seven things i hate about you

Something to confess about how V’s route changed everything in me lol

Ahhh this is just a rant so you’re free to ignore this or hate me or anything.

So, the thing is I’ve never loved Seven. Well, I like him but I’ve never fantasized about him (which is often the case in me). It’s also the same for Saeran. I’m like, “oh he’s cool, but nah”.

I loved V though. The genuine feeling of wanting to make this guy stay alive was there.

That didn’t change in his route, too. I still love him.

BUT DO YOU GUYS REMEMBER THAT SCENE WHERE VANDERWOOD ASKED SEVEN IF HE’S INLOVE WITH MC OR SOMETHING??!! At that moment, something just clicked in me and I’m like… “Wait… I’m starting to feel something.” (And now I just can’t take Seven off my mind AHHHHH!!!).

And finally, for the first time, I made Seven my wallpaper lol.

As for Saeran. Well, even with the chats, I still have the same opinion of him. Yes, he’s become cuter. But what changed my opinion were the calls!! THOSE CALLS WERE SOMETHING!! MY HEART WAS BASICALLY SOFTENED BY THOSE CALLS THAT I AM NOW A SAERAN TRASH LOL. That’s probably why it hurts so much when Cheritz did what they did. *sniff*

I am kind of grieving over V in his route though. When I read on Tumblr how Ray overshadowed V in his own route, I think I have to agree. I really, really love V. But then honestly, that overwhelmingly happy feeling I feel in achieving good endings wasn’t there when I finished V route. I don’t know if it’s the same for you guys, but I felt like V didn’t actually show so much affection for the MC. There are a few scenes here and there, but most of the time he just goes on and on about saving her. And “I want to save you” is totally different from “I love you”. (Unlike the other routes where there is definitely declaration of love).

I still love V. But I think the route could have been better. I’m not regretting playing it though.




“Who said ‘please’ that made you hate the word so much?”
Andrew gazed at him in silence for a minute. “I did.”
Neil didn’t know what answer he’d been expecting but this wasn’t it.
Andrew tolerated his blank stare for only a couple seconds before waving this all off as inconsequential and uninteresting. “He said he would stop if I said it.”
“You believed him,” Neil guessed.
“I was seven,” Andrew said. “I believed him.”

“And that’s the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.”
—Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner

anonymous asked:

What's your personal limit on fight-related bullshit in books/movies/tv/etc? At what point do you put it down or turn it off? Can you tolerate the occasional flaming arrow, or...? What are your absolute turn-offs?

I’ll be honest, my limit is excessively low. I mean, I was watching Fate/Zero the other day. I love the 80s Transformer’s Movie (who doesn’t?). I watch Vikings. I genuinely love some incredibly terrible B-action movies, including G.I. Joe. (Ray Park and Byung Hyun Lee are amazing, and G.I. Joe 2 is where I discovered Elodie Yung before her stint as Elektra.) My tolerance is high. So, if I’m put off it usually isn’t the violence itself.

Here’s the three things that turn me off:

1) Not What It Says On The Tin

This is perhaps the biggest turnoff for me. When a movie, book, piece of entertainment establishes itself as A and then does B. I don’t want to sit down with a movie that bills itself as a “hyper-realistic” thriller and get The Mummy. Now, I love The Mummy, it’s a fabulous movie but it’s billed as a wild and wacky summer action flick. It’s big, goofy fun in the best way. It is not, however, a “hyper-realistic” thriller. It’s even worse when the film is trying to be a “hyper-realistic” thriller using an action style pulled from The Mummy. These two could be fantastic together, just drop the “realistic” from the description.

Basically, the piece of entertainment needs to give me what it promised or I’m taking my ball and going home.

2) Sheer Stupidity

This is the bad writing category, when a piece of entertainment is trying so hard to be serious that it doesn’t leave a justification open for balls to the wall style, throw our hands up and throw down, type action but goes there anyway.

It’s not so much that it’s dumb, it’s that the narrative is breaking its own rules and removing the possibility of consequences. Usually this is the classic “Sue” curse, but it can happen to any character in a piece of fiction. I don’t have any patience to read about a character running around knocking out everyone in a castle if there isn’t going to be a pay off for it later.

I’m not against self-congratulatory action sequences that show off how awesome a character is, I just want some narrative consistency to go with it and the scene to have a purpose beyond just that. I like cool fight scenes, but I also like to invest in the characters.

3) Fucking Around With The Audience

I don’t like being played with, tricked, or lied to by a piece of media I’m consuming. There’s a difference between a plot twist and actively fucking around with the audience. I’m not here for movies, novels, comics, or television shows that waste my time.

When the writer is more invested in tricking their audience than they are with telling a good story then that’s when I’m out. It gets worse when the plot twists are nonsensical.

Watching nonsensical fight scenes that exist to pad out a narrative after its run out of ideas is about as fun as watching a five year old slam their action figures together. Actually, the five year old slamming their action figures together is more interesting and the story behind the battle is often coherent.

4) Some In Universe Logic Is All I Want

Mortal Kombat is a very silly movie based on an arcade fighting game, but at least I know what the stakes are and what the participants want. The gratuitous battles make sense in the narrative, even when they don’t.

This is a companion piece to Fucking Around With The Audience but my brain checks out around the time the writer stops caring about justifying a character’s actions in universe. Or, acting in a way that goes against a character’s stated goals. If the character’s decision making cannot rise to the level of a 90s antagonist in a shounen anime then I don’t have time for them. I don’t need the reason for the fight to make sense to me, or to the other characters, I just need it to be in sync with the one starting the violence.

If a character has decided to take the most difficult path to success like knocking out every soldier in a building just to extract one person, then I’d really like that logic explained. Or, the plan was to jump in and save one guy from being attacked by a gang of seven so the protagonist decided to put the whole group into submission holds… one at a time.

However, if the stated goals of these characters are different then I could definitely see it happening.

Q: “Why did you beat up every soldier in that fortress?”

A: “Man, you know, I really hate those guys so I decided to fuck with them! Think about how stupid they’ll feel when they all wake up!”

I really can’t argue with that logic, you know.

Here’s the thing, a character doesn’t have to make the best choice or the right choice or the smart choice. They can be really goddamn dumb, and supported by their setting. The issue is when the writer tries to pretend the decision was brilliant, strategic, tactical, or anything else. That action was their character taking a hammer to a screw. It worked, but it wasn’t smart. For example: Son Goku is not the brightest bulb in the box, but the masses all over the world love him anyway.

All I’m asking for is this: “I wanted to prove myself the strongest fighter, but you dismissed my challenge. Now, I kidnapped your girlfriend and I’m threatening to kill her if you don’t give me what I want. Fight me in an acceptable duel of previously agreed upon terms, coward!”

That’s a character taking a hammer to a screw and watching characters take hammers to screws can be a lot of fun, when its supported by the narrative. Its a combat train wreck. There are entire genres built on it.

My issue is don’t try to lie to me. The motivations don’t need to make sense to me or be what I’d imagine doing, or act as any kind of insert, I just want the character’s motivations, desires, and combat style to make sense to them and be in sync with who they are.

After that, it’s all good.


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The best part of the whole Acotor series is the fact that Beron has like seven sons cause we always hear about how hard it is for fae to get pregnant and in chapter six of Acowar Brannagh literally said, “Autumn Court males have fire in their blood—and they fuck like it, too.” Like lol right I see you

anonymous asked:

Oh my bad lol and like just 14 & 5? you so cute<3

7. W/ Young!Sirius 

Okay so I combined two prompts again coz i can. Also, I know I said I wasn’t going to include prompt 8 in this but as I was writing it I just went ‘fuck it, it suits’ *throws glitter up in the air* *sprinkles it over your head* here you go, mah nonnie

8. “Why are you so jealous?”, 7. “I hate how much I love you,” 14. “Just be my best friend and not the guy I just confessed my love to,” and 5. “Well. Yell, scream. Say something! Anything!” 


You couldn’t pin point the exact moment you knew you were in love with Sirius Black. It was more of a slow realisation than an epiphany. First, he was the jerk on the Hogwarts Express that you met in your first year. Then, he was the jerk who stuck up for you when some Voldemort-infatuated Slytherins bullied you over blood. Then, he was the sort-of jerk who is kinda nice, clever and witty, who made you laugh at the most cringe-worthy of jokes. Then he was the sort-of jerk who became your best friend, and you adopted three other children who followed you around like a shadow. Finally, he was back to being the jerk you were in love with and perhaps this was the stage you loathed the most.

You hated love. You hated loving him.


Shit. You stopped, sighed, and spun on your heels.


“W-What just happened?” Sirius’ eyes glittered, two stars against an obsidian sky.

“I poured an entire bowl of some good quality punch on Melanie Bishop’s head….” You resumed walking and Sirius followed, much to your dismay.

“I know,” he chortled, “And–trust me–it was a sight to behold. Never letting that go anytime soon…” he paused, hesitating. Then – “but why?”

“You saw the way she was acting!” you snapped, “She was being a bitch! The girl needed to cool down before all that plastic went to her head…”

‘Bitch’ was an understatement. Melanie had been all over him. Perfectly manicured fingers combing through his hair, sprawling across his chest, sliding over his shoulder as though she were branding him hers and it was driving you insane. Not only because her polished cackle was like nails scratching against a chalkboard, or her obnoxious flirting was assaulting your eyes, but because he was yours. Sirius Black belongs to me.  

It is a selfish thought and you want to slap yourself in the face for even thinking it but whenever Sirius spent time with someone else, it killed you slowly, softly, one small blade piecing your heart at a time. 

“But the (Y/N) I know wouldn’t do something like that…” He had a point. You were a schemer, not an ‘in the moment’ type of girl.

“Yeah, well, maybe I’ve been hanging around you lot too much!” you turned the corner sharply. 

“I don’t think it’s that…” Sirius sent you a scrutinising stare, studying every line of your face. He wouldn’t ever in a million years guess why I had acted so br– “Are you jealous?”

Well, shit.

“No!” you snapped. Sirius continued to stare. “Y-Yes…”

Jealousy was such a petty thing that, most often than not, pitted girls against each other at a time when they should be united. But it was too late for apologies. 

“Why are you so jealous?”

“If you’re such a genius, you figure it out!” you barked.




“Sirius, please!”


“Oh would you stop that!”

“(Y/N),” Sirius’s face had softened, his smile genuine, “Please tell me why…”

“Sirius, please leave me alone…”

“(Y/N), please…”

You stopped walking, almost making Sirius crash into you. Spinning around, you dug your nails into your palms and gritted your teeth.

Oh, fuck it.

“Because that girl’s shallow interest in you is…well…its shallow! She doesn’t know how you like your toast or the way you sit in a chair, limbs flowing all over the arm rest, because you’re mother used to smack you with a cane if you didn’t sit upright. Or the way you hum when you’re doing something you love, or your interest in motorcycles and how, one day, you’d like to dissect one and rebuild it so you can claim it your own. Or how you tap your fingers when you’re thinking, and how you know seven languages but only because you wanted to learn how to swear in seven languages!”

Sirius watched with wide eyes, lips parted in stunned silence as you continued to vent.

“Sirius, I know all these things about you, all your little nervous ticks and mannerisms, but that girl only knows what she sees. She wants you naked, in her bed, so she can say that she slept with Sirius Black. But I want you, by my side when the whole world collapses, because I’m bloody in love with you. I love you so much, my whole body aches with the pain of it. I love you Sirius. And I hate you. I hate how much I love you.

Silence. A horrid, cold silence crashed over both of you as you stood in the hallway. A portrait behind you snorted, awakening from its slumber, and complained about the noise.

“There it is. Right there. And now, oh god now, now you’re going to hate me. You’re going to hate me and you’ll never want to see me again.”

Still, more silence.

“Oh, and now you pity me. You probably hate the sight of me so you feel awkward and you’re trying to think of something nice to say to let me down easily. If that’s the case, I don’t need that. I need…I need you to be my friend. Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.

Sirius stared at you, something unreadable in his eyes, and you wanted to punch him in the face with your own face, anything to replace the shame burning your cheeks and Sirius’ incomprehensible gawk.

Well? Yell, scream, say something. Anything!” Nothing. Apparently, there were no words to be said. So, you would just have to leave him there, rooted to the floor in the hallway, completely bewildered. You turned, and then, you heard Sirius whisper something to the air.

“Have you ever seen yourself when you wake up in the morning?” Sirius suddenly asked. You turned to gape at him, slightly offended.


“When your hair is all disheveled and your cheeks are rosy. I love that,” His voice grew as his confidence blossomed, “And your voice is all husky and sleepy and Merlin I could just listen to you all day. Or when I borrow a book from you, and I’ll be reading and find some random, dried flower between the pages because you plant them there but you forget about it. I have a collection of them, under my bed. They remind me of you. And when you talk about something you love, you get really passionate and wave your arms about in the air, like you’re filled with so much passion, you’re going to explode.”

Sirius stepped closer to you, took your hands, and held them, his thumbs brushing over your skin. “See, you’re not the only one who loves the little things. I love them, too. I could go on forever about all your little quirks and habits. But, the truth is, I’d rather tell you after I kiss you because now I know for certain that you love me, and I know for certain that I love you. So can we please kiss because I’m dying to taste your lips.”

Without another word, you stood on the tips of your toes and kissed him, passionately, held him captive between your lips as you poured every single emotion into him. Magic sparked the air and hummed in your veins as he pulled you closer, you wrapped your arms around his neck and he held onto you as though he were trying to merge your souls together. As your lips danced with his, it was then that you realised he was subconsciously speaking to you the words scribed across his wild, reckless heart.

I’m yours. And you’re mine.

Sirius Black was yours.

no more prompts please

Full Benefits

Full Benefits

Word count: 5.6k

Genre: smut, angst, fluffy ending (?)

You and Namjoon had a special relationship, you mean there were plenty of people who had ‘friends with benefits’ relationship. Then again yours was still a little different because you two were close friends before and still were close friends. You spent most days together, not always have to do anything sexual.

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kennethcallahan replied to your post “It’s so disappointing how gross many of BtVS’s male actors are. Like…”

I mean, Joss literally restructured an entire season of the show to accommodate Charisma’s pregnancy, and she wasn’t written off until after she gave birth. Joss is no saint, but I’m tired of hearing this particular argument. Lots of characters we love get written off shows. It doesn’t have to be about a pregnancy.

oh dude dude dude, how I wish you hadn’t made this comment because now I HAVE to reply, and I’ll be annoying as fuck and I will lose a ton of followers but I MUST. REPLY. TO. THIS.

I’m not at all surprised that a white male is the one coming to Joss’s rescue, but I won’t get into that. I’m more interested in explaining why you’re so. fundamentally. wrong. about. everything.  

Let’s start with this:

Lots of characters we love get written off shows. It doesn’t have to be about a pregnancy.

This is all fine and dandy, and I agree. It doesn’t have to be about a pregnancy. And I raise your bet. It shouldn’t be about a pregnancy. It mustn’t be about a pregnancy.

Except Joss Whedon actually wrote Cordelia off precisely because Charisma dared get pregnant and mess with his vision of the show. It’s not about the fact that Cordelia was written off, it’s about how her character was completely eviscerated and destroyed because Joss suddenly had a personal vendetta against the actress playing the character solely based on the fact that whatever she wanted to do with her body and personal life happened to ruin his plans for the character. 

This wasn’t a writing choice. This wasn’t part of Cordelia’s arc before Charisma got pregnant. I could totally get it if that was the case. Cordelia was put in a coma (and later killed off) because Charisma got pregnant. I repeat: this wasn’t Cordelia’s original arc. She wasn’t supposed to die. Her pregnancy was the reason she was killed off. 

“Oh, but…
I mean, Joss literally restructured an entire season of the show to accommodate Charisma’s pregnancy “

So what? Should we give him an award because he was writing his show a.k.a. doing his job? A job he was getting paid for? Should we praise him because he didn’t fire Charisma on the spot? Should we congratulate him because he accommodated Charisma’s pregnancy, something that every boss in every workplace is legally bound to do? 

Women get pregnant. Actresses get pregnant. That literally happens all the time. Writers have to either write the pregnancy into the show or hide it. It happens all the time. Everyone does it. It’s not something unheard of! Writers deal because that’s their freaking job. That’s what they do! 

Now, Joss could’ve chosen to hide Charisma’s pregnancy. There literally was no reason for him to write the pregnancy into the show. And there certainly was no reason for him to write the pregnancy into the show the way he did. That was a deliberate choice on his part because he was trying to get back at Charisma. 

“Oh but…
she wasn’t written off until after she gave birth. “

How does this make what he did any better? Of course he wasn’t about to fire a pregnant actress because then his intentions would’ve been blatantly obvious and she could’ve sued him and the network. Oh, I’m sure he tried, though. I’m sure someone stopped him. So for you, it’s okay if a woman is fired from her job after she gives birth… that makes it all okay, somehow? 

I’ll humor you for a bit. Let’s say that this was all part of Cordelia’s arc and it all just happened to coincide with her pregnancy/giving birth to her baby. Then how do you explain her finding out about getting written off the show through the media? Yes, you read that right. She found out she was unemployed because journalists asked her about her leaving the show she still thought she was a part of. Please, defend this. I’m begging you. Try and defend it. 

Joss is no saint, but I’m tired of hearing this particular argument.

Listen up, I’m mostly on the fence about Joss Whedon, on a general basis. I do feel that sometimes the amount of hate he gets is a bit over the top, albeit not completely unjustified. BUT I WILL FOREVER FIGHT ANYONE ABOUT HOW HE TREATED CHARISMA BECAUSE SHE GOT PREGNANT. 

Because, you know, (and I know, I’m getting repetitive) it wasn’t just about the fact that she was written off the show. Charisma has spoken multiple times about how she was badly treated on set during season 4. From little things like the AWFUL AWFUL wardrobe they gave her during that season, to bigger things like how they made it their goal to destroy seven seasons of character development by turning her into a demon’s vessel and have us witness our beloved character doing despicable things ranging from murder to sleeping with Angel’s son, all because… yes, you guessed it, SHE GOT PREGNANT. 

It’s also about the fact that after she was treated like shit, and he wanted her to come back to the show for one episode during season 5, he convinced her under false pretenses. She accepted to be in You’re Welcome ONLY if Cordelia wasn’t killed off. Well, you know the rest, don’t you? 

So, I’m 100% not sorry if you’re tired of hearing about this. I don't’ give a rat’s ass if you or anyone else is tired of hearing this. I will continue to shout it every I chance I get. because the bottom line is, everything that was done to Charisma and Cordelia was 


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Seven Minutes (Bakugou)

Silly little thing I wrote for my friend @ayyzor ‘s birthday!!! Ily and I hope you enjoy this <3 

P.S. I head canon that Bakugou is a complete lovesick dork when he has a crush. Don’t even fight me on this one. 

~ B 

Bakugou was not one for parties, and the fact that he was currently cooped up in the corner in the midst of one baffled everyone, even himself. He hated himself for coming, but he knew deep down he would’ve hated himself more if he didn’t. In the middle of the room stood __, holding a wild conversation with Kirishima about something that was most likely not. He showed up to this party for her, just to see her smile. Her smile was what was keeping him going tonight, and the realization of that disgusted him. He was absolutely smitten, and utterly in denial. 

Bakugou wondered how long this conversation was going to hold up for. It wasn’t as if he had been talking to her in the first place. He just hated the way Kirishima was. He could feel Midoriya looking at him from the opposite side of the room, probably pondering as to why he even showed up if he was just going to sit in the corner, scowl, and play with the small flames on his fingertips. He figured if he wanted her attention, he could just plop himself in the middle of the conversation any time he wanted to. Although, Kirishima could read him like an open book, and no matter how in denial Bakugou was of his evident liking to __, Kirishima knew otherwise. He would be outed, so it was safer in the corner. Although, despite his attempts at staying passive, Kirishima shot him glances every so often, smirked, then turned right back to __. It made Bakugou itch.

After a while their boisterous conversation conjured into bubbly whispering; Kirishima leaning in and saying things that made the lingering smile on her face linger longer. He knew that Kirishima wouldn’t flirt with her, he wasn’t being very coquettish in the first place, and hitting on a girl his friend fancied would go against his so called “bro-code.” All arrows lead to them gossiping about him, and that was the little motivation he needed to explode. He pushed himself up off the wall and brushed off his jeans, grabbing the attention of Ashido and Kaminari. Kirishima saw him coming, there’s no way he could not have, he had been staring at him almost the entire time he was at the party. Bakugou caught Kirishima’s eye, and the latter all but smirked.
“Bakugou! Issa ‘bout time!” The latter shuffled towards him, gleefully and almost fictitiously slapping him on the back.

“Whatever.” Bakugou muttered in reply. He pondered asking what all the staring was about, but he figured Kirishima was ready with an answer. A few feet away __ stood awkwardly fiddling with her red solo cup, eying its contents as if it were the most interesting thing occurring at a party. Although the whole celebration was devised for her sake, she still looked as if she was a fish out of water. Bakugou thought about ditching Kirishima over here, who would not stop slapping his back and asking about how fun his corner had been. He could go ask __ what was in her cup, wish her a happy birthday without being aggressive, he could compliment her, even. He couldn’t bring himself to do it, though. Although, she must’ve been thinking the same thing, because suddenly she crushed the cup in her hand and looked up towards him. She winked, then waved him over. He felt his heart skip a beat and he scowled, but willingly stumbled over anyways. Kirishima had started to follow him, much to his demise, and Ashido was making her way up behind __. He knew all the odds of this situation were going to be against his favor.

When Ashido slinked her arms around __’s shoulders, she made an evident noise of displeasure. She looked up at him quick, her brows furrowed in disappointment, and was suddenly tugged away by Ashido. Bakugou huffed, oblivious to the way Ashido and Kirishima were mouthing things to each other across the room.

Minutes later, the bass from the speakers that made plastic cups rumble came to a sudden halt, knocking a few off of tables and making people whine in protest. Kaminari hopped up onto the stage, taking two steps at a time, and snatched the mic from the DJ’s hands, almost dropping it to the floor in the process. Baugou knew whatever the purpose of this was, it was not smart, especially if Kaminari was involved.

“Who wants to play a game!” He shouted suddenly, the feedback through the speakers almost making it impossible to hear what he said in the first place. A few people groaned, like Iida and Tokoyami, who immediately turned away from the DJ table without hearing the end of it. Bakugou would have, too, if he knew __ wasn’t involved. He knew she was, though. She had to be, since all his friends had been chatting her up all night.

“We’re gonna be playing seven minutes in heaven in the den in, like, ten minutes! Come if you’re not a pussy!” With that, Kaminari hopped off the stage, dropped the mic and himself on the floor which caused a loud, static noise of pressure and Kaminari’s faint “I’m okay!”

Bakugou was not going to play a game meant for twelve year olds. He would die before he gave into a cliche party game like this. Although, Kirishima had found him in the crowd somehow,  devious smile on his face. He knew he was in for a long night, now.

“You gonna play?” Kirishima asked, only for Bakugou to scowl in reply.

“The fuck am I, twelve?”

“Just because you play doesn’t mean you have to kiss anyone! You could be shoved in there with Sero or something and just dick around for seven minutes.” Kirishima shrugged. “I dunno. I’m playing. I think you should. It’s not like anyone wants to kiss you anyways.”

“Excuse me?” Bakugou huffed, which made Kirishima smirk again. “I know what you’re trying to do, Shark Week. It’s not working.”

Fi-ine. Whatever. Still think you should play, though. __ is.”

“Who cares if __’s playing?”

“What if she picks you?”

Bakugou knew for a fact that his face was flushed up, he didn’t need to see himself to prove it. He merely frowned and shook his head. If this conversation lasted any longer, Bakugou swore he would kill himself.

“If you really want me to play that bad, fine, I will. It’s only ‘cause I don’t care enough to fight you right now. I’m saving my energy for better things.”

“Yeah. Like kissing __.”


Bakugou only started regretting joining the game when Sero, Kirishima and Kaminari were all forcing his back inside the closet. He thought maybe, just maybe he wouldn’t be cursed more than he already was when he sat down into that cussed circle. If he wasn’t paired up with __, he might just be paired up with one of his friends, maybe even someone he tolerated; Tokoyami, Koda and Shouji were forced to play, somehow, and being thrown in there with one of them meant seven minutes of silence and small talk, something he could bare. What he was not prepared for was being thrown in with Midoriya, who was sitting in the closet and laughing. Eventually, Kirishima had booted him inside, slamming the door and locking it without a word.

“I know you hate this, but please don’t kill me.” Midoriya chuckled, placing his hands out infront of him.

“Not planning on it. Leave me alone.”

Nobody spoke another word for about five minutes, Bakugou keeping the dimly lit room brighter with the spark on his palm.

“Hey, Katsuki.”


“You like __, don’t you?”

“Didn’t I tell you to leave me alone?” He barked, and the spark in his hand grew to be a flame, which he put out in an instant after he realized what he had done.

“I know but…” Midoriya paused for a moment, contemplating what to say next. “I think you should tell her how you feel.”

“Since when were you a shrink, Deku?” He hissed, but not as violently as he would on most days. Midoriya shrugged.

“Just a suggestion.”

As if the Gods had been watching over him, Kirishima opened the door, bracing himself as if he had expected the closet to be in ruins. Bakugou merely peered up at him from his ball on the floor, as did Midoriya, until Bakugou stood up and stretched his back.

“That was fucking terrible…” He muttered under his breath, shuffling over to his spot in the circle and taking an overly melodramatic plop back down on the dirty carpeted floor. The basket with everyone’s items was continuously passed around the circle, Mineta being placed with Momo, who inevitably quit before Mineta could even get word in. Tokoyami got thrown in somehow, complaining how he ‘couldn’t even kiss in the first place, so the whole ordeal was pointless.’ It had taken an hour before the circle had come around to him again, and he was almost petrified to stick his hand in. He did, nonetheless, his stomach in knots because he knew this was the last time he would go, and another awkward situation with Midoriya was not something he needed right now. He fumbled around for a moment, Kirishima nudging him in the knee and begging him to “please, pick one already, dude.” His hand came across something solid, cold, and without thinking further, he tugged it out of the bag. It was a geode. Bakugou was a bit shocked, especially since everyone else’s items seemed to be hair clips or cell phone charms.

“Who the hell carries fancy ass rocks in their pockets to parties?” He inquired, eyebrows furrowed as he ran his thumb across the jagged purple edges. He figured it was pretty, though. If the person he got paired with was nice enough, he figured he might ask to keep it.

“Aye, that would be me!”

Bakugou looked up from the geode to see __ rising to her feet, stumbling a bit awkwardly and trying to hide her embarrassment. “They’re called geodes, by the way, not fancy ass rocks.”

“Oh.” That was all Bakugou was able to say before pocketing the thing and rising to his feet as well. All his friends were staring at him maliciously and in that moment, Bakugou knew this had all been one horrific set up.

You suck.” He had managed to mouth to Kirishima before scooting into the closet, ignoring the way Ashido and Sero were making kissy faces behind him. __ was next to come in, pressing her back up against the wall and nodding towards Kirishima. He smirked at the both of them, made a kissy face himself, then slammed the door.

The two stood there in silence, Bakugou afraid to even set off a light again. __ shuffled every so often, and when her legs brushed up against his, she’d peep a quiet, “sorry!” before pressing herself against the wall again.

“I like your rock.” Bakugou said, suddenly through the silence. Internally, he cursed himself for how stupid he must’ve sounded. He was locked in a closet with who had to be the prettiest girl he had ever seen in his life, and all he could do was compliment her stupid rock?

“Thanks! I have a ton. You can keep it, if you want.”

“Oh, thanks. And uh, happy birthday.” He muttered, patting his pocket to make sure it was still in there.

“No prob, and thank you!”

A silence fell across them again, and Bakugou could feel the minutes ticking by. There was nothing more he wanted to do than kiss her, but he feared that was something he could not do.

“Hey, __”


“Can I kiss you?”

__ fell silent. Bakugou sighed, knowing he had screwed up. He was in too deep to realize his feelings could never be mutual. He was embarrassed and enraged all at once, and he was praying Kirishima would just open the damn door already.

“Sorry. That was fucking stupid of me. You don’t have to do anything.”

“I never said I didn’t wanna kiss you, Katsuki” She muttered, grabbing his hand out of his pocket. “I’m down if you’re down.”

Bakugou didn’t miss the way she stumbled over her words, or the way her hand shook around his. All he could do was smile. He let his hand fall from hers and let a spark arise, the shadow flickering across her face and revealing a startled blush.

“Cute…” He muttered, before taking her cheek in his other hand and tentatively pressing his lips against hers. She was frozen, so he backed off for a moment, watching to see of she was okay, before dipping back in. She kissed back this time, awkward at first to see where her hands would go, before warming up to it all. It wasn’t a long kiss, definitely not a perfect one, but Bakugou couldn’t deny the butterflies in his stomach.

“I’m surprised you’re not a rougher kisser.” She had muttered, suddenly, her hands still around Bakugou waist as he pressed soft kisses to her neck.

S’ cause I fucking like you.” He muttered, shamelessly, too caught up in the moment to think about his words.

“I…” She paused for a moment, waiting for Bakugou to stop kissing that certain place on her neck until she tugged him back by his collar. He looked at her, confused. He figured maybe she didn’t reciprocate his feelings, but that thought had been thrown out the window the moment she kissed him back.

“I like you too. Like, a lot.” She nodded, only for Bakugou to furrow his eyebrows.

“Why’d you pull me away, then?”

“Cause I wanted to say that to your face.”

“That’s sappy as hell, __.”

“We’re playing seven minutes in heaven, dude. It doesn’t get sappier than that.”

There was a sudden knock on the door before it swung open, Kirishima peeking inside to see the two of them pressed up against their separate walls once more, although both red in the face.

“I see you two had fun.”

“Shut it.” Bakugou had shot __ one last look before pushing passed the door, and breaking away from the circle. __ had done the same, following right behind him. It made him a bit happy that she had chosen to do so.

“Hey, Katsuki?”


“I dunno if it was made clear already or anything, but uh, do you wanna go out with me?”

“Do I wanna go out with you?” Bakugou shook his head, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her down a vacant hall. He smiled, and without even thinking, kissed her cheek. “More than anything.”

“Good. ‘Cause soft Katsuki is the best Katsuki, in my opinion. I can get used to this.”

“Oh, shut it.”

“Make me.”

With that, Bakugou looked around him, making sure everyone was still occupied in their stupid little party game, and kissed her again. He figured that maybe, just maybe, parties weren’t so bad, after all.

anonymous asked:

Okay what are some 80s/ 90s movies that I absolutely have to watch

80s movies:

  • The Blue Lagoon (1980)
  • The Shining (1980)
  • Grease 2 (1982)
  • Fast Times at Ridgemont High (1982)
  • The Outsiders (1983)
  • Splash (1984)
  • Footloose (1984)
  • Sixteen Candles (1984)
  • The Breakfast Club (1985)
  • The Goonies (1985)
  • Back To The Future (1985)
  • Weird Science (1985)
  • Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (1986)
  • Stand By Me (1986)
  • Pretty In Pink (1986)
  • Dirty Dancing (1987)
  • The Lost Boys (1987)
  • Heathers (1988)
  • License To Drive (1988)
  • Running On Empty (1988)
  • Beetlejuice (1989)
  • Dead Poets Society (1989)
  • Empire of the Sun (1987)
  • Batman (1989)

90s movies:

  • Home Alone (1990)
  • Edward Scissorhands (1990)
  • Pretty Woman (1990)
  • Cry-Baby (1990) 
  • Thelma & Louise (1991) 
  • Reservoir Dogs (1992)
  • Poison Ivy (1992) 
  • The Crush (1993)
  • Dazed and Confused (1993)
  • Pulp Fiction (1994)
  • Forrest Gump (1994)
  • Léon: The Professional (1994) 
  • Welcome to the Dollhouse (1995)
  • Empire Records (1995)
  • Clueless (1995)
  • Seven (1995)
  • Romeo + Juliet (1996)
  • Scream (1996)
  • The Craft (1996)
  • Romy and Michele’s High School Reunion (1997) 
  • Cruel Intentions (1999) 
  • The Sixth Sense (1999)
  • 10 Things I Hate About You (1999) 
  • American Beauty (1999)
  • She’s All That (1999)
  • Jawbreaker (1999)
  • The virgin suicides (1999)

  These are some of my favorite movies, enjoy! x

Dany did some things wrong


“I will answer injustice with justice” is one of the most famous Dany-quotes out there, but I hate to break it to you: She answered injustice with injustice. 

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Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.17

                                       Part S E V E N T E E N 

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 4k+

A/N: bEFORE YOU READ THIS, I HAVE IMPORTANT THINGS TO SAY. 1. sexual assault is not okay and i do not advocate it at all. theres a bit in there (not too descriptive) that i just want to warn about. and also keep in mind that i dont hate nia or anything, im just making a juicy story. okay, das it. hope you enjoy and please get this to 100 notes !! 

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]  

                                                  I M A G I N E 

Hilton Hotel, NYC, 7:25 P.M. 

“I already don’t trust this,” Luke whispered by your ear as the two of you stared at the embrace Calum shared with Nia. You couldn’t help but agree with Luke on this one. Even though it’s just a hug and nothing more, you now knew their history and noticed how she is holding him. 

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Imagine if Luke Castellan had lives. Just take a second and imagine that:
• For some reason the gods decided bring him back. At first, it was really awkward for everyone but when Percy forgives him everybody does too.
• Thalia hit him like ten times before he stops her because he was getting hurt. After a while they became friends again.
• He can’t forgive himself after everything he has done.
• Hermes visits him once a week, they have been having a better relationship but it still been really awkward.
• When the Lost Hero take place, he is helping Annabeth to look for Percy, with Thalia looking for him in the city. He introduced Jason to the camp.
• After a while of been in the Hermes cabin, he is having a better relationship with the rest of his brothers. And he always helps the kids who arrives.
• Sometimes, he made pranks helping the Stolls, not his stile but he is trying to change, trying to be better.
• After a month, Hermes finally convinced him of visit his mother. Thalia, Percy (because he hasn’t disappeared yet) and Annabeth went with him. May and him talked in the kitchen and he started crying because he is reviving all the thing that happened to him in that house and now he has his father and three unconditional friend.
• He decided to take care of her. He moved with his mother.
• Thalia and him went to see her mother grave.
• Imagine Luke helping the seven from the camp, fighting Octavian and, maybe, go and help the amazons and hunters in Puerto Rico.
• The hunters hate him but he helped anyways because his friend need him.
• Imagine Jason and Luke having an argument about who is better, with Thalia as the judge ( she couldn’t do it, she said it was a tie).
• Imagine he being protective with Annabeth, like a big brother, with Percy. Saying things like “bring her back at midnight” or “if you break her heart i will break all your bones” (Clarisse said that she wanted to help, just for fun).
• Imagine him feeling guilty for what happened to Silena so he really takes care of Piper.
• Imagine him and Thalia singing all Green Day songs, and then some demigod presents then to FOB, and they end up loving it too.
• Imagine all the faces of astonishment of the new hunters when they see one of them hugging a guy, they are all like WTF.
• Imagine him finding love and forgiveness in somebody, in his best friend Thalia.
• Imagine she leaving the hunters and becoming a girl of her age, in that time 25 and he was 27.
• After a while, like an year, they get married (it was the second weeding of the year).
• They have three kid, Halcyon (in honor of Halcyon Green), Silena (in honor of the girl that Luke felt like he made kill) and May (in honor of his mother, who died a year before she born in a car accident, it involved monster).
• They lived a plenty lived near the Camp half-blood.

❝ Seven big and annoying brothers  ❞

Plot: You’re BTS’ manager daughter and they treat you like a little child sometimes, but they really care about you and love you a lot. 

Words count: 2k+

Pairing: BTS x Reader 

Genre: Fluff 

For anon, I hope you like it cutie! - M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

Waiting was something you hated with all your heart. The only thing that made it even slightly bearable was the fact that most of the time you waited was into your father’s office. Office located right next to BTS’ personal rehearsal room.  

The sound of music, although the rooms were soundproof, came to your ear at that moment and a little smile drew on your lips when you immediately recognized the song. They were practicing for the umpteenth time the choreography of “Not Today”, although there were no more smears in any of them.  

Your textbooks suddenly became boring and you knew your father would scold you later, but at that moment you just wanted to sneak into the rehearsal room and watch them.  

So you abandoned the books, your desire to study and with a stealthy step you opened the door; checking that there was no one in the hallway. You were 15 years old, but you were well aware of having to be quiet and silent when you were doing similar things.  

The idea of seeing them was pleasant, despite every time you were in their company each of them; From “good” big brothers, teased you or tried to get the worst side out of you. So much so that you sometimes wondered if you were really younger than them since you were very mature for your age.  

On your toes you reached the door of the rehearsal room, opening it slightly and feeling how the music increased exponentially of volume only thanks to that small opening. Smiling you opened, even more, the door and entered, in a complete silence, going to hide in a corner of the room. Exactly behind their duffel bags, completely crammed together.  

Trying not to giggle you looked in the mirrors their movements, as Hoseok drove the others and gave advice on advice when maybe someone stepped wrong; Or as Yoongi that at every pause he threw himself on the floor and bent on himself trying to catch his breath; Or how the Maknae line despite the exhausting hours of work continued to have the strength to annoy his Hyung.  

“I heard that Y/N is here.”  

Your name pronounced by Taehyung took your attention and you focused better on him, while they were finally taking a break and sitting in a circle not too far from the duffel bags.  

“What?? And she didn’t come to say “hi”? That little ungrateful kid. ” Seokjin snorted, gulping water on water in an attempt to calm his wheezing breath.  

“I think she’s studying, her father told me she’s the best of her course.”  

“Really?? Ah, that little girl, she gives her parents satisfaction. ” Namjoon commented with a smile, while a slight redness dispersed on your cheeks.  

And in the excitement of the moment, to feel praised in that way, you would lose the balance and fall disastrously to the side. Away from the protection of the duffel bags and under the shocked gaze of all seven.  


“Oh, Yoongi Oppa! Don’t yell!! ” You murmured, stroking your left elbow, in the exact point where you hit the floor, while someone helped you get up and immediately felt Taehyung’s scent pinching your nostrils. You knew them since you were ten years old, you could recognize each one of them only by the scent.

“Hi, Taehyung oppa!” You murmured, hiding in the arms of the member who least teased you despite sometimes his childish but adorable behaviors.  

Immediately there were complaints that he had been the first to embrace you, so after Taehyung’s loud and funny whine because he did not want to let you go, you felt six pairs of arms squeezing around your body one at a time. They were your second family and each one of them, with his hug, could make you feel at home.  

“You know that eavesdropping isn’t a thing to do??”  

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Hi!!! I love you blog to pieces omg. How tall do you think Vanderwood is??? 5'9"??? 6’??? Hc for how Vanderwood and his s/o get together? (Bonus points if the so’s just as tsundere as Vandy.) Tysm! 

✿ In the VN sections, it looks like Vanderwood is just a bit taller than Saeran, who is like… 5″6? but i like Tall Vanderwood so gimmie that 6″ tall secret agent.

Anyway, thank for contributing to my Ko-Fi, Del! I really hope you enjoy this. (If anyone else would like a guaranteed request fill, buy me a coffee here♥)

  • If you could get an award for being a tsundere, you’d have won gold in the national competition every year running.
  •  No one is spared from your vicious tongue, even Yoosung, though you do tone it down a bit around him. It’s not because you think he’s nice, or
  • anything! He’s just too pathetic to deal with it.
  • Nyeh.
  • Zen, you call him a miserable narcissist while “saving his photos for blackmail material”. Jaehee, you call a ridiculous workaholic, all the while secretly wishing Jumin would give her a break. Jumin, you call a Cat-Freak who can’t see past his own ego, and Seven – well. You just bully Seven.
  • V is a moron. Saeran is a double-moron. But Mary Vanderwood the III takes the cake in being a goddamn idiot.
  • Like – SERIOUSLY. What is he thinking? Why doesn’t he just put his frickin jacket on? Why is it lined with leopard-print? Why is he wearing that goofy vest and v-neck purple shirt, it doesn’t matter that it brings out the color of his ugly honey-brown hair and warm earthen eyes?
  • And, okay, his voice??? Like, excuse me? Not only does this loser jump whenever Seven pulls a new prank, (dude, you’d thought he’d learn by now), but he also lets out this high-pitched shriek of surprise that – no, it’s not funny! It’s not cute!
  • You’re not smiling!
  • And, double-okay, he might be pretty (look that’s not a compliment on his appearance he just CAN ROCK HEELS AND MAKEUP, OKAY??? IT’S NOT??? IT MEANS NOTHING?) but that gives him LITERALLY NO RIGHT to make fun of you when you don’t immaculately tame your bedhead or dress well or whatever.
  • And like, it also gives him no right to say, “wow, you’re finally trying to look nice for once, huh?” when you put a little bit of effort in. Couldn’t he at least compliment you a bit? You look killer, if he doesn’t admit it, he’s an asshole!
  • (…i-it’s not that you wanted him to say something nice…)
  • Anyway. He’s a butt. A big, giant butt. And sometimes, you get into arguments over the messenger over who’s the bigger butt.
    • “You need to sleep more,” he says. “The bags under your eyes look terrible.”
    • “I don’t want to hear that from the fashion disaster!”
    • “You have no right to talk. You’ve walked out of the house wearing different socks on each foot!”
    • “That’s because I stayed up late working, unlike YOU, who spends all of his time taking care of an emotionally unstable hacker with a god complex!”
    • (ouch, Seven and Saeran say in tandem)
    • “Oh, come on! You’re not one to talk! You’re always doing just one more thing for the idiots at your job!” He says, and you kind of hate that it’s true.
    • “What, are you worried about me? It’s none of your business,” you snap back, and he replies immediately with, “Maybe I am worried!”
    • And there’s silence.
    • “Anyone would worry,” he defends himself after Seven posts three straight lines of ‘OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH’. “It’s not that I care, but you’re just that useless.”
    • (A traitorous feeling springs up – that you’re happy he’s worried about you. You crush it immediately, and you both resume fighting.)
  • It’s fair to say that pretty much the entire chatroom thinks this is the result of Mega Sexually Unresolved Tension, which they’re completely and absolutely right about because, despite their foibles, the RFA is not completely full of idiots.
  • Due to this, they ship you.
  • Mercilessly.
  • There are only two things that you and Vanderwood agree on – that a clean house is a good house, and that you don’t like each other, okay. The both of you comically protest this as the others make kissy faces at you, and in these moments, your interests are… kind of aligned.
  • Kind of.
  • You still insult each other, but it’s at least working towards a common goal.
  • “I don’t like him! He’s a moron! Also, his haircut is terrible!”
  • “I don’t like them! They snore like a bear and have the face of one, too!”
  • One night, though… Something unusual happens.
  • You slip up.
    • “I don’t care if Vanderwood looks amazing in a dress; I don’t like him at all!”
    • …The conversation starts with that line. Of course, Seven pounces on it immediately, pointing out that you just expressed some attraction to Vanderwood. You go on the defensive, saying, WELL YEAH, I MEAN, ANYONE WOULD THINK THAT??? IT’S JUST??? IT’S JUST OBJECTIVELY TRUE??
    • Seven says, uh-huh.
    • Seven says, I thought you said his hair was a rat’s nest.
    • Really attractive, Seven repeats, and you’re like…
    • YEAH.
    • So Seven is cackling like caffeine addicted monkey and Vanderwood is clutching his phone and blushing, because wow, you think??? He looks good??? Like you’re dumb but
    • But.
    • But…. .. ..
    • He doesn’t have the chance to really dwell on it because you continue digging yourself a hole to throw yourself in to.
    • “LIKE, I MEAN – part of why he looked good is the color of the dress, it really brings out his eyes! And he’s really elegant in heels! And he was photographed pretty well!” …As the excuses pile up, Vanderwood gets more and more embarrassed, until they can’t take it anymore and abruptly leave the chat.
  • The next time you two meet in person, things are awkward.
  • It’s Seven’s fault that you met; he told you that he was going to help you get a video game you really wanted, and he told Vanderwood that he was going to go clothes shopping with him, and when you both arrived at the appointed meeting location, all you found was each other.
  • You both considered just leaving, but…
  • Vanderwood was still thinking about what you said, and you’re still thinking about how he left without saying a word and it’s not like you’re worried that you offended him, okay??? You just wouldn’t??? Want to be a jerk…?
  • You both start speaking at once – Vanderwood, to ask you if you really think he’s pretty, and you, to ask if you’d upset him. You say he can go first. He says you can go first. You both end up saying what you’re thinking, and for the first time, you really talk.
  • It goes well. Vanderwood is flattered, and you can’t believe how cute he looks when he gets shy and blushes. So, you suggest – in the interests of pissing Seven off – that maybe you should not take his bait and have a comically ridiculous fight, and instead just… hang out? And later, neither of you will rise to his teasing and just be cool about it?
  • Right, Vanderwood says. That’ll show him.
  • So the both of you go on a date have a good time. And it’s so successful in taking everyone off guard that you do it again.
  • And again.
  • And again.
  • “Man,” you laugh after date excursion number fifteen. “Can you imagine how much everyone would FLIP OUT if we held hands?”
  • Hahahahaha wow yeah that sure would make everyone flip out, vanderwood says, audibly sweating. Totally because it’s so ridiculous that we’d do that
  • You’re like, YEAH, we should totally do it. Get back at Seven!
  • In the weakest voice possible, vanderwood is like “okay.”
  • You get the reaction you wanted. Everyone freaks out. And Vanderwood continues to look SO CUTE while blushing.
  • …So you do it again. And again. And it’s not that you like him, you’re just – teasing him! Bullying him! Making fun of him! Which is why you compliment him. And buy him flowers. And take him out to his favorite concert, and then he buys you flowers, and takes you to a convention that you really wanted to go to, and why you go stargazing together, and the two of you look at each other, and he looks so pretty in a dark quiet field and you just
  • Kiss him.
  • Because that’ll show everyone, right???
  • RIGHT.
  • Oh my god you’ve been dating for three months what the fuck happened

Can u do where Draco is literally obsessed with you and gets very jealous of anything and I mean anything😏 thanks love ur writing so much❤️

Draco Malfoy x reader (any house) imagine

Word Count: 1495

Warnings: none but protective Draco!!!!!

You scanned the shelves filled of books, hoping one would catch your eye. You went to grab a blue spined book with golden letters that read Potions of Past, Present, and Future, potions class always had interested you, but someone else’s hand had grabbed it at the same time. You looked to see who it was and you saw Killian O'Flannery, a Y/H just like you, smiling down at you. His grey eyes blended with his light brown hair and pale skin. His white, shiny teeth peaked out of his lips.

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anonymous asked:

Hey! So I'm literally taller than every RFA member could you do some headcanons of MC being taller than RFA+ Saeran?? Thanks :)

Woahhh you must be pretty tall! I’m pretty short lol. I added V as well, I hope you don’t mind^^

RFA+V and Saeran react to a Tall MC

-Zen is SHOOK
-The beast is unleashed
-He’s use to being taller than most other people
-Power couple lol, you are taller than everyone
-Both of you fight over who gets to be the big spoon
-Zen wins usually (more like the beast wins)

-A bit shook
-He’s use to smaller women
-He didn’t expect you to be his height
-He doesn’t care for the most part, height doesn’t really matter to him(personality does!)
-When you guys are out in public, you are legit giraffes compared to everyone

-A bit disappointed, he wants to be the taller one XD
-Uses you to reach tall cabinets sometimes
-When you get into fights, you sometimes hold his controller to one of his consoles to annoy him
-It’s nice sometimes though, because if men hit in you, you can intimidate th m with your height
-No yandere yoosung(thank god, please stay pure Yoosung)

-Likes being smol
-Is usually the small spoon
-Laughs because one time you hit your head on the doorway to the cafe(but then quickly makes sure you’re okay)
-Feels really protected when you’re around, so tall^^
-When she won’t stop working, you threaten to put her coffee on a shelf she can’t reach, she stops working
-Sometimes you carry her bridal style when you go up to bed, Baehee.EXE has stopped working

-Piggiebacks for days
-Likes you to carry him bridal style lmao
24/7 he’s like “I don’t wanna walk, can I have a piggyback?”
-Lowkey more like highkey brags about you in the group chat, “Did ya know, my MC is 6 feet tall” Seven, you’ve told us that five times

-He thought he was tall, but nope
-Sometimes when he’s taking pictures, you lift him up to get him the right angle
-Boi, he’s flustered
-You guys are around the same height but you say you’re bigger
-Sure MC

-Like Jumin he doesn’t mind height
-Except when you hold things above him, MC GiVE tHe Ice CrEaM
-Hates when you hit your head on doors, one time he threatened the door, no joke
-He loves when you hide things from Saeyoung
-You guys are master prankers when it comes to hiding Saeyoung’s things

~Mod Saeran
Wooooo we finally get to write stuff!!

Everything to Me

Can I ask you to do a scenario where you are secretly into Yoongi even though you have never met him but your best friend who is namjoon knows this and when yoongi is dissing his looks he calls you and puts you on speaker(without your knowledge) and asks you to rank bts’ looks and you put yoongi first and then whatever you want happens.(feel free to not follow this exactly I love whatever you do!)

Note: I didn’t follow your request fully, but I tried my best to. I hope you enjoy this short fluffy thing that I have made. 

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/ images used. 

Originally posted by sugagifs

“It looks awful,” Yoongi whined, pressing his head against against the table that all seven of the BTS members sat. he hated talking about himself, his looks the most, and all of the members were pushing him to appreciate the colour of his freshly dyed mint green hair.

“It looks good, Hyung. I don’t know what you’re so anxious about.” The maknae of the group smiled at him warmly, his sincerity blooming like a soft flower on a sunny day. Jungkook radiated that kind of image, a sweet, innocent little petal. The other members had their charms and good looks too, he simply felt like a rock between a cluster of diamonds, and his heart was twisting painfully inside of his chest.

“I hate it.” Yoongi cursed it carelessly, narrowing his eyes as he caught Namjoon taking a photo of him in the corner of his eye. “What the hell- did you just take-”

“Shut up for a moment, will you? I’m trying to prove a point.” Namjoon intercepted sharply, though it wasn’t an angry tone, it was authoritative, and a small smile was playing on his lips.

“To who?” Yoongi spat, clearly not in the mood for games or proving a point.

“You. Now quiet, I’m ringing {y/n}.”

The table silenced and Yoongi’s heard abruptly stopped at the mention of the name. His body entered some kind of panic mode as his cheeks dusted with a shining crimson blush. “No, don’t you dare-”

“Hi, {y/n}? Yeah it’s me, Namjoon. How are you?”

Every other member was watching with pure interest. It was a secret to everyone except Namjoon that Yoongi had liked you for the longest time, and according to Namjoon, you liked him too. But what proof was there? All he knew, was that he felt as though he wanted the world to swallow him up and shoot him into the depths of space so he could get away from his utter embarrassment.

“I’m glad you’re well. Did you get the picture I sent of you?” Namjoon asked before moving the phone away from his year to select loud speaker, sending a wink towards Yoongi as if he had a plan of action.

Yoongi wasn’t liking this one bit.

“Of Yoongi? Yeah, I did. Why did you send that, by the way?” Your voice was enough to make Yoongi cover his face with his hands in self concious mind and his red face in attempt to keep the truth of his crush on you visible to the other members.

“He had it dyed the other day and doesn’t think it looks good, I was just wondering what you thought?” Namjoon spoke, and Yoongi bit his lower lip as {y/n} could be heard giggling on the other side of the phone.

“Ah~ I’m no gossip Namjoon. What do you take me for?”

“C’mon, I just want to know what you think. Is it as horrible as he says it is?”

For one horrible moment, Yoongi was sure that you were going to agree with those words and laugh at loud at how ridiculous he looked, he was taken aback when he heard your voice tur more nervous and sheepish.

“You better not tell him this Kim Namjoon, or I’ll have your head. I think he looks very handsome.”

Yoongi was sure he would have stopped breathing altogether if Jungkook hadn’t lightly kicked him under the table in some kind of pride. He removed his face from his hands to peer at the phone.

“Handsome, eh? How so?” Namjoon smirked at him, winking again.

“Well it compliments his skin very well, and it’s different. That’s something I admire about him, he can dye his hair whatever colour, and it will always look amazing. I think this colour is my favorite so far, it makes me a little flustered to see him look so attractive.”

Yoongi wasn’t sure how much his hair was complimenting his skin now it was tomato-red after blushing so much for the kind words you spoke. He could barely keep his heart from racing as he bit his lip. He did everything he could to avoid looking at the other members, who all were smirking smugly towards him.

“Well that information is very useful {y/n}, thankyou! You’ll be pleased to know that Yoongi is blushing as we speak!” J-Hope called, and Yoongi jumped from the suddenness of it.

“H-huh?” {y/n} stammered.

“Yeah! Well done {y/n}, this is the first time I’ve ever seen Suga- Hyung so flustered!” Jimin added on, only adding to Yoongi’s utter embarrassment again.

“Namjoon I’m going to end you!” {y/n} called from the other end of the phone, causing an eruption of laughter.

Yoongi rose from the table, grabbing his coat as he walked towards the front door.

“Hey, where are you going?” Jin questioned, wondering if they’d finally crossed the line.

“I’m going to see {y/n}, if we’re going to have this conversation, I don’t need you idiots listening in.” Yoongi muttered, smiling ever so slightly as he closed the door behind him, hearing the final round of ‘ooh’ before he left to hear your words truly face to face.