my friend took me to it last time i was in japan

Punk (Chap. 12)

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 3923

Warnings: language, talk about injuries, sarcasm (sometimes jokes are okay)

A/N:  Thank you all for the amazing feedback and support on the last chapter.  I’m completely blown away and ecstatic that you like the story.  I hope you like this next part, it’s a little drawn out but I had some angst I needed to get out.  Feedback is always appreciated.  Thank you again for your patience between updates.  



Apparently Natasha didn’t actually want you to answer that question.  She was ranting and raving, throwing her hands in the air, pointing a polished, accusatory finger in your direction.  She switched from English to Russian so quickly that it seemed as is if she were a one-woman show playing all the parts.  You couldn’t get a word in edgewise though.  Every time you opened your mouth to reply she merely answered herself or spoke right over you with a barrage of “what were you thinkings” “you could have dieds” “I’ve never seen anything do stupid in my entire lifes” “what the hell is wrong with yous” and what you suspected were several rude and explicit Russian insults.

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Wait, what?

(based on this) (look, there’s a part two)


Yuuri barely has time to grab his jacket when he runs out the door, much less brush his hair or find a hat. Unfortunately, he’s sure that that means that his hair is an absolute mess. It’s been getting long again, but in between classes and helping Yura out with his routine on the weekends, he hasn’t had much time for things like haircuts. Besides, Victor doesn’t seem to mind it, and Yura likes to experiment hairstyles on Yuuri “so that if it looks stupid, I don’t have to see it on myself.”

It’s not that big a deal, except on days like this, when he sleeps in (thanks a lot Vitya) and doesn’t have the time to really get it under control. He usually meets up with his friends before class, and he doesn’t doubt that they’ll notice, and probably tease him about it.

They notice.

“Yuuri!” Estephania gasps, sounding too scandalized for her words to be anything but teasing. “What on earth happened to your hair?”

Yuuri flushes. “I was running late,” he mumbles.

Richard snorts. “You sure? Because that looks more like sex hair to me, man.”

“Ooh, he’s right,” Estephania coos before Yuuri can protest.

He wonders if it’s possible to die of embarrassment (especially since they’re not entirely wrong). “No, really I–”

“We know, sweetie.” She reaches up and moves his hair around a bit, trying to make it look presentable. “You’re just too easy to tease.”

“You sure you’re really twenty seven?” Richard raises an eyebrow.

Yuuri just smiles at the ground in fond humiliation (apparently it’s not a common emotion, but it’s a little hard not to be used to the feeling when he’s married to the world’s biggest drama queen) and nods. “I am.”

His friends are too much sometimes, he admits. Richard is the embodiment of America in a lot of ways: loud, completely lacking a sense of social norms, a walking personification of testosterone. Estephania is less… everything… than Richard, but she’s very touchy and affectionate in an entirely platonic way that reminds Yuuri a lot of Christophe, only without all of the innuendo. But they’re both loyal down to their very core, and they’re not bad people.

His phone starts ringing, Stammi Vicino playing loudly. Yuuri picks up, keeping his phone away from Estephania’s hands. “Да, Vitya?”

“Dude! You speak Russian too?” Richard looks like Yuuri just smacked him in the face. The school year just started, so they’re all still learning about each other.

Yuuri just smiles, since Victor is in the middle of one of his usual mid-morning crises. “Vitya, calm down,” he says in Russian. “Makkachin is probably out with Yura. You know he takes her for walks sometimes. Have you seen him today?”

He manages to get Victor off the phone just before class starts, flipping his phone to airplane mode since he’s sure that this isn’t the last he’ll be hearing from his lovable trainwreck of a husband.



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me: *wrote a meta about victor a few days ago*

me: *writes another meta about victor fucking immediately*  

me: ok 

I’ve been on a hell of a writing kick lately so here we are. I addressed this sort of in my last post about Victor, but I REALLY want to give it it’s own post so without further ado, let’s get into this.

The topic today is self-worth. Or, how Victor’s and Yuuri’s concept of themselves is the same yet drastically different. 

Yuuri is incredibly easy to address because his expression of anxiety and self doubt is incredibly stark. Also, we get to be privy to his thoughts more than any other character’s, so pretty much everything that directly bothers him we already know about. Yuuri is a perfectionist, he doubts his choices, his abilities, his worth (not just as a skater but as a person), I think he believes himself to be plain and not particularly attractive, but that’s more speculation on my part based on his chronic anxiety. It’s an Anxiety Thing™. 

(If you’d like to see more extensive thoughts and evidence about Yuuri’s anxiety, I wrote a thing here to backup my statements)

Yuuri is also rather expressive, while Victor just, isn’t really. 

Sure, he’s goofy and bubbly, but he hides behind walls of pleasantness and restraint. I’m sure it has to do with media training, considering how long Victor has been in the public eye. 

Anyway. 

What I mean to say here is that Yuuri and Victor experience two different facets of self doubt. Yuuri can’t recognize his abilities, doesn’t believe in his own potential, can’t accept his achievements, etc etc. But I think Victor can do all those things. Victor knows his skills, he knows he’s essentially the best around, he knows he’s attractive and sought after. Victor knows this and can accept it. Victor’s biggest issue is his belief that if he doesn’t keep up a mask, he’s unlovable. 

I think it’s been implied that Victor isn’t close to many people at all. When the video of Yuuri skating his routine went up, Victor seemed to easily jump on the next plane to Japan. He had no qualms and was clearly excited to leave. It’s been suggested in multiple fics (one off the top of my head being pt3 of Even Ice Gods Can Melt…what a fucking amazing little series, please go read it) that the only things in Russia Victor felt truly attached to were Yakov and Makkachin and Victor took Makkachin with him…

He interacts with several people in the skating community friendly enough (Stephane in ep12, those 3 girls in Russia Jackets in ep4), but the only person he seems to be friends with is Chris. They seem to know each other well and clearly get along wonderfully. 

We don’t really see Victor interact closely with others other than Yuuri, Yuri, and Yakov. Yakov seems to be a father figure while I think Victor views Yuri as sort of a younger brother. However, he still runs out of the country, essentially forgetting about Yuri, so there you go. 

Right, so. Victor isn’t close to many people. Humans are social animals, we need to have frequent, positive interaction with others to maintain mental–and, subsequently, physical–health. If you don’t get these interactions, it’s easy to form misconceptions about yourself. Such as, if I can’t get close to or speak to others, there must be something wrong with me, right? Or, no one knows what I’m actually like, and that’s probably for the better. 

Both Yuuri and Victor struggle with the idea of love and support. Yuuri, as he says in ep5, couldn’t feel the love and support around him for a very long time. Victor, as he says in ep12, felt that he had to work completely alone to advance himself. I think this implies that Victor deliberately pushed people away by keeping up this pleasant mask and never allowing them to see in any deeper. 

Yuuri’s distancing is incredibly physical (actually avoiding people, literal pushing, curling up, etc.) while Victor’s is more emotional (he doesn’t physically avoid but exclusively emotionally walls off).

I keep coming back to this mask of publicity pleasantness. It’s what got me thinking about this idea in the first place. In that Victor meta I linked to up there, I talked a bit about the beach scene, among other things. Victor names off a ton of options to gage what Yuuri wants him to be. It doesn’t occur to Victor to be himself until Yuuri asks him to. It doesn’t occur to Victor that he could be desired as himself. 

He has this media image that people are accustomed to: handsome, elegant, playboy, pleasant, a gentleman, etc. This is what Victor is liked for. He probably hasn’t dropped that persona–at least for an extensive amount of time–in front of others for a very long time. It occurs to Victor to be whatever Yuuri would like, and it doesn’t cross his mind that Yuuri just likes him

I love Victor and his character arc so damn much. Really looking forward to this movie–whenever it’s coming out–to see if they look further into this insecure side of Victor. 

(I feel like this post is just me rehashing stuff but like I really adore how Victor is written and idk how to shut up)

Truth Through The Lies

Come on guys! Why do you keep doing this to yourselves? Every time something new comes out, some in this fandom forget everything else we’ve learned, and have a full fledged freak out. I honestly don’t think the situation is as bad as the narrative leads us to believe.

I have avoided saying this, because it sounds awful, but it’s the truth, so I’m going to say it…The Entertainment Industry, as a whole, but especially the Music Industry turns their artists into professional liars. The Artists don’t lie to us because they want to, they do it because they have to.

Here’s the honest truth. In the Music Industry, the only thing that’s important, even more important than the music, is the narrative and Image of the Artist. The Industry has proven time and time again, that talent isn’t everything. There have been plenty of money made by artists, that in all honesty, couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket. Yet, they become successful money makers, because of the Image and the narrative sold to the public.

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[TRANS] Haru Hana Vol. 41 Issue ‘Interview with NCT 127′

Group Interview

NCT127 who were the last to appear on stage at the 68th ‘Sapporo Snow KPOP Festival’ held on the 12th of February. Because of their Japanese member, Yuta, we were able to hear their stories on their first time in Hokkaido.

Q: What did you do in Sopporo?
Taeyong: We saw the snow and everyone played like kids.
Doyoung: We haven’t seen snow in a while and everywhere we go there’s piled up snow, we played happily. We also wanted to show our fans this scenery, so we took photos and shared them on SNS.

Q: What did you eat?
Mark: Ramen.
Taeyong: Shabu-shabu and sushi.
Yuta: Can I speak Japanese? It was my first time eating miso ramen in Sapporo, it really is delicious, everyone all ate like they were possessed by a hungry demon.

Q: During your concert, Taeyong performed Kotori Yoshino’s gag, who showed it to him?
Yuta: I showed it to him, and he seemed to like it a lot, so he decided to do it once.

Q: Yuta also worked hard to be the MC.
Yuta: Normally it’s hard for me to express my feelings in Korean, but I can freely do so in Japanese, so I want to talk more and interact more, ad libs just comes out.

Q: How did the other members feel after watching Yuta?
Johnny: This was my first time coming to Japan with Yuta, and because he was so used to Korea, I thought he is almost a Korean. But after seeing him in Japan I thought ‘ah, (he’s) Japanese’.
Mark: That’s right, that’s right
Taeyong: He came to Japan and did various things well. (He) organised our food menu as well.
Haechan: When we arrived in Japan and asked about things we didn’t know, Yuta hyung helped us.
Jaehyun: During the show when we were doing the ment, I also asked questions, Yuta hyung overcame it all.

Q: I am going to bring up a unique fashion topic, what kind of style of plain clothes do you like?
Winwin: I like clothes that are clean (bright) and smart.
Doyoung: I like comfortable clothes. Casual clothes.
Taeil: For me, training wear. I really like being comfortable.
Yuta: I like (wearing) entirely black. Or all black.
Jaehyun: I like all kinds of colours. I also like anything monotone, simple but with a point.
Haechan: I like comfortable clothes~
Taeyong: I like baggy clothes. For example, a t-shirt that I have at home for 5 years.
Mark: It differs depending on how I feel. I pick clothes according to how I feel.
Johnny: I also wear clothes depending on how I feel that day, I pick clothes that can express my feelings.

Q: Which member cares about their fashion the most?
Mark: I think it’s Winwin hyung.
Yuta: Isn’t it fashion terrorist Winwin?
Doyoung: It’s high fashion (as in high fashion sense).
Taeil: You will be surprised when you see it.

Q: What goals would you like to achieve in 2017?
Taeyong: We would like to have more activities in Japan, and in Korea of course.
Yuta: There will be a lot of chances this year to come to Japan so please look forward to them.

Solo Interview

Q1:Food I can’t get sick of
Q2:If I could go on a one-day trip without any distance restriction
Q3: Member with who I want to always stay together
Q4: Song that I like
Q5: Praise for another member
Q6: A word for Japanese fans

[ TAEIL ]
A1. Samgyeobsal, Pizza (it has been my favorite food)
A2. Gangwon-do. I want to go to a ski resort for skiing and snowboarding
A3. Johnny. We talk well. Even if I ask strange questions, he answers well. It’s fun.
A4. NCT127 LIMITLESS. The more you listen, the better it becomes
A5. Taeil -> Johnny:  He is calm. He is tall.  Can communicate well with anybody.  Language Skills (English, Korean, Chinese). He is strong. 
A6. Thank you for always giving us your support. From now on we’ll work hard to be able to show you a cool stage and music. NCT fighting!

[ JOHNNY ]
A1. Sandwich. You can eat it wherever and whenever you want, there are a lot of types as well.
A2. I want to sleep on my bed in our house in America.
A3. I like all of the members!!
A4. Coldplay – Yellow
A5. Johnny -> Taeyong: Really handsome. Knows for sure what he is looking for. It’s cute when he tries to look cool.
A6. I wish there were more fan signs where I can meet Japanese fans! Thank you so much for cheering (for us)!

[ TAEYONG ]
A1. Sujebi. I have liked it ever since I was small, and I also like kneading.
A2. Youngsters’ street, Shibuya. I like fashion so I want to see what it’s like.
A3. Yuta. It’s comfortable (with him) because we’ve known each other for so long.
A4. NCT127 Limitless
A5. Taeyong (JT/N I think in the original text, it was misspelled as from Taeil) -> Yuta: a good friend who is joyful, cheerful, righteous, he always does his best, cool and manly
A6. I will always appreciate the interest and affection we get from Japanese fans. I will continue to do my best to make NCT 127 reputable!!! 

[ YUTA ]
A1. Takoyaki. Isn’t Takoyaki the best?
A2. Europe. Italy. The streets are very pretty.
A3. I don’t have one. I don’t want to be together until we are old (I want to be) together with my beautiful wife in the future…
A4. TVXQ sunbaenim’s Begin. I always listen to it when I sleep.
A5. Yuta -> Doyoung: He sings well. I like his voice. Among the member, he is a person who is always stable. (well-controlled and organised) he is the mediator. He can talk about his personal opinions, but also care about his surroundings.
A6. Japanese fans, it’s Yuta! I am always, always thankful for your cheers!! Please continue to look after us!!

[ DOYOUNG ]
A1. Noodle soup (Udon)
A2. Italy
A3. Taeil
A4. NCT127 Switch
A5. Doyoung -> Jaehyun : I can’t choose one because he has so many charms. I just want to point out his ‘Reverse Charm’. He’s both manly and kind! The charm is coming from the gap.
A6. To my fans in Japan, I will cheer you up because your love and encouragement. 

[ JAEHYUN ]
A1. Water. I never get tired of drinking it.
A2. Neptune. I want to go to Neptune as the first person in the world
A3. Winwin.  He’s my friend. I don’t think I’ll get tired of him when we are together
A4. NCT127 LIMITLESS
A5. Jaehyun -> Winwin. Winwin’s is optimistic. He is very innocent but can also be serious at times.  And most of all, he is very, very, very cute. 
A6.  Everyone please love us 'limitlessly’  We (I) will always be grateful.

[ WINWIN ]
A1. Meat (chicken, beef)
A2. I want to go to New Zealand. I like everything about it.
A3. Friend. Jaehyun.
A4. NCT127 Limitless
A5. Winwin -> Mark: I really like his personality. He is always considerate and cute. He’s also good at dancing and rapping. He really, really has a lot of charms. Mark who has limitless charms.
A6. Please continue to cheer for us.

[ MARK ]
A1. Chicken. I can eat many different kinds of chicken.
A2. I would like to walk around the town I lived in Canada one more time.
A3. Winwin hyung. It’s interesting how there’s always a new feeling when being together with him.
A4. Justin Bieber - Love Yourself
A5. Mark -> Haechan: His legs are pretty. His energy is overflowing. He’s good at cooking. He’s not good at listening to me but he’s improving.  His character is completely different from mine so it’s interesting.
A6. To all our Japanese fans~!
This is our first visiting Sapporo. After being welcomed by our pretty Japanese fans, I like Japan even more! I would be very happy if we can visit Japan more frequently from now on. Please anticipate the next time we see each other!!

[ HAECHAN ]  
A1. kimchi
A2. Busan. I want to go to eat sashimi.
A3. Doyoung hyung
A4. Michael Jackson - Billie Jean
A5. Haechan -> Taeil: He’s good at singing. He plays instruments well. He’s fun, kind, and good at sports.
A6. Everyone, I’m so happy!! Thank you!! 

Translation:  Teddy, Rini, Selin  Esmee, Em @ FY! NCT (NCTINFO) | Source: llla_ittt

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Shiksa Goddess - Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Words: 1136
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Featuring: Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Tony Stark
Warnings: there is so much fluff its cliche
Requested by anon
Clint and Nat making fun of reader and Pietro for being too cutesy and for being that annoyingly sweet couple that nobody can stand for free of getting cavities.
Authors Note: So the request did not ask for this to be a song imagine, but when I read annoyingly sweet I thought of this song, Shiksa Goddess from The Last Five Years- you can listen to it here! And I have done my research, Shiksa Goddess is a term used by Jewish people to describe non Jewish people, HOWEVER THIS IMAGINE DOES NOT ACTUALLY USE THE TERM SHIKSA GODDESS OR MAKE ANY REFRENCE TO RELIGION SO IT CAN BE READ BY ANYONE! I did not want to limit anyone or offend anyone so it was best to leave religion out of this, it is meerly just the song name :) (Sorry it has been so long without an imagine out, I’ve been really sick.)

Pietro Masterlist. Masterlist.


“Hey, how’s your leg rash doing?” Natasha asked Clint as they walked around the base.

“Much better. It’s really annoying, though,” He groaned.

Natasha shook her head with a laugh. “If you were more careful and didn’t think you could slide on the grass and not get hurt, then you wouldn’t have gotten the rash.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Clint shook his head.

Tony almost ran into the pair when he sped around the corner. After almost dropping his coffee all over the place, Natasha noticed how his eyes were bugging out. “Be warned. Do not eat food in the kitchen right now; you will only throw it up if you stay in there. Good luck,” Tony told them, and ran out of the way.

Clint and Natasha gave each other confused looks, unsure of what Tony meant. They figured he could be overreacting, as he usually does, and continued on their way.

It was later at night, so there was no surprise that there had been some drinking by many in the base. Clint and Natasha walked into the kitchen, that was connected to the common room, and found you sitting on the couch next to Pietro. It was obvious that you both had a bit to drink, as there were bottles on the table in front of you.

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Stress Relief part 2 - Wolverine x Reader (NSFW SMUT)

So many people asked for more Wolverine smut…So, here we go. Very NSFW. Really. Shameless smut (with some gif, which do not belong to me by the way). Because self-control is for weak people…wait…hum…Whatever. 

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

Summary : Last time, you helped your Wolverine relax…this time, he helps YOU. And you couldn’t be happier. 

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It had been a while since you had a week as bad as the one you just had. 

Your students, maybe because they felt like the summer vacations were very close, were just being so difficult, so much that at each end of the class you were just exhausted both mentally and physically. 

If that wasn’t enough, you had tons of paperworks to take care of because you promised Storm you’d help her with it. You probably made at least 100 new student files, as the school really started to grow and more kids came in every day. You fucking hated paperworks…You cursed yourself for even asking Ororo if she needed help. She was your best friend, and was co-headmaster with Logan…You saw what being headmaster did to Logan, how it took a toll on his mind, mood etc etc, and just had to try to help them. Still. Fuck paperworks. 

You also were in charge of recruiting new teachers, and that was another pain in the ass, because damn some of them were perfect idiots. You had to throw some out of the school once you realized they were just journalists, looking for a new scandal article to make about a “school full of dangerous mutants”. Assholes. 

Oh, and of course, you also asked Kurt and Hank if they needed help, and of course…They did. 

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A Day So Special (Viktuuri Oneshot) [Bakery AU]

Since Yuri!!! On Ice has been stuck on my mind for the past few months days, I decided to write a fic for it :)

This lovely AU fic is for @barechu for an art trade! I hope you like it! I tried my best with the lovely prompt you sent me (I fell in love with it the moment you sent it).

Honestly, I don’t think I’ll be able to shake off Viktuuri anytime soon. 

None of the characters are mine. All copyright to the creators of Yuri on Ice.

Enjoy!


Snow pelted the large bakery windows softly at 1 PM, sliding down the clear glass before mingling with the rest in a pile at the bottom. Yuuri Katsuki watched in wonder at the snow outside, his hands absentmindedly pouring another layer of cake batter into the metal cake pan in front of him. It didn’t matter if he had lived in Hasetsu, Japan all his life; snow would always be something otherworldly to him. Especially since it was Christmas today.

“Yuuri, what are you doing in the kitchen at this time? We have customers.” his sister, Mari Katsuki, called from the front.

Yuuri snapped out of his trance, abruptly pulling away the bowl he was holding so the cake batter would stop its descend to the cake pan. He was making a Napoleon Cake, and it took a pain stakingly long time to pour every individual layer and baking it. But he didn’t mind. It was Christmas after all. Glancing behind him, Yuuri raised an eyebrow at his sister where she stood at the open doorway between the kitchen and the front counter.

“I’m making the special for today. I saw a recipe online for Napoleon Cake when I was searching for things to make last night,” he paused, moving to set the cake pan into the oven once more, “It’ll be done in 30 minutes, you can handle the front for now, right?”

Mari rolled her eyes with a nod, the most acknowledgement she’d give her brother for his obsession with baking. It was, after all, what made him open this cafe: Hasetsu Cafe - one of the most well known in the small town. At the age of 20, Yuuri had decided to fulfil his dreams with the money he had earned from his previous jobs. Four years later, at 24, it had become one of the biggest successes in his life.

As the oven dinged, signalling that the next layer was ready, Yuuri bent down to bring it back up onto the counter.

Just three more layers, he thought as he slowly poured the cake batter once more with precision.

Like he expected, it took him 30 minutes to finish the cake, moved it onto a ceramic cake platter that was adorned with a green and red ribbon for Christmas, and set it into the freezer display in the front counter. With a proud smile, Yuuri went over to the black chalkboard settled beside the counter and added Napoleon Cake to the top of the specials list for the day with his blue chalk:

Specials:

- Napoleon Cake

- Hazelnut Latte Cake

- Gingerbread Cake

With a smile still intact on his face, Yuuri went back to clean up the mess he had made and to change his flour covered shirt to his specially nice button up he brought over for Christmas. Albeit he was still going to wear the bakery apron over it. Slicking back his hair and wiping his glasses clean one last time, Yuuri joined his sister in the front counter who was beginning to struggle with the number of customers walking in through the front door.

“Counter’s open!” he announced loudly as customers began to line up on his row. He couldn’t imagine a better way to spend his Christmas.

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Viktor Nikiforov never knew how to feel during his birthday. Of course, it was Christmas day too so there was some form of happiness he felt. But for some reasons, his birthday always reminded him of loneliness - even with many of his friends being in Japan at the moment ready to celebrate in a few hours at the hotel he was staying at.

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The Secret (10)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; epilogue.

You tried not to be hurt by Baekhyun’s rejection, to carry on as normal and focus your attention on Zoe, but when you were alone with nothing to distract you, your mind seemed to drift back to the moment he walked out of your apartment. That night, you cried for what felt like hours until you were empty, reflecting on the mess you’d made of your life. And then in the morning, you woke up to Zoe singing in her bedroom and pushed your feelings to the side.

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Red bracelet

Originally posted by seugcheol

A Mingyu soulmate!au for me please? Yah know the red string stuff /I’m so sorry I can’t remember anything about the red string I just heard about it when I had a vacation in Japan/ㅠㅠ thank you dear

A/N: sorry this took so long but i really love how it turned out and i hope you do too!

wc: ~4K

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I did it.

Put me on the list, I’m a sinner.

Irina Katsuki-Nikiforov is starting to go grey, and Yuri has no sympathy for her even though she has made a point of pulling the little silver hairs out of her head and waving them in his face.

“I’M DYING,” she screeches, always Viktor’s daughter even though she could be a Katsudon-clone.

“We’re all dying,” Otabek says into his teacup, and squints harder at the squirrel in the tree outside the window. Otabek and that squirrel have been engaged in a battle of wills for so long that it might now be Otabek and that squirrel’s grandson. “Some of us at a faster rate than others.”

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#10 [Kenny Omega]

Requested, #10. “Promise me you’ll stay.” (Prompt from here.)

Author note: THIS GOT AWAY FROM ME!!! It just took on a life of its own. It’s long. Smut. Fluff. Angst-y? (I hit it all, y’all.) Thank you wine/tequila, thank you. Here’s to hoping it’s good!

To the person who requested this and only requested it as fluffy: I’m so sorry. I hope you can still get behind what I’ve created here? I mean, it has fluff in it….??


Special thanks to @running-ropes for encouragment/review/support & @chasingeverybreakingwave for visual inspiration.

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He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus. But he talks like a gentlemen, like you imagined when you were young….

The first time you’d shared a bed with Kenny Omega was because you’d had too much sake thanks to Tama Tonga.

Kenny had taken it upon himself to make sure you’d made it back to your hotel room, and you’d essentially latched on to him, not allowing him to leave. Your limbs had secured him in a way that would make an octopus or python jealous. When you’d woken up the following morning, he’d been on top of the covers you’d been under, a separate blanket over himself.

You’d been able to laugh off the experience, thanking him for looking out for you, and he seemed unaffected overall by the ordeal.

The second time you shared a bed with Kenny Omega was due to sheer bad circumstance.

You’d both been in California for PWG. The booking was set for the rooms, with you sharing with Chuck Taylor, who was somewhat of a little brother to you. What you didn’t know was he had planned to film his DVD series with Trent in said room. In a desperate attempt for sleep and to get away from the chaos, you’d gone to Kenny’s room. He was one of the few people you trusted and knew wouldn’t be a part of the shenanigans set up by Chuck.

That morning, you’d woken up with your limbs tangled together with his. You certainly hadn’t fallen asleep that way, you were sure of it. You’d managed to slide out of the bed and make a quiet getaway, your jet-lagged companion staying asleep, much to your gratitude. Kenny had said nothing about it to you when you saw him later that day at the venue. And you definitely hadn’t brought it up.

The third time you’d shared a bed with Kenny Omega was because you had asked it of him.

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17.06.17 ARASHI WakuWaku Gakkou Repo - ARASHI

[Words on the setting from my side]
- physical education
- friends
- teaching
- activity
- kid
- joy
- gymnasium
- team
- happy
- sportive (?)

[Birthday surprise]
Before opening the setting monitor showed words asking us not to say おめでとう until instruction and then we shall sing Happy Birthday together. This was a surprise to Nino.

[Nino sensei’s teaching about unko]
- Nino-san’s jacket was green and his tie with green patterns.
- Nino asked if everyone had unko today. Aiba-san answered five times. Nino said it’d be problem then.
- In western world, high heels were made in order not to touch unko in street. Hat with brim was made because people in the past threw unko out of window (in time when there was no toilet?)
- Perfume was made to remove odour of unko.
- In Japan unko was seen as thing can be re-used and was used as fertilizers.
- The setting was to teach how food turns to unko. Sakurai-san was to demonstrate his typical day. He ate delicious meat. He was super cute when demonstrating going to toilet.
- ARASHI members dined together last night.
- Sho-san did “ho!” deep breath, the one they learned in himitsu. Aiba said it was reminiscing. Sakurai kept doing this.
- Sho-san did a lot `marius` gag e.g. itadakimarius when he started eating.
- After the demonstration Nino said Sho-chan arigatou.
- Unko’s shape can tell our health status. Banana shape is healthy, hard is lack of exercise, too soft is eating cold things or drinking too much beer, juice etc.

[Sakurai sensei’s teaching about manliness and femaleness]
- Sakurai-san’s jacket was pink and tie with grey and white pattern.
- He partnered with Sato Shori. They were double Sho combi and double S combi (both names were SS).
- The corner was to wrestle with Hamaguchi Kyoko. Sho-san asked Fuma to do it and Fuma said he wanted to do unko, and Sho-san said `no more now!` (giggle)
- Masaki-san was still sweating up till the second teaching. It seemed that the dome was bit hot.
- In VTR, Sho-san entered VS ARASHI’s green room to get members’ blood (by a nurse). When getting Masaki-san’s blood, Sho-san said `It`s red, right?` When getting MatsuJun’s blood, Sho-san said `Is it thick (same word in Japanese to describe MatsuJun’s face), and MatsuJun laughed ‘Not thick!’ When getting Nino’s blood, Sho-san asked him if he was happy and Nino said he was happy. When getting Leader’s blood, Leader shouted ‘Painful!’ The nurse failed to get the blood vessels several times, at last she managed to do it, Sho-san said 'Great~ So he is human~’ When getting Sho-san’s blood, he was the only who didn’t look at the needle. And he said 'Not painful~’ with a pitiful look.
- Sho-san said while people may have a sterotype on manliness and femaleness, in nature different species have different interpretation. For example for King Penguin, man is to feed the baby penguin while the female is to hunt for food.
- For human being, female may unconscious have consideration factors on choosing partners i.e. good voice. This may be related to immunity (sorry I didn’t take note on this part so I am not sure)
- The blood of members were sent to immunity test. Nino got almost full score, meaning he has good immunity. MatsuJun and Nino have two areas which were the same, there is only 0.01% for two persons to be the same in two areas, they were like miracle brothers. Leader and Sho-san got one area the same. Masaki-san had three out of four areas different from other members (the remaining area, all members were the same). So Masaki-san was different from them. Sho-san (?) said that so that Masaki-san can get along with anyone.

[Aiba sensei’s teaching about sports]
- Masaki-san’s jacket was navy blue with brown tie. He took the jacket off during his session.
- The word sports has association with the word deportare which means joyful and play.
- Masaki-san asked if animals play sports or not. Sho-san answered no, because animals do not comprehend rule. <– Very Sho-san-like way of thinking, I think.<br> - Then Masaki-san said lions play and the lost one will go away, there is some sort of rule in it.
- Masaki-san introduced interesting sports in the world, in Finland there is a game called `Transporting wife`, husbands carry their wives and run through barriers. The winner will get beer in equivalent kg of his wife.
- They had match on this game. Nino acted wife for ARASHI team. Sho-san tried various ways to carry Nino but failed, at last he carried Nino on back. Leader carried Nino with ohimesamadakko, the venue (including me) couldn’t be more excited. MatsuJun carried Nino like carrying mannequin in Shukudai kun. Masaki-san tried to carry Nino from behind but failed and they both fell. Masaki-san tried several ways to carry Nino but failed and they fell several times. At last Masaki-san succeeded and he was in full sweat. MatsuJun commented that the game was interesting out of imagaination.
- Masaki-san said that one can train `brain working nerve` (運脳神経) to help on do better sports. Examples of exercise to train such brain working nerve include walking while sitting on floor and using the butts to move forward.

[Matsumoto sensei’s teaching about nervousness]
- Matsumoto-san’s tie was green.
- He taught us way not to lose to nervousness.
- His corner ask one audience to talk to member. When staff searched the audience which took some time, Sho-san asked what if doing one time of `transporting wife`.
- MatsuJun listed out symptoms of nervousness, Masaki-san added `want to go to toilet`.
- MatsuJun’s corner was to let the members to experience nervousness. He asked Nino to player recorder (flute). Nino said he was not nervous, he entered Johnny’s because of playing it (during audition). But his pulse was recorded rising.
- Nino didn’t play very well and he fell into foams like MMDA.
- Masaki-san said 'Ninomi~’ when Nino fell.
- MatsuJun then said he also practiced recorder and wanted to play a song. He talked to Nino 'Kazu! Listen to it!’ But his playing was out of tone and Nino laughed so hard and said 'Jun-san! Jun-san!’
- MatsuJun wanted again but still out of tone and he laughed hard.
- At last the song came out to be birthday song. We sang it to Nino. The birthday cake was strawberry cake with 34 candle. 3 is pink and 4 is yellow.
- Nino said he’ll start doing sports coming to age 34.
- Right nervousness can make us perform better.
- Athlets learn to control nervousness by setting up routine, like some actions you decided to do before a game and when you do it you can concentrate.
- MatsuJun taught us 'WakuWaku routine’ there were four steps: 1. jump twice to straight your body 2. breathe slowly 3. look straight 4. straight your hand, circle two times, and fingers down. Just like 'ARASHI, ARASHI, for dream’.

[Ohno sensei’s teaching about tears]
- Leader talked about an episode of him and his teacher in primary four. There were regrettbale tears and happy tears.
- Leader said he cried when watching the finale of Hanzawa Naoki, but during testing he didn’t.
- During test it was found that when one cries, the stress level will go down. Crying helps one alleviate stress and relax mind. It is a good way to change mood.
- Leader said animals don’t cry.
- 5 x 10 in 5 x 10 con was broadcast because many fans mentioned it during voting. The venue was full of appraise when Sho-san appeared. After the video Sho-san joked that he was really slim that time.
- Leader said he didn’t expect a full version will be broadcast.
- Masaki said it is a good group (as depicted in the video).
- MatsuJun said that in the VTR Aiba-san tried hard throughout the song to hold his tears while at last he smiled. It was good. Love you! (To Masaki-san). And Masaki-san answered Thank you.
- Leader said that crying is actually a resonance with others’ feeling.

* Sorry I have not crossed checked with other repo. I took handwriting note. Please feel free to let me know if I have repo anything wrong. Thanks.

Add: During closing Sho san did two times disco star byebye. And Masaki san did one disco star walk. And when they entered the door, since the camera was filming Nino, Masaki san who needed to cross in front of them bowed to walk in order not to bother the filming.

Guilty - Part 7

Originally posted by intokai

Table of Contents: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Alternate Ending I | Alternate Ending II | Alternate Ending III

Genre: Angst, smut

Word Count: 2,528 words

Pairing: Reader x Baekhyun / Reader x Kai

Summary: *REQUESTED* You find yourself getting more and more frustrated with Kai as he keeps hanging out with his ex-girlfriend, Krystal, against your wishes. Your solution? Hang out with Baekhyun instead.

You woke up with Baekhyun’s arms around you. You felt him sit up in the bed. “Time to get up,” he said, rubbing your thigh. “I’ll drop you off at school, okay? We can get breakfast at the cafe you like before I go into work.”

You nodded, rolling out of bed. You reached for your bag, pulling your clothes out. You dressed sleepily while Baekhyun washed up in the bathroom. Going to class was the last thing on your mind. You knew that Kai was coming back to Seoul today. He never told you the time because you didn’t ask. He could be coming in right now, for all you knew.

As if he knew you were thinking about him, you got a text message from him. According to the text, he was coming in this evening at six. You still had about eleven hours until Kai arrived at Incheon. You weren’t excited about it. You didn’t want to deal with whatever was coming next.

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Her Secret-Jason Dilaurentis Imagine

Requested: No

Warnings: Sexual implications

Originally posted by hazugcsajoktarsasaga

  “Spence, why are we all here?” Hanna asked. 

  “It can’t be to revisit old times,” I muttered.

  Hanna, Spencer, Aria, Emily, and I were seated at our usual table at the Brew. It was a cool Saturday afternoon when Spencer texted all of us to meet at our old favorite hangout. Even though the cafe was familiar, it was strange to be back since Allison wasn’t around. 

   I got chills just thinking of my dead frenemy. It had been months since her body was found and I still wasn’t over it.

  “Right, we all got texts after the funeral from A, right? Well, I’ve been getting more since,” Spencer said. “How about you guys?”
  Aria hesitated. “Yeah, I have too.”

  “Same,” Emily said.

  “Unfortunately, I have been getting the creep’s texts too,” Hanna said.

  They all turned to look at me and I shrugged.

  “They haven’t bothered me since the funeral,” I muttered before sipping my black coffee.

   “What?” My four friends hissed in unison.

   “How…why?” Emily asked.

   I shrugged again. “I don’t know, I guess I’m the most innocent out of all of us.”

  At that, all of my friends scoffed and laughed.

  “Yeah, right. I don’t think you have an innocent bone in your body,” Spencer said.

  “You are the same Y/N Y/L/N who took ecstasy at the fall dance, right?” Aria asked.

   “And the same Y/N who snuck into hotel parties and stole free booze,” Emily said.

   “Okay, I get it. I’ve done some scandalous things, but everyone in Rosewood knew about it,” I said with a laugh. “Besides, I’ve changed.  My time in Japan really calmed me down and I learned that there’s more to life than nonstop partying.”

   “We’ll see about that,” Hanna said. “But don’t put the old Y/N away for too long; she’s fun.”

   “She’s also destructive.”

   “But Y/N has a point, maybe A’s leaving her alone because she did everything in the open,” Spencer said.

   “Yeah, well, the rest of us couldn’t exactly be honest about our stuff,” Hanna muttered.

   Even though it was nice not to be harassed by some mysterious freak, I kind of wanted the treatment just so I could be in the same boat as  my friends. I felt bad for not suffering and I was positive that I had done worst things than them when Alison was alive. Some people said that I was worse than her in some aspects. However, I never bullied anyone, I just never really discouraged Allison from doing so.

   Spencer was leading the discussion for a plan when Emily gasped.

   “What?” Aria gasped.

   “Look at who just walked in,” Emily whispered.

    We all turned and time seemed to slow down. Jason Dilaurentis had walked into the Brew and everything seemed to stopped. Patrons stopped their conversations and employees paused from taking orders as they observed Alison’s older brother approach the cashier. Jason didn’t really look at anyone and his expression was grave. I was thankful that he didn’t look at anyone, particularly me, because my heart seemed to stop.

   “He’s back in town?” Aria whispered. “When did that happen?”

   “I don’t know, maybe he came after the funeral. Maybe he couldn’t handle Ali’s…death.” Emily muttered the last word quicker than the rest.

   “He looks good,” Hanna said.

   Spencer, Aria, and Emily shot her a judgmental look.

   “What? He does. Rehab did him well,” Hanna said.

   I wanted to agree with her, I really did, but that would reveal my big secret, the one that none of them knew.

   Suddenly, Jason turned around from making his order and looked right at me. I was paralyzed—-I couldn’t move under his hazel gaze. Our interactions were never so stiff and awkward, they were usually much more natural. I supposed that kind of thing happens when one doesn’t see someone they were involved with for a year.

    Finally, he turned away and began scrolling through his phone.

   “Do you guys think he could be A?” Emily asked.

    “No way. A’s using stuff against us that only Ali would know and she and Jason weren’t exactly close,” Aria said.

    I couldn’t focus on the conversation though, all I could think about was the first time Jason and I started sneaking around.

   It was two summers ago. We were all sleeping over at Alison’s house in her bedroom. Justin Timberlake’s “Summer Love” was blasting in Alison’s room as we played Truth or Dare. Jason and his older friends were having a party downstairs and it was getting wild down there. Me being the daredevil party girl I was, I wanted to join that party more than anything. Besides, it was an excuse to be near Jason. 

   “Spencer, truth or dare?” Aria asked.

   “Truth,” Spencer said.

    We all groaned.

   “Of course you picked truth again,” Alison scoffed.

    Spencer shrugged shyly and Aria tapped her chin in thought.

   “Have you ever cheated in class?” Aria asked.

   “No, never!”
   “Lie!” 

   “She can’t cheat, she’s a Hastings. You’re all weirdly smart,” I said as I grabbed some popcorn from the bowl in Hanna’s lap. 

  “But maybe she was desperate for the perfect grade and was forced to cheat,” Alison argued.

   “That is a good point,” Hanna mumbled.

   “Well, it’s not true. Besides, it’s Y/N’s turn.” Spencer turned to me.

   “This should be good.” Aria leaned forward.

   “Truth or dare?” Spencer asked.

   “Dare.”

   “Ooooh,” Aria, Emily, and Hanna sang.

   “I dare you to steal a bottle of alcohol from the party downstairs,” Spencer said.

   Alison glanced at me. “I don’t know about that…”

   “No. I must complete it because Y/N Y/L/N always completes the dares she’s given.” 

   I maintained a calm composure as I stood and walked out into the hallway. Alison and the rest of the girls followed me to make sure I did it. On the outside, I was relaxed, but on the inside I was terrified. I had never been to a party with people such as Jason’s friends. They were all older and drug and alcohol addicts. But I wanted to impress Jason since I’ve had the biggest crush on him since kindergarten. So, I silently thanked myself for wearing a flattering NWA concert t-shirt with black leggings before traipsing down the stairs and into the chaos.

    There were people making out in plain sight, drinking, and doing drugs off of weird surfaces. Some hard rap song I didn’t know was playing and I was thankful that no one really noticed me as I weaved by people, stepped over bottles, and searched for a full bottle of liquor and Jason. Unfortunately, neither seemed to be in the main area so I moved to the kitchen. It was less populated and I managed to slip past a stoned couple before grabbing for the bottle of whiskey ontop of the fridge.

     “I don’t remember inviting you to the party,” Jason muttered in my ear.

     His voice was hot and made my body tingle every where. Somehow, I managed to remain relaxed as I turned to face him. He was gorgeous with his unruly golden hair, perfect stubble on his sharp jaw, and hazel eyes aimed on me. He was wearing a gray hoodie and black jeans without a shirt. I was able to see his sculpted upper body and all I wanted to do was reach out and touch it.

    “It’s a shame, this party would be much more exciting if I had been invited,” I said.

    “Is that so?”

    “Mmhmm, but your friends seem a little boring any way.”

    Jason smirked and stepped closer towards me. “Really? I think they’re pretty entertaining.” Jason looked me up and down. “So, why did you come down here, Y/N?”
    “I wanted a bottle to take back upstairs to liven up the sleepover. Could you help me with that?”
   “Yeah, if you do me a favor.”

   “What do you want?” 

   “Liven up this party. I know you can dance—you look so sexy when you do. Show my friends a good time.”

    The fact that the object of my affections just called me sexy was still rolling through my mind before the rest of his words hit. He wanted me to dance for him and his friends before I could get alcohol. Some would call it degrading or too much effort to complete a dare, but I didn’t see it that way.

    “Fine.” I walked back into the living room, glancing at the stairs to see Alison, Aria, Spencer, Emily, and Hanna peering from the top of the staircase. 

   I winked at them as I approached the coffee table and cleared off the empty beer bottles, drug remnants, and snacks. The people around me jumped up to protest, but I ignored them as I stepped onto the table, right as Notorious BIG’s “Hypnotize” came on. I smirked and let the rhythm take over, making me swivel my hips, body roll, dip down, and wave my arms around. Jason’s friends—as high or drunk as they were—-cheered as I danced around and began dancing as well. I turned to Jason and saw him staring at me as though I were quarry and he was a hunter. A jolt went through me and I liked it, I liked the feeling of not knowing how he was going to act but knowing he would act.

   In the middle of song, I stopped dancing and walked over to him as though I were in a trance.

   “Pay up, I held up my end,” I said.

   “Of course.” Jason handed me the bottle of rum and I grabbed it. However, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer. “You’ll be seeing more of me later.”

   He released me and I walked back upstairs as though I wasn’t bursting to tell my friends about what happened. Instead, I played it cocky as I waved the bottle around before handing it to Alison. She gave me one of her knowing looks that bugged me before we all headed inside her bedroom.

   “That was so cool,” Aria said.

   “Yeah, I’d never be that bold to do that in front of all those older guys,” Hanna said.

    “Don’t worry, you’ll get there one day,” I said.

    “No, you were reckless down there, Y/N. Something could’ve happened to you,” Spencer said.

    “Well, nothing did and now we have rum,” Alison said.

    We passed the bottle around so many times that I blacked out. When I came to, the other girls were passed out and I really had to pee. I exited the room as quietly as possible before I made a beeline to the bathroom. When I finished, I began heading back to Alison’s room, still feeling the effects of the rum. Just when I got to Alison’s door, someone grabbed me and yanked me into another room. I yelped but was shushed when I made eye contact with Jason. His eyes were cloudy but he was probably more sober than me.

   “What are you doing?” I whispered.

   “I told you that you’d be seeing more of me later.” Jason closed the gap between us. “It’s later.” 

   The kiss was hot and passionate. No one else had ever kissed me like that so I moaned into it. Jason smirked underneath it as he wrapped his arms around my waist and I wrapped mine around his neck, pulling him closer. We began making out and he gently pushed me onto his bed. Our tongues interlocked several times and I clawed at his hoodie. Jason took it off without breaking the kiss. I rolled him over, pinning him down, and pulled away to take off my shirt. He stared at my naked torso for a while before leaning up and kissing me. He kissed down my neck, making sure to nip and lick down the side, forcing me to try to keep quiet.

    “Shhh, don’t want to wake my sister or your friends,” he whispered.

    With those words, I became stone cold sober. How could I be hooking up with my friend’s brother when she and my other friends are in the next room? I felt dirty and weird and not in the good way.

    “I can’t do this,” I said as I pushed him away.

    “What?”

    “Don’t get me wrong, I really want to, but you’re Alison’s brother. It’s…it’s too weird.” 

    I tried to get off his lap but Jason pulled me back in. “Why is it weird?”

    “Because I’d be going behind my friend’s back. It’s a girl thing, I wouldn’t expect you to understand.”

    Jason rolled his eyes. “You don’t even like Alison that much. Besides, we both want this…a lot.”

    Even though my relationship with Alison ran hot or cold, we were still friends and I had to stay loyal. But Jason looked really good and he was doing and saying all the right things. 

    “Yes, but I’m not going to do this with all of them across the hall.”

    “But doesn’t that make this hotter?” He kissed my collarbone. “Knowing we could get caught at any second?”

    “You make a good argument, but I need to get back before anyone notices.” I pried his hands off of me and grabbed my shirt off the floor. “I’m sure you could get plenty of other girls to do this.”

    “I want you.”

    With those three words, Jason Dilaurentis had me. He said them with such sincerity that it shook me to the core. Alison was never that sincere about our relationship, but she would give me hell if she found out about what I was about to do.

   I slipped my shirt back on and walked over to Jason. “Just because we don’t do this now doesn’t mean we couldn’t do it later.” I wrapped my arms around him. “We could keep it between the two of us.”

   “Sneaking around? I like it.” Jason kissed me. 

   “I have to go,” I whispered as I pulled away.

   “I’ll text you.”

   I nodded and when I turned to walk away, Jason smacked my butt. I jumped and narrowed my eyes at him before continuing back to Alison’s room. When I got back into my sleeping bag, I thought that no one had caught me. That was, until I felt the acute sensation of someone watching me.

   Alison.

   “Y/N?” Spencer asked.

    I blinked and looked at her. “Yeah, sorry, what did I miss?” 

    “We wanted some pastries. Could you get them?” Spencer asked.

    “Um, sure, yeah. What do you guys want?” 

     Emily didn’t even finish hers before I stood and made a beeline to the register .The Brew was pretty busy so Jason was still there and I felt hot—-an anxious hot being near him. I thought that I had gotten over him in my time out of the country, but I don’t think that I did. I quickly ordered my friends’ food and had the pleasure of needing to walk past Jason to get to my table. Lucky for me, he looked up just when I was about to start walking. 

    “Y/N,” Jason said.

    “Hi, Jason. It’s good to see that you’re back in town,” I said.

   “Yeah, I wanted to help my mom with some stuff.” Jason looked me over. “You look good…really good.”

   “Thanks, a year in Japan will do that to you.”

   “Oh, I heard about that. How was it?”
    “Therapeutic. I needed it after everything.”

    “Yeah.”

    “You look good, Jason.”

    “Thanks, we should talk some time.”
     “Sure, uh, just text me. The number hasn’t changed.” 

     “Cool.”

      I nodded.

      The awkward air between us made me grit my teeth. Things used to be so organic and natural until the incident. Now, we couldn’t even be cordial to each other in a coffee shop without it feeling foreign. Sometimes, I wish we still had our old arrangement, but it felt good to get rid of the toxicity it brought to my life.

     “Jason!” the barista called.

     “That’s me. I’ll see you around.”
      “Uh huh.”

      Jason grabbed his coffee and left. When I breathed, it felt as though I was releasing a breath that I had been holding for too long. It didn’t help that my friends kept staring from our table. There was no doubt in my mind that they would ask me questions when I sat down.

     A few minutes later, when I returned with the sugary treats, I was bombarded with questions.

    “Okay, what was that?” Aria asked.

    “Nothing, we just talked for, like, one second.”

    “More like five minutes,” Spencer said.

    “What did you two talk about?” Hanna asked.

    “Nothing, we just caught up and then he left.”

    “Why was he so engaging with you?” Emily asked.

    “We used to be in the same social circles. I used to run into him all the time at parties. Now, can you enjoy your sugar while we talk about something a little more lighthearted?”

    For the next hour, I got my wish. We talked about everything but stayed away from mentioning Alison, Jason, or A. Unfortunately, Jason stayed in the back of my mind. There was obviously more to him coming back to Rosewood besides helping his mother. Something else made him come back.

    When I got home later, my mother was enraptured by Jeoparady in the living room and my dad was still at work at the law firm. I managed to slip past my mom and go upstairs without her noticing. I slipped off my jacket and slumped onto my bed, exhausted.

    Ding!

    I grabbed my phone from my pocket and looked at the screen.

    Nothing worse than a bitch who messes with their best friend’s brother.

    -A

    “And so it begins,” I whispered. 

    A finally had something on me, the question was could I ever reveal my secret to Aria, Spencer, Emily, and Hanna? They hadn’t mentioned theirs so I had until then to figure out how I was going to tell them mine. They were definitely going to judge me because I knew that whatever A had on them wasn’t as seedy as mine. The worst part was that I might still be in love with Jason.

05/17 Esquire Duo-Interview, Part I

<Blue Night, This Was Jonghyun>

What Should We Do With Kim Jonghyun?

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Shin Kijoo (referred to as “Shin” below): You told me you’d host <Blue Night> forever and ever, so can you explain to me what’s going on right now?

Kim Jonghyun (referred to as “Kim” below): My life is consumed with guilt right now.

Shin: Many people think it’s such a shame. Yesterday, Saturday April 1st, was the last broadcast of our “Midnight Spoiler” corner. And right after this interview, you have to go straight to Sangam-dong to proceed with the final live broadcast of <Blue Night, This is Jonghyun>. There’s only about three, four hours left until midnight already.

Jung Woosung (referred to as “Jung” below): It’s time for listeners and fans alike to prepare their hearts. To prepare to let “Jjong-D” go.

Kim: Because I announced it on radio first. I felt that was the respectful thing to do for our listeners. Since the program airs every night at midnight, it could be disconcerting for me to suddenly vanish out of nowhere. And many of our listeners would wrap up their day by listening to <Blue Night, This is Jonghyun>, so. It’s been a while since I made up my mind. It might have been around the end of last year, it took a little while because I was consulting people around me and deciding on the appropriate timing.

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F.U. Part 2

Originally posted by mendesgif

Part 2 of this was highly requested a while back, so here it is and it’s officially my debut piece in writing for the first time in a while! I hope you guys are appeased with it and if you aren’t, then don’t read it? lol

Word Count: 1,817

Part one > here

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It was only the third week.

The last three weeks have been a blur of ice cream, tears, friends and declining his calls.

Whenever he called, he would leave a message, always.

Whenever he left a message, you would listen, always.

Was it healthy? Of course it fucking wasn’t, but what the hell were you to do?

Your eyes burned from the tears that left your tear ducts, staring at the little red notification by the phone icon. You knew you shouldn’t, but you always did.

Delicately raising the phone to your ear, his voice deafened you with regret.

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a quiet life, a lonely life, a loving life

This fic is for kazliin​, who is an incomparable goddess and responsible for the amazing Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches, one of the best yuri on ice fanfics. It’s been a wild ride these past few months, and everything you gave us, we want to give back, in as many ways as we can. I hope you like this, and everything else we’ve made you <3 <3 <3 

i wrote this in between Chapter 13 and 14, so a lot of it got spectacularly jossed. but by the time chapter 14 came out i had already written 4k of it OTL. it seems a shame not to put it out, if only to show kaz that her fic has been pushing us to create and produce even before UMFB officially ended. 

EDIT: it’s kazliin’s birthday today, and i only found out! happy birthday kaz and thanks for everything in the rivals verse you are a gift. 


a quiet life, a lonely life, a loving life 

Summary: Morooka has been following Yuuri’s career. He doesn’t plan to stop.

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Imagine mornings with Chris.

A/N: Hey hey, I told you there was no break. I hope you’re excited to read Chapter 5, ‘cause I’m really excited for y'all to read it! 😁 You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, 'Little Ways Away’, 'She Said Yes’, and 'Miss Graduate’ - Masterlist)

Birds chirped outside the bedroom window as the sun rose over the horizon, arousing Chris from his sleep. He lifted his head and looked at the clock hanging on the wall, groaning when he realized it was only 6:03AM. His head fell back on his pillow and he turned towards you. Just as he was about to succumb to sleep again, he caught your pretty face in his sight and he decided he’d much rather watch you sleep. He tucked his hand under his face and smiled at the memory of how last night was spent. There was pizza by the fireplace while the two of you discussed and planned wedding details, and after- well, dessert, sweet kisses, and then some. It came as no surprise that things between the two of you when it came to romance and bedroom activities had doubled since you started planning the wedding; the post-engagement glow that had been put on the back burner had resurfaced now that the wedding was actually happening. Man, oh man, were things between you and Chris better than ever.

Chris reached his hand forward and gently pushed your hair out of your face, whispering softly, “not long now, Y/N.” He leaned forward and gently kissed your forehead before settling back in his original position, admiring his future bride with a great deal of satisfaction.

You woke shortly after he did due to his soft whispering and tender actions, you peeked at him and bit back your smile when you saw him smiling at you. “I know you’re my fiancé and you love me, but it doesn’t make waking up to your staring any less creepy.” You teased and he chuckled, turning onto his back with his head still facing you. “What time is it?” You asked mid yawn, stretching out your limbs.

“Time to get started on our day, I suppose.” He rested one hand on his chest and he yawned when he saw you yawn again. “Didn’t you say we’ve got wedding cakes to taste today?” He quizzed and you sighed, noising confirmation. “What’s with the sigh?” He chuckled. “We’re going to four of the best bakeries in Los Angeles to eat cake, all kinds of cake. If you ask me, I think it’s going to be a very yummy day.”

“I know it is,” you sighed again as you sat up. You remembered how excited you were when you told Chris about the cake tasting plans, you stomach practically growled when you saw the email responses from each bakery. But for some unknown reason, you weren’t excited now. In fact, just thinking about tasting cake- any kind of cake- made you feel like hurling. “But- I don’t know, Chris,” you turned back to him and he sat up, looking concerned. “I feel weird, I’m just-” you licked your dry lips. “I don’t really feel like cake.”

“That’s okay,” his hand rubbed your back soothingly. “You don’t have to eat much, just a bite of each.” As soon as he suggested that, you felt yourself make a face. Your mouth became dry and your cheeks and jaw sore, like it was preparing you to puke. “That is- um,” he chuckled then pursed his lips together at your expression. “That is not a face you want to see before you taste cakes.” Every time he said the word 'cake’, you felt your stomach churn. “Do you want me to call the bakeries and postpone the cake tasting?”

“Please stop saying the word 'cake’,” you begged as you were starting to feel a little lightheaded just thinking about what your day was going to be like. “And no, because we can’t postpone. We have so much to do and so little time, we can’t afford to lose this meeting. It’s already the middle of July, Chris, and we haven’t even gotten quarter of the way through the list. You haven’t even sorted out your wedding party, you’ve just got Scott and Sebastian so far.”

“To be fair, neither have you.” He pointed out then winced at your deadpan expression. “What? I’m just saying you’ve only got Ava as your maid of honor, so technically- I’m ahead by one person.” You grabbed your pillow and whacked him with it, making him laugh and yourself smile. “Relax, we’ve got plenty of time. On the bright side, our band is sorted already.” Your smile widened as you shook your head. That was such a tactic, every time you looked like you were about to flip out he’d remind you that, “Ed Sheeran is coming to sing for us” knowing very well it’d calm you.

“In my defense, I don’t have a lot of girl friends. I’ve got Ava, and Corrie- who’s living in Japan. She said she’ll attend the wedding, but she can’t be apart of the bridal party 'cause work has got her pretty tied up. Then there’s my brother’s ex-girlfriend, Isabelle, who I should have known better than to grow close with. It’s not like I can invite her to the wedding, do we want a huge cat fight between his ex and his current?” You asked then answered yourself, “no, we do not.” You ran a hand through your hair, wishing you could just have Ava and not a whole party. “Do you think Carly and Shanna would be apart of my bridal party if I asked?”

“Of course, baby. They love you and they’d be more than happy to be your bridesmaids.” He smiled when you smiled. “I’ll even let you have Tara if you want, I don’t need to get her to be a grooms-woman. I think she’d have a much better time with you ladies.” You smiled, kissing his cheek. “So relax, okay?” He took your hand and squeezed it. “Bridal party or not, we’re still going to get married. And if things get too chaotic, we do what Jim and Pam did in The Office. Okay?”

“Okay,” you giggled.

“Okay,” he chuckled and pulled his hand away, climbing out of bed. “I’m going to go get cleaned up first so I can sort Dodger’s breakfast out while you do your thing, then we can head out for the day.  I think we can skip breakfast considering you look like you can barely handle a bite of cake.” You nodded in agreement as he headed for the ensuite. “Okay then,” he glanced back at you, smiling. “We’ve got our game plan, now let’s hustle.”

“I can’t do anything until you finish up in there,” you reminded him, laying back down.

“I know, but don’t fall asleep,” he teasingly warned before he closed the ensuite door behind him.

The second the shower started running, he started singing. You smiled, letting your eyelids close. But before you could let yourself drift off, Dodger came barreling in and pounced on you. “Dodger!” You laughed when he licked your face. “Oh my God, stop!” You squirmed under him, laughing hysterically as he continued to attack your face with kisses. “Oh bud,” you ran a hand over his head, smiling when he stopped to look at you with a tilted head. “Aren’t you a romantic? Giving me kisses so early in the morning.”

Dodger barked in your face, causing you to flinch then laugh. He settled in front of you and gently rested his head on your belly. You smiled and stroked his fur, from his head to his tail. He was a handsome one, that boy, and such a sweet and protective fella; much like Chris. You sat up and leaned forward, kissing the top of his head. Chris came out of the steamy bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, smiling when he saw you and Dodger.

“Forgot my underwear,” he told you then was about to walk over to scratch Dodger’s head when Dodger lifted his head and growled at him. “Whoa, bud,” he stopped in his tracks and held up his hands in surrender. “What’s with him?” He asked you and you shrugged with furrowed brows, kissing Dodger’s head as he settled his head back on your belly. “I see how it is, a pretty girl comes into our lives and you turn on me?” You laughed, playing with Dodger’s ears. “Fine, be that way. Don’t come to me when you want to go on a run, she won’t take you running.”

“I can take him walking,” you defended your distaste of running. “Can’t I, bud?” You cooed in Dodger’s face and he licked your cheek. “Don’t be jealous, babe.” You teased Chris when he squinted at the both of you evilly. “You know we’ve got love in our hearts for you, slightly deeper down.” You laughed when he rolled his eyes, walking back into the ensuite and closing the door behind him. “He’s such a baby,” you whispered into Dodger’s ear, giggling. “I am so glad I’ve got you, I wouldn’t know how to handle him on my own.”

Dodger nudged his nose into your hand and you smiled, scratching his head. You loved Dodger as much as you loved Chris, sometimes more than you loved Chris because he’d never do anything to annoy or piss you off. Chris knew this and he used Dodger to his advantage when he got into fights with you, tying notes to Dodger’s collar and sending him to find you. It was pretty cute and you always cracked after seeing Dodger’s adorable face. But then again, it didn’t take long for you to crack at Chris’ adorable face either. You were weak when it came to those two, just like Chris was weak when it came to the two of you.

It would be interesting to see what would happen when the time came for the two of you to become parents. You always saw yourself as the bad cop to Chris’ good cop when you wrote, you both agreed he’d be a pushover when your first child came along. Be it a little man or a little princess- he’d waited too long for a child to be strict with him or her. You’d most likely have to be the one to do the disciplining, though knowing your soft heart- you wouldn’t be able to be the strict and authoritative parent you’d imagined yourself to be. But that was a long way down the road, not something either of you had to worry about now. Now, the only child you had to worry about was your fiancé because even Dodger was more mature than Chris. Chris, who was once again walking out of the steamy bathroom with just a towel, because he’d realized the pair of underwear he’d taken was yours and not his.

“Nice hair,” you commented, trying not to laugh at Chris’ wet and deliberately spiked up hair; the kind of hairstyle you’d do to a two year old when you gave them a bath. He winked and reentered the bathroom, closing the door behind him again. “So much more mature,” you chuckled into Dodger’s fur when you gave him another kiss.

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Part 2

Invincibility Journal Vol. 1

Day 1

Today I discovered I was invincible. Actually, it was more like a year ago. I didn’t want to write it down until we were sure what it was. My wife told me it’d be good to keep up a journal.

I’ve always been a healthy person, but I didn’t know just how healthy. Last May I fell down the stairs, like… all of them. My wife took me to the doctor, and they told me everything was fine.

“I told you so.” I told my wife. But that was just the beginning.

Later, government agents and scientists from around the world started testing on me. Nothing could penetrate my skin, or break my bones. I am immune to heat, cold, electricity, fire, radiation, impact, acceleration, deceleration, over 4000 poisons, over 50,000 diseases and perfect vacuum.

After that, they set me free with thousands of different offers and contracts. For now I’m gonna stay home.

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