Imagine Lavellan losing her balance when Solas tips her back for the Fade kiss. The two of them tumbling together, all elbows and knees and it’s awkward but they’re laughing because of the giddiness of the moment and kissing, still kissing, until Solas has the sense to pull away and help her to her feet.
Imagine Steve playing with getting different piercings all over, because his healing means they only last a few weeks, and having the ones he likes best re-done frequently.
Steve, Nat, Sam, Sharon, and Pepper are hanging out the first time it occurs to him. Well – the first time it’s suggested to him.
Pepper’s fiddling with a long silver bar dangling from one ear and he just can’t take his eyes off it. He doesn’t think he could wear earrings like those, specifically, but – although, maybe he could, he thinks, resting his head against the couch and considering how lovely the column of her neck is, how it’s set off by the straight silver line…
He jerks up. How tired is he, that he let his mind wander so long? How much of Thor’s mead has he had? “Hm?” he asks.
“I know we’re all admiring the hickey Pepper’s got, but you don’t have to stare,” Sharon says.
“Oh,” Steve says as Pepper throws popcorn Sharon’s direction, “I, yeah, that’s what – yeah.”
Sam narrows his eyes at him. “Hey what if we pierced your ears?” he asks.
Steve goes bright red. “I, uh?”
He manages five whole seconds pretending that’s not what he wants before he gives in. The minute Sam’s said it, he really, really wants it, so it feels like ten seconds later that he’s sitting in the bathroom, a cube of ice pressed against his earlobe, head tipped to one side as Natasha sterilizes a safety pin with her lighter.
Pepper lends him her earrings, after, and he makes it a whole six hours before they close up on him. But it’s six hours where he can’t stop turning to stare at the flash of the earrings in the darkened window, remembering the sharpbrightyellow flash of pain through his earlobe.
Hc - jungkook being all alone in the world in every sense of the word until Jimin finds him
So they’re preparing for another album. They’d asked Jungkook to write a song for the album, but after weeks of trying to write something, he couldn’t. Just, nothing was working, so he passes it on to someone else.
They’re in the recording studio now, and everyone seems to be going through their parts with relative ease, except for Kookie. He just can’t hit the right notes, the right beat. He can see Yoongi, Namjoon, and the other produces getting more agitated each time he makes a mistake, but that only makes him more anxious and nervous, causing him to mess up more. Namjoon claps a hand on his shoulder, saying that everyone has off days, and tomorrow will be better. Kookie says nothing, just nods. He usually visits Hobi and Jimin’s room with Taehyung before he goes to sleep, but that night he goes straight to his bed. He silently cries himself to sleep, folding his arms around himself.
Next is the choreography. Jimin and Hobi pick it up the fastest, of course. They start teaching everyone else, including Kookie. He can’t seem to get this one part right, and even a few days later, when everyone has it down, he’s still messing up. He gets scolded pretty severely, and clenches his fists to keep from breaking down. He’s silent for the rest of the day.
Each day he wakes up feeling worse and worse, not even wanting to get out of bed some days. The other members thinks he’s getting sick. He’s told to rest and gets a day off. He sleeps through most of the day and wakes up around noon to an empty dorm. No messages, no notes. Kookie sits on the couch in a t-shirt and sweatpants, staring at his phone, and ends up dialing his brother’s number. It rings several times before going to voicemail. He curses and calls his mother. She picks up and says she’s very happy to hear from him but she’s really busy and wonders if she could call him back later. He mumbles yes and an apology and hangs up. Silence. He doesn’t realize he’s crying until the tears drip onto his phone. He doesn’t wipe them away.
He doesn’t hear the door open, the rustling of bags as they’re set down, or the question asked of him. Just silence. Jimin walks into the common room holding a take-out bowl of soup, and almost drops it when he sees Kookie. He hurries to put it down on the table and sit beside Kookie, pulling the boy roughly into his arms. Kookie wakes from his stupor then, registers Jimin’s arms around him. It’s okay Kookie. Everything’s going to be okay. Jimin doesn’t even know what’s wrong, but he speaks with such assurance and Kookie starts to believe him. He collapses against Jimin, his chest heaving with silent sobs. Jimin stays quiet, just holding him close and petting his hair.
“You are a magician; you work magic. I am not among the naive who disbelieve in true power and I would have a piece of art by you, an exegesis of magic. A grimoire, if you will, like unto sheet music. I can pay well.”
“I don’t doubt that, but magic doesn’t work like that.”
“Doesn’t or won’t?” I snap.
“But you are the wandering magician. There are stories about you!”
“There are stories about everyone, if you know how to listen.”
“I know you. I commission jaysome!”
This time the magician doesn’t pause. I have the impression few things pause him. He just blinks, looking bemused. “Jaysome most definitely cannot be commissioned. Mostly because it’s always free, and more than you’d ever want.”
“I am not here for words games. I demand jaysome.”
The magician shakes his head. “Knowledge, yes.You have that; you’ve bought it. But you don’t have near enough wisdom. But if jaysome is what you want to commission, then jaysome is what you will receive.”
I have never backed down. Not in a boardroom, never in a courtroom, but something in his smile almost puts me back a step before he turns and walks away.
I can’t believe that today is literally the first time in almost a month I have time to waste on tumblr without worrying about exams or work stuff or general craziness and I find out ???? that Fantastic Beasts is online in HD??? and suddenly I have a New Purpose In Life
I’m just going to throw this out there but if anyone in the fandom makes you choose “them or me” and suggests you’re a terrible person for wanting to follow or befriend someone they personally don’t like, that’s manipulation and you don’t deserve that from friends much less someone you follow on tumblr.
You choose who you follow and who you’re friends with and what you love, and if anyone tries to make you feel shitty about that, don’t let them.