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FANFICTIONS RECCOMENDATION

Ok so, I’ve spent all the easter festivities reading fanfiction, especially Yuri On Ice’s! ( ´ ♡ ` )

So I thought “What about giving credits to these AMAZING works of art and write a little recommendation post on tumblr?”


Because of the enormous amount of ff I decided to divide them in categories: the first part will be about 

OMEGAVERSE!

So if you doesn’t feel comfortable about mpreg, and AOB dynamics pass this post! And  always read the warnings before the ff (ι´Д`)ノ! Some of them will analyse sensitive theme that can offend or triggers someone!  

HERE WE ARE:

Originally posted by asparagusoup


All eyes on me by Kizuna_Auri  

(Ongoing) Vikuuri

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

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) OK THIS FF IS AMAZING, I didn’t know I needed a CamBoy + AOB ff until I read it! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
There is a lot of Smut, really! But even a lot of feelings and cute dorks, they really are obscene and cute at the same time. Totally recommended!



Seventh Heaven (The Lion and the Eagle) by NinjaMatty

(Ongoing) Viktuuri

The war is over. Katsuki Yuuri just wants to go home and forget about it all. But his heroics brought him the unwanted attention of the Emperor of his nation. As a thanks for his bravery, he is gifted an Omega barbarian. He tries to be positive about it, but the present ends up being a poisoned gift indeed. Is keeping Viktor worth the trouble?

I LOVE IT. Really, this mixed a Royalty/war Au with the Omegaverse dynamics without be boring and repetitive!


Panta Rhei by Kashoku

(Ongoing) Viktuuri

This was a mistake. Viktor needed to somehow pry Yuuri off of him and leave the room immediately. Viktor was drunk, and Yuuri was so far beyond gone that there wasn’t even a word for it. But the alpha in Viktor was having an incredibly difficult time resisting the pungent scent of cherry blossoms and ocean that filled his nose. Viktor snapped.

They had been reckless.

Totally recommended! It’s full of Drama and cuteness at the same time!

Originally posted by thranduilings



You Can’t Plan for Everything by RivDeV

(Ongoing) Viktuuri

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


Ok this fanfiction doesn’t need to be recommended because EVERYONE knows it. And actually it’s one of my favourite at all!!



Shared Gravity by PhoenixWaller 

(Ongoing) Viktuuri

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

At first he’s angry, believing that his new coach, Victor Nikiforov, has brought back an omega in heat for a day of passion. But when he intrudes to order the couple to a safer location he learns the truth. Victor, the most decorated male figure skater ever, has his own secret. From there an inexplicable gravity grows between them, their shared secrets pulling them together in ways that both learn to cherish.

Well this fanfiction is very particular and emotional! I’m really enjoying it.


Someday by Heyitsrah

(Almost Completed) Viktuuri / Otayuri


A now-retired Victor and Yuri suffer the loss of their first baby when Yuri miscarries, and when the time comes for them to try again, they learn that patience really is a virtue.


The best things in life do not come easily.


This is fuckin emotional guys, It’s just that is a very sensitive theme and it totally breaks my heart  

Originally posted by ffsillkms


My Sanctuary 

(Ongoing) Viktuuri


Omegas are rare… like super rare… Male omegas, even more so. Yuuri is one. How is he going to tell Victor? 

Love it… Oh, a lot of shit is going to happen here, embrace yourself!!! 


Not your usual love story by arcsinx

(Ongoing) Otayuri

Baranovskaya’s new face, Yuri Plisetsky (22), who shot in Venice for Vogue’s last edition, was seen accompanied by Otabek Altin (25) as they left a coffeeshop in St Petersburg yesterday. The DJ and voted 2017’s hottest musician, Altin was in the city to compose for Victor Nikiforov’s (30) new movie production. The couple met at the Paris Fashion Week after-party(image) and have been appointed to be secretly dating ever since. An intimate friend claims Altin to be completely besotted with the Russian beauty, having even gifted him a $35,000 diamond collar necklace!

For every Otayuri shippers, this is beautiful!

Originally posted by rirens


Not Alone by DazzledGhosts

(Ongoing) Viktuuri


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

Victor’s never experienced a such a rut before. And all he knows is that he only wants Yuuri. Not because he’s an omega, but because Yuuri is…. well, is Yuuri. And the Russian refuses to hurt him. To the point where he will bite and hurt himself in the place of marking the other unwillingly. But of course the younger skater is unaware to Victor’s affections.

Unaware to the desperate need and love of Victor Nikiforov.

If you like how dynamics works, this is the fanfiction for you!!!


For now that’s all!

Originally posted by kinbari14

 I really enjoyed reading these ff and I want to share them with you all. These fanfictions update really fast and are really amazing! (≧ω≦)

Let me know if you have read them yet or if you’re going to enjoy them!

´ ▽ ` )ノ  Lia  

Needy Puppy (Pt 2)

Needy Puppy (Pt 1)

Genre: Smut

By: Admin Bean (edited by Admin Podo)

ReaderXTaehyung

Words: 2,141

You awoke to the soft sunlight shining through your bedroom window and the faint sounds of birds chirping outside. You soon remembered what happened last night as you felt Taehyung’s arms around your waist and his grip on you tighten slightly as you shifted in his embrace. You wiggled yourself out of his arms, somehow managing to not wake him up. You looked down: after last night’s events you weren’t wearing anything from the waist below, so you grabbed your sweat pants that were on the floor slipping them on before heading to the kitchen.

You started a pot of coffee before making yourself some toast, but not long into your making of breakfast you hear a knock at your door. Only then did you remember Namjoon telling you he would be by first thing in the morning.

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Illusion Part One (Lance Tucker x Reader)

Prompts/ Summaries: You are a 20 year old gymnast, who is training for her next, and probably last Olympic Game. Although you have won gold every year since you were 16, you mother and her husband Mark were never proud of you. She wanted you to be a rich lawyer like Mark, or a socialite like she was. Your mother insists you come to her annual charity event with a boyfriend, which you don’t have, but despite being a complete dick 100% of the time, Lance volunteers to pretend to be your boyfriend for your parents. What will happen? (I mean come on now y’all, we ALL know what happens in every situation like this, but like we still read them?)

Warnings: There are none yet, but eventually there will be smut? So warning is, LANCE TUCKER JUST BEING A SEX GOD 100% OF THE TIME BECAUSE BITCH THAT’S A WARNING ON ITS OWN <3

(NOTE: I LOVE LANCE TUCKER SO MUCH AND I FEEL LIKE HE IS A DICK TO COVER UP FOR SHIT HE DEALS ON HIS OWN, NOT THAT I CONDONE BEING AN ASSHOLE ALL THE TIME, BUT LIKE I’M AN ASSHOLE ALL THE SO SO I RELATE BECAUSE I FIND US BOTH EXTREMELY SIMILAR WITH VERY FEW DIFFERENCES? I’M A SUCKER FOR THE ASSHOLES AND I ALWAYS FIND A REASON TO DEFEND THEM.??)

I WROTE THIS FOR YA GIRL, ME, BECAUSE I’M COMPLETE LANCE TUCKER TRASH LIKE FUCK ME UP BITCH, GIVE ME THAT GOLD. OK I’M DONE

ALSO I DIDN’T PROOF READ THIS BECAUSE I WAS EXCITED FOR IT TO BE POSTED SO I’LL PROBABLY MAKE EDITS LATER.

LAST THING

SO I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT GYMNASTICS SO I USED GIFS FROM TUMBLR, I FORGOT TO CITE THEM SO IF YOU WANT TO SEE THE SOURCES YALL CAN JUST TYPE IN “GYMNASTICS GIFS” ON TUMBLR



Part One

“Keep it tight or you’ll never hit the landing on dismount. You never get it right, and honestly how you took the gold last year is beyond me.” Lance walked up to you and looked dawn at you.

You stood with your hands on your hips, taking a deep breath. “Seriously Y/N, am I going to have to tie your legs together or something?”

“No.”

“Do it right next time or I swear I’ll do it.” Lance walked back from the mat and headed towards the cooler to grab a water. You rolled your eyes and walked back to the bar. You looked over at Lance, who wasn’t even paying attention before looking back to the bar and jumped. You gained your momentum and began doing the routine.

Once it came time to dismount you prepared yourself and let go, flipping and hitting the mat with the heels of your feet, almost maintaining your balance but ultimately losing and falling onto your back. You put your hands over your eyes and forehead sighing loudly while Lance started yelling again, his voice growing louder as he neared you. You shut him out and just focused on your breathing, trying to calm yourself of all the stress that had clouded your head lately. Your parents were on your ass about moving on and doing something else with your life, since they never really were supportive of your gymnastics.

“Y/N! Are you even listening to me?”

“It’s hard not to when you’re fucking screaming.”

“Watch it.” Lance squatted down next to you. “That attitude shit isn’t going to get you anywhere with me.”

You sat up and looked at your coach.

“What the hell is going on? You were perfect, haven’t missed anything for what, 4 years now? You’re probably on your last campaign this year, you are almost 21, you’re already pushing it. So don’t you want to go out with gold this year and stick it to the nation?”

“Yeah of course I do,” You put your head in your hands in defeat.

“Well, no offense, you’re not really showing it.” Lance moved from his squat and sat next to you on the mat. “Listen, what’s going on? Seriously. I’ve been your coach for 2 campaigns now and you’ve never been this distracted.”

“It’s just family stuff. I don’t want to talk about it.” You stood up and ran your hand across your forehead, covering it in a light layer of chalk. “I’m gonna get some water and go again.” You went to walk away when Lance grabbed your wrist.

“Sit down, you’re done for today.”

“I can go again it’s fine.”

“Y/N. You’re going to injure yourself if you keep practicing distracted.”

“I’m fine.”

“Clearly you aren’t.” Lance stood up and stepped closer to you. You looked up at his tall frame, slightly scared at the sudden aggression. “You’re not the coach, and you’re not the expert. If you wanted to coach yourself, I’ll leave. No problem.”

“You’re such an asshole. You know that right?”

“Yet here you are, still standing here. Still paying me to coach you.”

You rolled your eyes and began walking way.

“Be here tomorrow. 8am.”

“Yeah I know.”

You went into the locker room and changed into jeans and a t shirt. You let your hair down and ran some water on your face. You put your back on your shoulder and walked out into the main gym area. Lance had retired into his office in the back corner of the room. You walked over and knocked on the open door. Lance was behind his desk on his phone. When your presence was known, Lance ushered you in.

“I just wanted to say sorry for today, and that I’ll see ya tomorrow.”

“Close the door Y/N.”

You walked completely in and closed the door before turning back to Lance’s desk. He signaled for you to sit in the chair in front of the desk and you did, crossing your legs underneath you. Lance walked out in front of the desk and sat on the top of it.

“Honestly, what the hell is going on.” He sat and crossed his arms, still chewing on his gum.

You took a deep breath and leaned on the arm of the chair with your arm. “You know my parents right? All of them, my mom and Mark and my dad and Dana?”

“Yeah. I met them last year.”

“Well my mother has become such an uptight bitch since my dad left her and she met Mark. So in recent years, she’s wanted me to quit gymnastics. She has been harassing me about getting a man and settling down and, to quote her, “Stop wasting my time with gymnastics.” To her, being an Olympic gold medalist, is nothing. My real father and Dana are great but, my mother is just so fucking spiteful.”

“But your piece of shit mother isn’t your fault, so why are you taking the blame?”

“I don’t know. My mom is having this uppity society event next week, which I’m supposed to attend, and I don’t even want to think about showing up alone to be ridiculed by my mother all fucking night.” You laughed at how pathetic you sounded explaining the situation. “Which now sounds really fucking pathetic when I’m saying it out loud. Like I live on my own I shouldn’t care what my mom thinks.”

“Well I’d hate it if my parents didn’t accept my passion, but unfortunately I was forced into it and grew to enjoy it. But having a need to impress your parents is something that everyone has, and if you don’t wanna impress your parents then you’re trying to impress someone else. It’s human nature.”

You were shocked Lance was being nice and sympathetic about everything, you didn’t think he was capable of experiencing those emotions.

“Fuck your mom and that fucking asshole Mark. Fuck them both. You’re a fucking Olympic gold medalist and if that isn’t fucking impressive, then nothing will impress them. I relish in the fact that I won gold and silver.” You rolled your eyes. He ALWAYS relished in that. “I worked fucking hard for it, and you have worked hard for it. So fuck them, I don’t know what else to tell you.”

“Thanks… Lance, you’re being oddly nice.”

“I can’t be an asshole all the time, sometimes I change it up.”

You laughed and covered your mouth. “That’s bullshit. You’re always an asshole, there is no ‘mixing it up’ with you. But hell, if this whole coaching thing ends up not working out, you’d be a great comedian. Or prostitute, I mean might as well get paid for everything you fuck.”

“Your real fucking funny aren’t you?”

“I’m just calling it how it is.” You and Lance always bickered back in forth. You guys got along for the most part. “Ok I’m going to leave, but honestly thanks for telling me how it is, I always count on that.”

You stood from your chair and headed towards the door.

“Oh and Y/N.” You turned and looked at Lance who still was half sitting on his desk, arms still crossed. “If you ever feel lonely, and need some comfort. You have my number.” Lance smirked and winked at you causing you to fake gag and turn out of the room.

“In your fucking dreams, Tucker.” You closed the door and headed out of the gym. You tossed your bag in the back seat and got in your car. Lance’s office faced the parking lot and he was standing in the window looking at you. He brought his hand up to be a phone and mouthed “Give me a call” and smirked again before walking away. You started your car and pulled out of the parking lot into the Los Angeles sunset. Your roommate was out of town for the week so you had the apartment to yourself. You decided since you had a dreadful day, you were going to treat yourself to some junk food since you had been eating only 600 calories for the last 3 weeks. You didn’t want to get sick by introducing a bunch of unhealthy foods back into your life, so you just stopped and got some Chinese before heading back to your house. You took a quick shower, and changed into comfortable clothing before heading to your couch and turning on Netflix. You have been binge watching Gossip Girl whenever you found the time, which was never. After 2 or 3 episodes, you had finished your Chinese and already passed out on the couch, ready for training tomorrow, hoping it’d be a better day.

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You pulled your hair back away from your face as you walked into the gym, your bag over your shoulder again. You opened the doors and felt the cool air conditioning it your face. It was a muggy day today. There were a few others in the gym today already working since it was almost noon. You waved hello and headed towards the locker room. Walking past Lance’s office, you saw him standing looking out to everyone in the main area on the phone. You waved as you passed and he nodded his head deep in conversation. You changed into your leotard and shorts and wrapped your wrist. You made sure your hair was tight and walked into the open room and towards the white board in the corner. It had a list of everyone who was training today and what they were supposed to be working on specifically. You were the only veteran gymnast training now, everyone else was working on being new Olympians. There were 3 other girls working on bars and beams today, and 2 guys working with one of the other coaches. The space next to your name was blank, so you just figured you could do whatever. Seeing that you worked on your bars routine for 4 hours yesterday, you wanted to take a break and go to the side room to work on your floor routine. The 3 Olympic standard floor mats were empty, as there was only a hand full of people in the gym today.

You walked to the surround sound speaker and plugged in your phone, going to your Spotify and playing the playlist called, “The Most Beautiful Songs in The World”. This playlist always calmed you and seemed to play into your soul. A song called “What’s Good” by Fenne Lily started playing and you went to the middle of the mat to stretch. Starting with your arms, you swung them around and made sure each joint was ready to support your body weight. After you were comfortable with your arms, shoulders, and neck, you moved onto your legs. First stretch out your feet and calves, you knew your main focal point would be your hamstrings. You had pulled you hamstring your first campaign and it always got sore faster than your other muscles did, but you were cleared to perform after 6 months of physical therapy. You did your 3 splits and lung style stretches to warm up your thighs, hamstring, and your inner thigh. After finishing with a handstand, you were ready to practice. You walked to your phone and put on your routine instrumental.

You went to the corner and took a deep breath, closing your eyes before reopening them and looking at the other corner, imagining yourself sticking the landing and nailing your routine. You took a few steps back and began running. You let your body do what it already knew how to and trusted yourself as you jumped and let your feet leave the mat, only to be replaced by your hands as you propelled yourself off the ground and flipped.

You landed on your feet, for only a moment before pushing yourself up higher for another. You had reached the opposite corner of the mat once your feet hit the ground. You stuck the landing throwing your arms up in a pose, before taking a step back to complete your second run. You did your jump again and took off again, propelling yourself to do a pike.

Once you landed your hands shot back up in a pose, before doing your final run. You ran and did a flip before landing and doing a jumping split.

You did your final few poses and your routine was over. You put your arms down and began focusing on slowing your breathing a bit. You heard clapping from behind and you turned to the door to see Lance standing there smiling.

“That was really fucking good.” He walked towards the mat and you went to turn off your playlist, grabbing your bottle of water and meeting him on the side of the mat.

“Thanks, it’s a new routine so it needs a lot of work still.”

“No. It’s honestly pretty great. Congratulations, I think it’s worth a gold medal kid.”

You beamed at him and sat down, stretching your legs a bit more.

“Do you feel better than yesterday?”

“Yeah I slept pretty good. So, I think that helped.”

“Good. I’m happy, I can’t have my best gymnast injuring herself over her bs family.”

“Yeah, I agree.”

“It just let’s her win.” Lance sat down next to you. “If you wanna annoy her, don’t let what she says get to you. Make it so you could give less than 2 shits what she says. I also have another idea too.”

“And what is that Mister Helpful?”

“Well you said your mom has a charity thing next week right?”

“Yeah?”

“Well what if, I came with you, and pretended that I was your boyfriend so your mom won’t give you shit?”

You choked on the water that you had been drinking. “What?”

“It’ll solely be so you can stop worrying about your mother’s approval, and can focus on trials in 2 weeks.”

“You’re joking right?”

“No. What I’m not good enough to be your fake boyfriend?”

“No, I’d just never fucking date you.”

“You’re acting as if I’m gonna actually try to date you. I don’t do the dating thing.”

“I couldn’t tell.”

Lance stood up, getting annoyed now. “Ok fine, fuck you then. I don’t need to do this. I want you to stop acting like a little bitch, but whatever, be fucking miserable for all I care.” Lance pulled out his phone and started walking away.

“Lance, wait.”

He turned around and smirked. “Yeah?”

“Will you still do it?”

“Maybe, if you get on your knees,” He leaned his head down and looked at you through the tops of his eyes. “and beg.”

“You’re fucking disgusting.”

“Hey, I’m fucking with you. Yes, I’ll still do it, if you’ll cut the shit.”

You smiled and jumped up, hugging him. He was so tall your feet came off the ground. He wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged back. Once you were back on the ground, you looked up at him.

“I’m going to call her and let her know I’ll be bringing my “boyfriend” with to the party.”

“Alright, I’m sure this is going to be,” Lance took a second and rolled his eyes with his hands on his hips. “fun?” His toned laced with sarcasm. You responded with an eye roll as well.

“It was your idea.”

“Don’t remind me. When you’re done run the routine again. I’m going to check on the others.” Lance turned around, popping his gum and walking back into the main room.

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To Sing

Hi hi there!!! Just wanted to write something fluffy and different to take a break from angst!! To the wonderful Nonny who sent this in, forgive me- I changed a couple of them to not all be in the shower… I started writing them in one sitting and this is what I saw, my apologies… 


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Seek Me

Just something that came to me, mainly due to @the-nerd-book-reader, because she’s an incredible writer and her most recent post is absolutely amazing (read it here: https://the-nerd-book-reader.tumblr.com/post/167157547623/ill-stay/embed)


Harry was sprayed on one of the eight-year common room sofas, with a book in his hands. Hermione had recommended it to him, and he had been quite sceptical to read it at first, but he was genuinely enjoying it now. He was so caught up in it that he didn’t even notice Malfoy and Zabini entering the room.

“I’m not doing this, Blaise, you’re completely deranged if you think I’m going to kiss him!” Draco hissed.

“A bet is a bet, Draco. You agreed to it, now you have to do it!” Blaise smirked. He saw the opportunity and he took it. He knew about Draco’s attraction to Potter before Draco himself had figured it out, and he knew that if he hadn’t taken action, Draco would continue to whine about Potter for the rest of the school year, and he was having none of that. “I’m helping you here! If it weren’t for this bet, you would never have to guts to do anything about that obsession of yours with The Boy Who Lived!”

“It’s not an obsession! What the hell is wrong with you? I was drunk when we made that stupid bet, you can’t possibly be serious about this!”

“Whatever makes you sleep at night, Draco. You know just as well as I do that you meant it when you said you would do anything to kiss Potter. There’s even a saying about it. Drunk mind, sober thoughts? I don’t know and I don’t really care, to be honest. You swore on it. You even insisted on a magical bet. That was on you. Now you have to do it, so go right ahead. The sooner the better.”

Draco was terrified. Merlin knew how much he wanted to kiss Potter. But having the guts to actually go through with it? That was a whole different story. He had no choice. The magical bet forced him do to what was arranged in the bet, otherwise he would start experiencing a light dizziness that would only increase if he didn’t do what he was supposed to. He hated Blaise. He would cut him in pieces and feed them to the Lake Squid once this was all over. He took a deep breath.

“Potter.” He didn’t hear him.

“Potter!” Potter looked up from his book.

“Hey Malfoy. What’s going on?” Harry asked, confused.

“Hmm… I…” Draco was stuttering. He glanced over at Blaise, who only smirked at him and muttered something along the lines of “Go on.”

“You see, Blaise and I made this bet… A magical bet. And I lost. Meaning I have to… Uh… Kiss you.” Draco couldn’t bring himself to look into Potter’s eyes. He was way too embarrassed.

After what felt like ages, Draco finally looked up. Potter was staring at him, wide-eyed.

“Potter, I…”

“It’s ok, Malfoy.” Draco’s jaw dropped.

“What?”

“It’s ok. I’ve been asked to do weirder things, if I’m being honest. And we’re friends now. It’s fine.” Harry said, with a half-smile.

Draco just stood there with a dumbfound look on his face. He had never expected Potter to accept it so easily, he thought it would take a lot of convincing to get Potter to kiss him.

“So, are you going to kiss me or…?” Harry asked.

Draco was snapped out of his shock by the reality of the whole situation. This was actually happening. He was going to kiss the boy he’d been dreaming about for the past months. It was overwhelming.

Before Potter could change his mind, Draco grabbed him by his robes and placed his lips on his. For a few seconds, he just stood there, with his lips completely still against Potter’s. And then something inside him broke, and he started moving his lips. Potter’s lips followed the motion, and they started moving messily against each other. Draco thought this was as good as it would get until he felt Potter’s tongue slowly licking his bottom lip. Without even thinking about it, Draco tilted his head, allowing them to deepen the kiss, before meeting Potter’s tongue. They moved slowly against each other, tasting and licking, in a gentle motion. Draco was feeling incredibly light-headed. He had dreamed about kissing Potter for more times than he cared to admit it, but Merlin help him, it was better. It was so much better. It was actually incomparable. Goosebumps coursed through him as he felt Potter’s tongue against his. Potter was enjoying this just as much as he was, and it was driving him insane.

Draco was running out of breath so he decided to stop. A million thoughts crossed his mind as he looked into Potter’s green eyes. He couldn’t read his expression, he had no idea what Potter was thinking.

“Malfoy, I…” Draco didn’t let him finish his sentence. He immediately took off to the dormitories.

Harry was incredulous. He had just kissed Draco Malfoy. And he had enjoyed every single second of it. He had never kissed anyone like that. Not Cho. Not Ginny. And it confused the hell out of him. He had never really thought of Malfoy that way. They had become friends over the past months, after a very much needed three-hour conversation in which they just poured every single thought that had accumulated throughout the years. Harry knew Malfoy wasn’t a Death Eater, not truly. He did what he did for his family, and even though he didn’t agree with Malfoy’s actions, he acknowledged his motives, because he himself would do anything for the ones he loves. And now they had a completely new dynamic. Malfoy was the only one that was truly able to challenge him, and Harry hadn’t really realised what that meant for him, not until now. Now that he had had a taste of Malfoy’s soft lips and wicked tongue, he realised that maybe they could be more than friends.

With these thoughts in mind, he headed towards the dormitories.

-

Harry spent the following week thinking about Malfoy. He just couldn’t get him out of his head. He became way too aware of Malfoy’s physical features. He had known for a long time now that Malfoy was attractive, no one in their right mind would deny that, but now he was able to really focus on all the details. And Merlin, did they drive him mad. Malfoy’s facial features alone drove Harry insane. His face was perfectly shaped, with hollow cheekbones, an incredibly prominent jaw, a pointy nose, sure, but attractive all the same. And his eyes. Harry had never given much thought to Malfoy’s eyes until now. He realised grey was not a particularly common colour when it came to irises, and Harry thought they were stunning.

Harry also secretly loved their height difference, because feeling Malfoy leaning down to kiss him had felt bloody fantastic. And Malfoy’s style was impeccable. Harry would still find him attractive if he wore the ugliest pieces of clothing in the world, but there was no doubt that his sense of fashion was pristine. And that made him even more attractive.

Merlin, I’m way too caught up in this!” Harry thought.

-

Draco was a wreck. He couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss he had shared with Potter. He dreamt about it every single night for the following week. And he took all his effort to avoid Potter. He couldn’t really face him. He felt Potter’s eagerness when they were kissing, but when he looked into his eyes, something had told him that he was setting himself up for disaster. So he ran away. And he would avoid Potter until the end of the year, if that was all it took for him to stop feeling so unsettled. Of course Merlin was not on his side.

-

After a whole week of daydreaming of soft pink lips, platinum blonde hair and piercing grey eyes, Harry couldn’t take it any longer. He saw Malfoy in one of the corridors, and grabbed him by his arm towards an empty cupboard nearby.

“Potter, what the hell do you think you’re doing?! Let go of me!” Draco fumed.

“Malfoy, we need to talk about that kiss.”

Draco’s cheeks started to redden. “There’s nothing to talk about, it was just a stupid bet.”

“Then why have you been ignoring me?”

“Because… We’re friends! I was too embarrassed, I don’t know…”

“Malfoy, it’s fine! A kiss wouldn’t ruin our friendship!”

“Are you sure?” Draco was concerned. He treasured his friendship with Harry and he didn’t want his feelings to ruin it.

“Yes, I’m sure! But Malfoy… That kiss…”

“Potter, I already told you, it was just a bet.”

“Just a bet? That was all that it was?”

“Yes! Can’t you just leave it alone?”

Harry scowled. He knew he hadn’t been the only one enjoying that kiss. But Malfoy was stubborn. He knew he would never talk about it openly. Unless… A wild thought crossed his mind.

“I have a proposition for you.”

“What? What are you on about, Potter?”

“Since you seem so keen on taking bets, how about we make one as well?”

Draco furrowed his eyebrows, a look of apparent confusion on his face.

“I know I’m not the only that misses our Quidditch matches. Now that we can’t take part in the school’s teams, how about we play a one-on-one? You, me and a snitch.”

“A seeker’s match?”

“That’s right. And if you win, I’ll never talk about that kiss again.”

“Ok… What if I lose?”

“If you lose, we get to kiss again.”

Draco’s face turned crimson. Potter couldn’t possibly be serious.

“Are you messing with me right now, Potter?”

“No, I’m not. Why? Are you scared?”

“I’m not scared, it’s just…”

“What? Can’t take a little challenge?” Harry smirked. He knew that was the best way to get a reaction out of Malfoy.

“Of course I can! It’s just…”

“It’s settled then! Saturday. 5 pm. I’ll see you there!”

Potter stormed out of the cupboard, leaving Draco completely unguarded.

“What the hell has just happened?” Draco muttered. He was in so much trouble. He desperately wanted to drop the whole kiss thing, because he knew he wasn’t prepared to admit that there had been a lot more to it than just the bet, even though the bet had been the only reason why he had stepped forward. He was just scared. Potter was too much for him, he knew it. He was too good, and Draco knew he didn’t deserve him. But at the same time, he was aching to kiss Potter again. He had never felt anything remotely like what he felt when he was kissing him.

“Now I’m definitely going to kill Blaise, this is all his fault!” Draco kicked the door, and took off.

-

Saturday had finally come. The word got around that they were going to play against each other, so, obviously, half the school showed up. Draco was scared out of his wits. It was too late to back down now. He had tried to give up several times but Potter didn’t allow him to. He felt like he could hex the git right now.

His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by Potter (that had become a normal occurrence in the past months). He was walking towards him, in his old Gryffindor uniform, looking as good as he could. Draco hated the prat for being so damn attractive.

“We have an audience.” Harry stated, as he smiled at him.

“I could tell.” Malfoy frowned.

“Ok, then. I’ll release the snitch, then we’ll wait for 30 seconds, and then we can take off. Got it?”

“Potter, I’m not stupid.” Malfoy rolled his eyes.

“Alright. Let’s do this then.”

Harry released the snitch, and then proceeded to wait. The 30 seconds felt like a whole lifetime. Then, the time was over and they were both taking off on their brooms.

They both started circling around the pitch, trying to find a spot to get a proper view. Once they both found said spot, they waited. And waited. For 10 whole minutes, all they did was wait. Until Harry caught a glimpse of something shimmery to his right, and he took off, following it. Draco had seen it too, and promptly followed Harry. They were both flying incredibly fast. The snitch was following a straight line, that was leading them to the Forbidden Forest. Then, at the very last minute, it turned left and went into an arc towards the centre of the pitch. Draco had come to a halt stop, right behind Harry. They both turned towards the centre of the pitch, trying to catch the snitch. Just as they were both approaching it, it took a sudden turn and took off in another direction. This continued for about 20 minutes.

Draco was starting to think this whole situation was preposterous. Maybe it had all been a scheme that Potter had come up with. Either way, he was growing tired. And so was Potter. They were both flying side by side now, and he could hear Potter’s breath starting to fault. He decided to look at him, and Potter returned the look. Which was just what Draco needed, because he suddenly saw the snitch flying right next to Potter’s head. Without giving it much thought, he lunged himself forward, trying to get a hold of the golden ball, knocking Potter over in the process. They both fell off their brooms but Draco managed to slow them down before they hit the ground. They were soon lying on the floor. Draco was standing right on top of Potter. He could feel Potter’s harsh lines against his body, and he couldn’t help but get turned on by it. His left hand was supporting him by staying flat pressed against Potter’s chest. And his lower region was standing right above Potter’s. He felt himself twitch at the contact, and soon realised he was hard. And he saw it in Potter’s eyes that he had realised it too. Draco flushed angrily, but before he could embarrass himself even further, he felt something move against the palm of his right hand, that was closed around it. Draco opened his hand and saw that it was the snitch. He had caught it. He had won. He heard people cheering in the back, but he couldn’t focus, not when he was lying against Potter like that. He quickly got up, shook the dirt off his Quidditch uniform, and darted to the locker room, without even glancing at his friends, who were coming down off the stands to congratulate him.

Harry stood there lying on the ground for a couple of minutes, processing everything that had just happened. Malfoy had won the match. He was so convinced he would win, giving in to the prospect of kissing Malfoy again, but he had lost. Which meant he couldn’t bring up the kiss ever again. And that pained him. But at the same time… Malfoy had got hard over the contact they had just shared. Which meant Malfoy was attracted to him. He wouldn’t let that go. He quickly got up, not even bothering to clean himself up, and trailed off after Malfoy.

Harry soon entered the locker room, and didn’t see Malfoy at first. After wandering around, he found him sitting in one of the showers, with his hands on his face.

“Malfoy…”

“Go away, Potter! We had a deal. I won!”

“I know, but we need to talk about what just happened out there…”

“What…” Draco’s eyes widened in horror, as his cheeks turned crimson again. “That… That was nothing.”

“That was hardly nothing, Malfoy! Why won’t you talk to me?!”

“I can’t, alright?! I don’t want to ruin this friendship we’ve built.”

“You won’t ruin it, trust me!”

“But I will. I’m serious, Harry. You’re too good. This would never work…”

Harry gasped. Malfoy had just used his first name, which meant he was being completely serious. “What are you talking about? Too good?” Harry was insanely confused.

“Yes, too good! You’re too good for me! I don’t deserve someone like you!” Draco was practically yelling at him. “After everything I’ve done…”

Harry felt a lump forming in his throat. Malfoy… No, Draco thought he wasn’t worthy of him. He thought Harry was too good for him. And that hurt him.

“Draco, please don’t say that! You’re worthy, so worthy! You have no idea what you’ve been doing to me this past week. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that kiss. You and have have built such a great friendship, and trust me when I tell you that I treasure it more than anything else. And that kiss we shared, it only made me realise that you and I, that we have the potential to be something more. And I’m perfectly aware of our differences, and of what has happened in the past, but I’ve moved on. And you should let go of it too. That is the only way for you to be truly happy. And believe me when I say there is nothing that I want more at the moment than to make you happy. I want this. I want us.”

Draco looked at him, with water in his eyes, as he let out a sob. Harry quickly put his arms around him, hugging him, as if he were protecting him of all the evil in the world.

“You’re amazing, Harry.” Draco whispered to his ear.

“You’re not so bad either.” Harry chuckled.

Draco playfully pushed him away, and smiled. A genuine smile. That was what Harry always wanted on Draco’s face.

“So… I know I lost but… Could you possibly consider another kiss?” Harry asked, smiling at him.

“Of course, you prat.” Draco smirked. He then proceeded to wrap his arms around Harry’s neck, pulling him, and closing the distance between them. It was a soft and gentle kiss, their tongues slowly swirling around each other.

“About what happened out there…” Draco blushed, again. Harry loved that he could get that reaction out of Draco.

“Fine! I was lying right on top of you, what did you expect?”

“Nothing! I was just thinking… Maybe we could do something about it?”

Draco laughed. “Here, in the locker room? Is that a kink of yours, Potter?”

“Scared, Malfoy?”

“You wish.”

With You

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 1313

Summary: Daryl comes home to find you asleep on the couch. He thinks about his future–his future, with you. 

Notes: this takes place around the time Daryl gets the job from Aaron! i didn’t really edit this, but i just found it and thought that it was worth to post. i think we could all use some fluffy Daryl, especially after last week’s episode. enjoy. 

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Bonca

Title: Bonca

Warnings: Smut, a bit of angst, self deprecation, gross amounts of fluff/love, body worshiping, some dirty talk, I don’t edit shit so that is a warning too.

Summary: Dan was the only one surprised by Phil calling him up to share his award with him and he was the only one who didn’t think he deserved it.

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251 Years

Daveed Diggs x Reader (I was feeling inspired okay?)

Also I first saw this through another fic, so if anyone knows who it is please let me know so I can give them credit. Thanks! 


“And I would like to wish a very Happy Birthday to our lovely Y/N! Happy eighteenth birthday, and all the best wished towards you to help you find that soulmate of yours. They will certainly be a lucky person!” your cousin Matthew shouted in the ballroom.

A resounding applause came from everyone in the room and you sat there blushing. You never knew what to do in these situations.

“Thank you,” you said, nodding your head.

The music struck back up again, and you decided to get up and dance.

Tonight was the night of your eighteenth birthday in 1774 and the day that would now stop aging until you met the person that you would spend the rest of your life with.

You hoped that they would find you soon. You didn’t want to just be alone for a long time.

The party continued even as you made your way to the garden in the back of the manor. You made your way through the roses, going over to the fountain.

You sat on the edge and looked at the moon.

‘Please find me soon. I love you already.’

~~~~

“Lin, I already told you this. Please shut up,” your groaned as your friend kept rambling on about ideas for his new musical.

About Alexander Hamilton.

He had first met you when he was still in high school, you had come in to talk to his history class.

He had been fascinated by you, and ever since then you had gotten along splendidly. His family treated you like their own, and you were often asked to babysit for him.

You didn’t mind, it was nice. But sometimes he wouldn’t leave you alone. Like now.

He had just started producing his new play Hamilton, and he wanted everything to be perfect.

You didn’t blame him, but with him calling at three in the morning was getting annoying.

Right now he was asking about costumes, and he thought that you could add your expertise. But you were exhausted right now.

“Lin, i’m going to bed. I’ll be back in New York in three days and I’ll come and see you at the theater. We can talk then.”

He huffed but you knew that he would relent now.

“Alright alright. I’ll see you then. Goodnight!”

“Goodnight Lin.”

You put your phone down and got back up out of bed. You went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror.

You started at your face. A face that looked 18 years old but in fact was 251 years old.

Ha. 51.

You snorted.

Would you ever find your soulmate? It had been so long, you were just announced to be the oldest person on the plant.

‘Well, back to bed for me.’

~~~~

“Y/N! You made it!” Lin cried as he fought through the crowd of cast. He wrapped you in a big hug.

You laughed and hugged him back.

“I brought a bunch of old trunks with clothes that I still own. I thought that you might want to use them for inspiration. You can’t use the actual ones however.”

A smile crossed his face as he cheered.

“Thank you so much!”

“I’ll need some help bringing them up, but please be careful, they’re very important to me.”

He nodded and relayed that info to some others that went to get your stuff. You went down with them, watching them as they took it all up stairs.

“I think that’s all of the,” Lin said as he came up to you.

“Thanks Lin. I’m going to send a quick email and then I’ll come up and meet you.”

He nodded and left, yourself getting on your phone.

Finishing up your business you started to go up the stairs, but you found yourself tripping on the last step.

You braced for a fall, but instead of the cold ground you were met by a pair of strong arms.

Sparks exploded, and your chest started glowing, the second part of the soulmate bond. The two of you froze, not knowing what to do.

You picked yourself up and the man released you. You turned around to look at your soulmate, and there he was.

Daveed Diggs, the man playing Thomas Jefferson and the Marquis de Lafayette. Your soulmate.

How crazy was that.

“Holy shit,” he said. You giggled.

“Is that all you have to say?” you shot back. He smiled at you.

“Why do we have to say anything?” He mused, coming closer to you. His face was only an inch from yours. You felt yourself feeling hot.

He took your breath away.

You stared into each other’s eyes, before your lips met in a fiery kiss. It was wonderful. After being 18 for 243 years, this was everything you could have imagined.

As you broke apart he stared at you lovingly. He was holding you in his arms again.

“I do have a question for you,” he said. “How long have you been 18? It’s been five years for me.”

You smirked.

“I’ve totally got you beat.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve looked like this for 243 years.”

His mouth dropped open.

“Well fuck,” he whispered, sending you into a fit of laughter. “How old does that make you then?”

“251,” you replied as you recovered from laughing.

He smiled.

“Ha ha.”

“What?”

“51.”


EDIT: Ok so I was hoping that I guess i didn’t have to explain this but the reason they’re laughing at ‘51′ is because Hamilton wrote 51 essays. Cool? Cool.

Professor Kwon: Chapter II

Originally posted by jiyonggifs

Genre: Teacher AU, Smut, Fluff, Angst.

Word Count: 1,942

Chapter: 2/?

Pairing: G-Dragon x Reader

Warnings: None. There won’t be any until like the 4th chapter ;))

A/N: Sorry for such a long wait, school has been hectic. However, the third chapter is almost complete so the wait for the next chapter definitely won’t be as long!

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Connor Murphy with a Writer S/O Headcanons Part 2

Part 2 to this.

  • Ok, now you two were inseparable. Connor went with you everywhere, and you ditched class with Connor all the time.
  • Connor opened up to you little by little. Even told you that he wanted to do therapy for years, but his parents kept on saying he didn’t need it.
  • You were furious. You helped him as much as you could. Connor began to help himself sometimes, too. It was amazing.
    • “(Y/n)?”
    • “Everything ok, Connor?”
    • “I feel…”
    • He wouldn’t need to say anything else. You’d hug him and kiss him and whisper sweet nothings into his ear.
    • Connor would push you away sometimes too, go silent and just not talk to you.
    • “Connor?”
    • Silence
    • “Superman,” you’d drawl and wrap your arms around his shoulders, “hey, you know you can talk to me about anything, right?”
    • Still silence.
    • “Ok, I’ll be right here when you need me.”
  • Then, you got a job. You wanted the money for yourself, sure, college and publishing and all that, but your main reason was Connor.
  • You emailed a doctor that Connor contacted a long time ago. You explained what was happening to Connor, and that doctor knew a therapist who would give you a discount just for Connor.
    • “Connor?”
    • “Everything ok?”
    • “Perfect, actually. Uh, so I’ve been saving up some money.”
    • “Where are you going with this?”
    • “Well, I know you’ve wanted to go to therapy, and one of the psychologists offered you a discount for sessions.”
    • Connor blinked.
    • You froze, scared you did something wrong. That you were intruding and that Connor didn’t want any therapy anymore.
    • Then, he took you in his arms with tears in his eyes. “Thank you,” he whispered.
    • You could breathe when you heard those words. You hugged him back as he whispered those two words over and over.
  • Twice a week, you and Connor walked to the psychologist’s. You waited inside another room where you could write and read.
  • When Connor missed a session, whether it was because he had a particularly bad day or because his parents forced him to go somewhere, the psychologist gladly moved his appointment and never deprived Connor a session.
  • Both of you still get teased and bullied. It doesn’t get to either of you as much, though. The other was always there.
  • You were a writer, so you developed your own sense of wit when it came to responding to bullying
    • One time, Connor was waiting for you outside of your classroom. Then, some douche decided to confront him. He didn’t insult you, just Connor, so Connor didn’t feel like fighting back.
    • But, when you came out, all hell broke loose. You saw your boyfriend surrounded by idiots, while head idiot was spewing shit about your boyfriend.
    • Some idiots were smart and let you through. Some weren’t so you pushed them out of the way until you were standing in front of Connor. “Shouldn’t you be picking on someone your own, size?”
    • “What, like you?”
    • “Me? I’m too big for you. I mean, you’re what, three inches? Two?” You scoffed. “I mean you’re obviously compensating for… well.” You held up your fingers to demonstrate how small two inches really was.
    • The head idiot was so mad and embarrassed, he couldn’t even think of a good comeback.
    • You grabbed Connor’s hand and pulled him out of the crowd.
    • Connor kinda just stared at you in awe.
    • “What is it, Superman?”
    • He kissed you against the lockers with passion you hadn’t thought possible. When Connor pulled away, he just breathed, “You’re amazing.”
    • You told him. “Learned from the best.”
  • Connor was always honest and blunt, so when it came to responding to bullying…
    • You were in the library. Connor had left to find some more books for research. He had also left with a kiss on your cheek, you know, if you wanted to know.
    • A group of girls came up to you and asked what you were doing.
    • “Some research for my rough draft.”
    • “Rough draft, like a novel?”
    • You nodded with a smile.
    • A guy scoffed. “Right, cause you can write a good novel.”
    • You blinked. “Well, I-”
    • “Is it even good?”
    • “Look at her! She can’t even speak, let alone write.”
    • You were shivering. You couldn’t fight back, not when it was about your writing.
    • “I found the perfect book!” Connor came rushing back, but when he saw the group of kids and your shivering, his smile faded into a scowl. He stomped over to you, wrapped you in his arms, and glared at the kids. “Apologize.”
    • The kids shook in their place. “We d-didn’t do anything. WE just-”
    • “I don’t give a fuck about what you think you didn’t do. Apologize. Now.”
    • “We’re sorry!” They scurried off while Connor gripped your arms and shoulders.
    • Your boyfriend just continued to glare at the spot those kids were standing in before.
    • You pulled on his jacket. “Connor,” you whispered.
    • He pulled away from you and held you by the shoulders. “What did they do? I swear, I will-”
    • “Connor!” You took a deep breath and kissed him lightly. “Thank you.”
    • He laughed. “Anything for you.”
  • I know this is long already, but just imagine the first I love you. It would probably almost a year into the relationship.
  • You’d be writing away at the foot of your bed. Connor would be reading on your bed, because if your significant other’s a writer, you are going to pick up a bit of reading.
    • You were getting some serious writer’s block. Bad writer’s block.
    • After an hour of staring at your rough draft, you threw back your head and groaned. “That’s it. I’m done. I can’t finish this.”
    • Connor peaked over the side of his bed. “What are you whining about?”
    • “This! I can’t finish this. Too complicated. Too many characters and subplots and motifs. What the fuck is a motif anyway?”
    • Connor chuckled. “You know what a motif is, (Y/n)?”
    • You shook your head. “I’m giving up. I can’t finish it. I can’t edit this many words and get it out to the public!”
    • Connor rolled his eyes and flopped back onto his bed. “I know you’re exaggerating.” He held his book above his face and continued to read
    • You humphed and plopped down on the bed. You removed the book from his face. “And how do you know I’m exaggerating?”
    • “Because if you were telling the truth, you wouldn’t be the person I fell in love with.” He went back to his book.
    • It took about five seconds for you to register what just happened.
    • You couldn’t exactly find your voice, so you just sat on the bed staring at the wall because that wonderful, passionate, stubborn guy loves you. And you love him.
    • Connor voices his thoughts. They did not match yours.
    • “I fucked it up, didn’t I?” He pulled at his hair. “Ugh! I’m sorry. I am so sorry. I knew that I was going to mess this up somehow. I’ll just leave. I’m sorry. Of course, I said it too early and I’m too fucking needy.”
    • He continued to ramble as he grabbed some of his stuff and walk to your door.
    • You pulled him back and kissed him. You pushed him against the door and intertwined your fingers with him. You smiled against his lips and kissed him again. You let go of his hands and wrapped your hands in his long hair and pulled him closer.
    • When his hands were free, Connor tried to get the nerve to pull away from you to ask if you were sure about this, but he couldn’t do it. Not when you were pulling him closer and smiling against his lips like that. Just more reasons to love you.
    • He pulled away first with a gasp.
    • You giggled and whispered, “I love you, too, Connor Murphy.”
    • He shook his head. “What did I do to deserve you?”
    • “What did I do to deserve you?” you countered.
  • You meet Mr. and Mrs. Murphy at graduation, and you were not grateful for them. Because Connor had been rubbing off on you, your first impression was everything but traditional.
    • “So you’re (y/n)!”
    • You froze next to Connor. Even he stiffened and pulled you a closer to him.
    • You looked around to make sure everyone around you was occupied with other things before you whipped around and interrogated his parents, “So why’d you ignore Connor when he asked to get therapy?”
    • Mrs. Murphy’s face filled with dread, and Mr. Murphy clenched his jaw.
    • Mr. Murphy let go of his wife and crossed his arms. “I don’t think you have the right to ask such questions, (Y/n).”
    • “Being Connor’s girlfriend for the last two years, I think I have every right.”
    • “Connor doesn’t need therapy,” Mrs. Murphy argued. “He’s fine now.”
    • “He’s fine now because I brought him to fucking therapy,” you stated.
    • Just on time, the psychologist who helped Connor for over a year, and still makes time for him when he needs it, pushed through the crowd to commend you and Connor on your accomplishments.
    • “Doctor, this is Mr. and Mrs. Murphy.”
    • “Ah, your son has made so much progress. I expect big things from Connor.”
    • Connor smiled a little. “Thank you.”
    • The doctor left, and Connor’s parents were speechless.
    • Wanting to shed some light on the situation, Connor explained, “(Y/n) paid for it, so you don’t have to worry about your precious bank account.”
  • Years pass and even though Connor and you go separate ways, your relationship persists.
  • Then, you get your book published with sketches by Connor and a dedication to Connor.
  • Your book gets enough attention that you and Connor are promised a book tour after you graduate college.
    • “What do mean (Y/n)’s late? You’re her agent. Aren’ you supposed to make sure she’s here.”
    • “She called in earlier, Mr. Murphy. Her flight’s been delayed, and she will be a few hours late.”
    • “She’s the fucking author. She can’t be late to her own book tour.” Connor slumped in his seat.
    • Then, hands covered his eyes. And only one person had the guts to do such a thing to Connor Murphy.
    • His lips curled into a smile and let out a laugh. “(y/n), I swear-”
    • “What is that, Superman?”
    • He turned around and kissed you hard while your agent averted her eyes and gave you too a moment.
    • “I missed you,” you murmured against his lips.
    • Connor couldn’t help himself. He kept on kissing you, running his hands up and down your body just to make sure you really were in his arms. “I love you,” he whispered.
    • “I love you, too.”
  • You were dreading the last stop of your book tour. You weren’t sure what you were supposed to do afterwards. Connor had a bright future ahead of him as an aspiring social worker or therapist or psychologist or something like that. You… You weren’t sure what to do with yourself.
  • When the cameras were all gone and the people deserted the bookstore, you took a deep breath and prepared yourself for whatever end was coming.
    • “(Y/n), everything ok?” Connor came up behind you and hugged your waist.
    • You sighed and leaned back into him. “I’m fine.”
    • “I’m calling bullshit.”
    • You laughed. “As you should.” You licked your lips. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do after all this. Most writers have a second profession, but me? I have no clue if that will happen or if I’ll go back to school. I just… I don’t know what I’m supposed to do for the next year or two or forever.” You laughed bitterly. “I don’t know.”
    • Connor rubbed your arms, and you leaned into his warm touch and closed your eyes.
    • Your boyfriend of over six years leaned over and whispered, “Marry me, then.”
    • Your eyes flew open. You turned your head and breathed, “What did you say?”
    • Connor nodded to the space in front of you. You followed his silent instructions and looked in front of you. In Connor’s hand was an open ring box with a diamond ring.
    • You brought a hand to your mouth as tears formed in your eyes.
    • “I do believe,” Connor whispered, “that I asked you to marry me.”
    • Yes. You wanted to say that one word so badly, but with the tears in your eyes and Connor’s warmth around you, you just couldn’t find your voice.
    • Connor backtracked. “If you say no, it’s fine. You have stuff to figure out, so do I. Trust me. I am perfectly happy with just being by your side with no ring or whatever and… Did you just nod?”
    • You nodded again.
    • Connor gasped. “Wait, so you’re saying yes, right? Don’t fuck with me, (Y/n).”
    • You laughed. “Yes! I’m not joking with you. I’m not fucking with you. I am saying yes, and I would love to be your fiancee and get married and get a house and a job and…” You inhaled sharply. “I love you, and I want to be with you, Connor Murphy.”
    • Your fiance beamed and brought you back in his arms for a kiss. “I love you,” he whispered. “I love you.” He kissed your forehead. “I love you.” He kissed your nose. “You and only,” he kissed you again, “you.” He laughed.
    • “Saved me again,” you joked, “my superman.”

It’s sooo long!!! Ah, but I love it so much! It’s so cute!! This is dedicated to all the imagine writers in the DEH fandom. Uh.. trying to think of some off the top of my head. @imdedicatingeverydaytoyou, @pacman-tattoo, @cherrywiness, @let-the-world-pass-by, @indigo-streaks-in-her-hair, and @dear-evan-imagines, thank you for the imagines and headcanons and for being amazing writers that I read constantly. I’ve forgotten a few, but if you have ever tagged anything Connor murphy x reader, I probably read your stuff, so thank you very much.

Also dedicated to my awesome friend, @super-fabulous-killjoy, who introduced me to Dear Evan hansen and got me back into my Broadway obsessions!

Have wonderful day, readers!

Shit, Are You Crying? (smutty)

Originally posted by jiminy-krispies

Request: Here’s some advice, don’t have sex while watching [The Fox and the Hound]. Just don’t. (NSFW)

Summary: Um,,,,,,, do I really need to explain this one,,,,,,, smutty smut down below hehe

A/N: Alright y’all am so sorry for going on a small hiatus the past few days, school started this past monday for me and ya know how that goes lol ANYWAY yes I know I said that requests are closed but omfg when I heard this I was like i gotta write this ok thx enjoy :D

Wordcount: 915, i wanted this to be longer but oh well you gotta take what you get when you’re going through an inspiration shortage lulz

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Prince! Seongwoo [Pt 2]

i’m back at it again with that prince seongwoo au because we needa pROPER ENDING for it LMAOO also i edited the milkis logo onto the glass bc it was originally beer but YKNOW THERES NO DRINKING ALLOWED FOR PRINCE SEONGWOO AT LEAST 

Here’s Prince! Seongwoo Pt 1 for all yall who need back story dhfjd

  • the next day 
  • you were just kind of chilling at the library sorting books in their places like ya always do 
  • when you hard a bunch of commotion towards the front of the library, rushing to the front you see the librarian at the back of the crowd equally as confused 
  • “what’s going on?”
  • the librarian started laughing and just kind of shrugged 
  • “i’m not too sure myself! would you like to go to the front and find out what all the commotion is about?”
  • you simply nod your head and start pushing your way to the front 
  • while you were making your way to the front you started noticing that the crowd was basically 90% girls and 10% guys who were just very confused as to what was going on and when you could see the front you wree pretty sure you were ready to just turn around and act like nothing was happening
  • “oh my god he’s actually here”

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Whipped Cream and Cuddles

Paring: Miniminter x reader

Word Count: 2,252 (sorry, I had fun)

Warnings: Couple of swears

Requested: Yes!

Requests: Open (PLEASE SEND ME SOME I BEG) 

Y/N - Your name

Simon and I have been friends for years, since we met in secondary school. We didn’t go to the same fine institute of education (lol), he was at a private college while I attended a public school across the city.  We were introduced by a mutual friend at a party; the football loving giant, and the shy, bookish girl.  Despite these differences in personality, we hit it off immediately and have remained friends up to this day.  I went to university in London, while he started a YouTube channel and became the teen heart-throb who inspires hysteria in millions of pre-teen and teenage girls across the globe, a fact I never let him forget.

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The Only One For Me - Minghao Fluff/Angst

Originally posted by minghaeo

Request: Hi! Can you do maybe do a Minghao angst where another girl is relentlessly trying to get him to cheat on the reader with her but Minghao is loyal and says no but all the reader sees is the girl flirty and stuff with Minghao and not him saying no to her? Sorry if this is confusing (also sorry I request a lot of stuff, you just always write exactly what I want!)

Word Count: 1515

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Member/Group: Minghao (The8) of SEVENTEEN

Summary: A day out at the mall was needed for you and your boyfriend to get some well needed rest, but an unwanted visitor may just ruin that.

A/N: Hey guys! I just wanted to say, I am running low on requests since the last time I asked, so please send in more. Make them a pretty detailed outline of what you want, and don’t be afraid to use anon! Anyway, sorry for any errors, I’m too tired to bother editing this right now.(It’s 11:30 here.)xx

 Minghao leaned over the kitchen table and sighed, munching on his partially soggy cereal. Today was his first day off in quite a while, and he had planned to spend it with you until you had to inform him of your half-day at work. It was better than a full day shift, but it still left Minghao alone for a solid four hours. That all lead to him eating his breakfast alone and wishing you could be there to crack some jokes as he ate.

 As he spooned the last spoonful of sweet deliciousness into his mouth, he got out of his chair to walk over to the sink to wash the now dirty bowl. The water cleaned the last of the soggy crumbs from the bottom of the container and he placed it on the dish rack to avoid breaking it. He was going to walk over to the couch and scroll through his phone when the annoying shriek of the doorbell ringing invaded the silence. Quickly, his sock covered feet pattered over to the door and he pulled it wide open, expecting the person outside to be a deliveryman or a neighbor in need of assistance.

 “Hi, Minghao! I heard you were free, and I was wondering if you wanted to go to a cafe or something for some ~alone time~!” The annoying girl that sat on his doorstep was definitely not the mailman, but he probably would have been happier to see him. (G/N) had dark hair that was stuffed into to massive pigtails and what looked like 50 pounds of makeup distributed unevenly across her face. Her outfit screamed “I’m in my twenties but desperate to cling to my escaping youth by chasing younger guys,” which is a statement so accurate that it made Minghao laugh just to think about it.

 “Um… my girlfriend is going to be home from work soon, so I have get ready. I’m sorry, maybe go ask somebody else?” His nails gently swiped the back off his neck as his eyes trailed to the ground.

 Her lipsticked scowl grew, and she nodded slowly before backing away from the door. “Yeah, just tell (Y/N) hi for me I guess…” Her shoes clicked against the floor as she sashayed away from the door, hips swinging in an attempt to catch the long man’s eyes. A sigh of relief escaped his mouth, and he turned around to go back to the living room.


 “Babe!~ I’m home from work!” You walked in and set your large bag on the wooden table. Minghao ran into the room and immediately, his arms were around your waist.

 “I missed you so much! It’s so boring here without you. Plus, the weird girl on the first floor came to the apartment and basically tried to get me to go on a date with her…” Laughing at Minghao’s misfortune, you placed a kiss on his lips.

 “Well, if she bothers you again I guess I’ll just have to make sure you don’t leave my sight.” He laughed at your joking words. “I can be your personal bodyguard.”

 “Ok, (Y/N). So, what do you want to do for the day? Lunch? Maybe go shopping or something?”

 “Minghao, you know me way too well. Let’s do lunch then we can go walk around the mall if that’s good with you.” He nodded and released you from his vice grip. “I’ll go get dressed in normal clothes, and we can leave.”


 Minghao locked the door behind him before lacing his fingers with yours. You smiled up at him, and you both walked down the long hallway to the stairs. It may have seemed childish to others, but Minghao swung your hands back and forth as he hummed a familiar tune. He continued this all the way out of the building and to the bus stop. When you finally got onto the bus, you both found seats adjacent to each other and sat, making a comment or two to the other ever so often. As the beautiful scenery of the busy city flew by, so did the minutes. Before long, you reached the large complex of buildings that housed all your favorite stores and restaurants.

 “Here, Jagi, I’ll hold your bag so you can tie your shoelace.” Minghao’s considerate nature beamed as you quickly fixed the loose shoelaces on your left sneaker.

 “Thank you, Minghao!” You pecked him on the cheek before walking through the large glass doors, fingers intertwined. 

 Overplayed pop music blasted from each storefront, but the two of you quickly made your way to the food court and payed for two meals. As soon as the trays were sat down in front of you, it seemed to magically disappear. Minghao eagerly devoured his meal and waited for you to finish.

 “Okay, where do you want to go first?” You leaped up from the plastic seat and walked with Minghao to dispose of your trash.


 It had been a solid hour, and you had begged Minghao to let you visit Forever 21 before you left. He had already taken a seat in the appointed ‘boyfriend chair’ when you had slipped into the sea of clothing. As he scrolled through his emails, a familiar annoying voice pierced his eardrums.

 “HaoHao! What a coincidence! I guess fate wanted us to meet up today!” (G/N) batted her mascara coated eyelashes and leaned over the poor boy. “Why don’t you come with me, and maybe we can go to somewhere like Victoria’s Secret? I need your opinion on some new clothes.”

 Minghao fidgeted uncomfortably as (G/N) pushed her clothed chest closer towards him in an attempt to grab his attention. “No thank you, I’m waiting for my girlfriend to finish shopping…”

 (G/N) huffed and crossed her arms before lurching into a series of high pitched whines. Minghao instantly began spouting more excuses over the sound of her complaints, when (G/N) suddenly slipped forward. She landed in a jumbled mess across Minghao, which must have looked even worse when he started moving his arms to try and push her off of him.

 “What the fuck, Minghao?” You walked over and were shocked to see your boyfriend in such a compromising position. (G/N) smiled at you, and leaned forward before planting a kiss on Minghao’s cheek. “I thought you said you didn’t like her in any way! I’m going home, here’s the hoodie I bought you! Jerk…” 

 Minghao stuttered as the thick article of clothing hit his head and you stomped away. Immediately, he harshly shoved (G/N) away. “I hope this was worth it for you.” (G/N)’s smile faltered, and he sprinted in your direction.


 Tears streamed down your cheeks, but you still continued the search for the key to your apartment. Realizing your search was futile, you slumped against the door and let strong sobs rack through your body.

 “Hey… I’ll unlock the door.” Minghao quietly began to put the key in the lock and opened the door to let you in. “I’m sorry. She was pushing herself on me, (Y/N), I swear I would never hurt you like that.”

 Saying nothing, you pushed past him. He followed you like a lost puppy, until you eventually turned around to face him. “I know. Just let me be alone for a bit, okay? I didn’t want to see my hag of a neighbor flirting with my man today, and your lack of any type of explanation at the time did nothing to help.”

 “Wait, (Y/N)-” The door to the bedroom slammed shut, creating a barrier between the two pity parties taking place at the moment.


 After a few hours, you sat up and thought over your actions. You knew that you had overreacted, but you just couldn’t help feeling upset with how much jealousy had rooted itself in your mind at the sight of another girl and your beloved boyfriend. A knock on the door interrupted your thoughts, and a melancholic-looking Minghao stepped through the door with one arm holding something behind his back.

 “Hey.” He sat next to you, and revealed a single rose from behind his back. “Think of this as a physical apology, since I’m not so good with words or anything like that…” His shy demeanor radiated, and a small giggle escaped your mouth for the first time in the past few hours.

 “I accept your apology. I need to say sorry too, babe. I overreacted, and I should have listened to what you had to say first.” A flush spread across your cheeks as Minghao pulled your body into his thin frame.

 “It’s okay, Jagiya. Let’s never let anything like this happen again, okay? I don’t think I can handle that much stress anytime soon.” You nodded into his warm chest and let his hand rub across your shoulders, fitting together like two puzzle pieces.

Sugar We’re Going Down

Originally posted by enalgunlugar

Summary: Modern College AU: Reader has been dating Ben for months now and comes over for their usual date night. While waiting for Ben to return from the store, reader chats with Kylo, her long time best friend, only to have the evening take an unexpected turn.

A/N: This is based off of the drabble I posted the other day with the Solo triplets haha, I figured it would be easier to do a fic than try to format another drabble. This way it’s all in one place. Also this totally broke my heart but I loved writing it sooo yeah, enjoy, let me know what you guys think! Also all credit for the TripletAU goes to @kyren

Warnings: Fighting, language


Friday night, one of your favorite times of the week. It was a relief from the weekdays prior and only the intro to your weekend. Especially being a student, you couldn’t help but be ecstatic everytime Friday rolled around and relieved you of your classes. Friday also meant you got to see your boyfriend, Ben Solo. It was the day of the week you both agreed to have declared an official date night. Though Ben almost always made it an evening spent inside his bedroom, he at least made an effort to spoil you.

With a smile you knocked on the white wood door, dropping your arm to your side after a moment. Happily humming to yourself, you teetered on the balls of your feet, bringing your hands in front of you. Your eyes started scanning the halls, observing the surrounding apartments. 

Moments later, the door swung open, revealing Kylo. His dark hair was pulled into some kind of man bun variation, a black hoodie unzipped to show his black tank top, a new subtle septum adorning his nose. You gave him a smile as his brows raised.

“Hey stranger.”

He stuttered, his hand awkwardly trying to grip onto the door.

“H-hey. Long time no see.”

“Is Ben here?”

Clearing his throat Kylo shook his head, his expression seeming to fall for a moment. 

“No, he’s out getting something at the store.”

You nodded, “Oh ok… Can I come in?”

Kylo hesitated, gulping. He shrugged, moving to the side as he gestured for you to enter.

“Y-yeah sure.”

You smiled, patting him on the shoulder as you sauntered into the living room, plopping onto the familiar grey sectional couch.

“You wouldn’t have kicked out your best friend would you?”

The words hit him in an odd way, a way he wasn’t expecting to feel. Seeing you alone brought up feelings he was trying to ignore, hearing you continue to speak however was only making it worse. He couldn’t deny that things changed in your friendship ever since you had started dating Ben, things he couldn’t help but feel mournful over. 

You hadn’t sat and talked for months, hadn’t gone to concerts that you used to go to, no longer visited shops you frequented together, no longer played video games you used to love. It was as if you had faded almost entirely from Kylo’s life. With the way Ben kept you exclusively to himself, not even bringing you around his brothers much unless you were up against a wall they were behind, Kylo was sure he had lost his best friend.

“No…I wouldn’t do that to you.”

You smiled at him warmly, patting the spot next to you.

“Of course you wouldn’t, come sit with me.”

Hesitantly Kylo sat on the couch, a cushion away from you. Arching a brow you watched him seat himself, awkwardly avoiding eye contact with you. Compared to how Kylo acted around you, this was like having an entirely different person before you. He hardly looked at you, spoke even fewer words than usual, seemed hesitant to get anywhere closer to you, as if trying to avoid you. Opting to shrug it off, you sighed, reclining back as you put your feet up on the ottoman. It was likely just Kylo being his brooding self. 

“So what’s been new with you? I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.”

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Yoongi Scenario: One Lucky Girl.

Request: I’d like to request a yoongi scenario! A fluffy one, cause cute yoongi is never enough~~ ㅋㅋㅋ Maybe something related to idol life, any variety show… U can decide, something fluff/long and maybe funny!? Idk, I just want more yoongi
Genre: Fluff / Romance.


The broadcast ended with a clap, and everyone in the set gave each other the traditional “Good job” or “You did well” of the end of the day. Everything came up perfectly and the director congratulated them for their hard work and funny jokes, but Yoongi had a feeling that this special TV program was going to give him problems.

It was a special TV edition for BTS in which they made a concourse for the fans and one of them was selected to have a lunch with one of the BTS members; the idea was fun and appealing for everyone and they were sure fans would love it, but when he came out as the selected member with whom the fan was going to have the lunch with, Yoongi started to think that maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
He was in the van with his members when he received a text from you, you wanted to meet him at the dorm later.

I’ll be waiting for you babe

Yoongi tried not to smile to himself and give away that he was talking to you, but that was too late, Taehyung was leaning on his shoulder reading the text and of course reading it out loud. –Hyung has a date with his girlfriend! -

The car erupted in catcalls and laughter, Yoongi slapped Taehyung on the forehead. –Yah, What have I told you about this? -

-I’m sorry hyung, I’m sorry- Taehyung rapidly apologized. Jimin and Hoseok laughed at his friend being scolded.  

-Yoongi, is Y/N really going? Should I make dinner for one more? -

He nodded at Jin, who apparently was the only sane person besides of him in this group, some people counted Namjoon in that too but Yoongi knew better.

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anonymous asked:

how could ryuji be the best if hes constantly making lewd comments about women

*cracks knuckles* WE GON’ LEARN TODAY SON

To begin, I think there’s inherently a weird flaw in Ryuji’s writing (or perhaps a localization/translation issue) in that the very thing you mention doesn’t make sense for his personality. I’ll admit I love that boy more than anything so I’m a bit quick to defend him, but also if I take myself outside of that for a sec, it genuinely doesn’t line up. I don’t know if Ryuji started out as like, Pervy Bro and they were like “oh we can’t make him a straight up dick” or if he started off an empathetic, loyal character and they were like “oh but we need someone to be the horny teenage boy” (I’m inclined to think the latter). Either way, Ryuji is very protective and responsive to the girls on the team. Let’s take a look at what I think of as True Ryuji (tru-uji if you will hahahaha i hate myself too it’s ok), and just fyi SPOILERS. I haven’t finished the game yet so not full game spoilers but just-before-5th-palace-spoilers.

When Ann walks into the metaverse, his priority is her safety, not some dumb “oh this GIRL is gonna SLOW US DOWN” shit–which, if Ryuji is Typical Bro, would’ve been his reaction. He’s also extremely motivated by the mistreatment of girls, especially Ann, by Kamoshida. Also the physical abuse, of course, but his first insult tends to be calling Kamoshida a pervert and gross and whatnot which leads me to think he has a bigger problem with Kamoshida’s sexual abuse than his physical (WHICH IS SAYING SOMETHING seeing as how Ryuji was a victim of the physical abuse). Ryuji is beyond impressed with Makoto and her persona’s awakening, arguably the most out of the entire team, and in full, active, vocal support of it–not to mention he literally jumps into traffic to stop a car so we can hurry and save Makoto. He is the first to run to Futaba when she falls down AND when Ann is pushing Futaba’s boundaries during the closet scene, Ryuji is very insistent that Ann should not continue. In the end we get the info we’re looking for and Futaba comes out applause all around good job Ann etc etc etc but Ryuji’s sensitivity to Futaba and her feelings was like….so refreshing to me?? Esp as someone with anxiety?? That was so touching idc if i sound like a cheeseball I KNOW IT’S A VIDEO GAME but my boy was so pure. THENNN when Haru is getting harassed, Ryuji is first to arrive (shoutout to track team and long legs) and immediately takes up a defensive position. He demands that her fiance leave her alone because she’s our friend–which, at this point in time, is basically a lie. He also is first to run to her when she falls and immediately agrees to having her rest, offering our attic as the resting place without asking (knowing there’s no problem with it) and even tho he’s been beefin’ with Morgana he puts Haru before that and works with Morgana to get Haru to safety.

And that’s just the phantom thieves girls!!! There’s so many other instances where he’s A GOOD BOY (the old lady at the station *tear*, willingly provoking the Shadows so we can escape even tho it means certain death, unashamed to share vulnerable or traditionally-considered-”weak” emotions) that I could literally go on forever. 

His obsession with girls and making comments about their bodies is like, def not ok, but in The Real World my guess is that it’s because the writers had trouble deciding what kind of person he was gonna be and tried to fit both in and tbh for me I just can’t buy it. I could buy some of it, like checking out Ann or something, but then in Hawaii when he’s talking about how the girls there are “massive” I was like ????? Ryuji would never go THAT far. In a headcanon-y space, I would say that Ryuji’s dad is obviously The Ultimate Piece of Shit and 1) didn’t give Ryuji a good idea of what a man is so 2) Ryuji no longer has a male presence in his life and thus nothing else to go off of, which means 3) in an effort to be Masculine and Become a Man during his coming-of-age age (lol), he’s just copying what he thinks is how he’s supposed to act. I also think that Ryuji’s mom is a sweet, kind lady who wouldn’t hesitate to bitch slap her son if she heard him talk about girls that way and she’s raised him to be respectful so that also contradicts his behavior. It’s not genuinely who he is–he’s so quick to tell guys to back off the girls at the beach even tho he literally just went to do the same thing–it’s just who he thinks he’s supposed to be. And we all know Ryuji struggles with self-esteem and not putting himself down, so like, he doesn’t have the ability to outright reject that notion (yet). He so often wants to be someone other than himself that he adopts this persona (haha didn’t mean to do that) thinking it’s just the way of the world. 

None of the above makes his behavior excusable AT ALL, like more than once I literally said “dude chill out” to my screen ok, but I think in game-verse it can be explained and outside of the game it can also be explained. I contend that he is still pure and good and right and the goddamn sunshine incarnate, but dude’s got flaws and some things he has to work out (and I fully believe Ann threatens and then casually DOES call his mom to tell on him one day [much to his protests and FOR REALs and ARE YOU KIDDING MEs and ANN I’M SO SORRY I PROMISE I WON’T SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT AGAIN JUST DON’T TELL MY MOM] and Ryuji gets a Second Awakening when he gets home that night and never makes a lewd comment again)

((also he’s probably bi and doesn’t know how to face that yet so he’s overcompensating FIGHT ME ON THIS))

*EDIT* @defciggy pointed out the duality doesn’t have to be mutually exclusive which is something I normally try to be cognizant of bc ppl are gray areas but I got a lil carried away lol so I just want to retract a little bit and say the writing isn’t necessarily flawed/mistaken/poor but that the good in him is bigger than the bad
ice-cream ♡ grayson

requested: yes

anon: helloo do an imagine where the girl is a famous ytber as well and goes on an ice cream date with grayson and some fans spot them and it’s a mess, like this request lol

anon: can you do an imagine where its an icecream date with grayson or something cute like that it doesn’t matter just something cute pls thank you

(a/n – okay so i didn’t really know how to incorporate y/n being a famous youtuber so I just did the request minus that part. i hope that’s okay!) 


“Are you sure about this, gray?” You ask your boyfriend, a little bit nervous and feeling unsure about his spontaneous idea.

“Y/N, it’s just ice cream. Nothing major.” He tries to convince you but by the look on your face he knew it wasn’t working.

“Look, baby,” He uses one of your favorite nicknames, “I want to go out and get ice cream with my girl, is that seriously such a bad thing to ask for? Just one date. One date with you on this super hot day.” He sighs and you give into his sweet words.

“One date.” You wink and laugh jokingly, knowing that you had gone on plenty dates with Grayson before. But that didn’t really stop you from thinking about what could go wrong.

You and Gray used to go on lot’s of dates, but everything just sort of turned sideways when the fans found out you weren’t just Grayson’s friend.

Some fans were very supportive of your relationship, which made you very happy. But others, didn’t like it at all. In fact, they harassed you pretty bad on social media and whenever you and Grayson went out together, they would yell mean things which would draw attention, and that would create more fans that want to take pictures or talk to Gray and it all turned into a big mess.

You didn’t hate the fans for that, of course, but sometimes it did annoy you that they had to interrupt the scarce time you would spend with him. You couldn’t go out very often, not because of paparazzi but because Grayson was a busy boy, and had lots of things to do.

You loved going out with Grayson. More than a lot of other things, but you weren’t sure if you could handle anymore mean words today. It was just, one of those days where you were feeling sensitive.

“Ready to go?” Grayson asks with a grin on his face, happy you agreed to go with him after an hour of convincing .

“Yeah! Let’s go.” You attempt to say enthusiastically, but Grayson knew you all to well.

“Hey,” He coos, “You don’t need to worry. It’s all good. Everything’s going to be awesome. I mean, we’re going for ice cream. What could be better?” He asks with a smile which automatically makes you smile back.

“I know.” You reply and get in the car without hesitation. You decided that you wouldn’t worry anymore, and that you were just overthinking things. You were with Grayson, and as long as you’re with him it’s all okay. His smile was all you needed to get through anything.

As Grayson drove toward the ice cream place, you notice his hand resting on his lap. You smile to yourself and take his hand in yours confidently, looking up at him to see his reaction.

He glances towards you for a moment, the same sweet smile on his face. He raises your hand up to his lips and places a light kiss on the back of your hand, his eyes still trained on the road.

When you got to the ice cream place he looks at you with an encouraging smile, “Do you know what flavor you want?” He asks to ease your nerves and you think for a moment.

“I think i’m going to go with cookie dough this time.” You tell him and he grins,

“With sprinkles?” He asks,

“And whip cream.” You finish with a giggle and he looks at you admiringly.

“Then let’s go get your cookie dough ice cream with sprinkles and whip cream, shall we?” He says all in one breath, making you laugh.

You didn’t realize it at the time, but you had already felt more relaxed than before, and you really couldn’t wait to eat some cold, tasty cookie dough ice cream.

You get out of the car and catch up to Grayson, taking his large hand in yours and leaning against him slightly.

As soon as you reached the counter Grayson ordered your ice cream, the old man behind the counter flashed a genuine smile at him, fixing his bright red bowtie as he begins to scoop up your ice cream. When he comes back with your cookie dough ice cream with sprinkles and wipe cream, your face noticeably brightening at the sight of it.

The old man laughs, “Enjoy.”

“Thank you!” You say happily and take your ice cream, making a look of success appear on Grayson’s face but slowly turn into one of confusion when t was his turn to order.

You watched him as he thought, thinking he looked unbelievably handsome at that very moment until a group of loud whispers erupted from behind you.

You could hear Grayson ordering but you weren’t paying attention as you were staring at the group of girls behind you who were staring at you enviously. You decided to completely ignore them so you could enjoy this ice cream date with your boyfriend, so you tune back into his conversation instead of theirs.

You took a bite of your ice cream and couldn’t help but moan in delight, making Grayson and the old man laugh lightly.

“What?” You say with a mouthful of ice cream, making Grayson roll his eyes at you playfully.

“Nothing, my love.” He says sarcastically, the old man handing him his ice cream with a big grin on his face, “Thank you.” He tells the old man politely and the old man’s grin doesn’t disappear, instead it grows wider.

“You two enjoy.” He says happily and we smile at him.

“I love old people,” You whisper in Grayson’s ear making him chuckle and pulls you in for a quick peck on the lips. You smile into the tiny kiss, loving the small gesture.

“How’s your ice cream?” He says with his eyes still closed savoring the kiss, his face inches away from yours.

“Great,” You say honestly and take another big bite, “Brain freeze!” You wince in pain and Grayson opens his eyes, laughing at your pain.

“Gray!” You giggle and push him playfully, making him laugh even harder.

The moment was soon ruined by a young girl tapping Grayson on the shoulder, interrupting his laughter.

“Can I get a picture?” She asks excitedly and Grayson hesitates for a moment, glancing at you.

You felt very pressured in this situation as both Grayson and the girl waited for you to speak, “Go ahead. I’ll be here.” You encourage Grayson to go take pictures.

You sat at the stone table eating your ice cream, waiting for Grayson to come back when all of the sudden you look up and the table is occupied by 4 other girls.

“Oh, hello…” You say, startled.

“Hi,” One of them spats,

“We’re going to make this quick.” The other one explains to you with a rude attitude, “We heard the rumors that you’ve been sneaking around with Ethan going around on twitter, so you can give up the sweet loyal girlfriend act.” She hisses and you gasp,

“I would never do th-” You try to defend yourself but one of them stops you.

“Yeah. We’ve heard that before. You better leave our twins alone and save yourself the trouble because we can make your life a living hell!” She yells.

“You don’t deserve Grayson, a slut like you.” Another one mutters and your eyes begin to water.

“Take our advice, Y/N.” The one who started advises, and all four of them leave the table quickly, leaving you by yourself to gather your thoughts.

You could feel a tear streaming down your face as you thought. Cheat on Grayson with Ethan? who would even make up a rumor so cruel and ugly?

“Y/N!” Grayson walks over to you smiling but his smile quickly disappears and a look of worry replaces it.

“What happened?” He asks, “Was it because left you? I’m so sorry…I shouldn’t have left that was so stupid…” He starts to blame yourself but you shake your head vigorously, taking a deep breath, “Then what happened?” He asks you again, his eyebrows scrunching together creating wrinkles on his forehead.

You reach out and brush your fingers across them in attempt to smooth them out. You take another deep breath and look him in the eyes,

“When you left,” You start, your voice shaky and unsteady from crying, “There were four girls and they accused me of this terrible thing.” You whisper as if it was a secret, “And they want me to stay away from you.” You finish and wait for his reaction.

He sighs and runs a hand through his fluffy hair stressfully.

“C'mon.” He says and takes your arm gently, sliding his hand down to yours to lead you to the car. You could hear him mumble something frustratedly, it sounded like, “I can’t believe this.”

When you reached the car he turns toward you so that your back was against the car and he was holding both your hands, “What did they accuse you of?” He asks.

“Cheating on you,” You tell him and you see anger bubbling in his eyes, “with Ethan.” You finish and he lets go of your hands, walking away slightly with his head in his hands.

“Why would they even- that’s my twin brother….you would never do that,” He almost yells and you place your hand on his shoulder hesitantly.

“Are you okay?” You ask him and he just stares into your eyes for a moment.

“Are you?” He asks and you shrug,

“I am if you are.” You give him a small smile and he smiles back, wrapping his strong arms around you.

“I love you,” He says, kissing the top of your head and pulling away slightly.

“I love you too.” You reply with a sigh, wrapped up in Grayson’s arms feeling extremely content.

a/n – shittay ending lol… i guess this was ok. i hope you guys like it (: i spent like 2 hours writing this lmao I literally edited this so much and i guess this is sort of better so YEAH I HOPE THIS WAS CUTE AND WOO

Sad/Bittersweet septiplier au

THERE’S AN EDIT TO THIS!! ~~~~~

so get this. I had this horribly cute but depressing septiplier AU idea floating around inside my head.

check it out. try not to cry.

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Mark and Jack have been dating for two full years, and are (of course) super happy together. They make videos with each other, post cute selfies on instagram, and even live together. They didn’t tell their fans about their relationship until a full year had passed. When they did, the large majority of people were very happy for them, especially their friends and family.

One day though, something absolutely awful happens. Jack is struck with a sudden heart disease, and is in desperate need of a heart transplant. For a full week, the Irishman stays in the hospital on life supprt, waiting for his new heart.

His parents’ hearts are a little too old, and his siblings were all parents with young children. It seemed like there was no chance of Jack surviving.

But during that week, Mark stays in the hospital with Jack, telling him that everything is going to be okay, and giving him sweet and gentle kisses and hugs. They watch Youtube and movies together, read comments/tweets, and simply hang out as much as possible.

Meanwhile, Mark secretly debates on something.

At the end of the week, Mark finally makes his decision, and offers his heart to Jack. Of course, Jack immediately declines, bursting into tears and goes into fits of saying “No no”, “Mark please”, “I need you”.

In the end, Mark finally convinces Jack, and after Mark spends three days with his family and friends for one last time, the two lovers say goodbye, and the doctors preform the heart transplant.

After Jack wakes up, he is struck with an awful dread, and falls under a deep depression.

Beside his bed, he sees some gifts that Mark had left him: a picture of them together, a heart locket, a written letter, and a recorder that has a recording of Mark’s voice, and a recording of Mark singing a song with his guitar. Jack instantly becomes obsessed with these items.

He frames the letter and picture, constantly wears the heart locket, and listens to the recording whenever he’s feeling especially down. He’s even memorized it word by word.

Over time, Jack talks to himself, as if he was speaking with Mark. When he does this, he always holds his locket close to his chest (Where Mark’s heart is) and just talks, even getting into full conversations with his imaginary boyfriend. As Jack does this more and more, it starts to kinda feel like Mark is there again, as if his spirit or ghost is with him.

After the first few months of nightmares, Jack starts having super realistic dreams that just include him spending time with Mark. In his dreams, he’s sometimes even able to feel Mark as they hug, kiss, and lovingly hold each other.

Eventually, Jack is able to make videos again, meet fans, and even watch Mark’s old videos.

in the end, Jack feels like Mark is still with him. Technically, that’s literally true, since Jack is living with Mark’s heart; a defining piece of him.

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Haha bringing this back, that’s right. Cry.

Ok no I’m sorry I love you all. I'mWatchingTooMuchRickAndMorty.

ANYWAYS, I wanted to change this a tiny bit, to make it more happy! So please, hear me out:

After losing Mark, Jack stays with his ex girlfriend Signe for a while, since he’s way too unstable to live on his own. She comforts him everyday, and simply spends time with him, trying her hardest to make Jack happy again.

One day, specifically 3 days after Mark’s death, Jack is sitting on his bed and alone in his room, all while silently crying as he stressfully listens to Mark’s recording of him gently singing.

Once the song’s over, Jack gets up and looks in the mirror, seeing that his face was covered in tears. More tears fell as he started to get suicidal thoughts, but he repeatedly told himself “no, Seán. Your fans need you. Mark wouldn’t want you to do that”.

Suddenly, when he looks back at his reflection, he sees Mark. Freaking out, he backs away, thinking he’s gone insane.

He watches in shock as the apirition of his dead boyfriend phases through the mirror and floats in front of him, while saying: “S-Seán, it’s okay, d-don’t freak out. It’s just me”.

“W-Wha, b-but…y-you’re dead!” Jack chokes out in a stutter through tears “holy shit, a-are you like a…g-ghost or something?”. He rubs his head “F-Fuck, I-I’ve just gone crazy…”.

“N-No no, Seán. You’re not crazy, it really is me! I guess I…sorta am like a ghost…” he looks at Jack with soft eyes “I…needed to see you again. I’ve missed you so much”.

Sniffling softly, Jack gets up “M-Mark…I-Ive missed you too!” he cries as he runs up to the spirit, wanting to hug him, but sadly passes through him. Mark turns around, still hovering above the ground “I-I…c-can’t touch you…” Jack mutters quietly as more tears start to form.

“O-Oh, d-don’t cry. Hold on” Mark said quickly as he rummaged through Seán’s drawers and closet, finding a glove and putting it on “I can’t touch you, but I can touch inanimate objects”. Jack’s eyes widened in realization as Mark held his gloved hand out. The Irishman slowly reached his hand toward his lover’s, gently intertwining their fingers. After a long time, Jack smiles widely. He quickly grabs a blanket and throws it over Mark’s shoulders, finally being able to hug him.

Mark smiles and returns the loving hug, tears welling up in his own eyes. “S-So can you stay with me?” Jack whispered softly.

Mark sighed quietly “O-Of course I can, that’s why I’m here” he said softly. “Can other people see you?”. In response, Mark lightly shook his head “Nope. Only you can”.

With that, Jack and the ghost of Mark lived together in Signe’s house for a while. They weren’t able to kiss or do too much of touching, but neither of them cared. They could talk, watch videos, and play games with each other.

One day, Mark finally decides that he needs to tell Jack the truth.

“I can’t stay with you forever. I’m dead, I need to…y'know, …be….put to rest. But, I can’t do that until I take care of some unfinished business” Mark explains softly as they laid together on Jack’s bed.

Jack sadly nodded in understanding “What…business?”.

“You, Seán. I can’t rest easy knowing that you’re depressed. I know that you were debating on suicide. I…want you to be happy again”.

Once again, tears started to form in Jack’s eyes “H-How am I supposed to be happy without you?”.

Mark smiled gently “What about Signe? She really cares about you, Seán, and I know you like her”.

Jack blushed “N-Not as much as you…” he mutters stubbornly.

“That’s not true, and you know it. I want you to spend more time with Signe. Once you’re happy again, I can finally be put to rest”.

Jack reluctantly nodded. He didn’t want Mark to leave, but…he knew that Mark had to pass on at some point.

From then on, Mark continued to spend time with Jack, but he also helped him to reconnect with Signe.

Throughout the months, Jack slowly falls in love with Signe all over again, remembering why they once dated.

When Jack and Signe finally got together again, Mark gave one last, heartfelt goodbye to Jack.

“I’ll never forget you” Jack mumbled as he hugged Mark, the spirit wearing a jacket and gloves so they could do so.

“Don’t worry, Seán. We’ll see each other again one day, I promise. I love you, please take care of yourself”.

Jack smiled sadly “I love you too, Mark. And I promise I will”.

After saying goodbye and after Mark “passed on”, Jack continued to date Signe, until one day, they eventually got married. Jack still wore the heart locket every day, but he kept his main priority on Signe. His main priority only slightly changed when they one day…

had kids together

;)

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Do you guys still hate me for making this au? Yeah, probably. Well don’t worry! I think it ended on a really sweet note :)

I may make some art for this, I dunno.

Also head canon for this au: Jack and Signe have a son and they name him Mark.

mwahaha.