if i explained anything wrong just let me know!

six-word sentences.
  • frankly speaking, i wanna give up.
  • they love me cause i’m hot.   
  • just try to guess the answer.
  • everyone here knows you don’t care.
  • fine, do things your way.
  • i want to be in love.
  • no, i would rather make money.
  • shut up already, i’m not going.
  • because you said that, fuck you!
  • i hate you more than anything.
  • just sit down? let me explain?
  • can i be a little nasty?
  • there’s nothing wrong with being sexual.
  • i want you to like me.
  • don’t you dare lie to me.
  •  i’m way too scared to fall.
  • terrified of my love for you?
  • we were both afraid, shut up.
  • it wasn’t anyone’s fault. not really.
  • life’s too short to care anymore.
  • i dreamt about you last night.
  • really? what did you dream about?
  • i dreamt you chose me instead.
  • how did you become like this?
  • this isn’t any of your business.
  • i’m losing my mind, losing control.
  • you weren’t there! i needed you!
  • please don’t start with me, okay?
  •  why do you always leave me? 
  • this is all we have left.
  • i turned around. you were gone.
  • all i can think about is you.
  • wow, you look like shit today.
  • i called and you didn’t answer.
  • i wanna be a child forever.
  • today, my love is in mourning.  
  • your words felt like sharp knives.
  • “ say something nice or don’t speak. 
Moments. Chapter 2: Together

Idea explained here

You can read all the parts here

Prompt: future fic: how Sana and Yousef really get together… hope you decide to write it!


Chapter 2: Together

-x-

She arrived at 4pm sharp. He was already there, sitting on the same place where they had talked a few weeks ago. As soon as he saw her, he stood up, nervously fidgeting with his shirt. Sana approached him with a serious expression. Yes, she knew now the truth, she knew he liked her –at least that’s what Noora said- she knew why the kissed had happened, she knew that he wasn’t with Noora. But that didn’t erase the fact that she had been suffering almost three weeks about that, it didn’t erase the fact that even though he liked her, he had kissed another girl instead of talking to her. So Sana thought that would allow her to make that boy suffer a little bit while having fun about it.

“Hey, thank you for coming” Yousef said

He looked like he was about to do the most important job interview of his life. Sana almost felt bad for him and she hadn’t even opened her mouth yet.

“Sure”

“Should we sit?” Yousef asked

“Don’t think that’s necessary”

“I have to tell you something important, it might take awhile”

“You really don’t have to tell me anything. I already know” Sana said

You…know? What, what exactly do you know?” he stuttered

“I know about Noora” she said crossing her arms on her chest

Yousef widened his eyes in surprise, he wasn’t expecting that.

“Did she tell you?”

“She didn’t have to. I saw you.”

“What?” Yousef felt his heart pounding on his chest

“I saw you kissing Noora”

“Sana, I can explain”

“You don’t have to explain anything. I saw you kissing Noora and I also know you met her on Sunday, I heard Adam and Mikael talking about it”

“What? No, no, you got it all wrong”

“You think I’m stupid?” Sana asked raising an eyebrow

“Of course not, but you misunderstood it”

“So you do think I’m stupid, great”

“I don’t think you’re stupid Sana. I just need you to let me explain what happened”

“So now you’re saying that I don’t let you talk, wow”

“No, this is all coming out wrong” Yousef said brushing his hair with his fingers, a nervous manner he had.

“I’m telling you, Yousef, you don’t have to explain anything to me”

“I do, I do have to explain it to you. Just give me a chance”

“I already know what I need to know”

“Sana please…”

“Yousef, I know everything and nothing you say is going to change my mind”

“Just hear my version, please, that’s all I’m asking” he said almost begging

Sana looked at him, he really looked like he was suffering. As much as she was enjoying the moment she thought maybe it was time to give him a rest.

“I already know that. I know that you kissed Noora because you thought I didn’t like you. I know you stopped the kiss because you didn’t feel anything about it. I know you met Noora on Sunday so you could tell her that you don’t like her. And I know you told her you like me”

Yousef took a time to process all the information. He stood there, his mouth slightly opened, blinking really fast repeating all the conversation on his head.

“What?” he whispered

Sana’s lip slowly curved into a big smile that ended with her laughing.

Fy faen, Sana!” he said covering his face with his hands making her laugh even harder “I thought you were pissed at me, why would you do that?”

“I just wanted to make you suffer a little bit” she said shrugging

“You’re so mean” he said shaking his head but smiling a lot more relieved.

“Hey, I’ve spent three weeks crying, you’ve only suffered like 5 minutes. I think it’s fair”

Yousef’s face dropped

“You’ve been crying?” he asked “because of me?”

“It wasn’t just because of you, don’t get too cocky” she joked

“Sana, I’m serious”

“So am I, but that doesn’t mean we have to keep a straight face right now. Yes, I’ve been crying but now I’m laughing, isn’t it nice?”

“It is. But I hate myself for making you suffer”

“Hey, like I said, it wasn’t just about you” she said taking a step closer.

“So Noora told you I like you…” Yousef said slightly blushing

“Is it true?” Sana asked hesitantly

“You really need to ask?”

“I don’t want to make assumptions anymore, I want to hear it from you”

“Okay, I, Yousef Acar, declare that I like you, Sana Bakkoush” he said solemnly

Sana shook her head and rolled her eyes

“Wow, I tell you I like you and that’s your answer? Harsh”

“That was my answer at you being such a dork. My answer at you liking me is this: I like you too, Yousef”

“Really?” he said raising an eyebrow

You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?”

He just smiled and shrugged while Sana rolled her eyes again and sighed.

“I, Sana Bakkoush, declare that I like you, Yousef Dork Acar” she said with a smug smile

“Good enough” he said laughing

They both stared at each other while smiling, it was their specialty.

“So…what does this mean?” Sana dared to asked

“What do you want it to mean?”

“Really?” she asked glaring at him

“Okay, I’ll start. I want to be with you Sana, like properly be with you.” He said taking a step closer

“You mean like….”

“I mean like dating”

“Sounds cool” Sana said nodding

“Sounds cool?” he said shaking his head, that girl was going to be the end of him.

“Yeah, I’d like to be with you” Sana said

“You mean like…” he imitated her

“Yes, I mean like dating”

“Sounds cool” he nodded

“Two things though” Sana warned

“Go ahead”

“First, you have to promise that we won’t make assumptions anymore, that we will talk to each other before reacting. If we don’t do that I don’t think this is going to work”

“I promise and I totally agree. What’s the second one?”

“We can’t tell anybody yet. Not until we know for sure that this…us…is going to work. I don’t want to add more pressure than we already have”

“Okay, okay, I get it. We’ll tell them whenever you’re ready”

Sana nodded, there was still one more thing she wanted to tell him, one thing that may scared him away.

“Yousef…there’s one more thing” she said looking at the floor “I’m not…I’m not like other girls…there’s stuff…there are certain things that I don’t…that I won’t do…I mean…”

“Hey, hey, hey. Sana look at me” Yousef said understanding what she was referring to. “Sana please look at me”

She took a deep breath and looked at his eyes feeling her heart beating faster and faster.

“You don’t have anything to worry about. I’m not here because of that stuff. All I want is to be with you, spend time with you, talk to you. You’ll be the one putting the limits and I’ll respect them, I promise, you have nothing to worry about. I would never do anything that could make you uncomfortable”

“And what if…?” she said but didn’t end the sentence. What if he got tired of her?

“It won’t happen. I promise you.” He said slowly while looking at her eyes making sure she’d understand it.

“Okay” she whispered

“Yeah?”

Yes”

-x-

Hope you’ve liked it 

Thanks for reading♥

So for no particular reason I’ve been trawling through a bunch of shitty superhero movies/TV shows on Netflix and Amazon lately and it’s just really reminding me of the pattern cropping up in lot of big ol’ Hollywoodish productions that in theory seems to be following the “give your female characters meaningful connections with male love interests so they’re not just passive objects of desire” approach, but in practice these ‘meaningful connections’ are invariably “have your female characters take on the entirety of the emotional labor of the relationship”. 

Like, yes, please, let the female character make big decisions about what’s going on in her life and the plot and whatnot. But is the studly dude constantly coming to the female character for advice, is she pulling him back from the darkness, is she the one making all the decisions about what is and isn’t an appropriate response for him to have to a situation? Is the dude a passive reactor to his life, sitting back in baffled shock as his relationships fall apart around him, until an Emotionally Mature Woman comes to the rescue and explains to him everything he’s been doing wrong? 

That’s not reciprocal, man. That’s the grown-ass dude your best friend’s dating who’s never in his life done his own laundry. When they’re ostensibly prepping for a dinner party, he plants himself in front of the TV and says, “Hey, let me know if I can help with anything, I will absolutely help with anything you need,” or after a fight he very earnestly says, “Just tell me next time something’s wrong,” but he is never willing to put in the effort to be proactive about contributing to the relationship in any way. These dudes are blissfully ignorant that the effort needed for their partner to plan and manage and coordinate all these things on top of her own emotional baggage, not to mention having to work out how to communicate them, is practically a full-time job in and of itself.

Just, oh god, if you’ve gotta write dudes, please start writing dudes who are emotionally competent?

Who Told? || Archie Andrews

Originally posted by riverdaledaily


word count : 791

pairing : Archie Andrews x Fem.Reader

summary : “We were friends we were younger but it’s been years; how did you know I was in the hospital?”

warnings : car wreck?, hospitals?


      You had just wanted to see your best friends; the ones that you had to leave so long ago but everything happened rather quickthere was light then nothing at all. You were singing loudly to the radio and trying to stay awake since you’d been driving all day long trying to get back to the town you were born in; but singing wasn’t enough and your eyes were beginning to actually hurt from being so tired. You had done the right thing; pulled over on the side of the road to get some rest but the drunk driver that had been coming wasn’t so smart and smashed right into the front of your car. 

   You hadn’t even realized what happened as you must have been knocked completely unconscious from the hit but when you did wake up it was to the smell of  sterile air and a bright light shining in your eyes. Of course you could recognize instantly where you were; or at least where you hoped you were cause you did not kidnapped by some serial killer or something. You finally opener your eyes and to your relief it was a hospital and not some killer’s weirdly clean basement. 

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BSD Light Novel: Dazai Osamu and the Dark Era (Prologue, 1/3)

A few things to start off: I’m translating this from the Chinese novels to English. Chinese is my mother tongue while English is my first language. I’ve had formal education, but understandably some things are lost in translation from Japanese > Chinese > English. I’ll do my best to explain them, but please enjoy this with a teaspoon of salt. I try to keep to the original intent as much as English grammar will allow, but the gist is more or less there. For this part, I haven’t had much trouble other than one part, which I’ve added a postscript note for.

Please don’t hesitate to shoot me an ask if anything sounds wrong or looks weird! If anyone wants to proofread these for me I’d be eternally grateful. I’m doing these at my own pace, so if anyone wishes to help out just let me know, I’d be more than happy to join forces.

Without further ado.

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“Pray You Catch Me”….Pt. 3

Silence filled the room as Moses shook his head in disbelief. Cay walked over to the couch, taking a seat, while I continued to glare….Damn, I know how to pick em. The pain I’m feeling right now is unimaginable and I know there’s only more to come. Levi was right, hell, even my mother was right…Moses was not to be trusted. A filthy rich playboy becoming the man of my dreams?? Humph, yeah right, I feel like a damn fool. This chick is pregnant with his baby and he’s been hiding it from me all along. I guess what they say is true…Everything done in the dark eventually comes to light. Since Asia told her it was okay to come here and she appears to be pretty far along, it’s clear that everything Trisha claimed was true. He got Cay pregnant during the few months we spent broken up and used Asia to try to convince her into getting an abortion. This shit is all around fucked up…For her, the baby, and me. I know he’s going to try, but there’s nothing that can fix our relationship at this point. He chose to lie and scheme instead of manning up. The only reason why I’m still standing here is because I want to hear the truth, coming from him.

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On History and Parents

Summary: Jack takes Bitty to Montréal to meet his parents. A non athletic!Jack fic, where grad student and history nerd, Jack Zimmermann meets the cute Samwell student/baker Eric Bittle at the Bread and Butter Bakery. Final part of the On History and Pie series.  Also on A03

“Maman?”

“Jack, sweetheart! I was actually going to call you this evening. How’s school?”

“Euh, it’s good. Busy but good. I have a presentation coming up for the Historical Society.”

“That’s wonderful. What’s the topic?”

“Churchill and America– but that’s not the reason I’m calling.”

“Oh?”

“No. I… met someone.”

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Alicia walked into the kitchen where Bob was slicing some fennel which he was going to braise and serve with meyer lemon and parmesan.

“Bobby?”

“Hmm?” The sharp sweet scent of fennel filled the kitchen.

“I just got off the phone with Jack.”

“How is he?” Bob said as he continued his prep work.

Alicia stood still, feeling somewhat stunned and giddy.

Bob stopped working and rested the knife point down onto his cutting board. “What? What is it? Is he okay?”

“He’s in love.”

“What?” Bob replied, a wide grin and look of disbelief blooming on his face.

“He’s seeing someone, and he’s in love.”

Bob wiped his hands on his apron, and walked up to Alicia.

“Are you sure?” he whispered.

Alicia nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! I asked him twice because I assumed I may have misheard him. Bobby… he’s serious about this. He actually said, ‘I’m in love with him, maman.’ Love, Bobby! Can you believe it? Love!”

And in that moment, hockey legend and multi-Stanley Cup winner, Bad Bob Zimmermann held his wife, Alicia Zimmermann’s, hands and jumped up and down like an excited five-year-old at his own birthday party.

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six-word sentences.

blueneighbcrhood:

  • frankly speaking, i wanna give up.
  • they love me cause i’m hot.   
  • just try to guess the answer.
  • everyone here knows you don’t care.
  • fine, do things your way.
  • i want to be in love.
  • no, i would rather make money.
  • shut up already, i’m not going.
  • because you said that, fuck you!
  • i hate you more than anything.
  • just sit down? let me explain?
  • can i be a little nasty?
  • there’s nothing wrong with being sexual.
  • i want you to like me.
  • don’t you dare lie to me.
  •  i’m way too scared to fall.
  • terrified of my love for you?
  • we were both afraid, shut up.
  • it wasn’t anyone’s fault. not really.
  • life’s too short to care anymore.
  • i dreamt about you last night.
  • really? what did you dream about?
  • i dreamt you chose me instead.
  • how did you become like this?
  • this isn’t any of your business.
  • i’m losing my mind, losing control.
  • you weren’t there! i needed you!
  • please don’t start with me, okay?
  •  why do you always leave me? 
  • this is all we have left.
  • i turned around. you were gone.
  • all i can think about is you.
  • wow, you look like shit today.
  • i called and you didn’t answer.
  • i wanna be a child forever.
  • today, my love is in mourning.  
  • your words felt like sharp knives.
  • “ say something nice or don’t speak. 

anonymous asked:

What the last anon was trying to say was, in less words, that 'compulsory heterosexuality' is a term used by biphobes and TERFs to erase bisexuality. I think perhaps they were just letting you know so that you didn't unknowingly offend someone in the future. ^^

Just gathering things from what people have remarked about the ask, I feel like the wording wasn’t the best, and maybe telling a lesbian who just came to terms with her sexuality that she might be bi when she had already tried out that label wasn’t the best thing to do. I feel like it was just poor wording, the message kind of rubbed me the wrong way but thanks for explaining it a bit more!! Hopefully I don’t sound rude or anything oh my gosh I’m really anxious now

anonymous asked:

Could you do headcanons or whatever about the RFA + V & Saeran with an asexual s/o who's dragonkin? (Dragonkin is a person who identifies or feels a deep connection with dragons, and sometimes can remember their past life as a dragon.) Sorry if this is too much, or oddly specific!

(heyo!! I made some research here, but I’m not 100% absolutely sure of stuff so if there’s anything wrong here, please let me know! also this is only main rfa because since i’m not too familiar i don’t want to accidentally go Overboard)

Yoosung

  • he’s the one who understands it the fastest
  • it only takes a bit of explaining when he starts getting the idea
  • he’s an amazing listener
  • sometimes, he likes to just. sit down and listen to MC tell him about their memories if they feel like it
  • he just thinks MC is the coolest

Jaehee

  • at first, she isn’t too sure of what MC is trying to tell her
  • luckily, she’s good at communicating with MC, and after a bit of talking, she has a good grasp on the concept of dragonkin
  • she also has a pretty good understanding of asexuality
  • if there’s anything she’s learned in life, is that finding who one is can be the best things to do, so she’s overall happy MC knows themselves so well 

Zen

  • he has to ask MC to explain a couple of times
  • he tries his best to memorize the definition so he can talk about it with MC and sound cool and informed
  • but he is respecting from day one since MC tells him
  • he’s super interested in the whole concept, and finds MC’s past memories and life amazing

Jumin

  • he might not be quick to wholly understand
  • but he will ask until he understands
  • honestly this is way different from what he was raised with (his conservative family probably didn’t even really bother mentioning anyone who wasn’t a Straight Society-Approved Person Of Their Standards ™) but he’s willing to learn about it because he loves MC
  • he buys MC lots of fancy jewelry because since they were a dragon in a past life and dragons like diamonds and stuff? it makes sense right?somehow?
  • also buys those ace shirts with cheesy puns in bulk because he doesn’t know which one MC would prefer but he wants them to be a surprise

707

  • just goes “ok that’s super cool”
  • he doesn’t think too much of it
  • not in a dismissive way, more like in a “cool this is who you are so i’m gonna respect you and love you but also I won’t make a huge deal out of it” way
  • he will make a dragon pun here and there
  • and also ace puns using decks of playings cards
  • but overall he’s pretty casual about it 
Berries & Citrus Fruit

Bucky x reader One Shot

You and Bucky have developed a system that lets either of you understand what the other is feeling during e.g. a nightmare and somehow it contains fruit.

warnings: a teeny tiny bit of language and  f l u f f

A/N: it’s currently 10:14 pm as I’m typing this and I am so tired I can’t even remember writing this fic. which means it probably makes no sense what so ever and should not be published but, things happen that don’t even happen. my exhaustion could also be the reason for this fic being based on fruit

Originally posted by coporolight

You were pulled out of your sleep by a guttural scream, like most nights.

The scream was followed by a few much quieter one’s, before they slowly changed into mumbled words you would never be able to fully understand. As you pushed his long hair aside to get a look at his face to try to see what kind of dream it had been, you found yourself met with the beautiful facial features of your boyfriend scrunched up in pain, and it broke your heart. You had lost count how many nights like that happened and you wished to be able to determine and end to them.

Once again, your hands softly stroked through the thick curls, this time one hand moving under his chin to turn his face upwards in your direction.

Being met with the sight of you, Bucky seemed almost surprised. The first few times his nightmares had shaken the both of you awake, you had felt hurt. You had thought he was surprised that you were still there with him, as if you had an intention to leave. As if seeing him this defenseless could ever make you leave him, reject him.

“Which fruit, darling?”, you asked, carful to form the words slowly, so that he would be able to understand them more easily. Years ago, the morning after a particularly bad nightmare, you had sat down to determine a system for the both of you to understand. The system was supposed to be simple words that either of you would be able to focus on in difficult situations. And because you had sat down at the dining table were a bowl of fruit had been, you decided to use fruit as your so-called code words.

“Can you tell me a fruit?” You willed your voice to sound as soft as possible, and it sounded silly without context, hell, even with sometimes, but it was the only thing that really helped.

Bucky blinked a couple of times to get rid of the tears in his eyes. “Str-“ He tried to swallow away the heavy lump in his throat. “Strawberry.”

You sighed heavily, closing your eyes. Most nights it was ‘Strawberry’. It meant that, in his dream, he had seen you in danger. Most times he was the one to be the reason. Usually, he didn’t really say what he had seen, which is why he liked the fruit-system. This way, he didn’t need to relive the nightmares by talking about them. It gave him the opportunity to push it aside and focus on reality.

And reality in that moment was being in your arms as you slowly rocked him from side to side, slowly lulling him into relaxation.

“Fruit?”, he asked, mumbling the question tiredly.

“Blueberry,” you replied and suddenly felt him slump beneath your fingers. ‘Blueberry’ was good. ‘Blueberry’ meant you were safe and happy. It was all he ever wanted to hear from you. “You?”

“Orange. Bit Lime.” Bucky’s words were becoming more and more sleepy.

“That’s okay.” You knew that it was just a matter of minutes before he would fall asleep again, hopefully for the whole night this time. “We should go back to sleep. Long day tomorrow.”

He nodded against your chest and let you move him into a laying position.


Your phone rang whilst you were in the middle of shuffling the deck of cards in your hand. It was a night out – or rather in, as you were at one of your friend’s apartment – with your friends after having to decline multiple times for the sake of staying with Bucky. It was not like he kept you away from them, but you simply felt more comfortable when you knew that he had someone who would be there for him when he needed it. On this particular night, Bucky had gone on a mission with Steve and Sam, which gave you the opportunity for a girl’s night.

And the knowledge that Bucky was not one hundred percent safe right now made you excuse yourself and quickly grab your phone. Normally, you would just let it ring, but it could be an emergency.

And you knew that it was one the second you moved your finger across the screen to answer. Because even though it was Bucky’s name that indicated him to be on the other end of the line, it wasn’t his voice who spoke.

“Y/N, it’s me,” Sam said, “We’ve got a bit of a situation here.” Although you instantly recognized him, the familiarity did nothing to help you feel less on edge.

“What happened?”, you rushed out, needing to now how bad it was.

“Bucky, he- I think he had a nightmare.”

“Oh god.” You had prayed that this wouldn’t happen, but of course, it did. Not being able to keep still anymore, you stood up and took a deep breath. “Tell me exactly what happened and what he the situation is right now.”

You heard shuffling on the other end and were about to freak out when Sam’s voice sounded through the speaker again. “He woke up screaming. We tried to calm him down by talking to him, but all he said was some nonsense with your name in it. He’s still doing that now and I think he’s crying, too. He won’t listen to either of us, not even Steve.”

You felt your won tears prickling in the corners of your eyes because you felt helpless. One of your friends came closer to ask you what was wrong, but you brushed her off with a half-assed smile.

“Okay, Sam. Give him the phone.”

Once again, you heard rustling, slightly louder this time, before it stopped and turned into heavy breathing.

“Buck?”, you asked cautiously, hoping to snap him out of his current state. He didn’t answer, so you tried again. “Which fruit, love?”

You didn’t notice your friend exchanging glances, and even if you had, you wouldn’t have cared one bit. All your focus was solely on Bucky, who replied, finally.

“Strawberry.” You could hear the cracking in his voice perfectly clear and your system is flooded with and even stronger desire to be there with him right now. “Lime.”

“Blueberry, Bucky,” you promised him and he, in return, took in a sharp breath.

“You sure?” His voice was small, but sounded clearer now, not anymore like he was being strangled.

“Blueberry,” you simple stated again because you knew it would be easier for him to grasp.

You heard him sigh somewhat contentedly, “Blueberry.”

“Do you think you can go back to sleep or do you need me to talk to you some more?”

“More,” was all he said but understood just fine. You softly rambled to him about your day for a few minutes until you could hear steady breathing that indicated that he had fallen asleep and were handed back to Sam.

“What did you say to him? All he did was name berries and he was calm again.” The astonishment was evident in his voice when he spoke to you again.

“We have a fruit system to that we know how the other is feeling. Mine’s are those his are citrus fruit.” A smile found its was onto your lips as you could practically see the look on Sam’s face.

“Why fruit?”

“Dunno, it just happened that way.” You found yourself chuckling, although it could be because of exhaustion and a bit of adrenalin in some extend.

Sam quietly joined in. “Berries and citrus fruits. You two are weird.”

“You know that strawberries are technically nuts, right?”

You are nuts, Y/N.”


The system explained in amazingly well structured full English sentences:

Blueberry = you safe & happy

Cranberry = you scared

Strawberry = you in danger

Orange = Bucky safe & happy

Lime = Bucky scared

Lemon = Bucky in danger


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A Revival

It’s not often that I write a long post on here, but today is one of those days.

I did nothing this week. I wasn’t motivated, I wasn’t inspired. I slacked on schoolwork, didn’t stick to my routine (which always makes me happier and more productive) and felt a little lost. 

This post is a little bit like a post from @glorious74 a few days ago, and here’s why. I came to the conclusion that I was in a rut, I wasn’t doing anything about it. In the constant battle of self control versus laziness, laziness won this week. If you’re in a situation like me, you can’t just wait for the rut to pass. If you want it to end, you have to end it yourself. And unfortunately, that takes a lot of self control. A thing I lacked this week. 

Let me explain what went wrong, not because you want to know this, but because I want you to know this. Learn from my mistakes. So this is hopefully even a little inspirational.

My daily routine is to wake up at 5:45 AM every day, so I can get a run in and go to the gym before class at 8:30 AM. This might sound crazy, and it kind of is, but getting this exercise in gives me a lot of energy and puts me in the right mindset every day (like I have already conquered waking up early, what can’t I do then?!).

 After class, I work on school or writing if I don’t have schoolwork . Either until it’s done or until 9 PM, at nine I prepare my breakfast and lunch for the next day and then grab a good book and read until it’s time to go to bed at 10 PM. (how else am I supposed to survive waking up at 5:45). 

As you can probably guess, I didn’t stick to it this week. Failing works like a domino effect, you miss one day and if you don’t recover quickly everything crumbles. This week it crumbled (lol). I slept in on Tuesday, so I couldn’t go for my run or go to the gym. It happened again on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. And as the week progressed, my motivation and inspiration to work on school or writing after class died out. So I did what most people of my age do, I watched Netflix, procrastinated and wasted my time.

Thursday I made the commitment to do better on Friday, I failed. I knew I wanted to get back to work and be productive, but the weather wasn’t really helping and I just wasn’t quite ready.

Yesterday I made the commitment to do better today, when I woke up this morning, I said something to myself, to help me stay awake and not crawl into bed again, inspired by something I heard on a ted talk once. “Comfort doesn’t lead to greatness.” 

In this context, comfort was my bed. I wanted to sleep. And greatness was waking up, sticking to my routine and to get to work. But in the bigger picture, comfort is doing whatever I want, not sticking to schedules and not accomplishing my goals. And greatness is the grades I want to obtain on my finals. The book I want to edit and publish. The college career I want to pursue in the United States. 

So I got up, got my run in, had a good breakfast and went to the gym, it went a little slower than usual, but I did it. As I’m writing this, I just got back from the gym and I’m feeling motivated. The little self control I exercised this morning paid off. 

Moral of the story: self control is key to be successful. If you feel like you’re in a rut, sit yourself down and make a commitment for tomorrow. To do better, to do what you feel and think you should be doing. And then do it. It sounds so easy, but it is so very hard. But I promise you, it will feel so good to do what you feel like you should be doing, to do what you think you should be doing. To be in sync basically (#HowToBeABawseReference).

I’m going to close out this blogpost by making another commitment. I’m committing to being more active on this platform, because as you probably have noticed, I haven’t been on here a lot. I also would love to get more involved in the Authortube/Writeblr community. So if you have a (deep) conversation sparking question for me (it can be a very deep question you wouldn’t usually ask a “stranger”, like what would your perfect day look like, or what is your goal in life) please ask it in the messaging thingy. I would really like to make some new (writer) friends on here.

A little peek at my workspace for today, this is my desk (I basically spend almost all my time here) and I’m going to get to work. You should too! Slay your to-do lists and be productive. (and yes my window is open) (I like summer okay?!)

 (a HUGE shoutout to @glorious74, I want to do the same thing she did to close out her post, as a little extra inspiration)  (also I’m an uncreative bag of trash lol)

My name is Evan and I can do this.

“I’m Sorry. I Didn’t Mean To” - Jay Park

Originally posted by lavender-kills

The shouting, the biting words you’ll regret tomorrow, the anger and the frustration. These were the reasons you hated fighting. With your friends, brothers, parents and most especially, Jay. Damn did you hate fighting with Jay.

The thing with the infamous Park Jaebum is, he’s always been the type to avoid confrontations and arguments as best he could. He’s a happy go lucky, go with the flow kind of guy. Quick to apologize and take the blame in the name of moving on. Because according to him, at the end of the day, three years from now, the argument wouldn’t matter. So why waste previous time and breath dwelling over something so trivial when you could be spending it having hot steamy make up sex instead? There’s just no point, everyone loses.

So when he gets mad, you know you’ve done fucked up. Big time. And you also know a quick band aid won’t fix anything. Because when Jay gets mad, it’s over more than just not taking out the rubbish or missing a promised date.

“Cut the crap! You knew what Doctor Dickbag was getting at and you did nothing about it! He was literally all over you and if I didn’t know any better it looked like you were encouraging him.”

You rolled your eyes, restraining your hands from tearing out your hair. This has been the conversation for the past hour ever since you’ve gotten back from your friends’ and it did not look like it was going anywhere any time soon.

“Jay I already told you, it meant nothing! He’s just that touchy sort of person especially when he’s drunk. He’s a friend that’s all!”

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Captain Swan AU Prompt Series No. 8 (A)

No.1: Alphabet City

No.2: Of Singing and Streaking

No.3: Lie to Me (I’ll lie to you, too)

No.4: Like Toy Soldiers

No. 5 (A): We’re Going Down Swinging Part 1

No. 5 (B): We’re Going Down Swinging Part 2

No. 6: Bend, and Don’t Break

No. 7 (A): Speak Now Part 1

No. 7 (B): Speak Now Part 2

No. 5 © We’re Going Down Swinging Part 3

No. 4: Like Toy Soldiers Part 2

It’s Always Been You (And You Should Know That)

Notes: For CS AU Week Day 5- Role Reversal
(In role reversal world, let’s pretend Lieutenant Duckling is…Captain Prince? Hehe.)


Summary: Prince Killian of Misthaven was never meant to rule-as the second son, he was content to let the limelight and responsibility fall upon his older brother, the Crown Prince Liam, while he lived a carefree life of adventure, tempting danger at every turn-much to the consternation of his body guard and best friend, Captain Emma Swan.

After Liam’s untimely death, the entire Kingdom is thrown into a tailspin, and none worse than Killian and Emma. Killian must now step up to the role he was never meant to play, and Emma must deal with the consequences of falling in love with her charge, the Prince who would be King.


Killian is 29, Emma is 28

The life of a royal body guard was not for the faint hearted. In times of peace, those sworn to protect the Crown could never relax, could never let down their guard. It was even worse in times of war, every shadow was potential threat, every smile and bow could hide a dagger or worse. The pressure got more intense the higher up in the line of succession your charge was, and so, Emma’s life, as the bodyguard of the future King of Misthaven, was very stressful indeed.

Moments of peace and relaxation were so few now that she jealously guarded those she could eke out, most notably her morning swordplay session, a simple one hour affair in a secluded field only a select few knew of, where she could be alone with her thoughts, or no thoughts, where she could simply concentrate on the whistle and swing of her blade. Given the weight of the decisions she’d just made, she’d needed this escape from reality more than ever. So when an unexpected blade met the fluid parry of her form, she leapt backward and immediately fell into a protective position with fury in her eyes.

Who would dare interrupt her here?

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anonymous asked:

mm about sana saying noora she's happy for her. I thought that maybe yousef tries to speak with sana and she's like "what do u want from me? i'm happy for u and noora" and then he'll explain -if sana lets him🙄-

That’s a great idea too, anon! I mean, I’m happy so long as we have them talking about things. I just thought maybe since Sana is trying to make amends and she was pretty cold towards Noora about the whole thing, she may want to put that right. More than she’d want to discuss it with Yousef. At the end of the day, Noora hasn’t done anything wrong and I’m sure Sana knows that. But we’ll see if Sana feels like how she acted is one of the things worthy of putting right. 

So this was meant to be a purely self indulgent fluffy drabble for No Shame November, but it sort of took on a slightly more serious tone. (But there IS still fluff! Don’t worry!) I’ve been playing with the headcanon that Q suffers from major depression and anxiety and have been meaning to write something for a while now. Given the state of mind I’ve been in myself for the past few days I thought it a good opportunity to express the struggle.

I’m way too tired to come up with a title right now, but when I do I’ll be posting this on AO3 as well. Enjoy!

It was mid afternoon and Q was lying in bed, a familiar heaviness in his chest having sapped him of all energy and motivation. He’d gotten up that morning to have breakfast with James before he left for his debrief. Everything was fine; James groused about having to go in and Q chided him to just bloody get it over with so they could go on about their weekend. James said something cheeky and pulled him in for a kiss, then he was out the door. It was just after he’d left that the heaviness set in, like it had been lurking in the shadows, waiting until he was alone. He took a shower and slipped into a clean pair of pajamas before deciding to return to his bed where it was warm and quiet and the sheets still smelled like James. He’d been disinclined to move ever since.

The cats, it seemed, had disappeared to some other part of the house, likely seeking some sun warmed spot to nap, leaving Q alone in his room, stretched across the bed. He was grateful that it was Saturday. He didn’t have the energy to so much as get up and look for the cats, let alone go into the office and put forth that air of put-together-ness he always did when he wasn’t at his best. Still, he hated feeling like this. No matter how many good days he had the bad days always outweighed them, making him feel like a failure. And James still didn’t know.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: Jumin finds out MMC works as a male stripper in lacy men's lingerie but mmc doesnt want to quit when Jumin asks him to becuz he enjoys it; he invites Jumin to one of his shows but Jumin gets turned on and it gets steamy in the club's VIP room

Oh my my my! Haha nice! I’ll do what I can ;) Keep in mind my smut abilities aren’t too too good, so I did my best :D

Side note: I listened to two songs to get the feel of the bass. For Your Entertainment by Adam Lambert and Flesh by Simon Curtis 

Smut? below. 

There are continuations to this story by the lovely @just-waiting-for-a-better-ride 
Part 1 | Part 2 (smut) | Part 3 (VERY smut) 

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It was difficult to get in hours. Very difficult. Zack looked at his watch and smiled. He knew he should tell him, he really did. But he couldn’t even get himself to do it. He felt bad but he couldn’t help but relish the time Jumin was away on a business trip in another country. “I’ll miss you.” Jumin would say.

“As will I.” Zack would say in all honesty. He would sincerely miss him. But when Jumin was in another country Zack could take up hours in his ‘part-time job’.

The clock struck 10. There was a low thump thump and then, silence. He felt a rush of energy as the large, red velvet, curtains pulled apart and suddenly a bright spotlight blinded his vision. The music was instant.

Thump thump.

He took a step forward.

THUMP THUMP.

Soon the bass was pounding against the dark violet walls. The crowd couldn’t even be heard. He reached out and gripped the long, cold, thin, metal pole in front of him and wrapped his leg around it. Instantly, almost as if it were second nature to him, his body swirled around the pole. He felt his back arch as he extended his other hand. He could see the crowd cheer but the music was so loud he couldn’t even hear them. He gripped the end of his jacket and pulled. The offending material flew off and, as it always were, the crowd jumped up and let out a roar of applause. They whistled. They fist pumped in that air. They sang along to the music. And, they watched.

It was almost like ecstasy. Except he wasn’t aroused by it. He was fueled. His blood pumped hot into his veins as the music let blared over the speakers. He relished the feeling of the see through lace on his body and the cold pole that was slowly getting warmer and warmer each time he moved around it. The way his muscles tightened as he lifted himself off the ground. It was fuel to his fire.

The crowd cheered, screamed, and all the while they just enjoyed it. He gripped his hand around  the base of the pole and flipped himself upside down. The crowd cheered. He swung himself upward using his legs as a grip and, right side up again, slid down the pole slowly. Women and men let out cheers and a string of profanities loosing themselves in the music, in the atmosphere, in the heat of the moment.

Zack smiled and cocked a brow, a move loved by most, and bowed as the music ended. Backstage he happily grabbed his payment and quickly changed into his street clothes. Tonight he could only do one act as Jumin was set to be home by midnight. He looked at himself in the mirror and chuckled. In some senses it was wrong but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t have sex with anyone here. He never kissed nor touched not even flirted with any customer or co-worker. No one. His heart was locked with Jumin’s. He just loved the rush. The atmosphere. It was all so exhilarating.

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By the time Zack got home Jumin was already there. Waiting.

Shit.

Dammit.

Hell.

He sat there with his arms crossed, a look of pure anger over his normal deadpan one.

“He-hey.” Zack said taking off his jacket.

“…”

“You got home early.” Zack inched towards the bedroom. He couldn’t let Jumin smell him. Even if he was just in the strip club for only ten seconds he always left smelling like overpriced cheap beer and a lot of perfume, or in his case, musk. Jumin watched him like a cat. “How was your flight?”

“…”

“I see. Well I’m going to shower.”

“Sit.” Jumin demanded.

“I-“

“Sit.” He glared. He was not going to say it three times.

Zack walked over to the armchair opposite of Jumin and sat stiffly.

“I was surprised to see you gone when I came home. I expected my beloved to be waiting for my return.” Jumin slid his phone across the coffee table. “But then I saw something very intriguing.”

Zack looked down to see a message from ZEN on the messenger.

[ZEN]: I… don’t know how to tell you this but
[ZEN]: I had to do research for a new role and I went to a strip club.

    [Jumin Han]: What are you trying to tell me?

[ZEN]: Well I saw…
[ZEN]: I saw Zack on stage.

    [Jumin Han]: Preposterous.

[ZEN]: I didn’t believe it either!
[ZEN]: But it was definitely him!

There was a picture attached. It was Zack in mid spin, crystal clear too.

    [Jumin Han]: ….

[ZEN]: Did you know he did this stuff?
[ZEN]: Jumin?
[ZEN]: Hey trust fund! You there!? 

Zack looked up and swallowed.

“I was quite surprised,” he said with poison “to see you up there. What is the meaning of this?”

“I-I just.” Zack felt his blood run cold and his hands clammed up. He desperately wanted to disappear. “I-I-I-I-I-I.” The look Jumin was giving him, Zack was terrified.

“Why are you working there? What are you ding there?”

“I… like it.”

Jumin’s lip twitched. “You like it? And what about this,” he roughly gestured at the phone, “do you like?”

“I…” Zack clenched and unclenched his hands on his pant legs. “I… like everything about it.”

“I can see everything. They can see everything.” He was clenching the fabric on his shirt sleeve like it was a stress ball. “I cannot believe you are so… so indecent.”

“Indecent?”

“That face you’re making, the way you’re dressed, the things you’re doing on that pole. Those are all meant for me. How could you show anyone else that?” He was doing his best to stay calm.

“I…I’m not doing anything! I don’t show them anything that isn’t meant for them!” Zack stood up. “I shouldn’t have to explain myself! You just don’t understand!”

Jumin stood as well. “I don’t know what there’s to understand. You need to quit.”

“You can’t make me! I work there, it’s my choice too, and…and I could never let it go! I. Like. It.”

“This is ridiculous. What in the world has gotten into you?”

Zack grabbed his jacket. “Nothing’s wrong with me. You… you don’t get it. There’s excitement to all of this. I don’t touch anyone, I don’t do anything to anyone! But the job itself? I like it. Maybe it’s the attention maybe it’s just the adrenaline rush.”

“The attention? Do I not give you enough attention? Maybe if I take you on the trips with me you wouldn’t go to such drastic measures to get attention.”

“That’s not it.” Zack shook his head. “You just don’t get it. I… I… I’m going to take another shift.”

“I forbid you!” Jumin started to walk forward.

“I don’t give a rats ass!”

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“You sure Zack?” His boss looked at him. “You don’t have to take another shift?”

Zack wasn’t listening. He quickly changed into the lacy lingerie, really it couldn’t even cover an earthworm, and quickly put on the tear away clothes. “When can I go on?”

“12 show.”

“Fine.” That felt like it would take too long but whatever.

When 12 finally reeled around Zack felt pumped. Jumin just wouldn’t understand. The curtains parted.

Thump thump thump.

Yes. Yes! This feeling! It was so energizing. He felt like he could do this for hours. The music pounded and he could feel it through his bones. It was like when you were at a concert. The music was so loud you were almost sure your heart was moving with the beat, no matter how fast it was. The feeling of the pole. The crowd. The way his muscles fueled with oxygen and blood. It was amazing. Once he was done he let out a satisfied sigh.

“Zack.” The manager walked up to him. “Good show tonight, you got a private request.”

“I don’t do those.” Zack waved his hand away.

“Can’t turn down this one. You have to promise you’ll keep this customer secret.”

“I’m not going to get physical with him.”

“We know. Just do the show in the VIP room. Room 2.”

Zack sighed. He didn’t like private shows, it was too…personal. Ironic since he could dance around practically naked for a group of thirty people but when it was one on one, it felt wrong. Zack stepped in the room and nearly ran the other direction.

It was Jumin.

Shit.

Hell.

Why?!

He couldn’t back away. Holding his head high the music started up almost immediately. He nearly fumbled over when he grabbed the pole.

Why?! It was awful. It was so awful to be stared at by him. He could see those steel grey eyes watching his every movement. He could see how calm and perfectly poised he sat. Zack felt his hand slide against the pole and, thankfully only audible to him, he heard the pole let out a squeak as sweat accumulated against his palms. He was ready to pass out. But…what was amazing was that he was more into it than normal. A little too into it. He never, never ever ever, felt this way when he danced for the audience. He felt a mixture of fear and arousal and he was sure it showed.

Jumin stood. Zack stopped. The music continued on.

He left the room.

Zack felt his heart nearly stop.

But then…he returned. Even with the ear blastingly loud music Zack could hear the door click. Locked with an animal. A beast. Jumin stood in front of the stage. He didn’t say anything. Zack crouched down and the moment he did…

Jumin had him pinned beneath him on the couch. They looked at each, sending signals to each other without any words.

Those unspoken words.

I.
Dominate.
You.

Thumpthumpthump

The bass was fast, Jumin was faster. The lace did not stand a chance, it was torn to shreds and was unrecognizable as a type of clothing, it looked more like a pile of threads now. Bite marks, scratch marks, tasting and taking everything that he could. The screams that were so loud in that room yet outside, where a crowd of people were, so very close by able to come in at anytime and see how one was to be properly defiled yet simultaneously cared for, no. No one would ever hear it. There was no time for begging, no time for sweet words. Just primal, unadulterated need. And yet, he didn’t feel like he was being used, every movement, every guttural moan from the man he loved, was pure, sweet, adoration.

The music started to reach the climax. There was a clear bruise on his hips now from just the raw power of Jumin’s grip. Zack clawed at the velvet seats and threw his head back seeing nothing but white, hearing nothing but the bass. His heart, his body, his soul. It all belonged to him. Forever and always.

“I will have to come to your show more often.”

leftmyheartinyokohama  asked:

Hi, do you know what a Benign Essential Tremor is? It's pretty harmless, it's just a neurological, genetic condition that means I tremble. It's so slight most of the time I don't notice, but if I'm holding a piece of paper out, the paper will be shaking, and it gets worse with nerves. May I please have EXO react to noticing their girl trembling and her telling them it's a Benign Essential Tremor please? Thank you very much!

Of course! 

A/N: Before = before you tell him

After = after you explain it to them

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Chanyeol

Before - He’d be very concerned. The two of you were out on a night walk because neither of you could seem to fall asleep. He handed you some food from a vendor when he noticed that it shook slightly. 

“Are you okay, jagi? Are you so hungry you’re shaking?”

Originally posted by krismehard

After - He’d be very curious about the condition and he’d have you make a list of things he could do to keep your nerves down so that you didn’t tremble as much. He wouldn’t ask a lot of questions because he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but he’d research your condition more later. 

“Tell me if I can do anything to help Y/N!” 

Originally posted by sugutie

Sehun

Before - He’d noticed you shaking when fans started getting too close to the two of you. He’d quickly gotten you out of the situation by trying to calmly ask the fans to move out of the way so that he could walk you home. Once you were out of the mob, he noticed you were still shaking.

“Where you really that scared Y/N?”

Originally posted by perfectioninthreeletters

After - He’d honestly never noticed how you trembled before. But he shrugged it off. He wasn’t going to let you get hurt and he was going to try his best to keep you from getting nervous. Lowkey, of course…

“Stay with me tonight, yeah?”

Originally posted by exoturnback

Kai

Before - He’d gotten really nervous when he noticed that the paper you were holding for him was shaking slightly. He felt he wasn’t taking care of you well enough. He asked you about a hundred questions, never pausing to let you answer a single one…

“Are you hungry? Do we need to get food? What do you want to eat?…”

Originally posted by jonginization

After - He would stay silent as you explained it to him. He didn’t ask any questions because he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. He simply asked if you were at all hungry, which made you slightly confused because you’d just explained that you weren’t shaking because you were hungry… He finally explained.

“Because I’m honestly starving!”

Originally posted by fy-exolicious

Baekhyun

Before - He hadn’t actually noticed you shaking, Suho had. Suho had asked Baek if you were okay, which lead Baek to begin to worry about you. 

“I don’t know what’s wrong…”

Originally posted by yixingofficial

After - He’d approached you and asked if you were okay because you were trembling slightly. You’d explained to him and could visibly see the tension drain out of his body. He smiled happily.

“Let me know if I can do anything to make you more comfortable. Honestly, I didn’t even notice.” 

(Unknowingly, he’d made you feel better by saying he hadn’t noticed you shaking.)

Originally posted by parkchny

Suho:

Before - Talk about worrying… He’d noticed right away but he hadn’t wanted to say anything to make you uncomfortable. Instead, he’d brought you snacks and drinks every hour. Plus, he always made sure to hold you close to him. 

“Are you feeling alright Y/N?”

Originally posted by parkchny

After - You’d explained that, yes you were feeling alright and that you couldn’t help shaking. Suho had been a little embarrassed when you’d told him about your condition.

“I’m not taking good enough care of you, Y/N! I didn’t even notice until today…”

Originally posted by yixingofficial

D.O.:

Before - He hadn’t wanted to say anything at first when he noticed you trembling. You seemed to tremble a lot. He wondered if it was because you were nervous around the other members.

“Y/N, we can leave if you’re uncomfortable.”

Originally posted by dyoru

After - You’d asked him why he thought you were uncomfortable, and when he said it was because you always shook you quickly explained that you simply couldn’t help it. He listened and asked a few questions at the end, mainly questions on how he could help you feel more comfortable. 

“Okay, if that’s all. I love you a lot Y/N, and I just want to make sure you’re safe.”

Originally posted by otpenes

Lay

Before - He’d noticed you shaking on several occasions but he didn’t want to make any assumptions or make you uncomfortable. He simply went on as normal, though you did notice he was always very gentle with you. 

Originally posted by secrethideoutme

After - You’d felt comfortable enough in your relationship with Yixing to tell him about your condition. You could see understanding in his eyes and you knew he had noticed but hadn’t said anything. 

“Well, that doesn’t matter! You’re still beautiful Y/N.”

Originally posted by laygion

Xiumin:

Before - He had asked you if you were okay because you were shaking when the two of you were cuddling at the dorm. He was concerned, wondering if you were too cold or very hungry.

“What can I do to make you feel better?”

Originally posted by xiundeer

After - You’d explained that him holding you was actually making you feel better but that you couldn’t help the trembling. He’d listened quietly as you explained and didn’t ask any questions in fear that he’d make you very uncomfortable.

“Well if you need anything, just let me know!” he said cheerfully, pulling you closer to him.

Originally posted by xiundeer

Chen

Before - He noticed you shaking and had grabbed your hand which was holding the money you were going to use to pay for dinner. He tried to play it off, but he was very concerned.

“Yah! I should be the one paying! After all, I got to go on a date with the prettiest girl in Seoul.”

Originally posted by jongdeer

After - He had asked you if you were okay and if anything he’d done had made you nervous. You realized he was referring to you trembling and quickly explained that you couldn’t help it. Chen nodded and smiled. 

“Okay. If anyone makes you uncomfortable, you let me know so that I can kick their-”

“Okay Chen…”

Originally posted by kyunqdae

Luhan

Before - He’d noticed you shaking as you helped him make dinner. He’d never noticed before, but he became concerned very quickly. He tried to be nonchalant about noticing…

“I should be making dinner for you!”

Originally posted by jonnasexoticworld

After - Luhan wasn’t nonchalant enough and you quickly caught on. You asked if he didn’t want you to cook because he was nervous you’d cut yourself because of your slight tremble. When he nodded shyly, you’d explained that you couldn’t help trembling, but that you’d learned how to live with it. Still, you could tell he was nervous, so you sat down and enjoyed the view watched him cook.

“Let the master chef make you the best dinner you’ve ever tasted Y/N!”

Originally posted by parkchny

Kris

Before - He’d noticed, but he hadn’t said anything about the slight tremble you had. He figured out pretty quickly that it must be a condition since you were always trembling. He just didn’t know what condition…

“Yah, Y/N… Can I ask you something personal?”

Originally posted by wugalaxy

After - He’d asked what made you tremble and when you explained what you had, he nodded quietly. 

“If there’s anything you ever need me to do because you’re unable to, let me know. Okay?”

Originally posted by vvu-yi-fan

Tao:

Before - Talk about someone who would worry… But he wouldn’t ask you about it because he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. However, he’d be pretty obvious he’d noticed you trembling…

“Can I help you with that Y/N? Are you sure I can’t help you?…”

Originally posted by jonnasexoticworld

After - You’d confronted him and told him why you were always trembling. He’d listen to what you had to say and suddenly you’d find yourself in his tight embrace. 

“Wah you scared me, Y/N!”

Originally posted by zitao-vevo

Sacrifice

100 Theme Drabble Challenge featuring HopeLight

previous themes

sacrifice; the au-ish fic where Hope finds a baby on his doorstep
(this one is suuuper long, just to warn you!)

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