there's no way to explain how much he means to me

deal | pt 1 (m)

Originally posted by sugamysavagebaby

summary: the years spent working hard had really paid off and was it so wrong to want to rub that in a few faces? The cliché mean girls that often teased you for not doing anything with your hair or clothing, wouldn’t it be great to show off someone like Jungkook? High school reunion au + ceo!jeon

word count: 6,366 

part two | part three 


Eyes like ice, cold and calculating narrow over the rim of a wine glass. Soft lips press to the polished glass, the crimson complimenting tan skin. If it weren’t for the soft dent between his brows you would have assumed he had not heard you. He takes his time allowing the wine to caress his palate, eyes closed as he savors the taste.  As always, he makes you wait until the wine glass is drained of it’s dark contents. You ponder on the taste, if it is bitter upon his tongue much like his words.

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Guys help I’m emotional

So I wrote a thing- Its a Langst thing.

It isnt finished and its just in the ‘summarize’ stage but… I dont know if I should expand on it?

Read it under the cut if you wantttt

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Lay it on me- Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: This is a continuation of “Wipe it off of me”, reader wants to try some stuff out with her boyfriend ;-D

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Warnings: THERES SO MUCH SIN THAT EVEN HOLY WATER CANT SAVE ME. AVERT YOUR EYES, SMALL CHILDREN.

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The next day after what happened with Jughead, I immediately went to Veronica. She was my best friend, and I trusted her completely with my life, so I also trusted the fact that she would explain to me what the hell I should be doing when it comes to…..things like this.

“Veronica, I just, I’m not entirely sure how I feel about all this kinky stuff, but I know that if there’s somebody I’m comfortable enough with, it’s him, And Jughead, sometimes with the way he is, he, he…” I trailed off, crossing one leg over the other on Veronica’s mattress.

“Turns you on?” Veronica asked, a giggly tone in her voice as she spun around in her vanity chair to look at me.

“Yes.” I admitted, heat spreading across my cheeks quickly.

“Girl, I get what you mean, every time I see Betty in that cheer uniform-” Veronica dramatically draped herself over her chair, fanning herself with her hand. “ my gay ass heart just can’t handle it.” I rolled my eyes before standing up and swatting her in the arm.

“I’m serious, Ronnie! Jughead does.. Things to me! Things I’m not used to feeling! Things I seriously don’t like-” I cut myself off, groaning loudly in sexual frustration, and flopping back down on to Veronica’s bed face up. My arms sprawled out across the duvet and I sighed, turning my head to look at my friend now looking down at me.

“ He’s going to be the death of me, Ronnie. He really is.”

“Cheer up sunshine. Let me show you a few things first.”


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I had left Ronnie’s house with a lot of ideas, and I planned to use them this weekend. The knowledge she had given gave me somewhat a surge of confidence, and I was positive that the rain check I had made with Jughead would be worth it. It was the next weekend when I finally acted upon my ideas.

My mom was going away for the weekend, which meant I would have the house all to myself.The last bell had rang, signaling to the students that they had just been relinquished their freedom and were free to leave the torturous hell that was Riverdale High (ok, maybe it wasn’t that bad, but I’m a drama queen). I saw Jughead standing in front of his locker, rummaging through It while Archie leaned against the locker beside him, hands moving as he told Jughead something. I quickly moved from in between Betty and Veronica, quickly making my way to my boyfriend. I grabbed his shoulder as he stood facing away, pulling him down backwards so my lips brushed against his neck, and whispered.

“My house, tonight. I wanna make good use of that rain-check.” I let go of Jughead, my hand pushing him slightly and his body sprang back in to his previous position, his mouth open. I was halfway down the hall when he turned around, and I just giggled before winking and blowing him a kiss.


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Instead of meeting Jughead at Pop’s, I went straight home, checking to make sure my mom had left for her trip. When I saw the empty driveway, I knew I was in the clear. I ran inside and up to my room, dropping my bag and trying to think of my next move. I figured taking a shower was good, so I took a quick one, making sure to shave even though I had done so a couple nights ago. I got out, towel-drying my hair and brushing my teeth before grabbing my nicest pair of bra and underwear. I wasn’t a huge lingerie person, but my mom had bought me a couple nice sets for my birthday, which I was now extremely thankful for.

I threw on a cami and a pair of (extremely short) shorts afterwards, before brushing my hair out and spraying a little perfume. When I was done, I went back down stairs.I occupied myself by getting a little something to drink, and messing around on my phone. I started to almost worry that Jughead wouldn’t show up, and my head started to get the best of me. What if he didn’t want this? What if I freaked him out and potentially ruined our relationship?

A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts, and I padded towards it, unlocking the bolt and swinging it open to see Jughead. He had his hands shoved in his pockets, his head raising to look at me. His eyebrows raised as he took in my appearance.

“Is your mom home?” He asked, stepping inside and locking the door behind him.

“No, she’s gone for the weekend. Business trip.”

“Good.” Jughead quickly had me pinned against the door, his hands wrapping around the back of my thighs and lifting me so my lower body was wrapped around his waist. His lips went to mine, kissing me roughly. My hands went around his neck, knocking his hat off when my fingers curled in to this hair. I tugged lightly and Jughead groaned against my lips. I broke apart from him, panting heavily.

“Do you uh, do you want something to eat?” I asked him, mentally face palming myself. Jughead laughed, his head falling in to the crook of my neck.

“Sure, what’s on the menu?” Jughead responded, lifting his head to look at me. I had an idea to fix the mood I just killed, bringing my lip between my teeth.

“Me.” Jughead looked taken aback for a second before a smug look took over his face.

“Hmm, dessert first. I like that idea.” Jughead leaned back down to kiss me, his lips on mine only for a second before trailing down my jaw and to my neck. Jughead began to litter my neck with dark, purple bruises, his body pressing in to mine. Jughead’s hands traveled down my body, his fingers slipping under my shirt. My breath hitched at the feeling of his warm hands on my cold skin, gripping at my waist firmly.

“M-maybe we should- we should go upstairs.” I panted, my breath heavy. Jughead adjusted his grip on my thighs before complying to my suggestion, stumbling a bit to find the stairs.

“You’re going to break your neck.” I giggled, clinging to his shoulders for dear life.

“Don’t undermine my masculinity.” Jughead pouted, climbing up the staircase with me still in his arms. I laughed at the clumsiness of my boyfriend as he actually managed to make it up the stairs, kicking my door open. Jughead dropped me down on to my bed, my back bouncing against the cool mattress. I sat up, reaching out and gripping Jughead’s jacket and tugging it off of him.

“Eager, are we?” Jughead taunted, helping me pull his jacket off. I rolled my eyes, my hands now going to the sweater underneath his jacket. I pulled it over his head to be met with another shirt.

“What is it with the layers?!” I groaned, my hands now working on getting the short sleeved shirt off. “Really, Forsythe, I thought when I invited you over, you would get the memo to wear less clothing.”

“Unless you wanted me to be a popsicle stick by the time I made it here, that wasn’t happening.” Jughead retorted, his hands going to my tank top.“ Although, I’m pretty sure I woulda been warm in a matter of moments anyways.” Jughead leaned down, his teeth biting gently at the skin on my neck, making my breath hitch in my throat. Jughead pulled my tank top off my body, his hands running down my sides and to my hips before gripping them tightly and pulling me closer to his body.

Jughead and I had had sex only a couple of times, the first time obviously being an awkward and romantic mess, and the second time almost being caught by Archie and Betty, who happened to live across the street from me.Jughead and I weren’t huge on sex, it wasn’t something we wanted to do 24/7 like a lot of the kids at our school, but the both of us had so much pent up sexual frustration lately that we were seconds away from creating tears in our remaining clothes.

Jughead grabbed the waistband of my shorts, slipping them down my thighs. I kicked them off before pushing Jughead over and down on to my bed. I unbuttoned the top of his skinny jeans, pulling them down his legs quickly before straddling Jughead, grinding down in to his hips. Jughead groaned, raising his hips to meet mine and I held them down with my hands, grinding my hips down harder on to him.

“Fuck.” Jughead moaned, his breath becoming heavier. I felt him get harder underneath me and I grinned, glad I was getting the reaction I wanted. I sat up, grabbing one of my scarves hanging off my bed frame and toying with it in my hands.

“You wanna try something?” I looked down at my boyfriend, his eyes wide and fixed upon the fabric slipping between my fingers.

“Lay it on me.” Jughead smirked and I grinned, taking his wrists in my hands. Jughead looked confused as I tied his hands to my bedpost, looking up at me.

“To be honest, I thought the roles would be reversed when you asked.” He chuckled, relaxing under my body.

“We’ve got the whole weekend, babe.” I reached behind my back, unclasping my bra and letting it fall off my shoulders. I flung it aside, my hands now traveling down my boyfriend’s body and running over his hard-on, hidden by the fabric of his boxers. I cupped it lightly before moving away.

“Do you really have to be a tea-ease.” Jughead groaned when my hand dipped under the elastic, wrapping my hand around him firmly. I slowly pumped my hand up and down, Jughead’s breathing becoming rapid. I pulled my hand down, my fingers pulling his boxers off and slipping my underwear off after. I leaned over Jughead’s body, grabbing a condom from the drawer of my nightstand.

I took the end of the foil package between my teeth, ripping it open. I was met with the gross taste of lube and a disgusted look swept across my face quickly.

“Why didn’t you just…. Open it with your hands??” Jughead tilted his head, stifling a laugh at my reaction to the flavorless substance.

“Veronica said it’d be sexier.” I scoffed, pulling the condom out of the package.“ Last time I take her advice.”

“Wait, you went to Veronica for advice on sex?” Jughead sat up a bit. I pushed him back down with my hand, looking shocked at my surprise burst of dominance.

“Jughead, I’m literally about to sit on your dick. Please don’t ruin the mood.” I pinched the tip of the condom, rolling it down Jughead’s penis. Jughead laid back down, eyes wide and looking at me. My knees went to either side of Jughead hips, my hand guiding him as I slowly sank down on to him. My hands went to my chest, my lower body feeling a bit tight and uncomfortable. When my thighs reached Jughead’s hips, I stopped, giving myself a moment to adjust before slowly beginning to rise up and sink back down on to him. I tried to keep a steady pace, my legs burning as I grinded down on to Jughead’s dick.

Jughead’s uneven breathing turned in to small groans and my hands went down his chest, my fingernails leaving scratch marks down his stomach. I began to go faster, already feeling worn out. Jughead’s hair was already starting to stick to his forehead, and my chest was glistening with a thin layer of sweat. I painted, picking up the pace even more and going as fast as I could.

Baby, baby untie me.” Jughead panted, wriggling his arms that were suspended over his head. I paused, leaning over and untying the knot of my scarf. When Jughead was free he immediately sat up, his arms wrapping around my body as he thrusted in to me. My head fell in to the crook of his shoulder, my nails dragging down the muscles in his back.

F-fuck, Forsythe, I-I’m-” my body tensed, the fuzzy feeling in my lower body and the twitching of my abdomen telling me I was close. Jughead flipped us over so I was on my back, his arms holding him up as he pounded in to me at a rapid pace.

My orgasm hit me like an oncoming train, my nails now digging deep in to Jughead’s skin and my back arching. My vision was blurry, colors and stars clouding my sight. Jughead came a few moments later, collapsing on top of my body. My arms went around his neck, my hands playing with the ends of his hair as I tried to calm my breathing.

Jughead eventually pulled out of me, his body leaving mine for a moment to discard the used condom before grabbing his sweater. He climbed back on to the bed, his hands pulling my body up in to a sitting position before pulling the sweater over my head.

“You know, I can dress myself. I’m not five.” I teased, pulling my arms through the sleeves of the long sweater. The end of the fabric went to my knees, reminding me of how tiny I was compared to my beanstalk of a boyfriend.

“I know.” Jughead was standing up, his boxers now on and his shirt slipping over his head. I raised my arms up, making grabby hands at him.

“Well if you’re going to treat me like I’m 5, then I demanded to be carried to the kitchen.” I pouted. Jughead turned to me, a grin on his face.

“As you wish.” Jughead’s arms went under my body, listing up like I was a feather. I squealed, clinging to him as he kicked my door open.

“So, why the kitchen?” Jughead asked, now carrying me back down the stairs he had carried me up about an hour ago.

“Well, I made dinner, and then after we ate, I thought we could test how sturdy the island in my kitchen is.” I bit my lip, looking at Jughead.

“I’m honestly convinced that I died and I have gone to heaven.” Jughead shook the fringe out of his face, dipping his head down and pressing his lips to mine.

time lapses/jumps v continuity errors

it’s come to my attention that some of y’all tend to confuse one for the other,,, which saddens me bc skam is literally all about time lapses/jumps; it’s one of the things that makes it!!! so special!!

the time jumps in skam are meant to show you exactly that – a time jump from one cut to another. it’s a very, very small cut that could mask as a continuity error, but taken in the context it’s actually presented to us (a time jump) it has a huge impact on the scene if you keep an eye out for one

thank you @stardefiant for being a bae and helping catch some of these

anyway ahem

an example of an actual continuity error:

even’s arm in this shot is obviously around emma

but when the shot pans out, even’s arm is back at his side:

we know this is a continuity error because this scene is dialogue-heavy and meant to transition smoothly. no time has actually lapsed between even’s greeting and emma’s excited greeting in return, so there is no reason why his arm shouldn’t have stayed around emma. silly skam editors. 

now, here’s a (very obvious) example of a time jump:

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anonymous asked:

tbh I find it interesting how different people interpret the 'you're like a brother to me' line? like to some people, it's just a declaration of how much Shiro means to him, while others see it as a hurdle Keith needs to overcome to recognise his romantic feelings. and then there's those who think it sinks sh3ith entirely. what's ur take on the scene?

ha i feel like ive talked about this so much it would be hard to word it better than i already have, but ill try! 

ok so. thing is, this isn’t the only reference to family we see. keith says they’re all made of the same cosmic star stuff, that they’re “all related.” in episode 2 hunk claims the paladins are all “brothers” and allura tells keith she comes to think of voltron as her new family. so first off, i dont think the brother line automatically disqualifies it as a ship (as you wouldn’t be able to pair up any of the paladins or allura with each other if that was the case). i also think its important to note that while fake shiro keeps pressing this idea that all of team voltron is a family, keith’s focus is entirely on shiro. ive seen plenty of people put lance into this scene, so theres also the fact that, however you feel about the brother line or shiro and keith aside, lots of people can still interpret the situation itself–someone dying on the floor suddenly seeing their greatest hopes and dreams manifest in the form of someone they desperately want to see, someone whom they can’t bear to be abandoned by–as romantic. and again, whether you think its platonic or romantic, bom makes it clear keith still loves shiro.

but real quick, here’s something about it i wrote in one of my other meta, which i think kinda explains it better:

the thing is, shiro is the one who mentions family first. he tells keith “we’re your family” and we get the brother line in response to it. But, shiro said “we.” as in, all the paladins. and we know keith thinks of them all as a family, know that he said “we’re all related” at the end of the olkari episode. (hunk also says all the paladins are brothers, and later allura mentions them all being a family. team voltron is pretty Big on family.) So he could have definitely said, yeah, we’re all a family. But no, he puts all the focus on shiro, and goes “ you‘re like a brother to me.” That one exchange shows keith thinks of his relationship with shiro as being on a whole other level from the rest of team voltron—all of whom he’s already expressed a platonic, familial kind of love for.

Yes, he’s known shiro much longer, but i also think whatever happened back at the garrison, he managed to really click with shiro in a way that’s never quite happened before. Without their backstory, it’s kind of hard to tell. But shiro  must have made one hell of an impression on keith if he ended up being the only one this poor guy opened up to prekerberos. I mean, kollivan tells shiro that keith is desperate to have him at his side. I don’t typically see This Person “desperately wants to see you” used to describe siblings, that definitely has more of an unrequited love vibe to me. If it was strictly familial, i feel like they would have used a term that implies a More Mutual, healthy relationship rather than having this connotation of the person being in agony over their desire.

also, one of keith’s worst fears is apparently confronting his own feelings, something evidenced time and again by how he pushes others away and isolates himself during the whole galra thing

and after how much he’s been hurt and left behind over the years, i think its easy to understand why keith would be so guarded about what he feels and who he strays too close to. If at this point he has romantic feelings for anyone, i think he needs to sort out his fears of abandonment and intimacy first before he even dares to consider being vocal about those feelings. because the way he is now? he’s going to stay silent and just keep throwing up walls to protect himself. 

going back to the brother line in particular, im bi. and i can honestly tell you that saying “youre like a brother/sister to me” when youre scared of how someone of the same gender would react to feeling anything deeper is something people actually do. its a way to kind of backpedal out of the situation and avoid being hurt. its something ive done. so i can see keith throwing it out there as a kind of “safe” way to express how much shiro means to him without being worried that shiro won’t reciprocate his feelings or worse, risk irreparably damaging their friendship over it. especially since his goal here is to try and make shiro stop walking away, to do anything to make him stay. 

i mean honestly everything at this point is still up for interpretation, but thats just how i see it. also, if the staff was so deadset on shiro and keith being brotherly, i dont think they’d support sheith anywhere near as much as they do

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And put your fucking iPhones down for God’s fucking sake. Like, Jesus, that is causing terrible things for art because people aren’t becoming attached to experiences, they’re becoming attached to digital memories, imprinted on their phones, which is weakening the link, culturally, in your mind, to art. That’s crazy. xx

Chuck and Amara - the ultimate Destiel expositions

Ok so I can’t help but think of Austin Powers and Basil Exposition while writing this whole post cos thats where I learned the term as a 10 year old….

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Anyway! 

After writing quite a few pieces on Mary as a catalyst for the emotional growth of Sam and Dean I thought about Amara which in turn made me think about Chuck and then came an absolute lightbulb moment (for me). Chuck has already been shown as the narrator and expositional over-voice in Swan Song and alongside this and how I view nearly all Amara’s dialogue in season 11 my brain went to….

Chuck has always been important to Cas’s story obviously and it’s clear that Mary is important to Dean (and Sam’s) story. Going back I’ve noticed so many exposition moments for the bond between Dean and Cas and I realised when noting them down that Chuck often exposes Cas’s side of the story and Amara Dean’s. By exposition moments I mean something that’s not between the two of them but a parallel or an interaction with a different character that exposes their feelings towards the other. This is key on screen because you can’t know what’s going on inside a character’s mind like you can in a book, this has to come another way so you get expositions or self-aware moments like Dean’s praying/longing scene or interactions with other characters like Metatron’s multiple scenes with Cas.

With hindsight I feel like Chuck is a character exposition of Cas’s feelings for Dean and Amara a character exposition of Dean’s feelings for Cas. 

Below the cut : How I believe Chuck & Amara reveal Destiel exists in S11.

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anonymous asked:

Can I just say, I feel like I'm the only one that's extremely irritated with the whole moving theories? Like it's great if they are but in all seriousness, there's a lot to disprove them moving, specially right now with everything going on(vaca). And moving is something serious, not some secret project that doesn't have to be acknowledge right away like moving would. Why the fuck would they be so hush hush over moving? There's no need to?? And dan said he's redecorating his room SOO... no move.

fair enough. idg why it’s the foundation for so much discourse to be honest. if they move they move if they don’t they don’t. they inevitably will eventually bc they’ve said themselves that the house is too small for all of their things. so it’s rly more a matter of “when” and that seems v uninteresting to me overall to be frank

edit: since yesterday i’ve been thinking about the wholly inadequate answer i gave to this ask. not only was i a bit condescending in my response (and i want to say sorry about that bc i didn’t intend for my tone to be laced with so much judgment … of course it’s valid to be interested in if/when they’re moving and think about what it could mean for them,) but i also didn’t even really respond to the question that this anon posed and i feel really bad about it (which is also why i realized i should probs log off and not try to answer much else, since i was not in a great place to be thinking about this stuff.) 

i do want to try and respond better tho to the question of why dnp would “be so hush hush over moving” (though i apologize in advance since u said you’re feeling irritated by the moving theories. this is a full on explanation of all the evidence that supports that theory.) the first point i want to make is that i actually don’t think they’re really trying to keep it hush hush. they’re obviously not outright stating that they’re moving, but dan especially has made several allusions to that notion over the last few months, many of which seem to have been forgotten in the overall discussion happening in the fandom right now. there were all of the needing storage mentions of course, and then the explicit statement in that january live show that “getting more storage” was definitely on the agenda for 2017. that could obviously be an innocuous statement, but with dan’s extensive knowledge of phandom discourse, the chance seems slim that he didn’t know that “getting storage” was being used as a way to talk about moving. then there were all of those subtle mentions about how long they’ve lived in the flat–i think on 2 or 3 separate occasions dan brought up that he couldn’t believe they’d been there for 5 years now. there was also the mention that he wants a new piano, and that that was something he would do this year. again while it’s possible he meant getting a new piano in this flat, he’s also stated in the past that the piano has been in that apartment since it was constructed and it just seems more feasible to accomplish that goal in a new place? and he also stated in january that after filming a lot for dapg, the early part of 2017 would be dedicated to “life things.” and, finally, with respect to yesterday’s live show, if they’re really trying to keep this some enormous secret dan would’ve tried a lot harder imo to hide the absence of the wirrow painting and the shit on his bedside table. or he would’ve waited until after the tuesday live show to get the stuff moved. or he would’ve canceled the tuesday live show altogether, especially bc he had a pretty solid excuse in being swamped with pre-travel preparation (he even made it seem like a possibility that he wouldn’t stream today during the joint live show last week.)

generally, i do think there are a number of reasons they would want to keep it mostly secret (the pressure from millions of people openly speculating about it, drawing conclusions from it, expressing their heartbreak bc of their emotional attachment to their current flat, etc. seems like an incomprehensible stress on top of the already stressful process of moving.) but i also think it’s important to note that they’re not really trying very hard to eliminate speculation on it either. in my opinion, they seem more like they’re attempting to lowkey prepare people without outright stating it so that no one who is seriously invested in them and their personal matters (aka the ardent live show watchers) can truly claim to be shocked or surprised when it happens. i mean, just look at their tags here on tumblr rn–if they were aiming to keep it “hush hush” i would say they miserably failed. if, however, their goal was to tell people subtly without confirming it outright,, then they clearly succeeded.

overall, since dnp have always been people who seem to make every decision and statement with so much premeditated thought, the easiest explanation of all of the past statements i’ve listed (and yesterday’s very pointed “you could say i’m relocating it … one could say” …. like rly if he’s aesthetically rearranging his current bedroom why that sketchy “one could say” addendum? it makes literally no sense in that context) is that they’re moving. i also don’t understand why it seems like such a ‘reach’ to people. they’ve lived in that flat so long. they’ve talked about needing more space for so long. it just seems very logical to me on every level that two people with their level of intertwined living and their financial capacity would take this relatively chiller time in their professional lives to do something about their struggle w too limited space, the annoying loudness of their street, their leaky gas pipes, their overbearing landlord, etc. etc. and “see if there’s a better way to live” (also dan’s words from earlier this year, in case ppl forgot) 

in short, all of these things seem to make at least a reasonable case for them moving (and moving soon), and  all of dan’s talk about aesthetics and new backgrounds for his videos, plus asking viewers to send him “palettes,” are easier explained, imo, as just a bit of (adorable) excitement around the upcoming process of redecorating in a new place. he’ll still need to think about how to arrange his furniture and what sort of decorative pieces to add to his background in this hypothetical new place, obvi, and he never explicitly said the words “i’m redecorating this bedroom that i currently inhabit.” moreover, that they’re moving and some of their stuff has already been packed away explains all of the sketchier elements of the show in a much cleaner way. for example, why was dan’s excuse for using his phone that the mouse to his “laptop” was dead? do they not have batteries? do they not have other computer mouses in their house? (they do. like at least 2 if not more.) why would not having a mouse, if that was even true, necessitate him sitting on his bed with his phone? why not use his laptop? or if that’s broken too, why not use phil’s laptop as he has done before? using a phone seems like the most inconvenient solution, and sitting on the bed with that phone seems doubly inconvenient. like, let’s say all of the other tech is packed away for their trip or dead or broken and his only option really was his phone … why did he choose to sit on his bed? something he hasn’t done in a live show in literal years? something that is so clearly uncomfortable? wouldn’t it have been easier to sit at his desk with his phone leaned against something? and then obvi why the weirdness with the painting? why the empty bedside table? also, why will phil be unavailable to do a live show until the 25th if the aus convention ends the 15th and, by dan’s own words, they’re coming home before going to florida? 

i really think the simplest explanation to all of these things is that his room is being emptied and he didn’t want to show us, they’re in the process of moving some stuff out, maybe all of it, so that they’ll be totally relocated in the coming weeks. i think the notion that he was talking about rearranging his room makes much less sense bc then he would’ve just directly said “lol i’m rearranging my room right now and i need ideas and also that’s why the painting is gone.” there was literally no reason for him to be so weird and unclear about it. that they’ve been house-hunting and packing shit up would also account in large part for their apparent busy schedules and stress over the last few weeks. it would account for why dan has made so many allusions to being tired (rmmbr “i’m so tired … i don’t know why … actually i do know why”?? rmmbr him clarifying at one point that he was “physically” tired??? hmmm.) 

obvi everything is speculation at the end of the day, i could be totally wrong on all of this and dan might just be a crazy person who says random misleading shit for kicks, but i guess overall i’m just a bit confused why the idea that they’re moving is being treated like some sort of outrageous tinhat theory when: 1. there have been so many signs pointing to it 2. it just makes sense for them at this stage of their lives, and 3. they’ve seemingly not tried super hard to hide it either. 

jemma autism checklist

[fitz post here]

someone: jemma’s not autistic 

me: *pulls receipts* 

okay here we go! here is a very detailed post explaining why jem is totes autistic 

to sum, she shows a lot of traits of atypical autism (which is more often how autism manifests in girls) and displays a lot of traits necessary for a diagnosis. she is awkward and blunt in her social interaction (needing to be reminded at times how to act “appropriately”), has a deep passion for her specific interests, is literal minded, stims, was probably hyperlexic, has trouble lying and improvising language, and shows signs of alexithymia

(big thank you to @unlessimwrongwhichyouknowimnot for helping with this, as well as the anons who sent in suggestions!) 

this and more under the cut! lots of gifs ahead, image descriptions added for accessibility 

allistics feel free to interact with this! 

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Ease - Part 16

Genreangst/fluff

Pairingreader/taehyung

Length: 3.0k

SummaryYou and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to plan.

A/N: thank you for all the lovely lovely messages i’ve gotten so far!! u are all precious much love 💛

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The clock was ticking. It was only a few days before the competition, and you’d been working non-stop with Taehyung to be ready in time. True to his promise, he’d practised day and night, and even when he complained he was too exhausted, he always continued rehearsing for another hour. Jungkook seemed fine with it all, and he even hobbled along to one of your practices to see how you were getting along. It warmed your heart to know that he’d become so supportive of you and Taehyung, and he even gave advice on how Taehyung could improve, giving him little tips and tricks to make it easier for him.

You’d slept round their house after finishing late, and because you also expected an early start the next day. Taehyung must have left early, as he was nowhere to be seen, so you cheerfully got ready in your own time. After staying up well into the night with Taehyung, talking about the past and the future and everything in between, you were in a good mood the next morning, despite the tiredness seeping into your bones as you moved.

As you walked down stairs, Namjoon hollered at you from the kitchen. “Y/N!” he yelled, sounding like he had his mouth stuffed with food. “Do you want to come with me and Jin to the park?”

“No thanks,” you called back, pulling on your shoes by the front door. “I’m busy.”

“If you change your mind, feel free to meet us there!”

“Will do!”

You closed the door behind you with a click, and began walking down the road.


It was a beautiful day, and you couldn’t help grinning to yourself at the thought of dancing with Taehyung again. It felt so good to watch him perform with barely any mistakes, knowing that you were the reason behind his progress. Plus, it meant you got to spend hours of uninterrupted time with him, as Hoseok and Yoongi had a work shift that day.

In the distance, you could see Taehyung waiting outside the gate to the building for the practice room, his thin frame slouched against the pillar as he rested all his weight on one leg. His hair flopped cutely over his forehead as he typed on his phone, but his eyebrows were furrowed and the playful expression he always wore was missing.

As you approached, you slowed down, immediately figuring something was wrong. “Tae!” you called out, noting how his face didn’t change as he looked up, his eyes darkening. There was no softness, no boyish look that you were so used to seeing. Just pure rage, trembling under his skin.

“Tae?” you said again, your happy mood vanishing within an instant. “What’s the matter?”

He raised his eyebrows in disbelief, sticking out his chin and breathing out his mouth in an attempt to calm himself down. You swallowed nervously, not knowing how to react. You’d never seen him so angry in your life. It didn’t help that he stood stock still, leaving a few feet between you and letting the tension fill the gap.

When he spoke, his voice was deep but firm, with a seriousness that he only used when he was talking to teachers or apologising after being scolded.

“You knew the real reason Yeji was dating me, and you didn’t say?”

Adrenaline shot through your body like a shock wave, numbing your limbs into position. All you could do was stare as you struggled to breathe, your vision going white as you realised what you’d gotten yourself into. He knows he knows he knows he knows…

“I can’t believe you,” he scoffed, flicking his hair out of eyes and poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue. You wracked your brain desperately for an excuse, but all you could feel was the shame that numbed your heart and froze your brain solid. Taehyung looked broken. “I found out from Jimin,” he spat, blinking furiously. “He confessed what he’d said, and what had happened when he found out. Turns out, he’d been at the spring market. Turns out, he met you there. And you know everything.”

“Taehyung, I-”

“To think I could trust you. I let myself believe that there was something, someone there for me after everything turned to shit. But you lied to me, Y/N.” He laughed bitterly, properly laughed, but his eyes were mingling with tears, and he sniffed several times before roughly wiping his nose with his sleeve. “Yeji used me to get with Jimin, and my best friend didn’t tell me. Didn’t stop me from making the biggest mistake of my life.”

“You were so happy,” you mumbled weakly, not bothering to try harder to defend yourself. You hadn’t won this battle, you knew that straight away. You’d messed up. “You liked her for so long, I didn’t have it in me, didn’t have the heart, to wreck you like that.”

“So you let me believe that she had a crush on me? For what? What did you get out of that? Did you enjoy seeing me lose myself in someone who had no interest in me?”

You were shaking your head, feeling hot, angry tears roll down your cheeks. Not angry at Taehyung, but at yourself. What was I thinking? “At the time, it was the right thing to do,” you hiccupped, “because you said you loved her. I tried to tell you that you didn’t, because how I loved you was nothing like that. But you were convinced. For years you’ve talked about Yeji. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t tell you.”

Taehyung pulled at his top lip with his teeth, his hands that hung loosely by his sides beginning to shake. “Do you know why I went on about Yeji for so long?” he asked faintly, scouring your face for any type of reaction. “Have you no idea?”

“What are you talking about?” you croaked, feeling the dryness crackle in your throat.

He smiled pitifully, turning his head slightly away. You had the urge to pull his face back so he was looking at you, but you stayed still, holding your breath in apprehension. His nostrils flared as his eyes shone with emotion, the warmness of the day not quite getting past your skin as you watched the sadness fill his expression.

“I was trying to make you jealous,” he mumbled, screwing up his eyes and allowing himself to cry. “I thought if I went on about another girl, you might’ve said something. You never did, but I said it so much that I started to believe that I really did like Yeji. When you told me that you loved me, I remembered what love should feel like.”

Your breathing quickened, and you could feel yourself beginning to go dizzy from the lack of oxygen, but it didn’t matter. “Taehyung, what are you trying-”

“I’ve been trying to tell you for so long,” he interrupted, not letting you break his flow. Finally, he turned and looked at you again, and you suddenly wished he hadn’t. Seeing the pain and heartache behind his brown irises made you feel like you’d just been trodden into the mud and left there to rot.

“I love you,” he said. “I’ve liked you for as long as I can remember. Stupid, really, because I was praying on false hope that one day, you possibly might like me back. But that day only came a few months ago, and that’s when I realised I should’ve waited a little bit longer. I tried to tell you,” he smiled, but it was a half-smile; it barely lifted his cheeks. “Yeji was the one who told me to chase you, but by that time, you were already with Jungkook. That day, when you told me we should keep our distance, I said I was going to tell you something. But, obviously, I didn’t.”

Your heart was collapsing, piece by piece, and you finally understood the true meaning of heartbreak. It was nothing like you’d seen on TV or in the movies. There were tears staining your eyes and your nose was blocked, but the feeling you felt inside couldn’t be explained with words. All of a sudden, you didn’t know what was the right thing to say, the right thing to do, or what you should be feeling. You were hollow, and you could see the one thing that would make it all go away. But they were a few feet away. Just out of reach.

“You told me that we shouldn’t get in too deep,” he continued, his chest heaving unevenly as he struggled to draw breath. “You had no idea of how deep I was in. Namjoon argued with me, saying that you would change your mind, you would leave Jungkook, but I couldn’t see that happening. Not when you gave me a chance, and I dismissed it. I was satisfied with Yeji, even though I knew that all I ever wanted was to be with you, Y/N.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” you whispered, your throat beginning to burn in pain. “When I told you I loved you, you wanted us to stay friends. Why, Taehyung?”

“I thought Yeji was the safer option. I’d tried not to think of you in that way for so long, that I needed time to wonder if I still felt the same. Didn’t realise what that would do to you. But,” he sighed, his voice changing back to the serious tone as he straightened up, collecting himself together. “I guess it was all for nothing. You betrayed me, Y/N. If I’d known what Yeji was doing, she would’ve immediately been out the picture. Either way, I would’ve been upset, but at least I wouldn’t have made a complete idiot of myself. I don’t find liars attractive, so I guess you don’t know me as well as you think you do. I’m going, and don’t you dare think about following me. Good luck with the dance.”

Without another word, Taehyung turned his back and began walking away, his head nodding low with his hands deep in his pockets.  You watched him leave, in a state of disbelief and despair. Eventually, your limbs unstuck and turned to jelly, allowing you to fall to the floor and cradle your knees, sitting by yourself against the pillar and questioning how could things have gone so wrong.


Jin and Namjoon were sprawled out on the grass, basking in the sun of the early afternoon. They were chatting and laughing contentedly, but when they noticed you standing not too far off with a look of torment on your face, they immediately rushed over.

“Come sit down,” they ushered, pulling you to their spot while you struggled to hold back the tears, but knowing that they were about to give you sympathy set off the waterworks once more.

“What’s happened?” asked Jin softly, while Namjoon handed you a tissue.

Sniffing loudly, you looked down at the ground and watched the grass stalks tremble in the wind. It should have been calming, but you barely noticed. “He told me he likes me,” you said vaguely, your voice bunged up and slightly higher than usual. “But I did something wrong. I kept something from him. Something huge. Now there’s no chance.”

Although you didn’t specify who you meant or what chance you missed, the two boys understood as they began rubbing your back and making soothing noises. It all became too much again, and you wept into your damp tissue.

“Why can’t you two just get together already?” Jin sighed, looking into the distance dramatically. “It’s been slowly driving us mad. You two clearly want to be together, yet neither of you are making a move.”

“You knew?” you asked incredulously, staring at him with wide eyes. “All this time, you knew that he liked me?”

“He’s in love with you,” stated Namjoon, smiling apologetically. “I don’t mean to brag, but if we could figure out that you fancied Taehyung, it wasn’t science to notice that he felt the same way.”

“Did he say anything to you?”

“No, we just knew,” Jin shrugged.

“Well,” corrected Namjoon, “Jungkook’s always been slow on the uptake with that sort of thing. That’s why we were so shocked when Yeji walked in and Taehyung announced that they were dating, because he clearly preferred you over some silly high school crush. Jungkook didn’t know you liked Taehyung for a while, but by the time we told him, he was already starting to take a liking to you, so I don’t think he really cared all that much.”

You couldn’t believe what was happening. Firstly, the person who you were completely in love with said they had felt the same way for years, and now you’d found out all your friends knew and hadn’t told you? You began to understand why Taehyung felt so betrayed when you’d kept the truth from him, because it felt horrible.

“He never showed me love,” you said sceptically, shaking your head in dejection.

Jin just laughed, but Namjoon sent him a warning look and he promptly stopped, realising it wasn’t the time for mockery. “Of course he did,” he said kindly. You looked up at his honest eyes, not quite accepting the truth. “Maybe… maybe his version of love isn’t the same as Jungkook’s, but it doesn’t mean that he didn’t show you it. Okay, so he didn’t say ‘I love you’ as much as Jungkook seemed to. He was just… less obvious about it.”

“Less obvious?”

“You know, small acts of affection? Perhaps he bought you presents, or he made you food. Perhaps he let you copy his notes, or made sure you got home safe, or stuck up for you when it meant he’d get in trouble, too.”

As Jin spoke, images and memories flashed through your head like a mini tape player, snapshots of Taehyung that you’d completely forgotten about. There was that time where he put food in your bag that you’d found during the audition round, and that time he sat by your side when you were ill, and when he picked up your call straightaway after arguing with Jungkook. He didn’t even ask why; he simply understood you needed him there.

“He loves you. He doesn’t need to say it to mean it,” added Namjoon, poking your cheek to get you to smile.

“But what about Jungkook?” you argued. “He always told me he loved me, but then he left-”

“Forget about Jungkook!” burst Namjoon, the passion beginning to show in his tone. It was only a subtle change, but it struck something in your chest that made you finally believe what they were trying to tell you. “That wasn’t love. He was infatuated with you, and when he realised that maybe it wasn’t love after all, he freaked. Don’t be wound up about Jungkook. He’ll find what he’s been looking for, soon enough.”

It made sense. It was hard to come to terms with the idea that you’d wasted so much time avoiding the subject, pushing down feelings when in reality, you could’ve avoided all the mess and heartbreak ages ago. If only you’d been brave enough and done what you’d set out to do when you first came to university: tell Taehyung that you loved him. But you couldn’t. And you didn’t. So you were stuck in a terrible situation that you couldn’t see any way out of. And it sucked. Although they were trying their best, Namjoon and Jin weren’t what you needed. You wanted to curl up in a ball on your bed and cry until you had no more tears left, until that aching feeling had gone.

“He’s so mad at me,” you whispered, sucking on your teeth. It was a habit that only surfaced when you were really upset, but knowing that only made you feel ten times worse.

Namjoon pulled out another tissue and delicately got rid of the grotty one you’d balled up in your fist, before clearing his throat quietly. “You’ve both hurt each other. That’s what you do when you love someone. It’s because you love them that you try to heal them again, to stop the pain, to make them more loved than they were before, all because you both got mad. But that’s why you’ve got to keep trying, Y/N. You and Taehyung have both come so far in your relationship, and although it would’ve been easier if none of this happened, I think it made you both grow as human beings and you’re able to understand each other a lot better than you did before. Don’t give up on him. It’s getting harder, I can see that, but you still love him no matter how hurt you’re feeling. You’ll keep trying because it hurts even more when he’s not there. So you’ve got to try.


As you went to sleep that night, you tried to remind yourself that whatever you were feeling was only temporary. Even though you were falling apart by the seams, you swore to yourself that you would be strong, and you would fight just a little bit longer.

But as you lay there, at 3am, lonely and restless, you didn’t feel strong and ready to fight. There was no strength in the tears that soaked your pillow. Everything seemed duller, like the moon against the black of night that didn’t quite burn into your eyes like it used to, and the rain wasn’t a lullaby, but more of a crashing noise that sounded like the sky was breaking. The stone in your chest that usually appeared from jealousy had gone, but instead, it was filled with that familiar pain.

There were some things in life that you couldn’t prepare yourself for. Even though you told yourself that if it ever happened, you were going to be ready. Even after Jungkook, the second round of heartbreak still hurt; it always, always hurt.

Closing your eyes, the last thing you saw before you fell into a fretful sleep was the poster from the dance competition, its splashed red colour taunting you, reminding you of what you’d lost, and what was still yet to come.

Knight (Single Dad! Calum Hood AU) 6

Originally posted by melancholymuke

A/N: Y’all ready for the last part? This one is going to be a doozy. Thank you all so much for all the support on this AU, it means the world to me! If y'all have something you want me to write, just send me a message and I’ll get to it! Again thank you!

Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5


“Are you all excited for your last show for almost a year?” Ben, one of Luke’s older brother asked taking a seat in the ‘big room’ backstage at the last show in Australia. Theres been a passing of time since they first landed in L.A., almost two weeks ago now, they spent a week there only doing a couple of shows, before hitting the last leg in Oz, much to the relief of the lads and (Y/N). She had been put back on the original security detail she was hired for because the fans had been getting a lot more violent lately, much to Aurora’s dismay. (Y/N) and Calum still hadn’t broken the news to ‘Rora, or anyone else because of the rocky waters they knew they were going to endure for the next while with moving around, and the hectic schedule she and Calum would be enduring.

“You have no idea.” Ashton laughed getting yet another snack from the table at the front of the room, you could tell they were nervous. Ashton was a nervous eater, Luke would get almost violent, but he had been going through a rough patch with his current girlfriend so that could be the explanation for the hostility for when he got nervous, Michael would game and tune everyone out, Calum on the other hand would try to spend as much time as possible as he could with ‘Rora, and (Y/N).

“Do you have plans for the break?” Michael’s mom asked getting her son’s attention.

“I might travel for a bit, been stuck behind these concrete walls for a while.” Ashton said taking a seat next to his siblings. “And spend time with these buggers.”

“Not really sure. I’ll come up with something.” Luke said pacing back and forth behind the couch that held most of his family.

“Take care of my mental health.” Michael said seriously. “A year is a good time to start to better myself, and spend time with you and dad.” He smiled at his mum.

“Helping Aurora transition into going to school, she already a year behind because of her birthday.” Calum said with a knocked out ‘Rora at his side, his family next to him as well.

“What about you, (Y/N)?” Jack asked this time, all eyes suddenly on you, who was keeping an eye out from the doorway.

“Have no idea really. Try to find a stable place to stay, find other jobs just incase it doesn’t really work out here.” You answered honestly, well semi honestly. Calum had already told you that you were free to move in with him and Aurora after the tour was over, and said you wouldn’t have to worry about having to work because he made more than enough to maintain a three person household. You declined his second offer as soon as it left his mouth, you had been working all your life, and you didn’t like to burden people especially when it came to money. The first offer you said you would keep in mind if anything.

“They still haven’t come up with a decision?” Calum asked from his seat.

“They said it depended how well today went.” You explained shaking your head, you hated the fact they were basing a good chunk of their decision on one show, when the rest of the tour had gone off without a hitch.

“(Y/N), we need you at the mouth, we need you to escort someone to the den. Over.” James ordered through the walkie talkie at your hip, except he sounded mad, which was rare.

“Understood, on my way. Over. Are y'all expecting someone?”You asked everyone before jogging to where security check was made, which was nicknamed the mouth, and the den was the big room where everyone was at.


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Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6 Ch. 7 Ch. 8  Ch. 9

Summary:  MC has exciting news to tell Zen and the other RFA members. That is until the MC gets a shock from Zen. MC finds comfort in a close friend, Jumin Han.

Rating: M (language and adult themes)

Tags: Mystic Messenger, Jumin x MC, Zen x MC

Authors Note: I’ve been working on a 707 series while also working at this story as well. So that’s exciting! I hope my Jumin fanatics like myself reallllly enjoy this chapter. I’ve been listening to a Firefly music festival playlist for a lot of inspiration to get my butt in gear. 

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Lazy weekends were the best weekends especially after Jumin got home from his business trip. Jumin was napping soundly on the couch Elizabeth the third purring on his chest with his hand on her body. I smiled to myself as I watched the two of them snoozing the afternoons away. I grabbed a blanket and gently laid it across his legs and on lower part of his chest. His top shirt buttons casually unbuttoned. Elizabeth moved in his arms at the startle of the blanket but settled back into her position once she realized I had helped her out.

I sat back down on the lounge chair and scrolled through my phone.

MC has logged into the Chatroom—

Jaehee: I’m relaxing at the beach getting some sun.

707: I burn to a crisp in the sun

Oh MC is here!

MC: Jaehee how is vacation going?

Jaehee: You can keep my job forever if you would like. 

Has Jumin ran you up a wall yet?

MC: hahaha hardly. 

Everything is good on our end, however business end is a different story.

Jaehee: What happened was it his father again?

MC: not quite Mr. Han per say more like Jumin’s fiance.

707: wait hes engaged that damn bastard

MC: no don’t misunderstand this is not his choosing.

Jaehee: and what happened?

MC: they may or may not believe that Jumin and I are-

Jaehee: He did what?

MC: Its just a misunderstanding, until Jumin can collect enough information to refuse this marriage proposal.

707: Oh thank God! 

I was worried that I would have to come save you from Jumins clutches. 

Defender of Justice to save the innocent MC from the gate keeper Jumin.

MC: all good on this end here! 

Seven don’t worry I’ll know who to call to save me next time.

707: All is well then.

Defender.

Of.

Justice.

Out.

-707 has logged out-

Jaehee: I have to go too I need another drink.

MC: Don’t have too much fun you have to come back soon!

Jaehee: No promises here.

–Jaehee has logged out—

 It was inevitable that I would run into Zen news on my Facebook page. South Korean Musical Actor Trending in the United States of America. I quickly scrolled past the news page my friends shared on Facebook. Hyun Ryu and Amelia Corina officially an item? I turned my phone over trying to ignore the burning feeling in my heart. 

I could not tear my eyes away at his calm and collected mannerism. Did he even lose any sleep over me? He looked as if he didn’t spend too much time letting a breakup hinder his acting and public appearance. Hyun was somebody now, and I was just holding him back. It took me a week and RFA taking turns keeping my mind occupied before I was finally composed enough to be alone.

Why was I craving to see him, was it because he was happy and doesn’t seem to be too worried about a cheating scandal? I still cared for Zen. I will always love him in some way or the other. I cant forget the man that he was before things started to go downhill. Still, I can admire him from afar. Maybe one day Jaehee and I can fangirl over him and we can bring the baby to watch Zen on the TV.

There were thousands of pictures mostly of Zen, and selfies on date nights. Late nights under the stars, his motorcycle, backstage at his musicals. Was he happy? Was he finally accomplishing his dreams? Did the woman in the new pictures know how he likes his DVD collection at home? How he snores lightly when he’s exhausted from a long night of drinking?

I looked at my camera roll on my phone hesitant to look at the beginning. If I wanted a clean slate I needed to delete photos off of my phone. It was going to be now or never. I selected every photo, video, selfie, and saved screen shots I had saved since I met him. I quickly hit the delete button before my heavy fingers would change their mind. Clearing out all the memories, and moments that I treasured the most with Zen. I took a deep breath as I emptied my trash bin on my phone.

I felt as if a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. I could start looking forward to cute baby pictures. I finally opened my text messages and deleted any and every message with Zen involved in it. It would be better to rid myself of the temptation to look back and feel sorry about myself. I smiled to myself that I was finally released from a large amount of temptation to look at those photos that brought me so much happiness.

I was startled by Elizabeth crawling in my lap. I looked over at Jumin who was lazily stretching out on the couch with a loud groan. I pet her soft white fur as she sat down between my legs encouraging me to pet her.

“Have you decided to sit with the ladies?” I said to Elizabeth who was enjoying extra attention from another person.

She cozied herself up on my knee and sprawling out. “She just wants more attention” Jumin said groggily and I laughed at her cute little face and tail.

“Jumin, Elizabeth the Third needs a womanly figure in her life to keep her straight. Sometimes it’s good to take a short reprieve from her favorite and only man in her life.”

He laughed and sat up on the couch, blanket wrapped around his shoulders and hair disheveled in all directions. I smiled to myself at his rare and slightly appearance. Jumin would hate to look like a mess in front of anyone.

“What are you smiling at?” He asked looking at me seated on the edge of the couch arms resting on his legs.

“Nothing!” I told him scratching behind Elizabeth’s ears averting his stare and blush on my cheeks. I took out my phone and took a quick picture of Elly. I knew who to send this picture to, Seven. Seven immediately responded with heart emojis: “Elly my love! She is so adorable! Jumin however looks like he just woke up with the bad case of bed head.”

“Wait was I in that picture that you just took?” He asked sitting upright on the couch. “Maybe. A lady never divulges her secrets Jumin.” I teased and he smirked. “Can I see it?” He asked softly.
I got up and sat next to him on the couch and showed him the picture.

“God is that what my hair looks like?” He ran a hand through it in an attempt to fix it only making it stick further out. I laughed uncontrollably at his hair and his expression when he asked me if it looked any better. He got up and went to his room. “Can you help me since my efforts have been to no avail.”

“Yes Jumin.” I sat on the top of the couch and had him between my legs. “Let me know if I pull your hair.”

I carefully brushed his hair back towards my body. “Have you ever worn it any other way or has it always looked like this?”

“Its been the same for as long as I can remember.”

“Jumin have you ever been in relationships with other women before?”

“What?”

“I didn’t mean for it to sound like that, I just never have seen you show interest in many women our age. Nothing is wrong with that I was just wondering.”

“Women are out for my fathers money and influence not so much myself. The way to my fathers heart seems to be through winning me over. None of them actually cared for me or was around long enough for one anyways. Most women only see me as money and future CEO.”

“I understand your difficulty then finding someone you can actually trust and talk too aside from V and Rika.”

“Yes it was only them for a while but now that V is absent and Rika passed I only have Elizabeth.”

“You have me too Jumin.”

“I know and I’m thankful for some sanity in the madness.” He sighed deeply. “How does it look?”

“It doesn’t look half bad pulled back.” I said and he got up to look at himself.

“If I didn’t look old before this makes me look much older now.”

“I think you look mature, well you already looked mature. More mature.” I said shuffling down to the couch.

“You think I would scare Jaehee if I wore it like this?” He asked smiling as he ruffled his hair out with a shake of his head and hair returned to its normal position on his head.

“I think she would think something was wrong.” He smiled shaking his head.

“What were you doing earlier on your phone? You looked upset?” He asked concerned tone in his voice.

“Hmm oh I was just deleting photos.”

“Of him?”

“Yes of him.” Silence deafened between the two of us before he spoke again.

“You still love him?”

“I don’t love him now but I think I always will hold a place for him. There is a baby that will probably remind me of Zen every day soon.”

“Is love a strange and powerful emotion?” He asked sitting back down on the couch his arms reclined back on the couch behind him. I looked at his face searching himself for some grasp on his tone and curiosity.

“Love?” How do I describe love?

“Well love is different for everyone,” I tried to explain. “Theres the love you have for your family or your father. The love you have for your friends V, Seven, Yoosung, and Jaehee. Finally there is romantic love that you feel towards another person.”

“I love Elizabeth the Third, is that more a familial love?”

“Yes exactly shes a part of your family.”

“Familial love is similar to when Yoosung and Seven talk about chocolate milk and cat jokes?” I nodded my head smiling. Jumin trying to make mental connections to the emotions he was feeling and putting a name to the emotion and it was written on a furrowed line on his forehead. The wrinkle he gets when he is deep in concentration and deep thought. He was silent again before he spoke up once more. 

“What about romantic love?” His asked softly in my direction. 

I took my time trying to find the right words in which to describe romantic love to him that would make the most sense. Your heart starts racing uncontrollably out of your chest around them. Your face gets red when they say anything remotely similar to flirting.” He nodded his head. “Do you find it hard to eat when you think about them?” he asked genuinely. “I think so depending on the situation.”

He met my eyes in an instant, “I think I know what it is.” His hand rested on top of my hand his eyes locked with mine. His fingers grasping onto the sides of my hand and making small circular motions with his pointer finger. I took a deep intake of air before speaking “Romantic or passionate love for another person I think is when you put the other person before yourself, and you worry not just for your needs but for theirs and in a more intimate way. Physically and mentally.” 

His dark eyes stared into my own and I was memorized at the deep color of them as our eyes locked onto one another. “I think I know what it is,” he said moving closer to me on the couch. My face felt warm under his intense stare. Jumin closed the space that was between his lips within inches of my own. I closed my eyes in anticipation of his warm lips to meet mine. His hand sliding to the back of my head. 

There was a loud knock on the door. I immediately sat back and lowered my eyes to avert his own. He cleared his throat and buttoned his shirt to check the door. 

“Jumi! I came to-“ a loud and shrilling high pitched voice pierced through the air and could only belong to the voice of a red-haired, overly perfumed woman in a purple dress.

“This is not a good time Sarah.” Jumin said and she barged into his home. Sarah threw open the door that Jumin was guarding. He palmed his head in frustration. .

“Oh shes here.” I shifted in my seat making sure my little baby bump was hidden from her watchful eye. Shit. The ultrasound was on his fridge. This could implicate Jumin already more than he already was.

“shes my lover of course she would be here.” Jumin said coming to sit by me leaning on the sofa arm casually.

“I brought something for Liz!”

“Elizabeth the third?” Jumin corrected

“yes the cat,” Sarah snared back at him.

I slowly got up to make my way over to the fridge. “Shall I let you two discuss?”

“No I want you to stay.” Jumin said grabbing my hand from my side. I turned to look at him and his expression pleading for help. His slim fingers intertwined into my own.

“So how did you two officially meet?”Sarah asked trying to latch herself onto Jumin. Her breasts spilling out of her top as she attempted to press herself to his arm. Jumin immediately shook her off in disgust and need for personal space. I gave him some space as he tried to push her off of him. 

“Well-“ I started when Jumin chimed in. 

“She is the coordinator for RFA parties for a while, and-“

“I have no interest in Jumin’s businesses, he’s a genuinely kind man with a huge heart.” I added as i looked at Sarah who looked like she bit into something sour and bitter. 

 “Romantic love will never last.”

Her comment struck a nerve deep within me. 

“I know that, more than anyone.” She started going through my papers i had laying on the dining room table. I stepped in front of her putting the papers back to their location.

“You have a limited amount of time with the people you love than you spend that time doing just that.”

“I have a right to see what those documents are since I am his fiance.”

“No you don’t. and No you are not. You can leave the gift for Elizabeth on the table and then escort yourself out.” I was fuming with annoyance. Jumin was smirking behind me at how little patience I had for this woman.

“Jumin are you going to let her speak to me in such ways? I know you are faking this relationship with your secretary. Wont you let me comfort you?”

“I find no issue with her tone.Is that so? We are faking it?” He said questionably at her comment. His arms folded against his chest in annoyance.

“MC.” Jumin said grabbing my arm and pulling myself towards him closely. He felt like he was on fire from the heat he was exuding.

“I want to be honest with my feelings for you. I had intentions on letting our relationship grow however I ant deny that there is a strong attraction to you. I cannot hold myself back any longer.”

“Jumin-“

I felt his hand on my chin and he pressed his lips firmly against mine. My mind went blank at his tender kiss. I wanted more. I needed more. But I also needed to breathe before I was consumed in his heat. I looked into Jumins eyes that were tenderly looking into my own. I don’t know how long we stood there just looking at each other. 

“You would kiss her in front of your own fiance!” Sarah screamed and loudly screaming at us both. Sarah must have let herself out on her own because I was too busy letting Jumin consume me with his tender kisses. Jumins hand placed behind my head. My hands holding tightly onto his shirt. I let my guard down and allowed myself to initiate the kiss again and pressed myself into his warm and soft lips. His tongue tracing around my lip as if asking for permission from my lips to enter.

He was the first to pull away his head resting on mine. “I have been wanting to kiss you for a long time now.” He smiled kissing my head as if I were a child. 

“Did you mean what you said earlier?”

“All of it.” He just held me tightly against his chest. 

“I have never felt this much before I met you.” He whispered into my ear and I smiled knowing that he was becoming more open with himself and allowing himself to feel. He pressed his lips against mine as if he was trying to consume the air in my lungs. My lips brushing against his over and over again.

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They don’t know - Yugyeom scenario (fluff, requested)

Originally posted by ofsunandstars

Anon said:  CAN YIU PRETTY PLEASE WEITE A YIGYEOM SCENARIO WHERE HE MEETS HIS SPULMAYE AT A FANSIGN AND JUST FALLS MADLY IN LOVE WITH THEM AND THE BOYS AND EEVRYONE MAKE FUN OF HIM?? THANK YOU XOXOXO

- I HOPE YOU REALLY ENJOY IT OMG! 

Members: Yugyeom x You
Genre: Fluffy 
Word count: 1384


“Oh Yugyeom get out of here. You can’t feel that way“ Bambam laughed looking at him
“Don’t even say that in front of other hyungs. They will make fun of you” he added laying down on his bed

Yugyeom licks his lips, looking down at the ground.
“It was just a different feeling. I can’t help it.” He spoke
Bambam looks to the side at him and sits up.
“Listen. She’s a fan. What if you will never see her again. Like maybe she was beautiful and you just felt the rush and felt that way.” He explains
“I know what I feel.”
“Yugyeom. You never had a girlfriend.” Bambam looks at him
“Did you ever have one?” Yugyeom raises his eyebrows and leaves the room

 

— Few hours before —


“Hii everyone!” Jackson said to the microphone and waved smiling. All the iGOT7’s started to scream and wave back.
“OPPA!” fans were shouting

Yugyeom smiled, talking to a fan. She hand him a cute flower crown.
“Do you want to put it on?” Yugyeom looked at her and leans his head down and she smiles and puts the crown on his head.
“I am pretty, am I?” he laughs, so does she
“I love you Yugyeom” she said as she moved to next member
“I love you too” he smiled


“JINYOUNG OPPA! Hi” fan said from the crowd
“Jinyoung oppa, hi? Jinyoung oppa HELLO” he said to the mic
Fans sent him hearts and he flicks them away and laughs.


Yugyeom takes the album.
“Hi” you said feeling super nervous and you wanted to cry how much excited you are.
“Hi-“ Yugyeom looks up at you, and stops for a moment. Staring at you. You felt like your face is super red.
His eyes observed your whole face. You were just too beautiful.
Him realizing he’s staring he chuckles and looks down sighing the album.
“Can I hold your hand” you put your hand over your mouth
“Of course” Yugyeom takes your hand in his, and two of held hands.
“You are very beautiful” he spoke looking up at you
“I..I.. Thank you” you blush
“I got you something” you add and take the flower crown
“Oh, but you already have one” you make a sad face
“It’s okay, put that one too” he leans his head down and you without taking your smile off put the flower crown on top of another one.
He slowly lifts his head up
“Is it falling?” he tried to look up and you laugh
“It’s steady for now” you smiled and two of you kept looking at each other, actually enjoying the silence.

He felt his heart racing, it was just something so different about you. He never wanted you to go. He wanted you to stay, that he gets to know you. Already talking to you he sees how great personality you have.
But you had to move forward.
“I’ll see you again, right?” he quickly asked
“I hope so. Yeah” you smiled, letting go of his hand and moved to Jaebum.


There were no words to describe how happy you were. No matter if they don’t come to your country, you’ll go anywhere you need to just to see him again, see them again and talk to them.

Yugyeom would always look to the side, and look at you while you’re still there.
Admire that smile and how cute you are.

After the sighing, boys come to the front of the stage. To talk to everyone who came.
“I LOVE YOU” Yugyeom did aegyo and made a heart with his arms

They would do a sexy dance off, make jokes, do aegyo, and just sit down and talk to everyone.
“We will come back hopefully again. I will miss you a lot” Youngjae said
“You were so beautiful today, all of you! Bambam winks and dabs
“I want you to come back home safely, and get a lot of rest okay?” Jackson asked
All of you shout “Yes”

For the end all of you get to hug or high five them.
Seeing the line, Yugyeom couldn’t wait for you to walk by.
As you did you smiled and hugged him tightly.
“I’ll see you soon” you said
“I love you” he smiled and let go of you and hugged another fan.

 —


“Hey Yugyeom I heard something” Jinyoung sat down on the couch in their practice room
Yugyeom danced and stopped, looking at him in review of the mirror.
“Did BamBam say something?” Yugyeom asked with his heart racing. He didn’t want anyone to know how he feels and what he feels.
“No, I just saw couple of pictures and videos online. On that last fan meet you were constantly looking at one fan” he explains
Jackson jumps on the couch next to Jinyoung.
“I likeee to hear that” he laughs
“It’s nothing. She was just pretty that’s all” Yugyeom turns around, towards them
“All iGOT7’s are pretty, they are beautiful” Jackson smiled
“Why were you staring at her?”
“I said. She was pretty” Yugyeom looks away and sits on the ground
“Oh come on. Did you feel somethinn” they started teasing
“Yeah. I did. So what?” Yugyeom looks up, his voice cold and serious

Jinyoung and Jackson look at him for a moment with a serious face on. Slowly their lips form into a smile then they let out a loud laugh. They clapped hands, grabbed onto each other how much they thought it was funny.

“Wait. You don’t even know her and you fall in love or something. Oh God” Jinyoung laughed
Jackson wiped off his tears
“Oh damn, that was funny”

Yugyeom kept looking at them, coldly and just calmly. He didn’t want to care what they think or how much they laugh about it, but he did in a way and it bothered him.
But he knew how he feels.
As he stood up, taking his stuff, Jackson and Jinyoung stopped laughing.
“Oh come on are you mad now?” Jackson asked
“Like you care?” Yugyeom just looks up at him and walks out of the practice room, shutting the door.

 — 


For months boys were preparing for another comeback. Working on their songs, choreography’s, and MV filming. 

Next comeback was “Never ever” era.

Even though it was long time ago when Yugyeom saw you, he still gets excited of a thought of you. And of a thought seeing you soon hopefully.
Still he was more focused on the comeback and wanting to work hard.

As the comeback era started, they started to perform and soon they had a fan meeting.
It was the same city where he saw you. The more and more the fan meeting was close he was getting too excited.
Bambam pushed him a bit.
“Think you going to see her again?” he smiled at Yugyeom
“Yeah. I have a feeling she’ll be here”


They came out on stage and sat down, waved, greeted everyone.
It was like all over again. He was sighing an album just talking to a fan.
He took something and began to poke Jackson with it. He laughed and took the album, sighing it and he looked up, and saw a familiar face.
It was you.
His smile grew bigger.
“It’s you again” he said
“You remember me?” you were surprised and blushed
“Yeah, of course I do. You were the most beautiful girl in here” he looked at your eyes

You put your hands on your face.
“Yugyeom, I can’t stop smiling” you laugh
“Don’t cover up that pretty face. I want to see your smile” he placed his hands on yours and moved your hands away
“Theree you are” he chuckled
“What is your name?” he added
“Y/N” you smiled looking at him while he was writing something, you could notice how he was smiling
“That is a beautiful name… I really wish we could be friends” he spoke and your face went shook
“I mean- I’m sorry” he laughs shaking his head
“No, I am just like. You are and idol and I am just a fan.”
“That doesn’t matter. At least to me.” He said

You had to move next.
“I’ll see you again soon Y/N” he smiled and waved
“I’ll see you” you smiled and waved back to him

Nothing Compares

Anonymous: Imagine you used to be really friendly with Matt (muttering into his ear, squishing his face, talking loudly for emphasis, etc) and him being upset when you stop because you think you’re torturing him once you find out how good his senses are

This is a very cute idea, I hope I did okay for you :)

1523 words. Enjoy xx

Originally posted by kinghardy

“I’ve got dinner,” you called, kicking the office door closed with your foot. Karen and Foggy practically ripped their food out of your hands, thanking you and then sitting down to eat. You always bought the food, keeping those three fed and happy.

You brought yours and Matt’s food to his office and put the bag in front of him. “Here you go, Matty.” You jumped up to sit on his desk as you always did, getting out your sandwich.

“Comfortable?” He joked.

You reached over and ruffled his hair. “Yes, thank you.” You leaned your head on his shoulder, reading a case file he and Foggy were working on.

Taking a bite of your sandwich, you listened as Matt started telling you about the case, and how a man was wrongly convicted. He and Foggy were amazing lawyers, you had complete faith that they would help this innocent man.

When he finished explaining, you looked up and kissed his cheek. “You’ll do perfectly, I know it.”

He smiled, “Thanks, Y/n.” After dinner, he sighed and stood up. “We should probably get home, it’s getting late.”

Waiting at the door, you grinned and intertwined his arm in yours, walking home with him.

Matt was your best friend. You were the one that helped him around if he wanted, and the one who gave him a small pep talk before any hearing. Besides Foggy, of course, there were no two people who were closer friends than you and Matt. Sometimes, you’d find yourself getting even closer to him, and maybe wishing you weren’t just friends.

As you got to Matt’s front door, you have him a hug, and pushed his hair out of his face gently. “See you tomorrow.”

He smiled at you sweetly, “Goodnight, Y/n.” You turned around as the door closed, walking back home with a wide smile on your face.

After one day at the office, you headed towards Matt’s apartment instead of your own. Foggy had told you he was sick today, and that was why he wasn’t in. So, naturally, you decided to go and check on him.

You didn’t think anything of it, walking into Matt’s apartment like you did. It was normal for you two. You were best friends, of course you hung out together. But you never expected to see what you did.

“Oh god-Matt?” Your ran over to the couch where Matt was laying, looking worse for wear.

“Y/n,” he hissed, trying to sit up, but it obviously hurt. Acting on instinct, you reached out and helped him sit straight. You looked over his body in shock. Scrapes ran red over his upper body and arms, even his face. Looking around the room, you saw nothing was out of place. Before you could ask him one of the thousand questions running through your mind, he asked you, “What are you doing here?”

“Foggy said, he said you were sick,” you said distractedly, fear for Matt running through your veins. You could not comprehend how he could possibly be so beaten up. He was a blind man, for goodness sake! “Matt, what’s going on?”

He let out a breath, and pat the seat next to him where his feet had been. “I have some things to tell you.”

You sat down with nearly no hesitation, your curiosity, slight fear, and desire to help Matt any way you could taking hold.

“You know in the papers, how they talk about the Devil of Hells Kitchen?”

You nodded, answering with a short, “Yes.”

“Well, I’m ‘Daredevil.’”

There was a long moment of silence. He must have realized you were not going to say anything, and he began to explain himself to you. He told you about his heightened senses. How he felt things differently, how he heard things differently. How he could see without actually seeing.

You took it all in, sitting quietly. And when he was done, with your thoughts running rampant, you stood up. Rifling through the first aid kit on the table, you began to patch him up, slowly but surely.

He didn’t force you to talk, which was a good thing. You didn’t think you could have formed a word. After hearing about what he could do, and about his senses, you thought back to how you acted around him in horror. The loud talking, all your touches and you guiding him everywhere… It must have been an overload of senses for him. You cringed, feeling horrible. Forget about him not telling you he was Daredevil; he should have stopped you from annoying and torturing him.

You cleaned up the last gash on Matt’s arm, and turned to address him. “Okay.” His head turned toward yours in surprise. “You should have told me, I could have helped you.” He went to say something, but you interrupted. “But it’s okay.”

He licked his lips, looking a little wary. “We’re okay?”

You smiled, a little sadly. “Yeah, Matty. We’re okay.”

You left soon after that, feeling a bit numb. Not sure what to think about everything you’d learned, you fell asleep rather quickly in your apartment.

The office the next day wasn’t tense, exactly, but the usually relaxed and friendly atmosphere was gone. Your day was terrible, to say the least. You had no idea how close you and Matt were until now.

You kept your distance from him all day. Sure, you talked. But the simple touches were gone, and you felt like a part of you was missing. You may not have liked this distance, but you’d do anything to make sure he wasn’t in any pain or discomfort-especially from you.

You came back from getting everyone lunch like you usually did, only to find that Foggy and Karen were gone. Biting your lip, you walked into Matt’s office.

“Hey, I brought lunch,” you said, leaving the bag in front of him. You went to leave but Matt jumped up out of his seat.

“Wait, Y/n.”

You turned around to see him walking towards you. You almost reached out and grabbed his arm to help him, but you stopped yourself before you could. It was like second nature to help him, but now you knew he didn’t need your help. You cursed mentally, folding your arms over your chest instead. “Yeah?”

“You’ve been… Off, today,” he said carefully, not wanting you to leave just yet. You didn’t answer right away, so he kept going. “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you my secret. I didn’t want you to be in danger. I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

You blinked. “No, Matt, this isn’t about you being a vigilante, exactly…”

“But if it isn’t, what else could it be?” He sounded frustrated with himself, and you started to feel a little guilty. “I just want to know, Y/n,” he sounded so upset, and the guilt nearly crushed your heart. “What did I do?” He put his glasses on the desk, now looking directly at you with those damned puppy eyes.

You stared back at him. “No, Matt, it’s not that, honestly. I mean, yeah, I wish you’d told me. And I’m going to worry about you…” You trailed off, watching as he struggled to understand.

“Then what is it? You’re acting different. I don’t know… I miss you.”

Closing your eyes, you sighed in frustration. Your eyes started to sting. “Honestly, Matt? I’m just-I’m probably so annoying to you, and I don’t know why you didn’t say anything to me. I don’t know why you didn’t stop me from basically torturing you. You didn’t tell me-you didn’t need help, I mean, all those times…” You trailed off, looking down at the floor and wringing your hands.

A look of understanding and disbelief crossed Matt’s face. “That’s what it is? About my senses? You’re not annoying, Y/n. Not at all.” He reached out for your hands and held them tight. “You’re anything but annoying,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re funny, you’re kind, and you keep me grounded. There’s so much noise,” he gestured around his head, “and if you’re here… You help me to focus. You’re not annoying, I need you. If anything, you help keep me sane.”

Blinking, you wiped your eyes and let out a small laugh. “Really?” You needed to hear it again, you didn’t believe it.

Matt smiled softly. “Really.”

Smiling back, you reached up and grabbed his face in your hands, pinching his cheek and making him laugh loudly. It was a beautiful sound that you didn’t know you had missed. “Are we okay?”

He kissed your cheek softly in return, making you blush. “We’re more than okay. Promise.”

You stared at him in awe. “You know, Matt, your senses may be good, but you missed.”

He looked confused for half a second, before you brought his head down to yours, sealing his promise with a kiss.

anonymous asked:

Wait if u have a lot of fics you want to read do u think u could rec some? I'm lost for what voltron fics to read and I want to start somewhere (I'm good for every ship but shidge honestly) thanks in advance!

*claps hands together*

OKAY LISTEN UP

A large portion of it is gonna be Klance cause i haven’t really found any other ones that I thought were interesting. Even being a multishipper, you still can’t find good ones of other ships besides the most popular ;w;

I’m also gonna give you the ones I have read cause I don’t wanna give you a fic rec and have you go in blindly not knowing what to expect from one of the fics.

Chances are this is gonna get long so imma cut it right here

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God look at that quality header. Graphic design is my passion.

Intro:

Skam is BACK and this time I get to watch from the first clip! Fandom has been in uproar and I have so many feelings and opinions I’ve been coming apart at the seams. A lot of polarising opinions, questions, concerns, outrage. Not to mention the totally anticipated yet still alarming racism and islamophobia considering our main is a POC Muslim girl this time around.

So I thought I’d take the time to collate all my thoughts and feelings into a daily/weekly breakdown for each episode! I try to be as subjective and clear headed as possible while watching this show and take in the messages, lessons and information Julie Andem et al are providing. Forgive me if I happen to project a little or get wild in my enthusiasm as a muslim growing up europe this season is so #relatable I’ve been shook since the second we got the trailer and still in a state of disbelief that this is actually happening. So as someone very invested I thought why not share my two cents with the class.


Disclaimer: Everything here is my personal thoughts and opinions. They do not represent the views of all Muslims or POC. It’s just my own take on the show.


Im gonna try doing this Day by Day depending on the lengths ( this gets wordy I don’t shut up I’m Sorry)

Breakdown 1 >> Next

Monday 10.04.17 1:28

Okay here we are the famous opening scene. In true Skam fashion we see Sana on the train watching the streets of what i assume is Oslo go by, intersped with images relevant to the main themes of this season. Trump, images of war in what could be syria or palestine ( don’t quote me on that I honestly couldn’t tell you which), the hijabi mascot of the women’s march, the french beach hijabi lady indcedent, images of the army and missiles firing. Right off the bat they ain’t fucking around.

The street ad of two women in bikini’s which Robyn sings “All of these girls a mess I’ve seen it all before I’m not impressed” Sana watches all of this impassively, dare I say haughty even. That is until she finds herself staring at a bunch of dudebros have an ab contest in the street. Sana is human and she stares. Robyn insists “None of them make me feel anything” in direct conflict with what we see cause Sana’s expression is intrigued, appreciative even, shes smirking. That is until she startled out of it by the Azaan for Zuhr going off on her phone.

Hello Relatable AF moment #1 ( honestly why am I counting there’s already a million)

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They don’t get the attic dibs together.

They were so sure that they would.

Neither of them even batted an eyelid when Lardo gave Ford her dibs, agreeing that having a manager in the Haus was a great idea.

They were both ready to share the attic, had been making more of an effort with each other when they realised it might happen.

And once Nursey and Dex did, they realised they had so much more in common than they expected. Maybe sharing the attic would even be fun.

*

But they don’t get the attic dibs together.

Nursey gets them from Ransom and Holster, and he stares at them in disbelief.

“So, the Haus will be me, Ford, Bitty, and Chowder?” he clarifies before accepting.

“Yep.” Ransom says “It gets loud, and hectic, but you’ll love it man”

“Its way more fun than dorms. More like family in a way.” Holster says.

“So,” Ransom says, holding out his left hand for Nursey to shake, “Do you accept these dibs?”

Nureey nods and shakes his hand. As he does, he can’t help wondering how Dex is going to take this news, and where he’s going to stay next year.

*

Dex hears about it an hour later, when he comes back from class. Chowder is excitedly telling Nursey about how great it’ll be being Hausmates. But he shuts up when he sees Dex is there, and he and Nursey look almost guilty.

It takes a moment but he puts two and two together and realises whats happened while he was retaking a class he did last semester.

“So you got dibs?” Dex asks Nursey casually “Nice one man.”

Nursey nods, and Dex goes to see if Bitty had baked any cherry pie.

*

Nursey finishes moving his stuff into the attic, and looks around. The room is huge, and he can’t imagine having all that space after 2 years sharing a dorm.

He’s glad to be out of the dorms, but he wishes it was with Dex. He’d been looking forward to late night conversations in the attic, waking up for practice together, integrating each other’s morning routines into their own. Sharing a desk, and wardrobe, and the bunk beds for 2 years.

Instead, here he was. In a big empty room. Alone.

Just like at home.

*

Dex had left the job of looking for a dorm room later than usual, he’d been so sure he would be sharing the attic with Nursey. And now he was in a room far from the centre of campus, living next to some freshmen who spent all their time arguing. Loudly.

He’d been so sure he was going to he sharing the attic with Nursey. He’d started looking forward to seeing him almost all the time, helping him stay organized, while he helped Dex stay calm. Walking to and from practice and classes together, randomly running to the Murder stop n shop at 11pm for a junk food run, chirping each other’s music taste.

But now he was in a small bed, under a cheap blanket, listening to people arguing over everything.

Just like home.

*

“So, how are you liking the attic?” Dex asked Nursey as they walked to Annies. They were tired after their first practice of the season, and decided coffee would help.

“Good. Its good.” Nursey lied. It was not good at all. It was cold, and quiet, and lonely. “How’s the dorm?”

“Yeah, good” Dex lied. It was too dark, too empty, and too noisy for him to sleep much so far. “Better than expected.” he continued, as they joined the queue for coffee.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Dex said, not able to look at Nursey as he lied again.

They were silent as they decided on orders, and when they sat down, conversation moved to discussing their summers.

It wasn’t until they were leaving Nursey said what he’d been planning to say all morning:

“You know….you could always sleep over in the attic sometime. If you wanted.”

“I could?” Dex asked in surprise. The idea hadn’t occurred to him

“Well yeah. I mean, there is an extra bed so. You could if you wanted.” Nursey explained.

“Yeah. I think that might be nice.” Dex said, and Nursey smiled at him.

“Cool. But if you are, you have to take the bottom bunk.” Nursey said.

“And let your clumsy ass on the top? You’ll fall off in ten seconds flat!” Dex chirped with a grin.

“My room, my rules!” Nursey laughed, and Dex laughed with him.

Maybe they weren’t living together, but this was a good second best.

*

Dex ends up sleeping at the attic more than he expected. Not that he or Nursey mind that. They have fun together, and don’t argue about room because most of Dex’s stuff is in his dorm. Dex sleeps over once a week if he can, and they talk about anything and everything, before stealing the last of the pie at 2am, and sharing it quietly.

Its fun, and once they start dating, Dex stays over more, so they can have cheap dates, by watching movies in the attic, getting food delivered, or even working on their own projects in companionable silence.