i was laughing and crying all at the same time

Me and my fiancé have a bond so strong it’s sometimes hard to believe love like we have still exist, I really love him with all my heart, only person who can make me cry and smile and laugh at the same time. He loves me like my parents love me so intangible and unconditionally, I hope everyone finds love so pure it betters them as a person.
Photographer: @bloodonmynikon (Instagram) models @muvatez @xmarksvintage

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→ Catherine de Medici + Francis II, for @cassanabaratheon, Happy Birthday sweet <3

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Aqours 1st Live - Aida Rikako’s post-live thoughts

Aqours 1st LoveLive!
Thank you very much for the past two days at ~Step! ZERO to ONE~!! It really, really was a marvelous time. I had fun from the bottom of my heart, and I’m not even exaggerating. It really was a great feeling that made me feel like I was truly alive. I cannot forget everyone’s faces that I saw while I was going around on the trolley. Everyone was shining!!
In truth, when I first heard about the results of Sunshine’s audition, I was at Yokohama Arena with my mother. I can still remember when we were embracing each other even now. It has been 2 years since then. I would never have dreamed that we would be able to stand on this stage now. Love Live! Is something that a lot of people have given their love for, and I once again felt really blessed to be able to take part in it.
I learned the real value of becoming a team and going up from 0. There were 9 of us on stage, but the stage that we created was because of the all the team members, as well as the fans.

This is all I can say!
There was a lot of love enveloping us, and it really, really became a marvelous live!!!!!! However, I have something I must apologize to everyone for. I would like to apologize for the worries that I felt. After discussing with the rest of the team, I decided to perform on the piano. I never wanted to back down, so I requested to be given the chance to do it.
And so, I really give my apologies to the rest of the team who believed in me until the end; I betrayed them. It was exactly because of that that we did not discuss the possibility of failure. Also, having made the other members feel worry in that moment, as well as all the people who had paid money to watch a professional fail, all these emotions mixed together in my head and I panicked. Somehow, I was able to complete it on Day 1, so I calmed down and decided to play with more of a smile like Riko’s on Day 2. To be honest, I cannot remember that moment very well. But the members rushed over to me during the dance, and I also heard the voices of everyone there, so I was able to stop crying and bring back out the “Sakurauchi Riko” within Aida Rikako once again. Without that, my heart would’ve surely broken, and I would’ve regretted it for the rest of my life. Thank you very much for giving me another chance. And then the lyrics of Omoi yo Hitotsu ni Nare also resonated in my chest and supported me. I was once again able to realize how great the power of music was, and that it was able to give me so much courage.

“It was really the greatest performance by everyone! I was moved!” was what I heard from a lot of people, but a failure is a failure. I am no longer qualified to be a professional standing on stage. I really reflected on it.
And after that I had to perform with a smile. Because I was no longer qualified to cry. But I was able to continue until the very end thanks to the warmth of all the fans. Thank you, thank you very much for supporting me.
Also, I will never forget the members who rushed over so that I wouldn’t be alone, and held me and my hands in that unbelievable location, all the time from before the beginning until after the very end, as well as the fun after the live as they greeted me with smiles and laughed it off. Those 8 people who were there definitely felt the same way as everyone. I was glad that it was 9 people once again. Thank so so much for saving me.
And also, I am very grateful to the piano teacher who seriously taught the amateur me who could not even read musical notes for 3 months.
It was really difficult; my fingers did not move as I expected, but I was able to slowly get better and better at playing, and I was able to think, “Playing the piano is fun!” And that was definitely thanks to the people who told me so. I started the piano from this age, so I was worried about whether it was truly okay, but I was told many times that it was important to challenge that thought.

It’s getting quite long, but I wanted to tell everyone as soon as possible.

Now, the second season of the TV anime, as well as 2nd live tour and many others were announced! Aqours is advancing from here onto the next Step once again. In order to make all of you know more and more about Aqours, I will put out my heart and try even harder than my best that I have done until now as a member of Aqours!!!
So please cheer me on as a member of Aqours and as Sakurauchi Riko from now on as well.

I will forever treasure everyone who supported me.
Let’s go and see more marvelous sights together! The voice of Sakurauchi Riko 🌸 Aida Rikako


Holy shit.

the signs as i know them

aries: being able to tell someone anything, stolen library books, braiding someone else’s hair, singing really loudly (and off tune), half deserted bowling alleys, trips to ihop in the night, following a back alley, doing something without thinking, finding that “morality, in all forms, is completely irrelevant”, the colors purple, red, and yellow

taurus: sarcasm, a hearty laugh, runs to walgreens early in the morning or late at night, laughing and crying at the same time, “who cares?????”, missing someone but unable to admit it, just messing with you to watch you get annoyed, wanting to get high 24/7, bicurious as fuck, the colors dark brown, light blue, and beige

gemini: passive aggressive comments, big sweaters, laying in the ground with someone you love, staring at the ceiling and laughing, a 90s gym floor, going for runs together, leggings and boots, dancing in a skirt, running around the house with a blanket when its cold outside, playing with matches, the colors white, red, and blue

cancer: missing someone who doesn’t miss you, string lights, getting cozy in a tent camping outside, laughing until your sides hurt, sunglasses inside because they’re just that cool, the absence of the ability to distinguish between platonic and romantic relationships, long hugs, hot tea, the colors grey, light blue, and deep purple

leo: freaking out over new music, knowing all the words to that one bon jovi song, shaving some hair off just for the hell of it, going to protests and marches, excited shouting, feeling like you’ve known someone your entire life, wanting to help the world, the colors red, orange, and green

virgo: studying witchcraft, the ability to sense bad vibes, dying your hair, the feeling of traveling far away from home, wanting more out of life, the feeling of knowing your friends are always going to be there for you, warm red lipstick, being gay to the max, california, vinyl records, warm tea, polaroids, the colors pink, black, and white

libra: quick kisses, wearing his football jacket, laughing, painting your walls, saturday afternoons, believing in ghosts and spirits, dark theaters, loving with your whole heart and nothing else, seven minutes in heaven, missing school to go to a concert, the colors tan, dark green, and grey

scorpio: picking up cats, staying up way too late, the moon, trying to be mysterious but laughing the whole way through, realizing you care about someone so much more than you care about yourself, dark eyes that you can barely see into unless light shines on them, the colors black, purple, and black

sagittarius: slow dancing with a friend in a hazy room, knowing all the words at a concert, regretting something you can’t fix, extravagant gift giving, nostalgia and forgiveness, pastel pink roses on a doorstep, old scraps of paper you should’ve thrown away but kept, wanting to trust someone, the colors pastel yellow, blue, and dark purple

capricorn: flowers kept in old soda bottles, string lights, stealing clothes from your best friend, giving away paintings as gifts, the literal physical embodiment of aesthetic, trips to an art museum, throwing kindness like confetti, the colors off white, green, and purple

aquarius: looking at the stars, 110% believing in aliens, humming to fall asleep to, long car trips, feeling someones heartbeat and falling at ease, late night gas stations, disney world, roller coasters, being away from someone and wondering if they’re thinking of you, winged eyeliner, healing over bad times, the colors blue, pastel yellow, and black

pisces: climbing out onto your roof, childhood friendships, lost time, camping in a trailer, lucid dreaming eternities in the present course, waking up after a nightmare, staring at the moon, testing the boundaries of the human condition, golden retrievers, the colors light purple, light yellow, and light pink

literal transcript of a 5sos interview | 9
  • Interviewer: Big spoon or Little spoon?
  • Luke: What? This is a funny question.
  • Calum: How many people are spooning?
  • Ashton: Is it like a spoon train?
  • Calum: Is this a spoon train?
  • Luke: Spain?
  • I: how many is a spoon train?
  • Calum: *without missing a beat* up to 10 people
  • Ashton: I'm a little spoon
  • Luke: I kinda like litt–being a little spoon.
  • Michael: Really?? Eugh!
  • Calum: *shaking his head* No
  • Ashton: What do you mean 'eugh'
  • Luke: Being a big spoon your arm gets numb
  • Ashton: Yeah
  • Luke: You wake up and you can't feel your arm
  • Calum: Theres noting more emasculating than being a little spoon
  • Michael: *at the same time as calum* Big spoon all day everyday
  • Luke: I think you know what? If your comfortable with someone, I think you can be a little spoon.
  • Ashton: Me and Luke are little spoons because we're cancers
  • Luke: *laughing* cause we're cancers
  • Ashton: It's a cancer thing
  • Calum: What sign are you?
  • Michael: Scorpio
  • Calum: I'm Aquarius
  • Michael: I'm big spoon. You'll never get me not being big– the only time I'm not the big spoon is if I'm crying. And then in that case–
  • Calum: *taking over Michael* And i've never cried
  • Michael: I'm full fetal position
  • Ashton: Cancers are always crying, we just cry about stuff
Anan translation - Endo Aya’s strategies for going after the sextuplets.

Totoko’s voice actress’s comments about what the brothers might be like to go out with and her tips on how to win them from the recent Anan special magazine. 

Endo Aya’s strategies for going after the sextuplets.

Totoko-chan, the super cute only girl in the group. She’s very popular with the sextuplets, and we’re as jealous as could be. Together with Endo Aya who performed her, we’re going to examine their manly charms in a somewhat serious way!

She’s Totoko-chan so she understands?! The sextuplets “manly charms.”

The beloved heroine Totoko, whom the sextuplets never stop admiring. Since she is approached by them constantly on a daily basis, she’s bound to know about their attitudes towards love, and (we’re not sure whether or not they actually have any) their manly charms. Therefore, we threw Endo Aya, who played Totoko the closest observer of the sextuplets for half a year, the silly question, “What are they like as men?”

(Endo) To start with, whatever they may say, I think that they are kind boys. No matter how selfish Totoko gets, they face her head on and take the blow. This time, I tried thinking about each of them carefully, but even though they are jobless virgin NEETs who sponge off their family, there are moments when I suddenly felt like they were “good men” and I got flustered, lol. Despite telling myself that “If I went out with them they’d definitely be a burden,” I had a hard time keeping my cool. (Lol)

So she has analysed each of their manly charms, from Osomatsu to Todomatsu, and has proposed her strategies for going after them.

With this you can be just like Totoko… perhaps?

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Today I had the pleasure to get the visit that makes me the happiest man. They are my everything, the reason I fight for in order to overcome always every obstacle and this has been the worst of my life, an experience I’d never wish to anyone in this world. The pain, the fear, the uncertainty of not knowing what was going on, of not knowing how long it would last… it have been the most painful and during 15 minites of my life. In addition to all this I’d like to say you that the shock of thes days is disappearing day by day and at the same time the desire to live, to fight, to work, to laugh, to cry, to feel, to love, to believe, to play, to train, to continue enjoying my people, my dears, my friends, my passion, to defend, to smell the grass as I do before the beginning of the match and motivate myself. To see the bleachers crpwded with people who love our work, good people that only wants us to make them feel emotions to forget about the world abd most of all about this world we live in, always crazier.

The ONLY thing I ask is that we all live in peace by leaving wars behind us.
Do you know what I feel these days when I look at my swollen and wounded wrist? Pride. I look at it proud because I think that all the damage they wanted to cause us only limited to this.

Thanks to the doctors, nurses, physiotherapists and people who are helping me to recover and working for my wrist to be perfect. To the hundreds of people, medias, every kind of organization, BVB and my teammates, to all the people who gave me their support and affection. Even the smallest one gave me the strength to go on ALWAYS.
I felt the need to write it to let this off and to solve everything in order to think only about coming back at 100% as soon as possible! A big greeting to everyone!

Marc 💛

I missed you

Loki x Reader

Genre: SO MUCH ANGST

Word Count: 1,383

Summary: You find out that your husband, Loki was still alive after falling from the Bifrost, and you were determined to see him. Although, when you do, it is not hugs and kisses like you expected from reuniting with the love of your life.

AN: mmkayyy, so my first shot at actually writing something, tell me if you like it. I just needed some good and frustrating ANGST. If y’all like it, maybe I’ll write more. If not, I’ll probably hide in my shell and never write again. Feedback is always welcome tho 


“I command you let me through!” You were yelling at the two guards blocking the path to the dungeons, or as you thought, your path to Loki. “We have orders from the Allfather, Lady Y/N,” they replied. “I don’t understand why I am forbidden to see my own husband.”

You had been arguing for almost an hour before you heard a familiar voice boom through the hallway. “Let her pass!” Whipping your head, you saw familiar golden locks and a sympathetic look from Thor. “He has already been sentenced to life in those dungeons. No need to keep him from reuniting with his dear wife" 

Thor put an arm around your shoulder and interrupted the guards before they could speak again, “Come! I will escort you to my brother”

After passing through the large doors and turning a corner, Thor stopped to look at you and sighed. “Lady Y/N, I know you must miss him but you cannot just bother these dungeons. He cannot be trusted. He is not the same Loki you grew up with centuries ago… that Loki fell from the Bifrost” He held your shoulders and you know that he means well but you couldn’t help but feel anger start to bubble up inside you.

“How is he different? He’s made mistakes but don’t we all? Thor, I lost him once but I know he is still my Loki.” You looked at Thor hoping he would understand, and sighed. “And even if he weren’t… I’d love him all the same.”

 Thor let out a second deep sigh and let go of your shoulders. “I hope he knows that.” You continued walking until you and Thor reached a rather large and furnished cell and saw the raven hair you missed running your fingers through.

“I must go now. I might need to speak to father before the guards do.” Thor turned and walked away before stopping to shortly look back between you and Loki. After Thor had left, you walked closer to the cell in front of you.

“Loki,” You spoke quietly but loud enough for him to slightly turn his head to the side.

His hair was much longer from the last time you saw him. From what you could see, his eyes looked sunken and his face was a sickly pale color.

“Loki,” You repeated and he furrowed his brows before standing up and turning to you. “What are you doing here?” He spoke harshly and glared. You were confused for a moment. He seemed angry and ashamed all at once but you still missed the sound of his voice after it had stopped flowing from his lips.

“I wanted to see you.” You continued keeping your voice at a whisper. He scoffed and looked away. You didn’t understand what you were feeling. You wanted to kiss him and punch him all at once. He left you but he’s here now. You started to feel the tears prick at your eyes and you looked down at your feet, from being so overwhelmed, you assumed.

“Did you miss me?” You heard Loki’s voice mock and you looked up to see his back turned to you once again.

Your tears subsided and whatever you were feeling turned into anger. Angry at him for everything; for leaving you and letting you cry at night, for mocking you now and for not seemingly missing you at all. At the same time you were angry at yourself for still wanting feel his lips against yours.

You furrowed your brows and raised your voice a little louder, “No, Loki. I didn’t.” Loki turned back to face you and looked taken aback, all you could do was let out a laugh and wipe the tears away. “I didn’t miss you at all. I didn’t miss the one person I called my friend. I didn’t miss the person I married. Gods, I didn’t miss having someone hold me at night or comfort me when I cried!” You were screaming and tears were falling hard at this point and you were trying to look anywhere but him.

“Y/N, I-” He started but you quickly interrupted him, not caring how much your voice cracked. “Of course I missed you, Loki” Your voice was back to a whisper and you looked back at your feet. You didn’t realize you had walked as close as you could to the cell. “I died when I heard what happened.” You let out a sigh and continued, “All I wanted was to see you again…” You looked up to see he looked… Sad. He had tears in his eyes but his mouth was turned downward like he was disgusted, not with you, but himself.

“I’m sorry, Y/N” Two words from his lips and all you wanted to do was hug him.  You just missed the feeling of him. You didn’t realize you were crying now just looking at his face.

“Why did you leave me? Why didn’t you tell me that you were okay? That you were alive?” You just wanted to know and every part of you was relieved that he was alive but hurt that he kept himself away from you and let you mourn.

“I couldn’t, Y/N.” he turned away again and started to walk towards his bed and you wanted to throw your slipper at him. “Why not!?” You yelled and he stopped moving completely. You saw his body stiffen and he let out a deep sigh.

“Y/N…”

“Did you not want to be with me?” You didn’t even understand what was coming out of your mouth. You wanted an answer. Something to explain why you didn’t eat for months and cried yourself to sleep, wishing you had fallen from the Bifrost. You just wanted him back with you.

“Of course I wanted to be with you, Y/N!” Loki yelled and interrupted your thoughts quickly. “Everyday, I wish to be beside you again. To hold you while you sleep. To be out of this accursed cell and be wherever you are!” He was running his fingers roughly through his hair, causing the slicked back locks to fall out of place. “But I couldn’t…”

“Why not!?” You yelled again

"I’m a monster, Y/N!” He looked at you full of rage. Not particularly at you but at everything. He wanted the world to melt away. “I couldn’t take it and especially after what I’ve done, I was too ashamed to even think of holding you again.” He sat on a small chair and put his head in his hands. You know what happened in Midgard but frankly, didn’t care when they told you he was okay.

“Did you at least try?” Your voice was cracking, you weren’t even sure if Loki could still hear you. All he did was sigh again before speaking up, not moving from his spot. “I wasn’t strong enough to try… I was too weak.”

“Were you too weak… or too selfish” You were hurting all over and your chest felt like a sack of bricks. It worsened when you saw a tear slip past Loki’s palm. “I don’t deserve you, Y/N…” He was near sobbing and it made your heart burn and caused you to choke back a sob yourself but you were just as mad.

"Loki, please… Just look at me” Your voice was still cracked but you had managed to cease the tears that were falling from your eyes. He looked up at you and you saw the tears that covered his cheeks.

“I’m not strong enough to try anymore, Y/N” He started to whisper, afraid that he wouldn’t be coherent if all you could hear was sobbing when he raised his voice. Hearing his words, your tears pushed out once more. You could feel your heart tearing itself to pieces. It felt worse than when you heard about his “death”. You felt hopeless. He was not the monster he believed himself to be nor did you believe he ever will be, but it seemed like he was the shell of your Loki.

“I missed you, Loki” you whispered one last time and turned around to leave when he put his head back in his hands and started to choke back his sobs.

“I missed you too, Y/N" 


Part 2 “Safe”

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local gay spends the night at his crush’s house, what happens next will warm your heart

tags: high school au, pining keith


@freedom-of-peaches


The one thing Keith knows is that Lance smells amazing.

It’s first thing Keith had noticed about him. He smells like lavender; it’s his shampoo, Keith found out after spending the night at Lance’s in freshman year. The sweet smell reminds him of those Lush stores Shiro used to drag him to. Shiro’d ask him which conditioner he should buy for Keith because yes, Keith, you should take of yourself. Keith would point to whatever and try not to stare at the gorgeous employees. He likes the loud ones, with nice bright smiles and lips that aren’t chapped, pretty boys with–

“Hey, Keith-a-roo, are you listening to me?”

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I love Dan and Phil so much, but at the same time I hate them because they have everything I want. Talent, successful YouTube channels, uni degrees, bestselling books, money. But most of all, I want the friendship that the have. I want someone to be physically close with, someone I can laugh with, cry with, cuddle with, play games with, watch movies with, rant with, dance and sing with, just be with in general. I want the relationship they have so badly it physically and mentally hurts.

1 season of “one day at a time” (netflix) contains 13 episodes, and has covered the following subjects:
  • feminism
  • ptsd
  • white privilege
  • sexuality (and religion)
  • religion vs atheism (vs agnosticism)
  • the struggles that come with being a single parent
  • sexism in the work place
  • what mansplaining is and why it’s insulting
  • war veterans and their struggle against the red tape
  • being proud of your heritage
  • called out the fact that che guevara was not a hero at all and took the time to explain exactly why
  • the danger of deportation that many immigrants face
  • the hardships that immigrants have went through when coming to america

i probably missed stuff but heck, this is already way more than the typical multicam sitcom that networks like to dish out to us that all use the same formula anyway so what does it even matter which one you watch? yes, this is a sitcom. and yes, it has a laugh track. but this show rises above the humdrum and teaches us about family values, real issues that many families have (i for instance don’t believe in god but my family does, how do we overcome this divide?) and shows us that it’s possible to be funny and woke at the same time, without ever sounding condescending. it will make you laugh, it will make you cry (i had real tears on my pillow) and it will make you think (i’m not cuban, so a lot of the stuff they’re talking about is things i Learn)

in its 13(!) episode first season, one day at a time definitely did not slow down. every episode felt equally important to watch, while avoiding to seem like a speech. it did not rest, and my tip is: do not sleep on it. i know many of us are exhausted from those tiresome, carbon copied, unfunny as all heck ‘me too’ sitcoms. but if there’s any sitcom that deserves your attention, it’s this one.

She Hates Me

A/N: Is this terrible? Idk maybe, really it’s up to you to decide, but I do think the idea is good. Cole said that they were probably going to play the Ethel x Jughead angle on Riverdale in an interview and the idea of a Jealous!Ethel kinda inspired this thing + I’m playing off on the shadiness seen in 1x03 
Feedback is always greatly appreciated! 
p.s.- I apologize if there are any mistakes. 

Pairing: Jughead x Reader x Ethel

About: Ethel targets reader’s anxiety when she feels like the reader’s relationship with Jughead is much more than friends, and maybe she’s right causes the reader to avoid Jughead

Warnings: I think there’s a swear in there somewhere and the beginning might be a bit triggering as it’s Ethel being a meanie + mention of anxiety

Word Count: 2,500, give or take a few


           You’re too much of a nervous mess to make sense in any sort of conversation, aren’t you? No wonder he never talks to you, he probably just lets you hang out with him out of pity. Your anxiety is a damper to be around so how about you just leave Jughead alone. He doesn’t need you in his life and he sure as hell doesn’t want you in it either, so maybe it’s time for you to finally get the memo.

           Ethel’s words echoed in your head as you walked home with takeout from Pop’s, a place you had loved to take refuge in, now an environment full of negative emotions– too much of them to bare all at once. Jughead and you had been close friends since middle school because of the sitting arrangement in your English class at the time. You didn’t think anything had changed between the both of you, well not until Ethel crashed joined your quiet nights at Pop’s with Jughead.

           She’d constantly make conversation with Jughead, and crack jokes that made him laugh chuckle. You were happy there was a girl interested in him, except that she was a total bitch to you. Scratch that, Ethel didn’t even acknowledge your presence or the comfortable silence that there was between you and your best friend before she got there. Jughead either didn’t notice or didn’t care and would just continue to type away on his laptop while listening to Ethel talk.

           Then the incident between you and Ethel happened whilst Jughead was in the restroom. This was the first time you and Ethel were left alone with each other. You wanted to start a conversation with the girl who showed such fondness towards Jughead, but found it hard to start a conversation with Ethel as she glared at you. You had already felt incredibly uncomfortable and felt close to tears seeing Jughead not need you as company anymore, but when she let those harsh words out you left immediately. You didn’t understand why she had it out for you, but she definitely seemed to embody the voice in your head. You could barely walk as you were struggling to breathe, so thank God Archie had found you on his way to Pop’s.


           It had been five days since you and Jughead had spoken. You had tried to distance yourself from him and Jughead had noticed your efforts. He tried to talk to Archie about it, but he said that he promised you not to meddle. Archie didn’t agree with what you wanted, but he also didn’t want to see you in that state of distress again. Jughead wasn’t sure what he did wrong as he hadn’t noticed anything off the last time you guys hung out. You had left early because of some family issues, but family issues always seemed to arise more often nowadays. 

          Ethel seemed to appreciate the time alone with him, but Jughead felt uncomfortable being there with her by himself. Not to say that Ethel wasn’t great company, which she was, but she kept on interrupting his thoughts every time she spoke. Jughead rarely heard you speak when the both of you were at Pop’s, but he liked the way your voice was smooth every time you ordered despite knowing that you felt terrified that you were going to say it wrong.

          Jughead somehow managed to make eye contact with you despite being in the middle of a crowd, but you quickly looked away. You didn’t want to face Ethel or Jughead, but having a class with both of them and Riverdale being such a small town made the endeavor extremely difficult. You had a feeling Jughead knew what you were doing and was just letting you be, but you secretly hoped that he’d get fed up with your antics.

           “Y/N!” you heard Veronica call after you, so you turned around and waited for her. “It’s been a while girl, what’s been up?” Veronica said as she linked her arm with yours. Veronica was very kind to you and you appreciated the kindness she showed not only to you, but to all her fellow girls (unless they somehow managed to not deserve it).

          “Nothing really, just that meandJuggiearen’tfriendsanymore,” you say quickly.

          “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I caught any of that,” Veronica let out a small laugh and pulled you aside from the crowds of students walking in the halls.

          “I said that Jughead and I aren’t friends anymore,” you took a deep breath while Veronica looked more confused than ever.

          “You and Juggie were so close, though. Kev and I were even hoping the both of you would end up together,” Veronica admitted. After the whole Ethel ordeal, you had started questioning your feelings toward Jughead, sure, but you had only confused yourself further.

          “Well it doesn’t matter, Ethel brought some interesting points up last time I hung out with Jug,” you say, crossing your arms across your chest. Jughead saw you again, this time speaking to Veronica, and had decided to talk to you to figure out how to salvage the friendship between the both of you. Of course, neither you nor Ronnie noticed the boy walk towards the both of you.

          “Really? What exactly were they?” it was Veronica’s turn to cross her arms across her chest. Her eyes were narrowed as if she knew that you weren’t about to say anything good. She was right, of course, but that didn’t make it any easier. “Wait if you and Jughead were hanging out, I definitely hope you would call it a date, but why the hell was Ethel there?” her face was scrunched up in disbelief. Veronica once thought of Ethel as brave, and she was, but now she was beginning to wonder how much shadier that girl is. Jughead was at earshot at this point and started to piece things together in his head, stopping in his tracks.

          “It wasn’t a date Ronnie, you talk in those. Jughead and I hardly speak when we’re at Pop’s. As for why Ethel was there, she just sort of self-invited herself I guess. She asked me what I was doing one day and then she had just decided to tag along. And then she started to tag along for all of the times Juggie and I were at Pop’s,” you shrugged, your arms no longer crossed. You hadn’t noticed how much it bothered you until you said those words aloud. “Anyways, she just told me that Jughead probably only hung out with me out of pity, why else wouldn’t he speak to me when I’m obviously sitting across from him?” Veronica noticed you biting your lip from saying anything else.

          “Is that all she said Y/N?” Veronica asked, and you shook your head looking down at your shoes as if they were the most interesting thing in the world now. “Tell me what she said right now or I’ll get her to tell me herself,” Veronica’s tone was deadly, so you sniffled and mustered up all the courage you had to tell her.

          “She said that Juggie doesn’t need me in his life and that he doesn’t want me in it either,” Veronica’s face softened at your words. You had started crying so Veronica hugged you. “She was so mean Veronica, I mean who says these kinds of things to someone?” you pulled away from her embrace, cleaning up your face and wiping the tears away. You knew that you had told yourself those things, but it was easier to brush off when you could blame it on your anxiety. You definitely knew you looked like a complete and total mess because of that brief crying session. “I don’t even like Jughead in that way, I think. I’m just so confused and I don’t know how I feel and I just- it’s been five days and I miss him, Ronnie. Why do I miss him so much?”  

          “Because you care about him, and I sure as hell know that he cares about you, okay?” Veronica says reassuringly. “I think the best thing for the both of you right now is to talk to each other.” Archie had said the same thing, but you made him swear that he wouldn’t tell Jughead a thing. 

          “I doubt he’d want to speak to me, I’ve been ignoring him all week,” you let out a humorless laugh. Your face was blotchy, but you were no longer crying just sniffling from time to time. You felt the anxiety building up in the pit of your stomach just thinking about it.

          “I’d like to disagree,” Jughead said from behind you, making you tense up. “How about we ditch and go to Pop’s to discuss this Y/N, think of it as a way to repay me for the avoidance.”  

          “Go,” Veronica insisted as the bell rang. You nodded and sent her a small forced smile before turning to face Jughead.

          “Lead the way,” you mumble, keeping your head down.


           Sitting in a booth at Pop’s next to Jughead made you feel sick. You wanted to curl up in a ball and cry while hoping the earth would swallow you up whole.

          “Earth to Y/N,” Jughead snapped you out of your thoughts. Your eyes felt droopy so you didn’t bother to turn and look him in the eyes, not like you would have been able to anyways. You hummed to let Jughead know you were listening. “So now you’re spacing out on me?”

          “Sorry,” you mumbled an apology. You had to try to stop distancing yourself from the feelings this place brought or else no progress would be made. Your therapist had told you that before, and now you were finally taking her advice.

          “Why didn’t you tell me?” Jughead asked, wanting the answers he should have asked for from the very beginning.

          “Tell you what exactly,” you weren’t about to start talking about the wrong thing, especially considering the fact that it wouldn’t have been the first time you did that.

          “About Ethel. Why didn’t you tell me she basically targeted your anxiety?” it was hard for Jughead to get through asking the question.

          “I didn’t want you to confirm what she had said,” you said quietly, shifting in the booth.

          “You actually believed her?”

          “I didn’t want to, but then I started analyzing everything and I noticed how our dynamic had changed from talking at all times to now hardly even saying any words when we’re near each other–”

          “That’s because we can literally make eye contact and have a full conversation Y/N… I don’t hang out…,” Jughead trailed off again, the words he was about to say felt as if they were burning his throat. He sighed, “Y/N I enjoy your company, just sitting across or next to you is good enough for me. I don’t need to have full conversations with you because you know me well enough to know that whenever I start whining like a baby when you get up it’s because I want you to grab me more food, or that when my hands are carefully tapping at the keyboard of my laptop it’s because I don’t know how to continue. You start talking about your day in hopes that I’ll figure out what to write and if I still haven’t started typing anything you start listing words alphabetically, which actually does help.

          “I’m the only one who knows that you only get the crease in between your brows when you’re trying to remember something you forgot and that when you start to fidget with your hands it’s because something is bothering you and making you feel uneasy. Y/N, I never want you to feel uneasy when you’re around me,” Jughead grabbed your hands. You hadn’t noticed you were fidgeting with them, you also hadn’t noticed that you were barely breathing.

          “Juggie I don’t know how I feel about y-you being this close to me,” you had said, barely above a whisper. You didn’t know what compelled you to tell him this information, but you felt the need to acknowledge it.

          “You think I do? I’m not even sure why I’m still holding your hands,” he said, his voice sounding deeper as he spoke at the same volume you did. He didn’t let go of your hands and instead, you quirked your eyebrow at him. He smirked, knowing that you were recalling the last time you held hands with each other. You gave him a small smile and noticed his eyes flickered towards your lips. You felt the need to do the same, and you remembered a time when you wondered what kissing was like.

          “Remember that time you let me kiss you?”

          “I remember the kiss, I don’t recall letting you,” you laughed at his reply, your forehead resting on his chest and your hands still intertwined.

          You were both no older than 13 as you walked next to each other on your way home. The friendship between the both of you had barely reached its first year of existence, while your anxiety was hardly existent. When you finally filled in the silence with a question, it was definitely not one Jughead saw coming.

          “Have you ever kissed anyone?” Jughead had scoffed, but you were genuinely interested.

          “Oh you’re being serious,” he said, as if he was surprised when you were indeed inclined to know.

          “’Course I’m being serious Jug.”

          “No Y/N, I have not kissed anyone. Have you?”

          “Nah, but I wonder what it’s like.”

          “It’s like exchanging saliva,” you gave Jughead a shove as the both of you laughed lightly. You guys neared your house and you were bummed you had to leave Jughead’s side.

          “Thanks for walkin’ me home Jug.”

          “It’s not a problem, you should know that by now. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

          You smiled and he seemed satisfied with that response when you planted a kiss on his lips. He was so surprised he didn’t even get to kiss you back, but you were happy with what you had gotten.

          “Not like exchanging saliva at all,” you grinned at him and skipped your way to the door. “Bye Juggie, I’ll see you tomorrow!” and with that you went inside.

          “When did everything get so complicated?” you ask, looking up at the boy. Your anxiety levels grew exponentially a month after that because the arguments between your parents grew just as much.

          “When we started to experience different types of feelings at the same time probably,” you hummed in agreement and a quiet fell over the both of you. You sat up straight in your seat, making eye contact with Jughead, but neither of you could explain why there was a feeling of panic being shared between the both of you. Maybe it was just nervous jitters that you were both feeling, but it felt a bit too suffocating to just be that. The both of you seemed to make a subconscious effort to lean in, but separated from each other, hands no longer being held either.

          “We should figure out how we feel about each other first?” you say but it comes out as a question instead of a statement.

          “Yeah,” Jughead said quickly, which made you laugh. “I mean, yes. We should definitely get our feelings straight before moving ahead.”

          And with that, you guys shook on it.

watching hamilton with my mom

alexander hamilton

  • “wow”

aaron burr, sir

  • “who is that”
  • “who are they”
  • “What are they doing”

My Shot

  • “he’s not throwing it away so he’s not giving up?”

the story of tonight

  • “so they’re buddies”

the schuyler sisters

  • “hey i know this song”
  • “what are they saying”
  • “wow”

farmer refuted

  • she is very confused

You’ll Be Back:

  • “oh yeah i like him”
  • “look at his face!!!”
  • cackling 
  • “he’s good eh” 

right hand man: 

  • “that’s george washington?" 
  • "so they’re just basically getting organized now?" 

Helpless 

  • "so is this when alexander meets the youngest one?" 
  • at alexander’s happy dance she screamed 
  • laughing bc herc is the flower girl 

Satisfied 

  • laughs at anthony’s "alright alright!!!" 
  • looking very confused at choreo 
  • "why? SHE’S in love with him???" 
  • "so they’d be together?? but he’s poor?" 
  • (at least i’ll keep his eyes in my life) "ooh" 
  • "wow" 
  • "that’s pretty cool" 

the story of tonight (reprise) 

  • "are they all drunk?" 
  • (oh shit) she is laughing 

wait for it 

  • "i like this song" 

stay alive 

  • "look at them!" 

ten duel commandments 

  • silence 

meet me inside 

  • "isn’t the bald guy in charge?" 

that would be enough 

  • "is that his wife? she’s pregnant" 
  • "oh that’s good eh?" 

guns and ships 

  • she’s just smiling so much 

history has its eyes on you 

  • "oh he’s giving him a battalion that’s good" 

yorktown 

  • "so they’re getting all pumped to fight?" 
  • me: they’re fighting 
  • "ok" 
  • "that’s awesome, eh?" 

what comes next 

  • laughing as soon as king george starts walking 
  • just 
  • laughing 

dear theodosia 

  • "he had a kid with the british officer’s wife?" 

laurens interlude 

  • "who is that?" 
  • "who’s dead?" 
  • im crying

non-stop 

  • "oh the war’s over right, the world turned upside down" 
  • "what" 
  • "he’s trying to build the constitution?" 
  • "was he a president?" 
  • "he still has that connection with angelica" 
  • me: yep
  • "so…he’s pretty brilliant" 
  • "he keeps leaving" 
  • "wow" 
  • "its really good" 

 what’d i miss 

  • "oh is that devanay or–" 
  • me: daveed 
  • "yeah" 

 cabinet battle #1 

  • *whispers* "slaves" 

 take a break 

  • "he’s writing a letter to angelica? what about his wife?" 
  • my mom really ships alexander and angelica omfg 
  • "so he loves angelica" 
  • MY MOM SHIPS IT SO HARD 

 say no to this 

  • "she’s a hooker?" 
  • she’s mad at hammy

 the room where it happens 

  • "its so good" 

cabinet battle #2 

  • laughs 
  • "who’s daddy? 
  • “oh, washington." 

washington on your side 

  • "so they’re getting together against him" 
  • "oHHH they’re going to find the affair" 

one last time 

  • "wow” (same)

i know him 

  • “oh god" 
  • she loves him 

the adams administration 

  • what just happened 

we know 

  • “wow” 

hurricane 

  • she looked very confused and offended when i explained the reynolds pamphlet 

the reynolds pamphlet 

  • shaking her head in disbelief (same mom) 
  • my mom loVES KING GEORGE 

burn 

  • "poor girl" 

blow us all away 

  • "oh" 
  • "ooh" 
  • "shot him at seven that’s not fair" 

stay alive (reprise) 

  • im crying 
  • "wow" 

it’s quiet uptown 

  • me: isn’t that upsetting? 
  • "YES." 

your obedient servant 

  • “passive aggressive” 

best of wives and best of women 

  • "they’re back together?”

the world was wide enough 

  • me: she’s the bullet 
  • “oh" 

who lives, who dies, who tells your story 

  • again im crying 
  • "wow" 
  • "wow" 
  • "i was choked up" 
  • "that’s neat”
  • “yeah i really like the king. he’s funny. what did he say? ‘jesus christ that’ll be fun’?”
ACOTAR/TOG Confession:

I had a hard time adjusting to the whole ‘mate’ thing

Why?

Because I’m Australian and when you read sad, feel-inducing lines like “I lost my mate,” you kinda just…laugh?

Like lemme help you find him for ya’ mate

When Lucien and Elain happened at the end of ACOMAF (You’d think I would have adjusted by then) and Lucien was all like “you’re my mate”

and all I could do was cry-laugh at the same time going like “sure, same goes for me, mate”

AND THE ACCENT I IMAGINE IT IN? LIKE WITH THE HEAVY, TOTALLY-NOT-SEXY-IN-THAT-CONTEXT AUSTRALIAN ACCENT. You just suddenly go from English/ Scottish/ whatever accent that’s sexy as hell, and then you suddenly hear this ‘what’s gon’ on down’ under’ accent infiltrating your feels. 

I can’t.

I’ve been practicing portraits a lot in the past few months. Generally, I try to understand the structure of the face and the light by observing the reference and trying to paint what I see. That’s how we learn how to draw. Since I love painting characters, I try modeling their faces as I imagine them to be, not getting to attached to the features. The reference is useful to give me the right proportions and to make me understand how light works in the skin.

But lately I’ve been feeling quite worried by the fact I might get addicted to references. It’s not wrong, as many artist and teacher says, to use reference to learn and do research. But I need to focus on my imagination now. Draw things entirely from imagination has always been a struggle to me.

So, I’m starting to develop a process to improve that. Not only portraits, but other things too. Before going to bed, I made a study of this reference. Then I went to sleep, woke up today, looked at the reference for about one minute and then I tried to paint again, but this time only from memory.

It was so interesting! Not only has made me studied focusing on remember every brush stroke I made, but also made me see what I need to improve. From memory, the proportion is quite off, his hand is smaller, the overall picture is darker. I believe that if I haven’t spent so much time practicing with reference, I wouldn’t be able to come up with any results from memory, so now, despite of all mistakes, I understand how important it was to practice from references before. It’s also very fun to paint the same thing from memory and see the differences (I have to laugh, so I won’t cry xD)

What inspired me to do this was this stream from a cool artist named Proko: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GOuIgevbHs8 If you want to improve your drawings from imagination, he has great tips and exercises.

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IG Marc Bartra:

“Today I received once again the visit from the ones who make me the most happy. They are my everything, the reason for which I always fight to overcome the obstacles and this one has been the worst in my life, an exprience I would not wish on anyone in this world.

The pain, the panic, the incertitude of not knowing what was happening, nor how long it was going to last… they were the longest and hardest 15 minutes in my life.
And to all that I want to tell you, that I think the shock from the past days is fading more and more each time and at the same time, the desire to live, fight, work, laugh, cry, feel, love, believe, play, train, to keep enjoying my people, my loved ones, my teammates, my passion, to defend and to smell the grass like I do before the matches start and to motivate myself. To see the stands filled with people who love our profession, people who only want us to feel emotions that make us forget the world, and especially the ones we live in, crazier and crazier each time.

The only thing I ask, THE ONLY THING, is that we ALL live in peace and leave behind the wars.

These days when I look at my damaged and swollen wrist, you know I feel? Proud. I look at it proudly thinking in all the harm that they wanted to inflict on us, but it only came to this.

Thank you to the doctors, nurses, physiotherapists and the people who are helping my recover and making sure that my wrist has perfectly recovered. To the thousands and thousands of milieu, organisations of every type, BVB and teammates, whose support and affection have reached me. No matter how small, it has incredibly filled me with strength to ALWAYS continue forward.

I needed to write and vent and clear everything up in order to only think about being 100% again as soon as possible! A huge greeting!

Marc 💛”
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Melissa’s comment: “The best in the world❤”

The lips around your finger  (- a Newt Scamander Imagine, NSFW)

inspired by all the beautiful Newt requests I got!  ✿

plot:
you and your best friend finally decided to turn your friendship into more

warnings: smut, cocky Newt (yes, this is a warning bc oooh boy)

Enjoy!

‘NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWT, I PASSED! I PASSED! I PASSED!’, you screamed at your best friend as you were bursting through the door, crying and laughing at the same time.
‘Baby’, he said calmly with a big smile on his face, ‘what did you expect? My beautiful and talented friend would never fail.’ He hugged you tightly, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck. You immediately felt all of the tension washing off your body, your muscles relaxed and your hands stopped shaking. It has been a truly exhausting day for you and you were glad that you had such a wonderful and supportive best friend back at home, waiting for you in your shared apartment.
‘I can’t believe that you are working for the Ministry of Magic now, what’s your title again?’, the man asked and his piercing green eyes looked into yours full of admiration.
‘In front of you, Mister Newt Scamander, stands the new Vice Director of Magical Security’, you laughed and put your hands on his shoulders, giving him a quick peck on his soft lips.
‘Well, Miss Vice Director of Magical Security, let’s celebrate this, shall we?’ Newt declared and disappeared into the kitchen.
You used the chance to take your coat of in order to surprise him with the baby pink lace and satin dress you bought for yourself on the way from the office to the flat.
Today was the day. You got a job some people are waiting for their entire life and you had only just graduated a few months ago. You were capable of everything today, even of finally turning those platonic little kisses and that playful teasing into something more.  
Holding a horrible looking chocolate cake on a silver plate in one hand and a bottle of champagne in the other the man came back, almost letting the bottle fall to the ground when he saw you. He didn’t say anything and just did his, oh so loved, smiling shyly and looking to the ground thingy.
‘Don’t you think I’m pretty?’, you asked him playfully and strutted over to the flustered man. He didn’t dare to look up because he knew if he would, he wouldn’t be able to control himself any longer and he wasn’t quite sure what your intentions may be. Maybe this was just a cruel joke, set up by his best friend in order to tease him a bit more than usual. However, he couldn’t stand the teasing and the bit of cuddling anymore. He was sick of it, he longed after something real.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t aware how much you have wanted him to take you in the last few weeks full of sexual frustration. You decided to push him a bit further and scooped a bit of the chocolate frosting from the cake with your index finger. Your big eyes glanced up to him innocently while you were wrapping your pink lips around it.
‘Oh, ooooh no’, he shook his head, ‘th- this behaviour, it can’t be excused, missy!’ he nervously declared in his playful flirting voice but in his mind he had already undressed you and bent over that damn table where he was putting the things in his hands on.
‘Aww but I would love to make up for it’, you told him, your voice even more seductive than you had intentioned. You slowly, way too slowly, put the straps of your dress down your shoulders and let it sink to the ground, revealing to the shocked man that you were only wearing panties and no bra. You took his wrists and brought his arms around your waist. Newt gulped but didn’t hesitate to scoop you as close as possible to him. You couldn’t have been any happier this moment. He clearly wanted this too.
With your delicate fingers you started fiddling with his black bow tie, signalling him that you would rather see it on the floor instead on him right now.
He unwrapped it without taking his eyes off of your body, just the sight of this beautiful girl in front of him was enough to make the bulge, in his now way too tight pants, grow.
He was breathing heavy when you started undoing his button up and you felt so much confidence washing over you making him melt like ice under your touch.
However, suddenly Newt interrupted your actions and put his hand forcibly on yours.
‘(y/n), look at me!’, he said with a stern voice pulling away from you.
Your eyes, full of disappointment, met his.
‘I- I am sorry, Newt, if this isn’t what you want. I just, I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately, even dreaming of you and I just realize how stupid it is from me to put our friendship-‘, you stuttered, your eyes starting to water and your mouth didn’t let any more words free.
‘No, no, no, no, (y/n)! This is everything I’ve ever wanted. Please, believe me! I just wanted to know if you are really sure that you want this, that you want me. I don’t want to give you the feeling that you have to do-.’
You interrupted him, pressing your lips onto his. Desperately kissing him hard. He jumped but quickly relaxed and deepened the kiss. Kissing Newt wasn’t new to you, you messed around a lot but this, this was something completely different. It was passionate and hot. His hands pulling at your hair. Your hands around his neck. Moans escaping from the both of you. Him grinding into you. This was everything you ever wanted it to be.
In order to catch his breath he pulled away and you took your chance to attack his neck and plastering it in love bites.
Newts head started to spin and he got dizzy. He put his hand on the table behind him to help him stay on his feet.
While Newt was processing what was going on, you started where you left off and began unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and quickly shoved it from his torso. His pale skin was glistering in the golden sun light that came through the window.
‘God, you look so beautiful, Newt. Do you know that?’, you asked him and didn’t manage to close your mouth. The view was breathtaking. Your comment made him growl and he was so desperate that he couldn’t manage to carry you over to his bed and make love to you for the next twenty-four hours. He was in such shock that the only thing he could do was stand there and look at you in disbelieve. It felt like he imagined an encounter with an angel would feel.
Fortunately, you weren’t fond of him caring for you on this day. You were excited that you could finally show him how grateful you were for him and give him something in return for his otherworldly support he has shown since day one.
Your fingertips were tracing his upper body and you left a trail of soft kisses from his neck down to his pants.
You shot Newt a quick look, hoping for approval.
‘Oh god, yes (y/n)! Please, I beg you!’, he almost whimpered and he didn’t have to tell you twice.
Faster than he could look, his pants were already laying on the wooden floor. You bit your lower lip in the sight of his erected member trying to escape from his navy boxers. You quickly pushed his boxers down and started peppering kisses upwards on the inside of his tights.
Your hot breath meeting his tip, Newt let out a husky moan that made your lady parts tingle and you were glad you were already kneeling in front of him because your legs wouldn’t be able to hold your weight.
Not really knowing what else to do know, due you being an extra virgin, you took his length into your mouth and teasingly slowly rocked your head back and forth.
Newt shut his eyes tightly and threw his head back in desperation.
‘I swear, kitten, if you don’t stop teasing me, I’ll punish you so hard’, the usually so giggly and wholesome man spoke and you decided he had enough of teasing. You fastened your pace and it didn’t take long for Newt to warn you.
‘Hell, (y/n) I’m gon- I’m gonna’, he wasn’t able to finish his sentence because his words drowned in his moans.
‘It’s okay, baby’, you assured him softly and shortly after his warm fluid filled you mouth, which you swallowed, not complaining. Newt was a mess but quickly got himself together.
‘Look at you, you are such a good girl, my good girl. So pretty and pure. So diligent’, he showered you in compliments and brought you up to him. He pressed a sweet kiss on your forehead and you brought your head to his chest, which was still raising up and down uncontrollably.
You were shaking because of what just happened. You couldn’t believe that your best friend just called you his good girl. Your thoughts were racing, you were so happy but oh so shocked.
Scamander, who got a hang on what was going on in your head, tried to distract you and joked: ‘You know, I can now tell everyone I received fellatio from the Vice Director of Magical Security.’ He shot you a cocky grin and you couldn’t help yourself but start laughing and playfully hit his chest.
‘I hate you, Newt!’ you giggled.
‘I love you too’, he responded but his playful voice suddenly got all serious and passionate, ‘actually, I really love you, (y/n)!’
Your heart jumped and ached in excitement and you whispered a small ‘I love you too’ to him.
‘Well after that is from the table, do you want some cake?’, he asked with a smile but you suspiciously eyed the brown dough that looked more like a turd than it resembled something to eat.
‘I know it looks horrible but it’s actually really delicious’, he assured you and you gave it a try.
And it was. It really was delicious.   

Originally posted by your-harry-potter-imagines

anonymous asked:

25 with jungkook pelase💖

Member: Jungkook

Prompt Request: “Just shut up and kiss me.”

Genre: Fluff AU

Summary: BTS wins a major award and Jungkook dedicates his award to Y/N

Word Count: 773

My feet padded down the carpeted floor, as I rushed to catch Jungkook at the door. I was groggy but when I felt the cold on his spot of the bed, I had leaped in fright. I didn’t want to not say goodbye on his big day. He was going to the Golden Disk Awards and had an early morning rehearsal. I saw his tall frame struggling to escape our shared flat unnoticed. I quickly ran over and gave him the tightest back hug I could manage.

“I thought I could make it out without waking you<’ He chuckled and I felt his laugh boom with my face pressed against his back. I snuggled in his warmth. “I told you yesterday I would wake up to say goodbye.”

He turned around in my arms and lifted me my chin up between his fingers so that I could stare into his endless brown eyes. “Only I could have a girlfriend wonderful enough to wake up at five am to wish me luck.” I pecked his cheek. “Good luck!’ I said playfully.

He smiled but I could tell he was a bit nervous by the way he rubbed the back of his neck and he stared intensel at everything but my eyes. It was my turn to cup his cheek when I said, “Hey. Kookie you are amazing. You guys wouldn’t be up for such an awesome award if you weren’t. Your music, it touches people. Your voice it stirs emotions. And your performances are always captivating. Also, you aren’t hideous so you’re going to win!”

He laughed and pulled me in for a hug at that last one. “Thank you Y/N. I wish you could be there with me tonight. I feel safe when you’re by my side.”

I pulled back and put my hand on his chest. “I’ll be there.” I said and then I pointed to the love seat in our living room. “And there watching and supporting you the whole time.” Jungkook nudged his nose against mine. “Two places at once, heart with the other?” That was what we always said to each other when we had to be apart.

“Two places at once, heart with the other.”

Later on I was sitting on the edge of my seat, popcorn bowl resting in my lap as I checked on the kernels nervously. I had no doubts that BTS would win, I was just a bit scared that if they didn’t my Kookie would be devastated. Once they announced their category I was biting my nails my leg wouldn’t stop shaking. The minute Bangtan was announced the popcorn bowl fle into the air spreading kernels across the living room but I didn’t have a care in the world. Jungkook was on stage and he had won!

I was screaming and laughing and crying and then also shushing myself to hear his speech all at the same time. I calmed myself down to listen to Namjoon’s eloquent speech as he wiped his tears. They had finished their speech and the music when I saw Jungkook maneuvering through his members to get to the mic.

“I’d just like to say thanks to my parents and family and my brother here on stage with me. I also want to thank my best friend in the whole world. Thank you for giving me strength when I was weak and faith when I had doubt. Two places at once, heart with the other.”

I let my tears flow listening to my boyfriend’s dedication to me. Jungkook walked off stage iwth the other members and was quickly taken into a tight group embrace.

When Jungkook came home that night, I had fallen asleep waiting for him on the loveseat but not before I had made him a celebratory heart shaped cheesecake which sat in my lap. He approached my unconscious figure and dipped his finger into the frosting and wiped some on my nose, stirring me awake.

Once again, I was groggy but I opened my eyes to see Jungkook tearful smiling face. “Hi,” i said, a smile taking over my face.

“Did you hear my speech?” He said scooping me up and putting me in his lap. “I heard snippets.” I said playfully. Jungkook throws his head back laughing. “I’m so proud of you,”

“I love you.” He said after a long pause staring into my tired eyes. “Just shut up and kiss me.” I said pulling his lips to mine.

A/N

Thanks for reading! In light of the Oscars I thought I’d make this award show themed. Hope you liked it! Send in a request using our prompt list or if you have an idea let us know. 

~Armygirl