So about 4 weeks ago I lost my beloved cat, who was my best mate, my “sweeter half”, my companion, the reason I came home everyday in a rush to sniff that fluffy belly. The night before the event (I don’t know how he died I just found him there in the morning) he was absolutely maniac playing and running and we played hide and seek and he came up from a dark side and scared me and I scolded him, laughing… and I used to take a plastic bag and make a little ball and he loved it and when he saw I was crafting a ball he would wait anxiously until I finished and threw it away for him to chase (specially if it fell under cushions on a sofa, he would dive into it all). So in this last precious night I crafted this little ball and I keep here with me until today. Now I was here sat studying and felt like holding it (sounds crazy but it kind of comforts me a little. As he would be on my lap right now while I study.. I still have the little ball to hold.. I miss him so much and i still cry everyday. Who has a beloved little purring love knows it) and I could not find it. I remembered that the lady that comes for cleaning the house once a week came today and I was like “I cannot believe someone threw my little ball in the trash!” and I rushed to seek on the ‘dirty’ trash. I put my hands God knows where but I just wanted to find the little ball. It was not there. So I remembered the recyclable trash bag.. And there it was! I was happy to find it clean but I felt extremely upset because this is my only memory of a last special moment I had with my lovable friend.. And it was just lying there as a meaningless trash. 💔
For the fluff list, can you do P for Spot, Albert and Race please?
P= parents (how are they as parents) I’ve already answered this for main boy spot
P= parents (how are they as parents) Super energetic father, he has those mugs saying #1 father (actually he has four of them) and is always running after and playing with his kids
P= parents (how are they as parents) He’s similar to Albert where he’s super energetic. He has so many dad jokes and does anything to make his child laugh. Low key he is super protective of his kids and will fight for them
The entire backstory of GameGrumps sounds like something out of a Dan Harmon-esque sitcom. An animator teams up with a media critic for a let’s play channel, but the critic abruptly leaves less than a year later and is replaced with Danny Sexbang, singer of the band Ninja Sex Party. Another segment is hosted by Danny and an Irish-Australian-American animator/sadist. Arin’s wife Suzy is a professional goth queen, and their editor is a pure and humble walking beard. They are both frequent guests that host another segment of tabletop games. In between their cahoots the team becomes one of the most recognized let’s play channels.
Running gags include: wolfjob, “cranberriduceus”, the D Club, Dan’s Israeli father’s voicemails, Arin insisting on playing as a girl, selling out to Wendy’s, “mmmMMMmmm, funnyyyyy JOKE”, a burger that’s first used as a visual gag but becomes a recurring character with its own lines, “my pussyyyyy”, never reading tutorials, giving Barry incredibly specific demands, MARK ZUCKERBERG, and the time Arin sharted his pants out of rage
Did I mention that Ninja Sex Party’s other member is a father that quit a tenured job as a professor of theoretical physics, at which he has a P.h.D, in order to become a keytar-weilding ninja? And Ross (the sadist) is married to a bird enthusiast and professional cosplayer. And the aforementioned critic later becomes a white supremacist apologist. This all happens in five years.
-the scene where chloe and brooke r talking to christine brooke says like “jake sucks!!” or something and chloe whips around and shrieks “NO HE DOESNT” and honestly? mood
-the guy playing michael is totally playing him as Jealous Gay Best Friend or at least. he was SO DONE with jeremy’s pining over christine bullshit BUT HE WAS DEF HAPPY WHEN THEY DID GET TOGETHER
-JAKE CALLED EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITES EXTRA CIRCULAR ACTIVITY i was weak
-when jeremy went “optic nerve blocking: on” one of the people behind me went “oh my god.”
-WHENEVER MR REYES WENT “our funds will go to the frisbee golf organization!” ONE OF THE EXTRAS WENT “YES!!” the extras are so funny i would straight up die for them
-as jeremy was purchasing the squip and the stockpeople were showing it to him michael stretched his camera over jeremy’s head to take a picture inside the box fjsksks it was so funny
-THE GIRLS ARE SO FUNNY
-CHRISTINE IS HILARIOUS
-also christine’s outfit is so cute she’s wearing those leggings that are like cat leggings
-BROOKE IS PRECIOUS AND ALSO HILARIOUS
-do you wanna ride was SO FUNNY
-THE SQUIP IS INCREDIBLY TALENTED
-he Hits Some Notes
-ALSO during be more chill pt. two jeremy was SO EXCITED TO BECOME POPULAR
-MICHAEL DABBED DURING “COOL IN COLLEGE” google search how to unstan michael mell
-OK SO DURING THE PART WHERE ALL OF THE POPULAR KIDS RUN INTO PLAY REHEARSAL RICH WALKED IN AND HUMPED THE BACK OF JEREMYS CHAIR FJSJDJSJSIDJSJS
-the squip song was SO FUNNY
-ALSO DURING UPGRADE CHRISTIME AND JAKE MADE! OUT! THEY STRAIGHT UP MADE OUT SON
-also during be more chill pt 2 jake and one of the extras picked up jeremy and put him on their shoulders and when they set him down on his bed the bed went “KRRRRK” and the squip went “BE CAREFUL WITH HIM”
-HALLOWEEN WAS AWESOME
-the chemistry between christine and jeremy is so dorky and cute fjdisidiidisksks
-JAKE AND JEREMY HAD A DANCE BATTLE I WAS LOSIN IT
-also whenever jake réaliséd jeremy and chloe were Bangin’ he straight up PUNCHED OUT THE WINDOW TO HIS PARENTS BEDROOM
-OH ALSO at the end of ‘HALLOWEEN’ it didn’t end like it does with the music trailing off but rich went off stage going in a very broken, robotic voice, “halloween. halloween. halloween.” i was fjskskskkdskkskd. u can very clearly see how heavily he’s relying on his squip by this point to the point where he can’t even function normally without it IDK it was moving to me
-ALSO!!!!!! jake dillinger can’t emotionally deal with anything he does Not Know how girls work. i really believe he and christine would’ve worked out if he was just a little more not deaf to the emotions of those around him
-PITIFUL CHILDREN IS SO LIT
-the steady increase and change of the squips appearance from normal to Evil Villain is SO COOL
-GOD i love the squip
-also i cried during michael in the bathroom but if anyone asks What No I Didn’t
-CHRISTINE COMES OUT RIGHT BEFORE THE PLAY AND THE CURTAINS ARE SHUT AND ITS JUST LIKE AN AVERAGE HIGH SCHOOL PLAY IDK ITS REALLY ENDEARING AND CUTE
-also i am 1048289392% convinced christine canigulas entire wardrobe comes from justice
-MR REYES WEARING JEREMYS PLAY COSTUME HAD ME WEAK
-y’all. JEREMYS DAD WAS SO FUNNY
-THE PANTS SONG IS SUCH A BOP!!! A STRAIGHT UP BANGER
-everyone 30+ was LOSING THEIR SHIT at the pants song they all thought it was the funniest shit
-ALSO AT MICHAEL MAKES AN ENTRANCE THE GUY PLAYING MICHAEL RAN PAST ME (i was sitting by the aisle) AND HIS FEET WENT DUNK DUNK DUNK DUNK DUNK RIGHT NEXT TO ME AND LIKE SHOOK THE GROUND AND I THOUGHT IT WAS A STAMPEDE I DIDNT KNOW WHAT WAS HAPPENING IT WAS TERRIFYING
-he sure did make an entrance. hoo boy did he EVER
-in the finale chloe and brooke had switched shirts and uh. they fuckin
-whenever the squip said “everything about you is so terrible” he did this weird. hitting the floor seductress thing?? it was so weird
-also michael thrusted on the broke squip as it stumbled past him during the finale
-DURING THE PART WHERE THEY ALL SCREAM AND COLLAPSE AS THE SQUIP LEAVES MICHAEL JUST STOOD OVER ALL THE BODIES, STAREDFOR A SECOND AND WENT “FUCK”
-also in the middle of the smartphone hour brooke dropped her phone and shrieked
Bored of the old “light it and watch it burn?” Here are a few more ways to charge your sigils!
• draw it with honey in your tea cup before adding your tea, then stir your tea cup in a clockwise motion or anti clockwise motion depending on your sigil and if you want to increase or decrease something
• run over it with certain crystals depending on your sigil
• masturbation or sex, although it might be weird or akward to talk about it can charge a sigil extremely well
• exercising - running or playing a sport is always a fun way to charge a sigil
• sleeping with the sigil under your pillow
• drawing it with body wash on your body in the shower then rinsing it off
• Jeremy’s fuckin Aveeno ™ bottle and tissue box
• just… the kids on the bus… how they’re all doing their own thing… and how they all sway from one side to another like they’re on an actual bus
• literally everything Christine does during More Than Survive I never expected her to be so extra
• Michael literally never sitting still for once in his life
• how during the second chorus everyone’s kinda bouncing in their seats but then at “my Mac book pro hard drive” they all just JAM OUT and honestly same
• Jer kinda bouncing along to Michael’s beat as he dances to Bob Marley
• Michael’s face at the Boyf riends backpacks
• the lil push he gives Jeremy when he walks toward the play poster
• also Jer’s voice crack during “I sign my name”
• how everyone nicely frames the play poster before Rich breaks formation just to yell “GAY”
• Mike gently papping Jer’s face right before he runs into play practice
• “I’m kidding!” “Well, I’m Jeremy!”
• Christine jumping over everything and Jeremy just sorta hunched over watching her like “holy fuck she’s so cute she should not be allowed to be this cute”
• MR REYES HUGGING CHRISTINE TO HIS CHEST AT “the man is dead, let it go”
• Jake’s little arm pump at “victory dance”
• every single fucking movement Richard Goranski makes during The Squip Song
• the people in the background singing the “ah"s…. spoopy
• Rich slapping himself after he accidentally lets his lisp slip out
• just. Rich’s hips.
• also his friendship with Brooke that u can see in the background in a few scenes
• how the cushions for Two Player Game just YEET out of nowhere
• the completely unnecessary amount of touching going on during Two Player Game
• how Jeremy and Michael just work so well together and keep switching controllers
• "will you be too cool for m – …… video games?”
• how the scary stock boy does the same spooky hand movements that Rich did
• Michael shrugging at “I don’t know why”
• Jeremy’s totally overexaggerated pill swallowing
• the lady with the hat who randomly walked thru the scene?? Who Was She
• Jeremy deliberately running into Jake what a shit
• his convulsions during The Squip Enters?? he’s in so much pain help him
• people recording Jeremy highkey dying on the floor and Christine getting all worried (and also hitting Jake for calling him a freak)
• how the Squip just ascends the stairs and you can kinda see him in the darkness before he starts speaking and he takes a power stance gripping the railing and speaking super authoritatively
• there’s so much more but fuck I can’t stop thinking bout these kids
So the cast are going to role-play their D&D characters role-playing D&D characters in a D&D campaign being DM-ed by Travis role-playing Grog running a D&D campaign for a group of newbies. Grog. Who cannot do either normal or reverse math.
This idea is so amazingly ridiculous that not even the fans could have fantasised about this possibility. I have died and gone to role-play heaven.
This will only be for Jimin. I’m splitting him off because it appears he is not connected to YoonKook anymore. I’ll splice them back together if that changes.
My current working theory is that friendship is not enough to validate Jimin internally and he has romantically latched onto J-hope due to proximity, but J-hope is straight, so Jimin is imagining an alter ego of himself as a girl and what could’ve been if he had been born female. When he falls while dancing his mind splits off into a fantasy and he imagines the girl falling at the same time.
The legs during the running scene are clearly not of a person who is carrying somebody on their back. Furthermore, we can conclude that they are Jimin’s legs and not J-hope’s because they are wearing Jimin’s shoes.
Jimin’s reality: He fell while dancing and popped his stitches and distressedly kept trying to wash the blood off. Jimin’s imagination: J-hope carried his alter ego heroically to get help. The scene of J-hope running is played against Jimin running, then stopping and turning around to walk back the other way, as if he started rushing somewhere on impulse and then changed his mind about it and turned back. He may have been running to J-hope but then changed his mind.
Some clarification about Jimin’s suicide attempt because people still seem confused. Skip this paragraph if that squicks you out. He turned only the hot water on because when you slit your wrists in the tub the point is to bleed out as fast as possible, so you want the water as hot as possible (please don’t try this at home, suicide is not the answer to your problems). The water turns a murky white to symbolize his blood mixing with it; they didn’t make it red because that would be too provocative. He was shivering after getting out of that super hot bath because he lost a bunch of blood. They showed red water in the sink this time but they’re still not showing his cut wound because that would be too provocative. It’s there in spirit, you just have to use your imagination a bit.
Quick update on HR2, a wild Jungkook appears!? Credits to kookminworld0507 senpai for noticing.
He’s wearing the same clothes as Jimin and sitting in the same spot. This could have some wonky implications for what’s going on with Jimin that I can’t quite figure out right now, any additional insight would be greatly welcomed!
I’m not averse to the alternate theory that Jimin and Jungkook have started something romantic, but it doesn’t seem as plausible right now with the info we have.
Request ➸ Can you make a fluff with Jungkook when you go to bed after a long day at school and you’re really tired but he tries to wake you up and you’re really pouty and ask why and he says that you need to take your makeup off cause it’s bad from your skin but you’re too lazy to so he does it for you EXTRA FLUFFY PLEASE
Word count ➸ 2k
You woke up to the sound of your loud alarm clock, you never being gladder to hear the ringing for the first time. In the midst of your nightmare, Jimin successfully captured your boyfriend, Jungkook, heart with a simple air kiss. As much as you loved hanging out with him and the rest of his friends but at times, Jimin seemed more like a rival than a close friend.
You shivered, getting out of bed and quickly getting into the shower. The hot water tingled against your skin, washing away grogginess along with the odd feeling of jealousy that lingered due to your dream. You hoped that you wouldn’t accidentally snap at Jimin the next time you saw him.
Dressing into a bomber jacket, one of Jungkook’s old white shirts and high-waist jeans, you lazily tied your hair back because the spark that caused you to dress up died as soon as you saw your hair. It momentarily returned as you did your makeup, although going for a more natural look since you were short on time. You gave yourself a once-over in the mirror that hung on your door before going into the kitchen. You settled for a pear, the juicy green fruit deserved more love than the typical apple. Tossing the core into the trash, you grabbed your bag from the floor where you left it yesterday and noticed one of Jungkook’s socks behind it.
You sighed, the lone sock triggering the memory of when Jungkook asked you to live with him. It was probably three months after you two started dating and after a handful of times when his friends had walked in on the two of you. He was so abrupt about it, you jokingly agreeing to it at first until he showed up to your old apartment with a bunch of classified ads and a red marker. Of course, having a place to yourselves meant no interruptions but getting to know each other in the same house had its cons. Especially since Jungkook liked to eat your leftovers when you specifically tell him not to, or the fact whenever he offered to help you with the grocery, he loved to place your favourite snacks on the top shelf of your cupboard like the evil giant he is. Not to mention his habit of losing socks that turn up after weeks of being missing.
You dryly laughed to yourself, remembering that your boyfriend was currently on a trip for the next few days for his portfolio. That boy loved his camera as much as he loved you, although he couldn’t answer whether he would save his camera or you in a fire without hesitation.
This wasn’t the time to think about Jungkook, you told yourself and picked up your bag. You placed the sock on the coffee table and left the apartment. You caught the bus, rushing up the back of the bus before the driver sped down the streets. You watched the passing cars and bikes, the fall leaves adding colour to the grey asphalt of the road. The familiar scenery of your campus came into view and you got off the bus, walking down the path. People on their bikes pass you, stopping at the bike racks up ahead and you reached the corner where your best friend, Sol-ji usually popped up.
“Boo!” Just as you predicted, she came from behind you to cover your eyes and you smiled at her failed attempt to scare you.
“Halloween ended two weeks ago.”
“I meant that as an endearment.”
“Explain covering my eyes.”
“A magician never reveals all her tricks.”
“Sol-ji, you literally walked up behind me. The only magic here is how you managed to trick yourself into blatant fibbing.” You two walked up the steps into the hall, seeing people sitting in lounge chairs and others rushing up the stairs to whatever class they’re about to be late for.
“You’re so mean, Y/N~ Did Jimin say he was going to steal Jungkook away again?”
“Only in my nightmare, yes. Sorry for my outburst, I feel strange today.”
“Oh, you miss him that much.”
“I miss not having to climb the counter to grab the peanut butter and my snacks or not waiting for the bathroom in the morning? I think not.”
“The amount of denial you’re having is astounding.” You rolled your eyes, focusing on walking up the stairs as Sol-ji continued to talk to you. She was bashing her roommate, as usual, talking about how she had come home to the floor covered with pictures of cats. Somehow, her roommate hadn’t noticed that her camera was connected to the printer and she had unknowingly printed 50 Polaroid photos of her cashmere cat.
“I’m honestly questioning why I said I was okay with pets on that survey.”
“You were just being an honest person.”
“How did the system think that I and she were 85 percent compatible when she is, 100 percent accuracy, the worst roommate I ever had.”
“Just ask for a change.”
“But she makes the best cookies,” you rolled your eyes, was she seriously going to let her sweet tooth be a deal breaker, “and I might be over-exaggerating.”
“I noticed.” She elbowed your side as you laughed while you two entered the classroom. A few people were early as well and you two sat in the middle rows. You two readied yourselves for class anyways, Sol-ji pouting as she did so.
“Meanie.” You were about to reply but a soft tap on your shoulder made you turn your head to the owner of the finger.
“Oh, Himchan.” Himchan was the secretary of the student union which you were the vice president
“I’m just reminding you about today’s emergency meeting at 2.”
“What happened?” You took out your water bottle, taking a sip as Himchan nervously scratched his head.
“Mi-woo’s sick.” You choked on a sip, you quickly coughing to recover. Minwoo, the president, hasn’t missed a meeting since she became a member and usually filled you in on what happened because you were typically late to meetings because of a certain someone.
“Are you alright?”
“It’s fine, how did she get sick? “The annual cook-off, someone had the flu and everyone there got sick. I’m glad I hate cold cucumber soup.”
“You can’t be late to the meeting this time, alright?”
“Okay.” You slumped in your seat as Himchan left the classroom, your professor entering at that moment.
“Look on the bright side, at least the meetings are just an hour long.” It was as if the universe heard Sol-ji’s words at that very moment and decided that today was the day it should mess with you.
You were on time because one of the other members spotted you and walked with you to the meeting room. It was going smoothly; the group was listening to you and you could see yourself wrapping up the meeting early until Himchan started discussing the holiday event for December and all hell broke loose. It was a shouting match and members shoving ideas at you as they angrily argued which idea was best for the student body. Mi-woo, you lucky wrench, you managed to avoid this. You ended the meeting about 30 minutes late, but your day wasn’t over yet.
One of the fine arts students that knew you through Jungkook needed a replacement model for her art piece and she had the largest puppy eyes (after Jungkook, of course. That boy gives you that look intentionally and unintentionally). You forced a smile as you agreed, and she happily dragged you into an art studio where she spent three hours to paint you, which didn’t look much like you but you didn’t have the heart to tell the girl. It was about 6 when you went out to the bus stop, waiting almost an hour for the bus and you missed your bed more as the bus ride went on.
You took the elevator up, going straight into your apartment and walking straight into the bedroom. You heard water running, your tired mind playing tricks on you as your head hit the pillow and you cuddled up to the sheets.
“Babe?” You were questioning your sanity when you thought you heard Jungkook’s voice and only made you want to sleep sooner.
“Babe, wake up.”
“Why does the universe hate me so much-” You sat up to see Jungkook sitting next to you and your faces were close enough that your nose brushed against his.
“Have I lost my mind?” He laughed, you blinked in response. Jungkook is here, alive and well while you were ready to pass out. Typical.
“Did you miss me that much?”
“It really is you, the same annoying Jungkook.”
“I thought you would be happier to see me.”
“And I thought I would be able to get some sleep.”
“I guess I could remove the towel to make things easier-”
“That’s not what I meant, horndog.”
“Okay, you’re cranky.”
“I had a long ass day and I just was some R&R.”
“You could at least change and take off your makeup.”
“I don’t really care, Jungkook.” You let your head fall back onto your pillow, Jungkook poking the back of your neck.
“That’s not good for your skin, baby.”
“I’m tired, Jungkook.” You heard him tsk at you, taking the sound as a sign of victory as he got up and walked somewhere else. You were barely entering the sleep cycle when you felt him yank the sheets off you and you snapped your eyes open and looked up at him.
“Rise and shine, sweetheart.”
“One day, I’m going to find out your weakness and kill you.”
“Did you eat a lot of sugar because it’s starting to melt into your personality.”
“You’re probably the meanest girlfriend on Earth.”
“I would be a lot nicer to you if you weren’t robbing me of my precious sleep time.”
“Can you at least sit up for me?” You sat up, cross-legged, for him regardless of your sharp tone with him and he pulled the makeup wipes off the nightstand. He sat in front of you
“Shut your eyes for me.” You did so, feeling the cold wipe run across your eyelids one by one and gently over your eyelashes. He ran a clean side of the wipe across your cheeks and lips before stopping.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“The prettiest girl that ever lived.”
“Why~ Your cheeks are burning, aren’t they?”
“Shut up!” He placed his hands on either side of your cheeks, verifying the heat in your cheeks as you tried to push him away.
“Your cheeks are going to leave a burn on my hands. You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.”
“So that makes the two of us, two peas in a pod.”
“To think I missed you even in the slightest.”
“So you did miss me, huh?”
“Shut-” He cut you off, swallowing the syllables with his lips as he kissed you. Your hands grabbed handfuls of his shirt as one of his hands slipped to your side. He pulled away, you look away and Jungkook poked your cheek repeatedly.
“Should’ve known since you’re wearing my shirt anyways.” He pulled you into his lap, your arms resting on his shoulders and your hands playing with the ends of his obsidian hair.
“Why can’t you be cute and silent?”
“Because my sexy voice shouldn’t go to waste.”
“I can’t believe you just said that.”
“It’s true.” You sighed, how did you manage to find a guy like him? You placed your hand on his cheek, slowly caressing it with your thumb running across the smooth skin.
“I missed you so much, Y/N.” He pressed his lips again yours once again, his movements much more languid and gentle as his body molded into yours. He kissed away the tiredness of a long day, his touch awakened you and his presence made you feel whole.
-so Sirius finally becomes an animagus, but against popular belief he was actually the last marauder to achieve this so when he finally turns he’s so excited!!
-running around the grounds as a dog because he’s never felt so free, when suddenly some little girl screams “ITS THE GRIM!” and people start running left right and center, and one kid is scared senseless and is just crying
-so padfoot just slowly approaches, and bows his head, and very cautiously, the kid strokes his head.
-the kid tells everyone that they shouldn’t be scared of the Grim, and slowly but surely he becomes known for something much more;;;
-whenever a kid is homesick, or bullied, or even just lonely, the Grim will find them and be their friend for a time. Sometimes they sit and stroke him, sometimes he nuzzles them, sometimes they run about and play catch, and sometimes they just sit by the fire, but he’s always there for them - it’s as if he has a way to tell when someone’s alone.
-and then one time Remus has a particularly bad moon,and Sirius ends up hurt, in the hospital wing, and everyone expects the grim to go an help him, but of course no one does.
-then one day, nervous as ever, that first little kid sticks their head around the curtain and says hello
-and sirius is like why are you here little one?
-and the kid is like “I thought maybe the grim wasn’t here because it thought you were brave? Even brave people need help sometimes.”
author’s note: these are each a bit longer than intended, but not quite long enough to be drabbles on their own~~ if you want an extension or longer drabble of any, let me know because i’m kind of in love with athlete!bts rn. gif credits are linked under their names as cr.; none of these gifs are my own
“I’m going to side with Jungkookie next time you chew him out for being too hard on himself.”
Your voice pulls Seokjin above the waters that engulf his body. He hears you in waves of clarity, every other word drowned beneath the pool water as he completes his butterfly lap. He swims to the edge of the pool where you’re crouched down, a paper bag in one hand, a towel in the other.
He shakes his hair gently and laughs as you flinch away. He’s beautiful like this; in this pool, surrounded by the water he claims saves him, and you argue will swallow him up one day. Maybe you’re right. Maybe he doesn’t care, as long as you keep coming around to warn him.
He sweeps his wet hair back and away from his forehead. “That for me?” He points at the towel.
“No, it’s for the other guy in the pool,” you sit down, criss cross.
“I’m jealous of him then. He’s got a real pretty girl taking care of him.”
He hoists himself out of the water and stands next to you. You were never quite sure whether Jin was made and born to be a swimmer or whether being a swimmer sculpted the body he has. Something like an Adonis; well proportioned limbs beneath layers of muscle and the perfect amount of squish, lovely all the same. He always gives himself credit for that face of his—as he should, you think, it’s a pretty one—but that body.
That body that towers above you as he dries his hair and torso, wraps the towel around his waist and extends an arm.
“No way, this kimchi is mine,” you tell him, moving the brown bag behind your back.
Jin only laughs softly and shakes his head, “No, give me your hand, love. I think it would fit in mine swimmingly, don’t you agree?”
“Kind of unfair that your boyfriend’s short as a stump, but better than half the team,” a sweaty, unhappy Seungcheol sits next to you.
You only chuckle and watch as Yoongi makes another perfect swish. “He’s persistent.”
“He’s crazy,” Seungcheol counters.
“That too,” you hum, “You chose your fate when you voted him captain.”
You lean back into the bleachers and watch as Yoongi instructs the rest of the team to run play number seventeen again in preparation for their upcoming championship. Seungcheol is mid-sip of his water bottle when Yoongi calls out for him and you see his body visibly choke up.
“Choi, get off your ass, back on the court, and away from my girl.”
You snicker as you watch Seungcheol scurry back onto the court, mumbling something about how Yoongi has it out for him. His presence is soon replaced by that of your blonde haired boyfriend; he places his hands on either side of you, looks down with little beads of sweat on the side of his face, and a slight smirk on his lips.
“Hi,” he sings after a minute of silence. You can’t help but laugh, sweeping his bangs out of eyes before returning the hello.
“You should give Scoups a break, he’s’s tired,” you pout. ”Besides, I thought you wanted me to be friends with your friends.”
Yoongi rolls his eyes. “When I said you should make friends, I meant with Seokjin and Namjoon, not these idiots.”
“Then why’d you invite me to sit in on your practice? Jin and Namjoon are on the swim team.”
“I figured you see me all hot and sweaty, get turned on, and then we’d go home and have great sex.”
He chuckles as you hit his bicep and leans over slightly to kiss your forehead, while mumble about how greasy he is. “Alright, fine, since you care about them so much, how about I end practice early, then you and me can go grab some food?”
“What, no great sex afterwards?”
Yoongi laughs, breathy yet full. “Shutup and get your stuff ready,” he tells you before walking back to center court.
Of course he’s still jumping off the walls. Only Hoseok could manage to attempt to teach someone how to play tennis in the blazing hot sun for two hours and still have enough energy to run a marathon.
“Hobi, I have a confession to make,” you huff, holding the ridiculously bright tennis ball in your hand, “I only asked you to teach me to play tennis for the aesthetic of the whole thing and because you look good in your uniform. Now can we please go back to your dorm and take a nap?”
Your words paint a heart shaped smile on his lips. He throws his head back with laughter—and suddenly it’s hard to tell whether you’re suffering because of the heat or his beautiful jawline. Probably both.
“You think I look good in my uniform?” He sniggers.
You roll your eyes, “The whole school thinks you look good in your uniform.”
He does though. He manages to not look ridiculous in his neon yellow shirt and matching tennis shoes. His calves are incredible and hidden behind his white shorts are the strongest pair of thighs you’ve ever seen. Somehow he’s pulling off his slightly transparent visor. For some unknown reason the sweatband around his wrist is attractive too. And when he swings on the ball his biceps flex and it’s a sight for sore eyes.
“I didn’t ask about the whole school, I asked you, sunshine.”
“Yes, Hobi, I just said that, stop being greasy,” you pout, “Now can we please get out of this heat?”
He laughs at your pain and if he weren’t so angelic you’d probably have already kneed him in the balls.
It’s too hot for touching but when you feel his arm wrap around your shoulders you don’t push him away. “Alright, let’s go,” he kisses the top of your head and leads you off of the courts.
“For the record, you look really good in your uniform too,” he winks, “That skirt does wonders for your legs, babe.”
You take the racket out his hand and hit him atop his head, “Yah! Jung Hoseok, I told you to stop being greasy!”
You make your way around the couch and settle down next to your boyfriend who’s watch the taping of his last swim meet for the tenth time today, at least.
“Only you could set the record for fastest backstroke and still be upset, Joonie.”
Namjoon works harder than anyone you know, whether it be at his school work or training. He’s constantly on the grind to improve himself, push himself to be a little better than he was yesterday. It’s admirable, but he’s also the most self-critical person on the planet.
“He was tailing me, (Y/N). If I had been even one stroke slower, I would have lost.”
“But you weren’tone stroke slower, Joon. You won.”
“But I could have—”
“You could shutup and pay attention to your girlfriend,” you interrupt with a smile. “I made popcorn.”
Namjoon’s eyes soften and a gentle smile graces his lips. You’re an angel in his eyes; why you choose to stick with him and his self-criticism and hectic practice schedules is beyond him. He only knows he’s grateful for it.
“You know I’m not supposed to eat that,” he sighs.
“Popcorn is healthy for you! Jin told me so.”
“Pretty sure you mean pizza, not popcorn.”
“Alright, then let’s go get pizza.”
“Baby, I can’t—”
“Can’t? That doesn’t sound like the attitude of a winner to me,” you pout, and his eyes grow at your use of his own words against him. When he doesn’t say anything, only looks down at your lap and sighs, you reach your free hand to cup his face, gently stroking his cheek with your thumb. “Kim Namjoon, you just broke a regional record that hasn’t been broken in thirty years and you’re telling me you can’t let your girlfriend treat you to a slice of pizza?”
He kisses you with his soft lips and smiles back. “I love you, you know that?”
You peck his lips again and run your hands through his hair, “I know, Joon. But you should love yourself just as much.”
Yeah, he thinks. You’re an angel sent from above. His angel.
“Like, the Disney princess?” he asks, “Why’s that?”
He takes your mitten-clad hands in his and leading you onto the ice. You stumble, but he’s there to catch you. “You know, with the blonde hair and the ice and everything.”
Jimin only smiles and emits a breathy laugh. “Whatever you say, love.”
You’re about to remark on his resemblance to the ice princess again, but Jimin soon starts skating backwards, dragging you along with him by the extension of your hands.
“Wah—Jimin, you said we’d go slow!” You yell and he makes circles around the rink, giggles flying at your distress.
“Going slow is no fun!” He quips, suddenly changing directions. The speed makes his bangs fly over his forehead and cover his eyes—and he really does look like Elsa, you think—or at least you try to think when you’re not thinking about how you’re going to die if he doesn’t stop.
“Jiminie!” you screech, as he comes to a sudden halt, holding you close to his chest. His eye smile is the only thing saving him from a serious beating right now. That and the fact that if he skated away, you couldn’t catch him in your wildest dreams.
“If you’re gonna wear my jersey, you’ve gotta go faster than two inches an hour, babe. I don’t want people thinking I’m in love with a wimp.”
You roll your eyes. “Fine, then I’ll just wear Seokmin’s jersey.”
“Not a chance,” he rolls his eyes back at you.
You take in his wind brushed hair and flushed face. He scrunches his nose slightly, flashing a smile that reaches his eyes. You almost tilt your head wondering if this Park Jimin is the same boy who bodychecked a guy so hard he knocked his tooth out last Tuesday.
“Your nose is red.”
Jimin wraps his arms around your waist and shrugs, “It’s okay. The cold never bothered me anyway.”
“Gross, Tae, get off of me, you’re all sweaty and grassy!” You shove your indeed sweaty and grass-stain infected boyfriend away from you to no avail.
Taehyung only giggles into your ears and hugs you closer. “I thought you said I look hot when I’m sweaty.”
“You look hot, but you smell gross. Tae, come on, this shirt is new.”
“That shirt is mine.”
You feel the heat rise to your face and shove him again. “You can’t even be here it’s a thirty second time out!”
He finally retreats and looks at you with messy hair and a rectangular smile.
“Kim! Get back here!” His coach yells on cue. Taehyung gives him a thumbs up, and you a quick kiss to cheek before running back to his team’s side, yelling about how you jinxed it. Only your Taehyung would think it’s appropriate to run to the sidelines to hug his girlfriend mid-time out.
“You two are gross,” Yoongi comments. Jungkook agrees with him.
“They’re cute, hyung,” Namjoon beams.
The whistle is blown and Taehyung is back in action, weaving the soccer ball between his feet and past the other team. He winks at you when he scores; Yoongi is seconds from barfing up his lunch. You only shake your head and watch ahead.
Tae’s team is quick to jump on him when he scores the winning goal. They carry him off to the sidelines as the game ends and players and spectators alike begin to pack up their belongings. Tae looks at you from across the field, gloriously sweaty and grass-stained, and mouths “now?” to you.
You can only giggle and nod your head. He runs and engulfs you in a warm (and overdramatic, according to Jungkook) hug. He’s spinning you around, his giggles swirling with yours and you feel like you’re floating—all of his sweat and stains forgotten. When you stop, he doesn’t give you time to congratulate him or scold you for messing up your—his—shirt; he kisses you, happily and deeply, grime and all.
Yoongi and Jungkook pretend to vomit in the background, but he doesn’t care. “I love you,” he beams, before kissing you again.
There are pros and cons to dating a varsity athlete.
The pros include laying underneath your boyfriend as you “help” him do pushups and receiving a kiss each time he leans down; resting your head on said boyfriend’s toned chest; the feeling of his calloused hands ghosting along your sides while you cuddle on his futon; wearing his alternate jersey at games, despite it being too many sizes too big for your smaller frame; and cute picnic dates in the middle of an empty baseball field.
The cons include waking up at five in the morning to attend said picnic date.
“Come on, this is cute!” he exclaims as you take another bite into your breakfast sandwich. He hadn’t even opted for you two to sit in the bleachers—instead, setting up picnic over the pitcher’s mound.
You only stare back at him, thinking about what you wanna do more: kiss him or smack him. It is cute, you reason, so you won’t smack him. It’d be cuter if you didn’t have to wake up at five to do it, so you won’t kiss him either.
In lieu, you give him a soft smile. He sure is precious with that his two-row bunny smile he’s got.
Jungkook breaks your train of thought with a sudden squeal, “Ooh, come here, it’s starting.” He motions for you come over to his side of the small bump. You shuffle over, having given up on keeping your leggings clean, and sit next to him. He takes the blanket he’d kept in his lap and spreads it over your shoulders as he wraps his arms around you. (That’s another pro—those damn arms).
Jungkook points just over the edge of the top of the stadium where the sun can be seen poking out. The sky is a gorgeous yellow-orange hue as the ball of light makes it way high into the sky. You look up at him, smile as warm as the sunlight being cast on the two of you lean slightly to kiss his cheek.
“I guess this is cute,” you lean on his shoulder afterwards (pro number twenty-seven), and wrap your hands around his waist.
“Told you so,” he hums. You smile into his neck, because who would have thought star pitcher of the varsity baseball team, Jeon Jungkook would be into cheesy picnic dates and watching the sunrise?
We weren’t greedy, you know? We would have been happy with a picture of Stan and Rick just standing near each other or running from aliens or playing cards but they chose to draw them professing their love for each other.
All we asked for was Rick and Stan singing a duet, they could have picked a Disney song or some annoying pop music but they picked “I Got You Babe” and sprinkled it with pet names and references to marriage and things Stan didn’t want to talk about “in front of the kids.”
They knew exactly what we wanted and gave it to us in spades. Bless them.
Clowns are probably one of the most mistreated creatures people keep as domestic pets. So many parents buy clowns for their children’s birthdays without doing any research on how to properly care for their clown, and therefore, so many clowns live cramped, uncomfortable, and stressed lives! This is an easy to follow guide on how to properly care for your clown, to make sure they live the best life possible.
Imagination Lane // “Imagine This” Scenario #2: Bill Skarsgard
(Warning: This is slightly long for an imagine scenario, but I couldn’t help but write this out. I’m also in a sappy Bill mood, and I needed this as soon as the idea struck me last night as I laid in bed trying to get to sleep. Shame on me lol.)
If you want to know what The First Fight Box is and what it entails, clickhere.
Imagine This:You and Bill have entered into your first serious argument as a married couple. A few months back, on your wedding day, you both created what you called “The First Fight Box,” and slipped letters inside for you both to read – when the time came.
Today, you both have agreed to a small cease-fire within your heated argument and decided to open the box…