thanks you for my laser cat!

Darker Hero Prompts

Anonymous said: Oh damn! More possessive!hero prompts plzzzz!

Anonymous said:Oooooooh! I like the role reversals where the villain is the hero’s prisoner! More prompts like that please!

Anonymous said:Some prompts about how a hero has gotten so out of control that they have to be stopped by the villain? Thank you very much!!

Anonymous said:You did a prompt a little while ago about the hero with unstable powers and how the villain found out about them; do you think you could maybe do a couple prompts about the villain either exploiting this weakness or helping them with it? Thank you for your time!


1) “Leave them,” the hero said. “I have to do this on my own.”
Most would find that noble, self-sacrificing, but from their panting vantage point the villain could see the shine of fervour, of obsession, lasered in the hero’s eyes that so mirrored their own. It would have been insulting if anyone else got involved. Not part of the game. They’d been chasing each other for so long now, playing cat and cat. This wasn’t about heroism. The only difference between hero and villain was who got to tell the story.


2) It was a sort of agony, waiting for the two of them to be left alone. The villain wasn’t quite sure when exactly they started reading ‘alone’ with the hero as a dangerous situation - once upon a time they’d laughed at the thought of the hero even being considered a threat. But they were dangerous. Their forgiveness, their salvation, was dangerous. Suffocating. There was no way to fight against mercy, to snarl against kindness, when the weight of gratitude bowed the villain’s head as heavy a ball and chain around their neck. When they knew damn well that the hero was the only thing standing between them and the retribution of a lot of furious people. The worst part? The hero knew it too. And alone, just the two of them, there was no crowd to hide in bluffing and pretending otherwise. And staying alive meant playing nice.


3) Everyone watched the hero in horror as their powers spiralled, wrenched howling out of the chest. 
The villain lunged. 
They toppled, skidded, scrabbling. Nothing dignified to it. 
“Now, now. Stop trying to take my job - take a few deep breaths.” 


4) “You have to stop me,” the hero begged. The power lurched violently out of their hands. Their shoulders shook. The magic ate at them, nibbled on them, slashed into the walls. 
The villain watched the destruction, the devastation, with a hungry and unconcealed delight. “Is this you admitting I’m the only person in the world who could get you on a leash?” They ducked the next swing of power, laughing. Really quite enamored with this savage, magnificent, thing. So sue them, they had always had a weakness for power, and the hero liked to play the role of sheep so very well normally. The villain wet their lips and moved closer, lashing out with their own equal and matching power. Much more controlled, though. Not being scared of one’s own darkness did tend to lend a certain control that frightened light didn’t. 
“This is me saying you’re going down with me if we don’t get this under control!” the hero snapped. 
But the villain heard the ‘please’ in their tone quite beautifully.


5) “Come at me.” 
The hero gaped.
The villain raised their brows and made a beckoning gesture. “Come on, you need to let some of that tension out. A way of venting. It’s why your power keeps exploding, you spend too much time trying to control it. Let go. I can handle you, trust me.”
“Trust you? I’m not that stupid.” 
“You’d rather lash out at your friends?” 
The hero faltered, and then pounced. 


6) “You can’t just keep me!”
“Why not?” the hero leaned in, and flashed a smile. “You’re the one that kept telling me to be more like you, baby.” 
The villain fumed, cheeks flushed.


7) “You’re up to something.”
“Are you jealous that I’m spending time with someone other than you?” The villain flashed a smirk. Expected to watch their enemy fluster, squirm, unable to bear any such insinuation. They didn’t expect to watch their eyes darken as the hero took several steps closer, tossing a smirk right back. 
“And what if I was jealous?” the hero asked softly. “What then?”
The villain froze. They didn’t have a plan of attack prepared for this. 


8) “I created you,” the hero murmured. They looked truly sorry about that, agonized, but there was a hint of steel. “I reckon I can uncreate you too.” 
“No one’s going to let you just - just -”
“You’re a criminal. A monster. I could break you into a million pieces and put you back together again and they would call it rehabilitation. Reformation. A success.”
The villain swallowed. Bit back the ‘will you?’ as if voicing the mere thought might give it power. “You won’t do that,” they tried for bravado. “That would make you too much like me.”
They stared at each other, each trying to puzzle where the lines were in this new world. 

anonymous asked:

Which cat do you think is more likely to horde toys, my oldest cat hordes toys and likes to bring me pens and other objects she find around the house in the middle of the night meowing as loud as possible for treats because she brought a treasure , my youngest is very picky will only play with hand made yarn pompoms cry's while carrying one cause she wants me to throw it does the stares so she can chase and bring it back up to me

That sounds so cute!! 

Oh my god, Yuri would love playing with yarn pompoms. My heart is melting ;A; Someone give that cat some giant fluffy pompoms stat!

Yurio’s not too crazy about toys, but he would love laser pointers.

Yuri actually likes to give his toys as gifts ahaha <3 If he sees Yura sleeping, he’ll go pile toy mice around him. He’s a very courteous marshmallow.

Learning How to Love Chapter Seven, Day Nine Part Two: Ultimatum

Hello everyone! As promised, here is the next chapter of Learning How to Love! It’s been a long time, and I’m terribly sorry for that. To those of you that may be uncertain as to whether or not I plan to continue this fic, know that no matter how long it may take me to complete each chapter I have no intention of giving it up.

Also side note, Cheritz is a blessing. I played the April Fool’s Day dlc as soon as it came out, and it gave me some much need laughter. To any of you uncertain about whether it’s worth playing, I assure you it most certainly is. (spoilers ahead) Everybody deserves to witness Jumin hocked up on catnip and chasing laser pointers I think I had actual years added to my life holy crap. I still can’t believe he got Zen to eat cat food I’m dead Jumin is everything protect my playful boy.

Note: As always, MC will be referred to as MC in this story in the third person instead of blanks or Y/N. In addition, this story contains minor spoilers for Jumin’s route.

As usual, thank you so much to all who have read/liked/reblogged/replied to my original posts. I am beyond grateful for all the wonderful reactions and excitement that followed my previous chapters.

Please don’t hesitate to let me know if you’d like me to tag you in future chapter posts, as I am more than happy to do so!

To those of you who haven’t read the first chapters of LHTL or the Vampire Jumin fic and would like to, here are links to each:

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Vampire Jumin: Of Secrets and Love

Vampire Jumin NSFW


Our precious manchild is growing up!


Chapter Seven, Day Nine Part Two: Ultimatum

The day began on a rather unsettling note, with Seven instructing MC what to do should he not return from their ‘picnic’ within five hours of his leaving the chatroom. Perplexed and alarmed, MC demanded he be safe and take care wherever they were before she wished him the best of luck. Shortly after he exited the messenger, Jaehee appeared with equal concern about his behavior, though there was a healthy level of exasperated skepticism that accompanied it. Though MC was aware Seven was prone to histrionics, she couldn’t help but worry with so little information about what was happening on their end.

MC then asked about how Jumin was doing, hoping her gentle nudge this morning would help him get through the day’s tribulations without her. Jaehee explained that he had gotten in touch with her and said he would be at the office soon; as he had chosen to complete a quick errand before going. She went on to mention that Director Han was planning to confront Jumin about the Sarah that afternoon, and that she had placed Sarah’s credit report on the chairman’s desk in the hopes that it would make him reconsider who the true victim of the situation was. MC would have to remind Jumin to thank Jaehee for everything she did, the aforementioned gesture of pure empathy as touching as it was practical. Even if Director Han wasn’t convinced, at the very least Jumin would know Jaehee remained on his side. For that, MC was grateful.

Jaehee went on to express her unease about Jumin’s refusal to talk about MC’s return to Rika’s apartment. MC wasn’t all that surprised or worried, as she was more than happy to stay as long as he needed her. She was growing more fond of him with each day, and she had a feeling Jumin wasn’t quite ready to stand on his own just yet despite his remarkable progress. So she simply asked Jaehee to be patient too and give him the time he needed. Jaehee insisted MC try to change his mind–and MC promised to do her best–but she knew this was something that only Jumin could decide for himself. Only he could come to terms with his own fears and discover what she had already known since the beginning: that he could overcome them. Because she had already decided that she would never let him feel alone again in this life, no matter what form that would take. She would always be here if he needed to talk, if he needed somebody to listen, if he was confused, if he was tired; whatever it may be. As soon as he understood that–no matter how near or far she was–that would never change, she had a feeling he would be much more open to discussion about the subject.

Not to mention the safest place in the world for her at this point was probably Jumin’s penthouse, considering the circumstances and the security detail. She had never felt more protected in all her life, and the guards were remarkably skilled in terms of noninvasive monitorization.

Relieved, Jaehee agreed and asked MC to take care of Jumin in the meantime. To which, MC smiled at the screen and replied that she could do no less. After a short farewell, she put the phone back on the nightside table and tried to work on her draft for a while. But her mind kept wandering back to Jumin and Seven, worrying and wondering and hoping things were all right. She barely managed to type out a few coherent sentences before she forced herself to take a break, thinking a change of pace might help. Gathering her spare set of clothes, she moved to the guest bathroom to take a shower and unwind. Under the scalding, enormous showerhead–God had she ever told Jumin he had marvelous taste–she let her mind wander, humming a little tune to ease her fraying nerves. Half an hour later she stepped out feeling refreshed, confident that things would work out okay for them both and that the best thing she could do was focus. After drying off and getting dressed, she re-entered the living room to find her phone blinking silver.

She opened the messenger to find Zen pouting about using Jumin as inspiration for his current acting role. Rolling her eyes with a smile, MC encouraged the endeavor in the hopes that it might help him understand Jumin a bit better. As the famous saying went: you can only understand a man when you’ve walked a mile in his shoes. But before Zen could grumble his acquiescence, Yoosung crashed into the messenger and flooded the chat with crying emojis and panicked words, ranting about how Seven was forcing him to keep quiet about something. MC asked if she should call Jumin, certain that he would deploy any help the two might need to get out of the situation safely, but Yoosung declined. Zen demanded an explanation despite Yoosung’s hesitant refusals, and continued to rail him until he figured no amount of pressure or safety hazards would make Yoosung betray Seven’s trust. Zen then proceeded to guess at their location with frightening accuracy, describing the area in enough detail to leave Yoosung speechless. MC could hardly believe it herself, and hastened to assist Zen in pressing him for a picture of where they were. She understood Yoosung wanted to be loyal to Seven, but there were some instances in which safety trumped lethal promises.

Tired, afraid, and worried about Seven; Yoosung caved and sent the photo. Shoving past her disbelief at Zen’s arguably prophetic vision, she and Zen immediately spotted Elizabeth the Third and asked Yoosung to retrieve her. Zen advised him to report back before he disappeared, and MC felt her chest tighten with fear, biting her lip. Please be okay, please be okay. For a short while all both she and Zen could do was sit there, numb with disbelief and flooded with secondhand adrenaline as they wondered what on Earth Elizabeth the Third was doing in the middle of nowhere. Zen logged out to quell a headache while MC stared at the swimming fish across from her; as if their lazy circuits and unpredictable trajectories could hold the mysteries of Elizabeth’s kidnapping and the danger into which Seven had waltzed with Yoosung in tow.

She barely had time to process before Jaehee returned to the messenger, equally shocked about Zen’s dream and hoping for their safe return with Elizabeth. She came to tell MC that Jumin’s father moved their meeting to the conference room, rather than their original plans for tea. Jaehee was convinced it had something to do with the files she slipped into his pile of documents, but the change just made MC uneasy. Why would he bump up the meeting if he didn’t have something urgent to say? She had faith in Jumin; she knew he would remain level-headed and try to solve this as peacefully as possible. But his father? She had more than enough reason to believe he would not be remotely rational about Jumin’s relationship status.

MC didn’t have time to ask her further before a triumphant Yoosung returned to the chat, attesting to his safety and that of Seven and Elizabeth. As excited as they all were, Jaehee advised that she inform Jumin after the meeting with his father, to which MC agreed. He had enough on his mind at the present moment. If they overwhelmed him with too much too soon, he was susceptible to retreating into himself again. Yoosung cheerfully agreed to take care of Elizabeth for the time being, but he did mention that Seven’s was behaving strangely and driving erratically. Jaehee advised them all to be safe as she took off to prepare for the meeting.

Yoosung was effervescent as ever, proud to be the RFA hero of the day for saving Elizabeth. MC could only smile and repeat what Jaehee said, immensely relieved that they had escaped more or less unscathed. Seven’s abnormal behavior was suspicious and a cause for concern, but she figured that his survival had been more crucial than anything else. MC advised Yoosung to use his energy to keep Seven awake upon the first mention of sleep, her heart having stopped enough times in one day. Yoosung departed with the promise that he would be vigilant, leaving her to play some relaxing music and return to her writing, partially relieved of her earlier anxieties. But without knowledge of how Jumin had fared with his father, they weren’t out of the woods just yet.


Jumin stepped into the conference room on the defensive, approaching his father with caution. “Why did you suddenly change the meeting place?” Jumin asked a few feet away from him, unimpressed by the somber look on his father’s face.

Director Han hesitated at the sight of his son’s distrustful, guarded look. He hadn’t seen that expression since Jumin had been a teenager. “…Because I had something to show you. I heard you were very rude to Sarah and thought about having a chat over tea, but I received something from my assistant during lunch.”

Jumin blinked, though he had a feeling he knew what his father’s latest ultimatum was about. “What did you receive?” He prompted.

“Apparently, someone who works for you must have done some research on Sarah. Here, take this.” His father handed over an envelope, much like the ones seen all over the building, filled with familiar credit scores and financial reports on a woman by the name of Sarah Choi. None of it came as a surprise; he had already witnessed the woman’s voracious spending habits. He froze when he skimmed several other documents detailing her debt under the name of her phony company. Then he closed the envelope again and set it on the table, crossing his arms as his father granted a futile explanation. As if Jumin had no ability to read and comprehend simple data, or understand what this newfound information further intimated about Sarah’s intentions.

“It’s Sarah’s credit report. She must have a lot of debt. And I called a couple places to check myself, and I could tell there are multiple loans under the company’s name.” No shit, Sherlock, the wry thought came unbidden.

Jumin’s reply was flat, working to keep the ice out of his tone at the sight of foolhardy sympathy suffusing his father’s features. “Assistant Kang found this,” He clarified, “although I didn’t know about the company’s financial situation…I was aware of her personal credit situation.”

“Why didn’t you let me know if you knew?” His father demanded, shocked.

Jumin gazed at the other man with deadpan disbelief. “Because I never intended to marry her in the first place.” Because it wasn’t my choice to begin with. “And I was preoccupied.” He added as an afterthought.

“Preoccupied? You mean your missing cat. I was going to talk about your ads anyways…It’s simply too much. Think of the company’s reputation…! It’s nothing to go see the TV’s network head for.” His father looked to him with ample disapproval, as if his son had shamed him irreparably.

Jumin, however, remained calm. It wasn’t the first time a person had decided he was strange, and he certainly wouldn’t be the last. “There was a reason I had to find that cat. You would not understand, father.” At the time it had seemed vital, extreme anxiety and fear clouding his mind. He felt no traces of that earlier panic now, only a steadfast calm. MC was waiting for him. The sooner he could reconcile this discrepancy and finish his work, the sooner he could return to her company. He wanted to live up to her confidence in him.

“A reason…” Director Han scoffed, looking for all the world like a tired parent instructing a foolishly stubborn child. “You care so much about that cat but not about finding someone…I cannot understand you, son.” He shook his head. “All I want is for you to meet someone and be happy…”

He knew his father meant well as he watched his brows crease with worry, but blind sentiment could only extend so far when faced with reality. Not to mention his father’s definition of happy was absurdly narrow. “Can you still say that after seeing the credit report of the woman you wanted me to marry?”

“I’m sure Glam didn’t know about Sarah’s financial situation. And just because she has financial problems, it doesn’t mean she’s a bad person.” His father chided.

Jumin’s eyes widened as he stared at him with open incredulity. “Christ. Are you being serious?” He demanded. Was his father truly convinced that these women, or at the very least Sarah, had no ulterior motive whatsoever under the weight of so much debt? “If I were you, father, I would never let those women hide their financial situation before talking about marriage. This woman is still hiding the facts. You know that she is not to be trusted!” Jumin refuted, appalled.

“This is quite shocking, but we can solve their financial problems for them. Everyone has one or two flaws they want to hide.” His father replied calmly, as if he was imparting great wisdom. “You have to let some things go if you to live in this world.” He finished with a shrug.

Jumin pursed his lips, trying to think of some way to get through to him. “Father…do you realize what you are saying? You say all the wrong things and call it advice.” It was his turn to shake his head. “I am very sad to see that you’ve lost your good judgement…”

“I’ve not lost my judgement. Sarah was recommended by Glam…I trust that she is a good woman.” He seemed so confident about Glam that Jumin had to wonder how she managed to elicit his trust in such a short time. “Sarah may have some problems but we can still accept her. Glam is so worried about her that she barely sleeps at night.”

Over an engagement? Something about that revelation made his skin crawl, gripping his forearms a fraction tighter than before. “So ultimately, all you care about is that your girlfriend is happy?” He clarified.

“Of course, I know that you’re not fond of Glam. But you didn’t like any of the women I’ve been with…It is nothing new.” Jumin was somewhat amazed that his father never thought he had a reason to be wary of the women he brought home on a monthly basis. “Anyways, I wish you’d respect my opinion regarding this marriage.”

And I wish you’d respect mine, Jumin thought with acerbic disdain. “God…” Jumin pressed two fingers two his temples. “Father…I understand why you are acting like this.”

“Understand?”

“As you’ve said, I have never liked the women you’ve met. Because I knew that they were never truthful to me…they always wanted something from me.” He grimaced slightly as he remembered a variety of uncomfortable encounters. “So I could never understand the relationships you so desired. It all seemed like making a deal to me.” Cold, empty, and parasitic were the first words that came to mind. “But I respected that you were different from me, so I never said anything about who you were with.” He explained, levelling a penetrating gaze at his father.

“Hmm…” His father couldn’t meet his eyes, something about Jumin’s explanation making him uncomfortable all of a sudden.

“But I’ve realized something recently…after meeting someone.” Jumin began reluctantly, knowing his father would explode on him for ‘cheating’ on Sarah.

And at a speed that would put any ravenous gossip to shame, “You mean you are seeing another woman?!” There it is.

Jumin sighed, hands falling from their suspension across his chest while one lingered at his hip. “I realized what it feels like to have your heart filled after being with her.” He continued as if he hadn’t been interrupted. “Thanks to her, I’ve understood what you are like when you’re with someone. A beautiful woman who understands me and cheers for me…wanting to give her all my love and care…” His lips curled slightly at the thought of her, fighting a smile as he remembered her encouragement a few hours prior. So cute… “And also being irrational and stubborn–being blinded by love–just like you are now.” He admitted with a frown, remembering his less than ideal behavior.

“That doesn’t sound too good.” His father looked to him with a brow raised, perplexed. “Why didn’t you tell me if you were seeing someone?”

“I planned to tell you in time.” He replied easily, as it was the truth. He didn’t like concealing things from his father unless he had little choice. “And…the things I’m about to say now, please consider them words of truth from a loving son to his father.” He tried to break it to him as gently as possible.

“What more do you have to say?” Director Han couldn’t remember the last time Jumin had ever been so open and talkative, or if he ever had since the day he was born.

Jumin’s answering voice was low. “Most of the women you’ve chosen were never ready to truly love you. They were only busy trying to fill their greed.”

“There were people like that in my past, Glam is different.” His father retorted immediately, waving him off.

Jumin’s lips twitched at the sheer irony. He might have smiled if his future didn’t depend on his father realizing that this infatuation with Glam was disillusioned at best. “You were always blinded, every single time…That is your weakness.” He insisted. “Glam Choi, Sarah…both women are no different from the women you’ve met until now.”

“Glam is not like that…! All she does is worry about you.” Not in the way you’re thinking, I’m sure. “Besides, Sarah is polite and bright. The more you see them, the more you’ll realize they are different.”

Jumin frowned, as if he had any desire to see more of them after Sarah’s last ‘visit’. “No, they are not. And you are simply being so irrational that you can’t accept the evidence that’s right in front of your eyes.” Jumin held firm.

“Hasn’t it occurred to you that you’re only rejecting Sarah because you love someone else?” Director Han retorted, equally obstinate, as if it was the only rational explanation for Jumin’s behavior.

Something about his father demoting MC to the position of convenient scapegoat made the blood in his veins turn to ice. “I don’t know. At least she doesn’t try to trick me or do things behind my back, so I haven’t thought about it.” He shot back before he cooled his ire, appealing to logic instead. “When I was upset over losing my cat, Sarah shamelessly brought a fake photo of my cat to act as if she’d found her.”

Director Han looked genuinely taken aback. “I never heard about that.”

How convenient. “Besides, she went to Assistant Kang’s home to ask her about me. You don’t know this, but apparently, Glam was with her.” If he had to be brutally honest with his father to convince him, then so be it. Sugarcoating wasn’t getting him anywhere.

“Glam…?” The word was a dubious question.

“The information I have is easy to acquire.” Jumin assured, revealing his hand. “If you continue to insist on Sarah, then I will make my move as well. I will give you all the evidence I can find showing you how greedy and ambitious those women are, until you accept the truth.” Jumin was frank. “It will be a waste of time on my part, but my relationship with you is important.”

“Stop now!” His father snapped, incensed at Jumin’s flagrant disobedience. “You are insulting me by talking like this.”

“It is the same for me. It’s very sad…that you can’t understand how I feel.” He didn’t know how to articulate the heaviness in his heart. His father’s denial was vexing, but that didn’t mean Jumin was going to enjoy systematically erasing Glam and Sarah from their lives at his expense. He didn’t want to be the one to crush his father’s hope to be genuinely loved again.

His father seemed at a loss for words. “…Sad?”

“I no longer wish to fight with you about such a pointless subject…Can you not understand how I feel?” Jumin implored, unable to help the raw feeling in his voice despite the control with which the words were delivered. He didn’t want to fight with his father, he didn’t want those women endangering MC anymore than the hacker already was, and he didn’t want a marriage with a woman that looked at him as a butcher looks at plump cattle. All he wanted was to remove two variables making everybody’s lives harder than they already were, why couldn’t his father see that?

Director Han looked his son up and down, expecting to find some inconsistency that would prove the man before him an imposter. “Jumin, it’s very unlike you to say that.”

Perhaps it was, Jumin thought as he adjusted his tie out of habit. Grasping the fabric renewed the memory of MC earlier that morning, bright and playful, pulling him down for a kiss. But then, if choosing to feel meant being able to love her, did that really make it a bad thing? “Father…if you feel my sincerity, please accept my suggestion. Please stop insisting on this marriage so I don’t have to dig more up on Sarah… and let me be in peace. As your son…I only wish for this horrible situation to end.”

“…” Taken aback though he was, his father had no ability to deny his honesty. Because for once in the entire history of their relationship, Jumin chose to tell him how he felt rather than resorting to tactical refusal and evasion.

It was uncomfortable, but liberating. “And please, take your time to be more objective about the situation. I’m begging you, father.” He continued, watching as the words that tumbled out of him effectively weakened his father’s resolve.

His father let out a long breath, crossing his arms as he deliberated. “Fine…Alright.” He conceded. “I won’t mention Sarah again, but don’t say anything about the woman you’re seeing now.”

Jumin grit his teeth at the flat-out unwillingness to acknowledge MC, but otherwise chose to compromise. Responding with anger would only destroy the progress he’d made in changing his father’s mind about the situation. “…Alright. I suppose that is the best you can do.” He agreed.

“I’m sorry.” His father replied slowly, eyeing Jumin carefully. “Regardless of what’s happened, I feel I’ve upset you.”

“I’m fine.” Jumin shrugged, hoping to ease his guilt. As long as his father understood this wasn’t what he wanted and stopped strong-arming him into marriage, he saw no reason to remain upset. “I understand how much you care for Glam.”

“Yes…Still, I see that this has been very hard for you…for you to express your emotions like that…” Director Han blinked, as if he was still dazed by the sheer impossibility of it. “I will think more on it. Let’s stop this talk for now, I should be going back.”

“Alright.” Jumin gaze shifted to the man standing dutifully at the door to the conference room. “Please take my father back, chief of security. And…please tell Assistant Kang to come in. And I’d like for all the bodyguards to give us some privacy.”

“Yes, sir! Mr. Chairman, this way sir.” He was glad to see the chief was no longer hesitant to obey his commands, likely due to the sight of his father’s uncertainty regarding the situation.

Jumin nodded his farewell to his father and turned to look out at the city littered with towering buildings, mulling over his next move.

“Mr. Han…! Did the talk go well?” Assistant Kang asked as soon as she stepped inside with uncharacteristic exuberance.

Jumin sighed in frustration, but didn’t turn around. “It’s not over for good… but those women won’t be able to manipulate my father for the time being.” His lips pursed into a white line, the next phrase a muttered afterthought. “Glam must have more influence on him than I thought….I was a bit surprised.”

“Alright…” Her voice was crestfallen at the sound of his partial victory, disappointed her research had accomplished so little. “Will you need all the information I’ve managed to find?”

“Yes. I should at least know about it so send them to me.” He replied, only paying partial attention.

“Yes, alright.” She agreed, her earlier haste and excitement returning. “And I have something to tell you!”

Jumin raised a brow, turning his head to look at her. Her sparkling eyes just made him more confused. “What is it?”

“They found Elizabeth.” She blurted, as if she had been waiting for hours to say so.

Jumin stared at her blankly, electing to process the development later despite his initial shock. It would only serve as a distraction. “…Really? I’m glad to hear that.” He managed before he turned back around.

Assistant Kang blinked at his tepid response. “Yoosung is with her right now.”

“Alright.” He replied offhand, gathering the documents his father left.

“Should we go to Yoosung’s house right now?” She was amazed that she needed to be the one to suggest it.

“No. She is in good hands. Just make sure she doesn’t run away again.” He replied, unperturbed as he looked at each one more closely and one of the older statements caught his eye. Wait a minute…did that say….Sarah Choi? Does that mean…? Jumin withheld a grin. Gotcha. He needed to run this by Seven and the chief of security. He memorized the heading of the page before his father’s secretary returned to collect what he’d left behind in his mystified stupor.

She couldn’t help the answering outrage at his complete dismissal. “What?! You don’t want to bring her home?”

“I said I want to give her back to V.” Jumin explained as he returned his gaze to the evening sky, it’s darkening hue reminding him of MC’s eyes. He needed to finish his work and fact check quickly if he was to see her before she fell asleep. Would she be excited to see him? Perhaps it was foolish to hope after everything he’d done.

“St–still, you don’t want to see her?” Assistant Kang continued, unable to believe the radical change in Jumin’s behavior.

Jumin rubbed his temples. He had just achieved some measure of peace, but there always had to be something scrambling his brain this week. He didn’t want to think about Elizabeth the Third right now. “I feel like I’ll have useless thoughts if I see her. It’s a bit complicated.” 

“But still…” She protested weakly.

“Assistant Kang.” He turned to address her with a measure of finality, changing the subject.

“Yes…” She looked to him, brows furrowing at his sudden engagement.

“I ignored your efforts when you were doing your research… but it helped. I admit I was wrong. I apologize.” Despite his flat tone, his sincerity was warm and clear. “It must have been very difficult for you to find all of that. Thank you.” He gave her a small smile filled with gratitude before walking past her to finish the piles of work surely waiting at his desk. “Then I’ll get going.”

“Difficult…? Thank you…?” She repeated, certain this was some strange alternate dimension. That, or the man in front of her was surely not Jumin. He was being…considerate? And…grateful?

Jaehee walked out of the conference room in complete stupefaction, opening the messenger robotically to let MC know about the latest developments as she walked to her own desk. Though she was still concerned about Mr. Han dodging his responsibility to take care of Elizabeth–and she had no idea how she was going to break it to Yoosung– she had to wonder if MC had noticed his uncharacteristic behavior.

MC grinned at the other woman’s bewilderment from within the penthouse, elated. Jumin was growing more comfortable expressing himself bit by bit, even without MC’s encouragement.

“Feels as if spring is in the air?” She asked, well aware of the change.

“Spring in the air…” Jaehee halted abruptly on her path as she tested them. “Yes.  I agree…the comforting wind that silently comes to you…“ She added, just as the man of the hour unceremoniously arrived. “Mr. Han;;” She acknowledged with a measure of exasperation. The man was surprising her on all fronts today.

“Jumin!” MC laughed at his sudden entrance, delighted. “I heard the meeting went well.”

“MC, here you are.” The words were fond; thankful that she was There in the messenger. “I’m about to leave soon, so will you wait?” MC smiled at the request. Of course she would, she’d been excited to hear from him all day. She always appreciated Jaehee’s updates, but she wanted to hear the grand tale from Jumin himself. She also sensed a slight melancholy behind the words, as if he was certain he would receive an irritated rebuff for leaving her home alone for so long. Silly man, she couldn’t help but think, you didn’t do anything wrong. She was just fine in his absence, spending her time working and preparing for the RFA party approaching in little more than a day. It was sad to see how certain he was that he didn’t deserve any level of acceptance or acknowledgement, even something as simple as a greeting upon his arrival at home.

Jaehee tried to address what Elizabeth the Third’s living arrangements would be again, but Jumin evaded the subject entirely, saying that they could address it later. He went on to mention something he forgot to address at the meeting earlier, telling Jaehee that he wanted to give her a vacation as thanks for everything she’d done to help him change his father’s mind. Jaehee was largely incoherent for the rest of the conversation as he asked for potential dates, offering her time to mull it over before he returned his attention to MC.

“I miss you so much I can’t stand it.” Appeared in his signature blue heart adorned with roses, charming as ever.

Her heart was melting at the sight of his unrepentant affection, as sure as he was sincere. “I miss you too.” She reassured him.

She could almost feel his desire to dash straight home and forget the tasks that he had planned to complete as soon as she reciprocated the sentiment. “Just wait a bit more.” He implored, though she had a feeling the words were more for himself than they were for her. “I have to visit a couple places…but I’ll go there as soon as I can.” He promised. “Thinking of seeing you at home makes me excited.” He added with a smiling emoji before he took his leave.

MC bid him farewell as Jaehee insisted it all must be a dream. She congratulated her frazzled friend and assured her it was indeed real, beaming at the sight of her joy. When Jaehee exited the messenger to finish her work MC’s gaze lingered on the black screen, a soft smile reflected in the low light. She was so proud of him for paying attention to Jaehee’s efforts and acknowledging what would make her happy, instead of defaulting to what he assumed everybody wanted from him. It was a sure sign that he was beginning to understand how to care about others properly, and why it was so important to develop that understanding.

MC grinned at the door. She was so going to tackle Jumin the second he stepped inside.


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xxluluelix  asked:

The the catTony au what about things like flexibility? Because after having 6 cats I've discovered more than well that cats are water and sleep in the bendyist contortionist positions ever and can sleep anywhere but they're totally not graceful half the time lol while I was typing this I watched one of them fall off a box and look at me like I totally meant that. What about reactions to laser pointers and I can't remember if you've said catnip

Lmao Tony is super flexible and everyone knows it. One time when she was undercover Natasha found him asleep with his legs on his office chair and his chest on his desk and he was literally hanging between the two, snoring. It was horrifying. (He woke up and promptly fell and took half of the stuff on his desk with him but he popped back up and looked at Natasha like ‘of course I meant to do that.’ It was almost convincing enough that she believed it.) Bruce found him with his hips faced one way and his shoulders facing another and screamed. Tony has never really forgiven him for it.

Cats will chase laser pointers when they’re little, but once they grow up to about age ten, they can control the urge. They’re still easily distracted and annoyed though. (Tony has gotten pissed off and swatted a fly right at Clint’s head, hitting him in the temple. Clint forgave him because the fly had been bothering him as well and he knew he’d never be able to swat it. He was just mad that he had had a fly smashed against his head.) Bucky and Steve thought they’d be funny and shine a laser pointer during movie night and that was the night everyone learned that Tony hates it when people purposely distract him because he doesn’t actually need any help in that department thank you. They had to buy a new TV. Bucky never found the laser pointer but he thought it might have been lodged in the TV screen.

Catnip is kind of like a mix between marijuana and mint here. It gives cats a high, but they can also immediately snap out of the high at will, kind of like a real cat with catnip. (This is wonderful I must rub my face on it okay I’m done.) It works best when ingested but inhaling it will work as well. On bad days, Pepper and Tony share a bag of catnip and a box of wine. (”You have, like, fifty bottles of wine,” Clint points out, waving at the wine fridge. Pepper gives him a scandalized look. “I just want to get shit-faced. I don’t want to enjoy it.” Clint can understand. Kinda.) Catnip isn’t technically illegal but it’s definitely frowned upon for cats under the age of eighteen to enjoy it. (It’s kind of understood that cats start using it in college though because of the stress of classes and territory issues.)

2p taking care of a cat

Jason J, Jones/ 2p America:  *is trying really hard to keep the cat away from his dogs, he loves them but he must protect the cat*

James Williams/ 2p Canada: *just kind of stuff it in it shirt

Louis Boneyfoy/ 2p France: *lets the cat lay on his lap and falls asleep*

Oliver Kirkland/ 2p England: *the cat shreds his arm whenever he tries to pet it cause the animals don’t like him*

Sergei Braninsky/ 2p Russia: *has princess watch over it she is a good doggo after all uwu*

Yang Wang / 2p china: THIS IS A KITTY CAT, THIS IS HIS KITTY FAT, IT GOES PAT PAT

Siegfried Beilschmidt./ 2p Germany: *has his giant cat lutz look over it,lutz is now the mom*

Luciano Vargas/ 2p Italy: well…you aren’t so bad *cat falls asleep on him*…great *and the remote is way out of his reach*

Flavio Vargas/ 2p Romano: no no no NO NO , i am not about to get cat hair hair all over my new clothing

Klaus Beilschmidt./ 2p Prussia: *uses a laser pointer to play around with it and keep his rodents in another room*

Kuro Honda/ 2p Japan: *puts it in yang room with the other cats

Ryszard Edelstein/ 2p Austria: …ewww no thanks *hands cat back to owner*

Santiago Fernández Carriedo/ 2p Spain: … this isn’t a duck i have been lied to *hands it back*

Anastasia Braninsky/ 2p Belarus: *she is more of a dog fan so she will just have Sergei look after it*

Maryska Braninsky/2p Ukraine: *watches it as it plays with one of her fish net stockings*…cute

Julia Héderváry/2p Hungary: *pats the cat head when it brings her a dead animal and says* good job

onphs  asked:

Fang is totally playing with Lightning navel piercing isn't she? Love you art. The world needs more fangrai.

I do feel like Fang would be weirdly drawn to it. :D Like a cat and a laser pointer.

Thanks! It really does. The fandom just seems to be getting smaller and smaller. Gotta do my part to keep it trucking along! :P

5 Things Tag

I was tagged by @epunda

(thank you 💎)

5 things you’ll find in my bag: 
- pen
- eye drops
- porte-monnaie
- my phone
- band aids
(I always have a little pharmacy in my bag with all sorts of medications. I can’t help it.)

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom
- books
- printer
- my laptop
- art supplies
- a ceramic owl

5 things I’ve always wanted to do:
- travel to Cyprus, Malta, and Greece
- speak French fluently
- get laser eye surgery to get my vision back
- act in a play
- not be afraid to sing on stage

5 things that make me happy:
- my cat
- staying up past midnight all by myself
- getting high scores on exams
- wearing golden jewellery
- the moon

5 things I’m currently into:
- Arabic literature
- Greek mythology
- Fairuz (always)
- the Phoenicians
- Lebanese movies (that no one takes me to see)

5 things on my to-do list:
- spend more time with my cat
- study for my SAT
- do my summerwork
- make a proper schedule for the above things
- go shopping

I tag @allinfavorsayaye , @celedones , and @nereydes

Black Roses

THANK YOU FOR 400 FOLLOWERS!

In celebration, I wrote a phanfic for you guys. ^^ It’s based off of this post: x

Word count: 1,060

Description: Dan Howell works in a small flower hop in London, right next to a tattoo shop. One of the workers from there, Phil, walks in one day. He didn’t plan on staying for long, but the two boys’ personalities just end up clicking.

ENJOY!

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Dan Howell worked in “Carson’s Flower Shop” in London, England, a small little florist shop that wasn’t usually too busy, but there were enough people that he had to work for most of the day as there weren’t many other workers. Though, if you had seen him on the street, you wouldn’t take him as the flowery type of guy. He tended to wear mostly black clothes, had his ears pierced, had this fringe styled haircut that covered his face unless he constantly pushed it back, played video games and listened to bands like Muse and Fall Out Boy. So yeah, he may mostly have dark clothing, but he was very colourful on the inside.

But because of this, he got pretty strange looks from people coming into the shop to buy flowers.

Not that he was weird, it was just that you would expect an old lady with 17 cats working as a florist, not a 6”2’ adult male wearing a Panic! At the Disco t-shirt with a pink apron over it.

As Dan was fond of the colour black, he always tried offering the large amount of black roses that was supplied to them. It was large because no one has ever bought them from him EVER, no matter what he said to attempt to convince them. That was what he considered his mission: To sell at least one of the black roses. Hopefully it would happen soon. (*Cough*FORESHADOWING*Cough*)

The shop was set next to a coffee shop, which was your generic “#notstarbucks” type of place, and a tattoo shop, which he never entered; though he did sneak peeks in there occasionally when walking to work. He thought about going in and getting a tattoo before, but he didn’t know what he would even get.

It was a slow day for the flower shop, so Dan simply sat in the swivel stool behind the counter, spinning round and round out of boredom. He silently hummed Imagine Dragons songs to himself, letting his feet swing back and forth a bit like a child. That’s when he heard the bell at the door ring, and saw someone step inside. He turned around to see the person who had walked in, only to almost fall off of the stool once Dan saw him.

A man about his height (an inch or two shorter) with jet black hair had walked up to the counter, staring at him with piercing bluey, greeney, yellowish eyes that you could just drown in. He snapped out of it quickly, cursing himself under his breath for staring.

“Er– Hello, how may I help you?” Dan asked the very attractive looking man, his chocolate brown eyes looking into the stranger’s.

“Hi. I was just wondering if I could use your bathroom?” The man replied, moving his hand up to his head push aside a stray strand of hair from his face.

“Oh. Um, yeah, sure. It’s through that door right there he said with a slight hint of disappointment, pointing towards the corner of the room.

The stranger quickly said thank you and walked through the door to the bathroom, leaving Dan frowning slightly. He had kinda hoped he had actually wanted to buy some flowers. He shrugged slightly and turned to the speakers which was playing music into the shop, searching for a song for a minute or two before deciding on Madness by Muse, along with a playlist full of FOB, P!ATD, and MCR.

The man walked out 5 minutes later, heading towards the exit before stopping halfway to stare at the flowers to his left. He turned slightly to touch them, Dan watching as he admired the variety of coloured flowers. After a minute, he turned around to face Dan, giving a small, dorky smile.

“Sorry, I don’t usually get the chance to admire things like flowers.” He said as he shrugged his coat off of his shoulders, revealing his pale skin that was covered in tattoos. “I can’t believe after how long I’ve worked next door that I’ve never been in here. It’s nice..”

Dan looked over his form once more, his tattoos catching his attention. “Oh, you work at the tattoo shop?”

The man nodded as he leaned against the counter. “Mhm.” He paused, looking Dan up and down with a small side smile. “I’m Phil, by the way.”

“I’m Dan, nice to meet you, Phil..” he replied with a smile.

Dan’s eyes then trailed down to look at Phil’s t-shirt, which was galaxy coloured with a laser-eyed cat on the front.

“Nice shirt by the way.” He said to Phil with a small giggle before hopping off the spinny stool to lean against the counter.

Phil looked down at his shirt for a moment before letting out a small laugh, his tongue poking out a bit. He looked up at Dan and shrugged. “Thanks I guess. Just because I’m a tattoo artist doesn’t mean I can’t express my love for cats.” He replied, giggling again.

Both of them suddenly became quiet when Centuries by Fall Out Boy came on and blasted through the store. They quickly looked at one another, staring into each others eyes before singing the lyrics.

“You’ll go down in historyyyy! Remember me for CENTURIES!” They sang together, laughing together once they finished.

“I can see you like Fall Out Boy?” Phil questioned, grinning at the taller man.

“Of course! I mean, who doesn’t like Fall Out Boy?” Dan replied, returning the childish smile.

“You know, Dan, you’re pretty cute.” Phil said with a sort of shy smile.

Dan blushed immensely, looking down bashfully like a school girl before looking back up at him. “Th-Thanks, you’re pretty attractive yourself..”

They continued talking for a while, their personalities kind of just clicking. They conversed about their favourite bands, Dan confessing that he kinda actually liked 1 Direction. They also like the same video games, book series, and movies. They had talked for over an hour, but Phil then stated that he needed to leave.

Phil had written down his number and gave it Dan, causing him to blush a light pink and smile at him.

Phil was about to turn to go before hesitating and looking over at Dan. “I guess it’d be kinda rude to take up all of your time in this shop without buying some flowers, yeah?” He said, taking a look around.

Dan watched as Phil’s eyes scanned the room thoughtfully, not even bothering to insist that he didn’t have to buy any, as he knew that he would do it anyway.

Phil was about to ask for the ones he wanted but he stopped, tilting his head a bit and looking behind Dan, a smile appearing on his face.

“Woah, you guys have black flowers? Is that even natural? Regardless, I think I’d like some black roses please.”

Dan smiled.

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Did you guys like it? This was sooooooo fun to write I love it. I might write a sequel later on. Thanks for reading. ^^

List ten favorite characters (one per fandom/series*LOL NO*) and tag ten people for the challenge

IT WAS RIGGED!!! I SHALL CONTINUE THE MADNESS!…thank you @missgrantscheerleader for tagging me and also the awesome post about cat grant

Not really in order:

1.Kara “im a cute puppy” Danvers

Originally posted by clexakomtrikru

2.Kara “Food is everything” Danvers

Originally posted by ageoflegends

3.Kara “I really love my sister not in a gay way but sometimes in fics it happens” Danvers

Originally posted by jaxnathanielsteller

4.Kara “omg take me, miss grant” Danvers

Originally posted by icantevenchooseafreakingname

5.Kara “I have laser eyes and I shall use them and look really badass” Danvers

Originally posted by anfurnee

6.Kara “I want your mom” Danvers

Originally posted by wistfulwatcher

7.Kara “no seriously I really want her” Danvers

Originally posted by supercatco

8.Kara “im a badass puppy hear me roar” Danvers

Originally posted by jaja-50

9.Kara “its a bird? its a plane? its a puppy!” Danvers

Originally posted by dailydcheroes

10.Kara “confused puppy” Danvers

Originally posted by supercatco

now to tag people @shipitlikeasteamboat @anxiously-sarcastic @residentgeekmonkey @the-eternal-solace @powerbottomshaw @cblgblog

anonymous asked:

i dont have a blog so im telling you this: heres my way of charging sigils! i keep them all written down in a little notebook, and then i point a laser pointer at it and trace all the lines. i use a pen thats also a laser pointer bc of my cat so this is pretty convenient, at least for me ... thought this could be useful for your followers : ) have a good one

THIS IS GENIUS. 

Thank you for sharing - I love it!