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Yuri on Ice interview translation - PASH! 2017/05 (p24-25)

I am pleased to bring you the very first interview with director Sayo Yamamoto!!! You don’t know how much I’ve been waiting for this… This one is pretty general because of course she has never been interviewed before so they are asking her the basics, but it’s very interesting to finally hear things from her perspective too, since she’s the one who started it all. More interviews with her will be appearing in other magazines in the near future, I’m looking forward to those ones too.

Also, I believe a bright future is to be expected for Yuri on Ice, since she seems to have lots of plans…!! (I was shivering typing out the translation, lol)

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Interview (first appearance in media!)
The world of “Yuri on Ice” that director Yamamoto wanted to create
With 8 notebooks full of notes in one hand, director Sayo Yamamoto has answered our interview for the first time. We have asked her how this new animation that no one had ever seen before was born.

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Dysphoria Tips

To start this post off, not all of these tips will work for everyone! Everyone’s dysphoria is different and everyone has different things that help! 

Also, I am not a doctor or anything like that! And I am a trans guy, so that’s what this is all coming from, I can try to look up how other genders deal with dysphoria, but I think a lot of these ones will also help other genders


- Showering (I know this doesn’t help everyone)
Okay, so I know it may seem like confronting your physical form may not be the right thing to do, and it might not be, but for me taking a shower/bath really helps because I focus more on the routine and what I’m washing than my actual body
Also! Using products that match your gender might really help!! I use the more “masculine” smelling products for my body and it’s super nice ^^ They also have products that are more “gender neutral” if that’s more your thing

- Do something distracting that you enjoy
For example, I love going on walks, drawing, writing, and gaming and any of things things could be distractions from things that you don’t want to think about! You of course don’t need to pick one of the things I enjoy doing, there are lots of things you could do like sports, blogging, listening to music, hanging out with your pets (they aren’t going to judge you!), etc.

- Find someone who won’t judge you!
I know this might be hard for some of you, but I know that I have at least one person to talk to every time I get upset about this sort of thing! My friends will not misgender me, and they will reassure me that I am a guy and I do pass, and all that good stuff! If someone is hurting you and misgendering you and not respecting you, you can cut them out of your life! You are not obligated to keep these people around because of their feelings
Pets can be used for this too! Your animals will never judge you :3 Hell, they probably don’t even know what gender is :D

- Find things about yourself that you like
This doesn’t have to be about your body, but it can be! If you take the time to think about positive aspects of yourself, you might feel a little better. And if you can think about the positive things about your body, like the color of your eyes or the shade of your skin, or how great your smile is, or how cool your hair was in that one selfie, it might make you feel a little better about how you’re feeling about yourself right now c:
If you don’t want to or can’t think about positive things about your body, try thinking about things you’re good at or things you like about your personality! Like how great of a person you are, how nice you can be, how cool you are, or how dedicated you are! Something like that!

- Treat yourself
I know not everyone can go buy themselves their favorite dinner or anything like that due to money, but you can do simple things like watch your favorite movie! Or just let yourself eat that expensive ice cream you bought last week :3 Curl up in your favorite blanket with that one pillow that’s just right, or put on that makeup/outfit that you love! It’s in the little things

- Try not to think about “passing”
I know this is extremely hard, but “passing” is just a social construct. Nobody “looks like a boy” because boys can look like anyone, and the same goes for other genders as well! This is definitely a hard thing to tell yourself, especially since a lot of people don’t get it, but it might help some of you!

- Find inspiration!
Find someone who you look up to, or who is transitioning/has transitioned. Some people (like me) might feel resentment at them for being further into their transition than them, but other might (and should try to) be filled with hope and positivity by seeing that things get better and that it is possible to change yourself into how you want to (or do) see yourself

- Look back
If you’ve already started your transition, look back to months, or years ago! You will be surprised at how far you’ve come
You might even feel more hopeful about the future after having seen how much you’ve changed since before

- Find people to talk to
Find people who are, or have been, in the same or a similar scenario; they know what it’s like and they may be able to help you! They can share what it was like for them and what helped them

- Just. Stop.
Seriously, if you can, don’t do anything that day. Sometimes, people just need a break or some time alone. So, if you’ve been saving up those hours at work, take the day off if you can! If you know there’s nothing important at school the next day, try to stay home and not put yourself through more stuff
Keep yourself safe and comfortable during your break! Maybe use this time to use one of the other techniques at the same time ^^

- Keep a diary
This might seem silly, but I keep a diary off and on and it really helps me! Sometimes people just need to open up, but not to a person 
I named my diary Tina, so it kind of felt like I was talking to a person, though haha
Also, just getting all of this down on paper (or on the screen) might help

- Wear your favorite outfit!!
Find that outfit that makes you feel like a hundred bucks and wear it! It doesn’t matter if you’re staying in your house or going somewhere, wear that outfit and own it! Take a lot of pictures if you like the way it looks c:

- Selfies
Take selfies when you look hella good and how you want to look, so that when you’re feeling down and dysphoric, you can look back at your selfies and be like “damnnn I look hot”

- Workout
This might seem like a horrible idea, but I’ve heard that it works wonders! Just go get beefy or run into your legs feel like jelly
This might also help you sleep, which might help by getting rid of your thoughts

- Sleep
If you can take a nap, or just crash out, do it! You don’t have anything planned and these thoughts won’t stop? Go to sleep. You won’t be thinking of anything if you’re unconscious

- Avoid negativity
If you know someone is going to bring you down, avoid them
Same goes with places! If you know that a certain place is going to be negative or bring negative thoughts on, it’s probably best to avoid that place

- Drink ice water
I find that the painfully cold liquid can really wipe the mind with it’s shocking temperature

- Meditate
If you’re into meditation, or want to try it, I hear it does wonders to find that inner peace and just forget you have a body or end up thinking more positively about that body

- Watch your favorite show
Focusing on something you love, like a series filled with interested characters who aren’t you and find themselves in lots of situations can really take your mind off of things

- Burn incense or candles
Burn it right next to your bed (carefully tho) and make sure it’s a scent that you love! This way, if you don’t get out of bed, you can still have something to enjoy

- Read
Read a book, or a fanfiction, or anything that will capture your full attention, so that you have something better to focus on

- Modify your body!!
Like piercings, and hair dye, and stuff! Hell, even those temporary tattoos are pretty cool :3 This way, you can feel like you’re doing stuff to your body on your own terms
You can even just draw on yourself with a sharpie or something!

- Clean
Maybe just do some laundry or put things in neat little piles! Any amount of stress taken off will feel super good and also you might find that one outfit you lost months ago! (if you’re anything like me haha)

- Name and pronouns
Write down your name and pronouns on things to make you feel a little better seeing that that’s what you want to be called, and it can just be written down like that!
You could also ask some supportive friends to read them or just call you by them for no reason at the moment haha

-  Take up a new hobby
You could spend the time you spend being dysphoric, doing something you enjoy! Learn a new language, or learn how to do arts and crafts, or buy some gardening supplies!

- Save up money
Just stick some coins from the dryer in a jar and start saving up for your transition! It’ll make you feel like things are going faster than they are

And remember: You are valid! No matter what anyone tells you, or how you feel, you are valid! <3

Inked

Pairing: TattooArtist!Daveed x Reader

Requested?: Nope. I’m literally just a slut for tattoos and @gratitudejoyandsorrow got this idea in my head, so this imagine was born. 

Prompt: Your first tattoo experience was more pleasant than you thought it would be. 

Words: 2.4k+

A/N: My first Daveed imagine and it is super self-indulgent, who would’ve thought? This is a Tattoo Artist AU (if I didn’t make it clear before) and I’m in love with it. Shout out to @diggs4life , @tempfixeliza , @helplesslylins and @secretschuylersister for being so encouraging and amazing these past couple days. Shout out to Lola for inspiring this! I hope you all enjoy :)

Originally posted by saymaybetothis


You were finally going to do it. After a year of contemplating, you had found the perfect tattoo to go under your collarbone. That was step one, you spent another month looking up all the tattoo parlors in the neighborhood and ultimately choosing one that had good reviews and modest prices. Today was your appointment and as you left your front door and entered the summer heat, you could feel the urge to chicken out clawing at the back of your mind.

No.

This has been put off for far too long. It was now or never. So you took a deep breath and continued the trek to the bus. 20 minutes later you found yourself outside the parlor, 5 minutes earlier than the time you set with the man on the phone. You stared at the door as if it was going to open and pull you in itself but, you had to make the move. With the last burst of confidence you had, you swung open the door and stepped inside. Waiting there to greet you was a man with medium brown hair and dark green eyes, his tank top left little to the imagination as your eyes were instantly pulled to his many tattoos over his arms and shoulders, stopping right at his neck. He glanced up as the doorbell rang, giving you a small smile as you made your way over.

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Bachelorette, Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: You’re starting to question your place in life when you find out your best friend is engaged.

Words: 1,550

Author’s Note: It’s been awhile, huh? Life’s been a bit crazy and a lot of my writing attention has gone to Cafes and Late Nights, but I was able to get this one together! Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Drinking.

Askbox | Masterlist


“You’ve got an admirer, ten o’clock.” Pippa’s tipsy voice sounded from next to you. You ignored her insistent tugs at your shirt sleeve as you ordered another water. “Come on! We’re in a club, you’re single, he’s attractive.”

“Then you talk to him.” The bartender smiled as she offered your drink, a sympathetic look for the designated driver. Pippa wiggled her ring finger in front of your face.

Oh. Right. The whole reason you were out tonight, celebrating.

Pippa’s impending marriage was certainly something to go to a club for - Paul was a good guy and he supported her and you definitely weren’t pissed off that anti-hopeless romantic Phillipa Soo was tying the knot before you were. Sure, you were excited for her and couldn’t wait to squeeze yourself into whatever unflattering maid-of-honor dress she picked for you, but there was a cloud of uncertainty looming in the distance

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dan and phil play yasuhati don't stop eighth note: a summary

danandphilgames sad musical notes

47 seconds in and dan is already getting his daily fix of phil staring in

seriously look at that smile

dan mate there’s a camera in front of you how about smiling at us

he’s transfixed

oh no he just acknowledged the camera for a second it’s fine

back to staring at phil

oh now phil’s staring back at him

is this softcore porn

phil is giving some serious hand porn that i know for sure

dan has no time for the slow motion ‘dan vs phil’ meme

“all i know is that’s cute” if you close your eyes it’s easy to imagine dan saying that and pointing at phil

“don’t nose it” “i’ve nosed it”

“you’ve just got the tape on your nose, it’s going to have phil pore dust all over the tape now” “there’s no dust on my pores!” better comebacks phil better comebacks

they’ve just started the game and i already feel sorry for their neighbours

no wonder the dog wondered into their flat it probably thinks they’re in trouble all the bloody time

dan saying literally,,, it’s been a while

whispering oh is this doing anything for you asmr loving folk do you have a nice satisfying tingle

dan’s first attempt and he kills the character wow symbolic

seriously i feel really sorry for the neighbours

forget the lady that’s always having sex in the apartment below she probably thinks dnp like it rough every day holy shit

why is phil so vocal like dan’s high pitches are to be expected but,,,,,, deep voice phil please stick around

“imagine being sat next to a train and someone was just playing this next to you”

dan called him out on it

“thomat the tank engine”

suggestive thomas the tank engine edits ok i wonder who edited this vid the mind truly boggles

“i love thomat the tank engine” yes phil drag him to the pits of hell

dan can’t handle being called out can he

why are they just saying oh

“i’d like to see your failure” i love phil

“i’ve got a tickly voicebox”

see i’m glad i had time to prepare for dan’s piercing scream this time

“our neighbours are going to call the police” i think your neighbours are going to call a counsellor

watch phil as dan moves the character along he’s so invested and so animated

he wants dan to succeed you can see it in his eyes

“this is so tense” he acknowledges the camera before going back into supportive bf mode

i feel like dan should tackle opera he has the voice volume capacity

rip headphone users

phil makes sure to tell us dan has hit 100

“everything’s fine” dan says after deafening more than half of his audience

phil is still very much in supportive bf mode

“i’m the freaking best at this and i was trying to be mildly entertaining” deafening me is not entertaining dan this is why i make you the asshole in fics

“you could do this as an olympic sport” see, supportive bf phil vocalises himself

“watch out lads, watch out girls, watch out musical notes. philly’s in town and he’s got a great set of lungs”

phil’s noises are,,,,,,,, really something

those poor poor neighbours

dan’s calm voice is weird i think because it’s so unused (hint hint nudge nudge danny boy)

“don’t be so loud all the time” dan how dare u

ok phil’s noises are either sex noises or the noises of a dying corpse i’m

is dan crying

“you don’t have to scream, phil” again dan how dare u

dan stop staring

you get those noises on a regular basis let us have this

i mean what

um

the noises suddenly turn distinctly sexual

dan is cringing he doesn’t like to share

“the neighbours are going to think this is really weird” if they’re not already used to it i’ll eat a shoe

oh my god phil are these noises just in the back of your throat

dan stifling his laugh is adorable

up goes the hand

his other hand is suspiciously out of shot

that was a joke

“this is so much harder than yours!” who needs context

i swear if you listen to this video with your eyes closed you’ll interpret it very differently

dan’s little glances i’m

dan stop trying to sabotage him nobody wants your rendition of walking in the air

still loving this angle of phil tho ngl

dan’s face is priceless

“what the fuck is this game” honestly dan a smut writer’s wet dream is what it is

phil’s gorilla impression ok not going to question anything by this point

seriously dan stop trying to sabotage

phil didn’t react to the word vagina

“yes YES! i’ve done it! i’ve done it!”

i would pay to be a fly on the wall in their neighbours’ flat

“i wanted to win so much- oh i died”

“have you just lost your voice?” dan would know tbf

eye contact

“it’s about like…. projecting” again, dan would know

“i thought you’d have learnt this from tatinof” well, what happens on tour stays on tour lads

this game and this video are something else

“oh my god we’re going to get kicked out”

dan throws down the all or nothing gauntlet like the sore loser he is

“phil you need to see my plan” is that what the kids are calling it these days

also why has dan suddenly started enunciating more

oh my god are they actually going to sing

i’ve been praying for a sing it gaming vid for so fucking long

please don’t make it a joke i seriously need this

of course dan makes phil sing their own song

#buytheinternetishereonitunes

this reminds me of the speech jammer challenge

dan can’t speak for laughing this is my aesthetic

that was set up for failure i’m sorry honey

go on phil set him up to fail too

“that was the funniest thing of my entire life”

oh dan’s picking for himself i can’t help but feel this is a little biased

did he do pouty lips and wide eyes

i bet he did pouty lips and wide eyes

oh fuck he’s actually doing this isn’t he

strap yourselves in kids it’s like internet takeover never ended

dan fucked himself over oh no what a shame

the universe doesn’t like cheaters soz about it

pouty baby throws a tantrum, kills desk,,, innocent supportive bf laughs in the corner

look at those meaty arms as he raises them in victory

“well that was something, that was an experience” you’re telling me, phil, you’re telling me

“the game’s over, phil” sore loser dan doesn’t want to be here anymore

dan says hi to google overlord

they might do it again

“it’s not going to be good dan and phil singing, if that’s what you’re looking for” oh COME ON what do i have to do to get a singing game

naturally phil suggests toxic

“i’m so sorry to your ears” thanks dan but i think that would’ve been a good disclaimer to have at the beginning

danisveryLOUD (tru)

ASHOUTINGPHIL (amoaningphil more like)

Friends (Optional Bias)

author’s note: okay so this is going to be very different from my usual posts/scenarios, but i reread one of my old scenarios (it’s titled friends as well) and i really wanted to rewrite it, and make it longer and better. also i added a bit of suggestiveness/smuttiness, as last time it was only implied and now i want it to be a bit more detailed and a longer story. if you all like this, i may or may not turn it into a series; message me and let me know what you think of turning it into a series. love you cuties and i hope you all enjoy!

**also forgive me if the smut is shitty; i don’t have much practice writing smut !! also there’s a shit ton of smut below so beware !!

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anonymous asked:

fee i need autistic reyna pls ud be good at this

i just had a fucking RAGER of a shutdown like the worst one ever and i’m trying to pull myself out of it so really what better of a time than this

  • she uses the exact same communication methods when she’s commanding a crowd as she does in every day conversation. it’s a little offputting and perplexing to everyone else, and she struggles very hard to communicate one on one.
  • she always thought she’d be a terrible leader because she really just doesn’t seem to be very good at talking to people and making people like her, but she’s stunned to find that 1. giving uninterrupted speeches where she gets very passionate about her topic go over quite well in front of a crowd 2. being very Intense and Focused when making a point in front of an audience is perceived as a sign of strength and wisdom, rather than aggressive or a turn off like it is when making small talk
  • her movements seem kind of mechanical or stuttered to most people. the only time her body seems to work the way she needs it to is when she’s fighting.
  • her lending her strength out to other people is genuinely the most selfless and compassionate act she’s capable of making, because it depletes nearly all of her spoons and makes her enormously vulnerable until she has time to recharge
  • she has such a difficult time with sarcasm. she ends up being grateful for her reputation as a super intense and slightly terrifying leader because this is the facade she uses to disguise that she literally cannot understand other people’s senses of humor sometimes.
  • she’s actually a super sweet and sensitive person but she often panics and feels so uncomfortable when other people start making jokes or using heavy sarcasm or excessively dry humor that she doesn’t understand, so she’ll leave the room.
  • it’s really sad and makes her feel sort of helpless because she can’t quite make friends and everyone seems to think she hates them, but she doesn’t realize that she has a resting bitch face and she just really truly genuinely forgets to say basic greetings sometimes.
  • she h h h h aa a a t e s showering, the water pellets feel like they’re attacking her and bar soap is hopelessly dry and starchy feeling and scented shampoos or shower gels feel nice but are so strongly scented that it sends her into sensory hell
  • she is absolutely floating on cloud nine when she discovers the roman baths.
  • sometimes she’ll be doing okay and everything will be cool but she just. needs a second. so she’ll quick find a door to lock herself behind and FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP FLAP….”phew.” and then go resume whatever she was doing.
  • she has a playlist of instrumental music (her faves are strings) and after a hard day of praetor work, she’ll put her headphones in and slowly rock back and forth to unwind. that’s like her favorite activity to do she could sit like that for hours.
  • she doesn’t really have meltdowns or shutdowns in the traditional sense but she DOES dissociate when she gets like really agitated. it’s a fairly new symptom (or it used to happen rather a bit when she was younger but she seems to have blocked it out, because it stopped when she arrived at camp jupiter and only starts up again once the war is over.) it’s more connected to her emotional state than anything else.
  • she looks very outwardly chill when she’s dissociating and it tends to be the “my body is moving on autopilot but i actually have literally no control of what i’m doing rn and i feel like i’m watching myself from outside my body” kind. if it gets REALLY bad though (like as in she’s very very agitated and emotionally distressed) it’s the “who’s fucking hand is this” kind
  • her dogs act like therapy dogs, really. she’s such a lucky bastard to have them i swear
  • she can usually sense when she’s going nonverbal before it actually happens (Luck y BASTARD) so she’ll start communicating in grunts and one word answers on purpose to like, charge up, or store energy or whatever.
  • she’s really good at keeping several spoons on reserve for important moments. she unfortunately had a lot of time to practice this with a childhood as rough and awful as her’s was.
  • if she says “i don’t want to talk about this” she really fucking means i literally do not—cannot talk about this right now and if you do not drop it i am literally going to fucking lose it. she usually leaves the room before it gets that bad.
  • cc’s spa is such a nice place for her because she can just braid people’s hair for hours and hours and she doesn’t have to talk to them or look at them she can just like use their hair and it feels so stimmy and nice
  • she is a hu m m e r she does a steady monotone hum when she’s happy or content or relaxed. circe’s customers used to gossip about it and she got really embarrassed so she made herself stop, and she doesn’t pick up the habit again until she’s at camp jupiter.
  • jason always thought it was really cute and he wisely never commented on it because he had a feeling it would make her self conscious (he was right). he always felt strangely honored that she felt comfortable enough that she would do it in front of him (even if he didn’t understand that it was a stim, he clearly knew it was something she did when she was happy and relaxed and only when she was alone or alone with him).
  • she was selectively mute (partially nonverbal??? idk what the terminology is for this is actually but It’s A Thing) as a child and so that was how she got diagnosed, because her teachers were always like “um HELLO sir your daughter doesn’t speak to us?? literally ever???” and her dad was like a total deadbeat, so he probably just punished her for it or called her stupid or whatever, but hylla exhausted all her resources researching it and was the best most supportive big sister any autistic kid could ask for.
  • eye contact is super bad in one on one or small scale situations but once again she looks a lot more comfortable in a crowd because she can just stare at everyone’s forehead or scan faces without really seeing
  • she’s super hyperempathetic towards animals!!!! (don’t fucking make me think about scipio!!!!!!! there was no fucking reason he needed to die!!!!!!!!!!!)
  • also animals really like her. this is a helpful skill when meeting lupa, understandably. she’s very good at wolf language, considering she doesn’t use words as her like most primary kind of communication (and sometimes feels like verbal speech is impossible)
Jealously (Laurens x Reader)

Words: 10+

Request: hello! i was wondering if you could do a john laurens x reader fluffy oneshot where john gets jealous when reader goes on a date or something with someone else, but it ends okay, and they’re together or something by the end? btw, i love your imagines, you’re super talented! ♡ @hamiltrash-life

A/N: I like how you guys put (but its okay in the end!) because I feel like you know that I would make it as angsty as possible (kidding, im pretty sure all of my requests end happy) btw i lied about posting it tmrw, bc im a jerk


“How does this look?” You asked, posing in an outfit in the mirror. John Laurens shrugged, playing with a loose string on his sleeve. You sighed at him. “You’re not even looking at me.” You grumbled, and he finally brought his gaze to the mirror.

“Anything looks good on you, Y/N. Why are you trying to impress this person? He should appreciate you for who you are.” Laurens said, staring at you. You sighed, turning away from the mirror to look at him.

“Well, he seems like a pretty decent guy, Jonny.” He scrunched up his nose at the nickname. You knew he hated when you called him that, but you couldn’t help but always giggled at his reaction. “I mean, we met when I spilled coffee on him. I was in my pajamas, and he asked me out when I looked like a mess. So, maybe, the second time we see each other, I look a least decent.” Laurens grumbled some words, crossing his arms.

“No date deserves you.” He mumbled under his breath. You raised an eyebrow at him.

“So you want me to be lonely for the rest of my life?” He said nothing. ”John, I get it. We’re best friends, and you don’t want anyone to hurt me. But I’m a grown adult, I can handle myself. Can you be my cheerleader?” He smiled, and nodded slowly.

“I do know how to do the best cheers.” He grinned, and you kissed his cheeks.

“Fine.”


You were getting dressed in the outfit that you bought (after about fifteen outfits, John just grabbed one and bought it for you. You protested, but he glared at you, shutting you up) when you heard a knock on your door. You quickly looked at yourself in the mirror, and ran to the door. You glanced down at your outfit, smoothing it down, then opened the door, a smile on your face.

“Whoa, you look beautiful, Y/N.” His freckled face smiled at you, and you rolled your eyes at him, opening the door wider. He was wearing a tuxedo, his wavy hair pulled back with a hair tie. You couldn’t help but stare at him, your mouth hanging open. He raised his eyebrow at you, and you looked away from him, breaking your stare.

“John, you know I have a date tonight.” You grumbled, and he walked past you.

“I know, I just came by to see him before you left.”

“Why are you wearing a tuxedo? You have a date too?” You widened your eyes, and he laughed, shaking his head.

“No, I just have-“The doorbell rang, and you opened it quickly, expecting another one of your friends showing up. Instead, it was the man you met at the coffee shop.

He wore a darker, black suit, his wild hair pointing in every which way possible. He smiled at you, his facial hair trimmed neatly. You smiled at him, your heart beating fast. He was handsome, and intimidating. You were hesitant to go on a date with him at first, but now that he was standing here in front of you, it seemed fine. “Hi.” You said, smiling nervously. He winked at you, holding flowers in his hand.

“Hi Y/N. For you.” He held the flowers closer to you, and you stared at them, your nose wrinkling. Of course, he wouldn’t know that you were allergic. Only John knows. You took the flowers from him, smiling.

“Thank you, Thomas,” you held them as far away from your nose as possible, “not to be rude, but I’m kind of, allergic.” He widened his eyes, taking the flowers from your hands. He tossed them outside, and you couldn’t help but giggle at his antics.

“Now they’re gone.” His gaze went behind you, and he raised his eyebrows. “Who’s this?” You turned, seeing John standing there, his arms tight against his chest. He had a straight expression on his face, looking at Thomas. You frowned at him, and he noticed your stare. He straightened himself up.

“That’s John Laurens, he’s my best friend.” Thomas nodded slowly, smiling at the other man. He held out his hand, waiting to shake John’s. John looked at his outstretched hand, and you glared at him. He sighed, touching Thomas’s.

“Nice to meet you, John. Hamilton talks about you all the time.”

“And he talks about you, Thomas Jefferson.” You looked at their hands together, seeing the veins emphasized on their skin. You touched John, willing him to let go. Thomas let go first, turning to you.

“Ready?” You nodded, letting him lead you out the door with a seemingly angry looking John.


The date was more than what you expected. He drove you two to an outdoor movie theater, and you watched Gone With The Wind. Throughout the whole film, you two were more focused on each other than the screen in front of you. After it ended, he drove you back to your apartment, his fingers laced with yours. You were happy, extremely happy, with how the date turned out. Thomas opened the door for you, and you thanked him, stepping out of the car. Before you turned and walked up the steps, Thomas touched your arm lightly, causing you to look back at him.

“Yes?” You asked. He smiled at you, pointing to your apartment window. You saw a familiar silloutette standing there, looking down at you two. Once he saw your heads turn up to look at him, the shades closed quickly. “Oh John…” You mumbled. Thomas chuckled.

“I like you, Y/N, I do. But it seems like you and John were meant to be.” He mumbled, looking at you. You stared at him in shock, fumbling over your words.

“Uh, no, what, he’s, no, no.” You said, laughing nervously. Thomas rolled his eyes at your response.

“Yes, and if you did not like him, you would have said so. Go, he’s a good guy. And he has an amazing girl.” Thomas said, letting go of your arm. Your turned again, but Thomas turned you back. His lips pressed against yours, and you widened your eyes. He laughed, walking back to his car. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“G-goodnight, Thomas.” He watched you walk into your apartment building before he drove off into the night.

As you made the climb up your stairs, you couldn’t help but think about what he said. John, John didn’t like you, did he? You did have a small crush on him, but he seemed to treat you more like a brother than a lover. Ha, that rhymed.

You entered your apartment, and turned around to see your John pretending to read a magazine. You knew he hated reading gossip, so he wasn’t paying attention to the words. You walked over to him, jumping onto the seat next to him. He looked up from the paper, a forced smile on his face.

“How was the date?” You debated on telling him about what Thomas said, but decided against it. Maybe you could get a reaction out of him instead.

“It was amazing. Tommy was such a gentleman, he held open my door and walked on the outside of the sidewalk and he even bought me the snacks and-”

“Okay, I get it, he’s a pretty decent guy.” John grumbled, tossing the paper to the side. You couldn’t help but stare at him in confusion.

“What’s up, John? You’ve been acting weird ever since I said that I’m going on a date. Tell me what’s wrong.” He shook his head, standing up from the stool. You followed him into your living room.

“Nothing, Y/N, it’s nothing.” He whispered, sitting on the couch. “Just leave me alone.” You couldn’t help but feel slightly irritated. You never complained about him dating those guys and girls, you encouraged him to. You wanted him to experience life. Why did he act like this whenever you go out?

“No, not today John. I’m not gonna pretend that I’m okay with you acting like this. I can go on dates if I want to. I don’t need your permission.”

“Well, with the people you date, it seems like you do need my permission.” 

This time you stomped out of the room, saying very vulgar things under your breath. John noticed you marching out, and ran after you. “Y/N, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“Yes you did. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have said it.” You cleaned off the dishes, placing them in your dishwasher. John looked at you scrubbing them furiously, and he touched your hand. You stopped, looking up at him. He looked mad still, but there was a softness in his face. You couldn’t help but let the anger slip away, leaving you with just your annoyance. “I’m sorry for yelling at you.” You said, and he laughed.

“Why are you apologizing? I was being a jerk, I was, I was jealous. I am jealous.” He said softly, looking at you. You almost dropped the plate in your hand, listening to his words.

“What?”

“I saw, Y/N. I saw Jefferson kiss you, and I just-” his face turned red, thinking of your faces pushed together, “I hated it. I didn’t want him anywhere near you, Y/N. You’re special.”

“What are you saying, John?” You said, your hands shaking. Oh, you definitely knew what he was saying. The look in his eyes, the wavering voice, the way his eyes kept on looking at your lips. Oh, you knew.

“I loveyou, Y/N. I am in love with you. I love your jokes, I love your playful hitting, I love that terrible laugh that comes out of your mouth. I love the way you sneeze, I love that you wear sweats and keep your hair messy. I love that you get excited when you see mail with your name on it. I love how you stare at animals like they’re the most precious beings that ever existed. I love that you care about everyone, even someone you’ve met thirty seconds ago. I love everything about you.” He said everything quickly, not stopping a beat. You looked at him, at his quivering lips, at his brown eyes.

You kissed him.

Preference 2: Little Things?

With the: SUICIDE SQUAD

SIDE NOTE: Sorry I couldn’t do one for Slip Knot. I just couldn’t think of anything. He might be in the next one was. Also sorry that Katana and Joker only had 2 instead of 3 different things.


El Diablo:

  • Kissing

Lots of sweet little kisses on your nose, cheeks, neck, and shoulders. He’ll sneak up behind you and warp his arms around your waist. Other times you’ll be laying on the couch or in bed and he’ll be sneaky (so many kisses).

  • Dinner

He absolutely adores when you make him dinner. Especially if you try something more ethnic. Sometimes he’ll help you a little bit by lighting the grill or stove (even if there’s a nob to turn”.

  • Talking 

Normally when he gets upset and starts steaming/smoking you have to talk him down. Sometimes you’ll put your hands on his shoulders even if it burns a little. Other times he’ll be having a nightmare and he’ll catch fire. After a while you’ll smell smoke and wake him. Make him stand up quickly and pour water on the bed where there was fire. Then you’d hold him and lay him down on your side of the bed. Another time when you talk is when he just wants to have a nice calming conversation. Just because he feels like you always problems when you talk he wants you to have nice times when you talk.

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Harley Quinn:

  • Makeovers

Harley loves to put makeup on your face and do your hair. You’ll be laying or sitting somewhere, she’ll pick you up and carry you into your shared room. She’ll then sit you in the chair on your vanity. She’ll then braid or play with your hair till she likes it. Then, she’ll turn you toward her, she’ll give you a few quick kisses then gets started. She uses bright colors and pale foundation. When she ends she claps her hands and screams “date night!”

  • Small Adventures

You and Harley will just be sitting or hanging out. Out of the blue she’ll bring up going to a fair or carnival. You’ll immediately pick her up and toss her in the car. She’ll laugh, giggle, and tell little jokes the whole way there. Then when you get there its like having a kid in a candy store. Its absolutely amazing fun!

  • Games

She LOVES games. When you or Harley get stressed the other one of you will go get the other one favorites game and set it up. Then you’ll begin and start playing. Eventually, you’ll both be happy and playful again. Sometimes she’ll sit in your lap and keep playing. Lots of kisses and hugs are given. Lets just say there are no losers. (;

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Deadshot:

  • Working Out

He loves when you come downstairs into the gym and workout with him. Sometimes you spar (mostly ends in ties and them some love). Other times you’ll lay underneath of him when he does push ups or sit on his back. More than enough times you’ve had battles on who could lift the heaviest weights. Sometimes you set up targets for him to shoot at (other times you’ll stand in the middle and he’ll try not to shoot you).

  • Hugs

Between the two of you there’s no way to count who’s given the most hugs. You’ll give them to him when he gets upset or when he starts getting frustrated. He hugs you when you get flustered or when you make little mistakes that make you upset. Hugging is just more convenient than kisses for the two of you. Only because it takes longer to accomplish and let go without a fight.

  • Nerf Wars

Since Floyd doesn’t like it very well when you pick up and start messing with a real gun you decided to start a new game tradition. You would take a Nerf Gun and shoot it at him when he’s least expecting it. Then you’ll run and hear a ‘oh its on’ behind you. Then you’ll really start a war. He normally wins but, sometimes you’ll persuade him to give up.


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Killer Croc:

  • TV

Honestly you guys watch more tv than anything. It not only keeps you occupied but, it makes him focus on something other than the needs of the wild crocodile side of him. You mostly watch more adult tv than anything.But, sometimes you’ll make him sit through a really dumb tv show.

  • Bar Jumping

When days get a little bit more chill and he’s not into as much ‘work’ you guys jump in the car and go to a bar. Then after a while you both get bored of that bar and move along. Overall you guys end up visiting over 15 bars a night! It always gets really exciting and more creative the more you drink.

  • Swimming 

You know that his crocodile side does have to take over more of his body than looks sometimes. So, when this happens you go to a lake so that he can swim and eat. You normally sit on the bank and either get a tan or look at the stars (depending on what time you go.) Most of the time you go at night so that he doesn’t get a big thirst for people. But, sometimes you’ll go during the day just to get some sun.

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Captain Boomerang:

  • Challenges

Boomerang isn’t much of an adult. So, the only way to really settle an argument is to complete a challenge. Normally the challenge is who can do this the longest or who can do this the fastest. Other times you’ll do them for fun.

  • Stuffed Animals

He loves his stuffed unicorns so anytime the two of you lay down to sleep or take a nap he gets 50% of his unicorn stuffed animals. Then you’ll go get some of yours and snuggle up together and be incredibly warms. Other times you’ll try and hit each other through out the day. 

  • Children’s Movies

You love to make him watch kids movies. He thinks there ridiculous and lazily made. So, when the two of you watch them he always asks stupid questions. After a while he gets drunk and sings along or yells at the characters like there real. Lets just say he is better than the movie.

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Enchantress/June Moone:

  • Reading

June loves reading and sometimes you do to. Sometimes you’ll lay together in silence and read. Other times you’ll just lay there and she’ll read to you. Normally you’ll fall asleep and she’ll keep reading but, realize your asleep and put her fingers through your hair. 

  • Walks

She loves walking with you. Even though she hates the worst part which is getting you off the couch unless your energetic. When the two of you walk she looks and examines almost everything. Eventually you get tired and she gives you a piggy back ride the rest of the way.

  • Pillow Fights

Every morning when you or her don’t wake up on alarm you take it as the best opportunity ever. The one that wakes up takes a pillow and straddles them and starts beating the other with the pillow. It ends with a big pillow fight and tons of kisses. Sometimes you get out of bed other times you give up.


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Rick Flag:

  • Rambling

If there’s one thing you and Rick love its rambling to each other about the little things in life. His are normally about work or the Squad.Yours are moreabout random things.Like cleaning or your job. He enjoys listening yo you and playing with your hair. You like to listen to him. Even if you giggle about the things the Squad does to Rick.

  • Cleaning

Trying to clean up a mess made by Rick Flag is almost impossible. Because there’s bullets and guns with different bombs and traps. Its crazy! Eventually he comes home and helps you. It normally ends in love making unless he accidentally sets something off. Then it leads to getting out the ‘RICK FLAG EMERGENCY KIT.’ He always gets angry when you pull it out and you always hear about how ‘he has his own emergency kit’.

  • Running

He’s a sprinting soldier. And when he wants to do something with you he usually brings up running. If you say no he throws you over his shoulder and takes off running. Eventually he says ‘your own your own’ and puts you down. Sometimes you sit and wait for him other times you run and beg him to pick you back up till he obliges.

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Katana:

  • Painting

The both of you love painting together even if it gets everywhere. When you paint she takes it mostly all serious painting people or scenery. You however will paint anything you think of. Then you’ll throw paint and she throws back. It ends up with you both covered in paint and laughing. 

  • Yoga

Kat loves yoga. The both of you find lots of peace in it. The room will either be silent or booming with loud music. When you turn on the loud music yoga moves faster and it turns into more speed stretching then yoga.


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Joker:

  • Driving

He loves to speed around the road and be the real king of Gotham. You love to encourage him because life with him is crazy and fast. Its something you never felt before. When you drive sometimes you hit things other times you trick people into thinking two of you were chasing them.  Then he normally shoots them just for fun.

  • Drinking

The two of you love laying on your king sized bed and having lots of different drinks. The two of you tell jokes, watch tv, or read mystery books. He loves talking about all the crazy things he’s done. Some of them are very interesting others are a little bit gruesome.

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The Right Partner Pt. 1/? Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: You’re in a tough spot with your boyfriend, but a random Disney duet with your neighbor may be exactly what you needed to distract yourself.

Warnings: Cheating? / light swearing / BUT ALL OF THE FLUFF

Word Count:  2,779

Your phone lay dormant to the left of you on the nightstand. With the lights being off, your eyes adjusted to the darkness surrounding you. Your blankets had been tossed and twisted around while you fought to make yourself sleep. Across your exposed skin, the chill of the late April air almost caused goosebumps on your legs. Your boyfriend, Rick, and yourself had gotten into a huge fight. Now you were riled up, madder than hell, because you knew he was sleeping like a rock and not giving a damn about your guys’ relationship. You had been together for seven months already, but you finally called him out on his apathy towards actually strengthening your relationship instead of letting it stay as immature as it was at the beginning, and you were pretty sure that he has been seeing someone else on the side, which was what started the fight in the first place.

Or, now that you thought about it,  he was probably off with his side chick while you cursed yourself for caring too much. You groaned as you rolled over to see your clock, reading 1:02 am. With a hard sigh, you pushed yourself from your bed and marched through your apartment to flip on the lights by your couch and TV. You needed some simplicity to calm your head, so you scanned through your more brightly colored DVD cases, smiling when your hand went straight for Sleeping Beauty. It was your favorite princess movie and you prided yourself on how well you sang along. It was your hidden talent, since no one else seemed to think your ability was as grand as your old choir directors. So, you kept the singing to the confines of your car, or alone at home. You watched intently as if for the first time, gaping at Maleficent (your favorite villain) and her style. In the forest scene, as Aurora is telling her animal friends of her dream man, you stand to your feet and begin to spin and sway to the music. Forgetting that it was now coming up on 2am, you began to sing along as well.

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BTS WINGS IN NEWARK

SO, I’ll just get to it and tell you about my experience seeing BTS Wings in Newark. Luna and I went together so when I say “we” that’s who i’m referring to.
We got to the line at 9 am and it was already wrapped around to the other side of the building. The day started out cold but it got even colder to the point that the rain that started to fall became snow momentarily. There was also a St. Patrick’s Day Parade happening for some of the waiting. We all had to wait in line until about 1 pm for the Prudential Employees to hand out numbered wrist bands, that way we could leave the line and come back later and have the same spot. I was #819 in line. There was a really nice Japanese fansite girl who spoke Korean and a little English behind us. She said she flew from Japan. JAPAN! dedication man… anyways she gave our little line group a pack of really awesome Jungkook photocards she had taken. Her fansite is 하트트리‏ @HEARTTREE_JK on Twitter. Here the cute Photocards (Just the JK ones, Luna got me the Yoongi ones and I don’t know who made those)

  
After we got our wristbands we finally went to the bathroom and ate lunch and stood in line for that photo booth that has the video of your bias. After standing in line, you go up to a table with two girls and they check to see if you filled out the survey before they let you pick a ball blindly from a box. If you pick an orange ball you get a photocard and a personal photo with your bias. If you get a white ball, you just get the photocard. I happened to get an orange ball :D !
When you get the orange ball you wait in line again and they direct you to one of the photo booths where you enter and they close the curtain. You choose which member you want on a touch screen and then a countdown begins. So obviously I chose yoongi. He entered from the right speaking korean so I couldn’t fucking understand but I mean he was cute I think he was just telling me to do the poses he was doing or something, I hope someone took video of it and translated it anyways. He was too cute. I chose the V pose picture, you had the option of choosing which of the two photos you liked the most. I’ll show you his part of the photo because I look atrocious. 

Yeah, he cute.

One of the girls who went in after me absolutely freaked out and was screaming and laughing like crazy, I wonder who her bias was… I bet it was Jimin….
 All the staff for the photo booth were laughing with the rest of us. It was cute.
After that, we wanted to get some merch but the line was freaking HUGE and they were running out quick so instead we asked a couple girls at the front to buy what we wanted in exchange for some extra cash.


Then we went back to the hotel to warm up and change and headed back to the line a little later. They started letting us in through security check around 5:30 I think. It took an hour for us to get to the security check. 

Here is where I want to point out the extraordinary amount of trash and debris that was strewn all over the ground, increasing as we got closer to the doors. No doubt left behind by the people that camped out overnight or early in the morning. There was blankets, trash, makeup, and food spilled everywhere and i was highly disappointed and embarrassed by our fandom. There were trashcans and trash bags everywhere that they could have used so there was ABSOLUTELY NO EXCUSE FOR THAT MESS. And even though some of us tried to clean up there was just TOO MUCH. And the line kept moving toward security check. I hope BTS didn’t see it :( . 

Once we passed security we flat out ran to the pit to try and get as close as possible. We got pretty darn close, maybe 15 rows of bodies?
There were two screens on either side of the stage playing BTS’S mvs in chronological order of their release. We all sang along and watched while we waited until 8 pm. The energy increased as we got closer to showtime.
I can’t exactly remember but I think the show started directly after BS&T MV ended. Immediately as the lights dimmed we were forcefully shoved and pushed closer as a video reel began playing. I will break that up in two or more videos and post on tumblr soon so you can watch.
The pushing and shoving was absolutely REDICULOUS. Not to sound like the old person in the room but OMG. There were people falling and fainting and I literally was holding the people in front of me so we both didn’t fall. Do not get pit tickets if you needs space or are clostrophobic. 

Your body is pressed against strangers harder than it’s ever been, I mean I got to third base with everybody around me.

Every time a member moved across the stage, the crowd would shove that way, I ASSUME so they could follow with their phones. Wtf, just turn your phone, NOT YOUR FUCKING BODY YOU ANIMALS. Anyways. It got bad enough that the security was repeatedly telling us to back up and a move so they could help people who had fainted and fallen and almost NO ONE was listening. EVEN BTS AND NAMJOON HAD TO STOP AFTER THEIR SONG AND TELL US TO STOP AND BACK UP AND CALM DOWN I MEAN COME THE FUCK ON PEOPLE. I’m embarrassed for American ARMY.

So I’m not gonna go through the song order because I could never even begin to try and remember that. Especially since I couldn’t see half of it. 😡
But I will describe as much as I can.
Omg where do I start.
The most memorable thing for me was HOBI surprisingly because he’s not even on my bias list, he’s like that best friend that I would never be attracted to but OMG he was so flirty and sweet and cute and I could tell he was enjoying himself the most. All those smile and cheeky grins.
“I’m your hope…… you’re MY hope….. I’m Jhope!!!”
Omg I love him so much. He did something to me that night. I wanna squeeze him and hug him till he pops.

FUCKING JIMIN WAS RUDE AS ALWAYS. he bent down and interacted with the front rows the most, with that stupid sexy grin and face and aaaaaaahhhh!!!! He killed.
Kookie was the one who bent down and interacted the most after Jimin with that cute smile and bright doe eyes I can’t even begin to describe how much I love him.
Tae was being cheeky and cute the whole time as expected. He did that tongue bite and smile and I can’t believe I fucking saw that 15 feet away from my face I’M DEAD. he also had that rude, intense glare a lot too, but let’s not talk about that AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ha.
I didn’t see much of Nams or Yoongi unfortunately but every time I saw Nams he was amazing. His dimples. Ugh. During cypher he did that dorky but adorable jumping he does, you know what I’m talking about. At some point I was in the middle and so was he and he was turned to the side and I’m just gonna say that I had a clear and up close view of that crotch AHHHH FUCKKKKKKK. he also smiled and laughed a couple times like a cutie.
I barely saw Jin. I’m sorry for you Jin stans reading this but he killed his solo song. He did beautifully and we all sang with him. UGH, MY HEART.

 SO. Kookie’s solo. That fancy footwork, I mean damn. He killed it. And not to mention he was wearing a white satin shirt that was immediately soaked in sweat and sticking to his chest YAS! Literally during the second or third song, he did a turn in the choreography, I don’t remember what song it was sorry but as he turned I could literally see the sweat fly off the ends of his hair. Sadly, it did not hit me in the face. I saw his beautiful hands and his mouth moving as he sang, ugh. I will never not appreciate every moment.

 Namjoons solo was chill and deep as fuck. He told us to
“feel the flow and rhythem”
and let his hand just dance in the air as he rapped/sang with closed eyes and it was so beautiful and I did. I felt the music. When it came to his “I wish I could love myself” we all shouted “WE LOVE YOU” after each time. I hope he really knows how much we meant it. 😢

 Yoongi’s solo was also chill and heavy. His song always makes me too emotional to the point that I barely listen to it. I cant, it’s just too much. As expected he rapped so passionately and I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. There were live instrumental and I was so excited for that. It was beautiful BUT they didn’t play the end of his song the same, so that drawn out violin/cello wasn’t there, I was kind of disappointed because that’s my favorite part. But it was still amazing.

 Jimin’s solo. I mean. Yes. So. Fucking. Good. I. Cant. Even. Begin. To. Explain. The lighting was on point. He was on point. The dancing was flawless, the blindfold part was so fucking good, he is amazing. It was sexy and powerful and just right. Jimin stans, how are you still
Alive?

 Taehyung’s solo was so great, he hit that high note from what I could hear, which some people said he didn’t do in the previous concert. I’m not sure if that’s true though. At some point he was wearing a silver choker and… omg. Like, hah, like, I’m so speechless. I’m sorry but Taehyung is so gorgeous, he really is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen and I can’t understand it yet. His voice was smooth and soulful and So Fucking Good.

 Jhopes solo was amazing, the dancing was on point as always and during the middle there was a breakdown way different from just the original song, I wish I had taken more videos. I’m sure you can find it. Watch it. We all sang with him especially the end chorus of “hey mama!”, you know. He just did do amazing, he was so memorable, omg and gorgeous. I’ll say that Hoseok looks the best in person compared to photos or videos. Some people just look better in person and he’s one of those people. His hair for this concert was perfect for him, the color, the parted and flippy style. Mm, so good.

As I said, Jin did so amazing on his solo, he hit all the notes and he wasn’t shaky or messed up from what I could hear and remember. He was just chilled up on stage and singing out his heart with us. I managed to get a little bit of video with him at center stage and he was dancing with an ARMY bomb as always lmao I love him ahhh.

I only noticed one mistake the whole concert. At one point, kookie went to move from his position and he needed to cross to the other side of the stage as Namjoon was coming up the middle, they bumped into each other slightly but it was so small and they carried on so smoothly it was barely anything but it made me smile for some reason. Also, Jimin was just slightly off key at like ONE point but I mean, they’re singing and dancing live. I expect that. The others might have had a moment or two but I just can’t recall if they did.

I want to talk about their backup dancers for a second. Not only did they do amazing, they were so fucking adorable! Some of them were really interacting with the fans and it made me laugh so much. They would look at us, laugh, smile, and I could tell they were just really loving it. I assume they all want to either be dancers or performers/musicians like BTS and I could see the joy in their face at being on the stage and seeing the crowds reactions and energy. They really enjoyed themselves and I hope they can one day get a stage for themselves if that’s what they desire. Ah, they were so cute. 😁

 Towards the end, Namjoon kept saying “this is the last song” and we were all like lol nah, we know you’re coming back out lol. And they did haha. We had the rainbow ocean and Namjoon said “it doesnt matter what color you are, pink, purple, blue, yellow, orange, we love you” or something very similar. He was so amazing THEY WERE ALL AMAZING. I wish I had taken videos and pics but tbh, I wanted to just try and really enjoy the concert in person and focus on them with my eyes. Also there were so many people recording, there was no real point for me to do so as well. And the crowd was so pushy I was afraid of dropping my phone and it being destroyed. Knowing me, I would’ve dropped it.

 At the end, they were walking around and waving and sending hearts and such. People were throwing gifts on the stage, I noticed Kookie took a tiny iron man plushie and I thought it was so cute.
I can’t remember what they said at each brake but I really tried to get Yoongi’s attention. He was really focused on the whole crowd though. There was ONE point where he might have seen my, what do u call it, like his face on a stick thing, and he has this smirk like he was trying to not smile or laugh. I’ll show it below. 

The experience was amazing and next time I got to their concert I will be sure to camp out the night before because if I’m gonna buy pit tickets, I WILL be at the damn front next time! I won’t be satisfied until I am. I only buy BTS concert tickets for this reason, so I can save and get the expensive front rows. Also, P2 area standing is better than P1 because they interact more with us and we face them, so don’t bother with P1, I know a lot of people wanted those for like sound check or something. I forgot to say that at one pint I could see the back of Hobis, tan, sweaty, thick neck and all I could think was “Das a nice neck…" because it is, it really is a beautiful neck, I must say. 

And then we left the venue and my body was failing because I stood literally from 9 am to like 11 pm. It was worth every moment, even when it got bone cuttingly cold and started to snow and rain. WORTH IT. BTS is worth everything I have to give and I can’t wait to attend another amazing concert. Next time I’m taking a selfie stick or something and filming it all on my phone. 

SOOO, I want to also include that the next day, Luna and I went to Korea Town in New York and it was awesome. UGh, they had a Tony Moly and The Face Shop and so many restaurants. We at at Mukeunji and it was delicious. 
We popped into Nature Republic to buy some things, and the lady asked Luna if she liked EXO. She answered that she liked BTS and the lady SAID THEY WERE JUST THERE ON FRIDAY EATING LUNCH!!!!
BOI!!!! I swear to god, we both felt like dying, but i mean, we were waiting in line for their freaking concert so what are ya gonna do??! (JUST DIE, thats what im gonna do) those sneaky, clever boys….

(lmao i make myself laugh way to much)

So yeah, that was the concert and I probably didn’t properly describe it. I’m sorry for not having any videos or pics of the concert but I know you can find so many from other people. 

Here’s some other things I bought. Spoiler, its all basically Yoongi.

OMG hes so cute, they’re all so cute. My bedroom looks like a shrine….

I couldn’t get this out of my head ever since the whole Victuri soulmates announcement so I just had to write it out in the hopes that it would leave me alone. Lol.

In this version of the soulmate trope, everyone has a mark on their wrist that matches the mark on their soulmate’s. The extra twist is that those marks move once you come into physical contact with you soulmate. Since the marks are tied to some aspect of your personality, you could share a mark with someone who isn’t your true soulmate, so you wouldn’t know for sure until you touch and see if the mark moves.

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Yuri had grown up knowing that a soulmate wasn’t always necessarily a romantic partner. Sure, that did seem to be a common outcome. He could remember all the times he’d sat at a table in the middle of the inn doing homework and watching his parents as they went about their business. They would always pause when their paths would cross and one or the other would reach out, the touch of their soulmate causing the twin images of a rushing waterfall on the inside of their right wrists to jolt to life. They would always smile when that would happen and look at each other as though they were exchanging a secret without saying a word.

So, yes, falling in love with your soulmate was something that tended to happen more often than not, but Yuri knew it wasn’t always the case. His ballet instructor, Minako, had a soulmate she hadn’t fallen in love with. Yuri knew this because she’d told him one day when he was twelve and he’d shown up crying on her doorstep. Earlier in the day his best friend Yuko had tripped and Takeshi had reached out a hand to steady her, both of them gasping as the small foxes on their wrists had come alive at the touch. Yuri’s heart felt like it was ripping in two.

“Yuri, you do know that not all soulmates are romantic soulmates, right?” Minako had listened intently to his story as she always had. Once he had finished and wiped the fresh tears from his eyes, she reached out to turn Yuri’s hand over so that they could both look at the mark on his own wrist. It was the silhouette of a figure skater. It you didn’t look closely enough, you could almost think it was a dancer as the figure raised a leg up slightly above parallel with its hips in a graceful arabesque. Only by looking closely enough to see the blades on the bottoms of the figure’s feet could you tell what it was really meant to be.

“Really?” Yuri could feel the swell of hope once more.

“Of course.” Minako reached out and laid her own arm flat against the table next to Yuri’s so that he could see the swan that rested there. Its wings were folded over itself and the long neck was wrapped around its body. “A soulmate is meant to be the one person you need in your life no matter what, but sometimes what you need most is a friend, or a rival, or even a family member. I met my soulmate when I was a much younger girl dancing in Austria. He wasn’t even a dancer, but he was there for me and supported me when times were hard. I never felt love for him. He married a baker if you can believe it. We still try to meet once or twice and year and we talk over the phone whenever we can, but I need him in my life to push me when I want to give up, not hold me tight like a lover.”

Yuri had been silent for a moment, staring at his figure skater and Minako’s swan. He’d always known Yuko wasn’t his soulmate. Her mark had been a fox for as long as he’d known her, but he had been so afraid that she would leave him behind now that she knew who owned the matching fox.

“Yuri, there is nothing you can do about your friends being soulmates, but they are still your friends. They are the same people they were yesterday and they will be the same people tomorrow as well. Meeting your soulmate doesn’t change who you are, it just enhances who you will be. Someday you will meet whoever it is that will make your mark come alive.” Minako’s tone was reassuring and Yuri felt himself relaxing. “Until then, why don’t we work on your jeté? You were getting pretty good height yesterday, but you need to work on keeping your legs straighter in the air, okay?”

“Yes, Minako-sensei.”

~

Yuri had practiced hard that day and Minako had let him. At first he’d been upset that his mark wasn’t a dancer as it seemed to be at first glance. He loved letting the music flow through him in Minako’s studio. He knew he would have been content to be a dancer like her. In fact, when he’d gone skating for the first time, he’d hated it. The air was too cold, the skates pinched his feet, and the ice was hard and wet when he inevitably lost his balance and crashed down. He’d cried back then, too. Most people had marks that were general, animals or strange shapes or plants. His mark was a figure skater. Surely that had to mean something for it to be so specific.

Surely that meant he was supposed to be a skater, too.

When he was a boy, he’d split his time as equally as he could between the rink and the studio. As he got better on the ice, he found contentment in his time there as well. He practiced spins and jumps and steps with his friends in the afternoon and would train at the barre in the evenings. He got better at both disciplines and he learned to appreciate his skating more and more each day.

Then he’d seen Victor Nikiforov skate.

Suddenly everything had clicked into place within him. When Victor skated you could see the music in his body, his every motion. The spins and jumps were telling a story on the ice and his step sequences made Yuri’s heart ache in a way he’d never felt before. Yuri had never thought about his skating like that before, as though it could be more than crafting out jump combinations and complex patterns for technical points. As though it could simply be dancing on the ice, the same way he would dance on the wooden floors with Minako.

Yuko and he watched Victor’s performance until they had the moves memorized and they felt confident enough to be able to recreate them on the ice. For the first time in his life, Yuri was dancing with his blades instead of just using them as a means to an end.

That was the day he fell in love with skating.

It was also the first time his mark moved.

~

“Calm down, Yuri. You know I can’t understand you when you’re panicking.” Minako had grabbed him by the shoulders at this point and her tight grip brought him back to reality. He took a deep breath as she relaxed her fingers a fraction. “There. That’s better. Now, try again. Slower this time.”

“My soul mark! It moved!” Yuri pushed back the familiar bite of fresh tears as he shifted under his teacher’s strong grip. As soon as he’d noticed, he’d known he had to come here. Minako always seemed to know what to do when Yuri was panicking about something. Even now, though he could tell she was confused and more than a little worried, she kept herself calm, rubbing soothing circles against his shoulders with her thumbs.

“Oh?” Minako now seemed less worried and more confused. “I thought you wanted it to move. Who were you touching when it happened?”

“No one!” Yuri felt a dropping feeling in his stomach once more. He still wasn’t sure if he wanted to cry or throw up more so he did neither, instead choosing to stare at Minako as though praying for her to understand. When it seemed that she didn’t, he tried again. “I wasn’t touching anyone. I was skating, with Yuko, but we didn’t touch. We were just trying to copy Victor’s routine and then when we were done I took my gloves off and went to take off my skates and I saw it! Look!”

Yuri already had his sweater rolled up to his elbow and he stuck his right arm out into the space between them so Minako could see his mark. He heard her gasp softly as she saw what he had seen earlier. The skater was no longer standing tall in its usual arabesque. It was now crouched down, one leg in front, frozen in the midst of a spin. Definitely not the position it had been in for the last twelve years of his life.

“Yuri, I’m not saying I don’t believe you, but you are sure that you didn’t touch anyone else? Maybe after you put your gloves on you could have bumped into someone? Only the smallest touch will do it sometimes.” Minako asked cautiously, but Yuri was already shaking his head.

“I didn’t, Minako-sensei. I didn’t touch anyone. I was just skating!”

Minako paused, rolling Yuri’s wrist back and forth in her hand so she could view the mark from different angle. Yuri sniffled, but held back from openly crying for now. If anyone knew what was wrong with him, it would be her. She always knew what to do before. Surely she would know what to do now.

“Aright.” Minako seemed to be thinking and Yuri waited, too scared to move or even breathe. “Alright. Well, it’s simple. Let’s go back to the rink and see if it happens again. Then we can decide what we’re going to do about it, okay?”

Yuri nodded, not quite trusting himself to say anything.

~

That was what they had done. They’d gone back to the rink and Yuri had laced up his skates for the second time that day. He’d done a few laps just to warm up before trying a few spins and a quick double toe loop. He’d left his gloves off and when he’d skated back over to where Minako was watching, his mark hadn’t moved an inch.

“Yuri, you’ve been skating for years and it’s never moved before.” There was something sharp and bright behind Minako’s eyes now. Yuri shivered and fidgeted on his blades. “What were you doing differently today than you have any other day? Unless you’ve remembered running into someone….”

Yuri bit his lip as he tried to think. Eventually he shook his head numbly. He hadn’t touched anyone. He was certain of that much. His mark had been in its usual place when he’d put his skates on and it had been different by the time he’d taken them off and he had come into contact with no one in the intervening time.

“Right, so what were you doing before you noticed it had moved?” Minako asked again. “How were you skating that was any different than all the hundreds of other times you’ve been out here?”

“We were copying Victor’s routine…” Yuri tried desperately to do as he was asked and find that one thing that might have changed everything. “We’ve done that before, though. Yuko’s been teaching me his routines for years now. I guess…  I guess I was actually dancing this time… Maybe?”

Yuri’s face was now hot and red from embarrassment, but Minako merely nodded solemnly and gestured for him to show her what he meant and Yuri complied. Out on the center of the ice, he let music run through his mind. He supposed he could recreate the routine he’d been doing earlier, but, somehow, he didn’t think that would help. Instead he focused on the piece he’d been working on in ballet class. It was soft and simple and easy enough to translate the steps from solid ground and onto the ice. He closed his eyes and let the music flow through his body, only stopping once he’d run through the whole piece.

He didn’t even have to look at his arm to know his mark had changed this time. Letting out a soft sigh, Yuri returned to where Minako was leaning over the barrier watching him and held out his right arm once more.

The skater had moved again. This time it was upright with its arms in a straight line over its head, one foot extended away from its body slightly, as though it were about to move into the next section of a step sequence.

“Oh, Yuri….”

~

Yuri never told anyone else what had happened that day. Not his mother or father or sister. He’d never even told Phichit, and he told his friend everything.

Minako had found an old cuff that she’d used to cover her mark in her dancing days and had given it to Yuri. They both agreed that it would draw unwanted attention to the young boy if anyone were to see the mark moving without Yuri being touched.

It had been uncomfortable at first, but Yuri had gotten used to wearing it over time, and when he started doing well enough in competition to become a well-known skater in Japan, no one seemed to think it strange that he went out of his way to cover the mark. Even though it was impossible to fake the movement that would have come from a true soulmate touching you, those who lead higher profile lives still tended to hide their marks from the world. Nobody seemed to want the hassle of having fans try to fake a matching mark only to get far enough to be disappointed when it turned out not to be true. Yuri’s idol, Victor Nikiforov did the same. His right wrist would always have some kind of cuff wrapped around it even when he was performing. It made Yuri feel better to know he wasn’t the only skater out there that wasn’t comfortable with having his mark out on display.

Over time he’d found some amount of peace with what was happening to him. It had been hard to swallow that feeling of bitter disappointment when he had been younger. Yuri had watched the marks on others’ arms. The four interlocking circles on Mari’s. His parents’ waterfalls. An image of fireworks frozen at the apex of their explosion on Phichit’s wrist. Music notes for the conservatory student who had written the musical score for what had eventually become ‘Yuri on Ice’. He’d even noticed that Yuri Plisetsky’s mark was a white Siberian tiger when the younger boy had been wandering around the inn with his wrist bare one morning before the whole Onsen on Ice debacle.

No one else’s marks ever seemed to move on their own. He was the only one. The only one who had ‘something’ as a soulmate instead of ‘someone’.

Usually it didn’t bother him anymore. He could brush off the inquisitions of friends and family and fans. He had acted like it didn’t bother him for so long that he had almost come to believe that it didn’t. He could almost make himself believe that it didn’t matter. That his stomach still didn’t drop when his curiosity had gotten the best of him after a particularly emotional performance and he would peel back the soft fabric of his cuff to see the skater in yet another new position.

Then his whole life had exploded and for the first time in a long time, he found he didn’t have time to think about his abnormal soul mark.

For the first time in his life he was in love with an actual, real, live person.

For the first time, he didn’t care that Victor wasn’t his soulmate, couldn’t be his soulmate because his soulmate wasn’t a person. It was a thing. All he cared about was that the other man was here, and, for whatever small amount of time he was allowed, Victor was his.

~

Victor was very hands on when it came to Yuri. He’d noticed it in the beginning, back when the only reaction he’d been able to muster was stammering surprise and a quick retreat. It definitely hadn’t gotten better in the intervening months when they had moved their relationship further from coach/student and into something more personal.

The only time they had ever mentioned soulmates had been during that cathartic conversation they’d had on the beach. After Yuri had told Victor that all he wanted was for the other man to be himself, and Victor had agreed, they had sat in silence for a long moment. For once Victor had seemed content to leave the centimeters of empty space between them and Yuri was grateful.

Yuri had noticed the other man picking at the black cuff on his wrist. Squirming nervously, Yuri had mirrored Victor’s fidgeting by moving his fingers over to his own covered mark. That motion had caused Victor to jerk back to awareness again.

“Have you found them yet? Your soulmate, I mean.” Victor sounded truly curious and Yuri had come so close to just blurting out the truth. Instead, he simply shook his head. They had just come so far. Yuri hadn’t wanted to ruin that by revealing to Victor how much of a freak he truly was, so he’d said nothing. “Ah… I haven’t either, I suppose.”

“You suppose?” That had piqued Yuri’s curiosity. “You don’t know?”

“I keep it covered most of the time.” Victor shrugged as though that should have been obvious. Yuri was struck with a wave of melancholy. To think that you might have met your soulmate and let them walk away without ever knowing because you hadn’t bothered to look. Yuri had never thought of himself as much of a romantic before, but there was something so terribly sad about that he couldn’t help feel sad.

“I try not to think about it much.” Yuri admitted. “I’ve always felt more connected to my skating than any one person, anyways.”

“You aren’t lonely?” Victor was now looking at Yuri intensely, those blue eyes locked on Yuri’s profile. “You don’t want to find them?”

“I… I did. When I was younger.” Yuri smiled softly as a warm memory floated to the surface. “Someone told me something once, though, something that kind of… Shifted my perspective I guess.”

“Oh?” Victor leant forward, the space between them closing up again. This time Yuri didn’t feel the normal creep of shock and embarrassment. All he felt was warm. “Can you tell me what they said? I mean, if you don’t want to, you don’t have to…”

“They told me that a soulmate doesn’t always have to be something romantic.” Yuri paused and took a deep breath as he let the feelings from that day wash over him once more. He’d been so scared, so afraid that he was going to be left behind, even back then before he’d found out exactly how different he really was. He figured he should still be scared now, but he wasn’t. He was happy. Content. “We get so lost in the hunt for our soulmate that we forget what soulmates originally were, you know. They are supposed to be the one person who can give us what we need most in life, even when we don’t know exactly what that thing is. Oh… How did she put it…?”

“Sometimes you need someone to be there just to push you forward when all you want to do is give up, not hold you tight like a lover would.”

They had gone silent then as Victor turned Yuri’s words over in his mind. Eventually he nodded and leant back, reaching out across the gap to grab Yuri’s hand in his own. Yuri let him. He had felt the sharp jolt in the shift of their relationship that time. Right then, the only thing Yuri wanted to do was sit there watching the waves and holding Victor’s hand.

~

Yuri’s life had moved in a blur from that point on. Before he knew it, they were in China. Before he knew it, he was sprawled out on his back on the ice with Victor’s warmth on top of his and a gloved hand curled protectively on the back of his head.

Before he knew it, they were together, officially, and publicly. All those touches in private, stolen kisses, the lingering of fingertips on an arm or shoulder were laid bare for the world to see.

Yuri had never been more terrified or happier in his entire life.

He knew it was coming. The questions that were going to be asked once they left the relative privacy of the locker room Victor had found. The press was out there. Yuri and Victor’s friends were out there. They were all going to want to know the details. When did this happen? How long had they been hiding it? Where was it going?

Are the two of you soulmates?

They were sitting on a bench, thighs pressed together as Yuri tried to quiet the frantic beating of his heart. Victor was holding his right hand and just weaving their fingers together over and over again. Yuri squirmed a bit. His wrist was aching, the cuff must have been chafing through his costume. He ached to just rip it off and be done with it, but he couldn’t be bothered to move.

“You should get a new one.” Victor’s voice sounded overly loud in the empty space and Yuri jumped a bit at the sound, watching with wide eyes as Victor’s thumb moved up to tuck under the cuff. “You’ve been scratching at it for weeks.”

That much was true. The cuff had been more abrasive than it ever had before in the past month or so. Victor was right. It was probably time to get a new one.

Yuri should have pulled his hand back then, but he hadn’t been thinking straight. Honestly, how could he with Victor pressed against his side and everything that had just happened? Looking back, he figured he was probably still in shock from being kissed by the man he had come to love in front of the whole world.

Victor hadn’t meant to do it, but the cuff was old and the snap was weak. When Victor went to pull his thumb away, it caught on the edge of a slight tear in the fabric and the whole thing came off, fluttering to the floor forgotten instantly.

They both stared down at Yuri’s bare wrist. Yuri couldn’t breathe, his mind fuzzy and he heard Victor’s sharp gasp next to him.

The figure skater on Yuri’s wrist was dancing.

“I’ve never seen it move before.” Yuri’s voice was barely even a whisper, but Victor must have heard.

“Yuri…” Victor gently removed his hand and slid away just enough so there was no longer any contact between them. Yuri’s skater instantly froze, locked in the middle of a triple axel. “Yuri, what do you mean you’ve never ‘seen’ it move before.”

Yuri laughed then. He couldn’t help it. The whole thing was just so absurd. Victor waited it out patiently. Finally, he was able to get his thoughts together enough to formulate a response.

“It moves sometimes, when I skate.” Yuri looked up now, looking into Victor’s impossibly blue eyes. “I’ve never seen it happen, but the position is always different after I’ve been deep inside a performance. I… I always just thought that meant skating was my thing. The thing I needed the most in my life… I never thought it would be a person, too.”

Victor reached out and pressed his index finger onto the skin just underneath Yuri’s mark. The skater there finished its axel and flowed into a step sequence. Victor removed his finger and it stopped again, arms out and back arched, one leg hovering over the surface of the imaginary ice.

“I thought I was the only one…”

Yuri’s brow knit together in confusion at Victor’s words. The Russian grinned nervously and unsnapped his own cuff, letting the silken material drift to the floor as well. On his right wrist was the silhouette of another figure skater, locked in the same graceful arch as Yuri’s.

“Yuri, I thought I was the only one!” Victor sounded excited now and Yuri could feel the tug of the emotion deep within himself as well. “That’s why I would always wear the cuff. Sometimes when I would skate it would change positions by the time I was done. I didn’t know what to think so I just hid it.”

“Wow…” Yuri leant over so that he could put their wrists side by side, closing the gap and pressing their bare skin together.

The skaters moved again, synchronized in their dance now. Yuri felt his heart beating too hard again, but he didn’t care. He did have a soulmate! He did! He had a connection to another person so strong it could manifest over thousands of miles of distance in the one thing they both held dear to their hearts. Their love of dancing on the ice.

They watched the figures move for what felt like a long time, but had really only been a few minutes.

“What are we going to say?” Yuri had heard a noise from somewhere outside the room. Their time alone together would be up soon. Someone was bound to find their hiding spot and then they were going to have to face the world once more. Suddenly that thought didn’t seem as daunting as it once did.

Victor didn’t say anything at first, seemingly content to just watch their matching marks dance together. Yuri glance up to see a warm smile on his lips.

“Let’s not tell them just yet.” Victor met Yuri’s gaze with his own and Yuri felt something hot curl in the pit of his stomach.

“I just thought of the perfect addition to your exhibition skate for the Final…”

tale as old as next time: the blanket fort’s beauty & the beast review

Originally posted by kinginthenorthjonsnow

Basically, this is me and probably the rest of the of Beauty & the Beast fandom right now. 

The good news:  the live action movie is nice and entertaining enough, with its own kind of charm.  The bad news:  the original animated film is still complete and utter perfection.  The live action movie can’t even hold a candle to it. 

And no, I don’t think it’s unfair to compare the two.  If you create what is really an unnecessary remake of the legendary Disney animated film that forced the Academy to create a category for Best Animated Picture, because it could and should’ve won the actual Best Picture Award, then you’ve got some seriously big shoes to fill.  Good remakes and re-imaginings have been done before (the Charlton Heston Ben-Hur, anyone?).  This movie needed to be balls-to-the-wall amazingly good. 

The problem is that it’s just in that category of “okay,” “nice” and “it’s entertaining.”  

Originally posted by fuckyeahdragrace

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Warning: Dark and triggering themes, abuse.

Summary: Worry is all you feel when Ethan leaves for his “missions”.

I sat on the bed, studying vigorously. If there’s anything that can get my mind off of the fact that Ethan had a job again tonight, it’s homework. I hate it, but I’m too concentrated to think of anything else, and truthfully, ever so often my mind drifts and I’m left looking at the clock on the bedside. I can feel my anxiety build up, and then, I find it hard to breathe, my mind racing with thoughts I don’t like. I squeeze my eyes shut, desperate to think of anything else.

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anonymous asked:

MAY I?! MAY I?????? IF IT HAVEN'T ASKED YET, PLEASE, KAGEHINA!!!!!!!!! 🙏 THANK YOU A LOT FOR ALL YOUR PREVIOUS ANSWERS!!

OH MY GOODNESS ANON THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING!!!! <3

  • who hogs the duvet
    Kageyama, but unwillingly; HInata moves a lot in his sleep which usually results in the duvet being tossed off and it either piles on top of Kageyama or the floor 
  • who texts/rings to check how their day is going
    Hinata! It’s canon he texts others often, even when some people (cough Kageyama cough) give him one word answers back; Kags eventually puts more effort into his responses though, and in the evenings when they’re both lying in bed ready to sleep, he’ll sometimes call Hinata so they can hear each other say “goodnight” and “sweet dreams” 
  • who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts
    Hinata~ Kags isn’t used to giving gifts so he always goes for what’s most obvious or practical, but Hinata is full of surprises!
  • who gets up first in the morning
    It varies, sometimes Hinata suddenly wakes up from an intense dream to see Kageyama is still snoring, and sometimes Kageyama wakes up to see HInata with his shirt rucked up and drooling a little on the pillow; in either case, they always take a few moments to appreciate how nice and warm it feels to wake up with someone they love beside them 
  • who suggests new things in bed
    Kageyama~ honestly his biggest kink is HInata’s pleasure, so he’s willing to do some extra research on the web and find new things that could make Hinata feel all sorts of fun sensations
  • who cries at movies
    Hinata; if they’re watching the movie in the privacy of their own home, Kags will gently wipe Hinata’s tears away, and if it’s in public, he’ll discretely slip his hand into HInata’s and squeeze it while whispering “stop crying you dummy they’re just actors” 
  • who gives unprompted massages
    Hinata! His hands are a bit small but they’re strong, and he likes the feeling of the knots in Kageyama’s shoulders and lower back loosening up and the satisfied “mmh” sound Kags makes as the tension slips away
  • who fusses over the other when they’re sick
    They both fuss over each other a lot! Usually one of them getting sick leads to the other getting sick because they end up spending so much time in close proximity with one another, since both of them worry about the illness worsening if they’re not by each other’s side to handle it
  • who gets jealous easiest
    Kageyamaa~ Hinata is quite popular, and seeing people constantly be touchy-feely with him just because he’s cute and small makes Kageyama’s blood simmer; sometimes if he’s feeling short tempered he’ll walk right up and take HInata away saying “I need to talk to you about volleyball practice today” as an excuse, or other times Kags will save it for when they’re alone together and be extra touchy-feely
  • who has the most embarrassing taste in music
    I’m not sure! I don’t feel like Kageyama really listens to much music, and Hinata is into pop and alternative rock
  • who collects something unusual
    It’s not too unusual, but Kageyama collects sweatshirts since he likes how cozy and simple they are to wear for jogging or just casual outings! He always buys one if he travels to someplace new; Hinata eventually catches on and starts buying matching sweatshirts, starting with the “Oniku” one~
  • who takes the longest to get ready
    They both take a short amount of time to get ready, but if they’re going someplace that requires a tux rather than plain t-shirts and jeans, Hinata takes a bit longer since he has a harder time with buttoning everything 
  • who is the most tidy and organised
    Hinata is a little more tidy than Kageyama, but he’ll do his share of the cleaning when needed! 
  • who gets most excited about the holidays
    Hinataa~ the holidays haven’t always been a happy time for Kags, so he has a hard time shaking the cloud of gloom that covers his heart as they approach, but Hinata’s cheer and energy make it possible for Kags to have a good time 
  • who is the big spoon/little spoon
    Hinata’s the little spoon, Kags is the big spoon~ 
  • who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports
    BOI both of them are incredibly competitive so it’s an even match, but the number of wins and losses for each of them fluctuate 
  • who starts the most arguments
    They’re both pretty feisty with each other lol, although that lessens as they date for a longer amount of time; they won’t hesitate to call each other out on not doing something satisfactorily, but eventually they’ll come to an agreement about the steps they need to take so they’ll both be content
  • who suggests that they buy a pet
    Hinata! He loves animals a lot, but Kageyama worries about not having the time to properly take care of one so their first pet ends up being a fish that is low maintenance 
  • what couple traditions they have
    Wearing matching sweaters/sweatshirts during the holidays; watching volleyball competitions together (like the Olympics, or the Asian Men’s Volleyball Championship) and analyzing the plays; seeing the midnight premiers of Marvel films; taking a long, warm bath together after a competition; Sundays are katsu curry nights; going on a date for the other one’s birthday and buying them (almost) anything they want; going for a jog together in the mornings as the sun slowly rises over the hills and a jog together in the evenings as the stars come out
  • what tv shows they watch together
    Hunter x Hunter, Naruto, Game of Thrones, American Horror Story 
  • what other couple they hang out with
    TsukkiYama, TanaNoya, IwaOi, KiyoYachi, BokuAka 
  • how they spend time together as a couple
    Bantering; racing each other down the street; holding hands after making sure no one’s watching; sneaking kisses behind street lamps and down alleyways and in dark movie theaters; hugging each other gently before falling asleep; binge-watching anime when it’s a weekend and they have nothing better to do; constantly playing “would you rather”; loving each other so fiercely yet tenderly that they’ll never let each other go 
  • who made the first move
    Hinata~ there was a lot of blushing and stuttering involved, but one late afternoon as they were walking home from practice he told Kageyama “Ireallylikeyouwouldyoupleasegooutwithme”; HInata couldn’t see it because the sun was setting and the street lamps were late in turning on, but Kageyama’s face was redder than a tomato when he finally deciphered HInata’s confession 
  • who brings flowers home
    Kageyama~ he loves the way it makes HInata happy 
  • who is the best cook
    Kageyama! Hinata set off the fire alarm after trying to steam green beans, and so he was banned from trying to cook ever again 

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IwaOi  TsukkiYama  KenHina  KiyoYachi  TanaNoya  AkaKage  EnnoTana  DaiSuga  BokuAka

Dating Jaebum would include (highly requested)

- “jaebum, have you seen my leftovers?”

“Wait,…u didn’t leave them for me…?”

- wearing his hats a lot because this boy will fuck up ya hair during sex by pulling on it all wild and then beg you to go to Walgreens and get him some Gatorade cause he need electrolytes

- going hard whenever his parts of a song come on in the car together, jaebum probably whips so hard he turns into a stop sign or some shit

- this boy ALWAYS steals ya Chapsticks but you can’t really get mad cause he need them more than you

- twirling pasta for him and shoving it in his mouth while you’re all annoyed but he just looks at you with heart eyes

- “hey mark have u seen this pic of me and-”

“You showed it to me 20 mins ago Jaebum, it’s your lock screen, you posted it on Instagram, I’ve seen it.”

- his dad probably calls you some cute shit like his lil angel, always pesters Jaebum about treating u right while you’re next to him like yeah….yeah u should treat me like the prince/ss I am jaebum

- looks so good in suits you sometimes jus ask him to put them on and he don’t understand why

- playing pranks on each other until half of Jaebum’s eyebrow is gone, your covered in feathers, maybe it’s time to stop

- vlogging with him, and he’s all cute and bubbly and laughs a lot

- he likes taking you to new places to eat, insists on taking pictures of you everytime you get dressed for him because he wants to remember it for later

- sometimes he sings you to sleep and kisses down your neck while you cuddle up into him and his arms envelop you and it’s like heaven

- smelling like him for a while after he’s gone and that just makes you a sadder hoe bc, your jaebum is gone

- little encouraging texts from him like “I love u, u can do this, have a great day my princess”

- but 5 seconds later the mood will change and some wild ass text like “I want you naked on the bed waiting for me when i come over tonight” will come through and you’re like what the fuck jaebum I haven’t even eaten breakfast

- singing really…really offtune to everything but it’s music to Jaebums ears, wants jyp to sign ya ass up

- probably that really annoying idol that’s like “no, I have a girlfriend” to everything

- he likes braiding your hair while you snuggle with him and watch tv

- cutie who will probably hold your makeup for you in his pocket when you guys go clubbing, probably lifts you on his back cause your heels hurt your feet

- once a week you both make time to make dinners together, lasagna week is coming up and Jaebum is excited

- jaebum the type to put annoying 2009 MySpace stickers on your pictures but you love him anyways

- let’s you wear his sunglasses even though they’re two sizes too big for your face

- game nights together where he probably gets mad he’s losing scrabble and ends up kissing you to distract you

- all of got7 trying to be all up in ya relationship and jaebums like omg guys stop!!! But you’re probably in the background talking about your sex life with youngjae

- random flowers that he surprises you with and its so cliche but it works

- watching Disney movies together but they’re in English so you gotta translate for him probably

- you could probably wear a sheet with holes cut out and jaebum would probably be like damn babe you look good

- competitions to see who can eat the most icecream but that ends in jaebum laying on your lap while you hold a warm cloth over his forehead cause he tried to shove half the tub in at once

- kissing up and down his chest when you guys are laying together, it probably tickles him

- riding buses together while you fall asleep on him and jaebums like omg so cute….but then you start drooling on him and he wants to push you off but you look cute he’s so conflicted

- y'all probably hear the icecream man passing and you guys try to race, you’re pushing him into a door, he’s pulling you back by your shirt and plopping you on the couch, then by the time you get there it’s already gone cause y'all childish lmao

- you being tired sometimes at events and it ends up with you on his lap asleep in his neck while he tries to pay attention but it’s hard cause your ass is heavy

- sharing everything, you wear his sweaters, jaebum probably steals your earrings and hats smh

- styling his hair for him and sometimes picking out his clothes while you clap in the background cause he looks so cute

- New Years with him while you’re probably drunk & slurring your words and telling him how glad you are you picked him over Jackson and he’s like aw…wait what????

- “did you steal my cologne, y/n?”

“What??? I can’t hear you, I gotta go, love u bye!!!!”

- looking at animals together while you guys sigh all dramatically bc you can’t get one yet

- Mark probably has to pry you off of Jaebum when you drop him off for practice because y'all kiss each other goodbye in the car but then 2 mins later he’s on your lap for some reason, kissing down your neck and marks like we gtg dude

- petty arguments over who gets to lick the bottom of the brownie bowl

- kissing his shoulders because he’s sore sometimes and he just sits there like (◕‿◕✿)

- trying to not laugh at each other when you make eye contact on variety shows but it’s impossible and the camera zooms in on both of y'all making double chins at each other

- attempting cooking classes together but jaebum ends up slicing himself so you gotta take him home and listen to him complain about the hello kitty bandaid you gave him

- roasting him because he got more Simpsons memorabilia than he got pictures of you
•"Why don’t you just keep Bart in ya wallet then?“
But he got a Photocard in there you just don’t know lmao

- grabbing onto his hair when he’s literally fucking you into a wall and his princess ass stops like baby girl, I love you, but watch the hair

- sending him little butterfly kisses from across the practice room and he’s all dramatic and pretends to catch them and put them in his pocket for later and jacksons like bro….why didnt u do that for me??

- randomly screaming about something and jaebum runs in with a bat all scared but you’re just staring at pictures of him on tumblr and he’s like really

- really into stripteases, but likes to pick the music and you’re trying to be all sexy to some fast ass techno beat

- in all honesty, the entire relationship feels like when you’ve been laughing for a really long time and you get that little pause where everything feels nice and you love the way life looks, and jaebum makes you feel like that because he treats you like the apple of his eye and puts you above everything else like the cutie he is, your number one fan and sugar bun

Criminal Minds Headcanons/Character Descriptions
  • Emily Prentiss: not-so-secretly a spy, pretends to be past her emo phase- is actually still really emo, speaks 458379803854 languages, lowkey ninja, super chill, the older sister, drives with the windows down, straight up eats ice cubes for no reason, listens to emo music in her room, quiet in a loud sort of way, her laugh is actual magic, wears too much black to be considered healthy, always just a little bit angry, really bad at being the designated driver (always ends up being the most drunk), always up for a good party, cats are her spirit animal, deepest desire is to be a crazy cat lady, knows how to hold her licquor freakishly well, turns 21 every year, cooler than everybody else
  • JJ: eats cheetos like oxygen, little sister/middle child, hair is always perfect, can eat all the junk food she wants without gaining any weight, can kill you with his ninja hands, smells really nice, somehow knows everybody's secrets, good listener, smiles a lot, just really wants to fall in love one day, the popular cheerleader that everybody actually likes, listens to indie music, never not fabulous, wants to have a ton of kids, brings home strays without telling anyone, always the first to volunteer to take care of the class pet
  • Penelope Garcia: that weird neighbor kid that's just always around, nicknamed "the baking grandma" because of the inexplicable way she has of always having baked goods on hand, "Garcia's the name, and witty comebacks are my game", perfect ray of sunshine, an actual human rainbow, everybody has to have at least one pefectly peculiar nickname, will kill you with her ninja-hugs, has a gigantically beautiful sparkling smile, bright pink lipstick, wears too many colors at once, really good at helping you through a breakup, butterscotches in her purse, might be a grandma, computer nerd, can beat anybody at video games, afraid of guns, tries to be tough but doesn't know how, would wear pure glitter if she could, doesn't have a favorite color because if she chose then she would feel bad for all the other colors (it's actually pink)
  • Hotch: the undeniable dad, loves everybody equally, shows people love without words, you know you're in trouble when he gives you one of his famous "hotch glares", only really laughs when he's with the people he loves, his smile will make your knees weak, likes to spoon, strong and silent type, always wears suits for no reason, works too much, secretly a sinnamon bun, will kill you if you mess with the people he loves, cares too much, the proud dad, shows up to ALL recitals and shows, equally passionate and compassionate, crazy good at his job, nobody knows his secrets, secretly amazing at throwing surprise parties, can not bake to save his life, his smile is like the moon and the stars combined, tries to make dad jokes and fails
  • Spencer Reid: king of the dorks, the precious little brother, must be protected at all costs, obsessed with Halloween, plans Halloween an actual year ahead of time, drinks coffee through an IV, book worm, facts, books make him feel safe, refuses to play video games, thinks he's tough but is actually a precious cinnamon bun, owns too many sweaters, purple is definitely his favorite color, apologizes too much, drinks a lot of water, lost count of the number of PhDs he has a long time ago, awkward, never knows what to say, bad social skills, social anxiety, chess tournaments make him happy, eats a lot of cake, owns a scooter
  • Derek Morgan: the amazing big brother, looks out for everyone else before himself, kicks the bullies in the nuts, burgers and fries all the time, captain of the football team but also organizes fundraisers for the needy, likes working out, shovels neighbors' sidewalks/ mows neighbors' lawns without asking, loves and appreciates dogs, lowkey believes that cats are the anti-christ, helps old people cross the street, grocery store runs are always his job, goes on long bike rides just to think
  • David Rossi: aka Captain Sass, the weird uncle, nosy but he's rich so it's okay, DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO STAY IN HIS LANE, always offers to babysit but he has no idea how children work, has so many stories that just can't be true but actually are, thinks he's cool and hip- might actually be but tbd still, somehow knows all, shows up at random times, can cook REALLY REALLY WELL, super Italian, thrives on pasta
  • Jason Gideon: crazy bird guy that lives across the street, makes pecan squares that he thinks are amazing but actually aren't, secretly paints in his basement (like Bob Ross-level paintings), people watches from his front window, awkward pats on the back, doesn't always understand social cues, throws A+ garage sales, yells at other people for not raking the leaves off their lawn in the fall, raises chickens without telling anyone
  • Elle Greenaway: can stab you with a knife, a gun, a chainsaw, and a machete all at the same time, mean older sister, WILL call you on your shit, thinks about death too much, everybody is afraid of her, skipped the emo phase, somehow came out of the womb a traumatized adult, 100% feminist, steals your food when you're not looking, doesn't like hugs, says it like it is, wears a lot of necklaces, confusing, has a thing for a guy in a uniform
  • Kate Callahan: has a lot of friends, seems really badass until she starts gushing about baby animals, volunteers at animal shelters, sorority sister, infinitely loyal, loves everybody until she hates them, knows how to appreciate the simple things, 5'2" of rage and fury and love, pure emotion, loves to cuddle, sometimes people confuse her, just wants to make the world a better place, hates vegetables but eats them anyway, drinks a lot of chocolate milk
  • Alex Blake: reads a lot, blue is her favorite color, went to college earlier than normal, a beautiful nerd, a rare species, deserves the world but gets a cup of coffee instead, underestimated, knows how and when to pull out the sass, ends up being the babysitter on all occasions, more mature than she should be, extremely level-headed, knows how to read between the lines really well, accepts everything thrown her way, underappreciated, needs to be told she's loved more often, breakfast is her favorite meal of the day, makes a lot of sandwiches for no reason at all
  • Tara Lewis: the cousin that everybody always forgets about, gets left behind on family outings and everybody has to go back to get her- she's strangely okay with it, just wants some kettle corn or cotton candy, puts ketchup on everything, shows up at colleges she's never been to just to party, okay with anything as long as she has a say, will talk to anybody, likes getting to know people, would totally speed-date, likes to watch old stand-up comedy and slam poetry videos on YouTube
  • Erin Strauss: won't admit that she's the mom, proud of all her children, owns 8 million sweatshirts from her alma mater that she constantly wears, kinda lonely but will never admit it, hates cooking with a passion, loves wine a little too much, seriously appreciates a good towel, would sell her soul for a massage
Mercurial

I’ve been listening to Glass Animals a lot lately and I was ~inspired~ so I spat this out… idk how I feel about it but here you go.

Pairing: Solangelo

Summary: Nico di Angelo has a voice like charred cinnamon and Will Solace is addicted

Word Count: 2,099

Warnings: Vague nudity… kind of smut… but not really…… at all………..


Will remembers the night like a dream or a backward hallucination.

It starts in a bar made of low lights and swaying bodies. Lazy disco lights that filter through fingers like something sticky.

The music makes the atmosphere what it is. The band that’s performing is just starting out, and Will doubts that anyone in the room is sure of what their name even is, but they fill up the room with their noise. It’s a hazy timbre of electronic sound, it breathes and pulses, controls the fibers of everything it touches.

Their lead singer has a voice that’s so soothing it turns Will’s limbs to waste. He exists only front and center on the stage, crooning, hangs from the microphone like he wouldn’t be standing otherwise. He’s less dancing to the music and more singing to the dance. His movements control the way the words are breathed from his lips.

Will hasn’t been so mesmerized by someone before in his life.

After they finish performing, he finds the melodist at the bar, throwing back a drink and settling it back down onto the counter with a gentle exhale. His lips part slightly, face tilted toward the ceiling and catching a glowing serenade of lights. He’s made of everything soft and lovely in that moment.

Will’s first words to him can barely be heard over the second band of the night.

“I’d like to know your name.”

When this stranger sets his gaze on him, Will feels his fingers go numb. His eyes are just as dizzying as everything else about him. The smile that he offers is enough to jolt into action an earthquake across Will’s ribs.

“Nico,” He breathes it like a secret. Will leans forward like he wants to hear more, like he has to, and so Nico leans forward too, “di Angelo. Nico di Angelo.”

Later, when Nico pulls him into his hotel room, Will whispers it against his thighs, feels fingers twisting into his hair and hears Nico curse and whimper. It’s vertiginous, like standing at the edge of a drop-off, watching tiny pieces of earth crumble away and drop into the abyss.

Will kisses every inch of him, shivers and curls his toes at the feeling of Nico’s hands moving over him, his breath against his ear, his words the only important thing that exist in that moment. They’re all that is.

And afterward, Nico lays in his arms and sings into his hair and then against his neck, and Will tells him that he’s beautiful, because he is.

He’s not there in the morning.

Will would suspect he dreamt it, but the marks scattered across him prove otherwise.


Two years later, Will hears news of Nico’s band coming back through town and after arguing with himself for days on end, he gives in to the part that insists he needs this. So, he gets himself a spot front and center in the audience, the place he knows Nico di Angelo comes to life.

He slips onto stage like a shadow, the way he makes his way forward tricks Will’s mind into believing that he belongs there, that he’s just an extension of the rickety ceiling fans and loose floorboards.

His band is still small enough that a part of Will thinks of him as a secret to be kept from everyone else.

Will watches Nico’s fingers curl around the mic stand with such exact fascination that the breathy, “Hey,” uttered from above him makes him startle slightly before flicking his gaze upward; Nico stares straight back at him, all eyelashes and tight jeans.

The smirk that works its way onto Nico’s face as his band starts in on the first song of the night is dangerous and he practically makes love to the microphone, pulling his hands down it and letting his knees go weak. Will wants to stand in its place, let Nico utter the lyrics onto his lips.

As soon as the performance ends, Nico slips off the stage and lands right in front of Will, drags him into a kiss that’s all slow fire and Will’s brain blinking out.

That night, they dance against each other for hours and Will tries to memorize the paths his hands take. It’s not surprising that he wakes up to find Nico tangled in the sheets next to him. It’s also not surprising that he closes his eyes once more and when he opens them again, the other side of the bed is vacant.


It becomes habit. Every time Nico’s band goes on tour, they find their way back to a certain town huddled off to the side of a city that screams loud enough for the entire world.

There’s a point that Nico recalls vaguely, a restless night where it’s four a.m. and he’s thinking about a boy. A boy that lives all the way across the country. He’s wondering how he walks because they’ve never really been together long enough for Nico memorize something like that, to even pay attention.

Will Solace’s hips are the only consistency that Nico knows outside of the band. He knows the shape of him as well as he knows the shape of his guitar and it aches low inside of him, the way nothing else makes him feel quite as whole. So, even when his band is hitting top 40s lists, he gets them into the venue nearest to the boy with the freckles and he utters a cryptic greeting into his microphone when he finally spots him in the crowd, as close to the front as he can get.

Will knows where to find him after every concert. And he does, despite telling himself that he won’t, that this is the year he won’t find himself trapped in the singer’s web.

Nico stands out back next to the trash cans where no one else wants to venture, lazily pulls at a cigarette while he waits. Just like every other time before.

When Will catches sight of him, he frowns. “That’s going to kill you one way or another, di Angelo.”

Nico just tilts his head back and blows smoke into the night, “I only smoke once a year, Sunshine.”

The meaning is clear, but Will is not flattered. “I don’t believe that. You could just stand out here.”

“That’s not nearly as fun.” He drops the cigarette and smashes it beneath his boot, creeps up to Will with a look on his face like vengeance flipped upside down, catches his belt loops and drags him closer.

Will sighs, lets their lips find each other in the dark. It’s too familiar, Nico’s hands slipping beneath his t-shirt.

Nico’s kisses tell a story.

His lips are soft and quietly desperate, they caress and move with such care that it feels almost irrelevant to breathe and disrupt their dance.

His tongue is pleading, it nudges against Will’s lips and slides against the edge of his teeth, he’s not afraid of being wounded.

His hands are tragic and tumbling, they don’t know where to rest and the shivers across Will’s nerves chase them.

Nico di Angelo is a drifter, nothing about him is quite certain, but when he kisses him, Will thinks of rainfall. He remembers sun breaking through clouds. He feels petals across his fingertips, breathes the sweet smell of honey and kicks up clouds of sand.

Nico is a summer breeze, he’s always welcome and never there for long.

Will always, always wants him.

So he drags himself away, holds Nico at arms-length, “No.”

Nico’s expression is more viable then than ever before, “What?”

“Tonight, we’re going somewhere. I’m… I can’t just have you for one night anymore, Nico, I just can’t.” He face crumbles as he says it and he pulls Nico slowly closer again, but more tender this time, just his hands against Nico’s biceps and their foreheads touching.

Nico closes his eyes, they’re so close that it would be difficult to just look away. “You know I can’t stay.”

“I’m not asking you to. I’m just…” Will sighs defeatedly, kisses his cheek softly because it’s the only way they’ve communicated for so long, in touches and feeling. He wants to convey: I want so much more of you than what I have.

Nico’s breath catches. People are not tender with him, they do not want more, it’s always been one-night stands and coiling smirks and emptiness. He’s just a thing to be discarded.

But Will has always been different, softer.

He proves it now, nudging his nose against Nico’s, pushing hair from his face and muttering a quiet, “Hey,” into the wind.

Nico smiles a bit, “Hi.”

That makes Will laugh, but then they’re quiet again and it’s just their breaths and hands against skin and over clothing; tentative.

“We’ve known each other for years, Nico. And I don’t even know your favorite color. I don’t think I’ve even asked… I want to talk to you. I want… I want to know you. Really know you.”

Nico is already nodding, without even thinking it over really, because it’s always been what he wants too.

Will lets out a breath, “Where do you want to go?”

Shaking his head, “I can’t… We can’t go somewhere where I’ll be seen. I don’t want to deal with that tonight, Will.”

Will makes a face like he’s berating himself for forgetting such a simple thing. Oh. Yeah, of course. We can… Just…” He opens his eyes, brushes his fingers over Nico’s cheek to get him to do the same, “Come to my place?”

Nico’s breath catches. Being invited into Will’s home feels symbolic.

“Okay.”

Will pulls his jacket off and drapes it over Nico’s shoulders instead, pulls the hood up so it shades his face, and then guides him into the parking lot by the hand. Nico keeps his head down and holds his breath when they walk past large groups of people, but Will does his best to guard him from view and no one bats an eyelash.

Will Solace’s car is such an obvious reflection of him that Nico laughs. It’s an old, red pickup truck. The kind that belongs in the country, trundling over long and serene views of endless hills. Will just shoves him playfully, saying that he can walk if he’s going to disrespect his truck, and Nico shakes his head. “No, I just… I should have known that you’d own something like this.”

The look Will gives him makes Nico’s face flush enough to match the car. (It’s wondering and awed and lovely.)

Will turns the radio on as soon as he starts driving, and Nico watches as he taps out beats on the steering wheel and sings along off-key, flashing him sideways grins in between verses. It’s endearing because he’s not quiet about it. This a windows down, all or nothing afair, and Will Solace is giving it his all.

Soon enough, Nico joins in, and Will’s voice falters in the second afterward, because it seems almost disrespectful to sing over something that beautiful.

They keep up their chorus all the way to the door, though, even without the radio backing them up. It’s all laughter and Nico knocking their shoulders together, trying to shush Will, who’s not discouraged in the slightest. He only shuts up when he gets shoved against the door and Nico yanks their mouths together fierce enough to make his heart give out.

“Goddamn,” he chokes, and Nico laughs and laughs, pulls the keys out of his weakened fingers and opens the door for them.

Everything between them is as natural as breathing. A small part of Will recognizes that it probably shouldn’t be, but he doesn’t really care.

They sit on the floor in front of the couch with a vast assortment of junk food and just talk. They find things out about each other that are so mundane it’s hardly believable they didn’t know before. Suddenly, they’re more than just bodies, they have souls.

Nico reaches out and curls his pinky finger around Will’s.

“Just come with me. Come on tour with me. I’ll stow you away in the bus and we can just be together, you know?” He says it sadly, looking down at their hands. He knows it’s not really possible.

Will sighs, “I wish. I wish.”

Nico just bites his lip, lets out a shaky breath. “At least promise me that you’ll be here. You’ll be here.”

Will nods. He knows that Nico means, Tell me you won’t find someone better.

He lifts his hand a little, pulling Nico’s with it, “I pinky promise.”

Their laughter fills up the apartment, gives life to the walls, and when Will wakes up the next morning, Nico is curled up with his head in his lap. He closes his eyes once more and when he opens them again, it’s because of the soft press of lips against his own.

RFA, V, and Saeran - Best Friends/Platonic Relationships Headcanons

A/N: Okay, I was going to make an edit aND I DELETED THE POST WITH THIS PROMPT ON IT. I’M SO SORRY TO THE NONNIE THAT REQUESTED THIS. I hope you see it!!! As I said, it was tons of fun to write!!! ~ Admin 626

TW: death mention, needle mention

YOOSUNG

  • You love playing video games with this little dude!!!
  • Pokémon? Smash Bros? and of course LOLOL
  • youtwotagteamandtrytobreatSaeyoung
    • talkaboutafailedmission
  • MC stop knocking the controller out of my hand when I’m about to win”
    • “yOU WANNA GO YOOSUNG? LET’S TAKE THIS OUTSIDE”
    • youreanaggressivegamer
  • Outside of video games, you’re both avid plushie collectors
    • youbothowneverysingleTsumTsumthatisavailable
    • “MC I can see the plushies stuffed in ur purse please give them back”
    • “I AM NOT AFRAID TO USE VIOLENT MEANS MC PUT THE PLUSHIES DOWN”
    • byviolentmeanshemeansanerfgunthislittlecutie
    • youalwayswinnOONECANBEATYOUINANERFWARNOTEVENSAERAN
  • You both take a cooking and baking class together!
    • You cook better than him but no one can beat this boy’s baking skills
    • Notreallyasurprisethisboiisugarsweet
    • You both have competitions to see who can cook/bake the better dish!!!
    • S A B O T A G E
  • “Oops, sorry MC, really didn’t mean to break your bowl with cake batter in it…”
    • damnthosepuppydogeyes
    • listen,,, u may think this boy can’t put up a fight bUT HE WILL KILL FOR HIS BAKING SKILLS
  • He’s super supportive of yours and Zen’s relationship!!
    • He goes with you and Jaehee to watch Zen’s shows!!!
    • Hopesthatzenwilleventuallytonedownthenarcissism
  • Youtryhookinghimupwithsaranwrap
    • Anotherfailedmission*cri*
    • orsotheyleadyoutothink*winkwonk*

ZEN

  • It was super hard to become friends with this dramatic ass hoe at first
    • Howcanhetalkabouthimselfsomuchwth
  • But when he learns that you’re a hairdress and makeup artist he wants to hire you!!!
  • You’re a little annoyed at first but cmon, a job is a job!
    • You slowly figure out there’s so much more to zenny boy than just his narcissism when you’re doing his hair and makeup???
    • Who knew he was actually sweet and worked so hard???
    • This lil boi offers to be your instagram model when you wanna show off new makeup looks!
    • Since he’s so popular you gain a huge following so you end up teaching classes about makeup???
    • No matter how busy he is, he comes to every class to be ur model!!! That little sweeatheart
  • Youtrytopairhimandjaeheetogether
  • “hAHA OOPS I GOTTA GO AND LEAVE YOU TWO ALONE AT THIS MOVIE SORRY IT’S AN EMERGENCY”
    • yourhoeassissittinginthebackrowwatchingandhopeZenwillpullthedumbyawnmove
    • heactuallydoes
  • urns out you love riding his motorcycle???
  • “mC WHERE ARE THE KEYS TO MY MOTORCYCLE?”
    • “listen zen,,, I am the greatest good…you’re ever gonna get,,,”
    • “I can’t tell if you lost the keys or if you stole them to make that stupid reference”

JAEHEE

  • You bonded with jaehee over the amount of work you both have to do!
  • You’re in med school and ur supervisor LOVES to run you ragged
    • You’re pager pretty much goes off every time u get home
  • Getting five hours of sleep is a godsend for you both???
    • You precious beans don’t deserved to be treated this way
  • She loves watching Zen movies with you!
    • You always have something super insightful to say
    • And if you ever criticize something, ur super nice about it, it doesn’t even sound like criticism
    • You’rethankfultoherforshowingyouZennyinallhishotness
  • “Jaehee… did you just lick your poster of Zen..?”
    • “No, MC, I believe you are just high”
    • “Pretty sure I’m not”
    • “You’ll catch these hands if you mention this to anyone again”
    • youfindoutjaeheesecretlylovesmemes
  • After a super sappy Zen movie where the moral was to pursue your dreams, you’re able to push jaehee into pursuing hers!!
    • You help her with so much even with your busy schedule!
    • Food tasting, coffee tasting, finding a good place to open at, etc
  • You’re pretty much her assistant and you LOVE it
    • Maybeyoushouldhavemajoredinbusiness
  • this little cinnamon roll always has a cup of coffee and a piece of cake ready for you when you get out of the hospital
  • you even have your own armchair in the shop that you always sometimes fall asleep in
  • theentireRFAtakespicturesofucauseyoudroolLMAOthosehoes 

JUMIN

  • YOU BOTH LOVES CATS SOOO MUCH OMG
    • He’s so glad to have someone in the group who understands his love for cats
    • Otherthansaeyoungthatboyiscreepy
  • But it turns out, you’re not just a cat lover, you’re an animal lover!
    • You drag this hoe to a zoo to teach him about all the other animals in the world!!
    • He becomes fascinated with them and you two go to ever famous zoo/safari there is in the world???
  • “There’s so much in the world I haven’t seen, MC, how could I be so blind?”
    • “Haha, are you making fun of V?”
    • “MC no”
  • You two binge watch Netflix documentaries!!!
    • “dAVID ATTENBOROUGH HERE I COME”
    • “wow MC the birds are so beautiful”
    • “Do you have a fetish for them like your fetish with cats?”
    • MC what”
  • He even considers getting a doggo???
    • You two both go to the shelter and adopt dogs!!!
    • Of course he brings Elizabeth the 3rd, he needs to make sure his princess gets along with the new addition to the family
  • He gets a black lab!!!
    • Her name is Coco!!! What a cutie
  • You two have playdates with your dogs ofc
  • You show this trustfund boy many commoner things
    • Itslikeouranhighschoolhostcluballoveragain
    • “wait…so a microwave heats leftovers…but why would anyone have leftovers?”
    • “MC WHY WOULD YOU GIVE ME THIS INSTANT RAMEN ARE YOU TRYING TO POISON ME”
    • “a public library is where people go to rent a book for a few days? Why don’t they just get their own library?”
  • honestly ur such a good, healthy friend for him unlikethatrikahoe u show him so many things the world has to offer

SAEYOUNG

  • mEMES GALORE!!
  • YOU FREAKING NERDS
  • No one, not even jumin’s body guards, can stop this memelording duo
  • But one day you’re show up at his door sobbing
    • W H A T
    • This boy is so out of his element he has no idea what to do!!!
  • Turns out you’re a nurse and someone just died on your watch?
    • You couldn’t have prevented it but why does it hurt so much
    • Ohgodohgodwhatishesupposedtodoishesupposedtohugyou??
    • Yeahdumbassthatskindawhatudo
  • He hugs you and says “Listen, MC, your job saves so many lives. There will be deaths but just remember the many that you’ve saved. I wish I could have a job that saved people’s lives.” omgbbysaeyoungnoooo
  • This a super deep bonding moment for you two that solidified your friendship forever!!!
    • When Saeyoung is feeling super down about his job, he comes to you
    • “I’m hurting so many people but I can’t escape it”
  • He’s afraid he’s revealed way too much to you and someone will come after you
    • BUT AYO, YOU’RE NOT JUST A NURSE, YOU’RE A HELLA BA NURSE
    • YOU’LL USE YOUR NEEDLES TO SLICE AND KILL PEOPLE
  • You two nerd out together now!!!!
    • Stars Wars? Midnight Premiere plus cosplay hetotallyhackedthecinema’swebsitetogetthetickets
    • Doctor Who? marATHONS!!!
    • youbothlovedatingsimsgames

SAERAN

  • ·You never though in a million years that Edgelord would become your best friend
  • But for his birthday, you got him tickets to his favorite band because this precious emo deserves happiness
  • He has no one to take though???Whydidyouthinkhehadfriendsudumbass
    • No one in the RFA wants to go (emomusic?nothx) and there’s no way in hell he’s taking Saeyoung sorrynotsorry
    • “Since there’s no one better, wanna go with me?”
    • Thanks saran wrap, thanks
  • You actually really love the music at the concert!!
    • You ask saran wrap for more music recommendations and he gives you a couple of CDs and tells u his fave songs
    • One day you return his CDs and he’s napping on the couch?
  • Ho my god he sTARS THRASHING AROUND???
    • He’s probably having a nightmare but you don’t know what to do???
    • You wake him up but he grabs your wrist REALLY tightly because he thinks you’re an enemy
    • Neverwakethisboyup
    • Of course this goth bean has nightmares, he was subjected to so many years of mental torture!!!
  • He’s not ready for any sort of human contact so hugging to comfort him is out of the question
    • You tell him that he can go back to sleep and that you’ll stay here til he wakes up
    • “No one will go after you while I’m here!!!
    • realfierceMC
    • He smiles smirks because you’re like a hissing kitten
  • Having you there is actually super comforting??? Kittensareveryuseful
  • You become a huge part in his road to recovery
    • You help him learn how to socialize! Ofc he’s still an asshole but at least he’s not a murdering asshole
    • You get him a cat!! Pet therapy!!!
    • Youteachhimhowtodressalittlelessedgy
  • He cracks so many jokes about you???
    • “Hey MC you’re almost tall enough to be taken seriously”
    • hemysteriouslygetsblackeye 

V (he’s a lil blind in this one)

  • You’ve actually been SUPER cautious of V
  • He doesn’t seem like a bad guy but…there was just so much he wasn’t telling the group???
  • You decide to take a photography class because you got a Canon camera as a birthday gift from your parents!
    • V is teaching the class?
    • Theyletblindpeopleteach??? Youlearnsomethingneweveryday
  • You’re a good student and you actually have a knack for this!
  • You two start eating dinner together after the class on the way home
  • You may be quiet in class bUT YOU SASS HIM SO MUCH AFTERWARDS
    • “V, we should give you a broomstick instead of a cane, the world would be a much cleaner place!”
    • “A blind man walks into a bar..and a table…and a chair”
    • “When you and Rika broke up, did she say “we should see other people?” haha get it cause you can’t see”
    • MCWHY
  • He’s honestly loving it though?
    • Everyone tiptoes around him, it’s annoying
  • But you just keep making jokes! It’s so refreshing
  • He recognizes your talent and starts giving you one on one lessons!!! He wants to take you one as an apprentice, what a cute giraffe
  • In return, you teach him Braille!
    • “Where did you learn this from?”
    • “Oh one of my other friends is blind, why do you think I know so many blind jokes?” youtotallydidntusegoogleliketheAdmindid
  • As V begins losing more of his sight, cutie you starts helping him around the house
    • You make sure everything in his house is always where it’s supposed to be
    • Thisisoutofthewellbeingofyourheartandnotbecausehemadeasaltybirthdaycakeforyou
    • Sevenisanassholewholikestomovethingsaround
  • As much as you don’t like Rika, you don’t push V into trying to fall out of love with her, you recognize that something like that will take time and he has to want to get over her
    • He’s very thankful for you

Nursey wins a poetry contest and brings Dex as his plus-one

Cross posted on ao3 here

“Uh, hey.” Nursey cleared his throat and leaned against the doorjamb that lead into their attic. Dex glanced up from his laptop, raised an eyebrow at him and went back to tapping at his keyboard.

“Hey.” Dex said, his voice crisp in the way that usually meant that he was working on a particularly tough line of code and he didn’t want to be disturbed, Nurse, god, could you fuck off for half a second?


“You got a minute? I want to ask you something.” Nursey crossed the room to sit at his desk chair backwards, legs on either side of the back. He bumped his desk and the coffee can full of pens wobbled, then clattered to the floor. He and Dex both sighed at the sound.

“What do you want, klutz?” Dex asked, lifting his eyes but not his fingers from his laptop. Dex continued to type as he looked Derek in the eye, which was not only, like, totally creepy but also kind of showboating.

“So, I kind of… Won an award? For some poetry. And it’s not really a big deal, but there’s like, a dinner thing in the city for me and some of the other winners.”

Dex finally stopped typing.

“And the invite has a ‘plus one’ spot. So, I mean, I was wondering if…” He trailed off, suddenly certain that this was a stupid idea. He should have asked anyone other than Dex, fuck, what was he thinking?

“If I’d be your plus one?” Dex finished for him, not sounding amused.

“Yeah, pretty much, yeah.”

“When is it?”

“Saturday. This Saturday. I know it’s kind of short notice.”

Dex leaned back in his chair and stretched his arms over his head. When he spoke, it was to the ceiling.

“I’ll go. Do I gotta wear a suit?”

Derek was momentarily stunned into silence, whether at the fact that Dex had actually agreed or the thought of him in a suit, he wasn’t sure.

“Uh, I don’t think it’s that fancy. I mean, probably like, a tie and shit would be fine.”
“Cool. You driving?”

“Yeah,” Nursey said. “And I was thinking we could spend the night at my moms’, if that’s chill. It’ll probably be kind of a late event, and I thought we could drive back Sunday morning.”

Dex shrugged. “Fine by me. Not like I had any plans for this weekend.”

“Great. S’wawesome.”

Dex glanced back at his computer screen, then up at Nursey.

“Yeah. Well, if that’s all…” He said, pointedly resuming his typing. Nursey made a hasty exit, nearly clobbering himself on the low support halfway down the stairs to the second floor. He didn’t know if he was more surprised that Dex had agreed so easily or that he had seemed damn near enthusiastic about it.

“Jesus fuck, Nurse.” Dex hissed, his fingers flexing. “I didn’t know…”
Nursey felt himself frowning and turned to look at his plus one. Even in his head, he didn’t dare use the word ‘date.’ Dex looked uncomfortable, fidgeting with the collar on his shirt and fucking up his tie. Nursey sighed and reached over to straighten it for him, smoothing down the lapels of his jacket that Dex had insisted on bringing, and seemed grateful for now.

Everyone milling about was in formalwear, even the staff sported crisp black waistcoats.

“Didn’t know what?” Nursey frowned.

“I didn’t- You said it was ‘no big deal.’” Dex’s face was flushing steadily dark enough to conceal his freckles, his ears glowing red. Derek had a comical mental image of Dex’s head swelling red then bursting like an irate cartoon.

Nursey looked around, shrugged. “I mean, it’s just a dinner, Dex. There will be some speeches, I’ll read a poem, people will clap politely then we can leave. Okay?”

Without asking him if he wanted any, Nursey snagged two champagne flutes from a passing waitress and handed one to Dex, who held it like he’d never held a piece of stemware in his life before. Which actually, Nursey thought, might be true.

“Dude,” Dex said through his teeth. “This is like, fancy.”

Nursey looked around. It wasn’t the most highbrow event he’d attended, that was sure, but he supposed that maybe this was all a bit much depending on what one was used to.

“Sorry,” he blurted. “I didn’t mean- Like, are you uncomfortable?”

Dex glowered and downed his champagne in one go. Nursey cringed at seeing champagne that probably cost more than a car per case being taken as grimly as a shot of Smirnoff, but he decided not to point it out.

“It’s fine,” Dex said. “It’s just… It’s weird. Not what I was expecting.”

Nursey felt guilty, as if he’d been remiss in warning his friend what the evening might entail. Certainly he’d be doing a lot of networking, hoping to make connections for after graduation, which loomed only months away, but he’d assumed that Dex would just hang out while he did.

“I’m sorry.” He said again, reaching out to squeeze Dex’s forearm. “I didn’t think, that’s my bad.”

Dex shrugged him off, looking around curiously. “It’s fine, dude, don’t apologize. I’m fine.”

Nursey swallowed his concern. Dex was an adult, if he was uncomfortable, he’d say so. He knew that much, at least. With that decided, he put on his sweetest smile and struck up a conversation with the man standing next to them.

The dinner itself was impressive. Trays and platters were brought out, waiters ducked in and out of the tables to refill drinks and trays alike. Nursey kept up animated conversation with the half dozen other people at their table, introducing Dex only briefly as ‘a friend from Samwell.’ The woman to his right was a publishing executive that had given him her card with a wink, telling him to get in contact after graduation.

Dex was quiet, surprisingly so, and sampled everything that came his way with an air of caution, though he appeared to like everything he tried. A literature professor from some prestigious university gave a speech (dry, trying too hard to be funny), a young Chinese woman that had won first place last year gave a speech (witty, actually funny), then several more guests spoke, trying to seem as humble as possible while casually reminding everyone that they were the generous donors that had provided the opulence surrounding them, not to mention the awards for the winners.

Nursey half listened and clapped politely when everyone else did, more focused on watching Dex grapple with stalks of asparagus, or tear his bread into pieces with a ferocity that Dex usually reserved for the ice. Saving that information for later chirping, Derek almost missed when they called his name.

The honorable mention and third place winners had already been recognized, receiving their plaques and shaking hands with several people that Nursey lazily supposed he should give a shit about, seeing as they were the ones that had judged his poetry and found it worthy of second place, but to him, they just looked like a bunch of boring old white people.

Standing too quickly and almost toppling his chair, he made his way through the small round tables until he reached the podium where people had been speaking. The woman in charge gave him a smile that didn’t reach her eyes and stepped aside, gesturing for him to speak into the microphone.

“Uh, good evening, everyone. Thanks so much for coming tonight, we all really appreciate it.” He said, his voice smooth from years of public speaking practice even though his heart was hammering inside his chest. He could feel it when he reached into the pocket of his suit jacket, pulling out a crumpled piece of computer paper.

“It’s my honor to be hear tonight, and a big thanks to the committee for that.” He paused while there was some brief clapping, then ducked his head to smile. “And it’s an honor to have been asked to read a poem of mine here tonight, as well.” He cleared his throat and pushed back his shoulders, looking out into the crowd.

Dex’s eye caught his and he smiled, flushing with pride that Dex was here with him, here to see his accomplishments.

He didn’t need to look at the paper to remember the words, but it helped him feel grounded to hold the age-softened paper in both hands as the words poured out, well rehearsed and melodic.

When he finally fell silent, there was a hush over the crowd before people began to clap. He winced a bit at that- wasn’t that a bit unusual, applauding for poetry? -But when he saw Dex clapping with the rest of them, his face relaxed into a smile and he gave a goofy half-bow. The woman who had been speaking before took back the microphone and announced his prize: a $5,000 check along with his plaque.

Pleased, Nursey took both the plaque and the envelope, shaking hands with and thanking sincerely each of the patrons of the arts that stood off to the side before making his way back to the table, smiling the whole while.

When he got back to the table, Dex’s chair was empty but for Dex’s jacket, which he’d hung up once they sat for dinner. Nursey frowned, setting his awards on the table next to his wine glass and sitting, trying to pay attention as the first place winner was called up, a beautiful girl wearing a hijab that, when she read her poem, the words fell more like music than speech. Nursey was enthralled, almost enthralled enough to forget the empty seat beside him. He clapped as she accepted her awards and posed for pictures, wondering where the hell Dex had gotten off to. Maybe to top up his drink at the bar? Anyway, he ought to have been back by now.

Nursey was craning his neck to look around the dining hall when he felt a tap on his shoulder from the woman on his other side. “I think your friend went to refresh himself in the washroom.” She said in a way that indicated she knew exactly what his poem had been about. He thanked her and stood, as unobtrusively as possible to make his way to the door as the final speech began.

He followed a waitress’s directions to find the absurdly posh bathrooms, pushing his way inside. What sort of bathroom had a set of couches? Honestly.

“Dex,” he said, his voice betraying his belief when he saw the broad expanse of his friend’s back, his arms braced on either side of one sink and his head hanging. His head snapped up and he made eye contact with Nursey in the mirror before turning around.

“Hey.”

“Was wondering where you wandered off to. I need to get you one of those bells. Like, for cats.” He chirped weakly, trying not to feel put out that Dex had scampered off to hide in the bathroom during one of the proudest nights of his life.

“Pretty sure those are to scare off birds or some shit.” Dex gestured around with one hand, taking in the cloth towels and antique faucet fixtures. “Whatever. You found me.”

“Right.” Nursey said. “I did. I found you in the bathroom. Why are you in the bathroom?”

Dex looked skittish, then his brows furrowed and his shoulders squared and he didn’t look skittish, no, he looked pissed. Nursey backtracked through the evening, wondering what the hell he had done to incur the wrath of Will Poindexter.

“You- All those people- They think we’re dating!”

Nursey went very quiet. He should have fucking seen this coming.

“They all think that your random ass poem was about me. I even came as your date, hell.” Dex said, spitting the words as if they were bitter on his tongue.

“Oh, because it’s so fucking terrible to-to have people think you’re in love with a guy?” Nursey said, grasping at straws and coming up short. For a reason he didn’t want to examine, what hurt him the most was that Dex seemed so appalled by the idea of being Derek’s date that he’d had to escape to the bathroom to throw a tantrum in peace.

Dex’s eyes narrowed and he threw his arms out wide, as if to take up as much space, make himself look as big as possible. “That’s not the fucking point, Nurse!”

“Then what is?” he asked, his voice calm even though he felt like his entire body was shaking. Dex fixed him with a glare and stormed out of the bathroom without answering.

Nursey took a few moments to splash water on his face and glower at his reflection before following him back to the table, feeling as if his tail was between his legs. When he returned, Dex was firmly in conversation with a woman at their table, all the while dipping his spoon into his chocolate mousse distrustfully.

Derek sulked quietly, accepting handshakes and business cards but unable to
force a smile. Good, he thought. Lardo was always saying he needed to work on his brooding artist face.

After an agonizing half hour, Derek thought he’d done his part and it would be excusable for him to make his escape. He tried for several minutes to catch Dex’s eye, but it became clear that the other was actively avoiding looking at him. He stood with a scowl and placed his hand on Dex’s shoulder, feeling the warmth off his skin bleed through the cotton of his shirt.

“Sorry to steal him away,” Derek said, smiling in apology at the woman Dex had been chatting. “But we’ve got to get back to my moms’.”

She smiled and gave Dex a business card that he slid into the breast pocket of his jacket, pointedly silent as Nursey thanked her for her congratulations on his award again.

“And- Goodness, I just think it’s so brave of you both, coming here with your boyfriend. You could hold hands, you know, you wouldn’t shock anyone. Or, well, anyone you would shock would deserve it.” She stabbed her tart with a fierce look in her eye that was reminiscent of Bitty when someone made fun of Chowder. “I do hope you give me a call, Will.” She added in Dex’s direction, his jaw squared in a way that Derek knew was him biting his tongue so he didn’t say anything that he shouldn’t.

“Yes, thanks, lovely to meet you.” Derek grabbed Dex by the elbow and practically dragged him out of the venue, his plaque under his arm and the envelope containing his check folded up inside of his jacket. Dex jerked his arm away and stepped to the curb, raising an arm in an attempt to hail a cab. Nursey stifled a smile, as Dex was clearly inexperienced, and stepped beside him to hail one properly.

Dex shot him a scathing look when a taxi pulled up to the sidewalk, opening the door and closing it fast so that Nursey had to go around the other side. And still, he didn’t say anything.

Dex had met his moms several times, beginning with family weekend as freshmen. Derek sighed to remember that now, how completely and obviously thrown Dex had been by the sight of two real live lesbians and Shitty’d had to elbow him hard in the ribs to stop him from asking at least two inappropriate questions.

How far he’d come, Nursey thought approvingly as he watched Dex accept a hug from Mom and a cheek kiss from Mama, answering their questions about the dinner politely, accepting Mama’s offer of lemon bars and following her into the kitchen.

Nursey sighed and dropped his bag by the door, listening to the happy chatter from the kitchen and trying not to wish that things could always be this way: three of the people he loved most just a room away. He trailed in after the rest of them, trying to still his heart at the sight of Dex with a dusting of powdered sugar across his upper lip, a lemon bar half eaten in his hand even though he’d been in the kitchen for no more than twenty seconds. Derek smiled, a little helplessly, and his Mom noticed. He noticed her noticing and tried to school the expression off of his face, but it was too late.

“You boys must be tired.” She said.

On the ice, there’s always a split second before impact when you know you’re about to take a nasty check. There’s no time to do anything to stop it, just a moment of panic before being slammed into the boards. Derek’s eyes went wide, knowing what was about to come but unable to do anything to stop it.

“Why don’t you head up to bed? We fixed up Derek’s room for both of you, honey. There’s no need for you to sneak around, not here.”

Dex was still smiling. Her meaning hadn’t sunk in yet. Nursey braced for impact.

“Sneak…?” He began to ask, then his eyes found Nursey’s and his mouth dropped into a scowl. He delicately set down the remainder of the lemon bar and walked out of the room.

Nursey’s moms swiveled to stare at him.

“Oh, no.” Mama said, catching on before he could school his expression into something less wounded. “Oh, Derek, hon.”

“You’re not- Oh. Oh, baby, I’m so sorry, I just- I assumed.” Mom covered her mouth with her hand and looked appropriately horrified. Nursey shoved a hand through his hair and sighed.

“No, no, it’s fine. Don’t be sorry, it’s okay. He’s just… He’s just pissy because everyone at the dinner thought we were, like, a thing too. But, um. We’re not. So.” He became painfully aware of his moms’ gazes on him as he traced his finger through a small puddle near the sink. “I’ll probably take the futon tonight. Don’t worry about setting it up, I know where everything is.”

He pressed a kiss to each of their temples (holy hell, when had he gotten taller than Mom?) and dragged his bag and his sorry ass up the stairs to his old bedroom, the one that Dex had seen when he visited the summer before.

Nursey hesitated outside the door then knocked. He felt ridiculous asking permission into his own bedroom.

“Yeah.” Dex said from behind the door and Nursey cautiously pushed his way inside. Dex was examining the shelf above his bed, the one crammed with knick-knacks that Nursey was too damn sentimental to get rid of. There was a teddy bear his old boyfriend had won him at Coney Island, a baby food jar full of sand from a vacation he’d taken when he was in elementary school, his Samwell acceptance letter, a single orange leaf that he’d held up to Dex’s hair and proclaimed a perfect match their sophomore year.

Dex was quiet, which was unusual of itself.

“Sorry about my moms. They’re just a little nosey. And they assume, like, everyone is queer.” Nursey blurted.

Dex was still quiet.

“And I should have warned you that, you know. People would think you were my… boyfriend.”

Dex laughed, but it was hollow. “Yeah, probably.” He agreed.

Nursey swallowed. “I’m gonna go get set up on the futon.” He said. “Moms want to take us out to breakfast tomorrow, but if you like, want to head right back to school that’s okay too.”

As if he hadn’t heard him, Dex spoke. “I’m so tired of it, Nurse. I’m tired of people thinking we’re together.”
Derek felt a sick swoop of nausea and pressed his lips into a line.

“Okay.” He said dumbly.

“I don’t- It makes me-“ Dex wasn’t looking at him, staring anywhere but where Nursey stood.

“Okay,” he repeated, harsher.

Dex glanced at him.

“I get it. Fine. You don’t want people to think we’re dating. Okay.” He said.

“Nursey-“

“It’s fine. I get it. I know we’re not dating, you know we’re not dating, I don’t
really see how anyone else’s opinion matters here, but fine! I’ll be sure to walk around holding a sign that says ‘single as fuck and not dating Will Poindexter’!” He realized he was being a drama queen a moment after he flung himself down onto his mattress.

Dex was watching him, looking torn halfway through laughing at him or shouting at him. Nursey groaned into his pillow.

“Just- What the hell, Dex? Why is it such a big goddamn deal?” He asked after several beats of silence. He wanted his voice to be steady, aloof, chill, but instead his question came out soft and uncertain.

He heard rather than saw Dex take a deep breath, then felt the mattress dip as Dex perched on the edge.

“It’s a big deal because we’re not.”

Nursey made an annoyed sound and made to roll over, frustrated with Dex and himself and this whole goddamned conversation.

“I mean,” Dex said, his voice barely audible over the rustle of blankets and creak of bedsprings, “Because I wish we were. And we’re not.”

Nursey froze, his mouth dry and his heart pounding. Slowly, he rolled onto his back to look up at Dex, who was staring very hard at the wall.

There was silence for a bit, as Nursey tried to think of something to say and Dex tried not to bolt.

“I see.” Nursey said finally, then wanted to kick himself. He was a goddamn creative writing major, how the hell had every word in the English language deserted him at this very moment?

Dex let out a slightly manic laugh.

“So. Uh. Okay. Well.” Nursey said.

“Right.”

“Does that mean I get to stay in here tonight?”

Dex’s face flushed and he didn’t look at Nursey, but he ducked his chin in what Nursey assumed was supposed to be a nod.

“Does that… Uh, also mean that you would want to date me?”

Dex looked at him from the corner of his eye.

“Would you want to date me?” Dex asked. Nursey laughed, then realized Dex was being serious. He sat up properly, realizing how difficult it was to have a serious conversation when only one person was laying down.

“Dex- Will.” Nursey said, his eyes bright and earnest. “You can’t be real right now. My moms already thought we were together from how much I talk about you. I brought you a my plus-one.”

Dex scowled, a line appearing between his eyebrows. “Yeah, but the poem-“

“Was one-hundred percent about you. One of my all-time favorite pieces, actually. Wrote the first draft in freshman year, tweaked it a hundred times since.” He tried to sound casual about it.

Dex blinked several times. Nursey held his breath.

“Will you go out with me?” Dex blurted.

“Yeah.” Nursey said, unable to keep from grinning as he reached out to take Dex’s hand. “Yeah, that’d be pretty chill.”