This post is based on my (and my friends) experience (second year student; sophomore).
I haven’t double-checked it, so I suppose there would be some mistakes. I miss articles all the time, sorry.
1. First year is the most important
Show your professors your capabilities. Let professors get to know you, their opinion will be significant later. Slog your guts out, get the best marks, show them you really care and you are intrigued in what they say. Later on if the next year/term is tougher or you are be able to fully focus on your education, professors will look kindly on you, they won’t be so strict, so your marks won’t be much lower.
Believe me, we are not always fully prepared. Sometimes our knowledge is incomplete because we don’t had enough time to learn, the topic XYZ is so shitty that we simply don’t get part of it. It happens that we have to count on our luck. The final test is coming in a few hours and you still know nothing about ABC or XYZ. You don’t have enough time and you know you won’t get it in half of an hour. Fuck this, fuck that – you hope you will be able to answer a questions. You’ve got nothing to lose, joke that it would be nice, if you got a question about QWE. If the professor knows you, remembers you and is aware of your knowledge, there is a huge possibility you’ll get this question.
3. Talk to people before your final exams
It’s partly connected with “Luck”. Talk to people who already had their finals (not only to your peers but also to older students). It’s not about questions, because you won’t get the same ones, that’s for sure. It’s more about getting to know the professor’s way of thinking, asking questions, choosing topics. Ask people how much you need to write/say in order to get a good mark. Ask people what topics are professor’s favourite, what do you need to know, how to impress them. Mark down what questions did your friends/other students get – learn them if you know that this professor likes to ask the same thing, pay less attention if you know they like to change them. But never left them aside, you have to know at least part of the answer to be save.
(So like, if you’re looking for compelling evidence just… shoo. Not the place tbh.)
(Better yet, there are all the source elements on Noora’s past, but my mind runs.)
(Thanks to @isakiyakis for being the trigger who shot this lesbian Noora bullet in my ear and I couldn’t be in peace without writing something about it. This thing is really long, really rambly and a lot confused because it’s in narrative form and what is consecutio temporum anyway. I’m sorry. Not really.)
(Also Nooreva found a way into this post. Again, not really sorry.)
Jeno loved the rain. He loved it more when he had someone in his arms to watch it fall with- said someone was too busy giving her attention to another wolf. He wasn’t too keen on this, no, not at all.
It wasn’t hard for jealousy to bubble up within his being, wanting nothing more than to rip her away from the red head. Of course, he couldn’t necessarily do that, for he’d never live it down. You, on the other hand, were oblivious to the entire situation. Your mind focused on watching Renjun draw the scenery, from by the window before you both.
‘What bit you?’ The voice was one he generally thanked the heaven’s for hearing, but right now, it was the last he wanted. The words were followed by a tray being set on the counter, varies types of cookies decorated along the blue plastic.
Each of them had the ability to hear miles away from them, so how was he supposed to admit his problem with the latter being so close. In the end, he didn’t have to, as the older followed his gaze; he chuckled. 'How cute.’ His eyes narrowed, pointing them up to Johnny, who loomed over the counter with a shit eating grin.
'How is it that you just happen to know everything?’ He questioned, plucking one of the cookies up to bite into a bit angrily. 'Because, I have a mate, and I know that look all too well.’
At the comment, both Renjun, and you looked up, wondering why mates were being discussed. Upon patting the red head’s leg, you rose to stalk towards them, your arms going around the raven from behind; 'What’s going on?’
Jeno had no intentions of saying he was envious of the attention she was giving the other, hell no, but Johnny thought otherwise. 'He’s all twisted that you’re watching Renjun draw, rather than watching the storm with him.’ If only looks could kill, the young Lee would be happy.
A smirk began to form on your lips, chin dropping to his shoulder; 'Little Jennie is jealous?’
He wanted to sink into Hell, and vanish within the flames at this point, especially when the other two males started laughing. 'Jennie?! Oh my god, dude.’ He was going to strangle Johnny one day- just, one day. He’d make sure of it. Renjun kept his comments in his own head, not wanting to face the wrath the younger harbored.
A handful of the pack generally did their best to not anger him. It was smartest, and safer that way.
With his own cheeks now tinted a soft pink, he shifted to get to his feet, tugging you to, and up the stairs; no more patience to face the tall Beta.
You simply followed, humming to yourself, already knowing where he was taking you. It was a path you’d traveled many a time before. So, when you manage to make it to the attic, you’re not surprised at all.
It was odd how he basically became a different person once he reached the top step. From defensive, and jealous, to sleepy, and soft.
Jeno was silent as his body dropped down to the worn out couch, his eyes automatically glued to the window wall that’s being targeted by the harsh cloud tears.
He’s already being sucked into his own world, though not before his arms reach out to pull you down; you situate so your back is to his chest, allowing you view to the darkened sky as well.
'I love you, goodnight,’ he mumbled out, burying his face against the top of your head, knowing all too well he wouldn’t be able to stay away long. It was amusing really- maybe it was the animal in him, it didn’t allow him to stay up too long during weather like this, or maybe it was the couch.
It was old, but still quite comfortable- in your opinion, at least. A smile lit up your lips, eyes falling shut as you nuzzled back to him; 'I love you, too, Jennie. Sweet dreams.’
The only response was a groan, soon enough followed by the silence of the attic, and the sound of rain drops on the house.
This was how rainy days generally ended. Falling asleep in the attic, the only light source coming from outside.
learned over time that Jeno only slept well on these nights, as he
explained that 'the thunder disrupts the nightmares’; any other time, it
was you. So, nights when you could relax, knowing he was sleeping
peacefully were a blessing.
a/n; this is one of many, many wolf scenarios based on our Wolf Au Point Posts. There will probably be about 5 scenarios, per point post, which is all the members. So yes, about 85 scenarios in total, once done. The 5 Jeno ones, however, are dedicated to @jeno-xoxo as I promised they would be
I’ve made her wait long enough for them—-
[ Requests open ] If there is a certain scenario plot you’d like, for a certain wolf!nct member, let me know.
I want something angsty AU with mixed wires and both thinking they have missed their chance with each other. Yes. That’s vague.
Vague and yet I love it?? I doubt I could write anything good enough to keep you reading but i’ll try lol. It’s short and sweet but i hope it’s okay.
She should have known this would have been
her luck. Apparently good things don’t happen for Emma Swan. Ever.
“You want to talk about it?” David asked
her as he settled a hot mug in front of her slouching form at the breakfast
“I don’t even know where to start.”
She really didn’t. How does one explain to
their older brother their boy troubles, when said brother may have just been
the cause of them in the firs place?
“The beginning always helps.”
She’d met Killian on her second day in her
new job. She was unaware that the Storybrooke archive was such a large
department. She’d expected it to be just her in a musty basement; instead she
was part of a seven-person team with a floor all to themselves. She’d already met Leroy, Ariel, Belle, Merlin
and Archie, and had a brief introduction to August who apparently was seldom
there. But Killian, she’d had the pleasure of meeting on her second day. He was
cheeky, flirty, infuriatingly happy and extremely easy on the eyes. Which of
course made Emma dislike him from the start.
Not wanting to cause trouble in a job she’d
only just started, she gritted her teeth and chose to ignore him, which was a
task in itself. Slowly, she found herself interacting with him more, apparently
giving the brush off only encouraged him and Emma couldn’t help that a small
part of her began to enjoy the back and forth.
The first time he asked her out, she flat
out told him no with a cold harsh tone to her voice. He’d faltered at the knock
back but accepted her rejection like a trooper and resumed their strange
friendship as if it had never happened.
She’d often come back to her desk to find a
steaming cup of fresh Starbucks coffee waiting for her, with his prosthetic
curled around it.
let it go cold, love. That nearly cost me an arm and a leg.” He’d wink over at her, chuckling at his ridiculous joke. Somewhere
between scowling at his poor humour and returning his false limb, he wormed his
way into her affections.
Over six months they became closer, and
after a few after work outings with others, they learned more about each other
and just how much in common they had. Casual texting became more frequent and
grabbing a bite to eat at the local diner after work became a regular
So I don’t really like high school AU’s that much, and I don’t think a Leverage
one would really work. Like at least with these guys, just high school isn’t enough to truly give them a chance to become
masters in their fields—they need to mature a bit.
Not to mention high school au vs college au there’d be so many more cons to do. These wouldn’t be children taking on
adults, without almost any training or experience. It’d be adults vs adults, albeit adults in training, kinda. Part of the possible
corruption in colleges are just how big
they are. Sure, you can have a high school with maybe 5,000 students, but that’d
be a small-midsized college. There are so many things to go wrong, just in
their own college. Administrative issues, club issues (who has more funding,
clubs trying to get approved but they keep getting blocked by someone on the
administration for a bs reason), tenure—most professors are older white men,
how could there not be issues—biased teachers,
bribed teachers who give certain student A’s, exclusive clubs, hell cheating, test score fraud (not just SAT’s,
there’s the tests you need to take for post-grad education), scholarship
competition. Hell, some asshole professors make it so there’s a pre-set number
of A’s in the class—do you know the kind of sabotage that could
Hell, we were given an episode about an exclusive fraternity abusing a psych
experiment, along with the episode about safety standards and cheerleaders.
Shit happens at college.
And if they’re in a city like Philadelphia or New York City, there could be dozens of universities around. There’s
not going to be a lack of people needing help.
Parker originally wasn’t supposed to be there, but the track coach once
timed her running and well. They promised her lots and lots of chocolate if she
actually went to school enough to be on the track team, so she got a
scholarship for college. She doesn’t really care that much, but she likes math
and the calculations she learns help her plan heists. The amount of times the
Physics department professors have had a discussion w Parker about ‘theoretical’
issues that she brings up and. Well. It’s Parker. She also has a minor in
Political Science bc she thinks it’s interesting (Listen. Remember how in the
Hockey episode she knew about Schilling’s Theory of Rational Deterrence during
the Cold War. I don’t make the rules Parker does.)
Also, by being on the track team she gets to travel around a lot, and it’s a readymade alibi as for
why she’s in that area. She doesn’t always
plan heists around the places she visits, and she goes plenty of times by
herself, but it’s pretty good cover.
Since she has a scholarship, they pay for her meal plan and her housing, along
w books. No, she never actually uses that
room bc hello, waaaaaaaay too obvious, but that’s the point. If everyone expects her to be one place, that would be the
first place they’d look for her, give her some time to get away—classic misdirection.
She has like 3 other apartments and
like 4 warehouses that no one knows about that she rotates through, both
sleeping AND keeping loot. But she takes the free meal plan, she doesn’t have
to actually pay for them so more money for her. Not to mention some of the
books have good ideas. I’m not saying she gets all A’s in her classes, but she
And really, who’d think a college
student is a world-renowned thief? ‘Academic’ is not exactly synonymous with
that kind of crime, especially a pretty, 21 year old blonde Physics major.
She’s also a (sporadic) part of the outdoors club. What can she say—they have
some pretty good climbing gear, and sometimes it can be hard to constantly get
rid of gear. Just a few things—the high tech stuff she gets herself, but the basic
things that aren’t easily traced to her? Yeah, it’s convenient. Plus if she’s
ever caught, asking why do you have
climbing gear becomes a whole lot easier to answer. Also good practice.
Nate is an Art History undergrad, Philosophy grad student who’s the team’s TA.
He and Maggie were high school sweethearts, got married their junior year,
Maggie had their son a few months after graduation. Nate’s now a grad student.
He worked for IYS two years after graduation, interned for them every year
during summers in between school and was well on his way to being their star
investigator when his 3 year old son died, and they wouldn’t pay for his
He and Maggie later got divorced, and he’s back at school. They give him a stipend for school, and he doesn’t
have to pay for tuition. And well. A constantly drunk Philosophy student is
almost expected—he doesn’t really get
in trouble with his job.
Aaaaand Hardison. Now, Hardison’s a bit more unexpected. You’d think he’d be Computer Science, but
Hardison would run rings around any
comp sci professor he’d have—he was only 21, tops, when the series started.
Like there is not really that much of a difference between Hardison in the
first season and this one in regards to computer ability. He’s a sophomore, and about 19-20.
But this is Hardison. Hardison, who isn’t just a wiz with computers—anything
he touches, he can do. “I’ve hacked history” he (correctly) proclaims after
figuring out a way to duplicate a 17th century journal in just 24
hours. And then there’s the time Sophie was explaining the history of a piece
of art when Nate interjects, saying they already knew all of that, when Hardison
interrupts, saying he doesn’t know that much before the 1980’s. Hardison’s a
damn sponge when it comes to learning.
The dude literally became a lawyer in one day.
So, he’s not going to be a computer science major. He wouldn’t actually learn anything from that, there’s literally 0 point. He has so many minors–an art and design minor,
a music minor, and a chem minor. He’s also part of band (hello, Hardison the violin prodigy). So, he’s a mechanical
engineering major—a computer, he can buy himself, but a bunch of the gadgets
and gizmos he can’t get himself—or at least not easily—he can get for free at the
university. Not to mention access to state of the art labs.
He mostly does it at first for his Nana, and then he finds out he genuinely
loves learning. And he has a scholarship, and the cafeteria has orange soda, so
everything’s all good.
And remember how excited Hardison got in the cooking episode, when he got to
fire a laser? Yeah, he gets excited for
all the gadgets he has access to.
But he still isn’t on the straight and narrow at all. He’s a hacker, first and foremost.
And Eliot. Oh Eliot. He’s a bit older, maybe enlisted at 17 (he kinda
sorta lied), and now 22 and going to college on the GI Bill (I think that’s
right). Eliot is almost more of a Jack-of-all-trades than Hardison, and it’s
much more unexpected. Like in the episode they made a guy think aliens are
real, he had a discussion with Hardison up Fermi’s paradox in regards to other
life forms, and Eliot brings up Drake’s equation saying that with a hundred
billion stars in our galaxy there’s up to 10,000 technological civilizations “you
never know when you have to fight an alien.” Eliot is smart, both street smarts AND book smart and just knows a bunch
about every topic. So, he double majors in Liberal Arts and minors in
After going through his first semester and joining the cooking club, he also adds
Culinary Science to his major.
Eliot isn’t a D1 or D3 athlete, but he does a lot of intramural and club sports. From judo to archery to badminton
to table tennis, he does it all.
As for Sophie, she’s a Psych grad student, Art History/Linguistics undergrad.
Yes, you’d think she’d be a Theater major, but that’s way too obvious. A grifter,
who’s a Drama major? Too obvious. Yeah, the reason why Sophie never gets caught
is because she never gets audition—she’s a horrible
actress when people are looking. You don’t really think “great liar.” I do
think she genuinely tries, but it’s also another misdirection.
So much of what Sophie does is an understanding of people, how they tick,
their behavior, why they do what they do. She went to a different university
for undergrad, and she’s mid 20’s—and ofc, both undergrad and grad school are
using an alias. But what Sophie does is mostly enacting her interpretation of
human nature. God, Sophie could come up with another approach to psychology
with how much she knows, could go down in the textbooks if she wanted.
As for what she’s been doing in between, well, she has a very good cover story for that. But she
needs to lie low for a little bit, and fleshing out more of an alias can always
help. She developed that Charlotte Prentice alias for 7 years, it’s not out of
the realm of possibility she’d do this, especially if she needs to lay low. It’s
her first year at this school, and she’s not really that invested but like
Parker, it can be a good cover.
She’s met Nate before, same as in the series—he’s chased after her.
Although, now that he’s not working at IYS, he doesn’t really care—it’s a big
school, they don’t really interact.
And just because they’re now at a university doesn’t mean the first episode
would go any differently, at least at first. Or, maybe there’s a faraway
professor, named Victor Dubenich, who yes, assembles the team, but doesn’t actually realize Hardison, Eliot, and Parker go to the
same university as Nate—he’s much more public than the others. And maybe they don’t realize they all go to the
same college, at first. Like they realize that they all live near each other,
but the same college?
Because one of the advantages to being that young is that sure, you have fewer contacts and fewer scores and assets but you also have less of a record, less of a trail, fewer chances for people to find out the details of who you are.
But yes, things can get competitive
in academia, especially when those plans could be sold for millions of dollars.
Except, it turns out it wasn’t even from another professor. It was from a
(sleep deprived) grad student.
They still take him down, and makes a seriously ridiculous amount of money.
And they all enjoy it more than they thought, like what they’re doing. They start
to go their own ways—except not really.
And then they walk into their Intro to Philosophy class, the one that the
school requires every major to take,
even Sophie, and guess who’s the TA but Nate Ford?
Your stories make me incredibly happy, and I see your thingum (header?) is Chicago. Can you maybe tell a story at some point about the Magnificent Mile and/or the Tribune Tower?
I actually just moved here a few months ago, so I’m not supremely familiar with either beyond wikipedia and an architectural tour! I’ll sure give it a try anyway, thanks for the prompt!
The Tribune Tower is a magical hodge podge nightmare place that Steven sort of wishes would just be transported to another dimension already. As the tower’s watcher, he’s not allowed to wish that, but his boss can’t mind read so.
The tower can fuck right off.
Objectively, it’s quite pretty. Gothic design hoisted high into the air, buttresses, stone, the whole nine-yards. His parents had said things like “scenic” and “honor” and “historic” when he’d first been assigned. Back then, he’d even agreed with them.
Now he knows better.
“Get. Your. Hand. Off. The. Stone,” he says through gritted teeth. He’s not angry; he’s cold. It’s snowing lightly, muffling the world around them. Oh, sorry, the snow’s not muffling the world. That’d be the distraction charm, a charm designed to turn the non-magical eye away, cast by the man crouched at the base of the tower.
The man turns and Steven is suddenly angry and cold.
“Raul,” Steven says, taking his hands out of his pockets. “Now.” The chill races from his hands as he calls fire to them.
“Guardian,” Raoul greets far too cheerfully for someone who’s been caught red-handed. Again. “I was just touching, no need to get all snippy.”
Raoul backs away from the tower, hands raised as if to say no harm, no foul. Steven isn’t about to believe the older man, so he stalks forward, keeping a wary eye on him.
This is what Steven is supposed to be watching. There are stones from all over the world embedded in the tower. The Taj Mahal, the White House, the Alamo. Dozens of historic places have lost parts of themselves to this Chicagoan landmark and, for whatever reason, many of them are at ground level. Where idiot sorcerers like Raoul can just walk right up and touch them.
Day: All Human fic #1! This was written with the prompt “Caroline meets Klaus when she comes to either bail or break Kolenzo out of jail” from @nemesis729. You can guess which I chose. I took a few liberties, but I hope you enjoy it!.
It had taken her almost half an
hour to give herself porn boobs.
youtube tutorials, three bras, and more contouring than Caroline would ever admit, and if anyone with a penis
remembered what her face looked like tomorrow, it would be because they were
very, very gay.
herself in the mirror again, Caroline decided to rethink that thought.
straight, male or female… she didn’t think anyone
would remember her face tomorrow.
Because her boobs looked spectacular.
She would have to remember this trick for the next time she went out on
tonight, she wasn’t looking boob-a-licious because she wanted to pick up a cute
boy and make out. No… she was planning a
picked up the cupcakes she had made and eyed them. They contained Ipecac Syrup and were a recipe
she had found on the internet. She really hoped that whoever had made it
knew what they were doing, because killing off the local police force was so not what she wanted to achieve with
is sangwoo as much of an asshole in Korean or is that a cultural misunderstanding? Obv. He's abusive but is majority of his dialogue as abusive or is some of the dialogue just an acceptable bluntness? I'm not sure I'm asking this right sorry
(I know I said I was going to wind down with the translation posts, but I forgot I had this in my drafts, woops; in any case, this will probably be the last of its kind, so have fun)
Boy, oh boy, I was going to put off translating some of his lines until later, but this is such a perfect opportunity. To answer your question, first of all, he’s using informal register with someone older than him that he doesn’t know well. That’s already blatantly rude. People even one year older technically have the social right to go, “Informal? Are you being informal with me? Do you want to die??” (and it’s such a highschool bullying stereotype tbh)
It would be fine if Bum gave Sangwoo permission to speak to him in informal register, but Bum isn’t really in a position to grant any kind of permission right now. So Sangwoo’s being rude from the get go. On top of that, Korean is super context-heavy, so regardless of the words he’s saying (which are aggressive as heck), his demeanor and actions make them abusive. I’m not sure if Sangwoo’s ironic sense of humor comes through in the English, but there’s that too.
(I have previously posted a version of this for Conor so here is a part two kind of but for Calfreezy this time)
“Go on (y/n)!” Simon laughs as you try to dribble the ball round Tobi to score.
You flick the ball round and use your small frame to your advantage to score before he can get to it.
“Fucks sake!” Tobi groans, flopping to the floor.
“You know, before you start doing football videos you should really try becoming good at it” You smirk cockily.
“One time alright? Don’t get too confident!” He points at you.
“Saying that-” Simon starts, walking towards you two.
“Shut your mouth Minter. I don’t need the siblings ganging up on me” Tobi glares at him and Simon comes to sling an arm across your shoulders.
“I taught this young one well” Your older brother beams down at you.
“Right come on we should head back. Its getting dark anyway and we need to get ready for the party later” Tobi points out, going to collect everything you had been using for filming today.
“Why am I being dragged along anyway?” You question, pulling your hands through your hair to redo it.
“Because all of your friends are gonna be there” Tobi comments.
“But the only reason we’re having this party is for Cal and we all know that’s no reason for me to be there”
In the world of YouTube it always appeared that people just got on well. Especially with the sidemen. But there was a difference between you and Calfreezy. The pair of you really didn’t get on. You found him rude and disrespectful and cocky and he hated when you told him that. It wasn’t anything specific but you were just two people that never found that common ground. And everyone knew it.
“Just keep your head down, be nice and get on with it” Simon states, nudging your head as you climb into the back of the car.
You all drive back to Tobi’s where you had left some of your clothes and stuff to get ready.
Sometimes, you felt bad for not getting on with Cal. You didn’t want to make things awkward between everyone. But it wasn’t your fault. You weren’t supposed to like everyone and he was one of those people.
The problem was, in your lives, you didn’t really get to choose who you liked in some cases. And realistically in the worst case. Finding your soulmate. Everyone was born with a bruise and only one other in the world would match yours. It was up to fate to bring you two together and supposedly when you found out, it felt like everything clicked.
You thought it was a load of bullshit. How could you just randomly see someone and know that you want to spend the rest of your life with them? It could be anybody!
As you got changed in the bathroom of Tobi’s apartment, your fingers brushed the light purple-blue mark that spread across your rib cage. It was delicate really, like a feather, and curled around your side to be about the size of your hand.
In some ways it scared you that such a big part of your future was decided. And in other ways you didn’t care. Maybe you didn’t have to be one of those people to follow suit and find your soulmate based on a mark on your body. Maybe you could choose for yourself.
“Come on (y/n)!” Simon calls and you soon come out in your adidas California T-shirt, black jeans and yeezys.
“Do you two really have to twin anymore?” Tobi laughs when he sees yours and Simons outfits almost completely matching.
“Piss off I was changed first” Simon scoffs.
“I’ve got a jacket” You roll your eyes and pull the black bomber jacket over your arms.
“Ready to go?” Tobi questions as he opens the door.
“Of course” You sigh, hardly looking forward to going.
Everybody was already at the party by the time you arrived. Cal had opted for an evening party so you could all order in pizzas for dinner and enjoy a meal.
“Be nice" Simon mutters under his breath to you as Cal comes over to you two.
“Hey Simon” He exclaims, “Thanks for coming”
“Of course man!”
“You too (y/n)” Cal nods.
“Happy Birthday” You smile politely, heading off when you see JJ to go and speak to him instead.
As the night went on, more and more drinks and food were consumed and people began to clear out. By around 1am, its only you, your brother, Harry, JJ and Cal left.
“Its weird man. I always thought me and Katie were meant to be together” Harry admits, all of you crowded on the couches now.
“This whole bruises shit is fucked up man. How do they know who we should be with?” Cal questions, his accent prominent.
“They don’t mean shit” You pipe up, “They don’t have to. We could find someone that we love and that’s enough. Whether we have the same bruises or not, that’s what matters and that’s enough”
“You really think that?” JJ raises his brows.
“She always has” Simon shrugs, “Mum said it was stupid because she had the same bruise as Dad”
“Doesn’t mean I need to find someone with the same as mine” You point out.
“What is yours?” Cal questions inquisitively.
You put your drink on the side and lift the material of your T-shirt enough to show the marking that stamped your skin.
His eyes widen and all of the boys look questionably.
Cal’s eyes don’t leave your own as his hands fumble to find his top and he lifts it up to show the matching bruise to your own.
“Do-” JJ starts but knows the tension is too thick to attempt to break.
You don’t have any idea how to react. Here you had been saying about how these bruises were all bullshit and now you were sat across from Cal terrified that you could’ve been wrong.
“I think we should leave them to it” Harry comments, standing up with JJ.
Simon gets up too but glances at you as he does, “I’ll be at the car okay?”
“I’m fine” You nod reassuringly and he nods in return before leaving the apartment.
“Who am I kidding anyway right?” You scoff quickly, tugging your shirt back down, “Like I said it’s bullshit right?”
You proceed to pick up some of the glasses and go to put them away.
“(Y/n)” Cal starts again, standing up and taking the cups from you to put them back down.
You pause and glance at him for a second before your eyes focus on him again.
His eyes look down to your ribcage and his hands cautiously lift up the cover of your T-shirt to show the matching bruise yet again.
“Maybe these bruises are real” He mumbles though it comes out as a whisper.
“You think?” You croak and his hand lifts up to cup your cheek.
In this moment, your hate vanished and it scared you really. Like you knew exactly what was going on and what you had grown up telling yourself was now all irrelevant.
Maybe these bruises are real…
Requested by Anon:
hi!! I was wondering if you could do an imagine where you go to his family’s house for the holidays and its your first time meeting them? maybe Mitch Marner, Auston Matthews, Connor Mcdavid or Dylan Strome? either one is cool:)
*Hii!! I chose Dylan Strome, I hope you don’t mind. I was supposed to post another Stromer drabble and then realized that I still have one more holiday drabble to put up – this! So this goes first, naturally. :) Enjoy!
ALSO BECAUSE DYLAN KICKED SOME SERIOUS ASS LAST NIGHT MY SOUL LEFT MY BODY FOR A WHILE. LOVE HIM. #BRINGDYLANBACK*
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Ryan Strome was watching you eat. Now, on any given day, it
would be weird and you’d have already called him out on it but today is not a
normal day. Today, you’re meeting your boyfriend’s family for the first time
and part of that family is Ryan Strome – so he’s one of the people you should
start sucking up to if you want them to like you – and if he wants to watch you
eat, he can stare for as long as he wants.
To your left, Dylan Strome was watching Ryan watch you. Your
boyfriend of four months, you jumped at the opportunity to meet his family when
he invited you to their holiday dinner two weeks ago.
Suddenly, Dylan leaned on the table and called his mom, “mom,
Ryan is being weird.”
So, as several of you have requested, I am finally writing out my experience meeting BTS at the Highlight Tour’s stop in Houston. I warn you all that it does drag on a bit, so if you’d like to skim or completely disregard the post, you may do so haha! Additionally, many may wander how the heck I remember everything in detail despite it having taken place a while ago—Well, I write in a diary regularly and wrote down five pages worth of this day so yeah lol.
TGM’s organization, as many of you already know, was a complete mess. But, this is not a post to bash on TGM and just one describing the members so here it goes!
The Photo Session:
So, my younger sister and I went together and as soon as we entered the building, we saw all the members lined up in person….and damn. Even from several feet away with crowds of people in between, they really stood out. To be honest, they were a lot shorter than people make them seem which didn’t really surprise me since, as an Asian girl, I know that many Asian guys aren’t usually that tall. The order from left to right was Namjoon, Taehyung, Seokjin, Yoongi, Jimin, Jungkook, and J-hope. We were starstruck af right away and didn’t even know if we were supposed to join the group in front of us for photos since we were the last ones in that specific line. That’s why, while staring at the boys, we didn’t realize that Hoseok and Jungkook were waving and saying hi…right at us. At first, we thought they were just waving at someone else in our direction but quickly noticed that nobody else was behind or even close to us so yeah; we flipped out and didn’t even bother hiding our fangirling while waving and saying hi back. Also, It turns out that they were waving to us in order to tell that it’s alright to join the group photo.
To be honest, they seemed quite drained at times but still did a really great job trying to be energetic in order to please the fans. During the member introductions, their English was so adorable! They really did try their best! Seokjin talked about a “choo-choo train” and Namjoon talked about maybe having a “real concert” in the future. His English, by the way, is just as flawless as you’d all expect. Yoongi even talked about the Johnson Space Center and NASA + acted out a flying jetpack, which was precious! Also, Jin’s speaking/singing voice was slightly higher live. “Boy in Luv” and especially “Dope” were super lit. Hearing and seeing the boys perform “I Need U” live is the most incredible feeling. Like, we were finally able to sing the fanchants as loudly as possible and the entire audience was just so into it. Seriously, they sang and danced AMAZINGLY. + Jimin’s bootie is seriously fabulous.
The High-Touch Session:
This was honestly the part that I struggled to remember the most because of how quickly it all occurred. So, let me try to describe each member from order to high-touching them. Oh, and another thing to note is that I was trying to secretly record them but was told to flip my phone with the screen facing outward (so that staff can prevent me from doing so), so I was fiddling around with my things before following my sister. Well, it turns out she already went through all the members before I finished fidgeting, so when I finally turned around for my turn, all the members were all looking at me with their hands out….awkward.
Taehyung: Since he was/is my bias, I was so nervous when I saw that he was first in line. When i went up to him, I made sure to take in every last bit of his presence and holy shit. THE MAN IS SOMEHOW EVEN MORE PERFECT IN PERSON THAN HE ALREADY IS IN ALL THE PHOTOS, VIDEOS, FANCAMS, ETC. Like, his eyelashes were so long, his eyes so deep and mesmerizing, and his hair–it looked like the softest, smoothest thing in the entire world. He’s honestly a lot more tanned in real life, almost like a golden bronze color, and his hands were literally twice the size of mine. When I said “hi, thank you,” he nodded and gave this lovely, wide smile, although it wasn’t that famous box smile of his. He also felt quite tall in comparison to my 5 foot 3 height.
Jungkook: Despite how much older he looks in recent photos, he actually still has some teenage boy-like features when you see him up close. Like, you can legit see the youthfulness in his face and I could even imagine seeing him walking around as one of the students at my university. When he said “thank you,” I was so honored to see his bunny teeth in person and damn, he was also EXTREMELY HANDSOME. Like, his jawline and adam’s apple were so prominent, although he did look a lot leaner than in photos (but still toned). His skin was an almost olive color and his hands were also humongous compared to mine.
Yoongi: This man is just really cute in person. He didn’t actually feel as small as I had expected but was indeed shorter than the other members next to him. But seriously, with the blonde hair and the lighting above us, HE LOOKED LIKE A TRUE ANGEL. His hair was so fluffy and his voice when he said “thank you for coming” was so low and sexy. Also, I would say that out of all the members, he and Taehyung were personally the most intimidating in terms of the feel they gave off. I don’t know; they just gave off this very masculine and important aura, though they weren’t acting arrogant at all. In addition, his skin was perfect and quite pale like everyone else always says.
Namjoon+Seokjin: As much as I hate to admit it, I barely remembered these two at the end due to the wreck I was experiencing after high-touching the first three members. All I really remember is Namjoon being very kind and Jin actually being quite calm and quiet. Both actually looked quite the same as in photos although Jin somehow seemed slightly prettier in person (how is that even possible).
Hoseok: He was honestly the member that surprised me the most in terms of appearance. LIke, photos, videos, etc. do not do a single bit of justice to him. I always considered him good-looking but not too special but boy was I wrong. HE IS FKCING GORGEOUS. PERIOD. Like, the man’s cheekbones are so flipping defined that I could cut vegetables with them. Not to mention HIS BEAUTIFUL SMILE. I almost went blind from seeing it right in front of me and no, that is not an exaggeration!! He was also the tannest member, like he had this lovely, healthy brown-ish glow to him.
Jimin: Last in line, was little chim chim, who was in fact, not so little. He was also one of those members that I didn’t find as attractive beforehand but I was proven wrong yet again. HE IS VERY GOOD LOOKING. The most memorable features were his eyes. When he looks at you, it’s like the entire world just freezes. I don’t know how he does it but he manages to give people one of the gentlest gazes I have ever seen. Like his entire being just seemed so kind-hearted and sweet. Despite being this amazing, ultra talented person, he somehow calmed you down for even the tiniest second with the warmth he gave off.
Extra Notes on High-Touch: Thinking back, all the members had the softest hands I’ve ever felt, especially Jimin. LIke they were as soft as baby butts. Another thing is that they all seemed thinner which kinda worried me but they still looked healthy and toned.
The Autograph Session:
This was my favorite part because we actually got to talk very briefly with each member. Again, I will describe things in order from first to last. Also, let me just mention that I tried to speak English as clearly and slowly as possible.
Hoseok: When I got to him, I told him “J-hope, you know you’re even more beautiful in real life.” Only later did I realize that this might’ve been an insult but that was not what I intended to make it sound like lol. In response, he showed me that beaming smile of his and said really loudly, “ah, thank you so much!” He honestly climbed up my bias list that night because of both his surprising beauty and amazing personality. The man is literally just as energetic and bubbly in person!
Jungkook: This little one destroyed the shit out of me. Since my sister was right before me, I actually heard her conversation with him. When she called him handsome, he literally said “thank you! You are so cute!”…she died. Then, when it was my turn, I also told him “Jungkook, you are so handsome!” to which he responded “thank you!” with a huge smile. Then, because this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I sucked in my embarrassment and asked “Jungkook, can you please call me noona?” I was so anxious until he used aegyo and said in a really cute voice, “NOONA!” You don’t understand, I literally squeaked and melted into a puddle of goo right there and then right there and then. Like, the boy made THIS EXACT FUCKING FACE–>
Because of him, I died and came back to life that night. He was legit the highlight (get it? ok im gonna stop being stupid) of the entire thing and now my second bias- I wanna stan him but am wavering due to my loyalty and love for Tae…what to do?!?!
Yoongi: I literally didn’t know what to say to him because of the fluttering I felt after talking to Kookie. So, I only managed to say, “I really love your music” to which he nodded his head with the tiniest smile. I’m pretty sure he didn’t quite hear/understand me lol.
Jimin: When I told him he was “very beautiful,” he said “oh thank you!” in the prettiest voice. If any of you have ever heard his calm, morning voice, that’s what it sounded like. It was almost a bit feminine and just so soothing to the ears. The perfect description for his voice is just PRETTY. He was just a really nice person and very considerate towards the fans <3 LIke, even while signing, he would look directly up at your eyes and smile enthusiastically.
Namjoon: I.am.so.stupid. Even though he was the member who spoke English fluently, I had the hardest time saying anything to him for some odd reason. He made fans feel comfortable and all that but due to my lack of competence, all I could say was “you’re amazing and I really love you.” In response, he chuckled a bit and said, “I love you too.“ with that big grin of his that he always does. Not to mention that his voice literally booms and sounded very manly.
Seokjin: Since we were all being extremely rushed towards the end of the line, I literally had no time to say anything except “you are so beautiful.” I don’t even remember if he replied but he did smile. Also, he really does have a tiny face- it’s so cute and rounded!
Taehyung: He was honestly the biggest disappointment and it wasn’t even his fault really. Since he was at the end of the table, all the unsigned posters were piled up in front of him. So, he sadly paid more attention to making sure he signed the posters than to the fans because staff would’ve scolded him otherwise. I couldn’t even say much to him because this one lady was going to make me skip him. However, I was not about to leave the line without talking to my favorite member so I resisted a bit and lingered long enough to say, “V, you’re my favorite.” Luckily, I said it loud enough so that he heard me so he quickly looked up from the posters to give a small smile. Not gonna lie; I was a bit sad that he didn’t exchange any words with me that night TT___TT
Meeting the members in real life is honestly such a different feeling from seeing them on a screen. They appeared so professional and serious but also performed just as well. Also, during the autograph portion, I could’ve said better words but just talking to them was too stressful LOLOL. Nothing is perfect, but in the grand scheme of things, it was an amazing night for me personally and something that I will never forget!
BTW, post-concert depression hit me way too hard lol.
A/N: This is the first of two parts for my “Werewolf Negan AU” prompt for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash‘s 2k Writing Challenge! Honestly this was so much fun to write, and I definitely got carried away with setting up the story before the smut even happens. I’m so happy I got the chance to combine my two favorite loves, Negan and werewolves, into one thirst-filled fic. I hope to have the second chapter posted during the weekend/early next week, but for now I hope you’ll enjoy this first part! :D
Warnings: Brief description of a murdered deer, blood, and the next chapter includes smut
After your great aunt had passed, it was discovered in her will that she left you the owner of her cabin in the woods. You vaguely remember the place from your childhood, a place your family had gone to on vacation once or twice to escape the hustle and bustle of everyday life.
In a way, you were escaping as well. Tired of the same daily routine of filing paperwork and attending yawn-inducing meetings, you decided to take the week off and catch up on some rest and relaxation in the cabin. No work, no people, no responsibilities. That was something you could get behind.
Unfortunately, the cabin wasn’t in a very car accessible area. You were forced to park in a communal lot that was a half hour walk away from where the cabin was. Grumbling, you slammed the trunk of your car and began to lug an entire week’s worth of clothes, food, and books toward the dirt path that led deeper into the woods.
my phone's favorite word to suggest after I type dex is "suffers", and if that ain't the brutal truth
(okay this probably wasn’t supposed to be a prompt but i’m going with it because I really want to write this, inspired by some things from this post - specifically the “fight me” part… which means this is all about wrestling in the attic I’m trash bye)
By the time Ransom and Holster finally bestow their dibs upon Dex and Nursey, Dex has fully come to terms with what that means for his level of suffering. He’s fully aware of how different living with Nursey will be compared to just spending time with him. There’s no escape, no storming off to his dorm dramatically, no punching his pillow, no jerking off in peace. That’s all over and done with. But living in the dorms is expensive, and in the Haus you just have to contribute to the grocery fund, and well, Derek Nurse isn’t that bad. He is one of Dex’s best friends after all. It’ll be fine. If Dex could share a bedroom with one of his brothers for four years, he can live with Nursey for two. It’ll be fine.
For the most part, it is fine. Or, it’s been fine so far, though Dex has only been living in the attic for a day and Nursey’s spent the past hour lugging all of his shit up the stairs. (Dex tried to help him but he quit after the third bag of throw pillows. If Nursey insists on having all this extra shit, he can carry it up himself). So Dex has been sitting on the top bunk, legs dangling off the side while he pretends to mess around on his laptop. He’s really listening to Nursey’s heavy footsteps on the stairs, trying not to smirk when he hears him trip, and determinedly not looking at the way his skin starts to shine with sweat by the fourth trip up the stairs.
“I call the closet,” Nursey huffs as his final box drops to the floor with a thud. Probably full of books, judging by the way the entire floor shakes.
“What?” Dex glares down at him from the bunk, glaring even harder when Nursey lifts the bottom of his tank top to his face, showing off a set of completely unfair abs.
“Well you know, it seems appropriate, since you already came out of it.” It’s kind of a funny joke, but Dex isn’t about to give Nursey the satisfaction of seeing him laugh. Plus, there’s more important things to worry about here, like how Nursey has decided to fucking commandeer the closet.
One change that I really dislike from book to show is that they had Jaime be the one to agree to Tywin’s demand that he marry someone.
In the books, when Cersei comes to Jaime in the WST and tries to talk him into telling Tywin he’ll marry Margaery, that’s a really foundational moment for his coming set of realizations about their relationship. It’s before he’s found out about the infidelity, and you can tell he finds it very confusing and horrifying. He doesn’t know quite what to do with this information. I mean, fifteen years ago she came to ask him to *not* marry someone (Lysa, she claimed, though considering the coy treatment of the idea in TWOIAF, I rather doubt it was Lysa at all, though I don’t think Cersei knew that) and to join the Kingsguard instead, so he could be with her, which of course…didn’t happen quite that way.
Now she’s asking him the opposite: quit the Kingsguard, marry Margaery, go to Casterly Rock…then she pleads that Tywin is sending her there too, so they can be together. Which makes no sense, of course, since she’s making it clear she’s trying to stay with Tommen in King’s Landing, through this exercise. Of necessity, this plot, if successful, would again result in one twin at CR, the other at the Red Keep. They’d switch places again. She knows it now. Did she know it the first time, too?
At the end of this scene there’s an attempt at fellatio, of course, and some insults. And the line where she claims she and Tyrion have both lied to him a thousand times.
He doesn’t begin to put this together until AFFC, of course. He’s learned about the infidelity, and one thing that I always find interesting is when folks don’t realize that his anger isn’t really about the cheating, per se. The scene from ASOS doesn’t begin to make real sense to him until AFFC. She comes to him in the Sept, and this time she’s hauled out the big guns. Costumes - the one that worked on him so well that one time. References to their night at the inn - and he registers two important things. One, of course, is that she doesn’t even remember where the inn was. But the other is that he has that clear thought: “She wants something of me.”
This isn’t a thought he’s put together about himself, before. And without learning about the affairs - which were clearly transactional sex - he couldn’t have put this truth together. Her relationship with him is also transactional, and always has been, since their very first sexual encounter (and it was their first. Age typical play between small children simply does not count).
So, the problem isn’t that Cersei has had transactional sex with other men. The problem is that Jaime has realized she’s had transactional sex with him, all along.
This is what Jaime means when he tells Hildy that he likes innocence in women. It isn’t about virginity. Neither Pia nor Hildy are virgins, and he likes them. But he doesn’t like Ami, and he doesn’t like Cersei right now, either. Surely neither of them have been with as many men as Pia and Hildy? But Pia and Hildy are honest. When Pia climbed in his bed, it was out of actual desire. Hildy is also up front about what she’s about.
But now with all this information he’s gathered? “Cersei wanted me to marry Margaery and leave the KG to help Cersei achieve a goal that she claimed was about being with me but simply logically speaking was not at all. She has come to me several times attempting to manipulate me into sex to help her achieve a goal. Was the night at the inn off Eel - not Weasel - Alley also about Cersei achieving a goal that had nothing to do with being with me at all? Cersei has slept with several others to achieve goals. She slept with my wannabe teenage doppelgänger, in fact, a boy who is pretty much a ruin now, to achieve a goal.”
Is it rather precious of Jaime to be so terribly put out that his incestuous treasonous nightmare of a relationship turned out to be a scam Cersei ran on him from the start? Well yeah. Each of us wants to think of ourselves as special snowflakes and we tend to find offenses that violate our sense of specialness particularly enraging.
But to simply dismiss his sense of loss and outrage - he gave up his life, his relationship with his father, his ability to have good memories of his mother, his chance to have a family of his own, his birthright *which we know from his memories and from his scene with Lancel he actually did and does want* - as being about simple sexual jealousy and a thwarting of his idealizing of Cersei as somehow sexually innocent is way way off base. When Cersei came to Jaime that night at the inn off Eel Alley - remember, this is an inn that has only been mentioned one other time in the series, as a place where Varys’s operatives have people taken (in AGOT, this is where one of his people take Cat and Rodrik), she was almost surely doing so because of a Varys plot to separate Jaime from Tywin, and thus finally piss Tywin off enough to get him to quit, while simultaneously giving Aerys enough of a sense of delight in having scored the ultimate blow that he’d finally ACCEPT the resignation.
Guys, the inn is the smoking gun. When a writer mentions a thing twice and each time jumps up and down pointing arrows at it, having characters make mistakes about it and being corrected by other characters about it, that is the author screaming at you to notice. Cat mistakenly believes Petyr has had her led there. Petyr says nope, not me! And in sweeps Varys. The inn off Eel Alley is his place. It is established as such in the very first book. It is a critical fact.
Now, all Cersei knew was that someone - probably someone very like Taena, which is why Varys sent Taena to her, he knows what works, and never let it be said that Varys doesn’t love to run the same scam over and over - had convinced her that if Jaime joined the Kingsguard, Tywin would no doubt pass over Tyrion and make Cersei his heir. We can see how that would appeal to Cersei. She’d been promised over and over she’d marry Rhaegar. Well, Rhaegar’s wife just gave birth. Perhaps Tywin had mentioned to her the idea of marrying Viserys. Wow, great. Is she to sit in KL for another ten+ years waiting for a child eleven years her junior to come of age to marry? Won’t they want to marry him off to someone young? So, sometime during her stay at Aerys’s court, she clearly acquired the idea of being Lady of Casterly Rock, and it seems logical that she acquired it at this point. Everything about the plot - the idea of dressing in costume, the location of the Inn, the line about the sleeping lion (how convenient of Ser Harlan to die in his sleep) being placed by the young lion, and the very fact that Cersei simply was incapable of interacting directly with Aerys to pull this off, playing to Cersei’s iatrogenic sense of superiority…it reeks of Varys. Cersei *today* wouldn’t pull together such a theatrical production. Varys, Varys, Varys.
And since we no doubt have Varys to thank for the whispers of the Tourney at Harrenhal being a plot to overthrow Aerys - without which Aerys would never have exposed his own madness and paranoia to the high lords - we can see that Varys pulled off the two necessary components that TWOIAF posits over and over were required to get the high lords to begin to contemplate overthrowing Aerys. Many think Rhaegar was behind it, but I believe Rhaegar was simply supposed to show up at the Tourney, be handsome and strong and as clueless about plots to overthrow his father (no, I do not believe at all that Southron Ambitions had any such agenda) as the lords themselves were, and find himself pressed into service. I mean, Rhaegar has spent 21 years at that point, not acting against his father. He’s watched his mother be imprisoned, raped, abused. He has yet to act. The simpler answer to, “Why did Rhaegar finally plan to act against his father at the Tourney?” is simple: he didn’t. Would’ve been a fine plan, if not for the one thing Varys never accounts for, of course: penis.
And here we move out of the theory portion of this post and into the pure fanfic portion.
Did Varys act alone, or was he someone else’s agent? I don’t know. He must’ve learned of Jaime and Cersei’s childhood play, and their mother’s reaction to it, from someone. But, he didn’t have to be told. The little birds seem to be in the walls of the queen’s chambers as of AFFC, and the one person we know knew of the twins issues - the Unnamed Princess of Dorne - had been at court while both Varys and Cersei were newly arrived, so surely she had conversations with Rhaella about Joanna’s daughter, which would’ve been overheard. I’ve long loved the idea of Rhaella having actual agency. Any plots that extend into Essos might have a Martell behind them, since they’re the Westerosi House with the closest continuing ties there, and both Doran and Oberyn were operating in Essos during the relevant time frame, including whatever machinations got Varys to the Red Keep in the first place. Nothing would make me happier than a Rhaella who did what she could to protect herself, her children, her grandchild, over the decade of her imprisonment, and men overlook women’s friendships, after all. The natural Rhaella agent would be the UP. We’ve already seen that the UP will answer a friend’s call for help with problems with their children and their husband, since she swiftly set out for Casterly Rock to help Joanna. And in fact, the UP is so much older than Joanna that the window for their attendance upon Rhaella doesn’t allow much room for overlap, since Doran is only around three years younger than Joanna. Fact is, Joanna and the UP were absolutely positively not “at court together as girls,” as Tyrion believes and Oberyn replies, “Just so.” A mistake from George? Maybe. Or intended to draw our eye. The connection between the UP and Joanna may be only through Rhaella. Perhaps the dismissed maid was sent not to Dorne, but to King’s Landing. Perhaps the UP imposed herself upon Tywin not simply out of loyalty to Joanna, but because her mission was on behalf of Rhaella herself.
And while I’ve seen many people dismiss Rhaella, it’s usually based upon Jaime’s line that her eyes had been closed for years, by the time Aerys was roasting people. And I’m like, really? What did fifteen year old Jaime Lannister know about the strength and resolve it took that woman to survive her husband and maintain for Viserys any sense of normalcy? Who cares what Jaime thought? If anything, Jaime’s opinion of Rhaella reads to me as evidence she was much more than he could possibly imagine. She had the loyalty of her ladies. At least one of her ladies rules in her own right, and while Aerys never allowed Rhaella to be alone with her own son, there is no reason to believe he was smart enough to not allow her to be alone with her friend the UP. And the UP is fifteen years or so older than Rhaella and Joanna. Plenty of years of wisdom and rule to help Rhaella out. If you’re looking for the agents behind the Defiance at Duskendale…I’m just saying, you might look at those two. From this angle, it isn’t difficult to imagine Rhaella noticing how easily manipulated Joanna’s daughter was, thinking about the Martells’ long ago journey to help Joanna with the twins, thinking about Cersei’s abuse of Tyrion which Oberyn and Elia surely reported to their mother, and deciding, do I further damage Joanna’s children, ruin her son’s life, to save my own young son, my own granddaughter? My sorry ass son Rhaegar continues to be the only one with the power to stop my insane husband, yet he continues to be a sorry ass. No hope he’ll man up in time to save any of us.
I will never stop laughing if the very fact that the Unnamed Princess is unnamed is simply another mask George architected. How important can a unnamed dead woman be? Lol. Bless him if so. But how truly tragic, if Rhaella and the UP were trying to save their children and grandchildren, and the result was the terrible murder of Rhaenys and Aegon. And if Varys was at all acting on their behalf, it explains why he seems particularly troubled by what happened to Rhaenys. And it lends new meaning to his claim to Kevan that what he has done, was “for the realm. For the children.” Poor babies.
swear to god, if your team is trying to distract me by using you, I’ll cut a
bitch.” “No seriously, I don’t
want to play.” His black hair tousled as he flailed is arms, as if to emphasise
his lack of interest for this activity.
so first of all, I don’t fucking know how paintball works (I had to watch a
game for like, three minutes at least). Second, excuse if I wrote this short,
theres another fic im posting after this that is considerably different to what I write and im looking
forward so much on posting it !! what u meme im a meme what a creative title
“Listen, Howell.” Dan
heard Chris growl nearby, almost making his eyes roll.
“Yeah, what?” He at least tried to sound not annoyed.
When Keith woke up, he, ironically, felt as if he were floating through space.
His whole body was numb for the first ten seconds, and then there was a dull ache, one that was growing, twisting, becoming less of an ache and more of a stab the tore through his entire body and left him breathless. The ringing in his ears dug into his brain, sending sharp thuds throughout his skull.
Letting out a whimper, he tried to move, not far, just enough to prove that he still could, because he didn’t know where he was or what had happened and he was getting more and more panicked becuase he needed to get OUT…
The only thing he could move was his head, and that took more effort than it should have. Groaning, he turned his head to the right, and his heart stopped for half a second.
“L-Lance?” he called out, wincing at how hoarse his voice was.
Lance wasn’t moving. His armor was broken in several places, including his helmet, and he was lying so, so still, but Keith could, much to his relief, see the faintest rise and fall of the blue paladin’s chest. Alive, yes. Conscious? Probably not.
But, much to Keith’s shock, Lance’s head turned, ever so slightly, in Keith’s direction, just enough that Keith could see his face, just as littered with cuts and bruises as the rest of his body probably was.
“Keith…” he slurred out, “Wha…wha happened…?”
Keith breathed out a shaky sigh of relief. “You’re awake…okay. Okay.” It wasn’t okay, but it was better than it had been originally, because at least Lance was AWAKE.
Lance frowned shakily, eyes searching, and Keith noticed how glazed they were. “W-Where are you…?”
“I’m right here, Lance,” Keith replied, cursing whatever had caused them to end up in this situation for putting him JUST outside of Lance’s line of view.
“…Can’t see you…”
“It’s okay, I can see you. Just…just stay awake, okay buddy? Don’t go to sleep. I’m…I’m gonna try to get us out of here…” Where WAS here? From what Keith could see, they were on a desolate planet, under a pile of debris, much of which, to his dismay, appeared to be from their lions.
And just then, he realized he was also hearing the telltale crackle of a broken comm.
Keith closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to calm himself.
Okay, it was okay, maybe Lance’s worked. He just had to get in touch with Shiro and the others, let them know what happened, tell them to HURRY, and then it’d be okay.
Keith jerked, his eyes flying open, and looked around frantically. There wasn’t anything there, nothing happened, but Lance was shouting his name over and over, sounding so terrified…
“Lance? Lance! Hey! What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
There was silence for a moment, the only sound being Lance’s heavy breathing, before he finally responded.
“Y-you…you stopped talking, and then you were just silent a-and I kept saying your name but you wouldn’t answer and it’s b-been HOURS…”
That…that couldn’t possibly be true. He’d just closed his eyes for two seconds so he could think, not hours…surely Lance’s head was just so scrambled that he wasn’t thinking straight…
There was no way he’d passed out. No way at all.
“Lance, hey, it’s alright, I’m fine, okay? I’m right here. Just calm down…just calm down.”
Though Keith’s words did little to soothe Lance, he did as he was told, breathing shakily.
“Okay…okay, good. Can you just…is your comm working?”
“No,” Lance replied miserably.
Keith felt his heart drop into the pit of his stomach. “W-what?”
“I tried…I tried to get in contact with Shiro when you…it doesn’t work. H-he didn’t hear me.”
So Lance had already tried to get in touch with Shiro. Keith felt his heart dropping lower and lower to make room for his panic.
“Stop saying that!” Lance wailed. “It’s not okay, and you know it! We…we’re gonna DIE-”
“-Don’t say that.” It was meant to be louder, firmer, but Keith could barely manage the whimper he let out, because as much as he hated to admit it, Lance was absolutely right, unless someone found them, they were gonna die. In the middle of nowhere. Alone.
Oh god, they had to get out of there…if only he could just FUCKING MOVE…
He couldn’t. Every time he tried his head started swimming and spinning violently and threatening to drag him back under, and that wasn’t an option. Someone had to keep Lance from passing out, and he was the only one there.
“L-Lance,” he called out softly. “Tell me…Tell me about your family.”
There was silence, and in a moment of panic, Keith thought Lance had finally given in, slipped into unconsciousness, before he finally responded.
“I have two younger siblings,” he began. “They’re twelve and seven. A…a brother and a sister.”
Keith sighed in relief, and spent the next…was it an hour? Two? Listening to Lance talk, tell him about his eleven aunts and uncles and twenty-nine cousins and how when he was little he used to spend the night at his older cousins’ houses and they’d secretly watch scary movies together. How his Tia Carmen made the best cookies on earth and how his Tio Jose sang at family gatherings while Lance’s mother played the guitar. How he’d cried when his Abuela died, and how he’d laughed when his father tripped over a toy ball and landed in the lake.
Then it was Keith’s turn. He couldn’t speak much about his family, since he didn’t remember any of them, but he could talk about how he moved in with Shiro and his mother when he was about thirteen, about Coco, Shiro’s black German Shepherd, who slept in the bed with Keith every night after Shiro left for the Garrison, who was the one who Keith hugged the hardest when he went to the Garrison, who was the only one who saw Keith again after he was booted. He could talk about the giant oak tree in the back yard that he’d fallen out of and broken his wrist. He could talk about the many nights he’d sneak into Shiro’s bed at night because he was scared that it’d be the last time he’d see Shiro before his mother decided Keith was too much of a problem and sent him back to the system.
Once he finished, they both sat in silence, whether because of a lack of things to say or just needing to comprehend what had already been said.
“…My family would like you,” Lance finally said, and Keith noticed his voice was starting to slur again. “No, they’d love you. Especially my siblings.”
“What, you want me to meet your family? Isn’t that something you’d say to your date?”
Lance laughed softly. “You…you’ve been spending too much time around me.”
No, he hadn’t spent enough, and now, Keith regretted that.
the reasons i believe kaisoo is real is how they keep doing their thing (touching, being close w/ each other, etc) and rub it on our face. usually, if you are being paired/shipped with someone you don’t like, you’ll be uncomfortable, even a male (ex-)idol from older generation time had said that he didnt like the idea being shipped with other member when his group was still active (he even “ugh”-ing when he mentioned this. and honestly it was more like crack-ship tbh, the fans just shipped them both out of nowhere i think, not hardcore), but not kaisoo, they seem just fine and chill with each other. no awkward “me no likey you, no homo bro” feelings ever linger on them, not a bit.
it’s obvious that they know about all these kaisoo ordeals going on internet; they’re often seeing playing w/ their gadgets (smartphones/ tablets) especially in airport, they had seen some kaisoo banners in concerts (like in mexico) and fanmeets (in china).
but they often doing this “gay things” when fanservice isnt required, like all the members just chilin and answering the damn questions but they are busy flirting, eyefucking and releasing sexual tension. and when they’re on stage they do things like glancing then biting lips (soo), turning head like an owl to see his other half on the other side of stage (jongin), make sure the other is close (ksoo koala-ing jongin and jongin following soo like a puppy), or those ‘lemme appreciate how pretty your lips are’ moments . those shit aint fanservice because it’s so goddamn subtle to be one, u need at least to be a casual shipper to notice those shit. doing fake kiss or hugging them out of nowhere, that’s fanservice.
and dont tell me SM trying to sell kaisoo gheiness for money, cuz i aint buying it, first: commonly the company would “sell” their idols w/ “ideal boyfriend/girlfriend material” image. why? it sells more, many horny teenagers prefer oppa is my boyfriend > oppa is another oppa’s boyfriend, second SM doesnt even promote kaisoo in the first place, SM original ship is baeksoo (or the rumor said) and SM pushes taekai more to public, if SM does ship kaisoo, then why the fuck kaisoo wasn’t paired in ‘playboy’ dance? SM is a big company and i guarantee you they know about spazzing and glorifying kaisoo ritual on internet, it should be a gold mine to be exploited (hell kaisoo shippers are so thirsty even the whole pacific ocean couldnt sate them, lots of cash surely would be thrown just for buying kaisoo merch, i guarantee you, even kaisoo shippers had managed to buy a star so they could name it kaisoo good fucking god how rich this fandom is), but SM doesnt do it (they just sometimes pair these two, but it’s so rare, rare as raichu card), as if something would happen if they did, something that would got out of hands.
also ksoo had (or still has?) gay rumors and ofc he blatantly denied them so hard, it makes him become even more suspicious. like, just chill dude, the radio host just asked what kind of men that considered good (i think thats the question, i dont really remember) and he answered “i don’t know i’m not into men” like whatthefuck, even suho answered the question “a man that do this and that is considered a good man”. no need to go panic mode immediately. so why ksoo doesnt stay the fuck out from jongin cuz them being together screams gay so hard. those rumors should’ve alerted him, buutttt noooo, they keep being joined at the hip. (and he continues to koala-ing at jonginnie)
also, again, there’s this video/gifset about chanyeol said jongin didnt like ksoo, bc ksoo didnt want to look at him when they talked. ksoo claimed his astigmatism caused this. mother-fucking-puh-lease. until this day ksoo still has astigmatism and u know what he does? he stares the fuck out of people/object (mostly MC and monitor screen), but why not with jongin then? if his astigmatism caused him not to look at people then why only jongin? why other members dont complain about this? honestly? plus isnt astigmatism causes your vision to be blurred? fucking blurred.he was supposed to not being able to see jongin clearly bc astig-fucking-matism causing his vision to be blurred. why he chose not to look at jongin instead? hmm? there’s this video saying he had a crush on a friend (mind you, he didnt mention it was a girl, the host did) when he was on his 3rd year of highschool. exo debuted 2012, ksoo joined SM 2010 (he was on his 2nd year of highschool, according to wikipedia, i know wikipedia full of fuckery sometimes but i think this is correct), so it means when he was on 3rd year, it was already 2011 and exo is already formed by that time, meaning the members already being introduced to each other. i bet they were busy preparing their debut and shit, meaning they met a LOT. sure lots of ppl said “woa who’s the lucky girl?” and many would rebut me and my petty delulu argument by saying “ksoo mentioned the “friend” he crushed on was from different class, the crush was from the same school !” or “theres this photo of him with the girl”, mm-hmm, but let me remind you the host mentioned the class thingy first (she asked “is the friend from the same class?” ksoo said “no, from different class”–he could imply something else, maybe class as it means school–different school that certain someone went to) and for the photo, well the photos of him with certain someone (alone, just both of them) appear to be more intimate than he with the girl (and other students). just connect the dots, darling.
i’m sorry i know as you read this you prob think that this girl is so delulu even the lord and savior cant save her anymore, this thing was supposed to be short but god forbade me and told me to preach the truth (well, not really),
jokes aside, this is just my kaisoo theory, bc what kaisoo shippers do when there’s no new post on kaisoo tag? they either do fanfic (write/read), fanarts or sputtering nonsense on their blog like kaisoo trash they are /sobs and wailing how do i get off from this ship? HOW?? should i just jump in the ocean of feels?/
btw sorry for grammar mistakes and etc hope my post does make sense, i’ve been thinking about this a lot lately and it bugged me to keep it inside the jar, so i decided to spill the drink here
This is my secret Valentine fic for frozeneater. They wanted SoMa fluff, which I hope I delivered with this. Sorry it took so long for me to post it. I had trouble with writing and stressing, but it’s done. I hope you like it :) and Happy late Valentine’s Day!!
Warning: cussing from Soul does happen in the beginning
He draped his body on the grocery cart handle while Wes decided on which cereal they needed, or which one didn’t have the greatest amount of sugar if only to spite his younger brother. It wasn’t his fault he had ruined Wes’ chance with the cute neighbor; how the hell was he supposed to know that the guy had a fucking huge ass dog? If anyone should be mad it was Soul. Wes knew he hated dogs after an incident with their mom’s Australian shepherd when they were younger.
“Can you hurry the fuck up?” Soul asked from his position.
Wes sighed as he stood akimbo in the aisle, shaking his head at the various rows of boxes before him. “None of them seem right, little brother. They’re all too sweet for you, and you know I have to look out for you. As your older brother, it is my duty to do so which means I must uphold that duty–”
“Shut the fuck up, you dickwad, and pick something!” he growled out. “God knows we’ve been in this store long enough so hurry the fuck up.”
“Alright, alright. Cool down, Mister Bossypants. I’ll pick out a damn cereal already.”
“Fucking finally,” he said as his brother tossed a box of Frosted Flakes into the cart. At least he hadn’t pissed him off so much that he picked out the super bland Cheerios box.