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  • Jungkook: So who is he?
  • You: Who's who??
  • Jungkook: You could've just told me you wanted a cutesie picture with me rather than posing with a stranger.
  • You: What are you even talking about?
  • Jungkook: You're instagram must be blowing up.
  • You: Ohhhhh I know exactly what you're talking about *laughs*
  • Jungkook: You're posing like you don't have a boyfriend and OH MY GAWD IS THAT YOU KISSING HIS CHEEK.
  • You: Hey, it's friendly skinship.
  • You: Um... I think I can since he's my brother, did you read the caption?
  • Jungkook: Your broth-
  • Jungkook: Oh.
  • You: So was the G O L D E N M A K N A E jealous? *evil smirk*
  • Jungkook: Pfffft as if.
  • Jungkook: Okay maybe a little.
  • Jungkook: I need a hug now.
  • You: *goes in for the hug* You're cute when you're jealous.

anonymous asked:

Is it alright if I ask for a scenario with guzma where he first meets his future s/o? Like he accidentally scares them or the future s/o helps him with his Pokémon cause he ran out of potions so they decide to help him with his Pokémon

a/n: i just drank 2 bottles of tea and now i’m wide awake lets go…. aaaan d i might’ve gotten a liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitle bit carried away w this one…. whoops

   You sigh, pulling out your Rotomdex to make sure you were heading in the right direction. Unfortunately, the map of Haina Desert wasn’t as detailed as you liked, and you’d been unwilling to admit you were lost for the past few hours. You didn’t even know why you came here, you were expecting rare pokemon and all you had seen so far were Sandiles and the occasional Alolan Dugtrio.

   Tightening your safety goggles, you away brush a few hairs that had gotten stuck inside the suction of them. You sigh, starting to take the walk of shame back to the strange group of rocks when you here a strange pokemon cry. Whipping back around, you see an injured Golisopod kneeling down, battered by the sandstorm. You furrow your brows, thinking how strange it is to see a wild Golisopod in the desert. But hey, who were you to question your luck?

   You take out an empty pokeball, deciding that if you did manage to snag the injured Golisopod, you could take it straight to the pokemon center to heal it up - if you did ever get out of the winding desert. But as soon as you throw the ball, it bounces off of the pokemon, signifying it was a trainer’s.

   “Hey! Ya tryin’ to steal my pokemon, huh?” He appears almost out of nowhere, perhaps he was there the whole time, you could barely see ten feet in front of you in the sandstorm. “The only one here who does pokemon stealin’ is me!” You wrinkle your nose at his remarks, a pokemon thief? Was he out here trying to take other people’s pokemon? You write it off as a joke, but still your hands tighten around the belt of pokeballs on your waist.

   “No! I thought it was a wild pokemon. I didn’t see you, honest mistake.” The man kneels down, appearing to be rifling through his bag.

   “How could ya not see me? I was standing right behind him the whole time. What are ya, stupid?” He snorts, not looking up at you when he speaks. “Besides, ya thought there would be a wild Golisopod in the middle of a desert?” He chuckles, amused with himself, and your cheeks heat up in humiliation.

   “Shut up.” You retort wittily. The stranger stands up and puts his hands in his pockets.

   “Hey, since ya owe me one for tryin’ to catch my Golisopod, do ya got any spare potions on ya? I used up all of mine.” You pout, not wanting to do this stranger any favors, but you weren’t one to leave a pokemon injured.

   “Why wouldn’t you bring spare potions when you’re out training? What are you, stupid?” You throw his earlier words back at him, as you go up to Golisopod, reaching out to it slowly as to not startle it. The expression on the stranger’s face changes from smug to unamused. 

   “Hey boy, you okay?” You smile at the bug type, petting it gently on the head. It cries in response, trying to act stronger than it actually was at the moment. The man watches you react to his bug type, and is shocked when you act like it’s any other cute pokemon. Not many people act this way to his Golisopod not surprisingly.

   “There you go!” You put your hands on your hips, satisfied with a job well done. “Your Golisopod’s all fixed up!” You rummage through your bag for another potion, and hand it to him. “This place is tough, so take this just in case…” You trail off, waiting for him to fill in the blank.

   “Name’s Guzma… What’s yours?” He shoves the potion in his pocket.

   “[name]” You answer, sticking out your hand. “Sorry for trying to catch your pokemon earlier. It was so cute I couldn’t resist.” Golisopod lets out a cry at that. He shakes your hand, and he feels something when he looks at you, hair messed up and sticking out at weird angles because of your safety goggles - a strange warm, feeling in his stomach, like he just had to meet you again.

   “Ahhh, forget about it.” He stuffs his hands back into his pockets. “You repayed me ‘nyways. I gotta get going, though. Gotta train ‘n stuff.” You nod at him in understanding.

   “I’ll see you later then, Guzma.” You wave at him, walking backwards into the desert. “Don’t get lost!”

Yoonmin Boyfriend Ensemble#5

Jimin’s account:

Yoongi decided to serenade me guys and he was so nervous about it! Look at this cute fluffball 🙈🙈


Smut Warning

Word Count: 1,202

“Here we are Mrs. Biersack.
You laughed a little as he laid you down on the humongous bed decorated with elegant white and cream colored comforters. He had said those words four or five times on the plane, taxi and boat ride here.

Watch your step, Mrs. Biersack.
Let me take your suitcase, Mrs. Biersack.
I love you, Mrs. Biersack.

He smiled down at you and then collapsed onto the bed beside you. Straight from the all-day wedding to the airport, plus the time difference after the flight, made you two look like some pretty lame honeymooners, but all you really wanted to do at first was sleep. 
“Nap time?” He groaned wistfully. You cuddled against his side and nodded. “Thank god.”
When the two of you woke up, the sun was flirting with the horizon. You could see through the enormous beach-view window by the bed, the sky was tinted pink and the sun was a hot orange. Your stomach growled loud- time for dinner.
“Oh my god,” you groaned. Your white sundress you had worn for the flight over was wrinkled and twisted. You stripped it from your body and slid on a tight teal dress that barely reached your mid-thigh.
“Wow,” Andy breathed, coming back in from the bathroom. “You are stunning…”
“You can’t say that anymore, after this morning,” you joked. When he’d first seen you in your wedding dress he actually cried. “You’ve already seen me at my best.”
He snaked his arms around your waist. “So? You’re still beautiful…”
You blushed deep red and let him kiss you.
“We have reservations,” you reminded him before things could get too heated.
“Right. He fastened the last two buttons on his black dress shirt and took your hand in his. Even after all these years, holding hands like you were still in high school was still one of the best feelings in the world.
When you returned to the hotel suite after dinner, you were both considerably buzzed. You slammed the door and made your way into the middle of the room, beside the enormous bed.
“Did you know I love you?” He said softly, stroking your cheek and kissing you just off the mouth.
“I think I did,” you said, holding up your left hand, flashing the elegant diamonds on your finger. He grabbed you by the hips and held you tight, kissing you and pulling you in the direction of the huge bed. He pushed you down gently and perched himself over you.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured in your ear, running his hands up your body. He pulled the straps of your dress down your shoulders and nipped softly at the skin on your neck. “You’re the love of my life…” He whispered.
Andy’s gravelly bedroom voice was the hottest thing to you, and that on top of the way he would say sweet, elegant things instead of the usual “dirty talk” …it was almost too much to handle.
Once your dress was successfully off, he started to unbutton his shirt. You stopped him hastily and started to do it yourself.
“You’re my whole world,” He said, sucking on your neck, leaving dark circles. Soon, you were both entirely undressed and he was arched over you, growling “I need you…”
“God,” you groaned out as he pushed into you.
“Ohh, Mrs. Biersack,” he moaned, placing a hand beside your hip and the other on the headboard of the bed, starting to move his hips back and forth. He started slow and gained speed quickly.
“Fuck me hard,” you growled, lacing your fingers into his hair.
“Christ..” he sighed with effort.
“Harder!!” You screamed. His thrusts started to dive deeper and faster and closer to that spot.  
You could feel yourself nearing the edge and you pulled him closer, dragging your fingernails down his back and clutching his hips as they crashed into yours over and over. You carefully wrapped one of your smoothly waxed legs around his, where his knees were bent to kneel over you.
“Cum for me, beautiful,” he growled. You were so close that his voice in that moment was enough and it sent you into instant spasms. Your walls tightened around him as his thrusts slowed to a stop and he called out your name. Deep, deep inside of you, he came hard, shuddering slightly as he did.
“God damn,” he breathed when he was finished.
“Is it just me…” You panted, “or was that… The best… It’s ever been…”
He nodded, collapsing by your side, both of you were sweaty and exhausted. “That was… Incredible…”

Two weeks later you were home. Your honeymoon was spectacular- the hotel, the restaurants, the beach, the sex. It was just all around perfect, but you were exhausted and ready to be home to your cute two story place with Andy and your dog, Sadie, and of course, Crow.
Once you were finally back into your routine at home, after a few more weeks, things began to feel a little… Off…
You were exhausted during the day, restless at night, and couldn’t bear the idea of eating anything larger than a granola bar in one sitting. You felt nauseous all the time and got dizzy easily. When you could sleep more than an hour at a time- very rarely- you had nightmares…
“Andy?” You said shakily from the kitchen, one night while making dinner. The realization finally hit you. You had been off birth control for a while during wedding prep because all of the stress had been messing with your hormones. You had entirely forgotten about the tiny pink pills after that … When he came in the room, looking slightly worried, you felt like you were gonna throw up.
No. You were actually going to throw up. You stumbled toward the other end of the counter, leaned over the sink and emptied your stomach into it.
“Are you okay??” He came over to you and started rubbing your back while you coughed and wiped your mouth. Continuing to stroke your upper back soothingly, he turned on the sink to rinse away the vomit.
“Andy,” you groaned. “I think I’m pregnant…”
“What…” He said softly, freezing in place. You rinsed out your mouth with a grimace and then looked up at him. His crystal eyes were fixed on a spot on the wall.
“Andy,” you reached your hand out to him and suddenly he grabbed your face and kissed you. When he pulled away, he kept his hands gently hovering on your cheeks and his face split into a wide pearly grin.
“Oh my god!! Oh my god, (Y/N)!!” He said excitedly. “We’re gonna have a baby? A real life baby with like the pudgy cheeks and squishy legs and-”
You nodded with a small smile. He was excited. He was actually excited. You had completely expected him to he horrified. A baby after just a month and a half of marriage? Isn’t that a little soon?

But he was excited.

“Oh my god!!” He said again. He kissed you once more and his expression changed a little. He bit his lip and said, “You should uh…. Go brush your teeth before I kiss you again.”

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Her Hair pt 1 (Baekhyun Fluff)

A/N: HEllo my anonies. this is the first request for a scenarios i got so so this is a every special mildstone for this  blog. i decied to spilt it into two parts since i thought it would be too long as a one i hope youe enjoy part one!

Anonie asked:

Hello can you do a Baekhyun scenario about him wanting to help his gf wash and straighten her natural hair please?


Today, was the dreadful ‘wash day’. You had cleared your schedule and made sure all your work was done just for this cause you already knew it would take forever and a day. You had taken your braids out and planned a simple re-braid or you might twist it this time, who know maybe you’ll just rock it a natural and have it as a nappy a-fo? You had been on the phone with you mom earlier and she was talking your ear off about how to wash your hair and do oil treatments and greasing your hair and honestly at your age you already know the ins and outs of your our hair type. It was just is little time wasting and even thought you love your mama from heaven and back you really didn’t want to be up at like 11:30 at night messing with you hair.

It was close to 12 now and you were just doing a little search hunt in your apartment for all the supply’s you needed. No matter what you do your stuff always ends up scattered around the house like; why is your conditioner and detangler in the pantry? Anyways, you had everything ready and set in your bathroom when you heard someone know on your door. Now here you are hair wild and tangled like hell and someone wants to knock on your door. You quickly stuffed your poofy hair under a slick cap and looked through the peephole.

Low and behold there was your boyfriend Baekhyun beating at your door. <<I could have sworn that I told him it was my wash day>> you thought. Baekhyun knew that this day meant I could do and won’t do little to nothing so he better not try to go out. You opened the door looking as confused as you were, but baekhyun looked like a happy camp. “boy, what are you doing here? You know today I wash my hair right?” you said as you let him through the door. “Exactly” he exclaimed.

“What? Baekhyun- I already took down my hair so I really can’t go out any-“ just then he cut you off “no no that’s good because well….. I was on YouTube right? And I came across this video of this guy doing his boo’s hair and it looked right fun so I was wooonderrinnng~” you chuckled knowing exactly what he was trying to ask. Baekhyun rarely got to touch your hair, you either had it wrapped up or swat his hand away because you ‘got it just how you wanted and really didn’t want it to get messed up’

“You want to do my hair?” you leaned on the island counter and slightly looked at him like he was crazy. “yeah, why are you lookin like that?” he chuckles as he leans in the same manner as you “Baekhyun my hair type is not the easy wash and go type hair you know that right?” you warned him “>>> how long have we been together? Almost a year now?” you nod in response to his questions “then don’t worry~ I know what im getting myself into. Please give your boo thang a chance” you snickered at his use of ‘boo thang’  you don’t even say that a lot.

After, deep consideration you finally decided that he could possible do this with less than no trouble, you’d just have yo keep thing simple. “okay okay fine ill let you wash my hair” you sigh “can I straighten too?” you looked at him like really and he gave you a pleading face “ugh okay will see how you do with washinf and then Maybe ill let you straighten it okay?” he nods in agreement and strugged with a ‘I’ll take what i can get’. “okay clean out the sink will I get all the hair stuff youll need” you jumbled your words and walked to the bathroom. This child loved doing new projects, as he called them, with you and I guess you can just add this to the list. ‘August 12, 2016. Baekhyun attempts to  wash and straighten my hair’


OKay cool. part two will becoming real soonafter this and the request box is open so don’t be afraid to drop some work for me in there. 

if you want to see some more reactions and scenarios you can check you my regular acc @imagine-your-kpop which is much older than this acc. 

okay i guess ill see you all another day

Bai For Now


- y’all were friends at first & initially he was rlly annoyed by you bc of how lively and cheerful you were ???
- he was like ….this is tiring
- but eventually he began to really enjoy and appreciate your company
- your personalities differed a little but it was a good balance between ur cheerfulness + his apathy :^)
- tried to indirectly ask u on a date by inviting you to go see the newest marvel movie
- and you were like !!! fRICK YES, i love marvel !!!
- and he was like …. (whispers) i know
- it becomes a mini tradition for you two to go see movies together, whether it was like (?) frozen or paranormal activity
- if you wanted to see it, he was down
- all of seventeen kept bugging him to straight out ask you to date him but he refused to
- and well… let’s just say they took matters into their own hands
- seungkwan: yo y/n, be honest who’s ur favourite in svt
- you: hm er i think i’ll say w—
- seungkwan: wONWOO?? om g did everyone hear that? /nudges woozi/ y/n’s fav is wonwoo.
- seungkwan: jeon
- seungkwan: won
- seungkwan: woo
- seungkwan: the sixth oldest member
- seungkwan: the member with the deepest voice
- seungkwan: the—
- needless to say, he eventually had no choice but to directly ask u to be his s/o in order to prevent further embarrassing interferences by the rest of svt
- to which you shyly but willingly accepted
- ANYWAY, now that ur like,,, dAtiNg or wHateVEr, he’s super shy around you but kind of plays it off as not really caring?
- he just doesn’t exactly know how to show it yet o k
- since he’s still pretty new to dating and has just about as much experience as a third grader,,,, pretty much treats u as if yall are still in elementary school lmfao
- in other words, shows his love for u through insults (-:
- “ur annoying”
- “i hate you”
- “shut up”
- “hey what where are you going”
- “nooo come back here … cuddle with me”
- as you can tell, he isn’t the best at expressing his love in words
- but to make up for it….. is very touchy-feely
- so much affection, loves affection, ALL tHE AFFECTION
- always wants to cuddle and hold u close to his chest and run his hands through ur hair
- back hugs + him resting his head in the crook of ur neck and kissing ur temples
- holds ur hand or puts his arm around ur waist when ur in public
- plays with ur fingers or pokes ur sides when he gets bored
- just prepare urself for a whole lot of physical contact when ur with him, no matter how subtle
- however despite his intense addiction to skinship, iS A REALLY SHY KISSER
- really paranoid that ur gonna suddenly pull away bc u think he’s a bad kisser or something, so his kisses are always soft and slow and gentle bc he doesn’t want to scare u away with his lack of experience
- when he tilts his head slightly to the side and starts to lick his lips frequently and keeps staring down at yours,,,, that’s when u know he’s about to kiss u
- holds ur face with two hands as if ur the most precious thing in the world (which to him, you probably are though he’d never admit it)
- always makes sure ur ok with what he’s doing
- like he’d keep breaking the kiss to ask, “are u ok? is this ok?” and ur like omf G shush keep going
- but its super cute to see this side of him hehe bc usually he’s just a ball of negative emotions
- good looking boy holds door open for you?? /death glares/ waiter smiles at you?? /throws shade/
- aka passive aggressive woozi comes out
- gets hella jealous when you spend lots of time with the other members, even tho he knows ur all just friends
- when joshua tries to teach you how to play adore u acoustic ver. on guitar, when quiet lil minghao opens up to you bc you ask him to teach u short chinese phrases, when you cant stop dying of laughter bc of some joke hoshi and dk told u ….
- all of it makes him fume inside but he gotta conceal, dont feel, dont let them know
- he wont exactly say anything to u about it, he’ll just be like
- him: oh, would you look at the time!! we should probably get you home, y/n
- you: it’s 1 o’clock in the afternoon, woozi.
- him: yep ok bye everyone!!
- hes oddly and unexpectedly passive aggressive tbh
- woozi isn’t really like anyone you’ve ever met before but day by day, you learn more about him and learn to love those things about him. you learn that he’s actually a big softie and is selfless by nature and deep down just wants the best for you and his friends and that most of all, he loves you with all his heart.

12 Missed calls 42 Texts Later

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You paced the width of your apartment, waiting for your boyfriend to come back. If he came back! You’ve been texting and calling him for the past two hours and he hasn’t picked up, answered a text, or bothered to try and reach you in any way. You knew Dylan was filming today, and that he was filming a particularly dangerous scene. He wouldn’t let you go with him just incase anything happened, and he assured you that he’d text you at every chance he got. His last text was four hours ago, and it said: Tyler messed up again :/ Last take. I’m okay, Love you xxx 

Two hours and thirty minutes, you started to panic. Picking up your phone from the couch, you called Tyler. The phone rang, and rang, and rang, but no answer. Straight to voicemail. “Oh my God,” tears stung your eyes. What happened? Is he okay? Finally, you couldn’t wait any longer, and you fetched your keys and went out the door. 

Two steps down, Dylan rounded the stairs and met up with you. 

His scratched face turned twisted in confusion, “where are you going?” The sight of his scarred face made you want to hug him and tend to him, but the anger and worry were much stronger. You tossed your keys at him, barely missing. He dodged the keys and glared at you, “what the hell was that?”

“I have been texting you! Calling you and Tyler! No one picked up! I was worried sick! Where have you been?”

“Filming!” He hissed, “where else? I texted you!”

Three hours ago! I thought something happened!” 

He raised his arms, “nothing happened! I’m right here! Why are you yelling?”

“Because I thought you died!”

The apartment doors around you started opening, your neighbors eager to get the front row seat on the fight between Dylan O’brien and his long term girlfriend. Dylan sighed, “lets go back inside, we’ll talk okay? Lets talk.” He picked up your keys then tried taking your hand as you climbed the stairs. You pulled away angrily, and beat him to the door. 

Dylan walked into the apartment and calmly closed the door, then he took a seat on a chair, “you thought I died? It wasn’t that big of a scene.”

“I called you 12 times!” 

He raised his eyebrows, then took his phone out of his pocket and said, “crap y/n. I had my phone on silent. I didn’t see, 42 texts. Holy crap you must’ve been worried.”

“You think?!” You screamed, frustrated at how calm he was. “You knew how worried I was! I called you 12 times Dylan! 12 and you didn’t pick up once! I was terrified! How could you turn your phone on silent? You knew I was worried! That’s seriously the most inconsiderate and stupid thing you’ve ever done!”


“While you were over there laughing with your shitty friends I’ve been shaking with worry!”


“How daft do you have to be to forget your girlfriend? Eh? Tell me that!”

“Y/N!” He shouted.


“Can you shut up for a few seconds and listen? God Dang!”

Your jaw dropped, “Did you just –”

He stood up and stormed to me, his face inches from mine, “I just spent eight hours in the hot sun! Doing crazy stunts, my face is burning! Because it’s scratched, if you haven’t noticed. I slid on the gravel. But that doesn’t matter because I didn’t pick up your damn phone calls? I get you were worried! But I’m okay y/n! And I’m tired as hell! I’m at your apartment because I expected  you to take care of me after such a hectic day! I was ready to kiss you and for you to help me fix this!” he pointed at his wounded face, “then we could lay down and relax! Instead! I get a psycho girlfriend who’s badmouthing my friends and I because I didn’t pick up the phone!”

“You don’t understand how worried I was!” you yelled, though not as loud this time, “you weren’t thinking straight Dylan! This isn’t about your wounds or how bad your day was, it’s about the fact that you couldn’t pick up a phone and tell me you were okay! Seriously! If you can’t bother with that we shouldn’t bother with this relationship”

He turned around, ran his hands through his hair, and turned back to me. His lips were in a grim line and his tongue was pressed to his cheek the way it did when he was trying to control his anger. Deep down, you knew you went to far, but you was still scared for him, he looked like he was in a lot of pain and that made you angry! Why couldn’t they get a damn stunt double? And why couldn’t he just find the time to text you? It may seem like you’re over reacting, or overly attached. But you were just worried, really worried, out of your mind and unlogically worried for this crazy man you’re madly in love with. 

“You want to break up?” He whispered angrily, making you realize what you had said, “You really want to do that? Because I didn’t reply to your damn text y/n?”

“You don’t understand,” you repeated, “I was –”

“WORRIED SICK!” he screamed, “I get it! But damn! You’re really over reacting don’t you think?” He had his hands in fists, and he was shaking. Time to pull back and calm hm down.

“Dylan, I’m– calm down okay? Lets just talk calmly okay?”

“Calm never works with you!” he screamed, “you fight over the silliest things y/n and I’m getting sick of it! I’m really starting to resent you.” He tugged on his hair, then picked up my favorite mug and chucked it at a wall.

“Dylan!” you screamed, “Stop what are you doing!”

He didn’t hear you, he threw his phone at the wall, “I’m so sick of always doing something wrong! Everything I do is wrong to you!” he screamed.

“Baby please calm down!”

“Don’t baby me!” He shouted, “I’m done!” He chucked a vase at the wall behind you sending a shock through your body, causing you to fall. He glared at you, his eyes still full of fury, “I’m done. I can’t live like this.” He mumbled, walking out and slamming the door behind him.

You felt numb for hours after that, and you didn’t cry because it all had to be a nightmare. you waited to wake up, and see him walking through the door, unhurt and smiling at you. But that wasn’t going to happen, and only when you realized that the tears started coming, and you couldn’t stop them. You sat on the floor, with tears on your face, thinking about all you said and how you’d take it back in a second. It didn’t matter that he didn’t text back, as long as he was there at the end of the day so you could kiss him goodnight. You loved him so much it physically hurt you, and thinking about him leaving you tore you into a million pieces over, and over, and over. Until you thought you’d die right there.

Then the door opened, and Dylan sheepishly stepped in. He looked at you, then his eyes met the floor, “I bought you another mug,” he mumbled.

In a flash, you were in his arms, “I’m so sorry,” you cried, “I’m sorry I’m sorry I love you so much Dylan I’m so sorry Please don’t leave.”

He rubbed your back soothingly, although his eyes were also red from previous tears. “I’m sorry too,” he whispered in your ear, “I over reacted. It’s been a tough day. I love you more than ever y/n and I never planned on leaving. I’m sorry.”

You kissed him softly, careful not to get near the scratch on his face or apply pressure on his hurt lip. But he wouldn’t have it, he moved your hands into his hair, where he loved them the most. And deepened your kiss, making sure to remind you of why you couldn’t go a day without his soft lips.

When you finally pulled away for breath, your hand softly brushed his scratches, making him flinch. “Let’s fix this,” you said, “so I don’t have to think of anything else when I kiss you.”

red-robiin  asked:

aaaah talking to you both like this really makes me feel like pushing through on making a pjo/hoo imagines acc as well with my best friend ;;;

ooooo nice ! go for it bro writing is hella fun !

- nez

Distraction - Stiles Stilinski Imagine

“I don’t know Stiles…this has been going on for too long. You have to tell Y/N the truth.” You heard Scott tell Stiles. Your head immediately looked up at the mention of your name. “I know,I know…” Stiles sighed in defeat. “It’s just,I don’t want her to be upset…”. Your heart started racing,thinking about all of the things that Stiles could have done. Your boyfriend Stiles who always whispered sweet nothings into your ear and made you feel like you were the most beautiful and the luckiest girl in the entire world. “Stiles. You used her to make Lydia jealous,that was eight months ago. Don’t you think you should stop this?” Scott worried. Your heart broke into a million pieces hearing Scott mutter those words to Stiles. “Oh.” You thought,sorrow and embarrassment filling your body. You couldn’t help the small sob that left your shaking form,which caught Scott and Stiles’s attention. 
“Y/N” Stiles stuttered,a panicked expression now residing on his handsome face. You wiped your eyes quickly,not allowing the boy you thought loved you,the boy who used you,see you cry because of him. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. “I can explain.” Stiles said quickly.
“No,you don’t have too. I totally get it.” You managed to mutter. “This” you gestured to yourself and Stiles,“wasn’t real”. “You used me to get to Lydia and that’s all I ever was to you.”,you said stated quietly. 
“No Y/N,that’s not what happened.” Stiles stammered. You gave him a few seconds,you gave him enough time to say that he and Scott were joking and that Stiles didn’t use you in order to make Lydia jealous. You hoped he’d say that he and Scott were joking,that he loved you and that you had heard him and Scott wrong. A small part of you still hoped desperately that Stiles was in love with you. "Well actually that is kind of how it happened but I-“.
You cut him off instantly,"I don’t want to hear it” you snapped,tears threatening spill out of your bright eyes. “Next time,a little advice Stilinski,don’t use another person to make the person you love jealous,it’s not her fault you couldn’t score the girl you loved on your own merits”. And you did the thing Stiles hoped you wouldn’t do,you walked away from him.