those are the first ones that came to mind

EVERYONE GATHER ROUND it’s conspiracy theory time!!!

i thought of this awhile back but it’s time i finally make it a post

so does anyone remember that pic lauren montgomery posted on twitter after the election???

ok so this is a super adorable and sweet drawing, but i realized

could it be kIND OF foreshadowing?????

think about it. look at who’s holding which sign.

pidge is holding the gender sign. pidge’s gender played a huge role in season 1, when we found out she’s a girl DISGUISED as a boy.

keith is holding the race sign. everyone knows about keith’s huge arc in season 2 when it turned out hE’S GALRA AS FU CK

and look who’s holding the lgbt sign


keep in mind that ye we already knew pidge’s gender twist from season 1, but this pic came out in november, BEFORE keith being galra was revealed

not only that, but the two characters who dealt w those matters on the signs they’re holding are holding them with BOTH HANDS, minus allura, but i say that fits even more bc she DIRECTLY TRIED TO GET PIDGE to tell her she’s a girl

hunk, who’s holding the race sign with keith was one of the first paladins that was both accepting of and fascinated by him being part-galra as far as we know, which might be represented by the hand on keith’s shoulder

so given this, will lance canonically be bi/pan?

and if shiro comes back, (PLEASE DREAMWORKS) are we gonna have a bi/pan lance w supportive shiro?

i hope this wasnt looking too deeply and im hoping my theorys rIGHT but it probably wont be since it’s just a kinda dumb overthought conspiracy theory lmfao

Dear him,
I found a photo of us today and all the good times came to my mind. I remembered the first time we talked and the first time you asked me if you could give me a kiss. Our long walks on the beach and our 3:00 am talks. Our road trips and the way you kissed my hand while you were driving. The sound of your laughter and the way you looked at me that made my heart warm in a way nobody else could. Those kind of memories are the ones that stayed and that made me realize that if I ever had the chance to relive those moments with you I would do it without a second thought.
With love,
the girl who thought she doesn’t miss you anymore.
—  lydiaasl 

11 artists who’ve had headline tours before releasing their debut albums:

Troye Sivan
Dua Lipa
Shawn Mendes
Maggie Rogers
Tash Sultana
Tori Kelly
Childish Gambino
Jon Bellion
Courtney Barnett
Niall Horan

…and that’s just off the top of my head. It seems so common to me, such a fundamental element of building buzz around an artist’s debut album, I’m genuinely perplexed why others are so concerned about Niall touring before his album is out. And genuinely encourage those people to listen to more music. Be inspired by emerging artists. Go see their shows. Enjoy the thrill of being in one of the first audiences to hear brand new songs. It really is a great feeling. As I’m sure everyone who is lucky enough to have Flicker Sessions tickets will soon agree.

anonymous asked:

Whar do you think are the worst/hardest traits of sag rising?

Hm… there are a good handful.

Trying to be invulnerable. Sagittarius as a sign, but also especially risings (since that’s what they first show the world) want to always be the “strong” one, they want to be apathetic, to be “above” mere feelings of vulnerability and hurt. That results in them not letting others help them, not talking about what’s wrong, escaping their feelings which also brings us to the next point…
Exaggerated escapism. yes, Sagittarius risings are happy-go-lucky, but they use their optimism to an extent where they fake it just to run from their problems, just brushing off everything, either ignoring their problems and troubles or being TOO optimistic and carefree about it.
Being too apathetic. Remember how Sagittarius is ruled by Jupiter? /Everything/ is exaggerated here. So when they don’t care too much they don’t give a single fuck at all. This obviously makes them tactless, blunt, insensitive, reckless, mean, etc. And they don’t even care.
Inconsistency. Sagittarius risings are curious, optimistic, and want to experience a LOT. So they try something but then there’s also this and this and this and also that other thing. It’s hard for them to commit to something as they can’t rest, they constantly have to move forward in some way. It’s easy for them to be a jack of all trades since they don’t commit long enough to become a master at something, yet try so much that they usually have a wide range of things they can do and know.
Being a preacher. This can go both ways: Either they’re truly “good” preachers, or they suffocate you with their opinions, ideas, beliefs, etc. They always have to be right, because OF COURSE what they say has to be the universal rule, doesn’t it?! Of course it does. So they won’t let you speak against them and just shut you down, some claiming you’re stupid or whatever just for not agreeing.

All of these of course don’t HAVE to apply to every given Sagittarius rising, and they’re not limited to them (you can find these traits in most people with important Sagittarius placements and of course in other signs as well). These are especially common in immature Sag risings. And also, OF COURSE these are not the only bad/hard traits about them.

anonymous asked:

Thank you for that adorable addition to Draco the sweater stealer, it gives me life to see him being all sweet to Harry :-D is it too soon to ask for more because I am willing to trade my soul for more of the adorable wizards trying to deny they aren't a couple?

Hope you don’t mind a little Romione as well  ❤

Stealing Sweaters (Part 3)

“I thought the eighth year game was finished?” Hermione asked as she came down to the front of the stands and sat next to Ron on a bench.

Ron nodded, slightly leant forward as he watched the two figures hanging motionless above them, “Yeah… we played without seekers, first to three hundred. Afterwards, those two stayed to play a seeker game.”

Hermione craned her neck up, “Malfoy and Harry?”

“Harry’s caught it twice. Malfoy was pissed and tried to leave but Harry talked him into one more game.” Ron never took his eyes away from them as they slowly circled above.

Then Draco dived, his eyes locked on a shining golden movement below. Harry followed instinctively, with a curling sweeping turn that brought him closer, pushing his own dive deeper for more speed, closing the distance between them. Draco glanced back and then flattened himself to his broom with a scowl of determination. Harry was nearly at his side as they raced along the pitch, both of them fixated on the little golden ball. The snitch veered right, away from Harry, and Draco turned with it, his whole body stretching out into the turn, lunging out and- he stopped, slowly pulling his hand towards him, only the snitch’s little golden fluttering wings visible from his fist.

“He did it!” Hermione cried.

Ron cupped his hands around his mouth, “Good on ya, Malfoy!!”

Draco looked over at them briefly, eyes wide with shock, and then back down at the snitch in his hand.

Harry flew over, nearly knocking them both off their brooms as he threw his arms around Draco in a boisterous hug, “Merlin! That was amazing!”

Ron blindly reached out for Hermione’s hand, grasping it tightly.

Hermione’s eyes widened, “Do you see-?”

Ron nodded, his voice croaked out, “He’s blushing. Malfoy’s blushing. I think he’s finally realised”

Hermione squeezed Ron’s hand and they glanced at each other for just a second before their eyes were torn back to the scene in front of them.

Draco’s cheeks were flushed pink. His expression warred between confusion and embarrassment and that was being overtaken by a realisation that made his whole face begin to turn red. He ducked out of Harry’s grip with a desperate halfheartedly complaint of, “Get off me, Potter,” and quickly descended onto the pitch, practically throwing himself off his broom and nearly running back towards the castle.

Ron and Hermione leant over the railing. Harry landed as well, looking utterly confused. He called after Draco as he ran to try and catch up but Draco ignored him.

“Thank Merlin, one of them has finally figured it out,” Ron said with a sigh of relief.

Hermione smiled briefly, “Yeah but… it’s Malfoy.”

Ron grimaced, “and he’s a coward.”

“And Harry’s awful when it comes to romantic stuff. He may never realise it, not if Malfoy’s trying to hide it,” Hermione added.

Ron stood, keeping hold of Hermione’s hand as they made their way out of the stand, “At least there’s hope now.”

“Maybe we can help things along?” Hermione suggested.

Ron glanced over and grinned, “I mean, we pretty much have to with those two.”

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~  Part 3 (you are here) ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Part 7  ~ Part 8

BTS Reaction to you moaning their name in your sleep while the other members are around

✿ Seokjin: you had always liked movie nights with the guys; but that particular night you just weren’t in the mood for a horror film, let alone such a terrible one. With a sigh, you had accepted their awful choice, but it wasn’t long until you had fallen asleep with your head resting on Jin’s shoulder. When he first heard his name in a whisper; he’d thought that you were just trying to attract his attention, but when he saw you had your eyes shut closed and didn’t respond to him when he softly said your name, he’d raise an eyebrow, cautiously waiting for your next movement or sound. Then; you said his name once again, a little louder this time. He’d become very stiff all of a sudden and furiously bit his lip when you then loudly moaned his name. He felt all the boys staring at you, most of them with a smirk on their face, but nobody said anything as they then quickly pretended to keep watching the movie. He’d just shrug and laugh it off, but he’d take no time in carefully carrying you to his bed, where he’d knew by experience that you could moan his name all you wanted without anyone hearing you.  

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❀ Yoongi: that afternoon you were just hanging around with the boys as usual; sitting on the couch and nonchalantly looking through your phone, but as soon as you decided to rest your head on Yoongi’s lap and he started to gently stroke your hair, you were sound asleep in less than a minute. There was something to his touch that always managed to make you feel relaxed. He was just staring at you with a smile, the sight of you sleeping so peacefully making him soft, but after a while, when his name fell out of your lips in a groan, it would become a smirk. He’d feel you clutch at the hem of his shirt, still in your sleep, and it would drive him crazy; but when you moaned his name once again in a higher pitch and a louder tone, enough for everybody to hear, he’d quickly lift his head, staring at all the guys one by one dead in the eyes, daring them to say anything or make fun of the situation. Smirking satisfied when everybody lowered their heads and carried on with what they were doing without a word or even a small gesture, he’d continue to look at you with dreamy eyes and a soft smile, not wanting to risk waking you up by carrying you to his bed.

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❁ Hoseok: there simply wasn’t a most comfortable place in the world for you than Hobi’s arms; so you just couldn’t help but fall soundly asleep on his lap with your arms wrapped around his chest and your head on the crook of his neck. He’d be delighted by having you so close, but when he felt you start to whimper and call out his name in between little moans, he had no way of avoiding the rush of blood that went straight to his cheeks. He’d be so amused by the whole situation that it would take him a while to remember that you were with the rest of the boys there; being so caught up in the moment. He finally looked up to see them all staring, every one of them poorly holding back their laughter. When he saw Namjoon open up his mouth to probably make a witty comment; he just raised his eyebrows and puckered his lips a bit, in a mediocre effort to look unconcerned; but clearly letting him see the silent warning behind his gestures. He’d let out a satisfied grin when Namjoon simply closed his mouth and shook his head; tightening his embrace and clutching you even closer to him.

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✿ Namjoon: as much as you wanted to go home pronto that night to be alone with Namjoon; you couldn’t force yourself to make him leave early, so you obligingly accepted to stay until late hours of the night at the boy’s dorm. You knew he loved to be with his friends, and you absolutely didn’t mind either, you loved the guys as much as he did. But after a while you were so sleepy you couldn’t avoid closing your eyes and falling asleep with your head on Namjoon’s shoulder. Apparently, your neediness for him had some impact on your dreams; because you started to loudly moan his name and biting your lip while still asleep. He’d found the whole situation adorable; and couldn’t help the little laugh that escaped his mouth, watching you with loving eyes. He’d feel the boys staring, but he just didn’t care, too concentrated on how focused you look; and couldn’t avoid wondering what you’d be dreaming about. He’d finally took you in his arms and without saying a word he’d nod and stare significantly at the boys for a second before leaving, taking you home so you could peacefully continue your dreams, dreams that he’d make sure you told him all about in the morning.

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❀ Jimin: he’d know that you couldn’t control your dreams, that most definitely you weren’t doing it on purpose and that you would be absolutely mortified if you discovered that you had started to loudly moan his name in your sleep while all the boys were in the same room; but he couldn’t help getting a little turned on by the whole situation, wondering what you’d be dreaming about. Biting his lip, he’d try to suppress the smirk that was threatening to show, but still he’d snap out of it the exact moment he’d feel one of the boys let out a muffled laugh. Giving them a death stare that would have scared even the toughest person on Earth, he’d make sure no one even thought of making fun of you for it, and he’d gently carry you to his bed, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek before tucking you and himself in and wrapping his arms around you, falling asleep next to you, probably dreaming about some dirty things that had popped in his mind when he first heard you moaning his name.

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❁ Taehyung: the moment those six boys stepped into the apartment you shared with Tae; you knew that was going to be a long night. They were there to stay for a while. Probably until the sun came up. And you really didn’t care; you loved having them there, but at some point around four or five in the morning, you just couldn’t take it anymore, falling sound asleep on the couch at the soft caresses your boyfriend was leaving on your back. He was startled by the sound of you calling out his name… The boy loved hearing you say his name, and even more when it was mixed with little moans and growls, but the fact that you were dreaming about him would make him feel kinda proud. He’d find the whole thing amusing. But by the time he’d realize that you weren’t alone; he’d feel kinda bad at the smirks everyone portrayed on their faces. Still, he couldn’t help smiling at your peaceful dreaming face himself. He’d finally carry you to your bed and tuck you in, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead, not before warning everyone that if they ever brought it up ever again he’d kick their butts.

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✿ Jungkook: you were hanging out with everyone at the studio, where they had all been working late that night due to the comeback that was around the corner. You really wanted to be a good girlfriend and be supportive of Jungkook, staying up with him and with all the guys throughout the whole night; but you couldn’t avoid falling asleep on his lap while they were all taking a break. When you started to call out his name in a whisper; he thought something was wrong; maybe you felt sick or wanted him to take you home; but it wouldn’t take him long to realize that you were just dreaming. He’d smile softly at you, and he’d funnily scrunch his nose when he heard those whispers become moans. He tried to look at everyone with hard eyes to warn them to not make even the littlest comment; but he couldn’t pretend be harsh when he found your little moans so adorable. He was completely soft for you, and so he took no time and had no second thoughts about leaving early to take you home so you could peacefully rest.

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Take Your Pain {Part 2/2}

Steve x Reader

Summary: Soulmate AU in which Steve overestimates the powers of the super soldier serum and comes to a startling realization.

Prompt: You can choose to take the pain of your soulmate away (from this post)

Word Count:
Warnings: none

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You loved Angie with every fiber in your being but she could also be a huge, overprotective pain in the ass.

Since breaking your arm in the park a few days earlier she’d insisted that you stay at hers and while you were grateful for the help and love, staying cooped up in her apartment was beginning to drive you a little mad.

So as soon as she’d left for work that Monday morning, you awkwardly pulled on a pair of jeans, grabbed your purse and headed out for some fresh air and quality time spent alone.

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Wings of Change

Not for the first time Fareeha shouldered the door to Angela’s lab open, a steaming mug of something aromatic and spiced in each hand.

As always Angela is at her workstation, completely focused, barely reacting when Fareeha sets one mug down next to her.

“Angela? You’ve been in here for days, are you okay?”

Her voice came a bit rough and hurried, as if unused for some time and needing to get the words out quickly so as not to waste time “It’s not enough, Fareeha. It’s not good enough yet.”

Fareeha watches her working on the suit and raises an eyebrow. “Not good enough? Angela, you literally bring people back from the dead, what could possibly be more-”

“Not letting them die in the first place!” It was a snap, one Angela immediately regretted. Pinching the bridge of her nose she deflated, sinking into her chair. “Im sorry it’s just, it’s not about beating death, it’s about keeping those in my care alive…”

Fareeha is solemn for a moment, then rests a heavy hand on Mercy’s shoulder, leaning over her work with an engineer’s critical eye. “I understand. How can I help?”

There’s a moment of warmth at the offer followed by contemplation, a smile tugging at the doctor’s mouth.“I want you… to teach me to fly.”

Sooo...If you actually wanted to get into the BAU like the real one...umm what ya gotta do is

Step one: Graduate from high school (4 years) 

Step two: Get a bachelors in, Forensics, criminal justice, psychology, or any other related discipline (4 years)

Step three: Attend law enforcement academy (3-5 months)

Step 4: Garner experience in the field (SEVERAL years worth)

Step five: Engage in on going training (varies on time)

Step six: Optional: Attend the FBI academy (4 months) 

Step seven: Optional: get an advanced degree (2-4 years) so masters or PH.D

Oh also the FBI BAU you have to have at least a bachelors degree before even applying to the FBI academy. 

So taking that Spencer has 3 PH.D’s and 3 BA’s 
dude was in school from 14-24 when he got recruited from the FBI academy which he probs didn’t really have a lot of time in considering in season one he still couldn’t pass his gun re-qualifications, and Hotch said every 2 years he had to help him, so from 24 to when we see Reid at 28 in the first season, dude failed twice…but he spent 10 years, getting his degrees, and I just….


this came from me actually wondering what the qualifications were for the real FBI BAU….also those bitches be making 118,970 bucks a year, like okay shit. 

But like…I brain hurts just thinking about this much fucking school. 

Fuckboy! Yoon Jisung

A/N: Dedicated to @cremeyeon and the other anons who requested for fuckboy! Jisung. Hope you guys like it, please continue sending in your request :)

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“I fell in love with you because of the million things you never know you were doing.” 

  • type of fuckboy who dates multiple girls at once
  • But because he gives a label to their relationship, he’s going on dates with them and not exactly in a relationship with them
  • Girls date him in hopes of him taking them their relationship seriously cause he is sort of the best boyfriend ever???
  • He is caring, super sweet, gets you ice cream when they are on their period and can even cook a five-course meal for them
  • But two months later, if they ask him if they are boyfriend and girlfriend, he’s like ‘of course not, you are just a friend’
  • Yeah right, a friend who kisses them and walks them home 
  • The next thing you know, he just disappears from their life
  • When they talk to their friends about it, they realize they have been dating the same guy but they never brought it up cause they were on the ‘dating stage’
  • They can’t even be mad cause they were never exactly in a relationship and Jisung was seriously way too nice to be pissed off with
  • If Jisung was the super sweet guy, you were the complete opposite
  • You weren’t exactly cold but more like you prefer a close social group
  • Mainly also because you were someone who just drowns themselves in their job and you had no other time for anything else
  • You got mad at very small things and you come as being very intimidating, especially to your co-workers 
  • Despite being very young, you were the second in command of the sales department of a highly successful food chain
  • You worked your way up to your current position and you weren’t going to let anyone stop you
  • One day, your boss tells you that you were in charge of working with someone from the publicity department to introduce new ambassadors that will increase both the sales and publicity of the company 
  • our boss told you that the person who will you be working with was someone who singlehandedly built up all the social media followings for our company’s account
  • When you first met Jisung, you were quite shocked cause no offense, you were expecting some really old dude, considering how impressive his achievements were
  • but Jisung looked to be your age and handsome
  • This was probably the first time you met someone who could pull off a suit so well and plus his necktie was tie in a super fancy way along with a light cologne that smelled like fresh laundry
  • However, your impression of him changed super quickly
  • Every day, you would see him having lunch with a different girl, there was Hana from the Publicity Department, Jihyun from the Sales Department and Yuri from the Accounting Department etc
  • You decided that he was probably one of those people who just sleep around with other people and that you will only talk to him when necessary
  • You two began discussing the project, wanting to show the results as quickly as possible  
  • It became night time super quickly that you two decided to call it a night and met up the next day at a coffee shop near the office since it was a weekend
  • wow that was literally the first thought that came to mind when you saw Jisung out of his suit
  • He definitely had a great fashion sense as he while he was dressed casually in a pair black jeans and denim jacket, he still looked like a model walking a runway
  • But you then immediately shook the thought away and focused on the work
  • Supringsly, you two worked really well together like you guys agreed on hiring the super popular idol group, Wanna One as the ambassador 
  • within a day, you two had already typed out the contract, schedule and all the charts needed
  • You just basically needed your bosses’ signature to approve everything 
  • You were thoroughly impressed with how detailed Jisung was and he felt the same way as you cause you had so many ideas that would work really well with the product that will be launched alongside with the new ambassador
  • Your bosses immediately approved and it became a huge success
  • He invited you to dinner to celebrate the success and conversations flowed really easily between you two 
  • there was definitely a lot of chemistry going on like fireworks were sizzling by the end of the night but you told yourself that you never wanted to associate with a fuckboy like him cause what a waste of time 
  • Jisung, on the other hand, was like oh shit he was actually really into you
  • Each time he tried to ask you out, you just rejected him politely, saying you had to stay up at the office to finish up some work
  • Somehow, when it was dinner time, instead of eating instant noodles, there was always a homemade bento box and an energy drink on your desk every time you came back from taking a walk around the company’s garden so you could have a different environment for a bit instead of fixing your eyes on the computer’s screen the entire day
  • You had no idea who gave it to you but it always tasted so good that you really wanted to thank the person who was doing this as it has been going on the past two months
  • So you decided to come back a bit earlier than usual and you see Jisung walking out of your department and you were like what are you doing here???
  • He looked like he saw a ghost but he was like ‘oh I needed a pen cause no one from my department has an extra one.’ then quickly left
  • You became super suspicious so you decided to ask your friend who was in in the same department as him
  • she basically said that he would stay in the office during lunch hour just so he could leave a bit earlier before work ends and he would somehow come back just half an hour later with 2 bento boxes and say he was working overtime
  • You just sat there thinking, wondering if he did skip lunch just so he could make the bento
  • Your friend also told you how he just generally stopped being extremely flirty to girls cause a lot of girls in the office had tried to ask him for lunch but he just flatly refused them 
  • On that day itself, you decided to purposely not go for a walk and waited for him by sitting another cubicle
  • Before you knew it, you saw Jisung approaching your cubicle, his eyes darting around if looking out for anyone who could catch him
  • That was when you called up his name, your eyes gleaming
  • That was when he knew he was caught and gave up making any excuses
  • “I was just worried how you weren’t getting enough nutrients from eating all the instant food and you are a very special person to me, I hope you know that I’m not playing around this time.” 
  •  For a moment you were still questioning his motive which he continued saying that he had to come to work at like 7am to finish up his work so he could prepare your dinner
  • Your heart fluttered cause you never had a boy cook for you nor had a homemade meal in ages
  • You always thought it was a lie when films said that a food can show emotions, but you could tell how much effort and love he put it in his cooking
  • You told him not to bring the bento box again and his face fell
  • “Is it not good or something? At least let me make it -”
  • “I want it served in a plate at your place, is that too much to ask?”
  • a very caring boyfriend and can easily read your mood swings and soothe you down by giving you shoulder massages
  • will definitely prepare you a very romantic candlelit dinner for your anniversary with rose petals and everything
  • but other dates are probably just like netflix and ordering pizza with wine cause you two are too tired from work
  • you two will literally be the most fashionable couple on Instagram
  • But while your followers are always saying how you guys look super cool and all, deep down, you two will be sending memes to each other and just outright burning each other lol
  • lots of late night talks and one day, you guys decided to open your own company and it became super successful 
  • despite that, you two will always find time for each other and well, your office was technically next to each other anyway
  • You still insist on him cooking for you cause the last time you cooked, everything was burned but he still ate it and said it was delicious
  • Also, would have this really cute garden in the house you guys will share 
Why is school the only part of my life you care about?
Why do you ask me about my test scores but not about my feelings?
Why do you tell your friends how you’re proud of my grades,
but not my kind heart or creative mind?
The fact that the first thing you ask me at dinner is
how my finals are going is so sickening
I almost stopped eating right then and there.
The night those college letters came,
you happily announced my PSAT scores to my father
before suggesting I go study some more,
then changing your mind and telling me to read
all the letters out loud to the family instead.
I still can’t believe that happened.
The whole thing was insane,
and I was the only one who could see that.
I’m more than a number.
I’m not just a bit of small talk you can
brag about to your friends.
You couldn’t hear the malice in my voice
as I read those letters.
You couldn’t tell I hated every syllable
printed on that crisp white paper.
All you can see are the numbers on my report card,
and those are mattering less and less to me every day.
—  sincerely, your straight A daughter // c.r.h.
|A Theory pt 2|


GENRE: Smut, Angst, Pure unadulterated nonsense 


My eyes widened at Yugyeom’s words.

“E-excuse me?” I squeaked.

Yugyeom chuckled, burying his face in my neck.

“I didn’t stutter sweetheart” he whispered, heartedly kissing the side of my neck.

“So I raised a sex fiend is what you’re telling me?” Jinyoung tsked again while Yugyeom just chuckled.

“Sex fiend is a bit much hyung” Yugyeom spoke, his shy nature slipping through.

The whiplash with this boy was ridiculous.

“You have no damn right to talk about what’s too much after that” Jackson spoke up, dusting himself from off and standing up straight.

“What was this theory though?” Mark asked with an eyebrow raised.

Why did he have to fucking ask that? I felt my cheeks burn at the question and I began to fidget, lowering my gaze.

“Please. You’ve almost fucked the maknae in front of us and now you’re embarrassed? Really?” JB pointed out, obviously amused.

Yugyeom pulled me over to one of the couches where he sat down, pulling me into his lap and wrapping his arms around my waist. He kissed my cheek sweetly and I had to tone down my heart’s exaggerated reaction so I wouldn’t over think his actions.

“Go on, talk” He encouraged gently.

“Is he seducing her?” Jinyoung asked incredulously.

“What did I fucking tell you?” Bambam exclaimed.

“Look we can discuss Yugyeom’s sex  preferences later. As for right now, answer the question princess” JB said, effectively turning the conversation back to me.

I ignored the slight raise in my pulse at the nickname best I could as I hid my face behind my mass of curls.

“Do I have to?” I whined.

I felt a hand brush my curls away from my neck, placing a kiss to the base of it. The tension from my body disappeared almost altogether but was immediately replaced by sexual frustration and longing. His lips were so close to my spot. A few inches down and I’d be done for. I barely registered Yugyeom’s low and breathy “please” as scenarios involving both my spine and a certain group of boys invaded my thoughts. In my blissed out state I began to talk.

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Anonymous asked: (jock!dean & nerd!cas) Cas sending Dean one of those school anon flower valentines day things with a little personalized note (cough cough mean girls) but thinking he’s not going to notice his specially. Little does he know Dean sent one to him as well.

Castiel was staring at the bulletin board, his mouth dry and his heart hammering against his rib cage as he read the new announcement.

Valentine’s Day 2016 at Lawrence High

Anonymously send a rose with personal note to the one you desire, our cupid will deliver the message on Friday February 12th.’

There was more information about how and where to leave your message, but Castiel knew that he had to talk himself out of this horrible idea before he gave in. Because he was this close to actually doing it. This close to acting on his feelings, to throw caution to the wind. This close to finally doing something about his crush on the most popular guy in school.

“Hey, Cas!” A cheerful voice called his name from not too far away, and suddenly an arm was casually draped around his shoulder. “I can already tell what you’re thinking, and I think that you should go for it.”

Charlie Bradbury, Castiel’s best friend, was wiggling her eyebrows at him, nodding at the school’s special Valentine’s offer.

Castiel sighed, shaking his head. “It’s pointless, we both know that.”

“Oh come on, you won’t know for sure if you don’t try!” Charlie countered immediately, one of her hands ruffling Castiel’s hair. “And honestly, if I have to watch you pine after Dean Winchester for another year, I will end up needing therapy.”

“It is not funny.” Castiel grumbled, giving his friend a sideways glare.

“You’re right, it’s not.” Charlie agreed. “Therapy costs a fortune.

“Charlie!” Castiel warned, lightly smacking his friend’s arm as he continued to glower at her.

Charlie surrendered, holding up her hands, calling a truce.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry! I’m just saying, as a friend, that this is your chance, Cas. And it’s anonymous, so what do you have to lose, really?”

Castiel sighed, staring at the bulletin board again as he pondered that question.

“My sanity?” He offered after some time had passed.

Charlie shrugged. “Even better. If it doesn’t work out you can join me in therapy, maybe we’ll get a group discount.”

When Castiel reached out to reprimand her with another gentle slap to the arm, she moved out of the way before he could strike.

“Look, all I’m saying is, think about it. And before you start the whole he’s-popular-and-I’m-not argument again… It shouldn’t matter, as far as I know, Dean’s nice to everyone.” Charlie said, more serious now. “I gotta get to class, but I’ll see you at lunch, alright?”

Castiel muttered a goodbye in return when Charlie turned around and took off, feeling anxious as he considered the idea once more. The wise thing would be to forget about it altogether…


One week later, Castiel was deeply regretting the decision he’d made.

February 12th. He froze in his seat the second the door to the classroom opened in the middle of Math class. In walked Garth Fitzgerald, the janitor. Some students said that Garth wasn’t right in the noodle. When looking at him now, dressed in nothing but a giant white diaper with a pair of fake wings and a bow and arrow to match, Castiel suspected that they were right.

“I come bearing gifts.” Garth declared in a dramatic tone, holding up his right hand, the one that held at least fifteen red roses.

To make matters worse, of course it had to happen during the only class that Castiel shared with Dean. This was a scene taken directly from one of Castiel’s worst nightmares.

Garth was handing out roses here and there, and Castiel bit his lip, sinking lower in his chair, mortified. Jo Harvelle got one, and so did Victor Henriksen. Meg Masters got two, and Meg’s friend Ruby had scored three.

“Dean Winchester, six for you, the school record.” Garth whistled as he dumped the roses on Dean’s desk with an elegant hand gesture.

Dean frowned, green eyes narrowing. He looked sincerely surprised.

Castiel breathed out for the first time in what felt like ages, feeling a little defeated. Dean got six, of course. It wasn’t the first time that Castiel was reminded of just how doomed his infatuation with the guy truly was. He made up his mind there and then; he was never going to confess that one of those roses was his doing. Dean would never know that one of the messages came from Castiel, and everything would go back to normal.

“Castiel Novak, one for you.”

Castiel flinched when Garth’s voice was practically singing his name. Next thing he knew, a rose was placed on his desk. Almost all of Castiel’s classmates were staring at him, shock painted on their faces. Dean wasn’t one of them though, he was stiffly staring down at the roses on his own desk.

Garth had already moved on to another victim, and Castiel blinked at his rose, dumbstruck. There had to be some kind of misunderstanding. No one ever even paid attention to shy Castiel Novak with the dorky glasses.

Curious nonetheless, Castiel discreetly checked the card.

‘You’re awesome, don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise. PS: I think I could drown in your eyes, and I wouldn’t even mind if did.’

Castiel tried to hide a laugh. This had ‘Charlie’ written all over it. This was a typical case of Castiel’s best friend trying to make him feel better. He could appreciate the joke, and he was kind of thankful that she’d taken the time to make him feel like less of an outcast.

He decided to go find her as soon as class ended, so that he could thank her.


Charlie was at the library, using one of the school computers. Castiel grinned as he hugged her from behind, surprising her.

“Whoa, Cas. What was that for? You never hug unless it’s a matter of life or death.” Charlie accused as she turned her head, dragging her eyes away from the screen. “The last time you hugged me was back in kindergarten when my cat died.”

Castiel rolled his eyes. So perhaps she was right, but that was not the point.

“Very funny… I just wanted to thank you for getting me a rose, that was nice of you. The part about drowning in my eyes was impressive, especially considering that you’re not even into males.”

Charlie’s hands slid away from the keyboard, and she turned in her chair to stare up at Castiel, appearing to be completely clueless.

“Rose?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. “That sure as hell wasn’t me… I sent you a friendship card, it should be waiting for you in the mail when you get home.”

There was no doubt that Charlie was speaking the truth; Castiel knew his friend well enough to detect when she was lying.

Castiel’s blood turned to ice. Someone had pranked him. Great. Predictable, but embarrassing all the same. Without thinking, Castiel rushed out of the library. He heard Charlie call after him, but he didn’t stop, aiming for some fresh air and some alone time instead…


It was chilly outside, even though the sun was struggling to break through the clouds. Castiel shivered as he took in the empty school yard. It wasn’t time for lunch break yet, which meant that he was alone. Perfect.

He made his way over to a group of trees, sitting down on a wooden bench that was still slightly damp. Putting down his bag, he took a deep breath. Now that he could think clearly, he realized that he was overreacting. It had simply been a prank, and whoever had pulled it, at least the message hadn’t included any mean or harmful words…


Castiel nearly fell off the bench at the sound of that voice, deep and warm, calling his name so casually.

“Hello…” Castiel mumbled as he looked up into troubled green eyes. “Dean.” He added in an even smaller voice when he realized that this was probably bad news.

Like this, Dean was towering over him, and Castiel felt the need to get up to his feet as well, so that they at least were on the same level. When he did just that, Dean was even closer, and Castiel took a tiny step back.

Did Dean know? Had someone found out about Castiel sending him that rose? Castiel felt sick to his stomach at the mere thought.

“Can I talk to you, Cas?”

For reasons unknown, Dean sounded nothing like the confident guy that Castiel knew, and it was a bit unsettling.

“I… Yes, I guess.” Castiel permitted helplessly, trapped by both those eyes and the intense look on that handsome face.

Dean nodded, but stayed silent for a brief amount of time, as if collecting his thoughts. Castiel shamelessly used that pause to count the freckles on Dean’s nose, until he caught himself in the act and swiftly averted his eyes.

“Look, I think this whole anonymous thing with the roses is one big load of crap.” Dean suddenly stated out of the blue, breaking the silence and making Castiel look up at him again. “I mean, why send someone a message if you’re not even gonna tell them it’s you, right? Besides, it’s weird and awkward…”

Oh no… Dean knew. It felt like Dean’s gaze was boring right into Castiel’s very soul, digging up all of the secrets that he’d tried to keep hidden for so long.

Castiel contemplated running away and hiding in a cave forever, or moving to the other side of the country. Anything, something to get away from Dean Winchester, as well as impending humiliation. But Castiel was not a coward, never had been. He stood a little straighter, squaring his shoulders, a confession on his lips, just waiting to spill out.

“I’m sorry, Dean…” He apologized, loud and clear. “Sending you that rose was stupid, I know it was irrational, and I should’ve known that it would make you uncomfortable. I wasn’t thinking…”

The dumbfounded expression on Dean’s face that followed after, was not what Castiel had anticipated. This entire conversation was getting more confusing by the minute.

You? No Cas, I was talking about me!” Dean blurted out, face turning pink. “I sent you a rose… I think you’re cute, and smart, and your eyes are just… they’re gorgeous, okay? That’s what I’m trying to tell you, because otherwise what even would the point be, huh?”

Dean was grinning sheepishly, one hand rubbing the back of his neck as he waited for Castiel to say something.

Castiel couldn’t believe what he was hearing, shocked that Dean even knew he existed, let alone that he’d taken an interest in Castiel.

“So did you… Was I the only one who got a rose from you?” Castiel eventually questioned, not knowing what else to say.

Dean put his hand over his heart in mock offense. “Of course! I think one Valentine’s date at a time is enough, don’t you.” He winked at Castiel, and Castiel was officially lost.

“Y-You want to ask me on a date, Dean?”

“Yeah, I do…” Dean replied with a grin. “But first, I wanna know which one of those six messages was yours.”

Again, Castiel was reminded of his competition, but he suddenly felt less nervous. This was Dean, captain of the football team, the popular kid, yet he seemed genuinely vulnerable when talking to Castiel. It made Castiel confident enough to tease him a little.

“How about you guess which one it was?” Castiel said, tilting his head as he challenged Dean.

Dean weighed his options, squinting at Castiel. “Okay… Do I get a bonus if I guess it right away?”

Castiel laughed at Dean’s obvious enthusiasm. “You’ll see.”

Again, Dean was staring at him, as if trying to lift the answer straight from Castiel’s mind. Castiel gladly took yet another opportunity to map Dean’s freckles.

“Ha!” Dean shouted triumphantly, almost making Castiel jump. “It was the message that compared my freckles to the constellations, wasn’t it!”


Lucky for Dean, Castiel wasn’t a sore loser. Dean had earned that bonus, fair and square. In a moment of extreme bravery, Castiel stood on his tiptoes and lightly kissed Dean on the lips. When Dean pulled him closer and started kissing him back, Castiel could tell that this was going to be the best Valentine’s day ever.

(gif not mine)

Coincidence: Chapter 1

Chapter 2   Chapter 3   Chapter 4

Pairings: V (Taehyung) x reader

Gender: Female

Synopsis: Life for (Y/N) had been, for the most part, normal. She worked, went to college, went to parties, had friends, you know, the basics. However, all of this changed when she started seeing a mysterious, attractive, and most of all dangerous man everywhere after one fatal night that seemed to be just a coincidence.

Genre: Mafia AU

Warnings: Cursing/swearing, slight violence (not a lot though)

Word Count: 1,110

It was late at night when you first saw him. You were on your way home from your job at the coffee shop and ready to go die in a hole. Work had tired you out even more than usual, and with finals coming up you had little to no time to relax. Why were finals even necessary? They barely even affected your grade! It feels like they were only put into this world to make you suffer.

You sighed as you continued walking home, ranting about finals in your sleep deprived mind. Suddenly, a strong gust of cold, winter air blew in your face, almost throwing you to the ground.

“At this rate I’m gonna catch a cold,” you sighed, annoyed at the fact that the only reason you were walking home was because your friend failed to pick you up. Well, you couldn’t blame her, it was almost one in the morning, who would come and pick you up at this hour?  

“For fucks sake, why didn’t I buy a car!” you whined, feeling all the stress that has been piling up on you slowly leave your body. You shouldn’t throw a tantrum in the street, it’ll draw unwanted attention to yourself, and that’s the last thing you want to deal with at the moment. You took a deep breath and continued walking.

“Hey! He’s trying to run, get him!” a deep voice shouted from an alley a few feet ahead.

Suddenly, a well-dressed man came dashing out of the alley, heading straight for you. You quickly jumped out of his way, hiding behind a few trashcans. This wasn’t a bad neighborhood, was it? You have never seen any gang members lurking around this part of the city, why are they a threat now? You peeked out from the side of the trashcan to see where the man had gone. He was fast, he was almost close enough to (what you assumed to be) his car. However, he wasn’t fast enough. Three beefy men soon came out of the alley running twice his speed, tackling him to the ground in no time. Suddenly, you heard a deep laugh come from the direction of the alley.

“You thought you could get away, cute,” the mysterious man laughed once again.

Was this the gang leader? What if he saw you? Would you get mugged too? He slowly walked over to the struggling man. One thing you noticed right off the bat was that all these people were so well dressed. They can’t be gangsters, can they? They were all well-dressed, so they obviously had no need for money. Who were they, then? Nevertheless, you still were scared to the point where you could piss yourself.

Once the man finally reached the others he reached into his pocket and took out a gun. It took you every ounce of strength in your body to refrain from screaming. What the fuck! Holy shit, was he going to shoot him?

“I suggest you stop struggling and we can get down to business, now, where’s the money you owe?” the man questioned while pointing the gun to the other’s head.

“I don’t owe you anything, V, it’s the boss that does.”

V, what type of name was that? That can’t be his real name.

“Well then, where’s the money that ‘the boss’ owes?” V growled.

“I don’t know, why don’t you ask him?” the other man replied rudely. V nodded to the two beefy men holding the other down. One of the men held the victim in place while the other kicked him in the gut, causing him to spit out blood.

“I advise you to not give me an attitude, and I might let you go alive,” he said, smiling sadistically.

The man took many deep breathes before answering. He look like he was about to pass out from the amount of pain he received.

“Come on, what do they call you? Oh, yes, Jackson Wang, isn’t it? Come on, Jackson, just tell me where the money is and I’ll let you go home to your family and friends. Doesn’t that sound nice?” V urged on the man called Jackson with a teasing tone, as if this was all a game to him.

As bad as it sounds, you didn’t want anything to do with this right now, it all seemed so surreal. Deep down, you really wanted to help Jackson, clearly this wasn’t his fault, it was his boss’s fault. However, right now your priority was to get home and get to bed. All you had to do was get out of the area as quietly as possible. That shouldn’t be so hard right? You carefully started to crawl away from the trashcans and in the direction of your home. However, luck didn’t seem to be on your side today when you knocked over one of the trashcans you were hiding behind.

“Shit”, you cursed, drawing V and his henchmen’s attention towards you, conveniently giving Jackson the chance to escape and get in his car.

“Get her!” V yelled at his henchmen, causing you to run like you were in the Olympics.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whispered as you ran along the sidewalk, heading towards Downtown. They wouldn’t be able to get you there, there should still be an abundance of people even if it’s late at night, not to mention all the lights. Your adrenaline was through the roof right now, making you run the fastest you’ve ran.

“Speed up you dumb asses! She’s getting away!” you heard V yell behind you.

It didn’t matter if they sped up now, however. Downtown was right in sight, and, just as you had predicted, it was still bustling with people despite the time. You quickly ran into the crowd, hoping to make them lose sight of you. Luckily, you looked back just in time to catch the three men heading back the direction you came from.

“Holy shit, I need to start working out,” you breathed out as your adrenaline high came down and the fatigue hit you like a bus. On the bright side, you got away from those men, and even saved a man’s life! However, what still plagued your mind was the fact that they weren’t gangsters. They were too well-dressed to be gangsters, so what were they? Why did they have guns? Why did Jackson’s “boss” even owe money in the first place? You shook these thoughts from your head and started walking back home once again, but one thought didn’t seem to go away.

Why was V so attractive?            

Being Constantine's Apprentice and apart of Young Justice Headcanons

A/N: I loved writing these


Being John Constantine’s Apprentice and joining Young Justice would include:

> The Team being completely shocked when Hellblazer walks in, introducing his apprentice of many years who wasn’t just a rumour.

> “Listen up mates, this is (y/n) (l/n), my apprentice and hopefully a new addition to your team.”
“Ah! It’s nice to meet you (y/n) my name is Miss Martian but you can call me Megan!”
After some introductions, you were left to your own devices.
“Raise some hell (y/n), I’ll talk to you later!”
“That’s not helping me make a good impression Johnny!”

> Exchanging stories about missions and travels as well as some life lessons you’ve all learnt on each of them.

> Using magic to play pranks on your teammates which usually initiates team-ups with Kid Flash or Robin.

> Having magic symbols drawn on your walls and different areas of the cave for practice and protection. The Team find it fascinating and have a competition going to see who can find the most. Aqualad is currently in the lead, he’s very observant.

> The team asking you to show them some magic because they’ve heard good and crazy bad things about Constantine and his apprentice.

> Kid Flash flirting with you and you giving it back. On friendly terms of course.

> Artemis loving the fact she has another badass on the team and became a very good friend.

> Bonding with Aqualad over the traveling you’ve done and knowledge on Atlantean society.
“You didn’t have to do this.”
“No I didn’t, but can you enjoy this gesture instead of being wonderfully selfless?”
“You prepared this very well, thank you (y/n).”
“You’re welcome Kaldur.”

> Wolf taking a liking to you and you helping Superboy with Sphere and it’s abilities. Generally being there for Connor if he needs someone to talk to.

> Just how Robin disappears on you guys, you do the same to him.
“(Y/n), do you think we would -” When he turns to face you, he guessed you disappeared on him.
“Oh haha, that’s supposed to be my thing.”
“One difference is that I’m still here~” You whispered, to freak him out a little and it worked.
“(Y/n)! Can you not turn invisible?”

> Zatana being wary at first since you bend the rules of magic and are capable of using spells she was always told were forbidden. But that came with being Constantine’s sidekick.

> M'gann accidentally reading your mind as a form of communication and being shocked when you respond and show her around because humans aren’t supposed to be capable of this???
“(Y/n), what are Demons?”
“We can skip that part, some things I’ve seen are best left alone.”
“So Hell?”
“Yes, that’s one of those things Constantine and I keep to ourselves.”

> Constantine randomly coming in to check on you and sometimes through illusions which startles anyone around you. But the whole team low-key think John is awesome.

> John teaching you new spells every so often and when this happens the Team makes a run for it.
“How’re you getting on kiddo?”
“Same old, same old.”
“Great, I have a new spell - got a test subject on hand?”
“Yeah I - no. No, my teammates have mysteriously disappeared…”

> If you get a mission that involves supernatural forces or magic pretty much the whole team is fighting over being your partner or Zatanas’.

> Being able to understand Zatana’s various languages and backward jibberish over mindlink and joining her. Hence leaving some members of the team with a headache.

> Group outings to random places, including different countries because M'gann’s bioship is really useful.

> Having each other’s backs both on the field and off it. Actually all becoming really great friends who’d you’d trust with your life.

Enjolras is intensely, almost aggressively affectionate.

Enjolras is so concerned with other people’s health - sometimes even ignoring his own if he thinks he needs to look after them. 

He will almost literally mother hen the sick person into bed rest, chicken soup and other prescribed medication, and he’s been known to stay at the person’s side until he himself falls sick from exhaustion, just to make sure his friend gets better. Naturally, this makes the sick person feel bad for worrying Enjolras (and making him sick the process!) so naturally they behave themselves and actually get better.

Despite the fact that it’s borderline emotional manipulation, Joly almost shamelessly uses Enjolras as a threat when looking after his Les Amis patients. “Do you want me to tell Enjolras that you’ve decided to go to work even though it’s raining outside and you’re still recovering from the flu? No? Good. Now drink your tea and get a couple more hours of sleep; I promise I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Enjolras’s over-protectiveness of Cosette is almost legendary. 

It’s not because he thinks she’s weak and needs constant protecting. No, never that. It’s because he loves her in a manner that has little to do with being cousins and everything to do with the fact that she was his one true friend growing up. They both came from affluent families, and the children of their parents’ circle were almost universally selfish and entitled and Enjolras had had many fights with all those brats who had believed that he was only play acting at caring about the welfare of those who were less fortunate than them. And Cosette, well, she’d been right there next to him, throwing punches and getting her clothes dirty.

So Enjolras loves her with a ferocity that has Marius almost faint with fear the first time she introduces the shy young man to her family. Never mind that her father had a shadowy reputation from having spent years in jail, Marius had learnt very quickly that there was nothing scarier than Enjolras giving The Shovel Talk.

“You do know what the shovel talk is, don’t you?” the tall blond asks almost mildly.

“Yes, yes of course,” Marius agrees hastily.

“And will we need to have it?”

“No, of course not.”

Enjolras raises an eyebrow at him. “You’re sure?”


Enjolras nods, then walks off in the direction of the dining table where his parents are already seated with his Uncle Valjean.

It takes Marius another five minutes of Cosette’s gentle encouragement to coax him into joining them for dinner.

Enjolras has elevated buying gifts into an art form.

He can literally take hours picking out a card, and let’s not even get started on the process of buying the gift itself. Combeferre has over the years learnt to just to go with it, so when he and Enjolras go to buy gifts together, he brings a book, or loads his tablet with news that he needs to catch up on. 9/10 times he can find a cafe to sit in and wait for his friend.

Courfeyrac, on the other hand, opts for the opposite approach; if he can’t convince Enjolras to order Christmas presents online– 

(”But it’s so impersonal, Courf!”

“Enjolras, the fact that you already know what to get that person indicates that you’ve put a lot of thought into choosing the gift - you can’t get much more personal than that. You’ve already out a lot of mental effort into it, no need to add physical effort if you don’t need to.”)

–he offers to buy the presents himself. Which means having to navigate the Christmas crowds himself, but it’s still better than standing in the men’s underwear section for two hours waiting for Enjolras pick out appropriate socks for all their friends (”It’s meant to be the coldest winter in decades, Courf - everyone needs comfortable socks made from the finest merino wool!”)

Enjolras attacks courtship like a medieval knight storming a castle in order to win the hand of his beloved.

After several painful conversations with his friends, being on the receiving end of The Shovel Talk from Eponine and Bahoral, and finally - after years of  obliviousness and a few months of denial - scraping up enough courage to do something about his crush on Grantaire, Enjolras has A Plan.

Given their history of antagonism and Enjolras’s rather unfortunate tendency towards throwing harsh words at Grantaire when their arguments get a little too heated, his friends suggested that he start with showing Grantaire first that he’s special to Enjolras, that way when Enjolras finally confessed his feelings, his actions would back up his words quite nicely.

So Enjolras grits his teeth when Grantaire is being particularly obnoxious in his latest rebuttal of Enjolras’s proposals, thanking him sweetly for the insightful points and promising to take them into consideration. That’s Enjolras showing patience and his willingness to listen, even though Grantaire looks confused for the next hours.

When Grantaire shows up at Combeferre’s apartment soaking wet and shivering because he hadn’t checked the weather forecast and didn’t realise that they’d be having a thunderstorm that night, Enjolras storms into Combeferre’s room to grab some clothes, frog-marches Grantaire into the bathroom and stands over him to make sure that Grantaire is properly dry and warm, and not cold and in danger of catching pneumonia. That’s Enjolras being personally concerned with Grantaire’s well-being, even though Grantaire blushes and changes behind the shower curtain in a sudden fit of modesty.

On the night of Grantaire’s exhibit, Enjolras clears his work calendar, reminds Cosette to pick him up so that he’d have to go to the gallery, then promptly buys half of the pieces on sale. He doesn’t understand why Cosette gives him a kiss on the cheek, Courfeyrac laughs at him, and his parents sigh in resignation when the pieces are delivered a week later. That’s Enjolras supporting Grantaire’s interest, even though Grantaire stares at him with a mixture of terror, disbelief and awe when he hands over his credit card to Grantaire’s eager agent.

When Enjolras finally confesses his feelings, he has a speech ready, a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of (what he is told to be) Grantaire’s favourite wine. He starts his confession by quoting Mr. Darcy (because he has read and researched dammit, and Mr. Darcy is apparently the epitome of a swoon-worthy gentleman), but he only gets up to “You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you” before Grantaire falls off his chair laughing. But then Grantaire decides to kiss him stupid afterwards so Enjolras guesses the embarrassment is worth it after all.

So, going along with creepy little things that may or may not make EU a mostly believable chain of events, I think I befriended a forest.

Heads up, this might just random chance or coincidences; or i’m just dumb. Any way, the story goes like this: I lived close to my old school, and due to that fact I used to walk through this one forest to get to it, if the weather was nice. I do this for a few years, I think between about 5-8th grade. In between 7th and 8th, though, I start to take my dog for walk through the forest as well. Then, about in the middle of 8th grade, I found this little deer trail thingy (keep in mind that most of the trails skirt the edge of the forest, but this one cuts right into the middle) that I started to blaze into a person trail. The first dozen times through, I always came back with a ton of ticks trying to get at my flesh, burrs sticking to every surface of my body (legitimately every–I once spent ~2 hours picking those stupid burrs off me), and thorns grabbed at my clothes all the time (and not those big ones, either, they were the tiny little buggers that are like little knives and love ankles). This isn’t mentioning the fact that the forest had a really rather oppressive feel to it; it wanted me out and gone. After I had gone in and out of the forest time and time again, I would always come back sporting less burrs, almost no ticks, and maybe once or twice a thorn would peck at me, not to mention the fact that the demeanor of the forest was lightening (instead of being ‘what the actual bloodily fresh hell are you doing here you freaking idiot leave’ it was more along the lines of ‘oh hey wassup you’re cool just don’t bring anyone else with you oh yea wanna see this one tree that fell over that i’m turning into a flower bed’). Between 8th and the middle of freshman year, though, I wasn’t able to get at the forest much, as it rained quite a bit so it was always soggy enough to be muddy. I got busy with schoolwork and then winter rolled around. During winter break, though, I decided I wanted to go back and stroll though the forest, where I got a face full of branches and thorns, and a pair of boots covered in burrs; however, after the initial 'greeting,’ the rest of the trail was mostly bare of those obstacles. Kinda spooky, kinda nice, kinda cool.