instigating shit

a-peanut-with-to-much-time  asked:

Drarry. And the sentace is, "You do realize that cat is Professor McGonagall, right?"

hhhhhggggg

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“You do realize that cat is Professor McGonagall, right?”

Harry freezes, his hand still resting on the cat’s head and he turns to Draco with wide eyes.

“I’ve been petting this cat for the past half hour,” he whispers just as the cat rubs its face into his palm.

From his crouched position, Harry leaps up, his face growing red with Draco’s laughter. He squints at the cat, searching for the telltale marks, but when he finds none, Harry whips around only to see Draco running down the hall.

“You’ll pay for that, you bastard!” Harry roars, chasing after Draco with only the thought of revenge on his mind.

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and by revenge i mean Harry probably sits in the corner all grumpy and trying not to smile when Draco starts cuddling and kissing him.

(Send me a ship and a sentence, I’ll write the next five)

Hamburg - when (almost) everybody is wrong

My best friend’s brother had a brand-new baby girl on Tuesday. She’s quite pink but everybody is very proud of her. The brother is a teacher in Hamburg and his partner and baby are in a hospital in the city. 

It’s G20.

Yesterday I talked to my friend and she told me how terrified her brother was. Hamburg expected 100.000 protesters. Which is a lot, causes traffic jams and is a general nuisance. 

It also expected about 8000 violent instigators, hooligans, extremists and so on. 

In the run-up to G20 business in the richer parts of town had been marked as belonging to, well, rich people. All of this is nothing new. We have that every year in Berlin. Cars are set on fire, windows need to be barricaded, there will be water throwers. 

Try navigating that with a newborn. 

The hospital released both mother and baby a day early to get them out of the city because they expected a very real possibility that the hospital might be attacked and I sat in my kitchen on the other side of Germany wondering what the fuck that says not only about my the world but also a movement I have always felt very connected to.

But ultimately… I mean, heck, I have lived in Leipzig and spent a good deal of time in Connewitz, I come from the deep and very neo-Nazi east… I am not surprised.


And then there is the other side of the story. Hundred thousands of people who care about this world and this planet and what’s happening to it and our future. A tidal wave of worry but also of hope.

Setting up their tents in parks, areas that have been given to them by the city of Hamburg - their right to do so, to come together and protest, bolstered and protected by the German constitution AND a legally binding decision by a judge just the day before. 

And then there is the chief of Hamburg police, a man even my conservative friends in the city call an absolute hardliner… Twisting the legal decision to his liking, as a member of the executive branch looking for loopholes in a legally binding decision to interpret it to his liking. 

A man that many have accused of provoking the violence by rigorously responding to the slightest provocations from the black block in the March to Hell demonstration, basically doing what the violent protesters wanted: Instigating violence and drawing every other peaceful protester down the drain with them.

They didn’t even need to bring in their own instigators. Holy shit, this is Germany. We have a long-standing tradition of violent left-wing protests. We have the 1st of May and this is HAMBURG. St. Pauli is a rallying cry for everyone looking for an excuse to set a car on fire.  

All they needed to do was to declare the black block as the black block and let everything unravel from there. We even have a word for a mass of hooded demonstrators ready for violence. There is a reason your are not allowed to cover your face at demonstration because that is the ONE determining characteristics from dividing the peaceful protesters from the Hooligans. And everybody accusing me of dragging a football term into this. Look at them and tell me the difference. I dare you!


Do any of them care for the protests? To any of them care for G20 or what these people decide up there?

A friend of mine is a member of the police emergency personnel, a branch from the standard police that is trained for those exact situations (and football games, because Germany). He is also a few political meters left of me. What we call a “linke Zecke” here in Germany. He cares. 

He cares that idiots attack them and then run into the masses, using peaceful demonstrators as human shields. He also cares that an asshole in a plush chair plays Russian roulette with his men’s health by waging his own cute little war. 

The new baby’s father cares because more than half of his students are not of German heritage, spanning the globe in their mother tongues and skin colors. 

But people that invade the perceived “rich” quarters to vandalize whole streets, setting cars on fire and respond to pleas of “People live here!” which “Shut the FUCK up!” 

They don’t care. they just want an excuse to brutalize others and there is no difference if you call that left-wing or right-wing terrorism. It’s terrorism. 

And people like the police chief, who so blatantly disregards a law he swore to uphold? Does he care for anything but his own personal power and pride? Does he even CARE for the people who now have no car anymore, no business or who can’t go to a hospital because everything is blocked and emergency services are busy taking care of the victims on both sides of the violence he provoked days in advance?

What does HE care for?


There are situations that you cannot win, caught between a rock and a hard place and the pride and disregard of men who don’t see you as worth caring for. Police power, terrorists. Doesn’t matter. 

I just saw the pictures a friend sent from by-streets in Hamburg. Not the main streets. Not the protest route but remote, peaceful by-streets, far from the protest, littered with burning cars. Family cars, not expensive ones. Just family cars. Trash cans kicked onto streets and set on fire.

People standing by in absolute disbelief.

Yet still, people stand up and go there. They protest the unfairness of a world order that disadvantages people too poor to even come to Hamburg and protest in their own name. 

Yet still, the people of Hamburg sweep their streets and replace their windows and go on with stubborn northern determination. 

And yet, a man walks through the crowds with a shield saying “Leave me alone, I’m just going to the supermarket.”

And yet, the first thing I hear from everybody around me, no matter which camp they belong to is “this is not democracy” and “what do you need?”

And yet, humanity prevails. Even if it sometimes is by just surviving. 

anime to movie transitions

light

anime: keeps cool at all times, strategist, aspirations to be a god
movie: can only scream and do nothing

misa 

anime: madly in love, yandere, fairly smart, but an airhead in common sense movie: damaged white girl trope 

ryuk
anime: self proclaimed spectator, no influence, there for humor
movie: instigator, jackass, general shit disturber

lawliet

anime: odd, very into habits, strange, genius
movie: average interesting guy who dresses like a weirdo and has gun

mr. yagami

anime: stand up man, cares about justice and morality, obey the law
movie: football apple pie wrestling meat head american

matsuda

anime: matsuda you idiot
movie: where is he

My Age Headcanons for the Paladins

So I was discussing these with @not-just-any-fangirl​ and since we had a few laughs, I thought I would share them.

  • Shiro and Pidge are 25 and 14 respectively. I don’t debate this at all. It makes a lot of sense to me.
  • Hunk is 17. He’s maybe about 9 or 10 months younger than Lance but they’ve been in the same year since Grade 3 when Hunk was pushed ahead a grade because of being really good at things like maths.
  • He has never regretted being young for his year, especially since he’s always been a large guy, and this way he stood out slightly less
  • Also he never felt the need to jump any further ahead, especially since now he had formed such a strong friendship with Lance and their joint love of space
  • So Lance is also 17
  • Keith is 18, but he’s only just turned 18 and is only around 2 months older than Lance
  • He holds this over Lance constantly - Lance is bitter about it
  • It’s even funnier when they’re dating
  • When Keith finally turns 20 he teases Lance every single day for like a month - he’s such a little shit
  • ‘Gross dude I can’t kiss you you’re still practically a child’
  • goes on about “damn teenagers”
  • it drives Lance insane
  • 'YOU ARE TWO MONTHS AND A WEEK OLDER THAN ME MULLET HEAD’
  • Lance rages and Keith and Shiro share an 'adults know better’ look
  • BCUS shiro is also a little shit (let’s be real; Shiro is probably the instigator of half the shit that goes down in the Castle, he’s just subtle about it and then watches the chaos unfold around him while sipping his coffee)
  • Lance tries to look to Pidge for support but she’s just as bad
  • “Respect your elders, Lance”
  • “who? me? I’m just a child like yourself, lance. what would I know?”
  • When Lance finally turns 20 there is a huge surprise celebration to make up for all the teasing
  • Keith gives him lots of kisses
  • Until they sneak off halfway through the party to “be adults together” whoops
FUCK SU

HI YEAH ITS ME MOTHMEMES AND IM MCFUCKING PISSED


SU HAS BEEN SO SHITTY TO ALL THE POC CODED/PLAIN OLE POC CHARACTERS

I’m so fucking sick and TIRED of seeing Pearl, because she never gets fucking punished??? Amethyst had no fucking reason to feel bad about what happened with sugilite??? pearl fucking INSTIGATED that shit. Pearl fucking USED Garnet, Amethyst did not. Pearl literally didn’t blink a fucking eye when Garnet and Amethyst didn’t show up after a few days? 

Like lets consider how fucking far away that communication tower was; sugilite had to fucking cross the OCEAN, and regardless of how large sugilite is it would take her at LEAST a few days to make it across that shit. And then when sugilite was (reasonably) upset pearl is OF COURSE in the right to call her “delusional” or whatever. Sugilite had NO ill will towards steven, hell not even towards pearl until she LEFT her there for her to fucking venture home. Garnet and Amethyst HAD to stay fused for that, it’d take even LONGER to get across the ocean if they hadn’t stayed fused. So the fact that they “lost themselves” make sense since pearl didn’t fucking bother to check up on them.

Now lets move on to the OTHER problems i have with pearl since I’m already on a role. Pearl has attempted to KILL STEVEN multiple times and this has been JOKED ABOUT IN THE MYSTERY GIRL EPISODE? Pearl is also HORRIBLE LESBIAN REPRESENTATION?? She its UNHEALTHILY OBSESSED WITH ROSE. Plus its made fun of at almost every chance? Like in Chille Tid. We get so much Rose/Pearl angst but we don’t even have a reason WHY Pearl is so obsessed with Rose? They need to SHOW us WHY pearl loves her so much? Did Rose save her from being shattered? Did Rose poof Pearls owner because she was abusing her? Whats the reason???

Its very obvious that Pearl belonged to somebody important as shown during the last steven bomb. 

If Blue Holly was any indication, only VERY HIGH UP gems were allowed in. Which means Pearl would’ve had to belong to a highclass gem. Then again we aren’t fucking shown ANYTHING.

TLDR: Pearl is a fucking mess and is obviously favored

NEXT RANT: Why Amethyst and Garnet need more character arcs

@goodstevenuniversescreencaps

Sam Winchester is fifteen years old. He’s whip smart and dangerously clever. He’s a damn teenage tease and ruiner of big brothers everywhere (except really only his big brother, unless all the guys who get ruined by Dean for even looking too long count, too).

He’s fifteen and he looks all kinds of innocent right up until he doesn’t, when he takes innocent things and makes them fucking sinful, the more witnesses the better. Dad makes for the best audience because Dean can’t do shit while he’s watching and Dad can’t say anything either, not unless he wants to acknowledge that his youngest son is being deliberately provocative and why? The only ones who see him are his father and brother.

But Dad’s not around, holed up somewhere three counties over with Caleb hunting God only knows what, so it’s just Sam and Dean and a greasy diner off Route 66. Sam had batted his pretty boy lashes and played it up for the middle-aged waitress who seemed taken with his soft voice and good manners.

She left the bill on their table along with two knock off tootsie pops, refilling Dean’s tiny diner mug with coffee before going back to the counter. Dean only takes his eyes off his brother long enough to fish the cash out of his wallet, but as he returns it to his back pocket and looks across the table, Dean almost chokes. His mouth waters instantly and he pushes a harsh breath out his nose, his lips pursed together firmly.

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Perspectives

Thank you for your request and thank you so much for waiting!

Originally posted by grayground

CL drummed her fingers impatiently against the arm of her desk chair. They had been working for hours now with only laughable results and Gray could feel her eyes boring into him. He tried to tell himself that he was over thinking it, remind himself that she was actually a sweet person despite her stage persona, but he always found himself being extra cautious around her.

“What’s wrong with you today?”

“Nothing,” he mumbled.

He made a feeble attempt at concentrating. Even putting a hand to his headphones like he was listening for something. CL rolled her chair towards him, her legs practically brushing against his, so that she could study his face more closely.

“We can work on this another day,” she said. “When you’re feeling more up to it.”

She stood up to leave but Gray motioned for her to stay.

“I told you nothing’s wrong. I can do this.”

“Gray, I’ve seen you produce a beat from scratch in five minutes. You’ve been working on just the base for over an hour.”

He dejectedly tossed his headphones on his desk and buried his face in his hands. She was right. He’d come to work this week with the full intention of being productive but his mind kept wandering to all the things he’d been neglecting lately. His social life, his sleep, but most importantly you. What he wouldn’t give just to hear your laugh again.

CL wasn’t his first choice to talk to about what was really going on. But she was there and she was listening which counted for something.

“There’s someone I’ve been talking to lately. I haven’t seen her in a while and I guess I just, you know, miss her.”

“I knew it!”

She let out a short laugh as she relaxed back against the chair, waiting for him to continue.

“You knew it?”

“Just look at your office. It’s so clean. Cleaner than Jiyong’s at least,” she corrected herself when she saw the trashcan nearly overflowing with Soju bottles and food wrappers. “You don’t keep a lot of sentimental stuff around. Except for this one birthday card.” She picked it up to demonstrate. Gray held out his hand to take it from her but she ignored him. “I already read it while you were in the bathroom.”

“You went through my stuff?”

“Just the card. I had to know what made it so special.”

No wonder people are afraid of you, Gray thought as he snatched the card away from her and placed it carefully inside his desk drawer. He saw the guilt flicker across her face just before she looked away and he knew that this wasn’t her idea. Their friendship had never developed the same candidness that she had with the others.  Someone had put her up to this, most likely Simon, but that didn’t make him want to humor the conversation any further.

“So..,” she said hesitantly.

“So?”

“What are you going to do about it?”

He didn’t have an answer for her, not the one he knew she wanted to hear, so he turned his attention back to his monitor as if that could make the conversation dissipate. As if stopping her meant everyone would leave him to bury his intentions until he had time to fathom them out for himself. But that wasn’t possible. Not when the rest of the crew had clearly decided something needed to be done on his behalf.

“Ignoring things won’t solve your problems, Gray.”

“Maybe,” he shrugged. “But it won’t cause any either.”

“It already has. At least from what Simon tells me.”

Knew it.

“You can’t just string her along like she’s a toy,” she continued. “Both of you care about one another. That much is obvious even to me but there will come a point when knowing you care won’t be good enough. You need to say something or do you not think she’s worth it?”

“Of course she’s worth it!” He didn’t mean to yell but losing you was not something he liked thinking about. “Why do you think this is so hard for me?”

“But what are you so afraid of?”

“That I’ll say the wrong thing. That I’ve misinterpreted our friendship. That I’m asking too much of her too soon.”

“That’s you trying to rationalize being selfish.”

“Then what would you have me do?”

“Stop thinking and just do it. No planning. No speeches. And no clichéd song writing.” Seeing Gray cringe at the mention of song writing made CL smile a bit. She moved closer to him; taking hold of his hands before he could shy away from her. “Practice with me.”

It felt weird confessing to her. Gray tried his best to visualize you instead but his words came out stunted and awkward like lines he’d plagiarized from a poorly scripted movie. There was no trace of passion behind them. Only the distinct urge to get this over with as he rattled off words like “love” as if they meant nothing.

If only he hadn’t been too wrapped up in his own embarrassment to hear the shuffling of footsteps outside his office door. Jay’s voice saying your name a little too loudly to give him a warning. You standing frozen in the doorway, your arms laden with food for them all, as you listened to him confess to someone else.

He stood up the moment he noticed you. You let the bags of food fall to the floor before he could say anything as you turned on your heel to leave. By the time Gray called after you, you were already at the lobby. You couldn’t bring yourself to turn back and face him. Your strength was like paper but the one thing you were determined to do was not let him see you cry. You loved Gray and if that meant letting him be happy with someone else then so be it…

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Gray fumbled with the keypad to your apartment. He couldn’t stop his fingers from trembling despite the small wave of relief he felt when he heard the door lock click that you hadn’t changed to code already. None of this was supposed to have happened and the only thing he could think as he hurried through the doorway was that somehow he was going to make things right.

You heard the door and tried to go hide in your bedroom but Gray was quicker than you anticipated. He blocked your way before you could even leave the living room and you both stood there in stunned silence for a moment.

He noticed how you flinched when he said your name and his chest tightened. The betrayal you felt was evident in your eyes in the brief contact you managed to make with his. What was he putting you through? He didn’t even want to imagine the things that had been going through your mind in the time it took him to recover from you running out of the studio.

CL had been right. The things he’d left unsaid too long had caused more damage than he could have anticipated. But he wouldn’t let that happen next time because he didn’t want there to be a next time. He didn’t want to categorize his life from now on as before and after losing you.

Before he could think, Gray was crossing the room and wrapping his arms around the small of your back. His lips were on yours in a heartbeat as he pulled you against him. You were too stunned to reciprocate but he kept trying; his mouth gently imploring you to forgive him.

It was only when he felt your hands pushing against his chest that he realized he’d fucked up. That in his desperation he’d only succeeded in widening the rift between you. His grip tightened in response. In his head he was already scrambling to memorize the details of your face, the sound of his name in your voice, the way you fit in his arms because he knew when he let you go those memories would be all he was left with.

“What the hell, Gray?” You shouted when he finally let you go. Your voice was trembling. Hot tears were streaming down your face but you didn’t care if he saw them anymore.

“I love-”

“No,” you cut him off. “You don’t get to say that to me. Don’t you dare.”

He tried stepping closer to you but you backed away in response. He looked panicked like he was genuinely at a loss as to what to do next which made two of you.

“She doesn’t mean anything to me. She never has.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

“No you don’t understand,” he said, running his fingers through his hair in an exasperated gesture. “She was trying to help me. Ask her. Ask any of the guys and they’ll tell you the same thing. You’re all I think about. You’re the only one that makes me feel grounded. Whenever I picture my future it’s always me standing beside you because that’s all I want.”

Your face softened as he spoke. The Gray you’d become accustomed to was always so reserved. He only showed what he was feeling in a series of subtleties that’d you’d learned to pick up on. Even after everything that you’d seen, there was something about the way in which he spoke then, how raw his words sounded, that made you want to trust him.

“Please just say something. Anything. Even if it’s that you hate me.”

Gray let his head fall as he braced himself for your response.

“I could never hate you,” you whispered which made Gray perk his head back up.

“You believe me?”

“You’re a lot of things, Gray, but you’ve always been a terrible liar.” You gave him a half smile. This time you didn’t move away when he chanced another step towards you. “But I’m still royally pissed.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“You had to go and have our first kiss while I’m angry with you.”

You both couldn’t help but laugh at the situation and you leaned into Gray’s embrace as you tried to wipe the tears from your cheeks. Gray kissed the top of your head, one of his hands rubbing your back to help soothe you, as a smile plastered his face. It was only when your breathing steadied that he broke the silence.

“Are you still mad at me?”

You nodded.

“In that case, I’m sorry again,” he said as he tilted your chin up and kissed you for the second time. Only this time you kissed him back.

anonymous asked:

Favorite mafia AU stuff -- GO!

Hello yes sorry this took so long I was thinking about it for days because Kait’s told me a ton of hcs and I don’t want to spoil them lol Some of these are canon to her AU and some of these are my own personal hcs.

  • Listen, okay, personal headcanon of mine in regards to this AU: knife play. Totally a fucking thing for the two of them. Either giving, receiving, or just the sensation of the metal, it drives them both absolutely crazy but it’s an occurrence that they tend not to do much (they like to save some things and do them less often so that way when they do it, it’s that much more impactful). 
  • My bud,,,,if anyone fucks with Yuri they have to deal with Otabek and honestly picturing Otabek being protective of his little kitten after someone tried to hurt him and getting aggressive is oddly attractive like as if he wasn’t attractive enough in canon. Like I just love this so much.
  • YURI TEASING AND INSTIGATING ALL KINDS OF SHIT LIKE SOMEBODY GRAB THIS BRAT - oh Beka’s got him okay 
  • Yuri has a tendency to cry during really gentle and vanilla sex - which he hates to admit - and during those moments Otabek will reach down and kiss his wet cheeks and brush away the tears with his thumb. 
  • On the flip-side, Otabek loves to mark Yuri in more ways than just hickeys and love bites - rope burns, spank marks, cuts from the occasional knife play, just Yuri being an overall mess when it’s done rough sex can I get a hell yeah? 
  • Yuri loves to tease Otabek during really fancy dinners and super formal parties that Nikolai arranges. They’d sit next to each other, of course, and while they eat Yuri decides to be a cheeky shit and slip his hand over onto Otabek’s inner thigh - causing the Kazakh to nearly cut the plate in half with the amount of pressure. More often than not things would escalate and they would have to move to the bathroom to finish things up. Oh, and Yuri definitely would be punished for it when they get back to the privacy of his bedroom. 

Just bless you Kait for this AU aaahhh now I wanna do a NSFW audio of it okay thanks

Should’ve Known

Okay so I have wanted to write something for this fandom for a long time but I was fucking terrified. But I made this side blog so I can write (at least this one thing) and see how y’all feel about it. If it is well received, I may keep going or if it turns out not to be for me, I’ll cut my losses and move on. But there’s no harm in trying, right? So here goes. @wwe-smutfics @kairianneyukari21 Thanks for letting me tag you guys in this, I really appreciate it.

Seth Rollins/OC: Things get messy backstage and Dean lends you an Ambrose Asylum shirt because you got caught in the crossfire. Seth sees and freaks out, resulting in some jealousy smut in his dressing room.

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I’m supposed to be doing maths homework whoops  Cracked out the tablet and worked on something other than my loooong WIPs. Basically I get angsty Elsa feelings that may or may not be easily instigated by r9k and shit. This was actually meant to be A Snowflake In Spring adorable Elsa fanart but….it simply wasn’t meant to be. Then again, I’m listening to a sad song on repeat, so. Anyway, hooray for distracted-doodling! (and excuse the multiple errors and general untidiness)

tbqh having to keep a facade up of always being pleasant and super nice so my mom can’t claim i’m victimizing her can really fuck you up

First Love: Part 2

Title: First Love

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Flirting, Romance 

Warning: Swearing, Maknae line being rude (Not like mean rude lol)

A/N: I swear I am not trying to make him angry and mean, but I personally feel like he just doesn’t know how to correctly handle his emotions due to his lack of experience, trust me, he will mellow out I promise :) 

Part 1 / Part 3

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Yoongi Perspective:

I walk down the hall to the restroom, shuffling over to the sink and look in the mirror.

“You know you are really just making it painfully obvious you like her, Jin just asked me about it,” Namjoon chuckles as he walks in behind me.

I wash my face off with some cold water, trying to calm my nerves as I look up, “Can you lay off a little Namjoon, I am trying the best I can. You know I suck when it comes to being around girls I like, and you teasing me like this is not making it any easier for me.” I wipe the water off my face with at towel and look up at him, “She just gets me so nervous, I have never been this bad before.”

Namjoon laughs, “I think you are just overthinking things dude, just calm down. I will try to lay off but I can’t promise anything,” he smirks a little and looks away.

“What did you do Namjoon……” I glare at him, I knew something was going on in there. Why else would all the members be acting so strangely?

“Well, let’s just say I may have told the other member to give her a hard time…..” he backs up a little knowing that I may hit him out of anger.

“You fucking instigated that shit, is that why Jimin was flirting with her in there?!” I balled my fists, ready to punch.

He rocks on his feet a little, looking at me to see how mad I am, trying to read me so he could reply without getting punched, he signed, “Yes, I told the maknae line to flirt hardcore with her, as far as Hoseok and Jin, I just told them to be annoying.”

“Well tell them to stop!  Have you thought maybe she will tell the owner, or worse quit! This comeback is the most important one we have ever had. Do you really want to screw that up just because you want to fuck with my head, and emotions.” I slammed my hand down on the countertop, flinching from the pain, but choosing to ignore it as I looked him dead in the eye.

Namjoon stood there, his face serious, “Trust me Yoongi, she won’t.” he turns around and leaves without another word.

I sigh and slump against the wall, inspecting my hand. That was going to leave a bruise, but I knew it would have been better than trying to hit Namjoon. He was a lot stronger then he looked, and he always stopped my punches. Flexing my hand I closed my eyes trying to focus and not think about everything that had taken place. I had been letting my guard down since she arrived. It has made me a bumbling fool.

Usually I was ice cold, but when it comes to y/n I can’t help but stare at her. Watching her cheeks become all shades of pink, it made me smile, it made me happy.  No other girl has ever done that to me before.

Looking at the mirror I came up with two conclusions. I could go back to being ice cold, or I could just let her in and let me fall for her completely, but what if she didn’t feel the same? I would look like the biggest idiot ever. So the first option would be the safer option, and right now I don’t want to risk my emotions right before the comeback.

Balling my fists, I take a few deep breaths and close my eyes. Opening my eyes I look in the mirror, nodding slowly I walk to the exit and back to practice.

Readers Perspective:

You looked at the other boys puzzled. Did I do something wrong to make him just leave like that, you thought? Yoongi just stormed out and you had no idea why.  "Uh, I guess we will take a break.“

Jin, Hoseok, and Namjoon all left the room talking about something quietly. Glancing at you like you did something bad., which only made you nervous. What if they told the owner you screwed up? Even though you didn’t know what you did, you weren’t fully accustomed to things yet, maybe you offended Yoongi. You chew at your lip as you walk over to your bag and grab your water and take a sip.

"Are you okay Noona?” You look over to see Jungkook looking at you concerned, then suddenly he realised he said Noona and he covered his mouth worriedly.

You smile, letting it slide since he is the maknae, you will probably let him get away with calling you that. “It is okay Jungkook, I am just confused as to if I did something wrong to Yoongi is all.”

“I wouldn’t worry too much, he is really moody sometimes.” Jimin smiles as he comes over and puts his arm around Jungkooks neck,“ especially around pretty girls such as yourself.” Smirking, he nudges Jungkook, making him yelp slightly before nodding.

“Jimin has a point, you are really pretty,” Taehyung says as he joins the other two.

Your cheeks now turning flush as you look at the three boys, all staring at you. “I, uh, thank you.” You turn, putting your water bottle next to your bag and try to regain your thoughts. “Jimin, since we have a break, if you want we can learn some of your choreography for Lie”

“Hmm, we could, but you said yourself we are struggling with being sexy, teach us, how do you want us to act in the dance,” He says. You snap around to see him step closer to you smirking. “It will really help us I’m sure,” he stops close to you, smiling, knowing he is making you nervous.

“We can do that too if you want,” you say stuttering over your words as you look up at Jimin, who is inches from you now. Your eyes dart to the other two boys watching Jimin, Taehyung smirking slightly while Jungkook looked slightly worried.

Pushing Jimin back slightly you walk past the three of them and grab your phone and speaker. “Let’s try with just some random music, freestyling is the best way to get into the mood.” You set the speaker down and press play on your phone where some dance music starts playing. “Jimin since you are so eager, why don’t you go first,” you glare over at him. You knew he was trying to flirt with you, but you were not falling for his crap, he has always been a flirt with fans, so you somewhat figured he would be like this with you as well.

“Sure, I am one of the dancers in the group, I will put these two losers to shame.” He smirks and winks as he goes to the middle of the dance floor and starts dancing to the music, moving around very gracefully, keeping eye contact with you the whole time. He starts to get into it, his movements become more fluid and sexy.

He really was a good dancer, you had to admit. He knew just how to screw with one’s emotions while dancing, leaving you wanting more when he stops his movements. You could see why Armys loved his dancing, in person, it really was mesmerising.

He smirked at you as he came to a stop, his breathing messy. “Well, was that any better?”

You smile, turning the music off. “Very much so Jimin, you should really put that much passion into the dance, it will make the fans go wild.”
He smiled proudly “Beat that!” He smirks pointing over to two younger members, who rolled their eyes

“Don’t get such a big head Chim Chim, you aren’t that good.” Taehyung chuckles as he steps out to the middle of the dance floor, “I guess I will go next.” Nodding, you start the music.

He danced very differently from Jimin, he was more hard-hitting, but his facial expressions would make any fangirl scream out his name. The way he would bite his lip, stick out his tongue, stare at you. He was trying so hard to act sexy, but not to the point that it would look fake or cheesy.

Infact it did make you slightly uneasy, watching him dance around. Finally, you turn off the music. “Good work Taehyung. The only thing I can say is to try to make your dances more fluid, like water, if you do that you will be perfect. Your facial expression is on point, though.” You smile, feeling a little red cross your cheeks.
“You like it when I bite my lip Noona?” He smirks as he walks over next to you. Not caring that he called you Noona. At this point, you had just given up at telling them not to.

You nod, trying to keep composure, “Yes, it helps with the sex appeal this song is needing.” He runs his hand up your arm to your shoulder, as he tilts his head and smirks moving his face closer to you, your face turns a bright cherry red.

“It’s my turn now right?” Jungkook says quietly, breaking Taehyung from his actions. You use this to escape and retreat over to the other side of the room, far enough from the three boys. “Um, I am sorry Jungkook. I think we should get back to the actual group numbers, can you three go get the other members, please.” They groan but leave, pouting the whole way, you turn and chuckle. They really are quite the trio of flirtatious boys. It is no wonder fans loved them so much.

You turn around only to find Jungkook right behind you. Before you could stop your head smacks against his chest and he laughs and looks down at you, catching you around your waist so you don’t fall. “I am sorry Noona I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to make sure you were ok, I apologize for Tae and Chim. They can be a lot to handle sometimes.”

“It’s ok, I am sorry I keep blushing, I just haven’t really been able to get over my shy side, as confident as I try to act.” Catching your stance you try to step back but he keeps his hands on your waist, which makes you blush yet again as you try to pull away, but his grip is just tight enough that you can’t escape. You look up at him, only to find him just staring at you, studying your face before letting you go.

“You don’t have to be shy around us Noona, we may be a lot to handle, but we are really chill guys once you get to know us. Again I apologize for those two. They always like to test limits with the new female staff.”

You nod, “Well you are all still young, give it time I am sure they will get over it.” You smile and pat his arm, only to have him suddenly pull you in for a hug. “Uh, Jungkook,” You say in shock. He stands still for a moment before letting go, speaking quietly, “You look like you needed that Noona.”

“What the hell are you two doing?” You both jump as you look over to see Yoongi staring at the two of you. His eyes, angry still as they glance back and forth between the two of you, his eyes finally landing on Jungkook as he steps closer.

“Lay off Yoongi, I was just comforting her. Why are you getting so defensive?” he questions, taking a step closer to Yoongi, making you worry they were going to throw a punch at each other.

“Both of you, enough.” You look over to see Namjoon looking at the two of them annoyed, then he glanced over at you “I don’t know what is going on, nor do I really care what is going on, but let’s get back to work okay.”

With that you nod, still confused and dazed as the rest of the boys trickle in, to get back to practicing. Yoongi’s eyes darted back and forth between Jungkook and you for the rest of the practice. His eyes, a mixture of anger and pain.

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“WAIT, WHAT!!!!~” Luna squeals over the computer. “HE HUGGED YOU! WAIT, SUGA GOT MAD! JIMIN AND V WHERE FLIRTING WITH YOU! SLOW DOWN Y/N! I CANT KEEP UP! THIS IS A LOT TO TAKE IN WOMAN!~”

You start laughing “Luna calm down, I know it is a lot to take in, and I am sorry I haven’t skyped you until now, I have just been really busy.”

She shakes her head “y/n, seriously how have you not died from being near them yet. They are all so gorgeous and talented and ugh, I am so jealous of you right now, the fact that the freaking maknae line is being all flirty with you make me really want to hate you.”

Blushing, you bite your lip, “don’t be jealous for me Luna, it is actually making thing a lot harder than they need to be. My shyness has been getting in the way more and more, I just feel like they are not taking me seriously because I have no confidence.”

Luna frowns “y/n, please don’t take this out on yourself, fight back. Give them a taste of their own medicine. I am sure they are not used having someone turn it right back at them. Make them feel like how you feel now. I am sure it will make them back off, or if they don’t you could just tell them to lay off. If they are respectful, they will do so.”

“LUNA! I could never flirt with them, but I guess I could ask them to back off a bit.” You nod then sigh, “My other problem is Yoongi. I don’t know what to do with him, he hates me, and I don’t even know what I did to make him hate me.”

“I know he is your bias, so it probably doesn’t help the situation, but honestly y/n maybe he is just shy, and he just doesn’t know what to say to you, trust me I have had enough boys like me to know, maybe he has a crush on you!~”

You chuckle “No way Luna. No way in hell would Min Yoongi ever have a crush on some nobody like me. Anywho, I will figure something out. I need to go to sleep, it is way past my bedtime, goodnight.”

“Goodnight Y/n, just don’t give up okay, you got this! You hear me! BE A CONFIDENT WOMEN! LIKE ME!!!!~” She flexes on the other side of the camera, making a funny face.

Laughing you nod “Yeah, okay Luna, whatever you say. Goodnight”


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More A/N: I am sorry for more A/n, but I just wanted to thank you guys for reading this, it really means a lot. It also really helps motivate me to write more and to be a better writer so thank you again. I am surprised how fast I was able to get this one out but IDK how fast part 3 will be but I will do my best! Love you all! (PS! sorry i post so late at night, i work swing shifts so i stay up most of the night after work.)

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