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Foreshadowing for Varian

Okay, so “Queen For A Day” got everyone going crazy, especially at the ending which is like totally understandable!

But like, as heartbreaking as it is to see that Varian most likely will become a villain (though I am hoping he would become more of an anti-hero or simply a villain for a moments time and not the entire series), I have also came to realized that Varian becoming villainous was actually foreshadowed.

Thank about it, when he was first introduced in “What the Hair?!” What did Cassandra say to Rapunzel about the rumors she had heard about Varian?

“Very little is known about Varian and what is, isn’t good. Some says he’s dangerous.”

Now I understand that this was all speculation and even Cassandra wasn’t imagining this supposed wizard was actually an adorable, clumsy and dorky 14 year old boy who has a thing for alchemy when she and Rapunzel went to find him in hopes of figuring out on what to do with Rapunzel‘a hair. And I get that him being dangerous was mostly on how some of Varian’s inventions tends to go haywire when he tries to use them and his overall usage of alchemy. But like, what if the mention of him being dangerous was a foreshadowing that Varian was going to become a danger to Rapunzel, Eugene and Cassandra?

Even the way Rapunzel and Cassandra first meets Varian, he came off as a little creepy because of the mask with glowing green/yellowish eyes he wore, and his deep and echoed like voice! Heck, his lab was all foggy and eerie looking too!

Like really, the more I think about it, the less shock I am about this future outlook with Varian’s character because regardless on whether he becomes a true villain or even goes more on the anti-hero route (which I’m still hoping for), it was clear that the intention of his character wasn’t to be there to help Rapunzel and company, but to eventually pose as a problem for them.

I mean, don’t get me wrong, I don’t think that Varian would stay as a villain for long. He may just end up being the villain for the rest of the season before becoming good again and honestly, I don’t blame him for going this direction either. He is hurting right now and acting out in grief, plus if his dad was the only other family member he had left, of course Varian is going to want to do whatever it takes to get him back. But at the same time, I can’t see him as the entire series villain. I mean it’s great that we are going to see more of him because that is what I had hoped for ever since his first appearance, but overall he just may be the villain for the rest of this season before hopefully becoming good again and finding a way to forgive Rapunzel and vice versa (because let’s face it, he is going to do some bad things towards them since he clearly does blame Rapunzel for not helping him even if she didn’t mean to disregard him).

But I hope that they can all be friends again in the end. However, until then all I can say is that Varian becoming a future villain honestly wasn’t much of a shock when looking back at the first episode. Calling him dangerous was intentional, and when looking at how Varian had also caused some sort of accident within his previous two appearances (What the Hair and Great Expectations, although the later wasn’t actually his fault), I also believe those were ways to display how dangerous this boy can be.

And imagine, those are simply accidents! If he can almost destroy his own village and Corona thanks to an accident, imagine what Varian can do when he wants to purposely hurt someone all because he wants vengeance’s? There is no doubt in my mind that Varian isn’t evil, because wanting vengeance isn’t saying that he will become evil. Being a villain doesn’t automatically mean that he is going to be evil now. But his heart is darkening because of this, and so he isn’t going to stay this clumsy and adorable kid who has a crush on Cassandra and who clearly admired and adored Rapunzel and Eugene.

No, Varian is now going to be someone who as he stated at the end of “Queen For A Day,” he will do whatever it takes to free his father. He doesn’t care who gets in his way, he isn’t going to let anyone stop him, especially those who influenced the pain he currently is feeling. I don’t know what Varian has planned and how he is going to go about it, seeing how he is with Rapunzel in the four week promos they aired for the next four episodes. But he clearly is planning on double crossing them or something along the lines of that and I am so ready for this. It’s going to hurt because I truly want Varian to be friends with them again, but oh man I am also excited to see what kind of villain Varian will be like!

But yeah, that is just some of my thoughts about the ending of this episode!

Like seriously, it was foreshadowed that Varian will become bad and I am so ready for this! It is going to kill me because I don’t want this boy to be hurting like I have loved him since I saw him in the promos for the series, but like he is going to be great! Dangerous and less happy, but still lovable and understandable!

Voltron “Reunion” thoughts

So I was thinking a lot about Matt’s grave and why it exists, from a writing perspective. Pidge would realize moments later that Matt was alive. Heck, most of the fan base knew Matt was ok thanks to the promo stuff. So why would the writer’s include this fake grave scene when they could’ve easily placed the code somewhere else. Was it for shock value? I think not.

That episode seemed to focus on more than Matt. Think back Te-osh. She dies in the same episode. Yes, that had a sad tone, but we all moved on pretty quickly. But later, we see Matt’s grave. And it’s not that we beleive Matt is dead. We knew nearly nothing about him, and didn’t value him as a character very much. What was so heart wrenching about that scene was Pidge’s screams of sheer agony. We felt her pain vicariously, knowing that she had been searching since the begining.

I think that episode was not just an episode to find Matt and resolve that plotline. It was also an episode to remind us that people are dying. This is a war effort, and not all the deceased’s loved ones will be as lucky as Pidge. Over two thousand graves surrounded Matt’s. We shouldn’t forget that.

There’s a Ball?

So, this was a prompt. I have included the ask at the very end this time because I don’t want to give away the spoiler! Another one that was slightly longer than expected. Oh well. 

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            “Did you hear?” A boy whispered in delight, voice echoing around the now silent corridor. Draco rolled his eyes heavily. What was with immature people being obsessed with gossip? One would think that there would be better things to talk about than mindless shite.

             “Harry Potter is coming back for the Remembrance Ball next month!”

               Draco froze as he fought the urge to demand the boy to spill his sources. It wouldn’t do well to bring himself attention, especially about Potter.

               Excited whispers broke out as they all waited for Slughorn to open his door for class.

               “Where did you hear that?” Smith asked doubtfully. “Someone else brought up Potter at the beginning of the year but it turned out to be false.”

               For once, Draco was rather grateful for the Hufflepuff’s insight. He just hoped that it wouldn’t be a recurring thing.

               “I overheard McGonagall telling Flitwick about it when I was passing by the staffroom.”

               Draco furrowed his brows. If Potter was stopping by for a visit, Granger or Weasley would have acted like it, wouldn’t they? He shot a look towards Granger, who had a book on Modern Goat Conspiracy Theories compared to Anciently Deceased Theories open in one hand and their Potion’s book in the other. Surely, she couldn’t be reading both, right? Weasley had his head resting on Granger’s shoulder and appeared to be asleep. His mouth was open and Draco was pretty sure he saw drool.

               The clang of the door opening had Draco putting this behind him. It was no doubt just gossip.

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               “If Potter is coming back for the ball, who do you think will be his date?” Abbott asked as Draco sighed heavily, a few seats away from her in History of Magic.

               “Who says he has to have a date?” Macmillan asked with a scoff. “I’m going stag and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

               Finch-Fletchley snorted loudly. “You’re going stag because everyone you asked turned you down.”

               Draco was incredibly sick of everyone talking about Potter. This was getting out of hand. What was with everyone being obsessed with the savior? Merlin, there had to be better things to talk about.

               “That’s because he is blind to Abbott’s desperate pining after him.” Draco snarked, not bothering to turn around. He was just fed up with the whole conversation.

               There was a stunned silence that filled the room. Macmillan sounded as if he was choking on his own tongue and that was certainly the highlight to Draco’s day.

               “Is—Is Malfoy telling the truth?” Macmillan whispered, sounding awed. As if he hadn’t noticed that the girl had been in love with him for seven years.

               “I—umm.”

              Draco spared a miniscule moment of guilt as the girl sounded positively miserable. But it was for the best. He knew how this would end. And really, what was a little pain as long as it ended in happiness? Well, if they actually lasted as a couple that is. As a realist, he predicted those two would break up after one or two children.

               “Would you like to go to the ball with me?” Macmillan’s tone was scared, which had Draco rolling his eyes.

               “Yes!” Abbott squeaked out far louder than was necessary, causing Draco to nod approvingly.

               And if a small smile also escaped, well, no one had to know.

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It was like I still knew you, even though we never spoke. It was as if you lived within me and inspired me to hope. You probably weren’t who you used to be, god knows I wasn’t either. But maybe somewhere, somehow we had never left each other.
Reunion

“You grew up.”

He laughs, rough and edging just slightly on bitter.

“Yeah, that happens when you disappear for two years.”

Derek’s eyes flit downward, and Stiles waits for him to comment on the FBI vest strapped to his chest but he doesn’t. His eyes only go so far as Stiles’ mouth, flicking back to his eyes and then down again, lingering, before sliding away. A warmth blooms out from Stiles’ chest, crawling up his neck and coiling downward, and this definitely isn’t the time for this but they haven’t seen each other in a year and a half, not even pictures because why the hell would Stiles have a picture of Derek (and he’s spent too long cursing not having pictures of Derek) and he finds his own eyes lingering.

“…You look exactly the same.” And that’s not true because Derek actually looks better, but there’s no real way to explain that Stiles hadn’t been able to hold all of the goddamn perfection of Derek’s face in his memory. He’d thought he had, but his eyes keep flitting around now and holding, catching on little details, little rushes of rediscovery in those eyes, that jaw, his teeth, his mouth, his…

Stiles wets his lips, and Derek’s looking again.

“We should––”

“I should have called,” Derek says at the same time, and Stiles blinks, breaking off, confusion pinching his brows because Derek hadn’t known Stiles was coming. He’d had no reason to call. Except… “After… Peter told me what happened, and I…”

“It’s fine.” It wasn’t, but it wasn’t any less fine than anything else from that shit show. It wasn’t any worse than Derek leaving town and getting rid of his phone to begin with.

“I felt sick the whole time you were gone,” Derek presses on, quick and urgent, like the words had been fighting for months to bubble loose and are finally breaking free. “I felt… Cora said it seemed like I’d just… emptied out. On the full moon, I could barely––”

Stop it.” It stung, because he’d thought Derek would care. For the longest time he’d felt like Derek should care, and deciding he didn’t was the first stepping stone to pulling himself together after… after the Benefactor.

Or… fuck, maybe Derek had cared, but he hadn’t cared enough to stay, to keep in contact, to check in when Stiles had needed… needed someone.

No, fuck. Needed him.

“This isn’t the time,” he says, firmly, because a fucking FBI SWAT team is nearby somewhere and there’s still a target painted on Derek’s back, and the fact that Stiles wants to crawl onto his lap and beat the crap out of him at the same time doesn’t matter, because Stiles is here to save his life. Again.

Derek parts his lips, looks like he wants to argue… and ends up just nodding, looking away up the street.

Stiles makes it a whole three steps toward the next corner before swinging back on him, balled fist smacking his bicep.

“Why didn’t you call?”

Derek doesn’t flinch at the blow. Sighs softly. When he meets Stiles’ eyes, the look in them’s enough to send months of coiled anger scattering.

“I would have gone back.”

“…What?” Stiles feels breathless on the word. Derek looks away, hands lost in the depths of his pockets and stance set in the defeated posture of a man with no way to win.

“If I’d heard your voice. If you’d asked. If you’d even sounded anything less than happy––” He grits his teeth, sharp and sudden, head ducking against some ugly thought. “…And I didn’t want to hear you happy, either.” That falls out lower, tight and rough like a secret shame.

“You didn’t want to hear me happy,” Stiles echoes, numb, and then slowly: “Without you.”

And he only understands Derek’s meaning because it’s been echoing in his own chest for over a year–– that stupid, selfish war of wanting to know he’s happy, and not wanting to know he’s happy, not wanting to hear him making a life and finding bliss in a way Stiles couldn’t give him. He’d always wanted to know Derek was doing well, so much that he’d lain up at night sometimes picturing new, bright, sometimes ridiculously corny futures for him… but the thought had always been as agonizing as it was hopeful and Stiles had never slept well afterward. And then he’d spent other nights up hating himself for being selfish enough to half-hope Derek might not be happy.

Might fail out there in the world, and come home.

Derek’s eyes are on his again, wide and shock-soft in a way Stiles had only glimpsed on him once before: the rush of thinking you’re alone in the world and realizing for one beautiful instant that you’re understood

He can feel a matching expression lighting up his own eyes.

“We’re idiots,” he breathes, and Derek shakes his head, barely seeming to feel the movement.

“I couldn’t go back there.”

“But you could have known I fucking missed you as much as––” He breaks off, despite everything suddenly unsure. “…you missed me?”

“I missed you.” Derek promises, not missing a beat.

“You missed me,” Stiles echoes, and it’s everything he never knew he needed to hear. They watch each other for too long, stunned, awed stillness.

And then the slam of a car door in the distance pulls them back; reminds them where they are and what’s happening. Derek blinks away, looking out and alert toward the street, but Stiles can see a faint flush around his ears, a happy pull that won’t quite die on his lips.

“This isn’t the time,” Derek says, and Stiles nods. There are villains to stop. People to save.

“This isn’t the time,” he echoes, but he’s smiling as he turns to head up the street. “Later.”

It sounds like a promise worth keeping.

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Idea: Adrien gets his wisdom teeth out and when he's high af on pain meds he facetimes Marinette and let's it slip he's Chat Noir while he's going on about how amazing Mari and Ladybug are

Incoming Facetime From: ❤️Adrien❤️

At least, that’s what the phone said. Marinette looked up at Tikki, confused, but the Kwami could only shrug.

”I thought he was getting the homework from Nino,” Marinette said. “Why would he be calling me?”

“Are you going to answer it?” Tikki asked.

“I… I don’t know?” Marinette said. “Maybe he found out about my crush, or maybe—“

Tikki zipped down to the phone, tapping the “accept call” button, then disappearing beneath Marinette’s desk.

”Augh!” Marinette dropped her phone, tried to catch it, and smacked her head against her desk as it slipped through her fingers and landed, face-down, on her floor.

”…Hello? Princess?”

Marinette’s fingers scrabbled for her phone. “Hi it’s not a bad time at all sorry I dropped my phone are you okay did I hurt your face?”

“Is that why my teeth hurt so much?”

Marinette blinked, finally turning her phone around to face the boy she had a crush on. “Wait, no,” she said. “You had wisdom teeth surgery today.”

”Izzat why I can’t feel my face?” he said. He was lying facedown on his bed, his feet up by the headboard, dressed in silk pajamas. His hair was a mess, one that seemed almost familiar somehow.

”I, uh, yes?”

”Oh.”

The two of them stared at each other for a moment, Adrien’s gaze blank and glassy, Marinette’s panicked and searching, before she finally broke the silence. “Did you… get the homework?”

Adrien flopped his hand. “Pshh,” he said. “Superheroes don’t have homework.” He stopped, stuck out his tongue, and tapped his nose. “Cept patrol. But that’s more cause I like it.”

Marinette’s eyes narrowed in confusion. “Adrien?”

”What? No, I’m not… Shhh.” He put a finger to his lips. “You aren’t supposed to tell anyone.”

”Don’t tell anyone what?”

”My secret identity,” he said. “Ladybug said no one was supposed to know.”

Ladybug said…? What was he TALKING about?

”She’s so pretty,” Adrien mumbled, wiggling happily against his bedsheets. “Pretty like you, Princess. You’re so pretty.” He tapped his finger against the screen. “So many freckles. How many freckles?”

Had he just called her pretty? She forced down her instinctive need to panic—he was delirious, probably didn’t even know what he was saying. “Adrien, are you okay?”

”Who’s Adrien? I’m Chat Noir,” he said, rolling his head. “Your eyes are so blue…”

Marinette shook her head. “You’re not Chat Noir,” she said. “That’s… that’s not possible.”

”Sure it is, Princess!” he chirped. “I brought you that leaf, remember? Did you like it?”

Marinette gasped. She hadn’t told anyone about that—Chat Noir had dropped by her house a week ago, carrying a leaf in his mouth and presenting it to her like a cat with a freshly dead mouse. He’d seemed so proud of it at the time…

”You’re… you’re Chat Noir!” she stammered. “You’re…”

”That’s what I’ve been saying,” he responded. “It’s your Kitty, Princess.” He scowled. “Why does my face hurt?”

”You got… wisdom tooth… surgery…” Marinette’s kind was racing. Chat had canceled patrol tonight. He NEVER did that.

There was a sound from somewhere offscreen, causing Adrien to jump. “Whoops, sorry, Princess,” Adrien said. “Nathalie’s coming. Gotta go.”

The screen went blank, leaving a very confused Marinette alone with her thoughts and a thoroughly flabbergasted Kwami.

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I think this might end up being the first chapter of a longer work, so thanks for the inspiration! (As if I didn’t have enough fics going on, bleh…)

I hope you enjoyed!

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Who’s birthday is it?!! It’s KEITH’S!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY KEEF, I LOVE YOU

I also wrote a suuuuper sappy fic about that ring ^ down below!!

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And now for the fluff :’)


Keith wakes to see a star outside of his window.

It’s a brilliant blue, dazzling and bright, and he’s immediately reminded of the mesmerizing color of Lance’s eyes, like the deep sea.

He rolls over and flings an arm out, expecting to come into contact with an entanglement of limbs and exposed wires, but all he grasps is air. Confused and still half asleep, he cracks open a dark violet eye and releases a wounded huff when he realizes that the other half of the bed is empty, its occupant long gone.

His heart makes a strange leap up into his throat but he shakes it off, pushing the paranoid thoughts away before they can nag at him. Lance probably left to get a system checkup. He does that, sometimes, in the early morning before all the hustle and bustle of the day’s plans crowd in.

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The Secret Book Club

Originally posted by lokihiddleston

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Content/Warnings: Innuendos and a cheeky Loki and a very very shitty book. Also mild swears.

Words: 1767

Prompt: LOKI X READER WHO SHARE BOOKS AND READ TO EACHOTHER AND LOTS OF FLUFF HHH THAT WOULD BE SO CUTE PLEASE

Soooo this turned out much different than what I expected, (sorry anon I was having too much fun) but there is most definitely going to be a part 2 to this coming soon. At the request of a few people I’m starting a tag list, so if you want in then just shoot me a message! :)

Enjoy ;)

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Part three
Part four
Part five
Part six
Part seven (NSFW)

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mistrel-fox created an awesome crossover with gf and fma, also did these amazing drawings. Oh man the ideas are so great.

With the twins losing both of their limbs, I imagined GrunkleStan being the suit of armor and well….. I got waaay too deep into this.

METAL GRUNK

and it’s all your fault MISTREL

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#104

A few years later, Nyx receives a sacrifice.
It’s a large piece of tri-folded paper with the words onto boldly stated “Percy and Annabeth’s Official Guide to the perfect Tartarus Vacation!” In a silver-green duochrome.
On the cover, under the title, was a beautiful portrait of a Woman with deep black skin with white dots sprinkling her limbs, wearing a Terani 1712E3648 that sparkled with nebula colours. The woman was standing on the edge of a deep dark abyss.
Written in silver calligraphy below the painting were the words “Nyx, Primordial of Night, ‘Star’ Attraction.”

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I… Have no excuse for the second image… I’M SORRY, OK?? The scene from the movie is so funny I just… Had to… 👉 👈

Anyways, hope you like it! ^^

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I'm REALLY stressed with college apps and was wondering if u could tell me a joke or a funny story? *holds out jello*

College applications can be intimidating! I looked into it on account of I could go for free on the GI Bill, but it’s awfully complicated. Back in my day you just sort of showed up and plonked a bunch of money down. Well, obviously I didn’t, but I would have if I’d had a bunch of money. 

Oh! That’s a story I could tell you. Back before Project Rebirth, I was an art student when I could afford classes, and a lot of art after you get to a certain point is really just Doing A Pardon My French Fucking Lot Of Art. So most of the classes I went to, we had models and we’d draw or paint or sculpt the models. I mostly drew because I wanted to do magazine art and that sort of thing. I had a lot of practice drawing the kinds of models we generally got, which were big muscular men or good-lookin’ ladies. If the judgmental biddies in our building knew how many naked ladies I’d drawn by the time I was twenty, they’d think I was some kinda freethinker or libertine or some such. I didn’t have the money to be a libertine. 

Anyway, I thought, I’m fine at muscles now, and I’m pretty good on curves, too, so I wanted something different, like, a body that’s got some unusual shapes to it or someone who doesn’t look like they stepped out of an anatomical drawing by Leonardo Da Vinci. So I said to the teacher, hey, why don’t we get someone different in to model, someone who didn’t look like a comic book superhero, and he laughed at me and said, “What, someone like you?”

Well, I coulda popped him, but I’d already popped a painting teacher for saying surrealism was for pansy Europeans and Hitler had the right of it, and I tried to only punch people for political purposes. So I said “Why not someone like me? I’m as real as they are, and I bet I’m harder to draw, too.”

And the teacher said, “Put your money where your mouth is, Rogers, and strip down and we’ll see.”

Now, I’m not especially modest, wasn’t even before the Army, but there were ladies present. On the other hand, honor had been challenged, and all the other students AND the model were watching. So I said, “You put your money where your mouth is, a model makes eight bucks for an hour of posin’.” 

One more thing you gotta know is that Bucky used to come pick me up from art class in the evening and walk home with me, because he was going that way anyway usually and we’d stop and split a meal at the cafeteria near the studio. He always showed up about five minutes before class ended and usually made a bunch of noise because he liked the attention. And I did not remember this when I took my pants off for sixteen bucks on a dare. 

So there I was, bare-ass naked on a plinth looking pretty smug because EVERYONE was having a tough time with my toast-rack chest and knobby knees. I was glad class was almost over because I was taking a cramp, and then in blows Bucky Barnes, saying “All right, everyone, stop oglin’ the nice – “ which was as far as he got before he saw me, tripped over an art box, and went face-first into an easel. 

Before anyone could even help him he came up yellin’ “WHERE’S YOUR UNDERWEAR?” like he thought someone took it or I’d misplaced it or something, and then he threw a turp rag at me. 

Well, that was the end of class, and I had to pay for the cracked easel out of my sixteen dollars, but the teacher admitted I had definitely posed a challenge and also it’s a good class that ends on a laugh. 

Somewhere out there someone’s probably got a fair-to-middling oil painting of me in the bare nude in their attic. I hope they got my knobby knees right. 

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Request ➸ Can you make a fluff with Jungkook when you go to bed after a long day at school and you’re really tired but he tries to wake you up and you’re really pouty and ask why and he says that you need to take your makeup off cause it’s bad from your skin but you’re too lazy to so he does it for you EXTRA FLUFFY PLEASE 

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You woke up to the sound of your loud alarm clock, you never being gladder to hear the ringing for the first time. In the midst of your nightmare, Jimin successfully captured your boyfriend, Jungkook, heart with a simple air kiss. As much as you loved hanging out with him and the rest of his friends but at times, Jimin seemed more like a rival than a close friend.

You shivered, getting out of bed and quickly getting into the shower. The hot water tingled against your skin, washing away grogginess along with the odd feeling of jealousy that lingered due to your dream. You hoped that you wouldn’t accidentally snap at Jimin the next time you saw him. 

Dressing into a bomber jacket, one of Jungkook’s old white shirts and high-waist jeans, you lazily tied your hair back because the spark that caused you to dress up died as soon as you saw your hair.  It momentarily returned as you did your makeup, although going for a more natural look since you were short on time. You gave yourself a once-over in the mirror that hung on your door before going into the kitchen. You settled for a pear, the juicy green fruit deserved more love than the typical apple. Tossing the core into the trash, you grabbed your bag from the floor where you left it yesterday and noticed one of Jungkook’s socks behind it.

You sighed, the lone sock triggering the memory of when Jungkook asked you to live with him. It was probably three months after you two started dating and after a handful of times when his friends had walked in on the two of you. He was so abrupt about it, you jokingly agreeing to it at first until he showed up to your old apartment with a bunch of classified ads and a red marker. Of course, having a place to yourselves meant no interruptions but getting to know each other in the same house had its cons. Especially since Jungkook liked to eat your leftovers when you specifically tell him not to, or the fact whenever he offered to help you with the grocery, he loved to place your favourite snacks on the top shelf of your cupboard like the evil giant he is. Not to mention his habit of losing socks that turn up after weeks of being missing.

You dryly laughed to yourself, remembering that your boyfriend was currently on a trip for the next few days for his portfolio. That boy loved his camera as much as he loved you, although he couldn’t answer whether he would save his camera or you in a fire without hesitation.

This wasn’t the time to think about Jungkook, you told yourself and picked up your bag. You placed the sock on the coffee table and left the apartment. You caught the bus, rushing up the back of the bus before the driver sped down the streets. You watched the passing cars and bikes, the fall leaves adding colour to the grey asphalt of the road. The familiar scenery of your campus came into view and you got off the bus, walking down the path. People on their bikes pass you, stopping at the bike racks up ahead and you reached the corner where your best friend, Sol-ji usually popped up.

“Boo!” Just as you predicted, she came from behind you to cover your eyes and you smiled at her failed attempt to scare you.

“Halloween ended two weeks ago.”

“I meant that as an endearment.”

“Explain covering my eyes.”

“A magician never reveals all her tricks.”

“Sol-ji, you literally walked up behind me. The only magic here is how you managed to trick yourself into blatant fibbing.” You two walked up the steps into the hall, seeing people sitting in lounge chairs and others rushing up the stairs to whatever class they’re about to be late for.  

“You’re so mean, Y/N~ Did Jimin say he was going to steal Jungkook away again?”

“Only in my nightmare, yes. Sorry for my outburst, I feel strange today.”

“Oh, you miss him that much.”

“I miss not having to climb the counter to grab the peanut butter and my snacks or not waiting for the bathroom in the morning? I think not.”

“The amount of denial you’re having is astounding.” You rolled your eyes, focusing on walking up the stairs as Sol-ji continued to talk to you. She was bashing her roommate, as usual, talking about how she had come home to the floor covered with pictures of cats. Somehow, her roommate hadn’t noticed that her camera was connected to the printer and she had unknowingly printed 50 Polaroid photos of her cashmere cat.

“I’m honestly questioning why I said I was okay with pets on that survey.”

“You were just being an honest person.”

“How did the system think that I and she were 85 percent compatible when she is, 100 percent accuracy, the worst roommate I ever had.”

“Just ask for a change.”

“But she makes the best cookies,” you rolled your eyes, was she seriously going to let her sweet tooth be a deal breaker, “and I might be over-exaggerating.”

“I noticed.” She elbowed your side as you laughed while you two entered the classroom. A few people were early as well and you two sat in the middle rows. You two readied yourselves for class anyways, Sol-ji pouting as she did so.

“Meanie.” You were about to reply but a soft tap on your shoulder made you turn your head to the owner of the finger.

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Oh, Himchan.” Himchan was the secretary of the student union which you were the vice president

“I’m just reminding you about today’s emergency meeting at 2.”

“What happened?” You took out your water bottle, taking a sip as Himchan nervously scratched his head.

“Mi-woo’s sick.” You choked on a sip, you quickly coughing to recover. Minwoo, the president, hasn’t missed a meeting since she became a member and usually filled you in on what happened because you were typically late to meetings because of a certain someone.

“Are you alright?”

“It’s fine, how did she get sick?
“The annual cook-off, someone had the flu and everyone there got sick. I’m glad I hate cold cucumber soup.”

“Alright.”

“You can’t be late to the meeting this time, alright?”

“Okay.” You slumped in your seat as Himchan left the classroom, your professor entering at that moment.

“Look on the bright side, at least the meetings are just an hour long.” It was as if the universe heard Sol-ji’s words at that very moment and decided that today was the day it should mess with you.

You were on time because one of the other members spotted you and walked with you to the meeting room. It was going smoothly; the group was listening to you and you could see yourself wrapping up the meeting early until Himchan started discussing the holiday event for December and all hell broke loose. It was a shouting match and members shoving ideas at you as they angrily argued which idea was best for the student body. Mi-woo, you lucky wrench, you managed to avoid this. You ended the meeting about 30 minutes late, but your day wasn’t over yet.

One of the fine arts students that knew you through Jungkook needed a replacement model for her art piece and she had the largest puppy eyes (after Jungkook, of course. That boy gives you that look intentionally and unintentionally). You forced a smile as you agreed, and she happily dragged you into an art studio where she spent three hours to paint you, which didn’t look much like you but you didn’t have the heart to tell the girl. It was about 6 when you went out to the bus stop, waiting almost an hour for the bus and you missed your bed more as the bus ride went on.

You took the elevator up, going straight into your apartment and walking straight into the bedroom. You heard water running, your tired mind playing tricks on you as your head hit the pillow and you cuddled up to the sheets.

“Babe?” You were questioning your sanity when you thought you heard Jungkook’s voice and only made you want to sleep sooner.

“Babe, wake up.”

“Why does the universe hate me so much-” You sat up to see Jungkook sitting next to you and your faces were close enough that your nose brushed against his.

“Surprise?”

“Have I lost my mind?” He laughed, you blinked in response. Jungkook is here, alive and well while you were ready to pass out. Typical.

“Did you miss me that much?”

“It really is you, the same annoying Jungkook.”

“I thought you would be happier to see me.”

“And I thought I would be able to get some sleep.”

“I guess I could remove the towel to make things easier-”

“That’s not what I meant, horndog.”

“Okay, you’re cranky.”

“I had a long ass day and I just was some R&R.”

“You could at least change and take off your makeup.”

“I don’t really care, Jungkook.” You let your head fall back onto your pillow, Jungkook poking the back of your neck.

“That’s not good for your skin, baby.”

“I’m tired, Jungkook.” You heard him tsk at you, taking the sound as a sign of victory as he got up and walked somewhere else. You were barely entering the sleep cycle when you felt him yank the sheets off you and you snapped your eyes open and looked up at him.

“Rise and shine, sweetheart.”

“One day, I’m going to find out your weakness and kill you.”

“Did you eat a lot of sugar because it’s starting to melt into your personality.”

“You’re probably the meanest girlfriend on Earth.”

“I would be a lot nicer to you if you weren’t robbing me of my precious sleep time.”

“Can you at least sit up for me?” You sat up, cross-legged, for him regardless of your sharp tone with him and he pulled the makeup wipes off the nightstand. He sat in front of you

“Shut your eyes for me.” You did so, feeling the cold wipe run across your eyelids one by one and gently over your eyelashes. He ran a clean side of the wipe across your cheeks and lips before stopping.

“Jungkook.”

“You’re so beautiful.”

“So cheesy.”

“The prettiest girl that ever lived.”

“Quit it.”

“Why~ Your cheeks are burning, aren’t they?”

“Shut up!” He placed his hands on either side of your cheeks, verifying the heat in your cheeks as you tried to push him away.

“Your cheeks are going to leave a burn on my hands. You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.”

“Meanie.”

“So that makes the two of us, two peas in a pod.”

“To think I missed you even in the slightest.”

“So you did miss me, huh?”

“Shut-” He cut you off, swallowing the syllables with his lips as he kissed you. Your hands grabbed handfuls of his shirt as one of his hands slipped to your side. He pulled away, you look away and Jungkook poked your cheek repeatedly.

“Should’ve known since you’re wearing my shirt anyways.” He pulled you into his lap, your arms resting on his shoulders and your hands playing with the ends of his obsidian hair.

“Why can’t you be cute and silent?”

“Because my sexy voice shouldn’t go to waste.”

“I can’t believe you just said that.”

“It’s true.” You sighed, how did you manage to find a guy like him? You placed your hand on his cheek, slowly caressing it with your thumb running across the smooth skin.

“I missed you so much, Y/N.” He pressed his lips again yours once again, his movements much more languid and gentle as his body molded into yours. He kissed away the tiredness of a long day, his touch awakened you and his presence made you feel whole.

“Welcome home.”

STORY TIME - I can finally tell you guys…

On Wednesday October 4th I got a DM from Taylor Nation telling me they have a special secret event they have to speak to me about (YOU SHOULD SEE MY REACTION, I WASN’T ABLE TO BREATHE ). I had to give them some information. Long story short.. we had hard time catching up so they ended up emailing me on Sunday October 8th thanking me for being such an amazing fan and telling me they have an event happening in London, October 13th. They asked me if there was a way for me to come. When I got a DM on Tumblr I literally thought she was doing an event somewhere close to me (it’s weird she wanted me in London right? I’m so far away from there) and I had my hopes so up. I thought I was going to meet the woman who means the most to me💔 I will never be able to thank my group of best friends for being there, watching me cry over it and helping me find the ways to go. They were the most supportive friends in the world, I’m telling you. But deep down I knew it wouldn’t be happening. I couldn’t just get last minute tickets and just fly to London like that. I’m a student, I don’t have much money to afford tickets & am in the middle of exam session. I also told my parents about it (I WAS IN TEARS BY THE WAY, I don’t think my parents ever saw me like that before) and told them if they’ll be ready to help me, I’d work as much as possible to pay them off. I love them they are not very supportive when it comes to those things.

I feel like my heart is broken because I know I’ll never get a chance like that again. It’s the kind of pain you can’t put into words.

But I would like to thank Taylor for wanting me there (I GUESS IT WAS HER?! I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE SHE KNOWS WHO I AM) and Taylor Nation for being so freaking nice. They told me not to worry cause they’ll keep me in mind for future events because I’m an awesome fan😭 And they even asked for my address so they could send me a gift instead☺️ They are so so nice! And I would like to apologize @taylorswift - I JUST LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND IT’S MY BIGGEST DREAM TO HUG YOU AND TELL YOU ABOUT THE IMPACT YOU HAVE ON MY LIFE, I’M SO SO SO SORRY.

I hope you’ll never forget about me and save me a hug for the tour (PLEASE!!!). I also DMed you from my @dancingswifts13 instagram a lot but you never saw. I love you and I’ll always support you I promise❤️😭 I’M SORRY.

Jefferson: Hey Hamilton!

Alexander: Yeah?

Jefferson: I think your financial system still sucks!

Alexander: *looks for something in his bag* Hmm… Oh no I can’t find it! I thought I had it in here! I thought I packed up everything in this thing this morning!

Jefferson: What is it that you can’t find?

Alexander: I can’t seem to find the FUCKS I GIVE FOR YOUR FUCKING OPINION! WHY DON’T YOU FIND MADISON SOMEWHERE AND MAYBE YOU TWO CAN GO FUCK YOURSELVES!

Jefferson: ….Jesus Christ Hamilton!