it grows fast and tends to stick out as if it grows in completely different directions from the rest of his hair.
earning him nicknames like seaweed and kelp-head.
although he wasn’t actually born with magic he was raised by witches so he knows his way around it and it’s a pretty integral part of his life.
dabbles mostly in herbs and alchemy etc.
and whatever magic surrounds him is either the leftover spell work of those who raised him or borrowed from nature.
also he speaks to animals.
like he doesn’t have full conversations with them but they listen and understand him and he can generally guess what they want.
studies botany but gets in a lot of arguments with his professors because he has a less scientific view of nature.
has a home and everything but probably spends most of his summers living up a tree taking care of woodland animals.
you’ve caught him muttering to squirrels a few times.
seen him chased across campus by literally every cat in the area.
but you just assumed he’s nice and likes to feed the animals.
a lot of socks have been disappearing from around your dorm lately and you thought maybe someone was pulling a prank, when taehyung one day approaches you with a bag full of odd socks.
he explains that the magpie living near your dorm recently had its nest destroyed and was compensating, but that he’s “had a word with him and he won’t do it again.”
like most people you just assumed he was joking.
but he doesn’t really try to hide any of this, if someone asks why he’s so weird he’ll just frown and say he was raised by witches, like lmao what did you expect.
then a week later you come across him making a splint for a pigeon with a broken wing out of popsicle sticks and you realise you need to get to know this boy because?????? who even does that ???
and you bump into him again later that same week but this time he has ??? a squirrel ??? in his hair ???
you’re like “whu h?U???” because holy shit cute
and he’s like “yeah she likes the smell of my shampoo.”
you ask how he knows and he just shrugs.
and when the squirrel tugs too hard he’s like “ouch okay that’s enough.”
and she just like, scampers off and you’re like ??????????
and he just smiles.
after that you keep finding individual wildflowers everywhere around your dorm and wherever you go on campus.
like someone’s been picking them and leaving them around the place for you to find.
and the birds singing outside your window in the morning have increased like tenfold in number.
you have no idea this is taehyung basically attempting to court you.
not until a magpie drops a four-leaf clover on you one morning, a squirrel scampers up to you with a daisy while you’re reading in the shade for a tree, and when you look up there he is, scratching the back of his neck and mumbling something about a picnic.
just imagine how bright he’d smile when you accept his invitation.
the rest, as they say, is history.
taehyung knows all the best spots for camping and tree-climbing and berry-picking and picnics and you two go on so many adventures exploring the wilderness surrounding your little town.
he never falls out of a tree?
like he literally can’t because he was enchanted as a kid.
so you bet your butt he’s gonna hang upside down and make you do a spider-man kiss with him.
he sends you love notes by squirrel and cat and even a duck one time.
and when summer comes around he invites you to stay with him in his tree house and help him take care of the animals.
and he tells you about all the silly names he gave to plants as a kid before he studied and learned their actual names.
you literally always have fresh flowers in your hair, don’t ask me how or where they come from maybe they grow there idk.
always always always holding hands, listen this boy has no intentions of ever letting you go no way nope
and you two are just very much in love and enjoying nature and each other and everywhere you go flowers bloom tbh bless :’)
“Hey, guys!” You waved at the camera. Jack stood besides you, smiling to your invisible audience “Today I’m here with my not-so-lovely best friend, Jack Maynard!” You joked, cheering after you said his name.
He pushed you aside, a big smile plastered on his face “I don’t even know why I still hang out with you” he joked, watching you as you popped your head into the shot again.
“Today we’re doing the Yoga Challenge!” You said, ignoring him “I would do it with my boyfriend, but I don’t have one of those” you said, pouting slightly.
Jack rolled his eyes playfully “Why would you need a boyfriend when you have me, huh?” He teased. You knew he was just doing it for the Y/S/N shippers. He was like that off camera as well, but you knew he was always a more indecent teaser when the spotlight was on both of you.
“Stop trying to get out of the friendzone, Jack” you teased back, giving him a playful look.
He put a hand over his heart, and moaned dramatically “It hurts, babe” he said, and you couldn’t help but blush by his words. Him calling you a babe was your weakness, and he knew it. So he used it against you all the time.
“Anyway, lets go back to the video” you said casually before things could get any more awkward “Conor has chosen some random pictures of yoga poses and he’s sent them to me, but I haven’t opened them yet so I don’t know what to expect”
You looked at Jack, who nodded “And since I’m still a great personal trainer, I will make sure we ace those yoga poses” he smiled.
You rolled your eyes playfully “You were a personal trainer when you did it with Josh and let me tell you, it wasn’t brilliant” you laughed.
He pushed you again, making you squeal “Let’s get started!” He cheered.
You grabbed your phone and opened Conor’s chat “Alright, this one should be easy” you said, showing him a picture of a couple with their backs bent and holding their elbows.
You adjusted your yoga clothes. It was just a plain pair of thick black leggings and a grey tank top that showed a little bit of skin on your belly. Your hair was up on a high ponytail, and you were just on your black socks. Jack, on the other hand, was wearing long running pants and a tight Nike t-shirt that revealed a little bit of muscle.
When Jack proposed you did the Yoga Challenge together for you channel, all you could think about was him all sweaty in sporty clothes. You would be lying if you said you haven’t been feeling a little bit weird about him lately. It was just the way he looked at you, touched you, made you laugh, took care of you. It drove you insane.
Why did it take you so long to realize he was such a good guy for you?
But you always shook your head at that kind of thoughts. He was just your friend. You were just a friend to him. It would be wasted effort to try to be something you obviously were not. But still, you couldn’t stop wondering what it would be like to have those full lips on yours.
The second and third pose weren’t much of a challenge themselves. All in all, you were quite the talented yoga couple. But then, the fourth pose came. You should’ve seen it coming. It was Conor choosing the pictures you were talking about.
“So, I basically have to hold you by the ass” Jack said, laughing out loud as he saw the picture, showing it to the camera afterwards “I can go for the waist if you want”
“It would be more appropriate” you said, getting ready just above him. You carefully leaned back until you felt Jack’s hands holding you steadily on your waist. Or maybe not so steadily.
You accidentally slipped from his grip, and lost balance. But before you hit the floor with the loudest bang you would’ve ever heard, Jack moved quickly just so his body was under yours. You fell on top of him instead, as his hands never left your sides.
“Shit, are you okay?” He asked you, getting up immediately to check if you were hurt. You chuckled, holding onto his arm to sit up.
“Good catch, I have to say” you laughed, making him laugh as well now that he knew you were alright.
“I’ll always catch you” he mumbled, but you weren’t sure if you had heard it well, so you let it go.
The rest of the video went fairly well. You were lucky Jack was so strong - and patient - or else the challenge would’ve gone way worse. You fell off him a couple of times, nothing too serious. But Jack’s touch on your skin sent chills down your spine every single time, and you knew you were screwed. Your attempt to forget your feelings towards him had failed miserably.
“And that’s it for this week’s video, I hope you liked it” you started your outtro, the ponytail that once laid perfectly on top of your head, now fell off it not so perfectly. Jack breathlessly ran a hand through his sweaty hair behind you “Don’t forget to subscribe to me and…” you looked back at Jack “Never mind! See you!”
“Hey!” He protested, pushing you again.
“Alright, alright! Subscribe to Jack, bye!” You mid-shouted. Jack laughed as he turned the camera off for you.
“That was intense” he commented as you lied down on the floor, aching for some coldness “You’re not hurt, are you?”
“Not a single bit” you breathed, running a hand up and down your flat stomach. You noticed Jack looking at you “What?” You asked him, raising an eyebrow playfully.
He then lied down next to you, making you laugh “You know what?” He said, running a hand up his stomach as well “You’re quite fit for a couch potato”
“Hey!” You whimpered, hitting his arm as hard as you could. But his muscle was hard enough, and you hurt your hand “I hate you so much” you said, wiggling your hand to ease the pain.
“Here” he suddenly took your hand and placed it under his lips, kissing it carefully like mothers do to their children “All better?” He asked, looking directly at your eyes, and you thought you had never seen him look so soft-like.
You nodded, not being able to look away from his eyes. His fingers interlocked themselves with yours, and he pulled you in for a hug, so you were lying on top of his body. Your head rested on his chest, which was moving up and down quickly. And without saying a word, he started stroking your hair just the way you liked it.
“Relaxed?” He asked you after a while. You mumbled a ‘yes’ before closing your eyes and breathing in his strong, sweet scent again.
His chest was unbelievably comfortable. You had never shared a bed with him at night, but you could picture how good it would feel, to have his strong arms wrapped carefully around your body while you sleep. You almost dozed off, but the feeling of Jack’s lips on top of your head made you open your eyes again.
“How about we get out of these dirty clothes and take the couch for the rest of the evening?” He mid-whispered as he rubbed your back.
“Sounds amazing” you mumbled, half asleep, as you tried to push yourself up. Your struggle made him laugh “Not funny” you said, but it only made him laugh more.
Suddenly, he wrapped his arms under your legs and behind your back, lifting you up from the floor in one swift move. You immediately wrapped yours around his neck, holding on for dear life.
You closed your eyes again “I love you, Jack” you said, not really knowing why you said it. But there was no going back and you didn’t regret it as much as you thought you would.
Jack then laughed and kissed your temple “I love you too, Princess”
“Do you really think I’m a princess?” You asked, not really sure if you were drunk or just sleepy. Both alcohol and sleep had the same effect on you, anyway. You usually hated yourself when that happened, but this time, you were amused.
“Of course you are” he said, smiling, knowing that you were just tired “And whoever says otherwise is lying” he reassured you.
You opened an eye to look at him “Then why don’t I have a boyfriend?” You asked him, and your heart sunk while the words left your mouth. You always tried to deny it, but being the only one of your childhood friends who wasn’t in a relationship yet made you insecure. At first, you thought there was something wrong with you. Then, that there was something wrong with boys. And now, you didn’t have a clue anymore.
“Because you don’t deserve any of those jerks, that’s why” Jack said, putting you down on your bed. You held his arm, gesturing him to lie down next to you. And so he did.
You stayed in silence for a moment “Then what kind of guy do I deserve?” You asked him.
He was lying on his side, resting his weight on one of his elbows, so he could get a better look at your face. His other hand was traveling up and down your arm, caressing it like you always said you loved it “The best there is” he said “Someone who knows all your weaknesses, but who never uses them against you. Someone who helps you overcome them” you turned your head to look at him “Someone who makes you laugh, loves you like he loves himself, respects you, treats you like the princess you are” he smiled, and you couldn’t help but to smile back.
You nodded “Thanks for being so sweet” you said “I’m glad I got you”
“Hey, I was just talking truth” he smiled. He then cupped your face and gave you a small kiss on your cheek “I love you, Y/N, okay?” He said, and you nodded “And whoever hurts you…well, consider them dead already”
You chuckled at his protectiveness. But deep inside, you were happy you had someone like Jack by your side.
Suddenly, you noticed that his hand was still on your cheek, and that his eyes were still fixed on yours. You put your hand over his, drawing small circles on his skin with your thumb as he caressed your cheek with his.
You were confused, and you could tell he was as well. Because now you were looking at each other’s eyes. No words were needed, and he already knew he had been so fucking blind all this time.
How couldn’t have he realized it sooner?
You were the reason he woke up with a smile every day. Seeing you happy made him happy, and seeing you sad broke him inside. You were the first girl he had ever opened himself to. The first girl he introduced his family to. He didn’t want to have a little fun overnight and leave you the following morning, because he would feel empty without you. So fucking empty.
He had seen you as a best friend until he realized you weren’t his. Until he realized that you could eventually grow feelings for another boy, and that you could leave him for someone else who made you happier. And he wanted to be the one who made you happy, no matter how selfish it might sound.
And that, according to Conor, was called being in love. Not only that, but being in love with your best friend. Shit.
And as Jack thought he was crazy, he leaned in, and you didn’t stop him, because deep inside you wanted this as much as he did. Your lips touched in a soft, careful move, and the taste of each other’s mouths left you wanting more.
You found yourself on top of Jack again, but this time, it was far better. He held you tight as his tongue worked its way inside your mouth, making you feel things you didn’t even know were possible. And shit, you were kissing your best friend. Your freaking best friend. But then again, was there really another man who loved you as much as he did?
“You okay?” He asked you when you pulled apart, his blue eyes fixed on yours, calming you down with his stare.
“I am now” you whispered before closing the gap between your lips again.
And that’s when he knew. It didn’t matter if you were his best friend. It didn’t matter if he had seen hundreds of girls before. You were the one.
Hello!! Could you do a bts reaction to their idol girlfriend spending to much time on thier jobs and ignoring them? Thank you so much , good luck on your exams !!❤❤❤
It was fun to write this^^ Thank you! - admin Evv and Elli
He would find a way to get your attention, don’t worry. He might be the oldest in the band, but he’s the maknae in his heart. Jin knows how much you love his cooking, so he would use your weakness as weapon. When you smelled the smell of your favourite dish, you had to check what Jin was doing. He knew that you’d come, and when he heard that you had walked into the kitchen, he acted like he didn’t hear you. You went and back hugged him, so he turned to you with a surprised look, and said something along the lines of “Oh, so now you’re not ignoring me?”. You felt sorry, but Jin wasn’t mad at you. When he saw your sad expression, he started to laugh and told you that he was joking. you two spend the rest of the day together, eating and laughing.
He’s a hard working person too, so he would understand that you are focusing more on your work than on him. But if you’ll be ignoring him for too long, Yoongi can get upset and make a fuss over it. Work never was more important than you to him, and he expects the same approach from you. Yoongi would be upset and worried that you can get sick from too much work. He would make a deal with you - both of you would work together in his studio for only 3 days in the week. Maybe it’s a stupid and strange deal but it’ll give Yoongi chance to check on you, make sure that you don’t work too much.
He would act annoyed, maybe he was a little bit irritated that you didn’t talk to him, but just a little bit. Hobi knows what work means to you, and that him spending 12 hours practising was annoying you too, but still you shouldn’t be ignoring him. When your behaviour would last too long, he would come to you, take your face in his hands to see you. He would tell you how he felt, and that working for too many hours was not good for you. Being worried about you, he would be strong rather than being mad at you for ignoring him. Both of you understand each other like no one else and this would be an advantage in solving this “problem”.
Namjoon, just like Yoongi, would understand why you pay so much attention to your work. He would support you as long as your behaviour wouldn’t affect your health and your relationship with him. Once, when you didn’t work, Namjoon would talk to you and tell you that he doesn’t have anything against your work and you focusing on it, but he needs you too, and he wants to spend more time with you. You would take his words to heart and make plans with Namjoon, how to spend more time with him and still have enough time to work and rest.
Jimin can react in two ways. The first possibility - he would only watch you work, bringing you food and drinks, he wouldn’t want to disturb you. Or, the second way, he would try everything to get your attention, because to me, Jimin doesn’t look like a person who likes to be ignored. Maybe his ways of getting your attention won’t be desperate or annoying, but he would show you how bad he feels because of you ignoring him. Talking loudly about how bored he and sad he is that he doesn’t have anyone next to him, he would call to you and send you texts. Idk what is going on in his head because Jimin is all kind, nice and a total sweetheart, but we all know that he’s a beast deep inside. Of course you’ll get what he means and that it’s time to do something together with Jimin.
Ignoring anyone from the maknae line is hard, but ignoring Tae is impossible. This boy would find a way how to get all of your attention. Making weird faces, non stop talking, touching and kissing you - some of the millions ways with which he would try to get you to stop working. When this started to annoy you, you forced Tae to talk to you face to face, and you told him to stop bothering you. Tae was happy because he had reached his goal. He quickly took your hand and took you for a walk, as farthest away from your work as possible.
Ohhh. You’re ignoring him? Fineee. So he’ll be ignoring you too and wait until you come to him, asking if you two can spend some time together. But he was wrong. You didn’t come, and still his Y/N didn’t notice him. Jungkookie was bored alone, without his partner in crime next to him. He looked at you with a glare that clearly said ‘I don’t give a fuck’, he then would come to you, lift up the chair on which you were sitting, and carry you to salon. He gave you a controller, and you knew that work had finished for today, as now you’d spend the rest of the night with Jungkookie playing games, watching movies and cuddling. He really wanted to spend some time with you and he knew that too many work can affect on your health, so he would be doing everything to assure that you were fine and you don’t work too much.
Ok, so what if Lance didn’t want to go in Garrison?
Like he and his grandpa made a promise when he was just a kid before his abuelo died
So, he goes to garrison and meets Hunk and then Pidge and when he sees them he thinks ‘woah, they’re amazing guys, LET’S PROTECT THEM ALL COAST’ so he puts a lot of effort to being a good friend and pilot and he becomes a fighter pilot (in that he was still in the cargo class) and he feels very proud but , as we know, when he make littles mistakes they always go with “you’re just in the fighter class ‘cuz the best pilot of our generation droped out” and that makes him feel as the worst and start to miss his family MORE ‘cuz “If they say that, then its better to go back home”. Hunk and Pidge always notice that and they try to make Lance feel better (in the night they listen Lance crying and being homesick). Thanks to this, Lance starts to love being a pilot and thanks his abuelo for making with him that promise and still he misses his family but starts to feels comfortable because he feels that Pidge and Hunk are like his family but in garrison.
bUT then happens the voltron thing and the sadness :-) and :-) homesickness :-) strikes :-) again :-).
He tells to Blue every night about his family and his friends in Cuba, his story about how he ended in the garrison and he “secret” (it isn’t, the mice and hunk already know about that) crush on Keith.
Blue always feels happy of having a paladin like Lance who fits perfectly in the role of the blue paladin. But also feels sad because “i dont want you to be sad :‘c you look really good happy :)”
Anyways, the team starts to hang more with eachother except the fact that nobodys ;)))) knows about :)))the depressed Lance :)))
And they start to make him unwanted, not-the team sharpshooter the cargo pilot the comic-relief the paladin that can be replaced easily, in conclusion THE SEVENTH WHEEL.
They fight against Zarkon and Shiro dissapears, they feel worried and sad, Keith becames the black paladin and Lance the red one, and then comes.. Lotor.
So he captures him and uses his weaknesses and breaks points to torture him.
The team (now with Shiro) rescues him, puts him in a pod and waits until he heal.
But, when Lance comes out, the team starts to argue to him, saying that he needs to hear the others and not to be mocking around, and Keith tells him “YOU’RE JUST A CARGO PILOT!” And “ITS ALWAYS YOUR FAULT” aaaaand Lance explodes.
So he tells everything, about the promise, about his crush on Keith, about the seventh wheel and finishes with “I’VE NEVER WANTED TO BE A PILOT I DIDN’T ASK FOR BEING A PALADIN”
All the team shuts in silent, Pidge starts to sob, Hunk is horrified and asks himself “is this the Lance i know?”, Shiro feels guilty for not listening Lance, Allura feels like the worst because she treated Lance like he was nothing, Keith feels super super super confused, angry, sad and happy in the same time and Coran…well, Coran already knew about Lance insecurities and feels bad for not telling the team about the selfless Lance
The Lions are angry (Lance treated them good and he puts to them cool pet-names. Also they heard a lot of Lances confession to Blue and when they heard him sing [yes, Lance can sing] they feel relaxed ) and refused to open to their Paladins.
Reds tells them that they need to fix this but first they need to convince Blue, who is extremaly angry with the team.
Shiro says that maybe Lance needed time to himself and that they will talk to him later.
They didn’t notice that Lance left the castle until dinner time.
They notice that Voltron is not gonna to be Voltron anymore.
Everywhere he turned, whether it be a street corner, or on his heel, you were there. If not you, then something that reminded him of you. And the people he had to face in debates were no help either – Alexander Hamilton made Thomas Jefferson’s life unbearable with how many times he brought you up to attack him.
He was suffocating on air that was used to speak your name, to utter something of your beauty. He couldn’t sleep at night because you were always on his mind, and he knew you’d be the one thing to occupy his dreams. He couldn’t work during the day because it would remind him of when you would come in and place a kiss on his cheek, massage his shoulders, or sit on his lap and convince him to take a break with tiny kisses littered all over his face.
He couldn’t function because you weren’t there. And he hated it. He hated being so vulnerable, so weak. That meant people would use it against him in the elections, and people would bring it up in the press – Secretary Thomas Jefferson bogged down by Love! Read all about it!
“Dude,” his friend James Madison told him one night, “you have to let her go. She’s gone, off to marry another.”
“She didn’t want to, James,” Thomas grumbled. He didn’t want to believe the words you’d told him before you took your leave from his life. The reason why you left.
“I have fallen for another, I deeply apologize, Mr. Jefferson,” the way you spoke, cracks in your voice and hatred in your tone, it resonated within Thomas in the most painful of ways. He even visibly cringed when you said Mr. Jefferson, because it was so foreign, and so unwanted.
“She loves someone else, Thomas. I’m sorry to say this, but it is the truth. You must get over her.”
“It’s not that damn easy, James. But what would you know? You’re happy with your wife, she never left you. She was never forced into something she didn’t want.”
Thomas only shook his head and walked away, not wanting to hear it anymore. He didn’t want to think about you, he didn’t want to talk about you. So he wouldn’t, and he swore to that. He wouldn’t think, he wouldn’t talk, he wouldn’t so much as utter a word about you or anything to do with you.
Lord knows how long he’d be able to keep that up.
“Thomas, I’m here to see Thomas,” you said kindly to the man standing in the door. He was a dark skinned man, a worker for Thomas no doubt.
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” his accent weighed down his words, and you could instantly pinpoint that he was from farther south. “He won’t be seeing nobody right now.”
“And why not?” You remained polite, but you were getting impatient, your hands travelling down and mindlessly fixing your skirts.
“He’s working, ma’am.”
“No mind to his work. Please let me come in, I am a close friend of his,” you lied. Your mouth turned down at the edges when the word friend crossed your lips, as you had always been more than just friends with the man.
“Let me ask Mr. Jefferson, first, ma’am.”
You noticed his constant repeating of the word ma’am, and you couldn’t help but think it had something to do with Thomas. He was always one to be full of himself around people, yes, but that did not mean he had no mind for respect, especially for women. They may not have a high place in society, but that did not mean they were pieces of trash to disregard, or toys to play with and put away when you were through with them.
You pursed your lips when the worker closed the door, and turned your head to look over the familiar lands of Monticello. Neat and tidy, and ever-so-elegant with its rolling hills and beautiful trees. The land was a bright green, the leaves many different shades of the foresty color, and it reminded you of the many times you and Thomas had taken walks in the middle of the night, and the picnics you’d shared at midday.
Your attention was quickly brought back to the doors, and you were greeted with the worker from before. “Mr. Jefferson said he’d see you. Please come with me.”
You followed quietly, making sure your skirts were fixed and the top of your dress was straightened. Your hands folded together as you walked, your nerves becoming more and more shot with each step you took that neared you to Thomas.
It had been over a year’s time since you had seen the man, and no matter what his title in politics was, he would always be Thomas to you, and he would always be your Thomas.
The worker nodded once you got to the door, knocking quickly before giving you a quick bow and walking off. Thomas opened the door, his magenta coat hanging loosely from his shoulders as if he’d put it on in a rush. “How may I help you?”
You noticed he hadn’t even looked at you yet, still fumbling with the buttons of his coat. Without thinking, you reached forward and parted the coat just the way Thomas liked it, your mind going back to the past, when you would help him dress correctly.
After a couple seconds, you caught yourself and pulled your hands back, tangling your fingers together. “Oh! I apologize, I shouldn’t have– I should not have done that.”
“Oh, no, it’s okay…” His voice trailed off as he looked up at you. His brown eyes were wide, his jaw dropped slightly. “Y/n?”
“Thomas,” you whispered. Taking a quick second to admire the man you hadn’t seen in so long, you noticed how neatly trimmed he kept his scruff, the dip just before his mustache on either side still very apparent, and how his hair was still in the poofy curls you had remembered.
“How? Why… why are you here? Haven’t you a husband to be with?”
“I… That’s why I’m here,” you replied, your hands turning upside down and your fingers folding inwards.
Thomas stared for a second, blinking rapidly before looking down and shaking his head. “Yes, yes,” he rushed, looking back up at you with furrowed brows, “come in. Please.”
You walked past him and heard the door click closed, so you took that as a sign that you could turn around and look at Thomas once more. His back was to you as he thought, something you were quite used to seeing. His head jerked to the side and his eyebrows remained furrowed as he turned to you.
“Why– Why are you here, y/n?”
“You,” you whispered. You looked over his face and noted the surprise before looking down at your hands once more. “I’m here for… you.”
“I love you, Thomas,” you said a little more confidently. You licked your lips and continued when he raised a brow at you, “I love you. I came back because I love you and… I wanted to be with you again.”
“Yes, I get that, but your husband? What will he think of this? You and I… I will not let you cheat on a man that loves you.”
“I wouldn’t be cheating,” you replied, letting your arms fall to your sides. “There is no one to cheat on, Thomas.”
“Samuel, he, he backed out of the marriage. He said he had loved another woman, and that he wanted to be with her and not me, and he knew that I did not want to be his wife.”
“He backed out?” Thomas looked as if he were still trying to comprehend everything you just said, like it was the most indecipherable thing he’d ever encountered.
“Yes,” you responded simply, taking a step closer to him.
“A year ago.”
“A year? But…” He hesitated, grasping everything still. “If it was a year ago, why didn’t you come to me sooner?”
“Because I still had to explain to my parents that I loved you, and only you,” you walked up to him standing only a foot away.
“No, y/n,” he breathed, “you don’t understand. You should have come to me sooner.”
“Why? Thomas,” you felt tears sting your eyes. What was he not saying?
“Y/n, I’m married. I can’t, I’m not,” he stuttered over his words, looking directly at you. “I’m married, and I love her, y/n. I can’t, I’m not going to cheat on her.”
“Thomas… I… I didn’t know, I’m sorry,” you whispered. You couldn’t believe it – he didn’t love you anymore. You were just a mere memory to him, and all because you waited too long to be with him. You could’ve come months ago, and maybe you wouldn’t be in this situation. But you hadn’t, you exhibited cowardliness, and you waited too long.
“It’s fine, y/n. I hate to say this, but, I just, I don’t love you anymore. Not as much, nor like, I used to. I’m sorry.”
“No, no, it’s my fault,” you dismissed, sniffling and looking away from Thomas. “I’ll take my leave, Mr. Jefferson. I apologize for coming in so recklessly. See you in time, Mr. Jefferson.”
You brushed past him, opening the door and quickly going out the way you came. “Stupid,” you muttered, “you’re so daft. To think he’d love you anymore, you must be insane.”
Thomas, on the other hand, was sighing and hitting his head on the door. “Fuck,” he groaned. Of course he’d let you go again, but this time, it wasn’t because of you. It was because of him, and because of the woman whom had the ring matching the one decorating his third finger. He loved her, and he felt the love he once had for you slowly creep up on him.
The Straw Clue: Why I Believe Jon Snow is Undercover
A/N: This is a repost of the meta I published yesterday. I’ve edited it for clarification and because the original post eliminated a couple of key details that I wanted to include. Hence the revised and (I hope) improved version of this weary Jonsa fan’s attempt to organize her thoughts about the “Undercover Jon” theory and overcome her meta writer’s block once and for all:
Over the past few weeks, I’ve explored all manner of amazing metas and discussions on Tumblr that delve into the “Undercover Jon” theory. It’s taken me a while to process them all (not to mention calm my nerves, which were so rudely jangled by the season finale) and figure out where I stand on the continuum of opinions among my fellow Jonsa fans, which seems to range the gamut between these two opinions:
1) Jon is a hopelessly honorable Northern fool, just like Ned Stark. He made the same mistake with the Northern lords this season that he did with the brothers of the Night’s Watch in season 5, when he allowed the Wildlings through the Wall against his brothers’ wishes because he believed with all his heart that it was the right and honorable thing to do, and it would serve his end goal of fighting against the White Walkers. This season, he made another highly unpopular decision – leaving Winterfell and heading south to Dragonstone – because he believed, once again, that it would serve the higher purpose of saving the North, and all of Westeros, from the White Walkers. Once at Dragonstone, he found himself outmaneuvered and in over his head. He found himself imprisoned and Daenerys (mostly) unresponsive to his appeals for assistance and recognition of the demonic force about to envelop Westeros in its icy grasp. He initially chose to embark on a suicide mission rather than give away his people’s freedom, but over the course of that mission, Daenerys helped him, saved his men’s lives, and lost one of her precious “children” in the process. Her sacrifice won his trust and respect so completely that he decided she was a worthy ally, worthy enough to rule the North as well as the rest of Westeros. Trust and respect turned to love, or at least deep admiration, and the boat scene happened. In other words, he acted like a noble idiot, just as his “father” Ned Stark did.
#201 - Jaune’s Childhood 6… Well, Teen’s in this case (Commission)
Their eldest sister had just graduated from her hunter academy, and to celebrate, the sisters decided to have a graduation party. And what better way to celebrate than with a club, food, drinks, and their dear, beloved brother dressing up in cute clothes to cater to them.
Jaune, now older, is no longer keen
to do their dressup games, but his sister wants to
have one last glorious send off for this party.
Jaune refused their request vehemently. He didn’t want yet another embarrassing picture of him for his sisters to lord over him.
So they use Jaune’s
weakness against him: Pumpkin
They know he couldn’t resist those tasty flakes of sugary goodness
so they bet him that he can’t eat an entire box of it in one sitting. If
he can, they hand over all of the dressup pics they’ve compiled and
squirreled away over the years, if he can’t, he has to do one last
(spectacular) dressup of the eldest sister’s choice for the party.
can’t be done! The sugar content alone would give a King Taijitu
diabetes for days, but Jaune was unfazed by the challenge (plus wearing
woman’s undies is starting to chafe his nether regions as a growing lad)
so he accepts, thinking that he might finally be rid of dresses, racey
undergarments, and those embarrassing pictures for good.
Alas, though he struggled valiantly with the challenge, (and turned several shades of green 3 bowls in) he was defeated.
the sisters however, it was quite the victory indeed, their Schnee-D
cards overflowing with pictures from that fateful evening.
Little did Jaune know, however, was that his sisters stuffed the box they procured with two boxes worth of Pumpkin Pete’s beforehand…
The second one commissioned by GreatCow. Idea all his. How racy! This was a fun and hilarious commission!