am i the only one having a massive amount of feels at how hot they look or

Forelsket - Part 5

Characters - Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader, Natasha Romanoff, Peggy Carter 

Word Count - 1935

Warnings - Angst, A LOT of Language, Fluff?

Forelsket -  (Norwegian) That overwhelming euphoric feeling you experience when you’re falling in love with someone

A/N - @bovaria sent me a video of herself screaming sooo, enjoy!!

Forelsket Masterlist

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Sick - Request

Requested by @buckybarnesaddicted:  Hey can I have a request ? 😄 I have a cold at the moment and feel like reading a one shot where “Sherlock is taking care of you when you’re ill ” if you attached any gifs it would be awesome !!!

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 2,763

Warnings: None.

A/N: Ugh, I need this right now but in real life. Also, I suck at adding gifs, my apologies.

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Originally posted by caratomi

Have you ever gone underwater and tried to listen to the conversation being held on the surface? Well, that was how (Y/N) heard everyone that day. Distant, confusing, overwhelming.

Have you ever smelled something so disgusting you instantly feel like fainting? That’s how (Y/N) felt that day, even if there was nothing to be smelled because her nose was blocked.

Have you ever been hung over and trying to act normal? Go to work, talk to people, even going outside to the sunlight. It’s annoying, like a hammer hitting ones skull every time a noise can be heard, and the sunlight feels like burning one’s eye orbs and just the thought of living feels like a nightmare.

Have you ever been so tired you feel like you can’t move? That was (Y/N). It was almost as the invisible elephants had tied invisible weights to her limbs just so it was harder for her to move. Or even more logically, like a prisoner who gets to carry the black berry around for a whole day.

But she coped with it. She followed John all over London, making questions, doing research, chasing after people and stopping to have something to eat in between all of that. She did it without complaining, only because it had to be done.

To be a Doctor, John was very distracted – or too much into his job – to notice she was sick. Maybe because in London the weather usually gets healthy people to have red noses – without mentioning the massive amount of makeup (Y/N) had tried to avoid looking like a character from Zombie Land – or maybe because (Y/N) wasn’t complaining, but either way, John had no idea she was sick.

Eventually, their work finished with a black eye on John and a few dollars less from (Y/N)’s bag. The two friends said their good-byes and went to their own ways. John returned home to his wife, and (Y/N) went back to Baker Street to give Sherlock the information they had gotten.

“You look terrible.” Sherlock commented without looking up from the files on his hands.

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Goldilocks || 04

Rated M (language and smut)

Warnings: dry humping, breast play

Summary: After getting evicted, your two best friends Jimin and Taehyung offer you a place to stay until you get back on your feet. Needless to say, with a part time job and a mountain of student debt, that’s not happening any time soon. Eventually, they DO become really fond of having you around, helping with chores and even splitting rent. So when you come home one day to find someone has been sleeping in your couch-bed, well… it’s something you won’t take lightly.

Word Count: 3.9k

Out of context Goldilocks quote:
“If you guys are done making butt jokes I’d really like to watch this movie.”

Link to: Goldilocks Masterlist || Previous Part || Next Part

not my gif, credit to owner

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A/N: OH LOOK THE RATING CHANGED. Yeah so imma just leave this here and run. No EOPQ, but feedback is appreciated and depending on the reaction, I might be a hoe and drop 05 tomorrow. If you’re someone who doesn’t like smut, asterisk* is where it starts, skip until the *asterisk where it ends. You won’t be missing plot stuff. I made sure of that. NOW I’M GONNA RUN BYE~~

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Taehyung has always loved boobs.

It has become apparent over the past few years of your close friendship that it isn’t even a sexual thing sometimes. He simply loves boobs. Perky, droopy, big, small, even man-boobs. He’s explained several times that “they’re just like, really comfy, okay?”

The sad thing is, you can completely believe him, and this is one of the main reasons why you choose to cross your arms when he begins pleading, unabashed as Jungkook and Jimin look on.

“Baby, just come cuddle with me,” Taehyung laughs, gesturing in a pitiful attempt to persuade you to join him, speaking loudly to be heard above both the pouring rain outside and the dialogue of the movie.

“Go take care of your boner first,” you retort.

Taehyung’s lips slip into an easy, suggestive smile, “Wanna help me with that? Or should I say… give me a hand?”

You stifle a laugh, “The only hand I’ll be giving you is my entire fist up your ass.”

“Damn baby, that’s a bit much. Can’t we just start with a finger?”

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Sacred Ink - Roman Reigns x OFC

Author’s Note: Hi beautiful people! This is my entry for @thewriterformerlytaggedas & @fan-fiction-galore ‘s 31 Little Wrestling Fic’s October Challenge. It’s my take on some of the Native American stories that I grew up with, with some changes to fit my concept. I’m focusing mostly on Navajo myths, but there’s a mixture of tribes all over. I hope you like it!!

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SURVIVING WINTER // ESSENTIALS
(written by Glory)

It’s getting colder in the southern hemisphere and I’m only thinking of one thing… I love winter fashion and winter in general because the weather is a good enough excuse to curl up in a million blankets, watch movies all day, consume endless amounts of soup and tea and coffee – it’s just an overall great time. However, being cold sucks so here’s a 101 guide on how to survive winter and some essentials I personally need to get through it alive:

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Uhh... Jello.

Prompt: Gerard is a vampire casually living in New York, when he meets a cashier who works the graveyard shift at a small corner store.

Note: WHY DID I NAME IT THIS. WHY AM I SO BAD AT NAMING THINGS?!!?!

This one is rlly fluffy but I’m gonna write a pretty hot and intense vamp!gee fic next so yay


She was just incredible. Her soft H/C hair that fell perfectly no matter if she styled it or not, those sparkling E/C eyes that lit up the room? She was ridiculously gorgeous. Plus one day Y/N hadn’t worn her uniform (her manager must’ve been lenient that day) and instead wore a Smashing Pumpkins tee. If I wasn’t head over heels before, I certainly was now.

But there was only one tiny problem with asking her out.

“…And that problem is?” Frank asked, and I

My eye twitched, “My problem is that you turned me into a goddamn vampire, you dickhead!”

Frank Iero was a nice guy. My best friend, in fact. He had a good taste in music, would help you if you were feeling down, and was generally fun to be around, despite the copious amounts of sex jokes he made. Frank was also a two hundred year old vampire who was turned in the Victorian times.

He sighed, “Are you still angry at me for that?”

The story goes a bit like this. Frank and I had gone out drinking a few months ago and got absolutely hammered. We stumble back to his apartment somehow, both of our senses of composure out the window. This is when drunk Frank decides that he’s hungry and that the tastiest lunchable was his vulnerable best friend next to him, proceeding to drink me dry. Now, even drunk Frank realized after a few pints that he had taken too much. I had already passed out and was totally screwed. The choice boiled down to letting me die and live with killing his best friend, or force-feeding me his own blood and turning me into a vampire.

Guess which one he went with?

“Yes, Frank. I am still angry at you for making me and my brother immortal vampires.” I snapped, the sides of my phone dipping into my hand.

Oh yeah, when vampires are just born they are absolutely ravished. Frank was in the bathroom when I woke up, nursing a massive hangover, when Mikey walks in. I hadn’t returned his calls and he didn’t know If we had too much to drink. The moment he stepped through the door I had already begun drinking (If I remember right, he tasted horrible)

“Dude, there are worse things out there. I could’ve let you die, you know?” If I had a nickel every time he said that, I would be Oprah.

I collapsed my head into the couch and tried to relax. “Can we please just get back to the target conversation please?”

The guitarist hummed, “Right. So, why don’t you just ask out your little Bella Swan character then?”

I cringed, “God, please don’t, you know I hate that movie,” Frank just laughed like always. Asshole. “If I ask her out then I’m just going to end up biting her and that will ruin her life. That’s why I can’t, you idiot.”

“I don’t know, Gerard. I was around you three for what, a year? A year before turning one of you. And that stuff with Mikey? That’s on you, buddy.” He murmured smugly, and I heard a prominent slurping sound from the other line that made my chest pang. God, I was hungry. I hadn’t fed in a month, and I needed another bag from Frank, and soon.

I grabbed the bottle of pomegranate juice off the end table nearby, which did wonders for keeping the thirst at bay. “So I’ve gathered that you are completely useless, is that it?”

“Hey, buddy, the only advice that I can give you is to just go ask her out. What’s stopping you?”

I tapped my foot nervously, “Well… I mean, when I go near her I get all nervous. And there’s just butterflies in my stomach…”

“Digest them, goddamnit. You’re not getting any younger, just go ask her out. Do not call me again until you do.” And before I could even say anything, the line went dead.

Yep, Frank is completely useless.


I peaked around the corner, nervously biting at my bottom lip. It might’ve looked a bit creepy, now that I think about it. Y/N had her eyes closed, resting her head on her hand, meanwhile I was just watching her from the opposite end of the store, trying not to stare.

Her eyes opened suddenly, and I was caught off guard. I whirled away, pretending to busy myself with the granola bars on the shelf while she looked at me with an amused smile.

“You know you have to buy something, right? Not just stand there?” If the blood in my body hadn’t permanently gone cold I would’ve surely been blushing in that tiny corner store.

I scrambled for anything to buy that might distract me from the embarrassing situation. Wrapping my hands around the first thing I saw, I instantly marched up to the counter without actually looking down at what I was holding.

Y/N stifled a laugh as she looked down and I braced myself and slowly followed her eyesight.

It seemed that I was carrying a very large armful of individual Jello packets. And right there in that moment, I was silently wishing Frank had accidentally killed me instead of turning me. I would’ve been spared this fresh horror.

“Uuh…” I stuttered, my voice completely lost, “uhh… Jello.”

Why am I like this?

She chuckled, “Yeah, Jello. I can see that.”

Well at the very least it looked like I wouldn’t have to go through the extra embarrassment of asking her out, seeing as how I’ve practically exiled myself from every coming into this shitty corner store ever again. “I’ll just go…” As I turned to put the Jello back on their shelves, Y/N’s voice stopped me.

“Hey, It’s alright. You don’t have to be shy, It was just funny,” she said, and a brief glimpse of hope flittered through my head. Quickly, I placed the Jellos back onto the shelf and shuffled back over to the counter. “So I’ve seen you come by here a couple times now and I think that I should get to ask for your name.”

I smiled shyly, praying that she didn’t see anything too noticeable inside my mouth, “Ah.. I’m Gerard. Gerard Way. And I already know yours… From the nametag! Like, I’m not a stalker or anything.”

Fuck. My. Life.

Y/N just hummed, “That settles it then. You’re cute, awkward, and as you said, not a stalker. Gerard Way, would you care to go on a date?”

My eyes popped and my jaw loosened slightly. “Seriously?”

“Pretty sure. I mean, only if you want to.” She murmured.

Shaking my head, I quickly responded, “No no no, I would love to date you! I mean, go on a date with you! Holy shit, yes.”

The cashier giggled and a warm feeling twinged in my chest. “Well you’re enthusiastic, huh?” I nervously twiddled with the ends of my long hair, “Alright Gerard Way. Does tomorrow sound good? We can go get a coffee or something.”

“Coffee sounds really awesome,” Y/N pulled out a small slip of paper and a pen, preparing to write down her number. Just as she scribbled out the digits her finger accidentally slid against the edge of the parchment, and a sliver of red dotted her skin.

An intense pang shot through me, it felt like a heavy weight being thrown directly at my head. It wasn’t like it was the first time I’ve smelled blood since I turned, but I still haven’t got much better at controlling myself. She brushed it off like nothing happened, handing me the paper and smiling coyly.

“See you tomorrow, Gerard.” I forced out a smile, excitement completely forgotten and in it’s place was desperate, clawing thirst.

“Yeah, see you.” I rambled, rushing out of the doors while trying to act as inconspicuous as possible.

The biting air hit me full force when I stepped out the door but I could barely feel it over the painful burn that echoed through every bone in my body. Although my mouth was absolutely the worst off. It was as if my inner cheek was cracked and dry. My tongue felt like sandpaper and my throat? Imagine a metal rod glowing white with heat was being shoved down your throat, melting the skin and dissolving any moisture to be found. That was how bad my thirst had become.

Blood. I needed blood. I fucking needed it.

I ducked into a nearby alleyway, praying that nobody saw me. With shaking hands I took my phone from my pocket, shakily dialing Frank’s number and pressing it into my ear. “Come on… Frank, please pick up…”

“You’ve reached Frank Iero, if you want to get back to me-“

“Fuck you Frank, you choose now to not pick up? Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me!!” I shouted into the phone, anger swelling along with the burn in my throat.

“Hey, you okay, man?” A voice called from down the alley.

My head jerked to the noise, a deranged glint in my eyes. There was a man I didn’t recognize at the end of the alley and he just kept walking towards me. Everything was washing over me, the smell of iron in the air to the ear-splitting beat of his heart. It was painfully intense and it kept on getting worse because a random guy kept on walking towards me.

“Woah, are you alright? Should I call an ambulance?” The man was feet from me when I grabbed his throat, cutting off his windpipe. Before I knew what I was doing, he was already being held against the brick wall and my mouth was open wide.

Fangs slid out of my gums and I jerked the man’s head to the side, exposing his neck. The last thing I registered before blood hit my tongue was the terror flashing in the man’s eyes. His skin split under my sharp teeth and I began to suck, allowing the flow of his blood to pour into my mouth. It tasted beyond incredible. It felt as if I hadn’t had anything to drink in years when in reality it was only three or so weeks. A few pints later I began to hear desperate squeaks coming from my victim.

Victim. Victim? Why would I have a victim? A dull voice at the back of my mind was telling me that I had my fill and that I should let the guy go. I could kill him if I drink too much, after all. But then I focused on the thick taste of blood going down my throat and I was called back to the delicious blood.

A shrill gasp broke me from my thoughts, and I instantly tore from the man’s neck. The man fell to the ground, his face ashen and for a moment I thought he was dead until I saw the steady rise and fall of his chest.

But that wasn’t what shocked me. What shocked me was the figure standing in front of me.

It was Y/N, her lips parted and her eyes wide. I should’ve ran. I should’ve done something to stop her. Gag her, cover her mouth, something. Instead I just stood there with blood dripping down my chin.

“Gerard?” she whispered after what seemed like an eternity, “what… what did you…”

“Y/N please just let me explain,” I stepped towards her and she flinched, “okay, okay, see? I’m not going to hurt you.”

The cashier shook her head slowly, “you’re…”

I sighed, wiping the blood off my chin, “A vampire.”

“This… Isn’t possible,” I expected her to run away or grab a pitchfork. At the very least be scared. But instead she hesitantly stepped forward and slowly reached out a hand for my face. I caught on, completely relieved that she wasn’t freaked out.

“Vampires are real?” Y/N murmured breathlessly. I grinned, exposing the sharp fangs that poked out of my gums. She carefully touched the fangs, a gleam of awe in her gorgeous E/C eyes.

I nervously laughed, “You know, I imagined you reacting a bit differently if I ever told you.”

She smiled up at me, “Are you joking? Repressed goth motherfucker than I am, I think that this is totally cool.”


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Request: Hello, dear Author. Can You do the following request. Hope it will interest You. Reader is a famous singer, whose voice gets is a voice of a angel, but she hides her face behind a mask. Newt running after niffler is in concert hall and heard her. He sees her singing and fell in love with voice. But she had an abusive boyfriend, who is heating her… and here can be any variation of action…

Word Count: 5,703

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous but tagging @caseoffics @red-roses-and-stories @dont-give-a-bother

WARNING: Allusions to an Abusive Relationship


The silver lights cast the room in a sultry glow that drapes over the red plush seats and diamond-and-pearl covered guests like a silken shawl. Their conversations, soft under the intimidation of the glow, drift languidly toward the high ceiling of the theater and mingle together as they wander through the room.

A soft jazz tune weaves through the crowd, no more than a lazy cat no one pays much attention to as it sneaks over their heels and between the legs of their black slacks. The song wafts from the open orchestra pit, a moat between the seats and the massive wooden stage that juts out, looming in front of the crowd, a stage with such a history of grandeur that few agree to step onto it.

Some women shift in their seats in an attempt to peer around the velvet curtains that guard the back of the stage, separating audience and artist for now. They murmur to one another, wondering if the brave artist is back there, hidden in the folds of the shadows, listening to the conversations swirling around. Their chairs squeak as they move, trying to earn the first glimpse of the acclaimed performer with the voice of a cherubim.

They never see her, though, never notice you as you lean against the cool stone wall and try to understand the bits of muffled conversation that amble past you. Your eyes are shut, arms wrapped around your stomach, while you take slow breaths in through your nose, let them out through your mouth. The terror you’d known your first time on stage still haunts you, a ghost you can never rid yourself of no matter the amount of glowing reviews in newspapers or number of sold out concert halls. Terror is a constant in your life, one of the only constants you’ve known for the past four years.

Two hands wrap around your waist, covering your own hands, a wave of thick cologne that ruins your slow breathing and causes you to cough accompanying them.

Theo’s hot breath, smelling of cigarettes and whiskey, scrapes across the side of your face. “You know you’re not supposed to hang out side stage before the show, darling.”

“I needed a break.” You murmur as his stubble scratches your cheek and his chin digs into your shoulder.

“Your wardrobe team tore backstage apart looking for you. They want to get you ready.” He tugs you against his chest.

“They have plenty of time.”

“They need to start soon or you won’t look radiant tonight.”

The insult doesn’t upset you, not anymore. “What does it matter how I look if they’re here for my voice?”

His fingertips dig lightly into your stomach. “No one wants to listen to an ugly person sing. You need to shine, darling. We’ve been over this.”

The bile in your stomach simmers and you feel sick, but you nod at his words. “I’ll meet with wardrobe soon.”

He presses a rough kiss against your exposed neck. “Don’t be long. They need to get to work or we’re paying them for nothing.”

“I know, love.” You whisper as his arms unwrap from around you with one final squeeze.

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Three times and one (Part III)

Being an ordinary human girl among a group of extraordinary people with peculiar abilities on an entirely different planet can be much of a challenge, more so that you have taken quite a liking into a certain God of Mischief, with whom you oddly seem to get along with very well. Sounds like trouble? Well, you kind of asked for it. 

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Part I | Part II

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The Girl Who Stole His Heart // BamBam

Originally posted by krystuan

Pairing: BamBam x Reader (ft. Jinyoung, Yugyeom & Youngjae)

Genre: Fluff

Summary; It’s your first date with BamBam. You’re both super nervous, and neither of you know that you’re being watched by three sets of eyes!

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Okay, I bet at this point there is literally no one, I MEAN N O  O N E, on this Godforsaken website that doesn’t know Yuri!!! On Ice. But for the minuscule amount of you who don’t know/don’t watch Yuri!!! On Ice, here is what you are missing.

The Characters

Yuuri Katsuki: He’s a twenty-three-year-old Japanese figure skater that went from:

To this: 

IN THREE DAMN EPISODES. 

WE USED TO THINK THIS BOY WAS A CINNAMON ROLL… HE IS NOT. 

Skills: Ice Skating, ballet dancing, being hot, seducing Russian celebrities, break dancing, pole dancing, and being adorable as fuck. 

He is relatable AF: has a breakdown before an important event, has a mental illness, likes food, has idolized someone he’d really only seen from afar and GOT ENGAGED TO HIM AFTER ABOUT A YEAR OF GETTING TO KNOW EACH OTHER (THEY ARE GETTING MARRIED AND YOU CANNOT TELL ME OTHERWISE). Basically, anything this guy can do, EVERYONE CAN DO. 

He’s blind without his glasses. 

Victor Nikiforov: He’s a twenty-seven-year-old Russian figure skater that has won gold at the Grand Prix Finals five consecutive years in a row. 

He’s hot AF and STILL LOOKING FREAKING AMAZING. *WOLF WHISTLE* SIGN ME UP FOR THE NEXT GRAND PRIX.  

Skills: Figure skating, having the best damn English Dub accent ever, ballet dancing, dancing in general, also is adorable as fuck, and literally the most charismatic guy ever. HE GETS ALONG WITH EVERYONE. 

He owns a poodle. His name is Maccachin. This is him:

Victor is the sappy LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT DORK. 

Yuri Plisetsky: A 15-year-old angry kitten boy Russian skater prodigy. He’s known as the Russian Punk, the Russian Fairy, and the Russian Ice Tiger. The fandom refers to him as Yurio to differentiate from Yuuri K. 

This is Him: 

Skills: Being an angry kitten, figure skating, being a smol bean son, being emo, being a fantastic fangirl protector, loving cats, ballet dancing, break dancing, being embarrassed, and AGAPE (Pronounced: Ah-Gah-Pay). 

He loves his grandpa, he secretly loves his fandom, and most importantly, all he wants is to be loved and accepted by his precious parents: Victor and Yuuri. 


NEXT UP

THE PRODUCERS/WRITERS OF SHOW: 

THEY FUCK US OVER EVERY EPISODE. Literally, this was everyone during each episode. 

Episode 1: There’s no way it can gayer than this. 

Episode 2: There’s no way it can gayer than this. 

Episode 3: There’s no way it can gayer than this.

Episode 4: There’s no way it can gayer than this. 

Episode 5: There’s no way it can gayer than this. 

Episode 6: There’s no way it can gayer than this. 

Episode 7: There’s no way it can gayer than this. 

Episode 8: I swear if that dog dies I will start stabbing people. 

Episode 9: IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY~ WITHOUT YOU MY FRIEND~ AND- OH MY GOSH THAT HUG THO IT’S LIKE A MARRIAGE PROPOSAL. 

Episode 10: What? What the fuck? What happened?! WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING. THIS EXPLAIN SO MANY THING!! UNFOLLOW ME NOW THIS WILL BE THE ONLY THING I TALK ABOUT FOR A LONG TIME.


It’s not queerbaiting. I’ll say it again: IT’S NOT QUEERBAITING. This has a canon gay couple and it’s treated on the same level and respect as a heterosexual couple. 

It’s not classified as yaoi or shonen-ai. 

Somehow it seems like the producers/writers are watching us and keeping up with the fandom. Like, in episode 10 it broke EVERYONE. It tore down what we originally thought was canon, and made it a million times better with NO PLOT HOLES. LIKE WHAT BLACK MAGIC FUCKERY IS THIS??!?!

COSTUMES: 

ANIMATION: 

Opening Song: 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5u3RGhznctE

CAN YOU FEEL MY HEART BEAT TIE THE FEELING NEVER ENOUGH I CLOSE MY EYES AND TELL MYSELF THAT MY DREAMS WILL COME TRUE.

Closing Song:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Onv0V1UIps

YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE 


This show breaks all stereotypes.

The American Skater is a Latino that choreographs who’s own music and programs. 

We ship him with a little Chinese skater named Guang-Hong Ji. Their ship name is called Leoji. 

The Canadian is an asshole…that’s right, the Canadian is an asshole that goes by King JJ. 

It’s not yaoi, it’s yuri too. There is a Russian girl named Mila and an Italian girl named Sara. Some of us ship them. I refer to it as Mira Shipping. 

Some of us also ship Yurio and Otabek (*furiously searches what nationality he is*). We don’t have a ship name yet. But Yurio is like 15-16 canon wise, and Otabek is 18. They’re perfect for each other. 

THIS SHOW IS PERFECTION. 

ONE OF US

ONE OF US 

ONE OF US

AND FOR THOSE OF YOU LOOKING FOR THE LIE… THERE IS NONE. THIS IS ALL 100% TRUE. 

This show is a massive mindfuck and everything I have ever needed in my life.

Bonus: We trend #1 at every week. 

Memorable Quotes:

“Without beauty, strength is nothing.” -Lillia Baranovskaya 

“Seduce me with all you have.” -Victor Nikiforov 

“We’ll get married once he wins a gold medal.” -Victor Nikiforov

“I think I’m going to come.” -Christophe Giacometti

When I open up, he meets me where I am. I shouldn’t be afraid to open up more!” -Yuuri Katsuki. “I want to be hated as the man who took Viktor from the world!” -Yuri Katsuki

You have to do the opposite of what people expect. How else will you surprise them?” -Victor Nikiforov

How can someone who can’t motivate others motivate himself?” -Victor Nikiforov.”

“Yuri Plisetsky. Do not use untasteful words.” -Lillia Baranovskaya. 

One More Thing:

We don’t have shipping wars, we have spelling wars

It’s either Victuuri (THIS ONE FIGHT ME), Viktuuri, Victuri, or Vikturi. Yes, the shipping name sounds like Victory!

Basically, it’s worth watching.

~Admin Hails. 

anonymous asked:

could you possibly do a request where naruto is really stressed about hid hokage duties and one night he just breaks down crying because everyone expects do much of him and sasuke cheers him up? A lot of fluff if possible! And thanks! <3

“Naruto?”

Naruto opened his tired eyes to see Sasuke staring at him lovingly.

“Sasuke?”

Naruto started waking up, stretching out his stiff muscles from falling asleep yet again on his table.

“Naruto get up or you will be late for work.”

Naruto jolted up in haste to Sasuke’s comment.

“What time is it?”

“7 am.”

Naruto immediately ran to the bathroom washed his face and teeth, quickly changing into his clothes at the same time and ran out the door. He didn’t even have time to say goodbye to Sasuke who was standing by the door looking at him run furiously back to the Hokage tower.

Naruto was surviving on such little hours of sleep lately, not like his normal hours were spectacular but at least he got more than 6 hours of sleep. Naruto would be lucky if he got more than 2 hours per night this week.

Everything had been piling up, the chunin exams were around the corner and so much crap had happened recently that his mind was literally about to implode from the amount of stress it was undertaking.

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Naruto jumped through the window, he had no time to waste he walked over to a pile of urgent papers stacked in the corner of his room and started speed writing. He felt like his hand was working triple the speed, until a moment occurred and the words on his paper started to blur due to the velocity of Naruto’s eyes moving back, forward and across the paper to keep up with his hands.

“Hey Naruto, did you not get any sleep again tonight? Because you look like shit again.”

Naruto looked up to Kakashi with a very sarcastic face that said ‘no shit’.

“What do you think?”

“Most definitely no if you look like this pile of shit.”

Naruto irritatingly brushed off Kakashi’s comments and refocused on the papers which laid before him.

“Naruto please don’t kill the messenger, but we have a situation.”

Naruto dug his nails into the wooden desk which had suffered enough from Naruto’s stress this week, the wood looked bashed and tattered from the amount of times Naruto had clawed, punched and kicked it out of frustration.

Naruto was ready to receive another thing on top of everything that he already had.

“For fuck sake, what else could go wrong?”

“Shikamaru has reported strange activity in the forest west from here, it seems like a couple of rouge ninja have found their way to Konoha but we should be able to handle them on our own.”

Naruto rubbed his temples to find some form of release to his throbbing migraine.

“Fuck okay, um… Go round up a team of elite shinobi and back up Shikamaru.”

“On it.”

Kakashi was gone in a quick blink leaving a trail of clouds after him.

Naruto looked at his papers which all had red marks saying urgent on them and turned around to see the beautiful sunny day. He let out a deep sigh, wishing so desperately he could be out there again, doing missions, venturing the road less traveled. But his Hokage duties were constant and at times brutal. The amount of time and dedication being Hokage demanded was something he was never prepared for, or at least forewarned about.

The hours were heavy, his social life was slowly crumbling around him, he saw people close to him slowly back away to give him space so he could focus. But that meant losing valuable relationships in his life, losing time for friends and fun and ultimately losing time to be with Sasuke. Naruto was worried, extremely worried that Sasuke was going to say he didn’t want to be with Naruto anymore because all he did was work, he had that terrifying thought in the back of his mind for a while now and it haunted him everyday.

Naruto needed to stop thinking about everything but work, he needed to focus, he had a job, actually a responsibility to be the best Hokage there ever was. And now that he was here he would have to show them that they choose the right guy.

Naruto furiously started to write and read the urgent documents, signing and finalizing various papers which would heavily impact the upcoming year in Konoha. He only wished that the decisions he made today were the correct ones and that his choices wouldn’t come back to bite him in the butt later on.

-

“Naruto, have you finished the papers on the expansion?”

Naruto frantically started thinking about the 50 trillion papers he had signed off today.

“Uh…. Fuck Kiba, I did. But it’s in this giant ass pile. Can you possibly look for it because I have to keep going?”

“God Naruto how hard do they have you working that you can’t find a paper?”

“You have no fucking idea Kiba.”

Naruto kept writing the next lot of papers, looking through the fine print for water access into the village and the new proposition for lowering water demands in the village. He tried to wrap his head around the massive figures and statistics on the paper but ultimately it made no sense to him, as much as he re-read it nothing clicked in his brain.

“You look like your struggling there?”

“Fuck I need Shikamaru. Any chance you can find him and tell him to come in?”

“What am I your errand boy now?”

“Oh, please Kiba I’lle make it up to you?”

“Fuck fine, only because I don’t want you to assign me shit jobs.”

“Wise decision, thanks Kiba.”

-

Kiba left the Hokage tower feeling annoyed Naruto had him running his errands but secretly deep down he knew Naruto could use all the help he could get, he looked like he was about to have a mental break down from lack of sleep and raging amount of stress. If it wasn’t evident enough by the amount of papers piled in his room, his sagging eyes which screamed lack of sleep were also big indicators.

Kiba walked down the streets, kicking the rocks on the road out of his way.

He heard a very familiar voice talking around the corner, it sounded like Sasuke.

Kiba thought he had enough time to complain to the Hokage’s boyfriend about how annoying Naruto was for sending him on some annoying errands so he decided to turn the corner and find were Sasuke was hiding.

-

“Do you think these are nice?”

“Oh, yer they are beautiful, just like you.”

“Hm… they sure are pretty.”

Kiba was shocked by what he was hearing. He sneakily looked around the corner, peering so he could only see a slither of Sasuke talking to a very attractive man at the flower shop.

Was he cheating on Naruto? What was he going to say? He couldn’t stay quiet, but Naruto would be heart broken.

“I’lle get these” Sasuke pointed at a bunch of yellow flowers.

“Great choice handsome.”

“Hm., yer if I do so say myself they are really pretty.”

Kiba turned away, hastily running away from the scene. He was panting and over analysing everything he just saw.

-

Naruto had been sitting down writing, reading and signing for nearly 11 hours straight at this point, he didn’t even know what time it was or even if it was a different day but he didn’t care he just had to keep working. The elders expected his presentation to be ready for tomorrow, the design and curriculum of the new ninja academy was given to him and he was going to do everything in his power to do his best.

Naruto heard a faint knock on his door and slightly got irritated by it.

“Come in.”

Kiba walked in with slump shoulders.

“Hey Naruto.”

“Kiba, great did you speak to Shikamaru?”

“Yep, he said he can be over in 20 minutes he is just finishing helping Kakashi.”

Naruto could sense something was wrong with Kiba he seemed off, he didn’t have time to waste, but he also wasn’t a shit friend and didn’t want to brush Kiba off if something was bothering him.

Naruto needed to figure out how to be a decent human being and be good at his job without compromising anything.

“Is something bothering you?”

“Uh, nothing don’t worry about it.”

“Oh, come on Kiba, tell me, I know something is up.”

Kiba hesitated but ultimately decided to spill his secrets.

“Naruto, I might be over analysing or saw something that isn’t true, but I just thought you ought to know.”

Naruto’s mind was now fully fixated on Kiba, he anxiously waited the words which would come out of Kiba’s mouth, scared it might be something he didndt want to hear, or something he couldn’t deal with right now.

“I saw Sasuke with another guy…”

Naruto’s heart stopped the room became quite the air suddenly dropped a thousand degrees. He couldn’t focus on anything his head felt fogged with a thousand emotions.

“I don’t know what I saw but he seemed really close to him and the guy was obviously flirting with Sasuke, and he didn’t say anything he just casually went along with his flirting, I really hope I’m wrong I just thought you should know.”

Naruto gulped down harshly, feeling his throat close in response. He felt as though he was struggling to breathe, like someone was holding his lungs shut.

“Oh, don’t worry Kiba it properly was his friend, thank you for looking out for me though, if that Is all I have to continue.”

“Oh okay, I’lle leave you be.”

“Thank you Kiba, really that was very nice of you.”

Kiba sent a friendly wave to Naruto and left through his front door.

-

Naruto started to focus on the papers again, trying his hardest to focus on the words in front of him, but all he saw was Sasuke with another guy, they looked close, flirting. He tried to highlight a sentence but his hands were shaking furiously.

He tried to push through, but tears started to fall onto the paper and his vision was no more than blurred clouds of salty tears.

Naruto flung the papers aside harshly, slamming his pen down at the same time. He stood up abruptly and went to the corner or his room. Looking out to the village through the large windows, he saw his reflection, his dark sagged eyes filled to the brim with hot tears. His weak physic and his pathetic self, looking back at him, just looking.

If he was better at this, better at being Hokage, better at numbers and figures and just fucking better at his job maybe Sasuke wouldn’t be trying to find another guy right now? Maybe this was all his fault?

He was so fucking down, the tears kept rolling down his cheeks, falling one by one creating a small stream of pain, sadness, stress and ultimately failure.

-

“Naruto, you called for me?”

Naruto quickly wiped away his tears and turned around to face Shikamaru

“Are you okay Naruto?”

Naruto nodded quickly and brought Shikamaru forward.

“Yer I’m just tired, can you look at this please and try to explain what the fuck they are trying to say, the statistics on this paper just makes zero  sense to me.”

Shikamaru looked at the paper with an inquisitive face scanning everything with fine detail like most geniuses did.

“Wow, this is quite detailed. Are you sure you want me to go over all of it, it’s quite detailed it might take me a while to go through all of it?”

“Yer go on, it’s not like I am in a rush to get home or anything.”

Shikauramaru looked at Naruto with a confused look.

“Sasuke won’t be waiting for you?”

“Nope his out with a mate.”

“Oh okay, well then, let’s start from the beginning.”

-

3 am

Naruto closed his door and walked out the Hokage tower, he was in no rush to face Sasuke right now. He was too tired to fight and too emotionally unstable to hear that he was leaving him. He thought if he slept on the couch and left in an hour or two, Sasuke wouldnt even wake up and hear Naruto coming in or out.

-

Naruto quietly opened his house, trying his best not to wake Sasuke to avoid any fights that would properly be coming soon.

His house was lit with tiny candles everywhere, soft violin was playing in the back ground and beautiful yellow flowers where in a vase which had sticky note on them. He went forward to read the note that had a beautiful message from Sasuke.

-These flowers are for you, let them brighten your day just like you brighten mine, my beautiful sunshine.-

Naruto picked up the most beautiful sunflowers he had ever seen in his life, they were bunched together with a soft yellow ribbion which tied the 10 flowers together.

“Funny story about those flowers, the guy at the shop was hell trying to flirt with me so I would buy more but I was pretty set on those, because they remind me of you.”

Naruto turned around to see Sasuke standing in the midst of dimly lit candles. Suddenly his head ache, anger and tiredness had all vanished.

“Sasuke, what is all of this?”

“Well let’s just say I pulled a few strings and got you the day off tomorrow, so… if you would like to follow me?”

Naruto’s heart was pounding loudly within his chest and his skin vibrated when it came into contact with Sasuke hand as if each cell on his hand wanted to be closer and closer, until two became one.

-

Naruto was being dragged by Sasuke to the  bathroom, as soon as he was in the bathroom his eyes were met with a sight of pure bliss. The bathroom was lit with twinkling fairy lights which were placed all around the place. The bath was full of bouncing bubbles which were accompanied by warm water and drizzled with rose petals scattered on top of this scenic view There were candles by the window and a towel freshely pressed on the towel holder.

“Okay, either I’lle rip your clothes off or you can. Though not going to lie I would rather do it.”

Naruto chuckled lightly looking happily into Sasuke’s eyes.

“Sasuke, I can’t believe you…”

“Uh… no words just change.”

Naruto looked at Sasuke cheekily and walked closer to his partener so their bodies were no longer separated.  He slowly kissed Sasukes neck, tickling him in the process.

“Naruto, you know I’m ticklish.”

Sasuke started to laugh but quickly pushed him away.

“Naruto get changed or I will attack you.”

“Hm I guess you will have to do it your self.”

Sasuke looked up with lustful eyes, his fingers lingered on Naruto’s cheeks furiously fighting back the temptation to not remove all of Naruto’s clothes and take him into the bedroom.

“You are torturing me, but today is for you to relax and as much as sex sounds like heaven to me, its not going to relax you at all.”

“Shame.”

Naruto started to kiss Sasukes cheeks, moving down to bite his lower lip. Sasuke started pulling up Naruto’s shirt to reveal an extremely ripped body. He slowly pulled down his pants and boxers so he was left bare.

“Fuck this is difficult, here take ya dam rope and get in the bath.”

Naruto chuckled but did as he was told and as much as tempting Sasuke was fun a bath actually sounded like heaven for his aching body and mind.

-

As soon as Naruto touched the water his skin leapt in happiness. His muscles relaxed soothing into the warm sensation that was the bubble bath warm silky water.

His mind entered a state of absolute relaxation, he could felt the enormous pile of stress built in every corner of his body release. He opened his eyes and Sasuke was staring lovingly at him, watching Naruto like he was the most important person that mattered in his universe.

“So Naruto don’t laugh…but I may have learnt something for you.”

Naruto curiously looked at Sasuke whilst playing with the bubbles which floated around his knees.

“Uh, what is it?”

“Give me two secs.”

Sasuke left quickly and went off to the bedroom, Naruto heard shuffing and banging. He was superbly curious about what the hell Sasuke was on about.

Sasuke walked in with a classical guitar looking enormously shy.

“Holy shit you learnt to play the guitar?”

“Shut up usuratonkachi.”

Sasuke walked over to the bath and sat on the edge, he carefully placed his slender hands on the cords and looked up to            Naruto.

“Well, this is the most humiliating thing you will ever see, so… if you laugh at me I swear I will chidori your ass to the ground.”

Naruto chuckled a little then smiled cheekily.

“Go on Sasuke I wont laugh, or at least I’lle try.”

Sasuke raised his eyebrow in slight annoyance but decided not to already destory Naruto with his guitar.

“Okay here goes nothing.”

Sasuke started playing a beautiful tune that melted into the steamy air, each cord played sounded like heaven had touched Narutos ears. The soft tune played softly caressing every fiber in Naruto’s body. The rose petals floating on top of the waters surface seemed to dance in tune with guitar.

Naruto was in total ecstasy, his body and mind were being transported to the hills of spain. As he laid there in his hammock brushed by the silky fabric of water he lost all recollection that he was actually at home and in the bath tub.

-

Sasuke tapped Naruto gently, brushing away damp hair which dangled closely around his eyes.

“Babe you feel asleep.”

Naruto looked around, sad that his dream of spain and sweet classical guitar had ended.

He was astonished by how quickly he had been cradled to sleep by the soft tunes of Sasuke’s playing, what shocked him more is how Sasuke had learnt to play so beautifully without him noticing, was he that busy at work that he hadn’t noticed it?

“Sasuke, how did you learn to play so beautifully, you literally serenaded me to sleep?”

Sasuke brought over a towel for Naruto and helped him out of the tub.

“Well to be honest I only started last month, you have been so busy and stressed lately that I thought I would try do something nice for you.”

Naruto looked at this man, actually at this angel, even better yet at this god amongst men. Not only was he able to pick up an instrument and play it like an expert in one month, he was also the most caring and beautiful person on this planet.

“Hm, did you know I love you Sasuke?”

Sasuke had a small smirk on his face, his cheeks turned a soft pink, “I may be aware.”

Naruto was so blissfully happy in this moment with his partner, he didn’t want to waste a minute longer not fully appreciating every muscle, fiber and cell of Sasuke.

Naruto took Sasuke’s hand and dragged him to the bedroom. He through Sasuke onto the bed with enough force to not actually hurt the man.

“Wooh, Naruto your tired, its okay go to bed we can continue this tomorrow.”

Naruto cheekily smirked, he looked at his phone which was on the cabinet next to him, the time shined in the dark room, iluminating 4.30 am.

“It is tomorrow.”

Naruto let go off his towel and dimmed the light down, enough to still see the curves and dips of Sasukes body.

-

Insecurities {pt.1}

Originally posted by itschiminie

REQUEST: an angst/fluff jimin scenario or something in which the reader and him meet after one of their concerts and become best friends and realize they have feelings for each other. Maybe the reader and Jimin helping each other with their insecurities.

{Pt.2}

Genre: fluff, slight angst (we’ll get there later though)

Pairing: Jimin x You

Word Count: 3200+

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR MY FIRST EVER REQUEST! I’m really sorry it took me forever, but school was going on, ideas were rough…and I just felt like this prompt made for a good series. I will say that writing this in a dual perspective is quite challenging. I really hope you guys enjoy this. I’m really hoping this series turns out well (mechanically wise as well as storyline goes). 


[Y/N’s P.O.V.]

Noooo! I don’t want the concert to end already! I had so much fun. Can’t they just stay here for a while more? I mean, they don’t have to perform. They can just talk with us and stand there, or sit…or lay down for crying out loud! Just, don’t leave us yet.

The concert was coming to an end and the boys were walking around the stage, greeting us, waving at us, messing around. Jin and Tae were at the very center, messing around. Taehyung had decided to dump an entire bottle of water  on Jin, and the two were just running around chasing. Hoseok. Rapmon, and Yoongi decided to mess around with a hat that another fan gave them. It was so cute…Hoseok was wearing first, but then decided to give it to Rapmon…HOW ADORABLE! Jungkook on the other hand was on the far left waving to all the other concert goers and just interacting with everyone else. My sweet sweet Jimin…ahhh, he’s just perfection. OH MY GOD HE’S COMING THIS WAY! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! Wait…the plushie! I almost forgot the plushie!

It was a cute little mochi plushie. Pastel pink, round, fluffy, and absolutely adorable; everything that Jimin was. There are so many people in front of me though, there is no way they’re going to let me get at the very front. Luckily I’m not too far back, but it’s now or never. I have to throw the plushie now. After all, no one is going to get hurt, or trip over it. It is the end of the concert. 

I took a deep breath, and with great strength, threw the pink mochi plush. I didn’t want undershoot and have the plushie end up in the dark abyss, which is pretty much the floor where the boys can’t reach. It’s always better to overshoot in this case, because worst case scenario, it goes over them. But I suppose that wasn’t worse case scenario for me.

I have such horrible timing. Always have, always will.

The moment I threw it, well, I didn’t overshoot. Nor did I undershoot. Instead, I hit a target.

“Oh shit…” I gasped.

[Jimin’s P.O.V]

I swear to god. Taehyung and Jin hyung are just too much sometimes, but still…I’m glad they’re having fun. I decide to walk to the far right of the concert stage since no one was really there. I’m standing, waving, and just ultimately smiling that so many people showed up! I mean, I never knew this many people would show up. I couldn’t help but feel such a warm feeling envelop me. The happiness I’m feeling, nothing can compare at this moment.

What the hell was that? What just hit me in the face? I looked down at my feet and see that it’s a pastel pink plush. I bend down to pick it up and when I do, I look into the crowd wondering just who could’ve possibly thrown this at me.

Her! I mentally point at the girl who is embarrassed for her poor life and is spewing nothing but sorry. Her almond eyes, round because she was so shocked. Brown and bold they are, and her forehead is furrowed, probably because of how mortified she’s feeling. I don’t understand why, it was an accident. As a way to calm her down, I smile a gently, thanking her for the plush and letting her know that I’m ok. The moment I smile, the furrows on her forehead disappear, although she doesn’t stop with the “I’m sorry” mantra. But…I’m glad she’s a little bit at ease. A beautiful girl like her shouldn’t worry so much.

[Y/N’s P.O.V]

The concert ended and I decided to stay behind because I wanted the venue and the pit to clear. See, I have a slight form of enochlophobia. Tight spaces in crowds, large moving crowds, essentially, anything more than 80 people freaks me out. When I was 12, I was in the school gym on the first day of school. And that means brand new textbooks that you have to lug around all day because teachers love to assign massive amounts of homework. It doesn’t help when you’re an honors student either. That means two textbooks in my hand, and two in my backpack. Seriously, I was Atlas…carrying the weight of the world on my back. That can bring a kid down when they’re only 12 and 90 pounds.  

My dumbass school was overcrowded too. A school that was only meant for 500 kids, was trying to cram and jail about 900 of us. It was hell itself. Fights breaking out every day. Riots between different classes was the norm. And being bullied was just something that was as cool as the latest trend. Anyways…here I am, carrying the world on my shoulders when the stupid P.E. teachers decide to dismiss us. That’s when all hell broke loose.

I’m in the middle of the crowd trying to get out. About 300 of us, trying to get out of the double doors that held us in. Everyone is pushing and shoving, when all of a sudden, I feel myself falling down. Nothing to hold on to. No one to catch me. I fell on the floor, and all that I saw, were feet going over me. Kids shouting, rushing to get out, because like always: The youth have no concern for the wellbeing of themselves or others.  Feet were dragged over me, people were trampling over me, falling over me, being knocked over, while I was in the center of it. I shut my eyes, hoping that this would all end soon. My friend, my hero, she tried so hard to get people to walk around. But when she couldn’t, just like me she had to wait until everything was over. She helped me up, and walked me over to the nurses office where I had a massive headache for hours. Only to be picked up by my mom, taken to the hospital, and find out that I had a concussion.

That, my friends, is how I came to slightly fear crowds. Ironically though, I decided to go to the concert by myself because I didn’t want to feel like I was dragging anyone along. I also don’t want my friends freaking out thinking there’s something wrong with me every time I fangirl. God…I really have to make some kpop friends. Although, it was fun having all these fans with me, the singing, the chanting. The screaming. Especially when they all came out on stage! OH. MY. GOD! THEY LOOKED DIVINE! The sons of Aphrodite herself. But Jimin. My god. Jimin, was a sight to see. His beautiful pink hair, parted in two. His muscles. His thighs! And my god that Jibooty! If I’m being honest here, I can just stare at his butt all day long. Not that I was, but I was totally staring at his ass. Thoughts about the concert continued to play over and over again as I exited the section I was in. I walked straight outside thinking it was going to be empty, but was welcomed with a swarm of concert goers, merchandise sellers, and hot dog vendors. I just want to get to my car and go home. I am so exhausted, and my throat hurts so much from screaming. Will I be able to talk tomorrow?

I’m sitting in my car waiting for traffic to die down when I begin looking and enjoying all the beautiful videos and pictures that I captured. My god…Not Today was so hyped. And Jungkook! His performance. I mean, yeah, I’ve seen him dance. I’ve heard him sing. But by himself?! His choreography too! It was so simple, yet so intricate. THIS BOY CAN PERFORM! 

But when Jimin came on stage. Wow. Wow. Wow. I mean. Wow. That’s all I can say. This boy has me speechless and wrecking my mind. I’ve seen his performance before, but to witness it live, that was a whole other experience. To see him blindfolded, dancing, body rolling, performing his iconic swirls and turns and spins. The way he moved. His contemporary background was definitely showcased, and my god his vocals. I. Am. Speechless.

The videos kept playing one by one, and I kept scrolling through all the pictures that I had taken, admiring all the members features. Thier jawlines, their eyes, even the sweat glistening and dripping off their faces. It wasn’t until long growl rumbled from me.

“Oh my god, I’m starving” I realized.

Traffic had dispersed and I was now driving with a huge smile on my face still succumbing to the idea that I had just seen the boys live! I didn’t realize how long I was sitting in my car. It had been a whole hour! I starting driving until I remembered that there was a small diner not too far off.

 [Jimin’s P.O.V.]

We walked back stage drenched in our own sweat…well, except for Jin hyung. He was soaked in his sweat and water because Taehyung decided to pour water all over him. Although our limbs were like jello, and our muscles were stiff and sore, we had smiled all over our faces and just enjoying the high we got from performing.

“DID YOU SEE THAT RAINBOW OCEAN?!!! GAH…” exclaimed Namjoon.

All I can think about was if my performance was as great as everyone else’s. Jungkookie’s voice was stable, and well, he can do just about anything perfectly. Tae was good too. His voice, soft and light, yet powerful at the same time. Hobi hyung performed amazing and the crowd…well, they went wild. I just… I wish I performed the same way they all did. I don’t know. Maybe I did? But I know I could have done better. My footwork could have been cleaner, my arms could have been more fluid, I definetly could have put more emotion into it.  Maybe I’m just not-

“JIMINIE!” shouted Tae.

I heard my name being called and began walking over to Taehyung.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“You ok? You seemed to be a little lost.”

“I guess. I’m just tired if anything.” Little did he know I was critiquing my performance.

We all gathered and started heading to our dressing room so we can all just sit back and relax in our comfortable clothing. It wasn’t until Jin said something that we all began talking once again. 

“Aigoo, listen to my stomach…I’M SO HUNGRY” Jin whined.

“But hyung, you’re always hungry.” retorted Jungkook

“Don’t act like you’re not hungry, I know you are! Listen to your stomach 

“I’m almost sure that’s just your stomach”

Hobi hyung walked up to them, “Oh come on Jungkookie, it’s late, we’re tired, let’s go get something to eat. 

Now that I think about it, I’m starving. I was so exhausted I totally forgot about my hunger.

“There was this diner not too far from here. Let’s go there!” Jin replied.

We grabbed our sweaters since it was cold outside, and began walking since it wasn’t too far from us. I wish we actually decided to drive over there, the 10 minute walk felt like forever! My muscles, are just exhausted. I’m exhausted!

When we reached the diner, it was quiet. No one was here, which, for us, was heaven. We love our fans. We truly do, but after a concert, sometimes peace and quiet is what we need. The hostess led us to our booth and we all squeezed in. Rapmon going in first, then Hobi, Yoongi apparently wanting to sit next to Hobi, but felt uneasy because he was too close to Namjoon. Jungkook sat next Yoongi hyung, probably hoping he would buy him something, With Tae then sitting next Kookie, it’s no doubt that Jin is going to have a handful today. I decided to sit at the edge, only because if I want to get up and go to the restroom, I have no one to crawl over, or have to ask people to get up.

As the hostess leaves, our server stops by, hands each one of us the menu and asks “Is there anything I can get you to drink? 

“SPRITE!!” Hobi hyung shouted.

“I’ll take a coke” added Yoongi hyung

“Can I get an apple juice please?” Jungkookie asked in his meek voice.

“I’ll take a coffee and water,” Rapmon hyung said politely. 

Once everyone placed their orders, the server looked at me. 

“Uhh…I’ll take a water,” I said meekly.

We were quiet until the server came back with our drinks. “Why coffee? Don’t you want something cold?” I asked Namjoon hyung.

“That’s what the water is for. Besides, the coffee is to help me wake up.”

Hyung picks up his coffee mug and places it to his lips, getting ready to take a sip. He blows on the coffee in an effort to cool it down, but fails the moment the hot coffee comes into contact with his lips.

“AIGOO!! THIS IS SO HOT!” he shouts. He reaches for the glass, but with his luck knocks it over, making the water spill all over me and Jin hyung.

“AISH! WHY?! For once can you grab something without knocking it over, or breaking it….” Jin hyung scolded.

“It’s ok..I’ll be back, I’m just gonna go to the restroom and pat this dry.” I got up and left an angry Jin who was too busy scolding Namjoon. 

[Y/N’s P.O.V.] 

I  walked into the diner fatigued and famished. As soon as I stepped towards the sign that read ‘please wait to be seated’, I heard someone shouting. 

“WHY DO YOU HAVE TO SPILL EVERYTHING?” 

That voice…I’ve heard that voice before. Why is it so familiar? As I turned to the familiar shouting, I recognized the six faces before me. There they are. Oh my god. What are they all doing here? Jin, Namjoon, Jungkook, J-Hope, Taehyung, and Yoongi. Wait…where’s Jimin?

I turned my head from the left to the right, then to the back of the diner in hopes of trying to find the cutie with a sweet shy smile. But I couldn’t find him anywhere.

“Excuse me Miss?” the hostess interrupted

“Yes?” I responded quizzically 

“Um…I’ve been asking where would you like to sit”

“Oh.” I chuckled. “I’m sorry, uh…how about any place that’s farthest from that group?” I asked meekly. 

“Sure thing miss.” 

I decided to sit as far as possible because one, I’m not one to intrude on someone’s privacy…I mean these guys go through so much. Second, I’m not comfortable with the way I look. Although I was known for being really pretty in high school, it’s one thing to be told, and another thing to believe it. I decided to order a hamburger and a coke since I was starving. When I was a younger, my dad always told me to wash my hands before I ate. I could already hear his voice in my head to tell me to go “WASH YOUR HANDS!” 

I got up, and headed to the restroom. I was so exhausted that I was drooping my head, when all of a sudden I smack my head into something…more like someone. I looked up and the missing face at the booth was standing right in front of me.  

“OH MY GOSH I’M SO SORRY!” I said 

“No no no…Don’t apologize, it was my fault. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” Jimin responded sweetly.

 I was still overcome with euphoria and exhaustion from the concert, that it took me a while to truly register who I was talking to. 

“Oh. My. Gosh…” I was shocked. Speechless. I couldn’t think of anything to say. I felt even more sorry for bumping into him. “I didn’t mean to bump into you! I’m so sorry.” I raised my hands in an apologetic manner. But I felt that wasn’t enough, so I started bowing as if my life depended on it. 

“No. Please don’t” Jimin chuckled. He reached for my shoulders, and stopped me mid bow. “No need to do this, it wasn’t your fault.” 

I stood up straight, and felt ashamed. I not only bumped into him, but I made him feel a little embarrassed. WHY AM I BEING SO STUPID RIGHT NOW! OF COURSE I SHOULD STOP BOWING! I thought. But once I stopped, I began to apologizing over and over again. 

Jimin chuckled.

Why is he chuckling? I stopped apologizing and looked at him puzzled. 

“It’s just…no one has ever apologized to me this much.” He said. 

“I’m sorry.” this caused both of us to chuckle. “It’s just, well, it’s you. And, if I’m being honest…IT’S YOU! I’m freaking out here. I’ve never been this close to someone so famous. I’m even surprised that I’m talking this much when you’re standing right in front of me. I mean, not that you’re an alien or anything, and I don’t mean to be making you feel uncomfortable or different than me, but..IT’S YOU! YOU’RE JIMIN! You’re cool, and awesome, and well…you’re good looking. I’m sorry. I’m rambling. I should stop.”

I noticed that Jimin had become a little shy and awkward after you called him good looking. He smiled his usual shy smile and looked down towards the ground. 

What do I do? What do I do? I though. I stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do…until I remembered that you had gotten up to go wash my hands. Unfortunately, our small encounter has to come to an end. 

“I’m sorry, but uh…I’m going to have to excuse myself. Sorry for bumping into you.” I bowed, turned and started walking towards the restroom. I walked in, and the moment I did, I started pacing back and forth, back and forth, replaying the encounter that just happened minutes ago. 

“OH MY GOD Y/N! IS THAT ALL YOU COULD MANAGE? ALL YOU DID WAS SAY SORRY! OH I’M SO STUPID, I’M SO STUPID, I’M SO STUUUPID!!!!!” If I had the ability to kick myself, I would have done it by now. 

As I was washing my hands, I looked up, straight in the mirror and deep into my reflection. My god. How did he even stand to look at me. I can’t even look at me.

I looked at every single inch of your face and found a flaw every single way. Like the small faint scar on the top of your upper lip. This scar is hideous. Then my nose;  My nose is enormous. My skin: My skin…my skin is nowhere near clear, why is it filled with so many scars and blemishes? When will I ever be pretty? Beautiful? Gorgeous? Just how did he not vomit by the looks of me. I was flooded with all kinds of thoughts. 

I turned off the faucet, shook the excess water off my hands and placed them underneath the hand dryer. I sighed deeply, still dumbfounded as to how lucky I was to have an encounter with Jimin. As I was walking towards the door, I heard a small thud outside. “Is he still out there? There’s no way he would wait for me.” I uttered. I placed my hand on the door handle, took a deep breath and opened the door.

Middle of the Night — Yugyeom

Originally posted by blondetuan

A/N: admin japchae back with another smut, this time with a yugyeom smut. I’ve been in a very yugyeom mood so this imagine became a thing. tbh I am super proud of this, and I hope you guys enjoy it bc it is a RIDE

Word Count: 3,585 words
Content: kitchen counter sex, a little bit of dom!yugyeom, noona kink, a bit of orgasm denial, some fluff

Yugyeom knows you wake up at 2 AM every night to make yourself a cup of tea. He always wakes up to the sound of your footsteps and listens as you make your way to the kitchen. He has always been so sensitive to your presence ever since Jackson let you stay at the dorm until your new apartment gets set up. All the other members adapted to you quickly—treating you like a sister—but Yugyeom can never find a way to get used to you.

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Broken Kind of Perfect (Yoongi X Female!reader)

(This is a little glimpse of how I write out ideas to remember for later. Thanks to my bestie for this plot idea.)*smutty smut smut* tag geekynerdiegirlie* jealous* make up sex*

“Yoongi. Come on. You’ve been at the studio all day. Can’t you just come home for a few hours. You need rest and I miss you,” You huff into your cellphone.

“You know I can’t babe. I have work to do. These songs aren’t going to produce themselves,” Yoongi replies.

“You need sleep! My god Yoongi you haven’t been home in a week! A fucking week! For gods sake we live together and I haven’t seen you in a week!”

“It’s always about you. I have a life too. A job.”

“Excuse me!? I’m not making this about me. I’m worried about you. This is unhealthy. You need sleep, you need to relax and take a break. You need to eat an actual meal. Christ you need to worry about yourself for once!”

“Fuck off Y/N.” He snaps and hangs up.

You try calling him back a few times, but then give up. Throwing your phone to the floor you get up with a huff. No way in hell were you going to sit here and wait for some half ass apology from Yoongi that you would accept then two weeks later go through the same shit again. No, this time you’re not going to just sit and wait. Something has to change. Someone has to change. And it sure as hell isn’t you.

You get up and lock the door and head to your bedroom. Yours. Not his. Not ours. Only you. This is your bed. Your nightstand.

¤¤¤¤¤

Knock knock knock knock … BAM BAM BAM.

“What the hell?” You hiss.

“Y/N! Y/N! Fucking hell Y/N, I’m sorry. I’m fucking sorry. Let me in. Please babe. I’m sorry.” You hear Yoongi shout through the door.

You throw yourself out of bed and shuffle to the door where Yoongi is still knocking and pleading.

“Please. I look like an idiot out here.” He whines.

“Good. You better look like a dick-faced idiot who can’t get his shit together. You better look like you made a huge mistake.”

“Babe. I’m seriously sorry. Let me in please.”

“No.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You already said that.”

“But I am.”

“You always say you are. Everytime. Every. Fucking. Time. I’m sick of it.” Then you start to mock him, “I’m so sorry, babe. I love you. Let me in.” You sneer. “Then the next day you’re screaming at me to fuck off and leave you alone.”

“I really am sorry, Y/N. I was just stressed.”

“Then you have a problem because being constantly stressed is a problem.”

“Please just let me in. We can work this out, I promise.”

“No, we can’t.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m done, Yoongi. It’s over. This is over.”

“No, Y/N please. Please I swear I’ll fix it.”

He starts to slam into the door, the whole frame shaking. You jump back as he keeps slamming into it.

“Yoongi stop! Just stop!” You scream but he doesn’t.

You know your neighbors must be awake by now, most likely looking to see what was going on. You finally decide to open the door, sending Yoongi stumbling into the apartment. He falls to the floor and slowly pushes himself up. He grabs onto your shirt as he stumbles and almost falls again. The thing you tend to forget about Yoongi is his ability to pronounce words so well, even after consuming massive amounts of alcohol, his only problem was standing and walking.

“Hands off,” You hiss.

He rolls his eyes and lets go of your shirt. You drag him to the couch and make him sit down. You then go to your room and throw all of his stuff, what little of it there is, into a bag and throw it at him. After that you grab you phone and call Namjoon, who doesn’t answer pissing you off more. Yes it’s two a.m. but you had a drunk ex-boyfriend who you want to murder sitting on your couch staring at your ass like nothing is wrong.

You try calling Jin, who doesn’t pick up the first time, but you try again because you know Jin always has the volume on his phone on incase anybody needs to reach him. The third time you call he picks up.

“This better be important, it’s two in the morning and I’m trying to sleep,” He groans.

“Would I have called you three times if it wasn’t important? Nevermind. I need you to come pick Yoongi up. He’s at my house throwing a tantrum.”

“Why would he-? Why can’t-? Wait. Did something happen between you two?”

“Yes. I’m going to deal with him until morning so I suggest you, or one of the guys, comes to get him.”

“Okay, yeah. I’m coming. Give me a a bit and I’ll get him.”

“Thanks Jin.”

“You’re explaining everything to me tomorrow.”

“Fine. Just get him out of here.”

Jin hangs up and you sit in a chair as far from Yoongi as possible.

“You look cute when you’re mad,” Yoongi tells you with a small laugh.

He sits on the couch wriggling around like he can’t get comfortable. And of course staring at you like you might dissappear.

“No I don’t,” You mumble, mostly to yourself.

“Don’t be like that I’m seriou-”

“No. Shut the fuck up. I don’t want to hear your crap. The cutesy lovey dovey comments are not going to help. I tell you I care about you and that I want you to be healthy, and you shut me down. You tell me to fuck off and hang up then come home hours later drunk and slamming on my door, begging for me to forgive you. You know what? Fuck you! Fuck you and your stupid games! I’m so sick of this! How many times do I have to say it before you ignolage the fact that I’m fucking done? We are over! And there is no way for you to fix it.”

His eyes glaze over and he stares at you in shock. Even with an alcohol clouded mind everything became clear and you can see it in his face. He reaches his arm toward you only to realize you’re too far away to touch. He doesn’t attempt to say anything. He now realizes it won’t help. No he just sits there with a sad look on his face his eyes pleading for you to take back what you had said. But you’re not going to do that.

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“I’m really sorry Y/N,” Jin tells you as he drags Yoongi down the hall. “He didn’t mean it, whatever he said.”

“Doesn’t matter. It keeps happening. He’ll get over me.”

Jin sighs and continues walking. You’re so done with all the bullshit. Done with all of it. You turn back and slam the door behind you. One reason. Fuck this. Fuck all of this. You don’t need it.

¤¤¤¤¤

“Give it a couple more days. It’ll stop hurting at some point.” You tell the bottle in front of you. “You said you were over him. But you obviously are not.”

Yes. You were in fact talking to a bottle of wine. But hey, you’re out of beer, what else are you going to spill your feelings to.

The sound of a loud bang makes you jump. Realizing it had come from the hall you get up and look through the peep hole. You couldn’t see anything in the hall, so being the smart drunk person you are you open your door. Min Yoongi stumbles into your apartment, hair tossed about his head, shirt wrinkled, and missing pants. The boy is laying on your floor in only a baggy shirt and boxers.

Half of you said it was just your brain playing tricks on you, the other half was screaming ‘holy shit this boy is hot like that’.

“Um. Yoongi?” You ask standing over him.

“Mhm.”

“What are you doing?”

“I came to see you. You wouldn’t answer my calls.”

“I know. It was on purpose.”

“I know.”

Yoongi slowly gets himself off the floor.

“The guys let you leave the house without your pants?” You ask him.

“No. I don’t think they know I left.”

“Gives us more time to talk, right?”

“Talk?”

“Yes, Yoongi. Talk.”

“You really want to talk?”

“We’re going to have to eventually.”

A wide smile appears on Yoongi’s face. It almost makes you smile. He then proceeds to move to the couch and sit in his usual spot. You move to sit beside him, he shifts slightly.

“I’m sorry.” He tells you.

“I figured as much.”

“I really am.”

“I know.”

“Do you forgive me?”

“Not sure yet. Keep talking.”

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

“Okay. I’m sorry for the way I treated you. That I was never there. That I fucked up do many times. I’m just sorry.”

“It wasn’t just about what you did to me, Yoongi. Look at what you were doing to yourself. You weren’t sleeping. You weren’t eating enough. You stressed too much. I just wanted you to be okay, but you just threw it back in my face.”

“I-I didn’t mean to.”

“I get it, Yoongz. You get caught up in your work and forget about everything else. I get it but that doesn’t make it okay.”

Yoongi made a sound that seemed like a mix of a squeal and a huff. You look over to see him staring at the floor, he seemed sad but also frustrated at the same time.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” He finally speaks.

“I don’t know either,” You tell him.

“Then what do I do?”

“How about not say anything?”

“That seems counter productive.”

“That’s a big word.”

“You used to use it all the time.”

“I’m drunk.”

“That makes more sense.”

“Does it?”

“It does.”

“How?”

“I thought you were acting strange. And not as stubborn.”

“I think I take offence to that.”

“Don’t.”

“Okay.”

When the silence set in you began to shift. It makes you uncomfortable when this happens. Neither of you have anything to say but you both want to say something.

Yoongi stands and starts to move toward the door but then stops. He turns back to you and before you could ask him what he was doing he sits back down right next to you and kisses you. You jump back at first but quickly kiss him back. You pull him into your lap and he groans in response. He the pushes you down into a laying position on the seat of the couch, leaving you feeling almost exposed.

Yoongi then shifts to position your hips between his legs. He kisses you again in a reassuring manner. You carefully lift his shirt over his head, throwing it to the side. He in turn pulls your shirt off and awkwardly shifts you to get it all the way off. He then trails sloppy kissed down your neck, down to your bra. He stops momentarily to take the bra off, kissing around your nipples a few times before continuing down your abdomen. You squirm a little when he reaches a ticklish spot on the bottom of your rib cage, he smiles against your skin and unbuttons your pants. In turn you slide his boxers down to his knees.

Your phone was buzzing somewhere on the floor, you deside to ignore it. Nothing beats this. Nothing beats make up sex with Yoongi, why stop to check your phone?

Yoongi slides his hand down your body, you moan as he sticks a finger into your pussy. He pumps his finger in and out before adding in another finger. He pumps a few more times before puking his fingers out and repositioning his cock to line up with your entrance.

Yoongi starts to finger your clit as he enters you causing you to wriggle underneath him. He starts his thrust slow, moving his hand over your clit at the same pace. His thrusts get faster as he moves his hand up to grope your breast. You become a moaning mess, the only sounds in the room were Yoongi’s grunts, your moans, and the sound of skin hitting skin.

“Yoongz,” You moan loudly.

“I know, baby, I know,” He says in huffs.

He stops moving and pulls out of you, grabbing your hair and bringing you to kneel in front of him.

“Suck me off, babe.”

You nod in response, bringing your lips to his cock. You circle your tongue around his head, playing with his slit the way you know he likes. You open your mouth and press it around his cock, licking it as you move your head down his shaft, lips never leaving his skin.

“Holy shit, holy fucking shit,” Yoongi moans.

You let out a laugh making Yoongi squirm. He grabbed onto your head, pulling your hair slightly. He pushes your head, forcing his cock against your throat, then down further. You choke slightly, letting him take control of how fast your head bobs. He pushes your head back and forth along his cock, you move your head faster and he let’s go of your head.

“Holy hell.”

You smile as little at that, grabbing the base of his cock where your mouth couldn’t reach. The faster you pumped the more rapid his breathing became.

“Babe.”

You nod in understanding, giving him permission to cum in your mouth. He grabs onto your shoulders as you slow down your movements. He groans  as he cums, filling your mouth. You pull your mouth away and Yoongi leans down to wipe off some cum that ran down your face.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you,” Yoongi whispers.

You nod and lay back down, spreading your legs wide. Yoongi leans down and licks across your pussy. You squeeze your eyes closed, completely engrossed in the pleasure. He laps his tongue around your clit and teasing around your entrance.

Damn rappers and their tongues

Licks and teases until you start to squirm, then he moves to lick around your entrance. You squirm more as he continues this. You buck your hips as you cum, Yoongi licks up your mess the best he could before moving to collapse and pass out beside you.

You get up, stumbling a bit. You make your way to the bathroom and grab a rag, wetting it and going back to Yoongi.

“Yoongz, Yoongi.” You say shaking the sleeping figure.

He let out a sad groan.

“I’m going to clean you up, okay?”

“Mhm,” came quietly from his lips.

You went to wipe him down, cleaning all the cum off of him before cleaning yourself, too tired yourself to take a shower. You pick up your phone from the floor, opening it and squint at how bright it is.

Eight missed calls.

Hm.

Two missed calls for Joonie and six from Jinnie.

That can’t be good.

I called Jin back knowing that Joonie most likely called to see if I was just ignoring Jin.

“Why haven’t you answered any of my calls!” Jin says as he answers the phone.

“I was busy, what’s up?”

“Yoongi left the house while we were out and we can’t find him. He left his phone here. Have you seen him?”

“Yeah. Yeah he’s right here.”

“Thank goodness. Is he okay? I’m sorry he’s bothering you. I can come and pick him up right-”

“No. No its fine, Jinnie. Really. He’s not bothering me.”

“But. I thought…”

“We’re talking things out.”

“You guys are talking?”

“Yeah. Well kinda. He fell asleep.”

“Are you sure you don’t need me to come get him?”

“No. I’m not mad anymore. We’ll figure things out in the morning. I bring him back when we finish talking.”

“As long as you’re okay with that.”

“I am, Jinnie. I am.”

You look down at the sleeping Yoongi and smile. This is what you wanted. You wanted to see him fall asleep after talking and paying attention to you. You wanted to see him happy and not as stressed. It almost seemed like a broken kind of perfect.

anonymous asked:

Hi could you make something about Sasuke when Sakura dies in his arms and Sarada see this? That would be intense I think. And thank you for last fanfic made by you - you made me smile - I'm this girl from France - I love your SS I am at hospital now and reading many ss but yours are the best ones thank you more again!! :💘💘💘

This gorgeous art was drawn by @lovelypairings! I seriously love this piece that she did for this story (and all of her other sasusaku art), and if you haven’t yet, give her a follow. She’s an amazing artist and super sweet ♥

I hope you’re feeling better, anon! And thank you for your kind words and awesome request. If you’re still in the hospital, I hope you have a speedy recovery :) I also made this from Sakura’s pov because it was easier, and I figured there could’ve been more to add. sooo I’m sorry if this isn’t quite what you were looking for! 

Mama!” 

Sarada’s shrill scream was all she could hear, that and the immense heat rising from the pit of her stomach and rushing towards her head.

She couldn’t think clearly due to the nausea bubbling in her stomach and sending every alarm off within her body, but she knew all too well what was going to play out.

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jackwhitesgirl  asked:

Hello! Welcome back, we have missed you! ♥️✨💋 I was wondering if I could request a Tombraxas and prompt wise... could it just be Tom not wanting to admit to his growing feelings? Thanks lovely! 💋✨🔥

pairing: tom riddle x abraxas malfoy

setting: modern, non-magical, college au

word count: 1050

warnings: language, unhealthy relationship dynamics, dumb gross boys being dumb and gross, etc.


Abraxas Malfoy kisses like he does everything else.

Lazily, sloppily, with way too many teeth and way too much saliva and, weirdly, just the right amount of tongue; he crowds Tom against an ancient, rickety door that groans under the force of their combined weight, cups the back of Tom’s head with one of his massive fucking hands, and then rolls his hips, grinds down, fumbles for the doorknob, breath hitching a little when Tom bites down on his lower lip—

Abraxas Malfoy kisses like he’s used to getting exactly what he wants, and it’s fucking infuriating.  


“You’re a fucking idiot,” is the very first thing Tom says to him afterwards.

Because now they’re locked in the grimy basement bathroom while the year’s first rush party rages on outside. The faint, slightly grainy thump of Lestrange’s stupid Eurotrash DJ equipment is rattling the ceiling fan. Tom’s phone is securely stowed in the presidential safe upstairs, but Malfoy had managed to spill beer all over his an hour ago. No one is going to find them until morning, probably, unless the pledges run out of places to puke.  

“Wonder what that makes you,” Malfoy muses, scratching at the shiny gold stubble on his jaw. He’s sitting on the floor, slouched against the wall under the light switch. “Since you’re so into it.”

Tom crosses his arms over his chest and sneers at the peeling enamel on the clawfoot tub. “What, exactly, am I so into?”

Malfoy flips his hat backwards. “My dick, mostly.”

Tom stares at him, unblinking and unimpressed, for so fucking long that his eyes begin to water. “Can you pass me the Listerine?” he asks coolly. “Under the sink?”

Malfoy smirks. “I think we both know that’s not Listerine, bro.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“I always call you that, though. Bro.”

“And I always tell you not to,” Tom snaps.

Malfoy chuckles. “Why are you so uptight? It literally can’t be because you need to get laid, like, you’re getting laid, I am personally fucking responsible for that, thanks.”

Tom clenches his jaw and reaches around Malfoy for the Listerine bottle. FRESH MINT, the label reads. “I’m not so into your dick, by the way,” Tom says, deliberately ignoring Malfoy’s comment. “I’m not so into anything of yours.”

“Bullshit,” Malfoy retorts, swiping the bottle out of Tom’s hand as soon as he has the cap twisted off. He takes a comically huge gulp of what smells like vodka. “You made me social chair so our rooms would be next to each other. You’re hella into me.”

Tom snatches the bottle back. “I made you social chair because you have no concept of money and use your own fucking credit card to plan official events.”

And so our rooms would be next to each other.”

Tom sniffs. “Maybe I just don’t trust you.”

Malfoy’s answering grin is sleazy. “Whatever you’ve gotta tell yourself, baby.”

“Don’t fucking call me that.”

“What’s that, baby?” Malfoy murmurs, sidling closer. His breath is hot and moist and terribly, terrifyingly sweet where it swirls against Tom’s ear. “You’re really into my mouth, too?”

Tom slams the Listerine bottle down, sloshing cheap vodka onto chipped green tile. “No, actually,” he hisses, “that’s not what I’m into.”

Malfoy jerks back. “Wait, what?”

Tom is dimly aware he’s treading on dangerous ground. Unforgivable ground. He’s just—not sure he cares, really, because his spine is tingling and his pulse is thundering and his head is a fucking mess, chaos on top of chaos on top of chaos—  

“Your most attractive quality, Malfoy, isn’t your credit card, or your mouth, or your—dick.”

Malfoy licks his lips. His eyes—gray and clear and startlingly innocent, usually—are wide. Wary. Tom shivers, a little, at the sight. “Then what is?”

Tom shrugs like the question doesn’t matter. Isn’t relevant. “Your convenience,” he says blankly. “You are convenient to me. I wish you’d stop fucking forgetting that.”

For the first time in three years—since they met on the cold marble steps of the Greek Council building, since they started fighting, and then fucking, and then falling into this strangely frenetic holding pattern, one that Tom had an unsettling suspicion Malfoy only pretended to let Tom have any fucking control over—Malfoy’s expression flickers with uncertainty. Self-doubt. It’s simultaneously the most relieving and most distressing thing Tom’s ever seen, and the ensuing flood of rage—of disappointment—churns uneasily in the pit of his stomach. He can’t pinpoint the cause. He instinctively knows he doesn’t want to.

“Jesus,” Malfoy mutters, voice cracking. His gaze is trained on a spot of speckled black mold on the floorboards. He’s scraping at it with his thumbnail. “It’s not that fucking deep, man.”

Tom presses his lips into a thin line. “Yes,” he grits out, “it is.”

Malfoy swallows. “Whatever.”

“Don't—” Tom cuts himself off with a scowl. There’s a small, purple-black bruise on the side of Malfoy’s neck. A hickey. A mark. Tom’s mark. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” Malfoy scoffs, still staring at the floor. “I’m not even looking at you, bro. Too inconvenient.”

Tom makes a sound in the back of his throat—low, guttural, impatient—before grabbing Malfoy’s hand, flattening his palm, and aggressively entwining their fingers. “Do you need me to say it?” Tom demands, nostrils flaring.

Malfoy goes very, very still. “Would you?” he asks, sounding curious. “Say it, I mean. If I needed you to.”

Tom doesn’t reply—but he doesn’t let go of Malfoy’s hand, either.  

And Malfoy’s smile, when it finally comes, is slow and smug and syrupy and sharp.  

Tom is beginning to understand why.


Get Well Soon - Jihoon (Woozi) Fluff

Originally posted by woozibye

Request: Hey hey! Can u please do a Seventeen taking care if their sick gf please? Thanks a lot! (A/N: I already have a multi-member thingy for this and Jihoon has zero requests, so I decided to show our little cinnamon bun some love.)

Word Count:1259

Genre: Fluff

Member/Group: Jihoon (Woozi) of SEVENTEEN

Summary: Being sick is never fun in your opinion, but your boyfriend strongly disagrees with you on that.

A/N: Guys, I’m really sorry I haven’t posted. I’m not proud of this because I feel like you guys expect better quality, but a friend of mine passed away Saturday and everything has been a huge mess since. Anyway, sorry for any errors and I hope this is at least mildly entertaining for ya’ll. xx


 When you woke up that morning, you had already known that the whole day would be similar to hell. 

 From the moment that you finally forced your eyelids to open, your throat was extremely sore. Your whole body felt as if it was on fire, yet chills seemed to shake through your entire body every few seconds. Even the slightest movement caused goosebumps to prickle up the entirety of your skin as what could only be described as pins and needles pricked at your arms and legs. The light that beamed through your bedroom window caused a radiating light to blind you, and no amount of blinking helped. All you could do was let out a painful groan, which just so happened to bring the realization upon you that you were not in bed alone.

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That Last Minute Present Tho

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, or just an all around Hope-You’re-Having-A-Good-Day to you all, religion and beliefs besides! I want you all to know on this cold December night that I love you all and wish I could have mailed myself to all your houses so I could be there under your tree, or just in your living room in general. And eat all your food. I am a beast of perpetual indulgence, what can I say? 

Ling and I felt bad that we’ve both been so swamped this holiday season, so I’m pulling through at roughly 10:31 PM Pacific time to give you all a late as hell gift.

Enjoy!

Here are some of my favorite headcanons I have for each of the Overwatch babs. BEWARE. This post is huge. I apologize. 

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Without You: Bloodstone (Part 3)

Genre: AU, werewolf, fantasy, angst 

Warnings: language, violence, suggestive content

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: Werewolves, contrary to popular belief, are usually gentle creatures. Except for a very specific set of circumstances, they would never hurt a human (on purpose). The few unfortunate times when mistakes were made put a permanent dark mark on the beasts and people began labeling them as monsters. What the human population failed to recognize was the fact that they were protecting us from something much more sinister. Luckily, a few survived and the gene was passed down hereditarily until one day finding its way to me… in the form of my best friend.

Link to: Storyboard (reference pictures) | Prologue | Previous | Masterlist | Next

Originally posted by kimdaddynamjoon

Loyalty is often as blind as justice should be, as unstable as a lightning storm ought to be, and as misplaced as an opinion in the truth.

Chapter 3:

My eyelids flutter open and for a moment, I’m a bit disoriented. However, the unfamiliar surroundings instantly take a back seat to the massive lupine creature looming over me. I bolt upright from my position leaning against the wall, falling off the bed to land ungracefully in a heap on the floor with the unripped sheets.

It hasn’t actually moved from when I last noted Jungkook’s position, but its sheer SIZE means it is closer. The creature lets out a hoarse whine, ears pulling back and pupils dilating, looking, for lack of better analogy, like a kicked puppy.

“THIS,” I gesture to the creature’s body, “Isn’t helping your case.”

Before it can give any type of reaction, a knock pulls our attention to the door and the possibility of escape, so close I can taste it, forces an instinctive pulse of relief through my veins. Of course, I wouldn’t actually leave, but the thought is comforting.

What’s even better is the prospect of seeing someone who ISN’T Jungkook… or the wolf equivalent. What would be BEST is seeing another human, like Munhee, but Namjoon is the one who opens the door.

“You two have been rather quiet for the past few hours,” he observes, skeptically looking between us, likely noting our positions and my upset expression. “Is everything okay?”

My attention flicks briefly to the bowl of store bought mixed fruits in his hands, stomach grumbling, but I swallow my hunger in favor of politeness, rising to give a bow, “Yes, sunbae-nim.”

He flashes me a small smile, showing off a set of dimples, “Eun, yes? What you’re doing is very brave. I just want you to know that.”

“Thank you,” I marvel at his change in attitude since the previous night, but don’t bring it up.

“Well, here’s your food,” Namjoon places the bowl on the ground between us, cognizant of the low growl the creature on the bed emits as soon as he enters the room. “Is there anything else you need?”

I press my lips into a hard line for a moment, thinking, before I ask, “How long will I have to stay here?”

“In the bunker? Or in this room?”

“Room,” I clarify. One hurdle at a time. I’ve already made my decision, why waste energy pondering on the long term consequences?

Namjoon’s contemplative gaze locks on lupine figure still tied to the wall, immobile on the bed, “Until he falls asleep. Could be hours, could be days.”

“Is there anything I can do to make it happen faster?” I whisper, not sure if the wolf can understand me.

My human companion lets out a slow breath, giving no visible hints toward answering my internal question, “Not really, but when he does, give the door here a good knock and we’ll let you out for orientation.”

“Orientation?”

Namjoon replies as he walks toward the door, “Yeah. There’s a lot of things you’ll need to know very soon. So spend this time thinking about any questions you might have. Oh, I almost forgot, here’s a spoon.”

I step forward to save him the extra effort, but apparently he doesn’t notice because we gently bump into each other. Namjoon recognizes the mistake before I do, jumping backwards as if I had burned him, utensil clattering to the floor.

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