Yuuri isn’t just a badass he’s also a good person. The reason he can come across ‘cold’ is because of his degree of self-loathing, which causes himself to sometimes not acknowledge how much people around him care about him (something he works on as the series goes on! this is a big part of his character arc). It’s got nothing to do with his view of other people’s value of individuals and how much he cares about them and everything to do with how he views himself. He has trouble forming connections with others because he views himself as someone people wouldn’t want to form connections with. This is not necessarily okay, but it’s literally a huge part of his character arc!! He becomes so much better about this as the series goes on, and it’s wonderful to see.
Here’s the thing about Yuuri Katsuki. He’s a selfless person, to a fault. People completely misread the ‘I’ll let the whole world hate me’ scene. It’s not about selfish love. It’s not about possessive love. It’s about making a choice between caring about how people perceive you and not caring about how people perceive you.
Yuuri thinks that if he goes out there and skates his best, people are going to hate him, see him as taking Victor from the world. He says so what, fuck that. It’s more important to me that I reach my goal. I’d rather me be hated than Victor be hated anyway. Hate me for taking Victor from the world, fine. I just want to skate. I’d rather skate and be hated than have you like me and give up on doing something I love. To help himself in that situation, to give himself confidence, he reminds himself that he is the only person who does know Victor’s love the way he does, which is absolutely true. He reminds himself of the love he has in his life. That it’s unique. That’s it’s special.
‘Victor is the first thing I’ve ever wanted to hold onto.’
Victor is the first thing he’s ALLOWED himself to hold onto (and even then, he tries to let him go later on because he’s self-sacrificing).
There’s nothing selfish about that– or possessive, or anything of the sort. It’s someone looking at adversity and going ‘my goal is more important to me than your perception of me’, and for someone as self-deprecating as Yuuri, someone who has struggled with forming emotional connections because they haven’t felt like people wanted to form emotional connections with them due to their own lack of self worth, this is a HUGE DEAL. It’s awesome.
Allowing Yuuri to in a sense, claim something as his, is actually a triumphant moment for him, because he rarely does this. It’s good and right. Yuuri is often selfless to a fault. When he says ‘I wish to eat pork cutlet bowls with you’ we applaud him. When Yuuri wants something and expresses it, we CHEER for him.
Yuuri spends the entire last third of the series trying to sacrifice Victor despite the fact that Victor, to the audience, CLEARLY wants to stay with him. But Yuuri, darling Yuuri, due to his own anxiety and self-worth issues, sees himself as holding Victor back. He ‘wants to stay in figure skating with Victor forever’, but he’s willing to give up everything he loves so Victor can be happy, no hesitations. He smiles, he doesn’t cry. Heck he’s willing to be called selfish without argument even though that’s obviously nonsense. He’s confident in this decision because it’s just what’s right to him. He’s wrong because it’s not what Victor wants, but never doubt that Yuuri is a good person, a selfless person, who would give up anything in an instant for someone he loves.
Yuuri’s mental illness informs a lot of who he is, and it causes him to stumble and sometimes make it LOOK like he’s undervaluing people but he’s undervaluing himself, and he’s such a good person and he’s so filled with love. He’s loving and supporting and sometimes he just needs to find a way to express it and realize that it surrounds him and people love him in return, and the show is so much about that. Don’t underestimate how good a person Yuuri Katsuki is.
Sometimes Monday calls for a pile of adorable piglets, circa 2015, safe and sound at their sanctuary. Can’t believe these babies are already teenagers and will be 2 years old in October. #friendsnotfood
BTS reaction to your american friends not understanding why you would date a Korean
He’d be more than upset. Point blank. He would have created this whole idea of your friends loving him as much as you do and even spent the weeks in advance learning english so he could hold conversations with them. Although you defended him with all of your heart to your friends it didn’t stop him from closing himself off in your room.
“Oppa, please come back out. Its not the same without you there.”
“Theres no point if they don’t like me.”
“Well they’re just going to have to get over it aren’t they.”
Anger is the only feeling he would hold. He knew the girls surrounding the two of you probably didn’t think he understood them since a lot of the conversation was being translated by you, but he understood every word. Nevertheless he would stay by your side though and squeeze your hand as you told the girls to shut up. He so was thankful you decided to leave early where he was taken back to your house to your dad, who did his best to communicate without you.
“At least your parents like me.”
“They are the only ones who matter.”
Since language wasn’t a barrier everyone was really nice to his face. It wasn’t until he excused himself from the kitchen did your friend start her interrogation. “But why? You could have anyone here, why would you choose someone not only thousands of miles away from us but also of a completely different culture.” Despite you shutting your friend down Namjoon stayed in the kitchen where your mother comforted him. He looked at you with sad eyes but still managed to press a smile as you walked frustrated into the kitchen. “Y/f/n is leaving.” You would say pulling him into a hug.
Hobi would be torn apart. Even though he tried his hardest to keep a composed smile while talking to your dad, he couldn’t help but let his eyes continue to wonder over to you and your friend in the middle of a heated argument “Don’t worry about that, Hoseok. We like you more in the three hours you’ve been here than we have in the ten years of knowing that girl. You’re here to stay.” Your dad would tell him poking at Hobi’s chest while your mom nodded beside him. You walked over after your friend had stormed out and wrapped your arms around Hobi’s waist, sighing when he wrapped one around your shoulders. “I love you so much you know?”
You wouldn’t even entertain the conversation your friends were hinting at and when one said “But a Korean? Really? What about that guy you dated before you left. He was so tall and handsome” you would ask your friends to leave before following him back to your room where the two of you were staying. He’d be pouting with good reason and would try to avoid your eyes but secretly appreciated it when you took ahold of his chin and forced him to look at you. “Forget them. If they can’t see how happy I am right now and how head over heels I am for you then I don’t want to be their friends.”
The comments from your friends would probably go right over his head and he’d just laugh along with your friends while you crossed your arms and started to grow angry. As the girls continued to put down Tae you would eventually snap and tell them to leave, not caring if you made a scene at the welcome home party your parents had thrown for you. The rest of the party Tae acted concerned, not fully understanding why you were upset and would end up forcing you to tell him. “My friends are assholes and they can’t see how much I love you. All they see is someone who isn’t a college football player who goes by the name pork chop or something stupid.” You said throwing your hands up, feeling terrible as Tae’s face dropped and he thought about what you said. You waited as he shook his head and his sweet smile found his lips again. “You love me?”
Kook would just smile and excuse himself, leaving you to deal with your friends. He didn’t think your friends not liking him would hit him this hard but he couldn’t help but let his head fall into his hands. If your friends didn’t like him maybe that meant you didn’t really have feelings for him. He couldn’t help his tears as the thought of you leaving him took over his every thought. When you walked in to see him so vulnerable all you did was kneel in front of him and wrap your arms around his shoulders. “Please don’t leave me.” He’d whisper sniffling. You couldn’t help but feel hurt. “Kookie.. Its them that need to leave. Im right here.” You said moving your hands to his cheeks to wipe a tear and place a sweet, loving kiss on his lips.
Why the hell is your governor trying to defund 911? Why dies he think this is something he should do? How is he trying to spin it? I have so many questions
BRUCE RAUNER IS THE FUCKING WORST
(pardon my french but he’s the second worst governor I’ve ever lived under (worst was fucking Pence back in Indiana), but where Pence is competent and evil (lawful evil), Rauner is a blundering child (chaotic evil), a dunce, a farce of a governor who hasn’t done a single thing since we put him in office. (I say we, but I sure as shit didn’t vote for him.) Not “done a single thing right,” not “done a single thing wrong,” he hasn’t done a single thing. He just sits there and refuses to pass any useful legislation, balance our budget, or do his fucking job. This state’s been mismanaged for a very long time, but Rauner’s driven us to a tipping point.
Currently the big fuckup is this call center bill. We have this thing in called the Emergency Telephone Act. It does two things: it provides some money to 911 call centers and, more importantly, it’s what authorizes 911 services in the state. The act expires on the 1st of July, and Rauner hasn’t signed the bill renewing it. The reason he says he’s doing this is because Chicago wants to hike up the monthly phone tax (which supports 911 call centers). This means if you have a landline phone, you’d pay a whopping five dollars per month (which is an additional… I think, like, eighty cents more than what it is now) added to your phone bill. Outside the city, the tax would increase to one dollar and fifty cents. According to the governor, it’s more important to have a lower phone tax than it is to have a functional 911 service. The state House and Senate passed it and most of the state’s politicians have been asking him to sign it. It’s not like this is some pork barrel project that’s siphoning funds, it’s not like it’s something that only affects Chicago, it’s 911 across the entire state. He’s not trying to spin it, he’s not saying it benefits anybody- he’s just using the fee hike as an excuse to sit on his hands and do nothing.
Here’s some news articles if you want to know more about Bruce Rauner, the Fleshy Lump in Springfield who Does Nothing:
I’m a fit dude who really loves huge fat guys. Something about seeing a man porked out with blubber, no neck, and soft moobs really gets me going. I’ve been with a lot of fat guys, but I’d like to try force feeding. A couple of guys said they’d be up for it. Any advice? I’ve never done this before.
Notes on Force Feeding
There’s so much to say about feeding of any kind—all the various styles, objectives, techniques, foods, implements–and then this is intensified if we talk about so-called force-feeding. Feeding is best learned in an apprenticeship, the way other BDSM techniques are best learned—even if the technique is simple, light, and fun. Most of us encouragers, however, usually learn by trial and error, which is a great injustice for our fatboys. Yes, feeding can be simple, romantic, and cute, but you can get any normie off the street to feed chocolate-covered strawberries and coo insipidly. That’s not really what most gainers are talking about when they say “I want to be fed,” and certainly not when they say, “I want you to force feed me.”
Feeding for the encourager comes down to only one thing: Listening.
Summary: Cursed as a child, you have lived your entire life invisible and alone. When deaths start happening in your town, the Winchesters come rolling in to investigate. What will happen when Dean is the first one who has been able to see you since you were a kid? Will Sam believe that you’re real? Will Dean believe you when you tell him you haven’t killed anyone? And why, after all of this time, is Dean Winchester the only one who can see you?
“Here is fine,” Rick said when he saw the exit. The sky was getting darker, and Rick didn’t want them to risk it on the road. He thought it’d be best if they set up camp off in the woods out of sight from all threats. Michonne parked the vehicle and unbuckled her seat belt.
“Here will have to do,” she said rolling her head around slowly. It had been a long day. Seemed like they search for hours for nothing. A few bullets here…a few cans of food there. Some supplies here and there. The search looked bleak, but they weren’t giving up. They couldn’t.
Rick looked outside the window and pointed just to his right. “We can build a fire real quick. Heat up some of those cans of food we found,” he suggested. Michonne sat up and rested her gloved hands on her thighs.
“Sounds like a plan,” she stood, bending over to walk to the back of the van. A clear, plastic container sat behind the driver’s seat with a bunch of canned string beans and pork-n-beans.
“You know…I wish I could eat something that I don’t feed Judith all the time. I feel like I’m the baby,” she playfully complained and Rick opened his door, hoping out the van. Seconds later he opened the side doors for Michonne.
“What’s that I always say…The Law of-”
“Yeah, yeah…the law of averages. I know,” she mocked. “There’s just going to be a big room filled with food that we’ll find one day.” She smirked as Rick helped her get out of the van. Michonne sat the cans down on the ground, and started to collect wood for a small fire.
The weather was nice today. A breeze blew by across her bare arms that she appreciated. Sometimes….just sometimes, there were moments of normalcy out here. Her body would remember to right before the world fell apart, and it was like she was back in Georgia on her grandma’s porch listening to music…dancing…enjoying life. It was funny how a single breeze could do that.
“You miss Georgia?” she asked him. Rick smiled and nodded, beads of sweat coating his forehead.
“It’s funny… with the world the way it is, but I can honestly say I’m homesick. I never traveled before all of this. I never left the county. Maybe just to go to Atlanta a few times. That’s about it. The air don’t smell that great outside with all the decay, but it don’t smell like Georgia. That sound weird?” he asked as they dropped the wood they gathered it into a pile.
Michonne smiled, shaking her head. “Nope. It sounds pretty much like how I feel. Except, I used to travel all the time,” she told him. Rick’s eyebrows raised.
“Oh, really. Where have you been?” he wondered. She grabbed a box of matches and struck one, placing it against the wood.
“Florida…New York…California…Vegas…I traveled a lot for work. Met a lot of cool people along the way,” Michonne explained to Rick.
“I’ve met some cool people along the way, too,” Rick told Michonne. He thought of Glenn just now. He thought about his friend often, but he kept that to himself. Everyone was dealing with their pain their own way right now. He’d have to figure a way to deal with his.
Michonne noticed a sadness to his voice. Since that night in the woods; the night it all happened; the night they lost family, he’d been different. Just this shell of himself. Lately, he started to smile. He started to not let every little threat from Negan get to him, but she noticed things.
Michonne learned not to press the small stuff with Rick. He questioned himself all the time, so she couldn’t question him. As a lawyer she learned that sometimes the people who have nothing to say, have the most to say. Rick was that way. He had so much to tell her, but he tread lightly with his stories.
So she resigned herself to wait. Michonne would wait for him to tell her what’s wrong when he was ready, and comfort him when he sought it. He talked about Shane recently. He would talk about whatever was bothering him soon, because she was with him no matter what.
Add the tomatoes to a pot along with the diced garlic and water or chicken broth. Allow this to simmer, uncovered, until it is reduced by a third. You could add this to a blender for a really smooth sauce or mash it with a fork for something chunky. Set aside.
Season the pork liberally on both sides with salt and pepper. Feel free to add onion and/ or garlic powder and paprika too but I kept mine simple. Sprinkle the flour on the pork then dip it into the egg and lastly into the Panko. Heat your oil until to about 340° then fry it on both sides until golden brown or for about 3 to 5 minutes each side. This will depend on how thick your pork is. Allow the pork to drain and cool on a wire rack or paper towels for a minute or until you can touch it without burning your fingers. Slice the pork into strips and plate along with a drizzle of the sauce. In the game the pork was served with shredded cabbage but I ate mine with roasted Brussels sprouts. (Fight me cause I love Brussels Sprouts)
#21: “Don’t I get a kiss for luck? It’s kind of a tradition, right?” “Come back alive. Then, we’ll see.”
All of this was a stupid waste of time. You shook your head as you watched Sirius get undressed, him catching you and raising a brow as he worked on unbuckling his belt.
“Can’t keep your eyes off me, can you (Y/n)?” He winked. You replied with a groan, covering your eyes.
You didn’t understand the Marauders’ need to play these idiotic games, claiming that it was a ‘right of passage’ to run through the forbidden forest naked to test their ‘Gryffindor courage’. Apparently this year it was Sirius’ turn, and he had attempted to explain the reasoning behind it, but ultimately your attention had drifted away after he noted he’d be nude.
Sirius approached you, taking your hand away from your eyes. Luckily (or should you say unluckily) he was so close to you, nearly pressing his body to yours, so you couldn’t see more than his chest.
“You’re going to get eaten by an Acromantula.” You grumbled in warning.
“A giant spider.”
“That’s lovely. I hope I taste nice; apparently human flesh is very similar to pork.”
You hit him in the shoulder. He was seemingly waiting for something, his friends all chuckling amongst themselves as they watched.
“What?” You muttered, waving your hand out.
“Don’t I get a kiss for luck? It’s kind of a tradition, right?”
You smirked, closing the distance between the both of you, your lips only a centimetre away from his. He held his breath, his eyes fluttering closed as he anticipated your kiss. You held out teasingly, only to whisper “come back alive. Then, we’ll see.”
Kai Parker x Reader word count : 3 299 summary : Reader finds about Kai’s past from someone else. (before the wedding and the 1903 PW)
* gif by me
“I love girl’s night.” said Y/N, hanging upside down on the sofa with her phone in her hands, typing. Every Friday or Saturday night they’d get the Salvatore house all to themselves and get to do whatever they wanted, as if it was their house. Which in a way it was since pretty much everyone had moved in or stayed over every other night. Elena laughed and Caroline joined Y/N on the sofa trying to take a peek at what and most importantly who she was texting. “Do you? You’ve been here for an hour and you’ve spent half of it on your phone. Who are you texting that has you laughing and blushing like that ?” Y/N clicked sent and looked at her friend. “Me ? Blushing – what are you talking about? I am not blushing.” “Yes, you are.” said Bonnie coming back from the kitchen with snacks. “Anyone we know ? Is he hot ?” “Um, maybe.” said Y/N glancing at her screen when her phone buzzed, bursting in laughter a second later. “Oh my God.” “What?” asked Elena, laying on the ground right under her taking a peek at her screen. “Wait … Kai ?” instantly she sat up. “You’ve been texting him this entire time ?” Y/N sighed and sat up glancing at her friends’ shocked expressions. Every time Kai’s name came up in a conversation things got really awkward really fast. Usually someone always changed up the subject and no one ever wanted to tell her why they reacted that way which kind of freaked her out a little. There was bad blood between him and Bonnie and him and Damon, that much she knew, but she also knew how bad Kai felt about everything he had done in 1994. What she couldn’t understand was why all her friends acted as if she had mentioned the Devil himself whenever she mentioned Kai. “Alright. What is it ?” she asked, folding her hands on her chest. “What ?” asked Caroline as if she had no idea what Y/N is talking about. “Do you want some of those caramel popcorn ? They are so good, buttery and sweet –” Y/N titled her head glaring at her friend as if to say ‘Seriously ?’ “Don’t play dumb with me Caroline Forbes. You are hiding something. Spill.” “It’s nothing. Just… we worry you spend so much time with him.” said Elena. “He is dangerous.” “Dangerous ?“ asked Y/N confused. “Are we talking about the same person here ? Kai is sweet, kind and need I remind you who saved me when Caroline decided to flip her humanity switch and throw a rave on campus ? Kai did. He is not dangerous. He is … cute and cuddly and so nice, I just can’t seem to under–” Bonnie scoffed. “He is not nice.” Y/N glanced at her friend. “I get it. You don’t like him because he hurt you in 1994, but he did try to apologise, remember ? Why do you act like this every time I mention him ? Can’t you see he is somewhat important to me ?” “That’s what’s worrying us.” said Elena. “Why ?” “It doesn’t matter. Just keep you distance -” Y/N got up and headed towards the door when Caroline flashed before her blocking her way. “Where are you going ?” “Out.” “Y/N, don’t –” “Why ?” asked Y/N. “What do you have against him that is so bad you don’t want to tell me ? I am tough. I faced Klaus, I’ve dealt with Katherine and Silas. Whatever it is – I can handle it.” “He hasn’t told you, has he ?“asked Elena reaching for the popcorn. "Told me what ?” “What he did to get himself sent in 1994 Prison World.” started Caroline. “Whatever he did to get himself stuck in 1994, it’s done. It’s not like you havent done awful things or things you regret right ? Everybody makes mistakes and –” “Yes, but neither of us has done what he did.” snapped Bonnie. “No wonder your ‘buddy’ hasn’t told you he killed his siblings. He is probably terrified you’d see him for the monster he truly is and he’d end up alone again.” “What ?” asked Y/N taking a step towards Bonnie. “Yeah. He killed his siblings.” said Caroline. When his family found out he was born without his own magic they isolated him. He couldn’t touch anyone because they were terrified of him and his parents thought he was unfit to lead the coven, so they had more children until another set of twins was born. When he figured out his father was going to deny him his birth right – you know, the merge after his 22nd birthday, he snapped and killed his siblings to prove a point. He hung two of his siblings off the stairway railing and drowned another. Then went after the twins, stabbing Jo in the abdomen with a hunting knife to keep her from trying to stop him. But she managed to find Liv and Luke and hide them with magic, which only got him angrier. They were the real targets of his anger. Later on to protect the twins and get her freedom Jo got rid of her magic, leaving it hidden in a hunting knife and tricked him into doing the merge the next day. But instead his family used the eclipse to send him away as a punishment for what he did. Jo ran and the future of the coven fell on Luke and Liv.” Y/N stood there frozen, glancing between her friends’ worry grim expressions while trying to process everything her friends had done. Kai had mentioned he had done something, allowing his anger to take over but he never said what exactly. And even though what he had done had been awful, she could see he felt guilty about something. Now she knew why but also she couldn’t stop thinking about what it must’ve been growing up. Spending his entire life alone with no one to talk to or to understand him or what it is being a siphoner. What he had done hadn’t been his fault. It had been his family’s fault. If only they hadn’t isolated him, if they had accepted him the way he was – ’Not a whole lot of compassion in my family.’ had said Luke. “Oh my God.“ “And later on in the Prison World he tried to end it all multiple times, except there was a fail save in the spell and he couldn’t die no matter what he did and –” “I have to go.” said Y/N and without a word just turned around and walked out the door ignoring her friends calling after her. She got on her bike but instead of riding it home, she decided to walk there. Her mind was flooded with images of 5 year old Kai, pictures he had shown her… His handmade turkey, the few homevideos with him that has somehow survived over the years… Why hadn’t he told her about growing up ? Everything he had been through – specially in the Prison World. Not being able to die, living completely alone for 18 years before finally returning to the real world … A tear rolled down her cheek and she wiped it away quickly, feeling her phone buzz in her pocket. ‘We are still on for movie night, right ?’ Y/N smiled at the screen. ‘Heck yeah. Can’t wait.’
_________________________________________ “Y/N, I’m hooomee.“ called out Kai, dramatically walking in through the front door with a large paperbag with take out in his hands. “I just love saying it like that !” he laughed glancing at her cuddled up on the couch with a white/blue stripe blanket covering her feet and a steaming cup with tea in her hands. Y/N glanced at him, sighed and her lips curled in a small smile. "Hey, cheer up. I got you your favourite curly fries from the Grill and stopped by your favourite place and got you the avocado, greens and chicken salad you love so much.“ Kai let the take out bag on the coffee table and sat next to her just in time to see her pull out a bag with his favourite pork rinds hidden under the blanket. Y/N grinned at hal, shifting on the couch. “You are the best best friend ever. How did you know I was thinking about that place today ?” “Magic.“ he winked at her. “Have you picked the movie ? What are we watching ? I hope you are not planning on making me suffer through Twilight again. That sparkly guy is just – weird. So, so weird.” “No. That was a momentary lack of judgement.“ she laughed under her breath and slipped her hand behind her back pulling out a copy of Baywatch. “I got something you will love. Ta-da.” “Wow.“ he smiled, pursuing his lips. “Pork rinds and Baywatch. You know me well, but you forgot something –” he smirked devilishly, held out his palm and a chocolate cupcake with while sprinkles appeared on it. Y/N reached for it but Kai pulled it away. “Nah-uh. This is for me.” “Hilarious.“ she laughed watching him smile at her innocently, looking at her with puppy dog eyes. “Gimme. If that cupcake is not in my mouth in the next few seconds, you are not getting anywhere near the pork rinds.” “You are so cute when you are threatning.“ he pinched her cheek, letting her take a bite from the cupcake while using magic to put the DVD disc in the DVD player. “You know I can’t say ‘no’ to you. Also did you really think I wouldn’t share?” he winked at her. “Come here. This is going to be so much fun. I wonder if it’s like the original series –” Y/N snuggled next to him and pulled her blanket so it covered them both. He put his arm around her shoulders and passed her a take out box just as the movie started. They ate, watched and laughed almost halfway through the movie when her mind started playing on repeat everything her friends had told her about Kai’s past and the more she tried to push the thoughts away, the more demanding they got. She glanced at him almost at the same time he looked at her. His smile was so wide and his eyes sparkled but now she knew why there sadness and pain in them sometimes. Why sometimes they were together he’d just shut down and suddenly change the subject acting as if they hadn’t been talking about what it had been like growing up in the 70-80s compared to growing up in the 90s. Her heart audibly cracked at the thought of how sad, alone and alienated he must’ve felt growing up. Her friends seemed to focus only on the bad things he had done, not even considering what must’ve felt like being a child and having to spend your days alone, unable to touch anyone because his own family saw him as a monster, as an abomination because of something he had no control over. As if he had wanted to be born different. All he had wanted was his family to love him like a family should. Instead they rejected him. A tear rolled down her cheek and she quickly wiped it away before he had noticed and continued to stare at the screen not really paying any attention to the movie. “Are you okay ?“ “Yeah, yeah. Something got in my eye.” she forced her lips to curl in a smile. Kai studied her face noticing how her eyes were a little reddish, shrugged his shoulders and wrapped his arms around her a little tighter. A couple minutes later he could swear he heard her sniffling. Something was wrong he just couldn’t understand what it was. Why would she be crying ? he wondered, hearing her sob quietly. “Are you sure you are okay ?“ he asked. "Let me take a look. Maybe you didn’t get it out –” “No. No, I um I’m fine.“ she glanced at him for a split second then at the screen, her eyes widening a little. "Well, that’s not. Wow Mitch, thats –” Kai laughed under his breath, covering her eyes. “Maybe you shouldn’t be watching this. You are too young for that sort of stuff.” “Hey, I am the same age as you!“ she teased. "Sort of.” “Funny.“ he whispered in her ear while she moved his hand from her eyes. He glanced at his fingers noticing how they were wet and heard her sniffling again. "Y/N –” “I um – I’ll be right back.“ Y/N got up, barely taking a step away before Kai gripped her wrist. She focused her gaze ahead, blinking fast trying to push the tears away not wanting to turn around and let him see. Why cause him more pain? What if he assumes she’d leave him and forget about all the good memories they’ve shared because now she knows his past ? There had to have been a reason he hadn’t shared his history with her in full, but only some parts of it and she respected his choice. Nothing he had told her had been a lie, he had just withheld some details probably afraid she’d react like her friends have. Kai got up and brushed his palm against her cheek, tilting her face towards his. “You are crying.” he stated. “Why – why would you be crying ? We are watching a comedy –” “I um, it’s nothing.“ she smiled at him, blinking fast a couple of times. "Do you want some ice cream ? Or hot cocoa ? Cookies ?” “I may be new at emotions but ‘nothing’ doesn’t seem like an appropiate reason to cry.“ he followed her into the kitchen. Y/N reached in the freezer, pulling out her favourite ice cream but he grabbed the box from her hands and put it back. ”Nothing doesn’t require sugary foods either or your emergency ice cream reserved for TV show season or mid-season finales. Was it the movie ? Did that scene upset you or something ? I told you, you shouldn’t have been watching –” “No.“ she said, reaching in the cupboard pulling out a box with double chocolate chip cookies with hazelnuts. “Want some ? I can get out some milk –” “Don’t change the subject.“ he snatched the box holding it behind his back. "Did someone hurt you ? Tell me. I will make them bleed for stealing your smile.” “No.“ she said, reaching behind his back to try and get the box while avoiding his gaze at the same time he tried everything to meet her eyes. “Did someone say something to you ?” he pressed. Y/N shook her head. “Did I – did I do something ? If it was me – I didn’t mean it. You know I say the first thing that pops into my head.” “No, I just –“ her eyes met with his and almost instantly she broke into sobs. ”– I feel horrible. You must’ve felt so alone.“ “What ?” he asked confused, leaving the cookie box on the counter. “Alone ? W-what are you talking about ?” “Growing up… you had no one. I just – I can’t imagine what it must’ve been like not having anyone to turn to. Not being able to hug your mom or your dad. Or your siblings or to be with your family.“ she wiped her cheeks. "And then the Prison World. They sent you away and you didn’t get to live the life you wanted. Instead you spent another two decades alone and everything you went through in there. I just – I w-wish I had known you sooner so you didn’t have to feel that pain. I wish I had magic or there was a time machine so I can go back and be with you so you are not alone and dont ever feel that kind of pain.” Kai watched tears rolling down her cheeks, her eyes watering more and her sobs getting louder until his lips curled in a small smile. Didn’t take him long to realise her friends had spilled the beans about his past in an attempt to push her away from him and make her hate him, no doubt. Probably no one had expected her to have this reaction, even he hadn’t imagined she’d react this way. Whenever people found out about what he had done, they ran. And part of him had been so scared he’d lose the only person who ever truly believed in him, who gave him a chance … he had decided not to share the full extend of everything he had done. And there she was, his best friend, who had just found out all the awful things he had done and instead of resenting him, hating him and pushing him away she stood before him crying and feeling horrible about something she is not responsible of. A quiet sigh left his lips and he took a step towards her, feeling water pooling in his eyes. “Come here silly.“ he wrapped his arms around her tight. "Not gonna lie, it was torture. All of it but I am lucky, you know. After everything I found you and I don’t feel alone anymore.” he said softly stroking her hair. “In fact when I am with you, I kind of forget about all of it. Seeing you smile, hearing you laugh –” he cupped her face. “Don’t you get it ? I have everything I had ever wanted when we are together.” “You do ?“ she said through tears, wiping a tear from his cheek. He didn’t even appear to have noticed he was crying too. “Yes.” he kissed her forehead gently. “You’ve never had that look in your eyes, you know the one your friends get every time I am around. Even now. You know what I did, how mercilessly I –” he swallowed hard. “– killed or heavily maimed most of my siblings in 1994. You don’t look at me as if I am a monster. An abomination. You’ve always looked at me as if I am… worth it. Like I deserve to live and be happy.” Y/N smiled at him. “That’s because you do deserve to live and be happy. You deserve to find someone and start a life. You’ve suffered enough and I –”
“What if I already had … found someone, I mean?” he gazed in her eyes. “Someone I want to start a life with ? Someone who has me feeling things and experience emotions I’ve never thought I’d be lucky enough to live through…”
Y/N’s lips curled into a smile and her heart skipped a beat but before she had had the chance to actually say something Kai cupped her face and pressed his lips against hers pulling her in a gentle kiss. Her hands wrapped around him and too soon his lips pulled away from hers, his eyes remaining closed for a moment expecting her to maybe slap him, yell at him or something.
“Then – this person is the luckiest girl in the world. And she better treat you right or I –“
Kai laughed under his breath, scooped her up into his arms and carried her back to the couch. "You do know the ‘someone’ I am talking about is you right ?
“I hope so. Otherwise that kiss was so confusing.” she smiled and tapped his nose, gazing into his eyes. “I promise I will always be there for you. Always, as long as I am alive you never feel alone again.”
What do the RFA + minor trio think about pineapple on pizza? What kind of food do they like and dislike apart from what's stated in the game? I hope you guys are doing well!
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-Honestly I can see him enjoying
the fruity flavour with his pizza
-He’s just that kind of dude you
know? Like he tries to be mellow and fails
-And what better way to prove you’re
mellow and cool than put some god damn fruit on your pizza??
-If we’re going American food, I
think he’d really like hot pockets
-I mean come on?? They’re fast??
And hot?? And come in so many different ways? Not to mention they can be chEAP
-His favourites are the ham and
-12/10 burns himself EVERY
SINGLE TIME. BUT THEY’RE STILL COLD IN THE MIDDLE. He hates them but still
loves them so much
-But he hates most other
flavours though? He can handle the pizza one but everything else is just a
bunch of blasphemy
-Out of Korean foods I think
he’d like some Bindaetteok, or Mung Bean Pancake
-Sometimes he eats them without
the vinaigrette dipping sauce
-Just piles them into his mouth
-Hates any sort of sour candy
-His precious taste buds can’t
-Actually cries?? When there’s
-His face scrunches up and he
looks so childish but still sO CUTE
-Fruit should be fruit and pizza
should be pizza
-Does not like the two
-Actually appalled when someone
puts pineapple on their pizza
-O V E R D R A M A T I C
-Throws himself to the floor,
curses the world, sheds a few tears
-Seriously. Anything from
-His favourite thing to get
would be a burrito bowl, so it’s got rice, chicken, beans, cheese, and sour
-Which he’s like HELL YEAH IT’S
HEALTHY I’M NOT CHEATING ON MY DIET
-But, SURPRISE, BITCH. THE
PORTION SIZES ARE NOT HEALTHY. Try again later
-Does not like any form of
cheeseburger though from any place
-Always too greasy. He can
literally feel his stomach churn just looking at one
-God forbid any of that grease
runs down his arm. His pERFECT SKIN. NO!
-They’re grilled chicken skewers
covered in red chili sauce
-“It’s chicken MC, it’s
always healthy” not the amount you’re inhaling them they aren’t
-As body conscious as he is, he
hates veggie crackers
-They’re just so artificial and
-Prefers the real vegetable
-Logically fruit has no reason
to be on a pizza
-It’s a conflicting taste for
her mouth and she doesn’t quite know where to place it
-All she knows is wow she does
not like it
-Maybe it’s the crunch that
shouldn’t be there??
-It’s freaking made up of
ladyfingers, rum, and coffee. All in one custard dessert.
-Why in the hell would she not
-She hates nachos
-Hear me out, she’s tried them
once at your request and immediately despised them
-They’re so messy and the chips
-And the cheese just tastes so
artificial, it’s gross to her
-Her guilty pleasures are chapsal
yakgwa (Korean sweet cakes)
-They’re cakes made from honey,
sesame oil, and wheat flour and they taste like glAZED DONUTS
-AND WHAT DO DONUTS GO WELL
-She doesn’t really like Mul
Naengmyeon, which is noodles in ice soup
-It’s not that the flavour isn’t
nice or anything, it’s that it’s so cold
-Dear god if she’s already a
little cold, after eating this it’s like she’s in Antarctica
-He’s had some expensive, top
notch pizza before
-So it has a different flavour
to it, right?
-10/10 believe Jumin Han likes
pineapple on his pizza solely for the reason that he’s high class
-I bet he’s had fresh pineapple
cut up in front of him and placed on his pizza
-RoOt BeEr FlOaTs
-Some of the best french vanilla
bean ice cream
-And some of the best root beer
-Fancy Ass Root Beer Floats™
(Not to mention literally anything you can make into a float. Pineapple juice
and dole whip, amAZING)
-HATES HOT DOGS
- 626: It’s
probably because they make him feel submissive, isn’t it?
you fucking asSHOLE THAT’S NOT IT
-Hates the fact that it’s a
bunch of things just…. mashed together
-And the textURE IS WEIRD.
Uncooked they’re just slimy and floppy and just e w
-He likes Dolsot Bibimbap!
-It’s a hotpot mixed rice, with sautéed
vegetables and toasted seaweed flakes, and sesame seeds!
-Sometimes his saltiness isn’t
enough to cover for his food, so he adds chili paste
-But he doesn’t like Cold
-Something about it being cold
didn’t make him happy
-Possibly because it didn’t feel
like a warm loving meal which he subconsciously just wANTS
- why did i do that to myself
-Isn’t it like lowkey meme-y to
have pineapple on your pizza nowadays??
-He’d definitely have it on
-Does he like it? Yeah it
doesn’t bother him, the crunch is nice
-Definitely not the same as
putting Honey Buddah chips on there but hey it works
-LITERALLY ANY KIND OF MEXICAN
-I can see him just coming home
with a large cardboard box completely stuffed with homemade tacos
-Always trying to make some for
himself at home and setting the damn tortillas on fire
-HATES SALTWATER TAFFY
-As good as the flavours are,
all he can think about is how hARD THEY ARE TO CHEW
-Has flashbacks about the time
he got his teeth practically glued shut because he put too many in his mouth at
-When he actually eats
“real food”, he likes to snack on Hotteok!
-They’re deep fried treats, one
savory and one sweet!
-He prefers the savory one
because it’s salty, it’s filled with glass noodles and garlic pork
-The saltiness stays in tune
with his HBC so his “tongue wouldn’t get confused”
-HE HATES HONEY BUTTER CRUNCHY
RICE BAR SNACKS
-“Saeyoung, they could be
better for you than-” “MC DON’T YOU DARE EVEN SAY IT”
-Doesn’t care what flavour the
package says, they are NOT. THE. SAME. And he HATES THEM
-I think the random crunch on
his pizza would throw him off
-If you like it he’ll completely
respect you and probably force himself to eat it for your sake
-Otherwise I think he’d
respectfully decline it
-If they’re separate, he can
handle it, just not together
-Oh my god he loves literally
any kind of pie
-Searches the world during his
travels to find the best little bakery shops for pies
-His favourite is probably apple
pie because he loves the cinnamon flavour as well!
-WARM APPLE PIE CAN WARM UP THE HEART
-I take it back, there is one
pie he doesn’t like
-HATES IT SO MUCH. It’s just the
thought that this…vegetable is now in a pie… that should be fruity…and
-It’s just the THOUGHT OF IT MC.
He refuses to even try it, that’s how much he hates the thought
-Yaki Mandu! Which is deep friend mandu
-It’s filled with pork, glass
noodles, and a variety of salty seasonings
-A nice change against his sweet
tooth for pies, definitely
-But dislikes Jjinmadu, which is
steamed mandu dumplings
-They’re filled with things such
as pork, onions, and mung bean noodles
-But something about the texture
of the noodle-like wrappers feels weird in his mouth
-Cut it open and take the things
out then hell yeah he’s good to go
-Probably one of those jERKS WHO
FIGHT YOU OVER LIKING PINEAPPLE ON PIZZA
-“FRUIT. DOESN’T. BELONG.
-LIKE STOP BEING LOGICAL AND EAT
THE GOD DAMN PINEAPPLE CHUNK
- IT’S AMAZING OKAY
-Has literally walked out of the
house when you told him you’ve ordered pineapple on the pizza
-Honestly, he really likes s'mores
-Something about the melting marshmallow
makes him and his taste buds happy
- that and being so close to
the fire, damn pyro
-He mixes it up and tries
different chocolate flavours, like caramel or cookies and cream
-But dear god, keep him away
from those “weirdos” on Thanksgiving with the Turducken
-“WHY CAN’T THEY JUST PICK
ONE. JUST ONE BIRD. WHY DO YOU NEED TO SHOVE TWO OTHER BIRDS INTO ONE?
-It’s just so nasty to him. And
it’s waaaaay too much food
-He can be mean but thinks the
people shoving two more birds into one is just w r o n g
-He really likes to snack on
Kancho Choco Biscuits
-Which are these small little
biscuits(cookies) with milk chocolate inside
-Pours the whole box into his
mouth some days because he cAN’T GET THEM IN THERE FAST ENOUGH
-Dislikes Tornado Potatoes
-Mainly because he thinks it’s a
waste of time? People tend to like it because it “looks cool”
according to him
-It’s a fried and seasoned potato
cut into a spiral and spread on a stick
-“MC if I wanted fried
potatoes I’d go get some french fries, they’re easier to eat god dammit”
“Jagi, I’m home!” you heard and you leapt from your seat in your room to meet Minseok.
He held his arms open for you and hugged you tightly around your middle.
“HEHEHEHE, STAAAHP!” you squealed while moving away from him. He looked surprised by your outburst.
“W-what?” he laughed. “You’re that ticklish today?”
“You did that on purpose!!“ you cried, still laughing.
Minseok shook his head and laughed along with you. “Oh, Jagi.”
For the rest of the night, every time he got near you or even looked at you, you would burst out laughing, which would make him laugh a little in turn at how silly you were being.
When it was time for bed, Minseok asked, “So… what should I do?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re extremely ticklish today. Should I just sleep on my side of the bed?”
You thought for a moment. “…Just don’t touch my stomach. Or my armpits. Or my feet. Or–”
He kissed you, took your hand, and it didn’t tickle.
“Good night, Jagi.”
You were sitting on the couch, a book in your hands. You made to turn the page when you felt a sharp poke in your side with Junmyeon’s toe.
“AHH!” You leapt up in your seat, dropping the book in your lap.
“Why didn’t you answer me?“ he asked with a pout.
“I didn’t hear you, I was reading.”
“Do you like this new hair style?”
“Umm, well…” you began, pretending like you were thinking about it, when in reality his hair was on point.
“EEEP!“ you squealed, laughing when he jabbed you in the side again.
Having found your weakness, he leapt on top of you, and didn’t stop tickling until you admitted that his hair was amazing.
Unfortunately, by the time you were done wrestling away from his grasp, he had completely messed up his hair!
“You look… really awesome,” you sneered.
“Shut your mouth, Jagi.”
Yixing had sat down to watch a movie with you, and he put his arm around your waist like he normally did, but instead of leaning into his shoulder like you would have usually done, you burst into a fit of giggles that didn’t subside for a full minute.
When you’d finally stopped laughing, Yixing was still covering his mouth, stifling his own laughs. “When did you get to be so ticklish, Baobei?”
“I don’t know… I just feel that way today.”
You saw the mischievous look in his eye, but you didn’t move away quickly enough. You were pinned beneath him, wriggling away for dear life for about ten seconds. He let you go before your sides began to split.
“Stop it, stop it!!“ you yelled once he was already off you.
“Okay, okay.” He held his hands up to show he didn’t plan on continuing. “…But does that mean we can’t snuggle during the movie?”
You thought for a moment.
“Let me snuggle you this time,” you said, and you were met with an enthusiastic Yixing ready to try being the little spoon. It took him a while to get used to it, and he kept rolling around in your arms trying to get comfortable, but it was worth it for you not to have to watch the movie while holding back tickle laughs during the death scenes.
Sometimes he just woke you up like this, with tickles. Today was especially bad, because he had trapped one of your wrists in a handcuff so you couldn’t escape!
“Where did you get a handcuff?!“ you tried to ask between squealing laughs.
“Jagi is asking too many questions, Jagi must not have enough tickles,” he said as he attacked you more.
You could hardly breathe and you got desperate. With your free hand, you slapped him in the face, which made him back up just long enough for you to protect your stomach by rolling into a ball.
“I’ll hit… somewhere worse… if you don’t stop…!” you gasped.
Baekhyun didn’t look like he was going to quit. “I knew I should have locked both your hands.” He lunged for you and you kicked.
For the rest of the day, Baekhyun whined about how he would never be able to have children now that you had kicked him between his legs. After your fifteenth apology and explanation, you could only roll your eyes and tell him that he was just fine.
“…Maybe we should test them and make sure they’re not broken,“ he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Don’t make me kick you again!!”
You knew as soon as you giggled from his touch that you had better run as fast as you could.
He chased you from one side of the house to the other, then back again. Out of breath, you made one last attempt at escaping his clutches by running outside, down the sidewalk, to the end of the street.
Just as you thought you might be safe, you saw that Jongdae was right behind you! You could only scream as he reached out for you and tickled you to the ground, beneath the yellow light of the streetlamp.
The screams from his laughter and yours combined to sound like two gangs of street cats fighting to the death. You didn’t notice, but several neighbors peeked out of their windows to see what was going on. The neighbors quickly averted their eyes though as the tickles turned into Jongdae’s fight to pin you to the concrete and make out with you, his hands still under your shirt.
You promised he could have as many kisses as he wanted, if he would just let you back into the house and stop touching your ticklish stomach! He agreed, giving you his “you have no idea how many I want” look.
You were sitting in his lap, and a bowl of popcorn was sitting in your lap. The movie had just begun and you were excited you’d finally found two hours you were both free to watch it.
Chanyeol reached around you to grab a handful of popcorn and you tried to ignore how loudly he chewed. You pressed the up volume button to drown it out, even though it was right in your ear.
“Can you chew quieter, Chanyeol?”
“Sorry,” he said. Instead of chomping, now he just chomped slower. Better than before, you supposed.
His next handful, he accidentally grabbed at your stomach, causing you to erupt with laughter, fall to the floor, and spill the bowl of popcorn.
“Jagi!” He looked at you with wide eyes as you tried to calm down, and couldn’t. He tried to help you up, but ended up tickling you again by accident.
“Don’t, don’t!” you gasped, trying to regain your composure.
“You’re so cute,“ he said, not angry about the wasted food.
You made more popcorn and continued the movie, Chanyeol careful not to set you off again… until the movie ended, after which he gently poked your side just to see your reaction.
“I was thinking about doing that the entire movie… hehehe…”
You had just started seeing Kyungsoo, and you knew he was shy about initiating contact. Last date, you had encouraged him to be braver and to hug you if he wanted to.
So as you walked down the street, hand in hand, you hadn’t expected him to suddenly release your hand and grab your waist. It was a little rough, probably form his nerves, but it still tickled.
You squealed and stepped away from him, leaving him frozen in horror on the street corner. You fell onto the grass despite trying to calm yourself down.
Oh, no, how he must be feeling right now…
“Kyungsoo, Kyungsoo…“ you began once you were able to stand up again. “I just want to make it clear. I liked that you did that, I’m just… really ticklish today, I guess,” you said with a giggle.
And then the worry on his face melted away. He began laughing too!
“Cute,“ you thought you heard him whisper as you took his hand again.
“Don’t worry, there will be plenty of time for that on a day when my tummy is not so sensitive,” you told him, causing him to blush at the prospect of future dates with you.
You were play fighting about some made-up argument when Jongin discovered that you were extremely ticklish.
“AAAH STAAAHP!” you screamed when he grabbed you and wouldn’t let go of your stomach.
“Not until you admit that Dachshunds are cuter than Toy Poodles!”
“They are, they are!!!” you screamed, and he released you so you could catch your breath.
But then you were grabbing him, tickling him under his arms, forcing him to say that eggshell was a different color than off-white.
“It is, it is!!!” Jongin yelled.
You both were out of breath now, and neither could remember what had started your pretend fight.
“…Want to eat something?” you asked.
You two had spicy pork ramyeon that night.
“Look at you!” Sehun laughed as he pointed at you, who could not stop laughing. He had poked you in the side almost five minutes ago, and you still hadn’t stopped rolling on the floor.
“Just… give… me… a second…” you wheezed, finally standing up again.
And just like that, you were on the carpet again, and Sehun was laughing right with/at you. You couldn’t stop no matter how hard you tried.
“I can’t believe we’ve spent the past half an hour like this,” Sehun said, seeming to finally be tired of torturing you. “Even Jongin can’t laugh for this long.“
You would have to get him back for this somehow.
“HAHAHA,“ you laughed as Sehun stared at his phone screen in disbelief. His password wouldn’t work.
“What did you do?!”
“This is payback, boy. I want one kiss for every minute I was crying/laughing on the floor, then I’ll tell you the password.”
You could tell by the way Sehun carried out his punishment, pushing you against the wall and avoiding touching your ticklish stomach, that this wasn’t a true punishment for him.