Maybe some time you could talk about Susan and what it would be like if she didn't desert Narnia
How about we talk about what might have happened if Narnia hadn’t deserted Susan?
What if, instead of sending a stag to lead them astray, the Pevensies had been given time to end their first rule– to have finished their reports, their negotiations and treaties, that letter in the bureau Lucy was half-done penning to Mrs. Beaver to thank her for the fruitcake and to ask about her grandchildren.
They had lived there more than a decade then, grown from children to kings and queens, to brave young adults with responsibility heavy on their shoulders. They had lived through storms and wars, peace and joy, lost friends to battle and old age and distance. They had made a home. What if they had been given time to say good-bye?
What if we didn’t tell Susan she had to go grow up in her own world and then shame and punish her for doing just that? She was told to walk away and she went. She did not try to stay a child all her life, wishing for something she had been told she couldn’t have again.
There is nothing wrong with Lucy loving Narnia all her life, refusing an adulthood she didn’t want for a braver, brighter one she built herself. But there is also nothing wrong with Susan trying to find something new to fall in love with, something that might love her back.
You can build things in lipsticks and nylons, if you don’t mind getting a few runs in them. There is nothing wrong with wanting to be pretty, especially when pretty is the only power left to you.
Let’s talk about being the last one left. No, really, think about it. You get a call in the middle of the night, in the little flat you can just barely afford, and you are told there has been an accident.
Think about it, that moment– you scramble over everyone you know, everyone you love, and try to figure out where they all are that night. There are things rushing in your gut, your fingertips, your lungs, your ears– there are words in your ears as the tinny, sympathetic voice starts to tell you: it is everyone.
They were on a train. Something went wrong. They probably died instantly. A rushing sound. A bright light. (You try to imagine it, for years. You try not to think about it. You imagine it, for years–a rushing sound, a bright light.)
Your little sister, who you always felt the most responsible for, who you never understood, really– Your big brother, who disapproved of your choices but loved you with a steadiness you could never regret leaning into– Your little brother, a smug and arrogant ass except for the days when he drowned in self doubt– Ed was going to go far and you knew it, were waiting for it, were shoring up your defenses and your eye rolls for the days when he’d think he ruled the world–
Your mother is gone. Your father, with his stuffy cigar smell and big hands and the way he got distracted telling stories– he is gone. Your cousin Eustace, who suddenly lost that stick in his ass one summer. That friend of his, Jill, who you’d never actually quite met. Gone. A rushing sound. A bright light.
Go on. Walk through this with me. You can’t sleep all night long, because you still can’t understand it, still can’t quite breathe in a world where you are the last Pevensie. You finally fade sometime between midnight and dawn and when you wake up you don’t remember for half a second. You think ugh and you think sunshine why and then you remember that you are an orphan, an only child. You remember there probably isn’t anyone else to handle the funeral arrangements.
Get up. Make tea. Forget to eat breakfast and feel nauseous and empty all day. Call the people who need to be called. Your work, to ask for the time off. The mortuary, to ask about closed caskets. Distant relations. Friends. Edmund’s girlfriend and Peter’s boss. You listen to Lucy’s friends weep hysterics into the phone while you stare out the kitchen window and drink your fourth cup of tea. You call Professor Diggory, out at the old house with the wardrobe that started it all, and it rings and rings. You don’t find out for three days that he died in the train crash too. When you do, you stare at the newspaper article. You think of course.
You are twenty one years old. You have ruled a kingdom, fought and won and prevented wars, survived exile and school and your first day as a working woman. Nothing has ever felt worse than this. You have a necklace in your dresser you meant to give your mother, because she loves rubies and this glass is painted a nice ruby red and it is all you can afford on your tiny wages.
Excuse me, a correction: she loved rubies. She is dead. You never wear the necklace. You cry yourself to sleep for weeks. The first night you don’t cry, the first morning you wake up rested, you feel guilty. You wonder if that will live in the pit of your stomach all your life and you don’t know. The years reach out in front of you, miles and eons of loss. You are on the very shore of this grief and you do not know how you will survive feeling like this for the rest of your life. But you will survive it.
Get up. Make tea. Make yourself eat breakfast. Make plans with a school friend to do lunch. Go to work and try to bury yourself in the busyness of it. Remember that you’d promised to lend Peter a hand with some task or other, but you don’t even remember what it was– Collapse. Hide in the bathroom until you’re breathing again. Redo your makeup and leave work the moment your shift is over. Drop your nylons and your sweater and your heels in the apartment hallway. Fall into bed and pull the covers over your head.
Get up. Make tea. Eat. Don’t think about them for weeks. Don’t feel guilty when you remember. Feel proud. Spend an indulgent weekend in your pajamas, reading Lucy’s favorite novel and making Ed’s favorite cookies and remembering the way your mother smelled and how it always made you feel safe. Love them and miss them and mourn them. Keep breathing. Cry, but wash your face after in cool water. Wake in the morning to birdsong and spend three hours making breakfast just the way you like it.
Imagine the next birthday, the next Christmas, the next time you hit one of those days that herald the passage of time, that tell you how much you’ve grown and how much they haven’t.
Lucy, Peter, and Edmund will be at the same height for the rest of your life. Lucy will always be seventeen for the second time. You see, you think you know, when you lose them, what the dagger in you feels like. But it grows with you, that ache. You grow with it, too, learn how to live with that at your side but it grows, that ache, finds new ways to twist–
At the first friend’s wedding you go to, you cry because it’s lovely, those two smiling and promising and holding hands– but you also cry because you wonder what Lucy would have looked like in white, joyous and smiling and promising the rest of her life to a boy who deserved her.
Go on. You tell me if Susan deserted a world or if a whole life deserted her. You tell me who was left behind.
So yes, let’s talk about it– what if Narnia hadn’t deserted Susan? What if lipstick and nylons were things worn and not markers of worth?
What if we had a story that told little girls they could grow up to be anything they wanted– all of Lucy’s glory and light, Susan’s pretty face and parties, the way Jill could move so quiet and quick through the trees?
Because you know, some of those little girls? They were the little mothers, too old for their age, who worried and wondered, who couldn’t believe like Lucy or charge like Jill. Susan was reasonable, was hesitant and beautiful and gentle, was pretty and silly and growing up, and for it she was lost. She was left. And when Susan was left, so were they.
The little girls who worried louder than they loved, who were nervous about climbing trees and who would never run after the mirage of a lion, who looked at the pretty women in the grocery store and wondered if they would grow up pretty too– some of them looked at their little clever doubting hands, after they read Peter and Eustace and Jill scoffing at Susan’s vanities, and they wondered what they were worth.
Imagine a Narnia that believed in all of them. Imagine a Narnia that believed in adult women, lipsticked or not. Imagine Susan teaching Jill how to string a bow, arms straining. Imagine her brushing blush on Lucy’s cheeks, the first time Lu went out walking with a boy she was considering falling in love with. Imagine that when the last door to Narnia was shut, there was not a sister left behind.
I don’t know if this is something anyone would be interested in, but I recently returned from visiting Korea where I entered one of SF9′s fansign events. If you’re curious to know how they interacted with me as a foreign fan, I’ll explain below. I tried to condense as much as possible, but it’s lengthy. Also, if you have any questions, you can ask me (:
obviously, again, requested by anonymous requests are open!
• he’s not really the nervous type, so he’d be completely chill when he picked you up
• he’d have his car and he’d open and close the passenger door for you to get in
• quiet music would be playing while the two of you made small talk
• for your date, he’d probably take you to like, a nice restaurant
• since it was a nice night, he’d want to sit outside
• he’d pull your chair out and push it back in when you sat down
• he’d ask what you wanted and instead of you ordering, he ordered for you
• because even if he’s a greaser, he wants to show you that he’s the biggest gentleman there is
• obviously, when you thought he wasn’t looking, you’d lowkey check out his muscles
• sometimes he would know you’re looking, but not say anything, just get this huge grin on his face
• you two would talk throughout the whole dinner, just about random topics really
• he’d be a little upset that the time seemed to go by so fast with your date
• he would not let you pay for anything
• like if you tried to pay for something, he’d threaten the waiter if he took your money
• “you take her money and I’ll beat you to the ground.”
• because he wants to pay for you and not make you pay
• because again, gentleman as fuck
• the ride back to your house would be quiet, but not awkward. it’d be one of those comfortable silences
• again, he’d jump out of his car and open the door for you to get out, offering you his hand as well
• he’d kiss your hand once he got to your doorstep, before smiling big at you and saying goodbye before he turned to go back to his car and drive home
• kinda like darry, he would not be nervous at all
• because he’s used to girls hanging around him, so obviously he’s a pro
• he’d pick you up from your house, probably borrowing darry’s car so he can seem a bit more classy
• that and he didn’t feel like walking around all night
• anyway, for the first date, he’d probably take you to a carnival that was in town for a couple days
• he’d have to pay for it instead of sneaking in, but he didn’t care tbh
• he’d insist that you pick all the games to play
• and of course, he would beat you at most of them
• but occasionally you would win and he would just give you the biggest pout and puppy dog eyes
• but he’d get over it cause he won at the next one
• and of course, he’d win you a prize
• like imagine the biggest teddy bear at the place
• that’s what he won for you
• you two would be laughing and challenging each other all night long
• as the night was nearing, he’d take you to the ferris wheel
• because that’s romantic af
• once you both got on, he put his arm around you and held you close
• he’d look up at the stars as the wheel started moving, but after a couple seconds, he’d be looking at you
• and just get this huge grin on his face as he watches you, laughing and smiling as it went around
• you’d feel him staring at you so you’d look back at him for a second
• and because this boy is a little shit, he’d lean close to you and gently peck your lips
• he wouldn’t full on kiss you yet, the peck being a sort of a question for permission
• and if you kissed him back, then he’d full on kiss you for a minute
• once you two pulled away, he had a shit eating grin on his face, like a five year old
• he’d pull you even closer to him (if that was possible) until you two got off
• afterward, you two would leave, hand-in-hand as you walked to the car
• you two would talk nonstop as he drove you back home
• once he got back to your house, he’d lean over to you and kiss your cheek
• and he’d probably be like, “I’ll see you again tomorrow doll.” as you got out
• hE’D WINK AT YOU LETS BE HONEST AS HE SAID THAT
• he’d also wait to drive off until you got in the house, wanting to make sure you’re safe
• again, he’s a pretty confident guy, so he wouldn’t be nervous
• he would want to date to be during the day though and into the night, not just at night
• he’d drive as well
• and it’d be awhile of driving, outta Tulsa by a couple miles
• but it’d be worth it, cause he would take you to the beach
• once you both got there, he’d wait for you to walk with him by his side
• at first, he’d just want to walk alongside the beach, just talking with you
• sometimes he might take a joke too far, or just say something that isn’t quite nice to say
• which would cause you to lightly hit him in the chest
• but since he can probably be a bit oblivious sometimes, he’d just go on and do it again
• after awhile of walking, he might get a little bored and lightly nudge your shoulder with his
• which causes an all out war between the two of you
• and you push him too hard cause he falls into the ocean a bit, getting soaked
• you went to help him up, but he just pulled you down in with him when you grabbed his wrist
• this means that now there is a splash war going on between you two
• which ends in you dunking him underwater (only because he lets you)
• and he comes back with picking you up and tossing you into the water
• after all this, you would both get out of the water, obviously completely soaked
• not that either of you cared very much though
• and you guys would just continue walking down the beach as if nothing happened
• he’d probably try to grab your ass or some shit on the walk
• but he’d play it off and just put his arm around your waist right after, pulling you into him
• anyway after a couple hours and when you two were finally dry, you decided to head back to the car
• he’d start the car and start the slightly long drive back home
• but you two talked about things, mostly cars cause that’s what he was really into, but you talked about other shit as well
• once he pulled up to your house, he’d be like “thanks for agreeing to go with me sweetheart, I had a great time” or something
• you’d most likely lean over the seat and kiss his cheek before getting out of the car
• “wait, doll what about the kiss I got for ya?”
• “pick me up tomorrow and you’ll find out.”
• which of course made him grin before whooping (yknow the noise he makes in the movie) before he pulled away to drive home
my dnd character!!! he has no name & just goes by whatever anyone calls him. hes got 1 big ol furiosa hand that he fills up w gasoline n ignites it so he can still use both hands 4 fire spells. his left eyes fake that used to belong to a buddy of his, hes sensitive abt it.
so far hes starting a prison riot n tryna bust back out to see the surface again cuz he misses the sun.
Disclaimer: I couldn’t find the original poster this came from, but I got this from philanddanxreader, I didn’t come up with this.
A = Aftercare Sehun’s the baby, he’s normally the one being taken care of, so I don’t see him being overly good at caring for someone else he cant even cook noodles cmon so aftercare is kind of a joint effort between the two of you.
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) His hips are out of this world, I don’t trust those things, they have a mind of their own. Sehun knows his hips are the shit, especially when it comes to being with you, his hips are kind of his pride and joy. I ain’t even going to try and play, he loves your ass. There, I said it. He’s got pretty big hands too…your booty is his go to place to touch and grab at any given time.
C = Cum Because he’s young and he’s not the most experienced and porn is lies I don’t think he quite knows how to deal with cummin when another person is in the mix(i.e. not jerkin it) so he’s kind of messy. Changing the sheets and a shower are almost a necessary thing to do after sex with him.
D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) It’s not really anything significant, like he tried on your panties a few times or anything, I think a lot of people do this? But who’s going to tell someone they jerk off to their instagram selfies, honestly?
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) Him and Kai be takin’ noonas’ phones and giving them back with the history erased….we know what y’all were up to you little shits. He’s pretty young, and even younger when he got into SM, so I don’t think he had a lot of time to fool around, but if his ass is taking a noona’s phone and doin that, boy watches too much porn, he knows what he’s doing.
F = Favorite position He’s almost a sub, in the sense he lets you do what you want. Not so much about control, but he likes laying back, and watching you in your element while riding him, just his hands on your hips guiding you slightly. Sehun’s unspoken thing, not so much a kink though, is he likes seeing you above him, you riding him and the likes.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) Sehun’s a dork, we all know this. But I think subconsciously he puts on a mask of a ‘man’ when he’s in the bedroom, he’s pretty focused and all business and intense eyes when he’s having sex. Unless he’s drunk…then that’s a different story.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they) Sehun’s pretty smooth, not a lot of hair on his tummy, just a lil bit, so I imagine that matches down below. Not a lot, just a lil bit. He keeps his junk pretty organized, he’s not bare, he trims pretty well, though.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) I don’t see Sehun being the most romantic boyfriend/lover in general, I think you’d be more of a dorky couple than romantic so I don’t think he’s really into the whole circus of going all out just to show how much he loves you and all, when he can just say it. He’s an after sex talker, to be honest with you, he coos about how much he loves you once you’re done and just coming down from the high.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation) Again….the noona’s phone…I don’t know any boy that just casually watches porn and doesn’t jerk off. Sehun’s a ‘steal and noona’s phone and lock himself in the bathroom’ kind of masturbater, it’s completely obvious what he’s doing but he thinks he’s being sneaky so we’ll just let it slide.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) I really don’t see him being very kinky, pretty vanilla in that area to be honest with you. He’s got a thing for your butt, so it’s not a stretch of the imagination that he really likes spanking you. He gets to touch the booty, and leave his mark, two birds, one stone, amiright?
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do) Sehun’s kind of a lazy boy, but what do you expect from the baby? He likes any place that he can actually relax and stay relaxed when it’s over, he doesn’t have to move. So the bed is the majority of sex with him, but the couch gets sprinkled in here and there.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) He’s a fairly confident guy, but get flustered from compliments. But he really gets going when you overly hype him up, talking about how handsome he is and how much you love him and how much you love him touching you and working your body. Sehun’s a sucker for it, and you’re racing to the bedroom.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) He’s not really into bondage, he doesn’t like the idea of being trapped or held down, or you or himself. So handcuffs and ropes and all that good stuff aren’t even on the list.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) Sehun is one of the rappers, so his tongue is in perfect working condition. He’s not the most skilled, but he’s an quick learning if you tell him what to do, that’s easily fixed. And he certainly won’t turn down anything that means he doesn’t have to use his hands on himself, seeing you on your knees for him is almost enough to make him cum on the spot.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Sehun’s another boy that I think will be normally slow but firm, his thrusts are purposefully but he’s almost lazy with his fucking. Obviously it’s not always that way, sometimes he ventures into pretty rough fucking, but on the norm, he really just let’s you have the power on top of him while he bucks lazily into you from below.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) Sehun’s a fan of pulling you into the bathroom before or after a show or concert, just to relieve some pent up frustrations and nerves. They’re not his favorite, but he does enjoy them, and he always promises to do it properly when you two get home.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) (Look to T for further explanation) Sehun’s kind of a quiet boy, hyper, but quiet. So no one really expects him to be a freaky one, but he likes testing out different things. Sehun’s one of the boys that’ll try almost anything once. Toys, positions, locations, as long as he likes it and doesn’t have a bad experience(or already have a negative opinion with it) he’ll try it if you’re willing as well.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) Sehun’s pretty young, and he’s kind of a hyper mess, so I see him being fairly okay with going for pretty long rounds, and 2-3 rounds on the average with him.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) On a trip to the mall, you two spotted and made jokes about vibrating panties, or just a small vibrator with a separate remote. He’d gotten the latter as a joke, saying he’d make you use it at the next award show he brought you two. Who’d have thought he’d been serious? He likes toys that make you squirm, vibrating ones being the toy his personal favorite.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) He’s a slight tease, not unbearably so, but he crosses the line just enough to have you whining for him before he’ll stop and give you what you really want.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) I don’t think he’s very vocal with sex, I feel like Sehun is more of a low grunting kind of guy. When he’s close, he moans a little bit louder, but outside of the room no one’s really going to hear him.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) The biggest secret that you two will take to your grave, is drunkenly stumbling into Suho’s room while the boys were still out and fucking there. Thank the gods you didn’t pass out afterwards, but as soon as you were finished, Sehun tried to reach for the remote to have his post-sex cuddle and movie with you, and realized ‘oh shit, we’re in the wrong room’. Oops?
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) Nana says Sehun is a skinny lil baby that he isn’t packing some sausage links in his pants. ‘He’s got more of a hotdog situation’ bye yall he’s more on the slender side of the spectrum, but he’s a bit longer than average, he’s got about half an inch on the average size.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Sehun is pretty much a hyper child, and a young hormonal boy, so having you, he doesn’t exactly hold back his yearning and lust. His drive is pretty high, he can’t keep his hands to himself if you’re in the equation, he’s clingy in the relationship aspect, and that just gets amplified in your sexual relationship.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Okay…he’s stays up all night doing live videos ?? Does he even sleep? Anyways, I don’t think he falls asleep easily after, or at all really. More like he just wants to lay down and cuddle afterwards, but very rarely does he fall asleep quickly after sex.
Summary: When you agree to take part in one of your friends’ videos you are excited. And excitment that turns into nervousness when you realize the kind of scenes you have with your crush and best friend Jared Leto.
“Just a minute and we’re done sweetheart.” the make up artist told you with a smile and you gave her a nervous one.
“Oh no, don’t rush. Take your time.” you shook just softly your head and she chuckled.
“If I didn’t know any better and if I didn’t have eyes of my own I would say you’re not really excited about this huh?” she teased you slightly and you gave her an awkward smile.
“I- I- No, it’s not that. I’m just a little… nervous. Not- not about the scenes- it’s just that- it’s something new for me and… yeah.” you breathed out nervously and she nodded her head with a soft smile.
“I know what you mean- up to some part I guess.” she chuckled “The first time I came to work here as a make up artist I was shaking like a leaf. But then I saw that as far as it had to do with the thing I love most then- I would be fine.” she shrugged.
“I guess this can apply only if you love acting and singing though.” she added with an awkward laugh.
“Well, I guess.” you mumbled “Mostly acting, actually but- I am not doing it entire for that.”
“Then what if not your love for acting?” she asked, eyes focused on her work though.
“My love for my best friend.” you breathed out and she smiled.
meow~! if the rfa+saeran went on a festival/arcade/amusement park date with mc and tried to win a stuffed animal for her, what would they get her? and whys? if you feel up to it, you could also write parts of the date? whatever you feel like!! just interested in what you come up with :3
(≧▽≦) I love arcades! I just went to one Friday! Meownon seems to know what I like!
Saeran’s might be a little self indulgent tho…
-You guys would definitely go to an arcade
-You had a favorite music game at a nearby one, and he loved playing Mario Kart with you
-Of course the two of you would play ticket winning games!!
-Through out the arcade there was prizes hanging around, and he quietly kept note of what you kept staring up at
-When your cards ran out of money, the two of you would go to the prize counter and he’d make a big show of figuring out what he wanted
-But when he saw you glance up at that cute frog plush again, he’d whisper to the cashier to combine the cards
-“Oh look, Mc! You do have enough for that!”
-He’d just beam as you squealed and hugged him
-Of course he took you to an amusement park
-It made for great selfies and for cute cuddles on the ferris wheel
-Of course, of COURSE, he had to show off with the test of strength game
-You begged to go first though. You wanted to show off too!
-Unfortunately, that didn’t work too long
-You accidentally bashed your knee with the handle of the hammer
-After Zen making sure you were okay, he went ahead after you
-Of course that fucker hit the bell
-After looking at the prizes, he got you a cute fluffy brown dog plush that reminded him of your family’s dog
-(Yes there were cute cat ones, and yes he pretended to ignore them.)
-He took you to an arcade as well!
-He loves trying to figure out the tricks to the machines
-After lots of teasing over who is better at DDR, you two finally play non-dancing games for a while
-Eventually the two of you split up and play a few solo games
-After he tries winning (and failing) at the Deal/No Deal games, he looks around for you and finds you trying to get a cute puppy with a heart hanging from it’s mouth from a claw machine
-He’d pop up beside you as you lost and go into a speel about how they’re rigged
-But as you left to play something else, guess who got the puppy in one try?
-He popped up with it and laughed when you hugged it and then squeezed him as tight as possible
-She never really had time to go to nearby festivals, but after opening up the cafe with her she was slowly able to start enjoying these types of things more
-There wasn’t much to do, besides just enjoy some sweets and a few stalls
-Maybe watch the fireworks
-There were a few stalls meant towards kids, such as fun little games to win prizes
-Each time you passed a certain one she saw you eye one of the prizes
-After the third time she went over to the booth and paid to play
-It was a simple guessing game- How many items are in the jar!
-After giving it a good stare down, she guessed it right on the first try
-She didn’t think it was too amazing, just some math, but how tight you hugged her when she picked the bunny for you make her blush and laugh a little
-This man had never went to an amusement park, and you were damn well going to change that
-Thankfully, he didn’t mind going to the more expensive ones….Especially one that may have had a special cat theme…
-That was the only way you got him to go, and you had to force him not to bring Elizabeth 3rd
-He was. Almost emotionless on the rides….Except when you two got off a few intense ones, his legs would be a little wobbly. (Baby…)
-So the two of you settled on prize games
-He watched you stare up at a cute sailor cat at the balloon popping game, and by sheer luck he managed to pop enough balloons for it
-(They weren’t the ones he was aiming for, but hey, whatever works)
-He didn’t understand why you were so happy when he could have bought one for you, but he wasn’t complaining about the hug and permanent arm hold he got
-He wasn’t used to fairs at all, but he saw how you lit up when seeing the flier and immediately decided to ignore his uneasiness to make you happy
-The two of you went at night. It was more comfortable for him, and the lights were easier to see
-As the two of you walked the whole thing a third time, he tugged on your sleeve and said he found a game he wanted to play
-You followed him along and watched him pay and get ready to play a shooting game
-He had to shoot the star perfectly clean. Something pretty hard!
-Of course he’d cheat the game because he was too damn good with a fucking gun
-The punk won the biggest prize!
-Without thinking twice, he got the big green alien prize, and immediately handed it to you
-You nearly cried you were so happy (He was Not expecting that), and you gave him such a big kiss
-A few days later, he got kinda jealous that the alien was getting more snuggles than him
“Y/N!” Thayne screamed, waking you up from your sleep. “Y/N get up it’s our last show today!”
“Thayne, please… just let me sleep.”
You buried your head back into your pillow.
“But Y/N,” your boyfriend whined from where he decided to lay on top of you. “You promised that we would go get pancakes!”
Shit. You did promise that.
“WHOOOHOO!” he cried, jumping up and down like a child.
“Just let me take a shower first,” you said, rolling out of bed.
He looked at you.
“Can I join?”
“Thayne are you ready for this?” Lin whispered to him as they both stood in the dressing room, getting ready for the show.
“My last show? Yeah, I guess, it’s always good to go onto something new,” he replied, messing with the buttons on his costume.
Lin rolled his eyes.
“You know what I’m talking about Thayne, come on.”
“Thayne!” you called from outside the door. “Oak really needs to talk to you real quick!”
“Okay I’ll be right there!”
Your footsteps faded down the hallway before Lin turned back to Thayne.
“I need to go talk to Oak.”
“It’s only a matter of time.”
The lights went out and you breathed a sigh of relief. Your last show was over.
The lights came back on again and you all went to the front for your final bow. The crowd was cheering loudly, just like they did every night.
Thayne looked at you from the other side of the stage, with an almost nervous look in his eye.
You gave him a questioning look.
“You okay?” you mouthed at him.
He gave a slight nod and a small smile before turning back to the crowd.
The crowd started to die down when all of the sudden Lin came out onto the stage.
‘What was going on?”
Everyone took a few steps back, giving him some room to talk.
“Hey everyone! Thanks for coming out tonight!” he called as everyone keep cheering. “Alright everyone calm down! I have a very important announcement tonight. As you all know, we are losing two of our very treasured castmates tonight. Thayne Jasperson and Y/N Y/L/N. Well Thayne asked if he could make a farewell address, and ask someone very special to him a very special question. So without further ado, Thayne Jasperson.”
Everyone started to cheer again, and you stood there very confused. Lin and Jasmine grabbed you by your arms and lead you to the front of the stage, just far enough so that you couldn’t see your boyfriend.
“So all of you may know that Y/N and I have been dating for almost four years now. Tonight however, I was going to ask her a very important question. And I have a little something prepared, so here goes.
I feel as though I don’t tell you enough, but I love you with all my heart. We have faced so much together, been through so much together, I can’t imagine that we would ever be apart.
I know that it’s been hard, with us doing seperate gigs in different parts of the world. But my love for you has never failed, no matter what.
I know that many things await us my love, and I hope that you will decide to spend the rest of your life going on many adventures with me. I know that I will follow you wherever you decide to go.
So finally, Y/N Y/L/N,
Will you marry me?”
The crowd started screaming, you could feel the tears streaming down your face.
“Turn around,” Lin whispered to you.
You turned around slowly, losing it when you saw Thayne down on one knee, holding a ring box out to you.
You gave a laugh/ cry.
“So Y/N? Will you become Mrs. Jasperson?” Thayne asked you.
The crowd starting cheering behind you.
Lin motioned for the crowd to fall silent.
You looked at Thayne as everyone held their breathe for your answer.
“Yes,” you nodded. “I will marry you.”
The crowd starting screaming, the cast cheering.
Thayne smiled widely at you and picked you up, swinging you around and giving you a big kiss.
He got back on he knee and took your hand, sliding the ring onto your finger. He looked up at you, love and adoration gracing his features.
I saw a couple of people talking about how they think V of BTS has a small penis/ dingaling whatever you call it… Personally I don’t agree with this because because he’s got some big ass hands and feet guys …
He just wouldn’t be proportional if he was small he is at least medium to large . I found these and it looks pretty big:
this is just my opinion and I respect anyone who thinks otherwise. Plus….
I have heard that Idols sometimes don’t wear underwear because of how tight their pants are and they wear a cup so this could also be why the bulges differ in size… Idk let me know what you think ……
Again this is all the proof I have and if you have any opinions feel free to share… I wonder how big the other members are tbh ..
Summary: Grant understanding his girlfriend’s monthly problems.
Word count: 1.004
A/N: Just another shot, full of fluff and sweet things. I hope you like it. I am sorry if I haven’t post anything in these previous days, I’ve been busy and my holidays are over soon. I have lots of home work to do. I am writing my pending requests in my ask too and I excuse myself if I am taking so long to post them. I am really sorry, hope you understand my struggles.
- G. x
Warning: (Y/F/D/F) is Your Favourite Disney Film and (Y/H/C) is Your Hair Colour.
It was your week of the month and your monthly visitor has arrived when you least expected it, your menstrual cycle wasn’t always regular so you never knew it when you’ll start to bleed.
Unfortunately, you were at work and you had too much stuff to do: finish your photoshoot, go to your meeting with your managers and go on a date with your loyal and precious boyfriend, Grant Gustin. He was as busy as you did and he had some shootings to finish for the Flash’s new episodes and he had some crossovers with Stephen and Melissa too.
You just had too much work to do and you tried to finish everything while you’re bearing with your stomach cramps and back ache. At the end, it’s always like this. You have to bear every pain in your life.
You thought that being a famous model with period cramps was the worst thing that could ever happen to you. You are suffering, but still you have to smile and be serious, pretending that nothing is happening inside you.
In short words, emotionally you’re fine, but physically you’re bruised.
You were lucky to have some little breaks and you somehow had a chance to put a hot water bottle on your stomach to relieve the pain for a little while.
“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” Your manager, Laurent, has asked you as he noticed that you were curled up like a ball on the couch of your changing room.
“Laurent,” You bit your lip as the cramp came back again and the sting this time is worse than the ones you had before. “it’s just some girly things.”
“Oh, do you want to go home directly after your photoshoots?” He suggested and your eyes grew wide as you heard his proposal. Laurent always cared for your health and safety, you knew that it wasn’t a problem for him.
“Yes, please.” You nodded repeatedly and he typed a message on his phone, as if he was informing someone.
After that conversation with Laurent, you had your last shots and then he brought you back home. You thanked him so much for understanding your situation and he told you to get better soon.
As you arrived home, you quickly plopped yourself into your comfortable black couch and curled yourself in a ball, trying to ease the pain for millionth time now. As you waited for the pain to go away, you let your eyes shut close and you drifted in your sleep in a jiffy.
You were roaming in your dream world as you felt a kiss on your forehead, followed by a sweet and gentle caress. You slowly opened your eyes and it revealed you your boyfriend’s handsome face, two green beautiful eyes staring at you.
“Grant.” You called his name groggily, still feeling tired and sleepy.
“Good evening, baby.” He smiled at you and you gave him a weak smile. “Do you still have your period cramps?” Laurent informed him surely.
“Just a little bit.” He put his warm right hand on your abdomen and he touched it lightly. He left his sweet touch and you slightly felt better. “Thank you, babe.”
“No problem.” He then stood up and he got your favourite soft blankets. He tucked the blankets in your body, assuring himself that you wouldn’t be cold. “Hang in there, love. I’ll just get you something.”
“Alright.” You smiled at your boyfriend’s sweet gesture. He knows how to be emphatic and he understands what you’re going through, he may never experience it, but he knows the pain.
You waited for him and he got back with a personalized big shoe box in his hand. You slowly sat up, still covering your body with the blanket. He sat beside you and he gave you the box.
“Thank you?” You said confused. You opened the box and your eyes widened in surprise and excitement. You quickly kissed Grant on his cheek. He looked at you and he smiled widely for your reaction, he admired you for your childish but cute reaction. He loves you so much whenever you act like that, because it means that you’re really happy during that moment.
You quickly rummaged into the box and looked at its contents. There were different Disney films, obviously, your favourite was one of them, some junk food to satisfy your cravings, some dark chocolate bars for your cramps, a heating pad, a bottle full of pain relievers, some pads and tampons if you ever run out of them.
“Thank you, love.” You exclaimed happily. You hugged him and put the box on the huge glass centre table.
“I am happy that you liked it.” He pressed a kiss on your lips.
“Of course, I do.” You nodded. “I appreciate everything that you do.”
“Aw,” he was flattered for your sweet words. “thank you.”
“No,” you shook your head. “thanks to the best boyfriend in this world and that’s you.”
“Bluffer.” You both laughed loudly. “So, cooking’s on me tonight and then we’re having a lazy night.”
“Yes, please.” You clapped your hands for happiness. It makes you happy whenever Grant cooks for you, even though he always leaves a massive mess in the kitchen. “Thanks.”
“So, what Disney film are we watching tonight?” He asked even though he knew perfectly which your answer was.
“(Y/F/D/F), of course. What a question to ask!” You answered it as if the answer was really obvious.
“I had no doubts.” He winked as he leant in to give you a sweet and passionate kiss.
“I love you.” You whispered in his ear when you both broke the kiss.
“I love you more, baby.” He hugged you tight as he played with your (Y/H/C) hair.
You were so happy to have Grant in your life and you thank him for being by your side whenever you need him the most. He may not be a superhero like The Flash, but for you he’ll be a superhuman and you thank him for that.