was invented just to make girls starve so they can fit in a dress and
compete over a stupid title.”
–” Derek blinks, eyes his sister dubiously, “I’m not a girl?”
the kitchen Laura bursts out laughing. “Don’t worry.” She yells.
“Cora is just jealous she will have to wait five
years to go to her own prom.”
not going!” Cora yells back. “Prom is stupid, I don’t even know
why you’re going,” she tells Derek, “it’s not like you know how
to have fun.”
raises an eyebrow while Laura just laughs harder. “Oh my god.”
Their older sister says. “I stay away for six months and Cora turns
into a sassy queen.” She walks into the living room, pretends to
wipe at her eyes. “I’m so
two are ridiculous.” Derek says, turning around. “And I’m just
going because Erica promised to pay me. With ice cream.” Then he
gives Cora a wicked smile. “That I’m not going to share with either
are the worst brother!” Cora yells as he begins to climb the
stairs. “And I hope you fall on your ass while trying
hear you!” Derek’s cell begins to ring. “Too busy getting ready
Laura lets out a high-pitched laughter. “I love you two so much.”
Derek shakes his head fondly, closes his bedroom door behind himself
just as Cora tells Laura to shut up. “Hey.” He answers the phone,
collapsing on his bed. “What’s up?”
Stiles answers, “whatcha doing?”
to my sisters fight.” He says, snorting when he hears his dad start
complaining about all the yelling and ‘no, Cora, I’m not letting you
go to prom, you’re thirteen!’.
“I’m gonna have to check the trunk of my car tomorrow night.”
laughs. “She’s not that
you keep teaching her, she will be.” Derek blurts out, curses
himself mentally when he realizes it came out harsher than he
It’s just – sometimes he can’t help it. He’s known Stiles since
they were four, Cora wasn’t even born then, but one day she turned
eleven and Stiles became her new favorite person. Stiles couldn’t
find it funnier and took Cora as his little apprentice. He even
taught her how to cheat on Mario Kart.
never taught Derek that.
Derek rolls his eyes, thinks about his little sister still downstairs
pouting and trying to convince their dad that she’s old enough to go
out. He shouldn’t be jealous of her, but the thing is – he grew up
with two sisters, he knows how to share toys and food, but he doesn’t
know how to share Stiles.
Sometimes John and Sherlock accidentally talk all night.
Like maybe the intention to go to sleep at a normal time was there, but then they get distracted.
11 PM: They finish the movie and it just naturally feels like time for bed. Teeth are cleaned, doors are locked, and they settle in between the sheets, and damn is the bed comfortable compared to the haphazard dog pile of limbs they had gotten into on the sofa.
“What did you think of the film?”
“Nice; very enjoyable.”
“Did I tell you it was my favorite when I was a kid?”
“Yeah. Would watch it on repeat.”
“Interesting. But it’s no longer your favorite?”
“Right. I dunno- I still love it, but not in the same way.”
“I understand. Your favorite now is that one Bond, um…Die Another Day?”
“Yeah.” John gives Sherlock a small, soft smile. He looks almost bewitched.
“What’s that look for?”
“It’s for you. ”
“Yes, but why?”
“Because it’s really nice to have someone remember things like that about me.”
1 AM: The discussion has shifted to favorites, and why they’re favorites.
“So you would rather listen to that same Rolling Stones album again and again for eternity than ever even trying something like Debussey?”
“Alright, well, now I know.”
“You know what?”
“That we’re breaking up.”
2 AM: …and now they’re just naming things they like.
John: “Long car journeys”
Sherlock: “The smell of coffee.”
“You hate coffee.”
“I hate the taste of coffee.”
“You are a complex being.”
They laugh some more.
John: “Rainy mornings that last all day.”
“I didn’t know that.”
Sherlock fidgets with his lips, trying to figure out how to phrase his answer.
“Because you always wake me very…pleasantly… and often you continue waking me pleasantly for most of the morning…afternoon…even into the evening sometimes.”
“Do I? When it’s raining?”
“Yes. Not every time, but under a certain set of conditions I can, for the most part, look at the forecast for the morning the night before and know in advance whether or not I’ll be getting anything done the next day.”
John looks back at him, a concoction of surprise, then near embarrassment, then a sly smile.
“Interesting, see, I find that I get one thing in particular done consistently on those days.”
4 AM: The topic has shifted between worst hangover stories and crazy uni memories to some more difficult things, like John’s time in the service, and Sherlock’s addiction.
“We’ve sort of been dealt a few tough hands eh?”
“Makes me want to take you away somewhere and just be relaxed for a bit.”
“I would agree to that in an instant.”
“Yeah? Let’s do that, then.”
“I do get them on occasion.”
John is trying to work in to the concersation something he’s been wanting Sherlock to know for a long time. It’s difficult, though- he’s never really said anything like this- anything so personal.
“It says a lot about you, I think, that I can do things like this- stay awake all night, not having to be overwhelmed or rampant. You balance me, John.”
“Yeah..yeah I- I know what you mean. You also- I mean, you sort of…I don’t dread…my life to come…anymore. I used to think of all the days and years I had left to endure, wonder how I would fill them, hoping I could find something that wouldn’t feel so miserable, something to settle for, but you- fuck, Sherlock, I think back to that now and it feels like a horrible nightmare. I’m…more than just glad, to have found you. You- damn, this is hard, I-”
Sherlock ties his fingers with John’s and moves even closer.
"Take your time. No rush. No pressure. Anything you want to tell me, you can. You’re safe here.”
"I suppose…You umm…you made me rethink- my plans, for me, yes. But not only that, you also showed me a way of living so different from what I had known, so much better and full of richness, I look back at those days where I no longer wanted to be alive and think -it’s probably because I wasn’t alive. I had every responsibility and felt every drawback of life but was denied any of the good stuff. You showed me so much more than I ever knew was out there- you sort of saved my life by…showing me how to live it? That’s so cheesy, I-”
And now Sherlock is crying. So John starts crying.
6 AM: they’ve got themselves together by now and moved on to something a little lighter.
"Right…so, you mean to tell me that James Moriarty, criminal mastermind, scary man with an affinity for the latest in explosive fashion, still sleeps with a teddy bear?”
"How did you figure that one out?”
"It took a few-visits- to piece it together, mostly because I was in disbelief myself, but he shows signs of a stiff neck as if he sleeps in an extremely bent position with one arm hooked partially under himself, likely around a small item. Persistence of this soreness shows that he didn’t just sleep wrong once, he makes a habit of this position. But what really sealed the realization was the right thumbnail. Much shorter than all the others, wrinkled texture, dry skin around the edges where the rest of his finers are immaculately manicured. Exposed to moisture for long periods of time.”
"No fuckin way!”
"Oh yes. He sucks his thumb. What a terrifying creature.”
"I’m always curious what you could tell about me right away and what took you a bit longer.”
That’s a dangerous path John- not everyone wants to know what others can tell about them.”
"Yeah but I’m just tired enough to ask anyway.”
"Well, all the things I pointed out at Bart’s…then more and more about your childhood based on your dating habits…around a month after we moved in I had narrowed down the approximate size of your…tyre lever…”
"Well…I had underestimated, to be honest. Your stature is misleading, as I’m sure you know.”-
"So, that is to say, you were-”
"Incredibly anxious and then surprised in the best possible way.”
"I was going for ‘not disappointed’, but alright.”
"Not in the slightest. My God, not even a little. In fact, what’s the opposite of disappointed?”
7 AM: Talking has ceased. The sun seeps in at the sides of the drapes, pale and gray. It’s a bit chilly, but neither know- it’s aafe and warm in the bubble of their room.
Neither sleep until around noon, after tea and toast in bed- the rain hits the roof in steady droves, tapping occasionally at the window if the wind blows a certain way.
even drew a drawing of his and isaks face “morphed together” and put it up on their wall,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,gross(which is originally drawn by pernille eleonora dieckmann!!!)
some other things that one can find on their wall: the “alt er love” quote, memes, drawings that were probably drawn while even was high and/or drunk, nas quotes, one of the pieces of papers that even gave to isak before they got together for real, a picture of a hamburger with a piercing(?????), the iconic pictures of a woman wearing a chador etcetc
there are clothes(and hats) everywhere meaning they’re both really messy(or they just felt like throwing their clothes off the second isak got home, whatever works)
they still have the duvets that isak would not change in season three, and i’m guessing he didn’t get better at changing them so
their wifi name is “yellow curtains”???? who even are they????
even does everything for isak bc isak is his baby, which has resulted in isak not knowing how to make tea(so when his friend asks for tea, he solves this with putting a tea bag in warm tap water,,,like,,,,)
they have a balcony, where they sit at night and have deep conversations and passionate make out sessions don’t even argue with me on this one
they have a big tv right by their bed, so even probably stays up a bit too late at night watching “friday” or some documentary about penguins or something weird while he holds isak close and slowly strokes his head
their curtains, drawers and chairs all match i-
they opened the door together like an old married couple and i dont even know what to say about that
they have fifa and there is not a single trace of doubt in my body that they’ve spent long hours playing that game, but since even somehow is a lot better than isak, isak always ends up getting mad and telling even how he wants to go to bed early(although this all changes when even cuddles him and tells him what a great fifa player he is)
even finally got himself a watch which he actually uses!!!!!
they’ve been together for a good few months but isak still gets all blushy as soon as even calls him
they have “the chair” and i have never related to skam more in my life
they sure have a lot of shoes for only being two people
even is so tall and i cannot cope like did you see his neck when he kissed isak wow im-
isak loves and trust even enough to be okay with the fact that there are some major things about even that he does not know and i think that’s is beautiful
ohhh, look a headcanon/scenario post! :D this was a whole lot longer than i originally planned, but oh well!! i played around with each of their stories, so i hope you don’t mind <3 <b>you can find JAEHEE, JUMIN and 707′s under the cut! if you have any requests, feel free to shoot them my way. anyway, i hope you enjoy!
RFA + THE MOMENT THEY REALIZE THEY’RE IN LOVE
Yoosung thinks he’s sick.
His heart starts palpitating, his palms
grow sweaty and he’s so out-of-focus that he’s losing his streak on the LOLOL
leadership boards. He downs a cup of coffee, glaring at his bedroom clock,
which stared back with a 22:12pm in bright blue lights. It’s way too early to
be feeling tired, he thinks.
He sighs, exiting the server and
letting the game’s background music blast through his computer’s speakers. He
places a hand to his neck, feeling for a warm temperature, only to end up
confused as he realizes he’s not even remotely feverish. Worriedly, he calls
her up, sure that she would know what’s up with him.
“Hey [Name],” he says, going back to
his desk to take another swig of coffee. He joins another server, hoping LOLOL
would help calm his nerves. Why was he always so nervous when he was talking
with her? He prattles on about his supposed “symptoms” as he patiently waits to
be connected to the server.
“Sounds like you’re in love,” she
suddenly blurts out. He almost sprays his coffee all over his computer at those
words. He can tell she’s joking. She was joking, right? Right? He tries
to come up with a reply, but all that comes out of him is a strangled sound. He
hears her laughing from the other end. “Ohhh, bulls-eye! Who’s the lucky
person? Is it me you’ve fallen for?”
Yoosung’s eyes widen at this, and his
heart feels like it’s about to burst out of his chest and start tap-dancing on
his desk. He’s stunned to a silence; his mind is racing, wondering whether or
not to confirm her statement. Well, that would certainly explain why he always
felt so worked up around her. Before he could even answer her question, he
hears her awkward laughter on the other end of the phone.
“Hey, I was kidding! Playing some LOLOL
might calm your nerves, but I suggest not staying up too late. It might
actually be a fever, after all.” Yoosung manages to quickly blurt out an
apology as well as a thank you, before wishing her a good night and ending the
call without waiting for her reply. He leans back on his chair, staring at the
cream-colored ceiling above him.
It’s when he places both of his hands on
his chest and feels the rhythmic thumping of his heart. It’s when he tries to
steady his breathing, and when he finally does, he remembers what she said and
wheezes. It’s when he realizes that he knows the answer to her earlier
question, but he was too shy, too scared to actually answer her. It’s when he
makes a promise to tell her, face-to-face and unabashedly, one day. Yoosung’s
eyes linger to his desk clock.
It’s at 22:17pm on a LOLOL-filled
Tuesday night that he realizes that he’s completely, head-over-heels in love with her.
Zen can’t sleep.
He’s lying in bed, positively tired
after a day’s work. He knew he did well earlier, yes, but his own
self-reassuring thoughts did very little for his nerves. Ever since the whole
hacking situation, he’s been on edge during his performances; he can’t help but
be upset at himself for not giving his all for his audiences.
Despite being an “egotistical prick”,
as Jumin calls it, he was often hit by waves of doubt during these late
sleepless nights. His self-reassuring thoughts began to shift into ones of
doubt, pushing him to twist and turn in his suddenly uncomfortable bed.
Was he a genuinely good actor? Did
people watch his musicals for his talents or for his looks? Would he ever be
more than just a handsome face up on the stage? He was jolted back to reality
by the sudden ringing of his cellphone. He begrudgingly reached out to view the
caller ID: [Name].
Without a second thought, he
immediately answers the call. Her cheerful voice was tinged with a hint of her
own weariness. He feels his heart begin to swell, savoring the way her voice
says his name. “Can’t sleep either?” he says, genuinely happy to find her
calling him out of all the other RFA members.
“Yeah,” he hears her say. “I was hoping
you were awake. I’m glad I was actually right.” His chest tightens at this, and
he can’t help but smile at the thought of her thinking about him at such an
hour. He finds a sort of solace in her, thankful for her constant presence
amidst all the happenings in his life.
The two converse, and he finds the
weight on his shoulders gradually become lighter. His heart is both calm and
erratic, and he finds himself laughing together with her, despite being miles
apart. When he hears her congratulate him for the show he put on, for being
such an amazing actor on-stage, for doing so well, even if he may not believe
so, he almost starts crying.
“You’re doing so well, Zen. I’m sure
all your fans can agree that you’re doing so much more. I mean that, truly. If
you ever need anyone to talk to, I’m here. So is Jaehee and the rest of the
RFA,” she says from the other end of the line, and he allows himself to think
that she means it. No, he knows she means it; it’s in the way that she speaks
to him that he knows she’s saying nothing but the truth.
It’s when she says her good night that
he catches himself almost saying it. He purses his lips, blundering out a good
night of his own before slamming the END CALL button. It’s when his eyes shoot
wide open, and he feels a ditzy smile gracing his lips. It’s when his
self-doubting thoughts are replaced by thoughts of her. He brings his pale
hands to his hair, and he can’t help but marvel at how much she affects him.
It’s when he catches himself thinking
about her in wonder does he realize that he’s crazy about her.
started out innocent, little dares here and there to entertain each
other. From a young age, you and Jungkook would give each other
challenges, in order to see who was the bravest. But things get a little
less innocent when your best friend dares you to give him a lap dance
for his birthday.
A/N : “Nae mameul jeoksyeojwo bi naeryeojwo
memareuji anhge apeuji anhge.”, lyrics from Wet by JooYoung, translated in “Wet my heart, make it rain. So it won’t dry, so it won’t hurt.” Feedback or a request, everything is here ! I didn’t proof read.
The music was still buzzing in your ears, a thin layer of sweat on your forehead from all the dancing, all you wanted to do was to get rid of all your makeup and your dress.
Jungkook signed beside you, he was still amazed by the party and all you organised for his day. Even though he was tired, he had told you he wanted to spend the entire night awake, even if he had to sleep for a whole week after.
“Jungkook, can we go to sleep ?”, you whined, taking your shoes off. A wave of relief taking over your body when your bare foot touched the floor.
“What ? No !”, he said, smacking your shoudler. He bent down to take your shoes.
“But I’m so tired.”, you whined, your finger touching the tip of his nose to get his attention. “Hey, Y/N, it’s my birthday, we do what I want to do.”, he playfully said, getting up.
You sighed, trying to act annoyed even though Jungkook could see a clear smile on your face. Your best friend walked towards his bedroom, leaving the lights off in his apartment, and you followed him, curious to know what he had planned for his birthday night.
The apartment was left silente as the two of you started to get comfortable. Jungkook’s place was like a second home to you, and when you stayed to sleep, it was like you lived together, having a specific routine.
The routine included borrowing one of his shirt and his bathroom to take your makeup off while he waited or prepared what he wanted to do.
You quickly got rid of the tight fabric hugging your body, before taking your makeup off. Carefully rubbing your eye makeup, you sighed when you saw that all you makeup up was gone.
Walking out of his bathroom, you catched your best friend’s attention. He was sitting, still in his white button up and black jean, on his bed.
“You didn’t get changed ?”, you asked, sitting in front of him. “I’ll get changed after.”, he simply said. He threw his phone somewhere, his head falling in his hand, elbow resting on his knee.
“Thank you for the party.”, he breathed. You smiled, rolling your eyes. “That’s what best friends are for !”, you chuckled.
You streched, your arms above your head. It was a stressful day, the party was a surprise, and you were afraid that something would go wrong. But thankfully, everything was perfect. Jungkook was happy, and it’s all that mattered.
You started to lay down, Jungkook’s shirt riding up, revealing your underwear. Jungkook’s back leaned agaisnt the headboard, looking at you.
“So, do you have plans on what you want to do ?”, you asked, getting comfortable on his bed.
“I actually do.”, he said, raising an eyebrow.
And you knew this expression, by heart. Whenever Jungkook had an idea, a dare for you, he would raise his eyebrow, a malicious glint in his eyes. You and Jungkook would give each other dares since the beginning of your friendship, it’s started simple, but sometimes would get one of you in serious trouble. Like that time when Jungkook stole a lipstick, and almost got caught.
You two were really competitive, neither of you liked to lose. Both of you also hated admiting that you couldn’t do something, and Jungkook knew it.
“I’m all ears.”, you said, getting up on your elbow.
Jungkook sighed, getting up of his bed, “Nevermind, I don’t think you’ll be able to do it.”, he said. He back was facing you, and you knew he had his stupid little smirk on his face when you jumped up, “Excuse me ?”
He fully got up, rolling his sleeves, “I had an idea, but I think it’s too much for you. I’ll get my computer so we can watch a movie.”
Your mouth dropped, eyebrows raised. He knew how to push your buttons, but you couldn’t help it, grabbing his shirt before he could exit his bedroom. He turned around, trying to hide his obvious smile under a surprised look.
“Is it a dare ?”, you asked. He looked down at you, lightly biting his lips, nodding. “Bring it on.”, you said confident.
Jungkook chuckled, taking his desk chair, sitting in front of you. “I wanted to give you this dare last year, since it was my 18th birthday, but I wasn’t there and-”
“Okay Jungkook, just tell me.”, you said, playfully pushing the chair with your foot, but before you knew, Jungkook grabbed your ankle, bringing you closer to him.
The boy started to unbutton the top of his shirt, as you unconsciously pressed your thighs together.
“Give me a lapdance.”, he breathed.
And you stopped breathing for a second, looking at Jungkook’s devilish smile. So that’s what he wanted, you thought. On one hand, you didn’t know if it was better to refuse, and be the target of his jokes for a week or so. But on the other, you didn’t want to give him this satisfaction, you wanted to erase his smirk. And odly enough, the idea of giving him a lap dance didn’t repulse you, rather, you wanted him to moan and brag about it for weeks.
You snapped when he got up of his chair, he got caught off garde when you pushed him, hand flat on his torso. His smirk made its way back, streching his lips, his tongue on his canine tooth.
It’s just for the dare, that’s what you were repeating again and again, but you both knew that you wouldn’t do it if you didn’t want to. You placed your knees on each side of his hips, “At least give me some music.”, you whispered, as if you were afraid to talk.
Jungkook nodded, leaning forward to take his phone in his bed. His arm locked behind your back as he was also forcing you to lean backwards. His breath was ghosting over your hair, and somehow, his smirk was already fading.
He quickly unlocked his phone, his arm still around you, starting the music. The song started, and something immediatly changed in the air, you knew the song, the lyrics by heart and all the meaning behind it. Butterflies in your stomach, you started moving when you heard the voice of the singer. Your hips started slow movements over Jungkook’s crotch, your breath inching. You were focused on your best friend’s reaction, his eyes following your hips, lower lip caught between his teeth.
Your hands leaned on each side of Jungkook’s head, your head coming closer. Jungkook’s hand grabbed your hips, before you whispered, “I never said you were allowed to touch.”
He whined, fingers grabbing the arm rest. He was craving to feel your skin under his fingers tips, and guide your hips to move lower on his crotch. Unconsciously, you started humming the song, your lips dangerously close to his own.
Your hips started moving lower and lower, your closed heat lightly rubbing his jean. Your breath quicken as you slowly moved your hips back and forth. A smirk streching your lips when you saw Jungkook’s expression, digits still tightly grabbing the fabric of the chair, biting his lips, his eyes clouded with lust looking at you through his hair.
“How you feel about that ?”, you breathed, alongside the singer, before softly singing the beginning of the chorus, “Nae mameul jeoksyeojwo bi naeryeojwo memareuji anhge apeuji anhge.*”
Jungkook moaned, his chest falling and rising with every irregular breath. “Take it off.”, he asked, and he sounded wrecked. Continuing your movements, you grabbed his hands, placing them on your hips. You were expecting him to immidiatly take your shirt off, but his hands traveled under your shirt, feeling your skin and your following your movements. His fingers dragging along your side, making goosebumps rise, before he grabbed the end of the fabric.
The shirt was thrown somewhere on the floor, revealing your panties and bra. Jungkook’s hands went back on your hips, running up and down your sides. You were pressing your heat more and more on the obvious bulge forming underneath the boy’s jean, a shaky breath leaving his lips.
His arms locked behind your back, bringing you closer to his torso, his head dropping in the crook of your neck. His lips started leaving a trail of kisses on the side of your neck as the second song started. You paused to catch your breath, Jungkook’s head rising to look into your eyes at Jay Park’s first lines.
His hands forced you down, making you fully grind on him, a moan coming from your lips. One of his hand grabbed the back of your head, lips crashing on yours. His lips were soft, contrasting with how aggresively he was kissing you. His teeth captured your lower lip, tugging at it before letting it snap back. He wanted to beat you at your own game, his lips ghosting over your ear while he sang along, “What I wanna do yeah.”
Your body reacted, hips bucking, a broken moan tumbling from his lips. His hands grabbed the hem of your panties, making you more harder on him, “Just like that.”, he breathed.
Biting your lips, heart pounding, your shaky hands grabbed the buttons of his shirt, hastily opening them. You were craving to feel his skin against your palms, a shaky breath leaving your lips when Jungkook took the fabric off his shoulders.
The music was just a background noise, a blur, alongside everything that wasn’t Jungkook. Your hips were still moving, not following the song anymore, only following the moans of Jungkook, soon interrupted when his lips met yours again.
The song stopped, maybe another one started, but neither of you cared. Without breaking the kiss, Jungkook wrapped his arms in your back, getting up. You whined at the lost of friction, your hand tugging back your best friend’s fringe.
His head dropped back in the crook of your neck as the layed you down on his bed, teeth biting on your skin, making sure to leave a mark for you to remind for the days after.
The wetness between your legs was starting to feel uncomfortable but you punched the thought away, another part of you wanted to do something else. Jungkook was sucking on the skin of your collarbone, a moan escaping your lips, his body reacted, bucking his hips into yours with a groan.
All his torture and moans were making you dizzy, and you wanted him to feel as wrecked as you, your fingers quickly unbutonning his pants. Jungkook chuckled, his hand grabbing a jaw to make you look at him. “What are you doing ?”, he asked, clearly wanting to hear those filthy words coming out of your pretty mouth. You entered his game, looking at him dead in the eyes, “Let me suck you off.” He groaned, closing his eyes, before releasing your jaw.
He moved, letting you get up of the bed.
“Fuck, you’re such a good girl for me.”, he breathed, watching you drop on you, getting up on his feets to be in front of you. You whimpered, his words making your head spin, not helping your ruined panties.
You swiftly took off his pants, licking your lips at the sight. The tip was as red as his swollen lips, pre-cum leaking from it. Jungkook’s hand, wrapped around his base, pumping up and down.
His was looking at you through his fringe before his other hand pushed his hair back, lips parted. “Suck.”, he breathed.
Your hand wrapped around his base, as his grabbed your hair. Your lips wrapped around his tip, humming at he salty taste of his pre-cum. A moan tumbled from Jungkook’s lips, trying not to buck his hips. Coating his tip with saliva, sucking on it, you carefully watched as Jungkook threw his head back, his chest falling and rising at an irregular pace. His throat was exposed, revealing his Adam’s apple, bobbing up and down.
“Take all of it.”, he said through gritted teeth. You obliged, replacing your hand with your mouth. Breathing through your nose, you started bobbing your head up and down. You focused on Jungkook’s moans, filling the room.
Keeping your tongue flat against your best friend’s dick, you tried to relax your jaw as the boy’s hand left your hair to caress your cheek. His moans were growing louder as he was getting closer, accidently bucking his hips a few times.
You knew that he was getting closer to his high, and all you wanted to see was his face as he came, but he stopped you when you started moving your head faster.
“Stop, I don’t want to come now.”, he said, helping you get up.
He hand went back to your jaw, his lips crashing once again on yours. Both of you were fighting for dominance, before his hand cupped your closed heat, a gasp leaving your lips.
“Fuck, babygirl, you’re so wet.”, he groaned, tugging at you earlobe. You sighed, arms wrapping around his neck.
“Did I make you that wet ?”, he asked, digits tracing your closed folds.
You nodded, eyes closed, unable to talk.
“Words.”, he said, stopping his movements for a brief moments.
“Yes.”, you whimpered, legs trembling.
Jungkook chuckled, an arm supporting you. His lips ghosted over yours, and with a low voice, he asked. “You’re going to let me have my way, aren’t you ?”
You nodded, eyes as dark as his, before he continued, “Get on your hands and knees for me kitten.” And your breath got caught in your throat, skin burning, heat aching, you got on Jungkook’s bed. He didn’t move, watching in awe as you waited for him.
“Jungkook.”, you whined, getting his attention. He got behind you, hands grabbing your hips. “Yes babygirl ?”, he asked, playing with the hem of your panties.
“Do something.”, you begged, and you could hear the boy’s smirk as he spoke, “So impatient.”
His hands caressed your skin, before continuing, “You’ve been such a good girl for me, I guess I want make you beg for this time.”
Finally, he took your panties off, placing himself behind you, you could feel his dick rubbing between your folds.
“So, so wet.”, he whimpered to himself, looking down. You lost the feeling of his skin, hearing him open his drawer to get a condom.
Soon enough, his digits dugged back into the skin of your hips, sucking a breath he asked, “What do you want, say it and I’ll give it to you.”
“Fuck me.”, you said, bluntly, and that’s all he needed, pushing himself into you. You moaned at the feeling, craving to get your release. On the other hand, Jungkook kept his eyes closed, mind fogged with the feeling of your walls around him.
He started slowly, trying to contain himself, he hips rolling against yours. You needed more, backing against his hips, Jungkook groaned, his fingers probably leaving bruises on the soft skin of your hips.
He chuckled, breathlessly, “So earger.”
You only moaned, your hands giving up when the boy started slamming in and out. Moans filling the room, you had to grip something, taking a fist full of the sheets. You were moaning into the matress, trying to muffle them, but Jungkook wasn’t having it.
One of hand traveled up your back, fingertips tracing your arched spine, before grabbing your hair. Pulling you into him, his arm arm wrapped around your stomach, his head droppping in the crook of your neck.
“I want everyone to hear who’s making you feel so good.”, he groaned, his finger drawing fingers on your clint. Eyes closed, the feeling was overwhelming, taking over all your senses. Mouth agape, you couldn’t care less, letting the moans tumbling from your lips.
Jungkook was a mess, moaning and groaning near your ear, he was getting closer, his breath short and uneven.
“Are you gonna cum for me ?” he asked, and you moaned, fingers intertwining with his hair. “So close.”, you breathed.
His thrusts grew harder, hitting a particular spot, and soon enough, your body gave up, a loud moan escaping your lips. Closing your eyes, your fingers probably leaving scratch marks in the back of Jungkook’s neck, you came around him.
“I’m gonna cum, so hard.”, he whined.
You knew he was holding himself, and he came in the condom right after, a loud moan filling the room as he fucked you through your orgasm, his breath heavy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”, he cried out, his forehead on your shoulder. You collapsed on the bed, Jungkook following beside you, a layer of sweat clear on each other’s skin.
“Well, happy birthday.”, you said, making Jungkook chuckle, playfully hiting your arm before hugging you from behind.
“He hates me,” Bitty moaned, flopping on his couch. Holster was raiding his kitchen, listening to his rant about Jack Zimmermann.
“I don’t even know what I did wrong! Maybe it was because I told him that he played a hard game last night the first time he came into the bakery? All he does is glare at me and say stuff like ‘Eric, the coffee is too sweet,’ or ‘Eric, you need more protein.’”
“Brah, maybe Zimmermann just has a total resting bitch face,” said Holster as he pulled out a leftover pie from Bitty’s fridge. “Guy seems fucking intense. At least he’s good for business.”
“He keeps on glaring at me! And he comes in, like, three times a week. Orders a coffee and just drinks it in his corner, ignores my attempts at conversation even though, mind you, he has already said some pretty rude stuff!”
“The guy’s a celebrity, he probably has his head so far in his ass and doesn’t care about shit, and also just wants some privacy. Bits, you haven’t been taking pictures of him and posting it on twitter have you?” Holster asked, alarmed.
Bitty gasped, “Adam Birkholtz! I would never!”
“Then just treat him like an antisocial customer, he can’t be the only one going to the bakery who doesn’t want conversation and just wants service and food,” Holster said, dropping down next to Bitty on the couch with two tins of pie.
“I know,” Bitty sighs. “He’s just…so handsome. And he was so nice to Nursey when that fool tripped. And he tips generously. And he’s just so gorgeous, even when he’s glaring at me and speaking in grunts whenever I ask him how his day has been. I just want him to like me!”
Holster navigated the TV to a rerun of Golden Girls and handed Bitty one of the pie tins. “I think that’s your problem. You’re an amazing person, Bits, but maybe you can be a bit too friendly for resting bitch face robozoid Zimmermann. Maybe stop asking him about his day and just let him chill.”
Genre: Angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au
Pairing: Reader x Hoseok
Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.
A long time ago, I worked at a big-box store, pulling boxes off trucks, stacking them on pallets, and sending the pallets out to the sales floor to stock. It was hot, tiring, and not particularly fun, but they paid me, so that was good enough.
I had a coworker that those of us in the warehouse liked to call Crackhead. Crackhead wasn’t really a bad guy, but his choice of vice was really beginning to affect those around him. Unfortunately, he had an industrious, git-‘er-done attitude, which management absolutely loved; if a supervisor told him to run head-first into a brick wall, he’d do it with a smile. Which, I suppose, isn’t all that bad either, at least as far as management is concerned. Except… “charging head-first into a brick wall” was his go-to strategy. If the boxes on the beat-up conveyor belt got stuck, his solution was to shove as hard as he could, slamming the boxes into each other until something broke or fell off and everything started moving again. Of all the breakage we experienced that wasn’t broken in transit, 90% of it was from Crackhead. We lost gallons of paint because he wanted to know what the bottom of the paint box looked like. We lost a case of shampoo because he opened it to see what it smelled like, and dropped it on the cement floor. We even lost our lunch hour once because he somehow broke the time-clock so we couldn’t clock in or out for lunch, and told management that everyone had “totally had taken lunch already” and “oh man, those guys are so lazy, they want two lunch breaks.”
Armin: After being attacked by a group of titans that suddenly appeared
within Wall Rose, the cadets of 104th Survey Corps (including Reiner Braun and
Bertolt Hoover) have met up with the Eren Yeager’s troop. While resting on top
of the wall, Reiner and Bertolt confessed that they were titan-shifters. Using
the outstanding power of the Armored and Colossal titans, Reiner and Bertolt
captured Eren and Ymir and fled for the forest of giant trees within Wall
Maria, where they were planning to recover and wait until night falls to avoid
facing the titans scattered around the area.
Reiner: *heavy breathing* We’ve finally made it to here… Bertolt, how
is Eren? Bertolt: Just like Ymir, he’s still unconscious. R: I see. It’s no wonder - both of his arms were gone when I ripped him
out of his titan’s nape. I doubt he’ll be able to go on a rampage when he wakes
up. It was so much harder to deal with him than I had imagined though. B: Yeah. R: I didn’t expect him to use those fighting techniques. I used to hold
back on him during the hand-to hand combat training. B: Maybe he used some of Annie’s techniques? They often trained
together. R: Whatever the case, we only captured Eren thanks to you. I wouldn’t
have made it without you. B: It was only because you, Reiner, lured him to the perfect spot and
gave me a signal. I had nothing to do with that. R: No, you have the strongest abilities of all. You don’t need to wait
for my instructions all the time. You should act on your own, at least a
little! B: Right… R: Ok… I think we should put on the vertical maneuvering equipment we
took. It’s swarming with titans down there. B: If that crowd attacks us, even with our titan powers we won’t be able
to reach the wall, especially if we have to carry Eren and Ymir with us. R: It means we’ll have to wait until night falls. We don’t have any food
or water, and we haven’t slept since yesterday – we’ve been fighting without
any shut-eye. But we won’t let them devour us! B: Yeah… R: It’s just a little bit more… We’ll survive and return home, no matter
what it takes. B: Yes, we’ll return! We’ve at least made it this far. R: So traitors, huh? … B: It can’t be helped! We aren’t soldiers, we’re warriors! That’s who we
always were! R: I know that, but… what will Connie, Jean and the rest say when they
find out? B: Reiner… you’ve spent too much time living together with those guys! I
mean, of course you’d feel this way, we’ve spent 3 long years there, after all! R: Yeah… I guess you’re right… we’ve been through harsh training together,
we’ve had conversations about everything, we even promised to all go out
drinking together if we all managed to get out of it alive… B: Yes. R: Oh man, Bertolt, the way they predicted the weather based on the
unbelievable poses you made while sleeping! I still remember the “garrison
officer is searching for the toilet” one! What a masterpiece! I’ve never
laughed that hard in my entire life! B: When I woke up, I couldn’t tell why everyone was on the floor
laughing… *chuckles* R: So many memories… B: Yeah… But… it’s all in the past now. R: True… You’re right… It’s all in the past… It’s all over–No. We have
to end this with our own hands. B: Yes! R: Hey, Bertolt… do you regret it? B: You just said it yourself – we have to fulfill our duty, even if we
don’t know what’s right and what’s wrong. We have to stay true as warriors and
follow through on the decisions we’ve made until the bitter end. R: Yeah. B: Our fate was decided 5 years ago when we breached the wall and took
all those lives… no, even before that – when we were sent on this mission. R: You’re right. Somebody had to do it. B: Of course, nobody does this because they want to. R: Bertolt… B: When I was pretending to be a soldier, I could escape from what I’d
done for just a little while… I really could think of them all as my friends.
You feel the same, don’t you, Reiner?: Yeah… R: Yeah… B: Not all of our words were lies… I know it may sound like a silly
excuse. But it’s not surprising that they’ve labeled us traitors now. We’re not
the people they used to know! R: You’re right… There’s no point in dwelling upon what’s already
happened. We can’t and won’t turn back now. B: Yeah. That’s why we have to fulfill our mission as warriors and
return home! R: Yes, we’ll do it, no matter what it takes!
Armin: In a few hours, Ymir regained consciousness, and then Eren
followed suit, as well.
So you know how owls don’t need an address to find the person the letter is addressed to? What if these owls were even cleverer than that?
Imagine Draco, sometime after the war, sitting alone in his flat and not knowing what to do with himself. He feels so empty, but on the other hand, there’s so much he wants to say. But who should he talk to? There’s nobody there. So he just begins writing his thoughts down. Sometimes it’s little poems. Sometimes it’s like he’s writing a journal. And sometimes he writes letters, addressed to no one. He keeps writing every day and whenever he’s finished, he puts the piece of parchment onto the little pile on his desk, where he keeps all his personal writing.
If Draco had been paying more attention, he would have noticed that this pile wasn’t getting any bigger. It stays exactly the same, because his sneaky little owl delivers one per day to the person she thought could help Draco the most.
When she lands on her usual windowsill on Number 12 Grimmauld Place, the window is already open and Harry is smiling at her with a treat in his hand.
“You’re very punctual,” he murmurs as he strokes her feathers. He carefully takes the piece of parchment out of her beak and smiles as she starts nibbling at her treat. Harry suspects Malfoy still doesn’t know that his owl is bringing him these letters.
Harry had been puzzled himself at first, but it hadn’t taken him long to figure out who had written these. After that, he had tried to talk to the owl, tried to explain to her that she must have gotten the wrong address, because surely this wasn’t meant for him.
But the owl had come back every day, bringing Harry another piece of parchment and Harry had found himself mesmerized by them. The poems were heart-wrenching, Malfoy talking about his day made Harry want to go over there and talk to him. But he doesn’t dare. He would have to admit, he read Malfoy’s most inner thoughts without his consent. And Harry doubts, the Malfoy he would be facing would be the same as the Malfoy in these letters.
Sighing, Harry settles down on the couch and begins to read today’s owl post.
I had a dream last night. It wasn’t one of my usual nightmares, but I guess you could still call it that, because this will very likely haunt me for the rest of my days. It was about him. We were younger, much younger. We were on the Quidditch pitch, but not as enemies. We were just flying together, laughing together. It was so strange to see him like this. His eyes didn’t hold the resentment I am used to. He was looking at me like I was his whole world. It still hurts to think about it now. The worst part, however, was the way he cupped my cheeks and smiled at me, right before he kissed me. I could still feel his lips on mine when I woke up. I wasn’t even sure if I had been dreaming or not for a second. Then, reality crashed down on me again. Sometimes, I wonder what would happen if he knew. If he had known back then. I’m not sure if it would have made a difference. All he ever did was hate me, just as much as I pretended to hate him. I regret he never saw the truth. All I ever wanted was him. And for one night, my mind granted me that wish. However, I hope it doesn’t happen again. Only if my mind decides to let me dream forever.
Harry feels dizzy when he puts the letter down. It’s true, he never saw the truth, never even knew there was a truth to be seen. He had never thought to look beyond their fighting and mutual obsession. Never thought it could mean something else entirely.
But over the past few weeks, he discovered a whole different side of Malfoy and thereby discovered something about himself. He wants to take Malfoy’s pain away. Maybe he’s been wanting to do that for a while. And now, Harry knows he can.
He jumps up from the couch and locks eyes with the owl, still sitting on the windowsill.
“You clever little thing,” he whispers to her, as he strokes her feathers one more time. She hoots happily, as if encouraging Harry to hurry up. So he does. He hurries out the door, to apparate to Malfoy’s flat. He has no idea how he will do it and how long it will take Malfoy to believe Harry’s intentions are genuine, but it doesn’t matter.
He will do everything he can to make Draco Malfoy’s dreams come true.
Author’s Note: I’m sorry guys. I’ve got two series to continue but this man is killing me. I couldn’t stop myself from doing this so I hope you like it. Dishonour on you, Mr. Stan.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader.
Warnings: Bearded Sebastian, 18+ (If you are a minor, go away), NSFW, Oral Sex (I mean, OF COURSE), Language, Unprotected sex (Wrap it! Use a condom!), .
You groaned as Natasha pressed her knee on your chest, sending you to the mat. Your muscles ached and you knew there would be new bruises the following day.
Your friend looked at you from above, a smirked on her plump and perfect lips. You snored and accepted the hand she was offering you, standing up. On the other side of the room you heard the noise of objects being broken as Wanda used her powers.
You three were the only inhabitants in the Tower at that time along with Tony. He had refused to go with the rest of the time to a mission, argumenting he was too old for that. Nat had replied that maybe he should give the Iron Man suit to a younger man and he had looked daggers at her.
“If Capsicle is able to do it, I can”
“Yeah, the only difference is that even though he’s ninety-something, he looks and feels like a twenty-something young man” You had added, sipping your drink.
“Okay, you two won’t stay in my Tower anymore”
And there you were. That day Scott would bring Cassie as he had to go somewhere to a mission that you didn’t recall. It didn’t matter. The little girl loved the team.
“So…what do you say?” Natasha started as she took her bag. “Party on Saturday?”
“Yeah, why not? Let’s have a girls’ night now they’re gone”
Hey everyone!! Sorry for uploading this so late, I’ve had a really busy day! Thank you for all your recs this week, I couldn’t include them all so if your rec isn’t on this post it will most likely be on next week’s list :)
Rec’d by anonymous: over and over by Ceta, Teen, 24k Victor meets Yuuri in a bathroom. They hit it off from there.
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Rec’d by @ria-channn : The blood in our veins by Ria_channn, Gen, 1.1k (WIP) When Victor Nikiforov, first prince of St. Petersburg sneaked out with his personal attendant and best friend out of the palace to attend a commoners’ party, he doesn’t expect to get swept off of his feet by a drunk Japanese man.
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Rec’d by anonymous: The Devil Wears Gucci by Multiple_Universes, Mature, 23k (WIP) Christophe Giacometti watched the new interviewee walk out of Victor’s office. Everything about him was wrong from the clothes and the haircut to his general attitude and walk. At the same time there was something naïve about him and Chris was prepared to bet that he’d just graduated from college. “Who is that sad little person?” he asked Victor. “Are we doing a before and after piece I don’t know about?”
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Rec’d by @fisukisuki : Fire series by IllyasJames, M-E, 9.7k College the time to have fun and be wild. At least that is Phichit’s intention. So being paired with a roommate who rather stays in was not what he had thought. Then again he is a minor, so having one that doesn’t party did mean he couldn’t get drunk either. So when he finds out that Yuuri does know how to party you can’t blame him for dragging him to a party off campus. Maybe he should have been more adamant in asking why Yuuri never drank before.
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Rec’d by anonymous and anonymous: To Boldly Goby xylophones, Teen, 29k A year in the life of badass science officer Yuuri Katsuki, Captain Viktor “Team Mom” Nikiforov, and simultaneously the best crew and worst crew in Starfleet history.
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Rec’d by anonymous: Golden Sun and Midnight Moonby DiamondWinters, Gen, 9.5k (WIP) Golden Sun Café opened early every day, 5am to be exact. The owner, one Victor Nikiforov was an early riser. Always up with the sun, rain or shine. He’d have freshly ground coffee pipping hot and ready to go the moment those doors opened.Yuuri Katsuki owns a nightclub called the Midnight Moon and typically sleeps all day, just to work all night. Save for the one morning when he needs a little pick-me-up to take care of some business needs during business hours.
Rec’d by @paxohana : Say You’ll Never Let Me Go by Clarinda0110, Gen, 6.5k Yuuri’s a dime a dozen artist, who had never sold a single piece of his work. In a last ditch effort to make it, Yuuri creates a statue out of marble. A vision of a man that has come to Yuuri in his dreams. He calls him Viktor. What happens when you’re handed your dream and you find out that you don’t want it.
Rec’d by anonymous: Pancakes in the Morning by ajwolf, Teen, 5.3k A year ago Yuuri drank 16 glasses of Champagne and ended up in bed with Viktor. He didn’t know what to call what they had now, but he should have known better then to fall in love with a playboy. A year ago Viktor fell in love with the shy wallflower who had asked him to dance and then seduced him on the pole. He should have told him he loved him.
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Rec’d by @artdefines06: Fatum ad Momentum by maydei, Teen, 42k (WIP) These are the moments that were lost in the rush for the Gold, and the things that were built within them. A re-evaluation of everything, from day one, the real day one. From, “Be my coach, Victor!!” And how trust, friendship, and love were built from there. Through Victor’s eyes, the story unfolds—the journey and experience of knowing Yuuri.
Rec’d by @omgkatsudonplease and anonymous: The Suffering of Potya by kiaronna, Teen, 3.8k At first, Potya believes he’s going to the veterinarian. This means a great deal of cursing from Yuri, as he tries to unsuccessfully lure Potya into the pet carrier. But as in all things, his human wins, and Yuri stalks out the door with carrier in hand, only twenty minutes late. Potya accepts his fate. Soon, he realizes greater horrors are in store for him: Yuri’s dropped him off with the dopey poodle couple, the snuggly and curly bastards.
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Rec’d by anonymous: Write Me In C Major by Thehobbem, Teen, 55k (WIP) Victor Nikiforov has just won his fifth GP and Worlds gold medals and doesn’t know where to go from here - but falls in love with Katsuki Yuuri’s music at first hearing. Meanwhile, Yuuri is just trying to bounce back from (what he thinks is) a series of flops when his idol shows up with absurd requests.
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Rec’d by anonymous: The Structure of Trust by Axlaida, Teen, 52k After a mission went horribly wrong, ex-CIA agent Yuuri Katsuki needed a career change, and Private Security was recommended by his former boss, Celestino Cialdini. Now trained as a bodyguard, Yuuri wants to overcome his past mistake and planned to take on his first assignment with confidence.When he heard that famous figure skating coach Yakov Feltsman had received multiple threats over the coming months and was the client to his first assignment, he was thankful that he hadn’t been assigned to bodyguard the coach. Yet, he never imagined he’d be hired as Victor Nikiforov’s bodyguard.
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Rec’d by @fullmetalkarneval13 : Hopelessly Devoted by nerdlife4eva, Mature, 13k As Yuuri adjusts to life in Russia as Viktor continues to be excited about the progression of their relationship. When Buzzfeed requests their participation in a love-themed Valentine’s Day couples article, Victor jumps at the chance, dragging a reluctant (but loving) Yuuri along with him.
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Rec’d by anonymous and anonymous: clean up on aisle five by alipiee, Gen, 5.3k (In which Viktor finds any excuse he can to see the cute boy who works at the supermarket
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Rec’d by @hawsome : Radiance by hawesome_writes_poorly, Gen, 5k In Zemlya, many people can aspire to become students of magic. Stars were the greatest mystery of anything within the magical ranks. No longer did anyone go into magic hoping to grow a star like most magicians did thousands of years ago. It was easier to charge common-folk for potions and spells than to do the impossible. To even witches, the dream of growing a star was an impossible fairytale. But then Yuri fell from the heavens.
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Rec’d by anonymous: For Anything by Harky21, Gen, 6.4k The last year skating and living with Victor has felt like a dream to Yuuri. When Victor gets injured at the Grand Prix Finals, the two learn that love and support mean more than any medal ever could.
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Rec’d by anonymous: Fragile, Handle With Care by vodkawrites, Teen, 17k (WIP) The Pen Pal AU where Victor and Yuuri are pen pals but neither know who the other person really is that no one ever asked for.
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Rec’d by anonymous: The Tsesarevich lives! by mtothedestiel, Explicit, 44k (WIP) Victor is an orphan with no name, no family, and no memory of a time before he was ten years old. Could he really be the missing Nikiforov heir? An adventure across Europe with two conmen will lead him to the answer.
Rec’d by @yuurioniceismylife : Bound to Please by paxton1976, Mature, 40k (WIP) By a small twist of Fate, Viktor and Yuuri meet in the Katsuki’s secondhand bookstore ‘Bound to Please’. Friendship comes fast as they offer something the other has never experienced before. As they strengthen and grow individually, they realize the other holds the pieces to make them whole.
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Rec’d by anonymous: Canoe-dling: Not Prohibited by shereadsthestars, Mature, 12k Yuuri is a seasoned counselor at Camp Okenoko who thought he was in for just another run of the mill, shenanigan filled summer with his friends. But he could not have been more wrong as he’s inevitably blindsided by the newest arrival. Enter one Viktor Nikiforov, who’s got the charms and good looks to woo whomever he pleases, and who’s interest is instantly peaked by none other than, Yuuri Katsuki.
Rec’d by @fiorelilyicecastle : All things must die (except you and I) by Fiorelily, Mature, 24k (WIP) Yuuri is used to being the creepy God of Death in the corner that no one dares talk to. He’s the harbinger to end all things and the world’s sorrow lands on his doorstep with every new shade. When the God of Spring, with his shining smile and silver-minted hair, tramples on the God of Death’s moment, the Unseen one’s wrath is terrible. Even worse is when Viktor creates an eternal spring of life to fly in the face of Yuuri’s entire purpose.
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Rec’d by anonymous: The Selection by Galloping_Monroe, Mature, 70k (WIP) Returning home on the tail end of an injury that ends his dancing career, Yuri Katsuki is trying to find his future again. As a Five, he knows his options are limited, but when he finds an invitation to Crown Prince Victor Nikiforov’s Selection, he is convinced by a friend to apply.He never thought he’d be Selected. When he is, he finds that his world is changed forever, and that the Crown Prince is not exactly what he’d expected.
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Rec’d by anonymous: Kintsugi by witchbane, Explicit, 78k (WIP) ***Graphic depictions of violence (check the tags!) Yuuri Katsuki is a hitman burdened with a debt he can never repay. His target: Viktor Nikiforov, next Pakhan to one of the most dangerous families in the Russian mafia.When the two are drawn into a treacherous alliance after a mission gone wrong, the bonds of love and loyalty to family and duty begin to unravel—even as they get more tangled up in each other.
ummm … why was this video so cute??? why was phil offering up nostalgic stories from his childhood every 3 minutes? why were they so fond of the family bonding time? of picking childrens clothing for dab???? ive not felt true emotions during a sims vid in so long??????? ? anyway here r some thoughts:
why did they try to make bowling strike noises for 30 actual whole seconds
phil dragging dan for not being able to read the word ‘mirage.’ good
the fact that phil kinda sorta equated the connotations of ’mate’ and ‘friend’ with ‘partner’ gave me heart palpitations ahhhhh partner is legit my fav word for what dnp are to each other and to hear it used in the same context as phil’s cheeky use of friend/mate was v affirming
apparently a typical dad move, according to phil, is stealing your child’s electronics. when phil got his first iPhone his dad took it and put angry birds on it? for some reason this is vital information to me
letting your child have cake on the bed is terrible parenting. both of them agree
when phil was a kid he had a toy where you rubbed its back and sparks came out. uhhh cute and also concerning
phil singing ‘fireman dan’ made me giggle and simultaneously forced me to reminisce on the fireman pic from their ‘dan and phil go to work’ calendar
the wholeeeeee bit where they’re looking through dab’s clothing choices made my heart melt. they are so supportive of eccentric fashion choices and they’re def going to be the dads that let their kids pick out their own clothes and support their choices and their individuality no matter what
omg 4:51 and phil saying, ‘you can make references that are old dan’ holy shit this bit. once again i love phil not taking dan’s shit and i love how fucking synchronized that god damn joke noise they make is, like they somehow made them at nearly the exact same microsecond??? and i have so many thoughts about this bc they both tend to make that noise when the other messes up or says something wrong or has a word flub of some sort, and it has always struck me as being something they use to dilute the awkwardness of that kind of misspeak??? like to take the attention away from the misspeak itself and draw each other out of the awkwardness of that moment by making each other laugh w this weird goose noise instead?? which is just??? fucking cute? i feel like in this instance the applicability was that dan didn’t have a retort to phil when phil stood up for himself so instead of just staying awkwardly silent he makes this goose noise (v slightly before phil does) as a way of being like lol this is awk i have nothing to say pls help me here and phil v instinctively/automatically follows as a way of joining in and being like it’s all good, you’re good, this is chill, pls don’t feel awk for not coming up w a witty response, and look now we’re laughing!!! and that’s the purpose that noise generally always serves them?? at least it seems that way to me, but idk like obvi i have no real basis for understanding exactly what the origin and meaning of this reflex is for them, this is sort of just how it seems from the many instances we’ve seen of them doing this. either way overall it’s just such a cute and warm lil thing they do bc its so obvi instinctive at this point and a shared gesture that makes them laugh and i love it
phil wasn’t allowed ripped/distressed jeans when he was younger. those traditionalist lesters staying true to their colors
dan thinks phil could be a stylist wow that is like the height of praise coming from the dark prince of fashion himself
dan thinks its cute when dab is in the parental bed while phil yells ‘get out’ hahahaha
phil used to talk to the monster under his bed bc of course he did
ok omg the whole bit starting at 9:30. holy shit y’all. i’m baffled. they’re having what seems like a v benign convo about sleepovers during their youth and talking about the frustrations of having to sleep on the floor and dan says “the older you get, the more you’re like what the hell i’m so uncomfortable i wish i was just asleep right now.” and then wATCH HIM from 9:38 to 9:42 like what is he doing why did he follow up that contextually very chill statement with that intense stare into the camera and pointed sip of his water I’m SO confused. this immediately made me think about double meanings to that statement and the main thing that occurred to me was that it was an allusion to their separate beds,, that the older you get the more you value comfort when you’re sleeping over the fun of having a “sleepover with your friend” and one possible fix for that is sleeping in a separate bed to your “””friend”””???? idk??? am v open to other interpretations tho i have no idea, and like of course maybe dan is just being inadvertently cheeky but idk that jst seemed like SUCH an intentional stare and i am going to be kept up at night wondering what it all MEANS
dank brekkerini dan’s right i want to fight him for that
phil’s grandma used to cut up apples and sprinkled sugar on them depending on the activities they were doing wow why is his whole family quite literally the sweetest
phil correcting dan by pointing out that you could always cook a gourmet meal and dan’s only available response being “well … shut up” wow fucking shots fired
dan is incensed at the wasted breakfast bar. why is dan literally obsessed w breakfast bars
12:56 another synchronized moment when they both say brayden in an obnoxious attempt at an american accent
i love that they are both immediately in agreement that the only reason to go to a bowling alley would be to play on the ddr machine fuckin nerds
martyn worked as a mascot at a bowling alley for his work experience prime lester family trivs. also cute ass mental image
their shared reflection about bowling with the bumpers up and the dumb toxic masculinity of teenage boys fuCK YES
editing mistake numero uno: they overlaid a backing track for tabitha’s bowling turn starting at 14:27 but then kept the music in for like a full THREE AND A HALF minutes omg (it plays on repeat until 17:57 lmao i was ready to click out of the video it was so annoying)
editing mistake numero dos: they do the exACT SAME THING with yet another backing track starting at 19:57 and continuing for like one min this time ugh omg (tbh its kind of fun to see such a blatant reminder that they’re just human beings who were either v jet lagged or v distracted by their fam vacay while editing this)
this video was good. i’m gonna go shower and continue to be haunted by that fucking sleepover comment and dan’s stare. good night
Warnings: angst!, a tiny bit of violence, swear words, alcohol
Summary: Being Bucky’s best friend (after Steve of course) gets a lot of perks - but being in love with him WHILE being his best friend means that your adoration must be kept a secret. That also means you have to silently endure every single encounter with women he has whether he tells you or you see it for yourself.
A/N: So this one shot is based on the Amy Shark song “Adore You” (she speaks to me on so many levels!) and I just really wanted a Bucky fic for it because he’d be absolutely clueless to someone adoring him like this…I also kind of skipped over the “oh look at him I’m in love with him” fluffy stuff and I just focused on the couple of days leading up to the point reader can’t take it anymore. I like the angst - it fuels me *evil laugh*
Y/F/I = Your First Initial
I’m just gonna stand with my bag hanging off my left arm
I’m just gonna walk home kicking stones at parked cars
But I had a great night ‘cause you kept rubbing against my arm
I’m just gonna stand with my bag hanging off my left arm
You hugged Wanda and Nat, giving small waves to the boys, before turning to Bucky.
“Hey B, I’m going to head back to the tower. The mission took a bigger toll on me than I thought.” You made a show of rubbing your neck, hoping the sadness in your eyes would be mistaken for exhaustion.
Bucky turned away from the young, curvy brunette tucked under his arm, his smile fading as his eyes scanned over you with concern. He didn’t move away from her, nor did you move any closer, instead you gripped the strap of your bag hard, until your knuckles were white, in an effort to ignore the pain radiating through your chest.
“Are you sure? Did you want me to come with you?”
You gave serious thought to saying yes, knowing he’d probably give the woman a kiss and get her phone number before following you out of the bar, talking your ear off about how she was this and that. All the while, you would be fighting the anger and nausea bubbling up your throat, fighting back the urge to scream at him to shut up about her and every other woman, just fighting to keep your face neutral as you listened to the love of your life pine after any and every other woman but you.
Characters: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Sister!Reader / Friend!Reader, Bobby, John
Length: 1663+ words
TW: Suicide. Depression. Abandonment. Dean being a jerk.
A/N: Another word vomit that I did when I couldn’t sleep last week. I just had the idea in my head for the whole night, and I knew if I didn’t write it down, I wouldn’t be able to remember it the next morning. So, here it is! Feedback is encouraged!
The thing about the Winchester family was that they collect family like one would collect dolls. They have a lot of family around the State, any of them willing to do anything for the brothers. They always had a saying.
Family doesn’t end in blood.
Except it does. They can say it as many times as they want, but there isn’t anything they wouldn’t do for the family. Their blood family.
You were 4 when you were collected by John, and shipped off to Bobby’s. You were basically raised alongside the brothers from then on. Sam being a year older than you, and his brother, Dean, being 5 years older than you.
You were 5 when Dean ran out of breakfast. Bobby, and John were gone on a hunt, leaving 10 year-old Dean in charge. There was half a single granola bar left, and he looked uneasily between you and Sam, both of you had complained about being hungry. He gave you a strange look, and even though you were 5, you knew what it meant. Afterall, John gave you the same look when he told you why you can’t come home to your parents. It was also the same look that Bobby gave you when you asked about your parents. The look of guilt. You turned away, not being able to handle the fact that his decision had already been made when he was 4, and the responsibility of Sam’s livelihood was thrusted into his hands.
“Not hungry,” you mumbled, despite your roaring stomach. Sam’s eyes lit up with glee as he snatched the snack from his brother’s hand, and you can see Dean’s face visibly relax.
“Sammy’s my responsibility. You understand, right?” Dean asked, a hopeful smile on his face.
You gave him a nod, hopping off the chair, and went back to your bed, hoping you can sleep away the hunger.