7 times Victor Nikiforov was extremely gay for his fiance and it showed on his face
7. The “my boyfriend just made puppy eyes at me so I decided to give him my soul, my body, and the whole world” look.
6. The “this boy is so cute and perfect I want to squeeze his cute little body and kiss his face but since I can’t kiss his face I’m going to settle with squeezing his perfect body everytime I get while I scream internally” look.
5. The “ZOMFG DID HE JUST BLEW A KISS AT ME?? DID YOU SEE THAT??? OMG I THINK I JUST DIED A LITTLE” look.
4. The “I’m at the point of no return nobody save me i’ll die happily in the arms of this wonderful boy” look.
3. This one needs a gif. The “somebody hold me right now this boy is too cute for this world too beautiful omg what’s happening what is this feeling inside of me ***It Must Be Love playing in the background***” look.
2. The “I saw him already this morning we woke up in the same bed and everything but oh my god Yuuri there you are why did you took so long nevermind I’m so glad you are here I’m so happy to see you again run to my arms my beautiful fiance” look.
1. The “literally dying from proud I am, how much I love this wonderful, perfect boy, how happy I am to see him triumph and how unbelievably lucky I am to be engaged to him” look.
Hi! i was wondering if you knew any fics where draco and harry are professors at hogwarts together??? xxx
I sure do! Stories where Harry teaches DADA and Draco potions (or some other Hogwarts subject) are the best! I’ve found that fics where Harry is the DADA professor and Draco is the potions are really typical in the fandom. So I’ve branched out a bit and have tried to include stories where they teach different subjects as well! Enjoy :)
Long Time Coming - by charlottesometimes (5k) the war is over and much of the Hogwarts staff has died or retired. Harry and Draco work about as well together as professors as they ever did as students. (All of the pent up sexual frustration between Draco and Harry is released through the numerous heated arguments they have. I laughed way too much at Draco’s snarky attitude. Note: Harry isn’t actually a professor in this story, he’s actually Headmaster of Hogwarts. But don’t let that stop you from reading this story because it was a great read!)
Professor Potter and his Magical Menagerie - by dracogotgame(7k) Harry Potter descends on Hogwarts with a horde of magical beasts. Professor Malfoy is not amused. (This is the kind of fanfic that leaves you smiling the whole way through. It’s where Hagrid leaves Hogwarts and Harry takes over his Care of Magical Creatures position. A very sweet story!)
All Life is Yours to Miss - by Saras_Girl (114k) Professor Malfoy’s world is contained, controlled, and as solitary as he can make it, but when an act of petty revenge goes horribly awry, he and his trusty six-legged friend are thrown into Hogwarts life at the deep end and must learn to live, love and let go. (Okay, I totally fell head over heels for Draco in this story. Harry and Draco are both professors at Hogwarts. Draco accidently petrifies Harry for the better part of two-thirds of the story, so he has to take over Harry’s classes and responsibilities. It’s a very Draco-centric story and really, it’s a journey of self-discovery for Draco. It was lovely to get to know this side of him, the side that nobody else sees. Oh my god! Okay wait I almost forgot to mention Stanley, who is Draco’s beetle pet and is the most adorable critter ever!)
Tea For Two - by betweentheloins (14k) Draco Malfoy is the last person that Harry expected to be working alongside when he took the open Defense Against The Dark Arts position at Hogwarts, but now there’s nothing to do but put their past behind them. (This was honestly the most beautiful, lovely, and heartwarming fic I have ever had the pleasure of reading! Harry and Draco’s relationship was just perfect! There were so many cute and wonderful scenes, I don’t have enough time to quote them all but asgghklkls!!1!1! I loved every moment of this story!)
Lessons in Humility - by playout (86k) After the dissolution of his marriage and a good bit of soul-searching, Harry returns to Hogwarts as the new Defense teacher. Go figure, it happens to be the same year Draco takes over the role of Potions Master. Neither man is happy about this turn of events. Will they be able to set aside their differences and learn a thing or two about trust and humility on the way? (A total classic. Domestic Drarry always gives me life, and the sheer amount of fluff in this story was beautiful)
Potions Professor Pursuit - by Reverie Wilde (143k) It’s 2004. Harry, 24, has left the Auror program to become a Professor at Hogwarts. He enjoys the quiet life he has there until a new Potions professor is hired. Harry quickly become completely smitten, though too insecure to reveal his true feelings. Especially when the object of his desire seems to have interest elsewhere. (I really loved reading the last few chapters of this story because they were especially sweet and fluffy! Draco’s jealousy was superbly written, and overall it really was amazing)
Transfigurations - by Resonant (71k) Five years after Voldemort’s defeat, Harry returns to England to help re-open Hogwarts. (If you haven’t read this story before, then you’re totally missing out! It was written before OotP was released so there are some canon variances, but that just what makes the fic more enjoyable and entertaining to read! There’s quite a few plot twists - which is always amazing to see in a story - and the storyline itself is so intricate and detailed. A+ fanfic for sure)
Homecoming - by November Snowflake (27k) Harry thinks spending two weeks as a guest lecturer at Hogwarts will offer the perfect chance to get away from his troubles. Then he meets his assigned faculty guide: Potions Master Draco Malfoy. (The characterizations of Harry and Draco are perfect! I love how the author was able to keep this fic epilogue compliant, and the divorce and issues between Harry and Ginny were brilliantly done)
Everybody’s Secret - by leontina (3k) Harry and Draco are both professors at Hogwarts, and in a relationship with each other. They think they’re doing a good job keeping it secret — they’re not. (This is such a cute, funny and adorably fluffy fic! There’s so many hilarious moments and scenes, you’ll definitely love reading it!)
what she means: I LITERALLY SHIP ALL THE SENSE8 COUPLES. DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW RARE THIS IS? ALL OF THEM - ALL OF THEM! - HAVE AMAZING PERFECT BEAUTIFUL CHEMISTRY AND THERE ARE SO MANY CUTE MOMENTS AND SUPPORTIVE MOMENTS AND H/C MOMENTS AND ROMANTIC MOMENTS. ALL THE MOMENTS I WOULD WRITE IN FANFIC ARE IN THE SHOW ALREADY???? LIKE COME FOR THE WEIRD-ASS SCI-FI AND STAY FOR MULTIPLE WELL-DEVELOPED AND REAL LOVE STORIES, NOT TO MENTION SO MANY AMAZING FRIENDSHIPS TOO FFS, AM I RIGHT? OH MY GOD???? OH MY GOD
i found this on my drafts, i don’t remember if was a request lol.
Before you date, Seokjin always noticed your butt, but of course he never said anything. But now that you’re dating OH GOD! He your ass is like a godness thing, seriously! “I’ll never get used to it, baby! Look at this. Your butt is so perfect.”
He loves to squeeze and give little slaps on your ass. He always does this when you are alone. “Your ass looks so hot on those jeans, c'mon, sit on my lap for me to feel how good it is.” “No. I’m going to work now, you pervert.” “I’m not a pervert. Your butt is too beautiful.”
At the beginning of the relationship, he was shy to squeeze your butt or something like that. But now, oh god, it doesn’t stop. He loves to squeeze, slap or just caress your ass. It’s one of the favorite things in the world for him.
Namjoon had an obsession with butt, especially yours. He loves how your ass is perfectly round and attractive. When you wear skirts or dresses at home, he would just lift them to look at your butt. “I always dreamed of having a girlfriend with that butt, believe in your dreams, they come true.” “Why are you so obsessed with my butt? I mean, it’s just an ass.” “How dare you say that?”
Sometimes he’s very shy about it, and sometimes he’s a pervert. It depends on his mood. He likes to squeeze your butt during sex, it’s the moment where your butt gets more attention. And of course, you love when he does it.
He’s a cutie and everyone knows that. He doesn’t care much about your ass in general, I mean, he likes, of course, but he doesn’t have to pay attention to that all the time. But when it comes to sex / makeout, that changes. All the attention turns to that butt.
You have a lot of intimacy with each other. There is no shame at anything. He squeezes your ass at inappropriate times, just to tease you. “Hm, your ass looks so good in those shorts.” “Oh really?” “Your ass looks good on anything, especially on that dick.” “Why are you so disgusting? Let’s break up.”
REYNA HAVING A CRUSH ON THALIA GRACE LIKE CAN YOU IMAGINE:
· it all begins when Thalia started visiting Camp Jupiter quite a lot because of the encouraged communication and unity between the Greeks and Romans
· during meetings Thalia represented Zeus as well as Artemis and Reyna would catch herself looking at the huntress way more than she should be
· she starts stuttering and blushing a bit whenever Thalia caught her off guard, whether it’s a small gesture such as a brush of their hands—actually, any physical contact that isn’t quite necessary during the specific situation at all
· Reyna going out of her way to avoid Thalia as much as she possibly can, but it didn’t work quite as well as she hoped because Aphrodite thwarts her every plan to do so
· Annabeth was the first to notice something off about the praetor and using her (now working) invisibility cap to stalk Reyna and eventually put the pieces together
· Piper already knowing what’s going on when Annabeth approaches her about it because she’s been the one who does Aphrodite’s bidding, doing small, inconspicuous deeds such as putting the two closer together during senate meetings, and making them bump into each other quite a few times (rarely using her charmspeak, because damn it’s really destiny for them to be together !!!)
· Annabeth confronting Reyna about it and giving the praetor (and Piper if she happened to be around) knowing looks and sometimes even winking whenever Thalia was around and earning a bone chilling death glare in return, but it isn’t quite effective because Reyna’s face is completely red???
· Thalia started assisting Reyna with her duties when the Hunters are settling down in Camp Jupiter for War Games
· Thalia enjoying Reyna’s company and deciding that they would get along really well
· Reyna warming up to Thalia a bit, but eventually the two became somewhat attached to the hip because after only a few months they feel like they’ve been friends for the longest time; they have complete trust in each other and they understand the other’s situations and how they got to where they were perfectly
· Thalia being one for physical contact, so she often loops her arm around Reyna’s or holds her hand to drag her away or toward something, and Thalia just hugging Reyna so tightly whenever she got excited
· Reyna eventually realizing that oh my gods I have feelings for Thalia Grace because she just absolutely adores the way her electric blue eyes seem to crackle with life and excitement, the way her lips curl up in a beautiful smile, the small dimple that appears on her left cheek, and the way her freckles dotted her pale face like the stars on the night sky, because to her Thalia was perfect in every way and Reyna was absolutely and undeniably in love
just…REYNA hAVING A CRUSH ON FALLING IN LOVE WITH THALIA GRACE !!!!!!!!
Week 15! I’m finally starting to catch up on series, so hopefully you’ll start seeing your own in here! Note that drabbles are no longer included due to the length of the recs. I hope y’all enjoy this weeks compilation.
THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER OH MY GOD HOW CAN SOMETHING BE SO PERFECT Listen to me this fic made me smile so hard just when i needed it the most. So basically this is 10k words of Otayuri fluff and smut. They are so perfect together. SO BEAUTIFUL ❤❤❤❤
It is gonna kill you and your life will be ruined after reading this. In other words beutiful angst thet will leave you with a lot feelings. I hate it and I love it at the same time. Thank you @mylittlesecretshelter for recommending me this.Don’t read if you dont want to be sad,
OMG this is so funny I’ve been laughiing the whole time while reading this. Victor is a main character and he is super worried about Yurio( Yurio has a daddy kink #daddybek ;) ) and it is super funny and adorable.
Ok so this is series of 6 short fics that shows development of their feeling for each other. I love it so much because you can find here fluff, smut and angst (aka everything I need from a good fic). and OMG everything is perfect here you have to read it you won’t regret it I promise
OH MY GOD I AM SCREAMING I LOVE IT SO MUCH the ending just killed me with its cuteness everything here is just perfect I am so in love just asdfghjkl AMAZING okay i am done screaming about it so Otabek here loves Yurio so much but is completely oblivious to the other boy feelings
I really hope you are gona like it. If you do, don’t forget to leave kudos and comments under the fics. This authors deserve them so much
Imagine: You have a major crush on Peter Hale, but, because of the Pack, you have to keep it a secret. One day, when he comes to your house injured, you are not able to hide it any more and comes clean to him.
Word Count: 1560
Being ordinarily human in a town crowded with supernatural creatures could be pretty boring sometimes; especially when all of your friends saw you as a fragile thing who could get broken if exposed to a high amount of shit. It was stupid, though. You were not a doll or anything related, for God’s sake; plus, even though fighting was not your thing, you could help on other stuff, like cleaning and bandaging the injured. Your aunt Melissa had taught you a lot of medical stuff, making you perfect for this task. However, bone killer Scott shut you out entirely, pledging you were too young to be on this life.
“As if I cared!” You snorted, angry. “Fucking Scott. Fucking rules. Fuck! Fuck!”
You threw, bored, the remote control on the couch’s corner, giving up on finding a decent show to take your mind away from the horrible powerless feeling you were experiencing. People needed your help and you were stuck at home, not able to do nothing about it. Why did you let people manipulate you like that?
“This calls for some booze”, you thought, standing up and heading to the kitchen. Sure, drinking would never solve entirely your problems, it’s not like it’s magic, however, you would at least calm down. Otherwise, it was very likely that you would rip Scott’s throat with your bare hands.
While trying to reach the highest shelf to grab the tequila bottle, you could not help but giggle, suddenly imagining what the pack would do if they discovered your secret crush on Peter Hale. Poor tiny human Y/N falling for a monster. It was ironic.
Finally getting hold of the bottle, you took a sip straight from it, not bothering to get a glass. The liquid went down burning and you smiled, enjoying the sensation. It was damn good, as usual.
Taking short steps, you went back to the living room, ready to put on some music and swirl your hips to it. All of that was probably due the alcohol excess, you were never a strong drinker. Yet, whilst you set up the stereo, you heard odd noises. As if someone was walking clumsily through wood sticks, breaking them with its feet.
“Shit.” You muttered, approaching the window and slyly looking through a brief shaft. There was nothing there. “I’m going crazy. That’s it.”
As soon as you returned to the room, you heard it again. This time, though, the door was swung open and a bleeding light brown haired man leant against the doorframe. What the hell was Peter doing here, at your place? Has he lost his mind?
“Hey, princess.” His voice was weak and he coughed, blood staining your carpet. “Care to help me a little?”
Your thoughts were mingled and confusing, but you propped up and went to help him. You pushed the door closed behind you and dragged him to the couch, staring deeply at his eyes. He seemed so defenseless!
“Kate is back in town.”
“Kate as in Allison’s aunt?” Your eyes were widened as you quizzed him worried. “Fuck, wasn’t she dead? How did she come back?”
“As it seems, she was not killed. She was turned.”
“Into a werewolf?”
“Not quite, princess. We still have to figure out that part.” You could notice him struggling to talk and it shattered your heart the mere sight of your beloved hurt.
You always had a thing for bad boys, that was true; however, when Peter tagged along, you knew he was different. Sassy, slightly bossy… Heck, a perfect match for you. Still, you had to keep it a secret from him and everybody else. No one was allowed to know about your feelings, because it would turn out to be a major problem, considering how overprotective your cousin could get. Argh! You hated it. All of it.
“Are you okay?”
“Sure I am.” Your reply came out with a fake laugh and a awkward gulp. “I think I should be asking you the same thing.”
“Uh, I’ll be okay. I only a need a shower.” He smirked tenderly, reaching to touch your right cheek. “Your heart is beating like crazy.”
Yes, this you could not hide or disguise. Seeing him hurt and in pain made your heartbeat go crazy. More than it would normally get when you were around him.
“I’m just…” You licked your lips, fighting to keep it together. “You scared the hell out of me.”
“Uh, I’m sorry.” Hale seemed disappointed, which made you bit your bottom lip. “You were the only person who came into my mind.”
“I’m flattered you considered me as an option.” A sarcastic remark slipped. “People tend to treat me like I’m made of glass.”
“What?” Peter sat up straight, wincing in pain by doing so. “You’re so tough, princess. So resilient. I bet you would make a badass werewolf.”
“Damn, this is so good to hear.” A smile curved your lips, for you were genuinely satisfied. “Now, enough with this. You need to shower and I’m going to find you clothes.”
“All right.” Hale nodded and tried to get on his feet. You could nearly feel his ache to walk and, once more, made your poor pumping organ skip a few beats. “Where is the bathroom?”
“I’ll take you there.”
Right then you realised how hard this situation was going to be. You cared too much about him to keep your shit under control for that long. It was a true challenge for your sanity; one you hoped to win.
Twenty minutes later, you found yourself lying lazily on your bed, staring at the white ceiling and pulling carelessly the soft fabric of your denim shorts while waiting for him to come out.
You took a deep breath in order to relax; yet, before it made any effect, the door was opened and a shirtless dripping water Peter walked through it, looking refreshed. This tore apart any chance of relaxation. Matter of fact, it made you more tensed up than ever.
As you sat upright, your gaze locked on him and you licked your lips, nervous. Hale must have found it pleasing to watch, for he chuckled, delighted, leaning to grasp the bundle of clothes that were by your side.
“Do you like what you see, princess?”
“I would appreciate if you call me by my name.” You retorted, looking away. “Why don’t you get dressed already?”
“Does my nudity bother you?”
“Yes. I mean, no. Why would it?”
He traced your jaw with his long slim fingers, getting you to look at him. Once you finally gave up and rose your chin, meeting his eyesight with yours, you found them soaked with tenderness. His blue eyes engulfed you like a high strong wave.
“Confess.” The raspy voice requested, his thumb stroking leisurely your cheekbone. “Tell me you love me, because I can hear your heartbeat from miles away.”
“Please, don’t make me do this.” You did not break the eye connection, no matter how quivery your voice were. “I don’t want to say it.”
“But you do love me.” He knelt in front of you. “God, you’re beautiful.”
“Why I find you beautiful? Because you are! So perfect and freaking gorgeous.”
“No.” You shook your head, giggling. “If you know how I feel, why do you want me to confess it?”
“Well, I wouldn’t want to make a fool of myself by falling for a girl who wasn’t in love with me as well.” A sinking feeling hit your stomach as you slowly understood what he was saying. “Oh, fuck! Did I scare you?”
“No, you didn’t.”
“So kiss me, please.” Peter asked, smoothly. “Go on, princess.”
A smug smirk enlightened your face and then you crashed your lips onto his, tasting all at once. He grasped your waist and pulled you closer, whilst you tugged his hair, wanting to release all the tension built up. It was so much better than you had imagined! His tongue fought with yours for dominance, the whole kiss heating up the place.
“Easy, tiger.” You whispered, splaying your hands on his chest as Hale was inches away from popping your shorts open. “I didn’t think you were this excited to be with me.”
“Ever since I laid my eyes on you, I knew you were going to be my doom.” Peter pecked your lips and continued. “The worst was that I didn’t care at all. I wanted you to crush me with your love. I wanted you to break my walls.”
“Damn hell you did.” Both of you chuckled. “What about me? Did I crack Mrs. Y/N Y/L/N?”
“You know you did.” Your voice was soft. “I am hopelessly in love with you.”
Peter Hale hid his face on your neck, smiling against it, half surprised half glad by your statement. He stayed quiet for awhile, just sucking on your skin and leaving love bites behind. When he finally reached your ear, he could not help but mutter the words you wanted to hear:
“I love you too, princess.”
Your heart warmed up upon hearing that and you sealed your lips once more, realising how deep were your feelings towards each other. You two were meant to be. Definitely a love written on the stars.
Imagine Moriarty taking you shopping for clothes (changing room smut)
like this one,” Jim holds up
a black mini skirt. “And this.” He picks up a black, low-cut top.
Very sexy. Not your kind of thing really, but Moriarty gets what
Moriarty wants when it comes to you, so you smile and agree. “Let’s
go try them, come on.” He takes your hand and leads you to the
afriad you can’t go in there with her, Sir.” The woman tells him,
as you walk past her to the cubicles.
afraid it’s the only way you’re going to get any money.” He smiles
what is a seemingly charming smile, but you know it better. It’s his
don’t-fuck-with-me-darling smile. You’ve seen it enough. The woman
sighs and turns away, giving up, so you and Jim go into the room
that’s furthest away from anyone else. Once he locks the door, you
look around. The room is completely mirrored, you can see yourself
from every angle, reflected infinitely from mirror to mirror. Jim
looks at you and you smile a little. “Turn around, beautiful.” He
tells you, and you do so immediately. He slowly unzips the back of
your dress and it falls to the ground. His lips press against your
neck and you shiver, partially due to the sudden change in body
temperature, and partially due to the contact with him. By his order,
you’re not wearing any lingerie today, so you’re completely naked,
staring at yourself in the mirror, with him behind you, staring at
you in the mirror too. You smile a little. “Dear God, you are a
specimen, aren’t you?” His eyes drink you in, every little exposed
inch of your body. Regardless of your flaws, he will always find you
stunningly beautiful, perfect.
you, darling.” You giggle lightly as his hands run over your
breasts and tugs at your now-hard nipples. He kisses your neck,
biting down softly. You moan a little, and lean your body back into
him. He moves his mouth to your collar bone and kisses wetly across
it. “Oh, Jim…” You whisper. He gently pushes you against the
mirror, so your face is up against it.
there, my beautiful girl.” He reaches down, you watch him in the
mirror, and gets the skirt. “Try it on, baby.” He hands it to
you. You put it on slowly, purposfully bending all the way down,
giving him a full view of your ass.
me up, babe?” You ask, tease in your voice. He zips you up and
looks at your reflection.
lovely on you.” He smiles. The skirt is very, very short – of
he’d like it. You sigh and laugh.
you, dear.” You suddenly feel his slap on your butt. You gasp.
He mocks your tone of voice with a grin. He pushes you against the
wall once more, except this time in the corner, so that your hands
are on both walls and you’re bent over. You hear his zipper and your
Really?” You ask, your voice a loud whisper.
really.” You watch his smile in the reflection. You move your hands
lower down the walls so you have better support to hold your body. He
smacks you again and you grit your teeth.
man…” You laugh lightly. You love how bad he is - it’s a
massive, massive turn on for you. You feel his erection press against
your leg. Damn.
love me really.”
girl.” He strokes your ass and kisses down your spine. His member
teases your hole and your heart is in your mouth. “I’m so hard for
should be.” You retort, making him smile.
suddenly fills you. You don’t expect it, so you shout out. “Shush,
shush, baby. We’re in a shop, remember?” He asks, laughing.
yeah….” You giggle and as you move, you feel your body move
against his penis, moving it further inside of you. He then begins
properly, going in and out, in and out, slowly. Damn, it feels good,
you feel so full – full of him, this man that you love more than
anything else. His one hand holds across your stomach, so he doesn’t
fall, and the other goes further south, massaging your button almost
mercilessly. His fingers spread you and enter you and you bite you
lip trying not to shout out. He puts a third finger in you and you
feel the stretch. Heat builds up inside you and each time he thrusts
fully into you, you see stars. You both moan and groan and pant
loudly, louder than you should in a public place.
He asks, his sweat dripping onto your back.
Ah! Jim! Fuck!” You come without warning, and he does too,
immediately after, shouting your name in one incoherent moan. You
stay there for a moment, panting, and see the white substance
dripping down your inner thigh slowly. You close your eyes and are
vaguely aware of his hands on your leg.
He whispers, his fingers by your mouth. Upon further inspection, you
see that he has collected some of his sperm on them. “Lick them,
baby girl.” You grab his fingers and suck on them hard. You love
how he tastes. “There’s my good girl.” He smiles against your
bare skin, and stands you up properly, turning you around to kiss you
TWO GET OUT NOW!” A voice shouts from the other side of the door.
You’ve been caught.
a shame…” Moriarty mutters, holding your new skirt out to look at
it. “We didn’t even get a chance to try on the top.”
Hey y’all, so I’ve been trying to keep this a secret, as it was my guilty pleasure, but now I just want to share with you all the amazing fanfictions I’ve read since my stay in this fandom. Just some warning bc, yea. They are M/M aka male/male fics so yea, you understand. There are boys together. Who kiss and sometimes more cough. Accept that. Also none of these fics are mine, the authors will be linked along with the stories themselves!
SO HERE’S THE WILD RIDE GUYS. Give them a try. These will be my ALL TIME favourite fics so. Quality. ((this is future Lucy hola, i’ve just realised that 7/10 fics are Taekook, soz, even though I’m low-key yoonmin biased it’s really hard to find good of them so yea.)) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Words: 38,877 Chapters: 1/1 Pairing: Yoonmin l Yoongi-Jimin hOLY SHIT YES Summary: What Yoongi doesn’t say is this: “If only you knew, Park Jimin. Every song I write, and all the words I have to give, will always be yours.”(Or, Yoongi is a famous underground rapper from simple beginnings and Jimin is his hip-hop hating, exceedingly rich boyfriend). *it says smut but i cant remember so just putting it out there that it might have SMUT*
9. because fries and mixtapes by hoars Words: 6,644 Chapters: 1/1 Pairing: Taegi l Taehyung-Yoongi Summary:
Yoongi works the graveyard shift at a fast food restaurant while trying to make it big. Taehyung has insomnia.
the moon and the stars (are nothing without you) by wowoashley Words: 19,179 Chapters: 1/1 Pairing: Taekook l Taehyung-Jungkook Summary:
based off the prompt: “Taekook college AU! The college tour guide raved about the uni’s friendly atmosphere and amicable student body, but wanted a high five from a cute student and all he got was a glare”
it’s you and me (i know it’s my destiny) by florations Words: 10,334 Chapters: 1/1 Pairing: Taekook l Taehyung-Jungkook Summary: Recipe to The Perfect Halloween: 1. Pokémon costumes; 2. Lots of candy; 3. The perfect friendAll of which seven-year-old Jeon Jungkook finds in nine-year-old Kim Taehyung.(Then they grow up, and it’s not quite the same anymore.) adorable fricking hell
pick me up, buttercup by vppa Words: 9,272 Chapters: 2/2 Pairing: Taekook l Taehyung-Jungkook Summary: AU where your soulmate’s first words to you will be tattooed on your wrist when you meet.Which freakin sucks, because Jungkook’s forearm will now forever read “Hey baby, if you were a booger, I’d pick you first.“What the fuck, universe. FRICKING SOULMATE! AU YES
maybe we’re all just fools by airplanewishes Words: 52,675 Chapters: 1/1 Pairing: Taekook l Taehyung-Jungkook Summary:
Jeongguk likes to run. He’s never wanted anyone to run with him before. im pretty sure it took me like half a day to finish this but fucking hell it’s good. really good.
Cocoa Puffs by madigraye Words: 39,705 Chapters: 4/4 Pairing: Yoonmin l Yoongi-Jimin finally my bubs Summary:
Somewhere between fake basketball matches and even faker marriages, Park Jimin learns that camp is for fun, and summer is for butterflies.
all the right wrongs by aeterisks Words: 34,132 Chapters: 2/2 Pairing: Taekook l Taehyung-Jungkook Summary:
Jeongguk’s fate seems to have a name, and that name happens to be Kim Taehyung. I’m begging you get tissues before this. I forgot to notice that it’s angst so here’s the warning y’all. *IT’S FUCKING ANGST ALSO BEAUTIFUL, 100/100*
King of the Library, Knight of His Trade by madigraye Words: 47,430 Chapters:1/1 Pairing: Taekook l Taehyung-Jungkook Summary:
Moral of the story? Don’t fuck with Jeon Jungkook or else you’ll end up ruining your perfect attendance to chase his coattails. this is utterly perfect oh my god
+ Figuring It Out as We Go by peppermint_wind Words: 4,245 Chapters: 1/1 Pairing: Jikook l Jimin-Jungkook Summary: **Based off of Jungkook covering Troye Sivan’s, “Fools.” - “Jimin’s breathing begins to even, and Jungkook watches his chest rise and fall, steady and slow, like how waves wash up on Busan beaches.”
boyf riends with 'is it bad i really want to kiss you right now?' ;0
“How do you like a machete to the FACE, ZOMBIE?!” Michael yelled, his body twisting wildly back and forth on his bean bag as if he himself were being attacked rather than just smashing the buttons on his controller.
Jeremy laughed under his breath, glancing at Michael out of the corner of his eye. His stare lingered a little too long and, before he knew it, he couldn’t take his eyes away.
Jeremy watched Michael fondly, smiling when Michael scrunched his nose in concentration. Michael cheered, throwing his hands up in the air, continuing to abuse his controller, that large, dopey grin of his overtaking his lips.
Jeremy practically melted. His hands fell to his lap, his controller completely forgotten. His cheeks turned pink as he carefully watched Michael’s features as they turned from excited, anger, anxiety, and back to excitement. And the way Michael would stick his tongue out when he was really concentrated…; it drove Jeremy up the wall.
“Jeremy, what’re you doing?!” Michael cried, not daring to tear his eyes from the screen as he fought to protect both his and Jeremy’s characters lives.
Jeremy knew he should return to the game, he knew he was going to get caught staring, but he just couldn’t look away.
He loved Michael; everything about him. Loved, loved, loved.
His soft, warm skin, his fluffy hair that was messy and disheveled in the most perfect way, his beautiful bright eyes, his lips, oh God, his lips. Michael’s lips were so soft and inviting and all he wanted to do was kiss him till he couldn’t kiss no more.
“JEREMY!” Michael exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air when the screen turned to the ‘game over’ screen, playing the defeat tune. “What happened, we were doing so good!” Michael turned to Jeremy, losing his train of thought when he saw the dazed look in Jeremy’s eyes.
“Is it bad I really wanna kiss you right now?” Jeremy murmured, feeling his blush grow.
“I, erm, yes,” Michael stated firmly. “Considering we have been stuck on this level for two weeks and you just lost us a level up, then yes, it is bad.”
Jeremy smiled nervously, pulling at the front of his shirt. Oops…
“But,” Michael continued, “maybe that kiss will help me forgive you?”
“You are so embarrassing,” Jeremy murmured, scooching from his bean bag to Michael’s.
“I’m embarrassing?” Michael scoffed as Jeremy placed a kiss on his cheek. “I’m not the one who went ass Romeo and Juliet star crossed lovers here. And that,” Michael said, pointing to his cheek, “was a lame ass apology kiss.”
“B-be quiet,” Jeremy replied, taking the front of Michael’s sweatshirt in his hands and pulling him into a proper kiss.
Warnings: NSFW! 18+ SMUT! Swearing, angst, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap the willy!)
Request: Anon: Omg nemesis I loved your movie night stories! So well written and detailed! I have a request if you’re taking them, how about an angst filled reader after her break up with Bucky? I’ll let you decide how and why the break up happens and how they handle it. Angst, fluff and maybe a smidgen of smut? Thanks in advance!
A/N: Here you go my dear! Hopefully it is what you are looking for!
That is the thought that rolled through your mind as you opened your eyes and squinted at the offensive sun shining through the curtains. You looked at the bedside table and saw that the clock read 7:23 a.m. You also noticed two empty bottles of wine sitting behind the clock.
Well… that explained why your head felt like it took a trip through a meat grinder.
With a groan, you propped yourself up on an elbow and fumbled around for your cell phone. The little blue light was flashing, signaling a notification. Bringing it to life, you had three missed calls and five text messages from Steve. You missed your morning workout session. Third time this week. Yada, yada… Whatever.
You attempted to sit up on the side of the bed. “Nope,” you said to yourself before laying back down, staring at the ceiling. How much did you drink last night? Did you eat? Why were you still in your jeans? It was too bright in here.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y.? Can you shut off the sun?” you asked the interface system. She was always quick to answer, her Irish accent filling the room, “I think that is a little out of my realm of expertise, but I can do this.” You jumped at the sound of the metal shutters closing over the windows. Pitch black… it suited your mood.
You picked your phone back up and pulled up the text messages. Hitting Steve’s name, you typed a quick, ‘Not feeling well,’ before checking your emails. Your thumb slid over the gallery tab before you thought better of it. You didn’t know why you were torturing yourself this way…
Bucky’s smiling face appeared. It was the last selfie you two had taken together before the break up. Your heart constricted inside of your chest. The happiness in the picture was hard to look at. “Damnit,” you whispered before throwing your phone to the floor. You felt the familiar sensation of tears forming in your eyes. On a quiet sob, you let them spill. The anguish was crippling. You missed him. His smile, his laugh, his voice… him.
A loud knock at the door startled you out of your reverie. You swiped your hands over your face, erasing the tears before sitting up quickly. Too quickly in fact. Your head spun so hard you almost fainted. “What?” you yelled out harshly.
“It’s Steve, may I come in?” he said through the door. Crap, it was locked. You threw your legs over the side of the bed and tried standing again. Whew, ok… so far, so good. While holding onto everything you encountered, you made it to the door. You clicked the lock and opened the door enough for Steve to walk in. You switched the lamp on and sat at the end of the bed.
You looked up at him standing in front of you. You watched as his eyes surveyed your room. You could tell he took note of the empty bottles of wine on the nightstand and the other empty liquor bottles in the trash can. He bent to pick up the broken picture frame out of the trash. He wiped the glass off the picture of you and Bucky and sighed.
“He got back from his mission late last night,” he said as he placed the picture on the desk. “Sam said it was pretty routine. No problems.”
“Good for him,” you said snidely. You knew you were being pissy, but this mission he went on was the reason behind your break up in the first place. You looked at Steve’s feet as you got lost in thought…
‘Yea doll, fuck… just like that.’ Bucky said while gripping your hips tighter. You placed your hands on his chest for leverage and rolled your hips faster against his. You were in perfect sync together, with every backward roll of your hips, he would thrust up. He was so deep that he would bump your cervix with every pump. The little sting of pain was perfect in combination with your clit hitting his pelvic bone.
‘Bucky… baby…,’ you moaned, over and over. Your nails scraped over his chest when his rough thrust jolted your pleasure up another notch. ‘Oh, my god…’ you sat up straight, placed one hand behind you on Bucky’s thigh and the other slipped between your bodies to rub your clit. Your head fell back on a moan. The sounds leaving your mouth made you sound like a wanton woman.
‘Fuck doll face, you’re so damn beautiful like this,’ Bucky grunted underneath you. His movements became sloppy as he was nearing his finish. His grip on your hips was going to leave finger shaped bruises. His metal hand slid up your body to tweak your nipple. You slammed your hips down on him one last time, screaming out your orgasm. ‘Ah, oh my…FUCK!’ Bucky shouted as he spilled himself inside you. You collapsed onto his chest and nuzzled your face into his neck. He wrapped his arms around your back while letting your heartbeats settle.
‘Do you have to go?’ you whispered after a while. You stacked your hands on his sternum and propped your chin on top to look at him. Bucky’s face was serious as he brushed the hair away from your face.
‘You know I do,’ he sighed.
‘I don’t understand why I can’t go with you,’ you thought you would argue your case one more time. ‘All I need to do is get close enough to the target to touch him. Then I can tell you any information you need to know. Seconds is all I need.’
‘That is the exact reason why I said no to you going.’ He pushed his own hairback, giving you a stern look. ‘These are dangerous people and you don’t need to be that close to them. End of discussion. Besides, you and Wanda have more training exercises to do.’
‘You’re not my keeper Bucky,’ you said while rolling off him and walking to the bathroom. You cleaned yourself up and put your robe on. When you went back into the bedroom, Bucky had sat up on the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.
‘I didn’t say that I was. I just want to keep you safe damnit, and I can’t do that if I have to concentrate on the target and you at the same time.’ He looked up at you, his eyes pleading with you to understand.
‘This is always how it is going to be, isn’t it?’ you asked, leaning against the door jamb. ‘You’re never going to see me as a part of the team.’
‘With a little more training to hone your senses…’ he started to say, but you raised your hand and shook your head. You were past the point of reasoning. You rummaged around for your clothes, hastily putting them on. You opened the door to walk out.
‘We’ll talk about this when I get back,’ Bucky said, standing from the bed. He looked as lost as you felt.
‘No, we won’t,’ you stated as you walked out the door, leaving your heart behind.
You were brought back by a pair of fingers snapping in front of your face. You shook yourself and looked back up at Steve. His brow was furrowed in confusion. You looked away. You needed alcohol.
“He looks awful, if that makes you feel any better.” Steve put his hands on his hips and used his Cap voice. “Just go talk to him. I would shower first though.” With that, he turned and walked out of your room.
You were stunned, but it was effective. You sighed and trudged your way to the bathroom.
You found him down in the gym. He hadn’t noticed you yet so it gave you time to look him over. Still gorgeous as always. He had lost a little weight, but still looked delicious. Damn the man. Sweat was clinging to his back and his black running shorts were sitting low on his hips as he ran on the treadmill. He was looking straight ahead, pumping his arms, pushing himself. He hit the button to stop the machine, grabbed a towel to wipe his face and stepped down. He dropped the towel, finally noticing you standing near the doorway.
You both just stared at each other. You weren’t sure if it was because you didn’t know what to say or if he was waiting on you to start the conversation. Your question was answered when all he did was turn and head for the shower room. You sighed, rolling your eyes. You knew this wasn’t going to be easy.
“Bucky!” you called out. He came back through the doors and you almost lost your nerve. The man was only wearing a towel around his hips. You gulped, “I heard the mission went smoothly.”
A look you couldn’t decipher passed over his face, “That’s what you want to talk about?” He threw his hands in the air. You didn’t say anything more, at a complete loss for words.
He grabbed his gym bag from the floor and walked over to you, stopping just a breath away. He reached up and ran his thumb across your bottom lip. Then he shook his head and without another word, walked out. The haunted look in his eyes caused a broken sob to escape your throat.
Summary: You complain to Tom about how people don’t really go dancing anymore and how planetariums are your favorite place in the world. Tom decides to plan a perfect date for your anniversary.
A/N: I saw La La Land last night and it was incredible and while I was watching it I got really angry about how people don’t go like dancing anymore the way the used to its always grinding and twerking now and I hate it and it also reminded me about how much I love planetariums and that’s how this was born okay bye
“No, you don’t get it, Tom! I know people go dancing still but it’s like ‘oh you’re hot so I’m gonna rub my ass on your crotch and then we’ll go and fuck.’ And its stupid. Completely stupid and I hate it! Why can’t people still go dancing like the did in the '40s or something.”
“Because it’s 2017, that’s why.”
“Fine. Then we’ll build a space ship and fly far away.”
“And how do you plan on doing that?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just go to the planetarium and pretend that one of those tiny stars is a planet where there’s a girl just like me going dancing with her famous boyfriend who plays Bee-Man and is having the time of her life!”
“Well I was gonna say Ant-Man but he actually exists so I had to think fast!”
Tom chuckled and pulled me into his chest. One of his hands ran through my hair while the other was being held by my two smaller ones.
“Can you believe it’s almost Valentine’s Day?”
“Yeah… that’d make it, what? 3 years? Cause you’re a cheeseball and made me wait 3 months before you made it official on Valentine’s Day?”
“Hey! I was trying to be romantic!”
“If we had started seeing each other in late January, then yes, it would have been reasonable to wait till Valentine’s Day but we started dating in November, honey. You were lucky you’re cute or else I would’ve been long gone.”
Tom laughed and kissed the top of my head.
“At one point I thought about asking you at 11:59 on February 13th as a joke but then Harrison informed that that would result in me with an ice cream in my face.”
“Yeah, you got that right.”
Tom and I turned our attention back to the TV that was playing Endless Love. We both disliked this movie but it was the one he had taken me to see when he asked me to be his girlfriend so we made an exception to watch it only when it was on TV… until Harrison thought that we actually liked it and bought it for us. Now we watch it on February 4th. Exactly 10 days before our anniversary because 10 is Tom’s lucky number.
I snuggled into his chest and closed me eyes, drifting off into a peaceful sleep.
“So do you know what you’re gonna do for her on Valentine’s Day?” Zendaya asked over brunch with her, Jacob, Harrison and Laura.
“Yeah, I think I do…”
“Okay, she kinda spilled a lot to me while we were cuddling the other night and I kinda wanna do it all for her but I don’t exactly know how…”
“Well, what did she say?”
“That she misses dancing… like, not clubbing, but actual dancing the way the did in the '40s and '50s. And she also said that she loves planetariums because she likes to look at the stars and imagine what’s going on over there.”
“So, take her to the planetarium and then take her dancing!” Harrison suggested.
“No, this needs to be more magical. I mean it is their 3 year anniversary.” Laura said.
“Yeah… OH! I’ve got it! So, I’m really good friends with the owner of the planetarium in LA! He’s an old family friend! I’ll call him up! He’s usually closed on Valentine’s Day to spend time with his wife and so maybe I can get him to let you and Y/N use it for the night! You can take her dancing IN the stars!” Zendaya yelled.
“Oh my god, that’s perfect! Please call him!”
“Doing it right now!”
I was humming while dancing around in the kitchen of Tom and I’s apartment. I jumped when I felt a pair of arms slide around my waist and lift me up.
“Good morning, beautiful.” Tom whispered in my ear.
“Good morning to you, too, sleepy head.”
Tom smiled before he leaned down and kissed me.
“Go pack a bag for 1 day and 2 nights. We leave in a few hours.”
“What? What do you mean? Our anniversary is tomorrow we can’t be leaving town! What about our reservations!?”
“Yes we can. I already cancelled them. This is your present. Now run along and get packed.”
“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise. Pack stuff to sleep in, clothes for warm weather and a nice dress.”
“LA, Tom?! You’ve taken me to LA!?”
“Yes… is that okay?”
“More than okay! The cold weather was driving me insane! Now come on, we have to get to our hotel!”
Tom had called an Uber to pick us up from the airport and it drove us to a beautiful hotel.
“Oh, Tom! This is amazing!”
“Thank you, beautiful. Now let’s go inside, order room service and then cuddle for the rest of the night. Tomorrow is a big day!”
Tom and I spent the night shoving our faces with pizza and watching Friends on TV. I eventually fell sleep while laying in his lap. I was briefly brought back into consciousness when I felt arms pick me up and place me onto our bed. I felt Tom slide in next to me and press a kiss to my temple.
“I do hope tomorrow goes as planned.” I hear him whisper before he snuggles his face in the crook of my neck and falls asleep.
“Tom, this food is delicious! How did you even get reservations to this place on Valentine’s Day!? And so quickly!?”
“Uh, hello? I’m Spider-Man. Far better and superior to Bee-Man.”
I laughed and felt Tom grab my hand across the table.
“We better hurry up and finish. I still have one surprise left for you.”
I smiled over at Tom as he pointed to his watch that I had given him this morning. He had been wanting it for a while. His parents told me they were getting it for him for Christmas so I didn’t buy it for him but then they accidentally ordered the wrong one. So, I bought him the right one for our anniversary.
Tom paid the bill and grabbed my hand. He drug me out the door and down the street.
“Where are we going!?”
After about 20 minutes of walking, we were met with a cab at the bottom of a giant hill. Tom opened the door for me and I got inside. Tom came in next to me and the cab began to drive. The drive up the hill was beautiful.
When we reached the top, I was met with a beautiful white building.
“Tom, what is this place?”
“You ask too many questions. Just follow me.”
Tom held my hand as he walked up to the door.
“And this is where I blindfold you.”
I was cut off by Tom shushing me and placing a piece of cloth over my eyes and tying it. Tom grabbed my hand and led me inside. He guided me through the building very well but still managed to bump into a few things causing both of us to laugh. Finally, I heard a door open and close.
“You can take it off, now.”
I slid the blindfold off my eyes and gasped at what I saw.
Tom and I were standing in a giant black room, surrounded by stars and tiny planets.
“Welcome to the City of Stars.” Tom whispered in my ear before a soft piano sound started playing. Tom circled around me and held his hand out.
As soon as I took it, he pulled me into his chest and placed my hand on his shoulder before he placed his on my lower back.
Tom began to lead me around the the floor, spinning me, dipping me, and lifting me to the sound of the music.
As we danced, I looked around at all the stars and planets that seemed to be dancing with us. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I hadn’t even noticed that Tom had stopped dancing.
“Which one do you think Bee-Man and his slightly less beautiful version of you live on?”
I smiled at Tom and left his side to walk around the planetarium. I scanned over every star before one in particular stood out.
“That one.” I said, as I pointed to it.
I felt Tom slide his arms around my waist from behind as we looked at the star.
“Well, then that one’s yours.” Tom said as he held a certificate out to me.
“Yup. All we have to do is right down its location, give it a name and sign this document and then it’s yours. So, what do you want to name this shinning star in the Pegasus constellation?”
“The City of Stars.”
Tom smiled and pulled me into a passionate kiss as the piano music came to and end around us.
glassofwhiskey: Just ran across this shot of this beautiful man and I and I had to share it. There’s a story behind this shot. This day. I remember it like it was yesterday. Memories are funny that way. This was the first day back to work after falling head first in love with my wife. Feeling the heat of the Albuquerque sky as I told him about what had happened to me that past weekend. I went on and on about what I was feeling and he interrupted me and asked me a question. He said “Do you put the moon and the stars in the sky for her”? I said I hope so. You don’t know?!? You must know. I called her and he asked her himself and then he sang to her. It was incredible. That’s the type of man that he is. Loud bark and no bite who wears his heart on his sleeve. He’s also a huge romantic so that’s why he wanted to put us on the spot. A couple of years later I asked him to read a poem at our wedding. He asked me if I had one in mind and I said that I wanted him to choose one. I know it will be perfect. And it was. I love this picture. I love this man. Jonathan Banks you beautiful beast you, I miss you every single day