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I weNT TO RTX SYDNEY TODAY AND I GOT MY FANART RTX POSTER SIGNED BY ADAM AND JAMES I AM SO THRILLED. THEY ACTUALLY THOUGHT IT WAS OFFICIAL RTX MERCH SO WHEN I TOLD THEM I DID IT THEY ASKED ME TO SEND ONE OVER TO THEM IM JUST SO BLOWN AWAY… however the photos I had with them never saved to my card so I don’t have photos with them

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Forgotten

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: All the Angst, wee bit of fluff

Word Count: 1k

A/N: This is WAY different from my usual stuff. Hope you don’t hate it. I had an idea, and it wouldn’t leave me alone until this came out. Revision: You guys and your support of this story turned series absolutely BLOWS me away. THANK YOU so damn much! I’m glad you love it as much as I do.

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blue orchids

hanahaki & soulmate au (reposted)

pairing: jungkook | reader
genre: angst and a sprinkle of fluff
word count: 18.748
warnings: implied smut
disclaimer: I do not own the hanahaki disease concept.

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You were eighteen years old when Jimin’s name showed up on your hand.

The day is fresh and clear in your memory: early December, the winds stronger than ever as they threatened to pierce through the windows of your room, hints of snowflake dancing in the air as the first snowfall augured an even sharper winter. There was a smile on your face that didn’t match the unrelenting coldness of the month, and even though the night was falling and the air felt icy on the tips of your fingers, there was only warmth in your chest as you went through the pictures of your phone.

Pictures of you and Jimin drinking hot chocolate, of clumsy iceskating, of funny faces that made you laugh out loud in the quietness of your bedroom. The feeling sparking in your chest could be considered somewhat dangerous— after all, you were just a girl that didn’t have any marks on her skin, a girl whose fate was yet to be decided. Something as enigmatic as love could be a treacherous thing, too risky for someone that couldn’t decide their destiny on their own.

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All was quite around the 8th year common room. Most people had collapsed where they were after the celebrations, too filled with firewhiskey to move anymore.

Draco opened his eyes, slowly, painfully. He took in the scene around him: empty bottles, streamers, cups laying around, and of course, something soft and warm behind him. He froze, then, slowly, tried to slip off the couch, but was caught by a strong arm.

“Hmmm don’t go.”

Draco, against his better judgment (and he’ll blame the pounding in his head for drowning out everything else) slipped back against the body. The arms wrapped around him, he felt a soft breath on the back of his neck. Draco froze again.

“Draco?”

He shut his eyes, because now he was sure he was dreaming. It couldn’t possibly be. No.

“You can look at me you know,” the person said with a soft laugh.

Draco squeezed open one eye, then another, and yes, it was definitely a dream, because two green eyes, beautiful green eyes, were looking back at him. We’re smiling back at him. There was scruffy black hair, and a scar that Draco hadn’t realised he was running his fingers over till it was too late to stop himself.

“Potter?”
“That’s me,” Harry answered, amused. Harry bent forward his lips moving softly over Draco’s. He pulled back, frowning.

“You don’t remember, do you?” The hurt edged it’s was through Harry’s voice. Draco shook his head, which was not a good move because now the pounding was second to none.

He shut his eyes again, “maybe… you could remind me?” He didn’t mean to say it. He meant to tell Potter to shove off, because Draco wouldn’t be caught with the boy wonder in his wildest dreams. But that wasn’t true, was it. Because Harry featured quite a lot in Draco’s dreams, wild or not. And so maybe he did mean to say it.

When Draco opened his eyes again, there was a sly smile on Harry’s face. “I can do that,” he said before leaning forward and kissing him again.

Always

Pairing: Reader x Bucky Barnes

Words: 6.358

Warnings: smut (oral sex (female receiving), explicit language), swearing, angst, wrap it before you tap it!

Котенька - a really cute Russian pet name like ‘kitty’

“I don’t want you to worship the ground where I’m walking on.” you screamed angry at the back of a leaving Bucky. After another argument with him, you lost your well-trained patience. It was always the same topic. You loved Bucky, from the bottom of your heart, and you tried your best to work with his insecurities but today was too much. As he heard your voice and the words you spat against him, he stopped in his tracks to walk away from you, away from your relationship and out of your shared apartment.

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Prompts

-Otabek has that old-school charm. A classic gentleman with a soul trapped in the aesthetics of James Dean. Yuri has a silver tongue and piercing eyes. His heart is electrifying and difficult to touch. 

-Sometimes in the middle of the night, when Yuri can’t sleep, he’ll whisper into Otabek’s ear, knowing that he’s a light sleeper. Then, the two of them would wordlessly get changed and hop onto Otabek’s motorcycle and escape into the night. Without speaking more, Otabek would park next to a lake and they’ll stare at the stars until the sun comes up. Yuri isn’t quite sure what these rituals really are, but the happiness and peace he feels being below the wide expanse of the sky and next to Otabek is something that brings him true happiness.

-Otabek and Yuri have a house next to the ocean. During summer evenings, Otabek would take out his guitar and strum some timeless songs, smiling in the most lovesick manner as Yuri sways softly to the melody.

-Otabek and Yuri vacation in obscure and often unknown locations because they see beauty in the places that everyone else forgets. 

-There is nothing more assuring than the feeling of Otabek’s fingers laced around Yuri’s own. Otabek’s grip is not constant and he often applies just the slightest bit of pressure to remind Yuri that he’ll always be there.

-Yuri often felt a strange fear of the world until he met the person who he knew would go against that fear for the rest of his life.

-There is an elderly man who lives in the neighboring house. He is alone but he never seems lonely. One day, a young girl meets him outside and asks why he lives in such a big house alone. Smiling, the man tells the girl that it was the house he and his husband built together. Curiously, the girl asks the man why she has never seen the man’s husband. With a raw, poignant look in his eyes, the elderly man tells the girl that he had passed away ten years ago. He interrupts the girl as she begins to apologize profusely for her insensitivity and tells her that he would much rather have her focus on his husband’s life than his death. Thus begins a friendship between the two. Each day, the old man would tell an anecdote to the girl over tea and watches over her as she grows older and eventually gets accepted into her dream university, set on her path to becoming a writer. At university, she receives the news that the old man had passed away peacefully. When she returns to visit his grave a few years later, out of the corner of her eye, she briefly sees what resembles the two beautiful men she had come to love and know so well over the years, holding hands and smiling at her. With the stories of the life that the two men lead together radiantly clear her mind, the girl pens her first novel, inspired by her “grandfathers”.