Because if you watch the episode with Early everything he says out loud

Bojack Horseman and Rick and Morty: The Hardest Nihilistic Show to watch and the easiest Nihilistic Show to watch

Bojack Horseman is such a weird show for me.

It’s like I need to set a time weeks, or years in advance to sit down and watch it. I’ve only watched the show once but it is so philosophical and life changing and depressing and deep, it’s like I have to set out emotional time out of my day to pick a moment to watch it.

I’ve only watched it once and once was enough to change my entire outlook on life and look at my life from a new angle. 

Where as Rick and Morty is a Nihilistic show too, there are way more laugh out loud moments and tends to make fun of Nihilism. The characters can be deep, while being shallow at the same time. They can be very aware they are in a show. Saying things like: “Was he doing a bit?” things I don’t hear in modern english unless I’m hanging with the theater kids.

A thing that Rick and Morty achieves perfectly with it’s humor is the art of Schadenfreude. Or “Taking pleasure/enjoyment/humor from the suffering of others.” Every single deep moment in Rick and Morty is usually accompanied with a sad or intense song, that you can take in as Horribly deep and depressing, while being hilarious at the exact same time. 

I will take an example from Season One. 

Kind of a spoiler, but this happens very early in season one. It’s like the halfway point of season one, just to establish this show doesn’t fuck around.

The jist of it, is that Rick and Morty ruined the world so badly, that they went to a different universe. A different reality where they died around this time. Accompanied by sad music is Morty coming to grips that everything around him isn’t real and it’s an entirely new reality. Leaving behind a damaged and broken world. And he has to bury his own corpse. So every event in the previous episodes are reconnected or might of not happened in this reality. 

What makes this a very emotional intense scene and an extremely funny one is how juxtaposed Morty is to this compared to everyone else around him. Morty is having an existential crisis about everyone he left behind, meanwhile Reality doesn’t care. Rick grabs a drink, Summer Texts on her phone, his mom and dad argue on the cusp of divorce. Nothing changed. Life goes on. 

I remember the first time I saw this scene when it aired on TV, it blew my mind, while also making me laugh at the same time.

That’s because the show makes it clear Reality doesn’t care about Morty’s extensional crisis. You can take pleasure in his suffering while making it tragic and realistic but funny at the same time. 

And a majority of every emotional scene in Rick and Morty is like this.

There is a moment in season 2 where one character attempts suicide, and while it’s framed in a serious manner, it is also hilarious. It’s not that the show makes fun of suicidal people. (like a tasteless joke in some other adult shows) The inner turmoil is shown and portrayed very seriously. What makes the scene funny, is while the character lies still and alone all night after his failed suicide attempt, the Pathetic Father character Jerry, comes into the foreground, with his weed wacker. A trivial thing he was complaining about the whole episode. Without noticing the character’s pain. “Life goes on. Nobody cares.” Which is seriously sad and funny at the same time.

As I said  Schadenfreude. “Nobody cares. Might as well laugh about it” 

Bojack Horseman has it’s share of funny moments too, it’s writing style in similar format to the Simpsons and typical satire. 

But the comedic moments are usually far away from it’s serious moments.

They have their moments of  Schadenfreude as well. Such as small #relatable moments that make me laughing my ass off due to the delivery. Cause I’m sure many can relate to procrastinating and being lazy as hell on a project or having friends kick your pathetic ass to actually do something.

But when the show wants to get deep, the humor stays far away from the realism. 

There are also suicide attempts in this show as well. And while Rick and Morty can take a look in the mirror and laugh at itself. Like “Nobody cares, might as well laugh about it” This show seems to say: “Life is horrible, we are horrible people, if we don’t take power within ourselves to change. nobody cares. Deal with it.”

Which it a heartbreaking but raw realistic message.

Which is why I only watched the show once and am postpoing watching the newest season as long as I can.

The show is raw, it doesn’t hold back and every deep emotional moment has no comic relief moment to recover.

It lets you breathe in the heavy atmosphere and deal with every screw up the main character commits. 

It’s like if an adult cartoon character had real world negative consequences for his horrible behavior. Friends abandon him, forgiveness is optional, and people die because of a direct result of the main character.

A lot of the problems with myself and with my generation as a whole is that we tend to dissolve blame for things that we are directly at fault for. I know we tend to point fingers at the Baby Boomer generation or society a lot, but pointing fingers doesn’t really help things get better. If you just want to whine and not inspire change. You have to look deep inside yourself and find the will to change.

Something that both shows preach.

“The thing about repairing, maintaining and cleaning is, it’s not an adventure. There’s no way to do it so wrong you might die. It’s just…. work. And the truth of the matter is that, some of us are okay with going to work, and well, some of us rather die. Each of us gets to choose.” 

I love Bojack Horseman and I love Rick and Morty. But one is way more easier to watch then the other. I know a lot of people on tumblr are comparing both shows, but to me, they are equal in greatness, just take a very different approach to the same subject mater. 

I will get to watching Season 4 of Bojack Horseman some day. But not where I’m at right now. 

I am glad I read a few therapy books before watching bojack horseman and rick and morty so I wasn’t too mindblown by the messages portrayed.

I’m emotionally exhausted and angry: Why Sense8 being cancelled is not about losing a good TV show, it’s about what that says about the current state of the world.


My list of favorite shows (other than sense8) includes things like Torchwood and Agent Carter, so clearly I have a thing for doomed TV shows and I’m not new to the feeling of betrayal and lost that comes with your average cancellation, but I believe that sense8 is not your average situation and that’s why it has been trending worldwide on twitter for 8+ hours and it made so many people deeply upset.

Sense8 being cancelled is the entertainment industry equivalent of Trump winning the elections. In Freema Agyeman’s words: ‘A real kick in the teeth for everyone who is striving to make TV more representational & inclusive’. And, because that’s the way media works, a direct reflection of what’s going on in the rest of world right now. And it happened in the fucking first day of pride month, no less.

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Arya and Lyanna Stark

I always found interesting the parallels Martin draws between characters. When it comes to Arya and Lyanna Stark their similarities run to an extreme, and it’s impossible to miss them.  It’s almost like Arya is Lyanna’s clone, the Lyanna of the next generation. And since Arya is the main character and probably the one the author conceived first, I’m betting that the whole Lyanna’s characterization was based on her.

Unfortunately, after the latest game of thrones episode aired I’ve noticed lot of people mixing up Lyanna’s characterization. That comes from her wedding scene in which she’s dressed in a delicate dress and she’s smiling and so she has given the impression that she was actually lady-like to some people. I beg to disagree. Every woman would wear a beautiful dress on her wedding day and she would be smiling (well,unless she actually disliked the groom). 

In any case, since I don’t like to see Lyanna’s characterization being butchered and her parallels with Arya being ignored, I decided to write that meta. So, let’s begin!


Both Lyanna and Arya share the traditional Stark look. That’s not something exclusive to them as Jon, Ned and his brothers all also have the Stark look. However, Ned Stark makes a direct comparison between Arya and Lyanna’s looks, which means that their similarities in look run deeper than just the typical family look:

[…]You remind me of her sometimes. You even look like her.
"Lyanna was beautiful,” Arya said, startled. Everybody said so. It was not a thing that was ever said of Arya.

Later on, Bran Stark sees a vision of Lyanna and Benjen as children and mistakes his aunt for his sister. He has to look at the boy on his vision to realize that the girl isn’t actually Arya (because if she was, then the boy would have to be him).

Now two children danced across the godswood, hooting at one another as they dueled with broken branches. The girl was the older and taller of the two. Arya! Bran thought eagerly, as he watched her leap up onto a rock and cut at the boy. But that couldn’t be right. If the girl was Arya, the boy was Bran himself, and he had never worn his hair so long. And Arya never beat me playing swords, the way that girl is beating him[..].


According to Old Nan all the Starks have wolf blood but it is stronger in some than in others. It’s interesting that among all the Starks we know only Brandon, Lyanna and Arya are linked to the wolf blood in text.

“Ah, Arya. You have a wildness in you, child. ‘The Wolf Blood’ my father would call it. Lyanna had a touch of it, and my brother Brandon more than a touch. It brought them both to an early grave[..]


Everything we know about Lyanna’s personal traits, are characteristics that Arya also possess. I already mentioned the wildness of them in the paragraph above. Another trait they have in common is their eagerness to hold a sword and practice with it.

[..]Lyanna might have carried a sword, if my lord father had allowed it[..]

I didn’t pick a specific quote about Arya and her relationship with swords because anyone who has read even one asoiaf book or watched one got episode knows that Arya carries a sword.

Moving on, both of them are characterized willful. What it makes the parallel more powerful is that in both cases Ned is the one who describes that trait of them.

About Lyanna:

“She was,” Eddard Stark agreed, “beautiful, and willful, and dead before her time.”

About Arya:

[…]This willfulness of yours, the running off, the angry words, the disobedience[…]

Furthermore both of them dislike teasing and they have a strong reaction to it.


The dragon prince sang a song so sad it made the wolf maid sniffle, but when her pup brother teased her for crying she poured wine over his head.


Behind them, Gendry groaned. “Lords and ladies,” he proclaimed in a disgusted tone. Arya plucked a withered crabapple off a passing branch and whipped it at him, bouncing it off his thick bull head. “Ow,” he said. “That hurt.”


Another thing they have in common is that both are brave and they won’t hesitate to interfere when they see an unjust act.  Both of them jumped in to protect a weaker person from their bullies. In Lyanna’s case it was Howland Reed and in Arya’s case was her friend Mycah. I think it is interesting to note that in both cases, the boys they defended were from a lower class than the girls. 


‘'That’s my father’s man you’re kicking,’ howled the she-wolf.“
"A wolf on four legs, or two?" 
"Two,” said Meera. “The she-wolf laid into the squires with a tourney sword, scattering them all[…]


[…] A bright bud of blood blossomed where his sword pressed into Mycah’s flesh, and a slow red line trickled down the boy’s cheek.
“Stop it!” Arya screamed. She grabbed up her fallen stick.
Sansa was afraid. “Arya, you stay out of this.”
“I won’t hurt him … much,” Prince Joffrey told Arya, never taking his eyes off the butcher’s boy.
Arya went for him.
Sansa slid off her mare, but she was too slow. Arya swung with both hands. There was a loud crack as the wood split against the back of the prince’s head, and then everything happened at once before Sansa’s horrified eyes […]


Harwin, whose father was master at horse in Winterfell and therefore knew both girls well, compared Arya’s horse riding skills to Lyanna’s.

"You ride like a northman, milady,” Harwin said when he’d drawn them to a halt. “Your aunt was the same. Lady Lyanna. But my father was master of horse, remember." 


Two girls who enjoy doing “boyish” things actually like flowers? Well, yes they do! What I like about Martin’s characters is that they aren’t one dimensional (unlike the characters of a certain tv series..) and don’t fall on stereotypes. 

Both Lyanna and Arya are fond of flowers.

[..]Ned could recall none of it. "I bring her flowers when I can,” he said. “Lyanna was … fond of flowers." 

None of which stopped Arya, of course. One day she came back grinning her horsey grin, her hair all tangled and her clothes covered in mud, clutching a raggedy bunch of purple and green flowers for Father. 


Many of you will disagree with me on this, because Arya has said that “ singing is stupid” but in my opinion people don’t always say what they mean. Let me elaborate on this.  

First of all, I think it’s necessary to look at Arya’s quote:

"Singing is stupid,” said Arya. “Singing makes noise. We heard you a long way off. We could have killed you.”

As you can see, Arya  declared singing stupid but she also went on to explain why she thought so. According to her singing makes noise and noise is dangerous for someone who wants to remain unnoticeable on the road.

In my opinion, her explanation make it seem like she didn’t dislike singing in general, just that she thought it was a foolish thing to do in their current situation.

Besides, finding singing “stupid” didn’t stop her from enjoying Tom and Hot Pie’s song later on:

Tom and Hot Pie resumed their song on the other side of the brook, with the duck hanging from Lem’s belt beneath his yellow cloak. Somehow the singing made the miles seem shorter.

As for Lyanna, she enjoyed Rhaegar’s song:

The dragon prince sang a song so sad it made the wolf maid sniffle, but when her pup brother teased her for crying she poured wine over his head

I think that I demonstrated why Lyanna and Arya are so similar with all these reasons I provided. It’s interesting that not even Lyanna’s son, Jon, shares so many similarities with her -and he’s certainly not compared to her like Arya is. I’d go as far as to say, that no other asoiaf characters share so many and obvious parallels as Lyanna and Arya Stark.

Ours [Connor Murphy x Reader]

Title: Ours
Pairing: Connor Murphy x Reader
Fandom: Dear Evan Hansen
Requested: yes!
Summary: the squad keeps teasing the reader and Connor for sneaking off to get down and dirty–except, that wasn’t the case at all. Evan sets the squad straight. | Connor taking care of s/o reader with Depersonalization Derealization Syndrome.
Warnings: mentions of sex, alcohol, panic attacks, swearing | POV changes | First person reader | not proof read
A/N: Thanks for such a lovely request, and thanks for giving me so much info on the disorder! I hope I portrayed it correctly, and I hope you like this!

“You all are the luckiest people on the planet!”

I found this hard to believe. It was sort of comical, however, in an only vaguely tolerable way, to see Jared Kleinman kick down the Murphy’s door, juggling several boxes of pizza and a brown paper bag full of God knows what.

“Care to elaborate on that?” Alana called, looking only half way over her shoulder. She and Zoe were on the floor, playing what appeared to be a very intense game of Sorry! They were already in their pajamas–yes, at six in the afternoon–and six of us had decided to have a lowkey party at the Murphy’s, since Cynthia and Larry had evacuated for a romantic weekend. Evan was parked in a recliner, his legs folded crisscross applesauce–his words, not mine–watching the girls’ game with genuine interest.

Connor and I were on the couch, my back to his chest, reclining. He was twitchy, and he had been all evening. I’d briefly asked him earlier if he’d wanted to skip the party, but he’d said no. Still, he laid behind me, combing out my hair with his fingers a little too roughly, his hips shifting uncomfortably every few seconds.

Jared stumbled in, dropping the pizza boxes onto the carpet–earning a loud scream of protest from both Murphy kids, the sound deafening my left ear. Connor felt me flinch and pressed a seamless kiss of apology to my jaw. I felt Evan smile at me from across the room–shy, like he wasn’t sure where to look. I tossed back a lighthearted smile, before turning my attention back to Jared.

“Because, my sweet flower,” Jared began, kicking the door shut and beginning to pull items out of his paper bag, the parcel crinkling annoyingly loud.

“Sweet flower?” Alana squawked, earning a glare from Zoe, who popped the dice unceremoniously and continued to move her peg through the holes.

“I come bearing gifts,” he continued loudly, brandishing his items proudly above his head. “Scotch, condoms, and Cosmopolitan.”

There was a moment of silence, the five of us glancing between the boy in the glasses, his pitiful treasure, and doilies Mrs. Murphy kept on the coffee table.

“I’ll take a slice of cheese,” Zoe called, stoic, Alana reaching around Jared to grab the top box and place it on her lap. Evan and Connor both had to bite down on their laughter at the sight of Jared’s shocked face–shaking beneath me, his breath at my ear, Connor felt like a reassurance that tonight wouldn’t be totally awful.

It wasn’t that I didn’t like our friends, it’s just that since we’d told them we started dating, they’d been a real pain.

“I hold in my fist illegal things!” Jared screeched, tossing the magazine on the floor overzealously. “And you choose to ignore me?”

“My mom owns Cosmos, dude,” I said, rolling over onto my stomach so that I could rest my chin on Connor’s chest, grinning up at him with tired eyes. School had been long for both of us today, and, frankly, I could stand to skip ahead to the part of the night where he kissed senseless in his bedroom.

“There’s wine on the rack, dumbass, and it’s a movie night, no one’s drinking?” Zoe said without looking up from her board game, tugging on one of her braids in thought.

“And who are the condoms for, idiot?” Connor nearly yelled, sitting up and jostling me back into a sitting position, my head swimming for a minute with the sudden movement, before relaxing against the arm of the chair.

Jared’s head swiveled, comically, between Alana, Zoe, and I briefly, before his eyes glued on Evan.

“Boys night?”

No, you creep!

We all laughed for a moment, watching Evan turn a sharp shade of crimson, curling in on himself in the chair. Zoe snorted a little too loudly when she laughed.

It was beginning to get frustrating–not making me sick yet, but any means, but nonetheless annoying. Because I knew what was coming, and it was only gonna piss Connor off–

“I’ll just give the condoms to Connor,” Jared said, throwing the box so that it landed in the empty space between us on the couch. There was suddenly lead in the bottom of my stomach.

Everyone realized, watching with baited breath as Connor eyed the box with firey eyes and a set mouth, a sudden blush creeping up his neck. It could set it off–shit like this had in the past. Still, I think–

“Gross, man,” he said, lightly kicking the box to the floor. His feet were bare tonight, void of the cute socks he usually wore, and after his movement he shoved them under my thigh–either for concealment or warmth, I didn’t know, but I scratched at the back of his calf loyally, letting him know what he did was the right thing.

Proud of you.

He grinned softly at his lap, and I could tell he was proud of himself too.

“What do you mean by that?” Jared screeched, reviving the headache that had started to blur.

“Drop it, Jared,” Alana warned, dropping a handful of green pieces back into the cardboard box, each thunk sending a hot jolt through my head.

“They’re sex machines!” He protested, and I felt Connor nearly choke beside me, drawing his feet away and stuffing them under a cushion. “Are you guys seriously not using protection.”

“Alana said drop it,” Evan said quietly, shocking all of us. “So leave them alone. It’s none of your business.”

“Whose ready for the movie?” Alana covered seamlessly, beginning to set up the tv while the rest of us began to calm.

Connor was shaking, and, away from him, I didn’t feel like he wanted me to reach out and touch him. I waited for the signal, something or anything that was him asking to get out of here, but he never gave it, just curled in on himself and watched the tv with blank eyes.

I shot Evan a smile, nodding in thanks.

What Evan had said was the truth–it wasn’t any of Jared’s business. It had unfortunately become Evan’s business, at one point, making him aware of the glaring fact that no one else in the room seemed to believe could ever be true: Connor and I were still virgins. We hadn’t slept together–and, we hadn’t planned for it in the near future. We just weren’t ready yet.

Not that anyone here would ever believe that.

I’m not sure I wanted them to, either.

Because at least that white lie kept the truth hidden, and maybe that’s the way it would stay.


“Unpopular opinion: this movie sucks.”

“I agree.”

“We can’t watch romantic flicks or Mr. and Mrs. Murphy get ideas and leave early. This shitty sci-fi shit was all I had on hand.”

“Pass the alcohol, I changed my mind about what kind of party this is.”

Their voices were loud, pounding noises against my skull without really making any sense as to what they were saying at all. The dark should’ve helped, or I thought it would, but the high saturation neon colors and loud artificial gunshots on the television screen paired with the nonstop chatter of our friends made it difficult to concentrate, difficult to breathe. Everything was too much at once.

It was like living in a glass box, everything around me was vibrate and loud, amplified to the nth degree–but none of it felt real. Connor was staring unattentively ahead, his hands twitching in his lap. He hadn’t touched me all night. It usually wasn’t a big deal–I knew he was doing it to avoid the constant teasing about our PDA. It was starting to set him off, I could tell. Still, I just wanted a reminder I was real.

I decided to screw it, all their comments be damned, reaching out for Connor’s wrist as the signal.

His eyes snapped up to me immediately, concerned, his pink mouth forming an o. My hands were numb. He rose without a work, linking our hands and dragging me from the room.

“Where do you two think you’re going? It’s a little early to fuck, isn’t it?”

“C'mon guys, can’t you watch the movie? I don’t like knowing you’re doing that while I’m in the house.”

“–and Connor, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s–”

I had barely contained my sobs by the time Connor shut the door.


“You guys shouldn’t do that,” Evan glared, turning off the movie and setting the popcorn bowl aside.

Jared snorted. “We shouldn’t do what? They’re the ones running off to screw each other’s brains out. It’s gross. We’re in the house. It’s bad enough they’re all over one another at school.”

“Yeah,” Alana agreed. “I mean, if they don’t want to hear us complain about it, why do it?”

“I can’t believe she can stand to touch my brother,” Zoe groaned. “He was being a real dick tonight.”

“You guys are so stupid!” Evan nearly yelled, shocking the other three with his uncharacteristic outburst, burying his hands in his usually neat hair. “They aren’t–they’re not–”

“Breathe, baby, breathe.”

His hands were roaming all over, pressing to my chest, watching his hands rise and fall too rapidly. I needed to slow down, breathe deeper. His eyes were concerned, hair falling into his face from where he leaned over me, knees on either sides of my hips. His hands scrubbed quickly at my shoulders.

“Feel me? I’m right here, you’re right here, we’re fine. Fuck, I love you, I’m here.”

It helped–he knew how to help, when it all became too much for me to handle. Touching me–it keep me grounded, reminded me what reality was, where it was. Connor was safety, I knew.

He leaned down, pressing his temple against my jaw, pressing kisses down my neck. We took turns like this–when he overheated, I was there for him, and when I had a bad episode, he was there for me.

“I’ve got you.”


“What do you mean they aren’t having sex?”

“Let go of my shirt, Jared!”

“How do you know they aren’t having sex?” Zoe demanded. The three of them had Evan cornered, cowering into the wall. Evan’s bright pink face heated considerable.

“I walked in on them once? It was at school, after they, uh, left us. It’s not really any of my business–”

“Spit it out.”

“Whenever, uh, she doesn’t feel well–they have this code, she told me. Whenever Connor is upset or paranoid or she has a bad episode–”

“Episode?” Zoe asked, eyebrows scrunched. Evan paled.

“She never told you? She has Depersonalization Derealization Syndrome. Um, from what she explained it’s, uh, a lot of sensory overload–too loud, too bright, too everything–and she gets these episodes where stuff doesn’t seem real, I guess? I’m not sure I’m explaining it right.”

“I’ve heard of that, I think,” Alana said brightly, her face pinched.

“Oh, crap,” Zoe whispered, “and we’ve been making fun of them this whole time?”

“Well,” Jared sighed. “I feel shitty. Feel even shittier knowing Connor isn’t getting his dick wet, like, at all–”

“Just stop giving them crap,” Evan grumbled. “They don’t deserve it.”

“Yeah,” Zoe nodded sagely, scrubbing a hand over her face. “Yeah, okay.”


“Feeling better?”

“Mhm,” I sighed, leaning back into Connor’s touch. He was wrapped around me, our foreheads bumped together under his sheets. He leaned up to sneak a peck at my lips.

“I’m sorry about them,” he apologized again, squeezing my hands in apology, leaning in again to press a lingering kiss to my cheek, earning a giggle.

“Don’t be. Thanks for every.”

He smiled softly, his jaw clicking softly, eyes soft. “Always for you, sweet girl.”

“Don’t get too sappy,” I warned. “They’ll get suspicious.”

“I’m allowed to be sappy when no one is looking,” he protested, kissing my jaw. “I love you.”

“Love you more.”

“Not possible,” he protested, finally leaning forward to seal his lips with mine, his hands grabbing softly at my waist. Connor was safety, I remembered, and I love him more than anything for it. The others could say what they liked–I wouldn’t trade him for the world.

Such Beauty to a Sore Eye - Jonathan Crane x reader oneshot

Fandom: Batman, DC comics
Warning: Swear words
Pairing: Jonathan Crane x reader
Summary: Crane stalks reader and she’s a lawyer against him in court.


A/N: I got too carried away with this one, but it was fun writing. I hope you’ll enjoy :D

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Baby Bumps - Jughead Jones Imagine (Riverdale)

Originally posted by dailycwriverdale

Warnings: pregnancy, miscarriage scare 

Request: hi!!!!! I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the reader is having Jughead’s kid (they’re maybe still in high and you can decide whether he was involved with helping the reader through her pregnancy or not and whether they’re a couple) and jughead gets a call or is told something’s wrong but it ends up being a false alarm and everything is okay and just fluff ok that’s really all (that’s a lot I’m sorry…) thank you! 

Summary: Jughead and the reader are having a baby together during their senior year after a heated moment 7 months earlier. The readers falls down the stairs while at home and Jughead gets a phone call in the middle of class. 

A/N: I really liked this idea, thanks anon. I hope its everything you wanted and more :) 

Your POV 

You can’t see your ankles. Well, if you spread your legs out wide enough you could see where your ankles should be, but aren’t. Pregnancy is sooo annoying, first you need to pee all the time, then the baby decides to play soccer in the middle of the night and now your ankles have swelled to non existence. Its not that you not happy you’re pregnant, you’re actually really happy that you’re having a baby. Especially with my devoted boyfriend of 2 years, but you just can’t see your ankles. Well, now your ankles match the size of your feet you try to reason with yourself humorously. You move you ankles out again. Nope. Still too big and non existent. 

You spend about half an hour focusing in your enlarged ankles. You contemplate getting up before your baby decides to make that choice for you. Sighing, you try to sit up but even in your bored, distracted state you know it’s fruitless without Jughead. Manoeuvring yourself to the edge of the bed, taking up a total of 10 minutes (you were counting), you move your legs off the bed. 

Making sure your swollen feet are stable and you roll off the bed, falling into a kneeled position on the floor and pushing yourself up with your knee. ‘Well that’s my daily workout done for today’ you sarcastically think as you waddle your way into the bathroom. After doing your business and again using unusual methods that resulted in you feeling like you ran another marathon, you sit onto the bed and position yourself so you can get up again without exerting yourself anymore than you need to. 

After watching a couple of episodes of Jane the Virgin you start to get really hungry and crave burrito. You’ve never actually had a burrito but you love Mexican food and you you’re really craving one so you decide to get up and go downstairs to call around and try to find a place that makes burritos. As you’re waddling your way through your house, about halfway down the stairs you trip over your enlarged feet and nonexistent ankles and fall down the rest of the way. Grabbing your phone from your bra, you quickly text Jughead. 

Fell down stairs can’t get up pls call ambulance 

Jughead’s POV 

Jughead’s in the middle of his maths class when he feels his phone buzz in his pocket. When pulls it out he sees a text from you and quickly unlocks his phone, worrying that something is wrong. 

Fell down the stairs can’t get up pls call ambulance 

His senses go into overdrive fearing the worst for you and the baby. 

Babe, I’m gonna go call. Please hold on. 

After seeing no immediate reply he quickly gets up in the middle of class, asking if he can leave early because he doesn’t feel well, he packs up his stuff and races out of the school and to his and your shared house. After calling the ambulance, while sprinting to you from the school, he barges into the house and sees you lying on the floor, knocked out cold. Milliseconds later, he hears sirens and 2 nurses carrying a stretcher enter the house. In what felt like the slowest minute in his life, Jughead finally enters the ambulance with you, grasping onto your hand tight. 

“I’m here (Y/N), I’m so sorry I wasn’t with you to being with,“ he mumbles to you while he strokes your hair. He keeps apologising the whole way to the hospital. Once they reach it, they escort him to the waiting room while they run you into the ER, making sure everything with you and the baby are fine. 

Jughead can’t help but pace in the waiting room, worry overcoming him, only making him pace even more. He knows worrying won’t help, but he doesn’t want to lose the only things in the world that matter the most to him. Half an hour later Archie, Veronica and Betty run into the waiting room and sit down, watching Jughead as he loses his grip on his usually calm and level mind. 

“(Y/N)(L/N)” a voice loudly calls as the room falls silent. Jughead races over to the doctor, Archie, Veronica, and Betty all hang back knowing that Jughead should have some alone time with his girlfriend before they start fretting over her. 

“Doctor, is everything alright? With her and the baby?“ Jughead uncharacteristically rambles out, too worried to care. 

“Everything is fine, she nearly lost the baby, but we managed to keep them in and so she’ll have to be on bed rest for the rest of the pregnancy." 

“Yes, of course. Is she awake? Can I see her?" 

“Yes she is, she’s in room 118," 

“Thank you doctor,” and he rapidly walks over to 118 and barges into your room, not caring about how loud he was being. 

“(Y/N),“ he breathes. 

Your POV 

“(Y/N),” you look up at the sound of your name and smile at you boyfriend whose disheveled hair peaks from his beanie, revealing to you his worried state. 

“Juggy,“ you sigh opening your arms for him. He doesn’t hesitate and walks straight into them holding you tightly too him, almost afraid that if he let’s go he’ll lose you. 

“I was so worried about you both,” he mumbles into your hair, kissing it between sentences, “we nearly lost them." 

“But we didn’t, and everything is fine with me and the baby. All that happened was that I tripped down the stairs. There was nothing to fear,” you try reassuring. Your words comfort him a little but he’s not so desperate as to believe everything you said. 

“(Y/N) your “little” fall could’ve cost you the baby and possibly you,“  

“You wouldn’t have lost me,” “No, but you could have been badly injured," 

“True, but let’s not focus on that. Let’s focus on the fact that our little family is alive and well- ow! and and still kicking. jeez,” chuckling at your statement, Jughead reaches down and places his hand on your stomach, starting to rub circles. 

“I know you’re glad I’m here too little one, but there is no need to keep hurting your mama,“ he says smiling at you. You smile back and realise that despite everything, nothing could ruin your little family. Almost as if he was reading your mind, Jughead leans towards you and kisses your lips. 

“I love you beautiful,” he mumbles against your lips. 

“I love you more,“ 

“Not even possible." 

A/N: Y/N = your name 

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I finished watching Cheese in the Trap a couple of days ago. First of all, I am so in love with this drama, it’s excellent. It has everything - romance, humor, mistery, great acting, which is the most important, and character diversity. It’s pretty much dynamic, which makes it easy to watch, and not only that but 1st ep is more than enough to make you addicted…

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If you had to choose between faction loyalty and your family, which one would it be? Which one becomes your undoing?

Chapter 1

Originally posted by rihqnna

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                    He says, “Oh, baby girl, don’t get cut on my edges

                    I’m the king of everything and oh, my tongue is a weapon

                   There’s a light in the crack that’s separating your thighs
                   And if you wanna go to heaven you should fuck me tonight.”

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3| Pas De Deux

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Ballet au, Romance, Angst
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 2811

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You woke up to the loud sound of banging on the door. Groggily you glanced at the clock next to you. Six thirty. Who the hell was waking you at this unearthly hour? You moaned and rolled over, pulling your pillow onto your ears. “Shove off!” You mumbled, right before you realized where you were. Ballet School.

Crap! You shot up in bed to find the whole of dorm staring at you. They were already out of bed. You spotted Minjee further down. She was smirking at you, and then she turned her gaze to whoever was standing at the door. You flipped a round in bed.

Madam Hyejin stood there with her hands on her hips. “Good Morning to you too, Miss (Surname).” She said curtly.

“Oh crap – I mean, sorry.” You shut your mouth before anything else could get out.

“Am I a little early?” She chimed, then glanced at her watch. “Shall I come back at say, ten?” You heard Minjee snigger behind you. You threw off your duvet and stood up, trying to look dignified in your blue and white polka dot pyjama pants and singlet.

“Sorry, Madam…I’m just not used to this.” Yeah, it sounded seriously feeble.

She raised a perfect eyebrow at you, then turned her attention back to the dorm. She clapped her hands. “Hurry up!” She ordered, and left the room.

Minjee snorted and burst into laughter. “Good job (Name).”

You pulled a hand through your messy hair, rolling your eyes. “Shut it, snarky.” You muttered, and opened up your trunk to find some clothes. It was still dark outside. You didn’t do early mornings well, and grumpiness was part of the package for waking up early. But not to Madame Hyejin. You cringed mentally. God! You quickly yanked out a black v-necked camisole, leo, pale pink tights and a cardigan and knitted shorts for between classes. The academy’s dress code wasn’t too strict – so long as your leo was predominantly black and you had pink tights, everything else was alright. Then you headed for the showers, knowing people would almost certainly be laughing at you in the dorm.

The warm water was just the wakeup call you needed. You stretched and rolled shoulders as the water cascaded down your back. You were starting classes today…the thought sparked the first of many nervous pangs in your belly. Oh god, what would your teachers think of you? What would everyone else think of you? What if you were seriously bad? There was a reason why you had been put with the first years.

You shut off the shower and got changed, just praying that you weren’t going to make an utter fool of yourself today, though of course, you reminded yourself, you already had achieved that. Then you pushed your hair back and twisted it into a simple bun. The girls around you were doing intricate plaits down their scalps and weaving in ribbons which matched their leos. You sighed, looking at your plainness, then you coated your head in hairspray and left.

As soon as you got back to the dorm, Jiwoo came up to you, grinning. “If I say Good Morning, will you bite my head off?” She tried saying it with a straight face.

You rolled your eyes but grudgingly smiled back. “I’m really not used to this whole waking up early thing. My old school started at quarter to nine.”

“Well, you better, because Minjee’s going to wet herself laughing like she was.”

You sighed. “So what do we do now? Run ten laps?”

She laughed. “Dorm inspection. Make your bed, tidy up your area, make sure you look tidy.”

“I never saw the point in making beds.” You muttered.

“Try telling that to Madame Hyejin, she’s a perfectionist.”

“Like every ballet teacher.”

She nodded. “Indeed.”

You began straightening out your duvet. You were just tugging the last corner when she walked in. “Ready, ladies?” It was a rhetorical question. She marched right in, stopping in front of people and pointing out if their tights were laddered or if their hair was messy. It made you feel as if you were in the army. Perhaps a salute was in order.

When she reached your bed she nodded at you, in recognition of your screw up earlier. You knew the whole room was waiting for her to pour her sarcasm all over you, but she just gave you a once over and moved. Thank God.

When she’d finally finished, she walked back past the beds, her heels clicking on the floor. “Have a good day, girls!” She said happily, with a flounce of her arms the proceeded to walk out the door.

“Jeez, these teachers are so unpredictable.” You told Jiwoo as you walked down to breakfast. She’d dressed in the same black and green leo from yesterday, her hair done up in an elegant swirl.

“Oh I know.” She said. “But they’re very good – strict, but good.”

You took a deep breath, nerves thrumming again. “I hope they don’t murder me today.”

“Why should they have a reason to?”

“Ugh!” You moaned, putting a hand to your head. “I’m sure they’ll find one.”

“You don’t know that.” Jiwoo said.

You entered the dining hall, the sunlight was just beginning to come through the windows. You looked to the teacher’s table, where they sat sipping coffee and reading the papers like they were just sitting in a normal household. It was comical, really. Many people had already finished and were heading out. You watched them go as you collected your fruit salad and orange juice. “Is everyone an early riser here?” You asked.

“Yes, but don’t worry. You’ll learn fast, (Name).”

“Yeah, after today’s episode it probably won’t be a problem.” You muttered.

Jiwoo and you took seats at the same table as last night. At the moment, only Kwangsik was there, dressed in black tights and a tucked in white T-shirt.

“Hey Jiwoo.” He said, smiling at her.

“Hey.” She said back shyly. “…are you good for class today?”

“Yeah.” He said. “You? Mistress Zhang pushed you pretty far yesterday.”

She looked down at her bowl. “I thought no one had noticed.” They lapsed into to a silence. Not exactly awkward, but more like both of them were waiting for each other. You tried not to grin as you began eating your fruit salad. You were glad breakfast was light here. Dancing on a full stomach made you feel ill.

“Hey!” Came that over-enthusiastic voice you had been sub-consciously dreading. “It’s Ballet (Name)!” You turned and tried to smile as Kihyun took his seat right next to yours, putting a bowl of muesli on the table. Like Kwangsik, he wore black tights and a tucked in white T-shirt. “Ready for today?” He asked, turning to look at you.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” You muttered.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be with you all the way.” He assured you.

“Kihyun.” Chastised Jiwoo. “I’m sure she’ll ask if she needs a faithful puppy trotting around after her. Come on (Name), let’s go.”

“Thanks.” You said as you walked up to the first floor.

“No problem.” She said. “Kihyun likes to take ‘nice’ just a little bit too far sometimes.”

“Agreed. So where are we going first?” The knot in you stomach was tightening. You pulled out your schedule. 8.30 – 11.00am: Technique, Studio Eight. “You are in my class, right?”

“Yeah, of course.” She said. “For most things. Are you music level one or two?”

“Two.” You replied. You had gotten to choose that yourself, when registration forms came through. You were alright at piano, and, more importantly, you got rhythms easily.

“Damn, I’m in one.” Said Jiwoo.

You walked down the same corridor you had gone down last night, where you had seen Jimin. Subconsciously you looked to that last door on the left, somehow thinking he might be there, but of course it was just a normal room now, with dancers pouring into it. Finally you reached the room marked 'Eight’ and went in. It was a pretty normal studio, complete with barres and an upright black piano. The floors were shiny and polished, the lace curtains of the large windows pinned back to the white walls. The front and right side wall were full mirrors. Above the mirrors on the front wall was the Academy Crest. The Crest of Kwon Seongmin. You later found out It was in every classroom.

The teacher wasn’t here yet as you pulled your ballet shoes out of their bag and sat down to put them on. Pointe shoes were always both a burden and a gift. A burden because they gave horrible blisters and when you were tired, they hung of your feet like bricks…but when you danced in them. The extra height, the grace of them, it was like you were something more than just yourself. It was also the fact that you could do something most people couldn’t. Of course, this weren’t the case here. Right now, all the other girls were lacing up their pointes as well, and they were just as proficient as you in it.

You glanced at your pointers; they were covered in the traditional pale pink satin, the ribbons winding delicately around the bottom of your legs. You have had them for a few of months now, and they were less than perfect. The fabric was wearing down to reveal the toe box, where your toes were supported. You knew you would have to get new ones. These were the same ones you had used for your audition three months ago. God, so much had happened since then.

The nerves in your stomach were coiled up tight as you stretched. It was the unknown that was frightening. You didn’t know if you would be able to keep up with everyone, if your late entrance into the world of ballet would show up clearly in this prestigious place. It was different when you were in Gwangju. In Gwangju you had been in the advanced class. But that was because there weren’t enough dancers to have a true advanced class, like the seniors here. But to be placed in the bottom class in the school was a hit to you, even when you knew you weren’t really that good.

You sighed and shook your head, trying to rid it of such thoughts. You started trying to play out a tune in your head. Of course it had to be Claire de Lune. Nothing else worked…but then after watching Park Jimin dance to it, it had taken on a whole new meaning, one which you weren’t entirely familiar with and to be honest. Right now you needed familiar.

“Good Morning Class!” Came a loud voice. A woman was walking in, dressed in a long sleeved prune coloured leotard and long black peasant skirt. Her dark brown hair was done up in a high, regal bun. She was followed by a thin man with studious black glasses. He took up his place at the piano without hesitation. The woman, however, stood at the front of the room, her lined face smiling darkly. Everyone stood up and you were quick to do the same.

“Good morning Madam Choi.” Everyone chorused, curtsying or bowing. You looked around surprised, but probably shouldn’t with the room inspections and 'Masters’ and 'Madames’. It was kind of cute…

“Alright, everyone to the Barres. Mister Ghim if you would please.” She indicated to the pianist. He started up a medium, plonky tune. Everyone hurried to the Barres. You felt your heart swell in anticipation. It was good to be back in the studio. “And a one two three four.” Madam counted. “And a Demi plie in first if you please. And down two three four and up two three four.”

You lowered down easily, you legs bending effortlessly, and then up again, feeling the happy pull of your leg muscles. “Grande plie and down two three four and up two three four. Now four more if you please.” She began to walk round the class. “Pick up your arm Miss Sung and now tendus in front in one two three four and side two three four and back two three four. And again. Keep those heads up!”

Everyone continued on and on, the simple exercises that every technique class begins with. The barre lesson went on for a good twenty minutes more before you got to Pointe. “Now ladies plie in two three four and up on the Pointe two three four and down to fourth two three four and up again two three four.” You were onto your platforms and back easily, relieved that you hadn’t failed to get up like you used to.

The lesson continued on the barre for almost the half of it. It was near the end of the barre exercises when Madame Choi drifted over to you, watching as you did arabesques to the best of your ability. It was supposedly simple – just one leg up behind you, but on Pointe things were a bit more challenging. “Keep that arm long.” She instructed, walking round you. “Chin up, very nice, very good. You’re the new one, (Name) (Surname)?”

“Yes, Madam.” You said as you came down from the arabesque.

“Hm, very nice.” She just repeated, and went to the next person.

Feeling your confidence rise slightly, you went onto the centre, where there was no barre to hold on to. Like before, the combinations were simple and then got harder. Much harder, but you seemed to be keeping up. You were tired, though. The longest lessons you had were an hour and a half. This was two and a half, and Madame Choi’s commands was unrelenting.

For the last few combinations, Madame Choi showed everyone the combinations and then called you up in sixes so that you had enough space. “None of you are getting this! It’s four steps then pique left and right then and step turn step turn and two steps grand jete and two steps grande pirouette, then end in an arabesque, left leg back.” She clapped her hands. “Come on, better this time!”

You somehow ended up in the front row with Minjee on your right and Seohyun on the left. “Alright and a one two…” You stepped up to point, then did those tiny steps across the floor, your arms rising and falling, then two quick steps out on either side. Then you launched into a leap, feeling the air whoosh past you. You felt so free! “Keep those legs strong Miss Ahn! Very nice Miss (Surname)! And now a step turn, step turn step turn, and into the pirouette. Good keep it going and arabesque!”

You let you leg out behind you, balancing on just the toes of your right foot. “Now hold it, hold it!” You heard Minjee drop away on your left. “Hold it! Hold it girls!” Your leg felt sore, but you toughened your resistance, reminding yourself to breathe. You heard the others break behind you, but you held on, breathing in and out, in and out.

“Ow!” You heard Seohyun cry. The piano stopped abruptly.

“Keep holding it, Miss (Surname).” Commanded Madame Choi quickly, taking no notice of Seohyun. You looked in the mirror, something you strangely didn’t do often, and saw that Seohyun was on the ground, holding her ankle.

Madame Choi gave you an analysing look, as if she was trying to figure you out. You just tried to stay standing, unnerved by her stare. Eventually, as if she’d decided something, she snapped her fingers.

“Mister Ghim continue playing.” The pianist started up again.

“Slower this time, if you please, adage, adage.” He slowed down into a flowing tune.

“Alright Miss (Surname), let me see you to turn, keep your posture, yes, that’s it, all the way round.” By now your leg were getting extremely sore.

“And now down into fourth.” You lowered, remembering to keep your composure, even though you wanted nothing more than to clunk it down and go have a break.

“Alright now into a front arabesque, raising your arms. And a back arabesque, same leg. Very nice. And now step to your left, let’s try a developpe.”

She took you through several more moves, some you hadn’t even done before, but managed to perform. When the music finally finished, your class clapped from behind and you blushed a bright red. “Well done, Miss (Surname).” Said Madame Choi with a short, probably rare smile.

“Alright!” She said, turning to everyone else. “Class dismissed.”

Instead of leaping up and charging out the door like a normal class would, everyone stood straight – aside from Seohyun, who was still on the floor.

“Thank you, Madame Choi.” They chorused again, with the same curtsies and bows. Realizing you were right in her line on sight, you quickly did the same, feeling like a idiot. Then everyone started packing up. You went over to Seohyun who was already being helped by Minjee and Kwangsik.

“Hey are you okay?” You asked.

Seohyun turned her snarky face to yours. “Don’t need you here, show off.” You rolled your eyes.

“It’s just a twisted ankle.” Supplied Kwangsik, with an apologetic smile for Seohyun’s bitterness.

“Right.” You said.

Jiwoo and you then finally sat down together to take off your Pointe shoes. “You were amazing, (Name).” She said, beaming at you. “No one else could get that combination right. And Madame Choi hardly ever takes an interest in someone like that.”

You couldn’t help but smile. After the morning’s stress, you realized you might not have as much to worry about. As Jiwoo and you walked out, Kihyun patted you on the back. “Really, that was great (Name). I wasn’t sure when you first got here, but now I see you’re a great dancer.”

“Uh…thanks?” Wow, that’s really a lovely thing to say… 'I thought you were going to be crap but you were actually okay.’ However Kihyun didn’t notice your slightly-pissed off expression, and kept talking until Jongsoo drew him away to go to their conditioning class.

You pulled your cardigan back on and together Jiwoo and you made your way down to the gymnastics centre. Minjee and Kwangsik were helping Seohyun down the stairs. “We have our own physiologist and doctor.” Jiwoo told you. “They’ll sort her out.”

Having never done gymnastics before, you were at loss to know what to do. Jiwoo had to help you through pretty much everything. The gymnastics teacher, Master Woo was just as unforgiving as Madame Choi, and made you do things again and again until you got them half way 'perfect’. After that class you came out half dead. Your arms were screaming from thousands of handstands and wobbly cartwheels.

After gymnastics, you had a short twenty minutes break to have a snack. You of course sat with Jiwoo and the rest of you classmates. But the time went far too quickly and soon it was time to classes again.

The day went on and on, with the only reprieve being a music class. Otherwise, you were on your feet the whole time. You had never in your life felt so worn out. After music, you went on to Character Dance – pretty much ballet, but focussed more on the attitude and character within the dance. They were in the middle of rehearsing a traditional Scottish dance, and you were far behind. After character, you went into another studio for contemporary. Having only taken strictly classical lessons, you weren’t used to the, waving arms and more modern music.

The teachers took no pity in you and you couldn’t ask them questions. There were in other words, no 'first day of school’ kindness or introductions. Some teachers didn’t even notice the new addition.

When you finally got a round to lunch, you were completely and absolutely drained. Kwangsik, Minjee, Jongsoo and Kihyun were already at the table when Jiwoo and you arrived, carrying your chicken salads and water. “So what have is next lesson?” You asked, stabbing a bit of salad with your fork.

“Ballet History.” She grumbled. “Highlight of the day.”

“Sounds dull.”

“It is.” Jongsoo assured.

Lunchtime passed quickly, with Kihyun’s enthusiastic blather and Minjee’s snarky looks. Every so often you would glance over at Jimin’s friends. You envied them. They were all your age, and yet here you were sitting with these guys. You could only have an interesting conversation with Jiwoo or Kwangsik, though he was really quiet. You hadn’t had many friends in Gwangju, as you were busy with ballet and homework and school.

Ballet history passed with excruciating slowness. Even the teacher wasn’t that enthusiastic about teaching it. You sat there next to Jiwoo, bored as hell. It was half way through when you glanced at your schedule.

3.45 – 5.30 Pas de Deux/partner class.

You shot up straight in your seat. “Jiwoo!” You whispered hurriedly. It took her a moment to get out of her bored doze.


“I’ve never done partners before!”

“Don’t worry, it’s fun.” She whispered back. “Lots of lifts and pirouettes and stuff. And it’s nice with a guy holding you.”

“Jiwoo, I haven’t even kissed a guy. Let alone let him do all those arabesque lifts and stuff.” Your heart rate was coming close to breaking point. “I mean, his hands are like…there.”

“(Name).” She put a hand on your shoulder. “You just have to be professional about it. Whoever it is, he’s just your partner. You’ll be fine. And we don’t do those sort of lifts all the time.”

“Oh God.” You put your head on the desk.

The history class suddenly sped up, and you found myself sitting in yet another studio, tying up your Pointe shoes.

“You’ll be fine, (Name).” Jiwoo was saying. “Don’t worry about it."But the nerves from this morning were coiled tight in your stomach once more. You didn’t know how to dance that close to someone else… You weren’t used to having the restrictions of someone else close to you…oh god, oh god, oh god!

(Name) breathe, you scolded yourself mentally.

But then Kihyun walked over to Jiwoo and you. "Hey (Name), I guess since Seohyun is not here we’ll have to go together.” He smiled at you, as if he expected you to be joyous. You just stared at him.

“I can’t – ”

“Good Afternoon Class!”

Your head snapped a round, recognizing that smooth, rich voice.

A love story to tell the kids

Characters: Changkyun (Monsta X I.M) & You

Setting: college au, slice of life

Genre: fluff

Words: 3048

Summary: You have always dreamt of falling in love with the One in such a unique way so it would be a love story worthy of telling your kids. But you didn’t quite imagined it like this.

Totally inspired by that kindergarten episode of Monsta X-Ray. (And the mall in my town that holds all kind of exhibitions from time to time.)

Dedicated to @restlessmaknae because she deserves all the fluff in the world♥

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Little Problems - Kim Yugyeom x Reader

Originally posted by chattyang

Title: Little Problems
Author: Haru.
Pairing: Kim Yugyeom x Reader


When was the last time he texted?

Her phone was clicked on once again, staring at her dimly lit screen, hoping to receive a notification from Yugyeom.

Yes, maybe he could be busy learning choreography, or spending the time with his hyungs or maybe not near his phone at the moment - all good acceptable reasons to why he isn’t texting after four hours.

There’s no reason to panic.

She put her phone down in front of her, resuming her studies and homework in front of her, busying herself.

Alright, Mathematics, she thought, hovering her purple mechanical pencil over the lined paper, about to write the equation down from the textbook. “If the absolute value of x minus three plus 10x is equal to–” The words started to mix up in her head. Well great, there goes trying to keep yourself distracted, (Y/N).

Alright, plan B.

Taking her phone, she stuffed it into the back pocket of her jean shorts, slipping on her varsity jacket and shoes and out the door. Ah, fresh air; that should do the trick. She slipped her hands into her pockets - thumb sticking out - and started to walk down her driveway and onto the street of the Crescent she resided in.

Her hands couldn’t help but reach for her phone, tapping her screen and making the phone come to life, showing no new notifications. People called that clingy - what a stupid term for it -it wasn’t her fault her brain jumped to horrible conclusions… Okay, she hasn’t gotten that far yet, but it’s slowly getting there. She then slipped her phone back into her pocket and felt her chest tighten slightly.

God, why did this have to happen? Why did ‘it’ decide to come today? Today of all days? The day was -  to a certain extent - decent! And now, here she is, freaking out over not getting texted. What if he didn’t want to text her anymore because her bad habit to double text? Or what if he finally found someone else? Or maybe he hates her? The possibilities are literally endless.

And there goes her mind going to that side of the scale - full freak-out mode.
Calm down, she told herself, taking in the scenery around her. She then started to ground her surroundings around her. Five things she can see; the blue sky that held white, fluffy clouds, owners and their dogs walking, trees with leaves starting to change color, basketball nets that littered the end of the driveway of most houses and her red dragon she got from her dad for good luck. Four things she can touch; her jeans, the gravel beneath her sneakers, her phone in her back pocket and her ball cap that was resting on her head. Three things you can hear; the birds chirping all around her, the sound of a car’s engine from the busy street beyond her crescent and the sound of kids talking and playing basketball. Two things she can smell; barbeque which was probably coming from her own backyard since her father was BBQ-ing and the manure on the grass which was spread this early morning. One thing she can taste; the saliva in her mouth which was tasteless.

And mind slowly calming down; there is no reason to assume he hates us, no, he’s just busy.

Keep telling yourself that, honey.

“He’s just, uh, busy,” She spoke out loud, not wanting her thoughts to get the better of her. Speaking to herself was - even though she practically looked insane to half the people who walked by her - more calming and much more safer than staying in her mind. “Yeah, that’s all, he’s just busy.”

Or, he’s just over–

Her phone ding-ed. Oh, please be Yugyeom.

Recieved 3:45pm
Yugyeom: Jagi! I’m sorry for not texting, are you alright?

Alright? Uh, yeah, let’s go with that—

Sent 3:48pm
(Y/N): Oh, yeah! Sorry about the double texts

Sent: 3:49pm
(Y/N): I had free time during 4th period and didn’t know what to do so I texted you–

Recieved 3:53pm
Yugyeom: Alright? I’ll be home by 7:00pm, okay?

Sent: 3:57pm
(Y/N): Alright! I’ll see you then, Yugy!

And now, back to trying to do math at home without stressing out or getting de-motivated, Part Two!

“And, done.” The female sighed, finishing up re-checking her work and re-reading her notes she had made in class. Hopefully the way she had done the problems were correct. 

Pushing her chair back slightly, she stood up and walked over to her closet, picking out her PJs, quickly changing out of them quickly. Her phone then buzzed as the alarm went off, signalling that it was now 7pm, around the time Yugyeom had said he was going to be. Great, her smile slowly made its way onto her face as she made her way out of her room, making sure to take her phone with her before going downstairs and sitting on the couch. “What to watch?” She asked no body in particular as the TV was pressed on. Turning on Netflix, the girl scrolled through what was on her list - anime, British TV shows, Supernatural, Superhero movies or Disney - and clicked on Supernatural. That should probably keep her entertained as she waited.

The first episode was halfway through.

A full episode of Supernatural is 43 mins. Half of 43 is–

“Didn’t he say 7pm?” She thought out loud, glancing over to her phone which she had placed next to the table beside her. Clicking it on, the phone displayed the time as she paused the video - which was horribly paused at the wrong time of Dean Winchester making a horrible derp face - and got up, walking over to the window which displayed the front of their house, including the front yard - which needed to be trimmed soon - and their driveway. She bit her lip as she laid the palm of her hand, which wasn’t holding her phone, against the glass.

This is not the time to freak-out. He isn’t that late. Just by a couple minuets. Nothing major. But what if something happened?

“He’s fine,” She told herself, clutching the sleeves of her sweater she was wearing. It was getting to her again, well shit. Her phone fell to the ground with a big thud, which sounded very distant to her.

Please come home soon. She then put her back against the wall, sliding down until her bottom hit the floor and immediately brought her legs to her chest. Her chest tightened. Please get home soon.

Breathing became a little tougher as she laid her forehead against her knees. “In f-four,” She barely managed to say as she started to undergo the breathing exercises she had learned from her counsellor a while back. In four, she inhaled air as best as she could for four seconds, held her breath for four seconds and–

What if he’s with another girl?

Her mind decided to capture her into its arms at her moment of weakness, now in control.

He could be taking long because of another girl, probably on a date with her.

Don’t you think? He wouldn’t be gone this long if it weren’t a date.

He probably got tired of your antics.

“Baby, I’m home,” Yugyeom walked through the door, kicking off his shoes and placing his jacket on the oak coat hanger. “Baby?” He called again, peeking into the living room and found her on the ground. First thing he did, he pulled her into his arms and held her, whispering sweet nothings just to calm her down, running his hands up and down her arms - a little reminder that he’s here - and just held her near his chest, so that her ears could hear his heartbeat, match her breathing with his. “It’s okay.” He whispered over and over, slowly watching her calm down and snap back into reality.


“Kind of,” She whispered, head nestled in Yugyeom’s chest, looking up at him with teary eyes. “Why do you deal with me? You know, all this?” He chuckled at the question, shaking his head side to side at her silliness. He’s answered this a million times every time she’s asked and always gave her the same answer and he would do it every single time she needed to hear him say it.

“Because,” He started off, clearing his throat. “I love you and when I asked you out, I knew what I was getting into.” Yugyeom glanced down at her, wiping the stray tear that had fallen down her cheek with his thumb.

“I knew how you were and I was ready to do whatever I needed to do keep you as mine, jagiya,” He then brought his hands up to her hair, trying to untangle the little knots in her hair. “And I love you to the ends of space and back and nothing, even your mind, will make me run away. No matter what.”

A/N: I really have not been feeling well so I sincerely apologize for everything. Everything’s just a little unbearable right now.


Keep it or Leave it (Part 3)

Prompt: When an early bird and a womanizer are roommates, they come up with a scheme that favors both of them. But some things are not as clear as they seem

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol Poisoning
*If you do feel triggered by something else, let me know so I can add here and warn other readers!

Word Count: 770

Author’s Note: As always, if you see any words that could/should be replaced or sentences that could be better put together please feel free to point it out! English is not my first language and this will help me improve ;)

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Originally posted by dailyevanstan

Your home was silent since 10 o'clock when Bucky went out to his Saturday night fun.

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First Goodbye-Zig x MC Fanfic

Hey, folks! So, I’m back with more Zig x MC love…yippee!! Ya’ll know how I roll. Anyway, this is the first of a two part story. Basically, I’ve kind of re-imagined what might happen if, instead of the group road trip we’re seeing in canon, we have the suitemates (including MC)  going home for the summer while Zig remains in Hartfeld to work. This one is rated T and I hope ya’ll enjoy it!

Summary: Zig and MC are spending their last night together before she returns home for the summer. How will they cope with having to say goodbye for the first time in their new relationship?

All of the other suitemates had already headed home for the summer and she and Zig were parked on the couch, a half empty pizza box on the coffee table and a couple of empty soda cans beside it. They’d watched a few episodes of The Crown and The Flame and Zig had liked it more than she expected him to. But with each minute that ticked off of the clock, her unease grew until she began brooding. As the ending credits of the episode played, Zig nudged her.

“I can’t believe I’ve never watched this before! Did you see that guy with the fire power?!”

“Dom?” she replied absently. He nodded vigorously.

“He has no idea what’s happening now but he’s going to be a beast later! I can tell!”

She nodded, too lost in her own thoughts to even pretend she was paying attention. She failed to notice Zig’s eyes narrow in concern as he flicked off the TV. But his words immediately brought her to attention.

“What’s going on? This is our last night together before you leave for three months and you’re not here with me.”

He was on the edge of sounding agitated but still had enough of an inquisitive tone to not come off too angry. Still, she could tell he was working really hard at maintaining his tone. She shook her head in defeat.

“I’m so sorry, Zig. I just…I’m dreading tomorrow. I don’t want to go.”

She looked up at him then and she knew how forlorn she must have looked. It hurt to imagine the distance that would soon be spread between them. His expression immediately softened.

“I know. It’s been on my mind too. But I don’t want to spend these last few hours we have together being depressed about the fact that it’s the last few hours we have together.”

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whatta man  -  jun || pt.1 (M)

summary; plain jane + makeover by amazing best friend + whole new you + bad kid = a cliché falling in love story at a party??

genre; hmmmmmmmm teen party angst but the rest is a mystery ;)))))

Mature content warning?? maybe that gives you a little hint to the genre??

a/n- wow i’m actually writing something proper for seventeen dear lord i hope this does well this has been gathering dust in my drafts for well over a month i realllllllllllllllllly went to town with this one wow also i’ve only written 2 things for jun so that needs to change

Part 1? Yeah part 1.

12AM. You should be asleep. Safe and sound in your bed, with your rather large bunny plush that you won that time at the fair with Joshua. But no. Seungkwan. Your friend– sometimes you question that statement before- had picked you up from your house, asking you if you wanted to take a little trip to the local McDonalds. You would be lying if you weren’t shit scared, but you were also curious as to why he goes to McDonalds at 2 in the morning. 

“Seungkwan why are you taking me to McDonalds…I want to sleep….”

“You can…we just have to pick someone up.”

“Why did I have to come along though…?”

“Safety in numbers.”

“Seungkwan…this car is bulletproof. Your dad even mentioned it–” 

“Oh, he’s here. Jun!”

You hear Seungkwan shout out of his side of the car, leaning out a little bit.All you can see out of the window was a dude running towards the car with a bag of McDonalds in his arms. You’re honestly so confused about who this dude was, until you heard his voice.

“Hey, so I got your stuff– is that Y/n?”

“Hm? Yeah, I asked her to come along so she could keep me company…I kind of woke her up though…”

Just one snooze from falling asleep, you woke up to hearing your name being called out. You rubbed your eyes a little, before noticing that he was getting in the back with you. You knew exactly who it was. Wen Junhui. Infamous for messing about with people. A lot. You didn’t know how Seungkwan became friends with him in the first place, and you were curious to find out. 

“Hey Y/n, how’ve you been? I haven’t seen your pretty face in ages.”

“Hey…I’ve been good…I’ve just been busy with college and stuff.”

You lied. You merely blushed at the fact that he called your face pretty, but you were still unsure of him. Yeah. Like what was mentioned before, Wen Junhui was known for messing about with people in high school, and even now you were hearing about the rumours that he was still messing about with girls of all sorts from before. Yeah, even you. Ok so he asked you once to come back to his place after your group of friends merged with his, and you two were the only ones left at the park that day. You weren’t the type of girl to….fuck around…and you still aren’t, if the occasion ever arose that he would ask you again. A couple minutes later and you were sick of the silence that was being produced by everyone not talking, so you spoke up, glancing over to Jeonghan.

“So…why are you out so late?”

“Well…you know…I was round a friend’s house…we were just chilling and I didn’t exactly have a ride back home, so here I am.”

Correction; I was banging a girl and had no way of getting home and the closest person who had a car was good ol’ Seungkwan.


“You’re coming to the party, Seungkwan?”

“Party? Oh yeah, when is it again?”

“Next week friday.”

“Yeah we’ll be there, don’t worry.” 

Seungkwan assured, pulling up beside the curb, stopping slightly. You heard the word ‘we’. You were hoping that he meant himself, Mingyu and Seokmin, but knowing those two they’re probably already going. Seeing Jun get out the car was weird. You focused on what he was doing, especially all the little things he did, like fixing his..beautiful…pretty…blonde hair. Shit. Y/n stop. No. Bad Y/n. He leered back to you and gave a sultry smile, his hand placed near the top of the car, gripping it tight. A slight lip bit to the side, then his eyes locked onto you.

“Well, I’ll see you two next week. You are going, Y/n?”

“Oh…I’ll be there. See you later Jun.”

What in gods earth was that? Were you trying to be sly and mysterious…sexy….? Just like him…? Or were you just nervous? Or were you lying all together? Looking back, Jun handed you the last of his fried with the dip, also handing you a wink to go with those fries. That mere blush turned into a deep one, as soon as the car door was slammed shut. You surveilled his every movement, leading up to him walking into his house. You turned back to the front again, where you happened to notice Seungkwan eyeing you in the overhead mirror. THe car then started up again, en route to you humble abode. Luckily your parents were out of town for the month so they would have no idea about any of this. You then remember- we. 


“Yeah…it’s would be fun, and you said yourself that you were going to go.”

“But Seungkwan, that was in the moment of it all and there was a lot of lip biting coming from him on his behalf and I’m kind of a sucker for that and of course I said yes and I’m digging myself a bigger hole here.”

“You really are it’s hilarious. Have you been to any parties before?”

“Well yeah–”

“Proper parties. Ones with alcohol, set in the quiet neighbourhoods with the toilet paper on the roof?”


“I know you’ve had alcohol before, because I bought it for you. What are you going to wear?”

“I’ve think I got something in mind.”

“That’s dangerous. No, leave it to me.”

“Seungkwan, are you sure?”

“100%. I’m gonna make you look so good that Wen Junhui will drop his drink and go straight to you. He’s going to be like–damn…she looks good.”

“Seungkwan you don’t have to…really you don’t.”

“Just watch you can’t stop me Y/n.”


You let an unimpressed sigh as the car quickly slots into the curb again, right next to your place. You get out, phone and fries in tact, outfacing Seungkwan as he winks to you and smiles like a little child. You missed the days of just being kids, but now, what the world really cared about was how fucked up you can get, and to see who splits the condom first and ends up making a family they never wanted. Simple plans, executed really, really badly, and early too. With every day that went past, Seungkwan seemed to be messaging you about these…parcels that he’s been getting, and just using the two eye emojis with every picture. And with every picture your nervous interior got a new makeover of emotions to go along with each day. And finally, it came to Friday. The day of that party. What fun. 

“Today’s the day…..let’s see who gets wasted first..Seokim or Soonyoung?…I’ve always heard stories about them two getting absolutely smashed but never really seen it myself…”

Seungkwan had asked you to go get washed and stuff before he comes round at 4, and like a puppet, you did. You washed your hair, you shaved, you even exfoliated and put that nice Victoria’s Secret Hydrating Cloudberry body lotion on. You never exfoliate anything, and you never touched that bottle of lotion that your friend gave you before. So….what fucking gives? Was Seungkwan right? The night before he had texted you about wanting to impress Jun, but you had no interest in that at all, even though he made your heart flutter nearly a million times when you saw him. But suddenly there’s this overwhelming urge to….need his attention, all of a sudden? Why were you craving his undivided attention? Was there a need to make people jealous? You had to admit he was a little grease ball. In fact that was his nickname in high school. But his way with words had you drawn in. F u c k. Everytime he spoke, there was a new feeling of wanting to hear that voice all the time. And to hear that voice from above you, too. Double f u c k. Soon enough, you hear the doorbell ring as you’re drying your hair, and you walk downstairs to hear not one, but three voices. Your idiots were here. The main one being Seungkwan, of course. You tugged a little at your shorts, since it was gluing itself to your skin because of your tacky, still slightly damp skin. You open the door and a flurry of hellos and heys were given your way. You didn’t expect Seungkwan to bring friends. but it was a nice thought, since it was still early. 

“Y/n. You, me, upstairs now. It’s showtime.”

“Yeah…ok but because you used that word so many times in the last week, I’m scared.”

“Y/n, don’t be, there is everything in here. Everything.”


“Oh yeah, everything. Now come on!”

Another sigh absconded from your mouth, as you started to walk back upstairs to your room, with Seungkwan coming along. And who should follow? But Seokmin and Soonyoung. Seungkwan noticed just before entering and started to close the door. Soonyoung put his hand between the door and the frame, with Seungkwan stopping to close the door on the way.

“Hey, hold on, don’t we get an input in what she wears?”

“Soonyoung you horny corndog you’ll say yes to everything she wears, even if she wasn’t wearing anything.”

“What about me?”

“You’re no better than him, mr I-can’t-believe-she-left-me-oh-wait-there-she-is-hold-my-drink-I’m-going-to-grind-on-her!”

“That was one time, let it go!”

“That one time also lead you to asking a dude if you could look at his nuts. nad even know he had a pack of monkey nuts in his hand we all knew what ones you were talking about!”

“It was an accident!”

“Oh really? Ok Soonyoung, remind me of the time that you took a girl into the bathroom and ‘accidentally’ whipped your dick out! Tell me Soonyoung, did she suck you off well enough for you to not regret it?”


“AH. I rest my case.”

Seungkwan sighed, watching what you were doing behind. Whoa…..he had the receipts and everything. All he needed was the loud laughter, the large wigs and contour that could slice a bitch to go along, and then this could have been another episode of UNHhhh with Trixie Mattel and Katya Zamolodchikova. You were quite curious as to what Seungkwan was saying, actually. 

“What are they asking?”

“If they could come in and give input that is use–”

“Oh, that’s fine. They can come in as long as they don’t break anything.”

Walking to your bed, you wondered what was in the bag, glancing over to see the three boys enter her room and stand before her. Seungkwan had this…sort of smirk on his face, mixed with a grimace. He brought his bag up to the bed, opening it up. Inside was a multitude of different clothes, in plastic packaging. 

“Because I missed your birthday I managed to get these clothes for you. The lady said that she could have them delivered pretty quick, so that was a good thing. First of all though, it needs to match your style…librarian.”

“Just because I read books doesn’t mean I’m a librarian….”

“You and Wonwoo spent 6 hours in that bookstore. 6. Hours.”

“I like reading, ok?”

“Right….so your look is close to the kind of…cute….kind of slightly sexy/aesthetic look right? Not too dangerous but just enough to add a leather jacket or something….make that denim instead.”

“You think so?”

“Of course! You wear those denim skirts right?”

“Yeah, but nothing like these…”

You added, picking up one of the skirts, which was one slit away from being a cat toy. Seungkwan took that one back, laughing nervously. With whatever outfit Seungkwan gave you, you began to become partial to the outfits with the tennis skirts. You didn’t know why, but it just kind of reminded you of the flow-y skirts you used to have when you were younger. Seungkwan managed to also by a lot of accessories with the purchase, so every outfit had a personal touch. In the end, you chose a nice outfit that really did show off your softer side. First things first, you never knew that fishnets could be so comfy but annoying at the same time. So the fishnets were a light dusty pink, with tiny rhinestones placed onto every crossing of the lines. It was actually a very nice accompaniment to the outfit as a whole. The next thing was the white tennis skirt, with the black lines at the bottom of the skirt. Matched with that, there was a light blue top that had this check look to it. On the front it had ‘milk’ sprawled across the front, to emphasise the….aesthetic. Nothing else. Just the aesthetic. White tennis trainers were in as well, so your old pair of Adidas superstars were a perfect touch. Somehow…….Seungkwan made an outfit that you really liked. 

“Wow. Jun won’t be able to take his eyes off you!”

“This isn’t for Jun…”

“Something is telling me it is, you look really good Y/n.”

You handed a smile over to all three of them, before looking to the watch that was still on your wrist. Seungkwan noticed the watch as well, thinking if it would go with the outfit. And in conclusion….it didn’t. But….that was the least of your troubles and worries for that day. Seungkwan’s words stuck in your brain; he won’t be able to take his eyes off you! Maybe…he was right. Having this new image for this one night……might just steal his heart. And maybe make his weenie go wild but go off, I guess. You sighed, scanning yourself up and down, checking if anything looked silly. Fixing your skirt, in the mirror, you noticed Seungkwan bringing out a large vodka bottle. You immediately turn around just idled the bottle.

“Whoa…’s so big…”

“That’s not the first time I’ve heard you say that, Y/n.You said that to jun the last time you saw him.”

A blush crept up on your cheeks, making your small smile turn into a quite angry look. 

“Kwon Soonyoung I will beat your ass just like I did when you threw my book in the water.”

“Right you did win that fight….only cause I let you.”

“No you didn’t! I won that fight fair and square…”

A pout soon aligned on your lips, as you walked out the room to get cups. Seungkwan started to take the other clothes out his bag and place it on her bed, while Soonyoung and Seokmin were looking on their phones. Just as you were coming back up with the mixer and the cups, you couldn’t help but to stop and listen to the conversation that was going on in your room.

“Hey should I ask Jun what kind of underwear he likes?”

“Why would you do that??”

“Everyone has preferences, you know. Like some people….myself included, like lace. Others like the mesh kind of look, and others like satin.”

“That’s true…hey Seungkwan what type of underwear do you like?”

Seungkwan turned around from the door, blinking to them. You were still listening to the conversation, another large blush creeping upon your cheeks. You didn’t hear him answer. Wait, did he know you were there? Did you really want to go in there mid sentence? Well, you still have to give them the cups and stuff, so you might as well. 

“For me it’s definitely lace– oh Y/n is back.”

You walk into the room, placing the cups and mixer down. You pretended to be confused and asked them what they were talking about. That large blush stayed on your face, smiling to the three boys as they came round to get the pre-drinks.

“We we’re talking about what kind of underwear we like, and it seems that me and Seungkwan like red lace, and Soonyoung likes the mesh kind of style. What’s more comfortable to wear?”

“Huh? More comfortable…..hmmmm….I would have to probably say–”

“Pink and black lace.”

You turned around to see seokim glancing down to his phone. You then immediately felt a shiver go down your back- you saw Jun’s name on the top of the phone. So many thoughts came racing through your head but cleared up since you remembered the context of the conversation, and what you heard from the door. 

“Pink and black…that’s a good mix.”

So….Jun likes Pink and Black lace, huh? Well… had a plan. In the spur of the moment, you came up with a plan. You told the boys to wait downstairs, while you just cleaned up your room. Then, you wanted to look through your drawers for something. Before that though, you did your makeup. It was very minimalistic, but certain aspects of your looks matched, like the light pink eyeshadow you had on, matched with both the pink and blue of your outfit. You also had mascara, highlighter, the gradient lip look, all that good shit. But…when it seemed like the coast was clear from the boys, you closed your door and looked through your drawers.

“Pink and black….black and pink….pink-black…black– here they are!”

You reached into your drawers, and took out a matching set of underwear, pink and black lace underwear, to be exact. So what? You couldn’t actually deny that you were trying to make his dick go berserk, but minimal effort was needed. Emphasis on the word minimal. Minimal being the key word here. Minimal. Jun…is like a dog. Not really, but use this just as an example- dogs get excited over their owner’s underwear and just rip and tear them to shreds. Trust me, this happens more than it should. There’s one similarity and two differences to Jun being a….well… He’s…not a dog, he doesn’t rip underwear to shreds– or at least tries not to. But! He does get excited over just the mention of what sort of underwear a girl was wearing. That mention could come from the girl themselves or someone else, that he didn’t care about. he just wanted to see them for himself. You quickly changed into your outfit and just headed back downstairs as if nothing ever happened. You see them downstairs in the kitchen already having a good time.

“Why did you get Smirnoff again? I thought you had enough for Grey Goose…”

“Vodka is vodka Soonyoung, just drink up!”

You could see that Seungkwan…wasn’t a fan of Smirnoff. Or vodka at that rate. You kind of found out that he was a rum kind of dude. You smiled as you grabbed your phone from the counter, looking to the three boys who were just downing shot after shot. You took a couple too, which was totally unlike your character. You would only have like a sip, but like your secret sexual drive, you felt adventurous. Keeping a sly eye on the time, you realised it was nearly time to leave. So you four got ready to leave the second it turned 5:30pm.

Meanwhile, Jun was just, sitting up on Mingyu’s roof. Why the roof? Well…the party was at Mingyu’s, and that was his little slice of…heaven. Just to think about anything and everything at the same time. There’s a plot twist in here somewhere……it’s here. Jun…he messes about with different people. You know that, right? But….he’s also…really afraid of commitment. Some horrible person broke his heart on his first ever date….all the way back in the 9th grade, and it ultimately made him go around, bang everyone and be the man he is today. But…there’s a problem with that. He’s kind of been lying to himself. About what? You. Before you two me in the 10th grade, he’s seen you around school and stuff, and he’s had…..a little bit of a crush on you. But he threw away those feelings pretty quickly after he became the man he is today. Under the amazing and deadly influence of alcohol, he’s prone to spilling a lot of things out from both his heart and mind. So…tonight…he was on the fence about seeing you- either he was going to fall forwards into the same cycle that his life has been going through, or to fall backwards into you. 

anonymous asked:

What are your top 10 killugon moments?

this took a lot of thought. i’m gonna go by chronological order rather than ranking bc i don’t think i could actually number them but here goes!

-the entirety of episode 7, tbh

this is kind of an odd one, but hear me out.

gon and killua have a lot of really great moments early on (especially in the 2011 anime), but this episdoe stands out. gon finding out about killua’s background as an assassin, but taking him at totally face value, and killua saying no one’s done that before. not only that, but gon not judging him. gon and killua vs. netero, which is really the first time they work together in a fight. the whole contrast between gon and killua’s personalities and fighting styles as set up by the episode - gon is persistent and won’t give up, no matter what; killua is prudent and tactical but prone to giving up when a situation looks hopeless, and can be temperamental. and just…the way gon is so earnestly impressed by watching killua fight, even immediately after netero just talked about their negative implications

not one of their “best” scenes, maybe, but it’s interesting insight to their early relationship + foreshadowing for how all of it ends up developing in the future (plus, scenes where gon is just really earnestly impressed by everything killua does are always fantastic)

-and on a more heartbreaking note, this scene

the first of many heartbreaking scenes that are very good, to be fair. this whole scene, for one so early on in the series, is legitimately upsetting to watch, given the blatant emotional abuse/gaslighting illumi is directing toward killua, and the sheer strength of will killua has to even stand up to it as much as he does - to pull strength from his desire for friendship with gon - it’s so fucking good. and then leorio and kurapika getting upset on his behalf, also, and leorio telling him he’s an idiot and gon’s already his friend…gon getting PISSED THE HELL OFF when he hears about all of it after he wakes up and BREAKING ILLUMI’S FUCKING ARM ON KILLUA’S BEHALF, his whole dedication to rescuing killua…UGH (clutches chest) these kids…..

-the fucking shit with sadaso and his shitty squad

i know it’s another oddball choice but hear me out. there’s something i just really appreciate about this whole part. killua genuinely trying to deal with this situation like a somewhat more normal person would rather than The Assassin Way (i will never not be amused by “not killing people sure is hard. clean living is tough” lmao). his willingness to throw his fights since it’s not like he’s interested in winning heaven’s arena, anyway…so long as they leave gon alone. his utter fury when he finds out they did anyway. It’s Good.

-together on whale island, under the stars

listen i had to include this scene. this whole part was sweet, but this scene especially so. the 2011 anime always looked pretty good, but this is probably the first scene where they pull out all the stops and prove how utterly gorgeous it can be?? and just. aaaaaah. this is kind of the turning point for their friendship and the Defining Moment for killua’s characterization from here on until, like, the election arc. it’s so good.

(this is probably when killua fell in love with gon tbh)

-this mess

LIKE it’s a very funny scene, but ugh the foreshadowing…for the needle thing (more on that later), but also just in general. you could write so much about their different modes of self-sacrifice/self destructive tendencies…and about what all of this says about their relationship as a whole (and the fact that they’re both a couple of self-sacrificial dumbasses, especially where the other’s concerned.)

they’re good kids, brent

…but also they need a ton of therapy


there’s lots that could be said here about like. killua’s inability to accept gon’s praise at face value, or his inability to express his own feelings out loud, or even the fact that they have two different impressions of why killua is there (and killua’s thoughts trail off, so we don’t get to hear how he’d finish that thought directly…but we can sure make some educated guesses)

but i just want to bask in what a sweet scene it was okay

-it has to be killua


on the one hand, it’s REALLY SWEET and speaks volumes for the level of trust between them and it’s good

on the other hand, hello there, self destructive tendencies, remember how i was talking about those coming up in the last arc bc Hoo Boy. again, BIG FORESHADOWING here - in this particular scene, for killua, but then it’s paralleled AGAIN with the way gon ends up destroying his own hands later on in the arc GOD DAMN IT TOGASHI

destroy me



so herein we get to the point where i’m not sure i can even talk about these scenes without becoming a wreck

the needle thing is SUCH a good metaphor for abuse and the way it’s foreshadowed throughout the series, and then how it becomes such a roadblock here

it’s not totally a great or healthy thing that so much of what killua does is for other people’s sake rather than his own, but it’s realistic for his situation and up to a certain point, anything that can motivate you is better than not being motivated at all. and killua managing to push through that wall that is his family brainwashing him and manipulating him and conditioning him to run away, in order to save gon




UGH mariya ise’s voice acting in this scene is so good. i am wrecked. i don’t know what to say about this scene, honestly, except that it’s DEVASTATING

and also aaah i just noticed the parallel between palm talking about the wall inside her head and killua removing it and the needle thing, fuck


like. i’m not going to defame gon for what he said to killua in 116 bc obvs he was in a very fragile emotional state and a lot of people get way too hard on him about that

but also it was FUCKED UP and VERY OUT OF LINE

and damn right killua was owed an apology for that

he’s hurt, he’s deeply upset because his best friend is in a COMA and it’s an incredibly fucked up situation for kids their age to be in

but also like speaking of killua’s tendency to do things for other people’s sake…i think this is really the first time we’ve seen him stand up for himself like this. aaaaa

and i know we all feel cheated that we didn’t actually see the apology scene, but given all the leadup to it i can’t imagine that wasn’t deliberate on togashi’s fault, like…assuming the series goes on for long enough, i’m sure he intends to come back to that

honorable mentions: “i want to introduce him to my best friend killua wearing a salmon suit”, “gon, you are light”, THE FUCKING SCENE WHERE KILLUA HOLDS GON’S WITHERED HAND RIGHT BEFORE HAVING NANIKA HEAL HIM JESUS CHRIST TOGASHI


that is the face of someone who knows, that is a knowing look if i have ever seen one in my life

Rules of Inheritance: 1/?

So… Rules of Engagement. I have a lot of mixed feelings on the book because I think it had a lot of potential that it just didn’t live up to (and sometimes it… doesn’t make much sense). I decided to try and write my own version of it - partly because I was excited about the fact that MC in the book doesn’t have much of a personality and it would be fun to try and develop her character a bit more and also because I wanted to see how the plot could go while the characters made more sensible decisions (instead of simply for the drama).

I’d like to say I’m going to rewrite the whole thing but I think this is more likely going to be a project I’ll dip into when I’m not working on something for ChoicesCreates.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

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Whipped |Jaspar|

Summary -  Joe and Caspar being teased for being so whipped, and Joe being especially teased because of his height.

Word Count - 1,753

Warnings - N/A

Rolling onto his back, Joe yawned loudly as he stretched his arms above his head.

Picking up his phone from his bedside table, he saw that it was still quite early. Well, 10am was early for him. Joe quickly scrolled through his twitter and chuckled as he saw that Jack was awake at 4am this morning, drunk tweeting. He put his phone down again and turned onto his side, smiling to himself as he saw Caspar lying next to him, still asleep.

Why did Caspar sleep like that? His mouth wide open, on his back. Weird.

“Casp?” Joe mumbled, clearing his throat.

Groaning loudly, Caspar turned onto his side so he was facing Joe and nuzzled against his side. “It’s too early.”

Joe chuckled quietly and sat up, running his hands through his hair. “It’s not that early, and the boys are coming over in an hour to make a video for Jack’s channel.”

Caspar groaned again in response, this meant him actually getting up out of bed and making an effort.

“It won’t take that long, and then we can have a lazy day with the boys until we go out for a meal tonight.” Joe told Caspar, gently kissing the side of his forehead.

Caspar nodded and sat up, ruffling his hair to make it look slightly better.

Joe stood up and quickly pulled on a pair of joggers and grabbed his phone from the bedside table again before walking out of their bedroom, giving Caspar the chance to wake up properly.

Walking up the stairs into their kitchen, Joe began to scroll through his Twitter again, to see Jack now awake, still probably hung over, but he was tweeting hints about the video they were filming today.

Really, Joe and Caspar hadn’t seen all of the boys together for a few weeks. They were all busy with their own thing and they very rarely had the chance to hang out all together, it was normally just two or three of them. Obviously Joe and Caspar saw each other more than the others, considering that they live together and were dating.

But, Joe had gone weeks without seeing Conor or Jack, so he was excited to see them both again, hint why they were all going out for a meal so that they could all catch up and hear about what they had all been up to.

To be honest, Joe and Caspar had been spending a lot of time together lately, more than they usually did and it was because they had started dating, and amazingly, neither of them was scared. They weren’t scared to tell their friends or family, or even when they posted a video online on both of their channels to tell their fans. They really weren’t bothered what people thought of them anymore, whether it was rude comments on their videos, or people were sending tweets to them, they just ignored them now, because they were both happy and that’s all they wanted.

As Joe stood in their kitchen, still looking down at his phone, he took a minute to himself to think about how happy he and Caspar had been in the past few weeks. A wide smile spread along Joe’s face as he thought of how much had changed in the past few weeks, for the better of course.

“Caspar!” Joe shouted, knowing that he had probably fallen asleep in response.

“I’m up,” Caspar yawned, very slowly coming up the stairs in a grey hoodie, with the hood up and his favourite pizza pyjama bottoms. The sight of this made Joe chuckle, this was one of the many reasons he loved Caspar. Though he hadn’t said those words out loud yet.

Grabbing his camera, Joe started recording.

“What are we up to today then, Caspar?” Joe asked, keeping the camera on his boyfriend.

Yawning, Caspar slumped down on the sofa infront of the TV. “Sleeping, hopefully.”

Joe rolled his eyes and chuckled before turning the camera so the lense was facing him. “No, we’re filming a video for Jack’s channel, and he has given us no hints to what it involves or what we’ll be doing, which worries me deeply.”

Joe looked over at Caspar, who was struggling to keep his eyes open as he turned the TV on and began watching Friends.

Joe chuckled to himself before stopping the recording on his camera, leaving it on the work top in the kitchen.

“Why are you so tired?” Joe asked, chuckling as he sat next to Caspar.

“I have no idea, we didn’t even get home that late last night did we?” Caspar asked, rubbing his eyes as he looked at Joe.

“Not really, we were back home by like 10, but you watched that film.” Joe shrugged, smiling to himself. Caspar’s memory was appalling, but Joe actually find it quite cute that he constantly had to keep reminding his boyfriend what they had done, or what Caspar had to do.

“Oh yeah, that horror film. I can’t remember what it was about.” Caspar shrugged, a confused look on his face as Joe laughed at him. “What?”

“Your memory is like non existent.” Joe chuckled, shaking his head before he gently planted a kiss on Caspar’s cheek.

“Shut up.” Caspar chuckled. “We should go and get dressed before the others come over.”

Joe nodded in agreement before standing up and going back downstairs to their bedroom.

He quickly changed into denim blue jeans and a plain black t-shirt before going back to the living room.

“You not getting changed?” Joe asked.

“No, I’m comfy in these.” Caspar chuckled, nuzzling into his hood as he lay down on the sofa, hugging one of the pillows to his chest.

Joe shook his head before walking over to their front door when he heard someone knocking, followed by giggles.

“You’re early for once, what’s up with you?” Joe asked once he had opened the door, being greeted by Oli, Josh, Jack and Conor.

“Don’t get used to it. Oli thought we were starting at 10 so he thinks we’re late.” Jack chuckled as he walked into the flat, the other 3 boys following behind.

“I didn’t think we were late,” Oli rolled his eyes. “I just forgot we were filming so I was rushing around a bit.”

Joe chuckled as his friends walked over to the sofa, pushing Caspar’s legs off so they could all sit down.

“Why are you pushing me around my own house?” Caspar sighed, giving a playful glare to his friends.

“It’s fun.” Conor smirked, ruffling Caspar’s hair. Caspar rolled his eyes and pushed Conor’s hand away.

“Anyway, how are you two love birds?” Jack smirked, looking at Joe before looking over to Caspar. Joe’s cheeks instantly flushed scarlet.

“Love birds? That’s the name you’re giving us?” Caspar asked, noticing that Joe was blushing so he tried his hardest to get the attention over to himself before they started picking on Joe.

“I think it’s a cute name for the loved up couple!” Conor laughed, starting to pinch Caspar’s cheek.

“Will you piss off? Why are you so obsessed with my face?” Caspar chuckled, pushing Conor’s hand away once again.

“I think Joe is the one obsessed with your face.” Oli butted in, like they were all ganging up on Joe and Caspar.

Both Joe and Caspar knew that the boys were joking, they weren’t being serious but it was still bloody embarrassing once Joe started blushing like a giggling school girl.

“Where’s Mikey?” Joe asked, clearing his throat as he tried to change the topic of conversation onto anything else but him and Caspar.

Jack shrugged, but didn’t reply turning to Joe.

“Come on, come and sit with us and your boyfriend.” He teased as Joe rolled his eyes, trying his very hardest to stop his cheeks from blushing deep red again.

Joe walked over to them and sat between Jack and Caspar, Conor and Oli being at the other end of the sofa.

Once the boys had stopped teasing Joe and Caspar, Jack began setting up his camera and lights in the living room infront of the TV, Caspar groaning as he could no longer see the episode of Friends that was playing.

“You’ve seen it before you dick, Ross says Rachel’s name instead of the other girl.” Conor told him, chuckling.

Once everything was set up, they all sat on the sofa, except Jack and Josh who decided to sit on the floor as the sofa was a bit cramped at the minute.

“Why do I always look smaller than you on camera?” Conor asked Joe.

Joe shrugged his shoulders and chuckled. “Because you are smaller than me?”

“I’m not though!” Conor shouted, pretending to be annoyed.

“I think it’s cute that Joe is actually smaller than Caspar.” Jack chuckled, looking at them both over his shoulder as Joe’s cheeks began to heat up again.

“Why is it always my height you tease me about?” Joe asked.

“Because it’s cute.” Jack shrugged. Joe rolled his eyes and kicked him gently in the back as Jack was sat on the floor infront of him.

“It is cute, gotta admit.” Oli chuckled, joining in again.

“What’s so cute about it?” Caspar frowned slightly, looking at Joe a bit confused as if he expected Joe to know the answer.

“Because it’s like, when Caspar has to literally bend down to kiss your forehead, it’s actually really cute.” Conor chuckled.

Joe’s cheeks began to heat up again as he turned his head, hiding his face in Caspar’s chest and Caspar’s arm instantly went around Joe’s shoulders, resting his head on top of Joe’s.

“You two are so whipped, it’s adorable.” Conor chuckled, rubbing Joe’s shoulder.

They may be teasing them, but Joe and Caspar both knew that all of the boys were happy for them. All of them wanted nothing less than for their friends to be happy.

“Yeah, but I reckon-” Josh started, finally commenting before the front door opened and Mikey casually strolled in.

“Where have you been?” Jack asked.

“I forgot where we were filming; I spent half an hour outside Jack and Conor’s flat trying to get in.” Mikey told them, chuckling.

Jack and Conor instantly broke into fits of laughter.

“What were you guys talking about?” Mikey asked as he sat on the floor next to Jack.

“Just how whipped Caspar and Joe are.” Conor laughed.

“Don’t even get me started!” Mikey laughed.

And once again, the teasing continued.

tardisgrump  asked:

Could you do a Jeremy x reader were the reader has a huge crush on him and the guys try to get them together. Shenanigans happen as an attempt to get them together ( sorry if this is bad )

A/N - Here we go - new batch of fics, ahoy!! And this was such a fun one to start things off with! God knows I love Lil’ J, so this was a goddamn blast. Since I had some flexibility on what the ‘‘shenanigans’‘ would be, I ended up writing this right after that AHWU with poor Jeremy’s backflip attempt, so naturally my protective instincts from that fueled this fic XD Hope you like it, buddy!

Pairing - Jeremy x Reader

Warnings - Swearing, blood, minor injury of a poor little man

Word Count - 1, 667

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anonymous asked:

Can I get how got7 would react to their gf having an intimidating vibe ( like always dressing in ripped jeans and black leather jacket) but she's actually really weird and dorky? Thank you 💜

Sorry for the late reply, I just changed the request a little bit just so I could work with it more, hopefully you still like it! :)

Anything in italics is your personal thought, anything in bold italics is the boys personal thoughts and lastly Y/N means your name :)

JB: You were running late of your date with JB and he was patiently waiting on the couch waiting for you to finish, but you still didn’t have an outfit ready to wear. 

“Y/N are you ready yet?” 

“Almost I just need to finish my makeup, and pick out an outfit.” You shouted behind the closed restroom door.

“I can pick out your outfit!” JB got up and started to make way to your room, he opened your closet to see your clothes broken up into two sections, the left side it was your ripped jeans and black clothing and the right side was all your Disney and band merch tshirts. JB was laughing at all the dorky shirts you had. You heard a knock on the restroom door and once you opened the door there was a JB holding a red Mickey Mouse t-shirt with black pants. “Jagi you would look cute in this.”

You slammed the door in JB’s face, while rolling your eyes at him.

“You’re a cute dork!! Come on y/n. Open the door! STOP BEING MAD AT ME!!” 

Mark: “Mark! Hurry up the movie is about to start!” It was friday night, which means it was you and Mark’s weekly movie night and it was your week to pick the movie.

“I’m coming. I’m coming.” He was holding the blanket and the bowl of popcorn. “What movie are we watching? I forgot to ask.”

You grabbed the bowl of popcorn, before you could answer the opening scene of Star Wars Episode IIII started to play.

“Star Wars? Really? I never thought you would be into this sort of stuff, you’re more into those documentary films..” Mark turned to face you.


“You’re so weird but I love you.” He put his arm around you and brought you close to him and gave you a kiss on the top of your head.

Jackson: It was Wednesday night and typically you do facial masks while you try to catch up on the shows that you missed on Monday and Tuesday due to work. You took off your combat boots, jeans, black long sleeve and switched into your Little Mermaid sweatshirt and yoga pants. You walked to the restroom and after you applied your avocado mask, you heard the front door opening.

“Babe where are you!?!? I’VE MISSED YOU!! COME LOVE ME!!” 

There was your annoying but lovable boyfriend who came home 4 hours early. Shit what do I do!? “I’m in the restroom! I’ll be out in 20!” Panic mood started to panic, so you locked the door.

“Why do you need 20 minutes in the restroom?” Jackson asked while walking closer to the restroom. “Why is the door locked, Jagi open the door!! LOVE ME!!”

“Jackson I’m busy!!” 

“Can I see your face?? Pleaseeeee.” Jackson’s voice was getting to the point where you couldn’t say no to him. You unlocked door and gave him your resting b***h face look. His eyes got really wide “You look really cute and funny like really funny but mainly cute! Stop giving me that intimidating look just love me already!!”

Junior: “Junior don’t you have enough books at home?” You were bored out of your mind, your boyfriend smooth talked you into going to the book store with him. The was the seventh book he picked out and still was deciding if he wanted to get this one or something different.

“Jagiya, I’m looking for the right book. Go look around the store maybe you’ll find something that catches your interest.” 

You groaned and turned away to leave your boyfriend to his books. You walked aimlessly around the store until you something did catch your attention. It was the comic book section. I wonder if they have the comic that I’m missing.. Hmm.. After 5 minutes of searching you found it! You found Batman/Superman #29, the newest one of the series and you were super happy. Just as you were about to start reading you heard your name.

“Y/N why are you in the comic section?” Junior asked while holding 4 books in his arm. “I didn’t know you were into this sort of stuff..”

“What do you mean by that?” That slight comment angered you because all your life everybody would say that too you since you were a girl.

“Its nothing bad, I mean you don’t dress like you would like it and you never brought it up before.” As soon as he finished saying his comment, he instantly regretted it.

“OHHHH I’M SORRY JUNIOR I DIDN’T KNOW I HAD TO WEAR CERTAIN THINGS TO LIKE COMIC BOOKS! IM! SO! SORRY!! And since I never brought it up before let me do that right now. Superman is a million times better then Batman!” Now that you started you weren’t going to stop. You really didn’t care if people were giving you looks

Is she really going to argue about Superman and Batman? I fell in love with a huge dork. He smiled to himself and just looked at you with amazement.

Youngjae: You told your boyfriend that while he was away on tour you would take care of Coco. He was incredibly happy because the person he loves would take care of the dog he loves. After spending 2 weeks with coco you were upset that she would be going back to the boys dorm soon and you didn’t want her to leave. As you came home after a long day at work there was coco waiting by the door for you to come home. You took off your heels and put your leather jacket in the hallway closet and little coco followed right behind you, jumping so you can pick her up. You grabbed her, headed towards the tv and put on your favorite movie Aladdin and had coco sitting on your lap. When the “A Whole New World” scene come on you got up and started singing to coco and while holding her close to your chest you were dancing all over the living room floor. At the same moment you didn’t hear the front door opening.

“Jagi, I’m home early! I’ve missed you and coco so much! I have to tell you what Bambam did-” Youngjae stopped mid-sentence when he saw what you were doing. 


He never thought you would do something like this ever. 

Why is she so weird? But she’s really cute at the same time. I’ve missed her so much.. I picked the right girl.

Bambam: He invited you as his guest to a fashion show and of course he wanted to go matching because he’s just that type of boyfriend that would be into that type of stuff. Everyone would look at the two of you when you entered the room. Your outfits consisted of ripped black skinny jeans, black ankle boots, black long sleeved shirt with thin white stripes while wearing a long wool coat. After the show ended, you went to the after party where you just mostly kept to yourself because you rather have Bambam be the loud one out of the relationship while you just gave people the vibe that you didn’t want to be bothered. He noticed you were being awfully quiet and knew you were probably getting bored plus he noticed the time; it was getting late and you had to get home soon so you can get some rest for work tomorrow.

“Y/n let’s go.” He flashed a smile and lightly grabbed your hand and took you outside. “Want some ice cream?” You nodded your head yes and started to walk towards the nearest store. After you got your ice cream, Bambam wanted to go to the park and sit on the swings. It was nice outside; it was a starry night, with a gentle wind hitting your face.

“Jagi what are you thinking about?” Bambam noticed you were staring at the stars and were barely touching your ice cream.

“Huh? Oh no you would think its weird.” You still were looking at the stars

“Try me.”

“Bambam do you ever wonder if aliens are real? Like what if the government is hiding everything from us? We have all those really random videos, and theres stories plus NASA could be hiding things too!! Its just there’s so many galaxy’s what if they live over there. Also there could be a parallel universe too and what if there’s also–” You were starting to get on a roll but you were interrupted

“Jagi. You’re being really weird and I’m not use to it but keep going. I like this side of you.” *insert gif*

Yugyeom: You were patiently waiting for Yugyeom outside of the movie theatre, he was running late and told you to pick the movie that you wanted to see and he’ll meet you outside.

Maybe I should call him to see where he is.. Your pull out your phone trying to get a hold of your boyfriend and you hear a ring tone behind you. You felt a tap on your shoulder, as you turn around there was your loving boyfriend sweating and tired. 

“Y/n I’m sorry I’m late. Practice was running late but I made it just in time. Right? Has the movie started? Am I too late?” He was starting to babble and you knew if he kept going you would definitely be late for sure. You grabbed his arm and dragged him inside. While you were waiting in line to buy some popcorn. Yugyeom asked another question. “What movie are we watching?”

“Star Wars Episode 7: The Force Awakens!!” 

“Ohh” Yugyeom looked sort of upset.

“What’s wrong?”

“I just don’t know much about the storyline.”

“Wait seriously?” You looked looked at him in shocked. “Well luck you, your girlfriend loves Star Wars so here’s a quick summary. This takes place in the far off galaxy and it’s in the middle of a civil war pretty much in the galaxy and the Empire is trying to get rid of all the good guys who are called Jedis. Okay? So what happens next is…..” You went on and on and you kept getting looks because of the vast knowledge you knew about Star Wars. While you were sitting down in your seats you were still going on about how Anakin only did this to protect the love of his life even though she died.

“Jagi. Jagiya, the trailers are about to start maybe you should lower your voice.”

“oh right sorry!” You had the hugest smile on your face and started to stuff your face with popcorn.

She is a huge dork, but she’s my dork. He kept giving you glances and a tender smile, seeing how excited you were for the movie.