i swear one day i will see him perform live and it will be magical

All Too Well (M) | Pt. 1

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue

Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 6,061
Author’s Note: I always wanted to try my hand on a Yoongi chapter story, and then I saw this prompt on tumblr and decided to go with it. I also want to note up ahead that I’m not super familiar with how the recruiting process for Kpop groups go and my knowledge only extends to really quick skims of articles just to get the basis. Regardless, I hope I can get to more parts, so let me know what you think.

also idk if this should be considered a prologue or a part 1 but oh well im just leaving it as part 1


You suppose that it all starts and ends with a letter.

Dear Mr. Min Yoongi,” Your boyfriend reads across the kitchen counter, fingers curling tightly around the paper in his hands, eyes blown wide with a gaze depicting such rare intensity that you’ve actually stopped fixing your morning coffee just to catch a sight of his expression. You can’t entirely place the feeling weighing itself into your stomach, so you settle with staring at him and trying to keep your own facial features as neutral as possible. “We are pleased to inform you that you have passed the final audition at our label and therefore are officially recruited into our newest group Bangtan Boys. You are going to be one of seven other boys joining our label as trainees and we are excited to finally bring everyone together to prepare for debut. Although training won’t officially start until next week, we ask that you come to the studio tomorrow morning to meet the other members as well as be prepped on our expectations and scheduling. We wish to congratulate you on your hard work and look forward to getting to know you more in the coming years. Sincerely, Big Hit Studios.”

When Yoongi doesn’t react immediately to the positive news, you flicker your gaze up to study him. His eyes, once again, are scanning the paper, quicker and quicker with each line as if he didn’t read it or hear it correctly the first time around. His eyes have grown to the size of saucers at this point, and you would have thought him to be a statue had it not been for the rather loud inhales and exhales coming from the boy. The sight itself would have been rather comical had it not been for the context behind the stare.

So you try for a gentle smile, leaning a little on the counter to try and further gauge his expression. “Yoongi?” You inquire softly, reaching a hand across the space to run your hand along his shoulder blade. “Baby, are you alright?”

Yoongi blinks, snapping himself out of his trance as he shifts his gaze from the letter to you, back to the letter, and back to you. “I did it?” He whispers, the statement sounding more like a question above anything else and you find your lips curling up into a fond smile in light of Yoongi’s confusion—even though he was the one to read the letter multiple times, running over the words in his own mind repeatedly.

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YOI Fan Rec Friday


Thank you for all the great recommendations this week!

Rec’d by anonymous:
rouge line by oeuvre, Teen, 7.4k
If there was one person Yuuri didn’t want to work with on a job, it was definitely the close friend he’d accidentally slept with.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Haute by Watermelonsmellinfellon, Mature, 9.4k (WIP)
Yuuri is a hot dancer and a dedicated fasionista. He doesn’t care what the haters have to say on the matter, he knows it and his subscribers know it. Shockingly, Victor Nikiforov seems to think so as well. And when Victor’s attention is focused on Yuuri, life begins to take an interesting twist.Has Victor always been so extra?

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Omni-Phichit by NonDairyRay, shamarmon, Explicit, 11k (WIP)
Phichit wakes up one morning to find he has attained full sentience. He is then forced through his own personal hell of living through different genres of fanfiction, and the only way to move on is to get Yuuri and Victor together. Luckily, he is the (multi) universe’s greatest wingman!

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Closing Shift by yaboykatsudon, Teen, 6.5k (WIP)
Bag-N-Save’s cashier extraordinaire Victor Nikiforov entered his second summer working his part time job. It wasn’t the most glamorous job out there, but it helped keep the lights on and pay for college. Being in a service job trained Victor to be ready for anything that was thrown at him, except for the cute, brown-eyed guy asking where the new trainee meeting was at.

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Rec’d by @kyrie101 and anonymous:
a silver splendour, a flame by thehandsingsweapon, Not Rated, 86k (WIP) **Major character death
When a magic user’s craft fully matures it manifests in the form of a spirit guardian. Mages and elves bearing these familiars spend a year presenting them to each of the high courts throughout the year’s festivals. Both Viktor and Yuuri have their reasons for hiding the full extent of their gifts – Viktor’s been hurt before, when his own powers were used against him; Yuuri’s been warned that everyone will want his; what will happen when Yuri comes of age, and in doing so, makes two very bright stars finally cross?

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Rec’d by anonymous:
More Than Okay by LoneWolf_With_Internet, 6.4k
While on tour, the last thing Viktor would have expected during his stop in Japan would be to give a free performance to his fans at a karaoke bar, but what surprised him even more was the cute Japanese skater – that Viktor swears he’s seen before –the crowd pressured into joining him on stage for a duet. Needless to say, Victor had more fun than he originally anticipated.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Language Barriers by Galloping_Monroe, Teen, 108k (WIP)
Victor Nikiforov had always wanted to travel the world. When an opportunity arises to spend his final year of university study abroad, he is quick to leap at the chance. Twelve months spent in twelve different countries, he can’t wait to see new places, meet new friends, and finish out his degree with a bang. He just didn’t expect to fall in love along the way.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
A study on awards, nail polish and tears by Singittome, Teen, 1.3k
Viktor Nikiforov has won everything there is to win! Except everything meant nothing when I had nothing. That was a lesson I had to learn the hard way, before you came to untangle the noose around my neck.

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Rec’d by @iretae :
Sorry i stole your hat, i needed to hide the flowers you grew in my mind by badtimesforall, Mature, 3.7k (WIP) **Graphic depictions of violence 
“Hey,” Yuuri mumbled weakly, pointing to Victor’s head. “Isn’t that my hat? I’ve been looking for it."Victor stared at him incredulously. Yuuri offered him a faint smile, and then promptly keeled over.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Soon We’ll Be Found by lilithsins, Mature, 61k (WIP)
When Yuuri’s life is unintentionally turned upside down, he and Viktor are thrown onto a path in their relationship that neither of them could have foreseen. The future is a vast, uncertain cavern before them, and if they’re going to get through it, they’re going to have to lean on each other, to trust each other more than they ever have before… and it isn’t always going to be easy.

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Rec’d by @poppysicle :
The Cure for Loneliness by poppysicle, Gen, 6k (WIP)
There are some unforgettable moments in life that Yuuri wishes to collect through his photos. His mother’s birthday. The first time he got a poodle. Skating at a large competition. The birth of Yuuko’s triplets. The family’s vacation to America. Last day of college. All the ones that mean the most to him. The only time he wasn’t able to snap a picture for the first time, was meeting him.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
even Time by DiAnna44, Mature, 18k
"After minutes, hours, days, weeks, Victor finally pulls back, but that passion, that fire, that love that usually exists within his eyes are filled with disgust, with sadness, with horror, and if Yuuri was anybody else, he might have mistaken those feelings to be aimed at him, but Yuuri isn’t anybody else, and has been with Victor for months now, almost a year, knows him almost as well as he knows himself, and Yuuri can see that Victor is disgusted with himself.”

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Rec’d by @omgkatsudonplease :
Meet Me by the River by c0rnfl0wer, Explicit, 11k
Every Kupala Night has come and gone without his attending, but now that Viktor Nikiforov is getting older and taking over the position as leader of his village, he has to start taking his life in a different direction. He wasn’t sure whether he expected anything at all in this way. But when Yuuri catches his wreath, he finds the path he had always longed for.

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Rec’d by @onceandalwaysenglishmajor :
Of Fics and Fantasies by OnceAndAlwaysEnglishMajor, Teen, 5k (WIP)
Victor is a big shot published author who has lost his motivation. Yuuri is an English teacher who writes fan fictions and has aspirations of being a published author one day. Chris introduces Victor to fan fiction to hopefully get his motivation to write back. Things get interesting when Victor discovers Yuuri’s fan fiction of his work…

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Devil’s Backbone by Eznorb, Not Rated, 14k (WIP) **Please read the tags before reading!
Yuuri Katsuki, an angel that has been residing on Earth for ten years, is currently hiding from his own kind and from demons. All is going well until a demon stumbles across his home and decides to overstay his visit. Now Yuuri must deal with his gnawing anxiety and unwelcomed -though quite attractive- visitor. Though even with his not so fond past experiences with demons, Yuuri gradually comes to realize that not all of them are what his mind subconsciously crafts them to be.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Gray by fluffyloser, Mature, 13k **TW Eating disorders
The four times Viktor stopped eating and the one time he didn’t.

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Rec’d by @ponyons :
lucky stars by telespecteur, Mature, 1.4k
viktor and yuuri katsuki-nikiforov have a meaningful conversation, from the wall to the bed.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Direct Order by Nemamka, Explicit, 2.9k
“Where is he?! Where’s Private Katsuki?!”
His men never saw the Captain so full of anger. There was murmur. They looked around, searching. Then nobody moved. The silence grew on the battlefield.
Turned Wingman by Nemamka, Gen, 3.1k
Christophe wants to see Viktor happy. Good thing there’s a random pole at formal banquets like this, right? This is his point of view about that night, with a little bit of one-sided Vicris feels.

Thank you for all your recs! ₍₍ (̨̡ ‾᷄♡‾᷅ )̧̢ ₎₎

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GOT7 As Roommates

So I was reminded of the one I did for BTS (which you could find here) and I thought this would be a cute thing to do <3

(gif credits to the original owners)


Originally posted by magiccastles

(hot ass)

  • he strikes me as a dad type
  • like he’ll be kinda protective of you, making sure you don’t stay out too late and come home at the right time.
  • he’ll say that it’s to keep a watch on you but he lowkey misses you.
  • typical dad always ends up falling asleep on the sofa.
  • so you always have to shake him to get him to actually go to bed.
  • you’ll feel really awkward when you accidentally call him dad bc he basically is
  • “is this a new fetish or something?”
    “shut up im jaebum”
  • also just another gross male that you have to deal with.
  • “leader of got7 or president of the US i don’t care, just wash the dishes”
  • people often mistake him for your boyfriend bc you guys are weirdly comfortable around him.
  • he’ll probably just walk around half naked with no shame
  • you’ll just throw his dirty laundry to get him to put clothes on.
  • does get a lil’ awkward if you’re ever upset.
  • will shyly admit he ordered take out to cheer you up and you chill for the rest of the evening.
  • he’ll get quite angry if someone has upset you or work is giving you a hard time but won’t show it.
  • since he’s a dad for thot7 as well, just expect the guys to often be over.
  • reliable dad friend roommate beom ™
  • you always make him cringe or make fun (in a friendly way okay)
  • you’ll be over sitting in a weird position on the sofa you’ll just be like “the a teaser, amirite” and poor boy would die of cringe.
  • with that weird dinosaur laugh he has

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anonymous asked:

What's the lettuce thing about?

Alright, so. Get ready for weirdness, because Egyptian mythology has a lot of that.

One of the most prominent and foundational myths of ancient Egypt is how the god Osiris was killed and dismembered by his brother Set (in some accounts, after an affair with Set’s sister-wife, Nepthys, who then gave birth to Anubis), put back together by his sister-wife Isis, then made the god of the afterlife. When she was piecing her husband back together, she found all but one of the fourteen chunks of him that had been scattered across Egypt by an enraged Set. That chunk would be his penis. But never fear, for Isis is the goddess of fertility, so she made her husband a new one out of wood (thus explaining why embalmers would make false ones for the actual dead). So completed, she rode him and became impregnated with a son, Horus (the Falcon, not to be confused with Horus the Elder, the Hawk, who was these four’s presumably-long-suffering brother). Osiris then went off to be ruler of the dead somewhere in the vicinity of the stars we call Orion, leaving the question of who was to rule the land of the living - his elder brother and semi-justified murderer Set, or his legitimate yet posthumous  son Horus?

This brings us to The Contendings of Horus and Set, which is ostensibly an epic battle of order vs chaos, but mostly involves a lot of letter-writing and whinging back and forth between the gods because some liked Horus (who was the last king’s son and generally a guy who liked order and not usually killer [except that one time when Isis got too involved and actually wounded Set herself which Horus was not about for some reason and so decapitated her] ) and some liked Set (who was powerful and experienced and had good relations with foreign powers [being that he was the god in charge of them] and had proven himself to be a great protector to Ra against Actual Evil God Apophis and his night demons and whatnot). There were a lot of pointless squabbles between the two involving weird god things like who could hippopotamus better or build ships out of stone (spoiler alert: Set actually built his ship from the top of a goddamn mountain and managed to make it float long enough to get halfway down the river, Horus just made his from pine when no one was looking and just plastered the thing to look like stone. Who was the better dude in that one? You decide.). One time Horus got his eye ripped out and Set lost his testicles - an incident which involved what is probably the oldest recorded pick-up line in history: “How lovely your backside is. How broad your thighs.“ Smooth, uncle Set. Smooth.

Anyway, after eighty years of this the supreme god version of Ra got tired of their shenanigans and told them to lay off for at least one night, for all of their sakes. Set looks at Horus and goes, “Yeah let’s do this thing. Party, my house, tonight.” Horus looks at Set and thinks, “Seems legit.”

So they go party at Set’s house. Just them and the servants and lots of honey and beer and the single bed made up all nice just for them. Halfway through the night, Set rolls over and puts his dick between Horus’ thighs. (Er, depending on the time period you’re reading the myth from, this act is either consensual or not. It mostly depends on how vilified Set is by whichever cult’s in power at the time. In any case, Horus is awake and unrestrained for this.) Horus catches the semen in his hands, and when he gets home in the morning shows his mother. Who promptly freaks out, cuts his hands off to toss into the Nile, fashions him new hands of clay, and then jacks her son off into a pot.

I could not make this up.

This is where The Lettuce Thing comes in. The lettuce species that the ancient Egyptians had was a long, hard stalk that secreted a white, milky substance when cracked and squeezed. So you can see where they would get the idea that it was a phallic aphrodisiac. Well, it so happens that when Isis went to Set’s house, she found out from his gardener that Set loved eating lettuce every day. You know where this is going. Now, I’d like to point out that she didn’t just randomly overhear this and got a wicked idea. No. No, she went and asked outright what Set’s favourite food was, because she was gonna give Set a taste of his own (or well, her son’s) medicine no matter what.

Fast forward to the next court session, and Set - being the asshole that we know and love - decides to announce to the room at large that he should get the throne, because he totally tops. Well, being that ancient Egypt was a highly patriarchal society it - like most ancient cultures - looked down on the receivers in male-male relationships. But while everyone’s boo-hissing at Horus, he just calmly requests a Magical Pregnancy Test for both his and Set’s semen. They do it, and Set’s shows up somewhere in the river (wherever Horus’ old hands are), which perplexes Set and somehow doesn’t phase anyone else. Then they test Set, and lo and behold Horus’ seed reacts from within him!

In very old versions of the myth, this is where the god Thoth is born from Set’s forehead. In others, it’s Thoth performing the test and so the semen emerges in the form of golden disc, which Thoth promptly takes and puts on his own head as a crown. *shrug* Egyptian mythology is a weird case where a jillion different cults formed, then came together, then fought/reformed/vilified/reconciled/destroyed/assimilated one another over millennia, so the origins and motives are a bit wonky. Thoth is one of those deities that had been worshiped before writing was even a thing [although writing became his Thing], and so has many conflicting origin stories - mostly he just seems to appear at some point due to the power of his own voice. I like to think that, since he is also a master of Time, that Thoth may have actually created Himself in that instance, but his presence got spread out through time - back far enough into the beginning that he could trick the moon into giving up five extra non-month days each year, so that Nut could birth his parent-grandparents without repercussion.

But I’m getting ahead (behind?) myself. The point is, now all the gods think their Powerful Guy Set is a big fat bottom, which ~a king shouldn’t be~ and Set is all butthurt about his trick backfiring on him. He sulks off to the river, where he issues the stone boat challenge mentioned earlier but then his boat sinks and he rips up part of Horus’ and realizes that it’s just disguised wood, and it looks like the shenanigans will continue until someone gets the bright idea to just fucking write to the dead king about what his wishes were (apparently it’s Thoth who suggests this, which is why I buy the myth that this is when he was born, since why did no one else - even Isis who resurrected the guy - think of that? Finally, a god of Sense!). Osiris sends them a letter back to the effect of “What the fuck do you think my wishes are. If my son isn’t instated, my next gift basket will be an army of zombies, I swear to myself.”

The council is convinced.

Set’s put in chains and brought before them by a gloating Isis, but he cedes with as much grace as he has left. In most versions of the myth, he’s set free and reinstated as Ra’s bodyguard to thunder away happily in the desert, and in a few later ones (basically after Lower Egypt takes over Upper Egypt) he’s punished somehow, like being taken to the north and bound there by his other wife (in something rather similar to Loki’s fate with Sigyn). In some, he and Horus reconcile and even bless pharaohs together, tying their lotus and reed together around the living king as a symbol of unity and strength between Upper and Lower Egypt.

And that, dear Anon-chan, is The Ancient Egyptian Lettuce Thing.

trick of night

Day Fifteen of @snowbaz-feda! Word count: 1100

Sharing a bed AU, takes place in Year 2. Inspired by some nutty 12 year olds I spent time with earlier.

DAY 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 10 | 14 | 15

I’m sharing a sleeping bag with Snow right now, so I should be happy. This was my dream, right? But Snow never thinks about anything, or notices anything, or cares about anything, and… he’s dumb. I’ve had a crush on him for two years now, and I should give up on it already. It’s been so long—for two whole years I’ve been in love with stupid Simon Snow.

Today started out easily enough. Every boy in Year Two hiked deep into the forest for a school sponsored camping trip (to learn about how Normals live). By the time we arrived, Snow discovered that his sleeping bag was missing (I set it on fire). I pointed out that the path back to school was ominously trailed with blood (a trick performed me, the vampire). I was waiting for someone to point out the obvious (that Simon should share a sleeping bag with me, his roommate of two years), but Snow started furnishing a bed from fallen leaves, refusing any magical help from Ebb, our chaperon.

The leaf pile was almost as long as Simon’s body when I walked over to torment him.

“Sleeping on the ground tonight, Snow? Just like you do in your foster homes?” His fist balled up, predictably, but I was surprised to see a glimmer of hurt in his expression.

“Why is there blood along the trail, Baz? I know that was you that did that; you’re a vampire. Are you leaving a path for yourself? Scared you wont find your way home?”

“Watford isn’t home, Snow. You’d know that if you actually had one.” I didn’t received the expected punch, instead what I got was more like an attack from an animal. Snow jumped at me with the full force of his body, his hands landing around my throat and tackling me to the ground.

Simon was on top of me, touching me, and, sure, trying to kill me, but I did have his full attention.  His blue eyes were vibrant against the splotchy red on his cheeks, and when a bead of sweat dripped from his forehead to mine, I smiled. His hands continued to squeeze my neck. I don’t know if its possible kill a vampire like this, but I was feeling patient enough to find out.

I never did, though, because a few moments later Ebb used strike a pose to freeze and separate us.

Simon stayed glued to Ebb’s side the rest of the day, but I don’t think that she spelled him to. I think he just likes the goat lady. When she caught me staring at Snow, she winked.

Eventually, night fell and the air turned cool, even though we had a huge fire roaring. After roasting marshmallows, every fell asleep except for Simon and me. I couldn’t sleep because my vampire hearing was catching all of the noises of the forest, and the loudest noise of all was Simon’s chattering teeth.

He was less than a meter away from me, laying on his piles of leaves. Ebb had offered to make a sleeping bag, but Simon stubbornly refused and told her that sleeping bags are for posh boys who are frightened of camping. Then he tripped me and I almost fell into the fire. That made me so angry that I spent the rest of the day thinking of ways to get him back, but when I heard how cold he was, I started to feel sorry for everything we’d done to each other all day. I’d never seen Simon cold before. Ever.

It was easy to roll over and close the space between us. When I was next to him, I unzipped my sleeping bag and told him to get in. We were both little enough that two could fit inside.

He said, “Did you put ants in your bag?”

“No,” I whispered.

“Are you going to, if I get in? Or do anything else weird?”

“Crowley, no. I’m being nice, Snow. Hasn’t anyone ever been nice to you before?” I was embarrassed, and it made me angry, so I started to move away when his hand grabbed my sleeping bag.

“Fine,” he sighed, and crawled in next to me. Our heads were on opposite ends of the same pillow, and I used the opportunity to count the moles on his face.

“Why are you such a jerk?”

“Because I…” Simon raised his eyebrows, silently telling me to give him an answer. The night was making me feel brave. “If I tell you, you have to swear not to laugh.”

“I swear it.”

“Shake on it, like a gentleman.” There’s a small amount of space between us in this sleeping bag, and our hands found each others’ with ease. We shook twice, and then he let go.

“Just tell me, Baz.”

I blurted it out before I could think about it too hard. “I like you.”

“As in… You like like me?”

“Yeah. So.”

Snow looked angry. “You’re kidding. I knew you wouldn’t tell me anything. Piss off, Baz.”

With that, he turned his back to me and fell asleep within seconds. I’ve laid here fuming for what might be hours. We’re sharing a sleeping bag, so I should be happy. That’s all I wanted when we started this camping trip. But I can’t believe that I just bore my soul to Simon stupid Snow, and he didn’t even believe me. He’s so oblivious, and dumb, and clueless, and I know he’s never going to like me back. And he surely will never like like me back.

I like him. And I like like him. And I think I love him. And I know I hate him. I wish I could just get over these hopeless stupid feelings I have for this stupid boy.

When Simon rolls over, I first feel his breath on my neck, but then I feel an arm wrapped around my middle, pulling my body closer to his. It’s almost like he’s hugging me from behind, but it feels like more than that because his feet are intertwined with mine.

I really want to stay awake and memorize every second of this moment, but being held by Simon is so comforting that I’m drifting off to sleep only seconds later.


When Ebb wakes us up in the morning, Simon is still holding me. He’s blushing deep red when he flings himself out of the sleeping bag. Ebb just stands there and winks at me, humming something dumb that sounds like a love song.

Magical!SVT: Hoshi

Originally posted by 17-gif

lol 420 blaze it. for @dumbbelle my beautiful friend

  • of course, our kwon fire is more inclined towards fire magic
  • he’s from an old family of magicians and they were all elemental so it was always
  • ‘which element will our little soonyoung master??’
  • the kwons got their answer when hoshi almost burnt down the family farm
  • mom ran outside to find her 5 year old son sobbing and cradling the chickens
  • dad decided to make an ill-timed joke about having chicken for dinner. mom was not amused

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♡lion-squad’s Klance Fanfic Rec♡

As of January 6th 2017, these are my all time favorite klance fanfics. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did <3

My Top Favs™ (aka so good I cry thinking about them):

You Never Stood A Chance by Kagoshima

lance to hunk ♡
>i’m gonna fukin die hunk oh mygod i sent
>keith a work out selfie that i wan supposed to fcukin send to you and you know what it said

(Or, Keith is beautiful, Lance has a crush, and there’s lots of shirtless selfies)

Pepsi cola- by stalemateBecks

It starts like this: Lance looking up at the scoreboard only a few days into his Garrison training and muttering to himself, “What the hell kind of a name is Keith?”

I can’t help but want- by aknightly

Lance deals with the aftermath of being sucked into a black hole and stranded on an alien planet. When Lance wakes up, all he can see is blue.

Cause you’re learning me(WIP)- by Safra

Here’s what Lance knows about his mysterious flatmate:

1. His name is Kevin. Or Keith. Or something like that.
2. He’s studying astrophysics which, honestly, is pretty cool.
3. He doesn’t know how to use the washing machine.
4. He can’t cook. Like— At all.
5. And— Well. And that’s about all Lance knows about the mysterious Kevin/Keith because, after nearly two months of living together - after almost two months of sharing a bathroom and a kitchen and all the other things that come with being flatmates - Lance has never, not even once, actually seen him.

Call me beep me- by Safra 

(00:31) Do you think she gave me the wrong number on purpose?
(00:31) Or was it a genuine mistake?
(00:32) Like maybe she writes funny and I misread it?
(00:32) Some of the numbers do look a little dodgy…
(00:33) Cause, you know, her threes could very easily be poorly formed eights? And maybe she writes her sevens like her ones?
(00:45) What
(00:46) The
(00:46) Fuck???
(00:47) Oh good, you are awake!

where lance messages the wrong number and things kind of snowball from there

The little things- by fairietailed

On Friday Hunk can hear the two of them behind him as they walk to the control room, and he swears he hears something akin to a kiss, and Keith whispering.“That’s 10-7, Cargo Pilot. Try catching up.”

When Hunk turns around Lance is bright red, and there’s a foot of space between him and Keith. Or maybe he’s imagining things?

Nightmares- by trashness

Lance’s nightmares are getting out of control. It’s effecting his and the team’s performance, but he’s at a loss for how to fix this.Apparently sleeping next to a warm body helps.

In a hundred lifetimes (I’d find you and I’d choose you)- by ashtxns

It happens to him and he’s alright with that. But ever since Keith started appearing in the other versions, Lance can’t help but think that the universe is trying to tell him something.

Or, Lance travels to different versions of his life. The only constant is Keith.

Sight for sore eyes- by Writewild

Photographer!Lance’s deadline for the magazine he works on the side for is coming up really soon, and has to search last-minute photo opportunities soon. One boy catches his eye.

Altea school of witchcraft and wizardry (WIP)- by yeah_no_sorry

Some kids go to Altea (magic school) and learn a lot about both themselves and each other as they struggle through magical homework, detention, and battling the dark wizard Zarkon and his evil forces. (Harry Potter!AU)

The bruises and contusions will remind me what you did when you wake(SERIES)- by asexualrey                                                                              a series of one shots centered around the paladins and hurt/comfort

You Don’t Wanna Be AloneThe very last thing Keith wants is for anyone to make a big deal over this when he’s perfectly capable of taking care of himself.

My Head is Dizzy NowAllura had better get there soon. He doesn’t want to be responsible for Lance dying just because he’s completely useless.

Weak linkThe one thing he always wants when he doesn’t feel well is his mom, and she’s…god knows how far away she is. She probably thinks he’s dead.
In this moment, he almost wishes he was.

Other really good ones I like:

Whiskey (part ½ of Whisky)(smut)- by Redburn

What’re you drinking?” the sultry voice asked.

Keith glanced up, momentarily shocked into silence. The guy - not even kidding - was fucking stunning.

champagne supernova (part 2/2 of whisky)(not smut)- by Redburn

Keith tries to ask Lance to marry him. Then he tries to ask him again. And then he tries again-By the forth time he’s pretty sure the universe is just fucking with him now.

The greater enemy- by genericfanatic

Lance is displeased when he finds out his crush and childhood friend is dating Takashi Shirogane. Keith is displeased when he finds out his foster brother is dating Princess Allura. Both are equally displeased that this means they end up having to live together. So they decide to do something about it.

In the silence of a safe place- by sassively

When it all gets to be too much, Lance stops time. Keith stays with him until Lance feels ready to start the world again.

And I’ll keep you a daydream away- by ashtxns

But, I mean, y’know, am I gay for Keith? You – Wait. What?”

He stares at the camera.

“Oh my God. I am gay for Keith.” (parks and rec! Au)

Found in translation- by princevince

Lance and Keith are on a stargazing date in the Castleship’s smallest observation deck. The stars help to shed some light on a few things.

Squeezing my heart- morvish

5 times they kissed, and 1 time they talked about it.

Alternatively: Lance and Keith don’t start off with the best communication strategy.

3 words or less- by fairietailed

Keith,” Pidge says, resting their elbow on the table and their chin on the palm of their hand. “Describe Lance in three words or less.”


”Lance lets out a squawk of protest. “What are you even talking about?! You know exactly who I am!”

Keith doesn’t look at him. “I’m unfamiliar with the name.”

Sweet quiznak- checkeredcloth

You’re really into him,“ Hunk mutters, and wow, Lance’s face is on fire. Hunk is killing him.”

Look, read into how you like, Freud, just make sure that if I die Keith knows I totally would’ve mowed his ass like grass. That way, I can laugh hysterically at his emotionally-constipated expression from the afterlife.“

Or: Lance is badly injured and has a few skeletons in his closet. Or maybe just the one.

Eyes wide to you with wonder- aknightly

Keith doesn’t dislike his job, but he definitely dislikes Lance. Probably. Maybe.

“Coran thinks you’ll bang at the Christmas party but I think that’s giving you guys way too much credit,” Pidge says thoughtfully. “Hunk is a romantic. He thinks Lance is gonna ask you out any day now. I think he’s got a week or so before he owes me like a hundred bucks.”

“Pidge, what the fuck?” Keith says, flustered. He nudges them again with his foot, this time slightly harder. They scowl at him, swatting him away. “Why would you bet on me and Lance?”

Cut from the same stubborn cloth- by genericfanatic

Keith is keeping a secret from Lance. Shiro knows everyone looks up to him, but doesn’t feel that he deserves it. They both feel that they’ve been hurting their loved ones.

We don’t need to keep it hush- by jojotxt

snuggle muffin (6:38): haha i know right
snuggle muffin (6:38): i love you too

Pidge’s eyes widened, and she audibly gasped. No fucking way.

Bottle episode- themoistplinth

Everyone is sick of Keith and Lance’s constant bickering yet they still insist that they’re friends. The gang bet that Keith and Lance couldn’t spend three days locked in a room together without hurting each other, and they’re not entirely wrong

All we have to do- by aknightly

Keith gets hurt during a mission, and Lance is not sure how to handle that.

Lance wakes up on the floor outside of the medical bay, jerking wildly, body a mess of aches and twinges.

(UPDATE: now with links and descriptions!)

Fanaccount of the ISEOULU Concert in Kuala Lumpur 23/5/2017 (NCT 127)

First off I just wanted to say that this concert was FREE ADMISSION, and I was able to get tickets for zone A, which was right behind the VIP seating area. Of course the ones closest to the stage were Rock Zone tickets (won by lottery) so those who were sitting in Rock Zone would provide a slightly different fanaccount (and better pictures), so this is my account of the concert from where I was standing, which is about 500m to 600 meters from the stage.

Another thing to note is that this concert was used to promote Seoul City tourism, so even if it was a two hour concert, Yesung, Red Velvet and NCT 127 were not the only performers for the whole two hours. We had local Malaysian acts, Altimet and De Fam and a speech given by the vice mayor of Seoul and a magic performance. By the time all of that was over, Yesung, Red Velvet and NCT 127 only had about an hour left to perform. They each performed 4 songs and their ment had to be sped up.

This post is for NCT 127 but I have a separate one for Red Velvet and Yesung, so check those out if you want the full fan account!

NCT 127

  • Okay this is gonna be a long one because I am a huge NCT stan.
  • I have to say I thought I was going to be the only NCT stan. I thought everyone was here for Red Velvet and Yesung but I was so wrong, because when their intro VCR played, the screaming amplified by the thousands, glasses cracked, the building shook and about 10,000 cell phones were raised up in the air.
  • They wore mostly short sleeves or sleeveless for Johnny AND THE JOHNGUNS ARE REAL AND BEAUTIFUL HOLY SHIT I DIED.

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(baby protag tsukki drawn with love by @soodyo​)

ALL RIGHT, so jaywalkers (u know, that one haikyuu!! college AU) completes one year today! to celebrate, in addition to getting smashed this weekend, i’m setting up an FAQ post for all your queries about the universe, concerns about tsukishima kei’s wellbeing, and questions for bokuto koutarou. 

i’d like to thank every single one of my readers for all the amazing responses and love this story has gotten! i’m very, very happy. i write jaywalkers to make people happy and when i see it working, i’m over the moon.

to begin with, i introduce the two people without whom not only this ‘verse, but i, as a person, would be sitting in one of those big recycling dumpster things with a bottle of absolut and three hundred packets of doritos:

teddy/ @soodyo​ who i went down on one knee and asked to govern the kingdom of this verse with me. that is to say, my co-artist and everything that is good and pure in my life. (she stopped me from breaking suga’s ribs during a performance. believe me when i say she is the one that keeps jaywalkers safe.)

ksenya/ @fyolette​ who i went down on the other knee and asked to be the iron hand beneath the velvet glove re: my writing endeavours. that is to say, she told me that the apocalyptic photoshoot scene made her laugh in the middle of a swedish airport and i fell in love and said PLEASE BE MY BETA. she is asking me to let you know that she loses her marbles at the mention of jaywalkers!akaashi.

NOW, ONTO THE QUESTIONS. under the cut that is under these goddamn amazing character profiles, again by teddy.

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daylightcolours’ Best Albums of 2014;

I’d like to consider myself a connoisseur of music; I think I have a rather eclectic taste, I’m always open to checking out new artists, and I’m always the first of my friends to discover a new artist. So, I thought I’d try something new and start my year off with a list of last year’s best music, from my point of view.

So Long, See You Tomorrow // Bombay Bicycle Club

This album is my absolute favourite from Bombay Bicycle Club, and not just because I saw it performed live and met Jack Steadman last April (though that certainly didn’t deter me from enjoying it as much as I do). This album is literally perfection from start to finish.

Favourite track? Luna.

Ghost Stories // Coldplay

Say what you want about Coldplay, but your words won’t stop me from falling head over heels in love with this album. From the sappy love ballads like Magic to the conscious uncoupling of Another’s Arms, this album is heartbreaking and uplifting at the same time.

Favourite track? Midnight.

Talking is Hard // WALK THE MOON

Not going to lie, I was very skeptical about this album, from it’s conception under the working title “wtm2” to the single Shut Up and Dance, but after the first listen I was hooked to the extreme. It’s impossible to be sad while this album is playing, so if you’re having a rough day, I suggest cranking up Avalanche and dancing your heart out.

Favourite track? Avalanche.

Hozier // Hozier

Take Me to Church drove me nuts for the first few months I heard it on the radio. Seriously. I’d change the station so quickly you’d think the car was going to blow up otherwise. But alas I gave the album a listen, and boy am I glad I did. He’s as if someone took a little bit of The Black Keys, Led Zeppelin, and The Sheepdogs, put them all into one dude, and made that dude Irish. Not to mention his voice is heavenly; I can see why he needed to be taken to church.

Favourite track? From Eden.

Little Machines // Lights

I never thought I’d fall in love with a Lights album harder than I fell for Siberia, but I was wrong. So, so wrong. This album is the perfect mix of up-tempo and a little bit cutesy at times. Lights truly does tickle a gnarly synth. (Also she’s really sweet in person!)

Favourite track? Oil and Water.

Very Good Bad Thing // Mother Mother

Mother Mother is one of those local bands that you can’t not love. I can’t think of a single track they’ve played on our local radio station that I didn’t find catchy. The album is such a satisfying listen.

Favourite track? Very Good Bad Thing.

This is All Yours // alt-j

This band is so blissfully weird, it’s so gratifying to listen to. Alt-j’s second album goes effortlessly hand-in-hand with their debut An Awesome Wave, yet it is also distinctly its own, complete album. The range of the tracks are all over the place, from the melancholy harmonies of Pusher, to the strange sexiness of Every Other Freckle, to Left Hand Free, a song I dare you to try not dancing to.

Favourite Track? Every Other Freckle.

Tidal Wave // Young Liars

Strangely enough, I came across this group through one of those sponsored posts you see on Facebook, and to be honest I was mainly interested in the album art. But wow, this album rocks. Then I found out they’re a relatively local group, and I was lucky enough to attend a free concert this past summer. This album was one of my two summer albums, and I urge everyone to give this one a proper listen. 

Favourite track? Night Window.

Mind Over Matter // Young the Giant

I love Young the Giant; they were my first 19+ concert, their debut album was the anthem of my 2012 trip to California, and I actually discovered my current favourite band (Gold & Youth, who opened for them at their Commodore Ballroom show in 2012) because of them. Young the Giant will always be in my top ten favourite bands. So, when I found out that this album was due at the beginning of 2014, I was stoked, and when the album dropped, I was not disappointed. For an album that released in January, it has such a summer vibe but not too much so that it’s awkward to listen to in the fall/winter (like The Beach Boys, for example; I love ‘em but if I listen to anything summer-related in the winter months I just make myself sad, so, nope). A+ album, absolutely.

Favourite track? Teachers.

When the Night // St. Lucia

Arguably my favourite musical discovery of the year. These guys have such a distinct sound, and this album is superb. I read a review once that compared a St. Lucia concert to seeing a John Hughes film played out on stage, and when I had the pleasure of seeing them perform at the Commodore Ballroom this November, I found that comparison to be 100% true. If you ever get the chance to see them play live, do it. You won’t regret it.

Favourite track? September.

Dream Your Life Away // Vance Joy

The moment I listened to Vance Joy’s EP God Loves You When You’re Dancing, I knew I needed a full album, and to see him perform live. A year later, and both of those wishes came true.You know when you have one of those concert moments where everyone in the audience is singing along to the same song and you feel so happy that you could almost float on air? For me, that moment was during From Afar; the entire room was singing in unison to my favourite song and I swear my face broke from smiling to hard. This album is an utter treat.

Favourite track? From Afar, obviously.

Sadnecessary // Milky Chance

This album is simply a fun listen. No existential experiences were had during the initial listen of this album, but I love it nontheless.

Favourite track? Sweet Sun.

Well, that’s it folks! Thanks for reading, and I hope I’ve helped at least one person discover their next favourite band!

SasuSaku Month 2016
Day 25- Do You Believe in Magic
Summary: He’s waiting for her to finish her shift at the hospital, when a very intriguing patient of hers catches his attention. Kids are certainly weird creatures.
A/N: AHH! Another theme I had to struggle to write! All the ideas were AUs and then I kept thinking about that quotation, and then there was Moana and then I cracked XD Just kidding, guys… I’ve tried something different with this one, and I wanted it to be shorter, too, but in the end I guess I couldn’t really write less than 2,5K words XD Still, I loved the way it turned out! Hope you enjoy it, and please, tell me your opinion!!
The hospital cafeteria is by far the best place where those destined to wait can literally sit and relax. The chairs are comfortable, the disinfectant smell gives the feeling of a safe atmosphere and the large variety of food certainly helps those who must spend hours confined in those white walls. It’s the perfect place for those who want to take a break from all that stress caused by all kinds of illness and procedures; and certainly the one place where those who can’t allow themselves to sleep go to remain awake for the following hours. The demand for coffee is abnormal, but thanks to her, the Uchiha understands the importance behind that beverage.

For the Konoha Hospital is never quiet or empty not even during peaceful times, the medics aren’t allowed to be sleepy or tired at all. They have to be alert at all times whether they like it or not, and of course the pink haired woman- aka the head medic of the hospital, is one of those whose vital functions are fueled by caffeine. If she has coffee, he’s seen, then she can go on for days without anything else in her stomach. That woman is certainly neglecting when it comes to her own health, therefore his presence there is more than just necessary, as he waits for her shift to end so they can go grab something decent to eat.

What an annoying woman, he thinks. Making him wait like that almost every week after her night shifts. She should feel guilty for making him go through those silent, lonely hours just so that he could make sure she would take care of herself.

Annoying, indeed.

Luckily, waiting was never a problem for Sasuke. As long as there’s nothing bothering him, the raven haired man can be alone with his thoughts for hours. Time is precious, and thanks to his grumpy reputation, no one in the hospital dared bother him.

No one who actually knew him.

“ Hey, ojji-san… Do you believe in magic?”

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- Harry Potter theme GAHHH

- fantastic beasts logo pew pew

- cue grindelwald with hair like the malfoys???

- newt whispering to his suitcase to stop his beasts from making noise inside

- hugs suitcase GAHHH

- luggage gets checked, lock keeps flipping open lmao

- what the hell is tearing up the city holy shit there are rips in the ground and omg what what what

- portentina casually eats a hot dog


- niffler activated

- niffler gets loose in the bank

- newt tries to get back that furry beast

- jacob discovers occamy egg

- casually brings egg into interview with him about bakery loan

- “hey mr british guy, i think your egg is hatching”

- casually apparates with a no-maj to the bank vaults to get the niffler which is promptly stuffing it’s belly with a goddamn gold bar. really.

- jacob is so confused

- newt tickling the niffler to get it to drop all it has stolen awwww

- casually apparates with a no-maj outside the bank

- jacob whacks newt on the head with suitcase HAHAHA

- porpentina whisking newt away to MACUSA (what the hell)

- lift elf???

- wand polishing elf???

- porpentina works in the wand permit office after being demoted hmm why was she demoted from an auror hmmm

- graves comes to talk to her, opens newt’s case to find baked goods

- dun dun dun him and Jacob swapped cases

- mad rush to find jacob

- jacob gets attacked by creatures, demiguise, occamy chick, niffler, erumpent and billiywig escape

- “a moth i think” newt you’re not filling anyone

- niffler be hiding in the wall sneaky little bastard

- so graves befriended credence who he thinks to be a squib

- credence gets called a freak by shaw HOW DARE YOU ASSHOLE

- “I’m not supposed to be bringing guys home”

- queenie just casually reading everyone’s minds

- queenie being adorable

- queenie making the strudel gahhh

- boys get made hot cocoa

- newt casually just stepping into his suitcase like its no big deal, asks jacob to follow

- starts feeding all his creatures AHHHHHH

- thunderbirddddddddddd

- is the reason he came to america in the first place omg

- mooncalves look like baby llamas with huge eyes omg adorable

- graphorn’s be licking his face like

- “mummy’s here” save my soul please

- newt getting all sad about his creatures being in foreign environment, nooo don’t be saddd

- finds niffler in a jewellery shop

- trying to be a stand

- good lord

- sequence of newt flying round the shop on cabinets and spinning on a chandelier what even

- accio niffler

- they get showered in jewellery and get caught by cops

- and then a lion

- an actual lion

- shows up

- what the hell???????

- girls hear noise from Central Park

- “but we made them cocoa…”

- newt strapping jacob into protective gear, “your skull is susceptible to damage”

- erumpent cornering a hippo because it wants to mate HAHAHA

- newt performing a mating dance to get its attention

- at this point i didn’t know how to react with all the weird things he was doing bless adorable newt

- cue running across the snow and ice and capturing the erumpent

- dun dun dun here comes tina (porpentina) who turns them in (WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY)

- obscurus kills shaw at his rally dun dun dun

- they get arrested and newt cries out for his case and its contents not to be harmed continuously. i started tearing up, he really loves his creatures, it was heart breaking

- he looks absolutely shattered when he’s being interrogated by graves who discovers the obscuris he’s been holding onto after separating it from its host before she died

- graves assigns both newt and tina death penalties

- the way they issue the death penalties is awful

- they make use of one’s happy memories to drag them into the veil of sorts. it’s terrifying.

- credence gets whipped by his mum my poor boy nooooo

- porpentina got demoted because she tried to attack his mum


- newt sends out swooping evil to rescue tina

- at the same timeeee

- queenie rescues jacob yay

- cue heart to heart between queenie and jacob over owls and pigeons lmao


- they casually go to some club

- newt spells his tie into a bow so cute

- “never seen a house elf before”

- “my uncle’s a house elf”

- cue giggle water oh my god

- dun dun dun newt pretends to sell pickett and rescues him after


- credence is given a deathly hallows pendant to contact grave good lord

- demiguise looks like old lady with really long fur holding handbag full of candy oh my god cute

- “it’s babysitting” holy shit demiguise be looking after the huge occamy chick ;-;

- flying cockroach

- tiny teapot

- they all go into the suitcase

- cue newt’s really old photo of his really old friend from hogwarts who was a LESTRANGE

- dun dun dun credence discovers the child who is the obscurus aka modesty (is she really?) and finds a wand

- mother proceeds to break wand WHYYYYYYY YOU AWFUL CULT WOMAN

- all hell breaks loose (mother dies YASSSSSSSSSSSSS)

- graves finds credence, completely betrays credence, realises credence is the obscurus dun dun dun plot twist as an obscuris can’t live past the age of ten :o

- cue newt trying to save credence

- cue tina following him

- cue Jacob not wanting to be left behind

- andddddd fight sequence go!

- i swear to god MACUSA don’t know how to take goddamn orders. they flipping killed credence. newt could have saved him. good lord.

- another plot twist, graves, isn’t graves

- newt be like uses his creatures to stop graves and tina has grown pretty close to the swooping evil huh

- reveal yourself dude

- dun dun dun (so many of these omg) GRAVES IS GRINDELWALD (JOHNNY DEPP DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN)

- so now that the whole city knows about magic the world is screwed right? nope.

- cue thunderbird that showered the whole city with a venom that when properly diluted can be used to obliviate someone.

- newt saves the day

- newt is so affectionate towards the thunderbird i cannot even help my soulllllllll


- cue newt bumping into jacob again at the can factory and swapping their suitcases so he gets one full of silver occamy egg shells to start his bakery


- queenie visits bakery, let me cry

- newt be like ties string round his suitcase to stop it from opening erm, that’s not gonna work friend

- has to leave new york

- “how would you feel about me giving you a copy of my book in person?”

- tina is so happy that she’ll be able to see newt again


excuse any spelling errors i watched the show yesterday and i rushed this when i woke up HAHAHAHA

Nightmare (Luke Imagine)

This was requested. Includes ot4 angst. Slight suicide trigger warning, but it’s in a dream!


Failure. Hatred. Loneliness.

It was always the same for Luke. While most people had nightmares involving monsters and death, his were full of depression and rage and being abandoned. Full of loveless nights and broken promises; washed up has-been’s and ruined relationships. Luke vividly remembers his nightmare issues starting when he was eight, and the boys in his class bullied him because of his weight. He remembers crying out for his mum, and laying in the bed between his two parents. He remembers being eleven and his dad sitting next to him as the doctor explained that Luke got nightmares probably due to stress. He remembers switching schools, and having such terrible nightmares that he would stay up entire nights, listening as Jack would sneak into the house well past midnight. He remembers everything. He always does.

When he got too old to cry to his mum, he dealt with it by making music. He would sit in his room and quietly sketch lyrics and melodies down. Once he became friends with Michael and Calum, though, things got better. And Ashton, well, sometimes Luke felt like Ashton was a ray of light. None of them knew about how his nightmare disorder, but the four of them talked about their stresses of tour and the band aloud, leaving Luke with a clear mind before bed.

At least, it used to be that way.

There was a time when all the boys were treated equally, more or less. Sure, some of them got shit occasionally, but it was never really a big deal. They had each other, spent every waking moment together, and that was enough. Luke’s nightmares had even taken a backseat. Their tour was like a giant party.

Everything was fine.

And then everything wasn’t.

It started with Luke’s immunity taking a hit. He couldn’t catch a break and was up almost every night for a week, trying to smother his coughs and sniffles. Some nights he would wake everyone up as he vomited into the toilet on the bus. The band and crew knew it wasn’t his fault, obviously, but after so many nights of no one getting sleep, everyone became testy. Nothing settled quite like Luke’s exhaustion though.

The next hit came with pictures of him walking around with some girl in a club. He couldn’t remember her much, but apparently the fans had done their homework and deemed her as a terrible person. So, that was the second.

The third came from within his own band. The best friends were slipping due to stress, and Luke noticed. He noticed everything. He could tell the days when Michael’s depression was especially bad, knew when Ashton was over exhausted because he would get plain mean, and Calum was smoking more than ever. Everything was plaguing them. The tour is too long. Over a hundred shows. They were tired.

When the nightmares started back up again, Luke would wake in a cold sweat, breathing heavily and stuffing his fist into his mouth to muffle his sobs on the nights he awoke in tears. His bunk entirely too small, and he was trapped with the fear of waking up everyone on the bus. Every day was packed with activities, and there was simply no time to lose sleep. So, he kept it to himself.


It was an early morning when Liz called, checking in with her boy and sharing her usual complaints about how Luke had forgotten to call, again, and it had been close to three weeks since any of his family had heard from him. He muttered a half-assed apology, letting silence fill in as Liz didn’t respond for a moment.

“Luke?” She finally asked, voice sounding how it used to when he was much, much smaller.


“Have you been alright?”

Luke rolled his eyes, trying to choke his irritation down. “Yes,” he bit out. “Just fucking tired.”

“… is it nightmares again?” Luke groaned. Liz knew, of course she knew. He wanted to die.

“I’m fucking twenty, mum,” he bit out. “I don’t need you worrying about me.”

He knew she was only trying to help, but he couldn’t stop the irritation from rolling off him in waves. He was exhausted.

“I know you’re upset, but please let someone know. Do the boys know-”

And just like that, Luke hung up. He hung up on his mum, then abruptly smashed his phone repeatedly on the counter top of the bus while swearing loudly, causing everyone to stumble in.

“What the hell’s wrong with you?” Their manager asked, rubbing at his eyes in irritation.

“Did you sleep at all last night?” Calum asked, eyes red from sleep. “You look like shit.”

“Yeah, well you smell like shit,” Luke snarled, bristling as they seemed to attack him. “Always smoking your fucking death sticks. It’s like we live on a fucking tobacco farm these days.”

The hurt that surfaced briefly in Calum’s eyes was almost instantly replaced with disgust, and Ashton came to his defense, shoving Luke lightly on the shoulder.

“What the fuck, man?” Ashton said, rolling his eyes. “First you throw some tantrum and break your phone, then you take it out on us? Grow up, Luke.”

And there it was again, the overwhelming feeling that Luke would never be good enough and never be needed. That he was on his way out. His whole dream was ticking on a clock, and time had run out.

“Listen, as much as I love waking up to yelling, I fucking hate it,” Michael grumbled, slouching on the couch and looking hungover. He picked up Luke’s broken phone and they all watched as a shard of glass fell from the screen and onto the table nearby. “Fuck, you really are a monster without your morning coffee.”

“More than that,” Ashton huffed. “Princess here is being a straight up bitch.”

“Just go back bed, Luke,” his manager sighed, already texting something into his phone, probably to get Luke a new one.

“Sleep for the rest of eternity if you want. Whatever it takes,” Calum grumbled, making Michael and Ashton let out shorts barks of laughter. Luke felt angry tears sting in his eyes and turned quickly, stomping back to his bunk like an eight year old and wishing he had a door to slam. He felt like the world was against him. And honestly, it was. He was sure of it.

Once in the confines of his bunk, Luke started to cry. Really cry. He felt his shoulders heave and dug his nails into his palms, wishing he could suffocate himself and just end it. He was so tired. So fucking exhausted.

He eventually fell asleep, which he definitely had not wanted to do. And just like he had feared, his dreams soon morphed into ugly, disgusting things that had him in tears all over again. It was blurred, but he felt every horrible emotion run its course through his body. He was so afraid.

And then it stopped.

The dream shifted, and Luke suddenly became aware that he was on a ledge. Or something. His feet were bare and there was metal beneath them, and his ears echoed a strange sound akin to screaming. When he looked down, he saw a sea of people, but none looking at him. They were looking directly below him. He followed their gaze to see Michael, Ashton, and Calum performing, seemingly flawless with Luke not there anymore. His heart pained as he got an impossibly close view of their smiling faces. He was at least two hundred feet up, and Luke realized he was standing precariously on the bridge that let the light crew do their magic. But he was alone up here. No one was with him.

There was no railing or anything. He could fall at any moment.

“We are 5 Seconds of Summer!” Luke heard Calum shout from below, the crowd erupting in cheers. No one missed him. No one would. What was left for him?


Luke didn’t think much as he let a sob rip from his chest. He watched his ex-bandmates for a moment longer before throwing himself off the platform, screaming as the ground rushed up.


Michael hadn’t really done anything productive that day. After Luke’s episode, him and Calum had resorted to sitting in the front of the bus quietly conversing about different music they’ve been into. Ashton eventually joined them, and their manager came up with the schedule. The next day was full of interviews.

“Okay,” Calum conceded quietly. None of them had a choice either way, no matter how tired they were.

Just as their manager was ready to check on the driver, a loud whimper sounded from the closed off section of the bunks. Everyone bristled at the noise, feeling strangely vulnerable suddenly.

“Was that Luke?” Ashton asked as another sounded, this one louder. It sounded like he was in pain.

“He must be having a nightmare…” Michael trailed off as their tour manager started towards the back, ignoring Calum’s snort.

“Let him live it out,” Calum rolled his eyes. “He deserves it.”

Ashton shot him a look as their manager opened the door to the bunk section. But as soon as he started in, he stumbled back as an ear-splitting scream pierced the air, and Ashton watched in horror as Luke’s body rolled off his top bunk and fell the several feet to the ground, his head smacking against the ground harshly.

“What the fuck?!” Michael yelled, bounding over and pushing a stunned Ashton away and shoving his manager out of the way. Luke was writhing on the ground on his back, his lips and face shiny with spit and tears. Michael knelt next to him and shook his shoulder. “Luke, wake up!”

Luke’s eyes sprang open as soon as Michael’s hands had made contact with him, but what happened next scared everyone even more. Luke brought his hands up to his throat and seemed to be choking.

“Holy shit, fuck, call, like, a fucking ambulance!” Michael swore, trying to sit Luke up. Their manager ran to the front of the bus to get his phone and Calum and Ashton came forward, squeezing themselves into the small area.

“What’s- what the fuck?” Calum breathed, trying to get Luke’s red eyes to focus on him. All of the sudden, Luke’s choking seemed to stop, and he leaned forward and curled his knees up so his head was in between them, breathing ragged.

“Holy fuck, are you okay?” Ashton asked, rubbing Luke’s back and trying to get his heart to chill the hell out.

“It was- it wasn’t real. Jus’ a nightmare,” Luke mumbled quietly, more to himself than anyone.

“Should the ambulance still come?” Their manager asked from the door way with wide eyes, phone pressed to his ear.

“No!” Luke gasped, coughing on his mucus from crying so much.

Yes,” Ashton insisted, using his hand to brush up Luke’s sweaty forehead to show the large bump once the hair was lifted up. “Dude, you fell, like, five feet. You might have a concussion or something.”

“Luke, how long has it been since you slept?” Their manager asked, hanging up and apparently opting out of an ambulance for now. “Like, really slept?”

Luke wanted to lie and just shrug, say something like ‘oh, this hasn’t happened before’. But he couldn’t. He was so tired. He started crying.

“I-I… maybe two weeks? I can’t remember.”

“Fuck.” Their manager’s phone started to ring. When he looked down, he looked up quickly at Luke. “It’s Liz.”

Luke didn’t reply, just shrunk into himself as he shuddered with sobs. He heard their manager take the call and walk out of the bus. He couldn’t even look at his bandmates.

“What’s going on, Luke?” Michael finally asked, hesitantly. “Be honest. Please.”

“I… I used to get nightmares. A lot,” Luke finally said, his eyes in shadows due to the dim lighting and his hair. They still hadn’t moved from the floor, but Calum took a seat on the edge of his bunk. “It got bad, so my parents got me checked. They’re stress related.”

Ashton squeezed his bicep, a signal that they were listening and were there. After a second, Luke continued.

“They started again, a bit ago,” Luke sniffled, wiping his snot on his arm. “They’ve gotten worse. So lately, I’ve just… stopped. I don’t go to sleep anymore. I’m so… so fucking tired.”

“You’ve gotta sleep, Luke,” Michael spoke quietly, standing up. “You look wrecked, man. You’ve gotta go see a specialist about this, or something.”

Luke nodded softly, scrubbing at his eyes in an attempt to calm himself. He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve them being so nice to him.

“It’s stress related, so maybe we’ve just gotta…like… de-stress you. I think we’ve all been kind of shit to each other so we’ve been bottling up our issues. Maybe it will help if we start talking about them again.” Ashton’s hand was on Luke’s back again, just resting there.

“Yeah,” Luke spoke quietly. “That would help, probably.” He looked up at Calum, who had been fairly quiet. “I’m sorry. I know you can’t help smoking. Sorry I’ve been a dick.”

Calum shrugged. “It’s fine. I know it’s not good for any of us. I’ll try harder to quit.”

Luke felt placated at that, and Ashton and Michael helped him stand and they made their way to the back of the bus. Calum started the Xbox and turned on Fifa, leaving the second controller out. When Luke didn’t grab it, Michael did, so they sat crammed together on the couch, not talking but just relaxing together, like they used to.

“Hey.” Their manager walked in and Calum paused the game. “Just got off the phone with Liz. She wants you to call her later.” Luke nodded. “Nightmares, huh?”

“Sucks,” Luke replied.

“I’ll try to schedule less promo. It might hurt the song charts-wise, but you’ll still make more than enough of a profit. It’ll give you more down time. And I think the choking bit was sleep paralysis. Apparently, quite common.”

“According to who?” Michael asked.

“Web MD,” Their manager grinned, flashing his phone.

“Thanks,” Luke said. He nodded and walked off, leaving the four boys together once again.

“From now on, we tell each other if we aren’t okay, alright?” Ashton asked, not having to look at his boys to know they were all nodding.

Calum and Michael ended up playing the game for hours, and eventually Luke just couldn’t keep his eyes open. His head still kind of hurt so Ashton gave him some medicine (along with a cookie and a glass of milk) and Luke fell asleep in the now-dark lounge area of the bus. When Calum finally called it quits, Michael looked upon his sleeping best friend.

“What do we do if he has another?” He asked, light brushing Luke’s hair away from his eyes.

“We’ll stay here with him through the night and wake him up,” Ashton simply states. “Because that’s what best mates do.”

In the Midnight Hour: A Jerza Fanfic

Title: In the Midnight Hour

Pairing: Jerza

Rating: T

Note: I’m really sorry this is so late. It was supposed to be up yesterday morning, by my procrastination took over and I’ve been a lazy all all day yesterday and partially today, which is why this is being posted after midnight (oh how fitting). I played around with the idea of Jellal accepting his past and letting go of his guilt in this fic. I have this headcanon that Jellal lets down his walls only around people who know him the best. That’s why, to people like Natsu, or Gray, he still appears stoic and aloof, sorta angsty and quiet, but, as seen in this fic, around people like CS or Erza, he’s more carefree. I also think it has to do with the fact that he had his childhood stolen away from him, and, although he is a mature adult, sometimes the kid inside him breaks free.This is a collaboration with @uzumakipposong, who will be making fanart of a certain scene in the upcoming weeks. 

Summary: “I have dreamed of the day I would be able to hold you in my arms without feeling the guilt that used to suppress me.”

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Fic: Where Dreams Come True

A Chris Evans One-shot

Summary: Natalia watches Chris interact with a fan at Disney World.

Warnings: includes mentions of miscarrying.

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It’s a small world after all…it’s a small world after all…”

If she could, Natalia would tape his mouth shut.

Chris had dragged her into It’s a Small World After All after she expressed her distaste for the too drawn out kiddie ride, insisting she would have all the fun in the world. (The pun had been intended judging by the smug grin that had followed.) Natalia had made the observation that he really did live to annoy her aloud, the grin spreading wider on Chris’s face when she scoffed at him.

During the entire ten plus minutes of sailing around the makeshift world, he had sung along to the recording like an obnoxious child with selective hearing, long enough for her to be certain she would be hearing the tune in the afterlife.

Everyone on the crowded boat had enjoyed his performance, though – laughing and even chiming in…including Natalia. She couldn’t help it. No matter how much he purposely did things to earn a groan and receive the annoyed twitch of her eyebrows, she – unfortunately – still loved the ridiculous moron.

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Mona’s Book

Before Mona was “fake murdered,” she was laying in her bed reading a book called Le Grand Meaulnes, written by French author Alain-Fournier. The writers often give us clues about the story-line through props, so I decided to do some research on this book and it was VERY interesting. 

I decided to do an in-depth summary and analysis of the book and its connections/parallels to Pretty Little Liars. 

François Seurel is the narrator of the book. His father is the director of a school in a small village in France, where Francois is studying to become a TEACHER. 

Below is a photo of the schoolhouse from the book…

Very similar to Radley Sanitarium….

A mysterious boy joins Francois’ class, named Augustin Meaulnes. One night, Meaulness went to pick up Fracois’ grandparents in a carraige. The next day the carriage returns but Meaulnes is nowhere to be found.

Meaulnes returns 3 days later wearing a marquis under his school uniform and acting strange. 

Meaulnes tells Francois what happened:
As he left home to pick up Francois’s grandparents he got lost and his HORSE ran away. He hurt his knee and decided to rest for the night in an abandoned sheep pen. In the morning he began walking again until he came to a mysterious estate where a magical costume party was being prepared. HE SEES WOMEN IN OLD FASHIONED CLOTHES. 

Two men invite him to join the MASQUERADE BALL. Meaulnes disguised himself as a marquis.

Meaulness finds out that the party is being held for the son of the manor, Frantz de Galais, and his fiancé Valentine.

But Frantz arrives alone, and announces that Valentine no longer wants to marry him. He is heartbroken. He leaves the estate in despair with a note saying he is going to kill himself. 

Meaulnes discovers a room where a young woman is PLAYING THE PIANO. She is Frantz’s sister, Yvonne. 

Early the next morning he follows Yvonne ON TO A BOAT and they talk for the first time. He falls madly in love with her. Yvonne tells him not to follow her.

As Meaulnes gets into a carriage to go back home, he hears a gunshot and sees someone carrying a body. 

Francois and Meaulnes decide to draw a map to try to find the mysterious estate. 

One night they hear strange noises outside and go to investigate. They find a gypsy boy with a BANDAGE AROUND HIS HEAD and steals their map.

The following day the gypsy boy joins their class as a student and quickly becomes best friends with Francois and Meaulnes. He gives the stolen map back to Meaulnes with the missing parts now filled in. The three swear their allegiance to each other and the gypsy tells Meaulnes that Yvonne is in PARIS.  


At the end of the performance, the young gypsy pulls away his bandages revealing his identity as Frantz de Galais, Yvonne’s brother.

Ali’s “brother” Charles…….

A number of robberies have occurred throughout the village and the police arrive the next morning to arrest Frantz and his friend Ganache, but they leave just before the police arrive and Meaulnes loses the only hope he has of finding the mysterious castle where the party was held.

Meaulnes goes to Paris to try to find Yvonne but sends Francois a letter saying Yvonne is already married.
A year and a half later, Meaulnes has still not returned, but Francois happens to find the address of the mysterious property. He contacts his uncle who lives in the village and finds out that Yvonne was never married. François meets Yvonne and learns that she has been in love with Meaulnes all these years. 

Francois’ aunt tells him a strange story. One night last winter, as she was coming back from a party, she came upon a young woman in distress. She helped her and brought her to her home. The woman then left for Paris. 

Francois’ uncle decides to throw a party and invites Meaulnes, Yvonne and François. At the party, Meaulnes finally sees Yvonne again. Although he is happy to see her, he realizes that nothing will be the same as it was before. 

He questions Yvonne at length and learns that not only has the old manor been demolished (RADLEY WAS CHANGED INTO A HOTEL), but that in order to pay Franz’s debts, the family had to sell the boats and horses which Meaulnes remembered from the party. 

Meaulnes falls into a destructive NOSTALGIA.

That night, through his tears he asks Yvonne to marry him.

Meaulnes and Yvonne get engaged and are married. On the day of the wedding they hear Frantz wailing in despair because he still has not found his fiancé Valentine. He reminds Meaulnes of their childhood friendship pledge to always help one another.  Despite his love for his new bride, Yvonne, Meaulnes decides to leave with Frantz the next day in order to help him find Valentine. Yvonne remains home alone and François becomes her confidant and tries to comfort her.

The following year, Yvonne gives birth to a baby girl. She becomes sick, however, and dies of a cerebral embolism without ever having seen Meaulnes again. François moves into the estate and tries to figure out why Meaulnes really left.
A few months later, Francois finds Meaulnes’ diary, and discovers what happened to Meaulnes when he went to Paris to search for Yvonne.

While searching for Yvonne, Meaulnes met a young woman and seduced her. 

He later discovers that the woman is Valentine, Frantz’s fiancée. He felt horrible about his betrayal to Frantz and drove Valentine away rudely. 

Later, feeling guilty about his treatment of her, he tried to find Valentine, but she was already gone.

In order to make amends to Frantz and Valentine, Meaulnes leaves Yvonne the day after his marriage to help Frantz find Valentine. 

They return one year later, with Frantz and Valentine married. 

Meaulnes takes his daughter and disappears forever, leaving François alone. The book ends with François musing “And I imagine him, in the night, wrapping his daughter in his coat, ready to take her on new adventures”.

As you can see there are COUNTLESS parallels to PLL. Very interesting…

Thanks for reading. Hope you all enjoyed!

Katie’s Fanfiction Recommendations! (UsUk)

   Hello! I know I don’t have many followers at the moment, 17 in fact, but for those who do follow or see this post in the tags, I have some fanfics for you! Really, it’s self-explanatory. (All of these are from my Fanfiction.net favorite stories list) If any links don’t work, tell me and I’ll fix them in a jiffy!

Anglo Cats!  -They say pets take after their owners, and so was the hero’s cat. This is a series of drabbles about England and America and their cat version. Ongoing. Nekotalia!UsUk Author:  Nymphh

Cages - AU Alfred has spent too long in his own personal a Hell and now he’s losing his mind, but maybe going crazy isn’t so bad when you have as active an imagination as Alfred, and who knows, if he tries hard enough, maybe he can imagine his way to a different reality. Ongoing Author: LafieTries 

Hey Hey Neighbor! - 2p!UsUk AU Allen has new neighbors, and he wants nothing to do with any of them, mostly the creepy ass teenager named Oliver. 2p usuk! Side ship: Red velvet pancakes :3 T for swearing and shit, also Al and his filthy mind, no sex or anything of the sort just Al lusting after Ollie-bolly-trolly. Ongoing (FYI I’m copy/pasting the summaries in…) Author:  Tweenta13

Liberty -Arthur had run off with Francis, and left him behind, crumpled and broken. At the announcement of their upcoming marriage, Alfred loses himself and commits suicide for all the world to see. Arthur, weighed down by guilt, attempts to perform an act of good will, and save Alfred from the place for the damned. Past UkUs, Present FrUk, Character death, Suicide, Snapped!America. Ongoing Author: Mochi Shutdown

Like it Or Not - AU. Eventual UKxUS. Unpopular, overweight, nerdy, and bullied, high school junior Alfred F. Jones is slowly reaching the end of his rope. Arthur Kirkland, a senior, has nearly everything his heart desires…except a love life. When the spark is lit, Arthur is determined to make Alfred his. After all, he always gets what he wants. Complete. (Personal Favorite. You’ll love it) Author: Celestial Clusters

Estranged - They were all brainwashed products of an unrealistic society, planning their lives around a dumb clock forever fused with their bodies; or it was until they found their “soul mate” anyway. Alfred knew better. Soulmate AU! Complete. Author:  S.E. Mellark

Of Alphas and Omegas Alfred and his friends are the epitome of what it means to be Alpha until they each find themselves having trouble winning over their choice of Omega. Will they be able to capture the heart of their respective loves and keep them? Or will it go unrequited? The path to love never did run smooth. Omegaverse. Usuk, Gerita, Rochu, Pruaus, Franada, Spamano Other minor pairings. Complete. Author: Fangirls Revenge

A Prelude to Independence - NSFW The Doctor tells Arthur of a disruption in the timeline of the past that must be corrected else the future will not be the same. Arthur is the only one who can do it, however not everything goes exactly as planned. Alfred was just suppose to confess to him, not screw his brains out! Time travel fic! :) :) Author: PixieDust291

Trapped in Darkness - Alfred has been living with a disability for nearly 200 years since that day. He is trapped in darkness. Will he be able to endure when the World finds out his closely guarded secret? USUK/UKUS with hinted PruCan. Complete. Author: 9foxgrl

Never According to Plan All Arthur Kirkland wanted to do was get through high school with straight A’s. All Alfred F. Jones wanted to do was teach a normal history class. But we all things never turn out like they should. Student!Arthur x teacher! Alfred. Rated T for language. Complete. Author: SweeneyOCD98

The Magic Stone - Thirteen-year-old Arthur hated going to the hospital. Its white and colourless, smells like antiseptic and the food sucks. Alfred, an eleven-year-old boy recently admitted in the same hospital, has a special way of making the place fun and wants to share it with his new friend. A tale of how a cheerful boy with a stone brought a little light to Arthur’s dark life. This fic made me cry. Complete. Author: IllusionaryMagician

Spirits - NSFW Alfred Jones is a typical high school jock. He just wants to fit in and be popular. But his priorities begin to change when he befriends Arthur Kirkland, a lonely boy whose life has always been plagued by spirits. Complete. Author: briaranise

For His Queen -Madness touches Spades. Cardverse; Gore Oneshot Author: Zo One

Foxfire - NSFW In folklore, foxes are said to be powerful trickster spirits who use their magic for all manner of things. Alfred has been having some rather strange dreams ever since the accident in the woods when he was just a child. An accident he doesn’t remember. His dreams all seem to revolve around one thing, a man with emerald eyes seducing him late at night in the darkness of a forest. Personal Favorite. Complete. Author: PixieDust291 

Beauty of Unseeing - Arthur Kirkland is a man content in life, a man who can see beauty, even if his eyesight was never there. Alfred Jones doesn’t understand Arthur’s sense of beauty whatsoever, but he’s willing to learn. Oneshot Personal Favorite. Author:  Cygrus

Tailspin - After a rather harsh fight, Alfred storms off and Arthur starts to worry. Alfred doesn’t return to the flat, or even answer his roommate’s calls, and to top everything off, a stray cat has appeared at Arthur’s doorstep. One-shot Author:  Iggycat (One of my favorite fanfic authors.)

Once Upon A Dream - NSFW Two souls are trapped in a true love separated by hundreds of years. Written for Day 13 of the USUK Summer Camp 2012. USUK, Crazy dreams!AU Oneshot! (I absolutely love this fic) Author: Bukkunkun

The Art of Giving Hope - America travels back in time to just after the last battle of the revolution. There he finds a certain British blonde, still curled up in the rain. Oneshot Author: animeloveramy

My Soulmate - Twelve-year-old Arthur decides to try a spell to find out the identity of his soulmate. Hints at USUK in the future but they’re just kids at the moment. Oneshot. It’s adorable. Author:  Teenage Mouse

Today Is Also Raining - England’s relationship with the rain and an overbearing idiot through the centuries. Very Light UsUk. Oneshot Author: LovelyToMeetYou

An Honorable Mention of a Non-Hetalia Fanfiction, But Still Very Good. (AKA An Attack on Titan EreRi/Riren Fic that makes you tear up in the end.) 

Electroshock - 1950’s Asylum fic: Eren wasn’t supposed to be there. He wasn’t supposed to be locked up with his life in shreds, and he certainly wasn’t supposed to fall in love. Not when he should have been more focused on how to get over that stupid fence… “Welcome to Sina Asylum.” Sixteen Chapters of Completed EreRi Beauty. My all-time favorite SnK fic Author: ValorTheory

  I sincerely hope you enjoy these. Like I said, if a link doesn’t work, please tell me and I’ll fix it right away.!


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Summary: A 2k14 RaphxLeo fic focusing on the up’s and down’s of their relationship. Will mostly have one-shots for chapters, and some multi-parts. [Smut and/or fluff in some chapters, drama/angst in others. No character death.]

Author: MidoriEyes

Rating: Explicit (for language and smut)

Pairing: Raph/Leo

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Leo and Raph have a little team workout that only two overgrown mutants could pull off. :)


~:~ One-on-One ~:~

“Would you rather walk on hot coals, or a bed of needles?”

“Mmm… hot coals.”

“Wow, really? Even if it meant third degree burns?”

“I can take the heat. Better than a bunch of needles tickling my feet.”

“Pfft. Okay, Batman. Your right arm isn’t extending all the way when you come up - even it out.”

“Quit shiftin’ around and that won’t happen.”

Raphael tightened his lips and sucked in a steady rush of air as he brought the bar down on his clavicle, allowing it to kiss the patch of skin that had grown rough and discolored after so many years of weight-lifting. As he exhaled on the thrust, a single bead of sweat slid down to tickle his upper lip. Raph’s tongue swiped at the salty drop, further reminding him of how thirsty he actually was.

“Fuel me,” he said after locking his arms, the weight above him teetering ever so slightly.

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