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A lot of thoughts on season 4

Okay, okay I haven’t done a real post about all my thoughts on season 4 yet. I’m a sucker for long posts and I looove analyzing everything. And SKAM is just the perfect show to analyze. The metaphors and symbolism is EVERYTHING! This post will be long!! (sorry)

We have already got sooo much from the season. Multiple updates a day. Clips every day (so far). I really hope they keep it up the entire season. So far, we have a little more than 16 minutes of eps 1. We could get a short clip today (maybe Sana talking to her brother about not getting involved with her friends?) And then a longer clip Friday. For some reason, I have a feeling that the episodes will be a bit longer this season compared to season 3, because it seems like they have A LOT to cover in 10 episodes. So, I’m hoping they are aiming for 30+ minutes rather than 20. But we’ll see!

So, we got the trailer. I already wrote a bit about it, but I didn’t fully cover it. I think it’s safe to say the correct timeline of events is the timeline of the reverse trailer: Starting with Noora and then the domino effect going from there. According to the trailer Sana will be the one starting it all. She trips Noora, who falls.

From what we have seen so far, it is pretty clear that this will have something to do with boys! Either something with William or some of the boys from The Balloon Squad (or both). It is clear, that Sana doesn’t want the girls to get involved with her brother and his friends, but at this point they are not respecting her wishes (let’s get back to this later). They want Noora to find a new crush/hookup and The Balloon Squad is the target. At this point I think this will be what triggers Sana to do what she does. The girls will push her to the edge, and she will do something. In the trailer, she clearly trips Noora on purpose, so I think she is definitely triggered by something (because otherwise why would she do it?). But I don’t think she knows what kind of drama this will start (the domino effect).

The next in line is Vilde. Noora falls into her, and tears her pearl necklace in the fall. A white pearl necklace is known to symbolize innocence, purity and beauty, and I don’t think that the use of a pearl necklace to be torn is a coincidence. 

Vilde has so far been portrait as a bit oblivious and very absorbed with her own image and appearance. Her thing with Magnus also seems very sweet and innocent. This will somehow crack, and Noora will be the one starting it. Vilde has already begun to appear really shady. She seemed head over heals with Magnus, but she was very quick to find other boys interesting (= Sana’s brother). She may play it off as finding love for Noora, but be careful Vilde!

Next up is Eva. She is not directly affected by Vilde, but more indirectly trips do to what happens to her when the necklace tears.

She spills her drink on Chris, and I think the drink-spilling may symbolize that this has to do with her drunkness. We know the girl can get wasted!! I have no idea what it will be about, but she may do something when she is wasted, which she may regret and will affect more than herself.

To be honest, I have no idea what the Chris thing is, but I may think Chris is not symbolizing herself. It is more likely that she symbolizes ‘the one filming’ (I did write a small post about this earlier)

We know the one filming is Mikael, and it would make sense that whatever hurts Even, is something from his past. I look forward to knowing what happened in Even’s past, but I’m also very anxious to see him hurting. He is my baby, and if someone hurts him on purpose, I will end them! But the trailer also shows us that Isak does not leave Even’s side for one second! He goes down with him and has his back. This really comforts me. Evak is power couple no. 1!!

Okay, so moving on from the trailer… We have yet to make it to the first full episode, but sooo much is already building up. It is clear, that Sana feels like she doesn’t fully fit in with her friends. They clearly don’t understand her religion/culture and it annoys her! You can’t blame them for not knowing everything, but I think the issue is that they don’t even try to understand. They just assume things instead of actually talk to Sana about it. I think she would gladly answer their questions and talk about her religion and the culture her family comes from. All this adds on top of them not respecting her wishes for them to not get involved with her brother and his friends. I think all of this will strengthen her relationship with Isak. The two of them became close last year, and he actually talked to her about her religion and views on the world. He asked questions and they both challenged each other and grew as human. I think Sana will feel like she could actually talk to him about things she cares about. The fact that the girls only talk about sex and boys clearly frustrates her. I think she would love to talk about her feelings on the subject, but that their lack of interest makes her keep her facade of not caring about it at all.

We don’t know how her relationship is with Even yet, but they could easily had become friends over the last couple of months (the time between the end of s3 and now). The fact that he knows the Quran and therefor maybe understand her more and doesn’t just assume things could be a big deal.

From the latest text update, the girls could end up partying with The Balloon Squad (against Sana’s wishes). This party could be the first step into drama town! Maybe The Balloon Squad ends up having a clash with The Boy Squad – Magnus being jealous of whatever Vilde is up to and Even being confronted with his past. He could even be taking totally off guard, if they randomly end up at the same party. Does Isak even now what happened at Bakka yet? It has to be something big, since it made him change school and take his last year in gymnasium all over again.

I’m excited and anxious about this season!! Oh boy, oh boy. If you made it this far (I know this is a really long post) Please give me your thoughts!

An Honest Mistake

This is probably one of my favorite prompt ideas I’ve ever gotten honestly. @mikimiska113 , I love this so much!

Takes place on Dragonstone. More alcohol involved lol 

Jon hadn’t known what to expect when Tyrion had invited him to his solar late at night for a ‘serious discussion’ but it hadn’t been a drinking game with him and Grey Worm. 

He poured himself another glass, knowing even as he topped it off that he should stop now before he did something he would regret later. But he also knew that he wouldn’t; it was nice, in a way, to just be able to talk freely about nothing of consequence with a couple of friends (at least, he hoped Grey Worm was a friend; it was hard to tell sometimes with the Unsullied commander) without worrying about what would happen on the morrow. 

“The last time you lay with someone,” Tyrion said, looking at both of them with eyes that were barely bloodshot, even though he’d drank more wine than both of the others combined. “Lord Snow, you’re first.”

He toyed with the rim of his glass, not looking at either of them. “Several years,” he muttered as he took another long sip. 

Tyrion almost spat out his wine. “Several years? I would have supposed the first thing you did once you left the Night’s Watch would be to find a woman to lie with.” Jon noticed he didn’t say anything about how Jon had broken his vows; doubtless he’d already guessed. The Lannister had always seemed to know things without anyone telling him. 

“Didn’t find the right woman. I’m still looking.”

“If you wanted to, there are brothels near the harbor-”

He shrugged. “Whores have never been my type.” Not after his own mother had likely been one; he wouldn’t condemn an innocent child to his fate. 

“Well, you have more restraint than I do.” Tyrion turned to Grey Worm, who took another sip from his glass. “And what about you, Grey Worm? I’m sure there are other ways you can find pleasure, even without your…parts.”

 The soldier nodded, stone faced. “Several days ago.”

This time Tyrion really did spit out his wine. “Did you really? I was expecting it would take at least another month. Was it Missandei?”

Grey Worm nodded again, still expressionless. 

“Well, that’s excellent. Congratulations. As for myself…I have to confess, I haven’t lay with anyone since right before I left Meereen. Being the Hand to the Queen is quite time consuming and I haven’t had the time or interest to explore the harbor.” He spoke casually and drank more wine; Jon wondered just how much he was used to drinking, because he was already starting to feel sick. 

“She’s quite a woman,” Jon replied. He couldn’t imagine having that job the Dragon Queen was fiercely passionate about the causes she cared about, but also fiery and impulsive. She may not have been her father, but many of her Targaryen traits were readily apparent. 

“That she is. Her heart is in the right place…she just isn’t always certain how to go about accomplishing her goals. Very like someone else I know.”

Jon reddened. “She’s quite determined.”

“She wouldn’t have gotten very far if she’d been anything less. Certainly not to the place she is now. Grey Worm, what do you think we should do about Cersei Lannister?”

“I am not strong at diplomacy, only at battle. We could overrun the city easily, within a day…but the Queen will not, because she does not wish to hurt innocents. But we are running out of choices; the longer we allow the Mad Queen to rally her forces the more likely that she will attack in a way that we will have trouble repelling.” 

“You’re a ray of sunshine, aren’t you?” Grey Worm didn’t answer. “What would you do, Jon Snow, if you were in our position?”

Jon shrugged. “I have no place-”

“Hypothetically. The Queen seems to value your counsel; you stopped her from burning the Red Keep to the ground.” 

“It doesn’t matter what I say, what any of us do, if we don’t confront the threat to the North.”

“I don’t know much about the White Walkers, but I’m beginning to think that you bring them up whenever you don’t want to talk about something.”

“That’s ridiculous.” 

Tyrion smirked, refilling his glass and Jon’s without being asked. “You’re not as clever as you believe you are, Lord Snow. Not so good at hiding your emotions. Or maybe I’m just used to seeing people in love-God knows my siblings were always giving each other eyes, even when we were growing up. I know what a man looks like when he’s undressing a woman with his eyes.” 

Jon felt the back of his neck redden. “I did nothing of the sort.”

“He did, didn’t he Grey Worm?”

Jon silently pleaded with Grey Worm, hoping he could find an ally, but the soldier only looked slightly more interested. “He watches the Queen whenever he believes she’s not looking.”

“That’s not true-” Jon protested. 

“Grey Worm is a skilled soldier of the most highly disciplined army in the known world. Forgive me if I believe him more than I believe you. New round: we’ll ask you a question and you give us an answer. If we think you’re lying, you have to take another drink.”

He already knew he’d feel ill in the morning. “I shouldn’t-”

“A drink or two won’t hurt you. Trust me. I would know.” 

Jon sighed, already knowing the night wouldn’t end any other way. “Fine. But just a couple of questions.”

“Do you love our queen?”

“No.”

Tyrion rolled his eyes. “You’ll have to try harder than that. Take a drink.” Grey Worm looked amused as he nodded, and his eyes almost looked like they were laughing as Jon took another drink. “Do you want to kiss her?”

“No.”

“Take a drink. You’re a terrible liar-which is the only reason why I even believe in these White Walkers you’re so dead set on.” 

He could feel the alcohol taking effect and briefly Jon wondered whether this had been Tyrion’s intention all along, to ascertain to how deep his feelings for Dany went. “She’s…not what I expected.”

“If it’s any comfort, she loves you too. She’s never looked at anyone the way she looks at you. It would be sweet perhaps, if it weren’t so inconvenient.”

“It doesn’t matter anyway. In a few days I’ll be gone and she’ll never have to deal with me again.”

“Do you really think she wants that?” Tyrion refilled his glass, opening another bottle of wine. “I’ve been thinking about this and…I may have found a solution.”

This should be good. “And what kind of solution were you thinking of?”

“A marriage.” 

It was Jon’s turn to choke on his drink. “What?” 

“It makes perfect sense; you’ll both have to marry at some point, and if I know my history correctly the Starks don’t have the same propensity for marrying siblings that the Targaryens do. You’ll both keep your crowns and combine your forces.”

For just a second he allowed himself to entertain the idea. “I don’t-”

Tyrion shrugged. “It’s just a suggestion. But it may give you what you’re looking for-and a little more besides.” 

“That’s not a decision I can make now, without consulting my advisors.”

“Will you have the time to talk to them?”

He took another drink. Using my own words against me? Clever. He forced himself to stand, even as the ceiling swung in ever widening circles around him. “This has been a lovely evening, gentlemen, but I’m afraid I have to go.” 

“Are you sure? I still have another bottle-”

To Jon’s surprise, Grey Worm stood up as well-and if he was drunk, he didn’t show it. “I should go as well. Thank you, Lord Tyrion.”

Jon managed to leave the room without staggering too much-but once the door had safely closed behind them his legs almost gave out from under him and he found himself gripping Grey Worm’s shoulder until he caught his balance. 

The Unsullied looked more surprised than upset. “Are you sure you’re all right, Lord Snow?”

“For the moment.” He knew he wouldn’t be in the morning, but that was still a long time away. “Good night.”

“Good night.” Grey Worm nodded to him once and walked away, his posture meticulously straight. 

Jon got lost on the way to his chambers and found himself in a part of the castle he didn’t recognize at all. He didn’t realize how late it was; the corridors were deserted and all of the servants had gone home for the night, so there was no one that he could have asked for help even if he’d wanted to. 

Thankfully, that also meant there was no one around to see him trying not to stagger around drunkenly and failing miserably. 

Finally he reached the door to his room and opened it carefully. He was practically ready to fall into bed; his shoes were halfway off and he was undoing the first few buttons on his shirt when he closed the door behind him and realized that his bedroom had changed-and he wasn’t alone. 

The room was dominated by a heavy wooden bed, covered in black and red sheets. A desk rested against one wall, and a table under the window held a miniature version of the armies map in the war room. At least, that was what he could make out in the darkness-until there was a rustling from the bed and someone lit a candle, throwing the face of the Dragon Queen into shadow. She was so confused that Jon almost found it funny. “Lord Snow?” 

“Your Grace? What are you doing in my chambers?”

She didn’t look upset-just very, very confused. “These aren’t your chambers, Lord Snow. They’re on the other side of the castle.” Ever so slowly, she got to her feet. Her hair was loose and flowing around her shoulders and she wore a nightgown that seemed lighter than air; she reminded him of one of the wood spirits Old Nan had always told stories about, made of air and sunlight and impossible for mortal men to touch. “Are you all right?”

“Yes, I’m fine. Must have just gotten turned around, that’s all.” He turned towards the door-and practically tripped over her boots, which seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. 

She rushed to his side and grabbed his arm, as if to keep him from falling (she was stronger than she looked). “Are you drunk?”

“…No.”

She rolled her eyes. “I can smell the wine on your breath.”

“It was only a glass or two.”

She shook her head. “Believe me, if you’d only had a glass or two you’d already be in your own bed, asleep-”

“Lord Tyrion said I should marry you.” He didn’t know why the words came out. They just did, and there was nothing he could do to stop them. 

For a moment, Dany looked at him like he was out of his mind entirely. “He said what?” 

“It’s a strategic match; the North still has their king, and you have all of the Seven Kingdoms.”

“All right…well, what do you think about it?”

“I don’t know.” He knew that what he was thinking at the moment was that he wanted to tear off her nightdress, but he didn’t think she’d appreciate that. “I should speak to Davos about it first.”

“That’s a good idea-and perhaps you should wait until you’re sober.” She turned to go to bed and he knew, rationally, that he should leave-he’d already made a big enough fool of himself for one night. 

But the words came out anyway. “You’re very beautiful.”

She stopped in her tracks and turned back to him. Her expression was inscrutable-and he was fairly sure it wasn’t just because of the wine. “I…thank you.” She sounded uncertain, almost worried, as if it had been the last thing she was expecting him to say. 

The alcohol dulled his senses and made him bold. He took a step forward before he could think better of it, before he could talk himself down from it, easily closing the distance between them. She looked at him carefully, questioningly-and he kissed her before he could think better of it, before the alcohol would wear off enough for him to realize what a very bad thing this was and how much he would regret it later. 

Kissing her was everything he’d thought it would be and more, the few times he’d allowed himself to imagine it. Her mouth was soft and warm and tasted of salt air and open sea, and a distant smoky and charred scent that he could only imagine was dragonfire. Their lips moved together and he’d found they had moved closer together as well until there was no space between them at all and he brought his hand up to cup her cheek, stroking her fair skin. 

When she stepped away, his head was whirling-but reality came back to him in a sudden, savage rush. 

Neither of them knew what to say, and the distance that had once seemed nonexistent now seemed impassable. Her eyes were guarded, her expression unreadable. 

“I’m sorry, your Grace. Good night.” He left the room with as much composure as he could muster and ran like hell as soon as the door closed behind him, as if he could somehow outrun the weight of his mistake-only to double back, open the door, and say (as if to seal his fate) “I love you.”


“That must have been some heavy wine last night, Lord Snow.”

There was a joking tone in the Queen’s voice and he couldn’t understand why. Yes, he’d been drinking the night before…but he hadn’t thought it was that obvious. He’d had a wicked hangover and had vomited twice in the early morning, but now he was feeling if not completely normal then at least halfway there. “Really? What gave it away?”

Her eyes dimmed. He’d never really seen the light leave someone’s eyes, had never really known what that expression meant…but he did now. “You don’t remember,” she said coldly, almost imperiously, “coming into my chambers at quite an ungodly hour insisting they were your own? And then kissing me?”

He went cold all over. That couldn’t be right. First of all, he would never do something like that and never put himself in such a position. And he would remember…that if he’d actually done it. 

But the more he thought about it, the more he scoured his memory, the more he thought he remembered it-a room lit only by a single candle, her cheek in his hand, her lips on his, and the look in her eyes when he’d left the room, as if he’d finally managed to do something that surprised her. Seven hells. “Your Grace, I’m very sorry about any impropriety-”

“Don’t apologize.” She looked almost amused, even though he wasn’t amused in the slightest. Gods, this could ruin him. “You were quite drunk. No one else needs to know, as far as I can tell. An honest mistake. Although, it was quite enjoyable.” She walked back to break her fast with Missandei, and Jon saw the Queen’s closest advisor sneak a glance at him as if to make sure he was behaving himself. If only you knew. 

Seven hells, Jon. He attacked his plate of roast sausage in silence. 

He only looked up once to see Tyrion looking at him from the other side of the table. And he could have sworn he was smiling, as if he somehow knew all about what had transpired the night before. 

heartbeat

◇ Taeil begins to get more protective, and you have no idea why.

◇ Taeil x reader

◇ vampire!au

◇ requested by anon; mate vamp au with NCT taeil?

◇ asdfghjkl for some reason I’m not that happy with this one… Taeil is so hard to write for!! I hope this is enjoyable anyway!

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It wasn’t often that you’d have the pleasure of waking up next to Moon Taeil — and that’s the first sign that something’s off.

He usually awoke in the very early hours of the morning to begin business with his brothers (he was very fond of the whole early bird catches the best worm phrase, too), the only trace of his existence the ghost of a kiss on your forehead and — normally — a note explaining his absence and wishing you a wonderful day.

You weren’t sure what made this day different than any other, but when your eyes opened at 8AM Taeil was still laying behind you — and fully awake, too.

“Taeil?” You murmur in disbelief, eyes groggy and voice murky with sleep. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, taking in how he had his arms around your form, a hand laying on your stomach — he never usually spooned you, he much preferred having you lay on his chest.

You brush that minor detail off, rolling over to face him. He smiles in greeting, brushing his thumb over your cheek fondly. “You’re… still here?”

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“Protecting” you

A/N: Hi guys! I might do a part 2 if i get enough feedback! :)

Also sorry for any mistakes, english isn’t my first language.

Summary: Peter wants to break up because he is sure that’s the only way he can protect you. 

Words: 842

Hope you like it! x

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You just couldn’t believe your own ears.

“Are you serious right now, Peter? That “ohh I’m trying to protect you so I’m breaking up with you” thing is old now! Stop quoting some stupid books or movies because this thing never works out and you know it!” He just closed his eyes, taking a big breath. God, he loved you with all of his heart. He would do anything for you. And right now his heart was breaking into pieces as was yours, causing as much pain. But he believed he was doing the right thing. By keeping you at distance he was keeping you safe, right?

“I’m sorry, I’ve already made up my mind!” he said clearly as he opened the door to his flat. Luckily, Aunt May was still at work so she doesn’t have to witness this ridiculous situation. You slammed the door and walked over to the counter as Peter took milk from the fridge. You were fuming. You were facing each other, your hands on the counter as he was casually drinking the cold milk.

“Peter, you can’t make a decision for me. We had started dating before all of this madness happened and I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have stayed if I didn’t feel safe with you!” You were desperately trying to get it through his head that you were well aware of all the consequences but he seemed to not be listening.

“Listen to me, Parker!” He saw your expression and honestly, he didn’t want to do this anymore. He wanted to admit he was wrong and move on but he knew he shouldn’t. You were risking your life by dating him and he just couldn’t let you get hurt. So he cleared his throat, straightened his posture and put a new mask on his face. One, that would make you want to leave him. “It’s not like we were ever going to last long, though.” You watched him say this sentence so confidentially, without any show of pain or hurt. And that really hurt you. Suddenly, you felt tears running down your cheeks as your heart broke in half.

“Oh, really? Wish you would tell me that 2 fucking years ago before we even started, asshole! We’re done, Peter! For good.” You managed to say, your voice breaking every few seconds. And he was suddenly regretting that, not because he felt like his heart was actually broken, because he saw how much he hurt you as you said your last words before grabbing your backpack from the counter and storming out of the flat. He was so mad at himself. So damn mad. But it was better this way. You will move on soon and you will be safer than you would ever be with him. He grabbed the bottle of milk and smashed it on the floor. It didn’t make him feel any better. He was trying to push his thoughts away, he needed to find something to occupy his mind or else he would go after you to apologise and ask to take him back. He was going to his room with his chest rising and falling quickly and when he opened the door to his room he was met with a few pairs of eyes looking at him.

“Wha-what are you doing here?” He tried to play it cool, managed to fake a little smile. Nat, Clint and Wanda were sitting on his bed, Tony was holding some things that Peter had left on his desk, while Steve and Bucky were standing in the centre of the room. But they didn’t answer his question and he could read their faces.

“Um, how long have you be-i mean, have you guys, um-”, he was making gestures with his hand while the other one was scratching his neck, “-heard everything from over there or…” The thought of what was going on only minutes before was making him feel sick.

“Yeah. What the hell was that about?” Tony answered for everyone, earning a glare from Nat and Steve. Peter rubbed his hands together which were incredibly sweaty and looked at the floor. “Why are you here, anyway?” Ignoring Stark’s question he tried to change the subject. He definitely wasn’t discussing his relationship problems with them.

“We were going to take you with us on a mission but I don’t know if you should go now…” Nat started slowly, looking at Steve to back her up. Before he could add something Peter spoke, “Why? I’m okay, just let me grab my suit and we can go.” Everyone could see that he was just pretending but they knew they actually needed him for this mission and it couldn’t wait.

“Alright, kid. Suit up, we’ll be waiting at the roof.” And then they left him alone, he took out his suit and laid it on the bed. His face was in his hands and he exhaled loudly. It was supposed to be a good decision, yet he felt like he made the biggest mistake in his life.

Dog Breath

Prompt:  Hello can I get an imagine where young Sirius has feelings for the reader and they reciprocate it but both are too shy to say it so they’re all sarcastic and snarky then tries to get each other jealous then boom sudden confession? Hehe

Prompt:  Hi would I be able to request a Sirius black imagine where reader and Sirius have an argument blow up infront of the the rest of the marauders (like in their dorm) and involves a lot of shouting

A/N: Thought these would tie in quite nicely!

Young!Sirius x Reader

Warnings: Shouting, arguments, mentions of sick (though not the physical action)

Not proof read or edited

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You could tell it wasn’t going to be a good day. The lighthearted feud between  you and Sirius started earlier than usual. All you did was sit at the dining table for breakfast. Well, okay. that’s technically not all you did. You didn’t know it at the time but you had declared war.

“Well don’t you look chipper this morning.” Sirius smirked and took a swig of pumpkin juice.

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Engraved pt. 10

Masterpost
<– Engraved 9 | (<– Crowned 1) | Engraved 11 –>

Short: You’re a tattoo artist for a gang known as EXO who own a club down town. (read synopsis at masterpost)
Words: 8161 (sorrynotsorry)
Warnings: Angst. fainting, sexual innuendo…guns, bruises, wounds.
Pairings: D.O. x Reader, slight Kai X Reader, slight Chen X Reader
A/N: A little happy trip present from me to you @oh-beyond enjoy ;) pup, new girl, all the good things. Guys let me know what you think ;) feedback much appreciated.

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Your pov

“So.” Baekhyun started as you walked into the room with a beer, a bottle of diet coke and a hot tray of nachos. “You fucking the hitman?”
You didn’t reply, as you sat the tray down, places his beer in front of him and took a sip of your diet coke.
“You’re going to ignore me all night?”
No reply, you just reached for the nachos and pulled one of, stringy cheese trailing behind and revealing salsa underneath.
“Angel, humour me. Don’t be like this.”
“You gonna be an annoying little shit all night, I ain’t going to talk to you,” you said, but you had a smile on your face so he probably knew you were playing.
He took his own nachos, and the crunching was loud in the room. “Before you nag I’ll turn on the music.”
“I’m not getting a headset?” you pouted, actually very disappointed, you were sort of looking forwards to it.
He shook his head. “Nope, this is not some chat line.”
“As if you and Chanyeol don’t discuss girls on the floor to have a threesome with,” you bit, facing the screen and taking some more nachos. 

Originally posted by sebaeked

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Suggestions for Foreign Language Base Vocabulary

this is all from Polyglot: How I Learn Languages by Kató Lomb. 

Let me include a short list of words you will need if you want to make contact with someone who doesn’t speak your mother tongue:

  • Contact-making words – Hello. Excuse me? Thank you. Please. I’m sorry. Good morning, good afternoon, good evening. Good-bye.
  • Ready-made formulas –  I’m from the U.S. I don’t speak… Do you speak…? Please say it again. Slower please. Where is…?
  • Pronouns – I. You. Whose? Mine, yours… Who? What? This, that.
  • Adverbs of place, time, etc. – Here. There. Where? To the right. To the left. Straight on. Already. Yet. Still. Now. When? How many? How much? Many, much, few, little, more.
  • Auxiliary words – Have to, must. May. Can. I’d like… Why? Because…
  • Inflected forms of “to be” and “to have” – [Language dependent]
  • Numbers (and dates)*–  From one till ten, till a hundred. Days of the week, names of the months. Today, tomorrow, etc.
  • Important verbs – Leave. Arrive. Come, go. Start, finish. Eat, drink, look for, find, buy, get on, get off, have, know.
  • Nouns – It is a difficult question as their priority depends on the situation. For a tourist: room, bed, bathroom. In a restaurant: soup, bread, meat, water, beer, pasta. If you have some money for shopping, you don’t have to do anything but point. You will be understood.
  • Adjectives in the positive and comparative degree –  Big, small. Cheap, expensive. Hot, cold. Good, bad.

This list, of course, can be extended and reduced at will. You can also play with it by checking how many forms you can instantly express in their foreign equivalents.

Unfortunately, there are a host of expressions that play a greater role in making you fluent than verbs, nouns, adjectives, and all other “responsible” word-classes. I call them filler words because their common property is that they don’t change the essence of a sentence, they only supplement it. Such filler words are quite, obviously, rather, of course, well, in fact, though, mostly, certainly, instead, a lot, still, anyway, etc. It is not easy to memorize them because there are no objective concepts attached to them, yet I recommend learning them with all my heart.

Since we are discussing filler words, let’s not forget filling clauses, either. These are usually sentence-launching expressions, not even bricks of the building of language but in fact ready-made slabs of it. They can be carried to the spot in prefabricated forms and plastered in immediately. Their great advantage is that they provide transitions between banal discourse and important discourse. In addition, they allow time to recall expressions that have sunk deep into your memory and to strike the tuning fork, which I have mentioned several times.


*originally this category was just “Numbers”, the (and dates) is my addition for clarity 

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Damon x Fem!Reader

Requested By @wonderfullifeofisabella






Damon sighed as he slumped down on Alaric’s sofa, the look on his face had the hunter contemplating whether he should move just to keep, the many issues his friendship with the oldest Salvatore caused, at bay.

 


“(Y/N)’s going to leave me.” The vampire sighed.



 

“Don’t be stupid Damon that girls crushed on you for years and you love her more than… well I’d have thought you could, not that I was aware you had feelings.” Alaric smiled when Damon glared at him before quickly continuing.

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Five in the Morning- Angelica Schuyler X Reader

Once I started reading, that’s all I was doing for the night. It didn’t matter that I had set several alarms throughout the night to try and get me to periodically take a break and maybe go to sleep because I knew once I opened the book that it would be one of those nights. I felt my eyes begin to close to my annoyance and I forced them to stay open so I could continue reading again. A satisfied feeling sat in my stomach as I watched the right stack of pages grow smaller and smaller until… finished. I closed the book, smiling a bit before realizing that it must’ve been at least a couple of hours. I groaned, turning over in my bed and I squinted at the window, seeing light coming through curtains.

Shit how long was I up for? I wondered and I saw my phone lying on the floor, discarded along with a charger cord and headphones. I reached over to grab it, nearly falling over the side in the process. The digital clock read 5:09 am and I set my phone down on the bed and I sat up and approached the curtains wearily, knowing that if I did this now, I wasn’t getting any sleep this morning. I opened them up, the first rays of sunlight filling my room and illuminating the sky in beautiful colors. I frowned a bit, knowing that I was going to hate myself later for not getting any sleep.
I absentmindedly began to play games, sending requests to my friends and not thinking anything of it before putting my phone back down, realizing that it was at three percent. I began to walk to my kitchen when I heard my phone buzz and I frowned, wondering who in their right mind would be up at this time. I picked my phone up and I stared at the name on my phone.

The Sassiest Schuyler Sister: wth are you sending me candy crush requests at five in the morning

I opened my phone and I opened Messages, staring at the screen before typing quickly.

Me: why aren’t you sending me candy crush requests at five in the morning

I exited our conversation and went over to mine and Lafayette’s conversation.

Me: please play candy crush

I knew he would be up, considering he always was at this ungodly hour.

French Fry:why are you up already? have i been sucked into an alternate universe in which you *gasp* get up early?

Me: i may or may not have started a good book last night

Me: therefore causing sleep to become unimportant

French Fry: i’m out getting caffeinated drinks right now, i’ll be at your apartment in ten.

Me: bless.

I smiled a bit and I exited our conversation and went into Angelica and mines conversation, seeing that she had left a new message.

The Sassiest Schuyler Sister: guessing you found a good book last night so that’s why you are still up

Me: no i am just really passionate and dedicated about candy crush

I smiled as I sent the message, knowing that she would either be shaking her head or laughing, or possibly both at the same time.
Someone knocked loudly on my front door.

“My slightly insane friend, I’ve brought offerings!” Lafayette practically yelled and I laughed a bit before running out of my bedroom and opening the door to let Lafayette into my apartment. He was holding five cups and I took the one he handed me gratefully. He set everything down on the table and looked at me seriously. “You look tired.”

“Thanks I try.” I rolled my eyes at him and he grinned, rubbing my hair and messing it up. I looked at him, raising an eyebrow at the remaining four coffees.

“Are you going to drink all four of those?” I asked him and he grinned.

“Ah, no. They are for Laurens, Hercules and Hamilton. And me of course.” He told me and smirked slightly at my caffeinated beverage, which I began to eye suspiously.

“Laf what did you do?”

“Nothing?” He tried and failed miserably to look innocently at me. I shook my head and I continued to inspect the cup. On the part where you’re supposed to write the persons name, he had requested the barista to write ‘date angelica’. I felt my cheeks turn red and I looked at Lafayette, who was choking on his coffee with laughter.

“I may be tired but I can still kill you.”

“I believe you but if you are in jail then how are you going to see Angelica?” He teased and I punched him without force.

“Okay but don’t you see what I see in her?” I asked him, looking at him as if he is crazy. He smirked and looked at me.

“No but please do tell.”

“Laf she is… amazing. I mean have you seen her smile…? Have you seen the way she looks when she is thinking about something? She is amazing. Her mind is extraordinary and she gets so silly when no one else is around. And her eyes! Her eyes light up every single time she reads something amazing and she starts saying the words out loud when she is reading! And…” I noticed I was staring off and when I turned back to Lafayette, he was smiling. Not smirking or snickering but smiling, genuinely excited.

“Y/N, I think you love her.” He said, his smile soft.

“I-”

“Have you heard yourself talk about her?”

“I mean yes but… I don’t think she loves me in that way. I’m her best friend.”

“And so you’re just going to stand to the side?” He asked and I nodded.

“That was the plan, yes.”

“God you’re worse than Burr. Just kidding.”

“No you’re right. At least Theodosia and Burr are dating. He told her and I’m just waiting for Angelica.”

“You just don’t know how to tell her and that’s alright. Just take your time.” I heard a knock on my door and I moved towards the door and opened it, not expecting to see Angelica. When she saw me, a relieved smile until she studied me closely. Her smile reflected her concern and she grew more worried.

“You look exhausted. Lafayette, get back to the boys and please don’t give them caffeine.” She said, crossing her arms. Lafayette held his hands up in surrender and he smiled a bit before he grabbed the cup holder containing the coffee and he left, hugging me before he did. Angelica watched him leave and she hugged me after he did. I relaxed into her touch. She backed away and looked at me.

“You really need to sleep more.” She whispered and I shook my head.

“I’m not tired.”

“Look me in the eye and tell me that you aren’t tired.” She countered and I laughed.

“Okay okay you caught me. But I am going to make breakfast or something first.” I protested and she shook her head.

“You are going to end up burning your apartment down. I’ll make some just go to sleep, alright?”

“But-”

“You are desperately in need of sleep. I’ll wake you up in several hours.”

“Promise?”

“Of course. Now have a good sleep, Y/N.” She smiled and headed into my kitchen and I went into my bedroom, closing the curtains and I plopped down into my bed and passed out almost instantly.
Several hours later, I felt someone shaking me gently from sleep.

“It’s too early.” I groaned.

“It’s noon. I figured that seven hours of sleep would hopefully be enough for you.” Angelica said, a joking tone in her voice.

“What did you do for seven hours?”

“Cooked pancakes for you and read a book. I must say that Lafayette has an amazing nickname for you, on that cup.” She added and I sprung up, looking at her.

“Oh sh-”

“I feel the same way, if it’s any consolation.” She smiled and grabbed my hand.

“It is.” I smiled back and she leaned over and kissed me gently.

You’re Brew-tiful

Read it here on ao3!

Rating: G

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Asui Tsuyu/Uraraka Ochako (mentioned)

Word Count: 3,039

Summary: Modern!AU, Coffeeshop!AU, First Meetings


Midoriya puts on his best smile and clears his throat. “Your large mocha with extra ice, sir! That’ll be 500 yen!”

The man –no, boy, he is probably his age- snaps out of his inspection and raises his head, flashing the most striking eyes Midoriya has ever seen.


This post got me thinking about Midoriya as a barista (and a vet student, which is coincidentally what I want to be) so, here. It ended up shorter than I expected, but I am probably going to turn this into a series…not sure, we’ll see.

@allaboutshouto i was the anon that asked about that post, really hope you enjoy this! (I know, it’s a bit late, but life kinda got in the way, sorry!)

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He Needs The Attitude Adjustment

In hopes of making up for the long wait of that last one, I managed to get my next prompt written already! This one was actually difficult when it came to deciding the ending, but I decided to leave it a little open-ended in case I wanted to come back to it. ALL feedback always appreciated. Thanks for reading! xx

Prompt: May I request a fic where the OC is an SVU detective but she and Barba are in a secret relationship but one day someone (is in you hands who) starts flirting with her and Barba is really jealous but tries to hide it because the squad is already suspecting about them? Please 🙏🏼🙏🏼. You’re amazing and I LOVE everything you write. Seriously, you’re incredible ❤️❤️.

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Truth or dare

Requested imagine where you’re best friends with Tyler and have a massive crush on Josh. Tyler and Jenna tease you guys about liking each other, and they eventually confess their love to each other. 

Had a lot of fun writing this one, so enjoy! Next one on here will be a smut, ha!


It was when Josh was dating Debby that your true feelings for him came out. Jenna picked up on it the first time the five of you hung out together. It made you feel incredibly uncomfortable. Like you were third wheeling on their double dates. Eventually, you’d started declining their invites.

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(maybe) i’ll get drunk

prompt: would i be able to request a fic abt going on a night out w fionnley and some mates and the both of you having a few too many and being all giGGLY and handsy and making everyone pretend to vom but you don’t care  bc you’re so in love and then sharing so so many sloppy kisses in the taxi on the way home im sad omg
             
author’s note: wow hello! I’m not dead! I know it’s been a hot second, sadly life got in the way. I’m going to try my absolute best to not disappear like that again and actually keep y’all updated on what’s going on and try to write whenever I can, even if it’s just little blurbs! With that being said, I got this request today and felt the urge to write for the first time in a couple of weeks! It’s short, but I hope you enjoy anyway! thanks to everyone for sticking around xx

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SNAPSHOT META: 1x01 - PILOT

I’m rewatching the entire series over the summer - not only because my memory bank is in dire need of refreshing, but because what else are we supposed to do during hellatus? Meet up with friends, go to the park, enjoy the sunshine? *snorts with derision* (okay I’ll be doing that too) (I’m not staying in all summer watching SPN and writing meta) (*shiftiest eyes*) I wanted to do this as part of this awesomeness and will attempt to catch up. If I can’t: *shrug* What can I say? Real Life and all that. Yes, friends in the park with sunshine. (be honest) I work. A lot. Of the hours.

But to make it up to you, I’ve planned THIS

Originally posted by justalittletumblweed

No, I’m not going to dress up as Marilyn Monroe and come to your house and shower you with champagne. (or am I?)  No, don’t be silly - I can’t do that! Instead, I’m going to encourage you all to drink! By introducing the Spectacular and Penultimate and so very Necessary Drinking Game. (*SPNDG for short) For those who do not partake of the alcohol or for those of you who are underage there will be soda pops involved. (considering how much I curse I sincerely hope each and every one of you are of age)

You with me here? AWESOME! This will be us come end of summer:

Originally posted by dailyhappylife

Though possibly not quite so fishy… Either way, we’ll be ready for S13, peeps!

So, I had this ambition to do this Snapshot Commentary thing for each episode, getting through one or two a day. This post has taken me four days, the hours I’ve had to invest interspersed unevenly at best, and @margarittet was nice enough to do the maths - my ambition would take me over two years to fulfil at this pace. Yah. And as I lack a Time-Turner (god I wish I had one WHY JK ROWLING??) I may just have to watch the series as planned and write meta on the episodes that stand out as deeper narrative beats, both plot and character wise. Fuck. I already know there are so many of them. But I’m excited to get started! Writing this meta has been so much fun and I hope you’ll enjoy it.

I know I’m probably repeating stuff someone else has already said, but do you know what, I haven’t gotten to say it, so I’m saying it for myself now. Keep a lookout for them drinking prompts, because that means fun times up ahead, and don’t forget to drink responsibly. (remember nesnej) (oh god we’re all gonna get sloshed) (or very, very high on sugar)

Here we go!

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Drunk

AN\: lol it’s been literally forever. Oops. Anyway, I wrote this. So here you go. Let me know what you think! I take requests!!,,, unless ur request is like lame and I dont feel like it idk. Luv u all <3

Pairing: Dylan Sprayberry x reader ((sorry I don’t like putting in (Y/N) so I just put in Zoe okay))

Word count: 1,754

Warnings: na

Originally posted by tvd-tw-ships


I walk through the automatic doors and am greeted with an onslaught of people rushing in every direction, knocking into one another and looking frantic. I look side to side, trying to figure out where to find it in this mess of bodies. I see the produce aisle and start heading towards it. A lady in front of me spills popcorn everywhere. I keep walking, picking up my speed now, and bumping into people passing by. Suddenly, alarms start going off and sprinklers from the tall ceilings go off. People are yelling now and rush to the exit. But I’ve only got one thing on my mind and I’m not leaving here without it. I toss the hood of my sweatshirt up over my already soaked hair and stick my elbows out to plow past the people blocking my way. Suddenly, I see them.

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OH MY GOD THIS SHOOK ME.

So let’s take a look at this. I already saw someone explain this but basically, Mephi is planning to get some alcohol and Shura seems to agree 110%(Lewin slapping his forehead…?). 

When I looked forward, I saw something that made me catch my breath. Now, it may not be a big deal but I feel like stuff like this takes YEARS to happen, especially with these people.

Three people are starting to drink and they’ve already done the thing with their glasses. Do you see where I’m going with this?? It’s definitely not the students because none of the students have short sleeves. But guess who does?

Now, who is the one with dark sleeves? It could be Rin… But he’s underage. And he’s wearing a checkered shirt. So that leaves…

Yes, yes… It’s not dark but that’s because he’s wearing a coat. If you go back to the first picture, you can see that he’s taken off his coat and his sleeves are dark. So now, there is one more left. Now, I kind of had a hard time with figuring out who the third one is. I can’t see the sleeves or anything that would hint towards a certain character. So I naturally assumed it was:

Here is what I based this out of. There are only three people behind Ryuji, Shima, and Koneko. It’s Mephisto Lewin and Shura. Since I’ve already found out Shura and Lewin, the other one has to be Mephisto. He’s the one who planned the drinks after all. So there it is guys… The three most unexpected people getting drunk together happily. Wow.

What Are You? Chp. 7

~Pairings~ Taehyung x Reader x Jungkook

~Angst/Fluff/Smut~

~Wolf Au/Vampire Au~

~Masterlist~

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A/N~ Ya’ll don’t be shy and tell me your opinions on this!! And thanks to everyone who is supporting this so far!! <3

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You had fallen asleep in the car ride home and Taehyung was left alone to carry you upstairs into the large apartment. He wasn’t entirely surprised since you were still healing and maybe it was risky of him to take you out. Yet he knew you were feeling restless since you were trapped inside all day and it was totally worth it for him to see you smile and laugh at the amusement park.

Just what are you doing to me Y/N? He thought as he layed you down on your bed. He was about to leave when your hand grabbed his.

“Please, stay. I don’t want to be alone” You murmured, your eyelids barely opening as they were weighed down by the need to sleep. Taehyung complied as he crawled under the covers with you and you snuggled up against him.

It was the first time in a very, very, long time that Kim Taehyung had actually just slept in a bed with a girl rather than having sex with her before. It was also the first time in a very, very, long time that Kim Taehyung slept blissfully.

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“Jungkook-ah, go wake up Taehyung and tell him that if he doesn’t get ready in 10 minutes I’m taking his car and leaving his sorry ass to walk to work” Jimin told Jungkook as Jimin began to eat his breakfast. The others had already left and Jimin’s car was dropped of at a car garage to have some work done on his engine.

Jungkook poked his head into Taehyung’s room only to find it empty and he wondered if Taehyung had already left. He took out his phone to call Taehyung, only to be surprised to hear the ring, but not through the receiver. He went through the bathroom and there was a sinking feeling in his chest as he entered your room and saw you and Taehyung peacefully sleeping while holding each other.

You and Taehyung both woke up to the sound of his phone ringing and to the sight of Jungkook whose face was pale.

You and Taehyung looked at each other and then looked at Jungkook before finally you both saying at the same time “It’s not what you think!”

Yet it was too late as Jungkook sprinted out past a confused Jimin.

“What was that about?” Jimin asked as you and Taehyung took a seat with him to have breakfast. At this point you were feeling very energetic and your wounds were completely healed, thanks to Jin and the part vampire DNA that you had.

“He saw me and Taehyung sleeping together-and no not like that- and now I feel extremely bad” You said, the pain and guilt on your face could be easily discerned without you even mentioning it.

“Aren’t you going to go talk to him then?” Jimin asked.

“We’ll give him time to cool off…” you said, knowing that it would just be 10 times worse if you tried to talk to an angry Jungkook.

“Well that’s understandable,” Jimin nodded. “Well I’m off to work, don’t want to piss off the married couple if I’m late” Jimin said as he left.

“Married couple?” You asked Taehyung.

“Hmm? Oh he means Namjoon and Jin hyung” Taehyung said stuffing his face with toast.

“Wait, they’re married?!” you asked in shock.

“Yea, they’re mates, why? Does that bother you?” Taehyung asked, looking at the shocked expression on your face.

“No, I mean it’s great that they love each other but I just never got that vibe from them or I’ve never seen them hold hands or do anything” You said.

“They’re both shy about PDA, but behind close doors I’m sure they’re wild. Thank god all of our bedrooms are soundproof.” Taehyung said, and suddenly that thought about Namjoon pushing harder made a lot more sense.

“Why are you turning red?” Taehyung questioned.

“I think I heard Jin accidently think things I didn’t really want to know” You explained. “So has anyone else mated?” You asked, not wanting to be surprised later on. Taehyung’s eyes became sad for a bit, but you were looking for something to eat so you failed to notice.

“Yea Jimin-Hyung is mated with this wolf named Sarah but she’s going on this internship thing in Italy for like 3 months soon so they’re going to get married once she gets back” Taehyung explained. “As for Yoongi-Hyung, I’m pretty sure he’s in love with Hoseok but neither of them have mated yet and obviously neither has Jungkook. It’s getting harder for everyone to find mates though, there aren’t as many werewolves as before and as you know, Vampires and Werewolves lost abilities to turn others after the World Wars. So our only choice nowadays is to procreate with our own kind.”

“So I’m guessing you don’t have a mate either right?” You asked, not knowing if it would be worse that he has one or worse that he would eventually have one.

“I did, but not anymore” he said expressionless, but you could tell that he was still hurt.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to” you said, after all who were you to him that he would spill his secrets.

“No it’s okay, it was decades ago anyways. Her name was Jennie and she was Jin’s sister. We were mates for about 5 years. We didn’t rush to get married because we thought we had decades ahead of us, but we were obviously wrong. Jennie, like Jin, could heal people and sometimes that would happen where siblings could share the same power”

He paused for a bit before taking a deep breath and continuing, his face was pale.

“So Jennie wished to go to the war camps and use her gifts to heal people, but the one she was at was bombarded. Her death was so sudden and I could feel it through the bond too, one minute I was perfectly fine and the next I felt like someone was ripping out my insides. It had felt has if someone had opened me up and took a part of me out, and I’ve been trying so hard to find it again”

He had a sullen expression on his face, the playful tease that was Kim Taehyung was nowhere to be seen. You went to him and put your arms around his torso, hugging him from the back.

“I’m not even sad anymore, I know Jennie would have wanted to move one and we all mourned for her for a long time. And I know what you’re thinking, then why are you like this? Why am I still in pain if I’m not sad over her loss anymore?” You nodded your head against his back, letting him pour out his heart rather than interrupt him.

“It was because she was everything to me, and when we mated, all of my emotions were enhanced simply for her and by her. So ever since she died, since, since the bond broke, I haven’t been able to feel again. At least not to that extent, a love with roots so deep that even when you cut it down, it would still grow back no matter what. So no I’m not a playboy because I enjoy breaking hearts,” He pulled you into a hug and his face leaned into the crook of your neck.

“I’m just trying to feel something again, or at least I was, until I met you” Taehyung said softly. You were still holding onto him and it was that last part that took you by surprise.

“What do you mean?” You asked, equally confused. You pulled away from him, looking straight into his dark eyes. You didn’t know much about werewolves to begin with, so maybe it was another werewolf thing? You couldn’t get your hopes up too high for the fluttering things inside your stomach.

“It was that night when you drank my blood, and then we kissed. It was as if there was a fire in me and all these feelings started stirring like never before. At first I was so confused, I hadn’t felt these things in such a long time but I know that I like you, and I know maybe it’s too soon to say that I love you, so please, give me a chance” He begged you, his eyes that seemed too desperate. You could easily play along, but it didn’t seem right to hurt him and you along in the process, he had been too hurt for too long, and perhaps it would be better if you hurt him now than later. Because a werewolf and a dhampir couldn’t be together, it just wasn’t the way things worked.

“Taehyung, those emotions aren’t real emotions. As much as I’m human, I’m also a vampire, meaning when I drink you blood I’m intoxicating you. My fangs are poison and the chemicals that entered you just made you feel that way” you explained, but at this point you weren’t sure if you were trying to convince him or trying to convince yourself.

“Y/N, I know all that stuff but please, you have to believe me when I say that it’s not the chemicals.” Taehyung begged you, tears forming again.

“No, you’re just deluding both you and me, let’s stop this now before it’s too late and both of us get hurt” and with that you left him as you made your way out from the apartment, and because your back was to him, he didn’t notice the silent tears that fell down your face like a waterfall. Yes you lied to yourself, this is definitely the best for both of you. Because you may not have known Kim Taehyung for long, but it felt as if you’d already spent centuries together.

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You traced Jungkook’s scent to a nearby cafe thanks to your vampiric abilities. He seemed entirely to focused on drinking an orange colored drink as you took a seat across from him as he didn’t even bother to look up.

“I don’t know where to really start Jungkook-ah,” You said because in reality you didn’t. You never imagined that you would be put in this type of situation. Jungkook still continued to ignore you, giving his undivided attention to the drink in front of him.

“I guess I’ll start with an apology. I’m very sorry Jungkook that I hurt you like that, especially since you told me how you felt a few days ago. But Jungkook, you know as much as I know that we will never be a thing. We can’t be a thing because somewhere out there, you have a mate. We don’t know who she is but you’ll find her one day. Also Taehyung and I aren’t a thing, we arn’t together like that” You told him.

“I don’t really care about mates and stuff and I don’t care about the future! All I know is that I like you Noona, a lot! Besides we don’t know for sure if my mate is out there. Or who knows when I’ll meet my mate. Yoongi-hyung is a hundred years old and still doesn’t have one! So why are you so worried about the future and trying to live up to that when you can try enjoying the present?!” Jungkook exclaimed and you knew he had a good point.

“It’s because you like him isn’t it?” Jungkook said softly.

“I guess so,” you sighed, there was no point in lying to him, he deserved at least this much.  “So I know exactly how you’re feeling too Jungkook-ah”

“No you don’t, because the person you like at least likes you back” He bluntly stated.

“But it’s not exactly going to work now is it?!. He’s had a mate Jungkook, he’s never going to love me like the way he loved her!” You shouted at Jungkook in frustration.

“Look, I’m sorry Jungkook for yelling, I didn’t mean to sound so harsh, but you and I both know it’s true.” You said a little bit more gently this time. You expected Jungkook to be mad but the younger boy was very understanding as he took both of your hands in his and squeezed them gently, comforting you and reminding you that it will be okay.

“Noona, the way Taehyung loved Jennie may have been very different, but it’s all in the past. And maybe a part of Taehyung still loves her, but that’s just the way life is. And yes you’re right, he will never love you the way he loved her because you both are two different people. And therefore you will be loved in different ways but to the same extent. You love, you hurt, and you learn. Hyung is still hurting, but if he’s willing to learn to love again, then I hope you will give him a chance. If it’s not me noona, then I’d rather it be hyung, he won’t ever give you anything less than what you deserve but rather will exceed your expectations”

You knew that Jungkook was right. That Taehyung may love you differently than the way he loved Jennie, but you knew deep down that he would love you equally. Your love with Taehyung wouldn’t be as deep as the roots like him and Jennie. No, your love would be like the one that surpassed the sky.