prefered them when they were like this though

Negative things about the signs
  • Aries: Why must you be so damn impatient? When someone is speaking and they are speaking kind of slow for your taste or whatever you interrupt them and start talking about something else, preferably about yourself. Just no.
  • Taurus: Ok girl just chill, you are not always right and even though you know you're not you're just too damn stubborn to admit it that you were wrong. Seriously chill.
  • Gemini: Omg make up your damn mind, do you want this or do you want that? You can't play people like that. Oh and think before you speak because you tend to hurt people's feelings because you're not really thinking that it might hurt them or just don't care. Please no more.
  • Cancer: Oh dear Cancer please don't take everything so harshly. Not everyone is out to get you, you know? And even though someone tells you that you need to improve on something it doesn't mean you are a failure and should give up on everything. Not everything is that black and white.
  • Leo: Oh my god. Why are you like this? You don't have to act so egoistical all the time because in reality you are just so damn insecure. You get angry too quickly and are way too possessive. You might scare people off if you keep acting like that.
  • Virgo: You're very dismissive when things aren't going your way and if you don't think something is perfect you judge people really harshly. And for some reason this doesn't apply to you. Hypocrite much?
  • Libra: You may act all nice but in reality you are the biggest gossiper out of all the zodiac signs. You might even backstab people and not realise that you are actually in the wrong and not the one you were just "gossiping" about. You're pretty shady my guy.
  • Scorpio: You're pretty manipulative and you don't even realise it. Things have to go your way. Also you must take revenge on someone who wronged you 10 years ago. Relax and drink water or something. The person who wronged you has probably forgotten anyways.
  • Sagittarius: Well...you people are pretty moody. Actually you are in a great mood most of the time but when something isn't going your way you get reaaaallllyyyy moody. And everyone will know about it because you take it out on everybody. Even that guy in the store you don't know has to know and feel that you aren't in a good mood.
  • Capricorn: You never take responsibility for anything that happens in your life. If something happens you make someone elsa take care of it for you because well it wasn't your problem. Or so you believe.
  • Aquarius: You're sooooo...Unpredictable! What's going on in that head of yours!? Where are you going? Anywhere you feel like going. Please stop.
  • Pisces: If I'm going to be completely honest with you, you can be a total bitch when something you want just isn't happening. Also overly emotional. You cry over everything! Honey, get a grip!
Hatefuck C.H.

This imagine is based on this song

You can read part 2 here

Trigger Warning: it contains smut and swearing 

Word count: 2,5k+

A/N: I’m thinking about doing a second part to this. Should i? Anyway, hope you like it.  


Heartbreak.

That was the only thing I could feel in that moment. Life was slipping through my fingers and I couldn’t do anything about it. All I could seem to do was sitting on the floor, trying to stop the tears from falling.

Numbness came right after. The tears had already dried; my swollen eyes could hardly see anything. I heard the noise that came from the TV, my chest hurt. Everything was a blur, and not only because I couldn’t see anything because of the tears, but because my mind wasn’t even thinking straight. Trying to steady my breathing, I looked around my apartment. There were smashed dishes lying around the floor, a few picture frames also accompanied them.

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You’re Not Tall Enough; 2320 words
[AO3]

Usually Even hated being around drunk people when he was sober.

Truth be told, he wasn’t actually that keen on drunk people when he was drunk either.  Alcohol had never really been his thing; he had always preferred something a bit, uh, greener.

But seeing Isak absolutely wasted was proving more amusing than anything else Even could remember in recent history.  He was currently stood up on the sofa with Eva – it was always Eva who pushed Isak over the edge from drunk to wasted – racing her to finish a cup of some horrifyingly strong concoction Vilde had created.  Everyone was crowded around them chanting drink drink drink like some ridiculous TV show scene.

What wasn’t ridiculous, though, was the delighted look on Isak’s face when he swallowed down the last of his drink and tossed the cup aside.  His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were bright and he was smiling so wide that Even didn’t even care that he’d be nursing a hungover Isak for the entirety of the next day.

He’d do anything to see Isak’s face lit up like that.

He joined the rest of the crowd in cheering for Isak, who was up on the sofa basking in his moment of glory that he probably wouldn’t remember the next day.

When people asked later how he knew what was about to happen he tells them he knew from the way Isak blinked.  One second his eyes were bright, but after an uncoordinated looking blink they were completely vacant and Even was surging forwards with the bin firmly in his grasp.

He thrust the receptacle into Isak’s face mere seconds before his boyfriend lurched forwards and vomited.  The crowd that had been cheering him and Eva on quickly dispersed, not wanting to be in the splash zone.  Even was vaguely aware of Eva squealing that Isak throwing up meant she was the real winner seeing as she’d held her liquor, but he was a bit too preoccupied with keeping the bin under Isak’s chin to defend his boyfriend’s honour as the rightful winner.

Once Isak stopped retching Even walked him slowly away from the main bustle of the party.  He ended up sitting a very drunk Isak down on Eva’s doorstep with the bin in his lap, hoping the cool night air would sober him up a bit.

“Still having fun, baby?” Even couldn’t help but teasing as he knelt in front of Isak.

“Don’t call me that, I have a boyfriend!” Isak slurred.  He managed to sound outraged even in his drunken state.

“I know?  I am the boyfriend?” Even frowned.  Isak stared hard at him; his lips were pursed in a very unimpressed fashion and his alcohol-glazed eyes managed to convey a severe lack of belief at Even’s statement.

“You’re not tall enough t’be my boyfriend.” Isak shook his head for a second before groaning and doubling back over the bin, retching some more.  And damn, that was the first time in his life Even had been told he wasn’t tall enough for something.

“I’m crouching, Isak.  You’re sat down?” Even tried to explain as he rubbed Isak’s back, but Isak was having none of it.

“No, no!  Even didn’t want t’come out tonight; he’s at home!” Isak insisted.  And yeah, okay, Even hadn’t really wanted to watch all his friends get blitzed when he was just coming out of a depressed few weeks but he also didn’t want to be apart from Isak when he was finally feeling like himself again.

“You know what: I think it’s time we got you home.” Even suggested.  If Isak was so drunk he couldn’t even recognise his boyfriend of almost a year then it was probably time to call it a night.

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Some of my ARMS head cannons

Spring Man
- rock climbing is a hobby of his
- he’s really good at it too
- will take the time to train with other ARMS fighters (or any fighters in general) to give them pointers
- has gotten tangled up in his arms numerous times (everyone probably has, tbh)
- once got kicked out of a pizza buffet place for eating too much pizza
- has probably gotten kicked out of lots of other places (including Min Min’s family’s shop) for eating too much
- gets up early to spend a ridiculous amount of time getting his hair the way it looks
- either that or it’s part of his ARMS mutation and made of actual spring
- has probably tried every possible combination of pizza and liked them all
- probably helps kids with ARMS adjust to their new mutation
- went through a short phase where he tried to fight crime or be a super hero or something

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Second Chances

Words: 10.1k

Genre: Fluff / Soulmate AU

Warnings: slight description of a panic attack, swearing

Description:  Soulmate AU in which you get to see colours when you kiss your soulmate. Dan has a particularity.

Read on AO3 / @cuddlesphan made a moodboard for this and I’m crying


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Corrupted by the example of his brothers, even King Aegon’s youngest son Prince Daeron vexed his father in like manner.  Though betrothed to Lady Olenna Redwyne of the Arbor when both of them were nine, Prince Daeron repudiated the match in 246 AC, when he was eighteen…though in his case, there appears to have been no other woman, for Daeron remained unwed throughout the remainder of his short life.  A born soldier who rejoiced in tournament and battle, he preferred the companionship of Ser Jeremy Norridge, a dashing young knight who had been with the prince since the two of them were squires together at Highgarden.  Prince Daeron brought to his father, Aegon, an altogether deeper sort of grief when he was killed in battle in 251 AC, leading an army against the Rat, the Hawk, and the Pig.  Ser Jeremy died at his side, but the rebellion was quashed, and the rebels slain or hanged.

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Steve x Reader

Word count: 1308

Summary: Fluffy, reader comforting Steve… that’s it really

A/N: HEY guys!!  I’m sorry I haven’t posted anything in awhile, just nothing has been coming to be writing wise, but I’m so happy I came up with this story!! I really enjoyed how it came out and hope this was the beginning of a writing streak lol. Anyway I really hope you enjoy this fic <3

Originally posted by esgaroths

Walking onto the quinjet you where exhausted. It had only been a few weeks since Tony and Steve came back together and got the Avengers initiative up and running again. In those weeks you had had 10 missions, all varying in length and with those missions there had been countless more arguments. Everyone had their turn, you had yelled at each of them once most of them time to get them to stop arguing and focus on the damn mission.

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Happier

Kind of inspired by Ed Sheeran’s “Happier” | gif credit

requested? nope, it’s been sitting in my drafts for quite some time now

pairing: Sirius x reader

Summary: Sirius’ girlfriend seems to be happier without him.

warnings: none

words: over 1.2k

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“Thank you so much for your notes, you saved my life, Rem!” the girl said overdramatically, her genuine smile making Remus smile as well. 

“Not a problem, really,” he put his notebook inside his bag, before looking at Y/N, “so, how are you doing?”

“Good, passed all my exams, but I’m so busy with studying, thou-”

      Remus stopped her mid-sentence, “you know I’m not talking about school, Y/N/N,” his look was full of sympathy. Her smile faded for a second, her eyes focusing on her shoes, as images of her and Sirius suddenly started running through her mind, before she coughed lightly.

“Uh-you, um, do you remember that guy from my Potions class? That blond Ravenclaw?” she started uneasily, looking up at him with her cheeks slightly tinted with pink.

“Yeah, his name was Thomas, right?” he furrowed his eyebrows, stuffing his hands inside the pockets of his pants, rocking lightly on his feet. The girl nodded shyly, before scratching her neck nervously, “he asked me out last Monday.”

      Remus was taken aback, his lips slightly parted. He wasn’t expecting such an answer. It’s not like he didn’t want her to be happy but he did want her and Sirius to get back together. You see, the couple broke up a good month or so ago, and with the pain that Sirius’ words brought, it didn’t seem like Y/N would ever want him back. 

      While the marauders were busy helping Sirius, Remus often stole glances at the poor girl. She was spending a lot of time alone, pushing her girl friends away. He was happy when he noticed her slowly getting better, which you couldn’t say about Sirius who was still beating himself up. 

      Although Remus wasn’t very happy when he saw other boys taking their interest in her, mostly because he knew how bad Sirius was handling the break up, that he actually well deserved, and he knew these two were made for each other, he did want her to be happy and if it meant moving on, he was going to support her.

“Oh-wow, that’s great!”

“-and I said yes, Rem,” she added anxiously, he could notice how her hands were shaking. She was waiting for him to say something, not entirely sure what exactly. She wasn’t even sure why she was telling him this. Was it because she wanted someone to be happy for her? Or maybe because she hoped he would tell Sirius?

“Well, I’m glad you did, you deserve to be happy and if that’s what makes you happy, then go for it, “ he gave her a warm smile, her own lips turning into one, as she launched forward and hugged the much taller boy around his waist, her face pressed against his chest. After a second or two she felt his arms wrap around her form, returning the hug. 

      She considered Remus as one of her best friend, she had a great bound with him and missed his pressence due to the unfortunate events between her and Sirius, but she preferred to keep her distance from the group, though she could honestly call them all her closest friends, which only increased the pain after the break up as she felt like she not only lost her boyfriend, but also her friends.

“Thank you,” she looked up at him when she pulled back, “I gotta go now, I’ll see you around later, yeah?” she asked happily while already slowly walking away, books clutched to her chest.

“Sure thing!” He waved before turning around and going to his dormitory, where the rest of the boys were hanging out. 

      A few days later, the marauders were done with their classes for the day and decided to spend it outdoors, due to the amazing weather. Remus was sitting on a bench with Peter next to him, while James and Sirius were standing in front of them.

      Sirius hasn’t noticed a very angry looking Y/N storming his way, as he was too busy laughing with James and Peter about how he pranked a certain Ravenclaw boy, making his head much, much bigger. The reason behind all of this was, obviously, the fact that he saw Thomas hug you from behind and then kiss your cheek quickly, which made Sirius’ heart hurt. What wasn’t helping was how happy you looked with him, when it should be Sirius making you feel this way.

      Remus quickly kicked Sirius just below his knee and nodded his heads towards you, making the black haired boy turn around, his wide grin quickly fading. 

 “Would you mind explaining to me what happened to Thomas this morning?” she greeted through her teeth, glaring at the boy.

      He tried to look innocent, his eyebrows raised and a confused look visible on his face, though he gulped nervously, knowing she knew him better than anyone else. “What do you mean?”

“You’re such an asshole, Sirius!” she spat, fuming with anger. She didn’t really care whether she was making a scene or not, not really bothered by the marauders now standing quietly behind Sirius. “I can’t believe you!” She felt tears appear in the corner of her eyes, but holding it all together, not wanting to cry in front of him. Not again. Not because of him.

“I mean, this guys deser-”

“Do you always have to ruin everything?!” She yelled suddenly, her small form not being adequate to her voice. Hot and angry tears fell down her cheeks, not being held back anymore, and she quickly wiped them with the end of her sleeve.

“Y/N, listen-” he tried to reason with her, maybe show her how Thomas wasn’t good enough for her, tell her how he loved her, how he missed her, and how he needed her back in his life. He took a step towards her, arms open but she took a step back raising her hands up to keep him at distance. 

“Don’t. Just, please, leave me and people who I am close with alone. You said you never needed me in your life, right? And now I finally feel like I am the one who doesn’t need the other anymore. So, please, let me move on since you never even loved me and let me be happy,” her lips were trembling with every word that came out of her mind, more tears falling down her cheeks. Damn, she wasn’t expecting this to hurt so much.

        The four boys didn’t know what to say to make things better. Sirius was desperately trying to find something to say, to make you stay and listen to him. But he couldn’t.

“Hey, maybe-,” James started, taking a step forward, nbow standing between Sirius and Y/N.

“No, I’m done, James,” her voice was back to being normal, “I’m sorry, guys.” She looked at three boys, making sure not to give Sirius even a glance, “I hope you can understand me.”

         She smiled sadly before she weakly waved at them and turned on her heel to get back to the castle, wanting to get away from the terrible pain as quickly as possible.

         When the girl wasn’t in sight anymore, Sirius let out a long list of frustrated curses.

“So, are you gonna let her go now?” James brought up the question each boy was thinking about.

         But Sirius didn’t know what he was going to do, yet. Seeing her so broken after what he’s done to that stupid boy he wanted to let her be happy, but the feeling in his heart told him that he still wanted to fix things between them.

Fanfiction - Scalpel & Needle

@mary-waitforit-lou: Maybe a From Hate to Love au, at first they can’t stand each other and then…

I asked for prompts a few days back and immediately felt the need to write this one. It’s a classical trope that I feel can be quite interesting. I received a couple of other ideas, that are already in store - some are meant to go later into my existing works. Thank you for inspiring me!

Scalpel & Needle (Part I)

“I’d be bloody thankful if you didn’t come into my OR like some kind of unwanted saviour and start to order me around!” Claire snarled, ripping off her surgical cap, her curls exploding in the air after sudden liberation, her hair bobble tearing with an audible “pop!”. “I didn’t ask for your help!”

“The patient was crashing.” Jamie tried to explain, remaining eerily calm in spite of the angry woman facing him, looking like a rattlesnake ready to pounce. “Ye couldna possibly deal with all those bleeders. I thought a second pair of hands…”

“I already had a second surgeon!” She hissed, pointing at the frightened young resident who had sought refuge against the wall, clearly wishing to be swallowed by it – and away from the two galvanized surgeons. “I was in control, using the technique I prefer! But you decided to come and show off, like some goddam star!”

“I was only trying to help, lass.” He grunted, gripping his fists. His blue eyes were dark and dangerous, tumultuous seas waiting for ships to wreck on their waves. “It seems to me ye have a bit of a problem admitting when ye need help and it’s perfectly…”

“Oh, you bastard!” Claire roared, advancing to face him – even though he had the clear advantage of his imposing height. “Don’t you dare call me “lass”, as you do to the young nurses, melting them away to do your biding. Stop pretending you know the first thing about me! You just want to please the board, so they’ll give you the most challenging cases!”

“I couldna care less about the board, Doctor Beauchamp.” Jamie said through clenched teeth. “Ye should be thanking me that the patient isna heading to the morgue - instead ye’re yelling at me like a mad banshee, because I wounded yer pride.”

Claire’s cheeks were throbbing with heat, her chest constricted with a fury she couldn’t even begin to understand. She raised her index finger and poked him on the chest, wielding it like a dangerous dagger. “Stay the hell away from me and my OR, Fraser. I mean it!”

Mallaichte bas! Fine!” He roared, raising his hands in exasperation. “I won’t meddle again, as much as I think ye might need it. Ye blind woman, stubborn as a mule…” And he reverted to clipped Gaidhlig, grumbling in a low voice as he strode down the hallway.

“Claire!” She heard the voice of her friend, Geillis Duncan, gaping at her with her mouth noticeably ajar. Claire was panting, her vision almost blurred from anger, as she contemplated James Fraser retreating with a cold satisfaction. “What’s this ruckus all about? Is something amiss?”

“Just my esteemed colleague, James Fraser, being an insufferable prick.” She glared at the other people surrounding her, frozen in contemplation of the spectacle, silently warning them to return to their own business. “I really don’t know how someone can be as egocentric, misogynistic, smug…”

“Well, don’t hold anything back, darling.” Geillis laughed, gently pushing her by the arm to a nearby resting room. “Yer feud with the man is becoming legendary. There’s probably people placing money to bet on yer next fight.”

“Someone has to show him he’s not even half as impressive as he fancies himself to be.” Claire puffed, filling a glass with cold water from the machine in the corner and drinking it down.

“Most people think him charming, Claire.” The nurse pointed, sitting on the small couch – a myriad of unidentifiable stains garnishing the old fabric. “A verra capable surgeon, kind and concerned with his patients, humble but with a sharp mind, and a brilliant sense of humour.”

“Damn Geillis, don’t you hold anything back either.” She rolled her eyes in disbelief. “One would think you very enthralled by the man.”

“Everyone – well, every lass and probably John Grey too – kind of is.” The redheaded girl gave her a mischievous smile. “That is one hell of a ginger fox, Claire. How can ye not want to ride that…”

“That’s quite enough, thank you!” Claire hawked and tried to tame down her revolting hair with her fingertips. “I happen to be immune to whatever spell he has been casting around here.”

“I just don’t understand why ye hate him so much.” The nurse looked at her with studying eyes, slightly biting her index finger, her nails a gaudy shade of pink. “Are you trying to conceal the fact that ye actually find him attractive?” She said in a soft voice. “I know that after Frank it’s hard for ye to…”

“Don’t.” Claire said in a serious voice, the shadow of a smile gone from her face. “Don’t say that. This has nothing to do with Frank. I just don’t see what you see, that’s all.”

“Alright, I’ll let the subject go – for now.” Geillis stretched herself like a cat and grinned, preparing to resume her work. “Drinks tonight at Leoch’s?”

“Sure.” Claire nodded absentmindedly, already studying her next patient’s chart. “I’ll meet you there after I finish my colectomy.”

“Behave until then, ye hear me!” She warned Claire, leaving her alone to face another surgery.

****

Claire opened her locker, blood pulsing rapid inside her vessels, so much so she felt the tidal waves of blood on her temples. Like she had foresaw, a lonely envelope was there, a bit crumpled after being pushed through the small gap. With shaking hands and a smile of anticipation, she opened it.

“It has come to my attention that you had a rough day. I’m sorry to hear it. I thought I would make it a little better – but this time I’m borrowing the words of a wiser man.

«My struggle is harsh and I come back with eyes tired at times from having seen the unchanging earth,

But when your laughter enters it rises to the sky seeking me

And it opens for me all the doors of life.»

I hope to see it again soon. I shall miss your laughter every second you hide it away.

With l Yours,

Scalpel”

It had started six months before. On a day when night had forgotten to go away, leaving everything immersed in shadows, rain pounding over the roof like a furious fist banging.

She had lost a patient that day. She recalled it vividly, because it had been the first since she had moved to Edinburgh. Not only that – it had been a young woman, with the same hopes and dreams that she had, heart broken into a million pieces but still hopeful. Losing her had been like losing a piece of herself, an entire world shattered away under the lights of the OR.

Claire accepted the sympathetic words of her colleagues, the gentle hands that touched her back, assuring her that not every battle was meant to be won. But she had lost – so brutally, so completely, so painfully. She walked to the locker room and bolted the door, allowed herself to cry on the floor, to sob until her heart had melted and gone away.

When she opened her locker to retrieve her things at the end of her shift, she had found a sketch there, pencil on paper like the tears on her cheeks. Someone drew a hand – elegant fingers with a thin wrist, which eerily reminded her of her own – holding a scalpel. And touching her palm underneath it, as if the fragile scalpel had been too heavy to hold on her own, a second hand helped her to hold it. The touching image – it had brought tears to Claire’s eyes – had been signed in a crooked handwriting. “Scalpel”.

The drawing had been on her nightstand since that day, a reminder that someone out there truly understood – knew – the loneliness of her work, the hardships she endured and how much she needed a presence to hold her when her strength failed her.

The second gift came a week after that – a pressed blue flower, perfectly preserved, clearly saved for quite some time between the pages of a book. Claire inhaled it, hungry for the perfume and words still trapped in it. A short note came with it – “Will you make a home for it with you? Scalpel”.

After a few weeks – time in which she had received poems, caricatures and photos of landscapes – she decided that her secret friend – for the mysterious person clearly meant to forge a relationship with her through those small tokens – deserved an answer.

She had scribbled it at home, sitting at her desk – the pressed flower next to her, on top of an organized pile of paper – and left it lodged on the door of her locker, where he’d certainly find it.

“Dear Scalpel,

I’m not sure why you think me deserving of such kind attentions, but I have to say you seem to read my mind! Not only I find everything you give me fascinating, but you seem to guess when I’ll need it the most. If someone ever told me I’d have a secret correspondent, I’d laugh and swear them insane. But in truth I find great solace in you and cherish every thought you spare me. Thank you for being a true friend – the more selfless kind.

Cla Needle

P.S. – Of course you know my real name, but it seems only fair that the both of us would have secret code names. I’ve been told to be sharp as one - and equally resourceful.”

And so their correspondence became two-sided. A week hadn’t gone by without a sign from him and Claire realized they were incredibly close – intimate, even. She had tried to suggest for them to meet and talk in the cafeteria – at least for him to reveal his name, so she could put a face on the person that meant so much to her. His answer had been concise and clear: “One day I’ll tell you everything. But not yet.”

Claire placed the note on her pocket, where her fingers could brush it – touching it, savouring it through the next hours. She headed for the pub to meet Geillis – blissfully unaware of Scalpel’s existence - wondering how one could be enamoured with a man made only of words on paper.

45. “I should be the only one making you happy” with yoongi (part two) | 1.4k

@oh-sugahoney for you :)))) enjoy

part one

Fuck this, Yoongi had said as the door slammed behind him.

“Guys, what was that for?” your question settles onto guilty grimaces.

When the boys invited you over for movie night, you hadn’t expected anything out of the ordinary. This was something they always did whenever they were in between comebacks, since it was the only period in which they had enough hours left on the clock to do things other than sleep. Given that you hadn’t seen them in nearly two months, it was an easy decision for you to make.

When you arrived, you found a spot beside Yoongi (perhaps on another day you would have noticed that it was coincidentally the only seat available) and for the first twenty minutes, all was well. They’d picked a silly little comedy, and the room settled into a relaxed chorus of soft giggles at each joke, Yoongi included.

However, it became increasingly apparent that the boys had something else in mind for tonight.

Out of nowhere, Taehyung and Jungkook moved from the floor to the couch, the very couch that was already occupied by you and Yoongi, which meant that, yup, the two of you were sandwiched in between.

Though the . . . cozy (as Taehyung had called it) arrangement didn’t bother you, you could tell Yoongi was uncomfortable.

It didn’t help that every time you looked at Hoseok, he wiggled his eyebrows, and that Jimin couldn’t hide his giggles every time he looked your way.

Eventually, Yoongi’s patience drew thin.

“Jungkook, get off, it’s too fucking warm.”

“Are you sure it’s me making you warm, hyung?”

When you turned to the elder, you noticed he was glaring at Jungkook, jaw clenched and ears turning red.

“Jeon. Jungkook.”

Leave it to the maknae to be cheeky. “Hyung, we know you like it.”

Yoongi unabashedly shoved the younger aside and stomped out of the living room, which brought you to the present, with six faces staring back at you apologetically.

“Jungkook,” Jin starts, “you need to apologize to Yoongi later. You went too far.”

The maknae meekly nods, eyes downcast. “Sorry, noona,” he softly says.

“This is my fault, too,” Taehyung joins in. “I gave Kookie the idea … sorry.”

“It’s alright,” you assure them, “Yoongi’s just grumpy,” you say as you give their shoulders a squeeze.

It’s no secret that you and Yoongi have feelings for each other, nor is it any mystery why you’re keeping those feelings at bay. After getting out of a terrible relationship, Yoongi had made it clear that he wasn’t ready to jump into another one when you both realized that your friendship was turning into something more. It made sense, and you respected his maturity, so you withdrew yourselves to Normal Friend Behaviour, which apparently did not sit well with the rest of them.

“Y/N,” Namjoon looks at you. “It’s probably not my place to ask but–”

“–Yeah, I’ll talk to him,” you finish for him.

His smile is grateful and he nods, “thank you.”

“Let’s go out for dinner,” Hoseok suggests, “Jiminnie, where was that place you said we should try?”
“Oh, uh, it’s …” he fumbles with his phone, “it’s over there,” he points to his screen.

Hoseok nods, “alright. I’ll call the managers. Grab your things everybody, be ready in ten,” he directs, and gives you a wink.

You shake your head, and wait for them to disperse before walking over to the bedroom at the end of the hall.

It’s open, Yoongi’s voice slips through the door when you knock on it.

“Hey,” you say as you close the door behind you.

Even in the dark, you can see he’s lying on the bed with his feet still on the floor.

“You good?” you ask as you walk over.

Yoongi nods, sits up and reaches for you to stand between his legs.

You ruffle his hair, “you know Kookie was just teasing.”

He sighs, and, still holding your hand, rests his head against your stomach. Your other hand immediately moves to his head, fingers carding through his hair.

“… Yoongs?” you call when he doesn’t speak after a while.

“Just … can you just stay like this?” he asks, voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course,” you keep threading through his locks, “this okay?”
He nods, and breathes out, “more than okay …”

It doesn’t take much to know that Yoongi’s not a talker. Unlike Namjoon and Jimin, who deliver comfort and guidance wrapped in careful syllables chosen with love, Yoongi’s always been someone who preferred to use his actions. So the boys have always found it interesting when it became apparent that Yoongi liked you, someone who delivered words that carried weight as deep as the Marianas Trench, and who, as they came to find, could ease them out of their darkest days because damn, you were wise and your advice was golden.

It worked, though, and there was good reason for it.

For all the words that Yoongi chose to keep to himself, you had more to give to him when he doubted himself, and Yoongi reciprocated with his thoughtfulness expressed in the way he looked after you even when you weren’t aware of it. When the day knocked you off your feet and your voice drowned in sorrow, he showed you that sometimes, quiet can go a long way to help you heal.

And now, you were giving that back to him.

You stay in this stance for who knows how long, the traffic down below being the only sound filling the space.

After a while, he speaks, “thanks, Y/N, really.” He tilts his head to the side to look at you, rubbing your arm that was resting on his shoulder.

“Don’t need to, Yoongs,” you smile, smoothing his hair out of his eyes, and he instinctively leans into the touch.

“You hungry?” you lighten the subject. “They’ve left to grab dinner, let’s get some, too,” you take a few steps back.

“W-wait,” Yoongi stammers, grabbing your wrist, and takes a deep breath.

“Everything okay?” you make your way back towards him.

“There’s something I wanted to ask you,” Yoongi begins, eyes shifting to everywhere but onto yours.

You feel your heartbeat pick up, “Yoongi … if you’re about to say what I think you are, you know you don’t have to–”

“Let me finish, Y/N,” he fixes his gaze onto you. “I wanted to ask earlier, but then, that happened, and I got kind of …”

“flustered?” you offer, to which he nods, the tips of his ears gaining a rosy hue.

“I wanted … ” he trails off.

“You wanted …?”

“Do you …” he begins again.

“Do I …?”

“Um …”

“Just ask me, Yoongs. You know I’m gonna say yes.”

“Do you,” his eyes open wide, “wait, are you sure?”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” you mutter as you lean down to kiss him.

The moment your lips landed on his, it was like soft fireworks exploded behind your eyes. His arms pull you into him, and you both land onto the bed. He kisses you back with more need, and you move your legs to straddle him, hands digging into his hair. Shortly, it’s hot breaths and heated kisses, bruised lips and sweet caresses, stars lighting up the room despite it being cloudy outside.

Fuck,” Yoongi says when you both settle down for air.

You chuckle. “Is that it?”

God no, come back here,” he mumbles, hands on your waist and flipping you onto your back, lips finding yours again.


“Hyung, do you think they want this?” Jimin asks, takeout boxes in hand, when the boys finally return to the apartment.

Namjoon shakes his head, “you can have it, Jiminnie.”

Damn it!” Jin exlaims, earning surprised faces from all the boys because it isn’t every day that the eldest hyung curses. “I left my phone charger in that room,” he explains, to which the boys could only laugh at his misery.

The bedroom door suddenly opens, revealing an annoyed Yoongi, who places said charger by the door. “Y'all better shut up. She’s sleeping, and if anyone wakes her up I swear I’ll—” he’s cut off by the giggles in the room. “What?

“Nice … neck, hyung.”

“Yeah, purple’s a great colour on you.”

“… fuck off.”

One Rule

a/n: I’M FUCKING ALIVE. 

so sorry it took so long, i had like 5 ideas for this, and constantly was changing it, and then college blows and then personal shit too, but finally an imagine that was requested like 5000 years ago. So sorry, I hope you like it.

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I was beyond excited for spring break. I was ecstatic to be going to the lake with everyone for the week. I really needed this little vacation, and what better way than a week away with my best friends. Sammy had just texted me and told me that they were outside waiting for me, so I finished checking my bags and headed out the door to see my favorite idiots all in the car.

There was G who was driving and Johnson was in the passenger seat. Then there was Emily, Sammy, Skate and Swazz all hanging out the back seat window. I laughed at the sight and managed to squeeze my bags in the trunk and hop in, being squished in the back with all our bags and Swazz.

As soon as everyone was situated, we were headed off to the lake, only a short 7 hour car ride. How bad could it be?

Let me tell you, it was terrible. Johnson and Sammy kept fighting over the aux cord. I had to watch Skate strike out with Emily like the whole ride there, and Swazz was high as hell and could barely comprehend what was going on, although I loved my dopey Swazz. G was mostly quiet, and I would always catch him looking in the rear view mirror at me and smiling.

So, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have a thing for G. We have this weird sort of relationship, we’re a little more than best friends, but less than lovers. We would constantly flirt, but that’s as far as it ever went. Playful flirting.

It started when I started to hang out with the guys more. I was closest with Swazz out of all of them. I met him for the first time ever when I was at the gas station in a shady part of town at like 2 in the morning and some perv came up and tried to get me to leave with him. Swazz walked out of the gas station and walked over to me, throwing his arm around my waist and kissing my forehead and saying ‘sorry babe, they were all out of skittles’ and placing a pack of m&m’s in my hand and then looking at the guy, who’s eyes went wide and then resulted in him leaving.

So I thanked Swazz, and we started talking more and more and just really hit it off. I told him how thankful I was for him saving my life and then we just started to hang out after that. And then he introduced me to his friends, quickly hit it off with all of them and then I was in a group message with all of them. But that was like a year ago, and here we are now. I’m just glad Emily was here too. I couldn’t handle all these boys for a week straight, plus she was my best friend.

We finally arrived after a long 8 hour trip, if you count all the stops we made at gas stations. It was beautiful. Very private. There were only like 5 cabins around the lake, so they were spaced out quite a bit. The cabin was huge, but only had 4 rooms, so mostly all of us had to double us.

But we didn’t wanna be like, hey you’re rooming by yourself, so we drew numbers. It was 1-4, but only 1-3 had two sets of numbers.

Johnson picked 4, Swazz and Sammy had 1, Emily and Nate had 2, which left G and I both with the number 3.

“looks like you’re my roomie for the week.” I playfully bumped into him.

“looks like it.” He smiled down at me, throwing his arm around me.

“well, my room is right next yours, so please, I don’t wanna hear you have sex.” Sammy laughed, along with everyone else. I was gonna say something like ‘we’re not’ or ‘it’s not like that’ but Jack spoke before I could.

“hey bud, I make no promises.” Which caused everyone to laugh.

We headed up to our room and it was beautiful. There was a king size bed in the middle of the room, along with a door leading to an outside balcony. There was a tv up on the wall across from the bed, and then two dressers, along with our own private bathroom.

“so, which side of the bed do you want?” G asked as I drug my bags into the room and threw them on the bed.

“uh, I guess I’ll take the right side, if that’s okay. It doesn’t really matter to me though.”

“no that’s fine. I prefer the left side anyway.”

“so what if I said I wanted the left side?” I asked, grabbing some clothes from one of my bags and putting it in a drawer.

“well, looks like I would have been joining you then.” He shot me a wink. He’s literally going to kill me this week I swear.

Jack and I joked around some more as we finished unpacking. When we were finally done it was like 9 at night. And having been so wrapped up in school for the past 3 months, I was exhausted.

“you coming down?” he asked, heading towards the door.

“I’m actually gonna shower and probably get into bed. It’s been a rough past few weeks.”

“alright, I’ll be up soon then I guess, just gonna go grab something to eat and chill with the guys for a bit.”

“okay.” I smiled, and he was gone. I got my shit to shower and quickly made my way into the bathroom. Removing my makeup and conditioning my hair as I shaved, I was out in 20 minutes. I threw on a pair of sweats and a white tank top.

I walked out into the room, crawled in on the right side and turned on the tv. Soon I fell asleep to the sound of Nick Cannon wild-n-out.

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I woke up the next morning feeling really groggy. I reached up and rubbed my eyes before everything became clear. I stretched, and heard Jack groan next to me. I turned my head to see that Jack and I were spooning. When we realized our position, we quickly, and awkwardly, separated. I jumped out of the bed and Jack got up as well, clad in nothing but his boxers.

I couldn’t help but look at his chiseled chest, and then my eyes fell to the tent in his boxers. I felt myself rubbing my legs together, trying to get friction, just from looking at him.

“um, I’m sorry.” He said, reaching up and scratching the back of his neck, a nervous habit I’ve noticed he had.

“no it’s uh, it’s okay, you said the left side was yours.” I said, twiddling my thumbs, a nervous habit I had developed.

“no it’s alright. I’d never admit this in front of the guys, but I’m a hardcore cuddler.” He laughed.

“oh? So the boys don’t know?” I asked with a smirk on my face.

“yeah, and don’t you d-“ he started but he cut himself off as I went for the door, chasing after me. I ran out the door of our room and down the hall, but G was behind me by just a few steps.

I heard everyone downstairs, so I was running down the stairs, trying to make my way into the living room so I could tell everyone. I stopped in the living room and called out.

“guys you’ll nev-“ but I was cut off by Jack running and engulfing me in his arms and like tackling me to the floor, as gentle as a tackle could get. He had me pinned down, my hands above my head, as he straddled me basically. I was out of breath though, and laughing trying to tell the guys.

“guys” I laughed out, as Jack started to tickle me.

“don’t you dare” he smiled down at me.

“Jack’s a-“ but he cut me off, but placing his hand over my mouth.

By now, everyone had walked into the living room and was watching us.

“don’t.” he said sternly, looking at me. I nodded my head and Jack got off me and stood up, taking my hand and pulling me up. I smiled innocently and turned to look at everyone.

“Jack loves c-“ but I was cut off by Jack from behind me throwing his hand over my mouth and pulling me into him. Everyone was looking at us like we were crazy.

“what the hell is going on?” Sammy laughed.

“nothing. She was just gonna say Jack loves cookies. Ignore her.” He smiled. “We’ll be back down in a second.” He spoke again, before turning us and walking back to our room. When we got to the top of the stairs he let go of my mouth.

“JACK’S A HARDCORE CUDDLER!” I screamed, and I heard Jack groan as I ran towards the room we were sharing, as he chased after me. And then he tackled me onto our bed. I was laughing like crazy.

We stared at each other, as he hovered over me, holding my hands above my head again. His face was close, and I just really got lost in it. His eyes were glistening, shimmering actually, a nice brown/hazel color. They were mesmerizing. And then his jawline. I watched as it clenched in our close proximity. His jaw line literally gave me life. And then I looked at his lips. God they were perfect. And I wanted nothing more than to know how they would feel to be against mine.

Jack must have thought the same thing cause in a matter of seconds, his lips were on mine. I wanna say it was totally unexpected, but I’ve always wanted to feel his lips on mine, but the fact that it actually happened completely shocked me.

He pulled up and looked at me wide eyed, and I’m sure I mirrored his expression. He stood up and I quickly jumped up off the bed.

“(y/n)” he said, looking at me.

But I freaked. I just ran out the door and down the hall, down the stairs and then out the front door. I couldn’t deal with this right now. See, I’m the type of person who runs away from my problems. And I don’t do feelings very well. I’ll flirt like crazy, but then when something actually happens, like a fucking kiss, I freak out. And then I end up pushing the person away.

I started out walking along the edge of the lake. And then I sat out on the dock, thinking about everything. I mean, would Jack and I even be a bad thing? I mean, he’s nice, and he’s cute, and he’s funny, and he makes me laugh and smile, but like what if he ends up cheating or something. I don’t wanna lose all my friends if we break up or something. Maybe I’m just completely over thinking it all. Jack probably doesn’t even like me. It was probably a ‘in the moment’ thing.

So after 3 hours of sitting out on the dock and thinking about shit, I decided to head back. I could go back and talk to Em about it or something. But when I got up to the house, Emily was gone out with Nate.

I sighed and headed up to my room, only to find Jack on the bed, I sighed and went to turn around and leave.

“(y/n)” his voice was soft.

“Jack.” I sighed, reaching for the door handle to leave. I couldn’t do this.

“no (y/n) listen.” He said, grabbing my arm and pulling me back, flush to his chest.

“Jack let me go.” I said, annoyed, and started wiggling in his grip, but he just grabbed me tighter.

“Jack” I groaned, finally getting out of his grip with a huff and sitting on the bed.

“(y/n) I like you. A lot.”

“okay.” I said.

“is that all you have to say?”

“yeah, can I leave now?” I rolled my eyes.

I always got like this. I always would push the guys away after I got feelings and something happened that would make me more attached. It just always happened.

“no. You can’t tell me you don’t feel anything.” He sighed, defeated tone as he got on the bed next to me.

“Jack.” I said, fiddling with my thumbs.

“look at me and tell me honestly that you don’t feel something for me.”

I stayed silent, fiddling with my hands in my lap. Jack’s hand came and cupped my cheek, making me face him and actually look at him. His eyes sympathetic and hopeful.

“I-I can’t.” I sighed, closing my eyes.

“exactly!” he cheered.

“Jack, I can’t do this. I don’t wanna get hurt. I don’t want our friendship to get messed up. I don’t wanna lose you.” I whined.

“stop (y/n).” he said, gently stroking my cheek with his thumb before talking again. “stop overthinking this. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“you don’t kn-“ but I was cut off by his lips on mine. But instead of like the first time, I kissed him back. It wasn’t what I expected at all. It was so much better than what I thought it’d be.

I soon got lost in the moment, and moved so I was straddling his lap. His hands were down on my butt, and mine on his shoulders. I started grinding on him, which caused him to let out a low groan. Things were getting hot, no doubt.

I reached for the bottom of his shirt and started tugging on it.

“(y/n)” Jack breathed out, pulling back and looking at me.

“what?” I groaned.

“I don’t want just sex. I’m serious. I like you a lot.”

“Jack.” I groaned, rolling off him and plopping on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“no listen.” He kinda chuckled, throwing his arm around me and snuggling up with me. “I’d love nothing more than to fuck you senseless right here and right now. Trust me. I’ve thought about it hundreds of times, but I don’t want this to be just sex. I really do like you a lot. And I know you. You don’t do feelings well, but I’m not gonna let you push me away on this.”

“I do feelings” I whined. “I just don’t like when people are all up in my feelings, and asking about all my personal shit and making it a big deal.”

“then well see how this week goes for us, keep it lowkey? And when we get back I’ll officially take you out on our first real date.”

“fine.” I groaned, rolling my eyes and rolling off his lap, which caused Jack to whine. He pouted and looked at me and then pointed at his lips. I laughed and leaned over and pecked them lightly.

“we should probably get ready for dinner, Emily said she was gonna make something.” Jack said as he had me wrapped up in his arms.

“yeah, probably.” I sighed, getting up and shuffling through my drawers for an outfit. I felt Jacks hands slip around my waist.

“Jack.” I laughed “I have to figure out an outfit.”

“I know, I just like being able to finally hold you in my arms” and then he kissed me “and kiss you.”

“alright cheeseball, let me find an outfit.” I said, prying out of his arms.

I picked out a pair of jean shorts and then found a nice black tank top. I turned and saw Jack in just a tee shirt and a pair of jeans. Jack smiled at me and wrapped his arms around me in a big bear hug.

“can we take a picture?” he asked, kissing my forehead.

“sure.”

We took a few pictures and then went down to dinner. Sliding into our spots at the table, sitting next to one another, and Jack played footsie with me the whole night. I couldn’t help but smile sideways at him. He was being so dorky, it was adorable.

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It’s been about 4 days at the lake, and we only have about 3 days left. It’s been really relaxing and so great to just spend time with all my friends. Jack and I have also gotten a lot closer, and a lot more like the couples I often see out on the street and out on dates. Ya know, the kind you see and you just wanna punch them for being so lovey.

It was currently like Thursday night, and we were out by the fire, drinking. Em and I were dancing around, already having a slight buzz. We were feeling good, and Jack looked so hot. So I couldn’t help but chug the rest of my drink and make my way over to Jack, who was sitting around the fire talking to Sammy.

I waltzed right over and sat on Jack’s lap, which took him completely by surprise, and Sammy too. I smiled at both of them and then snuggled into Jack, who wrapped his arms around me.

“what’s going on here?” he laughed, high clearly.

“uh-“ Jack started but I cut him off. I turned and placed my lips on his, and pulled back and giggled.

“I like Jack.” I smiled proudly.

Sammy laughed “Swazz, I told you they’d hook up before the trip was over.”

“hey, we haven’t hooked up.” I defended as Swazz joined our conversation.

“Please don’t, cause I’ll owe Sammy $100 if you two do.”

“how do we know you haven’t already?” Sammy asked.

“oh trust me, you’ll know.” Jack laughed, kissing my neck.

The night went on and soon it was 1 in the morning, and I wanted Jack. So Jack and I stumbled up into our room, giggling as he carried me over to the bed, his lips on mine, before stumbling and tripping, us crashing onto the bed.

I was on top of him, and he was laying back, his hands on my ass as we sloppily made out. He slid his hands up to my shirt and started tugging at it. I smiled into the kiss and sat up, peeling my shirt off, leaving me in just my bra and shorts. I had just threw my shirt to the floor when Jack grabbed my hips and flipped us, so we were not laying in the middle of the king size bed and he was over top of me.

It didn’t take long for all our clothes to be shed and he was eating me out. I was a moaning mess. My hands were in his hair, pulling on it, causing him to let out low groans, vibrating my core, which made my back arch and me moan out his name.

“god baby, you’re so hot.” He spoke, his voice raspy.

“Jack please.” I whined. I needed this.

Jack sat up and looked in my eyes and smiled before coming down and kissing my lips. I sighed into the kiss, completely happy with this, and then I felt him teasing me with his tip. I whined, bucking my hips up, begging for more.

“hold on.” He whispered, crawling off me, leaving me all hot and flustered. I watched as he dug around in his suitcase and pulled out a condom, smiling at me as he ripped it open and slid it on. I finally saw his size and I swear I came right there and then.

Jack crawled back on top of me and started kissing my neck as I felt his tip slowly slide in. Both of us moaned as he filled me up, and then when I had adjusted to his size he kissed my lips and started thrusting in and out. Slow at first, but then he picked up his pace. I was moaning and the sound of our skin slapping together started to fill the room.

Jack pulled out, which totally confused me, cause I knew he didn’t cum yet, so I looked at him and he smiled.

“ride me babygirl.”

And in a second I was hovering over him, slowly easing down onto him. We both let out a long moan as the feeling, and soon I was bouncing up and down on Jack. His hands found their way to my ass and then he held me up as he started to slam up into me, the sound of his balls slapping my ass filling the room along with my moans.

“oh god.” I moaned out, throwing my head back.

“fuck.” He groaned “you’re so hot babe, I’m almost there.” He grunted.

“Jack. I-I’m clo-“

“shh, I know baby. Just hold on for me okay?”

He pulled out again and repositioned so we were doggy-style. My face was in the pillows as Jack just slammed into me, causing me to scream out. His hands on my hips to rock them back and forth, to meet his thrusts. Both of us were moaning, the sound of our skin slapping together, and the sound of his dick sliding in and out of my wet folds filled the room, and the headboard slamming against the wall.

“fuck Jack.” I cried out as I came, no warning.

I was shaking as Jack rode out my high but also tried to reach his. A few thrusts later I felt him cum and he let out the hottest moan that I swear could have made me cum again. He rode out his high and then finally pulled out, removing the condom, and getting up to dispose of it in the bathroom. He walked back out and jumped into bed, pulling me into his chest.

“that was great.”

“yeah.” I panted, feeling super tired.

“sweet dreams babygirl.”

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I woke up the next morning and remembered everything about last night. It was great, but I really did wanna try to wait for that with Jack. But it happened, and I don’t regret it. It was great. I heard Jack groan next to me and I smiled as he pulled me in tighter to him.

“Jack.” I giggled as he started to kiss my bare shoulders.

“babe.” His morning voice, good god.

“breakfast.”

“I wasn’t really expecting that but I mean, if you’re offering.” He started, and then let go of me and laid straight on his back. I turned and looked at him and saw him adjusting himself down there and I laughed.

“I didn’t mean that idiot. I meant like pancakes and waffles breakfast.” I giggled, laying on his chest and kissing his lips.

“oh right, let’s go.”

We got dressed, which took a little longer than expected because someone couldn’t keep his hands to himself. When we finally made it downstairs, I walked a little slower than Jack of course, who couldn’t help but laugh at me.

We finally sat down and started breakfast and it was…awkward. Something was up. Conversations seemed forced and I was worried something was wrong.

But Sammy finally cleared it all up.

“my one fucking rule guys. I didn’t wanna hear you.” And he looked straight at us. Jack sported a proud grin and I blushed so hard I had to look down at my lap as everyone erupted into laughter.

I love my idiot friends.

anonymous asked:

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RFA + MTrio React to Mistaking CM for MC

Omg pls you guys are feeding my ego so much
And don’t worry about your grammar!! Grammar is the hardest part of any language, I cry when I speak anything other than English cause “How do say this” 

Ok anyways

Some of these are going to be those totally cliché “Secret Twin” scenarios that are kind of angsty but I’m gonna try some more lighthearted ones too because I feel like the “I SAW YOU WITH ANOTHER MAN IM LEAVING YOU!!!1!1!” “Babe thats my twin” scenarios have been used quite a bit and I don’t want to pump out something that’s already out here

If you decide you want those scenarios instead though then let me know! Because if you just happen to reallllly like that specific case then I’ll do a short drabble focusing on that

Also sorry in advance for the Choi twin ones, I just feel like they would know about MC’s twin and I the writing for them isn’t up to par with the others but I didn’t want to postpone posting for much longer because of it.

Ok I talk too much lets go

Yoosung:

  • He’s walking by a cafe near campus when he sees you sitting across from another guy
  • He stops dead in the side walk and stares in the window
  • At first he thought you were maybe just..discussing something? With some guy? Who you never told him about…?
  • No he didn’t think that at all his brain went straight to the worst but he couldn’t bare to think it so he came up with every excuse in the book.
  • MC’s a spy and they have to kill this guy
  • He’s a new RFA recruit???
  • He’s a dealer and MC’s buying drugs
  • MC is secretly a vampire and just trying to eat this guy
  • Every thought bubble he had was popped when you leaned over the table and planted a kiss on the mans cheek
  • Yoosung heard his heart-
  • rrrng rrrrng rrrrng rrrng
  • He was going to say breaking but apparently his heart rings when broken?
  • He looked at his phone and your Caller ID was up
  • “Huh?” He looked from his phone to the window, where ‘you’ were still sitting and talking with the strange man
  • He answers the phone, voice a little shakey “H-Hello?”
  • “Yoosung? Hey! Sorry to call but on your way home can you grab soup. I’m feeling like soup for dinner tonight.”
  • ….
  • “Yoosung?”
  • “MC…how are you doing this?”
  • “…Doing what Yoosung?”
  • “Are you a vantrilaquist?”
  • “Yoosung pls just what the fuck are you talking about”
  • “I’m staring at you through a window having coffee with another man…but you’re on the phone with me.”
  • “1. Yoosung that’s creepy that you’re staring at two strangers 2…”
  • His phone beeped and he looked down to see you sent him a picture of you sitting on the couch with a controller in hand, soda on the table, blankly staring at the camera.
  • He snapped a picture of the ‘you’ in the window and sent it back
  • “Yoosung that’s my sister and her boyfriend you egg”
  • “Your sister???? What???”
  • “I told you I had a sister!”
  • “NOT THAT YOU GUYS WERE TWINS”
  • “I assumed when you met her you’d be with me…not that this would happen. This is some TV style mess.” You chuckled, feeling a little guilty. Reflecting on it, you probably would have been upset too if you thought a look a like Yoosung was putting the moves on someone else “So……soup?”
  • “Yeah babe of course, what do you want?”

Jaehee

  • She was at the cafe making -cue Savior Meme going and making a post about Jaehee owning a musical theatre instead- a new brew when you walked in
  • She sees you and casts a warm smile and a “Hey Honey”
  • The person Jaehee thought to be MC cocks their head, slightly confused, but brushes it off as Jaehee being a very friendly Barista
  • The copy cat you stands at the counter, waiting about a minute before Jaehee realizes their presence at the spot
  • “Dear, what are you doing?”
  • The customer furrows their brows and responds slowly, somewhat confused “Ordering coffee…”
  • Jaehee chuckles, amused at you playing customer. She just shakes her head and walks over to the register
  • “Alright, what’ll you have?”
  • “I’ll have an iced Mocha with extra cream no sugar.”
  • Jaehee scribbles it on a cup and gets to work making the drink “Weird choice for you. Didn’t think you were a fan of  mocha, you always seem to prefer vanilla”
  • “I do?” 
  • “Yes silly, you always ask for French vanilla flavoring.”
  • “I ne-” Before your clone can respond though, Jaehee has finished up the drink and handing it over
  • As ‘You’ take the drink, Jaehee leans over the counter and plops a quick kiss on your cheek
  • ‘You’ are frozen on the spot
  • Jaehee opens her eyes to see why you’re suddenly so frigid towards her, but when she opens them she can’t help but glance behind you and see…YOU??
  • “MC?” Jaehee jumped back looking between you and your look a like.
  • “MC?” Your twin turns to you, face still flushed from their sudden kiss. “Is this the surprise you had for me??? A super friendly barista??”
  • “Surprise???” Jaehee exclaimed, still looking between the two of you. “Wait you’re not MC???”
  • Finally you stepped in to clear the confusion
  • “Jaehee! This is my twin …. CM. CM, this is my new Cafe that I run with my girlfriend!”
  • “Girl..friend.” CM turns to look at Jaehee, at the same time the two of them realize everything that just happened concerning the confusion.
  • “I am so so so so so so so so so sorry” Jaehee can not stop apologizing no matter how many times CM says it’s ok.

Zen

  • It was  opening night for his new show
  • He was pumped
  • Sure because of the show, but also because you had shot him a text earlier that day that you were going to bring your sibling. 
  • Zen had yet to meet anyone in your family, so he was excited that you were going to start introducing him to them. It showed how ready you were to spend your life with him and that just made him giddy.
  • So after the show was over he couldn’t wait to find you
  • He scanned the crowd and eventually spotted you in the crowd with a bouquet of roses
  • MC is so sweet he hummed to himself
  • That was his sole moment of calmness before the storm
  • He watched as his coworker walked up to you and started chatting you up. Zen was on the other side of the auditorium, trying to push his way through the flock of people set on congratulating him, so he couldn’t run to your rescue as fast as he liked.
  • He was frustrated but he knew you could handle yourself
  • At least that’s what he thought until his fellow actor’s hand found it’s way to your hand, where the thumb gently brushed back and forth. 
  • Zen’s face turned red, and the shade only grew deeper when he saw his douche bag scene mate’s mouth turn into a cocky looking smirk.
  • He found superhuman speed and agility to push through the crowd and end up right behind you, where he wrapped his arms around you tightly and pressed a long kiss to your cheek
  • “Honey, there you are.” Zen sounded so sweet while his blazing red eyes stared daggers into the green ones of his coworker.
  • “Zen? This is your girlfriend?”
  • “Yes, this is my girlfriend MC.” Zen squinted at the guy. How dare he pretend not to know, Zen only pointed out MC every time she came to a show. Every time she picked him up from rehearsal. Every time-
  • “You said your name was CM” The Actor turned a confused stare to the person in Zen’s arms
  • “I-” They tried to say but
  • “CM?” Zen questioned, he spun them around only to realize “You’re not MC.”
  • “No I’m” Cm tried to say
  • “Zen!” You interjected as you ran over to the 3. “Sorry, I had to run to the bathroom. CM thanks for holding the flowers. Speaking of which, Zen I see you’ve met my twin”
  • Zen’s face turned bright red with blush this time
  • He turned to his fellow actor and CM and started apologizing profusely 

Jumin

  • He knew you had a brother….or…a sister? …or both?
  • He lied he had no clue, he just knew you had some sort of sibling.
  • He was unaware it was a twin
  • A twin who worked as an assistant for a company but was looking to switch, so when they saw C&R was hiring a new chief assistant, they threw an application in
  • So here is Jumin, just sorting through some applications when he sees
  • “CM PlayerPants” 
  • He smirks at the paper, seeing all the information filled out is yours. Your home address, the general store you lived near, your school, graduation, etc.
  • Your picture was even you, just you in a suit and looking very hot professional
  • Now lets face it you and Jumin did some kinky shit sometimes
  • Sometimes your love life together involved role playing
  • Jumin was surprised at how much effort you put into this, but he wasn’t going to spoil it. 
  • He types in the phone number, it’s not your usual cell number, what did you get a prepaid phone just for this?
  • He was in awe with your dedication
  • Rrrng rrrng rrrng
  • “Hello?” Your voice answered
  • He couldn’t hide the smirk on his face “Hello there, Kitten.”
  • “I-I’m sorry?”
  • “Oh my bad” He corrected himself “Hello there, Ms. Playerpants. This is Jumin Han from C&R calling about your application”
  • “Oh! Uh, Hello! Yes, what can I do for you? Does it need any clarification?”
  • “Oh no no no, I think I read you loud and clear.” He lazily flipped through the pages of the resume in front of him
  • “Oh..ok. Is this about the position then?”
  • “Yes” A smirk found it’s way to his lips “Speaking of which, what is your favorite position?”
  • “Excuse me? I don’t think I understand?” The voice on the end was clearly taken aback. Damn, you were making him work for this.
  • “Well I figured I’d give you a say in the matter tonight since you put sooo much work into this. So Kitten, tell me, what would you like to do tonight? Maybe I’ll buy some toys on the way home an-”
  • “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU????” Click.
  • Jumin just stared at the phone confused. He shrugged it off because his desk phone went off, and when he answered it was his father calling him to a meeting. Jumin resolved to just handle whatever happened with you when he got home
  • After a long work day he came in the door to see you waiting for him. “Hello Kitten.”
  • “Hey Babe, how was work?”
  • “Good, aside from this strange phone call I made today” A small grin on his face
  • “Oh?” You cocked an eyebrow.
  • “Yes,” He purred as he walked over and started rubbing your shoulders “I thought I had found a new assistant”
  • “OH!” You exclaim, jumping up and remembering something “I forgot to tell you this morning! My twin is applying for the chief assistant job, it completely slipped my mind.”
  • “Your…twin?” Jumin cocked his brows now
  • “Yes! CM!”
  • “C….M” Jumin was quick to catch on to his mistake “Oh my god”

Seven

  • Lets face it
  • You guys may be sick of hearing this but 
  • He knew
  • Of course he knew
  • He stalked the ever-loving-shit out of you
  • He saw photos of the two of you together
  • He insists on you and your twin joining him and Saeran out for lunch all the time
  • You guys have the certified Twin Club in his brain
  • The 4 of you spend so much time together Seven can tell the slight difference between your hair and your twins. How your twin is about a centimeter taller. Your eyes are a little more wide.  He knows. 
  • Which is why he isn’t caught off guard when your twin and you show up in the same room
  • He’s not confused when he sees CM out kissing someone 
  • He knows
  • He loves it
  • #TwinSquad

V

  • His eyesight is so bad he has mini heart attacks once a week thinking he sees you out in public holding hands with someone else
  • Over time he stops freaking out, he starts to recognize you easier, which means he can play ‘Spot the Blurry Difference’ a little better when you two aren’t together
  • Until one day he’s on set doing a photo shoot for a Modeling company that requested his help
  • And he sees…MC? With a headset on ordering some people around to do this and that.
  • The voice is the same. He knows MC’s voice damn well. 
  • And that is MC
  • “MC..” V quietly calls out but with no answer.
  • ‘MC’ Disappears into the crowd of models
  • What the fuck. How could you not tell him? He was a little hurt you never shared your work life with him. Was this where you were when the two of you weren’t together? Did you think he wouldn’t be impressed because he usually focuses on more artsy photography??? Did he say something??? MC please why don’t you love hi-
  • “Hey Hun!” 
  • MC!? V whirled around to see you, but you were talking to one of the models, very flirtatiously he may add. Your hand on their arm and a sweet, sweet smile on your face as you looked at them. He could see that much.
  • He felt his heart break a bit, how could you pretend not to even see him?
  • No. No this couldn’t be you. 
  • Jihyun Kim trusts and loves you and refuses to believe you’d be evil *cough*LikeHowHeTrustedSnakeBitch*cough* 
  • He marches well marches as good as you can while visually impaired up to ‘MC’ and taps them on the arm.
  • MC turns “Can I help you?”
  • “I’m sorry, but you look extremely like a friend of mine. Her name is MC-”
  • The set director in front of him suddenly seems much more friendly “Oh! That’s my twin! Wait, are you V?? MC mentioned they were dating a photographer I didn’t realize it was the one we hired for today! Oh, I’m sorry, Hello I’m CM!”
  • Relief. So much fucking relief on V’s heart.

Vanderwood

  • Neither you nor Vanderwood were aware that Seven was being devious today
  • He had been scarce all day, leaving the two of you to go through the day in overall peacefulness. You guys had spent a bit of time together, but eventually you got up to start cleaning and doing some chores.
  • Yep that’s all normal
  • Until you suddenly walk in the door you did not leave out of
  • “MC?” Vandy stared at you as you looked at him, then walked straight back out the door you just came in
  • Then you walked in the door he thought you originally left from.
  • You crossed the room and into the hall, out of site. He was left a little slackjawed and confused
  • Then you entered from the door he just saw you enter from. Wait what
  • “MC how-”
  • You giggled and ran out another door
  • Only to come back from the hall
  • “OK LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK”
  • His outburst made you jump
  • “Vanderwood wha-”
  • Two doors behind you silently opened, and two almost carbon copies of you peaked their heads through and shushed Vanderwood
  • He was speechless and just violently pointed trying to get you to turn around, but by the time you did the copies of you were gone
  • “What in the fuck-”
  • “Vanderwood what is-”
  • “Yeah Vanderwood why-” An MC copy asked running in from the hall
  • “What’s going on?” Another one said coming in from a room
  • “What the” You looked around and Vanderwood was rubbing his eyes like crazy trying to get whatever form of psycho out of them. 
  • Upon further inspection, you realized one of your clones didn’t look like you aside from the fact they were wearing your clothes and had on a wig that looked like your hair “Seven?”
  • “You got me! Lucky~~Aha~!” Seven cheered pulling the wig off
  • “So who is-” Vanderwood looked to the last copy
  • “Oh, I’m CM! I’m MC’s twin. 707 asked if I would help him out with a little prank and I couldn’t say no” Cm giggled.
  • You all had a good laugh
  • Except Vanderwood

Saeran

  • Ok, you guys might hate me for this one
  • But
  • I feel like he also knows
  • I feel like Seven has told him, and dragged him out on the #TwinClubDates
  • There’s no way Seven wouldn’t constantly talk about you 4 being goals
  • He takes group pictures of you guys all the time
  • He shows Saeran photos of CM constantly asking if he and Saeran look more alike than MC and CM
  • Buuut
  • Even though Saeran knows, he’s totally fucked up before
  • I bet he’s accidentally kissed CM before when MC’s in a spot then leaves only for CM to be left standing somewhere close to where Saeran last saw MC
  • He’s definitely had to play the “Which one am I dating” game when you two first started going out. And he has failed and accidentally grabbed Cm’s hands, causing you two to giggle despite Saeran’s obvious saltiness
  • I’m sorry. This one is really weak but I don’t really have any ideas for it because I feel like Saeran wouldn’t make a big slip up since he’d know MC had a twin cause of Seven. 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Can be read on Ao3 here

Rosie had been delighted that John would soon be able to come to her classes to watch her dance, so she made a calendar to mark off when she practised and the number of days until her daddy was coming to her first class.

Just like the teacher had said, they spent the next two weeks repeating what they had learned in their last class, but now they could all do the moves almost every time on their own without being reminded or needing help.

The weekend before the first class John was going to get to go along, he had free, so he took her out for a little father/daughter bonding time and brought her a new leotard set.  They had found the perfect one and they were sure Sherlock would love it.  It was pale yellow with little bumblebees and white flowers on it and they brought a matching yellow tutu. Rosie was exuberant and couldn’t wait to get home to show her papa.

“Do you think he’ll like it?” she asked her daddy.

“I’m sure he’ll love it, you know bees are his favourite things next to you and me.” John answered her.

When they arrived home two hours later after some more shopping for preschool clothes they found Sherlock in the midst of a case, he had declined on texting John since this was the first real time he had to spend with Rosie in weeks.

Rosie was excited to show Sherlock all her new clothing and he took the time out of the case while she modeled all her new clothes and she saved the best for last, her new leotard outfit.

“Rosie! It’s beautiful just like you!”  he exclaimed.

She blushed and curled her fingers together and swayed back and forth while Sherlock dropped to his knees and gave her a big hug and kiss.

“Listen sweetheart, I have to go out now and help Uncle Greg with a case, but I love all your new outfits and I bet daddy has some fun things for you and him to do this evening.”

She pouted, but she knew it was his job and she was happy because her daddy was staying home with her instead of going along to help her papa out.

Sherlock stood and gave John a kiss and John whispered thank you in his ear for allowing him to have this case off.  Sherlock grinned at him as he waltzed out the door, “it’s barely a five, I should be home by dinner or right there after.”

Since Rosie still had her leotard on, she decided to practise for John and he moved the coffee table so she had the whole area to use and he sat on the sofa and watched her intently.  He was looking forward to Tuesday’s class which was two days away, he just hoped that Sherlock was right and he’d be done his case by then.

She went through her routine three times until she had gone through it without making any mistakes and John had to remind himself not to tell her that she needn’t always be perfect.  If she wanted to practise until she had it perfect then that was her decision, she took after Sherlock in that respect.

The hours passed and Rosie had changed into her play clothes and she and John were sitting at the table playing a game when John received a text from Sherlock that the case had taken a twist and that he wouldn’t be home in time for dinner, probably not until after Rosie was in bed.  Rosie was a bit disappointed, but also happy because it meant extra time with just her and her daddy, even though she preferred it to be the three of them but John had been working a lot so now it was papa’s turn to work.

“So, What should we have for dinner?” He asked Rosie.

She scrunched her nose like Sherlock often does and asked “do we have to make it or can we order out?”

John thought about it momentarily and said, “I planned on cooking, but since it’s just the two of us, we can order out.  What would you like?”

“Chinese.” She answered.

John smiled.  It was amazing how much she was like Sherlock.

Then a serious look came over her face.  “Daddy, what happens if this case isn’t over by Tuesday?”

“Then I will take you to class as planned and you can show papa what you learned when he comes home.”

She thought about it a moment. “I suppose that would be ok, but I’d prefer it if the two of you would be there.”

John got up and walked by her to get the menu and tousled her curls.  “I know you would sweetheart, but sometimes work gets in the way.”

“I don’t like it.”

“Neither do I but we’re lucky that we have pretty flexible schedules that one of us can always be there for your classes or events.”

She wrapped her tiny arms around his waist. “Yes I am lucky, some of the girls at school and dance have nannies that watch over them. I’m lucky that I get to have you or papa, sometimes Mrs. Hudson watch over me.  I love you.”

“I love you too sweetie, now let’s order our dinner and make sure I don’t forget to get papa’s favourite.”

Rosie giggled as John dialed the number, like it was a possibility he would forget to order her papa food.

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One more chance

So here’s a bit drama one. I changed the plot a bit. Hope you guys like it! I thought I’d do it by tomorrow but was free so yeah completed todayu only. Send me asks babes. Ask me stuff. Harry talks are open. 

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 You were hurt.

You were hurt when you saw Harry’s body rocking someone else’s.

You were hurt when you saw Harry’s lips moving around someone else’s.

You were hurt when the love which you both shared was shared between Harry and someone else.

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A Present for You from the Eleven

We reach the long-awaited final stage of battle. Joined by the new addition of Tove from the dinosaur era, Tenma and his friends now travel to the story of King Arthur to gather the strongest eleven of all time! Let’s support all of them for working hard by means of Valentine chocolate! Prepare your chocolate as a present for representatives Tenma and Ranmaru ♡. Two popular representatives from Inazuma Legend Japan are also making an appearance. Valentine Talk with cast members Nishigaki-san and Tano-san is a must-see!

Great man x Eleven = Ikemen*?!
There are a lot of mixi max but the coolest ones are as follows ♡ Tsurugi and Okita and definitely an ikemen

Kirino and Jeanne - Though these features would appear to suit female characters, Kirino is a twin-tailed mega-nekko**

Taiyou and Koumei
By means of mixi maxing with a girl, Taoyou’s beauty has severely increased.

Nishiki and Sakamoto Ryouma
Thank goodness he didn’t become chubby! Nishiki’s mixi max; his bangs and waves have made him more handsome.

*Ikemen: pretty/attractive/cool boy
**meganekko: wears glasses

Ranmaru Kirino
Voice actor: Yuu Kobayashi
Now that he can mixi max with Jeanne and has obtained a keshin, Kirino has grown a lot. A reliable member of the chosen eleven and seems to be polishing his skills as a defender.

Tenma Matsukaze
Voice Actor: Yuka Terasaki
While looking at Shindou and Taiyou, Tenma’s starting to wonder if he’s an appropriate captain. In King Arthur’s world, he fights directly against Shindou…

I want to give chocolate from my heart! Kirino ♡
If you said it to him in person he’d probably get angry but one of Kirino’s most attractive points is certainly his loveliness. His keshin and mixi max are beautiful too and we’re touched emotionally by his handsome, hidden fighting spirit.

I want to give chocolate from my heart! Tenma ♡
Even in the parallel world where soccer is lost, Tenma - along with Fei, does his best. His ‘never-give-up’ heart cheers you up!

Ichirouta Kazemaru
Voice Actor: Yuka Nishigaki
Currently plays for Japan in the pro leagues. Due to his gentle personality, he’s just as popular as Fubuki. In the movie, along with Endou and Kabeyama, he plays the role of a protective senpai for Tenma and Kirino!

Jirou Sakuma
Voice actor: Megumi Tano
Working as the coach for Teikoku Gakuen, Sakuma is fighting against Fifth Sector as one of the members of the Resistance. Now that soccer has disappeared, is he protecting Teikoku?

Throughout the Chrono Stone series, Kazemaru and Sakuma are…?
Q How do you think they’re spending this time?

Nishigaki: I think he might be taking action in a place we haven’t seen, like in last year’s movie where he was working with Endou. I wonder is everyone working behind the scenes with commander Kidou.
Tano: I think Sakuma won’t work unless Kidou says. On the contrary, if Kidou gives a command, he’ll do it immediately. If Kidou asks for 1, Sakuma will give 10.

What if both of them were brainwashed?

Nishigaki: Since he’s playing in the pro leagues, if soccer disappeared he’d lose his job. I wonder what kind of job he’d do… Because he loves soccer so much, I’d worry…
Tano: As for Sakuma… Actually, even if soccer disappeared I get the feeling he’d survive (laughs). He’d probably make a job out of being a model or something.

Nishigaki: The most natural thing for Kazemaru to do would probably be track and field. But he’ll definitely want to fight for the sake of soccer.

Dream of your Inazuma Valentine!
Talking with the girl cast!!

Tano-san and Nishigaki-san who play Sakuma and Kazemaru talk to us about how the guys spend their Valentine’s Day.

If Tano-san gave chocolate…?
Honmei*: Genda!
Giri choco**: Kabeyama, Shourinji, Kurimatsu, Domon, Someoka

*Chocolate give to a boy on Valentine’s day out of genuine sentiment
*Obligatory-gift chocolate

Dream of Sakuma’s confession ♡
“Take your time. Think about it and decide.”
I think Sakuma would call the person he likes and tell them how he feels. I get the feeling that he would just be straightforward and say ‘I like you,’ honestly and earnestly, without using overly romantic talk. But you wouldn’t have to answer straightaway. I feel like he’d say something like, “Take your time. Think about it and let me know.” It’s not really that modern, is it? He’s old-fashioned but isn’t that type of confession more sincere? I think he definitely wouldn’t confess by text message. (Tano)

What Tano-san thinks of Sakuma’s handmade gyakuchoco (chocolate given by a boy to a girl)
Sakuma’s handmade chocolate would be 100% penguin. (laughs) He’d search for penguin molds (probably in a cookery shop in Tokyo) and when done, he’d line them up numbers 1, 2, 3 etc… But since it would be a waste to give them to someone he’d probably just eat them all by himself (laughs).

If Nishigaki-san gave chocolate…?
Honmei choco: Kazemaru (for moral support!)
Giri choco: Kidou

Dream of Kazemaru’s confession ♡
“Wait, I should be the one to confess…”
Kazemaru’s confession would be basically the same as what Tano-san thought for Sakuma. He wouldn’t confess in an indirect way like over the phone or by text - I think he’s the type to confess directly. He doesn’t usually seem too experienced with girls and I wonder if that’s changed since becoming an adult, but I think he definitely believes: “The guy should be the one to confess.” So if he was confessed to first, he would say: “Wait, I should be the one to confess to you!” (Nishigaki)

What Nishigaki-san thinks of Kazemaru’s handmade gyakuchoco:
Since Kazemaru’s the kid who asked the managers for the recipe for oden (type of Japanese dish), I think he doesn’t lack cooking skills, but that doesn’t necessarily mean he’d be able to make professional-like chocolate ike Kidou… He’d make the usual chocolate. Like truffle or something. I feel like he wouldn’t show off anything unconventional. He’d make ordinary chocolate that you could tell was homemade.

Q In the movie we saw them playing soccer for the first time in a while - how was it?
Tano: It was pretty amazing~
Nishigaki: When they played soccer, everyone looked like they were enjoying themselves. Since I definitely prefer to see them having fun playing soccer than worrying about everything, watching them was great.
Tano: Even though their opponents are middleschool kids, they definitely won’t go easy on each other (laughs). But it’s good that they don’t.

Q Kabeyama, Kazemaru and Sakuma all unleashed a special move together!
Nishigaki: 2 out of 3 are the same person. (laughs)
Tano: Actually, in the TV series Sakuma and Kabeyama have never spoken to each other, so I was surprised.
Nishigaki: They both probably think “We sound alike, huh.” (laughs)
Q It was surprising how full of wildlife it was.
Tano: They practiced it without us knowing. How did they work it out? Someone probably took the lead in deciding to do this move. I wonder who came up with the name Jungle… It’s full of nature, isn’t it?

Q Speaking of that, in last year’s movie, Kazemaru and Kabeyama survived in the jungle.
Nishigaki: Ah, then Kazemaru was definitely the one who came up with “Jungle yarou ze!” (laughs) Since he’s playing in the Pros, the time he was doing special training in different parts of the world, like jungles…?

Q Tell us about any scenes in the movie that left an impression on you.
Nishigaki: Definitely the scene where we became a barrier to protect the kids and told them to escape. You can really feel that everyone had become an adult.
Tano: The part where Endou looks over his shoulder and smiles, he’s a really dependable guy!

Q How do you feel about the current TV series?
Nishigaki: I was surprised!
Tano: A bear? Daisuke-san turned into a rock? I was surprised.
Nishigaki: On top of that, soccer is banned. It’s an anime about soccer, and they can’t play soccer…
Tano: I want to see the kids in GO one day just play soccer without having to worry about anything. They’ve gone through a lot.

Q How do Kazemaru and Sakuma feel about Valentine’s Day?
Nishigaki: I think he’d be a little intrigued. He’s not the type to be ‘cool’ - I think he’s just a regular kid. He might be a bit nervous but he wouldn’t let it show.
Tano: I think Sakuma wouldn’t know a lot about it at all. (laughs) Like, “Oh, it’s that day?”. But he’d get a lot of chocolate.
Nishigaki: As expected, he’s handsome (laughs)

Q Please leave a message for everyone!
Tano: Sakuma is waiting for your Valentine chocolate! (laughs) I’m also looking forward in anticipation to what will happen next in the story. I think that Sakuma will continue to act behind the scenes, so please support him.
Nishigaki: Since I still have the pressing image of everyone raising their eyebrows, I pray that I can hurry up and see the day they play soccer like normal middleschool kids.
Everyone, please support Tenma and co! And Kazemaru and co. who’ve become adults since they’re doing their best behind the scenes for the sake of the kids. Oh, and Kazemaru is waiting for your chocolate. (laughs)

The person who would receive the most chocolate is…
Fubuki and Shindou!?

Nishigaki: While they were on the trip he was popular with girls, so probably Fubuki
Tano: Doesn’t it seem like Tsunami would receive some? Fubuki would receive a lot of honmei choco that girls put a lot of effort into, and Tsunami would receive a lot of giri-choco. Even if you gave it to him without making a big deal (Fubuki), he’d probably accept it happily with an Oh! Thank you! He might even receive some chocolate from other boys yearning after him! (laughs)
The person who would be happiest to receive chocolate would be Kabeyama-kun, right?
Tano: If Kabeyama received just one box of chocolates, he would so happy.
Nishigaki: He’d thank you with all of his heart!
Tano: And he’d tell Kurimatsu (laughs)
Nishigaki: In GO I think it would be Shindou, right? He’s cool, calm and from a wealthy family; he gives off a prince-like vibe, so wouldn’t he be popular? Tsurugi’s too scary to give chocolate to (laughs)
Tano: Tsurugi definitely gives off a ‘Don’t come near’ me vibe. Wouldn’t you have to call on Tenma or someone and ask them to pass on your chocolate?

Those most looking forward to Valentine’s Day are…
Kabeyama, Kurimatsu, Shishido and Shourinji?!

Nishigaki: Kabeyama, Kurimatsu, Shourinji and Shishido are looking forward to it as a set.
Tano: But after not receiving any “But we waited all day!”
Nishigaki: Handa might be looking forward to it too, right…?
Tano: He’s kind of handsome, I guess (laughs)
Nishigaki: I think he’d receive a lot of giri-choco. Mixed in with some honmei choco, but he wouldn’t noticed. It would be funny if Gouenji was looking forward to it, but he has a little sister.
Tano: Along with Kidou, they probably think they’ll receive chocolate from Yuka and Haruna.
Nishigaki: Then react with “Who on earth could have made this~?” (laughs) In GO there are so many ikemen I bet they’d all receive some. Because of that, they’d look forward to it.
Tano: Ah, Minamisawa-senpai seems popular, so I think he looks forward to it.

(Guessing how the InaIre guys would make gyakuchoco)

Endou: I think Endou would definitely aim to make soccer ball-shaped chocolate but in the end it wouldn’t really look like anything… (Tano)

Gouenji: Like the bear present he bought for Yuka-chan. You’d know straight away who the chocolate is for (Nishigaki)

Kidou: It seems like Kidou-san would make chocolate that looks professional enough to be sold in a shop! (Tano)

Kabeyama: Because he’d make something he’d want to eat himself, there’d be a lot. I worry for the person receiving them… (laughs) (Tano)

Tsunami: He’s good at cooking fish, but chocolate…? It would look like a surfboard with 273 written on it. (Nishigaki)
It seems like he’d say, “There’s no chocolate I can’t make!” (laughs) “No problem!”
The kitchen would be covered with chocolate. (Tano)

Hiroto: I get the feeling that Hiroto is not too great at cooking. But he seems like the type to care more about appearance than taste? (Nishigaki)

I feel like he’d make something shaped like a flower. Like a rose or something. It seems like he’d make something that when he hands it over to a girl and she opens it it makes a big impact. (Tano)


Fubuki: It seems like he’d make winter crystal-shaped chocolate. And since he’s from Hokkaido, I have an idea that he’d make white chocolate. (Tano)

Ichinose: Definitely American-style, right? Nougat-y and sweeeet~ (Tano)

Raimon First Years: I feel like Kageno would make really bitter chocolate. Since Max is skilled, it seems like he could make something like colourful marble chocolate. (Tano)

Since Max is skilled, he could make something in the shape of his hat. Shishido seems like he’d make cute chocolate too. (Nishigaki)

As for Tenma and co….?

Nishigaki: I think Shindou is good at cooking. Seems like he’d make something where both the chocolate and the package it’s in would look like something you’d buy. Tenma seems like he wouldn’t be great (laughs)

Tano: Wouldn’t he gather everyone together and ask: What should I do??

Nishigaki: Finally he’d go to Shindou in a last-minute rush and ask, “Shindou-senpai! How do I get it right?”

Tano: Tenma would make chocolate using whipped cream. Like his hair. (laughs)

Nishigaki: Tsurugi would definitely make sword-shaped chocolate, right? Shinsuke would make God Hand-shaped chocolate or something.

Also:
Kirino:
Since he looks like a girl you’d think he’d be good at cooking, but since he’s actually quite masculine he’s probably worse than you think.

Fei: Since the chocolate he’d make would be from the future it would be quite futuristic and mysterious. It would be colourful, emerald or turquoise, and possibly glow, with zero calories?!

Kariya: Since eating with his fingers is a nuisance, he’d probably decide on chocolate balls…?

The person with the most romantic confession is… Shindou!?
Nishigaki: Since they have many love-rivals, if girls don’t push forward with all their strength, they can’t win. I think there would be girls who think “I have to give him my handmade chocolate in person!” They’d go directly to his house, or call him to the riverbank or something.
Tano: I feel like it wouldn’t be strange for Shindou to give a romantic speech to his partner.
Nishigaki: The two would stand together and flowers would blow in the background without it feeling out of place. (laughs)

The person with the most passionate confession is… Hiroto!?
Tano: I think it’s Hiroto.
Nishigaki: Because he seems used to knowing how to treat girls. He rides in a sports car, and he’s a glasses-wearing young CEO.
Tano: Even though Midorikawa is always nearby standing guard over him (laughs)
Nishigaki: (laughs) I think he’d be able to do it smoothly, without hesitating. He’d set the scene in a pretty place where you could see the night sky, kneel down in front of his partner and hand over flowers… or something. But because his big sister is very important, I doubt he’d get married. Because he’d definitely be looking after the orphanage kids, a little bit like a father.

Leave the delicious chocolate to Kabeyama!
The person who knows delicious chocolate, is definitely Kabeyama, right?
Tano: When Kabeyama becomes an adult, he definitely goes tabearuki (eating and walking at the same time, like a tour). Like, to all of the cake shops.He has his own column in soccer magazines about ‘This month’s recommended chocolate,’
Nishigaki: When he recommends something, sales go up!
Tano: Kabeyama, who travels the world to eat.
Nishigaki: It’s no problem to leave it to Kabeyama, even Kidou acknowledges his superiority, make no mistake.
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Translator’s Notes: Sorry for any mistakes.

2

Imagine: You are the twin sister of Renessmee Cullen.

It was her thoughts that Edward heard, she always thought over you. You have a bit of twin mind speak, but you learned to shut her out of your mind. In fact, your parents didn’t even name you, Rosalie did. Carlie Cullen is your name. You have bleach blonde hair and love to cosplay as Harley Quinn. She is you hero in a way. While Jacob Black and the rest of your family fawned over your twin, you had a connection with the shapeshifters of La Push. You are particularly fond of Leah and Seth Clearwater. Being that you are more human than vampire, they were nicer to you than Renessmee and you loved that. 

You loved that you weren’t tied down to Forks or La Push. You weren’t an imprint and you doubt that any of your family would be sad to see you leave. When the Volturi had came to try and kill you and your sister, you met a few vampires that actually preferred you over your sister. Vladimir and Stephan. Peter and Charlotte. Everyone in your family thought that you didn’t have a gift until the others came. You were like Felix in a way. You were a promising fighter. Though knives wouldn’t do much against an actual vampire, Vladimir and Stephan showed you how to fight with them. Peter taught you the weak points to go for should it come to a fight with the Volturi. 

You admit that you were disappointed that it didn’t come to a fight. But you and your sister had facinated Aro. He seemed to have a particular interest in you when he and you noticed Alec staring at you. Aro simply giggled and took your hand to read your thoughts. He smiled as he looked you directly in the eye he read your thoughts. Both of your parents and Renessmee were confused as to what was going on. But Edward, your father, read Aro’s thoughts and his face went emotionless. Aro wanted to take you into his guard. Being that you are Alec’s mate, he saw that you would be a lovely addition to his guard. Luckily, he didn’t see the need to take you now. You hated the fact that you were Alec’s mate. He hadn’t spoken a word to you the entire time that the Volturi were there. He simply stared at you and you avoided his gaze so that you wouldn’t lose your temper. 

You wanted to fall in love with someone like normal people. You wanted to experience falling in love, not being automatically tied to someone for all if eternity. That’s one of the reasons that you hated imprinting. You had noticed that all of the girls that the wolves had imprinted on were basically housewives. They cooked, cleaned, and their only obligation to their tribe was to reproduce more wolves. That sickened you and the thought that this was Renessmee’s fate gave you a little satisfaction. She had no temperament and no backbone in your opinion. 

You were independent and could take care of yourself from your young age. You could get things done yourself that she had others do for her. That’s one of the reasons that you and Leah got along. Being unwanted wasn’t new to either of you. As you and your sister grew, you knew that you didn’t want to stay with your family. You convinced Leah and Seth to come with you when the time came. Jacob wasn’t too happy about his pack leaving him. But he didn’t force them to stay. He knew that they deserved better lives and I gave it to them. Neither of them imprinted as we moved from city to city across the country, so they got to choose who to be with. Leah’s choice surprised me. As much as she had claimed to hate vampires, she fell in love with one. Not just anyone. Stephan. The nomad who taught me how to use knives. Seth and I fell in love. 

With my impending mate Alec in our minds though, we confronted him about my choice. Alec himself surprised the both of us, he would wait for as long as I needed. He didn’t want to force me to love him and put my needs ahead of his. Seth kept phasing and we were together for nearly a century when we decided to go separate ways. We had several children in that time who where fully grown by time we ended our romantic relationship. We didn’t stop loving each other, but now it was only as friends. I went to Alec then. And he promised that one day we would have children of our own as well.

Originally posted by dumsvolturi

anonymous asked:

I meant to ask the boys about cuddles....*awkwardly giggles* But it's nice to know about you too!

Ahh sorry sweets I sometimes read over things to fast! I accidentally read ya’ll as you. It’s weird that I have never seen anyone else who says ya’ll… I thought I was the only one! I went ahead and did all 3 since these are short.


Sakamaki:

Shu - Loves cuddles, it’s a good pass time that he does not have to bother putting so much effort into. Not to mention it’s an easy way to get blood. His favorite position is for you to be stuck to his side with an arm around his waist and head on his chest with his arm wrapped around you.

Reiji - Only when he’s going to sleep, he is too busy to stop and waste time on such a useless thing. He does suppose it’s a good way to wind down before bed with a good book. He likes for you two to be facing each other with you wrapped in his arms, if he’s reading you can always rest a head on his shoulder and wrap an arm around his chest. 

Ayato - Ayato’s main cuddle times are when he’s going to sleep, sleeping, or ‘mornings’. He likes cuddles but he’d rather spend his time awake dicking around than lovey dovey nonsense. His loves to spoon before bed, big spoon of course, but when he’s asleep he tendss to turn away and entangle your legs together so your hips are touching, when he wakes up he’s little spoon… baby him.

Kanato - He likes them but he has to balance your time and Teddy’s time. He usually wants to cuddle at unusual times so be prepared at any moment; Kanato is not known for consistency. His favorite position is the spoon, he’s the little spoon… yet another you have to baby. Expect him to bite you at any given moment as well.

Laito - Laito prefers to cuddle after the nasty or pure lazy days, like rainy days. It depends on what you two are or were doing on which position you prefer. If it’s aftercare cuddles you two are usually pressed together facing one another, if it’s that rainy days cuddle you’re probably resting a head on his chest doing whatever while does crosswords.

Subaru - He adores cuddles but dies not know how to go about asking for them so he settles to doing so when he’s feeding. Once he’s cuddling though, don’t expect him to get up and if you two are in his coffin you’re sleeping there. Usually you two will be spooning, he’s the big spoon with you facing away from him so you can’t see his face. 

Mukami:

Ruki - Let’s get this straight, cuddling is a reward for good livestock, play your cards right and you may get a few minutes to relax with him. He prefers to cuddle while he is reading so you’ll probably end up either in his lap or resting on his shoulder or chest during your sessions. They don’t last long though so soak them in.

Kou - Kou is a ‘morning’ cuddler so you’ll probably have to cuddle him awake. He prefers to touch backs with you instead of facing you because let’s face it, warmth against you back is the best warmth. Just don’t move okay? When he’s good and awake though he’ll turn over to face you and cuddle you then to, don’t worry, but his main cuddle session happens when he’s half asleep and groggy.

Yuma - Yuma does not care much for cuddles at all, there are a million things he could be doing instead of being wrapped around you. That being said when the big guy’s asleep you can take the opportunity to gain a Yuma sized pillow, just don’t expect him to reciprocate.

Azusa - Every kind of cuddle with Azusa is a good cuddle, seriously the ultimate cuddle buddy here. It does not matter if he is awake or not, he cuddles. It is also a perfect time for him to feed to since you’re already right there, plus it’s more intimate that way… not that it has to be. He has no favorite position as long as you are comfortable he’s fine.

Tsukinami:

Carla - Carla has no time to cuddle, get that straight. When he does cuddle though it is on his terms and for however long he wants to in whatever position he wants to be in. Your arm asleep? Oh well.

Shin - Another who does not care for cuddles. He’ll indulge you though, just to get a drink. It’s best to cuddle Shin when he’s asleep or just waking up and too disoriented to care.

thisissirius  asked:

i follow you because we share a lot of opinions. you're so giving, thoughtful and approachable. i love your introspective posts and always look forward to your commentary on things!

Wow, this took me a long time to respond to but life and stuff happened.  You know what it’s like. I think you are amazing and when ever you post new fic I get so happy even though I know it’s probably gonna kill me.

Haley @aarondingel and I were talking and I got this idea for a little ficlet…I hope you enjoy it! And Haley darling thanks for always being my muse.

Feels like your hand is on the door

AO3

Words were softly spoken and touches tentative. Robert had cooked them dinner, reminding Aaron that although his husband was lazy and preferred to get someone else to do all the hard work, he was a fantastic cook.

They’d eaten in silence but it had been full of comfort and affection, no awkwardness had touched their table.

Aaron knew they had more to discuss, but he was all talked out. Frankly, he just wanted to clean up and go to bed with his husband, because Robert was still his husband. Whatever else was going on, he loved him, more than anything.

“Was the food okay?” Robert asked, when Aaron got up and took their plates over to the sink.

“Yes, thanks. You should cook more often, Vic isn’t the only one in your family with that talent,” Aaron replied, an easy smile on his face as he stacked up the plates and pans.

“Mum taught me. We used to spend hours in the kitchen together. Dad hated it, told her to stop filling my head with useless crap,” Robert revealed, his words soft as he reminisced.

Aaron turned to face his husband, leaning against the sink, “He was wrong.”

“Was he?” Robert asked, sounding unsure. “Mum would wait until he left, then she’d whisper in my ear about how I’d be a great husband one day. I guess I failed her as well as you.”

“Robert, you’re not a failure. An epic fuck up, you may be, but you’re a good husband. I wouldn’t want anyone else. Things are just hard right now,” Aaron replied, twisting his wedding ring round his finger and off. He turned and put it on the kitchen counter.

Robert’s loud gasp and shuddering breath made Aaron twist back immediately. Shit! His husband looked like he was having a panic attack.

“What the fuck, Robert? Are you okay?” Aaron asked, as he moved to comfort, reassure, anything to help.

“Your ring!” Robert managed to force out.

Aaron looked at his husband, then back at his wedding ring sitting on the counter, Robert’s fears suddenly clear to Aaron.

“No, Robert no. I just took it off to do the dishes. I didn’t change my mind. I promise,” Aaron vowed. Grabbing his ring and shoved it back on, hastily, before crossing to where Robert was, hunched in on himself.

He grabbed a hold of Robert’s shoulders, “I love you, neither of us are going anywhere. Okay? Let’s just go to bed. The washing up can wait ’til tomorrow.”

Robert’s breath punched out of him, in shallow rattling gusts, making Aaron frown with concern. Eventually, the rough bursts slowed, allowing Robert to speak again. “I can’t be without you,” he said, curling his body around Aaron’s.

“You won’t have to be,” Aaron promised, wrapping his arms around Robert and not letting go.

One shot

Prompt; I thought I lost you kiss

requested by @jadeoccelot


~~~*8*~~~

The road was quiet, far too quiet for her liking.  

The wind had died down considerably, allowing her to hear the last traces of whispers her friends shared behind her. Not even the birds chirped, despite it being bright and sunny out. It seemed like the forest was holding its breath, just as she was, waiting on the road for something, anything.  

Him.  

She knew there’d be some delays in the plan, the flare that popped up in the distance had been the first indication of trouble. They’d gotten the wagon ready almost immediately afterwards, now all they had to do was wait for the rest of the party to come racing around the bend to join them. Except, it had been far too long since they saw the flare shoot up, and still; there was nothing.  

Levy’s fist opened and closed, clenching tightly as she fought the panic in her heart. I should’ve gone with him, she berated herself. I should’ve made sure he was safe!  

He of course, would disagree; believing that she would be safer here and just as capable on this side as she would be by his. It was the reason these kinds of raids became rare; working separately rather than together like they normally did. Though, she could see some reason as to why the others would prefer them this way. There were far too many chances for them to slip into a dark corner and play around a bit, losing precious time whenever they canoodled. Lily had a particular nickname for them because of this, much to their embarrassment. But it didn’t stop them, far from it. If anything, they’d gotten bolder.  

Nothing so much as public displays, but Gajeel wasn’t opposed to sneaking into her room at night, or even during the day when Levy grasped his wrist to drag him away. And she loved the moments when he took her in private, leaving her gasping and desperate for more.  

Now, she was desperate for him to return to her, silently begging him to be alright. Even her companions were holding their breath, anxiously looking at each other. She hadn’t missed their debate on whether they should stay or leave, abandoning the others to their pursuers. They’d have little hope if they were left behind, and something twisted in her heart at the thought. I won’t! I won’t leave him, she swore to herself, bracing her shoulders against the concept. She was glad that she wasn’t facing the others right then, tears were beginning to pool in her eyes, blurring her vision. She refused to reach up and wipe them away, betraying her resolve to hold steady and wait for them.  

The shadows were starting to stretch as the sun was sinking, but still she stood on the road, waiting. Please, be okay, she begged, biting her lip as she heard shuffling behind her. Obviously the others were growing restless after waiting for so long, and wanted to move out. But that would mean…  

She clenched her jaw, her teeth clicking shut as she resisted the urge to succumb to tears. Not yet! She thought, pretending that she hadn’t heard the clear cough of the driver. They’re not here yet! There was a crunch of stone under a boot, and she knew they were finished waiting, and would drag her away, with or without the others. She tensed as he grew near, and-

A shout echoed from the far end of the road, startling them all. She took a shuddering breath as she recognized the voice, and nearly collapsed when the familiar figures finally emerged from around the curve. They looked worse for wear, as though they had been through a tough battle. It must have been, she decided, for Gajeel’s clothes had been torn, stained from dirt and blood. For a split second she feared that it was his, but he didn’t seem hurt other from a few visible scrapes and bruises. But he was grinning as they ran up the road, and lifted a rather large load over his head in triumph.  

“Jackpot!” He crowed, racing past her to toss the bag into the wagon, clapping his hand on another’s shoulder in celebration and shaking hands with the driver, who urged them all to hurry and jump in while they had a chance. She blinked, confused but relieved. He really was too much, she thought. Such a jerk…  

Her tears fell before she could stop them, and she couldn’t help her shoulders that trembled. It felt as though her chest was caving in, she had been so scared for him. And here he was, cheering like he hadn’t a care in the world while she was acting like a fool. Though, to be fair, they were supposed be a secret from the others, even if was poorly hidden. But still, as she tried to hide her sobs behind her hands, she couldn’t find it in her heart to be mad at him, wishing that she could fling herself into his arms and cling to him, relishing in his presence. Maybe later on she’d scold him for his recklessness, once she had properly calmed down enough.  

She was still in the road, unable to move quite yet due to her distress. She could hear the driver shouting for her to get a move on, yet she couldn’t get her legs to move the way she wanted. She jumped when a gentle hand touched her shoulder, turning her around to face the owner. Her cries became muffled as she was gathered into his arms, warm and strong and comforting.  

“Oi, oi,” he crooned gently, rubbing her back softly. She hiccupped, reaching up to cling to what was left of his shirt.  

“You’re late,” she whimpered, burying her face in his shoulder.  

“I know, sorry,” he said, tightening his grip around her.  

“I thought… I couldn’t,” she stuttered, unable to voice her fears anymore. What if he thought she was weak after all? Especially after a scare like this? But he was fine now, what if he laughed at her?

“Lev.”  

He had pulled back, enough to look at her and reached up to cup her face softly, his thumb brushing her quivering lip. He lifted her face up and pulled her close, brushing his lips across hers in a gentle kiss.  

“I’m here now, Lev,” he said, whispering against her mouth. “I’m here, I ain’t stupid enough to leave ya like that.” He kissed her again, harder this time as he wrapped his arms around her again, lifting her up to carry her to the wagon, ignoring the others that ushered them on. Safe in his arms, Levy could feel her chest lighten, and curled into his chest as he set her on his lap, comforting her still. As the wagon pulled forward, one of the others started chuckling maniaclly, and a thought hit her, completely stopping her crying.  

They wouldn’t have to hide their love anymore.