27. what is a piece of advice you have for young / baby gays
For the young and baby gays? I would say, try as hard as you can to remember that you are young and a baby. When I was sixteen, I felt this overwhelming pressure to figure out who I was instantly, because sixteen felt like mid-life, and I felt like it was time for me to openly state who I am. I actually told my mum I was bi, because I felt like I needed a label to wear, even if it didn’t quite fit. It would have saved me a lot of stress and explanation time to wait a few years, listen carefully to my own self, and make declarative statements about my identity when I felt more ready.
I know this doesn’t work for everyone. I know that some people feel uncomfortable not having a banner to wave over themselves to let others know who they are, and I totally get that. Just know, there is no hurry. You have time. Take a deep breath, it can wait as long as you, personally, want it to.
14. what is a piece of advice you would give to your younger self
Start working on loving yourself in the stage you’re in. And stop whining, you are living a blessed goddamn life, and frankly, all the complaining is obnoxious. AND JUST TELL COLE THAT YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON HIM, FOR FUCK’S SAKE.
- There are all types of love in this world but never the same love twice
- Her philosophy is carpe diem for herself and laissez-faire for others
- Personality is an unbroken series of sucessful gestures
- It was only a sunny smile, and little it costs in the giving, but like morning light scattered the night and made the day worth living
- The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want
- So we’ll just let things take their course, and never be sorry
- I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go
- It was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life
- It’s not a slam at you when people are rude. It’s a slam at the people they’ve met before
- I don’t ask you to love me always like this, but I want you to remember. Somewhere inside of me there will always be the person I am tonight
- I wish I have done everything on earth with you
- Things are sweeter when they’re lost, I know because I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted, and when I got it, it turned to dust in my hand
- Our lives are defined by opportunities, even the ones we miss
- I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you find the strength to start all over again
- There are only the pursued, pursuing, the busy and the tired
- The loniest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly
- A woman should be able to kiss a man beautifully and romantically without any desire to be either his wife or his mistress
- And in the end, we were only humans… drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness
- For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be
- Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall
- Everybody’s youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness
- The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function
- It’s funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same, even smells the same. You realize what’s changed is you
- Live the full life of mind, exhilarated by new ideas, intoxicated by the romance of unusual
- Life is essentially a cheat and its conditions are those of defeat: the redeeming things are not happiness and pleasure, but the deep satisfactions that come out of struggle
- I’m a romantic: a sentimental person thinks things will last, a romantic person hopes against hope that they won’t
- You are the finest, loveliest, tanderest and most beautiful person I have ever known - and even that is an understandment
- There’s something between us; a sort of pull. Something you always do to me and I to you
- Living your life is a task so difficult, it has never been attempted before
- Why don’t you tell me that “if the girl had been worth having she’d have waited for you?” No, sir. The girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody
- Genious is the ability to put into effect what is in your mind
- Nothing is beneath you if it is in the direction of your life
was invented just to make girls starve so they can fit in a dress and
compete over a stupid title.”
–” Derek blinks, eyes his sister dubiously, “I’m not a girl?”
the kitchen Laura bursts out laughing. “Don’t worry.” She yells.
“Cora is just jealous she will have to wait five
years to go to her own prom.”
not going!” Cora yells back. “Prom is stupid, I don’t even know
why you’re going,” she tells Derek, “it’s not like you know how
to have fun.”
raises an eyebrow while Laura just laughs harder. “Oh my god.”
Their older sister says. “I stay away for six months and Cora turns
into a sassy queen.” She walks into the living room, pretends to
wipe at her eyes. “I’m so
two are ridiculous.” Derek says, turning around. “And I’m just
going because Erica promised to pay me. With ice cream.” Then he
gives Cora a wicked smile. “That I’m not going to share with either
are the worst brother!” Cora yells as he begins to climb the
stairs. “And I hope you fall on your ass while trying
hear you!” Derek’s cell begins to ring. “Too busy getting ready
Laura lets out a high-pitched laughter. “I love you two so much.”
Derek shakes his head fondly, closes his bedroom door behind himself
just as Cora tells Laura to shut up. “Hey.” He answers the phone,
collapsing on his bed. “What’s up?”
Stiles answers, “whatcha doing?”
to my sisters fight.” He says, snorting when he hears his dad start
complaining about all the yelling and ‘no, Cora, I’m not letting you
go to prom, you’re thirteen!’.
“I’m gonna have to check the trunk of my car tomorrow night.”
laughs. “She’s not that
you keep teaching her, she will be.” Derek blurts out, curses
himself mentally when he realizes it came out harsher than he
It’s just – sometimes he can’t help it. He’s known Stiles since
they were four, Cora wasn’t even born then, but one day she turned
eleven and Stiles became her new favorite person. Stiles couldn’t
find it funnier and took Cora as his little apprentice. He even
taught her how to cheat on Mario Kart.
never taught Derek that.
Derek rolls his eyes, thinks about his little sister still downstairs
pouting and trying to convince their dad that she’s old enough to go
out. He shouldn’t be jealous of her, but the thing is – he grew up
with two sisters, he knows how to share toys and food, but he doesn’t
know how to share Stiles.
It’s a common saying among Stiles’ friends that he doesn’t have a lot of
dignity. To be perfectly honest, Stiles agrees with them (as much as he argues
against the point whenever they bring it up).
But this is probably a new low.
Well, not new-new, because this is into the fourth week of the habit
and if he was a better person, he’d have stopped by now. He’s not a better
person in this instance, but he’s made peace with it.
‘It’ being watching his stubbled neighbour jog past his place every morning
in sweatpants and obviously non-supportive underwear. There’s a lot of movement
down there. A lot.
“I mean, with that much jiggle, he’s gotta know, right?” Stiles asks his
window pane, behind which he’s fake writing on his laptop.
They’re not quite neighbours, there’s about half a block between them for
which Stiles’ sanity is thankful. Otherwise who knows what ludicrous amateur
spying would have occurred.
As it is, he is very thankful he accidentally set his alarm for five am two
(it was four) mornings in a row, because now he knows that this is a morning
ritual for his neighbour.
Today hot neighbour is wearing the cut off, grey sweats. They’re a personal
favourite of Stiles’ (better than the dark blue ones, which make it harder to
see) because it means not only can he get a clear view of his neighbour’s dick
as it swings forward against the fabric, but also his sweaty, perfectly muscled
Stiles sighs out and bangs his head once against the window pane, a small
punishment that is also part of the routine.
What is not part of the routine, is hot neighbour looking into Stiles’
window, and seeing Stiles’ face smooshed against the glass, after which he
trips, possibly in disgust, or just simple distraction.
Stiles’ first reaction is to panic. He pushes his chair back from the desk and
slams his laptop closed.
His second reaction is that he should call someone to come help.
His third reaction is to realise that, hold on, he can go and help.
Stiles rushes out his front door and into the chilly morning air.
The thing about Damianos Akielos is that he is a Hot Commodity. There’s probably a 30 page waiting list out there of people who want a chance to date him. The only problem is that since the age of fourteen, he’s never been single for more than a week. A week!
“He sounds great,” the bartender says, polishing a glass. Laurent realises that he’s been speaking out loud. He is drunk. He also realises that this bartender - Rick, or Mick, or Mike, or whatever his nametag says, words are a little blurry at this point - doesn’t realise the magnitude of the situation at hand.
Dean watched as Castiel looked up from his book with his eyebrows pinched together.
“No.” A pause. “Why do you ask?”
“Garth texted me. Apparently there’s one in town that he went to yesterday and he’s obsessed. He said she really knows her stuff.”
Castiel raised an eyebrow before returning his attention to the textbook he had sprawled across their kitchen counter, so he could eat and study at the same time - a sight that was not all that uncommon in their apartment.
“Psychics don’t exists, Dean,” he said, matter-of-factly, as he turned the page. “People who claim to be psychic are scammers hoping to draw in the desperate or the gullible. Garth is the latter, I’m afraid.”
“Hey, he’s not -”
“Remember when Gabriel told him that stop signs with a white rim around them were optional?”
Dean rolled his eyes and pulled out a stool on the opposite side of the counter from his roommate.
“Duh, Cas. I know that they aren’t legit. Everyone does. But at the very least they’re supposed to be super good at reading people and then you essentially pay them to tell you what their first impression of you is.”
A small smile crept its way across Castiel’s face.
“I could tell you that for free, you know.”
Dean flipped him off as he got up and pulled out an apple from the refrigerator, not even bothering to look back as he did so.
“Whatever. I think it could be kind of cool.”
“Then by all means…” Castiel wrote something down in a notepad and flipped to the next page. “I think you should do it. I have free time tomorrow if you’d like to find this psychic then.”
Dean tossed the apple between his hands.
“You’d come with me?”
“Of course. I would never miss the opportunity to witness someone predicting your death.”
We all know that, Jon, is a sweet ball of fluff. So I’m just sitting here wondering, if he’s soooo in love with Miss D., where the hell is the sweetness and the tenderness he’s shown Sansa for the past 2 seasons? Where is the sweetness and tenderness and closeness with Miss D.?
NOWHERE to be bloody seen.
All of Sansa’s and Jon’s scenes, some of them even when they’re apart, had romantic tropes in them, all of them, so if Miss D. and Jon are supposed to be this big romance, where the hell are the romantic tropes, did they happen off screen, or something? 🤷♀️😂
They could’ve had Jon compliment Miss D’s dress, since she changed outfits pretty much every episode, but nope, they could’ve showed him jealous of Jorah, and possessive towards Miss D., but nope they didn’t, he didn’t laugh with Miss D., not even ONCE, he’s not triggered and is totally unbothered by Miss D. hugging Jorah, same thing when Jorah kissing her hands, like he is bothered by every man who mentions Sansa, they don’t even need to touch her, just say her name, and he goes in angry kitten mode, but for Miss D. who he is supposedly MADLY in love with, NOTHING. They could’ve had Miss D. give him/offer him a lighter cloak, since his furr one, from Sansa, is clearly way too heavy for Dragonstone, they could’ve shown him ditching Sansa’s cloak for the one Miss D. had given him but nope, they could’ve brought Miss D. up, in the conversation between Jon and Jorah in the wight hunt, but NOPE.
So many missed opportunities, I wonder why 🤔🙃
I asked a friend who doesn’t ship neither Jonsa nor J*nerys, and they said this:
“The way they shot Jon’s and Sansa’s scenes, the sweet moments, the dialogue, the awkwardness between them, I can see why you ship them, I must admit they are, really cute together. (He ships Arya with Gendry and Brienne and Jaimie, thos are his only ships on GoT, the other ships are just meh to him 🙈🤷♀️😂)
Jon and Miss D. on the other hand? Dragonstone has been boring af, the scenes between J and D were pretty bland and dull, if you ask me. IF, I had to choose between the two ships, I’d definitely choose Jonsa, because the dynamic between them is amazing, they have a strong foundation, they have a strong bond, and they are happy around eachother, whilst Jon looked miserable in Dragonstone, and around Dany, who kept shoving “Bend the knee” down his throat at any chance, and he couldn’t wait to leave in episode 5.
Their scenes were boring and just, off, if they meant to show them fall in love, they failed miserably, they did such a great job with Jon abd Sansa, and I don’t even know if they mean to have them end up together, but Jon and Miss D. as a couple, have no depth at all, because the communication, at least to me seemed one sided. They should’ve shot their scenes, the same way they shot Jon’s and Sansa’s, had they done that, they might’ve convinced me, because I’m just not feeling it, at all. I still don’t ship neither, but yeah, Jonsa would be my choice, Jon and Miss D. feel way too forced, sudden and way too rushed, on Jon’s part at least, and that’s all I have to say about this.”
100% agree with what he said. 👌🙃
Below I’ll list a few quotes and a few scenes, which should not have been in the show, if D&D meant to make us believe their relationship was platonic, and was meant to stay that way.
“New dress? […] Yeah, it’s… I like the wolf bit”
“I will never let him TOUCH you again, I’ll protect you, I promise.”
“If I fall don’t bring me back.” (couldnt find a gif for this one sorry) which translates to, she’s the one who gave me purpose again, she’s the one I’m fighting for, I don’t want to come back into a world, where she is gone, where she killed herself, because I couldn’t keep her safe, because I lost, because I failed her. Let me stay dead, I couldn’t live with myself. 😢 And if, that, is not REAL, powerful LOVE, then I don’t know what is.
I want to start a new tradition/challenge with “Animal Crossing: New Leaf”: a time capsule challenge.
Mitzi asked me to go find her time capsule last night, and it occurred to me that I have been missing some great time capsule opportunities for myself.
That’s what I encourage you all to do now, too!
The rules are easy to follow, and you can do this however you’d like. There’s more than one way to recreate the memories.
Find an item that brings back memories or that you cherish a lot.
Wrap the gift in wrapping paper.
Go to a remote place in town - that also won’t be disrupted by possible villagers moving in (like the beach), or maybe even the island instead - and bury the wrapped gift.
Write your future self a letter with either a kind message, an inspirational quote, or really whatever you’d like.
Ask Pelly or Phyllis to set it for a specific date in the future.
Add that date to your calendar app, daily planner or wherever you keep your future events visible.
When it’s time to find your capsule and open your letter, post pictures about it! (I feel like using the tag “ac time capsule challenge” in your post would be awesome.)
There isn’t a “right” or “wrong” to the amount of time you give for a capsule, same as there isn’t a right or wrong way to even do this. I set mine for 2 months for this first time capsule. Perhaps you’d rather wait a year? It’s up to you!
I hope you’ll join this challenge. It could be really fun.
With the reappearance of an old, best friend to my town, it’s brought back a lot of memories. So I’ve written myself a special message, with words of encouragement, and wrapped and buried an item that reminds me of the old days.
I was patiently waiting for Taehyung’s arrival, and in the mean time I had changed into a black oversized hoodie which hid my baby bump completely. I didn’t want to let him see just yet, there were a few things I needed to confirm. A few things that I needed to know before I could make the decision to let him know.
My doorbell sounded, and I took that as a signal to prepare myself before opening the door. Once I had opened the door, I looked him in the eyes momentarily before gesturing him in. For the first time in so long I finally got to see him again. Aside from his hair colour and style, he hasn’t changed one bit, he’s still as handsome as ever, his eyelids still slightly uneven - but I’ve always loved his eyes. We just stood there in the hallway not knowing what to do, until I plucked up the courage to finally say.
Summary: When Hollywood’s heartthrob Bucky Barnes breaks up with his girlfriend, you jokingly tag him in a selfie on Instagram to express your desire to date him. What you don’t expect is a response from the man himself [Modern AU].
Well, it’s that time of year again. School is just around the corner. In about a month, you’ll be starting your first official year as a college student! Let’s be real, you’re probably feeling some weird combination of terrified, excited, nauseous, and strangely independent, all of which is very confusing (as if moving, starting at a new school, and meeting 5000 new people in one day isn’t confusing enough). So, what can we do about this weird combination of feelings?
Well, for one, I can offer you some sage wisdom (or something like that). You see, not only is this about to be my fourth (count ‘em, fourth) rodeo, but I specialize in helping incoming freshmen. I spent a year and a half as an RA, and I’ve spent the past year as an ambassador for my college of engineering, literally having the sole purpose of helping incoming and existing freshmen learn the ropes.
So, buckle up, because (and this is a long one, folks) here are Sam’s 20 pieces of advice:
Make sure you have almost everything you’ll need for your dorm. Keep in mind that wherever you’re going will have stores, a fact your parents will point out multiple times, but also remind them that people will be coming from far away places, and they should get first dibs at the Wal-Mart shower caddies. (exception: if you are the one coming from a far away place)
Play tetris with your stuff before the morning you move. Chances are you have a lot of junk, so don’t try to figure out how to make it all fit in the back of your hatchback the morning you head to school. Take some time in the days leading up to the move to make sure you have boxes that will actually fit in the back of your car.
On the same note, don’t overpack. You need a lot less stuff than you think you do, I promise.
Know that everyone is just as terrified/excited/nauseous/independent/confused as you are. You aren’t alone in this one. Which is strangely comforting.
Once you get there, take note of what your RA actually looks like. I noticed this with my own residents, that even though I did their check in or filled out their paperwork, they didn’t realize I was the RA until about two weeks in. If you’re not sure who they are, or if they’re even an RA, let alone yours, just ask them. Once you figure out which one belongs to you, memorize their face so you know who to go to for help.
Keep an open mind. Whether you’re meeting your new roommates for the first time or you were mildly concerned by your new neighbor across the hall, don’t make any opinions about anyone before you give them at least a week. Everyone is still figuring everything out, just like you, so don’t be too quick to judge.
Let your parents/guardians/grown ups clean your room when you get there. They may not want to, but if they’re anything like my mother, they’ll only say they don’t want to and then start vacuuming and wiping down every surface they can find. Don’t try to stop them, just let it happen. They’re nesting for their little chick and it’s helping them feel better about abandoning you in a strange place.
Don’t eat dinner alone in your room your first night. You don’t necessarily have to go out anywhere, you can eat Easy Mac, but see if your RA has anything planned or if there’s anything happening on campus. If not, take your Easy Mac or freezer dinner to the lounge and see who’s around.
Introduce yourself to as many people as possible. It is perfectly valid to not remember their name during the first week, and this is one of the few times in your life it will be socially acceptable to ask everyone to remind you of their name 3 times in a row. But even if you can’t remember their name, you’ll recognize their face and feel more comfortable approaching them if you see them around campus.
Find something that you’re passionate about and join a club or organization. I always tell my freshmen residents, as well as any incoming freshman I take on a tour to find at least two things they’re extremely passionate about. Find something within your college, like a professional society for your major, but also find something else. Whether that’s an intramural team or a hobby club (my favorites on our campus are the Lumberjack Club and the Cat Club), find what makes you happy and can give you a break from all of your classes. Now, keep i mind that you can join more than two clubs or organizations, but practice some moderation here. You don’t want to overextend yourself. You’re still trying to figure out where the nearest bathroom is from all your classes, you don’t need to try to conquer campus.
Befriend an upperclassman. Preferably one in your major, but any will work just fine. What you’re looking for here is someone you feel comfortable asking weird questions to, like “SOS, I’m so lost where do I go from here,” or “Wait, which building was it where I can’t take the front stairs?” Also, they’ll usually have material from whatever classes you’re taking that they will be willing to pass on to you.
Don’t put stuff off. It may not seem like a lot, but it definitely piles up. This applies to homework, joining that club, talking to that cute kid in your class, or confronting someone about that thing that upset you. Just shut up and do it.
The only people you should worry about impressing are your parents and yourself. Make them proud, and make yourself proud, and you will have accomplished everything you should have set out to do during your time in college. Your GPA does not define you. It’s just a number.
If the people you meet at orientation don’t become your BFFs, it’s not the end of the world. You have so much time ahead of you to meet the people that will stay in your life for years to come, so don’t stress about meeting them now.
Be aware of those around you. For most of you, this will be your first time sharing a bedroom with another human, so be aware that they have lives and feelings, too. No one needs to hear you fornicating at 3 am. Also think about the other people in classes with you. Be respectful of not only your time, but the time of those around you as well.
Learn how to bake awesome cookies. Everyone will love you. Note: any baked goods will suffice.
Call home every now and then. Your family wants to hear from you and make sure you’re still alive and feeding yourself properly, so check in every now and then.
DO NOT go home your first two weeks of college. You’ll be homesick, and that’s normal and expected, but I promise you that it will only be worse if you give in and go home. Besides, you’ll miss out on all sorts of opportunities to meet new people and get plugged in on campus.
You might fail your first exam and that is just fine. I literally got a 22% on the first exam I ever took in college, and they’ve let me stick around for 3 whole years. College is different than high school, and the grades may be lower than you’ve been used to. Just power through and keep working hard and everything will be just fine.
Ask for help if you need it. I don’t care what kind of help you need, but you can’t get it unless you ask for it. Whether it’s in your personal life or class, there is a human who exists for the sole purpose of helping you through anything you’ve got going on, so call your mom, approach your RA, go to your professor’s office hours. The resources are there, you just need to know where to look for them.
Now that you’ve read this, get off Tumblr and go introduce yourself to someone new (unless you aren’t on campus yet, in which case, keep doing what you’re doing).
Alrighty, that’s all I’ve got for now. Good luck to all of you, you’re going to rock the socks of your freshman year. Let me know how it goes!
It was a day like any other for you and your group, except that for the first time you got out of the car with your boyfriend.
Now it’s been months that the media knew of your relationship, but you never appeared at a public event together. Not if that event were the Gayo Daejun, so important to shake your legs just at the thought.
“Y/N, breathe. You look like you’re about to die. ”
“Sorry, sorry… It’s that I’m afraid. ”
“Of what? You look beautiful tonight. “He murmured in a tone almost flatterer, winking at you;” Indeed… you’re even too beautiful and sexy. “ He added, biting his lower lip with malice, bursting out laughing because of your gaze.
You bowed your head your own thighs, covered by the black fabric of the dress you were wearing and you bit your tongue not to answer them in kind.
Yoongi loved to tease you like that and you couldn’t ever figure out how to react. Indeed that night he was even more upbeat than usual, and your hands clasped seemed glued together.
“Yoongi, we’re here.”
"Let go of my hand..” You hummed looking out the window, knowing that the cars behind you hosted yours and his friends.
Yoongi’s gaze slid mischievous on your body, shaking his head and then opening the car’s door. The blue suit he wore that night was so good that for a moment you have enchanted by his beauty.
Only his delicate touch on your hand brought you awaken and like a gentleman he was holding your hand and helped you get off the car.
Immediately he laid his hand on your hips as you approach him without leaving even one centimeter of space between your two bodies. Even with heels, you were lower than him, your meter and fifty had never been a problem for you, and his presence at your side could totally brighten you up.
“I repeat… you’re too beautiful tonight, ” He whispered into your ear, gently touching your skin with the tip of his nose.
His hot breath stroked your neck and a thrill ran through your back, but with your great effort, you got to not let go any moans from your lips.
“THERE, THERE!!” your best friend, as well as bandmates, yelled, getting you two and giving a loud kiss onto your cheek.
You greeted them all with a huge smile and a bow, addressed to the other members of BTS because anyway they were your sunbeam and respect was really important.
Finally, you began to walk along the velvet carpet laid out for the occasion, you along side Yoongi while the others were in front of you.
The smile didn’t leave for a second your lips and Yoongi loved to see you so happy. And for one night, he decided to be what usually he was into intimacy with you, because he knew that somehow it was what you wanted.
He stopped, making stop you too, in front of some photographers and holding his hand firmly on your side began to greet them, allowing them to take pictures of you two.
“YOONGI, YOU TWO LOOK BEAUTIFUL TONIGHT!” Shouted one of the photographers, making you blush completely.
“Isn’t it? But I think she’s the most beautiful of the two tonight. Although I admit that jealousy is eating me alive. ”
His answer made all of them burst out laughing and you could both do but remain silent, completely surprised by his behavior.
It was an idea of your manager to get together at the party, by pure publicity, but he seemed to enjoy the moment.
“Can you kiss her for us? Your photos together are what everyone is calling for! ”
“N–” you were to answer when his hand leaned against the back of your neck, making you turn toward him.
His lips were on your moments later. They were hot, though the temperature that night, and immediately began to ask to yours to blend in with them. Despite the surprise, you began to reciprocate that kiss that wasn’t innocent, but passionate as those exchanged in the privacy of your bedroom.
Your legs shuddered and when he moved slightly away from your lips he had to hold you up because that kiss had been a real act of betrayal.
“Are you okay babe?” He asked with a small amused smile.
“N-No..” You whispered with the voice hoarse with emotion.
He winked, waved at the photographers, still in total turmoil, and joined his friends, who were waiting at the entrance of the huge building that hosted the event.
“Did you have to kill her in that way?” Hoseok asked, chuckling delightedly.
“I love to kiss her. Why hold me? ” He replied and you raised your eyes to heaven, even if oddly you loved the Yoongi of that night.
The evening was continued with joy, all the performances were great and Yoongi never missed an opportunity to show you to the cameras. Hugs, stolen kisses, his hands always in contact with your skin, the whispers into your ear. He never missed an opportunity of touching you and show some pda in public.
He was incredibly proud to say to be your boyfriend and that left you bewildered. The private Yoongi, the guy you loved for almost a year, was another person that night.
“Yoongi… are you okay? ”
“You’re all … Skinship and public displays of affection. ” You point out, while his smile widened and his hand ended up on your shoulders, discovered due to the cut of the dress.
“Don’t you like it?”
“Obviously.. But you’ve never been that way. ”
“True.. But you’re so and for tonight I want to make you happy. ” He murmured and the sincerity of his words struck you completely, threatening to make you cry.
You leaned gently your hand on his cheek, moving towards to him and touching his lips with yours. You didn’t care that others look at you or took a photo, you just wanted to kiss him.
“I wanted to kiss you, that’s all.”
Y/F/N continued to yell into your ear, as she attempted to reach the notes only Jimin seemed able to reach, while with a huge smile you observed the performance of the BTS.
Performance that ended too soon for your tastes, but fortunately they didn’t send them off the stage but the two MC began talking with them and ask what they had in store for their fans.
“Yoongi, tonight you’re here with your girlfriend, right?” Baekhyun asked, provoking you another wave of embarrassment. Hide behind your friends was unnecessary because the lights were already focused on you and the only thing you could do was greet the cameras and smiling.
“Yes, we’re here together Sunbae.”
“You get along well! Your secret?? ”
“Be in love.” Yoongi hummed with shyly smile and even if you were far from him you knew that his cheeks were stained pink and his gummy smile would make an appearance. “Y/N understands my needs and even though we are completely opposite, she’s still with me. Then look at her.. How can I not feel lucky with a girl like her? ” He added, trying to catch his breath and triggering yet another wave of the spotlight on you.
“In fact, she’s really gorgeous!”
“Yeah and she’s mine. That’s my girlfriend … It’s like a dream. ” He admitted running a hand through his black hair, making whistle Namjoon and Hoseok who had teased him.
Meanwhile, you were in utter embarrassment, so when they returned to their seats close to yours, you tightened his hand and you dismissed from the spotlight.
Walk on high heels was difficult, especially with the split of the dress which threatened to make you stumble, but you needed to speak to him.
You Loved his attention but didn’t want him to act in a different way just because you loved displays of affection.
Coming into a dressing room, you didn’t know who it was, you tightened your arms onto your chest looking at him seriously.
“What is it, baby?”
“I don’t want you to be who you aren’t.” It was the only thing that you whispered, looking into his eyes.
“Do you think this is not who I am??”
“You hate these things.”
“But I love you.” He Noted, making you jump for the umpteenth time. Rarely he admitted his feelings openly and that, like the others, he managed to melt you totally. Your heart melted and you could not do anything to stop him.
“Y/N.. What I said on stage is real. I’m lucky, damn lucky. ”
“Also I..But… it’s just … ”
“Baby, shut up and get back from the others, or they could think that we’re doing something dirty.” He giggled, taking your hand and as he approached the door.
“Huh, baby?” He asked into a breath, stopping with his other hand on the handle of the door; “What’s the matter?”
“I love you too.”
“I know, it’s impossible not to love me.” He winked at you, with that smile to take the breath away and you never tired of seeing onto his loveable lips.
And it was true, it was impossible to not love him.
A/N: I know it’s not in order of the prompt list, but this is the one I had inspiration for, and the only one I’ve felt proud of in a while.
Named After: There’s literally one line in here that made me think “Mom’s spaghetti”
“Best three out of five!” Clay whined.
The two of you had rock, paper, scissored over who was on bathroom duty for the end of both of your shifts. The alternative and clearly better option was working the concession.
“C’mon Jensen, I won twice…”
You couldn’t hide the grin on your face. You’d lost this game for about two weeks straight between him and Hannah.
“Out of five.”
“Out of three. The mop is in the closet.”
Clay rolled his eyes, sighing as he went into the back room. Hannah, on the other hand, was working the ticket booth. A job, the three of you had already pulled straws for.
You smiled to yourself watching Clay sulk away when you moved behind the counter.
Ten minutes left in your shift and it was going pretty well, not as busy as it normally was on a Friday night, no screaming middle schoolers, no crying babies, just you, the popcorn machine, and the elderly couples that pulled at your heart strings.
You’d been dating Jeff Atkins for four years before everything went to shit. Before you’d caught him, tongue down some cheerleader’s throat, hand on her ass, touching her like he’d touched you the night before.
The worst part about losing Jeff was that you not only lost your boyfriend. You lost your best friend. You lost the only person in the world who knew you inside out, who knew that you’d once seen Mamma Mia seven times in one week, who knew that your ultimate dream job was to be second string at the World Cup, who knew that when you were angry you were ruthless.
He tried. He tried calling, texting, tried to catch you at your shifts at work. But you were just as cold as he expected. You blocked his number and changed your whole schedule just to avoid him.
Truth be told, seeing him with someone else, it broke you.
You were in love with him. And he chose someone else.
So you deleted any and all memories of him. Couple photos, trashed. Best friend photos, in a box in the back of your closet. All of his clothing over the years, returned.
It was hard, to say the least. Hard to be so cold to someone who once gave you so much warmth. You’d given up on love ever since.
The buzz of your phone in your back pocket pulled you out of your vacant stare. You glanced around, making sure your supervisor wasn’t anywhere near before checking your text.
Hannah Banana Baker: Head’s up. He who shall not be named in 30 seconds.
Your head shot up from your phone to see the boy standing across from you.
“Wow… I’m Voldemort now, huh?” Jeff teased, eyes glancing up from your screen as he tried to lighten the mood between the two of you.
He looked…good. Nowhere near as if he’d been crying for two weeks straight like you did. Say something. He was wearing his letterman jacket. The one you considered keeping because it made you feel just as safe as Jeff did. Say something. You could tell he was getting a haircut in a few days. He always let it flop down, covering his forehead, a few days before. Just so he didn't “waste product on hair that was getting cut”. Say something. You always liked it a little better that way. When he didn’t look so perfect. Say something!
A breathy, “Hey.” falls from your lips before you could think of a witty response to his question.
“Hey.” Jeff offers you a sheepish smile, as though to somehow pull attention away from the fact that you hadn’t seen him outside of school, where you avoided him.
“No yeah, you said that.” he laughs, briefly. His eyes trying to connect with yours.
You glanced over at the girl, the girl, who stole him from you, holding onto his arm, trying to ignore the whole interaction. What did she have that you didn’t? You knew him better than anyone. You were the perfect girlfriend.
Your eyes snapped back to him and you let out a fake cough.
“I thought we already did that.”
“Right. Um- what would you like?” you offered, trying to swallow down the golf ball sized lump in your throat.
You glance away from him, fingernails, nervously, tapping at the glass below.
“Fries and an Arnold Palmer.” you interrupt. “What is she having?” you tilt your head over in her direction.
Jeff’s mouth opens a little bit, and for some stupid reason, he’s surprised you remembered what he liked. He thought you’d deleted everything about him.
“Y/N WHERE ARE THE-” Clay shouts from across the room, only stopping himself when he sees the baseball player. “Jeff. Hey!”
“What’s up man” Jeff replies casually. As if he wasn’t prolonging the most awkward moment of your life.
“Nothing, I’m good…Y/N you wanna do out of five?”
For once in your life, you were happy to say that Clay Jensen was not oblivious to feelings.
You shook your head, determined you could get through this, but offered the boy a smile for being so considerate.
“Top shelf, to the right.”
You turned your attention back to the baseball player who had broken your heart, who was now whispering to his…new girlfriend.
“Babe, you wanna grab us some seats. I’ll just meet you inside?” Jeff asked, more of a forced suggestion than a thoughtful question.
She nodded quickly, placing a kiss on his cheek before heading into theater number 3.
He turned back to you once she was out of sight, hand running through his already messy hair.
“Can we talk?” he asked.
Jeff was going out on a limb here. He hadn’t heard from you since you left his stuff on his porch and told him to never talk to you again. For fucks sake, he missed you. He missed you so much it hurt.
He made a mistake, a huge one. And honestly, the girl, whose name was Alyssa or Alexis, he could never remember, was nothing more than a rebound.
You sighed, gritting your teeth. “What does she want, Jeff.”
You didn’t want to talk about it. It had been two months since you’d last talked to him, and now he had you near tears with just his presence.
Jeff’s fingers gripped the surface between the two of you as he tried to break through the walls you had set up.
His voice broke, mid-sentence, and you wanted nothing more than to hold him and never let go. But you knew better than that. So you huffed, blinking back the tears at the brim of your eyes, and asked him the same question once more.
“What- What does she want.”
“I want you back.”
You swore your heart stopped beating when you heard those words. It wasn’t fair. He didn’t get to come in here, throw his feelings on the table, and leave you to wipe away at the tears now falling down your face.
You turned away from him, moving to get him the fries he always ordered.
“You’re on a date right now, Jeff, are you fucking kidding me.”
The three packets of ketchup, landed right next to the box, as you threw them onto the counter.
“I- I know- I just, I haven’t been able to talk to you Y/N. I miss you. I miss you so fucking much and-”
You drowned out the sound of his stupid apology as you filled his cup halfway with ice. The soda machine hummed as you focused on filling his drink exactly the way he used to like it. 60% Lemonade. 40% Iced Tea.
Jeff clenched his jaw, waiting for you to finish before attempting to talk to you again.
“And- and I just want you in my life again. Girlfriend. Best friend. Mortal Enemy. I’ll take anything. I just want you, need you, to come back.”
You bit your lip, hoping it would stop you from crying as hard as you knew you wanted to. You placed his drink on the counter and moved to fill a medium bag of popcorn for his date, Alyssa Callahan. You may or may not have stalked her after the rumor spread around school that they were hooking up.
“I miss my girlfriend who would always play at least one NSYNC song when she had control of the aux cord. I miss the best friend that stayed up with me to help me study. Even though you had a test too. I miss you. I do.” Jeff cried out.
His palms are sweaty. Jeff never had to beg for a girl’s attention in his entire life. But now? Now he’d do anything to have you even just say ‘hi’ in the hallways. He knows it sounds stupid. He knows he’s an asshole for saying all this while you were at work and he was on a date. But this is his one shot, one opportunity, and he was going to take it.
You slammed the bag down, popcorn tumbling down the sides of the bag as you moved to get her a drink. She seemed like a lemonade type of girl.
“Answer me, Y/N.” Jeff pleaded, ignoring how desperate he felt.
You placed a cap on her drink and moved it with the rest of the food before looking back up at him.
“You know what I miss, Jeff?” you asked, punching a few buttons at the cash register.
“I miss. The boy that told me-” you stopped yourself mid-sentence, letting the tears fall freely from your eyes as you pulled a twenty out of your pocket.
“I miss the boy that told me he loved me…”
You placed the cash into the register, slamming it shut with a bang.
“And told me- he would never hurt me.”
The receipt tore from the machine and crumbled within the fist your hand made.
“But. Obviously. That’s not you.”
It swished in the trashcan below you, and you shoved everything a few inches closer to Jeff.
Jeff was looking at you, as distressed as you were the day after your break up. His eyes were glazed with tears that had yet to fall, Adam’s apple bobbed as he restrained himself from responding. He picked up everything you’d placed in front of him one at a time.
“It’s on the house. Enjoy your movie” you emphasize with a forced smile.
Jeff turns, nodding, knowing that he lost you and enters into the theater.
It isn’t until you can’t see him, that you walk yourself to the bathroom, lock yourself in a stall, and fall to your knees. Letting out the sobs that were scratching at the back of your throat until your shift ended.
Baekhyun remained unbothered as he stood with the left side of his body leaning against a door. He was mindlessly scrolling through some posts on his phone, his countenance flashing a stoic expression.
“Move over, kiddo.”
A voice gibed from behind him. The rude tone possessing no hint of politeness in any way as the unknown person shoved Baekhyun by the shoulders.
Well, that did it.
Baekhyun didn’t move from his position for a few seconds. Tensing his jaw, he locked his phone, shoved it into his back pocket and indolently turned 180 degrees on his heels to face his disturbance.
He was met with a man that appeared to be around the same age as Baekhyun. The man’s eyes widened slightly upon seeing Baekhyun’s face appear in his view, as if finally realizing who he was messing with. He attained a height approximately similar to Baekhyun but Baekhyun wasn’t affected by it one bit.
“Who do you think you’re talking to?” Baekhyun countered threateningly.
It’s McHanzo and it’s fluffy as hell, y’all. Co-starring Extra Hanzo, who is always extra for his boi.
Hanzo sat on the edge of the building, his bow at the ready, glowering down into the alley below. The radio in his ear had been silent for two hours without any update on the suspected gang that was supposed to be moving into the area. And given that he had been on on patrol for two hours on top of that before…well. He was starting to suspect that something had gone awry.
Then, a blur in his peripheral, and in one flowing motion like water rushing down a river, he rolled from his perch, pulled an arrow, cocked it back and just barely flicked his wrist so it landed solidly into the wall next to the figure’s head. Because in that last moment, he recognized that face, that grin, that hat.
“Whoa, darlin’! It’s just me!”
“Jesse,” the archer growled with a shaking breath, the burst of energy still thrumming beneath his surface and making his lip curl. “I have told you not to approach me that way when we are on a mission.”
“Seem to recall ya also didn’t want me doin’ it to ya when you were in the shower, too,” the cowboy joked, his cybernetic hand reaching out to yank the arrow from where it had imbedded itself.
“You should break that habit of foolishly gambling with your life.” Hanzo reached out to take the arrow, but Jesse McCree, King of Opportunity, held on, so when he pulled, his whole body came with it.
“I ain’t scared of you, sugar,” he crooned, his other hand going to Hanzo’s waist.
“Aren’t you supposed to be on the ground team?” Hanzo asked, quirking a disapproving eyebrow at him.
“Yeah, but I snuck away. Nothin’ happenin’ anyway. And I can be real quick, so…figured I’d come up here. Keep ya company ‘til somethin’ actually happens.” This close, Hanzo could feel the brim of Jesse’s hat settled on top of his head. “C’mon. Didn’t ya miss me a lil’?”
“It has only been a few hours, Jesse.”
“That’s months in dragon years, right?”
Hanzo finally had to smile at that, a short snort coming out of his nose before he could stop it. “Impossible man.”
“There it is,” Jesse said quietly, stroking the sharp angle of Hanzo’s jaw with his thumb, making it sound like he had won some kind of prize. “I like makin’ ya smile, Hanzo.”
“Hmph.” Hanzo took gentle hold of Jesse’s red scarf and pulled him down where he could kiss him properly, enjoying worn yet soft lips, his hair just slightly tickling his nose. When Jesse’s arms encircled his, he let himself relax into him. “You are a terrible influence on me, Jesse McCree.”
holding out his hand, as if it’s natural, expectantly waiting for you to take it any time the two of you go out
sending you random texts to make you smile; baby animal pictures, relatable memes, quotes from his members, or confessions of missing you
being cheesy and greasy
using every opportunity he can to rest his head in your lap and get all your attention
experimenting in the kitchen to make treats for you
being obedient when he knows you’re upset
making time for you through his schedule, even if it means less time with mark & ten
constantly asking if you need anything, if everything is okay, etc… it becomes annoying, especially when you assure him everything is fine! “is the tea too sweet?” “no, it’s fine-” “is that chair uncomfortable? do you want to trade seats with me?” “johnny, it’s fine-” “well, it’s right next to the door, so is the breeze getting to you? you look cold-” “i’m fine! drink your coffee!”
listening intently when you confess your issues to him or bring up serious topics
being kind of shitty at texting diligently, so he prefers to call and hear your voice
coaxing you into getting weird little couple things; couple keychains, couple bracelets, etc…
letting you dictate his wardrobe and style because he doesn’t care what he wears honestly and he wants to be your ideal man to make you proud
holding your shoulders whenever he stands behind you
Summary: You have some very important news to tell Shawn, but you’re not quite sure how he’s gonna take it.
Requested: Sort Of
I ran a hand through my hair as I paced around Shawn’s empty dressing room. I found out some news a few days ago and I’m not sure how he’s gonna take it. I could feel my heart beating in my throat. I have to tell him though. He deserves to know. It would be cruel of me not to tell him. I let out a frustrated growl as I sat on the couch. What’s the worst that can happen?”
With that, I forced myself off the couch and made my way to the stage where Shawn is doing soundcheck. I tucked my hands in my pocket, trying not to talk myself out of this. I walked out to the isles of seats and stood in the middle of the walkway.
Shawn was playing his guitar and smiling at the crew as the made up silly lyrics. He busted into laughter and high fives a guy after the track was over. He looks so carefree. This is what he loves and who am I to rip this away from him. I feel my heart plummet to my stomach as Shawn turns around and spots me, sending me the biggest smile I’ve seen in a long time. I turned around and started toward the arena door, trying to conceal my tears from Shawn’s view.
“I’ll be right back.” I hear him say. Crap. I speed up my walking and make it out the double doors just as Shawn is grabbing my arm, turning me around. His face drops as he takes hold of my face, wiping the tears away. “Hey hey hey, What’s wrong? What happened?”
“I have something to tell you and I don’t know how you’re going to take it.” I explain. Shawn suddenly stood up straight and examined my face. He looked down and bit the inside of his cheek.
“Who is he?” He asked through clenched teeth, catching me off guard.
“Who is he and how long has it been going on? I swear, Y/n, if you say it’s Cameron, I will-“
“You think I’m cheating on you? You think I would do that to you with your best friend?” I asked hurt clear in my voice.
“Why else would you be so nervous to tell me something, Y/n?”
“Because I’m pregnant!” I say raising my voice a little bit. Shawn freezes.
“What?” He says, the color drained from his face. A few minutes pass and Shawn is still standing there, speechless.
“Forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything.” I said, tears starting to well up in my eyes again. I start to walk away when Shawn grabs my arm again.
“Wait, I’m sorry. I just… it’s a lot.” He says placing his hands on my waist. I lean into him and rest my head on his chest. “How long have you known?”
“2 days.” I feel Shawn stiffen under me.
“How far are you?” I take a deep breath.
“If I got my math right, the last time we had sex was when you were frustrated about your tour work so… 2 months tomorrow.” I slowly break away from Shawn and look at Shawn who seems to be deep bin thought. “I should go.” |
“Where are you going?”
“Home. I don’t belong here anymore Shawn.”
“Why does it sound like you saying goodbye?” He asks. I closed my eyes and try to hold back my tears.
“Because I am.” I reply. Shawn shakes his head.
“No.” He replies with a stern voice. I know he’s not going to let me go easily, but I have too. I open my mouth to say something, but the door behind us opens.
“Sorry to interrupt but, Shawn if you want the show to start on time you need to get dressed.” Someone from the crew notifies him. Shawn nods.
“I’ll be a second.” With that the person leaves and I cross my arms around my torso.
“Have fun at your show. I know your gonna kill it.” I said. Shawn rubbed his eyes.
“Why do you keep saying goodbye?” I could hear the hurt in his voice.
“Because I don’t want to hold you back! I don’t want to be the reason you can’t go out and live like an 18 year old pop star should! I don’t want you to miss amazing opportunities all because you have a pregnant girlfriend at home, Shawn! I don’t want that for you! I don’t want you to look back years from now and start to resent me because you couldn’t do what you love to do!” I cried. Shawn gathered me in his arms.
“Baby, I will never see you that way. Believe it or not you’re giving me a gift. Yes, it might be a little early, but there’s nothing that I want more than to start a family with you.”
“You’re not angry?” I asked into his chest. Shawn chuckled.
“No, I’m not angry.” He said.
“What about the hormones?” Shawn laughed.
“I think I can handle them.” He said taking my face in his hands and kissing my forehead.
“And the cravings and mood swings?”
“I think I can handle those too. Just… stay. Please.” Shawn said, placing his forehead on mine.
“Fine.” I whispered. With that, Shawn smiled and placed a kiss on my lips, pulling me closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him as close as possible. Suddenly the door behind us opened.
“Sorry to break this up, but you need to get ready, Mendes. Now.” His stylist said, practically dragging him through the doors. I took a deep breath and smiled to myself. That went better than expected. Now here comes the hard part: