he's not 'impossible' but at least he's not beautiful

Threats & Paybacks (M)

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Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: Mature | Smut | sub!kook

Words: 12k of sin

Synopsis: Jeon Jungkook. Art major in the University of Seoul. Passive-aggressive little shit and gamer extraordinaire. That person, with his baggy pants and ruffled, black hair, was your flatmate and, more or less, his Twitter description. Saying more or less was absolutely necessary. Amidst the kitsch aesthetics of his art twitter account, he would never say something as vulgar as passive-aggressive. Jeon Jungkook? Little shit? Jamais. He perhaps would include his Overwatch rank, or a link to his baby-blue aesthetics blog, but admit he’s annoying? Never.

Jungkook was, for everyone but you, a saint—a very, very attractive saint. 

A/N: I blame @sugajpg for this. She turned me into a monster haha BUT THANK YOU FOR YOUR HELP :‘)

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

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anonymous asked:

inquisition companions react to finding out the inquisitor (who always covers their face) is actually the hero of ferelden? (Plus warden Alistair and Morrigan pls?)

Morrigan: She knew instantly, of course. It was the walk, the bearing, the weight on their shoulders and the pride that kept them tall. And their eyes. Those eyes, peeking out from behind their mask, would likely haunt her for the rest of her life, for one reason or another. “I’ll keep your secret, old friend, if you truly do not wish these others to know,” she tells them when she announces that she’s to join the Inquisition. If Romanced: “Ah, my love, how difficult it will be to keep your secret when we shall be sharing a bed. I will not be moved from this. We shall be a family once more, and that’s final. Now, take off that ridiculous mask and kiss me.”

Warden Alistair: Inwardly: Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Okay, don’t panic. It’s only your damned commander here. No need to panic. Or say anything dumb. “Heeeeeeeyyyy there!” Damn it! If Romanced: Well, if the way they steal into shadowed corners frequently isn’t enough to give the Warden away, nothing will. But by the Maker, he will spend time with his lover! They’re out here risking their life against impossible odds, as usual, and he doesn’t even get to stay by their side for the duration! Necking in the corner is the least of their worries at this point.

Bonus King Alistair: Yeah, he really didn’t have time to notice. There were more pressing matters to deal with. If Romanced: “Keep that beautiful face covered, love. Your identity is a vulnerable point, as much as I hate that. Our enemies would use you to hurt me and use me to hurt you. If I can’t be here with you, at least you can try to stay safe.”

Leliana: She knew immediately when they were found in the Temple of Sacred Ashes, but she didn’t know what to do with the information. She kept it to herself, allowing Cassandra and the others to think whatever they wanted to think until she had the opportunity to speak to them alone. “Why are you here, what happened?” she asks them. Though their answers are far from satisfactory, she’s willing to trust that her old friend would never have done what they are accused of. If Romanced: “My love, we must stop meeting like this,” she giggles to them even though they’re shackled in a cell. She’s cleared the room to speak to them, ostensibly to question the prisoner. She grins at them, completely certain in her belief that they are innocent, that something else is at work, and she’s simply grateful to be back with her lover even under such circumstances.

Cassandra: She’s suspicious, especially with how careful Leliana is being around them. She wonders why they insist on the mask upon having their hands unbound, but allows it anyway. She has her suspicions about who they are but keep them to herself. When she finally knows for certain, she’s more confused than anything else. “Why not simply tell us who you are?” she asks. “It would have helped remove suspicion from you to know that you were the one who ended the Blight!” If Romanced: “You didn’t trust me with this?” she asks them, a bit hurt. “You are a great hero, someone I admired before we even met. And I treated you so poorly when we met. Knowing this would have saved us both a lot of trouble.”

Cullen: Though the last time he saw the Warden was in the midst of his torture, he remembers them as clear as day. He knows who it is that stands before him on the battlefield, masked and cloaked though they are. He could never forget. He would rather forget. If Romanced: “I knew it was you from the first moment I saw you, mask and all,” he confesses, rubbing the back of his neck. “I wanted to thank you, to ask your forgiveness for what happened the last time we saw each other, but I realized that you must be hiding for a reason so I stayed quiet. I’ve kept your secret, and I will continue to do so if that is your wish.”

Solas: He knows the name, he knows the title, he knows the significance of their actions, but he doesn’t know them. He recognizes them as he studies the Anchor, but it seems to him that their identity doesn’t particularly matter. He keeps it to himself more out of indifference than any desire to keep their secret. Whatever they seek by hiding won’t affect his plans at all, so it doesn’t matter. If Romanced: “I knew. I’ve seen your face in the Fade more than enough to recognize you, but I saw no reason to reveal this information. We were both under enough suspicion as it was without adding to it unnecessarily.”

Sera: She didn’t know. She had no idea. She thinks it’s kind of cool and she’s impressed that they were able to keep the secret so long. “If you’re that good at hiding yourself, think you’ll be that good at pranks?” If Romanced: “So you were a hero even before all this Coriffyshite? Wow, you’re even bigger than I thought. Famouser. More famous. Oh, you know what I mean. Now give me a kiss, you big hero.”

Blackwall: He’s taken entirely by surprise, and one of his first thoughts once the shock wears off is why they didn’t out him as not being a Warden. He’s too afraid to ask, of course. It’s humbling, though, to be in their presence, to know them so well and work together as they do. If Romanced: Again, he wonders why they didn’t tell everyone he wasn’t a Warden, but he figures that someday he’ll work up the courage to ask. “I’m sort of honored that you would want me, after everything, out of everyone. You could have just about anything or anyone you want, but I’m so glad it’s me.”

Vivienne: She didn’t know enough about the Hero of Ferelden to pick them out of a crowd, but the mask made her suspicious since they clearly weren’t Orlesian and it wasn’t decorative like hers; it was a mask to hide behind, not a mask to show off. She tried many times to parse their secret, to discover what lay under that mask. She had a feeling it was important and a good thing to know, but after a while she decided to let it be. If they wanted to tell her the truth, then they would, but all she was doing was exhausting herself. When she finally does find out, she’s more delighted than anything else and congratulates them on their ability to keep their identity secret for so long.

Dorian: Honestly, it wasn’t his business and he didn’t really care to find out why they always wore a mask. When he does find out, he thinks it’s all a marvelous joke and spends quite a long time trying to figure out what everyone would think if they found out. If Romanced: “Well, that’s… oddly intimidating, now that I think of it. You defeated an archdemon. Oh, amatus, and now you have to face another one? One that is controlled by an evil, ancient magister, no less? Don’t worry, I’ll be right beside you the whole time.”

Iron Bull: He had his suspicions. He’s not Ben-Hassrath for nothing, after all. But he kept his thoughts to himself and went along as if everything were just peachy. When the truth is finally revealed to him, he claps them on the shoulder. “No wonder you’re so good at slaying dragons!” If Romanced: “Yeah, I know. Thanks for trusting me with it, though. It’s okay, kadan. I’ve got your back.”

Varric: He didn’t know until they told him. “Look at that! I get to fight alongside both big heroes of the age!” he cries. “This is so going in my book. It’s way too interesting not to.”

Cole: He knew. Of course he knew. “Yes, tainted blood, aching heart, you’ve seen so much death, lost so much of yourself. It’s okay. I’m here. I’ll try to help.”

Josephine: She didn’t know, didn’t guess. She knew there was something worth hiding under there, of course, but she didn’t expect this. She wonders what the secret will do to the Inquisition, if it should be revealed or not. She leaves the decision up to them, but worries about the consequences if the secret is discovered by their enemies or accidentally revealed by their allies. If Romanced: “Oh, my love, why didn’t you tell me? This changes nothing about my feelings for you, of course, but I wish I had known!”

lost and found

summary: adrien and marinette get drunk together, adrien spills his guts, and marinette quickly realizes that the partner she lost two years ago after the defeat of hawkmoth is right in front of her. oh, boy. aged up AU.

genre: romance, humor, angst, crying children 

cross-posted: ao3

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“Do you remember Ladybug and Chat Noir?”

Marinette felt her brow furrow in a knee-jerk reaction. She almost wanted to laugh. Did she remember Ladybug and Chat Noir? She had lived and breathed Ladybug and Chat Noir. They formed a core part of her soul. But it had been a long, long time since Paris had needed its heroes.

After the defeat of Hawkmoth, Chat Noir had disappeared. And after a few weeks of showing up on rooftop after empty rooftop waiting fruitlessly for her partner to come out from the shadows, Marinette had forced herself to retire Ladybug as well. After a tearful goodbye with Tikki, she’d handed the earrings back to Master Fu and assured him that if evil ever returned to Paris, she’d take them back in a heartbeat.

The depression that had ensued had been unfathomable in its depth. The eighteenth year of Marinette’s life was a black hole that she hardly remembered.

Subconsciously, Marinette raised a hand to one unadorned earlobe. It was only when she saw Adrien look at her curiously, cautiously, that she realized she hadn’t responded yet. “Uh—uh-huh,” she said, nodding.

“Well, what if…” Adrien’s eyes fell to his hands, which were folded in his lap, but he appeared to force himself to look back at her once more before continuing to speak. “Mari, what if I told you that I was Chat Noir?”

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What’s Your Number? (Stark!Reader x Pietro Maximoff)

Word Count: 1671

Summary: The reader tags along to a party with Steve, Sam, Bucky, and Pietro. And then, a bet blossoms between the Stark and the Maximoff.

A/N: sorry for my lack of posting!! I was uber busy last weekend and then school during the weeks, I hope you guys understand. <3


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Clubbing

Warnings: smut ;);) 

(I’m sorry ok one day I’ll have an actually good title)

Enjoyy

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I couldn’t remember exactly how it happened. Dan and I had intended to head out for a couple of drinks, before returning back to our hotel for the night. We’d just finished the last show in our US tour, so tonight was a night to celebrate and we meant to enjoy it as much as we could, but we did need to leave early the next morning for a meeting which it would be wiser to attend than not. Dan had suggested that we went out for a bit, had a couple of drinks and met up with some friends, and then headed home before midnight. However, this was not exactly the path things had taken. It was about two in the morning, and Dan had disappeared off in whatever club it was that we were in to get us more drinks. I couldn’t remember exactly where we were, but I didn’t care. I loved moments like these, moments where it was actually acceptable to lose yourself in music and movement and bodies and alcohol and your own uninhibited desires, or at least to pretend to. It meant I could dance as close as I wanted to my friend, and everybody else, including him, was too drunk to care. I made my way slowly to the bar through the sea of bodies and coloured lights, but I still couldn’t see Dan. I slid into a chair and rested my chin on my hands, but just as I did so, two drinks clapped down onto the counter beside me, and two arms slipped around me from behind, heavy and messy and so warm, and Dan’s voice was suddenly murmuring in my ear, sleepy and seductive, although that was perhaps only in my head.

“Here you go, babe,” he breathed, moving to sit beside me. I couldn’t remember how much he’d had to drink, but it was definitely significantly more than me, and it doesn’t take much to wreck Dan. His shirt was open at the neck and the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows, sweat glistening on his collar bones and in his hair, pushed back off his forehead in an adorable tously quiff that I felt a sudden impulsive need to run my fingers through. He smiled at me, lopsided and heart-stopping and so much more open than I ever normally got to see. We sipped our drinks in an easy, contemplative silence for a few moments, and then Dan asked if I wanted to dance, and I didn’t know in what manner I acceded, but suddenly Dan’s hand was on my arm pulling me out of my seat, and we were swallowed by the pulsating mass of bodies. There was no space, and although bodies were pressed into me on all sides, the only one I was aware of was Dan’s, his arms draped loose and heavy around my waist and his thighs and crotch flush with mine. I tried to breathe, shaky, hurried breaths, but my gaze was scattered, from his hair to his eyes, dropping hurriedly to his lips and then regretting it, a trembling mess who hoped to God that Dan was too drunk to notice the painfully obvious bulge in my jeans against his.

“I like this song,” he murmured, drawing my attention, unbidden, to his lips once again, and the mesmerising shapes that they formed. I could feel the alcohol in my veins, burning fire, clouding my mind and making rational thought impossible.

“Don’t you?” He asked, slightly disconcerted by my lack of response. We had abandoned any pretense at dancing, just swaying our bodies together in time to the music, wrapped around each other in a way that I hoped he wouldn’t remember through the haze of tomorrow’s hangover.

“Mmm,” I replied, a moan falling from my lips as his crotch rubbed against mine.

His eyes darkened. “Oh, God, Phil,” he breathed, eyelids falling shut, and he ground into me again, his closed eyes allowing me to study his face in all the detail I craved, and I was falling, filled so completely with the need to touch him, for him to touch me, that nothing was enough. I tried to lose myself in my best friend, in his hips and his crotch and the way sweat beaded on his beautiful forehead, the warm steadiness of his hands on my back, the aching sound of his voice, the smell of his hair, but I couldn’t, perpetually terrified of going too far, doing too much, and losing him forever. But he wasn’t terrified, or at least he didn’t seem to be, rolling his hips against mine and making me tug his body impossibly closer, desperate hands running over the planes of his back, his shirt sticking to his skin with sweat, a tiny part of my brain still trying to claim that this was what friends did, that it was okay, but it wasn’t what friends did and it really wasn’t okay; there was nothing okay about the slant of his neck and the dangerous glint in the hazy brown of his eyes, nothing okay about the way his body moved against mine and his hands clutched my shoulders like he was drowning and his lips formed the shape of my name almost soundlessly, like he didn’t want to and yet there was nothing he could do to stop it.

“God, Phil,” he groaned again, in a way that I felt more than heard, my body singing, and I really, truly wanted nothing more than to stay there forever, but for some reason I said, “I think we should go.”

He pouted, my knees weak, threatening to collapse, and he whined, “Phil, I like it here. We never go out.”

And now my mouth was saying things like, “We have a meeting tomorrow”, and “We need to get some sleep”, and “You’ll thank me in the morning”, but my heart was saying, stay, stay with me, wrap all of you around me until there’s none of me left and I can finally be a part of your bones and your skin and your soul, and I no longer have to exist without half of me.


But he let me drag him out of the club, our legs and arms tangling, unwilling to let go, his hand weighing on mine, burning red hot, a constant invasive reminder of his immediate presence that clouded my thoughts beyond coherence as I tried to focus my attention on apple maps to get us home. He was soft and giggly and warm, tripping over his feet and stumbling against me, but despite all of this, when we finally reached our hotel and found our corridor, I believed I was going to push him away, make sure he got into bed, and leave for my room.


I stopped in front of his door, the carpet fuzzy beneath my exhausted feet, and turned round to ask him for his key. He smiled deviously, and his arms hit the wall on either side of my head, and then my body hit the door behind me, and then his mouth hit mine. I was so shocked that I could do nothing to prevent my body from instantly responding, my hands grasping him and pulling him closer, closer, winding in his shirt and his curly hair, clutching his ass and surrendering my body to him. He fumbled behind me, not breaking away for a moment, and then the door burst open, and we half-stepped, half-fell into his hotel room. It swung sharply shut behind us, and he threw me on the bed, straddling me, bony knees and elbows and a soft mouth that leaned down to capture mine again. For the first time, I couldn’t think, every part of me consumed by him- not even by thinking of him, but by him himself, leaving no room for any thoughts. His lips left mine, trailing hot open mouthed kisses down my neck and chest, throwing my shirt to the floor. I tried to pull his off too, and he shrugged it off impatiently, the sudden expanse of Dan taking my breath away so I almost didn’t notice as he pressed wet, sloppy kisses to the V of my hipbones and tugged open the buttons on my jeans, until his mouth was suddenly on my clothed crotch, and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips at the sudden wild need that coursed through me from his touch. The heat and the friction were almost too much, and I squirmed in agonising pleasure, my hands fisting in the sheets on either side of me. He pulled my boxers down with his teeth, then licked a stripe up the inside of my leg to my dick again, and took the full length of me into his mouth without hesitation. I gasped, my vision going dark, sweating, panting, writhing under his touch. “Dan,” I cried, his name a breathless moan, “Stop! Stop, or I’ll-”

He pulled off, licking his lips, a sleepy light in his half lidded eyes and precum dribbling down his chin as he crawled unceremoniously up the bed towards me again.

“Ooh, Phil,” he moaned, as I pinned him underneath me on the bed, ripping his jeans and boxers off of him and put one hand to his crotch, rubbing in hot, teasing circles that made him bite into my shoulder and hiss deliciously dirty noises against my neck. I reached the other to stretch him, but he turned his face into my neck and moaned, my finger catching on his clenching rim. “Oh God, Phil,” he groaned, desperate fingers grasping at me, eyes heavily lidded, burning with desire. “Just fuck me already.”

“But I need to-”

His jaw clenched and he turned his head to the side, another moan spilling from his lips. “Fuck, Phil, I- I did it yesterday, just- oh God,”

The thought of Dan’s fingers inside himself, Dan moaning, a hot mess, cumming all over himself and maybe this very bed, broke every resolution I’d had, and I pushed into him without warning, trying to wait for him to adjust to the size of me, but his tight, hot, clenching walls testing my remaining resolve. “Are you ready? Oh, God, are you ready?”

“Fuck me, Phil,” he begged, and I couldn’t hold on any longer. I thrusted into him with a steady rhythm, filling him completely and making him mine, the friction against my dick pleasure almost beyond what I could bear, and I vaguely registered his hand coming up to stroke himself, moaning out as I hit in exactly the right spot. I adjusted my angle to hit it every time, pushing his hand out of the way to rub him myself and gritting my teeth to hold my orgasm at bay until he came first, suddenly, with a cry almost of pain, gasping my name and then moaning, “Phil, cum for me, baby,” and my orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. I know that I must have made some noise, but I don’t remember, lost entirely to the heat of him and the sensual, overpowering pleasure that shot through me, blinding me to anything and everything else.

biology professor (tc imagine)

@redblushcrush: Hey! I saw you’re doing TCC requests. Could you do one of a biology professor who’s kinda crazy/sly but cool?Also could it be more on the “I want to take care of you” side though? Like nothing too sexual. Thank you! Sorry if this is so weird! xo  

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You watched as your biology professor waltzed through the classroom door. Of course, you tried to look away, but he made it almost impossible. His tall, slim frame moved gracefully, his luscious dark hair shining subtly in the light. You couldn’t help but admire all of his qualities, but you had a thing for his beard. He was such an indescribably beautiful man, yet if someone asked you about him, you could gush for hours on end. His class was the most important to you, but unfortunately the once you could concentrate least in.

“So guys, how was your summer?” he asked everyone, a sparkle in his bright eyes.

There was a chorus of ‘good’s and 'okay’s from your fellow classmates, to which he rolled his eyes at. “Come on! I need more than that! Okay…. George, how was your summer?”

George, the pretty blonde guy with the extremely rich parents, shrugged. “Pretty good, I went to Bali.”

TC/N clasped his hands together. “Fantastic! I’m sure your family and your servants had a wonderful time.”

His comment was light-hearted and teasing, and George knew not to take it the wrong way. This was the good thing about TC/N - he never meant any harm by what he said, and always took other people’s feelings into consideration. He was the kind of man who would make an amazing husband and father, and fortunately for your imagination, he was neither. Yet.

The Biology professor looked around the class, his eyes landing on the quiet and studious red-head sitting at the front. “Hanna? Your summer okay?”

She nodded enthusiastically. “Yes Sir,” she replied quickly. “I went hiking a lot with my brother.”

“Hiking’s a lot of fun, and a good way to get your heart pumping,” he grinned, winking at her. Of course, no good-looking teacher could live through the day without charming the girls. Unfortunately, every girl in this class was charmed by him, but not in the way you were. You felt a connection with him that no one else had - maybe it wasn’t love, but it was pretty close.

He took one last look around. “Who should I pick next….” he trailed off, his eyes scanning the class before meeting your lustful gaze. “Y/N. How was your summer?”

You shrugged. Your best friend moved away, your boyfriend cheated on you, your parents were arguing. Could you reply with 'shitty’? “Not too great,” you smiled weakly.

A look of concern crossed TC/N’s face. “Aw, I’m sorry. If there’s anything we can do, we will.”

And after shooting you a reassuring smile, he got up and began lecturing on the impact smoking had on your organs. Of course, you tried to listen, but you kept getting thrown off by him. You wondered a lot about him - what is favourite colour was, if he preferred Mario or Sonic, whether his favourite decade was the 80’s or 90’s…. he must have been born in the late 80’s, he didn’t look old. A definite 90’s kid, you thought, a smile spreading across your face.

Your thoughts were interrupted by TC/N calling your name. “Y/N, as great as it is to see you smile despite your summer, this module is really important and I’d appreciate it if you answered my question.”

He raised an eyebrow, an amused smirk on his face. Your cheeks flushed red and you averted your gaze. “I didn’t hear it,” you mumbled, embarrassed. “Lost in thought.”

“I’ll let you off this time,” he told you, holding your gaze for a few moments before moving the question onto someone else. A feeling of relief washed over you as he reassured you hadn’t completely messed up in front of him. Earning a teacher’s respect was one thing, but earning the appreciation from a teacher you were infatuated was quite another.

Sooner than you thought, the last bell rang and students grabbed their things and hurled themselves out of the door like savages. You calmly packed away your books and pencil case, swining your bag over your shoulder and walking toward the front of the class.

“Y/N, could you come here a sec?” he asked, looking at you with his puppy dog eyes.

You nodded, taking a seat at the desk facing his. “What’s up?” It was the norm to be casual with most teachers at your school, but TC/N had enough respect for and from the students that he was almost the class clown, a friend everyone had.

“That’s what I want to know,” he said, a grin crossing his face. “Why did you have a bad summer?”

“I didn’t say it was bad,” you interjected, folding your arms. “It was just…. okay, yeah. It was bad. I don’t know, a lot of shit went down.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Language,” he teased, before regaining his seriousness. “Care to elaborate?”

You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to look into his eyes. “I caught my boyfriend sleeping with another girl,” you told him. “Then my parents started arguing, and to top it all off, my best friend’s moved to a state on the East coast.”

Silence fell between the two of you, and you gazed around the empty classroom, taking in the amount of life and personality it had. Instead of it being white and bland like every other class, he’d covered the walls in different colored cloths which presented photos of students conducting experiments as well as biology posters to help day dreamers like yourself learn something, at least.

“You had a pretty rough time, ey?” he said.

You nodded, tears starting to well up in your eyes. Don’t cry, not in front of him, you thought to yourself. Save it for later.

Unfortunately, he noticed your tears and immediately stood up, walking over to you. “Hey, don’t cry,” he spoke softly, placing a hand on your back and rubbing it gently. “Everything will work out, I promise. Stand up.”

Confused, you got up from your chair, mirroring his stance. He opened his arms up and you moved closer toward him, your hands moving around his torso. He wrapped arms around your protectively, his chin resting on the top of your head. “It’s all going to be okay,” he whispered as tears fell onto his shirt. It was such a bittersweet moment for you. Here you were, in the arms of the man you felt so many feelings for, but you were to wrapped up in your own emotions.

After what felt like forever, you pulled away from him, a small smile coming to your face. “I’m sorry, I must look like a mess right now,” you said.

He shook his head, grinning. “Never.” He wiped a couple of tears from under your eyes, and you knew that the feeling of his calloused fingers against your soft skin was a feeling you’d remember and treasure for a long time.

“You know you can always come and talk to me?” he asked, his eyes locking with yours in sincerity. “About anything you want.”

You nodded, “I do now. Thank you, really. It means a lot.”

He waved a hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it. I’m really sorry about your boyfriend as well, he seems like an asshole.”

“He was,” you giggled. “He’s not existent anymore.”

“I’m glad,” TC/N grinned.

A silence fell again, and you looked away. “I should go, I’ll miss the bus otherwise,” you told him. “Thank you for everything.”

He shook his head. “It’s no problem, darling. See you Wednesday.”

You exited the classroom, walking toward the bus bay. Your heart was beating a thousand times a second, your stomach was crowded with butterflies and you felt as if you were floating - completely unstoppable. The effect this man had on you was insane, and you weren’t even romantically involved. If only you could be.

Dream Girl

Pairing: NaruHina

Rating: M

Words: 5,000+

<<Part 3

AN: I didn’t forget about this. ♡


The springs of Naruto’s tattered old mattress let out a squeal as he attempts to shift into a more comfortable position. His eyes, heavy with exhaustion, continue to stare at the ceiling of his bedroom. Although utterly tired, the feelings of embarrassment and uneasiness in the pit of his stomach still linger from last night’s outing.

Since then, he’s received exactly ten missed calls, four voicemails, and 14 text messages. Naruto does not respond to any of them. Instead, he listens to the constant vibrations of his cellphone and anxiously waits for them to pass. When they do, he continues to silently berate himself for his foolishness.

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anonymous asked:

any and all kingbury headcanons??

I’m going modern AU with this one *cracks knuckles* 

  • Georgie is secretly a really great cook but he doesn’t like to often (because it’s too much work obvs) so when he does cook for Sammy he makes a big deal out of it with candles and wine
  • Sam trying to get his work done, typing away on his laptop and George needs constant attention so he pushes his screen closed multiple times with a pout on his face 
  • poor Sammy getting annoyed because yelling at George just makes him laugh more. like it’s impossible for him to take Sammy seriously he just wants to pinch his cheeks when his face gets red we all do. well at least I do
  • Kingbury going to stay at a hotel and George just HAS to book the honeymoon suite for them like no ifs, ands, or buts. even though they’re not newlyweds it is a must
  • going shopping with George is a nightmare for Sam bc he doesn’t really care but George likes him to look his best so he picks everything out for him and sends him into the dressing room, having him model it all and telling him how beautiful he looks but how he looks even better with nothing on and ofc that gets sammy all flustered 
  • when they decide to move in together they live in Sam’s apartment and George (who has lived in a huge fcking estate his whole life) has to learn the hard way that neighbors can hear  e v e r y t h i n g ;)))
  • george is a total blanket hog. oh and he has a personalized eye mask with his name on it 
  • they argue over things like children ok literally anything, from the remote for the TV to something as stupid as who should get up to turn off the light. 
  • Sammy is ticklish and George uses that against him very often in said arguments bc he likes winning and also seeing sam’s cute little face scrunch up when he tickles him
  • ok but Kingbury at the beach. ohmYGOD OKAY. Sammy going overboard with sunscreen and George making fun of him saying he worries too much. but then George gets a terrible sunburn after and sam’s like “i tried to warn you” and helps cover him with after sun lotion
  • ALSO Sam wears one of those old-fashioned swimsuits that’s striped and has like a shirt and shorts just sayin
Jerejean Fake Dating AU

I was going to wait until Monday and post the whole thing at once, but I got impatient and so I’m going to spread it over three days. This is for @rikomoriyamaofficial for the @aftgexchange. I’m so excited to finally share it with you and I hope you like it! Part’s 2 and 3 will be up tomorrow and Monday. Extra thanks to @amarulasmile for helping when I was stuck and to @beanmoreau and @faintlyglow for their general enthusiasm with their sneak peek.

Jeremy Knox is a bad idea.

Jean knows this because all Jeremy has to do is smile at him and Jean is prepared to hand him the entire world on a platter. It’s an exaggeration of course- Jean has lines, things he can’t or won’t give. He just knows Jeremy would never cross them, knows that Jeremy is so different from everyone who’s hurt Jean in the past.

Which is why when Jeremy comes to him looking nervous and sheepish one day after practice, he’s wary of whatever is about to come out of Jeremy’s mouth. Similar incidents in the past four years accompanied by that facial expression have included the 4 AM Jet Lag Milkshake Fiasco, The Glitter Glue Greeting Card Debacle, and more kitchen catastrophes than Jean cares to recount. He should be used to Jeremy’s schemes by now, at 25 and after 4 years of living with Jeremy and two years on the same pro team.

He’s still somehow surprised when the first words out of Jeremy’s mouth is, “Will you come with me to my sister’s wedding and act like we’re dating?”

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Beauty and the Demon // Ch. 4

Hey guys! Finally got chapter four of Beauty and the Demon completed :o) This one is an important bit that will help flow together the rest of the story which is why it took me so long to get it done because I wanted it to be flexible to help tie in other parts of the story!! Anyway I’ll shut up now and let you guys read!  

Read it on FF: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12395578/5/Beauty-and-the-Demon

@dreamer-of-the-wandering-suns @keichanz @inu-yaasss-a @kag-san 

“You’re going to kill him?!” Kagome screeched at the tall man across the small clearing of trees.

“What use would I have for such an old man? He’s weak and far too short to reach the tops of cabinets to clean.” The man shrugged as if it was no big deal. Kagome shook with a mixture of fear and anger because of what little thought this man had for someone’s life. Did he have a conscience at all?

“Take me to him, please.” Kagome asked as her voice quivered as she tried to restrain her emotions, she kept it just loud enough so the man could hear what she had said. The man’s golden eyes studied the girl dressed in a shade of green similar to the evergreen pine needles.

“No.” He replied without a second thought, as if the thought alone was enough to make him hurl.

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i really wanted some zev/warden + the ‘oh no theres only one bed’ trope so here we go (also a few of my other favourite tropes but it’ll ruin the plot if i told u 👀) special shout out to @bittywritings for the spanish translation

oh also it gets like mildly nsfw but only a little 

Snow.

He had never signed up for snow.

Killing Darkspawn, absolutely. An obscene amount of rain, that too. Terribly sticky, muddy, Fereldan fields, he would tolerate at best… but only with a blonde mage that would chat to him with infectious enthusiasm at his side.

Zevran Arainai was an adaptable man, was forced to be one, but he drew the line at a snowstorm of all things.

It would have just been too much for the Urn of Sacred ashes to be somewhere sunny, in Rivain maybe, in the middle of a brothel, next to a beach. No, the blasted Urn just had to be in the middle of a frosty wasteland.

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@villian-or-hero || continued

      Lacie had always been someone that was able to make Jack feel… alive. In a beautiful yet strange way. He was still curious on how her mere presence was able to stir emotions inside of him, ones in which he has not felt even as a child. So, upon hearing Lacie’s proposal of singing to him, how could he say no? It was impossible for how obsessed he could be with the crimson eyed women.

         Jack believed it to be impossible for him to ever resist the brunette, at least not anymore of course. He was forever captivated by her and her lovely music.

         “Nothing would make me more happy!”

Always so excited. Always so happy. Lacie could see how much Jack enjoyed spending time together with her. How rejoiced he must have felt when they finally met again after all those years. To think Lacie would once see the boy she met once in the alleys again as she’d never imagined it. But there he was, trying to be with her as much as he could.

What did Jack mean to her? The same question kept reading in her mind over and over again. He wasn’t her family, so should she see him more as a friend…? It just seemed very strange to call anyone that. She never had a friend before, or at least it was her own choice not to befriend anyone, believing it wasn’t worth her time and who would want to be friends who carries two crimson eyes and marked as a child of ill omen?

“You really love my songs, don’t you?” Lacie giggled. “I’m glad. I’m glad someone is willing to listen to them~” These words…She really meant it. Singing was the only was to soothe her fragile heart and to see someone listen to them was truly a gift.

Compliments

Summary: He gives her compliments every day. She feels like she should return the favor, and so a princess gives her advice…

Notes: I’m trying to squeeze out as much of my writing muse as possible before school starts again. I think the more I write the more they turn ooc hurghhhh

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You're Enough (Matt x Reader)

(A/N: Josh’s prank and the wendigos did not happen in this fanfic, in fact they  just went to the cabin to all catch up, nothing bad, just friends having fun and Beth and Hannah are alive and yea, nothing bad at all happened.)

You were glad that you were finally going back to the Blackwood Pines, but you didn’t think that it be freezing cold, but the moment you neared the Blackwood Pines and noticed the ground covered with snow, you regretted not wearing more layers. You reached for your backpack searching for another layer to keep yourself warm and toasty.

You turned up the music on your phone, hoping it would distract you from the cold. Your ears were filled the beautiful strumming and chords of Ed Sheeran’s ‘Kiss Me’, making you a blushing mess. As his voice started to fill your ears, your mind was forming an image of a person that made your heart race…Matt.

You could imagine his bright smile contrasting against his chocolate colored skin. The hours spent practicing his football skills to join the varsity team as a freshman. While he spent time practicing you would watch him from the bleachers cheering him on as you studied, did your homework, or read a book. You would occasionally get dragged on the field by Matt to help him practice, but it would always end up you trying to tackle him but instead he would just bring you into a hug as he twirled around. You remembered spending school nights at his house tutoring him on subjects that he wasn’t good at, since he wasn’t the brightest student, and needed help frequently, especially since he wanted his grades to be good enough to keep him on the field.

But as time passed you grew to love your best friend Matt. He was just a ball of sunshine that would do anything to make people laugh, sure he could be a pushover at times, but when someone really needed help he would find the courage to do the impossible. You thought that maybe he would grow feelings for you as well, but that wasn’t the case when Emily set her sights on your best friend.

She had broken up with Mike and before you knew it she started talking more with Matt and before you knew it, they were together. But what hurt most was that you saw it coming, she was beautiful, had a perfect GPA, popularity, outgoing, the list goes on…at least in your head, why would Matt be interested in you when Emily was clearly the better choice…at least that what you told yourself.

Soon the dynamic duo of Matt and (Y/N), the jock and the quiet one weren’t a duo anymore. Sure you two still considered yourselves friend, but not like before, those days of you watching him practice plays, were over as they were replaced with shopping sprees that Emily would make Matt go through, study nights were replaced with Emily helping Matt instead. Friday nights watching his games was replaced by you hanging out instead with Chris and his best friend Josh.

But despite all the changes that had been made, your feelings for him haven’t one bit, they were still there, strong as ever, especially in the small moments you would spend with Matt. Like the time you ran into him when you were going to pick up the newest volume of your favorite comic. You spent the whole day with you, him constantly laughing with you, actually buying you both lunch, and eventually walking you home. At your doorstep, right before you were going to head inside, you turned to face Matt, his face close to yours, you noticed that his eyes shifted from your eyes onto your lips. You thought that he was going kiss you, but instead looked away; he was too much of a nice guy to cheat on Emily.

There had been other moments, when you could see that there were some hidden feelings between you and Matt but brushed it off as him just missing you two being as close as you once were. You texted Chris if it was possible for him to meet you at the cable car, since you were really late, everyone was most likely at the lodge, but you were two hours late than the time Josh had set. You mentally cursed yourself for missing the first bus knowing full well that the next bus wouldn’t come till an hour later. But of course with your luck, that one hour bus wait became longer as they had to stop mid trip to adjust the bus tires to be able to cross iced and snowed roads, lagging your arrival by almost another hour, with the stop to fix the tires and go slower for safety.

The song of the ginger’s voice started to fade, making you wonder how things were going to be this year, how different it would be since this the nights spent with Matt by the fire would now be replaced with Chris and Josh, as Matt cuddled with Emily.

Your phone buzzed looking down at the message Chris had sent.

Yea no worries, gives me and Josh an excuse to escape the drama that’s happening up here in the cabin

-Chris

You wondered what happened up in the cabin, as far as you knew the only sort of drama that could have happened should have been between Beth and Hannah, since Hannah thought that as twins Beth had to get a matching butterfly tattoo, and at times she even argued that Josh should get one too, since they were all such close siblings. But that shouldn’t be drama that would make him and Chris leave the cabin.

‘What happened?!’ you texted back wanting to know what was occurring in your absence

Well let’s just say that there’s tension between Matt and Emily involving Mike, we really aren’t sure ourselves  but me and Josh will gladly go pick you up, just tell us when your near so we don’t freeze our butts out there

You texted him that you should be there in about half an hour and told him to tell Josh that you were sorry for being so late. Chris texted you that they would be there at the cable car waiting for you, and that Josh said it wasn’t a problem as long as you showed up. You texted that you would see them soon and that you were sorry once again, as you turned up the music, hoping that it would drown out your thoughts of Matt out.

But the next song started to play, hearing the soft intro of A Rocket To The Moon’s ‘Like We Used To’, even though you and him never were in a relationship, part of you felt like it was the song that described your feelings for Matt, because just like the song states, will Emily be able to love him like the way you knew you easily could. You could only guess that even though Emily said that she was over Mike, she still harbored feelings for him, and was only using Matt as a rebound. There have been multiple times that you wanted to tell him, but when you would see that he was so happy with Emily, you couldn’t force yourself to tell him, you couldn’t hurt your best friend like that, and just hoped that maybe Emily would see him through your eyes, and fall in love with him, like the way Matt was starting to do with Emily, she would notice the amazing guy she was with and comply forget Mike, it just had to happen, for Matt’s happiness at least. But that wasn’t the case, especially if they were fighting for it.

You quickly skipped the song, not wanting to think of Matt any longer, and thankfully the next song was something more upbeat, and spent the remaining time forming a playlist void of any songs that would remind you of Matt.

You were hoping off the bus, making sure that you had everything before you stepped off; you thanked the driver, which he actually apologized in return, saying that he was sorry about the delay. You were walking down the path to the cable car, seeing a shadow against the lights. You wondered why Chris came alone, since usually wherever Chris was, Josh tended to follow, or maybe it was the other way around?

“Hey I thought Josh was coming with you?” you said readjusting your duffle bag on your shoulder.

“Sorry (Y/N) just me right now,” you heard the voice of the last person you expected to be here.

“Matt?” you said walking up to him, seeing a forced smile on his face, making you wonder even more what happened up in the cabin if Matt was here without Emily.

“hey (Y/N)”, he said trying to sound happy, “Chris and Josh were busy fixing the hot water for Sam, and they sent me down here to get you, hope you don’t mind,” he said with another forced smile.

“No I don’t, I just didn’t want to go up by myself,” you admitted as you readjusted your bag again.

Matt noticing your struggle with you bag quickly walked up to you, his hands reaching for the straps and carefully taking it and slinging it across his chest.

“I can carry my own bag, I mean its seems unfair to make you carry it,” you said reaching for your bag only to have Matt take a few steps back with a faint smile…a faint real smile.

“I don’t mind (Y/N), besides maybe carrying bags is all I’m good for,” the smile quickly disappearing.

“Hey Matty, don’t say that, you’re good at a lot of things, what made you think that?” you said placing your hand on his shoulder, letting his dark colored eyes meet yours.

“nothing, just something Emily said,” he quickly turned not wanting you to see how he his face was pained, “come on let’s get you back to the cabin before Chris and Josh send a search party for their best friend,” he said wanting to change subjects.

“Hey you sure you’re alright?” you asked taking a seat next to him in the cable car.

“Of course I’m fine why I wouldn’t be?” his pearly white smile trying to convince you otherwise.

“Matt, we may not be as close as we used to but I know when you’re lying to me. You can talk to me Matt, I’m always here to listen,” you said nudging his shoulder with yours, giving him an honest smile.

He gave you a faint smile, “I guess you’re right,” his hands gripping onto his knees, seeing the skin on his knuckles tightening, “me and Emily had a fight, it got pretty verbal, that’s sort of why I came to pick you up, I just needed to get fresh air,” he finished.

“That bad?” you asked.

“Yea, I accused her of cheating on me with Mike, and well you know Emily when things don’t go her way,” he sighed.

Yea, you did know how he was when things didn’t go her way, but still you really thought that maybe with Matt things would be different, “hey pretty sure she will forgive you, or forget about it completely, I mean you’re a great guy Matt, it would be dumb for her not to forgive you,” you smiled hoping that you wouldn’t give away how much Matt meant to you.

“You really think am I great guy?” his dark irises focusing on your eyes.

“Yep, of course you’re a great guy Matt, such a great guy that it’s a fact not an opinion,” you smiled, hoping that maybe know you would actually see his smile.

He laughed, letting you see the wide smile that you have been wanting to see for a while, “well it’s good to know that someone thinks that of me,” he laughed.

The lift taking longer than you thought, catching up with Matt, helping Matt forget his worries with Emily, which was something that you wanted to do. Despite not spending so much time as before, it was so easy to talk to him, it was as if you two never stopped talking at all, easily falling into old habits when you were close best friends, making you miss those days.

“I can’t believe Josh convinced Chris to do that,” Matt laughed as you told him the crazy things Josh would make Chris do in hopes of getting him and Ashley together.

“At this point I feel that you can convince Chris to do anything if it involves him dating Ashley,” you laughed in return.

You were almost to the top of the mountain as you noticed that Matt had a warm smile on his face, the strain in his voice and posture all gone, and in its place was the calm and carefree Matt, the same one that you grew to love.

“You know I miss this,” Matt admitted, more like whispered that you could barely hear him, you gave him a questioned look wanting him to repeat himself, “I miss us”, he repeated. Your face heated up at his choice of words making you quickly look away, not wanting him to see how flustered you were. Matt noticed his choice of words and “I- I meant that I miss us talking like this,” he quickly added, his own face heating up as well.

“I know,” you said still not wanting to look at Matt directly since you knew that it was still burning up. Before Matt could say anything the cable car came to a stop, and never had you gotten up so quickly and walked out, “come on let’s not keep everyone waiting,” you said relieved as the cold icy air hit your face, and hopefully the cold air will cool down your heated cheeks.

“Yea,” Matt responded hoping that he didn’t totally mess up his friendship after having a glimpse of what it used to be like.

“Matt,” you voiced as he walked right next to you, his chocolate colored eyes meeting yours with full attention, “I miss us too,” you repeated, with a smile.

Matt smiled, glad that he totally hadn’t ruined things with you, even though there was one thought that constantly was running through his head when he was with you, that made him think twice of how to speak to you, “maybe, we should hang out more, I mean if you want to?”

“Matt, I never wanted to stop,” you admitted, your voice coming out of as a whisper, wanting to actually confess to him that you did in fact love him. but what would be the point…he was with Emily, he loved her, and if there was one thing you knew about Matt, was that he wasn’t one to cheat, he had a heart of gold. So like always you just kept your feelings hidden.

“Then why did we stop, because I never wanted to stop hanging out either,” his voice laced with an unknown pain…at least to your ears.

You wanted to tell him, you really did want to tell Matt that seeing him with Emily hurt. That you thought you could handle seeing your best friend that you loved with someone else, but you couldn’t, it just hurt too much , you wanted to admit it but you couldn’t say that, you didn’t want to ruin anything, or make Matt feel guilty of his relationship…he didn’t deserve that.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged your shoulders, “I guess it just happened.”

You were glad that the cabin was coming into view, because you weren’t sure how much you could the silence that was present between you two. You wanted to tell him that Emily was the reason, but that wouldn’t be the complete truth. Although Emily could be rude and bitchy, she never once told you to stay away, she didn’t forbid you and Matt from hanging out, you just assumed that you two shouldn’t hang out.

The crunching snow and wind were the only sound, and just as you were approaching you were startled by Matt’s yell, “Emily?! What are you doing?” you looked over to what Matt was looking.

And there your own jaw open in shock, there hidden by the tree line were Mike and Emily both of their lips separating he moment that they heard Matt. Emily could be many things, but you never thought that she could be a cheater. Emily pushed herself from Mike’s arms, her face showing how she was thinking of how to get herself out of this mess.

“Matt it’s not what you think,” she said taking a few steps forward.

“Not what I think Em” his voice was mad, “you were kissing Mike, you told me that you weren’t cheating on me, you lied to me”, Matt exclaimed, his own voice wavering between anger and pain.

“Matt, you have to listen to me,” Emily said wanting to close even more space as she was now within arm’s reach of Matt.

Emily was reaching for Matt, but he quickly moved his arm, not wanting her to touch him at all, “there’s nothing you can say to fix this, I trusted you and you did this to me,” he said before walking away.

“Matt,” Emily called out, as she placed her hands on her face knowing that there really anything that she could to fix things.

“I can’t believe you would do such a thing,” your voice laced with anger, “you too Mike,” not forgetting that Mike was as much to blame as Emily, as you ran after Matt, hoping that he didn’t run too far, but luckily you were able to follow the tracks on the snow.

You followed the tracks, and there in a clearing sitting on a picnic table was Matt, his face buried in his hands, as his shoulders were slumped. You didn’t think that you ever saw him like this ever, not even when he lost his first game as a starter. You carefully walked up to him, placing your hand gently on his back. His head shot up as his body tensing under your touch. Once his dark irises met yours, his body relaxed but his eyes became even more broken.

“I trusted her,” he whispered, his face burying in his face again.

“I’m sorry Matt,” you said taking a seat next to him.

“You’re not the one that should be apologizing (Y/N), you haven’t done anything wrong,” he said looking over at you.

“I know but I feel like I should have told you were a rebound. I feel that if I told you…you wouldn’t have dated her, and you wouldn’t be like this now,” you said leaning against him, hoping you wouldn’t blurt out too much information, “I’m sorry for not telling you,” you repeated.

Matt let out a small chuckle, an almost pained one, “I already knew I was, it wasn’t that hard to notice,” he admitted.

Your eyes widened as lifted your head up to look at him face to face, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Matt always knew…then why would he do that to himself? “If you always knew then why would you put yourself through that?”

Matt looked away, his mouth opening and closing, trying to find the right words to say, his mouth opened a bit before it closed shut, he looked directly into your eyes before letting out a breath he didn’t even know that he was holding, “I was hoping that maybe if I dated Emily…it would make the other feelings go away.”

Your head tilted to the side a bit, more confused than ever, “what other feelings?” you asked leaning it a bit.

Matt stared down at your lips, biting his own before putting space between you and him, “the feelings I have for you!” he blurted out.

“Me!” your heart racing as you processed what he had admitted.

“yea, I have liked you since we were freshmen in high school, and I love you, but I guess I thought that if I dated Emily…the feelings would go away,” he admitted.

Your heart was breaking, shattering a bit more every time it beat. Matt wanted to forget his feelings for you…liked you really that bad of a thing? You grip on your jeans tightened, your gulped, “is it really that bad if you like me?”

Matt quickly turned to you, “no, it’s just”, he turned away for a second, “you deserve better than me,” he whispered. Your eyes met, you silently begged him to tell you what he meant by that. “I’m not the brightest student, you knew that from our tutoring sessions, you’re the smartest person I know (Y/N), and could easily get accepted anywhere you want, while I have to do everything I get for colleges to look at me. I thought that maybe if I became an amazing athlete, than maybe it would make me feel like I deserved you. But now…I feel like I deserve you less, how can I be good enough when my girl…ex-girlfriend would cheat on me?” he said with a few stray tears flowing down his cheeks.

You inched closer to him, wrapping your arms around him, pulling in for a hug, “Matt”, you whispered letting your forehead rest against his shoulder, “you don’t have to prove yourself to anyone at all, Matt you’re perfect, you’re good enough for me, you’re good enough for anyone,” you said giving him a warm smile.

“You’re only saying that because you’re too nice,” his voice calming down a bit, but still weren’t any closer on making him smile.

You inched your face closer to him, feeling your face heat up at knowing that this was it, “no Matt, I’m saying that because I love you too,” you whispered.

Matt quickly turned to look at you, his face shocked before a smile formed on his face, “you do?” trying to hide his smile, but failing miserably.

You nodded, not being able to find your voice to tell him. Your face was burning, your heart racing and pounding against your chest. You bit your bit nervously, not knowing what to say or do; you admitted your feelings, now it was his turn to decide what to do with your confession. There was a small silence between you and him; you were going to talk when suddenly his lips crashed against yours. Your eyes widened as you felt his warm lips pressed against yours, but soon fluttered closed, as your hands cupped his face bringing him closer. It was a rash kiss, feeling his teeth clank against yours, but soon grew into a loving kiss.

His lips were soft against yours, just like you expected it would be. His hands wrapped around your waist pulling your closer to him, well as close as he could since you were both seated next to each other. He broke the kiss to shift to face you, his legs on either side of the bench and pulled you closer, as you turned your body to face him. Your hands were placed on his shoulders, as his were placed on your waist, letting your chest press against his.

His lips found yours again, and it was like his lips were made for kissing yours, the way he knew how to kiss you, how to make your heart race, it was as if you two had been doing this for a while, so perfectly in synched that there was never an ounce of awkwardness, instead filled with need for the other, wanting to catch up for the all the time that was spent thinking that the other didn’t love them back.

Your body was melting in his arms, not wanting to stop…but your lungs however were a different story, while you begged for more of Matt’s gentle kisses, they begged for air. Finally not being able to withstand any longer, you broke the kiss, your cheating rising and falling quickly, trying to get the air it needed. You looked over at Matt, seeing that he too was breathless, his lips slightly swollen, making you wonder if yours were just as swollen or more.

Matt’s chocolate irises locked with yours, a large smile on it, “this was not how I expected things to turn out this trip,” he chuckled, his hands lacing with yours.

You looked down at your interlocked hands, feeling his warm hand encase yours, liking that even they seemed to fit perfectly together, “I didn’t either, is it bad to say that I’m glad it did turned out…I hate how we ended up together…but I’m glad we did”, you hoped he wouldn’t think about his relationship with Emily any more.

“No it’s not bad, I’m glad were together too,” he said kissing your lips again, feeling the smile as got lost in the taste of your lips.

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WELL THAT IS A LONG Matt IMAGINE, BUT SERIOUSLY AT THIS POINT I DON’T THINK I CAN WRITE SHORT IMAGINES ANYMORE.

Well I hate that I had to write Emily and Mike as cheaters, since Emily is one of my second favorite female character, at this point I love them all…except mixed feelings about Ashley, I like her at times and them dislike her.

FEEL FREE TO REQUEST UNTIL DAWN IMAGINES, MAY WORK ON Chris IAMGINE SOON, AS WELL AS A Josh, BUT WELCOME FOR IDEAS ON WHAT TO WRITE ABOUT.

HERE ARE THE LINKS TO THE OTHER UNTIL DAWN IMAGINES

Make the Nightmares Go Away (Josh x reader)

Just Tell me (Josh x reader)

Birthday Surprises (Josh x reader)

No More Tears (Simon D x Reader)

P.S. This was requested by an anon. I hope you like it, it was extremely fun to write and it’s super fluffy. Enjoy!

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When Kiseok met you it was like love at first sight. Hyun-Jung had hired you to do her nails, and because she was busy you came to the studio. You were very good at your job, alot of artists were your regular clients and the prize might be a little bit high, but it was worth it. You were a perfectionist, you always made sure everything was just right.

When you walked in the room, with a bright smile and using both hands to hold your bag, your beautiful hair falling next to your face, Kiseok couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He was the one that guided you to were Hyun-Jung was, he even stayed there during the process cause ‘he was curious’. That was when your secret was discovered, you awlays liked to play music while working, so you put on your regular playlist and got to to work. a few minutes in and his song was heard, at first you didn’t realise it, but then you saw him smilling and you blushed, the playlist was filled with AOMG songs.

After that Kiseok made Hyun-jung do alot of stuff just so her nails can get at least a little bit dirty so you can come over, he even offered to pay for it when Hyun-Jung complained about it. The third time you came, Kiseok had to leave the room for a minute, Hyun-jung took the opportunity and told you everything about what was going on. When Kiseok came back, your hands were slightly shaking, you were extremely quiet, you didn’t look up from her nails. Kiseok looked at Hyun-Jung who smiled at him, he knows she told her everything. He asked you out the same day, of course you said yes.

Everything happened so fast. A few months of dating and you were married, he asked you to be his wive when you where backstage at one of his concerts. He had just got off the stage and you were all sitting in the dressing room having fun, out of the blue he turns to you and asks you if you would marry him. You laughed thinking it was a joke and said yes, then he got down on one knee and took the ring out of his pocket.

“I love you. That’s all I can say, you make my life better, you make me better. I promise to love you until death, will you marry me?”

Nobody except Jay knew about it- he had helped with the ring- You teared up and said yes, making everyone cheer and hug you, congratualting you for the engagment.

The wedding happened during winter, you always wanted to get married when it was snowing, and Kiseok did everything you wanted him to do. It was a beautiful wedding, only people that were very close to you were invited. Kiseok teared up when he saw you in your wedding dress, you looked more beautiful and happier than ever. He didn’t have a single doubt that you were the love of his life.

You both wanted kids. What better way to show your love of one another than a beautiful baby? You learned about your pregnancy when he was on tour, so you waited for him to come back and tell him. You put in a beautiful box the pregnancy test and a few pictures from your ultra sound. When he saw them he took you in his arms and geve you a kiss.

6 months after you that and 13 hours of labour pains, you could finally hold the little girl in your arms. She was beautiful, a great combination of two cultures. Everyone shed at least one tear when they saw the little girl, especially when they got to hold her.

“The AOMG princess”

Jay said. It was true, everyone treated her like royalty. She was full of life and innocnence, it was impossible to not like her, to be around her was to love her.

Now little Ye-na was two years old and the ultimate daddies girl. It is porbably because he was a very busy man, so she wasn'tused to him being around all day like you did. She missed him alot those few months, first it was the show me the money recordings, now it was the smtm tour, it was hard for her to understand why he was missing for so long, it mostly scared her.

“Where’s daddy?”

She asked while you bathed her. She was asking this every day, your hear ached when you saw her little pout and her dull eyes. You smiled at her and continued to wash her

“He’s coming home soon”

“You said that yesterday”

She said, looking down at the water. You weren’t lying, he was going to be here tonight, but after her bedtime, you wanted to surprise her in the morning.

“Come on princess, bed time”

You said wrapping her in her pink towel and taking her to her bedroom. You put her pajamas on and read her favourite book, ariel. She fell asleep in the middle of the story, you kissed her forehead and left her room, you cleaned around the house until you heard the door open. Your husband walked in the house, you runned to him and hugged him.

“Welcome back”

You said. He smiled and gave you a kiss. He looked tired, he probably was, the touring and the concerts, plus the long hours of the plane ride did not help.

“How are you? How was Ye-na?”

“She was good, she missed you a lot”

Kiseok felt guilty about living you and his daughter alone. He wanted what was best for you, that was why he worked so hard, so he can provide everything you ever needed. You didn’t stop working and you already had everything, but he still felt the need to work as hard as he can for you two.

“Go take a shower, you look like you could use some sleep”

You said to him. He nodded and walked to your bedrooms bathroom. He took a quick shower and changed his clothes, lying next to you. Before you could do anything you heard you daughter crying, instantly you got up and runned to her room. She was crying hysterically, you scopped her in your arms to calm her down

“Shhhhh princess, why are you crying?”

“Bad dream”

She managed to say. She had this often when Kiseok was not here, she missed him so much she could not sleep peacefully, you started bouncing her in your arms and kissing her head

“I want my daddy. mommy please”

You felt terrible. Kiseok heard his daughter and walked to the room with a smile

“Why are crying little girl?”

The second she heard him he turned to him and streched her arms for him. You passed her to him and he held her close, her little head on his shoulder as she cried. He rubbed her back trying to calm her down

“no more crying princess, daddy is home”

“daddy”

She said and kept crying. You were tearing up, looking at this sweet yet sad scene, her love for him was so strong that even when she saw him she still kept crying. Kiseok started singing to her her favorite song ‘won and only’ and she started to calm down.

“There you go, no more tears.”

He said smilling to his pride and joy. She wrapped her small arms around his neck keeping him close

“daddy is home”

She said. You could hear how tired she was from all the crying, kiseok kissed her soft cheek and hugged her tightly

“Didn’t I say that you would have to be good to mommy when I was gone”

He told her. She was an angel, but nights were difficult, she liked to be put to bed by him, mostly because he was home at the time.

“I am”

“She was a very good girl”

You told him. You approached them and rubbed your daughters back, she was slowly drifting back to deep sleep. Kiseok put her back on her bed and tucked her in, giving her the little winnie the pooh that Hyuk-woo had given her.

“Will you leave again?”

“I don’t know sweetheart, but I will try to get you and your mom to come with me, would you like that?”

“yes”

He smiled as he saw her slowly closing her eyes. He kissed her forehead one more time, he runned his hands through her hair until he was sure she was asleep. He came to your bedroom and layed back with you

“It’s hard for her”

“I know. It’s hard for you too”

You missed your husband. But you knew that he was an artist, he had to do this.

“I understand, she can’t”

“I’ll try to get you two with me the next time”

“That would be nice, our first family trip”

He kissed your lips and brought you closer to him. He missed his family, he always wanted to have one and now he barely had time to enjoy it.

“I love you miss Jung”

“I love you too”

Originally posted by jayseattle

anonymous asked:

What are your favourite Sterek fics? Sorry if you've answered this before

Nobody asked before ! :) So there’s no order in this list (probably just by when I read it). (here’s my Top10 made on February 2017)

- Mated  : Stiles already had a history with skin magazines for werewolves. It wasn’t like he was new at this, even if his modeling portfolio was completely pathetic. He was cool and collected. He was a jaded professional. He was not at all prepared for working with Derek Hale. (37k)

- Mistletoe Never Lies :   Derek Hale loves his family, he really does. He just wishes they weren’t so determined to set him up. When he finally blurts out that he has a boyfriend, and quickly gives his mother the name of the barista at his local coffee shop as his “boyfriend”, he figures that buys him a little peace.
He probably should have been paying attention to the part of the conversation where he agreed to bring Stiles home for Christmas to meet the family.  (
19k)

- No Homo  : Stiles’ sophomore year starts something like this: 3 FourLokos
+ 1 peer-pressuring cat - 1 best bro to end all best bros = 1 Craigslist ad headline that reads “str8 dude - m4m - strictly platonic”. Derek is the fool who replies. (84k)

- Font size twenty-four : Stiles is a librarian and research professional extraordinaire. So, when Derek comes in, asking for help with research for his new book, it’s only natural for Stiles to offer his help. He just didn’t count on late night waffle eating, or that his heart would go boom. (10k)

- Cornerstone  : Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else. (83k)

- Windows  : Derek has a new neighbor who won’t stop looking.Excerpt:“You’re blind,” Derek said flatly, the anger draining from him so suddenly he felt almost woozy.  His vision cleared, his claws sliding back into blunt fingernails.“Thanks for the memo, genius,” the kid said acidly.  “I can still fucking defend myself, so don’t take another damn step.”“Fuck, I…I’m sorry,” Derek stuttered.“What?!”  The kid’s brow crinkled.  “I mean — what?! You’re fucking sorry!?”  His lips thinned into a harsh line.  “What, is this some kinda Hallmark movie where you’re discovering the error of your ways because you don’t want to rob a blind person?!  That’s fucking condescending, man.  I’ll have you know that —”“Just, wait.”  Derek interrupted what was apparently the start of a convincing argument as to why he should rob the kid after all, feeling his head start to spin.  “This is — it’s a misunderstanding.  I’m — I’m not robbing you.  You’re — you’re safe, okay?  I’m taking three steps back. Just — just let me explain.”“Explain why you came busting into my apartment?  Yeah, go right ahead, man, I can’t wait to hear this epic tale.” (83k)

- Practice Makes Perfect  : In his sophomore year, Stiles gets dragged to lacrosse tryouts by Scott and ends up practising alongside the senior captain, Derek Hale. Stiles just wants to live long enough to become a junior. (21k)

- Porn Wolf  : Derek Hale, a werewolf and porn star, also known as Darren Hayden, is looking for a new partner after a minor misunderstanding. He’s lucky enough to get a request from Stuart Novak, a popular twink with a thing for blowjobs, knotting and werewolves in general. A guy, Derek knows too well from a variety of videos and he maybe has been drooling over for a long time. But, how well does he know him really? And more importantly: Will they ever stop making suggestive and inappropriate jokes? (65k)

- Dude, Werewolves  : Stiles gets partnered with Cora for a history project, and they become bros.  Also, he kind of falls in love with her older brother, Derek. (30k)

- Hello, Heartbreaker: It’s a popular joke among Alphas: fuck an Omega, get heartbreak on your hands. Omegas are fragile little emotional things, needy and whiny. Stiles refuses to become that, or to believe that he’s anything like that.Stiles and Derek have been fuckbuddies for a while when Derek loses his memories of the past three years - and them - in an accident. (Also - everyone’s a werewolf, and everyone’s alive.) (18k)

- my heart’s been offline  : 31/M/New York. Rich, lays in bed all day, likes to read (aka Derek Hale, son of an Oscar winning actress, brother of one obnoxious reality star and one rebellious fashion designer, hates the paparazzi so much he’s a recluse)26/M/California. Boring office job, likes to read (aka Stiles Stilinski, co-owner of a 100 acre organic farm with his dad and two best friends, writer of obits for a newspaper, has absolutely no life)Or, where Derek and Stiles meet online, and Stiles has no clue Derek’s part of a famous family. (59k)

- Gravity’s Got Nothing on You  : “Three weeks,” Derek says. “Still don’t want to,” Stiles says.“I’ll pay you,” Derek says, and that… that has Stiles interested. Alf’s Antique’s may be a great job, but it’s not a high-paying job, and half of Stiles’s tuition is coming from financial aid, so…“How much,” Stiles asks, “are we talking here? Because I know your family, dude. And it’ll be kind of awkward after.““My family thinks you’re some sort of fucking gift to the world,” Derek seethes, like he’s jealous, “they’ll probably be pissed at me when we break it off, so don’t worry about that. Five hundred bucks.”“A thousand,” Stiles says, because screw ethics. Also, the Hale family is loaded. Derek can deal. (83k)

UPDATE (on Feb 23th 2017) (under the cut)

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Purple Ties and Granted Wishes

This is what happens when I have destiel and Jane Austen feels and need to cheer myself up. Enjoy!

“Thank you, dear.”

Dean smiles at Mrs. Leeds as he is supposed to as the polite spinster omega he is. That’s all he does during balls these days: pour out tea, look after children if there are any. Be the shadow on the wall, so that no one remembers the Winchester son who was born wrong.

Until his presentation when he was seventeen, he and everyone he knew believed he’d be an alpha. He wasn’t, and suddenly he had to smile and be nice and pleasant and wait for a proper mate to court him while Sam was treated as the older son and heir.

He bears Sam no ill will. He loves both him and his mate Jessica (née Moore; their father had been incredibly happy about the advantageous union) dearly, and thankfully they feel the same, so that when his father finally gave up on Dean’s thirty-second birthday and told him that he might wear a purple tie if he wished, the sign that an omega considers oneself too old to be courted, he could come to live with them to avoid his father’s disappointed stares.

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the best part about being a monster is not caring what happens to myself

Summary: In which Phil has synesthesia - an ability to “see” sounds and “smell” colours. However Dan has a secret, which is an eating disorder.
Genre: fluff & angst
Word count: 6.7k
TWs: swearing, vomiting, eating disorder
A/N: Huge shout out to @ohmygoyouguys​ !!! This fic wouldn’t exist if it was’t for her!

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Could you do a reaction (GIF of possible) when they find out you speak more than one language?

Sure! Here you go!

SeokjinJin was a little hesitant to talk to you the first time he saw you standing outside of Bighit Ent. talking a mile a minute into your phone in French. He was intimidated to say the least, here was a beautiful girl that he wanted to talk to, yet it seemed impossible when the only language he spoke was Korean and maybe a little English. When he approached you and said hello, you answered back in fluent Korean, surprising him. Jin was fascinated at the fact that you could speak more than one language, and constantly asked you to teach him French, which he got the hang of pretty quickly. 

Originally posted by vminv

YoongiIt was late at night and you were home alone at the apartment you shared with Suga, talking to your parents over the phone. Suga crept in through the front door, softly closing it behind him and heard you talking on the phone. The thing that struck him as weird was that you weren’t speaking in Korean. You were speaking in Italian. Suga knew that you weren’t from Korea originally and never really prodded you as to where you were from. After you got off the phone Suga acted as he always did. He went on about his day as usual, but when you were getting ready for bed he leaned over and told you that speaking two languages was on his list for a girlfriend. He said it added to your swag and that he would be totally fine with you speaking it all the time, even though he wouldn’t be able to understand a word you were saying.

Originally posted by jungkooksarms

NamjoonBeing bilingual himself, Namjoon wasn’t that surprised that you could also speak two languages: Korean and Icelandic. After you two had begun to date, he insisted that you teach him your mother tongue. He tried learning it himself just like he did with English but gave up, showing up at your apartment complaining that it was too hard. You thought it was cute seeing your boyfriend frustrated and at his wit’s end. It always seemed like he could pick up any language so easily. He was happy to take lessons from you and started calling you “yeogyosa,” or teacher in Korean. The two of you would spend the late hours together, some nights at your place, others at his, going over the strange pronunciations and alphabet. One of the first things he learned was “I love you.” The next morning as you were making breakfast, he snuck up behind to hug you and whispered in your ear, “ég elska þig.” You looked up and smiled back, “Nado saranghae.”

HoseokHobi was so excited that you could speak another language. You spoke Japanese, which was helpful for Hobi to know since he went on tour to Japan with the boys. You started teaching him word by word trying to get him to wrap his head around the language. He should have grasped it fairly easily but Hoseok had little attention for seriously learning a new language, so you often had to bribe him with kisses and showing him your awkward dancing to get him to cooperate. Once he did learn some he did his happy dance that was showcased on AHL. He was so excited to show his newfound language skills that he ended up not speaking formally on a Japanese interview. He wasn’t fazed though and continued to show off. At the end he remembered to thank his beautiful girlfriend for teaching him Japanese, making his signature aegyo at you through the camera. 

Originally posted by btsbucketlist

JiminBeing the cute cupcake that Jimin is, he was very willing for you to teach him Spanish. His reaction was overall surprise that you were so smart and talented to be able to speak two languages, he would always spit out random words not making any sense in the slightest. He would often get shy or embarrassed when he could not get a phrase or verb conjugation right, yelling out in angry Korean. First, you taught him the tenses, present, preterite, future, conditional, imperfect. His head was spinning by the end of a mere “How are you?”. He was a little intimidated by how much information there was to know, but he practiced with you any time he was off from Bangtan. He learned the phrases “Te amo” (I love you) and “Donde esta el bano?” (Where is the bathroom?) pretty quickly. And soon he knew all sorts of phrases thanks to his sheer determination. He would say a lot of stuff to his hyungs, and often get into trouble because they had no idea if what he was saying was rude or not. All in all, learning the Spanish culture and language was an activity that Jimin enjoyed thoroughly and he planned on going to Spain with you in the near future. 

Originally posted by mint-ee

TaehyungV was utterly unaware that you spoke two languages. Living in Korea there was no need for you to speak Chinese. You were backstage for one of their award shows, talking to Got7’s Jackson. You were speedily talking away with him about promotions and how the Got7 boys were doing. When V got off stage he stood there stunned at you talking to Jackson with such grace and confidence. You were always a little shaky and nervous when you spoke Korean and now he knew the reason why. On the way home V asked you to teach him your first language. He wanted to be able to talk with you in your own language like you did for him every day. Being a little absent-minded sometimes, V couldn’t really learn your language all the way through, eventually giving up and sticking to a few key phrases you taught him. Wanting to make it up to you, V made sure to leave notes around the house for you to find written in perfect Chinese, always making you smile.

Originally posted by sonyondan

JungkookYou and Jungkook were on your weekly date, just leaving the Thai restaurant a block away from your shared apartment. You approach a woman looking down at a map and her phone which was saying directions in German. You saw that she was totally clueless, even with the directions her phone gave her. Letting go of your boyfriend’s hand, you walked up to the woman and asked her in fluent German where she was going. She nodded vigorously at you and thanked you profusely for your help and went on her merry way. Going back to Jungkook’s side, he had a look of astonishment on his face. You two continued on your way home, all the while Jungkook questioning you about how you knew German and if he could learn it too. You agreed to teach him and he bounced on the balls of his feet acting like the little kid he was. He picked up German really quickly and soon you two were talking to your mom and dad on skype about what was going on in your lives. Jungkook was proud of himself and you for being so committed, teaching him from a different time zone when you were out of the country. Jungkook also had some fun with saying naughty German phrases to his hyungs when they were at dance practices, earning him some backhands from Jin and Suga.

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~ Admins Unnie and Sugamama

A list of Yuri on Ice fanfics that I would like to recommend (no one-shots)

solo and pair by  calciseptine

Yuuri keeps his mark hidden. (Soulmate AU)

A Moment Like This by  neeharu

After the death of Viktor’s sister, he decides to take in her five year old, Yuri who’s headstrong and dislikes him for no particular reason. Through the journey of learning how to become a father, Viktor is captured by the adorable beauty of Yuri’s kindergarten teacher, Yuuri Katsuki who seems to have a knack for children, skating and smiles- everything Viktor was searching for. 

starstruck by shizuoh

“Hold my son for a moment,” says the Viktor Nikiforov, live in the flesh, sweaty and panting.
“Wha—” Yuuri can’t even begin to comprehend what’s going on before Viktor is gone, and there’s a child in his arms.
(in which yuuri is a simple barista, viktor is a famous movie star, and yuri is an 8 year old kid stuck in the middle of it.)

Love on Ice by ShiroPhenix

Victor Nikiforov 5 times world champion stared impassively at his ceiling, Makkachin spread across his stomach. He absently patted the dog’s head as pondered about what he should do next after his recent win. He wanted something new, something people have yet to see about him. Surprise is something he is known for.However he had already won every competition there is, the grand prix, the Olympics, the Four Continents and the world championships…

A smile broke out of his face. Looks like there is still a stage he could surprise the world with.
WORLD SYNCHRONIZED FIGURE SKATING CHAMPIONSHIP

Unwritten by 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.

The Frozen Lake by wisia

Instead of returning to Hasetsu after graduation, Yuuri goes to Russia instead. There’s a strange frozen lake, and Victor Nikiforov is missing apparently.

Born Trepidatiously by  Lem_Reali

Yuuri injures himself while trying to execute a move he was yet ready for, leading to recovery by means of resting. Yuuri panics, and ignores all advice by secretly practicing while Viktor returns to Russia for the holidays. Unable to train like before, he starves himself to not gain weight. Matters only get worse from there, and now his coach must become his saviour, before Viktor loses Yuuri to himself. Gen/Angst. Trigger Warning.

Only Blooms at Night by queen_egotist

It has been more than two decades since winter has started. According to legends, only the most beautiful person in the village must be sacrificed to the God of Ice as his bride to appease his anger and end this eternal winter.

Under the Ice by gameboy_advance

Victor Nikiforov, a highly esteemed operative of a criminal investigations agency, is assigned to the case of the mercenary by the name ‘Eros’. They’re notoriously elusive, hardly ever leaving a trace, only enough to identify it was them who was there. To pursue Eros’ real identity and actually apprehending them seems impossible. Viktor is already busy as it is, and now he has to chase a ghost story to an end he doesn’t see. He doesn’t expect this to be easy at all.

At least the ice skating instructor who works in the rink across the street is cute.

Reviving Old Magic by Miss_Ebony

Yuuri stopped his wondering when the man reappeared at the rink-board, stepping onto the ice, his blades running smoothly over the cool surface. Then he took off at a leisurely pace, his movements fluid and surprisingly beautiful. He skated some rounds at that pace, changing now and then from skating forwards to skating backwards, and it looked so natural, so easy, like he’d never done anything else in his life, like he’d learned skating before walking.

At this point, Yuuri was already enraptured by this man even though he didn’t realize it right away.

– AU where Yuuri never started a career as a professional ice and figure skater and thus has absolutely no idea who Viktor is.

Blue Roses by Fauks

the royalty, ABO Soulmate AU that no one asked for.

a collection of irregularly updated oneshots of Victor and Yuuri growing up together

On My Love by 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.

Rivet by textbookpardox

Yuri gets kicked out of school and decides to move in with the dad he barley knows.

purple stried orange by EyeOfKaleidoscope

“The music swells around him, and he sees more than he hears as colors bloom to life around him, droplets of blue splashing across golden backgrounds as a lush green valley spreads beneath his feet, flakes of red sparking to life with every clean cut his blades make across the ice, and he lives in the color.”

In which Yuuri hears in color and ice skating becomes a whole new world to him.

Broken Rules by waterproofbacon

Yuuri has some problems: he’s the new student in a big city school, he misses classes frequently because of his health, and, worst of all, he’s failing his history class.
Viktor has some problems as well: he’s bored with his life, he has no idea what to do as a first-time educator, and, worst of all, no matter what he does, a certain student continues to fail his class.
Falling in love is the unspoken rule that mustn’t be broken no matter what, but when the teacher and the student come together, it’s almost impossible not to.

Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by 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.

Silent Ice by ofskatesandwatercolor

Some figure skaters found their inspiration from music. Some found it from joy, from sadness, from laughter, their deepest desires, from the elegant sound of their blades scraping the ice. Viktor Nikiforov had never dreamed he’d find the inspiration to enjoy his life-long passion again, until he met deaf figure skater Katsuki Yuuri. 

Paper Crowns by DeanOh

Katsuki Yuuri is a brilliant thief, and unfortunately, gets caught stealing from a very important man. Malnourished, he spends his time in prison until one day…he’s saved.
He’s free.
As free as he can get.
Under the wing of Victor Nikiforov, Yuuri learns the ways of a high-class thief, one who knows how to manipulate their target, how to seduce them, how to steal from them without getting caught. It’s thrilling to know Victor’s eyes are on him, the praise turning into gentle touch as Yuuri gets better.
And sometimes, only touch isn’t enough.

Rise Above the Tides by Kashoku

Yuuri was going to go out on top, just like Viktor had. He was going to win gold in his third World’s appearance and then retire to spend the rest of his life with his husband. But when a freak accident during his finale free skate leaves him blind, Yuuri finds himself spiraling into a world darker than the one in front of his eyes.

Slow Shutter Speed (To Capture Every Imperfection) by  Bulletproof_BoyScouts

Katsuki Yuuri, a world famous photographer who hides away in a little studio in Tokyo, finds that maybe fashion photography isn’t so bad. Not when you have the brightest smile in the whole of Japan (and Russia) shining at you through the lens.

Melodies Unheard, but Felt All the Same by Watermelonsmellinfellon

Yuuri wanted to make history as the first deaf man to win the Grand Prix Final. Of course he’s a little skeptical of Victor Nikiforov’s presence, especially considering the reactions from others who have learned about his lack of hearing.

But Victor proves to be different, and Yuuri appreciates that. Now all that’s left is to tell the figure skating world about it.

Koi no Yokan by moimiles

Yuuri is a somewhat known designer who dropped everything after a disastrous show. Almost a year later, he starts casting models for his new collection and world famous model Victor Nikiforov shows up, wanting to be a part of the show regardless of how much he gets paid.