mind you he is the best in the whole competition i hope her wins

Yuri on Ice interview translation - PASH! 2017/03 (p10-11)

The second part of the episode commentary by Mitsurou Kubo! I have now fixed it with all the italic & bold parts as in the magazine (in the magazine they are actually bold & bolder). If you have any questions please send me a private message and I’ll reply when I have some time.

You can find the first commentary about episodes 1-6 here.

Just a note: when she quotes lines from the episodes I’m not using any of the “official” English translations, I’m translating them as I would translate them myself, so they might not be like you are used to hear them, but I think you will understand which lines they are anyway.

The translation is under the cut because it’s long.

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Top 9 Most Fight-Able Characters in Mystic Messenger

(ranked by the likelihood of winning from least to most likely)

9. “Mary” Vanderwood, Secret Agent Murdermonster

Result: A swift and painful death

Are you shitting me? You’ll be goddamn eviscerated on the spot. Not to mention nobody will ever find your body. This is completely fucking unadvisable. DO NOT DO THIS unless you have a DEATH WISH and want to disappear from the world completely. Vanderwood is not to be messed with. They’ve killed many a worthy foe, and you will not be one of them. There’s not much else to say here. I don’t care who you are, you should not challenge Vanderwood. Say your prayers, fucker

8. Unknown/Saeran Choi, Total Edgelord

Result: Utter defeat, probably followed by torture + imprisonment

I don’t think you need me to tell you that this kid is fucking off his rocker. Let’s be real, he’s probably killed a few people, and he enjoyed every minute of it. You can bet your ass he’ll likely torture you after defeating you, too. And you know, some of you sick fucks will probably enjoy the whole damn ordeal. You’re probably the only ones who’d WANT to fight him just to have him fucking step on you. Well congratu-fucking-lations, you got what you wanted. He still beats your ass. The only reason Vanderwood beats him in this ranking is because it’s possible he’d keep you alive for fun, and some of you would enjoy that, so at least it’s a fuckin victory for somebody. Fuck.

7. Jaehee Kang, Smarter than the CEO

Result: Total annihilation + jail time

Do you see this face? This is the face of someone who has been repressing violent urges for fucking years for the sake of keeping her job. If she could snap Jumin’s neck, she would in a heartbeat. You do not want to give her a justifiable reason to unleash that utter fucking rage on your sorry ass. Did you forget she has a black belt in judo? She could beat my ass. She could beat your ass. She could beat anyone’s ass. I don’t care WHO you think you are. And after the fight? She’ll report you to the proper authorities, pick up a cup of coffee, and finish her daily tasks like nothing fucking happened. What a wild bitch. I fucking love her to death, tbh. And you know what? How dare you challenge her. She deals with enough shit in her life. I hope she beats your ass with a righteous fucking fury. Have fun in jail, dipshit.

6. God 707, Meme Lord Supreme

Result: Depends on your approach, but probably a failure

Honestly Seven’s about as fucking predictable as a lunch box full of wasps. What am I even supposed to say here? He’d probably imitate that shitty ass vine meme the first time you punch him and say “I can’t believe you’ve done this”, complete with a British accent, but when you keep hitting, it’ll confuse him. The element of surprise is probably your best bet, but you also have no fucking clue what he’ll do. He might beat the shit out of you. He might scamper away on his scrawny ass legs and proceed to hack into everything you once loved or held dear. He might lay down on the ground and let you kick the shit out of him. In the end, it depends on his mood. Is that reliable at all? Absolutely fucking not. So go for it, but I literally have no idea how it’s gonna turn out for you.

5. Zen/Hyun Ryu, A God Among Men

Result: You have a good chance of winning, but at what cost?

OK BEFORE YOU LOSE YOUR MIND LISTEN THE FUCK UP. Why is Zen higher up on the list, Nani??? you ask me, pouting, clutching your Zen body pillow(s) in agony. Zen had a bad past!! He’s not easy to fight, he was such a bad boy!! v//w//v He’s so tough and strong and he’s our knight in shining armor! Hey!! Good for you! But GUESS FUCKING WHAT!! If you’re female, he’ll probably forfeit to you immediately, unlike the barbarians before him on this list, so technically he’s easier to fight! He’d probably LET you beat the shit out of him if it made you feel better. It’s not even a fucking question of who would win if a woman challenged him, so we’re gonna move on.
Now, if you’re a GUY, he’d be more willing to square up, and my advice is go for his face. Pretty boy doesn’t like messing up his pretty mug, and if you play dirty, he’ll get scared real quick. His ponytail is a disadvantage for him, so yank it real hard. You have a better chance of beating him with perseverance, but if you let him get the upper hand, you’re deceased because he’s probably a heavy hitter. Also, you will incur the wrath of all his fangirls, and probably the angels above, and you will spend the rest of your life MISERABLE AND CURSED, so proceed with caution. If you can get away with it without anyone knowing your identity, you’re golden. Good luck, but also, why? do you even want to??

4. Jumin Han, Mistah Trussfund Kid (The CEO)

Result: Instant win, but your life will be RUINED

Honestly, I think certain RFA members would actually be very glad if someone handed Jumin’s ass to him, but good fucking luck accomplishing that without having your entire life destroyed. On a purely physical level, Jumin is no competition. He may be the tallest motherfucker around, but he’s never fought anyone before in his LIFE. You’d probably only have an issue here if you were short as shit, and even then, go for the knees, amirite? He’ll fall like a fucking oak tree, and then you can rip him a new one while he’s down. Easy peasy, right? WRONG. He’s got a horde of like 50 bodyguards that you have to sneak past or defeat first or something. And if you somehow make it to Jumin first, they’ll swarm your ass after you first start swinging and have you incapacitated in a few seconds. Are those first few swings worth it? Maybe. But he’s gonna sue your ass for everything you own. The whole world will know your name. If you don’t get jail time, you’ll wish you had. It will be an easier life than trying to live in the public. Zen and Jaehee might love you forever, though, so maybe they can pull a few favors for ya. You better pray they do. Good fuckin luck out there, champ.

3. Yoosung Kim, Small Child

Result: Victory, but with a catch

Look into this child’s eyes. Look me in the eyes. Tell me that Yoosung isn’t a fucking pansy. You can’t, can you? It’s because Yoosung is a fucking pansy. This kid would be down for the count after exactly one (1) punch. He might enjoy it a little too, which’ll be awkward as shit for both of you. HOWEVER. If you trigger his Yandere side, which is bullshit but whatever, he might put up more of a fight. How do you do this, you may ask? Insult Rika. or MC. (Probably Rika tho). Something inside him will snap, and then he’ll be trickier to handle. He’ll probably play dirty when he’s like this, so expect to get shanked or bitten or something. It doesn’t change the fact that his scrawny ass can’t fight for shit, so you’ll still probably win, but not without a few injuries yourself. Hurting Yoosung is probably the moral equivalent to kicking a puppy. If you can be ok with yourself after that, then I mean, go for it.

2. Rika, the Antichrist

Result: Certain victory, but extremely dangerous

Look, maybe I should’ve put her lower on the list considering she’s got an entire cult following her every order. But, honest to God, you would be morally obligated to fight her. Please beat the shit out of her. Physically, her scrawny ass could do nothing to stop you. She’s ruined the lives of her friends, as well as countless other people, because of her deranged and, quite frankly, selfish desires. Basically, she’s a little bitch. I don’t know how you’ll do it, but god damn, you’ll be everyone’s hero. The downside to this is that she might sick Saeran on you, which is gonna be a pain in your ass, and Yoosung might hate you forever, but I think you can live with that, right? Do us all a favor. Fight Rika.

1. Jihyun Kim/V, aka Flower Angel Sunshine Man

Result: Total Victory, but you’re basically Satan

BEFORE YOU SEND ME ANON HATE, REMEMBER: this is a list based on how likely you are to win. And V? V would let anyone beat him. He probably thinks he deserves it. He might defend himself a little, but he couldn’t bring himself to hurt you. Your victory would be almost immediate. There is no catch to V. You’d just win. But you’re a fucking monster for it. And you know what? I’ll beat the shit out of you if you hurt this man. So don’t even think about it, asshole.

Why Ochako is Actually a Complex Character


 So leggo.

 Now I won’t go into overall details about her because I already did that in this post that you can read right here, which I essentially discussed how she’s actually an amazing WSJ heroine and whoever voted her the worst should put their heads in sand because they don’t deserve to see the rest of the world (I kid I kid, promise!).

 Rather, I wanted to challenge the viewpoints people have of her and really argue on the fact that Ochako Uraraka is actually more of a complex character than we give her credit for. Most often than not, the fandom looks towards Katsuki or Izuku or even Todoroki and they build them up and go on and on about their complexity in the series. Hell, those three are my friend’s favorite characters and they are fan favorites for a multitude of reasons that they deserve. I myself have made numerous posts about Katsuki since we are given such complex views of him as well as the others in the series. They are the main focus in the story and their growth has been some of the best we’ve ever seen in a series.

 However, characters iike Ochako, who actually does have a lot of complexity and dimensionality, get lost in their wake and I really want to talk about that.

 Most often than not, when we see Ochako, we see this bubbly smiling girl who has such a wonderful and positive attitude that sometimes comes off ditzy. One glance at her and the words that come to mind are cute, adorable, fluffy, etc because that is the type of character that she mostly is. She is the female support of Izuku and the way she contributes to the story is with her adorable attitude that lightens up the mood in certain situations like the Ground Zero fight and even the room competition (did you see how cute she was with Iida’s glasses!?).

 Yet, what bothers me and possibly other really hardcore fans of her is that she isn’t just this bubbly character that smiles on the side but she does have complex issues that really makes her character more interesting in comparison to other characters.

 I mean for starters, this girl is the QUEEN of keeping her emotions from people and really suppressing them in most situations and not letting them get in the way of what she wants to get done.

 For example, the first real example of this is when she lost to her fight with Katsuki.

Now let’s remember situational factors going into this: we just found out her true goals into going to heroics (which was said in a much more serious tone than we had ever seen from her before)

we found out she was incredibly nervous to be facing Katsuki (and again WAS SUPPRESSING HER EMOTIONS)

we saw her rejecting Izuku’s help (as well as her little speech about feeling ashamed)


 So seeing her crying when she’s speaking to her family isn’t just some small defeated thing but it really gives us so much insight in her character and who she is as a person. We finally see how truly hard she is on herself and the perfectionist personality that she usually keeps hidden from others. You can even see by her facial expression when Izuku left that she put on a face for him to not let him get more worried then he already was. 

 And then don’t even get me started with her attitude during the Hero License Exam because oh my gosh, that was so powerful from her.

 From that, we first see her being so strategic af:

Then we get this amazing speech from Izuku about her and how he could have told the difference between her and Kemi (notice the plan part!)

Of course her being a BA here cuz eh why not, she’s really grown from her training


I just

There are so many moments of Ochako that I missed that would have proved my point even further than this but these moments here showcase how complex and really interesting Ochako is as a character.

 The bubbly personality that we see from her is only a piece of the whole picture and you could even argue that she’s so good at suppressing her emotions that it’s the personality she chooses to portray to others to keep her other emotions away from people because she doesn’t want to burden others. I personally don’t know if that’s true at all and maybe it is, maybe it isn’t but the fact is that she isn’t just some character that sits on the side and looks cute and adorable. There are so elements about her that makes her different and the fight she had with Katsuki really changed her as well as her inspiration from Izuku. She took both of those interactions with those characters and used them to better herself and it’s just SO POWERFUL. Not many shounen female heroines do that so it’s so refreshing to have Ochako be the way she is.

 Overall, as obvious as it must be, Ochako is one of my favorite characters and I’m so excited to see the growth she’s going to have more in the series. Her feelings for Izuku got cut off during the exam so that’s an arc we need to get from her and I know I want to see Ochako kicking Katsuki’s ass and actually winning to show how much she’s grown from the beginning. I have so much hope that Horikoshi has so many plans for her character and I’m so excited to see what he has in store for her and how he will continue to build upon her.

 Regardless, Happy Birthday Ochako!

 TLDR: Ochako is a very complex character and I wish more people celebrated that.

Routine Part One (Lin x Fem!Reader)

I AM SO SORRY. I would’ve had this out earlier, but I went on a band trip to Disney World. I thought I would have this done before I left but I wasn’t satisfied with it.

YAY!! MY FIRST CAST FIC!!! Also, just saying this now, I am a sucker for young Lin. Like it’s a big problem.

This is going to be a multiple part thing, so be ready for that. I really hope you guys enjoy this, love you!!

Prompt List//Request Something//Masterlist

(Part Two)(Part Three)

requested: no

Prompts used:

150) It is too early for you to be this loud.

Summary: Reader and Lin have the same routine every day. Go to school, bicker all throughout 1st period, ignore each other for the rest of the day until seventh period where they bicker again, repeat. This keeps happening until one day they have to work together to save the arts program at their school. Their routine is very different after that.

Warnings: high school bullies, teen!lin being a jerk, reader being a jerk, just everyone being a jerk

Words: 1553

Originally posted by purelintrash

You walk into your first period class on a Monday morning during your senior year with a coffee in hand, which is the only thing keeping you from keeling over from exhaustion. You say hello to your English teacher, and sit in the back row like you do everyday. 

You grab your books out of your backpack and lay your head down on the desk, like you did every morning.

And just like every morning. Lin came in singing Les Mis at the top of his lungs which makes the girls in your class swoon. Once upon a time, hearing him sing would have made you do the same thing, but now all it makes you want to do is barf.

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Pentagon As HighSchoolers That Has A Crush On You

Jinho: Lead Singer of The School Choir. Writes songs about you in class as he stares at you from across the room. Often daydreams about you as well. His textbook is filled with song lyrics but somehow always aces his tests. Is too shy to speak to you so he leaves a mixtape in your locker with songs he composed that were dedicated to you. You never figure out it was him so he does this every valentines day hoping you’d one day realizes. 

Originally posted by smalljino

Hui: Junior Year Member Of The School Choir. Is the second lead singer and waiting to be the first as soon as Jinho graduates. (Is his competition in choir and for your heart) The one who comes up to you with his crew acting cool. Is greasy, often hits you with cheesy pickup lines and dad jokes thinking he looks cool. Tries to show off his vocals during school performances, often trying to sing over Jinho’s part. Jinho is in his crew but somehow Hui is the leader.

“What, do you like her too or something?”

Jinho: I..uhh..no..”

(Meanwhile Edawns memorized by you). 

Originally posted by smalljino

Hongseok: Captain of The Wrestling Team. Tells his friends and whole family about his crush on you. Warns everyone at school that “Y/N my girl. Hands off.” even though he’s never had the courage to ask you out. You think of him as a big brother because he’s always conveniently there to save you from a flying soccer ball or from bullies. The popular girl in school likes him but he only focuses on you so you often get in trouble by her alot but he’s always there to save the day.

“I’m not dating the popular girl but I do have someone else in mind…”

Originally posted by organicdawn

Edawn: Best friends with Hui. Often skips class or sleeps in class because of the late night rap battles at an underground club that he attends to often . Often gets in fights at school with students and teachers. Doesn’t show up when there are tests until one day you flicked him in the head when he was sleeping and told him to study. Finally noticed you who sat next to him and developed a crush. Starts to come to school more often and jokes around with you in class. You then start to tutor him and help him pass classes. You are the only person he will listen to and set him straight especially when he does stupid shit. 

“So we studying together after at your place or what?”

Originally posted by edawnnie

Yeo-one: The nerd. Passes every test and always offers you the notes or answers to the next test because he’s the teacher’s pet. Likes you alot and always tries to get close to you by helping you with class work. Overshadowed by Hui because he’s Hui’s minion but still likes and admires you from afar and he’s content with it being that way as long as you know of his existence. 

Originally posted by nugutaegi

Shinwon: The popular boy in school that gets gifts and confessions from girls every day but he only sees you.Is close friends with you too. Often gives any snacks he received as a gift to you for lunch and leaves it on your desk. Doesn’t hit on you but whenever you two get into a heated argument it’s always with you against a wall and his face inches apart from yours but never actually kissing you and just walking off in frustration. Genuinely cares about you and has confessed to you once before but his high reputation always steers you away from him. 

Originally posted by hongseok

Kino: The president of The Dance Club. Performs during every school festival and rallies. Super nice and is your childhood friend who you never knew had a crush on you. You two walk home together because you live next door to each other and You two do almost everything together. You often go to his performances to support him. He is always there when you need him during hard times and knows all your secrets. He is determined one day you will be his girlfriend because he’s confident noone else knows you better than him.

Originally posted by yeo1

Yanan: The foreign exchange student who is really good in math and Korean. Eventually becomes head of the Student Council. Best friends with Yuto and Wooseok. Super strict and reserved but whenever you come to him for school concerns, he turns into a stuttering smiling mess. Always denies other student’s request but will agree to whatever you desire. Is in your p.e class and often falls on his face or gets hit by a flying ball because he wasn’t paying attention from staring at you too long. Buys you lunch often or makes lunch from home and gives them to you with a shy smile but can never eat with you because Kino is always there. Gets jealous super easily too and turns into a kid when he does.


Wooseok: shhhhhh its ok its ok.”

Originally posted by 1aeyong

Yuto: The captain of the baseball team. Knows his best friends like you but will not give up either. Very friendly and waves hi to you from across the baseball field when you are at p.e and Yanan think he’s waving at him. During school sport festivals he loves to show off his athletic skills in front of you and loves winning for you when he’s on your team and cheers for you like crazy too when it’s your turn for batting. Always invites you to a ramen shop after school and chats until it gets dark. You two become good friends even though Yuto wants to be more than friends. 

“You were cute out there on the field even though your bat flew across the field instead of the ball.”

Originally posted by adachisyuto

Wooseok: Best friends with Yanan and Yuto. Is part of the school gang of misfits but never let anyone mess with you ever. Comes to school with bruises and bandaids on his face but because you two are friends, you always ask if he’s fine and touches his face for comfort. Falls in love with you even more everyday and texts you 24/7. Cocksblocks Kino every chance he gets and always calls you after every fight so you would run to where he was with your safety kit. You end up always sitting with him on a bench near the local convenient store bandaiding him up and eating ice cream together. It has become your tradition ever since but he doesn’t tell anyone about this. Wants to protect you and likes you alot.

Originally posted by yeo1

Golds and Diamonds (Oikawa x Reader) (Olympics!AU)

Team: Seijoh

Character: Oikawa Tooru

Notes: Inspired by China’s silver medalist diver, He Zi. It was so cute, I just had to make a fic about it!

C/N: Country Name

Originally posted by shintar0

Y/N opened her eyes just as her head was submerged underwater.

No matter what pool she trained in, she would always be fascinated by the way the light was filtered under the water. It was calming, and it almost distracted her from what was happening at the moment.


She took a deep breath as she broke the surface, pushing away the strands of hair that stuck to her face. The crowd was cheering, and Y/N’s heart swelled with pride. She offered a big smile to the spectators before climbing out of the pool, eagerly watching the replay on the screen.

It was easy to forget that Y/N L/N was representing C/N for the Olympics. At age 23, she was one of the youngest to compete in the diving event, and as such, everyone had set ridiculously high expectations for her.

She would have cracked under the pressure, if not for a certain someone who was going through the same thing.

Oikawa Tooru, age 24, was one of Japan’s Olympic volleyball players. Unlike Y/N, it wasn’t his first time at the Olympics; in fact, this was the second time he was competing for Japan. His killer serve, as well as his ability to draw out the entirety of his teammates’ skills no matter what team he was on as a setter, were only two of the things that brought him onto the international stage.

Oikawa and Y/N had attended the same university in the United States, and developed a common means of communication through English. They’d started dating since then, despite the various competitions that both of them had to compete in.

They lasted through graduation, and up until today. All in all, they’d been together for five years.

All Y/N could think about was making those five years worthwhile and bring a medal home for Oikawa, knowing very well he’d bring her a trophy.

Y/N watched the replay of her, right as she had jumped off the diving board. She had made a couple of quick somersaults before cutting cleanly into the water. It was a neat and clean dive, a result of Y/N’s endless training.

But she started to panic. What if the judges wanted something flashier? Was the dive too boring for them? I knew I should have done another somersault before hitting the water, I had time to execute it. Or would I have flopped?

Her thoughts were interrupted by her coaches ushering her into the locker room.

“You were amazing!” Coach Danica shouted. “That was one of the best dives today! And this is the finals, Y/N - I think you have a chance to earn the gold!”

“What?” Y/N stammered, stunned by her normally critical coach screaming praises into her ear. “C-come on, Coach, it wasn’t anything special…”

“But it was clean, and you didn’t break any rules,” the coach said, shaking her back and forth. “Well done, Y/N. Very well done!”

Y/N broke into a huge smile, touched by her coach’s support.

“Thanks, Coach,” she said. “Let’s hope I do win.”


Y/N’s heart crawled into her throat as soon as they announced the third place winner.

On camera, she looked calm and composed. But, good God, she felt like she was about to throw up.

I want this medal, she thought. But was I enough? Did I do everything I could to earn it?

They announced the silver medalist. Y/N’s spirits began to settle, and the familiar feeling of dread began to wash over her.

Ah, Y/N thought. Well, I’m not going to be the gold medalist. I guess there’s always next year…

First place, with 358.25 points…”

She bit her lip, trying not to cry. Sorry, Tooru…

“Y/N L/N, from C/N!”

At the mention of her name, Y/N’s jaw dropped, almost comically. All she could do was look around in amazement and mutter “what” a dozen times over as she approached the block.

Tears sprang to her eyes as the judges placed the gold medal around her neck, and the smile that spread across her face as they posed for a picture was genuine and true.

“Y/N L/N,” the announcer said. “23 years old, from C/N. She has made history by being the first athlete to earn a gold medal on their first Olympic experience.”

The announcer’s words were drowned out by the sudden cheers that erupted around the stadium. Y/N looked around in confusion, wondering what on earth was going on.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the announcer said. “It looks like we have a very special guest this afternoon!”

Y/N stood on her toes to look around. When her eyes landed on a familiar mop of brown hair, her heart stopped, and a surge of adrenaline coursed through her veins as if she was back on the diving board again.

“Japan’s elite volleyball player, who just recently won a game against Brazil and snatched the MVP award for the second time in a row, Oikawa Tooru!”

The stadium burst into applause as Oikawa came in view. Y/N could understand why he was a big deal; his good looks and accomplishments had girls drooling at his feet. It could be seen by the way he walked over to Y/N: his confidence stance and huge smile - a smile that was only for her.

As soon as he approached Y/N, she threw her arms around him. His arms wrapped around her figure, ignoring the fact that she was still slightly damp from her shower, and hugged her with enough force to lift her off her feet. The crowd went wild, flashing out their phones and cameras to capture the moment.

“Congratulations!” Y/N said, pressing her lips to Oikawa’s ear. “MVP again?”

“I wanted to bring an award to you,” Oikawa replied. “You were on my mind the whole game, Y/N; you’re the only award I’ll ever need.”

Y/N giggled, pulling away to show off her new medal. “Look!”

Oikawa grinned. “That’s amazing! A gold medal on your first Olympic match…you’ve made history!”

“It was for you, too,” Y/N said, smiling. “Thank you for standing by me.”

Oikawa flashed her a crooked smile. “No, thank you. You’ve kept me going all these years. You encouraged me to train, and train, and train, even though the coach gave difficult workouts and I couldn’t escape Iwa-chan’s nagging. You’ve supported my career, and you made our relationship work even though we spent most of our time competing in other places. Distance was never a hindrance for us - for you - and in those five years that we’ve been together, I now fully understand what you are to me. What I want you to be.”

If Y/N was anxious about winning the event, she was full on hyperventilating now as Oikawa got down on one knee, his hands never leaving hers. The crowd was in a frenzy now, screaming and clapping their hands. Through her tears, Y/N could see that the cameras had focused on the action, streaming it live through the screens that surrounded the stadium.

Y/N had never liked her face whenever she cried. But she couldn’t pull her hands away to cover her face, not when they were being held tight by Oikawa.

“Y/N L/N,” Oikawa began. His tone was still sweet and kind, but had an air of seriousness about him. The way he looked at her was like the way he watched the ball in the air - he was completely focused and serious about what he was about to do. But his eyes held so much love and adoration that Y/N almost shied away. There was no way that one person could care so much for another.

But Oikawa did. He didn’t need to say anything to tell Y/N just how much she meant to him, and the reality of it all sent a fresh batch of tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Y/N L/N,” he repeated. “I’ve been with you five years, and I want more. I never want to spend those years apart from you. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you, and that love is all yours. All I ask of you is…”

Oikawa pulled away from Y/N, only to dig around in his sports jacket. He later pulled out a velvet blue box, much to the delight of the spectators.

His hands were trembling as he opened it, revealing a bright diamond ring sitting in plush, white cushions. It looked like it cost more than both of their life’s worth combined, and Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat.

“Y/N,” Oikawa said. His bottom lip trembled, and Y/N had to bite her own to keep her from sobbing. “I love you so much. Would you do me the extraordinary honor of marrying me and becoming my wife?”

As soon as the tears streamed down Oikawa’s face, Y/N threw herself into his arms, sobbing. When she was done, she pulled his face to hers and kissed him, repeatedly and passionately.

“Yes,” she said. “Yes, I will marry you. A thousand times, yes.”

The crowd was on its feet, cheering wildly as Oikawa slipped the ring onto Y/N’s finger, then standing up and pulling her in for a kiss.

Yes, Oikawa thought, as he hugged Y/N tightly. You are worth more than any medals or awards combined.
All yours.

Reader x Finn Shelby x Isaiah Jesus

Request: Can you do one where the reader makes a bet with Isaiah and finn that who ever wins in a boxing match, they’ll go on a date with them. You cans goose who wins! xx

A/N: I added a little twist.

You fell onto the chair resting your head and letting out a long fed up moan. Michael laughed at you sliding his glass over to you to let you have a drink.

“Penny for your thoughts?” As soon as he asked this Finn and Isaiah eventually followed behind you.

“Fed up of these two bloody idiots,” You moan taking another big swig.

“If you just admitted you wanted a slice of this,” he motioned to his abs as he pulled a weird face you assumed was an attempt at being seductive. “You wouldn’t be fed up at all.”

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NaLu in the Grand Magic Games Arc. (Analysis.)

Warning. This is probably going to be very long. 

So, I do believe that Natsu DOES INDEED love Lucy and I think the GMG arc shows a lot of his feelings for love. I have WAY more pictures, but I’m to lazy to get them so here is my:


Firstly in this scene when Lucy lost to Flare and she was crying and the audiance was trash talking her because they didn’t realize that Raven Tail cheated no one was ever obligated to go down there and comfort her and tell her everything was going to be alright. But you know what? Natsu went down there anyway and told her that she did amazing. What I think Natsu means by “Thanks to you, I realized we can fight in this world." Of course he’s trying to comfort her, but he’s going to fight for her during the Grand Magic Games. He’s going to show her even though she got screwed over this round, it’s all going to get better because they’re together. Thats why he reassures her by saying ”Lets save the tears for when we win!“ and "Well turn it around from here on out!”

Ahh, Lucy gets fucked over part two. I absolutely LOVED the Naval Battle. Mostly because of all the NaLu but aww well. I think this part is the most significant because it’s a battle, you’re really not suppose to beg for mercy for your own teamate during it. But Natsu did anyway, why? Because Natsu absolutely can not standwatching Lucy get hurt or suffer. Especially for a stupid reason such as Sabertooth hated Fairy Tail’s confidence. So, he just swallows up his pride and begs for Minerva to stop hurting Lucy when the battle is clearly already over. While Lucy was getting beaten to death who kept calling out her name in concern? Natsu. Who was the one who didn’t wait to rush down to where Lucy was when the Ref called the match and he jumped over a wall? Natsu. Who was so pissed at Sabertooth for what they were doing to Lucy that there was a vein sticking out of his head? Natsu. Who loves Lucy? Natsu. 

Even thought Natsu isn’t even with Lucy in this scene, I think it still holds a lot of meaning. Natsu and Gajeel are about to go against the twin dragon slayers. Of course they’re going to be tough opponents! They should be mentally and physically preparing for the battle, but Natsu is going to take time out of his preparing to go and see how she is doing even though he knows she is ok. Maybe Natsu just needs to see Lucy is okay and safe before he goes into battle to know that she is protected and nothing will hurt her. Maybe Lucy is a calming factor for Lucy, like Lisanna told Lucy on Tenrou Island Natsu does better when his most trusted friends are around. Well Lucy wasn’t going to be around Natsu this time while he was fighting, so maybe he took time to go and see that she would be there mentally instead of physically.

Look how cute my husband is… anyways. Like stated before, Natsu should be preparing for his fierce battle against the twin dragons but instead he’s checking up on Lucy. I mean just look at how gentle his look is to her? Also, who knows how long he has been there? How much time he took out of preparing to go and watch her sleep? Not even mentioning that he was smiling the whole time he was watching her, whether she was asleep or not. Natsu’s usually a very rash, impatient, tempermental person. He’s not patient, he loves to charge into things head on. So, why is he so unbelievebly patient with Lucy? Because he loves her cough cough.

Natsu always makes sure Lucy is taken care of before anything. Whether its him protecting her, or him asking someone else to take care of her. Usually he always asks Happy to take care of Lucy when he isn’t around but since Happy isn’t around he asked Wendy and Carla. It was obvious that they were going to take care of Lucy anyway, so why did Natsu ask them to do something they were already going to do? I think it was to give him some peace of mind when he is out in the battlefield that Lucy is being taken care of and to make sure it was going to happen he needed to vocalize it. Lucy’s safety comes first to Natsu.

I think it is absolutely adorable that no matter what, Natsu ALWAYS puts Lucy’s name before anyone else’s. Of course Natsu wants to fight and win for the guild, but mostly he wants to fight for Lucy. I think we can all agree that Lucy got totally screwed over in the GMG Arc and, depending on how you look at it, Eclipse Arc as well. Natsu knows Lucy feels guilty since she thinks she’s the reason why they’re in last place in the GMG. Natsu however doesn’t think of it like that at all. He wants to reassure Lucy that even when all hope is lost, theres always a reason to keep fighting. Thats why I think Natsu is mostly fighting for Lucy.

Ahh I love this moment! Its the heat of the battle, Sting just came at Natsu with the attack that killed a dragon. Natsu isn’t scared as he counters it though, he just thinks about Lucy. And you know what? He kicks Sting and Rouge’s asses after he thinks of Lucy. I really do think that Lucy is always in the back of Natsu’s mind and she’s a reason why he keeps pushing himself to fight even when all hope seems lost. 

Aww, blushing Natsu is so cute. Honestly a person blushes for two reasons. They’re embarrassed or the person they like more than a friend just complimented them. Well guys, Natsu’s not embarrassed. In this scene Lucy told Natsu that she’s believed in him ever since she’d joined the guild. How is someone suppose to react when they hear that? Just smile and say thank you. No, not Natsu. He stands there dumbfounded, blushing, then smiles while still blushing  and tells her “Thanks, leave it to me!”He’s reassuring her that since he knows that she is with him, he’ll be sure to win because with Lucy, Natsu can do anything. 

After the battle instead of boasting and gloating to the crowd about his one on two victory with the toughest competition in the Games, he immediately wants to go over and tell Lucy about how he did and to indirectly show her that anything is possible when someone you love is with you physically, or in this case mentally. This just goes back to my point about Lucy is Natsu’s first priority and one of the first things he thinks and worries about, besides Igneel and Happy of course. That, and Natsu wants to go show off to Lucy about how awesome he is and did to hopefully get a smile on her face because he knows she likes his goofy side.

I saved the best for last, GiHi. I mean come on guys, do I even have to say that much? Look at his eyes! His smile! Who gives a “friend” a look with this much love in it. He’s relieved that she never doubted him in his battle with Sting and Rouge. That she believed in him enough to not even ask about the battle because she knew he won, because Natsu always wins because Natsu never gives up no matter the cost. And Natsu just fights better when Lucy is around, whether it be mentally for physically. I mean come on guys, do you look at a friend like this? Or do you look at someone you like more than a friend like this? I may be looking to much into it… but aww well, I will go down with NaLu.

And there you have it! My top ten NaLu moments in the GMG Arc, hopefully this all made sense and remember, THIS IS TOTALLY MY OPINION ON THE WHOLE THING. YOU CAN AGREE OR DISAGREE AS YOU PLEASE. 

Thank you for reading (: 

Dream-like Christmas time

Merry Christmas @percy-the-sorcerer ! It’s me! Your secret santa from the @pjosecretsanta2016 I hope you like your present Alex! My best wishes for you this beautiful day! I also totally recomend you to listen to TTS- Dear Santa korean version, the title of the fic is inspired by the song!

Inspired but the prompt: Character A’s little sibling/child wants to meet their favorite celebrity/writer/person for Christmas. Character B is said “Christmas present”. Huge shout out to @quietlykeen @lesbabeths @bananannabeth for helping me with my horrible grammar! They are the real heroes here.

Piper was still reading the letter, which made sense considering the fact that a six year old wrote it and it was hard to understand what it said. But she had been reading it for what it felt like forever to Percy, and he really needed her to talk to him.

“On the bright side, you do know her.” Piper finally said. “Or well, used to.”

Mia, Percy’s little sister, had asked Santa for Annabeth Chase, from the group Stardust, to have tea time with her on Christmas Eve. And it nearly gave Percy a heart attack. Stardust was the most popular girl group in the world, and Annabeth Chase wasn’t only the main vocalist of the group, but she was also his ex-best friend. The same ex-friend he hadn’t seen in almost 6 years, not since she stole his first kiss.

“She probably doesn’t care about me anymore.” Percy said. “And it’s not like I can call her and be like ‘Hey Annabeth! It’s me, Percy! I know we haven’t talked in years but I have a baby sister now and her dream is to met you! I know it’s Christmas Eve but I hope you can swing by. My mom lives in the same apartment, okay bye!’”

Piper shrugged. “You kind of can do that.”

He threw his pillow at her. “I don’t have her number anymore.”

“No, but your mom might have her old address saved in her address book.” Piper patted his shoulder. “You said she used to live in California, right? It would make sense for your mom to have her address, or well I guess by now it’s her dad’s address only, if you guys used to exchange letter.”

“It doesn’t matter, he probably moved out.”

“Or maybe he hasn’t. Perce you have the opportunity to make your sister’s dream come true. And not only that, you have the opportunity to reconnect with someone who means the world to you.”

Percy sighed and sat indian style on his bed.

Piper didn’t know much about his relationship with Annabeth— Percy didn’t want people knowing he used to be best friends with a celebrity —but during college Piper had become his best friend. She had found his pictures with Annabeth, the ones he used to have at his mom’s place, so he told her the basics: they met at a summer camp when they were seven years old, and were best friends by the end of the summer. They only saw each other during the summer but during the rest of the year they wrote letters to each other all the time. When they were ten years old,  her family moved to Boston and sometimes they got to visit each other for the weekend, but the letters didn’t stop until they were fifteen when her family moved to California. At that point, cellphones and emails started to become a thing, they didn’t feel they needed to exchange letters anymore. Annabeth went to camp for one more year before winning the most famous singing competition America had, and then he never saw her again.

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Sting like a bee - Round 2

Part 1



Bustling crowds, full of enthusiasm to see the blood sweat and tears of the competitors hasten around you, entering the small arena with zeal and energy. If getting through assemblies of people aren’t enough, then prepping yourself for the somewhat long night of gut wrenching hits between two individuals is certain to make you ill at ease. You have never been able to understand the blatant publicity of fights, how people get a thrill out of individuals physically hurting their bodies to gain power. Sure, you’ve cheered your husband on a few times, as a proud, supportive wife is meant to do, but you have never gone to the extent of what others have.
You take the long way round, finding the exact entrance Harry mentioned for you to use. “Y/N?” A security guard examines as you stand in front of him, placing the sticky note with Harry’s hand writing back into your coat pocket. You courteously nod, “Okay, walk on through and enter through area six.” He attentively smiles, gesturing for you to enter the gates. You follow the trail and signs to area six, your own nerves beginning to pulsate throughout your already apprehensive body. You reach gate six and catch a glimpse of Harry’s trainer laughing with another guard. He catches your gaze and waves you down. You stride over to him, courteously greeting him as he dismisses the gatekeeper. “Y/N, my dear it’s been a while!” He exclaims, pulling you into one of his common embraces, “you just missed my wife. Annaleigh misses you!” He informs you, a small sigh escaping your lips. Sometimes she’s the one who keeps you entertained and calm while you’re at the events, doing your best to be supportive. “Oh, that’s a shame.” You pout, “I’m here alone and could use with her company.” You continue, hearing the rumbling of fans as a bell rings.
“I’ll take you to her. Are you excited?” He queries, already guiding you around.
You? Excited?
You haven’t been excited about these competitions since ten months into dating Harry— when Harry was knocked out, ruled out with a concussion and couldn’t do anything for over a month. For a whole month he wasn’t granted permission to work out, train, or even remotely hit anything. He was without question miserable and dreadful to deal with.
You shake your head, “I hate these.” You make a confession, walking by his side through different areas, trusting he knows where the hell he is going.
“That’s understandable, my wife hated it too.” He informs you and you nod. “But it’s a big event tonight.” He adds with excitement and enthusiasm. Harry forgot to mention that tonight is a big event, perhaps for good reason. You round a corner and see the familiar locks of blonde hair, the trainers wife wearing a ravishing smile. Instantly she whisks you away, taking you away from the unknown chaos that was taking part where she previously was.

You both sit down amongst excessively roused supporters, screaming and cheering on the current bout happening in the ring. Cross, jab, Blocking and Parrying, hook, Jab, Bobbing and Weaving, uppercut. All motions you continuously view from your seats, motions that are simple but delicate in the boxing world. Several of them Harry has taught you and compelled you to practice. A considerable number of times he compelled you to the gym he trains at just so he could train you how to adequately strike and defend yourself. One night he forced you to punch a punching bag as hard as you could for a full minute, by the end of the minute you felt like your arms wanted to drop off. You don’t understand how he has the energy and strength to keep it up, you certainly don’t.
Before you know it, your husband is in the ring, his opponent appearing larger than him, you turn to your side needing some reassurance.
“Y/N, he can handle it.” Annaleigh promises you, reading your mind as you uncomfortably watch on.
Your stomach clenches with every blow you see Harry endure, every uppercut he doesn’t manage to block, every jab to his body that he pays no attention to while attempting to hook his opponent. With every moment that passes you can’t help but feel nauseous and distressed as the bout continues, blood beginning to drip from both opponents. You take another deep breath, doing your best to be supportive amongst a crowd of high-spirited supporters who get a thrill out of the bloody mess.
“I— I can’t watch this.” You shake your head, “I’m going to go. I’ll talk to you soon.” You fake a smile at Annaleigh, standing to your feet and hurriedly making your way through the tightly packed area.
You manage to make your way out of the arena, feeling the fresh air hit your body and fill your lungs, almost instantly calming you down. Instead of leaving— you walk around and find the back exit of the arena, (with the help of security), where you walk towards Harry’s car, deciding to wait by it for the remainder of the event.
Your heart flutters with every ruckus that echoes from inside, your thoughts praying that it’s all in Harry’s favour, as selfish as that may sound. If he can just hurry up and win the bout, he can get home safely and you won’t have to worry that tonight might be a night you spend in the emergency room with him.
You lean on the hood of his car, patiently waiting, hoping that he will walk out of the back doors any minute. The anticipation gashes you like a knife, not knowing what’s going on is excruciating for you. He could be winning, he could be losing, he could be covered in blood and close to tapping out, or he could already be knocked out in the ring; but you don’t know because you couldn’t bare to continue watching.

Your eyes dart towards the door as it is pushed open, your heart dropping when your eyes meet Harry’s, a laceration under his eye, his arm in an arm sling. “I thought you left.” He Breathes, unlocking his car. You shake your head,
“What happened?” You breathe as he stands in front of you, your eyes unable to leave his arm. There’s bound to be other contusions, wounds, and whatever else under his apparel. “You didn’t see?” He challenges with exhausted eyes, again you shake your head. You’re somewhat appreciative you didn’t be witness of whatever it is that happened. You probably couldn’t stomach watching another blow to his body.
“I couldn’t keep watching.” You notify him, grateful you didn’t see whatever discomfort he managed to inflict on himself from this sport he seems to take pleasure in.
“I’m glad you didn’t see. I dislocated my shoulder, twice.” He informs you, your eyes growing wide as the word “twice” rolls off his tongue.
Was the first time not enough?
“It popped back in place and I kept going, it came out again and I kept going until the coach threw the towel in.” He gripes, presumable displeased that the towel was thrown in. “I could have won.” He grouches, the wind beginning to pick up and send cold chills down your spine. You shake your head at him, concerned for the pain he’s disguising. “Harry, I want you to stop.” The words escape your lips, relief overcoming you as the words are finally let free. He focuses on you, wincing as he moves his shoulder gently, evidently in discomfort.
“What do you mean?” He lowers his eyes on you, stepping closer to your body as you continue to rest against the hood of his car. “Please, no more boxing.” You draw a breath, removing your eyes from his gaze.
No more bruises, no more lacerations, no more sprains and dislocations.
The abrasions on his torso are not discoloured art forms, his torso isn’t meant for purple and blue stains, nor is meant for broken ribs, or bloody cuts. His body should be worshiped and cared for, not battered and bruised. “I’m not done.” Harry shakes his head, your stomach turning as his eyes become dark and full of unpleasantness. “I’m not going to stop.” He raises his voice dimly, getting his point across in his husky voice. You don’t respond back to him, instead you gently push off his car. “I need you to drive.” He holds up his keys, gesturing for you to take them. With dislike you take the keys from his hand, stepping away from him. You feel his hand mildly wrap around your wrist, stopping you from moving further. “What?” You answer back sharply, turning to face him. He lets out a sigh, his eyes softening. “Listen, I love you, okay?” His voice sounds as though he’s trying to convince you.
“Get in the car.” You growl, pulling your wrist from his grasp and getting into the car.

The words spoken between the two of you are minimal, you have nothing to say to your husband as he stays reclined in the passenger seat, doing his best to keep his shoulder comfortable. Presumably he’s feeling the aftermath of his actions. “Why are you driving slow?” He utters in a bad tempered tone, perhaps eager to get home and to get in bed. His body is presumably in a fair bit of pain. Something tells you the fight wasn’t an easy one for him.
“I’m not.” You respond, trying to focus on the road as your stomach twists and turns, your mind racing with different thoughts and problems, most revolving around the negative impact of Harry’s hobby. “If you have a problem with my driving, walk home.” You inform him, giving him the option to shut up or to literally walk home. You’re in no mood to deal with him.
“What happened to float like a butterfly, sting like a bee? You want me to stop and just not use my energy?” His voice takes your attention and you roll your eyes.
“It’s time you float like a butterfly because I’m sick of this, literally sick.” You gesture towards his shoulder for a split second before your attention is back on the road. He’s had his run of training, fighting, and winning. It’s time he hands in the towel for good. “You’re sick of this? My body is the one that feels it, you’re perfectly fine. I’m not having this conversation with your right now.” He blusters loudly, moving within the leather seat of the passenger seat.
“Do you want to drive?” You change the subject, your left hand pressing to your stomach while your right hand stays on the steering wheel. Seeing blood and hearing the sound of fists hitting skin unsettled you entirely. “Not really.” He shakes his head and you pull the car over to the side. “Why are we stopping?” He sighs heavily, inconvenienced by the sudden. “Just, shut up.” You groan, resting back in your seat and taking a few breaths, “I don’t want to hear another damn word.” You growl, silencing him as you breathe. You get out of the car, allowing the ice-cold air to fill your lungs. Unsure of what the hell you are meant to do.
“What are you doing?” Harry’s voice sounds and he gets out of the car, adjusting his shoulder.
“Get in the car.” You instruct, trying to hold down what is threatening to repulsively come up.
“What the hell is your problem? It’s cold, get in!” He strides around the front end of the car, coming to your side. You disobey him, your hand pulling your hair back as you topple over, your stomach clenching as you throw up alongside the shoulder of the road.
Lovely. Just fucking lovely, “woah, okay.” His voice echoes and you feel his hand press to your back, “you’re ‘lright.” He takes ahold of your hair and you wrap your arms around your stomach, leaning back against the car. “You okay?” He goodheartedly requests, his tone completely different to how it was earlier,
“Peachy, just peachy.” You sarcastically reveal, your stomach continuing to swirl and turn, your lips threatening to tell him the secret you’ve been harbouring the last four days. “I feel so sick.” You express dissatisfaction, beginning to wish you could rest on him, but you can’t because of his battered and beaten body.
Harry’s quick to grab your hair again as you find yourself heaving, for the second time, feeling vulnerable and weak. You lift your head intaking a breath of fresh air, hoping this is the last round of the feeling of queasiness. “I’m okay, lets go.” You clear your throat, straightening your posture in the hope there’s nothing left to be brought up in a disgusting way.
“I’m driving.” Harry informs you, placing a small kiss to your forehead. You look up at him, taking note of his swollen cheek, “it has to stop.” You reference the boxing, taking another chance at getting him to change his outlook. He gives you a confused glance before realising what you mean. “Give me one good damn reason that doesn’t have to do with the injuries.” He insists as you both stand on the side of the road. You take a moment to comprehend your thoughts and the answer that’ll ultimately change his mind. Only one coming to mind.
“I’m pregnant.” ……

GOT7 Mark x reader smut.

Request : Can I request story about Mark (from got7) pleaseeeeeee?

Author’s Note: Sure. I’m so sorry that this is so late. I hope you enjoy it as much as I had to write it. It’s my first time so… I honestly think it may disappoint you? Haha I really thought this through though that’s why it kinda late. 

Pairing : Reader x Mark Tuan

Genre : Smut and slight fluff

Length : 3185 words

Warnings: Language. Daddy and baby girl kinks.

[Mark’s POV]

She caught me staring at her again.

“Damn it…” I muttered.

I looked away as if nothing happened. I couldn’t help it… I mean she had been there working the punching bag while beads of sweat rolled off her face, brows furrowed in concentration. I wish I could make her sweat like that.

She looked so hot and fierce and everything about her seemed so captivating. “Why am I so horny today. For fuck’s sake. Get ahold of yourself, dumbass. Unless you want to end up with a boner and showing it to the whole world,” I thought to myself.

I walked over to the table filled with members’ information and went through the list of recently joined members hoping to find that particularly name and soon enough, I found it. (y/n) it is. Ugh Jackson is lucky to be her instructor. Anyone could tell just by looking at her that she has experience in mixed martial arts. She still has some slight flaws in the way she fights, though.

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You’d been the Legal Secretary for Hood Inc. for three years, and whilst most employees quivered in fear of the CEO Calum Hood, he was nothing more than your idiot best friend to you.

Your offices were located next to each other on the top floor of the sky scraper, Calum often calling your office phone directly from his own in order to demand you have lunch with him. Both of your P.A.s were more than used to the two of you walking unannounced into the offices, only ever stopping you if there was an important meeting taking place.

You smiled at Calum’s P.A. Lacey as you pushed open the door to his office, not bothering with any greeting as you started to speak.

“Cal I need you to sign these-” Your eyes widen as you notice another man sitting in the office. “Sorry, Lacey didn’t say-”

“It’s not a meeting, just a social call.” Calum reassures you, visibly relaxing at his words. “Y/N, meet Ashton Irwin, CEO of Irwin Industries.”

The man sitting with his back to you turns, and you try not to blush as he offers you a dazzling smile. Standing up, he offers his hand to you which you shake, smiling as he squeezes your hand gently.

“So you’re the infamous Y/N.” He grins, Calum rolling his eyes behind him. “Cal’s told me loads about you.”

“Oh he has?” You smirk, cocking an eyebrow at Calum. “All good things I hope.”

“Of course.” Calum scoffs, gesturing you to take the seat beside Ashton. “Ashton and I have been friends since University, we both took over the family businesses around the same time.”

“Impressive.” You nod, sending the man in question another smile before you remember the papers in your hand. “Any way, Cal, you need to sign these.”

Ashton’s visits to Hood Inc. became more frequent after that day.

“Morning Y/N.” He grinned, presenting you with a bouquet of roses a week after your first encounter. “I thought these would brighten your office.”

“Thank you Ashton.” You blushed, ignoring the eye roll Calum did from where he stood behind Ashton. “They’re beautiful.”

“Just like you.”

Every week, without fail, Ashton arrived with a bouquet of flowers, handing them to you with a smile, much to Calum’s disgust. What Calum didn’t know however, was each bouquet also contained a note, Ashton complimenting you in each one. Sometimes thy were simple, the words “You’re beautiful” taking up the space. Others however, expressed his favourite thing about you, such as “I find it incredible how hard you work”. It wasn’t until the note asked you to dinner that you decided to write one of your own.

Grabbing the small card, you wrote your answer underneath Ashton’s own handwriting, before walking into Calum’s office where the two were discussing the newest business competition. Calum cocked an eyebrow at you as you entered but you ignored him, instead handing the card to Ashton with a smile.

“So…tonight at seven?” Ashton grins up at you, Calum groaning when you nod. “Shut up Hood.”

“I am warning you now Irwin, if this is all a plot for you to steal my Legal Secretary for your own company I will sue you for everything you have.” Calum chuckles, it being your turn to roll your eyes. “And if it isn’t, I’m warning you that if you hurt my best friend, I will beat your sorry ass to a pulp, then sue you for everything you have.”

“Noted.” Ashton chuckles, his hand finding yours and giving it a gentle squeeze. “But I don’t have plans to do either.”


The receptionist smiled at you as you entered the building, security greeting you cheerily as you stepped into the elevator. The staff at Clifford & Co. were more than used to your face, no one ever forcing you to give identification when you visited.

As the doors slid open to the top floor, you made your way along the corridor, the offices of Michael’s most important employees lining the walls on either side of you. Their P.A.s all smiled at you as you passed, some greeting you cheerily. You reached the end of corridor and paused at Jane, Michael’s own P.A.’s desk was. She quickly finished her phone call, smiling warmly at you.

“Hello Y/N dear, here for lunch with Michael?” She asked, her smile growing when you nod. “Well head right in, I think he’s on the phone but it won’t last long.”

You thank her, moving to slip through the door to his office. Michael doesn’t hear you enter, his eyes locked on his computer screen as he speaks to whomever is on the other end of the phone.

“I don’t care what he says, their figures have dropped so significantly over the past three years I’m surprised he didn’t come to us begging to be bought out.” He chuckles down the phone, eyes finally catching yours causing him to grin. “Luke mate, we both know they’re gonna go under. Just keep working on it, set up a meeting between me, you and them if we need to. Y/N’s here now though, so I’ll speak to you later. Alright mate, bye. Hey Princess.”

“Hey Hot Shot.” You grin, crossing his office as he stands from his chair, hands finding your hips and pulling you into his chest. “How’s business?”

“Booming.” He smirks, bending down to capture your lips with his. “How’s my girl?”

“Hungry.” You hint, causing Michael to chuckle. He releases you, moving to lock his computer before grabbing your hand. “Who were you and Luke talking about?”

“Just a business we’re trying to acquire. Their owner is being stubborn though, thinks he doesn’t need help.” He shrugs, pulling you out of his office, waving at Jane as the two of you leave. “It’ll work out though, Luke’ll convince him.”

“And if not, you will.” You grin, Michael smirking as you enter the elevator, pulling you in for another kiss as you giggle. “Mikey!”

“This is my business, remember? No one will say anything.” He smirks against your lips, releasing you reluctantly. “What do you fancy for lunch?”


“Anything you want.” He reminds you, making you roll your eyes. “What?”

“I’ve been your girlfriend for three years Mike, you don’t need to keep trying to win me over.” You smile. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to go somewhere that you hated.”

“But I’m treating you. I like treating you.”

“Yes but Michael people might start to think I’m only with you because you always take me out to lunch and buy me expensive gifts. Honestly, the whole point is that we see each other, I’d be happy with sandwiches in your office.”

“Well I’ll bare that in mind next time.” He smiles, lacing your fingers with his as your leaving the building. “Besides, if I hear anyone say anything about you I’ll fire them.”

“You can’t just go around firing people because they say bad things about me.”

“Yes I can. I’m the CEO.” He smirks, dropping your hand to wrap his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side so his lips brush your ear. “And you’re my girl. They talk shit, they’re gone. Simple.”

“I love you.” You smile, twisting your head to capture his lips in a chaste kiss, only making him smirk more. “So much.”

“I love you more.”


It wasn’t even light outside yet, and you were already at the skyscraper that was Hemmings and Sons. 

You’d been Luke’s P.A. for eight months. It hadn’t been easy, your first couple of months testing your limits as far as stress goes, both with the work load and Luke himself. It wasn’t until you’d worked for him for nearly three months that he finally began to treat you well, him claiming that he’d given you a tough time to see if you could stick it out, to check you could be trusted. Fast forward to now and you knew almost every secret of the company.

Yawning slightly, you noticed the blinds to Luke’s office were still drawn from the night before, when he’d pulled the shut to focus on some papers. You turned to enter to pull them up, the door almost directly behind your desk, a small yelp of surprise leaving your lips once you found Luke inside.

The man had always been attractive. He’d taken over his father’s business at only twenty three, and now at twenty six, was in his element as the CEO. His hair was always perfectly styled and his suits fitted flawlessly, and his eyes constantly changed in shades of blue depending on his mood.

But right now, he looked awful.

His hair was dishevelled, clearly from him running his hands through it repeatedly. His tie and suit jacket were left abandoned on his desk chair, Luke now sitting on the sofa in the corner of his office. His head snapped up at the sound of you entering, revealing his blood shot eyes. You’d seen many sides of Luke over the months you’d worked for him. You’d seen him confident, you’d seen him nervous. You’d seen him happy and you’d seen him angry and you’d even seen him cry. You’d seen him a little tipsy and you’d seen him drunk off of his face.

But you’d never seen him like this.

“Please tell me it isn’t morning.” He asks, his voice cracking.

“Please tell me you haven’t been here all night.” You countered, a groan falling from his lips as he ran his hand through his hair, leaning back against the sofa. “Luke-“

“I just lost track of time. That’s all.” He mumbles, eyes closed and head tilted back as he speaks. “I needed to sort these damn contracts out and I still fucking haven’t and now it’s morning and I’m still dressed in yesterday’s clothes and I’ve probably got twenty meetings today and-“

“Luke.” You cut him off, a sigh leaving his lips. You move to sit next to him, nudging his knee with yours. “You haven’t got any meetings today.”

“Thank god.” He breathes in relief, twisting his head to smile weakly at you. “I need to sort this though.”

“You need to sleep.” You tell him firmly. “Look, go home. If anyone asks I’ll lie and say you’ve gone for an emergency meeting out of town. Take the day off to rest, and then come back tomorrow to do this properly.”

“I can’t take a day off.” He protests. You roll your eyes, moving to grab his jacket and tie. You look at him pointedly, handing him the jacket as he stands. You wrap the tie around his neck, beginning to fix it for him. “I’m the CEO.”

“You’re exhausted.” You reply, tying the knot and securing it with the pin. “And as your P.A., no, as your friend, I’m telling you to go home.”

“You’re amazing.” He mumbles, a soft smile on his face as you look up at him, hands smoothing out his tie. You smile at each other for a moment, his hands moving to rest on your waist. “Have dinner with me?”

“Luke you’re my boss, it’s not-“

“I don’t care. Have dinner with me. Tonight.”

You can’t hide your smile as you say yes.


You met Calum when you were twenty two.

He was twenty four at the time, just taking over the family business Hood Enterprises at the time. You’d just finished University, gaining a degree in business yourself, but only because you figured it would give you decent opportunities. In actual fact, you’d had no idea what you wanted to do.

Calum changed that.

The CEO had swept you off of your feet. He would bring you flowers and presents with every fancy date, each one more extravagant than the next. And even though you liked the gifts very much, and the flowers were each more beautiful and the last, they weren’t the reason you fell for him. Because it was the smile he’d give you as he handed you the flowers, it was his laugh when you said he didn’t need to. It was the way he paid attention to the little things about you, and as time progressed, the flowers and the presents and the dates became more personalised. When you became his girlfriend the gifts only increased, and it wasn’t until you’d been together for almost six months when he’d suggested it.

“So we need a new Events Organiser.” He’d grinned at you across the dinner table. “You think you’d be up for it Angel?”

You’d never seen yourself as one to organise parties. And yet, the job was comforting. You got to spend more time with Calum, often working in his office beside him, or at home in your pyjamas. And of course you got to attend all of the events in a beautiful outfit Calum bought for you.

He’d asked you to live with him not long after.

“You spend all your time at my house anyway.” He’d pointed out as you’d gotten up to get clothes from home, ignoring his protests of I’ll buy you new clothes. “You might as well live here with me. Plus, I could drive you to work when you came in.”

“Yes Calum, but I-“

“Would it help if I told you I loved you?” He smirked when you stared at him in shock. “Come on Y/N, imagine how fun living together will be.”

“It would be pretty fun I guess.” You smiled, Calum grinning as he grabbed your hips, pulling you back into bed. “And I love you too.”

And so you spent your days moving between the mansion he called a house and the skyscraper he called an office. Calum was always one for extravagance and luxury, the earlier stage of your relationship proving that. He allowed you to live your own life, the money you earned from your job free to spend how you chose, but it didn’t deter him from buying you gift after gift, your protests falling on deaf ears.

“Calum, you know I love you, you don’t need to-“

“My treat for my girl.”

“But I-“

“Let me spoil you. I like it.”

He never took no for an answer unless it was absolutely essential. You suppose that’s why he was such a good business man, never letting an opportunity slip away. Calum was so determined to the point of stubbornness that the fact you didn’t need spoiling anymore didn’t matter to him, you were his girlfriend and he loved you and the gifts were nothing more than physical representations of that in his eyes.

So you should have expected the ring.

He’d flown the two of you to Bali, the trip nothing new in terms of Calum’s gifts. But when he got down on one knee, presenting you with the diamond encrusted band.

“Last extravagant gift. I promise. But only if you marry me.”

You knew he was lying, Calum bought you at least three things a week, but there was no way you’d ever say no. Especially not when he smiled at you the way he did.

Smart Mouth Chapter Four

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven  Chapter Eight Chapter Nine


Rating: Teen First two chapters are Nc-17

Notes:  So much for porn without plot am I right? I have the beginning of the next chapter started and some ideas for where to take it, but my boyfriend is coming over so I have to stop for the night. Message me if you have any requests or some ideas you’d like to see in the story. I’m happy to take any recommendations. into consideration. 

I wish real life have montage moments. Specifically things like battling other trainers, and traveling around Alola. I’ll be the first person to tell you that I have an awful attention span, and I got bored so easily. I had errands to run, but I needed money before I could get it done. Thus were the days I spent wandering around the islands of Alola, finding any trainer willing to battle me. Most of them thought I was a member of Team Skull, but they were so mad at the group they were willing to battle just to vent some frustration. I had a few close calls, but with some potions and regular trips to the Pokemon Center I made enough cash to buy a new outfit in Malie City. I needed to make one stop before I went to Poni island however, so I took a boat trip over to Akala Island.

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Reactions or HC. MC doing the catwalk for Victoria's Secret lingerie. All members plus Saeran and V.

//okay sO i am so dearly sorry for being so inactive and leaving so many requests in my inbox. I’m trying to find inspiration somewhere, but this last month has just been kinda filled and unmotivated for me. I’m hoping that soon, i’ll get out of this slump that i’m in currently, and get back to writing <3 also, i don’t watch too many fashion shows and i have never seen a VS one, so I looked up a few articles and clips from this year’s. I hope i got close to what you were looking for, and if i didn’t please tell me, because i really just want to make you guys happy with my writing


  • This little bean has his mouth hanging open because wow that’s his girlfriend
  • He’s completely mesmerized by you
  • He knows that if you were a LOLOL character, you’d be the most badass out of all of them
  • He is so in love with everything that you do and he can’t stop himself from letting his mind wonder like i would so let her dominate me tbh i live for sub yoosung
  • Some of the press gets his reaction on tape to seeing you and E! News finds it and everyone on social media starts flipping out and shipping you guys because they think he’s so cute


  • He can’t help himself from clapping wildly and hollering because god damn are you slaying
  • When you get to the end of the runway, you give him this little glance/smirk and he just smiles so wide
  • He loves everything, especially how you act. He knows that you play a bit of a role when you’re on the runway, and you have this utter confidence and intimidation about you that is totally different from who you are at home.
  • he helps you perfect your walks and poses because your careers are both so similar so he knows a lot about the public eye and what they want, so he’s able to think of things for you to use that have a mix of who you are and what everyone else likes to really focus everyone’s attenton on you and your uniqueness


  • she knows that sometimes you get frustrated because people only see you for your face and seductive looks and lingerie advertisements in magazines and not your actual personality or feelings
  • but she can’t help that you literally look so beautiful while doing your thing, and how you try to keep who you are in real life in the character you play on the runway.
  • sometimes she has these epiphanies like omfg i’m dating an Angel and she loves me back what a queen
  • you are known for standing out from other Angels because you aren’t always trying to be badass when you’re modeling. A lot of times, you like to look happy and genuine, and she loves how you give her these playful smiles if you spot her in the crowd


  • he’s utterly amazed at how you’re able to walk so smoothly like you’re on clouds while heaving those wings on your back
  • he thinks you suit the role perfectly because you’re his angel ^^
  • he loves it when you practice your struts and walks with him at home and he can help you perfect it and make sure that all of your poses show off your highlights, even though it sometimes makes him jealous
  • you know that he’s always get you custom lingeries made for you
  • he secretly love love loves your job tbh because it’s a sure win for him
  • but it’s okay because you assure him that your walks are, more than anything, for him
  • bLUSH BLUSH BLUSH he gets so pink help him


  • he gets totally absorbed into this fantasy world that is the VS Fashion Show
  • the hype is so real but he thinks you slayed more than anyone else, even though he knows you aren’t a fan of all the competition in the industry
  • look at his goddamn goddess up there it’s killing him in a good way
  • like jaehee, he can’t believe?? That you’re his?? That he’s in a relationship with such a beautiful m o d e l??


  • he’s a photographer so of course he’s gonna have the best seat to get the best view
  • truly and honestly captures your utter outstanding beauty
  • keeps so many photos for himself
  • he loves how you walk in time with the music and you just are so fit for the shining lights, because that is where you belong
  • but he also loves the silly, loving, sweet side of you that he can enjoy to himself out of sight of anyone else


  • he has to sometimes restrain himself from punching people that hollar or whistle at you but he knows that you love him and you’d never even think of being with someone other than him, because let’s face it, deep down, he’s insecure and scared of losing you
  • he doesn’t really understand the whole notion of modeling when you guys are early on in your relationship because?? If everyone is supposed to be beautiful, then why is there so much competition
  • “honestly saeran, i’m not all that sure myself. I don’t like how everyone is meant to be going against each other, but i do know that i enjoy going up on the cat walk and being fierce and being the center of attention, it just gives me this odd confidence that i never had when i was younger”
  • he can’t deny that you look amazing either though
  • he does get v v jealous though, because you’re his and not anybody else’s

Prompt: Fingers

Rating: M (NSFW)

There was nothing that got him more aroused than watching Lucy grind her foes into the dirt…and her in that little red dress.

He watched as she fiddled with the lock, hissing a few choice swears when the lock decided to be difficult that night. Again. The front desk promised up and down that they would fix it while all the guilds were out celebrating the closing night of the Grand Magic Games.

“We assure you, Ms. Heartfilia, that we will have it fixed by the time you return to your room.” they said.

“Our priority is our guests every comfort.” they said.

He was considered dense by most, but even he knew it was just a way to get the famous Lucy Heartfilia out of their faces. She could be quite terrifying when on her war path, as she demonstrated two days ago with the one-on-one battles.

Anyone who didn’t throw themselves out of her way were fools. Anyone that promised something to the celestial wizard and didn’t uphold it were even bigger fools.

Natsu couldn’t help but be extremely amused as she grew frustrated, knowing better than to interfere at great personal risk. Five seconds later, Lucy sighed and twisted the key, doubling with a hard bump of her hip on the door; it popped open with a crack, probably broken. Just watching her manhandle a fucking door got his body whirring.

“These guys are not getting a good rating from me.” she muttered, already slipping inside and leaving the door ajar for him. “'We promise that we will fix it immediately, Ms. Heartfilia.‘” she mimicked a mousy tone, kicking off her heels as she went. “Thank Mavis tonight is the last night in this chintzy hotel.”

He shut the door behind him, checking that it could still lock. After hearing the mechanical gears grinding in the door, he nodded in satisfaction before turning around to face the hotel room and a very irritable blonde with champagne in her system.

Overall it had been a fun night. When all the guilds got together at the palace, it was always a party. He ate his fill of food, played his bucket list of pranks, and didn’t steal the crown this time! He even got to beat Sting in an arm wrestling contest.

His heart was warm at the sight of his guild enjoying themselves and letting loose after a stiff competition. Stiff competition, he thought with a chuckle, for second place. Fairy Tail always won because they were the best.

But, what warmed his heart the most was Lucy. The sight of her in that red, form fitting cocktail dress and the red stilettos filled him with much more than admiration. He spent most of the night diverting his attentions to her, watching her move through the crowds with that megawatt smile. Oh, but when she was walking away was the best view.

The way she greeted rival guild members like old friends or quickly shut the occasional hopeful smuck down got him riled up, praising every lucky star in the sky that he got to escort her: that he got to put his arm around her and be in her personal space. Natsu Dragneel had the privilege of touching her, being at her side. Nobody else.

It was thoughts like those that left him short of breath, a burn pounding away in his chest.

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We Three (ABC) - Circe

AN: This is long and over-emotional because I love these three so so much I had to write something fluffy for all of them because I can’t decide which two I ship together the most. Part of it is inspired by a prompt I got from veronicasanders so thank you!

I’m so on board for writing pairings/groups that people think are underwritten. I find it impossible to dislike a drag queen so if anyone has a pairing/story they want to read about, ask away and I’ll probably be up for it. I’m less inclined to do Season 7 queens, so unless it’s Katya or Max, it might be a little rough. Right now I’m feeling Rajila and maybe AAA/Witney, or perhaps something a bit more unexplored, so any ideas please let me know.

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Yet Another Love Triangle | Scott McCall & Stiles Stilinski Imagine

request ; hiii. Can I have an imagine where scott and stiles both like y/n and they like fight for her attention and everybody in the pack notices except her and its fluffy and stuff. thanks I love you’re account💗💗

word count ; 1706

warnings ;  none this time.

a/n ; pls tell me someone has read the infernal devices trilogy. if you haven’t, 1000/1000 would recommend. read it. it features a brilliant love triangle, and pretty fantastic writing. there’s also a lot more than that, of course, but yeah just read it.

There are a lot of things you pride yourself on. Your ability to watch an entire television series in under five days, the fact that you read particularly faster than most teenagers your age, your intelligence, your uncanny ability to provide witty commentary on any given day.

The fact that you were able to capture not only the attention of Scott McCall, one of your closest friends, but his best friend Stiles Stilinski as well, was something you should have prided yourself on. You were close with the entire pack, really, and you were genuinely friendly and sweet. It was almost inevitable for someone in the pack to fall in love with you.

Unfortunately for them, you were completely and utterly clueless. Everyone else in the pack, however, not so much. You were seated on Scott’s couch, Lydia and Liam on either side of you. Lydia had purposely sat there, hoping to see the famed Scott and Stiles Attention Competition for herself. Stiles bounded into the room full of determination, scanning around until his eyes landed on you, and a bright smile filled his face.

He walked over to you, planning to take a seat before he realized they were all taken. “Could you move?” He asked Liam, regarding the boy with clear irritation. Liam scrunched his nose, looking offended.

“What? Why? I just sat down,” he said defensively, crossing his arms over his chest. He always looked like an overgrown child when he did that, which was actually quite often.

“I want to tell Y/N something and I need to sit with her to do it,” Stiles lied, really just hoping to have a chance to sit with you. Someone was nearly always by your side; during lunch, in class, driving home, at your house, and now at pack meetings.

“You can just tell me here, Stiles,” you said, smiling up at him while Lydia snorted beside you. You shot her a confused look before returning your gaze back to the somewhat disappointed boy in front of you. “I think it’d be best to let the baby rest for a little. He gets cranky when he doesn’t have his nap,” you added jokingly, ruffling Liam’s hair.

Stiles gave you another forced smile, rolling his eyes at Liam before settling himself in a chair and pulling it up as close to the couch as he possibly could. Lydia let out another short laugh, and Stiles scowled when he heard her. She couldn’t help it. This was sort of pathetic, in an oddly adorable way. As if things couldn’t get anymore hilarious, at least in the strawberry blonde girl’s perspective, Scott entered the room. Usually elated to see his best friend, Stiles slumped even more in his chair, appearing extremely sulky even though Scott was all smiles. It was because of you, of course. You had that sort of effect on the boys.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted cheerfully, searching for an empty spot beside you. Lydia bit her lip, already knowing what was about to happen. “Liam! Would you mind getting up so I can sit with Y/N?”

Liam rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “Seriously?” He exclaimed with annoyance, staring up at his Alpha. “I already told Stiles no! This is getting ridiculous!” He glared at both of them, then, upon seeing the glances that Scott was giving you out of the corner of his eye, came to a realization. It wasn’t about not liking him, it was about them liking you. “Ohhh! This is about -” Scott clamped his hand down over the Beta’s mouth suddenly, forcing out a chuckle.

“Ah, kids these days! They say the craziest things. Oh well, guess I’ll be sitting somewhere else. Haha,” he forced out another laugh, releasing a wide-eyed Liam and plopping down into a chair with more force than necessary.

“What was that about?” You whispered to Liam, watching as Stiles and Scott engaged in a heated, yet whispered, discussion.

Liam looked at you, tilting his head to the side. “Really? You honestly don’t know?” When you shook your head, your eyebrows raised, Liam laughed, a smirk lifting the corner of his lips.

“What?” You asked, staring at him and Lydia with pure, innocent confusion. They both smirked at each other, as if they were involved in some sort of inside joke that was extremely difficult for outsiders to understand. They were enjoying this. “Whaaaat?” You whined, causing the two to laugh even harder. Finally, you gave up, opting to talk to Malia who was sitting across the room with Kira and Theo.

The next week was particularly confusing. If it wasn’t Scott offering to help you study in the library, it was Stiles eagerly offering you a ride home and a study session there. That would lead to an influx of invitations to come over for dinner from Scott, which would lead to Stiles inviting you over for a movie night. You always had at least one of them carrying your books to your next class, and they were always silently fighting over who got the opportunity to sit next to you at lunch that day. Stiles had gotten into the habit of bringing you your favorite lunch, leading Scott to buy you a muffin and a coffee for breakfast before class. It was getting a bit ridiculous, and extremely out of hand. It was a competition of who could win your affection, and you didn’t even know they were playing.

Which was why you were so annoyed when the girls began bursting into hysterics after you opened your locker and found your lunch sitting there, as per usual. You slammed the door shut, stalking off to the girls bathroom, knowing they would follow. Once you were all inside, them wiping their eyes dramatically, you let out a frustrated groan.

“Why does everyone keep laughing whenever Scott or Stiles decide to talk to me? This is torture! It’s like everyone is a part of this insanely popular inside joke, and I have literally no clue as to what the actual hell is going on!” You ranted, pacing back and forth along the stalls. Before they could answer, you started up again. “Liam keeps smirking and snickering at me all the damn time, all you three do is giggle and make jokes that I don’t understand, Theo keeps giving me that amused stare and frankly it is getting extremely frustrating!”

Lydia pursed her lips, shaking her head in amusement. “She seriously doesn’t know,” she said to Kira and Malia, running a hand through her wavy hair and smiling a little.

“Know what?!” You almost yelled, hands placed on your hips.

“Alright, guys, let’s not torture her with this anymore than we already have,” Kira laughed, smiling at all of you.

“Stiles and Scott are both crushing on you, and they’re having a little competition to see who can win your affection by the end of the week. That’s what all the over the top attention is about, they really like you,” Lydia explained.

Malia added, “The weirdest thing is, they’re both okay with whoever ends up with you. Like, the other one doesn’t care. It’s weird,” she repeated. “Nothing like the movies I’ve seen. Usually the other guy in the love triangle gets offended.”

What the hell was this, The Infernal Devices trilogy? That would make you Tessa Gray. Oh God, the pressure of being Tessa.

You stared at the girls, dumbfounded. “They both have a crush on me?” You asked again, still not quite grasping the whole thing. They nodded, and you couldn’t help it, you grinned a little. You tried to stop it in time, but they all saw it.

“Don’t tell me you’re enjoying this!“ Lydia said accusingly, though there was still playfulness in her tone.

“I’m not!” You said defensively, although you were still grinning. “I swear, I’m not.”

“Oh my god,” Lydia groaned, leaning against the sinks.

“I kind of wish I had that sort of power over guys, is that bad?” Kira cast a worried look around the room, as if the mere thought of wanting it made her evil.

Lydia shook her head wistfully, “It was pretty fun when I had it, to be honest. I’ve grown out of wanting a million guys at once, of course, but it definitely was not a bad thing.”

“Guys are usually scared around me, and they act like I’m going to kill them,” Malia said nonchalantly, shrugging as if it were no big deal. Your eyes went wide. “I’m not going to! I mean, I probably would’ve if I were still as wild as I used to be, but I know better now. Anyways, Stiles and Scott.” She hastily changed the subject, nervously rubbing the back of her neck. You laughed a little, but returned to the more pressing issue.

“You have to pick one of them,” Lydia said. “Unless you aren’t interested in either.”

“It wouldn’t be fair to leave them hanging like that,” Kira chimed in.

You nodded, biting your lip. Which boy? Which one did you harbor deeper feelings for? Which one made your stomach flutter and your head go fuzzy? Which one which one which one?

“You smell like anxiety, are you okay?” Malia placed a hand on your shoulder, regarding you with concerned brown eyes.

You straightened, releasing your lip from between your teeth. “Yeah, fine,” you muttered, starting to piece together your feelings one by one. “I-I think I need to go,” you said suddenly, brushing past them all and almost jetting out the door. “Thanks girls,” you called quickly, nearly crashing into some nearby classmates as you took off down the hall.

If you were Tessa Gray, it was time to find your Will Herondale.

You saw at him at his locker, putting his books away neatly before checking his messages on his phone. You felt your heart stop for just a moment, and you just knew.

It was him.

And you knew it was when you called out his name, and he gave you that heart stopping grin that made your stomach hurt in the most wonderful way, just like it always had, though you had been too blinded to notice it before.

Two Roads Meet - Chapter 3

A/N: I feel like I haven’t updated this in ages. Oops o__o 

Summary: Phil Lester, a shy, poetic hipster, is talented at a lot of things; social interaction not being one of them. But when his best friend Tom, a popular socialite, wins a competition for a Road Trip, Phil suddenly finds himself meeting a whole new group of friends, including the total stud Dan Howell; a flirt-machine in a leather jacket. But will Phil’s awkwardly interesting personality intrigue Dan, or completely freak him out?



I’m meeting them all today, Diary.
I’m scared.
And kinda tired, too, actually.
I wonder what they all look like? Tom’s struck a few more names off of the list, which is… relieving. I don’t know. I hope they’re into the same stuff as me. It would be kind of awkward trying to make conversation with a stranger more interested in what’s in the charts than they are in having a conversation with me! Though, I’d still put it past Tom to invite anyone who went anywhere near Miley Cyrus and Robin Thicke. I hope so, anyway.
My hand’s tired from writing now. I need to stop songwriting by hand at 3 in the morning. That explains the tiredness, too.

Phil shut his diary, giving his right hand a well-deserved break as he slotted the little decorative book into his drawer, disguised under boring looking papers and his songwriting folder. He was running late, anyway, with only about 10 minutes to spare until he had to meet Tom and Dexter at the wondrously original Starbucks. He didn’t even like Starbucks coffee that much. It was okay. He’d drink it. But there are probably certain drinks he’d enjoy buying a lot more while pretending to look sociable with his two friends. It didn’t even really taste of coffee, anyway. More of some kind of warm, gingerbread-y liquid in fancy mugs.

But, y’know, social priorities.

He grabbed his jacket, the khaki green ‘Topman’ one, called up a few generic ‘Goodbye’ greetings to his mother, and shut the door behind himself, immediately pushing in his headphones and drowning out the dauntingly busy outside world with the best of Vampire Weekend.

He turned the brightness right down on his phone, preserving what little percentage of battery he had left while he could. It was already showing the nearly-empty red battery icon at the top-right corner of his screen, whilst flashing “20% battery remaining” every 5 minutes he had it locked. In all honesty, it probably wasted more battery by unnecessarily reminding him of something he was perfectly aware of.

Once he’d reached the small Starbucks on the corner of the street, what they’d refer to as ‘their’ Starbucks, he smoothed down his fringe and self-consciously adjusted his beanie, wanting to look at least half socially acceptable.

“Phil! Come here!” Dexter called out from a larger table round the corner of the café. Phil quickly ordered whatever latte he saw first, grabbed the cardboard take-away cup and hurried over to where they were seated.

At first glance at them sitting around the table, he was suddenly caught off-guard by the sight of two more additions; of whom he had no idea who they were. They halted their conversations as soon as they saw him, their small talk about seeing the 1975 in concert slowly fading out into awkwardly unfamiliar smiles in his direction, which he politely returned.

“Phil, sit.” Tom ordered, pointing at the leather seat next to him. He sat, gingerly placing the coffee on the table and his Hype backpack down beside himself. “I want to introduce you to these two. Ruby, Esmée, meet Phil. Phil, meet Ruby, and Esmée.”

The girl sitting nearest him, who he assumed was Ruby, flicked a strand of bright red hair over her pale shoulder and gave him a little nod of recognition.

“Hey.” She greeted politely, although he could feel her emerald-coloured eyes staring into him judgingly.

“Hiya, Phil.” Esmée grinned from next to Ruby. She looked almost the opposite, her black hair waving way past her shoulders and her dark brown eyes looking slightly friendlier as Phil glanced into them, returning the greeting.

Well, at least I haven’t been brutally murdered yet, Phil thought to himself as he took a deep breath and stared expectantly at the door over on the other side of the café, waiting for everyone else to arrive. Although he wasn’t exactly awaiting it, in the sense that he particularly wanted to be surrounded by a crowd of people to a similar age to him, only all a whole lot more confident, cooler, and better looking than him. He already felt very out of place wedged opposite these two people, almost in disbelief that in a matter of hours he’d be speeding down the road with them, sharing the road trip bus for the weeks of summer vacation. He guessed they’d have to try and get along with him as much as he wanted to get along with them, and he was also living off the hope that maybe he’d learn a few social skills off of them, like how to hold a decent conversation without painfully awkward pauses, and trying to walk anywhere smoothly without either stubbing his toe or falling over his own feet.

“So what about you?” Ruby turned to Phil suddenly, trying to include him in the conversation, although he had been so wrapped up in his own thoughts of how out of place he was right now, he’d been completely out of the loop for the past five minutes.

“What?” He jumped back into his conscious mind, feeling his face turning red as their eyes turned to him expectantly.

“Were you at Jake’s 18th…?” Esmée raised her slim, dark eyebrows at Phil.

“Oh, I- er…”

“Nah, Phil couldn’t make it. He had a gathering at his neighbour’s that he had to go to. Isn’t that right?” Tom saved his social suicide by tactfully stepping in, reaching under the table and giving his hand a quick, friendly squeeze of reassurance. Phil grinned, flooded with sudden relief about making such a lucky escape from yet another case of complete social suicide within the first 5 minutes of making an impression, which didn’t go too well anyway let alone along with the help of admitting he wasn’t even capable of going to any parties at all, not even his hypothetical neighbour’s gathering.

“Oh, right. Okay.” Esmée shot a quick glance at Tom, then at Phil. “Well, you should’ve been there. It was mental.”

“You can say that again.” Ruby widened her eyes with a memory. “Oh god, remember the wedding present?! And the vase that you-…” 
They continued reminiscing and discussing memories Phil had no involvement in, so he was left with not much else to do other than smile, nod, pretend to look surprised and let out a little false laughter every now and again.

“No wonder Jake never invited any of us back.” Tom chuckled, causing the two girls to giggle in agreement.

Before Phil could pretend to pay attention to anything else, the café door suddenly opened with a small jingle of the bell above the door frame, and a much larger crowd of people a similar age to him entered. His hands clammed up coldly as he noticed the sheer amount of people there were, and his predictions were almost completely accurate based on appearance and first impressions of them. They all looked like they could’ve participated in the trashing of Jake’s house, and the ruining of a seemingly very expensive wedding present that had been spoken of. What crazy party anecdotes did he have, though? He needed to think of at least something mildly exciting to impress this crowd surging into the tiny Starbucks they were sat in. But what was considered exciting for them? He knew the most exciting thing that had happened to him over the past week was getting a new set of picks for his guitar, but that wasn’t really something he could grip everyone’s attention over across the coffee table. He figured he’d try to make a lot more of a background role than get involved in any ‘party talk’. They’d hardly know he’s here.

The awkward silence hanging over them a matter of seconds ago was replaced by a dramatic difference of a flood of different voices, all holding different conversations with a number of several unfamiliar faces, and then, suddenly, Phil, completely flustered, in the midst of all of the sudden action that everyone else had considered completely normal just getting on with it without a second thought.

Well, maybe it would help if you knew a few people here. His mind spoke up, and he couldn’t argue against it. He knew this was wrong. He knew he should’ve stayed at home. This was precisely the type of situation he’d look back on in a couple of months and shudder with regret. He should’ve told Tom this was a mistake while he still could, but he knew it was far too late to do anything about it now; he had all his luggage packed and ready at home. Obviously.

“Someone’s the picture of joy and cheer today.” Tom smirked, plonking himself back down next to him and studying Phil’s expression. “What’s up? Come and introduce yourself.”

“Tom I-… I don’t think this is right,” he shook his head as Tom pointed his glance over to one of the most intimidating looking guys, surrounded by a cloud of even more intimidating girls.

“Don’t think what’s right?” Tom tilted his head to the side. “Come on, Phil, everyone barely even knows you. And you barely know them, either. At least try and make an effort.” He tugged at Phil’s wrist.

“I know, I know. It’s just…” he took a deep breath and dared to divert his eyes across the swarm of people. “I don’t fit in. They’re all about parties, and trashing houses, and getting drunk and-… and…”

Tom burst out laughing suddenly. “Phil?”

“What?” Phil replied, feeling himself blushing fiercely as he felt Tom laugh in his face. “That wasn’t meant to be so comedic.”

“Oh, Phil, we were only messing around. So what if you haven’t been to a few parties? There’s more to these people than whose wedding present they’ve trashed.” Tom tugged at his wrist again. “Come on. Just try.”

Phil let out a groan of reluctance, but let Tom pull him over. They darted through a maze of socialization until they’d reached the far corner of the table, with a small group of the same girls Phil had seen earlier who seemed to all be paying complete, undivided attention to whatever the intimidating guy was waffling on about.

“So then we figured the truck would be a bad idea, so we had to stick with my uncle’s van. But it still drove us there, fine. And oh my god, that night wa- alright, Tom? How are you?!” He suddenly diverted his attention as soon as he caught sight of Tom, who pulled him in for a quick hug. Phil hid behind his extroverted friend, trying to make himself seem as invisible as possible.

“I’m good, man. All set?” Tom said, sitting himself down on the leather sofa, and Phil felt obliged to copy him, keeping his eyes locked firmly to his near-dead phone, as if the digital world of Instagram could somehow devour him into the screen, out of this painfully uncomfortable situation he was currently in.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re all set too, aren’t you girls?” He smirked to the crowd who all urgently responded at once, as soon as he did so much as laid eyes on them. It was like watching Harry Styles try to teach a class of 15 year old ‘Directioners‘.

“Oh, yeah!”
“Can I sit next to you, Dan?” 
“I’m so excited for the…” 
“I’m going to wear this really nice dress for the campfire.”

Phil raised his eyebrows discreetly at the number of girls Dan had completely captivated. He had each and every giggly, long-haired beauty wrapped around his little finger. And when Phil stole a glance up to his face, he suddenly understood why.

He was extremely, extremely good looking, but very much in a waxwork, Ken-doll kind of way. He had sleek brown hair, perfectly straight and very craftily shaped in a side-fringe to flatter his best features. His large, brown eyes shone prominently in the golden glow of the lamp in the corner of Starbucks, reflecting off his absolutely flawless, tanned skin to define every crevice of his sculpted face. He looked undeniably beautiful. But in a way that made him seem like less of a human, and more like a young Greek God. 
The brown eyes flashed straight into Phil’s for a few seconds, sending uncomfortable shudders running through every nerve ending of his body.

“Yeah, the campfires are going to be good.” Dan nodded, glancing at Tom. “Don’t suppose you’ve found anyone to do the guitar-y business, have you?”

It’s called playing a guitar.

“I beg to differ.” Tom contradicted, nodding in Phil’s direction. “Phil, here, he’s a right little talented musician. Aren’t you?” He dug his elbow into Phil’s ribs, trying to get him to say something.

“Yeah, well, I’ll believe that when I see it.” Dan scoffed unkindly, sending giggles from all the other girls rippling through the crowd. Phil whipped his phone out as a nervous reflex, trying desperately hard to hide his burning blush although he really didn’t know who he was kidding anymore. He stared at Instagram, willing himself to be standing on a trap door that could somehow give way. Now.

“Well, you will. You’ll serenade us, won’t you, Phil?” Tom elbowed Phil harder, as if he were trying to physically poke a hole through him and pull words out of it.

“If you’re lucky.” Sudden sass slipped out of him.

Dan looked genuinely surprised, his perfectly plucked eyebrows raised at Phil, and all the girls suddenly turning his way to see what his next reaction would be, watching him like hawks in designer cardigans. Judging by his, and Tom’s surprise, it was plain to see that Tom had possibly been giving him a little description of Phil before they’d met; what he looked like, and his mannerisms – which he had obviously just completely contradicted.

“Well.” Dan cleared his throat. “I hope we will be lucky, then.”

It was almost as if Phil had caught him off guard.

“Yeah.” Tom added. “I hope so too. Phil’s brilliant at the guitar. Writes his own songs, and music, too.”

“Tom!” Phil hissed indignantly, feeling himself blush again. He certainly didn’t want doll-boy going through his songwriting book, let alone listening to him playing the guitar.

“Oh, really?” Dan seemed like he was taking a genuine interest now, although Phil was still very much convinced otherwise. “Like what?”

“It’s boring, really.” Phil mumbled, ducking his head. “You wouldn’t want to hear it.”

“I would.” Tom said, raising his eyebrows at him. “Are you going to play some of the stuff you’ve written?”

“No!” Phil refused, outraged at even so much as the thought. His songs were strictly private, and were never to be played outside of his bedroom or whenever he wasn’t home alone. If Dan, or any of the girls were to do so much as peek into his songbook, they’d probably stay outside a five mile radius of him, forever. 

“Oh, okay.” Dan said. “I guess our luck ran out.”

Phil glared at Tom, wishing he’d never brought up the songwriting thing. It was bad enough playing the guitar, but he didn’t want anyone else knowing about any songs he played other than stuff that absolutely was not written by him, lyrics or otherwise. He’d thought playing songs such as Sweet Home Alabama around a spitting campfire to these people was bad enough.

“What are you going to play, then?” Dan tilted his head, and Phil hated the way his eyes penetrated into his, making him feel queasy with nerves.

“Oh, I dunno.” Phil mumbled. “Whatever anyone wants, I guess.”

“Well, these lot hate the kinda music I’m into.” Dan smirked, a dimple emerging in the middle of his left cheek.

I don’t!” One of the girls piped up, outraged that Dan had generalized her in such a vague category.

Dan glanced at her blankly, before turning back to Phil. “So I guess you probably would, too.”

Phil narrowed his eyes. Dan looked like the kind of guy into such obscure underground bands that even the “indiest” of “indie kids” would have no idea about.

“Try.” Phil shrugged, trying to act as casual as possible.

“Don’t suppose you like any of the stuff by ‘The Maine‘?” Dan asked doubtfully, taking Phil by complete surprise. Beneath his well-composed image of music taste, The Maine were way up in his top 3 favourite guilty pleasures. He was in a state of awe that this model-human would go anywhere near that kind of music.

Phil nodded bashfully, hiding his expression from Tom’s suspicious eyes.

“No! Seriously? I thought they would be way out of… your league,” he raised his eyebrows at Tom and Phil, before asking him more. “Favourite album?”

“Er, probably Pioneer. Although I really liked Black and White…” Phil replied, avoiding the vacant, shifting gaze from the girls between Dan and him.

“Yeah, I liked that one, too!” The same girl flicked her blonde waves in Phil’s face to try and edge up closer towards Dan. He stiffened as she tried to nudge her shoulder under his arm, obviously hoping he would put his arm around her.

“Mhm.” He glanced down at her, and back up at Phil. “Pioneer. Yeah. That’s definitely the best they’ve done, I think.”

Phil nodded in agreement, eyeing the girl up and down as she shot a little white grin towards Dan, her blue eyes sparkling prettily at him. He returned the grin, but still refrained from putting his arm around her. The other girls glared at her, as if she was completely hogging their slim chances of being in her position, nudged up next to Dan. In his opinion, it didn’t look like such a desirable position to be in, anyway, and he personally didn’t exactly understand their envy. But then again, he wasn’t a pretty, teenage female who craved his attention.

But at least he had a good music taste. Phil will give him that.


“So, you and Dan seemed to have hit it off.” Tom raised his eyebrows once they were standing around the pavement after their Starbucks gathering.

“Oh, leave it out.” Phil scoffed, screwing his face up. “We just have one common band we like. That doesn’t make us the ultimate soulmates of the year.”

“Well, I told you there’s more to these people then their parties. Who would’ve known old pin-up boy was into that kind of music?” Tom chuckled, rolling his eyes at him as they leaned on the café window.

Phil’s phone suddenly buzzed, and as he pulled it out of his pocket, what he thought was a possible text, was more realistically just a “3% remaining” warning. It was really beginning to struggle to even project a screen of the lowest brightness, anymore, let alone hold a decent phonecall.

“Oh, shit. I’m gonna get a headstart home to get my charger. I‘ll see you in about an hour, yeah? Back here?” Phil said to Tom as he nodded, before hitting the pavement in the direction of his house, trying to dial his mum’s number in the dangerously small amount of battery he was trying to survive on. As soon as he was about to hit ‘Call’, his phone completely cut off, and he was staring at a black screen with no response to the violent stabs of the Lock button on the top of his phone. It was completely dead, and although he knew no frustration could bring it back to life, he found it hard to resist throwing the stupid machine at the brick wall. He only charged it yesterday night, and he hadn’t exactly been doing anything major to run the battery out so dramatically. Fuck you, Apple.

“Oh, you piece of shit!” He settled for shouting at the inanimate object, earning a concerned stare from a woman pushing a pram down the opposite side of the pavement, who quickly proceeded to cross the road in order to avoid him.

“Want to borrow mine?” Phil suddenly heard a velvety voice pipe up from behind him. He jumped and swivelled round to find a godlike figure standing a few feet away from him, smirking at his near-terrified expression. Dan.

“Er- well, okay. If you’re sure.” Phil babbled, still in shock of his sudden appearance.

“If I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t be the one offering,” Dan chuckled at his awkwardness, and Phil hoped the dark night sky could camouflage his blush somehow. Dan gracefully whipped out an iPhone 5S in the champagne colour, unlocking it with his fingerprint and handing it to him on the dial button. Phil was so terrified of dropping it that his hands began shaking with sheer concentration of not doing that, as well as the general nerves. His phone was still warm from his touch, and as Phil held it up to his ear, he could smell his cologne lingering faintly on it.

“Yes, hello? Who is this?”

“Mum, it’s me. Phil. I’m using… someone else’s phone. Mine‘s dead.”

“Oh, Phil.” He could hear the relief in her voice as soon as he had mentioned someone else who wasn’t Dexter or Tom. “Okay. Well, when are you coming back?”

“Like, now. I’ll be home in 10 minutes. See you later.”

He disconnected, scared of wasting too much of Dan’s credit on such a pointless phonecall.

“Here you go,” Phil handed the phone back, watching as he shoved it back into the pocket of his dark wash skinny jeans. “Thanks for letting me use it,” he shyly thanked him, terrified of any awkward silences they might inevitable fall into, so he made it look like he was at least trying to be in a hurry to get home.

“S’alright. I’d better get home, too.”

“Yeah…” he nodded, feeling the dreaded silence creep over us.

“So… I’ll see you in a few hours, I guess?” Dan shrugged, as if having these conversations and lending people his phone was the most normal and casual gesture he could give.

Well, that’s probably because it was. That’s what it was like for people with some kind of status of popularity. Although Dan was verging on the fine line between extreme popularity and small celebrity.

“Yeah, okay,” Phil glanced up to his eyes, which were already staring straight into his own, the bold, deep brown colour glittering in the soft, amber glow of the streetlight. “Bye.”

His eyes glittered again as his mouth crinkled into a crooked smile, his dimple making a re-appearance that had the ability to make hundreds of girls swoon. They stayed, stood in silence for a few more minutes, simply studying each other, before Dan gave him one last grin, and slowly turned the other way, heading the opposite direction as Phil found himself staring after him.

Phil realised it was the first time he’d ever been in a silence that wasn’t actually painfully awkward.


First Serve (Kihyun Fanfiction)

Originally posted by kihyeun

Genre: Sports AU, romance, fluff, angst.

Summary: He was your biggest competition, the one you could never beat. You were not just another tennis competitor to him, you were the girl who he wanted to know more about. He wanted to uncover just what you were behind your tennis racket.


The Clan (Minhyuk Fanfiction)/ Intermission (Wonho Fanfiction)/Follow Me (Changkyun Fanfiction)/Marry Me at The Space Station (Minhyuk/Mysme Fanfiction)

Chapter One

     The scorching sun blazed down on your back as you side stepped from one side of the court to the other, your knees bent slightly and your racket held tightly in your two hands. Your trainer picked up a tennis ball from the basket next to him and served it in your direction. You immediately started running across the court in response, focusing all your strength into the swing of your arms. A simple throw had turned into a heated match within the first minute.

     “Good job, Y/N! If you play the same way in the tennis tournament, you’ll be number one for sure.” Your trainer, Yesung, motivated you as you walked over to the bench on the side and plopped down on it. You grabbed your bottle and uncapped it, drinking long and thirsty gulps of water.

     The Wimbledon Championships, a worldwide renowned tennis competition, was being held that weekend. Professional athletes travelled from around the world to attend and participate annually, their goal being the grand trophy proving their years of hard work. You had trained your whole life to win. Ever since you were a child, your parents had put you in classes; their dream was for you to become the best competitor in the world. However, you were yet to fulfil their hopes and wishes, for you ended up in second place ever since the start of your career.

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Strange Love

Originally posted by 13-to-17

Wonwoo AU

Creeping, creeping, creeping…

Warning: Cliche as fuck, and kinda based on Boys Over Flowers (Sorry not sorry, because nothing is more monstrous than crimped hair…)

Happy Reading Hornies!

He says “Oh, baby girl, don’t get cut on my edges
I’m the king of everything and oh, my tongue is a weapon
There’s a light in the crack that’s separating your thighs
And if you wanna go to heaven you should fuck me tonight” -Halsey

Your head was down as you walked through the halls, pulling your sweater over your fingers and hunching your head to make you appear small and unnoticeable.  You approached your locker and opened it, slipping your bag inside and grabbing the books you would need for first period.

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