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How to Love Like Us (Ethan x Reader)

Description:  Ethan is asked to join his ex for a sit down video for a YouTube channel where they are instructed to ask each other about their relationship.  As they move through their conversation, travelling through the past, a question comes up that has yet to be discussed.  The response Ethan receives is one he never expected.

Word Count: 2,862

Warnings: Talk of depression. Language.

 A/N: This is based off of YouTube videos such as Hurt Bae and other couple one on one interviews with each other.  Thank you to @scuteedolans for encouraging me with writing this piece.  In this Ethan is about 20-21 years old.  I hope you enjoy it!

 Your POV:

It had been 6 months since I had last seen him.  I knew that we were about to enter the room at the same time to sit in those chairs, face to face, with nothing just a stack of questions and never-ending eye contact.  Sat in the center of a nearly empty room were two, tall director’s chairs set so that we would be across from each other.  A couple cameras were set up to record with the camera men standing behind them, just waiting for us to take our places.

I never thought that I would be in one of these “exes ask questions’ videos, but when I was told that Ethan was asked to do one, I felt like I at least owed it to him after the way we left off, so reluctantly I agreed to do it with him.

           “Y/n, are you ready?” I turned to face the producer who had set this whole thing up.  I’m sure my eyes were filled with fear and hesitancy.

           I took a deep breath and nodded my head.  Was I actually ready to face him?  Did I have enough time to prepare myself for what was to come?  I wasn’t told ahead of time what these questions were going to be.  It was obvious that there would be questions that would catch me off guard or would be ones that I didn’t want to answer, but I signed the form that I would be completely honest and open throughout the whole thing.

           “Is Ethan in place?” she said as she pressed the ear piece closer, waiting for the answer.  “Okay, perfect, let’s get ready.” She placed her hand on my shoulder, “You’re going to do great.  We can take breaks when needed and you don’t have to ask to get up.” Her hand gave me a quick squeeze.  “Do you need a tissue?” she handed it to me without waiting for my response.

           I looked at my feet the whole time I walked to my seat, too many thoughts racing through my mind for me to comprehend.  Once I was standing next to the chair, I looked up to meet Ethan’s eyes.  He looked at me with a warmth that made my heart skip a beat the same way it did the first time he ever looked at me.

           We both picked up the notecards from our seats before finally sitting down.  It took me a solid 30 seconds to adjust in my seat whereas it only took Ethan a moment to find a comfortable position.  He tapped his cards against his thigh to straighten them up, his eyes still trained on mine.

           “Would you like me to go first?” he asked quietly.

           “Yes, please.” My voice could hardly be heard. It was like my voice had caught up in my throat.

           “Okay.” He lifted the first card, reading it to himself before sharing it with me.  A small smile formed at the corner of his lips, “How did we first meet?” he placed the card at the back of the stack.

           I laugh a bit at the memory, “We were both at Best Buy.” He flashed a toothy smile, “You and Grayson were looking for a new camera while I was looking for a new lens.”

           “Grayson was doing all of the work while I was taking pictures of myself on each camera.” Ethan filled in the next part, shaking his head at himself.

           “You kept trying to take selfies with me in the background to make me feel uncomfortable, but it didn’t work.” I added, thinking back to that day.  I had noticed Ethan moving from camera to camera, turning it toward his face and snapping picture after picture.

           “And you,” he pointed right at me, “finally posed for a picture.  You flipped me off in the background.” He broke out in a small fit of laughter.

           I nodded, “I did.  You deserved it.”

           “You’re right I did.” He paused before nodding at the cards in my hands.

           Flipping the top one over I read it aloud without taking a look for myself.  I figured that it would be a better idea to just get it out.  “Did I ever do anything that made you question whether we were supposed to be together or not?  If so, what was it?”  The question rolled off my tongue much easier than it would have if I had read it in my head first.

           A frown formed on his face, his eyebrows knitting together.  He was taking a while to respond and it was making me more nervous than it probably should have.  “Nothing you ever did made me question us being together.  You were everything I hoped for and more.”

           My lips tightened, folding in as I tried to fight back the emotions I was feeling.  He said it in such a light tone, but the hurt that was in his eyes made my heart want to explode.  I tried to find the words to respond with, but there it was like fireworks, response after response exploding in my mind but fizzling away all too soon.

           Before I could even say anything he read his next card, “If you could describe our sex life in 3 words, what would they be?” I was surprised at how well he held it together as he asked.  I knew that he wanted to explode with laughter by the playfulness in his eyes.

           I bit my lip to suppress my grin, “Amazing, loving, and…” I tapped my chin, “adventurous.” I absent mindedly played with a piece of hair that was brushing against my face.

           “Oooh, adventurous!” he wigged his eyebrows and shoulders at the same time.  I immediately hid my face in my hands, embarrassed yet amused by his response.  “Don’t be so shy!” he leaned forward and gently hit my leg with his cards.

           “I can’t help it!” I argued, pulling out my next card, “What’s your favorite memory of us?”

           “Oh I don’t even have to think about this one!” he clapped his hands together.  “My favorite memory is the time we went on the jet ski and I let you drive it for the first time ever.  It was only a minute in and you knocked us into the water!”

           “I was so excited!  Guess the excitement got the best of me.” I giggled like a school girl.

           He shook his head, laughing, “When we came up we realized that you flooded the engine somehow so we had to swim it back to shore which took like a half hour.”

           “Then we got to the dock and you refused to help me out until I admitted that it was all my fault.  So when you finally helped me out I pushed you back in.”

           “And you told me it was out of love.  And I just knew, that I couldn’t let you go that day. I’ve never felt the way you made me feel.” He laughed, throwing his head back.  “God, no one could love the way we loved.  No one knew how to love like us.”

           “We did have an epic love.” I admitted, wishing I could relive all the moments we shared.

           “Next question.  What was your first impression of me?” he raised an eyebrow.

           I shrugged, “That you were a goon.  A cute goon, but a goon none the less.”

           “You loved every bit of this!” he held his hands out as if to say, ‘look at me’.

           I shook my head, heat rising to my cheeks.  “Let’s move on.  Are you in a relationship now?” my chest tightened.  I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear his answer, but the question had already been asked and there was no taking it back.

           “No.” he answered.  Short, sweet, and to the point.  “Are you?” he retorted.

           “That’s not your question to ask, it’s mine.” I raised my brows at him.

           “So you are.” He deadpanned.

           “No.  I haven’t talked to any other guy since you.  But it was my question to ask, so…” I made a childish face, placing the card at the back of the stack.

           He chuckled, “Always have to be sarcastic don’t you?”  I shrugged in response, “I miss your sarcasm.”  We both got silent.  He immediately looked down at his next card, “What was your favorite thing about me?

           “Your smile.” I responded.  “Your smile when you were excited, your smile when you were happy, your smile when I told a horrible joke, when we rode rollercoasters, when we were at comedy movies.  The way you smiled for me when I was sad and when I needed courage.  You’re smile whenever we were together.  I love your smile.”

           He purposely grinned from ear to ear.  He kept moving his head back and forth to make sure that I saw each angle of his infamous smile.  Of course I laughed because almost everything he does makes me feel an unexplainable joy that was unique to only him.

           “You were the reason I smiled.” Of course he had to pull on my heart strings a little more.  I was already feeling numerous different emotions and his actions and comments were only making those feelings stronger.

           “You were the reason I smiled.” I answered truthfully. Again we shared a moment of silence before moving on.  “What is the one thing you regret about our relationship or regret not doing during it?” I asked.  Why did these questions have to go so deep?

           His head turned to the side, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.  He kept looking at me out of the corner of his eye, but he couldn’t get himself to turn to me.  I let him take his time; I didn’t want to rush him.  “I regret not telling you I loved you more.  You deserved more ‘I love yous’.  I wish I would have told you how much I love you every second of every day.”

           The tears finally started to well up in my eyes as he finally looked at me.  The Kleenex that had been sitting on my lap was now in my hands, ready to soak up any tears when they finally fell.  He had seen me cry enough already during the breakup, I didn’t want him to see me cry again.

           I pushed myself up from the chair, setting the cards down on the seat.  My feet carried me out of the view of the camera and off set.  Ethan didn’t follow me, he remained in his seat, his head turned back to the side again, only this time his eyes were focused on the floor. I could feel my heartrate picking up and my breathing going deeper than it had in the past 6 months.  My hands were covering my face as I took the time to collect myself.  It was a solid 3 minutes before I built up the courage to return to my seat.

           “Sorry for making you wait.” I mumbled as I returned to my position.

           He shrugged, “It’s okay, you needed a break. I didn’t mind.  I’ll always wait for you.”

           I tried to ignore his comment because there was only so much more I could take before I had a full on meltdown.  “It’s your turn.” I gestured towards the final card in his hand.

           “Oh, yeah.” He whispered.  “Okay, my last question is… Why did we break up?” his voice trailed off at the end.  “I don’t even know the answer to this question; you broke up with me and never told me why.” The curiosity in his voice was almost over shadowed by the pain.

           When we broke up there were so many things going on in my mind and when I made the decision I just left him with only a few words spoken and a thousand tears shed.  He deserved more than that but I was too much of a coward to tell him the reason.

           “I… I broke up with you because… I just…” I stuttered through my words.  I never thought the day would come where we would be sitting face to face with nowhere to run, and I would be forced to answer this question.  “I broke up with you because I wasn’t okay.  I was filled with a sadness that couldn’t be lifted.  It weighed heavy on my heart.  There were things that were going on in my life that I didn’t share with you because I know how easily worried you get.  I was just so sad.”

           “I could have helped you.  Why didn’t you tell me?  We could have worked through it together!” his voiced raised a bit but not too much.

           “Ethan…” I took a deep breath.  “Ethan, you were the only thing that could make me happy, but when you were gone my world got darker.  Do you know how scary that is?  How scary it is to know that you are depending on one person to bring happiness into your life?”

           “If you would have told me…”

           I cut him off, “If I would have told you that would have put pressure on you.  Pressure that you didn’t deserve.  I needed to learn to be okay on my own.  I can’t depend on someone all my life.  It was up to me to choose the path, it was up to me to choose recovery, and it was up to me to let you continue on your journey without me holding you back. There were many times I wanted to call you.  I wanted to tell you what was going on.  I wanted to ask you to rescue me.  But I had to be my own hero.”

           He ran his hand through his hair, a frazzled sigh leaving his mouth.  “What happened?” he whispered.

           “I was depressed.  At first I thought that there must have been something to trigger it, but there wasn’t. Sometimes people just get sad and there’s no explanation.  I started to pick apart everything in my life.  I wasn’t happy with the way I looked.  I was constantly searching for flaws on myself; it was almost an addiction for me.  I hated my job.  I chose to do what my parents wanted me to do.  I’m an accountant!  I fucking hate numbers!  I wanted to be a writer, I wanted to tell the stories built up in my imagination!  I wanted to tell our story!  And… I thought I wasn’t good enough for you.” Once I finished I took a deep breath.  I closed my eyes so that I could just breathe.  The silence allowed me to hear my own heartbeat, my pulse pounding in my head. I could hear Ethan’s breathing. It was a sweet rhythm that brought me peace faster than anyone else could.

           “You were always enough for me.” I felt his hand take mine in his.  “You are always going to be enough for me.”

           “But in my head I wasn’t even enough for myself.” I made eye contact with him.  “And I deserve to be enough for myself.”  I turned his hands over and traced the lines imprinted in them.

           “How do you feel now?” he asked, his eyes watching my fingers dance against his skin.

           I smiled, “These past 6 months I’ve been working on myself. A big part of it goes into my writing. I’m almost done with the first draft. I’m happier now.  It’s a work in progress, but there have been many successes.”

           “I’m happy that you’re feeling better and I’m happy you’re writing again.” He encouraged me, “I hope you continue to do so.”

           “I haven’t finished it quite yet…” I lifted my fingers from his hand, leaning back against the chair.  He leaned back as well, looking hurt that I pulled away.  “There’s one more question by the way.”

           “Hit me.” He said, tapping his hands against his legs.

           “It says… Do you still love me?” my hands tightened around the card.  “You don’t have to answer that.”

           He held up his hand, “I will always love you.  You were my world.”

           “And you were my world.”

           We sat there, eyes connected, voices off.  The workers dimmed the lights around us, leaving us in a peaceful darkness.  The cameras were turned off, all of the room was silent.  I stood up and Ethan mirrored my actions, our eyes still trained on each other’s.  He stepped forward, his hand sliding up my neck, delicately pulling me closer to him. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against mine.  I could hear the shuffling of feet carrying the camera men away, leaving us two alone.

           “God, I’ve missed you.” He whispered.  I could feel his warm breath against my lips.

           “And I, you.” My fingers lifted and played with the hair at the nape of his neck.

           “Please, come home.” I could feel his thumb moving in circles against my skin.

           “Okay.” I whispered, lifting my head a bit.

           “I told you.  I’d always wait for you.” He kissed me softly, whole heartedly, and gently. And although I never quit loving him, I somehow managed to fall even more in love.


sobriquet [ jungkook ]

noun : a descriptive name or epithet; a nickname

he’s declared himself your honey bunny chunkie wunkie and who are you to deny him?

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader
genre: fluff, comedy
type: college au
word count: 3,075 words
warnings: none
author’s note: i actually wrote half of this while completely drunk and had no recollection of it, but rochelle @gukstudio filled me in, so she’s the real mvp and here’s my take on #rochkook ♡ — based on very recent, very true events that consisted of too much liquid courage, one and a half frat parties, the boys next door, rosebushes, grilled cheese, and a whole lot of pizza rolls.

Eighteen years of living and at the cusp of youth, with one foot prematurely stepping over the line to the adulthood, you bask in the moment, abandoning all thoughts of midterm exams and looming due dates and instead, choose to dance wildly around in the crowded room with Yuna and Lisa. The harsh glow of the strobe lights cast weird shadows over everyone as the blaring music shakes the fraternity house to its core. With too many people spilling out onto the pavement, several boys now stand at the doorway, blocking the entrance and allowing only females to enter. Typical.

A game of beer pong has been haphazardly set up on the cramped kitchen counter, and you can see Jennie over there, tossing back her third cup, as several of the guys whistle at her. Still not feeling the effects of alcohol, she looks over and winks at you, a sly look on her face contrasting the confused one on yours, before a familiar pair of arms loops their way around your waist, and you suddenly understand.

You almost stumble as the person clinging to you sways forward, nearly taking you down with him. You quickly steady yourself before whirling around to meet the large, brown, doe eyed, but also glassy eyed, gaze of your boyfriend. Even drunk, with his dark hair messily swept around and a lazy smile quirking on the corners of his pink lips, he looks beautiful with a white shirt barely clinging onto his shoulders and exposing his collarbones while his ripped jeans accent his legs very nicely if you do say so yourself.

“Hello, my schnookums pumpkin bunny boo,” Jungkook manages to slur out, planting a rather sloppy kiss on your cheek with a loud smack.

Ah, yes. And the cringe worthy pet names have started to make its appearance, and you know exactly what that means.

Time to take your clearly very intoxicated boyfriend back to his place.

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AhRo is everything to me. Not because I want or need her. She is the reason I’m still alive and breathing.

requested by @evil-writer

Some food for thought...

I’ve neither been to a comic con or invested my time meeting up with like minded fans to spend a weekend long catching up. I have indeed been around a fandom or two, immersed myself in all things shippery and of course battled the sides good and evil whereupon one side always believes actors do not date their costars or they’re either gay/bi or simply prefer dead beats or blonde bimbos with about as much talent as a toe nail (sound familiar?) What I bring to observations is years or reading body language (how your behavioural responses react) and micro expressions (facial responses)

I have always explained that it takes more facial expressions (that includes what your thoughts pattern comes up with through word association) to tell a lie, than it does to tell the truth. Body language is not hard to understand, it’s the motives behind the body language that’s more interesting. I could drone on lol about the differences of behavioural psychology but for the purposes of my musings I will keep it short.
Actors are great liars, they have to be. They are playing imagination stories, where they become a different person and it’s their job to make you believe they are that person you are watching. They can switch in and out of character at a split second and that’s why they are actors. But…like politicians they don’t like being caught off guard. I generally as a rule do not read print interviews, they are very one dimensional and are at the mercy of not only the writer but also the editor before it goes to copy. That’s where you get the whole ‘don’t believe everything you read in papers’ but since the birth of social media that also applies to gossip sites/entertainment blogs and so on. The best type of interview is video, where an interviewr conducts it in a pretty relaxed atmosphere, and you can pick up micro expressions and body language easier. When the person being interviewed and their words, cannot be taken out of context, it’s not as easy to hide behind lies. You cannot control your body language, many have tried. Politicians are schooled to use their hands a certain way when they are talking to come across 'open’ and 'responsive’ when dealing with the press. It’s not so easy to school your face into becoming less expressive, because your eyes are the biggest source of showing your true emotion.

Actors have the same level of schooling, which is why in history it’s easier to move from acting into politics, it’s just another role, just another stage you are stepping onto…but with greater consequences for your performance. Now the key to my lengthy observation has a lot to do with truth over lies, especially the weekend of comic con. I understand many have come to the Outlander fandom as new shippers and have never had to witness in their shipping the level of hostility from particular people, who simply will not accept the male lead is attracted to the female lead and vice versa. So the shipping level really grates on their nerves. Add to that they in their own little world want 'said’ actor simply for themselves. They get cross when he does something or says something stupid. They nanny and scold that he’s not behaving a particular way, meanwhile they constantly put down his costar, always berating her for how she dresses, how she acts, what she looks like. Because in their minds she’s not good enough for him (sound familiar?) The shippers see good and bad in both but believe with their own eyes they are a couple.

They cannot be a couple if they are dating someone else (although many an attraction has ended other relationships)
*You cannot help sexual attraction for a person you are working with. You can fight it and mostly win. But for others it’s a stronger pull than denial.
*You cannot fake attraction (see above) animal behaviour is no different when you are human - it’s instinctual you see a potentially mate and you make your move to attract them. You each give off a sexual scent (pheromones) to attract, straighten your back, puff out your chest (male) play with your hair or neck, cross and uncross your legs (female) point your feet in the direction of your attraction and so on. Dilated pupils and aroused parts of male and females erogenous zones is also partularly telling.

As an actor, you are very good at 'pretending’ you are with someone, in a performance you are only as good as your 'chemistry’ with the other actor is allowed. There are many forms of chemistry and not necessarily 'sexual’ in orientation. You develop a good working relationship with someone you become good friends with. Makes it easier to work with them in 'serious or sexual scenes.’ No actor that I know of particularly like doing sex scenes and those who do…well it implies they either don’t find the whole '15 or so standing in a cramped part of the stage, including sound technicians and camera operators, the producer and director.’ OR they don’t mind doing the sex scenes, because they find the other person…wait for it…attractive.

It’s all well and good for the antis of the shipping couples to suggest that they’re actors it’s their job, but that part of the job is not all it looks like on the screen. It’s made easier and less intrusive if you actor like the person you are rolling around and dry humping for the sake of believability. Comic Con is an important date in all major studios calenders both TV and film. It’s a time when the heads of those studios assign their up and coming blockbusters for their first preview to the excited fans, who have paid handsomely for the tickets, flights and accommodations to live the experience. It’s also a time when actors are under enormous pressure to stick to a strick time roster of where they are meant to be, running practically from hall to hall, fan panel, press panel, entertainment interview and signing…all in the space of 2 days. Publicists run around like ants on a sugar rush, ensuring the actor they are representing gets to where they are meant to be, stick to a rigid set of questions they will only answer and absolutely 'NOTHING’ about their personal life. They are there to promote, promote, promote. PR comes into play only when there are hints or suggestions that there might be more than on screen chemistry between the two leads or you just simply end up with a pretty busy, but friendly 2 days amongst your cast friends. We have seen the plethora of 'couples onscreen’ through movie and television to understand fans wish they got together off screen, but to try and 'force’ a denial is harder when the actors in question lie with their mouths but can’t with their bodies. If there was nothing between them, there would be no need to offer up such a strong denial that they are not together off screen. If so…you would have a Tobias and Cait friendship or a Rik and Sophia friendship. In otherwords, safe, friendly and very open. A closed relationship ie trying to hide something so that the public can’t seen is easier to spot, awkwardness plays heavily in you trying to 'control’ your body language, which you cannot do as it comes across 'forced’ and over the top. Hence you can deny all you want and say it as many times as you want in every written or recorded piece to camera. Lying is easy, you open your mouth and a lie skips out. Telling the truth is harder, because it means exposing emotions you don’t want anyone to know about.



messing around with the witch au lovesquare in some pretty color palettes from this

anonymous asked:

brutally honest ships: Rebelcaptain (i know what your gonna say but imma ask anyway)

AHAHAHAH. Bless you, anon. Bless you.

Well, to start, I did write this treatise on WHY I SHIP REBELCAPTAIN, but that’s more a technical breakdown than it is brutal honesty.

The brutal honest answer? I haven’t loved a ship like this one in a very long time. I almost never ship characters from a stand alone movie because the tension begins and ends within the span of those two hours. But Jyn and Cassian? They’re a different animal. I went in jokingly wanting to ship them based on the first trailer and general Diego Luna lusting, but on the first viewing, I was like oh ok, I guess I am probably not gonna end up shipping them, and that’s fine, that’s cool, that’s … what the hell is going on in that elevator scene. OH MY GOD BITCH DON’T YOU DARE OH GOD.

But here are some new hot takes I don’t think I’ve put down into words before:

My brain can’t comprehend that there’s another person in the universe that would make sense for the other. Other OTPs, other characters, I could be game with the “they could love someone else–maybe it would be the great love, but it could be love.” With Jyn and Cassian, I feel like they just wouldn’t be interested in anyone else. I think they both would rather be alone than be with someone else just to be with someone else. Cassian’s married to the cause when we met him. Jyn’s just trying to survive. Romance and love aren’t on the agenda. That is, until they meet each other, and like, something snaps into place.

I also believe that if they had survived, they’d be relatively okay mentally and emotionally, relatively speaking. Relatively, because these two have already been massively traumatized by their lives when they meet, and they’re still functioning. I think they are natural survivors and survivors who have learned how to cope. They’ve both learned to compartmentalize  Maybe they have nightmares, they probably have additional layers of PTSD and survivor’s guilt, but I don’t see them in my mind as withdrawing from each other, either? But then I’ve read fics where they’ve done just that, and I love those?

But one thing I do love about this ship is that I find that their dynamic is quite … healing for the other. It’s a pairing of equals, and though on the surface they are somewhat opposites (he’s careful and cool; she’s reckless and hotheaded), they’re also very similar in other ways, which is why I think they get one another, and why I think they work so well. In a span of a week they can communicate almost wordlessly. They trust one another. It’s beautiful and tragic.

Speaking of which. One upside to them being dead is that they can’t be ruined or torn apart. They exist forever in this perfect little bubble of what if and if only. I don’t know if I’ll ever get over it (and I don’t want to).

  • Fushimi: *scoffing* Boyfriend? I don't want to be Misaki's boyfriend!
  • Kusanagi: *cleaning a glass in the bar* Well, what do you want then?
  • Fushimi: *slumps down and hits head on bar* I don't know. I just want to be with him. All the time. I want to hear about his day and tell him about mine. I want to hold his hand and smell his hair. But I don't want to be his stupid boyfriend. Because Misaki is stupid. And HOMRA is stupid. And you're stupid. And Captain is stupid. You know who else is stupid? Everyone. Everyone is stupid. Stupid Misaki won't even look at me. And another thing-
  • Kusanagi: ...
where the sun and stars meet


Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader (oh my word, she’s done it, she’s written a non-Lin fic, holy moly, we never thought this day would come)

Summary: He knew you well enough to know when you were forgetting to breathe.

Note: i fell straight into rafa hell and apparently this is how i decided to handle it lmao. @fragmentofmymind and @alexanderhamllton had to deal with my yelling about this so go give them extra love THEY DESERVE ALL OF IT I LOVE THEM A LOT. 

okay omg i love you guys and i hope you enjoy the garbage, feel free to come yell at me about it <3

Word Count: approx. 4500? (guys it’s a ONE-SHOT ARE YOU PROUD)

Being a twenty-eight year old woman living in Los Angeles could be tough.

In six years of residence in the city of stars, you had realized that sometimes the lights weren’t so much sparkling as they were blinding. Blinding of the goals you’d set out to achieve, the paths to get there, the hope and promise of a state drowning in sunshine and smog. Although you had never expected it to be, the journey wasn’t easy.

Sure, you’d had plenty of dancing gigs during your time there so far, but your heart was in choreography and you were determined to keep working until you made that goal happen. You knew that you were talented, that when you were in your flow you could tell stories and string together phrases and characters with even the most subtle pieces of movement. Every once in awhile, though, you lost your flow.

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So Much for Essay Writing

Pairing: Peter Parker x (Gender Neutral) Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 795

Summary: 4. “C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working.” and 5. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” ALSO I left the age a little ambiguous, so you could imagine them in either high school or college.

Requested by @secondxreality​ - Thank you so much for requesting because hot damn once I got started I had other ideas and I’m so excited about writing again! 

Peter had been hanging out with you while you worked. You had thought it would be a study date so you could both get work done. Things had not gone according to plan. He either had a lot less work than you, or was just not doing it, because he certainly wasn’t working on any homework. What he was doing was everything in his power to distract you from your work.

“Peter, stop it.” You swatted his hand away as it hovered in your field of vision.

“No. I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” He said, pressing his finger into your cheek. Again.


He removed his finger and threw up his hands. When you couldn’t see him in you peripheral vision anymore you let you shoulders relax and you thought you were finally safe. Able to finish your essay in peace.

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Being called a liar — openly — has become a regular feature of my life as a fat person. Any answer I offer about my body, the food I eat, the way I feel, or the regularity with which I move is answered with a dismissal. When asked if I exercise, I say yes. No you don’t or Is it aerobic? it needs to be aerobic echoes back. Have you tried South Beach? is met with you probably did it wrong. When asked if I’ve engaged a nutritionist or trainer, I say yes, for several years. You probably didn’t stick to it long enough. It just takes a little willpower!

These questions — about diet, exercise, worth and will — have no answers that will satisfy their askers. My words have already been betrayed by the believed brokenness of my body, and the flawed character that created it. There is nothing I can say to counter the assumptions attached to my wide, soft frame. Coworkers and strangers offer up unsolicited advice for how to change the body I have always had, then chase it with judgment and dismissal, a scripted response, delivered as if I had not spoken at all.

My favorite part of this scene is that Maggie literally cannot contain her admiration over Alex, even when she is upset. If you look really close, the only time Maggie is showing her full genuine smile is when Alex is looking down. As soon as Alex looks back up, Maggie tries to hide it. She attempts to hide her smile because she wants Alex to understand the seriousness of their conversation. There are other instances where Maggie shows microexpressions of happiness/joy/understanding/love in this scene as well. 

A microexpression is a brief, involuntary facial expression shown on the face of humans according to emotions experienced. They usually occur in high-stakes situations, where people have something to lose or gain. Microexpressions occur when a person is consciously trying to conceal all signs of how they are feeling, or when a person does not consciously know how they are feeling. Unlike regular facial expressions, it is difficult/impossible to hide microexpression reactions. Microexpressions cannot be controlled as they happen in a fraction of a second, but it’s possible to capture someone’s expressions with a high speed camera and replay them at much slower speeds. Microexpressions express the seven universal emotions: disgust, anger, fear, sadness, happiness, contempt, and surprise.

Two other microexpression bonuses: 

After Alex says, “I have always felt so responsible, like the weight of the world responsible”
Maggie’s reaction: Lips quickly pressed together in understanding (this one is a little harder to see).

After Alex says, “I just want to be happy… with you” 
Maggie’s reaction: Lips form a quick smile expressing joy

I was feeling pretty good for the past few days but now I wanna cry for some reason. I think it’s just the overbearing weight of life descending on me like a cloud made of molasses

anonymous asked:

Could you write a blurb where (y/n) goes for like a midnight swim in the hotel pool and Niall is there skinny dipping and they end up having sex? Please, I love your writing x

Could you do a niall smut involving a feisty very short girl who is a few years older then him, PRETTY PLEASE!? I absolutely love your writings and re-read them over and over!

It had been a helluva day.  I felt like I’d been pulled from one interview to another to another.  All while fans wanted pictures and autographs, my friends wanted replies to the congratulatory emails and texts, and my parents wanted a phone call.

My first solo album had been released.  And so far, so good would have been an understatement.  Every physical copy sold out in the stores.  The first single release had been a roaring success and the tickets for my tour had sold out in minutes.

I had yet to get a chance to enjoy it.  Let’s be honest, I had yet to get a chance to breath.  It was three a.m. and the entire hotel was silent save for the small army of fans in the lobby I’d encountered on my way in.

I did my due diligence for an hour.  Which is to say I took pictures with everyone, signed anything they wanted and even sat down to get their perspective on the album.  It had, after all, been made for their enjoyment.

I was far too jazzed to sleep.  I’d been subsisting for most of the day on caffeine and sugar so it was no real shock that I was buzzing.  I had asked the front desk clerk if the pool was open.  She said it was and incognito handed me the key.  I took that to mean it was actually closed but since she liked me she was breaking the rules.

So I grabbed my swim trunks, a towel and my flip flops and headed downstairs.  I couldn’t wait to sit there in the glowing blue water and contemplate everything that happened to me today.  

I pushed the creaky door open and peeked inside the pool.  This hotel, being that it was five star, had definitely gone over and above when it came to their pool.  The pool was on the roof so no one around could see into the windows surrounding the entire thing.  I was on top of the world all by myself.

I raised my eyebrows after the door clicked closed behind me.  No one around, everyone was asleep, should I?  I had done it before and not been caught.  I smiled and nodded to myself, skinny dipping it is.  

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i hate it when i want to prove myself so bad but im always never quite good enough!! in my mind I have the perfect response, the perfect counter but once my mouth opens, my mind draws a blank. my voice quivers. my hands tremble. suddenly the weight of everyone’s attention is too much to bear and i can’t help but falter under my own expectations, silencing my own efforts to give myself a voice

BTS REACTS TO: s/o doing the mannequin-head dance

Anon Asked: bts react to their s/o doing mannequin-head dances XD (if u dont know what it is, try looking up for it)

Anon Asked:  bts react to their s/o doing a mannequin-head dance XD



Truth be told, there’s no rational or logical explanation as to why you would be doing this, but the thing is you are. And you were killing it. From the voguing, the death drops, and the legendary no-hair hair flips, it was all a sight to be seen. A scene that was quite a sight. One must be mentally prepared to have such grace bestowed upon them - unfortunately for Jin, he simply wasn’t ready. He barged into the room yelling your name, and you spun around, mannequin head whipping along with you. You faced him, posed statuesque and all, and he just stood there, mouth agape, eyes wide, and utterly confused. He tried to say something, but the only sound that came out was his windshield wiper laugh.

“I- I just- What were you doing?”

“[y/n], no sane person would be doing this!”

“You’re crazy, jagi!”

Originally posted by 55kumamons

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Giant: Ch. 3

Pack yourself a toothbrush dear
Pack yourself a favorite blouse
Take a withdrawal slip
Take all of your savings out
‘Cause if we don’t leave this town
We might never make it out.

Previously on Giant

There were still visits. Still calls, texts at all hours, weekends spent at home, weekends spent visiting. It was not as much as they’d like, but still, the friends kept in touch as much as they could, or hope. Kara didn’t regret her decision as much as she thought she would, only realizing into their first holiday without her father that she needed the time at home to fix herself and grieve properly that she wouldn’t have gotten if she’d gone away to school.

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