my what lovely eyes you have

you know what? i’m gna say it, jimin is so cute and he looks adorable when he doesn’t have any makeup on, when his hair is messy, when he has swollen eyes, a soft tummy, a pimple on his face, when he just cutely pouts, when he squint his eyes whenever he laughs so hard, it feels like the whole world is balanced and nothing bad could happen, the fresh breeze outside, the sun shining brighter than ever, the birds are chirping, my crops growing, my family healthy, thank you jimin, i love you

anonymous asked:

Could you write a little blurb about how Y/N is shy about Harry going down there? Thank you Susie...

Running into the house after a hard day’s work had become much more enjoyable now that I had something to come home to.  I quickly deposited my coat and shoes on the front mat before bounding up the stairs to our newly minted bedroom.  I couldn’t wait to finish off our first full day living together as a real life couple.

He looked up from his spot on the edge of the bed where he had already changed into some sweats and a t-shirt before sitting down to tap away on his phone.  The moment he heard my footsteps though he looked up with a huge, welcoming, happy smile on his face.  He promptly set his phone down,

“Was wondering when you were going to make it home.”

I didn’t hesitate a bit as I walked towards him.  I slotted myself between his legs and set my hands on his shoulders,

“Traffic was a bitch.”

He gripped my sides, his head tipped up to look at me,

“LA traffic is always a bitch.”

I stared down into the face of my love for a bit before lifting my hand into his hair.  A content smile formed on my lips without my direction,

“I missed you.”

He nodded,

“And I missed you.”  He twisted me back and forth in his hands, “Want to me to make you some dinner?  Or we could get something delivered?  I could get take ou-”

“I have all I need…right here.”  I whispered softly.

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maniacani  asked:

omfg that glass walls scribbling lance prompt squeezed my heart and didn't let go and the guilty lance looking down at keith cleaning aaahhh!! But i bet smol Lance realised the sketch book was not from his daddy Shiro, he's a smart boy like that. And it was only years later that Keith found out Lance knew and got super flustered his plan didn't work but also endeared Lance actually kept the sketchbook while knowing it was from him

paleesky said: YOU! i’d be surprised if no one wanted to cry or cried or felt hearbroken for keith in the last ask. Soooooooooooooo i wanna ask you this. Does lance apologise? Does shiro tell lance that it wasnt actually him who gave the book? Will pidge do someting too? pleaseeee cathrel. pleaseeeeee. thank you.

Lance’s First Sketchbook Part 2 (Part 1)

[The Voltron Family] Shiro was in Lance’s room and he was currently cuddled up with the little boy after playing pirates with him before bed. Little Lance detached himself for a few seconds to grab the big sketchbook he recently got and opened it to show his Daddy Shiro something he drew.

Lance: That’s a pirate ship! My pirate ship. *points*
Shiro: Ooooh, that’s pretty good, Captain. You’re really getting a hang of drawing. *smiles* *ruffles Lance’s hair*
Lance: *giggles* Yeah. One day I’m gonna be a painter. *looks up at Shiro* Can I be a painter when I’m big as you, Daddy?
Shiro: Of course you can, buddy. *kisses Lance’s forehead*
Lance: *smiles while looking down on his sketchpad* This is the best present I’ve ever had. Thank you. *nuzzles Shiro’s arm*
Shiro: *gulps* Lance, I need to tell you something.
Lance: *looks up* What is it?
Shiro: That sketchbook… *taps the book* isn’t really from me.
Lance: *leans away* Then who is it from? Santa? It’s not even Christmas yet.
Shiro: *shakes head* No. It’s actually from your Daddy Keith. *smiles sadly*
Lance: *scrunches his nose* Daddy Keith? *opens the back of the front cover* But it says right here “Love, Daddy Shiro” ?
Shiro: Yeah, about that…

So Shiro told his son about what happened. How Keith bought that book after work as quickly as he could so Lance wouldn’t feel bad about his drawings being erased on the glass walls. How Keith did what he did so Lance would just accept the sketchpad.

Lance: *whispers* I don’t hate him. *hugs the sketchbook*
Shiro: I know you don’t, sweetheart.
Lance: I just… I don’t know. I feel like Daddy Keith doesn’t like me.
Shiro: That’s not true. He loves you very much. He tells me so every night.
Lance: Really? *sounds broken*
Shiro: Yeah, really. He wishes that you’ll get to hug him and kiss him like you do with me, too.
Lance: I don’t know. *hugs his knees* I’ll try. *clears his throat* But… it’s really nice of him to… to give me this sketchbook.
Shiro: *smiles* Yeah. He’s pretty nice. If you just get to know him, you’ll end up loving him, too.
Lance: You think so? *shy smile*
Shiro: *pulls Lance for a hug* I know so.

The following morning, Lance went down for breakfast and he saw his two daddies in the kitchen preparing food. He tugged Keith’s pyjamas to get his attention. When Keith saw him, he pulled Keith down so he can hug him and plant a kiss on the cheek while muttering a soft “Good morning, Daddy Keith.” Keith was a bit startled. It was the first time Lance hugged and kissed him and Keith couldn’t help but grin so wide when he looked at Shiro who smiled at him fondly, while flipping some pancakes. After Lance gave Shiro his morning hug and kiss, he went to the bathroom to pee, leaving the husbands alone.

Keith: *eyes Shiro* Did you do something?
Shiro: *turns back around to continue flipping pancakes* I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Keith: I can see your dorky grin from here, Takashi Shirogane.
Shiro: *scoffs and turns around* What? Now I can’t smile in my own house? I live here. I paid half the price building this house. 
Keith: *slowly smiles so wide* You.
Shiro: Me, what? 
Keith: I love you.
Shiro: *fake gasp* I’m a married man, Keith Kogane! Have you no shame?!
Keith: Yeah, to me. You’re married to me, sweetheart. 
Shiro: Now, now. Don’t get so ahead of yourself, pumpkin. You’ll have to take me out to dinner first. Get to know each other. Then, and only then, we can talk about marriage, after you know… our first kiss and all that. *sickly sweet grin*
Keith: *rolls eyes* I’m married to a dork. Oh god. 

Years later, Keith was cleaning the house and he was in Lance’s room. He found the sketchpad he gave to Lance when he was only 4. He smiled just remembering it and how his boy kept the book after all these years. He opened it only to see how much Lance had improved on his drawing skills and it made Keith so proud. From stick figure drawings to portrait drawings, 13 years did Lance good. He was about to close to book when he noticed the little note that went with it back then. There with his letter to 4 year old Lance was a slash drawn upon “Love, Daddy Shiro” replaced with a messy handwriting a 4 year old only could posses: “Love, Daddy Keith.”

Keith just stared at it in horror. Then he heard someone clear his throat behind him. He turned around only to see 17 year old Lance smiling shyly at him.

Keith: You knew.
Lance: *nods* 
Keith: How?
Lance: Daddy Shiro told me the following night I got the sketchbook.
Keith: *steps back* You knew all along it was from me and you still kept it?
Lance: I did, yeah. Was I not supposed to? *scratches his nape*
Keith: *shakes head* No, no. It’s yours. You could do anything you want with it. I’m just… you kept it.
Lance: *hugs Keith and kisses him on the cheek* Daddy Keith, you’re going emo again. *chuckles*
Keith: *hugs back* Shut up, you overgrown child.
Lance: *laughs* I am a child! *hugs Keith tighter* Also, I never got to say this back then, but thank you. 
Keith: You’re welcome. *smiles*

Urgent Care part 2/(??)

A/N: Alright, since several people asked for a second part and I was hit with a bit of inspiration, we’ve got a second part of urgent care! I tried to continue with the civil war spin-off, so I hope you guys like it!!

Word Count: 2852

Warnings: None

Part 1


“How could I have let you rope me into staying?” I whine.

“Because you love me and I don’t want you to leave.” Natasha answers simply.

“Touche.”

“Why are you scowling like that, (Y/N)?” I look up, shielding my eyes against the sun with my hand to find Peggy standing a short ways off.

“What?”

“Don’t distract her, that’s her thinking face.” Natasha says, smirk firmly in place.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” I grumble, folding my arms across my chest, leaning back against the tree behind me and pouting at the grass.

“Was there something you needed Ms. Carter?” Natasha asks, crossing her ankles.

“Steve is waiting for you in the hangar, (Y/N).” Peggy says, looking directly at me instead of Natasha.

“Oh shit, is it really that time already?”

“Have you not been paying attention to the time?”

“Well, based on the fact that I’m trying to ignore the fact that I’m still stuck in this compound, no. No I have not.” I haul myself to my feet and brush any bits of grass from my bum before turning towards the facility entrance. “Anything I should know before I head down there?”

“Anthony will not be joining you, if that’s what you’re fishing for.”

I heave a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness.”

Peggy snorts in derision and shakes her head. “Why the two of you can’t get along, I’ll never know.”

“It’s because they’re so incredibly alike that they can’t come to any sort of compromise.” Natasha offers. “So, instead of trying to be friendly, they just butt heads at every single opportunity.”

“That might just be it, Ms. Romanoff.” Ms. Carter agrees, addressing Natasha formally. They’ve known each other for going on three weeks and they still insist upon referring to each other by their surnames. “You should go to the hangar. Steve doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

I nod once. “Alright, thank you for letting me know.”

Natasha and Peggy wave to me as I head down to the hangar.

It takes me about ten minutes to finally reach the hangar and locate the quinjet Steve decided to use. He’s standing just inches away from the ramp, tapping almost angrily at the screen of the tablet in his hand.

“Careful,” I warn. “You might crack the screen jabbing at it like that.”

Steve’s shoulders jump slightly, the only indication that I was able to startle him. He slowly looks around before catching sight of me and smiling sheepishly. “About time you got here. I thought you were going to bail on me there for a bit.”

“Nah, I wouldn’t do that. I’d just make you wait till you decided to just leave without me and suddenly appear, as if out of nowhere, and scare the crap out of you.”

“It seems like you’ve already done that.”

I smirk at him. “I rest my case.”

Steve rolls his eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Is there anything you have to grab before we leave?”

“Yeah, just a sec.” I turn away from him and cup my hands around my mouth. “HEY, FREDDY.”

“WHAT.” The response comes almost instantly.

“YOU STILL GOT THAT DUFFLE I GAVE YOU JUST IN CASE.”

“YEAH, WHY?”

“I NEED IT.”

“OKAY,” The hangar falls silent for a moment. “JUST GIMME A SEC TO FIND IT.”

“COOL, NO RUSH.”

“No rush?” Steve questions, one eyebrow arched questioningly.

“He literally only needs one second,” I say, holding out my hand in time to catch the handles of a brown, canvas duffle bag. “THANKS, MAN.”

“ANY TIME, (Y/N).”

“Who the hell is that?” Steve asks.

“That’s Freddy. He’s cool.” I answer, slinging the bag over my shoulder and heading into the quinjet.

“How did he do that?”

“He’s an inhuman, but he doesn’t want anyone knowing about it, okay? You tell anyone what you saw, and you won’t be able to move for a month.” I warn.

“How do you know then?”

“Well, it’s simple really. He and I were in the same room when a terrigen crystal fell on the floor and shattered. We went through the mists together.” I toss my bag onto a seat along the wall of the jet before turning around, hands on my hips, to face Steve. “He and I are well versed in the ways you Avengers types react to new people with powers. The only reason I was confident in you knowing what I could do is because I worked closely enough with you for you to know that I wouldn’t misuse my gift. So, don’t tell anyone, alright? The threat still stands.”

Steve holds up his hands in surrender and steps around me to reach the pilot’s chair. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Good.” I nod resolutely and take my seat a short ways away from him. “Whaddaya think Bucharest is like this time of year?”

Ma’am, have you seen this man before?” I ask the kind looking old woman manning a produce stand.

Oh yes!” The woman answers happily. “In fact, he was just here a few hours ago! He buys produce from my sister and I every couple of days or so. Such a kind young man.” She blinks up at me a few times, her brows knitting together. “Is he in trouble?

Not at all! He helped out my friend a few years back and I was hoping I could thank him.

What a nice child you are. Please let him know I said hello!”

“I’ll be sure to!”

I quickly cross the street to meet a poorly disguised Steve at a coffee cart.

“Any news?”

“Yes, you look like Steve Rogers in a baseball cap and aviators.” Steve scowls at me. “Aren’t they supposed teach you how to blend in in the army? Not even in S.H.I.E.L.D.?”

“(Y/N).” He says, his tone warning.

I roll my eyes and shove my hands in my pockets. “The nice old lady at the produce stand says she saw him a few hours ago. He’s definitely here, I just don’t know where he’s staying.”

“Not even an approximate location?” I shake my head. “Didn’t your contact give you any information?”

“I never asked for specifics, okay? I didn’t think I’d be stuck with you on this mission. This was supposed to be a field trip for you and Wilson or whoever it is your besties with these days.”

“Well Sam’s not here, so I need your help with this.” Steve says gruffly. “Is there anyone else you could possibly find that might know where he is?”

I scowl at the ground, trying to think for a moment. “He’s lost an arm, right?”

“Yes, his left one. Why?”

“Everyone has a different energy and, if I concentrate, I can see the shapes of their energies. His prosthetic should have a different signature than the rest of his body or, if we’re really lucky, it won’t have any signature at all.” Taking a knee, I press the palms of my hands flat against the rough concrete of the sidewalk.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m concentrating really, really hard.” I snap. “If you interrupt again, I’ll put you on your ass, and you know I can’t carry you back to the quinjet.”

Steve backs away from me, hands held out in surrender.

I take a deep breath and press my hands more firmly to the concrete, and close my eyes.

Slowly releasing the breath I was holding, I extend the reach of my power through the city, searching for Bucky’s unique energy signature.

It’s easy to pinpoint several types of signatures right off the bat. Men, women and children are the easiest, followed by pregnant people, who have two energies mixed inside them. There are hundreds of thousands of people in this city and the sheer number of them is overwhelming.

In my search I see several amputees, all of them missing different limbs, some of them having lost more than one. Thankfully, there’s only one signature that could be the man I’m looking for. Their energy is a silver blue that vacillates between dull and blindingly bright. A dull dark gray sits in the place where their left arm should be and I know I’ve found our man.

“I’ve got him.” I announce, pushing myself off the ground and brushing my hands off on my jeans.

“What?” Steve asks, dumbfounded.

“I said I found your boyfriend, Rogers.” A dark blush spreads across his cheeks.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” He shoves his hands in his pockets and refuses to look at me.

“Really?” I ask, cocking an eyebrow.

“He’s not!” He insists. I shake my head and he glares at me. “Can we please just go find him?”

I snort and nod once. “Yeah, sure, his apartment building is this way.” I say, jerking my thumb over my shoulder and turning on my heel, not bothering to wait for him before walking off.

We make it about five blocks before I have to stop and hone in on Bucky’s energy signature again. From what I can tell, we’re about a block and a half away from his building and he hasn’t moved much since I last checked on him, which seems a bit odd.

“You’re making a face,” Steve observes.

“Your friend hasn’t moved since I last checked in on him fifteen minutes ago.” My brow furrows. “Does that seem strange to you?”

“It does,” Steve’s eyes travel up the height of the apartment building. “What floor is he on?”

I squeeze my eyes shut and concentrate on Bucky’s energy. “Tenth Floor, second door off the staircase.”

Steve nods before walking off down the pavement, shoulders set, his pace quite fast.

I heave out a sigh and take off after him, having to jog just to keep up with him. At the pace Steve has set we make it to the apartment building in about five minutes.

Steve bursts through the door and hurtles up the stairs and I have to work to stay even just one flight behind him. Luckily enough I manage to tap into the energy I had stored up and take the stairs a two or three at a time, just barely managing to stay on his tail.

As soon as we hit the fifteenth floor, I put a hand on Steve’s chest to keep him from rushing into the room.

What?” he hisses.

I hold a finger to my lips. “Someone else is in there with him.” I whisper. “They’re both throwing off weird energy.”

“What are we supposed to do?”

“You kick in the door, I’ll take out whoever’s in there. I won’t hurt Barnes, but I can’t make any promises about the other person.”

Steve nods before slamming his boot against the door just about where the deadbolt would be.

The door crashes open with such force that the door knob lodging in the drywall when it makes contact.

As soon as I’m through the door I see a stout blond man, red book in hand, reading off a list of what I can only assume is gibberish, until I see Bucky on his hands and knees on the floor, breathing heavily, teeth gritted and eyes squeezed shut. The blond man then registers as a threat and I slap my hand against the back of his neck and tighten my grip, draining him of enough energy to cause him to pass out.

Once he’s crumpled to the floor I zip tie his hands and feet together before making my way over to Bucky who’s still on the floor taking deep gasping breaths, trying to calm himself.

I place a gentle hand on his shoulder only to have him whip his head to the side to look at me, his eyes wild. I can feel his heart racing, adrenaline coursing through his body, so I siphon off a little bit of the excess energy his body is throwing off in an attempt to calm him down. His shoulders almost immediately relax and the tension in his jaw loosens. When his breathing slows, I remove my hand from his shoulder, breaking the connection, and motion for Steve to come in.

Steve all but falls to his knees beside his friend, placing almost unsure hands on his shoulders. Bucky slowly lifts his head, his eyes dragging up Steve’s chest and over his face before meeting his eyes. Steve looks at him apprehensively, worry entirely evident in his body language.

“Steve?” Bucky croaks.

“Yeah, Buck, it’s me.” Steve says, eyes misting over. “Are you alright?”

“What-” His voice cracks and he has to stop and take a deep breath before he can continue. “What are you doing here?”

“I had to find you.” Steve says simply. “From what I can tell, it’s a good thing we showed up when we did.” Bucky’s only response is a half-hearted smirk.

The man on the floor begins to stir and I place my hand on the floor, searching out his energy signature and draining a little bit of excess energy and causing him to pass out again.

“How… how did you do that?” Bucky asks.

“I’m an inhuman. I can manipulate stored energy.” His eyes widen in fear and I hold up my hands defensively. “I’m not dangerous, I promise. I work with him.” I say, nodding my head to Steve.

Steve nods in affirmation. “She mainly works in the medbay. She’s not going to do anything to hurt you.”

“Alright.” He says, still eyeing me warily.

“What did that guy want with you?” Steve asks. I shoot him a look filled with warning and he chooses to ignore it.

“I don’t know.” Bucky shakes his head. “I just know he had the red book and that he wanted to reactivate me. And before you ask, no, I don’t know why.”

Steve nods his head in acceptance. “Okay.”

Now that the crisis has been averted I look around the apartment. In all honesty, there isn’t much to look at.

There’s a small kitchen with outdated appliances, slightly cluttered countertops and an island separating it from the rest of the one room apartment. There’s a small pile of notebooks on top of the fridge with what looks to be candy bars surrounding the pile. A mattress with practically nothing on it sits in the corner and a small set of shelves sits a short ways away with a few cinder blocks next to it. What they’re they’re for, I’m not entirely sure I want to know.

“Why are you hiding here?” I ask, turning my eyes back to Bucky.

“I didn’t think anyone would look for me here. I guess I was wrong.” He answers. “How did you even find me?”

“A few Inhumans in the area contacted me when they found out that Steve was looking for you.” I fold my legs underneath me and place my hands on my thighs. “I had no idea I was going to be here, but I’m glad I was.”

“Thank you for stopping him.” Bucky nods to me, sitting back on his calves, his breathing having finally slowed to a normal pace.

“Speaking of,” I shuffle over to the unconscious man on the floor and pat him down, looking for any form of identification. It doesn’t take me long to find his wallet. “Says here is name is Helmut Zeemo. Military. He’s from… oh fuck me.”

“What?”

“Steve, he’s from Sokovia.” Flipping up one of the flaps in the wallet I find a family photo and my throat goes dry. “He had a family.”

“Do you think they were…” Steve trails off, looking at his hands. They’re trembling slightly. “Do you think they were there when the city came down?”

“Well… Didn’t Peggy say something about a bomb having been found at the UN when the Accords conference was set to happen?”

Steve stares at me blankly. “She did. Do you think this could have anything to do with that?”

“Steve, I realize you’re blond, but I know you’re not stupid.” He just gives me the same blank look and I roll my eyes. “Most of the team was supposed to be at the conference. If he blames the Avengers for his family’s deaths, then it would make sense for him to try to take them out as revenge.”

“So you think that when he failed at the UN he tried to go after people we consider family?”

I nod. “And he went after Bucky because of his affiliation with Hydra.”

“What are you trying to say?” Bucky asks.

“She’s saying that he wanted to use you to destroy the avengers and make it look like you did it of your own free will.” Steve answers. “As long as he’s the only person who knows about that book, then it would appear as though you actually wanted to attack us instead of you being controlled.”

“Oh.” Bucky murmurs.

“One question, Mr. Barnes,”

“What would that be?”

“Would you consider returning to New York with us? For safety’s sake, of course.”


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calltomuster  asked:

Honestly, ever since season 4, watching any Sherlock makes me sick. I even blacklisted TJLC and Sherlock just because I didn't want to see things that made me sad anymore. It's really disappointing. I used to think Sherlock was the best show on TV.

Hey Lovely,

I’m so sorry that you hurt so much, and you do what you have to do to protect yourself and your mental health.

I still think it was one of the best shows – before S4 anyway. It helped a lot of us learn about who we were, opened our eyes to viewing the world in a different way, and taught us how to read subtext – I’ll forever be grateful to this series for that at least. Whatever happened in S4, we don’t know, but I am certain we were not wrong in our reading of it; even the surface-level reading media thought S4 was a wash and made no sense. I still consider TAB to be a masterpiece, and Ben and Martin’s chemistry and performances in the whole series above A+. 

Something happened within that one year span that we just aren’t aware of, and it’s sad, though, that what we got has divided us all so much. I hope that you find your happiness, Lovely <3

anonymous asked:

Hi, Remmy! How's it going with 'your furry little problem'? Is it getting better to control? Have you maybe found something that makes it less painful? I'd love to know. Also what's Sirius up to at the mo? I have a feeling you should check on him... :)

Remus: Oh my “furry problem” is still annoying and coming every month.. But now that Sirius has healing powers, it’s less painful afterwards.. So I guess that makes it better. And what Is Sirius doing at the moment? He’s supposed to be giving Teddy a bath..

Sirius: OH MY GOD TEDDY HAS A PIG NOSE REGULUS COME SEE THIS QUICK!!

Remus: *rolls eyes*

70 questions tag!! (its actually 60 but o well)

tagged by @leeminpuppy huhuhu thank you so much!!

1. do you have a good relationship with your parents?

yes!!

2. who did you last say “i love you” to?

my mom i think

3. do you regret anything?

i am quite happy with where i am right now so no i dont think so 

4. are you insecure?

surprise surprise yes i am

5. what’s your relationship status?

single but i have my eyes on a guy but oh well

6. how do you want to die?

with the people that i love and knowing that i have done my best to achieve everything that i wanted 

7. what did you last eat?

rice kiedkefk i love rice

8. played any sports?

netball!! i’m actually going for trials to get into my school team next thursday and i really hope that i get in because netball is the only sport that i have a somewhat passion for 

9. do you bite your nails?

nope

10. when was your last physical fight?

never lmao i am too much of a coward to fight people

11. do you like someone?

yes fuckkk i have a huge crush on someone

12. have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

nope 

13. do you hate anyone at the moment?

no, there is this guy in my class who i cant stand and i really really really dislike him with a strong passion but i dont think i hate him (yet)

14. do you miss someone?

nope

15. have any pets?

yes!! i have a pug called bailey

16. how exactly are you feeling at the moment?

sleepy and motivated to get into my school’s netball team 

17. ever made out in the bathroom?

nope lmao

18. are you scared of spiders?

yes yeS YES

19. would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

tbh, yes i would like to go back to my school’s orientation ienkdsjdfk i suck 

20. where was the last place you snogged someone?

in my dreams :-)

21. what are your plans for this weekend?


studying and maybe making a few more gifs idk 

22. do you want to have kids? how many?

i think so!! two kids, a boy and a girl

23. do you have piercings? how many?

yes omfg i have 10!! 5 on each ear lmao (the piercings are at different places though)

24. what is/are/were your best subject(s)?

apparently geography and history but i really like physics 

25. do you miss anyone from your past?

yes!! but we are still friends, just not as close

26. what are you craving right now?

nothing omg i am so full

27. have you ever broken someone’s heart?

dont think so 

28. have you ever been cheated on?

nope

29. have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

i’ve not had a boyfriend/girlfriend before so nope!!! lol

30. what’s irritating you right now?

the possibility of me not getting into my netball team + my stupid feelings for my crush

31. does somebody love you?

friends and family!!

32. what is your favourite color?

purple, black and rose gold 

33. do you have trust issues?

nope

34. who/what was your last dream about?

:-)

35. who was the last person you cried in front of?

my friends during beauty and the beast lmao

36. do you give out second chances too easily?

i dont think so 

37. is it easier to forgive or forget?

forgive!! i dont forget 

38. is this year the best year of your life?

maybe i dont know i loved 2016 so much 

39. how old were you when you had your first kiss?

i’ll let you know when i get there lmao

40. have you ever walked outside completely naked?

no never

idk why but questions 41 to 50 are missing

51. favourite food?

vegan nuggets tbvh

52. do you believe everything happens for a reason?

yes definitely 

53. what is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

scroll through instagram

54. is cheating ever okay?

no wtf never

55. are you mean?

to people that i do not like/who have offended me, yes veRY

56. how many people have you fist fought?

no one

57. do you believe in true love?

yes!!! i am a sucker for romance

58. favourite weather?

i love the sun when i’m out but i love it when it rains whilst i’m asleep

59. do you like the snow?

kinda i guess!! theres no snow where i live (tragic!) and i get so intrigued when i see snow when i travel but i am so so so afraid of the cold

60. do you wanna get married?

yes!!

61. is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

depending on the person oops

62. what makes you happy?

- monsta x

- seventeen

- reaching my goals

63. would you change your name? 


nope!! my name is joycelyn and people usually mistake it as jocelyn but i love my name so nope

64. would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

i wish i had a guy that i last kissed

65. your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

idk omg 

66. do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

not yet but ok look i was in an all girls school for the past 4 years so we’ll see

67. who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

if you do not count family, my crush lol

68. who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

my closest friend 

69. do you believe in soulmates?

yes

70. is there anyone you would die for?

my family


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anonymous asked:

45 Masamune. Love your blogs! 😘

Thank you! Here you are.

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45. “Let’s never leave the bed. The world may crumble in pieces but at least I’ll have you in my arms.”

He slowly open his eyes from the blinding sun shimmering through the window. He looks down and found his Lady in his arms just as she was the light before. A smile plasters on his face, he was so glad to have her by his side. If he had never met her, who knew what he’d be doing at this exact moment. The old Masamune would be in shock if he knew the new him could love someone so dearly in the way he loved her.

Sure, he had Shigezane and Kojuro to love when he was growing up but this was a different type of love. When they had first met, he always had his walls up but she never backed down, breaking through each one of them. But he was afraid to love, fearing that she would leave him one day. But she hadn’t, she stood by his side even through the downs, letting him see the world in a different perspective than he had before.

Masamune plants a soft and gentle kiss on top of her eyelid, thanking her for staying by his side. In response, her eyes slowly pop open to see the view of what was in front of her and a smile curls up from her mouth.

“Good morning.”

“Mmn…morning…” she sleepily answer her Lord.

Noticing she was still tired from daze, he chuckles. “Want to sleep a little longer?”

She shakes her head to open her eyes again. “No, we need to get up, milord.”

But instead of getting up, Masamune pulls her closer to his chest, his arms tightly embracing her. “I don’t want to get up,” he shakes his head. “Let’s never leave the bed. The world may crumble in pieces but at least I’ll have you in my arms.”

She softly giggles in reply. “I know you don’t mean part of it. Lord Kojuro will give you a lecture. Not to mention Lord Shigezane will possibly disturb the peace we both want.”

Masamune sighs, knowing her words weren’t wrong. “You’re right. That Shigezane will die by my hands one day for annoying me.”

Her giggles turns into soft laughter and Masamune was falling in love all over again just by that. He knew no matter what would happen, he could never hate her. She changed him to be a better man and he could never be thankful enough. Masamune looks down to see his beautiful Lady and bends down to give her a passionate morning kiss.

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anonymous asked:

Something where Graves is super protective. You're wearing a dress that he knows will make people hit on you, and so he decides to go with you ends up getting jealous and just picks you up( like In fright night 2011, with the club scene) Like the imaginyou imagine- just extended (English is not my first languege but im excited to see what you can do to my fav Character- greetings from Spain <3 )

Hi lovely! Firstly, wow! A reader from Spain! I’m really excited! Hi from Malaysia! Sorry for the delay in getting this story done, I apparently have problem writing anything that’s not angst. I tried to do my best to recreate the club scene from Fright Night and I hope this is what you had in mind! 

Warning: This story contains mature content and some coarse language.


“You’re not going.”

You rolled your eyes, head still hidden away in the massive oak wardrobe you shared as you try to find your favourite pair of shoes, the ones you wear only when you’re trying to look your best.

Finally finding them from amongst the organised chaos of the wardrobe, you huffed and pushed back your curled hair. You threw a retort over your shoulder even as you slip on your heels, wobbling briefly as you tried to find your balance. “I’ll be with my old friends Percival, and besides, I did ask you to come with me, but you’re the one who decided that you were, I quote, “far too old for such nonsense”.” You paused to admire your figure in the full length mirror and smiled when you noticed Percival’s dark gaze on you; you made the right choice wearing this dress tonight. Honestly though, it wasn’t anything too provocative; if anything, it was rather proper and covered everything it should, although it did a beautiful job of accentuating everything you (and he) loved about your body. The burgundy dress fell just above your knees, and the gorgeous scalloped neckline showed off your delicate collarbones.

Pouting slightly, you sauntered over to your sullen lover and wrapped your arms around his neck. Almost automatically, his arms encircled your waist and you leaned into his solid embrace, enjoying the small moment of intimacy. “Darling, it’s not like we’re going to one of those shabby No-Maj clubs, I promise I’ll be fine. I’ll even be back before midnight, so there’s nothing for you to be worried about.” He sighed and pushed a loose strand of hair away from your face, “It’s not your safety I’m worried about, I know you can take care of yourself. It’s just,” he gestured exasperatedly at you, “look at you! I don’t want other men staring at you like you’re some piece of meat when you’re mine-” Placing a finger against his lips, you cut off any of his forthcoming protests. You peppered light kisses along his jaw, “If you don’t want men ogling at me, all you have to do is come with me.” A groan escaped the formidable Auror’s lips, and you grinned triumphantly, knowing he’d give in. Five minutes later, the two of you Apparated to the wizarding pub where you would be meeting your old friends from Hogwarts.


Percival chuckled as he listened to Emmaline, your Ravenclaw best friend who got a job as a Potion Master’s assistant upon graduating, animatedly recounting all the times you got everyone in trouble whilst in school. You buried your face in his shoulder in embarrassment as you endured the good-natured ribbing at your past as a troublemaker, but secretly you were thrilled that your lover was getting along so well with your friends. These were people who stayed up late at night with you, trying to finish last minute assignments, they were the people who comforted you through your first breakup and who you confided in when you finally had your first kiss in your sixth year. You had missed them terribly after you moved to America, and while communication between the lot of you was sporadic and not as often as you had initially hoped it would be, the bond was still there, as evidenced by the squeals and hugs and crying that greeted you when you saw them upon your arrival.

Percival initially intimidated your group of friends, what with his serious demeanour and the regal way he held himself, even when not at work. But your friends quickly got over his scary appearance and treated him as their own; it helped that Percival had a very sharp, dry wit that delighted them. Also, the man could hold his liquor, which immediately won him points in his favour. The hours passed easily, filled with easy camaraderie and joviality and Percival found himself enjoying the company of your friends, who obviously meant a lot to you. The night couldn’t have gone any better, and you were glad to have been able to spend it with the people closest to your heart.

Everything however, went downhill when Percival excused himself to use the gents’. You went to the bar to get some more drinks because you were the only one who could still walk without falling over (you were a lightweight, so you watched the amount of alcohol you consumed. You didn’t want to have to deal with Apparating whilst drunk; that was one messy experience you didn’t want to have to go through again), and you were immediately accosted by a drunken boar of a man, whom you recognised as a petty thief whom you and your colleagues at MACUSA have apprehended more than a few times. He either didn’t recognise you, or he was far too drunk to care that he was hitting on an Auror who had once been responsible for him being in jail; one who was engaged to the Director of Magical Security, no less.

“Hey doll, fancy lettin’ a real man show ya how to have a good time?” You shuddered when he winked sloppily at you, you couldn’t believe he actually thought he looked attractive doing that eye twitch. Ignoring him, you took your drinks and made to move around him, but the drunkard placed his meaty hand on your arm, his fingers clumsily trying to trail a path. You glared at him and bared your teeth, “Get your hand off me dumbass, or you’ll be seeing the bars of a cell tonight.” It infuriated you that the man only laughed and proceeded to tug you over to him, catching you off guard as you lost your balance momentarily and stumbled. You cried out when your drinks fell to the floor, the liquid splashing onto your feet and the floor. Turning to acquaint his face with your fist, you were instead unpleasantly surprised by his trout-like lips on yours, and oh god was that tongue?!

Before you could hex the bejeezus out of the poor excuse of a man, he was suddenly pulled away from you, and you gasped in delight when you saw your Percival throw a punch straight at his face, effectively knocking him out. Your friends were standing behind Percival, confusion at the situation plainly written on their faces. Your lover turned towards you, and you threw your arms around him relieved, not noticing the dark look on his face. Realising he wasn’t returning your embrace, you pulled away slightly and for the second time that night, had a kiss forcefully pressed on your lips, although this was much more welcomed than the first. Breaking the kiss, your dark-haired beau didn’t give you a chance to explain or speak, and you shivered in delight at the husky tone his low voice took on as he whispered in your ear “You’re going to say goodbye to your friends and we’re going to leave this god-forsaken place. When we get home, you’ll get rid of that damn dress and I’ll fuck you so hard the neighbours will be able to hear you scream my name through the walls. All right?”

You were stunned and so very turned on by his promise to you that you could only nod wordlessly before complying. Walking as fast as you could to your friends who immediately broke out in questions for you, you told them, as nicely as you possibly could in your lust induced fog, that you had to go, and you would see them again before they were due to return to London. You were just heading to find Percival when you saw him stalk confidently towards you, and you felt a rush of heat pool in your belly, knowing that you were his prey that he was just dying to devour. As soon as he reached you, he tugged at your hand roughly and in one swift motion, threw you over his broad shoulder in a fireman’s carry. You squealed when he smacked your arse unexpectedly, and he soothed the sting by rubbing on your behind lovingly. You waved goodbye at your friends who were hooting and cat-calling at the both of you as Percival made his way out of the pub with you dangling helplessly over his shoulder, and just like that, he Apparated you home.

As soon as the world stopped spinning, you pulled Percival by the collar of his shirt into your bedroom. Throwing you down on the king-sized bed, he began divesting himself of his clothes while ordering you to strip, which you did, tripping over yourself in your eagerness. Percival made good on his promises, and your poor neighbours had to endure an entire night of animalistic screams and the sounds of your bed banging against the wall. The next day at work, when Tina innocently asked you if you were okay after noticing the way you were walking awkwardly, you made some flimsy excuse about how you slipped in the bath and bruised yourself, all the while promising to kill a smugly smiling Percival who very “helpfully” told Tina he would take good care of you. The git.


Bonus: Colin Farrell gif that’s making me melt and god I don’t know what it’s doing to me

Originally posted by colinfarrellfanpage

anonymous asked:

Matchup? Straight, female, tall, scrawny (which I'm sorta self-conscious about). Short blonde hair, blue eyes, and black rimmed glasses. I am blind without them. I am an introvert and care too much what people think. My world kinda revolves around trying to please everyone and help carry burdens. I love to write, but I can't bring myself to show it to people. I listen to music all the time and undergo bad stress. I have a hard time communicating with people and get really frustrated easily too.

I ship you with: V

- he knows how hard it is being pressured by what people think (since he is a famous photographer after all) and he understands why you get stressed out easily. he also understands the struggle of wanting to please everyone even though it means putting the burden on himself. at the end of the day, he always reminds you that he’s there for you just as much as you’re there for him. even without you talking about it he understands how you feel. he knows it’s hard and he’s always there

Originally posted by mark1805

- you’re very reluctant with showing him your writing but after a while, you agree to show him a short piece that you wrote. you were super self-conscious about it at first but he fell in love with it instantly. he kind of like understood a part of you that you were reluctant to talk about and now he finds it easy to get to know you through your writing

Originally posted by stitchholdsmyheart

- he only realized that you were practically blind without your glasses when you accidentally forgot them in the car before going to one of his exhibits. it went a little something like this:

‘I like this one. it’s a good photo of a fish’

‘that’s a boat MC’

and he noticed that you kept squinting and stepping really close to the pictures to see them and he finally realized that you were practically blind without your glasses. now he takes a spare with him every time

Originally posted by achingtentacles

Stuff My Mom Has Told Me During Hamilton (Act 2)
  • What'd I Miss: "Where'd his accent go?"
  • "That's Thomas Jefferson mom."
  • "No that's Lafayette."
  • "Same actor. Different character."
  • Cabinet Battle #1: "Why can't the debates be like this?"
  • Take A Break: "....where the fuck is Peggy?!"
  • Say No To This: "That God damn note what in the shit?!"
  • The Room Where It Happens: "So is Burr like, the person who tries too hard to be cool? Also there was three so what does he mean he arranged the seating?"
  • Schuyler Defeated: "Why do half these songs start the same?"
  • Cabinet Battle #2: "Fourth wall break!"
  • "What?"
  • "They mentioned Lafeyette! Fourth wall break!"
  • "Mom, same actor, different character. Lafayette and Thomas knew each other."
  • "Not important."
  • Washington On Your Side: "I've never been so ready to drop kick someone."
  • *Casually scoots away*
  • One Last Time: "Alex has such daddy issues..."
  • I Know Him: "I had actually forgotten about the King..."
  • "How?"
  • "I don't know! I thought he died!"
  • The Adams Administration: "This song is so short."
  • "It's not the full bit."
  • "What?"
  • *plays full one*
  • "Alex has a lot of anger issues."
  • We Know: "Wait - why do Jefferson and Alex hate each other so much? Is that sexual tension?"
  • "Mom..."
  • Hurricane: "You know I was in a hurricane once..."
  • The Reynolds Pamphlet: "Wait why do the three sound shocked? They already knew! They read it as if they hadn't!"
  • Burn: "Hello tears I forgot about you..."
  • Blow Us All Away: "I forgot they had kids...wait wasn't he just nine?"
  • Stay Alive (Reprise): "My God...you ever try and take a gun to fight someone and I may just kill you."
  • "That is /not/ the point of this song."
  • It's Quiet Uptown: *she just refuses to stop hugging me*
  • "Mom...please..."
  • "Shhh let me show my love..."
  • "Mom your tears are in my hair!"
  • The Election Of 1800: "What the shit?! Stop having depressing songs then a fun one!"
  • "Please let go of me..."
  • Your Obedient Servant: "This is so passive aggressive..."
  • Best Of Wives And Best Of Women: "This sounds so cute but...it's so sad?"
  • "Have you learned nothing throughout this?"
  • "...I want to hate it. I can't."
  • The World Was Wide Enough: "He...does know when people get older they need glasses right? Glasses don't mean murder. Otherwise you and your four eyes would be killing every day!"
  • Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story: "That's Washington! I recognize that voice! It's so deep and sexy!"
  • "Mom this is an emotional song."
  • "I know! That voice deserves more action!"
  • "Mom..."
STOP WITH WHAT YOU’RE DOING!!

AND LOOK AT THIS PICTURE OF BOB ROSS HOLDING A BABY RACCOON

you may continue with your day

It’s alright to go out into the world live your life without me. You exist… and that is enough for me. I don’t need to see you or touch you or hold you. I don’t need to feel your kiss, or see your eyes light up when you smile, or hear your laughter in my ears.
For I have had all those things once… and that is enough.
To know that you exist is enough.
Your happiness is mine and if that means that I never spend another moment in your presence and the thought of me never crosses your mind then I guess this is what you call ‘acceptance’.
This is that moment when I open my hands to the sky and give you to the world. You cannot own a person… and love is a gift given freely with no guarantee of return. That is its most beautiful aspect… its purity; that it exists individually, irrespective of reciprocation.
For you are you, and I am I, and once we were we… but as long as I exist and so do you – know that I will always love you.
He conveys as much love through his soulful eyes as he does through his words and they are always highlighted because of the beautiful makeup work on the show. His eyes become a big part of his character. When Magnus is looking at Alec with looks of admiration and love, the message is never lost because Shum says so much with his eyes.
—  spoilertv about Harry Shum jr
The first time he sees you in lingerie - Male Avengers Headcanon

This wasn’t requested but idc, @scarlettsoldier and I were talking about plus size models lmao

Originally posted by little--batman

Bucky: 

He’d be so taken aback, but in the good way. He’d look you up and down, drinking you in. He’d bite his lip as he would make his way over to you, absolutely lost in the scraps of lace and bare skin, then he’d look into your eyes before mumbling that you’re so beautiful, before kissing you so passionately with his fingers tangled in your hair. “You’re gonna kill me, darlin’” 

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

Steve:

Steve would be so flustered, having never seen a woman in lingerie in the flesh. He would be rooted to to the spot once he walked into your shared bedroom. His facial expression would make you nervous, “Steve…Do- Do you like it?” “Oh G-God yes I do, doll, you look marvelous” It would be you that’d have to make the first move, you would take his large hands in yours and place them on your silk covered hips. He felt like a virgin again, but Jesus H. Christ, he was going to try and not ruin those skimpy piece of fabric the moment he got a hold on himself.

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Sam:

You’d be looking in the vanity mirror in your bedroom, catching a glance of the handsome man at the door in the reflection before smirking at him. You’d bought the undergarments as his birthday present. You blushed as his slender fingers made their way along your shoulders to move your hair out of the way. He would press kisses to your neck and mumble “happy birthday to me” whilst smiling as his hands wandered…

Originally posted by rad-aar

Tony: 

You’d walk into his lab wearing a black trench coat over the top, of course. His head didn’t turn until he heard your voice say “FRIDAY, lock the doors please.” He’d cock a brow up at your dolled up form, his eyes would travel down your legs and then his brows would raise when he saw them bare, his jaw would fall slack but would quickly pick back with a sly smirk. As you would unbutton the trench coat, letting it slide to the floor (whilst keeping eye contact and also biting your lip) you’d hear the words “Oh, my beautiful baby girl, come to daddy…”

Originally posted by theplacewheredreamsgo

Thor:

You had definitely remembered to pack your black corset number in your bag before Thor took you to Asgard for the first time. You wanted this trip to be memorable as possible. When he first sees you in it, you’re both in his bedchamber, you’re coming out of the en suite bathroom and his mighty facade drops completely and he chokes on his mead, he’s completely awestruck, for he had never seen such undergarments, ever. He would gently pull you between his open legs, trailing his large hands across the rigid bones of the black corset, to the silk panties below, all the way down to the lace tops of your stockings. “Do you like it, my love?” “I love it, My Queen.”

Originally posted by luvn-loki

Loki: (slightly AU)

Loki had been down the past couple of weeks, trying to adjust to being an avenger and the people around him. You wanted to cheer him up with something new, you knew behind his hard facade there was a troubled man. So you rummaged through your drawers and found the one thing you needed, the unused white lace panties and bra. You hastily slipped them on before throwing a t-shirt and shorts on over the top, before calling Loki through FRIDAY. As he opened the door to your room, he would give you a small smile before laying down next to you. “I have a present for you, darling” you would say, “and what would that be, my love?” “me, now I want you to take me out of my packaging” As he would peel your shirt up, his eyes would widen at the unusual underwear you were wearing, his hands would come to cup your breasts but at the same time, admire the fine lacework, he would let out a soft groan as he saw your panties..

Originally posted by justawkwardgirl

Bruce:

Oh god, the GIF says it all. He’d be quietly reading in his room, when you’d just saunter in casually in your pyjamas. You both usually slept in underwear, or naked *wink wink*, so as you padded towards the bed, you began to remove your clothing, as Bruce caught a glimpse of purple from beneath his lashes, he looked at you like so, and put his book down. He would murmur ‘oh god, oh god, oh god’ under his breath as you crawled your way towards him, straddling him. You would grab his hands and place them just below your breasts where the purple lace finished, urging him into touching you. His touches would be delicate and curious at first, “You like it, Bruce?” “Uh- Uh yes, baby it’s beautiful, but not as much as you” he would proceed to grasp your hip tighter as his other hand brought your chest down flush onto his, he would moan heavily into your kiss at the feeling of the lace scratching against his skin

Originally posted by arlothia

Clint:

As soon as he would see you, his mouth would go completely dry, and if you were in a cartoon his eyes would pop out of his head. He’d mumble, “Oh fuck, YES!”  before making grabby hands at you, begging you to come and sit on his lap (I mean seriously, look at them thighs!) He’d become bold and immediately kiss your breasts over the velvet fabric as his hands would ping the elastic of your stockings. He’d tell you how sexy you’d look on top of him in such attire whilst his hand would come to softly grasp your throat…

Originally posted by son-of-a-blake

Pietro:

You would be getting ready for a party- you didn’t intend for him to see you in your lacy undergarments until after the party! It was supposed to be a surprise! But as Pietro would come through your door he would make said face, giving you a once over, (ogling at your behind, obviously) whilst having a devilish grin on his face whilst saying “Ah, princezná, all for me?” making you whip around in shock. 

.,.t.he way she looks at her..😩 i have reached the point where i simply cannot understand PPL WHO STILL DENY THE CHEMİSTRY AND VERY SPECIAL BOND between them look at this tiny cutie you still dont trust !?? LOOK HOW MUCH LOVE AND KINDNESS HER EYES RADIATE. So fuckin geniune

ssuperssanders  asked:

Can we just take a moment to appreciate how good you, Dodie, and Ben sound together?? My ears/eyes have been blessed♡. Also, happy birthday lovely!!

I was just so happy. This is what I was beaming over a couple of days ago. I had dueted with both of them separately and we all make our own individual music. This was, for me, like a uniting of the Avengers!!! I was so thrilled the whole time we were working (by working, I mean, Dodie and Ben collabed and worked out the harmonies, while I sat there marveling at them the whole time… ps. Marvel? Avengers? Get it? Ehhhhhhhhh???)!

What I Read This Week

(22/4/17)

I probably the best reading week I’ve ever had, thanks to my incredibly wonderful friends who wrote fics for me for my birthday (they made a collection which you can find here! I am so, so thankful for them all 💙) as well as some other great updates!

Easy Now with My Heart by braveten, Teen, 12k (WIP)
“Fast, Yuuri. Pow pow.”
“Pow pow?”
He giggles—Victor Nikiforov, figure skating champion, Olympic athlete, Yuuri’s idol, who is currently sick and delusional, giggles—and puts his hand on Yuuri’s chest, pillowing his head there, too. “Pow pow,” he repeats as he feels his heartbeat. “Pow pow, pow pow. Fast, see?”
Oh. I LOVE THIS SO SO MUCH <3

Batter Up! by Shadow_sensei, Teen, 2.9k
Victor and Yuuri are celebrating their birthdays together and decide to bake their own cakes, competing against each other to see which of their cakes will be the one to win over the party. Neither have baked a cake in years. SO cute!

Look How We’ve Grown by maydei, Teen, 7k
Victor’s been alive for thirty years, but every day with Yuuri brings new surprises. Life. Love. Fun. Family. Yuuri’s presence in his life has brought them all, and Victor wouldn’t trade it for the world. LOVE!

they say its your birthday by ebenroot, Teen, 3.6k
“Clowns are creepy. We’re not having a clown, Victor.”
“What if I dressed up as a clown?”
Yuuri is pensive for a moment, then he pushes his glasses further up his nose in a disapproving manner. “Then I’m afraid I won’t be able to have sex with you until that mental image of you in clown makeup is purged from my mind,” Yuuri says with a shrug. BABIES AND CAKE OMG 

Duckling by missmichellebelle, Teen, 3.6k
The ballet classes are, inevitably, Victor’s idea. THE MOMS IN THIS OMG I love the end, so adorable!

The Best Kind of Present by Reiya, Teen, 2.4k
Yuuri is having a crisis over what to get Viktor for his birthday. Thankfully, Viktor already has a pretty good idea of what he wants… This is SOO AMAZING!!!

(Only By You) My Heart Always Moves by lily_winterwood, Teen, 6k
This is their first birthday together, and he’s already screwing it up by not having a present for Yuuri. Yuuri, who had fought tooth and nail for them, who had traversed the seven seas to return to him, who had taken the words they had shared in the early months of their intimacy and turned them into something beautiful, something perfect. A-M-A-Z-I-N-G

To Loving Tension by whalefairyfandom12, Mature, 
“Hey, Yuuri?” / “Yes?” / “Did you know people write fanfiction about us?”
Yuuri froze, any traces of sleepiness vanishing with his previous tranquility. / “What?” / “Mm. Phichit sent me a link. It’s tagged with endurance, hair pulling, blowjobs, possessive behavior, and they are in love.,” Viktor mused. “It sounds realistic so far.” OMFG… just… you have to read this omg!

A Hitman’s Guide to Emergency Gift-Giving by exile_wrath, Not Rated, 1.9k
1) In case of emergencies and not know what to give your husband for his birthday in twenty-four hours, the decapitated head of one of his lifelong enemies always works. REALLY awesome one-shot!!

let me be your lover by Tianetti, Teen, 2.7k
A terrible case of the sniffles. I LOVE SICKFICS SO MUCH HECK

Laundry Day by cryingoverspilledvodka, lucycamui, Explicit, 7.3k
The Katsuki-Nikiforov household takes a morning off to do laundry. Living together, it’s not just the bed that needs breaking in. THIS IS SO 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You by flowercrownyuri (elevensong), Teen, 2.5k
When Yakov gets bronchitis and can’t go with Yuri to Skate America, Victor fills in as a last minute backup coach. The problem? Skate America falls right before Yuuri’s birthday, and Victor won’t make it back in time to celebrate. Yuuri knows this, accepts it even, but he should know that nothing stands between Victor and what he wants. This is SO CUTE OMFG and Victor is so extra I love him <3

The Greatest Birthday of All by paxton1976, Mature, 3.2k
When Yuuri and Viktor decide to have a belated birthday celebration, their gifts change their future for the better. I LOVE this fic, thank you Pax!!

Frozenheart & Hiddenfire by Thehobbem, Not Rated, 9.7k
Being the youngest child in a family means you get to leave home and find Riches and Adventures your older siblings could only dream of - but Yuuri Katsuki wants nothing more than stay home and hide from Destiny. Which will be much harder to do once a certain ice wizard comes into town. SO good I love Victor in this!!

Perfect Collision, We Call it Art by LittleLostStar, Gen, 884 words
Here’s the thing about Yuuri Katsuki: everyone underestimates him.
It’s not really their fault, and in his healthier moments he’s able to acknowledge that it isn’t his fault either; it’s just how anxiety warps the world around him, like a miniature black hole or the world’s shittiest invisibility cloak. It coats him in a shimmering mirage of shyness and insecurity, and more often than not it’s basically impossible to remove. It’s hard to shine your brightest when you’re dragging all of that around. So the masquerade is kind of a no-brainer. I can’t wait for more!

Accidental Crush by Ashida, Mature, 4k (WIP)
A university AU in which Yuuri’s phone is plagued with spam text messages and the one time he decides to text back results in the best thing ever. Omgomgomg 

dear true love by cityboys, Teen, 63k (WIP)
Victor is a writer pretending to be on a break; Yuuri is a pianist pretending to not be on a break.They meet, somehow, in the backwaters of Saga Prefecture, Japan. That update… my heart! </3

Butt Stuff by Plumpie, Explicit, 13k (WIP)
AU in which top Japanese male figure skater Katsuki Yuuri is recovering from an invasive (and frankly, quite embarrassing) surgical procedure, and his visitation nurse turns out to be terribly, terribly attractive. If only they had met under less humiliating circumstances.

our doubts are traitors by astoryaboutwar, Explicit, 20k (WIP)
the powered assassins AU in which betrayal comes first, forgiveness second, and love was always somewhere in the equation. WOW… that update!!

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Here’s to another week of great fic reading! Be sure to give the authors some love!