I just got a semi-angsty, semi-sweet idea for the trans!Danny headcanon.
Jazz wasn’t always accepting of Danny being trans. Whether it was that she was mad she didn’t have a little sister anymore or society’s general transphobia got to her, it took her some time to come around.
Later, when Danny has his powers and after he learns that Jazz knows, he asks her why she supported him being Phantom even when, for all she knows, he actually did kidnap the mayor and rob a bank.
Jazz takes in a deep breath, and her eyes get a little teary when she tells him, “I took too long to accept you for who you are before. I’m not making that mistake again.”
The sun beats down on you with strokes of heat, a gentle breeze brushing your cheeks and wrapping around the strands of your hair tucked beneath a sun hat. Grinning, you glance around and take in the stunning beach, waves calm enough that guests and visitors alike have headed into the water to cool off while others are playing games and enjoying the festival in it’s full swing.
Oh gosh you can see Chocobos. A line of them waiting by the pier in makeshift stalls for whoever wants to hire them out for the day.
You wriggle your toes inside your sandals, bouncing a little as you try to hold back the excitement swirling inside your stomach. You’ve been on the road with the guys for what feels like forever now, and you can’t even remember the last time you haven’t been reduced to sleeping in a tent or a caravan. Coming to Galdin Quay of all places now feels like going straight from zero to one hundred, but it’s not like you’re going to complain.
“Okay, those extra hunts were definitely worth it.” You turn to see Prompto jogging up to your side, eyes reflecting the same awe you can feel simmering inside yourself. “I think I mightjust be able to forgive you guys for the impromptu camping trip you forced on us.”
-he’d hurt just seeing you feel so awful all the time, but would constantly try to help you feel better even just a little bit-
*brings you your favorite food and drinks; gets teary eyed the moment he sees you curled up on the couch under your favorite blanket* “Jagi, I got you your favorite stuff babygirl.” “I know you feel bad but food always helps me when I feel like that, so please try to eat.” “I just want to see you feel happy and okay..”
-would absolutely hate it seeing you always feeling sick, but hate the fact that there’s little he could do about it-
*walks into y’all’s shared bedroom, sees you laying in bed and automatically climbs in and cuddles you from behind* “Feeling sick again princess?” “Aiisshh… I’m sorry my love, I wish I could help.” “Let’s nap okay? Maybe you’ll feel better when we wake up..”
-he’d always end up trying to convince you to go to the doctors, in hopes that you’ll stop feeling so sick-
“Babe, why don’t you let me take you to my doctor?” *you tell him you saw countless doctors in the states but nothing really helped* “Jagi, come on- Korean medicine is different, what if we find something that helps, even if it’s a little?”
-the moment he hears you groan, he knows that you’re not feeling well; our wang puppy will go out and come back with your favorite chocolates and other little goodies-
*walks into the living you, automatically spots you practically hiding underneath your blanket* “My poor princess, I hate that you’re feeling so bad and hurt all the time..” “Here are some little snacks for you babygirl, maybe they’ll help.” *starts to act cute hoping to make you smile and hear your adorable little laugh*
-knows there’s not much he can do so he just cuddles with you and gives you tons of affection; giving your forehead kisses, tummy and back rubs, etc-
“Jagiya, I hate seeing you like this..” *lays with you, wrapping his around your waist from behind* “I’m going to be here by your side til you feel better, okay?”
-would always keep track of every symptom or feeling you had when you felt bad, and would end up looking up different home remedies knowing how stubborn you’d become when he’d ask you to go to the doctors-
*would place a cup of a tea his mom told him could help on the nightstand next to you* “Drink this okay babygirl?” “It could help a little bit..” *he’d climb into bed with you, shaking his head as you tried to refuse it* “Either you drink it or I will carry you to the doctors myself, princess.”
-would always end up paranoid it’d be something serious-
*it’d been the fourth time this week you were just not feeling the greatest, the moment he’d come home and see you laying on the couch his heart would just break and he’d feel this sense of frustration* “Jagi please let me take you to the hospital or something..” “Please, I’m so worried and it can’t be good for you to always be sick like this..”
I was just discharged from my National Guard unit last week.
It was kind of hard for me–I joined the Guard when I was 17 and a half and a
senior in high school, and now at age 21 I had been with these guys for more
than 3 years, one weekend a month and for two weeks each summer. If it was left to me, I wouldn’t have left the Guard, but I had no
choice. Regulations, they said. Yeah, right.
The story goes back to Valentine’s Day, 2003. That was the day I married Sue,
my high school sweetheart. I considered myself real lucky–I had a beautiful
wife and her family (father, mother, two sisters) liked me. My family (father,
mother, two older sisters) liked my wife. I had a good job working for my
father-in-law, bringing in good money and my National Guard pay meant that my
wife and I were pretty comfortable financially.
I had started working for my father-in-law right when I
graduated from high school. He owns a construction firm, and I started at the
bottom–digging ditches at first while I learned how to operate the equipment. By the time of my wedding, I was
a crew leader, working with the guys under the formal direction of the foreman.
I knew at some point I’d be promoted to be foreman,
and then to a management
position in the office, but to be honest with
you, I wasn’t looking forward to it. I liked
the hard physical work and being in the open air.
The hard work every day meant that I didn’t have to do anything to keep the same
muscular build I had when I graduated from high school. When I got married I
weighed 165, with 6-pack abs, good sized biceps and pecs, and big thick quads.
At 5'9" tall, I was in great shape.
thank you for always taking the time to answer my asks! i appreciate it a lot ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ as a follow up: what was shiro's reaction to his baby girl getting engaged? especially since the fam was notified via text?? aLSO THE WEDDING OMG WHAT WAS THE WEDDING LIKE?? i love this au and this family!!
[The Voltron Family] The second Shiro got the message of Pidge—the photo of her hand with a ring, he immediately called Keith.
Shiro: KEITH! OH MY GOD. PIDGE! Keith: *laughs* I know! I’m so happy for her. Shiro: Keith! *panics* Keith: Shiro? *worried* Are you crying? *smile softens* Aww, s’okay, babe. Shiro: Keith, she’s going to leave me now… *sniffles* Keith: Oh my god, Takashi. Shiro: Keith. My baby girl. *sniffles* Keith: Shiro, we’ve been through this. Shiro: No, we haven’t! *cries even more* I’m supposed to have an operation in a few minutes and my daughter drops this news that she’s going to get married to her first and only relationship with some ace Italian?!! Keith: You basically just summarized Pidge’s wonderful relationship. Shiro: But Keith. Keith: We both know that Lotor can provide for Pidge. We know that very well, Takashi. He’s the heir of The Galra Enterprise. We have nothing to worry about so don’t be so dramatic. Shiro: You have no right to say that to me when you cried so hard when Hunk wanted to marry Shay. Keith: *gasps* How dare you say that to me, Takashi Shirogane! You bawled when Lance got married! Shiro: Exactly! So this is kinda normal for me. *huffs* *sniffles* Keith: *sighs* Awww, baby. You’ve always been emotional when it comes to weddings. Shiro: Yeah. And it’s gonna be my baby girl’s wedding. Please prepare your waterproof suit, love. You know it’s gonna be full of my tears. Keith: I got you, sweetheart. *muses*
The wedding was held in Italy. All expenses were paid by Zarkon because he only had one chance of going all out for his son’s wedding. Everyone flew to Venice and Pidge was so damn excited. Shiro and Keith visited Pidge while she was wearing her wedding gown before the ceremony.
Keith: *teary eyed* Sweetheart, you look so beautiful. *caresses Pidge’s cheek affectionately* Pidge: *chuckles* *nuzzles Keith’s hand* Thanks, Daddy Keith. Kinda funny I had to wear a gown though. But I’m glad it’s not that itchy as I thought it would be. *adjusts her gown* Shiro: *stops Pidge from adjusting all the more* Stop that, sweetheart, you’re going to ruin it. *looks at Pidge and smiles* *takes her hand and rubs it* Pidge: Oh no. Please don’t cry, Daddy Shiro. *frowns* Shiro: Too late. *sniffles* I’m already crying. Keith: *rolls eyes* C’mon, love. Let’s go. *pulls Shiro* Shiro: Wait, lemme just kiss my baby girl one last time. *squeezes Pidge’s hand* I might not be able to do it again. Keith: *sighs while smiling* Okay, I’ll leave you two.
Both Shiro and Keith marched with Pidge and of course Shiro was crying while Keith was there to hand him a handkerchief.
Lance: Hohoho! Pidge! Looking good with that wedding dress. What have you done to my sister?! Pidge: *turns to Lance* *gives him the middle finger* Say that again to my face and I’ll kick you out of my wedding, loser! *grins so wide* Hunk: Pidge! That’s very rude! *gasps* And pay attention! You’re marching! Pidge: I don’t care, Hunk! *chuckles* No cake for you later. Except for your little kiddos cause they’re my faves. Lance: How dare you say that in front of my babies, Pidge! Keith: Gods, kids. Please. We’re in a formal event here. Save the bickering for later. And Shiro, stop crying already or you’re going to trip. Why do I have to keep this family together? You’re like a bunch of hooligans.
After the wedding, Shiro and Keith approached the newly weds.
Keith: *to Lotor* Did you know we had our honeymoon here as well? Lotor: Really? *smiles* Shiro: Yes. A very memorable night. *smirks at Keith* Keith: *rolls eyes* So? *eyes Pidge and Lotor* Pidge: We’ll probably just play a bunch of video games later. *looks at Lotor and gives him a high five* Lotor: While eating junk food.
Shiro: *hand on chest* Oh thank god. I’m so glad. Lotor: *scrunches his nose* Dad, please. We’re not gonna do that. *laughs*
As soon as they left…
Shiro: *sniffles* Lotor called me “Dad.” Keith: *smiles* *squeezes Shiro’s hand* He did. Shiro: I didn’t have the heart to correct him and call me “Daddy Shiro.” Keith: *laughs* *playfully slaps Shiro* TAKASHI!
A few weeks ago, twelve people gathered in my basement and read an early draft of the screenplay version of Sirens. I thought I’d record it, take pictures, make this amazing multimedia post out of it, but none of that happened. I was terrified. I felt I wasn’t far enough along with the script and there were typos and I’d be a disgrace. My Evil Inner Editor and my Imposter Syndrome make a fabulous tag team, but they were no match for the actor charged with reading the action/stage direction. As soon as I heard “Interior, Hammond Tower, Night,” both vanished. I was focused only on listening to the words in that moment. Needless to say, it was a success and now that I’ve had time to process this (and make more progress), I wanted to share what I learned.
Be prepared to be emotional. I wasn’t expecting this at all, but I got teary when we hit the dialogue. Yes, I had always imagined their voices, but to hear some fabulously talented people breathe life into something you created is damn awesome. 13/10 would recommend.
You’re going to hear all your mistakes (and that will cause you to cry, too). Not only will you hear every single agonizing typo, but awkward word choices and mismatched dialogue. What do I mean by mismatched dialogue? I had a line of dialogue that sounded good in my head and looked good on the page, but the actor wasn’t even halfway through that sentence and Kill Bill sirens were going off in my head at how awful it sounded. It wasn’t the actor’s fault. His characterization was spot on, but my word choice was awful.
Less is more, Part 1: Give an actor an inch and they’ll run several hundred miles. I was consistently amazed by how little I gave an actor in way of action and how much they could do with it. By the end of the evening, they were interacting with each other in character, and about 90% of the time it was just as I imagined it.
Less is more, Part 2: Resist the urge to add more dialogue. All of the scene headings, action and stage direction will be read aloud and because of this, it will read fast and you’ll panic thinking you need to fill the emptiness. Don’t! Once actors are moving around, things will slow to an appropriate pace.
Actor Wisdom, Part 1: “Don’t interrupt us.” Before everyone left, I asked what the writer’s cardinal sin against actors was and got a resounding, “They interrupt us!” If you’re interrupting because it doesn’t sound right, odds are good what you wrote isn’t clear, not because they’re being dense. There are multiple readings for this very reason, so reel your neck in and let them do their job.
Actor Wisdom, Part 2: “Some actors think they’re writers. Ignore them.” I’d heard this from several playwrights, but I wasn’t expecting to hear it from actors. We’ve all heard stories of actors rearranging plots or demanding other changes. What we don’t hear is how it’s considered the height of unprofessionalism among actors to do that—doubly for the famous ones. It’s one thing to collaborate (and they’ll be happy to), but it’s your story and good actors respect that.
There will be another reading to go over the ending, which I’m still working on. Another thing I didn’t count on was having 11 people pestering me on Facebook about when I’ll be done. I might have my act together enough next time to record part of it.
So this is my first writing that I share. This is quite different from the usual fanfics and I don’t really know if people are interested in this kind of stuff. It’s more like poetry with a little bit of fanfiction in it.
This poem can be read two ways, which means that it can be read in Bucky’s perspective and it can be read in the reader’s perspective. My advise is to read it two times with different mindsets. But that’s the beauty in writing, you can understand it the way you want.
Anyway, feedback is greatly appreciated, because I have no idea if this is something that someone would read. (I have no idea who to tag, so I’m setting the bar high and tagging my favorites)
I remember the way you looked at me,
The way your almost perfect teeth and perfect lips made a shiver run down my spine.
We were far from perfect.
But the most important thing was that I believed you,
truly believed when you said that it was okay to be broken
to be fucked up.
Your hair looked like a mess
And your voice was full of sleep.
I forgot how to breath for a second.
But when you weren’t looking I remembered.
My mind traveled into dangerous places,
Far away from the light.
It seemed like an eternity at the time, but it was just a moment, really.
I was lost,
Then you looked at me again.
And suddenly there wasn’t a thing I regretted,
Because every single night
Every time the sobs made me loose my mind
And every occasion I almost pulled the trigger
Brought me here. Next to you.
You did not say anything, but we did not need any word.
You pulled me in your embrace and kissed all my wounds.
I felt alive.
One night when we laid together, asking the Moon for some advise,
You whispered in my ear.
Three little words.
And I have to be honest, I did not believe you. How could you?
I was a cursed soul trapped in this land, trying to be dead.
I think you knew that I did not believe you, though.
But you just smiled, like you knew something I did not.
You always said, life is a silly thing and no one escapes without being broken.
I can still hear your voice in my head, the bittersweet attitude.
Your wise eyes,
It always looked like all the secrets were hidden in your irises.
One day I did something incredibly stupid.
I still didn’t forgive myself,
I did the one thing you asked me not to do.
That was the only time you were mad at me
And I still can’t understand why you stayed.
But when I opened my eyes and came back from the undiscovered country from which no travellers return, you just smiled.
You just smiled whit teary eyes,
And welcomed me back.
After that I got to know all your secrets, that
You were lost, just like me
You were a warrior, just like me
You were a traveller, just like me.
And in that moment I understood
I believed you.
Sometimes I feel like we were some kind of runaways in the Universe, because
We knew too much.
We saw too much.
We felt too much.
And it was hell of a miracle that we found each other.
I don’t know how our stories are going to end.
I don’t think that our kind is able to have a happy ending, we are happy if we have an ending,
But you are the living proof that miracles do happen.
Well, my birthday passed. It's okay!! If you still wouldn't mind, I wanted the RFA + Vanderwood each on a special date late the night of mc birthday after pretending to not know what the day is! Something cute or anything you wanted to do! Thank you bunches for this!!~💜💚💙- 🎵🎂
I’m so so so sorry that this took me so long to write, annoy!! ;-; I feel awful for not writing this one sooner so I tried making these longer and fluffy, please let me know if you’d like me to change them in any way! Thank you for the request and I hope that you enjoy!! ^^
You sighed as you looked at the clock, only three more hours of your birthday remained
All day you had been hinting that it was your birthday but Yoosung was oblivious and didn’t even do anything to celebrate it
The thought made you want to cry, tears started leaking down to your cheeks
Yoosung entered the bedroom and felt his heart drop when he saw you crying, quickly he sat down next to you and wiped your tears away
“Follow me, MC. I have a very special surprise for you!”
You did as you were told and let Yoosung guide you to the kitchen where he had prepared your favorite home cooked meal with candles lit, a bouquet of flowers in the center and a present wrapped up
Yoosung giggled as you playfully smacked him for making you think that he forgot your brithday as the two of you dug into Yoosung’s delicious cooking
When finished, Yoosung excitedly watched as you opened up his present to you
It was a mug with your favorite animal printed on it, the inside of the cup was filled with your favorite kind of candies plus Yoosung wrote a five page letter detailing how much he loves you
“You mean the world to me, MC. I’m always so happy when I’m with you! I’m sorry that I didn’t buy you much for gifts but I’ll give you as many hugs as you want as an additional present! I love you so much MC, happy birthday!”
There were times, like now, where you felt that Zen cared more about his fans rather than you
Most days you would understand why he hasn’t home until late but today was your birthday and he didn’t even contact you all day
It made you think that he didn’t care, so you dragged yourself to the bedroom to sleep your feelings away
You woke up as Zen lightly tapped your shoulder, his smile making your heart flutter as he grabbed your hand and made you follow him
“Come on Jagiya, I have somewhere important to take you.”
Zen led you outside to the rooftop deck in his apartment complex where a small table was set up with dinner
Your eyes widened in surprise as you saw a piano set up too, Zen promptly sat down and played your favorite arrangement
Once his song was over, you threw your arms around him in gratititude, curious about how he got a piano up there but that was a question fro later
Zen then produced a small box from his pocket and told you to open it, which you excitedly did
You felt yourself get teary eyed as you looked at the small ring Zen had bought for you, he gave a small laugh and put it on for you
“It’s a promise ring, MC. My vow is to always make you smile and feel loved no matter what. This is so embarrassing, but the reason why it took me so long to set this all up was because I just got enough money to buy you the ring. I may not be the richest man alive but I would do anything for you to make you happy. I love you, MC, happy birthday.”
You knew that Jaehee was a working machine but it was times like these that made you feel like she cared more about work than you
Today was your birthday yet you hadn’t seen Jaehee all day since she left before you even woke up this morning
It hurt seeing her work so hard, that work ruled over her
Just as you were about to head to bed for the night, Jaehee finally came home
Before you could even greet her, she was dragging you out the door
“Please follow me, MC. I promise that where I am taking you will be fun.”
You had no choice but to follow her as Jaehee took you to a newer looking building
Your eyes widened when Jaehee handed you a set of keys, saying that this building was going to be a cafe owner by the two of you
But it didn’t stop there, once she led you inside there was a brand new coffee machine with a bow on top for you
Jaehee apologized for working so much lately but she wanted to save up enough money to purchase the cafe and coffee machine as she slid her arm around your waist while you rested your head on her shoulder
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about this sooner, MC. I really wanted you to be surprised and I think it worked. I’m so excited for what the future holds for the two of us. I love you dearly MC, and I wish you the happiest of birthdays.”
Jumin typically made a big deal out of small things when he was with you, but today was different and not in a good way
It was your birthday yet it seemed like Jumin had forgotten since he didn’t send you any birthday wishes or even acknowledge the day
But you knew how busy Jumin was, he didn’t have time for trivial matter which you guessed was your birthday
When Jumin came home, he panted as if he was out of breath and asked you to follow him
“I have somewhere that I would like to take you. Please, follow me MC.”
Feeling hopeful, you did as you were told and waited anxiously as Driver Kim drove you to a mystery destination
Jumin helped you out of the car as he led you inside to a five-star restaurant for dinner
Afterwards when the two of you were home, Jumin tentatively handed you his present, looking away nervously
Your heart fluttered when you saw what looked liked a hand-knitted scarf in the box, you asked Jumin if he made it himself
He shrugged but his calloused and scratchy hands have him away, he said that he wanted to make you something from the heart for your birthday
“I know how you can dislike material items sometimes and Assistant Kang told me that making something myself would help show my love for you. I do hope that you enjoy it, MC. I apologize for seeming like I didn’t remember your birthday. You’re so precious to me that I could never forget an important day like this. I simply adore you MC, happiest of birthdays my love.”
You knew that Seven had a stressful life but you genuinely felt sad for him ignoring you
Today was your birthday and Seven spent all day in his work room, not even bothering to come out and wish you birthday wishes
You spent the day trying to subtly get him to notice you but Seven pushed you away all day
Just as you were about to call it quits for the day and go to bed, Seven called you into his work room
As soon as you opened the door, Seven tackled you to the ground with his arms wrapped around you, giving your face tons of tiny kisses
“This is no time to be fooling around MC! You must get up so I can give you your gift!”
Seven dragged you to one of his many cars and told you that he planned the perfect night for your birthday
When the two of you arrived at your destination, you stared in awe as Seven set up a drive-in theater for the two of you
He had the projector play your favorite movie as he wrapped you in tons of blankets along with his lanky arms
Once the movie was finished, you and Seven laid ontop of the blankets and star-gazed, he pointed out his favorite constellations to you
Seven slyly slid a star shaped necklace around your neck along with a piece of paper that said you were now the proud owner of a large star shining in the sky
“Sorry if these presents are kind of weird, MC. I wanted to give you a present that would last forever. You’ve helped me so much with everything, I’ll be forever grateful to you because of it. I love you with all of my heart MC, here’s to many more happy birthday’s!”
Vanderwood was never the most affectionate boyfriend but he was truly disappointing you today
It was your birthday yet Vanderwood was out all day on business and didn’t even bother to text you
Feeling hurt that your boyfriend forgot about your birthday, you slowly walked to bed to sleep your sorrows away
As a few tears slid down your cheeks, you heard the door open and Vanderwood tugging your arm
“Hey, no more crying MC. I have something to show you so get up.”
You reluctantly followed Vanderwood as he wiped your tears away, promising that the wait was worth it
Vanderwood led you to an outdoor garden under the starry night sky
You looked around in awe as you happily led Vanderwood around the nighttime garden by his hand, he even cracked a small smile himself
When the two of you got to the end of the garden, Vanderwood shyly handed you a gift along with a bouquet of your favorite flowers
You carefully unwrapped the present to find a simple but pretty bracelet along with a mini taser
Vanderwood blushed brightly and used his long hair to hide his cheeks when you thanked him as he helped you put your new bracelet on
He handed you the flowers, which you took a pleasing whiff of, and started to guide the two of you back home
“Listen MC, I’m really sorry about ignoring you all day. I know that I’m not the best boyfriend around and that I’m moody and sarcastic and maybe even uh… sassy. But I truly do love you MC, you’re so precious to me. I promise that I’ll always protect you from all harm and trust me, I’ll never break that promise. So I hope that you had a happy birthday, MC.”
Headcanon of RFA + Saeran + V reacting to an MC who's afraid of fireworks, or other loud noises? Any holiday that people would reasonably set fireworks off during is fine by me :D
Hiya nonners! This actually kinda hits home because I’m very sensitive to loud noises… when I was a kid I was actually afraid of my dad for a little bit, not for a sad reason, but because he played this “monster” game with my sister where he would chase her around the house and roar and he’s got a loud voice. Plus fireworks also made me scared. It’s better now though! So here goes:
He’s not so used to loud noises either
Because he wears headphones for most of
the day, a lot of sounds around him are muffled and quieter, so when he hears
loud noises he’s not necessarily scared but
it’s uncomfortable and hard to get used to
So when he knows people are going to be
setting off fireworks, he’s used to just putting on headphones or covering his
But the first time he was with MC and it
happened, she just looked so scared and started shaking
Very gently, Yoosung went up to her,
headphones in hand, and placed them above her head and over her ears. They’re
the very fluffy, noise-cancelling kind of ones so they’re great for this sort
When the next firework goes off he asks,
“Did you hear it?” and MC has a huge grin on her face as she shakes her head
no, leaning over and wrapping her arms around Yoosung in a big hug
Zen isn’t really bothered by loud
noises. Being on stage gets someone desensitized to that sort of thing, when
there’s loud music playing or other sound effects, he’s basically just gotten
used to it
So he kind of forgot that people can be
scared of that sort of thing, and when the fireworks went off at first he just ignored
the sound, watching them from the window of his house
Until he heard the smallest “Zen?” come
from the hallway, where he turned and found his poor beautiful MC struggling
not to cry with her hands clasped over her ears
MC is scared
Wraps MC in a hug, leads her to a bed,
wraps her up in a blanket burrito, turns off the lights and turns on a movie,
and kisses her and hugs her to distract her from the noise
His being aggressively affectionate is
so silly to MC that she just starts laughing and while she can still somewhat
hear the noise even with the TV on, Zen being there is definitely a comfort
Fireworks don’t affect her. Nothing
affects her anymore
But seriously, Jaehee isn’t affected at all by loud noises. You could pop a
balloon right in front of her face and she wouldn’t blink
That night she had been doing some work,
basically blocking out the sound of the fireworks that were going off, and
needed something from the other room where she thought MC was, so she decided
to just call out and ask MC to bring it for her
But when no response came after about 2
or 3 more calls, Jaehee started getting worried so she got up and went into the
other room only to find MC with her hands firmly covering her ears and her eyes
wide with fear
Jaehee instantly goes to MC’s side, work
forgotten, and comforts her with her arm wrapped around MC’s shoulder all night
long until the sound of the fireworks fades away
After that they bake cookies and have a dance
party once MC is feeling all better~
Jumin, like Jaehee, isn’t affected at
all by loud sounds and was getting ready for bed when the fireworks show
He hadn’t heard from MC for a while but
just assumed she was taking a shower or something in the bathroom, or getting a
But when he opened the door to their
bedroom he was shocked to find MC curled in a ball, breathing heavily almost to
the point of hyperventilation, all because of the sound of the fireworks
Jumin immediately calls Elizabeth the 3rd
into the room, who now has access the inside, senses MC’s distress and jumps
onto the bed, curling up right next to her as Jumin had predicted
Elizabeth’s purrs are soothing combined
with the steady, comforting presence of Jumin stroking his hand up and down MC’s
back, then his body against hers holding her tightly, as he hums a low,
beautiful song to her
The three of them stay that way all
night until the fireworks end, MC having eventually fallen asleep against Jumin
It was MC’s birthday and Saeyoung was
very excited to throw her a surprise party after they came home from her
regular birthday party with the rest of the RFA. MC thought the festivities
were over? Not a chance
When they finally got home, Saeyoung
suggested MC should go into the bedroom to change into her pajamas while he
just checked something for work in his computer room
There he waited, until MC finally walked
in to figure out what was taking him so long, and Saeyoung popped out of his
hiding place with a party horn, blowing loudly and making a deafening sound
On the spot, MC almost started to cry.
Not only was she startled by Saeyoung jumping out at her, but the noise combined
with it that was so loud caused her to almost go into a panic attack
At first Saeyoung thought he had just
jumpscared her and that she would calm down in a second, but when she didn’t he
realized what had happened
He apologized over and over again, kissing
and soothing MC for a while until she finally calmed down enough to fully
explain. Saeyoung swore never to pop any balloons in front of her or blow any
party horns from then on and they enjoyed the rest of MC’s surprise party
The two of them were going for a
late-night walk in the neighborhood, just chatting and enjoying their time
Suddenly they passed by a driveway where
a bunch of kids were playing with those little bang snaps that you can throw on
the ground and they’ll make a loud pop, especially if you throw multiple at
This happened before MC could give any
warning to V, and out of nowhere it seemed, she just began breathing very
V thought something was wrong, or she
was sick, and almost called 911 until MC said very quietly and shakily to just
take her home
With support and concern, V guided her
back to the house and the sound of the bang snaps faded away. MC sank back
against the closed door, her breathing finally slowing down until she could
tell V what happened
V understood completely and wanted to go
back and say something to the kids, but MC assured him she was fine, so the two
spent the rest of the night doing whatever MC wanted
MC and Saeran were walking down the
street after a nice date together, about to go home
When on the sidewalk they suddenly passed
by a woman and a man who were in the middle of a pretty big fight. Neither of
them were letting the other get a word in and they just kept getting louder and
MC was starting to feel uncomfortable
with the noise volume, but she was a lot more scared of sharper sounds like
fireworks or balloons popping
As they passed by, she felt Saeran’s
body start to get more and more rigid. He wasn’t saying anything but when MC
looked over at his face, sensing a change, she noticed with a start that he was
getting teary-eyed and looked very upset
MC quickly hurried him over to a bench
that was outside of the range of the couple yelling, where she sat down beside
him and told him all about how she got scared of loud noises too, that they’re
together and they’re fine
Saeran eventually calmed down, and when
they reached home he confessed that he’s always been terrified of the sound of
yelling voices because of his parents. That night MC and Saeran stay up really
late almost until the sun rises sharing fears and comforting each other
lucillesarmy || last but the absolute furthest from least is this man. i met norman this past Saturday and i can wholeheartedly say that the two chances i had to meet him were two of the greatest moments of my life.
First i got an autograph from Norman. i waited in line for about 3 ½ hours in his line and let me tell you, it was worth every second. When it was my turn, i walked up to norman and said hi (very excited as always lol) and he said “come here cutie pie” and pulled me into a hug. my mom was right behind me and he turned to her and said “gimme a hug dammit” which made us both laugh. my mom got all teary eyed to see how happy i was. he then grabbed my hand and held it the whole time that i was at the table.
i told norman that i wanted to do something for him (which he immediately brushed off saying that i didn’t have to which was sweet) so i told him how i donated to the dystonia parkinson’s foundation (a foundation that means a lot to norman) he just looked at me in awe and said “wow, what an awesome girl you are” then the three of us talked about season 8 and how we loved carol and daryl’s friendship.
later at my photo op, i walked into the room and he saw me and said “hey sweetheart” and i asked to have a hug and he said “of course, come here” they took the picture, we said thank you and i left. that was the end of my experiences with norman for the weekend but i cannot explain how kind, gentle, and sincere this man is. he takes his time with each and every fan, values them, and makes them feel so so special. if you ever get the chance to meet this lovely human being, do it without hesitation because he will not let you down.
i cannot think of norman without having the biggest smile on my face or crying from happiness. i hope i am blessed enough to meet him again someday and until then, i have this beautiful memories that i will cherish forever. thank you @bigbaldhead ❤️ and thank you @walkrstalkrcon
You sat on the couch in the living room of your flat, grabbing for the remote as Netflix was asking if you were still watching. Yeah, you had been watching for that long. You had already finished all the seasons of your favorite show, so now you were going back through them again. It was an easy distraction from the ache of missing Conor.
Conor was currently on tour promoting his second album. It was the European leg of the world tour, and he was in Paris tonight. You missed him terribly. He tried to call and text as often as he could, but you understood that he was busy with interviews, appearances and performances.
So you distracted yourself by watching Netflix on the weekends. The weeks went by easier because you could put all of your attention to working, and stay late at the office to minimize the time you would have to be alone in the empty flat.
You finally retired to your bed and checked your phone one last time from your bed. You hadn’t heard from Conor since the night before so you sent him a quick text saying good night and that you loved him. You shut off the light and somehow managed to fall asleep with the spot next to you empty.
The next morning you woke up and went to the gym, and went shopping for some groceries. Around noon time Jack texted, asking if you had any plans for your birthday that was coming up next Saturday.
You replied that you didn’t, all your good friends were at Uni hours away from London. Jack texted back, telling you not to make plans and that he would plan something great, because after all he was the ‘Party God.’
Your week went on as usual, working mostly and texting Conor when he had time.
Friday rolled around and your parents drove up from your hometown with your younger brother and sister. You were glad to see your everyone and catch up, as your siblings filled you in about their schooling and your parents about other relatives and work. You finished off the evening with a cake that your mother had baked and coffee back at your flat.
“It sure is quiet here without Conor,” your younger brother stated. Conor and him got along very well, your brother thought anything Conor did was hilarious, as did you sister.
You gave him a sad smile at the comment and finished your piece of cake.
After your family insisted you open the presents they got you, you said your goodbyes and walked them down to the car. Your father pulled out a set of keys and the lights flashed on an white sporty convertible that was parked next to your family’s car.
“Dad, how do you have the keys to that car?” You asked.
“Because I bought it,” he replied with a smile.
“Why would you do that? You and mum already have cars?”
Your sister then interrupted, “It’s for you idiot!”
“What?” You questioned your parents.
You parents shared a look, and smiled at you, “We know that you’ve been saving for a new car so we thought this might work,” your mother explained.
Tears welled in your eyes as emotions suddenly flooded your body. Tears of sadness and happiness ran down your face as you embraced your parents. “Thank you guys so much.”
“We thought it might cheer you up a bit too,” your father said, “you shouldn’t stay locked in your flat all the time, maybe you can drive home some weekends to see us.”
You nodded your head and thanked them again. They soon got in the car and drove off.
Conor had some free time that night so you were on FaceTime with him.
“How was the show tonight?” You asked him.
“It was amazing, Y/N, the energy from the crowd is insane. They know all the words to the songs too, they sing along and I feel like I’m on top of the world,” you couldn’t help but smile as he explained everything that happened during the concert.
“How was your night? Did you parents come ‘round?” He asked.
“Yeah they did, we went out for dinner, you won’t believe it, they got me a new car too.”
“Wow, really? That’s nice, is it that one you were saving up for?”
“No, it’s some convertible, I can’t wait for you to drive me around in it all the time,” you joked. He always claimed that he was a better driver than you so you always let him drive you around.
He laughed, but his smile soon faded, “I can’t wait for that either. I miss you so much Y/N.”
The conversation shifted as you felt yourself getting teary eyed again, “I miss you too Con,” you said softly.
“Jack texted me that he’s planning some big outing for tomorrow,” Conor said, trying to change the subject.
“Yeah, apparently he’s a ‘Party God’ now,” you said putting air quotes up.
“I’m sure you’ll have fun, he is the life of the party.”
“It won’t be the same without you.”
“I know, Y/N. It’s soon now, only a few more weeks.”
It was getting late and you could see Conor’s eyes starting to shut, as the adrenaline from the concert was wearing off.
“I’ll let you go to bed Con.”
His eyes widened as if he was trying to force himself to stay awake, “just one more minute, it’s nearly your birthday babe.”
As the 60 seconds passed he cheered, then sung you a beautiful version of ‘Happy Birthday.’
“I love you so much Y/N.”
“I love you too Conor.”
And with that you said one last goodbye and exited FaceTime, missing your boyfriend more than ever as you tried to fall asleep.
You woke up to a few texts from Jack, informing you of when to be ready for the party and what the dress code was. You decided to treat yourself today, as it was your birthday. You were excited to drive the new car, and the weather was decent enough to have the top down. You went to get your nails done and your hair freshly highlighted and styled for tonight. You saw a pair of heels in a shop as you were passing by, and your dress for tonight would go perfectly with them, so you decided to splurge on them too.
You had done your makeup and slipped into a dress and heels, finally ready for Jack to arrive to pick you up. He texted that he was downstairs and you went down to meet him.
“Happy Birthday Y/N!” Jack shouted as he got out of the Uber, giving you a hug.
“Thanks Jack!” He ushered you into the Uber.
“We’re going to a restaurant first, then a nice place for drinks after, and maybe a club if you’re up for it.”
He then got out his vlogging camera and told his audience the plan as well.
The two of you soon arrived at one of your and Conor’s favorite restaurants in London, and you tried to keep a smile on your face as your thoughts were flooded with Conor.
Caspar, his girlfriend, Joe, Oli, Mikey and Josh were waiting at the table for the two of you to arrive. They all greeted you with a chorus of “Happy Birthday’s” and you went around to hug all of them. You were glad they were all here to help you celebrate.
You all had a lovely meal and were enjoying yourselfs. Jack had convinced you to take a few birthday shots, and you were feeling better with the small amount of alcohol in you.
Suddenly, the waiters came over to your table with a large cake and sparkling candles, singing Happy Birthday. As the song came to an end, Jack repeatedly told you to make a wish as you blew out the candles. Everyone cheered as you blew them out in one breath.
“Nice Y/N! What did you wish for?” Jack questioned.
“Jack, if I tell you it won’t come true,” you reminded.
“Come on, tell the vlog,” he said, pointing his camera in your face, “the people want to know.”
You smiled, giving him a look, “I wished that Conor would come home.”
“Good thing you wished for me or this would have just been awkward,” a voice came from behind you.
You whipped around in your seat to see Conor standing behind you. You leapt out of the chair and into his arms.
“I missed you so much,” you whispered to him.
“I know, I’m here now,” he said as he pulled you in for a kiss.
Hi! I hope you like this one, it’s a little shorter than what I usually post. :)
Summary: Harry takes his time for many people, however, not for his girlfriend.
This very, very lovely picture is not mine, sadly.
I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself not to let the tears gathered in my eyes spill over. He’d promised me. A hiss left my mouth at the memory of him even rolling his eyes when I’d made him give me his word a second time, as if I were being completely ridiculous for doubting him. But of course I’d been right to do so, even though it was for nothing. Because he wasn’t here. And he hadn’t been here when I would’ve needed him to be either. The dress I’d put on had long been traded for a shirt and my face washed and cleaned from any make up. After, I’d climbed into bed and nestled down, for the first time loathing how much the bed and pillows smelled of Harry. I hadn’t asked for much, either. Only to be home by seven pm and to accompany me to a dinner my friend had organized, like any other couple occasionally did. I kept wondering if he even cared for how much he disappointed me. He most likely didn’t, or else my phone wouldn’t be as empty of messages or calls from him as it was. My fingers angrily brushed at my cheeks and I gave in to the tears, allowing sobs to wreck through my body. Ugly sniffles and cries filled the room and I would’ve been embarrassed by it, if my pain and anger wouldn’t have taken up all the space for any other emotions.
All those perfect moments with Harry, where he swore his love for me and that he wished for us to never be apart, seemed to mean so little every time he let me wait up for him, with no word of where he was. How could he truly mean it when he said he wanted me always, when I was so easily pushed to the side once someone else offered their time to him.
I was too caught up in letting myself drown in my feelings so I didn’t hear him enter the house or walking up the stairs. A heavy knock on the door made me flinch and bit down on my pillow, trying and failing to quieten my sobs. Oh, please go away.
“Y/N, my love, I am so sorry.”
The mere sound of his lovely, raspy voice had another wave of tears running down my face and I shook my head. One dinner. For the first time in months, I’d asked him to do something for me, and he’d let me down. I whimpered when the door handle rattled and Harry sighed, realizing that it wouldn’t open to him.
“You locked me out of our room?”
My heart ached at the evident pain in his voice. We’d fought before and often quite loudly, but never had either of us refused to let the other sleep in the bed. No matter how angry or upset we were, the night would be spend by each other’s side, even if the touching was kept to a minimal. This made having arguments with Harry less frightening and gave them a silver lining to look forward to. But this time, I couldn’t bear to have him in bed with me.
A thumb came from the door and I could imagine him resting his forehead against the wood in exhaustion. His eyes squeezed closed and his hair a mess from pulling at the soft strands in distress. It was, after all, two am and he’d left the house at eight in the morning.
“Y/N,” Harry whined, “Don’t wanna sleep on the couch, baby. Please, don’t make me, c'mon.”
My hands fisted the bedsheets and I pulled them up to my chin.
“Go away, Harry.”
The door handle rattled again, even though he knew that it was for nothing. I wasn’t going to unlock the door no matter how big of a scene he’d start to make. Still, I hoped that he would leave me be, that he’d somehow sense how I couldn’t take an argument right now.
“You’re crying. M'not gonna go anywhere ‘til I got to make it better,” Harry’s soft voice hummed.
My arms ached to be holding my boyfriend’s body and to feel his warmth. I sighed at how much it hurt to have pain inflicted by a person you love and ironically, said person being the only one who could lessen it.
“You can’t make anything better anymore, Harry. You already missed dinner!” I called, the words strained and my voice broken from all the crying.
My vocal cords were sore and I heard Harry’s sigh through the door. A soft knock followed, so soft actually, I’d almost missed it. He knew he was in trouble.
“Y/N,” he spoke, “I’m begging you. You’re hurt and I understand, baby, but we cannot move past this if you don’t let me into this room tonight. It’ll all build up and get worse, you know I’m right.”
Yeah it would build up and get worse, I wasn’t an idiot. But seeing his face while hearing his excuses just wasn’t what could’ve changed anything to the better at the moment. I already was embarrassed and nothing he’d say would make it better. They seemed so meaningless to me now anyway and I couldn’t deal with them, not when his clear green eyes got teary, his brown hair framing his lovely face and his pink lips bitten and swollen. A sight that would always break my heart and make me open my arms to welcome him. He’d messed up and I wasn’t going to just forget about it, for the sake of saving him from feeling guilty.
I didn’t reply. Silence settled between us and I already believed he’d left when he spoke up again, or rather: he sang.
“You know the world can see us. In a way that’s different than who we are.”
My teeth pulled at my bottom lip and I rolled my eyes. Leave it to Harry for taking me not seriously. What’s new?
“S'your turn,” Harry encouraged and I shook my head. He continued: “Creating space between us 'til we’re separate hearts. But your faith it gives me strength. Strength to believe… Oh Y/N, We’re breaking free. We’re soaring, flying. My love, there’s not a star in heaven, That we can’t reach…”
My feet landed on the cold tile wooden floor as I pushed myself out of bed. I angrily unlocked the door and pulled it open, meeting Harry with tears in my eyes and surprise in his.
“If we’re trying, yeah we’re breaking free.Can you feel it building, like a wave the ocean just can’t control-”
“Shut up,” I spat.
“Wrong line, babe,” Harry commented with a grin on his lips, but it faded once he noticed the tears on my flushed cheeks.
His expression fell and lips parted. I raised my eyebrows and tilted my head.
“Not so funny anymore now, is it?”
Harry’s Adam-apple moved visibly when he swallowed hard. “Y/N, I’m sorry. Let me expla-”
He nodded and held up both hands. “Right. You’re hurt and I-”
“Do you have any idea how much you embarrassed me today?,” I asked, interrupting him once more, “How disappointed I am with you? No, of course you don’t. Because Harry Styles thinks of many people and pleases all of them, but putting his girlfriend first for once? God no.”
My voice hurt and so did my head. Both of my eyes ached with how tired I was. All in all, I had quite obviously, no nerves for his jokes.
“Y/N,” Harry began and stepped closer so he could lean in a bit. His smell took over my senses and made me feel dizzy. “You’ll understand once you let me-”
“Will I? 'Cause I doubt it, as you can’t even comprehend how serious I am with this! You come home at 2 am and start quoting some Disney song, thinking I’d easily sing along and fall into bed with you later! Forget it!”
The anger cursing through my veins kept me from getting weak knees at how soft his pink lips looked as he bit it and how his green eyes sparkled with worry and regret. I could ignore how much my body ached to have him near. Finally, Harry didn’t say anything anymore, not even when I slammed the door in his face. I’d forgive him eventually, of course I would. Harry and I loved each other more than anything. However, maybe sleeping on the couch for the first time in our one year relationship, would make him realize that he couldn’t take me for granted. And I was sure he knew it too, as he didn’t try to reopen the door again that night, even though I’d left it unlocked.
Hope you liked this! I decided that I want to start posting short One shots like this one during the week, maybe without proofreading them. Like that, I can post more and leave the long stories for the weekend.
Prompt: Sarah and Lily are filming “Coven” and Sarah just can’t keep her feelings inside anymore, so she uses a scene as an excuse to kiss Lily.
“Cut!” The director screamed as Lily stopped spinning to a Stevie Nicks’ song.
“Gosh, I love playing Misty!” The blonde smiled as she approached Sarah, who was dressed as Cordelia watching her at the backstage.
“It seems like a lot of fun!” Sarah returned the smile
“It is! But I must confess I miss having you as a scene partner… We don’t have many scenes together”
“I miss it too, lovepants” A bigger smile formed at the elder woman’s face
“Lily, we have to take another shoot” The director approached both girls
“Sure!” The blonde said excitedly as she walked away.
Sarah watched as Lily went back to the scenario, she was so excited and it made Sarah´s heart melt; The younger woman has always had this instantly happy effect over her, just having her around was enough to make Sarah smile and forget about whatever was bothering her; Except for one thing: What she actually felt towards the blonde.
Lily had to take a few more shoots of the same spinning scene, and Sarah watched them all with a silly smile, yet she felt scared; A lot of thoughts started coming to her mind, thoughts she’d usually ignore but for some reason they were stronger that day… maybe it was because she was sharing a dressing room with the friend for already a week, spending 24 hours together and she wasn’t strong enough to fight her heart anymore; She knew it’d eventually happen, but she was determined to hold it on for as long as she could; Her best friend was straight and, even if she wasn’t, what they had was just friendship, they saw each other as sisters and it was a hundred percent impossible for the younger woman to feel the same.
Sarah was immersed on her thoughts when a screaming, excited Lily came smiling;
“Saraaaah! The director said it’s time for us to film our garden scene!”
“Yeah… is it a problem?”
“No! No, not at all”
Sarah followed Lily to the garden with a burning feeling on her stomach; She could barely walk properly since she felt her whole body shivering. She had been waiting for this scene to happen for so long, she rehearsed and rehearsed it on the mirror so many times just to make sure she’d do it perfectly.
When the director screamed “Action” both started doing it as planned; Cordelia was teaching Misty how to grow the plants and use it’s spells.
Sarah felt her heart melt; Misty portrayed Lily’s personality so well, it was like actually doing these things with Lily, not Misty; As the scene went trough the elder woman got more and more carried away with her friend’s smile, she was in a mental place where she had completely forgotten about everything around her; That moment was just her and the long time lover.
Misty got a spell right and went in for a high-five, Lily got a bit shocked when Cordelia,or was it Sarah? Put her abruptly closer, but she kept into her character; Lily knew Sarah liked to add some personal stuff into the roles, they had talked about this a million times before, but this time it was… it was different, she knew it wasn’t Cordelia, but Sarah making the move.
“We make a great team” Cordelia smiled, holding Misty’s hands impossible tighter
Lily tried to pull back since she knew it was the end of the scene, but when she opened her eyes again after a single blink, she felt her lips pressed at Sarah’s; The elder woman was so sweet and so gentle, the blonde felt sparkles in her tummy; She waited for this moment for so long, her mind was fully black and she couldn’t think about anything.
“Cut! Cut!” The director screamed, forcing them to pull apart “Sarah? What the fuck?”
“I, I thought it was a good idea since Cordelia has done so many things to save Misty, maybe if we turned it into an explicit romance it mi-might work? I mean, they…”
“It’s okay” The director cut the woman “I don’t know if we’re going to use it, but next time just show your ideas before changing the role in such a different way”
“Y-yes, I’m sorry”
“You can go, lunch time”
Sarah fitted Lily who had a frighten look in her face, she knew the friend wasn’t understanding anything, to be honest, neither was she; Everything the elder woman could do was run, run as fast as she could to the bathroom while she fought against her tears; When she got there she went straight to a cabinet and locked herself in, feeling her legs weaker and weaker, she just sat on the floor and covered her face with her hands in order to stop the loud crying noise she was making.
Lily was following Sarah when Taissa stopped her, grabbing the blonde by the arm;
“Hey, is everything okay?” The girl had a concerned look in her face
“Yes, yes… why?”
“I just saw Sarah running and it seemed like she was crying…I know you’re both really close so I thought maybe you knew something? Or if I could help or anything?”
“Oh, yeah… she just got, got emotional with a scene, you know… I’m gonna go talk to her”
Lily gave Taissa a quick smile and went running to the bathroom, she knew Sarah would most likely be there; As the blonde entered the bathroom she could hear a really low noise… It broke her heart when she realized it was her friend crying.
“Lovepants” Lily said as she searched for the cabinet Sarah was in “C’mon, let’s talk…”
“No Lily… just go away” The elder woman sobbed
“I’m not going anywhere until you talk to me” The blonde found the cabinet and sat at the floor while facing it’s door
“Its lu-lunch time, you’ll get hungry”
“I don’t care, you know I’m never leaving you crying like that… It was just a scene, I know you like to add stuff and I thought it was a brilliant idea”
It hurt for Lily to say that, she wish it hasn’t been just a scene, but a thing between Sarah and Lily, not Misty and Cordelia; Although, if felt impossible to her to admit that, and for more hurt she was, she couldn’t let her friend crying like that, she had to be strong and pretend it was all fine.
“Lily, I…” Sarah felt her tears getting stronger, she tried to speak but the tears just wouldn’t let her
“Sarah open it now, I’m begging you” Lily got desperate as the noise of her best friend’s crying was getting stronger and stronger “Sarah please, I’m getting scared” The blonde felt her tears falling down, she no longer could pretend it was all fine anymore.
Sarah finally opened the door and Lily came running straight to her, giving the woman the most loving hug she’d always received.
“Wha-what’s going on? Why did you kiss me?” Lily was still on her friend’s arms
“I told you… It was just the scene” She sobbed
“So why are you crying like that?” The younger woman pulled apart and looked into Sarah’s teary eyes
“Because I thought I had, um, just messed up the shoot and then I saw you getting so frightened and I was scared of loosing your friendship…”
“Is it all?”
“What? Yes, why would I lie about that?”
“Because, you know… if it was something more I wouldn’t be sad… or scared in any way”
Lily didn’t know where it came from and in the moment she said it, she regretted it, but it had already been said and now her throat was burning, legs were weak and all she could do was wait for the answer.
“Lily” Sarah’s eyes opened wilder “Wha-what do you mean?”
The blond stared at Sarah and took a long breath, the elder woman was opening her mouth to say something when she was cut by Lily’s lips pressing hers; They both had so much love in the kiss, none of them felt it before. Pure love.
Both pulled apart just when they got out of air; Their breath was hard and they didn’t stop looking at each others’ eyes for a single second.
“Now I get what you meant” Sarah giggled “I meant it too when I kissed you before… Cordelia couldn’t love Misty as much as I love you”
An enormous smile appeared on Lily’s lips and she just couldn’t help but kiss her long time secret lover again.
Requested - “Could you do a Joe sugg/Zoe sugg imagine where joe notices how skinny his girlfriend is and how she doesn’t eat/always finds excuses not to eat so asks Zoe to speak to her. Zoe speaks to her and she admits that she might have a problem?? ❤️❤️❤️Thankyou so much”
Warnings: may be a bit sad.
You, joe and zoe grew up together and somewhere along the way you and your family left for 7 year’s and you never saw zoe or joe again.
After leaving for 7 year’s everything went horribly wrong. Your parents had got a divorce 2 year’s after you left your home town.
You decided to live with your mother and had never seen your father again after that day.
You mother then got engaged to another man 2 year’s later and he hated you.
He made you feel so useless and ashamed of your body.
when you were 20 year’s old and joe was 22 year’s old, you found each other again and you fell in love with joe as he fell in love with you.
3 years later and you although were happy to be with joe your mind never left what that horrible man had said to you
“Your so fat.” “Loose some weight” “no wonder you font have a boyfriend, your so fat”
What he said left a mark on you and you often found ways to not eat ever again after that
You and joe hadn’t been intimate for quite a while now as you felt you were still fat and didn’t want him to see that side of you.
As you got out of the shower one morning you walked into your shared room with joe and caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirrior you had in the room
Dropping the towel you stood there and looked at your pale and fragile body
Although you were way too skinny, you just couldn’t see that and in your mind you were still fat.
You were too busy picking at your skin to notice that joe was leaned against the doorframe of you room with sadness and tears in his eye’s
“Y/n….” joe said softly and quietly
Quickly turning around to see him you bent down to pick the towel up and wrap around yourself
“get out. Get out” you said frantically running to push him out and close the door
Joe banged on the door asking to come in with pain in his voice as you slid down the door and cried
Joe continued to bang a few more times before he realised that you weren’t coming out
Quickly running downstairs he ran into the kitchen and quickly grabbed his phone and dialed his sister’s number
Zoe picked up on the firat ring and could hear the deep breathes of her brother and immediately asked what was wrong onky for joe to craoak and start to cry heavily
“Please come over zoe now” joe said with heavy tears falling frantically down his face as he raced back up stairs and sat at the top of them and watched the door you were behind
“What’s wrong joe?!” Zoe frantically asked and joe could hear that she was moving around and getting her shoes on
“How could i have been so stupid not to know zoe” joe whispered in the phone
“What are you on about? Whats going on joe?” Zoe asked as joe heard a car start
“You know what, just breath and ill be there i 5 minutes” zoe said as she hung up
‘How could i have been so blind to see that she had a problem and had been starving herself?’ I thought to myself as i got ip and went to our door
Gripping the door handle i turned it onky to realise she had locked me out
I sighed and knocked
“Y/n?…baby please let me in” i said as my breath got caught
I got the response of silence and that worried me
“Y/n?…..” i asked louder this time
“Go away…” i hear a faint reply and i could tell she was sitting down leaning against the door
Sliding down the door i leaned my head back and breathed as tears began to fall again
“Please baby……i want- i want to help…..” i didn’t know what to say
Silance filled the air once again untill a knock was heard on the front door
I was lucky that my sister and her husband were in town as i walked down to open the door
“What’s going on Joseph sugg.” Zoe said as she barged in with alfie following closely behind
She was about to start having ago at me When she saw my tear stained face she stopped
With a soft frown on her face she ran and wrapped me in her arm’s
“Where’s y/n? And whats going on?” She asked softly
“She’s in our room….” i could barley speak as i just cried in my sister’s arm’s
She patted my back and held me in her arm’s as she shhh’d me calming me down like she used to when we were little
Walking us over into the living room she sat me down on the couch next to her as alfie pulled a chair up and sat in front of us
“What happened joe?” Alfie asked softly as his hand held out a tissue
“She’s been starving herself…..” i started
“How could i have been so stupid zoe….ive been with her nearly 4 years and not once did i notice anything was wrong untill a few weeks ago….”
“I just saw her…..she was so- so skinny and pale…..she looked like she was about to break if she took one more step….” i just cried as i went to get up i was pulled back down
“I don’t think you should speak to her right now joe…your not in the right headspace.” Alfie said
“Please talk to her zo….” i asled as i turned to my sister with hope
“Of course” i said to joe as i got up and whipped the few stray tears that ahd fallen from my face
“She’s locked the door…” i heard my brother craoak as alfie hugged him
“I’ve got it…” i said as i pushed myself up the stairs
Standing in front of my brother’s room i knocked on the door softly
“Y/n….its zo….please open the door….” i said softly
I heard movement against the door
“Go away…” i heard a weak reply
Sliding down so i was eye level with the handle i pulled a Bobby pin out of my hair and placed it against it and did my work
After 2 minutes i felt the door unlock and high fived myself mentally
Pushing the door open slightly i slid in through the gap i ahd created and then closed it again
My brother was right…she looked like she would break immediately if she got up from her spot on the floor
“Oh y/n….” i gasped as i bent down near her and cried
“Why?…..” i asked her as she looked at me with dull eye’s and a tear stained pale face
“I was too fat….he said i was….” i stopped and got angry
“Who? Joe?” I asled as i got up and was ready to go after my brother
“No…” i ket go of the door handle and bent back down
“Who then?…” i asked softly as i pushed some hair behind her ear
“My stepdad….” she whispered so quietly that i alsmost missed it as she started crying again
“He said i was too big….that i would never get a boyfriend and no one would like me if i didn’t loose weight…..” she cried
“That’s not true y/n and you know that…..”
I moved so i was against the door and next to her as i pulled her into a hug
“What he said is not true….i mean look you’ve been with joe for what? Nearly 4 years now…and you have alfie and i…along with jim and tanya, jack, Connor, casper and maddie, josh and oli…youve got a lot more people than you think….we dont think your fat and we never have…” i began felling her slightly shake
Getting up i pulled her up softly with me and pulled her over to her wardrobe and pulled out a top and trackpants
Turning to her i got her to drip her towel and helped her into her clothes seeing as she already had underwhere on
“Look..” i said pulling her gently so we were standing infront of the mirrior
“I have a problem…i know zo….but i can’t stop…” she whispered as she looked down
“Your all going to leave me now arnt you…” she asked and that broke my heart
“Absolutely not. Listen just because that barstad of a stepfather of yours said all those horrible thing’s….that don’t make it true…yes it is not healthy to be this skinny and it is a slight problem but that does not mean we cant fix it…and we will love you no matter what…joe…he will love you no matter what, he’s loved your for quite some time now y/n and i doubt he will leave you…even if you were black, short, asian, skinny or fat we would still love you no matter what but this state your in. Its not healthy and i will do everything in power to help you And to show you that we are here no matyer what. Your apart of the family y/n….your a sugg and your apart of the gang and we all love you…we always have….and we always will. So dont you dare say any of that again. He’s no longer your family or apart of it. We are.” By the end of that she was on the floor with me in my arm’s as we cried
I soon felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see alfie and joe with sad and teary eye’s as they looked at y/n and i
Feeling y/n move slightly i looked down at her as she got up and ran into joe’s open arm’s and cried with joe as joe wrapped her up in a warm embrace
Alfie helped me up and hugged me as i hugged him back and soon we felt fragile and small ars wrap around us
“Thank you zo…..” i turned out of alfies grip and hugged y/n tight but not too tight
“Please just remember that we are here now and we are not going anywhere at all. Tomorrow were going out and were going to help you get back on your feet again.” I said as i held her
Soon i felt two more pairs wrap around mine and y/n’s body
“All of us. We are family and we help each other no matter what.” Joe said as we all smiled at her
“Don’t forget about us!” We hear a voice say as we felt more arms wrap around us
Soon the whole gang was here and we were all wrapped up in a big hug.
“The love of a family is lifes greatest blessing”
Joe had forgot that the bbq he planned was today and forgot that he had given the boys a spare key incase you were wondering how the rest gor there 😂😊
“You have kept him alive so that he can die at the right moment?”
“Don’t be shocked, Severus. How many men and women have you watched die?”
“Lately, only those whom I could not save,”
“But this is touching, Severus. Have you grown to care for the boy, after all?”
“For him? Expecto patronum”
“After all this time?”
Dumbledore loves freely and openly, cannot shut up about the power of love, and acts like a wise and genial Grandfather to almost everyone. Snape’s a harsh, abrasive dick to most people, generally doesn’t care much about anyone’s feelings, and has a few empathy issues. But Dumbledore is the one who’s accomplished in screwing people over to take advantage of them (like sending Harry to the Dursleys, the way he used Snape), sacrifice them for the greater good, and be disturbingly cold about it. Snape isn’t.
“Don’t be shocked, Severus.” Why shouldn’t he be shocked at this revelation? Instead of saying something like “Yes, this is awful, but it must be done to defeat Voldemort”, Dumbledore is kinda trivialising it. In fairness, Dumbledore might have thought that given Snape’s overall character (cold, aloof) this was the best way to break the news to him.
“How many men and women have you watched die?” Meaning that Snape shouldn’t be shocked at Dumbledore deliberately raising another person to be killed, since he’s seen so many others die? Meaning that Snape shouldn’t be horrified at seeing people killed in general? And he’s referring specifically to the people that Snape sees killed as a Death Eater, implicitly bringing up that Snape’s a Death Eater, something to shame him.
And “Lately, only those whom I could not save”. As it happens, Snape is ashamed of being a Death Eater. He is horrified at seeing people killed. So much that he’s willing to risk his cover to try to save them, and he cares about saving them. What happens if he blew his cover, and Voldemort found out? Well, he’d be tortured both as punishment and to get information on the Order, and then killed. The Order would lose its spy, so there goes their MAIN source of intelligence as well their buffer against the Death Eaters (remember, it was Snape who worked out the DoM plot and he’s the one who sends the warnings). Basically, the Order loses one of its most critical members and a fair bit of their secrets. So Snape’s not just risking his life, but essentially the war effort by saving complete strangers who have nothing to do him, with Lily, or with the war effort.
He’s under no obligation to, he’s already risking so much by spying against a mind-reading psychopath, and his only job is spying and keeping his cover. If his Occlumency slipped, if he left tracks behind, if another Death Eater saw him or ratted him out (Bellatrix wasn’t the only one who suspected him, there were several who “carried false tales of his treachery”) or if Voldy was just feeling a tad too paranoid that day, Snape would have met an agonizing death. But he’s obviously disturbed by seeing people die and saves them if he can, putting himself (and by extension, the war effort) at an even greater risk. He probably doesn’t even think it through, he just feels compelled to do so. Dumbledore was the one who reminded Snape to “play his part” over Little Winging, and what does Snape do? Risk his cover to try to save Lupin. If Snape had been discovered as a spy then, his death would mean that he couldn’t protect the students as Headmaster, and he couldn’t deliver the message of Harry needing to die. Basically, if he had been found and killed then, Voldemort would have won since Horcrux-Harry would still be around.
The line “For him?” in response to “Have you grown to care for the boy, after all?“ is used to demonize Snape, saying that Snape never cared for Harry for his own sake. But Dumbledore is the one who cares for people on a personal level while still being able to use them and sacrifice them. Snape hardly cares for anyone personally, but he’ll risk so much to save people, and he’s horrified by how Dumbledore raised Harry to be killed. Not caring for someone personally is worlds different from caring if they die, especially since Snape’s been saving complete strangers.
Snape checked up on Sirius to make sure he wasn’t captured at the ministry. Would he ever admit to “caring” about Sirius? Ahahaha, no. He risked his cover trying to save Lupin at a time when keeping his cover was THE most important thing he could do. Would he ever admit to “caring” about Lupin? No. He brought Ron and Hermione as well back to the Hospital Wing from across the grounds in PoA (despite his head wound), saved Katie Bell’s life when she got cursed, and when he heard that a student had been taken to the Chamber he “gripped the back of a chair very hard”. He spent most of DH trying to protect the students from the Carrows whenever he could, like how he sent Neville, Ginny and Luna to Hagrid for detention (after they tried to steal the sword) to protect them from the Carrows. Would he ever admit to “caring” about Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny, Luna, Katie or any of the students? No.
Unlike Dumbledore (or most people) Snape’s extremely selective about people who he loves or personally cares about. This is partially because of his natural personality, but largely due to the way he’d been abused and bullied. That we can be reasonably sure of, the people he personally cared for (long term, at least) were Lily, Dumbledore, his mother (most likely), Narcissa, Lucius, and Draco. That’s only six people over 38 years of his life, and most of these relationships were dysfunctional on some level (and given the circumstances for each of them, that mostly isn’t his fault). That also helps explain the “Always”. Snape did truly love Lily, but it was a broken, painful love, based on the fact that she was one of the few people who showed him kindness when he’d been rejected and abandoned by almost everyone else. He clung to it because it was one of the few good things he ever had, and yes, it was unhealthy. He can’t get over Lily, and this is tied to how damaged he is because he never recovered from the way he was severely abused, neglected and bullied, with hardly any help and no support system.
Note how Dumbledore got teary eyed at the “Always”, but he didn’t comment on the “Lately, only those whom I could not save”, elaborate on asking Snape to protect the school, or even acknowledge all that much on what Snape did as a spy. I’m not entirely sure what to make of this. But earlier, Dumbledore trusted Snape to protect the students as much as he can, so he recognizes that Snape is wholly on the Order’s side, and that he’s not just doing it for Lily. The “After all this time?”, and Dumbledore’s honest surprise at Snape still loving Lily suggests that Snape and Dumbledore barely discussed Lily after she died. Dumbledore was deeply touched at Snape’s love for Lily, but all his comments on Snape spying, seeing people die, sending Harry to his death, and protecting people proceed as business as usual.
And Snape was horrified at sending Harry to his death. “I have spied for you and lied for you, put myself in mortal danger for you. Everything was supposed to be to keep Lily Potter’s son safe. Now you tell me you have been raising him like a pig for slaughter”. Now Snape knows that his commitment to Lily is rendered null and void, that he has to send Harry to his death. He does, when he gave Harry his memories. And knowing this, he still followed through on the most difficult stages in the plan, being killing Dumbledore, trying to protect the students as Headmaster (while still spying and being in complete isolation from the Order and his colleagues), likely forfeiting any chance of his own future, and dying as a Pariah. When Snape had to choose between his commitment to Lily (along with his tendency to save people despite endangering the war effort), and ridding the world of Voldemort, he chose to rid the world of Voldemort. He’d already been fighting for the greater good by spying and saving people while spying, but when the “greater good” ran contrary to his commitment to Lily, he chose the “greater good”, a painful as it was.
Unlike Dumbledore, he was sincerely and openly disgusted by what had to be done, and he didn’t treat sending Harry to his death or watching people die as coldly as Dumbledore did.
Bottom line is, Dumbledore’s a manipulative asshole who does legitimately care for a lot of people, but that doesn’t stop him from using them as pawns and he’s scarily cold about it. Snape’s an honest asshole who personally cares for very few people, but he’s far less cold than Dumbledore about seeing people die, tries to save them if he can, and he isn’t an easy utilitarian.
Edit: I made this post a while ago, and now it seems to be gaining popularity. Just to be clear, I am not saying that Dumbledore didn’t love Harry or that he didn’t care that he was sending Harry to die. Just that his lines towards Snape regarding Harry (and others) in the Prince’s Tale were surprisingly cold, which has more to do with his relationship with Snape than his love for Harry.
Happy Birthday Pocket Mirror!!!! Thanks so much to everyone who took time to play the game and support the crew over this past year!!! Every single play means so much to me, and everyone on the team as well!!! I’m gonna reminisce and get mushy under the cut, so be warned!!!
Nico had never been one to care about appearances much. He never paid attention to fashion or hair, he didn’t pay attention to makeup or figure. He always just accepted people for the way they are so why shouldn’t they do the same for him? For most people, including him, is that another person had said something to them or made a comment on how they look. In this case, it was something that was said to you about him. It was June 1st, the day that marked yours and Nico’s one year anniversary together and he was going to be a gentleman about it and give you flowers, it’s probably something he picked up from hanging around Hazel. He was only just walking up to the stables to give them to you to distract you from the overwhelming smell of horse poo when he overheard one Artemis’ huntress’ talking bad about him to you and trying to convince you to join the hunters and leave him… just like his sister did… “ I honestly don’t get why you need this boy, Y/n, you are a strong independent being of your own will. Think about it, if you become one of us you won’t have to worry about boys harassing you for anything. Boys are flawed beings, they have acne, their voice gets all squeaky, they get horrific thoughts, they’re rude. ” About around that tie Nico had heard enough of the huntress’ bad talk and decided to return to his cabin and lie in his bed. You defended all boys, of course, but it was a short while after Nico left before you got a word in. “ I appreciate the girl power talk you gave, but I’m dating a really sweet guy right now and I have a lot of friends who are guys too and I don’t like that you’re talking about people when they’re not here to defend themselves. I don’t know why you became a huntress and I don’t care how but I don’t believe in your views on life and I hope you can respect that we have different outlooks. ” I’m sure anyone could imagine that the girl was pissed off by the look she gave you before stalking off. You quickly began to finish your chores at the Stables so that you can go surprise Nico with his gift you made him in arts and crafts. The gift way actually a small necklace that had your favorite love quote on it, “ I fell in love the way you fall asleep, slowly and then all at once. ” Meanwhile Nico was in his cabin lying in his bunk with his face pressed into the dark pillow and his body encased in a sheet of black that blocked out any light emitting from the green torches that were Greek fire. He tossed and twisted the bed sheets until they were nothing more than a pile at the end of his bed. Determined to prove the huntress wrong; he hurried over to the bathroom and leaned in close to the mirror to spot any acne and sure enough there were little red bumps appearing on the hairline of his forehead. He groaned and started picking at it with his finger since he obviously had no idea what he was doing and only making the pimple and skin around it a bright red. The now festered pimple was spilling out a mixture of blood and oil, but the reason for blood being because he picked and scratched instead of the proper execution. He winced from the sensitive skin being struck so many times in order to get rid of it all, but he can’t have acne because he needs Y/n around. He wants her around. A small knock echoed loudly through the cabin and back to the bathroom where he stood; fear coursing his body as he recognized the knock on his cabin door, “ Hello? Nico are you here? Today’s a big day so get up! ” Your cheerful voice sounded close once he heard the door open and shut slowly. Nico hurriedly washed his face and scrubbed roughly at the popped pimple, desperately wishing it would go away in under a minute.
“Nico? What are you doing? ” Your voice sounded right next to him and he jumped back in surprise, hands flying to his face to cover the mark. You raised an eyebrow at him and placed your hands on his arms in effort to push them away from his face.
Instead of facing the situation; he darted past you and out through the doorway, flinging himself on the bed and tossing the covers over himself once more today.
“What the actual Hades? Why are you hiding from me?” You said while fast walking over to his bed and sitting down on it, the creaky springs squealing slightly and the mattress tilting down from the new weight. You slid your fingers through the uncovered patch of long ebony hair that stuck out wildly in an attempt to coax him to look at you. “I can’t help you if you won’t show me what’s wrong, ” you whispered quietly.
Nico sat up with teary eyes and the black blankets still wrapped around him tightly. Tear tracks followed the outline of his jaw and his dark midnight blue-black eyes were red and puffy only slightly. “I’m sorry,” his hoarse voice made a shaky apology.
You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, why is he crying? “ Nico, why are you crying? Did something happen? ” You said timidly while reaching out to wipe away the tears on his cheeks.
He stared at you with a sorrowful look of anxiety painting every crevasse of his face, but he didn’t answer. Instead of an answer he gave a whimper and a muffled sob, his hand flying up to cover his face only made it cover your hand instead. His teary eyes scaled and climbed up your body until they reached your face, the words tumbling out before he could stop them, “ Why do you love me? ”
You were taken back by his sudden question. “ What do you mean ’ why do I love you?’ how can I not love you? ”
He shook his head and let out a quiet “No” before sniffling again. “ Why do you love me, Y/n? I’m always gone, My voice goes in and out when I speak, and I have pimples all over my face! ” His quiet voice got gradually louder as he listed off reasons, which were a bit exaggerated if I do say myself.
You blinked multiple times in thought of his reasons but smiled in victory once you put a sentence or two together in your head. “ I love you so much, Nico, that when you’re gone I feel like you’re right next to me whispering sweet things in my ear just like you always do whenever you are here. I love your voice and how it squeaks and fades when you talk, it shows that you’re becoming a young man and I love how it squeaks whenever you talk excitedly about something Mrs. O'Leary did. You do nothave pimples all over your face and it just so happens that I love each and every one of them. ”
A small smile crept up on his lips at your words, “ Really? Each pimple? But they’re so unattractive! ”
You shook your head with a grin on your lips in the happiest way possible, “ I love your pimples, they remind me that you aren’t a god sent here to break teenage girls hearts. ”
He laughed lightly and leaned in to kiss your cheek, lovingly. “ Thank you, Y/n, now we can be the most beautiful couple in camp together. Screw Percabeth because (Ship name) is the new thing. ”
** IT’S DONE! Don’t hate me for being AWOL again, I’ve got 4 tests this week and I have exams coming up. I’m having to study all day and write whenever it’s possible. I’ll update as soon as I can next time, have a wonderful day, love!**