7 pairs


PARTS: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // epilogue

Pairing: Jimin x reader
Words: 7,760
Genre: smut, angst, supernatural au.
click here for warnings by part (potential spoilers).

When playing the lying game, there are but two rules. The first is to be convincing. Live the lie, breathe the lie, believe it so wholeheartedly it becomes your new truth. The second is to always remember there are other players in the game, some of whom have been playing it far longer than you.

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Thomas Brodie-Sangster Imagine #7: Anxiety Premiere

Pairing: TBS x Reader

Warnings: panic attack

Requested: Yes


You were laying in bed, taking a nap when you felt someone else climb into bed with you. You woke up and turned to see your boyfriend, Thomas trying to spoon with you. He smiles, “I’m home,” and you smile back, turning back around and let him spoon you. “What, no kiss?”

You giggle, “I’m sleepy.”

He giggles too and kisses your shoulder, “me too. Mind if I join you?”

You nod no and he scoots up to you and you two drift off to sleep.

The next morning, you got up and started your day as usual. Get up, make breakfast then sit on the couch and watch tv all day, as your usual Saturdays consist of. Thomas came into the living room of your shared apartment, and sat next to you, “morning.” He kissed your cheek.

“Morning.” You kissed his.

“What are we watching?” He asked in a groggily as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Just some cartoons. They’re giving Tom and Jerry.” You smile.

“Really?” He asks.

“Mhm.” You nod excitedly.

Thomas smiles and turns his head to the tv. Then the old cartoon comes on. As you two stayed like that the whole morning, Thomas began to kiss your neck, “wanna do something else?” He said seductively.

You giggle at the sensation, putting a hand on his cheek, “sure.” Then things heat up and end up in the bedroom.

As you two lay in bed again, Thomas looked at you, “remember I have that premiere tonight. Let’s get ready.” He patted your leg under the covers.

“Oh no!” You whine. “Tommy you know how I get at your premieres. Remember the last one we went to? I almost had a panic attack. Can’t we just stay here? I’m ready for another round!” You smile.

“As much as I’d love too, I can’t. I need to get ready. The place is pretty far from here.” He explains.


“C'mon. I promise I’ll be by your side every step of the way so nothing happens, alright?” He says.

“Okay.” You say. “But please hold my hand. I don’t want anything to happen.” You say sounding like a child.

“I won’t let go.” He smirks and gives you a kiss. He hums into the kiss, “I think I can go for another round.”


Later, at the premiere, you hold his hand tight. “Thomas,” you breathe.

“You’re fine, baby. It’s okay. Just smile, then look at me whenever you feel the need too.” He said.

You nod and he gives you a reassuring kiss.

You two got out of the car. At the flashing lights, you began to blink, then looked to Thomas. He interlocked your hand with his and looked at you, as if to tell you, “just look at me.” So you nod.

You look to the cameras, and smile gracefully. Things seeming well. You two walk as screaming fans and photographers shout his name. You look to Thomas, “they really love you.” You smile.

“And I love you.” He smiled.

You look back to the paparazzi and smile. As you two walk, Thomas sees fans who him to sign their things and take selfies with him. He looks at you and motions for you to follow him, his hand still in yours. You two go with the fans let his hand go so he can take the time to take pictures and sign things. Some even complimenting you. You thank his adoring fans and you two leave.

As soon as you reach the door, paparazzi begin to huddle around you two. There flashing lights blinding you. Suddenly your hand that isn’t holding Thomas’ clenches into a fist and you begin to pump it. As trying to pump blood into your veins. You shut your eyes, and tears begin to fall, “I-I can’t-”

“Hey, what’s wrong with your girl, Tommy?” A paparazzi laughs. “She sick or something?” He chuckles.

You stop in your tracks and let go of Thomas’ hand clenched that hand too, doing the same thing. Your breathing hitches in your throat and suddenly you begin to breathe heavily. Thomas grabs your by the arms and helps you as you walk with your eyes closed, “could you lads give us some space?”

The guys don’t listen, and get closer. Now the attention is on you.

“T-Thomas.” You begin to cry.

“I know baby. I know. We’re almost there.”

He tries to led you away from them, only the get closer. “Can you assholes leave her alone?!” Thomas shouts. The paparazzi begin to leave as Thomas hides you in his chest and you two go into the theater. He walks you to an empty space and calms you down, “want to go home?”

You nod not looking at him and he nods back, “okay, let’s go home.”

He asked for one of the ladies there to escort you two around the building and you two leave the premiere.

Once back home you cried in the bathroom. Thomas stood outside, waiting for you to come out. “Baby, please come out. You’re safe here.”

“No! I ruined your night. I always do.” You cried.

“Could you please unlock the door so I can come in?” He asks.

You do so and he comes in and kneels in from to you as you sit on the toilet. “You didn’t ruin my night. You didn’t ruin anything. This is my fault. I knew you couldn’t handle this stuff and I still made you come. I’m sorry baby. I really am.” He said.

You look up at him from crying, “it’s not your fault either, I’m just not meant for the spotlight is all.”

“I know, and I’m sorry.” He said. “Do you forgive me?”

“Of course I do.” You smile.

“Are you feeling better?” He asks you.

“Yeah. Can we watch a movie?” You ask him.

“Yes, actually.” He smiled back. He pecked your lips and you two left the bathroom.

Later that night, you and Thomas cuddled up and watched a different movie.


Figure Skating Charms and a Wealth of Nuance

Haha…so…*guiltily posts this months later* I had this in my drafts 70% completed since episode 10 came out, but with episode 11 and 12 the fandom exploded on other issues, and I thought it was kind of irrelevant since the rings have so many layers of meaning already. But in PASH magazine’s March issue, Kubo-sensei actually brings this up. 

I ended up cleaning this post and after finding out that @sachiro​ was going to make a similar post, we decided to have “pair posts” to submit for victuuriweek. You can read their yoi meta here , which discusses and connects specific moments throughout the series to the points I’ll lay out in the second half of this post.

About Yuuri’s charm. Yuuri has a figure skating precedent for buying jewelry to act as a charm - it isn’t a blasé “lots of good stuff around here…yeah, rings can make good charms, right? idk, but I’m doing it anyway.” Here’s yet another layer.

Charms are a legitimate THING in figure skating.

You won’t read about this in figure skating intros or on Wikipedia, and you won’t hear commentators talk about it either (if it’s brought up, consider it a stroke of luck and immediately save that video/interview forever). Unless you follow skaters to the point of knowing about their personal lives, then this is one meaningful aspect of figure skating that is easy to miss.

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The Layers of Meanings Behind the Rings

VictuuriWeek 2017 – Day 7 – Victor Prompt – Promises

So for VictuuriWeek day 7, I’d like to talk about the rings and all the various promises they hold. This post is written as a complimentary piece to @lazuliblade‘s amazing meta here (2 metas for 2 rings) so please make sure to read that one as well! In this analysis, we’ll be looking at the various tie-ins the series has to the various layers of meaning represented by the rings.

I’ll be going in the order of how they’re mentioned in Laz’s post so please enjoy!

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This is how it starts:

A video, retweeted from one end of the world to the other. A quiet seaside town. A boy.

This is how it starts:

A declaration. A promise. A boy.

(The declaration is one of love, of course, but he doesn’t know that yet.)

And this is how everything barrels down the snow-softened slope. This is flirting until it is not, teasing until it is not, until the touches are more for his own benefit than Yuuri’s and his heart stutters like a plucked bowstring with each gesture. Until he realizes he’d spent so long marveling at Yuuri’s growth in the mirror he’d forgotten to look at himself.

This is how it ends:

It doesn’t.

The crowd lets out a collective, resounding gasp when Viktor tackles Yuuri to the ice with a kiss and a hug. Viktor’s wearing the gentlest smile in all of all his twenty-seven years, like melted caramel, like hand-spun silk. Yuuri’s eyes are the size of dinner plates. The ice is cold beneath them, but their bodies are warm and made of fire.

“This is the only thing I could think of,” Viktor says, breathlessly, “to surprise you more than you’ve surprised me.”

“Really?” Yuuri’s gaze softens, a small, small smile rising up to the curve of his mouth. His eyes say I love you. His lips say kiss me again.

Viktor’s heart soars.

See, the trainwreck falls into the ravine but it turns out the ravine is a goldmine. Now there are sapphires and rubies and Makkachin-lookalikes on the ice. Now there is a Yuuri-shaped hole in his chest where before there had been a tight ball of nothing. Now there is a boy.

And the boy tugs on Viktor’s hand, impatient but not letting go, pulling him towards the exit. It’s glowing like a shooting star that doesn’t want to go out. Viktor’s smiling so hard he thinks his face is going to split in two, and he doesn’t care. He wants this forever and ever and ever, wants Yuuri to drag him out into space so they can waltz with Jupiter, wants these hands and those bruise-blue feet and that beautiful, gorgeous free skate routine.

Yuuri is the crack of light through the half-shut door. He is railway tracks extended towards the sun. He is the best kind of ending— an open one.

So this is how the story goes: on, and on, and on, leaping off cliffs and then catching each other by the tips of their fingers before they hit the ground each time. In the vast, looming realm of ice-skating Yuuri is a comet, and Viktor the blazing trail of light in his wake. To those of their friends and family that care, they are a syzygy of laughter and love, the scrape of skates against ice and the blurred edges of a fast-flying figure. To each other they are home.

Because this story is the best kind of story. The epic Romeo-and-Juliet, star-crossed lovers kind of story. The we-complete-each-other-in-every-possible-way kind of story.

“I’m going to kiss you again if you keep looking at me like that,” he tells Yuuri later, after his score has been announced and the photos have been taken and they are finally, finally alone.

Yuuri throws his arms around Viktor’s neck, tugging him forward. “Be my guest.”

This is a love story.

I feel like haikyuu is a fandom where the deeper you’re in the more pairings you fall for and you love them more and more and you feel so full of love for these volleyball dorks and their love for each other you wonder if it’s possible to love them even more but you always do


Happy EnnoTana (6/5) Day! ♥

Paper Hearts (Part 7)

Originally posted by tbhobi

Genre: Angst/fluff

♡ Pairing: Reader x Jungkook // Reader x Jimin

♡ Length: 4.2k

♡ Summary: It has been nearly a year since you started writing anonymous letters to Jungkook, giving him words of encouragement behind the thin mask of a paper. He never considered you as a possible suspect behind these letters, because you were nothing more than a best friend. And you couldn’t put all the blame on him either, after all, you were too afraid to confess in fear of tarnishing your precious friendship.

Part 1 ♡ Part 2  ♡ Part 3   Part 4   Part 5   Part 6   Part 7   Part 8

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When Thunber and I met in a random facebook post, we ended up talking about how Hyde would look like this in every one of Licht’s concerts x)

Well he is a dork. He would definitely wear a “I <3 Lichtan” t-shirt and wave those light color tubes from the audience like a perfect nerd, as if he were in an idol concert or smth. He’s Licht’s biggest fan, after all~

We’re not the only ones thinking this is absolutely possible, right? ww x'DD

The Abduction

For Day 7 of #victuuriweek I once again decided to do the au prompt! This time the prompt was “mythos”. I immediately thought of the story of Persephone and Hades, one of my favourite myths, and of course of the famous statue “The Abduction of Persephone”. I can imagine Victor and Yuri bringing this story to life on the ice!



a reemergence of angel au featuring CT this time. wings of an american kestrel (I really should do turnarounds so you can see the outer wing feathers…so much nicer looking..) 

anyway her armor resembles church’s, carolina’s, and tex’s with the roman-ish theme (basically just the tassels in CT’s case) b/c they are her favs, along w/ the more heavy armor feel that pairs with Wash since they’re friends. birds of a feather and all that

mykie-doll  asked:

RFAs reaction to MC who always wears heelies

A/N: I’ve never worn heelies ;~; ~ Admin 626

-He thought they were really cool!!!
-That is, until one day you literally took off after the ice cream truck
-He couldn’t catch up!!! What if you tripped and got hurt!!! MC!!!
- literally starts saving up for a pair of his own

-Came home to his maid wiping some tire marks off the floor??
-What the fuck has tires in his penthouse?
-When you come zooming around the corner with a string and Elizabeth the Third trailing you at high speed, it made sense
-MC that’s not professional stop it
-He does think it’s cute when you grab onto his arm and skate along side him when the two of you need to get somewhere in a hurry cause of his long ass legs you cant keep up

-The two of you Heely literally everywhere
-Also like to prank each other and hide the others wheels
-”LOOK AT THESE ONES MC” “Those are ugly though” “DO IT FOR THE MEME”

-god daMMIT
-You and his brother have to wear those damn shoes ALL THE TIME
-Gets a pair just so he can have competitions with you and his brother


- obviously he isn’t the biggest fan bc every time you get into an argument you roll away???
- hell, u roll away from him when he tries to kiss just to diss him
- he’s so petty that he will take those wheels right outta ur shoes, don’t even doubt it

- your heelies look like so much fun to wear that she actually steals them???
- she LOVES wear them to work because she can roll around serving customers instead of walking
- Jaehee is actually a lazy booty confirmed
- she has to stop wearing them when one day she somehow managed to lose control and she skated through a glass door

- he never sees you in them??? Hahacauseheblind He doesn’t know you have them for the longest time???
- he did think you walked really fast but he never questioned it
- after his surgery, he sees you roll into his room???
- he finds out he loves taking photos while skating away omg