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Imperfect Pair (Epilogue)

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Characters: Reader, Taehyung, Jungkook

Word Count: 4.1k

Genre: Fluff, ArrangedMarriage!AU

A/n: This is for everyone that wasn’t ready to let these characters go, and who, like me, needed closure. Thank you for reading, and I’m glad you guys liked the story as much as I loved writing it. 

Series :01 | 02| 03| 04| 05| Epilogue

Reunions

           You crossed your arms over your chest as you leaned in the doorway, cocking an eyebrow at the sight before you.

           “Whose idea was it to wear matching berets?” you asked as you watched Taehyung, his eyes on himself as he adjusted the burgundy beret on his head, fixing the dark hair that stuck out. He looked at you through the mirror, smiling at you warmly before turning to you, trying not to laugh as you realized they were wearing the same turtle neck as well.

           “Was it a bad idea? I thought you liked it when we matched!” he asked as he walked towards you, his hands automatically moving to your sides, pressing his palms lovingly against your stomach.

           “No, no, I love it. You guys look cute,” you affirmed quickly, pecking his lips before removing a piece of lint from the neck of his shirt, smoothing your hands over the material.

           “I had to make sure he looked extra good today. Did he tell you about the people he invited?” he asked as his eyes darted down the hall, his voice dropping to a whisper, automatically catching your interest.

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Endgame part 1 - Jughead x Reader

A/N: I had this idea from listening to so many songs and just mashing them together, so this series is like an All Time Low, Drunk and Happier mash up, hope y’all enjoy!

Warnings: Drinking, Angst, Fights

Word count: 1631


You and Jughead had been best friends since the moment you first started Riverdale. You just clicked, no one in your little group of friends could believe how close you both were, seeing as Jughead seemed to hate everything, but whenever you were around his smirk turned into a smile and his heart would go a million beats a second.

You knew you loved him, Ronnie knew too, after all you two lived together and you couldn’t really live with her without her knowing, you had held it in for too long and decided you wanted at least one person you knew to know your feelings for the infamous Jughead Jones.

Ronnie ended up telling Betty and they both shipped you guys, hard. They would always find ways to either leave you two alone together or have you two be close to each other when everyone hung out in a group.

You were sure Ronnie had heard you sneak Jughead through the window one night, but that was completely platonic, he needed somewhere quiet to write his novel, Archie house (Where Jughead lived) had Archie and Val composing songs in the ‘Soundproof’ garage, Pops was full of the other jocks celebrating getting into some finals thing, but Jughead knew your room would be quiet.

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No please...not another Moon Sign post.

I know that moon signs are easily accessible these days, but I made this post solely for refreshing my memory on the moon signs, and to try and get a better understanding of them. 

If you’d like, i’d be very interested in getting to personally know how the moon signs work. If you could answer any of these questions of your choosing, or all, I’d really enjoy reading them. Just make sure to let me know what your rising, moon, and sun sign are. Please send them in an ask :)

Questions:

1. When conflicted with trying to express yourself to someone, how do you approach the issue? For example, if you have feelings for someone, how would you tell them?

2. When you are feeling sad but are bombarded with reality such as being at work, going to school, or being around family, how do you deal with your emotions? Do you let everyone know that you feel a certain way or do you put it in the back burner and deal with it later?

3. Do you tend to manipulate people? If so, how and why?

4. When are you most happy? When are you most sad?

5. Do you deal with negative energy or do you cut the bullshit right away?

6. Are you possessive of your loved ones?

7. Would you say you are social and friendly, or shy and quiet? Or a mix of both?

8. Do you prefer the comfort of your home or out being productive?


MOON SIGNS

How can we even begin to explain the beauty that is the moon sign? It’s who we are at a personal level, when we feel vulnerable, and how we deal with our emotions. It’s a tricky sign because having the same moon sign as someone can suggest you are similar to that person, but the combination of your sun sign with your moon signs says SO much about you. It already sets you apart from the rest of the people with the same sun sign as you. Your moon sign gives you individuality and shows who you are…at heart. 

Moon in Aries: You are so full with emotion whether it be happiness, rage, sadness, that when it comes to this placement, the Arian qualities are even stronger. You are very impulsive and can act on whatever you’re feeling right then and there, without question. If you find yourself letting your heart rule your head this placement would be why. The fact that you can be impatient and get bored easily is actually beneficial for you because it makes you achieve things that most people would be afraid to do. 

Moon in Taurus: You are what home feels like. You want security, comfort, and financial stability and are willing to give this to the people you care most about. You are loyal and it shows. Although you can be the most stubborn one of the group, there’s a reason why you like things a certain way, you just know what works for you. You can be materialistic, often times taking great pride in your luxurious possessions which can put pressure on your friends to live the same way as you. Not everyone has to or wants to live as lavishly as you so try not to compare others to you. 

Moon in Gemini: You are witty, clever, funny, and always want to be mentally stimulated. Since the moon sign is about emotions, with this placement you may find yourself over analyzing your thoughts to the point that you try to rationalize your emotions in a logical manner instead of just feeling. There’s a lot going on in your mind, as most air signs, but since you carry the twin personality, it can be more intense for you. Take a breather and remember that everything will be okay. There’s nothing a good conversation can’t fix.

Moon in Cancer: Very in tune with your emotions, you can soak up any feeling, whether good or bad, like a sponge. Because of this you can become irritable to those who do not understand your emotions because you wish people would be just as understanding as you. However, manipulating people to get what you want out of them is not the greatest idea. Try to be more vocal about your feelings instead of just soaking it all in. You are a very caring person, who is loyal to the end, and because of this people feel very safe and loved around you. 

Moon in Leo: Yes, you thrive off attention, what Leo doesn’t? However, because this is the moon sign, you prefer attention in mainly comfortable situations. At home you are the entertainer and very theatrical in your ways. Very domineering and bossy, you are good at leading others while knowing the importance of being fair. Your appearance is very important to you so you’d rather fake it until you make it instead of showing people how you really feel. A stubborn lion, you do not like to take advice from people but can give it very well so try not to let your ego get the best of you.

Moon in Virgo: You can be your own worst enemy since you criticize yourself the most. Having a low self esteem can bring you down, but don’t be so hard on yourself you are doing the best you can. Living a life of routine makes you happy and feel secure and there is nothing wrong with that. You show your love through action and have an undying love for those you care about. So much so that you voluntarily go the extra mile for them. People admire this about you, but don’t let them take advantage of you either. Learn to take care of yourself the same way you do for others. 

Moon in Libra: Dependency on another person is what you crave. This is not a bad thing, but it leaves you feeling very lonely when you’re not around someone you care about. Very indecisive, you never know what you want often looking for answers in other people, but remember that you know what is best for yourself. You are social, charismatic, and bring peace to those around you. People feel comfortable around you because you have the skill of changing yourself for the benefit of the other person. You can be flirty with just about anyone but at the end of the day intellectual conversations stimulate you best. 

Moon in Scorpio: Emotions are felt very intensely with this placement.You either love something or hate it. Like Aquarius you find interest in the odd and eccentric. Your intuition can be very strong and you show this by picking up the emotions of others. Your life can be all over the place because you aren’t happy living a normal life so you thrive in drama and chaos. You can be intimidating because what Scorpio isn’t? Stubborn but loyal and passionate, when you want something, once you get it, you will never let it go.

Moon In Sagittarius: Upbeat, happy, and optimistic, you believe there is a bright side to everything. You have the power of chilling everyone out so people enjoy your company because it’s full of good energy. An adventurer, you love exploring and getting to know the great outdoors. You can be quite athletic since you are for the most time on your feet doing something active. You are not afraid of commitment but refuse to settle down because you know life has so much to offer and you don’t want anyone or anything holding you back. Freedom is your happiness.

Moon in Capricorn: Handling emotions is not your greatest forte. In fact you specialize in hiding your emotions which can be unhealthy and put you in more stress. Try to talk things out with a loved one and you will see how much it can benefit you. Cold and reserved, you are not an affectionate person but show your love by being useful to those you care about. You seek validation through your hard work, possibly becoming a workaholic. Productivity is important to you so you don’t let emotions stop you from achieving success.

Moon in Aquarius: Emotions? Come again? It’s not that you don’t have emotions it’s just that you have mastered the act of not letting them affect you. If something needs to get done it is going to get done regardless of how you feel. However, you must come back in tune with your emotions every once in a while. At your best, you are observant, curious about human nature, and want to learn all their quirks. Because of this, you might give off a superiority complex since you think you know more than others. Being different and going against the norm, in the end, is all you could care about. Optimistic, friendly, and revolutionary, you attract a lot of friends this way.

Moon in Pisces: You are pretty intuitive with not only your emotions, but of those around you as well. You might feel like you can sympathize and literally understand every emotion a person has ever felt. This can cause some sort of psychic ability. As compassionate as you are, people might walk all over you so be cautious of who you open up to. You may find yourself drifting away or day dreaming because you are in awe of all the things the universe has to offer. Lastly, you are a great friend because you can understand everyone’s side and you always try to put yourself in other people’s shoes. 

anonymous asked:

i feel like once shiro comes back from wherever he's gone, literally nobody will leave him alone? like everybody missed him so much and they're all lowkey scared of him vanishing again, so whenever he's wandering around the castle going about his business another paladin/allura/coran will just /happen/ to be in that room as well and shiro's a bit flustered by all the attention but when they tell him they're only doing it bc they love him and are afraid of losing him again he's more okay with it

i feel like shiro would be 100% okay with this but in a really lowkey way? He’d be like “oh no please you guys don’t make a huge fuss” whilst secretly just being really touched and loving it. Cos he loves to be around people and he loves having his friends around him.

Obviously the others just wouldn’t leave him alone and they’d all try and do nice things to let him know how much they missed him and the whole thing would just be really amazing and sweet.

incandescence; pt.1

Genre: werewolf!au, angst, mystery (lol kinda)

Pairings: taehyung x reader

Word count: 2.8k

Summary: You must run away, as fast as you possibly can. But in that very moment a gust of wind blowing in from seemingly nowhere causes the curtains drawn close on the tiny window to flutter wildly, illuminating the room with a tinge of sunlight that streams in. And that’s when you see him.

Warnings: mentions of blood

prologue, pt. 1


Your mother had found you collapsed at the top of the staircase.

You wake up to the feeling of the soft duvet on top of you and the worry and relief in your mother’s eyes. For a moment you feel almost a bit too disoriented to recall the string of events which had gotten you here. However, your blissful ignorance does not last too long as the memories come flooding back to you all at once. The fear feels raw and fresh in your bones at the mere thought of, well, ’it’. The menacing pair of dark eyes gleaming with a razor like sharpness, the rumbling of the low growls erupting from deep within its chest. A man, a beast, a nightmare. You found both, the reality and falsehood inseparable in your head.

 “Y/N, Oh my God, I was so worried. Don’t you dare die on me like that again.” The panic in your mother’s voice grew progressively, until her words were literally coming out all rushed and jumbled up. “Just what happened? Don’t ever scare me like that again.” Close to tears she plopped down at the foot of your bed, running a hand over her tired face. And suddenly you could no longer bring yourself to tell her the truth.

 Some wicked shadow of a possible ghost suddenly zapped up out of nowhere and the poor faint hearted me passed out at the sight of it. There is a possibility the house is possessed,  Mom and all those horror movies are actually true. Now my soul is in danger. It sounded so absurd in your head that for a moment, even you doubted yourself. Before you knew it a lie that sounded way more close to the truth fell out of your lips. “I think… I might’ve fainted out of exhaustion. I hadn’t really eaten all day. Sorry, I made you worry.” 

 She did not for a second doubt your mumbled explanation, and that moment had you wanting to believe in your own lie.

 *

The coming few weeks are nothing short a literal hell. A hell you’d crafted carefully with your own over active imagination and hyper alert senses. You jump like a scared cat at the slightest of  sounds and the slightest of shifts in the air. Your own heart beat feels a bit too loud in the ever silent misery of your new home. However when weeks tuned into a month, without any menacing dark shadows lingering around you, or anything even remotely poltergeist, you somehow force yourself to find a way to lock up that incident from days back and the paranoia that came with it in a little box which you then carefully hid away somewhere in the back of your mind.  Maybe it had been a hallucination, a trick played by your own exhausted mind on you, after all.

Your mother worked a hectic shift which usually required her to be gone all day. You constantly found yourself worried about her health when day after day she kept working herself down to the bones. “I’m fine Y/N. As strong as ever.” She would tell you with a small smile and even though the dark shadows lining her eyes would tell you a story otherwise, you never pushed it.

 Alone and with nowhere to go, the days felt too long with nothing much to fill in the long uneventful hours. You took care of the house hold chores almost a bit too enthusiastically as they provided you with your much needed distractions. You wanted to be optimistic about this whole situation but the coming months felt daunting when not even a single day passed without dragging on lethargically. It was all too quiet, too tranquil. Your days were caught up in a vacuum. However, even though you had failed to notice any of it, the silence was growing louder by the minute and sooner rather than later you would come to realize that what you once thought was a tranquil nothingness, is no longer as empty or peaceful as it had first seemed.

 *

On one early Thursday morning, you wake up feeling a strange wave of nausea hit you out of nowhere. A foul smell invades your nostrils so overwhelming that you almost gag. It smells like something rotten and decaying. You furrow your eyebrows in puzzlement, you had been thorough with your housemaid duties, disinfecting and bleaching almost every surface in sight every single day without fail. There was no way you could have missed-wait!… the storage room.

 You had never really been in there, never bothering to explore that particular end of the house for some reason. As your mother had explained it, it was a little room which held a few of the broken items and old furniture belonging to the tenants who had lived here previously.  You sighed covering the half of your face with your t-shirt as you sauntered down the hallway, grabbing the bunch of house keys which held the one to the store as well, on your way.

 You had no explanation as to why fear was once again starting to cloud your mind and your feet felt as if they were made of lead. The sickening stench continued to go stronger the closer you got to the store’s door which stood closed at the end of the hallway a good few paces from your bedroom. The urge to just hurl out the contents of your empty stomach was desperately real. This was when your muddled memories of that one eerie evening from several weeks ago began escaping it’s rightful place from the little cage you had tucked them away in, as you stood in front of the door, trying to muster up the courage you needed to push it open. Fumbling around trying to find the key in its bunch you battled the inner conflict where your brain chided you, mocked at you for being such a coward while your entire body and soul wanted to just flee and never come back. 

Wow so what were you now? A paranoid lunatic?

 With that you pushed the door open and the excruciating whiff of burnt flesh and blood almost had you crumbling in an instant. You blinked away the tears which were beginning to form in your eyes and you frantically searched the dimly lit room for the source the smell. A rat it had to be a dead rat. But when your eyes did adjust to the dull lighting of the room, terror began to claw its way out and dread tore apart every bit of composure you had been holding on to.

 There was a pool of coagulating blood on the floor, and the red was smeared on one of the walls resembling the vague shape of handprints. Over your own loud and shallow breaths, you could hear someone else's ragged and unsteady breathing. You were frozen at your spot unable to speculate, unable to make a decision. You were all alone, unarmed, the closest neighbours a mile away. Screaming your lungs out would be a pathetic failed attempt at survival.

 "W-who are you?“ You stammered, not expecting an answer and surely enough you did not get one. You took a tentative step forward red flags going up in your head. You must run away, as fast as you possibly can. But in that very moment a gust of wind blowing in, from seemingly nowhere, cause the curtains which were drawn close on the tiny window to flutter wildly, illuminating the room with a tinge of sunlight that streams in and that’s when you see him.

 The blood curdling scream you let out in that moment could have been loud enough to split the skies apart.

*

Your visions blurry and the pumping of your heart is so hard that it almost hurts. You are breathless and petrified, a deer in front of headlights.

 He sits crouched in one of the corners, his head in between his knees. His silhouette trembles with every breath of his and a low guttural groan rips out of his chest. You snatch the curtains open immediately and your gaze flits downwards landing on the blood covered shreds of the once grey t-shirt he wore, which is now a gruesome shade of crimson. There is so much blood, on his torso, on his hands, his cheeks, you feel light headed just at the sight of it.

“Help me, just this once” his voice is a faint whisper, but his desperation rings loud and clear in the silent room.

 Rationality and common sense are long  forgotten as you rush to grab a first aid kit, a couple wet towels and a bottle of rubbing alcohol from your bathroom. You were nowhere near competent when it came to first aid, the only bits being the things you had learnt watching Grey’s Anatomy and other medical sitcoms. You were sure that the boy and the bloody mess he was in required more than just your superficial knowledge of healing.

 It was hard to keep the disgust and queasiness off your face when within seconds your own hands and clothes were splattered and smudged with his blood. Every time you pressed the wet towel onto his wounds he jolted under the ministrations of your hesitant and trembling hands. The bleeding continued incessantly and within moments the towels would begin to drip with the gushing red liquid.

“I can’t do this. I-I don’t think I can help you. I should call the police, the ambula-” Your own shriek stops you mid-sentence as the boy in front of you, roughly grabs your face with his large bloodied hand, forcing you to look at him directly. “Don’t. You don’t have to do anything. Just let me stay here for a while. I’ll be fine.” Contrary to his actions his words were barely pained whispers as he begged you to let him be. He lets go of your face and you sigh out in relief. “But-” He groans in frustration at you and you swallow your own words but as if he had read your mind, he answers that one thing which was constantly eating you from the inside out. “I do not have any intentions of harming you. You don’t have to be afraid of me. Look, I’ll leave right now if you want but just don’t call anyone, okay?” You had absolutely no reason to take seriously the words falling out of this stranger’s mouth. A con artist, a sweet talking rogue, a psychopathic cold blooded killer, he could be anything and everything gravely dangerous. 

Your faces were inches apart and you peered up at him through your lashes. He seemed to be a boy around your age, perhaps a bit older. His eyes were sealed shut and his face contorted in pain. His lips were chapped and drained of color, parted slightly as he let out short puffs of breath trying to hold on to whatever bit of composure that remained keeping him from screaming out in agony.Maybe you were about to make the mistake of a lifetime, a stupidity that could cost you your life, and perhaps even your mother’s. Maybe he was nothing but a beautiful nightmare, a beast with a seraphic face, and maybe falling for his deceptive innocence was going to be your biggest mistake yet.

 "So I just watch you bleed to death?“ the corners of his lips quirk up and a ghost of a smile plays on his lips. “Yes” he replies “You do exactly that.“ 

 *

The hands of the clock race against each other at a frightening pace as the day flies by in a blink. Soon the fading sunset blends into the incoming night filling the little room with nothing but darkness once again. He does not look up at you even once in all those hours you spend sitting a few inches away from him on the floor, too afraid to move, too afraid to let him out of your sight. The slight rise and fall of his chest are the only indications of him still being alive but other than that he remains completely still. Your gaze wanders to the little window, the curtains fluttering around wildly at even the slightest touch of the winds. When the adrenaline has vanished from your blood stream, you can finally assess the damage of all the stupid impulsive decisions you’ve made ever since you discovered the injured intruder in your store. 

The events from a month back return to you in vivid details and you shudder. Looking at the broken boy in front of you, it is hard to put together any analogies between the two events, between the two intruders. Even though he sits crouched up the way he does, the boy’s face is finally peaceful like a child’s. He appears to be too lean, too… human and harmless, much unlike the burly shadow and its looming and intimidating presence, from your previous unfortunate encounter. There was something predatory in its stance and something venomous in its aura, traits the boy deep in his slumber clearly lacked.

You stand up, suppressing your groans as your legs feel like a thousand pin pricks. You needed to clean up the bloody mess the room was in. It takes almost an hour for you to get rid of the stains which seemed to have engrained themselves into the tiny ridges of the floor’s ageing wood.  Finally when the sting of bleach and disinfectant is way stronger than that of the metallic scent of blood which continues to faintly linger in the air you hear your mother’s car pull up in the driveway. 

You pretended like not a thing had changed in this entire universe during these past 24 hours, like you had not just given an intruder, a possible murderer shelter under the roof of your own house just because you felt sorry for the injured criminal. How were you supposed to explain to her the reason why you could not bring yourself to dial 911.  

 After serving dinner and catching up with your mother over it like any other day, you stayed up that night, pacing the hallway while your mother snored softly, sleeping peacefully in her own bedroom. Trying not to make any unnecessary sounds, you tiptoed to checked up on him twice, getting him a bottle of drinking water and changing his soiled towel for a fresh one. He looked too weak, too pale and your heart yearned for him to get better. Maybe you should have, afterall called an ambulance. But then his desperate plea echoes in your mind so you just stand at the crossroads unable to make a sensible decision, finally just choosing to go along with the wishes of the complete stranger. 

If anything was to go wrong that night, no one but you, yourself would be the one to blame. 

Morning comes when you are far too gone, deep asleep slumped in a chair close to your bed. You jolt awake when you hear a loud thump, like a heavy bag of sand falling loudly onto the wet ground. Apprehension causes you to bolt straight towards your mother's bedroom before you yank the door open. She’s still asleep, breathing and snoring under the covers, unharmed and you almost cry out with relief. 

Tip toeing, you head towards the store, almost not wanting to go in. You felt shaken up and unprepared, unsure as to what awaited you in the other side of the door. A lake of blood? A dead man? Gathering every ounce of courage you make your way in.

The curtains continue to flutter wildly, almost with a kind of desperation. As if they were dying to tell you the many secrets only they knew of. 

The boy was nowhere to be seen, and the cramped up space suddenly feels too huge without him in it.  


a/n- my updates are tragically slow n I’m forever sorry about my lack of motivation. I’ll try my best to post more frequently! thank you for sticking around :) feedbacks are welcomed *howls like a werewolf* *sounds more like a puppy* whoops. 

anonymous asked:

Who do you think the boys would be friends with/get along with from different teams? Sorry if this has been asked already!

Sen: I’ll just be doing this as a best friend from different teams thing or who they’re most likely to hang about with idk.

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Ushijima - Aone

They’re both pretty quiet people. Conversation isn’t necessary but they enjoy each other’s company so it’s good to just sit with someone for a while without talking, not expecting it to be awkward since you know someone else faces the same social anxieties as you.

Semi - Iwaizumi

They’re not people who hold onto petty school rivalries. While competition is nice, they just need to hang around people who don’t spend their every minute screaming. Team ‘I got forced into the mum role but I’m only a teenage boy’. They may end up shit talking people occasionally but they’d always end that up with “well they’re actually pretty okay”… (They got their shit talking attitudes from their teams)

Reon - Kai

They’re both really calm. Being in the middle of an absolute shit storm of a team gets tiring so just being with some other soothing presence is pretty rare for the both of them; they just need a break. Though, a lot of their conversations is actually based around how proud the both of them are of their team.

Tendou - Kuroo

The two love to provoke people (but only Kuroo’s mostly apologetic over it). They’re pretty smart but they’d get up to some stupid things if they were left in a room alone with each other. Tendou’s slightly jealous of how Kuroo’s hair just stands up without any gel but it’s not like Kuroo doesn’t envy the fact that Tendou has complete control of his own.

Goshiki - Koganegawa

They’re both hyper and want to do their best to improve themselves. While they’re still beginners at what they do, it’s nice to have a friend who knows what you’re going through so they can help you out. They’re the kind of friends that want to hang out almost every week if they can.

Shirabu - Komori

Though Komori is much more peppy, he’s the kind of person that would stick through Shirabu through his moody moments. Shirabu would definitely be thankful for someone that can stand his sudden outbursts… though he could do with less of the hugging.

Kawanishi - Kunimi

They’re not exactly the loudest people at all but once they find a common topic, they can talk for hours. These two will literally talk about how much they don’t talk much but then they realise their hypocrisy and laugh about it for a good while.

Yamagata - Tanaka

Both of them are literal hypebeasts that sometimes get mistaken as too violent but have trouble actually communicating their feelings to their crushes. Their friendship is literally just based on the two of them trying to set each other up on dates but having someone to come back to when it’s messed up.

Explaining Demisexuality & Gray Asexuality Using a Magnet Analogy

A Demisexual’s attraction is similar to a magnet’s relationship with metal in the sense that both have to be extremely close in order to feel an attraction or pull towards each other. When placed at a distance however, the attraction is non existent regardless whether or not they are within view of each other.

A magnet’s attraction is not determined by what the metal looks like, but instead by its proximity to it- the closer it is, the stronger the attraction.

A magnet cannot tell from afar whether or not the metal is aluminium or steel and thus can’t tell whether it will have an attraction to it or not- it can only determine this and potentially develop such attraction when both are extremely close to one another.

Likewise, a demisexual only develops attraction after forming a strong connection with somebody. Their attraction is literally created by this connection- the stronger it is, the stronger the attraction becomes. It is literally dependent on it and if this connection was to be lost or not felt in some way, their attraction would disappear with it and they would revert back to feeling the same way the magnet did when held too far away.

That being said, not all close relationships formed by demisexuals result in them feeling attraction in the same way that not all metals attract magnets, no matter how close they are.

Gray asexuals would be similar in that they would be a magnet surrounded mainly by aluminium items- only occasionally coming across metal with magnetic properties once in a while. However, despite being magnetic enough to create an attraction, it may not always be strong enough to also support the magnet’s weight in the same way that a gray asexual’s attraction isn’t always strong enough to create a desire to act on it.

How They React To you Looking Cold & Edgy But You’re Really Sweet & Shy (BTS)

Requested by a lovely anon <3

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Author: Taebaby

NAMJOON: He’d be totally into your look already so he’d come at ya all cold and ‘cool’ like yo sup girl yea i’m just hangin and you’d literally just blush as if a million suns had shined down on you all at once, and he would immediately revert back into his dorky self

YOONGI: He’d def be interested in you but would be kinda worried that you won’t recognize his sweg™. So, like Namjoon, he’d prob try and lay it on a little thicker, trying to impress you, but would pretty much deflate with how relieved he was when he found out you were actually not cold at all

HOSEOK: I bet he’d be a little intimidated at first, but only the other members would be able to tell. They start hyping him and goading him into going to talk to you man (’you gotta go talk to her dude’-‘but no why i’m scared’- ‘you gotta’) So he’d come up to you, all shaky-kneed and nervous and would stutter out something that sounded like a ‘hi’. It would make you giggle and you’d give a warm ‘hello’ and a friendly wave and his ass would nearly faint

SEOKJIN: He’d be intimidated low-key, so he’d act pretty casual when trying to hit you up, when he noticed how timid you were being. He’d laugh out of nowhere (scaring tf outta you at the same time) and he’d gush about how he so nervous to talk to you and here he finds out you’re as shy as he is

JIMIN: As we move into the youngins, the level of intimidation will rise. He’d see you and immediately want to talk to you but his body would prob freeze up and it would take a minute for him to actually make any kind of move. He’d walk over but would prob puss out of talking to you and you’d have to be the one to actually strike up a conversation 

TAEHYUNG: Tae would be more awkward than intimidated, I feel. He’d wanna talk to you but wouldn’t know what to talk abput, so he’d make a stupid little complement on, like, your shoelaces or something dumb but it would actually be kinda cute. You’d start giggling and he’d relax a little, finding out that weren’t as cold as he thought you’d be

JUNGKOOK: And here, my brothers and sisters, we find the highest level of intimidation. He’d be so damn scared that he actually wouldn’t even be able to approach you, instead being a pussy and sending a hyung to scout you out (prob rap mon, cause jungkook would think he’s cool or something) and once he saw said-hyung chatting you up, his confidence would return and he’d slide in to take over the convo (but I mean, look at the gif)

I know it’s been a long time that I wrote something and I have become this person who doesn’t think at all. I am emotionally drained right now. Numb is a feeling and I don’t even feel that. I have crossed the stage of depression without succumbing to it and now there is only empty stares in the mirror. I thought I had realised that I should love myself and not care about other’s recognition of my habits but I am wrong. My thoughts are constantly revolving around the fact that no one is actually around and everybody I had is now a distant blur.

I have lost my best friend during a period of struggle and I know I have hurt him very much. I know there is no going back but a lot of people have made it such a way that I was the reason that everything went downhill from the first and the worst part is that he feels the same. That is something I never expected he would believe. But I guess if a person is hurt too much, they don’t clearly see.

There is a lot of fault in my actions and I can never undo them but all my thoughts were all over the place. Even though there was a huge scatter of elements, there was no malicious intent or any intent to hurt anybody. The devil had other plans and here I am with nothing but several series I have already watched and a room empty like my thoughts.

I never feared being vulnerable but now I am scared to even tell my best friends that. Yes, there are a lot of people who stayed with me through the storm and genuinely wants to be with me. I am trying to concentrate on that but it is being a tiring process.

I am not vocal about my problems in social media. This is the first time and probably the last. I make sure that most of my posts are about other’s feelings than mine.

I apologise here for not posting like I used to because right now I have literally nothing to post. That’s the salt in the wound. All the insults, words, threats, pain, hurt, losses are weighing me down and I am wallowing in self hatred.

I will see you guys once I am okay to get back up because I can and I will.

New year is yet to come and I hope mine comes too because hope is all I have.

—  The paradoxical woman
Breaking Broken Hearts pt.2 [Jin Angst]

THIS IS PART 2, PLEASE CLICK HERE IF YOU HAVEN’T READ PART 1!

Words: 1300+

Genre: A bed full with Jin’s handsomeness and tears lmao. Enjoy!


You thought it would go over. You thought your heart would go back to normal. What was normal to begin with? Two months went by and you were still as broken as the first day. You were still laying under your covers, not doing anything at all. It was unhealthy, you lost a lot of weight. Became paler and smaller. It was scary how much the break up affected you.

Your phone has been off for weeks. You just couldn’t stand that your social medias getting spammed with hate comments about how happy everyone was that Jin broke up with you. Or how happy they were that Jin started to date a model, Nana.

It was just too much to handle.

You had no idea how they were doing, how he was doing to be exact. But one thing you knew was that he was happy. He was finally happy with her. After years of seeing her with other men, he was finally able to call her his and only his.

You laid there, with your puffy eyes open. You tried so hard to not think about him, but it was impossible. Everything you did or saw reminded you of him. Seeing a pink shirt made you think of him. Seeing a cooking show on TV made you think of him. Just closing your eyes and seeing black made you think of him. It was impossible not to. It was hard, it was exhausting and tiring.

You didn’t want to think about him. You didn’t want to think about his beautiful lips, his amazing persionality that made you feel loved although it was just something little that he did and it hurts just by thinking about it.

Was this pain you felt inside ever going to go away? Will the pain keep breaking your already broken heart?


When you thought that everything was going back to normal, that your life was finally coming back. You thought you were going to be able to get out of bed, go and find a job and actually live a happy life.

All your thoughts literally burned to ashes when you opened the door that late night and saw someone you didn’t expect to see after 3 months.

It felt like all the feelings came rushing back and hit your heart over again. Because once you saw him, standing there, drenched because of the rain, you thought back to the night 3 years ago and you didn’t even need to ask him because you knew what happened.

You didn’t want to let him in, but at the same time, your heart was begging you to let him inside. It was begging you to let him heal it because your heart knew he was the only one who could heal your broken heart.

“I-I need you” he whispered as his lips trembled because of the windy weather outside.

It broke you apart to hear him like that. If the past months has been hell, then you didn’t know what hell was until now. Just looking at him made your heart drop 10 feet down.

“Come in” you said and opened the door for him and stepepd aside so he could come inside.
You shut the door behind him while he took off his shoes. He was shaking.

“Wait here” you told him and ran to the bathroom for a towel. You were on your toes when you felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around your waist, stopping you from moving.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered, his voice low and calm but you could still hear his nervousness in his voice. His arms were tightly wrapped around you. It felt good to be in his arms. This was what you’ve dreamed of, then why did it feel so wrong at the same time?

You grabbed his hand and pulled them away before turning around to him.

You can’t do this. Just because you guys had a fight doesn’t mean that it’s okay for you to come back. You’ll come back to find me and then leave again when you get back to each other. And my heart can’t take it. Please, leave me alone, I’m begging you” you looked at him in the eyes, your voice shaking and your fists clenched.

To be honest, you wanted to grab him by his drenched shirt and pull him towards you. You wanted to kiss his plump lips and you wanted him as near as possible. You wanted everything about him, but at the same time, you couldn’t. You couldn’t be that selfish, you couldn’t take a taken man away from someone he really loves. You couldn’t be that heartless even though it really felt like it.

“No, Y/N… it’s not like that, I-” you lifted your hand, telling him to stop. You gave him the towel and walked out of the bathdroom.
Was he seriously going to explain something that you already knew?

You didn’t get the chance to walk away from him because as soon as you came out through the door, he was right after you and had his hand around your wrist.

“Just listen to me, will you?” Jin asked. His grip on you was hard but not hard enough to actually hurt you.

“No I won’t. Because I know what you’re going to say. I’m so used to this. I’m used to you seeing me as a second choice. I’m used to you coming back everytime you guys fight. I’m used to you leaving. I’m so fúcking used to you breaking my heart, over and over again!” you snapped at him as you pulled away your hand.

Jin was surprised but he already knew how badly he had treated you. He knew all of this. He wouldn’t lie and say that he knew this the whole time because he honestly didn’t. He didn’t realize it until he saw how Nana had treated him. As if he was not worth her time.

It was there and then that he knew he treated you the same way and probably worse since he knew how much you loved him. He knew that you could do anything and everything because of him. But he was so blind to not look at you but only at her which he regretted so much.

“I’m sorry for hurting you so many times. I know I was wrong. I know how it feels to get your heart broken, when it’s already broken. But you have to know that I regret it. I regret letting you go when I could have you all for myself. I hate myself for everything that I’ve put you through” he had somehow managed to press you back against a door, his arm around your waist and his free hand next to your head.

“I’m asking for another chance. I’ll heal your broken heart. I’ll make you happy. I’ll love you, just as much as you love me. I’ll never let you go again, if you take me back. I won’t leave you again. I promise.” he said quietly, his voice deep, making you shiver.

Was it possible to say no to him? You knew he was the only one to heal your broken heart. But you were still afraid. What if he broke it into thousand more pieces instead of healing it?

I hate you so much. But I can’t stop loving you. You make my heart beat like crazy. What are you doing to me, Kim Seokjin?” you whispered before pressing your lips against his.

Breaking was easy to do. But healing was easier if you had the right person that could help you. Kim Seokjin was your glue, your super glue, your everything and you loved him for that.


I. Don’t. Know. What. To. Say.

I really hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did while writing it. Please let me know what you thought of it and don’t forget to smile! This is so random like wtf.


My week has been a mess tbh. I’m so happy that my test weeks are over. I just want to sleep through December and January now lol.

I’m celebrating 2 months on tumblr in 3 days (13/12)! It’ll be a surprise thing so stay tuned!

I’ll see you soon, mwah ~

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College AU with Yoosung and Saeran

Okay SO. I just… couldn’t figure out how to write an easy drabble with this because in order for Saeran to actually go to college I would have to change his entire childhood? So… here’s the result of starting down that route. It’s… like an introduction, a first chapter, if there’s interest in me continuing it…and it’s told in first person because I felt like it, okay? Anyway. It’s not edited, yet, I plan to do that in a bit on my phone so forgive any mistakes… Anyway, here we go…


The Star in the SKY

Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 6

I first met my best friend and my boyfriend when I was 12 years old. Not that I knew it at the time, but there they both were, following my cousin Rika’s boyfriend into her house, matching sets of red hair and golden eyes staring at me. They were identical and I was in awe; I’d never seen twins in real life before that moment. The only physical feature that distinguished one from the other was the set of round glasses one wore, but their personalities were another matter. The one with glasses had a wide grin on his face and was nearly vibrating with excitement while his brother stood behind both him and V, watching me with an expression I didn’t understand at the time. I definitely did not hide behind her legs at the intrusion, and I certainly didn’t stutter when one of them spoke to me.

Let me back up a bit. My name is Yoosung Kim and I’m a 22-year-old college student at SKY University. My major is veterinary medicine, although I’ve lost a lot of my drive to complete my classes. In fact, the only reason I reliably come to school anymore is because of Seven driving to my house and dragging me there. I’m not sure why he’s so insistent since it’s not like he goes to many of his own, but every morning he’s at my place without fail. Well, he was, but recently his life has changed in a way that’s causing him to become even more reclusive than normal, which is not a good thing. I had hoped the days of me forcing him out of his apartment were long gone, but apparently not. He won’t even let me in to speak with him right now, something I find incredibly irritating since the only other way is to learn Arabic to get past the completely unnecessary lock he has on his door.

Honestly, what 23-year-old does that? Puts a password-coded lock in a different language on the door to their apartment on the 12th floor? My best friend, that’s who. Whatever.

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Lifeguarding

Wrote this for a friend. If you’ve ever dreamed of saving your crush’s life, you’ll enjoy this one ;) and if you haven’t, well, hopefully you’ll think it’s cute!

Word count: 2.4k


It’s your first day of real lifeguarding. You’ve done plenty of practice CPR and fake resuscitation, and spent hours (okay, minutes maybe) studying for that last test. Now, after all that preparation, you’re up in your super high lifeguard chair, prepared to save real lives. Like, real-life lives. For real. Wow, how exciting!

Yeah, right. Hours have passed, and there have been no near drownings, no lives saved, nothing except a couple of rowdy kids you had the privilege of blowing your whistle at.

You sigh and shift in your seat, uncomfortable in the extreme heat. It’s a summer weekend, so the pool is pretty crowded. So far you’ve noticed a few people here and there that you know from school, and you hope they haven’t recognized you. Sure, you’re feeling pretty cool in your shades and your high chair and sexy red swimsuit, but none of that makes it any less awkward seeing people you know in public. Actually, the high chair makes it worse, since you feel more like a helpless baby than a guardian of lives. It doesn’t help that you’re hardly more than 5 feet tall.

Well, it looks like the kids are doing a good job of staying alive so far. You allow your attention to drift a little, tuning out the hum of swimming children and crying babies. You start to daydream, and your mind jumps to the same (h/c)-haired, (e/c)-eyed face it always does. Your beautiful, adorable, sexyasfuck crush: (c/n).

You’ve heard of people being best friends with their crushes, but you didn’t really understand the concept or even think it was possible until (c/n) came along. You’d talked to him once in person, and after that, you started texting. And then you just continued to text. Pretty much nonstop from that point on. As much as you’ve tried to deny it, you’ve been developing feelings for him that go farther than just friendship. You insist to your friends that you don’t like him like that. But you also text them daily screenshots of your conversations or cute pictures of him, and spam your group chats with rants about how cute he is or in-depth analyses of the possible subtext in his messages.

Anyway, you go to different schools during the school year, so you haven’t even seen him in person since that first time you talked. The friendship has unraveled entirely over text. You’ve been secretly dying to hang out, and he’s suggested it himself a few times. But somehow you’ve never managed to actually make plans. That’s what you get when you put two apathetic people together.

You’re dreamily picturing his cute smile and teasing eyes, immersing yourself in your fantasies, when raucous laughter and whoops nearby interrupt your reverie. You sit up and look down towards the source of the noise. A group of teenage boys is running past your chair, emitting the unnecessarily loud noises typical of their kind. You consider letting them off easy, but the troublemaking has been low and you feel the need to blow your whistle at some point. So you do so now. “Hey!” you shout to get their attention. “No running. Thanks.” A polite touch always helps, right? It’s probably sarcastic, but whatever. Boys are stupid, they can’t tell.

The boys are laughing and punching each other now, but they slow down, thankfully. One of them has stopped moving completely, and turns around to look up at you, shading his eyes. He looks familiar. You take your sunglasses off to see better and gasp. Your eyes widen and your heartbeat quickens. “(C/n)?”

The (e/c) eyes looking back at you widen too. “(Y/n)?” he responds, matching your incredulous tone. For a second, you stare at each other. Then he breaks into a grin. “Fancy meeting you here!”


You finally get over the initial shock, and laugh awkwardly. “Wow, um, hey! I guess this is as good a time as any to finally meet in person,” you say, immediately regretting it. Now he probably thinks you’ve just been dying to see him this whole time, which of course is completely true.

His friends have stopped too now, and are snickering obnoxiously. One of them nudges him. “Is this (y/n)?” he says, teasingly. Or maybe you’re just imagining it because you want his friends to be teasing him about you.

“Shut up, (c/f/n),” he mutters to his friend. More snickering. He turns back to you. “Uh, (y/n), these are my annoying friends. That’s all the introduction you get,” he adds to the giggling apes behind him.

You wave. “Hey, annoying friends. Nice to meet you.” You try to sound sincere. The sarcasm is present in your voice almost 24/7 at this point.

“Hey (y/n)!” another boy yells back, louder than necessary. They all laugh. (C/f/n) nudges (c/n) again and says, “Dude, she’s cute!” He smirks suggestively.

(C/n)’s face is a little pink now, though maybe he’s just been getting some sun lately and you didn’t notice before. “Okay dumbasses, let’s go swimming,” he announces, taking a running leap into the water without further hesitation.

His posse waves to you, chorusing, “Bye, (y/n)!” and chortling at their own cleverness before jumping in after him, splashing some kids by the edge of the pool.

You lean back again, but you stay very much awake now, still taking in what just happened. You follow (c/n) with your eyes as you think and, as always, overanalyze.

Your first thought is: he tells his friends about you? They obviously knew who you were, and they were definitely teasing him about you. That’s promising, right? It means that either they see him texting you all the time, or he talks about you to his friends. You wonder what he could be saying.

You realize you’ve lost sight of (c/n) at about the same time you notice some boys roughhousing in the water a little ways off. You look a little more closely. Big surprise, it’s (c/n)’s friends. You try to find (c/n) among them, but they’re moving around too much. Someone is doing an awful lot of splashing. You watch for a little longer, and realize they’re climbing on top of each other, holding each other underwater. Idiots. You blow your whistle and yell at them.

They look up, some grinning and waving when they see you. You look for (c/n) again, but you still don’t see him. Then you notice a figure underwater at their feet. You get a sinking feeling, and your skin is suddenly cold even in the heat.

“Guys!” you yell at them. “Is he okay?” You try to point at the boy underwater. They figure it out and look down, realization slowly showing on their dumb faces. One dives down and comes back up a moment later, pulling a boy to the surface. His eyes are closed. Your heart skips a beat. It’s (c/n).

Before you realize what you’re doing, you’re diving off your chair into the pool, bumping your fingers painfully on the ground of the shallow end. You barely notice, swimming as quickly as you can towards (c/n). You reach him in seconds. He is surrounded by his friends now, who are slapping his face, yelling at him, screaming in terror, and generally being a nuisance.

“Out of my way!” you bark. They don’t pay any attention. “MOVE!” you bellow. They scatter.

You grab (c/n). His eyes are still closed and he isn’t moving. Oh God, oh God. You force yourself to focus, and hold him above the surface, bringing him to the edge of the pool like you learned during training. At this point another lifeguard is supposed to bring a backboard so you can pull him out together, but if someone is doing that they’re taking too long. It feels as though every second you waste is taking him further away from you. You try to lift his body onto the cement, but it’s too heavy. A yell of frustration escapes you. His friends clump around you, helping you hoist him up.

You pull yourself out after him. There’s no time to thank them for the help. Now they’re crowding around again. You flap your hand at them, trying to tell them to move away and give you space. You kneel beside (c/n), looking into his still, pale face. Tears are forming uninvited at the corners of your eyes, but you brush them away. Focus.

You check for breathing or a pulse. Neither is present. He’s as good as dead right now, and he’ll die if you don’t do anything. Talk about stakes.

Your hands are trembling as you place them on his chest. The proper rate of chest compressions is about 100 beats per minute. You remember seeing that the Queen song Another One Bites The Dust is at that tempo. You found the irony quite funny before. Now, it’s disconcerting. Still, you recall the song and start pushing your hands down at about that tempo. One, two, three, four…you count to 30. Then you put two fingers on his chin and tilt his head backwards.

You hesitate a moment before you lean down and put your mouth on his. Despite the urgency of the situation, you can’t help but briefly note that you are in fact putting your mouth on (c/first/n) (c/last/n)’s mouth. For the first time. If only it were under different circumstances. Happier, more romantic circumstances. Preferably not life or death.

But you can’t let your emotions distract you. You give him two breaths, then pull back to listen for breathing. Still nothing. You tell yourself not to freak out yet. Hands back on his chest. One, two, three, four, all the way up to 30. No emotions, no feelings. Just go through the motions. Just save his life.

You put your mouth back on his, feeling his cold lips against yours. If the situation weren’t so dire, your sarcastic inner voice would be wryly commenting, Oh yay, our second kiss!

You breathe into his mouth again. Once, twice. And then, just as you lift your head, the still body beneath you suddenly comes alive, gasping for breath, coughing his lungs out. Well, not literally. His lungs stay inside him, thank God. He won’t be dying today.

You gasp along with him, realizing then that you were holding your breath too. Almost as if out of sympathy. (C/n) opens his eyes, and you let your head fall onto his chest, breathing in deeply, trying to calm yourself down while relief crashes over you like a wave.


(C/n) sits up abruptly, forcing you to lift your head. You put a hand on his back to hold him up, terrified that he’ll fall back down and never wake up.

You realize people all around you are cheering. You haven’t had time to notice, but a huge crowd has gathered around the two of you. Right now though, they’re irrelevant. You turn back to (c/n). “You okay?” you ask him anxiously.

He looks back at you with those beautiful (e/c) eyes, vaguely confused. He seems to be trying to process everything. “What just happened?”

“You almost drowned,” you tell him. Why sugarcoat it? “You were dead for like two minutes,” you add, because it sounds awesome and hardcore and you know he’ll appreciate it.

He looks at you, differently now. “Did you just…save my life?”

You break into a smile, surprising yourself. It’s a funny feeling after the stress you’ve just been through. “Yup. You can thank me later.”

“I’ll thank you now, if you don’t mind,” he responds, and takes your face in his hands and kisses you.

Your eyes widen at first, but then close of their own volition, and you just go with it. His lips are warmer now, and more importantly, they’re alive, moving against yours. It’s better than you could ever have imagined.

The cheers around you get louder, with some wolf whistles mixed in. You hear some kid shout “Yeah (c/n)!” You’d momentarily forgotten you have an audience. You break away, laughing a little. “I should probably let you breathe. Wouldn’t want to kill you after just bringing you back to life,” you joke.

(C/n) grins, and you are reminded of how freaking cute his smile is. “Funny, I’ve pictured our first kiss plenty of times and in plenty of different settings, but this is not quite what I had in mind.”

“Technically, that one was our third,” you point out, and he laughs with you.

“Wait, did you say you pictured it lots of-” you start, but he stops you. “Yeah, this also wasn’t where I planned to tell you I’ve liked you for months now, but I think you might have figured that out by now.”

You let that sink in, and you physically can’t keep the smile off your face. (C/n)’s friends pick that moment to cluster around and shower him with excited comments, questions, jokes and probably some tears. He doesn’t stop looking at you, though.

Once they’ve talked at him for maybe a minute, they seem to remember you’re there, and get the idea, moving away to give you space. The other people at the pool are dispersing too, buzzing excitedly.

“Can you stand?” you ask. He nods. “I think so.” You get to your feet and help him up. Various adults are rushing over now, including people dressed in EMT uniforms. (C/n) brushes them away, dismissing their concerns. “I’m fine.”

You walk towards the exit with your arm around his waist, supporting him. You pass your manager. “Hey, mind if I leave for a bit? Gotta make sure he stays alive, you know?”

Your manager nods and smiles at you. “Good first day on the job, (y/n),” he says. “Take the rest of the day off. But come back tomorrow. We’ll need you if anyone else decides to drown themselves.” He laughs good-naturedly and gestures to (c/n).

(C/n) laughs too and leans his head on yours, which is easy considering the ten inch height difference. You lead him through the gates. “Let’s go home.”

subterranean-waters

oh no, I can`t stop thinking that it happened after Megatron’s death T_T

I know that we, as a fandom, joke about Optimus Prime dying and coming back but lets be real here, Megatron doesn’t die. He just takes long naps enforced by serious injury. And sometimes death.

It’s fine, all you gotta do is dump his corpse in space/the ocean and he’ll be back (possibly as Galvatron/with a sick new paintjob/literally God) in like, a week.


And I didn’t even feel motivated to try and look up his deaths in comics. Has he been dying in IDW? I feel like he’s died or at least been assumed dead at least once. Maybe twice.

Anyways, the point is, don’t worry.

Age Is Just A Number (C.D)

|based on the request: Can you do a cameron dallas imagine where y/n is younger and the age gap bothers her?

|•1.9k words lmao, it went a different direction idk (hahaha like Zayn), requests are open (why do you guys keep requesting Nate tho like ik he’s bae af but why), masterlist is in my DESCRIPTION BUB•| 

 “Baby girl!” Cam shouts from the balcony on the front of his house. “You’re finally here!”  I use my hands to shield my eyes from the sun, looking up at my boyfriend in amusement. “We’ve been waiting here for ages!” 

“Are you going to come and open the door then?” 

 He scrunches his eyes together in a laugh. “Oh shit, yeah, right, I’ll be down in a sec.” 

Nash and Matt suddenly appear on the balcony as soon as Cam sprints off to come and welcome me. “So, are we babysitting you again today?” Matt jokes, making Nash laugh and clap his hands. 

Of course he’s already making jokes about me and I’ve been here for less than a minute, I think this might be a new record with Matt. I am in a relationship with Cameron Dallas and I am 17 years old. There’s a 3 year age gap between us and the other guys seem to find it hilarious. They’re always cracking jokes about our relationship and how Cam is my ‘babysitter’ rather than my boyfriend.  

I roll my eyes at their immaturity. “I don’t know why you’re laughing, Nash, I’m older than you.” He just shrugs his shoulders, rubbing his hand across his bare chest. 

“Who cares? It’s a couple of weeks difference!” 

“Doesn’t Cam babysit you on a day to day basis?” Nash stares at me with a death stare before he grunts and walks back inside in a strop. 

What a child. 

Literally. 

Matt laughs once more before walking in after his friend. Cameron finally gets to the door and leans against the frame, holding the door open for me. “Are you coming in or are you just gunna stand there all day?” He smiles over at me and I slowly start to walk to him. “Are you ready for a long awaited lazy day?” 

I shake my head. Another lazy day? Why does he never feel like going anywhere else but the bed when we’re together? “Why can’t we go out and explore the city?” 

“We always do that.” I deadpan and breathe out a deep sigh. 

“Bullshit, all we do is lay around in your bed all day and watch Netflix, it’s getting boring, babe.” 

“I don’t feel like going out into the city though.” I look up at him with big, begging eyes and a hearty pout. I take another few steps towards him and increase the size of my pout. Cam takes one more look at me before he blinks and finally cracks. 

 “Fine,” He sighs. He grabs my hand and pulls my body into his chest, wrapping his big arms around my shoulders tightly. “But let my phone charge a bit first, I’ve got like, no battery.” He presses a kiss onto my head and hugs me into him even tighter. 

“We can just go on a walk through the hills and take Jaxx with us, you don’t need your phone for that.” 

“I need my phone to take photos of my beautiful baby.” 

“Are you talking about Jaxx again?” I ask, making Cam laugh a little bit and kiss my forehead. 

“I was talking about you, I need a new picture as my lock screen.” I awe and pull away from him so I can see his face. 

“That’s cute of you.” 

“You’re cute.” 

“I know.” He jokingly pokes my nose and kisses my forehead once again. “Get your cute butt in the house, miss.” And of course, his hands swoop down from my shoulders and grab my ass. 

“Cameron Alexander!” I gasp, sarcastically of course, and lightly slap his arm. 

“That’s pedophilia!” Shouts Nash from behind the door, thinking he’s absolutely hilarious, when really, it’s just uncomfortable. “Stop touching little girls like that, Cam.” 

“Shut up, Nash.” Cameron laughs. Why is he laughing? What was even the slightest bit funny about that? “I can touch my girl however I like.” 

Matt decides to join in on the ‘fun’ banter that’s being thrown about. “Well, I wouldn’t in public because I won’t be bailing you out!” 

I honestly don’t understand why these guys like to make fun of mine and Cam’s relationship. Yeah, I get it that I’m 3 years younger than Cam but what’s so wrong about that? There are couples in the world where one partner is double the age of the other? How is 3 years so bad? 

Nash nudges Matts arm and laughs a little. “I’m sure your 'girlfriend’ would bail you out after dropping the child molestation charges against you.” 

 Is he being serious? How the hell can he even joke about that? That is a new fucking low for Nash, really, that’s disgusting. 

“Is she even old enough to bail someone out of jail?” Matt asks, scrunching his eyebrows up and looking between Nash and Cam for an answer. 

It really isn’t funny. I feel so uncomfortable standing here, especially with Cam having his arms wrapped around me and being so close to me. My parents are fine with the age gap, Cam’s family is fine with the age gap, my friends are fine with the age gap, his other friends are fine with the age gap, so why aren’t these two guys? 

“I don’t think there is an age limit to bail someone out, I’ll have to search it.” Nash just shrugs his shoulders and looks back over at me. 

“Well, I’m pretty sure little kids can’t bail grown ass people out so clearly, Y/N wouldn’t be able to get him out herself.” 

“I’m a 'little kid’ now am I?” I scoff, completely pulling myself away from Cameron’s hug. “How is it that I’m a hell of a lot more mature than both of you?”  

“Maturity has nothing to do with age, Y/N.” Matt smiles. 

He. 

Fucking. 

Smiles. 

I roll my eyes and take a step away from Cameron, I’m standing closer to my car so it’s faster for me to leave the situation if needs be. “Well, maturity has a lot to do with puberty and we all know that neither of you two have hit it.” 

“Wow, okay, that was too far, Y/N.” 

“That, was too far? No, Nash, that’s where you’re wrong. You two have been taking it too far with all of your 'jokes’ about my age and the age gap between me and Cam and it actually makes me really uncomfortable when you bring it up. I’m completely fine about it normally, I never even remember it half of the time, until I come here and that’s all you can seem to talk about.” 

What did I ever do to these two boys to make them want to emotionally torture me so much? I can’t even come and see my boyfriend for two minutes without wanting to punch someone or run off and cry. 

Cam reaches out his hand to grab mine, but I jerk my body out of reach. “Hey, babe, calm down…” 

Telling someone to calm down when they’re in the midst of blowing up is not a good idea. It can trigger their anger even more and can lead to uncontrollable violence. But that is the ultimate worst case scenario 

“No! I’m not going to calm down because every time I come around to see your ass, I get bullied about my damn age to the point where I think about just ending it to make your damn friends happy!” 

It’s true. I thought that if I just ran away from my little problem it would eventually disappear, but then I realised that I would be running away from Cam and I don’t want to do that. 

“Y/N…” 

“And why the hell are you even joking about child abuse? It’s fucking wrong! Real shit like that is actually going on in the world and its ruining those kids life’s and you’re stood there making jokes about it! You’re both sick, sick assholes!” 

Nash bows his head in shame and Matts eyes lower in embarrassment - damn right they should be feeling like that! 

“That was pretty low of me and I apologise on behalf of that incident.” Nash mumbles out his apology. 

I nod my head thankfully. “Thank you for that, but it doesn’t excuse the fact that you two seem to really dislike me for no actual reason.” 

“Babe, they don’t not like you, they’re just playing around.” Cam says, bouncing on the balls of his feet on the hot pavement. “Don’t take what they say seriously.” 

 I run my hand through my growingly sweaty hair and pull it away from my forehead.

“Cameron, they’ve actually hurt my feelings with what they were saying, I was fine with our relationship until they started making jokes about it.” 

 Matt rubs his forehead with his hand and makes the first move to actually give me a formal apology. “Hey, it was just meant to be a joke, I didn’t mean to upset you in any way, shape or form. I’m sorry if that’s how you really felt about what we were saying, we weren’t being serious.” 

“I’m sorry if it upset you that much, Y/N…” 

“I actually think you and Cam are really cute together.” Matt smiles. 

Cam grins and makes a quick move to stand behind me, wrapping his strong arms around my waist and kissing my cheek. 

Nash nods and hums in agreement. “If we make anymore jokes that make you uncomfortable, just tell us!” 

“I have told you before, you just didn’t pay any attention to what I was saying!”

“Sorry…” They mumble in sync, both giving me a closed smile. 

I take a deep breath in and accept their quiet apologies. “It’s okay guys.” 

I know that they are completely truthful with their apologies because they both look incredibly guilty right now and Nash looks like he’s about to cry, I can see his glistening eyes even when he’s hiding his face. 

 After a few seconds of awkward silence, Cam gestures for his friends to migrate back into the house and turns me around to face him. He rests his hands on my hips and lightly presses his fingers tips into the skin. 

 “Why didn’t you tell me that they were bothering you?” 

 “I didn’t want to upset you.” 

 “Baby,” He mumbles and sticks on a sweet smile. “You can tell me anything, you know that.” 

I nod my head knowingly but still shrug my shoulders. “I know I can, but they’re your friends and I didn’t want to make you annoyed.” 

No one wants to hear their girlfriend or boyfriend (or significant other) complain about their friends, do they? It just puts them in a position where they basically have to pick between their life long friends, or their possible long-term partner.

It’s just awkward and difficult. He softly kisses my cheek and pushes a strand of hair behind my ear. “Don’t listen to what anyone else has to say about us, your age is just a number, as is mine.” 

It’s so cliché hearing him say that, that age is just a number, but it’s completely compatible in this situation and he’s using it correctly. Nobody should care about how Cam is older than me, it’s only by a few odd years, it doesn’t matter at all. I guess the judging from the guys was the only thing that made me question everything. 

“You’re right.” 

“I always am.” I roll my eyes and scoff loudly. How arrogant can this boy get sometimes? “Oh, so cooking a pizza at nearly 350 degrees will cook it faster and not cause a fire?” 

“That’s our secret, sh.” 

 “Okay, Cameron.” I laugh quietly, nudging my forehead on his shoulder.

 “I love you.” 

 “I love you too.”

anonymous asked:

Hiya, Ashlee! Could I bother for just a second? I'm having quite a bit of trouble writing lately; I have an idea set for what I want to write, but I just can't get the juices flowing enough to press my fingers to the keyboard and make progress. There are somethings I REALLY want to get to, including a huge project I want to get moving, but I can't shake away this block holding me back. Do you have any tips on how to break away and get to writing again??? Thanks! -That sweet Anon from earlier. :D

Hey sweet anon!! You’re not a bother at all, I’m actually flattered you’d even think to ask me. :)

I understand perfectly well what a bitch writer’s block can be. I have a few different methods I use to break through it, so I’m just going to throw them all at you in no particular order and hope that one of them helps. 

Disclaimer: some of them will be contradictory because every case of writer’s block is different and what works one time might not work another. Also take everything with a grain of salt because a) I am sadly not a professional author, b) I am probably terrible at giving advice and c) it is very late and I may or may not be high on cold and flu medicine. 

Let’s go!

  • That scene that you can’t get out of your head? That one exchange of dialogue that keeps echoing through your thoughts, even though you have absolutely no idea who’s saying it or why? That little spark for your big project that makes you get butterflies in your tummy, the idea that started it all? Write it down. It doesn’t have to make sense. It doesn’t need any context at all. Don’t bother about stitching it into a larger plot or universe right now - just get it on the page. Yeah, it’s not going to sound as good on paper (or screen) as it does in your head, but it’s no good to anyone if you just keep it up there. The important thing is to just start writing. Worry about everything else later, and just start with what you have. You never know what could flow on from there.
  • But Ashlee, I hear you say, What if I don’t have any scenes or dialogue yet?! Never fear! If all you have is an idea - not even a plot, just a raw, basic, idea - you’re still good to go. 
  • Grab yourself a nice big piece of paper and write your idea down in the middle of the page. That’s right, we’re going to mind map this bitch. I find it helpful to use different colours for different things - one colour for character ideas, one colour for plot ideas, another for sub-plots, another for backstory, etc. etc. Apart from that, there’s no order to this part. Literally scribble all over the page, wherever you like, whatever comes to your mind. If one idea links immediately to another, sweet, draw a pretty coloured line between them and give yourself a pat on the back. If not, it doesn’t even matter. You’ve got plenty more paper to fill, so just leave that lonely little idea floating there in your cloud and move on to the next one: they’re all going to link up eventually, so don’t feel bad for it. 
  • Once you’ve got your awesome multicoloured mind map, step back from it and admire your handiwork. Look at all those words on the page! You did that! You deserve a cookie. Go get a cookie and then come back to your pretty mind map. It’s time to turn it into some not-so-pretty documents.
  • Group ideas based on colour and type them up into separate documents: At this point I normally do one for characters, one for plot and one for whatever the hell else I wrote down in my initial creative frenzy. 
  • Let’s start with the character document. I love characters. I especially love my own characters. They’re like my babies. (My teenaged, fictional babies.) But at this point in the process I don’t give them very much attention. I write down what I’ve got - usually a physical description, age, what their main goal/motivation is and some defining features that have bearing on the plot (eg. selfish, over achiever, etc.). 
  • And then I leave them alone. I’m a big believer in letting characters grow and develop over the course of the plot, so I don’t like to cram too much information on them immediately. Some people fill out massive character forms, but I’m not about that. If I know I want them to start out one way and end up a changed person by the end of the story, of course I write that down. But it is literally in the form of: “Starts out selfish. Develops heart/conscience. Sacrifices own happiness/original goal for others and ends up getting happiness through that act anyway.” Bam. Done. No more detail needed right now. Say bye to your babies and move on.
  • The plot document is next! You’re going to use a lot of headings and bullet points here. Probably. I do, anyway. Now is the time for me to introduce my good friend - outlining! (Outlining and I are actually not friends. We’re more like begrudging students who got paired up for a group assignment and really don’t want to work together but know that we have to in order to get a good grade, so we’re all passive aggressive and complain about each other to our friends for the whole project but end up pulling it together at the end and getting a pretty good mark. But whatevs.)
  • Take the points from your mind map and put them into a rough chronological order. After that, try to fill in any gaps you have, but don’t feel too bad about empty spaces. If you need to write “Something awesome happens here and they escape” just go ahead and do that. No one will judge you. Once you’ve got a big, very rough plot outline down, the fun really begins. 
  • Take that outline and break it down into three acts. Beginning, Middle, End. Simple, right? Now take each of those sections and break them down into chapters, where one big plot point/event/development occurs each chapter. Underneath the chapter number and the summary of the plot development you just assigned to it, break it down into three scenes (by scenes I don’t necessarily mean scenes, like how they use the term in screenwriting, I more mean it in the sense of pacing/emotional beats). In these scenes it’s good to make notes of any new characters or plot developments being introduced.
  • Here’s an example from the first draft of the outline I did for my novel.
    ACT I:
    Chapter 1: Introduce Jenna, Harper, Elle and Gabby as they move into their new dorm for their final year of school, and Jenna finds the weird old book.
    Scene I: Jenna saying goodbye to her dad, moving in with the girls and giving a basic rundown of how things work at this school/are different from what she’s used to.
    Introduce basic physical descriptions and history of the girls.
    Introduce Jenna’s dad being a professor on a research trip, hence the boarding school.
    Scene II: As Jenna’s unpacking and putting her stuff away she discovers a secret compartment in one of her drawers, inside of which is the book with notes about a storm and a shipwreck.
    Scene III: Jenna’s first day of classes.
    Establish Jenna as a good student.
    Introduce Bill the prefect.
    Introduce Chekhov’s Gun!!!!
  • You see some scenes are more detailed than others. I haven’t gone into what each scene really entails, and I haven’t even got a Chekhov’s Gun yet, I just know that I want one. Because Chekhov’s Guns are one of my favourite tropes and I love them. But anyway. The point of this outline isn’t to be super detailed and to have your entire story worked out - it’s simply to give you little breadcrumbs that you can follow when you get lost. They’re just jumping off points that remind you of all the bases you need to cover. 
  • If you have any snippets of dialogue or specific ideas you know you want to include, they’re just added bonuses you can put in their corresponding scenes. 
  • Don’t panic if you don’t have enough information to do an outline like that for your entire story! At first I actually only did an outline like the one above for Act I. Act III got a single paragraph summing up how I wanted the story to end, and Act II only got a few disjointed sentences with lots of question marks at the ends. But it didn’t matter, because I had a starting point, and as I wrote other stuff came to me and it got easier to fill in the gaps for the rest.
  • If you’ve made it this far go get yourself another cookie, because you’re being a real trooper. 
  • As you write, if you come to a scene that’s not working, skip it. Move on. Come back to it later. Maybe you don’t even need it, or maybe you just aren’t looking at it the right way at the moment. Whatever the case, let future you deal with it and just jump ahead for now.
  • If you want to go ahead and write random scenes in no particular order at all, do it. I do it sometimes, and store them in a separate document until I get up to that point in the manuscript. Then I copy and paste them in, do a bit of tweaking and reward myself for how much my word count just jumped with very little effort from my present self.
  • If neither randomly writing nor outlining is helping you, go ahead and step back from the project a bit. Go get another cookie. Go sit in the sun. Go for a drive with the windows down and try to find the exact words to describe how the wind feels against your face. Do not feel guilty for this. Everything is research.
  • When you come back, you don’t have to dive straight back into the proper writing. Make a playlist for your story. Choose a fancast. Make edits. Go searching for random prompts that don’t match your plot at all but will be a good exercise in character. Not everything you write has to have the goal of being in your final draft.
  • That’s a really important thing I’m going to emphasise: Don’t look at this with any sort of finality. First drafts are always crap. They’re meant to be crap, it’s why they’re called first drafts. A lot of the words you write today are not the words that are going to get published, so who cares if they don’t quite flow? They’re there, you wrote them, and that’s all that matters.

I have no idea if this makes any sense at all - I definitely went off on a few tangents - but I hope that you find something in there that can help you get past writer’s block. Feel free to message me if you have any questions or comments, and good luck with your projects!!

anonymous asked:

Bro I love your analysis's of the nations! Could you do aph Sweden?

Another character I’d say is similar to Germany except he is much more shy and conceded, he has tried to express himself but ends up shying away from it and often even grows discouraged when people are afraid of him.

He WAS intimidating during the 17th century because that was when he mostly had to defend himself in wars and such and that kind of side to him never truly faded away although it’s rarely used 

He probably wants to say “Don’t be afraid of me I won’t hurt you” but he can’t make it come out (in which Finland is a really good friend for him because Finland can carry a whole conversation for him and makes Sweden overall feel very comfortable) 

He’s a total sweetheart but that element of not being able to say much kind of draws away his strong points 

Covers his eyes once Finland grows embarrassed and doesn’t want him to see something 

Lending Finland clothes when he needed it and actually sewing them to fit his size 

When Finland asked for some space he literally backed all the way up in a corner 

AND THIS 

THIS RIGHT HERE

He WANTS to say something nice and sweet but he is literally so embarrassed that he’s just sitting there blushing just overanalyzing what he’s trying to say 

Sometimes it’s hard for shy people to get the right words out and he usually ends up mumbling or looking ‘mad’ because he’s in deep thought 

He’s honest to god a really sweet person who has yet to leave his shell 

vanillasweet  asked:

i'm honestly curious about a blaise x neville pairing. any ideas? ^^

okay so i have honestly never considered them but as we know i’m literally open up to any pairing so i think i can come up with a few ideas

  • i feel like even though blaise was around people that looked down on neville and made fun of him
  • he felt bad for him and actually wanted to help him
  • but it took a lot of courage for him to even let go of his pompous act to even potentially approach neville
  • his first attempt was fifth year after goyle and crabbe attacked neville
  • his books were scattered all over the hall
  • and blaise could tell that neville was holding back tears
  • so once all his friends left the hallway
  • he went over and helped him
  • neville was caught off guard but just said thanks
  • blaise said no problem
  • and neville walked off and they went on with their day
  • then sixth year came when they were at slughorn’s dinner party
  • he heard slughorn say something about neville that just didn’t rub him the right way
  • blaise then stuck up for him and stunned everyone
  • and neville appeared back in the room because he forgot his coat and overheard
  • neville was once perplexed again
  • blaise felt himself flush for the first time in his life
  • a few weeks later
  • neville approached blaise in the hallway and asked what he was playing at
  • then blaise answered honestly and said he wasn’t, he just wanted to get to know him better
  • no one willingly wanted to be friends with neville
  • and that made neville’s heart race
  • they became secret friends after that
  • they wrote each other letter’s constantly
  • and sooner versus later they changed from platonic to something more
  • but it changed their seventh year
  • their letters became scarce
  • and neville didn’t think it was wise to keep in touch
  • he was fighting for a bigger cause
  • and blaise wanted to protect himself
  • it wasn’t until after neville chopped nagini’s head off that they saw each other again
  • blaise was standing there breathless
  • and now that everything was over
  • blaise just didn’t care who knew anymore
  • he walked up to neville and kissed him
  • some people saw
  • but others were too preoccupied reuniting with their loved ones and mourning the dead
  • and all neville could think was, “this is what i was fighting for”
  • and blaise’s gut was on fire and he knew this shouldn’t feel so right but it did
  • and then that’s when he knew this was what he was holding on for
  • for this moment
  • for this chance
Christmas Together - Buttercream Squad Imagine

A/N- Could you pretty pretty please do a Christmas Eve imagine where all the boys get together at the Maynard/pieters apartment and y/n shows up 

I cannot explain how excited I am for Christmas. It doesn’t matter how old I get, the inner child in me will always show at this time of year. I love getting festive. Wearing Christmas outfits, decorating the house, making festive treats, buying presents and the Christmas music. I also love the bitter coldness outside, the fresh feeling, being able to dress up in winter clothes big coats, hats, scalf and knee length boots. It just made this time of year better. This year was going to be the best though. This is the first year where i’ve had a decent amount of money to buy good gifts for everyone. I was able to buy the gifts everyone deserved. 

After spending the day wrapping presents I had finally finished and now it was time to deliver them. I haven’t spent time with any of the boys in ages since I was visiting family back in America. As it was Christmas Eve it was a good idea to pay them all a visit. The best thing about this, they didn’t know i was back in the UK. They thought I was coming back for New Year. Well it looks like they can have a early present. 

Walking to and from the taxi 2 times i had managed to get all the presents to the Maynards/Pieters apartment. I knew all the boys were here as that’s what social media showed. It made my trip a lot easier, carrying presents by yourself is a difficult task. Taking the lift up to the right floor, i continued to drag the bags along with me until i reached the door. I knew it would be open as the boys never close it, i tried my hardest to open it quietly and with success i did it. Shutting the door quietly, i left the presents in the hall way and tip-toed along the corridor to hear the laughter from them all filling the room. I couldn’t help but smile. I could feel the excitement building up inside of me. I moved myself into the front room so i was in full clear view to see everyone’s faces light up.

“Hey guys” 

“Y/N” A few of them said in unison.  

“What are you doing here?” Oli asked surprisingly. 

“Aren’t you meant to in America?” Caspar asked.

“I thought i’d come back and spend Christmas here for once” I smiled. One by one i hugged them all. “Plus i wanted to see you all open your presents!”

“We were literally just saying it would be nice if you stayed here in the UK for Christmas one year” Jack mentioned. Even though I lived in the UK, i was originally from America so I went back for the holidays. This year i wanted it to be different. 

“Well it looks like you’re all stuck with me now” I placed myself on the sofa inbetween Joe and Conor snuggling in grabbing the blankets. 

“You’ve only been here 5 minutes and you’re already making yourself at home” Conor laughed but i knew no one minded.

“If you want me to go back I will” I started to get move out my seat before I was pushed back by Joe. “No you have to stay” 

It was nice being surrounded by people I loved at this time of the year. Even though we get together quite a lot, it was different. None of us were working, no editing, no filming. It was great. Laughter filled the room along with jokes and comments being fired. I couldn’t ask for a better Christmas. 

“What’s been everyone’s favourite memory of this year?” Caspar asked.

“Getting deep arent you Casp” Mikey laughed.

“I thought it would be a good conversation topic” 

“Mine is bringing out my book and seeing all the places ive travelled to this year” Oli started. 

“My favourite is starting Youtube” Mikey spoke next. “I didn’t think i would do it but it’s actually been enjoyable”

“Aww Mikey” I added. 

“I have to say mine was doing Hit The Road and all the new merchandise” Joe went next. 

“You still haven’t given me a hoodie” Josh faked laugh trying to be hurt but failing. 

“It’s because you’re so tall! We’re waiting on one being made especially for you” Joe commented back. 

“I wasn’t being serious but aw thats cute buddy!” Josh said hugging Joe while he pushed him off. 

“Mine is all the presenting gig’s like on capital, jingle bell ball, bonca’s” Jack said. 

“Obviously mine is finally getting my album finished” -I wish Conor would drop his album patiently waiting here. Conor proudly added. That was an achievement, we’ve waited long enough but it was worth it. 

“My favourite part of this year is seeing all you guys do so well, watching you achieve what you wanted” Caspar smiled. He is so genuine and cares about others more than himself. He is such a great person. 

“Caspar!!” I shouted. “Thats so cute of you”

“Buddy!!” Joe commented next. 

“Cor mate thats nice of you to say” Mikey added. All of us staring at Caspar making ‘’aw’’ sounds started to cause him to blush. This made us laugh and started throwing pillows at him. 

“Love you bro” Conor said. 

“I wouldn’t say that, Joe may get jealous” Jack smirked knowing it would wind them up.

“Jaspar will always be around don’t worry” Joe joined in laughing it off. 

“Y/N what’s yours?” Josh asked. 

“Mine? erm” I tried to think of what i had done special this year and i couldn’t exactly think of anything to live up to what the boys said. “Probably spending more time on doing things that made me happy, finding myself more and spending time with the right people” 

“Aw Y/N” Jack first spoke. 

“We’re proud of you, seeing you happy with yourself for the first time in ages makes us all happy i hope you know that” Joe smiled with everyone else agreeing. As i hated the attention on me, i soon changed the subject.

“What’s the plan for tomorrow?” 

“Well we’re all crashing out here tonight spending the morning here, opening presents, eating breakfast then we’re all going Sugg’s apartment for Christmas dinner as he’s the best cook” Caspar told. 

“Obviously you will be joining us?” Joe asked? 

“I didn’t come back from America just to be spending it alone” I chuckled. 

“You can have my bed tonight, i can get in with Jack” Conor suggested, being the gentleman he always is. 

“I’m sure Y/N wouldn’t mind sharing a bed with you” Oli smirked. He knew i had a little crush on Conor but no one needed to know that.

“I would prefer sharing a bed with Y/N than Jack” Conor laughed causing Jack to scoff but soon laughed it off.

“Share with me then” I commented with a slight blush to my cheeks as i could feel Oli’s stare and smirk in my direction. 

“Sorted. Me and Y/N in a bed, Jack can share with Joe. Caspar and Josh. Mikey and Oli on the sofa beds” Conor spoke deciding for everyone. 

“Guys!!” Josh shouted. “It’s one minute to midnight” We all watched the clocks, watching the seconds tick by. The build up inside me started to get me excited. 

“MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE” 

Jealous (Jack G)

Word Count: 400+

Jack and I just arrived to Sammy’s cookout when Sammy invited me into the kitchen. I didn’t know why and neither did Jack, but I trusted him since we were basically best friends. We were always hanging out and I don’t know how Jack felt about it, but I think he was starting to get jealous. Jack watched as I entered the kitchen from the backyard. “I need help with these burgers and I’d figured I’d ask you and you could give me credit.” Sammy said, embarrassed.
“Sammy, you have to be kidding me. They’re burgers. You put them in a pan, season them, and flip them a few times until they’re done.” I laughed.
“Y/N, please. I tried making some earlier and it just wasn’t working. They kept falling apart and the cheese melted all over the place and I don’t even know which seasoning to use.” He looked at me, “Please.”
I shook my head and chuckled, “I guess, Sammy, but you owe me one. Like those really, really good chocolate desserts you make. Yes, those are amazing. Almost as amazing as my cooking in general.”
He smiled and hugged me, “Of course.” He said as he kissed my cheek.
“So,” I said as I put a couple burgers in a pan, “I think Jack is a bit jealous of how much we hang out.”
“He shouldn’t be, I mean, we’re literally just friends. No feelings whatsoever. Maybe a little hots because let’s face it, you’re hot, but everybody knows that.”
Jack walked in the kitchen, “Can I have my girlfriend back now?”
“Listen, dude. I’m sorry if we come off as thinking we like each other, but we don’t. We’re just best friends.” Sammy tried explaining.
“Yes, I’m sure. You guys literally hang out every day, it could be all day or twenty minutes. Either way, you see each other at least once a day, it’s annoying.”
“Baby, I love you. I love Sammy, too, but as a best friend. You have nothing to worry about. I promise.”
He looked at me and sighed, “Okay.” He smiled and walked over to me, whispering in my ear, “Just wait until we get home.” He smirked and walked back outside as I felt the blood rush to my face.
I turned around and started seasoning the burgers thinking about what would happen later on that day.