Jungkook has shown that he cares about Jimin in multiple ways. He acts harsh but at the same time he would treat him with a gentleness that you would have to take a second glance and make sure it’s really him. He would go out of his way to make sure that his presence is known and that there’s someone that loves him. He knows the type of person Jimin is and takes care of him in his own way.
People think he doesn’t care but he do. Think of it like this, a boyfriend would tease you and sometimes make joke that can go too far but if someone else do it. It’s a big no, no. For example remember the time when he scolded someone that he has looked up to for the longest when they said a joke about Jimin. That someone was Namjoon and once he had taken his attention off the camera, you can hear him scolding him in the background. Mind you, Jungkook did a quick laugh for the camera but once he had taken his attention off of it. He became serious and actually scolded his hyung. Now we all know how in South Korea it’s a big deal to show respect and all but he knows Jimin is the type of person to just smile but secretly he’s affected by the comment just as much as anybody else who has a low self-esteem. At that moment it wasn’t a hyung-dosesang thing but a concern boyfriend to a friend, who knows that his boyfriend isn’t as strong as people made him out to be. Also take into consideration that he didn’t do that for anyone else. He makes fun of Jimin but would be the first to defend him.
He stated multiple times that he doesn’t share clothes. He made it apparent that he dislikes the very idea of even sharing clothes. But he made an exception. His exception is Jimin. It doesn’t count if other members takes his clothes without permission. It was caught on camera more than once with him offering his clothes and him holding it out willing for Jimin to take it. To show that it’s okay and he doesn’t mind. He doesn’t hesitate to give him(Jimin) his clothes, such as his jacket or shirt. He doesn’t care if Jimin takes his food and let’s do a mental count with how many times Jungkook has feed Jimin himself or even gave Jimin his own drinks. Let’s also remember how he handles Taehyung differently compare to Jimin. There a significant difference to how he treats them separately even though Jimin and Taehyung are both 95 liners and are both his best friends. Taehyung can’t get away with half of the stuff that Jimin does. He doesn’t rough up Jimin the way he roughs up Taehyung. He also allows Jimin to hit him, but if Taehyung does it he would push or hit him back without hesitation.
He doesn’t refer to Jimin as Jimin-hyung, which by itself is a testament to how close they are. There always the long questionable stares that he gives to Jimin as well. Plus his tendencies to stay close to Jimin. If you see Jimin, you see Jungkook and its vice verse. Don’t also forgot about the times were Jungkook would hold Jimin and would become oblivious to everything and everyone around him but Jimin. He’s doesn’t do that with anyone and even if he was to hug someone it would either be a side hug or a brief hug. While with Jimin it would take a while for him to even separated from him. He has to have a warning look given to him for him to even step back or be reminded that they’re in public. You can tell that’s he’s reluctant to even let go as he lingers around and slowly retract his arms from around him.
He’s also makes it apparent that he doesn’t want no one touching Jimin as well. He expressed his jealousy with his band members multiple times, even with Yoongi and Namjoon. He may have not done it vocally but his body language changes and his facial expression shifts. Jungkook has the habit of doing the tongue thing when he’s jealous, right? Remember when they were watching their performance with Spring day and when it came to Yoongi and Jimin part he did it.
He even moved Yoongi when he was standing besides Jimin and placed himself next to Jimin. A friend who doesn’t hold romantic feelings wouldn’t go through the trouble of even doing that because there the chance of you guys sitting next to each other or interacting at home. You guys see each other everyday and have almost the same exact schedule. Even if you guys aren’t together you guys are in a group of 7 people. Doesn’t it seem a bit odd that you only want that place besides Jimin to only be occupied by you? Which brings to the fact that they’re closer than you think beyond friendship. It was a very glaring and obvious move on his part.
There was also the time when Taehyung sat next to Jimin and Jungkook was behind them. He purposely made Taehyung leave his spot and took the seat beside Jimin himself.
Now let’s talk about back hugs. I just had to add this in here since y'all got me started.
He doesn’t do it to just anybody. He does it with Jimin. An iconic moment was at the Seoul music award when they were posing for a group picture. Once again his jealousy got the better of him once he saw J-hope and Jimin together. You can see him saying something to J-hope and out of left field he moves. While J-hope move, Jungkook went behind Jimin and completely disregarded everything around them once again and didn’t seem to care about the picture they were about to take. Jimin on the other hand may have just ignored him but he didn’t pull away. If Jimin didn’t feel comfortable he would have moved. Even if people say they fight a lot, remember they’re always back together at the end of the day and I felt that J-hope was a reminder of the fact that Jimin is a very attractive person. A person that many people have swooned over. They may have fought that day but for Jungkook to see Jimin pressed up against J-hope could have been an eye opener.
The face Jungkook made as he closed his eyes while he rested his head on Jimin’s shoulder could be interpreted as peaceful to others. But I think of it as acceptance. He accepts the fact that they fight. He accepts the fact that they aren’t perfect but most importantly he accepts the fact that he loves Jimin and would make it known that he’s a jealous man. With that it came peace as he relax with Jimin in his arms. If I’m not mistaken they posted something the same day with them smiling together. There were other moments were Jungkook would back hug Jimin, but I think the music award is a good example.
Instead of Jimin doing the chasing it’s now Jungkook. The only difference is that now the feeling is mutual. There no more hesitation.
I had just gotten out of the shower when I heard my phone ringing on my bed. It’s an unknown number. Feeling brave, I answered the call and brought the device up to my ear.
“Left before saying goodbye, did we?” Harry. His voice sounds dark. It’s deeper, and his accent thicker. I take a few seconds to calm my weak knees after hearing him speak.
“I’m sorry, I wish I could have stayed long enough to say goodbye to you guys, but I’ve still got so much to pack, and I’ve gotta put together a game plan for move-in day tomorrow.”
“I was hoping you might mention tomorrow. I was wondering if maybe you would like some help transporting your stuff so that you don’t have to make so many trips.” He was sweet, a part of my half expected that when he woke up this morning he’d be a completely different person. That maybe the alcohol was what lead to him being so kind toward me, and that it potentially wasn’t how he always acted towards people.
“That would be such a life saver, thank you, Harry.”
“ ‘s not a problem. Just text me your address, and I’ll swing by whenever you’re ready tomorrow.”
“Have a good day, love,” ‘Love.’ There go my knees again. Whenever he called me that I felt my stomach doing summersaults and I could sense how flustered it made me look and feel. The way that word rolled off of his tongue was mesmerizing. I couldn’t tell if he was trying to hint at something, or if that was just something he called every girl he spoke to.
“…Maddie, you there?” shit.
“Oh-uh-ya,-sorry, uh thank you, you too.”
“A’right, bye love.” The line went dead, but before he hung up I heard him laugh. Well, that’s not embarrassing or anything.
I try to shake it off and go back to wrapping the furniture in my room. About a week ago, my mom and I ordered a new bed for my new living space, because she wanted my bed to be here in case I ever decided to spend the night during visits. As long as he-who-shall-not-be-named was living here, though, that was highly unlikely. I am really concerned about Robin staying here. She’s too young to understand exactly what’s going on and too outsized to defend herself in any sense - verbally, physically, or otherwise – in any way.
So, being the protective big sister I have always had to be, I sat Robin down and told her what I wanted to do whenever she was in a threatening situation. And if she and Chuck were the only ones in the house, she was to lock the door in my old room, and inside my old bathroom. It wasn’t fullproof but it was enough to at least slightly settle my nerves. When I decided it was time to have a chat with my mom regarding the mansion, she told me that Niall had said on record that he didn’t want us to pay for anything, which made me feel like utter crap because that house is anything but cheap. I am hopeful that I can find a way to make it up to him, and all of the ‘lads’ for that matter after what they’ve so generously provided me.
It was noon the next day when a black Range Rover pulled into the driveway. When it’s door swung open, out stepped none other than Harry Styles. His navy beanie had tucked away all the long curls residing atop his head, with small tufts poking out in the front. He clearly dressed for today’s wind, because he had on a soft army green jacket over his red t-shirt. I’m pretty sure his favorite thing to wear are skinny jeans, seeing as he is wearing another pair right now- these being a dark shade of denim. His outfit was completed by the slightly distressed brown boots that ended at his ankles. He seems to wear those style shoes a lot as well. I wish so badly that I could say he didn’t look good, but that’d be a lie. Every time I had seen him so far he and his sense of style had taken my breath away, which was a dangerous thought because it only drew me to him more.
I rushed down the steps and opened the door, ushering him inside.
He pulled me in for a quick hug with one arm, bidding me a quick good afternoon before we headed out to the garage and got my new bed which was delivered in a box. We loaded up my mom’s car as much as we could, which surprising only left a few boxes to be packed into Harry’s car. We were back in my room grabbing the last of the boxes when I heard a little knock on my door startling both Harry and myself. We whipped our heads in the direction of the noise.
“Can I help?” Robin beamed up at me. Her thick hair was pulled into two large French braids that I recognized as our mother’s work.
“Do you think you can handle it little bird? This box is reaalllly heavy?” I held up the lightest box up, knowing she could carry it, but the look on her face when she felt strong was worth it.
“Yes! I am a strong independent woman,” she nodded proudly and marched forward, toward me while Harry silently laughed.
“Oh, Harry this is my little sister, Robin. Little bird this is my…” shit what do I call him, “my housemate Harry.” His face faltered slightly at my statement but nevertheless, he kneeled down and held out a hand for Robin to shake.
“Nice to meet you, Robin” he smiled brightly at her with those cute dimples coming into play. She stares at his hand before slowly reaching out and shaking it.
“Are you sure he’s Irish?” she squints at me in a questioning manner, “aren’t Irish people short, and don’t they wear green?”
“Oh my gosh, Robin, okay, one - my…partner is Niall, and two - this is Harry - I met him because he’s friends with Niall.” She looks back over to Harry.
“Hi,” he waves with a laugh, staying squatted down to her level seemingly nervous from her staring.
“I like your hat.” She pokes it.
“Thank you, I like your hair” he wiggles both braids in his hands.
“I like him,” she turns back to me and smiles, making me roll my eyes.
“Alright little bird, let’s get these last boxes in the car.” She nods and grabs the box I assigned her and walks off.
“At least one of you likes me,” Harry scoffs. My eyes almost fly out of their sockets.
“ ‘He’s my housemate’ ” he says in a girl’s voice, “ ‘I know him ‘cause of Niall’…” there’s a brief, sad pause, “do you…not wanna be friends?”
“What? No, Harry of course I do!” he smiles at my statement. I stand there unsure of what to do, so I fidget with my fingers.
“Can I ask you something?”
“You just did,” I joke and turn around. He quickly grabs my right arm and whips me back around so fast that I bump into his chest.
“Sorry,” I push myself off of him gently. I return to fidgeting once more.
“Why are you so nervous around me?” his eyes are filled with curiosity, but he’s smiling slightly, with his dimples on display again.
“I’m sorry, I’ve just…I’ve never actually had a friend before,” I confess.
“Oh,” he looks surprised. “Well, in that case, I’m honored to be your first” he turns around with a dopey smile and grabs the box, exiting my room. I follow suit and walk behind him while he marches like Robin did. When we meet Robin at the front door, she’s tapping her foot impatiently. This kid I swear.
Placing the three boxes in the back of Harry’s car, he reaches up and closes the trunk.
“I think that’s everything,” I sigh.
“Can we play outside one last time before you go?” she pouted up at me. It felt kind of strange having another soul present when she asked me that question, but strange in a good way. It had always been just me and my little bird of a sister against the world.
“I don’t know little bird…” I glance over to Harry. He’s probably going to think it’s lame.
“Pleeaaaaase Maddie? Harry can play too.”
“What game do you want us to play, Robin?” I raise an eyebrow.
“Tag,” she smiles wickedly. She know’s I hate running.
“Aw come on, Maddie, don’t say no just because you’re gonna lose.” He shakes his head.
“Yeah!” Robin nods, secretly fist-bumping Harry. She thinks I don’t see it but I do, and he gives it away with his adorable smile. I stand there with my mouth agape and stare at both of them as if I am offended.
“Alright, fine. You’re on.” I start walking towards the house, and tap Harry’s shoulder smugly, “You’re it!” I sprint through the house into the backyard, with Robin, Harry chasing after us shortly behind.
The crisp, windy air was filled with the sounds of laughter and feet hitting grass as we all took turns chasing each other. I had finally caught up to Maddie when we reached the backyard, so she was “it again.” Once she tagged Robin I decided to go easy with my speed, wanting to put a smile on her face before Maddie and I have to leave. We were all spread out amongst the various different flowers in the garden, without a single worry in the world. The only problem was that I was starting to grow very fond of Maddie, and that was something to worry about. So when Robin caught me, I immediately threw myself in Maddie’s direction.
When I caught up to her, I threw her off guard by wrapping my arms around her from the back and swinging her around. She blessed our ears with the beautiful sound of her laughing before I gently placed her back on her two feet, and she turned around to face me. The smile on her face was so radiant, that it felt like it was eclipsed when she realized our close proximity, and her face turned serious. I wanted nothing more than to lean in and press my lips against her there in that moment. So badly it almost felt painful.
The only sound that could be heard was the both of us trying to catch our breath. We just stood there, and all I could do was stare at her beautiful blue-green eyes. Trying to push aside how I longed to reach out and kiss her, I threw myself backward onto the ground, acting tired, and heard laughter emitting both her and Robin.
She was a sweet creature, Maddie’s sister. A lot like Maddie in that very sense. Maddie is by far one of the sweetest people I have ever met.
“You find my death amusing?” I said between breaths. Maddie doesn’t say anything, but she lies down next to me on the ground and turns her head to look at me. And just like that, with the simplest of her gestures, I wanted to get to know Maddie Parker, and that was a very dangerous thought.
((Hi it's Cam Boy Garroth Anon. Again.)) Okay so imagine Laurance getting the laundry and he found a crop top that had the word "slut" on it thinking "Who in our household would own this?!" I'm sorry, but I love Cam Boy Garroth. Sorry if I'm bothering you...
It would take him -3 seconds to realize it was Garroth’s
holt sibling headcanon: matt and pidge routinely compete to see who can solve a Rubik’s cube in the least amount of time. matt’s the winner so far, it takes him about 30 seconds and pidge is forever in agony bc of it
everyone loves this moment and I do to. It’s perfectly delivered, perfectly set up and its a perfect conclusion to this whole jailbreak. Lance gets his chance to shine and save the day. So - can talk about the fact that - Shiro lets him.
I’ve already talked about how, if shit suddenly hits the fan, Shiro’s first response is action. Someone else talked in their post about how he tends to leap in ahead of the others, even when one of the others might be more suited, simply because he has a meat-shield complex. This is a split second moment. They’ve got a chance for one attempt and one alone and if it fails, they’re going to have to go back in and do this the very, very hard way. Shiro sees what’s happening. He has a jet pack. He’s capable of reacting and throwing himself into things and its his nature to. But.
But Lance says he’s got this - and Shiro stays put. Let’s talk about the level of trust in Lance, the level of faith in Lance’s competency, the fact that Shiro listens to Lanceand accepts his assessment that this moment holds. They’ve got one chance to do this right - and Shiro trusts Lance enough to let him take that chance. He does it without a seconds hesitation. He doesn’t say ‘are you sure?’, he doesn’t head back in in case Lance misses. He stays put and let’s Lance do his thing, no backup plan or safety net in place. No matter how Lance may see himself, Shiro very obviously proves here that he sees Lance as a competent and important part of the team and trusts him and his judgement in a time of crisis without hesitation. Can we please put to rest the fanon interpretation that Shiro ignores or belittles Lance’s place as a member of Team Voltron. Shiro listened to Lances judgement call and trusted him to make it.
Not only is this a great character development for Hunk and Keith’s relationship, which as you recall got shaky when Keith didn’t want to go save Allura in Season 1.
But the meaning behind Hunk’s words.
“I think turning Galra has made you a better human.”
Up till this point, Keith was doing just that. Trying to be human. He was secretive, overly protective and tough skinned. He obviously didn’t want to share his own insecurities.
When they find out Keith is Galra, that’s when they saw the human side of Keith. His fears, his dedication to the others, his humor. He gave up his family to accept another family.
This quote is so so important. Because it’s true.
So it’ll be interesting then, to see if Keith can keep this balance. Especially since this scene also brings up an interesting question.
When Hunk is staring at Keith, he responds almost affronted.
“Are you looking to see if I’m Purple??” (A little help here, can anyone tell me where this is in which episode??)
EDIT (I found it):
Yep, that’s right, Keith’s Galra form.
As we remember in season one, when Keith came into direct contact with pure quintessence, we saw this. His hand turns purple.
Hunk looks for that purple skin, and Keith just shrugs it off. Almost scathingly. Like how could Hunk even think of such a thing. When we all know it is a thing. We saw his hand turn purple. And his fear of it.
When Haggar hits Voltron with the pure quintessence at the end of Season two, we see a bunch of close up shots on all the paladin’s faces.
Except Keith. We only see him from the behind. It takes a few seconds before we do see Keith’s face again, and he appears fine.
But why? Why couldn’t we have seen Keith right away like the others?
You all know where I’m going with this. Because Keith does have a Galran form. We just haven’t seen it to it’s full extent, and I don’t believe Keith has either. Yes, he’s been suspicious, but for the way he acts, he hasn’t seen himself yet in full Galran form.
So I believe we’re going to see Keith getting defensive. Now that he has become more Human, I think he’s going to fight to keep it like that. He isn’t ready to accept he is more Galra than just blood.
As somebody who knows a blind-from-birth person, it’s kinda pissing me off that people are acting like the Doctor going blind is tragic. It might suck for him for awhile because he’s not used to living that way, but ffs if he’s taught how to do things the blind way as opposed to the sighted way and borrowed other people to be his eyes when vision is necessary then not much would have to change.
If the Doctor can memorize a map in a few seconds, I doubt it’d take him long to learn just about every form of Braille or raised reading material for blind people all over the universe.
Imagine if the TARDIS made him a sonic white cane that could do all the cool stuff his sonic screwdriver could do and more. Imagine it having a “homing” signal where the cane will gently tug him back to the TARDIS if there’s danger or if he gets ‘lost’ on an adventure. (And imagine him having to resist it and be all “be quiet, you!”)
Disability doesn’t have to be tragic, y’all.
–posted by an autistic person who headcanons the Doctor as autistic.
She walks into English fifteen minutes late, wearing both a deeply unflattering smock and a scowl. Neither are an especially new look on her.
“Vector,” she says under her breath, as an answer to Mary McDonald’s unspoken question. It’s the answer to every question in the room. Ms Vector is notorious among them all for her very strict adherence to the school’s dress code.
“Yes, Miss Evans’ entrance was very exciting, but I’ll have your attention back to the lesson now, please,” says Ms McGonagall. James snaps back to attention. It’s for the best.
“Here,” James says, shrugging off his jacket and thrusting it toward Lily. She gives him this look like, fuck off, and James has to bite his tongue to stop from aggravating her. “They’re doing uniform checks up the hall. Just put it on.”
Evans gives him a very strange look, and it takes him a second to realise that it’s neutral.
She looks good in his jacket.
Every third dress code violation results in a lunch time detention. It’s only October, and Lily’s already had six. She doesn’t look at James as she takes the seat three ahead and one to the left of him.
There’s a thump from somewhere in the back of the classroom, and McGonagall isn’t planning on looking up - it sounds like it came from the general vicinity of Potter and Black, and that’s certainly not a situation she wants to engage with - but the entire class is already turned around to see what the fuss is.
She strides down the aisle between the desks, and is about three years past surprised to find James Potter lying on the floor, gazing at the ceiling, glasses knocked aside.
“Am I boring you so much that you decided to take a nap?” she asks, and James gives this wicked smile, and here we go–
“Sorry, Miss, I can’t get up. It’s Evans’ shoulders - they’re overwhelming me. I simply can’t do anything until she covers them up. Sirius, tell me when it’s safe.”
He’s a funny boy, she’ll give him that. “Potter, get up. This is hardly the time for foolishness.”
Summary: This is pure, multi-orgasmic porn with Dean. Enjoy.
Warning: smut, overstimulation (sort of)
Word Count: 1600ish
A/N: Just felt like writing some Dean porn. No plot here, lol. XOXO
Dean’s moving at just the right pace.
It’s the ‘you aren’t quite at the orgasm yet, but this will get you there soon’ pace. The slow and steady pace that’s more about going deep and hitting all the right spots that being hard or wild. The pace that makes you shake and sweat like your body is totally under Dean’s control now.