reasons i have to love you

An Overrated Cliché

Summary: That Spider-Man kiss video was definitely cliché and cheesy, which is exactly the reason that Spidey and Y/N have to do it.

Word Count: 2235

Warnings: Heights and Swearing.

A/N: casually drops this after almost a year without writing like okay!! okay!! please enjoy this (it has good format!!) :0 and thank you to @buckys-fossil for actually tolerating me and proofreading this, i love you!!! also this is a gender neutral fic!!!! if you followed me when i was strictly an aesthetic blog well then, hello i write fics too

Originally posted by kimtaeyoen

Summer weather was the worst.

Summer holiday wasn’t that much better, what with having cabin fever and all. It had been a week since you had left the comfort of your apartment and three hours since you flopped onto the couch and lay there. All of your friends had been busy, Michelle doing her protesting, Liz with college preparation. It left you with nothing much to do other than lounge around your home.

The fan placed on the coffee table was set on revolve and hit your body with cool breezes. Laying on your side and absentmindedly watching season three of Phineas and Ferb, you felt jealous that those children were creative enough to make the most of your summer. It was a big contrast to you, as you hadn’t done anything the entire few weeks of summer there had been.

A thought suddenly came to mind and you decided to act on it. Shutting off the TV and fan, you put on actual clothes and took care of your hygiene before fixing your hair and pulling on your sneakers. Making sure to had some money and the house key, you texted your mom.

to: mom
hey i’m leaving the apartment for the first time in days are you proud of me

It didn’t take her long to reply.

from: mom
Fine with me, I was about to kick you out and make you do something.

You laughed at her text before tucking your phone away and leaving the apartment and locking the door.

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BTS REACTION: You two are in an argument

These reactions are for very general arguments, if you want something more specific don’t be afraid to send another request! Also, just fyi, I am not against writing angst. Thank you so much, for some sad reason I actually really enjoyed writing these! You are in my heart anon-chan ♡ 

-Admin Goddessmoony

S E O K J I N:

He wants to talk through the argument calmly, you’re both adults so it shouldn’t be so hard. But it takes a while as both of you often have to take breathers before your anger can get the best of you.

“Y/N, I love you and I don’t want us to go to bed angry at each other. So neither of us are sleeping until we get this resolved.”

Originally posted by kim-soekjins

I could not find an angsty gif of this dork

Y O O N G I:

His anger is growing as the argument progresses but he won’t storm off. No, he won’t leave you like that because it will cause you unnecessary worry and obscurity of where you two stand. He takes a deep breathe.

“Y/N I’m losing my temper and I really don’t want to take it out on you so I’m going to our room to calm down and when I get out we are going to talk through this like the fucking adults we are…Please, don’t leave the house meanwhile,” his voice sounds desperate towards the end and it causes you to falter.

Originally posted by shittyoongi

H O S E O K:

He doesn’t like being angry at you, he doesn’t like you being angry at him. Seriously, how did things escalate so quickly? He just wants it to be over but you won’t let it go.

“Y/N please,” his voice cracks and tears are building in his eyes, “let’s not fight anymore.”

You had felt so righteous in your anger a second ago, but now you aren’t so sure. Are you right? Or are you refusing to be wrong?

Originally posted by jhopingforhoseok

Just seeing this gif makes me want to cry tbh

N A M J O O N:

He knows that the argument is starting to get out of hand but he doesn’t want to admit that he’s wrong and neither do you. Which of you is right? Or are you both wrong for letting it get to this point? At that realization he quickly wraps you into a hug, you had just been yelling at him half a second ago so you are understandably shocked.

“We are both wrong, Y/N. For letting this argument fuel us to say unkind things to each other. I love you and you love me, we shouldn’t ever forget that.”

Originally posted by joonie-bts

J I M I N:

He can’t bear to look into your eyes as you are yelling at him, which unknowingly fuels your anger. Is he really not paying attention to you when it was him who started this argument in the first place?!

“Look at me in the fucking eyes Jimin! Look at me!”

“I can’t,” he whispers and his voice sounds so broken you just stop, “I’m scared that I’ll see how much you hate me right now.”

Originally posted by kookielife

T A E H Y U N G:

The second he raises his voice at you he regrets it. Before you can even form a response he’ll pull you into his chest, pressing your face into his shoulder.

“Shhh…Shh…I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Let’s not do this. You’re right, you’re right, you’re always right,” he says while stroking your hair lovingly.

You’re not entirely sure you are, but just like him you don’t want to raise your voice to the same person you whisper i love yous too.

Originally posted by toughchim

J U N G K O O K:

You two are so young, and therefore, not so emotionally mature. Both of you want the argument to end but neither of you can stop the spiteful, almost cruel, words tumbling out of your mouths. Once he sees tears fall down your face it makes him aware of his own tears. With no hesitation he wraps you into his arms and kisses you on the forehead.

“I’m sorry for everything I said. I love you so much Y/N and I shouldn’t have let my anger do the talking. I promise to never speak to you like that again.”

Originally posted by nochujeonggukie

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Io: Go away, Zeus.

Zeus: Oh, honey, don’t be that way - oh shit, hide!

Io: I have absolutely no reason to hide from your wife -

[gets turned into a cow]

Hera: [immediately recognising her own damned priestess, transformed into a cow] oh, Zeus, honey. Did you bring me a cow? How lovely! I’ll take good care of it.

[leads cow away]

Io: Moo

Hera: You’re welcome, dear.

anonymous asked:

What happens if the egos order take out and have to use chopsticks for the first time?

(This is a really weird, specific situation, and I love it so much! *gives you a hug*)

Wilford–”What are these infernal torture devices that keep me from eating?!”

Host–*explaining to Wilford* ”You hold them like this. Keep the bottom one steady, and use the top one to pinch the food.” *would roll his eyes if he still had them* “You just stabbed the food didn’t you?”

Doc–”You know forks were invented for a reason…”

Bim–”Technically we are partially Korean. Shouldn’t we be able to use these things?” *Dark face-palms in the background*

Ed–*just dumps the food in his mouth*

Silver–*is crying in the corner because with those ridiculous gloves he can’t even pick up the chopsticks let alone use them*

Google–”I have downloaded a database on ‘using chopsticks.’” *tries and fails to eat something* *throws chopsticks across the room* “These giant toothpicks are useless! I’m getting a fork!”

Dark–*sits back eating his food* “You all are pathetic.” *accidentally drops something on himself, staining his shirt* *practically explodes*

My Favorite Person [Connor Murphy x Reader]

Title: My Favorite Person
Pairing: Connor Murphy x Reader
Fandom: Dear Evan Hansen
Requested: by the lovely @rinzix
Summary: College!Friends with benefits | You’re thankful to have a friend like Connor, for more reasons than one, but you’re fun may soon be coming to an end, and Connor isn’t feeling like himself
Warnings: mentions of sex | Connor has a potty mouth | mentions of mental health relapses and recovery | brief allusions to domestic violence | first person reader
A/N: This was such a wonderful, fun prompt and it reeaallly got away from me, so I apologize in advance. Essentially, the summary is I will probably never let Connor Murphy be happy. As always, it’s really rushed and I didn’t proof read. Enjoy?

It never starts the way I expect it to.

Don’t get me wrong–I’m not complaining. It just doesn’t work out the way it does in the movies, ya know? I’ve never gotten a text at eleven pm asking me to sneak across the campus to his conviently empty dorm room, never received anything remotely similar to a booty call. It started on accident, like everything else Connor Murphy does. He doesn’t understand the sort of pull he has on people.

Connor Murphy was an absolute octopus, first off. I woke up early–much earlier than he ever would–underneath a pile of pale, lithe limbs that seemed to tangle around me in a number of places. I was sticky–definitely sweaty from sleeping too close to Connor, who apparently fell asleep on top of me like some kind of animal, but I also felt an uncomfortable squish between my thighs that reminded me of the drastic turn of events that happened last night.

To be perfectly clear, this wasn’t the first time we had done this. The first time had been planned–an accidental mishap that had spiraled out of control, beginning with texts (“Hey, would you mind to model for a piece I’m working on? I can’t find any decent reference poses online.”) and ended with some not so appropriate banter (“Are we sexting? Is this sexting? I mean I’m horny but like it’s gotta be smoother than this, right? Shit, do you have nudes??) that had snowballed into an agreement: we could fool around, platonically, because being in college and being ridiculously horny all the time and balancing a decent relationship was one thing too many.

Still, our first few times had been planned: I’d come over for pizza when Connor’s roommate was out, we’d play video games and watch a movie, and, at some point, Connor would lean over with little to no warning and kiss me much too roughly, taking me off guard–it usually either dissolved into a fit of giggles or ended up with me on my back staring up at the smooth column of his throat, watching his pale adams apple dip briefly as he groaned into my hair.

The sun was up, shining obnoxiously through Connor’s too thin quilted curtains, filtering across our tangled bodies. My shirt was still on, thankfully–I had no idea when his roommate would be back–but Connor was entirely nude (save for a pair of tie-dye tube socks, I can’t believe I slept with him while he was wearing that), sprawled on top of me, all pale skin and angles. From here, I could see the knobs of his spine pressing against the thin, pale skin of his back where my hand rested. One of his hands was fisted tightly in the fabric of my shirt, just over my stomach, and the other was dangling off the edge of the  bed, his thin wrist almost comically looking as if it would snap.

The smell of him was overwhelming, of course, it always was. I could still taste him if I ran my tongue across the backs of my teeth. I’d need a long shower to scrub away the smell if I wanted to think coherently today–Connor was definitely my favorite person, the only real  friend I’d made at school so far, but the very smell of him was going to make my brain short circuit.

We needed to have a discussion, needed to stop doing this every time we hang out. A limit. I sighed, remembering. We were going to have to have a talk anyway.

Reaching up gingerly, I ran my fingers against the knots on his back, tracing the triangles of his scapula and cupping the back of neck to run my fingers through the curls. His hair needed washed, badly, but I didn’t mind, just continued to soothe, feeling him sigh in his sleep against my neck. I grinned, feeling his nose press more firmly against the juncture of my neck and shoulder.

"Why are you awake?” He slurred, lips wet where they brushed my skin. His limbs went taunt, stretching before rolling over off of me, his arms slinging against his eyes.

“Ugh, can you cover up?” I groaned, sitting up and pulling a blanket to pool in my lap, trying to look anywhere but Connor. “It’s daylight now, it’s too vivid.”

He just chuckled, running his hands to scrub at his face in an attempt to wake up, pushing tangled curls out of his eyes, grinning at me. “Sorry, geez. Didn’t hear you complaining last night.” Nonetheless, he yanked the blanket over his lap, rolling over to look at me with a smirk.

“How’d you sleep?” He asked, tapping my forehead with his thumb, before leaning over to kiss me there. He didn’t move away, just hovered over me on an elbow, and surrounded by his scent left me vaguely dizzy. I’d miss it when I left here, I knew.

I scrunched my nose, letting him know that the affection was unnecessary, but he kept leaning over, pressing another kiss to my temple.

“I don’t remember,” I sighed honestly. “You kinda kept me up till two am.”

“What time is it now?”


“Christ, sorry,” he laughed, sitting up immediately and pushing his hair back. “Guess I tired you out, huh?”

“Don’t get cocky. We were talking until twelve thirty, you only last half an hour, bucko,” I said, crawling quickly out of the bed and tugging on my panties.

“Ouch! Didn’t hear you complaining,” he chuckled, pulling his hair back into a ponytail holder. He was planning to let me shower first, then.

“Yeah, yeah,” I muttered, and I could tell that was the end of the discussion. We had a habit of skirting the topic during the daylight hours–if we talked about it, then we thought about it, and if we thought about it, then–well, you get the picture. “I’m gonna shower.”


By the time I’m out, my hair combed in wet strands sticking to the back of my neck and dressed in a clear pair of panties and one of Connor’s bigger shirts, Connor is sprawled on the bed, fully dressed, staring at a worn copy of T.S. Eliot poems, the green cloth binding fraying between his lithe fingers. The steam from the shower followed me in the room, making it look like a hazy 1970s Polaroid, accompanied by the warm light trying desperately to filter into the room through Connor’s quilted curtains.

He’s brushed his hair, I noticed, and there’s a lingering scent of cologne in an attempt to mask the smell of him–of us, if I’m being entirely honest–without showering. I nearly snorted aloud when I saw what he was wearing.

“That’s my shirt, you know,” I choked out between laughter, unable to believe that Connor fucking Murphy is wearing my tie dye crop top with a pair of ratty grey sweatpants. It was big on him, with a little pink embroidered heart stitched messily over the chest. The sweatpants rode high on his square hips, so all I could see was the slope of his ribs into the flat plain of his stomach, his belly button barely peaking out over the elastic waistband of his boxers, which rode a little higher than the sweats.

He looked up from the book, grinning lethargically, letting me know he was still barely awake. I probably should’ve let him sleep longer, but I needed to leave soon, and I wanted to tell him goodbye.

“I know,” he sighed lazily. “You left it here last time. It’s really soft.”

I bit back my smile, crossing the room to sit beside him. “Fair enough,” I conceded, tucking back a piece of hair that was beginning to slip from his ponytail.

“You’re wearing my shirt,” he pointed out, pouting his bottom lip.

“I forgot to bring a clean one,” I lied.

“You know you have extras here,” he said, suddenly frowning and returning to his book. I paused, unsure what had caused the sudden mood shift, and wanted to be careful moving forward in the conversation. “I mean, you can always borrow mine, I don’t care or anything–”

“You don’t want anyone to see me wearing it, I get it, I’ll switch back before I leave,” I said reassuringly, scooting away half an inch to give him space. It was easy to overload Connor–it wasn’t his fault, I really did understand. Sometimes social interaction was too much, especially when I’d spent almost twenty four hours with him, and we’d been so intimate.

“Fuck, I don’t care about that,” he hissed, flipping the pages of his book much too rapidly to be actually reading them. “Do you care about that?”

The second statement was shorter, softer, almost as if he didn’t want me to hear. It made me nervous–Connor had been doing better, a lot better. Throwing himself into school, into art, made him better. He wasn’t recovered–it was hard to tell if he ever would be, and I’d only ever seen a few of his episodes, but any form of relapse that I couldn’t help him control was unwanted.

“Of course I don’t care, Con,” I said softly, reaching up to soothe his hair softly, feeling him stiffen and relax beneath my fingertips. “Jeez, we’re in college. I couldn’t care less what people think.”

He nodded, eyes creased before closing, his lips pressed together in a frown. “Right, right, you’re right, sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” I muttered, feeling nervous. He certainly wasn’t in any mood to hear my news. Something was on his mind. “You good?”

“Huh? Yeah! Great, don’t sweat it!” He some how managed to morph his deer in the headlights expression into one of enthusiasm.  It was more than concerning, and I hadn’t noticed when he’d developed the ability to swallow back his feelings. I didn’t know why he felt like he needed to. “What’s the plan for today, kiddo? There’s a Clark Gable marathon on TCM tonight, I know you like that black and white crap.”

Shit. I swallowed thickly, realizing I needed to tell him, and now. I was hoping it would wait until at least after we had food in us, or at least until Connor was awake enough to reign in his emotions and think with a level head.

“When’s your roommate getting back?” I asked instead, scratching at the back of my neck and not meeting his gaze. I felt him squint angrily at me, aware of my avoidance. “Don’t want him to walk in on anything unseemly,” I laughed.

Connor was still watching me, I felt it, with a pinched, calculated expression. “We don’t have to fool around tonight,” he said softly. “We can just hang.”

His voice was that soft, melancholy tone again that made my heart constrict. He wasn’t feeling good, I realized. He clearly thought that I was upset with him–I wasn’t, but I realized with a jolt that my news certainly wasn’t going to help his sudden self conscious streak.

I shifted on the bed again, feeling his eyes on me as I delayed, and I could practically see his inner turmoil. I should stay here with him. He wasn’t doing well. But, I’d promised….

“Um,” I mumbled, pushing back my wet hair with my hand. “About that. I, uh, have plans for tonight.”

His eyebrows took a quick hike into his hairline, his slate eyes wide, before he horrified me by neutralizing his expression again before I could read him properly–he gave me a small smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Oh,” he said hoarsely. “That’s chill. You could’ve just told me that.”

I smiled gratefully back at him, reaching out to rest my hand on his knee. “You’re sure?” I asked softly, tracing a pattern out on the grey cotton knee of the sweatpants. He swatted my hand away, and I felt a sudden dip in my stomach. He was upset.

“Yes, geez,” he grumbled. “I am perfectly capable to spend a day without you, you know. I probably need to check in with my folks, anyway.”

“You’re sure?” I asked again, leaning back, a bit more skeptical. Connor saying he wanted to check in with his parents was the boldest lie I’d heard in a long time.

“Yes, Christ, shut it,” he hissed, flopping onto his back, the crop top riding comically up on his stomach, and, without thinking, I leaned forward quickly to press a wet kiss to the cluster of freckles on his ribcage, earning a loud swear from Connor, followed by a slew of giggles, his thin hands pushing at my hair to pull me away from his ticklish sides.

“Stop it! Stop! Christ–st–” he sat up abruptly and tangled his hands into my hair, yanking me down against him, his bare chest trapped between us, soft against my palms.

What had started as a gentle joke, just a silly peck, escalated as it tended to. It was slow–Connor’s laughter dying quickly in his chest, his breath hitching in the back of his throat instead. I opened my eyes to glance down at him, his eyes closed, his eyelashes flickering against his cheeks. I pulled back, just for a moment, amazed to find his lips parted, head tilted back, obvious that he expected me to move my lips to neck. I just chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to the cleft of his chin.

“Not this morning, Con,” I whispered, kissing behind his ear.

“Just kissing,” he whispered, letting out a shuddering breath into my hair. Eyes still closed, his hands tightened in my shirt in an attempt to keep me against him.

“You know it won’t stop there,” I laughed. He pouted beneath me.

“But–I’m not wearing a bra. I’m all ready to fool around!” Connor snorted, hands digging harshly into my sides as he laughed.

I smothered my laugh against his jugular, fighting to control my breathing, before pushing myself up against Connor’s chest.

“Not now,” I sighed sadly, giving him a closed mouth kiss against his lips, watching his eyes fade as he chased me for another kiss.

“Okay,” he sighed. “Sorry, my fault.” Throwing a hand over his eyes, he groaned, tangling his fingers in his pretty, pulled back hair.

“Don’t be sorry,” I mumbled.

“Later,” he smiled against his fist, slate eyes staring up at the ceiling with amusement. “Later. Christ, no one told me my libido would get a second wind after fourteen.”

“You’ve always got your hand,” I reminded with a chuckle, rising from the bed to stretch. Distance, I needed distance to think. He wrinkled his nose in disdain.

“Yeah, no thanks, not the same.”

There was a beat of silence, where I caught Connor watching me from the bed, before turning away with a pinched expression. It triggered an oddly sick feeling in my stomach–I shouldn’t feel guilty. I shouldn’t. This was just fun, Connor was just my friend, nothing more.

“So, uh,” he coughed. “What was your plan for tonight?”

I stiffened, turning around to sit on the edge of the bed with my back to him, beginning to braid my hair. The bed dipped suddenly, and Connor’s leg was flush with mine, the other folded behind my back, and Connor’s fingers wove into my wet hair, beginning to plait it silently.

“I have a date.”

His hands stilled, just briefly, and I felt myself relax when his fingers began again. He hadn’t taken a single breath.



“Who with?” Cold. Uninterested. I growled low in my throat.

“Not sure. Some guy my mom set me up with–they’re pissed I don’t have a boyfriend, you know,” I reminded, and Connor just grunted in affirmation.

“You have no idea who he is?” Connor groaned in disgust. 

I shrugged. “He goes to school here–I think his name is Jared? He’s a business major. My mom is very impressed.”

Now, Connor really paused, his fingers abandoning the braid to snap his hands down into his lap.

“You know him?” I asked.

“Jared Kleinman?” Connor hissed, not looking at me.

“I think?” I said skeptically, unsure what about this kid had Connor in such a state.

“He’s an ass,” Connor growled. “An absolute asshole, bully, short-stack, scum bag, and you can’t go out with him. You can’t go out with that jerk off, trust me, okay? As your friend, I forbid you.”

I’d been taking everything Connor said seriously up to that point–it took a lot to make Connor that verbose, let alone that enraged–he’d been working on getting better, he really had–but his final statement made my eyes snap open, throwing my body off the bed.

“You forbid me?” I hissed, spinning with a wicked laugh. “I’m not your girlfriend, Connor. You can’t stop me from doing shit, okay?”

His eyes widened–in shock or shame, I wasn’t sure–sliding back up onto the bed. “I didn’t mean, fuck, I’m just trying to look out for you, okay? He’s bad news. He was–fuck, he was such an ass in highschool, okay?”

“And people can’t change, right?” I laughed crudely, watching the muscle twitch in his jaw. I’d pressed a button. Good. His eyebrows furrowed down over his glare, and I saw his hands clench and unclench in his lap. He’d caught my eyes flickering to them, and immediately looked helpless, wiping them on his jeans.

“I’m not having a fit,” he promised. “I’m not gonna hit you, I fucking swear to–”

“I know,” I lied, softening my posture and  looking away from him. “I know, Con. You’re not gonna hurt me again.”

Truth be told, he might. Relapse was easy–I knew, I’d seen it in teaspoon sized doses, whether be him throwing me against the door with too much force or be it a fist coming to connect on the wall behind my head after I gave a particular nasty comment. Connor had never hit me, not hard, but he almost had, and he’d said a few nasty things, broken some things of mine.

We were friends because I trusted him, because I didn’t want to leave him just because this felt hard. But I wouldn’t let Connor talk to me like that again, I’d promised myself. It meant a time out–no sex, no talking, not until he could calmly apologize and talk through what he was feeling.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, scrubbing his hands over his eyes–he’d forgotten to paint his nails this week, I noticed, but his wrist had flowering patches of indigo and lavender peppered along his arm like blooming bruises–they were just left over from his last art class Friday. He really needed a shower, I realized.

“Don’t be sorry,” I said again, leaning against the bathroom’s doorjamb in lieu of joining him on the bed. If I sat on the bed, I’d want to touch him, and as much as he deserved reassurance, he didn’t need the positive reinforcement. He had to learn I was a finite fixture. “That Jared kid–he said something to you, right? In school. You didn’t like each other.”

Connor laughed mirthlessly, filling my stomach with lead. “Yeah, you could say that. He’s one of those weasely kids, ya know? With just shitty underhanded comments they get out of Mad magazine. Gets under your skin.”

It was too easy to picture, embarrassingly so, I thought, watching Connor now with his eyes downcast and his mouth pursed, I could still see him, just a year ago, and some punk kid whose comment landed on its mark. He probably sent Connor into fits.

I tried too hard not to picture Connor those nights, crying disgustingly in the shower, banging his head too hard against the tile, replaying over and over in his head what that little shit had said to him.

I didn’t want to go out with him. I hadn’t wanted to to begin with. But, I had to. I’d promised.

“I’m really sorry, Con,” I sighed softly, thunking my head against the doorjamb in punishment. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“Don’t be,” he laughed bitterly again. “’S over now.” He held his arms open, silently asking me to come back down to him, just to make up. “Just because you’re sucking his cock now–”

He froze, eyes bugging out of his head, staring at something on the ceiling I couldn’t make out from here. My stomach churned uneasily, and the tips of my ears got uncomfortably warm. Connor sat up slowly, bracing himself on his arms, staring at the wall with a horrified expression. He was vaguely green around the collar of my shirt.

“You wanna stop. That’s why you told me. You wanna stop.”

I swallowed thickly. “Con–”

“Christ, kid! What happened to relationships and sex and school are too much? We said–”

“It’s out of my hands!” I gasped, Connor’s glare finally snapping to mine, melting me into the floor. “I don’t want to go out with him–you know my mom expects me to–”

“Fuck, I know, you’re parents want you to be a fucking baby factory with a rich husband, I know, okay?” He groaned, shoving his hands into his hair and dislodging the ponytail holder, his dark hair cascading around his shoulders, his whole expression pinched.

I flinched, shutting my eyes, wishing desperately to be somewhere else. He didn’t mean it, he was angry–it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

“It’s just to appease my mom,” I sighed quietly, disgusted to realize how wet and broken my voice sounded. “Just to say I have a boyfriend, to keep her out of my hair. Otherwise she’d be down here every week, and I’d never be able to see you–”

“What if I pretended to be your boyfriend?” He said suddenly, making my gaze snap to his, despite my discomfort. He was staring seriously at me, and I felt sick to realize he was sincere.

“Trust me, Con, you don’t wanna do that.”

To subject him to that kind of scrutiny would be unfair. Connor was my favorite person in the world right now, and, despite coming from a good family, my mother would be less than thrilled to hear I was involved with an art major with a juvenile record.

He snorted. “I know I’m no Jared–”

“Don’t,” I glared. “Don’t. I’m sorry, but yeah, we can’t have sex for awhile, okay?”

“Fuck,” he hissed.

I felt sick–like crying. “I’m sorry if that ruins our friendship for you. I thought you might be able to tolerate spending time with me when I’m not getting you off.”

Connor’s horrified expression let me know he hadn’t actually thought of that, but it didn’t mean he hadn’t known.

“Hey,” he said softly, rolling off the bed to stand, his hands out stretched as if he was scared to spook me. “Hey, that’s not–hey, don’t cry.”

“Fuck off.”

“No,” he growled, coming forward to wrap his arms around me, still wearing that stupid crop top, pressing his face into my neck. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that,” he murmured, his lips brushing my jaw. “You come first, you always come first. I’d rather have you than sex, you know that, right?”

His fingers scraped under my shirt to press against my skin, pulling me tighter to him, his fingertips tripping with friction.

“I know,” I sighed, going limp against him and wrapping my arms around his neck–it felt nice just to be close. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Fair enough.”

He pulled back, reaching up to cup my face, his fingertips burning where they thumbed my cheeks, wiping away the stray tears. He stared down at me so intently, and I realized he was still scared.

“Before your lame ass date, you wanna get some take out?” He asked with a crooked grin, leaning in to kiss my forehead quickly.

“Fine, but you have to change,” I giggled, pulling away despite his protests to grab my purse from his desk.

“I refuse to change–this color looks too good on me.”


“I can’t believe you’re gonna wear one of my shirts on your date with that wank,” Connor groaned, watching me button up one of his shirts over my chest, shaking his head. “He’s gonna try to cop a feel–it’s like he’s grabbing my boob, kid. That’s the worst violation of all.”

I rolled my eyes, brushing my hair back from my forehead. “First off, they’re still my boobs, but I promise I’ll bring the shirt back in mint condition. I doubt I’ll be kissing him tonight.”

Connor grinned around a mouthful of rice–he was cute like that, I realized, cheeks full and eyes crinkled with a smile. His mood had flipped swiftly, thank goodness, despite the fact it had started to pour outside, the sky pitch black despite the fact it was still early in the afternoon.

“Maybe he’ll buy you something nice,” Connor grinned. “I’m sure he’s loaded. If he brings a friend, make sure you hit on him.”

I snorted, but pulled on my slightly dirty skinny jeans anyway. “If he brings his friend on a date, I’m walking out and taking you home for thanksgiving.”

Connor grinned again. “God, that’d be rich.”

Thunder pounded through the room, making Connor’s hair products shake on his desk, causing me to jump back onto the bed to be near Connor.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared,” he teased softly, glancing out the window to see the downpour. “Christ, maybe you should stay in tonight. Last thing you need is to be trapped in some shitty French restaurant with mademoiselle rat face.”

“You’re hilarious,” I said bitterly, watching the leaves paste themselves to the window pane. “But, maybe I should reschedule. That’s not a shitty thing to do, right? It looks awful out there.”

“Nah,” Connor said around another mouthful. “Plus, if you do, we can have one last hoorah–okay, you’re right, sorry.”

I just grinned, hitting him lightly upside the head. “You can finish up in the shower, pretty boy.”

He frowned. “Fine.”

I pursed my lips, glaring out into the storm again. “I should call Jared ask him to reschedule,” I sighed again, feeling only vaguely guilty. I mean, what were the odds Jared even wanted to go on this date? Our parents set us up, for goodness’ sake.

I wondered briefly if Connor had worn this shirt in highschool, if Jared would recognize it.

“I highly recommend standing him up,” Connor said chipperly. “Allow me to hand you your phone–”

Connor froze, still half stretched across the bed, staring at my phone on the nightstand.

“Oh my God.”

“What?” I asked, concerned. “Is everything okay?”

“Oh my God,” Connor said again, this time dissolving into a fit of giggles, yanking my phone off the charger and throwing it on the bed. “I can’t believe this!”

“Connor, if you don’t tell me–”

“He stood you up!”

“What?” I screeched, fumbling for my phone, surprised to see a few missed texts on my home screen.

From: Jared
To: Me

Srry 4 the short notice, do you think we coukd meet some other time? Don’t wanna get caught in the strom

“He can’t even spell,” I muttered in disgust, throwing my phone onto Connor’s bare stomach that shook with laughter.

“This is hilarious, oh my God. It’s so sad, you look so cute and everything! You were gonna put on mascara for that asshole!”

“I’m gonna dump this soy sauce on your shirt, Murphy.”

“Sorry, sorry, geez!”

He put down his plastic fork, reaching across the mattress to stroke his hand across my bare arm. For a minute, I thought he might ask me how I felt, but instead just asked, “Are you up for a round of Battlefront?”

I grinned, beginning to undo pearline buttons of Connor’s nice navy shirt. “I’m gonna kick your ass.”

He grinned, eyes crinkling at the corners and his lips cracking with the force of his smile. “I look forward to it.”

Reasons to love Katsuki Bakugou

Here are just a few reasons why everyone should be completely in love with Bakugou from My Hero Academia.

Reason #1:

He is angry all the time.

He has to be the angriest person I have seen and it is the greatest thing in the world like he is even angry when he is simply brushing his teeth. 

Reason #2:

He’s actually a fragile emotional angel.

Even tho Bakugou can put up a very tough and rigid appearance he’s really just an innocent emotional cinnamon roll that needs to be hugged, but more than likely if you tried he would blow you up lol

Reason #3:

He is a complete badass.

Be it taking on multiple enemies at once, coming up with strategies on the fly in the heat of battle, or just simply punching through solid air with only his bare fists Bakugou does it all like a BAMF.

Reason #4:

He is completely blunt about everything.

He doesn’t care if he is talking to All Might himself Bakugou will say what is on his mind and not think twice or give a f*** about it. 

Final Reason: 

His level of creativity.

Who couldn’t love this guy for the simple fact that he wanted his hero name to be Lord Explosion Murder lmao

To simply put everything: Bakugou is the greatest. End of story.

Music Series: Friends by Ed Sheeran

Thank you for the request, Anon! I love Ed. His music is so good, and even though my tickets are in the nose-bleed section, seeing him in August is going to make me a very happy girl!

Before I present this imagine to you, I would like to say one thing. I am doing this imagine because I like this song and I like Ed, huge fan of his songwriting, and I think it makes for a good Harry imagine. I know this song has been linked to ‘Larry’, which I have no issue with either way, I ship nobody from any fandom, and I don’t know that it was sent to me for that reason, or just the love of the song. My answer to a question I was asked about Larry is HERE if anyone wants to read it, but that is not what my blog is about. My blog is about Harry, and my imagines are about Harry and an OFC (Original Female Character), written in a 2nd person narrative, placing the reader in the story as the OFC, because that’s what I personally like.

This is “Friends” by Ed Sheeran, which can be found on Spotify —>HERE<—. 😊




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anonymous asked:

Hi! I had an idea for a Yousana AU fic and I would love to see it written by you... the balloon squad are famous youtubers with their hey briskeby channel; Sana and Yousef have feelings for each other. The fic starts when they aren't together yet, but when they do get together they decide to keep it a secret from the viewers (1of the reasons is that Yousef doesn't want Sana to get hate from his fans). Sana, however starts appearing more and more in the guys' videos and the viewers start...

Hey :)

First of all thank you for this prompt! I don’t know if there was supposed to be another part to this ask but I only received this one. So I hope I didn’t miss anything important. 

I hope this is how you imagined it. Let me know!


(The short parts in between the dotted lines are comments Sana concentrates on.)

“HEEEEY”, they all shout at the same time. Sana is used to them being this loud but standing behind the camera now, she still jumps at how loud they really are.

Hei Briskeby, aka Elias, Mutta, Adam, Mikael and Yousef, are shooting a video for their YouTube channel. Once again in the Bakkoush house. 

Sana is at home most of the time the guys decide to shoot a video. Well, they actually have a weekly plan to have a clear schedule when to prepare, when to film, when to edit. However, they don’t keep to that plan very often. So it’s possible that they are at the Bakkoush house every day. One would think that they would have found another location to film at when their channel got big, like really big. But no, they love filming here and probably won’t stop so soon. Not that Sana minds much. This gives her the opportunity to see that one friend of Elias she might have a crush on. 

“What’s up everyone? Welcome back! How are you all? I hope you’re doing good! Like I always say, you look good no matter what!”, Elias says with his usual grin and leans forward in his seat and winks at the camera. Sana rolls her eyes until she sees Yousef looking at her.

Mutta, Adam and Mikael are sitting on the couch while Elias and Yousef are sitting on the floor in front of them. Yousef’s eyes keep wandering over to Sana and while Elias says ‘You look good no matter what’ Yousef looks straight at Sana and nods while smiling at her. Sana immediately blushes and presses her lips together to not smile too brightly and attract attention from the other boys. 

“Today, we’re going to do something that has been requested a lot!”, Yousef says after Elias nudges him for him to pay attention to the video. “We are doing a Q&A!”

“We haven’t done a video like this in … well, never. We’ve never done this kind of video.”, Adam says.

“And since we’ve gained quite a lot of viewers in the last months and you all keep asking us about ourselves we thought we would do this.”, Mutta explains and Sana is amazed that the guys didn’t write a script for this. They work so well together but that just shows how great of friends they are. 

“And it’s impossible to answer every comment you leave us so we’re going to try to answer as many questions as possible in this video.”, Mikael concludes.

Sana looks down at her phone and reads the messages in the group chat with her friends. She is still listening to what the guys are saying, though.

“We wanted to just read out the questions we choose from this..”, Elias holds up a sheet of paper. “But since my lovely sister is here today, behind the camera, she can ask us the questions randomly.”

Sana’s head shoots up and she narrows her eyes at her brother. He always finds a way to incorporate her in their videos. She has been in a few before but she really doesn’t feel like being in front of the camera now. Especially because she came back from basketball practice just minutes ago.

Because Sana doesn’t react immediately, the boys think they need to try and convince her. 

“Sana, it’s more fun that way!”, Adam suggests.

“Pleeeease, sis! I know you’re exhausted right now but you can just chill behind the camera and read them to us.”, Elias says and shows his sister a big smile. 

While Adam and Elias talk, Sana notices that all of them look at her but one pair of eyes looks most hopeful. Yousef raises his eyebrows at Sana and just waits.

“It’s fine. I’ll do it.”, Sana says. Yousef stands up to give Sana the sheet of paper with the questions and gives the paper more slowly to her than necessary. Sana plumps down onto the floor, crosses her legs under her and waits for the guys to give her a sign to start.

Most questions are stuff like age, where they all are from, this or that questions, who’s most likely to do something and what the guys do besides YouTube. Sana loves this question because these five boys are not just relying on YouTube for their future but all are either working or studying at university. Sana is not too interested in those questions because they practically live here and she knows all of them pretty well. 

But the following question is interesting. Not only because Sana knows that their fans are dying to know but because she has been asked this about the boys too often to count. 

She rephrases the question and says: “Do any of you have a significant other?”

Sana can’t help herself. Her eyes immediately find Yousef who is shaking his head. And looking at Sana with a … sad look. Sana and Yousef have something going on between them. They are not dating but there is something. And all the other guys know it too. 

Adam and Mikael look at each other as the first instinct but quickly look away then. Elias shakes his head but grins and Mutta just doesn’t say anything and looks into the camera with a lopsided smile. 

Elias looks around and answers for all of his friends too: “See, we’re all single!” Sana is ready to read the next question but Elias continues answering. Her older brother looks at Yousef who watches his best friend answer and says: “Well, you know.. it’s complicated with this guy here.” He pats Yousef on the shoulder and then sends a look towards Sana. She wishes she could vanish in thin air then and there. Sometimes she hates her brother. 

“Okay! Next question!”, Sana announces but Elias, Mutta, Mikael and Adam laugh about her reaction. They have such a great time trying to push Sana and Yousef to finally become a couple because it’s obvious to them that Sana and Yousef are gone for each other. Yousef pretends to laugh along.


“Does this mean Yousef is NOT single????”

“Please tell me it’s complicated because he’s in love with Elias’ sister!! How cute would they be?!?!?!”


“ I’m calling it! Yousana is a thing. Look at his cute face when looking at - behind - the camera!”


“Sana! Yousef! Get your cute little asses over here! We need to start filming!”, Elias shouts from the window to the couple sitting outside in the garden. Since Yousef and Sana started dating a short while back and actually told people about it, Yousef has been spending quite a lot of time with Sana when he was over at the Bakkoush house. Elias was a little jealous, actually, but he was glad that these two lovesick idiots are finally together.

“You think my ass is cute?”, Yousef’s first words are when he comes through the door. Elias turns around to his best friend and nods with a sarcastic smile.

“Yes, Yousef! Unbelievably cute. But if you don’t go sit in your spot now that cute ass will belong to a dead person.”, Elias says with the sweetest smile and has everyone in the room impressed. That he can threaten Yousef with such a cute facial expression… Sana always knew Elias is good at this kind of creative stuff.

They end up playing some version of charades that they changed a bit but only with YouTube related stuff. 

For example, Yousef had to describe the ‘Don’t Judge’ challenge and says: “The challenge Elias and Sana hated so much that Elias almost got in an argument with that dude at the gym!”

Sana is completely lost because she doesn’t go to the gym with them but Mikael immediately shouts the right challenge and can’t help but comment: “Yeah, well, Elias was right anyway!”

Elias impersonates Dan and Phil, yes both of them, perfectly which Mutta guesses first, though.

Adam describes someone with: “He serenades girls on College campuses with made up songs.” While Elias and Mutta have no clue, Mikael is trying to think of the name. Well, Sana and Yousef forget for a second that they are not alone and keep looking at each other and have to lean forward for that. Elias is sitting between them because that’s how they always sit when Sana joins them.

“Sana!”, Adam shouts and makes Sana jump because she’s ripped out of her small bubble with Yousef. “You need to know that! I’ve shown you videos and asked if you would mind if someone did that to you!”

Sana immediately knows who Adam is talking about but needs a second to remember the name. She jumps up and down on her seat on the floor while trying to remember the name and nervously pats on the couch. Yousef looks at her smilingly and then to the rest of the boys.

“Angrypicnic!”, Sana shouts as soon as she remembers the name. Mikael starts complaining how he also knew it but just couldn’t remember the name which Elias and Yousef make fun of him for because that’s exactly the point of this game.

Sana takes a piece of paper from the snapback the guys, or rather Mutta, took off of Yousef’s head because they needed to put the little pieces of paper with names of YouTubers, trends and challenges in it. 

Sana reads what’s written on it: “The floor is lava.”

Sana looks up at the boys and looks at each of them separately before trying to explain which wouldn’t be hard.

“Okay, it’s the challenge Yousef and I started and you all joined and now it gets dangerous!”

Yousef, Elias and Mikael shout: “The Floor is Lava” and as an instinct Sana looks around and sees herself sitting on the floor. Even though Yousef and Elias were two of the three people shouting the answer, they both do the same thing as Sana and all three of them jump on the couch, while the other three are still sitting on it. 

“I hate you people!”, Adam can be heard crying, being squished between Elias and Sana.

—————————————————————————————————-“Why is she in this video? She was in a video a month ago already!”

“Honestly if she’s dating one of the guys she shouldn’t be on your channel”

“Nobody can tell me Yousef and Sana are not IN LOVE! LOOK AT HOW CUTE THEY SMİLE AT EACH OTHER!”

“Girl! Concentrate on your brother or something and don’t bother with Yousef. Keep your eyes off him!”


“Look who we found here. Studying and being a good student as always!”, Adam has their vlogging-camera in his hands and points the camera at Sana. It’s a Thursday afternoon and once again, the boys are at the Bakkoush house. Sana came home, immediately put on comfortable clothes and took her make up off. She didn’t care that the boys are here. They have seen her in her worst conditions, like when she’s sick, so it really doesn’t matter. 
Sana looks up from her Biology book and smiles at Adam for a second, says Hi and looks back down on her book. She really doesn’t feel like being a part of their next vlog.

Adam goes to the fridge and turns around to Sana, still filming. 
“So why are you studying in the kitchen? And when’s your exam again? Tomorrow?”

Sana looks up again and plays with the pen in her hand. She nods and says: “Yeah, it’s tomorrow. And I’m in the kitchen because you guys are in the backyard and even with my windows closed I can hear you.”

Adam turns the camera to himself and smiles sheepishly: “Sooorry, we’ll keep it down.”

Sana just shrugs with a small smile: “Doesn’t really matter, really. I’m fine studying here.”

Adam stops filming after that and talks to Sana for a few minutes about what the topic of the exam will be. One would maybe not think that but Adam is a science- guy. He might not have been as good as Sana in school but he’s very interested in stuff like physics and biology.

Before Adam leaves the kitchen to join the other boys in the backyard, Sana calls after him. He turns around and Sana hesitates a little bit. Adam leans on to the door frame and waits. Sana presses her lips together and wonders if she should bother with this or not. Then she sighs and leans forward in her seat and finally says what has been on her mind.

“Adam, could you maybe not include that in the vlog?” It’s a good thing that all the Hei Briskeby boys, except for Yousef of course, are like brothers to Sana. She can talk to them about anything and they’ll listen. But this topic in particular is uncomfortable for Sana to talk about.

Adam pushes himself of the door frame and steps closer to the kitchen table. His eyebrows furrowed and a concerned look on his face, which he quickly changes and smiles at Sana.

“Sure, that’s no problem. But … is there a reason why you don’t want that?”, Adam asks. He knows that Sana meant their short conversation he had filmed minutes ago. Usually she didn’t mind being in their videos, she is some vlogs too. Mostly in the background because the guys are always in her house.

First Sana just shrugs and doesn’t want to elaborate but if she explains once she might not need to talk about it again. Adam is the one who vlogs their days, at least most of the times. He is the best at it out of all the boys. Elias and Yousef comment too much while vlogging; Mikael doesn’t comment anything at all and just films and Mutta gets too excited about things happening so fast that most things he films are blurry. Adam has the combination just right.

“Don’t you read the comments under your videos?”, Sana finally decides to say.

Adam nods but still looks confused so Sana continues: “Then you should know that your viewers don’t like me being in your videos that much. Especially since some of them think I’m with Yousef and they really don’t like that!”

She has noticed many comments under Hei Briskeby’s recent videos expressing this view very loudly.

Now Adam is even more confused. Sure, there are a few negative comments about Sana but it’s YouTube. There are negative comments about Elias, Mutta, Yousef, Mikael and Adam, too. Before they tried to delete all the hate comments but now it’s almost impossible and they don’t even care that much anymore. You get desensibilized when you’re on YouTube this long with a big audience. 

“What are you talking about? Most of our viewers love it when you’re in the videos! Some suggest you being in the videos every day! And you are together with Yousef so what’s the problem?”

Sana sighs and puts away her pen and instead takes her phone in her hand and turns it in her hands while talking. 

“But if so many of your fans react to the unconfirmed idea of Yousef and I dating, imagine how they’ll be if they knew.”, Sana says and gets really sad. Adam opens his mouth to say something but Sana interrupts him: “Could you just please edit that part out. I’m not sure I want to be in today’s vlog.” She finishes her sentence with a small smile and Adam nods. Of course he wouldn’t put her in a video is she doesn’t want that. 

Adam starts to leave again and Sana shouts after him: “Please fix it! And not in the way Mikael always ‘fixes it’!” She only hears Adam chuckle at that and turns back to the books all over the table. 

She’s not alone for long, though. About ten minutes later Yousef enters the kitchen. Sana doesn’t notice anyone coming into the room at first. He watches as Sana is really concentrated on the textbook in front of her and slowly and quietly gets closer to her. He goes to stand behind her chair and leans down and places a short kiss on Sana’s cheek. Sana is surprised and looks at him so fast that she almost falls out of her seat. Yousef didn’t move much after kissing her cheek so that there are only millimetres between their faces now. 

Sana looks into his eyes and can’t stop the smile creeping up on her face. She tries to act mad but it doesn’t work. “I hate you. Why would you do that?”

Yousef shakes his head lightly: “No, you don’t.” and grins at Sana. Then he pulls a chair close to Sana and sits down next to her. They both turn to each other and just smile at each other for a moment. 

Sana breaks the comfortable silence: “What are you doing here?“ 

Yousef tilts his head a little and looks at her innocently: “Can’t I just come and see my girlfriend?” He loves saying that Sana is his girlfriend and she loves hearing him say it. She still can’t really believe that they finally managed to become a couple. That’s why she doesn’t want anything to ruin that. 

Sana mimics her boyfriend and answers: “Of course you can. But since you were here half an hour ago and Adam just left after I’ve told him something about us… there might be a connection, don’t you think?”

Yousef gasps dramatically and makes Sana laugh and roll her eyes at him. “I’m offended that you would think that! … But a little birdie could’ve told me about some doubts you have.”

Sana quickly jumps up in her seat and instinctively reaches for Yousef’s hand. “But there are no doubts about us being together. None at all!” She doesn’t want him to misunderstand that.

Yousef nods with an understanding smile and covers Sana’s hand with his. “I know, don’t worry. But maybe we should still talk.”

This time Sana nods. She knows they have to talk. She just didn’t know how to start this conversation. Saying ‘Hey, maybe let’s keep our distance while filming and I’ll avoid filming with you guys at all for a while because people don’t like me’ is not the right way to go.

“So you don’t want to be in our videos anymore?”, Yousef asks. 

Sana looks at their hands while answering: “Maybe for a while. Seems like a good solution. I’ve seen people comment rude stuff about you because of me being in the video and you looking at me. I don’t want that for you.”

“Hey,”, Yousef says and makes Sana look at him, “Don’t worry about that. I can deal with that. Nobody can expect me to not look at my beautiful girlfriend the whole time she is next to me.”

Sana starts blushing but shakes her head at him. Such a dork. “Yousef, I’m serious about that.”

He nods. He knows what she means. Yousef and the boys have gained a lot of YouTube friends since they started their channel and some of them have girlfriends. Yousef has seen what kind of stupid, unnecessary hate the girls have gotten because some fans didn’t think they were the right person for their favorite YouTubers. It’s stupid. But he knows that that is something that happens, sadly.

“I know. And you know I love having you in our videos, so do the boys. But if you’re not comfortable with it, it’s fine. Just know that you don’t have to worry about it for my sake.”, Yousef says and adds with a laugh, “Because let’s be honest: You secretly love shooting videos with us.”

“Ehh.. it’s okay.”, Sana answers looking bored. Secretly, she really does. She loves those boys and they are a lot of fun to hang out with.

Well, turns out YouTube videos are not the only thing to pay attention to when trying to be low-key about your relationship. Sana and Yousef don’t try to hide their relationship, Yousef just didn’t talk about being in a relationship in their videos where that topic comes up more often than one would think and Sana avoids being in their videos. At least in the main channel ones; she can’t escape the vlogging camera seeing as the guys are always at her home.

What Yousef forgot is that their viewers are not only watching their videos but are also on all the other social media. He loves it, don’t get him wrong. He loves how supportive they all are about everything he does. But he didn’t expect that much of a backlash to a picture he posts of him, Elias and Sana and the caption: 'My two favorite people’. It was partly just a response to a picture Mutta had posted some days ago of him with Mikael and Adam with the exact same caption. Elias and Yousef had jokingly teased those three for leaving them out of the picture and when Yousef was hanging out with the Bakkoush siblings he decided to post a similar picture. Even in the same poses as the other three.

There were a lot of really cute comments, more than anything else, but he couldn’t ignore that there were some really rude ones, mostly directed at Sana. Elias and Yousef were furious once they read those. While some of them were a little petty from super-fans, some were straight up disrespectful which Elias and Yousef both deleted whenever they saw them and reported the accounts.


“Two favorite people???? What about your best friends. since when is Elias’ sister that important. She needs to stop.”

“Aww, you’re family goals tho. How cute would Yousana babies be?? And Elias as an uncle??”

“I’m sick of seeing that girl with you all the time? Doesn’t she have her own friends?”


Sana’s plan to limit her appearances with the Hei Briskeby boys failed completely. Her own friends, especially Eva and Chris, told her not to pay attention to any of those stupid comments because those who leave these comments are jealous because Yousef is such a good catch and him and Sana are so cute. At the same time she couldn’t hide from the boys. They genuinely were some of her best friend; one of them being her older brother and another one her boyfriends. 

Hei Briskeby doesn’t post vlogs every day but every other day. In almost all of them you can see Yousef and Sana being all cute smiling at each other, flirting or something similar in the background. Of course there are not really physical and if you didn’t know the context of them being a couple you would just think they are only best friends. But since their audience suspected something between them Mikael had fun leaving all those cute scenes of them in the background in the vlogs. At first Sana, Yousef and even Elias didn’t like that at all but now, now they have fun with it. Neither Yousef nor Sana feels obligated to announce on the Internet that they are a couple and the longer they are together the less they care about what people have to say about them. 

Now, it’s actually quite funny to them seeing some people being so invested that they theorize if they are together or not and pointing out things that speak for or against it. 

“Hi to all of you beautiful people out there! How are you doing? All good? I hope so!”, Elias starts the video in his usual manner. Still looking straight into the camera he winks and then claps loudly and continues to talk: “After a long, loooong time we have a special guest in our video!” He points at the camera, or rather at Sana who is standing behind it. “Sana, come join us!”

As soon as Elias says that the other four guys start clapping which Sana only shakes her head at. She sits down between Elias and Yousef, who are leaning on the couch Adam, Mikael and Mutta are sitting on. 

“Okay! What we’re going to do today is: We’re going to see if we know Elias better..”, Mutta starts explaining and points at Adam, Mikael, Yousef and himself, “.. or if Sana knows her brother better.”, and pats Sana on the head. Sana starts laughing, joined by Yousef and Elias and looks at Mutta with an amused look. The way he pat her head was really cutely funny. Adam and Mikael were too preoccupied with whispering about something very close to notice that.

Elias explains the rules that they all write their answers on a sheet of paper and turn it around at the same time. 

“Let’s start off easy! Who is my celebrity crush right now?”

“I know this!”, Mutta shouts. 

Yousef looks up and around the room and thinks hard about this one. He should know this. His gaze falls onto Sana’s paper because well, she’s sitting right next to him, shoulders touching. She notices that he’s looking and lightly shoves his shoulder and warns him laughingly.

“Don’t look at me paper. You’re cheating!”

“I’m not cheating. I’m didn’t look at your answer!”

“Are you sure? I definitely saw you looking!”, Sana answers and holds his gaze. Yousef leans a little closer and whispers something to Sana so quietly that not even the other guys could hear him.

“Maybe I was just looking at you. I told you nobody can blame me if I can’t keep my eyes off of you.”

He makes Sana blush furiously so she looks down at her paper. All that time those two were in their own bubble Elias almost shouted at Mikael because he looked so lost. 

“What do you mean you don’t know? You told me we would make cute babies when I told you how hot she is!”, Elias sounds so offended that Mikael wouldn’t remember. 

“Dude, I don’t know. I forgot!”, Mikael shouts back and Mutta and Adam are watching them fight. All they need to make this perfect is popcorn. 

Elias is so done with Mikael and looks at Sana and Yousef before looking at the camera and announcing that they all should turn around their paper now. All, except for Mikael, have written the same name. 

“See, Mikael! Everyone knows it’s Lily Collins! We watched that one movie together and I told you how hot she is!”, Elias starts ranting while all the rest just laughs at him.


“I missed Sana in your videos!”

“Okay, but honestly. I don’t care if Yousef is dating Elias’ sister but they would be so cute together. Look at them!!!”

“I don’t know who I ship more: Yousef and Sana or Elias and Lily”

“Can I be Sana? She has the best boyfriend, best brother and best friends! I’m highkey jealous!”


170628 - Sehun on the Spot

Today’s bias is Sehun!

And Suho has a question for him.

Suho: “Sehun… do you love me?”

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Sehun: “…Why would you ask me that?”

Originally posted by chanyoelparks-deleting

Suho: “No reason.  But you have to answer.”

Originally posted by irpsychotic

Sehun: “…I guess I do.”


Sehun: “Staaahp, don’t!”

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Suho: “But I love you, and you love me, you should let me~”

Originally posted by krisyeol

Suho: “I LOVE YOU~  And I would date you for a week… you know, just enough time to plan the wedding.”

Originally posted by 12fools

Sehun: “Hyung… there’s something you need to know.  There’s someone I love more than you.  You two should meet.”

Originally posted by sekaisoosgirl

Vivi: “WOOF.”

Originally posted by tinyjunmyeon

Suho: “…Oh.”

Originally posted by suhocean

Sehun: “Yeah.”

Originally posted by katherine8595

Suho: “…Okay then.”

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Vivi: “Step two of my plan to take over EXO is complete.

I mean, woof.”

Originally posted by death-by-jongin

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anonymous asked:

dd anon here! don't know if y'all noticed but in 'the gang goes to the jersey shore', dennis says how wonderful it is and it's 'where you have your first kiss' and immediately after says to mac 'YOU would love it there!' like.... he talks about it being the perfect place for kissing and then uses THAT as the reason for mac to go with him!!!! MAC AND DENNIS MADE OUT ALL NIGHT UNDER THE BRIDGE AT THE JERSEY SHORE AND IT WAS BEAUTIFUL

ok i didn’t believe you at first so i rewatched this part and i have never been happier to be proven wrong. this is quite literally the rationale dennis provided for why mac would love the jersey shore:

i’m speechless… he knows mac would love it because it’s a place for first kisses ????????? what kind of gay antics


I was putting together a sort of reference board of Rick from the comics and realized how much I love his expressions 

Without spoiling anything from the comics, these are presented out of context because I gotta make sure you have a reason to read them

This face is my favorite so far, that’s probably the most optimistic I’ve seen him that wasn’t fueled by an insatiable need for contraband or discontinued sauce.

Full image under the jump because Tumblr format

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I love you but I am afraid.  I am afraid of all the uncertainties the future holds. I am afraid that I will only hurt you at the end and it breaks my heart to think I will be the reason for your unhappiness. But I love you, my darling. You saw flowers in the dark corners of my mind. You found beauty in my storms. You loved me when I thought I was unlovable. You taught me I was worth it and for that, I am forever grateful. All I want for you in this lifetime is happiness but I am not sure if I am the right person for you. I am a disaster, my dear. I destroy everything that is in my path. I have this incapability of keeping good things in my life to stay. But you, oh god, I want you to stay. However, I know if I keep holding on, I will only break you. So I will slowly loosen the tight grip of my hand, letting pieces of you to slip and fall out. I want you to know every moment spent with you shined and if you end up with someone else in the future, I hope you make that person experience it as well. For now, I will leave it up to the stars. Whatever the ending of our story may be, as long as you are happy, I will be as well.
—  lm // An open letter to the person I love (prompt)

anonymous asked:

Hey! Love your writing! Could you do a Connor x homeschooled reader? If not that's totally cool! Thanks!

thank you!

•You had met him at the park, he was smoking and accidentally bumped into you. He just kept walking while he knocked you down, so being a brave person you called out to him.

•"I’m sorry I bumped into you.“ “You didn’t do shit.”

•He didn’t recognize you from school, so he knew you didn’t have a reason to be messing with him unless there was some kind of cult you were in with people from his school. He knows the kids in his school, and they would totally be in a cult. (I want to start a cult now, it could work.)

•You started to talk to him even if he didn’t want you to. Any other day and if he was less high, he would scream at your ass but you’re just too pretty and kind to scream at.

•You exchange numbers because you want to make friends and you sometimes don’t have the chance to due to homeschooling.

•He actually texted you first. He couldn’t really help it, he just couldn’t get your face out of his mind, no matter how cheesy that sounds. He tried to be casual about it, but he will admit, he was jumping with joy when you texted him back.

•You started texting back and forth.

•The first text, you got his last name. The second he got yours. The fifth you made a joke. The tenth he made a joke. The two hundredth you were making plans to hang out.

•You were going to meet at the park again, well that was the plan at least. You had free roam since your mom wasn’t home and who cares? You got in trouble after, apparently she cares.

•The seven hundredth text he asked you on a date, the seven hundredth and one, you agreed.

•You came back home to find yourself with a new friend and boyfriend. Wow! Now, that’s character development.

•If you can’t leave, he’ll just come over. Your mom loves him and thinks he’s good for you, which is weird because he looks gloomy in all black, but he’s very polite and kind to her. You have a conspiracy that she also knows the rest of the Murphys.

•He’ll help you with something if you don’t quite understand it. He brings his homework over and you see that it’s stuff that you already have learned, so sometimes you assist him.

•You went over to the Murphys once and it went disastrously because you went to hang out with Connor but Zoe wanted to get to know you. None of you mention it to each other over again.

•If Connor commits suicide, (ITS AN IF, I LIVE IN A WORLD THAT CONNOR STAYS ALIVE FOR ETERNITY), you are just shattered. You stop coming out of your room and you stop going over to the Murphys, not even to give them your condolences, but they didn’t really expect you to. Cynthia tries to talk to you but you wouldn’t come out of your room until you heard the letter he wrote.

•He skips school to hang out with you at the park or at your house. He gives you a fake excuse, that you are aware that is fake, and just sticks around you.

•Your mom teases you about him while she gives you school papers. You tried to stop her, but she wouldn’t.

•He almost convince you to go to public school, and you almost convinced him to be homeschool. You both decided to stay where you are.

shiroshade  asked:

Do you realize that you're a magician? You take an idea, some materials, and then you craft these amazingly detailed figures from nothing. You can take nothing and turn it into something precious. That is magic. Sometimes I look at your pool of work and get angry because it's too pretty. I really admire the dedication and hours you must put into everything you create.

Thank you for this. It made me smile– I’ve always wanted to be a mage. Clay, and art in general has a magical quality to it for me too. There’s something about knowing that you created a thing with your hands, your mind, and that it’ll still be here after you’re gone, representing your thought and intent. I suppose some people have children for similar reasons, but art has a different kind of permanence to it, I think. 

(In my case my ‘thought and intent’ are an unending litany of ‘I love Dragon Age,’ lol.) 

Anyway…thank you. You’re very kind to say so.

khsupergeek1288  asked:

Hey Osomatsu if Choromatsu doesn't want a kid like with Ichi why not adopt? It's a start

Oso: See Choromatsu? We can still get our baby!

Choro: I already said no so stop insisting!

Oso: What’s your deal?! I thought you didn’t wanna have one because you saw how Ichimatsu handled his pregnancy and with this you won’t have to!

Choro: Either way we can’t!

Oso: Yes we can you just don’t wanna!

Choro: …Do you even know the reason why I’m refusing so much?

Oso: Because you just don’t wanna?

Choro: Because of us!

Oso: …Us?

Choro: Not in a relationship way. I do love you but I know our situation. We’re NEETs I hate to say. We don’t have jobs, even if we have one we don’t last in them, you mostly don’t like to work and don’t plan on working any time soon. So how do you plan for us to have a child when we still live with our parents and jobless? We wouldn’t be able to afford looking out for our selves, and with a child even less…Do you understand what I’m trying to say?

Oso: …Whoa…I uh, didn’t really see it that way. I just thought we were gonna stay here and all.

Choro: Mom and Dad already have their own business and they need a break from all this. Look…it does sound like a good idea to have a baby, even better with someone like you, but maybe later when we get our life settled and have a proper home for a baby, ok?

Oso: …Ok :)

Choro: …I love you.

Oso: Love you too, babe.

Choro: Babe?

sorryfreudianslip  asked:

i would LOVE to hear your thoughts on dear evan hansen if ur up for it i have v strong feelings about it and most of it is disappointment

let’s get the two big bullet points out of the way first:

  • ben platt absolutely deserved the “best actor” tony he received; his work as evan is the one of the most raw, all-in performances I’ve ever seen in a musical. four for you, ben platt. the cast is great across the board, actually, and the accolades they raked in aren’t misplaced. 
  • dear evan hansen should have at least lost the “best new musical” and “best music” tonys to natasha, pierre, and the great comet of 1812. even if I thought DEH was a complete success (I don’t), its themes of adolescent alienation, mental illness, suicide, and family struggle have been covered equally well by other musicals, including bare and next to normal. the score also isn’t anything new. the songs are fine, with some edging into very good, but again, I give you next to normal. it’s not that DEH is bad, it’s that it’s not breaking any new ground, and that’s what these particular awards exist to honor. 

anyway, now that that’s taken care of. 

My issue with dear evan hansen can be summed up in one sentence: it pulled its punches. this is a story about a kid who’s so socially anxious and desperate for recognition from his peers that he inserts himself into the life of a family who just lost their son to suicide. the first act understands how inherently fucked up that is for everyone, it follows Evan as does his best to soften the blow of loss for the Murphys, and then watches as that lie helps him fall ass-backwards into everything he ever wanted. it understands that despite Evan’s feelings of isolation and his attempts at kindness, he still has a bit of a nasty streak. he doesn’t pull the plug on the ‘me and Connor were so close’ charade because everything it got him feels so good; the girl of his dreams, parents who are always there, the world seeing him as valuable and important. Connor Murphy’s suicide gives Evan the chance to reinvent himself, and reinvent he does. his motivations are twisted up and sad and ugly, and even the “best” thing he pulls off - the creation of the Connor Project - only enters his head because he’s afraid of losing the pull that his connection to Connor gives him. Evan sees himself in Connor, and siphons off people’s anguish to soothe the pain of no one having noticed his own suicide attempt. once you’ve walked your protagonist to that point, you’ve created an emotional and thematic narrative that’s far too messy to be tied off into an uplifting bow. unfortunately, that’s exactly what the show tries to do

the second act teeters on the same tightrope the first walked easily, effective at times (showcasing just how good at bullying Evan’s become when he rejects his own mother + his only friend in favor of the life the Murphys have offered him), less so at others (there’s a late-stage emphasis on pile-on culture that doesn’t go anywhere thematically). It’s not until the end that the show collapses into empty platitudes and pop psychology, knocking the teeth out of what until then has been a vicious tangle of hurt and resentment and grief. when Evan comes clean, we’re supposed to believe that all he ever wanted was to be loved, because his Dad Left, and his Mom Was Absent, and No One Noticed Him. this, despite the fact that we’ve seen Evan be desperate and oily throughout, ingratiating himself with the right words that lean on the right places, going so far as to lie to a girl about what her abusive brother thought of her so he could make a clean breast of how much he liked her. 

this doesn’t make Evan a bad character; on the contrary, that little knot of meanness and desperation is what makes him such a good one. but the show refuses to commit to what it’s created. when he finally tells the Murphys the truth, their reaction of horror and betrayal is exactly what you’d expect–and then the next (and final) two scenes are: 

  1. Evan’s mom cradling her son and telling him that she Should Have Been There More. 
  2. Zoey Murphy fucking agreeing to see Evan again in his orchard of lies

Because it’s fine, you know? It’s been a year since Evan nested into her family’s loss like a raccoon in an attic, and he did get people to kickstart an apple grove for her brother’s memory, so it’s basically like it never happened. People came together over Connor’s death despite Evan’s motives, and it helped the Murphys let go and move on and heal and oh my godddddddd am I going insane? am I the only person who thinks this is the tiredest, most knee-jerk ~closure~ bullshit they’ve ever heard? a breathtaking emotional wound can’t be handwaved away, and certainly not offstage in a cheap time lapse. ugh. if they wanted this ending, Evan should have confessed near the top of the act, and the story should have spent the next 45 minutes earning its neat, uncomplicated little cherry on top. 

I guess at the end of the day I’m annoyed at this show. it starts as something interesting and difficult and very very human. it ends as something that’s had all the poison milked. 

anonymous asked:

Hi! I completed the series last week and I have a question for you about Hugh. Were you annoyed in any way with him in the final season? I get that that was the writer's intention, to portray the 1920s conservative man, but for some reason it was frustrating to see him go from being a cute cupcake of a man to a man wanting the husband to have "complete control over his wife", you know? I still love him ofc, but the shine wore off a bit for me towards the end.

Hi Anonymous, and apologies for being so late with my answer. Thank you for your question! It is a very reasonable one, and I know there are many views on Hugh and his behaviour in the third season of “Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries”. Here is my take:

The way I see Hugh, he is not a very conservative man, but neither is he very modern. He is like “a normal guy”, kind and honest and nice – and even if he will never be in the forefront of demanding women’s rights or any other developments in society, he is also not against them. He has been raised with a view on what is normal and just and reasonable, and this is challenged in the series, from several directions – from Phryne’s take on modernity (and the way Dot takes over part of it), but also from things like the nepotism in the police force. 

Hugh is young and under development, an example of the kind but not outstandingly progressive or liberal male, and the series shows us how this kind of person can be turned into an ally to the more modern characters. As a character, he has the function of giving another reaction than Jack – his naivety, shock and fumbling are used as a way to highlight that Jack is not naive, not shocked, not fumbling; that Jack is experienced and underneath his formal surface actually very liberal. Hugh is not like Jack, but he is not the opposite either – he is rather developing towards becoming like Jack. The show has a very optimistic view of this kind of development: the misogynistic, chauvinistic males get much less space than Hugh fighting to understand what these societal developments might mean in his life.

@firesign23 often says that Hugh is always as clever as the plot demands, and this is true – he is not given a completely logical development, but rather written to fit with the plot, whether that is believing a superior that tells him to drink on the job in “Blood and Circuses”, or trying to protect Dot from seeing a dead body in “Death Defying Feats” although she is the one who was present when the poor girl died. He is kind, naive, trusting, learning, and tries to be a gentleman. He also often gets to be a comic relief in the series, which is perfectly acted by Hugo Johnstone-Burt.

I definitely see what you mean that Hugh becomes a little bit less of a cupcake, but I don’t think he so much tries to control his wife; I think he tries to negotiate life, between all the different expectations he is on the receiving end of from different angles. In a way, you might say that it is rather sound that he tries to have an opinion about things and not just leave it all to Dot.

So, I guess I’m not particularly frustrated with Hugh, rather I love the way he is a good guy but also has to struggle about it and figure it out. 

Hope this answer doesn’t disappoint too much – and I’d love more comments or follow-up questions on this too!

Originally posted by patriciadeville

(ooc: still have no sketchbook, nor any pencils/erasers, but i wanted to draw. Shy is a male, likes to be addressed as he/him, they/them are fine, and he loves to wear dresses and feel pretty. To him, wearing such makes him feel comfortable and happy. This kinda represents me, but opposite. I am a female, like to be addressed as female, but love to wear “masculine” clothes because it is comfy for me. What people don’t realize, is that they misgender both me and Shy for these reasons. I’ve had people tell me I look prettier dressed like a girl, when I’m not being a man. Well, that hurts, I’m not trying to be a man, I’m just trying to wear things that feel right to me, feel comfortable to me. Why do clothes have to tell others what gender you are? Weren’t they first made to protect against the environment? We are so quick to judge, some can’t even be comfy in what they wear in fear of being ridiculed, or called something they are not. I say, let people wear what they want! If I want to wear basketball shorts and a tank top, and be seen as a female, let me! If Shy wants to be a pretty princess but still be a male, let him! Life is too short to be self conscious with how we look, and we already have enough problems. I don’t need the added anxiety of what you think of how I dress, I am not going to change. And neither should you, wear what you want!~ Live “your” life, don’t try to live an imposters. I am a girl, I like to wear t-shirts with superheroes and basketball shorts, black and blue sneakers, and I’m happy with my choice to do so. Shy is a boy, who loves to feel like a pretty toon, wearing dresses and skirts, Mary Janes, whatever, and he won’t change that! Don’t bend to another, be yourself, for there is only one true you, and you are unique, not like anyone. Why try to be like them and sad, when you can choose to be yourself, stand tall, and prove everyone that you can be happy, by being yourself!~)

And there it is.

Normally I simply block or delete this type of messages, but since I have already imposed this exchange on everyone, I thought I should post its conclusion as well.

I have always welcomed constructive criticism and feedback; it does not only help you grow, but it’s always fantastic when someone takes the time to help you, since they usually have nothing to gain by it. This is, in fact, the reason I chose to answer these messages, even though the tone was in my opinion impolite and condescending.

But anon, resorting to personal attacks because a point has been proven incorrect is beneath you. I assume you have already decided I’m just snobbish, and that the fault in the communication was solely mine, but at the very least I have treated you with respect.

I apologize if I have upset you, or anyone else who has read this, and once again wish everyone a lovely day.




Joe Sugg

Looking Over

New Human (ft. Conor Maynard)

‘I Fricken’ Love You!’

Fireworks and Weddings (Pt 1) 


It’s A Secret

Who have we become?

Let’s run away

I’m not moving

The stars are just as beautiful as you

That tastes like tequila and you

Being hungover with you is better

Candle lit

Just us, Together, Dreaming

Whatever happens

Let’s think about this

Conor Maynard


New Human (Ft. Joe Sugg - Click on the link in his part.)

Jack Maynard


‘I Fricken’ Love You!’

You Are My Reason   You are my forever (Pt. 2)

I Wont Let You Get Hurt


Your My Only Choice

You make me happy again

Nice to finally see you

It’s yours

When did she get hot?

It shines for you

This is who we are

I’m not moving

Don’t go

The only thing we need

What’cha readin’?

Caspar Lee

You look amazing tonight

Josh Pieters

Please, just get out.

Small bump

I fell for you


I needed to do that with alcohol

Any day

I’m Actually Quite Scared

‘Save me, please.’

This Stays Hidden

Oli White



Mikey Pearce