occasionally perfect

I’ve come to the conclusion that if you’re doing any kind of httyd AU, the dragons kind of…can’t be human?  not unless you want to change up their relationship with the “vikings”.  I mean, it’s not as though the dragons in canon are exactly…subservient, but at the same time there’s this feeling of “and now everyone has one!” that wouldn’t sit well with me were they, you know, human people.

so the conclusion would have to be just a simple “and now we’re all friends” instead of “and now we have augmented our society with the powers of these former enemies!!”  also, the whole “we’ve killed thousands of them” thing would be a lot harder to just gloss over.

Sibling Abuse in ACOTAR

I am writing this post to deal with the misconceptions about what constitutes sibling abuse in the ACOTAR fandom. When replying to this post, it is very important to keep the discussion polite and respectful. Please also consider that the trivializing and belittling of this subject can have a negative impact on survivors of this abuse who are reading your comments. I would also request that we leave other characters out of these discussions, especially if they have no bearing on the topic. When using information from one of my sources, I will use a number that I assigned to that source. A separate post with information from different articles will be posted and tagged “sibling abuse sources”, and labeled by the same numbers. I will also be using direct quotes from ACOTAR. I am writing this post in between different school and regular work, so I did not have time to detail the parental abuse (mostly in the form of neglect) also found in ACOTAR. I will only touch on it and its tie to the sibling abuse. If needed, I will do a post on other familial abuse later. I am a survivor of familial abuse – both parental and sibling. Unlike Feyre, the abuse I suffered was physical as well. When reading this post remember that I have a lot of experience with this topic, and that others who read it and your comments may too.

           Family violence is awful in all its forms, but is usually depicted inaccurately with men as just perpetrators and women solely as victims of abusive family acts. This study’s findings indicate that there are no gender differences related to surviving sibling abuse or perpetrating emotional and physical abuse among siblings (3). There are three factors to consider when defining sibling abuse - perception, intent, and severity. Perception refers to how each sibling sees the interaction. If one sibling involved in the sibling relationship views the behavior as abusive, there is a dynamic beyond normal sibling rivalry (3). Intent refers to what a sibling hoped to accomplish through an action or behavior. When sibling abuse is present, the intent of the perpetrating sibling is primarily to cause harm. Severity is related to the duration and intensity of the sibling behavior. As severity increases there is greater chance that the sibling relationship is abusive. Perception, intent, and severity exist within three primary categories of sibling abuse: psychological, physical, and sexual (3). Psychological abuse is typically not recognized by parents and is often dismissed as normal sibling rivalry. This type of abuse includes belittling, intimidation, provocation, destroying possessions, and torturing/killing pets. Psychological abuse is different from “normal” behavior based on consistency and intensity. Examples would include words and actions expressing degradation and contempt that have an impact on the sense of well-being (insecurity and self-esteem) of a sibling, such as daily harassing statements like, “No one in this family cares about you and we would all be happier if you were dead” (3).

           The most prominent perpetrator of sibling abuse in ACOTAR is Nesta. There are numerous words and actions found in the beginning of ACOTAR that support this statement. One of the most prominent instances, was this exchange between the sisters, “What do you know?” Nesta breathed. “You’re just a half-wild beast with the nerve to bark orders at all hours of the day and night. Keep it up, and someday—someday, Feyre, you’ll have no one left to remember you, or to care that you ever existed.” She stormed off, Elain darting after her, cooing her sympathy. They slammed the door to the bedroom hard enough to rattle the dishes. I’d heard the words before—and knew she only repeated them because I’d flinched that first time she spat them. They still burned anyway.” The last insult she told Feyre is almost identical to the example given by Source 3, “No one in this family cares about you and we would all be happier if you were dead”. The text shows that Nesta had said similar hurtful statements before, and said them knowing that they emotionally hurt Feyre. By analyzing this exchange with the three aspects of sibling abuse in mind, this exchange is clearly psychologically abusive. Feyre clearly perceives this as a verbal/emotional attack, and the words Nesta use greatly wounds Feyre emotionally. Nesta’s intent in this situation is also clear – she is seeking to hurt Feyre. Nesta is looking to wound Feyre for her disapproving of Nesta’s possible marriage proposal. Nesta uses this specific phrase because she has used it in the past and knew it had hurt Feyre’s feelings. The last aspect of sibling abuse, severity, is also evidenced by this exchange. Nesta has used almost those exact words to hurt Feyre before, and she actively looks for ways to wound Feyre emotionally, as evidenced by more quotes found from the book.

           More exchanges that reek of abuse found in ACOTAR include, “… so you can have enough time to paint your glorious masterpieces.” She sneered at the pillar of foxglove I’d painted along the edge of the table…” In this quote from Nesta, she is knowingly and purposefully mocking the only activity Feyre enjoys – painting. Her sneering at Feyre’s work also highlights just how sarcastic Nesta’s words are when she called Feyre’s painting masterpieces. Sarcasm on its own is not abuse, but when paired with Nesta’s actions (like trying to hurt Feyre’s self-esteem and pride of her artwork) shows that Nesta has the intent to emotionally wound Feyre. And Nesta succeeds in her attempt to belittle Feyre’s art, “I drowned the urge to cover up the painting with my hand. Maybe tomorrow I’d just scrape it off the table altogether.” Nesta’s next psychological abuse tactic is to humiliate Feyre in front of their father and other sister by exposing Feyre’s sexual activity and trying to use it to shame her. “She added with a small smile, “At least I don’t have to resort to rutting in the hay with Isaac Hale like an animal.” My father let out an embarrassed cough, looking to his cot by the fire. He’d never said a word against Nesta, from either fear or guilt, and apparently, he wasn’t going to start now, even if this was the first he was hearing of Isaac.” The role their father plays in allowing and propagating the abuse will be discussed later, but is seen in this quote. It is also interesting his potential “fear” of Nesta. This is an example of an abuser humiliating their victim to elicit shame in the target of their attacks. As will be discussed later, lowering a victim’s self-worth and increasing their shame is a tactic to gain power over them. Sex shaming an individual on its own, while hurtful, is not only abusive. But when the other factors of the situation are considered, it adds to the narrative of daily abuse Nesta bestows on Feyre. When analyzing this situation with the three sibling abuse factors, perception, intent, and severity, it is easy to see that Nesta is being abusive again in the text.

Siblings who resort to bullying view it as a means to exert power, often in response to the fact that they have been victimized by parents, older siblings, or someone outside the family (1). The aggression of the perpetrators can be a means of getting back at a favored child and releasing the anger stemming from their own abuse or an attempt to claim a sense of mastery over the trauma of their own abuse or situation. The aggression can also be a form of mimicry that is reinforced by other aggressors in the family (1).

The whole power dynamic of Feyre’s family is entirely turned upside down. The father no longer has control or power over his children, and they are left to grapple for it between each other. His lack of control is seen not only in how he never tells his children what to do or reprimands them for their treatment of each other, but also in the ways Nesta looks to use his painfully injured leg against him, “His simply carved cane was propped up against his chair—a cane he’d made for himself … and that Nesta was sometimes prone to leaving far out of his reach.” Nesta is malicious in her behavior towards him, and while it is understandable for her to be angry and hurt by his negligence, it does not give her the right to lash out at him and Feyre. No human is perfect, so occasional outbursts would be understood, but her consistent and calculated actions against the members of her family show that the situation they have grown up in has affected her enough to use abuse tactics to try to regain power in the situation. The following quote from the book is another instance of her seeking to claim power from the others, “From beside my father, Nesta snorted. Not surprising. Any bit of praise for anyone—me, Elain, other villagers—usually resulted in her dismissal. And any word from our father usually resulted in her ridicule as well.” Anything that could help lift Feyre’s sense of self-esteem is instantly destroyed by Nesta. Nesta is almost certainly in pain, and she is looking to make sure everyone not only stays that way – but hurts more than her. Some might argue that Feyre is the one with the most power in the family, since she is the only provider and source of food and money. There might be credence to this, if it weren’t for two things. First, Feyre would never withhold food, or money for survival necessities, from her family in order to control them. Second, it is possible that one of the reasons Nesta resents Feyre is because she is the sole provider (Nesta could change this by trying to help support the family, but doesn’t) and used psychological means of taking any power that Feyre might have. An example of this can be seen in the following exchange between the sisters, “Nesta picked at her long, neat nails. “I hate chopping wood. I always get splinters.” She glanced up from beneath her dark lashes. Of all of us, Nesta looked the most like our mother—especially when she wanted something. “Besides, Feyre,” she said with a pout, “you’re so much better at it! It takes you half the time it takes me. Your hands are suited for it—they’re already so rough.”” Nesta will eventually chop the wood, but she did not do it prior to the book starting when Feyre originally asked her to, and most likely only does it to try to curry some favor with Feyre before they head to the market, which will be addressed later. In this exchange, Nesta is using what, at first glance, looks to be a compliment, but is really intended to insult Feyre. First, Nesta offered an excuse not to contribute to the family’s survival, then she compliments Feyre’s ability to chop wood, and followed it up with a compliment that Feyre had an affinity for wood chopping – since her hands were rough. This is, of course, an insult since Nesta believes that manual labor which impacts the hands is a task only poor people – people lesser than her – should do. Her belief is evidenced by the perfectly kept state of her own hands and fingers. Feyre, the provider, theoretically should be able to demand help from her family. But she at most offers empty threats, since she promised her mother that she would care for them no matter what. If Nesta did not chop the wood, Feyre would have eventually done it. This is a fact that Nesta knows and exploits. That is why Feyre does more than the bulk of the work needed for the family’s survival. These, along with other exchanges in the book, show that Nesta is using psychological abuse to claim power from her family.

           Several studies over the past three decades found data which shows that sibling abuse is pandemic and can have fatal results. One study found that as many as 40% of children in the United States engage in physical aggression against siblings, and as many as 85% engage in verbal aggression against siblings on a regular basis (1). Many factors, such as the severity and intent of an act by one sibling and the emotional impact of that act on another sibling, is used when determining if an interaction is abusive. Negative sibling relationships are characterized by fear, shame, and hopelessness. Negative relationships indicate that some form of abuse is occurring (1). Examples include ridicule, which involves both words and actions that express contempt and degradation, which deprives the victim of a sense of self-worth. The sibling who can exacerbate fear gains control in the relationship through minimizing the other’s self-esteem (1). Emotional abuse includes numerous and often cruel forms of abuse, such as belittling, intimidation, scorn, provocation, destroying possessions, and torturing/killing pets.

As discussed earlier, Nesta is looking to gain control from the other family members through contempt, degradation, belittlement, scorn, and goading. This is evidenced yet again in the following excerpt, “My sisters had gone quiet, and I looked up in time to see Nesta crinkle her nose with a sniff. She picked at my cloak. “You stink like a pig covered in its own filth. Can’t you at least try to pretend that you’re not an ignorant peasant?” I didn’t let the sting and ache show. I’d been too young to learn more than the basics of manners and reading and writing when our family had fallen into misfortune, and she’d never let me forget it.” Nesta is belittling how Feyre provides for the family by insulting her appearance after hunting and bringing home food. She is also purposefully picking at Feyre’s insecurity – the fact that she was never able to learn to read and other skills the upper/middle class have in their society. Examining this interaction with the three factors of sibling abuse in mind, Nesta is yet again abusive. Perception – Feyre feels the “sting and ache” that Nesta’s words create in her. She is emotionally hurt by her sister yet again. Intent- Nesta is looking to undermine Feyre’s accomplishment in killing a deer and looking to use a known insecurity to hurt Feyre more. Severity – the text states that Nesta has used illiteracy, manual labor, and lack of education to mock Feyre before, and this is yet again another instance of her calculating what the best words to wound Feyre are in that situation. Yet another example of Nesta finding ways to exert control on her family members is seen here, ““Take those disgusting clothes off.” I took my time, swallowing the words I wanted to bark back at her.” Some might argue that Feyre is abusive as well, and while it is important to keep in mind that all interactions are seen from Feyre’s perspective and might be biased, Feyre’s intent is also very clear. After Nesta negatively orders her to disrobe, she feels the insult in the order, but tries to keep her anger inside her and not lash out. That is not a commonly found trait in abusers, and Nesta certainly doesn’t display it. When angered, Nesta instantly lashes out, and looks to find ways to severely hurt those who she is upset with.

The family environment is an important factor in sibling abuse because sibling abuse often is a reflection of behavior that has been witnessed or experienced within the family. The family is an interdependent unit, and the actions of one family member have an impact on all the other members. Conflict over the number of emotional and material resources available, and how parents handle it, heightens stress among siblings. Children are at greater risk of sibling abuse if their parents are unavailable to meet the children’s needs and are unable to help them to resolve sibling tensions (1). Experts on sibling abuse have proposed that maladaptive parental behavior and dysfunctional family structures play key roles in fueling sibling abuse. In a study conducted by Wiehe (1997), the normalization of abuse by parents was found to be a key factor in the severity and frequency of abuse between siblings (1). It’s been proved that an abused child may inflict abuse on a sibling because they are modeling the actions of their parents.  Some victims of severe sibling abuse have reported that their family environments were toxic. Wiehe (2000) reported that some victims have “described the atmosphere in their home as a ‘battleground.’ A culture of violence developed for all family members living in this culture”. Raised in such an environment, children learn to survive through intimidation and cruelty. Families who live in chaos are at risk of sibling abuse. Chaotic and disorganized families move from crisis to crisis, and it seems that no one has control. Parental stress and overburdened caretakers are two factors that result in the assignment of parental responsibilities and tasks to children. It has been shown that there is a strong link between lack of parental supervision and the frequency and severity of sibling abuse (1).

The father in ACOTAR is neglectful to the point of abuse, which will be discussed in a different post in the future. His emotional unavailability, inability to / lack of trying to provide for the family, and refusal to protect the siblings from each other all display his neglectful abuse. The chaotic situations the family endures – losing their mother, losing their fortune, moving to a hovel, watching their father beat, living without parents who provide for them – all deeply impact the sisters. All of them are hurting, and this leads some of them to turn to abuse to deal with the issues. “But at least Nesta didn’t fill our heads with useless talk of regaining our wealth, like my father. No, she just spent whatever money I didn’t hide from her, and rarely bothered to acknowledge my father’s limping presence at all. Some days, I couldn’t tell which of us was the most wretched and bitter.” The losses this family has faced has brought them all low and filled them with pain, but it seems only Feyre is looking to actively improve their situation.

Some families promote the development of alliances at the expense of other family members. When this happens, an unhealthy triangle develops in the family structure. Triangles are not always bad. However, when rigid rules and patterns are established in the triangle, problems may arise. When this type of triangle exists in a family, resolution of emotional problems is often prevented (1). 

There is an unhealthy trio in the house – and Feyre got the short end of it. Nesta and Elain are the most bonded, and Nesta actively looks to undermine and cause Feyre pain. Instead of Elain trying to heal the rift between the other two sisters, she takes Nesta’s side – even though Nesta is predominantly cruel. This unhealthy partnership, the support of an abusive individual, and neglectfulness to the point of abuse along with the father, all show that Elain is not innocent when it comes to sibling abuse. Textual evidence of this will be provided and analyzed in a different post. Nesta also psychologically abuses Elain – but to a much lesser extent than Feyre. This again, will be covered in a different post. This post has grown too long, and so it will continue to mostly focus on the sibling dynamic between Nesta and Feyre.

           According to the National Family Violence Survey, the rates of sibling abuse “make the high rates of other forms of family violence, such as parents abusing children or spouses abusing each other, seem modest by comparison”. Even with the high incident rates, sibling abuse is the least reported and researched form of abuse (4). Emotional abuse may include verbal intimidation or name calling, degradation, insults, and threatening or completing acts of violence (4). The differences between sibling violence and abuse are that violence showed reciprocal aggression between siblings, and abuse was a result of one sibling exerting power over the other. Capsi defined sibling abuse as, “unidirectional hostility where one sibling seeks to overpower the other via a reign of terror and intimidation and reflects an asymmetrical power arrangement” (4). When assessing psychological abuse, questions related to emotional aggression can be used. These include, “what is happening that hurts your feelings?” and intent “[insert example from student’s story], did this happen accidently or on purpose? What tells you that it was ‘on purpose’?” Questions such as these will likely elicit concrete descriptions of the behavior between children (4).

           There is another source of power found within families – money and material items. Feyre is the provider of the family, the one who risks her life to hunt and bring back game. The animals can be used for a few purposes, for instance, some parts will be used for food, and other parts sold for money. Feyre, the main/only real source of income for the family should be able to decide how the money is spent. This right is undeserved and should be revoked if the provider is selfish and wasteful with the family’s funds. The book shows that Feyre is neither. Instead, her sisters are the selfish ones when it comes to money:

“I’d love a new cloak,” Elain said at last with a sigh, at the same moment Nesta rose and declared: “I need a new pair of boots.””

“I kept quiet, knowing better than to get in the middle of one of their arguments, but I glanced at Nesta’s still-shiny pair by the door. Beside hers, my too-small boots were falling apart at the seams, held together only by fraying laces.”

“She drew out the two syllables of my name—fay-ruh—into the most hideous whine I’d ever endured, and Nesta loudly clicked her tongue before ordering her to shut up.”

“I drowned them out as they began quarreling over who would get the money the hide would fetch tomorrow…”

           Why should either Elain or Nesta be given the funds the hides would earn? Neither of them hunted the animals. If they weren’t being selfish, they would be discussing the ways to use the money to best provide for the family – every member. Instead, they bicker over which one of their unhelpful and lazy selves should spend the money for their own individual benefit. Clothing is of course a necessity, but Feyre’s clothes are in far worse a state than their own, partly due to her physical activities she performs to provide for them. Since she is the youngest, it is also likely, though not specifically stated, that she got the hand-me-downs over the years as many younger siblings do, especially in poor households. Yet the siblings who did not earn the money argue over how they will spend it. Many abusers are willfully ignorant of their selfish behavior and how it affects others. Other abusers, as is likely in Nesta’s case, also selfishly seek to use money they have or haven’t earned as a power ploy. Nesta, who constantly points out Feyre’s shabby and poor appearance, has no doubt noticed the differences between their apparel. She certainly knows that Feyre’s are in a worse state, but still seeks to better her own wardrobe at the cost of her sister. Though Feyre earned the money, Nesta is trying to take away Feyre’s power to use it.

Physical and emotional sibling violence are one of the most common forms of violence against children and the consequences of physical and emotional sibling abuse can affect children and adults. Research has found children and adolescents who have experienced sibling violence to have experienced mental health, loneliness, psychological problems, and poor peer interaction and behavioral problems (2). Violence against a child, regardless of, is still violence against a child, unfortunately sibling violence has been mostly ignored in child welfare. Children and teenagers who had experienced sibling aggression reported higher mental health issues than children who had not experienced sibling abuse. Children who were victims, and perpetrators, of sibling abuse were found to be more likely to end up in abusive romantic relationships later in life (2). Both the victims and the perpetrators of emotional sibling abuse tend to have significantly lower levels of self-esteem as adults than do nonvictims (1).

The unhealthy dynamic that Feyre and Nesta grew up with was rife with the possibilities to become a selfish and psychologically unhealthy individual. Nesta had considered an engagement, which implies a prior attachment/relationship, with a man who would most likely be abusive. Feyre did end up in love with a romantically abusive partner, Tamlin. Tamlin was not just abusive towards her, but also arguably to Lucien. All sisters were unlucky enough to live in a situation that can create abusers, but only one sister did not show any indications of being abusive – Feyre. Unfortunately, she was romantically involved with an abuser, but thankfully got out and found someone who would not abuse her for the first time in her life.  

Almost all interaction between Feyre and Nesta in the beginning of ACOTAR is Nesta trying to emotionally hurt Feyre and purposefully lower her self-esteem. When reading the book, it is important to remember that Nesta has been treating Feyre that way for years – not just the few days the readers see. Feyre has been living in a hostile environment, one that Nesta inflames, for years. She has suffered emotional and mental trauma at the hands of Nesta’s psychological abuse.  

Abuse is abuse. Siblings are fully capable of abusing each other, and do so in ACOTAR. Nesta’s later actions in no way erase her abusive behavior. Future actions do not change past ones, but can begin to try to make up for it. Some abusers can and will look to protect their victims from outside threats and dangers besides themselves. Some abusers will love and care for their victims. Some abusers will do nice and kind things for their victims. Some abusers will even change their behavior. But none of it, none of it, will in any way lessen or erase their current or past abuse. Some readers don’t think Nesta did anything wrong. Some don’t want an apology from Nesta, and think it would be out of character, in that sense, they would be right. It is out of character for abusers to apologize for their behavior. But that does not mean the abusers don’t need to, or shouldn’t, apologize for their actions. Or be held accountable for them.

In order for an abuser to deserve forgiveness they need to recognize their actions as wrong. They then need to meaningfully apologize. Lastly, abusers would need to change their behavior and keep it that way. Then they would not fit the criteria for an abuser any longer. Simply stopping abusive actions do not undo abuse, erase it, or mean a person no longer deserved the title of abuser.

Nesta was an abusive sibling. The fact is that she actively sought out ways to hurt her sisters continually on a daily basis for years. The problem isn’t just that she wasn’t unconcerned with other’s feelings, it was that she calculated ways to hurt them. Whether she still is, or is not abusive is not what is being discussed in this post. Nesta’s character is an excellent opportunity for the author to show how an abuser can grow and change and be redeemed.

Personally, I will never enjoy reading about Nesta’s character. Many of her actions in ACOTAR are nearly identical to many of my brother’s. Her treatment of Feyre is very similar to some of the ways he treated me. I can’t read parts of the book with Nesta’s character and not be reminded of my brother. It is certainly possible for Nesta to grow and change, like my brother could, but even if they do, I would still not want to read about, or associate, with them. Many readers who have not suffered through sibling abuse will have no problem reading and enjoying Nesta’s character, and there is no problem with that. The problem is only when readers erase negative aspects of a character, and claim there were no misdeeds done by characters they like.

There is nothing wrong with liking a strong, willful, sarcastic, uncaring character. There is nothing wrong with liking a morally gray character. Or a villain. Many do, including myself. The situation only changes to being not okay when people refuse to acknowledge a character’s misdeeds and mistreatment of others. Everyone can have problematic faves, the only problem arises when fans refuse to acknowledge their fave’s problematic behavior. We are all capable of critical thinking and liking complex things. There is no reason to blindly pretend a character has no flaws, or that the flaws aren’t harmful to others. We can still love characters, flaws and all.

Again, I ask that only polite discussion takes place on the subjects of abuse in the fandom. There is no reason to write words that can be construed as hurtful to people who have suffered sibling, and other, abuse in the past. Please remember that survivors could be reading anything you post and say. I am tagging everyone who liked/reblogged a post I saw earlier stating there was no sibling abuse in ACOTAR. I am not looking to call anyone out, but only to shed light on a very prevalent and harmful form of abuse that has been swept under the rug far too many times.

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anonymous asked:

bts reaction when their gf hide her face in their neck when a sex scene come in the movie while watching it with the rest of them

nice. one cringe fest coming right up.


Jin

You pulled the blanket a little tighter around your lap and thanked heaven Yoongi had decided to flip the lights off before the movie had begun because you were 99% sure your face was as red as the walls of Christian Grey’s Red Room. You groaned inwardly as the movie slipped into another sex scene. Who on earth had picked this movie?

Yoongi cleared his throat from his spot on the floor. “What the fuck, Namjoon.”

“The review said it was educational.“, Namjoon whined.

‘Did an aspiring pornstar write this particular review, because the only way this can be educ-‘”

Hobi reached out from behind him and artfully placed his hands over Yoongi’s mouth. “We get it, Yoongi.”

Tae blinked, and motioned with his chin at the screen. “Seems like she’s gonna get it soon too.”

The banter was not helping. In fact, you were sure that the heat your face was producing was enough to burn through Jin’s sweatshirt, singeing the material that covered the shoulder on which your head rested. Cringing at another particularly loud (and hopefullly, fake) moan, you turned your face and buried your nose into the crook of his neck. At least you can block out the sight, if not the sounds.

When he feels how hot your face is, he goes still before chuckling quietly to himself. “_____-”, he murmurs into your ear, barely audible over the sound of Namjoon being offended at Tae’s comment. “Remind me to tease you about this after these idiots leave, just in case I forget – which– I assure you, I definitely won’t.


Yoongi

you’d tried so hard, so very hard. you knew you’d hear about it till the day you died if Yoongi so much even had an inkling that just the mild, non-expletive sex scene had you redder than a traffic light. but no. as hard as tried, even the slightest of moans or the sight of just a little bit more skin heated your face until you were sure you were letting off a red glow in the darkness of the room. 

 just when you thought you had a handle on your bubbling embarrassment, a disgustingly loud sigh floated through the speakers, nearly loud enough to awaken the half-asleep boys scattered around your living room. 

that’s it. you’ve had enough.

Face burning, you screwed your eyes shut and shoved your head into the angle between Yoongi’s neck and bony shoulder. Your boyfriend smirked, already having expected this from previous experiences, and hoisted you closer to him, bringing his mouth to your ear. “why are you blushing? that’s exactly how you sound, except it’s a bit more real because come on– it’s me.”

You choke.


Hoseok

It wasn’t helping that Hoseok was absentmindedly stroking the skin stretched over the small of your back, the occasional scratch of his perfect nails a tantalizing contrast to the smooth caress of his fingertips. However calming it would have been in any other situation, Hoseok’s ministrations were not helping right now. 

oh god. it’s not stopping– it’s not ending, why is it not ending? ohgodohgodohgod

You reach your limit when the actress on screen delivered yet another breathy moan that honestly was so loud and feigned you wondered how it didn’t wake up even the sleeping Yoongi draped across an armchair. Blood flushed beneath your skin, the faint pink of your ears further deepening as Hoseok’s careless fingers skim over the soft curve of your belly.

In a final attempt to retain any amount of dignity (and an unscarred conscience), you let your head drop onto Hoseok’s chest, letting the cool material of his shirt calm your heated skin, hoping as hard as you can that he wouldn’t notice your embarrassment. After a moment of stillness, Hobi withdraws his hand from your skin and slips into your hair, a habit of his when he knows you’re slowly succumbing into the lull of sleep. Good. He thinks you’re asleep, which is great, because: 

a) your boyfriend doesn’t need to know how embarrassed you still get over sex scenes, and

b) your said boyfriend also doesn’t need to know how much him touching you further aggravates said embarrassment over said sex scene.

Under that (oblivious) assumption, you tide out the rest of the cringe-worthy sequence by hiding in Hoseok’s chest. But little do you know, Hobi –that sneaky lil shit – is smirking as he plays with your hair. He’d felt you squirm the moment the scene had begun and quickly deduced the reason for your very obvious discomfort. He’d also gathered that you were trying very, very hard to play it cool and were blissfully unaware that Hoseok already knows.

But he’s not going to take advantage of that. Right?


Namjoon

You cringed and withdrew into the solace of the dark nook in your boyfriend’s shoulder, biting your lip as your embarrassment physically takes hold of you. Yeesh. The movie had sprung that sex scene on the lot of you literally out of the blue, and you did not appreciate having to be stuck with seven other boys who had a collective mental age below that of a teenage boy who had just discovered about menstruation in that kind of situation.

Namjoon recoils a little when he feels the heat of your face against his skin. “____, you feel kinda warm. Are you sick?”

Great. You bite back a groan (it would have been highly inappropriate at the moment otherwise) at the thought of having your boyfriend know you were still embarrassed about sex scenes. Even non-explicit ones like the one on TV right then.

Namjoon’s hands tightened over your arms in concern when no answer comes. “____?”

You sigh, submitting yourself to your fate. “I’m not sick, I’m just–” You shudder as the actor onscreen delivers a cheesy line before pushing his girlfriend onto a couch. Ewewewew. “–embarrassed.”

“About what– oh. Oh.”

“Yeah.”

There’s a moment of silence as Namjoon dissects that in his brainy head.

“But, you barely flinch during horror movies. And, you don’t mind when I–”

You wince, mortified. “Namjoon, when we make love, usually all six of your best friends are not present.”

Blood rushes to his face, a beautiful flush right under his golden skin. “Oh.”


Jimin

Jimin prods at your cheek. “Hey.” His voice dropped a little lower when he confirms his suspicions. “Wow, really?”

You wince at the absolute astonishment in your boyfriend’s voice when he catches a glimpse of your tomato red face. “Hey, I’m just uncomfortable.”

He frowned, his brows furrowing into a little V.  His fingers traced the curve of your year, amazed at how embarrassed you seemed. “Do you want to leave and do something else? I’m sure they won’t notice.”

You shove your face back into his neck, pressing the heat of your cheek to his cool skin.  “No, I’m fine. It’s just… traumatic.“

Jimin deliberates for a second before grinning as he wraps his arms around you again. “Traumatic.”

You shudder as another moan floats through the slow instrumental music accompanying the full-blown sex scene playing out on the TV screen. “Yeah.”

He sighs and presses a kiss to your forehead, his soft hand stretching out over your hairline in a weak attempt to cool the blood rushing there. He’s already accepted this as another little quirk of yours (and also something to tease you about later when the boys had left.) “Okay. I’ll let you know when it’s over.”


Taehyung

Tae slips his hands below your jaws and lifts your face from his neck. You wince as he judges your flushed skin and sends you an incredulous stare. “I didn’t think you were the type to get embarrassed over stuff like this.”

You roll your eyes and flop back onto his chest, hoping to god that none of the other boys were picking up on this conversation you’d rather keep under wraps. (Can’t have anyone guessing you weren’t the impenetrable and immovable rock you claimed to be.) “Well, I guess you know now.”

“Wow. You’re so cute, ____.” A boxy smile makes a mischievously stretches itself across his lips. “Wait until Kook hears about this. This is gonna be hila-”

You slapped him across the ribs. “Not a word–”, you force out through gritted teeth. “–gets out to any of them. Especially Jungkook.”

Tae pinches your flaming cheek, his wide smile bright against the darkness of the room. “How can you be so cute, but terrifying at the same time?”

You shoot him a glare.

“Okay, okay. My mouth is zipped.” He pretended running a zipper over his mouth, then pats his chest, indicating that you should lie down again. You comply, preparing to somehow tide over the sex scene that had still not finished its business in the protection the soft wool of his sweater offered.


Jungkook

You don’t know why, but when the sex scene begins, you feel like you’re a tween again, sitting between your parents while watching the Titanic and pretending not to understand when Jack and Rose do the diddly-do.

Maybe it’s the fact that you were dating the youngest of the seven boys casually spread around on your couch or on the hardwood floor. Maybe it’s the fact that Namjoon and Jin were sitting just a few feet away (It couldn’t get more awkward than that.) Or maybe, it’s the fact that the only person more embarrassed than you right now was your boyfriend Jeon Jungkook.

Jeez. You think as your cheeks flame. They’re really going for it.

Thoroughly embarrassed, you turn and tuck your face into the crook of Jungkook’s neck. Maybe if you blocked it out it would get over faster.

Unfortunately, Jungkook had just about no idea how to deal with this himself, so it’s only inevitable that the added disadvantage of having you this close to him left him quite frozen with panic.

So what does Jungkook do?

Well, he does what anyone would do if he was stuck watching a sex scene with his date while his parent figures lurked close by: He holds his breath and hopes nobody brings it up as long as he lives.


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chapter 3: I’ll take my chances // Shawn Mendes

Prologue: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165826891058/6-minutes-left-prologue-shawn-mendes

Chapter 1: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165861136790/chapter-1-youre-going-to-wish-wed-never-been

Chapter 2: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/166035402061/chapter-2-why-did-you-come-here-shawn-mendes

Authors note: What do you guys think? Should Shawn still be a jerk to her or should he start to warm up to her? TELL ME TELL ME TELL ME

Recap: “I’ll see you next time.” He grins at me while I stare indifferently at him. “Y/n.”
I slammed the door. There was no way in hell that the arrogant man who was just in my room was my soulmate. Not unless someone stuffed something up.


“Mum?” I ask, looking up at her from my yogurt and granola breakfast. It was the morning after the visit from my soulmate- who I still didn’t know the name of.

“Yes Sweetie?” She turns to me from where she stands by the sink, washing the dishes.

“Is it possible that a match can be a mistake?” I bite my lip, awaiting her answer.

Her eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “Not at all, Y/n. Why do you ask that?” 

I push the oats around with my spoon, feeling disappointed. “I just saw a match the other day and they’re the complete opposite of each other. In any other world I think they wouldn’t have even spared each other a glance.”

She hums, thinking it over. “Sometimes the soulmate system is like that. We put people together who some may think would never work. Yes we take appearances into consideration, but it’s really about what’s on the inside.” She sends me a small smile. “We don’t just mix and match Y/n, you know that the matching officials spend months picking the perfect pairs. Occasionally we get soulmates where we wonder did we make the right decision or will they even work?”

“So there could be mistakes?” I ask hopefully, and she pauses, scanning my expression curiously.

“I wouldn’t bet on it Honey. We never make errors. The human race depends on the system too much for us to stuff things up.”

I nod absentmindedly. “What if one of them was hell-bent on never having a soulmate?” I ask quietly, feeling a weight on my chest.

“You’re asking a lot of unusual questions today. Are you feeling okay?” Mum asks, wiping the suds off her hands and walking over to me.

“Yeah, I guess I’m just nervous to meet my soulmate. What do I do if he doesn’t want me.” My voice is so quiet now and I fear that if I raise it, I’ll start crying.

“Honey, you can’t think like that. That is the worst case scenario that you’re thinking of.” She leans over the counter top of the breakfast bar to stroke a piece of hair behind my ear.

“If that does happen, here’s what you’re going to do.” She has a determined look in her eyes and I know that I’m in for a good pep talk.

“What am I going to do?” I grin at her and she holds my hands, keeping my gaze.

“You’re going to walk right up to your soulmate and say, “Its too bad that you don’t want me because I am the greatest girl you’re ever going to get! No one’s going to treat you the way I’do treat you and there’s no way in hell that you’d find a girl who would love you the way I’d love you.” I laugh, shaking my head at my Mum’s attempt to cheer me up.

“If that doesn’t work just slap a little sense into him.” She winks at me and I smile, shaking my head.

“You’re crazy Mum,” 

“Hey! We share the same DNA so you’re calling yourself crazy.” She scolds me and I get up, putting my bowl by the sink.

As I’m about to leave I say the one thing I know that will rile her up more than anything. Chucking a grin at her I call “People say I look more like Dad. Your genes are weak!”

I think a plate might have smashed.


A knocking on my door breaks my concentration from the book I was reading. I still, waiting to hear the sound again. More knocking persists and I feel my stomach flip. The sound wasn’t coming from my bedroom door, it was the one leading to my patio.

It was dark outside, my alarm clock reading 9:36.  I peel the covers off my body, goosebumps appearing on my bare legs, my sleep attire only consisting of a large t shirt and some pajama shorts. Creeping over to the door, I peek out of the curtains.

My soulmate stands on the other side of the glass, an unimpressed look on his face. He mouths something and I stare at him, confused. 

“What?” I say, pulling the curtains away. He points at the door and I smirk, finally understanding what he wants.

“You want to come inside?” I say smugly, placing my hands on my hips. He nods once, shoving his hands into his jean pockets and rocking back on his heels. Surprise, surprise, he was wearing all black again.

I wave good bye at him, and a look of shock appears on his face just as the curtain covers him. I grin as I walk back to my bed, feeling triumph as I was the one who got to walk away this time.

My doorknob rattles and I sit back on my bed, confident that in a few minutes he’d be gone. Once again, it looks like I’ve underestimated my soulmate.

The door opens, a chilly air brushing over my legs. My match slides through, his hair a ruffled mess atop his head.

“That wasn’t very nice of you Princess.” He grins, shutting the door behind him.

“I don’t want to know how you got in, again.” I tell him, picking my book back up to read, intent on ignoring his presence.

“I came all this way to see you and you’re just going to ignore me?” He pouts cheekily and I close my novel calmly. Getting back up, I prowl towards my match.

“So you finally come crawling back to your soulmate? Thought you didn’t want me?” I taunt, waiting for his reply of disinterest to hit me. My words seem to roll off him however.

“I don’t.” He states, yet for a second he looked unsure. I stare back at him, my mother’s words filling my mind.

“Listen here Match.” I spit, stepping closer to him. “Its too bad that you don’t want me because I am the greatest girl you will ever get.” He doesn’t say anything, just waits for me to continue. 

“You are missing out on the best thing that could ever happen to you. No one’s going to treat you the way I’d treat you and there’s no way in hell that you’d find a girl who would love you the way I’d love you.” 

It’s silent, and my cheeks heat in embarrassment from my outburst. He grips my chin softly, forcing me to meet his hazel eyes. He’s close enough that I could kiss him if I wanted to. I hold my breath waiting for his response.

Leaning close enough that our noses brush he whispers, “I’ll take my chances”, then he’s gone and I’m left standing there wondering what the heck just happened.

Originally posted by kdrauhl

BTS Reaction to Their Best Friend Accidently Confessing to Them; Rap Monster Version

Originally posted by pjkook

“Joonie!” Y/N yelled, stomping out of her room with her arms folded across her chest. She marched her way into the living room and huffed when she saw her roommate, and best friend, with his headphones blaring and computer in his lap.

He was nestled into a little blanket cocoon on the living room couch, his head nodding along to whatever music he was composing. Namjoon hummed gently under his breath as he listened, clicking around on his computer occasionally to create the perfect music for his ears. Y/N noticed the empty drink cans and snack bags scattered about the coffee table and floor and she sighed, her eyes softening. She reached over and pulled the headphones off Namjoon, smacking him gently upside the head with a pile of papers he held in her hands.

“What did I tell you about playing your music so loud? You’re going to go deaf someday.” Y/N chastised as Namjoon rubbed the spot where she had hit him.

“And I thought we talked about your mental abuse issues as well?” he teased lightly, stretching his stiff limbs and running a hand through his messy hair.

“You’ve been out here for a long time.” Y/N commented as she moved around to clean up Namjoon’s mess.

“Eleven hours.” Namjoon said as if he were talking about the weather.

“And you’re not even close to done?”

“Nope.”

“You know that your demo deadline is in four days.” Y/N sat down next to Namjoon on the couch, crossing her legs underneath her. Namjoon groaned and ran a hand over his face.

“I know, I know, it’ll get done.” He sighed, propping his feet up on the coffee table.

He let his gaze slightly wander over his friend, noticing that she was wearing those tantalizing night shorts that kept him awake in the wee hours of the morning. Namjoon could feel his heart stir up, and the fact that Y/N was also wearing one of his shirts (his favorite black one that was way way too big on her and that slipped off her shoulders) wasn’t helping the situation in the slightest. Namjoon noticed the stack of papers Y/N held in her hands and diverted his attention from his beating heart to those instead.

“Whatcha got there?” he asked, pointing at the papers with his eyes.

“Oh, this?” Y/N flipped through the papers absentmindedly, “It’s a partner scene we have to do in my intro to drama class. It’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about.” Namjoon looked at Y/N curiously, but stayed silent, urging her to continue with a nod of his head.

“My partner for this honestly doesn’t care about the class, I think he’s just taking it for the elective credit but you know how much acting means to me. Anyways, I want to do a good job in this, but without practicing with anyone it’s kind of hard to get into character. I was wondering if you could…you know…” her sentence trailed off and Namjoon’s eyes widened in realization of what she was asking him to do.

“Oh yeah! Totally Y/N, I’ll help you out. Who’s this guy? Do you need me to give him a talking to?” Namjoon asked. Y/N stared at him for a long second before doubling over in laughter, leaning against his shoulder. Namjoon was confused, and his face matched his feelings as he watched the girl laugh her heart out. Y/N wiped the tears from her eyes and rubbed Namjoon’s back.

“Joonie you’re such a dork sometimes. No, I was hoping that you’d be the one to practice with me instead. The grades are individual, so even if he does a crappy job it won’t affect me. Is that okay? I know you have your deadline so?” Namjoon let out a soft ‘oh’ in understanding.

“Sure Y/N, I guess that’s okay. I need to focus on something other than major and minor chords anyways.” He admitted, grabbing the stack of papers and shuffling through them.

“You still have to get your music done though! Only two or three run-throughs is all I need and I’ll be out of your hair for the rest of the night.” Y/N promised, taking and separating the stack of papers into two piles. She handed one to Namjoon, who gave her a smile in return.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever mom,” Namjoon teased, “So, what kind of dialogue are we actually doing?”

“It’s a romantic comedy called ‘Quippage’; it’s kind of a satire about the awkwardness of first dates but has a romantic and happy end.” Y/N explained as she turned more to face Namjoon on the couch.

“I’m guessing you don’t want me to play ‘Julia’ right?” Namjoon chuckled and Y/N slapped his shoulder.

“There you go with your mental abuse again, how do you expect me to help when you keep beating me up?” Namjoon laughed and covered his face as Y/N continued her onslaught of playful slaps.

“Kim Namjoon, you’re supposed to be helping me, not teasing me!” Y/N said, although deep in her heart she knew that Namjoon’s constant teasing was one of the things that she loved about him.

The two friends proceeded to act out the short, fifteen-page play. The two quickly embraced the awkwardness of their characters and they honestly forgot that they were acting as they read off line by line. The laughter was real, and the actions they added in only made the play better as they ranted to each other as the characters they portrayed.

“Oh,” Namjoon said with panic in his voice as his character became embarrassed, “I don’t have a backup question.”

“Well I have one.” Y/N said.

“Oh?”

“Why did you ask me out?” Y/N said quickly, and Namjoon blanked as he acted confused.

“What?”

“Why did you ask me out?” Y/N asked again, putting more emphasis on the ‘you’. Namjoon sighed.

“Is this supposed to be a trick question?” Namjoon asked and Y/N looked at him with a puzzled stare.

“No?”

“You’re not recording this are you? No one is gonna jump out from behind the trash cans Punk’d style, right?” Namjoon asked, his voice turning soft and Y/N felt a rush of sympathy towards him.

“What are you talking about?” Y/N asked and Namjoon took a deep breath.

“Well, the truth is,” Namjoon paused, looking around like a spy undercover before leaning in close to Y/N’s face. She felt her breath hitch in her throat as she stared deep into his eyes. “I asked you out because I like you. You’re funny in class, and I wanted to get to know you better and see what else the funny and cute girl in math was made up of.” Namjoon smiled softly and allowed his eyes to wander over Y/N’s pink cheeks. She cleared her throat before speaking again.

“Now, why was that such a big deal?”

“What do you mean?” Namjoon asked as he backed away, and Y/N missed the warmth that radiated off his skin.

“You went into spy mode before saying why you asked me out? Is it such a big deal to keep it a secret?” Y/N’s voice was laced with hurt, and Namjoon’s eyes widened at her words.

“It’s not.” He assured.

“Then why-“

“Okay,” Namjoon cut her off, taking a deep breath before speaking again. “I’m just surprised. I’m surprised you said yes. I’ve been waiting for that friend of yours, the one with the shaved head and that yells at anyone who tries to eat her hotdogs-“

“Sheila?”

“Yeah, Sheila. I’ve been waiting for her to jump out, pull my underwear up and over my head as the two of you cackle and walk away saying ‘Loser, loser.” He explained.

“We don’t cackle!” Y/N said, offended by Namjoon’s words.

“So…why did you say yes?”

“And atomic weggies aren’t our style anyways.”

“You’re avoiding the question.” Namjoon pouted, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Ordinary weggies maybe.”

“Julia!” Y/N sighed and looked up at Namjoon’s angry expression.

“Why do you think I said yes. I like you too, you dork.” Y/N smiled, speaking sincerely.

“Really?” Namjoon asked. Y/N nodded.

“Ever since we moved in together. I’ve liked you and always found you attractive. You’re a big dork, but you’re smart, passionate, and driven and I love that about you. You make me happy, and I’ve wanted to tell you that for a long time.” Y/N confessed, looking down at her lap. She realized her mistake of breaking character much too late, and spoke from the heart instead.

“Y/N,” Namjoon’s voice was soft as he gently nudged his finger underneath her chin, tilting her face up towards his own. He could see her eyes turn red and tears start to form in her eyes at her embarrassment. Namjoon cupped her cheeks, using his thumbs to wipe away the stray tears as he leaned down to place a kiss against her lips.

His kiss was soft, tender as he held Y/N close in his embrace. He stroked her cheeks gently and brushed his lips against her immobile ones. He felt her arms climb onto his shoulders as her lips tentatively kissed him back. Namjoon kept the kiss innocent and light; though their lips barely touched anyone could see and feel the warmth, comfort, and hidden promises laced between velvet breaths and brushing hands. Namjoon broke the kiss first, and laughed airily when Y/N tried to chase his lips back to her own.

“That wasn’t a part of the script, Y/N.” Namjoon teased, leaning up to pepper her nose and cheeks in soft kisses.

“Neither was that kiss.” She quipped back, giggling at Namjoon’s affection.

“Need I say that I like you too?”

“No, but I still need to practice and you still have a deadline.” Y/N reminded, although her words lacked their usual malice as Namjoon’s lips slowly worked their way down Y/N’s neck.

“I’ve waited too long for this moment, please, let me relish in it for a while.” Namjoon gave Y/N a look and her heart melted at the sight, sighing as she allowed his lips more access.

“Five minutes Joonie, then we get back to work.”

Headcanons!

I needed something to do, so here, take headcanons ^-^ Hmm… Generic relationship headcanons. I’m gonna go ahead and do the SFW ones first, maaaybe I’ll do a few NSFW ones later. Either way, I’m gonna do these in order, I think… IWATOBI BAES FIRST!!


Haruka

  • I don’t think he’d be the one to ask out his S/O. Unless it was an unusual circumstance (Nagisa forcing it upon him the little so-and-so), I think he’d probably just suppress the feelings for them until they noticed, and asked him. Or until he accidentally said something. Which he might do.
  • When at home, Haru’s S/O would probably have to cook for themselves a lot. Unless they really like mackerel. Even when he grew into an adult, Haru never did manage to grow out of his… Issue (obsession?) with mackerel.
  • Sometimes, Haru will invite his S/O into the bath with him. If they’ve spent a lot of time apart, or if Haru’s feeling particularly affectionate, etc. Of course, they’d have to keep in mind that they’d probably have to have an hour or two free if they were to take him up on his offer.
  • Dates with Haruka either went really well, or really badly. Taking him to an aquarium, for example, was a bad idea. The last thing that his S/O wanted was him stripping down to his swimming suit and trying to get into the shark tanks in the middle of their romantic date… On the other hand, Haru’s tendency to get attached deeply to people does pay off, and occasionally, he’ll plan the perfect date.
  • If his S/O went to watch one of Haru’s races, they will often sit in the stands, along with as many of his closest friends as possible, and cheer for him in the loudest, most cheesy way possible. He pretends to hate it. He doesn’t. (he’s pretty sure it’s 90% of the reason he wins some races)

Makoto

  • Makoto’s S/O is a lucky person. He’s the perfect partner - caring, kind, loving, attractive. The best part is, he has almost no idea about any of this, and so is completely oblivious to why his S/O is so protective of him.
  • Makoto is quite an easy person to tease - he’s fairly gullible, and he loves his S/O so much he’s willing to believe pretty much anything they tell him. This can result in some fairly hilarious pranks, courtesy of poor Makoto’s naivety.
  • Although a sleeping Makoto is an adorable Makoto, he can be a bit of a pain in the night. He’s quite tall, and as a result, takes up a lot of the bed. Not only this, but he has a tendency to swat out his arms and legs, and if his S/O isn’t fully braced in bed, a blow from Makoto can have them tumbling out of bed in the middle of the night.
  • Despite this irritating habit that he has, Makoto is an amazing cuddler. Like, amazing. He can just wrap his legs and arms around his S/O, and particularly if they’re smaller, then he can pretty much envelope them entirely. He’s pretty easy to fall asleep with, too.
  • Makoto’s S/O gets along well with his siblings. They gave them a hard time at first, as siblings always do, but eventually they realised that Makoto was so ridiculously in love with his S/O that they may as well give in and like them too. Makoto quite often sees his S/O playing with Ren and Ran, and is really grateful that someone as amazing as them wanted to be with him.

Nagisa

  • Nagisa’s S/O would have to be able to put up with a lot of nonsense. Pranks, tricks, and a lot of junk food eating would be on the daily look-out list of Nagisa’s S/O.
  • Speaking of junk food, Nagisa would likely want to date someone with whom he could consume his favourite non-health food, and it would likely drive Gou absolutely insane that his S/O would often be egging him on, too.
  • Nagisa is a toucher… Not in that way, pervert (well yes but that’s for another discussion~). He loves a lot of skin-on-skin contact, whether that be holding hands or full out cuddling. This means that quite often, he’ll seek out his S/O throughout the day, just to hold hands with them or to kiss them, before running off again, waving goodbye.
  • Nagisa likes to buy his S/O lots of cute gifts. Phone charms, cute plushies, whatever. He just loves how cute his S/O is, and believes that it’s only fitting for them to have gifts that are just as cute as they are.
  • Sleeptalking. Sometimes, it’s hilarious, sometimes, it’s downright strange, and others, it’s terrifying. He once threatened to fill Haru’s ‘beloved pool’ up with cream in stead of water.

Rei

  • Rei can be difficult, sometimes. He has a tendency to not stop doing something once he’s perfected it, and so he can sometimes begin cooking dinner at six, and, come bedtime, he’s still in the kitchen, flour all over his face and olive oil down his clothes.
  • Rei compliments his S/O all the time. In the morning. When they’re getting ready. When they’re getting breakfast. And it almost always involves some variation of the word 'beautiful’. Of course, his S/O finds it sweet, and he means it sincerely every time he says it, but it’s almost comically repetitive at times.
  • He can be a little rigid at first, so his S/O has to coax him out of his shell. Once he is, though, he can be very affectionate, enjoying cuddling with his S/O (in private).
  • If his S/O came to watch him swim, he’d probably get ridiculously flustered, but then realise that getting flustered was a silly, un-beautiful thing to do, and try to do the best he had even done to impress them.
  • People always seemed to say about Rei that it was 'a shame he opened his mouth’, which is why, when his S/O came along and giggled at his ranting, appreciated his calculations and understood his love of beauty, he fell in love pretty much instantly.

anonymous asked:

Hello!~~~ I read the rules, and it seems OK to request a scenario with just Seven, if it makes anything easier for you :). Can I please request Seven walking in on MC naked, getting changed? How screwed up is this poor blushie tomato nerd? XD Thank you so much! I love your fics (I read them all lol) and have a lovely day! :) (p.s if you want you can include Saeran and Yoosung???)

Second part of this ask: 

Hello again!~~~ I was the one who requested the Seven walking in on MC thing. If you can, can it be NSFW??? Thank you!

Hello anon, I don’t know how to make it NSFW. So I only implied a bit NSFW here. And I think it strayed a bit from your request, hope you’re still okay with it. 

Enjoy!

It was one of the cold-war day between Seven and MC. It happened when Seven on his wrong mood pushed MC away with his words. It was quite bad that day. 

“I told you before not to love me. Now you’re this far, you should blame yourself for things!”

The bunker become as quiet as a grave. Seven was locking himself inside his room working, MC locked herself in her own room distracting herself with TV. Wanting to forget the words that had stabbed her in the heart. 

Seven can be like that occasionally. No one is perfect, things can happen, but still whenever Seven said something harsh it hurts her. 

After a while, Seven wanted to change. It was weird, he was sweating on a fully conditioned room. Maybe it was his anger, his grunting inside that made him hot. 

He went out of his work room to the silent living room, to their shared bedroom. For a moment, due to the silence, he completely forgotten MC’s presence. He opens the door to the sight of bare naked MC, with a shirt over her head. 

Seven’s eyes widen the moment he froze. 

“What?”, asked MC. 
“Nothing.”

He closes the door back again. With all his might, he tries to contain his beating heart. The image was burned to his mind. 

The droplets of water from her hair that falls to her smooth shoulder, the puckered tips of her chest and …… Seven stopped himself from thinking any further. He was fighting all the lustful urges in him, especially the straining in his pants. 

MC opened the bedroom door, this time in a plain shirt and panties. 

“Do you need anything?”, she asked. 
“I need to change.”
“Then change.”

With awkward steps, Seven went back in to the room. MC followed behind him but went to their wardrobe, tidying up things. Seven watched as MC bent down or step on a stool to reach the top. Her sculpted back on full display, why is she not wearing any shorts or something, Seven thought in frustration. 

Together with the sight of MC naked before, he reached his limit. With brute force, he lifts MC and threw her on the bed. He pinned her hand over her head and nudged her knees apart. 

“Why are you testing me?”, he groaned. 
“Who is testing you?”
“Don’t joke with me.”
“You sure thinks too highly of yourself, you think the world revolves around you?”

Seven gritted his teeth. With swift movement, he took off his shirt and threw it somewhere. He was going to change after all, right. 

He towered over MC and gave a dark look. 

“I’ll make you beg for forgiveness for the things you just said.”

MC grinned at his words. Hell, Seven was the one that started this, he should ask for forgiveness first. 

Challenge accepted. 

you’re on my mind

fandom: bts
pairing: park jimin/jeon jungkook
rated: g
summary: Jungkook wished it was appropriate to punch himself in the face, because that was the only way he would shut up at that point.
genre: fluff, soft
wordcount: 1240 


The first time Jimin told Jungkook he loved him was during the early years before their debut.

Jimin experience homesickness in waves, some currents stronger than others. It was worse during stressful periods, and lately Jimin had been calling his parents every other night, speaking softly about how much he missed them and how he wished he could be playing with his baby brother instead.

The night he made his routine phone call, he was out in the living room while Jungkook sat at the table doing homework. Every so often Jungkook glanced up as Jimin snorted or complained at whatever conversation he was having with his mother. Soon the topic of food came up, and Jimin’s excited voice shrunk back as he stared at the floor.

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Word of the Week: Biergartenwetter

It is no secret that Germans have some of the best beer. The country also has plenty of beer gardens. On a beautiful, sunny afternoon, these beer gardens are often filled with people. After all, most of these locales are outside (thus the term beer “garden”).

Beer gardens are emptier when it rains, although some brave souls may choose to sit under the umbrellas. If you’re in the mood for a beer and good company, you may find yourself wishing for Biergartenwetter.

Biergartenwetter is the German word for “beer garden weather”, and it describes the most favorable weather conditions to enjoy a day at the beer garden. Biergartenwetter is usually sunny and warm (but not too hot). Imagine a 70 degree day with plenty of sunshine and perhaps an occasionally passing cloud: the perfect beer garden weather!

Originally posted by hibbant-allat

But even if you have no plans to visit a beer garden, you can still use the term Biergartenwetter to describe the beautiful weather. In Germany, even weather channels will sometimes talk about Biergartenwetter in the forecast. When you step outside and feel the rays on your shoulders, you may be tempted to go meet your friends at a Biergarten - even if you’re just having a soda (or a snack). Better yet: pack a picnic basket with bread, radish, cheese and sausage to take with you and just buy an Apfelschorle at the Biergarten, as many Germans do. Because after all, who wouldn’t want to soak up the sun with friends at a Biergarten?

Ya know. It’s really funny how everyone is always like “In Emily we trust” but yet y'all are all super willing to stop watching the show or start boycotting the show after she says one tiny thing or some tiny insignificant thing happens on the show that you don’t like. Like it literally seems like y'all are trying to find reasons to stop watching the show. Which is fine if you don’t want to watch anymore no one is forcing you. But honestly I think y'all need to realize that Emily is human and Wynonna Earp is being written by humans and not every aspect of the show is going to be perfect and occasionally Emily is going to say some things you don’t like. No one is perfect and no show is perfect.

(Scarif scene mostly. Death mentions. Blood mentions. All very slight. Stream of consciousness more than anything.) Eta: This fic was definitely inspired by @dianmz artwork of sleepy baby guardians.

They have always slept together. Curled around each other, a puddle of limbs, tangled in holding to the point where it could be impossible to move, Chirrut bodily on top of him occasionally, a perfect pressure to lull him to sleep when nothing else will, their breaths and hearts perfectly in tune, perfectly in time. Baze has not known a night without Chirrut there since he was young and they huddled together to keep out the cold, to drive away the nightmares that could linger in both of their minds, strange Force-sensitive bleed-overs the masters always called them. Nothing ever calmed either of them except the touch of the other. It was always them, together in the blankets, Baze’s head tucked under because he was scared of the big darkness of the temple but not the warm darkness underneath, Chirrut with hands lingering on his arms or side or back. It never mattered how uncomfortable the position was, how stiff one or the other of them might be the next morning, the togetherness, the ability to sleep had made up for all of it.

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askkakuro  asked:

Part of me has wanted to give B99 a chance, but being constantly beaten over the head with how progressive it is and how everyone should watch it has made me hate it on pure principal. Plus it really bothers me that they're pushing a comedy cop show with all of the police brutality going on and expect black people to just eat it up with the rest of them

It took me a long time (like… a worryingly long time) to get that B99 was just as much police propaganda as Law and Order or the eleventy billion police procedurals on right now. It’s not better. It’s funnier. It’s because they’re marketing it as a liberal wet dream (“cops who experience and right) fight against racism”, “gay black police chief with a corgi and husband”, “awesome jewish and Latinx characters”) and slapping a laugh track on it.

I don’t think it’s the worst police procedural out there, but I do think that it’s been framed as this ultra progressive, super positive experience. When it’s not. I mean, I’ve got good memories of several episodes, but I can’t get over how the show has gone for what they see as acceptable targets (ex: fat people and trans women) on occasion.

But we’re expected to celebrate it as a charming little show that does nothing wrong and that’s ridiculous. It’s a decent show to have on in the background while you work but honestly, that’s all it’s got going for it right now.

(I’m on mobile but when I get to my laptop later I’ll add tags and straighten up my rambling!)

Oh Lottie, we feel for you, hun.

The lovely Lottie Williams is photographed here at a trade show where she gamely showcased Curvy Kate’s entire range (or something close to that it would seem). If hanging round a convention centre in one’s smalls is not enough, having to stand for all that time in precipitous heels deserves our undying admiration. We can surely all indulge Ms Williams the occasional stretch from perfect poise. Lottie, you’re our Star in a Bra.

As a perfectionist I have a terrible habit of feeling guilty for not spending literally every second of my day polishing up a piece of work. When I am working on something I usually spend more time fixing it than actually completing the task - often to the detriment of my other, more pressing work.

So if you’re just like me what should you do?

Why is this important?

To help combat perfectionism, you need to figure out what is actually important to you. What are your values and where would you like to end up in 1 year, 5 years, 10 years? Where does what your doing fit in?

One technique I like is the 5 whys. This is aimed at problem solving but I think it fits in well here.

  • Write down the task you’re working on (a.k.a. spending too much time perfecting)
  • Ask why the task needs 100% of your effort
  • Ask why reason #1 is necessary
  • Ask why reason #2 is necessary
  • Repeat until you reach a suitable answer - sometimes this can be that you realise the task doesn’t have to be 100% perfect, but occasionally there will be tasks that require more effort

Set a time limit

Start small. Choose one task that you need to complete today and estimate how long it should take. Leave a reasonable amount of buffer room.

Now for the hard part; get started on the task, keeping note of the time and stick to the task duration you agreed on earlier. There is no going back once the time is up, you’re done and you aren’t going to look at it again! (This is so hard but I promise it is worth it)

Think 80/20

There is something called the Pareto principle, which states that for many events, roughly 80% of the effects come from 20% of the causes. What this means for you is that 20% of your effort results in 80% of the results. So if you spend 10 hours working on a piece of work, you should have completed about 80% of the work in 2 hours. The other 8 hours only achieves around 20%!

If you realise you’ve been spending hours and hours doing something, you’ve probably realised that the last few hours hasn’t really achieved all that much. More hours =/= a huge amount of productivity.

For less important tasks, keep the 80/20 rule in mind and spend less time working on it. Sometimes 80% is all you really need and additional time put in is not really worth it.

Will this matter in 5-10 years

So you’ve spent the last 2 hours editing an essay worth 5% of your final grade. Time well spent? Probably not. Very little of what we do now will matter to us (and others) 5-10 years down the track. The key takeaway? Focus on what really matters and forget about the rest.

Wow this sounds so depressing - but this doesn’t have to be. You can use this way of thinking to your advantage. Have a presentation coming up and you’re nervous? Remember that even if you 900% embarrass yourself no one will probably remember in 5-10 years and it’s not that important in the long term.

Forgive yourself

Even if I’ve spent hours trying to make something perfect, I’m rarely happy with the end result - it could always be better right? I could have spent even more hours?

You need to accept that you could always spend more time on something but in the end it’s not worth your while. Forgive yourself and remember that you’re only human, sometimes our expectations are so high that we can never reach them. Try to be realistic and remember that it’s not the end of the world when things don’t work out the way we want them to.