though this is a pretty attractive look on him

Convince Me

Drabble Prompt: “Are you asking me to marry you with a plastic ring?“

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Requested by: @starswirlblitz


Are you ridiculous? Yes. Are you shameless? Hell yes. Do you care anymore? Fuck no.

You’re patiently waiting for Dr. Jensen Ackles, your son’s pediatrician, to come strolling into the exam room. The man is too damn handsome for his own good.

Your son Max has had an earache for a couple of days now, you wouldn’t know it by looking at him though. If you were being honest, he doesn’t really need to be checked out by a doctor.

There’s a pretty good chance his earache will clear up within a day or two. You’re definitely lying to yourself, for an excuse to see Jensen. It’s pretty pathetic but you’ve made your peace with it.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I really like your blog! And I request if that's okay! Can you write the reactions that the RFA would have when they see that MC doesn't have a limbs. And mc never told them because "you guys never asked". Thank you!!

I’m not too sure what you mean by “doesn’t have a limbs” (any limbs? a limb?) so I’m just going to go with amputee MC who’s missing an arm ^^; Note: MC’s prosthetic is smth like Kaitlyn Dobrow’s if you’re wondering. Her channel is rad as heck so check iT OUT

Yoosung

The moment he set eyes on you, he tears up and you’re like “??!!??”

“I didn’t know… But it’s okay!!! I think you’re still really pretty. And your arm looks cool…” A sniffle, then: “Did you not tell us because… you felt self-conscious…?” 

In truth, he usually feels pretty damn insecure about himself after hanging around wealthy, talented and attractive people all day. His insecurities suddenly looks super small compared to what you must have to deal with, though. So he prepares this entire speech inside his head and you’re like:

“Oh it just didn’t occur to me to tell you guys. You never asked haha.” And goes on smiling, radiating confidence and beauty and grace and boi he’s smi t t en. He goes on crying, the speech turning into some babble about his fears and how he admires your ability to go through life being chill af. You hug him lots tbh pls hug him lots he trie s  hi s  b est

Jaehee

She doesn’t comment on it at first, trying to Play It Cool. But you can tell she has questions and often acts awkwardly because she isn’t sure how to approach it. So you casually bring it up in a joking manner.

“Can you open the jam jar for me? Metal hands sucks at lids.” 

She rushes over immediately and the moment the jar lid pops open, the questions comes flowing. “Does it hurt? What happened? If you don’t mind me asking!! You don’t have to reply, of course… Is it alright if I hug you like this? How about like this? Does it get in the way when I do this?” Jaehee pls how are you gonna reply if she doesn’t stop talki n g

She listens to your answers with no judgement, only curiosity. Her eyes lights up with love and adoration with every passing moment as she grows to understand you more. There’s still some sadness in her though, wishing that she could do more for you even after you reassures her that you are mostly content with how things are. 

ZEN

He smiles naturally when he greets you and treats you like a princess. Sweet words and pet names flow like honey from his lips and you soak it all up. For the first time, you feel truly precious, though you do wonder if he’s only so calm because he’s an actor.

The first comment he makes on your arm is: “Can I sign my name on it?”

It’s followed by a bit of flustered rambling. “Y’know, like, with a sharpie? When I had a cast on my leg a lot of people wanted to sign it— of course, I’m not saying that it’s the same thing I just… Is this a dumb question?” You manage to assure him that he’s fine, and laughed. A lot. Poor boy doesn’t know what to do with himself. You ask him why he doesn’t seem surprised with your arm even though you forgot to tell everyone and he blushed.

“It’s not that… I am surprised. And I want to ask you a lot of questions but I don’t want it to get in the way of our first meeting, you know? I wanted this to be perfect.” 

Jumin

He does know quite a lot about disabilities, given that his best friend is currently blind and he has had experience with customers/clients/employees who are disabled before. So there isn’t any awkwardness when you two meet, and you soon realise that his protectiveness has nothing to do with your missing arm.

“Jumin, It’s fine. I’m safe. I’ll call you as soon as I get home, alright?” It’s only then that he glances at your prosthetic.

“Alright. However, I do wish you’d wear the dress for the party. You’d look stunning in it. And…” He pulls out a box, opens it and presents it to you. In it is an arm that ooks like it has been meticulously designed by a team of artists, not a hospital. A piece of royalty— emerald green highlighted by gold, carved into the shape of a shoulder guard that looks like it should belong to a medieval armour. And, you’d later find, it fits you perfectly.

“I contacted your doctor for guidance.” He says with a light shrug, cheeks dusted a light pink. He luvs u lots

707/Saeyoung

O boi he does n o t get a nice reveal.

You have been using one of your more realistic prosthetics so he never noticed from the cameras. And he mostly stays out of your medical documents out of respect for your privacy, only paying attention to your criminal records and schooling when doing your background check. His reveal comes midway through your scuffle with Unknown— a sharp yank and a faulty clasp results in your arm literally ripping off your body.

You’ve never seen someone so shocked and genuinely horrified before.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He jumps straight to the point after the danger has passed and you could see leftover panic shaking his entire frame. Your reason dies in your throat— you’ve honestly just forgotten and scared him half to death because of it. Tears started to fall from under his glasses, thoughts racing faster than his heartbeat of what he could’ve and should’ve done, but never did to ensure your safety. “Do you know how much danger you were in? If he had known before I did, he could have taken advantage of that. He c-could have taken you.

“I—… I’m so sorry.” o no ur crying too :c

He halts in his pacing, stuttering breaths calming down as he looks at you. No, the only one to blame is him and his incompetence. “I’m sorry I—” He wilts. “I shouldn’t have yelled. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

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word count: 8.9k (seriously, what a mouthful)

genre: smut & fluff

reader/kihyun

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Your best friend & roommate Changkyun just wanted to help get you laid. Instead you found solace in a pink haired man named Kihyun who had a smart mouth with sharp words you weren’t afraid to let cut you.

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Unwanted Attention

Hi guys! This has been in my drafts for ages and I completely forgot about it until yesterday! Hope you enjoy. :)

Plot: Harry has this one friend who loves hitting on Y/N.

Warnings: Curse words and handsy moments while dancing. Nothing smutty and nothing violent though. 

There was something off about Jordan. His icy blue eyes followed my movements like a hawk observing his prey and when he noticed me staring back at him he flashed me one of his sleazy grins. He was a handsome guy, there was no denying that, but from the moment he’d been introduced to me I could sense that he simply wasn’t one to take a hint. It wasn’t even about me being too pretty and him just finding me irresistible, not by any means. It was that Jordan couldn’t bear a girl not wanting him. His brain simply couldn’t comprehend how I hadn’t fallen to his feet yet. I shuddered under his sharp eyes and shrunk further into the warmth of Harry’s side. Harry didn’t look at me but responded by resting his arm around my shoulders and leaning his head against mine momentarily while chuckling along to one of Nick’s jokes, giving me comfort without having even noticed that I needed it. My eyes found Jordan’s once more and my heart dropped when he was still grinning, wider this time and with his brows raised. Almost as if he was trying to say that he accepted the challenge. 

Harry laughed loudly, squeezing me to him and I straightened my posture staring back at Jordan confidently. My hand rested on Harry’s chest, the other arm wrapped around his back and my temple leaned against his arm. I was saying something back clearly. The only reason I was here was Harry and Jordan could fuck off.

….

It was a friday night what naturally meant that Harry wanted to go out. From the moment I opened the door for him to enter my apartment he’d been talking about nothing else other than this bar which had only just opened in East London. Thanks to his ever charming soul he’d become friends with the owner and owned one of the few invitations to the opening party tonight.

“You’ve got to come with me,” Harry insisted, “Nick and Jordan are coming, too.”

“Sounds like a guy’s night out then,” I murmured, trying to decline his proposal as nicely as I could, “I don’t think I should intervene, Harry.”

“As if you’d intervene,” Harry said quickly, rolling his eyes as if I was being completely absurd, “You couldn’t possibly. C'mon, love, you’ve got to!”

Honestly, a night out with Harry sounded perfect. I loved seeing him dance, hearing him sing and laughing along to all of the silly puns tipsy Harry could come up with. We had spent many fun nights out together, starting with him helping me choose a dress and me painting his nails and ending with the both of us dropping on either his or my bed, too drunk to care about sleeping in our cloths and in each other’s arms.
Harry was the best company and every moment I got to spend with him was one I treasured. I didn’t like having to avoid Harry in order to avoid Jordan, but he’d already invited him and no matter my feelings for Harry, his friend truly was the last person I wanted to spend my night with. But at the same time… ugh.
I groaned and let my head fall back onto the couch, turning to look at Harry who was sprawled out next to me. He wore a hopeful look, his sparkling eyes wide and his lips set in a pout.

“Please,” he whined, “Nick’s been bugging me by calling you ‘Harry’s best friend who never turns up’ and he’s kinda right with it.”

“Oh shut up,” I laughed.

He rolled onto his side and began pulling at my arm, making me lay down as well so we were both facing each other. I hummed when his hand found mine so he could move his thumb over my palm in a soothing motion and I smiled at him lovingly, enjoying to just be able to appreciate him without him noticing, his gaze set on my fingers. His forehead was furrowed and his lips still in a pout, his expression resembling the one of a little boy who failed to understand something.

“We don’t even have to stay long,” Harry mumbled, focus still on my hand, “let’s just go, please.”

“Ugh,” I groaned and let my head drop against his shoulder in defeat, “fine.”

“Yehi!” Harry cheered, surprising me by jumping up with a sudden energy bolt and he threw himself onto my body, not caring one bit that his weight was crushing me.

His lips met the skin of my cheek in a loud kiss and I grimaced, batting his face away while laughing.

“It’s going to be great, you’ll see,” Harry promised, his cheeks stretched in a wide and confident grin.

I smiled and chuckled at how happy and cheery Harry was all of a sudden, but at the same time I couldn’t help a tiny pang of guilt in my tummy. He was thrilled to be going out and looked forward to spending the night with his friends and all I could think about was how this meant I would practically be exposed for Jordan to ogle me all night, silently undressing me with his eyes.
I watched Harry laugh as he went on with a story Jeff had told him and I wrapped my arms around his chest, cuddling into his side and I made a point of humming whenever it fit, letting him know that I was listening. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be all bad, I thought as I noticed the crinkles around his eyes and breathed in his familiar smell. After all, I wouldn’t be alone.

….

The alcoholic liquid left a heavy taste on my tongue and wrapped my head in a cloudy daze making me dizzy momentarily. My throat burned and I mentally cursed Harry for making me engage in his stupid drinking games. Still, I set the empty glass down only seconds after Harry smashed his own onto the countertop, scoring in second. Harry cheered and let his dimples show when he grinned widely and he held out his hand to high five me just when Jordan and Nick finished their shots too.

“I’d say we all know who’s the winner,” Harry announced proudly with a drop of tequila running down his chin and Nick rolled his eyes.

The bar was as crowded as I had expected it to be on a friday night, causing people to stumble into me whenever someone tried to reach the bar. The music was loud and everyone around us was dancing and laughing, enjoying the relaxed atmosphere of the building. So far Harry had been right, at least up until a few minutes ago. We’d been drinking good drinks and my tummy ached from laughing so hard at his stupid jokes, so it was hard to deny I was having fun. The best thing was that Jordan hung out with a group of girls for most of the night so far, only joining us minutes ago when he was done bathing in the girl’s attention. I’d lowered my gaze under Jordan’s watchful eyes and had hoped he’d just leave again.
Harry had stayed oblivious to me scooting a little closer to him and so had Nick. Only Jordan had noticed and his eyes had narrowed, never letting me out of sight.

“Such a show off, Styles,” Nick laughed and playfully pushed Harry by his shoulder, “Your victory was a close call between you and your bestie over there so don’t get too cocky.”

“I’m aware,” Harry laughed and send me a proud smile.

I giggled and shrugged, fist-pumping Harry.
He looked incredibly handsome, especially with the newly gained growth of his hair, the stubborn curls already fighting their way back. I knew he missed the length of his hair, but I secretly loved the short strands crowning his head. They were less likely to shield his pretty face from my view. Though I admired him for his effortless attractiveness, it bugged me how he could pull off anything and looked good even with his typical jeans and dad-shirt look. Everything suited him, which was surely caused by his confidence.

“But that’s on me, too,” Harry continued proudly, pushing our used shot glasses together so he could pick them all up in both of his massively big hands, “Who do you think taught her?”

Nick raised both arms with a laugh and looked at me for confirmation. A giggle fell from my mouth at the memory of Harry spending the night at my place many months ago, the counter of my kitchen littered with shot glasses and different spirit bottles as he lectured me on how it was my tongue’s fault that I couldn’t do it right. He’d even argued that the muscle in my mouth must have been to big and that I’d need to move it to the side more. The result of me trying had been a stained shirt and wet chest and of course a laughing Harry, but at least I was good at it now.

“S'true,” I agreed, “You won’t admit it but your instructions only worked 'cause I’m a talented student.”

Harry laughed. “Oh, so my teaching skills are shit, then? S'that what you’re trying to tell me?”

I was about to reply when Jordan’s rough voice interrupted us in a snarl, “Jesus Christ we get it. You guys are fucking each other just stop bullshitting us.”

He rolled his eyes, no humor in his expression and he seemed as if he was completely done with Harry and me. I shook my head and wanted to bite something back, but reconsidered and stayed silent. Harry had been so excited to spend time with his friends, I didn’t want to ruin it by starting a fight.

“Oh, piss off, Jordan,” Harry scoffed with a laugh.

“Oi,” Nick called, raising his brows at me with a teasing grin on his face, “What did I miss?”

He looked at me expectantly as if I was about to tell him the greatest story he’d ever heard. I gave him a playful push back.

“You guys,” I began, “are assholes.”

Harry chuckled, shaking his head, “I’ll get us another round.”

He nodded to the other end of the bar where all of the bartenders were gathered and turned to walk towards it, taking the glasses with him. How the hell could he fit them all in both of his hands? Thinking the same, Nick was quick to offer help and so he was gone and after Harry before I could beg him to stay.
Well… fuck. I was left in the exact situation I’d hoped I wouldn’t be in, one I’d dreaded so much it had made me want to avoid coming here in the first place. Already I could feel Jordan’s creepy vibe on me almost like a haze covering my body and my skin prickled. Silently I climbed to sit on Harry’s barstool, hoping to get away with distracting myself by my phone and to avoid any conversation with the unpleasant guy until my friends returned.

Jordan seemed to have other plans.

“You’re ignoring me now?” Jordan laughed mockingly, “Really? That’s ridiculous of you, doll.”

I tensed at the nickname and bit the inside of my cheek, then I turned off my phone and met Jordan’s eyes. You’re a prick, my head screamed at him and my hands clenched in need to smack his stupid grin off his face.

“How about we just wait in silent for Nick and Harry to come back?” I asked, my voice surprising me with a lot more confidence than I’d anticipated.

Jordan laughed once more, throwing his head back. “Well, I’m a rather vocal guy. You’d know if you’d quit playing hard to get and just give in to me.”

I visibly cringed and jerked back from the guy when he scooted closer, leaning into me so there were only few centimeters separating us. He picked up the abandoned beer bottle he’d been sipping on throughout the night and took two more gulps, allowing his eyes to stay fixated on me. Again he resembled so much a hawk who had found his prey of choice and was not going to stop before he got it.

“So,” He began, voice now sweet like honey, “You’re hooking up with him now, huh?”

I but my lip at the mention of Harry and shrugged his words off with a muttered “no”, raising my head to search for Nick and Harry in the crowd, hoping to see them on their way back. Unfortunately they hadn’t even reached the bartenders yet and when I looked back at Jordan, I could tell we were thinking the same thing. I’d be alone for a while with no one coming to save me.

“Looks like they’re going to be gone for quite a bit,” Jordan commented and he grinned at me, exposing his perfectly white teeth, “would be a shame if we just sat here moping, wouldn’t it?”

“I’m good,” I replied calmly, hoping he would let it go which of course he didn’t.

Jordan stepped closer, titled his head to the side and looked at me closely, similar to how a costumer checks the meat at the butcher’s when selecting what to have. My breath hitched when his fingers rested on my knee and he chuckled, moving them in a scratching motion and squeezing every now and again, making sure he prevented me from moving away. His tongue slipped out, wetting his lips and I pushed his hand away forcefully, only for him to grasp my wrist.

“C'mon,” he announced, pulling me from the stool and to my feet in a swift yank, “If Harry can teach you how to drink with a man, I’ll show you how to dance with one.”

Waiting for an answer or my consent seemed to be a waste of time to him and before I could react he’d pulled me off my stool and away from the bar. Soon we were surrounded by sweating and moving bodies, the music over here so loud I could feel the beat drum through my body. Jordan pulled me further and deeper into the crowd of humping people until he seemed satisfied with our location, far away from the counter to which Harry would return to soon. Jordan came to a swift halt and turned around to face me, releasing my wrist but encircling my waist so quickly I couldn’t move away. His arms tightened and he hummed, pulling me into his body so my chest was pressed against his. My hands settled onto his waist and I tried to push him off with as much strength as I could muster, yet I failed. His skin was hot and sweaty beneath my fingertips and I shuddered upon feeling his breath at my throat when he leaned in. His head pressed against mine and his fingers squeezed my hips.

“Jordan,” I urged into his ear, “let me go.”

Panic started to crawl through every vein of my body until I went rigid and my skin was littered with goosebumps. My throat was dry and all my brain screamed at me to do was to get out of the situation, to run away and hide from this gross man. Only how? His hold on me was too forceful and tight I had no chance of fighting him off. The only people who could help me were Harry and Nick and they had no idea where I was and would surely not be able to spot me in the sea of people either.
Ignoring my request, Jordan grabbed my hips tighter, his hold almost bruising and I gasped in shock when he began to move his own hips forward in a rough thrust, allowing our crotches to meet. I squealed and flinched back immediately, only to be pulled forward and held against Jordan’s body.

“C'mon, babe,” he laughed and repeated the movement of his hips, “Bet you’d let Harry have a go, huh? Why not me? S'it 'cause I’m not as rich as him? Or famous? Trust me babe, I can show you a better time, you’ll see.”

My stomach sunk and I shook my head. Unwanted tears shot to my eyes and spilled over when he moved both arms so he could rest his hands on my back, pushing me against his own body and moving me so I was forced to dance with him. He treated me like I was a doll and that sickened me more than anything.

“Let go,” I demanded, my voice now nothing more than a weak whimper, “You’re hurting me.”

To my great luck one of the girls dancing around us slipped in that moment and tumbled into Jordan, catching him off guard and knocking him right off of me. His arms loosened and I took my chance to push them away before fighting my way through the mass of people and away from him as fast as I my feet could carry me. I didn’t care how ridiculous I must have looked and didn’t stop until my eyes landed on the familiar and comforting sight of Harry and Nick standing at the bar where they’d expected me to wait for them. Neither of them saw me coming and when Harry looked up I had already thrown myself at him, embracing his shoulders tightly.

“Wow,” Harry laughed and Nick chuckled, but I didn’t react and only pushed my face closer into Harry’s warm neck in an attempt at shutting everything around me out.  

My body was still trembling and I swallowed repeatedly to keep stop crying. Only now did it truly sink in how forceful Jordan’s hands had been as I felt his hold on my skin as if it was still there. The skin tingled and burned. Surprised by my sudden neediness Harry wrapped his arms around me loosely and leaned his head against mine, allowing his nose to run along my cheek. With him it didn’t feel threatening or harsh, quite the opposite. With simple touches and without intending it, Harry calmed my distraught emotions.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked with a gentle hum, amusement clear in his tone.

I just shook my head and loosened my hold on him reluctantly, only enough to not be strangling him. Harry pulled me into his side and held me there, smiling down at me with warmth in his green orbs.

“Where were you anyway?” Nick chuckled in, “We go get drinks for you guys and you reward us by disappearing.”

“There she is!”

Jordan’s voice roared from my right and I whimpered quietly, scooting further into Harry’s arms and away from Jordan. My head turned into his direction and I caught him staring at me with piercing eyes.

“Back with your lover,” he spoke in a chuckle, shaking his head, “fucking perfect.”

My face burned and I clenched my hands into fists. “Go fuck yourself, Jordan.”

Nick’s eyes widened at my sudden outburst and raised voice and he stepped closer. I could feel Harry’s fingers curl against my bare back, yet he didn’t loosen his hold. Instead he turned his body so he was facing Jordan as well and when I looked up his jaw was set and his eyes narrow, yet not at me but at Jordan.

“You guys what is going on?” Nick demanded to know.

Jordan faced Harry’s hard stare. “Have fun with her, I’m done.”

“Excuse me?” Harry demanded perplexed, though I could hear a hint of anger and his body froze.

I let my hand drop and rest against Harry’s chest, earning his attention and shaking my head at him. “Leave it.”

Jordan sighed exasperatedly and rolled his eyes once more. “I need a drink. Let me know when you’re done gawking at each other.”

He stormed off before either of us had a chance to reply. Nick turned to me and Harry let go of his hold so he could look at me as well. Their expression said the same. What on earth had just happened?

“Bloody hell,” Nick blurted, “What was that all about?”

My cheeks still burned and I closed my eyes, brushing against the heated skin of my face as I tried to collect my thoughts and form a proper sentence, one that wouldn’t send Harry off and after Jordan.

“We danced,” I began timidly.

“Yeah, we figured that much,” Nick nodded, “And? What set him off? Your lack of sense for rhythm?”

“Nick,” Harry barked and the smile faded on Nick’s face, slowly realizing the seriousness of the situation.

“Well,” I cleared my throat, “I didn’t exactly want to dance. He sort of made me and I got really uncomfortable after he wouldn’t let go and once he did I came back here. That must have pissed him off.”

“He made you dance?” Harry inquired, his eyes hardened and he held his breath, “How?”

I looked at him hesitantly and bit my lip. There was no easy or harmless way of saying this so I stayed silent all together. Honestly, I felt bad. Though Jordan hadn’t been part of Harry’s friendship group for long, I knew he liked him and me having a problem with Jordan would complicate things.
Harry’s tongue slipped out, wetting his lips. Suddenly his attention fell down to where his hand had subconsciously taken ahold of my wrist. Something in his expression changed and my chest felt tight. Harry’s worried gaze met mine momentarily, then he raised my arm up so he could get a closer look of my skin. One glance sufficed.

Harry’s fingers interlocked with mine and he gave them a gentle squeeze, his eyes full of sudden sadness and set on my face, silently communicating that he was sorry. My eyes watered and I bit the inside of my cheek, my own fingers squeezing his hand reassuringly. It wasn’t Harry’s fault.

“I’m going to kill him,” Harry promised me, voice stern and his eyes wide, “I promise.”

“Wha-” Nick began but Harry interrupted him.

“Her wrist is red, Nick! That’ll bruise for sure! Where else did he touch you, Y/N? Does it hurt?”

“Maybe my hip,” I replied hesitantly, tightening my grip on his hand.

A small noise left Harry’s mouth and he responded by wrapping me into a hug.

“I’m so sorry,” he repeated quietly into my ear, his breath tickling my neck.

“And that was Jordan?” Nick asked form behind me, “I never knew he was such a prick.”

“I did,” I muttered into Harry’s chest, my words quiet but he heard.

Harry’s hands set on my ribs and he slowly pushed me off, careful to be tender. When my eyes met his I shuddered. He looked incredibly angry.

“Are you saying he’s done that before?” Harry growled.

“No,” I replied quickly, “But… he’d stare. Longer than he needed to and especially when I’m with you he wouldn’t stop. And whenever you guys would leave he’d make stupid innuendos.”

Harry shook his head, sighing and closing his eyes momentarily. “I should have noticed.”

A frown took over his face and he pouted, adapting his child-like look and I couldn’t fight the smile from crawling onto my face. I reached out one hand and squeezed his arm.

“Don’t be silly, Harry.”

Nick watched us observantly and nodded. “He’s right though. We should have payed more attention. And I was the one who brought him around for the first time, too. I’m sorry.”

“Wait 'till I get my fingers on him,” Harry promised, his eyes fierce as they locked with mine, “He has no right to so much as think of you in that way, let alone touch you. I won’t have it.”

His head shot up and his eyes searched for Jordan’s face. I shook my head and stepped closer to him, raising both hands to his cheeks so I could guide his head and force him to look at me.

“Harry, leave it, okay?” I spoke sternly, “Please. I’m fine, I swear.”

“Fine?” Harry barked, “Your skin is red! Because of him! Y/N if you think I will just stand by while some dick mistreats you then you’re wrong. I will-”

“No, you won’t,” I interrupted, “It doesn’t matter anymore. He’s gone. And in the future you’ll know not to leave me alone with him.”

“As if I’d let him near you again.” Harry rolled his eyes and shot Nick a warning look when he began to quietly laugh behind us.

“Jesus, Harry. Don’t go all caveman on us.”

I turned to look back at Nick and smiled at his big grinned expression. My hands moved down Harry’s arms and I let one of them linger and grasp Harry’s fingers. Nick noticed my action and his face lighted up.

“Let me deal with Jordan,” he proposed, looking at Harry, “And you take your girl home, yeah?”

Harry shifted his weight from foot to foot and raised a brow at his friend, then he sighed and let this thumb caress my wrist.

“You tell him to never come around us again,” Harry commanded sternly, but something in his tone had changed and I could sense that he was calmer now, “Or else I’ll fucking ruin him.”

“Want me to quote you on that?” Nick laughed but nodded, then he leaned in to kiss my cheek softly before making his way into the direction Jordan had taken earlier.

Harry looked after him with almost an envious expression and I clenched my fingers around him, trying to get his attention back.

“Please,” I quietly begged, “Just take me home.”

My eyes pleaded with his and Harry bit harshly into his pink bottom lip. He sighed and frowned at me, saying: “Are you sure that you don’t want me to go after him?”

“Yes,” I answered without a pause for a thought, “Please.”

“Alright.”

….

Harry’s hand felt good in my own, this I had to admit. He was warm, soft and knew without me having to say when I needed him to hold on tighter.
We’d slipped out of the club without saying goodbye to any of the people who’d recognized Harry and had hurried to catch a cab on the busy Londoner street, which lucky for us wasn’t difficult. On the backseat was where I’d allowed myself to drop any of the boundaries I normally lived by when I was in public with Harry and instead had crawled into him without hesitating first. And he’d welcomed it. Harry’s hands had settled onto my hips and he’d leaned in to cuddle his head into my neck while I’d led my face bury itself in his chest to breathe him in.

“I’m sorry,” Harry had whispered, “You’re the most important person to me. I should have sensed that something was wrong.”

I’d shaken my head against him. “I should have said something.”

Shortly after our messy car ride we were stood in front of my home, still holding on to each other’s fingers and without any sign of letting the other go. Harry’s head was held low and I noticed how he turned my hand around so he could look at it closely. A huff fell from his lips and I shook my head.

“Don’t freak out again, please?” I asked quietly, “It’ll be okay.”

I wasn’t as shaken up about the incident anymore, Harry’s comforting nature having its usual calming effect on me. There was no denying that I had been in danger tonight with Jordan’s endless game having reached its peak but it was over now and given Harry’s reaction to his friend’s lack of manners I was sure Jordan wouldn’t be a problem any longer. Maybe I should have gone to find the girl who’d saved me by stumbling just in time.
The feeling of Harry’s mouth meeting my cheek in a tender kiss brought me back to the present and I smiled widely, humming when he let his cheek rest against my own. His eyes were squeezed shut and his hands found my waist, pulling me into his body. I breathed in his familiar scent and relaxed against him, loving to finally have him to myself.

“We should tell them,” Harry began quietly.

“Do you really think that would have stopped Jordan?” I asked with raised brows, moving back so I could look at him properly, “He’s been suspecting that there was something going on between us for ages now anyway.”

My hands took hold of his shirt’s collar and I allowed my fingers to scratch his neck.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Fucking hell. The way he kept running his mouth tonight I already thought Nick was actually going to believe him. Wanted to punch him even before you told me about what he did.”

“Don’t you think he’d rub it into our faces even more if he knew he was right all along?”

“Hm,” Harry shrugged, leaning his body into mine, making me giggle, “So you think we should just continue to hide our relationship?”

His palm cradled my face and he leaned in to connect our lips in a quick and tender kiss catching me off guard in the best way possible. He didn’t allow his mouth to linger but pulled back and looked at me with pleading eyes.

“I want them to know, Y/N,” Harry begged quietly, “Hate worrying 'bout some bloke trying something the moment I turn around 'cause he thinks you’re still single.”

I shrugged in his hold and gently scratched his chin, “I’m all for telling our friends, my love.”

My lips met the corner of his lips and I smiled softly. “But don’t feel like you have to. It’s really only been Jordan who’d behaved like a dick to me. All your other friends are fine.”

“Well, good to know,” Harry chuckled, pressing a kiss to my jaw, “Seriously though I want people to be aware of you and me dating. Maybe not the media, but at least our friends.

"They’ll never shut their mouths about it,” I predicted, wrapping both arms around Harry’s neck.

He shook his head and let his arms sneak around me and I laughed softly when he began to sway us slowly. He was so beautiful, I thought. How could Jordan ever think he’d stand a chance compared to the amazing and wonderful man in my arms?
Harry kissed my shoulder, chuckling when I squealed under the tickling feeling of his hair against my skin.

“We’re just two friends,” he began quietly, “who fell in love with each other.”

I nodded and sighed. “They’ll understand.”

Hope you enjoyed it! 

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Dex/Nursey | 1k | T+ 

Nursey had never found Dex attractive.

Sure he was an okay looking dude, but he really wasn’t what Nursey went for.

Dex was all gangly muscles, freckle covered skin and too big ears. A scowl that could freeze over hell and an air about him that was too rough and aggressive.

Nursey went for soft smiles, lean lines and eyes that you could melt into. Nursey had never seen Dex’s eyes when they weren’t clouded over.

And then one day after practise Dex grins, bright and happy in Nursey’s direction and it’s all over for Nursey.

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Unexpected Pt.01

Ahh, ok I’m sorry it’s been so long since I’ve posted anything! I’m not really sure what this even is? It’s just pure smut lol Let me know what you think of it here.

Masterlist

Warnings/Genre: Smut, Threesome

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader, Jimin x Reader, Taehyung x Jimin ?

Word count: 3576

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You made your way through the crowd heading back to the bar. Your skin was now glistening from dancing.You definitely needed a break from the dance floor. You ordered yourself a drink, then looked back at your friends. They were still on the dance floor grinding against god knows who crotch. This is definitely what you needed a girls night out.

You had been in a slump needless to say. Your boyfriend that you swore you would marry, ending up breaking up with you. The two of you were in two different relationships is what it felt like. And eventually you saw it coming, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt any less.

That was almost 8 months ago, and you had yet to go out on one date. That didn’t mean your friends didn’t try setting you up every chance they got. Because they did, even your co-workers tried too. You turned down every one of their offers. If you weren’t ready you weren’t ready.

At this point though you were ready to meet someone. Not necessarily date, but you were definitely ready for a hookup. It had been way too long since someone actually touched you in that way. Probably a year actually. Being that towards the end of your relationship with your ex you both grew distant. Which meant you weren’t having any sex.

Therefore you were extremely horny, and in desperate need to have sex. A shameless one nightstand is what you needed. That’s why you had agreed to let your friends take you out tonight in the first place. So far though you weren’t having any luck. You were though having a great time with your friends, but no one had seemed to catch your eye.

You sat there for a moment giggling to yourself at how your friends were dancing. When you noticed him. You hadn’t seen all night. You’re not sure even how you missed him, he was so handsome. He was tall with tanned skin, that seemed to glow when the strobe lights hit him. You couldn’t help, but stare. He was dancing in between two girls and a guy. The guy was probably his friend or something.

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late night studies.

1,912 words | fluff; warnings: language.
roommates au + lee jooheon

a/n: this idea came to me when i was thinking of an old drabble i wrote for haikyuu!! heh, i hope this was ok!

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There’s only one rule to life: Never piss Yoo Kihyun off.

Let’s repeat that once more. Never piss Yoo Kihyun, the pink-haired bastard -ahem- hamster off. Especially if you want to get one measly thing like the desired roommate.

Rule #2: Always make sure there’s water in the ramen before you ever shove into the microwave.

Because somehow, unbeknownst to you, Jooheon managed to do both things though the former still remains to be the biggest mystery. You try not to ask why, not that it bothers you as much as you figured it would’ve in the first place. It’s been working out, living with him though he has his moments where you’re not sure what to say or even do. Not out of genuine, heart-clenching fear, but the kind of heart-clenching fear that leaves you in not only wonder but restlessness.

Lee Jooheon’s quite attractive, you’ll admit. He looks pretty terrifying when he has a set jaw and an unreadable expression washed over his features, but the majority of the time you’ve seen him donning a shower cap (he made you promise to say nothing of it), a smile curved on his lips, and dammit, his proximity a lot closer than you ever anticipate. You actually kind of miss the time when he avoided you for a day and a half straight after catching him with a loofah and a very familiar tune to “What Makes You Beautiful” playing in the background though (again) you’re sworn to secrecy that this event never makes it out of the apartment ever. Regardless, it’s all too undeniable that you enjoy your time with your newfound roommate, even find yourself awaiting a new day, wondering what sight you’ll see then.

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anonymous asked:

In your point of view, what made Bellamy fall in love with Clarke Griffin?

The short and obvious answer here is “who she is,” but I highly doubt you came here for that, nonny, so let’s go through this shit moment by moment.  (And this is less “what made him fall in love” and more “the evolution of Bellamy’s feelings for Clarke from his standpoint” because that’s something I can unpack for days, and also it is easier to talk about because “what makes someone love someone else” is a very ephemeral thing and hard to parse).

1) Mercy-killing Atom.  I don’t think he fell in love with her then, but Clarke’s willingness to do what he couldn’t– even though he knew it was necessary– completely upended Bellamy’s preconceptions of Clarke Griffin: Privileged Princess.  That had to happen for him to fall in love with her, and the look on his face (awe, sadness, confusion) is fucking epic.

2) The shooting lesson in Day Trip.  That’s the moment where you see Bellamy be like “oh shit she’s pretty oh shit oh shit oh shit.”  It’s really him being aware of being attracted to her, even if he doesn’t really follow through on it.  Not love yet though, I don’t think.  But Feelings + Attraction.

3) The moment under the tree in Day Trip, obviously.  Bellamy getting forgiveness he doesn’t think he deserves and Clarke being there for him at his lowest– that’s a pretty fucking key moment in their relationship, because Bellamy is used to being the one giving emotional support.  Receiving it from someone else, especially someone he values as much as Clarke, was clearly a game changer for him.

4) Literally every time Clarke checks in with him in season one on leadership decisions.  She’s showing her trust in him and his decisions and for Bellamy that is a sign of enormous respect.  He repays her in kind by trying to shield her from any negative fallout, like when he tells her she doesn’t have to be there for Lincoln’s torture.  She shows him she values him so he shows her how much he values her.  God, these two.

5) The Hug in 205.  Up until that point, I don’t think Bellamy had really thought about what Clarke meant to him.  It was just instinctive– I need her and therefore I will protect her/do my best to find her/do my best to lead our people the way she did.  He had a few moments of “oh god she’s pretty” in Day Trip and Unity Day, but I think it took Clarke tearing across the camp and jumping into his arms for him to be like oh yes you are my Person.  Mostly because I don’t think he realized that her feelings for him were just as strong until that moment, and he’s very much a Conceal Don’t Feel person.

6) I can’t lose you too.  It’s a reprise of the Hug, but this time it’s verbal and it’s Clarke saying I just lost someone I love and I am putting you on that level.  It’s an explicit acknowledgment of how important he is to Clarke and he can’t even look her in the eye afterwards.

7) I was being weak.  This is a step back for Bellamy, because I think this is the moment he put his Clarke Feelings on hold.  He’d been tentatively getting used to acknowledging that he cared about her a lot more than he cared about any one else, and while I don’t think he was planning on saying anything about it (especially not after Finn) I think he was mentally preparing himself to be in the “I am in love with Clarke and she loves me but not like that” feelings area.  But then Clarke basically says “no, actually your life is totally expendable to me” and so he’s like BACK INTO THE BOX THESE FEELINGS GO NEVER TO BE SPOKEN OF AGAIN.

8) Of course, those feelings are like, constantly lurking under the surface and breaking through for the rest of season two, like when he smiles at the sound of her voice or decides to help her commit mass murder to save their people or tries desperately to convince her not to leave him alone.  But he’s officially Not Talking About It.

9) The moment when Bellamy decides to infiltrate an enemy army because he cannot stand the thought of Clarke being in danger not one more second.  I think seeing her tied up was the moment his heart went “yeah remember how you were Not Dealing With These Feelings?  They’re baaaaaaack.”  He just completely gives in to how much he loves her and touches her face with wonder and then when he loses her again he just snaps.  

10) The fight in Arkadia when Clarke comes back after the massacre.  I think this is the moment where he’s just completely given up, both in terms of fighting his feelings and in terms of thinking they could ever be reciprocated.  Which is not to say that he’s upset with her for not reciprocating them– he’s mad about a whole lot of other things but definitely not that– but just that he’s dealing with about 400 different feelings at that point and all of them are negative.  He knows he loves Clarke and he knows he chose her over Gina and that resulted in Gina dying, and he “knows” that Clarke doesn’t feel anywhere near as strongly about him as he does about her (this is a misperception on his part, but an understandable one) and he knows he needs Clarke to center him and he “knows” she doesn’t (again: not true, but I get why he would think that).  He’s legitimately angry with Clarke for leaving him behind to deal with the fallout from Mount Weather alone, which is completely separate from his romantic feelings for her, but that compounds how awful everything is for him right then.  It’s a sad moment, but I think it was a very clarifying one for Bellamy.  He loves her and she left him and everything fucking hurts.

11) The Beach Hug.  This is another clarifying moment, because Bellamy realizes he can let go of his anger towards Clarke.  He’s never had the ability to choose to forgive someone, remember, because his whole world before about six months ago was his mom and his sister and no one else.  He always had to forgive the Blake women because he loved them and they were his family and that’s what family does, but Clarke presented a new challenge: someone he loves who hurt him, but whom he has the choice to forgive.  If he wants to never speak to Clarke again, well, it’ll be difficult, but he could do it.  He could nurse that grudge until the end of time if he wanted, but he decides he doesn’t.  He chooses to love her even though she hurt him, and I think this is when we shift back to 2B Bellamy: In Love, But Not Talking About That, and we stay with that Bellamy through the rest of the third season.

12) The List.  I think this the moment where he came closest (so far) to admitting to Clarke that he loves-with-a-capital-L her.  He’s so gentle with her even when refusing to let her win the argument, and it’s just so clear that he doesn’t see the point in living in a world without her.  But he didn’t say anything, and I suspect it is for two reasons: 1) out of respect for Clarke’s feelings (he knows she was in love with someone else who just died) and 2) because he doesn’t see the point in saying anything.  He thinks the world is ending, and if Clarke isn’t ready to hear I love you from him he’s not going to say it.  It’s enough for him that he knows it, at least for now.

Okay, so in summary: it’s hard to say exactly when Bellamy fell in love with Clarke, but I think it happened at some point in late season one and he officially started to realize it in mid-season two, shortly before Finn died.  He shoved those feelings back where they came from (or so help me) until early season three, but when he actually admitted those feelings to himself it was when he was in a very dark and bitter place.  I think he has finally made his peace with those feelings, and as of now (404) I think Bellamy would say “Yes, I love Clarke Griffin but I can go to my death without telling her so.”  

anonymous asked:

For Zutara: 'Oh god, I just had a one night stand with a supervillain’ 'Dear lord, I just fucked a superhero’ (to make the situation especially awkward; they just lost their viginities to each other)??? love your writing btw *flees*

AN: Omg I’m fangirling rn thank you so much ahhhhhh also IDK what you imagined but SUPERHERO and SUPERVILLAIN implies disguises sooo ur getting Painted Lady and Blue Spirit too


Katara had spent months, months, chasing the damned Blue Spirit through the city streets of Caldera as the Painted Lady. She spent months building a rivalry with the supervillain, with the bastard who tormented the streets and stole from those he deemed unworthy. She spent months fighting him, defeating and stopping him in day to day standoffs, never able to end his reign of terror for good. 

She spent so long trying to find out who he was behind the mask. Maybe if she could discover who the Blue Spirit truly was, she would be able to finally stop him forever. She always imagined scenarios of how she would find him. She’d imagine the thrill of putting the pieces together, of the moment where she finally knew she had her guy. 

She never imagined that when she found out his true identity, there would be nothing but a sense of dread and guilt. 

But that’s probably because Katara never imagined it’d be the guy who was just laying naked in bed next to her. 

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makeshift chemistry. (m)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut + College!Yoongi

Word Count: 6,740 

Description: Fleeting lust was all you’d ever known, nothing serious or long lasting, just a temporary fix to satisfy your needs. That is until you meet Min Yoongi who is determined to put an end to your binge of makeshift relationships.

Makeshift: to be temporary; sufficient for the time being

Originally posted by chan-lay

“What do you mean you don’t wanna see me anymore!?”

He was staring at you from across the table, a shocked look covering his face, like you’d just told him the world was going to end.

“It means I don’t want to see you anymore…” You say it as if it’s the most obvious thing ever, which leaves him baffled.

“How could you do this so suddenly like—”

You would let him finish, but honestly you knew where he was heading with this, and you just wanted to cut his dramatics short.

“Listen Minjae, we went out on one date, and hooked up right after, and if I’m being honest I never expected to see you again after that, but then out of nowhere you corner me while I was just trying to enjoy a simple cup of coffee before class, talking about how I haven’t answered your texts. This was just something to satisfy both of our needs, but I guess you wanted something more, and I’m sorry I didn’t know that.”

You stood up from your seat, watching his face morph into a look of pity. You grabbed your coffee, and stopped next to his chair, where you placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I promise one day you’ll find someone who appreciates your sweet loving making techniques a lot more than I did.”

You give him a gentle squeeze before walking away, as you left him to soak in the backhanded compliment you’d just given him. His soft and sweet approach to having sex just didn’t do it for you, and even if it had, it was still always just going to be temporary; because that’s what all your relationships ever were.

A simple lust-filled fix, that’s all you ever wanted. There didn’t have to be strings, or commitment involved, not to say that you were opposed to that sort of thing, it’s just that no one’s ever been able to keep your interest for very long. It always started out nice sure, but then after the second or third time of being with the person you’re kind of just… over it. You knew how awful that sounded, but it was just how you were when it came to relationships.

It was all just makeshift chemistry in your mind.

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Night Out

Okay so this goes with my The Seven Drinking post here


Percy was getting suspicious. The seven were out drinking and have been for the past three hours. Piper, Annabeth, and Leo were promptly drunk. Something bad was bound to happen sooner than later. They usually don’t hit the four hour mark without someone acting too much like a demigod. Aside from Piper’s charmspeak which become uncontrollable about two and a half hours ago. 

Percy was once again thankful that they had found this bar. The bartender was the owner of the bar and also a son of Hermes. They all felt a lot more comfortable knowing that one of them was behind the counter. Joey, the bartender, was older than them so he’s not fully up so speed on everything that has happened since Percy came to Camp when he was twelve. In a way he’s thankful for that too. A demigod that doesn’t know what he or the rest of them have done. He was though still at camp when Annabeth came. She was the only reason they found out he was a demigod at all. 

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Every couple of days I receive mail from anons asking me to further clarify on some points that I made in some of my previous posts, and for the most part, I have no problem going back to help you understand what I was trying to say.

But I realize that there is a threshold where no matter how hard I try to explain some topics, I will lose some of you along the way. The topic on formal/informal speech seems especially confusing to many of you and that’s fine, it’s perfectly understandable. But there isn’t much I can add to what I’ve already said, and if at this point you’re still lost then you’ll need to actually go out there and meet more Koreans and get first-hand experience on how relationships and the social hierarchy works. 

Which brings me to the next topic.

I also receive mail from anons who ask me why other Koreans act and think and behave in some way.

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Toxic masculinity and heteronormativity of sport is something that I feel really affected Oliver and Marcus

  • Both of them just assumed they were straight despite never having interest in girls
  • Oliver justified it to himself because he wanted to focus on his career but when girls asked him out he did go on dates with them. He was aware that girls liked him despite never returning the interest
  • For Marcus, he felt that is was impossible for him to be gay. He felt with the amount of masculinity he had it was something that wouldn’t happen to him. He knew girls didn’t like him and he’d never minded that because he didn’t like any of the girls at school
  • Marcus was the first to realise something was up when he noticed Oliver. That Oliver was pretty good looking. And that Oliver had really bulked up
  • But he ignores it. Because he doesn’t have feelings for the other boy. He’s a heterosexual. He’s athletic. He couldn’t be into blokes. 
  • That attraction turns into anger though. He takes it out on everyone around him. But secretly he’s really scared inside. Because he could be gay, not him
  • Oliver is still really unsure of himself. He’s been out with many girls and hasn’t been interest in any of them. He’s tried and has kissed a lot of them but he doesn’t feel anything
  • And when Marcus starts to act off around him he’s gets really curious
  • Because he and Marcus had always had a weird relationship. Their rivalry came from nothing but the Gryffindor-Slytherin dichotomy. Aside from that he’d never had a reason to dislike him
  • But it still felt weird when he Marcus started to avoid snide remarks and sneers towards him. And he was definitely purposely avoiding him
  • He also starts to notice something about Marcus. He notices he might have a certain attraction to him. He’s noticed Marcus’s subtle attractiveness
  • He’s confused and scared and tried to figure out how he could be like this. He’d always heard snide remarks about how the best way to prevent your son from being gay was to have him play sports. And he was one of the most athletic people at their school
  • Surely he just hadn’t found the right girl yet
  • But in the library he noticed Marcus across the room, his hair falling in his face as he was hunched over his homework
  • And he was still confused. Because he wasn’t a watcher. But he liked to watch Marcus
  • Marcus was still having trouble with his feelings. His avoidance turned into hostility towards Oliver
  • And Oliver one day had enough. He followed Marcus to the Quidditch pitch, stopping right outside the change rooms. And he confronted him, demanding to know what was Marcus’s problem with him was
  • And then Marcus snapped, grabbed Oliver’s robes, and Oliver assumes he was going to hit him but when he was pinned to the wall he felt Marcus’s lips on his
  • And he realised this was what he was looking for. This is why he felt nothing with girls
  • But it took them time to tell people. Because they knew it’d cause too many issues. In their personal lives, in their careers
  • When they do have their careers and are making names for themselves their love lives are frequently questioned. They dodged the questions, whether it was from gossip columns or their friends and families
  • It was difficult and it took them years to actually tell people. Since they were on opposing teams the gossip columns had a field day while their friends and families were surprised but supportive
  • But it took far too many years for them to be comfortable with telling people or even with themselves
Player!Yoongi

Before I start this, I just wanna say a huge huge thank you for 4,200 followers!!! That’s so crazy to think about, I can’t even begin to wrap my head around it but thank you all so much for all the support and love, it means a lot to me!! Onto the post, it is time for the first half of the Daegu line, another member of the hyung line, my highkey spirit animal whose English is so fucking adorable like it’s a bit more rare to hear him speak it but when he does, it’s so cute, his accent is 10/10 I love accents so much and he always tries his best and I love him for that, Min Yoongi aka Suga aka Agust D

  • This post is written in the college AU, it just helps set the scene a bit but there are two versions of college!yoon, photographer!Yoongi (here) and music major!Yoongi that was featured in a scenario I did ages ago (here)
  • Visuals are up first bc I love me some visuals 
  • There are so many looks to choose from oh my lord, it’s so hard to choose for him bc he looks so good in all of them but I gotta go with Run era!Yoon
  • The outfits, the hair, the entire overall vibe was just so nice, the performances were great, the song is iconic, Run was just a really really good era for everyone involved
  • Player!Yoongi also does the black hair of course bc yoon with black hair is just so amazing, he looks breathtaking with the black hair, he does the pink hair, he does the orange, the blonde, all the good shit
  • Yoongi’s style just screams boyfriend, he’s always in such comfy looking clothes and when he wears his scarves !!!!!!!
  • He most often wears jeans but the top does change, typically it’s just a casual t-shirt but sometimes he goes for a button up and he loves a good jacket I wanna see him in a cardigan tbh has he ever worn one I can’t remember if he has, tag mE IF HE HAS
  • There are a couple of outfits that fit this AU so well like when he wore these leather pants and a white t-shirt and a black blazer and the snapback and glasses and bag and he looked so good, it’s a bit more of a date outfit bc I can’t imagine that wearing leather pants around a campus when you have classes and have to walk all around campus is the most comfortable thing in the world
  • The second outfit is more of an everyday type of look and it’s every single time he’s ever worn flannel bc that is such an underappreciated look, I want it to be a comeback look bc that’s so nice to think about, I love flannel!Yoongi so much I can’t choose just one look for it
  • Snapback!Yoongi makes frequent appearances, if it’s not a snapback, it’s a beanie bc either one of those is a good deal
  • Okay so here’s the thing about Yoongi, he’s not emotionless, he’s got a soft heart and a really sweet, caring side to him so I don’t think he would lead anyone on about the relationship
  • He’s a really blunt person in general so he would just be straight up with them and say hey this is all casual, I’m probably not gonna call back after a couple of dates, etc.
  • He doesn’t sleep with a whole lot of people tbh, I know that for some people that’s one of the qualities of a player but to me, he seems like he needs to be in love to be able to share that part of him with someone bc I think he takes a while to open up to people and fully trust them
  • If he ever does, he would have to know them really well, it wouldn’t be a first date type of thing, it would be someone he was close friends with, it doesn’t really happen with him
  • He does do make outs though, that’s pretty common
  • He kinda attracts people without meaning to, he has that bad boy vibe and a lot of people are into that edgy look where it’s like ooh I’m dating a bad boy
  • So nearly all of his dates approach him first but he does like flirting with them and spending time with them bc it helps clear his mind and he also likes having different “models” to take pictures of
  • He’s such a gentleman to his dates and he makes them laugh a lot bc he’s a really funny person with his dry humor and the sarcasm and the -_- face he makes, plus his comedic timing is !!!
  • He would arrange the cutest lil dates ever, they’re always really personal and private
  • He does a lot of park dates, picnics, ice cream, if his date is another photographer or willing to be his model, he’ll take pictures of them
  • By the end of the date, they’re heart eyes bc he can be really really kind and thoughtful
  • He’s never really had a serious relationship but he has been called boyfriend a few times, it doesn’t last long though bc he’s really busy and he never wanted anything serious with them to begin with
  • The “breaking up” part is of course never fun but he knows that if he doesn’t do it, they’ll think he’s got feelings he doesn’t and like I said earlier, he’s not the type to lead people on
  • Most, if not all, of his dates know that he’s not gonna be sticking around for long so it’s not a huge shocker when he does it
  • You two are roommates 
  • He can get really stressed bc he’s juggling photography, which already takes up so much of his time (he’s not complaining, he loves it) but then he’s also doing music on the side and working at this local cafe to help pay rent and he’s also got the general classes he has to take so he can get stressed sometimes and you of course, have your stressed days as well
  • The relationship happens pretty naturally, one night, you two had been up late studying for finals and started to argue out of stress and when you went to leave, he kissed you
  • The two of you hadn’t really spoken much for the rest of the finals week bc now you were trying to reason it all bc there so many things it could’ve meant, it could’ve been pure stress, he could’ve just wanted to get some of those pent up feelings out, he could’ve been trying to confess
  • You both get so busy with finals and rarely see each other but then after that week, you two have to face each other and deal with the situation bc you know that Yoongi has other people he’s seeing and you’d started flirting with someone as well
  • He’s not sure if he’s ready to confess bc there’s a chance you won’t like him back and he already feels like he’s ruining the friendship by making you feel awkward with the kiss so he’s worried that if he does confess and you don’t return the feelings, he’ll have blown it and would lose you so he just blames it on stress
  • It takes a while for the two of you to confess bc both of you feel like you’re walking on thin ice at this point bc of the kiss thing, you didn’t exactly pull away from the kiss so he feels like there should be something there but it’s all too risky
  • It’s not until the term starts up again and you see Yoongi going on more dates and this one time, one of his dates come to pick him up and you see them together and that’s what gets you to snap
  • When he comes home that night and you see them kiss goodnight, it’s too much so you have Yoongi come sit with you to talk again
  • This time, you let him know all about how you actually feel about him and you’re kinda rambling a bit bc you’re a bit nervous to see his reaction so you just keep talking and he just starts to smile and it’s this really soft smile and then he kisses you again
  • “I love you too”
  • “What about the others?”
  • “I’d rather be your boyfriend, if you’ll have me”
  • “Of course I will”

A Present for You from the Eleven

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What if both of them were brainwashed?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Guessing how the InaIre guys would make gyakuchoco)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

As for Tenma and co….?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So this idea came into my head a couple of days ago and it made me laugh so take this probably OOC ‘Andrew encounters a fan’ HC

Looking down and finding a knife pressed against his stomach was not a regular occurrence in Sam’s life, especially not when it was being held by an armband clad arm that led to a bored but deadly expression that made up Sam’s celebrity crush, Andrew Minyard. This is ridiculous his mind came up with, I don’t even like Exy.

Really, this was entirely his girlfriend’s fault. Exy was her sport of choice, and while he appreciated what it did to her legs, he was completely uninterested in picking up a racket himself. He’d watched the occasional game to be able to share something with her, but then he’d stayed too long and the post-game interviews came on, and coincidentally so did Andrew’s slightly sweaty completely impassive face. His girlfriend had taken one look at Sam’s face and raised an eyebrow; Sam was rarely affected by strangers, and she certainly hadn’t expected the short blond goalie to catch his attention. Sam shrugged, a little embarrassed. He didn’t find Andrew attractive exactly, but the way his face was put together made Sam want to draw it. His fingers itched for a pencil even as he tried to play it off, but he hadn’t fallen in love with his girlfriend for no reason, and her continually buying him Minyard merchandise had become a running joke between them.

He still didn’t enjoy watching Exy, but if he occasionally searched Andrew’s interviews on youtube, well, that was his business. He’d learnt lots about Andrew over the last few years from these interviews, the primary of which being that he genuinely did not care about most things (Sam had to wonder what it was about Exy of all things that kept him entertained), but being harassed by overexcited fans was one of the few things that would cause him to show emotion; in this case, annoyance.

That takes us to this morning, when Sam was doing his usual stroll through the park only to see Andrew Minyard and a slightly taller red-headed man who he was fairly certain was some other famous Exy player walking in the opposite direction. It probably would have seemed more normal to just keep walking and pretend he didn’t know them, but he was so determined to not be one of Those Fans that he spun on his heel and ran straight back out of the park again.

Cut to ten minutes later, jogging back to his apartment, completely out of breath, and he’s dragged unceremoniously into an alleyway by his elbow and pressed up against the brick by a strong arm and a more worrying knife. The red-haired man is there too, eyes darting around him and towards the exit like he’s getting ready to take off.

“Who do you work for?” Andrew asks, in a flat tone of voice, and Sam’s mind spins confusedly out of control. Andrew pushes the knife a little closer when he doesn’t answer and Sam squawks.

“Um, Starbucks? At the moment. I kind of just got made redundant but I mean- what am I saying you don’t care. Yeah I’m at Starbucks at the mo.” This time it’s the red-head’s turn to sound cold. Josten his unhelpful brain supplies, as the man narrows his eyes, blue eyes glinting like ice.

“You expect us to believe that?” Sam doesn’t know what to do.

“I hope so? Because it’s the truth?” Why does it feel as if he’s getting interrogated? Ah, the knife he remembers, his mind flashing through various gang crime movies.

“Why did you run away from us just now then?” Josten says, confusion beginning to seep into his voice too.

Andrew does not move the knife.

Sam blushes, and if he didn’t have a deadly weapon pressed to his stomach by what looks like a practiced hand, he’d try to laugh it off. “I, uh, I’m kind of a fan.” He mumbles. The knife is removed as Andrew shoots Josten the most unimpressed look he has ever seen.

“Brilliant another one of your junkie fanboys.”

“Uh, not of, erm, Josten is it?” Sam corrects before he thinks about it, wondering why he’s prolonging this already mortifying conversation.

“Neil.” Josten returns, a hint of amusement playing around the corners of his mouth.

“I, uh, just know you, like, actually hate people that talk to you so I thought I’d try and be, like, a decent person and fuck off.” Sam says to Andrew, staring at his shoes. A short, delighted laugh rings through the air, startling everybody by the looks of it; even Neil seems surprised at the noise that came out of his mouth.

“You play Exy?” Josten enquires. Sam feels the heat rise even further in his cheeks.

“No. I’ve never even sat through watching a full game.” He shoots an apologetic slightly fearful look at Andrew, who still seems to be thinking about Neil’s laugh. “I, uh, justthinkyou’recute.” He says in a rush, and Andrew’s eyes widen minutely in disbelief. You made Andrew Minyard do something with his face! Sam’s brain screams excitedly even as he wonders whether he’s about to get stabbed for real.

“You have a crush on Andrew?” Neil asks, all the syllables coated with amusement this time. Andrew shoots him another look but this one Sam can’t interpret and just makes Neil smile wider.

“Erm, well, not exactly I don’t really do crushes on strangers. Like, I have to know someone really well first. People aren’t just attractive to me like that.” Sam says sheepishly, snapping his fingers. “Demi problems. I just think you have a very draw-able face?” The look Andrew gives him this time is considering, and Neil looks sort of like he just hit him with a bus.

“Huh. Looks like you’re not alone idiot.” Andrew says conversationally, not taking his eyes off Sam though Sam’s pretty sure he’s talking to Neil. Neil shrugs and Sam suddenly remembers how fucking weird this conversation is, though at least he can add ‘is defo in a relationship with Neil Josten’ to his facts about Andrew Minyard list when he gets home.

“I’m going to go home now?” Sam half-asks, and when neither man makes a move to stop him, apparently locked in each other’s gaze, Sam walks carefully out of the alley and as the adrenaline rush begins to turn his legs shaky wonders how upset his girlfriend is going to be that he met them and she didn’t.

A Good Decision

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Stiles Stilinski x Reader, Stiles Stlinski x Lydia Martin

Length: 1264 words

Warnings: none

Stiles Stilinski was entranced, as he stared at Y/N from across the hallway, leaning on his locker casually, figurative hearts in his eyes. Eyes trailing the body he was captivated by, he softly smiled, before he caught the figure of Lydia Martin across the way, his long-time crush and recently; a close friend.

Lydia was literally the most beautiful female Beacon Hills High School had seen, with flowing strawberry blonde hair, and full lips that could kiss the life out of a man. She’s the definition of a Queen Bee, with grades as perfect as her being, and a wit as sharp as her brow-game. He didn’t really know what that meant, but had been told by Lydia herself that it was a compliment.

She’d never looked at him though, at least, not until everyone in Beacon Hills lives had gone to shit.

Y/N, however, was new this year, and wasn’t as pretty or as smart as Lydia. But still attractive, especially to him, and the biggest smartass he’d met. And that was coming from him. He’d planned on asking Y/N out, but then he’d had a ‘moment’ with Lydia in a recent werewolf-related chase. They’d held hands, had been pressed close together with a lot of staring and heavy breathing.

Stiles turned away suddenly, wondering if his inability to get over Lydia was really ‘love’, like he’d once thought. Or was it something else? His old crush, which began when he was young, had been almost a coping mechanism in response to the issues and problems he became burdened with. Perhaps this was a way for him to cope now, reverting to a simpler time where he’d not been involved with werewolves, and other ridiculous supernatural creatures.

The warning bell sounded, and he literally jerked out of his thoughts, flailing slightly, and managing to hit his funny bone on the edge of his locker. “Ow!”

“Dude, you good?” Scott laughed at his friend’s clumsiness, “Maybe if you were paying attention, and not staring at Lydia and Y/N, you might make it through the day without hurting yourself.” He smirked, the twitch in his uneven jaw hinted at a sadistic sarcasm at this point. His ire had been years in the making though, hearing Stiles talk enthusiastically of Lydia for years, and then Y/N for months on end – he was tired of it honestly, so as of late his teasing had been slightly harsher, but in return so had Stiles’ of much of what he considered to be the stupid actions of his friend.

Stiles rolled his eyes at his best friend, “We can’t all be amazing werewolves with amazing reflexes, though, can we Scott?”

“No,” Scott scoffed, “But I thought that people on the lacrosse team would at least have some reflexes, in order to play.” He smiled widely, white teeth gleaming in the awful fluorescent hallway lights, and was returned with Stiles’ own strained smile. The two left the area they’d been standing, walking towards their next class, “Did you have any idea which one you have genuine feelings for?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

“It means, it’s been ten years, and/or ten months, and you’ve still done nothing.” Scott sighed, pulling his friends arm, leading him to the side and out of the way of other rushing students, “You have to decide whether what you feel for Lydia and Y/N is real, and what to do with that information.” He smiled softly at the confused looking boy, “Your emotions have been all over for weeks now, man. You can’t keep avoiding this, it’s not fair to you, or them.”

Stiles eyes him with uncertainty, “Them?”

Realising that he may have compromised what he knew of Lydia and Y/N’s feelings, one via his super-human senses, and the other via the mouth of the woman, he forced himself back for a moment. “You’re my best friend, Stiles, you deserve to be happy. I think you have to decide how that’ll happen, though.”

Hazel eyes looked at the chocolate brown in shock.

“Think about it.”

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“Hey, Stiles!” Y/N called out to him as he walked towards his trustee powder blue jeep, later that same afternoon. “Hey!”

“Oh, hey Y/N, what’s up?” Stiles smiled softly, although his voice was strained slightly, “How are you?”

“I’m good, I feel like I haven’t seen you all day?”

Because he was avoiding her.

“Really?” Stiles smiled awkwardly, his voice a higher pitch than necessary, before waving his hand, as if shooing away her thought. “’Been busy, that’s all.” Yes, busy trying to ‘think about it’. He’d even spent lunch in the locker rooms, head pressed to the cool metal in attempt to force his brain to think on the subject. Lydia or Y/N?

“Oh, really? Something I can help with?”

He usually responded with the answer ‘no’ in these cases, when Y/N offered him help, mainly because he was usually pondering a weird supernatural enemy trying to kill his friends. But this wasn’t one of those cases.

“Actually, yeah.” Stiles let out a huff of air from his lungs, “Do you, Y/N, want to, maybe, go to the movies with me, or something? You don’t have to! If you don’t want to, of course, because you’re in charge of your life, and-”

He was too busy rambling to notice the wide grin that had taken over Y/N’s face, “Yeah, I’d like that. Pick me up at eight, from my place.”

“It’s totally cool if you don’t want to-” Stiles paused mid-sentence, to meet Y/N’s eyes, his own eyed wide from the disbelief he felt, “You do?” His voice was even higher than earlier, when he’d been attempting to lie to them, so he cleared his throat and began to speak once more, this time in a way that didn’t make him seem like a crazy person, “No, yeah, that’s cool. See you then!”

Y/N smiled at his attempt to seem casual, especially when he attempted to lean back against his car, only to find out it was too far back and nearly fall over. “You good?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Stiles gasped out, then waved goodbye to the now retreating figure, “Way to act like a spaz, Stilinski!” He berated himself, before jumping into his vehicle.

“So, you went with Y/N?”

“Ahhh!” A hand reached out to smack Scott, only to be caught by said werewolf, as Stiles reacted to being startled by the intruder in his vehicle. “Dammit, man! Don’t scare a brother like that! Damn!”

Scott rolled his eyes at his friend’s dramatics, “So?”

“Yeah, I’m going out with Y/N. I’ve spent a long time pining after Lydia, right?” Stiles didn’t pause for Scott to answer his rhetoric question, “I’m going to do myself a favour, and give into these feelings for Y/N, as I think we’ll have more in common, and we’ll get along better than I do with Lydia.” In his head, it made a lot of sense, Stiles wasn’t sure if it was being communicated as well, though.

“Do yourself a favour? Alright.” Scott nodded, “Y/N is nice, funny, and laughs at your terrible jokes – practically a match made in nerd heaven.”

“Hey, I am a delight, Scott!”

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“Hey!” Y/N was dressed casually, but still nicely, when Stiles picked them up later that night, “What are we going to watch?”

Stiles shrugged, “What are you up to watching?”

“The new Stars Wars is epic, I wouldn’t mind re-watching, if you’re up for it.”

There was silence, while Stiles stared at Y/N, a smile on his face. “Sound goods.”

Yeah, he’d made a good decision.

anonymous asked:

Because of the GB akatsuki boob post, can I ask for what type of boobs do the akatsuki prefer.

Kakuzu

  • He doesn’t care what size breast there is, but if he had to choose, a more “normal” size, like a range from B-D is nice for him. 

Hidan 

  • Hidan loves curves. Big tits all the way are his favourite boobs, but he’ll take any type of boob as long as it’s grab-able.

Pein

  • He likes smaller breasts honestly. No reason as to why, he just does.

Konan

  • She actually likes smaller boobs, they have this certain cuteness about them that she loves. 

Deidara

  • Bigger boobs. He’s not cruel like Sasori where they’re back breakers, he knows they have to be a pain. D cups or DD cups are nice, but he’s not picky with breast size. 

Sasori

  • He likes big breasts. Like- bigger than Hidan most of the time. He’s pretty picky with his breast size, the smallest he likes to take is a D cup, anything above that is great though. 
    I’m looking at you, you poor souls with back-breaking boobs.

Itachi

  • He likes a more “normal” size. He likes average, idk why. Around a C cup is good for him.

Kisame

  • He legitimately has no preference on breast size here. Like- he’s never been able to choose what size is good for him. He’s an opportunist, he’ll take whatever’s given to him and he’s happy at that. 

Tobi/Obito

  • He honestly likes bigger breasts, he thinks they’re attractive and fun to play with, but the women he normally is attracted to have small breasts so he’s a confused little pupper.

Zetsu

  • Smaller breasts are nice, they’re normally perky and he likes perky breasts.