get ready cause here we come

All of Rey’s lines from Battlefront II (Kylo’s is here). Unlike the alpha version, this was voiced by Daisy Ridley and has some newer lines. What stood out to me is that she addresses Kylo directly:

It’s him. Kylo Ren.
Kylo Ren. He’s coming. 
He’s twisted. I feel his rage. It’s like a knife.
He’s powerful and full of hate!
That armor… that mask!

Kylo Ren.
Quit chasing me, I have nothing to give you!
I can beat you! I will!
You think you’re Vader’s legacy—you’re just a shadow!

She has a lot more lines directed towards enemies but in the game you can have Rey fight against Vader, Grievous, Maul and others so I’m not sure about their context just yet. 

I transcribed all of them under the cut. Daisy saying “I hate waiting…” was particularly heartbreaking :(

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All Or Nothing - Part 2 - If I’m Lucky - Smut

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 5,847
AN: Okay! Here it is! Finally! Sorry for the long wait, this was just not coming to me as well as I wanted it to. This is the final part. Special giant thanks to @writing-obrien and @sarcasticallystilinski for their input and encouragement!

There’s a couple songs in this, here are the links for them
Cold Coffee by Ed Sheeran
If I’m Lucky by State Champs
Dancing With A Wolf by All Time Low (This isn’t really in here but I imagine this being the song that’s played when the fic ends, plus it’s where the bands name comes from!)


You woke up wrapped in blankets, your body pressed against Stiles, his arms holding you close to his chest. You opened your eyes to peer up at him, sighing internally at how peaceful and handsome he looked when he was sleeping. You closed your eyes, snuggling back into him, not quite ready to deal with the aftermath of what you’d done, trying to stay in the bubble of happiness a little longer.

His arms moved to pull you closer, his chest rising and falling with every breath. “You awake?” He whispered, causing you to sigh.

“Yeah.” You shifted away so you could see him better, your heart thumping at the look he was giving you, half asleep and smiling.

“Mm.” He leaned down, his lips meeting yours softly. “I’m surprised you’re still here. I was afraid you might run off in the middle of the night.”

You chuckled. “It crossed my mind.” You moved off of him, settling beside him and pulling the blankets up around you.

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Pairing: Minghao (The8) x Reader
Genre: fluff, enemies-to-lovers
Word count: 2.9k
Drabble prompts:
188. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but your face is getting really close to mine.”
193. “I just kissed your forehead, chill.”
173. “Why is your heart beating so fast?”
Requested by: anon; I hope you don’t mind that this ended up the way it did?

Originally posted by rappershua

As much as you loved your friends, thirteen boys could be a bit much at times. Especially boys who seemed to become exceptionally loud and rambunctious whenever they were in each other’s company.

“Do you reckon they’d notice if I snuck off to have a nap?” Jeonghan yawned, turning to look at you.
“Probably,” you snorted, “but aren’t they used to that by now.”
“Well, they’re used to it, but they don’t really like it when I do it,” he chuckled, “apparently it’s bad etiquette.”
“Jeonghan, it is bad etiquette,” you smiled, shaking your head at him. You’d been friends with Jeonghan for a while now, and you’d grown accustomed to his antics (or rather, his lack thereof). You were never all that bothered by his languid habits, but you could understand where his friends were coming from. If everyone was hanging out, having a good time, going off to have a nap is kind of rude.
“But I’m tired,” he whined.
“You’re always tired.”
“Exactly, Y/N! I need to sleep!”
“All you do is sleep.”
“And yet, it’s still not enough.”
“You don’t need a nap, Jeonghan.”
“I don’t appreciate your attitude.”
You looked straight at him, raising an eyebrow at him.
He grinned back at you, shoving your shoulder gently. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
“You better be,” you muttered, but you were still smiling.

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Hat Trick- Auston Matthews

Originally posted by phillymyers

Ok so hockey has surprised me this weekend and I’m living! Until Wednesday… anyway! Enjoy guys!

Warning: none

Anon Request: hi!! i love love love your writing💓 can you do an auston matthews imagine where you guys like each other but aren’t dating and neither of you know the other likes each other until you’re at a game or something and a player/whoever tries to flirt with you and auston gets really jealous and realizes he actually really likes you?? tyy!!


              “Will you introduce me to Connor McDavid?” you asked Auston as you walked into the ACC with him and Mitch.

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some triggers are present including: gore, blood, murder, suicide, animal abuse mentions, etc.

❛ People don’t leave their dogs out alone anymore. ❜
❛ If you don’t like your ideas, stop having them. ❜
❛ This is your idea. ❜
❛ Suicide is like… the ultimate fuck you. ❜
❛ Umm, I don’t think of you that way. ❜
❛ Do you think I want to go back to being nobody?  ❜
❛ You’re fucked! ❜
❛ I am… disturbed, wasn’t I?  ❜
❛ You’re a big help. As usual. ❜
❛ Don’t give her/him the satisfaction! ❜
❛ For once someone shouldn’t give that fucker the satisfaction! ❜
❛ You can’t do this alone. ❜
❛ I told you to get off me! ❜
❛ I didn’t betray you. ❜
❛ You locked me up! ❜
❛ A girl can only be a slut, a bitch, a tease, or the virgin next door. ❜
❛ Are you sure it’s just cramps? ❜
❛ Just so you know… the words “just” and “cramps”, they don’t go together. ❜
❛ You wrecked everything for me that isn’t about you. ❜
❛ I know you are. But what am I? ❜
❛ If I wasn’t here, would you eat her/him? ❜
❛ You swore we’d go together, one way or another. ❜
❛ I was just wondering what you hit. ❜
❛ Well, officer, looked like a lycanthrope to me, sir. ❜
❛ I know what a lycanthrope is. ❜
❛ Think you see werewolves a lot? ❜
❛ Out by sixteen or dead on the scene, but together forever. ❜
❛ United against life as we know it. ❜
❛ C'mon! Together forever. ❜
❛ Wrists are for girls. I’m slitting my throat. ❜
❛ I’m not dying in this room with you! ❜
❛ You know, we’re almost not even related anymore. ❜
❛ You know every move… right on the fucking dot.  ❜
❛ It’s like touching yourself.  ❜
❛ I’m a goddamn force of nature. ❜
❛ I feel like I could do just about anything. ❜
❛ Look, worst-case scenario, you put him/her out of her misery. ❜
❛ Don’t ever touch my sister/brother again. ❜
❛ Just as long as you’re prepared for that. ❜
❛ Why don’t you guys get the fuck out of my van, assholes! ❜
❛ I’m serious get out! I mean it! Get out! ❜
❛ See? I’m up to some whack shit right now. ❜
❛ Now what am I supposed to do about that, huh? ❜
❛ I’m way out on the corner of Fucked-Up and Evil. ❜
❛ Hurting me won’t help. ❜
❛ I can’t be like this! ❜
❛ The only thing that helps is to tear living things to pieces. ❜
❛ You guys going to the greenhouse bash tonight? ❜
❛ I’m in charge of the prizes. ❜
❛ Why don’t they just catch that thing? ❜
❛ How hard could it be in a place full of dead ends? ❜
❛ Well, maybe I like my edge. Thanks. ❜
❛ You know you can ask me anything. ❜
❛ You’re so dead. ❜
❛ Get the fuck outta the bathroom! I’m trying to get ready! ❜
❛ Unless you wanted to piss me off! ❜
❛ Hey, why don’t you get your slut-bitch sister a leash. ❜
❛ Don’t we need protection? ❜
❛ Stop! Wait a second. ❜
❛ Oh, fuck me. ❜
❛ You got a boy/grilfriend or something? ❜
❛ Are you on drugs, like right now? I’m in class here. ❜
❛ Yeah, excuse me for giving a shit. ❜
❛ I’ll come see you later, ok? ❜
❛ I said I’d die for you! ❜
❛ You said you’d die with me. ❜
❛ You said you’d die with me. Cause you had nothing better to do. ❜
❛ Come and get some candy! ❜
❛ Could you just say something please? ❜
❛ Whoa? That’s it? ‘Whoa’? ❜
❛ Well thank you for taking my total fucking nightmare so seriously! ❜
❛ You always blow off anything that you don’t get. ❜
❛ I’m officially all fucked up, right? ❜
❛ Well, that would explain the human circumcised dick… ❜
❛ Just say you won’t go average on me. ❜
❛ Oh my god… Do you think it’s cramps? ❜
❛ Give it a rest… for two seconds? ❜
❛ A thick, syrupy, voluminous discharge is not uncommon. ❜
❛ They’re just being normal teenage girls/boys. ❜
❛ You play with your new friends and I’ll play with mine. ❜
❛ You’re real. Your problem is real. The solution is real. ❜
❛ If you give up now you leave me alone, I would never do that to you! ❜
❛ Wish these were babies legs. ❜
❛ I’ve just spent a week of my life looking for you, if you could just give me a sec. ❜
❛ Favorite homework excuse: My nail glitter ate it. ❜
❛ You wanna know what I did for fun last night, huh? I killed my own freakin’ dog. ❜
❛ I get this ache… And I, I thought it was for sex, but it’s to tear everything to fucking pieces. ❜

What we know so far about bts’ new song/comeback: 

 - its “crazy” and “so good”

 - when we hear it we will say “Jin?? Jin!!" 

 - the best comeback/song yet according to people who worked on it 

 - will catch the attention of not only the fans but the general public as well 

- namjoon himself just said “there are so many people who will listen to our album after it comes out”

- its called either “Spring days” or “Not today” its both probably

 there might be more but just this info is making me hyperventilate already idk how we will even survive

I like you. Like a-fucking-lot.

request: Hi I was wondering could you do a young Sirius X reader or Remus X reader where Sirius/Remus walks in on the reader getting dressed and they weren’t previously dating but both secretly have a thing for the other and the reader is just there in like bra and under or completely naked up or however up to you and Sirius/Remus just stares for longer than necessary and (if you write smut) then some smut happens :) …(also sorry if I’ve already sent this in I have terrible memory) 

not going to lie, I’m not the best at smut but ill try to make it super sexy but id rather not attempt it right now I’m sorry but hope you like it!! 

I very deeply try to make all of my imagines gender neutral but this one was very hard to do so I’m sorry!!!

“I’ll meet you and the rest of the girls downstairs. I just have to get this last part of homework done. It’ll be quick I promise.” You called out to Lily as her hand was on the doorknob. 

“Okay, but don’t take too long.” She stated, winking at you playfully. You rolled your eyes and laughed, glancing down at your last question. 

You put your quill sideways in your mouth and raised and eyebrow at the picture. Labeling the parts of a Bowtruckle was a lot more difficult than you expected. After glancing back and forth from your textbook and page, you successfully labelled everything and pushed your parchment and books to the end of your bed. 

You picked up your outfit from the top of your trunk and placed it neatly onto your bed before taking off your shirt, leaving you in your shorts and bra. 

“Hey (Y/N)-” You heard suddenly, causing you to whip around towards the door. Remus stood there, his cheeks utterly red and eyes wide. “I-I-uh.” He stuttered as he stared directly towards your chest. You grabbed the shirt from your bed and covered yourself up with it.

“Yes Remus?” You asked, your voice high with embarrassment. You quickly turned around and put on your sweater, opting to put your bra on after he left. Although, some part of you wished he wouldn’t leave. You had liked Remus for a while now, everyone know you did except for Remus. Or maybe he did and just wasn’t expressing it but you wouldn’t know. 

You turned around as your sweater fell slightly off your should and you tucked your hair behind your ear.

“Fucking hell.” He said. “You’re beautiful.” A small smile appeared on your face and you walked slowly towards him as he did the same to you. 

“Can I do this?” You asked, not specifying what you were to do but somehow he knew anyway. He nodded, gazing into your eyes and you both pulled in.

It was slow and sweet at first but soon picked up speed. Your hand ran through his hair furiously and his hands ran over every part and curve of your body. It seemed almost fluidly that he picked you up and your legs wrapped around his torso as your lips were still locked together. He made his way to your bed and placed you down on it on your back. He pushed everything off your bed, luckily your ink was closed in a bottle, and climbed on top of you. 

You both were breathing heavily and he brought his lips to yours, soon making their way down to your neck, sucking slightly on your skin. That’ll leave a mark no doubt. His kisses trailed their way towards your exposed shoulder and back to your cleavage. You lifted your body up in hopes of connecting your lips yet again and managed to change positions so you were on top of him. 

His eyes met yours and you both smiled slightly before your continued kissing. Now it was your turn to allow your lips to connect to whatever open skin you could on him. Your hands laid themselves on his torso and you started sucking the skin lightly on his neck and heard him groan lowly. 

“That was so fucking hot.” You murmured against his skin. You felt his skin vibrate indicating that he laughed and you pulled away and ran your hand through your hair, breathing heavily. You looked at his neck and noticed a large bruise already and smirked. 

You sat on top of his lap and faced him and he lifted his body up, allowing his hands to run up your back under your sweater. “I like you. Like a-fucking-lot.”

“I like you too. A lot.” You answered, your hands on his neck. 

“We should head out before everyone gets nosy and comes up here.” He stated, causing you to laugh. You began to climb off his lap before he pulled you closer. “Just one more.” And he pulled you in for a deep kiss. You smiled and kissed him back. 

After pulling apart, you hopped down from your bed and turned towards him. “Now turn around so I can get ready. Lily’s probably furious.” He laughed and turned around and you quickly got ready. “Done.” 

He stood up for your bed and walked towards you and you placed down at the love bite you gave him. “Sorry about that.” He walked towards the nearest mirror and groaned playfully while laughing. 

“I’m never going to hear the end of it from the lads.” Remus answered. “But I love it.” 

You smiled and walked out of your room, as he followed you and you both made your way down the stairs. 

“Wow Remus, need a hairbrush and a little coverup?” You heard Peter call out as James cat-whistled loudly. You rolled your eyes and you walked towards Lily and Dorcas and they looked happily surprised. 

“Shut it for now and I’ll talk about it at the Three Broomsticks.” You declared before they could say anything and you pushed them to start walking in front of you. 

You turned around one last time and sent Remus a wink as he smirked at you. 

i hope you liked it!! sorry about not adding smut I’m not the best at it and i really didn’t want to mess it up!! xxxxx

Intertwined- Prinxiety Fanfiction

A short attempt at Prinxiety fluff cause I love the idea of Anxiety in a tux. Constructive criticism/feedback is greatly appreciated. Enjoy! Also posted on my AO3 account of the same name.

“Love, are you almost ready?” Prince called through the door “if you take any longer were going to be more than fashionably late.”
“Don’t sass me, Roman, you didn’t tell me how long it would take to get this damn thing on!” Anxiety snapped.
Prince sighed and leaned against the door. “I could always help you, you know?” He smirked.
“We both know that if I let you in here the clothes will be coming off instead of on,” Anxiety countered. Roman blushed and stood up straight. He didn’t reply, just picked at his jacket.
Anxiety begrudgingly left his room not long after, dressed in a black tux and scowling. His hair had been swept out of his eyes and a black bow tie was tied around his neck. The only thing that remained of his original appearance was the pale foundation and black eyeshadow. Prince’s jaw dropped but he recovered his cool demeanour quickly.
“I hate this,” Anxiety pouted.
“You look amazing!” Roman exclaimed.
“I look ridiculous. I don’t understand why I couldn’t just wear my normal clothes,” the darker side grumbled.
“Because we’re going to a ball, not a My Chemical Romance concert.“
"I wish we were doing that instead.”
“Unfortunately, my love, we can’t. It’s impossible,” Prince teased and held out his arm for Anxiety to take. He smirked as Anxiety shot him a glare but took his arm anyway. They entered the door to Prince’s room… but instead of the normal bedroom the door opened to the entrance doors to a grand ballroom.
Anxiety looked around in both awe and dread. Gold leaf patterns ran up white walls and overhead, like vines stretching way down the opulent corridor. Anxiety’s eyes followed the patterns of the vines as they led to a break in the corridor that could lead 3 other ways. What he’d seen so far of the palace, which was this one corridor, fit Roman perfectly. Like his boyfriend, the palace he ran was elegant and poised yet creative and fun. It was everything Anxiety wasn’t, he had never felt more out of place. He gulped. “Tell me why i agreed to do this again.”
Prince carried on staring straight ahead. “You, as my partner, have to attend any formal functions that I do.”
“Okay.” Anxiety whispered. He didn’t sound convinced.
Roman turned to face him, looking every inch the prince he was with his crown sitting atop his head. He took Anxiety’s hands in his. “Ann, everything is going to be fine. We’re going to go in there, stay a little while, fake an illness then go home and cuddle. Do you trust me?”
Anxiety rolled his eyes and picked at his nails. “Of course I do Roman. There’s no one I trust more.”
“Then trust me when I say that I’m going to get you through this with as little interaction as possible. We’ll get through this together, okay?”
Anxiety took a deep breath then looked into Roman’s eyes. “Okay,” he said. Roman leaned down and gave Anxiety a quick, short kiss.
The door opened and they strode into the ballroom, Prince beaming and Anxiety giving a slight smile. Their arms linked and hands intertwined.

whatfallsaway  asked:

So I'm awake in the middle of the night. Currently 3am. Been awake since 1:30am. Too many thoughts. Got any late night Mulder/Scully heavy MSR phone call drabbles kicking around? Cause that would be great! 😍

So sorry you can’t sleep! I wrote this real quick so… here we go.

When the phone rings shortly after 3 am, Scully isn’t surprised and she doesn’t startle awake. Her hand reaches out and grabs the phone resting beside her like a spent, sleepy lover. She lets it ring another time not wanting to seem too desperate, too prepared.

“Scully, it’s me. I hope I didn’t wake you.” Mulder’s voice is apologetic and she wonders how long he’s fought against calling her. They haven’t seen or heard each other all weekend. In between cleaning her apartment, meeting her mother for lunch, and grocery shopping she’s stared at her unblinking phone, waiting in vain. When they didn’t have an official case, Mulder always found a reason to call her and to lure her away from home. Not this time. She considered calling him herself just to ask if he was all right. Her greatest fear, though never admitting that to Mulder, was that he would ditch her (again) and try to go out there alone. Now here he was on the phone. They would see each other in a couple of hours but something inside him must have given way, finally.

“Hm, it’s fine Mulder. What is it? Did you have a good weekend?”

“It was… yeah, I got a lot of things done around the apartment. No, to be honest I was bored. How about you?” She could lie, she knows, and tell him she had a wonderful weekend. Meeting her mother was nice, of course, but the rest of it? She’s missed him. She’s missed him more than she could put into words. It’s the middle of the night and he’s honest with her, so she wants to be truthful, too. It’s comfortable here in her bed and she feels protected by the softness surrounding her, by the nighttime, by the darkness.  

“It was nice enough,” she tells him, “but I was waiting for you to call me.”

“Missed me, huh?” He chuckles.

“Yes,” she whispers, “I did.” Mulder is quiet on the other side of the line and Scully wishes she could see him. She wants to know if he’s in his bed, too, or on his couch. What is he wearing, what is he doing? Warmth spreads through her, coloring her cheeks. This line of thinking is Mulder’s specialty, not hers.

“I missed you, too,” he finally speaks, “I tried not to call you knowing you have a, you know, life.” She stops herself from huffing; the only life she has, has had for years, is intertwined with his. Without him she doesn’t have a life.

“So do you, Mulder.”

“Do I?” She used to wish they had these conversations in the light of day when they were both fully awake. Now she realizes they never could. They need the vulnerability of nighttime, the possibility of dismissing their confessions as dreams; never happened, Scully, you must have dreamed this.  

“Mulder, you could have called me, you know.”

“I said I wouldn’t.”

“Since when do you do what you’re supposed to do?”

“I thought you wanted to spend a weekend away from life-threatening monsters for a change.”

“We can spend the weekend together without chasing monsters, ghosts or aliens.” Her breath hitches in light of her words. But it’s the truth.

“Can we?” His voice sounds vulnerable, scared almost. But there is hope in there, too; like a bright star shining in the darkest night sky.

“Yes, Mulder,” she answers softly, “I wish you’d called sooner. I have to be up in three hours to get ready for work.”

“I could come over. We could save gas driving into work together. Save some water, too, if we share a shower.” Scully hears his grin and she can’t help it, she smiles, too. Now she’s glad he’s not here and can’t see her. She isn’t sure they’re quite there yet.

“You could come over for breakfast.”


“Yes. But bring pastries.”

“I can do that. Anything in particular you want?” Just you, she thinks, swallowing the thought.

“No,” she says quickly, “surprise me, Mulder.”

“Gladly, Scully. See you soon.”

More Than That (Pt. 2)

[Summary]: Who knew your boyfriend knew Tony Stark in college. At a college alumni party, you meet the Avengers and they immediately take a liking to you, treating you like a “sister-like” figure. Except for one super soldier who likes you “more than that”. When your relationship starts to fall apart, you confide in Steve about it who’s willing to do anything to be more than friends with you.

[Pairing]: Steve x reader (mentions of the team)

[Warning]: a tiny bit of language 

Tagging: @bovaria @marvel-ash @just-call-me-mrs-captain @dividedwecantfall @buckysmetallicstump @mellifluous-melodramas @avengerofyourheart @buckyslion @metalarmproblems @marvelingatthewonder @beccaanne814-blog @mcuimxgine @capsbuchanan @imagine-assembling-the-avengers @that-sokovian-bastard @hellomissmabel @abovethesmokestacks @maybe-mikala @violentlyfarts @hymnofthevalkyries @after-avenging-hours @buckys-shield @buckysberrie @callamint @redgillan @whotheeffisbucky @candyrogers @blueeyedbucky @tragicalchemist @marvelous-fvcks @professionally-crazed @thetalesofmooseandsquirrel @fanfic-shiz @i-dont-know-how-to-write @iwillbeinmynest @theassetseyeliner @lilasiannerd @aubzylynn @viollettes @tatortot2701 @marvelatthepeople @raegan-darling @clinicalkayla @sammysgirl1997 @gatorgal94 @erinvanlyssel @pufflethehuff @littlenerdgirl16 @magellan-88

A/N: BSB gif was made by yours truly! More Backstreet Boys comin’ your way, peeps! [x] This one literally screamed Steve’s name when I was listening to it, so here’s the result… A short series! There will be some confrontation between Greg and Steve in this part and it’s gonna be juicy!

Pt. 1 |

Originally posted by cptxrogers

Steve pushed you against the wall and stared down at you hard. You tried to break the gaze but it was to difficult. You were able to look away for a second but when you met his gaze again, you could see a fiery passion burning behind those baby blue eyes of his.

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Yuuri quietly shut the door of Yuri’s bedroom before letting out the sigh. He loved his son, he truly did, but sometimes it was hard to keep up with the boy.

“All tucked in?” Victor asked him as he joined the Russian skater on the couch.

“Yeah. Tucked in and asleep,” he confirmed while lifting his aching feet up onto the coffee table – something he normally told Yuri not to do, but hey, what the kid didn’t known wouldn’t hurt him.

“So, it is safe to whip out the alcohol?” Victor said excitedly while getting to his feet.

“Alcohol?” he questioned in confusion while staring up at the excited Russian.

“Yes!” Victor said before disappearing out of his sight. He sat there quietly for a moment before realising just how strange it was to be sitting in his own apartment by himself.

Ever since meeting Victor, it was almost like the Russian had evaded not only his home, but also his family.

Yuri was always asking about the skater when he wasn’t around, which could get rather tiring especially when the Russian was away competing.

Victor wander back into the room, a bottle of wine clutched in one hand and two wine glasses in the other.

“You weren’t joking,” he muttered in surprise as Victor joined him on the couch again.

“Of course, I wasn’t joking,” Victor chuckled softly while handing him a glass.

“I don’t normally drink,” he admitted as Victor pulled a bottle opener out of his pocket and set to work popping the cork on the bottle of wine.

“Well, you deserve a little break,” Victor insisted while pouring the scarlet liquid into the glass he was holding.

“I do?” he questioned in surprise.

“Of course, looking after a child all by yourself while also being a professional dancer,” Victor stated simply, like it was the clearest thing in the world.

He stared at Victor as the Russian finished pouring his own glass before setting the bottle down on the table.

He brought the glass to his lips and took a soft sip as Victor leant back against the couch.

“Why here?” he asked, earning a questionable hum from the Russian. “Why are you living in this crappy apartment block?” he continued.

“Ah,” Victor hummed before letting out a soft hum, “Well, I never had a reason to leave.”

“The elevator never works,” he pointed out.

“It’s a good workout before practice,” Victor responded.

“We always lose power during the winter,” he said with a frown.

“And Makkachin makes a lovely cuddle buddy,” Victor replied, sending a smirk in his direction.

He opened his mouth to point out another issue with their apartment block when Victor grabbed his free hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“If I had moved, I never would have met you and Yurio,” Victor said softly, “That and I’ve never needed much of anything. Just a bed to sleep in, my life has always been at the rink. Or it was, until I met you two.”

His mouth went dry as he stared at Victor in surprise. He couldn’t be implying what he thought he was implying.

“I,” Victor stared before pausing. They stared at each other for a moment, their free hands tangled together before Victor gave a small nod, “I don’t want to stop this.”

“This?” he asked softly before hiding the blush that heated his cheeks behind his wine glass. Victor let out a soft chuckle while giving his hand another squeeze.

“This. Us. Yuri. If I lost this, I don’t know what I would do,” Victor admitted while giving him a soft smile, a smile he could almost call heartbreaking.

“Was that a love confession?” he asked in a poor attempt to lighten the move.

“Yes,” Victor replied simply, catching him by surprise. His eyes widen in surprise as he stared at the skater in front of him. “I am in love with you and your son.” Victor confirmed for him, leaving him speechless.

Victor couldn’t love him.

He was a nobody and Victor was a sporting legend.

He was a dancer and Victor was a skater.

He was a single father and Victor was one of the worlds most desired bachelors.

Words of protest floated to mind, only to suddenly disappear as a pair of lips covered his.

Victor was kissing him.

Victor Nikiforov was kissing him.

And he honestly didn’t want him to stop.

“Go out with me,” Victor whispered against his lips ever so softly before pressing another fleeting kiss against his lips. He gave a soft hum while returning the number of small kisses that Victor gave to him.

“Is this why you got the alcohol?” he asked teasingly. Victor pulled away from him, a confused look on his face.

“Huh?” Victor said while glancing towards his glass of wine.

“Liquid courage?” he prompted, earning a ‘ah’ sound from the skater.

“No, I could have asked you out without wine,” Victor replied. He raised an eyebrow towards to Russian, who responded by sticking his tongue out.

He took another sip of his whine before reaching over to wrap his arm around the skater’s neck and draw him back into another kiss.

“Let’s just keep doing this,” he sighed against Victor’s lips, earning himself a hum of agreement.


Yuuri whined at the shout while shifting towards the heat source beside him. It was too early to deal with his hyperactive child, especially on a Saturday when he wasn’t needed at the studio till lunch time.


Yuuri frowned in confusion at his son’s shout until he felt a groan erupt from the body of heat he had been cuddled up against. He lifted his head off the body of heat, only to realise that he had been using Victor’s chest as a pillow.

“Your son is up,” Victor mumbled while tugging the blankets – of his bed, may he add – over his head, in what he could only assume was a poor attempt to block at the small child making noise in the hallway.

He opened his mouth to respond, only to be cut off as the draw shot up, revealing his little trouble maker.

“Papa!” Yuri shouted in delight at seeing him sitting – somewhat – upright.

“Yurochka, what have I told you about shouting?” he asked the boy. The five-year-old paused for a moment before he dropped his gaze to the ground.

“Papa said not to shout in the morning,” Yuri mumbled softly.

“And what did we do?” he questioned, earning a mumble in response.

“Yurio,” Victor called out, catching the boys attention immediately. He glanced towards the skater who sent him a soft smile. “Come here,” Victor said while sitting up and opening his arms to the boy. Yuri didn’t even hesitant, running around the bed to the side closer to Victor and throwing himself into the older man’s waiting arms with a giggle.

A soft smile rose to his lips as Victor lifted the boy up off the ground and settled him down between them, causing the young boy to giggle in delight.

“Okay, Yurio, it’s quiet time. Papa isn’t ready to get up just yet, so we have to use our quiet voices,” Victor said seriously, earning a nod from the blonde-haired boy in agreement.

He let out a soft chuckle while pressing a gentle kiss against the side of Yuri’s head before stretching his hand out across the bed until he found one of Victor’s hands. He smiled at Victor as the Russian glanced in his directions as their fingers tangled together under the covers.

“Can we go to the rink today?” Yuri asked, causing him to pause and stare at his son in confusion.

“I don’t know,” Victor hummed, “You have to ask your papa.” Yuri turned to him, puppy-dog eyes already turned on.

“Why?” he asked while glancing between the pair.

“Because-because-because, I’m gonna be better than Vicchan!” the boy announced, causing him to stare at the boy in surprise.

“What?” he asked while glancing towards Victor.

“Yuri-” Victor began only to be cut off.

“Yura,” Yuri corrected. Victor glanced towards the boy, a bright smile on his lips.

“Yura declared that he would become a better skater than me,” Victor told him.

“Oh?” he said softly, still confusion.

“And I may have said I would coach him if he was good enough once I retire,” Victor stated simply with a shrug, earning a nod from Yuri. He stared at the pair in surprise for a moment before a frown settled on his face.

“I can’t afford-” he started, only to be cut off by Victor waving a hand towards him.

“No, don’t,” Victor told him, “You are not paying for anything involving skating.”

“But-” he tried to protest, only for Victor to shake his head.

“Nope. Yura has to become the best and pay me back, that is the deal,” Victor said while tickling the boy’s tummy, causing Yuri to erupts in giggles in between them. He stared at the pair beside him for a moment before sighing softly.

It seemed that Victor had made up his mind and wasn’t going to let him have a word.\

He glanced towards his giggling son for a moment before a sudden thought came to mind. He grabbed his corner of the blanket and pulled in over the boy before quickly leaning across the bed to give Victor a soft morning kiss.

“You two are silly,” he sighed as he pulled away from a blushing Victor.

“Papa,” Yuri giggled while pulling the blankets away from his face. He smiled at his son, who cheeks were tinted a lovely red colour from laughing too much.

“Don’t papa me,” he cooed while nosing those red cheeks, causing the boy to giggle some more.

“Please don’t let this be a dream.”

Yuuri blinked in surprise while glancing towards Victor who was staring at Yuri and himself, a star stuck look on his face.

“Papa,” Yuri mumbled while tugging on the shirt he had slept in, “I’m not silly, but Vicchan is.” He chuckled softly at the boy’s conclusion before nodding his head.

“I think you are right,” he agreed, earning a pout from the Russian skater on the other side of the bed.

“Hey!” Victor whined, causing them both of laugh at him.

This was all new, but at the same time, it felt so natural, like they had been doing it for years.

And honestly, he hoped it lasted forever.

Skater Next Door AU

AO3 Skater Next Door

It Could Have Been Anyone

Word Count: 3,574
Warnings: smut

Here you go @phandomsub

Summary: Dan is a porn star asked to be a part of the illustrious Phillip Lester and there ends up being a problem during shooting…

The black town car pulled up to a large mansion on the outskirts of London that looked like every other set Dan had worked on, but he knew from industry gossip as well as watching several of Phillip Lester’s films that the inside would be anything but normal. The man was known for transforming his mansion into over-the-top sets for whatever project he was working on as well as giving hands-on direction to the actors. In normal filmmaking that wouldn’t make Dan nervous but this was the adult film industry and that put him slightly on edge. Dan was newer to the porn industry and the fact that he was asked to perform in one of the Phillip Lester’s movies was not only a shock to him but to his manager PJ as well, but this could make or break Dan’s future in the industry so he had to perform well.

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FFXV Comrades: Aranea shows up

Aranea: Nowhere’s safe anymore. You’re here to help, aren’t you? Then get ready cause here they come!

Aranea: Think that’s all of ‘em - for now. Y’know, I’m impressed. Didn’t think you could hold your own so well.

Aranea: Then again, I’d be pretty disappointed if the Kingsglaive couldn’t take down a few measly daemons, especially with all that royal power at your disposal. At any rate, I doubt we’ve seen the last of ‘em, so keep your eyes peeled and your arms at the ready.

Cameron’s Wedding (G.D) Part 5

Description: You’ve been best friends with Cameron since you could remember but haven’t seen each other since you both went off to college. Few years later, Cameron’s getting married. Going back to New Jersey brings back good memories but also reminds you why you left in the first place.

A/N: Almost done! All I have to say is, you guys aren’t ready with what’s about to happen from now on lol ENJOY!

Warning: SMUT (my first smut so sorry if you cringed, cause I did lol)

Grayson pulls over and turns off the engine

“Wow Grayson, it’s breath-taking“ you said

“Yeah, me and E like to come here when we need to think“ he said

You bask in the moment, as you watch the sunset

“Y/N we need to talk about this“ Grayson says as you drift back to reality

“Talk about what?“ you said trying to avoid the situation

“About what happened, I woke up and you weren’t there. I called you a bunch of times and you didn’t pick up. You didn’t even pick up any of Cameron’s calls.” Grayson said

“Grayson, you really think I would remember something that was 4 years ago?” you asked

“Well I do, I could never forget and my heart won’t let me” he said as he looked into your eyes

You look away trying not to get lost in his eyes again but he grabs your hand

“2 years ago, when we were on the 4OU tour in Seattle, I called you, why didn’t you pick up?” he asked

You couldn’t think of an excuse

“Talk to me Y/N, every time I think I’m getting closer to you, you keep pushing me away, did I do something wrong?” he asked

“No, It’s just not that easy“ you said

“I’m sorry I took advantage of you that day, you were going through your break up and I made it more complicated” Grayson said

“Grayson, no. I took advantage of you, I kissed you” you said

“But I didn’t stop you” he said

“Because, I didn’t want to stop you. Since we were younger, I’ve always liked you, I just thought it was a crush since I would see you all the time but every time you came over to hang out with Cameron, I needed to see you. Just a quick glance at your smile, hearing your voice, or just knowing your around, made my day. Yeah, you’re a few years older than me but, girls my age don’t have what you have.” Grayson said moving closer to you.

You wanted to do what you did best, run away but your body couldn’t move. 

“Do.. you still like me?” you asked not wanting to know the answer

“The feelings never went away” he said

He kisses you. Deep and passionate. 

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You take off his shirt then he takes off yours, revealing your Victoria Secret bra, that makes your breast look mesmerizing. Still kissing, you move your hands up and down his perfect chest and abs as he brings his hands towards your shorts, tugging them for you to take them off. You take them off, he breaks the kiss as he moves down to your neck, then to your stomach, placing soft kisses around your naval, then down to your sweet spot, pulling your panties to the side, he starts kissing and using his tongue slowly, making the moment last longer.

“Grayson“ you moaned

He continues, taking his time. You grab his hair and pull him on top of you. He pulls down his pants, exposing his erection. Definitely bigger from the last time you remembered. He enters, thrusting in and out at a consistent speed, he buries his face in your neck.

“I missed you” he whispered in your ear

 You wished this moment lasted forever


2 days left until the wedding

You and Cameron are at the salon for manicures and pedicures

“2 days left, are you excited?“ you asked

“Yeah, 2 days left then straight to Bora Bora for the honeymoon. That is the last time I’m letting Brian plan anything, it’s like I don’t have time to breathe“ she said

“You’re doing fine, we’ve all been helping, now all we have left is the wedding rehearsal and all you have to do is walk down the aisle and say, I do without crying“ you said

“This is crazy, I never thought this would happen, that I’m marry him” she said

You remembered the bachorette night

“Cam, I’m sorry I never contacted you before and left you without telling you why-”

“Y/N, It’s okay. You’re here now, and that’s all that matters” she said interrupting you 

“How was yesterday with Grayson?“ she asked changing the topic

You closed your eyes, remembering the internal bliss

“It was good, the view was amazing“ you said

“Yeah, I remembered when Grayson and I went there. There was something bothering him, he told me about his first time, I tried not to freak out cause who wants to hear her baby brothers first time but, he seemed to want to vent so I listened“ she said

“Did he tell you her name?“ you asked curiously

“No, he said I didn’t know her but, she broke his heart, she left without saying goodbye, the way he talked about her, he really loved her“ she said

He really loved her

You looked away from Cameron as your eyes watered, on the verge of crying but you held it in. 

I should have known
I wasn’t ready
She’ll tell me things
I would have never known
We’ll talk for hours
It’s a long walk home

I want what we had
I’m not gonna sit here and deny
I just wanna feel it with someone else

She has the nerve to call me
She tells me she loves me
She drinks too much
She’s coming over cause she tired
I can’t say no

I gotta get my number out of her phone

Imagine you and Chris sending out ‘Save the Date’ cards.

A/N: Epilogue 😊 And don’t worry, no break needed this time. Chapter 5 is being written as we speak, and I cannot wait to share it with all of you. ❤️❤️❤️You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and ‘She Said Yes’ - Masterlist; ‘Miss Graduate’: Part 1/Part 2A/2B/2C/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B/5C)

Sunday was spent writing 'Save the Date’ cards at the Gucci headquarters. Why at the Gucci headquarters? Well, Gucci and their visual design team kindly offered to design your 'Save the Date’ cards seeing as you were marrying one of their spokespeople. They even offered to do the wedding invitations, except that task had already been snatched up by Kevin Feigi who was pulling some major strings with Disney so the two of you could have a Disney themed invite.

You’d discussed having a full blown themed wedding, but decided against it after looking at themed weddings on Pinterest. Classy and elegant with subtle hints- like a classic white and gold wedding invitation that had Mickey and Minnie’s silhouettes as a watermark, and the Disney castle in gold glitter on the header. That was more your speed, and anything you liked- Chris loved; he just wanted to marry you. As much as you both liked Disney, you both were in agreement when it came to not wanting the best day of your life to look like a children’s birthday party.

Your wedding was to happen on the 28th of September as the two of you met on the 28th of February. You joked saying you picked the twenty-eighth so Chris could “have an easier time remembering our anniversaries.” His response “I could never forget the best days of my life” rendered you speechless, leaving you to do the only thing you could when he bested you; kiss him.

“Thank you so much, Adriana,” you squeezed her hand. Adrianna was the head of the design team and the one that came up with the elegant black and gold 'Save the Date’ cards; 'Save the Date: 28th of September - Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N are tying the knot’ written in breathtaking calligraphy. “We can’t thank you and your team enough. Aren’t they beautiful, Chris?” You held up a card for him to see, chuckling when you saw him lost in his thoughts.

It didn’t look like there was anything negative on his mind, after all there was nothing to complain or worry about- he’d everything he’d ever wanted. You’d finally agreed to end the long engagement and was starting to plan the wedding with him. You’d also met with Emilia and had a discussion about your future in Hollywood if you were to write your love story.

Emilia had given you a rundown at the meeting, explaining that it would be at least three years of focus on one piece. First you had to write the script, until you did that- there was nothing to proceed with. But once you had your piece, you could start pitching; you could decide on a production company, and find the right director to tell your story. After that, the company you signed with would sort out the copyright, movie rights, and other legal issues before you moved on to the financial budgeting, location scouting, and casting. There was a ton to do, but like Emilia reminded you before you left her office, “the script is the most important thing. We cannot start the process if you don’t write the script. Whether or not you choose to sell your story to Sony Pictures, I urge you to start writing. This could be the next big thing, the last thing you want is for someone to swipe it from you.” When she said that, the angst built in the pit of your stomach.

That had always been a concern, it’d been a concern for you since you started posting on Tumblr. You were always worried about someone stealing your ideas and stories, sometimes it’d even keep you up at night. There were times where you’d find other writers posting scarily similar stories to yours, forcing you to consider shutting down your Tumblr to protect your intellectual material. Then Chris would sit you down and remind you that “people can steal your ideas, but they can’t steal your talent.” So though Emilia words worried you, you knew Chris was right. You could wait a little while, get through the wedding and the honeymoon first then get to work when January rolled around. You already had Emilia’s attention and promise that she’d have you in whenever you’d finished writing.

The thing you didn’t tell Emilia, or Chris- for obvious reasons- was you’d already written the story. It wasn’t in script form, but it was done and ready to be turned into a script. You were a writer, you wrote about everything so the story began the second you met Chris. You may not have always shared what you wrote with people, but you wrote about everything- all your experiences; the good, the bad, and the wonderful. You kept it a secret because you wanted to marry Chris first, you knew if you told him- he’d put you and your dreams first, rushing everything else so you could get to work as soon as possible. But you didn’t want to rush your wedding or your honeymoon, you didn’t want to rush what was most important to you: Chris.


He tapped the blank card and gold pen in his right hand, and his left clenched fist, against the table’s glass surface as he continued to lose himself in his thoughtless daydream. It wasn’t until you waved a hand that he snapped out of it and gave you one of his adorable smiles. You found yourself smiling too as you held up the card to which he nodded at with the same smile, “that looks awesome. Sorry,” he chuckled, releasing card and pen from his grip. “I’m just thinking.”

“About what?” You asked, leaving Adriana and her team to continue their work to walk over to Chris. He wheeled his chair back, patting his lap; you shook your head because you were surrounded by people and not in the privacy of your own home. “Is everything okay?” You quizzed, taking the empty chair next to him.

“Everything’s perfect,” he assured you, taking your hands. “I’m just daydreaming, nothing important’s running through this chunk of wood.” He knocked on his head and you giggled, squeezing his hands. “I don’t know, I think I’m just daydreaming about our wedding. I mean- it’s in three months, that’s insane.”

“It is,” you nodded, smiling. “And it’s weird, 'cause just a few days ago when we discussed getting married- I felt so blindsided. But now, I’m okay. I’m ready to do this, like- I want to get married and play house with you,” you joked and he laughed. “Speaking of house, are we thinking of moving back to Boston after we get married or are we going to stay here?”

“I think we focus on the now first,” he answered. “Let’s just get through the wedding and go enjoy our honeymoon, then when we come back- we’ll sort out everything else. We don’t know where your upcoming job is going to need you, I think we make a decision based on that.” You nodded with pursed lips, feeling guilty about lying about the status of your story. “What’s wrong?”

“If I tell you something, will you promise not to react the way you want to?”

“I can’t promise you anything if I don’t know what you’re talking about, sweetheart.”

“You got me there,” you chuckled softly and he nodded, smiling. “I just- It’s not a big deal, so don’t freak out when I tell you that I actually…” You trailed off, then mumbled under your breath, “finished writing the story already.”

“What?” He frowned. “What do you mean you’re finished?”

“I wrote about us in real time, Chris,” you explained. “Whatever happened, I wrote as it happened. But I didn’t write with an intention to do anything about it, it was just for us. I don’t know, maybe even for our future children.” He ran a thumb over his bottom lip as he pondered for an appropriate reaction. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to feel like we had to rush things. I know you want this for me, but I want you more. I could never do anything that would jeopardize my time with you just to become a famous screenwriter.”

“So what you’re saying is you went behind my back instead, lying 'cause you felt like you had a better perspective of what we needed as a couple.” He raised a brow, trying not to smile; you nodded sheepishly. The two of you really were too similar. “Oh sweetheart,” he chuckled and hugged you. “I made the right choice marrying you.”

“I made the right choice marrying you too,” you smiled, kissing his cheek as he pulled away. “Emilia said she’d meet with me whenever I’m done, and I am- I’ve only got to convert it into script form. As soon as we return from our honeymoon, I’ll do that and I’ll go meet with her and start walking the path you so selflessly found for me.”

“Sounds like a plan, my future Mrs. Evans.” His smile reached his eyes when he said 'Mrs. Evans’. You chuckled, baring your perfect teeth as you grinned. “A perfect plan,” he leaned forward and pressed his lips against your forehead.

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Chapter 5 ❤️

Something’s Fishy

“But Poll…I wanna see the fish.”

“The fish? Not the horses?” She asked confused and you just nod you head eagerly with closed eyes while you frivolously sipped your drink.

“Well you can’t go home Y/N, the grooms not supposed to see the bride the night before.”

“I know I know but I don’t wanna see Tommy, I wanna see the fish.”

“Oh come on Poll just take her to see the damn fish so she’ll shut the hell up.” 

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Could you do 18 with Tom?? :)

“It’s okay to cry…”

“This blows,” Tom mumbled, fixing his tie to, ironically, make it look disheveled and manhandled the way the photographer wanted it to look. “Are we almost done?” He whispered to you, causing you to laugh, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind.

“We’ve only been here for, like, forty minutes.” You gave Tom a squeeze as he complained about being hungry and tired. “Want a juice box?” You teased, watching him roll his eyes. He turned in your grasp and leaned down to your ear.

“Just wait until we get home,” he was interrupted by a knock on the door. “Come in!” Harrison came in, nodding at him and smiling at me.

“They’re ready for the next shots.” Tom rolled his head back, taking a deep breath.

“Are you gonna come watch?” You nodded.

“I’ll be there in a few minutes.” He leaned in to peck you and followed Harrison out of the dressing room. You went to your purse and grabbed a pad, sighing as you clenched your stomach. “Damn it, Mother Nature,” you mumbled, heading to the bathroom. You stopped as you heard your phone go off. You picked it up and saw a text from Tom, you furrowed your eyes in confusion before rolling them. He wasn’t supposed to have his phone with him. You slid open the notification and laughed when you read the message.

🐤son: your ass is grass and i’m gonna mow it.

“Food!” Tom shouted, heading straight to your fridge. You laughed silently.

“Want me to make you something?” Tom shook his head. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom really quick, then we’ll watch The Office, alright Tina?” You joked, smiling when Tom winked at you, his non-fully made sandwich in his mouth already. You grabbed a tampon from your restroom drawer and headed to your cabinet, grabbing some pain killers. Your period was really kicking your ass today. You sighed after switching out your pad and swallowing the pills. You wet your face and patted it down with a towel before heading out. “Ready?” Tom sat on the couch, his hands resting on his stomach, satisfied, as he nodded.

You were on the episode where Pam and Jim had fought over the phone because Pam messed up the recording of Cece’s ballet recital. Pam was sitting down, crying at her desk after Jim hung up on her. You had seen this episode almost a hundred times, and you don’t know why, but this time this scene had gotten to you. “You okay?” You hadn’t realized your hand had tightened around Tom’s. You nodded. “You sure?” He whispered, looking at your face with concern. “Baby, are you crying?” And after he asked, you couldn’t stop the tears. “Darling, what is it?” He asked, rushing to hold you against him.

“It’s just – Pam loves Jim so much! He’s so stupid. She tried!” You felt embarrassed as you pushed yourself away from Tom as you wiped the tears away. “I’m stupid, ignore me.” You mumbled. He shook his head, pulling you toward him again.

“Hey, it’s okay to cry...” He wiped your tears. “Jim’s an asshole,” he reasoned. “I’d cry, too.” You laughed, burying your face in his shirt. “You want anything, darling?” You shook your head, tightening your grip around him when he moved to get up in case you wanted something.

“Stay with me,” you mumbled against his chest. You felt his fingers through your hair as he continued to tell you that Jim would redeem himself, and him promising he’d never hang up on you like that.

i didn’t know what to do with this one i’m sorry :(

You know what they say
Bad girls have all the fun
Never learned how to count
‘Cause I’m number one
Ready, here we come
We always get our way
It’s a pirate’s life
Every single day!

Hey, she’s the captain
I’m the first mate
Enemy’s seasick
Can’t see straight
Call 'em fish bait
Throw 'em on a hook
Uma’s so hot
They get burned if they look

—  Harry Hook (What’s my name - Descendants 2)