like it was a never ending routine for him

Paper Hearts (Part 14)

Originally posted by tbhobi

Genre: Angst/fluff

♡ Pairing: Reader x Jungkook // Reader x Jimin

♡ Length: 5.1k

♡ Summary: It has been nearly a year since you started writing anonymous letters to Jungkook, giving him words of encouragement behind the thin mask of a paper. He never considered you as a possible suspect behind these letters, because you were nothing more than a best friend. And you couldn’t put all the blame on him either, after all, you were too afraid to confess in fear of tarnishing your precious friendship.

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Jung Sewoon Enemies to Lovers Scenario!

I’ve sort of morphed together two anon requests to create my first Sewoon scenario, enjoy! (You + Jung Sewoon)

  • You and Sewoon were both music majors in college at a competitive music college that accepted very few students
  • You were majoring in piano performance, Sewoon was majoring in music composition
  • Sewoon was your senior at the school, and he was relatively famous at the school for being in a band and composing songs for others at the school and artists
  • In the band, he played guitar and sang, making him the “face” of the group, leading to widespread popularity
  • Because of this, you already knew exactly who he was before even getting accepted to the school
  • However, you (and pretty much everyone else) didn’t have any actual information on his personality outside of his music skills and band persona
  • He was relatively quiet in the classroom, only seen talking with his best friends Jaehwan, Youngmin, and Donghyun
  • (Sewoon and Jaehwan were actually caught wildly giggling together in class once, a rumor that had spread around the school earlier that year)
  • Basically anything that Sewoon did was talked about, but he didn’t really do anything about the attention
  •  You had gone through your freshman year without many problems, it was a pretty normal year
  • So when you returned to school for sophomore year, the last thing you expected was to find that your dorm room assignment was right across the hall from Sewoon and Jaehwan
  • Like you open your door and bAM thats their room ! ! 
  • You were pretty nervous at first about this situation, because lets be real who wouldn’t be… the two were practically celebrities at the school (Jaehwan was highly regarded by the students because of his stellar performance on a singing variety show)
  • It was really cool at first, being so close to Sewoon and Jaehwan on a daily basis, even though you never talked to them lol (I mean, they were practically celebrities at this point)
  • You would always greet them politely, though, at least at the beginning of the school year
  • But that got old FAST
  • The long nights of singing and guitar strumming quickly turned from interesting to heLLISH
  • Like how are you supposed to sleep if the two decide to sing the Jurassic Park theme on repeat at 3 in the morning
  • Soon, you were absolutely tired of the both of them (physically and mentally), and after holding back for weeks, you finally ended up bursting one night when they just wouldn’t stop singing: this time it was Sewoon doing impressions and Jaehwan maniacally laughing in response
  • So in a matter of seconds, you immediately switched from being some harmless neighbor to psYCHO BITCH and gave the two roommates a piece of your mind
  • It really was a frightening sight: you screaming at the top of your lungs in a ginormous t-shirt, your hair going every which way, a consequence of rolling around in bed for hours
  • Jaehwan immediately apologized, but you didn’t hear Sewoon mutter under his breath “this is a music school, what do you expect”
  • (good thing you didn’t hear that, or who knows what would have happened)
  • Anyway you thought it would be all fine and dandy after that, as you headed into your room, but as you closed your door you heard Jaehwan being the idiot he is, claiming that your hair looked like Chewbacca if he “walked straight into a hurricane”
  • You whipped the door back open to scream some more, only to come face to face with Sehwan’s closed door
  • You sighed and gave up, climbing up to your bed to attempt to save the last hours of sleep you had left
  • The next morning, before heading to classes, you met Sewoon in the hall outside your door coincidentally
  • Not the best timing; you were still pissed at the whole Chewbacca thing
  • “Ah, (Y/N), good morning… I see you’ve… improved your hairstyle”, he greeted you, unable to hold back a mischievous smile at his own “joke”
  • It was the first time he had ever called you by your name, but you weren’t starstruck at all; if anything this comment worsened your mood
  • You didn’t have it in you to respond, and just blankly stared at him before walking away
  • Your anger subsided throughout the day, but when you returned back to your dorm in the evening, you were greeted with the undeniably pleasant but to you, angering sounds of a strumming guitar and a quiet voice
  • You dumped your backpack in your room and immediately walked over to Sehwan’s room, banging on the door
  • “It hasn’t even been one day, can y’all just stop fucking playing for one second??” you screamed at the closed door, once again looking like a crazy person
  • “Or can you just go play in a practice room or a common room or literally anywhere el–” you continued, your rant suddenly coming to a stop when the door opened, revealing a calm-looking Sewoon, his soft eyes meeting your gaze
  • You were taken aback: based on looks alone, he really could be a rockstar or a boyband member or a solo artist or a CEO or a male model the possibilities are endless
  • Just like that, your anger was drifting away (Sewoon is Powerful), and it took all your might to keep a stern face
  • But that didn’t last long, when Sewoon finally spoke
  • “(Y/N). You realize this is a music school, right? Am I not allowed to practice in my room? This is for my career as well. Think about that,” he calmly said, closing the door
  • You were unable to respond to that, but still angry: just because it’s a music school doesn’t mean they have to play at night every day… right?
  • Your mind ran wild with insults and angry justifications for his behavior: He really let the “fame” get to his head, didn’t he. His band’s songs are lame anyways, whatever… 
  • But for the next month or so, your sleep was interrupted every day in the wee hours of the morning, after a few quiet hours from 10pm to then
  • Jaehwan and Sewoon thought you would be asleep by then, and resumed their practicing/singing/screaming
  • At first, you would confront the two every day, but after seeing absolutely no change (“we thought you were asleep sorry”), you just bought a pair of noise-cancelling headphones, which seemed to do the job (despite how uncomfortable it was sleeping with them on)
  • Other than those few meetings, you never met with Sewoon – the two of you just mutually and individually decided that talking with the other would not result in anything good
  • Jaehwan seemed politer though, and you always met him with a smile
  • But one night at the end of the first semester, you were surprised to hear a knock on your door – a switch from the times when you always used to bang on Sehwan’s door
  • You were getting ready to sleep, and opened your door… who was disturbing your nighttime routine?
  • It was Sewoon, looking like he hadn’t slept in days, looking like a crazy musician, and your expression immediately turned unpleasant
  • You were prepared to argue with him about whatever he had to say but fighting was apparently the last thing on his mind
  • “(Y/N), Jaehwan’s not here and I really need someone to run this piano verse by for an assignment due tomorrow; I need to experiment with the guitar while I hear it in the background, can you please help me I really urgently need this or I wouldn’t be asking” he rambled, some of his words completely incoherent
  • And how could you be angry at that? For the first time he looked not like this star of the school but instead like a normal college sleep-deprived kid, and you had to admit that was adorable
  • “Yeah, sure, let’s make it quick though,” you said, as he lead you into his room
  • “Sorry about the mess, I’ve kind of been busy lately,” Sewoon muttered as the two of you stepped around his strewn-about clothes and cans of energy drinks
  • You sat at the piano, where Sewoon set a piece of handwritten sheet music on its stand
  • Sewoon grabbed his guitar and sat on the bench, right next to you, your knees meeting under the piano
  • “Sorry about that (Y/N), I’d like to see the music as well,”
  • “It… it’s fine,” you mumbled, the words tumbling out of your mouth as a blush coated your cheeks: the position you two were in was… innocent but intimate
  • “Okay, you can start now,” Sewoon’s soft voice snapping you out of your daze
  • You began to sightread the music, and Sewoon’s guitar jumped out with random notes and chords, melting the sounds of both into a beautiful mixture that satisfied your ears
  • “Oh (Y/N), stop there hold on one second,” Sewoon breathed, grabbing a nearby pen and paper before he started furiously writing notes and rhythms
  • You were shocked at the sight: he really was a true musician, a genius even, and you didn’t understand the amount of effort he put into his songwriting until now
  • He asked you to play again suddenly, and he would pluck out the tune again in perfect harmony
  • At times he made you play a part over and over again before deciding if it was good enough, shocking you with how caring he was about a single measure, a perfectionist indeed
  • This pattern kept on going for hours: Sewoon asking you to play and then telling you to stop when inspiration hit him
  • Time flew by, and you had no idea how much fun you were having – sometimes you added in your own little flairs to the piece, causing Sewoon to add the bits he liked into the music permanently
  • Despite how much you two had despised one another, you made a good team 
  • Sometimes your arms would bang on one another’s while playing, causing the both of you to laugh when wrong notes were hit as a result
  • You really felt yourself enjoying the time you spent with him: as a performer, you practiced a lot, but you had never experienced how much creativity it took to write music
  • He wasn’t just this incredibly beautiful and popular guy: he was talented and hardworking as well, and you felt the respect for him welling up inside of you
  • In the middle of the morning, Sewoon was finally finished with his writing
  • “Thanks so much for your help (Y/N), I would’ve been up all night if it weren’t for you… it’s so much more time efficient when I don’t have to play both parts,”
  • “It’s no problem,” you mumbled back, glancing shyly at Sewoon in response
  • You two stared at each other for a moment, still right next to each other on the bench, before Sewoon’s gaze snapped away and broke the silence
  • “It’s already 2, you should get back to your room,”
  • What?? 2??? Already?? I haven’t even been here that long, you thought, before checking your phone and gasping in shock, making Sewoon laugh
  • You had given up your precious sleep to be with him, and for some reason you weren’t mad at all about that
  • You stood up, ready to leave, but the thoughts you’d been having escaped your mind and out your mouth
  • “That was actually kinda fun, sorry I stayed so late… if you need help in the future just let me know,” you said, immediately getting embarrassed at your own words
  • Sewoon hit you with that charming smile, replying that “it was fun, nighttime is actually when I write best, so this isn’t late for me, no worries”
  • “Oh that’s why you–” you began, realizing that all those noises at the middle of the night were literally Sewoon composing like he had been today
  • You felt like an asshole and quickly bid him goodnight before escaping his room and jumping on your bed to attempt to sleep
  • But even though it was the middle of the night, much past your bedtime, you couldn’t seem to stop your mind from racing and your heart from beating about what had just happened
  • From then on, instead of meeting Sewoon with a glare or ignoring him completely when you saw him, you would subconsciously sneak glances at him or smile or blush and get all fluffy inside
  • You two would actually talk sometimes now, making Jaehwan completely confused on what changed the relationship between the two of you so dramatically
  • You suddenly didn’t mind the nighttime music sessions, and you actually found yourself falling asleep to the sounds of Sewoon and Jaehwan’s voices singing together
  • You weren’t sure if you two were friends now and didn’t know if you should approach him again or what
  • But about a week later, Sewoon approached you himself, thanking you for your help and letting you know that he had aced the assignment
  • You envied his being able to come talk to you like it was nothing (but little did you know that Sewoon had been looking for an excuse to talk to you again after that night
  • “Oh, I’m glad everything worked out, you really worked very hard on that”
  • “Thanks, I couldn’t have done it without your help, (Y/N),”
  • *cue awkward silence of twiddling fingers and stealing glances at one another
  • “Uh, so to repay you for that, if you want I can help you learn some guitar, it seemed like you were really interested that night,” Sewoon coughed out, nervously glancing at you (looking like a complete 180 (or 360 as ong would say) from his confidence-exuding stage presence)
  • “Oh, y-yeah sure that sounds fine, I mean I’d really like that,” you replied, this whole situation not making it any easier for you to focus
  • “Okay, Jaehwan won’t be here again tonight so just pop in when you’re free?”
  • “Sure, yeah, will do,” you replied, the both of you standing there for another second before waving goodbye and walking in different directions
  • For the rest of that day you couldn’t stop thinking about your meeting/lesson/date thing with Sewoon (what was it??) and zoomed back to your dorm after classes, stressing about what to wear and how you looked before giving up and settling for your normal sleep outfit
  • Don’t get ahead of yourself, (Y/N)
  • You had no idea how you had gone from hating this guy to now… whatever you felt about him, but either way you weren’t thinking about it
  • That evening, you knocked on Sewoon’s door, and he opened it for your eyes to be greeted with a completely cleaned room
  • “Wow, Sewoon, you clean up well,”
  • “I assume you mean the room, not me,” Sewoon laughed back at you, as you finally looked at him, wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants lol
  • “You look really good too,” you let out accidentally, mentally kicking yourself as you caught Sewoon’s smile at your response, teasingly raising his eyebrows
  • The two of you walked into his room, Sewoon telling you to take a seat on his bed because that’d be the most comfortable place for you two to sit
  • He grabbed his guitar and sat next to you on the bed, immediately placing his guitar into your hands
  • “Uh, Sewoon, isn’t this your guitar,” you whispered nervously: it must be incredibly expensive, Sewoon was known for being extremely attached to and taking perfect care of his instruments
  • “It’s fine, (Y/N), I trust you, for now…” he replied, poking you
  • He started by teaching you the strings of the guitar and how to hold it, his fingers occasionally brushing yours, and his arm purposefully holding yours to demonstrate how to carry it
  • You felt his chest softly pressing against your shoulder and part of your back, and you thought that there was no way you would be focusing on the actual lesson
  • After that though, Sewoon let you play by yourself, you quickly picking up easy tunes like twinkle twinkle little star and hot cross buns (aw)
  • Your “lesson” thing lasted about an hour, and you actually started learning well – Sewoon was a great teacher
  • The lessons became a regular occurrence, happening most nights if not all, at the same time every day: Sewoon claimed that Jaehwan had an activity every night during that time anyway, so it’d be fine for you to come over
  • (what you didn’t know was Jaehwan was banished to a practice room or Youngmin/Donghyun’s room every night per instruction of Sewoon SLKDFJ LOL)
  • Sometimes your meetings would morph into a jam session, with you either playing like a n00b on the guitar or like a virtuoso on the piano, the both of you having a lot of fun together
  • One day Jaehwan got tired of having to wait forever to leave you two alone, and crashed your party, screaming “JUST DATE ALREADY WHY SHOULD I HAVE TO SUFFER FOR THIS”
  • “Wait, why are you suffering, Jaehwan,” you asked, unknowing of the situation
  • “SEWOON KEEPS KICKING ME OUT SO THAT HE CAN BE WITH YOU BECAUSE HE WON’T JUST TELL YOU ALREADY THAT HE–” Jaehwan exploded before Sewoon tackled him out of the room, slapping a hand over Jaehwan’s mouth, closing and hardlocking the door so that Jaehwan couldn’t even get in with his key LOL
  • “Sorry about that, (Y/N), I was going to tell you eventually but I guess he pretty much did the job for me,” Sewoon mumbled, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck
  • “I am honestly so confused right now, I barely could hear what was going on, Jaehwan honestly just seems psychotic,” you replied
  • “Oh, well…” Sewoon started, grasping one of your hands, “it’s pretty obvious but we’ve been spending a lot of time together and you’re a really good musician and really cute and I like you a lot,” Sewoon spewed out, as you stared in awe at his blushing face
  • He looks… adorable.
  • “UGH FINALLY!” Jaehwan screamed from outside the door (he must be listening lol), but the both of you ignored him (hah take that psycho)
  • “oh- oh? You do?” was all you managed to get out
  • “I mean, if you don’t like me that’s completely fine, I don’t have a problem with continuing to teach you guitar, I’ll just have to charge you now,” Sewoon laughed out, attempting at a joke as he let go of your hand
  • But instinctively you grabbed his hand with the both of yours
  • “No– no! That’s totally not it I mean I really like you too you’re practically a musical genius and you’re really nice to me even though I treated you like an asshole at first and–,” you awkwardly rambled, Sewoon cutting your words off by pulling you tightly into a hug
  • You expected him to say something, but all Sewoon was giggle like a fool and unlock the door for Jaehwan with one of his hands
  • “Hyung you can come in now,” letting Jaehwan fling open the door to find the two of you all cuddled up on one another
  • “EW I’M LEAVING THAT’S SO GROSS GET AWAY FROM ME” Jaehwan screamed, leaving the two of you alone again, laughing at whatever the hell just happened in the past 10 minutes
  • And that was that: you and Sewoon had somehow transformed from enemies to lovers
  • Lots of music dates, you willingly compromised your sleeping schedule to play music with Sewoon, sometimes writing your own
  • Guitar lessons continued, but… they became less innocent than before (I’ll let you decide what that should mean heh)
  • Nighttime karaoke was not unusual, and Jaehwan couldn’t resist participating
  • The two of you learned from one another, and brought different perspectives to writing and playing
  • You supported him at his concerts #1 fan lol and he always came to your piano performances 
  • so darn cuTe yay
  • Music truly does bring people together :’)))

Originally posted by sweetiezjj

A/N: OMG this ended up way longer than I thought it would. Must be because I tried to incorporate both requests LOL whooops

also ahHH I feel so bad for not posting more in the past few days – I had to finish up exit presentations for my job but NOW I’M FREE for the most part so I promise to be a good admin and finish up all these requests! Thanks for your patience once again!!


Characters: Y/N (reader), Jensen Ackles, fleeting OCs,

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: mention of bullying, implied smut (very very light)     

Word Count: 2200ish

A/N: This is 1 out of my 13 entries for @mamapeterson / @mrs-squirrel-chester’s Album Fanfiction Challenge where I chose the album “Smoke and Mirrors” by Imagine Dragons. The song prompt for this fic is: Summer

I could share some thoughts with you I had pre writing this fic, but I’d rather let you read it and form your own opinions and maybe share my thought process later if any of you should be interested.

Betaed by my sassy sweet lil sis @mysupernaturalfics 

 ***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

You had been tossing and turning all night long. Usually this day of the year was spent crying your eyes out, knowing that you would hardly see him again until next summer, but this year you had spend it thinking about the life you had and the life you could have.

Jensen Ackles had been your friend and protector all through life. In middle school you were the girl that liked to sit and draw rather than go play sports with your classmates. In high school you prefered to sit alone in the cafeteria in listening to music, sketching in your notebook, while he was the boy that was always surrounded by a huge group of people. He was a popular kid, but not mean because of it.

Actually, you were sure he was the sole reason why you got through your school years without ever really being bullied. Having him wink at you as he passed your table, where you always sat drawing and listening to music, keeping away from the noise that was high school. He stopped and talked to you by your lockers or teamed up with you in the classes you were in together whenever the teacher demanded you to do group work. You weren’t sure if he knew what he was doing, keeping you safe by interacting with you, or if it was simply just who he was.  

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I’ve had a long week mental stuff wise so Victor+Yuuri headcanon dump talking about mental health stuff. this turned into a monster of meta. 


  • The first time Victor wakes up to Yuuri curled up at the edge of the bed whimpering he freaks out.  Victor’s instinct is to hold him close but Yuuri jerks away (probably without thinking) and curls tighter. Victor ends up staying awake even after Yuuri finally falls asleep. 
  • The next morning they talk about it, and Yuuri admits to having nightmares that sometimes trigger a panic attack in his sleep. How when that happens Victor should slowly wake him up (never jerk/shake him awake.) and touch him as little as possible until he’s awake. 
  • During attacks Yuuri hates being touched. It ties into the being weak thing, but he also feels hyper sensitive/surrounded afterwards and being wrapped up in someone’s arms is likely to trigger another panic attack. 
  • The first few times (He has 2 more attacks in Hasetsu and one a week into living in St. Petersburg.) Victor feels useless because he isn’t great at talking things out and is very physical, but the last thing he wants to do is make it worse. (Cough Cup of China Flashbacks Cough) so he slowly gets used to it, and 6 months into living at Saint Petersburg he’s perfected it into a science. 
  • Repeat Yuuri’s name steadily getting louder. See if he wants to be touched or left alone. If left alone, make him something warm to drink. (Nothing with caffeine though.) wait for him to come to you. Skip out on morning warm up since he’ll be exhausted/grouchy the next day.

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Dating Reggie Mantle Would Include...

Originally posted by riverdalebish

  • you’d meet at a party for sure
  • Reggie would be drunk off his ass and try to flirt with you 
  • low-key being turned on when you flat out reject him
  • at first he’d try the whole cliched football, popular jock routine on you but it wouldn’t work
  • but you’d get partnered up to work on a project and he would find himself eventually acting like himself in front of you
  • and he’d totally fall in love with you in the process
  • you would realise how funny and genuine he actually is and that was what would make you fall for him too
  • being real you’d probably be a river vixen 
  • being a total power couple at school 
  • wearing his letterman jacket and flat caps ALL THE TIME
  • him not liking the fact you’re friends with Betty and co.
  • you forcing him to hang out with them 
  • “don’t you find it weird that Jughead never takes his beanie off though?”
  • “it’s all part of his dark and brooding image - you get used to it.” 
  • eventually he finds himself really liking all of your friends
  • which makes you love him even more
  • helping him with homework 
  • him helping you with deciding on cheerleading routines
  • “nah babe I reckon ditch the extra twirl at the end”
  • always making him shave off his stubble cause you hate the way it gives you a rash around your mouth
  • him getting insanely jealous 24/7
  • him breaking ties with Chuck because he keeps hitting on you
  • you getting just as jealous though
  • both of you have no problem with showing PDA at school to let people know you’re both off limits
  • you low-key do it whenever Cheryl and her minions are around 
  • sneaky ass grabs 
  • under the bleachers make out sessions just before a big game 
  • him taking your virginity but him not being a virgin cause man hoe life
  • post game celebrations at Pops 
  • wearing his jacket after the game cause you want people to know how proud you are to be dating the Reggie Mantle
  • which always leads to him getting insanely turned on 
  • which leads to more post game celebrations at home
  • S E X  A L L  T H E  T I M E 
  • passionate sex 
  • jealous and rough sex (the most common one)
  • hair pulling - always
  • you’ve definitely had sex in the locker rooms at least once 
  • post game shower sex is definitely a thing too 
  • lying in bed together and just talking for hours
  • “what do you reckon Jughead hides under that beanie?” 
  • “Shut up reg.”      
  • him always reminding you how beautiful you are
  • you guys are definitely one of those super corny couples
  • but only in private
  • you guys are super nonchalant at school about your relationship though
  • but everyone sees right through it and knows you’re crazy about each other 
  • everyone secretly shipping both of you so hard 
  • even the teachers 
  • his parents totally adore you too
  • and your mum loves him but your dad is still a bit unsure because he knows how jocks can be 
  • him always thinking of the most thoughtful gifts 
  • him always listening to everything you say and you getting surprised when he remembers something that you said like three weeks ago
  • him being obsessed with your laugh 
  • like you’ll giggle and he’ll just stare like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen
  • you still getting super nervous around him sometimes because that’s just what he does to you
  • always giving him passionate kisses 
  • loving to just spoon together for hours 
  • Reggie always wondering how the hell he got so lucky to find you 
  • not seeing a future without him
  • getting into a fight because you find out you want to go to different collages 
  • knowing that no matter where you go, or if you get separated, the two of you will always find a way back to each other
My Only Sunshine || Min Yoongi

Originally posted by yooingi

Word Count: 1.7k (I know it’s short but it was either I make it really short or really long)

Genre: Angst *sweats* Fluff *sweats more* flangst (is that a thing?)

His smile was something not many people got to see. It was buried under thick layers of hatred and walls made of steel. It was almost impossible for anybody to tell who he really was. It was impossible to bring those walls down at all.

But there was one person in the world, who in a short time had managed to change who he was as a man. Someone who had managed to break a hole in his walls and slip through. Peeled back those layers and took a look at the man who was truly broken. Someone who the rest of the world had pushed aside for too long. And she managed to break the curse, of the man who had been turned into a monster.

Back then, Yoongi would have done nothing more than brush everyone aside and complain that the world was full of idiots. He wouldn’t fail to pass his hatred on, making everyone afraid to talk to him.

Yoongi called it honesty, the rest of the world called it cruelty.

It didn’t faze him when people called him mean anymore. It seemed to be just another layer that he would add onto the already growing amount. He didn’t seem to have many friends either so there was no one to convince him that maybe things would be okay if he just took a break.

But that wasn’t who he was. It was common for Yoongi to continue doing things until it was crushing down on him. The one friend he had, Hoseok, was the reason for his inclusion in society.

Many people had to do a double take when they saw the angry man with the literal walking ball of sunshine. They couldn’t believe that someone as dark and mean as Yoongi, was able to even talk to someone as radiating as Hoseok.

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Okay listen, guys.

We’ve currently got 5 Yuri!! On Ice episodes out, and like in all my moments of solitude recently, I’ve been thinking about the show. And quite suddenly, something hit me. There are all these speculations about how it will all end, will Viktor stay/go, will Yuuri follow, will they become a couple, will the fans get an actual kiss? And tbh, as much as I like to think about it, there is just no way to know. It could go in any direction, there’s no way to tell. 

But then, I remembered something from the first episode, and I ended up putting together this theory/prediction, that I’m actually really excited about because it seems likely!

I’m sure you all recall Viktor’s performance of  ‘Stay Close to Me’

Which we see Minako comment on.

She says this and then comments on how the performance would suit a more naive man, which we all agree to be Yuuri. 

The program ‘Stay Close to Me’ is a plea to a lover, a desperate appeal to one special person to remain by your side. Since Viktor isn’t known to have a special someone when he skates this, only many many fans, the song doesn’t quite have that personal touch.

But as he skates, we have Yuuri back in Japan doing the same routine.

We don’t see the routine fully skated either by just Victor or Yuuri. We see parts of the routine performed by each of them, and since they’re performed identically (as Yuko says) we can assume that what we see Viktor do, Yuuri is doing it too, and what Yuuri does, Viktor is skating that as well.

So I invite you to look at this part:

Originally posted by n5fw

Yuuri skates this section of ‘Stay Close to Me’ right by the rink side, directly at Yuko, the only person there.

He skates this routine in honour of his childhood friend, who he most likely had a crush on at some point. Someone who supported his skating and who in a way introduced him to Viktor, through his skating. When Yuuri finished the performance, he says ‘I wanted to get my love for skating back. I thought I could remember how it was when I copied Viktor with you.’

Yuuri admitted at the beginning of the first ep that he wanted to meet Viktor as an equal. Viktor has always been very important to him, and skating his routines with Yuko was always a way for Yuuri to feel closer to him. 

So the song ‘Stay Close to Me’ that Yuuri skated was directed at Yuko the person in the rink, but it represented his feelings for Viktor and skating  (as the two were completely intertwined, I believe). 

That was the difference from when Viktor performed it. I think he saw and understood this when he watched the video of Yuuri skating online, his body making music. 

Now, let’s go back to the very beginning of Yuri!! On Ice, the opening scene as a matter of fact.

It’s not unusual for opening scenes to be either flashbacks of a character’s past, or the very end of the story. A bit of a ‘this is where I am now, and I’m going to tell you the story of how it happened’.

I believe YOI actually does both. 

We have a younger Viktor skating, who turns into an older Viktor. 

The younger, long-haired Viktor is clearly of the past, but it’s not a concrete memory (Yuuri’s there too). It embodies how Yuuri has watched Viktor skate from a young age. 

When Young!Viktor skates, he gives Yuuri his back, he doesn’t face him. He doesn’t know him, they’re not on the same level.

But when he moves into the shadow and then we have the older Viktor, he’s looking right at Yuuri. He knows him, acknowledges him.

And for the rest of the routine, he doesn’t take his eyes off of Yuuri. He has eyes only for him.

I think this opening scene has shown us the past and the future. During the scene, Yuuri speaks of Viktor and says “He never fails to surprise me. Ever since I first saw his skating, it’s been an unending chain of surprises”. To me, this sounds like the words of a Yuuri at the end of the series, recounting how much he’s gone through with Viktor.  

The opening scene is the Viktuuri relationship before and after.

What most got me about it though, was this part of Viktor’s skating:

I didn’t realise it at first, but it’s exactly the same as when Yuuri skates ‘Stay Close to Me’. We don’t see Viktor perform this part in the contest, we only see it from Yuuri’s performance in the Ice Castle skating ring, but we know this is Viktor’s ‘Stay Close to Me’. 

So Viktor is skating this routine in the opening scene, either symbolising the future, or being an actual scene from the future.

And just as when Yuuri skated this part right by Yuko and all that she represented at the time, Viktor is skating this right up to Yuuri.

He reaches his hand out towards the person he wants to stay close to.

And that person is clearly Yuuri, he’s physically there. You can see Viktor’s hands reach for him.

So my theory is this. 

Yuuri skated ‘Stay Close to Me’ the way it should have been skated, a desperate plea to be close to the one person that matters and the love for skating that bloomed from his feelings. Viktor couldn’t quite do that because he didn’t have a special person, and he was losing his way in terms of his love for skating, as Yurio said. 

I believe that the opening scene was premonition, and that at the very end of the series, Viktor will skate 'Stay Close to Me’. And do it justice. He will skate the routine that started it all, that brought him to Yuuri, but he will skate it the way it’s meant to be skated. Because by then, Yuuri will be his special someone. 

In this intimate setting, a private rink at night, possibly Ice Castle, he will skate for Yuuri to show him his feelings. I believe Viktor is more of a man of action when it comes to things like this. For example, he tells Yuuri at the beach that he’ll work him hard because that’s how he shows his love. I think instead of words maybe, Viktor will show his love to Yuuri, his appreciation for him, by skating 'Stay Close to Me’ for him and only him. 

I’m not sure what might follow, but I think it will be a while before we get a confession out of Viktor, and I think this is how it will come to be. Because being able to skate the routine the way it should be would mean that he’s found his way, that Yuuri’s led him there. For these two, it’s love and it’s ice skating. And by skating 'Stay Close to Me’, Viktor will show Yuuri that he’s given him both, and that he wants to stay by his side, hopefully forever.

Stupid Little Thing

Pairing: Theo x Reader

Warning: Angst, swearing

A/n: Just a little something I was working on when it was raining heavily here. I hope you enjoy it!


Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

It was raining. It usually was raining around exam time, and that’s something you’ve noticed over the last two years in University. Anytime the whole student body started to panic about exams, it started to rain, and it rained for days upon end, no sign of the sun splitting the stones anytime soon.

The library was filled with students from all different courses, but all doing the same thing; cramming. It was nearing nine in the evening, when you decided that was it; you had enough, you packed away your laptop and the three textbooks that you purchased over a year ago into your bag. The person sitting beside you left about twenty minutes ago, but his laptop and books were still there. You picked up your purple hoodie resting on the floor, throwing it on and zipping it up, loving the feeling of how baggy it felt.

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I wanted to write a jealous Pynch fic and then I saw someone talking about how they wanted to read a 5+1 jealous Pynch and I kind of stole that idea, so here you go. It’s all set after TRK, except for the first one (no Kavinsy, though, if you’re worried about that).
This is almost 10k words, which makes this the longest fic I’ve ever written, so enjoy I guess.
Mentions of past abuse and internalized homophobia, but it’s nothing big

Ronan Lynch and Adam Parrish are both incredibly complicated beings, not easy to figure out or predict or understand. Really understand. Gansey tried to make sense of who they are as a person, maybe without realizing it. Because he can’t resist a challenge, a puzzle of sorts. It’s the reason he’s so passionate about Glendower. Probably why he surrounds himself with difficult friends, even though he will never truly get them.

Adam and Ronan, though. They’re different together. They do understand each other, because they want to, because they’re more themselves when it’s just the two of them, because you don’t have to hide certain parts of yourself when you know you’ll be accepted anyway.

They don’t take each other’s shit. When Ronan is being an even bigger asshole than he usually is, Adam will call him out on it. When Adam is being unreasonable, Ronan will not hesitate to tell him. And they work.

Anger is something they both struggle with, something that they don’t particularly like about themselves, but which simultaneously means it’s something they share, so they don’t tiptoe around each other, they don’t pretend to be fine, to hide that anger.

They’ve understood each other long before they even realized it.

And they work together.

Anger isn’t the only thing they have in common, though. Jealousy is a feeling that’s so incredibly woven inside them, that it’s now simply a part of them.

Adam Parrish has spent his life dreaming of things he can’t have, carrying water in cupped hands to the shore and ending up with not much at all, but slowly and surely seeing his hole in the sand fill, while surrounding himself with people who have those things without ever having had to work for it. It’s a particular brand of torture, but it’s worth it if it means he’ll be able to call himself one of them some day.

And Ronan Lynch, who’s experienced too many losses a person his age should ever have to go through – his father; his mother’s soul that only existed when his dad was there to breathe the life into it and then it wasn’t just her soul, it was her body too and now he’s officially an orphan at the                    tender age of eighteen and really, he’s just a child, or he feels like one anyway; his glitter loving friend, partner in crime, confident though he never actually told him anything, the creepy fucker who was but a faded image of a person Ronan does not know at all, so did he really? Lose him? Maybe that’s what hurts the most in the end; his best friend and brother whose death were possibly the most antagonizing moments of his existence. No wonder he’s a little territorial. It’s what each of his heartbeats are saying don’t lose anyone else, I wouldn’t be able to take it.

So, really, the jealous feelings that arise when they officially become a thing (and even before that), shouldn’t come as a surprise.



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If You’re Going Through Hell - Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Author: dylanowhy

Summary: You wake up in a train station not knowing exactly how you got there. Everyone seems to be acting like zombies, all but one boy. Someone who seems to keep smiling through it all.

Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: Language. Kissing.

Word Count: 4,750

Originally posted by stydia-barnes

Damp. It was such an uncomfortable word for you, but even a more uncomfortable feeling. Soon you realized it was your own sweat, and you wondered how much of a restless night you had actually had. You blinked your eyes open, but what you saw before you was not the cool toned bedroom you were so use to. You saw rust and ugly greens, dark places mixed with blinking lights, but there was no one. Not a single person in sight. You shot up from the bench that you were starting to feel the pain from sleeping on. Eyes frantic but head not moving, there was a pang in your neck and as much as you wanted to speak or call out, you couldn’t find your voice. Like it had been taken from you. Licking your dry lips, you picked up on a faint noise behind you, it was soft breathing, but for some reason you found it quite calming. Turning slowly you took notice of a brown headed boy who had his back to you, it sounded like he was sleeping, making part of you not wanting to wake him up. “Excuse me.” You whispered, realizing how weak your voice was. You were starting to wonder how long you had been down here, to wonder if anyone had been looking for you. “Excuse me.” Your voice was louder, causing a halt in the soft breathing, head lifting to turn and look at you. You shouldn’t have been so awestruck by the way his soft eyes connected with yours, or how the corner of his lips twitched up in a slight smile, but you found yourself melting in your seat, cursing that there was no mirror around you.

“You’re new.” His voice was not what you expected. It was soft and yet there was a rasp behind it, it kept you clinging to him every word. “New?” You asked, eyebrows knitted together in confusion. At the beginning you were wondering how long you had been here, but now, you were curious about how long he had been there, curious as to how many more people had been in here and more importantly what had happened to them. He hummed, nodding in silence as he re-positioned his body, his left leg on the bench so he could face you a little better. “Every week or so, there is a new person. They come in sane, talkative and sometimes even fun. Last week, Becca came in. She was a riot for a while, probably the longest there has been, five days maybe? But sooner or later, everyone falls into routine.” There was this hint of sadness in his voice that you just couldn’t shake. There were so many pieces to this puzzle and yet you couldn’t put them all together. “What routine?” You questioned, his eyes raising as if you should know the answer already. “You’ll see, come over here.” He sat back upright, patting the empty spot next to him. You were quick with your movements, eager to be next to him. What happened next was probably one of the scariest things you have ever witness before in your life, so much so that you couldn’t stop your hand from reaching and taking the strangers, holding it tightly as you watched them pile in.

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aspiring-trashfire  asked:

Kiss prompt 14, Shieldshock?

The first time Steve brought her coffee, Darcy had no idea what the hell was going on. He showed up right around the end of the traditional workday, when everyone but she and Jane had already gone home.

At the slight hiss of the opening door, Darcy glanced up—and stared in confusion. There stood Captain Rogers—Steve, he’d insisted the few times she’d seen him around the tower—dressed in casual clothing. Or at least, as casual as Steve got. “Tony’s lab is that way,” she reminded him kindly, gesturing vaguely with her highlighter. “Although based on his mood today, you might get blown up if you go try to talk to him.”

She looked back down at her paperwork, but there was no swooshing sound to accompany his exit. After a moment, he cleared his throat. Startled, she jerked her head up and blinked owlishly behind her glasses. She shook herself a little, but couldn’t figure out why he was still standing there.

Rubbing the back of his neck with a free hand, Steve tried again. “I brought you coffee.” With a quick look at Jane, he clarified, “I brought you both coffee.” Sure enough, he was balancing a tray with three coffees in his spare hand.  

Darcy could practically feel Jane’s stare burning a hole into the back of her head. “Okay,” she said slowly, pushing away from her desk to stand. “Come on over, take a seat.” He did, but not before handing them the drinks he’d brought.

She took a suspicious sip, and—yep, somehow he’d figured out her usual order. Once he’d pulled up a chair next to her desk, she quirked an eyebrow at him over the rim of the cup. “So, what’s the bribe for?”

His cheeks flushed a little—it shouldn’t have been as attractive as it was, really—and he opened his mouth to deny it. After a split second, he shut it and shrugged, unrepentant. Leaning back in the chair, he gave her his most charming grin. Having never been on the receiving end before, Darcy was not prepared for the full effect of that smile. She felt a little dumbstruck, to be honest.

When she caught up again, he was speaking. “So now Natasha is trying to set me up on dates practically every time she sees me,” he finished, looking at her pleadingly.

“Ahh,” was all she said. “You need a refuge.”

Steve shrugged a little and did a see-saw motion with his hand. “Kind of,” he said. “I’m not interested in—the way she’s going about this.” And really, Darcy could only imagine. The Black Widow was terrifying when she wanted something. “And you’re easy to talk to.” He shrugged again, like that was all there was to it. And maybe it was.

She looked at him for a second, then offered a shrug of her own. “Alright.” Picking up some paperwork, she put it down between them. “What do you know about astrophysics?”

A glimmer of mischief entered his eyes, and a corner of his mouth raised into a tiny smirk. “Not nearly enough,” he declared, smiling into her eyes.


From then on, he brought coffee to the lab several times a week. At first, he showed up in the morning or at the end of the day, always with treats for her and Jane. He’d sit and listen to them work for a while, moving heavy machinery or providing comedic relief when they needed it. Some days he had a particularly hunted look in his eyes, and Darcy knew that those were when Natasha had tried to set him up with someone.

They never said anything about it, and when Steve started to visit them at lunch, and then sometimes at dinner, and Jane and Darcy just quietly made space for him in their daily routine. He showed up once or twice in the middle of the night, when Darcy was at the end of her rope but couldn’t make Jane go to bed, just to keep her company. He brought ice cream or coffee, depending on how bad it was, and stayed with her until the sun came up.

Sometimes, Steve looked at her so softly, like he was memorizing the shape of her face or the curve of her smile, and Darcy would have to look away. She knew it was wishful thinking, knew that she was superimposing her own wishes and hopes over his expression.

But she didn’t send him away. And when he sat nearby, close enough to read her notes over her shoulder, she would helplessly inhale the smell of him and the warmth of his body. Her heart beat so erratically she felt like everyone could hear it. But still she didn’t send him away.


On a random Wednesday, Darcy discovered that Natasha’s Black Widow smile was even creepier in person. She was perched on the edge of Darcy’s desk, staring at her.

“Can I help you?” Darcy finally asked, wondering if the other woman was going to eat her alive for ruining her fun with Steve. But Natasha didn’t say anything in reply. She tilted her head and hummed noncommittally.

Eventually, Darcy rolled her eyes and turned back to her work. Every instinct was screaming for her not to turn her back on the predator sitting less than three feet away. But seriously, she had a deadline for this research and didn’t have time for cryptic stare-downs. Not even with the Black Widow.

After a couple of long, tense moments, Natasha breathed a huff of soft laughter and stood up.  “I get it now,” was all she said. And then she was gone.

Jane’s stare burned into the back of her head, and Darcy met her eyes in bewilderment. “What the hell was that?” her friend whispered furiously.

Darcy shrugged and turned back around. She didn’t have time today to unravel the mysteries of superheroes.


The next day, Steve showed up empty-handed. He looked more uncomfortable than she’d ever seen him—save for that first day—and Jane stood up abruptly. “I’ll go get coffee,” she declared, rushing out of the room. Darcy stared after her in shock, then turned to Steve.

“I’ve never seen her abandon her work so quickly,” she joked, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere. He didn’t look up, and she sighed. “Steve, what’s wrong?’

Abruptly, he looked up and smiled. He walked over to her desk and sat on the edge. It was almost the exact same spot that Natasha had claimed the day before, and she stifled a laugh. “Nat told me she came to see you,” he finally said.

“Yeah. She just stared at me. It was really weird.” Darcy rifled through the loose leaf papers spread across her desk, hunting for the data Jane had asked her to enter into the database.

“Did she say anything else?” Steve’s tone was cautious and quiet, and she looked up at him immediately. He wasn’t usually so careful around her, and the change had her worried.

She thought hard on his words, trying to understand—oh. A pang of disappointment lanced through her chest, but her tone was even when she replied, “Oh, Steve. She didn’t try to matchmake, if that’s what you’re worried about. Not that I’d do that to you, anyway,” she promised, patting his hand and moving away.

He snagged her hand between both of his, holding on to prevent her from stepping away. “What do you mean?” he asked in confusion. His stare was heavy on hers, his gaze warm and piercing.

She looked away. “You come here because it’s safe. I wouldn’t—wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable, Steve. I’m not gonna hit on you.”

Releasing a noisy breath, he tilted her chin up with two fingers. Waiting until she made eye contact, he finally whispered, “I wish you would. I’ve been trying for weeks, but you never seemed to get the message.” A self-deprecating grin pulled at one corner of his mouth, and her eyes studied the curve of it. Memorizing it, wondering what it would feel like against her mouth.

She had no words to offer except disbelief, so she didn’t say anything at all. Instead, she reached up to pull his face down to hers. Their mouths met, and it was soft, tender, sincere. A careful exploration of the way they felt about each other, feelings made to be cherished and protected.

And then his hand was smoothing her hair behind her ear. A calloused fingertip brushed against the sensitive skin there, and her mouth opened on a gasp. He swallowed it, sliding his tongue in to stroke and tease along hers. They clutched at each other desperately, pressing as close as possible until Steve finally picked her up and deposited her on her desk. He pressed a flurry of kisses all over her face, along her jaw, down her neck.

Darcy’s hands came up to grip his shoulders, holding on for dear life as her head fell back. Steve licked and nibbled the smooth skin of her throat, and her hands came up to grip his hair. She moaned his name, eliciting a groan in response. He began to slide down her body, and her eyes fluttered closed. Only to pop open a second later.

“Jane,” Darcy gasped, making Steve huff a frustrated breath against her neck. “She’ll be back—with coffee. Any minute.”

He groaned, the vibrations of it sending waves of pleasure down her spine, and stepped away. Raking a shaky hand through his hair, he closed his eyes and said, “You’re right. Now isn’t the time for this.”

She moved to climb down from the desk. Steve’s eyes popped open at her movement, and he reached out to stroke a finger along her wrist. “Later? After you finish work? I want—” he swallowed quickly, still trying to catch his breath, “I want us to figure this out.”

Her smile could’ve lit up the whole room. “It’s a date,” she promised.

anonymous asked:

those tickle head canons were so cute! Do you have any for MTMTE Drift, TFP Soundwave, and poly BO/KO? human s/o? thank you!

TicklishS/O Headcanons



  • He’s devious. When you’re least expecting it he sneaks a tendril around you and tickles you. 
  • Don’t bother trying to tickle him. he’s not ticklish. He was, once, but one day he decided to just… not be.
  • If he’s had a rough day he tickles you because you’re laugh makes him happy.
  • He’s got about a billion recordings of you being tickled. You’re just so cute! Sometimes Starscream yells at him, and as soon as he leaves the room Soundwave plays videos of you giggling. 
  • He doesn’t like it when anyone else tickles you. Excuse, that is his human. How dare. One of the vehicons tried to tickle you once. Just once. Where is that vehicon, by the way? You haven’t seen him in a while…

Poly BD/KO 

  • They both think it’s super adorable how ticklish you are! 
  • They’re gentle. Breakdown is scared of being too rough with you and Knock Out’s digits are pretty sharp.
  • Breakdown is ticklish under his arms and on his tummy. Knock Out is only ticklish on very specific places on his tires and pedes. If you’re sneaky about it you can find them and reach them. Just be careful- he may screech and fling you off if you scare him!
  • Tickling is their favorite way to cheer you up when you’re grumpy or sad. 
  • Knock Out gives you and Breakdown routine medical check-ups. It almost always ends up in tickle fights because you’re both wriggly giggle boxes.


  • He’s also extremely ticklish- especially around his neck. Tickle fights are common with him, but usually only when he’s in his holoform or mass-displaced form.
  • He tickles you on accident a lot because he often pets you absent-mindedly. 
  • If you tell him to stop he stops immediately and asks if you’re okay. He would never do anything to make you uncomfortable on purpose.
  • If he ever accidentally hurts you during tickle fights he just. Feels like the WORST boyfriend.  
  • It’s like this video

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headcanons for asanoya maybe?

Ooohhh I’ve never done asanoya so this was fun!

1. Noya uses Asahi as a pillow all.the.time. He loves using Asahi’s stomach to rest his head on, which is one of the reasons he kinda likes Asahi with a bit of chub and purposefully feeds him a lot.  

2. After watching Dirty Dancing, Noya demanded they try that lift and after many failed attempts they actually perfect it and end up learning the entire final dance routine. 

3. Asahi hates scary movies but Noya loves them. Whenever it’s Noya’s turn to pick a movie and he picks a scary one, Asahi sits behind Noya so he can bury his face in Noya’s neck at the scary parts. 

4. Because Noya loves Asahi’s shaggy hair, he’s watched countless hair braiding tutorials on youtube so he can braid Asahi’s hair. Asahi loves it.

5. Noya gets super sleepy when drunk and one time (at a party Asahi couldn’t attend) someone had to call Asahi to come pick Noya up because he’d passed out–barely 45 minutes into the party.

6. Being with Noya for so long, Asahi has become more confident and he engages in pulling pranks with his boyfriend more often. Their main targets are usually Tanaka and Hinata.

7. Noya hates it when anyone calls him tiny but he loves it when Asahi calls him that. 

8. During rainstorms, the two will sit in their balconies with a nice cup of hot chocolate, courtesy of Noya. 

9. Noya hates doing chores and it takes a lot of bribing on Asahi’s part of get him to work. The bribe usually consists of his favorite food, foot massages and endless kisses.

10. One time, Asahi almost crushed Noya when they were sleeping. He felt so terrible that he slept with a pillow between them for a week but Noya hated the separation and forced him to remove it. 

11. Noya loves picking out Asahi’s clothes and he has really good taste. Asahi always wears what Noya suggests.

I’m Only Saying Because I Love You (Jim Kirk x Reader)

Summary: Anon Request : Can you write a Jim one where the reader is a total badass and is a doctor and she helps him fight and then patches him up? Best friends to lovers too if you can! Thank you :)

Pairing: Jim Kirk x Reader

Warnings: Language, violence.

a/n: I hope this lives up to the request! I really enjoyed writing this one, I love the whole friends to lovers trope so I hope this fires up the ol’ imagination.

Words: 1,527

“I told you Alan was a jerk.” Jim said so only you could hear.

“You tell me everyone I date is a jerk.” You replied, stepping over a fallen branch.

“Yeah, well I’m normally right,” Jim shrugged, “and Alan is the biggest jerk of them all.” He jumped down a small drop and caught you as you followed suit.

You sighed and continued to walk through the forest on the planet you had been beamed onto. It was a routine survey of a planet, and being one of Doctor McCoy’s most trusted Doctors, you had been sent just in case. It was hot, and humid, and green. Never ending green. Mr Spock had warned the landing party that the slight difference in the atmosphere between here and earth could cause the beings on it to be a big larger. That was all you needed. To be hot and sweaty and to have a spider as big as a car jump on you.

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Beside You

Word Count: 666

Requested: No

It was nearing 2 A.M. while you laid in the dark wide awake. Although it was summer, the sheets next to you were cold and made you feel incredibly lonely. The emptiness of the bed when Shawn was gone felt like something you could never get used to. You two had been dating almost 2 years and with his job you were used to him being away. But that didn’t mean you didn’t miss him every time he left. In fact, it seemed like every time he left you always ended up missing him more. The lonely nights usually always ended in the same routine. You would stay up into the late hours of the night unable to sleep, eventually turn over and hug his pillow close to you, and then fall asleep with only a couple hours left before you had to get up.

Tonight felt different though. You seemed to miss him more than normal and craved for his arms to be holding you close to him. You missed the way he felt sleeping against you with his chest slowly rising and falling, hearing his heartbeat as you laid on his chest, and feeling his fingers run through your hair as he coaxed you to sleep. You just wanted him with you, but you knew it would be another 2 weeks until that would happen. 

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BTS Jungkook / Boyfriend / Words: 1349
requested: I would want to request jungkook one shot where he and his girlfriend went for bowling date and the one who lose will buy food for dinner and so jjk wins but still buy the food for his girlfriend 😊😊 thank you 💕
A/N: i think i might’ve spend more time looking for a gif to fit this than i did actually writing omg also sorry its short ^^

“Y/N, I have to ask,” Jungkook began, his brown eyes wide with sincerity. “Are you even trying?”

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Flowershop AU

part one. this was never meant to be more than two parts, but i merged a helnik au into and now we’re here….

For Inej working at the flower shop was a rest stop on the road to something much more important. She wasn’t sure where she was headed, but the desire to do something more—be more—compelled her. 

She had an innate ambition to travel, wandering as hereditary in her family as her brown eyes. The big city lights of Ketterdam lured her from her small town—much like her coworker, Jesper. They both migrated to the city for college, each taking on jobs that consumed their leisure time to make ends meet, ending up in the same overlooked shop. They were two young adults whose friendship flourished, not because of the routine of seeing each other, but due to the fact they both felt like tiny fish in a vast, dark ocean they never belonged in. Though unlike him, she had plans to get out of the complicated net Ketterdam ended up to be. She witnessed first hand how the city sucked people in and trap them; she couldn’t allow herself to be one of them. 

She didn’t feel rooted here. Or anywhere for that matter. She would wade through Ketterdam with the same vigor she used in her other travels. Some feared getting lost, but Inej enjoyed the mystery of it, the thrill of what parts of herself she could discover each time she traveled some place new.

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Days Off

how you spend your day off w your avenger boo

Steve: After spending years in the ice, he always explains that he’s spent too much time laying around. So on days off, the two of you make the most of it. Most of the time you guys go shopping, all expenses paid by Tony of course, and get new decorations for your house in upstate new york. The two of you were amongst the first to have a house outside of living in the avengers compound with the team, so you take great pride in showing your house off to the team when they come visit. Steve for some reason also enjoyed shopping for clothes, and most of the time it was him dragging you into stores when all you wanted to do was go home. There was something about the Nike stores that always drew him in like a kid to a candy shop, including him tugging on your hand until you weakened and went into the store with him. But you wouldn’t trade Steve for the entire world, considering how cute his butt looked in new nike sweatpants.

Bucky: It was a hilarious scene when you and Bucky had a day off. Most of these days were spent by aggressively watching HGTV, and commentating (more like yelling) what your ideas were for the houses on the various shows. Even Bucky had better style ideas then some of the idiots they hired to renovate. All the Avengers knew when you guys had the tv room, it was best to stay away from the hostile situation. Despite the yelling, you were always sprawled out on top of Bucky while he laid across the couch. Bucky loved the feeling of your warm body on top of his, and his fingers always found their way to massaging your scalp while you had your cheek pressed to his chest. Nat loved taking pictures of you guys like this to prove to the twitter world that despite the assassin title the both of you held, the both of you showed enormous amounts of love for one another.

Natasha: It was rare for the two of you to have a day off, since you were almost always training or on missions. Matter of fact, Fury was the one who had to tell the two of you to take a day off once in awhile, the last thing he needed was two assassins with an attitude from lack of sleep. So on those well earned days off, you made sure it was filled with laughter, movies, and lots of food. Neither of you had time for sad or sappy movies, so Natasha always managed to find the best comedies on netflix. She had also recently found The Office, which meant you were taking a lot of days off to finish watching it. The two of you watched said movies/shows curled up with each other on her bed, fingers and legs entwined. You put the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the door, and hoped there wouldn’t be a world emergency while you shut off F.r.i.d.a.y.

Sam: The tradition started when the Avengers had a week off, and Sam was more bored than ever. He had asked you about some bar in the city, and if you would ever visit it. It was a such a weird question that you didn’t think twice about it. That was until he was on your balcony with the falcon wings, and telling you to put on some decent clothes. Luckily it was a cool summer night, because Sam holding you in his arms on the 6 minute flight was terrifying. But once you arrived and realized how amazing of a night it was going to be, your terrified thoughts from the flight went out the window. After many drinks, and lots of laughs, Sam made sure he rented a hotel room down the block for the two of you to stay in until the hangovers were gone. Plus he didn’t want to be drunk while flying, and holding you at the same time. The beer and the atmosphere was just too good to not go back, so you made sure the two of you got there every few months whenever you had off again.

Wanda: She always joked about watching too many cooking shows in her downtime, and even watching Food Network while she was on the treadmill training. So it was no surprise when one morning she came busting into your room with all sorts of ideas from Pinterest for themed cookies and full dinner ideas. With a smile on your face, you climbed out of bed and made your way to the kitchen to help her begin with the recipes. There was something that clicked in Wanda when she was lost in a recipe, and you later learned it was that she felt like a normal person when she went into a cooking zone. Wanda had called herself a monster too many times, and if you could help in the slightest by sitting there on a stool and taste testing cookie batter, you didn’t mind spending your days off in the kitchen with her.

Thor: Everyone in all the realms knew of how much Thor loved his beer, friends, and now you on top of it all. Thor treated you as his equal, and it was one of the many reasons he’s the love of your life. Being on Asgard is still a trip for you, considering you spent all your years on earth prior to being astral-projected to another realm. The avengers have vacation weeks every few months, and Thor wanted to make sure he showed you around his home as much as he could. The one major thing the two of you end up doing is spending time in the pubs on Asgard with his friends, and family. He recently learned about your alcohol tolerance, and the fact that you could keep up with him and all his friends. Even the asgardian alcohol couldn’t bring you down, or the annual pub fights. All in all, Thor really knew he had found the one when you chugged a pint of asgardian alcohol and kicked Loki’s ass in the span of twenty minutes.

Clint: Spending all his time shooting targets was the regular Clint activity, despite the fact that he was already at his best. You thought it to be futile, since he never missed a target, which then struck you with an idea. Learning to shoot with a bow was a skill you had always admired, and wanted to acquire. So, you approached Clint with this idea on your day off, and he was more than happy to indulge you. He spent hours with his hands on your hips, guiding you through a simple lesson in how to stand and hold the bow, and general mechanics of the art of the bow and arrow. His hands never left your body, either holding your hips or positioning your arms. (Not that you minded) Learning to shoot a bow with the love of your life was an ideal vacation for you.

Bruce: He took up meditation as a hobby at first, because it helped him keep a calm and collected mindset, which he needed so he wouldn’t turn green. It’s an all day event, so you hadn’t seen him on a random tuesday until dinner time had rolled around. You noticed that Bruce had a more tranquil air about him as soon as he walked in the doors, so you made it a point to accompany him on the next day off. This ended up paying off, because you had never in your life felt more at ease. Bruce was more than happy to guide you through his routine, sitting with you. He admired how peaceful you looked, and wanted to spend every day exactly like this with you.

Tony: Although never getting any time to sleep, when he finally has the downtime it’s as if he fights going to bed. Tony firmly believes in staying on his feet until he’s been awake for a week and can’t feel his legs anymore. However, you know him better than he knows himself. You know when it’s time for him to curl up in bed for several hours, and order some chinese food to your floor. There have been countless times that you’ve wandered around the tower to found him sprawled out on the couch, or on the floor in his lab surrounded by blueprints and abandoned parts. With this in mind, early one vacation morning when you felt him stir and get out of bed, you quickly grabbed his hand and yanked him back towards you. Tony was too exhausted to argue, so he fell back next to you, and immediately started snoring. Both of you slept the entire day, occasionally waking up just enough to creep closer into each other’s bodies. Tony appreciated your warmth and general presence, because he knew that he couldn’t live without you.

Peter: Going to the movies was a favorite pastime of yours, and it was like you struck gold when you started dating Peter. Every other wednesday of the month, he two of you spent a full day at the theater. Which started with buying all the tickets for the movies you planned on watching throughout the day, then using Tony’s credit cards again for the snacks. Sure you could’ve movie hopped, but when you’ve got a billionaire’s credit card, who would? After said movies were over, Peter took you on a fine date of getting Pizza. Luckily there was an amazing pizza place on the same block as the movies, so you had no problem walking down the street with Peter. Plus it gave you a few extra moments to enjoy his right arm pulling you close to his body while you walked, fingers resting comfortably on your hip. Kisses before walking inside the pizzeria were nice too.

Pietro: Dragging Pietro to go rollerskating with you became a regular thing once you had realized how much you truly enjoyed the freedom of it. Although, he was adamantly against rollerskating, because going as fast as he did with a pair of wheels was naturally bound to end very badly. (and a few broken bones in the process) That didn’t stop you from literally dragging him to the counter and getting a pair for him. Pietro refused to step into the rink while you gracefully skated around, yelling at him from all the way across the rink. Most of the time you resorted to yanking his arm to get him to release the death grip he had on the ledge of the protective glass. Begging him to just try and coast around, Pietro gave in and pushed off the wall at full speed. Before you knew what had even happened, he sped full speed into the glass on the other side of the rink and fell flat on his ass. You let out a burst of laughter as you rolled over to him, making a mental note to keep a hold on him at all times. Days off were full of laughs for you, and it was perfect.

Scott: Spontaneity was the core of your relationship with Scott, because he always took you to do outrageous things. Your first date was snorkeling in the Pacific Ocean, which without a doubt turned out to be the best date you ever had. He kept that up with the following dates, always outdoing himself. Ziplining, hang gliding, and skydiving were among the other activities he had arranged for dates, and you were practically in love. So, he used his spontaneous attitude and thought up more adventurous things to do on vacation days. Ice skating was a personal favorite for both of you, because it warranted a reason for Scott to keep a grip on you, and vice versa. You both were laughing the whole time, while Scott continuously slipped and grabbed your arm for dear life.

Loki: Baking was something you did with your parents as a child, so naturally you found yourself doing this whenever there were days off. You had become very skilled in the art, and Loki appreciated just sitting at the counter, intently watching you with a smile on his face. Loki just silently watched you experiment in making the batter, just mixing different shit together with the essentials. Since cakes were a specialty of yours, sometimes you threw in some chocolate chips, or caramel sauce, or blueberries, whatever you could find to experiment with. He usually suggested a flavor for the icing, and helped you whip it up. It was nice, really. Loki loved a simple, low-key day with you. Helping you bake wasn’t his first idea of how to spend a day off, but in the end it worked out since Loki really adored spending time with you.

anonymous asked:

Can I see some Uma and Ben friendship headcanons? (Maybe with a bit of jealous!Harry mixed in?)


- Okay, so these two are just….really great friends? Uma can yank Ben’s head out of his Auradonian bubble and Ben shows Uma the compassion and room to be vulnerable she didn’t get in the Isle. She doesn’t always trust it and rarely takes him up on the room to be vulnerable, but it’s an open offer and it matters. 

- Uma is not afraid to tell Ben when he’s doing more harm than good with the Isle and is not afraid to yell at him and bluntly yank him out of the Auradonian bubble. For his part, he appreciates it because it matters that he make these decisions without blinders. 

- Ben’s routinely just ….horrified by things he overhears Uma say? Things like “That hurt like a mother” and other hints at what life on the Isle is like. 

- Ben fought an uphill battle to get Uma and her crew to Auradon with several of his more anti-VK councillors and even some neutral or pro-VK councillors who were afraid of her after the cotillion. 

- Uma likes when Ben can loosen up and not be the King of Auradon. When he comes to the Lost Revenge and drinks with them and makes jokes with them and isn’t as easily scandalized. 

- Uma calls him ‘Beastie Boy’. Constantly. Consistently. He offers a token objection and then just takes it. 

- It’s uncomfortable bringing up Ben’s girlfriend and other friends and really it’s better to just keep her and Mal as separate as possible. Old rivalries die hard. 

- Ben once told Uma she couldn’t put her friends in time out in Auradon. She said ‘Oh really?’ and the next thing he knew Harry was making him sit on the steps and think about what he did.  He could have left after like 5 to 10 minutes or so, because the crew left not long after, but he didn’t see them and ended up sitting there for like 2 hours, thanks Uma. Uma thought it was funny anyways. 

- Uma routinely threatens egregious violence against Ben’s person. He’s never taken it seriously. There are a few people’s who’ve been aghast at hearing a pirate captain threaten the king and he just waves off their concerns being like ‘Oh, that’s Uma, don’t mind her, she doesn’t mean it, she’s mad at me for something, we’re good, she just doesn’t want people thinking she’s been soft on the king.’ 

- Uma will walk right into his office and tell him exactly what he’s doing wrong. Ben’s always glad to see her although he must admit he wishes there were more circumstances that Uma storming in his office was a good thing. 

- Ben keeps trying to explain Auradonian culture and he ended up confusing her. For example “A date in Auradon is like when one person asks another person to come and eat with them, no other people invited.” “That’s what we’re doing right now…” “No, like, they agree to hang out-” “You asked me to hang out last night. Are you trying to cheat on Mal with me?” “NO. Like, if you’re dating in Auradon, you’re dating with no group of people being with you necessarily.” “So who has your back if your date’s an ax killer?” “I….UMA.” or “You can’t legally drink in Auradon, you’re too young.” “Too young? What?” “You have to be 21 to buy alcohol legally here.” “WHY?” “Because it affects your brain.” “So? On the Isle if you can get the booze or the money to buy it, you can drink.” “That’s…look, if you’re gonna drink in Auradon, just know you’re legally too young.” “What kinda Auradonian nonsense…”

- Most of their arguments have to do when Ben hits a wall with regards to balancing VK interests with what is actually defensible before the ruling council. Which usually means things go slower than you’d want. 

- The crew always has one eye on him when he’s with Uma. Sure, theoretically, the ally of our captain is our ally…but they trust Auradonians as far as they can throw them (which also applies to the Core Four since they’ve chosen to align themselves with Auradonian interests) and that’s their captain, their lifeline. They’re okay when he’s just around but one wrong move and nobody’s afraid to knock him senseless.