Advice I wish I got told while my heart was breaking.
1- Stop pretending like you’re happy all over social media just because you think he’s going to see it, you don’t have to prove yourself to anyone.
2- Please don’t keep letting strange boys into your bedroom, they will not make you forget him, maybe temporarily but when the lights are off and you’re all alone, the ache will be back and it’s only going to come on stronger.
3- Learn to survive alone, you only need your own self stop depending on others to make you happy.
4- Stop checking on his Facebook page, he hasn’t posted anything new.
5- He isn’t going to text you, leave the house without your phone every once and awhile instead of gripping it so hard in your hand waiting desperately with agony for him to miss you.
6- It’s okay to cry. You’re not pathetic for still being stuck on him, it only makes you human.
7- Write, write until your wrist is aching, find peace within the ink and paper share your thoughts freely until your heart is throbbing, write his name over and over, explain how angry you are, burn it, tear it up. You have every right to be mad, as long as you’re not taking it out on yourself.
8- Learn to do you, use this time of freedom to explore yourself, find out who you truly are. Give yourself time to breathe, you owe it to yourself.
9- Wing your eyeliner, wear that dress, look at yourself in the mirror and repeat “I deserve to be loved, I am here and that is enough” over and over, memorise it, yell it, sync it far into your mind, remind yourself there is only one you and there is nobody who can replace that.
10- Smile more, laugh until your lungs hurt, sing so loud your throat starts to dry out, dance in front of the mirror, treat yourself, take chances don’t be embarrassed to be yourself.
11- Break something, scream, your feelings are valid and it’s okay to explode sometimes.
12- Stop looking at photos of her, stop comparing yourself to her and beating yourself up because your beauty is different to hers, stop despising yourself for having shorter hair or a different body shape, it wouldn’t change the reality that he’s with her now, so don’t waste your precious energy wasting away at the thought of him and her.
13- Take your broken pieces and build a fucking castle, don’t let them knock you down, you are stronger than them.
14- Just because he stopped loving you doesn’t mean you have permission to do the same, you are worthy of all the love in the world and you deserve no less, don’t let him leaving determine your worth. You are loved and you deserve to be here, don’t let them convince you of the opposite.
Do you know of any au/alternate canon fanfic where Yuuri is a more confident person? Can be due to time-travel, or any other reasons.
Thanks for these requests! I think I have a few here that may fit what your looking for! I love confident Yuuri! (Psst… you can find more confident!Yuuri fics on my role reversal AU list!)
Escort Me by lucycamui, Explicit, 5k On a ‘business’ trip to Tokyo, Victor picks up a captivating escort… ft. Confident Yuuri! Thumbs up! (The ending is not what you’d expect hahaha)
Surprise, Motherfuckers by LazyPotatoo, Gen, 5.3k When Yuuri and his friends stumble upon an unusual bar, Yuuri is forced to showcase a skill of his past. Oh, and then he accidentally becomes an urban legend. Thumbs up!
I Want to Skate like Him by IdunAurora, Mature, 27k At age 27, five time consecutive world figure skating champion Yuuri Katsuki decides to retire. He has barely made it home to Hasetsu before he finds an eager and all too enthusiastic silver-haired Russian on the doorstep of Yu-Topia Akatsuki, demanding Yuuri to coach him. Well, it’s not as if the Japanese legend has been able to get 23-year-old Viktor Nikiforov out of his mind since the young man enchanted him at the GPF banquet in Sochi months earlier, anyway. Role swap AU!
Faded by martialartist816, Explicit, 6.2k Victor knows only two things: that he’s very drunk and that Yuuri looks very good in that suit.
Exactly What I Wanted by SharkGirl, Teen, 722 words “That depends.” Yuuri scooched closer, bumping their noses. “Are you hungry?” Quick, cute one shot!
Drape me in your warmth by Miiika, Teen, 27k (WIP) So Victor being Victor, he kidnapped Chris, bought less aristocratic clothes to wear and went to the brothel. It wasn’t his first time in a brothel, god no, but he heard that the dance, which was performed there, was something to die for. Prince AU!
Weakness by Flightless_Bird, Teen, 1.8k “Some might have thought it was a poor choice, pointing out a skater’s flaws. But to him, it was a symbol of both his biggest weakness and his greatest strength. It was something that could push him to do better or bring him to his knees. And that something was watching him from across the ice right now.” VERY sweet!
stay young (go dancing) by ryuuzaou, Explicit, 7.2k “Do you do this with every pretty boy that serves you champagne?” Yuuri asks, finally a touch of humor in his tone. “I’ll admit, I’m the flirty type,” Viktor says, “but I haven’t asked to kiss any.” Oh, fuck it. Yuuri throws caution to the wind and says, “You won’t have to.” Shy on the streets, eros in the sheets… ;)
Age as Fireflies at Dusk by Adel Mortescryche (Mortescryche), Teen, 4k In which it’s more than obvious to Lilia Baranovskaya that Yuuri is trained in ballet, and Yuuri proves to have more of a backbone than anyone in the Russian contingent except Yuri expected to see. Especially when Victor isn’t around to act as a buffer. Great fic!
last year’s offer (this year’s guarantee) by persephoneggsy, Explicit, 3.5k When Victor gives Yuuri more details about what happened the night of the banquet, the Japanese skater ends up finding out that he did one more embarrassing thing before he inevitably passed out. HOT!!
Live, Laugh, Love by Lucien_King, Teen, 9.4k (WIP) Yuuri Katsuki, a 23-year-old Japanese actor, was a veteran top star. He has been in various popular movies as both main and supporting actors, creating a massive fan base. And then, he met the Viktor Nikiforov. WOW!
Love Wins! by QuinnTuha608, Explicit, 4.6k After Yuuri ends the Cup of China short program competitions with a new personal best and a spot at the top Viktor decides to celebrate by going out on a date; later in the night Yuuri explores his more dominant side in the bedroom. HOOOO BOY IT’S HOT UP IN HERE
Masquerade by Ashida, Explicit, 60k (WIP) Yuuri is part of Japan’s most notorious mafias. Victor is the head of the Russian mafia. After brief meetings throughout the span of five years, they decide to go off together and leave everything behind. I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS FIC!
Summary: You learn Peter’s secret, and it doesn’t take long for him to learn yours.
Note: This is really reader-heavy. but I really felt that in order to move on in this verse I had to develop that character and her relationships with the other characters. So, sorry if you wanted more Peter, but I promise there will be more of him in future installments. Also this is the most self-indulgent thing I’ve ever written in my life.
“(Y/N)! Has Peter told you about his new internship yet?” Ned asked excitedly, sitting down at your usual lunch table. Peter wasn’t there yet, but that wasn’t abnormal. He had chemistry before lunch and had recently taken to spending some extra time in the lab before coming to eat.
“No,” you said. “I haven’t really seen him yet today.”
“Oh, man, I don’t want to spoil it for you but it is crazy!” Ned said.
Kiss My Ass - Stiles Stilinski/Mitch Rapp AU [Smut]
Character(s): Stiles Stilinski/Reader, Mitch Rapp/Reader, Scott McCall, Malia Tate, Lydia Martin, Liam Dunbar and some guy called Remington.
Word Count: 22, 488 and I’m not even sorry about it.
Notes: Well, here it is! The highly anticipated ‘Kiss My Ass’ fic to honour reaching 2000 followers alongside the competition, so I really hope you guys enjoy this because I worked on it for MONTHS. I need to thank some girls, because this would not have been done without them. Thank you to my wonderful babes @dumbass-stilinski and @rememberstilinski and @sincerelystiles and the @thelittlestkitsune and @stilinski–jpeg because without them this would not be complete, I owe them big time. Especially Steff, who proofread this entire fucking thing. Shout-out to her for not flying to England and stabbing my enough times to match the word count. So warnings, hmmm.. we have cheating, bleeding, injury, kidnapping, hostages, and major character death. on the side I know you’re all here for we’ve got oral (both receiving), many different positions, over-stimulation, squirting, first-times, masturbation, public sex, and teasing.
You never expected to have an Alpha, it never really featured in your life plan. Yet here you are, with your best friend’s claim on your neck for all to see. Trying to figure out where to go from here, however, proves to be a bigger challenge than it should be.
Pairing: Alpha!DeanxOmega!Reader Words: 2362 Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics. Smut. AN: This is a continuation of this Drabble that I wrote forever ago! I’m not sure how happy I am with how it turned out, but hey-ho… it is what it is! Constructive Criticism Welcome!!!
You took advantage of
the brief lull in your heat to groggily drag yourself out of bed and towards
the Bunker’s kitchen, disregarding your clothes considering you hadn’t bothered
with them in almost three days since you started your heat started and the boys
retreated to a local motel. The usually cold corridors and floors felt blissful
on your heated skin, sending chilled tingles up your feet as you walked.
It seemed to take an
awfully long time to get there, but you soon found yourself in front of the sink,
glass in hand, waiting for the running water to go cold.
You had no idea then
that Dean was right around the corner, hastily making his way to the kitchen
where he’d left his laptop, his head down and face screwed up in concentration
as he fought to ignore your scent. You had no idea that, when you turned to
head back towards your room, you’d walk right into him, letting the glass fall
to the floor and smash as Dean’s hands closed around your arms to stop you from
falling backwards. No idea that, shortly after that encounter, Dean would have
you pinned beneath him, writhing as you chanted his name, his face in your
neck, just moments before he’d sink his teeth in and lay his claim on you.
No… all you needed was
a glass of water. You never realised something so simple would throw your life
in a completely new direction.
Dean didn’t come back.
Instead, you got another text from
him about 3 hours later saying that, while the two of you had been… occupied, Sam had confirmed that the
mysterious deaths in Ohio that they’d been looking into were, in fact, their
kind of thing, and that they’d set off straight from the motel. Needing to look
into the cases more was the reason he’d needed his laptop in the first place.
Of course, he hadn’t told Sam
exactly what he’d been doing that night, but, apparently, the younger
Winchester just assumed he took off to a bar after thinking better of going
into the Bunker while you were still there.
Hmm, I think people want to see a SVTFOE episode likes Freaky Friday, “Switcheroo” from American Dragon: Jake Long, “Mind Games” from Kim Possible, and “Carpet Diem” from Gravity Falls. Oh, alright. I made that’s my idea. Star and Marco accidentally switch their bodies with her broken magic wand. Star and Marco look their opposite bodies, and they begin to freak out.
When You Catch Him Masturbating With Your Panties (Requested)
Your favorite pair of white lace panties were wrapped tightly around his cock. The fabric brushing his shaft just so, giving him an arousing feeling. His thighs tense as he neared his release, back arched and mouth agape.
“Namjoon?” Your soft whisper drive him over the edge. Cum spilled over his fist and he made direct eye contact with you the entire time.
“Come help Daddy.”
Jin would be on the verge of a ruined orgasm. Each time he would come close to release, he pull back your panties and leave himself twitching in the air. His pathetic whine would draw you attention to his bedroom. The boys were out so it was time for Jin to play. You’d crack open his door to see his hips twitching almost as much as his cock. Your pair of velvet red panties wrapped around the head.
“Don’t just stand there Y/n. Finish me off.”
Yoongi wouldn’t be one to do it out in the open. He pulled the blankets up to his chin and rubbed your thong against his shaft. He’d bite down on the sheet and proceed to jack off with your g-string in hand. His mind drifted to the times you’d tease him with said underwear. You watched from his bedroom doorway with a hungry smile.
He’d lift his head and growl at the fact that you were nowhere near his cock. He’d throw the soiled underwear to the side and beckoned you forward.
“Get on my cock baby. You are way better than those things.”
Hoseok would be on his knees, your panties pressed into his nose. He love the scent of you, not caring if it made anyone else feel weird. His pretty cock pumped against the mattress as he chased his release. His whines and groans grew louder the closer he got to cumming.
“Need a little help baby?” He didn’t answer you directly, just rolled on his back with his legs spread. You reached between his thighs and grasped his shaft.
“Fuck! Just like that.”
Jimin would have no shame masturbating on the couch. He couldn’t stop the tremors of his pelvis with each stroke of his dick. Your panties in hand didn’t help any. The black silk fabric felt like heaven. You came home a little early to the most welcoming sight. Jimin didn’t even try to stop himself. Just stroked himself harder the closer you got.
“Please suck me off Y/n. I love the feeling of your mouth.”
Taehyung laid on his side, thrusting into the fabric of your underwear. The roughness of the lace caused him too lose control much earlier than normal. You were I the shower and he couldn’t help but grab the underwear you had taken off. His fingers tore into the sheets below him and his eyes rolled in the back of his head.
“Couldn’t wait, could you?” Tae shook his head at you only wrapped in a towel. You dropped the white towel and took over, sharp nails tracing his leaking cock.
“You are so good to me Y/n.”
Jungkook lost count of how many times he came within your underwear. His cum was beginning to overflow the fabric and stain the floor. His heels dig into the floor as he lifted his hips off of the chair and came for the umpteenth time that night. You came home from shopping early and went wide eyed at the sight of Kookie completely wrecked.
He dropped the panties and stood on shaky legs. Jungkook wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, not caring about he mess he was making.
Request: “Would you STOP coming in through the WINDOWS, it scares the hell out of me every TIME!” AU
Request: Hey could you do an imagine where peter and the reader are friends but the reader’s dad is kinda strict so she’s not allowed to have boys over, so she sneaks peter in her bedroom window at night so they can hang out (like watch a movie or play video games or something) but things end up getting kinda smutty. Btw I love your writing and I’m so happy that I found your blog❤❤❤
A/N: I am writing again slowly! So slowly! But I’m working on my requests very slowly. So, so slowly. Also wow? This one wasn’t that good. And Meh if you want a smutty part 2 let me know.
Sometimes you really hated how strict your dad was.
“No boys in the house!” He would always tell you.
Not that you really listened. Two of your three best friends were males and you weren’t exactly going to drop them as friends because your dad didn’t like it when you spent time with boys.
Not too long ago, you found out that your best friend, (and your crush), Peter Parker, was Spiderman. THE SPIDERMAN.
You kind of found out accidentally. You had snuck out one night and kind of, maybe gone into a bad neighbourhood and found yourself surrounded by some not so great people when Spidey came out of no where and saved you. He immediately brought you back to your apartment. Which kind of threw you off.
Spiderman, realizing his mistake, revealed himself to you as Peter.
Since then, Peter no longer allowed you to sneak out at night. And you did not appreciate the fact that yet another man was telling you what to do.
So, as a compromise, you promised not to sneak out unless you were going to do something that didn’t involve walking through that part of the city.
Usually, Peter ended up sneaking into your bedroom. Sometime when your dad would come in to check on you before bed, Peter would scramble to hide. Sometimes he ended up under your bed, other times in your closet, but most of the time he ended up on the side of your building.
Like any other night, Peter had messaged you saying he was on his way.
It was difficult when you could really only see your best friend at school, you weren’t even allowed to have him in your house, so you truly cherished the times that Peter would spend his evenings at your house, even if it meant sneaking around behind your dad’s back.
You were sitting on your bed, headphones in your ears, working on your English homework when you felt someone place a hand on your shoulder.
You jumped, screaming.
“Y/N, shhh, it’s just me!” Peter said
“Would you STOP coming in through the WINDOWS, it scares the hell out of me every TIME!”
Peter laughed, “Jeez, Y/N, I didn’t mean to scare you, but its not like I can come in any other way,”
Suddenly there was a knock at your bedroom door.
“Y/N? Is everything alright? i’m coming in,” You dad said, walking into the bedroom.
Peter’s eyes went wide, He quickly flung himself into you closet and you jumped up to close the door behind him.
“Y/N? What’s wrong? Why did you scream?”
You awkwardly stood in front of your closet door as your dad walked into your bedroom, looking around.
“I uh…. I saw a spider,” you said.
You could FEEL Peter rolling his eyes through the closet door.
“and it scared me, kinda just appeared out of no where, but I killed it so it’s okay,” you continued.
“Maybe spider’s wouldn’t get into the house if you didn’t leave your window open all the time. Please close it and finish your homework,”
Your dad walked out of your bedroom and closed the door behind him.
You stepped away from the closet, allowing Peter to step out.
“Did you really have to go with the spider comment?”
“I mean, I wasn’t wrong. A spider did scare me,”
Peter rolled his eyes, “Are we watching a movie or having a Mario Kart rematch tonight?”
“I think I’m ready to destroy you at Mario Kart again,” you decided.
You and Peter sat down on the floor in front of your tv and set up the game.
You and Peter spent way too much time playing.
“Ha! I beat you at Mushroom George again! In your face Parker,”
“It’s Mushroom Gorge, Y/N,” Peter rolled his eyes.
“You’re just a sore loser,” You said, sticking your tongue out at Peter.
After many more rounds, and lots more banter, you came out the winner.
“And here we have it! I, Y/N, Y/L/N, am still the reiGNING ULTIMATE MARIO KART CHAMPION!”
Peter laughed, “Maybe I let you win,
There was another knock at your door, “Y/N! Who are you talking to?”
“No one dad, just yelling at my tv screen again,”
Without warning your bedroom door opened,
Your dad spotted Peter, You and Peter quickly shot up off the ground and you went to stand in front of Peter.
“Y/N, Y/L/N, What have I told you about boys In your bedroom?” Your dad said, raising his voice
“Dad, It’s just Peter,”
“IT DOESN’T MATTER WHO IT MATTERS THAT YOU DEFIED MY ORDERS” he yelled
“I’m sorry sir, i’ll just leave,” Peter said.
Peter maneuvered around your father and gave you a compassionate smile before turning and leaving your bedroom.
The next hour was you receiving a lecture from your father. He yelled and screamed and even went off on how you could be pregnant right now from Peter. He wouldn’t listen when you tried to explain that you really were only playing video games.
After your father left, you were fuming. You don’t think you’ve ever been this angry. You’re responsible. You weren’t a child anymore. You didn’t deserve to be treated like some ignorant twelve year old.
You were angry. Peter was your friend! He was more than your friend. He was the love of your life, and your dad was being an ass.
You were going to sneak out to see Peter when you saw him sitting outside your window.
You walked over and let him in.
“Yeah. I mean, I was worried about you,”
“Well, don’t worry too much Parker, i’m just angry,”
“I’m sorry we got caught,”
“It’s not your fault Peter, and if I could have helped it we would have been caught in a much more compromising position,” you muttered.
“No, what did you say?” Peter asked.
You signed, “I just meant that If we had been caught doing something, we should have been caught doing something. If you know what I mean,”
“Well, we could always get caught again, I know it wouldn’t be that hard, you’re very loud,”
“I’m not loud…”
“You’re a loud moaner,”
“How do you know?!” You questioned.
“I’ve uh, flown fast here a couple of times as Spiderman while you were in a compromising position yourself,”
Your face went red, realizing what he meant.
“Oh god, that’s so embarrassing,”
“No, it’s actually kinda hot,” Peter said, taking a step towards you.
“Are we really going to do this?” You asked.
“If we are, you’re going to have to learn to be quiet, Y/N, cause i’d really like to enjoy you and not have your father barge in on us,”
“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath.
Peter took another step closer to you, letting his hand brush your face.
lets talk about wlw (witch loving witches) at hogwarts!! girlfriends in the same house not having to worry about the barriers not letting boys into their bedrooms bc ew boys are gross anyway! slytherin and hufflepuff girls dating and the slytherin will punch anyone who says anything homophobic to her girlfriend! ravenclaw girlfriends curling up and studying together by the fire! a slytherin girl cheering for gryffindor because her girlfriend is their seeker even though all of her friends are mad at her for not cheering for them! girls in differing houses wearing each other’s scarfs and first-years get confused and ask a ravenclaw how to get to the hufflepuff common room but she knows how anyway because she sneaks in to see her girlfriend at nights! pls add more I’ve been thinking about wlw at hogwarts all day and it’s making my heart happy!!!
Jimin wasn’t like the other boys. Jimin was different, much kinder. He didn’t want to hit Yoongi or steal his lunch like all the others boy did.
Instead, he wanted to play with Yoongi.
Yoongi always wondered why out of everyone did Jimin chose to be with him. But he was happy because at least he had a friend.
They were on the playground during lunchtime. While everyone else was away playing Yoongi and Jimin were hidden behind the trees playing pretend in one of the many elaborate stories that Yoongi came up with.
This time Jimin was playing a young prince that needed to be saved and Yoongi was the knight in shining armor that was going to save Jimin from the clutches of the evil dragon-a one-eyed teddy bear that they had found in the toys’ room.
“Stop right there,” Yoongi bellowed in his loudest voice to the teddy bear behind which Jimin was quivering with fear.
“What did you say?” Yoongi asked in a dramatic voice.
Jimin cried out louder.
“Do not worry prince for I am here to save you,” Yoongi said to Jimin before returning his attention back to the dragon.
Description: The only place a person can see their soulmate is in their dreams. Depending on where each person lives in the world, the dream becomes clearer when both people become closer to each other.
Ever since you were a little kid you dreamed of traveling, your mom would always say things like “every time you travel brings you closer to your soulmate”.
Hence, most of your memories as a child were abroad- the pyramids in Egypt, cafes in Paris etc.
No matter where you went, your dreams of your soulmate were always fuzzy. It was as if someone put a sheet over the camera lens.
That was until you took a gap year after you finished high school.
Always being interested in the culture, you decided to spend ten months Seoul, South Korea.
In a jet lagged trance was when the sheet was finally lifted.
A scene of an abandoned playground came into sight, with one little boy swinging alone.
As if sensing your presence, the boy stopped, looked into the lens, and smiled.
You awoke from the dream, your hand outstretched as if the boy was still right in front of you.
Every night after that, a scene would play with the same boy, and each dream the boy became older and older.
After nine months of dreams, the once young boy was now a handsome man, around the same age as you.
You became obsessed with the silent boy.
Your bedroom was covered in drawings and notes- anything to help you discover who your soulmate was.
You would post the drawings all over social media and “soul search” websites, hoping for a clue or a response.
When your ten months in Seoul was coming to a close, you decided it was hopeless in finding your soulmate.
In a fit of rage, you took down all the drawings and notes, and ripped them to shreds.
The once comforting smile of your soulmate now became something that only brought you anger and sadness.
You refused to go to sleep that last night in Seoul, for fearing that you would dream of him.
Instead, you wandered the streets of Seoul. You might as well enjoy the city while you can.
As you wandered the streets, you felt an ominous aura- someone was following you.
You glanced behind to see a hooded man about fifty meters back.
Assessing the situation, you began to walk towards sources of population, something that was hard to find at two in the morning.
The steps behind you became louder, and with that you began to ran.
Out of breath, you ran into a late night convenience store, the man close on your tracks.
Realizing the man went into the store behind you, you screamed and pointed your keys.
The only thing you didn’t account for was that the hooded figure was not as scary as he seemed, he actually had always been in your dreams.
Jutting a key at his throat, was your one and only soulmate.
Frozen, you both stood like deer in the headlight.
That was until the convenience store clerk started to whisper, “911 I would like to report an emergency”.
Quickly you explained to the clerk in your broken Korean that calling the authorities was not necessary.
Playing it off as some prank, you laughed and grabbed onto the young boy’s hand and said how that was enough games for tonight.
Fleeing the convenient store as quickly as possible, outside you peppered him with questions.
“Is there a reason why you were following me for an hour at two in the morning?” “Who are you” “Why here? Why now?”
Stuttering, the young boy explained why it was that he made his presense unknown for so long, but you didn’t hear a word- all you could focus on was the way crinkles appeared when he spoke, how the street light reflected just right onto his light brown hair, and how his hand was still holding yours.
Stopping whatever sentence he was in, all he said was “i’m jeon jungkook, and I’ve been looking for you for nineteen years, it’s nice to finally meet you.”
After introducing yourself, you two went to a park and just talked for hours and hours.
When daylight broke, Jungkook offered to walk you home, so you let him.
Once reaching your apartment, you decided you might as well invite him in for some breakfast.
But you neglected to remember how you tore apart your apartment last night in a fit of rage.
Frozen once more, you stood in your doorway trying to find what was once your kitchen floor.
Jungkook walked into your apartment and gently began to pick the papers up.
“Are these all of me?”
Sheepishly you tried to come up with a response that didn’t make you sound like some crazy stalker, but Jungkook stopped you.
Out of his back pocket he pulled a little notebook, inside were sketches of you, messy notes, and drawings of places you thought no one knew.
“I’m glad to know I wasn’t the only one” he whispered
Smiling, you two began to pick up your shambled apartment.
He gave you his sketchbook, you gave him (the now crumpled) drawings.
You began to build your relationships over burnt pancakes, swinging on playgrounds, playing video games at internet cafes, and listening to music.
Not long after you two met, he introuduced you to his friend group, who you quickly became friends with.
Which was the beginning of realization that you would have to tell people about how you and jungkook met- almost stabbing him in a 7/11 at 2am (true love).