#on the other hand maybe it’s worse because Disney’s lack of explanation suggests a lack of understanding about those conditions

[cjbolan]

Anyone else notice the Percy Jackson TV show talks way less about ADHD/dyslexia than the movies do? Do y’all think this change is better or worse?

[heave-hyung]

a fic for jimin's scat/gas headcanons would be great too! like hes been feeling bad all day and gassy and tries holding it in but hoseok notices his discomfort and pulls him into his lap and rubs jimins belly and jimin lets go involuntarily and even messes himself a bit but hoseok and the boys reassure him jts okay and take care of him

    A/N: After a long, long time of waiting…I finally present you with the first part of Jimin’s IBS saga. Finally. I figured this request fit well for the beginning of it all! I picture this being somewhere within their first like, year of debut–they’re already very close, but Jimin’s been able to hide it thus far until this incident, if that makes sense…I dunno, I think it fits. Anyway. Here you go, guys! :))) 

   Jimin’s has always been a sucker for cuddles.

    That’s what had gotten him into such a mess.

    He should’ve known that his wishful thinking would come and bite him in the ass someday–but, even knowing that, he wouldn’t ever truly be prepared for the first time the band would witness something of an episode.

    He honestly forgets that he was ever diagnosed with IBS sometimes–the symptoms disappear every now and then, and it’s like pure bliss to be free from it. But it always comes back, and it makes him realize that, despite Disney’s claims, dreams do not always come true.

    One of the first things the other members learned about Jimin was his affinity for physical touch. They’d quickly picked up on how he’d sit closer rather than farther to another member on the couch, how he’d slap thighs or cling to someone when he laughed, how he’d hug for a little longer than some other people would and enjoyed being in close proximity with them whenever he could. This wasn’t a trait Jimin ever really tried to hide; it was a subconscious habit, to take every opportunity he could to be close to another member.

    He was really regretting that lack of effort towards keeping it contained.

    Sitting in Hoseok’s lap felt like a total death wish. He didn’t have the heart to protest his hyung so openly trying to love him, so he nodded awkwardly and just let Hoseok do his thing. Hoseok could hear his stomach gurgling; clearly the younger boy had an upset belly. At first, the group had collectively thought he was just tired, especially because he seemed too out of it to notice that they were whispering theories when they had the chance to. And then the idea that he might be stressed came up, the idea that he was sick, the idea that he was overworked, the idea that he was dehydrated, and they’d all became deeply concerned.

    It was clear on their faces. Even with how much pain he may have been in, Jimin still had the capacity to notice this. And he felt guilty; very guilty. The fact that his bandmates got so worried–clearly cared for him so much–made it impossible to deny Hoseok’s cuddling.

    Jimin realized he was screwed when his stomach really reminded him that it would also be impossible to keep himself contained for any longer than a few minutes. Though the others were all immersed heavily in some type of card game Jimin hadn’t payed enough attention to to remember the name of, they all shot worried glances in his direction. He and Hoseok were on the side, the only two looking on instead of participating, so it was natural for the eye to stray to the outlier.

    The others thought he just had a stomach ache, or that he just felt sick; it wouldn’t be the first time Jimin’s gotten sick around them. And it wasn’t like he’d never farted in front of them before. But this…was different. He really didn’t know how he’d managed to hide it for so long–there was a nagging fear in the back of his mind that said his streak might end. Still, he’d managed to hold onto some hope that he’d manage to survive another day, even if it was a very minimal amount.

    It wasn’t long after that he’d given up hope altogether; Hoseok had moved a hand down to Jimin’s bloated stomach, rubbing gentle circles. He was done for. The new pressure really wasn’t helping his case.

    Still, when Hoseok asked him, “is this helping at all?” He responded with a shaky nod. It was relieving some pain, so it wasn’t entirely a lie. He shifted a bit and clenched as tight as he could; chills rushed through his frame. Even though nothing had happened yet, Jimin was already flushing a noticeable amount–this only sparked the others’ concern.

    “You good, Jimin?” Namjoon asked, watching him worriedly. Jimin nodded again. Jin, who was sitting closest to Jimin, leaned back to check his temperature; there was no fever. The oldest member’s look was relieved, but his brows still furrowed in confusion. No fever, but a flush; upset stomach, but it didn’t seem like he was nauseous. Jin had seen him sick before; this wasn’t it.

    So what was it?

    Hoseok pressed a couple of chaste kisses to his neck, hoping to provide some sort of comfort to the seemingly unexplained stomach pain. The others kept talking, knowing that putting all the spotlight on the oldest maknae might make things worse.

    Namjoon kept his gaze on Jimin for a moment, before sighing. “If something’s wrong, you know you can tell us. Anything at all.”

    “I-I know,” Jimin stuttered out, ducking his head. He hated how shaky his voice sounded. It really wasn’t that big of a deal in the grand scheme of things–why did it bother him so much? His stomach burbled harshly under Hoseok’s fingertips; experimentally, Hoseok decided to press a bit harder.

    That did him in instantly. The second the older man applied that pressure, Jimin yelped, gaining the attention of all six of the others at once; and, as fate would have it, the moment all eyes were on him, a loud, bubbling fart that only went to show just how upset his stomach was escaped him. Jimin whined low in his throat once he’d realized exactly what had happened, and he instinctively clung tighter to Hoseok, burying his face in the crook of the older man’s neck. Hoseok chuckled softly, immensely relieved that the problem was just a bit of gas. “Silly Jiminie, you don’t need to be so embarrassed,” he cooed, running his other hand down Jimin’s spine. Though Jimin couldn’t see it, a look of relief and understanding flooded over the others’ faces, everyone glad that the problem was something so minor.

    Of course, they had no idea what the cause of this was, but it wasn’t anything major–he wasn’t sick, it wasn’t a stomach bug, he wasn’t dying. Embarrassment and a hefty amount of gas were much, much easier to handle than any of the above.    

Jimin mumbled something, but Hoseok couldn’t make out what he said–it was a reasonable assumption to say that it was some kind of protest to the situation. Hoseok still kept consistent pressure on his middle anyway, knowing the younger man would never let anything out on his own accord. There was no point in scampering off to his room and hiding; the issue was out in the open. Another bassy fart escaped him, and another, everything he’d been bottling up all day coming out in what quickly became a near constant stream of impressive gas.

    Namjoon reached over to ruffle Jimin’s hair, the next to say something in comfort, “Relax, it’s natural. Would’ve thought you’d learn that by now, living with me–oh, and Jungkook, Jungkook’s pretty bad too–”    

The maknae kicked Namjoon in the shin. Jimin giggled softly–that was progress.   

It was just as Jimin had somewhat come to terms with the situation that it got worse.

    A lot worse.

    Jimin was just about to thank the others for being so kind, but when he opened his mouth, he was quickly cut off by another fart. Except this one was wetter–much wetter. His eyes widened, and he paled drastically, the crimson tint his cheeks had taken on becoming twice as visible with the stark contrast. Without saying a word, Jimin stood, and rushed off to the bathroom.

    Hoseok blinked, not expecting that. They sat silently for a moment.

    “Should someone go check on him?” Taehyung asked. Jin was clearly fighting the instinct to have done just that.

    “Give him a minute,” Yoongi spoke.

    “Poor kid…” Hoseok mumbled, staring in the direction of the bathroom.     “I wonder what upset his stomach so bad…” Taehyung vocalized the same thought that all six of them were having. None of them liked seeing Jimin so upset, especially over something he couldn’t control. Considering that it couldn’t have been a stomach bug, the most likely explanation was that it was something he ate–right? There was no other reason. Maybe stress–but stress wouldn’t typically do that.

    Jin stood after a moment of silence. “I’m going to get him comfortable clothes. Pants, underwear.”

    Yoongi followed suit, “I’ll grab him a water bottle.”

    “I’ll go grab blankets and pillows so we can all cuddle out here,” Tae suggested, and Jungkook and Namjoon joined him in that, leaving Hoseok on watch in the living room for when Jimin returns. By the time Jimin did finally leave the bathroom, clad in one of Namjoon’s baggy hoodies and sweatpants, the boys had a whole setup for cuddling in the living room. More blankets than anyone would need, a bunch of pillows, couches draped in comforters.

    All six of them immediately felt the need to tackle Jimin with hugs and cuddles and love upon seeing him–he was still pale in the face, shaky, and he was wiping away tears with sweater-paws. He kept his gaze down; his blush remained. He sniffled softly–it didn’t help that his stomach still wasn’t happy. Jimin stood still for a moment before looking up, still not meeting anyone’s gaze.    “I’m sorry,” Jimin choked out.

    A whole chorus of, “no, it’s not your fault,” “don’t be sorry, you can’t help it,” “you poor thing, I’m sorry,” quickly followed his apology. Jimin almost started sobbing again (like he had been in the bathroom prior) at the sheer kindness of his bandmates. He curled up on Hoseok’s lap again, and the rapper held him close, rocking him gently. Tae sat on the other side of him, playing with his hair–Jin ran a comforting hand up and down his spine.     Once Jimin’s tears had slowed to a stop and he seemed to have calmed down, Jin felt the need to ask, “what’s got your belly so upset, hm? Was it something you ate, do you think…?” He wanted to make sure to take all measures he could in order to stop another incident from happening.

    Jimin froze. He debated on if he should give an explanation or not–on if he wanted to admit to his condition just yet–but he ultimately decided against it. He’d take better precautions to make sure he’d be able to hide further flare-ups just as he had been, and then it’d never be brought up again. Foolproof plan, right?

    So he just shrugged in response.

    Jin sighed softly; neither he nor any of the others liked the idea of there being a chance this would happen again. Regardless, if Jimin ever did get like this, there was no doubt in any of their minds that they’d be there to care for him anyway. They’d always care for him in any time of need–they’d planned on being there to give him all the love and belly rubs he needed for that night–since his stomach was still a bit upset and he still had a bit of gas–and any night he’d need it again.

    “We love you so much,” Jin reassured.

     “The amount of times you fart on my lap won’t change that,” Hoseok teased, laughing. “You’re still cute even when you’re gassy…our gassy little baby.~”

Jimin whined and pouted at Hoseok, who kissed him gingerly on the cheek. He was glad that he at least had the best bandmates in the world to coddle him; still, as much as he liked the attention, he was dedicated to the idea that he’d never let this happen again.

   “I love you guys, too.” It was true. Especially in that moment, he loved his bandmates more than anything else in the world.

[the-imagines-of-tonight]

Kiss the Girl

Pairing: Kevin Price x reader

Prompt: “can you do a Kevin Price x reader where everyone teases Kevin that he loves the reader but he denies it (but he does) and eventually the reader asks him to watch a movie with her and he randomly kisses her which ends up being a makeout session”

Word Count: 1,848

Warnings: Make out scene, slight suggestive themes

Author’s Note: 1. I love Kevin Price 2. I love Disney 3. I loved writing this fic

Kevin watched as you let the door shut behind you, walking back to your own house. He was unaware of the small smile that had found its way onto his face, still looking at the door long after you had left.

“Oh boy, Elder.” A laugh sounded from behind Kevin, Connor pausing before continuing on, “You really have it bad for her, don’t you?”

“W-what?” Kevin shook his head as if to rid himself of thoughts of you, turning to face Connor. “No, no - I only have, uh, platonic, feelings for Y/N. Nothing more, nothing less. You could even call us acquaintances.” He stammered and stumbled over his words; perhaps talking fast would convince everyone around him of his lack of feelings.

“Uh huh.” Connor raised an eyebrow in response, evidently not believing a word that came out of Kevin’s mouth. “I bet if we asked anyone - and I mean anyone, Kevin - about the way you react around Y/N they’d tell you it was love.”

“They would not!” The indignant defense all but confirmed it for Connor; the boy was head over heels for her.

“Whatever you say, Kevin. Whatever you say.” A look of pity had found its way onto Connor’s face and he shook his head as he walked away, leaving Kevin alone to deal with his conflicting thoughts.

Kevin had never really understood his own feelings, especially his feelings in regard to you - first he thought they were purely platonic, a thought he insistently defended. But as you spent more time together, and even through the briefest of interactions, he grew more and more fond of you. Whether it was your laugh, the sparkle in your eyes or the ease with which you held a conversation, there was absolutely no denying it: he was in love with you.

Love. It was a scary thing. Kevin hadn’t been in love before, or at least he couldn’t remember ever being in love before. But the unknown feeling he had in the pit of his stomach every time he looked at you must’ve been love. There was no other explanation for it - for the butterflies in his stomach, for the thoughts of you that kept him up at night, for the way his attention was immediately drawn to you every time the two of you were in the same room.

“Something wrong, buddy?” Arnold’s soft voice sounded from behind Kevin and a hand found its way to rest on his shoulder.

“Maybe.” Kevin gave a defeated sigh, slightly folding in on himself as he turned his face towards Arnold. “It’s just-”

“Matters of the heart, huh?” Arnold nodded understandingly, as if he had abundant experience in such matters. “Is it... You know... Y/N again?”

“Y/N! Again?” Kevin laughed nervously, running a hand through his hair. Glancing around to ensure Arnold was the only one within earshot, Kevin dropped his voice to a whisper, asking, “Is it really that obvious?”

“‘Fraid so.” As soon as the words came out of Arnold’s mouth the handle of the door turned and you walked back into the room, evidently having left something behind. “Good luck, bud.” Arnold whispered into Kevin’s ears before attempting hasty exit, leaving the two of you alone.

“Um, hi, Y/N.” With a weak wave Kevin greeted you, internally cursing himself for his awkwardness - it seemed as though you acted as a repellent for any logical thought he attempted.

“Kevin! Just the man I wanted to see,” You smiled wide and Kevin’s eyes flickered down to your lips, tentatively licking his own. Picking up the jacket you had left draped over the back of the couch you took two steps closer to Kevin. “Do you wanna maybe come over to my place tonight? Like, to watch a movie or something? I’ve got some Disney movies I want to re-watch but not alone, so I thought to myself, ‘who’d want to watch these with me’ and you came to mind -”

“Yes.” Kevin thankfully cut off your rambling with a shy smile. “I’d love - uh, like, that a lot.”

“Great!” You felt your face flush as you watched Kevin’s eyes roam around your face, more often than not landing on your lips. “Well, I’ll see you soon?” Phrasing it as a question you crossed your arms and looked up at Kevin, awaiting an answer.

“How about I grab my stuff now and come with you?” It took everything in Kevin’s power to prevent himself from hitting his own face - your eyebrows had shot up at his statement, evidently because he came on too strong and probably scared you off. “I mean, if that’s alright and all...” Nice. Very obvious back peddling. Kevin cringed slightly, the skin of his forehead crinkling in embarrassment.

“Of course it is, Kevin!” Getting over your initial shock on how forward Kevin was you relaxed your face into a smile, a light blush dusting your cheeks. With a slight nod in your direction Kevin all but ran off in the direction of his room, rushing to collect the things he deemed necessary - his wallet, keys, phone - and shoved them into a backpack.

He reappeared in your line of vision, droplets of sweat beading along his hairline and a rosy glow to his cheeks. “Let’s get going then,” You smiled, continuing to do so as the two of you made your way out of the Elder’s accommodation and towards your own.

Kevin blushed just thinking about being alone with you, something he had never experienced before; at least three others were always in the same room as you both. Perhaps this was the chance he had to finally make a move, or at least tell you how he felt - how he had felt for the longest time. He followed you into your lounge room, placing his bag gingerly against the couch that stood facing the television.

“Is The Little Mermaid okay? It’s one of my favourites,” Your statement hung in the air between you and Kevin; somehow despite being able to talk for hours whilst surrounded by others, alone it seemed you were complete strangers.

“S-sure.” With an awkward, jerky movement Kevin nodded and you began to play the movie, sitting a respectable distance away from where Kevin was seated. But that didn’t last very long, as within about ten minutes both of you had readjusted your sitting positions, shifting closer to the middle until you were separated only by a distance wide enough for Kevin’s hand to rest.

The first part of the movie passed without incident, Kevin apparently awaiting the perfect moment to turn to you and -

And you don’t know why but you’re dying to try, you wanna kiss the girl.

Kevin gulped as he snuck a glance your way; you were completely engrossed in the movie, despite having seen it numerous times before. His cheeks turned red as the song played on, strangely mirroring the voice of his own internal monologue.

Looks like the boy too shy, ain’t gonna kiss the girl. Ain’t that sad? Ain’t it a shame? Too bad, he gonna miss the girl.

The singing, animated crab was right: if Kevin didn’t grab your attention in someway he would lose his chance - it was now or never.

Boy, you better do it soon, no time will be better.

“Hey, Y/N?” You turned your head to face Kevin, who had managed to grab your attention. Opening your mouth to reply you froze in shock as you felt Kevin press his lips hard against yours, having misjudged the force needed to carry him to you. You didn’t respond, initially unable to even comprehend the quick succession of events.

Sensing your hesitation, Kevin pulled back, a look of confusion on his face as he began to mutter out an apology. “Y/N, I’m sorry, I - I don’t know what came over me-”

To prevent his rambling from continuing, you mustered up the courage to press your own lips to his, shifting closer to him on the couch. He gasped and his eyes fluttered shut as he felt your lips press once more against his. Your hands had travelled up his body with a feather-light touch, resting in his hair and tugging slightly.

Kevin was nervous - you could tell from the way his hands shook against you, as if touching you in any way would make you stop; or worse, could hurt you. But his hands came to lay on your waist, the both of you turning to face one another whilst still sitting on the couch.

Tracing the curve of your body one of Kevin’s hands moved up to tip your jaw slightly further up, giving him more access to your lips as they parted. It seemed as though your lips were made for one another, moving together in harmony as your tongues explored each other’s mouths. You let out an involuntary moan as Kevin pressed himself flush against you, his kiss evidently becoming both more needy and passionate.

A knock sounded throughout your small house, the only noise able to draw you away from Kevin. “Excuse me a second,” You laugh, panting slightly as you stood up and walked to the door, a giddy smile remaining in place on your face.

“Hello?” You opened the door to a smiling face - Connor’s smiling face. Without realising, your face was still flushed, lips swollen slightly and hair mussed; all tell-tale signs of the deed you had just partaken in.

“Oh, Y/N, um, I needed to ask Kevin a question, but, uh, I see the two of you are... busy... So I’ll just leave you to it.” After raking his eyes over your appearance Connor’s cheeks were coloured with red, having understood the reason behind them. He promptly turned on his heel without waiting for you to respond, leaving you befuddled in the doorway.

“So I guess Connor knows now,” You stated simply, sitting back down on the couch, this time with your thigh pressed against Kevin’s.

“I’m sorry,” He replied, gently placing his hand on the top of your knee. You rested your head against his chest, falling into a calming rhythm together.

Breaking the comfortable silence, Kevin said, “I - I’ve always wanted to find and tell someone, ‘You deserve to be in an art museum because of how beautiful you are.’ And I think I found that person in you, Y/N.” Taking in a deep breath he continued, “I think I might actually love you.”

You gasped at his words and turned your head up, watching a blush spread across his face. Studying the way his eyes lit up by simply seeing your face and being in your presence you couldn’t help but smile. “And I think I love you too, Kevin.”

He laughed as he pressed a chaste kiss to your temple, wrapping an arm protectively around you. You moved in closer and placed a flat palm to brace yourself on his chest; the rhythm of his breathing and the feeling of happiness filling you quickly putting you to sleep.