after ceremony

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What do you think a Cophine wedding would look like? Would it be traditional or the complete opposite?

After the medal ceremony, a summary

After Autumn Classic’s medal ceremony (x,x)

You wonder why Yuzu suddenly took the gold medal off his neck?

It’s because he thought he could jump a 3A with a bouquet on one hand and a medal on the other……(okay actually he didn’t want to the medal to swing around but still =.=)

And then you wonder why he put the flower on the ice like that?

It’s because he wanted to do a fucking revenge with 3A-1L-1L-3S !!!!!

And now that he’s done, he had to kill us by giving that flower to a small girl….

…playing “You go first!” with Misha….

…. and finally, bless those fans that got to touch his hand (lol look at their faces XD)

I still cannot believe how this can all happen in just over a minute XD Oh Yuzu~~~

Beanies and Negotiations (Part 4)

Originally posted by dailyriverdale

Part one here    Part two here    Part three here

Anon requests: can you continue the beanies and negotiations series !!! it’s great btw i really wanna see where it goes !!

please beanies and negotiations part 4 it’s sooo good

Could you PLEASE do a part 4 of Beanies and negotiations?? It’s so good and I love your writing!

Part 4!

could please do a part 4 for beanies and negotiations it’s sooo good ! love your blog btw

A part four would be aWESOME

Beanies and negotiations part 4??

I think I’m speaking for everyone when I say we want more of Beanies and Negotiations!!!

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: A flash to the past and a flash to the future

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,161

A/N: ok, I’m gonna be honest with you guys: I did not want to make a 4th part.  I had written the 3rd part hoping it would give you guys enough closure, but you requested more.  Now that I’ve written it, I couldn’t be happier with this ending.  Enjoy!!


(Y/N), Betty, and Archie were running around, playing in the park.  Their giggles resonated through the neighborhood, all the people down the street able to hear the children perfectly.  Archie’s dad sat on a bench, supervising them from afar.  He smiled at the three kids, happy to see his son so content with his friends.  Suddenly, (Y/N) halted, interrupting their game of tag.

“Look over there,” she said, pointing her finger.  She was pointing at another kid who appeared to be their age, scrawny and alone.  He sat on a swing and stared down at his shoes. There was a grey beanie perched on his head, but it was much too big on him.

“(Y/N),” Betty hissed, “my mom said it’s rude to point.”  

“Fine,” (Y/N) replied, putting her finger down.  “I won’t point.”  Instead, she marched over to the lonesome boy.  His head snapped up when he heard footsteps approaching him.  “Hi,” she greeted him.

“Hi,” he replied, looking puzzled as to why this girl was talking to him.

“What’s your name?” she asked.

“Jughead.”

“That’s a funny name,” she laughed, but she noticed his angered face and stopped.  “I’m (Y/N).”  Jughead nodded.  “How old are you, Jughead?”

“I’m four,” he replied, sticking out his hand to show the number on his fingers.  (Y/N) beamed.

“I’m four, too!” Jughead smiled at her and the two children fell into a small silence.  Finally, (Y/N) broke it when she asked, “Why are you alone?”

“My sister is sick,” he responded, slouching.  “So now I have no one to play with.”

“You can play with us!” (Y/N) offered, pointing at her two friends who were watching from afar. Jughead’s face lit up.

“Really?” he asked, jumping off the swing.  (Y/N) nodded enthusiastically.

“Really!  And then we can all be best friends.”  She grabbed his hand and led him over to Archie and Betty. “Archie, Betty, this is Jughead.”

“Hi,” Betty smiled, sticking out her hand.  Jughead tentatively shook it.  “I’m Betty.”

“And I’m Archie,” he waved. Jughead waved back.  The children quickly resumed their game of tag, this time, Jughead joining them.  They played for hours until the sky began to darken, Riverdale turning orange under the sunset’s light.

“Kids!” Archie’s dad called out, standing up from the bench.  “It’s time to go.”  The four kids exchanged bittersweet smiles, waving goodbye to their newfound friend.


After that day, Betty, Archie, and (Y/N) started begging to go to the park every day from dawn till dusk. The four of them soon became attached at the hip, and you could not see one person without the other three close behind.  Soon, all of Riverdale grew fond of the tight-knitted friend group.

Two years later, the four inseparable friends found themselves in Archie’s backyard.  Their shrieks of delight filled Mr. Andrews, who was watching from inside the kitchen, with warmth.  They had just grown bored of a game of hide-and-seek, and while Betty and Archie just sat in the grass, Jughead and (Y/N) continued to chase each other around.  Suddenly, Jughead stopped, causing (Y/N) to turn around.  He took off his beanie and, grinning madly, got down on one knee. Betty and Archie gasped as they ran over to watch.

“(Y/N),” Jughead started, holding out his beaning like a ring, “will you marry me?”  (Y/N) beamed as she stared at her best friend.  She took the beanie from his hands and placed it on her head, then helped Jughead stand up.

“We’re much too young to get married, Juggie,” she responded, and Jughead deflated.  “But-” he perked up, “ask me again when we’re eighteen and I’ll say yes.”

“You promise?” Jughead asked, holding out his pinky.  (Y/N) smiled and nodded, hooking her pinky with his.

“Pinky promise.”


Flash forward twelve years, after the first proposal and Jason Blossom’s death.  Past the beanie incident and the flannel, jacket, and sweater incidents.  After the kiss at Pop’s, and many more that happened after that night.

Twelve years after Jughead proposed to (Y/N) with a grey beanie, they graduated.  Through the years, their friend group grew to include others, such as Kevin and Veronica.  After the graduation ceremony, they went to the Lodge’s house for a celebration.  The party was in full swing: music blasting from the speakers, snacks filling up tables, and graduated high school students dancing everywhere.  (Y/N) had managed to get Jughead on the dance floor, both of them laughing at each other’s lack of dancing skills.  She wore his grey beanie and a wide grin.

The party began to die down, everyone growing tired after their long day.  Most people were sitting on the couch, quietly chatting amongst themselves.  (Y/N) sat on Jughead’s lap as they both conversed with Betty and Veronica. Suddenly, Jughead got up from under (Y/N).

“Excuse me, can I have everyone’s attention?” he yelled, successfully silencing the guests.  “Thank you.  Now if you didn’t happen to already know this, (Y/N) and I have been together for quite a while.”  Everyone in the room chuckled.  (Y/N) looked up at Jughead with a puzzled smile.

“What are you doing, Juggie?” she whispered, although everyone was able to hear her.  Jughead winked at her and continued.

“But something most of you probably didn’t know is that I proposed to (Y/N).”  The crowd gasped dramatically, and Jughead smirked.  “When we were six.”  Everyone rolled their eyes and laughed.  Jughead grabbed (Y/N)’s hand and made her stand up with him.  “And she said no!  Something about how we were too young,” he scoffed, and she giggled. “But she did promise me she’d say yes one day.  When we were eighteen, in fact.”  He got down on one knee, and everyone gasped, including (Y/N).  

“Oh my god,” she muttered under her breath, her hands covering her mouth in shock.  Tears began to cloud her eyes.

“(Y/N),” Jughead began, fishing around in his pocket.  “I have loved you since the day I proposed to you.  For a long time after that, I thought we were just friends, and I thought that you liked it that way.  And it took me a long while to realize it, but with the help of some of our friends-” Archie, Betty, Veronica, and Kevin shared a smirk, “I realized that we were meant to be more.  Now, I’m gonna try this again, and I’m hoping this time you’ll say yes.  Because, you know, you pinky promised you would when we were six.”  Jughead pulled out a small box and opened it, revealing a beautiful, sparkling ring.  “(Y/N),” he asked, eyes full of hope, “will you marry me?”

(Y/N) couldn’t speak. She gleefully nodded, attempting to wipe some of the tears off her face.

“Yes,” she finally managed to choke out, laughing.  “Yes, of course, Juggie.”  The whole room burst into cheers, and Jughead shot up, placed the ring on (Y/N)’s finger, and kissed her.

Betty turned to Veronica, smiles plastered on both of their faces, and whispered, “Thank god for that beanie.”

some very important Christophe Giacommeti & Viktor Nikiforov headcanons:

shoutout to @lavenderprose who has the same brain as me when it comes to YOI/Viktor hcs

  • Chris and Viktor have been friends for 10+ years. if the scene with Viktor at juniors is his last year as a junior, that means they met when Viktor was about 15 and Chris was about 13. They have almost certainly been through Some Shit together and know the other one better than they know themselves.
  • every year at worlds, the night after the free skate, regardless of the results, the two of them buy 3 bottles of shitty wine and watch whatever movies they’ve been texting each other about throughout the season. The Notebook, Pitch Perfect, The Avengers, whatever it is, they get wine drunk and MST3K the hell out of it after the medal ceremony.
  • (they keep doing this even after Yuuri – actually, Yuuri was invited one time but couldn’t quite get the hang of the banter. you can’t make up 10 years of friendship for 6 months of dating, no matter how in love you are.)
  • They are fully aware of the idea that they’re dating/have dated/are sleeping together/have slept together etc.  They think it’s hilarious. There’s even a ship name for it – Viktophe – and they regularly browse the twitter tag and send each other screenshots of the funniest ideas.
  • they also read the RPF about them to each other in hotel rooms during events
  • that meme where one person bursts into the room like “I knew you were having sex” and one of the pair is like “oh no one told me I would have put down my book”? that’s them.
  • They have biweekly bitchfest skype/phone calls where they just dish on whatever dumb shit has happened to them recently.  
  • When they were younger and Viktor still had really long hair Christophe would fix it for galas and events. He really liked to try out pinterest/youtube tutorials but didn’t have a model so Viktor would volunteer, then show up to a sponsorship event with like a hairbow updo.
  •  you’d think Yakov would hate him considering the both of them 100% are terrible influences on each other re:acting like drama queens, being massive flirts, buying lululemon yogas with “peach” emblazoned across the ass
  • but actually Chris is a really good influence on Viktor in more important ways. i.e. ensuring he doesn’t kill himself and making sure Yakov knows to keep an eye out on him.
  • there have been at least 3 times Chris has called Yakov at an ungodly hour of the morning insisting he go check on Viktor because he was very worried that Viktor was going to do something stupid
  • chris is almost always right about this. yakov has found his star skater on the ledge and had to coax him down and into the shower more times than he’d like to admit. chris knows viktor, knows his tells, knows when he’s starting to get bad again
  •  by the time they’re 20 and 22, yakov goes to chris if he’s worried about viktor’s mental health but viktor won’t talk about it.  no one’s ever said it aloud, but they all know that Chris may well be the reason Viktor is still alive
  • tl:dr – chris has been worried about his best friend for a long time and when he sees how viktor lights up with yuuri, he gets to breathe easy for the first time in a long time
Inexorable (1)

So I thought, why not combine that shit and make it a mini-series or something? I really hope you two anons enjoy it! No idea how many parts there will be. We shall see. Gif isn’t mine, cred goes to the owners! 1,560 Words

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader 

Genre: Fluff, a little crack, (Eventual) Smut, Mafia au!

Part 1 | Part 2

Everyone’s heard of blind dates – never of blind marriages, not even in the mafia world. Yet, here you were, walking down the aisle, your hand latched onto your father’s arm, towards a young man you had never seen before. 

You hadn’t even gotten the chance to speak to him, let alone this being the first time you actually got to see his face. There was so much rage bubbling inside you at the moment, but it was all hidden behind a small smile.

Combining two mafia organizations together was a huge deal; something bosses usually agreed on with the exchange of girls, but considering Red Python was one of the most powerful organizations in the country, they wouldn’t want just any girl. They wanted a suitable bride for the heir of said organization.

And your father, being the great, generous man he was, suggested you.

Keep reading

***Nearly 3 weeks into the hiatus and I am missing Magnus and Alec desperately. Matthew Daddario voice: *When is it gonna end?” Siiigh. But well, what better way to spent the hiatus then reading some great Malec fanfics, right? Right. Because I have read a lot of amazing fics incl. discovering some great new authors. And now that autumn is coming…. the perfect time to read more.

Also, I am overwhelmed how many notes the last rec post got and how much you all enjoy(ed) it. So I hope this 5th edition will get a lot of love, too. Again, let me know if you liked this and if I should continue doing this. But now, have fun reading, pumpkins.***


FALL WITHOUT WINGS by @notcrypticbutcoy [ M | 144k | WIP ]

Alec has been told the same stories all his life. He’s been taught the same lines, over and over again. Downworlders are reckless, impulsive, demonic. They’re not to be trusted.

And Magnus Bane is the epitome of everything evil about Downworlders.

At least, that’s what people keep telling him. Alec’s not quite so sure anymore.

Or: In which the Nephilim have wings, are taught to loathe Downworlders, and Alec is presented with a conundrum when Magnus Bane saves his life.


HOLDING THE STICK by @baneismyexistence​  [ M | AU | 80.3k | complete ]

Alec Lightwood has dreamed of hoisting Lord Stanley since he was eight. It’s in his blood. He’s spent the last five years trying to make that dream a reality, only managing to fall short each time.

Until a scandal leads to a multi-team trade that sends Magnus Bane his way. One of the top performing wingers in the league. An up and coming star.

And the most handsome man Alec has ever met.

He’s doomed.


STRANGE LOVE by arandomfan91 [ M | AU | 46.6k | complete ]

Alec is in love with Magnus. Magnus needs Alec to be his fake boyfriend. What could possibly go wrong?


STRANGE LOVE - EXTRAS by arandomfan91 [ T | AU | 13.8k | complete ]

Missing scenes and chapter re-writes from Strange Love, all told from Magnus’ POV.

These extras are tied in with the fic Strange Love. You should read that story first before reading this!


FOOLS RUSH IN by @m-aleciseverything [ M | AU | 85.2k | complete ]

Alec, Jace, and Simon go to Vegas for Jace’s bachelor party and things get a little bit ridiculous.

Alec wakes up the next morning and…wait a minute, who’s that in his bed?


AND THE OSCAR GOES TO… by @lecrit  [ E | AU | 21.5k | complete | Stars Aligned #1 ]

Working for Magnus isn’t easy. Magnus is out of control and Alec has to yell more often than not to get him to listen to him. He hates everything formal because it means he has to watch his mouth. Most importantly, Magnus is an incorrigible flirt.

Which would be alright if Alec wasn’t utterly, irremediably, unfathomably in love with him.


IT’S ALWAYS YOUR MOVE by @lecrit  [ E | AU | 15.5k | complete | Stars Aligned #2 ]

Maryse Lightwood is fierce, determinate and she is standing right in front of Magnus, on the threshold of his house, the scowl on her face announcing nothing good.

Magnus hasn’t seen her since the Oscars ceremony three days ago. To be fair, he hasn’t really seen anyone, too busy that he had been catching up on lost time with Alec.

Magnus thought he could be tranquil forever after winning an Oscar and finally confessing his feelings to Alec. Magnus was wrong.


WALK OF FAME by @lecrit  [ M | AU | 13.5k | complete | Stars Aligned #3 ]

Alec is fairly certain he is the luckiest man in America. On earth. Possibly in the entire universe.

He slowly started to convince himself of the now indisputable fact when Magnus and him started dating a year ago after the ceremony that crowned Magnus as King of the World (or Best Actor, but Alec isn’t always objective when it comes to his boyfriend).
A lot happened in a year, and Alec knows eventually the wheel is bound to spin and his luck might dim and vanish but as of now, he still feels like the luckiest man on earth, and he is going to make the most of it for as long as it lasts.


CATCHING THE LOVE BUG by @daddariossmile [ M | AU | 3.5k | complete ]

In which the Lightwood siblings always end up in the hospital, Alec spends a lot of time waiting around, and the charming Dr. Bane is more than a little attractive. 


SYMPATHY FOR THE PRINCE by @ketzwrites [ M | AU | 31.9k | complete ]

Prince of Hell Magnus Bane, was tired of his life in Hell. Every day was the same; condemned souls being punished for their wrong doings, demons feasting on the worst humanity had to offer, two or three deals with a few greedy humans. It was dull, uneventful. Boring.

So Magnus packed his bags and moved to New York City. As the owner of the lavishing club Pandemonium at the heart of Manhattan, Magnus enjoyed a life without worries for five years, until the fateful night where a former client was murdered on the streets.

It was then that he met no-nonsense Homicide Detective Alec Lightwood, owner of incorruptible morals and the tightest ass Magnus has ever seen. Earth was fun, after all.


TODAY YOUR BARISTA IS… by @baneandgone [ G | AU | 2.4k | complete ]

alec works in a coffeeshop. one day jace hijacks the chalkboard out front

(aka one of those ‘today your barista is’ sign aus)


THIGH HOLSTER by @everydayisonfire [ E | PWP | 2.2k | complete ]

Magnus doesn’t get distracted by a certain Shadowhunter, wearing a tight thigh holster.
Nope. Absolutely not.


ON THE SUBWAY by The_Forgotten_Nobody [ G | AU | 1.4k | complete | On The Subway #1 ]

Confused, Magnus followed Rafael’s line of site to the opposite side of the train where a young man sat, pulling silly faces. However, the moment he realised Magnus was staring his face flushed and he stopped, averting his eyes as if he hadn’t just answered all of Magnus’ prayers. In more ways than one as well because not only had he calmed Raf down but he was gorgeous.


MR LIGHTWOOD, MR BANE by TruePlainHearts [ E | PWP | 2.2k | complete ]

“Lovely to see you, Mr Lightwood.”

“And you, Mr Bane. Thank you for taking the time.”

*****

The kinky, shameless smut that occurs right after the rest of the clan leaders leave. Magnus and Alec make excellent and creative use of Alec’s new office and its expansive mahogany desk… and its sturdy door.


MR. LIGHTWOOD by @nanf1c​ [ M | 1.2k | complete ]

A ‘no kissing, looking at suggestively or touching’ rule was applied when it came to Magnus and Alec at the downworlder meeting. Magnus respected that, respected his man, and tried his best as soon as he walked through the doors of the institute. But now, back in his loft, with the night fallen and Alec returning through the front door from a demon attack, looking battered and exhausted, Magnus couldn’t help but keep the game going.


YOU HAVE ME by @hufflebee​ [ G | 664 | complete ]

They stay on the balcony for a while, listening to the sounds of New York at night. Alec noticed the glasses and the discarded pillows when he walked in, but he doesn’t want to break the comfortable silence they’ve fallen into. He looks over at Magnus, and by the angel, he looks beautiful, breathtaking. but the longer Alec watches him, the more he can see the makeup and hair and the clothes for what they really are.

An armour.


PARADISE IN BETWEEN by Teumessian [ E | 7.8k | complete | The Boundless Saga #4 ]

In the months following the loss of the Mortal Cup, anxieties run deep. It’s no time for a vacation, and yet… Magnus has had a lot of years to practice the art of persuasion.


WITH MY BODY AND SOUL, I WANT YOU MORE THAN YOU’LL EVER KNOW by liamandzayn [ E | PWP | 4.3k | complete ]

Alec captures the defined line of Magnus’ jaw between eager yet clumsy fingers, tilting his face upwards as they gasp into each other’s mouths, exchanging fevered gusts of breath. Magnus seizes the swollen flesh of Alec’s bottom lip with gentle teeth, nipping gingerly, suckling with avid hunger and Alec’s groan resonates loud and clear throughout the room. By the angel, he wants this man desperately; his need has become a physical ache, pulsating through his nerve endings and coiling strictly around his burning muscles.


BEGIN AGAIN by ReneeWritesx [ not rated | AU | 21k | complete | A Light To Call Home #1 ]

Unpacking sucked. And Magnus had only brought like half of his things. Okay, maybe two-thirds. But whatever, it didn’t matter. What did matter was that Magnus was sweating from carrying boxes, the cottage had no air conditioning, and he was super close to packing everything back up and driving back to New York in about three seconds.

-

Or the one where heartbreak is a pain in the ass, Magnus is forced to spend the summer in a small cottage in the hopes of finding his passion for design again, and manages to piss off the cute neighbor after only being there for two days.

“The only real pain in life is between hanging on and letting go.”


IN THE INSTITUTE by sarahrae5135 [ E | 6.1k | complete ]

Magnus stays at the Institute for the first time.


THE MORNING AFTER by @asexualalexanderlightwood​ [ not rated | 733 | complete ]

A small little post finale fic for anyone in need of more Malec loveliness


BETTER FOR YOU by @zrdu [ not rated | 9.2k | complete ]

Magnus’ and Alec’s relationship comes to a sudden halt when Maryse interferes. They both try to cope without each other.


WITH YOU WRAPPED AROUND ME, THE WORLD FEELS PERFECT by @matsdaddario  [ E | 3.6k | complete | Lovely Firsts #3 ]

Magnus is still asleep; Alec can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against his own back, and Alec takes the few minutes just to enjoy being wrapped up in Magnus’s arms. He looks down at their hands threaded together, resting against his stomach. He loves the contrast between them; tan and pale, long and lean, deep red nail polish and short, bitten nails. There’s something comforting there too. How different they can be, but how well they fit together. Alec has a moment of feeling like they were made to fit together. It might be stupid, it brings a blush to his cheeks, but a warm feeling settles in his stomach at the thought. He likes that.


ONE DAY by @magnusragnor​ [ T | 1.3k | complete ]

“Do you -” Alec started, hissing his teeth in pain and looking up at Magnus. “Do you have any more of that free of charge warlock TLC?”

“What are you -?” Magnus asked, before the memory hit him full force and he tried not to laugh, because Alec was hurt, god damn it. But Alec was smiling up at him and his eyes were shining bright full of hope and love, so Magnus leaned down and kissed him.


MORNINGS LIKE THIS by @softmagnusbane​ [ G | 1.1k | complete ]

Alec feels all his love for the man in his arms bubble up to the surface looking at him like this. Sleep rumpled and peaceful, his hair is a soft mess that Alec almost can’t wait to run his fingers through when Magnus wakes up, his lips so kissable and slightly open. There is nothing better in this world than being able to wake up to this he thinks idly.


PLAYING WITH FIRE by Obsessivecompulsivereadr [ M | 3k | complete ]

Alec’s breath catches nearly every time he looks at Magnus, and it happens even during times they haven’t been on an official date. But tonight is different. Magnus isn’t his sedate and dignified self right now. He’s back to being flirty and relaxed, and he looks so good that Alec can’t stop thinking about touching him.


SO BRIGHT by @lemonoclefox [ G | 17.5k | complete ]

Alec has come out, but that doesn’t stop his parents from their continuous attempts to set him up with a nice shadowhunter girl. So, what better way to finally get them off his back, than to say he has a boyfriend? Problem solved. Except they now apparently want to meet this guy, who doesn’t exist. Thankfully, Magnus Bane – who encouraged Alec to come out in the first place, and whose silent crush on Alec is just as bad as Alec’s crush on him – is more than happy to help. Even if the night doesn’t end up going entirely as planned.


SLOW ME DOWN FOR A MINUTE by @abloodneed​ [ E | 7k | complete ]

They stared at each other for a moment, each beat of Magnus’s heart seeming to thicken the air again, pulling them back to the charged space they had fallen into on all of their dates. They’d fallen into this feeling here in the loft, out in the world, so many places where everything suddenly just felt intense and present. They were in this charged space where their bodies were saying one thing, and one thing only.

I want you so badly.


BLUE CHRISTMAS by Hobbit69 [ E | AU | 1.5k | complete | Blue Steels Series #6 ]

Just a quick fic to fill in a Christmas need I have for my Blue Steel Series. Takes place between “Blue Extravagance” and the upcoming “Blue Righteousness.”
Magnus and Alec “come” together for the first time since Alec’s injury and the boys wake up for Christmas morning.


BLUE RIGHTEOUSNESS by Hobbit69 [ E | AU | 41.1k | complete | Blue Steels Series #7 ]

After returning from medical leave, Detective Alexander Lightwood-Bane catches his roughest case up to date. When one of his properties, a club called Kebebasan is attacked by two gunmen, Magnus Lightwood-Bane calls the best cop he knows. During the course of the investigation, Alec discovers that this shooting isn’t an isolated incident, but the result of domestic terrorism; a group attacking what they consider to be amoral. Alec and his partner, Jace Herondale have to move quickly to stop this group before it causes wide-spread panic in the city and more loss of life.


LUNCHDATE WITH AN AFTERNOON DEBATE? by eenkhjin [ G | AU | 5.7k | complete]

Magnus Bane goes out to get lunch but comes back with a mission to prove someone wrong. Kind of…


TO LOVE A SHADOWHUNTER by Madalena [ E | 10k | complete | The Peacemaker Chronicles #1 ]

“Are you really going to risk your life for a Shadowhunter?”

Those were some of the last words that Magnus Bane had said to Dot before he stepped through his portal to his lair, protecting only the warlocks. Abandoning the rest of the Shadow World to Valentine and his Circle.

Dot wasn’t sure how long she had been under Valentine’s control, but now as she stood on Magnus’ balcony, hours after Magnus and Clary had portalled away to the Institute, to save both Shadowhunters and Downworlders, she knew something had changed.

Someone had changed him.


OBLIVION by @champagnemagnus [ T | 2.7k | complete ]

Alec stood up, keeping a careful distance and being sure to move slowly as he approached. “Magnus, I am so sorry. For everything you had to go through.”

Magnus’ eyes never moved from the spot on the floor he was staring at. He shook his head slightly, eyebrows furrowed deeply. “That agony rune…” He paused, taking a moment to swallow. His face was drawn in so much pain that Alec had to look away for a moment. He immediately punished himself by digging his fingernails into his palm. It was selfish to worry about his pain. He had certainly inflicted more than enough on Magnus that he had to atone for. “Made me remember things that I spent…centuries trying to forget.”


ONE SHOW ONLY by @gingersnapwolves [ E | AU | 29.4k | complete ]

It’s hard to stay in the closet when the guy you had a one-night stand with two nights ago turns out to be your new partner … but Alec will be damned if he isn’t going to give it a try.


THE RED BUTTON by @ketzwrites [ M | AU | 38k | complete ]

After one black out too many, Ragnor and Catarina had enough of Magnus trying to drink himself to an early grave. It was time for an intervention and they had the perfect place in mind: The Institute, the best rehabilitation installation in the New York state.

Only Magnus wasn’t exactly asked for his opinion on the matter. And if there is something Magnus doesn’t like, is to be forced into something.

Maybe the Head of the Institute, Alec Lightwood, is enough of an argument to chance his mind?

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The chalcedony waves belonged to the women of the House of Organa, the royal family of the planet of Alderaan. It notably belonged to Queen Breha, who already ruled her homeworld around the time of the Clone Wars. The necklace was later passed down to the Queen’s adopted daughter, Princess Leia Organa, who used to wear it for formal ceremonies. After the Alliance to Restore the Republic defeated the Empire over Yavin 4, Princess Leia Organa wore the chalcedony waves during a ceremony honoring the Alliance heroes of Yavin.

We talked about it in the hotel room after an award ceremony ended last year that this year we will sharpen our knives and show everything we have.
—  작년에 시상식 끝나고 호텔방에서 다같이 얘기했었는데 올해는 칼을 갈아서 끝장을 한번 내보자! - Chanyeol 찬열
Breaking the Rules - part 6

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary:  Modern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.

Word Count:2,395

Warnings: the usual 

A/N: I’m sure how I feel about this, but anyway…

Breaking the Rules - Masterpage

Originally posted by dailyevanstan

“What the hell are you wearing?” Bucky burst out laughing when he saw you.

You had followed his mother and sisters to the wedding venue so you hadn’t seen him since you had left that morning. Becca’s prom dress fitted you just right, but it wasn’t the most appropriate outfit for a wedding.

It was a shimmering purple dress with lots of frills.

“You look like a sparkling plum,” he said, doubling over in laughter.

“Fuck off!”

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Eight years ago, when I first started coming out, I felt that I was resigning myself to a life alone. I didn’t believe that I would one day stand in front of my dearest friends and family, and proclaim my love for the kindest cutest sweetest person in the whole world. And I did it all while wearing the floofiest floofiest dress! 

After the ceremony, my Dad pulled me aside briefly, and held my hand. He said that eight years ago he, too, couldn’t have imagined my wedding. It was so beyond his realm of experience, he said, that to say it was beyond his dreams was an understatement. Today was better and happier and waaaaaay gayer than anything he could have foreseen. I am so happy that I came out, that I transitioned, and that I stayed in touch with my family, even through the hardest of times, however painful it was, and how far away I had to go. We are all better for it. 

To all you trans kids and youths out there struggling right now, it’ll get better if we fight for it. Keep fighting, keep loving, keep going. 

Humans are Weird-Death

Hey guys, so I wanted to add to the humans are weird thing that’s going around, and this kinda came to me in the shower, so…enjoy?

Zah Rem was dying. They knew it the moment the Ra-Sek corridors of the station began to feel cold. It had been easy to dismiss the chill at first. The Humans always kept the main corridors to a barely tolerable 24 degrees Celcius, the Terran unit of heat. So Zah Rem had kept to Ra-Sek corridors, content to survey the movement of their officers from the comfort of warmer areas.

But then they had Stopped in the Ra-Sek sustenance area. The area was used infrequently as most of the new officers preferred to communal sustenance area, and so some time had passed before a Terran ensign accidentally stumbled across them. The human had run to get help, and that’s how Zah Rem found themself in the infirmary, a heat unit glowing above their bed as machines monitored every pulse of their internal fire.

To the Ra-Set, the Cooling was a very private matter. It was some small mercy really- a natural death for a Ra-Sek happened over the course of only days, and after the initial passing ceremony the Ra-Sek left the dying in peace to contemplate their life. At least, that’s how it had been before.

A human, mouth closed in a Ra-Sek neutral expression, sat at the end of their bed, eyes occasionally flicking between the machines and their pad. This one was the human counterpart of Zah Rems previous station and they knew this one well. She would not be leaving unless the dying process miraculously reversed. Humans always seemed to treat this like a logical possibility.

Zah Rem had lived such a long time, even for a Ra-Sek. They had seen the rise of space travel for their people, the first contacts with other races, some friendly, some hostile. They had seen stars flicker out of existence. And then, they had seen the arrival of Terrans. What a ludicrous, terrifying thing that had been.

The humans had arrived in strange, nonsensical machines seemingly only barely capable of long distance space travel. Most of them had arrived asleep. The Ra-Sek had initially been very wary of this smaller race. Humans could regulate their own body temperatures. Humans lived short lives but took life-threatening risks, seemingly for pleasure. Humans reproduced quickly and freely, having offspring even in space, so far from their own world. Humans would fight, losing limbs they could not regenerate, and then fight more.

In short, they were too dangerous not to make allies of. And so the Ra-Sek had, and in their many years, Zah Rem considered this one of the wisest choices of their people. The humans had helped them explore planets previously thought uninhabitable. They had seen human shipmates run headfirst into aggressive unknown flora and fauna and categorize it, collect it, and make it known. In one instance, they had seen the entire brunt of humanity brought to bear on a now extinct warmongering race, simply because this race had been dubbed “bullies that don’t play fair”.

The human shifted in her chair. “Hey dragon, still alive?”

Zah Rem exhaled a plume of steam. They knew this word referred to them, and that it was a reference to a Terran creature that may have never even existed. They had seen a picture once, and they did see the similarities to a Ra-Sek. That didn’t mean they had to answer.

The human sighed and flicked her eyes up and across, a human gesture of annoyance. “I know you’re alive, your monitors are going. I wanted to ask if you need anything.”

“Need? I am dying, there is nothing more I need.”

The human curled her upper lip, almost perfectly mimicking the Ra-Sek gesture of annoyance. Human mimicry really was uncanny. “I know that, but, is there anything you want? Water? Food? A book? Are you just…gonna sit there until it happens? Aren’t you…y’know, uneasy?”

Now that was a strange word to use for this state, and Zah Rem wondered if their translator had translated the Terran Common incorrectly. “Uneasy? Why would I be…Uneasy?”

The general shifted in her chair again, suddenly transfixed by her pad. “Well, I mean, are you…afraid?”

Zah Rem tilted their head, trying to mimic a gesture they had seen humans use. “Why would I be afraid? I am dying, this is a normal process for all living things.”

The human seemed frustrated, and Zah Rem once again saw the wisdom of their own tradition of leaving the dying to cool in peace.

“I know that! I just mean…aren’t you afraid of what happens next? Like, to you…after you die?” her shoulders curled inwards.

After…death? Zah Rem snorted. “Nothing happens after death. Death is the end of life…is it…is it not so for Terrans?” A pang of fear twitched in Zah Rem’s core. Humans…died completely, true? They thought of all their deceased human shipmates the other humans had burned, or buried under soil, and suddenly they were…uneasy.

The general waved at the air “Don’t call us that. And yeah, yeah, human’s die all the way too-“Relief. “But, some humans…we have this…idea, that a part of us, the sentient part, lives after we die. And, I don’t know where it goes, but death comes to collect it, and guide it to where it’s supposed to go next.”

“Death…comes? As in, the concept of death is…sentient? and… travels to the location of the dying to take their consciousness? Where? Why?” Zah Rem’s internal fire quivered, and the monitors began to chirp and hum in complaint.

“Woah woah take it easy!” Their human counterpart stood, touching their forelimb gently. This gesture would have been aggressive among Ra-Sek, but they had long since learned that humans touched other beings freely. Her hand was warm, and the heat soothed Zah Rem’s own heat. The monitors quieted.

“Y’know what? Forget I said anything, it’s just a dumb Terran myth. You wanna see this picture of a cat I found?”

And, for once, Zah Rem really, really did.

The next few days passed quietly. Healers checked the monitors as discreetly as possible and the general was a constant presence, sneaking back in every time the Ra-Sek healers shooed her out. For the most part, she worked on her pad, guiding the directors of her officers. Zah Rem was mildly envious of this, but they felt the cooling settling in, and they were content to reflect on past action instead.

Well, mostly content. Try as they may, Zah Rem could not shake the idea of death as a sentient presence, and tendrils of fear began to snake into the waiting, fear that, like in so many impossible ways, the humans might be right about death. They did not want their consciousness to be taken. They took to scanning the room when their human wasn’t looking.

This fear was probably what exacerbated the process. It happened suddenly, their internal temperature falling, falling, and the general was shouting, calling for help and Zah Rem knew they were beyond help, nothing could help, but they were so afraid of Death being attracted by the cries, if only they could-

And suddenly they were alone in a space that was not bright, and was not dark. They…no longer felt cold, but not warm either. It made Zah Rem…uneasy. And then they heard footsteps, and in the distance there was a small flicker of light.

The light drew closer and closer, and with it Zah Rem began to make out a figure in strange clothing. The figure wore long, black clothing that flowed downward, with a hood that obscured the head. It was carrying a long stick with what looked like a small ball of fire on top. They also saw the glint of long, sharp looking metal, reminiscent of a Terran knife.

Zah Rem bared their teeth. A weapon. This must be Death. If it was, it wouldn’t steal their sentience without a fight.

The figure closed in.

“Stop. Come no further.” Zha Rem growled. “I am Zah Rem of the Ra-Sek. I have seen races rise and fall. I have seen stars flicker out of existence. I have fought alongside humans. I will not let you take my consciousness.”

There was a moment of silence. And then a strange sound came from the hooded figure. A soft, musical sound, not unlike a Ra-Sek trill, very much like…a human laugh. The figure lowered it’s hood.

Of course, Death would be a human.

Zha Rem felt the anger leave them all at once. The human smiled, mouth closed, and reached its dark hand out to touch Zha Rem’s forelimb. Their touch was warm, and Zha Rem felt the warmth coil around  their core, lighting it once again.

“Are you ready to come with me?”

And Zah Rem found they were.

[TRANS] STARCAST interview with BTS after Jungkook’s graduation

☞ BTS is still the same as they were then [back when Jungkook entered SOPA]. If there was something that has changed, it would be this graduation. Therefore, we will begin a mini interview that we prepared. 

“It seemed like just yesterday when I had entered [SOPA], so I think that time passes by quickly. Now that I have graduated, I feel that I need to act and behave more maturely and responsibly.” (Jungkook)

The members who watched Jungkook’s graduation probably felt different from anyone else.

“I went to all of the members’ graduations. But, for this graduation, it felt like some accident might happen and that a lot of people would gather, so we were a bit worried. It was a relief that it ended safely.” (Suga)

“I’ve seen Jungkook since he was 15 years old. It felt as if I was raising him for six years. He really seems to have improved a lot, so I’m proud.” (Jin)

One more thing that has changed. When Jungkook entered [SOPA], BTS were rookies. But, after three years have passed, they have now become Daesang artists. 

“After thinking about it, it’s really amazing. After the graduation ceremony ended and I was coming down, male fans were taking pictures of me while saying ‘Jungkookie-hyung.’ It feels like our fans have diversified?” (Jungkook)

BTS’ album release on the 13th is coming up. I wonder how they prepared.

“We are now in a time where we are moving from winter onto spring. I feel like [the album] will really match well with that vibe. [This album] will have [songs with] calm vibes as well as upbeat songs, it’s a very diverse gift set.”

“Every time an album comes out, it’s burdensome. We compose while thinking that every moment is important. It is now the beginning again. It will be okay as long as we work hard during promotions.” (Rap Monster, Suga)

Starting with the Gocheok Dome concert, BTS is also leaving for their world tour. They conveyed their excitement about the world tour ahead.

“Of course we are awaiting it. Especially for South and North America it’s been a long time. They are waiting for us with incredibly passionate energy. Therefore, we are more excited. We think it will be really fun.” (Jimin, Suga) 

After [Jungkook] paid, he turned around and left a supporting message for his friends* who are also graduating. 

“There will be those friends who go to university. There will also be those friends who become employed and go into social life. I hope that we can all work hard and set on foot towards each of our dreams. After experiencing social life, it seems that hard work pays off. Please fly together towards your dreams with Bangtan’s new song.”

*T/N: ‘Friends’ refers to those in Jungkook’s graduating class, not necessarily people he is friends with.

Trans cr: Kylie @ allforbts
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imagine yuuri and viktor trying to get married in as many countries as possible

it starts as a joke when after a lovely ceremony in japan, they renew their vows in russia for their first anniversary.

during chris’s (second) speech he jokes that viktor is the only person ridiculous enough to marry the same person twice

viktor laughs and says that anyone married to katsuki yuuri would marry him again. a murmur of agreement ripples through the people in attendance.

but the next year at skate america yuuri runs into a former rinkmate from detroit and after a few drinks they convince yuuri to have another wedding for his friends in america

they take an impromptu detour to detroit and round up all of yuuri’s old suitors friends that still live in the area

they manage to sneak into yuuri’s old dorm room and construct an altar out of red solo cups. their officiant is a former frat boy that once did body shots off yuuri’s butt.

after that it gets out of hand.

“while we’re in barcelona wouldn’t it be romantic to get married again?”

in montreal “everyone’s here! let’s get married!”

there’s a conspicuous empty space at the top of the podium where yuuri should be accepting his gold medal. “where’s katsuki?” one of the announcers asks with concern.

someone whispers in their ear. “ah. it appears katsuki is currently in a parisian courthouse getting married to his coach viktor nikiforov. again.”

okay but

when rowan finally gets to aelin, and she’s probably locked inside the coffin without any hope of ever getting out, so completely battered and broken physically but content because she knows she did everything possible to give her people, her court, her family a chance, 
and then suddenly she hears some kind of inhuman roar through the iron box that muffles almost all noise, but somehow this sound is loud enough to still hurt her ears even through the box,
and screeching as someone physically rips open the box, and she can smell copious amounts of blood in the air and the entire cadre is there, summoned by Rowan for the break in a day earlier and using all of their strength to save the queen they want to serve from the one they deplore,
and they shakily lift her out of the coffin but she can’t even be grateful because Rowan’s not  t h e r e, and if he’s not with them he must be hurt and oh  g o d s what if he’s dead, and she’s starting to lose it because she can handle whippings and beatings and torture but she can’t handle her mate being gone, not having been able to save him–
and then there’s a shriek nearby and suddenly he’s there, her mate is there, in the same room as her, cut and bruised and limping but alive, and with him is Maeve, but something is different and–oh gods, her neck is broken, her mate killed the woman who has starred in every one of her nightmares for the last year, the ones that didn’t end when she woke up, when the pain from the bone deep injuries pulled her out of brief unconsciousness, her magic unable to heal so many extensive injuries, and not in an iron box, iron shavings sprinkled onto her tattered skin after her session every day before she could be returned to the coffin, Maeve is DEAD she’s finally gone, and aelin lets out the smallest sound of relief,
and then rowan is next to her, snatching her out of his brothers’ arms quickly, but so carefully, tears building up in his eyes at the sight of her in so much pain, shaking with rage at quite how much blood and muscle is visible,
and her mouth starts to move, and she wants to apologize for not telling him about the mating bond and for sacrificing herself and not telling him, but he can see it in her face and cocks his head in the way she knows means don’t you dare apologize, Fireheart and gods she has missed this effortless communication, and Rowan, everything about Rowan, her husband and consort and mate,
and they’re both grasping each other tightly to assure that they’re real, because Rowan has seen his mate’s face day in and day out in battle strategy discussions next to Aedion and in the nightmares that never seem to end, and Aelin never thought this suffering would end but he’s here, he came for her even though they both knew he shouldn’t have, and she can’t stop looking at him, at that face she loves, and then he turns to face her directly and for a moment she thinks she’s seeing double–but no, there’s that scar above his left eyebrow, so the only thing that makes sense is–
“You got a new tattoo.” her voice is quiet and hoarse, but still so unequivocally Aelin, and he wants to both laugh and sob into her because of course, of course that’s the first thing she notices, the first thing she says to him, the first thing his mate says to him after being apart for a year, so he nods and clears his throat,
“I–our story needed to be represented there too. I mentioned the idea to Fenrys the morning you–the morning after our ceremony. And then you were gone, and…” his throat felt swollen shut, but he continued speaking. “and then it seemed only right that you had a place next to Lyria’s, even though I hadn’t learned my lesson and…” he trails off, but she can read the “failed you, failed you both but here again Maeve went right by me and I failed you
“Buzzard,” she says, and she could tell him all the same with her eyes and her face but after so long of nothing escaping her mouth but screams, it feels so good to talk, “I can’t have you taking credit for my abduction when we both know I’m simply too clever of a mastermind for you to have realized what was happening. And you’re here now, and that…I could never have asked it of anyone. You came.”
“Of course I came,” he can’t stop looking at her, hands still wrapped gingerly around her emaciated frame, and if he hadn’t already rutting killed Maeve and Carn he would lose it right now at feeling her ribs poking at skin where there used to be layers of muscle. “I’m not just anyone.” his voice cracks, and he so so hates displays of emotion and mushiness but he needs her to hear it, to know. “I love you, Fireheart. You’re going to have to get used to the idea that I’m never going to let you go if we’re going to be mated for the rest of both of our fae lifespans.”
and she’s laughing and crying, because of course she is, and this arrogant, territorial male is hers for all of that time, and she wants to ask after Aedion and Lysandra and Elide and Dorian and Chaol and Nesryn and the thirteen, but she knows he wouldn’t leave them defenseless for anything, and her mate is here and he knows he’s her mate and gods is she so glad to have the ridiculous buzzard in her life.
He gets her out of the dungeon, out of the palace and she can feel him tense when they get into the sunlight and the iron in her wounds is visible, and he starts to growl but restrains himself when the sound makes her cower the tiniest bit, and he presses his lips to her temple but she can feel the wind delicately removing the tiny metal bits from her back, and her magic slowly, slowly starts to knit the skin back together, cell by cell, and then she’s in a featherbed sleeping finally because she knows there’s no way in hell he will take his eyes off of her for the next century, and a few hours later she opens her eyes because something thumps onto the deck of the ship, and she startles and clenches her fists because they must have found her, but then her door is thrown open and Lysandra is there, running to her with tremendous sobs, and she can smell the cadre in the hallway, and Chaol runs in too, but they’re both thrown out of the way by a volatile Aedion, and she knows something must be wrong because Dorian and Manon and Elide aren’t there, oh gods not Dorian, and she knows well enough that war comes with sacrifices, but it was supposed to be her, not her book loving best friend, and of her a moment they’re all crying together before Lysandra pulls a sealed envelope from her pocket, addressed to her in that regal script, and she bursts out laughing because of course he left her a note, of course he’s going to tell her he chose this, it’s so very Dorian, 
and she spends days like this, crying and laughing and healing and trying not to flinch at every noise and voice, wrapped in Rowan’s arms and catching up on hundreds of hours of sleep deprivation, until one morning he’s shaking her and she groans in opposition, but he pulls her to her feet and helps her to the deck, and her breath catches because she can smell it already–pine and snow and love and happiness and oh gods, they’re finally–
“Home,” Rowan breathes in her ear. “We’re home, Fireheart.”

Shit that might happen if BTS attends the BBMAs

- Jin steps out of the car like a king and “the car door guy” becomes viral again but this time it’s literally everywhere

- Everyone on Twitter is sayin “who the fck is this” but then they see V wearing Gucci from head to toe giving no fucks. 

- BTS pulls off the worst thing they can do in America, which is pose randomly during the red carpet n the paparazzi r like ”???“ 

- There’s a red carpet interview and J-Hope pulls off some random ass shit, making this their last visit to the country 

- The ceremony starts, Jungkook realizes he’s super close to Justin Bieber sunbaenim and freaks out n the camera caught it live.

- Y'know when Tae or the other members are like dancing to the songs n having funny reactions during awards shows in Korea?? They do that there and everyone finds it amusing cause no one does that in America 

[fast forward to their award presentation or what ever u call it]

 - They call the on the nominees and Jungkook screams wildly once they say Justin Bieber sunbaenim

- The presenter then says BTS won, all of them r shook. 

- The nominees of the category are pissed that they were beaten by a group who doesn’t even promote in America. 

- Stan twt gets pissed n jealous then starts calling BTS trash but no one cares 

- Yoongi does something he regrets after 5 secs which is shouting "ARMYYYYY” to the mic just like the @ the GDA 

- The other celebs stare at them in disgust

- Namjoon gives a heartwarming speech n out of no where Jungkook starts crying and says its bcs he’s happy but in reality he rlly wanted Justin to win 

[ALTERNATE]

 - The presenter says Justin Bieber won, making Jungkook stand up with a Justin Bieber banner and scream like the fanboy he is 

- The rest of the members give no fucks cause J-Hope n Rap Mon are talking to Beyoncé and Rihanna, V’s getting compliments for his fashion and Jimin is taking secret pics of Suga while he’s asleep 

[BONUS] 

- They have a surprise performance which is BST and all is amazed and losing their shit by both the song n choreo

- The cameras get the reactions of celebs and they’re all shookt

- During the chorus, Jimin “accidentally” revealed his abs and all the male idols watching are reevaluating their lives 

- Turns out it’s a mashup n they start performing Dope and the cameras get the reactions of the celebs again n the celebs look like they regret starting their music career

- Everyone screams once they do the hip thrusts 

- During one of Jungkook’s lines, he replaces it with “Justin Bieber sunbaenim WHATS GOOD?!" 

- Y'all thought that was it? NOPE! Turns out it’s also a mashup with Not Today (or Fire or maybe even Spring Day idk all their songs r on point) and at this point everyone is deceased 

- The performance ends and everyone gives them a standing ovation n they’re also crying

[EXTRA BONUS]

 After the ceremony, all the celebrities that attended start following BTS on Twitter n some even tweeted to them then they got so popular that they reached 7m followers on Twitter then the Spring Day and Not Today MV reached 100m views, Kanye West n The Chainsmokers are best buds with Rap Mon, Justin collabs with Jungkook and BTS guest stars on Ellen.

Track and Fuck

In the haze of the afternoon I can feel my uniform shirt starts to cling on to my back in places as it was soaked with my sweat. I was wondering what I am doing here. It was the annual national school games season and it was the first time our school’s track and field athletic went into the finals. Our overly excited principal got the entire school down to support our student athletic. I was constantly drinking up as the heat was unbearable. I can’t wait for the race to be over.

Everyone left the stadium after the prize presentation ceremony and awaits for the bus back to school. It was then, when I felt a pressure sensation radiating from my bladder. I needed to pee , all the drinking earlier must had contributed to it. I excused myself from my class and ran towards the nearest toilet.

The toilet was packed with the student supporters from Raffles. All of the cubicles and urinals were occupied. The pressure in my bladder increased and I needed to release myself badly. I remembered that there’s another toilet near level two and it was away from the main entrance, there shouldn’t be much people using it. I ran out of the toilet and make my way to the toilet.


I make my way to the second floor toilet, holding my bladder that was about to burst soon! Upon arrival, the toilet was rather empty, I quickly head to the nearest urinal and relived myself. I went to the sink to wash my hands once I was done. While washing my hands, I heard some weird noises. It sounded like a combination of heavy breathing and moaning sound, I decided to find out where the sound was coming from. I looked around the toilet, the sound was coming from the last cubicle in the toilet. I was uncertain if I should go near but curiosity got me. I carefully walked towards the last cubicle, making sure that I will not arouse any suspicion.


As I went closer, I noticed the sound getting more intense, the cubicle door was locked. Someone was in there, I was very curious to find out what’s going on in there. I went into the cubicle next to it and peep into next door to see what’s happening in there. I saw a guy in dark green singlet sitting on the toilet seat. As I took a closer look, I could recognised that he was one of Raffles’s track and field student athletic. He was half naked with his tights pulled down to his knees. He was holding his phone with one hand, and jerking himself with the other hand. With earpiece plugged in, this Raffles boy was completely unaware of the surrounding. I took a look at what he was watching on his phone and to my disbelief he was watching some gay porn on his phone.

I could not believe my eyes, the scene in front of me was indescribably erotic. I took out my phone and went straight to camera mode, I wanted to record the scene down. I must have been too eger to record the scene down that I forgotten to switch to video mode before pressing the button. Bright flash started beaming out of my phone as it captured image of the scene in front of me. The Raffles boy was completely caught off guard as the bright gleaming flash blinded his eyes.

“WTF!” the Raffles boy yelled out as he recovered from the shock and caught me in act. He quickly pulled up his tights while tucking his hardon in. He unlocked the cubicle door and dashed out towards me. I was panicking and didn’t knew what to do as I stood there awaiting for my doom.

The Raffles boy pushed through the door of the cubicle door I was in and snatched my phone away before pushing me off. I fell onto the toilet seat still shaking from fear.

He went into the gallery on my phone and saw his photo. He was blushing from embarrassment as he started swiping through my gallery to see if there’s any more pictures of him taken. That’s when he discovered photos of naked men on my phone. Those were images I gathered from tumblr, mostly gay porn. My secrets were laid bare in front of this Raffles boy.

“I… am sorry… I am… so so so sorry…” I stuttered as I tried my best to apologize. My hands were trembling as I gathered myself to say those words.

“Hey! Hey! It’s ok… Calm down… It’s ok alright… I forgive you, just calm down first.” The Raffles boy said, his voice sounded angelic and calming but that was not enough to calm me down. I was still shaking from fear as I kept on apologizing. I was about to burst into tears.

Upon seeing that, the Raffles boy went up to me and gave a tight hug. He whispered into my ears. “Hush … shh… it’s ok…”

I found comfort in his touch as he huddled beside me. I could smell him as his sweaty scent starts to invade my senses. I hugged him back. I could feel the wetness from his sweaty singlet but I wasn’t bothered by it at all, all I wanted to was to find comfort in his arms.

“It’s ok.. I am not gonna hurt you” the Raffles boy said as he gave me a few pat on my back assuring me. I recovered from the shock and started to gather myself.

“Here you go, don’t do it again alright.” The Raffles boy said as he returned my phone back.

“I am sorry, I just can’t control myself. The scene of you wanking is just too hot ” I said remorsefully as I confessed my feelings to him.

“Haha, well I don’t usually masturbate in public but it’s been weeks since I last released myself due to the competition and I can’t control myself too. So we are even now.” The Raffles boy replied as he stifled a grin.

“Haha ermm… so now what?” I asked

“Nothing , you are free to go.” He replied.

I was relieved that he let me off so easily, a few minutes ago I was still panicking with thoughts of what will happen to me. I should really get going before he changes his mind but a part of me wanted to stay. I stood there rooted to the ground, my body was unwilling to leave this Raffles boy.

“Don’t want to go is it? Don’t go then you got to help me out already.” The Raffles boy chuckled as he joking delivered that statement.

Somehow his words ignited the courage within me, I went up to him and planted my lips on his. He was caught by surprise at first but his raging hormones took over him. He pulled me closer to him, at first his kiss was small and gentle but then it grew bigger and more intense. He tasted tentatively with his tongue as he traced it across the bottom of my lip. The caress of his lips was so soft. Soon we started swallowing each other making the kisses even more intense. I let out a moan and so did he while his warm breath traveled into my face.

Our hands were busily fondling with each other’s body. I can feel his toned abs underneath the thin singlet he was wearing. He was playing with my nipples as he playful pinch them underneath my school uniform, every touch was intensifying. Lust completely delved into me as I got down on my knees, kneeling in front of the Raffles boy. I pulled his tights down as his manhood sprigged to life. In front of me was a 7inch cut dick waiting to be sucked. I didn’t managed to get a good view of it just now but oh boy he’s 7inch dick is beautiful, with just the right amount of veins popping out.

I looked up at the Raffles boy as he grabbed hold of his manhood and gave my face a few smacks with it before placing his shaft at my lips. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his shaft. I moved and started going to town on his dick. I was slobbering in it, I used my tongue, deep throated right off the bat. He was moaning in ecstasy as he gripped hold of my head pushing his dick deeper into my mouth. I was gagging as his 7inch dick hits the back of my throat.

“You like the taste of my dick huh?” The Raffles boy said as he continued fucking my mouth. His moaning started to get intensified as I could feel his dick twitching in my mouth. I knew he was close but I wanted to spend more time with him. I stopped sucking him and moved on to licking his balls instead. He probably knew I wanted more as he gave me the cheeky look with a grin on his face. It didn’t took him long to pop the question. “Can I fuck you” he asked as I nodded my head.

I got up as he guided me to turn my body around with my back facing him. He reached out to my school pants and unbuckled them before pulling them down to my knees. He grabbed my dick with my underwear still on as he felt the percum at the tip of my dick. 


“So horny huh?” He whispered into my ears as he pulled my undies down. I bent myself over with my hands holding on to the toilet bowl’s water tank as I prepared myself with what’s about to come.

Shortly after I felt a warm sensation around my butt crack. It felt warm and wet, it was definitely not a dick, the feeling was a little ticklish and very much pleasurable. I could tell that the Raffles boy’s face was very near my ass as I can feel him exhaling, it was then that I figured out he was rimming me. He was exploring my ass with his tongue as he moves around my butt crack sending shivers all around my body. I was moaning uncontrollably as the sensation felt so good especially when he was near my boyhole.

He gave my ass a few slaps before he spat on his hands. Using his saliva he lubed up his shaft and my boyhole. I was all prepared to receive this Raffles boy.

He slipped two fingers into me, preparing my boyhole for his 7inch shaft while constantly reminding me to relax myself. Once he felt that I was loose enough to take his manhood, he removed his fingers from my boyhole and spat more saliva on his hands before rubbing them onto his shaft.

“I am going in.” The raffles boy warned.

“Yeah, fuck me, fuck me hard” I begged. I was leaking badly from all the rimming and fingering earlier, I just want this Raffles boy’s manhood in my boyhole so badly.

He placed his dick at my butt crack before positioning it at my boyhole. He entered my boyhole stretching it wide with his 7inch shaft. I was moaning out loud, both from the pain and pleasure he was giving me. He covered my mouth with his hands to muffled the moaning sound as I was making too much noise. Soon his entire 7inch shaft was in as he continued pushing deeper into my boyhole hitting my prostate. He remained in that position for a while, soon the pain had subsided and I was feeling more pleasure instead. The Raffles boy started thrusting in and out out my boyhole. Everytime he goes in, he will make sure that he went in deep and hard hitting my prostrate. He was penetrating and fucking me till a point of no return. It didn’t took him long to stimulate me enough to made me auto cum. I cummed as I unload shots after shots of cum all over the toilet seat.

I Guess the sight of me auto cumming was too much for him to handle as he increased his pace and thrust me even harder.

“Ah fuckkkk, I am cumming in you” The Raffles boy moaned as his body started twitching before he unloaded massive shorts of his man load in me. I can feel his warm cum filling up my entire boyhole, some of his shots went deep in.

Both of us was catching our breaths as our body was recovering from the massive ejaculation. The raffles boy was still in me as his dick starts to turn flaccid. Shortly I started feeling something warm in me. The Raffles boy was pissing in my boyhole. Warm jets of pee was flowing into me as he emptied his bladder into me.

“That’s for taking my photo!” The Raffles boy joked before pulling out his already soft dick once he’s done.

I turned around and sat on the toilet bowl to empty my bowel. Warm flow of the Raffles boy’s urine mixed with cum flowed out of my boyhole. The Raffles boy helped me to wipe my ass clean once I was done. The both of us got dress and left the cubical.


That night when I reached home, I saw the image of the Raffles boy still in my phone, did he leave it on purpose ?

© nottiboyjc


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