Ah a a a *curls in a ball*

Amour ~ Newt Scamander x Reader

Originally posted by the-kaider-chronicles

Originally posted by hharrypotterrforever

Requested:  hi! could you do an imagine where the reader is from beauxbatons and she meets newt and he really likes her because she’s pretty and very soft and natural and calm?

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(English translation in italics & bold)




Sun high in the sky, shining over the small wizard village in France in which you’ve lived your whole life. You journey down the cobblestone streets excited to start your summer holiday. That is until a florescent pink bird swoops out of no where and lands on your head. It flutters around not making a single sound. Carefully you cup the small bird in your hands, bringing it down from on top of your head. It gives a mute chirp of gratitude. The small pink bird perks up to gaze at you. 

“Pourquoi bonjour petit gars. (Why hello little guy.)”, you beam.

As the bird gives another silent chirp a young man comes rushing down the street, apologizing every few minutes to whomever he had run into. He skids to a stop when he reaches you and gives a worried look. 

He is rather tall and thin, with reddish brown hair, and dazzling blue eyes. He wears a white button up shirt with a green sweater-vest and tie. In one hand his wand. In the other hand he holds a case by its handle.

“I’m so sorry miss. My bird it-” He stops his babbling to get a good look at you.

“Salut, mon nom est Y/n L/n, et tu est? (Hi, my name’s Y/n L/n, and you are)?”, You hold out your free hand to shake.

“Newt Scamander.” Newt shakes your hand,”Je suis terriblement désolé pour mon oiseau. Il est un artiste d'évasion. (I’m terribly sorry about my bird. He’s an escape artist.)

He places his wand in his pocket and sets the case down onto the ground. Newt gently takes the bird, cradling it in his large hands. The bird gives another silent twitter before curling up into a small feathery ball.

“Tu parle français? Êtes-vous de la région? (You speak french? Are you from here?)” You question.

Newt gives a lopsided grin and responds, “Oh non, je suis anglais. J'étudie ici. (Oh no, I’m English. I’m studying here.)

Vous assistez à Beauxbatons? (Then you attend Beauxbatons?)

“Non, j'ai été expulsé de Hogwarts. (No, I was expelled from Hogwarts.)” Newt explains.

“Ah, je vois. (Ah, I see.)” You smile at the casual way he had said this,”Voulez-vous prendre un café avec moi? (Would you want to get some coffee with me?)

“Sans doute. (Of course.)” Newt beams at the offer.

He picks up his case and lightly places the now awake bird on his shoulder. 


You grin as the small bird hops to and fro across the table. It’s beak opens and closes yet not a single sound comes out.

“Quel genre d'oiseau est-ce? Je n'ai jamais vu un comme ça. (What kind of bird is this? I never saw one like that.)

Newt gazes at you with a sense of interest,”Robert est un Fwooper. Il est originaire d'Afrique. Fwoopers sont vendus avec un charme silencieux mis sur eux parce que leur chanson twittering conduira l'auditeur fou. Le charme doit être renouvelé chaque mois. (Robert is a Fwooper. He is originally from Africa. Fwoopers are sold with a silencing charm placed of them because their twittering drives the listener insane. The charm has to be renewed every month.)

“Intéressant. (Interesting)

Newt lightly strokes the Fwooper. You take a second to study the foreigner’s simple yet entrancing features. Freckles scatter across his kind face. his eyes sparkle as he speaks of his adventures.

“Quelque chose ne va pas? (Is there something wrong?)” Newt asks.

You awake from your trance to see Newt shyly looking at you. Robert seemed to of found a nice napping place on your hand. 

“Non non, j'ai été… distrait. (No no, I was just… distracted.)

“Ah, je vois… (Ah, I see...)” Newt smiles. He looks at the table and plays with the hem of his shirt.

“Si vous ne vous dérangez pas de le dire, je pense que vous êtes absolument magnifique. (If you don’t mind me saying so, I think you’re absolutely beautiful.)

You blush at the rather random compliment. Newt glances up for a moment, scared that he’d said the wrong thing. 

“Désolé … c'était un peu hors de nulle part. (Sorry… that was a bit out of nowhere.)” 

“Non c'est d'accord. (No it’s alright.)” You grin leaning across the table,”En fait, si ça ne te dérange pas, je t'embrasserai. (In fact, if you don’t mind me doing so, I’m going to kiss you.)

With that you lean in and peck Newt on the lips, sitting back into chair and smiling at his dumbfound face. Newt smiles at you and takes a timid drink of his coffee. The both of you then sit together in silence, smiling and enjoying the beautiful sunny day.

anonymous asked:

One-shot where Yuuri has a panic attack alone in the hotel balcony when Victor is out the night before a competition and Yurio hears him from the balcony right under and he calls Victor so they both go to Yuuri's and Victor's room and help Yuuri??? And it gets kinda weird cuz Yurio has never seen him like that and he's pretty scared for him even though he was rude to him the day before, Your writing is so good!!😊

OH GOSH!!! Thank you!!! I hope you don’t mind, I changed it to where it’s just Yurio trying to calm Yuuri down! I hope you like it!!!


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Yuuri knows he should call Victor, he knows he should get somewhere safer than the hotel balcony, he knows the aching panic rising in his chest. He knows it all too well.

He couldn’t help the sobs that wracked his chest as the panic bubbled and rose in his chest, he couldn’t help curling into a ball as he sobbed. Hoping Victor would come and help him.

“Oh god.” He cried, and shook, trying but failing to get in the hotel room.

He was not the only one on a balcony tonight though. Yuri Plisetsky was on his 13th floor balcony, drinking coffee and reading a book. At first he can’t hear what was going on above him but soon he couldn’t ignore the sound of sobs, he knew who was in the room above him.

He picked up his cell and called Victor, the man picking up instantly, “ah Yurio! Everything okay?”

“I don’t know, are you in your hotel room?”

“No, I’m out doing some shopping, why?”

“I think katsudon is hurt, I hear crying coming from your balcony.”

“Yurio, can you please go up to our room, the code is 1345, I think he might be having a panic attack, please help him till I can get there.”

“What! How am I supposed to kno-” Victor hung up.

“Bastard.”

He locked his phone and left his hotel room, quickly finding the elevator. Clicking the button as fast as possible, impatient and worried. The 18 year old bounced on the balls of his feet as he waited for the elevator doors to open, when he heard the song he entered the metal box clicking the 14th floor and the button that closed the doors.

Finally, he made it to the pairs door, clicking the passcode in and opening the dark wood door. He didn’t see anything when he walked through the opening, just the same room as his, boring couch boring chairs, a tv, a hallway to the bedroom. Then he heard it, gross wet sobbing coming from the balcony.

“Katsudon?” Nothing, he slowly walked towards the doors to the balcony, opening the sliding doors to see Yuuri in a small ball in the corner of the balcony glass railing. “Yuuri, are you okay?” He had never seen his competitor like this, sure he’s seen the man cry before but never like this. He was shaking and sobbing, it was ugly. He walked closer to the shaking blob. Nealling down to get a better look at his rival.

“Yuuri, look at me.” The other man looked up from his knees and looked at the blond in front of him. “You need to get out of the cold Yuuri, come on.” He pulled Yuuri up and into the living room area of the hotel room. Sitting him down on the couch, and sitting next to him. Yuuri was still crying and shaking as they turned towards each other.

“Now, how do I do this,” he thought, how do you calm people down? Oh! You breath! “Okay Yuuri, we’re gonna breath okay. In through the nose, out through the mouth.” Both men breathed, Yuuri not as calm as Yuri, but soon both were in sync with each other.

“Yuuri, that’s good, keep breathing, Victors on the way.”

“He can’t see me like this!” Yuuri yelled, curling back into his protective ball.

“Nope, you need to calm back down katsudon, I already told him about you, he’s on his way back. I thought you loved him. You trust him, he can help you more than I can.” He uncurled Yuuri and went back to breathing. “Come on breath with me.”

They both breathed soothingly till Yuuri’s teas stopped and his body stilled. His eyelids drooped and soon he was fighting the urge to fall asleep.

“Okay, let’s get you in your bed, come on.” Yuri pulled the brunette up and pulled the short man to the bedroom and onto the queen sized bed. “Here you can sleep till Victor gets back.” Yuri turned and left the room. Hopefully the other would stay calm and asleep till his coach got to the room.

He didn’t have to wait long, the door opened a couple minutes later revealing a testy eyed and worried Victor.

“Where is he? Is he okay?” He ran in, sitting on the couch next to his Russian friend.

“He’s fine, he’s in your bedroom asleep, I calmed him down as much as I could.” Victor nodded and stood up quickly, then turned back to Yuri.

“Thank you Yurachka, I owe you so much.”

“No problem, get to your fiancé.”

Victor turned back around and ran to the connected bedroom. That was Yuri’s que to leave, closing the door behind him as he left. Going back to his now cold coffee and book.

Victor however changed into his pajamas and got into bed next to his sleeping fiancé, pulling him to his chest and kissing Yuuri on his forehead.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you today lyubov moya. Sleep well. I’ll be here for you if you need me.”

He soon fell asleep too, holding tightly to his life and love who was dreaming of a gold medal.

Scribble-Doodle: Euphoria

I took a break from writing my Angst Fic O’Doom to commit this little dude. 

Alec and Magnus’ first time. As felt by Jace Wayland.


Jace came back home early that night. Earlier than usual. He got bored at the bar, trying to pick up women who meant very little to him - and who would be forgotten in the morning anyway. It all felt so… empty to him, all of a sudden. And so he went home. Well, back to Magnus’.

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Midnight Masquerade - Part 4

Originally posted by epikcry

Genre: Vampire! AU | Angst | Fluff

Synopsis: Your best friend drags you into attending a masquerade ball with her, only to abandon you in the middle of the strange dance. Standing alone in the midst of a flurry of people, the events that play out here change the course of your life; only to leave you wondering; who is under the mask? 

Pairing: Reader X BTS

Word count: 1442

Warnings: Some swearing from time to time.

Series: Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10

(A/N: So, this is a liiiitle bit of a filler chapter, but there are some important hints! I only had a limited amount of time to write this, but I didn’t want to keep you guys waiting, so I hope you still enjoy! c:


The rhythmic beeping of an ECG monitor woke you from your deep sleep, your eyes fluttering open as you woke to the sight of a bland white ceiling. “Ugh…” you groaned, clutching your head as you tried to sit up, your hand self-consciously flying to your neck, fingers brushing over the tightly wound bandage. “What happened…? What am I doing here exactly?” You mumbled to yourself, attempting to recall something, anything.

Your eyes frantically scanned the room, for any signs, any hints to as how you’d ended up in a hospital room, your thoughts casting back to the strange ball you’d attended, shivering as you recalled the mysterious man, your fingers once again brushing against the bandage around your neck.

You attempted to climb out of bed, pushing the linen sheets off, only to set off the machine in a frantic beeping, realising you’d accidentally pulled off the wire. You cursed under your breath, sitting back down as a nurse rushed into the room, her once worried expression cooling down to one of slight annoyance. With a seemingly fake smile plastered onto her face, she re-adjusted the machine, the beeping finally calming down to its usual rhythmic sound.

“Next time, please don’t try to stand up or climb out of bed without informing us first,” she warned with a sickly sweet tone, causing you to scowl slightly, settling back down, still as confused as ever.

“Uh… Nurse?” You called out as the blonde woman strode off, her head turning in response. You - strangely - heard her muttering under her breath as she reversed, her lips once again curling upwards in a phoney smile. “Could you maybe tell me what I’m doing here?” You inquired, your arms crossed, eyebrows raised, clearly annoyed by her nonchalant attitude.

“Someone dropped you here, stating they had seen you collapse on the side of the road,” she replied dismissively, already making her way out once again. “We managed to get hold of your mother, although we did have to go through your belongings to find her contact details,” she called out over her shoulder, flipping his hair behind her as she walked out, not even giving you a second glance.

“Bitch,” you muttered, your head hitting the soft pillow as you leaned back down, staring up at the ceiling. Scrunching up your eyes, you wondered how you were going to explain anything to your parents, groaning in frustration. Your heart dropped a little as you thought about Mina, reduced to nothing but a lifeless body, tears beginning to build up in your eyes as you punched the soft mattress in anger and sadness.

“Why the fuck did we go to that place? The host could’ve been some deranged psychopath for all I know…” You rolled over in the bed, staring towards the door as you heard the shuffling of footsteps. Your eyes widened as you spotted your mother standing by the door, her hair looking like it had been tied up in a rush, her face bare of any makeup.

“Mum?” You asked, your voice coming out as more of a whimper as she scrambled towards you, pulling you into a tight embrace, as you took in the familiar scent of your mother’s fragrance, your tears staining the soft material of her blouse.

“Shh, it’s okay honey, I’m here now,” she cooed into your ear, your arms wrapped tightly around her neck. You felt like a small child again, the warmth of your mother’s embrace comforting you, and making you feel safe again, despite the events that had taken place just hours earlier. As you finally pulled away, your face still moist with tears, lips curled up in a grateful smile, your mother’s eyes trailed to your neck, her expression contorting into one of concern as she noticed the bandage.

“Honey? What happened to your neck?” She said slowly, the tone of her voice sounding slightly alarmed.

“Ah… that… uh…” You stuttered as you desperately tried to come up with an excuse, rubbing your head sheepishly.

“Did… something happen at that ball you went to?” She asked, her eyes flitting back up to meet yours, clear worry in her eyes. The strange thing was, her expression wasn’t that of ordinary motherly worry, it seemed more like she knew something, something that you didn’t, judging by the way she looked away from your eyes with a guilty expression.

You narrowed your eyes at her, wondering why her expression had changed so suddenly. “No, that wasn’t it. I… uh, think a wild animal bit me or something,” you lied feebly. “It must have been when I passed out by the forest, I… uh, wasn’t feeling too good…” You bit your lip, and this time it was your turn to look away guiltily.

“Can I take a look?” She questioned nervously, her hand raised up, fingers hooking onto the bandage still wrapped around your neck.

You gulped, allowing her to slowly undo the knot, a lump forming on your throat as her eyes widened slightly as the bandage fell to the bed.

“Oh no…” She shook her head, her hands shaking slightly as she continued to stare at the healing bite wound in your neck, the two distinct indents of fangs standing out. “I should’ve known… I shouldn’t have let you to that ball…”

“Mum? Mum, what is it?” You questioned her, the pitch of your voice rising out of nerves and worry. “What do you mean?”

Her eyes flashed with fear for a second as she made eye contact with you once again, before she attempted a limp smile, clearly trying to reassure you. “It’s nothing, (Y/N), don’t worry, I was just worried that the animal bite would leave a scar,” she said, her speech speeding up with every word, emphasis on the word “animal”.

Her behaviour was beginning to creep you out, leaving your head swimming with thoughts once again as she stepped out to talk to the nurse. “What did she mean, ‘I should’ve known’?” You asked yourself slowly, your lip beginning to bleed as you anxiously chewed on it, a feeling of fear settling at the pit of your stomach.

“(Y/N), honey?” Your mother called out from the other room, her enthusiastic sounding voice wavering slightly. “The doctor says it’s okay for you to be discharged!”

The same nurse from before re-entered the room as you scowled at her, causing her to give you a look of disdain. She pulled off the pads off your skin, particularly harshly, causing you to let out a low growl, your eyes - unknowingly - darkening in colour. The nurse looked at you with a bewildered expression, continuing to mutter something along the lines of ‘freak’ under her breath. You gave her a threatening death stare, having heard every word that had come out of that big mouth of hers.

Climbing off the bed, your mother re-entered the room, holding up a bag. “I brought you some clothes to change into before we leave…” She said, her eyes looking up and down your hospital gown.

“Thanks mum… “ You mumbled, padding over to take the bag from her, rummaging through it. You sighed, as you stepped off into the bathroom to change, taking one last glance at your mother’s face, her once enthusiastic expression becoming one of fatigue and worry.

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Sitting cross-legged on your bed, safely in the comfort of your own home, you stared down at your phone’s lock screen, a picture of Mina and you, huge grins on your faces as she wrapped her arms around your neck, her head leaning on your shoulder. You refused to let the tears escape, instead sighing as your hand once again flew to your neck, running your hands over the slight indents in your neck. You were about to get up, before hearing murmuring coming from the other room, your curiosity piquing. Padding over to stand by your mother’s room, you pushed your hair behind your ear, hearing every word that your mother said.

“This wasn’t an ordinary ball, I’m telling you…” You heard your mother frantically mumbling down the phone, as you heard the distinct sound of footsteps pacing the room. “It was one of their… feasts… I’m worried that the bite is going to activate the dormant side of her…”

Your eyes widened at the mention of the ball, your head suddenly swimming. “Shit,” was the last thing you heard, before the sound of fast approaching footsteps. You scrambled back to your room, heart suddenly quickened in pace. Thinking over, you recalled the pale skin, the fangs, the clear blood-lust in their eyes, confirming your suspicions.

“Fuck.”

Revenge leads to revenge

What… do you mean this wasn’t a prompt? I’M SO SORRY! I couldn’t help myself, this was too cute. 

Summary: There’s a Katsudon, a Kitten and Victor still doesn’t know Yuuri’s dog was called Vicchan. 

Words: 1,121 (I didn’t want to use the read moooore)


Yuuri felt slightly embarrassed about his loud laughter echoing through Victor’s apartment, but Yuri kept pinching this horribly ticklish spot right at his fourth ribs from bottom to top and he couldn’t exactly hold his reactions back.

Ah! Is this little piggy sensitive on his ribs~?, Yuuri felt his cheeks burning as his hysterical laughter only became louder and more desperate, his head thrown back against the carpeted floor and his body arching up away from it but into Yuri’s fingers, only helping him to dig more accurately into each individual rib.

Yurio!“, Yuuri finally gasped, his hands trapped under Yuri’s knees and his legs kicking behind him. ”Ahahaha! Yurio, please!“

“You Katsudon” Yuri rolled his eyes, not easing up his assault, not even a bit. “Calling me ‘Yurio’ is the reason why you’re here laughing your head off!”, a snort followed by a shriek burnt Yuuri’s nostrils.

“I’m sorry! I’m sohohorry!”, Yuri didn’t stop, though, and when his hands started to travel down towards Yuuri’s hips, Yuuri let out a loud shriek. “Not there! Not thehere! V-Victor! Vic-ack!”, Victor, who was laying down in the sofa enjoying himself watching the Yuris playing around, noticed, out of experience of course, how Yuuri was reaching his limits.

He couldn’t help a tiny smile pulling at the corners of his lips, though, when he saw Yuuri trembling with silent laughter. That was the signal.

“Alright, kitten”, Yuri hummed, looking up at Victor and flinching when he was right beside him in seconds.

“Victor!”, Yuri squeaked, his hands still managing to keep Yuuri in the edge of madness, now squeezing the fleshy parts on his inner thghs. “I think Yuuri had enough, Yurio”, a pinch in the side was enough to send Yuri flying off of Yuuri, the latter curled up into a tiny, giggly and trembling ball.

“Don’t you think?”, Yuri shook his head.0

“I do n-ah! D-dohohon’t!”, Yuri tried to push Victor’s hands away as soon as his fingertips made contact with the clothed skin of his belly. Yuri giggled like a child and a soft pink hue started to cover up his cheeks and the bridge of his scrunched up nose.

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Seventeen reaction to: You kissing them out of nowhere

Yay! I love this idea! Sorry I haven’t been much active these past months…life was hell! But now I’m back! I’ll try my best to post regularly! 

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~ Marie, xx

**ALL CREDITS TO THE OWNERS OF THE GIFS**

S.Coups - Seungcheol:

“Oh dear, you scared me!” He giggled as you just came behind him. He was sitting on the couch, his head leaned on the pillow. You bent over and kissed his lips. 

“Feel better Seungcheol-oppa(hyung)?”
“Definitely” He smiled, pulling you in his arms.

Vernon - Hansol:

He had taken you out on a date out in Seoul. You had been seeing eachother for two or three weeks now and you were just casually walking together, holding hands. Hansol stopped in front of a shop, just to look what was inside. You took action and pulled him in a tender kiss, surprising him at first but he quickly melted into it.

“Well, that was fun jagiya” 

Originally posted by hanwooz

Wonwoo:

He had been over to your house to kill a spider that was in the corner of the wall. You had called him over to come and kill it, and this sweet little guy came over to save the day. Once the killing was done, your first reflex was to kiss him. He didn’t hesitate to kiss you back and pull you tightly in his arms.

“I should come kill spiders more often” he smirked.

Originally posted by mc-gyu

Mingyu:

You had been practicing this collaboration with Mingyu for hours and when you finally got the whole choreography without any hesitation you jumped in joy at the end of the dance. He picked you up in his arms to spin you around with a huge grin planted on his face. Your lips instantly collided with eachother, your hands holding on the back of his neck. 

“Yes! Finally! I was waiting for this for SO long!” Was what he said when he put you back down.

Jeonghan:

You were relaxing after a dance practice with Jeonghan, sitting at the foot of the wall. You were both exhausted and laughing at nothing. You leaned your head on his shoulder and he dared a look on you with his toothy grin. Without second thought, you planted your lips on his sleepily, making him smile. 

“I think you’re tired jagi”

Joshua - Jisoo:

You had been seeing eachother for some time now and he wanted to present you to his parents the next time he would go to L.A. When he told you what he wanted to do, you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in a kiss, locking lips together. His hands held on the small of your back, pulling you close to him. 

“Wow, I love your kisses”

Seungkwan:

He was left kinda perplex about what had just happened with you. You were at a party with the lads and you came up to Seungkwan, clearly drunk and didn’t hesitate to just kiss him. YOLO right?

“Whoa Y/N-ah, uhm…maybe you should go to bed” He seemed hesitant, but he lowkey was screaming in joy on the inside.

DK - Seokmin:

You and Seokmin were best friends since your trainee years. You two were so close that people started wondering if you were together. Nothing happened between the two of you until you were in and interview at Weekly Idol with your group and with Seventeen. You played a game the two groups mixed and none of you thought of the camera, but the time seemed right. You kissed him before he thought about anything else. His cheeks went red but he had a huge smile on his face. 

“FINALLY!” Yelled Hansol in the background as the camera did a zoom on the kiss. 

Woozi - Jihoon:

You had followed him to a fan meet and signing but of course, you were kept in the background. But you decided to join the crowd, pretending to be a fangirl (which you were) and get some merch signed. You showed up to each one of the boys, playing around until you reached Jihoon. You bent over the table and pulled him by the collar into a tender kiss. When you pulled away, he had his cute smile on his face. 

“Well that was interesting” he chuckled.

Hoshi - Soonyoung:

During a V-Live you were doing with Soonyoung simply eating and chatting, you decided to play a game and the winner got to do whatever he wanted. You won the game, teasing Soonyoung as he was being a sore loser. You pulled him by the collar and kissed him. When you pulled away. 

“Are you done being a baby?” You asked him, chuckling. 

**reaction is the GIF**

Dino - Chan:

He was shocked when you pulled away, giving you his cute ass baby face. He was in awe and smiled for hours afterwards. You had kissed him during breakfast time that morning, no warning, anything. He was speechless for some time but he finally managed to get some words out of his mouth.

“Wow Y/N-ah!” Was all he could say.

The8 - Minghao:

During a party, you were getting dangerously close to Minghao. He was just fooling around. He didn’t think about anything serious that night, until you pulled him on you, attacking his lips with yours. He didn’t refuse the kiss and held on your hips tightly. He pulled away after a while and looked at you. 

“Isn’t it getting a little hot in here?” He chuckled, tugging on his vest.

Jun - Junhui:

You were watching a movie together back at the dorms. You were all curled up in a ball with Junhui on the couch. He seemed to be getting really into the movie, but you were more distracted by his face than anything else. 

“Hey Jun-oppa” You said to make his face move to look at you
“Yeah?” he answered but all you did was kiss him gently, locking your lips with his. When you pulled away, you apologized and blushed.

“Well, I didn’t tell you to stop jagiya” he said before pulling you back in a kiss.

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~ Marie, xxx

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Okay Anon, here it is. Side note: I had definitely wet my panties after writing this. 

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It was well after 11am on a Saturday. Most on-duty members were already well into their shifts and the dauntless compound was buzzing with energy as other members went about their own weekend activities. As a senior member of Dauntless, you had the liberty to take the day off as well, but this Saturday was going to be much different than all the other Saturdays you had experienced before. 

You passed the pit and walked towards the stairs leading to the apartments; you had woken up earlier this morning to talk Tori for the last time before “it” happened, she was still cynical about it but offered you the support you had hoped she would. Not everybody liked Eric tough, straight forward, and dry character, but it was mostly because they just didn’t want to put up with it, unlike you. You were what most people called abrupt and blunt, but hey, you did and said what was necessary, even if it meant “hurting” others. 

You walked up the stairs and headed north towards the leaders’ section, your steps became more confident as you neared his door. You knocked twice before he opened the door with a stern look on his face. 

“Good morning, Eric.” You said as he moved aside to let you in. He closed the door behind you and followed you towards the leaving room. You stood there with your head held high confidently.

“Is there anything you would like to drink?” He said with the same stern face and his hands clasped in front of him.

“No, thanks. I’m fine.” You assured him.

“So?” He raised an eyebrow and waited for your answer.

“Let’s just get to it okay? I trust you with this.” You told him as you looked right into his eyes. 

“Okay, bedroom’s that way,” he motioned towards a door to the right of the living room. 

You turned your back to him and walked towards the door. He followed you in. You looked back at him as he took a sit onto a chair in front of his desk. He was waiting for you to make a move. You kind of appreciated that, he was allowing you to do this in your own pace, at least to some extent. You kicked off your shoes and put them aside. 

You looked up, caught his eyes, and started undressing. Taking off you black jacket and top to reveal your red lace bra, his eyes still locked to yours. You moved your hands lower and unbuttoned your pants, pulling it down to reveal the matching underwear. You folded your clothes and put them on the coffee table.

“I think you should lose the lingerie, it’s easier that way.” Eric said in a monotone voice. 

“Why? Don’t tell me it doesn’t turn you on a bit Eric,” you said jokingly. 

“We’re not here to get turned on Y/N,” he sent you a knowing glance. “I respect you as a potential leader, and admire your bravery, there are not many women in Dauntless who would think so freely about sex,”

“I know right? Like what does a piece of skin between my legs have to do with anything else in my life?” You shrugged as you sat on his bed. 

“Virginity is a stupid concept the old world used to suppress the most basic of human desires. Erudite scientists have already proven it to be as fake and useless as all their other ideas. like fucking democracy…What a joke.” He sounded surprised, as if he couldn’t believe the stupidity of the old world.

“I’m glad you think the same way, I know we don’t get to work together a lot and don’t know much about each other, but I appreciate having you here, as big of a pain in the ass you may be with your stoic posture and behaviour all the time, that’s why I thought to ask you to do this. I knew you’d want to get it over with as much as me.” You waited for a reaction. 

“Okay then, let’s get to business,” He got up and took off his vest. “The lingerie’s got to go Y/N,” 

You reached back and unclasped your bra as he took of his shirt. You couldn’t help but appreciate his body. You took off your panties and waited for him to finish. Once he was naked he turned and looked at you. 

“So I was thinking maybe you could tell me what you want, I’m not used to doing this kind of stuff kindly or you know…”

“Um, I don’t have much or I mean ANY experience doing this so…” You just lowered yourself on the bed and lay on your back, and move up a bit and put your head on a pillow. “Just do what you do with the rest Eric,”

“Are you wet?” He asked as he stood at the bottom of the bed looking at me. He was already semi-hard and rubbing himself to get ready for me. 

“What? No Eric what the fuck?”

“I didn’t mean it like that, I’ll just slip in easier if you’re wet. It’ll be easier for you too. You’re probably too tight down there already and we’ll need as much help as we can get, we both gotta be ready” He explained pointing at his own dick. His dick was glorious. It was almost 10 inches long and thick, surrounded by dark blonde bush. He kept rubbing it, his eyes were full of animalistic lust and he was getting impatient, but he was in full control of himself, typical Eric. 

“Ah why is this so complicated,” you huffed.

“Don’t tell me you have never masturbated before,” he raised an eyebrow in question. 

“I have Eric BUT…”

“Okay so just lean back and start rubbing your clit,” He said simply.  

You moved your hands towards your pussy, and to your own surprised found a pull of pussy juice ready to be released from behind your pussy lips. You found your clit and pressed on it with two fingers; you looked up at Eric and found him rubbing below his shaft. He was almost hard now. You shut your eyes and started rubbing your clit in circles. The sensation made you bite your lower lip and move your other hand to your nipples. You kept rubbing yourself and rolling your nipples between your fingers. You let out a whimper and opened your eyes. He was looking straight back at you now. With darks eyes and a mean look on his face, rubbing his chest with one hand while continuing to pleasure himself with the other. 

“I need you to come Y/N, your body needs to be relaxed so I can do my job properly,” He commanded.

“Ahhhh…” you moaned.

“I need you to rub yourself with more force Y/N,” he said.

Your fingers sped up and moved the wetness all over your pussy. Your walls started contracting as you bit your lips and swallowed a moan. You pushed your eyes closed and let your body ride out the waves of your orgasm. You opened your eyes as you calmed down and found Eric staring at you with an amused look, his cock still in his hands. 

“I think we can get to work now,” He leapt towards you and moved up the bed on all fours. You turned your face to the side to avoid looking at him and clenched your fists as you started feeling the warmth of his body over you as he moved between your legs. He first lowered his whole body until he had his face in the crook of your neck. You could smell his spicy yet cold scent, and his chest was almost touching your hard nipples.

Your neck was quiet uncomfortable so you decided to turn your neck to the other side, and that was when you caught his eyes trying to readjust yourself on the pillow. You looked right into his eyes and he stared back. Suddenly, you felt something pour down in your belly, and held your breath. 

“Eric I can’t, we shouldn’t. I mean I don’t want to see you when you do it,” You complained.” 

He lift himself using his strong, toned arms. You could see his leadership maze tattoos now. He looked down at you with a stern look and sat back.

“Turn around and lay down on your belly,” He commanded. You looked at him in surprise and gathered yourself after a few seconds. You list your hips and turned around, grabbing the metal headboard.

He pushed your legs together and straddled your back. He was almost sitting on your thighs just below your ass. You could feel his thick cock pressing against your ass.

“I will need to touch you Y/N,” He said. It was almost as if he was asking for your permission. 

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Eric you’re going to fuck me for God’s sake, of course you can touch me,” you sounded a bit agitated. “You are allowed to touch me, yes.”

And with that he grabbed your hips and raised your ass towards his crotch. He started kneading your chicks in his hands, moving one hand up your spine to hold a shoulder. He used his other hand to move your ass chicks aside so he could access your pussy and touched you with his fingers. He played with the entrance of your vagina and got a bit of your pussy juice on his fingers. Then he moved his hands to his dick and rubbed his dick again, using your cum as a lubricant.  

“Here we go,” he said as he put his tip on your entrance and used his hands to guide him forward. His dick burned through your entrance and stretched your small hole, he did not hesitate to go all the way in a swift thrust forward past your barrier, and then stayed still. You curled your toes and bit into the pillow under your face to hide a scream. His grip on your shoulder tightened as he moved a bit back and then forward full force. You could swear you heard his balls slap your thighs.

“Ah shitttt…” You heard him hiss as he started to continue his movement in and out of your pussy. You were stinging down there and could feel his balls hit your thighs as he moved himself within you. Eric was losing his shit over your tight pussy. His breath was ragged and he was kneading your ass with his free hand, you knew he would leave bruises there. 

You started to moan as you got used to his consistent movement. “Mhmm fuck, Eric,” you said as you lift your head up and arched your back. Suddenly, his hand moved away form your shoulder and grabbed your neck and pushed you forward into the pillow. He sped up his movement and started slapping your butt with his other hand. You could hear him groan and rumble with every thrust. “Ah shit, fuck,” you couldn’t think about anything anymore.

The only thing you could see was your own hand clinging to the bed frame, the only sounds you could hear were his groans and the bed rocking. You were sweating. He grabbed your hair and wrapped it around his wrist and turned your head to the side. He lowered his torso just enough to see your face. He wasn’t good at communicating during sex, so he was checking to see if you were alright. After reassuring himself, he turned your face towards the bed frame and held his grip on your neck. 

He pumped in and out of you like a rabbit from behind with both his legs on either side of you. Your own legs were stuck together with sweat and you could feel his every single movement, in and out of your tight pussy, up and down your thighs. He was moving at the speed of light. In and out, in and out, in and out. 

You felt your pussy starting to clench around his cock as a knot formed in your lower stomach. Your pussy walls started to stroke his cock, and he muttered swear words under his breath. You were loosing your vision as he fucked your brains into oblivion with each thrust. He started to thrusting with his whole body as he neared his own climax.

You felt like losing your mind as your pussy started to clench almost non-stop around his thick dick. You were panting and biting your lips as you got closer to your orgasm, he kept up his fast pace, not caring at all about anything but driving his dick into your warm, wet pussy. You let out a short scream as your cum gushed out of your pussy, and rode out your orgasm with his dick still pumping you. You let go of your body and he grabbed both your hips and pulled your ass towards him with each thrust. His thrusts became shorter and faster and he pushed his nails into your hips as he came with loud, animalistic grunts. 

He stayed silent and still for a few moments before pulling out of you slowly and pulling himself up. You rest your head on his pillow and relaxed. You heard his bathroom door open and close, and then a faucet opening. He came out after a few minutes, you could hear him put on his clothes so you turned and lied on your back. 

He moved  to the side of the bed and bent down, with his hands on his knees. Then he moved his right hand down towards your thighs and pushed your left leg open. He moved further down the bed and examines your pussy. 

He noticed streams of blood and cum all over your pussy. He looked up into your eyes with a joyful but predatory look in his own, and smiled with satisfaction.

“Your cherry has definitely been popped Y/N.” 

Midnight Masquerade - Part 2

Originally posted by jeongguk

Genre: Angst | Fluff | Vampire! AU

Synopsis: Your best friend drags you into attending a masquerade ball with her, only to abandon you in the middle of the strange dance. Standing alone in the midst of a flurry of people, the events that play out here change the course of your life; only to leave you wondering; who is under the mask? 

Pairing: Reader x BTS

Word count: 1,140

Warnings: Brief mentions of blood.

Series: Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10

(A/N: Ah, I’m much more satisfied with this part than Part 1 :) Read until the end for a cliffhanger *evil laugh*)


Previously…

He gestured his arm out to you, the smirk never leaving his face, as he asked, “May I have this dance, princess?”


You let the stranger lead you by the hand into a large, open area, where couples were slow dancing, gazing into each others’ eyes, seeming almost enamoured with each other. Glancing around at the huge hall, you observed the eerie beauty of everyone there, from how they held themselves, to the way they elegantly glided across, to their strangely pale, almost translucent skin.

Reaching the centre of the open area, you stopped, your attention focused back onto the silver-haired stranger, who was still holding onto your hand. He too, was strangely pale, yet also eerily beautiful from the sparkle that danced around in his chocolate brown eyes, to the way his fringe fell into his eyes every now and then. “Shall we dance?” He asked, one hand moving to rest on your waist, while the other hand guided your own to his shoulder. Taking his hand in yours, the two of you began to move your feet to the soft piano playing in the background, your eyes studying the mask covering his face. It was embroidered with the same intricate silver patterns on his tuxedo, and like yours, it covered everything but his eyes, lips and chin.

“You’re new. I’ve never seen you around before,” he mused, with a curious tone in his voice. “You’re not from around here, are you?”

“No…” You replied, doubtfully. “I just came along with my friend to this… ball. She didn’t want to go alone, and I was the only one who she really thought of taking along with her, seeing as she doesn’t exactly have a boyfriend…” you rambled, the stranger’s eyes lighting up with amusement and curiosity.

“Interesting…” One corner of his plump lips curled upwards in a mischievous smirk, as he tucked your hair behind your ear, leaning in and whispering, “You’re a pretty one. This should be interesting.” His voice dripped with seduction, causing you to shiver slightly. “Ah, but I didn’t introduce myself, did I? How rude of me. You can call me Jimin.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but as you stared into his eyes, the words almost seemed to get stuck in your throat.

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to play with your food?” An alluring voice came from behind the two of you, causing Jimin to sigh, almost in disappointment and annoyance at being interrupted. He rolled his eyes in dismay, his hand dropping from your waist, as he turned around to face the owner of the voice, one eyebrow raised in a perfect arch. Standing in front of you in an almost protective stance, he blocked your view of this new person, and you craned your neck in an attempt to see. Realising you weren’t going to be able to see anything this way, you gently pushed Jimin to the side, stepping forward to face the new person in front of you.

The stranger stood there, a devilish smile on his face. His hair was blonde, with a fringe that constantly fell into his eyes. Similar to Jimin, he was wearing a tuxedo with golden patterns swirling around the bottom of the jacket, paired with a black shirt. His piercing eyes shone through his gold embroidered mask, as he looked you up and down, the smirk never leaving his face. Jimin seemed to shoot daggers at the blonde stranger with his eyes, clearly annoyed by his sudden appearance. 

“What?” The blonde one inquired. “Do you mean to tell me you wanted to keep her all to yourself? Oh, Jimin.” He shook his head, a wry smile on his face. “Haven’t you ever heard of the phrase, sharing is caring?” The stranger held his hand out, palm facing upwards, beckoning to you. Jimin continued to silently stare at the stranger, his fists clenched in frustration. The blonde stranger chuckled darkly. “I’ll return her to you afterwards, I’m not exactly going to kidnap her… yet.” He said with a playful tone, winking as Jimin sighed, brushing his hair out of his eyes before finally replying, with a warning tone, “Okay fine. Just don’t get too carried away…" 

You simply stood there during the whole exchange between the two, your head spinning as you tried to comprehend what was going on. You weren’t usually the passive type, but something about their eyes, maybe it was that sparkle, caused to become frozen in place, your mind focused only on them. A shiver ran down your spine, as you wondered what exactly you had gotten yourself into.

**

You stood by a long table which seemed to stretch out for miles. It was piled with foods of every kind, every single type of fruit you could think of, along with many, many types of dishes from starters to main courses to desserts. You sipped at a cup of tea, cringing slightly at the bitter, metallic taste. The mysterious, seductive front that the blonde stranger, who you learned was named Taehyung, had up beforehand, was long replaced by his actual childish personality, grinning away as you casually talked. In the short time that you had spent with Taehyung, you had since relaxed, no longer feeling as tense and anxious as you had before. All thought about finding Mina had since left your mind, as you felt yourself drawn to Taehyung, not once taking your eyes off him.

“You know, I like you.” Taehyung sipped at his tea, grinning when he looked back up at you. “You’re much more fun than the… others.” You giggled, feeling almost like you were in a sort of trance, and so you didn’t question what he meant by the word others, simply assuming he was referring to the other women elegantly gliding past the two of you. 

You were so enamoured by this man you had just met, that you didn’t notice the table beside you being cleared, instead a large coffin-like case being placed on top. You didn’t notice as people began to gather around the table, their eyes lighting up in pure hunger and thirst as they sat down by the table.

It wasn’t until Taehyung himself turned around to glance at the case, his smile turning downwards in a worried frown, as almost as if he realised what was happening, that you followed his gaze and finally realised.

You clamped your hand to your mouth in an attempt to stop yourself from screaming, as you saw your best friend sprawled across, the blood seemingly drained from her face, her lifeless eyes wide open, staring up into nothingness. Blood was dripping from a deep bite wound in her neck, her cream coloured dress stained with red. Tears began to spill from your eyes, rolling down your face in quick succession, as it dawned on you; your best friend, your only friend, was well and truly dead.

First-Hand Adorableness

Fandom - Supernatural

Characters - Dean, Gabriel, Cas

Summary - Cas rarely stops telling Gabriel about Dean. Gabriel wants to witness this so called ‘adorableness’ first hand.

Dean lay on the motel bed, his earphones in, eyes closed, Metallica blasting into his ears. He didn’t hear the sudden flutter of wings, and suddenly feeling something surround him did NOT cause him to let out a small scream and fall off of the bed, of course.

“What the-” Dean groaned from the floor, reaching over to grab his phone and earphones back, not registering a certain trickster grinning at him from the bed, wings outstretched behind him, glowing and golden.

“Hey Dean-o!”

Dean turned his head towards the sound of greeting. “Gabriel? That was your wings on me? It was YOU?”

“No. I just coincidentally happened to turn up directly after whatever you’re referring to happened. Yes, it was me. Anymore stupid questions?”

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anonymous asked:

Bruce Wayne x Reader with number 17. from the angsty promptlist. With a happy endig please?

Prompt: 17. “Get your hands off her.”

Warnings: lol it’s shit

A/N: I’m so sorry that this took so long.

I was frozen to the spot. Well- not that I really had much of a choice. The Joker had me tied up and pushed up against the edge of ledge just a foot above where his hyenas were jumping up. They snapped at my ankles and I whimpered. 

“Aw, Y/n doll no need to fret.” His voice made me want to curl up into a ball and weep, “Batsy seems to like you so I wouldn’t worry too much.”

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anonymous asked:

Since you like hurt/comfort. How would johnny comfort Ashi as their adopted daughter?

Johnny peeked around the door once again, trying to be as sneaky as possible. Ashi sighed, putting her head in her hands.

“Dad, I know you’re there.”

“Oh, uh, just passing through you know,” Johnny said nervously stepping into Ashi’s room. “What’s wrong chickadee?”

“Nothing,” Ashi scooted back into her bed and lay down on her side facing away from Johnny, curling into a ball.

“Is someone bullying ya? I’ll knock ‘em flat,” Johnny said, throwing a few mock punches.

“Dad…” Ashi couldn’t help but giggle even in her bad mood. “I’m just…having an off day.”

“Ah, I see…” Johnny said thoughtfully. “….ya wanna…go hang out with the puppies at the animal shelter again?”

Ashi perked up slightly at the mention of the activity her and Johnny had done whenever she was sad since she was six years old. She tried to keep her face sullen but Johnny could see from her eyes she was feeling a little bit better just at the thought of animals.

“I guess that might be okay,” Ashi said.

Focus

Author’s note: Inspired by @wigglywormy post
AS PROMISEEED. Dang, y'all were thirsty for KenHina lol. This was in my drafts for sooooohooo long though omg. I think I started writing this, like, three or four months ago and I was finally able to finish this I’m so happy alsdfjasdfsd

Summary: Hinata keeps losing at his videogame and Kenma has an idea on how to get him more focused.  


Usually weekends were filled with endless hours of sleeping in, hanging out with friends, watching movies, generally pretending school didn’t exist and trying to beat your boyfriend’s highscore. And failing.

Hinata was no exception as he was sitting in said boyfriend’s living room, aggressively pressing the buttons of the PS4 controller and yelling at the screen. The aforementioned boyfriend, Kenma, was sitting on the couch behind him (Hinata had decided to sit on the floor to get closer to the screen), playing his own game on his phone and sneaking in a few glances every now and then.

Both of them were well aware of the fact that Hinata was a very talented person. When it came to volleyball that is. It wasn’t like he was bad at gaming per se—

“Ack! I died again!”

Okay, yeah, he was pretty bad. Hinata was stuck on level 3 and Kenma didn’t really know what else to do other than to sit there and watch. This time he was going to try to figure out why Hinata kept dying in this level so he locked his phone and laid it down on the couch.

Like he did every time he lost another round, Hinata fiddled around with his controller a bit, shook his head, let out a loud battle cry and pressed the “start again” button. His character calmly stood in the middle while the monsters started appearing around him and Hinata did this cute little thing where he leaned closer to the screen as if he was trying to intimidate it and mumbled something along the lines of, “Bring it on, I’m ready for you.”

Kenma barely noticed the corners of his lips curling up at the scene.

“START!” appeared in the middle and Hinata cried out again as he started attacking the buttons with his thumbs. The protagonist ran towards a random monster to the right and started attacking it with their weapon, blatantly hitting it over and over again until it ran out of HP. Meanwhile, the other monsters kept hitting him as well, causing Hinata to constantly lose HP and Kenma frowned.

“Shouyou.”

“Yeah?!” Hinata yelled as if Kenma wasn’t sitting right behind him.

“Use more magic and don’t focus on just one monster.”

“Got it!” 

Eh, at least it helped to a certain extent. Instead of dying after one sloppy minute, he kept dying after a solid two. But Hinata being, well, Hinata, refused to give up and decided to keep trying. Kenma leaned back with a sigh, on one hand admiring his determination but on the other hand annoyed at himself that he couldn’t help him.

… Wait.

From the corner of his eye, Kenma saw a blinking blue light coming from Hinata’s phone and that Hinata kept looking at in between hits. So that was the real reason he couldn’t win this round. It was true that Hinata was easily distracted, hell, sometimes Hinata got distracted when they were kissing because of a bird flying by (“Ooooh! Did you see that, Kenma? It flew by like whoosh, wow! I wish I could fly like that!”).

It was a serious issue so Kenma would probably need to take drastic measures. 

“GAME OVER” bright yellow letters screamed for the umpteenth time and Hinata threw himself onto the floor with a dramatic sigh.

“You’re distracted,” Kenma spoke up and Hinata looked up at him without moving his head, silently asking him to continue. “I’ve an idea on how to get you more focused.”

Hinata practically jumped up and bounced over to the couch. “For real? Tell me, tell me!”

“I noticed that other things keep distracting you so you gotta make sure the game is your number one priority no matter what. It took me a while before I could talk to others and game at the same time and I’m sure you can do that as well, but you’re not at that level yet,” Kenma explained quietly and Hinata nodded every few seconds with a little hum. “So I’m gonna test if you can zone in on the game no matter what. See it as a training of some sorts.”

“You’re so observant, Kenma!” Hinata marveled, his eyes almost popping out of his head. “Yeah, let’s do it! I got this!”

As usual, Hinta was obviously very excited to try this so he sat back down, ready to start a new round. The small smile was back on Kenma’s face as he got up from the couch to sit behind Hinata who seemed confused at this, but didn’t say anything. He made himself comfortable by spreading his legs and aligning them with his boyfriend’s and pressing so close that their bodies were almost touching.

At first, Kenma just watched Hinata play for a while, waiting for the right moment to strike. Just like Kenma had advised him to do, Hinata used some magic and tried to hit multiple monsters at the same time while also jumping out of the way.

Then, Kenma laid his hands on Hinata’s bare knees, startling him.

“O-oi…” was the small mumble he got in response, but Kenma didn’t say anything in return.

Anticipation was also part of his plan, after all. His hands simply stayed there, not moving one inch. Hinata hadn’t lost yet, which was definitely a good sign, and Kenma liked to believe it was because he was trying even harder now since he knew he was being judged.

Very thankful for the fact that Hinata was dressed in shorts, Kenma slowly moved his hands down to the back of the knees, making sure that his nails lightly touched the skin while he did so, and as expected, a loud shriek filled the air.

“Gah! That really tickles!” Hinata huffed and tried to shuffle away, which Kenma had also expected so he quickly wrapped an arm around his middle to pull him back against his chest.

“That’s the point.”

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Gone: Chapter Eight

What do you do when you’re left with just the aftermath?


Reader x Sehun
Angst, Fluff

You didn’t sleep anymore. You went through the motions, getting ready for bed, but you couldn’t even feign sleep. Your thoughts twisted around everything that you had done. 

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Dance With Me

* Philip Hamilton × Reader
* 358: You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes
* Hamiltime

A/N: Yay for curing my writer’s block! I hadn’t written Philip again so I decided to do that. A few things though, it was common for women to faint when wearing corsets. Also, Jefferson did in fact have a son named Easton with a slave in his house. Anyways, enjoy!


To say Philip Hamilton was annoying was an understatement. Every one said he took after his father, who also had trouble holding his tounge. However, because your father was a Senator your family was close to the Hamiltons. Because of this you were practically required to go their social gatherings.

So you had to deal with frocks and dresses and of course Philip when the Hamiltons were holding a ball. Your mom pulled the strings to your corset tighter. You hated the tightness but women were supposed to be slim, so you had to wear the corset. Your hair was already pulled back and curled. All you had to do was slip your dress on and you and you parents would head to the Hamiton’s for the evening.

The dance was in full swing by the time you arrived. Your parents departed to go speak to Mr and Mrs Hamilton. That left you to wander aimlessly looking for someone to speak to.

“Ah Y/N L/N.” Came a voice from behind you. You turned to find Philip Hamilton. His curly hair was hanging down to his shoulders and framing his face. Freckles were scattered on his cheeks. He had on a new suit. If you didn’t know how annoying he was, you would say he was attractive. “Lovely to see you again. So nice of you to join us.” He had a smirk on his face.

“You know I had no choice in the matter Hamilton.” You gave him a glare but it only made me chuckle with amusement. Since you basically grew up alongside Philip, you were the only one who could put up with him all night. Girls would come up to speak to him but eventually he’d offend them or bore them.

He was attractive and a flirter but in the end, it was all talk. You don’t think he’d ever even had an interest in courting anyone. If he did he clearly wasn’t brave enough to ask yet.

“Y/N, would you mind honoring me with a dance?” Philip asked you. He held out a hand for you to take.

“I suppose I can suffer through a dance or two with you.” You joked. So you placed your hand in his and he led you to the dance floor. You spun and twirled and laughed. Philip may be annoying but he was still a friend and always ensured you had a good time.

Eventually Philip led you off the dance floor as you both needed a break. You were starting to hate your corset. It was getting hard to breathe with how tight it was. “Y/N are you alright?” Philip asked you.

“Not really. I’m a bit light headed.” You admitted.

“Do you need to lie down?” He asked, looking at you in concern. You tired to say no but instead you had to keep taking deep breaths. You needed to get your damn corset off. You placed a hand on his shoulder for support as the room started spinning. Philip was trying to talk to you but you couldn’t focus on his words. Dark spots were appearing in your vision. “Y/N!” You heard Philip shout before everything went black.

You groaned. You didn’t remember what really happened. You remember getting to the ball and that’s it. You forced your eyes open. You were laying down, most likely somewhere in the Hamiltons house as nothing in your vision looked familiar. You turned you head and saw Philip sitting beside you.

“Y/N! Your awake!” He said happily.

“What happened?” You asked pushing yourself up.

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” He said with a smirk.

“Ha ha.” You said with no humor. “I suppose I should thank you for being there to catch me when I fainted though.”

“Yeah you should.” He responded.

“Thank you Philip.” You said sincerely. “I’m going to go and ask my parents if I can head home. I don’t feel much up to dancing or socializing.” You stood up from the fainting couch Philip had laid you on. He stood up and accompanied you back into the ballroom.

“Oh good you’re awake. Feeling better I hope?” You mom asked as you approached.

“A bit yeah. But I was wondering if I may go home. I don’t feel like staying.” You told her.

“Oh but I don’t want you walking back alone, especially at this hour.”

“I’ll escort her.” Philip offered.

“Oh we don’t want to inconvenience you.” You mother protested.

“Please it’s no trouble.” Philip countered. “I’d be honored. Besides, I’d hate for Y/N to have to stay if she isn’t feeling well.”

“Only of you’re sure.” Your mother told him.

“I’m absolutely sure.” He said with a nod. He turned to you. “I’m going to tell my father where I’m going alright? Then we’ll leave.” You nodded at him.

“Thank you Philip.” You told him. He smiled at you and headed to find his father.

“Well that’s awfully nice of him.” Your mom commented.

“He’s a good guy, that’s all.” You shrugged.

“Oh well I’m sure there’s more to it than that.” Your mom said.

You gave her a confused look. “What do you mean?” However, before your mom answered Philip was back.

“Alright. Shall we go?” He asked.

“Oh, of course.” He offered you his arm and you rolled you eyes but slipped you arm through his anyway.

As soon as you stepped outside you took an deep breath of fresh air. “There were way too many people in there.” You said.

“Well I could’ve been a result of dancing too. I really should have considered you and taken a break sooner.” Philip said.

“Philip, it’s fine. I was having fun.”

“You were?” He asked.

“Yes. I love dancing no matter how difficult it is with a corset.” You both fell into companionable silence. “Thank you again Philip.” You said after a beat.

“For what?” He asked.

“Oh just everything tonight. Catching me, staying with me while I was passed out, and now this. I’m sure I’ve ruined your night.”

“Oh no trust me you’ve improved it.” He told you.

“How? You’ve been inconvenienced by me so many times tonight.”

“Well I’d spending time with you, my only real friend, or any number of girls wanting a dance. Not too mention shaking hands with all the politicians my father invited. I’d rather be out of there.”

“Huh.” You said.

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing it’s just I don’t really enjoy those parties either. So many people and politicians like you said. And then you’re the only person I actually know or would enjoy talking to.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He said.

“What do you mean by that?” You asked.

“You’ll see.” He said with a smile. “Well here we are.” He walked you up the steps to your door.

“Thank you again Philip.” You smiled and pulled him into a hug. He was startled before he relaxed and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Enjoy the rest of the ball.” You told him after you pulled out of the embrace.

“Ah please, I’ll probably just retire to my room. Say this walk exhausted me or something. Besides, my favorite guest is gone.” He said and playfully shoved your shoulder.

“Goodnight Philip.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

Life went on was usual and eventually your parents wanted to have a celebration. Who knows what they were celebrating, but hold parties is what wealthy people did. So you got a new dress and your mom was lacing it up as you started at your reflection in a floor length mirror.

“Your corset isn’t too tight this time I hope.” You mom said, looking at you in the mirror.

“No its fine. I feel like I can actually breath.”

“There perhaps its too lose.” She joked. You smiled and looked at your reflection again. You hair was in an elegant bun with a few curled strands framing your face. Your mother insisted on wearing a bit of makeup. You only put on enough to accent your features. Your mom finished with the laces and placed her hands on your shoulders and looked at your reflection. “You look beautiful.” She told you.

“Thank you.” You said.

“I’m serious. You get that from me you know.” She said jokingly, pulling a light laugh from you.

People were quickly filling your home and you were already bored. You had gotten many complements tonight and had a few offers to danced. In an effort to be ladylike you accepted them all but only danced a single dance with them. However one man wouldn’t let you be.

Easton Hemings. Easton was a child Jefferson had with a slave hand in his home. You don’t know how your parents managed to befriend both the Jeffersons and the Hamiltons but they did. You were more confused how the two managed to attend these gatherings without fighting.

“Please one more dance Y/N.” Easton was asking.

“Easton I apologize but I need a break. Last time I pushed my limits and fainted, I don’t wish to experience that again.”

“One more dance can’t hurt. Come on.” He pleaded.

“She said no, Hemings.” You heard a voice from behind you. You turned to find Philip standing there.

“I believe she can speak for herself, Hamilton.” Easton spat back. These men were just like their fathers.

“Well my answer is in fact no. Now if you’ll excuse me.” You said and turned from him and began walking away. Philip was trailing behind you. “When did you get here?” You asked.

“A while back but you know how it is. Hands to shake and people to talk to. I glanced over and saw Hemings bothering you.” He shrugged.

“Well thank you. I couldn’t get him to leave me alone.”

“Wanna make him mad?” He asked. You gave him a confused look. “He’ll probably leave you alone.” He added.

“What did you have in mind?” You asked. Philip just held a hand out in an invitation to dance. You laughed and placed you hand in his. Philip led you in the dance and purposefully danced in Easton’s line of sight. You stopped after two songs not wanting to risk fainting.

Philip led you off the dance floor with a smile. “Shall we get some fresh air?” He asked.

“That’d be nice.” You answered. You both walked out of the dance hall and over to a door to your back lawn. You threw the doors open and stepped out.

“Glad your still awake do far.” Philip joked before he added seriously, “You look beautiful.” You blushed and looked down at your feet. “So you don’t like dances, I figured I’d get an excuse for you to leave for a bit.”

“Thank you Philip.” You smiled.

And he continued doing just that. Every time you were both at a gathering he’d find a way for you to leave for awhile. That doesn’t mean he was any less annoying, but it was more bearable. In fact, you may even look forward to seeing him.

He tried being to events early so you weren’t stuck dancing with people you didn’t like. You were at another event and saw the Hamiltons come in but hadn’t seen Philip yet. He walked in with them but quickly walked off alone. You walked up to Eliza.

“Excuse me.” You said to get her attention. Eliza had become like an aunt to you.

“Oh hello Y/N. You look lovely tonight.” She said with a warm smile.

“Thank you.” You told her. “I was wondering if you knew where Philip wandered off to.”

“He said something about speaking with your father.” She answered.

“About what?” You asked.

“I’m not sure.” She replied. You thanked her and walked off looking for your father. You spotted him eventually and sure enough he was speaking to Philip. Philip was smiling happily while you father was also sporting a small smile. Your father grabbed Philip’s hand and shook it. You were going to walk up and talk to them before you were stopped.

“Y/N.” It was Easton yet again. “Can I bother you for a dance?”

“Not now Easton.” You shook him off, forgetting manners in your confusion.

“That was awfully rude to do.” He commented. You paused.

“So?” You asked.

“Well I’d hate for people to learn your parents raised such an improper and rude young women. It’d smudge their name and any ruin a few chances of marriage for you.” He smirked. “Of course there’d be a few more lies in there to add to the story but you know my father could pull off getting something like that in a paper.”

You stepped closer and glared at him. “Then you can explain to Jefferson that the reason he stopped receiving invitations to these parties was the fault of his bastard son.” You spat.

His face changed from one of smugness to anger. “You sure you don’t want to take that back?” He asked.

“Positive.” You said.

“My father can ruin you’re entire family in minutes.” He threatened.

“Then go run to your daddy.” Philip said coming up behind you. “Just remember, he’d be destroying the name of a famous Senator. And what would happen to him if it was found to all be lies? Nothing good, and all because you got shot down for a dance. Grow up Easton.”

Easton glared at the both of you before turning and walking off. “Thank you so much!” You told Philip.

“Y/N, may I speak to you? Privately I mean.” He asked nervously.

“Sure.” You said before you guys left the room and all the guests behind.

“Y/N I really don’t know how to go about this. I suppose I could have prepared something but I’m so nervous I would have forgotten it anyway.” He was rambling, something you’ve never seen a Hamilton do.

“Philip what do you want to say?” You asked.

“I want to say that I asked your father for permission and he was pleased and granted me the privilege to ask you if I’d be able to court you?”

You froze. Philip was your friend, your best and only true friend. However maybe he had slowly become more, so slowly you didn’t realize it. You enjoyed his presence and missed him when he was absent. You enjoyed dancing with him and look forward to the moment he would arrive to a gathering.

Philip was still looking at you expectantly. You smiled at him. “Philip, of course.” You asked.

He smiled and lunged forward to pull you into a hug. He pulled back and you felt the air around you two shift. He was staring at you and slowly leaned in. Your eyes fluttered closed as he pressed his lips to yours. He pulled away, eyes still closed. It was as if all of a sudden he realized what had happened.

“Y/N I’m so sorry! That was extremely improper of me!” He said hastily.

“Philip, I’m not mad at all. It’s fine.” You said with a smile. He smile relieved that he hadn’t blown his chance already. You leaned closer and pressed a short kiss to his lips. “Now, shall we go dance?”

“I’d like that very much.”

Signs when the water is too hot/too cold

*jumps out so high kangaroos would be jealous*: Gemini, Scorpio, Aquarius, Sagittarius

*curls into a ball*: Pisces, Virgo, Capricorn, Leo

*stays as far as possible from the water until the temperature is right*: Libra, Cancer, Taurus, Aries

Kinky Anderson

Request Prompt: Ron Anderson smut? Please 😭 where he gets turned on when he watches you slice walkers’ heads off 😍 much love to you 💋 -Anon

Pairing: Ron Anderson x Reader

Warning: Smut

I sighed as I wondered why I decided to bring Ron outside the gate. Oh yeah, because he didn’t want me going by myself. I muffled a laugh when he nearly tripped over a dead walker as we ventured through the forest.

“You’re such a girl.”, I teased and he scoffed.

“Whatever, I am not.”, he mumbled as we approached an abandoned cabin.

“I remember passing this before we first got here.”, I said walking into the cabin.

“Y/N! You can’t just walk in there.”, Ron called out quietly.

“What? I changed your mind about being a girl?”, I asked in a playful tone causing him to sigh.

“I swear you’re something else.”, he commented as we explored the empty space. I walked through the kitchen looking through cabinets and draws for useful supplies.

“We shouldn’t be here.”, he started before being cut off by a loud thud. I pulled out my knife and stalked up the stairs ready to kill.

“Ron go close and secure the door.”, I told him and he walked to the front door. I heard the lock click as I made my way into the bathroom to see a badly injured walker lying in the bathtub. I scoffed as I plunged my knife into its head. It went limp as Ron walked into the bathroom and I turned to see him with a straight face.

“What? I couldn’t leave it there.”, I said shrugging my shoulders. At that time another walker appeared and I pushed it into the hallway. I wasted no time stabbing its skull letting it fall to the floor.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”, I asked confused as he stared at me with a dark expression.

“I must say you’re kinda hot when you kill walkers.”, he whispered and I arched an eyebrow.

“Kinda? Excuse me but I look smoking hot.”, I replied as his arms wrapped around my waist. I leaned into him while his hands slid to my ass.

“We don’t have all day.”, I muttered as he brought a hand to my face.

He lifted my chin to face him and our lips collided. His hand rested on the back of my neck as I moved into his lap. His tongue traced my bottom lip and I let out a soft moan giving him access. His hands slid down to my waist before he slowly pulled away looking into my eyes.

“Then we’ll have to hurry up then.”, he replied leading me to the bedroom in the cabin. He closed the door with a smirk as I giggled.

His lips found mine once more before my back hit the bed with his body leaning over mine. His fingers danced across the hem of my shirt before pulling away to slid it off. He sat back to take off his shirt as I took in his form. I bit my lip as he began leaving soft kisses down my neck. I arched my back when I felt a soft nibble on my shoulder while my pants and panties drifted down my legs.

“Are you sure about this? We could get in trouble for being out here in the first place.”, he whispered.

“I know that. Just take me already.”, I mumbled rubbing my thighs together.

“Don’t worry babe. I’ll take care of you.”, he smirked.

I shut my eyes as his lips grazed against my stomach moving toward the place I wanted him most. He left a lingering kiss on my inner thigh.

“Ah.”, I moaned out with pleasure.

I could feel his smirk against my skin before he pulled my underwear down. He wiped his mouth before his tongue flicked my clit. My mouth formed an o as he began sucking before sliding two fingers inside me.

“Mhm.”, I moaned and he curled his fingers brushing against a certain spot inside me.

I arched off of the bed a while gripping the sheets in my balled fists. He kissed my aching clit before coming up to my lips. I eagerly kissed back before he pulled my legs apart. He gave one more questioning look causing me to nod with a smile as he took off his jeans. I gasped when he slid into me and threw his head back.

“You’re so tight baby.”, he moaned and I bit my lip.

“Ron please-”, I moaned as he kept his regular pace for about 5 minutes.

“Please what babe?”, he asked.

“Go faster.”, I whimpered and a small smirk played on his lips.

“You’re such a girl.”, he joked and a blush crept on my cheeks.

He held onto my hips as his thrusts sped up causing my breasts to bounce. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he fucked me. I felt my walls clench onto him as my orgasm neared. He leaned up to look me in the eyes again before burying his face in my neck. At that moment I felt my orgasm surge through me and I let out a loud moan. My legs fell to his sides unable to stay up as I went limp to regain my regular breathing. After a few more thrusts he came riding out his high.

“Shit.”, I cursed and he let out a chuckle. He rolled off of me, sitting up looking for his clothes while I laid still trying to get my breathing under control.

“What time is it?”, I asked reaching for my underwear as he buckled his pants.

“3:45 why?”, he replied and I sighed.

“What time does school get out?”, I asked him and he let out a sigh while running a hand through his hair.

“Mom is going to chew me out again.”, he mumbled and I giggled. He turned his head towards me before tackling me onto the bed. He placed a tender kiss on my lips before rolling us over to where I was on top. Our kiss finally broke as I slipped my bra straps over my shoulders.

“Come on I’ll try to talk your mom into not grounding you. Again.”, I smiled.

“That’s why I love you.”, he grinning kissing my forehead.

Bad days happen to everyone. Days where nothing seem to be going your way, where everything that can go wrong does, little cases of bad luck that build into a day of shit. Days where you just can’t shake that poor mindset, troubling thoughts that plague you and destroy even a perfectly good day, worries and concerns that make you start shaking and breaths come in short bursts.

When it comes to the Fake AH Crew, the first kind of bad days are just expected. Nothing goes as planned, everything is going to get fucked up, they always need to plan for the worst. But the second kind, when their minds are against them, can be some of the worst.

Gavin’s confident demeanor sometimes shatters as anxiety takes over, and he’s left nervous and unsure and shaky. It can sometimes strike midway through something he’s working on, and one of the other crew members will walk in to see Gavin curled up in a ball in his chair, staring blankly at his computer monitors. Gavin doesn’t talk much when it happens, and if he does it’s quiet and timid and peppered with apologizes and worried questions as to if he’s bothering whoever is sitting with him. Usually one of the crew just sits by Gavin, keeping him company and offering conversations he could join if he wanted to.

Jack doesn’t break down as noticeably as some of the others, but the crew still knows what to look for. Jack often worries they’re not doing enough for their crew, that they’re not pulling their weight or helping enough. This often prompts them to go overboard on helping, cleaning the penthouse, cooking, making sure everyone is okay and has everything they need, offering to complete errands and chores that someone else has. When it happens, the crew convinces Jack to take a break and sit back, and the guys do everything they can to give Jack a relaxing day and show their appreciation for them.

Ray often gets overwhelmed. Sounds, movement, things touching him, all of it comes in a wave of sensory overload. He ends up isolating himself, finding a quiet, dark corner and curling up. He tends to focus on his DS, something where he can control how much he hears or how bright it is or how much movement he’s watching. When the crew finds him, they leave him be and work to move around more quietly, turn down televisions or radios, and dim lights through the penthouse, so Ray feels more comfortable and less stressed.

Geoff gets hit with depression, stress and worries about his crew and their wellbeing springing up out of nowhere and embedding themselves in the back of his mind. These are the days Geoff actually abuses the alcohol, attempting to go past blackout drunk, to the point where alcohol poisoning can be a legitimate concern. He tries to drown out the voice in his head that tells him all about how his crew will die, while tears keep rolling down his face and he babbles out his concerns in unintelligible slurred speech. His boys often have to remove the alcohol from his reach, and everyone makes sure to at least check in on Geoff if not stick around and wait for him to sober up and get through it without poisoning himself.

Michael has days where his mood shifts quickly and unexpectedly, and he has no control over his emotions and reactions. One moment, he’ll be laughing and joking with someone, and the next he’s beyond pissed, yelling and snapping and often on the verge of breaking something. The best solution the crew has found has been to take Michael out for a little while, create some chaos, give him an outlet for the uncontrollable aggression that doesn’t involve harming anyone in the crew or destroying their home.

Jeremy sometimes worries that no one actually wants him around. That his introduction to the crew was less out of an interest to have Jeremy around and more out of pity, bringing in the eager child who didn’t fit with any other crew and who had been trying to get attention for a while. He thinks that people are just putting up with him, and all their reactions, however pleasant, are just masking their true feelings. Someone in the crew takes time to sit with Jeremy and talk with him and reassure him that he’s important and wanted, and it usually ends up with them going out to do something Jeremy wants to do that might lift his mood.

Ryan occasionally falls victim to panic attacks. Attacks where he starts shaking and hyperventilating and can’t do much more than rock back and forth or fiddle with something between his fingers. Getting a reaction from him is difficult when the attacks happen, but someone sits with him and talks calmly and quietly about whatever they can think of, never stopping their string of potential nonsense, gently letting Ryan know they’re nearby and there for him. They give Ryan a blanket, wipe off his face paint, make him comfortable, and stay with him as he works through the attack.

Things often got difficult in the crew, but as long as everyone else is there, it’s possible to get through it.

I want a Kings AU fic where it follows the line of kings that were in the Let’s Plays a bit.

I want King Ryan and his ‘Queen’ Gavin. Something happens where Ryan is presumed to be missing or even dead. So Gavin takes over the kingdom and rules the land.

But maybe a few years later there’s talk of an evil sorcerer that’s just on the outskirts of the kingdom and soon he arrives and oh god it’s Ryan. But, under a spell of some sort. He takes back the crown from Gavin and makes him a slave or something like that.

But, Gavin knows that there’s something wrong with his husband and brakes the curse and yay happy husband kings again. 

edit: 

There would be so much angst. Like in the beginning when Ryan gets back Gavin’s just happy to see him back. At first he doesn’t see the big change in Ryan’s attitude but there’s emotional and maybe even physical abuse. Where Ryan is paranoid thinking that Gavin’s gonna take the crown back so maybe even sends him to the dungeons.

And when the curse breaks Ryan can’t believe what happened while he was under the curse and Gavin flinches and curls up into a ball when Ryan even raises his voice a little bit.

It takes a long time for things to be okay again. Cause angst.

terrestrialyarn  asked:

Now I come to do this myself it's really hard to think of words! Let's try: Dizzy, American, Unrestrained.

(ngl i sat in ur askbox for like 20 minutes thinking of words omg it’s hard)

Viktor is always impressed that Yuuri got into an American university. Not only that, but he graduated from a university which taught in his second language while also skating at the Grand Prix Final. Viktor thinks in italics a lot when he thinks about Yuuri.

So, when Yuuri is asked to attend an alumni event, Viktor is adamant that he should go.

After some arguing (”I don’t want to!”) and anxiety (”What if everybody is really successful and I’m just me?” - Viktor cannot understand how Yuuri can consider an Olympic gold medal to be unsuccessful), Yuuri caves and they fly out to Detroit in First Class.

The event is formal and seeing Yuuri in a suit still makes Viktor weak at the knees. Ever since he’d forced Yuuri to get a tailored suit, formal events became infinitely more enjoyable. Everything was infinitely more enjoyable when Yuuri’s butt was well-displayed.

The room set-up is reminiscent of the many banquets Viktor has attended over the years and, judging by the soft blush on Yuuri’s face, his darling has noticed it too. It’s endearing how Yuuri still gets embarrassed about their first banquet together.

They’re greeted first by two men, one around Yuuri’s age and one significantly older with a grey beard, both holding flutes of champagne. Viktor gleans from the conversation that they both now work for the US government. 

Viktor keeps his arm looped through Yuuri’s while he lets his mind wander. Ever since Yuuri came into his life, Viktor has enjoyed himself at these formal dinners much more. He remembers too many years forcing smiles and laughing politely at dull conversation with uninteresting people. He remembers being alone and tired and never quite drunk enough.

And then Yuuri. Oh, Yuuri. What a light he has brought to Viktor’s heart.

When Viktor tunes back into the conversation, three women have joined their circle. One is chatting animatedly about her work in clean energy and her husband. 

The man with the grey beard laughs and says, “Ah, marriage. The old ball and chain.”

Viktor stares. He doesn’t understand. But then the woman laughs too.

“Well, we put up with each other. That’s as good as it gets, right?” She says. 

Viktor can’t breathe. He doesn’t understand. What does she mean by ‘putting up with’ her husband? That doesn’t make any sense. Don’t they- don’t they love each other so much that it hurts in their chests?

Viktor can’t breathe.

HHehhtzzishhoo!

He curls away from the crowd at the last minute with a hand over his mouth, taken completely by surprise. What the-

ehhtiSHHEW! hh…iHZHISHHOO!

The sneezes are strong and unrestrained and he hears a chorus of amused bless you’s from the group. Yuuri offers him a handkerchief as he straightens up but he finds himself snatching it without offering thanks before he’s thrown forward again.

hhiHHSHoo! inGISHHOOO! hhh…

Viktor sniffles, rubbing his itchy nose through the fabric and offering a general apology. He nods vaguely to Yuuri’s worried “Vitya?” and then he’s sneezing again. And again. And one more time for luck.

“Oh, excuse me,” he says sheepishly but then he sniffles and he smells perfume and his eyes scrunch shut again and-

hhhHRSZZISHHEW!

He leans heavily against Yuuri after that last one, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He feels dizzy from the sudden onslaught.

Yuuri takes his hand, squeezes it tight, and says, “Sorry but I’ll have to bow out early. I’m afraid my husband isn’t feeling well.”

And then he drags Viktor to the bathroom. He sits Viktor up on the ledge between the sinks and washes his face with paper towels doused in cold water and gently, lovingly, kisses the tip of his pink nose.

“Hotel?”

Viktor waggles his eyebrows in an attempt to look seductive. “You want to make me feel all better, Yuuri?” He asks, voice low as he walks two fingers up Yuuri’s chest, delighting in the way his husband shivers under his touch.

“You’re a bad man, Viktor Nikiforov,” Yuuri scolds.

Viktor laughs. Yuuri delights him every single day.