no one else will ever touch it

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Make a confession right now

I’m really starting to feel like myself again….. like I haven’t felt this good and clear minded in years. This clarity I feel came on so strong out of nowhere too. I’ve been really working on controlling the energy I put out and I’ve been sort of subconsciously saying nice things to myself and it’s helped a lot more than I imagined starting out. I’m so in touch with my spirit/soul right now. I feel like I could manifest an entirely different reality for myself, and tbh that’s exactly what I’ve been doing.

I got into a really striking conversation with a stranger while out one night and she told me, “speak to yourself the way you wanted someone to speak to you when you were young” and that sparked something in me almost immediately. Now ever since that happened I’ve been gentle and kind to myself and it’s pouring out into everything else I do.

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I think about love on a scale from 1 to 10. Most of us find a 6 or 7, and that’s why we have divorce. It’s the truth. We settle for that 6 or 7. But I like to think Kevin is Chiron’s 10. He’s found that and he realizes that there’s no reason to settle for a 6 or a 7 because, “I know this person is my 10. Whether or not this person believes I’m his 10, I’m going to devote my life to this person entirely.” That’s why the line where he says, “You’re the only man that’s ever touched me,” for me, was the most amazing, most beautiful thing I’ve seen in cinema, period. Because that’s what we strive for as people, to find that one person because they’re there. If Kevin doesn’t feel that they should be together, Chiron is just going to die a miserable person because that’s his person and he won’t settle for anything else. But I like to think they’re together, walking in Central Park hand-in-hand when they’re 90 years old. - Trevante Rhodes

Moonlight (2016, dir. Barry Jenkins)

3 LITTLE WORDS... || starter pack

Send me one to see how my muse reacts. Some are fluffy, some are angsty, some are smutty, some are something else entirely…

Some of these may be triggering or NSFW!

  • “I love you.”
  • “I hate you.”
  • “Go fuck yourself.”
  • “I guess so…”
  • “I guess not.”
  • “Love me, please.”
  • “Don’t say that.”
  • “Don’t do that.”
  • “Don’t touch me.”
  • “Please, hold me.”
  • “Pain changes people.”
  • “You haven’t changed.”
  • “Please don’t go.”
  • “Look behind you.”
  • “Go kill yourself.”
  • “I can change.”
  • “Don’t ever change.”
  • “Want a hit?”
  • “Do you smoke?”
  • “Fuck me now.”
  • “Take my hand.”
  • “Lead the way.”
  • “Duck and cover!”
  • “Just go home.”
  • “Take me home.”
  • “Walk me there?”
  • “Everyone, shut up!”
  • “Just shut up.”
  • “Please stop it.”
  • “Please don’t die.”
  • “I need you.”
  • “I want you.”
  • “Want a hug?”
  • “Want a kiss?”
  • “Are you sure?”
  • “Are you lying?”
  • “That’s the truth.”
  • “I’m not lying.”
  • “Oh my God.”
  • “For fuck’s sake!”
  • “I got it.”
  • “I found it.”
  • “Call me later.”
  • “Text me later.”
  • “Don’t call me.”
  • “Are you crying?”
  • “I wasn’t crying.”
  • “Please don’t laugh.”
  • “Please don’t cry.”
  • “That’s a lie.”
  • “What’d they say?”
  • “What’ll it be?”
  • “It’s last call.”
  • “It’s almost midnight.”
  • “Do you promise?”
  • “That’s a promise.”
  • “Are you serious?”
  • “Don’t bullshit me.”
  • “I punched him.”
  • “I killed him.”
  • “I kissed him.”
  • “I love him.”
  • “I hate him.”
  • “I lied before.”
  • “I’m so sorry.”
  • “I’m not sorry.”
  • “I’ll come over.”
  • “Can you come?”
  • “Want to cuddle?”
  • “Maybe we should.”
  • “Maybe we shouldn’t.”
  • “You don’t say.”
  • “Make me come.”
  • “Did you come?”
  • “I stole it.”
  • “I broke it.”
  • “Any bones broken?”
  • “Are you okay?”
  • “Are you hurt?”
  • “That must’ve hurt.”
  • “He was lying.”
  • “It’s our song.”
  • “Can I help?”
  • “Help me out.”
  • “Please, for me?”
  • “Anything for you.”
  • “I doubt it.”
  • “I believe you.”
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I think about love on a scale from 1 to 10. Most of us find a 6 or a 7, and that’s why we have divorce. It’s the truth. We settle for that 6 or 7. But I like to think Kevin is Chiron’s 10. He’s found that and he realizes that there’s no reason to settle for a 6 or a 7 because, “I know this person is my 10. Whether or not this person believes I’m his 10, I’m going to devote my life to this person entirely.” That’s why the line where he says, “You’re the only man that’s ever touched me,” for me, was the most amazing, most beautiful thing I’ve seen in cinema, period. Because that’s what we strive for as people, to find that one person because they’re there. If Kevin doesn’t feel that they should be together, Chiron is just going to die a miserable person because that’s his person and he won’t settle for anything else. But I like to think they’re together, walking in Central Park hand-in-hand when they’re 90 years old. — Trevante Rhodes

Moonlight (Barry Jenkins, 2016)

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“I think about love on a scale from 1 to 10. Most of us find a 6 or 7, and that’s why we have divorce. It’s the truth. We settle for that 6 or 7. But I like to think Kevin is Chiron’s 10. He’s found that and he realizes that there’s no reason to settle for a 6 or a 7 because, “I know this person is my 10. Whether or not this person believes I’m his 10, I’m going to devote my life to this person entirely.” That’s why the line where he says, “You’re the only man that’s ever touched me,” for me, was the most amazing, most beautiful thing I’ve seen in cinema, period. Because that’s what we strive for as people, to find that one person because they’re there. If Kevin doesn’t feel that they should be together, Chiron is just going to die a miserable person because that’s his person and he won’t settle for anything else. But I like to think they’re together, walking in Central Park hand-in-hand when they’re 90 years old.”

Moonlight (2016) dir. Barry Jenkins

Ask my Muse about their bodies and minds!

💄 - How do you feel about makeup, would you/do you wear it?

♀ - How feminine are you?

♂ - How masculine are you?

💓 - What’s your sex?

💎 - What is your sexuality?

🎈 - What’s your gender?

🔑 - Do you kin with anyone/anything?

❤️ - Are you currently in love? If so, who are you in love with?

💕 - Have you ever thought of sex/gender change?

🏵 - Where are the sensitive spots on your body?

🍓 - Where is it okay for friends to touch?

🍒 - Where is it okay for lovers to touch?

🍄 - Where is it okay for strangers to touch?

🌸 - How much flattery can you take before catching a crush?

🌈 - What makes you happy?

🌪 - Do you have depressing thoughts? If so, what are the scariest?

💅 - How do you feel about nail polish, would you/do you wear it?

👒 - Don’t be shy, what’s your personal style?

🦉 - What’s your Secret Mirror Act when no one else is looking? Do you make faces? Do you dance? Do you check yourself out?

🐦 - What do/would you post to your social media?

🍭 - Describe your perfect partner. Head to toe. Flaw to feature.

🍩 - How do you feel about yourself?

Have You Tried Seducing?

Anon Requests: Do you think you could do something like Reader is only wearing Cas’s shirt and they’re in the living room or kitchen or some place like that and Cas thinks it’s Sexy so he decides to fuck reader and they break something, which wakes up in the Winchesters and the Winchesters walk in and Reader get’s embarrassed but Castiel don’t stop fucking until he’s done? Thank you! AND How about a cas x reader where cas has been in love with reader for ages but never acted on his feelings/urges because he’s an angel and it’s a sin for an angel to be with a human(it’s forbidden). The reader overheard cas confess his affection for her to the Winchester boys and she decides to seduce him because she’s always liked him too but felt he hated her(but he was just avoiding temptation). So he just cracks and some really good smut follows and then some cute fluff 🤗 love you btw ✊🏽

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: smut, a little bit of dirty talk, language, nsfw gif further below the cut!!

A/N: I decided to combine 2 requests for this one. hope thats alright!

x

3 weeks.

It had been 3 weeks since you had overheard Castiel confess his love for you to Sam and Dean.

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The signs hugging

Aries: Pounds your back to make sure you know how intense their love is

Taurus: Perfectly aligns hearts and holds you tight. A powerful warmth begins to spread through your body. Your eyes well up. A single tear threatens to fall. Then the hug breaks, and the moment is over.

Gemini: Asks first: “Do you need a hug?” Wraps arms around you, holds tight for a sec, then slaps your back in a brolike fashion and awkwardly breaks apart to avoid seeming too touchy-feely

Cancer: Gives and takes hugs in equal measure. Soft, gentle, and warm. Why hugs were invented

Leo: Casual hugs all the time, no biggie

Virgo: Getting a hug from them is like getting a hug from God; you can’t believe you made it to this moment, you must have done something right

Libra: hugs who they want to hug plus EVERYONE ELSE just to be fair so it doesn’t look like they’re showing favoritism or anything

Scorpio: *checks pockets*

Sagittarius: Short hugs, touch-and-go, like they’re about to catch a flight out of the country. Are they vacationing, or on the run? Will you ever see them again? No one knows

Capricorn: You have just sealed a pact of friendship forever, expect them a call from them at 8 pm on a Wednesday night 20 years from now to catch up like you just saw each other yesterday

Aquarius: “I’m not a hugger”

Pisces: Probably initiated the hug

You’re His Ex Girlfriend and You See His New Girlfriend Wearing Your T-Shirt: Part 3

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If she closes her eyes hard enough, and just at the right moments, Y/n can feel Harry in Dan.

It’s quite peculiar, how she finds Harry in almost anything. It’s something she finds so riveting yet so dangerous at the same time. He’s everywhere, he’s in every breath she takes and in every move she makes, and it’s something that brings her an overwhelming sense of comfort yet an overbearing sense of instability.

Dan—an individual full of insecurities and excitement—who varies oh, so differently from Harry, can feel like him if she really tries hard enough. His arms don’t hold her quite the same, and his lips aren’t as soft and flavorful, but if she squeezes her eyes shut, and she loses herself in the memories of Harry, it’s like he’s almost back again—only in the most minuscule of ways.

Which is why, now, in this moment in time, Y/n can barely keep her eyes open.

It’s the first time Y/n brought Dan to the house, letting him stop by to watch a film after his shift. It’s a little something he’s wanted to do for a while, and after many coffee dates and many pleads from Dan, she finally took the step of being completely alone with him.

Gabby decided to go to a friends house and insisted they take their time together. It started off wonderfully; a bottle of red wine, a box of chocolates, and a bag of popcorn while they watched Jaws.

It was all wonderful, until Dan decided to make the move.

Dan is on top of her, lips connecting to hers in a lustful motion. It isn’t that Y/n doesn’t want to be in this position, but more of her being hesitant to do so. She hasn’t kissed anybody since Harry, and although Dan is one of the nicest people she’s ever met, she can’t find it within herself to keep moving any more forward.

And everything about it feels wrong.

Between all the touching, all the kissing, all the feelings within her, she can’t stop thinking about Harry. She can’t stop thinking about how much she misses him and how much she wants him back. She’s still in love with him, so much so that doing this with someone else makes her feel dirty—makes her feel like she’s betraying him.

And it’s all too much, because no matter how hard she closes her eyes, no matter how hard she tries to feel him, he’s not there, and she can’t help but seem to think that he never will be—not anymore.

“No, no, stop.” She whimpers, shaking her head in an attempt to reject Dan’s restless lips.

He doesn’t stop, however, too engaged in the moment to really understand the words stuttering from her mouth. He continues kissing her, instead, moving down to her collarbones.

At this point, Y/n starts to hyperventilate. Between the sobs daring to escape her chest and the lack of air from her previous activities, everything is straining against her. She doesn’t fully understand how she was able to get this far without it being with Harry.

“Stop!”

Her arms push Dan off of her until she’s alone on the couch as he’s panting on the floor. She can’t breathe. Her chest is tightening and her cries are so harsh that her lungs are collapsing inside of her.

She reaches her hands up to the roots of her hair, pulling back on them as she tries to gather all the oxygen she can. At this point, her head feels light and her sight is completely blurred by the tears flowing out of them—ones that she doesn’t even try to stop.

“I’m s—so sor—ry.” She hiccups, her head falling to her hands.

Dan gulps as he tentatively stands from his spot on the floor, his hands up in front of him as if in a panic—trying desperately to figure out how to fix the mess being made in front of him.

He looks around the room, as if in search for something to guide him through this situation, but there’s nothing. All the room occupies is a broken woman, sobbing breathlessly on a couch in front of him, muttering incoherent phrases under her breath.

“Okay,” he huffs out, nodding his head to himself, “It’s okay, yeah? You’re okay?”

He occupies the empty spot next to her, hesitantly wrapping an arm around her shoulders in an attempt to comfort her. In all honesty, Dan is complete shit at helping people during emotional breakdowns, and considering this one had happened so suddenly, he had absolutely no warning that he would be put in this position.

Y/n feels bad, she does, considering Dan doesn’t deserve the treatment she’s given him and surely doesn’t deserve what was once an innocent date to end up a complete disaster. But she can’t help it, and she can’t stop now, no matter how hard she tries.

“It’s Harry, isn’t it?”

His voice is nothing but a whisper, and the words that spoke out from his lips nearly brings every movement in Y/n’s body to a halt. She never told him that it was Harry who broke her heart, and to be honest, she doesn’t even find the strength within her to begin to question how he even knows of Harry—especially his relationship with her.

Of course, their relationship has been publicized for years, but Dan is a very closed-off type of person. He’s not much into music, either—another part of him that differs so drastically from Harry—and spends a majority of his time working or spending time outside rather than succumbing himself in social media.

He looks down at the rose ring wrapped around his pointer finger, twirling it around with the hand that was once wrapped around Y/n’s shoulders.

He knew the moment he saw Harry’s reaction that this ring very much belonged to him. He wasn’t quite sure why she sacrificed it so mindlessly—why it seemed to have no story behind it. But between everything Gabby’s told him and everything he’s gathered from her previous relationship, she wanted nothing more than to get rid of every reminder she had of him.

He doesn’t feel worthy enough for it, though. If Y/n and Harry don’t find their way back to each other, he feels she should at least give it to somebody that she loves, not somebody she needs to help her get over her heartbreak.

He slides it off his finger, placing it gently on the palm of his hand before closing his fingers into a fist.

“We can’t keep doing this, Y/n. Not if you can’t talk to me.” He mutters softly, “Not if you’re still in love with him, we’ll be getting nowhere.”

This makes her cry harder. She still doesn’t have the audacity to look up at him, no, how could she? After everything she’s done?

This is why she always ends up alone. No matter how in love she is, no matter how much effort she puts into a relationship, they always end up leaving her. It’s happened long before Harry, and she was so convinced he’d stay when he came around. She was so dead set on him being her forever, but the same thing happened again. He left, just like everyone else.

And now, Dan is leaving her, and although she can’t exactly blame him for doing so, it’s another wound to her heart—it’s another pain in her chest that only seems to increase with pain.

He sighs sadly at the sight in front of him, upset with himself that he’s probably a partial reason for her soul-shaking sobs and lack of air, but he has no other choice. If he stays with her, he’d be forcing her to love someone she doesn’t. He has to let her go if it means to possibly make amends with her happiness again.

He takes one of her shaking hands away from her face and bringing it towards his lap, spreading her fingers away from her palm so that he can set the ring softly against it.

She sobs at the sight, bringing her opposite hand to her mouth as she tries to quiet herself down.

“This was Harry’s, it always was. This belongs to you, Y/n, not me.”

She nods, trying her best to smile at him as a form of appreciation, but it fails miserably. He understands, though, that she cares, and doesn’t ask her any questions.

“I’ll let Gabby know to come home now, okay?”

He kisses the top of her head, the way he always does, before removing himself from the couch and toward the front door.

“Take care of yourself, Y/n. I mean it.”

And then, he’s gone, leaving Y/n alone in an empty house and her haunting thoughts. She feels the world is closing in on her, only giving her a restricted amount of air and a limited amount of light to see what’s in front of her.

She’s alone—she’s left by herself in a dark room that’s only being illuminated by the television light, where nobody can hear her, where nobody can touch her, where nobody can see her; in a place where she just can’t trust herself.

She’s left alone, as she’s always left, and she just can’t take it anymore.

Her emotions become so strong that her body collapses onto the floor, her head throbbing and throat burning from all the tears and cries. She can’t breathe, her lungs failing to take in oxygen and her chest is pounding.

It’s so bad that if Gabby doesn’t come home soon, she actually believes she’s going to die. She feels the tug on her heart and feels how hard it is for it to do its job properly—she practically feels it overworking itself.

“Oh, God.”

Gabby finds her on the floor, making her immediately drop her purse and run to her collapsed body. Y/n is a withering mess underneath her, completely drenched in sweat as violent sobs erupt from her body.

She’s quick to sit her up properly onto the floor before lifting her back onto the couch, running a comforting hand down the side of her neck as she begins to shush her down to a calm state. However, her attempt falters when Y/n shakes her head to remove Gabby’s touch from her neck.

“I can’t—I can’t—“

She tries to find words to explain what’s happening to her right now. Between the pain in her body and the feeling in her head, her brain is scrambling with so many fearful thoughts that the only thing she can truly comprehend is being saved from this horrifying feeling.

“Hospital.”

Gabby is taken aback when she says it, completely astonished by just how serious this all is. She realizes this isn’t a situation that she can fix on her own, and it makes her feel like such a bad friend that she can’t give her what she needs.

Tears fall from her eyes in panic, well aware that her friend is undergoing something far worse than a mental breakdown, but also knows that the hospital won’t be able to help her.

Only Harry can.

“Let me call for help, okay?“ She asks softly. “I’m gonna send help.”

When Harry sees Gabby’s contact light up his phone, something inside of him instantly fills with worry. He knows, without a doubt, that Gabby hates him more than anybody ever since what happened. And knowing her so well, she would never reach out to him, especially when her negative feelings toward him were so strong, unless it’s serious.

“Gabby?”

“You have to do something, Harry.” She cries through the phone, peaking over her shoulder to look over Y/n from her location in the kitchen.

She’s still a mess, holding her hand over her heart as if it were going to mend the pain. Her head is thrown over the back of the couch, her other hand running over her face continuously. Her sobs haven’t settled, only seeming to increase with panic over the unfamiliar reaction occurring over her body.

“She thinks you don’t want her and—Harry she thinks she’s dying. Her heart is so broken. She keeps saying her heart is going to fail her and I don’t—I don’t know what to do. I don’t think there’s anything I can do. She—she was trying so hard. Harry, please, you have to—you have to—“

Harry leans on his elbows over the kitchen counter, huffing out a shaky breath when he hears both Gabby and Y/n’s cries through the phone. He rubs his hand over his face, doing anything to prevent the tears nearly pooling out from his eyes.

He’d be lying if he said that guilt isn’t eating him alive in this moment. And it’s not that he hasn’t felt any remorse or any guilt since he’d broken Y/n’s heart, but he’s now fully aware that he has to look at the damage he’s done. He’ll have to witness all the pain, all the heartbreak he’s put her through, and nothing makes him feel worse.

“I’ll do anything.” He whimpers. “Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it. I promise, I won’t keep doing this to her, you have to believe me. Just—“ he lets out a broken breath, reaching his hand up to rub his eyes to prevent any tears from escaping, “just tell me what to do.”

Gabby wipes the tears from her cheeks, yet again peering over to watch over Y/n on the couch. To her dismay, there is absolutely no improvement.

“Come here, pick her up, and bring her home. Just talk to her, please. Nothing makes her feel worse than believing you don’t want her anymore. Hell, even if you don’t—I don’t know with you anymore—just give her something. You’re the only one that can fix this.”

He sighs, nodding his head before making his way out of his house without much of a response to her. He’s only concerned for Y/n, and is so focused on getting to her so that he can prove to her that he’s changed—that he’s not the same Harry he was and is going to be there for her for as long as his life lasts, even if she doesn’t allow it.

But it’s upon arrival he realizes how much more serious this is than he thought. She’s completely breaking down, every inch of her shaking and fear written on her face. She’s a complete and utter mess, a completely wrecked version of such a beautiful, unbroken woman who had so much love in her heart and surrounded by so much love in the air.

And even though Harry knows she believes she’s going to die, apart of him believes she’s already dead. The life inside of her has burned out and is now just a product of what once was. The Y/n he always known is long gone—so far gone he almost doesn’t believe it’s her.

He looks at her with the most distraught and sympathetic look Gabby has ever seen. She has never seen so much guilt in somebody before that—no matter how much she hates him—she can’t help but feel sorry for him, too.

“Baby, hey. Hey now, it’s alright.” He whispers, kneeling in front of Y/n’s shaking figure and tentatively reaching for her hair so that he can attempt to calm her down. “I’m here now, I’m right here.”

A pitiful sound leaves her lips when she looks up at him; something between a whine, a sob, and a groan. It’s messy from her throat being raw from all the screaming and cries, and it leaves an indescribable pain that only makes her cries stronger.

She can’t even think properly, everything in her body overworking itself. It’s something she’s never experienced before, and all the fears of it being permanent rush through her veins—leaving her with an overwhelming amount of anxiety.

“She’s having a panic attack.” Harry mumbles to Gabby, making sure to rub gently over the back of Y/n’s neck. Although panic attacks weren’t common for her, whenever she was overwhelmed and stressed, this gesture always seemed calmed her down.

“I don’t know what to do. I can’t drive with her like this I—Gabby, how do I focus with her like this?” He cries, the situation in front of him making his body turn to shambles, “Especially when it’s my fault? How do I—do I keep her here until she’s calm? I don’t—I don’t know—”

Gabby shakes her head, reaching her hand over to graze his tense shoulder. She squeezes the muscle softly, almost as a sort of reassurance.

“She needs home, Harry—” she whispers, “she needs you.

He nods, choking back sobs as he brushes the hair out of Y/n’s face. The skin of her face is red and completely soaked, but this is the first time he’s seen her since the morning in the grocery store, and she’s never looked so beautiful.

“I’m going to take you home with me, Y/n. But I need you to breathe for me, can you do that?” He asks, holding her face delicately between his hands, “Breathe with me.”

Y/n sucks in a deep breath when Harry inhales deeply, attempting to rid all the anxiety and pain settling inside of her. Her inhale is broken between hiccups and cries, but as she keeps eye contact with him as she tries to calm down, a little part of her feels revived.

“It hurts.” She whimpers between sobs, referring to the pain in her chest and the throbbing in her head that just can’t seem to heal.

She watches as Harry’s face scrunches with an agonizing cry, and she knows he’s aware of exactly what she’s talking about. She’s been brokenhearted for so long, she doesn’t even think he’s the least bit shocked when she tells him her heart is hurting.

“I know, baby. I know.” He whispers as he kisses her forehead gently. “Let’s get you home, yeah? Make you feel better?”

And as much as she wants to hate him, or yell at him for everything he’s done to her and make him understand just how much of her life he’s ruined, she genuinely feels like her body is going to collapse at any given moment. She needs him, even if it’s just for right now, she has to just focus on everything happening in the now. Harry’s come back to her and she’s about to go back home.

Because if she doesn’t think about the present moment—Harry holding her, Harry kissing her, Harry about to take the both of them back to their house—she’ll never find a way to fix herself. She’ll be stuck in this anxiety and pain for far too long—so long that it could actually kill her.

So she closes her eyes, only focusing on his touch and his breath fanning over her wet face. She forgets the t-shirt, she forgets all the times he’s ignored her after declaring them to take a break, and she forgets about Jessica. At least for right now, she can focus on all that tomorrow.

She nods, and it’s then Harry notices how much more calm she is. Although she’s still crying and still incapable of speaking much from the aching in her throat, she’s breathing properly again and her once undying sobs have turned into soft whimpers.

He leans in so that he can properly wrap his arms around her, hooking one hand on her back and the other under her knees. There’s no way in hell she’s capable of walking—not like this, and in all honesty, he would much rather hold her now than leave her side for another second.

It’s when Y/n is being held so close to him again that the aching in her chest seems to almost vanish completely. And although there is still a weight on top of her lungs, and still a slight uncomfortableness in her heart, she’s finally able to breathe again.

“I’m gonna make this all better, okay? I promise you, gonna fix you.” He mumbles with his lips against her hairline, making sure to keep rubbing the back of her neck softly.

It’s a promise he intends on keeping—a promise he never plans on breaking again. He could never live with himself if he were to keep putting her through all of this pain. She’s the most undeserving person—he knows that—and he knows she’s too pure to go through all that she’s been through the past couple of months.

The car ride is completely silent, only Y/n’s cries and small sniffles filling the empty space. Although she still isn’t completely calm, she’s improved so much since he first came to pick her up and it is able to keep his mind at ease. At least while he drives.

And he doesn’t miss her hand sneaking over the console to intertwine her fingers with his. He doesn’t expect it but he also doesn’t mind it. If anything, it makes him feel better just as much as it does her.

When they pull up to the driveway of their once shared house, every bit of composure she’s withheld in her body is breaking down by the second. Her strength is wearing thin, and knowing she’ll be reuniting in the house where Y/n and Harry once had everything makes her more afraid than ever.

Harry notices her sudden shift in mood and doesn’t hesitate to unbuckle himself from his seat and walk around the car to where her exhausted figure is sobbing, slumped against the passenger seat. He sighs meekly before unbuckling her, as well, and lifting her against him the way he had before.

“Hey there, s’alright, I’m here. We’ll work this out, but you need to sleep first, yeah? Looking very pale and I know you well enough to see you’ve been lacking sleep.”

Although they both know Y/n isn’t going to respond, she wants to continue listening to him speak. It’s something she hasn’t heard in so long, and she wouldn’t even care if he was talking about the goddamn weather, she just wants to hear him again.

He keeps talking, too, because he notices the effects of his voice on her anxiety and how the muscles in her body relax under his words. He’ll stop at nothing to make sure she’s okay again, even if it means having a one-sided conversation.

“You know how you are, too—grumpy and sensitive when you’re tired. Almost take my head off if you don’t get more than seven hours. Remember that one time at my mum’s Christmas dinner party? Barely slept the night before from wrapping so many gifts that you genuinely got upset with me for not knowing your favorite alcoholic beverage.” He chuckles softly. “Funny lil thing.“

Through the nonstop crying and the frown that hasn’t left Y/n’s lips in what feels like an eternity, the first smile stretches from her lips. It’s the smallest closed mouth smile he’s ever seen, but it’s there, and it’s the most genuine feeling of happiness she’s had in so long.

When Harry unlocks the door, he wastes no time making his way over to their couch. He knows very well that she wouldn’t want to sleep on their bed, considering she’s well aware of what he did with Jessica on that bed and he wants no reason to upset her any further.

He sets her down in front of the couch, petting the top of her head softly before gathering a blanket and a pillow for her to sleep on.

He sets it up like a bed, almost, before turning to leave so that she can have her privacy. He doesn’t think she’d want to sleep with him, so he decides to sleep in the guest bedroom since he knows she’d always pick the living room couch over that room.

But before he gets too far, Y/n weakly captures his fingers in hers, pulling him back towards her.

His head snaps down to her finger, noticing the rose ring being worn beautifully on her middle finger. He almost chokes when he sees it on her, eyes wide and lips slightly parted in half confusion and half in awe.

“Please,” she whimpers, “stay.”

He snaps out of his trance at her words, slowly nodding his head as a small “of course” falls from his lips.

He lays comfortably on the couch, looking up at her when he finds a position where she can lay beside him.

“If you want you can take the—alright” he huffs.

His eyes narrow as he watches her lay on top of him—fully on top of him; her cheek nesting right where his shoulder meets his neck as her arms slither around his sides until her hands meet under his back. Her legs tangle perfectly in between his, and in any other circumstance, this probably wouldn’t have been an ideal sleeping position for the either of them. But Y/n is exhausted, both physically and mentally, and she feels this is the only position she can sleep.

Harry doesn’t mind, and easily ignores the subtle uncomfortableness in his back as he wraps his arms securely around her frame.

Although Y/n is already fast asleep on top of it, he’s unsure how he can close his eyes for longer than a blink. This could be the last chance he has to be with her in this way. He’s unsure what tomorrow holds for the both of them and their relationship—it could end entirely or create an entirely new beginning.

With the possibilities almost endless against their favor, he doesn’t want to miss a second of what could be the last of her in his life. So, he embraces the feeling of her tight hold, the little puddle of drool on the shoulder of his t-shirt, and the tickle on his chin from her loose strands of hair, because this could be the last time he feels all of that.

But he also can’t help but feel that small bit of hope still latching onto him. That somewhere—deep down—he knows they belong to each other for the rest of their lives. And that, maybe, if the universe decides that their relationship should end tomorrow, he knows destiny will find a way for the both of them again.

So, he holds her a little tighter, breathes her in a little harsher, and soaks up all the extra warmth in her body, and prays that everything will be okay.

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Let’s Christmas! 🎄☃️

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Warnings: smut

A/N: Request from @lokisgirl5. There is something about having sex in a library. Don’t blame me. Seems like I got a little carried away. ;-)

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Dating Bucky (Pre Winter-Solider) would include

Originally posted by complete-fandom-trashhh

·         Being called ‘Doll’ ‘Love’ ‘Babe’ and all the pet names under the sun.

·         Him holding you so tightly the night before he is being sent off to fight.

·         Him whispering sweet nothings in your ear when you go dancing.

·         You being his motivation to come back safely.

“You better come back”

“I have a damn good reason to come home doll. You”

·         You becoming one of Steve’s best friends and helping him with women.

·         Bucky gets CRAZY jealous, especially when you go out to army events with him.

“Buck, as attractive as you are when you’re jealous, you might wanna let go of that cup before you crush it.”

·         Bucky cannot keep his hands to himself. He ALWAYS is touching you somehow.

·         ROUGH FAST SEX. He isn’t the most innocent of men. He loves being in control.

·         But when you make love, it is the most amazing thing ever. Slow, passionate and meaning. He knows your body like no one else and he knows ALL you sweet spots.

·         You not wanting to let go when he has to leave and you make him promise to stay safe

·         Having Steve turn up to your house to tell you that Bucky is gone.

·         Not coming out of your house for weeks after, you didn’t know life without Bucky and you sure as hell didn’t want to.

·         Wearing his dog tags until your death bed.

Everything's a Show For You

A/N: Loki is tired of constantly being shadowed by Thor, so he decides to show you just how good he is.

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Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, kissing, grinding, oral (both reviving), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, vaginal Sex, dirty talk.

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You have five seconds. Five seconds and then you need to walk out of here and smile and laugh like nothing is wrong. Five seconds alone in this bathroom stall.

Five seconds.

One.
They kissed. Play it over and over again in your head. The edge of the window obscured only what you could fill in anyway. They kissed, and that’s the end of it. No last-ditch attempts, no alternate endings. He is in love with her, and he kissed her, not you. You watched from the sidelines, just like you always do. You thought you were in the game but you’ve been benched all season, playing holograms and recordings and pictographs of memories.
For this second, embrace that rawness. He kissed her and it hurts because she isn’t you.

Two.

I know you want to argue, that you’re doing it right now. You’re making excuses and adding in ‘but what ifs.’ After all, you didn’t actually see it. Maybe your eyes played tricks on you. Maybe it wasn’t what you saw.
You want to say, but what about two days ago? What about the things he said, the way he looked at me? At just me.
It doesn’t matter what he says. It doesn’t matter how you think he felt. It doesn’t matter who you think he wants, it matters who he’s with.
And he is with her. Not you.

Three.

You were wrong about everything. Admit it. Own up to your dreams that got in the way of reality, acknowledge the danger of overanalysis. He makes you feel like home, but if he’s home, why does it feel like he just scraped out your insides?
And not for the first time. You feel hollow–cling to this. Maybe he is where your heart is, maybe he is your heart. Maybe he is everything to you, but you’re not to him. If you were, he wouldn’t have kissed her.

Four.

Remember all those things, one last time. After this, they are gone. They have to be gone. It’s the only way you’re going to survive. Remember the first time you met him and you knew you were going to fall in love with him and you knew it was going to break your heart. You always saw this coming. Deep down, you’ve just been waiting for the blow to fall.

Five.


I don’t know if you’re going to love anyone else. I don’t know if distance will finally solve what proximity cannot touch. I don’t know if you’re ever gonna really forget how much this hurts.
But one day, it will stop hurting. I promise

Look in the mirror, take a deep breath, and smile.
You are beautiful, you are brave. You love without regard for the consequences, and that is one of the best things about you.
You have amazing friends and a whole summer with them ahead of you.
Don’t miss out on that because you’re sad about him.
You are going to live through this, and you’re going to be better.

Walk out of here and don’t let them see those five seconds. Life’s too short to get all weak-kneed over some fuckboy who doesn’t care.

—  “Five Seconds in a Bathroom Stall”
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(☉‿☉✿) I know y’all have been craving some Viktuuri fics, even more so since it’s already ended and we have to wait for season 2. So what better way to pass time than to read some good ol’ fanfics. Here’s a list for you guys. ENJOY   (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧


From the moon by ButterBeerBitch

Victor Nikiforov, the living legend, winner of five consecutive World Championships and five straight Grand Prix Finals - was in Yuuri’s bed. Yuuri’s bumpy, squeaky bed, with the Pokémon stickers peeling off the frame and the unwashed sheets.
“Smells like you,” Victor mumbled, careful and coy.

Yuuri was on the verge of passing out.

-

Or that one time Victor finds out why Yuuri has never let him inside his bedroom because….well, we all know why…


Things we’re all too young to know by incode

Victor miscalculates a date.


Family Arrangements by xshiroi_aki

“It’s like watching a kid, his parents, and his grandparents.”

Her marriage status aside, it kind of made sense.

That was an arrangement she could work with.


In your area by Suzariah

“Hot Russian singles are in your area.”

Yuuri probably wishes he had adblock. Victor is amused.


Get me to the Church on time by InsomniacArrest

Stories of various characters on the day of Victor and Yuuri’s wedding.

Everyone on the big day as Victor and Yuuri prepare to get hitched.


Disaster by LFMH021

“I know that one way or another, Viktor will marry you anyway. I will be your best man right so–” Phichit stated.

Chris raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me? I’m pretty sure I am the best man in their wedding.”

Yurio frowned and crossed his arms. “I was the one who suffered when these two were still pining each other. I think I deserve to be with them at the altar at the very least.”

Yuuri and Viktor glanced at each other, torn.

Yuuri didn’t really expect that Viktor’s statement about their engagement and [if] marriage would bring disaster and chaos into their night right before the Grand Prix Final’s Short Program.


Habit by LFMH021

Yuuri has developed a habit. Before competitions, whenever he wants to concentrate and exercise at the same time, he faces the wall, braces his forearms on it and then wiggle his hips while trying to recite over and over again his routine.

With earphones in and eyes shut, he doesn’t see the way others stare at him. Viktor does, though, and try to bring their attentions away. Phichit and Chris are little shits, as usual.


Amateur or Expert? Watermellonsmellinfellon

“The instructor at the local ice rink was cute. Cute with his glasses on and downright sexy with them off. And Victor just really wanted to spend some alone time with him, but there seemed to be no free time in the other’s schedule. Which left Victor considering other methods.”

In which Victor pretends he isn’t a figure skating genius all so he could talk to Yuuri.


Next time he’ll ask by Kaylin and Kira (Saphie)

Yuuri gets experimental and tries out something new in bed – calling Viktor “daddy” – but because of Viktor’s insecurities about aging, things go unexpectedly (and absurdly) wrong. [Not a daddy!kink fic so much as a humorous subversion.]


Passive-Aggressive by JapaneseAnimeFreak16

Chris has seen many strange things in his life, but he’s never seen this.

“Victor…why are you eating cereal with a spatula?”


Love Like You by LFMH021

“Viktor, it’s your turn to throw the garbage, right?”

“Nope~ Can’t remember such an agreement~” Viktor sing-sang, tiptoeing back to their bedroom.

“Yuuri, did you eat my pint of ice cream while I was out?”

“H-Huh? No way!” Yuuri spluttered with a speck of chocolate on the corner of his lips.

With each other and Makkachin by their sides on their own cozy home with framed (stolen, random and wedding) photographs occupying most of the wall, Viktor and Yuuri couldn’t ask for more.

[Basically, just a domestic Viktuuri fluff wherein Episode 11 was resolved, both of them retired but they both applied as coaches [with Yuuri as skating tutor for kids], they got married and were now living happily in their own home with Makkachin in Spain. Alternating POVs.]


Liar Liar Pants on Fire by shingeki_no_llama

Yuuri’s (not-so-secret) secret gay crush on Victor is discovered after Victor storms into his room unannounced! How will his idol and newfound coach react?

Hint: he will be very touched *wink*


Of Onsen-Holly Water by Moe_Bear

So, here’s the deal: in order to achieve such perfection, one must obligatory have contracted with Satan himself. There is no other explanation. Yuri Plisetsky is damn sure about it.


All the Times Yuuri ran from Viktor, and the One Time He Didn’t by Reisil

Or, the five times Yuuri ran from Viktor, and the time that Viktor held on.
In which Yuuri finds that he is constantly running from Viktor, until Viktor decides he’s had enough.


Just Date Me Already by Ame (Ulan)

Victor has never wanted anything more in his life.

“Yuuri, go out with me.”

“Eeh?”


let him know by mutation

Victor returns to Hasetsu alone. When he arrives at the Katsuki household, someone is waiting for him.


remembrance by doubletan

Victor remembers the confusion, hurt and rejection when he finds the empty hotel room that had once been occupied by an individual bearing the name of Katsuki Yuri hours ago, and said individual was now en route to Japan. He remembers sinking to the carpeted floor in his pajamas before returning to his own room to curl up in his comforter. He remembers Yakov coming over to help him pack with pity evident in his eyes when the check out time had long past and Victor was nowhere to be found. And all Victor could do was lie immobile on the bed with tears he thought would never end. He remembered lecturing his own self mentally, that it was ridiculous to act this way for someone you had only met once, but yet, he could not deny the fact that last night was the first time Victor had felt honestly living, relieved from the burdens and expectations as a renowned and international ice skater. Being with Yuri had felt absolutely right.

or a fic of how a heartbroken Victor had fared since that banquet and how he finally won Yuri’s heart


Looking for A Clue by rosenlight

It takes one touch and Yuuri’s head goes haywire.


Take My Hand - Take My Whole Life Too by shingeki_no_llama

Victor Nikiforov thinks he knows just who has their thoughts scrawled so carelessly on the back of his hand. He can only pray he is right.

———
Soulmate AU where the thoughts of your soulmate inscribe themselves on your skin in a temporary ever-changing tattoo


Ask Me by MarginalMadness

Sometimes life doesn’t work out the way you want it to. Especially when you give someone else the power to break your heart.


stay by my side by paranoid_fridge

“Finally!” somebody shouts and Yuuri jumps. Russian Yuri stomps toward him, expression dark. “He’s on his third round of that.” Yuri jerks a thumb to the rink behind his back. “Make him stop before he hurts himself.”

Aka Yuuri says “let’s end this”, Viktor turns to melodramatic skating, they get to cry and kiss (in that order) and all is well in the end.


Masks off by emulikule

And so the story goes that a playboy comes to a town, makes it fall in love with him and then proceeds to get himself enticed by the most mysterious person there.

Wait… did it really go like that?


Stress Is Bad by MEIXIU

“I can’t handle this. Stress is bad for the baby.” Yuuri deadpans.
If everyone were drinking something, they would have spat out their drinks in surprise.


An Examination of Stamina by Viktor Nikiforov by Anonymous_Ostrich

“Viktor…” Yuuri’s voice was low and gravelly, his teeth grazing the bend of Viktor’s neck, “Is it really okay to keep going?” His cock stirred inside of Viktor, still rock hard, still eager. The feeling of Yuuri’s semen trickling slowly out of his stretched hole made Viktor shiver, and he grabbed Yuuri’s chin in his hand, yanking his face up so that their eyes could meet.

“I’ll say this once, Yuuri. Give me everything you’ve got. Don’t stop even if I beg for you to.”


Accidentally Seductive  by braveten

Yuuri Katsuki is a walking contradiction.

(And it’s driving Viktor mad.)


Out For A Walk by Cinnamean

Yuri goes out with Yakov to explore town and gets separated from his coach. Walking around town with no money for food, he runs into the two infamous lovebirds.


Darling, Please Don’t Ask Me by HisRedEmpress

Sometimes, letting things left unsaid can be harmful.

But sometimes, only sometimes, there’s just no words needed.


yuri is even more done with everyone than previously believed by thankyouforexisting

There are things Yuri isn’t proud of, regardless of how superior to everyone else he is. Few things, of course, but still there nonetheless, though he loathes exposing them. One of his regrets might be, for example, not reading the summary of Fifty Shades of Grey before his mom mentioned off-handedly, “We should watch it, Yura.” (He can never look at her in the same way again.)

Going out for Victor’s “ exciting stag night” (which is a terrible name for it, as it mostly consisted in him sitting down and watching skaters get progressively drunker as they tried to do jumps off ice on the corner of a busy street, while everyone stared) and allowing himself to be roped into a hopeless bet has just become his newest, most fresh regret.


Unwritten by kaizuka

Soulmates AU where whatever you write on your own skin appears on your soulmate, but when there is a language barrier, meeting becomes just a little more difficult than it should be.


A Safe Place To Fall by uchiuchi

“Can I…?”

Viktor’s voice breaks Yuuri out of his trance and he focuses on Viktor, waiting for the words to come out. But Viktor doesn’t say anything more, eyes flickering between Yuuri’s eyes and mouth, and then his finger stops moving and he pulls it back.

He looks like he has more he wants to say, but doesn’t.


I’m Right Next Door by i_like_my_eggs_benedict

“The first time he heard it, Yuri Plisetsky thought he was imagining it.”


On Our Love by LiaoftheDawn

Everything was so easy and real with Yuuri. Even with the lingering tension and the unspoken inevitability of separation, they somehow managed to fall back into something close to a routine, effortless conversation, easy jabs and quiet smiles and something he wanted to hold on to for the rest of his life. Home.

Or the one where Victor thinks he’s doing the right thing, manages to disappoint all the Yuris in his life, and still everything works out at the end.


victory cheer by SportsAnimeRuinedMyLife (KnightOfRage)

Victor kissed Yuuri. You better believe all of these people have something to say about it.

Or…Mari is exhausted, Minako is confused, Nishigori is supportive, Yakov is annoyed, Yuri is pissed, Phichit is the best friend anyone could ever have and Yuuri just wants to kiss Victor again.


Five Kisses by oh_imintrouble

It hadn’t seemed out of the ordinary at the time. Victor had always been free with his affection; throwing out compliments, light caresses, even the occasional peck to the cheek. After a little over a week of having him as his coach, Yuuri was sure he had gotten used to it. It was just a Westerner thing, no use getting riled up if Victor wasn’t going to be stopping it anytime soon.

Then it happened.

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Victor likes kissing Yuuri and Yuuri is frustratingly dense


rumour has it by lunaetude

Viktor Nikiforov is a genius. He tops the level without having to study and he can perform most spells without his wand. He was the second-ever first-year Seeker in the school, and the first Slytherin one at that. He’s a Parselmouth and he’s tamed the other basilisk hidden in the school’s plumbing. He has washboard abs and really defined hipbones. He’s the only son in a long line of pureblood Slytherins and he’s half-Veela and he can speak Mermish and he was born as Voldemort’s secret daughter which is why he’s prettier than half of the girls in school and—

‘Where do you even get all these?’ Viktor asks, eyebrows drawn together in bemusement. ‘I’m not even a pureblood, I’m Muggleborn.’


Dance Along by feelslikefire

Five Times Victor Kissed Yuuri, and One Time Yuuri Kissed Victor


Hold Onto Me by novocaine_sea

“Let’s end this.” Yuuri said, but it was the last thing he meant.

That was the last thing he wanted to say.


True Eros by Nerd_Queen

Viktor can’t sleep. Thats when he hears it.

A groan


the history books are made for us by d10smessi 

Victor thinks, I’ll never love someone this way again.

or: Victor Nikiforov, on loving Katsuki Yuuri.


a kingdom, or this by perennials 

The problem is, Yuuri sees Viktor’s face light up at every performance except his own.

The problem is, Yuuri takes off his glasses when he skates.

The problem is, Yuuri doesn’t see.


Addicted (to the taste of you) by smudgesofink

It’s mortifying. Of course it’s mortifying.

But even with his hands restless by his sides and his stomach buzzing with butterflies and adrenaline and nerves, Yuuri finds that he oddly doesn’t mind the attention. Or rather, Yuuri can’t bring himself to care, for once. He’s exhausted to the bone from his performance, eyes slow and limbs heavy from running on little to no sleep for more than 24 hours now, not to mention kind of emotionally drained from his mental breakdown earlier.

If anything, Yuuri kind of wants Victor to kiss him again. Preferably right now.

At once.

Immediately.

(It’s turning into a problem.)


Five Times Viktor and Yuuri Were Jealous of Makkachin (and the one time they weren’t) by braveten

“Viktor will do whatever is necessary in order to never see Yuuri cry again. He’d walk miles across broken glass. He’d relinquish all of his gold medals to JJ Leroy. He’d let Phichit hack his Instagram account.”


Viktor and Yuuri are jealous of Makkachin on multiple occasions, but the adorable brown poodle might be the only way to get them to realize their love for one another.


constellations of me and you by theargonaut

He can’t look away from Viktor, even when he turns and catches him staring. Truth be told, he can never look away from Viktor. Not even in the beginning; surely, not in any dimension or attic of spacetime, could Katsuki Yuuri have ever looked away from Viktor Nikiforov. And when Viktor looks back at him, smiling, it’s all that matters to him.


Question and Answer by chellethewriter

Viktor is growing old, and his competitors seem to be growing younger and younger. Thus, with every passing year, Viktor finds fewer familiar faces at his Grand Prix banquets, and he wonders whether his attendance has become pointless. What he doesn’t realize, however, is that one unfamiliar, alcohol-reddened face can make the whole night more than worthwhile.


(A canon-compliant retelling of the banquet in which Viktor falls head-over-heels for a certain drunk, Japanese figure skater, and Yuri Plisetsky is both displeased and incredulous).


Pretty For Me by blushunder

A month and a half into becoming more than just skater and coach, Viktor is struck by a realization while Yuuri tries on his old costumes.


Nighttime Sparklers by brumalbreeze

“If anyone should feel lucky, shouldn’t it be me?” Yuuri murmured. “I mean, you’re the Viktor Nikiforov, after all. You could have anyone you want….”

Viktor let his breath fan evenly over Yuuri’s neck as he listened to his words. Though he couldn’t see it, he could imagine Yuuri’s knit brows and small frown. He tightened his grip around Yuuri’s waist and thought about what had happened earlier in the day. This was a different scenario, but Yuuri was feeling anxious and unsure again, and he needed comforting. Viktor didn’t want to mess up this time. He wanted to do things right.


i know my madness by astoryaboutwar

It’s hardly a secret that Victor Nikiforov is a massive player.

(In which Yuuri doesn’t blow the Grand Prix Finals the first time round, does blow Victor, and everything changes but ends up the same.)


– updated version below this  (✿◠‿◠)–


I want to stay close to you by Cloud111

Yuuri swallowed, letting his head turn back to the legend sprawled out on his bed. To the first person to reach out for him after he’d pushed them away. To the man that had taught him to love himself and taught him to want things because he could get them if only he tried.

“I want… you.”


Yuuri!!! On Pole by Noble_Nook

Viktor Nikiforov is an accomplished, world famous dancer-turned-choreographer who has struck out to rekindle a spark he seems to be missing after so many years on and off the stage, only to soon find it wrapped around a stripper pole in Japan.


Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by Reiya

‘…Of all the rivalries in the world of sports over the years, perhaps none has become so legendary as that of Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov and his rival, Japanese Yuuri Katsuki…’

A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries.

Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be.


On My Love by RikoJasmine

For the second time, the Sochi Grand Prix Finals arrive, and with it a reborn Yuuri Katsuki. “Viktor,” Yuuri thinks over the pounding of his heart, the crowd going silent as the music begins. “I’ll show the world what you meant to me.”

Yuuri often thinks of his life as Before and After Viktor Nikiforov, the marking point being the day Viktor swept into his life and turned his world upside-down. After many years together, an accident leads to Yuuri suddenly waking up in the Before—back in Detroit, before the GPF, before he ever knew Viktor as anything other than his childhood idol.

As if it had all been just a dream.


I Wanted To Check by insatiablerealist

Yuuri is an artist, Viktor is a ballet teacher, and they find themselves sharing an apartment in Barcelona. The only problem is they speak two different languages, but despite that, they fall in love.

Love Actually AU based on the Colin Firth/language barrier storyline, you don’t need to know the movie to get the story. The setting etc is all changed but the plot is mostly the same.


you’re like heaven to touch by lazulisong

“Is this because I let you watch American movies as a child,” says Yakov flatly. “The ones where the popular boy gives his coat to the pretty girl?”

Victor puts up both eyebrows in a delicately mocking gesture that was unbearable when he was a fey creature of sixteen and makes Yakov yearn to clip him around the ears now, when he’s twenty-eight. “'Let’ me?” he says.


5 Lessons on Sexuality Victor Taught Yuuri (+1 Lesson Yuuri Taught Victor) by angel_kink

Whether Victor realized it or not, he taught Yuuri many valuable things about sexuality. But Yuuri had a lesson for Victor as well.


Move Close by SigmundFreud

Now fully awake Victor could feel his morning wood pressing against his lover’s ass. Damn. He wondered if Yuuri would be upset if he woke the student up for a short love making session before work and school.


the distance between our fingers by awkwardedgeworth

If Otabek were a bystander, he would see Victor Nikiforov being a ruthless coach, raising his voice at Yuri’s less than stellar free leg, It’s a normal occurrence, the older retired skater pointing out areas Yuri can work on.

But Otabek is not a bystander, and he sees the glint of a golden ring from Victor’s right hand, slipped around his ring finger like a reminder.

A reminder that Victor, estranged with nowhere else to go, was picked up by Yuri and Yakov to go back to Russia so he can have a semblance of a life back.

A life without Yuuri Katsuki.


I see the universe in your eyes by fangirlandiknowit

Before Yuuri realizes what’s happening, he’s been kissed by Viktor Nikiforov.

It’s a small kiss, but Viktor’s lips are soft and dry, brushing over his slow enough that he can feel the tingle of it for minutes afterwards.

It was a kiss, and-

If Yuuri wins, he can ask for another.

Maybe more than one, even.

(Maybe he’ll ask for as many kisses as there are stars in the universe.)



The Grass is Dead by ztellar

It had been two days since the house next door had been moved into, and today, Saturday, it seemed that whoever was going to live there had finally moved in themself. It was all anyone in the neighborhood would talk about, Morooka had even stopped by for a surprise visit so that he, Phichit, and Yuuri could watch their new neighbor from Yuuri’s kitchen window.


The only cue of someone even living in the house was the chitter of a sprinkler in both the front and back lawn.


“He’s got a pretty nice looking car, from here,” Morooka commented.


“Yeah but who has a nice car and moves into a shady house?” Phichit retorted, his question seemingly rhetorical. After a beat of silence he made a tch sound and cocked a hip, “Only pimps or rich kids running from their super sad and oppressive lives, that’s who.”


An Alternate Payment Scheme by exclamation

Yuri and Victor never did discuss what Victor’s coaching fees would be. When Yuri brings the subject up again, Victor has some interesting ideas.



Hell No by LoveActually_rps

Would you tell anyone when you accidentally learn that the person you adore the most and the person you hate the most are actually soulmates? Hell no! [– a novel by Yuri Plisetsky]


Buy 1, Get 50% Off by ayyyywhatsup

Yuuri is just a 21 yr old college student who is trying to win at life. When he gets into an argument with his roommate, Phichit, he rushes out of the apartment to make amends. The only shop he can afford is a dainty flower store in the busy city of Detroit.

Flower shop! AU


Then you should have put a ring on it by ObsidianAbyss

Recently, it’s become a trend for students to exchange rings with their significant others. Although Yuuri is very much single and uninterested, he wears a pretty ring that mostly goes unnoticed by his peers.
That is until Victor Nikiforov starts wearing an exact copy of Yuuri’s ring and flaunts it around.

Loosely based on Only the Ring Finger knows


He Did More Than Drink Till Dawn by TrashBambi (orewakei)

Viktor had spent so many nights fantasising about the Japanese man, remembering the way he’d ground against him as he begged Viktor to be his coach. 


Anything Could Happen by Creepikat

After two years Viktor and Yuuri finally get married. They rent a Hotel near Detroit, in a beautiful and snowy place. Everyone’s here. The future husbands are idiots. Phichit is a best man. Christophe too. And somehow he’s even more dashing than usual. This is gonna be a merry mess. 


To Savior by Kaishiru

“Today is all about you,” Yuuri breathed, fingers fanning out over the obvious bulge in his lover’s trousers.

In which Yuuri makes Viktor’s birthday a day he will never forget.


Mille-Feuille by hanakoto

“You-you were talking dirty, weren’t you?”

“Wow, Yuuri! How can you tell? I could be talking about eating chicken soup and you wouldn’t even know.”

Yuuri discovers that Victor is fluent in French.


Better Romance by EttaMills

Yuuri was no playboy, but he did, to people’s shock, have romantic experience before Viktor. However, it was no love story and bad memories tend to reopen old wounds.


Luckily, Viktor is more than h
appy to not only patch up those wounds, but rub a little salt in the person that caused them. 


Clap Back by EttaMills

A few months after the embarrassing Instagram incident, Yuuri had foolishly thought there would be no consequences.


However, certain hockey players learn that you can’t go after Ice Skating’s number one katsudon without dealing with the squad.


a certain playboy by fan_nerd

@v-nikiforov - The handsome playboy has returned to town. Please pay special attention to my Free Skate tomorrow. ♥♥♥

There’s no way that Victor, Yuuri’s childhood idol, could be calling Yuuri a handsome playboy, just because they’d met eyes at two skating events. Besides, a total stranger had given Yuuri the tickets. It would be totally absurd.

Yuuri frowns, turning his head on the pillow. Wouldn’t it?


Later Date by triste

“Here’s the thing, see,” Victor breezes. “Yuuri mysteriously misplaced his suppressants, so now he’ll be going into heat. It’s a terrible shame, I know, but I could never leave him to deal with this on his own. I’m his alpha, remember? And his coach. And his fiancé.”

“It’s the middle of the season!” Yakov roars. “Vitya, you can’t just–”

“See you in five days!” Victor says brightly.

Then the line goes dead.

Yakov hurls his phone at the window in impotent rage, and it actually makes a bigger dent than Yurio’s did.

“I wish people would stop doing that,” Georgi sighs.


Break the Cycle by SigmundFreud

Yuuri’s neck was bright red, matching the colors of his cheeks. His eyes were half-lidded with pupils blown wide. He could try to avoid Victor all he wanted, but standing this close to the man made Yuuri lose all rational thought. Victor was like a drug, the strongest drug Yuuri knew, and he could never reject those lips.

College AU where Yuuri is a grad student addicted to fucking his ex, and Victor is secretly suffering from heartbreak.


Russian for Dummies by cutthroatpixie

“Are you a beginner?”

Viktor was not a beginner. Viktor was the TA supposedly in charge of this study session. Viktor spoke Russian. Viktor was Russian.

“Sure!”


Strange Bedfellows by ikemegane

When Yuri’s childhood crush showed up at his door, naked, full of impossible promises, the young skater didn’t even know what to think. When Yuri somehow ends up with said childhood crush in his bed, however, his body does the thinking for him.


santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight by frolickingangels

Yuuri has a sweet, little surprise for the birthday boy.


Consequences of Jetlag by paintstroke

The morning after Yuuri arrives in St. Petersburg he decides that this might be his one chance to wake Viktor up however he wants…

Shameless fluffy smut, PWP.

Japan is 6 hours ahead of St. Petersburg.


We’ll Remember These Nights by Cornflower

“You look just like the poster in my room,” Yuuri slurred, barely holding himself up in Viktor’s arms, “but you have more clothes on.” He giggled. The words hit Viktor hard, and he didn’t know how much more his weak gay heart could handle. He barely even noticed Yakov leaving the room with his head cradled in his hands.

Or in other words, what really went down at the banquet last year, and what that meant for them now.


So that’s it for now! I’ll update this from time to time but here are some of the fics I found  ╰(◡‿◡✿╰)

Remember to give kudos to the authors!

UPDATED!! (January 02, 2017)

((I know that I didn’t really add a lot but I promise I still have some that I’m going to post, I just feel really lazy atm (▰˘◡˘▰) haha whoops. I thought about making the updated fics into a separate post, sort of like a part two but eh, I decided no to. If there are some repeats from the earlier fics I rec’d let me know so that I can edit it out and also, if you want to submit a fic, please do!   ◕‿◕ ))

Shitty knows way too much about housing codes and property law.  He initially learned property law to save the Haus from being condemned, but then he realized that reading archaic, flowery law opinions while high was the most fucking hilarious thing ever.  Everyone at his law school is confused by and a little afraid of Mr. B. Knight, because while no one else wants to touch all those old, mostly nonsensical British common law cases, Shitty eats that shit up

The signs as popular 80′s songs...

Aries: Sweet Child O’ Mine by Guns N’ Roses (1987) - She’s got a smile that it seems to me, reminds me of childhood memories.

Taurus: Jessie’s Girl by Rick Springfield (1981) - But lately something’s changed, it ain’t hard to define. Jessie’s got himself a girl and I want to make her mine.

Gemini: Billie Jean by Michael Jackson (1982) - She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene. I said don’t mind, but what do you mean I am the one?

Cancer: Everybody Wants to Rule the World by Tears for Fears (1985) - Help me make the most, of freedom and of pleasure. Nothing ever lasts forever.

Leo: She Drives Me Crazy by the Fine Young Cannibals (1989) - She drives me crazy like no one else. She drive me crazy, and I can’t help myself.

Virgo: Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper (1984) - If you’re lost you can look and you will find me, time after time.

Libra: Don’t You Forget About Me by Simple Minds (1985) - Don’t you forget about me, I’ll be alone, dancing you know it baby.

Scorpio: Tainted Love by Soft Cell (1981) - Don’t touch me, please, I cannot stand the way you tease. I love you though you hurt me so.

Sagittarius: You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC (1980) - Working double time, on the seduction line. She was one of a kind, she’s just mine, all mine.

Capricorn: Sweet Dreams by the Eurythmics (1983) - I travel the world and the seven seas, everybody’s looking for something.

Aquarius: Jack and Diane by John Mellencamp (1982) - Oh yeah, life goes on, long after the thrill of livin’ is gone.

Pisces: With or Without You by U2 (1987) - Through the storm we reach the shore, you gave it all but I want more.

Quiver: Part Four

Part One // Part Two // Part Three //

                                                 Summary:

You were hired on a new team Tony Stark put together as the Tech support. However, you weren’t expecting to crush on none other than Bucky Barnes.

Notes:

NSFW (18+) Explicit Smut, Cursing, & Fluff!! If this gets to 300, or if there is a large demand for it I’ll continue! Hope you enjoy and FEEDBACK! I love it!!! I promise. It helps me as a writer.

Word Count: 3,811 (whoops, got a little long!)

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Can You Be a Good Boy, Max?

-An alternate view of Episode 8 if Max had gone to get his bear himself


“Little Maxwell?” Pikeman smiled as his two lackeys drug the small boy into their tent.

“Give it up! I want it back and I want it fucking now!” Max yelled, grunting as he was thrown to the ground.

Pikeman walked over to the desk in the far corner of his tent, holding up the mentioned item by the scruff of it torn neck, stuffing falling to the floor.

“Oh this? This is just trash, what could you possibly want with this.”

Max ran for it, jumping to snatch his poor bear from the acne covered freak, but was kicked away mid air. Max slid back on his bottom, wincing in pain as he gripped his stomach.

He wheezed, trying to gain back the air knocked from his lungs. Pikeman approached the younger boy, waving the stuffed animal in front of Max’s face.

“You want this back don’t you?” Max reached up in vain, Pikeman holding it inches from his reach.

Panic started to course through his body as the thought of not getting his bear back.

“Give it back!” He whimpered, arm stretching and quickly retracting to cover his aching chest that protested every movement.

Pikeman squatted so he was eye level with the curled up boy.

“You’ll get it back, but you’ll have to be a good boy, Max.” Pikeman’s mouth stretched into a wicked grin, Snake and Petrol shared the same smile, but Max didn’t care.

He had to get his friend back.

Pikeman lowered the bear closer to Max but still kept it from his reach.

“Can you be a good boy for us, Max?”

Uncertainty shown through his eyes, but the sad state of his bear made his heart drop.

Pikeman could see the boy’s uneasy state and gently grab the bear’s head, tugging lightly at the loose stitching. The head hung sadly on it’s last few threads and Max cried out, jumping up for the bear only to be grabbed by the front of his hoodie.

“Can you be a good boy, Max?”

Max nodded pitifully, tears, that he refused to indulge in,  welling up in his eyes as he stared at his stuffed animal.

“I’ll be good, please.” Max whispered, he casted his eyes to the floor.

“You will get your toy back once you prove it.”

The Wood Scouts shared a laugh, as the boy’s face fell even more, and they knew that this would be very eventful.

“How the fuck am I supposed to get through that?” Max yelled, as he clenched tightly to the sash around his chest. He wanted his hoodie back.

“It’s a simple ropes course, Maxwell. I’m sure you can handle.”

Max turned to protest but saw the bear in Pikeman’s hand.

“Especially with the raised stakes.” The teen added, and Max gulped facing the course again.

He fell, and fell, and fell. Over and over again, and the more he fell the more Pikeman got frustrated.

It had been the fifth time Max had gotten stuck in the rope bridge and fell flat on his back. His body was covered in bruises and his muscles ached.

As he stared up at the ropes hanging above him, he thought of how easily Nikki would climb, not thinking, just trusting where her hands fell. She never second guessed whether or not her feet would slips through the hole of the net, she just climbed.

Pikeman coughed loudly into his fist, Max stood up to face him in time to see him tug harshly on the arm of his bear. The seam split, stuffing falling to the ground as the teddy’s arm was easily ripped off.

Max yelped as if he was physically pained by the bear, but knew there was only one way to get him away from the torturous teen.

Max ran to the start of the ropes course, speeding through the sections he had become familiar with and stopped at the rope bridge. He’d just have to crawl across.

Just like Nikki, don’t think. Do. Fearless like Nikki’ Max thought.

He sped across the bridge, let his hands pull him and not second guessing where his feet fell.

Before he knew it, he sat huffing in front of Pikeman at the finish, fighting to catch his breath.

Max rose to his feet and stared up at the soft toy, then glancing at Pikeman, his eyes silently begging. Pikeman stared at him hard, eyeing him up and down, and hummed as he came to a conclusion.

“You went through a little ropes course, so what? Do you think that’s enough to be rewarded? I don’t think so. You still have more to prove.”

Max frowned, frustration from his constant failing and from the denial of his favorite toy made tears well up, but he refused to let them shed.

He stomped his foot, “How is that any fucking fair you asshole?”

“I suggest you apologize.” Snake spoke up and Max looked to him, the fire revived in his eyes.

“Fuck you and fuck him! Just give me the bear back assholes! It’s not your’s so give it to me!”

“Stop throwing a tantrum!” Pikeman commanded, and Max was one second away from showing the boy what a tantrum really was. But he settled on giving him the finger before he thought of moving on to such drastic measures.

Pikeman rolled his eyes at the bratty behavior, and turned away from him. He stalked off, Max yelling obscenities behind him.

“Petrol!” Pikeman barked, the boy quickly stood at attention, and Max immediately shut his mouth (earning a dark chuckle from Snake) suddenly afraid of what Pikeman would have the other boy do.

“Make him run the course 10 more times. Then we’ll see if he’s ready to apologize.” He didn’t even turn around to speak to him, and Max’s eye went wide as Petrol lead him back to the beginning of the ropes course.

Max was littered with bruises and scratches. Some poorly bandaged by himself with his tattered sash and others were left out to the open after Max had been sent to his tent without food for ruining his uniform. He was gifted a bandage after he slammed his face into a rock wall and Pikeman had so generously gifted him the bright pink bandage that laid across the bridge of his nose. The other scouts laughed at him for the color of the bandage.

“Are you ready to be a good boy, Maxwell?” Max jumped, wrapping his arms around himself, and looked up at the older teen, his large blue doe eyes staring at him uncertainly.

Pikeman squatted down to his height and leaned in close.

“You’ve been training to be an excellent camper, and you were promised a reward when you proved you were a good boy. You’ve made us very proud in the short time you’ve been here, and we were easily able to overcome all that bad behavior. The reward will come if you can do this.”

Max wrapped his arms around tighter and looked at the other two scouts for approval. They grinned at him, giving the small boy a thumbs up as encouragement. Max still looked like a frightened and wounded animal despite the encouraging looks, he could tell in some way this would fall back on him and he’d end up punished once more.

His legs began to shake as he thought of the task before him, but turned back to Pikeman, knowing how much he hated when Max didn’t keep eye contact.

Pikeman stood and offered his hand out to Max who gently took it, he nervously chewed on his thumb as the walked toward the door.

“Posture, Max.” Pikeman reminded without looking to the boy. Max stood up straight, but didn’t stop chewing on his thumb, something that had come to replace holding his teddy bear, who was currently stationed in his troop leader’s tent.

Pikeman took a catalogue that was carried under his arm and passed it too Max.

Before Pikeman could remind Max the plan, which consisted of following the rules of intense eye contact and always smile, (and if push came to shove, stick your foot in the door and demand they buy the popcorn) the door opened to reveal a rather pretty young woman.

She seemed pleased to greet the children, and this eased the anxiety that gripped at Max’s chest.

Max looked to Pikeman who tilted his head to the lady at the door, and Max passed her the catalogue.

‘Bull shit it like Neil. Fight through it like he does, be strong like Neil.’’

“M-my name is M-M-Max and I’m with the W-Wood Scouts, M-ma’am.”

She laughed and bent down to his height, and reached out to gently squeeze his cheek.

Max resisted the urge to flinch, and gave the woman a weak smile, her hand were very warm.

“Well aren’t you just the cutest scout there ever was! How’d you get all them bruises, honey?”

Max looked down and began to shuffle his feet, his thumb had returned to his mouth, and Pikeman began to panic and was going to interject.

“I went on a ropes course.” Max told honestly, like Pikeman had taught him. They spent a whole day on telling the truth after Max had lied about sneaking through the older teen’s tent searching for his reward.

Max never lied again.

“Oh yeah? What else did you do?” Her heart absolutely melted at the nervous scout, he was  clearly upset by having to talk to a stranger and he was just the most sweetest thing she had ever laid her eyes on. She’d have tell everyone at work about the cute scout that visited her.

“I went rock climbing, and swimming, we did archery once, and we went hiking one day.” Max racked his brain, trying to think of what else they had done in the month Max had been stuck with the scouts.

‘Tortured, I was definitely tortured. And beat publicly and humiliated, and they broke me over a stupid teddy bear that they haven’t let me touch or see inweeks.’ Max fought down the voice that had suddenly broke through in his head.

“Oh, how exciting!” She stood up straight after petting Max’s wild curls. (Which Pikeman had tried to tame, and almost shaved off, but that was one fight Max won.)

“You’re selling popcorn? That’s neat. Have you been down this whole street?” She asked, flipping through the pages of the catalogue, finding some eye catching flavors.

Max furrowed his brows as he thought and found himself chewing at his nail.

He looked up at her from under the loose curls that fell on his forehead. Pikeman always said to keep eye contact.

“N-no ma’am. You’re my first customer.” He flinched when she gasped, he wondered if he had said something wrong and if Pikeman would be upset. What if he was sent to bed without dinner again? Or made to do chores, or have to sleep outside in his sleeping bag again?

What if Pikeman struck him again?

The right side of his face tingled at the thought.

He hadn’t called any of the Wood Scouts a name after that incident, even when he really wanted to. Even Snake had felt bad for him.

“Well, how about I make myself a memorable first customer! I’ll buy three big bags of this caramel corn!”

Max smiled up at her, eyes wide as he thought of how proud Pikeman would be.

Max turned to look at him, hoping to see some sense of happiness behind the stern yellow eyes, but his smile quickly fell when he met Pikeman’s gaze.

Pikeman was studying him up and down, trying to solve an equation very much invisible to Max.

The lady offered Max the catalogue as she went off to fetch her check book.

Max clutched the paper to his chest tightly, and began to shake under Pikeman’s intense gaze. Max’s eyes darted around as if someone was going to jump out of nowhere, but he stayed put because his leader hadn’t told him it was time to leave yet.

The lady returned to the door and offered Max the check, which he accepted with a quick nod.

“Thank you for the popcorn dear! Have a good time at camp okay?” She gently shut the door, and Max turned to stand in front of Pikeman who wordlessly offered his hand.

Max kept his eyes downcast as they trudged back to the bushes where Petrol and Snake had hidden themselves.

Pikeman had a tight grip on Max’s hand, and the smaller boy couldn’t help but whimper in pain as the tight grip continued to grow.

The acne ridden teen didn’t offer an apology, only loosened his grip upon hearing the noise Max had made.

The others stood at attention once Pikeman and Max rounded the corner into the thick brush.

“How’d it go?” Snake asked, taking the papers from Max’s hand. He gasped letting Petrol stare at the check.

Petrol gave him a thumbs up, and Snake patted his shoulder. Max felt his chest swell with hope at his reward.

“This is amazing! This is more than we’d sell in a month.”

Max tilted his head in confusion,”But it’s only three ba-”

“Don’t talk back, Maxwell.” Pikeman chided, eyes staring at nothing as he lost himself back in thought.

Max stood up straight and kept his eyes downcast, when did he come so used to this routine? The routine of hiding himself.

“Let’s go back to headquarters, I think we need to rethink our entire plan.”

“You’re crazy!” Snake gasped, staring at the paper in front of them.

Max wasn’t allowed to sit at the table with the high ranking scouts, so he sat next to Pikeman’s chair, picking at grass that had tried to sprout under the Meeting Tent.

“I would have said the same thing myself; however, Maxwell proved me wrong.”

Max looked up when he heard his name mentioned, and was met with a cold hand brushing back- no, petting his hair, as if Max was his pet. Pikeman seemed proud of him, and a Max began to feel his own pride flow inside him.

“So your lap dog has finally done something right?” Another troop leader laughed, and Pikeman scoffed at the name. Max frowned, keeping the snide comments he would have loved to make to himself.

“Maxwell will you please stand on the chair.” Pikeman stood up and pushed the chair back to give Max room to climb on.

Max could feel the whole room’s eyes settle on him and he chewed on his thumb, fighting the red color that overcame his cheeks, and was trying his best not to slouch. They always teased when Pikeman corrected him on something as simple as slouching.

“Max is small and very thin. He’s shy,” He gestured to the blush that settled on his cheeks, and easily wrapped his thumb and middle finger so they touched around Max’s upper arm.

“He fidgets nervously and is the youngest of the Sleepy Peak troop. He screams weak, and gentle.” The other’s leaned forward, clearly interested in what Pikeman was trying to prove.

“He’s adorable. And that’s what sells.” A few uneasy glances are passed around the room, Pikeman coughed to bring them back.

“Think about it, colorful cookie names, vibrant boxes with cutesy animal designs, and most of all shy and dainty Flower Scouts to sell them. The Flower Scouts sell because they play to the people, they don’t need to intimidate because they’ve already manipulated them into buying just by batting their eyes and being cute. “

“It’s even in the name! When you think of flowers, you think of pleasant plants and sweet smells? Now what do you think when you hear the word ‘Woods.”

“You’re onto something, Edward.” Another troop leader agreed.

“I think it’s time to reconstruct are popcorn selling plan, and our looks, but for now I think it’s time to take care of some business.”

Pikeman gently lifted Max off the chair, as the scouts began to discuss the new plan, and set him on the ground.

“It’s time for your reward, Max.” Pikeman’s face had gone gentle, and Max willingly took his hand.

Snake and Petrol followed the duo back to Pikeman’s tent where Max was instructed to sit on the cot and wait.

Max kicked his legs, his whole body buzzing with excitement upon getting the chance to see Mr. Honey nuts. His heart raced as he thought of the many night he would hold his friend close, and how all anxieties would creep away from Max when his friend was with him.

He couldn’t help the creeping smile that had somehow found its way onto his face. His adorable plush friend he hadn’t seen since the ropes course on his first day. He had made it, he had been a good boy and he would finally get back his bear. What he had fought for since day one.

Max saw Pikeman’s feet come into view from where he was staring at the ground.

“Maxwell, you may look up now.”

Max whipped his head up, his wide grin and sparkling eyes falling as he saw his bear.

It was mostly deflated, most of the stuffing had fallen out, and the bear has several missing limbs, it only had its right arm and its left leg was hanging by a single thread.

The bear was missing both eyes and it’s head was void of stuffing.

Pikeman held out the pieces, growing more frustrated by the second.

“Go on Maxwell, take you reward.” He urged, confused on why the boy looked so sad after he had just gifted him back the prized toy that made him join the Wood Scouts.

Max took it and as soon as he touched it the head fell off and rolled away.

“Yes, Maxwell you’ve earned this. You’ve proven to the other troops that the Sleepy Peak district is one of high standard, and that we can turn anyone into an honorable scout. It’s certainly shown and will reflect on my reputation.” He bragged, Max knew that the earlier pride he saw was not meant for him.

No one was expecting the weak sob that fled the boy.

‘David wouldn’t cry, fight it, be strong like David.’ Max tried to convince himself but he could feel the burning tears begin to well up.

“He’s ruined!” Max cried, a familiar fight rising in his chest. He threw the body at Pikeman.

Tears blurred his vision and he didn’t fight against them this time, sobs wracked his tiny frame.

The sobs turned into screams as Max released almost a month’s worth of emotions that had been pent up inside of him. The frustration, the anger, the sad nights, and the fear rang through his screams.

He slammed his fists on the cot, his screams only increasing in volume as his tears fell faster and more frequently.

“M-My Bear!” Max wailed, curling in on himself, his mind raced with the picture of holding his ruined comfort item.

“M-Maxwell, please, stop this.” Pikeman stared at his friends for help, having never experienced Max having a crying fit, Snake and Petrol looked as equally afraid.

Snake went into action shoving the pieces of the torn bear into his leader’s hands, and Pikeman in turn held them out to Max.

“W- We can fix this Max. We’ll fix this dont worry! We can sew can’t we!” Pikeman knew for a fact he couldn’t and he turned to his friends who shrugged in response.

Max continued to wail, smacking the ruined pieces of his teddy out of Pikeman’s hands.

Guilt flooded the Wood Scouts, and Pikeman moved to comfort the boy.

He’d pat his head and tell him he was proud! That had always made Max happy in the past.

But he only cared for it because it meant he inching closer to get his bear, Oh..

Pikeman stared at the remains of Mr. Honey Nuts.

 Or maybe not.

The flap to Pikeman’s tent opened and he whipped around quickly to shoo the stray scout, who was clearly enticed to peak by the screaming, off but froze when he met eyes with a familiar tall man.

A small scout tried pushing the older man back, “He just came stomping through here and all his campers are raising a riot all over camp!”

David stood tall, eyes dark, bags layered under his eyes from sleepless night that had been haunting him for almost a month.

“I heard from a good friend at the bar that a curly black haired boy sold her Wood Scout’s Popcorn. Said he was tan skinned, with the widest blue eyes. Said he was covered in bruises.” David chuckled darkly.

Where’s my camper at?” He spat, and as if on cue Max let out a loud cry behind Pikeman, too lost in his crying fit to notice his camp counselor who came to rescue him.

Cries from the outside surrounded the tent, some about a girl who was climbing and wreaking havoc, and about how their phones and other electronics had been hacked. More filled as the other yellow shirt wearing campers flooded in.

Pikeman shrunk as David stalked closer.

Nikki and Neil hurried for Max to get into the middle of their bed.

Bed was a loose term, it was actually their three cots pushed together since the two campers couldn’t bare anymore separation from their friend.

Max rolled his eyes but got under the covers letting his two friends get comfortable on either side of him.

Neil dug under the bed and passed the patchwork bear to Max, as was routine for them, as it had been for the past week.

The yellow and brown fabric that covered the bear didn’t even show signs of ripping as Max gripped it tight, and his friend were gentle as the cuddled close to their friend, not wanting to press against any wounds.

David peeked in a few minutes after lights out had officially been put in place, scratching at his bare neck sheepishly when Max smiled at him as was routine for them now.

Before David could even get in his own good nights, Max’s friends had been anticipating David’s arrival.

“Good night!” Nikki screamed with her eyes still closed.

Max fought back his urge to flinch, and smiled at his friend’s antics.

“Yeah, night, David.” Neil yawned.

Max felt Neil’s back press against his own.

“Night ass hat.” Max said, faux annoyance in his voice.

“Goodnight my Camp Campbell campers.”

The signs hugging

Aries: Pounds your back to make sure you know how intense their love is

Taurus: Perfectly aligns hearts and holds you tight. A powerful warmth begins to spread through your body. Your eyes well up. A single tear threatens to fall. Then the hug breaks, and the moment is over.

Gemini: Asks first: “Do you need a hug?” Wraps arms around you, holds tight for a sec, then slaps your back in a brolike fashion and awkwardly breaks apart to avoid seeming too touchy-feely

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