but today i had one of the best mornings!


Hey guys! Here’s another one. I’m kinda screeching, I’m really excited about this one. I’ve been waiting to post it and I hope you like it. Thanks to all the new followers and tag listers for reading and to all the regular readers and comment leavers. You guys are really the best! Happy Sunday!

No Warnings, just cuteness.

Today was your day off. You, Steve, and Bucky were all excused from the mission today because the three of you hadn’t had a day to relax in a couple weeks. And boy, were you excited to unwind after a month of non stop missions. 

You enjoyed your perfectly regular morning in the tower. You woke up, ate breakfast, trained with the boys, showered, and now you were sitting in your favorite spot on the couch reading a book. Bucky and Steve had done the same and were now watching a movie.

You were sure an outsider would laugh at the three of you. While you were nestled into the corner of the couch, neatly folded under a blanket, the two men took over the other side of the sofa. Steve was hugging the armrest, his head leaning on his fist with his legs attempting to touch the other side of the room, while Bucky was slouched next to you, his legs open in a deep v while he absently ran his flesh fingers over the seam of the cushion. They were peas in a pod, those two.

You felt your eyelids slipping closed while you turned the page of your book. The whole team had been up late the night before, fooling around and sharing a bottle of Tony’s high quality liquor. He insisted on opening it, who were you to refuse a good drink?

After reading the same paragraph for the third time, you gave into your heavy eyelids and weak limbs. You closed your book and placed it safely next to you on the couch. Snuggling under the blanket, you allowed slumber to overtake your busy mind.

Next to you, Bucky had heard your breathing slow and simmer. He stole a glance your way and couldn’t stop the grin that was invading his features. In the back of his mind he knew you were one of the few who wasn’t afraid of him. You trusted him enough to let your guard down around him, which gave him a sad hope that maybe others would soon see him as less of a monster.

His eyes wandered from your closed eyes, to your slightly turned up lips, to the fuzzy blanket hiding your frame, to the cover of the book you were reading. The bright orange sleeve told him it was another Harry Potter hardback. He chuckled quietly. He had seen you read this one a couple times. He guessed it was your favorite. 

He shrugged and carefully slid the book away from you. Time to see what this prisoner did, he thought. But he was surprised to see a contrasting title on the first page. 

Recovery: Managing Post Traumatic Stress

Bucky felt his heart sink. He didn’t know much about you, only that you were a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who joined the team after the agency’s untimely fall, and simple personal things that he learned through his growing friendship with you. You adored Harry Potter. You fell in love with any animal you ever saw. You were from New York. You had a brother. But that you were hiding some sort of PTSD? That one you never mentioned. 

Against his better judgement he flipped through the pages. Gravity forced the pages to fall until he reached a dogeared page, one that the deep crease in the binding suggested you had studied. His finger hovered over the first page of a chapter on nightmares. 

Bucky’s stomach flipped. He prayed to whatever was out there that you weren’t having nightmares similar to his. His eyes flew down the pages, looking at words you had scribbled in the margins.

have a routine, journal, music, chew gum after

The pencil of your neat cursive was smudging, but he could still read the faded words. He recognized the tactics to calm a victim of nightmares. 

He wondered why you were keeping this all a secret. Didn’t you know you could talk to him about this? You really felt like you had to hide a self help book behind a Harry Potter binding? 

He felt his bruised heart shatter. You poor doll. He didn’t want to bombard you with questions or betray your trust. So he told Steve to do it.

That afternoon, there was a soft knock on your door. Without ceasing your cleaning, you invited whoever it was to come in.

Steve leaned on the door frame with his bulging arms crossed over his chest, his face one of concern. 

“Oh, boy. What’s goin’ on?” You teased once you looked up and saw his nervous state. 

His expression lifted as he chuckled. His sad blue eyes fell to the floor as he shook his head. “That obvious?”

You hummed in confirmation as you tossed a shirt into the hamper against the wall. 

You knew something was coming when he let out a deep sigh. You sat on the edge of your bed and waited for him to find the right words. 

He joined you on the duvet. “(Y/N), is everything alright? With you? Are you okay here?”

Woah, three questions at once, he was really worried.

“Yeah, Steve I’m good. Why?

“Uh, um, We just-I, um…” You giggled at his struggles. He was obviously tip toeing around something big.

“Steve, spit it out.”

“Your Harry Potter book… isn’t a Harry Potter book.”

You closed your eyes and sighed. Caught red handed. You felt him stiffen next to you. You opened your eyes and gave him a reassuring smile. You weren’t angry at his snooping, honestly you should have been more careful about it. At least Bucky didn’t see it, you thought. 

“It’s not mine. I-I mean, it’s not for me.”

He cut you off. “(Y/N), you don’t have to be shy about this, we all-”

“No really, Steve, I’m good. It’s not for me, it’s for, uh, it’s for Bucky.”

Steve’s brows met and the creases in his forehead deepened, encouraging you to explain. 

“Umm, a few nights back, I heard Bucky screaming in his sleep and… I couldn’t do anything. So, I got this book about PTSD so, maybe I can help.” Your words we slow and deliberate. This was the first time you admitted to yourself why you were doing this. Most of the time you tried to stay out of Bucky’s business but seeing his nightmare tear him apart changed your mind.

Steve just nodded and stared at the floor like he didn’t know what to say. Finally, he looked up at you from his bent position and thanked you.

You understood. You knew how much Bucky meant to him. “Just don’t tell Bucky, okay? I don’t want him to take it the wrong way. I may be crossing a boundary here.”

Steve nodded and braced himself on his knees as he stood up. After sauntering to the door, he touched the top of the frame and said, “You should tell him.”

Steve left you alone in your room and you continued your cleaning. You knew you should tell Bucky. You just didn’t know how to.

Later that night, you were making yourself a cup of tea when you heard Bucky call your name. 

Your response was covered by F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s. “Miss (Y/L/N) is in the kitchen, Mr. Barnes.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the AI. You still weren’t used to having her around. 

You brought the steaming mug up to your lips and puffed on the liquid, trying to cool it down. You heard heavy footsteps coming toward the kitchen and you waited for his appearance. 

He landed in the kitchen, slightly winded from his jog through the tower. 

“Hey you,” you threw your usual greeting his way as you placed the mug on the counter before it burned your hands. 

“You-” he stopped himself. When your eyes lifted to his you saw him shaking his head incredulously. 

It was then that you noticed his expression. His chest was still rising and falling at an unusual pace, his cheeks pink and his hair tousled. His eyes were still and wide. They held something you couldn’t quite place. 

Your eyebrows lifted, inviting him to explain himself. 

“You’re somethin’ else.”

Shit. He knew about the book. Shitshitshit. Time to come clean.

“Listen, I didn’t mean to- I’m sorry, Bucky, I just wanted to help you.”

Then he was coming after you. But, instead of yelling at you for invading his privacy and patronizing him, he wrapped his arms tight around your shoulders and landed a kiss to your temple.

“I’m not angry, sweetheart,” he sang. 

You sighed in relief and relaxed, hugging his waist.

Over Bucky’s arm, you saw Steve peeking his head around the corner to watch the two of you.

“Steven Grant Rogers.”

You unwound from Bucky’s embrace, but felt his hand remain on your hip. You tried to ignore the fire on your skin as you glared at Captain America hiding behind the door. 

“Can’t keep a secret for his life,” Bucky mumbled loud enough for Steve to hear. 

“Secrets aren’t American!” you announced with allegiance. 

“Secrets aren’t righteous or patriotic!” Bucky caught on and helped you tease Steve. 

“I’m leaving now,” Steve grumbled as he made his way down the hall to the elevator.  

You giggled and turned back toward Bucky. You tried to act nonchalant as his fingers reached to coddle your waist. “But seriously,” you started counting on your fingers, “They say writing your nightmares down helps, and you should have a routine before you go to bed that calms your mind, and I don’t know why, but having a jar of coffee beans near your bed helps, I guess they’re supposed to ground you-”

“The coffee grounds ground me?”

“No, no, coffee beans, the strong smell-” You stopped in your tracks when you realized he was teasing you. You couldn’t help but laugh along, but you slapped his chest for good measure. His smirk brought a red blush to your cheeks. 

He leaned down to you until his lips were almost touching yours. “Thank you.”

His breath fanned your face and you drowned in his arms, his scent completely intoxicating. You couldn’t even feel your feet on the floor. 

“I could use a jar of coffee beans right about now,” you whispered. 

Bucky chuckled and closed the distance between your lips. He was like candy, you couldn’t get enough. His lips were soft and warm, smooth. Your tongue reached out to taste more of him, and he gladly took you in.

You felt like you were dancing, your tongue with his, your hands grazing across his body, his strong arms supporting you and pulling you closer and closer until there was no air between your bodies. 

When both of you were panting, the only area of your bodies that parted was your lips. To make up for it, he dropped his forehead to yours. When the world stopped spinning around you, you leaned back in his arms and smoothed his hair in your fingers. 

You finally knew what his eyes had been telling you all along. He loved you.

You gazed into his baby blues and then traveled to his pink cheeks and his puffy lips. It was like you were looking at a new man. He seemed at peace. Happy.

“Hey, you,” you whispered. 

He shook his head. “You’re somethin’ else.”



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anonymous asked:

"You're such a bitch" chloenette for the writing prompt please if your still taking requests

Authors note: I am so excited that I have multiple Chloenette and Ladybee promts in this challenge so I can explore so many dynamics in this relationship! For this one, I had to go with humor ^_^ (For those looking for romantic Chloenette don’t worry, it’s coming) 

“Chloe, what are you doing?” Marinette asked as she stared at girl who was currently lounging in Alya’s seat. 

“I’m sitting next to my best friend of course!” She smiled, patting the desk beside her, “Cesaire can sit over there. Isn’t that right Sabrina?” she called to her usual partner in crime. 

“Of course! Whatever you think is best Chloe. I’m so excited we are getting new friends!” Sabrina grinned manically, giving Marinette an energetic wave. 

Marinette slide into her seat. “What did you tell her?” she hissed, “I thought we were clear yesterday that a secret identity needs to be kept a secret!” 

Of all the people to possibly find out about her alter ego, it had to be Chloe. 

“Of course I didn’t tell her about… you know… I just told her that you and I ran into each other at a cafe and hashed out our differences,” Chloe whispered back. “So I was thinking we should go shopping together after class.” 

“Why would you tell Sabrina that?” Marinette asked, praying that she could get this whole mess sorted out before Alya and Nino showed up. If she was lucky maybe today they would have one of their morning make out sessions and come racing in seconds before the bell. 

“Well Sabrina is my best friend, I had to tell her something! Especially since we are going to be spending so much time together now. I didn’t want her freaking out and going all… invisible again.” 

“What… time togeth… what are you talking about?” 

Chloe gave her a pitying smile, “Oh silly, you don’t have to pretend anymore. I know you have to keep up the whole lame, clumsy persona so that people don’t figure out your secret, but you don’t have to hide from me! I’m your best friend!” 

“No you’re really not.” 

“And I know you better than anyone.” 

“I seriously doubt that.” 

“and just think, now you can be yourself around someone! Because we are truly together now. It’s like destiny. Me and Ladybug, just like it was always meant to be. And you know you can even act like less of a spaz and everyone will just assume that it’s because our friendship has made you that much cooler, and no one will suspect that it’s just your true self shining through.” 

“Could this get any worse?” 

“Chloe?” a new voice interrupted. “What are you doing in Alya’s seat?” 

Apparently it could get worse, because Marinette looked up to see Adrien, looking confused, standing next to his own place in front of her. Great. 

“Oh Adrikins! Marinette and I have decided to become best friends. It’s alright if I bring her with me for our monthly movie night on Thursday right?”

“Sure, I guess…” Adrien said still looking like he was expecting to wake up any second to find the whole conversation was a dream. Or maybe Marinette was projecting.

“I was thinking we could all go shopping first,” Chloe continued obliviously, “or maybe manicures because really Marinette we should do something about your poor nails. Oh! Before I forget- selfie!” She pulled out her phone, slinging an arm around Marinette shoulder and giving the camera a brilliant grin. Marinette scowled, then flushed self consciously when she noticed Adrien staring at them both with a strange, searching expression. 

“Sorry!” Adrien said, shaking his head when he realized he had been caught staring, “deja vu… anyways I am glad you two are getting along now, it will be fun to all hang out together.” He gave them both an encouraging smile and slipped into his own seat, pulling out his phone. 

Marinette sighed, slumping down in her chair. At least something good might come out of this. It seemed that Chloe was finally going to stop trying to ruin her already disastrous attempts to spend time with Adrien.

“So where should be go for lunch?” Chloe asked. 

“Chloe, we are not going to lunch together,” Marinette said trying to channel her mother’s firm but quiet tone. “We are not best friends, and you need to go back to your seat, preferably before Alya gets here.” 

“But you’re Ladybug.” 

“Yes, but I am also Marinette. You know, the girl you picked on mercilessly for the last 5 years?” 

“I know and I forgive you for that.” 

“Chloe,” Marinette growled, “get out of that seat.” 

“God, you’re such a bitch. So anyways I was thinking seafood…” 

Messy hair, Don't care

OML . I saw a few gifs of Sebastian Stan’s messy hair and I GOT THE FEELS.

So I did a smutty n fluffy af one shot outta this cuz I couldn’t resist. I apologize because it might not be well written but it was stuck in my head ALL DAY LONG.


I was happy I decided to come along with Sebastian to this Comic-Con. Leaving my usual worries back at home and taking care of myself. Of course Stan still had to work, but I liked being able to support him. The best part was when the day was over, he’d come back to the room and make love to you for hours.

Today he had meetings with some important people, so I took the morning to enjoy the pool with Elsa -Chris Hemsworth’s wife- and her babygirl. “The twins stayed back home with grandma’.” she’d said. You played around with India all morning, she was a really playful one. When lunch time arrived, both of you headed to your respective rooms to shower and be ready for the afternoon activities.

As I got out of the shower -with a towel around my body and another on my head- the room door flew open and my husband walked in. Looking like he just ran a marathon. “Are you okay?” I ask, he chuckled and looked at me closing the door. “I am… very horny, that’s what I am.” he mumbles, liking his lips as he inspects my body. I cock an eyebrow at him, a perky smile appearing on my lips. “Why would that be?” I ask and he walks towards me. “There was this one picture of you in your bikini today..” he trails off putting a hand in your waist. You giggle when he pulls you closer to his body and he bites his lower lip. “And another one with India on your hip, you two looked so cute.” he grabs a hair that has slipped from the towel on your head, smiling.

“And just the thought of you as a mom seemed so hot for a second.” his eyes are on your body now and you can feel the growing bulge under his pants. You immediately pull him into a passionate kiss and it turns wild in a matter of seconds. He grabbed your waist and lifted you from the floor, taking you to the bed. He gets rid of the towel of your hair carefully as he continues to explore your mouth with his tongue. You run your hands through his hair and pull of it as he bites your lower lip.

He looks into your eyes and smiles “You should quit the pills.” he says and you freeze. For quite a while you had been considering to stop taking the contraception pills you were on, because you felt ready and wished to have a baby with your husband. You discussed it with him some days ago and gave him time to think about it. And here you were. You kiss him repeatedly. “Are you sure? A baby requires a lot of love, time and attention .. I would hate it for you to not be around a lot.” You say making a puppy face and cupping his cheek. He grabs your hand and kisses it. “After the movie I’m filming it’s over I don’t have any upcoming projects for ten months, and if we do achieve a pregnancy nor will I sing up for more in the lapse our baby’s first year. You have nothing to worry about, I want this just as much a you do.” He was serious about this, he had decided he wanted a baby too. He’d even made plans to make this works. And nothing could make you happier. “Well, even tho we need to plan this out better than this… we should get right to it. you give him a big smile and bring his fingers to your mouth provocatively.

His hands were all over you again as he kissed you and you are reluctant to undress him, looking so hot in those clothes and with a tie. His lips trail down your neck making an obscene but sexy sound. You let out a soft moan as his hands reach your breasts. By this moment he is humping you, seeking liberation. My arms climb to the back of his neck as he bites my collarbone lightly, and when his fingers make their way to my ass to finish removing the towel there is a knock on the door.

"FUCK” he whimpers under his breath, you let go of him knowing he wouldn’t ignore it but you aren’t even mad. He quickly answers, walking outside and almost closing the door behind his back so whoever it was couldn’t see you naked and spread in the bed. You chuckled, your heart beating fast. You heard the indistinct conversation of your husband with the person who knocked to your door and you could hear his nervous laughs. He was acting very awkward and you couldn’t even see him. This man would make the best father on the entire universe and you knew it.

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Today Morning

Originally posted by katherine8595

Reader x Jongin

EXODUS, College AU; A sleepy Jongin suddenly and accidentally exposes his power to you one late night.

First installment of Nikah, @lovesehunright and I’s college au series!

Jongin’s voice is low and childlike as he whines out his protests at your stubborn self. “Y/N, really, I’m walking you home.” He huffs, watching with ‘cold’ eyes while you step into your worn down tennis shoes and grab for your jacket which- a sigh- was to be found in his stubbornly raised hand. 

“Jongin, please.” You pout, reaching for your jacket with another sigh and a reassuring statement, that no, he didn’t need to walk you home, just over campus, this late. It wasn’t that late, anyways. 

Your jacket is lighter than expected, and you hurry it over your shoulder before placing your arms through the arms of the fluffy jacket. There is only a single light illuminating Jongin’s small dorm room, casting a yellow light over the strewn out empty bags of candies and soda bottles. His bed is messy and unmade after the two of you had spent your whole Sunday night up into it, watching all your favorite movies. 

A few hours earlier, Jongin had called you up and told you that his roommate was out for the night, begging you to come over. And so you did, and now you were as tired as ever, stifling yawn after yawn and stretching out your stiff legs by his door. 

“It is that late, actually.” Jongin says dumbly. “It’s almost one in the morning, you do realize we watched like four movies. That’s like- what, 1,5 hours times four?” 

A third sigh - one that transitioned into a jaw-ripping yawn. “Don’t even start, Jongin, seriously. I have math class at nine tomorrow morning.” 

“Today morning.” 

Keep reading

10 Signs an Introvert Likes you (1/10)

Summary: Bucky wasn’t the type of guy to show his feelings and neither were you the one to notice subtle things, until you come across this video. A guidance that may help you discover rather The Winter Soldier likes you or not. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 982

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

Warnings: None, just cursing and FLUFF. 

A/N: So, I found this video here and the idea crossed my mind, it (ALMOST) will be a drabble series, because sometimes I was write too much, sorry not sorry. It won’t have any angst or something like that. Just fluff and comedy. Hope you enjoy! <3 

Masterlist of the Series

Originally posted by seabasschino

“Oh, please, Natasha. Cut it, already!”

“Y/N, I’m going to punch you in the face, why can’t you just accept that Barnes is totally in love with you?” Hushing her with your hand, you felt your cheeks getting hotter as she cocked her brows at you.

“He’s not, fuckin hell!” Rolling her eyes and continuing to follow you to your room, she hissed, already getting tired of trying to convince you

“You’re so oblivious that it hurts me.”

“He hasn’t shown any signs, Nat.”

“It’s Barnes; he can’t even start a conversation with all of us in the room. What do you expect, huh? That he raise a fucking signpost at dinner, with neon-shining letters saying ‘I’m totally in love with you’?”

“Well, maybe not with neon-shining letters, but–”

“I’m serious, Y/N.”

“So am I, Natasha. Just because I told you that I have a little crush on him, that doesn’t mean you have to join us together, okay? Now, good night.” Closing the door behind you and leaning on it, you couldn’t help but to think ‘what if?’

Yeah, he hadn’t shown anything that indicated that he liked you, but it could happen, right?

Sighing, you prepared yourself to sleep. Slipping in your pajamas, you kept thinking about Bucky and his actions. They weren’t flirty or even a little bit malicious, he wasn’t the kind of person that would normally let people in, and that kept you awake for half an hour.

Huffing in annoyance, you grabbed your laptop and entered Youtube, maybe watching some videos would make you sleepy again.

As if the destiny – and the internet – were laughing at your face, the first video on your recommended had the title: 10 Signs an Introvert Likes you.

Looking around the room to make sure no one saw you clicking the video, you plugged your earphones while mumbling that it was something stupid to do

“Well, it won’t kill anyone…” Inhaling sharply, you pressed play just to hear a sweet voice starting to talk.

The four types of introverts can be – vaguely - described by the traits: “Social”, “thinking”, “anxious” and “restrained”.

Social Introverts: The belief that a social introvert dislikes socialization, is false. Rather, they prefer to socialize in small groups of people they feel compatible with and comfortable around, such as close friends or their family circles. Thus, they are not exactly shy or reserved.

Thinking Introverts: These are people that remain introverts in their thinking process, causing them to be more thoughtful and self-reflective.

Anxious Introverts: Anxious Introverts prefer to be alone because they feel uncomfortable or unsuitable during social gatherings, as they are not confident about their social skills, consequently, they are likely to choose solitude, but sometimes even solitude may not reduce their anxiety.

Restrained Introverts: These are people who take time into everything they do, rather is socializing or springing up an action. They may seem slow, since they think more carefully before they speak or act and are more passive nature, than the active types.”

The video was already able to catch your attention and you couldn’t help but to place Bucky into the Social and Restrained introverts. Remembering all those times he seemed to be with the gears of his brain working to start a generic conversation with anyone outside his small circles of friends – You, Steve and him, basically –. You still couldn’t believe that he let you enter the duet.

So how do you know rather an introvert likes you or not?”

“You use your telepathic powers?” Giggling at your own joke, you listened to what the woman was saying.

One: Making the first move – Generally, introverts don’t make the first move in social contexts. But, if you find that an introvert is actively making an effort to talk to you, or making a gesture to grab your attention, you can bet he/she likes you.

“Sure.” The sarcastic mumble got out as you tried to remember any time Bucky had done that, and for your surprise, he did.

It was your third week in the tower, you weren’t the quiet type of person. You liked to talk, laugh, hug and kiss, however, you would always respect others boundaries and always knew who wanted to talk or not.

Bucky was on the ‘not’ sector, so you would respect his wishes and wouldn’t start a conversation when he didn’t seem to be in his best mood, that was basically, every day; Until one breakfast.

You yawned as you sat on his flesh arm side, pulling a bowl and grabbing your cereal. Obviously, you didn’t expect for him to start a conversation with you, since he never did.

“Good morning, Y/N.” Snapping your eyes at him in surprise, you saw he had a shy smile on his lips and that his cheeks were a little pink. 

“Morning, Bucky.” 

“Huh… Is sunny today, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, you know, I love sunny days. However, I also like cloudy days, because I can be crawled under my cushions, watching a silly movie while drinking something hot.” His smile widen with you bubbling, he liked that about you, especially at the start, since he wasn’t one to talk, yet. “Do you like sunny days?”

“Huhum, it’s a perfect day to read a book outside.” He moved his hand and shrugged his shoulders, subconsciously grabbing your attention

“Hmm, would you like to read something in the garden, with me?” The moment you finished your sentence and saw him backing down his eyes at the bowl, you regretted, thinking you may had pushed him too much. “I’m sorry, you must have something else to do-”

“I’d love to.” Surprised and satisfied with his answer, the smile popped out of you as you turned your face at your breakfast again.


“He just made a comment and I was the one to babble… Yeah, just a coincidence, that’s all.” 

Or wasn’t?

Q&A: Why your thoughts aren’t becoming things

Q: Everyone says “thoughts become things” and I’ve been thinking about only what I want. Focusing on what I want instead of what I don’t want. But nothing is changing or happening? Why? I’m really frustrated, I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. Also, every time I see people having what I want or are living the life I wish I could have, I get jealous and wonder why I don’t have that and therefore feel bad. And it happens so often too. How can I change that?

A: This is one of the most honest questions I have ever been asked. So thank YOU for the opportunity to discuss this. The truth is your thoughts are becoming things, but the missing link is to understand your feelings become things much faster. Here’s how to master both:

1. The first thing is to make a list of your desires, and rank them from the smallest to the biggest goal. And now, make it a point to go after the biggest one. The smaller goals will be fulfilled with very little effort. This is because in focusing on a “big” goal, you are raising your energy past number 5, 4, 3, and 2 to get to 1! 

2. When you think of what you want, you are no closer to achieving it. This is not the law of attraction. (I was as shocked as you are right now!) When you think of a goal, the Universe thinks “he/she wants to keep wanting it”  and so you stay in that state. The day you begin to imagine you have already fulfilled the goal, then the creative magic begins. Think of it as a 100m sprint: instead of standing at the Start Line imagining the end, put yourself 1st place on the podium accepting the gold medal around your neck! When you shift time in your imagination like this, let yourself start to feel that it could be true, it could be you. 

3. What you resist, you attract too. We all have things we don’t want so we try not to think of them. But be honest about your inner mental conversations. Is there something you still feel resentment towards? A situation or a person? What are you scared of, illness or poverty? These are all types of resistance. And resistance is a powerful energy that will keep you stuck in an unhappy cycle unless and until you decide you’ve had enough. Begin today to write the following affirmation out 10 times a day, morning and night: “I release every one to their highest good and me to mine.” If it feels uncomfortable or you make excuses for delaying it, you know that is your resistance speaking!

4. Understand how your life is right now is only a product of how you used to think. You did the best with what you had. The best news is that this is a new moment of creation. You’ve asked the question because you’re ready to take responsibility for your life. Whatever you’re not happy with right now, just let it be for a while. Create one hour a day (minimum) where you write out affirmations, see your “biggest” goal in your imagination, see who you want to be in your imagination, meditate a little, and have positive/calming music playing the entire hour. The music will create a new Neuro-Linguistic Programming in your brain to get you to feel as good about your desires as you do about the songs! 

5. Frustration: This one word deserves a paragraph in itself. Decide now that you will no longer let yourself feel frustration. That F word is burning your dreams and birthing jealousy towards people you otherwise love, and is making you judge yourself. Your heart and soul have waited until today for you to be kinder to yourself. Enough is enough. Frustration is a fire. When you feel it creeping back into your mind, pause and try to see who is feeling the frustration? Is it a voice in your mind? Who is listening to it? Realize you are the one that listens to your inner dialogue, you are NOT your thoughts themselves. 

6. When you see others have what you want there are a few ways to go about it. You could realize that there is no end to how much you can have, and how much they can have! You can see that the Universe is showing you desires that match yours to show you its listening to you. You can realize how amazing it is that we are all here to be, do and have anything we want. When you feel any envy, just be aware of it and talk to it as you would a child. It is only your ego feeling left out and scared. The ancient ego within us all operates with a fight or flight mentality, and believes if it doesn’t get what it needs to survive then it will die. It’s as simple as that. However, this is a lie and deep down you know it. Somewhere within your feelings, your gut, you know that life is about to get very good for you, and every single person you have the honour of knowing. 

There’s work to be done to live the life you want, as you can see. Read over this a few times, and begin to take the action listed. And each day, imagine you’re at Day One and try again. The action is easy once you start. Also, try to cut out every negative book, song, TV show, film and piece of news in your life for 30 days. This negativity detox is essential as you begin to change your thinking. Also try to read The Power of Positive Thinking by Norman Vincent Peale, he will be a good friend to you right now. 

Note: If anyone at all has any questions then please feel free to inbox me. I shall answer in this anonymous format so we may all benefit. 

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You placed your hand on Peter’s chest and gently pushed him so he was lying on his back beside you, and you straddled his legs.

‘OK, first time doing this, so tell me if you don’t like it OK?’  you said shyly.

‘If you’re doing it, I’m probably gonna love it.’ He smiled.

You wished you could hate the wave of joy and confidence his words sent through you, but you couldn’t.

You carefully slid your hands slowly down his chest, enjoying the feel of skin beneath your hands; you paused at the hem of his boxers.

You look up at him and see that he is looking into your eyes, and even though he doesn’t say it, you can just tell how bad he wants you to keep going.

With a quick deep breath you pulled down the boxers just enough reveal Peter’s…oh God.

There it was, the first one you had ever seen in your life, for a few seconds you just stared at it. It’s different than the one in your health book.

You blink and shake yourself out of your own thoughts.

‘Enjoying the show Darling?’ Peter teased as he gently rubbed your thighs.

‘I am, are you?’ you smiled.

‘Definitely, isn’t it obvious?’ he smiled back.

You look back down at the body part that shows you just how much he was enjoying it.

OK (Y/N), time to do this.

Slowly and gently you wrapped your fingers around his…you guess you might as well call it a cock. Anyway, you shyly took hold of his cock.

It was honestly so weird feeling, like yeah it was stiff, but not rock hard like you’d imagined it would be. You tighten your hand around it a bit more, getting feel for it. (pun totally intended)

Experimentally you gave it slow stroke.


You look back up at your husband and see that he had his head tilted back, he seemed to be enjoying it so you kept going.

‘Is this alright, any pointers?’ you asked.

‘It’s great Love, just hold it tighter… and a bit faster.’ he said.

You nodded and tightened your grip and stroked it faster.

‘Like this?’

‘Just like that.’ Peter groaned as he closed his eyes.

You are filled with pure joy knowing that you were responsible for making him feel good, it gave you the confidence to try what you had really wanted to do.

You kept stroking and backed up a bit and before you could second guess it you bent down and gave the…cock a quick kitten lick.

‘Oh God!’ Peter gasped as he sat up, which startled you and made you sit up as well.

This resulted in you accidently head butting your husband; and by the crunching noise it made, you probably broke his nose with your skull.

‘Bloody hell!!’ he shouted.

You clutched the back of your head in pain and you see Peter is nursing a bloody nose.

‘Shit!’ you hissed as you got out of the bed.

It took you a second to remember that healing spell Peter had taught you, but soon you had healed the lump on your head.

You turn to check on your husband and see he too had just healed his broken nose.

For a second you just can’t look at him because Holy Shit no one has ever been as embarrassed as you right now.

‘(Y/N) it’s alright.’ Peter said as he walked over to you.

‘I broke your fucking nose.’ you mumbled.

‘Not like you never thought about doing it before.’ he smiled, trying to lighten the mood.

‘Of course I have but not in that exact moment.’ you pouted.

‘Come on, maybe this is Fate’s way of telling us we needed to get the day started.’ Peter said as he wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on top of yours.

‘OK.’ You agree, with the snap of your fingers you are fully dressed and clean, as is Peter.

‘So…I’m going to meet with a potential trade partner today so I’ll be back later.’ Peter said.

‘The pirates you told me about that one time?’ you asked as you fixed your hair.

‘Ok, see you Snookums.’ you said as he left.

‘Don’t call me that.’ Peter said as he left.

You made the bed before heading out, once you made it to the camp you were proud to see the boys already training.

‘Good boys, but today is one of the few days I’ll let you relax.’ you said as you sat on your usual tree stump.

You watch the boys all break off into groups or, most going back to their tents to sleep.

You weren’t in the mood for training right now, given how your morning was going so far.

‘What’s wrong?’ Felix asked as he sat in your lap.

A thing he had just started doing, and while it startled at first you had no problem with it. You and Felix had become like best friends after the whole Wendy thing.

“I can’t believe that idiot didn’t see how bad of an idea that was.”

“I know right.”

That was all it took to form a friendship.

‘Well, this morning me and Peter tried to take things a bit further than normal and it just went to shit, just as bad as it could get.

‘Couldn’t get him up? Try kissing his neck, that usually works.’

‘How in the hell do you know that?’ you asked.

‘You’re the first girl here ever, you don’t think he just never got the urge? We boys may not have breast but we can get the job done for each other.’ Felix shrugged.

‘So you and Peter…’

‘A few times over the centuries, no emotions on either of our parts of course; just sex.’

‘Wow…that’s actually in a weird way super hot.’

‘I know, so what happened between you two?’

‘I broke his nose.’ you blushed.

‘You didn’t.’

‘I did, and he says it’s ok, but…how will I ever be able to think about having sex with him when I broke his nose trying to get to second base?’ you confided.

‘Well, I have an idea, but you might not like it.’

Our Kind Of Love (Part 6/12)

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Steve x Plus Size!Reader

Summary:  You and Steve have a special kind of love.   One that many may not understand.  After all what would a super soldier who looked like that, want with a girl who looked like you?

A/n: Saw This post and was inspired!  If you would like to be tagged please let me know!  


an “I gotta kiss you before you leave” kind of love

Steve was having an off morning.  Like way off.  He just couldn’t figure out why the hell everything was going wrong.  His morning started off like any other, he woke to you in his arms, followed by a good morning kiss and coffee.  Then you had left earlier than normal after an emergency call from the hospital.

Steve decided since the weather was so beautiful, he would take his motorcycle to the tower.  It was a great idea till it started raining exactly two minutes after he left the apartment.   Steve cursed his luck but it was a short trip and a little water wouldn’t hurt him.  That was until the bike made an awful rumble noise and puttered to a stop.  Steve was only a mile from the tower, and he was a super soldier, so he decided to push his bike the rest of the way.

Once his bike was safely in the tower garage, he headed to get changed for his training session with Bucky and Sam.  After he had changed into his workout gear he started his workout routine.  He always started his regime by stretching.  He rolled his shoulders back, stretched each arm over his head, and cracked his neck.  Just as Bucky and Sam walked into the gym, Steve bent down to touch his toes.

A loud ripping noise stopped all three men, Steve looked to the sky as if he was willing a higher power to strike him down.  His pants had ripped and his underwear was on show for Sam and Bucky.  While his two (ex) best friends had doubled over with laughter, Steve had groaned and marched back to the lockers to change again.

When he returned the gym floor he sat on one of the benches going over his morning trying desperately to figure out what had caused his morning to be awful.

“You okay man? You seem off today.” Sam sat next to steve on the bench placing a hand on his shoulder.

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Imagine skipping class with Chris. (Part B)

A/N: Part 3B! Oh God, I was going to wait till tomorrow but I’m just too excited! I’m really happy with how this one turned out. You can read the previous parts here: (Unexpected Reader - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A) Enjoooooy! X

Burbank; that was where Chris took you after breakfast in the cute little corner bistro you loved so much. He took you all the way there to give you a tour of Marvel Studios as well as introduce you to some of the people from the industry you were dying to be apart of. He even managed to get you a quick meeting with the very busy Kevin Fiege, who- thanks to Chris- promised he’d give you a meeting when you graduated from UCLA; an offer to which you squealed at the second you thought Kevin was out of earshot. He wasn’t, and it explained why Chris Evans would go through so much trouble for a girl people said was, “just a fan he met an airport.” You were sweet and humble and passionate, and Kevin wouldn’t be surprised if months later he’d heard Chris ended up dating you. The two of you clearly had a lot of chemistry, and he wasn’t blind to the way Chris looked at you; it may have been subtle, but it was definitely a look of love.


A strange concept; love. It could either be the simplest of things, or the most complicated. Unfortunately for the two of you, it was the latter. Neither of you wanted to admit anything, due to fear of getting hurt. That was the thing about love, despite how wonderful it could make a person feel- there was also the chance of ruining an entire being. A wrong move, a poorly chosen word, bad timing- all of these were factors capable of tearing a soul in pieces.

Chris couldn’t do that to you, he couldn’t take away that light you carried despite how dark you thought you were. You were the kind of girl who still believed she could meet the love of her life in a coffee shop; who believed in love at first sight; who wanted to marry as soon as possible; who didn’t want to date casually; who was a hopeless romantic; who thought love was just like the movies. You had an incredibly innocent heart that he both wanted to force his way into, but also protect. He wanted you to have a lifetime of happiness, and he wasn’t yet sure if he could provide that for you. But God, he was starting to realize you were a girl he wasn’t going to get over easily. If he found out tomorrow you were going on a date with another man, he’d both be ecstatic and heartbroken.

Chris took his eyes off the road for a brief second to throw a glance your way. It’d been fifteen minutes since you got into the car, but you were still smiling at the pass hanging around your neck. He’d made it himself, and it had both your name and the phrase “VIP - Chris Evans’ Very Important Person” on it. You looked over at him as he turned back to the road, smiling when you saw him smile. You still couldn’t believe your luck; it’d been exactly forty-three days since you met Chris and you still couldn’t believe your luck. You woke with a smile on your face each morning- not just because of the ‘good morning’ texts he’d sent you, but because you woke knowing you had him in your life. It was a pretty freaking amazing feeling, one you hoped you’d never have to give up.

“Thank you for today, Chris.” You told him, smiling; he glanced at you and smiled back, nodding. “You’re right about it being worth my time, I couldn’t imagine spending today any other way. This has just been an absolute dream come true, honestly-” you cut yourself off, chuckling, “you’re the best, the absolute best.”

“It’s not over yet,” he threw another smile your way. “We’ve still got one more stop before we call it a day, and um-” he pulled his car to a stop; you looked out and saw the Dolby Theatre. “You might want to do a quick costume change.” He told you then got out of the car before you could question him further. “C'mon,” he called as he knocked on the back windshield.

You got out of the car and chuckled when you saw him hold up two dress bags. One held a navy blue tux, and the other held your old prom dress. “Where the hell did you get that from?” You laughed, taking the bag from him. “You didn’t break into my room while I was sleeping, did you?”

“God, no,” he laughed. “Ava did.” He told you and you chuckled. Of course Ava did, your best friend would do anything Chris asked her to because she too was a huge fan of his. You’d met her on Tumblr a few years ago, connecting through your love for Chris Evans and writing, and only recently met her in real life. She was yet another wonderful thing you needed to thank Chris for, because without him to write about- you would’ve never met Ava. “I told her about today and she offered her services.”

“Isn’t she a doll,” you bit sarcastically, then laughed when he did. “Are you serious about changing?” You quizzed and he nodded, walking towards the entrance as he draped the dress bag over his shoulder. “Oh come on,” you ran after him, “I don’t want to put on a gown!”

“You’re going to be very under dressed.” He pushed the door open and beckoned you in with his head. You stared at him, not saying anything or walking into anywhere. You huffed when he chuckled, “it’ll be fun, Y/N. Trust me,” he said with a smile that you’d never- in your forty-three days of knowing him- been able to say no to.

“Fine,” you sighed and stomped into the building. “Is there a bath-” You cut yourself off when he pointed you in the direction of the bathroom. “Just so you know, I might not even fit that dress.” You told him as you stomped towards the female bathroom like a pouty child; he followed behind you, chuckling softly. “I’m not as slim now as I was at my prom.”

“You still look great to me,” he told you and you felt heat rise to your cheeks. You bit back your smile as you glanced back at him. “Get dressed,” he instructed and you nodded, “then meet me at the stage.”

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Chris waited on the stage patiently for you, fiddling with his cuffs and sleeves. “I look ridiculous,” he heard your voice and looked up as you walked down the aisle towards the stage. His lips parted in awe, then formed into a smile as he appreciated how breathtaking you looked in your simple, but beautifully elegant, chiffon gown. “I mean-” you lifted your gown to display the sneakers you were wearing. “You could’ve at least got Ava to steal me some heels too,” you joked.

“You look beautiful.” He complimented as he walked down the steps to meet you; his heart beating as fast against his chest at the sight of you, as your heart was against your chest at the sight of him. “Now come on,” he held out his arm for you to take, “I want to show you something.”

“Like what?” You asked, letting him lead you on stage. “We’re already inside this amazing theatre, I mean- this is where they host the Oscars every year.” You pulled away from him to stroll the stage. “This place has held the talents of Meryl Streep and Denzel Washington and Martin Scorsese and Quentin Tarantino and-” You stopped when you realized Chris was smiling at you. “Of course,” you walked back over to him and poked his chest, “Chris Evans. A man who should have won Oscars upon Oscars by now.”

“As biased as you are, my number one fan,” he teased and you giggled, “I appreciate it. And yes,” he agreed as he looked around the place, smiling. “The theatre is amazing and I did bring you here to show you the interior. But-” he said and you turned to him, “I also brought you here to prepare you for your future.”

“And how are you preparing me for my future?”

“Come here,” he used his head to beckon you towards him. You walked over hesitantly then tensed when he moved behind you, gently grabbing your arms. “This is where you’re going to be one day,” he whispered into your ear, smiling. He was having trouble remembering what he’d planned to say to you because your perfume was incredibly intoxicating and all he could think of was kissing your neck. “You’re going to be standing up here, looking down at everyone you’d thought you’d only see on your screen, thanking them and your loved ones for taking a chance on you and supporting you to your first Oscar win.”

You smiled as you imagined what Chris was saying. It was almost like you could feel the Golden Statue in your hand; the weight and the sturdiness of it. You closed your eyes and looked up; it was like the heat of a thousand lights were kissing your skin. Your ears could hear the thundering applause and the cheers as the entire audience rose to their feet to give you the standing ovation you deserved. You’d look out into the crowd and smile; smile at the people you’d worked with, those who’d helped you get you the award. That was the dream, it’d always been the dream. Just like Chris was part of it, he was part of everything. Even as you closed your eyes to picture a scene where you just won an award of the highest honor, you saw him. You saw him in the crowd and you smiled because knowing him, having him believe in you the way he did, having him in your life- that all meant so much more to you than winning an award.

“I can’t wait to see you up here,” he told you as he released you from his grip. His hand forgot you were just a friend and not his girlfriend, and took it upon itself to brush your cascading hair over your shoulder. “You are going to go to amazing places, Y/N. I promise you that,” he said with so much sincerity that you felt your eyes well with tears.

“Oh God,” your voice quivered as you sniffled, trying your best not to start crying. Chris’ eyes narrowed as he gently wrapped his arm around your elbow to turn you towards him. “These are happy tears,” you quickly told him when you saw concern in his eyes. “I’m um-” you reached up to brush your tears away, but he beat you to it. “I’m just really touched that you believe in me.”

“Of course I do,” he smiled and lowered his hand to take your in his; he squeezed it gently. “You are incredibly talented, Y/N. I am so glad you decided to pursue screen writing because- God, it’d be a waste if you didn’t. You have a way with words that not many do, and I have no doubt that it’s going to take you up here one day.”

“Because of you,” you said and he shook his head.

“No,” he said. “Because of you. With or without me, you were going to find your way here and I’m…” He trailed off, smiling at how beautiful you looked despite your teary eyes and runny nose. “I’m going to be standing in that audience applauding your incredible talent, and wishing that I’d one day be lucky enough to be able to direct or even act in one of your flawless pieces.”

“You’re going to make me cry,” you chuckled because it was your only way to stop yourself from crying. He smiled and brushed the tears that had escaped off your cheeks. “Thank you, Chris,” you told him as you forced your way into his arms, hugging him tightly; he’d hugged you back without hesitation. “You have no idea how much all of this means to me.”

“You’re welcome.”

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Heaven Help The Fool Who Falls In Love Pt. 5 (James Madison x Reader)

Time Period: Modern (College AU)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6Part 7, Part 8 , Part 9

Word Count: 1,108

Warnings: None. (Wow. For once I think I didn’t swear.)

A/N: Here is part five!! I’m still trying to get the mobile masterlist to work, but I’m doing my best. 

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James Madison sat alone in the library, a stack of books next to him. He only had one class today, which was in the evening, so he liked to use the mornings to catch up on his work. He sniffled several times, before pulling out a handkerchief and blowing his nose as quietly as he could (even though he was the only one in the library, minus the desk clerk).

He typed away on his keyboard, his eyes flickering from the screen and his notes, which he had laid out on the other side of his laptop. He had a highlighter sitting between his teeth, which he occasionally took out, uncapped, and used on a particular note that he wanted to come back to, before returning it to his mouth. 

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wake up call

Originally posted by fy-kiho

Title: wake up call

Word count: 891

Ship: kiho (wonho/kihyun)

Description: hoseok worked hard for his body, and it totally paid off. but it was moments like these that kihyun wished his boyfriend wasn’t so beefy.

Tags: smut, handjobs, domestic kiho, lapslock,

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All My Life (Soul Mate AU)

Request: Hi I loved your soul mate AUs! Can I please request one where you have a time that counts down to when you meet your soul mate with Lee taeil from block b? Thank you

Member: Block B’s Taeil x Y/N x (ft. Block B)

Type: Fluff

You grumbled, rubbing at your temples as you walked in step with your best friend. Your wrist had been vibrating like crazy this morning, the small countdown clock alerting you that you would be meeting your soulmate today. 

“If you sigh again, I’m karate chopping you in the jugular,” your best friend hissed as you both shuffled down the sidewalk of your college campus. “Aren’t you excited?”

You groaned, struggling to keep up with her long and quick steps. “Aren’t you excited enough for me?”

She narrowed her eyes, halting her steps to spin around and face you. She shoved her wrist into your direct line of sight before continuing with a growl. “Do you see this, Y/N?”

You blinked rapidly, attempting to avoid any eye contact.

“It says ten years, three months, two days, sixteen minutes, and whatever the hell seconds,” she continued. “Ten. Years.”

“If I peel mine off and just swap with you…” you muttered, looking at your shoes. 

“It would switch right back to ten years and I would be depressed all over again,” she mumbled, letting her arm drop weakly to her side. “So don’t give me shit about being excited for you, okay?”

You looked down to your shoes, feeling your face heat with embaressment. Ever since you were in grade school, you had been made aware of just how lucky you were. As soon as your classmates had noticed the time stamp ticking away on your wrist reader, they moaned, complaining about how lucky you were that you would find your soul mate so young. Having just grasped the idea of soulmates at such a young age, you were excited as well, curious as to how the time ticker system worked and how it strung together the web of soulmates around the world. 

It was much too much for your adolescent brain to handle, so you joined in the joy of your classmates, exuberant over the small number you were given. 

Now it seemed as if the pressure were too much..and you would give anything to have ten years left on your time. 

“You don’t have to be so hostile,” you pouted, kicking at an imaginary rock as you continued walking. 

“Stop being stupid then,” she spat. “Plus I’ve done something for you to make it interesting.”

“…I don’t like the sound of that,” you whispered, now making it your turn to stop. “What exactly do you mean by you made it interesting?”

“Knowing you,” she nodded. “You would see a few hours left on your wrist and seclude yourself. Then something catastrophic would have to happen to meet your prince charming.”

“Or princess,” you nodded with a smirk.

Your friend rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “So I got us a ticket to a concert.”

“You what?” you gasped, your heart immediately beginning to flutter. “That’s hundreds of people? How can I possibly know…?”

“I’m sure you’ve heard your parents meeting story as often as I’ve heard mine,” she teased. “You will have no problem realizing.”

“But…but…” you began to argue, only to let your complaints trail off into a small whimper. 

“I’ll be at your apartment at six,” she nodded. “Oh, and by the way, it’s a Korean pop concert.”

Your eyes grew wide as you looked at her body, slowly retreating from yours. “But I don’t speak Korean!” 

“Why are you so quiet?” Jiho whispered, chewing on a carrot stick in the backstage area. 

“He’s been like that since our plane landed,” Kyung clucked, shaking his head. He elbowed Taeil and tilted his head, waiting for any sort of response. 

“What?” Taeil whispered cautiously. He looked up from the floor, his thoughts heavy with worry. 

“I know why he’s quiet,” Kyung said, a knowing and mischievous smile on his face. “Have you guys seen his ticker lately?”

“Don’t you have more important concerns?” Taeil grumbled. “Like your face for example, maybe what you decided to wear today?”

“Projecting! He’s projecting!” Jihoon gasped, pointing at Taeil and looking around the room. 

“Jaehyo, can you please stop teaching him these words,” Taeil groaned, now setting his gaze on the ceiling. 

“Projecting or not, we’re all waiting,” Jaehyo sighed, readjusting his crossed legs. He filed at his nails, his expression bland, but all of the members knew he  was more concerned than any of them were. 

“Get comfy, you’ll be waiting awhile,” Taeil muttered, readjusting himself to get more comfortable. 

Jiho looked to Kyung, who turned and looked to Minhyuk and Jihoon. They all nodded to each other, simultaneously springing into action. Each member took one of Taeil’s limbs as Jiho reached up and made Taeil’s wrist reader visible. 

“Two hours! You’re meeting your soul mate in two hours and didn’t think to say anything to us?” he gasped, pulling Taeil’s sleeve back down and releasing his grip on the older boy’s wrists. Yukwon immediately sprung forward, morphing into a heart emoji before the boys eyes. 

“You know when I go to fan signs-” he began. 

“You don’t sign a heart beside your name because you save it for your girlfriend,” the members recited, each rolling their eyes. 

“All I’m saying is it’ll be nice to have someone around here who has a soul mate too…” Yukwon pouted, sliding back into the couch again. “Jees.”

“So you’re nervous!” Jaehyo grinned. “How cute.”

“Am I not your hyung?” Taeil griped, trying to readjust his shaken clothing. 

“He’s right! Have a little more respect!” Jiho nodded. He slid forward, his voice only an inch from Taeil’s ear. “But it is so cute!” 

If looks could kill, everyone in the room would be dead. 

“What are you nervous about?” Minhyuk said cooly, crossing his arms. “It’s an important day, I get that, but shouldn’t you be excited?”

“What if she doesn’t like animals?” Taeil sighed. “Or tattoos? What if she doesn’t speak Korean?”

“Well, good thing you’re a quick learner,” Kyung chuckled, placing a reassuring hand on his hyung’s knee. “But here’s the bright side, in two hours, we’ll be on stage together! So we’ll all be there!”

“I can hardly contain my excitement,” Taeil muttered. “Really, how could the situation get much better?”

You struggled to the front of the barricade, your arm sore from your friend’s incessant pulling. 

“I think my shoulder just popped free from the socket,” you shouted over the hundreds of fangirls around you. You looked warily back down to your wrist, checking the time. Seven minutes. 

“They start soon, we have to hurry,” she hissed, making her way through the crowd. “Excuse me-sorry, I’m - I said I was sorry!” 

You rolled your eyes as you trudged forward, only exhaling once you reached the area closest to the stage. “When does this thing start anyway? And who is this?” 

“Block B and approximately two minutes,” she nodded, looking anxiously up at the stage. “What is the old ticker at by the way?” 

“Six minutes…five and some change now,” you grumbled, looking behind you. You were surrounded in a sea of women. 

“This is so exciting!” your friend gasped, looking at you with wide eyes. “I wonder who it’s going to be.”

“All I hope is that she’s of age,” you sighed. There were a lot of preteens in the crowd. 

“Maybe it’s the MC!” she said excitedly hopping up and down. “Look! He’s coming now!”

“Too soon,” you muttered, shaking your head. You bit your lip as the MC went through the normal hyped up speech. Your heart was pounding so hard, you swore anyone in the surrounding area could hear it. You closed your eyes, attempting to calm yourself. Your whole life would be changing in a matter of moments. 

Alright, so maybe you weren’t so good at calming yourself. 

The lights dimmed as loud music was queued somewhere behind the stage. You looked down to your wrist again. Under a minute. 

A shiver radiated down your spine as a deep voice began to make it’s way through the crowd behind you. You were scared to turn and look over your shoulder at the owner of the voice, near certain of your fate. 

“Excuse me,” he growled, trying to edge in beside you. You looked down at your wrist again. Fifteen seconds. 

You shut your eyes, beginning to panic. You weren’t ready. You were no where near ready. This random stranger in a crowd was destined to be your future. You opened your lids again to eye your ticker. Five seconds. 

“We are Block B!” a voice shouted into a microphone on stage just as the strange man’s hand reached your shoulder. You instinctively looked up from your wrist and to the stage, startled by the band’s appearance before recognizing the person now beside you. 

Just as you were about to look away, you locked eyes with one of the men on stage. He was the smallest of the group, clutching a mic in his tensed knuckles. He looked as panicked as you did. He reached up, pressing his glasses further up on his nose. It seemed as if he was squinting, attempting to make eye contact with you as well. He walked forward slowly, ignoring the choreography the other members were deeply dedicated to. He approached the edge of the stage, directly in front of you. 

It seemed as if lights became brighter and the noise around you faded to a hum. You knew as soon as your eyes met. He was your forever. 

“Holy shit,” you heard your friend gasp beside you. She clutched your wrist, shaking it violently. Your eyes broke away from the man’s for only a moment as you looked down at your wrist, a flashing 00:00:00 appearing where other numbers had been previously. Your gaze snapped back up to the member of Block B on stage who was now motionless, staring down at his wrist as well. 

“Your soulmate is Lee Taeil?” she shrieked, jumping up and down. “You owe me! Oh my god you so owe me!” 

You remained speechless as the man before you continued to stare. Slowly but surely, his group members halted their dancing, the music in the background winding down. They whispered to each other in rapid fire Korean, taking Taeil’s wrist into their hands and confirming their numbers. After shaking their member out of his daze, a small smile found his lips as he began to nod, pointing a shaky finger at you. 

“Sorry BBC!” the leader said in broken English, his face broken out into a wide smile. “But our Taeil has found someone in the crowd.”

The crowd erupted into shrieks and applause, not entirely sure of what was happening. The hands of a strange security guard reached out for you, lifting you up from your spot before the barricade and onto the stage. You were pushed in front of the man you had just learned was named Taeil. With mild hesitation, he reached for your fingers, taking your hand into his. He whispered something in Korean, causing you to shake your head and give him a sad smile. A woman emerged from the side of the stage, rushing up to take you and Taeil by the arm. She quickly ushered you both from your spots and into the wings as the other members attempted to regain the momentum of the song. 

“Do you speak Korean?” the woman asked, her face kind and gentle. 

The words barely skimmed the surface of your understanding as you stared at Taeil’s handsome face. You were lost in his eyes, his grin, and his attention. You noticed everything. The way his hair stuck out in styled angles, the way his piercings laid in his ears, the numerous tattoos peaking from beneath his sleeves. He looked taken aback, his smile never slipping from his lips. He searched your face, completely enthralled by the sight of you as well. 

“Excuse me, do you speak Korean?” the woman repeated, touching your shoulder carefully. You were broken from your hypnotized state and refocused on her, slowly shaking your head. 

“I-I don’t,” you stuttered. But it was looking like you’d have to learn pretty quickly. 

Taeil said something in quiet Korean, his face bright with a nervous blush. 

“What-what did he say?” you whispered, ripping your eyes away from him and back to the woman. 

She smiled, nodding as she looked from Taeil to you. “He said he’s waited for you his whole life…and he couldn’t be happier.”

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summary: weddings and an ex best friend you still have feelings for is not a good combination.

word count: 2,220

warnings: angst i guess (p.s. this is in 1st person pov!)

The walls were white, with beige tablecloths and red roses that I was absolutely sick of; mixed in with appetizers and main courses that I didn’t want to take a second bite of. And most of all, I didn’t like how he and his bride were the happiest thing in this room. I stare, and I stare, and I keep thinking of the ways that I should’ve held onto him and the ways that I should’ve loved him. The flute of champagne in my hand is too heavy and I think I’m about to throw up; but I can’t embarrass him right now because he’s having the time of his life and I would never forgive myself if I took that away from him.

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Good morning!! 💗🍫💙🍒 And happy hump day. 🐪🐫😂 I guess that’s an American phrase, as Kuba has never heard of it. I never say it myself but I saw a little camel sticker in the Insta stories, so I had to explain it to Kuba! My breakfast today was so good, as usual. 😉 Oatmeal cooked with almond milk, water, and cinnamon, topped with frozen raspberries, blueberries, fresh cherries, and cocoa nibs! I’m not sure which berries I like best for photos, frozen or fresh ones? At least both kinds are yummy. 😋

Midnight Cramps

Isaac Lahey X Reader

Word Count: 381

Requested: Anon

Request: Hello 😄 Can I please make a reader x Isaac request where the reader starts her period in the middle of the night and is woken up by the pain. She tries not to disturb Isaac, but he senses her pain and smells the blood which wakes him up in a worried panic because he thinks she is hurt. Thanks!

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You eyes shot open as pain went through your stomach, you groaned before unwrapping Isaac’s arms from you waist and walked into the bathroom, trust your period to start at 12:39 am. Isaac opened his eyes when he realised that you were gone and he smelt the blood immediately. “(Y/N)!” He asked sitting up.

“It’s alright Isaac I’m in the bathroom.” You answered and he sat back against the headboard all of the pieces falling into place, the pain that you were in and the smell of blood.

When you walked back out of the bathroom Isaac was nowhere to be seen, you frowned and climbed into bed, a couple of minutes later you heard footsteps and Isaac walked around the side of the bed, he put the cup on the table beside you and tucked the hot water bottle under the over against your stomach. “Thank you.” You mumbled still sleepy.
“No problem sweetheart.” He smiled as he walked around the other side of the bed and laid down again wrapping you up in his arms after you took some painkillers, he made sure that the water bottle was still pressed to your stomach.
“You’re the best.” You mumbled.
“I’m only doing what I can to help” Isaac answered kissing the top of your head.
“Mmm.” You hummed eyelids drooping.
“Get some sleep we’ll talk in the morning okay?” He asked and you nodded falling asleep.

The next morning Isaac was one again and you rolled your eyes, he always seemed to disappear in the morning. When he came back he had a hot chocolate for you and more chocolate bars in a bag. “What do you feel like doing today beautiful?” He asked.
“Nothing.” You answered.
“Nothing it is.” He smiled settling back in the bed pulling you over to him.
“You’re always so warm.” You mumbled.
“Is that good?” He asked.
“It’s always good.” You smiled snuggling closer to him.
“Are you sure you want to do nothing?” Isaac asked.
“I don’t know.” You mumbled balling his shirt up in your hands and burying your head in his neck as he rubbed your arms.
“Let me know when you know.” He mumbled smiling when he heard you slurping some of the hot chocolate from the travel cup.

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A new start, part 6

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 2133

Warnings: Language and fluff =)

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

Once Chris had driven away, you finally went into the house.  Everything felt different.  Everything looked better.  You were past your crush and heavily into liking this man.  There was not so much fear anymore.  Getting to know him, the man he was, helped that.  He showed you how you should be treated whether as a friend or as something more.  Tonight had been wonderful and you felt like you were going to burst out of your skin with excitement.  There was no way you were going to be able to sleep at this point.  At least not until you got rid of some of the energy surging through your veins.  You turned up the music on your phone and took a shower first thing.  Singing at the top of your lungs and dancing in the shower stall.  The dance party continued for at least another thirty minutes in the bedroom after you had gotten your pajamas on.  

As your body started to tire out, you received a text message.  You looked at the clock and realized it was just after midnight, your heart started to beat wildly thinking something was wrong.  Running over to your phone, you saw it was from Chris.

You awake?  I can’t sleep.  

Sighing loudly you climbed into bed, giving yourself a few moments to let your heart rate return to normal.

Actually yes I am.  Your text just scared the shit out of me.

His return text was quick.

Sorry.  I know it’s late.  I just couldn’t sleep.  Honestly I am too hyped up from our date.

You read over the words several times before you responded.  It boggled your mind that he was feeling the exact same way you were right now.  

I am too.  I’ve been dancing around like a mad woman trying to get rid of some of this energy.

I debated going for a run but it’s late and I don’t need an ax murderer hacking me to death.  The headlines would suck.

You laughed aloud, shaking your head.  The man was insane.

Yeah it would be awful.  “Captain America can’t hack it”

LOL Wow that’s even worse. Really glad now I didn’t go.

Smiling, you settled back into bed.  As you thought about it, you did not have to be on set until the afternoon.  You had scenes with some of the supporting actors in the movie.  The scenes with Chris would not be until the day after.  They were fewer now that the movie was close to finishing.  Only two more weeks to go, then you would head home for a month before you were slated for your next filming.  Since you did not have to be up early, you made the choice, flipped through your contacts and hit send.  Chris picked up almost immediately.

“I wasn’t expecting a phone call.  Just thought we would text until one of us crashed.”  That damn voice of his made your stomach do a flip as soon as your heard it.

“I know.  But neither of us can sleep and I wanted to talk.  We can go back to texting if you want.”  In your mind, you were yelling ‘please say no, please say no!’

“No, no.  I’m glad to hear your voice.  Didn’t think I would get to talk to you till tomorrow.  Though I guess it is tomorrow now.”  You were sure you could hear a smile in his voice and it made your cheeks flame.  Just as always talking with Chris was easy and was effortless.  The pair of you getting to know each other in a different way. He asked questions he had always wanted to know, like your favorite book and what was your go-to snack.  Then when you asked, he told you all about his favorite pet as a child and how his sisters used to torment him when they were younger.  It was close to three in the morning by the time either of you realized it.  Chris said he wanted you to sleep even though he could keep talking to you for the rest of the night.  Begrudgingly you said goodnight, falling asleep not long after.

Hours later, you were woken by an annoying buzzing sound.  The fog in your brain slowly dissipating as the noise stopped then sounded again just moments later.  It was then you realized it was your phone vibrating on the bedside table.  Not bothering to look to see who it was you answered with a sleepy, “hello?”

“I have been trying to call you for an hour. Have you been sleeping this whole time?”  It was Chris and he sounded way too awake for going to bed so late.

“Yes, some of us require more than four hours of beauty sleep to function.  Why have you been calling me for an hour?”  You had not pried your eyes open yet.

“Wow so I get to tell you this?  That’s amazing.”

“Spit it out Evans.” The level of your patience was dwindling quickly.  Chris laughed in your ear.

“[Y/N] you were nominated for best actress for Deep dark corner.  They announced it this morning.”  Your end of the line went very quiet.  This had to be a dream, how was it possible for one, that you did not know the nominations were today and two… how the hell were you nominated?  “[Y/N]?  You better not have fallen back asleep on me.”

“No, no I’m here. Holy shit.  Am I dreaming?  Fuck. I’m awake.  Oh my God, Chris!”  Sitting up quickly in bed you covered your mouth as you screamed your excitement. He laughed on the other end of the phone as he listened to you.  Hearing your joy made him grin and it just added to his own excitement for the surprise he was now planning.  As you were trying to calm down your phone vibrated again with another call.  This time from your manager.  “Chris can I call you back?  My manager is calling and I know he had got to be freaking out too.”

“Of course.  Call me back when you can, if not I will probably see you on set later.”  Saying your goodbyes, you switched over to the other line.  Mike, your manager, was beyond excited.  He, too, had been trying to call you for hours.  In the time you were on the phone with him seven more texts and three phone calls came in.  Every person you knew wanted to say congratulations and give their love.  After talking to Mike, you called your mom who kept you on the phone for thirty minutes.  Every time you tried to say you had to go she kept talking.  Finally you just took the phone with you to the bathroom so you could pee, because she was going on about how proud she was and how she knew that movie was going to put you on the map.

Towards the end of the phone call, she finally slowed down to ask, “Who are you taking as your date to this thing?”  That question stopped you in your tracks.  It was not something you had thought about yet.  She mentioned something about taking your father or Jake. Chris popped into your mind but it was probably too soon to ask him something like that.  It was a huge deal, and maybe he was not ready to define whatever was going on between you.  As soon as you got off the phone with your mother, your favorite designer called. He was lesser known in the design world but you had bonded over pretty dresses one visit to New York.  Since then you used him more for your dresses and outfits than anyone else.  He called to ask what you wanted to look like and how he was going to send an assistant out this week to measure you, so that he could get started with the designs.

It took hours for you to finally call and text everyone back.  You had gotten a long shower and brushed your hair out before heading to the set.  As you walked up to your trailer, another text came through.  Even though you had taken the name out of your contact list, you recognized the number.  David texted to say ‘Congrats beautiful. You deserve it.’  You stared at the message for a moment then decided to not respond. He was no longer important and did not need an answer.  Opening your trailer door the scent of flowers hit you.  Walking up the entire interior was covered with hundreds of different colored roses.    Every bouquet was multicolored except one.  One solid white bouquet sat at your makeup chair.  There was a card sticking out with your name on it.

If I could have filled your house with roses I would have. I’m so proud of you. Congratulations [Y/N].  

~ C

Chris remembered from one conversations months ago that your favorite flower was a white rose.  How did he pull this together so quickly?!  You teared up as you gazed around the room. No one had ever done anything for you like this before.  He made you feel more special in the short time you had known him, than any other man had in the entire span of the relationship.  Wiping your eyes, you pulled your phone from your pocket.  As you started to dial there was a knock at your trailer door.  You opened it to find Chris standing there with the biggest grin on his face.  Not wasting a breath, you launched yourself into his arms hugging him tightly.

“Thank you so much.  I can’t believe you did that.  You are crazy.”  He laughed as he held you tight.

“I wanted to see you smile. But, this is better.  And yeah I know I am crazy, crazy about you.”  He did it again.  Your heart nearly exploded in your chest.  Pulling back to look at him you forgot what you were going to say. His blue eyes were staring down at you, causing everything inside you to do the opposite of what it was made to do. Chris’s smile disappeared as he started to look nervous with you looking up at him.  However, it was too late for you then, you wanted this.  Leaning up on your toes you pressed your lips softly to his. He was hesitant at first to return the kiss, but only for a second.  Soon his response matched your own as his hand held the back of your head lightly.  It was far better than the kisses you had on set. This was real.  This was not acting between you and it felt wonderful. Chris was the first to pull back, though it was reluctantly.    “That was… great.”

You nodded with a quiet giggle.  “It was better than great.  It was amazing.”  He still held you in his arms as he ran his thumb across your cheek.

“[Y/N] I want this with you. Just you and me.  I’m not seeing anyone else.  I don’t plan to.  You understand that?”  His sincerity blew you away.  He wanted to be just with you.  As much as it scared you, you needed that new start.  Just like your dad had said.  You wanted that new start with Chris.

“I think I understand. I guess that means you’re my boyfriend Christopher Evans.”  As much as you joked, you were just as serious as he was.  He laughed stealing another soft kiss.

“Damn right.”  

“So then you wouldn’t be upset if I asked you to escort me to the awards in a month?  I need a date and I’m pretty sure I want my boyfriend to enjoy that night with me.  Even when I don’t win.”  You could only hope now he would say yes.  That he would be willing to go public at that point with your relationship.

“[Y/N], I would do anything you wanted.  I would love to take you.  You sure you want the world to know about the dork you are dating?  And you are going to win.”  

“You sure you want the world to know the pain in the ass you are dating?”  Both of you smiled at the same time.

“Hell yes.  I’m proud of you, in case you didn’t get a chance to read the card.”  He kissed you again, this time it lingered far longer than the first one.  One of the set assistants finally had to break the two of you apart because you had to get ready for your scenes.  The poor woman had an awful blush at having to do so.  The rest of the day, you were walking on clouds.  Between your nomination and now having a defined status with Chris, you could not remember the last time you had been so happy.

Part 7

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Title: Taken – If It Can Bleed Part Four

Characters/Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader, Sam

Word Count: 1 920

Warnings: Mentions of blood and a dead body, Dean is angry

Series Summary: The reader is a genetically enhanced assassin who’s on the run from her creator, but what will happen when she get’s taken back to the bunker by Sam and Dean? Or falls for one of the Winchesters…

Author’s Note: Sorry I didn’t have a new part of this series out last week, I took a bit of a writing break, but here’s part four! If you want to be tagged in the following parts of this please send me an Ask or add yourself to This List. Feedback is always appreciated, and enjoy!

If It Can Bleed: Part One | Part Two | Part Three

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     Dean was angry. And hurt. And confused.

     You didn’t do him the injustice of slipping into his mind – you never had, not for either one of the boys. Even the first day you’d met them, when you were beaten and bloody, your accelerated healing inexplicably gone and two men holding you in an underground bunker, you still hadn’t invaded their thoughts. You’d always felt it was an abuse of power, especially on humans – or rather, humans that hadn’t had their lives stolen and their DNA magically altered. But you didn’t need that particular ability to read Dean’s emotions today. Not only could you see them flashing across his face in an unchecked vulnerability, you could smell them.

     The rage, the pain, the shock. They practically radiated from his body like a beacon of your betrayal and there was no way you could block your heightened senses, no matter how many times you’d tried since you woke up in that tiny metal cell all those years ago. This was who you were now – what you were now - whether you accepted it or not, and now Dean was burdened with the same knowledge you lived with every day.

     You were a monster.

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So this morning, I was running self checkout and this poor dude with a full fucking cart comes through and asks if I can check him out at a regular register. I don’t like leaving self checkout to go to a register, because if something happens or if someone needs help I won’t be there to fix things, but I also know that trying to check out with a cart packed full of food is literally hell. We weren’t very busy, though, so I figured I’d check him out at a register really quick.

So I’m halfway through the order, doing really well on time when Old Fruit Motherfuck fucking apparates at my register. He’s a regular, and rude as fuck, and feels entitled to be as crumudgenly as humanly possible because he’s o l d. Every day I am at self checkout he sneaks up behind me, says nothing and just waits for me to feel his creepy ass there. Always spooks the fuck out of me. And all he ever has to checkout is, like, a single package of blueberries. On a good day he says nothing and I ring him up and run his card for him, use his pin number I have memorized because he has me enter it for him and I tell him his balance on his card and send him on his way.

But on a day I can’t immediately help his old, rotting ass OH BOY he gets impatient, and will take it out on you because how dare you not be able to just drop everything and help him right the fuck then- or the fact you’re busy and there’s no self checkout registers open can only be because of YOU! And, of course, there I was, nowhere near done with checking out this poor guy with his full, full cart, and unable to split myself in two to serve Old Fruit Motherfuck. And he gives me the most passive aggressive look like “what the fuck is going on here?”

“I’ll be with you in a second, I just need to finish up this order” I told him as nicely as I could.

“A second, huh?” Old Fruit Motherfuck scoffs and I knew deep down in my veins that he was taking what I said literally and was literally giving me one second before he got on my case.

“I didn’t mean it like that sir” I assured him with a smile, “I’ll be with you in a moment.”

“Well it was a second a whole minute ago” Old Fruit Motherfuck insists, like this will instantly make things better.

“I’m sorry, I can’t check out two people at once, I’ll be with you as soon as I’m finished with this order” I apologise, trying my damnedest not to snap.

So I go back to finishing up the first guy’s order and the entire time I was doing this, Old Fruit Motherfuck is just bitching and moaning about how he wanted to know where our usual girl who works mornings was (she’s on vacation/ doesn’t work weekends, I do) and how he liked her better and I’m doing my best to explain that she wasn’t here today, and I was there in her place.

“Well, it’s been six minutes since one second” he suddenly brings up when I am mere moments away from finally getting to his rude ass. HE WAS STILL ON ABOUT THE FACT THAT I HAD SAID “ONE SECOND” AND DIDN’T LITERALLY MEAN ONE SECOND.

“I’m sorry, I meant I’d be with you shortly” at this point I’m struggling not to cry.

“So what’s the truth!?” Dude asks, and I struggle to find words other than repeating that I’d get to him as quickly as I could. But dude was dead set on giving me as much shit as he could that I didn’t finish scanning half a carts worth of groceries in a single solitary second. “Do you ever tell the truth!?”

Let’s keep in mind I don’t think I have ever shared more than ten words at a time with this guy, and suddenly I’m this infamous compulsive liar ruining this guy’s life. And at this point I just give the fuck up. I don’t respond to Old Fruit Motherfuck and handed the first guy his receipt, and then rang up the antagonistic fuck without another word. I wanted him gone.

What’s worse is that the guy I checked out first came back and apologized and I nearly burst into tears. After being berated so early in the morning and being presented with human kindness, I was hardly able to hold back a wave of unnecessary emotions.

So yeah… Hopefully something really nice happens to raise my spirits a little…

dontfeelsogood  asked:

I absolutely love that you put up with/ fill all my Viktuuri requests!! They are the light of my day :))) If you don't mind, please could I request another one where Yuuri wakes up sick one morning- feeling miserable and unable to keep last nights dinner down, but tries to power through and hide it, although he's quite obviously caught a horrid bug or something? :)) Cue caring/concerned Viktor when he notices something is wrong :))

I love writing your requests! Sorry that this took me so long to write!

“Aren’t you excited for today, Yuuri?” Victor asks, beaming at Yuuri.

Yuuri does his best to return the grin, ignoring the ominous churning of his stomach. “You’re going to do great!”

Today had not started off well for Yuuri. He’d woken up this morning only to be assaulted with a rush of intense nausea, followed by a mad dash to the bathroom so that he could throw up last night’s dinner into the toilet. Panting and shivering, Yuuri had puked until his stomach was completely empty and he was reduced to fruitless dry heaves.

He’s obviously sick; he wouldn’t be able to skate like this. But today, Yuuri doesn’t have to skate. Because-

He moans when he realizes that today is the first day of the Russian nationals, and he has to be out of the house in less than an hour to watch Victor skate. Despite his long career and outwardly chipper attitude, Yuuri can tell that he’s nervous about returning to competitive skating. He needs Yuuri there to support him. What kind of fiancé would let him down?

Determined, Yuuri grits his teeth before standing up and flushing the toilet. His stomach still burns and his throat is raw, but he squares his shoulders and rinses out his mouth and wipes his face. He can do this.

Fortunately, Victor is too distracted to notice that Yuuri doesn’t eat breakfast. He’s busy talking about his routine, making sure that everything is just perfect for his debut. Yuuri nods along, vaguely following the conversation. The drive to the competition rink is blessedly short; concentrating on the road makes his head throb painfully.

As soon as they arrive they’re accosted by Yakov, and Victor is torn away from him to go warm up. That’s good-Yuuri now has some time compose himself. He goes to the bathroom and splashes some water on his face, trying to look less pale and miserable.

Despite his best efforts to stay alert, Yuuri zones out while watching Victor warm up. He gives his fiancé a thumbs up and a cheerful smile every time he looks to him.

Finally, it’s almost time. Victor draws first to compete and laughs, “I feel like you, Yuuri!”

“Concentrate, Vitya!” Yakov roars. “It’s time!”

Victor skates as beautifully as ever, gliding effortlessly across the ice, but Yuuri can’t really enjoy watching him. The queasiness is back with vengeance, and he has to clap a hand over his mouth and breath slowly through his nose to retain control. He’s shivering-probably from the chill of the ice rink, unless he’s running a fever, which is entirely possible at this point-and each tremble further unsettles his already uneasy stomach.

Yuuri almost makes it to the end of the routine; a surge of hot bile coming up his throat forces him to sprint to a trash can before he upchucks all over himself. Between gags, Yuuri can hear the crowd cheering wildly for Victor. He wishes that he could tell his fiancé how proud he is, but instead he’s stuck here, retching uselessly into the garbage.

When he feels a gentle hand on the side of his face, Yuuri almost thinks that he’s imagining it. After all, Victor is at the kiss and cry, and the only other people he knows here-Yakov, Yuri, Mila, and Georgi-aren’t terribly big in the whole comforting department.

“Oh, my poor Yuuri,” Victor says sadly, stroking back his sweaty hair. “You’re burning up. Why didn’t you tell me that you were sick?”

“Vitya?” Yuuri croaks out, confused. “Why aren’t you at the kiss and cry?”

“I didn’t see you there, so I came looking for you,” Victor explains, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. “And I’m glad I did. You’re obviously not doing very well.”

“I’m fine,” Yuuri insists weakly. “You need to focus on your skating.”

“What I need is to get you home so I can take care of you,” Victor says, wrapping an arm securely around his shoulders. “You’re more important to me than any competition. Now let’s get out of here, da?”