So I'm writing about a powerful villain who has/ is developing a soft spot for the "hero's" abused child, but I'm in a rut. Would you be able to help me with some prompts? Thanks so much!
1) “You don’t have to fight me.” The kid looked utterly petrified at the very sight of them, hands shaking visibly. “I do -” “-Why? Because it’s heroic?” The villain circled the teenager, eyes narrowed. The kid moved to attack - almost instinctively at the seeming reminder that they should be doing so. The villain pounced, steadying them. Continuing. “Because you think it will make your parents proud?” The kid swallowed and ah, there it was. Their wrists jerked against the grip. “No good parent would ever encourage their child to start a fight that they have no chance of winning.”
2) “…what are you doing here?” The villain froze at the sight of the child, shivering on their doorstep in the middle of the night. They held up a hand to halt their security. The villain’s eyes narrowed. They made a living cataloguing weaknesses, anything they could use to win. “You’re hurt.” “It’s training.” “Training-” their brain went white hot with rage. They released a breath. “Get in.”
3) “You can’t be here,” the kid hissed. “You have to go, please-” “Shh.” They dipped onto their knees to make a less threatening figure of themselves. “Easy, easy. It’s not for you to worry about.” It was a trap. Of course it was a trap - child who cried wolf. They were probably the one who’d taught the hero that sentimentality was a liability in the first place. The hero knew perfectly well that they’d come when this stupid, goddamn kid was scared. Just as the villain knew what it would cost to do so. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to - I-” “-I know. It’s alright. You do what you have to do, yeah? And I make my own choices. You’ve done great. Your parents are going to be so proud.” “Are you?” Ah, crap. “Anyone who can beat me should be very impressed with themselves.” And if it was more a matter of them letting themselves be beaten, well, the kid needed it.
4) “You kidnapped me.” “Course I did, it’s your birthday. No fun unless I ruin it.” “Dad didn’t remember.” Yeah, they were well aware of that fact.
5) “To my knowledge,” the villain said softly, as they examined their supposed hostage. “The only time people aren’t scared of me is if they’ve come across worse. And…honestly I didn’t think there was much worse than me in this city. Curious, don’t you think?” The teenager’s eyes flickered, jaw clenched. “Are you going to kill me?” “The look on your face suggests you’re asking me to.” They were missing something here - it was maddening. Ignorance tended to lead to losing. Then they saw the way the child flinched every time it seemed someone else was approaching the room and it clicked. For a second, the villain could barely think through the sudden chill. “…what do you think your parents are going to say about you getting yourself caught by the enemy?” They kept their voice light. “I’d be pretty irritated having to haul some liability of a brat out of trouble.” The teenager flinched. Bingo. It just didn’t feel all too much like victory. A bit more like oh, shit.
Warnings: mentions of sexual activity (NSFW)
and accusations of abuse. Oh, and foul language. Skip the NSFW by skipping the cursive part! (that’s why it’s cursive too hehe)
Word count: 1.707
Summary: You’re an arts student on the verge of
graduating when you get the verdict: either you do an extra year or you take
one extra, mandatory course to salvage your reputation.
You hold a grudge against history and would rather be fooling around with your
boyfriend than sitting in a bleak auditorium listening to some old fart’s war
stories. Turns out that fossil isn’t as old as you thought he’d be and soon
you’re begging for taste of Professor Rogers, taking advantage of the high
A/N: As I’m finishing up on Manhattan Mistress,
I’d like to pitch this little series based on the newly released photographs
Chris Evans did for Vogue (and Esquire). They just screamed recently divorced college
professor/high society beau/sugar daddy to me so here it is!
This is the Chapter 1 translation for the first “boku no hero academia” light novel! I actually felt a weight, like sorrow sinking from my head to my toes, when I was translating part of the beginning and also Todoroki and his mom’s conversation. Hope those without access to the book will enjoy this as that is why I spent time typing it up! XD the novel is truly quite fun to read
I will be posting my thoughts on it later but for now, please click ‘Keep reading’ below for my translation :)
Hinata... I was wondering if you could...you know...spend some fun time with me and eat together in the Ichiraku Ramen Shop. Also...we could hang out..and...takes things to the next level?
*blushing so hard* ....er....i....well..
I...is t...that a yes or a no? *sweats continuously*
Yes, yes yes!
Alright! (This will be he best day of my life, I was so scared if she said no!)
Sakura *wind blows his hair* I know I have done terrible things in the past and...this time. As I have been traveling. I notice how I was stupid to cut you of out my life. I really want to spend time with you. I really mean it. I-
*takes out Sakura's hand and puts it on his chest and lets Sakura listens to his heart beat*
*blushes* Sasuke...*cries a little with joy*
I want to be with you.
Temari...you are the only one who knows me well and even though you're scary af....er...I-
*looks pissed* what is that suppose to mean?
woah wooah ....I'm not good at these things but Temari. Even though you are a troublesome beautiful lady, I would like to stick with you and never let you go. Would you like to spend some time with me?
Are...you..serious *blushing* ...being with yo me is such a drag
*chuckles* Yeah, I know but I'm sure of it.
*enters Ino's flower shop* Hey, Ino! I'm looking for a beautiful flower.
What is it for? For decoration? For-
For a girl
*looks a little bit upset* A ...girl?
Yup, she's so beautiful. I think of her whenever I see her and she recused me so that's why she's so precious to me! She's an angel that I can't take my eyes off!
I have a drawing of her...do you want to see?
*looks upset* s-sure....w..why not?
*gives Ino the drawing* See? Such beauty....I wish she'll be my future girlfriend!
*sees a portrait of herself* Eh.....it's me!
*goes closer to Ino and whispers* I know it's you, Ms Beautiful..
Sai....wait...do you mean it? About me being your...
Why would I lie? *touches Ino's hair* Would you want to go on a date with me? I could even show you more drawings I created of you.
I'll take that as a yes, my princess *kisses Ino's hand*
*Kiba and Tamaki walking around Konoha*
Kiba-kun? What's up?
Remember our first chat together?
The one when you were helping your friend to get honey wine?
What about it? Wait is it about Momo, my cat? Did he say rude things about you?
No no no..
Phew....then what is it?
*stops walking and goes closer to Tamaki* Damn it! *blushes* I'm not good at these things and i stutter when I say this but it's time that I should do it!
Kiba? You're not making any sense....
Ah, crap.....I really like you...Tamaki....and I thank god that i had the opportunity to see you at Sora-Ku! I would really like....if....we....can...well....consider ourselves as.....
*blushes so hard* ...I.....
You're so easy to read, dog boy. Of course! I would love to spend my life with a handsome man *puts her arms over Kiba's shoulders* like you, Kiba-kun? Because...I like you...really...I mean it! Me too, I'm glad we met. Even though we are different, who says that dogs and cats can't be together?
*hugs Tamaki* I'm glad you feel the same, cat girl!
me too, dog boy!
Karui, you're the woman who doesn't give no bananas about my size and I'm glad that you don't. I'm very happy that we got to hang out more and I really think that i might have feelings for you, chococlate sunshine.
Ehh.....You really think so?! I...well...think the same. You care about my opinions and you are always there for me! You're my big strong butterfly....I'm glad that you like me because I like you too!
So do you want to go to my house and eat something together *holds Karui's hands and blushes*
*blushes* S..sure... I would love that.
*Lee and Tenten in a training hall*
*Lee stops training*
What's wrong? You stopped training?
....I.... *takes a deep breath*
We have spend some time together and we have similar connections and i would like if our connections collide into one. Tenten, to me, you're one of the strongest kunoichi that I have seen and I wish to spend more training with you and see you grow! I may be so annoying to you in the past but right now, I just....want you to see me as a man and show you how much I want to spend more time and...l-love with you...Tenten...I
*kisses Lee's forehead* You are already a man to me and I would like to see our connections grow together and become one...Lee...Yes... I would like to be with you.
I know it's weird saying this to you and I'm kinda freaked out on saying this but I really...like talking to you and I wish we hanged out more and well...united....
...damn it.....I can't do it....no one likes me....
buzzzzzzzz (you have us)
I know I have you.
Woof....woof woof...(I should find leave and find Kiba)
I'm glad that people wouldn't see me crying as I walk around Konoha.
*looks at Shino from a distances and giggles*
Huh? *turns around and sees Shiho*
*both of them look at each other and blush*
*Kiba sees the connection as he walks towards Shino*
Oooooooo... you have a crush.....
(Requested) ;---; NejiTen
In the future, I always think in what will happen to me? Will I die (;-;)
Or will I live (;----;) but the most important question is who will I be with before this happens?
Yeah...okay....what are you trying to say?
Tenten, if the world ends today, I would like to be with you and stick with you. I know you see me as a team mate but i would to expand that. I was a pain to you and harsh before but I want to change! ...and become the man you want! And I'll do it - if you like me....
You felt this way....you like me?
I will always do you, my ninja twin bun strong kunoichi.
then, promise me you will stick with me and protect forever.
You don't need to be protected by me! You're so strong. Even I can't touch you...
Neji....*lays on his lap* I will always stick with you and protect then....no matter what.
Having eight people in one house was something none of you were used to. The loudness, the tightness, and especially how there was no privacy.
“YAH!!” You heard the loud, high-pitched screech of Hoseok, making you sit up in the bed you were laid in alarmed drowsiness, your medium length hair sticking up in weird directions because of your bad sleeping habit.
Yoongi, who slept in the bed beside you didn’t even move, soft, gentle snores escaping his lips as he curled up under the blanket, his silver-hair tousled.
“What the fuck…” You groaned, rubbing your eyes as you crawled out of the warm bed, shivering slightly as your bare legs felt the cold air of the morning. Your feet were silent as they padded against the wooden floor, you quietly opening the door to Yoongi’s room and stepping out into the hall in confusion.
Your feet carried you to the bathroom where you guessed the scream had come from. Hoseok was the only one out of all of you to wake up early in the morning to take his daily showers. Without much hesitation, you opened the door, the wave of steam immediately hitting your face and body.
At your appearance, the younger man released another squeak, looking at you with his eyes round in shock. Poor Hoseok wrapped his towel tighter around his waist, a prominent scowl on his face.
“Do any of you know how to fucking knock?” Your friend growled, running a hand through his wet hair in irritation, the excessive water dripping down his neck and rolling down his bare torso before gathered by his white towel.
You rolled your eyes, yawning as you walked to the sink, brushing against him to grab your toothbrush, “Your scream woke me up so I came to check on you,” you mumbled as you brushed your teeth tiredly, “Why is the shower still on?” You questioned as the running water entered your ears, “You know Jin gets annoyed when we waste water,” you moved to pull the curtain open to stop the water, making Hoseok release a strangled gasp.
“Y-Y/N! Wait! Taehyung is-”
“What the fuck?!” You choked, your toothbrush falling out of your mouth and clattering to the floor as you were met with a very bubbly Taehyung who washed his hair.
The man didn’t even look fazed as you openly stared at him in disbelief, returning your look with a grin, “Good morning, Y/N-Noona! Are you gonna join me in the showers? Hobi-Hyung already refused and I’m really sad getting rejected once today, you’ll hop in righ-”
Before he could finish his sentence, you slid the curtain closed and turned to Hoseok, who looked disturbed as well as mildly amused.
“What the fuck were the two of you doing?” You hissed at your friend, making Hoseok scrunch his nose in disgust as he realized what you were hinting at.
“Gross, I don’t swing that way, Noona! I was enjoying my shower like usual when this asshole just walked and jumped in as soon as I got out! He didn’t even let me get dressed before he started to strip!” Hoseok gagged as he shook his head, “This isn’t really something I want to see first thing in the morning.”
You rub your temple as you started to feel a headache starting to hit you so early in the morning. With your mouth still filled with foam, you picked your toothbrush off the ground and rinsed it off. “I’ll go before I permanently get scarred…”
“My body is beautiful, thank you very much! Didn’t you see? I’m pretty big as well! Maybe not as big as Jungkookie’s but pretty decent size-”
Anonymous Requested: We broke up but no one makes coffee the way you do and I really need a cup so can I come over? Pairing: Jungkook | Reader Genre: Fluff Word Count: 3,520
It starts with one hazy winter morning and a single phone call.
You’ve always been a relatively light sleeper, a trait of your life you’ve always secretly hated because it’s always stopped you from getting through the night peacefully, but this time it’s a part of yourself you just want to fling off a cliff and curse to the heavens and back. Who on earth would even bother trying to call you at a time like—!
“What the fuck?” You let out in a groan, voice husky from sleep as your hand blindly reaches across to the nightstand, fingers dragging along the surface to try and feel for your phone. Your head is swimming with the abruptness of early morning, the neurons in your brain going at a rapid pace in hasty attempts to right yourself up for the new day. “What time is it…?”
Somehow, your fingers manage to clasp around the rectangular object that is your phone, and you peel an eye open long enough to catch the bright green numbers on your digital clock. The fact that the sun hasn’t even risen over the horizon should be warning bell number 1 that whoever is calling you definitely doesn’t deserve a reply if they’re going to interrupt what little sleep you already get, but you think you would much rather give this person a piece of your mind as—!
You don’t even bother trying to read the fine print of the caller ID before you tug the phone from the charging unit, rolling onto your stomach and—“What?”
“Oh, sorry, is this a bad time?”
The arm that isn’t propped up to keep the phone to your ear straightens like a board, driving you off the bed, the warmth of the covers long forgotten as your heart immediately sets on going into overdrive as it courses through your body. The feelings are almost vague, foreign, nearly forgotten, yet something so nostalgic that your heart already knows the answer before your mind could conjure up a question.
A = Aftercare All the boys love Taeil so yall need to stop sleepin on him and I kind of see him as somewhat of a second mom/weird aunt of the group, he loves his members and they love him. That love matches yours, so he almost instinctively wants to and does take care of you without a complaint. Taeil’s one of the boys that’ll have a warm rag on stand by and ready to go and fetch food or something so you can both just chill in bed for the rest of the day or until he’s ready for another round
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Taeil literally said his favorite body part is his abs, so I’m not going to push against that lmao. He’s pretty proud of them. On you, however, he’s got an obsession with your back. He likes brushing his fingers across you, watching you twitch at the slightest touch, feeling the soft skin beneath his fingers when he holds you. As weird as it sounds, but then again Mr. Cheerleader is kinda weird.
C = Cum It’s all fun and games in the bedroom, things get tripped on and lamps get knocked over, sex with Taeil is kind of erratic and crazy, so you can’t really predict where he finishes. It’s like throwing a dart on a board of choices, but his favorite is cumming on your tummy, he gets to see you all spread out and out of breath, flushed skin, all for him. The sight alone is almost enough to get him going again…and he probably will in a few minutes.
D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) The cheerleading gag is a joke on him#OhMickeyYoureSoFine but it’s kind of seeped into his mind a little. It’ll be revealed eventually, everything does eventually with him, the bedroom is a safe place for you two, but Taeil just really needs to see you dressed up as his own little cheerleader, even if it’s just one time.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) I don’t see Taeil having much experience or the most extensive knowledge. A basic level of ‘oh yeah i have a dick and it goes in things and things feel nice’ is about it, you’ll have to teach him a bunch of things but he’s a good learner. You’ll be able to mold him to match you easily.
F = Favorite position On the norm, Taeil’s a big fan of doggy style, like I said, he likes your back and from behind gives him the perfect position to see the way your back curves when he hits just the right stop and run his hands across the smooth skin. You riding him in a close second though, he can still have access to your back and he also likes switching it up with who’s in control.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) From the whole ‘taeil-hyung was chokin on an ice cube but he always plays like that we didn’t know he was about to fuckin choke to death’ incident, I’m really curious to what he does to those boys…..He’s a meme and a half, from the cheerleader to what we obviously don’t see. Sex with Taeil will probably be the most lighthearted and fun you can imagine, nothings taken serious, you trip taking off pants and he’s laughing for three minutes straight; it’s all giggles and fun with him.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they) While the few times I’ve seen his tummy, it’s pretty smooth, I don’t think he gets to grooming much, I feel like he’s at an age when he doesn’t really care about shaving(especially if there’s no one to shave for). Rarely, he manscapes but usually he just let’s it do it’s own thing.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) By his own words, “I’m romantic Doyoung-ah” so I trust him XD Taeil’s that purposely over the top romantic, the whole ‘yo i spent $20 on the fake rose peddles that we’ll have to pick up after we’re done’ kind of crap that you literally have to tell him off for. His romance definitely drags in his human, and you might as well be dating a clown at this point. It’s so overly affectionate, the eye contact and holding your hands and light kisses with the fun atmosphere, it’s almost unbearable. Taeil is 10/10 ideal bf, don’t let him slip through your fingers.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation) I lowkey feel like Taeil is a secret horn dog? Like I think he hides it well but he’s got high hormones and if you’re not near, he’s almost always in the bathroom. The where’s Taeil, we’re gonna miss dinner idk man he’s been in the bathroom for 10 mins bruh tf he doin kinda stuff.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) He’s 100% a switch, he really likes either him having full control, or you having full control. Most times with sex with Taeil, it’s a trade off during, half the time he’ll have you on your hands and knees and pounding you for all he’s worth, and half the time he’ll let you have him on his back while you roll your hips in his lap. One thing he’s getting increasingly more into as you have your control time, is you marking him up. One rule is, that it has to below his neckline so it’s easily covered, so it’s not uncommon for him to have hickies and light scratches across his chest and stomach, but he loves them. You’ll probably catch him more than once just standing shirtless and looking at your ‘art’ in the mirror.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do) Taeil is the definition of a wild card; anything can happen. He’s not a stickler for location as long as it’s guaranteed you’ll be alone aka no risk of getting caught. Bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, living room, anywhere. He quite favors lockable closets backstage when he’s literally minutes away from performing on stage in front of an army of people. Throw a little thrill of being caught in with the knowledge the doors locked, and Taeil’s in a very happy place.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) I think 99% of the time, he’s the one that initiates sex, so what got him going isn’t necessarily something you did to him, more or less it’s just him letting his hormones free since you’re actually there to help him out if you agree to. But one thing that oddly turns him on is kind o f a generic relationship thing, it’s not uncommon for you to steal his clothes and wear just his regular tees throughout the day, but he really gets off on it. I’m sure every guy likes it, but Taeil takes it as almost a mark of ‘yup…that’s my babe yall back off’ kinda thing.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Taeil’s not really afraid of a location, he’s down to switch control all the time, he’s a clown in bed, it’s all light hearted and fun and good shit. But he puts his foot down full blown dom stuff, he won’t hit you and sure as hell won’t let you hit him. Spanking is one thing, but belts, paddles, all that stuff is not going to fly. He doesn’t get off on pain, he’s not here for it.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) Taeil is certainly a pleaser, when it comes to sex, it’s basically just an excuse for Taeil to blow your mind. He’s really eager to please, and after the messy introduction to sex, he picked up on your body’s signals pretty fast and knows exactly how to turn your world upside down with his tongue alone. Seeing as you two switch, when he’s in control, he likes seeing you on your knees and if you’re going to go down on him, he’s not turning that away.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Again, he switches sex up quite a lot. Sex is almost never the same, there’s always a different location or position or atmosphere to it. In most cases, though, Taeil’s thrusts are pretty erratic; fast and pretty hard.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) Because one of his favorite places to have sex is almost a public place, aka somewhere he’s literally about to have to work, quickies are pretty frequent, he enjoys them a lot. Helps keep his hormones in check, but he’s always ready for more…in depth…fun when he gets off stage and you can go home…
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) Again, @ location. Taeil’s pretty wild with you, almost anything is game, so he’s always open to experimenting with new positions or a little role playing, or a few new toys, anything goes unless he’s got a firm dislike for it, and what he doesn’t like is a pretty short list…so have fun ;)
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) Taeil’s another member I kind of think of as a rabbit, he’s ready to go one round after the other after the other, you’ll have to literally tap out and call it a night before he’s done with you. That being said, I think he does cum kinda fast, a few minutes(like 3-5) is about what actual sex lasts, but he makes up for that with a few more rounds easily.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) Because you two switch it up, and he does like to experiment, Taeil has a pretty fair collection of toys. Some silk blindfolds, handcuffs, various vibrators, etc. Makes playing with you all the more fun.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) He is one of the ultimate teases in NCT, all the toys he has, his tongue and fingers, everything and anything will aid him into teasing you to the very max. One of the reasons you even decided on a safe word was just to give him a sign that the teasing was too much and you needed a tap out or for him to just get on with it and fuck you.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) Taeil’s vocal’s are no joke, tbh. He’s got a good set of pipes on him and he uses them well. He’s a full blown moaner, and babbles a lot of nonsense usually. Groaning about how you feel, how beautiful you are, how much he loves you, how lucky he is, what he wants to do to you, what he will do to you, etc. You can hear him clear as day, and anyone in the dorm will too.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) Role playing is a fun thing that happens semi-frequently in your sex life with Taeil. Nurse/Doctor, Teacher/Student, etc, but one thing that has been kind of shelved since was the maid outfit. You’d just finished actually having sex, and just lounging tiredly in the outfit, it was thrown out there just for the hell of it that you wondered what Taeil would look like in it. Long story short, he ended up in the too tiny for him maid outfit, it was a good laugh, aaaand then the door opened and in piled the members from practice…..awkward dinner followed.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) I don’t think he’s that big tbh, I imagine him being pretty average in length(around 5 inch) but more on the thinner/slender side on things. Definitely enough to get the job done but not anything to email the president about, y’know?
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) This entire post I’ve been talking about horny, rabbit-like, fuck happy Taeil. That boy’s sex drive…..it’s out of this world….If aliens abducted him and tested him vs everyone else they’ve probed, their minds would be blown and wouldn’t know wtf to believe anymore. Good luck with him, may your nether regions survive.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Because his stamina is weirdly high, he can plow out rounds like no tomorrow, I don’t even see him being really tired after sex. Unless you two bone at night and it’s literally bed time, he’s ready to jump up and shower and move on with the day, unless you wanna cuddle. If cuddles are on the table, his butt is in your arms and pretty much out like a light.
Guzma doodles from things I’ve been doing in my free time. (holy crap my last Guzma drawing took off. 70+ notes!)
Also tried my hand at Golisopod. Used the ref on the top left of the drawing. Thought I should include it somewhere. I messed up so much though, even with a ref right in my face. Ah well, practice makes perfect as they say.
Also also also.
Happy 26th Birthday to me. I bred a shiny Wimpod for myself as a present.
❤ - go blind/speed dating and happen to find each other (w/ idol!yoongi)
You would like to think of yourself as someone who had nothing to be afraid of (other than spiders because fuck that eight-legged piece of shi-). But in this moment as you’re making your way down to a place you never had a chance to agree to (but screw Jung Hoseok, just because he thinks he’s all famous now he can pull this shit on you), there’s no other choice.
Hoseok was a great friend, you’ll give him that. He was patient, kind and loving but an asswipe who could guilt trip you with just one try of: “Are you really going to put him down like this by not showing up and giving him a chance? After all I’ve done to trying to get him to agree to this?”
Yeah, screw you.
Brushing off all ill thoughts and the many, many possibilities of how this could go wrong, one last breath before you push the door open to enter the restaurant wipes everything off to give this guy a shot. So far, in all your life, blind dates… hadn’t ended on the most positive notes. The other end would always be a mismatched piece to your puzzle, leaving the image of what could be and might be to incomplete.
You’re crossing out the previous… unpleasant dates to start afresh and maybe, just maybe things would be fine.
Fuck it things weren’t fine. The guy’s head was clearly too big for his body, throwing slurs and spewing words without much consideration if someone around him could haul his ass down for the things he’s said. Or the fact that he blatantly stated how your outfit didn’t seem to match your choice of colors (which by the way, fuck you dude, black matches with anything) so one last straw of him making a rude comment about how women deserve to be talked down regardless of the situation has you grabbing the cup of water before giving him the taste of how it feels like to be sitting here, listening to his crap as the coldness of iced water shocks him to his face.
With one last smile, you get up and leave.
As you’re walking down the sidewalk, you plan on leaving Hoseok a generous length of a voice message but white paints your face at the missing presence of your phone but - “H-Hey, miss?”
You spin around with your guard up, ready to pounce if it was that asshole that did nothing but waste your time with inconsideration and ignorance but - “Woah, easy there,”
When you realize it’s not him, you sigh and face him properly, shaking your head with an apology ready to be said but then - “I’m not that idiot who thought women deserved to be talked shit to,”
Your mouth opens, with a question ready to be asked but you only get out a soft how… and it seems like the stranger understands what you mean when he chuckles and makes you hold onto your phone before he leans back with his hands in his pocket, a smile on his face that somehow makes you feel like he understands.
“I was sitting at the table beside you,”
He finds it endearing when you start to think back of whether he was there or not and he waits patiently as you dig up through your fresh memories. He chuckles when you snap your fingers, eyes wide as you blink at him, “Ah! The one with the girl who argued the world was a cube?”
He groans and throw his head back, “Don’t even begin with that,”
There’s a mutual laughter being shared, as if comfort towards one another to make up for a - “Bad date?”
He blows his fringe that’s not covered by his beanie and rolls his shoulders, pouting a little at you and that’s a little cute to you, “I think yours was worse,”
“Well, I wouldn’t be so mad if he argued about the world being a damned box than all the crap he said,”
There’s another pause for a laugh, before this stranger puts his hand out, offering a smile, “I’m Yoongi. Hopefully, I don’t say as much crappy things as the last one,”
“Yoongi?” Your head bobs forward, yet, you put your hand in his with a small brow raise. He feels his heart dropping at the possible realization you might have. Cross his heart, over and over, please don’t but - “Ah! You’re Hoseok’s friend, right?”
She might be living under a rock, but that’s a rock I want to be under with.
“H-Hoseok? You know him?” He lets your hand go, and while it does make his heart yearn to hold it for a while longer, curiosity gets the best of him to straighten facts out before he jumps to conclusions. “Are we talking about the same guy here?”
“Yeah! He calls himself J-Hope but really, J Hope he can get some girls with that name,”
“I take it as you’re not too much of a fan of BTS?”
“Maybe if you were in it, I might be,”
“What if I told you I was?”
He’s stunned when you hold your hand out, palm facing up, eyes boring into his own with a hint of charisma that hooks Yoongi on, “Proof or it’s fake,”
He can see through that you’re doing this because it’s fun, and he returns the favor with narrowing his eyes at you with pressed lips. You mimic him and try to see if you can get him to crack if you lean in to stare at him but it doesn’t work when he too, holds his hand up and you lean away with your eyes widening at his arm raised in midair, “Dinner for proof,”
Although you could easily google (like Hoseok tells you to because woman if you don’t believe me, that’s your problem), you think, it is way more interesting when you slip your hand in his, allowing him to tug you to another restaurant with a deal.
((the real deal here is that yoongi didn’t even need to have proof to prove to you the legibility of such existence of a group. he finds that you find it much more interesting to know about him as a person, and vice versa when he enjoys listening to you speak.
oh, even more when you’re able to lead him back to his dorm, which is also where - “jung hoseok, i’m going to murder you!”
“h-hey! how come you’re with yoongi-hyung? how was the date-y/n! it hurts!”
yoongi only stands a distance away as he watches you tackle hoseok to the ground, hitting him non-stop and it’s a bit too fast for this but yoongi thinks he can get used to seeing you around in the dorm.))
HAPPY BIRTHDAY V!!!!!! Omg this is really late, but here’s a drawing i drew for him anddddddd yea… ALSO WHO’S EXCITED FOR HIS ROUTE BC IK I AMMM, it finally came out :’) (I’m so sad tho, I messed while inking ;-;) Please forgive my horrible handwriting;;; OH, Mod V said they can digitilaize and color this drawing for me (bc i cant do crap) so you guys are in for a treat tmrw :) Have a wonderful rest of the day ^^
Lake House Love Affairs//Stiles Stilinski & Malia Tate
I am absolutely in love with this story, this is a collab with @justsohappensiimagined (I don’t know if it will tag her, but PLEASE check her out!) She’ll be posting part 2 and then she’ll throw it back to me for part 3
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Malia Tate, Liam Dunbar, Hayden Romero, Mason Hewitt, Scott McCall, Theo Raeken, Isaac Lahey, Corey Bryant, Kira Yukimura, Werewolf!Reader.
“Holy crap, this is gonna be awesome.“ Stiles exclaimed from the backseat. You rolled your eyes at the spastic boy.
“Stiles, we’re going to Lydia’s lake house, not Dubai. Calm down.” Derek chuckled at him.
“Yeah, but this is a supernatural free weekend. No fighting Dread Doctors, or La Bête du Gevaudan, or freaking Nogitsunes,” he shuttered at the last evil thing he listed, “we can all just be normal.” He finished.
You give him a pointed look, “Stiles, you’re the only human here, and yet you’ve been possessed while the rest of us are either werewolves or something else.”
“I mean…yeah..but I was still something.” Stiles cocks an eyebrow.
“Just because you were possessed doesn’t make you supernatural. You don’t even remember 98% of your possession.” Isaac pops up from the third row of seating.
“Isaac, I swear to God…” Stiles says under his breath.
“Both of you shut up. You’ve been fighting the whole way here.” Derek groans.
“Are we there yet?” You look over at Scott and he chuckles.
“Ten more minutes.”
Everyone in the car groans collectively.
You hear a loud beep. “Recalculating.” The GPS states monotonously. You all groan even louder.
“Derek, this is the sixth time this has happened!” Malia exclaimed from beside Issac.
“Either you’re a really shitty driver, or this thing is stalling us so we run out of gas in the middle of nowhere and get eaten by backwoods hillbillies.” You told Derek.
The driver rolled his eyes. Stiles laughed at your comment, clutching his stomach. A small blush formed on your face, making you tighten your smile. Even though the GPS had recalculated your route, Derek was proven truthful as you arrived ten minutes later. Scott and Stiles practically jumped out of the car, even though it wasn’t in park.
“Oh my God, fresh air.” You take a deep breath as you step out.
Lydia runs out the door, “What took you guys so long?” She crosses her arms.
You stretch your legs, the feeling starting to return. “Ask Derek.”
He rolls his eyes as he gets out, “The GPS recalculated..we drove in circles for a bit.”
“I told you we’d been past that tree before!” Stiles shouts and shakes his head.
She sighs, “Come inside. There’s beer in the fridge. I assume you’re here to party.” She turns on her heel and walks inside.
“She’s in a mood.” Malia mutters as she passes you, her bag over her shoulder.
You grab your bag from the back. “Tell me about it.”
You walk inside, Scott and Stiles trailing behind you. You quickly rush to the kitchen, finding Liam, Hayden, Mason and Corey. “Ah, fresh fish!” You smiled. “Y/N, we’re sophomores now.” Mason told you. You stood in front of him, grinning. “Yeah, but you’re about as tall as a fourth grader. Suck it up.” You shrugged, brushing past him and to the refrigerator.
Hayden giggled at your comment, earning a smile from Liam. “Where’s Kira?” You asked Lydia as she walked into the room. “Upstairs unpacking.” Lydia said quickly, running to stop Stiles from playing with a vase. You giggled at the two.
“You guys are adorable.” You smile and shake your head, hitching your bag up a bit.
“Us? We’re adorable? Lydia and I? We’re an us?” Stiles fumbles over his words.
“We’re not an us.” She glances between the two of you, an unreadable look on her face.
“Yeah..we aren’t a thing. Just an FYI, y'know…just telling you.” He tries to lean back and play off his awkwardness.
You smile, a bit of relief rushing over you. You’d always thought he was interested in Lydia. You’d misread things.
“How are we splitting up bedrooms?”
“I actually didn’t think of that.” She muttered. “Okay, well we have two rooms down here to Hayden and Liam could stay in one and Mason and Corey in the other. Is that cool guys?” She asked them. They nodded.
“Lydia, I unpacked in your room.” Kira said coming downstairs.
“Well, that settles me and Kira. Stiles?” Lydia questioned.
Stiles snapped his head away from the vase Lydia told him to leave alone, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “Uh–pft, Scott?” Stiles said shakily. Scott chuckled before nodding his head.
“Y/N and I could bunk together.” Malia said from the couch.
You shrug, Malia smiling at you, “Good with me. What about Isaac and Derek? Wait and Theo?” You spot him from across the room, he’s been silent since you arrived. You grab your bag and stand up, looking around and counting heads. “Maybe we should’ve thought this through a little bit more.” You chuckle as Isaac and Derek both give Theo a look.
“I don’t wanna bunk with you, no offense dude.” Isaac shakes his head at Theo.
“I second that notion.” Derek raises a finger.
You give Theo an apologetic glance, “Sorry..”
“Nice to know everyone likes me.” Theo rolls his eyes.
“Hey, I like you.” You said softly, lightly nudging him.
“Really?” He scoffed, leaning back against the wall.
You nodded. Everyone had went off to their rooms, unpacking and getting settled in. “Yeah.” You shrugged. “I know you’ve done some pretty shady shit in the past,” you managed to make him laugh, “but you’ve changed, I hope. I think you’re one of the good guys.” You smiled.
“Thanks, Y/N.” Theo said softly.
You smiled before making your way upstairs with Malia. Walking in, you didn’t expect her to be changing. “Oh, God. I’m sorry!” You gasped, seeing her rip off her shirt.
She doesn’t react, she’s still a little iffy on social cues. You do see a small blush spread across her face from your reaction.
She slips a loose tank top on, pulling her hair up over it, “It’s okay.” She smiles.
You feel your face heat up, you’re blushing so hard you’re almost cold. “Jesus, I should probably knock.” You sigh as you run a hand through your hair. You made this situation way more awkward than it should’ve been.
“I..um…” You point behind you. “Should go do something..I think.”
“You smell like..anxiety…” She glances at you, her eyebrow raised. “And arousal?”
“Kay, bye!” You said quickly, making your way back down the stairs. You sighed heavily before turning into the kitchen. A force pushed you back a little, causing you to gently hit the wall. “Ah, crap! I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t see you there.” Stiles apologized.
“I-It’s cool. It was my fault. I should’ve been paying attention.” You shrugged, your mind still lingering on shirtless Malia.
Why am I even thinking about that? God, Y/N, stop it. “Well, uh,” Stiles stuttered, “I was gonna go chill out back with Derek and Scott. Would you like to join me—I mean, us? Would you like to join us?” Stiles asked you.
You nodded your head. “Yeah. Yeah of course.”
You follow him outside, trying to clear your thoughts.
The minute you step outside Scott and Derek’s head pop up, their eyes follow you as you sit down, a curious look on both of their faces.
“What uh…what were you doing in there?” Scott raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, I uh..I-I bumped into Y/N in the kitchen.” He nods.
“Literally.” You try to deflect, knowing all too well they smelled the arousal on you too.
You rock in the hammock, the swaying making you feel a bit more at ease. Stiles comes and sits beside you, the hammock shifting to the side.
“Hey, Stilinski.” You smiled up at him.
He sighed, putting one arm behind his head, and holding a beer in the other. “Y/L/N.” He grinned. “The guys want to order pizza, but they couldn’t decide so they sent me to ask you what you wanted instead.” He told you.
Craning your neck up to look at the whiskey eyed boy, you hummed in though. “Pineapple.” You answered happily.
“What? Pineapple? On pizza? Are you serious?” He asked bewildered. You nodded. You yelled to Scott what you wanted, and the boys agreed. “I can’t believe you eat pineapple on pizza. What sort of monster are you?” Stiles gawked.
“I’m a werewolf.” You answered, your eyes glowing yellow.
He rolls his eyes, “Wow. That’s news to me.” He says monotonously.
You swat his arm, “Don’t be a smart ass.”
“Do you know who you’re talking to?” He rubs his arm where you hit him.
You mimic his voice, “Do you know who you’re talking to? You sound like Jackson.”
He feigns hurt feelings, “I can’t believe you just said that to me.” He pouts as he places his hand on his arm.
“Aw, you poor baby.” You laugh, looking over at him. “Do you want me to kiss it and make it better?” You glance at the spot on his arm, no sign of bruising, much less redness.
“Are you flirting with me?” He squinted his eyes, a small smirk playing at his lips.
“Please, who would flirt with you?” Issac questioned, laying on the other side of you. Stiles made a face of disgust towards the blue eyes boy. This is going to be interesting. “Oh, go sit on a cactus.” Stiles scoffed, taking a swig of his beer.
“Bite me.” Isaac retorted.
“Eat me.” Stiles spat.
“Kiss my ass.” Issac responded.
“Would you two stop acting like a bunch of babies?” You shouted, their bickering becoming quite annoying with you in the middle.
“He started it!” Stiles huffed.
“I don’t care who started it, just both of you piss off.” You groan. Isaac smirks and scoots closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Sorry, Y/N.” He says your name lowly and you flick your eyes upward.
“Isaac?” You lean into him.
“Hmm?” He looks down at you.
“Don’t say my name like that.”
“All dark and sexy. It has zero effect on me.”
“Okay, fine. But answer this…would you sleep with me?”
“Where the hell is that coming from?” You sit up and he smirks.
“Answer the question.”
You purse your lips, thinking. “Under the right circumstances I guess. What the hell is your problem?” You laugh.
You hear Stiles grunt from behind you as Isaac smirks.
“But then again, I also like pineapples on my pizza. So who’s so say I won’t be delirious when it happens.” You smirk at Issac. Stiles turned to grin at you, a huge smile coming to view.
Issac’s face fell with confusion and hint of anger. “Whatever.” He scoffed.
Stiles teased him, “What’s wrong? Did the baby get his feelings hurt?”
Issac shot him a glare, “Shut up, Stiles. I’ve gotten more than you can get in two months.
“Wow. Amazing. It’s like you’re trying to be an asshat.” Stiles retorted, his words slurred a little bit. Issac walked back towards us, Stiles instinctively standing up to face him. God dammit. You knew this was going to happen. Stiles and Issac under the same roof for a week? The couldn’t even last five minutes without insulting each other.
“If you’re going to keep running your mouth like that, I can think of a few ways to make you shut up.” Issac threatened.
“Oh, I’d be happy to prove you wrong?” Stiles said lowly.
It was then that Issac punched Stiles square in the jaw.
You finally moved from the hammock, running towards the fight. “Issac, stop!” You yelled. Stiles turned back to Issac, tackling him to the ground. Stiles shuffled upwards before continually punching Issac. “Stiles! Stop!” You screamed louder. Derek and Scott rushed to pull Stiles off of the bleeding boy underneath him.
Everyone else rushed outside as They managed to pull Stiles up. Issac’s face was bruised and bloody as you knelt beside him. “Oh, goodness.” You gasped. “I’ll heal.” He muttered, standing up as Derek examined his face.
“Stiles, are you alright?” You heard Scott ask. You spun to look at the dimpled boy. You never knew Stiles could get that angry, or hit with such a force.
“Let’s get you inside.” You tell Stiles, pulling his arm along. “Are we just gonna ignore what he did?!” Issac yelled to you. You stopped, turning around eyes ablaze. “Walk it off.” You growled through gritted teeth.
“Are you kidding me? Tell me you’re kidding!” You push him inside and slam the door closed. “What kind of idiot gets into a fight with a werewolf? God, Stiles!”
He sighs and runs his hand over his face, “He was flirting with you.” He mumbles.
“And?” You cross your arms, “I’m not your girlfriend, Stiles. People can flirt with me. I’m single.”
He sighs and looks at his feet, “That’s the problem.” He says under his breath.
“What?” You drop your arms and look at him.
“I…I didn’t plan on doing this here..now…or probably ever, but, Y/N I have feelings for you. Deep, strong feelings.”
“Don’t say anything yet.” He says quickly. “I just want everything to be a little more clear here. I don’t expect anything from you, I just want you to know.”
You squint at him, your chest flittering. “You have feelings for me?”
“Don’t forget the deep and strong part.” He bites his lip.
Ahhh. I saw translations for the notable parts for the fan disc so I thought it was okay but maybe some people want to read the other dialogues too so I just roughly translated everything.
As for the video um, I think there are copies floating around though I do not know where… I have my own CD. Be sure to support the team by purchasing your copy too, if you liked the content. (^^)
The fan disc gave me life and made me want to rewatch everything…
Kamiya Hiroshi voiced Akashi kun so cute haha. His voice is significantly higher. Kagami was also adorkable in this like he’s so giddy when he hears Tatsuya’s name and he’s just…. pfffttttt. *throws burgers at him*
It’s so fun looking at all the piyos in this alternate reality mini drama haha. Also, Hiyoko no Basuke is EVERYTHING.
It’s also cute how Ono Kenshou is embarrassed to listen to himself in the first episode during the audio commentary. It brings so much nostalgia even to the actors and director! It’s funny how they put effort into making Kuroko invisible to the naked eye. Pfft, even they knew that someone like Kuroko who has SKYBLUE HAIR is someone who is more likely to get noticed than be ignored.
Summary: You and Sebastian Stan became best friends years ago, on the set of the first Captain America movie, and you couldn’t be happier that you had found someone just as witty and caring as you - but will feelings wiggle their way in and get in between your friendship and happiness?
Word Count: 1224
Pairing:Sebastian Stan x Reader
Warnings: (Throughout) Language, Gun Violence, mentions of death, Angst
Characters (in order of appearance): Chadwick Boseman, Sebastian stan, Reader
A/N:Only 5 chapters left!!!! I’m gonna cry when this fic ends, but I hope y’all enjoy!!! I’m posting this in a rush so if I didn’t tag you/there are mistakes, I’ll fix them later!!!
***if you would like to be tagged in future parts, also let me know via ask/message!***
Summary: Based on Little Big Town’s “Girl Crush” Can anyone really blame you for feeling a little jealous of the girls Dean’s always giving his attention to?
Words: 1,400 (with lyrics)
A/N: Hahaha this was supposed to be a little drabble, but I’m such a wordy shit. Not beta’d, just something that popped in my head driving to the lake on Friday. This song came on and I couldn’t help myself I guess. Lyrics are in bold, flashback in italics. Let me know what you think! (Also you’re welcome for the gratuitous Dean tongue gif)
I gotta girl crush, hate to admit it but I gotta heart rush, ain’t slowin’ down I got it real bad, want everything she has That smile and that midnight laugh she’s giving you now
“Sam. I 100% don’t like him like that. Leave me alone.”
“You know Y/N, for someone who basically lies professionally, you suck at it so bad.”
“Guys. I found a friend for the night…think you can maybe get another room to share for the night?”
You tried to hide the dejection in your voice and on your face “Yeah, no worries D.” You put your head down slightly, suddenly very interested by your drink. Sam didn’t by any of it.
Normally Dean wouldn’t have either, he knew you just as well if not better than Sam did. At the moment though, he was a little preoccupied with tonight’s conquest.
“Aaahhh that’s my girl!” slinging his arms across your shoulders and giving you a quick peck to the side of the head-might as well have stabbed you in the heart, he turned to share the good news with the flavor of the night, “You’re the best sweetheart.”