are you?” you ask, wondering if its a cruel joke, you’ve always had a crush on Ian, so this just seems a little too good to be true.

“no, im not, honest. yea totally when you get here im just gonna be like “HA GOT EM!’ and some midgets are gonna come out and laugh at you… no, im not that much of an asshole.” Ian says, you laugh at the image and ian chuckles.

“alright go to bed now” Ian says, his way of saying goodbye.

“dont tell me what to do” you say.

“how dare you  question my authority” Ian says.

“i will kick your scrawny ass” you tease him

“scrawny! i am not scrawny! i just so happen to be a healthy adult thankyou very much” Ian defends himself.

“okay healthy adult, goodnight” you say, your voice softer now, soothing, sleepy.

“goodnight, ill see you tomorrow right?” Ian says, calmer as well.

“ill be there” you tell him. hearing the line click after a bit, you hang up and lay your phone on your pillow. you smile softly, happily as you fall asleep.

Everything youre choosing looks weird for some reason, the dresses are just, not you. too small, to bright, too…. too much. you sigh and fall back onto your bed.

“dont give up pessimist” Gwen coaches you. you look up at her and imagine a whistle hanging around her neck, a foam finger with your name and “#1 !!” written on it, a determined smile spread across her face.

“Im not a pessimist” you say, scooting up on the bed and relaxing, your hair is still wet from your shower. your second shower. gwen wanted to put make up on you but by the time she finished, you were horrified. you washed it all off. you sigh and try to think of the last time you were comfortable in a dress. probably the christmas party you were forced to go to, you wore a light blue dress with long sleeves, and you drank about six sweet peppermint drinks only to find out later, by the excessive vomiting, they had alcohol in them.

“thats it!” you say smiling, you dive head first into your closet and rummage through everything.

“i can wear a dress as long as it has sleeves! i have this nervous tick thing” you say to gwen

“ive seen you do it, you count to fives in your hand by squeezing your sleeves!” gwen says. you reach into your closet deeper and pull out a navy blue dress, its kind of short but it has sleeves that are perfect for tugging. you take off the uncomfortable dress and wiggle into the navy blue dress. looking in the mirror. it even fits perfectly. not too tight in the problem areas, and just perfect in all the right areas.

“you look great!” gwen says sitting on your bed. you grin, imagining her foam finger up in the air and her doing a touchdown dance.

you stare at the wood pattern in the door, the paint thats chipping off in the corner. youve been staring for a bit now, youve probably got the door memorized, but you cant find the courage to ring the door bell

“why ring the doorbell? when have you ever rung the doorbell?”  you remind yourself. you take a deep breath, and turn the knob, opening the door.

“hey, you ready?!” Ian is right there. you yelp and jump,hand to your chest. Ian laughs.

“jesus christ Ian! how long were you waiting there to scare me like that?!” you ask, he raises an eyebrow.

“i was just coming to the door to meet you outside, why? how long were you there?” he smiles, you blush.

“i just got here, of course” you say. looking up at him. hes dressed in one of his nicer shirts. a button up, and some nice jeans. you smile lightly.

“you look nice” you say he smiles.

“so do you, a dress huh?” Ian asks, looking at it, you blush.

“yea, i uh…” you stammer, great, you knew the dress was a bad idea.

“you look amazing” Ian says you look up in a flash, hes still looking down, you smile and Ian chuckles, closing the door behind him.

“were going out?” you ask.

“yea, we always get pizza. this is a date, it should be different right” Ian says, walking towards his car, you smile.

“yea i guess” you say, slightly nervous. you get in, and drive down into the city.

“im gonna date you so hard right now” Ian says, you giggle.

“you’re gonna be like ‘oh my god, i just go super dated man, im so dated. like how can i even be this dated wow thanks Ian for this awesome date” you laugh.

“knock it off youre gonna make my face all red” you say, Ian smiles feeling satisfied. you watch as he pulls in front of a small restaurant, and turns the car off.

“the mayflour?” you ask, Ian nods.

“You’ll like it” he promises, you get out and he rounds the car to meet you. the place is small, and dimly lit, the sun is setting outside making it even nicer inside. it looks warm and comfortable. theres no waiting line, or hostess to seat you. Ian leads you to a booth out of the way, and you sit across from him. All of the nerves come up and you try not to look him in the eye, looking around at the restaurant at the cute old timey stuff. Alot to do with baking, lost of old pictures.

“hey folks how ya doing” a woman approaches the table, shes wearing an apron, not a cheesy one, one that she actually uses.

“pretty well thanks” Ian says.

“alrighty great, can i start you off with some drinks?” she asks,

“sure, ill have a coke” Ian says, they both look at you, as you expected.

“ill have an ice water, please” you say she smiles and nods. handing you both a menu.

“ill be right back with that, and to take your order” she says smiling and walking off. you open the menu, but Ian takes it from you.

“trust me, theres only one thing youre going to want, and  after you have it its going to ruin everything else for you” Ian says, confidently, you smile and shrug.

“alright, but if your wrong youre gonna owe me big time.” you say Ian smiles and nods putting his hands up.

“alright, if im wrong, and you hate this specific item… you can… i dont know, paint me green entirely or something?” he offers, you laugh and nod.

“alright, deal” you say, with half a mind to say you hate it just to paint him green. the waitress gets back and you wait patiently for Ian to give up the secret.

“we will have two of your afternoon delight, please and thankyou” Ian says, the woman smiles.

“coming right up” she says. walking off, you smile and shake your head.

“all this secretive stuff is gonna make the disappointment even more disappointing yaknow” you say Ian rolls his eyes.

“you’re such a-” you cut him off

“pessimist?” you ask, he blinks and huffs a laugh.

“im not though, really” you say. wrapping your hand around the glass and looking at the ice, floating around inside the cup.

“i know youre not… just sometimes when it comes to yourself you can be… less that optimistic” Ian says, you glance up at him, who knew he was so observant… you smile.

“ i dont like surprises they give me anxiety” you tell him, he smiles and shrugs.

“guess youre gonna need some xanax then” Ian says, you both laugh and you feel yourself start to relax.

“you two are in luck, fresh out of the oven” you hear the waitress say, you smell it before you see it, sweet, buttery…? you look at the plate she sets in front fo the both of you. a large piece of blueberry pie with a scoop of ice cream on the side melting into the pie, the waitress sets a tall glass of milk by each of you.

“thankyou, so much” Ian says the waitress smiles and walks away. Ian gives you an i-told-you-so look.

“im allergic to blueberries” you say simply, and seriously,Ian pauses for a moment.

“no you arent!” he says, you smile.

“yes i am” you say giggling.

“Ive seen you eat blueberries you freaking liar” Ian says, you laugh and take a bite of the pie… Oh god… he was right… this is the best thing youve ever tasted! its sweet and flaky and delicious!

“huh?!” Ian says, taking a bite of his. you shrug and nod

“its alright” you say acting skeptical. Ian shrugs.

“alright then” he grabs your plate, you laugh and take it back, Ian laughs with you. you calm down and take another bite… mind trailing off.

“when did you see me eat blueberries?” you ask, a hell of a thing to remember.

“oh, oft, long time ago. i think… you had to be at least eleven?” he says. youre a bit surprised, that was quite a while ago.

“uh, your brother and i just got out of school so we were in the kitchen tearing it up looking for pizza rolls, and you were at the table arranging blueberries and pieces of strawberries one by one in rows, then eating them two at a time. two blueberries, two strawberries” Ian says, showing you on his plate by separating two blueberries and popping them into his mouth. you smile… its incredibly sweet that he would remember something like that, you feel your cheeks warm.

“you were borderline serial killer, it was really touch and go there for a while” Ian says, you laugh.

“shut up” you say smiling and blushing. “you know you keep saying things like that and someones going to believe you” you say, scooping a bit of ice cream into your spoon.

“what you dont think im serious?” Ian asks, you raise an eyebrow and give him a look. a look that says ‘i know you Ian’… Ian smiles and looks down at his plate.

“no, of course not… you always seem to know when im joking or when im lying dont you. honestly its one of the things i really like about you. It seems to be all i do anymore, joke around, be sarcastic, act stupid… but you know, when im not like that. you still like me when im not like that… right?” Ian asks, you blink, processing everything, a bit surprised.

“of course i do… i like just, spending time with you. even when youre droned out in your game world, it still seems to be fun somehow” you say Ian doesnt even smile, he seems transfixed on you, he looks away slowly, and you cant seem to rip your eyes away now. the drive back is a little quieter than the drive there, it seems as if the lighthearted tone of the evening has come to an end. Ian pulls up to his house and turns the car off.

“did you mean that?” he asks, you nod, tugging on your sleeves.

“thats really sweet of you” Ian says, you shrug.

“i dont know if its, anything of me, its just how i feel…” you say, trying to shoo it away.

“dont belittle it, its important… you’re important, to me. how you feel is important, i just want to know. i know youre afraid in a sense, but you dont have to be. we always told each other everything that embarrassed us” Ian sounded strange now, needful, he softly drug his thumb across the top of your hand, and you grasped it, holding onto his thumb. you take a deep breath and look at him.

“Ian carter, i have feelings for you, but if you make me profess them to your face every time i see you… ill die” you say, a smile creeps across his face and he chuckles shrugging.

“alright then” he says, the lighthearted feeling seems to be back. you lay your head in his lap while you both relax on the couch, you lit some candles while he was changing into more comfortable clothes.

“what about…. Hawaii” Ian asks, you scoff.

“too hot. i can barely stand L.A. I need to drink more water is all” you tell him, hes running his hand through your hair softly, mindlessly, but you know and youre loving it.

“okay… Idaho” Ian says, you laugh.

“whats even in Idaho?” you ask,

“potatoes” Ian offers, you laugh.

“how about Oregon?” you ask, ian seems to be contemplating it.

“the rain, the clouds, everything green all around you, i bet its gorgeous in autumn.” you say he huffs a laugh that moves your head.

“you seem like youve put alot of thought into this” Ian says, you shrug, moving against him.

“you dont think about where you’d like to end up, when everythings over?” you ask.

“like, when i die?” Ian asks, you shake your head.

“no… just when everything stops. when everything gets peaceful, and you get to relax and be happy. not just ‘oh things arent going wrong right now’ but happy, really happy” Ian looks down at you, admiring your face, the curve of your nose, the squint of your blink.

“thats a hard one” Ian says quietly. his eyes trail down from your face to your neck, he traces circles along your arm, and his eyes flit over your dress to your legs crossed. youre completely relaxed…you nod, and yawn a bit.

you lay down and tug at the blanket to cover you, watching as Ian lays down next to you. neither of you knew, but both of you kind of know what the other wants…. Ian leans in to kiss you, and you kiss him back softly. he leans into you, wrapping you into his arms. you feel the warmth start to build up and relax against him. you kiss him harder, with more meaning, a deep kiss. you break away first as the feeling that caught you off guard last time shoot forward.

“Ian…” a shaky breath escapes your lips, inches from his.

“yea…” he says, calming you you look up at his face in the dark, the only light coming from the white walls, and your eyes adjusting to the night. theres another feeling though, a feeling of need. not only that, you feel so much with Ian, so much for Ian. you feel safe, you feel comfortable, you feel cared for and you feel like you matter.. Ian makes you feel wanted, and secure, and you believe him when he says youre important to him because hes proved it for so long. you kiss Ian softly, and kiss down his cheek to his neck. Ian leans into your kiss softly and sighs, relaxing. your hands drift from his shoulders, to his sides, you tug a bit at his shirt but your still shy. Ian lets you pull it off, helps you get it all the way off, and kisses your neck as you feel his chest. you smooth your hands over his chest, and down to his sides, finally exploring the lower part of his belly. Ian breaks from your skin as you grip his pant-line. you nod your head softly, hair falling in your face. Ian rises a bit, and pulls his pants down, you feel your heart beat quicken as he lowers himself between your legs, he reaches up and gently pushes the hair from your face before kissing you sweetly. you feel him push forward and you let out a sharp breath. your back arches involuntarily and you soak in the feeling of him filling you. almost like an ache being relieved, the relief prolonged again and again with every thrust. you moan as he retracts, breath escaping you as he sinks back in, his lips land against yours and he kisses you deeply, pressing harder against you. Ians hand on your hip, and the other arm braced beside your head so he can kiss your lips, and drag his lips down to your neck. satisfying every inch of you.

“Ian… oh Ian…” you whimper, your eyes tightly shut, hands gripping his waist. you pull him into you again, and Ian moans into the curve of your neck. its a growl of a moan, it fuels your begging.

“please…. Ian… it.. it feels so good” you can barely manage the words as he drives into you again, and again, and again. you feel something building inside of you, as if every thrust from him into you, inflates a balloon more and more.  you dig your fingers into Ians skin, leaving scratches on his back, youre moving with him now unaware it was even happening.

“Ian… i… fuck..!” you groan, pulling him into you, Ian pushes hard and his mouth is at your throat again, flicking and nibbling. you feel the baloon explode, apparently it was filled with pure euphoria. wave after wave hits you, and you call out uncontrollably.

“Ian!!!” with each wave another sharp moan from you, another sharp cry, Ian feels you release and he calms to a stop. kissing you while you come down off the best high youve ever been on. whimpering with the sharp tiny waves of your orgasm. Ian searches the dark for your lips and kisses you through your whimpers, laying beside you and scooping you up, his harsh breathing matching yours. you feel so light, your skin feels electric and your lips are tingling with numbness. you let out a relieved sigh, youve never felt so satisfied before. Ian lays his head against yours, relaxing beside you.

“i…” you try to find words but you cant even express yourself, there are no words for this.

“yea, me too” Ian says, you turn and lay against his chest, very comfortable in his arms. you look down at his arm, hes really holding onto you, his veins are prominent, the way Ian is sculpted has never been so arousing as it is right at this moment. his naked body pressed against yours, after hes drove your body to its limit.  you start to breathe normally, and the high starts to thin out, though it never goes away.

“that was…” you begin “entirely too good…” you say Ian huffs a laugh against your hair, his eyes are closed.

“yea” he agrees, sounds like his sleepy voice starting to take over, a deeper voice. Ian traces circles over your arm, and slowly tugs at you, swiftly hes under you, and your lowering down onto him. an entirely new sensation. you brace yourself, hands gathered on his lower belly.

“fuck… a little warning next time maybe?” you say, eyes shut tight, trying to catch your breath while Ian laughs a bit.

“sorry…” he says, you open your eyes and look down at him, this position is uncomfortable, he can see you all up and down, youve got nowhere to hide.

“ive never…” you start but stop, you feel entirely to vulnerable.

“i figured” Ian admits. youd never been in this position before… youd never been in… any position before. but you werent sure if Ian had “figured” that as well. this was different though, after your massive orgasm you felt as if your muscles were being relaxed. Ian places his hands on your hips, guiding you, you move with every pull.he feels so much deeper now! before it had felt as if he was pushing you to your limit but theres so much more, you bite your lip.

“fuck…” Ian groans, you open your eyes, wondering if youre doing something wrong, but he looks as if hes in a trance. eyes dark and fixated on you. you realize that youre not the vulnerable one here, Ian is. you move your hips, grinding down into him he gives off a heated groan again, he looks as if he isnt in control anymore. you like it, you feel more confident now. you move more and more, grinding into him, sensations shooting through you, new ones, good ones. you cant help it anymore, you moan with every small movement you give. ian looks up at you, the way your sitting on him, arms in front pushing your breasts together, he can look at every bit of you now. the way you’re grinding is putting him in a frenzy, hes gripping you hard now, reaching up your side Ian throws his head back and you feel him push up into you.

“fuck!!!” he groans, you slow a bit, watching his face, feeling his grip. its a sharp pain, but its such a good pain. Ian groans, again, and again… draining himself. his hands soften against you, and his breathing gets harsh. your breathing is quicker too. it wasnt much work, but it was a new work out. you fall forward against his chest. he relaxes a bit, but his harsh breath doesnt stop.

“are you okay?” you whisper. somehow whispering seems right.

“perfect” he whispers back. you relax against him, and your eyelids feel too heavy, youre too comfortable not to fall asleep. soaking in Ians warmth, and soaking up all of the pleasure this night has brought you.

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Admin AJ would you do a Suga smut where he is your boss and he treats you very harsh, and you think he hates you, but the truth is he has the biggest crush on you since you first entered his company?

hey guys, i love you! enjoy!

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I  Quit

Warnings: Smut, swearing, and suggestive language.


“That’s it. That’s the last straw.” You complain to your coworker as you return to you desk.

She snickers a bit and raises in eyebrow in wait for your explanation.

“He did it again! He makes me come up with a new proposal every fucking week, and then throws it out before I even have the chance to get out the actual idea!”

“Are you talking about Yoongi again?” She huffs, annoyed, “Cut it out. You said you were done last week and yet… You’re still here! Everyone knows you aren’t going anywhere so cop a squat and finish some work.”

You pout and turn towards your computer screen. Sure you said you were through plenty of times before, but this time was different. From the moment you came to work at the company your boss has been a complete asshole. First he treated you as his secretary, and when you politely explained to him that the task he had you performing where not part of your job description, he began taking you work a lot less serious… Which says a lot because he didn’t take you seriously at all before.This was absolutely the last straw. 

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Amnesia Later: New World Scenario Translation, Part 1

I started translating part of Amnesia Later, so here’s the first bit. I’m going to try to get this prologue portion before you choose a route done soon-ish. I’m not sure which character’s route I’ll translate after that. I guess if anyone has a particular route they’d like to see, let me know!

**Please do not repost translations elsewhere. Thank you! <3**

((Orion’s voice over))

This is the story of a certain girl from a certain country in a certain world.

August 1st.

When the girl awoke, all of her memories had been lost.

Nearby was a strange boy, Orion, who called himself a spirit.

The spirit Orion said it was his fault she had lost her memories.

Taking advice from Orion, who declared he would support her in regaining her memories,  the girl started going through her personal belongings…

Before long, the relationships of the girl started to become clear.

And thus, the complexly intertwined motives behind the true reason she had lost her memories began to appear.

Orion had realized it, “I see, so the reason she lost her memories wasn’t because of our collision!”

A human from the Organization appeared before the girl struggling to comprehend everything.

The outstretched hand of a demon.

Can her memories ever be returned?

What is the real reason her memories were erased?

Will Orion be able to protect her?

What does destiny hold for Orion and this girl-!?

Orion
“Wouldn’t it be nice if it was that sort of story!”

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