I had this girlfriend once where things were getting pretty serious. We wanted to move in together, so we went looking for an apartment. The second one our real estate agent took us to was perfect, we both loved it, so we made the decision to move in. Our neighbour was a really nice guy named Joseph. His wife had left him a few years prior, leaving him alone to take care of his eight-year old son. I always felt kinda bad for the guy. He had this weird accent that was really hard to place.
So being that I am a fangirl of many different things, from
books to manga to anime and series, I have come to recognize the crazy decline normal signs or stages that I follow when I fall head
first into another fandom.
So, guys, here are my eight stages of being a fangirl.
Or more commonly known as the eight stages of going fandom
Ok so first there is the discovery – this is
where you “accidentally” stumble upon another series or anime to get absorbed
into watching or book or manga to spend hours reading. It usually starts with
something like artwork you come across or a clip or gif of the obsession. This
is usually where you get sucked into the new fandom, by the time it happens
there is no chance for escape (not that we want to).
Now comes the beginning of addiction – now you
start with your obsession. I find mine usually begin with me falling in love
with one of the characters, for example with Voltron I fell in love with Keith.
You start to see things and traits that you love about them and that makes them
so darn cute. This is also where you start collecting random pieces of fanart
to use as wallpapers on your devices and post to your blogs. Soon half your phone’s memory is filled.
The anime, series, or book ends and you go into
denial before begging for more – Most of the time when this happens I go into a
slump where I cannot function without this series or anime, I legit just
rewatch the anime repeatedly till I know the lines without needing the subs. If
it’s a book I go through this phase of knowing the quotes and trying to use
them in everyday conversations (I also
have internal debates on if I should get pieces tattooed onto myself). Also, it’s
never below me to go and possible beg the author, artist or production company
to bring out more.
Tumblr and the internet become my best friend – often the people I surround myself with don’t
understand my obsessions with certain things. But people online understand. I
go and stalk blogs and sites to find out every little detail about my favorite show or anime. Often just reblogging
images of the anime and series or book till my whole dashboard looks like some
sort of shrine (Not that I am complaining).
Official fandom member – well this step is pretty
Fangirling at maximum output – this is where
your obsession reaches full-frontal momentum. From fanfiction writing to
imagining scenarios for characters. Photoshopping images of you and the
characters from the anime, series or book is also not exactly out of the ordinary,
is it? This is also where I start using my fangirl cries and mating sounds, you
know the ones right? Those shrieks and grounds and sighs whenever you see any
mention of that obsession or fandom.
(This step is optional) The unconscious ending
to your obsession – sometimes you don’t even realize
it, but you slowly become less obsessed with the fandom, it no longer brings
those fangirling moments and you no longer reblog every single article related
to the fandom. The one thing about this step though is that it never fully disappears.
The love you had for the fandom. There is still a
part of you that loves the fandom. You will still feel that joy whenever
new exciting news about it is shared, you just no longer stalk and investigate
every little detail about it. It becomes an old friend that you can return to
every now and again, a place that will always be home.
I’m losing my mind losing my mind losing control, oh oh
These fishes in the sea they’re staring at me oh oh
A wet world aches for a beat of a drum
Seven years ago
“Juggie!” The boy turned, but barely had the chance to even manage a smile, you’d already caught up to him, and stolen the grey beanie from the top of his head. “Mom said I can go home with you today” You told him, and he grinned.
“Good! You can finally come see my new room! We painted it over in a new color” The eight year old boy responded, and you grinned and nodded excitedly.
“Guys you always leave me behind!” You both turned, as a panting Archie ran to catch up with you on the sidewalk.
“Sorry Arch but you’re just too slow” Jughead said.
“Yeah, even I’m not that slow” You said. “That’s why I get to wear the hat” You grinned cheekily, and the red haired boy rolled his eyes.
“No. You wear the hat ‘cause Jug’s all in love with you” Again, you grinned, and hooked your arm through Jughead’s.
“Well that’s why we got married” You said like it was obvious.
“But you told me that we had to wait” Jughead stuck out a pouty lip.
“Only because my Mom said it’s not legal because we’re too young” You told him. “But when we’re eighteen, we can get married” You said, and he smiled again quickly. “Ooh! Can we get married at Pop’s!?” You asked excitedly.
“Yeah! We can use the onion rings as the wedding rings!” Jughead exclaimed, proud of himself for coming up with such a good idea.
If I could find a way to see this straight
I’d run away
To some fortune that I, I should have found by now
“I just don’t get it. Why’s she go crawling back to him when he’s clearly a douche” You said, putting popcorn in your mouth. Jughead rolled his eyes. You both were at the Twilight Drive In, watching whatever chick flick was showing tonight because hey, Jughead worked here, so it was free. You were pretty much here every night, but tonight was the last night that it was open. You were sat in the back of Kevin’s truck, you between both boys.
“Sounds vaguely familiar” The boy with the crown beanie said, referring to your sleazy boyfriend Reggie.
“Oh shut it Jones” You said, swatting his arm, and looking to Kevin to back you up.
“He’s got a point” Kevin said, and you narrowed your eyes at him. “Well I mean if he was a good- where is he tonight?”
“I can’t hang out with my friends?” You defended.
“Well when was the last time you hung out with Reggie?” Jughead asked you, and again your narrowed your eyes.
“Just today in school-”
“No like a date. You know. That thing couples do” You rolled your eyes now, tired of always having this conversation. You weren’t mad at either of them, of course not. If anything you were mad at yourself. Because you knew they were right.
I’m waiting for this cough syrup to come down,
Jughead walked home with you, a backpack with all of his belongings on his back. Since the Drive In was getting bulldozed today, you’d told him to come spend the night with you, and that you’d figure out a better situation later. Right now all you could think of was Archie’s house, but Jug and Archie haven’t been doing too hot, and you didn’t want him to be uncomfortable.
“So, how’re you feeling?” You asked him, and he shrugged his shoulders.
“I don’t know I guess. I feel like it hasn’t really clicked” He told you honestly, and you nodded in understanding.
“I wish you could just live with me” You said, entering your neighborhood now. “But mom didn’t really like that idea of mine” You chuckled a little. A bitter and sad one.
“Yeah me too” Jughead gave you a slight smile, which made you feel a little better. “I’ll figure something out though” He said, hooking an arm over your shoulders. “I always do” You leaned your head against the side of his shoulder, staying silent as you walked like this. After a few moments, he took his hat off. Then set it on your head, tugging it down over your ears so you’d stay warm. For some reason you never planned your outfits for the chilly weather of Riverdale.
When you got home, there was a note on the door from your Mom. Saying that she went to bed and that Jughead best be sleeping in the guest room. You’d laughed softly upon reading it, and kicked off your shoes. Jughead did the same, and followed you into the kitchen.
“I’m getting water you want anything? Something to eat or drink?”
“That’s alright I’m fine” He replied as you filled your glass. “Has Reggie ever been here?” He didn’t really know why he asked this, or why it mattered, but for some reason he wanted to know.
“Um.. no? Why?” You asked, taking a drink of your water.
“Well I was just thinking, Kevin and Archie and Betty and I have been in and out of this house our whole lives, and you’ve been dating Reggie for like.. Two months now and he’s never been inside?”
“I-I don’t know we never have the time” You said, shaking your head and walking out of the kitchen. Jughead followed you again.
“Well maybe he should make the time-”
“Jug why does any of this matter?” You asked.
“Because that’s what people who love each other do they make the time to be together why do you think I’m always dragging you to Pop’s and the Drive In?” He raised his voice, not really yelling because he knew your mother was asleep upstairs. You stared at him for a moment, swallowing thickly and setting your water down on the coffee table. “I’m sorry that was out of-”
You reached forward, cupping his face between your hands and pulling his lips down to meet yours. It was like instinct to him, pulling you closer and tangling a hand up in your hair, his hat falling off of your head.
“Reggie and I don’t love each other” You mumbled, lips brushing against his slightly. Jughead looked from your lips to your eyes
It was quiet for a few moments, until you both smiled slightly and pulled away. You wanted to kiss again, you both did honestly, but that would be wrong. You were technically still dating Reggie.
“Let’s go upstairs” You said quietly, and he nodded, lifting up his backpack and walking with you up the stairs. You sorta pointed to where the guest room, and he nodded, entering and looking around. You stood at the doorway, watching as he was inspecting the room. “There used to be a monster under the bed, but Mom said that she exterminated it a few years ago” The boy chuckled, setting his bag by the bed.
“I’m uh… I’m gonna go change for bed” You jerked your thumb over your shoulder, and Jughead nodded. You shut his door and walked into your own room, closing your door behind you. You took in a few deep breaths, assessing everything that had just happened in the past half hour. Your head buzzed and it wasn’t until you were in sleep shorts and a tee shirt, that you caught a glance of yourself in the mirror. The beanie had managed to stay on your head. Barely, Jughead had nearly pulled it off, but it rested there on top of your messy hair.
You giggled to yourself with giddiness, again your thoughts rushing over what your day had been like. Somehow Reggie making out with you earlier in the crowded hallway, was nothing compared to Jughead sweetly kissing you in the empty living room.
Life’s too short to even care at all,
I’m coming up now, coming up now out of the blue,
These zombies in the park they’re looking for my heart,
A dark world aches for a splash of the sun
Jughead was laying on the guest bed, he’d stayed overnight before, but it was a long time ago, when Archie and him would share this bed after a long day of playing outside and at the park. When you’d all grown up, your parents weren’t exactly happy about hormonal teenagers sharing a bed.
He was on phone, typing away at the document that his novel was on, but once he’d written nearly a whole chapter about the beautiful y/n l/n, he’d decided maybe he wasn’t in the right mindset to be working on it. So he’d shut off his phone, and slid it up on the bedside table. It took a long time to even remotely get tired, his brain working overtime thinking about the events of the night. He could also hear you walking around your room, probably pacing as you studied, like always. Super late, and moving erratically around your room. Here and there he’d hear your voice, but not the words. Also something you commonly did while studying something. But eventually he was drifting off to sleep to your ramblings about something unknown to him.
A few minutes later, his door creaked open. “Jug?” You called softly, and he hummed, not bothering to open his eyes because he knew it was you. “Can I come in?” He nodded, humming again, and you entered on your tiptoes, shutting the door silently behind you, as not to alert your mother that you were in a closed room with a boy. She’s a parent, she worries.
“Y’ okay?” Jughead mumbled.
“Mhm” You said, coming further into the room. “Can- can I-”
“Sure” He moved back on the bed, and finally opened his eyes as you slipped under the covers. You were still wearing his hat, and brought the slightest of smiles to his lips. “Study good?” He asked as you rolled on your side to be facing him.
“Um no I wasn’t studying” You said. He looked down at the glimpse of movement, and caught you wringing your hands together. You were nervous. “I um, I… I called Reggie” You said, teeth sinking into your lip.
“Okay” Jughead replied, unsure of what to say to you.
“Life’s too short to be caring about the wrong people”
If I could find a way to see this straight
I’d run away
To some fortune that I, I should have found by now
You were walking to school the next Monday morning, in leggings and a blue jean jacket over to your red and black striped tee shirt. Your converse skipped here and there along the sidewalk.
And oh, how could I forget, you had a grey crown beanie on your head.
Until Jughead pulled it off and secured back onto his raven head of hair. You pouted at him, and he smirked.
“Sorry y/n, trust me I love when you wear it, but I’m not putting myself lower on the social class chart than I already am” You rolled your eyes, pecking your lips to his cheek quickly, and turning his smirk into a smile.
“I get it on the way home?”
“It’s not a child and we aren’t it’s divorced parents” He chuckled, and you giggled too.
“But was that a yes?” He rolled his eyes and shook his head, but the smile he wore gave you your answer, and you grinned back.
School was a normal routine. Lockers, classes, lunch, classes, student lounge. The lounge being where you were sat now, across from Veronica, and surprisingly Archie. You hadn’t really talked to the ginger in a while, but it was nice catching up, like old friends. Jughead would be with you soon, which you were slightly anxious about, seeing that the two boys hadn’t talked since the summer.
And you were right to say that Jughead was set back a bit when he came up to your table and saw Archie Andrews sitting across from you, the three of you laughing. So he did the only thing he knew he did well. He approached the table, placed a hand on your back, and the moment you turned he kissed you. Instantly you knew he wasn’t happy, (Juggie was not one for PDA) and Archie and Veronica’s brows shot up, having not known you were together.
“Took you long enough” You said, smiling unintentionally while he slid into the seat next to you.
“Should’ve hustled” He mumbled, but it was audible to the whole table. Veronica, to spare the awkwardness, dove into a conversation with you about going to the mall that weekend. You smiled and talked to her about it, making plans to ask Betty and it could be a girls day.
Your hand was squeezing Jughead’s under the table.
And so I run now to the things they said could restore me
Restore life the way it should be
I’m waiting for this cough syrup to come down
Two and a half months. Two and a half months since the drive in was closed down. Two and a half months of your and Jughead’s relationship being a thing. Two and a half months of fixing things between Archie. Two and a half months of just good days after school in the lounge and at Pop’s. It was a simple happiness really.
You were currently invested in a book at the usual booth at Pop’s, sitting across from Jughead. Well you would be when he got here, you’d decided to come sorta early to get some extra reading in, and Pop’s was such a nice environment that you didn’t mind.
You hadn’t really heard the bell on the door, indicating that someone had come into the diner. But soon someone walked to your table ad sat down across from you. You glanced up from your book, eyes widening slightly when you saw Jughead across from you. Wearing a button down, but unbuttoned green and black flannel, with dark jeans. But most of all that stood out was that he wasn’t wearing his hat.
“Hi..?” Jughead’s brows furrowed as you just stared at him, lips parted in surprise.
“Nice- I mean hi!” You shook your head. “Y-you look nice what’s the occasion?” You stumbled out your words, which made him chuckle.
“You look lovely as well” You looked down at your regular jeans and sweater, with ratty converse on your feet.
“Um-?” You gave a funny face, and he shook his head, smiling at you genuinely
“Tonight’s a special date” He said, setting his elbows up on the table, you did too, letting him hold your hands up between you.
“It is?” You asked, suddenly worried. Was it an anniversary? His birthday?
“Two and a half months” He told you, and you raised a brow. “Of enduring dating you, and living in Archie’s house” You smiled, a laugh leaving your lips as well.
“Enduring dating me? Jug I’m so low maintenance” You said, and he chuckled. “And if you’d told me that you wanted to celebrate half month anniversaries, I could’ve dressed nicer” He squeezed your hands gently.
“I think you look beautiful” You rolled your eyes to hide the blush, but he saw it anyway. “And I was thinking to celebrate, tonight we keep ordering milkshakes until one of us passes out-”
“I love you too” You blurted, and Jughead’s lips parted slightly. “I never- you sorta… sorta said it and-”
“And I meant it” He told you. “Look, y/n I know I don’t say a whole lot of things like… like that, but I do, and it’s important that you know that”
“I do” You said, smiling softly.
“Good” Jughead grinned, just as Pop came over and took your orders.
One more spoon of cough syrup now, whoa
You had a hand on your stomach while Jughead had his arm around your back, hand lying on your waist as you two walked home from Pop’s
“Six milkshakes” You groaned. “I think I’m gonna puke”
“Eight y/n” Jug whined back, and the two of you practically leaned your weight on each other while stumbling slowly along the walk.
“Why was this a good idea?”
“I don’t remember” Your head fell against his shoulder, whining some more and his arm held you tighter.
“Hey, would you be mad if I went back to Archie’s too and crashed on the couch?” Jughead shook his head, turning to look at you and his nose coming into contact with your forehead. You hummed slightly, and he left a kiss there on your head.
“Yeah not at all” He said, and you leaned on him again, this time staying there. “I love you” A small smile graced your lips, and you slowed your walk to a stop, in front of Archie’s driveway. You turned in front of him, and your hands rested against his jaw, fingers curled at his neck.
“I love you too” You murmured back, and he wrapped both arms around your waist, smiling as he ducked his lips down to meet yours. “A lot” You added when you pulled apart, your thumb resting on the front of his chin. His lips quirked in a smile, and he tugged you against him, cradling your head against his chest. “You’re the best second grade husband ever”
Given your new place, getting to know Ivar was unavoidable. You just didn’t expect to be in this way this soon. But there were certain things you could have guessed, could expect. What you get to know about yourself comes as far more of a shock.
So I’ve been best friends with this guy for about eight years. At one
point we did some game sharing on Xbox and just alternate on who bought
games so we’d be able to play with each other. I moved away and would
drive back (about 6 hours one way) maybe once a month to visit him and
another friend. I was planning another trip out there and tried hitting
him up and got no response. At this point it had been maybe a month
since I’ve talked with him which was no big deal. So I hit him up on fb
and Xbox still no response…I ask his brother if his phone is broken or
anything. Naw it works fine. So for the first time going out there I
don’t stay at his place or see him. I even texted him while I was there
trying to hang out with him and got nothing. After I got back home from
my trip this is where the Xbox thing comes back into it. I notice he’s
about to play a very new game I just bought with a few friends. I go
into my settings and revoke his privileges of playing any of my games
basically. I sat there on his profile and watched as he tried to launch
it multiple times and then try to play about 15 other games, all of
which I owned before he resigned to Netflix. It wasn’t until then he
told his brother apparently he tried to reach out to me but in reality I
got nothing from him. It’s now been maybe four months since I’ve heard
from him and still extremely confused as to why but I feel somewhat
satisfied from my act of pettiness.
for some reason i was kinda struck with this idea of wonwoo while i was plotting and i can’t really get it out of my head
so in college, wonwoo is… elusive
he’s the kind of guy that could be in a class of eight and you still wouldn’t recognize him if someone showed you a picture
but that’s bc of himself and no one else
he doesn’t really like taking all the spotlight and by going to a huge university, he can blend in pretty well
despite having a lot of outgoing friends, their personalities have never really rubbed off on him
despite his best friend mingyu trying to bring him out of his shell all the time, wonwoo is pretty fine being confined to his dorm in between classes and staying home from rowdy parties on the weekends
and it’s not a problem to him. he loves solitude
some of his friends don’t really understand how he could be so chill with just spending all this time alone by himself but they never pressure him
however, one night after they all ace their exams, wonwoo is inevitably dragged out to party bc “you gotta celebrate that close call!”
wonwoo’s only reason for going is free food
so the guys take him to a bar and they’re all getting drunk off their asses, chasing around pyt’s and having the times of their lives, when wonwoo decides he’ll head home early
he’s not even halfway out of the door when he feels off
it’s like the happy atmosphere from inside is hosed off and all he can feel is danger danger danger
he turns this way and that, expecting some wannabe gangster or thug to be lurking around, ready to nab his stuff, but instead he sees you on the other side of the street, walking home and obviously alone
when he sees you’re the only person out in the open he just turns and starts his trek home, but then he gets a really nasty feeling in his gut and it keeps telling him to turn around
and when he does, he sees him
it looks like a pretty shady guy, somewhere in his late forties, dressed way too heavily for barely cool weather
the guy is keeping a pretty good distance from you too, so good that wonwoo, if he hadn’t been so instinctively inclined, might’ve went back on his merry way
but wonwoo knew better, and soon he was slinking across the street and tailing you two
as soon as an alleyway appears, the guy ahead starts sprinting, and wonwoo does too, his legs keeping him close behind until he’s right on top of the guy
the guy tries to grab your arm and when you hear the commotion behind you, you peel back just in time
wonwoo rams into the guy’s back and throws him to the ground, using all his force and knocking the guy’s breath out of his lungs, sending a kick to his side and making the guy cough in pain
“what do you think you were about to do?” wonwoo growls, and the guy on the ground shrinks back and quivers bc he definitely wasn’t expecting a real fight tonight
the guy keeps shaking helplessly and glances at you before he goes “m-man, she’s not even worth it” and runs off
wonwoo is still standing, watching and making sure the guy doesn’t come back, when you grasp his upper arm
he jolts bc he’s still kind of riled up, but when he sees you, soft and gentle, he finally takes a peaceful breather
“thank you, wonwoo”
wonwoo kinda rears back in shock bc??? you know his name?? how???? he only talks to like twelve idiots and they’re all currently drunk in a bar half a mile back
when you see the uncomfortable look on his face you immediately pull your hand away from him, telling him your name as you start blabbering “i’m not a creeper or anything i swear! you’re just in one of my classes and i remembered you”
and again, wonwoo is still in shock
bc this is the guy that blends in on purpose, and never tries to make conversation unless absolutely necessary, so why had you said his name like you were both old friends?
“your… class?” he asks, racking his mind for where he might’ve seen you, and you tell him that you both have chinese history together and he’s like ohhhhh, the class he always falls asleep in
the only reason he’s passing is bc of jun and minghao, two chinese transfers who always begrudgingly help him with his homework
“i remember you from hearing the teacher yell your name every fifteen minutes. are you… narcoleptic or something? should i walk you home just in case you pass out?”
and you actually mean it seriously, even going as far as to take his arm in your hold
but wonwoo is just so endeared by your look of concern that he splutters between laughter, turning his head away from you in disbelief
bc really, a pretty stranger like you wouldn’t speak to him longer than they had to, so why were you still here?
“i’ll be fine. if anything i should walk you home, in case that punk is waiting around the corner or something” he says, casting glances here and there to make sure the coast is clear
finally you just take his arm fully and drag him along with you, taking him by surprise as you hum, “for the sake of both of us, then”
the walk home is quiet and while usually it’d be awkward for wonwoo, he actually doesn’t mind it in your presence
he can focus on the sounds of cars on the street, dogs barking in the distance, and your soft breaths in the cold air
he watches as you take forced deep breaths and exhale just to watch the air steam before you, as you take pride in the crunch of leaves under your boots, as you tug your scarf just a little tighter
and when you two finally make it to your dorm, you’re reluctant to pull away, your fingers twiddling as you give him a small smile “thanks for walking me all the way”
wonwoo just nods, stuffing his hands into his pockets, ready to leave, when you randomly call his name
when he turns, you’re shoving your phone into his chest faster than he can think, his hands fumbling to catch it before it falls
“put your number in”
it’s not even a question or a suggestion
you might as well be holding a gun to his head lol
(but you wouldn’t need one, wonwoo would do it anyway :D)
with freezing, nimble fingers, he puts his number in and watches as you smile at it
he’s about to ask what you need it for when you raise the phone and snap a picture of him, his eyes blown wide as he attempts to assess the situation
“cute. I think i’ll keep that.” you mumble to yourself, setting his picture as his icon before tucking the phone away in your back pocket and heading back inside, offering him a quick wave before you disappear from sight
wonwoo ends up walking back to his dorm a little slower, the only thing on his mind being the brief flash of light in his eyes before you snapped his picture, and the prideful smile you held when you looked it over by yourself
he didn’t even have your number, but you had his
walking home, he could only think “what a strange girl”
and strange indeed, bc the next day after class he’s getting a call from you
you don’t say much, just that he should meet you out front, near the building where you two share a class
he’s like pshhhh. nah. im not going……..well. idk im gonna walk past it to get to my next class….. i guess i could go see her…… maybe
his class is the opposite direction but shhh
when he gets there, he sees you holding two coffees, wrapped up in your scarf from the night before, looking cheery as he nears
“here!!” you shove a black coffee into his hand and he stares at the cup in confusion, popping the lid like???
“you assumed my favorite coffee is black coffee. you assumed wrong.”
and then you’re shoving like ten packets of sugar into his free hand with a pout “i had a feeling black coffee was presumptuous so i got you lots of sugar in case. you’re welcome.”
there’s a metaphor hidden in there you know
you start walking away and he stares at your back, unsure what to do until you twist and beckon him, and for whatever he reason, he finds himself following after you like a dog on a leash
you two stroll across campus, you chatting away and attempting to make him a laugh
and a few times you actually succeed
in between your rambling wonwoo focuses on you, attempting to decipher exactly why you’ve bothered to get him coffee, or to walk with him so casually as if both of you had been friends for years
it’s like you see more of him than he thought he had been showing
to his surprise, you two end up where his next class is with ten minutes to spare, the route you’d taken getting him there far quicker than the one he usually took
he mentally maps it in his mind before giving you a glance over and a small “thank you”
“no prob. see you later!”
and wonwoo is like yeah lol that’s just a simple, normal parting
but you actually see him later
guess who’s childhood friends with boo seungkwan???
when wonwoo comes over to see seungkwan at practice for the upcoming musical he’s in, he sees you joking around with the cast and playing with seungkwan
as soon as you two make eye contact, you’re shuffling over with a big grin and seungkwan is not far from behind, the look in his eyes
seungkwan: ( ͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡° )
wonwoo: Do Not
seungkwan: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )!!!!!
“so, you two know each other?” and there he goes
before wonwoo can even try to save his ass from what he knows seungkwan will royally misinterpret you’re butting in “oh yeah!! he walked me home”
and seungkwan is like oh??? did he now?? :)
“right after he fended off some creep. honestly, if he wasn’t there, I would’ve had to get my hands dirty”
but all seungkwan can hear is love! love! love! loVE
“wow, wonwoo doesn’t step in for just anybody. you must be special” he says, to make matters somehow worse
and then you’re looking, eyes wide, before glancing between him and seungkwan like no!!! no. no. what? no way.
but seungkwan is Convinced and there is no unconvincing mr. boo sorry i don’t make the rules
“it’s not like that, seungkwan” wonwoo pleads
“probably not. any decent person would step in if they saw something going on. i just… ya know… think it’s funny how wonwoo didn’t really have to walk you home. like not really. like that didn’t have to happen.”
and wonwoo wants to defend himself but also he… cannot?? like normal wonwoo would not go through that much effort
normal wonwoo would have beat that guy’s ass way worse too, but you had been there and he didn’t want to frighten you
which… is another thing he can’t tell seungkwan
instead he’s silent and seungkwan is like point? made
finally, seungkwan has to go bc some kid needed help learning runs
so when it’s just you two standing backstage you suddenly become quiet, even looking a lil
and he’s like isn’t that my thing
“sorry about seungkwan” you both say at the same time, and then you two make eye contact, right before you break into laughter
there he goes again, laughing because of you
his heart even swells a bit when you beam at him, proud that you’ve made him laugh
“you have a really pretty laugh. you should laugh more often” you tell him, and his cheeks BLARE red
instinctively he covers his mouth, up until you grab his wrist and pull it down “don’t hide your smile either”
and wonwoo on the inside is like “this girl is dripping in grease… i like it….”
you two just look at each other, gazes locked, neither of you knowing if the other should speak first or not
and then wonwoo breaks the silence to your surprise, “wanna go get something to eat? seungkwan looks like he’s gonna be a while”
he takes you to a sushi place and while wonwoo starts off really reserved, you manage to open him up a significant amount
by the end of the night he’s laughed more than he has since starting the school year, and you’ve just made him feel really happy and what is this feeling??? omg??
when you two are walking out, you’re about ready to do something bold but
he beats you to it
“this is probably really soon and i don’t want to freak you out but… wanna do this more often? like… go out, i mean. not like friends but you know as… something more.”
and you’re immediately like “of course!!! yes let’s do that!!!” and it’s just so cute
both of you are blushing, giggling messes going home
and from that moment forward, the cutest relationship ever begins
you’re much bolder in the relationship so it’s expected for wonwoo to have you come over unannounced often, or have you call him late at night just bc you want to hear his deep voice
he usually sounds tired and done with you but in reality his heart grows even fonder every time
he loves that in your spare time, when you’re away from him, you’re thinking about him still
you always send him cheesy texts and silly puns to make him laugh bc “even if i’m not there to hear it, you should be laughing wonwoo”
he is a gentleman and a little awkward about it
like he pulls your chair out a little too far for you and you nearly fall on your ass
he opens the door for you when you’re like fifteen feet away
his hands rarely drift farther than your shoulders
but it’s bc he doesn’t know how far to go, or how far you’ll let him go, so he’s always super cautious and tries to stay in tune to how you feel
he’s deeply emotional but he doesn’t like showing it
he’d rather bottle it all up until he’s so thinly stretched he implodes
so you learn that when he gets quiet and doesn’t really react to you when you ask him how he’s feeling that he’s bottling up something
you stop everything you’re doing and force him to talk to you
at first, he really despises doing it, but then he becomes a lot more open
you won’t even have to ask, he’ll just tell you how he feels right off the bat
he can simply text you how he feels and vice versa and you two take care of each other
wonwoo: feeling shitty. inadequate. please tell me you love me
you: coming over with ur fave movie and some takeout. i’m wearing the sweater you like to snuggle up on. i love you to the moon and back
you: i said i didn’t care that you were acting close with that girl from your class but in reality i was jealous :/
wonwoo: dummy, who else would put up with an emo dweeb like me besides an emo dweeb like you?? i don’t want anyone else either
like your relationship is so healthy
wonwoo feels safe with you
like he doesn’t have to tie himself up and restrict himself in front of you. he can just be
he loves you so much he takes you home to meet his family, and that’s a big deal for him
his family means the world to him so you meeting them is like… monumental
from then on, everyone knows he’s smitten with you
seungkwan has also deemed himself yall’s mediator and/or therapist
so if you two get into a particularly heated fight he’s always first to try and repair
he knows you two like the backs of his hands, so it’s easy for him to see where one of you has gone wrong
he scolds you both when you act childish and ends up ending fights way quicker than the two of you would end them on your own
the other guys are also deeply invested in the relationship
at least one of them knows where either you or wonwoo is at all times
wonwoo can trust his friends to look after you when he’s not around and you can trust his friends to be honest with you when wonwoo is feeling out of his element and not telling you
surprisingly, wonwoo is the first to say i love you
it just slips in the middle of a fight, when you two have come to each other’s ends and all the stress from school and friends has hit with a vengeance
he screams it, tears welling in his eyes
the room falls silent and he thinks that he’s really fucked up now
but then you come closer and pull him into a hug and he freely breaks down in front of you, holding onto you like dear life
“i love you too, idiot… i love you” is all you whisper to him, rubbing his back and letting him let go until he’s feeling better
wonwoo is actually very sensitive and he sometimes doesn’t say what he means but he loves deeply
Hey, guys! With only EIGHT more days until Mass Effect: Andromeda comes out, I thought it would be nice to take a step back and remember the games that got us this far. Here are five of the best tributes to Mass Effect I’ve ever seen! (Watch the first one last for the most feels)
This one to make you cry:
This one to make you smile:
This one to make you remember:
This one to make you laugh:
And this one to get you PUMPED UP!
Here’s to another great journey to come! Be seeing you in Andromeda!
Summary: Emma can’t help but wonder where she ranks. Killian reveals.
Warnings: Mentions of bigotry.
It’s not like she’s kept track, per se.
Emma Swan has never cared about black books or numbers: for herself or her partners. After her first (and rather disastrous) relationship, men had been a one-and-done sort of deal. No sordid swapping of past tales. No coffee and eggs in the morning. And definitely no numbers (she had donated a fair amount to the Save Haiti Hotline when one guy was persistent about her digits.)
Eight is a master of hand-to-hand combat. With his brute strength, blazing speed, and various fighting styles, Eight is an impressive close-combat specialist. He’s also good at dodging flying moogles thrown at him.
Around 2000 Years ago, our ancestor, Momtaku, created the empire known as “The Meta Community”. After her absence, her powers split into nine different Titans. Using the power of the “Paths”, she kept the others in check, in the event that they would go rogue and attack the nation of Tumblr, forcing dank memes for almost two weeks. However, after she came back, she displayed the power of the Coordinate, managing to keep the others in check for the time being.
Alright you all, if everyone is happy with their fair share of daily memes, this is as good as it’s going to get. Final Momtaku meme, but if there’s one post of mine that I want to go down in history… it’s MLG Zeke… okay and this one.