🌟 June Fics 🌟

» all i wanna get is (a little bit closer) by Talinor

“‘Decent’?” Keith asked with a hint of incredulity. “You’ve seen me shoot before, Lance.”

“Yeah,” he said. “But I’ve also seen you dance.” He shot a smug grin at Keith. “No comment.”

» All My Reasons Why by tylerproposey

It starts off as an infatuation, nothing more than admiration for the entrancing blue eyed boy. 

» and when it’s over, I’m still awake by esbis

They relearn how to not be scared of love. They fall back into gentler, longer kisses: in the dark kitchen at midnight, dancing to a song they remember from high school; in the morning, as a thank you for being alive.

» Another Chance by sleapyGazelle

Lance is walking home alone late at night when he’s accosted by some not so lovely people. The night takes a turn for the better when his old crush arrives to help him out.

» As I Wait for the Sky to Fall by EnglishCivilWar 

Lance sighed deeply. Maybe, if he concentrated, he could expunge his mind of all troubles and cares by balling them up and blowing them into dust, and then their weight would be be gone forever, and he’d be light.


» Ascension by Gigapoodle

Four times where Lance feels insecure, and one time where Keith has had enough.

» Castle on the Hill by GamerAlexis

“I’ve, uh, never had a best friend before,” Keith confessed softly.

“I guess I’ll have to be your first!” Lance declared.

» feel your whisper across the sea by carmiros

You’ll hear the music fill the air, I’ll put a flower in your hair. Though the breezes through the trees move so pretty, you’re all I see.

» Fire in our Hearts by thearchangelofsass

There are shapes raining down from above him, and it takes Lance a second to realize that it’s them. It’s the lions, free falling from an unknown height, with their paladins following suit.

» hairway to heaven by paladarns

Keith hasn’t cut his hair in 3 years. Gayness ensues.

» hey, keith? by furrykeith

Lance vents his feelings to a sleeping Keith.

Or so he thinks.

» in your shoes by lydiamartin

The one where Keith and Lance live in different cities but swap bodies – and angry love notes – multiple times a week.

» Lions in cages by curl

Keith and Lance get captured and have somewhat of a heart to heart in a prison cell.

» Long Legs and Short Skirts by dontstudywritenovels

Lance really enjoys wearing skirts, but is afraid to let anyone on the team know

» Out of Everyone in the Room I Only Have Eyes for You by acrylic_gold

Despite the beautiful faces in the room, the blue paladin can only seem to focus on one thing.

» something i don’t know by TheBrokaryotes

In which Lance knows things about bees and math and thunderstorms, but he doesn’t really know that much about Keith.

» Sorry, Who Are You? by squirenonny

When Keith was seven years old, he spent a year in La Quinta with a boy named Lance, the best friend he ever had. Ten years later, Lance and Keith reunite at the Garrison–only Keith doesn’t remember who Lance is.

» Squeezing My Heart by morvish

5 times they kissed, and 1 time they talked about it.

» Stick with me by VulpesVulpes713

In which Lance makes the mistake of touching a plant he knows nothing about, resulting in a rather 'sticky’ situation for him and Keith.

» Take your fake wedding bouquet by princetins

Lance and Keith are friendly rivals in a street full of florists. To get ahead of their competiton, Keith proposes to Lance - a pretend-marriage to fuse their shops without suspicion. Lance agrees.

» we don’t like outsiders (in our corners of the world) by quinte

There’s nothing really that can comfort him but at least, he thinks, this feeling is new and warm and he can work with that.

» What We’re Missing by Stitchlips

Lance is feeling homesick on the Fourth of July. Keith finds him.

» you had me at merlot by ryomakun

Keith accidentally starts a YouTube channel. Lance, of course, refuses to be left out. It goes about as well as you’d expect.

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Cuddling Grayson would include

•Him playing with your hair

•Him, also playing with your fingers

•Sitting in his lap, and him nuzzling his head into your shoulder

•Little kisses everywhere

•Drawing shapes onto his chest

•Cuddling him if you/him were stressed

•Falling asleep in his arms

•Him falling asleep in yours, and snoring heavily onto your chest

•”Petting” his fluffy hair

•Booping his nose

•Filming him as he napped in your arms

•Literally cuddling all of the time, even in public

•Ethan always taking pictures of the both of you cuddling together

•Him kissing your hair

•Him, kissing your temples

“I love you baby”

•”I love you more Gray”

•Him being a fantastic cuddle buddy

Curly Curls

Imagine Dan curling Phil’s hair gently maneuvering his hands through his tangled black locks. Brushing his hands across Phil’s cheeks or cupping his cheek, obviously cutting it out the video later on. Phil staring into Dan’s eyes or glancing down at his lips the whole time. Both of the boys smiling to themselves or giggling.

Phil sitting on the couch next to Dan after recording chatting about things from their days. Phil’s head in Dan’s lap looking up at him, silently counting the number of freckles on his face. Dan running his fingers through Phil’s short curled hair subconsciously, while talking in hushed tones that only the two of them can hear.

Both boys laughing at Phil’s unnatural hair one last time before climbing into their shared bed together. Dan falling asleep first giving Phil the chance to wrap a few of Dan’s curls around his fingers and chuckling quietly to himself before falling asleep.

Imagine meeting your son. (Part A)

A/N: Ahhhh, Part 5A! You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, ‘She Said Yes’, ‘Miss Graduate’, ‘Something Blue’, ‘Something New’ - Masterlist; ‘Baby Steps’: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B/Part 4A/4B/4C/4D)

Chris sat in the bed with his outstretched legs crossed at the ankles and his back pressed against the headboard. It was 6:23AM; he and Dodger were meant to be leaving for their daily run in exactly seven minutes, but he was yet to get out of bed. He was watching you get some much needed sleep after an entire night of tossing and turning- a figurative expression as you were nine months pregnant. You’d been warned that the beginning and the end of a pregnancy were the worst, but nothing could’ve prepared you for the level of discomfort you were in. Braxton Hicks was an absolute bitch that Dr. McCullough repeatedly spoke to the two of you about; she knew you and she didn’t want Chris to make unnecessary trips to the hospital just because you had a contraction. Every time she saw you, she’d remind you that “not all contractions mean the baby is coming.” You tried to keep that in mind, but every time you had a contraction- that was your first thought and you’d start panicking.

It was pretty clear you weren’t mentally ready to go into labor and give birth even though you were sick of being pregnant. You were scared and it was understandable seeing as this was your first baby. How badly was it going to hurt? Were you going to poop on the table? What if there were complications while you were trying for a natural birth and had to have an emergency c-section? How badly was that going to hurt? What if something happened while you were in surgery and you died? What was going to happen to Chris? Then there was your worst fear of something happening to Jack because what were you going to do if you lost your first baby? How were you going to recover from that?

Chris knew how scared and worried you were about it all. Ever since the two of you returned from Sebastian and Ava’s wedding in New York and Emilia forced you to take your maternity leave, you’d only your pregnancy on your mind. That had its pros and cons because while you could prepare yourself for parenthood, you could also let your anxiety chew away at you. From the questions you’d asked yourself and Chris, it was clear it was chewing away pretty quickly. Chris was great though, he remained calm and reassuring. He even said all the right things: “I’m going to be there and I’m going to hold your hand, okay?”, “Nothing bad is going to happen, you are going to have a safe and uncomplicated birth.”, “I won’t lie, it will hurt. But at the end of all that pain, we’re going to have a baby boy and it’s going to be worth it.”, and “I’m still going to think you’re beautiful even if you poop on the table while giving birth.” That he saved for last because he knew it would make you laugh.

“Good morning,” Chris whispered gently, brushing your hair out of your face while you stirred from your restless sleep. You stretched as much as your body would allow, whining when dull aches stabbed at your lower back. “I know, sweetheart.” He sighed, soothingly running his hand up and down your arm. “It’ll be over soon, okay? It’s already the thirteenth and Jack’s supposedly due tomorrow, I’m sure it’s any day now.”

And that was the other reason Chris wasn’t getting ready for his run; he was scared you’d go into labor while he was out, even if it was just for half an hour. As the date got closer, he got more paranoid about leaving you alone. You were playing it cool because you didn’t want him to lose too much of his daily routines, but he knew you. It was kind of a no-brainer, you’ve had panic attacks about less. You would definitely have a panic attack if your water broke while he wasn’t around, even if you were already at the hospital with Dr. McCullough.

“What time is it?” You changed the subject because you didn’t want to think about giving birth right now; your chest tightened at the thought of it. You caught sight of the hands on the clock before Chris could answer you. “Why are you-” You were cut off by a sudden contraction; you adjusted your position and breathed through it like every other one you’d had so far thanks to Braxton Hicks.

“Should I be timing these?”

“No,” you shook your head. “They’re irregular, it’s not- no, they’re just Braxton Hicks contractions. It’s nothing to worry about.” You told him, but you were addressing yourself more. You didn’t want to go into labor yet, you were not ready. Jack was due tomorrow, you’d be ready tomorrow. “Why are you still in bed?” You asked then looked over the edge of your side of the bed; Dodger was no longer sleeping on the floor. “Dodger’s probably downstairs waiting for you.”

“He is,” Chris nodded.

“So go for your run,” you told him.

“I don’t really feel like it today,” he lied.

“I’m not going into labor until tomorrow.”

“No no no,” he corrected you with a chuckle. “You’re not due until tomorrow, but you can go into labor at any time.” You rolled your eyes, forcing yourself to breath as you ignored the uncomfortable feeling your anxiety was leaving in the back of your throat. “It’s not a big deal, we’ll just skip it today. The ground’s wet anyway.”

“Just because I’m due tomorrow doesn’t mean I’ll have the baby tomorrow, you can’t change daily routines to accommodate my pregnancy. And you sure as hell can’t be by my side twenty-four-seven,” you told him and he smirked. “Chris,” you laughed at his ‘wanna bet?’ face. “Go for your run,” you urged and he sighed. “I’m just going back to sleep, nothing exciting is going to happen. Jack knows how much I like things going according to plan,” you rested your hand on your belly. “He won’t be out today.”

“Fine,” he said after a long pause. “My phone will be with me, so you can me if you need anything.” You nodded and he leaned over to kiss your forehead. “I’ll be back in half an hour, forty minutes tops.” You nodded again, yawning as you closed your eyes. “Okay?” You nodded again, snuggling your pillow. “You’ll call if-”

“Oh my God,” your eyes opened and you laughed. “Yes, I’m going to call you if I need anything and you’re going to be back in half an hour, forty minutes tops.” He chuckled, getting out of bed. “Just go, I’m going to be fine. Don’t Geminis hate clingy people?”

“They don’t hate clingy people, they just like personal freedom.” He answered your rhetorical question as he walked over to the dresser to get a change of clothes; you laughed. “You know, if we’re bringing star signs into the conversation- aren’t Virgos secretly attention seeking?”

“I don’t think I’m ever secretive when it comes to wanting attention,” you quipped and it was his turn to laugh. “And I’m also not secretive when it comes to wanting to sleep, so if you’d just go for your run so I can have some peace and quite- that’d be lovely.” He rolled his eyes and entered the bathroom, closing the door behind him. “Thank you,” you called.

“You’re welcome,” he sang back, referencing Dwayne Johnson’s song in ‘Moana’ which the two of you watched again yesterday night. You giggled then dozed off, listening as he continued to sing to himself behind the closed door.

Chris brushed his teeth and changed then exited the bathroom, smiling when he saw you’d fallen asleep. He checked on you again before he took his leave, gently kissing your forehead. He then grabbed his phone, EarPods, and arm band, and slid his phone into the case as he made his way downstairs. Dodger was already waiting by the door, looking up at his leash. He allowed Dodger to drink some water before he leashed him in preparation for their run, drinking a glass of water himself. As they were making their way out of the house and towards the road, Dodger abruptly stopped which jerked Chris to a stop too.

“What’s wrong, pal?” Chris asked. Dodger glanced back at the house then yanked his leash out of Chris’ grip, sprinting back in the direction they’d come. Chris ran after him, “Dodger! Dodger, what are you-” Before he could finish his sentence, he remembered that dogs had a sixth sense about things. “Y/N!” He sped up, scrambling his keys from his back pocket. “Move!” He instructed Dodger who had been scratching at the door and fumbled with the lock. “Babe, I’m coming!” He successfully unlocked the door and ran inside. Dodger bolted up the stairs with Chris right on his tail. When they came to the bedroom, you were wide awake and on your feet with tears in your eyes. “Hey,” Chris rushed to your side, taking your hands in his. “What is it?”

“C-Chris, my w-water broke.”

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well I’m a first time dad what did you expect

pairing:  klance
genre:  fluff ???? smth like that. domestic shit.
word count:  1765

right so I saw this post by @lancemccute and I decided to have some fun

Keith remembers the circumstances that led to them adopting Daniella.

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Let’s be real.
I think the cats are incredibly important for Andrew. Maybe not because he’s emotionally too invested with them, but for his recovery.

Andrew reacts violently if you wake him up with touches. That’s a fact. And all of us know why that’s the case. Because sleeping means you can’t defend yourself and we all know why that is an issue. He was woken up many times when he was a child and the worst nightmares and demons and traumas were the result of that.

Andrew can’t go to bed before Neil. Nora states specifically that he they go to bed at the same time or that Andrew goes to bed later. We know why that is, as well. Because you’re being vulnerable and helpless and when the mattress shifts, that means someone else is there and again, we know which memories that triggers in Andrew.

And now he has cats. Cats just jumping onto the bed. Cats waking you up by laying down on top of you. Cats making noise, cats attacking you out of nowhere. It’s gonna be a constant challenge, but there will be a time Sir or King jumps onto him and he doesn’t jerk awake and tense and almost shiver. There will be a time when his heart doesn’t start racing twice the speed anymore.

There will be a time one of the cats jumps onto him and he’ll sleep on in peace.

Going to the Warehouse with the twins would include

Originally posted by grethan-is-kinda-real

•Them Teaching you how to backflip into the foam pit

•Doing weird tricks on the trampoline together


•Ziplining into the foam pit

•Filming a bunch of videos together

•Bunch of snaps of all of you doing weird shit

•”Look at this cutie in her helmet on my skateboard!”

•Joking about literally everything together

•Doing literally every challenge under the sun

•Having a really deep conversation with both of them

•Constantly making sure they didn’t get hurt or die

•Chilling on the couch watching movies together

•Breaking the sign by accident

•Falling into the foam pit

•Ethan losing his phone in the pit

•Making up weird raps together

•Dance battles

•Rap battles

•Jam session with grays piano and Ethans drums

•Trying to teach them how to do gymnastic and them failing every single step of the way

•Having a blast in the cool ass warehouse they have

My dear @timisaliar prompted me with “I am not jealous” for Kala and Wolfie. Thank you so much, I really wanted to write something today and writing this fic has been a great fun :) I hope you like it and forgive me if there are some grammar mistakes XD

This fic is set in a Whisperless future. Kala and Wolfie have moved to Paris, but they have decided to go to Berlin for a few days to visit Felix. 


Wolfgang and Felix loved going clubbing. Kala was quite familiar with Berlin nightlife, having experienced several nights out through Wolfgang, but it wasn’t exactly her kind of fun: she preferred going to the movies or going to a bar to grab a drink rather than spending the whole night dancing and sweating in a room full of unknown people that were sweating even more than her, but she knew that it was the natural habitat of Wolfgang and his best friend, so she didn’t protest when Felix suggested going to a club that night.
She had met Felix in London right after they had rescued Wolfgang, but she hadn’t had the chance to talk to him and get to know him (even if she knew him as deeply as Wolfgang did) properly and she wanted to make an impression on him, so being the boring girlfriend who doesn’t want to go clubbing was not at option.
She came out of the bathroom, wearing a brand new red dress, exclaiming: “Guys, I’m ready! Where are we going?”.
“Oh, you’ll see. We’re going to the best clubs in Berlin”, Felix answered right away.
Clubs? As in more than one club? Kala muttered an “Oh, that’s great!” and added a not-so-convincing smile.
Wolfgang finally came out of his room and a smile appeared on his face as soon as he saw Kala (everything looked good on her, but red was definitely her color), he wrapped his arm around her waist and gently pulled her closer to him. “Ready to go?”.

They went to several clubs, Kala lost the count. Were they three of four? Also, the various gin and tonics she had didn’t help her to remember. She was having fun, much more than she had expected. Everything was fun with Wolfgang and Felix. She danced with both of them until her feet hurt, laughing all the time. Seeing them on the dance floor, showing off their moves made her giggle like a little girl. And seeing Wolfgang so happy was the best thing of all. She shared his happiness: he was with his family (the family he has chosen for himself), finally free, with no worries and burdens consuming him.

They had just arrived in the fourth (or fifth?) club and Kala and Felix were ordering some drinks at the counter when they saw a girl waving at Wolfgang and walking towards him. Kala turned her eyes to Felix and gazed at him with a quizzical look. Felix made a nervous laugh. “That’s Agnes. Wolfgang used to date her”, he finally said. “But like ages ago”, he added. Kala took at look at them: they had started talking.
(“You’re jealous of that slut? Seriously? She looks insignificant, like any other girl in this club”, she heard Lito’s voice in her head).

Kala had never thought of herself as a jealous person. But she started considering that maybe she had never been jealous because there wasn’t anyone to be jealous at? She didn’t love Rajan, therefore she had never been jealous at him.
She felt incredibly stupid. Of course she knew that Wolfgang was a lot more experienced than her in that field, so it was obvious that he must have had a lot of girlfriends. She also knew that his past relationships were not serious, so there was no reason to be jealous at all. But she was. She wasn’t just a bit jealous, she was helplessly jealous. And Wolfgang could feel it - that was the disadvantage of being a sensate.

A couple of minutes - that felt like hours for Kala - later, Wolfgang made his way through the crowds of people in the club and reached Kala and Felix at the counter. Felix, who had sensed the tension between the two of them (the look on Kala’s face when she saw Agnes approaching Wolfgang spoke louder than any word), grabbed his drink and went straight to the center of the dance floor, leaving the two of them alone.

Wolfgang made a small grin and started scratching his head with a hand - a thing he did when he didn’t know how to find the right words to say. “So, Felix told you about Agnes?”, he asked, already knowing the answer.
“Yes, but I’m not jealous. I’m not that type of annoying girlfriend who gets jealous every time her boyfriend talks with an ex-girlfriend, or with a girl in general. I’m not like that”, she babbled - babbling was her coping mechanism. She was lying and she didn’t even know why, since Wolfgang could literally read her thoughts.
Wolfgang laughed and his laughter eased the tension, Kala couldn’t help but smile, realizing how absurd that situation was. “Okay, let’s say that I believe you”, Wolfgang said, “But really, there’s no one to be jealous of. You can enter inside my head anytime you want, and you know you’ll find no one else but you”, he added. She gave him a soft kiss before leading him once again on the floor.

It was 5 a.m. when they came back to Felix’s flat. Kala and Wolfgang collapsed on the bed without even undressing. Kala moved closer to Wolfgang and rested his head on his shoulder.
“Can I tell you something?”, Wolfgang asked.
“You look very sexy when you’re jealous”, he said with a mischievous smirk on his face.
“Wolfgang, I was not jeal-“, she argued, but he stopped her before she could even finish her sentence and kissed her, softly at first and then more and more passionately.
Kala realized once again that there was nothing to be jealous of.

Title: Twenty Four / Seven

Author: park_eunhuii

Status: Complete

Rating: NC-17

Length: chaptered (47k)

Genre: au, romance, slight!angst, blind!chanyeol, teacher/student relationship 

Summary: Baekhyun made a bad first impression. He wanted to fix that mistake, and get on Mr. Park’s nice list. He never thought things would go this far.

Admin Shiba: this is one of my favorite fics. It’s sooo, so beautiful. Also, chanyeol is sooo hot and manly in this it really made me swoon


Is this a good kiss?

no reason why they’re kissing I just want to write about a kiss
This is bad and I haven’t read it over and there are no italics and shit bc I’m writing this on my phone lol

I had never kissed anyone before. I didn’t know how you were meant to do it. I didn’t understand the whole concept of the tongue thing, I didn’t know where your teeth were meant to go or the angle to turn your head. But when Simon Snow leaned forward to kiss me in the deep of that night, fireflies watching us, I didn’t hesitate. I dipped my head to the side and parted my lips, eyes fluttering closed. My hands drifted to his neck and my tongue found it’s way into his mouth. I felt his breath against my face (hot and obsessive) and his spit was in my mouth (hot and sloppy). My hands wrapped around his neck and my teeth were just fine. They knew exactly how to nibble at the boy’s freckled lips. Hard enough for him to feel it but not too hard for it to hurt him. He was so warm. I was so cold.

I was kissing Simon Snow. But in that moment it felt like we were one entity, a being filled with mouths and tongues, freckles and eyelashes, hot breath and
fingers in hair. Simon Snow was mine to touch and hold and have in that moment and I was going to get as much of him as I fucking could.

Alec sits up on the bed. It’s still dark outside. He checks the clock; 5:00 a.m. When he is about to get out of the bed, two arms wrap around his waist from behind. “Don’t go.” Magnus mumbles. Magnus’ hair tickles his back. Alec peppers Magnus’ face with kisses. Magnus scrunches his face and titters. Magnus lets Alec go and buries his face in Alec’s pillow. Alec gets ready for work and glances through Magnus’ schedule note on the wall. “Magnus, you have three clients today.” Magnus makes incoherent noise. Alec laughs and runs his fingers through Magnus’ hair. “I’ll see you later.” Alec kisses Magnus on the head before he leaves.

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You smoothed your hands over the alabaster silk of the bodice taut around the tightly-laced corset which constricted your ribs. The scars which foretold of your wounds, jagged across your torso, were irritated by the rigid boning and the matching mark across the back of your hand caught your eyes. Turning it over to examine the blemish in the middle of your palm left by Azog’s sword, you forgot the discomfort of your attire.

“Dear?” Dis’ voice drew you back to the stone chamber; bigger than the one you had languished in during your recovery, this one lavishly decorated with silken canopy and finely woven tapestry, “Are you well?”

“Fine,” You lowered your hand evasively and turned to her, keeping your skirts from brushing against the sooty hearth, “Just…anxious,” You reached up and scratched your neck as you avoided her gaze, “Is all this really necessary?”

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Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs
Pairing: Dazai Osamu & Nakahara Chuuya
Rating: Gen. 
Warnings: None

Summary:  Dazai’s always there to bring him back, and there in the days after, too, when Chuuya needs him just a little more.

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Entry for @soukokuweek 2017, Day Two - “That’s what being a partner means, right?” 

The apartment is still, almost too quiet for the middle of a weekday. Dazai has kicked everyone out – all the visitors and well-wishers, every person with curious, prying eyes and pressing questions, too. The only person he hasn’t is Kouyou, but there’s no kicking Kouyou out of anywhere and she’s left on her own already; she simply knows when space is needed.

And Dazai needs it, badly.

He leaves the living room, littered with cards and slowly browning flowers, bags of get well soon gifts and other bullshit that’ll probably end up in the trash, to head tiredly to the kitchen. There’s scotch in the cabinet with his name on it, fresh ice in the freezer and he pulls out a glass and fills it full with both. He sighs as he does, long, drawn out, too weary for someone that hasn’t cleared seventeen yet and while he’s got his mind on Kouyou and how maybe, perhaps, he could have done with her in his space after all right now, she likely wouldn’t approve of his methods of coping.

Regardless of his ill-timed regrets, he’s got his scotch, anyway, and the burn of it down his throat when he tosses it back is welcome. Dazai hasn’t been able to feel much of anything but a general, encompassing numbness since that night, and as feeling slowly ebbs on in, he can’t help the desire to chase it all away again with more burning alcohol, and feel a little less human than his mind and body are trying to make him.  

It’s not the first time that they’ve done this, but each time he has hopes it’s the last time, as unlikely as that is. They still don’t have a decent handle on Corruption – no clue how long Chuuya can actually last while in it, no real idea what it even is, though Dazai has some guesses and none of them are particularly pleasant. It doesn’t really matter they’re inexperienced with the whole thing, and the fact that they can’t safely toy around with it is part of the reason Chuuya’s knocked out in his bedroom, pumped full of painkillers, practically dead to the world.

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that boy has my heart in a silver cage - lazulisong - Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov
Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Victor Nikiforov, Yuri Plisetsky, Makkachin (Yuri!!! on Ice), Yakov Feltsman
Additional Tags: Sugar Daddy, sugar daddy yuri, i did this to myself, I hate everybody in this bar, NOT TWINSAFE
Series: Part 17 of yuri!!! on ice

When Victor Nikiforov is asked to make nice to the heir of the Katsuki Hospitality Group, he has no idea what he’s getting into. The thing is? He doesn’t care.

Morning reblorghle! I feel like there’s typos but I also feel like my neighbors were in the backyard til 2 am getting trashed so fuck it, if you see something terrible dm me. Also thank you very much for the kind words about Oliver. Like, I was Team Immortal Terrorbeast Makkachin before but lmao tattoo it on my heart now

From Me to You

My Hero Academia


Word Count: 1047

Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

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To be honest, Bakugou had done this on a whim. Pass a note to Kirishima planning to confess to him, that is.

Not to say he hadn’t thought about doing it previously, because he definitely had. As rough and tough as Bakugou was, he could never quite find the right moment, or words, or courage to actually make the attempt.

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[Submission] Title: Protector

Author: coffeeortea

Length: Chaptered

Status: Complete

Rating: pg-13

Genre: romance, comedy, fluff, angst, supernatural, au

Summary: Baekhyun goes to Gi-Hyeon Academy but doesn’t have a nova. What happens when he stumbles across Park Chanyeol, cold hearted prince with a fire nova? “What you need is a protector.”

Reason for submitting: This is a fanfic I’m writing at the moment and I wanted to share with the baekyeol community :)

Admin Shiba: ahh i’ve been craving mama aus, and i really enjoyed this one. thank you @ex-act03 for subbing <3


Spinning World - spilled_notes - Holby City [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Serena owns by far the most comfortable sofa Bernie has ever had the pleasure of sitting on. Which, of course, only serves to increase the likelihood of her falling asleep on it. Not that she’s the only one…