pull them up for goodness sake!

Imagine - You're dating Alex but Zach kisses you

Originally posted by painfulblisss

Request: “Hey! Could you do an imagine where the reader is dating Alex, but Zach has a crush on them and kisses them at a party, so they don’t know if they should tell Alex, but he eventually finds out? Thank you!!”

You were with your boyfriend, Alex Standall, at another one of Bryce Walker’s famous parties. You weren’t a big fan of parties but you came because Alex had asked you too.

You and Alex have been dating for about two months now and you like Alex, he’s sweet, but sometimes he can be quite neglecting towards you. It’s hard to depict how he’s feeling towards you because he’s a generally reserved person, but lately he has been acting more distant than usual. Which you understand the reasoning behind. His friend, Hannah Baker, had just committed suicide two weeks ago. You can’t begin to imagine how tough that must be on him. But you only wish that he could talk to you. You are his girlfriend after all, you’re there to support him.

Alex was currently getting the two of you some drinks inside, while you waited by the edge of the pool.  You were sitting with your feet dipped in the water when you feel someone sit down next to you. 

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This is not the end;

She’s never going to see him again. And he was perfect.  

Lily meets the love of her life in Tesco Extra at 10pm.  

read on ao3, part II

Happy birthday to the cutie-pie ria @gxldentrio

The first time Lily Evans meets him is at the self-checkout service at Tesco Extra. He’s got these tall, gangly legs that look like they could go on forever and (from what she can tell from the back of him anyways) an unruly bed of jet black hair.

And, if first impressions were anything to go by then he was also an absolute fool. Clumsy and, to be honest, bordering on idiotic.

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BTS REACTION - You being thick/chubby

Thank you so much for the request, I think that all of BTS would love the girl for who they are, despite their weight, so I’m gonna do you a small scenario with each member! I hope that’s okay, I just don’t want it to be repetitive.


Kim Namjoon

Whilst Namjoon was showering, you opened your silk robe to reveal the lingerie you had gotten not long ago. A sigh left your parted lips as you looked at your body.  You had always hated your body, always been on the ‘thick’ side rather than super skinny like all those beautiful girl idols. As soon as you heard Namjoon open the bathroom door you quickly closed your robe and climbed into bed under the covers.

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Sneak Preview!

So my short one-shot for @elsewhereuniversity has become a 7,000 words and counting story. Since I’m still working on it I figured I’d give ya guys a sneak peak at it!

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Your new roommate greets you with a smile, clothes like a bunch of sharpies threw up on them, and an extended hand.

“Hi, I’m Reagan!”

You take the hand, note the faint scars crisscrossing like a maze across the skin.

“Um, hi.”

They are so short they have to tip toe to look over your shoulder. “Do you need any help with your stuff?” You shake your head and Reagan nods, still smiling, before leaving the door open and going back to their side. “Kay, just let me know if you do.”

They are wearing the shoes that light up when you walk and you had no idea those came in adult sizes. Or maybe their feet are small? You pick up your first bag and enter the dorm, prepared for your first year at university.

You are not prepared, however, for the cat that sits on your roommate’s bed.

“Uh… we’re allowed pets here?”

Reagan looks up from their laptop, looking confused. “Pets?”

You put your bag down on your side of the room and point to the black long haired cat curled up on their tie dye sheets. Reagan follows your finger and blinks at the cat.

“That’s not a pet. That’s Skooma.”

Pause. “Like in Skyrim?”

Reagan gives you another grin. “Naw, I played Morrowind.” Nervous laughter. “I’m old.”

“I’m still pretty sure we’re not allowed cats.”

Their face goes blank and they stare.  If it weren’t for the blinking you would think they’d died or something.

“It’s… Skooma.”

Clearly, you aren’t getting anywhere about this. You’d just wait for an RA to find out or a teacher or something. It would be sad but you didn’t want to get into trouble. You put your first bag down and go to grab your other two. The meeting is at noon so you have some time to unpack and get things situated. You glance over at your roommate’s side, wondering how they’ve set their stuff up. Reagan is sitting against the wall, laptop on their lap and typing with a speed that sort of intimidates you. They haven’t even removed their shoes. Actually… now that you’re looking at their side it’s kinda… bare. Their sheets are bright tie dye that hurts to look at, there’s a rolling Hello Kitty suitcase beside the bed, and their desk is empty except for a brown, round bed, supposedly for the cat still curled up on the sheets. Other than those things the entire side of their room has no trinkets, posters, not even a litter box.

You wonder if it would be rude to put up your own posters. You eye your small framed photo’s and the Furby you’d brought. No, no, you couldn’t let something like this intimidate you. It was stupid. Who cared what your roommate did. You pull out your posters and sticky tack and try to artfully arrange them on the walls. The photos and Furby are put on your desk along with your brand new Graduation laptop.

“You might want to take the batteries out.”

You jump, in the middle of pulling out clothes and hanging them in the shared closet. “Uh… what?”

Reagan has a pair of thick, expensive looking headphones around their neck, squooshing their face. “That Furby. You should take out the batteries. Might end up hearing things you don’t want to.”

You can only stare at such a weird request.

Reagan smiles. “Just a suggestion.” They put the headphones back on and continue working on their laptop. Somehow, the cat has migrated to their lap and the computer is almost falling off their knees but they don’t seem bothered.

You wait but when they don’t do anything else you put away the last of your clothes. Reagan’s side of the closet isn’t as bare as their side of the room, at least. Just… very bright. You think some of the sneakers are heely’s for goodness sake. Who even wears those anymore? You check the time. It’s almost noon and you just know you’ll get lost on your way to the freshman meeting. You put on a new t-shirt and grab a small jacket just in case. You’re out the door before pausing. Wait… You poke your head back in.

“Uh…” Can they even hear you with those headphones on? Yet Reagan pulls them off and looks up expectantly. “Um, are you coming?”

The smiling is starting to creep you out. “To what? The freshman meeting? God no, I’m definitely not a freshman!”

What.

“What.”

“Pffft, the look… no, no, my old roommate, uh, left and I guess they had to stick someone in here.” They reach down and scratch the cat’s ears. “If you don’t like bein’ my roommate just give it a bit and I’m sure some rooms will open up.”

“Um… kay. Well, I guess I’ll see you later?”

Reagan waves with their unoccupied hand then yelps as their laptop takes a tip. You leave to muttered cursing and something that sounds like hissing air.

You only get lost once on your way to the meeting and so you’re quite early. A cheerful older student comes up and gives you a nametag. She tells you to write your name on it, but not your true name. Whatever that means. You’re staring at the nametag in confusion (do you put your full name? What the heck is a true name?) When another student comes up to you. He’s got a bit of a beard and his curly hair barely fits under his University cap.

“Havin’ some issues?”

“Uh, yeah. I was told to put my name on it but… not my true name?”

He wrinkles his nose and sighs. “Best to go with a nickname. Make ‘em happy, eh?”

It’s still weird but you put a nickname anyways and peel off the back to stick it to your t-shirt.

“Well, anyways, my name’s Harris.” You shake his hand, calloused and rough.

‘Uh, well, you already know mine.” You point to your tag.

“Now I do. What’s your room number? I’m pretty sure I can find your RA for you, I know ‘em all.”

You have to pull the crumpled piece of paper from your pocket and peer at your writing. “Um… I’m in room fourty-four floor four.”

When you look back up from putting the paper away you freeze. Because he’s… he’s staring at you with something like fear or pity.

“So, uh, fourty-four floor four, huh. Um… you met your roommate yet?”

“Yes…..?”

He nods shakily. “Good. That’s… good.”

“Is… is something wrong? They’re not some sort of murderer or something are they?”

“What? No, no.” He wipes his hands on his jeans. “Just… be careful, kay?”

O….kay?

“Is this about the ca-”

His hands clap around your mouth and holy shit you thought people only did that in movies.

“Nope. Nothing to do with them. Or it. Or anything.” You duck away from his gross, sweaty hands and give him a dubious stare. “Well, uh, the RA for floor four is that girl in the blue jacket.” He takes off, giving you looks over his shoulder.

Your RA gives you an absent nod and a smile before returning to her phone and you sit in a provided chair. You thumb on your own phone, blessed anti-social device. Noon passes and when the stragglers thin, the RA claps to get attention and smiles at everyone. You half listen to the speech. Some of it seems odd (carrying iron? Salt? The bowls by the doors had to be filled with milk?) but most was the usual stuff you had already read in the papers they hand out. Yes, you read them.

But, then…

“Oh, and who is staying in room fourty-four?”

You blink. What. Cautiously, you raise your hand and shrink when everyone looks at you.

The RA, you already forgot her name, smiles at you. “Excellent, I have to speak to you after the tour, okay?”

You nod, what else could you do? As the RA continues on, a girl beside you, glasses taking up half her face and hair pulled into a ponytail pokes you in the shoulder.

“What’s so special about room fourty-four?” She whispers through a lisp.

You shrug.

The boy on the other side of her leans over, almost falling into the girls’ lap and she pushes at his shoulder. “Do you have a single room?”

You shake your head. “No, I have a roommate.”

Both of them stare at you. The girl pulls at her skirt. “Who is it?”

“Um, they’re not a freshman. So… they’re not here.”

The boy smacks his hand on the back of the girls chair. “What? No way!”

The RA clears her throat, staring at them pointedly. The two shrink back, still giving you looks. You hope you can avoid them when the tour starts. As usual, it is not to be, and the two corner you as the group is herded together.

“So,” The girl starts. Her nametag says Bea in looping, over exaggerated cursive. “You have a roommate in a freshman dorm building who’s not a freshman?”

“Uh, yeah, that’s what I said.”

They stare at you. You stare back.

The boy, his nametag says Gary in blocky, thick pen, throws up his hands. “Well?! You can’t just say that and then not explain anything!”

You open your mouth, to say <i>i can’t tell if they’re female or male and everytime i think of asking i can’t they have a cat that doesn’t look like a cat and they smile too much</i> but the words catch in your throat and you don’t say anything.

Bea scowls at you, crossing her arms over her chest. “Whatever. C’mon, Gary, we’ll probably see this mystery roommate eventually.” she stalks off in her high heels, skirt swishing about her knees. Gary gives you a glare before following.

You wonder if you’ve lost some potential friends.

“Well, they were rude.”

You yelp and whirl around, your own hair smacking into your face.

Reagan smiles at you, wearing an eye searing orange hoodie and bright pink sweatpants. They are pulling their Hello Kitty suitcase behind them and you have no idea how you didn’t hear them approach.

“I was just heading out and saw you about to start your tour so I decided to say hi.” They tsk and shake their head. “But instead I hear some truly rude people. Those two won’t make any friends like that. Are you okay, though?”

You work your jaw and give them a watery smile. “Uh, yeah, I’m fine.” For some reason the question makes the two’s snubbing hurt even worse.

Reagan looks into the distance, seeming lost in thought. It goes on long enough you shuffle uncertainly. Just as you’re about to speak they meet your eyes and give you a grin. “Don’t worry about people like them. Oh! Here, you should wear this.” They reach into their hoodie pocket and pull out a bead bracelet. It’s made of those cheap plastic beads you get in kid jewellry making kits. All you can tell is that the colours are bright and many, pinning down the pattern or naming any makes your head hurt.

You accept it.

For some reason you slip it onto your wrist. It’s made of that stretchy string you get in the kits and easily fits. Against your wrist you can see some of the beads are the white letter ones and you flip them over.

Your name.

“Well, I’ll let you get back to your tour. See ya!” Reagan turns, the suitcase making no noise as it runs over the gravel. Their hood is bulging outwards and you can see a black, fluffy tail draped over the edge. Two bright yellow eyes stare at you.

You are not sure when you return to the group. The tour guide’s don’t mention it, in fact they avoid looking at you altogether. You listen to the speeches about the cafeteria and how to use meal points. You follow as they show everyone the library, the on site gym, hand out maps for campus. You rub the bracelet, feeling the square beads in between the round ones.

You… are pretty sure you never told anyone your full name.

Nothing you own has your full name on it.

Only your student number was on your assigned room sheet.

After the tour everyone is herded into the cafeteria for lunch (provided by the school specifically for the freshman). You find your floors RA and tap her on the shoulder. She turns, giving you a customer service generic smile.

“Uh, you wanted to see me after the tour?”

The other older students she was talking to peer at you curiously. Harris is the only one actively avoiding looking at you.

“Oh! Excellent, just give me a sec, you guys.” You follow when she walks into an unoccupied corner. “Okay, your roommate was there when you went to your room, right?”

“Uh… yeah.”

“Thought so. So the… uh, previous roommate left some stuff and I figured you could use it.”

“What? Like… clothes? Shouldn’t that stuff be given to, um, someone else?”

She laughs and reaches into her pocket. “Not that kind of stuff.” She pulls out a bag of dried salmon cat treats, a small toy mouse, and a pair of glasses with one of the lenses cracked.You take it because she won’t stop holding the stuff out to you expectantly.

You stare at it. “Um, doesn’t this cat stuff belong to my roommate?”

She shakes her head. “You’ll need it. But don’t wear those,” she points to the glasses. “All the time. They’re brushed with iron. Don’t want to see stuff you shouldn’t!” She laughs, too bright, too loud. “Well, good luck!” And she leaves you standing there with an armful of weird cat things and a pair of useless glasses. You don’t even wear glasses. Actually… you touch the lenses. They’re plastic.

Weird.

I could treat you better

(A/N): I love this request so fucking much

Request:  Hi, can I request one where the reader is dating tony and he treats her badly, then Bucky or Steve are like I can treat you much better than that ? ( btw you’re an amazing write and I love your work

Warnings: angst? swearing, drinking, abusive relationship

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah, @callmeoncette


Originally posted by n-barnes

   Bucky had to watch helplessly as Tony involuntarily insulted (Y/N) again that night; ‘Oh, they’re just a little play thing,’ 'Sorry, I just think you’re so beautiful. I’d love to take you out to dinner after this,’ 'Yeah, I told (Y/N) to wear this other shirt, this one is just- ugh- lets talk about something else, ’ The entire fucking night Bucky watched as Tony treated (Y/N) like shit all throughout the dinner. He wouldn’t even acknowledge them when they gently tugged on his sleeve, asking in a meek voice when they were going to leave. Not to mention he kept flirting with every person who walked by, making (Y/N) feel even worse. He’d seen them go from happy and chirpy at the beginning of the dinner to where they were now, sniffling in the furthest corner of the booth. Bucky’s heart ached for them as he watched them paw at their nose “inconspicuously”.

    He could treat them so much better, he wouldn’t flirt everytime someone so much as breathed, he wouldn’t leave them waiting up for hours on end only to find out that he had been at another persons house, he wouldn’t berate them like Tony did, he wouldn’t hurt them they way Tony had. He’d treat them right, he’d love them and cherish them, he buy them flowers and hold their hand, kiss them whenever they wanted affection, he’d hold them close and tell them how much he loved them.

    Bucky grit his teeth as he glared at the food on his plate, some fancy shit he didn’t even like. 

   All the avengers were out for some celebration after having saved the world again. Bucky didnt want to be here, nor did (Y/N). He couldn’t help thinking that they should be at home together, eating some shitty icecream and watching those even shittier tv shows (Y/N) loved. Bucky smiled softly as he thought of the never to be memory, it was soft and warm, it reminded him of some place safe and warm. It was funny how something that was never even going to happen made him this fucking happy- 

    “(Y/N), stop being so fucking clingy!” Tony lashes out at them, glaring at them angrily. “Goddamit sometimes I fucking hate you,” Bucky didnt think he could possibly hate another person as much as he hated Tony in that moment. How dare he talk to (Y/N) like that? The fucking bastard, he ought to rip him to pieces-

    “But Tony-” (Y/N)’s voice quivered as did their lip as they willed them self not to cry. 

   "I swear to god I’m going to smack you so hard-“ That was the last straw for Bucky, he refused to sit by and listen to Tony treat (Y/N) this way any longer. Bucky nearly flipped the table over as he stood up, glaring at Tony so intensely he could feel his head beginning to ache. 

   "Don’t you ever fucking talk about (Y/N) like that again you dick," 

   "I’ll do whatever the hell I want to them Barnes, you don’t own them," 

   "Neither do you,” Tony chuckles dryly as he shakes his head, taking a soft sip from his liquor. 

   "I think they do actually, they’re my property and I’ll do whatever I damn well please to them. If I want to call them a bitch I will, if I want to rough them up a bit I will, I’ll beat the living shit out of them if-“ Bucky grabbed Tony by the collar, hoisting him up off the ground as he shoved him into the nearest wall. 

   "I dare you to fucking finish that sentence,” Bucky growls, hoisting Tony up a bit higher. “See what happens you piece of shit,”

    “Bucky, please don’t,” (Y/N)’s voice is on the verge of hysteria at this point, high and pleading with the soldier. “Just drop it, it’s not worth it,” Bucky ignores them for now, too focused on the way Tony was attempting to squirm out of his grip. “Bucky!” (Y/N) gripped his arm, squeezing it just enough to get his attention. “Please, let him go,” Bucky’s expression softens only a bit as he looks at (Y/N), his eyes now wide with sadness and confusion. 

   "But doll-“ 

   "Please,” (Y/N) pleads. 

   "Can you- can you take me home? Please?“ Bucky nods immediately, dropping Tony to the floor not so softly; if that fall didn’t break his ass Bucky would be surprised.

    "You fuckin’ asshole,” Bucky spits at him as (Y/N) drags him away, pulling him out if the restaurant and out onto the street. 

   "I’m so sorry about that doll, oh my god, you deserve so much better than that,“

    "All I was trying to tell him was that I didn’t feel good,” (Y/N) whispers to the ground, folding their arms over their stomach. “I thought I was going to throw up and I wanted to ask him how much longer he’d be there,” (Y/N) sniffles softly, finally allowing their tears to fall. Bucky bit his lip as his heart ached for (Y/N). They didn’t fucking feel good and then Tony had to go and act like that? They just wanted to go home for fucks sake, was that so hard for Tony to understand? 

   "Here,“ Bucky pulls (Y/N) close to him, wrapping a protective arm around their shoulders. "Lets take a cab, it’s faster,” (Y/N) nods, unconsciously leaning against Bucky for support. 

   Immediately Bucky flagged a taxi down and opened the door for (Y/N), letting them climb in before him. They immediately curl up beside the door, their head resting against the cold metal. Bucky climbed in afterwards, gave the driver the directions and money and then settled back into his seat.

    “You okay doll?” Bucky asks as he reaches out, brushing his metal hand against (Y/N)’s forehead.

    “No,” (Y/N) whimpers pathetically. “I’m gonna throw up,”

    “Not in my car yer not!” The cab driver spoke up, glaring at (Y/N) from the front seat. (Y/N) whimpers sadly, Bucking up against Bucky’s hand unconsciously. 

   "Fuck, you’re burnin’ up doll,“ Bucky bites his lips in worry, his gaze traveling over (Y/N)’s now pale face. 

   "If you puke in 'ere it’s ten extra dollas!" 

   "Yeah, yeah,” Bucky didnt mean to sound curt but (Y/N) wasn’t looking all too good at the moment and that’s all he cared about. Luckily for them they made it back to the tower before (Y/N) hurled their dinner.

    “C'mon doll,” Bucky whispers as he guides (Y/N) to their bathroom, letting them lean on him for support. He only manages to get them on the floor and pull their hair back before they’re puking.

    Bucky felt horrible as he ran a hand up and down (Y/N)’s quivering back. They were upchucking so violently he was worried about the sake of their intestines and ribs. Thankfully before any real damage was done (Y/N) stopped, having thrown up everything that was in their stomach. They dry heaved for a moment before collapsing back against Bucky.

    “I-I’m sorry Buck-”

    “Shh, it’s okay,” Bucky soothes. “I don’t mind,” He reaches up to brush some sweaty hair away from (Y/N)’s face, biting his lip as (Y/N) panted. “Can I do anything for you?" 

   "I’d really like some water…and something comfortable to wear…”

    “I’ll be right back,” Bucky smiles at them gently as he slips away, grabbing them their desired water and comfy clothes. “Here doll,” Bucky crouched down beside them as they tried to get up to get undressed. “I’ll help ya,” Bucky sets his materials aside, instead focusing on working (Y/N)’s shirt on their body. “I personally think this shirt looks amazing on you,” Bucky whispers as he lets the material slide off their shoulders, hitting the ground gently. 

   "No one else did…“ 

   "Well fuck everyone else then,” Bucky grumbles as he works (Y/N)’s pants off their legs.

    “I’m only trying to fuck you Barnes,” (Y/N) smirks as though drunk and perhaps they were, sick and drunk didn’t abide well together. Bucky smiles as he slides their pants off, then picking up the shirt and shorts he had gotten them to wear. 

   "Maybe after you start to feel better, yeah?“ Bucky slides the shirt on, the shorts following afterwards. 

   "Yeah, I like that," 

  "On one condition,” Bucky raises a finger, looking at (Y/N) sternly. “You have to dump Tony, he’s a great guy but he doesn’t treat you the way you deserve to be treated. You deserve better-”

    “Bucky-" 

   "Please believe me (Y/N),” Bucky whispers helplessly. “Most guys would never treat you like that," 

   "how would you treat me?” (Y/N) bites their lip, looking up at Bucky with some kind of hopefulness to their eyes. 

   "Well first I’d kiss you all the time, treat you well, cherish you,“ Bucky Leans down, kissing his way up from (Y/N)’s calf to her thigh. "I’d tell you how much I love you, I’d take you out on dates, if buy your presents, I sure as hell wouldn’t flirt with waiters with you right there-I wouldn’t even flirt at all. Then every morning I’d wake up and make you breakfast so you could have breakfast in bed, I’d run you nice, warm, long baths-” (Y/N) seemingly moans, a rather hoarse sound considering how hard they just puked. 

   "God, that sounds amazing,“ 

   "It does, doesn’t it?” Bucky smiles, recollecting his earlier thoughts about eating shitty icecream and watching even shittier tv shows. That could be him every night if (Y/N) want through with this, twenty four seven he’d have somebody to hold and love and cherish.

    “So that’s the deal? I fuck you, I break up With tony and instead date you? No catches or anything,”

    “No,” Bucky smiles as he runs his fingers along (Y/N)’s sweaty cheekbones. “Except having to put up with my shit constantly," 

   "well in that case,” (Y/N) smiles up at him gently, just barely showing off their teeth and Bucky thought it was the cutest little smile he’d ever seen. “Deal.”

Enneagram Types in Relationships

Type 1

Why you want them: They take the relationship seriously and will put an emphasis on mutual growth, they are more than willing to work through problems and change their behavior to improve the relationship

Why you don’t: They can’t always tell when their expectations are too high, they can focus more on what’s wrong in the relationship than what’s right

How to have a healthy relationship with them: Show that you are not afraid to work on yourself, let them discuss their ideals without being quick to shoot them down, give them opportunities to unwind, remind them of both your capacities and limitations (”I can’t do that yet, but, right now, I can do this”) 

Type 2

Why you want them: They’re the most affectionate type, they won’t run away scared when you’re having a hard time

Why you don’t: They don’t always know where they end and you begin, they may think they know you better than you know yourself

How to have a healthy relationship with them: Share your feelings with them and prompt them to do the same, reciprocate their affection, be clear with them about what you want and need as well as what you don’t, gently remind them of your personal boundaries

Type 3

Why you want them: They’ll pull out all the stops and spoil you, they are usually willing and able to help you achieve things you want to do

Why you don’t: They can be a bit stuck on themselves, they may unintentionally treat you as a trophy/be overly fixated on image while downplaying other, less glamorous aspects of the relationship

How to have a healthy relationship with them: Give them opportunities to celebrate their achievements and savor the reward, remind them that you love them for who they are, cheer them on/congratulate them, show them you are not afraid of your own potential

Type 4

Why you want them: They are tender and compassionate, they emphasize depth in the relationship and want to know you and be known by you as intimately as possible

Why you don’t: They get very frustrated by misunderstandings and can take a long time to let it go, they can become so entrenched in their brooding that they don’t pay you enough attention

How to have a healthy relationship with them: Listen to them and show understanding rather than immediately trying to problem-solve, show appreciation for their imaginative minds and creative works, give them opportunities to get out of their heads/have positive social interactions, encourage their more playful side

Type 5

Why you want them: They have a calming, level-headed presence that’s nicely complemented by the hours of fascinating conversation they can provide, their desire to know you on an intellectual level first often has a stabilizing effect on the relationship

Why you don’t: They may see commonly expected expressions of affection as unnecessary and be unwilling to get past their discomfort with them, they are aloof so you can’t expect a whole lot of attention unless you solicit them

How to have a healthy relationship with them: Respect their need for space, be willing to hear them discuss their interests, share your interests with them, show appreciation for their skills and their insights

Type 6

Why you want them: They’re highly unlikely to cheat on you, they will always stand up for you

Why you don’t: They usually have serious abandonment issues, they may pull imaginary issues out of their behinds for the sheer sake of explaining why they feel so nervous

How to have a healthy relationship with them: Express your commitment to them, be comprehensive with regards to what is going on with you/the relationship to keep their imaginations from running wild, show appreciation for their commitment and hard work, remind them that it is okay to take time for themselves when they start to feel too vulnerable

Type 7

Why you want them: They have good taste, they go the extra mile to make sure things don’t go stale

Why you don’t: They’re not always the most considerate of the fact that not everyone craves as much stimulation as them, they may resent having to contribute to the less thrilling aspects of a relationship (ex. domesticity)

How to have a healthy relationship with them: Remind them of the value of small pleasures, express your enthusiasm for your own activities and those you share with them, don’t tolerate recklessness, be clear about what you are and are not willing to try

Type 8

Why you want them: They won’t let you take any crap nor let anyone else get away with giving you any, they won’t hide or be passive-aggressive when things are bothering them

Why you don’t: They speak with such conviction that it’s sometimes hard to tell when they’re wrong about something (or lying, but they typically don’t lie much), they can be so intolerant of vulnerability that they don’t quite understand that it’s not a state one can be shouted out of without repercussions

How to have a healthy relationship with them: Stand up for yourself, give them space to let off steam - don’t let them take it out on you, show appreciation for their courage, remind them that it is okay to need help

Type 9

Why you want them: They’re flexible and low-maintenance, they’re patient and don’t mind the “slower” aspects of life 

Why you don’t: They can be intolerant of anything that disrupts their peace and refuse to deal with it, they may have low confidence and easily be discouraged by obstacles and/or taken advantage of

How to have a healthy relationship with them: Prompt them to discuss how they feel, don’t accept “whatever” for an answer - make sure they are truly comfortable with your decisions or shared decisions, show appreciation for their comforting presence and their versatility, share and appreciate relaxing moments with them

buttonfanatic  asked:

Lance is crazy good at play fighting and pulling punches, he probably had a lot of younger siblings or younger cousins growing up and he didn't want to actually hurt them (Also he probably took some drama classes). So basically imagine someone sparing hand to hand combat with him (lets just say Keith for simplicity's sake) and lance is about to get a lucky shot in, his fist flying right towards Keith's face, and he just stops it a millimeter before contact and triumphantly declares that he won

Yessss 

Lance always played with his younger siblings and cousins when they were around for the holidays. 

He prefered playing with them over his older relatives since he could have more fun with them. 

By the time Lance was 12 he had mastered play fighting and could make a punch look real but he never hit anyone. 

It was always fun, Lance always felt important when he played with them because the kids would always beg for more and wouldn’t let him leave. 

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Lance had forgotten about his skill when he left for the Garrison, he didn’t exactly need it anymore. 

Lance focused on his studies and piloting and make sure he stayed a fighter pilot. 

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When Lance found himself in space with two aliens and his hero who went missing for a year he started to remember his skill. 

He only remember at first when he would think back to his family on nights when he couldn’t sleep. Homesickness consuming him so his eyes wouldn’t shut.

Lance didn’t mind though, the memories were nice, he missed playing with them. 

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“Lance and Keith! You two are going to be partners in hand-to-hand combat training today.” Shiro spoke to both of the boys and moved to tell Hunk and Pidge what he needed to do. 

“I guess it’s you and me mullet.” Lance silently laughed as they walked to the area reserved for them. 

“Guess so, but don’t hold back alright?” Keith sifted into positions, fist raised.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Lance gave a sly smile and copy Keiths position and they were off. 

Even though Lance didn’t look it, he was almost as skilled as Keith. Lance usually faced people calling him weak simply because he wasn’t buff. But Lance could still pack a punch. 

The more the two boys fought, the more Lance kept seeing his younger relatives in Keith’s position. Lance swung over Keith’s head and thought he saw his little brother. 

Lance went to kick Keith away but saw his little cousin. Every time Lance went to hit Keith he saw his relatives. 

He couldn’t hurt them. Even when Keith’s fist collided with Lance and his boot hit his stomach Lance didn’t make contact with Keith’s body. 

Keith was obviously getting aggravated with how Lance would avoid hitting him when he treated him like a punching bag. 

Lance would always move his fist or feet a few inches off so he wouldn’t hit Keith. 

Then it happened, Lance managed to knock Keith down. Before Keith could stand up Lance had his knees on both side of Keiths hips, pinning him down. 

Lance rose his fist and started to bring it down. Keith closed his eyes, anticipating when the pain would come, but it never did. Keith slowly opened his eyes and say Lance’s fist a few centimeters from his cheek. 

Lance smiled “ I won.” Lance got off Keith and extended his hand to the raven haired boy. 

Keith took his hand and stood up. “How did you win? You didn’t even hit me.” 

“Well back at my house I would always ‘fight’ with my siblings and I would never hit them So it’s just a habit I suppose.” Lance scratched his neck avoiding Keith’s gaze.

“But I’m not one of your siblings or relatives.” Keith was slightly confused. None of it added up. 

“No, you may not be a blood relative, but you are family. All of you are, and I would never hurt my family.” Lance gave Keith a small pat on the back and made his way over to Shiro to tell him they were done. 

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Apologize || Taehyung

Request - 1. alexandratae581 said:  Aah I am so surprised by your writing!! You’re so talented!! Anyway I’d like a smut with Taehyung with fluffy ending and not in a bar!! Thank youu 💋            

                 2. Anonymous said:  Hii there!! I would like you to write sth with Taehyung being jealous but at the end I want to end up with a rough smut, if you don’t mind!! All of this, with Taehyung and with fluffy ending,please!! Thank youu!! 💋            

Pairing - Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre - Smut, Fluff

Summary - Taehyung barely reacted to you getting close to other men. But it get’s interesting when someone who had a particular spot previously in your heart comes back.

Warning - Daddy kink, Orgasm denial.


You knew you weren’t supposed to be going out with Haneul, not because Taehyung wouldn’t like it, but also because you knew it would (probably) end in a nasty way. But what could you do? Your boyfriend had been too busy for the past one month, that an invite from your ex-boyfriend was enough to get you excited for an outing.

Considering how Taehyung was always chill with you talking to other men, you reasoned that even this outing would be as harmless as ever as you debated on how to word your text message you were currently typing to Taehyung.

‘Should I tell him who I’m going with or should I wait for him to ask?’ You spoke to yourself as you stared at the screen, you already in your casuals as you got ready to leave. It was just this one last thing you had to do before leaving.

‘I mean.. He knows who Haneul is but..’ You scrunched your eyebrows together as you thought of a reasonable explanation. Finally deciding on just telling him the truth, you typed in your message.

Once you made sure it was worded right, you clicked the send button and didn’t bother waiting for a reply since you knew he would be busy. He always was.

You were, within around ten minutes, in the café where you were supposed to meet Haneul.

Haneul came along not too long after, the meeting being anything else but awkward, to your surprise.

'I really thought we’d be awkward the whole time.’ You said as both of you laughed, taking some time to recollect your old days. You both decided to visit the park which was not too far, a place which held very dear memories.

'Do you still come here?’ Haneul asked as he walked over to a swing before sitting on it, offering you the one beside it. You smiled before accepting it, 'Yeah, sometimes.’

You felt your phone vibrate and you took it out of your pocket, Taehyung’s name on your screen - he had replied.

'Okay.’

Was all that the message had said. To be honest, you were half expecting him to lash out and get territorial, since you were sure he was insecure about Haneul and you. You sighed, placing your phone back inside your pocket before swinging your legs.

'You okay?’ Haneul asked from the side as he watched your face get dull. You shook your head, 'Is it alright if I mention my boyfriend?’

Haneul nodded, letting lose a charming smile, which assured in you in many ways.

'He has been busy for the past month, and I completely understand he barely has time for me. But, sometimes, I just feel I’m not even in a relationship - or I’m the only person who’s staying at home, not sharing it with anyone. I can’t help but think sometimes that he is seeing someone behind my back, but again, I know he won’t..’ Your self-doubt kept growing - the opposite of what you had actually expected since you and expressed it. You didn’t think your doubts of Taehyung cheating on you would get stronger, if anything, they were supposed to be getting eliminated.

'So why don’t you leave him?’ Haneul asked, makind you whip your head to his direction.

'What?’

'Leave him, Y/N, and- and come to me.’ Haneul smiled at you, but you would never forget the time he had deceived you with the same exact smile.

Still, you didn’t flat out tell him no, you hesitated. You were torn in between both of them, out of which one was genuinely in love with you, and the other simply getting into your pants. The problem was, you were too confused to know who was who.

'I…’

But as you were about to speak again, you thought you felt your phone vibrate again, making you check it. The moment you pulled it out, your eyes went wide.

You were on a call with Taehyung, and you hadn’t known.

'Shit!’ You cursed before bringing it to your ear, 'Hello? Hello- Taehyung-’ The line cut, and you knew right then Taehyung had heard every single thing you had just said.

'I’m sorry, Haneul- I have to go. Bye!’ You deserted the swing and ran as fast as your legs could carry you to the nearest Taxi stand. You couldn’t be more thankful to find a Taxi in seconds, asking the driver to take you Taehyung’s office.

You knew you were in just more than big trouble - heck, you were almost sure he was going to break up with you.

You paid the cash to the driver in such a hurry that you almost dropped most of your money. Cursing under your breath,  you rushed into the office, the staff already recognizing you.

You didn’t pause to even greet Taehyung’s P.A as you ran ahead and stopped right outside his door. You silently prayed he was not in any meeting or wasn’t particularly busy. You knews all eyes were on you, making you glance back at everyone, their gazes instantly shifting elsewhere.

Without knocking or barely catching your breath, you opened his door, his eyes darting to you with anger. It was like he knew you would come. You closed the door, locking it as you huffed, taking a minute to lean your back against it to calm your heartbeat.

Once you knew you could talk, you walked towards his table, dropping your purse along the way. You stopped in front of the table, his hands interlocked in front of his face as he watched you intently.

'Tae-’

'Strip.’ His voice remained low, cutting you off. You shot a look at him,'What?’

'Strip out of your clothes, Y/N.’ Taehyung’s heated gaze made your breathing haphazard as your shaky hands went to the buttons of your blouse. You unbuttoned your shirt, your eyes following your hands because you knew you wouldn’t be able to handle his stare.

Once your shirt fell to the floor, Taehyung had to resist with all his will to not take you right there on the floor. He couldn’t be more thankful for the table that stood between you two. Your hands were fumbling with your jeans, and once you had them off, you dared to spare a glance at him. You knew he wanted you completely naked.

You quietly undid your bra and trailed your panties down your legs before stepping out of them, you feeling the embarrassment creeping up your body.

'Come here.’ Taehyung called in a gruff voice and you moved without delay to stand in front of him. He stood up, taking off his coat and throwing it on the floor before pressing you firmly against his desk, his left hand coming to your neck and wrapping around it.

'Look at me,’ His right hand, trailed down to your chest, while his eyes trained on yours. His fingers found your nipple and began playing with it, rubbing it and occasionally tugging at it, while he held you still with his hand against your throat and your body in between the furniture and his clothed self, 'I do not want a single moan from that pretty mouth of yours. You will only answer me when I ask you questions. Understand?’ His hand moved further down and stopped at your hip before he began grinding his clothed member against your heated core slowly. He pressed harder while his fingers teased around the insides of your thighs when you didn’t respond, 'Did you understand?’ He growled into your ear and you breathed before nodding your head.

'Speak up, Kitten. Daddy can’t hear you.’ He ran the tip of his tongue on a spot behind your ear, causing shivers to run down your spine.

'Yes.’ You managed, but his left hand tightened the grip around your throat, almost cutting off the air circulation, 'Yes, what?’

'Yes, Daddy.’ You immediately choked out. His breath fanned your ear as he let out a chuckle, 'Good Kitten.’

His fingers found its way to your folds, that were already dripping with anticipation. He tutted, 'Already so wet for Daddy when you know you have done bad. Is this how you apologize, baby doll?’

You bit your lip harshly to prevent the moan that was threatening to escape as his fingers rubbed your clit. You breathed, 'No Daddy.’

'Turn around.’ He left your neck and let you turn around so your back was facing him. He pushed you down, you resting your cheek against the smooth, cold surface of the table, his hands rubbing its way down your back before resting on your butt cheeks. His large hands pulled and fondled with them, pulling them apart before patting it gently, 'You should feel lucky that I’m not smacking your delicious skin here, Y/N. We don’t want anybody to know what a bad girl you’ve been to me, now do we?’ He didn’t expect you to answer as you could only help but feel embarrassed at the way you were exposed to him.

You were absolutely vulnerable in this state, and Taehyung loved it. And he didn’t want anybody else to know what you both did behind closed doors; he had a deal to settle in less than thirty minutes for Christ’s sake.

He took both your hands by your wrists before pinning them on your back, his other hand reaching for his zipper. He pulled his member out, pumped it a little and without warning pushed inside you, a silent cry escaping your lips.

'Does that feel good, Y/N?’ You had your eyes shut tight and felt tears well up from the pain but he was generous enough to let it subside before you nodded, letting him move slowly.

'It does, Daddy. So good..’ You moaned, and right then your eyes widened. You weren’t supposed to make a sound. You heard Taehyung chuckle mischievously, 'Looks like my Kitten didn’t follow my orders. Now I can’t let you cum, baby girl.’ He retained the same pace as he pumped in and out of you before he brought you up by your shoulders so your chest was off the table and your back pressed against his clothed chest.

You whimpered as his fingers moved harshly against your clit, as he slowly but surely began increasing his pace while his other hand played with your breast.

'Remember, baby, you can’t come.’ He reminded you with a mocking voice, and you breathed, 'Yes, Daddy.’

'Tell me, Y/N,’ He began moving faster, and it took all your power to not scream as his tip brushed against the bundle of nerves inside you.

'Do you think it was okay for you to go out with Han- whoever that was?’ He was angry, you knew that. But he was usually passive aggressive, and it wasn’t like him to take it out on you through sex. But you still had to admit - with the lack of any physical activities for the past month, this was definitely hot.

'N-no, Daddy, it wasn’t. I’m- sorry.’ Your hand went behind you, as you held on to the back of his head while resting your head on his shoulder. He pecked at the nape of your neck multiple times.

'And- ugh -’ He grunted as he found himself reaching his orgasm, 'Do you still think I’m having an explicit affair, Y/N?’ He was sure you were going to come with the way you had clenched your walls around him, but you refrained, as you felt him release himself inside you.

He stopped immediately, pulling out of you and turning you around. You looked at him with half-lidded eyes, exhausted from the denial of an orgasm and from running too much, 'I’m sorry- I just..’ You let out a sigh before you leaned into him, his hands around your waist, knowing you were tired.

He grabbed a tissue from the corner of the table and cleaned you before he walked to the lump of your clothes. Zipping his pants, he picked them up and brought them to you, helping you put on your bra and underwear and brought his coat over you before sitting on the chair and making you sit on his lap.

'Look, Y/N,’ He whispered as he cradled your body, feeling slightly guilty for blaming you. He knew he was giving more importance to his work than paying attention to you for the past few weeks and understood your need to meet people.

'I know that I’m not with you the entire day but please don’t ever think that I am cheating on you, okay?’ His hand caressed your head and you felt tears pool in your eyes.

'I know.. I’m sorry for doubting you like that and for meeting up with Haneul. I should’ve considered your feelings more.’ You lowered your voice to prevent it from cracking.

He brought his fingers to your chin and tilted your face, 'Hey, baby, don’t cry. I know I was harsh. But I’m sorry too, I’ll finish off all my work so I can spend more time with you.’

'It’s okay, Tae..no pressure. Just come home early, alright?’

'Don’t worry, Y/N. Tonight - I’ll make it special.’ He said, bringing his lips to yours for the first time since you walked into his office.


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It been what felt to you like a month since you and Peter had shared true love’s kiss and it honestly felt like you were living happily ever after.

You two still argued about silly things like how the boys should be trained and who should have what chore for the week, but you loved each other.

This morning you had been stirred in your sleep by something digging into your hip.

‘Mmm…Peter.’ you groaned sleepily as you threw your arm back and hit him on the arm.

‘What is it?’ he said groggily as he sat up a bit.

‘You left your dagger in the bed again, its digging into my hip, move it.’ you said, still keeping your eyes closed.

You couldn’t see Peter turn and see his dagger on the nightstand then look down at how he was spooning you.

‘I hate to break it to you love, but it’s not the dagger you think it is.’ he says.

Immediately you realize what he was saying and you jerk as you look back and see how he was pressed against you.

You immediately scramble out of the bed, landing on your ass.

Peter chuckled as you stood up.

‘Get back in the bed Love.’ he smiled.

‘But you’re…’ you blushed.

‘I’m hard? Yes I am, and I would love to “take care of it” with you, but you aren’t ready so I’ll just leave it alone.’ He said as he reached for your hand and pulled you back onto the bed so you were sitting beside him.

‘I’m sorry if I, or my body, made you uncomfortable just now.’ Peter said before he kissed your temple.

‘It’s OK, it’s not your fault.’ You sighed as you calmed yourself.

‘If anything, it’s my dream’s fault…which you were the object of.’ he whispered the last part.

‘So it’s my fault?’ you smiled.

‘Who else is would I be dreaming about while I’m sleeping next to my beautiful wife?’ he flattered.

‘Look at you Mr. Smooth.’ you teased.

You looked out the window and saw the sun was beginning to rise.

‘Well your body clock woke us up on time anyway, wanna get a start on the day?’ you asked.

‘I actually did kind of want to…take care of my problem, alone.’ he grinned.

‘Oh.’ you blushed.

‘Yeah and I was kind of hoping you could-‘ he started to ask.

‘Peter I thought you said you wouldn’t push.’ you said.

‘I’m not asking you to do anything but, I wanted to know if… bloody hell, we’re married and I’m acting nervous.’ Peter groaned.

‘What is it Peter?’ you asked.

‘I wanted to see you…intimately.’ he mumbled.

‘Like naked?’ you asked in shock.

‘Not fully, but yeah.’ he answered.

You thought it over, you had never showed your naked self to anyone other than a doctor, but this was your husband. You were married, and even though you still weren’t ready for sex, you wanted to please Peter the best you could.

‘Um…what did you wanna see?’ you asked, looking down at your hands fearing if you looked up you’d chicken out.

‘Are you sure (Y/N)? You really don’t have to.’ Peter said as he took your hands in his own.

‘I want to do it for you.’ you said truthfully as you looked up at him.

‘So what part did you want me to show you?’ you asked again.

‘Um…your chest?’ he said, well really he asked more than said.

‘OK.’  You took a deep breath and reached for the hem of your night shirt and quickly you thought “just like a band aid” and pulled the shirt off.

You never slept with a bra or pants on, just like Peter never slept in anything other than boxers. It was only after you had thrown the shirt down that you realized you and Peter were now half naked in bed together.

Peter’s eyes were on the prize, just zeroed in on your boobs, and your eyes had wondered over his body. It had been a while since you really taken in how nice his body was.

‘Gorgeous.’ Peter breathed huskily.

You looked up at his face and saw he was biting his lip and his pupils were dilated, he was turned on…you were turning him on.

And judging by how fast your heart is beating and the completely new sensation between your legs you think he was turning you on too.

‘You can…feel them if you want to.’ you said quietly in full tomato face mode.

Peter’s eyes shot up to meet yours and you could just tell how much he wanted to take your offer, but still like a good husband he asked if you were sure.

‘Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel like you have to for my sake.’ Peter said, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off your chest.

‘I want to Peter, I really want to.’ you assured.

Peter pulled you closer to him and laid you down so that he was on top of you, using his arms to support his weight.

Slowly and teasingly he slid his hand up your side to your breast and started kissing your neck..

Sure you it didn’t have screaming (you were definitely moaning though), but it felt nice…kinda naughty.

You felt like you probably looked like a damn mannequin, just laying there, so you began running you hands literally all over his perfect torso.

Somehow your hands landed in his hair and without thinking you pulled him by his hair to kiss him, noticing how he groaned when you did this.

Hello to my first ever kink.

You pulled him into a deep kiss, spreading your legs a bit so that Peter was as close as you could get him, you two were now chest to chest, basically naked and making out.

You bit his lip gently as you pulled back.

Peter rested his head on your shoulder and took a deep breath.

‘I don’t know if this is helping my problem or making it worse.’ Peter sighed.

It was then you realized that at no point doing this steamy make out session did Peter ever stop being hard. Now he was in between your legs, like right between your legs.

For a second your whole body panics and you don’t know if you should push him away or pull him closer.

You were really really enjoying this and you wanted to help Peter with his problem, but still you weren’t ready to go all the way.

‘Peter, I…want to try something.’ you whispered.

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Bellamy Blake x Reader

Word Count: 933

Warnings: none that I know of

“You know he’s gonna kill you right?” Octavia said sitting down on the edge of her given bed. “He won’t even know, I’ll be better by morning.” She replied, acting as if she wasn’t even the slightest bit worried. “You two literally tell each other everything, see each other everyday, you’re practically dating. As if he’s gonna find out.” Octavia scoffed.

It was a hunting party. Thankfully for your sake that wasn’t led by Bellamy, that mistook you for a wild animal. A knife, skidded across your calf, creating an oddly deep cut. “You’ll scar, and you’re extremely lucky you didn’t bleed out being that far away from camp.” Abby lightly scolded her. She wouldn’t justify why she were that far away. Well, she could, but she didn’t want to.

“Why were you that far out of camp (Y/N)?” Abby sighed, asking the million dollar question. “I’d like to know too.” A deep voice entered the Arkadia med bay. Both the females in front of (Y/N) went silent, tightlipped. “I have other patients.” Abby excused herself. “I just don’t want to be here.” Octavia said getting up from her bed. “Go easy on her, Bell.” She patted her brother’s shoulder before walking out.

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oh look another oliness fic
actually, this is more of a scene that would fit probably pretty nicely somewhere much later down the line. it’s cute fjflksfd and it doesn’t really have too much direction but its CUTE

this is completely sfw btw!!!! also a couple notes:

-PDA makes nessa so embarrassed lol
-Oliver speaks Aelish, a language from the country of Aelia, which is where this takes place

i think that’s about it lol i hope u enjoy it!

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She wonders how Oliver would kiss her if there was no reason to hold back.

Nessa draws forth the memory of how he looked today. He’d been wearing a loose, white shirt with short sleeves and a slight v-neck to give him better mobility as he swung his sword around to parry off Adam’s blows. He’d carried a smug air of confidence and it was incredible, she thought, how he was able to hold his own so well against someone she knew was military trained. His slick brown skin had been warm with the flush of exercise. Even now, she can still hear the chorus of his laughter as he stumbled and narrowly missed being cuffed by Adam’s sword.

She shivers. He hadn’t known she’d been watching - Nessa hadn’t even meant to stop and stare. She was merely passing the training yard on her way to the stables when she saw him. He was mesmerizing and he’d made her weak. All she could do was remember how good it feels to kiss him, how he graciously responds to her touch, the way he chases after her even as she pulls away to breathe.

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anonymous asked:

Do you think Yuuri has high emotional intelligence, that sometimes being fucked up by his anxiety?

This is a really interesting question that I’m not sure I’m fully capable of answering properly, but I’ll do my best. 

Ok looking at the most common model for emotional intelligence, you can measure it in 5 traits. So let’s look at how Yuuri does in each. By the way I’m kinda ignoring episode 12 for this.

Self-awareness

Self-awareness in the context of emotional intelligence is the ability to recognize your own emotions as they happen and being in tune with your true feelings. Also the recognition of your own self-worth and skills.

Yeah, Yuuri “I don’t really have a name for this feeling” Katsuki has some trouble with this one. With the self-confidence and recognition of his own merit as well, as we know. Here though, I do believe anxiety plays a huge factor. Yuuri is very prideful, and stubborn and he’s not completely lacking in awareness. He has his moments.

Also, I think Yuuri’s problem is mostly that he’s extremely self-absorbed and hyper aware of himself. Which you know, comes with his anxiety. He is very aware of what his failings, to the extreme where he can’t see his assets a lot of times. 

He has difficulty identifying his own feelings a lot, particularly when it comes to Victor, but he seems to be very aware of how his anxiety works from how we see him react to it in episodes 1, 7 and 9. A good example is this little piece of dialogue in episode 7

I know. As in, he’s aware that his fear is unfounded, he’s aware that his feelings are irrational but he can’t help feeling them.

He certainly lacks in accurate self-assessment with how he’s constantly devaluating himself, but the anxiety is clearly playing a role in that. So the jury’s out on this one. He doesn’t excel at this, but it’s not where he lacks the most out of the five.

Self-regulation

This is the ability to have self-control and managing your emotions, being adaptable and open to new things and ideas. 

I actually think Yuuri does a lot better here than what it may seem at first.

Of course, the entire series happened because Yuuri was not able to deal with his emotions during the Grand Prix Final. But let’s look at what those emotions were. Yuuri was grieving. He had just learned that Vicchan died, so that on top of the pressure of being at the GPF, of wanting to meet Victor as an equal, plus his usual insecurity, it’s no wonder the whole thing spiraled out of control. Can you really blame him for not keeping his emotions in check and underperforming in that situation? 

Besides, Yuuri does a really good job at holding it together. He only allows himself to cry when he’s by himself.

But what about episode 7? Well, episode 7 shows us once again Yuuri doing his hardest to keep it together. The difference here is that, for the first time, he’s not doing it for his own sake, but for Victor’s as well, which is why the whole thing blows up once Victor pulls the “I’ll quit” card. Even with all that though, after being given an outlet for his emotions, Yuuri is able to regulate them well enough that he skates one of his best performers, completely relaxed, and while suffering from sever lack of sleep and having just come out of an anxiety attack.

In episode 9 Yuuri is completely alone and he manages. I wrote about this before.

He also regulates his anxiety through skating and going on runs. We seem him do both often throughout the series and Minako even spells it out for us that whenever Yuuri is nervous or troubled he skates it out. So he’s very aware of what methods work for him to calm down. 

As for adaptability and innovation, he’s constantly showing heaps of both throughout the series. Since Victor’s arrival, he is forcefully thrown into new situations and his comfort zone is pushed to the limits and he always adapts. Eros is the best example. He both adapted and innovated there.

Yuuri’s entire style of skating require a lot of self-regulation. It’s canon that Yuuri’s skating is immensely emotionally driven. He can’t skate what he doesn’t feel. So for him to be able to perform he must be able to control his emotions. And again, any time he fails to do so, it’s his anxiety overtaking him.

Motivation

The ability to motive oneself, having clear goals and the drive to achieve them, having initative, being able to commit and keeping a positive outlook in the pursuit of one’s goals despite obstacles. 

Ok so maybe Yuuri is lacking a bit on the last part of keeping a positive outlook. Otherwise though? Yuuri is extremely driven. He has worked his entire skating career with the very clear goal of meeting Victor as an equal. He needed time to work through the setback that was his first GPF, but he still actively tries to get out of it on his own

I’ve talked about this before in my analysis of his character arc. Yuuri is very much driven by his desire to win the GPF and his wish of becoming an equal to Victor and keep him by his side. Even though all his lows in the series, his goals are ever present and he is capable of motivating himself to get back up again and pursuit them. He experiences a lot of physical and mental strain and he still pushes forward. His initiative, while lacking at first, is one of the things that grow in him as he goes through character development. 

The optimism needs to be worked on though. 

Social Skill

This involves a lot of things, from good communication, ability to be persuasive, conflict management, nurturing bonds with others and being able to cooperate and work with others as a team.

Here’s where Yuuri is probably lacking the most. But he gets better. 

Communication is not Yuuri’s strongest asset, not by a long shot. I mean the boy has a very hard time expressing his feelings for Victor without using skating metaphors. He has a lot of trouble communicating with almost everyone in the rest of the cast, as we see from his inner monologues. He’s better with Phichit and gets better with Victor, but still terribly lacking by the end of the series.

We’re told he didn’t really have friends growing up aside from Yuko (and later Takashi as they grew), and in present day, aside from them, the only person Yuuri considers a friend is Phichit. Despite the fact that, as we see, other characters express interest in being Yuuri’s friend. 

Both Yuuri and Victor have poor social skills in entirely different ways, and that’s what makes their relationship difficult, especially at first. But they do manage to reach a balance, work together and develop. They meet each other half-way. 

So yes, not bit on the EQ here.

Empathy

Recognizing other people’s feelings and understanding them. 

Yuuri is not completely hopeless here but he’s still got a long way to go. He has a hard time reaching that awareness of other people’s feelings. He didn’t recognize the love of his family and friends as such as instead saw it as pity (that’s the anxiety), he didn’t recognize Minami’s admiration for him, he wrongly assumed that he was holding Victor back and that Victor would be happier not being his coach, he didn’t seem to notice at all that Victor had feelings for him before the kiss. 

Thing is, as soon as he’s aware of people’s feelings, he’s very understanding. He’s so grateful for the love of the people surrounding him the makes it his theme, he accepts Minami’s feelings and cheers him on. Even the whole issue of “I’m holding Victor back”, that’s empathy. That’s Yuuri being so concerned over someone else’s feelings he is willing to sacrifice himself for them. 

Anxiety does probably play a role here in the way he’s lacking. 


So overall, I would say Yuuri has an average level of emotional intelligence. His anxiety certainly screws it over a lot, but he has many moments where he shows a surprisingly high EQ. He really needs to work on his social skills and self-awareness though. Could do with more empathy as well. Here’s hoping for more development on that in s2. 

Piercing Issues

Braun Strowman/Reader
Smut/Explicit, 3125 words

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You’re backstage at Smackdown, holed up in your assigned corner, surrounded by fabric and costumes, busy at your sewing machine. You sigh to yourself, rubbing your eyes, because while there are plenty of creative aspects to your job, you also seem to spend an inordinate amount of time reinforcing the seams of tights.

“Hey,” says a gruff voice from behind you, and you turn, swivelling your chair around. There are some big guys here, and most of them have voices to match, but Braun’s is the biggest of all, every word he speaks amplified by the sheer bulk of him, echoing through that cavernous chest.

“Hey,” you say, smiling, because Braun’s also the guy who’s probably the least like his stage persona. He’s almost shockingly sweet, his offstage personality hard to reconcile with the monster he plays in the ring. “What can I do for you?”

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Jealous?

@darthdeziewok  Request:  11. “jealousy isn’t cute on you.” I was thinking a Dean x Reader. So fluffy it makes me want to die would be awesome. Also Im so obsessed with the whole whispering something right before kissing someone thing. However I would be blessed to have whatever you feel like writing for me. Please and thank you :)

A/N: Hey love! Technically the drabble requests are over, but you asked so sweetly that I couldn’t help but do it. I hope you enjoy!

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          “What a night,” Dean sighed, taking a swig of his beer. You smirked, nodding slightly as you took a sip from your own bottle. Sam headed back to the bunker straight after the hunt, but you and Dean needed a little come down. It wasn’t often that cases led you to some place as vibrant and alive as Miami, and you decided you should take on at least one of the bars together.      

           “You’re telling me,” you responded, rubbing at the sticker on your bottle mindlessly, the condensation making it peel off easily. You noticed Dean doing it as well, but not nearly as relaxed as you. His brows were pulled together, his whole face crinkled in concentration. You raised an eyebrow; it was normal for you to fidget with the things around you, but Dean was never so anxious. “It’s not often that we bump into other hunters on the same case. They definitely were helpful.”

           “Hmm,” he nodded, his shoulders tensing.

           “Alright,” you said finally. “What’s up?”  

           “Nothing,” he shrugged, his lips pursing. You scooched your chair closer to his.

           “You think I don’t know you by now?”

           He finally looked you in the eyes, but not before entirely peeling of the sticker on his drink.

           “It’s just,” he muttered, moving his hands all around as he explained. “I saw those other hunters looking at you and then the one saved you from that demon and…”

           You nodded your head, smiling at him, just a bit smug.

“You know, jealousy isn’t cute on you.”

He let out a shocked laugh, shaking his head furiously. “What, me, jealous? Never. Just…concerned.”

“Oh yeah?” you questioned, playing along. “Why’s that?”

“Hunters aren’t really the healthy type. Who knows the last time they were tested and…”

“Oh, for goodness sake,” you laughed, leaning in to peck his cheek with a kiss. “I’m not going to get any diseases because I’m not gonna sleep with them. Besides, there’s only one hunter I want.”

He smiled slightly, his shoulders relaxing. “Oh yeah? Who’s that?”  

You put on the best straight face you could, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “Garth.”      

“Oh, shut up,” he laughed, taking your jaw in his hand and pulling you in for a kiss.

“Alright,” you relented, giving him a wink. “I think you’ll do.”

Prompt List 1

(I needed to write something, so here’s a little Wolfstar fluff)

“James is pestering Lily again, Moony,” Sirius grinned as he seated himself beside the boy, who was revising on his bed.

“For Merlin’s sake, Sirius, you’ve scrunched all my papers up!” Remus let out an angry breath.

“Good,” Sirius shifted himself into a vertical position with closed eyes, over all of Remus’ books, “That means I get more attention.”

“Why don’t you go and find Peter?” Remus questioned, trying to pull his out from under Sirius, “Or better yet,” he rolled his eyes, “Marlene?”

Sirius eyebrows raised, as he suddenly opened them to give Remus a bemused expression, “Marlene? I might just do that.”

Suddenly Sirius was stood up and had left the dorm, Remus staring after him, looking as dejected as he always did when Sirius left him.

Sirius returned later that night with James by his side. Remus was still going over notes, even though exams were nowhere near.

It was something he had resorted to doing when he was stressed, or angry, or sad; it took his mind off what was going on around him. It also benefited his grades greatly, and made him feel accepted within the school.

“Are you okay, Moony?” Sirius questioned, as James walked off to brush his teeth before bed. The boy moved closer to his silent friend, “You look a little stressed.”

Remus was so so ready to burst with anger, and rant about how he would’ve stopped revising for Sirius, like he always does, and how he hates what the boy has with Marlene, and that he fucking loves him.

 But looking at the boy’s worried grey eyes, all the anger drained out of him, well most. “Yeah, Pads, I’m fine, I’m just going to sleep, don’t worry,” he spoke, looking down at his papers again to sort them into piles he could tuck under his bed. He stood and undressed, not noticing the way Sirius still watched him, from his bed across the room, like he was the sole reason he believed in love. But then again Remus never noticed, not this.

It wasn’t until the following lunch time that Sirius understood how Remus had felt the previous evening.

“I’m eating dinner with you,” Remus sat down across the table from him, James and Peter both had a detention at that time, as they were fully booked for the evening.

“You don’t have to announce it Moons,” Sirius laughed the nickname, making Remus’ heart almost stop, “We’re best friends.”

“Yeah,” Remus smiled through subtly gritted teeth, “Best friends.”

They ate in silence until Remus spoke again, wanting to escape the situation, “Oh wait,” he faked, “I promised I’d help Frank in the library. See you tonight.”

Sirius didn’t get a chance to speak before the lanky boy sped out of the great hall, his limbs an awkward mess. He thought it was cute, and had to shake his head to stop staring at the opened doors; he frowned slightly as he looked down at his sandwich again, why did Frank need Remus to help? Couldn’t he have chosen someone else? Someone he was close with?

It was lucky he didn’t see Frank on the next table along, talking to a pretty Hufflepuff girl.

Remus was, again, alone that evening, Sirius nowhere in sight, and his to other friends serving a detention for a rather horrible prank they played on Severus.

It was silent, and peaceful, and Remus could think as he laid on his bed, looking out at the sun set. He had two weeks until the full moon and he was dreading it.

His silence was ruined as his best friend crashed into the room, “We’re not just friends,” he stated, a crumpled mess on the floor where he had fallen.

Remus sat up and stared at him, “No, you said,” his voice was clear and bitter, “We’re best friends,” he rolled his eyes, and looked back at the broken boy on the floor. They stayed silent, as Sirius stood up and walked over to his seated friend.

“No Moony,” he sighed, “We’re more than friends, we’re more than friends and you know it, and I know it. We’re more than friends in the way that I don’t want to give you a fucking high five, I want to kiss you, Moony, I really fucking want to kiss you, like all the time.”

Remus didn’t say anything, not for a few moments, while he gaped aimlessly, “Why haven’t you then?”

And suddenly neither of them were talking, and neither of them were breathing, their lips wrapped in one another’s so passionately, so excitedly, grins etched upon their mouths as their teeth clumsily bumped together, cheeks held tight, collars held tighter. And they were not just friends, not at all.

Don’t Cave to Expectations

A/N: An anon request for a Spencer x Reader where they are quickly falling in love. One of them (the reader) is worried because they don’t want to have kids. When Spencer notices something is wrong with her, he asks what’s up. When she tells him, she gets a surprising answer. @coveofmemories

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“Grandpa,” you said exasperatedly, “You’re going to have to get over it. Things aren’t the same anymore. I don’t want kids.”

This is why family dinners sucked ass. As one of five children, three girls and two boys, it was just assumed from the time you were little that one day you’d grow up and have a family of your own. Thing was, you never planned on having kids. And very few people in your family seemed to be able to accept that. Your mother and a few siblings got it, but your dad, your one brother, and all of the older members of your family couldn’t understand why you didn’t want them. “But you love kids,” your grandpa said frustrated at the fact that you wouldn’t be giving him another great-grandchild anytime soon, if ever. More than likely never. “And that boy you’re dating. The nice one that works for FBI, doesn’t he want kids?”

Spencer was your boyfriend of nearly five months - and you were falling for him hard, but you hadn’t had that conversation yet. “We haven’t talked about that yet, grandpa. But if he really wants kids then that’s not the relationship for me. I wouldn’t have kids to keep a man. I’d have them if I wanted them. No questions asked.” Although the words came out of your mouth with ease, the possibility that Spencer wanted kids was high and you weren’t ready to end this relationship. You loved him so much and you could tell he felt the same way about you. 

Down at the opposite end of the table, your grandpa muttered to himself about the importance of having kids. “Listen, grandpa,” you started. You really did love him. He would do anything for you. But he was living in the 30s and 40s still and society just wasn’t there anymore. “I love you. But the world is changing. You just had kids back then, and I get that that’s the way it was, but it’s not that way anymore. You’re right, I do love kids. My nieces and nephews mean the world to me and I would do anything for them. But given my job and Spencer’s, if he’d the one I decide to marry, bringing a child into the world when we couldn’t give them our absolute all would be unfair to them.”

He wasn’t going to get it; you could tell as he huffed and puffed at the end of the table. You loved your family, but this dinner needed to be over soon. Plus, you were starting to get sick to your stomach. What if Spencer really wanted kids? You loved him so much…

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“Okay!” Spencer said, turning around to face you. It was a nice weekend at his place, but after your dinner with your family a few weeks earlier you’d been uneasy, stumbling over your words because you were so nervous about losing him. “What is up with you? You’ve been pulling away for weeks now? And I know you wouldn’t just go from loving me to pulling away for no reason. So what’s up?”

Spencer grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him. “You know I love you, so much.” 

“Then what’s the problem?”

With a deep breath, you decided to cross this bridge now. If he really wanted kids then you couldn’t be with him, but if he didn’t want them, then you’d know. “It’s just something that was brought up when I went to visit my family a few weeks ago.”

“I knew it,” he said, his smiled bright. He did love being right. “What happened?”

Ugh. This sucked. “My grandpa got on my case about me having kids.”

His eyes widened for a moment and then smiled. “He thinks you should have kids?”

You nodded, still unsure of where he stood. “I love kids, but my job is hectic, and I love my job, so I don’t think I could devote all the time that a child needs. Plus, I enjoy my independence and my nieces and nephews fill that need in me. I love kids, but I don’t want them.”

“Makes sense,” he said, pressing a kiss to your lips and then turning around to go back to what he was doing.

Wait, what? “That’s it?” You chuckled nervously. “You don’t have anything else to add to that?”

Spencer turned around on his heels, confused as to why you were confused. “Yea, what’s the problem?”

“Do you want kids, Spence?”

It was then that he finally seemed to understand. “That’s why you’ve been pulling away?” He exclaimed, walking back over to you and cupping your face in his hands. “You were nervous about me?”

Shakily, you nodded, pressing your forehead against his as you swallowed back nervous tears. “Yea. I see the way you are with your nephews and how much you love them, so I always figured you wanted kids. And although I love them, I don’t want kids, so if you really did then that would be the end of us and I didn’t want anything to end, so that’s why I was nervous.” Apparently, in five months of dating, you’d become much like Spencer in that you’d started rambling when you were nervous. 

His lips pressed gently against yours once again. “I love my nephews…but I don’t want kids either. I thought I did once, but I don’t.” An immediate weight was lifted from your shoulders.

“Oh thank god,” you said as you wrapped your arms around him. “I didn’t want to break up with you…I kind of love you a lot.”

“I kind of love you a lot too,” he said. “My nephews mean everything to me. They’re enough.”

God, you felt so much better. Now you and Spencer could tell your grandpa to get over it. “Can I ask what made you decide you didn’t want them?…When you thought you once did I mean.”

Spencer grabbed your hand and led you to the couch, both falling to the comfy cushions as he pulled you into his lap. “Well, one, I love my job. I can’t imagine doing anything else, and I think it would be unfair to a child. JJ makes it work, but I don’t know how I could. Secondly, I love Henry and Michael so much, and I know I could love my own kid just as much, but given my job, I would never want them to be a target. JJ almost lost Henry once…I don’t think I’d survive that. And three, and probably most importantly, I have a lot of things in my medical history that I wouldn’t want to pass on to a child.” For a few moments, a comfortable silence fell between you. “I guess I’d just like to devote my time to my job, my studies, a couple of dogs at some point, and…the love of my life.”

Craning your head around, you crashed your lips into his. “You are definitely the love of my life,” you replied. “I feel better now.”

“Good.” He kissed you on the shoulder before pulling your feet up so you were fully situated in his lap. “And next time your grandpa gives you crap and I’m there, I’ll rattle off some statistics about why people who don’t want kids shouldn’t just have them for the sake of societal expectations.”

You had the best boyfriend ever. “Fantastic,” you said. “I’m sure my grandfather will have nothing to say to that.”

ALL RIGHT KIDDOS WHO’S READY FOR A ROUND OF ‘RANDOM OBSERVATIONS FROM THE TESTIMONIAL THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FOR CARRICK BUT REALLY WAS FOR CARRAVILLE’ 

Photos, stellar investigative journalism, and a recounting of being mooned by Jamie Carragher under the cut (sadly no pictures of that im v sorry)

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Title: And We All Fall Down, Chapter 6

Summary: Jyn makes some plans with her agent Bodhi.

Notes: Based on @operaticspacetrash‘s idea for a fake celebrity relationship to promote a movie. Never has an idea been so delightful.

AO3/1306 words

“Why didn’t you tell me Krennic was trying to get me on another project of his?!?” Jyn shouted through the phone at Bodhi.

“Because I really did not want you to know that,” was Bodhi’s all-too-sensible response.

“Yeah, well, he called me to try and get me to work with him.” Jyn was pacing back and forth in the small kitchen area of her father’s cottage in Cambridge.

“Call you? Why did you answer?”

“I thought it was you!”

“He was calling from my number?!?” Now it was Bodhi’s turn to panic.

“No, idiot, I thought it was you calling me back, I just answered without looking at who was calling.”

“Oh.” Bodhi breathed a sigh of relief. “What did you tell him?”

“I told him that it had always been my dream to work with him and I was so excited for the opportunity to film a love scene with him.”

“The sarcasm isn’t necessary or appreciated.”

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As Fate Would Have It: Chapter 4

Submitted by: you-make-me-wander

Description: Lydia and Stiles have been sharing an apartment for two years when Lydia is invited to her cousin Jade’s wedding. (Not so) Accidentally, Jade is told that Lydia will be taking her boyfriend as a plus one, but truth is Lydia is actually single. The duty of having to pretend he’s dating Lydia falls, of course, on Stiles, but as it turns out pretending isn’t really that hard.

Rating: MA

Genre: Romance, Smut, Comfort

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The fragmentation of the spot (Part III)

Quoting one of my favourites characters, “miss me?”
I’m back, sorry for the delayed for this third part, I hope it wasn’t very hard for wait, enjoy this part, the next very soon, thanks for you suport and all the sweets reviews!

*Sheldon and Amy enjoy their night in the apartment 4A, While Leonard and Penny were out, memories and new emotions, what can be going wrong?*

Part I here: The fragmentation of the spot
 
Part II here: The fragmentation of the spot (II)

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