eating manners

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Saiyuki high school AU…! Because I love high school AUs. Honestly Goku’s lines came from me thinking about my love for spinach so there. I confess. I just had Goku saying it because after thinking this, I thought ‘that’s so Goku, though?’ and I needed a reason for him to say stuff like this so I made a HS AU where Ten was the English teacher because he’d probably assign something like this.

Also…if I wasn’t so sleepy I’d have added Gojyo and Banri laughing, teasing Goku or something but…alas. Maybe I’d do more of these some time! x’)

@holysea: I wanted you to see this, hahaha.

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I tend to relax more with my SD but when I’m going on fine dine with my POT I’d make sure a few things.

1. Phone off on silent
2. No eating and talking simultaneously (chew with your mouth close).
3. Take part in the dinner conversation, charm your date.
4. Eat in smaller portion (cut them in smaller pieces).
5. Eat together, wait for his meal to come before eating.
6. Always pass salt and pepper together.
7. Instead of reaching across the table for something, ask for it to be passed to you.
8. Avoid slouching and don’t place your elbows on the table while eating.
9. Never show stain from your napkin.
10. Napkin on your lap or chair when you’re using the washroom. Napkin on table means you’re done with meal.
11. Careful with lipstick stains on teeth or on your cutlery.
12. Always excuse yourself after meal to fix your lipstick and check your teeth.

PS: feel free to add-on if I missed anything.

عن أنس بن مالك رضي الله عنه، عن الرسول صلى الله عليه وسلم قال: “ إِنَّ اللَّهَ لَيَرْضَى عَنِ الْعَبْدِ أَنْ يَأْكُلَ الأَكْلَةَ فَيَحْمَدَهُ عَلَيْهَا أَوْ يَشْرَبَ الشَّرْبَةَ فَيَحْمَدَهُ عَلَيْهَا “ صحيح مسلم حديث ٢٧٣٤

Anas bin Malik (May Allah be pleased with him) reported:The Messenger of Allah (ﷺ) said, “Allah is pleased with His slave who says: ‘Al-hamdu lillah (praise be to Allah)’ when he takes a morsel of food and drinks a draught of water." Sahih Muslim 2734 a
In-book reference : Book 48, Hadith 123
USC-MSA web (English) reference : Book 35, Hadith 6592

سُنن الطعام || Sunan Eating  - (3) 

عن المقدام بن معد يكرب رضي الله عنه، عن الرسول صلى الله عليه وسلم قال: “ ما ملأ آدميٌّ وعاءً شرًّا من بطنٍ، بحسبِ ابنِ آدمَ أكلاتٍ يُقمنَ صُلبَهُ، فإن  كان لا محالةَ : فثلُث لطعامِه، وثُلُثٌ لشرابِه، وثُلُثٌ لنفَسِه “ حديث حسن صحيح الترمذي ٢٣٨٠ 

Miqdam bin Ma'dikarib said:“ I heard the Messenger of Allah (S.a.w) saying: ’The human does not fill any container that is worse than his stomach. It is sufficient for the son of Adam to eat what will support his back. If this is not possible, then a third for food, a third for drink, and third for his breath.” Hassan Sahih Jami` at-Tirmidhi 2380
In-book reference : Book 36, Hadith 77
English translation : Vol. 4, Book 10, Hadith 2380

سُنن الطعام || Sunan Eating  - (1) 

Tea Party For 9

Pairing: The Men of The Avengers x Steve Rogers Daughter Sarah Rogers

Warning: This is ridiculous and well I think I’m funny sorry if you don’t. Haha

When Sarah wants a tea party, she manages to get her way with Uncle Tony’s help. She doesn’t hear the word no when it comes to her uncles, not a single one is willing to tell her no, even if that means being forced into Dress Up attire and using their manners. As long as it stays between the nine of them only.

@chrisevansthedoritobastard @holahellohialoha  
@almightyunnie @imamotherfuckingstar-lord  
@iwillbeinmynest @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked
@goodnightwife @irepeldirt
@yourtropegirl  @bellejeunefillesansmerci 
@buckyb-avengers  @winterboobaer
@mrhowardstark @rileyloves5
@ria132love  @samanthaneedsanap
@theonlyparadox   @seargantbcky
@the-witching-hours12-3   @callamint 
@cryokinetic-cobain  @agentsinstorybrooke 

“Are you sure about this?” You sigh leaning against the wall as you watch your daughter run from her uncle Clint who was chasing her down for of course stealing one of his French fries, her little legs going as quick as they could.

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Steel and Flame III

Part One

Part Two

Here’s the third part of the Steel and Flame series. I got a little carried away, and wrote so much that there’s going to be a fourth part!! I am so happy about the positive feedback btw, thanks guys:)

III. Deprehensio

She brushed her hair with more force than necessary. She secured the hair into a high ponytail, as tight as she could. She put on her fighting gear with meticulous precision. And then, because she couldn’t help herself, she pinched her cheeks, once, twice, to give her pale skin some color- and regretted it an instant later. She had no business making herself look pretty. She had no one to impress.

One last check- everything was in order. She was ready for the day. So Nesta sat down on her bed, folded her hands in her lap, and waited.

Because it was the middle of the night.

She hadn’t slept a single second. Not after crying her eyes out like some ridiculous girl in a romance novel. Nesta, as a matter of fact, didn’t cry; that was more Elain’s thing, pretty, scattered teardrops on her cheeks, trembling lips. Feyre cried too; but with her, it was all weeping for hours and dying despair.

Nesta only cried when she was angry, not because…of other reasons. Such as a boy.

Too many thoughts were whirling in her head, too many questions and feelings, and Nesta could not deal with so many things at once. She had to sort through everything. One thought at a time. First up: Elain.

Her dear sister, who was in Velaris with the Court of Dreams, who dreamt of her mate with longing in her heart. Even when she had not even talked to him once. The two of them had just taken one look at each other and known. Elain had not questioned it- had simply accepted the mating bond, accepted the fact that she had to wait until she saw Lucien again. Even when he was their enemy. Even when he helped keeping their sister, Feyre, captive. Even when his High Lord had conspired with the King of Hybern. Elain did not question it.

So did that mean the mating bond made you blind? Was it not all some illusion, some…trick?

Yet Nesta knew, deep inside her bones, in her core, that Cassian was hers. That he was her mate and she was his. And it made so much sense- they way she seemed to know what he was thinking, the way she liked his company, loved being around him…the way he made her feel. It was the same feeling she had for Elain, and Feyre, but still a different kind…brighter, and more urgent, and more vulnerable.

Nesta had thought that after Thomas, after her father, after all the wrecking and pestering men in her life, she’d never be interested in anyone. But Cassian had made her feel all sort of things when he’d visited her in her house on the other side of the wall, back when she’d still been a human. They hadn’t even kissed; his presence alone had…awakened something in her.

Nesta stood up. Sitting still was impossible. She thought of Feyre- who had also found her mate. Nesta knew that Feyre had been clueless about the mating bond until some creature had told her. And she had directly accepted it as well- because it had been written in the stars even before Feyre’s birth that she’d be with Rhys.

Was it coincidence, that all three of them should find their mates- supposedly a rare, precious, special thing- at the same time? Could Nesta trust that?

And even if it was all true- Feyre and her Rhys had been like magnets, circling closer and closer to each other until they finally collided. Feyre had drawn those stars on the drawer, had spent her days close to the wall; some part of her had maybe always known. And it had taken one look for Elain and Lucien to find out they were mates.

But what about her and Cassian? They had spent months in each other’s presence, and half of that time she’d resented him with every fiber of her being. He’d called her a bitch, a beast, a stupid little girl. No mating bond between them. Why now?

Maybe it was because she had finally let her walls down. Because she had allowed herself to feel again. Because she did not hide from Cassian anymore. There had been that moment yesterday, when he’d put his arm around her and she’d thought that this was exactly what she wanted for the rest of her life.

Nesta buried her face in her hands. What was she going to do now? Should she tell him? Did he know? But he would have said something…maybe he didn’t want the mating bond. Should she pretend nothing had happened? She’d keep it to herself for now. Learn if Cassian knew or not. Talk to Elain.

Her heart beat faster with every minute the sunrise crept closer. And it was not sleepless unrest, but a thrill of anticipation that had her pacing her room until the morning came.

Breakfast was a loud and messy affair. Most Illyrians had been raised in the War Camps where eating manners were not exactly on top of priorities. Nesta had grown used to bottles flying through the air, wings sweeping plates to the floor and fights breaking out every now and then.

But after breakfast, those warriors proved why they were so feared throughout Prythian- why they were so important in the war against Hybern.

That was when Cassian inspected his troops.

The whole regiment stood as one on a field outside the camp- all in their fighting leathers, wings spread wide, they waited for their commander to address them.

Nesta knew that she was not required to attend. She was not Illyrian. She was not Part of Rhys’ and Feyre’s army. But there was something about watching Cassian step in front of all these brutish warriors, power radiating from him…walking up and down the lines of Illyrians and tell them about the newest developments, what was going right and wrong in their preparations for war…it was fascinating to watch him transform into this male full of authority. The pure command in his tone made her shiver sometimes.

Today was different, though. Today Nesta knew that Cassian was her mate. She was not only watching him- she could feel him through their bond. He was upset about something, she sensed that. Upset about something he’d planned for quite some time now but hadn’t managed to do. And he was tired and a little bit worn out.

There was a very unsettling realization Nesta had about this bond between them: it had not appeared just now. It had been there the whole time. She just hadn’t recognized it as such before. She had scolded herself for being so invested into what Cassian was thinking…when really, she could not have changed that. It had been the bond, the whole time.

Cassian dismissed his troops. And turned around to Nesta.

Looking at him was different, too. He still wore that mask of a brutal, heartless commander- but she saw what was right underneath that, her loving, gentle, wonderful Cassian. The bond between them buzzed at that. And the thought was in her mind before she could help it- loving Cassian could be very, very easy.

Loving Cassian was very, very easy-

And wanting him, too. Nesta had been attracted to him before, but now…this sudden need to touch him, to be with him surged through her whole body. It took everything in her to stop herself from storming over to him, grabbing him by the collar and crashing her lips against his.

Nothing on Cassian’s face showed that he might knew what she was thinking, not even when he walked over to her. No sign that he knew they were mates, no sign that he felt the bond between them as well.  

“Nesta”, he said by way of greeting. “I take that you’re better again?”

Better? Right- she’d slammed the door in his face yesterday evening. She’d forgotten about that. Finding out about the mating bond had overshadowed everything else.

“Yes”, she said, but her voice was husky and it sounded more like a crow’s caw. She cleared her throat. “Yes”, she repeated, louder this time.

Cassian stared at her.

“What?”

“Are you all right?”

“Yes?”

“Something’s different with you.” He narrowed his eyes. “I felt your stare on me all morning. And yesterday you ran away from me. Did I do something? If I did, you have to tell me, because we”-

“You did absolutely nothing”, Nesta breathed. “Really. I’m fine now.”

Cassian did not look convinced. “You better be. We’re needed at the House of Wind today. Rhys has to go over the plans one last time- the plans to get to Feyre.”

Right. Feyre. Rhys. The war. There were things more important- more urgent than their mating bond. She should really keep this hidden for now- betray nothing of her new knowledge. After the war was over, she’d talk to Cassian about it. When everything had settled down. When Feyre was back safely. Until then…she’d stay close to Cassian. She’d make sure that no one hurt him. And she’d find out whether or not…he felt something for her. If he knew about them being mates.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”, Cassian asked again. “Because you’re staring at me.”

Nesta blinked. “Oh.”

A half grin. “I mean, I know I’m irresistible…”

Some other time, Nesta would have scoffed at that arrogant statement and snapped something nasty back. Now, she couldn’t think of anything- because he was irresistible. The need to be close to him grew stronger and stronger by the second. She swallowed. Her hand was trembling. Her mate was standing in front of her, and her body demanded that she did something about that.

The teasing look in Cassian’s eyes was replaced by something else when he noticed her behavior- when his gaze dropped, for the smallest second, down to her lips. Something raw and very honest. Was she swaying toward him? Was he stepping closer to her?

“Rhys expects us in one hour”, he rasped. Forced himself to speak. “We should go. I’ll fly us there”-

Her body sang at the prospect of spending an hour in his arms. One hour, so close to her mate…

He scanned her outfit. Her body sang as that as well. “Are you ready to leave right now? I don’t want to waste any time.”

“Yes”, she said. Touch me, touch me, touch me.

“Hey.” He hooked one finger under her chin and made her look at him. “I was worried about you yesterday. If you’re not okay- please say something. Maybe I pushed you too far- I shouldn’t have made you continue training when you wanted to leave.”

Nesta closed both her hands over his wrist. “Cassian”, she said softly. “I promise. Everything is completely fine. I’m fine- there’s nothing you did wrong.”

Relief, unending relief, and a small spark of confusion washed through the bond. But nothing on his face betrayed he felt the same attraction, the same need to be close to her when he gathered her gently in his arms and surged high into the air. 

“That is out of question!”, Nesta yelled. “Elain is not going to be a bait, she is not going to put herself in danger”-

“She has agreed to it!”, Cassian answered, his voice raised. “And we need her. This is the plan.”

“I want to see her”, Nets demanded. “This is not going to happen. I want to talk to her.”

“She’ll be back in a few hours.” Mor, who was lounging in a giant arm chair, gestured to the mountain range behind them. “She’s out with Amren.”

“Right”, Nesta snorted. “Out with Amren. Always out with Amren. Is that when you make her compliant to your schemes? When you make her willing to sacrifice herself?”

Cassian looked like he wanted to grab and shake her. “She is not going to sacrifice herself, you stupid girl!”

Stupid?”

“Don’t you understand? They are mates. Lucien and Elain. When she goes into Spring Court territory, he’ll know and he’ll find her. She can talk to Feyre, gather as much information as much as possible, and then return to us!”

Nesta slapped a hand on the table on which war maps, wine glasses and letters were spread out. “That’s where you are wrong!”

Cassian crossed his arms. “Am I?”

“You usually are”, she flared. “Feyre is being held like a prisoner by that- Tamlin. Why should Lucien not do the same? You said yourself that he will want to find her- to keep her.”

“Because”, Cassian breathed, “they are mates, by the cauldron. Mates can not hurt each other. They know what the other is thinking. Lucien would never want to harm Elain. If she says she wants to leave, he’ll let her go.”

“What if Tamlin doesn’t want to let her go?” Nesta was breathing hard. “What if he decides that the Night Court is to dangerous, that Elain should stay?”

Cassian looked unimpressed. “I trust Lucien. He’ll try and do what Elain wants.”

“You’re trusting our enemy? You don’t even know him!”

“Fine!”, Cassian hissed, and suddenly he was close to her, towering above her, his mouth so near to hers. “I don’t trust Lucien, but I trust that damned mating bond. It’s the strongest thing there is. You can’t fight against it. You don’t want to.”

What madness made Nesta speak the next words, she didn’t know. “And how would you know so much about the mating bond?”

“Because I rutting know what it”-

Cassian stopped short, a sudden look of terror in his eyes. As if he had said too much. And turned around, so quickly he almost hit Nesta in the face with his wings.

Mor shot out of her seat. She was looking at Cassian, then back at Nesta. And again at Cassian. Something like understanding dawned on her face- a realization. “We should talk about this later, when Rhys is here”, she said, a little louder than necessary. “And I forgot that I needed to discuss something with Azriel. Cassian, if you want, you can come- it’s about the Hewn City, some murder”-

Cassian stormed out of the room without looking back at Nesta.

Mor let out a long sigh. “It’s very stressful for all of us”, she said. “Things are changing- our High Lady is captive in another court- Rhys is not himself. Don’t be mad at Cassian for trying to fix things.”

Nesta nodded, face set in stone- but her mind was elsewhere.

Because I rutting know what it- feels like?

Was that what Cassian had wanted to say? Because I rutting know what the mating bond feels like? The terrified look on his face, the way he had stopped short in his sentence…

“He’s always tried to fix things”, Mor continued. “Between us and our enemies- between Azriel and me. But he does it because he is so loyal and because he thinks it’s best. He wouldn’t send Elain to the Spring Court if he thought it was dangerous. He would long have stopped playing the buffer between Azriel and me if he didn’t…care about the two of us.”

Nesta nodded absentmindedly.

“He’s stopped, now”, Mor said. “Playing the buffer. He’s stopped ever since he met you.”

That ripped Nesta out of her thoughts. “What?”

But Mor had already turned away. “Elain will be back in a few hours”, she said. “You can talk to her then.”

And she left Nesta, alone, confused, mad at Cassian- and at the same time, her stupid heart beat so fast because of what he had said.

I know. I know what the mating bond feels like.

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Night fell. Waiting for Elain, Nesta wandered through the endless halls of the House of Wind. Everything was pretty here: the white marble floors, the ceilings, the art. But she found herself missing the winds of the Illyrian steppes- the wild mountains under an endless sky. Nesta had always been unhappy with her ordered, restrained life. There, she felt free. From everything.

She had known for a while now where her feet were taking her- because the bond was tugging and pushing, directing her towards her mate.

Cassian.

He was on a small balcony when she found him, opened towards Velaris. The city gleamed against the night, a thousand small fires brightening the dark. He sat on a bench, his left wing tilted forwards. It looked like he was stroking his wing- applying something to it, rather. She stepped closer.

“It’ll take months before they stop hurting”, Cassian said. He didn’t even turn around. “Months before I am- myself again.”

“You’re already yourself.” Nesta walked to over to him. “You managed to fly us both here.”

There was a smile in his voice. “Because I wanted to impress the lady in my arms.”

She stepped around the bench to face him. He was applying some sort of yellowish glibber to the part where a bruise, swollen and red, drew a long line over his wing.

“You can’t reach it”, Nesta said. “Let me.”

“No.”  

“I allowed you to take care of my arm yesterday, remember?”

“And then you ran away and refused to talk to me.”

“And who, pray tell, ran away earlier?”

“Cauldron, woman.” Cassian stopped applying the salve to look at her. “I suppose I’ll never get the last word with you.”

Nesta only raised a brow and stretched her hand out. “Give it here.”

“I’m signing my own death sentence”, Cassian grumbled and handed her the salve. “I don’t know why I put up with you.”

“Oh, hush.” She dropped a finger in the salve, handed it back to him and stepped close to his left wing. Cassian hissed when she smeared the cool glibber onto the scar.

“Does it hurt?”, she asked.

He laughed, a little desperate. “Among other things.”

“About Elain and Lucien.” Nesta couldn’t help herself. “Them being mates. They both knew…at the exact same time, didn’t they?”

Cassian went still under her hands. “Yes”, he said, softly. “It appears so.”

Some mad force inside Nesta pushed her to keep talking. “So…is it always like that? You know someone’s your mate when you look at them?”

Cassian took a deep breath. “Well, from what I’ve heard, it’s different for every…mated couple. Some take one look at each other and know. Some are so broken that they don’t recognize their mate. For some, it’s like a dawning realization- they suspect, and fall in love, and the mating bond is there one day. But at the same time, it’s always been there.”

“Hmm.” Do you know, do you know, do you know? “And…would the bond always lock in place for both simultaneously?” She wiped her finger clean on her shirt.  

Cassian laughed, a little unsure. “I suppose not- when people are broken or isolated- when they build walls around themselves- it can happen that one of them- maybe- realizes it later than the other.”

Nesta drew one finger over his wing, a soft part that had been spared from the damage. “And do you have a mate?”

Madness, that was the reason. Madness was driving her to ask this question. Had she not sworn herself that she would wait before dealing with this mess?

Cassian closed his hand over her wrist. “Why.”

She freed herself from his grasp, took a step back. “Curiosity.” She kept all emotions out of her voice, all evidence of the truth out of her features…because you’re my mate, and I am dying for you to know.

Cassian shook his head. “Liar.” He scanned her face. “Why do you want to know that, Nesta?”

“Why do you care?”, she asked.

He let out a small breath. “I’ve been asking myself that question ever since I met you.”  

“And do you have an answer?” Do you have a mate?

He stood up. He wings flared out to both sides behind him. “Why did you ask that question?”

“Answer it first, then I might tell you!”

He stepped closer and raised one hand to brush a lock of hair out of her face. His hand lingered on her cheek. “Nesta”, he breathed. “Please. Don’t toy with me. I don’t think I can survive that.”

Oh. Oh.

There.

There it was. The answer. He knew. She could hear it through the bond, bright and clear- he knew. She could feel his affection for her, his love.

He knew they were mates.

Cassian brought his left hand to her other cheek. Just looked at her. Waiting.  

To hell with it. To hell with keeping quiet. Her mate was in front of her. She wanted to shout it into the world. “Yesterday”, Nesta started, her voice breaking a little. “Something happened. When I sat next to you.”

Cassian looked so afraid while she was talking- as if she held his whole heart, his whole life in her hands and could break it just like that. She wasn’t even sure he was breathing anymore.

She swallowed. “I just relaxed. I didn’t- I didn’t think, for once. And then it happened. It was like someone had hit me in the guts- and suddenly- suddenly”- Nesta threw her hands in the air. “Cauldron, Cassian, you know what I’m going to say!”

He smiled like a gods- damned idiot. “Maybe I do, sweetheart. Maybe I want to hear you say it.”

Nesta laughed, his grin was so contagious. “You stupid Illyrian.” She put her hands over his. One inch closer, and she would kiss him.

“Say it”, Cassian laughed. They were so close to each other his nose bumped against hers and Nesta swayed forward and then they were kissing.

It was a funny thing. They had taunted and teased each other- she had driven him mad, he had made her lose her mind- they had danced around each other for so long, Nesta would have thought their first kiss was going to be dramatic, passionate, wild and urgent. The result of an argument they had been having for a long time.

But this was the exact opposite. This was happiness in itself, carelessness, slowness: both of them laughing, breaking away from each other to catch their breath, giggling like small children. Cassian kissed one corner of her mouth, then the other-

“You’re my mate, by the way”, Nesta whispered, breathless. “I meant to tell you.”

“Been waiting for that”, Cassian murmured before he kissed her again and his hand wandered to cup the back of her head. “For a rutting long time.”

Nesta broke away from him, took a deep breath. “You say it, too.”

Cassian grinned, his eyes crinkling. He had never been more beautiful. “My little Nesta.”

“Little”, she hissed, but that could not sweep the smile off her face.

He drew his thumb along her check. “My mate.”

She didn’t kiss him at that; instead, she wrapped her arms around him as tight as she could and buried her face in his chest. His wings wrapped them both up in darkness; and it was there that Nesta- for the first time in her life- felt truly happy.  

Deprehensio- the act of coming upon and catching

rachwill  asked:

I'm curious, after reading the stuff about buffering (which I believe is right on the mark) if you have any theories on why episode 12 x 11 shows Dean having a quickie with the waitress after having ridden Larry the bull? This has been niggling at me for a while and I just can't figure why it was done. I agree that the show seems to be leading up to a reveal of Dean and Cas as a romantic pairing so this choice to have him "fuck n forget" just didn't make any sense for me. Thoughts?

Hey! The beauty about 12x11 is that it was so chocablock full of glorious innuendo, that Dean’s ‘blowing off some steam’ with the waitress basically acts as a “no homo” moment here. I think that is the main reason why they added it in. Because everything else in both the text and the subtext was so freaking gay that without it its almost a bit too obvious? Ya know? And whilst I know that we all want it to be far more obvious the show isn’t actually aiming towards revealing Dean as GAY, just bisexual. He is allowed to be attracted to women and still be intimate with them whilst he is single. 

The other question we really all debated over when the episode aired was actually whether he actually slept with her at all. There is nothing said textually to suggest they had a quickie. “blowing off some steam” could literally mean a heavy make out session. If they had actually had a quickie in the middle of her busy shift then why did they arrange to meet later?

Dean and Cas are not together at this point, not romantically, not exclusive. So Dean wanting a quick fling with a waitress to get his mind off all the crap on his plate doesn’t really raise any alarm bells in my head or act as a counterargument for bi!Dean and Destiel. I get why you get irritated by Dean sleeping around, I do too, but the show has already textually confirmed that Dean himself finds one night stands unsatisfying. He only does it because he craves touch and comfort and pleasure and can’t get it elsewhere right now because he and Cas’s relationship is still at a point of high tension where neither of them believe they are good enough for the other. 

If you are asking about writer intent though, I think it was an intentional ‘no homo’ moment to add the hot waitress in. It was probably also to appeal to the GA and how they view Dean and humour. This was a lighthearted episode on the surface level (even though underneath it was actually one of the darker, more emotional episodes of season 12) and therefore they added in all the standard ‘funny Dean’ cues such as eating and bad manners whilst eating, flirting and sleeping with women, generally causing Sam to be exasperated, acting like a buffoon (but an adorable buffoon). You know the drill, its the same coping mechanisms/performance that Dean has put on since the pilot.

I don’t think that Dean sleeping with women changes anything between him and Cas at this stage, or his feelings towards Cas. If you are still in doubt, consider this. If you had a massive crush on someone that you felt was out of your league, and didn’t like you the way you liked them, what would you do about it? Mope around? sure. Bottle it all up and deny it? Probably. Put yourself back out there to find a distraction? Definitely. I certainly would. This isn’t an unusual thing for someone to do, and I therefore don’t consider it an issue. It doesn’t make Dean any less bisexual, any less in love with Cas, or any less likely to ride Larry all through the night. ;-)

All Caryl interactions in Season 7 (indirect or direct) and what it means:


Season 7 Episode 1: The Day Will Come When You Won’t Be:
Daryl, injured and hopeless, kneeling, facing potential death, thinks of mostly Carol in his potentially last moments. He could be about to die any second here and he thinks of her, mostly. He remembers the Terminus hug (5x01) and he remembers when he gave her a shoulder massage (3x01). 


Now, let’s think: Why would he remember those specific moments out of any other? Terminus reunion was probably because that was the happiest he’s been. He lost Carol out of his own control (like he has with his mom and Merle), he, perhaps, even though she was dead. He thought he would never see her again. He missed her so much. 
But then, he sees her. She FOUND him. She SAVED them. There she was, in all her precious flesh, apprehensive, wondering how they would all react. The woman he loves is alive and she found them, in a hopeless world. She found them. Happiness can exist even in that world. As hopeless as it seems, in the misery of it all, they reunited. 
And he runs to her. He hugs her so tight, lifts her off the ground. Teary eyed. So happy. Nuzzles her. Just can’t get enough of her. 
‘’ You’re here. You found me. You’re here again. I’m never going to let you out of my sight, I love you. ‘’ (he didn’t say those words specifically, but with his actions, his facial expressions, says it all.)

Why did he remember Terminus? Because of everything I stated above.

Why did he remember giving her a shoulder massage? He was bringing her comfort. He was going out of his way to do something for somebody he loves (something he’s never done for anyone else, I may add). She looks at him with a huge smile and he stops. ‘’ We should get back… ‘’ he says.
‘’ Pretty romantic. Wanna screw around? ‘’ she asks. 
He scoffs. He looks back at her almost like ‘’ wait… is she serious? ‘’ and instead, they both laugh. 

Slow burn, people. Slow burn. 
Why did he remember the shoulder massage? Because it was physical affection. It was him bringing her comfort. His memories with Carol, his happiest one’s, are ones that include physical touch. He could have remembered literally anything else. But he didn’t. He remembered memories that include him initiating, all on his own, physical touch and affection. THOSE are Daryl’s happiest moments. 

Moving on. That was Caryl interaction in Season 7 Episode 1. It was indirect, but it was there. In his last thoughts (for all he knew), he thought of Carol.

Season 7 Episode 9: Rock In The Road:

Rick: Did you find Carol?
Morgan: I did, yeah.
Daryl: Where is she? Is she okay?
Morgan looking at Daryl: Well, she was here and then she left. 
*If you notice, Daryl stops in his tracks. No movement. None. You cannot even tell he’s breathing. 
Morgan: You know, she wasn’t too happy with me following her. She wanted to get away from us. From everyone.
*Daryl starts pacing side by side*
Morgan: But when I found her, she was shot.
*Daryl stops moving again*
Morgan: Just a graze, I got her back here, they got doctors. They good. 
Daryl: *angry, grunt voice, almost snarling* Was it them? 
Morgan: It was. 
Morgan: She had crossed with some of them and one of them followed her and tried to kill her.
*Shot of Daryl’s face, who swallows as he’s told someone tried to kill Carol. He looks very angry and upset.*
Morgan, who by the way is looking straight at Daryl, almost with an apologetic look, continues on saying:
I killed him. I had to. Carol was here. She got help. *looks at Daryl*
Morgan: Now she’s gone. 
Daryl: Looks sad and destroyed, confused. 
*Shot of Rick also looking at Daryl.

Now… this scene wasn’t for nothing. This was to show how close Daryl and Carol are and how others around them, even others who don’t know them that well (Morgan) know how close they are and how important Carol is to Daryl. This scene had Daryl pacing, frozen, swallowing, angry, concerned and sad. This? It wasn’t for nothing. This was yet another indirect Caryl scene that didn’t necessarily need to be there and wouldn’t have been there had they planned on erasing Caryl.

Moving on to one of our favorite episodes (yes?)

Season 7 Episode 10: New Best Friends: 

Scene 1: Daryl brings up Carol out of nowhere. (Necessary? No.)
It starts off with…
Daryl: Hey. Where’d you go in them trucks?
*Morgan walks over*
Daryl: You went to see them, right? 
Morgan: Yeah. 
Daryl: Part of your deal?
*Morgan looks away*
Daryl: What the hell is wrong with you?
Daryl: You’re bleeding. They did that to you. You know what they are.
Morgan: I do. 
Daryl: You know…if Carol were here, she saw all that, if she knew Abraham… and Glenn… she’d be leading us right to them, ready to kill them all.
*evaluate Daryl’s voice… his voice is low. Almost angry. Snarling. Almost mocking Morgan.
*Morgan is quite obviously a bit offended*
Morgan: She would. And that’s why she left, man.
*Daryl, looking at him with anger and walks away*


This scene, was it necessary? No. What did it show? That Daryl is thinking of Carol. He knows her. He knows how badass she is and how she takes no shit. He admires her. He’s PROUD of her. He knows this woman is fierce and he has no problems randomly letting Morgan know. Out of nowhere. Because he is thinking of her.

Scene 2: Richard set up a plan to get Carol killed in the hopes to push Ezekiel to want to fight. Let’s skip that dialogue and get to what matters.

Richard: It’s just some loner he met 
Richard: Sometimes he brings food their way.
Daryl: Why don’t they live in The Kingdom?
Richard: I don’t know. She lives out there, she’ll die out there.
Daryl: … it’s a woman?
Richard: Does that matter? She’s got more balls then you and me. She’s gonna die either way.
*Notice the sounds, the music* 
Richard: When the saviors come and find their buddies dead, if they know their elbow from their asshole, they can follow an obvious spore. They are going to go to the weapons cash and into the cabin. They are going to attack this woman. 
Daryl: What’s her name?
Richard: Maybe they kill her, maybe they don’t. But it’s going to show Ezekiel what he needs to do. 
Daryl: Her name. What is it?
Richard: She’s tough. Maybe she’ll live.
Daryl: *raises his voice* Say her damn name!
Richard: … Carol. I hoped you didn’t know her. But I didn’t think you’d care. Cause you know what needs to happen.
Daryl: No.
Richard: Maybe she’ll live. Look this is how this can happen. This is how we can get rid of the saviors. This is how we all can have a future (A future for Daryl without Carol? NO. That’s what the show is saying).
Richard: She’s living out there alone just waiting to die.
Daryl: *raises voice again, walking away* NO.
Richard: If we don’t do anything, a hell of a lot more people are going to die, people who want to live.
Daryl: *immediately turns around and gets right up to Richard’s voice* 
You stay the hell away from Carol, you hear me? 

Saviors driving up, Richard still wants to go with his plan and Daryl, realizing that he’s going to do it, throws Richard to the ground, beating him up. 

After, Richard talks some more nonsense, prompting Daryl to say:
‘’ She gets hurt, she dies, she catches a fever… she gets taken out by a walker… she gets hit by lightening. Anything. Anything happens to her, I’ll kill you. ‘’

Was this scene necessary? No. This scene just showed us how much Daryl loves Carol and how she is the most important thing in the world to Daryl. That’s not for no reason. Nothing is wasted screen time. This is to remind us, after all this time, Daryl still loves Carol and will protect her by any means necessary, even if it means beating or killing someone. 

Scene 3: The Grand Reunion:

*We see Carol opening her door and is just looking annoyed. Ezekiel and his people are there. Carol says she only opened the door because they tripped her wire. Jerry gives her cobbler, she takes it and tells them to go.*

*She’s seen sitting down, picking up a romance novel called Denim Dreams, when she hears a knock on her door*

*She opens the door, ready to rip Zekeyboy a new asshole, when she loses her breath, realizing it’s Daryl* 
Who, by the way, is wearing denim and so is Carol.

Daryl is looking apprehensive. Sad. Carol is beginning to cry. She walks forward in his arms and he hugs her back with one arm (because crossbow on his arm), he sniffles and moves her arm gently to look at her. Because he needs to know. He needs to know why she left. 

Daryl: Jesus took us to The Kingdom. Morgan said you just left… I was out here. I saw you.
Daryl: *voice breaks* Why’d you go?
Carol: I had to.


This scene shows us how upset and devastated Daryl was finding out she left. 
This scene highlights to us, again, how important she is to him. How much she matters and how much he loves her. How much he doesn’t feel okay when she’s gone away.

Scene 4: 

Carol: I couldn’t lose any of them. I couldn’t lose you. 
* Daryl raises his head to look right at her*
Carol: I couldn’t kill them. I could. I would, if they hurt any of our people, anymore of them… that’s what I would do. And there wouldn’t be anything left of me after that.
Carol: The Saviors. Did they come?
Daryl: …. Yeah.
Carol: *crying* Did anyone get hurt? Is everybody okay? Did the saviors… is everybody back HOME okay?
Daryl: *hesitating* 
Carol: Daryl.
Daryl: They came. We got em all. Made a deal with the rest of them like Ezekiel. Everyone’s alright. *Carol here is starting to breathe more easy… and Daryl reassures her again… ‘’ Everyone’s alright ‘’ in such a comforting voice. 
Carol: *crying out of happiness with a huge smile*
Daryl: We gonna eat or, or I got to be a king or somethin’ to get food around here?
Carol: *laughs* softly responds ‘’ shut up ‘’.
She brings the food over and pours some in Daryl’s bowl. Looking at him. Smiling.
Daryl: Ezekiel. Is he okay?
Carol: Yeah, I think he is.
*Daryl starts eating, has wonderful table manners around Carol by the way and meanwhile, she’s smiling at him, barely taking her eyes off of him


This scene. All of this here, is important. This is Daryl lying to Carol because he loves her. Sounds weird, right? Hear me out.
This is Daryl, who just finished hearing that the woman he loves couldn’t kill anymore because she was afraid there would be nothing left of her after that. 
Daryl lies because he wants to keep her safe. Protected. Away from this war. He lies because he loves her, and like Norman said ‘’ He doesn’t want her to get hurt and fuck her up basically. ‘’. 
This is a selfless act. This was for her. Him and Team Family could benefit from having Carol fight alongside them. Hell, Daryl even brought up Carol’s badassery to Morgan. He knows she could help them win. He knows she’d be a huge benefit and asset. But he doesn’t care. 
Not at her expense. He needs her. He needs her alive and healthy. If this means potentially sacrificing everyone else’s life, so be it. They can find another way. They can find another way that doesn’t involve the woman he loves. For her.

Scene 5: 

Daryl is walking out of the house when he suddenly turns around and looks at Carol for a second. She looks awkward, putting her hands in a pocket. Daryl doesn’t want to leave. But he knows he has to. So, he walks to her and gives her a hug. She grabs his hair and he puts his face down in her shoulder. We see Carol, her face, clearly shows she doesn’t want Daryl to leave. 
She nuzzles his shoulder and breathes him in. You can hear her. This is incredibly intimate. Neither of them want to let go, but Daryl knows he has to. Every moment that he lingers is tempting him to stay more and more. He knows he has to go. So he raises his hand up her back and moves away, looking right in her eyes… ‘’ Watch out for yourself, alright? ‘’ he says, in a very quiet voice. 
He walks away, without turning around. Because he knows he can’t stay. Not yet. 
Carol, however, is about to go back inside before she turns around. She’s struggling. She wants to go after him. She wants him to stay. (Melissa McBride confirmed that Carol was obviously struggling with Daryl leaving) 
But she goes inside anyway. 
(May I add that the music, to me, was pretty romantic? I loved the sounds. So calm, gentle and loving.)

Scene 6:

Morgan confirms that Daryl is holding onto Carol. Daryl is holding onto Carol because he loves her. 

Moving along to…

Season 7 Episode 12: Say Yes: 
(This is more a parallel)
Rick says to Michonne: ‘’ I can’t lose you. We say that to the one’s we love. ‘’
Carol just got done telling Daryl that she couldn’t lose him in Episode 10. 
Because she loves Daryl. Daryl’s actions prove that he can’t lose Carol. Because he loves her.


Season 7 Episode 13: Bury Me Here:

Carol knows something wasn’t right. Why did Jesus bring the group to The Kingdom… what happened? She can’t sleep. She goes to find Morgan.

Carol: Why did Jesus bring Daryl and everyone else at The Kingdom? 
Morgan: They, um… They wanted to see if we could all start working together on things. 
*Carol getting teary eyed* The saviors are still here. They are not fighting with The Kingdom. Daryl said they beat em back at Alexandria… Is that true? That they made a deal with em? Is everyone okay? Just tell me if it’s true.
Morgan: You need to talk to Daryl about that… You wanted me to keep the whole story about you from everybody. Told me not to say where you were and I did what you asked. Daryl didn’t find you because of me. And what was said between you and him was said between you and him. I will go with you to Alexandria if you want to make the trip. If you want to talk to them. 
You shouldn’t go alone. 
You found what you wanted, right? You got away from everyone. Is it what you wanted? Or was it just too late to get away?
*Carol is crying at this point*


This scene is also important because it shows that no, Carol didn’t really want to be away from everyone. Especially not Daryl. This conversation was mostly about Daryl here and Morgan understands what’s going on. She already loved Daryl. She already loves him. It was confirmed Carol was running away from love. Carol was running away from Daryl. That’s what was happening in Season 6. 

It was also confirmed by Melissa McBride, that when Morgan does tell Carol what happened at the end of the episode, Carol was thinking of Daryl and how she’s sorry that he felt he couldn’t tell her.

And now… here we are, rolling into Episode 16 and her running away? It’s done. The ‘’ One Way ‘’ sign was pointing backwards, away from The Kingdom. She calls Alexandria her ‘’ home ‘’… but there’s someone there specifically. Daryl. 

The best is coming. Her and Morgan’s arc is officially closing. Carol is fighting alongside them. She will reunite with Team Family in Season 8. She will reunite with Daryl in Season 8. It’s been set up for us to see them have a conversation about this. Season 8 is a NEW chapter. Caryl is coming, slowly. But it’s coming. 
Also, we have a great reputation with season premieres for Caryl. ;) 

Stay strong, guys. Season 7 DID show us that Daryl loves Carol and Carol loves Daryl. 



Māori Etiquette: Food and Sharing

You always offer to share your food even if it’s an apple but if you don’t have enough food to share you simply wait until you’re alone to eat.

if a Māori person offers you food because they are eating and you are not then either take it and eat it or you kind of have to make up a big fuss about how you’ve just eaten a massive meal and are not hungry however even then every so often they may still try to offer you food until they finish. (If you are eating your own food then they probably won’t do this).

Being humble is a very important aspect of Māori culture and eating food in front of someone that isn’t eating is seen as extremely rude and kind of like showing off that you have food and they don’t. 

This is more true when the person offering has a lot of food. 

If they have a food that isn’t easily shareable like a pie or a lollie then you can so no thank you but if they have already split it to give you some then just take it and eat it.

Lastly, don’t ask to try someone else’s food unless you are friends with them. You will more likely then not be offered some but don’t ask. it makes the person with the food feel bad because they have forgotten to give you any and comes across as though you were EXPECTING them to give you some which is arrogant. Never expect, just be grateful when and if it does happen. 

This is similar to my other Polynesian brothers and sisters cultures which is pretty cool as well :) But yeah there are always going to be some people that don’t do this but in my life it’s way more common then not.

anonymous asked:

Could I get a fic for sombra, widowmaker, and mercy where they're at some kind formal event. They don't see their s/o anywhere, but when they eventually do they almost don't recognize them because of how good they look. Their usually quiet and shy s/o is acting pretty suavely and asks them for a dance? I always get super hyped when I see this blog post new stuff. Keep up the good work!

Sombra

The young hacker was always talented in people-watching. Occasionally she’d go out and check up on her “pets,” which were basically the interesting people of society she kept tabs on. Sombra found formal parties were often the best ways to get info; everyone’s obligated to be polite no matter how nosy the questions, some are liquored up to answer anything, get to know others intimately through dance…But she hated them so much. She had to sit up straight, eat with good manners, and not swear (not even in Spanish). It was nothing like home where she got to sit slouched in her computer chair eating sloppy take-out and cursing at the internet. Plus she had to go through great lengths in cosmetics so nobody would recognize her.

Not to mention the tight dresses. She didn’t understand how her “pets” were able to wear such stuffy things so often! Luckily, her s/o was with her on this mission, so maybe things would be a little more bearable. That is, if her partner would even show. They were supposed to be here half an hour ago! Sombra sat on the edge of the dance floor, watching everyone waltz around and trying to remind herself to sit up straight. Then, through the crowd of people, she spotted someone making their way through the dancers. Narrowing her eyes, she saw that it was her s/o!

They looked stunning, not at all how they looked on regular jobs. Their hair was done up all nice, a pearl necklace/watch on their wrist and a choker necklace/bowtie wrapped around their neck. Her partner smiled a little at her expression–mouth slacked a little and eyes wide. When they reached her, Sombra cleared her throat and shook her head.

“Uh, you look…You don’t look like you normally do on missions,” she said quickly.

“Does that mean I look good?” they chuckled.

“Shut up…” she smirked with a slight blush.

“Why don’t we dance?” they offered, holding out a hand, “Find your pet?”

“Let’s,” she nodded, taking their hand and letting them pull her into the dance.

Widowmaker

Amelie saw murder as artistry. But nothing could be so artful as murdering a woman at a ballet. The dramatic music, the expressive dancers, the sniper hidden in the shadows as their scope pointed at the unsuspecting target–the target who would be enjoying their last moments staring at beautiful men and women. She should have been smiling evilly to herself about the whole thing, but she couldn’t help but feel a strange sadness. She stood on the deserted catwalk over the stage, leaning against the railing and staring longingly at the ballerina in center stage.

Widow practiced some of her dance moves in her spare time, but missed performing for large crowds. Her last performance was as Odette in Swan Lake, although for previous performances, she and the Odette dancer would switch roles. She had to admit, there were times she missed being…normal.

“Amelie,” came a soft voice from the other end of the catwalk.

She perked up to see her s/o who was also her spotter. Widow hadn’t seen them all evening since they had been patrolling the crowds for their target to show up. But upon seeing them now, she realized how dressed up they were. In order to blend in, they had to dress up all formal-like in a nice dress/tux which hugged their body perfectly. Widow was in her normal Talon getup, though now she wished she had worn something nice as well.

“W…” her words died in her throat at first, surprised to see them looking so handsome, “What are you doing up here? Shouldn’t you be down zere?”

“I came to tell you the target is on their way,” they explained, “A little late, but she’ll be in her box seat in a few minutes,”

“Why not tell me over your comm?” she asked.

“Security was eyeing me up, and I didn’t want to risk anything, so I thought I’d move up here with you,”

She sighed, “Very well. As long as we still have a target,”

Going back to her sad staring, her s/o approached and asked, “Something wrong?”

Amelie was silent for a few moments, watching the star of the show tiptoe across the stage on point.

“I used to be in the ballet, you know,” she mumbled, her eyes still locked on the stage.

“I know,” they nodded.

“I miss it so…” she sighed.

The star twirled around on stage right, another girl joining her in a duet as the music picked up. It reminded her of all the friends she used to have in the ballet and all the strenuous exercises and warmups they would endure together. But Talon had told her she didn’t need that anymore, though she felt slightly entitled to be only a little nostalgic.

“We could dance with them if you want,” her s/o offered.

“How?” she grunted bluntly.

“From up here,” they shrugged, “No one will see, but…I mean, I know a few ballet moves, so…”

They trailed off awkwardly as Amelie slowly leaned back from the railing, giving them a curious look. She had always practiced solo and in private, lest another agent see and tattle. Carefully she moved into her s/o’s arms, letting them sway her about the catwalk, occasionally letting them lift her. It had been a long time since she danced a duet, and she missed the reassuring arms of someone around her. They danced until the music began to pick up, both the main star and Amelie dancing faster and faster. Suddenly, she pushed off from her lover, spinning away from them on perfect point, pulled out her rifle, and shot the target.

“Smooth as silk,” she purred, “Zat was wonderful, love. Let’s get out of here,”

Mercy

Mercy had attended many charity balls in her time. Any mention of helping the helpless and she was there, even hosting some of them herself. But this was the first time she had been to one with her s/o, and she was a little nervous for how it would go over. A lot of important people would be there, and she wanted to make a good impression…for charity of course. But her partner was just so tense and shy normally—not at all up for the fancy party scene.

Angela taught them formal ballroom dancing, and they learned it very well. But when she tried to teach them to walk with composure in a dress/suit, they’d always have a self-conscious hunch to their back. She practiced handshaking and conversation-making with them, too, but their hands felt like limp fish and they couldn’t bring up an interesting topic around strangers at all. And holding a martini glass properly was a concept they could never grasp. In the end, Mercy just told them to stay by her side for most of the night, and only to speak unless spoken to.

Now she was just waiting for them to get over their nervous breakdown in the hallway and join her in the ballroom. One of the sponsors and his friends were beginning to ask about them, and Angela wasn’t sure what excuse to make.

“Oh, well they’re just out getting some fresh air before the next dance,” she lied, “It gets a little warm in here with all the guests,”

“They’ve missed about six dances now,” one of the patrons pointed out, “They really shouldn’t miss another and we’re dying to meet them,”

“W-Well—”

“Hello! Hi! Sorry to keep you waiting!” a chipper voice rang.

Angela turned to see her partner elbow their way into the conversation, their shoulders back and a big smile on their face.

“Ah, you must be Doctor Ziegler’s suitor,” one of the patrons smiled and extended a hand.

Mercy cringed as she watched her s/o take their hand and…give it a surprisingly good shake.

“It’s nice to meet you all,” her partner nodded, “I was just getting a drink when I heard this song. It’s Angie and I’s favorite, so if you’ll excuse us,”

The sponsors all gave them a puzzled look as they hurried off to the dancefloor. Meanwhile, Angela got into the dance with her s/o, one hand on their shoulder and one in their hand.

“That was amazing!” she praised them excitedly, “You really pulled through!”

“Yeah, well I’m screaming internally,” they giggled nervously.

“So long as you don’t scream out loud,” she laughed.

–Mod Sirana

Cherry (Part 8)- wolf!jikook story

Jimin’s birthday is in a week and Jungkook doesn’t know what to get for his friend.

“Get me a good present,” Jimin says through his pancakes, spraying the food onto his plate and all over the table. If his mother wasn’t showering, she’d have scolded her son for eating without manners.

She’s gone, so they can nuzzle as much as they want!

Patting his own stack of pancakes, Jungkook dips a piece into the syrup and chews the fluffy goodness. Yesterday was their Friday sleepover and today Jungkook awoke to Jimin sniffing at his neck, hand moving the collar of his shirt to nip the spot he always likes to mark. Every morning after the sleepover they mark each other, and Jungkook feels weird if he doesn’t mark Jimin’s neck with his scent.

“Wait,” Jimin’s eyes pop open in surprise, and he suddenly shoves his nose into Jungkook’s neck. “Oh my god!”

“Don’t say that word!” Jungkook scolds, causing Jimin’s ears to immediately flatten and for him to put down his fork, leaning away from Jungkook.

“Sorry,” he says quietly, tail curling between his legs.

“That’s a bad word,” Jungkook grabs Jimin’s fork and prods the pancake against Jimin’s lips. They’re not in their usual smile but in a wobbly line. “Don’t say it again, kay?” he adds in a softer tone.

Jungkook almost barks in surprise when Jimin covers his face with his arms and starts crying. “Don’t tell mom that I said a bad word!” he hiccups, tears dripping down his doughy cheeks. Jungkook’s so surprised he doesn’t say anything in response. “She’s gonna be mad at me, and then I can’t have you over anymore!”

“I’m not gonna tell her, Jiminie.” Hugging Jimin and nuzzling his neck, he frowns when Jimin still cries, tiny body wracking with tears. Doesn’t he like it when he nuzzles his neck? Jungkook likes it, so why doesn’t he?

“Jimin,” Jungkook forces a grin, nipping his cheek and ear. “Don’t cry.”

“I can’t stop!”

Well, Jungkook’s done everything and it hasn’t helped! He doesn’t like seeing Jimin sad and wants to make him smile again. But how?

He’s seen his mom and dad kiss on the lips and that always makes them happy. They said it’s one of the “most powerful actions for showing affection.” Maybe if he does it to Jimin, he’ll stop crying.

Grabbing Jimin’s tear-streaked face and looking at his watery irises, Jungkook presses his lips against Jimin’s. His lips are so soft, like a pillow!

Instantly, Jimin’s sobs die down and they keep their lips pressed together in complete silence. Jungkook can hear Jimin’s soft breathing and the clicking of a clock.

They snap apart when a door slams inside the house, his mother leaving her room. Jimin’s wiping at his drying face, tail wagging, and Jungkook can’t stop smiling when they pull away.

“I was gonna say that you smell like me,” Jimin mumbles, the smile returning on his face. “But I wanted to mark you again and again and again ‘til you turned into a cherry!”

“Jimin, I can’t be a fruit! I’m a wolf.”

“A cherry wolf,” Jimin giggles into his side, stuffing a spoonful of pancakes into his mouth. “Red, round, and cute.”