What you’re feeling on the inside will always show on the outside. So for me, it’s just about staying in a good place mentally, emotionally and physically. I take long breaks away from my laptop/phone and social media. It’s a great tool to connect with people, but you should always recognize it for what it truly is: a highlight reel, manufactured to perfection.
He offered to
help you clean around your apartment and underneath your bed he found a box,
with “bias” written in pink sharpie on. A smirk was already tugging at the
corner of his mouth, thinking about all the photos of himself he’ll find.
terror, the box was filled with pictures and stickers of Taehyung. He kept
digging through them until he got to the bottom where he found a list you
wrote. The more he read, the more he wanted to go to you and confront you.
“One of the
reasons you’re biasing Taehyung is because he is a good actor? Are you kidding
me? Do I need to remind you that I’m the one with a college degree in acting?” “What
else do we have here?” “Good looks? You have mister ‘Worldwide Handsome’ in
front of you!” “He is a loving person? Um. Hello? I’ve had a crush on you for so
long? And you told me you feel the same way? So why don’t you have a box filled
with my photos? Give me some attention too.”
a conversation you were having with your best friend on the phone. “Yes Jungkook
is still my bias.” … “With him is a completely different story” … “Bye. I’ll talk to you letter”. When you
finished you turned around and were greeted by Yoongi leaning against the door
“I get that
Jungkook can sing, dance, rap and is very good looking but still… Here I am…
thinking you might like me back when in reality I’m not even your bias…”
He turned his
head so you can see the pout on his face better, watching you from the corner
of his eye while you fumble with your words, trying to explain yourself.
He had a
crush on you ever since you’ve met and he kept looking for signs that you feel
the same way about him. And what better way to see if you like him if not
finding out if he is your bias?
All day he
kept pestering you to tell him. “Is it me? Are you embarrassed to tell me? Aww
So you finally
give in. “It’s Jimin, okay?” and you can see how his teasing smile turns into a
pout once you say it.
he’s really cute and has muscular thighs I don’t get to be your bias?” You make
an attempt to hug him from the side and apologize but he pushes you away
dramatically looking out the window. “It’s alright. I’ve known rejection all my
He will keep
up the act for a couple more minutes before going back to his old self. Just
because he wasn’t your bias didn’t mean he will give up on trying to win your
You two were
just chilling on the couch when he caught a glimpse at your lockscreen. He was
ready to tease, but then he saw that there was a photo of… Hoseok? He was sure
he’d be your bias since you are closest to him, but it seems like he was wrong.
That didn’t stop him from confronting you and proving that he should be your
huh?” “Is he your bias?” “Is it because he can dance? Look, Y/N, I can dance
too.” He started dancing in the living room while singing Dancing Queen. “I am
the dancing queen of this group!”
accidentaly sent him a message in which you were fangirling over Namjoon that
was meant for your best friend.
stormed to the couch you sitting on to demand answers.
doing is discrimination against short people, Y/N!” When he saw your eyebrows furrowing
in confusion he continued in a high pitched voice “OMG!! Look at Namjoon!!! How
can someone be so hot and tall?? Ughh!!!! I can’t!!!” and then his voice turned
to normal “Sadly I can’t enunciate the dozens of emojis you added in between.”
He faked cry,
his face twisted in a comedic way. “I do not stand a chance with you because I’m
short!! I’m moving in the middle of the mountains to live in complete isolation.
After a night
of drinking you two manage to stumble back to his dorm and somehow you end up
in bed with him. While you sit at comfortable distance from him, trying to
sleep, you let it slip in your drunken haze how much you look up to the cute
“Why, is it
because he’s allowed in Cypher? Because he has that tongue technology? I’ll
have you know, my tongue technology is just as good. You’d know that if you’d
let me prove it to you.”
He turns to
his side to glare at you, and you can see that his eyes are glistering. “Are
you crying, Taehyung?”
He scoffs. “No. It’s just raining.”
“But we are
Y/N. I don’t control the weather.”
make any sense, Tae.”
you biasing Yoongi hyung, instead of me!” And with that final sentence he shifts
closer to you, so he can wrap himself around you. “As if I’d let him take you away from me” he
mumbles into your hair before dozing off.
your laptop and found your tumblr blog dedicated to Seokjin. It’s not his fault
you never close your tabs, okay? He forgot what he was initially looking for as
he was scrolling through the hundreds of pictures, gifs, videos and text posts
of his hyung. He couldn’t wait to return your laptop and ask for some explanations.
He opened the
door to greet later that evening when you came after your laptop. He had a
small smile plastered on his face. “Nice to meet you! My name is Jungkook, known
as the Golden Maknae. I’m well known for my talents that range from sports, to
singing and rapping. So I can’t understand why the girl I like betrays me and
choses to bias someone else when I am so perfect. Could you please help me find
I dunno what happened. It started out with Makoto being a curious little bug then it turned into sexting with a Daddy kink then ended with Rin and Sousuke being themselves… I think its safe to say that I severely need Jesus after this
Okay, headcanon time. I wanted to be able to make a chapter out of this somehow, and in a small way I eventually will, but I won’t be able to go into it to the extent I want to. So it’s going here.
Also I realize the explanation for every character motivation ever in Legoverse is that it’s a kid’s imagination and watered down from the darker versions BUT I DON’T CARE.
I’ve been thinking a lot about Joker and why he wouldn’t be as much of a psychopath in Legoverse as in the other versions and how exactly his dynamic with Batman got to the point it did. I decided that Joker was probably abused as a kid, not physically, but emotionally. His parents switched between ignoring him completely, telling him they hated him, or just yelling at him in general. In order to cope, Joker convinced himself that hate translated to love and that fighting was a show of affection. On top of that in order to get attention in any capacity he would pull off more and more over the top shenanigans to get any sort of validation from his parents. He lived this way for so long that even once he was able to get away from them he could no longer change the way he thought about love or keep himself from doing crazy stuff like blowing up the city. Thus he became a criminal, knowing someone would have to fight him and hate him for being the villain. He developed particularly strong feelings toward Batman and that’s why by the point of the movie he is so obsessed with getting Batman to say he hates him and is his greatest enemy.
I was determined. Determined to find out why Jughead had ignored me all summer after Jason’s disappearance. And I wasn’t just that, he’d still ignored me when we got back from summer break, and it was already the second week of school.
I was pissed and determined as I did a speed walk down the hallway, and people got that I was angry and ready to fight, they cleared a path as I made my dissent to Jughead’s locker.
Him and his locker finally came in my line of sight, and it seemed like my legs couldn’t move fast enough without breaking into a sprint. I stopped behind his locker door, burning imaginary holes through it, and crossed my arms over my chest. Jughead closed his locker door, as the door gave away my position, he seen me and jumped.
“Shit is right, and you’re deep in it.” I watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed, fear clearly in his features at the sight of my rage.
“Why did you ignore me the rest of the summer and you still are.” I asked, taking a step closer to him. He was having an internal debate with himself whether or he should tell me. “You better tell me what the fuck it is.”
He sighed, grabbed my arm, and pulled me into an empty room, closing the door behind him.
“Because I’ve been writing a book about Jason’s disappearance and death.” He admitted.
“You’ve ignored me over a book?” He looked me in the eyes.
“Yeah,” He didn’t seem too sure about his confession, but I sighed in defeat wanting my best friend. “I’m really sorry Y/N, it was a dick move.”
“Damn right, but I forgive you, I guess.” A huge grin spread across his face. “But you better not do this to me again.” I threatened, pointing a finger at him.
“Okay, okay. What do you say to Pop’s after school?” He asked, a hopeful look in his eyes.
“Alright, but we need to get to class, we’re late.”
“When did you start caring about if you made it to class on time?” He asked as we left the room, out into the empty hallway.
“After my ass got chewed out by my mother when she seen the amount of tardies I had.” He laughed.
“Yeah, your mom can get pretty scary when she’s pissed.”
“Yeah, I guess it runs in the family.” I smirk, remembering his reaction to when I showed up.
“I guess so.”
“Okay, so this book you’re writing about this summer, what’s it like?” I asked as he typed away.
“What do you mean?” He stopped typing, and looked up at me after his laptop.
“I mean, is it fiction, non fiction, what genre is it?” I swirled my tea around with my straw as I asked.
“It’s non-fiction, more like a journal give or take.” He said, then continued typing.
“Oh,” I let go of the straw, laying my arms down on top of each other on the table, watching Jughead type. As he typed, worry etched his features, I lay my hand down lightly on one of his, stopping him from typing. He pulled his hand out of my reach. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” He then went back to typing away.
“What’s wrong with you? Why do you keep pushing me away? Did something bad happen over the summer, besides Jason?” I asked, my voice raising in pitch, show how upset I was.
He let out a sigh and shut his laptop, looking me straight in the eyes. “Nothing is wrong.”
“Bullshit, I can see the bags under your eyes, and your closed off, more than you usually are.” He sighed looking away from me. “I want to help Jug, please let me help.” I laid my hand on his arm, trying to get his full attention on me. He looked down at my hand, a longing look in his eyes.
“I know that it hurt you when I stopped talking to you, but it hurt me too. It hurt me because I knew I was hurting you.” I stayed quiet, letting him explain himself, even though I wanted to blow up on him. “I spent the summer trying to get rid of these feelings I had, and I thought that pushing you away would get rid of them.” He looked up at me.
“What do you me-” He cut me off.
“I like you, Y/N.” He rushed out, then grabbed my hand that was on his arm. “I’ve liked you for a long time, and knew you don’t like me back, that’s why I’ve been pushing you away. I’ve been trying to get rid of those feelings, but none of it is working.” Before he can say anything more, I get up, leaning over the table, and kissed him on the cheek.
He was speechless as I flopped back down into the booth, his mouth opened and closed, trying to form words. “I like you too. I’ve actually known you liked me, I was just waiting for you to say something.” I said, smiling as a blush rose to his face. “Now, why don’t you order me a milkshake?” He laughed, as if he couldn’t believe this was happening.
“Okay,” He called over a waitress and ordered my favorite milkshake and ordered himself a burger.
I’m finally got my best friend back and got him to admit his feelings for me, I was possibly the happiest person in the world at that moment.