that this would amuse me so

A Cheesy Line for Every Situation

Rating: T

Summary: A dangerous idea began to form in Ray’s head.  “Tell ya what, if you’re so desperate to entertain, we can always play a little game.”  She leaned in closely so their lips were only a breath apart.  “Try to actually amuse me and I’ll throw you a bone for once, ‘kay?” 

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Originally posted by neighbourhood-hyung


Based on the prompt: “Your boyfriend is right here!”

(from the drama, Goblin, as most of you will know. As requested!)

Performing Arts AU, a jealous Yoon (help).


“You’re doing this just to get back at me, aren’t you?’’ Seungyoon muttered.

She wasn’t going to deny it, but Seungyoon spoke some truth. Surely there was jealousy fizzing through the rants he insisted on and it was all a little too amusing that she couldn’t just let it end so quick.

Being the one that made it into such a big deal, she was aware of what he had meant.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Seungyoon.” She held a frustratingly straight face, biting back a laugh that would shatter the oblivious front she put on.

“You ignored me for days, refused my calls and told me to get myself a new girlfriend.”

Her lips twitched, a smile dangerously threatening her as Seungyoon prompted the memory of not too long ago. She would’ve never believed it if she told herself back then that she would find it anywhere near entertaining.

“Come on, you know that it doesn’t mean anything.” Seungyoon scurried after her, almost crashing into the door she tried to slam on the way in.

“You’re not the only one who plays the guitar, Seungyoon. She could’ve asked someone else to give her lessons in private.”

Exasperated, she turned around to level him a death stare and for a second or two Seungyoon wrecked his brain for something that could fire back her awfully true remark.

The Music Club had plenty of skilled guitarists, and Seungyoon liked to think he’s the best looking out of the bunch. But perhaps he should hold the thought for now. Not when she’s ready to kill him in cold blood.

‘’And that’s just what it was. A guitar lesson.” He swallowed nervously.

‘’In private. With that skimpy cheerleading outfit of hers! She was practically on your lap!”

Seungyoon could only blink, taking in the shrill chiding with his tongue in a twist. ‘’I know it’s hard to believe but she really did slip and by some miracle fell-”

‘’I’m sorry, by some what now? A miracle? You are unfuckingbelievable.” She glared at him like he just grew another head.

“Shit. I didn’t mean it that way!”

And she liked to think that she was just helping a friend out when she saw a post on the campus bulletin, offering guitar lessons for extra cash. She took up the offer, out of pure intentions and totally not to spite her boyfriend.

She just happened to forget to mention that it was none other than Taehyun, aka the heartthrob, theatre kid.

“Out of anyone else, I should be the first person you go to for guitar lessons!” Seungyoon groaned, eyes scampering after her movements as she packed her things ready to go.

“Sorry, it must have slipped my mind.” She bit the inside of her cheeks, making sure to turn away before he could catch her smiling from ear to ear.

“It’s his goddamn eyebrows isn’t it?“ He asked flatly.

“No. It’s how he won’t distract me and actually teach me a thing or two.” She pressed, tone playfully accusing that she knew would only rile Seungyoon up even further.

“You make me nervous and happy and not to mention that you turn me on and it’s confusing as fuck sometimes.” He said, jaw clenched as he ran his hand through his hair in irritation.

“Nice to know. Now excuse me, I have a guitar lesson to go to.” She threw him a lukewarm smile, adjusting her bag over her shoulder and Seungyoon could only stare in disbelief.

“Your boyfriend is right here! I can teach you the damn thing!” His brows furrowed to a frown as he pleaded, and she softened before she knew.

“What boyfriend? Where? Who?” She teased, helplessly giving into that damn pout of his.

“You’re unbelievable.”  


Greetings from Tokyo

Taking a tea and rest break while daughter and her friends go to a Pokemon shop. Went to Harijuku earlier..very fun place. I’ll deffo go back to Tokyo and stay in that area next time, not where we are currently based..Shinjuku.

Managing to get around but I really would prefer to return with better knowledge of Japanese.

Anyway..thinking of you guys fondly.

This IS a Simblr and I know some folks hate to see other people’s vac-cay pix so if anyone would like to see some pix from HK and my short side trip to Tokyo, PM me and i’ll send you links to privately posted pic sets as I put them up. I tend to get pix of non-touristy stuff I find amusing/ interesting (or inspiring for Sims builds or decor).

As far as comparisons, Tokyo versus HK..I’ll keep that to private posts or PMs for the curious.


I return June 6th.

My Mum and I get invited to lunch or dinner once a week by a good friend of ours. Mostly on weekend, he lets me decide if I want to eat Italian, Asian or something else, and then we go there.

My absolute favorite is a little Italian restaurant in our town. Not only because the food there is so tasty it should be illegal, but also because there is that one elderly waiter – Italian himself- who always makes my day.

The first time we went to that restaurant, we were not served by that guy, though, but by a younger, unlikeable young waiter. He didn’t greet us, brought the wrong drinks and didn’t once smile or anything.

The whole time, I felt quite uncomfortable around him, but I got a glimpse of that elderly waiter in the background, watching with a frown. He caught my interest because he looked just as uncomfortable by the younger’s display as I did.

And then, the young one made one last misstep – he turned towards my Mum and said, “What does the boy want to eat?”

There was a long pause where we all exchanged confused gazes, before I said, slowly but clearly, “I’m a girl, sir.”

(I wasn’t angry, mind you. It happens quite a lot to me – I close to never wear tight clothes, my hair is cut short and I never wear makeup. I see where it’s coming from, really.)

But what came then made me grit my teeth, because instead of being baffled or even embarrassed, the guy looked at me and said, “You’re kidding me, right?”

Before I could say anything – or calm my mum, because she gasped loudly in outrage – the elder waiter swooped in, bristling as he basically tore into the younger one. I couldn’t understand what he said, because he talked Italian the whole time, but my Mum later said that he had been outraged that “A beautiful young Signorina” just as me had been insulted like that.

All in all, it didn’t take very long until the young waiter vanished back in the kitchen and the elder waiter turned towards me, basically bowed to me and apologized over and over again. “I’m so sorry, Signorina, that you had to hear that! Please accept my sincere apology…!”

“No, please,” I managed, not knowing if I should be embarrassed or amused by the sight of him being so dramatic. “This happens a lot to me, please, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Ah, Signorina, such a gentle soul you are!”

At that point, I laughed out loud because he beamed at me with such a delight, it was just funny how passionate he was about all that.

Since then, the dear waiter always insisted on being the one who catered to us whenever we come to this restaurant. I didn’t complain at all, and also my mum and our friend were quite amused by that. The elderly man would take my jacket off, pull my chair back for me and give me a kiss on the hand once we left again, insisting that I had to be treated like “the gentle and nice Singorina” I am.

Honestly, such behavior is strange to me, since I didn’t really grow up with gentlemen, but I let him have his fun, since he always pouted when I wouldn’t let him tend to me. It was his way of showing me his respect, and if that was what he wanted, I would let him.

Today, we went there for lunch, but I wasn’t really looking forward to it. I was still deep in thought about school and that dumb group project, and the only reason I did leave the house at all was because my Mum basically pleaded me to do so.

So I was kind of staring into the air instead of making conversation, and didn’t even realize that I had taken off my jacket alone before the waiter could help me.

Once my mum left to go to the toilet and our friend went back to his car because he had forgotten his wallet there, I was startled by the waiter appearing next to me, putting down a little plate with chocolates on the table next to me.

I blinked, frowning. “Excuse me, but we didn’t order that.”

“Ah, but Signorina,” he winked at me, smiled crookedly. “That’s a little present on the house.”

I managed a little smile, thanking him.

He hummed, refilling my glass and explaining. “I missed your smile today, Signorina.”

“I’m sorry. I’m a bit… lost in thought, I guess.”

“We can’t have that, no, no.”

I shot him a glance, guessing that he was already planning something again, but he just took my order with a wide smile and disappeared in the kitchen again.

Let’s just say that he exceeded himself that day.

The pizza I ordered was not round as usual – somehow, he had managed to convince the chef to make it heart-shaped this time. In between bits of conversation, he would appear at our table, refill the little plate with chocolates again and again, shooting me a grin every time. And when I followed my Mum out of the restaurant, he waited already at the door, surprising me with a bowl full of chocolate mousse – “on the house”, he explained with a wink.

Etiquette or whatever be damned – I straight out hugged him then and there. And based on his delighted laughter and him cheering “There is your smile, Signorina!” I don’t think he really minded.

Honestly, bless this angel of a person, please. Bless him and all his descendants.

The One That Got Away

by reddit user bookshelfghost

Lily Harrison and I met at a graduation party when we were eighteen. As soon as I walked into the house, her bubbling laughter caught my attention. I couldn’t help but grin because it was so contagious, and she’d noticed. Already a couple drinks in, she pointed right at me and shouted, “Hey. You’re cute. Come be my partner.” 

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Was playing around with a few more ideas, so that means it’s time for more Bendy doodles!

First two (with the first panel referencing Kiki’s Delivery Service a little) are based on a conversation me and one of my friends had about the Bendy plushies in the game. I might come back to this, but we both found some amusement in the idea of Bendy growing really attached to the plushies, and probably would’ve been more than happy to accept a plushie as an offering on one of the pedistals.

3rd picture was based off of a chat that was going on during SquigglyDigglyDoo’s stream. I don’t remember exactly how it went, but I think I asked if she ever drew Bendy in one of Mickey’s costumes before. So that got me to thinking about which costume I would’ve put Bendy in.

The last few doodles are sort of inspired by @doodledrawsthings. They did a few images of a hypothetical redesign for Bendy, and so I thought it would be fun to play around with this idea, too. I kinda like how it turned out, though I’m still debating if I want to keep playing around with this idea more.

Watch Me Babygirl [pt.3]

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Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: slight language


“Thanks for the ride Tae,” you said, giving his arm a squeeze before sliding out of the car.

You walked up your drive and unlocked the door, giving Taehyung a wave before you slipped inside. He always waited until you were in the house to drive away which never failed to make you smile. He was sweet, you had to admit.

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Loki’s New Nickname

Originally posted by wandering-in-hopeless-night

Warnings: Immense fluff, cutesie whipped cream and strawberries and chocolate syrup fights, tackling onto to the kitchen tiles, awkward choking on food, SMUT, fingering, hand jobs, oral, (female receiving) lovey dovey loki

A/N: The wonderful Delilah ( @papi-chulo-bucky ) helped me write some of the smut for this, i became bloody clueless. the (*)  in certain parts of Loki’s speech is a quote (linked)  I’ve used from a blog I found, (trust my you’ll like the sound of it)

Word count:  4812

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You were wondering around the tower, a book in hand and your reading glasses in the other. You had just finished a sparring session with Steve, showering and then putting on some lounging clothes; a baggy vest and some pyjama shorts with some fuzzy socks.

Times had changed with the Avengers; grudges were slowly dissipating, mutual dislike turned to civility and Thor and Loki had become loving brothers once more.

Loki was usually isolated in his own mind, he was a social vampire when it came to gatherings; you wouldn’t get a word out of him unless you invited him into the conversation. He became a good man- it took him a while to earn the trust of the people around him and it took him a while to learn how to control his powers to use them for reasonable purposes.

Everyone was still skeptical about him, though, especially Clint. The whole mind control back in New York made the man uneasy and on guard constantly. Natasha had to keep distracting him whenever Loki joined everyone in the living area, for the man shot imaginary arrows in his general direction.

You had reached said living area and you heard howling laughter. You peaked around to see everyone laughing, apart from Loki.

“What’s going on guys?” You questioned, placing your book on the stand next to where the god was sitting.

“We’ve given Loki a new nickname.” Tony snorted. You rolled your eyes, knowing it wasn’t going to end well.

“And what would this nickname be, exactly?” You arched your brow at them whilst crossing your arms across. The guys, especially Tony and Sam, kept doing shit like this and it annoyed you to no end. You wanted Loki to feel welcome here, and they were making that impossible for him.

Horny.” You heard Loki mutter softly. You turned and looked at him then, emerald eyes meeting your wide ones. “Because of my helmet…What does it even bloody mean?” You kept hearing snorts of laughter in front of you and sneered at the two ‘grown ups’, but you had to stop yourself from giggling.

“Y'know you’re real funny, Tony, Sam, whoever made the nickname needs to grow up.” You picked up your book and sat next to man on the leather couch. “Just ignore them, Loki, they’re children in adult skin.” You whispered softly.

“I still want to know what it means, though.” He mumbled to himself, he shifted slightly and his arm brushed against yours, the coolness of his skin behind the thin material of his t-shirt making goosebumps rise upon your skin. “What are you reading, Y/N?”

“Oh, I’m reading The Rise and Fall of the Krays. Yeah, it’s a true story about two really famous gangsters in East London back in the… 1950’s? I think? Let me double check,” You placed a finger between the pages so you didn’t lose yours, and flipped the book to look at the blurb on the back. “Ah, the 50’s AND the 60’s. I was close.” Loki gave you a small smile and returned to looking out of the window.

You sat in a comfortable silence for a while, the sound of soft breathing and distant conversations filling your ears, that is, until Tony piped up.

“We’re all going out in 10 minutes, wanna join, Y/N? Or are you staying here with Horny?” The man chuckled.

You usually declined going out- the hustle and bustle of busy bodies and widely socializing making you rather uncomfortable. You scoffed at Tony’s childish words.

“I’m keeping Loki company, so no thank you, manchild.” You smiled sarcastically at Tony and then looked at Loki. You jumped ever so slightly when you noticed he was watching intently.

“You don’t have to, dear. Go out and have some… Midgardian…fun…” He cringed at word 'fun’. Loki wasn’t used to Earth, still, his idea of fun was pulling pranks and scaring the shit out of people.

“No, no, I’d like to stay here with you - don’t give me that look, Loki -” You were cut off when you heard multiple farewells, returning them briefly. “I don’t like crowds…or large parties that much.”

“Ah, I see. I hope I don’t bore you too much, petal.” You blushed at the nickname he gave you. You and Loki had grown closer during his time at the tower; small talk turned into full blown conversations, boring nights turned into ones where you could bask in each others company for hours, no physical contact became small, innocent touches, but he was still very timid, though.

You shot up from your seat, heading towards the kitchen area, you felt the pang of hunger reside in your stomach, so you had to eat at least something to make it go away.

“Loki, would you like something to eat? I might make some waffles.” You received a hum and a soft 'please’ from him. You quietly turned to see him take a peek at your book and you smiled slightly.

You soon finished cooking, 4 waffles in total. You plucked needed confections out of the cupboards and fridge; chocolate syrup, whipped cream, strawberries.

Before you ushered Loki over, you connected your phone to the sound system and played some music. The place was silent, so you wanted to change that. You skipped through your music list, fist bumping the air as soon as you found ‘No Scrubs’ by TLC. It was one of your favourite as a young teen and you swayed to the beat whilst happily mumbling the lyrics.

“Loki, come get your waffles!” You hollered, the tall god swiftly made his way over the the kitchen, sitting at one of the stools by the island.

“I must admit, petal, I’ve never had these before.” You gasped at his confession, awestruck that he had never tasted the sweet food before.

“Oh, gosh, Loki. Here- try some of mine, I’ve got strawberries, chocolate and whipped cream. I promise, it’s really nice!” You urged, you took some on your fork and held it up to him. “Taste it.”

He timidly leaned forward and took the food from your fork, his teeth baring. As he chewed you saw his eyes roll back with a moan. You bit your lip as you saw his head roll back, exposing the fair skin of his slender neck.

“Lord, if I ever knew how good these tasted, I’d have them everyday. May I?” He gestured towards the confectionery on the table, you replied with a ‘of course’ before you dug into your own, you done good.

A soft tune came on, and you recognised it to be one of Hans Zimmer’s masterpieces. You always played his music whenever you and Loki basked in the late night silences, it relaxed him and helped him focus whilst he read, he told you.

“Could you please tell me the definition of ‘horny’ now, Y/N?” You choked on what you were halfway swallowing.

“U-um, yes, okay, er…” You stuttered, you really wanted to save Loki the embarrassment, but it felt like you were the one in said state.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?” Loki muttered, shoveling more waffle into his mouth.

“No- it’s just crude.” You grimaced. “It means a-aroused…” The clatter of Loki’s fork on his plate startled you out of your embarrassed dazed.

“Well, Stark is in for a thorough beating, dare I say. Not only is he humiliating me, but he’s insulting my helmet-” He stopped when he noticed you staring at him in shock, scared he would lash out and break any plates.

You noticed his amused gaze upon your face, he started to chuckle lightly.

“W-What? Loki, what’s so funny?” You laughed as you cocked an arched brow at him.

Seeing him so happy made your chest swell and a smile tug at your lips. Loki found it difficult to let loose, for he was almost on edge all the time, worrying that if he took his mind off of reality for just a second, something bad would happen.

Your eyes widened as you watched Loki swiped cream across your nose, you let out a shriek as you watched his hand dip into the little scoop of cream and swipe across your cheek, creating a giant line of the white substance.

“You…You’ve got a little something right here, Y/N,” Loki spoke, but this time, his voice was deep with seriousness. His eyebrows furrowed as his gaze focused on your mouth. You watched as his finger gently touched your lip, before smearing more of the cream over your mouth.

You gasped as you felt the cream on your face, but this time he wasn’t getting off the hook. With a sudden burst of confidence, you lunged forward and with all your might, tackled him to the ground. You both landed onto the kitchen tiles with a loud thud, knocking over the stools that were beside you in the process.

“Oof!” Loki wheezed, “Ooh, my head…” He winced, holding his large hand to his head.

“Oh! Loki I-I’m so sorry!” you cried before getting to your knees and placing your hands on his shoulders. You peered down, trying to catch a glimpse of the spot he was holding, but instead was met with his trademark smirk. One that everyone knew meant trouble would soon follow.

‘Uh oh’ you thought. You immediately sat up straight, trying to make sense of why he would be looking at you that way. Before you could think, you felt two strong arms wrap around your body and pull you back onto the floor. He pinned you down with a strong arm before wiping more of the cream from your jaw to your neck. You gasped at the coldness of his slender fingers mingled with the cream and you wriggled underneath him, though he was tall and lithe he was heavy against your smaller form.

Loki managed to wipe more cream on you, not allowing you to escape from his strong grasp. His arm slipped and he accidentally wiped some of the sweetness in the valley of your breasts, both of your breaths hitching.

Loki’s playful facade fell as soon as he caught a glimpse of the small opening of your vest, which gave a perfect -and might he add, amazing view of your breasts. His eyes focused on your body, taking in every single detail it had to offer. From your chest, to your hair, all the way down to your hips. Dare he admit it, but he was enchanted by you.

“Forgive me,” he spoke, his voice soft as his eyes met yours once again. “But you truly are…one mesmerizing creature, Y/N.”

You swore on every single star in the sky, you felt your heart swell with the sensation of longing. You slowly reached a small hand to move a stray piece of raven hair away from his face, your fingers lingering on his jaw a few moments longer than they should have.

Everything was a blur as you felt Loki’s cool lips against yours, the mingled taste of strawberries and cream lingering on the supple skin. You laced your fingers into his long hair and tugged him closer to you, pressing your lips harder upon his.

You were jerked back to reality when you felt him pull away.

“I- I’m sorry, Y/N, for being so bold.”

“Shut up and kiss me, Loki, I haven’t gotten sticky whipped cream and chocolate syrup over me for nothing.” You giggled, pulling him down once more. You moaned as you felt his cool tongue brush against your own, your hips unconsciously bucking to meet his in pure need. You squeaked when you felt cold fingers brush against your jaw, tilting your head to the side.

Loki’s lips left yours, placing feather light kisses against your skin in a pathway to your neck. As lips and tongue left a wet path in their wake as they lapped up the whipped cream left there, you whispered his name, the sound of your voice and the bucking of your hips against his made him groan.

“Do you have any idea how much I crave this? Crave you? The taste of you? The feel of you? (*) Oh, darling, I’ve had plenty of feelings for you since the beginning. So beautiful, so kind, compassionate. I hope my feelings are not unrequited.” Loki confessed, his mouth brushing the valley of your breasts ever so slightly, collecting the white sweetness with his tongue.

“L-Loki, I’ve had something inside me, yearning for you, for a while. I need you, please.”

With that, Loki stood up from the kitchen tiles, pulling you with him. Gently pushing you against the counter, his hands found your hips and hair, he couldn’t decide whether to bring you closer or push harder against your soft body.

You let out a small whimper as his hands slowly snaked their way down to your hips, his nails dragging along your flesh teasingly, making you suffer in the best way possible. Loki dipped his face until it was resting onto your shoulder and began pressing little kisses along your skin.

A small sigh escaped your lips as his kisses slowly began traveling to the flesh beneath your ear, his lips sucking just enough to get a reaction from you. His hands worked their way from your hips until they were resting on the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down slightly..

“So beautiful,” he whispered, his voice was deeper now, yet filled with a hint of sincerity.

You felt your pyjama shorts sliding down your thighs, before they pooled around your ankles with a small plop, leaving you only in your underwear and fuzzy socks. You hastily kicked thee shorts from around your feet and your socks, sending them flying to the side of the kitchen, before leaning back into Loki’s touch as a kitten does it’s owner.

“I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do this, my love.” He confessed as he began undressing himself, slipping off the dark sweater from his body and revealing his incredibly toned torso. One that you found yourself growing extremely wet at the sight of. Loki was beautiful, despite his differences from his brother. To you, he was perfection.

“Please,” you whispered, feeling his erection pressing into your bum through his jeans. You felt his hands slowly making their way to your vest and one by one, began to unbutton each of the little buttons.

“Have patience, my love.” he smirked as he fumbled with the final button on your vest, pulling it back and letting the material slide off of your shoulders and onto the floor beneath you both, revealing the soft bra underneath, Loki dragged his slender fingers across the fine lacework, admiring the beauty of such an undergarment.

You could hear his breath hitch as his hands finally rested on your breasts, his slender fingers massaged each of them softly. He dragged his thumb across your nipples, before giving each of them an experimental flick over the thin material of your bra. You arched into his touch, your mouth forming an O.

“Oh my,” you breathed as a wave of pleasure coursed through your body.

He let out a breathy chuckle as he pulled away, earning a small whine from you. Loki quickly rid himself of his remaining clothes, tossing them to the floor without a single care in the world, leaving him in only his tight boxer briefs, his hardness apparent under the thin material.

“So eager, yet you listen to me so well, come, my love. Follow me to my room.”

Bending over slightly, you hastily picked up both of your scattered clothes, trying not to make your rendezvous obvious to those who came back this way. As you straightened, you gasped as Loki turned you around and bent down, throwing you over his broad shoulder, taking you back to his room.

“You cheeky bastard!” You squealed as you felt a light spank to your backside.

“Tsk, tsk. Such profanity from a pretty little mouth like yours, Y/N.” You both laughed at this, you let your arms dangle over his back and you dragged your blunt nails across his flesh only slightly, and you felt him gasp at the sensation. You got a lovely view of his behind and you smiled to yourself.

You felt Loki’s hands grip your thighs, gently digging his nails into your soft flesh. You arrived at the door then- because your felt your feet brush against the solid door. Loki turned the handle and walked in swiftly, setting you down on your feet. He twisted his body and locked the door, you watched as the muscles in his back rippled with his movements and were completely lost in him.

You were brought out of your trance when you felt Loki’s plump lips brush against yours and feather light fingertips brush against your waist. You let your mouth go slack against his, allowing his tongue to brush against yours again, mirroring the actions in the kitchen. You trailed your hands up his forearms, to his broad shoulders and all the way up to his hair, tugging slightly.

Loki let out a soft groan against your mouth, sending vibrations right down to your throbbing heat. He hunched and dragged his hands to the back of your thighs, not once breaking your ongoing kiss, and hoisted you up against him, pushing you gently against his bedroom wall. The coolness making you shriek, making Loki pull back to look into your dilated pupils.

“I’m a frostgiant, love, I don’t need my room to be warm, you should know that already…” He mumbled, placing butterfly kisses into your neck. His erection was pulsing against your heat and you ground yourself down onto him, both sighing at the tasteful friction of his hard cock against the damp heat of your panties.

He pulled you off the wall then, setting you down onto the soft mattress of his bed. He nestled himself between your soft thighs and kissed you fervently. You became nervous; you had done this before, but this was a whole different atmosphere, Loki was different to the rest of the men you had slept with. He was powerful, dominant, he was from another fucking realm for god’s sake.

Loki could feel you tense against him, “I sense your unease, but I’ll be gentle, my love, I promise, there’s no other way I would want this, with you right now…” His words were silk as he spoke and he connected your lips in a passionate kiss that made your arch your back, keening for more of him against you, you shifted your calf around his waist, pulling his hips closer to yours, eliciting a sharp groan from his chest as he felt your soaked panties grind against his clothed cock.

You rocked against each other like ocean waves, his hips shifting against yours, finding that much needed friction, “My sweet girl, so good for me, buck your hips, let me feel you against me.” The soft spoken words against your lips sent shivers down your spine, making you arch your back into him, your clothed core grinding against his once more.

Your lips broke apart, green eyes stared into Y/E/C and you felt his fingers tug at the waistband of your underwear asking for permission, and you granted him just that by swiftly nodding your head, bringing his face down to yours, kissing him deeply.

As Loki dragged your panties down your legs, your squirmed in excitement, the feeling of his cold fingers against your scorching skin making you wetter and wetter by the second. Kicking your panties off your ankles, you felt Loki set himself between your thighs once more.

“Do you want my fingers inside you, petal?”

“Mmm, Loki- please, I need you.” You soon felt to slender fingers part your wet folds, rubbing gently from your entrance to your clit, and you moaned loudly at his touch. He spread your slickness throughout your heat and slipped a single finger inside your sex, languidly probing at your g-spot.

“Such a good girl, Y/N,” Loki muttered, watching you as your face contorted in pleasure, your teeth digging into your bottom lip.  “So wet, darling, so wet, all for me?” You hummed and threw your head back against the soft pillow as he inserted another finger, curling and dragging them in, out, in, out.

“L-Loki, keep going and I’m going to-to cum.” You choked. At these words Loki quickened the pace of his fingers whilst his other hand came to to toy with your sensitive clit, bringing you closer to climax, but as soon as you neared the brink he removed both hands from you, making you whine.

“You’ll cum around my tongue first, petal.” His voice was low, gravelly, and it made you take a deep breath, your chest heaved in anticipation as he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking your juices off of them whilst keeping his emerald eyes locked onto yours, the action was so erotic you couldn’t bare it.

He proceeded to kiss you then, the taste of yourself on his tongue as his hands reached behind you to rid you of your bra, flinging it across the room in haste. The cool air of his room made your nipples harden, making Loki take the chance to tweak and roll them between his fingers, making you take a sharp breath as you arched your back, yearning for more of his touch.

He shifted down the bed and used his large hands to part your thighs, his grip tight but gentle. He blew a soft puff of cold air on your heat and you jumped.

“You are a goddess, you deserve to be worshipped properly, pleasured like there is no more time in the world, let me give you this, Y/N.” You felt Loki’s tongue lick a thick stripe up your glistening folds. His tongue gently separated your lips, nudging the small sensitive nub that was your clit. You weaved your fingers through his thick, dark locks, tugging sharply.

You gasped, feeling the amazing sensation between your legs. You had your fair share of men please you throughout your life. You’ve had them try their hardest to touch you just right, eager to find what makes you tick. But none of them, no matter how hard they tried, could achieve what Loki was currently achieving at the moment. He made you crumble beneath his touch within seconds, and worshipped your body as if it were the last thing he would ever do on Midgard.

Your fingers weaved their way into his black locks again, gently tugging them as his lips connected with your clit gave a harsh suck. Your body, as if it had a mind of its own, arched off of the bed as he pleasured you, one of hands stayed gripping your hip as the other slithered its way up your abdomen, massaging each breast.

Loki pulled away suddenly and peered up at you, his mouth and chin glistening with your juices as he gave you a mischievous smirk. “Does that feel good, my love?”

“Hmm, yes, Loki-”

“That’s it, Y/N, say my name,” He intentionally groaned, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure straight through your clit and you tumbled down from the immense orgasm. You were a panting mess, writhing and yanking at his hair as you came down from your high.

“I-If that’s what your tongue can do I can’t imagine what your cock can-” Loki silenced you with his lips, the familiar taste of yourself lingering on his tongue. “No need for filthy words, Y/N” Loki muttered against the skin underneath your ear, he could feel hot precum leak from his painfully hard cock, it almost drove him insane.

You relaxed and draped your arms around his neck, basking in the temporary silence, the only sound being both your heavy breathing. You snaked your hands down towards his hips and you palmed him through the thin fabric of his briefs. A choked groan tumbled from his lips at the gentle feeling. You continued to rub your palm across the length of his erect cock through the thin fabric, making Loki buck his hips into your touch.

“You can take them off, love.” You hooked your thumbs into the thick waist band and slowly tugged them down, your small hand curved over his ass, squeezing slightly and giggling at his shocked reaction. Loki didn’t flinch when the cool air of his room brushed against his swollen length, and it didn’t surprise you; he was a frostgiant.

He kneeled and shifted his boxers down his legs because your arms couldn’t reach. His cock stood proud and tall against his pale abdomen, the pinkness of his head contrasting beautifully against the pale.

Loki hissed in pleasure as your warm hand wrapped around him, your fingers smearing the precum around his tip. You began jerking him slowly, squeezing him here and there.

You let him take over, and you spread your legs until you were completely exposed to Loki again. Your breaths came out in short little puffs as he hovered over you, his green eyes darkened with a lustful gaze. You felt your entire body humming with excitement as he reached between your bodies and grasped ahold of his cock and gently ran it along your glistening slit.

His eyes found yours once again, but this time, instead of the predatory, lustful gaze, it was filled with love and passion.

“My love, as much as I want you to take you now, have you any precaution?” Loki’s gaze was serious, and he was relieved when you murmured the words ‘I’m on contraception’.

With a languid thrust of his hips, Loki was sheathed completely inside of you. You took a moment and felt the fullness of him inside you.

Loki held one hand on your hip as the other caressed your jaw as he gazed at you.

“You are divine, my sweet girl, so beautiful. (*) I will take you. Slowly, softly. And then I will claim you. Swiftly, thoroughly. So much that you will cry out for more. Your gentle whispers of my name shall become ragged screams of exhilaration.” He claimed your lips with his he began to slowly thrust in and out of you, the lude sound of slickness along with the sound of heavy breathing engulfing your senses.

Your arms hooked under his and your nails dragged down his back, bucking your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Patience, remember what I said, Y/N.”

You became the opposite, you wanted him thrusting harder, deeper, faster, you needed him pounding into you. Your wishes came true as you felt Loki’s large cold hand inch your thigh above his slim hips. Loki began to quicken his pace, though he kept his grace and steadiness whilst sucking your lip into his mouth, his teeth nibbling at the soft flesh, bringing a groan to rise from your throat.

“Ah-aaahhh, Loki I-” You hissed through your teeth as you felt bottom out, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix, as he pulls out to push back in again, his head brushes against your g-spot. Loki anchors himself by threading his fingers into your hair and pulling- not too rough, and not gently either. His other hand ventures down towards your heat, his fingers begin to draw pressured circles around your bundle of nerves and you begin to writhe against him in pleasure.

“That’s it, my good girl, cum for me, yes, cum for me, Y/N.” You feel your walls clench around him as your orgasm approaches at his words, with a swift pinch to your clit with his cool fingers, you come undone around Loki’s cock, your muscles contracting against him, adding pressure to the thick vein on the underside, egging his own orgasm on.

“Ah, fuck, Y/N. You’re so good for me, petal, my goddess, let me see those beautiful eyes.” Loki’s face contorted with his orgasm, as yours did prior. You felt the hot, thick streams of cum fill you as he almost collapsed on top of you and it prolonged your own orgasm, making you scream his name.

As Loki pulled out of you, he peppered tender kisses over your shoulders and neck. He shifted to lean on his elbow to look at you in your naked glory, the sweat was apparent on both of your flesh, gleaming in the soft light emitted from the lamp next to your head. Loki stroked a single finger over the skin of your cheek.

“I don’t think I’ve loved anyone as much as I love you, Y/N. It’s such a foreign feeling.”

“It’s okay, I love you too, Loki,” You pulled on a strand of his hair playfully, a smile adorning your lips, “though, I think we should shower, my hair’s gone a bit sticky from the chocolate syrup…horny.

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YOI Fan Rec Friday

Hi! Thank you for all your requests this week! If you don’t see your rec, it means that it will be on next week’s list!

Rec’d by @theoneandonlyzoe and @streganicha:
Traslations on Ice series by Jenrose, Gen-Explicit, 101k (WIP)
The series begins with Victor’s point of view through the show, but then quickly moves into a post-season 1 continuation from several points of view.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Yu-topia Gentleman’s Club by Aradellia (CurtusPatronus), Teen, 45k (WIP)
Victor hadn’t exactly wanted the end of his long training day to finish at the bottom of a glass alongside his friend Chris, however he hadn’t expected Chris to drag him to a strip club, of all places. Of course, he also hadn’t expected to be introduced to one of the most alluring and blinding dancers he had ever seen in his life.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
You Set My Heart on Fire by whelvenwings, Teen, 34k 
Everyone has a soulmate. And everyone sees any marks on their soulmate’s skin appear on their own body; it starts with the first marks, drawn on by the midwife at birth. Not everyone is lucky enough to have a soulmate who replies, but Yuuri does, and he knows that he should feel fortunate - however, when he’s trying to make a living as a small-time painter, and his soulmate is the famous artist, Viktor Nikiforov… well, it seems slightly less than fortunate.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
heartbeat by shizuoh, Mature, 9.2k (WIP)
the warm bodies au where zombie viktor falls for human yuuri

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Rec’d by @xxxbladeangelxxx :
I Saw Your Reflection in the Waters of my Heart by Saingirl101, Explicit, 26k (WIP)
“I know it can be a lot to take in.” Viktor said with amusement clear in his voice.
“I don’t understand.” Yuuri said quaking slightly under Viktor’s gaze and warm hands, “Why would you ever want to meet someone like me?” He looked down. “I’m nothing special.”
Viktor’s brows pinched together as he let out a breath as if in disbelief, his head tilted slightly so the light of the moon reflected in his horns. “I have never thought of you as anything but extraordinary, Yuuri.”

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Rec’d by anonymous:
wires by mizbritishnyxian, Gen, 5.7k (WIP)
Viktor doesn’t go to Japan. He has a season off, mourns for a love he never had, and wonders if continuing is even worth it anymore. Maybe, somehow, he’ll find the one he’d fallen for. And maybe, somehow, he’ll be able to convince himself that they’re in love with him.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Can You Hear My Heartbeat? by HQ_Wingster, Teen, 67k (WIP)
Whether it’s the tremolo of a note ringing out in the distance or a splendid duet between two individuals, music had a way of bringing people together. Music had a way of tearing things apart. Music had a way to express an open heart. Music had a way of gutting a life until everything bled.For one individual, music was his world. For music, it reunited a part of the world that he thought he had lost.

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Rec’d by @bookfreaksworld :
Seventh Heaven (The Lion and the Eagle) by NinjaMatty, Mature, 70k (WIP) **Graphic depictions of violence 
The war is over. Katsuki Yuuri just wants to go home and forget about it all. But his heroics brought him the unwanted attention of the Emperor of his nation. As a thanks for his bravery, he is gifted an Omega barbarian. He tries to be positive about it, but the present ends up being a poisoned gift indeed. Is keeping Viktor worth the trouble?

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Senescence by Katyaton, Teen, 9k (WIP)
Life hadn’t been fair to either Viktor or Yuuri - A chance accident after the Sochi Grand Prix was all it took to irrevocably change both of their lives for good. However, when an innovative technology emerges that promises life after death, it seems they may have the chance to make everything right, despite the distance and years that have kept them apart.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
And we’ll keep moving, me & you by Natsumi, Mature, 3.8k (WIP)
Saint Petersburg is cold, Victor is busy, and Yuuri worries. Until he doesn’t anymore.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
we were together; i forget the rest by TrumpetGeek, Teen, 2k (WIP)
It’s in the moments between sleeping and waking, when he becomes conscious of Yuuri in his bed and in his arms -soft moments just before sunrise when he can hold out his hand and admire the way the gold creates shadows on his skin.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
I’m Right Here by merigold, Gen, 8.7k
Yuuri’s sick. Viktor’s more than a little charmed at the chance to take care of him.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Fondue by BastetCG, elenathea, Mature, 55k (WIP)
Male dancers are not supposed to dance en pointe. Yuuri knows that. Everyone knows that. But he can’t help but want to. He wants to be graceful and beautiful and float across the stage. And if he can find the confidence to explain that to Viktor, Viktor might just be able to help.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Forgotten Memories by Otakugirl1228, Teen, 12k (WIP)
In this world there are such things as soulmates, a persons one true love. You will know when you meet them the clock on your wrist will stop at zero, and your entire world will fill with color for the first time. But what if your soulmate didn’t have either of these things happen to them? 

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Katsuki Floating Bicycle Shop by turtleduck, Gen, 1.2k
Victor likes Yuuri’s family’s cute little bicycle shop. He likes the view, the colors, and the fresh air. But mostly he likes Yuuri. Up on the floating island that is the shop, he finds the two of them stuck in their own little world.

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Rec’d by @saltprincevictor:
Tenebrae by unexpectedtrash, Explicit, 5.9k (WIP) CW: Religious content
Viktor is on his way to ordination. Yuuri is a novice Jesuit, devoted to music and to his order. They love God with all their heart, all their strength, and with all their mind

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Open up and See by rabidgopher, Not Rated, 2.9k (WIP)
In which Victor is in love with a stranger on the internet, and barely knows the boy who runs that rival bookstore.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Forged by Fire by Judchen, Teen, 4.2k (WIP)
Duelling is a form of art reserved only for nobility. With the help of Viktor, Yuuri plans to change that.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
An Honest Accident by undermyumbreon, Gen, 3.2k
After Yuuri completes his Short Program in a figure skating competition, he finds that he didn’t exactly finish it perfectly. Victor tries to comfort Yuuri and help him work through the embarrassment.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Unintentionally Yours by articas_ursula, Teen, 8.8k (WIP)
Yuri foolishly barges in right before Yuuri’s heat starts; Victor attacks him, thinking Yuri wants to steal his mate; Yuuri nearly kills Victor for harming “their pup”; Yuri just wants his skates back. We will proceed from there.

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Rec’d by @saltprincevictor:
Without fear, without metaphor by reginar, Teen, 6k (WIP)
Yuuri was never one to use more words than necessary. Underutilized it, even, his family and friends would remark. Still, there was a certain relief that came with easy communication. Then he started wanting to use words for more. He even ran his mouth quite a few times in the past months, much to his embarrassment. And he quietly admitted to himself that it came with the sudden barrage of Victor Nikiforov into what he expected to be peaceful life and probable retirement in his hometown.  

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The love behind a mask by Porkcutletkitty, Explicit, 5.3k (WIP)
Yuuri could still remember everything about the mysterious skater, who’s true identity was hidden behind immaculate masks. He remembered how kind and caring the man was and how it felt as if time itself would stop and stare when the man held him in his embrace. He also remembers how that world crumbled into dust when the mysterious man disappeared without so much as a kiss goodbye. It seemed that all traces of the man were gone from existence and yet four simple words brought Yuuri’s world into shambles.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
hailing frequencies by carnivores, Explicit, 5.3k (WIP)
In which Yuuri goes to Starfleet Academy, falls in love, stops a war, meets his soulmate, becomes a Communications Officer, and gets engaged. But not necessarily in that order. Also, Phichit seduces a Vulcan. Because of course he does.

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Rec’d by @yuurioniceismylife :
Stay the Night by Shadow_sensei, Mature, 6.3k 
Yuuri Katsuki spends a week sleeping at an old hotel in St. Petersburg, expecting nothing more than a comfortable bed and a clean bathroom. Instead, he makes a mysterious encounter with a man he can neither see nor hear, who can only communicate with him by writing in the dust, and whose identity is only divulged to Yuuri within his dreams.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Changing Shapes by stardropdream, Explicit, 14k
Yuuri thinks about kissing Victor again and starting over from square one. But Yuuri knows that Victor’s stamina isn’t as robust as Yuuri’s own, and he doesn’t quite feel bold enough to make demands while in Victor’s bed. But now that Yuuri is getting semi-regular sex, he finds that he really can’t stop thinking about it most of the time. 

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Rec’d by @exile-wrath and @umadosedefanta:
That Old Time Religion by Tawabids, Teen, 57k **Graphic depictions of violence
Yuuri is pretty sure that when an impossible stranger turns up and tells you he’s the god of victory, it doesn’t matter how good-looking he is. The moment he asks you to abandon your mortal life and come back to his mountain kingdom with him, you turn around and walk away.

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Rec’d by @ainiyuku:
For you, Falling by LiaoftheDawn, Gen, 5.4k
Yuuri’s uneventful evening took a sudden and unexpected twist after his friend and crush Victor Nikiforov came throwing pebbles at his window, eyes sparkling, smile bright with the promise of a surprise. “Surprising Yuuri is my thing after all, right?”

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Rec’d by anonymous:
An Autobiographical Account of the Gross Misfortune of a Japanese Economics Student by NotTheTomato, Teen, 6.4k
In which Yuuri has a Flair for the Dramatic™, there is sexually-charged academic debate, and cravats flutter in the rain - defying physics, but looking amazing.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
A Dog is for Life by teamJNPR, Explicit, 6k (WIP)
Never quite over Vicchan’s death, Yuuri has avoided getting a new dog. So when Phichit coerces him into dog-sitting for famous chef Victor Nikiforov, Yuuri is reluctant.But now Phichit’s made a promise, and Yuuri can’t back out now.(Victor, on the other hand, is ecstatic to find his new dog-sitter is this cute)

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Rec’d by anonymous:
One Hour Photo by youaremarvelous, Teen, 8k (WIP)
It takes an hour to develop photos, but it’ll probably take longer for something to develop between Viktor and the oblivious but cute cashier boy.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
blood is thicker than by icanhinatashouyoutheworld, Teen, 11k (WIP)
“You might be Yuri’s biological parent, Mr. Nikiforov. But I’m his father. If Yuri wants to go with you, that’s one thing,” Yuuri Katsuki’s voice flows quiet and dangerous into the room “but if he doesn’t, don’t think that you’re taking my child away from home,”

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Rec’d by anonymous and @i-am-here-with-stupid:
Signs of Love by dia_dove, Explicit, 122k
After being discovered by his peers as an omega, Yuuri runs from the world of figure skating. It’s only to see his friend skate that he returns to the rink one more time. When he runs into skater and alpha Viktor Nikiforov, his body reacts in a way that neither he nor Viktor expect.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Drive by proantagonist, Explicit, 12k (WIP)
A story in which two sets of best friends road trip across America together.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Ways in Which Yuuri Tries to Play Off a Love Confession by fuxked, Gen, 3.5k (WIP)
A collection of ways in which yuuri tries to play off accidentally confessing his love to Viktor in various settings.

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Rec’d by @theneverendingpurplesky:
(Don’t) Ring the Wedding Bells by cuttlemefish, Explicit, 31k (WIP)
As (loosely) inspired by real life, this is the wedding reception AU (you didn’t ask for, but will get) in which Yuuri Katsuki catches the bride’s bouquet and (shortly after) gets smashed at a wedding reception, then dirty dances with his best friend, (sort of) seduces a (hot) platinum-haired trust-fund baby named Viktor, and ends up being hounded for his identity (by said trust-fund baby and his friends and family) on social media.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
we are lost, but we are not gone by persephoneggsy, Mature, 26k (WIP)
The Dollhouse deals in fantasy, but Victor Nikiforov just needs one night. At least, until he finds himself wanting more. And it’s all because of Eros, the beautiful Active that’s consumed his every thought.

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Rec’d by @mariellis1d:
Grinkov by waldorph, Teen, 5.3k **Major character death
The 2022 Olympics were Yurio’s to lose.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Blackbird by sixpences, Mature, 102k **Graphic depictions of violence
The year is 1942, and Europe is at war. Captain Victor Nikiforov, an intelligence operative for the NKVD, has been trapped in Berlin by the German invasion of the USSR. Posing as a Nazi industrialist, his days are spent charming information out of Axis diplomats to try and keep the Red Army fighting another day. Yuuri Katsuki, a foreign-educated bureaucrat in the Japanese Embassy, has secrets of his own concealed beneath his unremarkable demeanour. When he uncovers Victor’s real identity, it will alter the course of both of their lives forever.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Never Look Away by gabapple, mamodewberry, Mature, 108k (WIP)
Everything Viktor knows and loves is tangled up in the world of competitive skating- a world that, for him, is quickly coming to an end. Standing at the precipice of the inevitable, he must decide how his tale unfolds: should he retire into quiet obscurity? Allow himself to be eaten alive by the younger, more vicious competition?

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Rec’d by @glass-o-lemonade:
Forever Love by shadhahvar, Gen, 5.9k **Major character death
After a long and happy married life with each other, Yuuri and Victor have raised a daughter together, seen her married, and witnessed the birth of their first grandchild. When illness takes Victor away from Yuuri too soon (ever would be too soon), Yuuri is left to work through grief and make the most of his life until he sees Victor again.

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Rec’d by @roseus-jaeger:
You have a Brother!? by RoseusJaeger, Teen, 3.6k
Katsuki Yuuri thought his date with Victor to the park would be peaceful until a very familiar-looking man decides to crash it.In addition, Victor gets hospitalized and Yuuri finds himself grateful this stranger showed up in their lives.

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Rec’d by @infinitely-skybound:
On Matters of the Heart by infinite_imagination, Teen, 15k (WIP)
In a world where magic is rare and soulmarks even rarer, Yuuri, the youngest prince of Hasetsu, has somehow managed to be born with both. His name means strength and courage, but he doubts he is enough to become worthy of his soulmate, or if he even wants them.


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Finding you

Originally posted by taesscripts

Words: 5992

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut

It has pretty much everything but there is a point where there will be smut so if you don’t fancy something like that you can just skip the part.

Description: Your cousin gave you a gift. It’s a pen, a pen that whatever you write upon your skin with it will also appear on your soulmate’s. Silly stuff, how can what you write with a stupid pen appear on your soulmate’s skin?

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A Roll of the Dice

Miraculous Ladybug fanfiction/oneshot

Word Count: 10,254

Rating: Teen for sin

Pairings: Marichat/Adrienette

Summary: Alya gives Marinette a pair of adult love dice for her 18th birthday. Later that night, Chat Noir suggests to Marinette that they play a game with them to see if they work.

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(Also, a li’l snippet under the cut if you want the full conversation since I hate handwriting lots of dialogue in these things :) Rated T for language and references to sex. McReyes is mentioned.)

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What Jace and Magnus as flatmates would entail: 

  • “Why exactly do you need Shadowhunter hair … are you sure Alec wouldn’t be willing to donate?” 
  • Magnus is too good of a person to continue to allow Jace to only wear black, heavens know the boys complexion would look excellent in red perhaps a deep magenta. 
  • Jace and Magnus’ expressions of horror every time one of Magnus’ clients come in and mistake Jace as the Shadowhunter he’s dating. 
  • Sparring matches. So many sparring matches. 
  • Magnus had been sure of one thing when meeting Jace Wayland, he wore the arrogance of a shadowhunter like a crown. But when he see’s the way that Jace tends to the others injuries, the wariness in his gaze, the lightness in his touch, he realizes there is much more to the golden boy.
  • Jace doesn’t spend too much time considering Downworlders. Upon hearing of Magnus Bane, he doesn’t see more than his reputation. But it changes when he sees the way his eyes watch Alec as though he was special, the way he cards a hand through Clary’s hair. That heart has loved so much for centuries. 
  • “Please pick up after yourself or I will actually kill you.” And Magnus’ raised eyebrow because ‘Excuse me Angel Brat this is my home’. 
  • When Magnus works late into the evening and just falls alseep due to uterr exhaustion, Jace goes around and picks up everything. Brings a blanket cover Magnus with.
  • Cats love the Angel brat, hell, Church would probably like the Angel Brat, Magnus is not amused by this information. 
  • All the embarrassing teenage stories of Alec while Alec looks on in absolute torment he knew this was a bad idea. 
  • Jace’s blinding grin when he catches his brother trying to sneak out in the early light of the morning, A firm high five to Magnus when he see’s him.
  • I hate you’s from Magnus followed by a quick love you too from Jace - because honestly who wakes up at 7 in the morning. Not even demons themselves. 
Cotton Candy

Pairings: Peter Parker x Wilson!Reader

Request: Hi! A request where reader is Wade’s sister and it’s Peter x reader, includes all the avengers. Thank you!           


Vision has created a chatroom.

Vision has added Peter.

Vision: Thor is hogging the kiddies rides. I do not know where Rogers is and I can’t find you and Y/N to help me stop him.

Peter: Cap is with Mr. Stark winning prizes.

Peter: And Y/N is with me on the Ferris wheel but it got stuck, we can see everyone from up here.

Vision: I can fly the both of you down, if you’d like.

Peter: No!

Peter: The view from up here is beautiful.

Peter: But it’s not as beautiful as Y/N.

Vision has added Y/N.

Vision: Your first date with Peter seems to be going well, quite romantic. Being stuck on the Ferris wheel, alone.

Y/N: It would be romantic.

Y/N: If my brother wasn’t in the seat in front of us.

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❝ No one can touch you. ❞

Plot: When you was kidnapped but your boyfriend Yoongi is one of the most influent boss in Seoul.

Pairing: YoongixReader

Words count: 1,9k

Warning: Slightly mention of blood; 

For @esu333; i hope you like it! M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! 

The italics part is a flashback! 

The soft light was the only thing you could see. Choking, you had something down in your mouth, you tried to move but your attempts were completely useless. Between the folds of the hood you wore, you perceived blurred voices. Something, in your mind, continued to echo because they were particularly familiar.  

Taking stock of the situation, you realized you were sitting. At least you weren’t dead, you thought in relief.  

“Don’t try… There is no use Y/N ” Someone muttered into your ear; “I’m sorry… I asked them not to hurt you. ” He added with a low tone.  

“KyunSoo?” You murmured, your voice emotionless.  

“Really Y/N.. I would have preferred not to resort to this. ”  

Your mind started racing, hectic and fast. If KyunSoo was in front of you, the reason could be just one. He had a score to settle with Yoongi.  

Sighing, you start fidgeting in your chair but a hand gave a hard shoot on your head, provoking you a groan of pain.  

“Stop Y/N.. don’t make things difficult. ” He warned you, but you did not have the slightest intention to listen to him.  

No one could give orders to you.  

The sounds around you were flushed and these makes you realize that you are locked into some soundproofed room. No one wanted to make you hear what was happening outside or to allow others to hear you.  

Cursing softly you started rubbing your hands together, in a desperate attempt to pull them from the interweaving of ropes that held them tight.  

“When they tie your hands with a triple knot, you can’t do anything but just broken two fingers of your hand and your wrist to set you free.”  

Yoongi’s voice, in the days when he was explaining and repeating concepts familiar to him, it was not to any help at that time. Holding back the tears you tried once again to remove one of the two hands, but a violent blow against your chest stopped you instantly.  

“This bitch,” someone unknown said vehemently; “Why don’t you just kill her??” The person added lost patience.  

You did not recognize him, but you know he has no power over KyunSoo. He is the boss, he has always been. In your mind began to appear the memories of your days in College, you would never have thought he would become one of the most influential gangsters in the city.  

He was sweet, friendly and charismatic. Now he was just known for the highest amount of deaths associated with his name.  

“Did you have managed to reach him?” Kyunsoo asked, bored voice, and your heart will lose some beat.  

You did not want Yoongi to be involved, you would rather die than put him in danger.  

“Kyunsoo… What do you want from Yoongi? ” You asked, holding the hot tears that itched your eyes; “I can give you what you want. I have my money, I swear. ”  

A broke sigh between you lips caused you a chill down your spine; because you know that nothing would have distracted him from his goal.  

“What is mine, Y/n. I swear you won’t be hurt if he cooperates.”  

“And if he won’t cooperate…?” You asked with another tremble into your voice, reprising the attempt to free your hands from the grip.  

“You are going to die.”  

Not that you were surprised by his words, you were well aware of how that world worked. And yet you did not care to die if the man you loved was safe.


His hands started to rush on your neck, laying on your hips while forcefully you were attracted, making crush your bodies. It was the first time that you let him bring so much to you. Always too far away but connected in ways you couldn’t explain.  

“Do you know that if you stay with me, you could often risk your life?”  

“I don’t care, Yoongi” You muttered onto his lips, without taking your eyes off his.  

His eyes didn’t leave a moment, glided lenses on each stroke of your face, provoking you the most intense sensations ever.  

“I promise you one thing, Y/N”. He added with a serious tone, cupping your face in his hands by tapering and delicate fingers.  

A strange trait for the most feared of all boss in Seoul, but you had always loved his hands.  

“What?” You raised an eyebrow in a curious expression. 

“I would never let someone lay a finger on you. And if it, for a mere twist of fate, happen… They’ll no longer have their hands or their lives to do it again. ”  


That particular moment in your relationship made space in your mind and a quite feeling invaded you. He would protect you, you could even hear that the situation would end soon.  

So you renounced completely to free yourself from the ropes, your body is relaxed and even your heart slowed his beats. You felt completely different and it was the thought of Yoongi to help you; knowing he would save you.  

“Y/N, are you okay?” The voice of Kyunsoo brought you back to reality and you shake your head, just too tired of that hood on your face.  

The man in front of you understood the situation and decided that maybe wouldn’t have been a danger discovering your face. You were well aware of why you were there, seeing them in the face wouldn’t have changed anything.  

The newfound “freedom” allowed you to understand, finally, where you were. There were not a lot of clues, the bare walls and just a desk where Kyunsoo was sitting, checking documents that you couldn’t see from where you are.  

“Kyunsoo?”  

“Huh?”  

“He will hurt you. ” You were warning him, even if he did not deserve this at all.  

His laughter filled the air immediately, while your eyes rested on him and you observed with disgust.  

“I’m not afraid Y/N; not of him. ” He reassured, a frown amused onto his face.  

“You should.” You added, still teasing him in pride.  

One thing that you had understood of those men was just that; they were incredibly sensitive and proud. Hurting them at that point and they could become incredibly weak or ruthless killers.  

“For now, your dearly beloved did not give signs of life.”  

“He will.”  

                                           ___

The posture in which you were started to hurt a few hours earlier, but you did not stoop to complaining. Your mouth was closed for that entire time, while your legs became weaker and weaker and the pain in your wrists grew.  

Suddenly a dull thud made you to lift your face, turning towards the thick door that divided you from the rest of the world.  

No shot, no amount of screaming. There were total silence and disappointment surrounded you because if it had been Yoongi the screaming would not be missed.  

“Didn’t they tell you how to treat a woman? A woman that didn’t belong to you.” An icy voice, steeped in anger, rang out in the speakers making you lose a couple of heartbeats.  

He was there, he had not broken his promise.  

Kyunsoo began to look around, visibly frightened, by pulling the gun out of the holster inside his jacket. You smiled and began to experience a feeling different. For the first time, despite you always kept hidden your fear in front of Yoongi, you are not scared by the “work” of your man. For the first time, you are relieved, because otherwise, he would never be able to save you.  

The door, only wall between you and freedom, collapsed after a few moments, perhaps thanks to a minimum dose of an explosive charge. The smoke filled the room, provoking you a slight coughing while your eyesight was completely blurred.  

“Kyunsoo, I thought you were smarter than that.”  

“Yoongi… One more step and I’ll kill her. ”  

The barrel of the gun is pointed at your temple and you froze immediately, while the smoke was starting to branch.  

“Yoongi …” Your whisper reached the man, standing at the door with the gun lowered against his side.  

His gaze was completely emotionless on the outside. You were the only one who could see the anger that burst in his eyes and a shiver down your spine shook and assured you at the same time.  

“Touch her again and I swear, Kyunsoo–” He began to mean with icy tone; “in less than three minutes you’ll be dead.”  

“I die, she dies. You know I’m a trigger happy, don’t force me to hurt her. ”  

“You have exactly ten seconds to let her go.”  

He was calm, so calm that managed to soothe you. His voice had the power to be a soothing for you and this time was no different.  

“One.” His cold tone had become lethal.  

“Give me what is mine Yoongi.”  

“Two.”  

“Yoongi.. Could you just go straight to three instead of waiting up to ten? ” You asked, completely drained of all energy.  

You did not want to die, but if it had to happen you would have preferred a quick thing.  

“Whatever.” He Murmured, this time a hint of amusement in his voice.  

You closed your eyes to hear a gunshot, not knowing if it was the Yoongi’s one or the Kyunsoo’s one directly to your head. You were prepared to impact so you have curled up about, but you could not feel any kind of pain.  

Slowly you unfold the left eye, just to see blood splatter on your hands. But it was not yours and this was a huge relief, so much so that you felt the adrenaline begin to slip away from your body.  

“Baby, I’m here… I’m here. ”  

You raise your eyes and when you saw at that time of the aggressive tremble that was shaking you, accepting with gratitude the loving touch of his hands on your face.  

“I’m here babe, sorry it took me so long.” He whispered, while one of his men entered the room and immediately freed your hands. “What did he do? See your face… God, I’m going to kill him. ”  

“Y-Y-you have already done so, Y-Yoongi.. ”  

“I’m going to kill him again just for daring to touch you” he hummed on your lips, finally relieved to see that despite all you were alive.  

He put his hands under your armpits after they finally had freed your hands and feet, lifting you effortlessly and clutching firmly against his body.  

Crying is liberating, hot tears flowed fast on your cheeks still stained with blood, while he rocked you gently.  

“It’s okay baby, everything is over.”  

“You’re here… you’re really here. ” You managed to say through tears and sobs, hiding your face in the crook of his neck and the collarbone.  

“I promised two years ago. No one can touch you without lost their life. ”

Selfless Love - part 1

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: A journey toward recovery and the story of a broken man falling in love with a woman.

Word Count: 560

Warnings: None

A/N: I wanted to write something that wasn’t an AU so here you go. A little feel good story before the exams :) Hope you’ll like it!

Selfless Love - Masterpage

Originally posted by maiden-marvel

“So, what is he like?”

You sat cross-legged on the freshly made bed while Wanda and Clint were assembling an Ikea wardrobe. They shared a look and frowned before Wanda craned her neck back to look up at you.

“I’m not sure,” she said, using her powers to tighten the screws, “we didn’t really talk, mostly fought.”

You nodded, smoothing the bedspread nervously. Like all the bedrooms in the facility, it had a bed, a wardrobe and a desk.

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I Got You On My Mind [Part 4]

Jungkook Soulmate AU (Angst)

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Summary: After your memory loss, adjusting back to normal life has been difficult. Luckily, Jungkook is always there for you. Still, something seems off about him, and you just can’t understand why.

Word count: 2k words

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

“Oh yeah, I’m being discharged tomorrow,” you told Jungkook, who was pushing your wheelchair through the hospital. He insisted that you needed a change of scenery. “My parents are going to pick me up and drive me back to my apartment.”

“I-I guess it’s too early for the ‘meet the parents’ thing, right?” Jungkook stammered, uncharacteristically nervous. “Unless you want me to. Like, I don’t mind if–”

“Chill, Jungkook,” you laughed, cutting his off his rambling. “I think they’re more worried about my brain damage than any soulmate business.”

“The doctors said you’ll recover your memories though, right?” Jungkook asked, worry lining his words. “Your memory loss won’t be permanent or recurring?”

“They said my memories will come back slowly,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly. “But most of the time, the memories will have to be triggered by something. They also told me I might have short-term memory issues for the next little while.”

“That seriously sucks,” Jungkook said. “If you need any help with anything, just let me know. I don’t really know how I’d be useful, but don’t hesitate.”

“We’re not in the same department,” you snorted, turning to peer up at your soulmate who was both familiar and foreign in this instant. “This is gonna make school so difficult. I’ve forgotten nearly three months worth of content!”

“Maybe take the semester off?” Jungkook suggested. “Amnesia is a pretty valid reason. Have you talked at all to the university?”

“No,” you groaned, sinking into the wheelchair. “I don’t want to think about responsibilities right now. Just marvelling in the fact I’m still alive and kicking.”

A silence fell between you and Jungkook as he pushed you through a more crowded area of the hospital. You noticed a few younger visitors visibly gape at Jungkook, then glare at you jealously as you rolled by.

You agreed with them–how was Jungkook so damn good-looking? You hit the soulmate jackpot, for sure. Still, even if he looked different, you didn’t doubt that you would like him just the same.

“You know, it’s pretty crazy,” you blurted out unthinkingly. “I’ve been talking to you my entire life, and I always thought meeting you would feel like meeting an old friend. But honestly, you’re a total mystery to me right now. Maybe it’s because of the memory loss, or maybe other people feel this way, too.”

“No, I know what you mean,” Jungkook responded quietly, trying to figure out how to express his thoughts properly. “It’s just…we have an idea of who our soulmate is in our heads. When they’re not exactly that person, it’s kind of confusing.”

“And I’m sure there’s a lot of stuff we still don’t know about each other,” you agreed. “Honestly, I tried to make myself seem a lot better than I am.”

“Yeah, me too,” Jungkook laughed, though it sounded a bit off. You brushed it off as embarrassment. “Didn’t want to disappoint you.”

You turned your head and looked up into Jungkook’s eyes. “You couldn’t have disappointed me Jungkook, really. I’m just happy to finally meet you,” you replied, giving him a small smile. “And it’s kinda paradoxical, isn’t it? Disliking your own soulmate. Weren’t we, like, made to like each other?”

“I guess,” Jungkook said, staring ahead unwaveringly. He pushed you down another hallway, which led to the cafeteria. You only knew because of the wafting smell of hearty food was growing stronger by the second. “But nothing’s ever that simple.”

“Don’t I know it,” you sighed, laughing a little in spite of yourself. You turned the corner into the bustling cafeteria, the noise of the crowds deafening compared to the near-silent, depressing halls of the hospital.

“Want to grab something to eat?” Jungkook asked, the heaviness of your conversation vanishing before you could even blink. “I was going to grab something for myself, too.”

“Sure, I’ll have whatever you’re having,” you agreed. Out of habit, you reached down to pat your pockets for your wallet. “Oh shit, I don’t have any money on me. Don’t worry about it, then.”

“It’s cool, it’ll be my treat,” Jungkook said. When you turned to look at him, he was giving you a lopsided smile.

“Then, is this our first date?” you asked cheekily, delighting in the way Jungkook’s cheek burned. You never expected that a guy like Jungkook, with this terrible fuckboy persona, would be so easily flustered.

“If you want it to be, sure,” Jungkook answered, coughing into his hand awkwardly. You just laughed, and Jungkook pushed you forward wordlessly.


Life at home after getting discharged made staying in the hospital seem like an amusement park. After being sentenced to bedrest by your parents–and having Jieun enforce it with an iron fist–you spent your days bored out of your mind.

In only one week, you had binge-watched three shows, reread all of your course notes (and they didn’t help you remember anything), and read more manga that you had ever read before in your entire life.

You were positively itching to get outside and do something, but what bothered you the most was that you hadn’t talked to Jungkook since your “first date.” When you had gotten home, you jumped to charge your dead phone, which miraculously hadn’t been destroyed in the accident. But when the device finally charged, you soon realized that you had no way of contacting Jungkook.

For some reason, his phone number wasn’t saved in your contacts. Even though Jungkook had said you had met before, apparently you hadn’t exchanged numbers. That seemed very strange to you.

When you asked Jieun about it, she just shrugged the question off. She said your situation was a bit complicated, but that she’d have to leave it up to you and Jungkook. But Jieun did say that she would mention it to him when she saw him at school next.

Sighing, you reached for your phone beside you. It was still early in the morning. Time had lost all meaning to you, since you spent every moment of the day trapped in your apartment. A bit bitterly, you watched your friends’ Snapchat stories and longed to return to normal daily life.

Suddenly, your phone began buzzing. You dropped it in surprise, and it landed on your nose. The impact stung, and you cursed, reaching clumsily for the phone. You saw an unflattering picture of Jieun illuminate the screen. Eventually, you were able to answer.

“Hey, what’s up?” you asked, rubbing your hand against your sore nose.

“Y/N, I’m so fucking stupid!” Jieun practically screamed. Wincing, you held your phone away from your ear. “I know you shouldn’t be moving around, but I need you to come to the university right now. I’m working on a group project that’s due in two hours and a bunch of our files got corrupted. I have some stuff backed up on my laptop, which I left at home like an idiot!”

“Don’t worry, I can bring it to you,” you reassured quickly. “I won’t fall into traffic on the way there. It’s like a ten minute walk, so don’t worry.”

“Just don’t strain yourself, okay?” Jieun ordered, the panic still evident in her voice. “Don’t go to quickly and look both ways!”

“Hey, only I can make fun of myself,” you quipped, pulling yourself out from underneath the covers. “I’ll be over soon, I just need to get dressed.”

“Okay, see you soon. Thank you so much, Y/N,” Jieun said, and the both of you said your goodbyes before you disconnected the call.

You glanced down at your pyjama bottoms and at the thick cast over your right leg. Changing pants would be a battle for another day. Unsteadily, you stood up and balanced your weight on your unbroken leg. You reached for the crutches leaning against the wall beside you and tucked them underneath your arms.

As quickly as you could (which was not very quick), you had thrown on a clean shirt and a jacket. Your hair was a mess, so you shoved on a beanie to disguise the tangled frizz. With Jieun’s securely laptop in your backpack, you began the trek to school. Suddenly, the journey seemed incredibly long.


When you finally arrived on campus, you were panting lightly and sweating. You made your way into the music building, relatively unfamiliar with its layout. You detached yourself from one of your crutches and reached into your pocket for your phone. Quickly you sent Jieun a text letting you know you were here.

There were a few benches in the foyer, so once you hobbled over to them, you set your bag down lightly and placed your crutches against the benches. Flopping down, you discreetly tried to massage your sore armpits.

But you were glad to finally be out of the apartment. The fresh air made you feel infinitely better.

“Y/N?” a familiar voice called. Your head whipped around in the direction of the voice. Jungkook a few meters away from you, looking as dark and intimidating as ever. His wide-eyed expression kind of ruined the image though. “What are you doing here?”

“Jieun forgot her laptop at home,” you replied, pointing to the backpack at your feet, as Jungkook made his way toward you.

“Shouldn’t you be at home?” he questioned, stopping when he was standing in front of you. You craned your neck to at him properly. “Is it okay for you to be walking around so soon?”

“Please, don’t get started on that,” you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut. “My parents and Jieun are unbearable. I’ve been lying in bed doing nothing all week.”

“You know, that honestly sounds like heaven,” Jungkook joked. “I’m so swamped right now. I haven’t slept in days.”

You inspected Jungkook more closely. His eyes were ringed by purplish dark circles, but they were hardly noticeable. How unfair–he always looked good.

“Hey, why haven’t you talked to me all week?” you asked suddenly, narrowing your eyes at Jungkook suspiciously.

“I was meaning to call or text or something, but I don’t have your number,” Jungkook answered sheepishly, scratching the nape of his neck awkwardly. “Didn’t know how to ask for it, since you haven’t been around campus lately.”

“Why’s that, though?” you continued, glancing down at your feet. “I mean–you said we met before. Why didn’t we keep in contact?”

“W-well, we did meet, but it wasn’t a proper conversation,” Jungkook explained stutteringly. “It wasn’t under the most normal circumstances, but–”

“Y/N!” Jieun’s loud voice suddenly interrupted. She burst into the foyer, looking absolutely frazzled. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were bloodshot, and you were pretty sure there were coffee stains on her shirt. “Thank god!”

Your friend ran over to you and practically dove for your backpack. She grabbed her laptop and hugged it tightly against her chest.

“Thank you so much. I’m so sorry I made you come all the way here,” Jieun cried, sounding frantic still. “Are you okay? Sore anywhere? Go home right away, okay? You need to rest. And please don’t tell your parents!”

“Oh my god, I’m fine Jieun,” you whined. “I think I can handle walking for, like, two minutes.”

“I just don’t want anything to happen!” Jieun insisted, stomping her foot childishly. “We’re speeding up the recovery process by being extra careful!”

You rolled your eyes. “Whatever. Go work on your project and try not to fail.”

“I will,” Jieun replied. “I’ll bring dinner on my way home.” She turned, only spotting Jungkook for the first time. Her eyes narrowed and she frowned slightly. “Jungkook.”

“Jieun,” he replied, just as shortly.

You looked between the two of them, wondering why there was so much tension. It looked like they were having a silent conversation, and you hated not knowing what was going on. You had the suspicion they were hiding something from you–but for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out what, exactly.

Eventually, Jieun just nodded and strode away, leaving Jungkook with a tight expression. Visibly, you could see Jungkook try to shake away the tension, his jaw unclenching. When he turned back to you, his features were schooled.

“Give me your phone,” Jungkook said, reaching out his hand and smiling softly. “I’ll add my number.”

- Girl in Luv

Okay, so this one was a bit filler-y. Originally I had planned to make this one angsty too, but I figured you guys could use the respite. Also, it would have been like 4k words and it’s like 2:30AM and this girl needs to sleep. Anyway, stay tuned!! Thanks as always for reading, and I hope you all enjoyed. Your replies and reblogs/tags are so cute I read them all 💛💛💛💛