i had nothing to do so sorry

shigeo: “the reason you’re so hostile towards me. you hate your own kind. you are a little like me. not the fact that you have psychic powers… it’s your lack of self confidence. take away your psychic power, and you have nothing left. you’d be an empty shell. you know that, and you are afraid. that’s why you want me gone. you don’t want to admit that without psychic power, you can’t accomplish anything.”


To the girl with the glasses -

I am so happy to see you’re doing okay. I had also wondered if everything was alright as I hadn’t seen any of your letters. I’m glad you’re still reading along with us :)

Secondly, you have nothing to be sorry for. At all. I, too, was one of the people rooting for you & Jason, but you are the writer we ‘know’. And we always had your best interests at heart :) If a break is what you need, that’s okay. If you decide you’re better off on your own, that’s okay too. We’re still here supporting you and wishing you nothing but the best. 

~Bridget, a fellow DMB reader


Richard Dean Anderson at OzComicCon 2015

I just rewatched the episode, and the scene that just slayed me, was when Aaron told Paddy he was happy.

Aaron didn’t think he could be happy, and probably never felt that magnetic, all-encompassing love that he feels with Robert. Imagine Aaron having these moments, where he just realises that he is happy, moments where it hits him that all the things he thought he could never have are now his reality 

Waking up next to Robert, limbs entangled, smelling of sex and Robert, breathing it in and just laying his head on Robert’s chest and feeling at home.

Coming down to see Robert and Liv having breakfast, his toast ready and the kettle newly boiled for his cup of tea, and knowing he has a family.

Robert giving him a kiss on the cheek as he leaves to go to work and Aaron just smiling like an idiot because Robert Sugden chose him.

Meeting Robert for lunch at the Woolpack, and chatting about anything and everything, and their fingers touch under the table and Aaron just feels good and right and like this is something he could do for the rest of his life. 

Robert getting home late from a meeting, and Aaron has saved him some food, Robert circling his waist with his arms, because they are alone and he’s a soft git, and thanking Aaron before he has dinner, and Aaron not only knowing that he is happy, but that he makes someone else happy.

Lying in bed and listening to Robert brush his teeth, playing with the ring on his finger, waiting for Robert to join him, and feeling completely safe in the knowledge that he will always have Robert to come home to.

Feeling the reverence with which Robert presses kisses to his jaw as they have sex, moaning and touching in all the right places, until they are both undone and Aaron’s mind is completely free of worry, completely blissed out as he pulls Robert to him and lays his arms around him, and he just knows that this is the way he always wants to spend his evenings. 

  • Qrow: Ruby... what's your favorite fairytale?
  • Ruby: Qrow, we need to get you medical attention. I think you're poisoned.
  • Qrow: I'm fine, I drink harder stuff than this for breakfast.
  • Ruby: Are you sure it's nothing?
  • Qrow: Yeah I'm-
  • Qrow: *Clutches wound* AGHH!
  • Ruby: Oh my god, Qrow, I'm so sorry! If I hadn't stepped in...
  • Qrow: Hey, I told you I'm fine. It just needs a bandage. You didn't do anything wrong.
  • Qrow's wound: *Begins turning purple and pulsating*
  • Ruby: Oh my god, what have I done!
  • Qrow: You didn't do anything! I'm a Branwen. Our wounds always turn purple and- AHHHHHHHGGGGGHHH!
  • Ruby: Uncle Qrow!
  • Qrow: *Begins shitting himself*
  • Ruby: Oh my god, I can't believe i interrupted that fight. If I didn't, you wouldn't have-
  • Qrow: *Right arm falls off*

@demisexualhale sorry you had a rough time today. have this au that i saw you talking about after i creeped on your blog. it’s… uh. probably not what anyone involved thought it would be. but i hope you like it? 


sterek. 2k. spy au. warnings: i know nothing about spies, secret criminal organizations, or technology in general. just roll with it.

“I’ll pay you twenty bucks to hum the Mission Impossible theme while I do this,” Stiles muttered, fishing an exacto knife out of his tool belt. He fit it under the very edge of the ID scanner and, with a flick of his wrist, popped it off like a dream.

“You could pay me twenty thousand and I still wouldn’t do it.”

“Spoilsport.” Gently pulling all the wires out into the open was the easy part; it was identifying the right one to snip that was going to be the tricky part. Would it kill all organized crime syndicates to stick to one universal standard?

“Try the yellow wire. Third from the left.”

Try?” Stiles repeated under his breath. “We’ve been planning this job for weeks and you want me to go in with ‘try’?”

He could practically hear the eye roll on the other end of the earbud. “Cut the wire, agent.”

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Here are some winter aus too

- I slipped on ice outside and you ran over and tried to help but ended up slipping too so now we’re both just kinda lying on the ground

- You built an igloo this morning and every time I look out the window you’re just kind of sitting in it doing nothing- are you okay?

- We had a snowman building contest and I built a really cute family of them and you built a cannabalistic snowman eating another one- jfc there are children here what’s wrong with you

- You were walking your dog by my house and I was aiming to hit the tree behind you with a snowball but I just nailed you in the face I’m sO SORry do you want hot chocolate??

- Would you stop trying to sell the neighborhood kids yellow snow saying it’s a lemon slushee-honestly I don’t know why I married you

RFA+Saeran Suicidal MC

Can you write headcanons for the rfa and saeran with an mc who wants to kill herself because she feels like she doesn’t matter and nothing she does will ever matter

I got this prompt before things went downhill on my end, and I’m so sorry it has taken me a while until I was able to write this for you, anon.

I really hope you’re doing okay, and know that you’re loved. Please if you need help, remember to talk to loved ones, friends, or to look up suicide hotlines for your area (Google as an incognito mode if you’re stressed about your history). If you’re thinking of therapy I used to use BetterHelp.com. They had an app and it was nice not having to voice all the negatives, just writing them down. And some places offer free therapy as well.

Do not be ashamed for wanting/needing help. It’s so much better than the alternative.


- He showered you with compliments on the daily.

- He didn’t know you. You were still just some person behind a text message screen.

- Why did he care so much?

- Out of the camera’s prying eyes, you locked yourself in the late Rika’s room, curling up beside her bed.

- She was so much better than you in every way, so much more lovable, likeable. No one ever batted an eye to you unless it was just to be flirted with.

- You knew those advances would go away the moment they saw you for who you were.

- Some over-depressed whiny fuck.

-  You covered your face, hating how harsh you had to be to yourself, when you heard the phone ring. You peaked over, the action seemingly taking over a year, but you recognized the face on the ID.

- Zen.

- You answered, a low “Hello”, to which he acted surprised to.

- “Eh? Are you sick? Did our RFA princess get a cold?

- Silence. Long enough that you heard him shuffle with the phone, probably to check if you were still on the line.

- “Mc? Hey, are you okay?

- “Why do you care?”

- “…What kind of question is that?

- You scoffed.

- “Hey, whats up? What’s wrong?

- “What, you going to just flirt with me? Save the damsel in distress who you don’t even know?” You swallowed, the action making your throat feel like it was being torn apart. 

- “I do know-

- “No you don’t! You don’t even know what I look like, let alone how I act! How I really am! Just some selfish fuck up who can’t even compare to that Rika girl you all keep talking about!”

- Silence again, and your felt your heart manage to break even more. “That’s what I thought, you can’t even-”

- “No, I’m still here. I’m listening.

- “To what?”

- “To you. To you venting. Mc, please just. Keep going.

- Out of anger you did. Anger towards yourself, towards the group. He listened. He listened as anger turned into broken sobs that had your chest heaving.

- He kept quiet for a moment, making sure he wasn’t interrupting you again.

- “You’re right, I don’t know you. I don’t know what you look like, but you know what? I don’t care. Because while I don’t know you that well, I know already you’re a good person. You’re helping us while your heart is so burdened with stress, while you have the weight of us on your shoulders. Do you know how many others would do that? None. In fact, the one that did is gone now. And even as upset you are with us talking about her, you’re still willing to help, you’re still willing to listen to idiot romantics like me, while you’re struggling so much. But you know what? We’re here for you. These strangers that you’re taking care of, we’re here for you too. No matter how silly, no matter how late, you can call me. Text me. If you feel like this please, please, just talk to me or one of the guys who makes you feel more comfortable, if you can’t talk to anyone else. Just please, yell at me, blame me, but god please don’t do anything to yourself.

- “I-I-I’m so ssorry-”

- “Don’t. We all have our bad moment. When I see you at that party, I’ll give you all the hugs I can’t give you right now, and all the ones no one else was able to give you. So stick around until then at least, okay?”

- You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. “O-Okay.”

- He stayed on the phone with you to calm you down, getting you to agree to sleep on the couch so Seven could make sure you were okay. He stayed on the phone for hours, just listening, singing at times, humming encouragement. 

- And when the two of you finally met, he couldn’t let go of you, and you never wanted to let go of him.


- He was used to coming home and you greeting him with a smile, warming his heart and taking the stress from work that day. Even Elizabeth 3rd didn’t have that effect all the time

- But seeing you curled up on the bed, motionless, face soaked in tears, had him dropping his suitcase and rushing to you

- “Mc? Mc, are you alright?”

- You weakly looked up at him, dried eyed threatening to tear up again. “No.” God, every part of you hurt admitting that, but you just wanting some emotion to grace you, something other than pain and numbness

- “Do I need to call the doctor? It’ll just-”

- “No, no please, just.” You weakly reached out for his hand, and he immediately grasped yours. Even just tilting your head felt like it took your whole energy reserve away. “I need you.”

- He laid down beside you, pulling you into his arms. “Love, please. What’s wrong?”

- “I don’t know what to do anymore.”

- “About what?”

- “I’m such a fucking waste of space Jumin, I can’t do anything right anymore.”

- He jerked away slightly, looking you in the eyes.

- “Don’t you dare even begin to think that. Don’t you dare.”

- Tears starting spilling from your eyes again as you were forced to look directly at him, your shoulders shaking.

- “But I am-”

- “No,” He kissed your forehead, but his voice was stern, even slightly shaky. “You are the most amazing thing to happen to me, you are the best thing to grace my presence each morning I open my eyes, you are so much more than that, mc. Please.”

- You had never seen Jumin cry, but now you felt it. He was holding you tight, burying his face in your hair, as he struggled to keep composed as his body shook.

- “Please, mc. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

- You clung tightly to him, muttering a mantra of apologies as he made a mental list of how to help you exactly.

- He would going to start telling you he loved you six times a day, kiss you every moment he could, call you every small two minute break he had just to tell you he thought of you. 

- God, just anything. Anything to keep you here with him, and to feel like yourself again. Not this husk.


- Jaehee knew a few of the signs, just from excessive research she did after hearing about the late Rika.

- Maybe a few other reasons

- The two of you were closing up the shop for the night, you washing the dishes as she swept. However, she had stopped ages ago, watching you stare at a knife with a dead-eyed half lidded stare.

- She knew. 

- Slowly, she walked behind you, taking your hands in hers and getting the knife away from you, holding you from behind.

- “Mc, don’t.”

- That’s all she said. She wasn’t even 100% sure that was what you were thinking, but you bursting into tears on the spot confirmed it.

- She cut the sink off, wrapping you in one of the fluffy clean towels, rocking you back and forth as you sobbed into her.

- She wanted to cry, felt like she needed to, but she held it in. For you, just for you. Just anything to make you happy.

- “Jaehee, I can’t- It’s so painful- I can’t even breathe-”

- “Shhh,” She kissed the back of your head, waiting for you to cry it out.

- When you finished, she turned you around, kissing the corners of your eyes.

- “We’re going to get you to a doctor.”

- “Jaehee, no-”

- “Yes,” Her voice cracked a bit, and she took a deep breath. “Mc, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I’ve learned so much about myself, I’m finally enjoying my life again, I feel like I finally learned what it’s like to feel alive-”

- “With me gone, you’ll-”

- “I’ll break, I’ll be in shambles. And I never, ever, want to see you like that. I never want to see your beautiful, shining, radiant face devoid of life. If that happened, I’d die, Mc. I would just stop.”

- She took a moment to rub her eyes, then to kiss you.

- “Please, please, just talk to me. I promise I love you, I promise I will do everything I can. Just please, god. Don’t hurt yourself.”


- Everything had been numb until now.

- Bad grades? Still workless? Numb.

- Yoosung drowning in games while you silently and mentally begged for his attention? Numb.

- You weren’t even sure what had snapped in you today, but as he was discussing a test he failed, sad over it, but a bit happy it wasn’t as bad as his past grades

- And you just broke down in tears

- He froze up, trying to figure out what he said wrong as you buried your face in your knees.

- “Mc? Mc, what happened? Are you okay?”

- He gingerly touched you, scared of provoking more tears, but when you leaned a bit closer he managed to bring your face up to look at him.

- “Mc, please, please, tell me what is wrong.”

- He was so scared. Were you going to break up with him? Did someone hurt you? What was happening?

- After a few moments of choked sobbing and garbled mutterings, you managed to clear your throat enough.

- “Yo-Yoosung, I can’t stand this anymore.”

- Oh god, you were breaking up, weren’t you? He took a deep breath. “Stand what?”

- “Just, I don’t fuckcing know,” you covered your face again. “Living. I can’t.”

- His heart sunk. Immediately he pulled you to him, tears already leaking.

- “Do-Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare, Mc. Please, god, don’t you dare.” He couldn’t bring himself to say the word, he didn’t want to even jinx it. “Please, god, don’t. I don’t know what I’d do.”

- You outright wailed.

- “I don’t have a job, I’m such a disgrace, I just-”

- “No,” He pushed your face into his shoulder, refusing to have you keep on. “You don’t know how much you mean to me, or the people around you. God, please, I went through this with Rika, Mc, just please, please, let me help you. I couldn’t-” His voice broke, “I couldn’t help her, please, god, let me help you.”

- The two of you broke down, just rocking back and forth on his bed, sobbing together. You, feeling so ashamed and sick. Yoosung, so scared and guilty. 

- After the two of you cried it out a bit, he covered you in kisses, refusing to stop until he felt like you knew how much he loved you. 

- He’d nearly beg Jumin to have him help you get help. He didn’t care if he had to become a slave to C&R for the rest of his life. Anything was better than losing you.


- No matter what you did, how much you told him you loved him, he pushed you away. 

- You couldn’t understand why for the life of you. He was so in love with you a while ago, and now it’s just this?

- It was you, right? You did something. You weren’t who he thought you were…Right?

- He didn’t even notice you leave the house.

- You threw your phone somewhere outside, and just walked. Walked until your feet felt sore, until your legs couldn’t take it.

- When you finally stopped, you were at an old park bench. It was late in the afternoon, almost dark, so no kids were around. You sat down, and held it in as you thought about what you were going to do.

- There was a river nearby, so that was an option, wasn’t it? And if you truly needed to you could fashion your sweater into some noose. It wouldn’t be too hard if you had your phone.

- Phone… Right. You threw that somewhere, didn’t you? You couldn’t even look up proper ways of killing yourself, could you? Managed to fuck up right until the end.

- You laughed to yourself, and as you did it slowly turned into hiccups. Into sobs.

- Soon you were sobbing on this abandoned park bench, like some fool. Some lovestruck fool that had no one to love her back.

- You didn’t know how long you were there, not until a loud screeching noise hit your ears, causing you to blink at the bright lights in front of you.

- “Mc? Oh thank god, thank god.”

- Seven ran to you, pulling you off the bench and hugging you tight.

- “I was so scared, I was so fucking scared. Are you okay? Are you hurt-”

- You shook him off, shooting a bitter glare his way.

- “Why do you care?”

- You could see the life leave him. He instantly teared up, reaching for you.

- “God, mc, I do, I do, god i do please. Please please, please pleaseplease, don’t do this-”

- “What, push you away like you-”

- He pulled you into a sloppy, wet, kiss. His tears mingling with his inability to kiss properly.

- “I know I’m an asshole, I know I don’t deserve you. I just get so scared- I’m so gross, so disgusting, so stupid, Mc. And you’re so smart, so kind, so fucking calm. And I don’t deserve you, not in the slightest, but here you are,” He managed a weak, choked, laugh. “Finally realizing…”

- He held you close, refusing to let go, as he sobbed into your chest. “God, mc, please. Come home, lets talk, and then you can beat me within an inch of my life, but please god don’t leave me, don’t, not like this. Not like this, just any other way, not like this.”

- You put your stubbornness aside. Still angry, but longing some validation.

- The two of you settled in his car, awkwardly cuddling in the back seat in the abandoned parking lot, trying to calm down enough to drive.

- And in that time frame, you realized he was just as scared as you were. Once he heard your plans, he begged you to get help, he even promised he would come along to therapy, just anything so you didn’t harm yourself like you were thinking. He needed to know you were safe, and he would never forgive himself if he couldn’t stop you.

- But you knew for damn sure he wasn’t going to push you away anymore, not even if his mind told him to. You deserved more.


- When he saw your recent search histories, he nearly broke down himself, recognizing a few of the searches as ones he used to look up himself.

- You, the wonderful woman who welcomed him with open arms. Despite those he hurt, despite him trying to hurt you. When you first saw him, you immediately hugged him so tightly, whispering on how thankful you were that he was alright.

- Something he would never forget.

- And here he was, reading the results you got for painless suicide methods. Once he saw one connected to your recent behavior, he shot out of his seat and sprinted to wherever you could be.

- When he found you, he was the one to break into sobs. He was so mad, so fucking mad, that he couldn’t stay composed, but he needed you, he needed you so bad.

- He fell to his knees, clinging onto your legs.

- “Mc, please god, please don’t do it, please for fucking gods sake don’t leave me alone, don’t leave me with an empty bed and guilt, god Mc I can’t take it, I can’t.”

- As soon as he started sobbing, you connected the pieces pretty quickly, and felt your own tears pour.

- You slowly met him on the floor, where he held you in a death-like grip, begging you without any shame.

- “Why, why, why? Why?”

- “I’m just. Worthless, Saera-”

- “Don’t you fucking even think that for one moment. I’ve killed people, mc, I’ve killed people worse than you, I’ve beaten people. God, Mc, I’m worse than you. If anything I’m the one more deserving to go rather than you.”

- He broke down again, ending up blubbering. “If you go I don’t know what I’d do. You’re the only thing keeping me sane, please god Mc, please don’t. Please. Please.”

- He just kept begging, and you started to wail.

- The two of you stayed on the floor just cuddling each other, unsure of what else to do. It took hours until the both of you could stop crying, until the both of you held hands so tightly and talked about the help for you to get.

- He would do anything, just anything, for his beautiful heaven like sky not to be taken away from him.


get to know me meme: 2/5 films — the perks of being a wallflower (2012)

Had lunch with Craig today. Yeah? He said he was sorry and that…I was right to break up with him. I’m driving away and was feeling…so small. Just asking myself, “Why do I…and everyone I love…pick people who treat us like we’re nothing?” We accept the love we think we deserve.


why is it so funny, Jongup?…

(Sorry!!! I’m on mobile so I’ll try and fix that…….someday. Anyways, here’s “rise and shine, motherfucker” + nurseydex for @rocklardo !! ty + I’m still doing five word prompts!)

Dex was surprised, honestly, by how easy it was to live with Nursey. Yeah, they hadn’t been fighting nearly as much and Dex actually kind of enjoyed spending time with him as of late.

However, nothing could prepare him for the absolutely horrific, earthquake inducing snores that Nursey could produce after a kegster. From what Dex can remember, Nursey had been fucking sloshed. Dex lost control of both Nursey, and himself, sometime around eleven because, well, Samewell had won a home game and Dex had gotten two assists, of course he was going to celebrate. That, coupled with the fact that he could now get absolutely shwasted and only have to walk up a flight and a half of stairs to get to his bed, had made him invincible. He remembers, vaguely, Nursey challenging Bitty to a dance off; he remembers everyone taking out their phones to film it, it was that iconic; he remembers having to leave the room to get another cup of tub juice because he could not deal with the sheer amount of endorphins flowing into his brain or the way his skin flushed or how his heartbeat was chasing the time of the music blasting through the Haus speakers. When he returned, Nursey looked victorious. He was sweaty and beautiful and he was staring straight at Dex. Dex had downed his drink, then, before slinking up to Nursey and carefully wrapping an arm around his waist.

“Wanna dance?” Dex had asked, and that’s all he remembers.

Now, he’s lying on the top bunk, head pounding dully, painfully. He’s on his back, pillow held tight over his face and ears in hopes of blocking out both the sun and, futilely, Nursey’s snores. He wants to get out of bed, so bad, and do something to stop his headache, but he’s not sure he can even move without making the pain worse.

“Nursey,” he mumbles into the pillow. “Nurse.” He says louder and it feels like needles in his temples. He takes a deep breath and pounds his feet against the mattress in hopes of makig enough noise, or movement, to wake Nursey up. Nursey snores louder. Dex groans. Slowly, he removes the pillow from his face, wincing painfully at the blinding brightness pouring in from their window.

“Nursey wake the fuck up.” He grits out, pulling himself to a sitting position. “Okay.” He breathes, before hoisting himself out of bed. First, he roots through the drawers of his desk, finds a bottle of Advil, and swallows three dry. Then, he grabs the pillow from his bed and drops down into Nursey’s bunk. He’s curled into the corner of the alcove, surrounded by a nest of pillows. His blanket is pulled up over his mouth and he looks absolutely adorable; Dex scrubs his hand over his face because, what the fuck kind of thought was that to have first thing in the morning. Dex blames it on his hangover and grips the pillow tightly. Then, he smashes it against Nursey’s head.

“Rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.” Dex says, hitting Nursey again with the pillow. His eyes fly open in bewilderment.

“Dex? What–” he stars. “Fuck, what are you doing man, what the fuck!” Nursey scrambles to get away from Dex, who is still delivering swift attacks with his pillow.

“You are, without a doubt, the absolute fucking worst.” Dex says, his pillow blocked by Nursey’s forearm. The other boy reaches behind him into his nest of pillows and grabs one, uses it as a shield.

“What did I do?” He yells. Dex feels a thwack and then his ear goes warm. Sharp, searing pain begins to blossom in the back of his head and Dex clutches the area tightly, dropping his pillow before collapsing into the bunk next to Nursey.

“Your snores sound like a fuckin’ monster truck,” Dex mumbles, still holding his head. “And I’m so fucking hungover.” Nursey breathes out a laugh, curls an arm around his shoulder and–oh, that feels nice. Dex settles into the mattress and notices, acutely, how comfortable it is. “Did you bring your own mattress?” Nursey cocks an eyebrow.

“What? Oh, oh yeah. The one in here was a nightmare.” He says quietly and yawns. “Do you have any painkillers? My head is fucking killing me because I, too, have a hangover and was woken up by a fucking pillow to the head.”

“I’m sorry.” Dex laughs.

“No you’re not.” Nursey grumbles back and tightens his arm around Dex’s chest. He noses at Dex’s shoulder.

“Mm, yeah, I’m really not. I was woken up by the discovery that my new roommate was actually a lawnmower.” Nursey laughs again. Dex can feel it reverberate up his spine, can feel Nursey’s breath ghosting against his skin. “I have Advil, but you’re gonna have to let go of me.”

“You’re comfy.” Dex sighs because, well, he didn’t want to get up either.

“You know what would make your headache better?” Nursey asks, eyes cracked as he peers up at Dex.

“Hm?” Dex asks tiredly, his eyes slipping shut. He feels the bed shift, shake. His head feels heavy, eyes glued closed by sleep. He feels a pressure, warm and fleeting, against his lips, and his eyes wretch open. “Oh.” He breathes and Nursey is all he can see, eyes nervous and expectant. “I think,” he says softly, shivering at how Nursey’s breath fans across his lips. “I think I still have a headache. You know, I think I’m gonna have a migraine soon.”

“Well that’s not good.” Nursey says and presses his lips against Dex’s, firmer than the first time. It’s sweet, until Dex licks along the seam of Nursey’s mouth and, then, it’s not. Nursey sighs, presses his fingertips against Dex’s jaw. Dex wraps an arm around Nursey’s back, pulling the other boy flush against him as he licks into his mouth.

“Dex,” Nursey whispers and kisses the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah?” He responds breathily.

“You have the worst fucking morning breath.” And Dex laughs, shoves Nursey off him, before blowing a deep gust of breath in his direction.

“Tough shit, Nurse, because I think you’re stuck with me now.” Dex feels something warm uncurl in his chest as Nursey grins.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for months.” Nursey sighs and kisses him again.

Victuuri kiss/Yuuri's breakdown

I just rewatched episode 7 and there’s a couple things I’d like to say.

Victuuri kiss: First things first, it’s fucking canon. Queer baiting over. Fun fact tho, it never was. They were just waiting for the perfect time to do it and I’m so glad they did it but more important, how they did it. No “I’m going to kiss you so you shut up.”, no “Okay, we’re kissing but this definitely means sex, right?”, no “Shit, I’m sorry I promise it won’t happen again.”, simply no nothing. They both seeked and ran towards each other like knowing they wanted something but not sure they would get it, but still they just had to. Yuuri surprised Victor by changing his routine and finishing it doing his signature move and Victor was so moved he actually felt like he had to do something in return, something as meaningfull as what practically was Yuuri finally saying “I love you.” on the ice so Victor could understand him. And fuck if he didn’t, saying not only “I love you too.” by kissing Yuuri for the very first time in front of everyone, but come on to them everyone else disappeared, but actually letting him know doing that was the only thing he could think of to surprise him as much as he did. As Troye Sivan would say, you don’t have to say I love to say I love you. What I found funny was, besides everyone’s reactions of course, they acted ike nothing happened on the interview, but not in a bad way like “Let’s forget that just happened ha ha.”, but Victor kept talking about how good Yuuri did and that now that he knows what he can do, they’ll work harder. Anyways, either was that the only love declaration we will get or not, because you never know with this show, it was the most precious and purest thing ever.

Yuuri’s breakdown: By far my favorite scene on the show, sorry not sorry. Yes, the kiss scene was beautiful but it was something we were hoping if not actually just waiting for it to happen. But Yuuri’s breakdown? I still can’t believe its actually on the show. I mean we did got to see Yuuri freaking out in countless situations, but nothing close to this. An actual anxiety attack in its finest. Why am I talking about it on the same post as the Victuuri kiss? Are they both my favorite scenes so far in the show? Course, but hear me out. I think this scene showed the other side of Victor and Yuuri’s relationship. The side that its not often shown on any series or movies. Victor fucked up, both him and Yuuri knew it. Yuuri was fucked up, both him and Victor knew it. A perfect relationship isn’t perfect all the time. Victor tried to humor Yuuri to calm him down and it backfired him, but one of the things that I love about this scene, along with another milion things, is that Victor, who is always in control of everything, didn’t knew how to handle the situation and realized it and believe it or not, this shit actually happens in real life. Our partner isn’t supposed to fix us or anything with a snap of their fingers, sometimes we just need, like Yuuri said, for them to don’t say anything and stand by our side. Then, on their way back to the rink, because yes Victor actually felt the need to protect Yuuri that much to take him to warm up on the fucking parking lot, neither of them talks, what makes you think they are probably into a fight. But right before the performance starts, we see Yuuri throwing the tissue far enough so Victor would have to lean down to reach for it, which leaded us to another iconic poke on Victor’s hairline, free to interpretation because I’ve read so many meanings behind it already, but what got me was the pat right after, as if saying “It’s okay, I forgive you”, no words needed. And what follows it’s nothing but the cherry on top of the cake of Yuuri’s character development, acknowledging Victor’s human.

What if Seven knows he’s part of a game?
Okay, I had this idea while playing Jumin’s route because I had to ignore his jokes and I was feeling bad about it lolol. He cross the fourth wall a lot, so is not that hard to believe.

He chats with you and when he sees you choosing something against him repeatedly, he understands.

You will not play his route.

You’ll play another route this time and there’s nothing he can do about it, so he keeps joking around like if nothing had happened. But he remembers how you joked around with him, how you trolled Yoosung with him, how you helped him find his brother and how you LOVED him.

For some reason, everyone on the RFA forgets everything but he doesn’t. He can’t forget and the only thing he can do is joke around and do as if he knows nothing because he doesn’t want you to be in trouble, because he knows his route is too dangerous, BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU.

So he just smile and cheers for you because he knows that’s the best option


Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Domestic Tae smuuuuut
Word count: Not enough 1,891

Summary: Taehyung is completely enraptured by the way the light makes your skin glow and can’t resist the urge the feel the beauty of it against his fingertips. 

A/N: FOR MY LOVE @taechulo WHO I PROMISED TO WRITE THIS FOR LIKE FOREVER AGO <333333 Okay but smut is hard for me??? Idk why??? So I’m sorry if this isn’t super fab ;u; I also very briefly edited this cause I’m lazy (psst there’s probably a lot of grammar errors oh well)

When dawn first peeked through the blinds, blanketing you in a golden hue, he fought back the urge to reach out and touch you for Taehyung wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth of your skin beneath his palm. It took a lot of self control, but he refrained from doing so - you needed your rest; the night prior had been long and rigorous, fueled by too much wine and desire. But the longer he looked you over; completely mesmerized by the way you glowed as though you were a deity, the more Taehyung couldn’t resist the urge any longer and allowed his hand to find purchase on your shoulder.

He had started off just ghosting the pads of his fingers along the length of your upper arm, slow and gentle, then carrying on to the remaining parts still left untouched. A shiver crawls up your spine every time his nails scratch the smooth expanse of your bare waist while his fingers trace your curves. It causes small bumps to litter your flesh, accompanied by a soft whine and the flutter of your lashes and he holds his breath, stills his movements and smiles in silent amusement when you do not wake.

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I don’t know how Tada-nii would react to Hiro dating, because Hiro has never dated.  Huh.  Wonder why.


(little note, I’m not an ask blog and I usually don’t take requests either >.<  This was just a cute ask I had sitting in my inbox for a really long time, and happened to fit well with something I wanted to draw anyway ^ ^; Thanks for understanding! <3)


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It was either very late or very early depending on how you defined it when Shawn pulled into the parking lot of his apartment complex. He loved writing in the studio and recording and making music but he was tired and he just wanted to sleep for a few days.

The new album was taking all of his time and he wanted just a day or two to lay in bed and do nothing at all. That wasn’t an option, of course, so he left early and got back late. He missed her terribly and hadn’t seen her in days.

Sure they shared a bed together each night but he didn’t really count that as quality time spent together. He had promised her he would be home earlier tonight and his promises fell through.

“I’m so sorry,” He said through the phone, “I really thought I would be out of here earlier..”

“No, don’t be sorry,” She whispered sweetly through the phone, “I understand, I’m so proud of you.”

He closed his eyes thinking about her laying in bed or sitting on the windowsill. He hoped she hadn’t made dinner. He hoped she hadn’t planned anything for them. His heart hurt as he thought of her and how much he missed her.

“Don’t wait up, okay?” He said, “I just don’t know when I’ll be back.”

“I love you,” She said, “Write me something good.”

That had been hours ago and now he was walking up the stairs to their apartment door. He did his best to quietly unlock the door, but when he opened the doors he was blinded by a bright light and he heard the sounds of the television.

He quickly kicked off his shoes and moved to the source of the noise. He found her on the couch with the TV blaring and the lights on all around her. He smiled at her realizing that she had tried to wait up for him.

He turned off the TV and then knelt beside the couch and placed his hand on her head rubbing her hair.

“Baby,” he whispered to her.

Her eyes fluttered open and she rubbed her hands against them in an attempt to wake herself up. He noticed his sweatshirt on her and smiled at her as she let out a squeaky yawn.

“Hi,” she said, “How was the studio?”

“Good,” He said, his fingers tangling themselves in her hair, “Were you waiting up?”

“I wanted to see you,” She said, “I’ve missed you.”

He nodded his head. It hurt to hear her say that. To hear her miss him. She reached out and placed her palm gently on his cheek. Her thumb brushing against his skin.

“I’ve missed you too,” He said, his voice catching in his throat, “I’m sorry I’ve been so busy-“

“Don’t be sorry,” She said sitting up, “I’m so proud of you and excited for you, I don’t want you to be sorry.”

He nodded again, “Wanna go to bed?”

“Can we stay up for a little?” She asked, “I just want to be with you for a little while.”

He sat down beside her, leaning against the arm of the couch as he pulled her close to him. Her body pressed against his chest and he felt her breathing beside him. He closed his eyes for a second just to feel her next to him.

He never wanted to leave this spot. If he could hold her in his arms forever he would. He pressed his nose against her head and placed a soft kiss on her temple. She asked him about songs he was writing and giggled when he said they were all about her.

He sang her little parts from the songs he could remember and she grinned at him. He asked her about work and she told him all about her co-worker who she loved and the things she had done during the day.

She held his hand and kissed his fingertips, calloused from the guitar. She turned to face him and pressed her fingers through his hair as he told her about this really hard lyric that he couldn’t quite get. She nodded along enraptured by his story.

Sometimes they said nothing. They just lounged together their toes rubbing against each other, listening to the others breathing. They fell asleep eventually. Laying together on the couch their breathing evened and their eyes fluttered shut.

He woke up to the sun peeking through the blinds in their living room. Her body curled up against his. He didn’t dare wake her. The clock warned him that his time was running out with her. He closed his eyes.

He felt her breath, the way her hair tickled against his neck, his soft sweatshirt wrapped around her. He loved her and he didn’t know how it was possible to love someone as much as he did her. Then she opened her eyes and smiled at him and he loved her more than he thought anyone could ever love a person.

Never is too late // Stiles Stilinski

Paring: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Word count: 1.628

A/N: English is not my first language so I’m sorry for grammatical errors it can have. I did my best to write this. Please, don’t be rude.

Originally posted by teenwolfobsessed

(Y/N) came home and, after closing the front door behind her with a bang, went up to her room and lay down on the bed.

She had wanted to cry all day, but had stopped herself from doing so, as she had been surrounded by her friends the whole time. Now, however, she was alone in her room,and so nothing prevented the tears fron falling silently down her cheeks.                     

It was all her fault. If she had not been so blinded by what people though of her, everything would have been different If she had appreciated what was in front of her when she had the chance, she would not be crying over all this.

She never thought that anythig like that would happen, but the reality was that, since a few moths ago, she couldn’t bear to look at his face knowing she was so close but at the same thime so far from him. The boy no longer had eyes for her; now those eyes were for someone else.

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