they comfort me when i need it

3x13 Eye of Jamie The Tiger, I mean, the Storm. Aka Hildegarde Mother of all Season 3 episodes

This episode was great, it has it all: intrigue, angts, passion, action, fear, special effects, tender moments, relief, music and visuals. The whole package so congrats Matt B on such a wonderful job. I’m a big fan of time lapses and mixing beginning and end and having it go full circle so I loved the framework of this episode. I’m only the more jealous of folks not having read the books so they didn’t really know what was happening and were finding out along the way. I really missed that feeling but that’s on me, book reader. 
As I often do in my recaps I’m just gonna point out a few things that caught my attention or I consider worth mentioning. 

Faith Music

As some of you have mentioned already the use of the music for this opening scene and the drowing reminiscing of the time Claire was about to die when she lost Faith is fucking brilliant. It gave me chills and put me in the mood. So much so that I was thrown back in time watching her carriage ride to Geilis’ house as if she was on her way to stop a duel. 

“I was pregnant, I am the mother of the 200 year old baby, my Brianna, here, take a good look at her”… for the love of god shut up woman!!

I love Claire. I love my Claire very much and never, in all the episodes before have ever felt she needed to shut up. Until today that is. I finally understand what Cait means when she says Claire needs to shut up. Lotte plays an amazing Geillis, so crazy in a normal short of way. 

The blending of the rituals

This was so nicely done. Spectacular in the way box visuals and music were mixed too. You can actually feel Claire’s fear understanding she may be near a portal with the humming and the ritual taking place. She’s afraid it’s gonna take her away from Jamie once again.

Margaret and Yi Tien Cho

We saw it comming yet we are all Jamie and Claire here: 

“We lost Faith. We will not lose Brianna” 

This right here. I’m here for this. Honestly, all of it. The words, the promise, the connection, the tender touch and the kiss. Give me plenty of this please. 

Satisfaction level: killing Sandringham

Our Jamie is back!!!

The poor woman is clearly in shock and not only does he notice it but goes comfort her imediately, unlike 3x07 when she killed the mente dude and he was like I gotta things to do. I mean THIS is what Jamie would do, and in fact does. He always puts her first so it was such a relief to see it again. 

We need a new temperature scale

I’m confused…wasn’t water for shaving supposed to be lukewarm? And aren’t you supposed to take your turtle soup warm? Why were them both boiling here???!!! Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ and all the saints in the hotness sexy Jamie and Claire book. I think this is one of their hottest scenes ever, and without showing too much, just suggesting and talking. Oh my, that was some hot hot talk. Jamie, such a tiger and Claire so much up for it. The looks she was giving him already from the bed…smoking hot all of it. Who would’ve told, from “Said I was a virgin, no a monk” to this dirty talk, neck licking and butt fondling, our boy is such a grown up!!! Plus the nose game has been pretty strong this season and the tongue is back. We can’t ask for more. God bless the lighting in that set room. 

BONUS: Couple goals, mutual caressing in the afterglow.

The storm and the calm after

I gotta say I really appreciate all the special effects creating that strom and the huge waves at sea, it was all very belivable in my humble opinion. And scary too. Put me already in the perfect mood to buy Jamie panicking at losing sight of Claire. 

The sequence of perfection

I’m still stunned at the whole thing. I wasn’t expecting something like this and I was blown away while watching it. I can’t really describe what is it that makes it so visually perfect while moving at the same time. It may be the setting the acting the music, all of it. The whole thing feels like a dance underwater worth it of olympic medals, the timing of the movements bleding with me music like a coreograph. I honestly don’t remember seeing anything like it and being so emotionally struck since Titanic. I kid you not. 

I need a moment to compose myself right now cause watching this scene again is making me so emotional. What better way than to laugh a bit considering this right here is where I think Sam used all his force and literally pushed Cait into that log hence her nose injury.

Breaking down again

Sam was brilliant in this scene. The way he is taking his breaths and his voice breaks when he says “damn you sassenach!” kills me. Again I envy those not knowing what was gonna happen, if she was gonna make it or not cause I only can imagine their anguish at seeing Jamie like this fearing he had really lost her. 

Titanic again. Have I mentioned it’s my favorite movie?? Or that I loved very much too the original transition from the eye of the storm to the beach swirl??

Jamie, from saying goodbye to a new beginning

Wow we were actually seeing that. He was freaking kissing her goodbye *goes bawl* And then we go from watching him kiss her farewell to get her back but mourn the Arthemis, only to hear there are survivors and they are in America to start a new life. All that in like 3 minutes. What a journey and I can’t wait for more. 

Thank you for this amazing episode. That’s all.

anonymous asked:

How would the paladins + Matt, Coran, and Allura react to their female s/o gently easing their hair back and quietly singing them to sleep? (Bless their hearts they all need this tbh)

Mod Mikey was doing this to me last night and I fell asleep so hard.

-Mod Lou


- I feel like he would also do this to you sometimes, if you were stressed or had a hard time sleeping.

- So he really appreciates when you return the favour.

- I think it would be one of those quiet, intimate things you did as a couple. Reveling in just being close to one another.

- And your soft, smooth voice gives him a lot of comfort, because wow, you’re here with him, and it’s just the two of you. Plus the gentle feeling of your fingers carding through his hair.

- He’d fall asleep in no time, and together you’d take a nice long nap.


- He lives for this little show of affection. He’s a very touchy-feely person when it comes to his S/O.

- He adores the sound of your sweet soprano, that you only show to him. It reminds him that he’s loved and trusted.

- He’d snuggle so hard into your lap, and if he knows what song you’re singing, he might even hum along.

- 10/10 times, it turns into a cuddlefest, and you both become a pile of limbs and bodies and love.


- My poor stressed son.

- It’s no secret that he’s dealing with a whole lot of PTSD. Who wouldn’t be, after going through what he has?

- So it will take a lot more than some cuddles and a song to help him in the long run.

- But right now, in this very moment? He’s grateful for you.

- Yes, it will take more than a hug to help him recover. But with you, he doesn’t have to put up a front. He doesn’t have to stay strong for the team. In private with you, he can be vulnerable and anxious and sad, without fear of the team falling apart.

- And when you sing to him, a kind little lullaby, he feels loved.

- He might not fall asleep, but your affections definitely help ease his worries.


- He’s not an outwardly affectionate person. Like, he feels a lot, but he does a really good job of keeping it hidden.

- I think this would sometimes also be the case in your relationship, even if you’re in private. He’s spent so much time keeping his feelings at bay, it will be hard for him to unlearn that habit.

- But then you come to his room one night, and gently ease his head into your lap. You fiddle with his hair, and draw aimless patterns on his scalp.

- He turns into a bit of a cat. His breathing slows down, and he shuts his eyes.

- And once you start singing, you can actually feel the tension melt out of his body. This poor boy is so touch starved. It makes you sad, that he’s been alone for so long.

- These types of cuddles don’t happen too often, but you both really love it when you get to be so close to each other.


- “Pidge, come here?”

- “I’m right in the middle of working Y/N. Ten minutes?”

- This would go on for about half an hour, until you walk over to her and coax her away from the computers.

- “But I really need to finish-”


- You very gently wrestle her into your lap, smoothing your fingertips over her hair (which is ridiculously soft, btw).

- This poor kid overworks herself. Between training, and battles, and searching for her dad and brother…

-She just really needs a few moments to relax.

- “Look, I really appreciate what you’re trying to do Y/N, but I need to keep working. The longer I’m away from the computer, the more likely I am to miss any signals from Matt or my dad.”

- You quietly hush her, and promise that the computer will alert her if anything happens. “You need to take a breather, love. Otherwise you’ll have grey hair by the time you’re eighteen.”

- She tries to spew facts at you, which honestly makes you smile. What a stubborn dork.

- So you pull out the Big Guns.

-AKA, you start singing.

- And Pidge finally relents and stops trying to get back to work. You know she loves your voice, and she knows that you know.

- Once you manage to get this stubborn girl to settle down and take some time off, she gets really blushy and pliant. You keep singing to her until she falls asleep, upon which time you curl up around her and bury your face in her hair.


-Back in your garrison days, Matt lived for the hair pats and songs.

-You’d be in the middle of studying, when he’d burst into your dorm, remove your work from your lap, and plop down nearly on top of you.

-When you sang to him during these times, you’d usually have to stop every few moments to giggle at what a dorky and adorable boyfriend you have.

-Nowadays though, your lives are significantly more stressful. You have the weight of the entire universe resting on your shoulders.

-And sure, none of you have to bear that weight alone, but it still takes its toll.

-So sometimes, when you can tell he’s particularly wound up, you guide him to you lap and you sing him a few songs. It would be enough to get him to mellow out, and the closeness you shared would be therapeutic for both of you.


-She appreciates how much you try.

-She’s very good at being levelheaded, and approaching situations from a rational standpoint.

-But there are times when she feels so utterly alone. She’s lost everything, and now she has uncountable numbers of people looking up to her and the team she leads.

-She deeply enjoys the times when it’s just the two of you in each other’s presence. The way you treat her so kindly as you pet her hair and sing gentle songs from your planet…it makes her feel loved and at peace.


-Someone love this man immediately.

-He spends all his time making sure everyone else is alright, and that things are running smoothly, I doubt he has much time for himself. If any.

-Then one day when no one’s around and he’s frazzled because the castleship has a snag somewhere in its system, you pull him into a hug and tell him to come lay down with you.

-You dim the lights of your room and manoeuvre his head into your lap. You softly stroke his temples and scritch at the roots of his hair.

-He’s utterly in love.

-With your sweet song in his ears, he relaxes entirely and lets you take care of him.

-It’s a welcome break from the hectic life you all lead.

The entitlement of Olicity fans is ridiculous.

First of all hiding behind “feminism” to justify your anger at Iris rightfully shading Oliver and Felicity because they not only made a scene at her rehearsal dinner but interrupted her wedding and got a gift that wasn’t even on the registry pretty much tells me all I need to know about them. They’re nothing but white feminists only comfortable when friendships are one sided benefiting their favorite white girl. It’s glaringly obvious their uncomfortable with Iris a WoC but especially a Black woman voicing her own damn opinion on her own show if it means Felicity’s actions are actually frowned upon. Iris does not exist to prop Felicity Smoak. This is not Arrow. Iris is the leading lady of The Flash. Guggie might have tried to downplay her during the crossover (look how badly the audience and media reacted to that lol) but her show wasn’t having that. I’m happy the narrative made it abundantly clear what Olicity did was fucked up. Hopefully the show makes it right later on in the season. Meanwhile let’s keep Westallen away from Oliver and Felicity. With friends like them, who needs enemies?

thank you!

I can’t believe it’s already been exactly two years today since I started posting to this blog. It’s been an absolutely wild ride, I’ve made amazing friends, some of whom I have been lucky to spend time with, and hope to make many more. I can’t explain how many times I thought I would retire the blog or that it was a short term thing, which I started when I was lonely and shattered after a very complicated breakup. But in truth, I can’t imagine ever not being here. This fandom has given me an immense sense of comfort and purpose, and it’s the first place I turn when I need those things. Thank you everyone who has followed along and been so lovely with advice and just being there for chats and laughs. It’s really the most magical fandom, even when it’s bloody quiet, it’s always a light in the dark. x

I want to go home.

I was finally well enough to go to school, for the first time in three weeks and. My best and most loved comfort stuffie? brought her with me. I left the room with teacher permission to get a book I needed from the library. When I came back her nose was gone. I’ve had her since I was eight. 

I want to go home.

Javier Peña x Reader

You felt your hair being brushed behind your ear, and a warm hand on the back of your neck. When you opened your eyes you realised that your head was resting on your folded arms, on top of a stack of papers on your desk. You blinked and looked up, and realised Javier was looking down at you, his hip against your desk.

“Go home, Y/N. As pretty as you are when you’re sleeping I’d rather you do it somewhere comfortable.”

You sat up and stretched, pushing back against the weight of Javier’s hand on your neck. His thumb stroked circles just under your ear, and you realised the office was empty - he wouldn’t have been so blatant with his affection if any of your co-workers could see.

You rubbed your eyes, and then covered his hand with your own. “I’m fine, Javi, I promise. These phone call transcripts were making me go cross-eyed. I need to finish them before we meet with Carillo in the morning, and I don’t want to miss anything important.”

“Then let me help.”

You squeezed his hip, and the intimate gesture felt odd outside of the confines of either of your apartments. But secrecy was the key to saving both your careers - particularly yours, as a woman in a man’s world. You smiled up at him, because when he wasn’t being an asshole to everyone else (which you adored about him, really, and you tried not to think too hard about what that particular kink meant) he could be as sweet as a kitten with you. “You have enough paperwork of your own to catch up on, Javi. An hour or two and I’ll be done. Then you can take me home and help me de-stress.”

His dark eyes lit up with the dangerous sparkle you were beginning to love. “Deal.”

He leaned in and kissed you softly, hand still holding your neck firmly, and you couldn’t help but dig your nails into his hip - your body was used to your kisses leading somewhere that you definitely couldn’t go right now in the office. You melted when Javi pulled away and nuzzled his lips to your ear, and said the words you were longing to hear:

“I’ll get us some coffee.”

You smiled as you watched him walk away, and let yourself briefly imagine a time when you could have some sort of normal romantic relationship, before turning back to your stack of transcripts.

Fishcanon 2: Smoochin’ Mipha and general love stuff

Disclaimer: I haven’t played Champions Ballad yet so this is the personality I gathered from her few cutscenes.

  • NERVOUS is the only word that can describe her, and you for the matter
  • But wowie are ya’ll cute like wtf
  • You’ll definitely need to be the lead 
    • because she either 
      • 1. lets nerves overcome her
      • 2. is a little awkward cutie pie
  • “Have you never kissed anyone, Mipha?” 
    • “What? No, no. I have.” She laughs, “I’m just a little shaken, you know me.” 
    • “You don’t have to be! It’s just me here.” 
  • VERY gentle and loving
    • 100% into caressing your face 
  • She likes giving you kisses on the cheek, quick pecks when nobody is looking 
  • Once she gets comfortable she is SUPER affectionate, in her own shy way
    • linking fingers
    • stolen glances
    • her resting against you
    • holding your arm/hand
  • OH, but if you kiss her without warning you better be ready because she will blush so much 
    • He will explode and that is not okay 
    • But you know sure as hell he will be following ya’ll around all day, every day, because he wants to know what you’re up to at all times 
    • He is your number 1 fan

Request:  headcanons for kissing a fish pt. 2: smooching mipha? Pls? i love ur blog

Lucas Sinclair S2 Appreciation Post
  • Is the only one who actually works to get money for Dragon’s Lair
  • Fact: has the best poses when the boys are getting their pictures taken in their ghostbuster costumes
  • Calls out Mike for assuming he should be Winston because he’s black
  • “TooOOotALY toooobuuularrRRR”
  • When Dustin thinks he’s discovered a new species, Lucas’s first instinct is to show Mr. Clarke + when Will thinks it may be from the upside down Lucas suggests they take D’art to Hopper = the only sensible child in this show. Don’t be afraid to ask for help kids!!!
  • THE ICONIC DOOR KICK !!!!!!! !!!!!!1111!!!!!!!!11!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • Somehow makes jumping out of a dumpster look cool
  • Oh man, Caleb McLaughlin’s acting when he asks Max “how do you know about El?”
  • In that one line he conveys how much Lucas: 1. misses El, 2. cares about El, 3. wants to protect El, 4. is sad that El’s gone, and 5. feels guilty for not saving El. (asdjskafsdfh am I reading too much into this?? I’m sorry his friendship with El is just A Lot™ for me.)
  • Goes to his dad for love advice (seriously the only one that has any faith in adults) and listens to him (thank god there’s at least one healthy biological father-son relationship on this show)
  • After he tells Max about Eleven, he says, it feels “like yesterday” that they lost her. (Seriously FIGHT ME if you think El disappearing didn’t affect Lucas (or Dustin!))
  • Is such a good listener when talking to Max on the roof of the bus. He lets her pause as long as she needs to when she’s thinking about what she wants to say and when she finishes speaking, he doesn’t say anything right away because he’s processing what she said and wants to give a thoughtful, comforting response instead of saying the first thing that comes to mind.
  • Binoculars
  • Bandana
  • Wrist rocket
  • Most characters are lucky to get one (1) iconic accessory. This boy has THREE.
  • He also puts the black paint gunk stuff (i dont fucking know what it’s called ok??) under his eyes because when he’s gearing up to fight upside down monsters he commits to the Look™.
  • Anyone who kicks Billy Hargrove in the balls is a hero to me
  • Doesn’t let anyone talk shit about his girlfriend’s driving skills. Mike: she’s only driven in a parking lot. Lucas: “That counts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!!!11!!!”
  • Practices asking Max to dance. so. many. times.
  • Still manages to fuck it up. #RelatableAF.
  • His hesitation to put his hands on Max’s waist. Someone help this boy, he’s so nervous.
  • His face after Max kisses him is so precious. I can’t even describe it. Gifs don’t do it justice. Just go back and watch the whole snow ball scene again, you know you want to anyway.
  • In conclusion, Lucas Sinclair continued to be a icon in season 2 and idk how anyone couldn’t love him.

dragon age: inquisition  josephine montilyet/ayla lavellan

she says that people stare, cause we look so good together

anonymous asked:

do you have an idea of a checklist for learning how to create digital art? like i know practice is essential, but i don't really know where to start or where to go from there. thanks so much xox

I think I can toss some stuff out here that might be of use.  Assuming an artist learning digital art starts from the beginning–owning a tablet & drawing program but not knowing how to use them–here’s an inconveniently long list of stuff that could help them.

TL;DR: 1, mess around till you’re used to drawing digitally. 2, study and create ad infinitum. 3, a bunch of tips that are pretty hard to TLDR so you should probably just go over em.  Step 2 is basically what you asked me NOT to tell you (“practice”!), but unfortunately it’s all I know how to do :,(

1) If you own a tablet that you plug into your computer (i.e., you don’t draw directly on the screen), feel free to spend a few weeks or even a month+ just getting used to it.  When you first start out, it’s really freaky drawing in one place and seeing things appear somewhere else, but trust me in that you won’t even notice the disconnect after a few months of consistent digital drawing.  I’ve been painting digitally for about 2 years now, and it’s actually slightly easier for me to draw digitally than traditionally.  [If you have a cintiq, or you use an iPad with Procreate, or something similar, then you probably don’t have to spend as much time in step 1.]

Keep in mind that it doesn’t matter how good you were with traditional drawing when you start digital; the mental disconnect you have will make it very difficult to think about proportions, values, edges, colors, etc.  You’ll probably notice yourself making mistakes that you wouldn’t normally make on paper.  Don’t worry about them, just keep drawing as you usually would.  Digital you will catch up to traditional you in time.  

For now, get used to blending colors, drawing somewhat steady lines that go in the correct direction, and fooling around with brushes and brush settings.  If you come across a brush that you like (easy to work with + pleasing results), it may help to stick with it as you continue to learn.  Digital doodles and sketches are good for this stage; though try to keep doing traditional work so your base art skills don’t atrophy.  

If you’re just starting out with Photoshop or Sai or Krita or whatever software you’re using, you’re gonna be intimidated by all the funky buttons and settings that you first see.  If it makes you feel any better, I use maybe 0.1% of the tools that Photoshop offers me.  When you start, all you need to worry about is the brush tool and control-z, maybe the eraser too.

2) Do studies as well as pieces from imagination.  You can move into step 2 as early as you please; you don’t have to wait until you think you’ve become “skillful” at digital drawing (in fact, this step is what will probably help you become the most comfortable with digital).  It’s alright if your colors are icky looking and your values are off (tip, occasionally turn the saturation of your drawing to 0 to check the values), because as long as you keep studying reality and appealing art & continually learn from your mistakes, you’ll get better. 

Always remember to study or at least appreciate the qualities of art you enjoy.  It’s the same thing that people always tell writers–you have to read a lot to write well.  You probably shouldn’t shield yourself from the influence of other artists; while you may think that this action would help you develop artistically in the manner most true to yourself, in reality the vast majority of the process of learning art will be honing in on what you find visually pleasant so that you may, in turn, express your artistic taste in your work.  If you look at other people’s art, you can pick out tiny aspects of it that you like and incorporate that into your style.  It’s a bit trickier to build a style without the “help” of other artists, though you can always turn to nature for help. On that note, I also recommend referencing nature as much as you can, because we as human beings are sort of wired to find natural designs, colors, and structures beautiful.  Look at nature for the universally beautiful, and look at art for the subjectively beautiful (i.e., enjoyed uniquely by you).

If you find yourself getting burnt out pretty quickly, then just paint/draw simple and small things for period of half an hour to 1 ½ hours a day (and switch back to traditional).  You can spend this time mapping out proportions, creating thumbnails of values/colors, drawing linework, or whatever.  Add complexity to your pieces as the months go by, and if you already have a decent foundation in drawing aim to create somewhat finished pieces after maybe four months to a year.  Please note that the second part of that sentence was something I completely made up out of my head, because I’m trying to quantify pretty unquantifiable concepts such as a “decent foundation in drawing” and a “somewhat finished” piece of art.  If you find it unrealistic, or just too easy of a goal, disregard it entirely.  It can take you half a decade to learn to make finished digital art, or you can get it down in a couple months.

3) Fun fact, there’s not really a step 3 as you stay in 2 forever, always studying and creating.  But there’s a few other things about digital art that you ought to know, so here they are:

• If your computer doesn’t make a fuss about it, I’d recommend working on a decently large canvas (at least 3000 by 3000; I personally prefer 6000 by 6000). You’ll get less defined edges and colors if you go below 1000 by 1000, from my experience.

• If you have a tablet with pressure sensitivity (you probably should otherwise digital painting is kinda hellish), go to your brush settings and set ‘transfer’ to ‘pen pressure.’  This is what makes it possible to blend.  

• If you’re having trouble matching colors while studying, you can always color pick the ref (in photoshop: bring the pic into PS and use the eye dropper tool) and compare its colors to your colors.  Some people add too much red to their skin tones, some people draw their highlights with overly desaturated colors, some people make trees and grass in their landscapes too green; whatever the case, take note of and correct errors that you consistently make.  

• Get used to using the transform/warp/liquify tools (liquify is technically a filter but you get what I mean).  They’re lifesavers for fixing proportion mistakes that you’ve only noticed 8 hours into a piece. 

• Give layers a shot.  I only work on one layer, but I’ve heard from people who divide their piece up into multiple layers that they’re damn useful (until you draw on the wrong one). 

• Flip your canvas horizontally every once in a while to make sure stuff hasn’t gone awry. 

• Screw around with color modes; they can do some really fancy things that are difficult to duplicate with normal digital painting, let alone traditional.  On the topic of colors, don’t be afraid to use somewhat desaturated colors (near the center of the color picker square in PS). There are some very aesthetically pleasing color combinations that you can make out of somewhat dulled colors.

• If you’re using PS, bind ‘step backward’ to control Z, not ‘undo.’  This is under keyboard shortcuts.  Set up a bunch of shortcuts that are the most convenient for you–personally, I only keep my left hand near the lower left region of my keyboard (my right hand is away from the keyboard and off to the right, drawing on the tablet), so I have all of my necessary shortcuts in that area.

This was a bit longer than I expected, but I figure that someone out there can get something out of it.  Cheers to you, if you do.

anonymous asked:

Hi! What secrets of Adulting have you managed to pick up? How do you adult I am a year older than you (I think) but I still can't convince myself not to eat ice cream for breakfast or find a job that will pay me a living wage, like even my cat judges me. Your cat seems cool? Help! Also I too am drunk, thanks autocorrect!,

OH GOD I DON’T KNOW. I’m not very good at adulting in private–I haven’t cleaned a single thing in my house (dishes, laundry, floors, w/e) in a terrifyingly long time, and I had french fries and gin for “dinner” (it was at happy hour, I ate at happy hour.) 

I CAN convincingly portray an adult to the outside world, however. Here are my tricks, such as they are: 

-Adulthood is a performance, so work on your stagecraft. Get some make up that suits you, and learn to quickly apply it with a minimum of fuss. If you can afford it, have the nice people at Sephora match a foundation and a cover up to your skin. That plus some basic eyeliner gets people who are younger than you to believe you are a Put Together Grown Up, and people who are older than you to believe you are a Responsible Young Person. It’s sexism at work, but it makes a difference. I think people interpret it as the facial equivalent of having neat handwriting. 

-If you’re gonna be a lazy and self-sabotaging asshole, figure out how to do that without getting in your own way (too much.) I am the LAZIEST ASSHOLE, and I make my life far more complicated and disgusting than it needs to be as a direct result of that–but I let myself fuck things up in private. I fuck things up for myself, not for other people. It sucks for ME if my kitchen is filthy. My work, however, gets done on time. Prioritize your laziness. I can’t not do my work because I want to lie on the couch and watch Jane the Virgin. I CAN refuse to do my dishes because I want to lie on the couch and watch Jane the Virgin. Decide what nonessential system you’re gonna sabotage, and deliberately sabotage that instead of waiting around to see if this time you’re gonna fuck up the life support. (This is obviously a stopgap for if you absolutely, pathologically, for some reason, NEED to be a lazy, self-sabotaging asshole. as I apparently do. If you have the option of NOT being a lazy, self-sabotaging asshole, DO THAT INSTEAD.) 

-in a related story, the only time I have consistently had a clean and comfortable living situation was when I lived with someone else, and therefore being a lazy asshole at home would fuck things up for more than just me. If shame motivates you, FINE. USE IT. 

-Smile at people and say hello. People like it when you smile at them and say hello. If you can remember their name, say their name. I do not have this instinct even a LITTLE–I have deliberately trained myself to do it in professional contexts. I think it helps. 

-Faking it IS making it. The other day I was like “UGH, IT IS GOING TO BE SO CLEAR THAT I’M A LAZY IDIOT WHO DOESN’T CARE ABOUT [THING] IN THIS MEETING, AND EVERYONE WILL DESPISE ME AND SEE ME FOR THE FRAUD I AM,” and then I was like “HOW CAN I GIVE A CONVINCING PERFORMANCE OF A PERSON WHO RADIATES WARMTH, EFFICIENCY, AND EXPERTISE DURING THIS MEETING?”, and then I googled a couple things and jotted down some notes and considered a couple things, and by the time the meeting came around I was not just giving an effective performance of a person who was prepared, I was ACTUALLY prepared. 

-People tend to think your life is together if your outfits are together. This is also sexism. It still works. Do your best to make sure your outfits are clean and neat. Doesn’t mean they have to be boring. Just clean and neat. My apartment is in a SHAMBLES atm, but I leave the house dressed for the part of Responsible Adult. 

i have no idea if any of this will help, but it’s what I got. You have a cat, and cats are good, although they are also sometimes judgmental! It’s okay for your cat to know you are a mess. It’s okay for YOU to believe you’re a mess. Just try and put on a convincing show for other people. 

Prompts List

List of prompts that can be requested (w/ or w/o a requested person/character) - [most of these are prompts I found on pinterest in the writing prompts tag - will be adding prompts continuously] - Also, when requesting please take this into consideration:

1. “I apologise in advance for the inconvenience my murder is going to have on your life.”

2. “I hate you.”
“Why? I’m lovely.”

3. “Murder wasn’t on today’s agenda.”
“It’s not on anyone’s.”
“No, it’s on mine, just not until next Thursday.”

4. “Hold on, you died.”
“Yeah, well it didn’t stick.”

5. “This is my life now. I have climbed this hill and now I will die upon it.”
“Shut up. We’ve only been hiking for twenty minutes.”

6. “She’s crying, what do I do?”
“Go comfort her.”
“How do I do that?”
“Start with hugs.”
“With what?”

7. “What’s our exit strategy?”
“Our what?”
“Oh my god, we’re all going to die.”

8. “I’m going to need chicken blood, salt, five candles, and a bottle of vodka.” “Vodka? For the spell?”
“No, that’s just to make me feel better about ripping a hole in the universe.”

9. “Are you clinically insane or incredibly annoying?”
“I don’t know, probably both.”

10. “I saved your lives.”
“How? By stealing our freedom? Our minds? Our identity?”

11. “It takes a very special kind of idiot to pull off what you just did.”

12. “I’m getting really tired of pretending I’m not evil.”

13. “Did you just agree with me?”
“Oh I wish I could take-”
“Nope! You said it! No take-backs!”

14. “It’s a long story.”
“You conned me into thinking you were dead for eleven months. I have time.”

15. “I regret a lot of things. Having this conversation tops the list.”

16. “I had a thought.”
“Oh no.”
“I swear it’s a good one this time!’

17. “FBI, open the door!”
“No. It’s cooler when you break in.”

18. “Do you think they remember you?”
“I sure hope not after what I did the last time I was here.”
“What did you do?”
“You’ll find out.”

19. “You look…”
“Beautiful, I know. Can we move on?”

20. “You scared me!”
“Well, I am naturally terrifying.”

21. “I’d agree with you, but then we’d both be wrong.”

22. “I’d take a bullet for you, you know that.”
“You’re immortal, and I’m going to kill you if you keep saying that.”

23. “You really have no clue who I am?”
“You’d think the confused looks and blank stare would have answered that for you.”

24. “I am way too sober for this.”

25. “You don’t strike me as a professional criminal.”
“That’s what makes me so good at it.”

26. “I don’t think of you as a protector. More like a distraction.”

27. “We have five people trying to kill us right now, what are we supposed to do?”
“Actually, it’s more like eight.”
“Oh, sorry I wasn’t specific enough!”

28. “If you could even comprehend where I’ve come from, you would be terrified of me.”

29. “I saved your life!”
“You pushed me off a building.”

30. “You know we’re not all born with the ability to throw fireballs, right?”

31. “How do we keep getting into these situations?”
“Eleven years of friendship and I still don’t know.”

32. “Did you hear that scream?”
“Yes, I’m the one who screamed.”

33. “Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?”
“What if I just break his nose a little?”

34. “You are remarkably well behaved tonight. What did you do?”

35. “You’re-you’re crushing my spleen.”
“You don’t even know where your spleen is.”

36. “I’m no detective, of course, but I think this dead body might not be alive anymore.”

37. “Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge.”
“Can I pick?”

38. “The real treasure was the memories we made along the way.”
“I almost died!”
“Ah yes, that was my fondest memory.”

39. “I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you!”
“And I’m trying to subtly avoid it!”

40. “Hey, I didn’t kill anyone today!”
“What do you want? A gold star?”

41. “I hate you.”
“Why? I’m lovely.”

42. “On a scale from one to ten, how bad do you think it would be if-”
“At least a twenty.”

43. “Literally everything about this is illegal.”

44. “Seven billion people in the world, and you’re overreacting because we killed one man.”
“Seven. Billion. People. Now quit the complaining and drink your smoothie.”

45. “It’s not my birthday.”
“It’s definitely your birthday.”
“Give me a calendar. It’s not and I will prove it to – oh. Never mind. Happy birthday to me.”

46. “On a scale from one to ten, how bad do you want to kill me right now?”
“I’m hovering somewhere in the high thirties.”

47. “I can fix that.”
“I’m calling a professional.”
“I’m a professional.”
“A more professional, professional.”

48. “What’s the word for that infestation of tiny creatures over there?”
“Those are children. That’s a school.”

49. “I have a concern.”
“Just one?”
“No, but I didn’t think you’d let me speak my piece if I told you how many I actually have.”

50. “Why are you glaring at me?”
“I’m hoping you’ll spontaneously combust.”

51. “If we die, I’m going to spend the rest of our afterlife reminding you that this was all your fault.”
“That’s cool, I wouldn’t mind having company while being a ghost.”

52. “What are you so afraid of?”

53. “What is that THING in your backpack?”
“It’s my new pet dragon.”
“Dragons aren’t real!”
“Then why is there one in my backpack?”

54. “I hate the sight of blood.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t kill for a living.”

55. “All that blood looks good on you. It really brings out your eyes.”

56. “Want to see what kind of trouble we can get into?”
“Oh god, we’re going to die, aren’t we?”
“It’s a Tuesday, I know how to restrain myself.”
“You absolutely do not.”

57. “I don’t give a damn.”
“You give so many damns they’re visible from SPACE.”

58.  “It’ll be easy. You just have to seduce them.”
“You’re kidding, right? I’m about as seductive as a cabbage.”

59. “You’re not as evil as people think you are.”
“No. I’m much worse.”

60. “That’s a terrifyingly accurate drawing of us.”
“It’s almost like I’m good at what I do.”

61. “You have no power over me.”
“You sure about that?”

62. “This isn’t good.”
“How can you tell?”
“See how they’re slowly surrounding us? And they all have guns and knives and I think one guy is carrying a machete?”

63. “He’s right behind me, isn’t he?”
“Actually he’s right in front of you.”

64. “I’m not a thief. I’m just really good at acquiring things that aren’t mine.”

65. “I’m not completely human anymore. Remember that next time you want to punch me in the face.”

66. “Is that blood?”
“That’s not a question you’re supposed to answer with another question.”

67. “I never stood a chance, did I?”
“That’s the sad part – you did once.”

68. “It’s okay, I’m here.”

69. “I’m not going to leave you.”

70. “Everything is okay.”

71. “I’m going to protect you.”

72. “I believe in you.”

73. “Do you feel guilty? Like, at all?”
“I don’t have time to feel guilty. And neither do you.”

74. “Stop that!”
“Stop what?”
“Doing that thing with your face when you’re happy. It’s making me nauseous.”

75. “What are you doing?”
“We’re being held hostage and you decide to raid the kitchen?”
“They didn’t say the fridge was off limits.”

76. “Is that a dead body?”
“It is. I can see it right in front of me.”
“I promise I’ll clean it up before dinner.”

77. “If we’re going to get out of here, we’re going to have to work together. After that, we can go back to killing each other.”
“Oh, fine.”

78. “That’s not funny.”
“I thought it was.”
“You don’t count. You started laughing in the middle of a funeral because you started thinking of a meme you saw on Facebook.”

79. “Do we need wine?”
“No, I need wine, you need to put your pants back on.”
“But life is so freeing without them.”
“Pants. On. Now.”

80. “Can you please go be stupid somewhere that’s away from me?”

81. “I feel like I’m being stabbed.”
“How do you even know what it feels like to be stabbed?”

82. “Will you be quiet?”
“I didn’t say anything!”
“Well stop thinking so loud.”

83. “Did you get my note?”
“Of course I got it. You taped it to my forehead while I was sleeping.”

84. “You’re a psychopath.”
“I prefer creative.”

85. “Why do people keep trying to put this blanket on me?”
“Because you’re in shock.”
“That doesn’t mean I need a blanket. It means I need booze.”

86. “Oh no.”
“What is it? What happened? Who died?”
“I think I just felt an emotion.”
“You have GOT to be kidding me.”

87. “When all this is over, I want my sanity back.”

88. “That’s definitely not true.”
“Of course it is. I read it on Wikipedia.”

89. “You forgot me.”
“It was an accident.”

90. “Why do you keep risking your life? To prove a point?”

91. “I would like to join you in acknowledging the difficulties of your life.”
“You are the WORST at this comfort thing.”

92. “You’ve got to stop doing that.”
“Saying things that make me want to kiss you.”

93. “Look, if you want to conjure some demon spawn from the great beyond, that’s all fine and dandy. Just wait for me to leave before you start.”

94. “Just calm down!”
“My leg just dematerialised and you want me to calm down!?”

95. “You know what they say, panicking burns a shit ton of calories.”
“Who even says that?”
“Me. Just now.”

96. “Don’t mind me, I’ll just be in the corner, having another existential crisis.”

97. “Oh my god, I had the exact same dream!”
“Are you crazy? Of course I didn’t.”

98. “I need to go de-stress.”
“Where are you going?”
“To demolish the living room.”

99. “I think I’m having a feeling. How do I make it stop?”

100. “I’m bitter and complicated. It’s one of my charms.”
“I don’t think you know what that word means. Or how to count.”

101. “I don’t know what the protocol is for revealing your secret identity so, hi? Surprise?”

102. You always think you know what you’d do when faced with the end of the world. Me? I went home and took a nap.

103. “Damn it, why aren’t you obeying the laws of physics?”

104. “I’d hug you right now, but you’re covered in evidence. And I also really don’t want to.”
“Evidence is a really nice euphemism for blood, gore and guts.”
“You’re totally missing the point. Do you know how pissed I am at you right now?”

105.  “This way is more efficient.”
“This way is going to get us killed.”

106. “You’re not my favourite person today.”
“I’m not your favourite person on any day.”

I will hold on to you

@emmagrangergood sent me a prompt 💙 :)

Okay, so I’ll admit, I had my difficulties with this prompt :D (which I’ll put at the end, so you guys can be as oblivious as our boys :D) That’s why it has taken me ridiculously long to get to this ask. I thought of maybe doing something about Auror partners and a fake relationship thing… Maybe I should have gone with that :D Anyway. Another idea hit me when I was listening to Taylor Swift’s new album on repeat ever since she released it and there’s this song and I love it so, so much and so… yeah… here we go :D

It’s also on AO3 :)

He didn’t want to move. There was so much pain. Pain everywhere. His arms, his legs, even his toes felt sore. And thinking, thinking felt like someone was drilling a hole in his head. This really wasn’t fair. Ron never got hungover. Was this the universe’s way of creating balance? Punishing Harry for Ron’s dumb luck?

He tried to sit up, regretting it immediately. His stomach definitely didn’t agree with moving. At all.

“Ugh, I’m never drinking again,” Harry mumbled to himself, slowly sinking back down.

“You say that every time.”

Startled, Harry turned around much quicker than he should have. The room started spinning, making him extremely queasy. His eyes wouldn’t focus properly, but he could make out a naked torso beside him. Pale skin. Blond hair.

“Oh, it’s you. For a moment I thought I would be forced to have a really awkward conversation with one of our friends.”

“Which one of our friends?” Draco asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t know.”

“Are you telling me you were so drunk, you would have slept with Blaise? Finnigan? Thomas? Theo?” He paused. “Longbottom? Weasley?”

Harry wanted to laugh, but he was afraid of what his stomach would do then. So instead, he settled into a more comfortable position, putting his hands underneath his pillow.

“God, can you imagine? Besides, you were supposed to keep an eye on me. You know what happens when I drink.”

“I do know. Why do you think I’m here?” Draco said, shaking his head in mock disapproval. It made Harry frown.

“You sleep here almost every night. I don’t even remember the last time you slept in your own bed.”

“Is that a complaint?” Draco said in a challenging tone. Harry wouldn’t have needed to see his face to know there was a smirk on his lips.

“Yes. You’re very clingy in your sleep,” Harry replied with an answering smirk.

“Excuse me, I was under the impression you liked that. Well, if you feel that violated, I’ll just sleep in my room tonight.”

Please don’t.

It was on the tip of Harry’s tongue. He bit his lip to prevent him from embarrassing himself. It was bad enough he had feelings for his flatmate… Okay, at this point, Draco was definitely more than his flatmate. He had become his best friend. He couldn’t ruin that by blurting out something stupid. No.

“Seriously though,” Draco grumbled as he threw back the covers and leaned down to retrieve his clothes, “I can’t believe you were thinking about sleeping with one of our friends. Who, by the way, are all in committed relationships. It would have caused so much drama!”

“I wasn’t thinking about sleeping with anyone!”

Now that wasn’t exactly true. And it became harder and harder to hide it every day. Literally. Draco, running around the flat in just his pants or simply a towel, really wasn’t helping this whole situation either.

“I know you weren’t,” Draco said with a grin as he buttoned up his shirt. “I guess you’ll stay a virgin forever.”

“Hey!” Turning beet red, Harry grabbed one of the pillows and threw it with all his might. “Take that back!”

“They should call you ‘The Boy Who Stayed Abstinent For The Rest Of His Life’.”

If only Draco knew! But even if Harry decided to tell him, he wouldn’t even know where to begin. Just thinking about it made him so nervous, he felt like throwing up. Oh, wait, maybe that wasn’t nervousness… Yeah, it definitely wasn’t nervousness.

“Ugh,” Harry groaned, pressing his face into the mattress.

“Five more minutes, Sleeping Beauty. Then you’ll have to come and help me clean.”

“How come you don’t feel sick? You had more to drink than me!”

“Easy. I’m better at everything,” Draco chuckled with a shrug. Harry rolled his eyes and pulled the covers over his head. Going back to sleep wasn’t an option, though. He’d feel awful afterwards, he knew it. Reluctantly, he manoeuvred himself into a sitting position.

Getting dressed took about ten minutes longer than it usually did. Not only because his stomach protested to this kind of activity, but because he couldn’t find any clean socks.

Harry’s heart instantly began beating faster. Socks. Oh Merlin! He nearly felt assaulted by the memory his mind was suddenly springing on him. It had been such a disaster!

“Draco,” Harry whispered. “Draco, wake up.”

The blond let out a grunt and buried his face in the crook of Harry’s neck.

“Let me sleep.”

Harry chuckled, ruffling his hair. He didn’t want to wait. He knew it was childish. Christmas morning was tomorrow. But he wanted Draco to have his present now.

Christmas had always been a little sad for Harry. It hadn’t even been the fact that he’d had to watch Dudley open his ridiculous amount of presents each year. Well, that too, because it had been a reminder that there was no one in this world who cared for him. At Hogwarts, it had changed. He had come to spend Christmas with his new family. And being with the Weasleys was one of the best things Harry could have imagined. He hadn’t thought it could get any better than that. That was before Draco had joined them.

“Accio present,” he muttered, careful not to move around too much. A moment later, the messily wrapped present flew into his waiting hand.

“Draco,” he whispered again. “Merry Christmas.” He held the present to Draco’s ear. Maybe the crinkling would pique his interest.

“What’s going on?” Slowly, Draco opened one eye and rested his chin on Harry’s chest.

“It’s your Christmas present.”

“You’re supposed to give me that tomorrow. Has nobody taught you how Christmas works?” Draco froze, realising what he had just said. “I didn’t mean it like that, I-”

“It’s okay.” Harry’s smile was genuine and he felt a warm trickle down his chest when Draco gave him one in return.

“Alright, you impatient child. Give me my present.”

Harry watched anxiously as Draco took his time with the wrapping paper. For Merlin’s sake, how long was this going to take? When Draco’s hands stopped moving and his expression became puzzled, Harry stopped breathing.

“Socks. You’re giving me socks?”

Harry pressed his lips together.

“They’re… fluffy socks.”

“Seriously? Socks? The most boring present ever?”

It was hard not to feel hurt.

“And this couldn’t have waited until tomorrow because…” Draco looked at him expectantly.

“I was too excited,” Harry said sheepishly, trying to hide how tense he was. Well, what had he thought Draco’s reaction would be? Of course he’d think it was weird. And boring. Draco had no idea what these socks meant to Harry. What he was trying to say with them.

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anonymous asked:

Main Boys & Akechi accidentally making S/O cry during an argument?

I can imagine this happening, these boys have no filter sometimes smh. I’ll write this under the premise that the arguments are in private, if that’s all right. Thank you for sending this! Enjoy!


  • Akira isn’t one to lash out or hit below the belt, so his downfall would either be his neutral demeanor being misinterpreted as apathy, or… 
  • He says something meant with good intentions, but it came off as insensitive or blunt.
  • you know those options that you think are a good choice but they end up offending the other character? it’s like that
  • As soon as he witnesses the tears leak out of S/O’s eyes, his eyebrows furrow ever-so-slightly as his formerly blank expression shifts to one of guilt.
  • Akira’s first instinct is to hold them and wipe their tears; instead, he allows S/O their space and apologizes for hurting them.
  • He’ll softly ask if S/O is comfortable with discussing a solution at the moment; if not, he’ll patiently wait for them to recuperate, and maybe he’ll brew something for when they return.
  • Akira’s prepared to take full responsibility, even if his mistake was unintentional because he loathes seeing S/O upset.
  • Once it’s over, he’ll either embrace them for the duration of the day or give them space; he’s fine with either. but he would prefer the former


  • Ryuji has a fiery temper, but he’s able to subdue it for the most part.
  • Unfortunately, that doesn’t stop him from occasionally amplifying the volume of his voice.
  • However, it isn’t directed toward S/O; it’s more of the heat of the moment.
  • He’s aware it’s no excuse, though, and his heart sinks like a stone in water upon observing a tearful S/O.
  • The sudden flurry of self-deprecating thoughts nearly overwhelm him, but he immediately apologizes for his carelessness.
  • The longing to console S/O prompts him to take a step toward them in an effort to hold them; if they accept, he’ll securely wrap his arms around them and whisper condolences. 
  • If they refuse or back away, Ryuji will be hurt but he’ll understand and allot S/O all the space / time they require.
  • Ryuji will be extremely level-headed and soft-spoken upon his next encounter with S/O as the two attempt to come to a consensus. 
  • Guilt crushes him for the next few days, though. stop that


  • Yusuke’s expression tends to become dark and intimidating when he’s enraged.
  • In addition, the accusatory and harsh cadences he occasionally exerts make him appear more aggressive than he intends.
  • Initially, he’s confused when S/O begins weeping; he was under the impression that he was speaking normally.
  • Yusuke simultaneously feels crippling culpability, and he instantly strives to rectify his wrongdoings.
  • He’ll frantically stroll over to them to wipe S/O’s tears, if they allow him.
  • Regardless of his ignorance pertaining to what he said or did to upset them, he refuses to make excuses and he’ll apologize for causing them pain.
  • Yusuke wants to kick himself for being so clueless, but instead he simply cradles S/O’s face and kisses their tears away, stroking their cheek with his thumb in between.
  • His voice is like nectar when he speaks again, and the couple resolves to work out their differences.
  • Of course, he’ll give S/O time if they so choose, and he’ll harbor no grudges against them for it. he’ll be a worried mess the whole time tho


  • Typically, Akechi is exceedingly adept at control his emotions, but if he’s in a heated argument, he would most likely have a blunt, condescending, and/or passive-aggressive attitude.
  • All of that dissipates when he spots the first tear roll out of S/O’s eye.
  • Now he’s angry, but not with S/O.
  • Akechi’s amalgamation of wrath and shame is directed at himself; he’s proven once more that he fails to do anything correctly.
  • He’ll feel extremely defeated and he’ll over-analyze as he profusely apologizes to them.
  • However, he acknowledges that he can wallow in guilt later; for now, he needs to atone for the pain he inflicted on S/O.
  • Akechi will fetch tissues for them, and he has to restrain himself from embracing them. 
  • He’ll request that the two separately take time to reorganize their thoughts.
  • Truthfully, he was beginning to tear up as well from seeing S/O cry.
  • The couple will eventually regroup, and the conversation starts with Akechi apologizing for wrongfully hurting them.
  • The rest of the conversation is placid and rational over cups of coffee.
falling in love with you | bts

summary: “i think i’m in love with you” he says as he realizes this moment, right now, he’s fallen in love with you, and he knows he will forever.

genre: fluff, slight angst in some.

a/n: this is my first scenario on this blog, so i really hope you guys enjoy this, if you have any requests or ideas feel free to send me an ask :)

request here.

The moment Jungkook realizes he’s in love with you is when you’re fighting.

It’s an unusual moment for him to realize such a thing, and it was definitely the wrong time to confess.

You had gotten overly upset at Jungkook for flirting with one of the waitresses at the restaurant – the restaurant that you had taken time to book and plan out for a good night out with your boyfriend.

After being fed up with the back and forth exchanges of flirtatious comments, you grew increasingly angrier as you demanded Jungkook take you home. He looked at you questioningly, eyeing your unfinished meal on your plate.

“Y/n, jagi, you barely touched your food.” he remarked as you rolled your eyes.

“I lost my appetite. Now take me home, please.” Despite your mannered response, there was a hint of indignation laced in your tone.

Without questioning you further, he nodded his head as you stood up abruptly, storming out of the dimly lit place not bothering to wait for him.

The car ride was filled with an unbearable, painful silence as he knew you well enough to know you were definitely pissed at him. The whole time he contemplated whether or not to ask you and confront you about your behaviour, but ultimately decided to wait it till he took you back to his apartment – she just needs time to cool off, he told himself trying to brush off the anxious feeling in his body.

You were frustrated and annoyed that he didn’t realize how much it hurt to see him looking happy with another girl – that should’ve been me, you thought. You knew deep down it was never his intention to do that to you. He never purposely tried to hurt your feelings, but you cared so much about him that you couldn’t stand to see someone else be the reason for his bright smile and loud laugh. It made you feel so much jealously and rage, and you didn’t know why else that would be other than the fact that you were probably in love with him – you just hadn’t fully admitted that to yourself yet.

“I fucking hate you!” you seethed, slamming the door behind you as Jungkook felt the sheer pain erupt in his chest hearing you say such a thing.

“Y/n, baby, I’m sorry, you know I never meant to do that to you. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.” he tries to reason, holding back the urge to cry.

He was a sensitive boy and you knew that, and he never felt such strong feelings for any other girl except you, so every little thing you said to him affected him in such an unexplainable way. You being angry at Jungkook absolutely shattered him, for the sole reason that he promised himself he’d never hurt you, and because he cared so much that he feared he would lose you.

“Did nothing from the way she acted towards you tell you that she was obviously trying to get in your pants with your fucking girlfriend right in front of you?!” you hissed as he let out a heavy sigh.

“I-I didn’t see anything wrong with what she was saying,” he admitted, his head hung lowly almost as if he was ashamed to be saying this to you.

“Yeah cause you’re so frustratingly oblivious, but you know what Jungkook, that wasn’t even the worst part,” you began, not bothering to hide the irritation in your voice. “You flirted back! Do you not use that brain of yours to realize that what you were doing was so fucking inconsiderate?!”

“I know what I did was wrong, I acknowledge that. I didn’t realize what I was saying, I didn’t know how upsetting it was to you, and I’m sorry for that, babe, please believe me when I say that,” he cried out, his voice pleading for forgiveness. “I know my apologies don’t mean shit right now, and it doesn’t excuse the fact that I may have come off as over friendly, but I promise that’s all it was. I’m sorry for making it seem like it was something more than that, it wasn’t. It was just me being friendly and I’m sorry for hurting your feelings.”

His rant only somehow managed to make your blood boil even more as you let out heavy breaths, not wanting to explode at your boyfriend. You knew his apology was sincere, you knew was truly sorry for actions, and you knew he really didn’t mean to act that way towards the waitress, but you were so enraged with jealousy that you could not focus on anything else but letting out the rest of your anger.

“You’re just so inconsiderate sometimes! If I were to ever put you in this position I know that it would hurt you! I know you’d act the exact same way as I am right now, that’s why when it ever comes to similar situations I use my fucking brain so I don’t end up doing this to you. So what part of you thought that it was okay to do that?!” you question, you couldn’t help the loudness and utter bitterness in your tone.

“I wasn’t thinking!–”

“Exactly! You never fucking think! You never think about how I would feel!” you say with an exasperated sigh, your fingertips making its way to the area of your temples. You tried your best to ignore the throbbing feeling of your brain pounding against your skull, continuing to massage your forehead.

He observed you intently watching you breathe through your frustration and something just clicked in him. He noticed the way your hair effortlessly cascaded down your shoulders and back, the little pieces framing your face so perfectly; he noticed how your lips that he loved so much parted to let out little huffs of frustrated sighs; he noticed the way you spoke to him, even though you had been screaming, trying to let out your pent up anger, your voice still sounded like absolute music to his ears; most of all, he noticed how beautiful you were despite the fact that you were pissed beyond belief, and how incredible you looked to him, still.

I’m in love with her, he exclaimed to himself.

Jagiya,” he began quietly.

“I’m leaving–”

In that moment, throughout all the hurt he was feeling, and throughout all the hurt you were feeling, he couldn’t let you walk out on him like that. Watching you make your way towards the door, he beat you to it as his much larger body blocked you from leaving.

“Move,” you demand.

Right then and there he couldn’t help himself from the words tumbling out his mouth, knowing that could potentially give you a reason not to leave him.

“I think I’m in love with you.” he randomly blurts out, catching you off guard as your breath hitched in your throat.

“W-what?” you ask in surprise, your mind not fully processing his sudden confession.

“I’m in love with you.” he clarifies as he walks slowly towards you, his arms wrapping around your waist. He pulls you closer to his chest, inhaling your sweet scent before peppering light kisses on your neck, till he reaches your jaw, your eyes shutting close at the comforting feeling. “And I know you only act like this because you love me too.”

His lips connected with yours in a deep kiss, as you lost yourself in his touch, the feeling of adoration replacing the feeling of anger. The kiss held so many emotions, as you relished in the feeling of his warm, soft lips against yours. He gripped onto you tightly as if afraid you would dissipate any second, worried that if he were to let go you’d try to leave again. The kiss was filled was so much love, you both pulled away breathless.

“I know I screwed up, and I hurt you. But don’t leave me please. Don’t leave me because I am so fucking in love with you and it hurts because I will never feel this way for another girl. I won’t let the love of my life walk out on me like that. I’m in too deep with you, so even if you’re pissed as shit at me right now, don’t you dare leave.”


“Please tell me you love me back.” he spoke quietly, still hugging you tightly. “I know you hate me right now, but please tell me you love me.”

“Of course I do,” you say in a whisper. “I love you even when I hate you.”

The moment Taehyung realizes he’s in love with you is when you’re crying in his arms.

He had always been there to comfort you when you needed it most.

Taehyung cared so much about you because you were his best friend after all.

You two had so much love for each other after growing up together and experiencing everything you could as teenagers, and here you were experiencing your first heartbreak.

He rubbed your arm as you clutched onto him, your body raking with sobs as he held you closer if that were even humanly possible. He felt so helpless in this moment, and also a bit angry knowing that someone had the heart to hurt you, the most down to earth and kind person he ever knew.

He couldn’t comprehend how a boy who had the privilege to call you his could ever do something so cruel. Cheating was the lowest form he could think of, and no one deserved to feel that way, let alone someone like you.

“Tae, it hurts so much.” you sobbed as he sighed, feeling so desperate to make you feel better.

“I know, y/n. You don’t deserve this. You deserve the entire world, and I’m so sorry he couldn’t give you that. He missed out, big time.” he replied, his voice soft and gentle.

“Really? You think so?” you sat up, as Taehyung’s thumb made it’s way to your cheeks, wiping the tears and the smeared mascara under your eyes.

“Of course. You are the most beautiful girl to me and you have been since we were six years old. You’re also the kindest girl with a fucking heart of gold, and you’re so incredibly smart, you have so many things you want to do with your life, and I know you always see the best in situations,” he exclaimed. “You’re also a little bit stupid, but funny nonetheless..” he said jokingly, loving the fact that you finally managed to crack a smile. “And you always put the people you care about first. You always do your best to make sure they have a smile on their face, and you go out of your way to make sure they’re happy.”

“I can honestly go on forever, but my point is, you are everything a guy would want in a girl. And if that asshole can’t see that, then that is his loss, and he will never find a girl better than you.”

Upon saying all these things in an attempt to comfort you and mend your broken heart, he realized right then and there that what he said was true. He meant every single word he said, and he meant it because he fell in love with you. And he didn’t know why it took him so long to realize that, but at this very moment nothing made more sense. Admitting all the things he absolutely loved about you made him feel something so strong. Putting the pieces together he realized all along that he masked his feelings for you by trying to convince himself that it was because you two were friends for so long, and because you considered each other family, all those feelings were because of how close you two were.

But it all made sense now.

He was in love with you and he knew that.

His words made your heart flutter, the feeling so unfamiliar to you. Nobody’s words made you feel that way. The way Taehyung spoke to you was so different than the way your ex-boyfriend had. He had never made you feel so loved and cared for the way your best friend had, he had never shown so much affection towards you despite the fact that he was your boyfriend at the time. He had never made you want to smile and cry at the same time because of his sweet words. No, only Taehyung managed to do that, and you realized that maybe.. maybe, Taehyung was the guy you wanted and deserved to be with all along.

You knew you were hurt, you knew that you were going to be hung up on this breakup for a while, but one thing you also knew was that you felt something for Taehyung.

Some can call it unfair, some can call it a form of distraction to take your mind off the fact that you just got your heart broken and battered, but you knew that this very moment, Taehyung was the person you wanted.

“You are so perfect, Tae,” you whisper, leaning closer to him. “You and me would’ve just been better off together.”

Taehyung looked up at you in surprise. “D-do you mean that?”

“I-I do..”

He let out a deep breath before letting the words slip out his lips as his heart hammered rapidly against his chest, and yours clenching at his words.

“Y/n, I think I’m in love with you.”

“Good,” you smile at him. “I think I’m in love with you too.”

Closing the gap between you both, his lips found its way to yours as you felt something you could only describe as pure affection – this was such a weird concept, but it was something that felt so right, you knew you wouldn’t regret this moment in the future years to come. The way his lips fit so perfectly with yours, and the way his thumb caressed your cheek so gently, it was confirmed,

You were in love with him.

And he was in love with you.

The moment Jimin realizes he’s in love with you is when you’re scolding him for being the biggest idiot on the planet.

“You’re actually fucking dumb you know that!” you exclaim.

He smirked at you, shrugging his shoulders. “It’s not that bad..”

It’s not that bad,” you mocked letting out a huff.

You eyed the large white cast wrapped around his right leg as he winced a few times due to the obvious pain. You shook your head knowing this was so easily avoidable, but your boyfriend was far too stupid sometimes to think things thoroughly.

Regardless of the fact that he just got himself into an accident, landing himself in the ER, you couldn’t help but think of how attractive he looked with his hair parted messily, and his cheeks still flushed. However, that was something you would never admit at this current moment because of the anger that you displayed at his lack of self-control. He wasn’t the brightest person in certain situations, and you knew that. No matter how much you cared for him, you couldn’t deny his immense stupidity sometimes, often finding yourself scolding the poor boy.

“Y/n, baby–”

“You broke your fucking leg for fucks sake!” you interrupted, letting out an exasperated sigh, not bothering to stop the curses from flowing out your mouth.

“I know, but–”

But nothing! You’re a dumbass! You don’t think before you do things do you?! This could be so much worse than what it is, and you need to use that brain of yours because I know you have some sort of common sense in there!” you said angrily, but Jimin took no offence to what you said, only laughing in response.

“Why do you find this funny?!”

“Because you’re cute when you’re mad at me,” he responds, flashing the bright smile you grew so fond of.

“What if you died or something!” you were over exaggerating right now, and you knew that, but you couldn’t help it when your boyfriend literally almost dropped dead in front of you.

“–But I didn’t die, so.. that how to count for something right?” he tried to reason as you glared at him intently.

He let out a small laugh seeing how incredibly irritated you were with him, but he knew all of that came from a place of worry. He knew that you were frustrated with him because you cared so much for him, and yes, he was a dumbass, and he willingly admitted that.

But he couldn’t help noticing the way your face grew increasingly pinker as you let out your frustrations. He thought it was absolutely adorable seeing how small you were compared to him and how your loud screams were still so high pitched and soft.

A sudden wave of adoration washed over him as he came upon the realization that he knew he wanted to be with you for the rest of his life. He knew no other girl would show this much concern and  for his wellbeing, and would call him out for every stupid thing he pulled. He loved how you didn’t hold back from the things you wanted to say with that sharp tongue of yours, and he loved how much you showed that you cared for him.

He couldn’t find the right words to explain everything he was feeling at this very moment, but he definitely knew what this was. Although he had never experienced this feeling with any other girl, he knew from all the stories he’s heard, this what exactly it.

So this is what falling love feels like, he thought to himself.

It was so sudden to him, all his feelings hitting him at once. Slightly overwhelmed with it, he quickly accepted the fact that he was certain about the immense amount of love he had for you.

This feeling was so different, so foreign to him, but he loved it. He loved you.

Jagi, don’t be mad at me,” he said, reaching out to grab you. You watched him struggle knowing he could barely move because of the leg he managed to  shatter, a small pout displayed on his face as you rolled your eyes, walking over to sit beside him on the hospital bed.

“I’m not..”

“Yes, you are. And I know that you are, and I am sorry for almost killing myself in the process, but don’t be mad at me because like you said, as dramatic as it was, I could’ve died. So you should focus on the fact that I’m not, and that I’m still here with you and once I get better, you can beat me up and break my leg all over again for being stupid.” he said, kissing you softly.

You melted into his touch, hugging him tightly as his heart clenched feeling how secure your arms were wrapped around his body. You two were already so close to each other, but he needed more. He wrapped his arms around your body as he tried pulling you even closer into him.

“You’re lucky I’m in love with you..” he said to himself, not realizing the words that slipped out.

Your eyes widened as he mimicked your expression, both of you at a loss of words at the sudden bomb he just dropped on you. Of course you were surprised, but your heart skipped a beat as his words repeated itself in your head, over and over again as if it were on loop. You had waited for this moment for so long, and now that it finally happened you couldn’t believe it.

“Wait what?”

“N-nothing.” he was quick to try and recover himself but you wouldn’t let this slip past so easily.

“You just said you were in love with me..”


“Are you?”

“I uh, um, well, y-yeah, I think I’m in love with you.” he admitted.

He braced himself for your response, not knowing how you’d react. He knew you cared for him, but you didn’t know to what extent and if you reciprocated those same feelings. After all, it was pretty sudden.

“Yeah, I’m not mad at you anymore. How can I be mad at you for confessing that.” you smirked, connecting your lips with his once again, feeling him sigh in relief.

“I’m in love with you too, dumbass.”

The moment Namjoon realizes he’s in love with you is when you’re consoling him through a hard time.

On a few rare occasions Namjoon would suddenly feel a wave of insecurity wash over him. Although it happened very rarely, it wasn’t uncommon for him to feel this way every few months.

Today was one of the days he felt extremely bad about himself, and of course you were there for him trying to provide any sense of comfort you could to your boyfriend.

Despite the fact that the two of you had only been together for a few months, that didn’t stop you from devoting your whole heart to this man that you cared so much for.

“I just feel like I haven’t been doing my best, I feel like, like I’m the worst one in the band. I don’t even know why the fuck I’m the leader because I can’t do anything for shit–”

“Namjoon, baby, don’t say that.” you scolded, rubbing his back comfortingly as he laid his head on your chest, ranting about all his personal issues that accumulated recently. “I don’t understand where this is coming from, you are such an amazing artist, and you have so many fans that love every little thing about you.”

“I just, I can’t explain it, I just feel like I don’t have the best qualities. Everyone else is more attractive, and hell, more talented than I am. I just look at myself and all I see is something so plain and boring, there’s nothing special about me.” he pours his feelings out and it absolutely breaks your heart seeing your whole world beat himself up.

“Babe, look at me,” you say, his eyes finally reaching yours. “You may not see it, but you are so fucking special to the boys, to your fans, and to me especially. I know that no matter what I say, it might not help the way you’re feeling, but I want to let you know how amazing you are. You are so attractive, I think you’re the most attractive man alive, and you are so smart, like so smart it still amazes me, you are also so funny and charismatic, you’re kind and caring, and most importantly, so, so, so fucking talented. You have so much potential, you’ve come so far and you were chosen as the leader for a reason, baby. You are so much more than you see yourself. I hate that you think so little of yourself because I see so many things that are perfect about you.”

Your rant makes Namjoon’s heart clench, hearing you speak so highly of him made him feel so much better. He knew if it was any other person saying all these things about him, he definitely would not take it to heart. But because it was you, he knew you meant it. You were the most perfect person to him, and seeing how much you cared for him and spent time comforting him and offering words to ease his feelings really made his entire world.

He looked at you and immediately thought, I’m in love with her. This is the girl I want to marry.

“Thank you, y/n.” he said, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as you smiled. “I love you.”

Your eyes widened slightly as the words he spoke, not realizing he had just said them for the first time to you. “Did you just say–”

“Yes, I think I’m in love with you.” he spoke, confirming your question.

“I’m in love with you too.” you said, cupping his face in your hands as your lips connected once again, letting all your emotions towards one another relish in the passionate kiss you shared.

The moment Hoseok realizes he’s in love with you is when he sees you dancing in your underwear to one of his songs.

He’s laughing at you as you flash him a bright smile, swaying your hips to the music.

Your body was barely covered, your bare skin exposed to his eyes as he observed every curve and imperfection of your body that made you look so perfect to him.

Of course he loves what he’s seeing, but he loves more than the fact that your half naked figure was prancing around your living room. It was so much more than the sexual attraction he felt for you. It was the fact that you didn’t care about embarrassing yourself in front of him, it was the fact that your hair looked so amazing despite it being messed up from all the movements your body made to the beat of the song, it was the fact that your smile was so bright and so happy that it made his heart flutter at the sight of you; and it was the fact that he loved how incredibly comfortable you were around him that you were able to show yourself off.

He had seen you a few times before, slightly exposed, but you two hadn’t even been intimate yet. He loved seeing you like this, and his heart hammered against his ribcage, allowing himself to get lost in the way you looked at this very moment.

Nothing in that moment could take his eyes off of the sight in front of him. There weren’t enough words to describe the way you made him feel, because he never truly experienced it before. Sure, there were other girls in the past, and sure, he liked most of them a lot, but this feeling for you was far different than anything he’s ever felt before – you made him absolutely crazy.

Something sparked in him, not really understanding the whole concept, but he knew it couldn’t of been anything else but that; as he watched you grab juice from the counter, still dancing around to the music, it was then and there he realized that he was definitely in love with you.

It wasn’t because you were covered in nothing but a pair of his favourite black lace bra and panties, but it was because he saw every part of you that was so beautiful to him. It wasn’t concealed by layers of fabric, he was able to see everything that made you, you.

“I’ll never be able to perform this song without picturing your bare ass–”

“Hobi!” you scolded jokingly, grabbing a pillow from the couch as you threw it at him. “Come dance with me.”

He happily obliged, grabbing your waist as you both swayed. “You are so perfect, y/n.” he whispered in your ear as he gave you a light peck on your lips.

“Because I’m half naked in front of you?” you ask teasingly, raising your eyebrow at him,

“No,” he shook his head. “You’re perfect cause you’re showing me everything about you. Your flaws are non existent to me. I love everything little thing about you, and every little part of you that you’re comfortable showing me.”

“You’re so cheesy, Hobi.” you state, shaking your head with a laugh.

“I am, but I still mean it.” he shrugged.

“Really?” you ask, a blush forming on your cheeks.

“Obviously,” Hosoek confirmed. “I honestly think I’m in love with you.

Your heart hammered rapidly against your ribcage, the smile on your face widened as you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend. “I’m in love with you too.”

He smiled back at you, leaning in closer till your lips touched. Instinctively, he caressed your cheek, feeling the soft skin beneath his thumb. You opened your mouth slightly allowing him to slip his tongue in as he leaned you against the couch. This is the girl I’m in love with, he thought to himself, not wanting a single moment with you to end.

Your hands tugged at the hem of his shirt as he pulled away, slightly breathless. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“You just confessed you were in love with me,” you replied. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

The moment Yoongi realizes he’s in love with you is when he throws the last insult at you.

It had become such a frequent thing between the two of you that you both found nothing but entertainment in the fact that you constantly argued.

You both would never admit such a thing, but there was no doubt how much sexual tension there was between the two of you.

You never denied how attractive and charming you found Yoongi, but for some reason he absolutely despised you, and as hurt as you were at first, you eventually found yourself liking the harmless banter the two of you shared.

One reason being that was the only way you could interact with him, other than the consistent insults you two exchanged, the both of you ignored each other like the plague.

Tonight was like any other when it came to arguing. Your friends sat around you guys, completely used to the fact that this was almost a routine between the two of you. At first they’d attempt to stop the two of you from bickering, but eventually gave up on the fact that nothing would change between the two of you.

Until tonight.

“You both are so fucking annoying, go talk this shit out.” Jungkook huffed, join by a chorus of agreements as he led you both into his bedroom. “Neither of you are leaving this room. Not until you guys make up.” that was all the younger boy said before slamming the door shut and locking it.

You let out a sigh knowing that it must’ve been frustrating for your friends to have to witness this consistently, but you and Yoongi were too stubborn to back down from any fights. You both wanted the last word which cause these arguments to last for hours on end.

“Don’t expect an apology out of me,” Yoongi hissed, crossing his arms across his chest.

“As if you would ever have the heart to apologize first,” you retort, running your hand through your hair. “If you weren’t such an asshole all the time, we wouldn’t be here in this position right now.”

“Oh so this is my fault?” he let out a humourless laugh. “If you didn’t argue back we wouldn’t be here in this position right now.”

“You’re the one always instigating the fights, so yes, it is your fault.” You remark.

“I instigate the fights because you piss me the fuck off!” he exclaimed.

How?!” you question, irritation evident in your tone. “I barely even talk to you! I try to be as nice as possible when I’m around you, you always have some sort of snarky remark to make and that’s why I argue back. If you didn’t say anything you actually think I would waste my breath fighting with you? You’re not that special, Yoongi. You’re just an asshole that needs to be called out for it.”

“I just find you so fucking annoying,” he seethed. “The way you laugh so loud and obnoxiously, and the way you’re so overly affectionate towards your friends, you’re so needy and clingy it’s like your whole fucking life depends on them, and the way you talk, and just the fucking way you look, it bothers me so much. I don’t understand why anyone even likes you, there’s nothing there to like about you.

That one comment made your face drop, feeling an unexplainable amount of hurt from his insult.

Of all the things Min Yoongi had said to you, there was nothing more painful than hearing him say there was nothing likeable about you. You didn’t know if you would be as affected if any one else had said it, but deep down you knew you probably wouldn’t of taken it so personally.

You liked Yoongi, that was something you tried so hard to deny.

Hearing him say those words about you really cut deep, and he noticed that. The smirk on his face dropped as you remained silent, tears springing to your eyes as you turned away from the boy in front of you trying to wipe them away discreetly. You were thankful it was dark enough in Jungkook’s room that you hoped your emotions had gone unnoticed.

The moment those words left Yoongi’s mouth, he regretted it instantly. Of course he didn’t mean that. He adored your loud laugh, he didn’t think it was obnoxious at all. He adored the fact that you had so much love and care for your friends, always going out of your way for them, proving the kind heart you had. He adored the way you talked, how sweet your voice was. And he absolutely adored the way you looked. He thought you were the most beautiful girl to walk the planet.

But for some reason, he didn’t allow himself to tell you the truth, instead hurt you with all the lies spilling from his mouth.

“Y/n–” he began but you stopped it.

“Don’t, just, don’t say anything else. Please,” you sounded so defeated. You mentally cursed yourself for sounding so weak and upset. You didn’t want him to know how much his words hurt, how much it affected you. He would never let you live this down.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. I didn’t–” he couldn’t find the right words to say to make it better; not that you expected him to.

“Obviously you meant it, I know how much you hate me.” you retaliated.

Fuck, y/n. I don’t hate you!” he returned with a heavy sigh.

“There’s no other reason why you would act like this if you didn’t.”

“No, no. You have it all wrong–” he exclaimed. “Fuck, I can’t believe I’m gonna say this..”

“Yoongi, please just don’t say anything else–”

–But I think I’m in love with you.

His words caught you off guard, expecting another insult to emit from his lips, but instead the opposite came out as you let out a small gasp. “What the fuck, Yoongi.” you exclaim.

“I know, I know. I just said something so fucked up to you. Now I’m confessing and shit and it’s just contradicting what I was saying before, but fuck, I know that I’m in love with you. I only acted like such an asshole this whole time because I didn’t want to tell you how you really made me feel. I don’t hate you, I never have. You’re the only girl I felt this way for, and it scared me shitless, but I’m in love with you and I have been for a long time. I think, I mean I don’t even know what being in love really feels like, but I’m pretty sure this is it. And I understand if you hate me. I would hate me, if I were you. Just because I told you this doesn’t mean you have to love me back or feel anything for me, I mean how can I actually expect you to feel the same–””

You shut him up instantly as you kissed him roughly, roughly but passionately and that same feeling of love erupted in the both of you as you felt his hands caressing your jaw in such an affectionate way.

“I’m in love with you too.” you spoke breathlessly once you pulled away.

“You don’t know how happy that makes me, y/n.” he said before smashing his lips onto yours once again, not wanting the moment to end. He gripped onto your waist, pulling you into him, savouring the taste of your lips.

You were both so caught up in the moment that you didn’t notice the clicking of the door, as it slowly opened, followed by a mortified scream from Jungkook as his voiced echoed throughout his house.

“I said make up, not make out!”

The moment Jin realizes he’s in love with you is from the very beginning, the first time he laid eyes on you.

Going to bars were never really his thing, nor yours – However, something told Jin that it was fate that brought you both there. It was a rare occurrence to see him lounging in the dimly lit space, a glass of coke in his hand as he eyed his group members fucking around. Being the eldest and most responsible, he made it his obligation to stay sober and watch over his friends to make sure they stayed out of trouble.

He sat at the bar toying with his fingers to stop the boredom from taking over as his eyes scanned the area. That was the moment his eyes landed directly to you, only a few feet away a glass of what he presumed to be a sex on the beach in your hand as you let out a heavy sigh.

He eyed you as he observed your features, and how incredibly attractive you looked to him. There was something about you that captivated him, he couldn’t explain the sudden feeling of gravitation towards you. He tried his best to ignore the rapid beating of his heart against his chest as he watched you take a small sip from your drink, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your left ear. Something about that gesture made his heart skip a beat. Confused, and slightly daze he couldn’t explain the amount of sudden infatuation he had with you.

There was nothing in his system that could ever give him this boost of confidence, it was simply just his personality that drew him to walk over and start up a conversation.

“Hi, is this seat empty?” he asked as you looked up at him in surprise.

“Y-yeah, it is.” you reply shyly.

She’s cute, Jin thought to himself as a small smile tugged at your lips.

“Um, so, I don’t mean to sound rude or anything,” you began. “But is there a reason why you came over to talk to me?”

Jin shrugged, “You looked like you could use some company, and I needed someone to talk to.”

“Oh so you came over because you pitied me?” you ask questioningly, a light laugh escaping your mouth.

“No–” Jin’s eyes widen as you let out another laugh.

“I was joking.” you exclaim as you see the boy heave a sigh of relief.

“Can I be honest with you?” he asked suddenly as you nodded. “I came over here because I thought you were really pretty, and I can’t explain it, something just kinda drew me to you.”

Your heart pounded at this boy’s words, there was no doubt in your mind that you found him attractive as well, but his actions surprised you to say the least. “Wow, you really aren’t into formalities are you? You just get straight to the point.”

“I may just be overly cocky but, you seem interesting.” he admitted, managing to flash a gorgeous smile as your heart clenched.

“Oh, well thank you,” you say a small blush forming on your cheeks. Extending your hand out, the boy shakes it as you exchange introductions.



“Would it be too soon to ask for your number?” he asked you as you shook your head.

“If this was anything other guy I’d say yes, but like you said, there’s something about you that interests me.” you say, grabbing a napkin from the table. You kindly asked the bartender for a spare pen as you scribble down your number, handing it to the boy.

The rest of the night was spent getting to know small details about each other, as you both got lost in your own world. You discovered how incredibly funny and kind he was, and how devoted he was to his friends, family, and most importantly his music. Along the way you were introduced to his band members who seemed far too drunk to stir up a proper conversation. The way Jin handled his younger friends was something you found really endearing, seeing the way he cared so much for them. You found out all the rest of his interests, and how big he was on eating, something you both cracked jokes about. Every little piece of information he shared about his life made you fall for him more and more.

For Jin, his interest in you sparked from the very start. But throughout the time he was able to get to know you, he realized at that very moment that he wanted more with you. You two had a lot of interests in common, and he was practically convinced you were his soulmate. Was it too soon? Maybe, but Jin could not focus on anything else but the fact that you intrigued him, and every part of you –  physically and personality wise was something Jin slowly started to love more and more.

I think I’m in love with you,” he jokingly said as you let out a small laugh.

Even though he said it in a joking manner, something in his heart told him that he meant it.

“All we’ve done is exchange numbers and plan one date and you’re already in love with me?” you teased, nudging him slightly.  

“You’re something else, y/n.” he exclaimed. “And who knows, maybe someday we’ll end up meaning it.”

Your heart fluttered hearing him say such flattering things to you, and you just knew that he was definitely gonna be the person who would stick around for you.

Although this was the beginning of something you couldn’t guarantee the outcome of, you felt it in your heart that he was the one. And even if Jin wouldn’t admit it to himself, in fear of feeling as though it was too soon to say, he definitely knew in his heart that you were the one for him too.

BTS scenarios: Cheering him up when he feels self-conscious

Originally posted by arkysal

Kim Seokjin/Jin

 There was something different about Jin that day. He wasn’t his usual bubbly self but quiet, almost invisible, ghost of Kim Seokjin. He didn’t try to make you laugh during breakfast when you were drinking tea. It worried you, but at the same time you didn’t want to be nosy. You knew damn well how easy it was to set him off when he was visibly stressed. Limited on choices you decided to wait for him to show signs that he wanted comfort from you.

 Good thing it was the day you tagged along for another show. You could watch Jin’s lack of interaction with other people. Every time somebody pointed that out he just laughed blaming his fatigue. Of course he was tired but neither you nor his bandmates believed it to be the reason behind his blank face.

 You stood by the wall, observing everyone move around. Minutes passed in a rush and your head started to spin at the thick atmosphere. Thankfully the stylist asked you to help Jin with his collar and tie. You walked close to him and instantly grabbed at the material with delicacy. While shifting the cables to his microphone you realized that Seokjin avoided looking at you. At first dark thoughts clouded your mind, but you pushed them aside with all your strength.

“Is the wire bothering you anywhere?” Although you let go of his collar, you stayed still in close proximity to him. 

 At the question he finally looked at you. Your eyes met for a short moment before his gaze moved somewhere to your right. He shook his head faintly without moving any other part of his body. You sighed and grabbed his shoulders to shake him a bit. Jin gave you a weird glance as he tried to pull out of your grip.

 Although it hurt, you didn’t let go of him. You were awkwardly struggling with each other for a longer moment until you decided it was really enough.

“Now, is it bothering you anywhere?” You asked once more. Again, he shook his head, but this time his eyes remained on you.

 You smiled faintly and tied his tie. When done, your index finger trailed up the fabric to stab his chin playfully. He was more confused than amused by your behavior yet he kept his mouth shut. Unfortunately for him you weren’t the one to give up on Jin.

“Oh, here’s a thing I forgot to give you!” You exclaimed after an idea formed in your brain.

 He observed your hand as you hid it in inside pocket of your jean jacket. You searched for a few seconds until you pulled out fingers shaped in heart. Your eyes were hungrily tracking his reaction.

 A quiet snort left his nostrils and Jin finally smiled for real at you. You returned a five times wider one and put the finger heart in the small pocket on his chest. The action had expected result. Your boyfriend relaxed enough to look you deep in the eyes. Encouraged by his positive response you dared to approach him close enough for you to lay your forearms on his chest. Your hands smoothed the material as you looked up from it with the gentlest expression you could make.

“I’m glad you accepted my heart.”

“It would be hard not to.”

“Did I tell you already that you look really handsome in that suit or was I screaming it in my mind this whole time?”

 His smile widened even more at that. His eyes moved down to look at his right hand that hung in the air. You grabbed it along with the left one without losing sight of his face and brought them up so you could kiss each one of his fingers. Jin’s eyes followed your lips hungrily taking in your adoration for his least favourite part of his body. When you finished his glance returned to meet yours. Jin let his hands hold your cheeks so he could kiss you properly. 

“Can you do one thing for me when on the stage?” You asked when he pulled away.

“Anything.” He smiled with pure adoration.

“When you’ll be singing your solo, can you take out the heart so I know you still have it? I want a close shot at you.”

 Jin gave you a weird glance but nodded lively.

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Min Yoongi/Suga

 Yoongi disliked doing anything and it was a well-known fact. Not only you and his closest coworkers had an idea but also his fans were aware of that so-called hobby of his. That’s why you didn’t make a big deal out of his stay in bed. At least at first. You got worried when the bedroom door remained closed at 2 p.m. and frantic when nothing changed an hour later. Aware that he was probably hungry by that time, you prepared breakfast and decided to go see him. You tip toed to the doors and turned the doorknob carefully.

 It was weird to act that way in the middle of the day, but there was something about his absence that made you want to cover behind furniture at any sound. At first, only your head leaned out. Room was dark as the curtains blocked the daylight. Still, you could see Yoongi’s body resting under covers. You listened for a moment but when steady breathing didn’t reach your ears you risked walking inside. You moved to his side of bed and sat on it’s edge, centimeters from your boyfriend. Then you put kitchenware on his night stand and turned to him. He laid on his side facing away from you. Aware of how easily one could annoy half-asleep Yoongi you hesitated before laying fingers on his arm. You stroked it gently then leaned forward to look at his face.

 You were surprised to find him awake and shocked to see how puffy and red his face was. Dry paths of tears glistened on his cheeks and nose. If it wasn’t enough, his lower lip was bleeding probably from biting on it. Your other hand brushed his fringe to reveal his eyes, but he stubbornly kept them away from you. Through the whole process of you finding out about his miserable state he didn’t make a single movement to acknowledge your presence. Almost as if you weren’t there.

“Yoongi…” You whispered shaken by his state.

 He ignored you although he heard you for sure. A memory of his voice telling you to leave him alone resurfaced in your mind. But you weren’t able to leave him alone in his misery. He could lash out at you at any moment. Your mind kept repeating the same sentence over and over again yet your body was deaf to it. Carefully you changed position so your knee was touching his back while you could still look at his face.

 Afraid of his motionless state you called him out again but a tad more quiet. Once more he didn’t answer. His eyes remained glued to the wall on the other end of the room. You felt your blood turn cold when his lids moved, but he just blinked.

“I made you breakfast.” Your lips ghosted above his arm as you told him. “You must be hungry.”

 He remained as he was. You knew that you wouldn’t get more and moved up after kissing his skin softly. Your walk to the door was interrupted when you heard him finally move under covers. You turned around to find him staring back. His face was blank but you smiled widely.

“I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me.”

 Yoongi let you leave him alone although he wanted you to stay with him. He needed your comforting words and warmth of your body to make him feel better, yet he couldn’t find strength in himself to ask that of you. After a couple of minutes he looked to his left and grabbed the plate you had left there. He knew that it had taken you a lot of time to prepare, considering how pancakes were cut to resemble a head. Most likely his head. He judged from the pierced ears. Around the head laid rays of sunshine. The whole work looked like breakfast for a child not a grown-ass man like Yoongi. But he thought it was cute anyway and grabbed one of the stripes to bite it.

 He only realized that he was really hungry when he finished the whole plate. Aware of his loneliness he dared to lick the powdered sugar off it. When he put the plate back, door opened to reveal you with victorious smile on your face. You strode over to the bed and sat in front of him.

“Now that you ate enough sugar, can you come out and spend the day with me?” You asked.

 Yoongi’s eyes fell down to stare at his lap. His hands ran up his face and he let out a loud sigh. You were afraid to push him too much but then you noticed a bit of sugar on the top of his nose. Your finger wiped it off and transported it to your mouth. You licked off the sweetness meanwhile smiling at his surprised face.

“I’ve been blessed with the sugar off the sweetest man on Earth.”

 His face softened, your most beloved expression replacing the previous one. His hand caught yours and gripped on it tightly. No words needed.

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When I was younger I remember being told ‘no pain no gain’, but recently my willingness to wear something that makes me freezing cold or that I can’t walk in has changed. I want to feel fabulous and comfortable and sexy and strong and beautiful. And if it’s making you uncomfortable, don’t do it. It’s so sad if you need to go home just because you need to sit down! Moving forward, I’m prioritizing just feeling awesome.

The All-Stars of ‘Star Wars’

Daisy Ridley, John Boyega, Adam Driver and their “Last Jedi” comrades discuss the difficulties of new relationships, the joys of villainy and those porgs. — The New York Times | Dec 8, 2017

LOS ANGELES — While they tell tales of Death Stars and daddy issues, the “Star Wars” movies are also stories about duality: how goodness and evil can coexist — on the same planet or inside the same person — and what happens when they collide on an intergalactic scale.

These themes are revisited once again in “Star Wars: The Last Jedi,” the eighth episode in the science-fiction saga that George Lucas started in 1977. “The Last Jedi,” which opens on Dec. 15, is the first to be written and directed by Rian Johnson (“Brick,” “Looper”). It follows the resounding success of “The Force Awakens,” directed by J. J. Abrams in 2015, about two young heroes, a scavenger named Rey (Daisy Ridley) and a renegade stormtrooper named Finn (John Boyega), caught up in the search for Luke Skywalker (Mark Hamill).

The new film continues where “The Force Awakens” left off, as Rey and Luke are about to meet on the planet Ahch-To, and it promises a further exploration of their relationship to the sullen evildoer Kylo Ren (Adam Driver) and his nefarious master, Snoke (Andy Serkis). It also features the final performance in the series from Carrie Fisher, who played Leia and who died last December.

At a running time of some two and a half hours, “The Last Jedi” continues the adventures of Finn and Poe Dameron (Oscar Isaac) and their adversaries Captain Phasma (Gwendoline Christie) and General Hux (Domhnall Gleeson). Somehow it finds room for the new characters Rose (Kelly Marie Tran) and Vice Admiral Holdo (Laura Dern), and a wide-eyed alien species called porgs.

Like the film they made, the creator and cast of “The Last Jedi” can encompass a spectrum of darkness and light, seriousness and silliness, all in the same conversation. Just days before the movie’s opening, they gathered for what felt at times like a solemn high-school graduation and, at other times, like its after-party.

Here, Mr. Johnson, Ms. Ridley, Mr. Boyega, Mr. Hamill, Mr. Driver, Mr. Serkis, Mr. Isaac, Ms. Christie, Mr. Gleeson, Ms. Tran and Ms. Dern discuss their work on “Star Wars: The Last Jedi” and some of the questions it raises. These are edited excerpts from that conversation.

Audiences have a strong sense of what they think a “Star Wars” film should look and feel like. But Rian, you make films that are personal and idiosyncratic. How do you do that in a “Star Wars” movie?

RIAN JOHNSON I don’t think you try to. It would be bad news if you came into this saying, “How do I make this mine?” You’re just desperately trying to make a good “Star Wars” movie — to me that means that it’s a balance between opera and bubble gum. It should make you come out of the theater and feel like you’re 10 years old, and want to grab your spaceships and start flying around. On top of everything else.

For the veterans of “The Force Awakens” —

DAISY RIDLEY I’m not a fan of the word “veteran.” We did one movie! How about actors?

JOHNSON Sophomores.

As you make your way through Star Wars High —

OSCAR ISAAC I was so high the whole time. [Laughter]

— there are actors you were paired with and worked with closely on the last film. What was it like to have those relationships scrambled and rearranged on “The Last Jedi”?

ISAAC What Rian did so well was that he asked the really tough questions. Not only of the characters, but also about the themes that “Star Wars” brings up. What is to be a Jedi? What is it to be a hero? What is it to be, in my case, a hotshot pilot? And then try to find the opposite of that — the hardest thing, the thing that’s furthest away, and have that be what the character has to deal with. Even in pairing the characters, he’s taking away what you know, and making you as uncomfortable as possible.

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When I was younger I remember being told ‘no pain no gain’, but recently my willingness to wear something that makes me freezing cold or that I can’t walk in has changed. I want to feel fabulous and comfortable and sexy and strong and beautiful. And if it’s making you uncomfortable, don’t do it. It’s so sad if you need to go home just because you need to sit down! Moving forward, I’m prioritizing just feeling awesome.