the secrete admirer

i had wishes granted (i never knew it was you) (Victuuri, Secret Admirer!AU, complete)

Yeaaaaah, does anyone remember how I ran that fic giveaway waaaaay back in January? *ducks and hides*

So the eternally patient @look-and-wonder was the recipient, and they’ve waited SEVEN MONTHS for this, oh my god. I AM SORRY.

Incredibly minimal angst in sight, I am SO PROUD of myself for my self-restraint.


i had wishes granted (i never knew it was you)

The cards that accompany the gifts all end on the same note -
You’re the first person I’ve ever wanted to hold on to.
The thing is -
Victor is kind. Victor is funny, and sweet, and warm and wonderful and isolated and lonely, and -
Yuuri thinks he might be a little bit in love.
(A lot.)

(A Canon Divergence, Secret Admirer!AU.)

Read it on AO3 here.

anonymous asked:

Life has been so stressed that I've started smoking again. Not happy about it, but the musky taste relaxes me. I really hope you don't see me in anyway bad. The sight of you and knowing I can see you and talk to you calls me down. You've acted like a lighthouse in the middle of a storm in more cases than one love -Your secret admirer ❤

I don’t see you as bad in any way for smoking. But please, if you can, try to stop it before an addiction develops. I lost my grandpa to smoking and it’s a really nasty habit– so it would kill me for someone as wonderful as you to go down a similar path.

I don’t know how I do it, I’m glad I do. And this is me, sending you lots of love and comfort and hope that things get better for you love, because you deserve great things.

Paper Stars

Summary: Dan starts to get love notes in his locker in the form of origami stars, so he gets the help of his best friend, Phil, to figure out who it is.
Word Count: 2,398
Warnings: cussing
A/N: Thanks to @insanityplaysfics as always for giving me ideas. I’m a fucking sap recently because my boyfriend proposed to me and I just wanna write a crapton of fluff and puke rainbows everywhere. This is short and sweet, which is very rare for me! I hope you like it anyways!
Read it on AO3

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The day Dan opened his locker to a strange slip of paper folded into an origami star was one of the strangest moments of his life.

“What,” Dan said simply, giving the offending paper a strange look. He bent down and retrieved it, staring at it long and hard. It was thin, made with a flowery paper, and he could just make out words written in very small print on it. “What,” Dan said again.

With a small amount of struggle, Dan managed to unwrap the star, revealing the writing inside. The script was sloppy to the point where Dan thinks it was written with the wrong hand. Dan said “what” again and the word didn’t even sound like it was real anymore. It took him a few minutes to read what it said due to the scribble, but he eventually managed.

‘i used to stare out the window because i thought the scenery was beautiful. Then i saw you and suddenly the world didnt seem nearly as captivating as before.

Keep reading

Ask Me!

1. What is you middle name?
2. How old are you?
3. When is your birthday?
4. What is your zodiac sign?
5. What is your favorite color?
6. What’s your lucky number?
7. Do you have any pets?
8. Where are you from?
9. How tall are you?
10. What shoe size are you?
11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?
12. What was your last dream about?
13. What talents do you have?
14. Are you psychic in any way?
15. Favorite song?
16. Favorite movie?
17. Who would be your ideal partner?
18. Do you want children?
19. Do you want a church wedding?
20. Are you religious?
21. Have you ever been to the hospital?
22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?
23. Have you ever met any celebrities?
24. Baths or showers?
25. What color socks are you wearing?
26. Have you ever been famous?
27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?
28. What type of music do you like?
29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?
30. How many pillows do you sleep with?
31. What position do you usually sleep in?
32. How big is your house?
33. What do you typically have for breakfast?
34. Have you ever fired a gun?
35. Have you ever tried archery?
36. Favorite clean word?
37. Favorite swear word?
38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?
39. Do you have any scars?
40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?
41. Are you a good liar?
42. Are you a good judge of character?
43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?
44. Do you have a strong accent?
45. What is your favorite accent?
46. What is your personality type?
47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?
48. Can you curl your tongue?
49. Are you an innie or an outie?
50. Left or right handed?
51. Are you scared of spiders?
52. Favorite food?
53. Favorite foreign food?
54. Are you a clean or messy person?
55. Most used phrased?
56. Most used word?
57. How long does it take for you to get ready?
58. Do you have much of an ego?
59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?
60. Do you talk to yourself?
61. Do you sing to yourself?
62. Are you a good singer?
63. Biggest Fear?
64. Are you a gossip?
65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?
66. Do you like long or short hair?
67. Can you name all 50 states of America?
68. Favorite school subject?
69. Extrovert or Introvert?
70. Have you ever been scuba diving?
71. What makes you nervous?
72. Are you scared of the dark?
73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?
74. Are you ticklish?
75. Have you ever started a rumor?
76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?
77. Have you ever drank underage?
78. Have you ever done drugs?
79. Who was your first real crush?
80. How many piercings do you have?
81. Can you roll your Rs?“
82. How fast can you type?
83. How fast can you run?
84. What color is your hair?
85. What color is your eyes?
86. What are you allergic to?
87. Do you keep a journal?
88. What do your parents do?
89. Do you like your age?
90. What makes you angry?
91. Do you like your own name?
92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?
93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?
94. What are you strengths?
95. What are your weaknesses?
96. How did you get your name?
97. Were your ancestors royalty?
98. Do you have any scars?
99. Color of your bedspread?
100. Color of your room?

They could either be a lover or a hater ❤️✖️

4

I was just skimming through the amazing @myetie‘s work as usual (I’ve been a secret admirer for almost 6 months now >_<) when I spotted the kids AU ask about ???

Can’t help but ship Zen’s baby princess and Saeran’s lil emo kiddy XD Obviously Seojun doesn’t have the great hacking skills of his daddy 707. Good thing Hyunae got a secret admirer watching her back >_>

I ship em both SO hard <3 Go check out her kids AU if you haven’t btw! it’s fabulous! :D

P.S: tried a new lining style and very pleased with the last panel :)

My Carry On Fics - Masterlist

Here’s a list of all of my Carry On/Snowbaz fics for those requesting! (:

And find me on ao3!


Domestic Drabbles: A Series

1: Chocolate and The Sun - 0.7k

He steps through two beams of evening light filtering in through the windows, and for a moment, he looks radiant. 

2: Blanket Pirates - 0.5k

Baz is a sharp bloke, and I don’t mean because of his fangs.  

3: Curtains - 0.4k

The cruel irony about dating Simon Snow is that I’m a vampire dating the sun. 

4: Two Couches and A Turtle - 0.7k

It wasn’t my idea to buy two sofas. There was absolutely no point when the one we have is perfectly comfortable and spacious. But Penny insisted.

5: Locks and Wildflowers - 0.7k

But nothing I saw could compare to this beautiful arrangement. It’s simple and delicate, like each flower placed had its own purpose. 

6: It’s Not London - 1.9k
(Part 1) (Part 2)

But now, Baz is standing in front of me, in the doorway of my bedroom, looking like he might cry at any moment, and I immediately decide to break my rule.

7: The Hufflepuff Who Lived - 1.1k

Bunce snorts. “I don’t buy that for a second, Baz. You may exude Slytherin on the outside, but you’re just as bad as Simon. I think” —she locks her eyes with mine— “that you’re a Hufflepuff.”

8: A Place For Everything - 1.7k
(Part 1) (Part 2)

“Simon, have you noticed how Baz has so much stuff here?”

9: Simon Snow and The Spiderman Boxers - 1.0k

Back at Watford, if someone had told me that one day I would be doing Simon Snow’s laundry while he just sits around, I would have laughed in their faces and asked what sort of enslavement spell he was planning on using against me.

10: You Shouldn’t - 3.1k
(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

Agatha is visiting England for a few weeks, so Penny insisted she come over. I might be fine, or even somewhat excited, to see her. But Baz on the other hand…

11: But I’m Spiderman - 0.2k 

“Okay,” he says. “But I’m Spiderman.”


Secret Admirer - 1.5k

Simon had a secret admirer in sixth year. Years later, Penny finally figures it out.


The Front Seat - 1.3k

Baz is not looking forward to a trip with his aunt.


The Grey Suit - 2.2k

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Simon looks stunning in a grey suit. But Baz would never tell him that.


The Room Underneath - 0.3k

“Rhys and Gareth, the boys who live in the room under mine, are sitting at our table already, at the far end.” - Simon

Just how thin are the floors at Watford? And what conversations are heard by the room underneath?


Merciless - 3.0k

It’s not like I haven’t thought about moving further with Snow. Quite the opposite, really. Quite the opposite. (nsfw)


Hands - 0.1k

Some people say that the best way to find happiness is to travel the world with the one that you love.


Three Years - 0.3k

“Three years, Niall. Three fucking years we’ve had to keep this a secret.” (a deniall fic)


My Silent Pleas - 3.3k/? (Ongoing)

(Prologue) (1)

“We are going to be learning a basic communication spell,” Miss Possibelf said. “This spell will allow you to connect with someone for a brief moment, and be able to write notes to each other on your skin. Wherever you write on your own body will appear in the same spot as the person you are connected with.”


Pero Es Algo - 0.5k

Baz dice que yo me siento extraño porque ahora tengo mi propia habitación. Porque no tengo que compartirla con nadie.


The Sun’s Birthday - 0.4k

Snow doesn’t know when his birthday is. None of us do.


a rather cliche meme

add 🔁 for the situation to be reversed where possible (example: 🍂🔁 for my muse to fall on top of yours)

  • send 💗 for our muses to have to pretend to be in a relationship
  • send 🏩 for out muses to have to share a bed
  • send 🙊 for out muses to meet up in secret
  • send 💏 for our muses to kiss in order to hide their faces from somebody
  • send 🍹 to confess something to my muse while drunk (specify what is being confessed)
  • send 🍺 to kiss my muse while drunk
  • send 💁 for our muses to be stuck in a small space together
  • send 💃 for your muse to teach mine how to dance (or any other activity that involves a lot of touching)
  • send ® to catch my muse in a state of undress
  • send 🍂 for your muse to fall on top of mine
  • send 💬 for our muses to play truth or dare together
  • send 🍶 for our muses to play spin the bottle together
  • send 💌 for my muse to receive a secret admirer letter from yours
  • send 📖 for my muse to find a diary entry yours has written about them (specify what it says)
Paper Hearts

A stupidly fluffy SnowBaz fic for the Carry On Valentine’s Celebration


Simon

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Meet me in Room 172.

           I refold the note, noticing how the paper has already settled into well-known creases since this morning.  It’s not the first anonymous note I’ve gotten over the past week, but it’s the first time the writer has made a move beyond waxing poetic.

           The Watford halls are sickening today, even to me.  I understand the appeal of decorating for Christmas, but Valentine’s Day?  It just seems a little patronizing to adorn the walls in that many paper hearts, whether the hearts can magically float around people’s heads or not.  And it’s not that I’m a cynic, but Valentine’s Day this year was set to be a difficult one for me, since I no longer have Agatha to dote upon.

           But as I slip the little creased note back into my pocket and make for Room 172, the paper hearts seem less mocking and my own beating heart feels just a bit lighter.

           When I reach the door I falter, doubts rushing to my head.  What if there’s no one there?  And what if there is?  Then what?

           But I turn the knob and shove open the door.

           And immediately I see who’s waiting and I hate the thrill that bolts through me, and I wish that I had turned back.

           Baz’s face goes red when he sees me and I wonder briefly if I’ve seen him this angry before, so enraged that he turns colour.

           “What,” he seethes, “are you doing here?”

           “What am I doing here?” I spit back, my heart sinking and racing at once.  “What are you doing here?”

           “None of your business,” he growls, sitting on one of the desks and pointedly looking anywhere but at me.

           Everything in me is boiling.  I’m angry and I’m disappointed at once, but I puff up my pride and stalk over to another desk and sit down to wait.  Maybe the fates will be on my side for once and the mystery writer will reveal themselves yet.

           Although, would that be the fates with me or against me?  Because everything right now is looking like Baz wrote the note, and sitting here in the empty classroom full of paper hearts with him just a few desks away, it’s getting harder to ignore the buzzing under my skin and harder to ignore the fact that he is the common denominator.

           The clock ticks away like a drumbeat and I stare at the door, hoping, praying for something to happen.

           “Why are you here?”

           I throw a glance over at Baz, who has turned his head so that he can see me without looking at me.  “If you must know,” I reply sharply, “I’m waiting for someone.”

           “Really?”

           “You think I’m lying?”

           “I think you’re pathetic.”

           I have to squeeze my eyes shut and count to ten like Penny told me before I can breathe evenly again.  “What’s your excuse, Basil?” I grit through my teeth. “Why do you have to be here?  Has no one invited you across the threshold?” It’s a lame dig, but I know it will be effective, whether he shows it or not.  If there’s anything I’ve learned from being his enemy it’s that vampire jokes are a no-no.

           “I told you, it’s none of your business.”

           “Can’t you take your business elsewhere, then?”

           “No.”

           “Arse.”

           “Prat.”

           When I turn to throw another insult at him, the sun through the window catches the side of his face and turns his eyes to silver… and the insult dies in my throat.

           Beautiful.

           I try to stomp on the thought.  No.

           But it’s too late.  

           It’s there.  It’s taken root.

           And the longer I look at him the more it flowers.

           Another thought bubbles up to the surface almost tentatively.  Are you sure it wasn’t him?

           As much as I know I should try to extinguish that notion along with the previous, I let it linger.  If I think back on it, I don’t think I ever have seen him angry enough to turn red.

           So maybe he’s not angry.  

           Maybe it’s something else.

           When he meets my eye, I’m still staring at him, and his gaze darts away again, but his cheeks.

           They go pink, and there’s no anger in his eyes.  Only uncertainty.

           His silver eyes.

           And all at once, I decide to change everything.

Baz

“Alright, Baz,” comes Simon’s soft voice, “you can drop the act.”

           I turn to look at him again, and it’s like looking at the sun because I can feel his image scorching onto my retinas.  Meeting Simon Snow’s gaze is something that can only be done in doses, for me at least, I don’t know why.

           Well, I know why, but I can’t logically explain it.

           “Act?” I repeat dumbly.

           He slides off the desk and takes a slow step in my direction, and even that is enough to set my heart hammering.  “Yes,” he says, “act.”

           “I don’t know what -”

           “I think you do,” he interrupts me, “I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.” He pauses for a breath, like he’s second-guessing himself, but then he meets my eyes again.  “I think you wrote the notes.”

           My brain screeches to a halt and nothing makes sense.  “Notes,” I reply, and I hate myself because the boy I’m head-over-heels for is actually not at my throat and I sound like a parrot.

           He seems to get a burst of confidence.  “It’s okay, Baz,” he goes on, still slowly advancing, “I don’t mind, but you could have just said something.”

           I have nowhere to go.  I want to leap up from my spot and run, but I can’t.  Even in all this, my pride wins.  I’m on a desk in the middle of an empty classroom, and I’m cornered.  “Said something,” I stammer, “about what?”

           He shrugs, right in front of me now.  “Anything from any of the notes, which were unbelievably mushy, by the way. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

           “Hang on,” I stop him, unable to keep from shrinking back.  “You’ve been getting notes?”

           “All week,” he grins, “though I didn’t realize it was you until I got here.  I have to say, that last one was weak poetry. I mean, ‘roses are red, violets are blue’?”

           Something in my brain clicks and I swear I hear a ding.  “‘Meet me in Room 172’,” I finish with a sinking feeling.

           His face lights up like all the stars in the sky are in his eyes.  “I knew it was you,” he murmurs, and – Crowley – his gaze flickers to my mouth, no more than a foot away.

           And I want it.  I want to keep quiet and let him close the distance.  Hell, I want to do it myself.

           But I reach into my pocket and pull out the scrap of paper from inside.  “Then I hate to tell you this, Snow,” I say quietly, my heart breaking, “but I didn’t do it.”

           He looks away from my eyes for the first time and his brow scrunches up when he sees the note in my hand.  He takes it from me and unfolds it, his eyes scanning over the words again and again, the same little three-line poem.  I watch as he checks his pockets, finding an identical note in his jeans, and the penny drops.

           “It wasn’t you,” he says, almost to himself, and his face falls.

           “I’ve been getting anonymous notes all week, too,” I confess.  “It’s a trick on both of us.”

           His hands are shaking.  “Why would anyone do this?” he asks quietly, his face reddening, and I can’t tell whether it’s with embarrassment or anger or sadness, or all of the above.

           “I don’t know,” I stand at last and saunter over to lean against the wall, grateful for some air that isn’t charged with proximity.  “People are dicks, I guess.”

           “And you swear that you had nothing to do with it?”  He won’t look at me at all now.

           “I swear.”

           He squeezes his eyes shut and I half expect tears to appear on his cheeks, but he just nods once and turns to march towards the door.

           An image flashes through my brain, of his eyes boring into mine, of how they flickered down to my flustered mouth.

           And suddenly I decide that I’ve had enough of this.

           “Simon.”

           He stops dead in his tracks.  “What?” he says without looking at me.

           “I’m sorry.”

           “What for?  You said you didn’t do anything.”  His voice sounds sore, like he is fighting tears after all.

           “I’m sorry that you thought it was me,” I tell him, “because…” I trail off, unsure how to finish.

           “Because what?”

           I wish he would look at me.  “I hate to ask, but did you mean any of that?”

           “About not minding if it was you?”  He sighs like he’s given up.  “Yes. I meant all of it.”

           He meant all of it.  From the words to the glance at my lips.  All of it.

           He shoots me a red-faced glare at my silence.  “Happy?”

           I stare back, and I can feel a big stupid grin bubbling up.  “Yes, actually.”

           That catches him off-guard.  “Why?”

           “Because I wouldn’t mind if it was you, either,” I blurt out before I can lose my nerve.

           His eyebrows finally un-furrow and he meets my eyes properly.  I know that I’m turning pink again, but as he starts to step towards me, I hold his gaze.

           When he’s right in front of me again, close enough that I have to look down to see him, he whispers “You mean…”

           One of the paper hearts littering the room suddenly jumps up off a desk, and I don’t know if they’ve been charmed to target fools in love or not, but it starts to dance around my head.

           Simon chuckles at the heart.  “Is that a yes?”

           I allow myself a tempered version of the big stupid grin.  “You could say that.”

           The heart swoops in front of my eyes, and I lazily wave it away.

           Simon stands on tiptoe and plucks the heart from the air by my eyes, and we’re no further than a breath apart.

           And then he leans in the rest of the way.

Agatha

Penny squeezes my hand hard when they finally fall together, and I squeeze back.  Stealthily she snaps a silent photo on her phone, and I make a mental note to get her to send it to me later.  The fruits of our labours.

           We step back from the open door of Room 172 as quietly as we can, but I doubt we need to worry.  Simon and Baz are both far too occupied to notice us.

           Penny keeps hold of my hand as we make a break for it, waiting until we’re around several corners before speaking.

           “Damn,” she grins at me, “we are good.”

           All I can do is grin back, still holding her hand as we stroll down the hallway, kicking up clouds of red paper hearts.

Hoseok Fic Recs

Originally posted by jaayhope

After Months of empty promises and multiple nights, filled with reading hoseok smut i’ve finally finished this shit storm of smut from the best hipped man….JUNG HOSOEK

all bolded fics or writers mentioned are ones that have been recently added.

Also if you ever want to send me your own fic recommendations I”m always up for some more reading…


Last Updated: 7/6/17

💖 = Personal Favorite

Oneshots:


Series:


Writers Mentioned:

@alienpikachu @avveh @baeseoul @btsfiles @btsexotrash @bts-thestoryvalley @charizard-z  @colourfulnoodles @floralseokjin @freehoseoksdick @hobiemin @imsarabum @jeonjagiya @jiminwreckedme @jiminniemouse @kimvtae @minisyubie @minnochu  @nijoonie @sangsanghaebwa @schmudt @seokvie @seoulscapes @smuttyfairy @sugaminxx @taechubs  @taeverie @triptaech  @war-of-hormoan @workofteaguk @xiuminsm   

|| peter parker masterlist ||

here’s a new and improved masterlist Bc I changed my URL ೕ(•̀ᴗ•́) I deleted the old masterlist to avoid any confusion ♡

|| all oneshots ||

oversized sweater

rescuer

mask

inked tragedy

rush

chapped lips

requited

cellophane wrap

lovesick loser

versus

first time [[smut]]

coffee creamer kisses

can you keep a secret?

smile like you mean it

ice cream smiles

a real hug

softly

collider

this town

secret admirer

beloved season {{angst}}

boys in plaid

warped

necessary secrets

tongue tied |personal favorite|

rocketeer

spider bites

tuxedosam to your hello kitty

white string of fate

the harlequin formula

rooftop confessions

never watched Star Wars before

the same boy

who will protect you

rainy day cuddles

be my forever

jump

goodnight morning light

injured

rough mornings

wherever you are

our love story

broken dreams

false destinies

blueberry muffins

love like a comic book

no regrets

dance with me

a different story

five times when || personal favorite ||

you’re no peter parker

pain split

i still love you

true love

girls chase boys || personal favorite||

attention, attention

homecoming

die for you

perfect reality

american dreams

silly spray

sketched love

the new girl

easy

starboy, stargirl [[smut]]

how to fall in love

spiderman loves you

theme song

jealous

guilty crown

you belong with me

an autocorrect love story

heartache

helpless

no makeup

the moon song

true beauty

for spade

unexpected coffee dates

betrayed

absolutely || personal fave ||

needy || personal fave ||

more than that [[smut]]

hopeless triangle

missing you

movie cuddles

backyard landings

closer

something to talk about

the rosewater potion

protect you

longing

the perfect mistake [[smut]]

happy father’s day

anything for you

meaningful silence

train ride encounters

my light

enough

fools

stuttering

stall me

prom

|| all headcanons (sfw) ||

imagine peter falling in love with you…

dating peter would include…

imagine peter trying to ask you out to prom…

imagine peter being distant with you…

imagine going longterm with peter…

|| 100 ways ||

[ 1 ]

[ 2 ]

[ 3 ]

|| how to catch a nerd ((ongoing series)) ||

part 1

part 2

part 3