i feel like i'm looking at old friends whenever i see them

hermione still flinches when ron’s hands brush her neck and she doesn’t understand why she does, because the cold, metal sting and everything that happened later, is painfully different from his soft palms. she stops wearing perfume, and starts casting protection charms.

remus despises his nature so much that the scars on his body are from his own hands. he knows what the taste of wolfsbane is when it doesn’t quite work; bitter and unmistakably sweet—it’s sirius’s blood when he goes too far.

ginny’s hands shake uncontrollably when she writes for hours at a time. the words will start to swim across the page and mix and scramble into anagrams. hi, i’m tom. what’s your name? hi, i’m tom. what’s your name? hi, i’m tom. what’s your na—

pansy knows what it’s like to cast unforgivables on first years. she learns how to enunciate the words with refined perfection, and learns how to want to hurt them. she throws up in the abandoned washroom after every lesson, and finds comfort in the absent arms of moaning myrtle.

ron faints everytime he apparates. he’ll wake up in hermione’s lap; his hair wet against his forehead, and his arms heavy with sweat. he always reaches for his shoulder and visibly relaxes when blood doesn’t rub off his fingers. he doesn’t know how to control his anger either, and feels the shame creep into his skin whenever hermione looks at his chest. he knows that she’s looking for the locket because he wishes that was what he could lay his blame on.

tom falls in love at the age of twelve—watched glimmering jewels glide down his own hand and pool at the bland tiles in the orphanage; started fires just to keep things lively. he collects followers like sheep in a mindless herd and finds that the acclaimed intricacies of a human brain is much more dull than he had imagined. he holds fear like a baby would with a blanket and spends nights wishing he had more time. he dies knowing he never had enough.

draco knows what it’s like to have your mind violated and out bare for all the world to see. he remembers severus saying that veritaserum has no taste, and discovers that he was wrong. the so called non dimensional potion is much too similar to the taste of the silent pleas he shouted when he watched snatchers salivate at the sight of his mother, or the copper droplets of red that sprinkled the surface of his cracked lips when he watched children slaughtered in the blink of an eye.

sirius has spent his entire childhood without the warmth of a mother’s embrace or the reassuring words of a father. he tells himself he’s okay with it—that he would rather have no family than one that wished his friends dead. he doesn’t know what to think when he has neither family or friends alive—the only embrace he will ever feel again is the one that lurks behind bars in his azkaban cell.

luna stops searching for wrackspurts, and instead, starts organizing her fathers office. she should be relieved when people stop calling her loony lovegood but all she feels is the absence of her imagination. war, it seemed, was not an adventure, but an old friend that came at inconvenient times in history.

harry doesn’t want to start a family because every father he has ever had has been hurt at his own expense. ginny rocks his body against her chest and brushes the tears away from his eyes as soon as they fall. she tells him that he’ll learn how to be a father—that it will come as naturally as magic had. the sharp pain that lodges inside of him whenever albus retreats back into his room is reflected so blatantly on ginny’s face. he wishes that he were a blind man so that he never had to see his mistakes out in the open, and rubs at his fading scar.

despite the years that had passed, it seemed that all was not well.

Tree Bros Oneshot

Word count: 1683
Connor and Evan are hanging out with weed and beer and Evan is a lightweight and a very talkative drunk. (Gay)
TW: smoking, weed, alcohol, mentions of depression, anxiety

“I want to get high. Or drunk. Or both” Evan stated bluntly. Him and his friend, Connor were sitting in Connor’s bed, watching tv.

“What?”

“You know how life fucking sucks? Like really fucking sucks with school and anxiety and depression and all that, well it’s being shittier than usual right now and you use weed or alcohol to take the edge off when life is being a bitch, and life is being a bitch so I want something to repress it for a couple hours. It’s ok if you don’t want to give me anything because they’re yours and not mine but I was just wondering and you know what, you don’t have to give me anything, it’s fine I’ll live without it. Sorry for even asking.”

“No dude it’s fine. I got you.” He said as he got up from his spot on his bed. He crossed the room to his closet and shuffled through some clothes and boxes until he found what he needed. He pulled a joint, a black lighter, and two bottles of beer. He lit the joint and handed it to Evan along with one of the beers. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” Evan grabbed it gingerly and brought it to his mouth. He breathed in and started coughing immediately.

“That’s normal, you’ll cough for the first couple hits. Then you’ll hopefully get used to it. ”

“Ok.” Silence. “I feel edgy like I’m doing bad things without my mom’s knowledge. Do you always feel like a rebel ‘cause this is cool. We should go rob a bank or steal an old lady’s purse. Something like that!” Evan exclaimed.

“I think someone’s getting too edgy, do I need to take that away from you?”

“No, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Sorry.”

“You didn’t do anything, if fine!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! I’m 147% sure. Now can you pass the joint?” Evan handed over silently. The two boys sat and drank and smoked and just talked and laughed until everything was gone. Evan was wasted after the one beer and half a joint because he is such lightweight, while Connor was barely tipsy. Evan was giggling in Connor’s bed over how funny the wall looked. 'Damn he looks cute,’ Connor thought.

“Hey Ev, I’m going to the bathroom I’ll be right back. Don’t leave this room, ok?” Evan, who was now laughing uncontrollably, managed to say an ok through his hysteria.

Connor was only gone for two minutes, at the most, but when he came back Evan was sitting on the bed, a different person, as he was yelling at the taller boy.

“AH! Who are you? Get out of my room!” He pointed

“Ev, I’m Connor, and this is my room.” He said slowly crossing over to Evan, trying to assure him that he was ok, but also getting kind of annoyed because this could potentially be a big problem.

“This isn’t your room you’re a liar!”

“What the fuck Evan, it’s Connor. I was gone for two minutes how’d you forget?” Connor was now standing at the edge of the bed next to Evan, who was sitting as far back from Connor as he could.

“You’re not Connor you imposter! But woah. You sorta look like him.” Evan crawled up to the edge of the bed and cradled his hands around the other boy’s face, feeling the features.

“What are you doing?”

“Touching you.”

“Why?”

“Because you look like my friend Connor.”

“Oh do I now?” Connor asked, now playing along with Evan’s drunken state.

“Ya, but you’re not as cute as him.”

Connor blushed, “he’s not that cute.”

“Oh but he is! His hair is long and beautiful and so soft, I could run my hands through it all day. And when he has it up in a bun it’s gorgeous and it makes his face look even better, and his face, oh his face. He doesn’t smile much, but when he does, there crinkles around his mouth that make his smile ten million times more beautiful. He also has the most amazing eyes. The most beautiful things in the world. I could stare into them for hours but I can’t because he’ll think I’m weird. But they’re a pale blue, kinda like the color of faded jeans or the sky, and the right one has a spot of brown in the corner. I don’t think he likes it because whenever it’s brought up he gets a little mad, like he never wanted because it makes him the 'kid with the weird eye’, but I think it makes him different and unique and beautiful.”

“What else do you like about him?” Conner egged Evan’s drunken rambling on to see what else he’d say about him.

“Connor Murphy is nice, and he’s getting better and further away from mean secluded Connor, but nobody cares to see that in him, but they still think of him as old Connor and that makes me mad. I just want Connor to be happy because of all the shit he’s been through, he deserves it. And Connor is also really funny too! His jokes make me laughs hard, that one time milk shot out of my nose. It really hurt, but it was a really good joke. I think it was about Jared. He’s so amazing and he deserves all the love in the world and I love him so much, since the day I met him I felt something for him, but he’ll never reciprocate my affections because he’s probably straight, and even if he liked boys there are better ones than me, so it’s pointless but I can’t let go of it. Just don’t tell him that I said all this because he might get mad and not want to hang out with me anymore or be my best friend and I don’t want that so I’m just going to keep quiet.”

Connor was flabbergasted. Evan, his crush since forever, his unrequited love, just drunkenly admitted his feelings about him. Connor was blushing so hard, he probably looked like a tomato. “You really do like him huh?”

“More than anything.”

Connor blushed harder than ever, and was probably brighter than a tomato. “Wow. I think he likes you too.”

“Really! You think?! No way, you’re lying.”

“He told me.”

“Holy shit.” Evan’s face glowing with his beautiful, radiant, signature Evan Hansen smile. He couldn’t believe it. “Hey, I’m tired, I’m gonna go to bed.” Evan laid down on the bed and instantly feel asleep.

“Holy fuck.” Connor muttered to himself. Evan talks a lot while drunk, but damn, he just admitted his love for Connor freaking Murphy of all people. He looked over at the boy in his bed, his eyes closed and he looked peaceful and adorable. He just wanted to hold him and protect him. Connor put a blanket over Evan’s body and crawled into the spot next to him, but leaving space between them, and fell asleep, smiling.

The next morning, Evan awoke with a pounding headache, reeking of weed, and no recollection of anything after he started drinking and smoking. It took him a minute to realize where he was, in Connor’s room, in Connor’s bed, with his arms around Connor. Shit. Did they sleep together? No, they both still had on their clothes. But Evan was holding a sleeping Connor in his arms. What is he suppose to do, take his arms away, and wake up Connor and have to explain that he had his arms around Connor, or does he stay and have to explain why he was holding the other. Evan decided that he’d do neither and pretend to fall back asleep and deal with it later. He was a minute deep into his plan when he sneezed and woke up the boy in his arms.

“Sorry,” Evan squeaked, unwrapping his arms from the other.

“About what, I just woke up.”

“For waking you and having my arms around you I didn’t even know I did it I woke up like that a-”

“Evan.”

“Ya?”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

“100%?”

“110% sure.”

“Thank you, also, sorry to ask, what happened last night, I don’t remember anything.”

“Don’t apologize, but you don’t remember anything?”

“Nothing, the last thing I remember is taking a hit.”

“Really?”

“Yes! Did I do something terrible? Please tell me! From what it looks like I did something bad, please tell me I didn’t do anything bad. ”

“No, you just talked a lot.”

“Oh god, sorry if I said anything embarrassing.”

“No, you just went on and on about how beautiful I was.”

“Did I? That’s embarrassing! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I don’t like like you in a gay way because you’re not my type or anything but I’m not saying that I don’t like you, I like you but not that way.”

Connor was kind of hurt that Evan was denying everything he said. “You said you loved me last night.“

Evan started to panic, but tried his best to not show it. He couldn’t believe he did that. Evan decided he’d never get wasted again. “I didn’t mean it I swear I didn’t I was just out of it. Please don’t hate me.”

“You seemed pretty sure last night. Talking about how beautiful my eyes were and how much you loved my personality while you were holding my face. To me it seemed pretty legit.” Connor tried to see if Evan was was truthful in his drunken moments or not, hoping that Evan really did love him.

"Fuck. I’m sorry. I do really like you a lot and I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. I understand if you hate me now and want me to leave I should go r-” Connor smashed their lips together. Evan was so shocked, he forgot to kiss back.

“I love you too Ev.” Connor said after they parted.

Evan was a blushing mess, “Can we do that again?” Connor nodded and connected them again.

Okay so they’re at this party, right. And some of Even’s friends from his old school are there. And they’re all chatting and drinking. Even’s trying his best, really he is, but he’s just coming out of a depressive episode. He’s no longer completely depressed, he’s just…tired.

Anyway, none of the others seem to really notice it. Isak knows and Sana knows, because they know Even best. But the others just carry on chatting like nothing is really going on. Then one of Even’s old friends from Bakka talks about how much better Even seems now, how he seems so much more normal now. And one of the others makes a comment, saying, “Remember when you learnt the Qur'an, man? Fucking crazy.”

And Sana is surprised at Even’s lack of response. At first, she’s kind of angry. Even usually pulls people up on stuff like this – shuts them down. But now, there’s just…silence, from Even. He stares pointedly at the floor, nodding a little.

So, Sana is the one to shut them down. Asks why it’s so crazy that someone would want to learn such a thing. And they feel awkward, probably because they forgot she was there, and they mumble an apology and say they meant no offense and it’s all over in a matter of seconds. But Sana realises something.

She realises that the way Even looked at the floor is the same way she would look at the floor whenever someone criticised her religion before. Not so much now, but a few years ago, when she had less fire in her. When she was just a young girl. And she can’t be completely sure it’s the same look, but she sees it: the anger, the quiet defiance that you feel when people criticise something you care about.

So, after, when people are leaving, she takes Even aside. And she tells him that, actually, she thinks it’s really admirable that he learnt the Qur'an. She says it must have taken a lot of time and effort. And he shakes his head, says, “I was just ill.” It’s an automatic response, like he’s regurgitating something he’s been told a thousand times before.

Sana just nods. She doesn’t tell him he’s wrong. But she says, “Still, it’s very impressive. You must have been very passionate about it at one point.” And he looks at her quietly and apprehensively and says, “I still am.”

And the next second, things are a little awkward. Because Sana does not want to come across as preachy and overstep a line here. But…she has this feeling.

So she says, as casually and as gently as she can, “If you want to talk about it, I’d be happy to discuss it with you.”

And Even’s eyes just shift a little. It’s small and barely noticeable, but there’s more light in them now. And he smiles a little when he says, “Yeah?”

Sana nods. She tells him they could talk about any of the bits he found moving, or any of the bits that he has questions about. She tells him that she can be there just to simply listen to his thoughts on it, if that’s what he wants.

And Even smiles and nods. And he thanks her, and says, “I’d really like that.”

When I Lost You - Part II - Jaehyun x Reader - Fuckboy HighSchool!AU

Part I Part II

There will probably be a continuation to this series. This chapter is from Jaehyun’s point of view.

Word Count: 2458

Trigger Warnings: Offensive Language

Genre: Fuckboy HighSchool!AU, Angst


Jaeyhyun’s POV

It was that one fateful day in freshman year when the seating plan had been shifted and he ended up sitting next to you.

His heartbeat had almost stopped; he’d been crushing on you for almost two months now, and this couldn’t be happening.

You had glanced up and noticed him standing there shyly, and you smiled, introducing yourself.

Of course I know who you are, he thought to himself as he tried to find the proper words to not make a fool of himself during his own introduction.

“I’m Jung Yoonoh,” he had stated in a small voice, his dimples showing when he smiled.

You grinned wider, answering him with a laugh and the casual, “I know, I saw you at the library the other day.” His heart lurched.

You knew who he was.

Fate seemed to really have it in for him, then, because all of the projects and presentations that the two of you had had to make were joint efforts, and you turned out to be partners for the rest of the year.

Sitting and procrastinating at the library soon wasn’t enough anymore, especially when your laughter seemed to irritate the librarian and everybody else around you.

He thought that it was probably a time safe enough to invite you over, and he went with it before he could chicken out. You had perked up at the idea of it and accepted the offer immediately, and he couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face for the rest of the day.

When he had gone home, his mother had noticed immediately. He had tried avoiding answering her questions, but to no avail. It only took a prodding of approximately forty-five seconds before he was gushing about you, telling his mother everything from the beginning and freaking out over the fact that you would be coming over the very next day.

Laughing, she told him that you would be very welcome and that she was very interested in meeting you, and he had spent the next half an hour begging her to not show you any baby pictures or embarrassing him as soon as you would walk through the front door.

His family loved you, to say the least, and you had invited him over to your place the day after, where your family almost disowned you and adopted him instead.

Those two days had definitely made it onto his list of the top ten moments in his life.

By the end of the year, the two of you had become inseparable, and he had been trying to do every single thing possible so he could include you in his plans and include himself in yours. The two of you enjoyed each other’s company, and he felt that maybe, just maybe, he even stood a chance at asking you out.

But he had to be sure of your feelings, first, and he failed to ask you out throughout the summer.

Summer was amazing because you saw each other every day for almost more than twelve hours and it never got boring. He never looked at the time when he was with you; if anything, it always felt like the hours spent were never enough.

He’d miss you before you were even gone, and every fun day ended with him smiling as he lay down on his bed, staring at the ceiling and imagining what spending the rest of his life with you would be like.

A week or so before school started, you were sitting in his room, talking about the most random things when he had heard you say the most captivating sequence of words he could possibly imagine.

That was when he decided to come clean to you about his dream, showing you his book of lyrics.

You had asked him if he had a song to use for an audition, and even though he was nervous, you praised him when he sang and complimented him like no one ever had, making his throat constrict and his stomach do all sorts of things.

He couldn’t decide on a song, but not because he couldn’t pick one. In that moment, all he could do was stare at you as you chewed on the tip of the pen and bit your lip, and the one thought invading his mind was urging him to lean in and just kiss you.

And he almost did, until he snapped out of it when he realized what would happen if you didn’t reciprocate his feelings.

So he just kicked at the air and told you to forget it, smiling and saying that there was still plenty of time to choose a song.

When sophomore year started, the two of you were in separate classes, and that immediately alarmed him.

What if you found someone else to replace him while sitting next to them for an entire year? What if you made new friends that you enjoyed spending more time with instead?

Whenever the two of you had hung out, then, all you seemed to care about was his future career.

It was almost all you’d ask about, interrogating him about how it felt and why he wanted to do it and what he’d do with his fame once he would become an idol.

Whenever he did answer, you’d seem lost in thought or you would ignore him completely and type away at your computer, agitating him into thinking how the two of you barely hung out anymore, and how all you asked about was training to become an idol and ignoring everything else.

Had he been right? Did you really no longer care for him like you used to? Or was it a mistake that he had told you about his dream to begin with? Because, to him, it seemed to be all you ever saw anymore.

A few months later, you had started leaving school grounds early and always going away with other people to work on things, and he began to sink into depression.

Maybe he hadn’t meant as much to you as you had to him.

Maybe he really had been replaced.

He should have known better.

He should have stopped himself from becoming so emotionally attached to you when he knew that there was always a possibility that he would get hurt like this.

Deciding to distract himself, he thought drilling himself with five hours of basketball after school every day was the best option, and he joined the school’s basketball team.

Relentlessly training so he could take away the pain, he excelled easily, becoming the MVP only two months into the season and becoming more and more busy.

They nicknamed him Jae, short for Jaehyun, and he went with it, not caring to defend his old name.

Because Yoonoh was pathetic, and he didn’t want to be that anymore.

The team started hanging out with him, and so did the cheerleaders, who were very much interested in him, and he abused it to try and show you what you were missing out on.

He was Jung Jaehyun now, the person everybody wanted to be friends with or to go out with, and you were missing out.

But it still hurt him too much to see you, and it seemed like you weren’t even affected by any of it at all.

Had he actually meant nothing at all to you this whole time? So much that you didn’t even care to ask him about his current life unless it had anything to do with becoming famous?

It pissed him off beyond measure, and the very thought of you started to fill him with poisonous anger.

So he trained harder.

He trained until he couldn’t feel his arms and feet.

He trained and distracted himself with his team and the cheerleaders until the only time you could invade his thoughts was when he tossed and turned and failed to even get a wink of sleep every night.

He began to ignore your texts and calls, hoping that maybe not talking to you or hearing your voice would make the feelings go away.

It didn’t.

Then one day, when he was walking through the hallways with his new crew after school hours, he heard someone running after him.

“Yoonoh? Hey, wait up!” you had called out, and his blood froze over.

No. Please don’t do this.

“Um, who is this person?” asked one of the girls standing with his teammates, laughing. He wanted her to disappear.

“Yoonoh?” snickered another jock.

Please, just disappear, he thought at them all.

He didn’t want to talk to you, but his heart was a traitor, and he couldn’t keep ignoring you any longer.

How long he had yearned to hear you call his name again. 

How long he had wanted to just hug you like he used to and watch you give him the most breathtaking smile.

But you had ignored him, treating him like the two of you were strangers, and that fueled the anger inside of him once more.

He turned around, and his voice came out far more intimidating than he’d ever intended.

“What are you doing here? Can’t you tell that I’m busy?”

No, no, what are you doing?

Your expression had fallen and you had visibly gasped and gulped for air as you took a scared step backwards.

What am I doing?

“Are you okay?” you had asked, your voice making his knees weak and his heart melt. “I’ve been texting and calling you about -”

He couldn’t let this happen. He couldn’t break down.

But his answer was out before he could even think, and he shocked himself with the severity of his own tone.

“Does it look like I give a fuck?” And the others started laughing.

Stop it! What are you doing? Enough!

“Take a hint, honey,” said another person from his group, but his ears were ringing and he couldn’t even identify who it was.

They needed to leave. Now.

“I’ll meet you outside, guys,” he said as calmly as he could manage, still sounding gruff as they all left.

He hadn’t realized he had asked the next question out loud until you had exploded at him.

“What the hell is your problem?”

My problem?” you had begun yelling, making him flinch, but you didn’t seem to pay attention. “What the hell is yours? Since when have you been like this? Since when have you hung out with such people or talked like that? I’ve been trying to reach you for days, and here you are -”

And the anger was back. 

You had ignored him all this time, treating him like he was nothing but trash, and you were lecturing him?

“You never thought that maybe giving you no answer was an answer?” he bit back sarcastically before he could help it, already regretting the words as they fell from his lips.

What the hell am I doing? 

Please, stop it already. You can’t lose Y/N again, you fuckhead.

“No, I didn’t,” came your answer, “because my best friend, Jung Yoonoh, would never do what you’re doing.”

And it’s like you were only now seeing him, after all these months, and his heart started cracking.

Best friend. That’s all I’ll ever be, isn’t it? 

“It’s Jaehyun,” he corrected impulsively.

“What?”

“My name is Jaehyun. Stop calling me by my other name.”

He couldn’t hear anyone else call him Yoonoh again. Especially not you. 

He couldn’t let you remind him of everything he’s messed up and lost because of who he used to be.

Everyone now wanted Jung Jaehyun, but it wasn’t enough for him.

Because you didn’t want him, too.

Other name? Do you even hear yourself?!”

“Hey, look, fuck off, alright? I don’t need this right now and I’m not in the mood for it either,” he retaliated harsher than he had intended, cursing at himself and hating himself more by the second. You huffed.

“Here I was, working to make your dream come true while you threw yourself away at cheerleaders and people who don’t even know your name.”

It hurt. 

It stung like a fucking bee right on his chest.

What did you know about his dream?

All he had wanted was for you to care about him as much as he did about you.

Was that really too much to ask for?

“You don’t know me,” he bit back again.

Yes I do!” you had yelled, and he was now losing hope with every single breath. “But I guess not anymore.”

“Here,” you had said, shoving some papers in his direction, and he couldn’t even look at them.

How could he ever accept anything from you again when his heart would still leap at the thought of you and his would still eyes water at knowing that he had fucked everything up?

“I don’t want your stupid biology notes,” he had commented, turning away so you couldn’t see his face, but he felt the papers smack into his back, and he rounded on you, furious at how insensitive you could be.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he yelled, more at himself than at you, but you just stood there and looked him straight in the eyes.

“They’re yours,” you had stated plainly, walking past him, not even bothering to glance back.

“And lose my number,” you added, his heart beginning to shatter into pieces.

Already have,” he replied viciously as the door slammed shut behind you,

He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs.

To just scream until he lost his voice and no sound came out anymore.

He was about to walk away, leaving in the opposite direction, when he noticed the papers still strewn across the hallway floor.

He snatched some up, about to rip them into a thousand shreds out of spite and anger, when the title caught his eye.

You had written him and composed him a song, and one of the papers included a letter. He could recognize your handwriting blindfolded.

Hey, YoYo!

His breath hitched at the nickname you’d given him so many months ago.

I know I haven’t been hanging out with you much lately, and that I’ve probably bored you out of your mind with questions about becoming an idol.

Surprise!

I hope you like it, although I still feel like it’s not as great as it should be. But don’t worry, they’ll be too captivated by your voice to notice the song, right?

I still believe in you, even when you don’t.

Y/N

He sank to his knees as he read and looked over everything you’d made for him, his mind and heart and soul in absolute chaos.

And then he began to weep, and the last of the strings inside of him broke.

Caffine Challege

This is an older challenge that I wanted to do but didn’t get a chance to start till now.

Prompt: “You sign the contract in crayon and pray that you haven’t already made a mess of things.”


You sign the contract in crayon and pray that you haven’t already made a mess of things.

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Ease - Part 11

Genreangst/fluff

Pairingreader/taehyung

Length: 3.4k

SummaryYou and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to plan.

Originally posted by jeonbase

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“I want you to update me on what happens,” said Jungkook, the night before your field trip. “What Taehyung says to you and all that.”

You scoffed. “Jungkook, stop being protective. Taehyung’s never going to do anything; he’s also still probably broken up over Yeji, so I can’t exactly not talk to him.”

“Still,” he shrugged shiftily, “you’d better tell him that I’m with you now. Even if it might be difficult.”

He hugged you tightly before you left, while you muttered that you’re technically weren’t ‘official’, but Jungkook ignored you.

“Remember to text me how it’s going!” he called to your retreating back.

“Yes, mother!”


It was the first time you’d seen Taehyung since the night of the café, so not only were you worried about how he’d been coping, but also how to tell him, without rubbing it in his face, that you were seeing Jungkook.

Your major class had been taken on a trip to a museum, which was a large building with several floors and rooms branching off in every direction. The ceiling was impressive by itself, as the patterned glass with a large chandelier allowed light to flood the room. Jungkook’s words rung in your head, but you’d seen a huge ‘no phones’ sign as you entered and there were numerous members of staff milling about the place, so you weren’t going to risk sending a message for the sake of Jungkook’s motherliness. Instead, you scanned the crowd for the familiar face of your best friend, but you couldn’t see him anywhere.

“You may go off and do your own thing, but remember to have lunch and meet me back here at 4,” announced your teacher. “No excuses. Remember to be respectful to others and take notes; I may include some of this in the test next week.”

Although everyone nodded, there were several small sighs as they realised that they couldn’t completely slack off. After thank you’s had been said, students split off from the group as they went to explore, leaving you standing at the entrance by yourself. You hadn’t needed to make any friends in your class, as you’d always relied on Taehyung being there, and no one had bothered with you, either. In fact, you were pretty sure no one even knew your name.

However, as the crowd thinned, you finally spotted Taehyung standing next to a statue, peering up at the chiselled face in wonder. As your heart rate increased at the sight, you almost bounced over to him, a relieved smile on your face.

“Tae! There you are. I couldn’t see you on the coach.”

Taehyung turned around, and you were surprised to see that he looked relatively healthy. Although he still had dark circles and his eyes lacked their usual shine, he didn’t look like he was suffering from heartbreak. But then again, that’s Taehyung for you, you thought to yourself. He’s the king of hiding his emotions so you think he’s fine, but in reality, you never know what’s going on underneath.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, lacking enthusiasm in his tone.

“Have you been eating properly?” you asked, as he avoided eye contact. “I hope you’ve been okay, I know these past few days haven’t been-”

“I’m fine,” he interrupted, readjusting his cap so that his long hair covered his eyes. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his denim jacket, he walked away, leaving you by the statue. He stopped not far off and looked back, as if he expected you to keep up with him despite the moody response he’d given you.

Sighing at his obstinance, you followed the older boy, throwing him more questions but earning similar, half-hearted replies. Taehyung refused to look at you, and with a mask covering his mouth, it made you feel as if he’d shut himself off, building a wall so that you couldn’t go near him. You racked your brains to figure out if you’d done anything wrong, but as far as you were aware, you’d parted on good terms. Perhaps this was just the consequence of the Yeji situation, you thought.

Taehyung stood behind a glass case, looking down at the objects inside and reading the labels alongside them. You tried to do the same, but you weren’t really looking, the objects merging with one another as you struggled to come up with ideas of what to do next. Clearly, words weren’t working, seeing as Taehyung had clammed up and refused to say more than two words at a time.

“Do you want to talk about it? Because if you don’t, just say and I’ll stop bothering you. I don’t really fancy having a one-sided conversation for the whole day.” You didn’t mean for it to sound sassy, but recently you’d found yourself getting annoyed at the smallest of things. It was mainly directed at Jungkook, as whenever he got snappy you found yourself arguing back, or whenever he talked about Taehyung you backed up your friend instead of him. It was out of character for you, because usually with Taehyung, you knew when to take a step back before things got too heated. But the stress of the dance competition and the pressure from Jungkook and the worries of Taehyung were taking its toll.

So, when Taehyung moved on to another glass case instead of answering your question, you spun around and stalked off, his behaviour beginning to make your skin crawl. You didn’t trust yourself to talk calmly, and that’s why you found yourself glowering on a couch in a silent room. The seat was shaped like a large splodge of paint, with places to sit formed between the rise and fall of the arms. It was on the fourth floor at the back of the museum, so although it had a huge, old clock facing outwards on the window with rusting Roman numerals for visitors to look at, it was dead. Sitting with your arms and legs crossed and staring out the clock at the river below, you let your annoyance fizzle out by grumbling a stream of curse words under your breath in as many languages as you knew.

You understood he was going through a tough time, and you could make allowances for his behaviour, but at that moment, you needed to take some time off. Taehyung rarely had mood swings and you rarely got angry, but since going to university and experiencing all of the hardships that went along with it, both of you had taken cuts and bruises, leaving you raw.

You’d only been sitting there for a few minutes before you heard someone totter into the room, making their way to the strangely shaped couch. They sat in the seat next to you, but due to the circular design and the small hills between each seat, you could only see their legs stretched out in front of them. Luckily, you knew Taehyung’s wardrobe inside out.

“I want to talk about it,” was all Taehyung said.

Without much hesitation, you leant forward in your seat so you could see his face. This time, you could clearly see the pained expression as he stared at a single spot on the floor, his eyes shining and his interlocked hands twisting. There was something in his eyes that you hadn’t seen before, despite all the years of knowing him. It was a mix of regret and disappointment, but the muscle popping in his neck suggested anger. You got up and squashed yourself next to Taehyung, even though there was barely enough room for one person, but Taehyung never cared about personal space when it came to you, so thankfully he made as much space as he could.

It felt odd having him that close to you again, with your hips pressed firmly together and your bodies so packed in that you felt his ribs contract and relax as he breathed. He still had his honey scent, and you couldn’t help feeling nostalgic to all the times where you hid in storerooms together to avoid doing sports or got in the back of Taehyung’s parent’s car with his siblings when they had a very small car. The memories made your heart lift, but you forced it back down again.

You’re seeing Jungkook now, you told yourself firmly. Move on.

“Yeji told me the reason she dated me,” he swallowed, looking down at his lap. Although you grabbed his hand in comfort, you felt your palms go clammy as you realised what Yeji must’ve said to Taehyung. “To put it simply, she never liked me in the first place. I remember everyone being so shocked why Yeji asked me out so quickly after we first kissed, and so did I, but I didn’t question it. I just thought that she had been wanting to date me for ages. In fact, I wasn’t really focused on a lot of things. I think I barely noticed that she wasn’t very happy with me, because I was… I was in my own little world.

“Yeji told me everything. She actually fancied Jimin, but Jimin had told her to ask me out before he would consider dating her. He apparently told her that it was a joke, but she thought she’d do it anyway because then Jimin might take her seriously. But Jimin found out about us dating and told Yeji that she shouldn’t have gone through with it because he still wasn’t going to date her. That’s what I saw them arguing about the other day. So, the only reason Yeji was with me was to get Jimin’s attention. She never liked me, Y/N, never. And I feel like a damn fool. She told me all this and then she split up with me, saying that I deserve someone who loves me and to go chase… whatever.”

The more he spoke, the worse you felt. You tried to shroud your heart to make it thicker, but the bitterness in his tone tore it to shreds and you were left feeling terrible. You couldn’t say anything to console him, because you would’ve been lying through your teeth. This wasn’t news to you, and the guilt was putting your acting skills to the test. You rubbed your thumb against his hand and rested your head against his, letting his hair tickle your cheek while hoping that Taehyung didn’t ask you any questions.

Luckily, he tried his best at making things light-hearted as he grew uncomfortable with the silence you’d created. “But I’ll get over it. Worse things are happening in the world, right?”

“Yeah, but it’s still difficult,” you muttered. This reminded you of what Jungkook had said to you earlier: ‘you’d better tell him that I’m with you now. Even if it might be difficult’. Was this the right time? Is it best to just get all the hard words out of the way?

Telling Taehyung would feel like you were lying to him. It would suggest that the feelings you admitted for him were gone, and that you were completely focused on Jungkook. As much as you wished that were true, the burning sensation in the pit of your chest and the nervousness running up your legs told you otherwise.

Taking a deep breath, you made a quick decision. “Tae, I’ve got something to tell you too.”

Taehyung nodded, his usual steady gaze now darting across the wooden panels on the floor. “I already know,” he whispered softly.

“Oh.”

When you didn’t respond further, he slowly nodded, his eyes still flickering downwards. “That’s great.”

You swallowed your pride and nodded in agreement. When you were with Jungkook, it was easy to forget about your feelings for Taehyung and instead focus on whatever you had with Jungkook, but in that moment, you couldn’t help wondering if you were doing the right thing. Of course, Jungkook was sweet and funny with a childish side that kept you on your toes, but there were also things about him that got you questioning whether you were forcing something that would never work. He was hot-headed, protective, and he hadn’t established which lines he shouldn’t cross with you. Being with Taehyung reminded you of how comfortable you could be, because you knew each other inside out so you didn’t need to try with your friendship. It just… happened.

You shook yourself out of your reverie. Taehyung was probably well aware of what you felt for him, and yet there were no signs that those feelings were reciprocated. He didn’t see you in that way, whereas Jungkook did. Sure, you were going to have to work hard for your relationship to work, but you were determined not to pine for what could’ve been with Taehyung. Jungkook was right; he hadn’t been thinking of you. Although he’d made up for it when it was pointed out to him, not once had Jungkook forgotten about you or left you for someone else. You were doing the right thing. Doing the best thing.

“And do you still… like me?” he asked tentatively, causing your stomach to flip.

The answer was at the tip of your tongue, one breath away from slipping out of your mouth. It was the real answer, the one taking a beating at your conscience every time Jungkook smiled at you with gentle eyes and blushed cheeks. The easiest option was to say that you liked the boy who saw your dancing and the joy in your eyes, but the boy currently pressed against your side saw your fiery temper and learnt your deep thoughts, and still accepted you as you were.

But you sometimes, the easiest option wasn’t always the most honest.

Taehyung looked up with a sorrowful gaze, and as you locked eyes, you knew he saw straight through you. Although you didn’t respond to his question, a shy smile appeared on his lips, making you turn red and look away in shame. However, Taehyung squeezed you hand as if to say it’s okay, I understand.

“Come on,” Taehyung said suddenly, standing up and holding out his hand to help you. “We’ve got hours left here, and it’s only fair to celebrate that you’re no longer single, because that’s a miracle in itself.”

“You little bastard,” you groaned, but there was a smile on your face, knowing that Taehyung’s coping mechanism was keeping busy and insulting you at the same time. “The sad thing is, I’m technically still single, just not available.”

Taehyung grinned, his eyes glinting. “It’s a miracle that you even managed that,” he said cheekily.

“You’d better run, Taehyung, while you still can,” you threatened.

However, Taehyung just laughed, throwing his head back as he did so. The sound filled your heart with happiness, the nagging thoughts of Jungkook and the guilt about Yeji disappearing. “Come on,” he repeated, “let’s go have some fun.”

Taehyung took your hand gently and pulled you into room after room, and you soon relaxed and let the weight of your worries be lost in the back of your mind. Taehyung found most of the paintings hilarious, laughing at their expressions and managing to mimic the same face in each one, causing your camera roll to be filled with Taehyung posing next to paintings. It was just like old times, as you pointed out the ugliest statues and said ‘that’s you’ while Taehyung said he couldn’t tell the difference between you and the litter bins. It was as if time had been rewound back to your high school days when you went on similar trips, with your classmates asking Taehyung to hang out with them, but he always refused and stayed with you. You constantly objected, telling him to be with his other friends, but his response was always ‘who needs other friends when I have an idiot best friend?’ or ‘they don’t laugh at my jokes like you do’.

There were small booths playing videos explaining the history behind the knowledge in the museum, which you and Taehyung were more than happy to sit in to rest your legs. Taehyung watched each video eagerly, leaning forward on his seat as his eyes followed whatever was on the screen. You found yourself getting fidgety during an extremely long video about science, and you couldn’t keep still. Taehyung was intently focused, so you thought you would slip away to grab a snack in the café room before you fell asleep.

“I’ll be back,” you whispered in his ear.

However, Taehyung flung his arm across your lap to prevent you from standing. “It won’t be long now,” he muttered, knowing that you were getting bored.

His hand gripped onto your leg, and although he wasn’t holding on very tightly, you didn’t try and fight him. Instead, you let him absentmindedly play with the fraying rip in your jeans, his thumb stroking your exposed skin and sending tingles through your veins. Not good, your mind was shouting at you. Think of Jungkook, think of Jungkook. But you couldn’t. You knew that there had to be boundaries, but you couldn’t bring yourself to build them, especially when you’d been having such a good time. It was funny how the simplest act of affection from Taehyung left you immobile, whereas if someone else had done the same, you wouldn’t have noticed the roughness of the hands or the coldness of a bracelet trailing against your skin. But you removed Taehyung’s hand and went to the café anyway, telling yourself it meant nothing to you.


After leaving the museum and arriving back on campus, you turned on your phone as immediately it bleeped and buzzed with the missed calls and text messages flooding the screen, with one name on each one: Jungkook.

Not bothering to read his frantic words, you called him back straightaway. The phone only rang twice before he picked up. “Why didn’t you text me?” he asked, not bothering with hellos.

“We weren’t allowed phones inside,” you explained, watching your classmates say goodbye to each other before making their way home. “I would’ve got it confiscated if I’d tried.”

You heard him sigh at the other end. “I was so worried,” he muttered, but despite how quietly he spoke, you picked up on the upset tone.

“I’m fine.”

There was a silence, in which you imagined Jungkook biting his lip in thought. “I think we should practice tonight.”

“Ah, Jungkook,” you moaned, “I’m so tired! Let’s do it another night.”

“Well… if you’re sure… it might do you good, you know. I don’t want you being sad by yourself.”

“And why would I be sad?”

“You saw Taehyung today. Usually that doesn’t put you in the best of moods.”

You thought about it for a few moments, thinking back on the times where you yearned for Taehyung so much that it reduced you to tears whenever you realised that you didn’t stand a chance. “No, I feel better. Much better, actually. We had a good time.” Telling Jungkook this probably wasn’t your best plan of action, but you didn’t want to lie about feeling happy.

That’s what hit you the hardest. You should’ve been feeling worse, you should’ve been aching for him and wishing that it could be different, that there could be more between you. All the anguish and sorrow from the past few months was no longer there, and you knew it was because Yeji was out of the picture. You wished there was some part of you that was sad, as talking to Jungkook and hearing the longing in his voice would’ve been easier to accept if you had been. Because when you were sad, Jungkook could pick you up and take you under his wing, but because you were happy, you didn’t need his comfort. You didn’t need that longing. Sometimes, loving Taehyung got you out of bed in the morning, but sometimes, it left you crying into the sheets and wishing someone could help you up.

“I’d better go home,” you uttered, before hanging up the phone on the silent Jungkook.

He wasn’t happy, and you knew it was because he didn’t like the idea of you having a good time with Taehyung. Jungkook was aware that you hadn’t moved on from him, so his protective side was in overdrive because of it.

Were you just giving Jungkook false hope? Could he really help you move on? He was willing to love you, but it felt like a fairy tale; it was a pleasant idea, but when put into the real world, it felt flat and unthrilling. Instead, you yearned for something you couldn’t have, along with the intense fear that it would be all you’d ever feel.

anonymous asked:

I really respect your opinion and love your blog. I'm having a hard time understanding Sam's likes of MM's tweets and IG's when he never has before. Funnily enough Cait seems to be commenting more on HIS IG. The whole thing to me is v confusing. Is the liking of MM's tweets supposed to keep up some kind of narrative? The rugby pic clearly showed to me ppl love them together. Plus, I can't see a relationship with MM surviving after all things recently. V confused. Would ❤ yr thoughts. TY!

Thanks anon!
The liking of MM’s tweets actually fits very well with what we have been seeing recently from Sam and Cait. Ever since they left LA- even as soon as the Seattle fan con- they abruptly changed the narrative back to the self reported one of Sam and Cait as a couple. It’s the one that always seems most natural for them and predominates whenever they are not in LA. The fact that this narrative is self reported by both of them in their own words and actions on their own social media makes it a very hard one to discount. In fact the latest attempt to do so backfired rather badly when the press who reported on the rugby selfie of the two of them were saying on one hand how cuddly and happy they were together- which was really the only comment that could be made by anyone who saw that pic-and then awkwardly inserting what was obviously hand fed spin info about how Sam and some other girl called MM were “red carpet official”- which is not true at all as no red carpets were walked together at the cocktail party that both attended during Oscars week. Actually there is only an interior photo op that featured MM and Sam in a pic standing together, and then Sam included her in one of his photo ops with the party sponsors.
That someone is trying to make sketchy evidence from two pics taken from one party into a grand romance makes it all the more apparent that someone who is trying to support the Sam MM narrative doth protest this cuddly Sam Cait selfie overmuch, methinks! And that makes me trust what I, and almost 86 thousand other people, see in that selfie all the more!

So what do Sam’s latest likes of MM’s posts, or her likes of his, have to do with it?
If you look at what it is that Sam is liking, it is “keeping it professional” stuff that is being rewarded with likes. Her about to go running/arrow pointing north post got a like for a comment about “a step in the right direction” probably for her choice to post about exercise and encouraging other to do so. His other like was for a post that made it abundantly clear that she was traveling in the Pacific Northwest and was not inviting innuendo about her possibly being in SA by leaving her current location unknown.
In return MM has been liking Sam’s fitness and Barbour posts- both of which are professional topics.
It’s strictly business- and MM’s likes are mirroring Sam’s friend Amy Shiel’s likes which further support the “friends” scenario.

But Sam and Cait are definitely upping their “together” game in their recent interactions- probably in answer to the upping of the Sam and MM game during Oscars week in LA. In fact Sam and Cait started this even before they left LA with Sam’s making quite clear that he was spending his days and evenings with his old crowd of friends and with his friend Valbo who was also visiting LA at the time. By Sam’s own words there would not be much time left over for the romance that was being hinted at by the “official” narrative. Then they were very couply looking at the Seattle fan con and not a whiff of MM to be seen even though that is her “home turf”. Once they got to SA we have got pics of Sam and Cait at drinks and rugby and shopping together. They presented a united front with a retweet of an anti bullying message. And now Cait has taken to commenting on Sam’s posts, putting herself into the conversation between Sam and his fans that these posts represent. The same way a wife or partner would feel comfortable inserting themselves into a spouse’s conversation at a party.

So the way I see it the likes from Sam are actually in service of his and Cait’s “together” narrative. Those likes are in keeping with the sort of interaction that two friends or acquaintances might have. And these stand in contrast to what Sam and Cait are showing with their posts and comments on each other’s social media- a pattern that says they are more than friends to each other. A pattern that has been consistent with them for almost four years now.

I'm Not In Love (Star-Lord Smut)

As requested by anon: All I want for Christmas is more StarLord Smut! Maybe you almost get hurt and Peter gets mad then admits he was scared?

Influenced by: “I’m Not In Love” by 10cc

Warning: poorly written smut lies ahead. 

It had been almost a week since Peter had spoken to you. At first you understood. After all, you’d completely gone against his instructions. You wandered away from him on a rather sketchy planet after he’d warned you countless times to stick by his side, resulting in some unidentifiable creature slamming you against a wall and sinking its teeth into your arm as you lost consciousness. Luckily he’d gotten to you before it was too late, leaving you with only a few shallow puncture wounds and the wrath of Star-Lord.

And so because you were not dumb, and because you truly felt bad, you let Peter give you the cold shoulder. It went against everything in your nature, as you tended to be the type of person who went straight to wailing and groveling whenever you fucked up, but it was a small ship and a long journey to your next destination. There would be plenty of time for blubbering apologies. Or at least you thought.

Peter had grown irritated with everyone on the Milano at least once, and while he’d spit out a few snotty remarks, he was never one to truly yell. Instead, he would lock himself in the cockpit and then emerge a few hours later as if nothing ever happened. For those reasons and the fact that it’d been a whole week, you were beginning to rethink your “just leave him alone” approach, and on the eighth night of being ignored you found yourself knocking on the door to the cockpit after everyone was asleep.

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anonymous asked:

Hey, I'm not sure of you remember,but you did a thing with the group reacting to Lucio having an S/O. I was wondering f you could do the same thing, but with Soldier76(or Reaper76 if you do that). And the S/O is like Lucio's age? Love you btw😙

I love you too, random anon! Also I am so sorry but sO MANY CRADLE ROBBING JOKES 

THAT’S LITERALLY ALL POOR JACK WOULD HEAR LMAO

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Just Friends. (Tom Holland Imagine)

I’ve been wanting to write about Tom Holland/Peter Parker for a while now. So if you have any Spider-Man, Peter Parker, Tom Holland requests, please send them! 

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! 

I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by tomhollanddaily

Naturally, when two young celebrities play lovers on a movie or television show, everyone would speculate that the two are dating or eventually will date. You had a long contract with Marvel ever since you were fourteen. Your character had been introduced as Tony Stark’s daughter in Iron Man 2. Now in Civil War being your third movie in the MCU, you were finally shown a love interest. And that was MCU newbie, Tom Holland. 

In a panel for the new Captain America movie, your characters’ romance had been a main topic of interest for questions. “Tom, did you have to read with (Y/N) when you first auditioned?” A fan asked. You shot up and glared at Sebastian Stan, the only person whom you shared your secret attraction towards the British actor. 

Tom smiled a little. “Oh, yes. I did read with (Y/N) but it wasn’t my first audition. It was when they had their final choices and they had each one of us read with this lovely creature.” He swung his arm around your shoulders and many fans awed at his notion. 

Sebastian cleared his throat and your eyes widened giving him a warning. “Fun fact that not everyone knows, but they had a hard time decided who to choose so they asked (Y/N) who she thought she got along with the most. She chose Tom.” You felt a light blush creeping onto your cheeks as you awkwardly pulled away from Tom. 

“The other guys were old enough to be my dad.” You sassed, making the crowd burst into laughter. 

“This one is for (Y/N), actually.” A new fan questioned after being handed the microphone. “And well, Tom can answer as well, but did the on-screen romance transfer to a real life one as well?” Your jaw clenched, thinking of an answer that wouldn’t give away your huge tiny crush on Tom. 

“No.” You said, softly. “We’re Just Friends.” 

What you didn’t see was how Tom slouched back into his seat, his confidence draining. Did he read into your signs wrong? You leaning into him for comfort, Sebastian and RDJ encouraging him to court you, you resting your head on his shoulder after long car rides? Was it all because you thought of him as just a friend? 

After the panel, you all disbanded to look around the convention and take pictures with any fans. You noticed how distant Tom had been from you throughout the day and whenever you tried to talk to him, he always found something to preoccupy himself with. 

A little girl came up to Tom and hugged his leg. Her mother chased after her, scolding her and apologizing.Tom shook his head and said it was fine before scooping the child up. “Hey, there.” He smiled at the girl. 

“Can Peter and (Y/C/N) be my mommy and daddy?” She asked, looking at him with starry eyes. 

Before Tom could bluntly reply a no, you came up to the pair and smiled at the little girl in his arms. “Of course, baby.” You cooed as the three of you posed to take a picture. Tom handed the girl back to her mother and quickly excused himself to go check out the Spider-Man booth that sat across the convention. “Are you avoiding me?“ You questioned, grabbing onto his arm before he could leave.

“Course not, buddy.” He replied. You looked taken aback by the name. Never in your time of knowing Tom have you ever heard him call you buddy it had always been angel, love, or lovely. “What? Isn’t that what we are? Friends? Buddies?” 

Your shoulders sank down. “Did I offend you?” You asked. “If I did, I’m sorry for saying the truth. We’re just friends, Tom.” 

“What if I don’t want to be?” He snapped. Your eyes widened as you encouraged him to go on. “I like you, (Y/N). It’s a massive crush. When I was called back to read with you, I was so afraid that I’d mess up because you made me so nervous. My palms are sweaty when you’re near me and my heart beats faster than it should. And for you to say that we’re just friends hurts because I thought you felt something more too.” 

He turned to walk away from you but you pulled him back once again. “(Y/N) don’t-” You cut him off by standing on your tip toes and pulling him into a kiss. You pulled away after a few moments, raising your eyebrows at him. “You did that ‘cause you feel bad for me?” 

“I did that because I don’t see you as just a friend.” You muttered. 

In the distance, you couldn’t hear them, but Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan were giving you two knowing looks while Chris Evans had his jaw dropped. “Here’s fifty bucks, fellas.” Chris Evans said handing the two the green paper. “I thought he’d for sure make the first move.” 

Signs Someone Might Like You

✨Sup my dudes! I’ve been getting lots of asks lately which is really great, I’m super happy that I can give advice to other people who need it! One thing that I’m noticing, however, is that a lot of these asks are very similar in that most of them have to deal with wondering what the signs are that someone may or may not like you. Instead of doing each individual ask, which although would be helpful to the individual, it would be more time consuming than doing this: laying out some of the key signs that someone might have a crush on you! (These are not in order from most to LEAST important I just sorta wrote about the major ones that came to mind as I went, and this’ll be a little long oops sorry).✨

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1.) Eye Contact
Eye contact is one of the major things to look for if you’re unsure whether someone likes you, it’s a universal sign for both men and women, whether they’re shy or outgoing, eyes say it all. If you ever catch them staring at you or trying to make eye contact, even if it’s from across the room. Eye contact is pretty large sign they like you since it’s unusual for someone to just stare at someone for no reason. Whether they’re shy or outgoing eye contact can be different, they might look away right when you catch them or continue to hold the eye contact for a few seconds, both are pretty solid signs that if they recur often mean something more than friends.

2.) Eyes in General
EYES wowza this relates to the first one because obviously it has to deal with your orbs. If you ever are talking to them closely and can get a good look at their eyes, notice their pupils. It might be hard if you don’t talk very often or don’t usually talk in a setting where you can get a good look at their pupils, but try your best. If their pupils dilate and get larger for some scientific reason, it can be a straight giveaway that they like you or have some sort of attraction towards you, unknown to them since they can’t necessarily look at their own enlarged pupils without a mirror.

3.) Mirroring
When someone likes another person, they tend to mimic their actions. Take notice in how you sit and how they sit, and if they are similar. Usually if you find that they mirror your actions it means that they are paying attention to you and want to show that they are similar to you, most times without them even realizing. Try to yawn or force a yawn, if they yawn almost immediately after it shows that they were paying attention to you, since yawning is one of those weird human things that trigger almost a chain reaction in other people once someone sees another yawn. It’s really weird, and might not work, but it’s worth a try.

4.) Being Near You
One thing I’m noticing in a lot of these asks is that one of the things mentioned quite a lot is the other person sitting or standing closer than necessary to the person who sent the ask. People who like you will often go out of their way to be within your vicinity. By doing so they are feeling that they are getting closer to you, both physically and emotionally, since being closer to someone can show other people that those two are together or know each other well. Sometimes they might go out of their way to stand next to you in group settings or photos, or it can be smaller like the person inching closer to you over time.

5.) Popping Up
Do you ever find them popping up in random places that you might not expect them to be? Like maybe seeing them in the halls in a place they shouldn’t necessarily be since their class is on the other side of the school? This shows that they want to see you more often, and is common in both guys and girls. By changing their schedule or daily routine to see you more often they give themselves more chances to talk to you and get to know you better. This can be more common in shyer people who don’t have the courage to talk to you, but by switching up their schedule they can see you more often and keep the connection flowing without too much communication.

6.) Remembering
Even if a conversation is short, by remembering a small detail or specific thing can show that they are paying more attention to you than they would to any old conversation. An event, something the other person likes or dislikes, a funny story, it can be anything. If they bring it up again or if the other person brings it up again and they understand what they’re talking about, then it shows how they were attentive during the conversation and maybe want to show off their special treatment towards you. Or they could also be remembering specific details unknowingly, but since they are attracted to the other person, that information sticks in their brain.

7.) Random Touching
This one sort of relates to being near you, since if someone likes another person they might go out of their way to bump into them, lightly touch their shoulder or arm, or find some sort of way to touch you, even if it’s small. People do this because they want to feel that connection became stronger, and by these lighter or sometimes stronger touches they can see how you react, or can also make you feel more comfortable in their presence. For shy people this is a little harder to do, so this sign isn’t completely universal, along with the fact that this is also more common in girls and women. These touches don’t have to necessarily be towards you, it can be that they’re fidgeting, playing with their hair, touching their clothes, etc.

8.) Their Friends
How do their friends act when they’re around you? Boy or girl, each side is known to confront their friends either to get their approval about who they like, or just want to see what their reactions would be. Friends can also act as spies, since they can see what the person that the crush is on is doing in order to relay it back. Obvious signs are that the friends start to laugh or give playful punches to the person having the crush, or suddenly finding them also popping up. Smaller signs being that they might glance at the person more often, talk louder or softer when the crush approaches, or giving “the look” whenever the crush walks by, which can sometimes be either subtle or obvious.

9.) Think of Yourself
This one isn’t necessarily a sign in itself, but makes you think about the things that you do when you have a crush on someone. Notice if some of your own signs come back from the person you’re unsure of. Just by noticing that you can relate to what they’re doing can also make some of the signs feel less creepy if you aren’t fully into them staring at you or standing a little closer than you might like. Think of how you’d normally act in the same situation and apply it, sure it might not be exactly the same, but it can help identify whether or not they have a crush by noting the similarities.

10.) Specifics
These are just some random specifics that change easily aren’t aren’t truly reliable since they’re on the smaller scale. For instance, if a girl pushes up her sleeves, it’s a small sign that she is exposing more of herself to you by doing so, and feels more comfortable in your presence. If a guy puffs up his chest and stands a little taller, then he could be trying to show his more masculine side in order to gain the crush’s affection. Another example of this is a guy mentioning going to the gym or being a little more arrogant when around the crush; just trying to be more masculine. Some more specifics for women and girls can be that they lick their lips more often, try to wear more makeup or dress nicer than usually to get their crush’s attention, or (this one is a bit more universal but mainly with girls) might point her toes and feet towards you when she’s sitting down. Of course if you sit behind her then her feet around going to break and twist backwards, but if her feet unconsciously point in your direction when she crosses or uncrossed her legs, then that can be another smaller sign that she likes you.

Moving In - KagaKuro Domesticity Weekend Day One!

The day Kuroko moves in with the Fujimaki family, he feels tired. He sits in the car next to Fujimaki Takaya and doesn’t really speak the entire time. His relationship with the general is often defined by their philosophical discussions about literature, but they are just as easy together in silence. The general, more than anyone else in Kuroko’s life, knows just how tired Kuroko is. The boy has tried so hard to forge bonds—with the other Miracles, with humans, with anyone—only to have them severed, time and time again, and he is exhausted.

Kuroko feels somewhat like this move into the Fujimaki household is an escape—like an old time “rest cure” for madness. He feels tired, and numb, and hollow, and a little bit like maybe he should just disappear from everything.

“Oh,” Fujimaki says, his voice strange. It draws Kuroko’s attention, who only looks at the man but doesn’t ask the question. “My children have, apparently, come to visit,” he says, answering Kuroko’s unasked question.

Kuroko has never met the general’s children, and somewhat thought he wouldn’t ever really need to—they were all adults, Fujimaki had explained, moved out and with families or lives of their own.

“Is that… not a good thing?” Kuroko asks, suddenly uncertain. What if they didn’t want him here? What if he was an intrusion after all?

“It is perfectly fine,” Fujimaki says reassuringly, “I had just hoped… well, I was always planning on introducing you, just… after you had the chance to settle.” He looks down at Kuroko after he parks the car and says, “The important thing to remember is that they mean well.”

*

“I BROUGHT CLOTHES AND STUFF.”

“That was very nice of you, Sakura, thank you. We did buy Tetsuya-kun clothes. We also have stuff,” Fujimaki replies calmly.

“YEAH, BUT NOT NICE CLOTHES. YOU AND MOM HAVE NO TASTE.”

“Please do not take this the wrong way, but what are you all doing here?”

“TO MEET TETSUYA. I ALWAYS WANTED A LITTLE BROTHER.”

“Hey! You have a little brother!” Tadashi says indignantly. “I’m your little brother!”

“I WANT A CUTE LITTLE BROTHER.”

“OK, if we’re adopting more siblings, I want a new sister,” Tadashi says.

“Both of you, be quiet,” Hiroki says. “We are trying to make a good impression. Where is Tetsuya-kun?”

“He’s here,” Fujimaki says, calmly. “But I think you’ve frightened him.”

Kuroko doesn’t feel frightened, exactly. But these people are loud, and a little overwhelming, and it has always been his automatic response to fade into the background whenever confronted with something new.

“HEY I FOUND HIM,” Sakura says, almost pouncing on Kuroko when she spots him. Kuroko is a little startled by the discovery—it’s the rare sort of person who can spot him through his Latent Overflow.

“Awesome,” Tadashi says, “Nice to meet you, kid. Let me show you your room. It’s my old room and I’ve stocked it with supplies.”

“What kind of supplies?” Fujimaki asks, sounding vaguely concerned.

“All kinds of supplies,” Tadashi replies enigmatically, tugging on Kuroko.

“Guys, you are doing a terrible job of a good first impression. This is what happens when you lack discipline—”

“SHUT UP, HIROKI,” “No one asked you, Hiroki,” Sakura and Tadashi say at the same time.

This is, all things considered, not something he expected to encounter, and by the end of the day, Kuroko’s energy is drained. It’s a different kind of tired than before, but good.

*

The day Kuroko moves in with Kagami, he feels confident that this is the right choice, but unexpectedly sad.

“Are you sure you still want to do this?” Kagami asks, uncertain, like he has ever since he met the general and his wife.

“Yes, Kagami-kun. This is where I belong,” Kuroko says simply. And that’s all that really matters—for the first time in his life, Kuroko has found somewhere he belongs. He will miss the Fujimakis, and he will always appreciate their kindness, but he doesn’t want to lose this chance. (Kagami would wait, if that’s what Kuroko wanted. But Kuroko doesn’t want to wait. He spent years waiting for his chance to escape Teiko, and he’s done putting off things he wants. Life is too precious to postpone desire).

“OK,” Kagami says, coloring slightly. “If that’s what you want.”

This time, moving in is a quiet affair. He has more stuff this time—books and clothes and a few basketball related things—but it is still quick and when he’s there, Kuroko feels like this is the home he was always meant to have.

*

And even though he’s moved in with Kagami for awhile, it’s a bit like he’s moving in all over again when the Fujimaki siblings finally come to visit.

“SEE? I TOLD YOU THEY WOULDN’T HAVE ANYTHING.”

“They’re dudes, Sakura, of course they—holy crap, man, did you just move in or something?” Tadashi looks around. “Where’s all your stuff?”

“I have stuff,” Kagami defends.

“No, you really don’t,” Hiroki says. “That’s OK, we brought you stuff.”

“We don’t need—”

“HERE’S A PLANT,” Sakura says, handing Kagami a ficus.

“I don’t need a plant?” Kagami says.

“THE PLANT’S NAME IS DONALD.”

“What—why does the plant have an American name?” Kagami says.

“We also brought more chairs and rugs, and Sakura brought some fancy bathroom stuff,” Hiroki says.

“IT’S CALLED SOAP.”

“Your kitchen is surprisingly well-stocked for two dudes living together,” Tadashi says, with an impressed whistle. “Someone knows how to cook. And by someone, I mean obviously Kagami has some hidden depths, because I know it’s not you, Tetsuya.”

“Kagami-kun is very talented,” Kuroko says.

“Get out of our kitchen,” Kagami says.

Kuroko looks at Kagami, not expected the easy way he said “our”—and it fills him with a kind of warmth he’s experienced every day since moving in.

“Obviously I need to visit you guys more,” Tadashi says. “I’ve been mooching off of Hiroki’s wife because Sakura is crap at cooking.”

“COOK FOR YOUR DAMN SELF, TADASHI.”

“How, how often are they going to visit?” Kagami asks Kuroko to the side.

“Not too often,” Kuroko says. “But, I imagine it will always be like this when they do.”

“Christ. I’m going to have to buy more dishes,” Kagami says.

“WE BROUGHT DISHES!” Sakura says helpfully.

It would be hard to explain how happy it makes him: to be in the home he belongs, and still have the important people he’s met still in his life. There was a time when it seemed like everything could be taken away and every bond could be severed. Kagami is the first person who made him realize that wasn’t true, but Kuroko is beginning to see there were people who were trying to teach him that all along.



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anonymous asked:

can you tell me a joke or a funny story? my anxieties gone through the roof in the last couple days and i'm really overwhelmed

oh man, okay, what funny story haven’t I told yet?

okay OKAY how about this one time a few years ago when I was housesitting for some family friends, and that meant also looking after their adorable, tiny little mini foxie. Her name’s Tilly, and at this time she wouldn’t have been bigger than a loaf of bread. Needless to say, I was thrilled.

It started off great. She’d sleep in my bed with me every night and follow me everywhere and be so excited whenever I came home. This was a little unfortunate, because she was just a puppy and hadn’t yet quite gotten control of her bladder, and she always peed when she got excited. So, there was pee to clean up every time I came home and I had to be real fast about grabbing her if she was waiting for me on the bed, but it was endearing, and not a big deal.

Then, things started to go downhill.

Maybe a week in of looking after this house and this dog, I’m watching TV and I hear barking out on the road. Very familiar barking. I rush to the window and see, yup, Tilly’s somehow gotten out and running around the street. I run down stairs and outside and try to grab her, but unfortunately whenever someone runs she thinks it’s a game. So of course she’d run away, and goddamn for such tiny legs could she move fast.

I eventually managed to coax her back to me with treats, and that was that.

The next day, I hear more barking. Not her, some other dogs across the road, but naturally I get suspicious. Sure enough, Tilly’s not in the backyard. I rush to the house across the street and see Tilly, right up at their fence, seemingly overjoyed to have two massive, rather angry looking dogs trying to push through the fence and reach her by sheer determination. I move forwards to grab her so of course she moves further away from me, closer to the fence, and I know, without a doubt, she not only can but will squeeze through that fence. I can see it in her tiny, adorable eyes. I sprint back to the house, get more treats, and sprint back, all the time paranoid the neighbours are all watching me trespass on this stranger’s property. The owners weren’t home at the time. Finally, I tempt her close enough to me that I can grab her, and I bring her back to the house.

I comb the backyard, trying to find how she keeps getting out, and see a small dip in the ground at one point of the fence that I’m fairly certain she’d be able to sneak under. So I haul a massive rock from the garden and put it there. The rock’s like three times Tilly’s weight, there’s no way she’d be able to move it.

But over the next few days she gets out again, and again, and again. Treats stop working. She gets smarter, and faster. I begin to develop grey hairs. I lock up the backyard tighter than fucking fort knox and she continues to get out, every damn day. By this point the neighbours can probably set their watches by the teenage girl running around their street screeching “Tilly!”

I stop letting Tilly outside without my supervision, and she still manages to sneak by me. I start only leaving her outside when she’s tied up on a lead, and she fucking chews through it.

I have to buy the owners of this devil dog a new freaking lead.

I have to stop letting her out at all, except for scheduled toilet breaks where I walk her around, on her new shiny lead, then walk her back inside. I have to keep her inside whenever I go to work, or go shopping. I’m no longer confronted by little spurts of pee when I come home, but puddles and small piles of shit, because she can’t get outside and apparently has a very fucking nervous digestive system whenever I’m not there with her.

It’s a nightmare. I still love this dog to bits but I also start losing my mind. It’s like a bizarre form of torture. None of this lets up until the owners finally come home.

I’ve done my best to make sure there’s no leftover excrement on their lovely hardwood floors when they get there. I explain to the mother what happened, apologise for her old lead. She seems kind of mortified that I had to buy a new one. Later, talking to one of the neighbours, she finds out they’ve been feeling sorry for me the entire month because of the amount of times they’ve seen me running up the street after this little loaf of bread dog.

In the end, they have to get an entirely new fence set up to keep Tilly in. They manage this a few weeks after I’ve finished housesitting for them. She hasn’t gotten out since.

But still. Still, those days haunt me.

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post-squip; jeremy is buds w/ rich and michael isn’t really, so jer is like “hey you should also be friends with rich” and michael agrees so he and rich becomes friends but jer then feels jealous bc mike is hanging with rich more and more

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Monday. Great.
I walk down the hall to meet up with Rich- yes that Rich, the same Rich that bullied me for a year, the same Rich that set a fire and burned down a house.
That’s all behind us now that the Squip is gone. Ever since that happened, everyone has been pretty chill and not as douchey.
I see Rich up ahead, with Jake, and go towards him.

“Hey, Heere!” Rich calls as soon as I reach him.
“Jeremy.” Jake nods.

“Hey, Rich, Jake.” I say.

As they continue to talk, i take my time to look around.

I see Chloe texting someone, and Brooke trailing behind her like a lost puppy. There’s Jenna talking to Justin Croft about something drastic that has happened.

And walking through the door is Michael. Michael has been my friend, since I can remember. Walking with him, is Christine. I dated her for a while, but we just didn’t click. I was heartbroken for a while, but Michael helped me through it.

“Heere? Heere? JEREMY!” Rich yells as i snap back to reality.

“Um what?” I say (awkwardly shall I add).

“Why don’t you ask Mike over there to hang with us?” Rich asks, also looking at Michael.

“Um, I don’t know, Michael doesn’t do well with new people. I-I could try though, heh.” I say.

Rich gestures to get Michael and I take a deep breath and go to him. Ever since I broke up with Christine, I’ve been closer with Michael. Yeah sure, I was close with him before, but it’s different, ya know?

I get to Michael, “Hey buddy! Rich wants to k is if you want to hang with us?” I ask.

Michael darts his eyes towards Rich and Jake and then back to me.
“Umm, I don’t know man. I promised Christine to help her with math.” Michael says scratching the back of his neck.

Christine interjects, “No no! It’s fine! Really. I’ll just ask someone else.” She says smiling.

Michael laughs nervously and shrugs, “Guess I’m with you guys.”

“Hey,” I say putting a hand on his shoulder, “You don’t have to if you’re not comfortable.”

He gives me a warm smile, “It’s fine, we all need to get out of our comfort zone once in a while.”

We walk back to Rich and see that Jake had left to go talk to other people.

Rich sends Michael a warm smile, “Hey, Michael, how ya doin’?” Rich asks.

Michael shrugs, “Good I guess?”

Suddenly the bell rings signaling that first is starting.

“Nice chatting with you too! See ya at lunch?” Rich asks, walking away.

“See ya, Rich!” I call back, “You want me to walk you to science?” I ask Micheal.

“I’ll be fine. See you later, Jer!” Michael smiles and waves, and then he’s gone.

I wave back and then I’m off to first.

-

Lunch, best part of the day. I can finally eat food without getting in trouble. You can talk to your friends without being told to be quiet. You can wonder aimlessly outside. Do whatever in these 30 minutes.

I walk to where Michael and I usually have lunch and spot Michael and Rich looking at Rich’s phone.

I’ve gotta admit, I feel a pang of hurt, but quickly push it off like nothing and head over to them.

“Hey guys, hope you didn’t eat all the food without me,” I joke, sitting next to Michael, who is now i’m the middle.

“Dude, you have to see. Rich just showed me a video of Jake fall and dropping his Slushee!” Michael says between laughs as Rich hands over the phone to me.

To be honest, I don’t really pay attention to the video. I pretend to laugh and i glance at Michael and Rich’s legs touching. Weird, I know. it i still can’t help feeling… envious? I don’t know, but I don’t like it, whatever it is.

I hand the phone back, “Sooo, Michael, my dad is going out this weekend so it’s just me and I wanted to know if you wanted to sleep over or something? We could play games, you’ll be my player two! Like old time,” I smile awkwardly at Michael.

Michael eyes widen, “Oh! Uuhh well, actually, Rich kinda already invited me over and, uh, I said yeah?” Michael scratches his neck.

Ok now that hurts.

“Oh, that’s fine. You two have fun,” I sadly smile.

Michael looks at me for a second and turns back to Rich to finish their conversation.

For the rest of lunch, I stay quiet.

-

Sunday.
Last day till another week of hell.

And the last day till I see him again.

His tan skin, black hair. His brown eyes and that same damn red sweatshirt he wears everyday.

Ugh.

I hear my phone buzz, and I shit up from my bed to retrieve it.

It’s from him.
Of course it is.

Player 1: jer, u ok????

I quickly text back:

jerbear: ya?????? why wouldn’t i be????

Player 1: u seemed off on fri…

jerbear: bro,,, i’m fine,,, really
jerbear: aNyWaY
jerbear: how was hanging w/ rich?

Player 1: oh
Player 1: we never ended up hanging out…

jerbear: oh??? why?

Player 1: i just,, didn’t feel like it.
Player 1: it’s not that same

jerbear: ??? explain

I turn off my phone and go downstairs to get lunch while waiting for a reply.

Once I get downstairs, I see my dad (without pants) making something that we’ll probably eat for dinner.

“Hey they, Heere!” He greets.

“Hey dad.” I reply, getting left over pizza from the fridge.

“Why do you sound so… meh?” He asks, turning around.

“Why is everyone asking that!?” I snap, slamming the fridge door shut.

“Woah, Jeremy, just askin’.” Dad says, putting his hands up defensively.

I sigh, “Sorry, I’ve just been…” I trail off looking outside the kitchen window.

“Huh, so you like someone?” Dad says smiling.

This draws me back, “whAT NO WHY WOULDYOUSAYTHATNODADIDONTLIKEANYONEWHOEOUODEVENLIKEMEAREYOU-”

“Jeremy!” My dad cuts me off, “I was just asking!! But by the seems of that answer… you do like someone!” He laughs.

“Ugh, dad, I- I don’t know.” I say sitting down at the table and putting my head down.

“Well, if you do like someone, I’ll be there to help you sort it out.” He reassures me, patting me on the back.

I sigh once more, and head back upstairs with my cold pizza.

Once I sit back on my bed, I check me phone for any answer, and I’m surprised to see multiple texts from Michael.

Player 1: its just whenever im hanging round rich and ur not there it doesnt feel the same
Player 1: like ya rich is cool and all that jazz but its just two dudes hanging out
Player 1: but w/ u it feels more personal and kajdjsjdk
Player 1: ugh sorry i’m venting
Player 1: ill stop bothering u

I immediately reply.

jerbear: nonono tell me, i want to know

Player 1: its complicated bro

jerbear: there’s nothing you can’t tell me
jerbear: i’ll be there for you

Player 1: but what if u hate me???

jerbear: there is nothing you can do to make me hate you man

Player 1: okok hold on it’s a lot to write

And with that, he starts typing away and I am left to wonder.

-

An hour later and I still haven’t gotten a reply, and it’s starting to worry me.

Finally, my phone buzzes and I quickly go to read it.

Player 1: i like you

Wait.. was that it!? That’s what took an hour to write!?

But wait, does he like me? As a friend or… more??????

jerbear: i like you too bro

Player 1: no
Player 1: i mean i LIKE you

jerbear: oh…

Ok, that wasn’t the right to to send.

But the question is… do I feel the same way?

Player 1: jeremy??!!

jerbear: give me a min to think k

Player 1: !!!!

-

It’s now Monday morning and I’ve been looking at that message all night, trying to figure out what to say.

I begin typing.

jerbear: 1) sorry i haven’t answered yet, i needed time to think
jerbear: 2) i like you too
jerbear: 3) i think i’ve been lowkey jealous of you hanging with rich

Player 1: woah man
Player 1: sweet
Player 1: wanna go out on a date????

I smile at the text.

jerbear: sure :)

Player 1: :))

jerbear: :))))
jerbear: date meaning you and i get stoned in your basement and watch a movie

Player 1: were gonna watch Docot Stange

jerbear: bro
jerbear: that’s gonna be so trippy

Player 1: ikik

jerbear

anonymous asked:

So I kinda headcanon that whenever Ushijima gets drunk he's pretty much the same just a little sluggish & slurred but anything he says is somehow really thought provoking, philosophical & meaningful so may I get a scenario where he & his wife are at a bar or something(maybe the other 3rd years are there if you want) & whatever they're talking about leads to him saying "The earth is 4.5 billion years old & I'm alive the same time my wife is & that makes me happy" or something cute like that?

djvndsjvbbsdjbvsdvm this is so cute. i love it. of course, i am always here for shiratorizawa third-year hangouts. even better that they still get together after high school :,)

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You’re not really paying attention to what your husband and his friends are saying anymore. It’s not out of malice, though: it’s getting late and you would normally be tired at this hour even without alcohol in your system. While they talk about…whatever it is they’re talking about, you’ve been drawing delicate circles on the back of Ushijima’s hand under the table. It’s one of the few forms of intimacy you can get away with giving him in public.

“Look, evolution is constantly happening around us. We just can’t see any of it because it’s so gradual it takes, like, thousands of years or something. Who’s to say that homo sapiens are the final form of what humanity can be?”

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I'm way too excited with your fem!ed fanfiction and I was wondering, hope its not an issue, if you have any headcanon about a fem!ed in the series like if it was canon? I don't think it would have changed the story since fem!ed is just as badass in my imagination but I was thinking in the interaction with other characters like Mustang and the crew, Hughes, Armstrong, Hohenheim, Winry and Alphonse himself, maybe Greed/Ling and the chimera? Sorry if I'm asking too much hope you don't hate me!!!

no worries! i’m happy to answer :)

hm so

mustang: does not realize ed is a girl until she come to take the state alchemists exam. honestly not even then, just thinks ed is an especially pretty boy. ed realizes this about two seconds in and tells al not to call her sister around mustang because she wants to see how long it takes him to notice. six months later ed comes back from a mission and she’s thirteen and puberty has started to rear its ugly head and roy’s like HOLD ON A FUCKING MINUTE and for the rest of his life everyone makes fun of him for the fact that roy spent years of his life thinking ed was a boy. roy also gives himself a heart attack because of all the times he sent a GIRL into very dangerous places with bad men. and he tries to give her safe missions for two seconds until she threatens to castrate him if he doesn’t stop being a sexist dick. he stops being a sexist dick but he WORRIES and FRETS.

riza: she and ed are the only girls on the team. they are Best Friends. riza takes ed under her wing, and ed’s seen too much to be a child and riza’s not a mother, but they toe this line of best friend and sisters, and riza teaches her everything she needs to know about being a woman in the military and ed doesn’t want to be same type of military woman riza is, she’s too much of a brat or that, but she listens and pays attention and riza expected this to be a mentorship but by the time ed’s sixteen they are tried and true friends who spar together and get brunch and help each other get ready for dates.

havoc: the entirety of havoc and ed’s relationship is playful flirting mostly because it makes roy’s eye twitch. havoc is a country boy and goes “well hello there ma’am” to ed when she’s a tiny twelve year old and does silly stuff like say, “you’re looking awfully pretty today, miss elric,” in this thick southern twang thats not even close to natural. and it makes ed laugh and so she pretends to be delicate southern belle with him, places her hand over her mouth and going ‘why i never!” and by the time ed has grown into a beautiful young woman havoc is so used to playing this game with her that rumors run rampent that havoc and ed are dating. havoc tries to dispel them because now whenever he hits on girls they think he’s stepping out on ed, but whenever he tried to get ed to help out she just goes “honey, i thought we had something special!” VERY LOUDLY but she sets him up with her pretty friends so it evens out

hughes: ed is elycia’s dear big sister! to be honest he’s really grateful ed is there to be such a good role model for her. oddly goes less pap bear because somehow someway ed being a girl gives roy EVEN LESS chill and when she starts dating the nice wide eyed privates roy looks like he’d like nothing more than to incinerate them all.

armstrong: meets ed and is immediately reminded of olivier. gives ed the same treatment he gives his elder sister, which is hilarious. olivier meets ed and has never approved of someone so strongly in her life. her and olivier bond asap and its one hundred percent terrifying. whenever they’re all in central olivier, ed, and riza will go out together and it’s beauty and grace and terror.

ling/greed: oh poor ling. things go as they go but something in him tugs towards ed, and who can blame him. but he needs her so he still uses her like he does, but towards the end he’s just like - this woman is the type of woman i need one day. and he becomes greed and greed understand - ed is a precious, rare jewel that they must posses. so he offers to sleep with her for ling, and ling is FURIOUS but greed’s like chill, conquest is only fun when they come to your willingly. but ling makes him lay off, and but greed still flirts wit her a ton. which confuses her and makes her angry, because it’s not the dumb prince flirting with her, it’s the homunculi, and she likes both of them and they both like her and it’s just. really confusing. so she doesn’t worry about. then they go on the Great Camping Trip and Ling and Greed are RIGHT THERE and ling loves her, loves this girl of precious metal and fire who’s determined to save the whole damn world, and greed loves her greed “the whole damn world, huh? thats something i can get behind” and they tumble together one night and ed can’t keep track if it’s ling or greed inside her but it feels amazing and important and real when little else does.

and things go a little differently in the end. greed and ling separate but greed doesn’t die, he gets his old body back. and they all three go their separate ways, but -

ling is named emperor. and there are many beautiful woman being send to him as his brides, one form each clan, but they’re not who he wants. if he wants to be the leader no one has ever been, he has to do what they’ve never done. so he sends and envoy to central where ed is still serving in the amestrian military under fuher mustang and with and offer of marriage.

and ed accepts. she thinks she’s losing her mind but she accepts and becomes the official ambassador from amestris to xing and, oh yeah, empress of xing. which has a ton of responsibilities and really, ling, couldn’t you have picked on of your eleven other wives to be empress? no. and ling never touches his other wives, the role evolved from a concubine position to a political one, and each of his wives become spokespersons for their clans. and everyone is very wary of their immortal emperor and foreign empress, be ed dedicates herself to studying the language and the history and the alkahestry and becomes a master in the art herself and combined her and ling just. make so many good changes.

and then greed rolls up a few years in like hey i heard you guys were ruling a country how’s that going. and ed and ling don’t even have to think about it, they pounce greed and bring the homunculi to their bed and greed just. sticks around being the lover to the emperor and empress of xing.

and al and winry move to xing because fuck if they’re going to be left behind. and the entire country of xing is like ???? what is going on.

but eventually it becomes this Thing. like “hey didn’t drachma declare war on us or something?” “ye dont worry about it the emperor took care of it.” “how?? the army hasn’t been deployed.” “ye he sent the empress and her brother to take care of it.” “…our immortal emperor. who has a non-human, immortal lover, sent his mortal wife and brother in law to defeat AN ENTIRE DRACHMAN ARMY?” “yeah. we won. drachma took back their declaration of war and drafted a peace treaty instead.” “what the fuck.” “listen, i don’t pretend to understand. he’s not sleeping with his eleven wives from the clans, the empress spends half her time in the library, and no one has any idea what’s going on with the immortal monster with sharp teeth, but according to the rumors from the palace the emperor and empress are most definitely and loudly sleeping with him. but violence is down, poverty is down, literacy is up, and the chances of there ever being a draft seem pretty low considering our empress casually fights whole armies. whatever. they can do what they want its clearly working.”

(around the time ed turns 25 and ling still looks the same as when he was 15 it occurs to ling and greed that their lover isn’t immortal and they beg and plead and there are many many tears before ed agrees to become immortal too. she only does it because al tells her too.

by the time she’s 45 she figures out away to triple someones lifespan using alkahesrty but it’s dangerous and costly and terrifying. she uses it on al and winry who basically bitch for 300 years that she should have figured it out before they got arthritis, thank much)

anonymous asked:

Helllooo, I'm sorry this is a bit random but is there any list/posts about other artists or celebrities praising shinee around here??

oh wow, i’m not sure if there is so i’ll try and write one up? there, for sure, won’t be everything but it was all that i was able to remember / could find in searches. 

 • big bang’s g-dragon was asked during an interview with section tv back in 2013 if there were any junior groups that caught his eye to which his answer was: “whenever i see shinee i think they’re doing really well.” (source)
• also back in 2013, tiger jk made asked a group of children if they like him or shinee more to which they remained silent and he answered “for” them by saying: “i like shinee more as well.” (source)
• in an interview that t-ara did late last year, both jiyeon and soyeon praised them.

q: have any rookies or hoobaes caught your eye lately?
soyeon: could i mention one more team? they’re not rookies but i think shinee are so amazing. i felt chills throughout my whole body when i watched their “everybody” stage. as someone who also performs on stage herself i know exactly what kinds of moves are difficult, what formations are possible or impossible, very well. but shinee’s “everybody” even made me respectful / in awe of them. because, honestly, it’s really difficult to demonstrate that level of quality. not just me, but everyone who’s on site at the music program gave thumbs up at shinee’s stage. did you see taemin’s “괴도 (danger)” music video? his ability to communicate emotions with each look, each gesture, gives me goosebumps. that power to communicate is a lot more difficult than you’d think. maybe it’s because i’m still lacking in that area but, when i see people who pull that off really well, they look amazing. shinee are no longer “idols”.
jiyeon: shinee appear really well on tv, but if you see them in person, it’s just art. they just pour all their energy they have themselves onto one stage. it’s enough to say: “if shinee does one prerecording they have to be boosted / helped down from stage by managers. we need to follow that example.”. (source)

• multiple members of the pledis rookie group, seventeen, have praised shinee since their debut earlier this year. you can a handful of instances here and here.
snsd all agreed early in july that shinee’s latest album was good and that they’re “very watchable” on stage. (source)
snsd’s sooyoung and super junior’s eunhyuk complimented shinee for being hard working on stage / feeling their passion for performaning in a snippet from sm’s newest documentary, “smtown the stage”. (here)
• back before they became friends, iu praised both shinee and jonghyun himself during a press conference for the reality show they did together for a short time, “immortal song 2”. she personally recommended him for the show due to a liking of his voice. (source)
• back in 2010 jessica jung praised and recommended for a musical role which he ended up getting / it was his first role to date. (source)
• during their “why so serious” promotions, secret’s hyosung was asked which group she finds best in terms of performance in which she replied: “shinee. i don’t know how they can be so good.” (source)
• in a survery put together by sports donga back in 2013, twenty two idol groups were asked to cast their votes in the: best vocalist, rapper, dancer, visual and factor / talent categories. jonghyun tied in second place for best male vocalist (alongside beast’s yoseob) with seven votes, taemin tied in second place (with super junior’s eunhyuk and jay park) for best male dancer with six votes, and minho tied in fourth place (with jyj’s jaejoong) for best male visual with three votes. the groups that participated in the survery were: girl’s day, nine muses, rainbow, miss a, big bang, snsd, b.a.p, shinhwa, cnblue, aoa, ft island, exo, mblaq, u-kiss, ze:a, jj project (back before got7’s debut), jyj, g.na, 2am, 2pm, kara and 15&. (source)
• it’s pretty well known at this point but exid’s solji is a very big fan of shinee and praises them often. one instance can be seen here).
• there’s an old fan account (that i’m having a hard time finding, blegh) where a fan of shinee’s mentioned that brown eyed girls’ narsha, a pd and a lyricist ran to watch shinee prerecord for a music show when their recordings begun back during “lucifer” era.
• popular actress shim eun kyung (who acted alongside taemin in a drama back in 2009) is a very, very big fan of the group / praises them often. one particular time can be found here. she also often makes posts on her instagram about them and is seen around wearing one of their “odd” snapbacks frequently lately.
baek ji young has mentioned twice (once in 2011 and again earlier this year) that she enjoys jonghyun’s voice / would like to collaborate with him. (source)
• taemin has a lot of celebrity fans, like… a lot. here’s a long video of random celebrities / idols praising him, including: rain, sunny hill, ze:a, cross gene, kangnam, history, monsta x, dear cloud’s nine, and mochida kaori. soran’s go young bae also called him perfect once, lmao. bts’ jungkook mentioned being a shawol with emphasis on biasing taemin. vixx’s hongbin mentioned once that he’d like to collaborate with taemin / looks up to him. teen top’s niel admitted that taemin’s solo inspired him a bit when preparing for his own / has mentioned admiring him in the past.
• back in 2010, boa picked shinee as the group closest to her ideal type. (or, specifically, a mixture of onew, jonghyun and minho) (source)
• japanese actress aizawa rina is a fangirl of taemin’s. (source) as is haruna from the japanese girl band scandal. (source)
• onew has a lot of celebrity fangirls that praise him often, including: kim jung nan, a pink’s namjoo, f(x)’s luna, and wonder girls’ yeeun.
girl’s day’s sojin is a big fan of the group / often praises them. she mentioned them: here, and here.
• here’s a full video of some of minho’s celebrity fans / fangirls, including: kim jung eun, kim eun seo, 2ne1’s dara, and kim ji won.
• from akb48 / nmb48 / ske48: iriyama anna mentioned minho as her “ideal” type while kashiwagi yuki mentioned that she finds him handsome. shimazaki haruka mentioned maybe being interested in key, while ogasawara mayu admitted to being a shawol and liking jonghyun’s voice.
•  world renowned pianist yiruma praised shinee / being impressed by working with them and jonghyun’s skill in lyric writing specifically. (source)
• wwe wrestler xavier woods opened up about discovering shinee and becoming a fan of them around the start of “odd”. (source)
• teddy riley (who is a grammy award winning singer-songwriter, producer, ect. and member of both guy and blackstreet) has worked with and praised the group multiple times. specifically: he’s made comments about how much he likes jonghyun’s voice / how he enjoyed working with him and how fond he is of him as well. (source)
• bryan-michael cox, who’s also a grammy award winning songwriter and producer (known for producing such songs as: mary j. blige’s “be without you”, and usher’s “burn”, “u got it bad” and “confessions”) met with jonghyun in the summer of 2014 referring to him as a “super talented artist” and a “superstar”. (source)
• when questioned about who she found to be the best looking male idol 4minute’s hyuna admitted that she chose all of shinee together and mentioned that, rather than just liking their faces, she likes the group as a whole. (source)

like said: there’s probably a loooooooooooot that i missed and if anyone knows anymore i can add them in and reblog again later! but that’s everything i could find and remember as of now.

thefattabbycat  asked:

Hi darling. I'm a bit under the weather with AP testing tomorrow. I wanted to ask for a GoM+Hanamiya+Kiyoshi (you don't have to do it all if its too much) yandere with s/o. I've really been into yandere anime lately.

[Omg I’m so late,, I hope your tests went well] Since the character count was pretty high, I made them headcanons. My first time with a yandere request so please don’t hesitate to send me any constructive criticism?? Thanks!!

- Kru


Kise Ryouta

  • He would not let you out of his sight if he ever suspected you were talking to someone that wasn’t him.
  • He’d be a show off and constantly exclaim to everyone about how you were his
  • He would know literally EVERYTHING about you so that whenever he feels like your feelings might be straying from him, he’d know exactly how to pull you back to him

Midorima Shintarou

  • Midorima would be a lot more secretive about his clinginess but would make up any excuse to spend time with you and make sure you aren’t talking to anyone but him
  • He gets rid of competition in a more sly and cunning way than other yanderes, and carefully plans out every move he’d make to keep you closer to him
  • He would buy your lucky items and read your daily horoscope before his own

Aomine Daiki

  • VERY dominant and obsessive over you. Doesn’t let anyone look at you in inappropriate ways
  • Believes that he’s the only one allowed to see you flustered or blushing or smiling
  • Gets very angry when he sees you talking to other guys, but takes it out on the guy instead

Murasakibara Atsushi

  • Veeeeeeeery clingy. He won’t leave your side even if you beg him to go.
  • Gets angry over the smallest things, like you talking to an old male friend or a cash register. He’d use his overwhelming presence to easily put anyone back to their place
  • He’d easily get moody, causing uneasy turbulence in your relationship

Akashi Seijuro

  • He gets very violent when he sees you talking to other guys, threatening them that they’ll see blood if they ever talked to you again
  • He would demand for constant gestures of affection in public
  • Like Aomine, he’d get very angry when he sees you talking to others, however, he punishes you instead

Kuroko Tetsuya

  • Major stalker. Even if he told you that he’s going home first, he’d still follow you until he saw you to safety.
  • Oddly obsessed over things you give him. Like items of value or even a pencil you let him borrow. He’d treasure it greatly.
  • Like Midorima, is very cunning when getting rid of competition.

Hanamiya Makoto

  • Never gets his hands dirty. If there’s ever a reason to get rid of some filth who decided to talk to you, he’d do it indirectly
  • Blames every emotion he has on you. He’d use you as a scapegoat to handle his overwhelming jealousy
  • Enjoys making you feel lower than him, and believes that they are the only ones allowed to do so

Kiyoshi Teppei

  • He knows everything about you and uses it as either punishment or bait to draw you closer to him
  • Gets very clingy whenever he sees you continually keeping in touch with someone other than him
  • Is actually pretty tolerant for a yandere

anonymous asked:

Hi Optomstudies! I'm an introverted person and I’m okay with that but that means I can be socially awkward at times. I often don't have much to say to people and find it hard to continue conversations or reply enthusiastically and sometimes it takes me a while to think of how to reply ahaha ==’. I’d like to be a bit more like you :) What could I do to change things a bit? Thanks :D

Hello! I’m a bit of an introvert as well, though people usually think I’m an extrovert when I talk to them hahaha It’s true that sometimes you end up not clicking with people even if you try your best to start conversation, but with most people if you try little things, you’ll eventually get them to open up and the conversation flows almost automatically! 

I’m a big believer in honesty though, so I dislike platitudes and pretentiousness in conversation. At the same time, I also dislike when people say things that can be construed as having a double meaning and are offensive in a subtly passive aggressive way, just to set that straight and to somewhat explain the underlying reasoning behind my advice and what I believe in. I’m pretty sure that my advice is generic though, and even I struggle to follow every step when I’m feeling exhausted haha

As an introvert, meeting people drains your energy by definition, but remember that small things you can do don’t really take that much extra energy, especially when you think about it as being a way to make other people feel welcome and appreciated. It’s all a state of mind - there’s no conservation of energy when it comes to the energy to talk to others hahaha I also try and think that every single interaction you have with a person will (generally) make them like you more (provided you are actually talking nicely and being likeable). So whenever I was sitting at home thinking “idk… would it be awkward to suddenly send them a message” I would tell myself this to overcome that little procrastination speedbump. 

Try and compliment people in little ways - honestly and sincerely though! I had this classmate who honestly and truly believes that she is doing a good thing; every morning she saw me (or anyone else) she would try and compliment something about what I was wearing, even if just to say “that’s an interesting pattern you’re wearing today! :)”. I get this approach, and it can definitely cheer people up, make their day. I do believe that she thinks it’s either a way to make the world happier or a part of social convention, and I get that approach. I don’t believe it’s lying at any point either. But when I try and compliment someone, I don’t want to point out something just for the sake of pointing it out; complimenting should be honest and sincere, even when it’s something you wouldn’t wear yourself but the other person pulls it off spectacularly. Too many compliments to every person you see kind of lessens the meaning behind them. 

Try and look happy to see someone - give them a sincere smile, and lift the inflection of your greeting - not just a “hey there”, but a “hey! :)” (much easier for girls, but guys can do it too) Everyone wants to talk to someone that they think wants to listen to them, yourself included right? So even just leaning forward a little bit when you speak to them conveys your interest and appreciation. This is hard to do when you’re feeling emotionally exhausted I know, but you can always take a break :)

Keep asking questions. Kind of an age-old adage now, but everyone’s heard the fact that people love talking about themselves right? So just let them do the hard work. If you don’t have much to say to people, then just ask them and get them to say what they want. On the other hand, also volunteer a little information about yourself after you’ve heard them expound about their experiences. As a talkative person, I absolutely hate it when the other person just continues to grill me with questions, and force me to keep asking “what about you?” Conversation is a two-way street, so I shouldn’t have to prompt you to just say “oh hey me too, I also like _______”. 

Sometimes it’s hard to reply enthusiastically; you might have no idea about the topic someone is really passionate about. This is me with sport honestly lol I am terrible at it and it consequently leads to me tuning out (not on purpose!) when someone starts explaining in depth rules and gameplay. My advice is to maintain eye contact with them and listen attentively, although don’t call me an expert on this particular area. Eventually because you naturally don’t know about a topic, or naturally have no interest, your responses will become answers rather than discussions. Most of the time the other person notices and changes the topic. 

I have met the occasional person who continues to talk your ear off even though your eyes have started to glaze over though (at which point it becomes apparent that the other person has the problem with conversational skills). In that situation, try and change the topic smoothly. Think of something, anything else that is remotely related, and wait for a lull in conversation before asking them “oh btw….” I know it sounds overly simplistic, but it works! Make sure it’s really smooth though - it has to be a slightly related topic, or else the other person might be offended. It’s a way of taking control of the conversation. You can even just stop them and say “okay so what happened at the end?” - this forces them to summarise and cut to the chase. That’s a tip I got from a friend actually. 

That ended up being a bit of an essay hahahaha hope it helps though! ^__^