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GOT7 As Roommates

So I was reminded of the one I did for BTS (which you could find here) and I thought this would be a cute thing to do <3

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(hot ass)

  • he strikes me as a dad type
  • like he’ll be kinda protective of you, making sure you don’t stay out too late and come home at the right time.
  • he’ll say that it’s to keep a watch on you but he lowkey misses you.
  • typical dad always ends up falling asleep on the sofa.
  • so you always have to shake him to get him to actually go to bed.
  • you’ll feel really awkward when you accidentally call him dad bc he basically is
  • “is this a new fetish or something?”
    “shut up im jaebum”
  • also just another gross male that you have to deal with.
  • “leader of got7 or president of the US i don’t care, just wash the dishes”
  • people often mistake him for your boyfriend bc you guys are weirdly comfortable around him.
  • he’ll probably just walk around half naked with no shame
  • you’ll just throw his dirty laundry to get him to put clothes on.
  • does get a lil’ awkward if you’re ever upset.
  • will shyly admit he ordered take out to cheer you up and you chill for the rest of the evening.
  • he’ll get quite angry if someone has upset you or work is giving you a hard time but won’t show it.
  • since he’s a dad for thot7 as well, just expect the guys to often be over.
  • reliable dad friend roommate beom ™
  • you always make him cringe or make fun (in a friendly way okay)
  • you’ll be over sitting in a weird position on the sofa you’ll just be like “the a teaser, amirite” and poor boy would die of cringe.
  • with that weird dinosaur laugh he has

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How Louis Tomlinson survived the break-up of the world’s biggest boy band and became his own man

The Observer Magazine 25 Jun 2017

Photographs ALEX BRAMALL Fashion editor HELEN SEAMONS

Coming out of a dissolving boy band must be a bit like being an entrant in one of those dystopian jungle fights –a Hunger Games- style event in which bandmates are scattered across an unknown terrain and challenged to slog their lonely route back to fame. Justin Timberlake, after NSync, enjoyed the unsporting edge of natural talent and crushed his former colleagues. Robbie Williams looked supreme in the Take That scrimmage, at least until Gary Barlow circled back, gathered up the other three, and made the fight a more compelling four- on- one. By the time One Direction announced they were to go on indefinite hiatus in 2015, many of us were familiar enough with the conventions of boy-band bloodsport to start picking favourites for the coming melee.

Harry Styles – charming, a grinner – was best placed to succeed on his own. Big-lunged Zayn Malik was already out of the band by that time and had used his head start to good effect, preparing a solo album that went to No 1. Liam Payne and Niall Horan – always second-tier members – were given middling chances. And ranked last in any serious analysis, the most fitfully appreciated member of One Direction, was Louis Tomlinson. Here was a combatant you might expect to find curled up in a fox hole on the battlefield, pale and chain-smoking.

It is in roughly this position I find the 25-yearold, one afternoon earlier this summer. Slender, tracksuited, a little wan under his manicured facial hair, Tomlinson sits on a garden bench outside the photographer’s studio and rewards himself with an entire pack of cigarettes. “I know, I know,” he says of the smoking. “It’s not great. But there’s so much hurry-up-and-wait in this job. It helps me get ready to go again.”

I’ve often wondered why the fringe members of boy bands do this to themselves. Why they gather themselves to “go again”. As Tomlinson acknowledges, in One Direction he was seen by some as “forgettable, to a certain degree”. “The others have always been… Like Niall, for example. He’s the most lovely guy in the world. Happy-go-lucky Irish, no sense of arrogance. And he’s fearless. There are times I’ve thought: ‘I’d have a bit of that.’ Zayn, back in the day. He could relate to me on a nerves level. In the first year we were both the least confident. But Zayn has a fantastic voice and for him it was always about owning that. Liam always had a good stage presence, same as Harry, they’ve both got that ownership. Harry comes across very cool. Liam’s all about getting the crowd going, doing a bit of dancing…” And then there’s you. “And then there’s me.” Tracks from Tomlinson’s solo record have been playing inside the studio. They’re modest, rather lovely pop songs that in their quiet way seem to acknowledge his underdog status. Tomlinson lights another cig. “You know I didn’t sing a single solo on the X Factor,” he says, recalling the time back in 2010, when One Direction were first put together as a band on the ITV reality show. “A lot of people can take the piss out of that. But when you actually think about how that feels, standing on stage every single week, thinking: ‘What have I really done to contribute here? Sing a lower harmony that you can’t really hear in the mix?” He guesses, smiling wryly, that in those months he was best known as “The kid wearing espadrilles, stood in’t back.”

Not the best singer, not the high-energy guy, not the dude, Tomlinson discovered he was the one in the band who was most tuned into backstage logistics – the one who paid attention when “the 20th approval form” was passed around for a signature. “And if there was any bad news that needed giving to the label I’d always be designated to have the argument.” Later this would lead to Tomlinson founding a small record label of his own, Triple String, and to starting a side project managing a girl band. In his day job with One Direction, meanwhile, he toured the world, released five albums and amassed a large, equal-parts fortune like the rest of the boys. Somewhere en route, Tomlinson says, he found his feet as a performer. “In the last year of One Direction I was probably the most confident I ever was. And then it was: ‘OK, hiatus!’”

Tomlinson argued against it, he says, when the band first sat down to discuss separation. “It wasn’t necessarily a nice conversation. I could see where it was going.” Tomlinson remembers his instinctive assumption being simple. He would step away – try writing for other people, keep his label going, wait the “two years, five years, whatever it be” until One Direction reformed. “If you’d asked me a year or 18 months ago: ‘Are you going to do anything as a solo artist?’ I’d have said absolutely not.”

What changed? If the management stuff made you happy, I say, why not sit back and focus on that? “But then I’d be conceding,” he says. Conceding to who? To what? He waves his hand in the air. He could mean anything:

Niall is the most lovely guy, Zayn has the voice, Harry is very cool, Liam gets the crowd going… And then there’s me

I honestly think they’ll write books about One Direction fans. They are so fanatical. The intensity. It’s remarkable

history, bandmates, doubters, the press. Tomlinson is quiet for a while and eventually says: “I’m trying to work out why it is that I’m [doing this], now that you’ve asked that question.” He fidgets and trials a few answers that run out of steam. “It’s frustrating, because I know what I want to say and I can’t articulate it.” He pats for his lighter. The odds are against this tilt, Tomlinson seems to understand. But as we start to talk through his reasons for at least trying, I find myself hoping that this Last Directioner makes an unlikely go of it after all.

pop industry has an ineREASON ONE . TH E luctable momentum, and the star who begins something ( like a skier inching off a hilltop) can quickly find themselves bound to ride out whatever thrills and trials comes next. Tomlinson gives the example of how he first became famous. Born in Doncaster in 1991 he was raised by his mother, Johannah Deakin, and later also by her new partner Mark Tomlinson. He was 16 when he went to his first X

Factor audition. Prompt rebuff. A year later he made it into the audition process, but still nowhere near the part where ambitious young singers are briskly embraced or condemned by that great gatekeeper of celebrity, Simon Cowell. In 2010 Tomlinson, twice unlucky, gave the auditions a final try.

“I told myself I’ve just got to get to Simon, get his opinion, that’s all my ambition was. Then all of a sudden everything changed. To my friends in Doncaster I would always say [getting into the band] was the most incredible thing that happened to me. And it was. But it happened when I was already having the best year of my life. I was 17, 18, just started driving, didn’t need fake ID any more, going to house parties. That’s the time. That’s the age. And to a certain degree… ‘Having it taken away’ is the wrong phrase. But there was a price to pay.”

He says his current efforts as a soloist came about in similar fashion. In 2016, Tomlinson had become a father. (His son, Freddie, “who I love so much”, was born after a brief relationship with a Californian stylist called Briana Jungwirth.) He had some other personal matters to work through and in the summer he went on holiday to Las Vegas to blow off steam. At a club the American DJ Steve Aoiki was playing. Tomlinson, giddy with delight from Aoiki’s set, suggested to the DJ they try writing something together. In career terms, he had inched off the hill again, without necessarily considering the gradient of the slope.

A few months later, Tomlinson says, a single he’d written with Aoiki was being rolled out for release through One Direction’s old record label, Syco. Tomlinson was booked in to perform it on live TV. “And I was, like: ‘Did I really think this through?’”

Which leads Tomlinson to reason two. He’s well aware he was fast-tracked into his music career. That, as a part of One Direction, he was only a piece of a “heavy machine”. And as a self-aware northerner, from a proudly working class family, this has left Tomlinson with residual guilt to answer about wealth and status that do not feel to him fully earned. “And I know, I know it sounds ungrateful. But I think about a man, on a nine-to-five, working his arse off for six months so he can go to his family and say: ‘Guys, I’m taking you to Disneyland.’ That moment… I’ll never have that in my family life. And I’ve worked hard. But I’ve never worked hard, not like that.”

Tomlinson says he has already sweated more for this record than any before. When you’re putting together material as a soloist, he says, you quickly learn that those hot-shot collaborators who once dribbled to work with One Direction no longer pick up the phone

so readily. “I couldn’t say to you now that I could definitely get a superstar writer in a session with me. And I understand that.” Tomlinson adds, with no real vinegar: “Harry won’t struggle with any of that.”

In their One Direction days, no question, Styles got the most attention. But all the boys had their devotees and Tomlinson wants to prove to his own fans – reason three – that he’s been worth the backing all these years. “I honestly think they’ll write books about One Direction fans,” Tomlinson says. “Because they are so fanatical. The intensity. It’s remarkable.”

Tomlinson cannot talk about it with me, not without getting into muddy legal waters, but there was recently a difficult episode involving a small crowd of fans at an airport in LA. He was travelling with his partner, Eleanor Calder, who is viewed with some distrust by the fiercest corps of Louis fans. Video footage seems to show Calder being surrounded and attacked by a group of girls. Tomlinson, unable to discuss the matter, says to me more generally that he hopes his new music will reveal to fans a more complete version of himself than before. “Honestly, it’s crazy. It’s hard for a lot of people who are fanatical to believe that you are a real entity and a person.”

Which brings us to reason four. Reason four Tomlinson discusses with caution. Reason four he enshrouds with disclaimers: that it is not his intention to tell “a sob story”, that “I don’t like people feeling sorry for me”. Reason four concerns his mum.

Johannah Deakin was diagnosed with leukaemia in early 2016. Tomlinson had been worried his luck would run out; that having been “dealt that amazing hand” to squeak into the last berth in One Direction, he was due some sort of equalising blow. And he gives a bleak little laugh when he recalls where he was when the terrible phone call came. “At Jamie Vardy’s wedding of all places. Talk about your places, for something super-traumatic. My mum told me, uh, yeah, that she was definitely terminal.”

They were unusually close. He recalls how she was often one step ahead “because she had the password to my email”. It was an intimacy he attributes to them being close in age. “I remember the day I lost my virginity. I hadn’t even told any of my mates and I was, like: ‘Mum? I know this is really weird. But I’ve got to tell you…’ I remember thinking this is a bizarre conversation to be having with your mother. But it’s testament to how comfortable she made me.”

When Deakin died, in December 2016, Tomlinson was only days away from the live gig he’d agreed to do on the X Factor. “I remember saying to her: ‘Mum, how the fuck do you expect me to do this now?’ And she didn’t swear much, my mum. She’d always tell me off for swearing. And this time she was like: ‘You’ve got to fucking do it, it’s as simple as that.’ It was football manager, team talk stuff.’” The footage of Tomlinson’s performance that weekend is hard to watch. When he first appears on the X Factor stage he looks rigid, almost plastic, with grief. He’s clearly able to lose himself in the three-minute drama of a pop song. And after that the colour drains right back out of his face.

Tomlinson smokes for a bit. He says: “I’m not gonna claim this is all for me mum. But it was definitely… It was…”

He thinks. Throughout his life, he says, his mum always had greater belief in him than he did. “Sometimes my reservation, or my confidence, might have prevented me from doing something. And I’ve needed a mum in the past to kick me up the arse and go: ‘You’re doing it.’”

The boy bander has his reasons, then. “I’ve enjoyed this,” he says. “An opportunity to talk super openly. Not, y’know, answer questions about who my favourite superhero is. I don’t feel I get that many chances.”

The pile of cigarette butts in front of him has mounted to quite a height. Tomlinson, seeming to notice it for the first time, mutters: “Sorry. I’ve been chaining.” His mum hated smoking, he says. Then he smiles. “Though I remember she had the occasional cigarette herself.”

He taps his lighter on the table and asks what I make of everything he’s said. “Do you think your readers are still gonna wonder: ‘Why doesn’t he just not do it?’”

I’m not sure, I tell him, trying to be honest. But let’s see.

The day I lost my virginity, I hadn’t even told any of my mates, and I was, like: ‘Mum? I know this is weird but I’ve got to tell you…’

Louis’s new single ‘Back To You’ featuring Bebe Rexha and Digital Farm Animals is coming soon

Are We Just Friends?

The two of us, we assume that we’re just friends. Just friends. But whenever I look into your eyes, you tell me that we’re more than just mere acquaintances. Our eyes love to acknowledge each other, always wanting to lock eyes. When we make eye contact, you can’t just tell me you look at all your friends the same way as you look at me. Though neither of us utters a single word to each other, I could tell what you were telling me with every glance you made towards me. And I thought I was shy, too bashful to reach out to you, however, you were also as shy, only communicating to me with your eyes. Though you were never the guy that anybody would ever label as unconfident, always loud and talkative with your close friends. But only with me, you were enveloped in your introverted circle. Why does love have to be so complicated? We know our feelings for each other, yet both are too scared to do anything. Nether less, you wouldn’t consider us just friends right? We share too much enigma to just classify us only as just friends. Let’s just label us as lovers with unspoken words. Because we don’t need words when the heart is purely true since love can be heard even in the deadliest silence. 

❝Would you give me a chance?❞

Plot: After two years, Jaebum sees his ex girlfriend and he hasn’t stop loving her. What will happen? 

Pairing: Jaebum x OC

Words count: 4,8k+

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Warning: None / Italics parts are lyrics of a song expect for the last sentence.

I made this one shot two weeks ago ispired by “My I” by Seventeen (CHINA LINE IS RISING YEAH!), I hope you like it! - M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥ 

“ Are you saying to come or to go, that waving hand.

Not sure if you want me to come or go. What could it mean? Tell me about it.”

Jaebum sighed while for the umpteenth day he reopened his eyes, waiting for the screams of his bandmates who were trying to decide who should use the bathroom first.  

He turned on his side, clutching a pillow against his chest and for the first time after months he was happy that Youngjae had abandoned their room for the living room.  

To be alone allowed him to reflect, without interruptions that brought him back to reality. Returning to those moments, returning to those feelings, was like eating something sweet and sour. It wounded him but at the same time healed him, like a chain without the possibility of being broken.  

“Aish..” He dimmed his cursing by thinning his lips, returning to lie down on his back with his gaze facing sideways.  

On a photo that he hadn’t dared to throw, to leave behind as everything that concerned her.  It was his mistake, he knew it forever. As much as she had continued to take part in those too big faults to endure, he was solely responsible for that end.  

Her smile crossed his mind like a lightning, that smile she wore on the day they had taken different paths. She knew it, she had read it in his eyes many months before soon came to their “end”.  

But when the end arrived, she had been totally unprepared. Just as he had been, too busy with his own work and pressures to be a “leader” to distract him from what, perhaps, had helped him more than anything else in the worst moments.  

Nervously he passed a hand through his hair, throwing the pillow against the door at the moment when it opened. He struck an unsuspecting Jinyoung, who had made an appareance to understand why he hadn’t already come out of his room.  

“Sorry J.”  

“What’s going on, Hyung?” He asked, lowering to be able to recover the pillow and entering the room he closed the door behind. He knew Jaebum for years, now more than eight, and recognized when something obscured that mind already overburdened with thoughts.  

He approached the bed, sitting next to him and crossing his legs propped his elbow on his thigh, supporting his chin with his open hand. He observed his own hyung, who in those moments had hidden his face under the pillow, sensing immediately what the problem was.  

And he couldn’t help him more because in those years he had always been a great help for him.  

“It’s been two years and you still think about it, Hyung?”  

Jaebum sighed, feeling his heart heavier and being almost on the verge of breaking but it didn’t happen. Lifting the pillow he looked jinyoung, his fleshy lips folded in a half-smile and the understanding that flashed blatantly in his deep eyes. “Jinyoung-ah, I never stopped thinking about it.”  

“It’s unusual for yo–I joked, it’s usual for you. But I thought you’d live better with it. ”  

While Jaebum was seated, Jinyoung paraded his slippers and turned towards him; crossing the legs and preparing for one of those moments between them. Jaebum had never been the kind of person to open easily, but you knew he was about to do it when on his face you could only see the sense of helplessness. And he was powerless in front of that amount of emotion and resentment ever disposed of.  

“It was my fault, Jinyoung. She was always there to stretch her hand when I was on the verge of collapsing and I let her go. ”  

“You made a choice. The music or her.. ” He pointed out Jinyoung, biting the corner of his lower lip making it just blush; “You didn’t have many options.. You had worked so hard to get what you got, even she knew it.. If I remember she didn’t ask you to choose, she did it. ”  

“And why, huh? Because she knew I wouldn’t choose her. Even though everything she saved me from remorse of an obvious choice. ”  

The two boys looked in their eyes for a handful of seconds. The Jinyoung’s big and expressive ones sought to scrutinize in Jaebum’s sharp and thin ones which were even more reluctant than usual to get “read”. He regretted that day more than anything; he regretted not stopping her, not telling her the truth. And the youngest of the two read all in a simple glance, too wounded in order to be healed.  

“You know where she lives.. If you really have all this remorse, apologize. You have taken two different paths; ” He began with a gentle tone, rising from the bed and giving him a slight pat on his shoulder; “You’re two adults, your apologies perhaps are the only thing that after two years you can really give her.”  

Smiling he stepped out of the room, leaving him alone again and Jaebum could hear that he screamed to the other five to stand good and not disturb him; otherwise, he would make everyone bald in zero seconds.  

“Your apologies are the only thing that after two years you can really give her.”

But Jaebum didn’t have the courage because he knew that if he had seen her he would find those reasons why he had fallen in love with her. And neither one could afford another wound on a heart already too destroyed.  

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anonymous asked:

ohohoh! Can I request some fluffy stuff with Shinsou and an s/o who's parent is a supervillain but they want to be a hero and they feel like they'll always be labeled a bad guy because of who they are related to? I feel like a kindred spirit is something this sweet summer child desperately needs.

Ok, this is a little before they start dating. Shinsou deserves love and understanding. Like he’s underappreciated. [Admin Denki]

You met on the first day of school because you sat next to Shinsou at lunch when no one else did. He told you about his quirk and said “cool” instead of “scary”, so he decided he liked you. And you decided you liked him when he said your mutant quirk was “cool” instead of “scary”. You had two ram horns coming out of your head with little spikes along your jawline. You were like a porcupine in the sense that spikes could grow at will.

“How did you get into the school, (Y/n)?” One of your classmates asked, leaning forward in her desk.

“I got in like everyone else. You know, good grades and even better fighting skills.” You shrugged, smirking to yourself over the fact that you got in when a lot of others didn’t.

“No, I mean with your parents. The school board must know who your parents are, so why would they let you in?” The girl pressed. You froze in your seat, the conversation gaining the attention of some of the kids in your class.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said, coldly.

“How can you even become a hero with your parents as villains. No wonder you got such a monstrous quirk-”

“Shut up!” You screamed at her, your face turning into a mass of needles. You glanced around the room as everyone stared. You tried to take deep breaths, becoming normal again.

“Lay off.” Everyone turned their heads when Shinsou spoke. “If she wants to become a hero, then she’s a hero. That’s all it takes.” He said.

“Well, of course you’d say that.” The girl sneered. Everyone in the class knew what she meant with that statement. It wasn’t new that people were scared of Shinsou’s quirk, easily giving him the upper hand in any and every situation.

“Yeah, (Y/n) and I are going to be stronger heroes than any of you because we have to deal with this shit and we still want to help humanity.” Shinsou huffed, leaning back in his seat. The girl was at a loss for words, turning back around in her seat as the teacher started lecturing the class on not fighting each other. You sat there in silence, wanting nothing more than to just leave the class right then and there.

“So, your parents are villains?” You managed to run off to your dorm room once school ended, but obviously not fast enough. You thought this guy was on your side.


“Are they bad?” You were confused at Shinsou’s question. All villains are bad, right?

“Very bad. Children killers.” You spoke softly. “I’m never going to become a hero.” Your face fell. “Not with them being part of me.”

“I thought you were smarter than that.” Shinsou scoffed.

“Huh?” You looked up.

“You are not your parents. If you want to be a hero, then be a hero. No one’s stopping you. And don’t listen to what those idiots say.” Shinsou was leaning in your doorway.

“What makes you different than them? You’re pretty nice, even though you don’t want them to know that.” You smiled a little, crossing your legs.

“I get it. I can hear them talking behind my back, too.” Shinsou muttered, a frown plastered on his face.

“Well.  .  .” You started. “At least we have each other. If I can be a hero, then you can totally be a hero.” Shinsou smiled a little when he heard that.

“I’m Shinsou Hitoshi. Thought I should introduce myself like a normal person.” He took a step into your dorm, offering his hand.

“(Y/n). So, does this make us friends?” You asked, shaking his hand.

“I guess it does.” Shinsou took his hand back.

“Wanna hang out? I’m watching a drama on my computer.” You scooted to the side of your bed, patting the edge. Shinsou shrugged, sitting beside you on your bed and leaning back against the wall. He glanced over at you, seeing your face practically glow. He smiled a little, happy to have a friend.

Yeah, that friend part did not last long. By the fifth time you hung out in your dorm, your fingers were in Shinsou’s hair and his hands were firmly on your waist. Your lips attacked each other in a kiss that has been way overdue.

“So, not friends?” You broke the kiss.

“Not friends.” Shinsou breathed, looking up at your eyes. “More than friends?” He asked.

“More than friends sounds perfect.” You laughed a little, moving off of Shinsou’s lap to sit beside him. “Sorry for jumping on you like that.” You blushed.

“I wasn’t really complaining.” Shinsou shrugged, his face red. You laughed a little.

“You’ve been amazing.” You admitted. “I don’t know if I could have gotten this far without you.”

“I should say the same. When no one else believes in us, I guess we have each other.” Shinsou shrugged.

“We have each other.” You smiled, taking his hand in yours. Shinsou squeezed your hand a little, leaning over and kissing your cheek.

{Reaction} Monsta X teaching you Korean

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Lee Minhyuk

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Your Korean is okay and you know enough to carry out conversations in the language, but Minhyuk, being the amazing boyfriend that he is agreed to help you in improving your conversational skills.

{y/n}: Saramhaeyeo?

Minhyuk: “Jagi, no, no. You pronounce it like this sar-ang-hae-yo.”

Yoo Kihyun

Originally posted by chiqkihyun

Kihyun would admire you as you ait at the kitchen table in the apartment with your Korean textbooks and mumble randomly as you study hard.

Kihyun: “You really are amazing Jagi.” *hugs you from behind happily*

Shin Ho Seok/ Wonho

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Wonho would want to help you as much as he possibly could, but due to his busy schedule it isn’t always easy, but he would help you at any chance that he could and would be very excitable when you achieve  new skill.

Wonho: “I don’t know how to say it in English, but in Korean it’s a cupboard” *pointing at random items in the house*

Son Hyun Woo/ Shownu

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Like Wonho, he would be working a lot, but would always make time for helping you out as much as he could.

Shownu: “But jagi. I want to help~”

{y/n}: “You have to go to dance practice in thirty minutes.”

Shownu: “That means thirty minutes of teaching you all the swear words I know.”

{y/n}: “That sort of colourful language isn’t going to get me anywhere.”

Shownu: “No jagi, it’s going to get you everywhere.”

Lim Chang Kyun/ I.M.

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He would take the smart approach to helping you learn Korean by working and helping you at the same time. Since he writes some songs of his own, each time he wrote a new chorus or verse for a song he would get you to translate what he had written into your native language so you could get a wider knowledge of everyday words.

I.M: “Well done jagi, you’re getting better.”

Chae Hyungwon

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Hyungwon would be very helpful for learning Korean, he would interact with you a lot and throw in new words to test you every day and to help you improve. He would also go around putting sticky notes all over the place labeling certain furniture and items to help you familiarise and learn what things are.

Hyungwon: “Look, see, if I label things you can see what they are and repeat them each time you see them” *smiling and hoping you’re appreciating everything he’s doing to help since it means a lot to him to support you*

Lee Jooheon

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Jooheon would take the time to help you practice Korean, and will always be accepting if you want to know anything or need help. He would not appreciate people who made fun of you for messing uo words or getting confused.

{y/n}: *says something wrong*

Some guy: *laughs*

Jooheon: “Ya! Shut up before my fist meets your face.”

I have an announcement 🌈

So i don’t know how to start this…. well,  for the past couple of months I’ve been struggling with coming to terms with my sexuality, or the label i identify with more like. I’ve always been aware of my attraction to girls, since a really young age actually, like, preschool young, but it wasn’t until i was 12 that i discovered the word bisexual and it’s meaning, and i thought that’s it, im bisexual. I don’t feel comfortable with that label anymore, never did to be honest. I used to always say i find labels stupid and all that jazz, but deep down i knew it wasn’t that.

Calling myself a lesbian it’s scary, not gonna lie, compulsory heterosexuality it’s a bitch and i feel like the attraction i felt for the guys i dated doesn’t make me a “real lesbian” or whatever. I’m still learning though, I’m still getting to know and accept myself, so for now i think that’s how i identify.

If you read this, thank you.

Love Has No Labels

Beca groaned. They were NOT having this conversation again. “Jesse, no.”

“Jesse, yes!” Sitting across from her was her dorky, goofy-grinning best-friend-slash-ex-boyfriend, being as persistent as ever when he wanted something from Beca.

In this case, for her to admit she was in love with her roommate. Who was a woman. A certain, specific, gorgeous redhead. But still.

“Beca, you can’t deny that you have a certain attraction–”

“Actually, Jesse, I can. Because I’m not gay.” Beca sat back in her chair and let the breeze play with her hair. New York was nice, but she couldn’t wait to get back to LA. It was warmer, for one, and she missed the beach, and her own studio. The one they had here for her was nice, but it wasn’t her equipment. Idly, she took a drink of her smoothie and watched Jesse toy with the ring on his finger. “Dude, I can’t believe you and Aubrey are getting married.”

Jesse smiled his dopey, lopsided smile, like he always did when he was thinking about his fiancée. “Well, when you’re in love.” His smile morphed into a grin. “And love has no labels,” he added pointedly, making Beca huff in exasperation.

“Jesus, are you some kind of gay advocate now or something? Do I need to get you a rainbow tattoo?”

“Actually, it’s Jesse.” Beca groaned and dropped her head onto the table. “And no to both of those questions, thank you. I just know love when I see it.”

“Says the guys marrying my freshman year drill sergeant.”

Jesse laughed, warmly. “Beca, have you even actually thought about it?”

“No, because there’s nothing to think about. I don’t think about Chloe like that. I don’t.”

“Uh huh. That’s why your ears are turning red, right? And your neck?”

Beca shrugged her jacket higher over her shoulders, trying to ignore him. Even so, she muttered, “Because this conversation is embarrassing. And unnecessary.”

“No, it is necessary. You’re at least bisexual, Beca, and it’s okay to accept that.”

“Even if I were willing to admit to that,” Beca said, irritation coloring her voice now, “that is awful pushy of you.”

Jesse sat back, his expression contrite. “Sorry. I just – it’s hard to watch, you know. The pining thing you do when you’re away from Chloe.”

“I’m allowed to miss my best friend, Jesse,” Beca shot at him, and he raised his hands in surrender.

“Becs, it’s not the same thing,” Jesse said, and his voice was oddly strained. “You get this look in your eyes when you talk about her, or look at her, and I recognize it, okay? You used to look at me like that, and somewhere that changed. Just because you’re a hot shot superstar doesn’t mean that’s changed about you.” Beca grumpily stirred her smoothie with her straw; she felt Jesse’s eyes on her, contemplating her for a minute before he spoke again. “You tell me, then.”

“Tell you what?”

“About Chloe. How’s things in LA? You guys live together, don’t you?”

Beca’s lips quirked upwards in a reluctant smile. “Yeah. It’s a nice arrangement. As quiet as it can be with Chloe in the house.”

Jesse smiled at that. “Still singing?”

“Every chance she gets. I wanna surprise her with the opportunity to record with me soon, my boss and I’ve been discussing it.” That made Beca grin, thinking about how quickly Chloe would light up at the idea of performing again.

Jesse grinned his impish grin again. “Okay, so tell me if this sounds pretty accurate.”


“Bear with me, Bec, c'mon.”

“I’m gonna tell Aubrey you’re being mean to me.”

Jesse rolled his eyes. “So out in public–and I’ve seen you guys do this, you can’t deny it–hand-holding, flirting–”

“You can’t count that,” Beca said quickly. “That’s just Chloe.”

Jesse shrugged. “I’ll take that. She did run up and kiss me once.”

Beca sat bolt upright. “What?!”

That set the man to laughing. “Your little green monster is not helping your case, Becaw.”

Beca felt her face heat. “Shut up, Jesse. And stop messing around.”

Jesse attempted to control his outburst, but his grin remained in place. “Anyways. So you work mostly from home, don’t you?”

Beca refused to look at him, glaring at her smoothie instead. “Yeah, usually.”

“And I know you can cook, so I would assume you probably cook, have something on the table when Chloe walks in the door?”

“Well, she’s gotta eat too, doesn’t she?”

“Okay, grouchy pants,” Jesse retorted. “What do you usually do after dinner?”

Beca thought about it. “Chlo helps me clean up. Then we usually watch a movie or something.”

“Or something. Beca, you hate movies.”

“So?” Now Beca was being defensive. She really didn’t like the points he was making; she didn’t have any argument against him, and that scared her.

Jesse could see he was winning; he changed tack. “Beca, how many times in eight years have you told the woman ‘no?’”

Uh oh. “Jeez, Jesse, I don’t know.” Except she did. She could literally count them on one hand and Jesse knew it. But so what? Telling Chloe no was like kicking a puppy, you don’t do that, what’s wrong with you?

Jesse smiled that winning smile again. “D'you enjoy that though? Spoiling Chloe, especially now that you have the money to?”

“Well yeah. I mean, it’s nice to see her light up and smile and it just–she’s just –”

Realization slammed into Beca with the force of a wrecking ball.

The smiles. The touches, the cuddling, the flirting. The way Beca’s stomach flops every time midnight eyes meet crystal. The dancing in the front room after too much wine. The heart-beat-turns-into-a-bassline when Chloe is nearby. The I’ll-play-with-your-hair-because-you-like-it.

Jesse smiled gently. “See.”

Beca rubbed her face. “I don’t … Does she know? Is she… I mean, can I even tell her about this? What do I do?”

“I think you should talk to Bree,” Jesse said. “She and Chloe are closer than you think.”

“Okay.” Beca nodded. “Yeah. Sure. But uh, I need to think. This is…”

“A lot. I know.” Jesse pulled his wallet out and got to his feet, tossing a twenty onto the table. “Take what time you need, 'kay? Just remember Aubrey locks the door at eleven.”

“Yeah. Okay.” Beca watched him as he headed down the street and out of sight.

Well fuck.


Okay, so I believe @misspelled-url was the one who wanted #10? I think so. Here you go, love. Stay tuned for more!

anonymous asked:

Can you do a fic with Carter coming out to his parents? Or to Joseph? Or Joseph coming out/coming to terms? (coming to terms in the way that his mother is disapproving - or maybe he's upset of disappointing her?) :) please

Sure. I went with Carter coming out

Even if his parents were gay, (well, gay and bisexual) Carter was still a little worried about coming out. He knew it wasn’t sensible, Will and Nico had taught Carter from the start that straight wasn’t the default, and Carter could love whoever he loved. They had never pressed him into putting a label on himself, and never asked him if he had figured out what he wanted. Really, Carter had no reason at all as to why he should be afraid to come out as pansexual. Maybe it was just his own anxiety telling him he needed to be afraid of his parents. (Which was completely ridiculous.)

“Hey,” Carter interrupted the clanking of forks against plates one night at dinner. “Can I talk to you guys?” Nico and Will shared a look, and while Nico looked more regretful, Will looked like he had come to an understanding. He didn’t look like he particularly liked it, but he had made peace with himself. Carter gave himself the briefest moment to wonder just what it was they thought he was going to say to them. Did they think he was going to tell them he flunked out of a class? Impossible, Carter had solid grades that his fathers often praised him for. What, that he got someone pregnant? Carter had never even brought a girl home before. (Besides Alli, she practically lived with them).

“Carter?” Nico’s voice brought Carter back to the present. He had zoned out and hadn’t realized that he had actually let himself think for longer than a half a second. If possible, Nico’s face looked even more worried, and Carter really wondered what was going through his father’s mind that had him close to panicking. Did he think Carter was going to back out of them talking now? No, it was too late. Carter had already put himself out there.

“Sorry, I spaced out there for a minute.” He smiled sheepishly, and Nico relaxed some. “I, ah, wanted to talk to you guys, about what I… What I think I’m into.” Nico furrowed his brow in confusion and Carter felt himself heat up. That hadn’t sounded like how he’d wanted it to at all. It actually sounded really weird the more Carter thought about it, and he was quick to amend himself. “No, that’s not what I wanted to say. I meant…” Why was this so difficult? Why couldn’t he just say it? “What I mean is I think I’m pansexual.” Carter waited in silence for a few moments. When no one spoke, Carter kept talking, if only to occupy himself. “Like, I like everyone. I know you guys always told me that I don’t need a label to define myself and I don’t need to worry about it, as long as I love who I love and take care of them, that’s all that matters, but I actually feel a lot better with a label, like what I feel is actually real, you know? And other people feel it too and-”

Carter was cut off by Nico’s arms wrapping around him and pulling him into a hug. Carter smiled, wrapping his own arms around his father. “I meant what I said about labels, but I’m glad that you feel better knowing and having one. Everyone is different, but I’m glad that you trust us enough to tell us. I love you. We love you.” Will was pulled into the hug as well.

Carter felt his eyes well up with tears at the sincerity of his father’s words. He buried his face in the crook of Nico’s neck, trying to blink away the tears that threatened to spill onto his cheeks. It really was that simple. “I love you guys too.”

Some people feel better with labels, and some feel better without

anonymous asked:

At first I was like yeah sket boarding in the dead of night, but then I was like NOT THE TOADS, hope those guys g et their comeuppance

I don’t MIND them skateboarding normally- it’s just 4AM and this building’s AC is crap so the windows have top be open, and they were just being loud.  and normally I wouldn’t bother with the camera but Tyler has loud and distinctive laugh and had been a pain before.  Hence:

*Phone on*

Me: “Hey can you guys keep it down or move to the park?”

Tyler, under a streetlamp in that jacket he ALWAYS wears: “Fuck you, hoe!” *chucks beer bottle*

Me: *zooming in on label* “Cool.”

They’ve dispersed now but what’s an appropriate time to go by on a saturday?  10AM?

anonymous asked:

I'm not sure if you've done this before, but romantic preference headcanons (ie men/women/both) for the exwires(+Yukio)?

this was the toughest shit eva… Keep in mind that in my book labels are very fluid things, and anyone who has ever been on my private blog knows that I don’t like them, and this is just my personal view on this topic

I don’t really know what happened. soz.

Izumo: homosexual/biromantic

  • she’s homosexual and pretty close to gay™ but she has occasional crushes on guys that are very shallow but always make her wonder if she’s not actual bisexual until she remembers that things like cocks exist
  • saying that she’s biromantic is her way of protecting herself to prevent others from saying “I knew you only needed the right man”/”It was just a phase”
  • don’t ever fight with her over the sexuality of fictional characters, she’ll slay your ass. it’ll be ugly

Konekomaru: heterosexual

  • despite being straight, he’s the go-to person when his friends are trying to figure out where their place is on the rainbow specter simply because he gives the damn fucking advice
  • always tempted to write a “how to not be straight™”-guidebook if only to slap the  straight™’s with it
  • has every verse memories to every religion where it says that they agree on non-straightness. also, don’t ever start a fight with him over this topic. you will regret it.

Nemu: asexual

  • be careful with your words, the second you start shit around him about how it’s not possible to not be asexual/aromantic, he’s already half done with chewing your ass out
  • he’s pretty lowkey on his sexuality but will “stand up” for others, especially when it’s about the invisibility of asexuality. 
  • no one will know that he helped others because it always seems like he was just looking for a reason to destroy someone with his hurts and those morons were just at the wrong place at the wrong time. hence why most think he’s just a straight ally.

Renzou: bisexual/preference for women

  • he’s very casual about his relationships, which are really more like several flings/hook-ups
  • very driven by his sexual needs. he doesn’t like to stay in a relationship for long and often ended one because he was looking for the other sex
  • the stay single-type in his friend group. he jumps from one bed to the next until he finds that one person he wants to stay with

Rin: not into labels (but if you insist on them it would be bisexual with a preference for men)

  • he hates the whole dynamic that everyone needs to have a label. can’t people just leave him alone and let him love whoever the fuck he wants. 
  • you can be as nice to him as you want, the second you show him that you can’t understand that he doesn’t have a label and that you need for him to have one, he’ll get up and leave
  • he’s the best wingman you could possibly ask for hence why his friends always make him go with them to a club or a bar. he’s the kind to somehow be able to pick out that one person for you.

Ryuji: demisexual

  • he’s pretty open about his sexuality. he won’t stop seeing someone just because he may get feelings from them and they have the wrong gender
  • when he first discovered the terms and labels of sexuality and found out about demisexuality, he was quite confused because he thought that most people do this because he never understood the appeal of having sex without any connection to that person
  • Rin, Izumo, and Shiemi are the only people who know that he identifies as demisexual

Shiemi: pansexual, probably in a poly relationship

  • she knew from pretty much the day she was born that she’s not just into boys and girls but everything there is and never thought that there could be anything wrong with that until she found out she was supposed to think that
  • the kind that wears her sexuality somewhat on her sleeve, meaning that when others ask her, she will give them an honest answer, which drives Izumo and Rin positively insane because she’s not even trying to protect herself and “there are people out there who hate us, don’t you get that?!”
  • she has a lot of casual relationships, nothing more than hand holding, cuddling and kissing, but then in her end-twenties, she falls in love. Not just falls but crashes into this wonderful feeling and she doesn’t give a fuck that she love not one but two people

Yukio: not into labels

  • he never tells anyone what he’s into which resulted in Rin and Shura having all kind of bets
  • both of them had to realize that his fangirls are a force to reckon with whenever they discussed a little too loud that he may not be into girls
  • he stopped bothering to argue with others why he needs a label for himself. now he only shrugs and gives him a variation of “fuck off, asshole” sometimes politer, sometimes not
Just so it's clear: FUCK NAZIS

There’ve been a few questionable (and a couple blatant) follows lately that just made me wanna be explicit about somethin: I do not condone any form of nazism, national socialism, fascism, racism, homophobia, transphobia, anti-Islamic, anti-Semitic, ableist, or otherwise fucked up bullshit. I don’t particularly care about your whitewashed version of history, how many Gays™ or Blacks™ you’ve found to support your fucked up ideology, or your use of a dictionary denotation while ignoring the historical connotation of the label you’ve chosen to slap on today. I don’t care if you’re playin Devil’s Advocate. I don’t give a good goddamn about that one awesome Asian nazi fella your great-grandpappy once knew. You catch my drift.

Originally posted by look-upon-my-works-ye-mighty

That shit will NOT be tolerated. Period. Come with your best “tolerant liberal” joke cause I’ve heard em all and I need a good laugh. You will ALWAYS find that gay dude that’s internalized so much homophobia that he’ll be your token. You find the Asian guy that only dates white men who treat him like shit or any number of other tropes you can imagine. Internalized bigotry is a byproduct of colonialism and white supremacy and always will be. So, that said, I’m not gonna block folks outright cause I hope that they’ll learn somethin, but I’m also not gonna just let you run your mouth through this blog. If that’s your goal, I suggest you find the door or I’ll find it for ya.

Originally posted by gif-weenus

We Are Family (Daryl Dixon Imagine)

Imagine:  Can you do one where the reader is pregnant with Daryls baby? – Anon.

A.N: I didn’t wanna follow the usual baby story-line tropes and I tried to avoid them as much as possible. Hope you enjoy! 

Word Count: 2707

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     I could feel it, cold sweats, my stomach churning. This endless nausea has been haunting me for weeks, being in the kitchen was not helping my current predicament. Carol’s eyes burning into the side of my head, nefarious curiosity just edging her closer and closer to me. I caught her eye, and smiled weakly and she rolled hers before adding bacon to the frying pan; within seconds the scent had me ambling for the bathroom. 
     “Y/N?” Carol’s voice came from behind me.
     “Little busy,” I managed to mumble between heaving up my guts. Carol soothed my back, cooing and comforting me over the toilet bowl. Once I had entirely emptied my stomach of what little content it had, I leaned against the wall and wiped at my mouth; pulling a face at the god awful taste that lingered. 
     “You’ve been unwell for weeks Y/N, you’r–” 
     “I’m pregnant, Carol.” I cut her off, not in the mood for her motherly lecture. Her brows raised so high I thought they might just disappear into her hairline and never return. 
     “Does Daryl–” 
     “I’m telling him today,” I didn’t intend on being rude but patience was not my virtue at this current moment in time and I was yet to see her eyebrows return. I laughed. 
     “Y/N… are you sure that’s a good idea?” Her tone wasn’t judgemental, she looked worried, I understood why. Daryl was a lose canon at times but I knew him, I loved him. 
     “Carol. I’m perfectly clear. He needs to know. What do you suggest? Six months down the line I just hobble up to him and tell him then?” I snorted, shaking my head. 
     “No, but he’s going to have trouble coming to terms with this. His Daddy wasn’t exactly good to him.” Carol’s brows returned to their rightful place, only now I wished they’d run off again so I could be done looking at her scowl.
     “Don’t you think I know this? I’m fully aware, I got the memo. I’m his wife remember?” Carol dropped her gaze and sighed.
     “I know, I know… I’m sorry sweetie, I’m just worried okay?” I smiled at her. 
     “I know you are, but trust me. It’ll be absolutely fine.”

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     After breakfast – skipping the cooking process and the bacon altogether – I decided to go help Denise with the medical centre, kill two birds with one stone. 
     “Hey, Y/N.” She smiled over her shoulder at me.
     “Yo,” she was tending to Glenn and Maggie, so I decided to make myself scarce, check out the supplies. 
     “While you’re back there, can you grab me some prenatal vitamins?” Denise called out. I obliged, reading the label and contemplating my need for them too. Handing them over, I smiled at the couple, wondering if Daryl and I would be in a similar situation soon. 
     “We’re running low back there, gonna have to make a trip to Hilltop soon,” I offered the vitamins over and Maggie thanked me. 
     “I’ll come, grab some things for the baby hopefully.” Glenn, always the benevolent being of the group. 
     “Me too.” I added, and Glenn nodded but Denise glanced at me oddly. 
     “Well guys, like I said, try to keep Maggie from doing anything too strenuous but everything so far seems absolutely fine.” 
     “Thank you Denise,” Maggie smiled, squeezing her hand gratefully. 
     “Anytime, if you need me, you know where I am; I do not care what time it is.” She helped Maggie down off one of the beds, and hugged her. 

     After they left, I helped Denise clear up and decided now was better than anytime to tell her the news. 
     “So, I’m pregnant.” Denise almost fell over, eyes bulging out behind her glasses. I couldn’t contain my laughter. 
     “You are?” She straightened out, but the shock was abundantly clear still.
     “Sure as hell. Sneaked a test from the storeroom the other night. Been hurling up everyday for weeks.” I smirked.
     “You seem calm, does Daryl?” 
     “No, but he will, when he gets back from his run with Rick tonight.” I smiled, despite her worried look I could feel her happiness for me, “he’s gonna be different to his Pops, he’s a good man. You’ve seen him with little Judy.” I raised my eyebrows. 
     “I know, but he’s also got a temper to rival yours,” she snickered and I let out a full belly laugh, “well, lets get you checked out.” 
     With the small amount of supplies we had she checked my general health and seemed happy enough, loading me up with prenatal pills and telling me to eat my greens. Throughout the day, she would just stop and stare at me worriedly but I would always wave her off, I understood everyone’s bellyaching but Daryl would never do anything to put me in danger. 

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     It grew late, and my pacing back and forth to the window became boring but Daryl still hadn’t returned from his run and I grew antsy. I just wanted to get this off my chest and be done with the whole thing, excitement bubbling away in my gut – or that could just be nausea, hell who cares? I’m ready.

    The door slammed shut and I hopped up off the bed, hopping down the stairs to see my rumpled redneck husband, covered in grime and dirt, but he was alive and that’s all that mattered to me. My hormones kicked in and I started weeping, so overwhelmed by his mere existence. He threw me a puzzled look. 
     “Wha’s wrong with ya?” Worry bubbling up to the surface. I shook my head, and smiled, walking over to wrap my arms around him tight.
     “I’m just so happy you’re back,” I mumbled into his chest.
     “Weren’t gone too long.” He huffed a small laugh, squeezing me quickly before pulling back; hands on either of my shoulders. Eyeing me up. I decided that with Daryl, it was easier to just rip the band aid off, instead of dragging it out. He’s always been one for honesty and no fancy dancing around the point – and under his scrutiny I wouldn’t last long. 
     “Daryl, I’m pregnant.” I kept calm, my eyes locked on his. He didn’t move for a while, just stared at me, hard, jaw flexing. Stepping back, he rubbed at his beard with his palm, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. I kept quiet, letting him process, not wanting to bombard him. He eyed me up, one last time before turning and walking out the door. I sighed. I knew he wouldn’t shout, he’s past that. I need to let him breathe, he would come back. I know it.

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     Daryl hadn’t returned that night, and according to Rick he hadn’t seen him either, I ignored the leaders questioning gaze for now, deciding to not run around spreading the news while Daryl was still processing. We didn’t need Alexandria rallying around us quite yet.
     I approached Glenn and Maggie by the RV, Rick was talking to them, making a list, he raised a brow at my presence and I shrugged. 
     “Want to help, haven’t been out in a while.” I offered.
     “What about Daryl, is he willing?” Glenn asked and I swallowed, shaking my head. 
     “He’s resting, after the run.” I knew the answer was absurd, Daryl never rested, the man was made of bees, always buzzing about the place. Rick cocked his head, but let the matter rest. 
     “Well, us four – plus Michonne. That should be enough.” Rick added, and with that we piled into the RV. 

     I decided to drive, I needed to avoid Rick’s watchful eyes and some peace to think. Daryl’s bike hadn’t been where he usually kept it, the man was near indestructible but I still worried about his safety. My thoughts were interrupted when I felt my stomach churning away, sweat beading on my upper lip. 
     “Oh no,” I breathed deep, trying to remain calm. 
     “What’s wrong? Y/N?” Rick’s voice came to my side, his eyes scanning the road up ahead and not spotting any danger. I pulled over, and his hand came to rest on my shoulder.
     “Y/N?” Maggie now stood behind me, Rick cast them a look and I had to bolt outside to hurl up my insides. It wasn’t long before the others rushed out to check on me, Michonne kindly holding my hair back and Maggie soothing my back. 
     “Fuck,” I stood up straight, tilting my head back and breathing in, “travel sickness is a bitch.” When no one laughed, I looked down at them. 
     “You’ve never been travel sick,” Michonne placed a hand at her hip. 
     “I…” I couldn’t lie to these people, the concerned faces of my family stared back at me and I knew I had to tell them the truth. Daryl would understand. “I’m pregnant.” 

     Before anyone could react a shot fired out at our feet, Rick dove into leader mode and ordered us back into the RV, Michonne stood, guarding me. 
     “Everybody on your knees!” A voice yelled from the treeline. We all stopped, sharing glances and testing the waters. Rick, not wanting to play games, pushed me up the steps into the RV, followed by Maggie before slamming the door shut.
     “Lock it,” he quietly added from the other side. We obliged but felt helpless standing around, watching the scene unfold from inside of the damn tin can. 
     “I said, on your knees,” the scrawny band of merry men made their way out of the woods, weapons aimed at the ready. They didn’t have many men but they managed to outnumber us. 
     Rick remained on his feet, as did Michonne and Glenn, his head cocked and his ego almost getting the better of him. 
     “I don’t think so,” Rick’s menacing tone rung out, causing the merry men to belt out a round of barked laughter. 
     “It wasn’t a question mister,” he spat at Rick’s feet, getting up into his face, “it was an order.” Rick nodded, smirking.
     “Sure, okay,” he looked as if he were about to comply before headbutting the man in the nose, grabbing him in and aiming over the mans shoulder at his group. Michonne stood at the ready, sword drawn and poised. Glenn held his gun, aiming between two of their men. 
     “Now, tell your boys to get on their knees,” Rick ordered.
     “Ain’t doing nothing for you.” The man replied,
     “Okay.” Rick fired at one of his men, killing them before quickly taking out another. The other men attacked, but Michonne quickly took care of one. Glenn was struggling fighting off some before a bolt struck one of the men in the head. Distracting them, Michonne took care the two remaining, leaving Rick with the leader of his now dead pack.
     “Got anymore people we should know about?” Rick asked lowly, and the man shook his head wildly. 
     “Good,” and with that Rick shot the man, letting him drop to the floor. Before eyeing his group, nodding to Daryl’s form approaching from the bushes.

     I scampered to unlock the door to the RV when I saw Daryl approaching, he looked frantically around, until Rick rested a hand on his shoulder, pointing in our direction. Relief visibly washed over my hunter, and he moved fast to open the door and embrace me tightly, picking me up off my feet. Tears trailed down my cheeks.
     “Don’t squeeze me too hard Dixon, I’ll vomit again,” he laughed, as did the rest of our group. He placed me down before doing something he never would usually do – he cupped my cheeks and kissed me hard. Not for long, as he pulled back he playfully pulled a face at the taste of my post puke breath. I laughed and elbowed him. 
     “Leave me alone, it’s your spawns fault,” I smirked.
     “C’mon, we’re losing light and we’re not even halfway to Hilltop,” Rick softly encouraged, before hurrying us into the RV, Daryl to his bike.

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     It was real. I lay in the medical room, goop on my belly, Daryl at my side; arms folded glaring at the doctor, who carefully ran the scanner across my belly. I attempted to reach out to him, but Daryl was too busy feeling nervous and out of his depth. The screen lit up, and the doctor smiled at it, I struggled to make sense of the fuzzy image but it was Daryl that piped up.
     “The fuck am I lookin’ at?” He scoffed, his face a picture of puzzlement. 
     “Gotta agree with him here doc,” I laughed embarrassed but thankful that doctor nodded and proceeded to point out our child in the midst of all the mess. 
     “That… That’s a baby?” I asked, looking up to Daryl to see him chewing at his lip. The doc nodded, offering to print the image before checking everything else over. 

     Hours later, we arrived back home, Rick and the others had shared their congratulations – Maggie and I shared our scans, Glenn and Daryl their brotherly exchanges. Now it was just us, back in our house and Daryl still seemed tense, I gnawed at my lip. 
     “You okay?” I asked gently. He walked over to me, and sat beside me on the bed. Cautiously placing a hand on my leg, squeezing softly.
     “Weren’t mad, you know that right?” He asked.
     “Of course, I understand Daryl, take your time.” He met my gaze, and I smiled and I could’ve swore there were tears in his eyes. “Just, one thing I have to tell you. Daryl. You’re not him, you never have been and you never will be, okay?” He frowned, obviously struggling with the notion. 
     “Ya don’ know that,” he moved to stand and I grabbed his hand.
     “I sure as hell do. I’ve seen you, with Judith – Carl! You love them Daryl, hell, you almost died looking for Sophia back at the farm. Your Father never would have done that.” This stilled him, but he still refused to look at me, I ran my thumb over the back of his hand. 
     “I don’ know how ta be a Dad, Y/N!” He threw my hand away, standing up to pace around our bedroom. “I never no birthdays, no christmas, no nothin’! Got no example to follow.”
     “You have managed to be the caring, smart and protective man I know now, that’s all I ask of you. You’ll figure it out Daryl.”
     “What if I hurt ya? Hurt the kid?!” He was panicking, not yelling but he was frantic. 
     “You’ve not once hurt me or anyone here, what makes you think you would now?” I kept my voice easy and soft, hoping to calm him. He stopped pacing and finally looked at me. “You’re a good person, and you’ll be an even better person when baby Dixon comes along.” 
     “Baby Dixon,” He repeated, staring into nothing.
     “Yep, and Papa Dixon will be the best Daddy around,” I smiled, “they can play with Judy, who will be like a big sister I’m sure to both baby Dixon and Glenn and Maggie’s kid.” 
     “Jesus,” Daryl huffed, although I could feel his mood lightening.
     “No, not him, he’s not invited,” I joked, knowing that wasn’t what he meant.
     “He’d be teachin’ em how to run riot, nah thanks,” he smirked and sat beside me again, this time taking my hand. “Ya really think I can do this?” 
     “I know so Dixon,” and I meant it.
     “Mama Dixon has a nice ring to it,” he kissed the back of my hand and I almost cried. I pulled us back, but instead of him resting on the pillows he lay his head down on my hip, curling up around my legs. Running his hand over my lower belly, he smiled up at me, now nothing could stop the waterworks from pouring out my face. 
     “Why ya cryin’?” He asked, his voice catching, as if he were holding back his own tears.
     “Just, happy. I have you and this,” I signalled to my belly. “I just, even in the apocalypse I’m one lucky lady.” He snorted, before nuzzling my belly and kissing it. 
     “Kid, yer Ma is crazy,” he whispered loudly behind his hand and I laughed, this is all I ever wanted. 

Plot 4/ [???] of movie inspired plots

10 Things I Hate About You
““I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.”

Muse A was always labeled as a frigid bitch. They don’t trust anyone. They don’t need anyone. Their little sister though, only a year their junior, is quite the opposite. When little sister wants to go to the prom with the hottest guy in school, their overprotective father lays down the law. No dating until Muse A does, which seems unlikely to happen. Through an elaborate and complicated scheme, Muse B is enlisted, ehm, paid to woo Muse A into dating him. Therefore allowing her sister to have the dream prom with the douchebag of her dreams. But muse a isn’t as easily won. They prefer to be a lone, the like being sarcastic, blunt, and unfriendly. But what happens when not only does muse a beging to fall for muse b like planed, but muse b is actually falling back? 

anonymous asked:

alliallialli i dont know what to think anymore of my gender because i always feel like a girl but sometimes i feel like a guy i mean instead of being called "little girl" i prefer "little boy" it makes me a bit more comfortable?? but im still pretty feminine UHM WHAT IS MY LIFE,,???!

you are YOU! and you don’t need a label. ❤

your feelings are valid...

don’t listen to what other people say. ignore the hate and ignorance. not everyone will agree with what you say or feel, but that’s okay. that’s life. but someone who understands and supports how you feel will.

listen to the people who love and support you! always keep those people the closest to you! do what makes you the happiest, your happiness always comes first. how you feel is valid and important. you need to be happy with how you feel first before you can be happy with someone else or even love anyone else

you don’t need to define yourself by some stupid label! if you like a girl great, if you like a guy that’s great too. do whatever tf makes you smile and makes you feel worthy and happiest!

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One Time


Pairing: Isaac x Reader

Summary: Hi! I just read Shout Out To My Ex (which was FIRE🔥) and I wanted to request an imagine with the song One Time by Marian Hill. I haven’t read a lot of Imagines with Isaac so I’d like to request with him :) Your writing is amazing by the way. Xx

You know you’ve got that thing, that makes the girls all swing. I know I’ve got that sway, that makes the boys all stay

A lot of people had told you that Isaac Lahey and yourself were quite similar, in what way, well that always baffled you. Maybe it was due to the fact boys would often stop and stare, or be at completely loss for words whenever you’d speak. Now that you think about it the same happened for Isaac. Every girl wanted him, wanted to know what it would be like to have a guy like Isaac call them beautiful, take them out of a date and even kiss them. The students of Beacon Hills High dubbed the both of you the It girl and the It boy.

Expect for you that was a title you never asked for, nor did you even want. Boys and girls alike often whispered about all the suppose one night stands you had. Those comments were utterly false. You got stuck with this label and it was one that you wanted to break.

Of course Beacon Hills wouldn’t be Beacon Hills without some sort of massive, blown out party at someone’s house. The honor this time around always went to Lydia Martin, a.k.a your best friend. She threw the town’s most talked about parties that no one else dare come in and steal her crown. Usually a good party is what you needed, but today you weren’t in a partying mood.

“Here I thought you’d be already on the dance floor making all the guys fall at your feet”, Isaac strutted towards you. Looking well-dressed in some pair of dark blue jeans, and a blue top to match. Which you weren’t going to lie brought out his eyes.

Taking another swing of your drink, “And here I thought you’d be already making out with some random girl”. Isaac leaned against the same wall you were, slouching down just a bit. “Well I guess both of us ended up being disappointed”.
Titling your head to get a better view of him, his comment struck some sort of nerve and you couldn’t put your finger on why. “Do I look disappointed?”, you quizzed. Isaac straightened up his posture and kept his eyes up ahead, scanning the dance floor.

You thought he wasn’t going to answer, so thinking this conversation was over you proceeded to walk away. Isaac quickly reached for your arm, and glanced at you like he was searching for something. “No, but you do look bored. And I’m guessing majority of these people here couldn’t entertain you even if they tried”.

Was he flirting with you?. Removing your arm from his grasp a faint tingle replaced his touch, a feeling that wasn’t exactly similar. What was your body trying to tell you?. “Are you one of those majority of people, or are you the expectation?”. The music got louder and Isaac without warning guided you to a more quieter location of the house, and empty hallway to be exact. As his hand rested on your lower back, there was that tingle again. “You already know that I’m the expectation, love. The whole entire school knows it”.

There it was, it took Isaac only 10 minutes to gloat about his status. One that he was mighty proud of and not at all bothered by, unlike you. This whole notion that people placed on you, that you messed around and loved to party was a completely lie. Sure, you knew that men found you attractive and there wasn’t any doubt that from time to time you loved to flirt back. However what you wanted more than anything was substance, a relationship and not a one night stand.

Deciding that it was time to cut your stay at this party short, you wanted to leave Isaac with the truth one that not many people would believe, but they were going to have too regardless. “I can tell just by your flirting technique you hope that me and you end somewhere…a little more private. Am I right? I mean let’s not pretend that we don’t have feelings for one another. But what you need to know, right here, right now is that if you and I happen then it has to be more then just a one night stand. Because Isaac I’m not the kind of girl, despite what the whispers say.”

Turning your heel, you left the hallway with a very perplexed Isaac behind.

But I’m not the kind of drum you play one time