months. i only stopped because i ran out of the color i needed

Roommates (M)

Originally posted by bwipsul

╳ Pairing: Jimin x Reader 

╳ Genre: (one shot) smut and kinda fluff & angst ??

╳ Summary: Being roommates with your best friend can be fun until one day you look at him differently. 

(this is something that I found that I had written months ago and just decided to post it!!)


The day you looked at your best friend as more than a friend, you knew you were screwed. It happened out of nowhere. You just woke up one morning and looked at him differently. You were never going to tell anyone, you weren’t stupid. That would just lead to Jimin being freaked out and nothing being the same. Risking your friendship with Jimin was not worth the little crush you had on him.

Deciding that you couldn’t fall back asleep, you got up to start the morning. Walking into the kitchen to get some breakfast, you didn’t notice your best friend standing there.

“Holy shit! Jimin, you scared me!” You yelled, clutching your chest.

“What’s gotten you so jumpy?” Jimin asks, laughing while opening the refrigerator

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Sometime in the future...

…when Dex realizes he’s not poor anymore.

“can we get a headboard, too?”

Dex hated that voice. It was a voice he hadn’t heard come out of his mouth in a long time, since before him and Nursey got married, before they graduated, before he started seeing a therapist. It was a voice that said, ’a no would break me’ underneath the real words of his question.

It was how he used to ask for hugs, and how he asked, three months into their fuck-buddy relationship, for Nusey to please stay the night, just once, nobody ever stays.

Nursey gave him a long, appraising look, but Dex knew he wouldn’t ask why, all of a sudden, Dex sounded so unsure of himself. Just like Dex knew, eventually, he’d tell Nursey why something so silly as a headboard was so important to him.

He gave a small smile instead, kissed Dex’s cheek, and said, “That’s chill.”

They got out of their truck, a purchase that Nursey made without Dex because he knew his husband could never justify the price to himself, even though they could afford it a hundred times over. Between Dex’s NHL salary and Nursey and Lardo’s line of children’s books, there wasn’t really anything they couldn’t afford.

Which is why Dex hated how small and broken his voice sounded when he asked if they could buy a headboard.

With the new contract Dex signed, finally featuring a no trade clause, they decided to buy a house. Nursey went all out; he spent weeks touring places, picking out furniture, and giving Dex the silent treatment (apparently ‘whatever you want’ isn’t the right answer). The only thing left was a new mattress.

They saved it specifically for a week when Dex didn’t have any scheduling conflicts. He tried to tell Nursey that it was fine, he could go ahead and buy one without Dex there, but he refused, insisting that a mattress was an individual experience, both of them had to agree.

They both knew that, in the end, Dex wouldn’t have an opinion. A bed was a bed to him, and any bed was better than no bed. It felt nice to have a full day with his husband, though.

They stood in front of a huge mattress store, and for some reason, Dex felt uncertain. There was something about this, buying a bed, that made everything real to him. He was an adult. He was well off financially. And he was about to walk into a store hand in hand with his husband. And he was happy.

He wasn’t the angry kid from Maine, anymore.

A saleswoman nearly a foot shorter than the couple (call me Cici!) dragged them all over the store, practically pushing them down on mattresses and asking about their firmness. She asked about hteir opinon on memory foam versus tempurpedic, about fabrics and springs and coils and all sorts of questions Nursey has answers for that Dex can’t make heads or tails of.

He zones out a bit, but jumps back into the conversation when the topic of temperature comes up (so, are you two warm blooded or do you use a lot of blankets at night?). He had no idea that they made some mattresses cooler than others, but yes they wanted to try those out, because his husband is a furnace and the three stupid cats Nursey snuck home were like little fuzzy ovens.

So, they go to the other side of the store and try out hybrids (of what, Dex really couldn’t say). Without even trying it out, Nursey pointed at one of the set-ups and declared, “it’s going to be this one.” Dex had to admit that it was pretty comfortable. He didn’t feel like he was sinking into the mattress, which was nice.

Nursey clamored on top, cuddling into Dex’s side with a smug grin. “Told you it was this one.”

Still grinning, Nursey asked Cici, “Can you show us some headboard options?”

There was an entire room of them. Bed frames and headboards and footboards. Big quilted ones that Dex thought would go great in his baby sister’s princess room, studded leather ones, wrought iron frames that looked a little too bondage for Dex’s comfort.

Dex wasn’t sure what his face was doing, but  Cici told them quietly that she would give them a few minutes to look around, even though she had been attached at to their side for the hour they had been in the store.

They wandered around, looking at all the choices. Dex knew he held Nursey’s hand a little too hard, but Nursey didn’t say anything. He let Dex take the lead, inputting his opinion but never tryng to influence Dex, never pushing him to talk about it.

They made two circuits of the room before stopping (for the second time) in front of a simple padded headboard. It wasn’t anything fancy, just smooth, cream colored fabric. Dex ran a finger over the display. It was softer than it looked.

“I don’t understand headboards. Or footboards. They’re totally pointless.”

In the past, that may have been an invitation for Nursey to chirp Dex, to ask what the hell they were doing buying one if Dex thought it was pointless. But after so many years together, Nursey knew Dex needed to talk it out, not have a conversation.

“Did you know that before I went to Samwell, I never slept in a real bed?”

“I didn’t, babe.”

Dex never took his eyes off the headboard. “For a while I had a matress thrown on the floor in me and Adam’s room, but then I gave it to Hannah and I started sleeping on some sleeping bags on the floor. I told myself it was like camping. Even when I imagined my house, I never imagined a having a real bed. What’s the piont of buying something that’s totally pointless? It’s just a waste of money.”

Nursey ran a warm hand up and down Dex’s back. Dex rarely talked about his childhood. It was one of the only things they still faught about sometimes: Nursey taking their money for granted and Dex not being able to accept that he can spend money when he wants to.

“But we can buy this. We can buy something that’s totally pointless, just because I want it.”

It wouldn’t match the room, even a little bit. The whole house was stark greys and bright whites, accents of bright colors. The cream fabric would stick out like a sore thumb. It was meant for a softer house. There was something about it that Dex like, though. He couldn’t put his finger on what, exactly, but he loved it.

“What do you think?”

Nursey didn’t bother to look away from Dex when he answered. “I think it’s great, babe. It’ll look good in the bedroom.”

Dex gave him a hard look. “really.”

“Okay, no. but if you like it, then I couldn’t care less.”

And just like that,they bought it. And later that night, in their brand new bed, in their house (their house, not a house they were renting), Dex slept better than he could ever remember sleeping.

I was doing you a favor by playing the long game...

I too was playing yet another long game by holding on to this for so long.

SO I had read earlier today the owner of a previous job of mine passed away. This was a place that tried to screw me pretty hard and I took some pro revenge on. It drug up some angry old feelings, so why not take an equal dose of catharsis?

WARNING: This is a doozy so strap in if you dare, no TL;DR it wouldn’t do justice.

So this takes place almost a decade ago. I was working as a department manager for a fairly large privately owned pest control company. Their color scheme was black and yellow, much like the taxi’s the owner’s dad used to drive. Since the taxi industry would be around for ever(hello Uber/Lyft) so would this pest control company, (this is important later) or so the owner used to parrot constantly. My job was to over see the techs doing treatments and set their stops and generally manage assorted insect control services, inventory, payroll for that dept, etc etc. I had taken the job from the owners son who took it from the previous manager who they demoted and yet stayed in the dept…this is important later. The owners son was a late 30’s early 40’s man child. I mean if he had dialed it back a few degrees he would have been an awesome guy, but anytime booze was involved he was a mess. If it was weed, he turned into the stereo typical obnoxious stoner making nothing but bad Jamaican accented jokes. He also hit on anything younger than him that moved…while being married w a pregnant wife. But I digress, the owner was a piece of work too, old Jewish guy who was as racist as he was old, not with any kind of seething hatred. Just a “this is the way it is” type attitude. My fave line of his, “The sky is blue, Ch#@ks know math, N@&ers are lazy, Jews know gold. What else is new” Like it was the most clever thing of all time. Finally now on to the revenge and need for such.

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Here Are My Colors

Anthony Ramos x Reader

Requested: anthony x reader where reader is anthony’s longterm girlfriend who stuck with him through him never being home, missing out on date nights for rehearsals & performances, & really through everything together. when the show hits broadway, anthony starts staying waaay later than he has to @ the theatre & on readers 3 year anni with him, he insists he has to stay late at the theatre when they already had plans together & reader discovers it was just bc he wanted to hang out with jasmine

Words: 6,149 (i get it man, I’m so extra)

Warnings:  swearing, cheating, AND angst, SO much angst, I’m sorry

A/N: I WANT TO DEDICATE THIS FIC TO THE MOST AMAZING PERSON, ELL @lookaroundlookaroundhowlucky. THANK YOU FOR LOOKING OVER THIS & FOR LITERALLY MAKING ME LAUGH & SMILE EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY. I LOVE YOU & I APPRECIATE THE SHIT OUTTA YA GIRL. Y’ALL GO CHECK HER OUT, SHE SLAYS THE GAME EVERYDAY.

ALSO, I have no words as to how PROUD I am of this fic, it’s UNREAL. It took me so long to write and I love it, it’s basically my child. PLEASE ENJOY.

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anonymous asked:

I've been rlly stressed lately and could use a pick me up could you PLEAAASSEEE write a wolfstar proposal? 😘

I LOVED WRITING THIS.


Sirius wasn’t one for nerves. He’d been reprimanded for fidgeting at any time as a child, courtesy of Black household, and so his fingers usually rested still on his lap, on the table, wherever they were— perhaps unnaturally so. Not today. Today his hands were relentless; fidgeting, picking, scratching, but most of all fumbling with the small gold ring. His eyes glanced at the door every two seconds, waiting for the portrait hole to swing open. Waiting for Remus.

He’d been off and on about this plan for months. He wanted a second opinion, needed someone to know… but he didn’t want anyone to talk him out of this. He wanted this. He wanted Remus to want this…

He glanced down at the slim band of metal. It wasn’t very special. It wasn’t even really that shiny. He knew, if Remus said yes, there was no way he’d wear it anytime soon anyway. Not around the halls. Not at school. But they were graduating in just a few months, surely then… Nerves pushed their way up and Sirius set the ring on the table. He picked it back up and set it back down. He ran through the different scenarios in his head again. There were only two, really. Remus said yes: Happiness, pressure off, possibility of sex (not that it mattered). Remus said no: Awkward, apologize, Remus would feel guilty, Sirius would tell him its fine, they’d move on.

They would move on, right?

“Fuck.” Sirius ran a hand over his face, dropping his head to the table and bringing the ring almost to his nose. He didn’t know. He really didn’t.

“What’s that?”

Sirius’ fingers fumbled and he only barely managed to hang onto the warm metal, closing it in his fist as his head whipped to his right, only to see Remus dropping into a chair and looking at him curiously.

“What? What? What- What’s-“

Sirius’ brain failed him, panic swirling in his chest. He wanted to crawl into the fireplace and have someone strike a match. Jesus, he’s messed this up.

Remus snorted, “Want to say that one more time?”

Sirius let out a much too breathy laugh, squeezing his fist tighter, “Right.”

Remus waited, raising an eyebrow when Sirius didn’t elaborate.

“Oh. It’s-“ Sirius reluctantly allowed Remus’ fingers to pry his palm flat, displaying the ring fully, “I… found it. On the floor. Was just looking.”

What?

“Oh.” Remus seemed unfazed and he nodded at it as he pulled his potions textbook from his bag at his feet, “’s nice.”

“Yeah? Really?” Because it’s yours. Merlin, it’s all yours. I’m yours.

Remus sent him a questioning look again, half laughing at him, “Yeah. Sure, Pads.”

Sirius sat back in his chair, pushing down pride. He sent Remus a fleeting grin, “Right.”

As Remus looked back to his textbook, Sirius suddenly wished he wasn’t. He wished Remus hadn’t given in so easily. Fuck, he wished he hadn’t lied. Because how stupid was he going to sound now? Just kidding, marry me?

But it had to be now, didn’t it? Hey, remember last week? Yeah, just kidding, marry me? sounded even stupider.

Sirius closed his eyes, letting his head fall back against the chair and took a deep breath, swallowing what little pride he had left.

“Yeah. Okay, hey Re?”

Sirius heard the ruffling of pages stop but he didn’t open his eyes.

“Are you okay-“ He was sure Remus was smirking when he said it.

“I didn’t find the ring on the floor.”

Sirius opened his eyes a fraction, peering at Remus, embarrassed.

Remus’ eyebrow was arched and he was definitely smirking, “No?”

Sirius groaned, falling forward, head resting face down on his arms on the table, “I didn’t find it. I bought it. I bought it weeks—months—ago, and you weren’t suppose to see it like that and now I’m- fuck, I’m so embarrassed and- and please tell me you’re catching on because I don’t think I could bare to even say it. Not like this. I- fucking hell.”

The silence that followed Sirius’ little speech was made even worse by the fact that Sirius couldn’t actually see Remus’ face. He slowly lifted his head, expecting the worst. Expecting to find Remus sitting there, confused, or horrified, or embarrassed or anything.

What he didn’t expect was to see Remus there with the slyest of fucking smirks on his face, biting his lip and cheeks pink.

“Well…” he started softly, “you don’t expect me to let you ask like that, now do you?”

Sirius melted.

His shoulders sagged, he dropped his head briefly back onto the table and let out a relieved laugh, “Honestly, I didn’t expect you to let me ask at all.”

Remus closed his book, resting his elbow on top of it and his chin in his hand, “Well?”

Sirius bit his lip against a grin, hands reaching out to lightly tug on Remus’ until he got up. Avoiding the table, Sirius pulled until Remus fell right into his lap. Remus let out another soft laugh,

“I do believe you’re suppose to be on your knees.”

Sirius grinned, “Don’t worry, I can do that later.”

Remus’ hand slapping over Sirius’ mouth only made Sirius grin more, “That is not how you start a marriage proposal!”

Sirius laughed, hand coming up take Remus’ and kissing his fingers gently, right over where the ring would rest soon, “Would you like to do it then, since you’re so clever?”

Remus’ mouth formed a little ‘o’ and then he ducked his head bashfully, shifting slight in Sirius’ lap, “No…” He smiled at their intertwined fingers, adding quietly, “No, I want you too…”

Sirius felt his heart pull at that, relief flooding his system. It wasn’t that he hadn’t known Remus wanted this, but hearing him say it aloud… It sent images of their future flicking through his mind.

“Okay.” Their voices had dropped to a whisper, and they were both smiling softly at each other. Sirius could feel the heat of the fire against his cheeks, could feel it warming the soft cotton of Remus’ sweater. Everything felt more romantic, more intimate, than it had only a few moments ago, “Jesus, okay…”

Sirius held the ring lightly between his thumb and finger, watching the way it took on the fire’s warm colors, watching the way Remus’ eyes did the same, “Re…” His speech (had he had a speech?) was gone, his mind replaced with everything and anything having to do with this boy in front of him. He laughed softly to himself, and Remus shushed him, pressing their foreheads together briefly, silently telling him to go on.

“I’ve been carrying this around for me for the last… I don’t even know, but it wasn’t out of hesitation. I- I love…” Sirius looked at Remus’ bitten back smile and groaned, head falling back against the chair once again as Remus let out a loud laugh.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!”

“I’m trying to be romantic, Christ, Remus!” But Sirius was laughing too.

“I know,” Remus gasped through his laughter, hands coming up to cup Sirius’ face, fingers in his hair, “I know, I’m-“ He kissed Sirius, “I’m sorry, you’re so romantic, I promise.-“ Another kiss, “I promise, I-“

“Will you marry me?” Sirius said it right against Remus’ lips. He felt Remus’ intake of breath, his smile. Sirius smiled, “Marry me, Re.”

Remus’ breathing had turned slightly heavier, hands slightly tighter in Sirius’ hair. He was grinning and breathless and washed in firelight. He was beautiful. “Say it again.”

Sirius laughed, holding Remus tighter against his chest, feeling the way Remus’ back arched into him, “Marry me.”

Remus pressed their foreheads together, “Once more?”

Sirius really laughed this time, “Remus-“

“Yes. Merlin, yes-“

Remus didn’t even feel Sirius slip the ring on, he was too busy kissing him, long and heated and blissful kisses. He would forget about it, only noticing it the next morning when Sirius rolled over and kissed the cool metal and then his lips.

Shower Stall Encounters || Bucky Barnes x Reader [[smut]]

{summary: lately, you’ve been going to the gym, but not for the sake of losing weight or living healthier. no, the reason why you were at the gym was to admire a buff young man with dark hair and startling blue eyes. (note this is going to be a modern au, meaning bucky is going to be an oridinary man with no metal arm)}

*in idubbbz voice* as a content creator, i shall abide by the rules of the internet and use all the newest and coolest devices at my disposal to create content for the internet no matter what…uh amen.

an anon wanted more smut content so…here I am >w>

permenant tags: i won’t mention them because this post is very NSFW, so unless they specifically state that they want to be tagged in nsfw posts, this part will remain empty

warnings: female masturbation and smut (sex in the shower stall)

**dont plagiarize/repost this story, reblogs are fine**

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Dear God, he was doing laps around the pool, and you were practically drooling at the sight of his strained body dressed in nothing but a pair of swimming trunks. The fact that you could see the droplets of water running down his chiseled chest and abdomen made your knees feel weak.

This had to be the only time you regretted going to the gym.

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anonymous asked:

"I need you, though." Chlonette or Maribee? If you can! Love your fics btw they just keep getting better!

Ok… I had an idea… and I ran with it… and… yeah…. that escalated quickly.

most of this will be under a read more because its about 3k words long… 

(Also some mention of unrequited Chloe/Adrien and Adrienette) Hope you like it.


“You’re probably wondering what I am doing here.” 

“Yeah!” Marinette said, clutching her covers to her chest as she tried to process the sight of the super heroine sitting cross legged on the edge of her bed. “How did you even-” 

“I came in through your skylight,” Queen bee said cutting off the question with a wave of her hand, “Chat mentioned a while back that you usually keep it unlocked and I needed to talk to you.” 

“I am going to kill that stupid cat,” she muttered under her breath. 

“What?” 

“Nothing,” Marinette said quickly. “So, what are you doing here?”  

“Well you see, the thing is… wait are you naked under there?” Bee gasped, her eyes going wide and her face flushing an obvious red even in the semi-darkness.

“No! Why would you say that?!” Marinette shot back, her own face coloring. 

“Well you are doing the whole, blanket clutchy thing!” 

“Because a stranger has shown up out of nowhere in my bedroom in the middle of the night and I am in my pajamas!” 

“But I’m not a stranger I am a superhero. And I know that Chat visits you.”

“He doesn’t come in when I am sleeping!” 

“Oh. I guess you have a point there,” Bee said looking thoughtful. “Anyways I need your help.” 

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Pulse Part 4

Part 3

Genre: Angst
Words: 2,004
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Stalking, some minor violence
Summary: Soulmate AU in which one’s heartbeat becomes perfectly in sync with their soulmate’s once they meet.


Sleep never came to you that night. Every sound in your apartment made you paranoid. Your heart would speed up and the creep’s face would be the only thing you saw behind your closed eyes. You finally had gotten so annoyed at yourself and your inability to chill out that you took out your laptop for next to your bed and opted on doing some research.

You and Natasha had both established you didn’t know enough about the whole soulmate thing, and if there was one way to distract you from your impending murder, it would be to think about Bucky.

So that’s what you did. At three in the morning, you researched every question possible:

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Vice Versa // Jung Jaehyun

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the prompt: Since I’m already up in your requests, may I request a Jaehyun scenario. Maybe about him meeting you for the first time at a coffee shop then it winds up being yall’s meeting place.

words: 1605

category: fluff + drabble (?)

author note: since its jaehyuns birthday and also Valentine’s Day I thought I would write this first! it’s really simple but also kinda cheesy and idk how I feel about it haha. please enjoy it anyway and look forward to more requests being written soon!!

- destinee

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

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anonymous asked:

Hii! Can you do a fic in the future where jughead already published his first novel and he has like some sort of conference or sth where he gets asked questions and all and somebody asks about the girls next door and he talks so sweetly about her and like Betty is in there too and all. Idk if you get it but English isn't my first language. Oh and I love your writing btw you are really talented

*insert here Titanic’s “It’s been 84 years” gif* Yes, it’s a prompt!! I finally uploaded one! Easter holidays are totally messing my writing scedule and I’m so terribly sorry for that. But I’m back in the game and I promise I’ll be my usual bughead obsessed self from now on! So, I’ve finished this just before the episode aired yesterday (I was just so tired to go over it and post it after the episode ended, I’m sorry) and I’m very pleased a lot of things that I wrote became canon. I had so much fun writing this because I’m a sucker for future fics and because that’s pure fluff and a huge, much needed dose of happiness to Jughead’s life! Also I changed the request a little, I wrote this as a TV interview just to make it more grande for Juggie, I hope you don’t mind, nonnie! Thank you for requesting and for your lovely words!!! <3 Hope you all enjoy (and maybe this will make you hate me less for my tardiness) !! <3


Betty could literally feel herself bouncing on her heels with nervous excitement, the velvet material of her blush colored pumps getting scratchy as they rubbed up against each other but, truly, right now, she didn’t give a damn about her potentially ruined shoes. She could only focus on the red digital numbers changing sequentially over the silver doors of the semi-packed elevator she was in, biting her lip nervously and counting mentally in her mind as if that way, somehow, the numbers would run faster and the silver cage would miraculously arrive on her floor in a nanosecond.

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Requested.

masterlist

word count: 3,184 (holy shit)

**warning: SMUT**

“It upsets me to think this is our last day together for months.” I confessed to Shawn, who was currently laying on the couch with his head in my lap, engrossed in a movie. My words made him turn his head to look at me. He looked up at me through beautiful brown eyes.

“Then just don’t think about it and you won’t be upset.” he said with a shrug. Oh what a wonderful solution you have there, Shawn. I wish it were that easy.

“It’s just not that easy. You’re going on a world tour, I’m going to college. You have other friends, Shawn, I don’t. All I have is you.”

“You have friends other than me. There’s no way I’m your only friend.” he teased.

“I have acquaintances, not friends.” I informed. “These acquaintances also won’t be going to the same school as me.”

“Nobody else could get into the school you’re going to because not everyone can be a fucking mega genius like you.” Shawn said, sounded irritated.

“Is that any way to talk to your best friend who made sure you passed physics and graduated?” I asked, wiggling my eyebrows at him. His facial expression softened at my tone and he no longer seemed angry. We sat in silence for another hour or so, long enough for the movie to be over. Shawn’s friend had suggested the movie and it sucked, if I’m being honest. We decided on watching The Notebook after that, one we both always loved.

We sat next to each other, my head on Shawn’s shoulder but in a platonic, nothing-more-than-friends way. It had gotten to the scene where Allie was kissing ice cream off of Noah’s lips and I felt Shawn laughing. I pulled away from his shoulder to look at him.

“What is it?” I queried, not being able to avoid the smile spreading across my lips from hearing his laugh.

“Wouldn’t it be amazing to be that in love with somebody?” he said. It made my heart sink because, until just now, I had managed to put away my thoughts about how in love I am with Shawn. I had hoped that just this one time we could be together without my thoughts interrupting what should only be friendship with Shawn. My throat felt dry and my eyes stung after he said the words. It was just a simple question, but to me it showed that he wasn’t in love with anyone, including me.

I managed to nod my head then scoot a few inches away from Shawn. I continued watching the movie, not being able to help but imagine Shawn and I being that in love with each other. Sadly, the love was only one sided. We definitely loved each other, but he only loved me as a best friend and I loved him with all I had in me. I realized in this moment I should have told him a long time ago. I should have confessed my feelings because now, we won’t see each other for months so it’s too late.

Shawn and I had planned to spend the whole day together but once the movie was over I felt too lost in my thoughts to stick around.

“I guess I should head home now.” I said softly, starting to stand up.

“What? Why?” Shawn asked, sounding concerned. I looked back at him and he looked hurt that I wanted to leave so early. “I thought you were staying all day?” I wanted to stay, I wanted it more than anything but I couldn’t focus on being his best friend when I was too busy thinking about being his girlfriend. My face felt hot and my eyes stung again, I could feel that they were tearing up. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Shawn grabbed my hand and rubbed his thumb over mine. I desperately tried to keep the tears in but I couldn’t help one from falling. A single tear ran down my left cheek and I wiped it away quickly.

“Y/N, please tell me what’s wrong? Did I do something or say something? Come here.” Shawn begged. He lead me to the couch and I sat across from him with my legs crossed.

This was it, this is when I have to tell him. I thought to myself.

I was a horrible liar and Shawn knew better than anyone when I was lying. My voice went higher than usual and my cheeks always turned pink after I realized how ridiculous the lie was. If I lied, he would know. I should just save myself the trouble of making up a lie and tell him.

“I just really don’t want us to have to leave each other because-”

“Because why?” He interrupted.

“Because I hate not being able to see you.” I said, stalling as long as I could.

“Why are you so upset though? I have to leave all the time and you don’t cry, do you?”

“No, but it’s different this time. I’m leaving for college so when you come home, I won’t be here. When I come home, you won’t be here, Shawn. It’s so different this time.”

“It’s not that much diff-”

“Yes, it is, Shawn! You don’t understand!” I said, raising my voice at him without meaning to.

“Then make me understand, Y/N. What is different about leaving this time?”

“Because I’m fucking in love with you and I have to leave you! You’re the reason why I’m going to college in Toronto, so I can be close to you when you come home.” I gasped when I realized that I told him. I actually told Shawn how I felt instead of keeping it to myself like I had for the past half of a year.

“Do you honestly think that I’m not in love with? Why do you think I’ve stayed here and haven’t gotten an apartment in New York or Los Angeles or wherever I want?” He paused. I only stared, waiting for him to continue. He ran his fingers through his thick hair out of frustration. “It kills me every time I have to leave you. You don’t even understand. I should have told you sooner, but I love you. I love you so damn much that it hurts. I’ve seen you get your heart broken multiple times and I have done absolutely nothing about it. I should have told you a long time ago, I’m sorry that we had to tell each other like this.”

“Shawn, don’t apologize. I should have told you a long time ago as well.” I cooed. I rubbed his arm in an attempt to calm him. “What does this mean for us?”

“What do you want it to mean?” He asked, looking up at me with his rich, caramel colored eyes. My own eyes stared into his for a moment, as if I was searching for the answer in his eyes. I exhaled sharply but slowly before giving him an answer.

“I want to make this work if you want to. I want to be with you. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” I spoke. His eyes lit up at my words.

He moved closer to me and I didn’t move, I let him inch closer. I watched his every move and then he took my hand in his. Shawn’s fingers laced with mine and I waited for him to do something more. I knew I wouldn’t be able to force myself to initiate a kiss, so I waited for Shawn.

I stared into Shawn’s eyes and his face came closer to mine. A few small tears still lingered on my cheeks and Shawn kissed them away. The feeling of his lips on my skin felt phenomenal, I couldn’t describe the feeling. I breathed hard and sporadically. Shawn’s lips hovered over mine, our lips barely grazing against each other. I surprised myself when I closed the gap. I pressed my lips against his soft, smooth lips. We both smiled, causing us to bump our teeth together. We both laughed because it wasn’t awkward, it felt right. We knew each other so well already that this just felt right. This was how it was supposed to be all along.

Our lips moved together while Shawn’s hands rested on my waist. His soft skin lingered on my lips and he began to pull away. I grabbed the material of his shirt, pulling him back into me.

“Please. Don’t stop.” I breathed out against his lips. My breath was hot and short, I needed his lips on mine so badly that I couldn’t breathe properly. He smiled then kissed me once more. His tongue now traced over my bottom lip and I whimpered lightly at the feeling. Just simple touches from him were driving me insane. I had been craving kisses like these for so long now that this moment felt like pure bliss. His tongue moved against mine slowly and gently, but the kiss grew heated. Shawn’s teeth sunk into my bottom lip and I gasped at the feeling.

His lips now pressed against my neck and it felt delightful. My eyelids closed slowly at the feeling. I didn’t want to focus on anything but Shawn’s lips on my skin right now, but Shawn made that an easy task. His soft lips fluttering on my skin lightly made me shiver. His long fingers traced circles on my hips under my shirt. I now laid underneath him, he hovered over me but pressed his lower half into me. I could feel a slight bulge growing in his jeans and couldn’t help the smirk that grew on my lips.

We kept kissing for a while longer, until both our lips were raw and we had both kissed what little bit of skin that was exposed with all our clothing still on. Shawn’s fingers fidgeted with the hem of my shirt, obviously wanting to take it off.

“Bedroom?” He asked quickly in between sweet pecks on each other’s lips. I nodded and he grabbed my hand, I then followed to his room. Once in his room with the door closed, his fingers moved under my shirt again. He looked into my eyes to make sure it was okay and I gave him a look of approval. He peeled my shirt off and tossed it to the floor. Shawn moved over me on his bed. He kissed my still bra-clad chest delicately. My whole body erupted with a feeling I had never felt with any other guy before Shawn. He slipped his fingers under my bra straps and slid them down my shoulders. His hands were soon at my back to unclasp my bra.

Suddenly, I felt insecure. I felt like I wouldn’t be enough for him. I inhaled deeply while he removed my bra, hoping he wouldn’t be disappointed. Before I could process what was happening, Shawn’s mouth was on my breasts. His lips first kissed lightly, then sucked on my sensitive skin. His tongue teased my nipples and I ran my fingers through his hair. I moaned and whimpered from his touch and he hummed, his throat vibrating against me in response.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” Shawn kissed my stomach right above the button of my pants. I grew nervous because up until this point, I knew what I was doing and I knew what to expect. I’d had sex a couple times before, sure, but Shawn was much more experienced than I was. Even through the nerves, though, my centre throbbed for Shawn.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Shawn asked me. My nerves wanted me to say no, but I did want this. I had wanted it, needed it for so long. I told him yes and he continued. His kissed my hips while unbuttoning my pants. They slid down my legs and dropped to the floor with the rest of my clothing. I realized then that Shawn was still fully clothed. He hovered over me again to kiss me. His tongue played with mine and I pushed his shirt up while kissing him, hinting that I wanted it off. He pulled the fabric over his toned abdomen and chest and I nearly felt my heart stop in that moment.

I had seen Shawn shirtless many times but I never really could admire him like I wanted. This time, my eyes scanned over him slowly, taking in every detail of all the ridges and valleys of his body. Shawn asked again if I was sure that I wanted this, I told him again that I did. His long fingers rubbed my core through the damp cloth of my underwear. I squirmed under his touch, even though it was barely anything compared to what would come next. His hands hooked around my panties and removed them. I was now completely nude in front of Shawn for the very first time, something I thought would never happen.

He slipped his middle finger into me, causing me to gasp. His finger worked slowly inside me, trying not to build up the pressure too quickly. Shawn’s mouth made its way to my pussy, licking enthusiastically over my clit. I moaned for him over and over. I soon lost all control over holding off my orgasm. Shawn’s tongue flicked up and down my clit and his finger curled inside me. I arched my back and Shawn now had to hold my legs apart. I came so blissfully and Shawn drug out my orgasm until it was almost painful.

He moved from between my legs with a smile on his face. He wiped his mouth dry with his hand after licking my juices off his finger. A thought occurred to me, I wondered how many times he had done that to be so amazing at it. I also wondered how many times he had done what we were about to do. It was a stupid thing to think, but the experience I lacked in this area made me think this way.

I started to remove Shawn’s jeans. I unbuttoned them eagerly because I wanted to please him like he had just pleased me. Taking his jeans off revealed a prominent bulge in his underwear, which made me even wetter, if that was possible at this point. I inched the waistband of his boxers down until they were off him completely. I took his length in my hand, unsure of what to do but he seemed to enjoy it. I jerked my hand upwards on his cock and he moaned quietly. Shawn’s much larger hand pushed mine away, I thought that maybe it was because he didn’t like it as much as I had presumed.

“You’re going to have to stop. I want to last for you, Y/N.” he spoke. I felt my cheeks heat up at the thought of making him feel so good that he may cum. He searched in his nightstand drawer for a condom. He rolled it onto his hard length after tearing open the wrapper.

“Y/N, I’m only going to ask you one more time and please be honest, are you sure, absolutely sure you want to do this with me?” He said sweetly, lovingly. I started to second guess this whole thing. It was too soon, we just confessed our feelings for each other barely an hour ago. However, if we didn’t do this now, it would be months before we ever got to. I didn’t think I could wait that long.

“I’m completely sure, Shawn. I want this, I need this with you. I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.” I assured him. He lined himself up at my entrance and kissed my forehead before pushing into me. I winced at the slight discomfort but was no longer hurting after four very slow and steady thrusts.

“Are you okay?” Shawn said, sounding concerned. I nodded and he kept thrusting at a slow pace. I could tell his thrusts were shallow and I was no longer hurting, therefore I wrapped my legs around him. This pushed his length deeper inside me than it had previously been.

“Oh, Shawn.” I gasped. I looked up at Shawn to see him biting his lip while watching himself thrust in and out of me. He looked as if he was struggling with keeping it at such a slow pace from the way his chest was rising so rapidly. He slid into me with ease now and finally, finally bottomed out. We both moaned at the feeling.

“Faster,” I begged, once the feeling of pain and discomfort was completely gone. Shawn looked into my eyes first, just to be sure, then sped up the pace of his thrusts. I could tell this speed pleasured him much more than the previous one and it was a pleasurable feeling for me as well. Shawn’s moans were more frequent and drawn out now. I moaned just as often, maybe even more than Shawn did. He knew how to make this feel so wonderful and different than it had ever felt for me before.

One hand was in Shawn’s hair and the other gripped onto his bicep, my nails digging into his skin. With each thrust I came closer to my climax and Shawn made it hard to not come undone so soon. I tensed around him after a deep thrust. I became short of breath and Shawn could sense I was close. He thrusted faster and I could barely take it. I clenched around his dick, because I wanted to feel every inch of him and also because I couldn’t control it.

Shawn’s hands were placed on my waist in an attempt to get a better grip while he thrusted. Just one more hard, deep thrust pushed me over into euphoric bliss all because of Shawn. I couldn’t believe he could make me feel this way, make me feel like no one else ever had. I grew more sensitive with every second that passed while Shawn brought himself to his orgasm. He pushed in and out of me sloppily and by the time I felt warm liquid fill the condom, I was more sensitive than ever before. Shawn hissed profanities through his teeth.

Shawn threw the condom away then left to clean up. He returned some minutes later and gave me a shirt of his to throw on. I slipped into it and took in his scent. Shawn lay beside me and we just looked at each other with our arms wrapped around one another. We took in the beautiful sight of each other with that post-orgasm glow we now both had. Inevitably, I thought of how we were both leaving tomorrow. It made my heart break into tiny pieces.

“I wish you didn’t have to leave me tomorrow.” I whispered.

“I wish I didn’t either. But when we both come home, I’m yours and you’re mine, yeah?” He spoke. A smile spread across my lips and I nodded to agree. I pecked his lips softly. The feeling of being his was overwhelming.

When I Wake [ch.1]

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Genre: Angst / Fluff 

Summary: The day you were proposed to by Kim Taehyung was absolutely unforgettable, but not in a magical, fairy tale type of way. Instead of ending the night with celebratory congratulations, you and Taehyung find yourselves in a car accident that leaves you in a coma. When you wake three years later, you receives news that Taehyung passed away as a result of his injuries. 

After getting over the initial shock of Taehyung’s death, you peacefully carry on with your life, until one day you hear word that Taehyung might not be dead after all. 

You try to find Taehyung to pick up your relationship where it left off, so everything could go back to the way it was. Only life’s not that simple. While trying to rekindle your love with the supposedly dead Taehyung, you have to deal with your arranged fiance and your newly acquainted (and dangerously hot) friend Park Jimin. 

Your life becomes a whole lot more interesting when you wake. 

Word count: ~2.3k 

Written by: Admin Jifairy

A/N: So this is my first time writing a kpop ff, and it’s my first time writing a reader insert, AND it’s my first time writing angst so please bear with me~ (it’ll get interesting soon I promise) Also jimin & yoongi are tagged in addition to tae bc they will be part of the story later on!


Taehyung placed his lips on yours; it was the only warmth you’d felt in this winter wonderland. As he pulled away, you could feel every cell in your body yearn for his embrace but reluctantly settled for his hand in yours.

You stood in the middle of the icy Bow Bridge in Central Park. It was where you two first met, three years ago.

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A new family member (Rami Malek x Reader)

So, here we are again! Hope you like this new one shot! I must admit I have so much fun writing stories like this with our Rami! I think he’ll be a very good father and I can’t wait to see little baby Maleks! Feedbacks are welcomed and appreciated!!! <3 H, hope you like it, too! xoxo

Word count : 1,912



“I want a baby.” Rami said one night as we both made ourselves comfortable on the couch, him watching  “The late late show with James Corden “ while I was reading a magazine. As I heard what he said, I almost spit the hot cocoa I had taken a gulp of on the ground. My heart pounded against my chest heavily and I felt my hands become a little sweaty. I felt very surprised because he confronted me with something so unexpected. Especially in the situation he was now. His career had made a huge jump to success and every director wanted to work with him from now on. So how could he even have time for a baby?

 I made contact with his eyes, laying the magazine on the table in front of me. Rami looked at me expectantly, his face turned to seriousness in one second. I also could notice a little bit of insecurity in his beautiful green eyes, but I didn’t know what he was so afraid of.  “Can you tell me that again, baby?” I asked him, and moved closer to him to close the gap that was between us. I took his hands in mine and felt that they were trembling slightly. With I smile on my face, I tried to calm down the man who was also my husband for two years.

“I want to have a baby, (Y/N).” Rami repeated, avoiding my gaze as it was something to be ashamed of which of course was totally nonsense. I forced him to look at me in the eyes by lifting up his chin. “What changed your mind so rapidly, Rami?” I questioned. A few months ago, an interviewer asked if children were a part of his plans in the future but Rami turned it off by telling he wasn’t in a hurry. And I couldn’t blame him for saying that because I wanted him to concentrate on his job first.

I wanted to have kids, yes, I wanted to be a mother so bad. Only the thought of a baby who resembled Rami made tingles spreading in my whole  body. To carry his child was something to be proud of next to being his wife. My life already changed with entering Rami’s life but having our own baby would be a new adventure and I was sure of it.

Rami cleared his throat. “I know I said I wasn’t in a rush for children but… I think I’m ready for being a father. I mean, you remember the last week when we went to visit Sami and his wife?” I nodded with my head, not very sure what he was implying to. “I saw the sparkle in your eyes as you saw their daughter again and how you took care of her. I remember how you looked like when we returned back home, you tried to hide it but I saw the sadness in your eyes and the longing for our own children.”

I kept listening to him without any interruptions. I tried hard not to burst into tears and took a deep breath in. “After that night, I couldn’t stop thinking about you being pregnant with our own baby. How you would touch your belly only to assure yourself that our baby was still in there, how you would talk and sing to him or her, how we would set up its nursery and even go to buy baby supplies. I want it, I want all that now.” Rami looked at me with utter conviction, squeezing my hand lightly. “I want to experience morning sickness with you, I want to hold your hair back when you throw up into our toilet, I want to experience the joy and happiness in your eyes as you show me the positive pregnancy test, I’d love to see your baby bump growing every day, and hell I even want to experience you complaining about everything, back pain, headaches, no matter what. Please, let’s make a baby.”

The tears I tried to hold back in vain ran down my cheeks. A huge smile appeared on my face and leaned closer to his forehead. “What about your career?” I sniffled. “I mean, will you even have time to raise a child?”

“Don’t worry about that, (Y/N). I promise I’ll be there for you and for our baby. Nothing is more important to me than you and our family.”

“If that’s so, than I’m ready to try.” I breathed against his lips.

“Now?” Rami asked.

“Please.” I murmured before a captured my lips with his to a heated kiss. He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his hips as he carried me to our bed room where tried to create a new life, made of passion and love.


***

“Shit, I can’t wait anymore!” I whined, waiting for a result of the pregnancy test. “Why is it taking so long?”

Jasmine, Rami’s sister and my best friend besides being my sister-in-law, was there to support me. I missed my period for a long time and was confronted with nausea every morning. I was suspicious about a pregnancy but I didn’t want to look forward to it too much. Maybe I was wrong and the pregnancy test was negative. Who knew?

“Patience, (Y/N). “ Jasmine said and stroked my arm soothingly. “A few more minutes and it’ll be done.” I closed my eyes and sighed. Patience was not one of my strengths and especially now I was going to freak out.

And then I heard the little sound that saved me. “Okay.” Jasmine said. “Are you ready to have a look?”

“I’m afraid to be honest. What if it’s negative?”

“You’ll only find out if you look at it.” Jasmine answered.

I nodded my head, taking the test between my fingers. I was so excited and nervous at the same time. And as finally took a look, my eyes were filled with tears abruptly.

“Positive.” I whispered and felt my sister-in-law’s arms welcoming me into an embrace.

“Congratulations, (Y/N)!” She called, her eyes filling with tears as well and she began to laugh in joy. “You’ll be a mother! And I’m going to be an aunt! God, I’m so proud of you!”

We stood there for a while, crying and laughing and making plans for the future.

“We need to tell the others.” Jasmine said. “What about a dinner?” I agreed and we called my parents and the Malek family to join us tonight and to celebrate the big news.


-Later-

In the evening, everybody was gathered at the dining table. “May I have your attention, please?” I questioned. Everybody was looking at me. “First of all, I want to thank you for coming tonight. This really means a lot to me even though nobody knows what’s going on.” I earned some laughter. I turned to my husband.

“Rami, I have something for you.” I said, handing him a little box that I decorated with a little baby shoes, the pregnancy test and a little card, labeled with “For daddy”.

A confused expression appeared on his face as he took the box out of my hand.

“What’s that for?” he asked, laughing insecurely. Everybody stared at him and the box, wondering what was in there. And finally, Rami opened the box and his body froze for a second, his eyes were wide open, also his jaw dropped open.

“What’s the matter, son?” His dad asked as he saw Rami losing the color in his face for a second.

“Positive.” Rami mumbled as a response. “The test… it’s positive.” Then he made eye contact with everyone. “I-I’m going to be a dad.” Everyone stood silent for a moment, speechless. I turned to my parents and I saw my mom crying and smiling at me.

“We’ll have a baby…” Rami rambled. “I’ll be a dad. We made a baby. Our baby. We… We’re going to be parents. “  He got up instantly from his seat and wrapped his arms around me. Right then, everyone cheered and applauded, sending their congratulations.

“We’re going to have a baby, aren’t we?” Rami asked me. I responded with a kiss. “Yes, we’re going to be parents.”

“I love so much you, (Y/N).”  He kissed me again.

“I love you so much more.”


***


-Nine months later-


“Rami Said Malek! Tell your son he should stop kicking!” I whined. I was very close to my due date and the baby inside me had been more active than before. The closer we got the more I became nervous. I was afraid to be honest. I knew I was going to be confronted with lots of pain but it would be worth it. As soon as I held my baby in my hands, everything would be fine.

Rami joined me on the couch, wrapping his arms around my belly, stroking it. “Hey buddy!” He cooed. “Stop hurting mummy, please. She had a very hard day today.” I leaned my back against his chest, closing my eyes. I was very exhausted and tired and I was aware that I was facing more sleepless nights and exhaustion. Pregnancy was no fun. Nothing at all.

“Is it that what you have imagined?” I asked. I felt him nodding his head and resting his head on my shoulder.

“The last nine months have been the best I’ve ever had no matter how hard they were. They always will be special to me and I see more wonderful years ahead us. With you and me and our little one here.” He said, caressing my belly again. Suddenly, my baby kicked against me stomach, making his daddy smile. “I can’t wait to meet him.” He told me.

“I can’t wait to see him too.” I agreed.


***

“Congratulations, you have a healthy, strong boy.” The doctor wished us as he handed my son over to me. Rami, who stood next to me, looked at the little infant with admiration and adoration in his eyes. Finally, our bundle of love was there!

“Hey, there.” I whispered to my baby. “Welcome to the world.” I earned a little yawn of my new born son and he wrapped his tiny little fingers around my pointer finger. I turned to Rami, whose eyes were red from crying and he gave me a kiss on my lips.

“I’m proud of you.” He whispered into my ear. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” I said. “Here, hold him.” He took our son carefully out of my arms and kissed his soft cheeks.

“Hi baby, I’m your daddy. And I’m going to take very good care of you, I promise.”

I wanted to cry myself as I saw how my husband was interacting with our son. I thanked god for giving me the perfect soul mate for life and a wonderful little child.

“He has your eyes and your nose.” Rami claimed. I offered him a smile.

“He looks exactly like you. “ I said. Like his father, our son had little curls on his head. “He’s going to be handsome as his father.”

“I can’t wait to take him home.” Rami admitted. “I’m looking forward for our future, baby.” He came closer to me and sat down on my bed. “What do we call him?”

“David.” I answered. “Only if you’re okay with that.”

“David is fine with me.” He weighed our baby back and forth.

“David, you made our family complete.”

Cutting Silver - by lucyoverspilledvodka

(co-written by yours truly and @victorsporosya )

In which Yuuri discovers something life-changing about his idol and fiance


Yuuri stood in the bathroom of Victor’s apartment—it still felt far too early to be comfortable dubbing it their apartment—having a small existential crisis. Whatever he had been looking for or wanting to put away in the sink cabinet was utterly forgotten. His childhood hero, his first love, his eternal idol… a deception from the very beginning.

The characters on the bottle were majorly Cyrillic, but there was really no mistaking to design and thus its purpose.

“Yuuri, what are you—” Just as Yuuri had lost his train of thought, Victor lost his words the moment he saw what his fiancé was holding.

“Is that why you cut it?” Yuuri asked, looking up from the bottle to Victor. “The ends were so dead from years of bleach?”

“It’s just a toner,” Victor defended, sounding unsure of himself.

“Really?” Yuuri flipped the bottle over, studying the script printed across the label. “Because it looks like dye.”

As delicately as he could, Victor took the bottle from Yuuri’s hands and replaced it in the sink cabinet. “You don’t really think that I—”

“Color your hair?” Yuuri finished for him, eyes traveling suspiciously along Victor’s hairline. He made to touch the strands, then pulled his hand back at the last moment as if dejected. “I can’t believe this…” he muttered, brushing past Victor on his way to their living room. “My whole life, a lie. My fiancé, a liar. How can I achieve gold when even the silver in my life is unattainable?”

Yuuri flopped with resignation onto the couch, Makkachin hopping on top of him for company.

Two sets of brown eyes judged Victor, who collapsed on the floor in front of Yuuri, grasping for his hands. “Yuuri, my darling, my angel, I swear I’m not lying. Come on, how could you think that? I’ll throw it away right now.” He paused, thinking, “You can shower with me every day for a month to see that it’s true.”

Victor’s blue eyes shimmered with his pleading, but Yuuri’s thoughts traveled to Victor’s grueling quad practice the previous day, leaving him completely unsympathetic. Instead, he turned his face away as dramatically as Victor taught him and sighed. “I don’t think we should shower together anymore, Victor. This is world-altering. I need time.”

Pout pushing out his lower lip, Victor sat back. Yuuri refused to turn back toward him.

Pursing his mouth, Victor reached up, sweeping away his own bangs before tentatively running his fingers through his hair. “I’ll prove it to you,” he said, eyes trained on Yuuri, determination sprinting across his face. “I’ll shave it off.”

Victor expected Yuuri to break. Expected to receive that panicked little squeak which he adored, as Yuuri kicked Makkachin off the couch in his hurry to sit up and grasp onto Victor, expected to hear him command Victor not to touch his beautiful hair, expected the confession that Yuuri had only been knowingly joking.

Yuuri turned to face Victor again, face blank as he stated, “Okay then.”

A blink. A moment. Then another. Yuuri’s brown eyes did not break from his, challenging and unyielding.

Taking a deep breath while trying not to show it too much, Victor swallowed and pushed himself up off the floor, standing over Yuuri.

His hands fisted against his side, but he would not be the one to break. “Okay then.”

Yuuri watched Victor start to move, a very small sense of dread building in the pit of his stomach. “What are you doing?”

“Proving it to you.”

Victor vanished down the hall, towards the bathroom. For a moment, Yuuri did not move. He knew Victor wasn’t going to shave his hair off. He knew that… right?

Yuuri dislodged Makkachin and followed Victor down the hall, into the bathroom, to see Victor on his knees searching through the lower cabinet.

“Just looking for the clippers,” Victor said airily and Yuuri crossed his arms. No way Victor was actually going to go through with his threat… Then again, Victor had cut his trademark hair the night before an ISU competition, without telling anyone, all for the sake of a surprise.

Victor hummed the tune to Stammi Vicino as he searched, taking his time. Yuuri saw him fumble with the clippers a little once they had been located, fidgeting with the settings. “You’re gonna do it…” The exhale was an attempt at steady, betrayed by a hitch.

“I said I’ll prove it to you, love. If you don’t believe me.” Victor rose and turned, clippers in hand.

Yuuri’s eyes met him. And did not back down. “Do it then.”

Victor thumbed at the switch, turning the device on. The bathroom filled with the buzzing, vibrating off the tile, waiting for either of them to break.

When Yuuri still said nothing, Victor lifted up the clippers with a flourish. Checked the settings. Looked back up at Yuuri. Still nothing. He turned to face the mirror, running a hand through his hair, and raised the clippers.

Yuuri’s heart began to panic inside his chest. He could see Victor’s blue eyes challenging him in the reflection of the mirror, could see himself leaning against the door of the bathroom in the corner. Then Victor raised the clippers to the edge of his hair, just by his ear.

The buzzing grew deafening and the clippers met the ends of Victor’s undercut—

“Alright! Stop, stop!”

Except that Victor didn’t. Despite the protest, he ran the comb of the clippers through his hair in a long swooping motion, drawing out a terrified shriek from Yuuri.

The very next second, Yuuri tore the clippers out of his hands, leaping to see the damage and—nothing.

Victor burst into laughter, all the more when Yuuri’s comically wide-eyes continued to search his untouched hairline.

“Wha—”

“I took the blade out,” Victor said and held up the clippers for Yuuri to see. No blade. Victor’s hair remained intact.

Yuuri very slowly reached his hands up, running his fingers through Victor’s hair. Victor preened, just a little, leaning into Yuuri’s touch.

“You…” Yuuri started, voice soft and eyes slowly narrowing. He looked up at Victor through his lashes and Victor’s heart picked up. He knew that look, anticipation bubbling up inside him.

“You tricked me,” Yuuri whispered, leaning up and brushing his lips against Victor’s cheek. Victor’s fringe caught between them, tickling.

“Only a little,” Victor replied, waiting for Yuuri to kiss him properly.

Yuuri pulled back, looked at Victor’s mouth with dark eyes, and his grip tightened in his Victor’s hair. Then, Yuuri tugged. Harder than usual. Victor’s head tilted back, Yuuri’s lips just hovering.

“Ah—”

“Coward,” Yuuri said, before releasing Victor entirely and walked out of the bathroom, hips swaying as he did so.

“Yuuri— wait, what?” Victor stammered, abandoned in the bathroom. Quickly turning off the clippers, he bounced after Yuuri and back down the hall towards the living area. Yuuri was in the kitchen, making tea with the coolest expression Victor had ever seen on him.

“Yuuri?”

“And I thought you loved me,” Yuuri sighed heavily, in a manner most unlike him. “Should’ve known Victor Nikiforov would’ve loved his hair more than his dime a dozen fiancé.”

“Yuuri!” Victor whined, walking straight through the kitchen to wrap his arms around Yuuri’s waist, resting his head on Yuuri’s shoulder. “Don’t be like that, it was a joke!”

“Hmm,” Yuuri hummed, ignoring Victor. Victor tightened his grip, kissing Yuuri’s neck.

“Yuuri, please.”

“Hmph.”

“Yuuri!” The whimper sounded excessive even to Victor’s own ears, but he could not bring himself to care.

Then Yuuri started to shake in Victor’s arms. Panic flashes through Victor at the thought that Yuuri might be crying. He twisted so he could cup Yuuri’s face in his hands and rain down apologies, and then realized that Yuuri was laughing.

“…You’re teasing me.”

“Only a little,” Yuuri imitated, relishing Victor’s broken expression before leaning back, turning a bit to kiss at Victor’s cheek. “You teased me first.”

“Does this mean you believe me?” Victor asked, more than relieved. The joke had been a little cruel. But that expression on Yuuri’s face had been so worth it.

“Technically you still haven’t proven anything,” Yuuri reminded him, even as he touched another kiss to Victor’s cheek.

A hum came from Victor and he tapped at his lips with a finger in consideration. “I’ve got some baby pictures,” he offered and even in their current position of back to chest, he could see the glint in Yuuri’s eyes. The one he’s dubbed Yuuri’s fanboy sparkle.

He was proven to be right when Yuuri’s voice trembled a bit at the start of his response. “O-oh? Well, if they’re not in black and white.”

“Keep talking and I won’t show you all of them,” Victor responded, kissing Yuuri’s hair before bouncing off to find an old photo album probably crammed somewhere dusty.

“All the more proof that you really don’t love me.”

Victor whined all the way to the bookshelf.

katlady13  asked:

Hi! My birthday is April 24th and I'd love to read everlark where Peeta thinks he's lost Katniss somehow, like a misunderstanding or even some kind of accident, but everything works out in the end. Love the drama/angst, and I'm down for any rating (but let's be real, the smuttier the better bc it's my birthday lol). No infidelity please! Tytyty! You are awesome!

Originally posted by heybuckaroohowareyou

Happy Birthday! There is definitely some angst in this one. Thanks for having a birthday so we can all enjoy this great story! And thank you to @katnissdoesnotfollowback for writing and submitting it. She’s been a MAJOR contributor to this blog, as have many others, and we can’t thank her enough. Links to part one & part two if you haven’t read them yet. Enjoy! I know we did. 


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All’s Fair - Part 3

WARNINGS: RATED E for language, PTSD, and smut. Mostly the rating is for the smut. SMUT I SAY!

A/N: HR in this instance stands for Human Remains. There’s no gore or graphic violence in this, but there is a healthy dose of angst. Thank you @peetabreadgirl for pre-reading.

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My boots scrape the pavement as I stop to stare up and down the parking lot aisles. I find at least four Jeep-shaped vehicles under black covers and sigh, drop my bag on the pavement, and search through the pockets for my keys. Not even my car keys, either. Customs fucked up my packing job and I’m pretty sure they wound up back in my footlocker. I find the keys I need underneath a half empty bottle of Gatorade and unlock my trunk, rummaging around until my fingers find the canvas ribbon on my at home keychain. Yanking them out, I listen to the jingle of home with the distant growl of a C-130 spooling up its engines. The humid North Carolina air presses down on my lungs and I blink in the fading light.

It’s late. I’m exhausted and hungry. And the red REMOVE BEFORE FLIGHT tag on my keys is a one-two punch to the face. I don’t even know where he is right now. He was supposed to be home sometime last week, although I don’t know the exact date, but the fact that he wasn’t here to meet me means he was delayed somewhere. Or something far worse that I am not prepared to contemplate on four hours of shitty sleep on a cramped rotator flight and an empty stomach.

Pocketing my car keys, I slam my footlocker shut and lock it back up, hefting my bag back on my shoulder and hauling the trunk onto its wheels to continue my solitary trek. I hit the lock button on the key fob twice and hope my battery didn’t die while I’ve been gone. I’ve got jumpers, but no one I feel comfortable inconveniencing. Most of the others have already gone home. Prim couldn’t be here this time, unable to get away from med school. Mom’s too sick to travel. Gale’s still somewhere in Fallujah, I think. At least, that’s the last place I ran into him.

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Reign IV (Reader x Bucky Barnes)

Word Count: 1601

Summary: Royal AU: the reader is a princess next in line to take the throne. Bucky is a knight that has been put in charge of taking care of and protecting the reader.

Warnings: funeral?

A/N: Sorry it’s been a while since I’ve posted in this series! Things got busy and I just had no time to write but here we are and omg. enjoy!!

“Reign” MASTERLIST

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Too Close For Comfort

Originally posted by leakees

Pairing: Sami Zayn x Reader

GIF Credit: ^^

Warnings: Swearing and really rude and hurtful things but then fluff at the end, also, claustrophobia.

Rating: Mature (for only swearing)

A/N: This was a request from an anon AGES ago: “I’m a sucker for hate/love things so I’m going to request it with Sami to feed your need lol Reader and Sami TOTALLY hates each other and are always fighting like they cant even see each other without saying something rude (Im also a sucker for rude and angry Sami) turn out they get stuck in the elevator together and one of the is claustrophobic so the other has to comfort it and they end up kissing each other and having a lot of fluff but then she says “I still hate u” so he try to change that

Sami Zayn is a fucking asshole. Whatever his fans said about him didn’t matter, you hated him. He hated you too. It all started when you came up from NXT. There was something he just didn’t like about you, and he made it known to everyone. “So please explain y/n, who did you have to sleep with to get here?” Even Kevin Owens glared at him, mouthing “what the fuck man?” at him.

“I worked my fucking ass off and you say that shit to me?” Sami just rolled his eyes and walked past you, slamming his shoulder into yours. It took everything in you to not run up and slap the hell out of him. Fuming, you stormed back the locker rooms. That’s how it’s always been between you two, pure loathing and hatred.

You were called up to the main roster about two months after Sami did. When he was gone from NXT, it felt like you could properly breathe again. Now he was back. The first few weeks were okay, just a few snide comments from both sides. Then it got bad. You started up a rivalry with Charlotte leading up to Wrestlemania 32 and would be placed in the match along with Becky Lynch and Sasha Banks. Sami thought you were overstepping your “low status”. Your arguments would get so heated that people from Kalisto to the Big Show would have to separate you two. The fights were vicious. Although Sami wouldn’t hit you because he said it was against who he was, he made it clear that he would love to. You, on the other hand, didn’t care how you looked to others. Before you could usually smack his smug little smile off his face, someone much stronger and more level headed would swoop in and throw you over their shoulder. Whoever was brave enough would have to dodge your fists and knees as you tried to claw your way back to Sami. Kevin would usually come in and try to calm down Sami.

It was Wrestlemania weekend and like most NXT alums, you had just seen Takeover Dallas. It was amazing, minus Sami’s match. Not that it was a bad match, but Sami kept glaring at you when he would attack Shinsuke, like he wished it was you in Shinsuke’s place. 

After catching up with everyone, you along with the huge group of main roster stars, headed back to the hotel. You lingered a bit down in the bar, just sipping on a coke because the last thing you needed was a hangover during the biggest match of your life. Finally, you decided to head upstairs, taking the elevator to save your legs the strain. Once in, you hit the number 7 button and it flashed. Sami came sprinting in, just barely making it.

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anonymous asked:

Latte ship: Matt immediately falling for Lance, and ridiculously oblivious Lance who thinks they are becoming bros until Matt literally gibes up trying to woo him and just flat out kisses him

Thanks for the request! Here it is: 

(I’ll post this on Ao3 later. Right now it’s having some issues so I’ll add a link when I do it.)

When the team had discovered Matt Shiro and Pidge were ecstatic. There were some hugs, some tears, and more hugs as they brought him back to the castle through the green lion.

After landing Blue gently in her hanger, Lance rushed to the common area, the last to arrive. Shiro, Matt, and Pidge were talking animatedly in the middle of the room as the others sat around on the couches, a pleased hum permeating the room after the successful mission. He moved forward, slipping into the gap between Shiro and Pidge. As he got a look at Pidge’s brother he felt his face heat up.

Matt looked almost exactly like Pidge, but his face was a little sharper, a little older and a shock of white like Shiro’s ran through the fringe on his left. In other words he made Lance’s heart speed up a little.  Matt turned, stopping mid sentence as their eyes met. Lance was frozen and Matt marched forward, sticking his hand out.

“My name’s Matt, but you can call me anytime.”

Lance stuttered but took Matt’s hand, shaking it firmly. “I uh- I’m Lance.”

“Gross Matt.” Pidge shoved her brother half-heartedly, breaking the connection between their hands.

Lance smiled awkwardly. Was he actually flirting? “He was just joking around Pidge.” No, people didn’t flirt with Lance. Lance flirted with others and was rejected or betrayed, that’s how things went. He turned to Matt, “Are you a thief? Cause i’m pretty sure you just stole my heart.” He snapped some finger guns and gave a cocky smile as Matt laughed. They were gonna get along just fine.

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Throughout the next couple months Matt spent most of his time with Pidge or Shiro, but he always made time for Lance. Their meetings usually started with a pick up line from Matt, and they were never the same.

“I’m no photographer but I can picture us together.”

“Is your name Wi-Fi? Because I’m feeling a connection.”

“Your eyes are blue, like the ocean. And baby, I’m lost at sea.”

Lance usually responded with his own joking line as Pidge and Shiro (and the others but not as prominently) would groan in the background. He and Matt actually grew pretty close though.. As Matt got more comfortable around the castle they began to spend more and more time together, talking about everything from the best memes to more serious subjects like Matt’s time with the Galra or Lance’s insecurities. More than once there were some comforting hugs and touches.

It was a night like those when Lance realized he’d fallen for Matt. They’d been discussing what they would do when they got back to Earth. Lance had told tales of garlic knots and Cuban beaches and of how he wanted to see his family again, show them how much he’d grown. After a while their shoulders had pressed together as they looked out a window into space.

“I think I’d take like a month to just play all the video games that came out and browse tumblr for all the memes that i missed. Hey, maybe you could come with me! We could co-op on some of the stuff or we could just hang! Wouldn’t that be awesome?” Matt had such a hopeful look on his face. The light brown in Matt’s eyes mixed with the colors of the universe around them. He was gorgeous.  Lance felt his chest tighten.

“Yeah.” He whispered. He was so screwed. “That would be very awesome.”

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Surprisingly their confession wasn’t such a romantic moment. They’d been playing Mario Kart on the system that Pidge and Hunk had rigged up to the Altean version of a Tv when Matt had paused the game. Lance turned, about to question why he’d stopped when Matt blurted out a pick up line. “Your lips look lonely. Would they like to meet mine?”

Lance flushed, internally berating himself for reacting. He couldn’t really think of a good response though, and settle for a wobbly smile. “That’s a good one dude.” He moved his gaze back to the game but didn’t get chance to start playing.

Two hands gripped his collar with a rushed, “For fuck’s sake.” Lance was pulled to the side and lips smashed against his own. Momentarily stunned Lance froze, mentally rebooting. Matt was kissing him. HolyshitMattwaskissinghim.

Matt pulled back, eyes searching Lance’s face and releasing his hands. Panic washed over his features. “Oh my god, I am so sorry I should have known you didn’t feel the same-”

The rest of Matt’s apology faded into the background to Lance as he rushed forward, knocking Matt onto his back and shoving their mouths back together, holding himself up. It was just pressure, but lips began to move and glide together gently in a slow dance as they relaxed into the motions. Matt’s lips were cracked in a stark contrast to Lance’s own, but he didn’t care. Hands threaded themselves in Lance’s hair. A leg rose to nudge against his hip and Lance found himself on his back, Matt leaning over him. While his left remained in Lance’s hair, Matt’s right hand stroked his cheek.

“I’m going to assume that means you like me too?”

Lance could only nod, a little overwhelmed, but loving it anyway. Matt grinned and pressed his palm more firmly to the underside of Lance’s jaw and dragged his lips over Lance’s again. Hot was about the only thought that Lance could solidly form. The thumb stroking over his pulse and the fingernails scratching against his scalp flushed heat from his face to his toes. Lance gripped the side of Matt’s shirt over his ribs, pulling the boy on top of him, chests flush.

A wet stroke passed over Lance’s bottom lip, followed by the sharp, but gentle press of teeth. A small gasp passed Lance’s mouth, and he had begun to open for Matt when a voice interrupted.

  “Hey Lance, I need my brother back so if you- AAAH MY EYES!” Pidge screeched and covered her eyes with the data pad she had been focused on. Lance and Matt flinched back from one another and turned to Pidge, but she had already run out of the room. 

They laughed, leaning into one another. As they settled down, fingers threaded through Lance’s and he gripped them back. Maybe he wasn’t so screwed.