he deserves to be celebrated okay

in what part of the world would it be okay to continue chasing after Taehyung when it’s quite obvious that he’s scared and running away from crazy screaming fans trying to ruin his vacation??? him running away wasn’t enough for people to realize that their behavior wasn’t okay??? they still kept going after him until he managed to get inside the car??? y’all really gotta start using common sense, stop following them around, stop trying to sneak pictures and videos just so you can post them on social media to get attention, stop invading what little privacy they have as celebrities. he’s home for the first time in a while, he just came back from a tour, he’s trying to spend some time with a good friend, idk why people thought this was okay and continue to do it when it’s NOT OKAY. 

Chubby!Yuuri Masterlist

aint missin no meals queenbeetle

Summary: Viktor can’t help it. Yuuri’s leggings are so tight these days, and it’s so hard to focus on anything other than how his clothing shows off all his new curves in all the right ways.And yet his new dance leggings were somehow even more captivating- sleek, black and oh so fitted. They hug each twist and turn, every dip and curve of Yuuri’s lower half. Paired with the tight white tee-shirt he wears, Viktor can very, very much appreciate the gentle tapering of Yuuri’s soft waist and the indescribable outward flair of his hips. Paired so right with his plush thighs, it all adds to the deliciously pear shaped force to be reckoned with that is Yuuri Katsuki.

Art of Seduction Viktuurio

Summary: Viktor is attracted to pudgy thighs, stomach, chest, chubby cheeks and love handles. Yuuri is attracted to muscled arms and legs, a strong jaw and rocking abs. In other words they are perfect for each other, not just emotionally.In which they’re both retired and while Viktor continues to work out and keep his body sculpted, Yuuri is growing softer every month, which only gets nudged along with Viktor’s great cooking.

Beautiful future_fishy

Summary:  “Yuuri, how about you finish your food, then we go upstairs and I’ll show you how beautiful you are in front of the mirror, okay?”

Comforting Gestures -  Carli

Summary:  Yuuri is feeling self-conscious about gaining weight again but Victor is there to support him and cheer him up.0

Deserving Xyliandra

Summary:  When Yuuri confesses insecurity about his weight, Victor takes his time in showing Yuuri how beautiful he is.

Desired -  Viktuurio

Summary:  In which Viktor finds out he really loves his retired Yuuri on the large and chubby side.

Early Mornings -  mahoushoujos

Summary:  In which Victor wakes up earlier than usual and lists down a few things that he loves about Yuuri.

The Feeling of Your Skin, Locked In My Head  -  CalamityK

Summary: Yuuri’s skin is so smooth, and the tiny bit of added weight he gains in the off season makes him plush and malleable under Victor’s touch.

fixation crunchrapsupreme

Summary:  Yuuri lets himself indulge during off-seasons, his body becoming softer and more plush once again, and Victor is incredibly distracted by it.

Gordito favorito -  Zumaldo

Summary:  Víctor siempre amó, ama y amará el regordete cuerpo de Yuuri.

Hashtag Perfect phoenixwings

Summary:  Most days Yuuri’s okay with his body, he really is. It’s a capable body that’s allowed him to skate, to win, to love. It enables him to hold Victor close, to teach the beginning skating class at the rink which he loves doing, to cook and cuddle and care. But sometimes the insecurity that was ever-present in his youth creeps back in and hits him tenfold when he thinks about how much his body has changed.

In Celebration of an Off-Season -   rougeandtonic

Summary: “Your coach thinks you’ve worked hard this year. He thinks you deserve to relax.”“And what does my fiance think?” Yuuri asks.Victor smirks mischievously and says, “Well, your fiance is looking forward to seeing your belly again.”

Keep Your Eyes On Me pensversusswords

Summary:  Viktor wouldn’t change a single thing about Yuuri.

Look At You ruru_u

Summary:  After retiring from the professional circuit, Yuuri finds that keeping his weight in check is next to impossible. With self-consciousness causing him to withdraw overtime, his husband desperately wants to show him how attractive he still is.

The Married Life - wbtrashking

Summary:  Victor is fond of spending a lot of time admiring Yuuri’s body in their bedroom after they get married and retire.

no small thing sublime_jumbles

Summary:  Yuuri wants that old feeling back, that sense of peace with his body. He misses that fondness, the way that being chubby felt comfortable, reliable, in a way that being thin never has. Thin is precarious, and it always gives way to softness in the end.

Often -  MickieJae

Summary:  Yuuri worries about his weight, Victor eats him out

Poke -  popcornnikiforov

Summary:  Yuuri has a bit of a dilemma at the moment… He loves katsudon. Katsudon has a lot of calories. He desperately needs to lose weight. He gains weight easily. Victor won’t stop feeding him katsudon.

Pudgy Goodness -  scatteredlettuce

Summary:  Yuuri has a hard time getting ready for a date with Victor, he can’t get on his pants..Cuteness and smut ensues. You can totally just read the first part, the smut isn’t that important

Reassurance -  PrussianVenom

Summary: Yuuri tried so hard to get rid of the weight, but its just not coming off. Its hard for Yuuri to deal with, especially with a routine like eros, Viktor attempts to tell him hes still perfect for it, Yuuri disagrees. A fat slob like him has absolutely no sex appeal at all.Viktor shows him otherwise.

Soft Like Satin garbage_dono

Summary:  Yuuri works up the courage to surprise Victor on their anniversary.

WHO IS CHIHOKO? pensversusswords

Summary:  Drabbles inspired by the Yuri on Stage event announcements. Viktor and Yuuri are jealous husbands, Seunggil is affectionate when drunk, and Viktor loves Yuuri’s off season tummy. All is good in the world.

Winter Weight future_fishy

Summary:  Yuuri had once mentioned to Viktor that he always gained weight in the winter, and now, curled up with Yuuri after having dinner with Yuuri’s parents, Viktor could see what he meant.

I have to tell you something - Jeff Atkins

Request: If you are comfortable with this can you do an imagine where Bryce rapes the reader and Jeff (her boyfriend) wasn’t there to save her and he beats himself up for it? 💙If not I understand

A/N: Before you start reading this I would like to say please don’t be too hard on me, I tried to put all my emotions into this and tried to give you a story as good as possible. I really cried writing this. Sorry if it’s not what you expected or wanted but I couldn’t do better. 

Word count: 1468

All you wanted was to take a nap because you couldn’t walk straight anymore. Just a nap. But now you were sitting in the corner of the dark room where you became someone else, you became a victim. You were numb, you couldn’t even cry. You knew you were drunk but you experienced every single second of it. You started to question yourself. Did you say no enough? Did you send some wrong signals? But you couldn’t find an answer, this was not your fault. You didn’t deserve this. Why did you drink so much, otherwise you could have fought back. You were staring at the bed. The sheets were wrinkled because of the movements he made on you. You felt disgusted and dirty with the thought that there was still something left of him on you. You missed Jeff, all you wanted right now was for him to take you in his arms and let you cry as long as you needed without asking questions.

With all your power you got up and started to stumble down, your shoes in your hands. Without getting noticed you walked out the door and went straight home where you showered for 2 hours and scrubbed your body multiple times. But the feeling of dirt didn’t go away.

_

It’s been two weeks since the party. You were still numbed and not ready to go to school. All day you lay on your bed staring at the ceiling, replaying what happened that night over and over again. As much as you wanted to tell your parents or tell Jeff, you couldn’t. They would look at you differently. You kept faking a headache but you were sure your parents knew something more was going on. Jeff past by a couple times, he brought ice cream to make you feel better but you weren’t hungry. All you did was cry in his arms when he came. He was really concerned about you so after the first two times you cried your eyes out without saying 5 words he started to come daily, just to be there for you. He also texted you every morning letting you know he loved you and he would always be there for you. You weren’t able to talk so when he came over he always talked about what happened at school to keep you updated. You knew he tried to take your mind of whatever you were going through not knowing he dropped the name of the person who made you like this, your rapist,  a couple times. Jeff was a really good guy, he always took care of you and he didn’t push you or ran away when you were at your lowest. But you were scared for his reaction. You were scared he wouldn’t believe you and leave you or something like that.

_

Another week went by and Jeff was cuddling with you on your bed. This was the first time since he started to visit daily that you weren’t crying. You decided a couple days ago you were going to tell Jeff what happened and since you were so calm right now you thought this would be a good time.

“Jeff..” you said whit a shivering voice. Jeff shook up because it had been 3 weeks since you let a word out. He knew that something was coming, what he didn’t know is how wrecked he was going to be after.

“Yes baby, what’s up?”

“I have to tell you something..” and with that you replayed the scene once again but this time out loud what made it even harder.

“.. and that’s why I’ve been like this.”

Jeff’s eyes started to fill with tears while he takes you in his arms and holds you thight.

“I’m so sorry y/n, I should have been there for you. I should have protected you.” Jeff said while tears were streaming down his face. You could see he was blaming himself for all this.

“No no no Jeff this is not your fault, the only one to blame is Bryce himself.” This was the first time you called him by his name, not ‘him’ or ‘somebody’.

Jeff looked up. “Bryce?”

You felt a lump in your throat. You regretted telling this already. You saw Jeff clenching his fist. He stood up and started to pace up and down your room.

“Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?” Jeff asked

You just looked at him with your red puffy eyes. Your shoulders hanging to the floor.  You regretted telling him already. Jeff always wanted to protect you no matter what and in his mind he failed the moment he left the party before you.

*Jeff’s POV

I failed, y/n is the one person I care about the most and I let her down. How could I be so stupid to leave her at the party while I saw she was drunk. I should’ve stayed I should have taken her home. How could I be so stupid. I’ll never forgive myself for this. Y/N is the best thing I’ve ever had in my life. The only thing I can do to make this right is never let her down again. I just can’t let her down another time.

*3 weeks later  ( back y/n pov)

Since you told Jeff you started to feel better again. Jeff took you to your secret spot and talked with you for hours about how much you were worth and how beautiful you were. He did everything to make you feel happy again. You even smiled again sometimes. The first time you smiled again Jeff almost started to cry. He saw the old you was slowly coming back and he couldn’t help but get emotional about is. What on planet earth made you deserve someone like Jeff you asked yourself multiple times. You never thought someone could love you so much, you never thought you could be loved like that.

It was a Friday evening and Jeff went to a party to celebrate their win with the baseball team. He asked you 10 times if it was okay but you wouldn’t want to make Jeff a prisoner so you said he had to go. The only thing  you asked him was to stay calm around Bryce, again. You asked him every day, you knew it was hard for him but the last thing you wanted was for the school to starts rumours or to find out about what happened. Every day when Jeff came to your house he asked you again why he should stay calm. All he wanted was to punch Bryce but he held it inside, just for you.

You were watching a movie when suddenly your phone rang. It was an unknown number.

“y/n? it’s Justin I got your number from Jess, you have to come and pick up Jeff right now, he drank too much and went crazy on Bryce. Come please? Bryce already went home so I think he’s calm but just come please.”

“What? Now? Where is it?”

“At Mont’s place.”

You put on some pants and ran to your car. Even tho you wouldn’t want to face Bryce, you had to make sure Jeff was safe. You arrived at Montgomery’s place and ran to the backyard immediately. You saw you boyfriend hanging in a chair. His fists were bleeding. You walked up to him a kneeled down in front of him.

“Jeff?”

“y/n? You’re here? Why?”

“Justin called me I had to pick you up, he said you went crazy on Bryce?”

“He deserved it, I really tried to stay calm babe really but he came up to me and started to make some sick jokes about how fit you were. I couldn’t help it anymore. Please don’t be mad I just..”

“I’m not mad Jeff, I just want you to be safe. Let’s talk about it tomorrow I think you you could use some sleep” You said while standing up and giving Jeff a shoulder to lean on.

While stumbling to the car Jeff suddenly says:

“We’ll get through this y/n, I promise.” And for the first time you believed his words. With Jeff by your side you really believed you had a chance to get through this.

Let me know what you think and thanks for reading xxx

Gavin Creel won a Tony

When this sentence became a fact I felt so incredibly happy for this amazing performer, artist, and person. However, I checked the tag of his name today, and found a lot of negativity around it, and honestly, I can’t believe it. A lot of this seems to purely revolve around the fact that there are so many people who are so passionate about Falsettos and really don’t know that much about Gavin Creel just because they haven’t been following Hello, Dolly!. So now we have a list of why Gavin undoubtedly deserved this tony and you shouldn’t say anyone else was robbed (this year or ever).

I beg that if you think that anyone was robbed this year, that Gavin shouldn’t have won, or just don’t know much about Gavin Creel that you continue reading.


  • The whole point of nominating people and not just choosing one person is that ALL of the nominees deserve recognition for their work. so to say that one is not deserving (especially the one who won) is sort of fighting an uphill battle.
  • A lot of people were saying that Gavin robbed the award from the other nominees. The truth for Mike Faist is that he just debuted and is still young. He has a lot of chances to win later in life, and may even be too young to have garnered enough attention for his performance this year. As for Lucas Steele, this is only first major role on Broadway anyway, so it makes sense that he may not be as well known in the community yet either. Obviously, a lot of the attention went to Ben Platt and Rachel Bay Jones for DEH, but Mike’s performance still earned a nomination, so clearly he’s not doing terribly.
  • The Andrew Rannells argument is a bit more complex since a lot of people are saying that he “should have won his first tony” for a plethora of reasons. Let’s go into them.
  • Andrew Rannells made his Broadway debut in 2006, so he’s been working his way up to a Tony. Well, Gavin Creel made his debut in 2002 for originating his role in Thoroughly Modern Mille. He didn’t win that year and that may have been partly because the title role earned Sutton Foster her first Tony (and this year she literally presented his. COME ON, IT WAS PERFECT), and one for Harriet Harris as well in the featured actress category. That’s almost a DIRECT parallel to DEH. (I’m telling you guys, it’s really all about timing.)
  • So, of course, we all know Andrew Rannells was also nominated for a Tony in 2011, so that furthers the argument that he deserved one this year. Unfortunately, following that argument again leads to the fact that Gavin Creel has been nominated twice before this year anyway, so he wins by tally, if that mattered. But it doesn’t.
  • One of those nominations for Gavin went to his work in Hair, which as far as I’m concerned, is sort of when Gavin was “robbed” by the boys who played Billy Elliot. However, it was the year for them, and Hair was a bit of an underdog that year anyway, but it’s all about timing.
  • Last year, Gavin was in She Loves Me along with Laura Benanti, Jane Krakowski, and Zachary Levi, who were all nominated for Tonys. Gavin was not. To me, this qualified as a snub, but it made sense that he wasn’t nominated since his performance really kept the attention on Jane’s, which is partly why I thought it was so brilliant, but I digress. It wasn’t the right time.
  • A lot of the disappointment was towards the fact that Falsettos didn’t win anything, but the truth is that Tony Awards usually goes to shows that are still running. It helps sell tickets and gain attention. A lot of Broadway fans saw Falsettos, and considerably less have seen Hello, Dolly!, which is still sold out every night. This is because those seats are going to the critics, Tony voters, and the “insiders” of the community that decide who the award goes to. Those people chose Gavin as a winner, but they also chose Andrew and all the other men as nominees.
  • Also, a lot of fans were so surprised that Gavin won, but really, it was predicted by a lot of notable sources. I think Tumblr and social media in general sometimes create a vacuum of only fans and similar perspectives on theatre. To add to that, Gavin doesn’t use social media (he prefers to be in the moment. Guys, you really can’t hate him) so it makes sense that some fans may not be familiar with him, since that is a lot of fan’s only access to Broadway.
  • Another fact of the matter is that Gavin has been working in the theatre essentially his entire career. For sake of comparison, Andrew has made some transition to television, which I think is awesome. Something to keep in mind is that Gavin has been making his way through the theatre community for a while, meeting people who could vote for him to win an award, and actually did when he played Elder Price in London.
  • I believe Andrew Rannells deserves a Tony, and I believe each nominee deserve a Tony. I believe lots of people do. One of those people is also Gavin Creel. The truth is, careers are not built on or for Tonys. Some careers are helped by winning awards, but the best people really are not in it for the awards, so the fans shouldn’t be either.
  • In conclusion, go listen to Gavin Creel on the Millie, Hair, or Hello, Dolly! recording. Better yet, listen to one of the performances for which he wasn’t nominated, such as She Loves Me, or Bounce. If you still don’t trust that he’s deserving, go watch a bootleg of Hair, or even just the Tony performance. And if you still don’t believe it, go watch one of his interviews. When there’s a solid interview of Gavin talking for 30+ minutes you can tell just how intelligent, kind, and artistic he is, and just why those Tony voters trust that he deserves an award.
  • Have I won you over? Has he won you over? Okay, now go discover artists that you don’t know about and respect all the art that so many people have cultivated. That art is so much more interesting than any award, but when someone who is so great at it does get one, celebrate it.
Sam's heaven

(A/N): So I really miss writing supernatural and I had just watched the dark side of the moon and I wanted to write a lil something about it 

Summary: Sam and Dean are trapped in heaven, forced to relive their memories but what they both see is not what they expected 

 Warnings: angst? Swearing, that’s it :) 


Originally posted by adaav

   Dean and Sam were trapped in heaven; no big deal, they just had to avoid any and all angels, traverse through their best moments, and make it back home. That wasn’t too hard, was it?


    Dean’s memories had all been of family, of a time much happier than the one now. Even Sam couldn’t help the small smile that remained on his face as he watched Dean interact with people from his past; Like their own mother Watching Dean with his mom pulled at Sam’s heart strings; he wondered if they had lived a normal life if maybe he would’ve been dressed up in small flannel and horrendously ugly t-shirts, maybe he’d have had the crusts cut off of his pb&j, maybe he would have actually had a nice, functioning family. But that’s not the way it played out and he was stupid to hope for such a thing anyways. 


   Everything had been smooth until they reached sam’s memories; his best moments. There was one with his dog, only weeks after he left John and Dean, there was another on thanksgiving with a family that had been much kinder to him than his own, but the ones that really stuck with him were the ones with (Y/N). They had been his significant other since the day he left John, not really, but that was the day he met them. He’d gone to a diner, plopped down and ordered himself the most expensive burger he could, he deserved to celebrate after all. 

    “Looks like something’s got Mr. Sasquatch down,” His waiter- (Y/N)- smiled at him softly. “You okay?” Sam’s nose crinkled a bit as he looked at the menu. Did they- had they just asked if he was okay? No one ever cared enough about him to ask if he was okay. This person had even noticed that he wasn’t feeling okay and they asked him about it.

    “Uh yeah- just a bit of a hard day really,” (Y/N) smiled as they set their little notepad down, instead taking a seat right across from Sam. 

   "Wanna tell me about it? I’ll even buy your food for you,“ No one had ever been that kind to Sam, no one but (Y/N). It felt nice to finally have someone care, even if it was just a stranger. So that day Sam poured his heart and soul into his conversation with (Y/N), telling them all about his shitty childhood, about his father, about dean. For hours he talked with them and during some point the conversation had drifted from his past to other things, things like law school, art, nature, even animals. Not once in his life had Sam felt so comfortable around someone, (Y/N) was different like that and Sam absolutely loved it. But for now that wasn’t the memory he was reliving, in fact, it was a memory from months after they first met. 

    "Who the hell is that?” Dean whispered as he watched the memory unfold. 

   It dark outside, but the stars above seemed to illuminate everything splendidly. It was a large field, much like the one from Dean’s memory and in the middle of it was (Y/N). Sam’s throat choked up a bit as he looked at them, at their curious eyes, and beautiful smile. 

   "Sam, the hell is this?“ But Sam wasn’t listening, he was too focused on (Y/N). "Sam- Sammy, the hell are you doing?” Dean whispered as Sam walked forward, completely ignoring his brother. He was almost dazed really to see (Y/N) after all this time, even if it was just his own memory. 

   "Sorry I’m late,“ Sam breathes out as he sits down beside (Y/N), still in awe over how beautiful they looked. "I got lost on the way here,” (Y/N) smiled and laughed softly, their nose crinkling in a way that had his heart aching. 

   "It’s okay, you’re actually right on time,“ (Y/N) pointed to the sky, directing Sam’s gaze upwards. Above them millions of stars shined brightly, creating a sight too beautiful for words.

    It was their annual date night (every Friday to be exact) but rather than stay inside and watch some shitty tv shows (as per they usually did. They were poor college students after all) (Y/N) had hauled Sam along to watch the stars; They had always been a bit of an astronomy geek so they were more than excited to show Sam the starry sky.

    "Isn’t it beautiful?” (Y/N) asked softly as they looked to the sky in awe, their eyes twinkling so brightly that Sam wanted to cry. 

   "Yeah,“ Sam nodded as he stared at them. "It sure is," 


    "Who the hell was that?” Dean asked as they traveled along, coming to Sam’s next memory. 

   "I dated them in college,“ Sam Shrugs a bit. "Just a fling really," 

   "That sure as hell didn’t look like a fling,” Dean scrutinized as he glared at Sam, eyes narrowed and lips pursed. “We’re you in love?" 

   "Dean-” Sam sighed as he smiled just a bit. “I’m telling you, it was nothing," 

   "Uh huh,” Dean clicked his tongue as they walked along. “I’m sure," 

  "I promise you, it was nothing-" 

   "Sam!” Sam was interrupted by yet another memory and by no surprise it was another one involving (Y/N). 

   They pounced upon him like cat, pulling him into a nearly bonecrushing hug. 

   "I was so worried, where have you been?“ Sam had gone away for a day or two, just for a little getaway from Stamford. He hadn’t told anyone where he was going and he stupidly left his phone at home. He wouldn’t need to contact anyone, he knew how to fend for himself after all. It was such a peaceful trip that Sam honestly didn’t even think about the consequences that was until (Y/N) was cupping his cheeks and staring at him with tear filled eyes. 

   "I’m sorry (Y/N),” Sam whispers, his heart clenching as he stared at (Y/N). Even after all these years seeing their expression still hurt him, seeing their worried face and pained eyes still had the same reaction as it did years ago. “I was jus out on a trip, I didn’t think to tell anyone,”

    “You fucking idiot,” (Y/N) chides although their watery chuckled completely betrayed their words. “I was so fucking scared, I was damn near close to calling the police. God- fuck you you fucking prick.” Without any warning (Y/N) leaned in, connecting their lips to Sam’s. It was their first kiss and god it had been amazing. (Y/N)’s lips felt absolutely perfect against Sam’s and if he could he’d have let them linger there all day but there was something pulling him away, forcing their lips apart. 

   "I love you (Y/N),“ Sam spews, like word vomit that he simply could not control. "I love you so much,” It was the first time he’d ever admitted to loving someone. He hadn’t even ever told his father or brother that he directly loved them, (Y/N) was a first. Sam’s breath was shaky as he looked at (Y/N), his heart pounding wildly just as it had the day he said those three words to them for real.

    “I love you too Sammy,” (Y/N) sobbed happily as they threw their arms around his neck (or at least the best they could). “I love you so fucking much,” Sam sighed again as he wrapped his arms around their waist, tugging them impossibly closer to him. His scruffy face nuzzled into their neck and he couldn’t help it when his own soft little cry fell from his lips. God- he missed (Y/N) so much, more than anyone ever; he’d give anything to be back there, back in their arms, safe and happy, oblivious to the evil around him- 

    “Sam.” Sean’s voice is softer now than it was the first time. “Sam c'mon on, we gotta go,” Sam didnt want to leave, he couldn’t leave (Y/N) a second time but he knew he had to. So with the utmost reluctancy Sam let go, letting Dean drag him away from the best thing to ever happen to him. 


   Now they were walking down a lonely stretch of road, different from either one of their memories. The air felt heavy, depressed really, so much so that it was nearly impossible for Sam to breathe, or perhaps those were the tears building behind his eyes that were making functioning so hard. 

   "So what happened to them?“ Dean asks softly, his hands stuffed in his pockets. Sam sighs as he walks on, heart heavier than it had been in a long time.

    "After a run in with a ghost I decided that it was too dangerous, the whole together thing." 

   "So you left them?" 

   "Yep, left them heartbroken too.”

   "I’d imagine so, seems like you two were really close.“

    "Yeah,” Sam sighs as he looks behind him, back at his happiest memories, or at least where they used to be, for now it was just the same never ending stretch of road. 

   "So- did you really love them?“ Dean knew he was treading on thin ice but he was curious, mighty curious.

    "Yes,” Sam nods, looking down at the water covered asphalt to avoid looking at anything else. “More than anything in this world," 

    "Y'know…if we ever get out of here you should give them call, get some closure.” Sam chuckles dryly, a harsh sound that hurt his throat.

    “They probably hate me now or some shit.”

    “Never too late to try,” Dean smiled softly as he walked on, down the endless stretch of highway that only seemed to get longer as they walked. Yeah…maybe Sam would give them a call if he ever got out. That was his motivation now, a phone call to (Y/N) if he survived.


    Sam sighed as he picked up his phone, eyeing the small thing warily.

    “Come on man,” Dean said trough a mouth of food. “You promised yourself," 

   "Yeah, yeah,” Sam dials in their number, or the number they had previously used years ago. “I know,” He stared at the numbers hesitantly, his heart racing uncontrollably. This was it. If no one answered that would be it, that’s the last time he’d ever try to contact (Y/N). 

  So with a shaking hand Sam pressed call, waiting for some message stating that the number was now disconnected or something but to Sam’s surprise the thing actually began to ring. The number was still up and running, that meant either (Y/N) hadn’t ever changed their number or someone else was now using it. 

   Sam gulped as it continued to ring again and again and again, it was almost to the last ring when it suddenly stopped, meaning that someone had finally picked up.

    “Hello?”

    “Hi, uh (Y/N)? This is Sam Winchester-”

William Nylander - White Orchid

authors note: this is my second ever imagine/one shot. i hope you enjoy it. i’m sorry if there are any misspelling, errors or such, means i’ve simply just missed it. feel free to give me any kind of feedback as i greatly do appreciate it. also, sorry it’s so long ??? i got a bit carried away.

word count: 4723

PART 2

Closing the door behind me, I took a few steps to sit down on the lid of the toilet. Elbows resting on my knees, head heavy in my hands. Taking a few deep breaths I did the best I could to calm myself down. Knowing now was the worst possible time to even so much as knock on the door of anxiety. The need to slap myself across the face rose. A somewhat desperate attempt to knock myself out of the negativity and get my shit together. I knew it was not going to be easy. Heck. Everyone here knew it.

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My Champion - William Nylander

A/N: Just thought I’d write a tiny imagine to celebrate William Nylander, along with Team Sweden’s gold medal victory at the IIHF World Champtionships.

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: William Nylander (Brief Alex Nylander, Mention of Mitch Marner)

Words: 1,893

Warnings: None 

Originally posted by suicidepokecheck

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Father’s Day Au (?) Just a little something, really short one 

Characters/Pairing: Kaneki Ken, Kirishima Touka, Touken.

Words: 575~

The date itself was pure coincidence, only a week ago she found out about it herself . She wasn’t planning to hide it from him, only the reality took her a while to process . They’ve talked about it – once or twice – in the past . It always end with a long pause, or question remains unanswered .

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Please Stop With The Death Threats And Fake Facts:

I really hate that this is what the world has come to. A bunch of people hiding behind their computer screens and asking for another person to be destroyed and removed from a drama he has been working on. Have we really become people who want success but would take it away from someone else in a heartbeat if given the chance?

Yesterday I made a post about all the death threats I found being sent to Onew and the rest of SHINee on social media and for some reason I thought that once people knew that the girl/victim had stated it was all just a misunderstanding AND that Onew was the one who wanted to further the investigation on her part EVEN when she told him it wasn’t necessary, that people would stop with all the negativity and bad labels. But my inbox and my feed are as filled with hate as ever.

I ask you again, what type of person are you that you can casually type up a death threat and throw around a title like rapist as if though its the most normal thing in the world to do? How do you not feel an an ounce of guilt for wishing harm on another living being? How do you look into the mirror everyday knowing that  there’s another person out there who you’ve just told to kill themselves while you breathe and go about your life? Are you so perfect that you can bash and completely demean another person’s life? 

I hate that we live in world where we continue to let people run around and wish harm on others. I hate that people think it’s okay to hate and threaten other people just because they can hide behind their computer screen. I hate that this is the world we live in now.

Words hurt. They send people down a dark spiral of depression that can and will lead to suicide. As someone who suffers from depression, I know all that very well. You can’t go around bullying people and wishing them harm and then want to pull up your shoulders and cry when they do exactly what you told them to do. Or is that the kind of person you really are? The type to send death threats every few seconds and hope the person actually does it? If that is the case, you need professional help because at the end of the day you are leaving the world in a worse condition than you found it in.

Lee Jinki is a human being who made the mistake of drinking himself into a stupor where he couldn’t walk without stumbling to the ground. Which is what happened. He stumbled and grabbed onto her leg to keep from falling. None of his fans or any Shawol has excused his drinking habits or called out the girl/victim. All we have done is speak out on the matter and correct the facts a lot of haters are still running with. 

Onew didn’t molest her and he certainly didn’t rape her. You can’t go about spreading things like that when they simply aren’t true and because you want to stir things up. We understand completely how the woman must have felt at the time to have someone stumble into her like that, someone who she doesn’t know in a crowded club too. Onew and his friends did apologize and she was the first to state it was all a misunderstanding. Onew wanted to further the investigation even when she told him it wasn’t necessary, he wanted to be sure he hadn’t hurt her in any way possible. He didn’t try to pay her off or use his status as celebrity to sweep it under the rug. He pressed for answers because he wanted the woman to be sure she was okay after everything.

I have no idea where some of you are getting your information but please direct your hating ways to Dispatch’s official report. The situation had been stated to be a misunderstanding and all of you still running around with fake facts and calling Onew a rapist aren’t giving anyone chance to heal over the situation. 

We are all human and we don’t deserve to live in a world where it’s okay to wish harm on others. 

i love you (and i like you)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, @ive-always-been-a-pirate!!! I hope you have an absolutely fantastic, amazing day, because you are one of the sweetest peeps out there and deserve it. Here’s a quick little Parks & Rec AU to celebrate!! (because the only thing possibly more perfect than CS is Ben & Leslie) HAVE A BEAUTIFUL DAY!

Nothing infuriated Emma Swan more than Killian Jones.

She hated him the minute he waltzed into her department, announcing that Storybrooke was basically bankrupt and that he and his friend were there to make sure that didn’t happen. Which, in hindsight, sounds like a good thing, but not when doing so meant slashing half of the parks department’s budget. As Director of said department, how could she be okay with that?


“It’s not just us, Emma, it’s everyone,” her deputy, David, reminded her.

She groaned in response.

“Would you rather the city went broke?”

“Yes.”


She hated that sinful British accent of his, and the way his dark hair sometimes fell in his blue eyes, and how that scruff-covered jaw was just begging for someone to run a thumb across it. Those were the things she noticed when he took her out for a drink in an attempt to assuage her regarding the coming changes.

And that he was annoyingly charming, and funny, and flirtatious, and unfortunately, he too wanted to do the most good for the most people.


“Why is it you went into parks, Swan? Someone as fierce as you seems more fit for politics.”

She snorted, then shrugged. “I mean, I’ve thought about it. Running for office. I’d love to. But then I had my son, and I really wanted to make sure that he always had a safe place to play and have adventures. So this was kind of logical.”

He took a sip of his rum, swallowed, then looked up at her. “No, that’s not all, is it?”

“Beg your pardon?”


(This was when she learned she hated how well he could read her.)


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Mudlove - A Sirius Black Imagine

HIIIIIIIII! I’m sooooo sorry it took me ages to write it. But here it is. I changed the scenario a bit just because I believed that the reader and Sirius would have been dating in their last year at Hogwarts and Sirius had already ran from his parents so… yeah. :)

Ps: I apologize in advance for any mistake, usually I tend to read it at least twice, but I’M GOING TO BED since I’m working 12 days in a row! ;)

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You were nervous as hell. You looked at yourself in the mirror. From head to toes. You were so uncertain that the outfit you choose was right for tonight. You thought about going for that black dress first. It was discret and sober, maybe a little too much. You’d have to add some accessories, at least. You choose the pearl earring that you mother gave you when you started your scholarship at Hogwarts.
‘I’m looking like I’m going to attend a funeral’ you said out loud to yourself.
'Well, it’s almost that’ said a voice behind you.
You turned around and smiled, tucking into Sirius’ arms.
'Anyway, you look stunning, love’ he added, kissing the top of your head.
'I look so drab’ you replied, trying to figure out a way to appear less boring.
'Nevermind, Y/N, it’s just a worldly boring blowout. Luckily, they won’t even notice us.’
'You okay going there? I mean, your parents…’
Sirius stopped you by shaking is hands.
'Hey, we’re going there to celebrate your achievements! You are the one who got invited there. It’s not every students that finishes their scholarship with honours!’
You blushed.
'Come on, you nerd, it’s time to go.’
You laughed, taking Sirius’ hand.
You thought he looked awkward, dressed too much in his suit. What was even funnier was the fact that he decided you would have to go to the party on his motorbike. Pure Sirius. 


When you entered the reception hall, you were amazed. Everything looked stunning. From the giant copper chandeliers hanging in the void just above your head to the beautiful room surrounding you.
'They really put everything into it’ you said to Sirius, admiring the whole thing.
'Yeah’ he replied, looking uncomfortable.
Those prestigious receptions were not his thing. He only accompanied you because he loved you, but you knew that deep down, he felt like he was out of place.
'Why don’t we try to find professor McGonagall?’ you asked, trying to distract him.
You looked all around, walked among the strangers to find a familiar face. Most of them were talking with each other, with a strange look on their faces at the view of Sirius next to you. They probably knew he was the disowned son of the Blacks. You sighed. Some other were sipping on their glasses, speaking about their work. You overheard a conversation.
'Can’t believe a half-blood is going to graduate with honour this year… where the very essence of magic is going?’ said the little man.
'Don’t ask me’ replied a taller woman that you saw only from the back, dressed in a horrible emerald gown. 'The honouring student from our Hogwarts is a filthy mudblood! A mudblood, Robert!’
'Tsk.’


Your face became scarlet. You were glad Sirius had gone grab you a glass of champagne and that he didn’t heard. He would have caused a scene. You were not going to let two stupid people ruin your night. You had worked so hard during your years at Hogwarts. You were top of your class all the time and you never let yourself down.
'Professor McGonagall!’
You looked at the tiny woman, wearing a beautiful long-sleeved blue velvet dress. Even thought she wasn’t that young anymore, she looked simply stunning.
'Y/N, dear girl. How are you feeling?’
'Nervous’ you replied, putting back a lock of hair behind your ear.
'Don’t be’ smiled McGonagall. 'You deserve to be here, you made all of us really proud at Hogwarts.’
She looked at your boyfriend who had just joined you, and smirked.
'Looking rather good, Mr. Black.’
'And I can say the same about you, professor.’
She laughed lightly.
'May I present you to the other honoured students?’ asked McGonagall.
You nodded. You were exited to meet other hardworking people from all around the world.
You followed your old teacher, followed by Sirius.
'Mr. Finn, I’d like you to meet Y/N, our honoured student at Hogwarts.’
The young blonde boy smiled and shook your hand.
'Nice to meet you’ he said with an American accent.
'Mr. Finn is from Ilvermony’ added McGonagall.
'Nice to meet you too’ you replied.
'Ah! Miverna!’ said a voice from the back. You turned around and saw a tall man with a white distinguished moustache, kissing McGonagall’s hand. 'Is this your honoured student from this year?’ he asked with a french accent, looking at you.
'She is. This is Y/N Y/L/N.’
The man bended and kissed your hand as well.
'Very nice to meet you’ said the tall man. 'Minerva told me a lot about your exploits, especially the research you did in Potions with professor Slughorn. Extraordinaire!’ he said, smiling widely. 'You have a promising future, dear girl. A very promising one!’
'Thank you’ you replied, blushing again.


You tilted to your right, feeling Sirius hand grabbing you. He kissed your cheek.
'I’m so proud of you, love’ he whispered in your ear.
As he was finishing his sentence, he froze. You felt his body become stiff and for a moment you thought he had been petrified.
'Sirius?’ you asked, seeing the mortified look in his grey eyes.
You followed his gaze. In the back of the room, a pale woman was staring back at him with pure disdain on her face. Her grey hair were tied in a tight chignon and her thin lips were coloured with a vulgar scarlet shade, which made her look a lot older. Around her neck was a huge necklace, showing the Slytherins colour. It was so big it almost looked ridiculous around her neck. She was curved like it was to heavy for her frail body. It was inconspicuous but you could sense a familiarity in her face. She had silver eyes just like her son. And this proud expression, you had seen it a lot of your boyfriend on multiple occasions. You recognized the emerald dress that you saw earlier. 


'Sirius?’ you repeated.
His whole body was crisped. You tried to shake him.
'It’s her’ he said, almost spitting the last word.
'I should have known’ you said more to yourself.
'Why is that?’ he said, suddenly looking at you.
'Nothing’ you replied, waving your hand. 'Come on, let’s go away. Do not let her ruin our night, please.’
'Did she say something to you?’ he asked, not following you.
'No, she didn’t say something to me. I just overheard a conversation. It doesn’t matter. I heard it a thousand time.’
'She just said I was a mudblood, nothing new here, come on Sirius, let’s go.’
But your boyfriend didn’t listen to you. Instead, you saw him turn his back and walk straight to his mother. When she saw him heading into her direction, you could have almost believed that she smiled nastily.
'Sirius!’ you shouted, following him.
You stopped when you saw him standing at two inches of his mother’s face. He was taller than her and looked threatening.
'So I heard you called my girlfriend a mudblood?’ he shouted.
She pushed him back and laughed.
'Your girlfriend?’ she looked at you. 'Did you think dating a pureblood would make you less filthy, young girl?’
Sirius growled. 


'Apologize now’ said Sirius.
You saw him reaching for his wand slowly. Walburga looked at his hand moving into his pocket.
'Are you going to hex me, son?’ she asked, not scared at all. 'You should hex the little rat behind you instead, it would do the world a favour.’
You saw Sirius throwing his hand in the air but you ran to him.
'Come on, let’s go’ you said, feeling every eyes on you.
Sirius’ mother bended to say something in your ear. You felt her disdain even if you couldn’t see her expression.
'You don’t deserve to be here. You don’t deserve my son. You’re no good without him. Go away.’
Sirius pushed her from you.
'I swear, if you ever talk to her again-’
But you just started to run from the ceremony. You felt ashamed and felt tears at the edge of your eyes. You just wanted to leave the city and never come back again.
'Y/N’ shouted Sirius behind you. 'Y/N wait!’
You stopped, panting and turned around to face him.
'Was it worth it?’ you asked. 'You wanted to fight with her so bad that you had to do it to my detriment?’
'I’m sorry, love’ he said, frowning his eyebrows. 'I’m really sorry. She just… I saw her looking at you and whispering into this man’s ear and they laughed and I just… I snapped!’


'You could have ignored her! That’s okay, you know I’m used to these stares!’
Sirius’ expression changed. He looked sad.
'But I’m not. I can’t be used to people calling you names, Y/N. You deserve so much better. You’re surpassing everyone of them. You can’t let them call you names. I can’t let that happen.’
You shook your head.
'Listen. I’m going to defend you every damn time somebody wants to hurt you. I won’t let anybody be mean to you. Never.’
He squeezed you in his arms.
'Now, let’s get inside and celebrate the fact that you’re a badass witch, alright?’

anonymous asked:

Okay so I feel like Harry is pretty blatantly telling the world that he's gay.. i mean, not that we didn't already know but 2 pride flags? The one in SF could be argued because of it being known as a gay city. But now in LA too!? I don't think there's much room for interpretation. When I saw Paul McCartney in concert last year he waved a pride flag at the end of his show, but he did it with the American, British, and Californian flag so it was much less isolated than what Harry is doing. (1/2)

I think if this keeps up it’s gonna get harder for people to deny it (although not like it was easy before). Sea I really, really think that the e** is n***. I think their teams are finally starting to pave the way for H+L to come out. With Louis dropping these not-so-subtle song snippets too… am i crazy? Cause I truly believe that it’s starting, but I want to know your/other Larries opinions on it? (2/2)///
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I am loving every minute I watch Harry on tour— his witty, intimate conversations with the audience, his effortless charm, his genuine humility and gratitude, his refutation of media’s lies. He IS grateful for his success. He DOES LOVE One Direction. He LOVES LGBQTA representation. His desire to make solo music doesn’t negate his love of his bandmates.

It’s easy to talk the talk, but Harry’s actions set the tone for what he wants to see. Just before San Francisco, Twitter was ugly with threats of violence against Rainbow Directioners and Larries. Harry counters this not by words, but by picking up a pride flag early in the show and having it on his mic stand the entire show. He counters this ugly hatred by singing Just a Little Bit of Your Heart, a love song that he wrote, without changing gendered pronouns. He counters it by featuring merch that tells people to treat each other with kindness.

In 2014, I read this article, titled “Why I Hope One Direction’s Harry Styles Is Really Straight,” by a gay male writer named Jeremy Helligar.

http://m.huffpost.com/us/entry/6175956

The article argues that while many in the rock & pop world have flirted with ambiguities in sexual preference, the frontmen of boybands have always had a Straight Straight Straight image. Boybanders who want to make it in the music world do not do anything to suggest they might be gay, or imply they’re okay with that image.

Harry outright says, “I prefer not to discuss my sexuality.” His vocal support of LGBQT issues make his concerts safe spaces for every fan. He makes it clear that he doesn’t consider gay rights an issue of a special interest group, but one of basic human rights.

Whether Harry seems gay to the public at large or not, his actions say that this perception is okay with him. It’s not an insult. Given the potential backlash (the risk of losing het Harry fans, alienating conservative fans worldwide), his stance is courageous. He’s saying every person deserves to have their sexuality honored and protected— not just celebrities.

Remember the concert after the Attitude article came out, where “print-Liam” said he didn’t like rainbow flags at 1D concerts? Harry famously picked out a rainbow flag at the (13 September 2015) Boston concert and ran down the long stage with it. His statement was clear.

I recall a gif of a young Harry at the VMAs maybe? In 2012? He was upset, walking away from a pap who had called him a derogatory term for a gay man. Louis was steering him away and telling him to forget about it. It’s heartbreaking and difficult to watch.

Being the target of homophobic attacks is the reality of many people every day, and Harry knows it. With his actions, he makes it clear which side he is firmly standing on. Of course he can give multiple signals at once— as a Larrie, I believe he’s also loudly and proudly proclaiming his love.

As a songwriter, Harry knows how to take personal experience and make it universal. Equality is a personal, intensely emotional issue for him. He has taken the personal and used his celebrity to make it a universal cause. He might not want to/ or is able to come out right now, but he’s doing all he can to reassure others that he knows, he shares, he cares.

Will and Jon don’t celebrate Father’s Day—they didn’t even when Lonnie lived with them. In those days, Joyce would slam a 6-pack on the coffee table and walk straight out of the house with her sons. They buy a pizza and eat it, seated on the hood of the Pinto, while Jon took pictures and Will rambled about constellations.

When Jon asked, once, why they never got anything for Lonnie (back when he tried to care), Joyce said: “The gift is him being without us. It’s what he wants, baby.”

Years later, they keep up their tradition of pizza and talking and laughter, and Lonnie keeps his; beer and television. And loneliness.


Mike and Nancy always celebrate Father’s Day. Nancy helps her mother bake a cake, and Mike shottily wraps gifts for their dad. Most years, Ted stays late at work and doesn’t come home until Mike, Nancy and Karen are fast asleep on the couch. He eats leftovers in silence, watching them doze, and wonders what it would be like to know them.

In the later years, Father’s Day becomes a day of mourning; the three Wheeler kids seem to drown in the lack of what they could so easily have. Even though he’s there, he’s not their father—he doesn’t deserve a hot minute, much less a whole day.

The Byers and Wheelers don’t celebrate Father’s Day. Everyone is pretty okay with that.

PolyJam

A/N here have a crack fic as a part of the 2k celebration week

Pairing: polyam + Crofter’s (or ‘polyjam’, as @princeyandanxiety dubbed it when we discussed the idea)

Genre: crack. just. just crack okay.

Word Count: 260


Logan gazed at the jar of Crofter’s in his hand. Oh, how nutrient and delicious it was. It was one of the healthiest jams around, and honestly, he wasn’t sure if he could bear to eat it. He just wanted to spread it across only the most golden toast he could find and frame it. The utmost care was all Crofter’s deserved, so it was only right that he, Logan, be put in charge of it for the day-

“Time’s up, nerd!” Roman swiped the jar out of his hand and threw it up in the air. Logan shrieked, but the prince caught it easily.

“How dare you?! I thought we agreed that I should have it for the entire day!”

Roman rolled his eyes and held out his hand. “Don’t get your glasses in a twist.”

“That’s not- whatever, just give it back!” Logan waited patiently, but Roman used the chance to take off down the hallway, still holding the jar of Crofter’s. Cursing, the logical side took pursuit, running past Virgil and Patton.

They saw what was going on and joined the chase.

“I thought we had a schedule,” muttered Anxiety.

“I thought we did too,” Logan spat through gritted teeth.

Patton merely laughed and sped up, somehow surpassing them both. “Don’t worry,” he called back, “When I get it, I’ll make sure we all share our love equally!”

However, when they finally caught up to Roman, all that was left was an empty jar and a sobbing Prince.

(“It was just too good! I couldn’t resist!”)

tainted [05]

» featuring; jinyoung x reader x jaebum - got7, other idol groups and some original characters
» genre; angst x romance - business men x gang x mafia!au 
» warning; suggestive content

Doing your best to balance the stack of books in your left hand and your chin, your right hand carefully turned the doorknob of Jinyoung’s bedroom door before you peeked inside to see him nowhere in sight. You bit your bottom lip and let yourself in as you cradled his books that you had borrowed in your embrace. You always felt weird walking into Jinyoung’s bedroom without asking or letting him know, but he had reminded you time and time again that it was alright. And with the pile of books you’ve had kept borrowing from Jinyoung’s private collection, you couldn’t keep hoarding them in your own room when he keeps recommending you a new read every few days.

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hopelessgarbage  asked:

"Ok who made Logan wear a flower crown?" Congrats with the 1.2k btw!

LMAO!

Originally posted by cherik-ship

One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, four. You and Logan took one shot after another as you did your best to get him as wasted as possible. You had made a bet with Ororo and you would be damned if you lost. So not only did you have to get him to agree to it, you had to get him to let you take a picture, which was probably going to be the hardest part. But you know the good old saying, pics or it didn’t happen.

Logan stumbled across the kitchen grabbing another beer from the fridge while you watched. It seemed like he was just about primed and ready for you to pop the question. Just a few more drinks and you were sure you’d have him.

You finished the bottle of tequila and you were both barely able to sit up but you were just coherent enough to reach out and place the item on his head.

“What the fuck is this?” He slurred sitting back and looking at you.

“Shhhhhhhhhh. Just let it happen.” You giggled putting your finger to your lips.

You quickly snapped the picture before he could realize what was happening. Helping him stand up you walked him to his room, dropping his already almost passed out self on the bed before stumbling to your own room. You woke up bright and early the next morning as you ran to Kinkos to get a nice large print made of your glorious image.

When you returned it was still early as you framed the picture and hung it right outside Ororo’s door. You knew she had woken up when you heard her laugh echo down the empty halls of the school, Jean’s laugh soon following.

“Okay, who made Logan wear a flower crown?” She giggled.

You walked towards them, coffee still in hand as you milked your well deserved hangover raising your other hand in triumphant glory.

“He’s going to kill you when he sees this. You know that right?” Ororo snickered.

“Just pay up!” You reached out towards her as she slapped a $20 bill in your hand.

“Very funny guys.” He fake laughed before turning to you. “Go fuck yourself.”


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I love you - Changkyun (I.M) scenario (Requested, fluffy)

Originally posted by chang-kyunnie

Anon said:  changkyunn fluff please :)))) storyline is up to you!

Genre: fluffy
Members: Changkyun x You
Word count: 1943


Your friends and you walked inside of fast food place who was filled up, because that was the best food place in town. Everyone loved going there. Mostly everyone from your high school come and hang out.
There was always those popular groups, geek groups and just ordinary groups. You are in the ordinary one, all of you don’t care and just enjoy life.
All of you find a table and sit down. You smiled talking and took off your jacket. As you look up right on the left you spot a cute guy at the table, hanging out and eating with his friends too.
You saw him couple of times in school. He seems like a really sweet and good guy.

As you all ate, you look at him again and he was this time looking at you, right at the moment where you took a huge bite of that delicious hamburger. You smiled putting your hand over your mouth not believing he saw you eating. He smiled too and looked away.

“What’s up I.M! Fellas!” your friend Tyler smiled as he walked in and greeted all of them. He came to your table and sat down.
“You know them?” you asked, just being curious
“Yeah, they my friends. Whaat you noticed someone?” he wiggled his eyebrows
“No” you laugh and drink your soda

Later on, Tyler looked at his phone.
“They want us to hang out with them? So you all wanna go?” he asked and everyone said yes, so you agreed too.

As all of you walked outside, you guys were a group of about 9 or 10 people. Some of you had to meet each other.
“Changkyun, but they call me I.M” Changkyun smiled at you and extended his hand
“I am Y/N. Nice to meet you” you smiled and shook his hand

Mostly Changkyun and you talked, got to know each other better. You two had so much in common.
The night was getting late, still both of you didn’t think about the time.
“We will go home Y/N”
You look at Changkyun. Both of your eyes were looking at each other, they were saying “I don’t want to go”, “I don’t want you to go”. You look on the ground and smile a bit.
“I want to stay but-“
“So stay” Changkyun said

You turn your head towards Tyler and rest of them.
“Then we’ll see you tomorrow Y/N” they all smiled and headed back home

You turn your head towards I.M and he smiled.
“I saw you taking that big bite of that hamburger” he laughed
“Oh my God” you said and put your head down
“I was thinking like “This girl can eat!” “ he laughs and you push him a bit

Around 2AM, you realized you really need to head back home.
“I’ll walk you home.” I.M suggested
“You don’t have to. It’s late.” You smiled looking at him
“I don’t want you to go alone home at this time. So I am going girl” he points fingers and two of you laugh

Walking to your home was again nice, and fun. There is just so much stuff to talk about.
“Mind if like I have your number?” I.M scratches back of his neck looking at you
“Yeah, sure” you smiled and took his phone

“Thank you… For walking me home” you look up at him
“No problem Y/N… I’ll see you in school” he nods his head
“See you there” you smiled and waved as he walked away




I.M and you started to hang out more and more. You guys spent so much time together. Two of you would go and eat that fast food place, go grab some coffee, study together. His and your friends started to wonder what is going on between two of you.

“Y/N” your friend walked over to you
“Yeah?” you smiled
“Umm… I.M and you been really like hanging out a lot”
“Yeah so? I mean we are just friends” you laughed being a bit confused



I.M and you were friends. Eventually later on you found yourself a boyfriend. You were happy with him and kept the same friendship with I.M as before. You didn’t want it to change.

“Tell me one thing Y/N” I.M spoke standing next to you at the bus station, with rain pouring down
Your head turns and you look at him.
“Are you happy?” he kept looking forwards, watching the rain fall on the ground
“… I am” you spoke

I.M nods his head.
“Because I don’t want you to be with someone who doesn’t treat you right” he slides his hands in his pockets
“What are you talking about? My boyfriend is a good guy” you were a bit confused
“Maybe yes, maybe not”
“What are you trying to do here Changkyun?” you spoke coldly, saying his full name.
“I just don’t want to see you hurt”
“I am fine and happy right now-“
“Right now” he laughs a bit
“You know what, fuck you Changkyun.” You said and pushed him out of the way and started to walk home just walking
“You’re going to walk home in this rain?!” he shouted
“YEAH I AM” you shout back
“Well have fun!” he shakes his head and watches you leave

After few days, I.M and you didn’t speak that much. You were still pissed off at him, but still had your problems in your relationship and school. You missed laughing with I.M, missed his jokes and everything.
But still, you hate him.

You open your front door and see I.M standing. You sigh and start closing the door right away but I.M puts his hand on the door stopping you.
“Come on Y/N” he laughs
“Fuck you, fuck off” you tried to push the door to close them but kept failing

I.M opens the door pushing you away a bit.
“I know you miss this face. I mean me” he stood in front of you
You punch his arm hard.
“Okay I deserve that” he nods his head rubbing his arm, to make the pain go away

Two of you stood looking at each other. You grab his T-shirt and pull him into a hug.
“I hate you but I still love you” you said
I.M smiled softly and wraps his arms around your waist.
“I missed you too”




There was a birthday celebration at fast food place. Since they were like disco type of thing.
Your friend had a birthday and you were invited, so was I.M and all others.

Your crew, I.M and you danced together and sang songs, just enjoying the night.
Your boyfriend came next to you grabbing your arm. Looking over at him, he just pulled you with him to the side.
I.M observed two of you.

“Why aren’t you with me?!” he raised his voice at you
“Obviously you are too mad to be at this party. Why should I be sitting down?” you laugh looking at him
“I can’t believe you are being like this! I bet you would even cheat on me how “boring I am” “ he looks at you being annoyed
“Stop it.”
“Stop what huh?” he got closer to you
“You would do it” he pushes you a bit and I.M jumps right away and takes your hand, looking at your boyfriend.
“Why are you pushing her asshole?” I.M was angry
“I.M-“ you tried
“What are you? Who are you to her? AND no one tells me what to do”
“Fuck off right now” he added
“You can go home” I.M spoke
“Y/N we’re going.” He said taking his jacket

You kept standing behind I.M.
“Y/N get your fucking jacket and let’s go” your boyfriend raises his voice again
“I don’t want to go” you spoke
“Then we are fucking done.” He said and leaves, shutting the door loudly


I.M turn towards you, hugging you straight away. You tear up and hug him back.
“Do you want to go home?” I.M whispered to you and you nod your head quickly wiping off your tears
“I’ll get your stuff” he spoke and you walked outside waiting for him

Two of you walked into your room. You took off your jacket and threw it on a chair. Taking off your heels, you lay down on the bed and soon after I.M joins you.
You cuddle up next to him, and he held you in his arms.
“Thanks” you look up at him
“Always here to protect you” he smiles a bit and two of you stare at each others eyes for a while.

You never noticed how much he actually is beautiful. How he always was there for you, would do anything for you.
You smiled a bit. Soon after two of you start to lean in, but he stops.
“I think It’s not-“
“Right. I know” you finish for him

Either way, I.M pulled you close to him again. You could feel his lips on your head.
“I love you” he spoke quietly as he played with your hair a bit
“I love you.” You smiled and buried your head into his chest




“Why did you buy me my favorite chocolates?” you laughed looking at I.M
“To make you happy” he smiled, and kept looking at the box
“WELL OPEN IT” he suddenly shouts
“OKAY” you laughed

As you open the box, there was a paper saying “Will you go to prom with me?”. You look up at him and he already held red rose in front of you with a smile.
“Yeah I will” you smiled widely and hugged him

Both of you liked each other. A lot. Since that night, both of you felt this way.
Everyone knew it, except you two.

When I.M saw you in your dress, he was standing with no comment. You were breathtaking. You were so beautiful.
You smiled feeling shy because I.M didn’t take his eyes off you.
“OH MY GOD!” he shouted putting his hands on his head
“WOW” he added and points at you
You laughed and stood in front of him
“I was like, I didn’t know what to think when I saw you” he smiled and hand you a flower bracelet
“You look handsome yourself” you smiled and blushed a bit

Whole night long you didn’t stop dancing, laughing, smiling, singing, drinking.
It was one of the best nights of your life. I.M took your hand and lead you through the crowd and two of you started to jump and dance.
“How can you be so beautiful?” he got closer and said to your ear
You smiled looking at him.
“I love you” you said and hugged him. Lights go down and slow song starts.

“Oh wow… I am not a type to dance to slow songs” I.M laughs
“But….” He smiles and extends his hand
“Can I have this dance?”
“Of course” you smiled and put your hand in his

I.M’s hands were on your waist, and you held your arms around his neck.

“I never knew… I never knew you can have moonlight in your hands, till the night I held youu” you sang quietly and you smiled as you noticed I.M is watching you all the time.

He stops smiling, he moves his hands and cups your face. Leaning in and pressing his lips against yours. You smiled under the kiss.

His lips were soft, sweet. He tilts his head to give you couple of pecks on the lips. Until he moved away. You smiled and put your head into his neck. He hugged you tightly.

“I love you” you hear him say.

what I say: i’m fine.

what I really mean: jeon jungkook is a twenty year old boy in one of korea’s top idol groups. he has an iphone 7 and wears a rolex and has outfits that can probably pay for my college tuition. he recieves the most attention from his fandom, and he even has a forest that was created in his name. he has such an energetic personality and he’s not scared (anymore) to show it around bts and even on tv. he could be out there socializing, spending his money with his friends and being a normal teenage boy but why do we only see him alone?? he went bowling at 7am by himself, went to hongdae by himself and one time, when he went down to busan for vacation, he realized that his family had left somewhere without him. but instead of calling a buddy to meet up, he spent his entire time in busan by himself. when he went on flower bromance, a show typically meant to showcase known friendships between celebrities, he didn’t choose somebody he already knew to do the show with. instead, he chose somebody that he wanted to get close with. he’s so shy that when he first came up to seoul, he used to shower and eat at odd times so that he could avoid talking with the members and he hates calling people first because he thinks that he isn’t deserving of someone picking up his call and his kakao talk profile picture is a black screen because his thoughts are “a mess”. he even said that he goes to the han river by himsel alot and that he thinks that he’s ugly. the closest thing we got to an interaction between jungkook and an other celebrity is when hongbin from vixx told us that jungkook was good at playing overwatch. we see him interacting with other idols at isac occasionally but for the most part, he always sticks around his members esp jimin. even the “cold” personalities of bts, namjoon and suga, have been seen to have friendships with other celebrities and non-celebrities. i’m worried. enjoying solitude and being shy is not a sin and I love his bashful nature but we know how bright and playful jungkook’s personality is when he’s with his members. I get that he’s the most comfortable with bts, but it hurts to only see him alone if he’s not with them :( I just hope that he knows that he is loved and that he is deserving of love. he always pretends to be strong both mentally and physically but I do hope that he learns that it’s okay to be weak and that overcoming those weaknesses is the ultimate example of strength

unfortunatelackofaliens  asked:

insecure/clingy victor makes my life 500% better because it makes him so much more realistic and knowing his character, he'd be the clingiest, most worried about losing the other. like, yuuri gets to the point where he's like "okay this is happening this is f i n e. posters? what posters? he's my husband not my celebrity crush" but they've been married for years and victor's like "I LOVE YOU NEVER LEAVE I CANT LIVE WITHOUT YOU PLEASE I N E E D I DONT DESERVE YOUR LOVE BUT NEVER LEAVE"

Awwww dang you’re right :/ The beautiful thing about their relationship is that they brought out the best in each other without even necessarily realizing what was happening. But if Victor were to slow down and think about that I think he’d realize just how much Yuuri changed his life and how much he wants/needs to stay with him.

I could picture him spilling all of this to Yuuri one night in bed and Yuuri understanding completely because he can relate Victor’s depression to his own anxiety. Then Yuuri is careful to never threaten to leave him/to never take a domestic fight too far and to reassure him that he’ll stay with him forever. But this still does make Victor clingy in a healthy way and Yuuri is happy to cling right back to him <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 

trying to be friendly reminder:

idols are celebrities are humans too and just because they make a living out of entertaining people does not make it okay for you to stalk and chase them during their personal time. they don’t owe you anything. what does it cost for you to be a decent human being and respect their privacy? how dare you call yourselves fans after chasing taehyung at the airport. he’s literally on vacation. he’s been working nonstop promoting and performing for everyone, who are you to demand time out of his break to cater to your disrespectful self? he doesn’t deserve this. no one deserves this. learn some respect.