I think we all noticed that the only person that even tried to talk to Keith in s4 and remind him of his importance to team Voltron was Allura. It then occurred to me that shewas the only one on the team that suspects Keith greatly underestimates his own importance.
This is not to say that the others don’t care about Keith, but nobody else had any reason to believe that he felt this way. Shiro has paramount trust in Keith’s abilities, Lance thinks he’s got it made because he’s so talented, and Hunk and Pidge don’t even seem to know him all that well.
But Allura was the one there with him in that pod in s2e6 when he talked about how the team needed Allura to pilot the castle ship while brushing off his own importance, and you can bet your life she noticed the stunned looked in his face when she implied the team needed him just as much. I believe it was then when she first realized that Keith’s opinion of himself is so low that he fails to see just how much she matters, even as a paladin.
From the look on Keith’s face, it was obvious that he’d never even stopped to consider it, and that’s something that the perceptive Allura didn’t miss.
She was also there later, s2ep12, when Keith volunteered himself to infiltrate the main galra ship to finish what Thace had started. You can see the shock and concern plainly on her face, especially considering how Kolivan had basically just called it a suicide mission. It affected her enough that she made the decision to approach him by the pods before he left. She took this moment not only to apologize to him for her unwarranted actions earlier but also to remind him that he was indeed cared for.
By this point, I think Allura realizes that Keith’s detachment does not stem from stoicism or lack of caring (she’s seen him care… she was the sole witness of Shiro and Keith’s hug in s2e9) but from his own lack of self-worth. This moment isn’t just about her getting over her personal issues and prejudice against the galra. It’s also about her trying to drive the point home that Keith is important to them, not just as a paladin or resource in this war, but as a person.
And then we see this again in s4e1:
SHE IS THE ONLY ONE TO APPROACH HIM without the intention of scolding him. She probably didn’t know that Keith had almost died, but she did know that Keith lost a comrade. Just from the soft “thanks” that he manages after, you can tell that he hadn’t been expecting that kind of concern and I’m pretty sure she knew that and provided her support as best she could.
She’s worried about the growing distance between him and the rest of the team and she tries to remind him that he’s important. The way she adds “WE cannot” at the end of her statement is deliberate. She wants him to understand that he matters to the team AS A PERSON, rather than just a resource. Sure, he’s important to the mission… but he’s more than that to them.
Keith seems to ponder over this, but the idea probably just seems too farfetched to him. The only person in his life that he thought for sure cared about him was Shiro and their relationship at this point in the series is so degraded that he just can’t fathom it. In his eyes, if Shiro doesn’t seem to care, why would anyone else? (This is not me saying Shiro doesn’t care, by the way. This is just how Keith probably sees it, especially after their last few encounters.) And of course, the distance keeps growing and Allura is the only one that seems visibly concerned and it breaks my heart.
After Keith confirms her worst suspicions.
And that’s when it fully hit her just how unworthy Keith considered himself of being the black paladin, the leader, and that HE WAS PLANNING ON LEAVING. She just looked like her heart dropped when it happened. But Keith’s made up his mind and Shiro gives him his blessing, so all she can do is support him and remind him again that they do care.
Allura was probably the only one aware of Keith’s low self-esteem since s2e6 and she tried her very best to make him see how far from the truth he really was, though Keith never realized this.
A side note, I think if Lotor hadn’t shown up at the end and stopped Keith from sacrificing himself for everyone else, she would have taken it the hardest because she knew exactly what would have been going on inside his head when he made his decision, and she couldn’t stop him.
Plagiarized fics - asking for help from the 1D fandom
Hi everyone! I’m poking my head in your door from the Haikyuu fandom to ask you guys for help. I have spoken to quite a few people in the One Direction fandom thus far and I have been overwhelmed by their kindness, support, and how fast everyone I talked to acted to help me and my friend get this sorted out.
It came to my and my best friend ellessey-writes’s attention (confusing names, sorry! I’m Esselle) this morning that many of our fics had been stolen by the Tumblr/AO3 user Fruxoo, who has since deleted her accounts.
Here are two screenshots of Fruxoo’s fics, posted in April. The first is a direct copy of my story Hunger, completed last June 2016. The second is the summary from Ellie’s story Tea and Sympathy, posted January of this year. The entire text of every fic Fruxoo stole has been copied almost exactly word for word from our fics, changing only the names and other relevant character info.
I messaged her privately and asked that she post an explanation on Tumblr, as well as replace the text of her stolen works with links to our respective stories, in order to notify any readers who enjoyed these works. Unfortunately, she didn’t respond. Now that she has taken everything down, that’s no longer possible.
It would mean the world to Ellie and I if people would help spread the word about what happened. Last year, between the two of us, we wrote 626,000 words. We poured all our energy and love (and time!) into these stories, and to have someone copy them word for word, lie to people who were kind enough to comment or send asks as if they had thought up the ideas on their own, and interact with other people in the 1D fandom based off of love for OUR writing, is devastating to us both. This was going on for at least 2.5 months.
They also took my incubus story Dreamless and reposted it as Lilin. This fic was posted as a part of a collab for my close friend’s artwork.reallycorking drew this (VERY NSFW) art as part of a 30 day challenge, and the two of us worked together for a full month on Dreamless. Here is my fic masterpost for last year, and a link to my AO3.
I wanted to share links to the rest of our work because we don’t know how many stories she stole (it seemed like there were around 10 in total). We didn’t even have time to make a note of everything before she removed her accounts. So we don’t know what people read and might want to re-find (if there’s any interest cross-fandom).
Again, the One Direction fandom has been so incredibly supportive (Gina, Ange, phd-mama, Emmi, Lisa and everyone who was so helpful and understanding). Ellie and I started off the morning crushed, and now I have comments in my inbox on the fics that were stolen, and asks on Tumblr showing support, and it’s nearly brought me to tears. Thank you all so much. If anyone who sees this would be kind enough to get the word out there in any way (reblogs, just telling your friends who’ve read these stories, anything!!), we’d be incredibly grateful.
THANK YOU, to everyone who takes the time to read this.
I know you said the characters needs to be ready to come out, so I hope asking this is cool? As a trans boy I'm really interested in how Dallas Deals with being trans? And how his environment reacted?
Since this probably won’t be elaborated in comic.. He comes out at an early age. His dad was still alive. He was probably 7 when he started pulling at his pigtails. His mom bought him a pair of really pretty dolphin-pendant hair ties and he felt so bad for telling her he didn’t want it. He probably felt really mean so he’d wear it around his wrists. when he was 8 he asks his mom if he could cut his hair short and she and his dad agreed. Dallas wasn’t a very spoiled kid, and his dad let him do and wear whatever he pleased with his body (so long as it wasn’t harmful, or anything.)
So yeah. When Dallas was 9, him and his dad were going dress shopping for a family seder, but Dallas had failed an exam and he already had a really crappy day so he just. Sat down on a bench near the stores and Started Crying.
His dad says, “Abby, what’s wrong?”
and he says, he doesn’t know why he’s crying, but he says, wearing dresses makes him uncomfortable. He shows his dad the hair tie and he says he feels bad saying no to all the stuff his parents buy him, but he’s just. He appreciates it but he doesn’t know what to do with it.
While yes, in later years he will understand that it’s 100% okay for a boy to wear dresses and makeup, and other things typically considered “feminine”, when he was a kid, he had an intense need to “pass.”
His parents are confused, but only at first.
Dallas is very lowkey. After his dad dies, him and his mom and baby sister move to Oregon. At his school. He’s always introduced himself as Dallas Ezra Margolin. His deadname would be Shulamite Abigail Margolin.
When he was 9, his mom cried a lot, and Dallas was scared she was disappointed, but she tells him, she was scared of how many times she’d unintentionally hurt him. Dallas flushed and asked his mom if she could pick him a new name (he loves his mom a Lot). His dad was jealous, and Dallas told him he could pick a name for Dallas too (Abe Margolin Is A Nerd)
Dallas’ mom picked the name of her favorite character from her favorite book, and his dad chose Ezra, which is Dallas’s grandpa’s name.
When Dallas starts T at 14 or 15, it’s the same year he joins the baseball team. Everyone just assumes that Dallas is a shy boy when he refuses to change into gear in front of anyone.
Poppy had sort of suspected. She’d always cuddle Dallas when they sleep together, (she’s very cuddly) and she felt the little clasps that some of Dallas’ binders have. She doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t feel the need to say anything.
There’s a silent understanding between her and Dallas.
Dallas does plan on telling Malek and Poppy, he’s just. Not sure how.
Until, of course. His mom let him have surgery. He set Malek and Poppy aside. Sits their asses down. “Please listen to me. I need you. This is really important to me. I don’t want you to think that I’m anyone other than Dallas-” his voice cracks, and Malek is about to make a joke, but Poppy is like, quit it.
Because she can see how nervous Dallas is. And Dallas just. Says his mom is gonna let him have top surgery. And Malek is Confused, and Dallas elaborates, Poppy Is Swelling Because She Loves Dally So much. Malek is horrified (keep reading on this pls don’t judge Malek yet) And Dallas can see that. And his mind is all “he doesn’t see you as a real boy.” But Malek is horrified because of all the times he called Dallas a “drama queen.” A “prissy princess” as jokes. He feels awful and sick and he owes Dallas a ton of apologies.
But Malek doesn’t want to make this all about himself. So he shakes his head and he hugs Dallas, like. Really obnoxiously tight. Like the combined force of his binder and Malek’s hug made it really hard to breathe. Malek doesn’t let go for a good, long, while. He mumbles
he supports Dallas All the Way, and he’ll always listen to what Dallas has to say. Later when Malek has Dallas all to himself, he apologizes for all the dumb names he’s called Dallas before.
One time Blake calls Dallas a bitch and Malek is all, freaked, and he’s all pissy at Blake, and everyone is all, whoah Malek what’s gotten into you man? And Malek apologizes. And Dallas decides he should come out to rest of the team. They’re his best friends. Blake feels terrible and says sorry. It’s the only time Blake has genuinely said sorry to anyone and it’s really a miracle to behold. Next practice, Dallas finally feels comfortable changing in front of everyone. Nobody bats an eyelash, and Dallas is so relieved.
There’s really.. A lot more but I wanna include the other stuff in comic so this is all I can give you! But a lot of stuff. In the comic. Soon.
for the first few trembling years of her life, she is a
princess. she is the daughter to the king, born of his beloved wife and of her
visage. her dark eyes have the appearance of a smoky quarts and her mother
carefully twists her mass of black hair into a hundred small braids down her
back. she is a beautiful, quiet child, and for a while all is well. they call
her princess maleen.
then her mother dies. it seems as if the king is determined
to bury his love for his daughter along with his queen. he moves her to a
different wing of the castle, and refuses to see her. her tutors are let go,
and the nobles’ children are no longer allowed to play with her. only the maids
look after her now.
the king remarries. the new queen gives birth to a son, and
maleen is forgotten completely, banished from a home she still resides in and a
life she can now only watch unfold.
the maids take care of her, braid her hair and kiss the
blisters on her fingers, teach her to scrub at porcelain and polish silver, to
clean a fireplace and mop polished marble floors.
they call her maid maleen.
the king has a son by his new wife, and then a daughter.
they are pale and fair-haired like their mother, with only their dark eyes to
show they are the king’s children. but they inherit none of their parents’ beauty, have faces that don’t look quite right
and bodies that get stuck between gangly and chubby and never settle into one
or the other. princess gisella and prince jan are privately regarded as
unfortunate products of a lovely union.
maid maleen spends long hours working, and has neither the
time nor funds for creams to soften her skin or oils to care for her hair, has
never used face powder or lip color.
maid maleen is twenty three years old, and the most
beautiful woman in the kingdom.
her braids are wrapped carefully atop her head, but when she
lets them loose they hang past her hips. her dark skin is made even darker thanks
to long hours working in the palace garden, and her eyes have never lost that
same curious light. she walks straight and strong, years of hard labor giving
her muscles and definition to her body that she never would have had as a
princess. boys and girls give her long, considering looks and flirtatious
smiles, and nobles have to double-take when she passes them by.
no one speaks of it anymore. but maid maleen looks ever more
like her beautiful late mother, has the same eyes as her father, and dressing in
ill-fitting cast offs and running her ragged can’t hide the truth.
maid maleen is the king’s daughter.
she has accepted her life as a maid in the palace she was
one day set to inherit, and tries to see it as a gift. she sleeps with who she
likes, may marry whichever of the charming boys from the city who’s smile she
likes best. in the maids who raised her she has more mothers than she has
fingers, and perhaps she longs for the days when she was a small princess, when
she was the apple of her parents’ eye, when the whole of their nation was to be
hers to inherit.
but then the blacksmith’s daughter lets her hands linger a
little too long on her wrists, and maleen knows that she won’t be sleeping
alone tonight. there are some things that worth more to her than a throne she
was born to. she doesn’t miss the little girl she used to be.
tensions have always run high between their kingdom and the
neighboring one – too many squabbles over borders, over trade agreements, over
patrols, over anything and everything the kings can find a reason to be upset
about, it seems like. so when prince wolfgang is sent over, the whole palace is
abuzz. the prince seems determined to inherit a peaceful land, and is coming
over to talk with the king to do it.
maleen does not care for princes. nor for nobles of any
rank, in fact. she remembers how they turned on her, she sees the small acts of
pettiness and cruelty they thoughtlessly inflict on their servants, and she
wants nothing to do with it. commoners may not be as educated as nobles, may
not have as many objects to call their own, but maleen finds she prefers their
company to that of lords. she’s uninterested in this prince, which is perhaps
why she’s the one that gets sent to his rooms. her moms can trust that she at
least won’t fawn over him.
“sir wolfgang,” she murmurs, pushing open his door and
giving a low curtsy, keeping her eyes trained on his mud covered boots. “is
there anything you require?”
silence. she can only stay bent in a curtsey so long before
she loses patience. she’s almost given up on him, is about to cut her losses
and call it a night when he says, hesitant, “queen sabine?”
her mother’s name is punch to her gut, and her head snaps up
at the sound of it, the rolling fire of her temper bubbling just below her
skin. “i am maid maleen,” she snaps, then tacks on “your highness,” after a
his cloak is half unbuttoned as he stares at her with a
slack mouth. she supposes he would not look unhandsome if he were not currently
doing his best to imitate a frog. he appears to be only a handful of years
older than she is, and if she were not furious she would be impressed that he
remembers her mother well enough to see sabine in her.
“maleen,” he repeats, and for a moment she wonders if he
will recognize her as well, but he only says, “my apologies. if you would help
me with my cloak, i would be much obliged.”
she’s instantly suspicious. she’s met nice nobles before,
ones that were considerate and remembered her name and thanked her when she
brought them wine. but she’s never met a nice prince before – they’re always of
the worst sort. “yes, your highness,” she says, and the cloak is soaked through
and clinging, it’s no wonder he’s struggling with it. once she’s gotten it off
she hangs it to dry, then goes back to him. she slaps away his numb, struggling
fingers and undoes the rest of the buckles and loops of his overly complicated clothing.
she’s gotten down him down to an undershirt and pants when his hands grab hers.
she blinks and looks up. he has freckles dusting across his nose.
“this is inappropriate,” he says, but honestly she’s
stripped a lot of nobles, it wasn’t weird until he took her hands and looked at
her like no one’s ever looked at her before.
“yes, your highness,” she agrees, and takes a step back. she
places his clothes in front of a fire, curtsies, and leaves. she can feel the
weight of his gaze on her all the way back to her room.
wolfgang continues his diplomatic agenda, having long
meetings with the royal family. after, maleen goes and tends to him, setting
out his food and taking care of his clothes, straightening up any mess that he’s
made. at first he’s quiet, and he just watches her, but he quickly discovers
that maleen has opinions and thoughts and isn’t afraid to share them. soon they’re
debating the finer points of trade routes and arguing the effectiveness of a
sliding tax scale, and maleen comes to cherish the evenings she spends with the
prince, likes the way he speaks to her and looks at her, likes the shape of his
weeks in she enters his room, dinner steaming in her hands
and eager to continue their conversation about state funded orphanages versus a
state funded foster system. he’s pacing and tense, shoulder stiff. “wolfgang,”
she sets down the food and wipes her hands on her apron, “is something wrong?”
“is it true?” he asks, and he’s not looking at her. he’s
always looked at her before.
“is what true?” she flinches away from his coldness, is
already preparing to retreat and hide and beg someone else to watch over him.
he turns to her, and she’s baffled by the mixture of hope
and anger on his face. “are you the king’s daughter? are you princess maleen?”
she takes a step back, “i am maid maleen.”
“please,” he follows her as she steps away from him, and her
back hits the wall. he stops when he’s almost close enough to touch. “my father
sent me here with the goal to seal our new treaty with a marriage. he expects
me to marry princess gisella. but if you are the daughter of the king – then he
will allow me to marry you instead!”
“who says i want to marry you?” she retorts, but he gets on
bended knee and she freezes.
he holds a hand for her own, and against every bit of logic,
she gives it to him. “maleen, i’ve never felt this way about anyone. i was
willing enough to enter a loveless marriage before i knew what true love is,
but now i do, and i can’t go back. marry me.”
she wants to. she thinks she loves him. she hadn’t been
planning to fall in love with anyone. “i am the king’s daughter,” she tells
him, “but i am no princess. i haven’t been a princess in a long time.”
he brings her hand to his mouth so he can kiss each one of
her knuckles, “then we’ll have to change that.”
wolfgang goes to the king to make his case, to return maleen
to her birthright and allow her to marry him.
it goes even worse than maleen had feared.
her father is furious. he’s so angry at the audacity of this
request that prince wolfgang is thrown from the kingdom. so incensed is he,
that guards drag maleen from her bed in the middle of the night and throw her
into a tower. the door closes shut behind them, and she bangs on it and screams
but no one comes for her.
there are no windows, and only one door with a sliding metal
grate in the bottom. she’s high in the tower, she thinks, from the number of
steps she’d been forced to climb, but she stands on a dirt floor. the room
contains only the bare minimum needed for survival, and nothing more.
once a week food is slid through the slot in the door. she
has to be careful, because if she eats it too fast they will not provide more,
she will just starve. days turn to weeks turn to months, and she despairs of
ever being let out of this tower. months turn to years, and she gives up hope
entirely of leaving this tower. she considers refusing to eat, killing herself
slowly through starvation, because death is preferable to life locked in this
one night there’s a scuffle, and shouting, and for the first
time since she was shoved inside the door opens. there’s a guard standing
there, and princess gisella tentatively steps inside. “maid ma – i mean,
maleen stares. this is the first time she’s seen another
person in years, and suddenly for all the screaming she’d done she can’t find
her voice. gisella takes another cautious step forward, “maleen, please – we don’t
have much time.” she holds out her hand, “come with me.”
gisella is sixteen now. although she’ll never be a great
beauty, she’s grown into many of the features that she was once mocked for. “where?”
she asks, but takes gisella’s hand and lets her lead them down the twisting
staircase. anyplace is better than the tower.
“i’m to be married in a week’s time to prince wolfgang.”
maleen feels a sharp pain go through her chest. had wolfgang forgotten her?
their farce of a romance was such a quick, shallow thing. she was a fool to
fall for it in the first place. “i’m not going to show up. you are.”
she stares, “what?”
“wolfgang started a war over father locking you in the
tower,” she explains, “but eventually it got to a point where neither could
justify it, so our father and wolfgang’s decided our union would mean peace between
our countries, as intended. but i don’t want to marry prince wolfgang, and he
does not want to marry me.”
“i don’t understand,” she hadn’t paid much attention to the
girl when they were in the palace together, and she’s regretting that now.
they finally reach the end of the tower. it’s the first time
she’s breathed fresh air in years. she tries not to get distracted by it, and
instead focuses on the carriage to her left, and the pure black mare laden like
a pack mule on her right. “i’m leaving,” gisella says, “i don’t want to be
wolfgang’s bride because i want to be klaus’s,” the guard smiles, and he must
be klaus, the princess is rejecting a prince to run away with a commoner. “there’s
a map and everything you need in the saddlebags. the wedding dress is waiting
for you at the castle. no one will know you’re not me until wolfgang unveils
you, and by then it will be too late. he will marry you, and i will be gone.”
“why are you doing this?” she asks.
gisella shrugs, “you’re my sister, and father is an idiot. i
want you to be happy, and i want wolfgang to be happy, and i want to be happy
too. this way we all get what we want. our brother will be waiting for you in
wolfgang’s castle. he’ll help you.”
maleen is speechless. gisella grabs her in a quick hug – the
only one they’ve ever shared – and then goes to the carriage with klaus
trailing behind her. “i’ll see you again, princess maleen!”
she doesn’t have time for tears. she gets on the mare, and
rides for the palace of the neighboring land.
she makes it just in time. she sneaks into the castle the
night before the wedding, ducking around servants until she find her way to jan’s
door. she knocks, tentative, wondering if this was a mistake and all one elaborate
trap. but the door opens and his face slackens in relief, “finally!” he pulls her inside, and sits her down. there’s lukewarm water
waiting for her so she can clean herself, and jan stands with his back to her
the whole time, outlining the wedding and how it will go so she knows what to
expect the next day. “father isn’t here,” he assures her, “he didn’t want to
leave the kingdom, so i’m here in his stead.”
“won’t you miss your sister?” maleen finishes washing
and wraps herself in a soft blanket.
“when i am king, gisella will return,” he says confidently, “she
will come home and bring klaus, and you will rule here with wolfgang, and all
will be well. our countries shall be great allies when it is me and wolfgang on
he’s only a year older than gisella, just seventeen, and
maleen feels oddly old next to them, feels old next to these children who know
what they want and take it and don’t let anything stand in their way.
“we need to get your hair rebraided,” he says, “you should
look perfect tomorrow. it’s your wedding day.”
she stares, aghast. “that will take all night!”
“i’ve brought help,” he says, and sends a servant down the
hall. the servant returns with a half dozen of the maids who raised her, and
who crowd forward and hug her and kiss her cheeks and say how much they’ve
missed her. princess or not, bride or not, to them she will always be their
little maid maleen.
it’s clear gisella picked her wedding dress with maleen in
mind. it fits her for one thing, and is clinging and heavy, and it must have
looked awful on gisella, but on her it’s perfect. her dress is accompanied by
white silk gloves and a thick veil so that no one can see her, so that no one
will know she’s not the daughter of the king they’re expecting to be there.
wolfgang is at the end of the aisle, looking like he’s going
to an execution, and it takes more self control than maleen was anticipating not
to go running to him. she turns to him, and he lifts her veil. he sees her and
freezes, mouth sliding open. she winks at him, because they just need to keep
it together until they’re married, he just has to keep his cool for a few
minutes and they’ll have won it all. wolfgang closes his mouth and says nothing
about how this is clearly not the bride he was supposed to marry. they turn so
none of the guests can see them, and the priest gives maleen a confused look,
but with a glare from wolfgang he continues on with the ceremony as if nothing is
out of place.
“you may now kiss the bride,” the priest says, after what
seems like an eternity.
wolfgang grabs her about the waist, dips her, and kisses her
soundly on the mouth. her veil falls off and she can hear the horrified and
shocked gasps of the guests, and under that jan’s laughter. when they break
apart, foreheads still pressed together, she whispers, “hello, prince wolfgang.”
he kisses her again, quick and sweet, and does nothing at
all to disguise the joy in his face. “hello, princess maleen.”
(2) I'm sorry to send this to you but I know that you're one of the people that I love the boys just As much as I but in a good respectful manner that isn't as obnoxious as some fans can be So I come to you for help to give me examples of how real and genuine exo and other idols can be to show her that they are people as well
Hi, I didn’t get the first part of this message? So I didn’t get the reason as to why she doesn’t think Exo (and other idols) are real and genuine and therefore can’t know exactly what kind of moments and things you were talking about but I will try. Please tell me if I misunderstood! (I’m sorry for making this answer so long).
Generosity and humbleness Kyungsoo and Jongdae will not be accepting gifts from fans anymore since they feel regretful that they can’t use everything fans send them and they don’t want us to spend that much money on them. They said instead we should wish them good health on their birthdays. (x, x)
Jongdae sent Daeul and Soeul presents after visiting them. (x, x, x) Suho did as well. (x, x)
Jongdae gives away money to charities under his baptism name. (x,x,x)
At a charity event in China this year Yixing donated 10 ambulances to impoverished areas. (x)
Exo doing charity work both after and before debut. (x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x)
Love and support towards each other and people around them When Shinee won at the MMA’s Jongin cried because he was so happy and proud. (x) Baekhyun said in an interview that Chanyeol cries everytime they change manager and has to say goodbye to the last one. (x) When Suho had his v app Sehun was looking and when they spoke on the phone he told Suho not to read the comments because people were mean and what they said wasn’t true. (xaround1.18) Yixing talking about Baekhyun’s message to him on his own birthday. (x)
Exo talking about their mothers. (x,x,x, x) Yixing sending messages to his family. (x) Yixing’s weibo post on thanksgiving. (x)
How people around Exo talks about them Kyungsoo’s It’s Okay, That’s Love co-star Sung Dong Il saying that when his mom past away Kyungsoo stayed with him for two nights and three days. Eventhough he’s so busy he took time to be there for his friend who was going through a hard time. (x)
Taeoh’s dad talking about Jongin after he visited them. (x, x) Seoeon and Seojun’s dad talking about Baekhyun and Chanyeol after they visited them. (x)
A staff member from the Dream Concert 2016 talking about Exo. (x)
Heechul from Super Junior’s message to Baekhyun. (x) Jongdae talking to an old friend on the phone. (x)
Chanyeol’s mom’s post about him on facebook. (x) Jongdae’s mom saying on the phone that she loves Kyungsoo (and the rest of Exo). (x) Chanyeol’s mom supporting Kyungsoo at his movie premiere and hugging him back in 2015. (x)
Conserns and doubts One thing that makes people real are their doubts and concerns and hardships. Baekhyun comforting Yixing when he thought he didn’t sing good. (x, x) Jongin hugging Kyungsoo after his voice cracked during a song. (x) Kyungsoo telling Jongin that it’s okay to cry. If he cried then he cried, it’s okay to show how you feel. (x) Jongin talking about how depression is nothing to be ashamed of. (x) Jongin saying that he’s been using music as healing since this year has been hard for him. (x)
Sehun being nervous on Sukira. (x) Xiumin saying that he was so nervous recording crime scene without the other memebers that he thought “I can’t go out there alone”. (x) Xiumin talking about his extreme weight loss and telling fans to be more careful than he was. (x) Suho saying he came to Jongin’s exomemtary because he had noticed how nervous Jongin had been about it all week. (x) Kyungsoo has mentioned many times that he used to have bad stage fright after their debut.
Suho expressing his conserns about making new music. (x) Chanyeol mentioning Exo’s worries this year (he also talked about it in his mama speech). (x) Sehun and Chanyeol talking about how things were easier when they were younger and how they only had each other to rely on then, before the worries of being a public figure came. (x)
Gratitude and love towards fans Exo crying out of gratitude and disbelief when they’ve won big awards. (x, x, x, x, x) Jongin crying when he heard fans screaming happy birthday and his name during his thank you speech and his reaction after. (x, x) Yixing crying when he won Most Popular Movie OST and Most Popular Newcomer of the Year. (x) Chanyeol talking about why he cried during his ment at Exo’luxion [dot]. (x)
Exo looking at Exo-L with so much love in their eyes it makes me want to cry too. (x)
The lyrics to Promise (Exo 2014) was written by Jongdae and composed by Yixing. The rap part was also written by Chanyeol. The lyrics are very personal to them sice it’s about their love for Exo-L. (x)
Photo’s of Yixing reading letters fans have given him. (x, x, x, x) Yixing handwrote 300 invitations for his birthday concert. (x)
Jongdae, Yixing and Sehun saying that we don’t have to buy their albums. It’s better if we spend our money on ourselves and people we love. (x, x, x)
Kyungsoo was worried about how the fans in the audience would get home since the recording of Star Show 360 ended so late. Most of them were young girls and it was already 2am and dark outside. (x)
Exo giving us small messages of love. ( x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x)
Other small things that I think show how sweet and genuine Exo are Chanyeol and fans. (x) Suho’s ment during Exo’luxion in America. (x) Jongin’s gratitude in Tokyo Dome. (x) Kyungsoo’s lotto 3rd win thank you speach (x) Baekhyun being concered about Chanyeol during their bowling match. (x) Jongin’s reaction to a girl’s struggle to be loved equally by her mom. (x) Chanyeol crying during his Exordium ment. (x) Jongin apologizing to fans for being injured and not able to dance. (x) Xiumin talking about balance between being celebrety and having privacy. (x) Baekhyun saying that Exo doesn’t feel good enough for us. (x) Kyungsoo always being humble. (x) Jongin playing a game of who can draw the best bear with fans. (x, x) Kyungsoo talking about his family. (x) Jongin wanting to work as a doctor. (x) Yixing’s reaction to the rest of Exo’s message for his birthday. (x) Kyungsoo saying that the other members are his soulmates. (x) A list of reasons why Tao is amazing. (x) Jongin’s v apps. (x, x) Chanyeol’s v app after Mama awards 2016. (x) All of Exomentary. And Exo’s live shows. (x)
The question is a simple one in theory, and it’s also one to which Sherlock has given quite a lot of thought in the past, most notably when he was in his depressed moods and wanted to torture himself with the more wonderful images of John that he had stored up in his Mind Palace. It’s no longer torture to remember those times, to picture those small smiles and shared giggles that were so frequent early on in their acquaintance, but there is still a dull ache that resonates within him at the thought they had wasted so much time.
He flicks through his favorite memories now, a quick perusal before settling on one that seems so very inconsequential but that he has never been able to shake away. John is watching him, that same impossibly soft look in his eyes, a look that Sherlock still can’t believe is directed towards him.
Sherlock pulls his bottom lip between his teeth briefly and then takes a deep breath, settling his hands on the arms of his chair again. “The first time I knew was the day we met with Sebastian.”
John frowns. “Sebastian?”
“Sebastian Wilkes from the bank, you remember.”
John’s eyes light up. “Oh, the Blink Banker case!”
Sherlock rolls his eyes and is on the verge of making a comment about how John really needs to work on his titles, but John’s expression suddenly shifts, the light in his eyes fading and his lips turning downward.
“That long ago?” he asks, and there’s something so unexpectedly sad in his voice, a quiet note that squeezes Sherlock’s heart.
He clears his throat. “Well. Yes. I was–it was quite early on in our…friendship that I realized I was…”
Falling in love with you. The words won’t form even though he’s thought them so many times that it’s become an integral part of who he is. But neither of them have said it out loud yet, a fact which hadn’t really seemed important until this moment.
There hadn’t been any dramatic declarations, no emotional outbursts. It had been simple, in the end; John had come home with the shopping, heavy bags hanging from each hand, and Sherlock had turned from his place by the window (where he’d been watching as John trudged down the street, head bent against the cold). And John had met his eyes and given him that smile, the one he frequently used to hide behind when he was feeling more emotionally tired than usual, and Sherlock had decided right then and there. In three strides he was across the room, and it turned out that deciding to kiss John Watson had been the simplest thing he’d ever done.
He remembers the way John’s mouth, so cold from the biting chill outside, had warmed beneath his lips, his tongue; the way John’s shock had melted almost immediately, fading into heartfelt reciprocation as the groceries spilled to the floor at their feet and his hands, free of their burden, slid into Sherlock’s hair. From there, the bedroom was only a few stumbling steps away, and neither of them had looked back since.
Saying the words simply hadn’t seemed necessary after everything they had told each other with their bodies. All of the longing and frustration and emotion had come pouring out of them in such a physical shape that they had never stopped to really define it with words. Or perhaps, Sherlock thinks now, they had both been too afraid to give them voice.
John’s hand touches his own where it’s curled on the armrest, and Sherlock is startled out of his memories. He realizes he must have been silent for some time because John has moved, is now perched on the very edge of his seat, his knees nearly knocking against Sherlock’s.
“There you are,” he says, smiling softly, his head tilting as he searches Sherlock’s face for clues as to where his mind might have taken him.
Sherlock lets out a breath and flips his hand over, catching John’s fingers in his own. “I’m sorry, I was…distracted.”
“You all right?”
“Yes. Yes, I’m fine. Where was I?”
John rests his elbows on his knees but keeps hold of Sherlock’s hand, folding it in between both of his own. “The day we went to see Sebastian.”
“Right. Yes. It was before that, though, before the case began.”
John’s thumb rubs a warm, smooth line back and forth across Sherlock’s palm, and it makes him want to close his eyes and just exist in this moment, a feeling he can’t ever remember having had before he’d let John Watson touch him.
“I don’t remember,” John says, sounding apologetic, which is ridiculous. Sherlock supposes he must think they’re talking about some significant moment in their lives, something that should stand out.
He shakes his head. “No, you wouldn’t. It was…you had just come back to the flat. You’d gone out to get the shopping.”
John’s confusion seems to increase, and he opens his mouth, but Sherlock goes on before he can say anything.
“You were in a bit of a state,” he says, and he can’t help the fondness that colors his tone. “Apparently the chip-and-pin machine had been giving you some trouble.”
Realization dawns slowly across the lines of John’s face, first in the widening of his eyes and then in the shaping of his lips into a small “oh.”
“You…that was when you knew?” he asks, and he sounds so disbelieving that Sherlock laughs.
“That was when I began to know, yes.”
John shakes his head slowly, seemingly bewildered. “But…why? I was such a grumpy arse that day–”
“It was cute,” Sherlock says before he can stop himself.
John’s eyebrows rise so high on his forehead that Sherlock almost can’t see them beneath his fringe, which is quite a feat considering the length of John’s hair. Sherlock’s cheeks flood with heat, and when John opens his mouth, presumably to give him the teasing of a lifetime, he glares as fiercely as he can.
“Not. A. Word,” he says through his teeth.
John’s mouth shuts with an audible click, but his eyes are wide, and he pulls his lips between his teeth in a clear effort to restrain his laughter. Sherlock continues to glare at him, but it doesn’t seem to be having any effect whatsoever, and only a few seconds pass before John can no longer contain himself. He breaks down into uncontrollable giggles, leaning forward to press his forehead to the back of Sherlock’s hand, which he still has a hold on.
Sherlock sighs and falls back against his chair in a dramatic fashion. “Oh, go on then.”
John shakes his head, still bent double. “Cute,” he gasps through his laughter. “I didn’t even know you knew that word!”
Sherlock rolls his eyes, but John’s giddiness is infectious, and, try as he might, he can’t quite keep his own face straight. “Well, you should’ve been recording it because I’m never saying it again,” he says, but the sour effect he’s going for is lost in the twist of his lips.
John straightens up, tugging at Sherlock’s hand insistently. “Oh, god, c’mere,” he says. His eyes are damp, and his smile is so huge he can hardly kiss properly, but Sherlock really doesn’t mind, not when John is climbing clumsily into his lap, his hands warm on either side of his face, tilting it back to get better access to his mouth.
“I can’t believe you think I’m cute,” John whispers, and Sherlock pinches his side in retaliation. John’s answering laugh bubbles up against Sherlock’s mouth, and Sherlock’s hand curls around the back of his skull, holding him there. John’s lips turn soft and pliant, his smile fading with a soft noise as Sherlock’s tongue slicks into his mouth.
He’s lost in it almost instantly, in the press of John’s body, the heat of his hands through the thin fabric of Sherlock’s shirt, the feeling of John’s hair between his fingers. His mind goes quiet except for the thought of more, and his hips push up, seeking blindly, wanting–
“Mm, wait,” John murmurs, and his hands curl around Sherlock’s shoulders, stilling him. “Not yet.”
“Hmm?” His brain is too weighted with lust to say anything more coherent, a fact that would have horrified him only a week ago, before he knew what it felt like to have John Watson in his arms.
John pulls away slightly, sitting back against Sherlock’s thighs. Sherlock attempts to follow, but John catches his chin in one hand, his thumb sliding across his lower lip, causing tingles to erupt down Sherlock’s spine.
“We had a deal, remember?” John says. His eyes remain fixed on Sherlock’s mouth for another moment before he lifts them to meet Sherlock’s hooded gaze. “You tell me yours, and I tell you mine.” He smiles. “My turn.”
OKAY so that ended up being longer and a bit…more than I meant for it to, but there you have it. I’d like to go ahead and say that this was rather inspired by @thespiritualmultinerd‘s comment on this post here. After reading that I couldn’t get this idea out of my head, so you have them to thank for this. :D
I guess there will now be a part three because I can never seem to do anything easily lmao. Thanks for reading, friends, I hope it was worth the little wait. <3 Just tags below the cut. I apologize if I left anyone out. <3
I know you are asking for flower meanings and you’ll get them, you’ll get a lot of them, but I would like to preface this list with that someone’s favourite flower or in any case a thoughtfully picked bouquet (in their favourite colour maybe) is also always a good idea for an apology.
For a character who barely knows anything about the person they’re apologising to or the meaning of flowers an attempt of being thoughtful is a good alternative. Florists often don’t know these meanings, but we do know that nevermind the meaning if someone adores a flower it’s instantly an awesome present. An apology bouquet/arrangement that your character can stand a 100% behind will have an indefinitely higher success rate even if it’s nothing fancy.
Blue bell - constancy, sorrowful regret but also humility, constancy, gratitude
Broom - humility (but also neatness and adour)
Camellia - my destiny is in your hands, but also modest merit
Caramine - paternal error (could be taken as a form of acknowledgement of it)
Carnation (red) - my heart breaks
Chervil - sincerity
Chestnut - justice, do me justice (could be used in combination with expected retribution, or when a character would think only a penalty makes their apology mean something)
Chrysanthemum (white) - truth
Cinquefoil - maternal affection, beloved daughter (have them combine it with caramine)
Gum cistus - I shall die tomorrow (for the overly dramatic character)
Clove - dignity (an acknowledgement or dignity or to say they’re trying to preserve it here)
Columbine - folly, desertation, I cannot give thee up
Columbine (red) - anxious and trembling (as in one meaning, not two)
Convolvulus - uncertainty, bonds
Convolvulus major - extinguished hopes
Crab-apple blossom - ill-tempered
Currant - thy frown will kill me
Daisy - innocence (are they innocent though? meaning has to handled with care)
Dock - patience (they could signify their own and their will to wait things to get better or the acceptance of the apology etc.)
Elm - dignity (see previous)
Eschscholzia (esch-schol-zia) - do not refuse me (risky, but good for characters stubborn as a mule)
Everlasting - perpetual or never-ceasing remembrance (of what? you will have to choose for yourself, your muse sure will know)
Fern - sincerity, confidence
Filbert - reconciliation
Fly orchis - error
Fool’s parsley - silliness
Freesia - lasting friendship, innocence, trust
Fritillary (chequered) - persecution (as in being haunted by something in this case or maybe they’re apologising for persecution who am I to judge)
Geranium - true friend, stupidity, folly (all at once)
Geranium (clouded or dark) - melancholy
Geranium (horse-shoe leaf) - stupidity
Geranium (fish) - disappointed expectation
Geranium (scarlet) - folly, comforting, stupidity
Gladiolus - you pierce my heart, generosity, I’m sincere, flower of the gladiators
Greek valerian - rupture
Hairbell - submission, grief, humility
Hawthorn - hope
Hazel - peace, reconciliation
Heart’s ease (purple) - you occupy my thoughts
Henbane - imperfection, fault
Honeysuckle (coral) - the colour of my fate)
Hyacinth (purple) - sorrowful, please forgive me
Ice plant - your looks freeze me
Iris - faith, thank you for your friendship (wishful thinking of theirs in hope it comes true?)
Carolina jasmine - separation
Lalic (field, like an actual field of lilacs) - humility
Lint - I feel my obligations
Lote tree - concord (a wish for such in this case)
Lotus leaf - recantation (of your character’s previously spoken words for example)
Marianthus - hope for better days
Marvel of Peru - timidity
Olive - peace
Fly ophrys - mistake
Osier - frankness
Peony - shame bashfulness, anger
Persicaria - restoration
Pomegranate - foolishness
Rose (deep red) - bashful shame
Rose (white and red) - unity
Snowdrop - friendship in trouble, consolation, hope
Straw (a single, broken) - rupture of a contract, dissension, broken agreement
Tamarisk - crime, guilty
Verbena (pink) - family union (wished for maybe?)
Violet (white) - candour, let’s take a chance
Volkameria - may you be happy
Wild-service - harmony
Willow (creeping) - love forsaken
Withy - frankness
For an accepted apology a sultan lilac (”I forgive you”) in combination with white tulips (”forgiveness”) would go well.
As you can see Nonny the list is quite long, and I’ve only covered the basics. if they need to apologise for a certain behaviour or certain circumstances, it would help if you let us know more details so we can try to give a more precise answer. However, I do hope the above was helpful to you and your writing.
- Mod Jana
Disclaimer: This is intended as writing advice only. We are not responsible for incorrect messages received by the interpretation of flower language in real life.
i can’t respond to all the asks i’ve gotten in the past few days! here’s a post addressing some of the messages i’ve gotten re: that last ace diary comic
to all the ace and lgbt folk that came to share their experiences and support: thank you so much. it means a lot to me to hear from people in my communities, and it always brightens my day to see other aces sharing common experiences with each other. i don’t think 5 years ago when i first discovered asexuality i would have even believed that so many other ace and ace/gay people existed!
to the people who sent hate about things i had already addressed in my previous comments on the matter please actually take some time to look at my blog and responses on my post before sending senseless rude comments. i’ve apologized for being unaware of the complications with the term “allosexual” and i acknowledge that my comic was easy to misconstrue as an oversimplification of gay experiences. i apologize again for the confusion and my mistaken use of bad terms. i stand by the fact that it was not the word i should have used to convey what i meant, which was purely just the factual classification “non-aces”
to the ones calling me “abusive” and “homophobic” to my gf:
-frankly i don’t even know where to start with this one. maybe look at my other daily comics for context? maybe get some perspective about what homophobia is actually like? try coming from a conservative family and dating another gay girl from a conservative family!
-shockingly, two gay people can be happily in a relationship even with different sexualities. our relationship is one of unconditional love and support - we’ve navigated and celebrated our differences for three years and intend to continue to do so.
-you cannot assume that every ace person is sex repulsed/attraction repulsed or knows nothing of intimacy. some are, but you cannot assume it of all aces. maybe actually talk to an ace person before making assumptions about their lives and relationships! if you’re curious about the ace experience in relationships with non-ace folks, please message me privately and I’d be happy to inform you. I’m not quite sure how the comic was read as “gay sexual attraction is gross”.. if anything it was meant to be self deprecating for forgetting such a common thing as sexual attraction exists. even tho i’m ace i am frankly The Biggest Gay
-my girlfriend “looks uncomfortable” in that comic because i DREW her that way. in our real life interaction, she was talking about sexual attraction to a former crush with her current, long term girlfriend! she said it was embarrassing because the feelings were irrelevant now. if you looked at my blog for context or at her blog (http://scorpiialpha.tumblr.com/) you’d realize instantly the dynamic between us, instead of assuming it from one small section of my diary comics.
(btw right hand pic above is done by her she wanted to contribute 2 this post and it’s great)
i’m sorry i cannot reply individually to all of you, but thank you again to all the supportive anons, all the other lesbians and aces in my inbox, and those who came to calmly explain and help me understand my mistake with the terms i used. I’ve been so disconnected with tumblr that it saddens me to hear that there’s been so much controversy around ace people. I don’t know the details and it sounds like there were rashly made comments on both sides.
i made some mistakes with my last auto-bio comic, but i will not stop making ace/gay content. it has always been important to me to normalize lgbt experiences and to create works with diversity. i’ve had experiences that convinced me i was broken and my asexuality would sink any potential relationships, so these auto-bio comics with my girlfriend are especially important to me - to show aces with the same fears that there’s always hope, and to rid myself of any remaining lack of confidence in my identity.
Hi! I was wondering if you have any tips for building, I love decorating and stuff but I can never make the houses look alright on the outside, which is such a huge bother especially when I'm trying to build community lots. Also, how do you make your buildings match the aesthetic of a certain neighborhood? I try to refurnish or build but it's really hard to match the styles of the worlds in ts4. Sorry for all the questions, I hope you have a nice day!
Hi Anon! I apologize for taking so long to answer this one. Sometimes questions like this make my brain hurt because I don’t know where to begin. XD And I’m afraid once I start, I’ll just babble forever! But I’ll try to be as concise as I can.
As far as making exteriors of houses and community lots look right, my usual advice is to start with inspiration/reference pictures. You can use Google Image search, Pinterest, Houzz, and various floorplan sites to find something you’d like to build (I have a post with links here). Ask yourself what you like about the house - the roofline? The windows? The color scheme? Try to focus on the thing you like best and get it as close to the picture as possible. You may have to compromise with the rest of it, due to the limitations of the game, so if you can get at least one element right, you have a better chance of ending up with a house you like!
Pay attention to proportions. It’s honestly the hardest thing to get right, but it will make a huge difference in the final result! I don’t use any fancy measuring scheme, just my eyeballs, so it’s hard to give specific advice here. Sometimes I measure a house by “window-widths”, or just by sections. To illustrate what I’m talking about, here’s an example:
The yellow squares respresent the “sections” of the house, and the arrows mark the width of the first section as compared to the others. You can see they’re all about the same size (the middle one is a little shorter, and the last one is a bit longer). So whether you decide to make each section 4 tiles, 5 tiles, or 6 tiles wide, I would keep them all the same size in the game, too.
The blue lines represent “window-widths”, which is another way I use to measure a house. In that first section, the window is in the middle. If you eyeball the distance on either side, it’s about one and a half window widths. Unfortunately we don’t have half-width-walls in the Sims, so you can either go with a room that is 3 tiles, 4 tiles, or 5 tiles wide. 3 tiles is just too small, since your other sections will have to be 3 tiles as well (unless you’re purposely building a tiny home, that’s fine, too!). If you do 4 tiles, you’ll want a 2-tile wide window so you can position it in the middle of the section. I myself would probably go with 5 tiles just to give myself a bit more room. Then I’d make the other sections 5 tiles as well.
Anyway, that’s my non-technical way of figuring out proportions. Sometimes you have to compromise and just go with what works in the game and what looks nice to you. It’s very difficult to get a house to look exactly like a picture, but it at least gives you a plan to start with!
As for neighborhood planning, I’ll stop babbling for now and point you to some previous posts I’ve made (but let me know if you have further questions!):
Hello dear! Your blog brings me lotsa happiness just so you know! :) also, can I ask for scenarios of how the chocobros would react to their s/o dawning their respective outfits (nsfw if you're up to it!)? Thank you so much!
Hi Sweetie! I’m so happy you like coming here! I love when couples exchange/ take over the others wardrobe.
Noctis muttered, he had missed three of his daily naps and it was beyond midnight, he needed sleep! But he couldn’t!
He was even in a comfy hotel bed, away from the others! He made Ignis buy you two a single room, and tossed them down the hallway, not to be seen until the late check out tomorrow. AND the reason the Prince couldn’t sleep was because you decided you wanted to take the longest shower in the world tonight of all nights!
He’d go to sleep, than would wake up to you not being in the bed! Only to doze again for about 4 minutes before waking up again, and you still weren’t there! So when he finally heard the water shut off, the Prince was ready! He was gonna cuddle you so hard, and then just sleep, he didn’t care if you prodded him or stated that he was making your arm go to sleep, this was your punishment!
So when you stepped into the dim room, in one of his clean shirts, that reached your hips and thighs. Those beautiful thighs, those pillow thighs, the shirt raising high at the chest, not use to the extra there he found himself awake.
“Mm, that was worth it. Camping really makes you appreciate a nice shower.” You pur, sitting on your edge of the bed, as Noctis took a good amount of the other side of the Queen. Shrieking as you were pulled back to the bed, to rest against Noctis’s chest. “Noct.”
Noctis muttered softly, as he nuzzled against you, the scent of him from his clothes that you had on, but the scent of you underneath was amazing! He loved it! You two mingled together perfectly, and it turns out he had a little more energy to give.
“Hey, so uhh, what’s under the shirt?” He asked hands wandering.
“Why don’t you figure it out.” You purred, only to be thrown to your back, as your once sleepy time Prince was now fully awake, and reaching underneath the shirt on your body, which currently had nothing underneath it.
And if that boner rutting against your leg meant anything, it was that Noctis had figured that out.
Prompto sat within your apartment, you had invited him over stating you had a rather interesting photo opportunity for him, so to bring his camera. He sat on your couch, where he had set up a small little studio for the two of you.
“You ready, Prompto?” You called from your bedroom, where you had been getting ready for the last 20 minutes.
Prompto turned, as he quickly jumped to his feet. You stood in his “digital” shirt, his vest, and a pair of cheetah printed shorts with knee high black boots.
“How do I look?”
“You look…you look, OMG bae you look fucking hot.”
You giggled stepping forward pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose, “I take that as you’re ready to start?”
Prompto automatically rose his camera, the item typically glued to his hand, as he put the viewfinder to his eye. Snapping again and again, as you posed for him. The both of you seeming on the same wavelength as you often modeled for the man when he got a new filter or lens.
You smiled, noticing that Prompto had begun to go into photographer mode, just like you expected, he was so busy trying to get the perfect angle. So time to turn up the heat, first just lowering the vest down to your shoulders, than losing it all together. Next you gripped at the bottom of the shirt, flashing your stomach and even a few peek-a-boo of the ribs, before ripping it off your body, to show the matching printed bra underneath.
You sacrificed a $30 bra for this, it had better work!
Yet judging by the tent in those light blue cargo pants it was working, just one more thing.
“You know, sweetie, I’m not wearing any underwear.”
That always got Prompto’s attention, and the blonde lowered his camera, you quickly reached out taking the camera, placing it on the side table. Taking his hand, as you pulled at the slight elastic band of the shorts, before placing his hand down the front.
The second his fingers touched you, and only you, Prompto’s mouth was on your own, and that photoshoot was over.
“You gonna be any longer?” Gladiolus groaned tapping his knee, waiting for you to exit the bedroom.
It was suppose to be movie night, which was suppose to have started 10 minutes ago, but you still hadn’t come out the back. After stating you had been confined to a bra and pants long enough you rushed to the back to change. The popcorn was ready and so was the beer, but you were taking your sweet time.
“Sorry to make you wait, baby.”
“About damn tim…Fuck babe.” Gladiolus chuckled, his words falling on his lips, as you stood there, wearing his button down and underwear alone. The top open, yet due his barrel chest, it didn’t hang open to wide, covering just your nipples, but gave him plenty of cleavage, and view of your cute bellybutton. “Isn’t this a nice treat.”
“Glad you like it.” You giggled, moving to sit beside the man on the couch, gasping as he grabbed your arm, pulling you into his lap.
“Excuse me Miss, but I believe this is your seat this evening.” He chuckled, arms wrapping around you, as you grew settled into his lap, as he placed kisses against your neck.
You didn’t even get beyond the previews before you found yourself, between the beers and popcorn on the coffee table. Shrieking above the repeating main menu repeating it’s title music, you large boyfriend pounding away at you from behind.
Maybe you could try for the movie again tomorrow, since tonight, you already knew that the man wasn’t going to let you free anytime soon.
“There she is.” Prompto called waving you over.
You made your way over to the table at the restaurant inside of the hotel that you all were currently resting out. Having unfortunately got into town, during the end of rainy season. So you were stuck here for another couple of days, when the weather let up, and you could continue on.
“Sorry, I’m late, unfortunately the front desk seems to have misplaced all of my blouses.” You apologize, always one on time, just like your boyfriend, who had stood to pull your chair out for you. “Thank you, Ignis.”
“My pleasure.” Ignis stated, a familiar song and dance for the two of you. Yet it made Ignis falter, you were wearing his purple button down, tucked with a mauve tulip skirt, with your black kitten heels. The buttons of the shirt were undone to the fourth button, showing off quite a bit of cleavage as the shirt wasn’t tailored to a woman’s figure.
You smiled to your companions as Ignis pushed your chair in, before moving to sit down next to you. Almost immediately his hand was placed on your thigh, which was rather bold for the man, yet as it was covered by the tablecloth you thought nothing of it. Even Ignis could get starved for attention from time to time.
“We have already order, My Dear. I hope you do not mind that I placed an order for you.”
You giggled softly leaning into him, “You know me better than I know myself, Ignis.”
You found it rather strange that all throughout dinner, Ignis hand remained firmly on your thigh, even while you ate. You knew that Ignis was a man of many talents but to eat with his least dominant hand was a feat you had just learned that he could do.
After dinner, both Prompto and Noctis had scurried off to see the awesome arcade they had spotted coming in, while Gladiolus stated he was going to go check out the sauna and gym. While you had mentioned that you wanted to check in on the room, to see if your items had return to the room, or else you’d be spending money on a few blouses, or wearing your Citadel uniform for the rest of the trip.
“They are luckily giving us a discount for the little confusion.” You explained to Ignis as you opened the hotel room door, yet no sooner had you both stepped through the threshold, did you feel a large hand cup your ass. “Ignis!”
“I do apologize, my love, yet you look rather ravishing. Had I know that you looked so wonderful within my shirt, I would have done away with your blouses long ago.” Ignis purred against your ear, as he spun you around.
You didn’t have time to retort as Ignis pressed his lips against, your own, leading you to the bed. You hadn’t even noticed that all of your blouses were returned, and pressed free of charge.
Pinning keith angst Lance writes love letters and put it in what he thinks is his crushes locker but it's Keith's locker. Lance finds out and tells keith that they weren't met for him. Keith, who is crushing on him hard now is very sad 😏 gotta love the angst
“What’s this?” Keith pulled an envelope out of his locker, his fingers ghosting over the baby blue paper.
“It looks like a lover letter,” Pidge wiggled their eyebrows as they attempted to snatch the envelope from Keith’s hand.
“Stop that!” Keith pushed the younger person off them, “you gremlin.”
Pidge laughed, stepping away from Keith, giving the raven boy some space to open the letter, being careful not to rip it.
Your eyes shine like the stars at night, your hair wrapping my eyes in the night sky. You’re everything I want, please keep the stars alive. ~Blue <3
Keith felt his face turn red as he scanned the letter with his eyes over and over again, the words digging into his mind. What?
“What does it say?!” Pidge climbed up Keith’s back and he gripped the piece of paper tighter in his hands.
“Who wrote this?!” Anger slightly consumed his voice and Pidge jumped away from the pale boy.
“Wh-what does it say? Is it something bad?!” They tighten their hands into fists as the idea of their friend getting bullied.
Keith shook his head, “no, no, it’s nothing bad, just a love letter?” He wasn’t really sure what it was since he had never gotten one before but he was sure they were like this.
Pidge blinked a few times, scanning the letter when Keith turned it towards them. “It’s actually a love letter…I was just joking about that,” they gave a nervous laugh and stepped away from their friend, “I guess someone has a crush on youuuuu”
Keith folded the letter and placed it securely in his backpack, “I’m sure it was just a fluke or something. Let’s just get going before we’re late for class.”
Pidge nodded, shutting their locker and quickly changing the subject to mothman.
Yet Keith soon learned that the first letter wasn’t a fluke, more appeared everyday. Every time Keith opened his locker a new letter would be there, the baby blue paper looking out of place among Keith’s red’s and black items.
Keith would never let it show or tell Pidge but he looked forward to the letter everyday, it was nice to feel wanted for once. Moving from school to school had made it very difficult for Keith to feel wanted or have people ask him out.
“Aren’t you curious who’s writing you these?” Pidge adjusted their glasses and Keith pulled another letter out of his locker.
Keith shrugged, “kinda? I just want to know why really. I mean I’m not to look at and if it’s a girl they won’t have a chance with me anyways.”
Pidge nodded, grabbing their backpack, “what if it’s that Lance kid? You know captain of swim team? And our class president?”
Keith hid his face from his friend, feeling his skin heat up at that name. Lance. He was the first boy Keith had checked out at this school, there was simply something different about him that drew him to Keith but they had only spoken a few times.
“I highly doubt it, plus isn’t he like straight?” Keith placed the letter in his bag, mentally clearing time in his schedule to read it later.
Pidge shrugged, “I think he’s bi? Not sure but I’ve heard rumors, plus he’s always around that Hunk guy.”
This went on for almost a month before Keith learned who was actually putting the letters in his locker. He had just turn the corner to where the lockers were, slightly rushing to grab his book, he had forgotten it before going to class. Crap, why did I forget it?! He quickly scanned the small numbers on every locker, his eyes reading the numbers before he bumped into someone. “Oh sorry, I didn’t see you there.”
“It’s no problem man, sorry I got in your way.”
Keith’s eyes went wide as he quickly turned his head towards the voice, the voice that he had memorized the selective times he had the pleasure of hearing it. Lance! “No, it’s cool, no need for apologies.” Keith laughed nervously and reached for the dial on his locker.
Lance cleared his throat, “so are you grabbing something for someone?”
He sounded nervous and Keith shook his head slightly, “no this is my locker,” he chuckled slightly, glancing at the tanner boy, whose eyes were wide as the moon. “You okay?”
Lance opened and closed his mouth a few times, looking like a fish out of water, “wait wait wait wait this is your locker?!”
Keith nodded slightly, he didn’t know what to say, why would Lance care if it was his locker or not?
Lance groaned, dragging his hand down his face, “shit, this isn’t good. You’re telling me that this isn’t Nyma’s locker?”
Keith nodded, “Nyma’s locker is 245, I’m 254.” He swung the metal door open, hiding a smile as he saw the familiar blue paper sitting on his books.
“Then I gotta apologize…for the letters that you have been receiving.” Lance avoided Keith’s eyes and Keith felt his face go red.
Lance has been writing those letters?! Does he like me???? Keith raised his eyebrows, “ why are you apologizing?”
Lance stared at the ground, “they weren’t for you, they were for Nyma.”
Keith’s face fell as he looked at the unopened letter, “ oh okay, I suppose that makes sense.” Keith grabbed the letter, ignoring how his hand shook as he handed it to Lance, “go get her man.”
Lance stared at the letter, his hand hesitantly coming up to grab the blue paper. “Thanks man, um do you have the other ones?”
Keith shook his head, shutting his locker, his book long forgotten. “Sorry, I kinda threw them away,” lie, “I thought they were a bit cheesy for my taste.” Keith adjusted his backpack and gave the tanner boy a smile. “I wish you luck.”
Lance smiled, sending Keith a friendly salute before running to the right locker.
Keith slowly made his way towards the nearest restroom, the tears failing before he could lock himself in the stall. He gripped at his hair, tugging at the thick strands, just once, just once why couldn’t I have had someone? He thought about how happy Lance would be with Nyma and he wiped his eyes, new tears replacing the old ones quickly. Pull it together Keith, it’s a dumb boy who probably didn’t even remember your name. Keith grabbed some toilet paper and blew his nose, fuck class. He closed his eyes, letting his heart slowly fall apart. Least he still had the others letters, he could still pretend.
I headcanon that Nyma dyes her hair all the time lol
Steve wakes alone. Again. He sighs and rolls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling and hating how cold the other side of the bed feels. He had hoped when he went to bed the night before that maybe Danny would come around, that he had calmed down and Steve wouldn’t have to wake up to an empty bed. He should have never got his hopes up.
It’s all his fault. If he had just told everyone that they were dating like Danny had asked him to he wouldn’t be left wondering if he still even had a relationship to be worried about. Instead, he let his fear get the better of him and denied he was dating anyone right in front of Danny just so some random waitress wouldn’t know he was gay. He feels like punching himself for his own stupidity.
His phone rings before he can sink any further into his self-loathing and he crawls out of bed as Duke tells him about a new crew of drug smugglers that HPD just got wind of.
He leaves a bag of malasadas on Danny’s desk and waits for him to come in, watching out of the corner of his eye as Danny walks into his office and pushes the bag out of the way. At least he didn’t throw them away today, so that’s progress.
“We got a case,“ he says, knocking quietly on Danny’s still open door.
“I’ll be right there,“ Danny tells him but he still won’t look at Steve.
“Danny-” he starts. He knows that he needs to say something, that he needs to at least try and apologize, but he can’t get the words out. He doesn’t know how to start to apologize for denying everything that they have together. In the end, he doesn’t get the change because Danny cuts him off, brusquely saying “I’ll be out in a minute, Steven.”
It takes three long days but finally they track down their smugglers. He and Danny still haven’t talked but between the long nights running leads and the early mornings where Steve has nothing to do but realize how lonely he is without Danny, they haven’t had any time to themselves. He makes a promise to himself that as soon as this case is over he’s going to talk to Danny and do whatever it takes to make things right.
When they find their smugglers packing a new shipment of drugs on the docks he’s eager to start the takedown. SWAT follows his lead, Danny still right by his side even though he still refuses to speak to him, and Steve’s barely through the door when the gunfire starts. He takes cover behind a forklift, seeing Danny and one of the SWAT guys dive behind a stack of crates. The rest of the SWAT team retreats and regroups outside the doorway, waiting for a lull in the shooting to try their entry again.
He shoots at the smugglers, giving the SWAT team enough cover fire to make their way into the warehouse. He’s forced to duck down when the smugglers reload and start shooting again, but he hears at least one guy go down and a couple others start running away. Chin, Kono, and Lou should be around the back, cutting off their only other exit to the building.
He’s reloading when he sees someone climbing up onto the gangway above the warehouse floor. The higher vantage would make them all sitting ducks and he’s moving on instinct, climbing up the ladder after the guy and praying that he doesn’t get shot in the process. As soon as his feet hit the walkway he’s running, bringing the guy down in a full body tackle before he can get a shot off. The guy struggles and manages to hit him in the face with the butt of his gun, more by luck than actual intent, but he’s no match for Steve’s training and the resulting fight is quick and easy.
He disables the gun and zip ties the guy to one of the railings before making his way back down the ladder. He has to wipe blood out of his eyes on the way down, the hit may have been a lucky shot but it still did some damage, and no sooner have his feet touched the ground than Danny’s in front of him.
“Come on,“ Danny growls at him, grabbing by the arm in a bruising grip and dragging him out of the building. There’s a couple ambulances waiting just outside and Danny forces him to sit on one of the bumpers, ordering him to stay. A few seconds later, he returns with a wet towel and a bandage and starts wiping away the blood from his face.
Steve’s not sure how he manages, but somehow Danny gets his wound cleaned up and covered without actually looking at him. It’s killing him that this is the most intimate Danny’s been with him for almost two weeks. “Danny,“ he whispers, not caring how desperate he sounds. He’s tired, and he aches, and he just wants Danny to talk to him.
He reaches out, grabbing Danny around the waist and pulling him closer. Danny stiffens, but he doesn’t resist so Steve keeps pulling him close until he can wrap his arms around Danny’s waist and press his forehead into Danny’s bullet proof vest, just above his heart.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, his voice cracking, and he surprises himself with how broken he sounds.
“People will see,“ he hears Danny says coldly like he’s daring Steve to pull away.
“I don’t care,” he admits and is surprised to find that it’s the truth. What does it matter what people think about him when the only person who’s opinion he cares about is Danny’s? He was so stupid to fall into those old habits of constantly denying who he was. Now, seeing the consequences of that, seeing how alone he is without Danny in his life, in his home, he can’t bear to lie any longer. He’ll shout it from the rooftops if he has to, anything to make Danny happy again.
He dares to look up and sees Danny staring down at him softly, his blue eyes full of relief. There’s a smile starting to pull at the corner of Danny’s mouth and Steve can feel the tension leave Danny’s body as he accepts Steve’s words as the truth. Danny’s so close that Steve can see the faint freckles spattered just under his eyes and he can’t resist. He reaches up and pulls Danny into a kiss, right there in front of the team, SWAT, HPD and their perps and for the first time he doesn’t give a second thought to what their reactions will be.
“You still have a lot of making up to do,” Danny says, breaking the kiss but not bothering to move away.
“I look forward to it,” Steve says and kisses Danny again.
RFA + V + Saeran reacting to an MC who just got stung by a wasp or bee? I recently got stung by a wasp and now my hand is all swollen ^^;;
Oh no! I consider myself lucky because I have yet to bee stung (hahahahah get it) and I hope I never will that shit looks painful T.T Did you clean the wound properly? Apparently honey really helps to soothe stings, but don’t use it if you’re allergic! I hope you get better soon ~
Also sorry but for now even if it’s a long post, I’m not going to put anything under a cut. I don’t want to risk losing any more of my stuff =.=
Happened to my bro when he was like 8, we were in my Gradmother’s garden and wanted to catch butterflies, so my bro saw a bumblebee and he was like “it’s fuzzy, colorful, and flies…therefore it’s a butterfly” bless his soul
Summer had arrived, and with it came a clear, breezy day, that weather where the sun warms you up but the wind cools you down at just the right moment
It was a perfect time to go butterfly catching
So collected your net, sunscreen, food, and one (1) Yoosung before precipitating yourself towards a nearby park
Tbh he didn’t really want to participate because he’s scared of hurting the butterflies oh my god hold me back this boy is so precious
But he was fine cheering you on from the sidelines, after all your happiness is his happiness
It wasn’t long before you spotted a Monarch butterfly perched atop a nearby flower bush, and in one fell swoop, you catch it in your net
Yoosung is like woah that’s my girl look at her what a pro
But you hadn’t thought that there might be other small critters lying among the flowers
So as you reached over to close the net, you felt a sharp pain in the meaty part of your palm
Yoosung appeared right beside you before you could even start to cry, pulling an emergency med kid out of his backpack as he took your hand in his and begins to treat your wound
“It’s okay, don’t cry,” he said, kissing your brow. Although Yoosung was a bit nervous since the love of his life was in pain, his words were so soft and soothing that as they washed over you, the pain gradually faded and you were left with nothing but the warmth of his hand over yours
For the next few days, Yoosung constantly checked up on you, and told you to limit the use of your hand
He applied ointment to prevent any swelling and discomfort, and basically just took such good care of you the wound vanished in a few days
You lowkey wanted to become an animal just so that you could visit Doctor Yoosung and have him treat you
It was quite simple really, you were crouched in front of a flower bed, smelling their sweet fragrance, while Zen sat beside you, thinking about how much you looked like a flower fairy
But then a bee sorta plopped onto your thigh, and in your surprise, you tried to brush it off, but the bee ended up stinging you before it fell onto the ground
Your yelp of pain brought Zen back from his reverie, and he cradled you against his chest, asking you why you were suddenly crying
Babe I think something stung me and it really hurts
He went from 1 to 100 real quick, his eyes blazing in fury as he tried to find The Villainous One Who Injured My Princess™
He’s all like @ bee: (ง'̀-‘́)ง come at me u ‘lil bitch
Zen the bee is already quite dead
He whisked you away towards the nearest first aid station, and held onto you the entire time you were getting the sting cleaned up and covered
Insisted that he carry you home, because he seemed to be under the impression that if you walked, your leg might fall off
Once you got home, he placed you on the couch and ordered you to stay put for the rest of the day
But he knelt before you and…
Being the romantic bastard (I use this word in a nice way here don’t hate me) he is, Zen lifted your leg up to his lips and kissed the bandage
“From now on, I will not lose to anything. No human, nor bug, nor any other formidable foe will ever hurt you again, be they large or small.”
I mean as sweet as that sounds, just imagine Zen hovering around you with an aerosol can in his hand whenever you go outside, constantly spraying bug repellent everywhere so it just sorta hangs around you like a cloud
Are you trying to poison me Zen do you really wanna pull some Romeo and Juliet shit Zen are you really that dramatic Zen
At first, the both of you thought that adding tables outside the cafe for customers to use was a good idea
But neither of you thought of the horrible things leftover sweets attracted
One day, while you were clearing up a table littered with half-eaten cake on a side not who dares not finish their cake why would you even consider such a thing???, you picked up a plate an immediately dropped it after feeling something stabbing your finger
The plate shattered against the ground, and you felt your heart beating in your index finger
Jaehee never heard you cuss so loud
She rushed outside to see what all the commotion was about, and saw you clutching your hand, face red and eyes watering
Now Jaehee is smart, with just a single look, she can tell exactly what’s wrong
Baehee ushered you inside, telling you not to worry about the plate, not to worry about your finger, not to worry about anything because she is there and will take care of you
She apologized to the customers, saying that she had something important to take care of, and wouldn’t be available for a few minutes
In a flash, she had everything laid out and ready to use, carefully pulling out the wasp’s stinger, wrapping a hand towel around your finger before giving you ice
You felt bad for disrupting both of your work, but she again told you to stop fretting
She made you stay behind for half an hour, until the ice was almost completely gone, before allowing you to come back again
Though she insisted that you only use one had , and limit yourself to the smaller tasks
When you both went home that day, Jaehee settled you on her couch and declared that she was going to feed you herself
But Jaehee I have two hands you know
She wouldn’t hear any of it though
“Fine, then how about you use your other hand to feed me in turn?”
It turned into a fluff fest and ended with both of you giggling hard, chocolate pudding smeared across both of your faces, cheeks flushed, that day’s incident long forgotten
Mmh and then Jaehee offered to “clean up” the pudding on your face, and so another sort of fest begun
I’m like 700% sure that he’s already safe-proofed his entire penthouse
There are no bugs, no critters to be seen anywhere, even out in the garden, the only insects you see are the harmless ones
I guess with money, anything really is possible
Jumin was aware how important bees were for the environments as well as his garden, so he allowed the existence of bees to continue in his otherwise no-bug haven
But this led him to the fake belief that bees were completly harmless creatures
I mean for the most part they are but accidents still occur
And an accident was exactly what happened when you wandered too close to a bee hive
Luckily, you managed to escape with only one sting (actually I heard that even if you aren’t allergic at first, if you’re stung multiple times you can develop an allergy and die???)but it still caused enough pain to make you tear up
Jumin Mental Equation: You+Crying+Swollen Arm= MC has a fatal illness
Rushed you to the hospital despite your complains
Jumin I need tweezers and an ice pack, not an X-Ray and an IV
Did feel a bit embarrassed when the doctor told him it’s just a bee sting
He had his arm around you the entire day after that, except when you fell asleep in the afternoon
When you woke up, Jumin was nowhere to be seen
The guards said he was in the garden
As you approached that place, you heard his voice talking to someone
You peaked around the corner and
This dude was wearing a beekeeper outfit, in a cutesy kitten pattern to boot
But what shocked you the most was that he was trying to have a discussion with the bee hive
Or maybe, telling the bees off for hurting you was more accurate
Which did nothing but aggravate said bees, who were now swarming around him in a rather angry manner
Jumin you’re an absolute dork but that’s part of the reason why I adore you so much
Really though, unless he’s there with you when it happens, the blind man will not notice your injuries, even if you happened to get your head chopped off
That’s really sad actually
When you were out in the garden tending he flowers and got stung by a wasp, it hurt, but you were adamant about not letting V find out
Imagine how he would feel if you got hurt but he wasn’t there beside you?
So you were biting your lip, fighting back tears as you rushed to treat yourself, when V came in
“Sweetheart? What are you doing?” he asked after hearing you rummaging around in the cabinets for tweezers.
“Ah, um, nothing!”
He reached out for you, and instinctively you did the same
V’s fingers brushed against your swelling forearm, and felt you flinch away
“”Did you…did you injure yourself?”
“It’s…it’s nothing major, just a wasp sting.”
“Oh my God, MC I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry I didn’t realize before, I’m so sorry I didn’t notice your pain.”
The poor boy looked like he was about to cry, and clutched at his fkn gorgeous hair in distress
See this is exactly what I mean the poor man blames himself too much
You assured him that it was all okay, that you knew how to take care of your own wounds, and that if he wanted to make you feel better, he could stay near you
But after that incident, V suddenly decided to get the surgery
“What happens if something like this happens again,” he said, “I want to be able to prevent you from getting hurt again.”
This happened to my friend in the same situation (except it was in a towel fort me and my friends had made), we all found it so hilarious that even though she was crying from the pain, she still laughed along with us. What a touching story excuse me while I wipe away my tears
You managed to convince him to go to a public pool with you
Now this place had a really big grassy area with lots of shade, so you decide to sit down
But unluckily for you, you only wore your bathing suit and had your towel wrapped around your shoulders
And even more unluckily for you, there was a bumblebee bumbling around in your choice area to sit
Naturally, the little fuzzy fella was squashed to death, but not before his stinger was neatly lodged in your butt cheek
SEVEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCKING OWWWW!!!!!!
The Defender of Justice Magically Appears!! He just kind of blinked at you while you were feeling up your butt tho
“Do you need some help with that, miss?”
Immediately became concerned when he saw you crying though, and pulled you into a tight embrace
“Honey what’s wrong?”
“S-Seven…I think I sat on a bumblebee.”
You felt him tense up
Then you felt him start to quiver
Bastard you better not be doing what I think you’re doing
Sure enough, Seven was trying to suppress his laughter, but when you pouted at him, he just couldn’t hold it in anymore
“Ahahaha! You sat on a bumblebee! I wonder what the view was like from down there…what did it see in it’s last moments? I bet it was a glorious sight to behold.”
You cheeky bastard pun 117% intended
Rest assured though, he gave you the best first aid care, especially given the location of your wound
After all was said done, Seven sighed wistfully and said, “But in all honesty, letting a bumblebee go somewhere so private…are you sure you weren’t having an affair?” also reference 249% intended
“Good,” he says, leaning closer to your ear. “You better not bee.”
That night y’all watched The Bee Movie and he frequently whispered “That could be us but you playin’.”
What exactly he was insinuating, you did not know.
You went out to his favorite ice cream stall on a sweltering summer day
He went back for seconds while you waited at a nearby bench
Your hair fell over your shoulder as you leaned forward towards your half-eaten cone, so you lifted a hand to brush the locks back and –
You hadn’t noticed, but a sneaky wasp had flown into your hair, and you’d accidentally squished it a bit between your hair and collarbone
Real talk: when you get any sort of injury directly over bone, it fucking hurts
So when Saeran came back to see you crying, he was floored
Did I make her wait too long? Did someone hurt her? Did- wait what the hell is that?
He took one look at the swelling on your collarbone and decided that someone had tried to kill you
Ah Saeran, I’ve met a lot of people before who jump to the most unlikely conclusions possible but you reaaally take the cake
Though your tears weren’t something he wanted to see, so anxiously he patted your head and asked what happened
You explained to him, that you think you were stung by a wasp
Like Zen, Saeran looked around, trying to find someone to fight
Saeran who gives a damn about the wasp this sting hurts like a bitch
Tol bean wasn’t sure what to do though. There wasn’t no one to beat up, he he didn’t know how to take care of a wasp sting, and your crying was just making him want to cry
So Saeran, in a flurry, grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him
“It’s okay,” he said, “I know someone who can help. Just hang in there, okay?”
Saeran pls stop talking like I’m mortally wounded
With that he took off at break-neck speed in the direction of who knows where, pulling you along in his wake but shit this guy can go
Yeah, you still felt the throbbing pain beneath your neck, but Saeran ran so fast your were practically flying through the air behind him
A few minutes later, you found yourself at Yoosung’s doorstep, Saeran spamming the doorbell until a disheveled looking ray of sunshine boy opened the door
Without much grace due to his sheer panic, Saeran shoved you in front of him and yelled, “Please, help me! I don’t know what to do!”
When things calmed down a bit and the circumstances explained, Yoosung showed Saeran how to clean a sting wound, how to properly remove a leftover stinger as well as remedies to soothe the affected area
Yoosung teaching Saeran new thing, and Saeran absorbing it all with shining eyes was a really effective painkiller
Lol it was almost worth getting stung just to witness this moment
What's this thing about jikook and special days in Korea? I've seen it mentioned but I've never seen it explained. If you've posted it before I'm sorry, I didn't see it. I'd be super grateful if you would link it. Thank you for all the answers!
Hey there! I think I’ve never done any in-depth explanation on this, nor have i seen anyone explain.Honestly speaking, I think I’m in no position to talk, as I’m not familiar w Korean culture, so I’ll try to link all the interactions between them on these days instead of explaining in details what these days are all about. Prob just a brief one. ^^
/cracks knuckles/ Here we go.
From what I read, apart from public holidays in Korea, there’s also a special day on the 14th of every month for couples/singles to celebrate. E.g there’s Pepero Day, Valentine’s Day, Diary Day etc.For some inexplicable reason, Jimin and Jungkook were together on these days, and I’m not saying this without a concrete basis, because it’s mostly proven by Jimin n Jungkook’s Twitter uploads,as though they wanted to scream to the world “look at us”
Let’s start from January.
January 14th- Diary Day where couples give diaries as gifts
Note that in this video, there’s only the two of them, or maybe another member, who didn’t want to be included, which is pretty unlikely since Jimin always includes others, even if its for 0.00001 sec. So my bet is, they’re the only ones in the car (apart from the manager/driver). Date? 14th January, at approximately 11:51 pm KST. Coincidence? Maybe, but that’s not all.
(Important: Today was when Seoul Music Awards took place. Let me give you a hint… Orange hair + blue suits + backhug + whisper in the ear…got it? Yep! Jungkook gave Jimin a back hug on stage in front of hundreds of ppl on this day. Amazing, right?)
February 14th- Valentine’s Day
Thevideo was uploaded today at 9:06 pm, but they had gone out two days ago, on the 12th. My question is, why on the 14th? Notice that Jimin was filming Jungkook initially, before he panned out and included Jin? (his caption was bout Jin tho) If you were here, you would’ve prob seen some posts on Jin being the chaperone in Jikook’s dates.Some time later after this “date” Namjoon revealed that he once went to Han River with Jikook. Putting two and two together, doesn’t it make more sense?
March 14th-White Day where guys give gifts to their girls
This time around, Jeon Jungkook was the one who uploaded the video,
2 MINUTES before White Day ended (11;58 pm) Please, please look at the
caption “Jiminie hyung is sleepy, somebody please tuck him in” and
please appreciate the precious time he took just to edit this video. He’s obviously in love with his hyung
Jimin left two comments saying “It’s really shocking Jungkook-ah I told
you not to upload it right #JIMIN“ and “This hyung will go back home
real quick. Be aware #JIMIN “
Either he took
it himself and sent it to jungkook or Jungkook recorded it and they’re
together, both of which are completely fine with me.
May 5th-Children’s Day
On this day, Jimin posted not one but three videos, in which jungkook was included in TWO of them. I can’t link any more vid so here’s the tweets
No video from both of them, but they still had quite a no of moments today.They were all over each other, from Music Core (where Jungkook became the MC) to their fanmeeting. Jimin did tweet something about Jungkook mc-ing and ofc he had to include the two hashtags #jimin and #kkuk. No twitter update but still, what a wonderful day for both of them.
September 14th- A Day before Chuseok and Photo Day
I really truly find this mindblowing. Jimin posted a funny video and again, like many other times, Kook was in it. The caption was basically “Happy Korean Thanksgiving everyone” but wow…Photo day landed on the very same day. Now…coincidence again? I’m gonna be trash and say no, this thing has occurred too many times for it to be claimed a coincidental event.
Not related to anything but it’s still considered special, right? Especially for Jikook. Today, Jimin posted a video of him and Kook. Like always, no one else besides Kook. Also, we got to witness this
a very very special day for jimin AND Jungkook indeed.
That’s all i think. Id like to apologize if I make any mistake in this post. Oh and before I forget there’s also April’s Fools Day where Jikook dedicated the whole twitter to themselves (and Yoon/seok too). What do you say about Jikook and special days? Suspicious? Fishy?intentional? Coincidence? I’ll leave it for you to conclude bc I believe you’d have known my respond to this by now ^^
I would like to wish you a Happy Happy New Year in advance! May 2017 be filled with positivity, happiness, success, and more Jikook!!!! <3<3<3
Hey! So idk if you're taking requests but on the off chance that you are, do you have any more headcanons for the YouTube au? I enjoyed the first one sooo much and now I'm way too invested - like would Marinette ever make a channel? Alya? Nino? (P.s. Congrats on finishing tangled ribbons dude!!! It was unbelievably cute and well written and fun and ahhh I've got a lot of love for it!)
YEAH MY DUDE I LOVE THIS AU LETS DO THIS!!!
(i had a bunch of these written down a While Ago but i forgot about them rip im sorry) also??? i cant believe i finished tangled ribbons?? constantly in awe that thats done
"If this was us meeting for the first time, I'd do it all again. Everything. The fucks, the fuck ups, everything." (Dealer's choice on the who)
Yuri should have expected that seeing him again would be painful.
It had been five years since Otabek had thrown him the motorcycle helmet, five years since they had begun a budding friendship and Yuri had developed an awkward and embarrassing crush. Three years since they had confessed their feelings to one another. Two years since they had really started dating.
One year since they had broken up.
The breakup had been awful, Yuri red faced and sobbing while Otabek had packed, seemingly deaf to Yuri’s desperate pleas. It had been over something stupid, something small, but the tension of the skating season had gotten to both of them and Otabek had decided he needed to move out.
“Beka, you can’t go,” Yuri had sobbed, “Please don’t leave me.”
Otabek had remained nearly silent, but Yuri knew him well enough to tell that he was close to crying himself.
“This isn’t working, Yura,” he had told him, “We need a break. It’s hurting our careers and you know it.”
“I don’t give a fuck about skating right now!” Yuri then cried, “I need you Beka, please.”
Otabek had left anyway.
A year had passed. They had talked a little, on the phone and via Skype and social media. Their friends had pushed for them both to try and get back together, but Yuri was too stubborn to bend first. He figured Otabek felt the same. They never really made up and Yuri’s life seemed to drain of color.
Without him, skating is just a job. I don’t feel passion anymore, not like I used to.
Now sitting at the Grand Prix Finals in current first place, he swallowed as he watched Otabek take the ice. He hadn’t seen him since their breakup and Yuri marveled at his beauty.
God, he looks good. Fuck, I miss him so much.
Heart burning with longing, Yuri found a shadowed corner where he could watch the program. The music started and Yuri’s jaw dropped as the familiar words echoed over the ice.
It was a gentle song. Their song. Otabek skated on the ice as if he was desperately trying to convey a message to Yuri.
Are you watching? His movements seemed to say, Do you see me, Yura?
Yuri’s eyes filled with tears as he watched Otabek go into a graceful step sequence. His normally stoic expression was emotional, each movement stretching his endurance.
Yura, are you watching?
Yuri might not be the best at emotions, but he knew an apology when he saw one.
He watched as Otabek launched into a jump, a quad salchow, Yuri’s favorite. The song began to trail off to the ending and Yuri suddenly found himself racing to the edge of the rink. Otabek twisted into his final position, eyes locking with Yuri’s as he held his hands over his head.
Yuri’s heart pounded while the crowd cheered for Otabek. He walked to the gate, swallowing emotions that were pounding through his heart.
I see you. I see you, Beka.
Otabek skated towards the gate, the sound of the rink drowning out in Yuri’s ears. Otabek was mere inches from him now, looking down at him with a piercing gaze.
Yuri knew that look.
“I love you,” Yuri said breathlessly, as if answering an unspoken question.
Otabek’s face relaxed into a gentle smile, one he saved only for Yuri.
“I love you too, Yura. I’m so sorry. I never should have left you,” he murmured, stepping towards the kiss and cry where his coach was waiting, turning his back to Yuri.
“Then don’t leave me again,” Yuri said fiercely, not caring who could hear, “If this was us meeting for the first time, I’d do it all again. Everything. The fucks, the fuck ups, everything. Christ, Beka, I love you!”
Otabek turned around to face him, completely missing as his scores were announced. It didn’t matter that cameras were on them, it didn’t matter that Otabek’s coach was looking furious. All that mattered now was them, together.
“I won’t,” Otabek whispered, stepping closer and cupping the side of Yuri’s face, “I never could resist you. This year’s been hell.”
“You’re a fucking idiot,” Yuri murmured without malice, kissing Otabek’s hand. He knew they’d have a lot to talk about, a lot to sort through, a lot to forgive.
Twisting in his grasp, Rose cranes her neck to look at him, finally, and there he is, all furrowed brow and tight mouth and eyes glittering with anger, and god, if she wasn’t so irritated with him right now, she just might kiss him.
“That’s what you were going to do, isn’t it?” she asks instead.
Eyes widening, the Doctor only has a moment to let his mouth drop open in surprise before another gentleman steps in—time to change dance partners. Rose slips into position with the newcomer without so much as a blink or even a glance in the Doctor’s direction, never faltering in her rhythm; a quick peek at the Doctor moments later tells her that he has allowed himself to be swept up in the tide of dancers, sidling up to his new partner across the room.
Rose turns away, swirling in her partner’s arms, but she can feel the eyes of the Doctor boring into her. She shivers despite the summer heat.
“That’s beside the point,” he whispers when they meet again, touching palm-to-palm first with one hand, then the other. “I’m a Time Lord.”
“Really? First I’ve heard of it,” Rose replies drily.
“I’ve been doing this for a long time, Rose. A very long time. I understand the risks.”
Rose rolls her eyes. “And stupid apes don’t.”
At least the Doctor has the decency to flinch at those words. “That isn’t what I meant.”
“Of course it is,” Rose sighs, and they both step back, granting a berth for other dancers to flit gracefully between them. “After all,” Rose continues when they reconnect, hands clasped, “I’m hardly one of the most accomplished women who ever lived, am I?”
How would the dads react to accidentally hurting Dadsona's feelings really bad and feeling super guilty about it?
would be so torn up over it. He doesn’t know what to do, so he writes you a
long, soppy letter about how he doesn’t deserve your forgiveness but he begs
for it anyway. Immediately takes back whatever it is he said that hurt your
feelings and promises to do and be better. Makes you a bouquet every day
without fail until you’re willing to forgive him. He hugs you to himself, buries
his nose in your hair, and tells you that he swears he’ll never hurt you like
that again as long as he can help it.
probably cries when he’s alone. When he realizes how upset you are and how
deeply he just cut you he can’t help it, he just starts crying because he’s so
mad at himself. Caught between letting you go and begging you to forgive him.
One night he shows up at your house in a suit and tie, blushing like crazy when
you answer the door, and mumbles, “Can we…uh, can we talk?” He sits you down
and has a serious conversation about how he can see now that what he said was
not okay and he would do anything if you were willing to forgive him. He then
takes out to a fancy-ass, very not-Robert dinner because “This is what Damien
said to do! Fuck, I knew it was stupid.” You laugh at how flustered he gets and
he smiles because he knows things will be okay.
can’t forgive himself even if you can forgive him. Like he tears himself up
over it and for a solid week goes above and beyond to make sure you’re happy.
You have to sit him down one night and say, “Joseph, all I need is for you to
apologize. You haven’t done that yet.” And he cries, because he doesn’t
remember the last time he was let off the hook after just an apology. He hugs
you tight and tells you it will never happen again.
you a sonnet. He apologizes immediately after he upsets you, and the next few
days are kind of weird because you can’t forget what he said…so he writes you
sonnet detailing things he loves about you and asking you to please forgive
him. He even asks Mat to show him how to play guitar so he can try to sing it
to you. The singing and playing is rough, and he’s nervous and blushing the
whole time, but he tries his damn hardest and that’s enough for now. He tries
to understand why what he said upset you so much and swears to be better in the
Brian is bad
at asking you to forgive him. He pretends he thinks you’re just being dramatic,
but he knows he’s in the wrong. It’ll take a few days of cold-shouldering him
for him to finally suck up his pride and ask your forgiveness. He brings you a
home-cooked meal on the day he asks your forgiveness and gives you a sheepish
little smile. He also tells you that you have a free pass to punch him in the
arm if you want, he gets it, he deserves it.
never say anything to hurt your feelings that bad, he’s way too gentle with his
words. But if he ever does say something that really upsets you he would waste NO
time and immediately apologize and try to make it up to you. He would tell you
he’ll watch what he says better in the future and that he totally gets it if
you need a break from spending time with him for a couple of days. If you’re
willing to forgive him then and there, he would give you a relieved smile and a
soft kiss. If not, he waits patiently for you to be ready to forgive him and
probably tears up a little bit when you do. He was so worried you hated him
said stupid shit that hurt your feelings all the time in college, but it’s
different now. Now he knows he can’t expect you to just let it go, because he’s
an adult and he knows better. So he probably does something really sweet, like
take you out to a movie or to see a production or game that you really like,
and tells you how grateful he is to have you back in his life and how sorry he
is for fucking it up. “You mean the world to me, dude,” he says, voice sincere
and eyes locked with yours, “I always want you to feel like you’re loved and