Why Clarke don't say anything when someone mentions lexa? not a word......
I mean, I don’t think she really has to say anything. Clarke is a very emotional person, she feels a lot, right? But she doesn’t vocalize those feelings a lot, she’s not the best at doing that. Now, her pain over Lexa’s death is particularly intense, intimate and raw. Lexa’s death is still a fresh wound. Three times we saw her express her love for Lexa out loud.
In this occasion, she pushes her emotions down and quickly shifts their discussion to politics and the urgency of Luna taking the Flame.
Completely overwhelmed, shattered by the intensity of her pain and grief. Clarke feels everything but most of the time she keeps it to herself, so when we do see her break down, it’s a visceral experience.
Going back to your ask, you have to consider what is going on in season 4. It’s the end of the world. With everything that is going on, and knowing Clarke, you know she’s not going to break down every time Lexa is mentioned. Does that mean she is not grieving? Absolutely not. We had proof that Lexa is still very much in her thoughts in 4.06, when we saw her stare at Lexa’s drawing. At some point I’m going to write something about that scene, but it’s obvious that Clarke misses Lexa a lot. But anyway, Clarke is Clarke and she isn’t going to let her pain incapacitate her and distract her from what she has to do.
And she may not say anything when people mention Lexa to her, but it’s all written on her face. You just have to look at her to see the whirlwind of emotions hidden behind her eyes.
So many people are fighting for these lyrics interpretations 😥😥😥
1. Context is important in songs. “Olivia” wasn’t just about a girl. “Hey Angel” wasn’t a conventional love ballad. Music is, first of all, music. It is ABOUT music, refers back to music that has established a presence in its genre, shows what Harold Bloom called the “anxiety of influence.” “Olivia” is ABOUT love as much as it is ABOUT “Penny Lane.” “Hey Angel” is evoking obsessive love as much as it is an homage to “Bittersweet Symphony.” Honesty in music means an integrity to the truth of the music, and a smart understanding of it– of what music is trying to say, and how songs are linked. This is especially important for Harry, whose debut album is supposed to be heavily influenced by his understanding of rock ‘n roll. For instance, imho, the bass riff in “Ever Since New York” quoted from “Baby Blue” is intentional. By evoking it, ESNY is trying to influence our interpretation of ESNY, almost like an Easter egg thrown in to the music. Read the Wikipedia entry on “Baby Blue.” It’s a kicker.
2. Honesty in music doesn’t mean it’s literally autobiographical. Louis said his fav song in MITAM was “Love You Goodbye.” Did it mean Larry split up? We got a million hours of Next-To-You during MITAM promo. “End of the Day” wasn’t about a literal couple at a literal party. Pop music uses romantic imagination to tell stories in metaphors. Sometimes it’s darkly confessional. Sometimes it’s humorous. But always, the lyrics have been created by someone telling a story– they’re fictional. There may be truths in the sentiment of the songs; only the person who wrote it knows for sure.
3. Harry is a songwriter who likes shock and surprise. He likes jokes of all kinds– from dorky, groan-worthy jokes (“A cow says moo.”) to musical jokes. He likes writing provocative songs that invite speculation: “Something Great,” with Louis singing only the last lines, “Stockholm Syndrome” with its bondage imagery. It’s valid to speculate that “Carolina” is about cocaine. Harry probably anticipated this and enjoyed the thought of his fandom wildly speculating. He’s not going to tell. Who’s the “Sweet Creature”? He’s not going to tell (not until much, much later). Speculation SELLS SONGS. It’s great for business. It creates buzz.
4. There are a lot of ways to listen to songs. There’s the relaxed enjoyment of just having good music in your ears. There’s the intellectual understanding of musical theory and structure. There’s imagination about the true subject of the songs. In any case, I recommend not letting music cause any anxiety. Music, like creative writing or even non-fictional writing, is therapeutic for the artist. When Harry writes about heartbreak, he isn’t only reliving the heartbreak. In a way, he has made peace with it, and has transformed it into art. The fact that the lyrics seem so evocative and REAL means the songwriters did a good job. They made us FEEL something. Harry himself has moved on. We don’t need to feel angst for his life– he is a grown man, a professional artist. The music is exorcism for some ghosts, both in his personal life, and in his musical expression– these are songs that show his digestion and transformation of the music inside him. You can see how happy he was performing in the Today concert. The music is his craft and his livelihood. His obsession, now, is to present it well in performance, to do well in the charts, to collect accolades and respect. Remember this statement– doing well drives every aspect of his promo. His obsession isn’t the same as our obsession. The music is all new to us, but not to him. He has moved on. He is a musician, and it’s more important for him to get recognition as a musician.
Music is such an intimate way to communicate. It speaks to our imagination so directly and forcefully. It affects the most primitive parts of our brains, the limbic system, so closely tied to our instincts for survival: hunger, sex, fear, excitement, love, protectiveness. That’s why we have these unconscious and involuntary responses— it’s the damn nerves. Don’t blame yourself for responding to music the way you do. It’s built into your system, the way we all want to have good food and good sex. I want to send a little love to everyone who loves music in your own ways: you have feelings, you’re human, you’re alive. I love that you feel so intensely about music, because I do too.
Finally, it’s okay not to agree. It’s okay NOT to like Harry’s music. It’s okay to criticize the lyrics or music for artistic reasons. To me, being a fan means using my intelligence to judge merit for myself. Don’t beat yourself up for not liking something, and please don’t beat other people up. If you don’t like it, there are lots and lots and lots of other great music to listen to, I promise– music just as compelling, with just as great a backstory.
I think it’s special for me because over the last few years, I’ve written a lot of songs and it was always kind of doing it in between a lot of different things. Doing it like this, I found it very therapeutic. There’s like a level of allowing yourself to be vulnerable that you do when you’re talking to a person, just writing. I found it very therapeutic to just write and now kind of making it into this album, I feel like I’m sharing a piece of me that I haven’t really put out there before. Some of my favorite songs on this are the most kind of intimate and the ones you’d think I’d be the most nervous about to put out but I’m excited.
It’s about two months into their relationship. (Their proper relationship, not the year of fumbling that led them there.) Kent’s bugging Alexei about his stuff taking up too much room in Kent’s dresser drawers. “Can’t we, like, pick a drawer that’s yours and you can have that one, so your shit isn’t all messed up with mine?”
“You’re wanting to share drawers?” Alexei says, merrily putting a pair of pants in right next to Kent’s pants, god damn it.
“At least can we fucking talk about it?”
“Pff. No, too early. We talk about it when we get married,” Alexei says breezily.
Kent nearly trips face first over his own dropped jaw.
Your villain x hero stuff is destroying me tho I'm just gonna rip out my heart and hand it to you, goddamn. Feed my addiction please: a villain (with somewhat an obsession for the hero) has the hero at their mercy. Sorry for the request and thank you for your writing and just have a good day!
I am so weak, like damn. Your addiction cannot be worse than mine, no need to be sorry, I live for interesting hero x villain dynamics. Okay. Last villain x hero thing I’m going to indulge myself with for at least ten prompts. Maybe some fluff next.
1) The villain looked down at the hero, held tilting as they watched the hero struggle. “You’re getting predictable, you know. That saving people thing of yours. It’s going to get you killed.” “You say that like you’re not planning to kill me.” “Sweet thing, why would I kill you? You might just be the best weapon I’ve ever seen.” “I’m not a weapon.” “All you know how to do is fight me, doesn’t that make you a weapon?”
2) The hero flinched as gentle fingers dabbed at their bruises, stitched wounds, cleaned away the blood alongside a chiding click of the tongue. “Why are you doing this?” they rasped. “What are you going to do to me?” “I dislike debts. Consider mine to you paid.”
3) “You’re obsessed with me,” the hero said. “Me? You’re the one who’s spent the year actively plotting to defeat me and stalking my every movement. You’re lucky I feel the same way or I think that would be considered harassment.”
4) “You think you’re so good.” The villain’s expression turned as cold as liquid nitrogen, all playfulness whether mocking or genuine vanished without a trace. “But you do not hesitate to use my feelings for you against me. Perhaps you imagine that going out of your way to toy with me doesn’t count as cruelty? Why is that?” The hero’s breath caught in their throat.
5) “I’m going to ruin you.” The villain confessed it softly, like the most intimate of secrets. “Maybe then I’ll stop loving you. Kinder for us both that way.”
6) “I like this, you at my mercy. It’s just like old times.”
7) “You think me a monster, perhaps you’re right.” The villain studied the hero almost clinically as they gasped desperately for air. “But at least I am what I am. You would tear yourself into a hundred pieces if that would make them love you, but don’t you see?” In an instant, they’d stepped close, cradling the hero’s jaw. “You’re never going to be enough for them. They want an angel who will save them all and you are only human.”
8) “Why don’t you just get it over with?” “You don’t rush art, and you are worth more than a sloppy death.” The hero didn’t quite know how to respond to that - it seemed sincere.
9) “All this,” the hero managed. “For power? Is it really worth it?” “Don’t be such cliché – those are terrible last words. Honestly, I expected better of you. If you had power you wouldn’t be on your knees before me now.”
10) “Oh, please tell me you’re going to monologue and give me time to escape?” “It’s like you want me to kill you.”
BTS Reacts - Skinship & Having A Platonic Crush On You
Min Yoongi: He used to be bothered by your brushes against his skin, unsure of what to think of your forwardness. The closer you got to each other, the less he seemed to mind - now, he almost expects you to initiate physical contact when he sees you. Of course, he’s going to keep acting like your bubbly demeanor doesn’t affect him, but the moment you put your hands on his body, he’d burst into a wide grin, squirming away from you. He doesn’t know when or how it happened, but somewhere along the road, he found himself wanting to be in your presence more. Maybe it’s the skinship, maybe he’s gone mad - maybe it’s the fact that he’s actually found immense happiness in your platonic relationship.
“Yah, pabo! If you keep tickling me, I’m going to actually murder you - unless you take me out to dinner later.” ( Yoongi flinches when you poke his sides once more. )
Kim Namjoon: Just before an interview with a web-zine, you’re massaging the knots in Namjoon’s shoulder-blades, easing the tension in his muscles. He doesn’t mind that your hands are down the back of shirt - he’s known you for the longest time, he’s comfortable with you touching him. Even though you’re relatively handsy with him, he holds only a platonic admiration for you, as you do likewise, for him. He finds this change of pace refreshing - there’s no rules saying that two souls meant for each other have to be romantically involved. He’s loving his friendship with you, and he doesn’t care that it’s not sexual at all. When the interviewer asks him a painstakingly commonplace question, he laughs, throwing a glance your way while replying:
“If I had a dollar for every time someone’s asked me that question. No, we’re not dating.” ( You’re always seen together, though? ) “They’re my best friend. Why wouldn’t I want to be with them, every moment that I possibly can?”
Jung Hoseok: It’s not routine of you if you don’t start some sort of bear-hug war or tickle fight with Jung Hoseok. When you see him enter the room, you scramble up to him and tackle his body, running your hands wildly across his stomach. He bounces back in retort, yelling at the top of his lungs. He sees you as a bright ray of sunshine - he adores your energy and passion when it comes to your physical affection toward his being. The electricity in your excitable skinship with Hoseok sparks a fire in him that he craves on a daily basis. If it’s even possible, he wishes he could get married to you out of friendship, so you’d always be around to keep him spirited. When you’re out of the picture, Yoongi asks Hobi if the both of you are more than just friends.
“Huh!? N-No, we’re not like that at all! We’re just… really playful with each other, is that so bad?”
Kim Seokjin: Seokjin loves how open you are with your skinship. He wants to spend all day with you, talking about anything and everything while you caress his upper arm. Your doting touches make him feel safe; his presence appreciated, so he’s eager to open up to you about the worries in his life that he’s learned to hide so well. You’ve pulled him into a world where he can be completely as ease with himself, and he wants to be with you as much as he can because of that. He’s developed a non-romantic infatuation with you, he truly wants to be by your side whenever he can, whether it’s for yours or his emotional support. He’s savoring the strokes of your fingers on his hand, when he gets the urge to address an important issue:
“____________-ah…. I hope you’re not bothered by all these dating rumours about us. I know we’re not lovers, but I can’t let go of you just because people want us apart.”
Jeon Jungkook: You almost zoom past the recording studio without hesitation - but you stop in your tracks as soon as you see one slumbering Jeon Jungkook in front of his laptop. You sneak in, and as soon as you reach him, you tickle the skin under his chin. Kook is fond of you caressing him; he sees it as a sign of warmth from you. Jungkook’s never thought about how lovey-dovey the two of you may seem, because the two of you naturally worked best as inseparable friends, and that’s all he saw in your relationship with him. It is chaste and pure. When he feels lonely and ignored, he knows he can turn to you, his one and only platonic crush. A cheeky smile emerges on his face as he takes your fingers and pulls them away from him.
“Aish, why is it that I can never sleep peacefully with you around!?”
Kim Taehyung: You’re casually scratching the skin beneath the lump in his throat, lining the curve of his neck with your index finger. He is unfazed by your seemingly intimate advances; he knows it’s platonic. Your friendship with him runs so deep, that you’d both be comfortable sleeping in the same bed with nothing but undergarments on, and not feel any awkwardness when doing so. Taehyung personally likes it when you touch him, he’d do the same to you if not for the thousands of eyes on his every move. Because of you, he can’t go a day without seeing you, not having your fingers on his skin. He just wants to be with you all the time, and he has you to blame for it; his partner in crime. Hoseok calls the two of you out on your closeness:
“You two need to cut it out - you’re going to start dating rumours!” ( You stare at each other before Taehyung jokingly speaks, winking at you before suppressing his laughs. ) “Us? Dating? Hey, should we call each other ‘jagi’ now, to mess with people?”
Park Jimin: A boy that’s absolutely taken by you. He’s never had a friend he’s able to relate to as much as you have. You smack his cheeks with both your hands, squeezing them, making his lips pucker like a duck. Normally, he’d get annoyed by your blatant touches, but lately, he relishes it - especially when you flick at his earlobes to tick him off, or when you wring your arm around his strong neck and nuzzle your face into it. People often mistake your friendship for romance, and they’re not exactly wrong - after all, he does love you - everything you do, everything you are, everything you stand for. You’re everything to him; it’s clear as day in his eyes. He realized that when Namjoon had asked him about his relationship with you.
“Me and ____________? We’re just friends - best friends - but there’s no way I can imagine my life without them in it.”
Phew, this one was actually really hard to do! I was stumped for quite awhile, but I hope it turned out okay for you, anon. Enjoy this react! <3
They’re kissing, kissing, kissing, slowly headed towards the bed with their arms locked around each other, and Magnus is walking backwards and Alec has his eyes closed and–
They stumble, the rug gets in the way, and Magnus yelps and flails, and Alec’s eyes snap open and because he’s holding Magnus, he follows him down when Magnus finally loses his battle with gravity - and they bounce because they did make it to the bed and the mattress is thick enough to cushion their fall even though the bed frame groans a little.
Seeing Alec’s wide-eyed look, Magnus declares in a dramatic voice, “My, my, Alexander, we aren’t even naked yet and the bed’s structural soundness is already in peril. The untapped depths of your passion astound me!”
The rest of the evening you went through the motions, smiling through the pain as countless guests congratulated you on your upcoming nuptials.
You wished you could leave. You wanted to hate your parents for separating you from the one person who understood every part of your heart, mind and body, but you couldn’t. They had given you everything under the sun and in their own way, you knew they were doing what they thought was best for you.
Whenever I even mention that I’m gay, someone feels the need to define to me just how straight they are. Like, “women are pretty and great, but I could never be intimate with them.” Like great Jennifer, no one asked.
Can u write a zach imagine Where the reader is zachs Gf and hannahs sister and very well liked by everyone and the people on the tapes dont want her to Find out about them but she does and is mad and especislly at zach
title: forgiveness, can you imagine?
word count: 1692
note: deadass rewrote this 5 million times until i was finally happy with how it turned out. it’s super fuckin long too wtf i love zach too much maybe idk
Hannah’s death had torn you apart, that much was true. Your sister had left no note, no letter, for you or your parents. Instead, she left behind shattered hearts and ruined lives, tearing everyone to shreds. Your parents pushed for a lawsuit, claiming that maybe Hannah had been bullied and it was the school’s fault for not stopping it. Maybe it was the truth; her life had turned sour when rumors flooded the school that involved her and multiple people.
Zach had been keeping secrets, that much was true. You never pushed, never prodded; if he wanted to tell you, he would. But these secrets, these were the ones that were going to tear you apart. It was affecting your relationship and the ties you had with everyone in your circle: Marcus, Justin, Jessica, Sheri, too many more to count. It was concerning you and they wouldn’t let you in on what they knew.
He hadn’t intended for you to find out ever, and even if you did, he didn’t intend for you to find out in the way that you did. You were Hannah’s sister for God’s sake; if you were going to know about the tapes, the tape team wanted it to be because they had shown you. Of course, Clay fucking Jensen (as Justin so lovingly put it) had to go and screw everything up.
They knew that he was the last one who had had the tapes in their possession; they knew he hadn’t passed them on yet. The last thing they had expected him to do was show them to Hannah’s very own sister. It wasn’t ever expected, something they would have taken to the grave with them if need be.
As Zach walked up to the front door of the Baker household that fateful Saturday afternoon, he could see your bedroom through your open curtains and blinds. You were sitting on your bed, a tape player in hand, headphones over your ears, and the most devastated look on your face; Clay was sitting in the chair at your desk, looking equally upset. In that moment, the boy standing outside your house knew.
He told the group, let them know that there was a storm on its way. It could be a silent, deadly one that severs their ties with no words or one that began with yelling and ended in tears. He didn’t know what to expect now. Courtney and Jessica were fearful, they were close to you; Zach was even more scared, he was your boyfriend after all and he really, genuinely cared about you.
Monday came and went without incident. You ignored everyone in the group. When you were walking in their direction, you put your head down, pretending to not notice them. They noticed that as soon as your back was to them, your head would lift and your stride was quick and long.
The end of the school day, in your opinion, was the best part of your day recently. You escaped with your dignity, no confrontation with your closest friends. Your luck, however, had run out when you reached your home, Zach waiting by the front door, his body leaning casually as it always did against the wood barrier; you slammed your car door harder than you meant to.
“What are you doing here, Zachary?” you asked, nudging past him to unlock the house.
He was taken aback, he’d never heard your voice dripping with such venom. It was a new sensation, this absolute dread he felt when you’d said his full name. “Am I not allowed to drop by my girlfriend’s house and see her?”
You rolled your eyes, stepping over the threshold and jiggling your key out of the lock. You wished he’d just leave, catch the drift that you were mad at him. How could he stand there and act as if you hadn’t heard what he’d done to your sister, been one of the reasons that she’d been driven to take such drastic measures?
“I’m not so sure anymore,” you mumbled, setting your backpack by the door and making your way to the kitchen.
The door shut behind you; Zach was following and you didn’t want him to. He was leaning against the counter when you turned from getting a snack out of the fridge.
“Ask Hannah,” you snapped quietly, not meeting his eyes. “Oh wait, you can’t, can you?”
This was what he was afraid would happen all day at school; he was hoping it would happen there, so everyone could see it. Then everybody in school would see how bad he had fucked up, how bad everyone on those goddamned tapes had fucked up. Here it was, though, happening in the kitchen of the very house Hannah had died in, silent and driven to an extreme that she shouldn’t have been driven to. It was intimate, just the two of them; the air was so silent, he could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears and seemingly echoing through his whole body.
Your face burned, your eyes were blurry, your throat was closing rapidly. “No, Zach, you listen. How could you do that to my sister, to me? I don’t understand how you can hold hands with me in the hallways and kiss me when nobody is looking, and not feel bad for what you’ve done! Why would you steal those notes from her? Were you mad that she had turned down your comfort? She had been so wronged by everyone in your stupid fucking group that she couldn’t trust you, she thought it was a dare when you tried helping her. Just… How can you even look at me?”
Then you were crying. Breaking down right in front of Zachary Dempsey. It was embarrassing, but after three days of holding in feelings of betrayal and sadness, you finally had a way to let it out. And he held you, even though you tried hard to push yourself out of his arms, away from the person you hated and loved all at once.
“Hear me out, please.” The desperation in his voice was beyond evident. “I tried to help her. I really, really wanted to. After Marcus assaulted her, I went back to the diner and tried cheering her up, but she didn’t want to have anything to do with me. So I tried again in the cafeteria, but she completely blew me off. I took those notes without knowing what they meant to her and then she left me that note.”
“S-She said you threw that away.”
“I didn’t. She thinks she saw me throw it away and it’s valid. She saw it a different way than what actually happened. But I have it. It’s in my wallet. The thing is, though… I feel so bad, so bad. I’m the only one on those tapes trying to own up and take responsibility for what I did. Justin, Bryce, Courtney… They won’t ever admit that what they did was wrong, what they did hurt her, but I will. I’m telling you right here, right now. I wish I hadn’t done what I did. If I could go back in time, stop myself from being so angry when she humiliated me in front of everyone at school, I would.”
The tears were still streaming, a steady flow of warmth falling from your eyes, wetting your cheeks, and dousing Zach’s shirt under his Letterman jacket; it smelled strongly of some cologne you had gotten him for his birthday and faintly of the caramel mocha he always ordered from Monet’s. You wished it wasn’t so comforting.
“I am genuinely sorry for what I’ve done. To Hannah, to you, to your family. I really do understand if you don’t want to see me anymore, [Name]. Seriously.”
You thought, leaned tiredly against his chest, your cheek pressed just above his heart. It was a hard decision; this was the first boy you’d ever loved, first one you had ever told as such, but what he did was wrong. Like he said, though, he was the only one really owning up to what had happened in his tape so far. Justin, Courtney, Sheri weren’t at your door apologizing for their mistakes.
Zach could practically feel the anxiety growing in his stomach, a frightening grip in his gut that reached threateningly up through his chest and closed his throat. It seemed like ages before you said anything and he let out a breath he had been holding.
“Can you just… Give me a break? I really love you, don’t get me wrong, but I’m really mad at you right now. I just need some time to calm down, clear the air a little bit.”
He pulled his arms tighter around you, almost like he was afraid that if he let you go, you’d disappear just as Hannah had. The girl had been right about one thing; he was lonely, too. Not like she had been, but he was. And it showed.
“Is it bad that I would have been worried if you said you didn’t need a break?” he joked, his voice dripping with tears he didn’t know had welled up.
You laughed a little, clearing the air. “No, I don’t think so.”
It was almost like losing a comfort blanket when you unraveled yourself from his body and he wanted nothing more than to pull you back into him, revel in your warmth and the nearly tangible love that you exuded. He was about to say something when your hands found his cheeks and guided him down to your level so you could press a quick, chaste kiss to his forehead. Even after your lips had left his skin, your hands stayed on his face and he stayed leaning down, his eyes closed and his own hands holding your wrists as if to keep yours in place.
“It’s just a break, okay? Don’t go chasing after any other girls.”
“Wouldn’t ever dream of it when you’re the only one I love.”
idk why but simon having raphael’s number feels so intimate to me like How and when did he get it? do they text when they’re apart? whats raph’s name saved as and is there a pic? did he just go ahead and add himself just in case or
“The biggest thing that shocked me, was hearing that straight people didn’t know that gay people could have sex while facing each other. Which, I guess, to try and understand how they didn’t know that, I think when straight people think about anal sex, they always think of it "from behind”, because if they’re having sex facing each other, why wouldn’t they just do it “normally”. But I feel like, sort of, the logistical revelation from that sort of physical, “Wow that can actually happen?”, is interesting, but even deeper than that, sort of underneath that I think, is that, gay people can look at each other while they’re having sex. That it’s not from behind, sort of an animalistic thing. That gay people can connect, and be intimate. And when Raúl and I did the blowjob scene in episode 5, Andrew [Haigh, the director] was really specific about us meeting eyes, and looking at each other, that there was something passing between us, that wasn’t just physical but also emotional. And you can have that while you’re having anal sex as well. And I feel like it’s probably interesting for straight people to know that physically, but important for straight people to know that emotionally. About gay relationships.“ (x)
Hello~ Could you please do some hc on how the rfa would react to mc having a huge scar? I'm sorry if I'm being pathetic but well... I have a huge one on my chest from an operation on my heart. I'm kinda used to it now but today one person said that it's disgusting and I had no idea it would hurt me so much. I love your writing. Thank you for everything you do
I’M SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE >___<
I really wanted to do this request asap to make you feel
better… but I was busier for the past few weeks than I expected… And we have a LOT of requests in the inbox.
(Plus my sprained ankle from saving a dog on the road, and a virus—btw both happened the respective
days my horoscope sign was ranked 12th on Oha Asa horoscope D: Oha Asa is never wrong.)
Anyway enough with that!! I didn’t write Jaehee’s because I’m
not always able to imagine her reaction… Onto the very late fic—I am still very
very sorry that this took so long ;^;
RFA Reacts: MC with a Huge Scar
We all know he’s the somewhat shy, reluctant type when it
comes to doing… explicit stuff
So it took a while for him to find out about the scar on
When he saw it, his eyes were WIDE with shock
And that made you absolutely fucking nervous.
Was he… disappointed that you didn’t have perfect skin? That
when he touched you during intimate moments, he would have to run his hands
over your scar and maybe feel.. disgusted?
“Are you… disappointed?” you bit your lip, trying to control
the anxious feelings boiling in your chest
He frantically shook his head, his eyes still wide in horror
at your chest.
“MC… who did this to you?” he choked out, tears welling up
in his eyes. “Why do you have this…?”
Confused, you hesitantly replied, “What… do you mean? It’s from
a surgery I had on my heart, a while back…”
Immediately, relief replaced the fear on his face. He pulled
you close, breathing shakily.
“Oh god… I’m so glad… I was so scared that someone hurt you…”
You still weren’t sure how he felt about your scar. “You don’t
mind? That there’s this… thing on my chest.”
He continued to bury his head on your shoulder. “No, MC… I
would never be disappointed in you about something like this. I fell in love
with you because I enjoy being with you, not because of how you look.”
You returned his embrace with trembling hands, holding him
tightly. “…Thank you. Just. Thank you.”
Usually, Zen took you out on his day-offs from work
But for some reason, you had rejected his invitation that
day without reason
Worried, he visited you at home, wondering if you were sick.
He even brought you
You were very reluctant in opening the door to him, feeling shitty.
But you’d feel guilty letting him wait outside for hours (because he WILL do
that for you) and decided to let him in
He was like a puppy greeting their master home, jumping onto
you and hugging you as soon as he saw you
You winced slightly as his hard abs ahemchest bumped
against your scar
It’s not like it really
hurt anymore, but it was more of an internal pain
You avoided his excited gaze and his grin gradually turned
to a frown. “What’s wrong, MC?”
You sighed. “You know how I had that surgery a while back? I…
someone told me it looked disgusting today.”
His frown deepened, eyes narrowing into a glare. Despite his
very obvious anger, he maintained a cold, low voice. “Who said it.”
You shook your head. “It doesn’t matter who said it, more that someone actually commented about the scar in
the first place…”
His eyes turned sad. “But you’re very beautiful in my eyes…
If anyone insults how you look, I’ll always be here to feed you endless
compliments about you, because I am in love with you and I want to make you
feel better any way I can. MC… for every word that hurts you, I’ll give you ten
times the love and care to make you smile again.”
You let out a small smile. His words did help a bit. You simply nodded quietly in response to his
statement, and he returned a grin, pecking you on the lips.
One of the bodyguards had informed him about how you’d
locked yourself in your room all day. Overwhelmed with a sudden concern, he
left work early, not even bothering to clean up the documents on his desk. No,
you were a higher priority than his business.
He got home in record time, urging Driver Kim to speed on a
route with tolls so he could return to your side immediately.
In a panic, he whizzed past the bodyguards and maids at his
apartment as he rushed to your room. “MC!?” He was panting.
Hearing his voice, you froze inside the room. Why was he
home so early…?
You’d planned to wipe away your tears and convince yourself
you were fine before he returned so that he wouldn’t have to worry about you.
You didn’t like making him stress out about you. He had so many other important
matters to attend to, after all.
But he was here.
And secretly, you felt happy that he cared enough to come
check on you. Not that you would ever admit it out loud. It just felt good to
have someone worrying sometimes.
“MC… please open the door, and tell me what’s wrong,” he
pleaded, knocking on the door repeatedly.
You quietly stepped out of the room, hesitantly meeting his gaze.
It was a dark storm in his panicked eyes.
He looked over you quickly, sighing in relief that you
appeared to be fine, physically, at least.
His hands were trembling when they caressed yours, bringing
it to his lips to smother in kisses. “I heard that you’d locked yourself in
your room today. Did something happen?”
You slowly nodded, knowing very well that he would catch
your lie. And so you told him how someone had made a hurtful comment about your
He knew fully well that you could be sensitive about it,
even though you were usually okay. So he listened quietly as you spoke, letting
him comfort you with a warm hug and calming hair strokes.
No matter how calm he usually appears on the outside, Jumin
loved you enough to make a fool of himself for even the little things. Because he
loves you for who you are, for every moment you’ve shared together, and
everything you’ve ever done for him.
He’d actually been by your side when it had happened. When
someone made fun of your scar.
And Seven was absolutely furious, holding himself back from
punching them, only because you had quietly told him not to, in a pained voice.
The car ride back home was silent. He was quietly fuming in
anger, while you were feeling self-conscious about yourself.
Then suddenly, he went off the road you usually took, calmly
driving on the highway elsewhere.
“Where are we going?” you asked, bewildered by the sudden
change in route.
You stared out the window, feeling calm from the ride as the
scenery whizzed by.
When the car finally stopped, you noticed that you had
pulled up to a hot spring motel.
“We’re gonna be staying here for the night,” he grinned. “So
you can relax!”
You felt touched by his actions. He wasn’t the best at
comforting people verbally considering his own history… but he always knew what
to do to make you feel better.
“But… how did you make a reservation for us so quickly?” you
//slides in with some pizza, HI! Ok so abt the sex scene editing prompt, how abt Keith going through it with the author and the author is offended going "how would you know? weren't you ace??" and Keith just rolling his eyes and making the author stretch in the poses described to prove his point of how impossible they are. Keith is never wrong.
[The Voltron Family] Keith was at work and currently James Wilson, the author of the manuscript with the sex scene he edited days ago, was sat in his office looking over at his proofread work.
James: *turns the pages* Wow. That’s… that’s a lot of red. Keith: Hmmmm. James: *looks up at Keith* Was it that bad? Keith: It was good actually. James: *gapes* How can you say that when my chapter one is literally all in red ink? *shows Keith his manuscript* Keith: *smirks* That’s good though, isn’t it? That means you can improve on it. Read thoroughly my notes and think it through. As a reader, I need to be able to sympathize at least with one character. Your characters lack depth. James: *frowns* Yeah, a bit of my weakness actually. Keith: That’s fine. That’s what I’m here for, remember?
They go through corrections and they discuss what could make the scenes better, when suddenly they made it to the sex scene part.
James: *eyes widens* You just placed one huge “X” on the whole page. Keith: I did. James: B-but why? Was it hor— Keith: It was horrible. James: What? *surprised* Keith: It was unrealistic. If you look at my notes at the back of the page… James: *turns the page* *sees Keith’s bulleted notes* That’s… *gulps* a lot. Keith: Exactly. Writing a sex scene should be intimate. I’m not asking you to write me poetry, but this is their first time doing it. You’re supposed to get scared, feeling so unsure if you’ll push through with it but at the same time you’re overwhelmed with feelings of excitement. Your sex scene falls so flat it felt like I’m reading a procedure on how to cut an octopus. James: Gosh, Keith, that’s so harsh of you. *frowns* Keith: I’m just saying it like it is. Plus, the guy can’t possibly stretch that much. Believe me, I know. James: *raises an eyebrow* But aren’t you ace? How can you possibly know? Keith: *rolls his eyes* Get up. *stands up* James: What? Keith: I said get up and try that position you described from that scene.
James got up and actually tried getting in position but he couldn’t even go halfway that he just dropped on the floor, looking flushed.
Keith: *looks down at him* *smirks* See what I mean? The hand can’t go that far nor can it bend that much unless, of course, you’re an octopus. *chuckles while looking pointedly at James* Now c’mon. *offers hand* James: *takes Keith’s hand to stand back up* Okay, that probably wasn’t the best idea. Keith: It’s not. *goes back to his table and sits down* Plus, I’m not sure if this was your intention but what they were doing in that scene was completely unsanitary. Have you done research online? James: I have. *sits down* And I read it online at— Keith: *unimpressed* Read where? Fanfiction dot net? Archive of Our Own? Labelled “Lemon” or “Explicit” ? *raises an eyebrow* James: *flushes* Well, how do you know all of that when you’re ace? Keith: I’m ace, not an idiot.
Suddenly Keith’s door opened and Shiro’s head popped in.
Shiro: Hey, sweetheart, you ready? Keith: *turns around* Oh, Shiro! You’re here. *looks at his watch* *stands up and walks over* Just give me a few more minutes and we’ll go on that lunch date, alright? *smiles* Shiro: Alright. Don’t work too hard. Keith: *whispers* I’m working on that. *subtly pointing at James in the room with his eyes* Shiro: *gets it* Oh. *snorts* Well, I hope he finds our… suggestions and comments helpful. Keith: He’s actually questioning it because I’m ace. Shiro: Is he really now? *raises an eyebrow* Keith: Yeah. *rolls his eyes* Shiro: *looks at James* Hey! James: Yes? Shiro: Keith’s my husband so he knows what he’s talking about in regards to your sex scenes. *winks* When he says “he knows”… he knows. Keith: *eyes widens* *slaps Shiro* You idiot! Shiro: *laughs* *kisses Keith on the lips* I’ll see you later, sweet pea. *closes the door before Keith could even react*
Keith turned around and cleared his throat. He saw James gaping at him like a fish, completely bewildered and flustered.
James: You have a husband. *blinks* Keith: I do, yes. James: You have a gorgeous, model-looking husband. Keith: Ugh. Yes, I do. James: So you and him…. *points at Keith and the door* Keith: Yes, we do. *sighs* James: *leans over to Keith on the table* I’m so sorry, I’ll be in your care. Keith: The octopus comparison actually came from my husband. James: Oh my god. *laughs* Keith: *smiles* He’s a bit silly but he’s a good man. James: *smiles* Yeah, I can tell. You guys are adorable. Keith: *rolls eyes fondly* Don’t let him hear you say that or else his head is going to get big again.
I feel like all of the main characters in PLL have really steamy (or alluded to) ‘intimate’ moments. Spencer, Aria and Hanna have all had quite passion filled scenes with their significant others. Except when Emily is with someone, it’s always sweet, romantic etc. Her moments with Maya, Paige, Alison etc, are all hugs, kisses and they always seem tentative. I get that there are young people watching this show, but why do the other girls get to roll around in bed/sofa/apartment floor and all Emily gets is a kiss in the middle of the street. I get that wlw relationships are quite sweet and emotional, but there is also passion, desire and sex.
Again correct me if I’m wrong and it might not seem like a big deal but it’s just something I’ve noticed.
The lights were flashing around the room as sweaty bodies were swarming around. The music was blasting loudly in everyone’s ear, but no one seemed to care as they continued to dance provocatively. The scent of alcohol lingered as the cups were distributed in various places of the small area. The atmosphere was toxic, but it was addictive being in a location where the main focus was forgetting the problems that went along with everyone’s lives.