Reaction to You Getting Sick Because You’re on a Diet. . .
!! WARNING !! THIS INDICATES THEMES OF DIETING AND UNHEALTHY EATING HABITS, SO PLEASE DO NOT READ FURTHER IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH TOPICS SUCH AS THESE. SENDING LOVE, PROTECTION AND HAPPINESS
Anonymous said: Hello~~ can you do exo reactions when their s/o getting sick because she is on diet? Thank you so much!!!
Reaction to You Getting Sick Because You’re on a Diet…
A/N thank you so much for requesting sweet Anon!
Kai Eonni ~
Honestly, he wouldn’t say much at first. Suho wouldn’t want to come off as overbearing or getting in your business. He would subtly ask if you were sure you’re finished eating when you say you’re done, but you’ve barely eaten half of the food on your plate. He would progressively get more and more open about his worries when he sees you losing weight – fast. However, when you get sick that’s when he’s done holding his tongue about his thoughts on you dieting. He’d sit you down and express his concerns and opinions about your diet. He’d ask you to please stop hurting yourself like this, there are other ways to lose weight in a healthy and kind way towards your body. Suho might even guilt trip you if it seemed like you weren’t going to change your ways by saying something about how it’s affecting his health by worrying about you this much. He’d do anything to keep you healthy and cared for, even if its slightly manipulative. After the talk, he’d keep an eye on you while eating to make sure you’re eating the amount you both had agreed on.
He’s not having it. You’re important to him, you’re beautiful and to him you’re perfect the way you are. He’d allow you to have a small diet at first, wanting to support you in your decisions even if he may not fully agree with them. However, the moment he sees that you aren’t even eating a third of the food on your plate and you’re losing weight unnaturally fast he’s giving you hell about it. He’ll get into fights with you about how unhealthy this is. However while he’s pissed at you for doing something so stupid, he’d be caring for you like the loving bear he is, supporting you when it’s time to eat, staying at the table and talking casually with you while you finish your food. He’d explain in a mature way the affects dieting like this could have on you, him and your relationship. He’d always remind you to eat when he’s not around and when he gets back he asks what you ate and how much. You got this boy worried, so he’s going to follow up when he’s not around to witness you eating.
(i’mma just put this here cause i can and not cause it has any relevance to what i just wrote // SEXYSOO)
He’d actually be really mature in a situation such as this. He knows how unhealthy this is for you, and so from the beginning he’d be a little hesitant to allow you to diet. Chanyeol also just wouldn’t see why you’d think you need to, you’re perfect?? Once he notices you losing strength, getting too skinny and seeming to be getting more colds than you have before he’s putting his foot down and telling you you need to start eating more. You’re withering away and he’s not about to sit by and let that happen. Then out comes the strict boyfriend; you’re not leaving the table until all your food is gone, he’s calling you whenever he’s not there for breakfast, lunch or dinner and will ask what you’re making yourself to eat and will make you promise him to eat it all. He’d make sure that he tells you everyday how beautiful you are – just the way you are. Even at the most random of moments when ya’ll are just brushing your teeth.
From the beginning he’ll ask you if you’re really sure you want to do the diet. Has he said something that makes you second guess yourself, or have you seen something that makes you want to c xiumin would never keep you from doing something that could potentially make you happy. You getting hurt or sick would be the only reason he would stop you, and in this case, you did get sick, so he’s stepping in now. He’d ask you to stop whatever you’re doing and just mentally take a step back and see what’s happening to you right now. Instead of getting the outcome you wanted, which in the great scheme of things is beauty, you’re getting sick and weak and that’s not good for you. He’d tell you the only thing he wants is for you to be healthy, strong and happy, that way you two can be together for many more years, but if you go and get sick then you guys wont have those many years to look forward to. So please, for him – if not for you, stop hurting yourself like this so you two can spend many more years together side-by-side.
It would take him a while to put two-and-two together. But once he realizes that you’ve gotten sick because of the diet he’s begging you to stop the diet. Now that he knows the cause of you getting sick, he’s panicking and worried whenever he’s not with you. Until you promise that you will no longer continue the diet he’s just not the same sweet Yixing you know. He’s more affectionate, but in a way that seems melancholy and it brings an ache to your heart. He’s more cheerful, but in a way that seems desperate to put a smile on your face. If you are decent person with an actual feeling heart to protect Yixing you would stop your diet and promise him that you are no longer and will never again do the diet. Immediately he’d return to the genuine smiles and loving hugs that you adore. He may be a little dense at times, but he cares for you deeply and the last thing he would ever think about when you’re with him is your outside appearance, he loves you for you and that’s it.
He’d be blunt with you. Like, what’re you doing? If you want to be ‘fit’ then the last thing you should be doing is starving yourself to the point you get unhealthy and sick. You don’t look good when you’re sick and you wont feel good about yourself, so like, why do it? He cares about you, treasures you and wants you to be who you are with him, and because of that he’s going to give you harsh love. When he met you, he fell for who you are, and not who society wants you to be and he doesn’t want you to change. If you’re insecure, he’s gunna make it his mission to boost your self-esteem in a matter of weeks.
He’d respond with understanding, he get it, but wouldn’t in anyway support it, especially if you’re getting sick. He’d be sweet and gentle with trying to get you to eat healthy again, all while boosting your self-esteem in the process. He’d sit with you during meals until your plate is empty, rewarding you with passionate kisses. If he couldn’t be there for meals, then he’d call you and talk to you while you eat, making every meal for you enjoyable so you would no longer dread eating.
(i mean,,,,,,how could you not want to eat when he makes eating look so seductive,tell me that)
He’d proceed by dealing with this situation in a joking manner. This would be something that Baekhyun doesn’t have much experience with, and therefore is uncomfortable. In response to being uncomfortable he brings out his more childish mannerisms in defense. Though he would try his damn hardest to be as helpful and supportive in anyway he can. He’d be honest with you, telling you he doesn’t like what you’re doing to yourself, but doesn’t know how to help you. Hopefully this would get through to you and you two can work together to help yourself and nurse yourself back to top condition. He’d be the most supportive out of the boys, being honest with how inexperienced he is in this situation, but being so genuine with how he wants help you and be there for you. He’d be so eager to always be there for you, feeling bad that he doesn’t know how to help, and so because of this, he’d jump at the first sight of you needing or you asking for his help.
This would be a process. At first he wouldn’t get involved and let you do what you need to do, but slowly as he starts to see your health decline he’s speaking up a little about what he’s seeing, mentioning how skinny you’ve gotten, how you’re getting sick more often than you have before and how you seem to be getting weaker. This would all be out of concern, however, if you continue to diet, then he’s going to get more aggravated and annoyed, only because you’re not caring for yourself anymore, and that upsets him on so many levels. This would most likely lead to a fight, and eventually turn emotional as his fears and concerns for you surface. He’d ask you to stop doing this to yourself and would come to some sort of compromise with you.
He wouldn’t support the diet in the first place. Health is such a big deal to him and eating a balanced meal as well. So to see you dieting would just confuse him, he already thought you were perfect, so in general he just wouldn’t understand this and would refuse to hear your reasoning, thinking it’s irrational and just plain stupid. He’d throw some remarks at you for doing this to yourself, unsure how to express his concern in any other way. Though eventually he would break and would come to you expressing his concerns in an angry way, but either way, getting his message that he doesn’t want you to do this and is worried for you. He’d try to come to some sort of compromise with you, though that wouldn’t be enough for him, but he’ll have to get what he can take for now.
Again, he would be another that doesn’t have experience in this and therefore feels a little awkward about it. Though he would approach this situation differently from Baekhyun. He’d be blunt about his views and opinions on what you’re doing to yourself, somewhat like Chen, but not as extreme. He’s inexperienced and therefore feels like he shouldn’t say much about, but he cares for you, and therefore speaks up about his worries. He’d be like Kai in the way that he would always make sure that you have eaten or is there with you when you eat. He’d be tough with making sure that you eat, not letting you leave the table and declining hugs, kisses and other forms of affection until you finish your food. Though he doesn’t like to express his emotions much, he can only control his emotions and worries so much when it comes to you.
He’d be another that approaches you in a mature way. You’re sick because of dieting, and he would point that out to you and how it’s the complete opposite of what you wanted from dieting. If you want to lose weight he would be willing to help you in other ways. But he wouldn’t allow you to continue this, and he would be stern about it. He cares about you and because of that he would give you tough love. But he would never forget to remind you how much he loves you for who you are everyday.
Length: 3.2K (This is the start of a series, there will be seven parts)
Summary: In which Lee Minhyuk is a fuckboi and he is so not your type.
A warm breeze drifts into your apartment as you push open the window, the last warm rays of sunlight filtering into the room. Your hands rest on the windowsill as you stick your head out halfway, inhaling sharply.
“Why do you always act like that’s the last breath of fresh air you’re ever going to get?”
Spring has sprung! What a time to be alive! Magnolias and cherry blossoms everywhere flowers everywhere warm weather I love Toronto so much. Today was a pecan-tart-look-at-flowers-long-walks kind of day because I have my last exam tomorrow and I got out of the lab early!
I’m *officially* starting my lab project once I get back to Toronto mid-May and I’m basically living at the lab to get ready for it and learn everything I can. My supervisor left for vacation this week and left me ten cell lines to maintain, so my mornings have been kind of crazy. Also, Toronto friends, let’s meet up and look at flowers together because I’ll be here all summer!
Edit: On a side-note, my glass panel is so empty now that exams are basically over and I don’t need ten sheets of organic chem mechanisms reminding me to study anymore ;;
Kate is that mum who turns up to the school gates in a perfectly prepared ensemble with freshly washed hair. Her children always say please and thank you. She bakes pies and always has flowers in a vase and a full fruit bowl. Basically the exact opposite of how I would be as a mother
A/N: Something quick I whipped up because my brain is too tired to write any series. Enjoy :D
The first time Bucky picks you, you’re
sitting at your dining room table, biology book opened as you try to draw a
diagram of a plant cell. You have a half-eaten sandwich sitting on your plate
beside the book and you take a bit, absently chewing as you frown at your
paper. The proportions are all wrong and these are just notes, they shouldn’t be
something you worry about, but here you are, erasing the cell wall for the
fifth time and trying to be accurate this time around.
Being in honors classes, you’re
pressured to do your best and graduate top of your eighth-grade class. Your
parents beam with pride when they tell their friends that you’re doing so well
in school, and you want to keep them looking that way for as long as you can.
There’s a knock to your door and
your mom calls out your name. “Bucky’s here!” she says.
I want to start seeing non-aesthetic-y pictures of practice rooms. don’t show me your sleek black music stand in front of the city skyline you can see through your window. don’t show me the impossible concerto you’re working on and your cup of steaming chai tea. take a picture of your crappy wire stand in the bathroom (because of the good acoustics) and an easy c major scale and a bag of half-eaten doritos on the floor. show me the truth
1. The polish journalist, who was given broccoli by Harry, talked about the interview recently and I haven't seen it anywhere yet, so I thought I would share the translation! "I was very impressed with Harry. He acted like a true gentleman and was incredibly nice. I admire him for kind of distancing himself from all of the things that are happening around him without letting anyone down. He's just really nice and funny"
2. “When he looks at you, he seems super interested in what you’re saying. He looks at people in a very specific way. He would look at me the whole time and sometimes it was so intense I just couldn’t keep that eye contact with him anymore. I think I even stuttered once when he looked at me cause I didn’t know what was going on, but then he smiled, winked at me and we made it!”
3.“Me and the other journalist where sitting in our chairs already, and Harry was eating lunch somewhere. At some point he yelled, ‘Hey, anybody wants some broccoli?’ Everybody said, ‘No, thank you’, which is what every normal person would do. But, of course, I had to be like, yeah, I want your broccoli. So I said I wanted it and was sure it was a joke and a minute later I learned it wasn’t”
4. He came up to me gave me a hug, asked me about my name, how I was, where I came from and then he just stood in front of me. I had no idea what he wanted, it was very awkward. That’s when I noticed Harry was holding a plate with his half eaten lunch on it. I think none of us knew what to do next so he said he brought me some food. I told him I thought it was just a joke. He said that I need to take some of his broccoli. There were no forks or anything, but he insisted, so I ate the broccoli.“
First of all, thank you loads for this. It’s really lovely of you to share this, and I certainly haven’t seen it around so far!
Second of all, this is… there’s something so… I don’t know if I have words for what this is. It’s so *casual* and it matches *every* perception of him so well that it’s… wow. He is who he is, through and through. Good for him.
• pairing: park jimin x
reader | feat. kim namjoon • genre/warnings: smut, voyeurism
sort-of, auralism? masturbation, teasing, switch themes • words: 8,844 → summary: you’ve been
good friends with your roommate Jimin for a while, occasionally flirting with
each other, especially when you’ve had a drink, but nothing has ever happened
between the two of you…until that is, he secretly listens to you and Namjoon
have sex one day…He thinks you don’t know, but he’s wrong… • note. based on a request.
↳he was the cliché bad boy. he was the guy you couldn’t stand. he was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. he was a brat. you had never liked him one bit, but you had also never gotten involved with anything concerning him. until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
A/N: I hope ya’ll have fun reading this. hopefully it quenches some thirst- what? fucken not today teaser got me shook as fuck, I screamed out loud! and thank you so much for all the sweet messages <3 sry for taking so long
So I was going through our bookshelf yesterday, because we’re fast approaching the point where we need a clear-out, and I came across one of my all-time favourite creations ever, probably even beating shit like the wheel and penicillin. Years back, before leaving The Man to pursue his dreams of being a sort of professional clown-thing, my husband used to be a translator for Neath Port Talbot Council; as is often the way with Welsh councils, though, owing to a lack of money and also everywhere is really close to each other (this country is 150 miles wide at its widest point, and about 47 miles at the thin bit. Ver ver small), NPT Council’s translating department was shared by Swansea Council. Thus it was that, in the halcyon days of circa 2009, the two decided to team up and produce a new Welsh language book for learners between them, and thus it got sent through to Steffan to proof read it.
A Thing You May Not Know: Welsh is one of ten indigenous languages to Britain, arguably the oldest, and has been viciously oppressed over the last millennium and a half as part of England’s big If You Destroy Their Culture They’ll Be Glad To Be Ruled By You policy. These days, it’s nonetheless still spoken by approximately a fifth of the Welsh population; a hell of a feat, considering, but the suppression of it continues to this day (just in cleverer, sneakier ways now than whipping people’s children if they’re heard.) But it is classified as Endangered. Thanks to Welsh-language schools now being a thing (though supply is much lower than demand), transmission rates to the younger generation are pretty good; but, Welsh is peculiarly dependent on adult learners.
This means that learner books might have to appeal to both children and adults while using very simple language, which I explain in case it in some way justifies the bewildering weirdness of what I’m about to show you; because at first glance, this book is simply for children. But it’s… Well.
I present to you, with translations in bold and commentary by me, Y Babi Sinsir.
Literally, “the Ginger Baby”, but they mean ‘ginger’ as in ‘gingerbread’. Literal ginger. Not the colour.
This is Mr Jones. This is Mrs Jones.
What’s wrong, Mrs Jones? I want a baby.
Note: there will be some confusion in this book about whether the narrator is speaking, or anyone else. It might seem cut and dried here, but there are no speech marks around “Dw i eisiau babi”, whereas later speech marks are used, and also in two pages’ time the narrator will actively pass a value judgement using first person, so… Well.
But, so far so good.
Mrs Jones is making a Babi Sinsir.
… okay, so I like this page because of the capitalisation of Babi Sinsir and the lack of definite article. She’s just making a Babi Sinsir. You know, a Babi Sinsir? Magical baby made of gingerbread that you make if you can’t conceive but can’t afford IVF? Yeah. A Babi Sinsir. That’s right.
Let it be known that this is Not A Thing in Welsh folklore or mythology. What the fuck. How does this work. Where does the magic come from? Do you need a faerie ingredient? Will the next page tell us?
This is the Babi Sinsir. I like the Babi Sinsir.
But it is apparently shit-capable and needs a nappy. It’s good that the narrator likes it anyway.
The Babi Sinsir is bad. He’s running.
“Come back, Babi Sinsir.”
Look how Worried the Joneses are. Funny how they don’t seem to be calling that enthusiastically, though. I’d have expected an exclamation mark at least. Did Mrs Jones always have a massive left arm? I can’t remember.
“Run, run, catch me. I’m the Babi Sinsir.”
Yeah, okay, so that’s the Welsh for “Run! Run! As fast as you can! You can’t catch me, I’m the gingerbread man!”, but once again, I’m going to have to draw attention to the lack of expressive punctuation here. It really feels like this naughty Babi Sinsir’s heart is just not in this.
“Come and help, Mr Horse.” “Run, run, catch me. I’m the Babi Sinsir.”
Cool, look, a floating horse has come to help.
The pen there, incidentally, was an attempt by the translators to work out who was talking. I can’t imagine why. This dialogue is on fire, everyone can tell.
“Come and help, Mrs Cow.” “Run, run, catch me. I’m the Babi Sinsir.”
Now they have been joined in their high-speed zombie shuffle by a married floating cow who is, if I’m not much mistaken, high as shit.
“Come and help, Mr Goat.”“Run, run, catch me. I’m the Babi Sinsir.”
I’m starting to suspect the artist only knew how to draw the legs on animals in one way.
“Come and help, Mr Dog.”“Run, run, Catch me. I’m the Babi Sinsir.”
Yes, that dog is definitely here to ‘help’. Also… the Babi Sinsir is literally within reach of Mrs Jones’ massive left arm now. Why is she not just picking him up?
“Come and help, Miss Cat.” “Run, run, Catch me. I’m the Babi Sinsir.”
You may be wondering at this point if this is just… the whole book. An ever-increasing flock of floating zombie creatures shuffling after a naughty gingerbread baby in a nappy who is committing the cardinal sin of running. I mean… where can they go from here, amirite? A sheep? A squirrel? A chicken? We can hit a hundred pages this way, easy. The concern is the artist, whom I think was stretched a bit beyond their means on this project anyway.
BUT WORRY NOT! Shit’s about to go down, guys.
Oh no! Here comes Mr Wolf. Mr Wolf runs and catches the Babi Sinsir.
THAT IS A FOX
THAT IS A GODDAMN FOX YOU HEATHEN FUCK
WHAT THE FUCK
AND WHY THE FUCK IS IT WEARING CLOTHES WHEN NONE OF THE OTHER ANIMALS WERE
WHY IS IT DRESSED IN DUNGAREES LIKE A LAZY FARMHAND ON AN AMERICAN RANCH IN THE 1800S
This doesn’t bode well for the -
Half of the Babi Sinsir is left.
Quarter of the Babi Sinsir is left.
WHY DOES IT STILL LOOK SAD AND HORRIFIED WHY IS IT STILL ALIVE OH MY GOD
The Babi Sinsir has gone! There’s tasty.
I realise this is not the main point to make here, but two pages ago it had eaten half of that nappy, and now it’s whole again and delicately discarded to one side, I just want
It’s okay, right? This happens in fairytales? Little Red Riding Hood? Someone will eviscerate the fox and out will come the Babi Sinsir…’s pieces, and they can be baked back together…?
No one cares!
Mrs Jones is making another Babi Sinsir.
The new Babi Sinsir loves Mrs Jones.
…okay, so there’s a lot for us all to take in right now, and we’re all going to get through it at different speeds. But I’m just going to draw attention to the fact that Mr Jones is now merely depicted as a picture on the wall, and the new Babi Sinsir apparently only loves Mrs Jones, and…
Okay so they just lost their beloved baby gingerbread son because he got eaten alive by a fox in dungarees calling itself a wolf, right? Mrs Jones apparently couldn’t give less of a fuck if she tried, as long as she has some flour and ginger left over to make another. This one she made to love her.
Mr Jones, I presume, had a total mental breakdown and drank himself to death. At the very least, he’s left her, look. All she has left is the photo.
But does dim ots! Mae’r Babi Sinsir newydd yn caru Mrs Jones.
And that is the story of Y Babi Sinsir, aka the greatest work of literature ever written.
“vegan?” you ask, wrinkling your nose in disgust. “so you only eat, like, leaves?” i turn around with a gigantic tree in my mouth and nod. you realize i’ve already eaten half a national park. you are screaming.
Yay im adding 13rw to my list of imagine… things anyways
I hope this is good because I legit love jeff but tony is my fav… and HE DESERVED BETTER and this takes place before Hannah and Jeff…. *cries*
Most of the time, you were the one in the relationship to get extremely mad. Sometimes your boyfriend Jeff was too nice for you, too calm for everything and that made you angry sometimes. Especially when you wanted him to yell and let his true feelings out. You could see veins throbbing in his muscular body when you two fought and it made you worried that one day he would explode. You wanted Jeff to get mad at you because it worried you if he didn’t.
And one day you had enough. You two (more like just you) had been fighting over the fact that Jeff seemed to be spending more time with Clay and his other friends more than he had been with you, and all Jeff could do was sigh and tell you he was sorry.
“Y/N, baby I’m sorry. Clay’s been hanging out with Hannah and I know he likes her and I just want him to be happy. He hasn’t liked someone this much since kinder.” Jeff said as he watched you pace in the library, where Clay had just left from after helping him with his paper.
There he was, giving valid excuses. Excuses that you actually thought were cute and didn’t want to stop, but you were so angry that he just didn’t tell you off. You would have liked it better. You hated that you were the bad guy in the relationship.
“Come on, baby.” Jeff said, getting up from his seat and wrapping his arms around you from behind. He rested his chin on your shoulder as you stared ahead. “I’m sorry. I’ll take you to the movies tonight if you want? I’ll skip one practice just for you. The new Ouija movie came out yesterday and I know you want to see it.”
You felt the heat bubble under your skin as you thought of his kindness, and when you didn’t answer Jeff placed a kiss on your temple. “You know I would spend more time with you if I could, Y/N. Please…”
“Jeff, stop!” You said sharply, pulling away. He looked at you while his jaw tightened. You could tell he was angry that you were still angry. You knew he hated that he was being honest and you were still being a bitch, and you hated yourself for walking away too.
You ran out of the library, running at the back of Clay’s retreating backside, calling out his name. “Clay, wait up!”
Clay turned around with his eyebrows furrowed, his mouth open slightly. “Hey, Y/N… weren’t you just fighting with Jeff?”
“Jensen when you witness someone get into a fight you don’t ask questions three seconds later.” You sighed, before laughing at his expression.
“Right.” He said, nodding and then continuing to walk. You walked with him, only glancing back slightly to see that Jeff was standing at the door of the library with his arms crossed.
You turned away quickly. “You want to go to Rosie’s with me? My treat.” You asked Clay, fixing your shirt.
“Uh, well,” Clay looked back as well but you stayed looking ahead. “I have work at seven so…”
“It doesn’t take that long to eat a meal, Jensen. Come on.” You hooked your elbow with his and put on a fake smile, beginning to tease him about Hannah, who just so happened to be one of your new friends.
It had been a few days since your fight with Jeff, and since then you had been ignoring him to your greatest extent. You wanted him to confront you, to tell you you were being a bitch, which three people had told you so far. You wanted Jeff to act normal. But yet despite the severe case of bitchiness you were showing him, Jeff still went out of his way to send you goodnight, goodmorning, and just in general cute texts. He kept apologizing, but that’s not what you wanted. You wanted him to be a human and get angry and yell, sometimes his perfect collect and physique got you. Sometimes it made you feel insecure because you weren’t like Jeff and you felt like you didn’t deserve him. Jeff deserved better.
But on this particular day, after three consecutive days that you had been ignoring Jeff, you guessed it got too much for him. It was after a baseball game, and the minute that the game had ended and Jeff had won the game for the team you shot out of your seat like the rest of the crowd, yelling loudly.
You threw your half eaten hot dog to the ground and ran off of the bleachers as the baseball team was walking to the locker rooms. Bryce Walker, a friend of Jeff’s, was walking right in front of your smiling boyfriend, both of them covered in red dirt and giving high fives away like candy.
“Bryce!” You yelled out, catching the attention of both men. This was your last try at getting Jeff mad. At giving him a chance to explode on you. At being a little less perfect.
“Y/N?” Bryce said with a little confusion and a lot of excitement. He held out his arms hesitantly and you shrugged before giving him a giant hug, laughing loudly.
“Good game, Bryce! You did good out there.” Your eyes went wide when his hands lingered too low on your waist, instantly pushing him a little with laughter. “Any plans for celebration? I’ve got weed.”
Bryce raised his eyebrows and grinned, twisting his bat in his hands. “Wow, didn’t know you smoked, Y/N! Well me and the guys are getting together for a little fun stuff. The hot tub will definitely be put to good use. Any chance you wanna share the stuff?”
You could see Jeff out of the corner of your eye, his neck and temple throbbing with veins. He was getting angry. You still ignored him.
“Hell yeah, I’ve got a new two piece I have to show off.” You winked cheekily and Bryce coughed loudly.
“Of course your boyfriend would be coming too.” He said while glancing at Jeff.
It all happened in a flash, one second you were walking next to Bryce and the next there was the clatter of a bat and you were swept off of your feet and thrown over someone’s back. It was Jeff and he was completely ditching his route to the locker rooms and was carrying you the direction of the parking lot, which was slowly clearing out.
“We still on?” Bryce called out.
You nodded while struggling in Jeff’s tight grip. Jesus, you had a good view of his ass and muscular arms. “Fuck,” You cursed. “Jeff, ease up a bit on the grip, I bruise easily.”
Jeff said nothing but obliged to your request, his breathing hard and fast. Honestly, you were scared a little bit. You knew this is what you had wanted, but you didn’t exactly know what was in store for you. Was he going to break up with you? Murder you and throw your body in a ditch. Angry Jeff was unpredictable because he hardly ever existed.
When you two arrived at his car he set you down a little roughly, throwing his baseball cap off of his head and running his fingers through his hair. “What did I do?” He asked softly despite his rough demeanor.
You thought you had heard wrong. “What?”
“WHAT DID I DO?” Jeff yelled loudly, his face going red. “WHAT DID I DO TO MAKE YOU SO COLD TOWARDS ME! I LOVE YOU, BUT Lately you’ve been acting like such a- such a- BITCH!”
Part of you was relieved that he had called you that, but not when the guilt suddenly ate his features. “NO- no, Jeff! It wasn’t you oh MY GOD! It was me, Jeff, I was a bitch, I am a bitch don’t apologize.”
“No, you’re not oh my God, I’m so-”
“JEFF! Please don’t apologize! Do something! Call me names, yell at me, look at this point I don’t care! Punch me, let out your anger, Jeff! God, I hate seeing you like this, angry but you don’t do anything.”
Jeff was confused, his chest heaving. “Baby, you know i hate being angry. It makes me feel like a bad person.”
You let out a huge breath of air as you turned around in a circle, tugging at the roots of your hair. “Jeff,God, Jeff does that mean I’m a bad person? Jeff, you’re human it’s okay to be mad and it’s okay to yell every once in a while. Do you know how it makes me feel when you can do everything with so much kindness and positivity? It makes me feel insecure because I’m not as pure as you and I’m a big bitch. God, I love you, Jeff, but please just get angry at me. It is my fault.”
Jeff stood there for a second, staring at you and processing your words. His eyes gazed over your face and you shifted uncomfortably after a second. Then, without warning he surged forward and kissed you sweetly and despite his sweaty hands and body he tasted like mint.
When he pulled back he smiled and shook his head. “You ignored me for three whole days because you were angry that I never get angry? That’s kind of ridiculous, babe. Listen, I do these things, I put up with you even when you’re irrational because I know you feel bad when you do it. I know that it doesn’t matter how long it takes you always apologize. Let me guess this way your last attempt?”
You grumbled slightly because Jeff was grinning down at you now, his hands on your shoulders as his fingers squeezed you lightly. “Yes.”
“Baby, in so many ways it makes you better than me, because I bottle those emotions up. One day I told my mom off because I was angry at Zach and I didn’t do anything about it. He doesn’t know that breaking my lucky bat was wrong because he thought I was okay with it, because I didn’t get angry. Please, Y/N, don’t feel insecure with me. We’re both a little rusty on our humanity skills baby.”
You nodded and Jeff did so too, placing his forehead across yours as he smiled before enveloping your lips in his, his teeth grazing your bottom lip teasingly. “I love you, Jeff.”
“I love you too, Y/N.”
“More than anything in the world.” You both said together before kissing once more.
“Now let me tell you how hot you look when you’re yelling, Jeff.”
i woke up this morning and realized NOBODY HAD ASKED ME TOP FIVE THINGS PHICHIT LIKES ABOUT HIS SMOL ANXIOUS BOYCHILD and I stared up at the ceiling and shook my head
ANYWAY NOBODY HAS ASKED BUT I’M GONNA DO IT ANYWAY: THE MEG STORY
1. The difference between Public Yuri, who is kind of reserved and haughty looking and goes his way through his crowds of admirers like a majestic stag carrying his heavy crown of antlers through the mists of the forest, and Private Yuri, who trips over thin air, cries over shitty Russian cartoons he thinks maybe Victor Nikiforov may have watched, and in general acts like a newborn fawn terrified of the hard, cold world around him.
2. How, when Yuri is tired and hungry, he gets really, really quiet, and when he says anything it’s just an unending stream of salt about people he doesn’t like, and when you give him a granola bar and a place to sit down quietly, he falls asleep like a cranky two year old, his cheeks flushed with temper and exhaustion, still holding the half eaten granola bar.
3. If you catch him just at the right mood and moment, he will sit down on the couch with you and let you cuddle him for hours and watch The King and the Skater and the sequels without a word about them, and also he’s very warm and always slightly soft and very comfortable, even in the middle of competition season.His hair smells nice, too.
(3a. Victor Nikiforov discovers this, only with shitty Russian dramas, and keeps sending Phichit baffled texts like how is he so beautiful????? look at his haaaanddddd and sending Phichit closeups of the beautiful curve of Yuri’s sleeping hand on Victor’s chest.)
4. They did community service at a shelter and Yuri went down under an actual tsunami of dog and stayed there for like two hours, laughing and talking Japanese babytalk. There was a pitbull. The pitbull tried to adopt Yuri.
5. Yuri skates out to the center of the ice, takes a deep breath in, and begins to skate. Every time, Phichit swears to God he sees wings on his back.