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My Way - Chapter 01

Description: Jungkook doesn’t appreciate your boyfriend’s insistence that he stop sleeping with you and he knows just how to prove that you like it his way.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, some underlying angst

Word Count: 9,324

Warnings: Fuckboy!Jungkook, Dom!Jungkook, infidelity, rough sex, thigh riding, very light breath play, gratuitous and shamelessly self-indulgent bragging via sext

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serenity0220  asked:

Any chance you could please find some that Yuuri and Victor are married, but no one knows they are AU. Like, "Victor is a famous skater and he's married, but no one has a clue who his husband" is kind scenario? Thank you!

Hi! Thanks for these requests! This is a really fun AU! (Most of these fics are based off @skygemspeaks post which you can find here!

Originally posted by asparagusoup

Identity Reveal

Who is Coach Yuuri? by glitteryimagay, Teen, 24k
Nix, Fish and Frankie were over the moon when they were told they were chosen by skating legend Victor Nikiforov himself to be taught at his rink in America. But upon arriving, they are informed Victor was asked last minute to be the choreographer for the Olympic US Skating Team and instead, they will be taught by the rink’s head coach, who they know nothing about! This is great!

The Internet Exists For a Reason by tomorrowsdreams, Teen, 2.8k
Katsuki Yuuri amazes people even without them knowing who he really is. Thumbs up!

Comfort Zone by BertholdvonMoosburg, Gen, 8.9k
Yuuri decides to go back to school. He’d really like to experience being normal again for a while, and he wants friends, not more fans.It’s hard to keep two lives separate. Love this!

Yuuri Katsuki, MA by BertholdvonMoosburg, Teen, 10k
Two years. Two years she’d known Yuuri Katsuki, since that welcome reception where he’d looked so uncomfortable and she’d invited him to the pub. He had been a mystery at first, friendly but closed off. When he finally let her into his life, she found a real friendship with this warm, expressive, gentle man. And with his warm, expressive, extra-as-fuck husband. Thumbs up!

My fun fact is: by stillmadaboutpetra, Gen, 6.3k
Yuuri fails to mention to his new non-skater friends who he is or who his husband is. Or that he even has a husband. HAHAH THIS IS GREAT

Ethical Dilemmas in Sport Psychology: When Googling Your Friend Gets Weird by Adrianners, Teen, 1.5k
Grad student Yuuri is late to his study group, but nobody has his phone number or university email. One “Yuuri Katsuki Wayne State” Google search later and… Why does Yuuri have a Wikipedia page? Awesome fic!

Showing Results for ‘Katsuki Yuuri’ by Ferrero13, Gen, 3.9k
Victor makes it his goal to get Katsuki Yuuri, figure skater, to the first page of Google results. There is no way he could let such a brilliant skater be overshadowed by Katsuki Yuuri, winner of some stuffy academic medal, who is probably 50 and balding. I LOVE THIS FIC SO SO SO MUCH

A Real Life Cinnamon Roll by Seito, 2.1k
Yuuri Katsuki’s students knew three things about their new teacher:
1) he was adorable
2) he was extremely passionate about teaching them
3) based off the lovesick expression he often wore, his wife was a lucky woman. I LOOOOVE THIS FIC

How do you not know? by missykristy, Teen, 4.5k
Yuuri Nikiforov-Katsuki, after retiring from competitive skating at 27, decides to go back to school and build on top of his Communications degree. He becomes the Teaching Assistant to a first year Japanese class and is more than happy to stay silent about his career. But honestly, a quick Google search and he’s there. How could you not know? Fun read!

And the answer is… by nessiesaur, Gen, 1.5k
Yuuri Katsuki is adorable, but also one of the most mature people in their class. Yuuri Katsuki is in her study group, which definitely saved her ass on the midterm. Yuuri Katsuki is…wait, who is he!?

A Prince in Disguise by lourthor, Gen, 5.1k
The one thing his classmates know about him for sure is that he loves his husband. Such a good fic!

Long time no see by ddugeun, Gen, 4.8k
“Mum? What’s wrong?” he might be 27 and retired, but his anxiety never gets easier about the smaller things.
“Yuuri! Oh, don’t worry, nothing’s wrong!” Hiroko chirped through the speakers. It’s not quite enough to quell his nervous thoughts just yet. “I got a letter for you in the post; it looked quite important so I opened it incase it was time sensitive, and it turns out it’s a high school reunion invite!” High school reunion AU… you have to read this!

icebreaker by Cesare, Gen, 6.1k
Marianne gets to know Yuuri Katsuki mainly because she never heard the name “Yuuri” before their class together. AWESOME fic!

five theories about victor “my husband” nikiforov (+ one fact) by dadvans, Not Rated, 2.1k
No one knows the truth about the strange, well-paying man who comes into the bar three times a week and only talks about his husband. But everyone has their theories. Rec’d by my followers!

love thy neighbor (1)

Originally posted by kookieminnies

characters: jungkook x reader, jimin 

genre: smut, fluff, angst(?)

warnings: language, roughness, smut, oral, mxm references, 

Jeon Jungkook was a pain in your ass but, you would never wish the crushing pain of heartbreak on anyone.

a/n: basically,, u live in an apartment. jungkook lives above u and is loud and annoying. then things happen. i’ve been working on this one for a whileee and i’m actually proud of it so i hope u guys like it :)) there are TWO parts idk when two is being posted but im working!! leave me feedback plz

Your right eye seemed to be twitching again—the second time within an hour. Your fingers harshly dug into the side of your phone, putting your volume as high as it could go. The soothing beats and vocals from your favorite artist—that seemed to always get you through your all nighters—did nothing to block out the loud footsteps and steady tempo from above you. You groaned, slamming your pencil down on top of your notebook, a few flashcards scattering from the impact.

As often as this happened you still couldn’t get used to it. The college aged boy living above you seemed to always have enough energy to run a marathon—which is what you expected he did during his free time—always stomping around and blasting a mixture of music ranging in different genres.

The first time you were disturbed by his loud music and heavy feet was a week after you moved into the cozy apartment. You were trying to catch a nap after hours of unpacking but every time your eyes closed, a booming bass would force them open. After an internal debate with yourself, you marched upstairs, banging on the door like a madwoman. When the door swung open, you weren’t expecting a man so handsome to answer.

You could recall that day so well. He was wearing a white tee—something you noticed he wore quite often— blue jeans and had a pair of bright neon socks covering his feet. His eyes were large and a warm mocha brown, almost distracting you from the sweet bunny smile plastered on his face.

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We’re baddasses now! We’re big badasses and we came to rescue you!

We used a magic rock given to us by Thor to find you.

Now hurry up, we have to get to the Lost City of Gold to collect the secret algae before it’s too late.

Yeah Dirk, we need that algae!

Impulse (Jungkook)

Badboy AU
5484 Words 
The long awaited oneshot that I promised I’d post a week ago oops.

Summary: Jungkook keeps himself cool, calm and collected at all times yet around her, the want to throw away his facade is extremely tempting. He fears that if he acts on his feelings he will drag her into a lifestyle that he desperately wants to keep her out of.

Jungkook swallowed and gripped his thighs so hard he was sure he left angry red marks on them. Usually it was easy to ignore her but now that they were alone together, his senses heightened and he was able to catch every time she licked her lips out of nervousness, heard every little sigh that escaped from her mouth and he swore that if he looked at her directly right now, he could probably count every single one of her eyelash.

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Mission Bad Boy - 1

Plot: What if you could win 100,000 Won by giving someone a makeover? But here’s the catch – you have 6 months to turn a nerdy, anti-social male into the school’s biggest heartthrob.

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Angst, Highschool au!

Notes: I do not think nerds are ugly, I definitely do not think Kim Namjoon is ugly. Literally everything is taken by Korea’s strict-ass beauty standards. 

I really hope you enjoy it! I’d love to hear what to think. Is it too out there?? Usually shit like this is the other way around, lololol. 4k Words

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Originally posted by jitonic

Ugh, School.

Ugh, Math class.

You really couldn’t wait until you graduated. Just one and a half more years, and you would be out of this hell-hole for good. 

The autumn term of year 11 had begun only a few days ago, and your math teacher had blasted through at least three new concepts. You hoped that someone would be there to help you, but even your friend, Kim Jisoo, seemed to be struggling as much as you were.

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YOI Fic Rec Masterlist!

Other lists: 

My fics: http://livixbobbiex.tumblr.com/post/163907091107/list-of-my-yoi-fanfics
Mpreg: http://livixbobbiex.tumblr.com/post/163715334512/viktuuri-mpreg-fic-rec-list  
Lesser known fics: http://livixbobbiex.tumblr.com/post/162548629092/lesser-known-fanfic-rec-list 

Unwritten – Kaizuka

Soulmates AU where whatever you write on your own skin appears on your soulmate, but when there is a language barrier, meeting becomes just a little more difficult than it should be.


Until My Feet Bleed And My Heart Aches – Reiya

‘…Of all the rivalries in the world of sports over the years, perhaps none has become so legendary as that of Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov and his rival, Japanese Yuuri Katsuki…’

A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries.

Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be.


Of Bright Stars And Burning Hearts – Reiya

Viktor doesn’t remember the first time he met Yuuri Katsuki.

This however, is what Viktor does remember…

 Part 2 of the Rivals series and companion fic to ‘Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches’. One small change alters the course of both Viktor and Yuuri’s entire lives, throwing them into a bitter rivalry that spans across many years and creates a world where they both tell a very different side to the story.


You Can’t Plan For Everything – RivDeV

Yuuri forgets that he has a scheduled heat coming up until it’s just a couple weeks away. He scrambles to get everything ready in time, including deciding whether he’ll spend it alone or with someone. Victor only wants to help.


On My Love – RikoJasmine

For the second time, the Sochi Grand Prix Finals arrive, and with it a reborn Yuuri Katsuki. “Viktor,” Yuuri thinks over the pounding of his heart, the crowd going silent as the music begins. “I’ll show the world what you meant to me.”

Yuuri often thinks of his life as Before and After Viktor Nikiforov, the marking point being the day Viktor swept into his life and turned his world upside-down. After many years together, an accident leads to Yuuri suddenly waking up in the Before—back in Detroit, before the GPF, before he ever knew Viktor as anything other than his childhood idol.

As if it had all been just a dream.


 Winter Song – Proantagonist

The set of Yuuri’s mouth softened into a private smile as Victor squeezed his knee beneath the table. His hands were bare, free from the gloves he so often wore when they were together on the rink, and the heat of his palm burned straight through the denim of Yuuri’s jeans. He slipped his own hand beneath the table and found Victor’s. Hidden from sight, their fingers began to flirt and play. A secret conversation all their own that needed no words.

Yuuri was aware that at some point—a moment in time he couldn’t quite place—Victor had become his boyfriend.

There wasn’t a single instant when it happened. It was a slow awareness, as if Victor had silently been asking the question for months now, and Yuuri had been giving him the answer a little more with each passing day.


Victor Effing Nikiforov –shysweetthing

AU in which Yuuri still doesn’t remember the banquet, somehow doesn’t blow Japanese Nationals, runs into Victor at the World Championships, and has absolutely no idea why his idol is suddenly friendly and incredibly handsy.

Does Yuuri care about his reasons? No. It’s Victor Effing Nikiforov.

Basically this is an excuse for total fluff. And porn. And shit-talking with bonus smut. (Edited for accuracy.) Happy birthday, Victor.


Victor turned back to him, supernova smile in place once more. “I really, really like you. Promise you’ll still dance with me at the banquet if you take gold this time around.”

Yuuri stared at the man. He looked at their entwined hands—he hadn’t wanted to pull away—and their thighs, pressed together despite there being plenty of room in the backseat of the cab. That scent of Victor’s cologne—just a dab, lightly applied somewhere on his neck—swirled around him. This was too real to be a dream, too physical for him to have imagined it.

“I’m sorry,” Yuuri said slowly. “But…have we talked before?”


I know my madness – astoryaboutwar

It’s hardly a secret that Victor Nikiforov is a massive player.

(In which Yuuri doesn’t blow the Grand Prix Finals the first time round, does blow Victor, and everything changes but ends up the same.)


Katsuki_fc Wrote – tetsurashian

Just because Yuuri isn’t big on social media, doesn’t mean his fans aren’t.

(aka a social media fic)


Centripetal Force – Braveten

Victor speaks seven languages.

(Physics isn’t one of them.)

Luckily, though, he ends up rooming with his antithesis: a shy, black-haired boy who just so happens to be a physics major.


Maelstorm – Feelslikefire

Victor Nikiforov is poised to win gold in his fifth consecutive Grand Prix Final. He has the world at his feet, is unparalleled in the sport–right up until a snowstorm blows into Sochi, and he finds himself repeating the same day over and over and over. He stumbles over Yuuri Katsuki, and everything changes.

(Or, the time loop au. Loosely based on Groundhog Day.)


Omerta – Kashoku

Minako had said he was a blessing - that his pockets were deep and Yuuri was lucky to have caught his eye.

But Viktor Nikiforov was a curse, and Yuuri finds himself trapped in a world of blood and death where it takes violence to mend what is broken.


Shared Gravity –Phoenixwaller

Yuri Katsuki doesn’t advertise his alpha status, in fact he’d rather it be relatively unknown. He feels that he’s never fit the stereotype, and is much happier blending into the background. However, much to his dismay, his alpha instincts are awakened one summer morning.

At first he’s angry, believing that his new coach, Victor Nikiforov, has brought back an omega in heat for a day of passion. But when he intrudes to order the couple to a safer location he learns the truth. Victor, the most decorated male figure skater ever, has his own secret.

From there an inexplicable gravity grows between them, their shared secrets pulling them together in ways that both learn to cherish.


Nerve Endings – Phyona

When Yuuri moves in with Victor in St. Petersburg, they have to work through Yuuri’s anxiety and Victor’s secrets to find their balance.


Call Everything On The Ice… - shysweetthing

Victor learns Japanese while in Hasetsu. He doesn’t tell Yuuri, and things get dicey when he overhears Yuuri and Mari talking about him in Japanese. Repeatedly.

(The subtitle of this fic should be: Victor Nikiforov really needs a hug. Luckily, he gets one. Eventually.)


“No,” Victor says, skating up to Yuuri on the ice, “you have to push all the way from here, or you’ll never get the height you need for that axel.” He sets his hand on Yuuri’s ass, tracing the muscle group he’s referring to. “Not here.” He taps Yuuri’s thigh. He doesn’t know the words for the muscles in English, only knows how to show him.

Yes, technically he’s grabbing Yuuri’s ass, but how else is he to communicate?


When ice melts in the snow (that’s when you’ll love me) – lilithiumwords

Katsuki Yuuri is the worst incubus in the Underworld. Viktor Nikiforov is his human target.


Please Have Mercy On Me – all_those_big_ass_trees

Viktor’s been living with Yuuri for a month now, but Yuuri is still not used to him. But Viktor is a good teacher, and Yuuri is a good student.
*This fic is basically about the development of their relationship with each other which begins as a crazy crush then turns into something serious, something real. Sooner or later, they have to deal with problems as well. Angst, fluff, and porn… lot of porn.


My Name On Your Lips – Feelslikefire

Yuuri Katsuki has been betrothed to the High King’s son, Victor, since he was just a child; furthermore, as an omega, he’s forbidden from practicing magic in combat. For years, he’s been able to put off the former because the Prince was traveling abroad, and gotten around the latter by practicing with his mentor in secret.

Now Victor Nikiforov has finally returned home, and Yuuri is being summoned to the capital for their wedding. He needs a plan to put off marriage long enough to find a way to break the betrothal, while keeping his practicing from being discovered.

If only the Prince didn’t have other ideas.

(Or, the swords-and-sorcery arranged marriage AU. Updates weekly.)


Twenty-Five Hours - olizzybenneto 

In which Yuuri spends a 25 hour flight next to Victor Nikiforov, skating legend, and feels it might simultaneously be the best and worst thing that has ever happened to him.


All Eyes on Me - Kizuna_Auri 

Yuuri, under the username of Eros, is a size queen omega who most certainly does not have an obsession with fellow camboy and legendary silver-haired alpha Aria. Just like Phichit is not the most meddlesome roommate known to man.


The Boyfriend Experience - Cryingoverspilledvodka 

Katsuki Yuuri is an accomplished escort at 23, operating under the pseudonym Eros, in Detroit. When one of his favourite clients sets him up with none other than world-renowned figure skater Victor Nikiforov, the delicate balance between Yuuri’s personal and professional life teeters ever closer towards ruin.


For The Camera - Noon30ish 

In which Yuuri becomes a pornstar and is ‘training’ under the one and only, the Living Legend, Vitya.

Or the fic where, for Yuuri, sex comes first and love comes after.


The “Real” Viktor Nikiforov - thishasbeencary 

So, fine, maybe Yuuri’s a little bored and lonely when he likes a dating profile claiming to be Viktor Nikiforov. And, maybe, he’s a little pathetic when he gets excited when the account messages him almost immediately after. And, he’s definitely stupid for falling in love with someone pretending to be his idol, but he can’t help it. It’s not like it’s the real Viktor Nikiforov, anyway. He knows someone is catfishing him, but he still falls ridiculously in love.


Shape Of You - ViktorBunny 

Yuri is moving to St. Petersburg and Victor is far too excited to show him everything and spoil his Katsudon on his home turf.


An Intangible Force of Motion - doeinstinct 

The new season is in full-swing, and Viktor is realizing just how much work it is to coach and compete, but the exhilaration is worth it. The pain in his leg is probably just from overworking. Probably.
(Or the post-season one continuation fic no one really asked for.)


Beyond The Blue Horizon - HikarisDream

It was perfect. There was no music, no sound whatsoever, only Yuuri, dancing in front of him, toes sinking into the deliciously soft carpet, his movements fluent even off the ice and his eyes sparkling while he tried to show to Victor what his words had lacked to convey, making him hear the melody with his eyes while he watched every small gesture, every delicate step. It was all there on open display; their love unfolding for everyone to see.

Victor Nikiforov is back in competitive skating with Yuuri finally meeting him on the same ice. Victuuri. Post-Canon. BoyxBoy Rated M for smut. Lots of Fluff


Like A Fairytale - lucycamui 

In which Prince Victor gets swept off his feet at a royal banquet and will go to any length to find his 'Cinderella’ Yuuri.
(And Phichit is the fairy godmother who has no idea what he’s doing).

“The crown prince of the Nikiforov kingdom, infatuated with a mystery pastry chef he’s only just met. This is exactly the kind of scandalous love story my life has been missing… So, what’s he look like? What exactly is Prince Victor’s type?”


“Well, he does make pastries.“


Update: 12th May 2017

No Less Unthinkable - rageprufrock 

In which Katsuki Yuuri fights a losing battle with chronic anxiety, the quadruple Salchow, and his own judgment four drinks in — but wins the war.


The Next Level - Azriona

So this is being engaged to a fellow skater: it’s trying to figure out whose sweats are whose, writing competition dates on the calendar in different colored pens, late-night arguments over sequins versus feathers, running out of the really good foot plasters after the shops have closed for the night.

The skating season continues (as skating seasons are wont to do), while Victor and Yuuri negotiate the shifts in their relationship, their careers, and their home rink.

Sometimes, things even go as planned.


blood is thicker than - icanhinatashouyoutheworld 

“You might be Yuri’s biological parent, Mr. Nikiforov. But I’m his father. If Yuri wants to go with you, that’s one thing,” Yuuri Katsuki’s voice flows quiet and dangerous into the room “but if he doesn’t, don’t think that you’re taking my child away from home,”

Or: Victor Nikiforov finds out he has a son. He wants full custody.

Katsuki Yuuri isn’t going to give up his child that easily.

Or: Victor and Yuuri fight a custody battle for Yurio. Shit happens.

Or: Yuri Plisetsky starts with one parent, and ends up with two.


Stimulating Conversation - threerings

Yuuri is determined to get to the bottom of why Victor keeps flirting with him. This leads to a conversation. With alcohol.

“Besides,” said Victor. “Maybe if I get you drunk I can learn some of your secrets.”

Yuuri coughed as he swallowed. “My secrets?”

 “Yes. The secrets of the mysterious Katsuki Yuuri, enigma of the figure skating world.” Yuuri nearly choked again at that.

He laughed and shook his head. “You don’t need to make fun of me.”

 “What? You are an enigma.”


 “I’m not joking,” Victor assured. “No one really knows what to make of you, Yuuri. You’re so quiet most of the time and then other times…” Yuuri just looked at the other man as he trailed off. He shook his head and reached to pour them both more sake.


empty spaces between stars - astudyinrose

Victor gets just as drunk as Yuuri at the Sochi Banquet, and they disappear together after the dance-offs. They wake up the morning after with rings on their fingers, and pictures of them kissing after getting married the night before are all over the tabloids… but neither of them remembers a thing. They decide to stay married for a while for the sake of Victor’s sponsorships, and in exchange, Victor coaches Yuuri through nationals…


Baby Blue Prince - Daughter of Vayu 

When Viktor Nikiforov met Yuuri, he didn’t know that cute guy with awful baby blue tie was actually a real life prince. The one with titles and such.

The Modern Royalty AU with Yuuri as Prince Cinnamon Roll.


Update: 3rd September 2017

Not Alone - DazzledGhosts

Katsuki Yuuri has been training alongside Victor in St. Petersburg for a while. He has been so careful for no one to know that he’s an omega. But while skating one day, Victor notices something different. What’s that smell coming from Yuuri’s neck? Without realizing it, he finds a scent suppressant patch on Yuuri’s neck and curiosity wins the better of him. He tugs and is hit directly with that smell of cardamom and honeysuckle.

Victor falls into his first ever rut. But not because Yuuri is an omega. But because the omega he is smelling is Yuuri. A story where secondary genders do not define you. Where Yuuri is strong despite everything that comes his way as a result of his omeganess. Where Victor strives to be the best alpha he can, but all he wants is to be Victor and Yuuri. Not Alpha and Omega.


"Be My Sex Coach, Victor!” - lucycamui

Yuuri Katsuki has always been his own worst critic, and a series of unfortunate short-lived relationships has him convinced that he flubs things more in the bedroom than out on the ice. So, of course it would turn out that the ridiculously charming Russian he’s matched with online is a pornstar.

But perhaps, a 'professional opinion’ is exactly what Yuuri needs…


'Cause I’m a Taker, 'Cause I’m a Giver, It’s Only Nature - ken_ichijouji 

The story of how Yuuri Katsuki slept with, dated, fell in love with, and married Victor Nikiforov. Yes, in that order.


A Stranger’s Groom - SophiaFrederica

Viktor has always felt a strange connection to Bridget Jones, something that Yuri will never understand. Sure, there are quite a few differences between them: first, Viktor doesn’t feel very insecure about his looks (apart from his thinning hairline) and second, he doesn’t embarrass himself regularly. He has also made an amazing career and with his status as a high-class celebrity, he probably won’t need to worry too much about money for the rest of his life. But there’s something in Bridget that Viktor understands better than anyone, the fear of never finding your true love and spending your whole life all alone.

Aka “Married at First Sight” AU where both Yuuri and Viktor apply for the said reality television show, become a match and spend 5 weeks together as a married couple.


Not Alone - DazzledGhosts

Katsuki Yuuri has been training alongside Victor in St. Petersburg for a while. He has been so careful for no one to know that he’s an omega. But while skating one day, Victor notices something different. What’s that smell coming from Yuuri’s neck? Without realizing it, he finds a scent suppressant patch on Yuuri’s neck and curiosity wins the better of him. He tugs and is hit directly with that smell of cardamom and honeysuckle.

Victor falls into his first ever rut. But not because Yuuri is an omega. But because the omega he is smelling is Yuuri. A story where secondary genders do not define you. Where Yuuri is strong despite everything that comes his way as a result of his omeganess. Where Victor strives to be the best alpha he can, but all he wants is to be Victor and Yuuri. Not Alpha and Omega.


Dance of the Red Death - Strange and Intoxicating

Find something to live for.

Viktor Nikiforov loved too much. What begins as a cough morphs into something that takes the shape of an unseen monster hiding in his very blood. With the Russian government scrambling to sweep under the rug the worst of a crisis that’s been thirty-five years in the making and a society that sees his disease as a death sentence, Viktor is left with figuring out his own way to survive.

It starts as a way to escape— a youtube video of music and color and light, but quickly becomes something he never expected when Yuri Katsuki teaches him that surviving is not living. Yuri teaches him that living is taking the jump into unknown and accepting all that comes with it.

This is not a story of anger. This is not a story of fear. This is not even a story of pain.

This is a 21st Century love overcoming the obstacles of the 20th Century’s politics of fear.

This is a story of life.


Chptr 17 - Pathway to Violence - Prom
Sue Klebold
Chptr 17 - Pathway to Violence - Prom

Saturday, April 17, 1999   6:00 pm

We’d spent that year begging Dylan to get a haircut, to no avail, but I convinced him to tie his hair back into a ponytail with one of my own elastics for the prom. He put his prescription glasses in his pocket and donned a pair of small-framed sunglasses. We thought he looked
very handsome.

Alison, our renter, came over and offered to take a picture of the three of us. In the picture, Dylan is clowning around, hamming it up like a professional model, Zoolander-style. The sharp lines of his formal wear stand in stark contrast to the faded flannel shirts and worn blue jeans Tom and I are wearing. He kept his sunglasses on as he posed with us; he wore dark glasses often during the last weeks of his life. I believe now he was hiding behind them.

Tom had remembered to charge the batteries on our video camera, and he filmed Dylan briefly before Robyn arrived. The conversation between them is stilted; clearly, neither of them is comfortable on camera. But we have looked back on this pre-prom video many times, and shown it to others. It is absolutely stunning how normal Dylan seems.

He and Tom talk lazily about baseball; Dylan mimes his hero, Randy Johnson, pitching in an ill-fitting tuxedo. Tom makes some comment about growing up, and Dylan remarks he’ll never have kids. Tom says he may change his mind, and Dylan says, “I know. I know. Someday I’ll look back at this and say, ‘What was I thinking?!!’ ” It is breathtakingly prophetic. When Tom persists in filming over Dylan’s protests, Dylan pinches small handfuls of snow from a nearby bush, lobbing the miniature snowballs playfully at Tom until the camera stops running. The fondness between them is palpable. It breaks my heart.

Robyn arrived in good time, looking lovely in a deep blue-purple dress. Tom taped Dylan presenting her with her corsage, and smiling down at her as she struggled to pin a rose to his lapel. I made paparazzi jokes and asked them to move so I could get a picture without parked cars in the background. Since Dylan had assured us he and Robyn were just friends, I was a little surprised—and frankly tickled—to see him put his arm around her.

In the last few frames on the tape Tom shot, the two of them smile into the camera. Then, self consciously but sweetly, they both begin to laugh.

Mistaken Love. [Jin] pt.2 end

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I turned up at his apartment and knocked, letting out a big breath of air as he opened the door to greet me. His usual handsome face seemed dull, the glimmer in his eyes disappeared. He looked sad, to the point where it’s pitiful. I didn’t like seeing him this way, not because I’m jealous of the fact that he’s dwelling on that woman, but because his regular go lucky character was hidden.

He guided me through his apartment towards his room. We took a seat on the edge of his bed and he finally spoke.

“Thanks for coming.” His voice was different, I couldn’t explain what the difference in his voice was but it felt empty, as if it lacked any sort of emotion.

“So? Aren’t going to tell me what’s going on?”

“We were going to have sex, Y/N.” My eyes snapped towards his direction as I stood up.

“If this is your fancy way of rubbing it in my face and to crush my heart even more then I’m leaving.” I was ready to walk away, but he didn’t let me. He took my hand in his and stayed that way. I didn’t move an inch. I couldn’t.

“Listen to me first okay?” He tugged on my hand and I sat back down beside him. A little too close for comfort, actually. It never used to feel this way, but now; everything feels different.

He continued with his story. “The other night, things got heated in the moment and I wanted her - just as much as she wanted me. We were kissing, but when I pulled away and placed my head on hers and wanted to call out to her, it was your name that left my lips.” Although hearing that made my heart pound like crazy, I didn’t say anything; instead I waited for him to carry on.

“I thought that maybe because of what happened between the two of us a few days back, I was dwelling on it a lot, and because I kept thinking about you - I accidentally said your name instead. But when she broke it off with me, I felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders, it didn’t hurt me that we’re no longer together.”

“Then why is it, that you look like this Seokjin?” His words were unbelievable when all I could see was sadness upon his once glowing face.

“Well thanks, that makes me feel a whole lot better.” I shot a glare at him, showing him that I’m clearly not here for the jokes. His smile faltered as he took a deep breath, readying himself to spill the truth.

“Because after what Soojeong said, I couldn’t stop thinking about you and the messages you sent even more so than before.” He looked guilty, it was a look he wore often when he did something you didn’t like. Like when he ate the last ice cream that was meant to be for you, or when he ties your shoelaces together when you don’t notice. But even this time, the guilt that he displayed on his face felt somewhat, different. As if this time, the guilt he had was real, as if this time the guilt he felt was serious and I didn’t like the look of it.

“What did she say?” I struggled to ask, not knowing if I really wanted to know the answer he was about to give.

“That she should have trusted her instincts not to ask me out when she knew that there was something going on between the two of us.”

“But there was never anything going on between the two of us. It was unrequited.” I felt bad, because of a slip of the tongue, his relationship didn’t last.

“I said that to her. But she only told me otherwise. That yes, it’s true nothing ever officially happened between the two of us. But she told me that she saw the way I always looked at you, and the way you’d look at me.”

“I’m sure both of those looks were very different.” I confirmed, but he only shook his head to disagree.

“Soojeong told me that a female instinct is never wrong. She said that she didn’t want to be a rebound because I couldn’t secure a place in getting your heart.”

“Jin, what are even trying to say?”

“What I’m trying to say is, she was right. I never noticed it, whether that was intentional or because I was stupid. I didn’t know. I didn’t know that the love I had for you all along wasn’t just a mere friendship kind of love. It was so much more than that. That night, when you told me you had feelings for me but then you told me to leave you alone it felt like I lost everything. Everything that was ever important to me. But of course, I thought nothing more of it other than because you’re my best friend - of course I’d be upset. But when Soojeong told me that my feelings for you were always obvious, I realised that she wasn’t wrong. I’ve loved you all this time and just didn’t know it. The love you have for me isn’t unrequited, and I’ve always said those things unconsciously like how I wanted to grow old with you, or that I love you and I miss you, but even though I didn’t think much about it as I said it, all those words came from my heart and I meant it, you didn’t mistake any of my actions or my words for something untrue. I guess my mouth spoke only of the truth in my heart but my mind just never acknowledged the feelings behind it.” At this moment, he took my hands in his, and he looked at me as my eyes teared up.

“I’m sorry I hurt you Y/N, you have to know that it was never my intention to do so, and quite frankly it never will be and I’m sorry it took me so long to realise that I love you. So if it’s not too much to ask, can’t we be more than just best friends?” His eyes were filled with hope as I was still trying to process everything that was running through my mind.

“But what about Soojeong? You can’t just jump from one girl to another Jin, that’s not right.”

“I know it’s not, but Soojeong was the one who told me that it’s time for me to come to my senses and chase after you, before I really do end up losing you.”

“She said that?” He nods in response and I couldn’t help but smile.

“She told me to stop wasting anymore time and to stop making you run after me and she had to add ‘be a man Seokjin you know you want her’.” He mimicked her voice and laughed. The glimmer in his eyes were returning, and the way he smiled so brightly - I could have sworn I needed sunglasses.

“Well? What do you say?”

“I say, let’s not waste anymore time because we’ve already done that enough.” He pulled me into an embrace, one that I’ve been longing for.

“I’ll definitely prove to you that it’s not a mistaken love.”

Hoodie - [Peter Parker]

‘Idk if you’re taking request or not but I would love a Peter Parker imagine based on the song Hoodie by Hey Violet’

Words: 1290

Warnings: Kinda sad but overall fly, mentions of injury’s like bring

I slip it all over my shoulders

Something I’ll never get over

It makes me feel a little bit closer to you

The first time you wore Peter Parker’s dark grey-oversized (on you at least) hoodie, was when you first met up to study. You had to walk home in the cold and of course, you’d forgotten any type of sweater or hoodie.

He’d offered it to you with a shaky hand. He was handing the girl he’d had a crush on since forever his hoodie, the girl he liked was going to wear his clothes. Oh god he hoped he’d remembered to wash it.

You didn’t turn down the offer, you’d tried to tell yourself that it was because you didn’t want to freeze to death but a part of you knew that it was because it was Peter Parker’s hoodie.

You’d smiled a thanks while putting the item over your shoulders and rolling up the sleeves slightly.

Peter Parker, the boy with the brains, the looks, and a gentleman like personality.

You couldn’t deny the fact that his hoodie smelt exactly how you’d imagine it to, maybe even better. Though Peter was small, it was a little oversized on you and god wearing that hoodie for the first time made you feel safe. It was a blanket of warmth, it was like being enveloped in a constant hug. But the comfiest hug you can imagine.

“W-wow, it looks really good on you” Peter spoke, making your cheeks turn 50 shades of red. The grey was a perfect colour on you, it made all your best features pop.

“Thanks, so i’ll give it back to you tomorrow?”

Peter wouldn’t have minded if you kept the hoodie if it meant he got to see you in it more often, but instead of saying that he shyly nodded his head and helped you pack up your books.

I can’t keep your love, I can’t keep your kiss

Gave you everything and all I got was this

The second time you wore Peters hoodie was a tiny bit more special than the first.

You two sat on top of a high building munching on your favourite pizza while discussing the simplest things like your favourite TV shows and books.

It was dark, so the only light you two had came from the city lights and a candle Peter had lit that smelt simply like vanilla.

“Wait, so you actually watched all of the Harry Potter movies in one night?” You ask after swallowing a mouthful of delicious pizza.

“Yeah, it was pretty easy actually” He says “Ned was the one who couldn’t handle it”

You laugh, tightening the hoodie around you as a cold gust of wind blew past you both.

His hoodie was as you remembered it. Ever since you’d given it back to him that day at school you’d been aching to wear it again and truth be told, Peter was aching to see you in it again.

“Aren’t you cold?” You ask, worried that you had taken his source of heat. “If you are, you can have your hoodie back”

“Well uh, i’d be lying if i said i bought that hoodie along for myself” He smiles, naturally pink cheeks going a darker shade of pink. “I was really hoping to see you wearing it again”

You wondered if he could see the way your eyes grew wider after his statement. Behind your natural expression, you were hiding a smile larger than life itself.

I’m still rocking your hoodie and chewing on the strings

It makes me think about you, so I wear it when I sleep

I don’t leave for another 24 hours babe, you’re not losing me just yet” Your boyfriend laughs as you snuggle closer. He was wearing the hoodie, the same one you were planning to steal off of him before he left with Tony.

You feared that when you woke, he wouldn’t be there and you’d be left alone wondering if he was safe and, well… alive for the next week or two.

“I know. I’m just going to miss you a lot” You speak, burying yourself in his arms.

Beneath you, you could feel his heart beats. One, two, three, four.

He ran a slow hand through your hair, playing with the ends for a moment before going back to the roots. Peter always knew how to make you feel better, even in times as tough as this.

“You’re going to come home safe okay? Promise me that you will” You whisper. You feel his hand stop its movements.

“I promise, i’ll come home safe and sound and i’ll be right here waiting for you”

I used to put my hand in your pockets , The smell of your cologne still on it

You’d admit that maybe you wore his hoodie a little too often while he was off on the mission, but it was your security blanket. As long as you had it on, you and Peter would be okay. That’s what you’d thought at least.

“Y/N, We got him here as fast as we could” Tony spoke, his voice shaking. “He was asking for you on the plane” Tonys eyes were red and swollen, as if he’d cried the whole trip back which he probably had been.

You covered your mouth with your hand, the sight was horrific.

There lay your boyfriend, barely recognisable except for the small frown he wore, one that you were use to seeing when you woke up next to him. Bruises and cuts littered his skin, he looked unfixable.

“I-Is he alive?” You ask, not taking your teary eyes off of Peter’s lifeless body. You end the sentence with a sob, letting the tears full.

“He is, we lost him once or twice but Peters a fighter” Tony says

You cried, hugging his hoodie to your chest. It was like being hugged by him, which was something you may never feel again.

You slide the Hoodie off, placing it over his bruised and battered body. Despite your t-shirt, you felt naked without the grey item.

Your safety blanket was now his, Peter needed every ounce of luck he could get right now.

Slip it on over my shoulders
Someone I’ll never get over
Makes me feel a little bit closer to you

After the incident, nightmares weren’t uncommon for Peter. He’d had a traumatic experience and you were with him through every step of recovery.

When he woke up kicking and screaming, fresh tears rolling his cheeks and hands grippe bed sheets as if they were his only form life support, you’d whisper soothing things into his ear and rub circles on his chest.

Most of the time he wouldn’t even wake up, simply just calm down and drift further into a more peaceful sleep.

But sometimes, on nights like tonight he’d wake up and be too afraid to go back to sleep. On these nights you would stay up and talk to him.

“I honestly think that if I didn’t let you wear my hoodie that day we wouldn’t be dating” Peter says, his voice was raspy from only just waking up.

“I think we would be, it would’ve just taken you longer to ask me out” You whisper, continuing to draw random shapes and patterns on his chest.

“You looked so beautiful in it I just- I knew I had to make you mine before some else bet me to it” Peter moves down so he can place a kiss on your lips. It was dark in his room, but with the small amount of moonlight peeking through the curtains you could still make out his healing scars.

“I’m still rocking your hoodie, baby”

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Try Me

Namjoon x Reader // College!AU, Rugby!AU // 12.8k words

Summary: You wanted nothing more than to leave behind your old self when you graduated from high school and moved on to college to play rugby but when you see your high school classmate, resident fuckboy and captain, Kim Namjoon, at the rugby department orientation, you feel like everything might fall apart.

Genre: Fluff

A/N: lmao soz for the weird header but I couldn’t find a good gif. Anyway, this was once supposed to be part of a collab but I’ve since revamped it and I hope you guys like it!! this one’s mainly for @hijoonie who sent me numerous encouraging messages when I talked about how inadequate I felt compared to those other bigger writers (’: I hope you like it!!

Forgettable. A single word that encapsulated who you were. You drifted in and out of high school, always in class, always present at practice yet whenever your name was mentioned, the usual response is a short pause before they say something along the lines of, oh right, her… I think I’ve seen her around before… 

It wasn’t that the people in your school were overtly unfriendly in any way but you had come in to the school halfway through sophomore year, the only new face they had seen in years and the stares you got made you feel so out of place. Just about everyone had their own group of friends and it just seemed like there was no space for you or at least that’s what you told yourself. You hated the move to this new town, to be uprooted from the place you had called home for so many years and you were so, so bitter. Dread was all you felt whenever you woke up in a house that wasn’t familiar and gloom was all that surrounded you when you walked on a path to a school you didn’t recognise. 

Your classmates were excited of course, about Y/N the new transfer student but you didn’t seem to share in that emotion, always trying to push them away. You didn’t want to like this town and so, subconsciously you were trying to make it seem like this school was a horrible place. It was an almost masochistic way of living, if you will. Slowly, your classmates gave up on trying to include you in their conversations because they weren’t going to waste their time on someone who just wanted to be left alone. 

Year after year, you sat in your seat, letting yourself stew in thoughts about how much better your life would’ve been if you hadn’t moved, hatred brewing within you with each passing day. Wake up, school, homework, sleep, repeat. That was all you did for 3 years. In a way, you weren’t really making the most out of your time at high school. You were simply drifting through life, trying your best to get through high school unscathed. Sad. It’s the only word that could describe what you were but you only had you and your stubbornness to blame.

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Barely Dressed; Never Snogging

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The first time Lily Evans wore James Potter’s shirt was an accident.

Lily grabbed it from the clean laundry pile that the House Elves placed on her trunk the night before. She threw it over her head and as it slid down her face into place she realized how good the shirt smelled. She mused that when her clothes came back from the elves, they never smelled so…good.

She didn’t notice it wasn’t one of her Gryffindor shirts until the hem fell right above her knees like a very short dress. The soft cotton was well worn and soft against her bare skin, colored scarlet with a lion rearing on the front majestically. Lily pulled it off just as quickly as she’d put it on, checking the tag and seeing no name written in. When she flipped it over to view the back she was in luck.

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Eat Me

Summary: Sugar daddy Phil feederism fic where dan is really thin when he first starts because no money but Phil loves feeding him and watching him fill out

Author’s Note: A bunch of people loved this idea so here it is. This might be the weirdest thing ive written so feedback would be great. like would you guy’s want more of this type of stuff or do you prefer other kinks more? lemme know <3 lol at my title what does it even mean in the context of this fic (2.1k words) anyways i finished this earlier but didn’t get to post it til now sorry about that also happy valentines day! <3

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TITLE: You Know What They Say About Love and Hate….

IMAGINE: Steve and (Y/N) hated each other when they first met. But it’s been three years, did feelings develop or do they still hate each other? You know what they say about love and hate…

[gif is not mine. requests are open. this one shot was heavily influenced by dan and blair’s relationship from gg -some quotes are directly from there, see if you can spot it]. 

warnings: swear word, mention of the word slut. 

word count: 2.4k+

‘…Because when we open our heart we can explore a world of love. And be pleasantly surprised by the people already in our life…’ gg 3x18

(Y/N) walked down the stairs, the train of her dress flowing nicely behind her. She felt like she was in a movie. ‘I feel like a goddess right now,’ she thought. She smiled to herself imagining her date’s face as she came down. Her smile however dropped as soon as she saw that it wasn’t Nick. “Rogers, what the hell are you doing here?”

Steve turned and saw her at the bottom of the stairs, he swallowed the gasp that would have escaped out of his mouth because of her beauty. He put on the facial expression that he often wore around her -indifference and anger.

“Trust me, I don’t want to be here either but there was a change.”

“What kind of change?”

“Tony,” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, sighed and crossed her arms. “Look (Y/L/N), we need to do this, for him.”

“We’ve tried everything, Rogers. I mean there’s nothing on the guy.” The guy in question was Pepper’s new paramour. Of course nothing was happening between Pepper and the new guy but that didn’t stop Tony from wanting to rip him to shreds. Tony, being Tony of course wanted intense background research on the new guy, trying to find out his deepest, darkest secrets.

“I know, but he wants us to try one more time.” Steve walked towards her, standing in front of her but not close enough to touch her if he extended his arms.

“He’s pathetic.”

This time Steve rolled his eyes. “He’s your best friend.”

She shrugged, “Gives me more reason to call him pathetic.” (Y/N) started walking to the door, Steve couldn’t help but watch as her arse sway. “Coming Rogers? Or are you too busy staring?”

Steve shook himself out of it and followed her.

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Request: You want some peter parker angst???? What about Peter missing the reader’s birthday and other things(like dates and stuff) cause of spiderman(reader knows abt his secret identity) and the reader breaks down cause he was the only constant in their life?

Requested by: @mjwavson

A/N: Ohhh ;) also, I forgot to tag people in the last imagine, my apologies :)

Pairing: Peter x Reader

Warnings: angst.

Tag’s List: @super-river-walker - @deathofthethrones
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Peter had done it to you time and time again. Dates, get togethers, parties, everything. You name it, Peter had missed it. 

At first you’d understood, you’d even been proud of it. Your boyfriend was the Spider-Man, out saving people from small things, out saving people from much larger things. It was always knew. And even if he did miss the event, he always came eventually, sharing all of his adventures. Then, you grew tired of it. What’s the point of dating someone if you never get to see them? 

Anytime you saw him it was about him. Not because he deliberately made it about him. But he came in the deep depths of the night, injured and battered, tired. So you cleaned his wounds, asked him what happened and you spent the rest of the night taking care of him, listening to his day until he fell asleep. It was starting to effect your school work, starting to effect your mentality. But you never said anything and not just because you thought you didn’t have a right, he was Spider-Man, better people living then you getting to go on a date. But because you loved him, more than anything, he was the only family you had.

Your own didn’t care for you. Your mother, your only parent still standing, didn’t care for you and she spent more time out of the city than she did with you. You never saw her. But then you’d met Peter, and he had been the one constant thing in your life. The one thing you could always depend on. Your own true family. He’d trusted you so much that he’d told you right away when he got his spidey-powers. You two had been inseparable.

Had been, being the key words.

But never, not once did you think he’d ditch you on your birthday. Ever since meeting him, you’d have a small gathering with all your friends, Peter included, obviously, and then after they left it’d be you and Peter. Both of you. Peter also, always had something special for you, anything you could think of he did it for you. And you loved him for it. You loved him for it more than anything. It had been your thing. Constancy. 

Though, this year, even though in fact he had surprised you, not in a good way.

“Thanks for coming, Michelle.” You smiled, giving her a light hug. She of course returned the hug, squeezing you extra tight because she knew you needed it. Smiling softly at her, you shut the door behind her, waving one final time and turning around to your last guest. Ned was the last to stay and even if you were doing your best to hide it, you knew he knew you were upset.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Ned mumbled, shaking his head. “I don’t know why he’d do this.”

“I don’t know either.” You shrugged, biting your lip to stop yourself from crying. “But, he’s Spider-Man remember? Duty calls.” You tried to joke, your chuckle coming out more bitter than you’d expected. 

“Do you want me to stay… or?” Ned offered, knowing that once he left you’d be completely and utterly alone on your birthday. But though the offer was tempting, it was wrong to keep him. So smiling the brightest you could, you waved your hand off, “nah. I’m good.” Ned returned the smile , nodding albeit unsurely, he headed towards the door.

Hugging him, you watched him walk through the door of your house, closing it behind him. Silence flooded your ears, as you turned around, finding the bare room. Taking a deep shaky breath, you began cleaning up the place. You eventually lost yourself in the cleaning, singing toons in your head to distract yourself. You were so focused on yourself you didn’t even hear the thump of someone entering the house or the footsteps that followed.

“Y/N?” Jumping, you let out a tiny scream, the plate you’d been cleaning falling from your hands and breaking against the silver of the sink. You made no hesitation, turning to see the intruder but immediately calming when you saw it was only Peter. And rather in his Spider-Man suit he often visited you in, he wore his normal clothes, something behind his back as he smiled nervously.

“Jesus, Peter. You scared me to death.” Panting slightly, you held your hand against your chest. Faintly you saw Peter make his was closer to yourself, finally pulling his hand from behind his back. What you found was a bouquet of flowers. Though it was sweet, it definitely didn’t make up for anything. Though, you softly muttered thank you anyway, grabbing the flowers and placing them in a vase. You said nothing, finding nothing to say.

“I’m sorry.” Peter finally mumbled. “I’m sorry I missed your birthday.” Confused, you turned your eyes to the clock. It was in fact twelve in the morning, meaning the next time. That stung just a bit more. But as you looked at Peter you found yourself unable to hide the hurt you felt anymore, tired of everything. And before you could even stop yourself, tears burst from your eyes and you let out a sob. “You’re sorry?” You asked, sniffling. “I’m sorry that I started dating a man who doesn’t even want to see me.” 

You knew it was unfair of you to say such a thing, but you had such pent up grief you didn’t care.

Peter stepped even closer, worry in his eyes as he shook his head. “No. No. I want to see you, it’s just-”

“It’s just you’re Spider-Man.” You interrupted, moving your head away from his head. Wiping your own sleeve against your cheek, it was only useless as more tears fell. “I know. I know. And i’m sorry. But I got all dressed up. Dolled up on my birthday for no one.”

“I see you now,” Peter tried but you only shook your head.

“You missed my birthday. That was our thing!” Anger flooded you, and raising your hands you smacked it against his chest repeatedly. Not caring if he was injured. Not caring what this was doing to him and just repeatedly smacking him to wash away the anger you felt. Peter did nothing to stop you, letting you hit him. “You’ve been the one constant thing, and you’re no longer constant. You are my family, and now you’ve become like my mom! Someone i never see!” 

Finishing with one smack, you hefted against him. Panting heavily, you grabbed ahold of him, just desperate to feel his warmth again. Peter immediately returned the hug, squeezing you tight as he rocked you to sooth you. You sobbed against his chest, him shushing you softly.

“I’m sorry.” Peter whispered; “so sorry.”

The Night Ahead (Part 1)

summary: bucky came out of cryostasis after just a few months. with the help of steve, he’s trying to piece the fractions of his mind back together. while flipping through old HYDRA files, he remembers something from his days as the winter soldier: you.

pairing: bucky x reader (sort of?? it’s complicated)

series contains: angsty angst, sadness, bucky reliving memories as the Winter Soldier, violence, people die a lot, bucky trying to cope, really awful translations of German, Russian, and Romanian (thanks to google translate i apologize in advance)

a/n: so like all my followers know what a pain in my ASS this fic has been. started off as a one-shot based off the song “house on a hill” by the pretty reckless, and has slowly mutated into a freaking series. this part is in bucky’s POV, but after this the rest of the series (save for one other part) will be in the “reader’s” perspective. there’s a lot of flashbacks in this fic, which is a new kind of thing for me. all flashbacks are written in italics and put in blockquotes. this fic is something new for me, so if you could leave me messages letting me know what you think i would be eternally grateful!  also, if you like this fic, please check out my master list

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid


Bucky flipped through the files, trying to ignore Steve’s gaze weighing on him. Most of the folders were thin. There was maybe a page or two of mostly useless information. Possible aliases, possible contacts, and activities. It was all varied, and its accuracy debatable. There was only one thing each file had in common – every file, every person, was a HYDRA associate.  

He tossed a file onto the table, his gaze lifting enough to unsurprisingly find Steve’s glacier blues focused on his face. Bucky held the look for a brief moment before he dropped his eyes and opened up the new folder. “I’m fine, Steve.” 

I’m fine. I’m fine. After three months, the phrase felt almost like bile in his throat whenever he said the words. A simple expression that has transfigured into something pale and flat from overuse. Bucky had said it when he came out of cryo three months ago, when Wakandan scientists thought they had found a way to negate whatever HYDRA had put in him, only to have the experiment fall through. He said it again when his future was discussed, now that he was thawed and still a ticking time bomb. The possibility of going back into cryo was discussed, but Bucky refused because he was fine. And the relief he saw in his best friend’s face at the refusal was Bucky’s main argument every day since that he made the right decision. 

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Wanted (Jungkook and Hoseok love triangle smut)

Originally posted by bangtansonyeondarnit

Summary: Jungkook likes you, Hoseok’s girlfriend, a little too much and gets a little too excited when he catches you and Hobi having sex.

Pairings: You x Hoseok, You x Jungkook

Genre: Smut, angst, fluff

Themes: Jungkook catching you having sex, Jungkook masturbating, Jungkook having feelings for you while you’re in a relationship, sex with Hobi

Word count: 4k (?)

Trigger warnings: Explicit smut, being caught (kind of), masturbating, over-all mature themes, hints at mental illness (like, sort of- not really)

You watched your boyfriend, who sat cross-legged on the floor, folding clothes to put into his suitcase with great care. Sparkles twizzled across your eyes as you observed him with a thudding heart. His back was facing you and as he moved, his muscles flexed gently beneath his grey sweater. Unable to resist the temptation of his touch- you climbed off of his bed to crouch behind him. Your hands rubbed over his shoulder blades tenderly.

“Hey, baby.” He says and laughs. That enchanting laugh that is so soft it comes out as a throaty chuckle.

“Hey, baby.” You say back and sit down so that your knees are on either side of him. You nuzzle your nose into his soft shirt, inhaling his clean and musky scent. You wrap your arms around him- letting your hands fold over his abs, which he soon covers with his own. He leans his head backwards and the smell of his shampooed orange hair tickles at your nose.

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Dylann Roof described by his co-workers

Brock Pack (a crew leader at Clark’s) said Dylann:

  • Often spaced or zoned out while working. One day, while working on a house by the lake, he was edging around the rocks by the lake. There was no fence and he was edging three houses down from the house they were working on. Brock had trouble getting his attention and had to get in front of him to get him back on the right property. 
  • Would go sit somewhere else by himself if the crew sat down for lunch before him (even though the rest of the crew was sitting together. The crew went to lunch together most every day).
  • Would sit with the crew only if he sat down first and the crew sat next to him. 
  • Said everything in a monotone voice and would not crack a smile when joking (this made brock have a hard time knowing when he was joking).
  • Often wore two shirts and had his pants rolled up at the bottom with his socks pulled high.
  • Seemed to have no interests outside of work.

John Patton (co-worker) said Dylann:

  • Was difficult to get answers from that were more than a word or two (john tried to get to know Dylann but it was hard to do so because of this).
  • Told john that he was only working because his dad made him.
  • Fell asleep virtually any time he was stationary, even when he was in the truck for only 2 or 3 minutes on the way to the next job.
  • Was seen sitting on his own at lunch by John. 
  • When asked about hobbies one time, said he did not do anything; he just went home and sat in his room.
  • Was asked if he played video games and he responded, “No, I literally look at the walls.”

Brian Fanning (a manager of the landscaping division at Clarks) said Dylann:

  • Was extremely quiet; it was like pulling teeth to get him to give more than a one-word answer. Even when he did give a longer answer, it would take him a long time to provide an answer of any kind.
  • Worked at Clark’s for approximately two months in 2014 (from late March to early June) and for less than two months in 2015 (from mid-April to late May).

The following’s from a news article. I couldn’t find the documents.

Dylann’s former coworkers described him as largely “keeping to himself,”. One of his former coworkers recalled him offering to show them the pistol he had recently purchased with money given to him by his father. The man said he told Dylann not to bring the pistol to work.

Another former coworker recalled a time when a fellow employee “made some racist joke,” after which Dylann stated that he was a racist. Dylann also told the man that he would like to one day get a job as a clerk or someone in the retail field, but no one would hire him due to the way he looks.

(I’ve edited this post since posting it to make it easier to read)

Happier || Joshua || Oneshot

Originally posted by wonusbagofluck

Word Count: 2329

Genre: (angst), fluff

Summary: He always came in like clockwork, making you more curious about him. (Based on Ed Sheeran’s Happier)

You let out a sigh, leaning against the mop tiredly as you blinked around at the café. Most of the last of the customers had left, leaving only you and another customer. You hadn’t paid him much attention but he was a regular. He usually wore his chocolatey hair down, shielding his bright doe-eyes slightly. He often wore button ups of different colors and jeans. He had piercings that contrasted his gentlemanly appearance and sweet smile. He was an interesting character.

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