would you mind stop

6

Why did I even draw this

Okay but guys

What if Ventus has been having nightmares this whole time

Because he’s traumatized by all the stuff that happened in Birth by Sleep

And he’s been seeing reiterations of what happened so many times that they start to warp and they’re telling different stories

So now Ven doesn’t know what’s real or what to trust anymore, his dreams are slowly derailing further and further from the truth

Things like people’s actions and words start to get mixed up, was it Terra or Aqua who first warned him about Vanitas, did he really meet up with the others in Radiant Garden at all, how much did he enjoy growing up with Terra, Aqua, and Eraqus, again

Did Master Eraqus talk about eventually killing Ventus regularly or is that his imagination

Did Aqua leave him in Castle Oblivion to protect him or to make him a prisoner again

I Got You On My Mind [Part 3]

Jungkook Soulmate AU

[Part OnePrevious Part | Part Three | Next Part

Summary: Jungkook can feel when your entire world falls apart, and his shatters into a million more pieces.

Word count: 2k words

Originally posted by jungxook

JUNGKOOK’S POV

An immobilizing sense of panic shot through Jungkook, causing him to freeze. He could feel his heart racing in his chest, and his vision became unfocused in his state of unadulterated fear. Immediately, Jungkook sensed that the sudden emotion was being transmitted through your soulmate bond, and soon fear wasn’t the only feeling Jungkook was contending with.

“Y/N? What’s going on?” Jungkook thought helplessly. He moved through the crowd, leaving behind whichever girl he had been talking to, and tried to escape the confines of the party. The sense of panic he had been feeling had suddenly ceased, which was even more worrying. “Talk to me–are you alright? Fuck! Y/N!

By the time Jungkook reached the front door, he was covered in a sheen layer of sweat–in part from the heat of the party, and mostly because of his increasing worry. He burst through the door, lurching into the cool, night air.

“Y/N!” he bellowed, head swinging side to side as he searched for you. Cursing, Jungkook realized he had no idea where to even look. He couldn’t hear your thoughts, so relying on luck, he turned to his right and ran.

Jungkook sprinted down the empty road, his footsteps falling heavily and echoing through the silence. His lungs burned and his muscles ached, but the cold grip of fear around his heart kept him running.

In his mind, he could feel your presence slipping away. Even if you were silent, there was always a warm, comforting feeling of your presence. But now, it was being replaced with cold nothingness.

He prayed that you were safe–he knew that he had caused whatever had made you so panicked. Jungkook wished he could go back in time, stop you from leaving. Maybe even go back further, and stop you from hurting at all.

But he knew that it was useless to hope.

As Jungkook turned a corner, he was blinded by bright, flashing blue, red, and white lights. An ambulance was stalled in the middle of the road alongside a single car. Jungkook’s feet skidded to a stop as he stared at the scene unfolding before him.

“No,” he whispered, his voice breaking. Staggering forward, Jungkook’s eyes began to water with unshed tears. A man stood in his path, so Jungkook grabbed him roughly by the shoulders and spun him around. The man stared up at Jungkook, his eyes wide and his face pale. “What happened!?”

“T-there was an accident,” the man explained, his voice shaking. His eye’s darted to the right, so Jungkook’s followed.

On the ground, a girl lay sprawled on the cement in front of the parked car. Two paramedics were kneeling beside her, assessing her injuries as they prepared her body for the stretcher.

Jungkook knew immediately that it was you. His body moved forward on its own accord as Jungkook’s mind screamed.

“No,” he repeated, his voice becoming louder. It cracked as he spoke. The paramedics turned around, alarmed at the sight of the distressed boy.

“Sir, please stand back,” one of them said, standing up with his hands in front of him placatingly. “We need you to stay out of the way so we can get to the hospital.”

“She’s my soulmate!” Jungkook cried, surging forward to get closer to you. The paramedic sprung up, grabbing Jungkook by the shoulders and holding him back. “Let me see her! Is she alive? Oh god–tell me she’s alive!”

Jungkook’s hoarse cries filled the quiet night, his words becoming mangled together until they were indecipherable. Another pair of hands grabbed Jungkook and stopped him from struggling–he was pretty sure they belonged to the man who had hit you.

And god, Jungkook wanted to be angry with that man. He wanted to be furious. But Jungkook knew that everything was his fault. If you died, it would be because of Jungkook. The fight left him, and Jungkook crumpled to the ground.

Silent sobs wracked his frame as he kneeled, watching your lifeless body being whisked away on a stretcher into the ambulance. Sirens began wailing as the ambulance lurched to life, but to Jungkook, the sound seemed far away. He could only stare as the ambulance–as his soulmate–sped away into the night, disappearing into obscurity.

Jungkook’s mind was blank. He felt numb everywhere, he couldn’t even feel his own body. It was like he had slipped away and was watching himself from someplace else, wishing that what had happened wasn’t real.

He wondered if this was all just an elaborate nightmare. If, at any moment, he would wake up never having met you. That way, he had a chance to undo all the mistakes he had made. Jungkook wished that were true, but he knew better than to wish.

“Come on, I’ll take you to the hospital,” the man from before spoke, his tired voice lined with guilt. “Don’t worry son, I’m sure she’ll be alright.”

Jungkook felt himself being lifted, and he stood up shakily. The man led Jungkook into his car, struggling to get the large boy into the vehicle. They rode in silence to the nearest hospital, and by the time they arrived, Jungkook wasn’t sure how much time had passed.

-

Since he had arrived at the hospital, Jungkook had done nothing but stare at the walls in the hallway in front of him, waiting for you to exit the emergency room. After a few hours, your body was whisked away to an intensive care unit. Jungkook followed the line of doctors and nurses that wheeled you away, met by looks of pity.

The doctors tried to explain the extend of your injuries to Jungkook, but their words fell on deaf ears. All he could do was stare at you. You had been moved to a hospital bed, looking impossible small underneath thin, white sheets. There were cuts and bruises all across one side of your face. Like before, you were unresponsive.

Eventually, the room emptied out, and only you and Jungkook remained. He dragged a chair across the room, its legs squeaking against the cleanly polished tiles. Jungkook sat down beside your bed and did nothing but stare.

White walls and the scent of antiseptic surrounded Jungkook. His dark clothing was a stark contrast against all the white and pale grey around him. He hated everything about hospitals–they brought up so many terrible memories.

But for once, he was able to find comfort. The steady beeping of your heart monitor ignited a spark of hope within Jungkook.

From the night into the morning, nurses drifted in and out of the unit to check on you. They cast worried looks at Jungkook, who had not moved in several hours. One even tried to bring to bring him food, only to return an hour later and see it untouched.

People tried speaking to Jungkook again. He couldn’t bring himself to listen properly, but a few words lingered, like “serious head trauma” and “potential brain damage.” Those words echoed around in the background of Jungkook’s mind ceaselessly.

In the time Jungkook had spent watching you, he also had time to think. He tried to recall every one of your thoughts he had heard. Every conversation you had shared. It was impossible to reestablish them all–he had been listening to you for as long as he could remember.

In his life that had been filled with so many horrors and so much sadness, you were the one bright light in the darkness that surrounded Jungkook. And how, that light was so close to being extinguished. With nothing better to do, Jungkook whispered quiet confessions, hoping that even in your unconscious state, you would hear them.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Jungkook whispered, his voice rough after everything he had put it through. “I’m sorry for everything–everything I’ve done, everything I’ve said. I never wanted to hurt you, never. You mean the world to me.”

He could feel his eyes begin to water, but in the sanctity of the empty room, Jungkook did not stop talking.

“I never thought we would meet so soon,” Jungkook confessed, tears slipping down his cheeks. He reached out for your hand, holding it carefully in his larger ones. “I wasn’t ready. Right now, I’m not…I’m not a good person. I wanted to change–become someone you could be proud of. But in the end, you already knew exactly who I was. I wasn’t ready to face you, and I pushed you away. I’m sorry.”

Jungkook kept talking, pouring his heart out to your unhearing ears. He spoke until his voice faltered and he had no more words to say. But even then, he knew it wasn’t enough. He would do anything to make you understand. He wasn’t sure if you could live not knowing if you would every forgive him.

Suddenly, in his clammy palms, Jungkook felt your hand twitch. His eyes widened and jumped to your face. Your eyelids were twitching as you roused slowly. Jungkook leapt to his feet and searched for the assistance button.

“Nurse!” he yelled, his voice cracking. He jammed the button frantically, unsure of what to do as you began to wake.

Jungkook watched in awe as your eyes opened slowly. You squinted into the bright light, your eyes darting around the room as you tried to make sense of what was happening.

“What happened?” you croaked, your voice hoarse after almost a day of misuse. Your eyes moved to Jungkook who was standing beside you. “Why am I here?”

“You were in a car accident,” Jungkook explained softly, a sense of relief flooding through him. His soulmate was alive–everything was going to be alright. “You have a few injuries, but you’re going to be fine.”

“Oh…okay,” you replied slowly, still not understanding. “But why are you here? Where’s Jieun? Who are you?”

Jungkook’s heart stopped in his chest. Did you forget?

“Would you mind telling me the date?” Jungkook asked, sounding much calmer than he felt.

“It’s August 6th, I think,” you said after a moment. Jungkook stared, wide-eyed. You had completely forgotten the past three months. “But that doesn’t answer my question.”

“My name’s Jungkook,” he spoke finally, trying to keep his voice steady. “Y-you may have forgotten me, because of your injuries. But I’m your soulmate.”

“Really? My soulmate?” you repeating, squinting in disbelief. “But you go to my university. Why haven’t you said anything before?”

“We didn’t find out until recently,” Jungkook supplied with a small smile. A nurse burst into the room, gasping when she saw that you were conscious. She called for a doctor, but neither of you paid her entrance any mind.

“Wow,” you breathed, a huge smile lighting up your face. “I can’t believe I finally met you. And that I forgot everything. Will my memories come back?”

“Probably,” Jungkook said, although he wasn’t sure if he wanted that to be true. “We haven’t spent a lot of time together, so you’re not forgetting much.”

“Hey, how do I know you’re not lying?” you suddenly demanded, pointing an accusing finger at Jungkook. It almost made him laugh, and it definitely made him smile. “What’s something only my soulmate would know?”

“When we were younger, we used to think of love songs,” Jungkook remembered suddenly. “You thought of Taylor Swift a lot. I sang ‘Marry Me,’ mostly.”

“Right, we did that,” you confirmed quietly, blushing at the memory. You looked up at Jungkook, your eyes wide and vulnerable. “So, we’re really soulmates. Wow. Do you…do you love me?”

“Yes,” was Jungkook’s immediate response. He realized, in all the times that he had actually spoken to you, that was the first time he had never lied.

Eventually, a doctor entered the room and began asking you questions. Jungkook stared from the sidelines as the examination progressed. The entire time, your eyes kept jumping to Jungkook’s, a bright blush on your face. Every time, Jungkook indulged you with a smile, but he could only wonder when this wonderful illusion would fall apart.

- Girl in Luv

Wow!! Part 3 already guys. Thank you so much for all the support 💛 I know this is like cliffhanger after cliffhanger, but I have PLANS. This story’s becoming a lot more complex than what I had imagined when I first began writing it, but I hope you guy still enjoy it. Tell me if you liked it, and let me know what you think is going to happen! So thanks again for all the love guys!!! Happy reading 🤓

YOI Fan Rec Friday

(10/3/17)

I got some amazing recs this week! Thank you!

If you do not see your rec, it means that it’s going to be on next week’s list!

Rec’d by anonymous:
not gold like in your dreams by ebenroot, Teen, 39k (WIP)
In which Victor and Yuuri are roommates and Yuuri has a secret.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
in this home we built by otabek, Not Rated, 7.6k
Yuuri wakes up ten years too soon and Viktor has a laugh that makes the stars tremble.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Stamina and Endurance by scribblywobblytimeylimey, Explicit, 13k
Yuuri is long overdue a punishment for his bad behaviour against one Viktor Nikiforov – a punishment to be exacted by Viktor himself, in a sharp suit. Unfortunately, as soon as Yuuri sees him in the suit, his dick has other ideas.
Stamina should have been a verb by scribblywobblytimeylimey, Explicit, 12k
Yuuri spends several hours taking Viktor apart at the seams with round after round of rough sex.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Routine by thishasbeencary, Teen, 17k (WIP)
Viktor pushes himself too hard, he always has, he knows that. Coaching and returning to skating isn’t easy (especially since he expects himself to start back exactly where his career left off, despite being 28 and not having competitively skated for most of a season). And, really, he should have seen this coming.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Shape of You by ViktorBunny, Explicit, 43k (WIP)
Yuri is moving to St. Petersburg and Victor is far too excited to show him everything and spoil his Katsudon on his home turf.

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Rec’d by anonymous and anonymous:
Something Gold by thishasbeencary, Teen, 2.8k
A soulmate’s mark begins to grow the first time that they see their soulmate, and stops growing when they fall in love. Some grow faster than others, so by the time they’ve both fallen in love, the marks are the same.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
Unexpected by AlexWSpark, Mature, 52k (WIP)
In which one impulsive midnight decision leads Victor Nikiforov to Yuuri Katsuki and, of course, everything changes.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous:
No Less Unthinkable by rageprufrock, Explicit, 79k
In which Katsuki Yuuri fights a losing battle with chronic anxiety, the quadruple Salchow, and his own judgment four drinks in — but wins the war.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
A Matter of Luck by stillmadaboutpetra, Gen, 33k
Victor, a Charm of Good Fortune, promises to give Yuuri the life he wants. The problem is: Yuuri hasn’t a clue what he wants.
a thread to weave a home by LiaoftheDawn, Gen, 1.9k
“Yuuri, would you mind making a quick stop at Ice Castle before heading back home?” Yuuri’s breathe catches when Victor says the word ‘home’, soft and easy, like it’s his own. Like he plans to make it his own.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Always My Soulmate by Watermelonsmellinfellon, Explicit, 53k (WIP)
Compilation of Yuuri/Victor Soulmate AU oneshots.
Yuri Plisetsky: Wingman Extraordinaire? by Watermelonsmellinfellon, Mature, 11k (WIP)
In which Yuri is the aggressive wingman Victor didn’t know he needed, and the friend that Yuuri never asked for but appreciated.
Way to Victory by crea_sei, Teen, 18k (WIP)
Defeated after his loss at the GPF 2015, Yuuri doesn’t expect anything more from the GPF. That is, until he wakes up on the 5th of December, five days before the GPF even begins.
Please Have Mercy On Me by all_those_big_ass_trees, Explicit, 85k
Viktor’s been living with Yuuri for a month now, but Yuuri is still not used to him. But Viktor is a good teacher, and Yuuri is a good student.

✧・゚: *✧・゚:*    *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

Rec’d by anonymous and anonymous:
Beside the Dancing Sea by lily_winterwood, MapleTreeway, Explicit, 179k
New York Times-bestselling author Viktor Nikiforov arrives in the sleepy seaside town of Torvill Cove to cure his writer’s block. After encountering local wallflower Yuuri Katsuki at a party, he discovers that this mysterious dark-haired man has a couple secrets up his sleeve.

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Rec’d by @phoenixwaller​:
In Our Dreams by phoenixwaller, Explicit, 38k (WIP)
Victor Nikiforov, the Junior World Figure Skating Gold Medalist, has a secret skill. He has the ability to dreamwalk; to visit the minds of others while his body sleeps.

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Rec’d by anonymous and anonymous:
Fanboy by arkhamcycle, Teen, 40k (WIP)
“Love!!! on Ice” is sure to be the greatest Wattpad-hosted love story of Viktor’s day. At its center are Viktor’s idol, world-renowned figure skating champion Yuuri Katsuki, and the silver-haired boy whose heart he steals–Vitaly Nikulichev.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Weight of Gold by barrelrider, Not Rated, 13k
Yuri’s big win at the Grand Prix final poses questions about the future that he hadn’t thought to ask before. And Viktor doesn’t seem interested in answering them.

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Rec’d by @ever-so-nice:
Shared Gravity by phoenixwaller, Explicit, 40k (WIP)
Yuri Katsuki doesn’t advertise his alpha status, in fact he’d rather it be relatively unknown. He feels that he’s never fit the stereotype, and is much happier blending into the background. However, much to his dismay, his alpha instincts are awakened one summer morning.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Walking Barefoot In The Snow by wingedcastielpie, Teen, 3.9k (WIP)
Millions of years before humanity has rooted itself firmly on the ground, two lovers of forbidden origin and passion were forced to live their lives in exile from the Seven Seas. Thousands of years later, they were back from where they started, with a bond more formidable than the oceans’ tides.
somewhere only we know by wingedcastielpie, Teen, 1k (WIP)
Katsuki Yuuri and Victor Nikiforov were orphans. They formed a bond when they were younger, and they were inseparable for four years. They only had each other. Until one day, Victor left, and Yuuri was left alone to his own devices, forever looking for him.

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Rec’d by @bathsoaps:
Come Out of Hiding (I’m Right Here Beside You) by osaki_nana_707, Not Rated, 61k (WIP)
After forgetting the words to his song during a vocal competition as a teenager, Yuuri Katsuki decided singing was not for him. Instead he went to NYU to study English. He never expected Viktor Nikiforov, Broadway star extraordinaire looking to direct his first production on the stage, would ever find his up-and-coming lead… in him.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
With the Aid of Gravity by notwisely, Teen, 5.3k
Yuuri had plastered his childhood bedroom with posters of Viktor—had grown up with Viktor’s irrepressible smile comforting him on the worst days, the promise of his silhouette against the endless blue of the sky behind him: that if Yuuri couldn’t defy gravity and physics and mortality, Viktor would do it for him.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Live, Laugh, Love by Lucien_King, Teen, 9.4k (WIP)
Something clicked within Yuuri and even though his manager told him that the project might ruin his reputation, he insisted. What could possibly go wrong? And then, he met the Viktor Nikiforov.

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Fluffy & Cuddly {Sentence Starters}
  • "Hey, scoot over. You're squishing me!"
  • "I didn't say you could stop hugging me."
  • "Stop hogging all the blankets!"
  • "You make a good pillow."
  • "How long can we stay like this? Because I don't want to move."
  • "Are you falling asleep on me?"
  • "You weren't watching. You missed the best part!"
  • "Don't stop playing with my hair."
  • "Would you mind handing me the remote?"
  • "Stop, your feet are cold!"
  • "Look, if you want food, you have to let me get up."
  • "You're warm. I'm cold. Let's cuddle."
  • "You fell asleep on me. Maybe you should go to bed?"
  • "Well, my arm's asleep, but I'm glad you're comfortable."
  • "Stop changing the channel, you jerk!"
  • "You're getting crumbs all over the blankets."
  • "I see you eyeing that pillow. Don't you dare."
  • "Don't move. I finally got comfy."
  • "Would you stop wiggling?"
  • "Hey, are you still awake?"
Shots Fired

Word Count: 2440

Pairing: FBI Agent Dean x Pharmacist Reader

Warnings: Language, Violence, Some Angst, Some Fluff

A/N: Written for @dancingalone21 ‘s funny quote challenge. My quote was: “That attitude right there. That’s why I always got the extra cookie.” Also written for @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms Shit My Patient’s Say challenge. I used a ton of quotes from that one. They’re all bolded. 

A/N 2: Unbeta’d and unedited. Probably a shit ton of mistakes. My bad.

A/N 3: Most/All of the stories in here aside from being robbed (at gunpoint anyway) have happened to me in my career. More than once. Fun times. 


You left your 12 and a half hour shift at the pharmacy over 30 minutes late. Some asshole had decided to wait until 9:00 to come get their prescription filled that they needed right that second. Of course, they’d had the prescription in their hand for over three weeks. Not that you could turn them down. Your district manager would surely find out and chew your ass out for it the next day.

Grabbing your bags and sliding out of your car you realized Dean wasn’t home yet either. Your husband’s Impala was nowhere to be seen. Ever since he’d taken a job as an FBI agent, he’d been working crazy hours too. The two of you barely saw each other anymore and it sucked. Sighing, you trudged into the house and dropped your stuff, kicking off your shoes. You made your way into the kitchen, grabbing all the junk food you could find and a bottle of Captain Morgan before throwing yourself in a heap on the couch.

You were mindlessly watching TV when Dean came home, discarding his jacket and tie before he lifted your legs and sat down, resting your legs in his lap. “Rough day?”

“Whatever gave you that idea?”

“The completely eaten bag of chips, the leftover ketchup on the plate where you probably had a frozen cheeseburger, oh and the uh…half drunk bottle of Captain Morgan that was totally full yesterday.” Dean pointed to the bottle in your hand and you rolled your eyes, sarcastically scoffing into the air.

“Good job, detective.

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It’s day 1, and Chris is mooning over a pretty new thing - all rich dark skin and lips to die for.

Chris gets him to agree to a double date.

And Viktor, the amazing best friend that he is, has agreed to play wingman, despite not being the least bit interested in dating at the moment.

That all changes the moment he lays eyes on possibly the most beautiful human being to walk the planet.

A baby-faced Asian man a few years his junior - with porcelain skin and a shy smile, slender fingers and thighs that could probably kill a man.

He’s just broken up with his girlfriend of two years, Viktor soon learns. He finds himself genuinely upset for Yuuri, for how heartbroken he seems.

They both end up enjoying the date immensely.

And as they’re exchanging numbers, Viktor can’t help but ask.

“Is it okay to fall for you?”

Yuuri is silent for a moment.

Thoughtful.

“I’m still hurting,” he says. “Ask me again next time.”


It’s day 5, and they’ve been texting nonstop since they met.

They text each other good morning, and wish each other sweet dreams.

Viktor has watched Yuuri grow slowly more and more comfortable with him as time went by, and it’s only made him more and more smitten with Yuuri.

Yuuri tells him about growing up in a tiny little tourist town in Japan - about moving halfway across the world for college, about missing his home and his family and his toy poodle puppy, Vicchan.

And in return, Viktor tells him about St. Petersburg - about parents he stopped caring about long ago, about a little brother who screams and rages to hide how vulnerable he is, about the grandfather who raised them both, and the grouchy figure skating coach who’s perhaps the next closest thing he has to a parent.

It’s nearing midnight, and they’re saying goodbye, Yuuri still extracting promises from Viktor to bring Maccachin over to his and Phichit’s apartment sometime for a visit.

Viktor can’t help but ask.

“Is it okay to fall for you?”

He gets a smiley face in return.

“I’m still not over her,” he replies. “Ask me again next time.”


It’s day 11, and Phichit and Chris have decided they’d prefer to just be friends.

They still send each other selfies and flirt over social media.

It’s the weirdest breakup Viktor’s ever witnessed.

Though he must admit, he’s relieved they still get along so well. He’s gotten used to having Phichit and Yuuri join them on their Friday nights out.

This week, they’ve decided to stay in - watch a movie at Viktor and Chris’s apartment, and stuff themselves with unholy amounts of junk food.

Chris and Yuuri are in the kitchen, fixing up some dinner, when Viktor worries to Phichit that he might be coming on to Yuuri too strong.

Phichit asks, “Has he told you to stop?”

Viktor shakes his head no, explains that Yuuri always tells him the same thing.

Phichit’s face lights up into a wide smile.

“Then you have nothing to worry about,” he reassures. “If he really minded it, he would have asked you to stop.”

Viktor hopes that he’s right. His thoughts must show on his face, because Phichit’s face grows suddenly serious.

“When Yuuri loves,” he explains, “he does it with all his heart. So when it gets broken, it takes a long time to put back together. It might take a while, but it will be worth the wait.”

Viktor smiles, and accepts the encouragement.

Later that night, as Phichit heads out to their car, Viktor stops Yuuri to ask a question.

“Is it okay to fall for you?”

A shy smile is what he gets in return.

“I’ll have to think on that. Ask me again next time.”


It’s day 13, and Viktor sees Yuuri through a coffee shop window.

He’s sitting with a girl Viktor recognizes from Yuuri’s instagram.

Viktor doesn’t ask Yuuri anything that day.


It’s day 19, and Viktor hasn’t talked to Yuuri in almost a week.


It’s day 20, and Phichit’s out of town.

Yuuri asks Viktor if he wants to stay over.

Viktor never has been good at saying no to him.

They stay up late playing video games, joking and teasing as if they’ve known each other all their lives.

It’s almost 3 when they finally decide it’s time to turn in.

Yuuri hesitates at the foot of the sofabed Viktor will be spending the night on.

Viktor meets his searching gaze, and doesn’t know what to say except, “Sweet dreams.”

Yuuri looks disappointed for a moment, before smiling and replying in like.

He turns to walk away, hands twisting nervously into the hem of his shirt.

And with a shock, Viktor knows suddenly what he is waiting for.

Reaching out, he grabs Yuuri’s hand, and the words tumble out breathless and clumsy.

“Is it okay to fall for you?”

A soft sigh escapes Yuuri’s lips, and he turns to collapse into Viktor’s arms.

“I would want nothing more.”

query: why do people italicise or capitalize words for emphasis? thats like the most boring possible way to add intesity to a word or phrase

superior emphasis: drawing a sword. if somebody draws a sword you know theyre saying something important

example sentence: on your way home from work, would you mind stopping by the store? we need bread, eggs, and milk. *draws sword* and dont forget the butter this time

Imagine #4 Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier

Imagine… Being an old acquaintance of Erik’s and meeting him at Xavier’s school, where him and Charles both show an interest in you.

Not my gif

Words: 1495

Warnings: fem!reader, typos

Part 2  Part 3

“Uhm, excuse me?”, you asked a young girl passing by you while juggling a bunch of pears without touching them. It amazed you how openly those kids used their powers, as if they weren’t peculiar in any way. Well, they weren’t at this school, you reminded yourself. The girl stopped and eyed you curiously. “Would you mind telling me where I can find Professor Xavier’s office?”, you asked and smiled.

“It’s down the hall, to the left.”, she responded and turned around to pick up a pear she had dropped.

“Thanks.” Your heels loudly hit the floor as you walked past doors behind which you could feel the presence of students and teachers, children and adults. You were neither, you thought, and still, you were here. Right now you were just looking for someone to tell you how to use your abilities. You were hoping the Professor could maybe provide you with some information.

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Is He Here? // Conor Maynard

Word Count- 2402

Request-

Hey there! Hope you’re having a great day! Could I place a request for a Couple nor imagine please? The plot could maybe be where he comes back from tour a week early and the reader doesn’t know about and he asks the rest of the buttercreams to help him surprise you. If not then it’s no problem. Thanks x

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Four months, 15 days, and 10 hours. You had been counting. Conor left exactly Four months, 15 days, and 10 hours ago. And you missed him more and more with every passing second. He had gone on the North American leg of his worldwide tour. His second album was #1 on all the charts and most of his concerts were sold out. You couldn’t be happier for him; but the emptiness in your heart was undeniable.

It’s not that Conor ignored you. No, it was rather the opposite. He’d make sure to text you non-stop throughout the day and sometimes, if you were lucky, you’d get a random snap from the tour bus or dressing room. Every Sunday night, he’d Skype you and you two would talk until you fell asleep.

Yesterday he was in New York, tonight he’d be playing in Ohio, and tomorrow he’d be in Indiana. You kept up with his shows, watching the Instagram and twitter posts and the overflowing snaps stories; but mainly Jack’s.

The younger Maynard had decided to help George with the DJ’ing part of Conor’s tour. So most of your nights were filled with you sitting on your couch re-watching Jacks story over and over again just to get a glimpse of your boyfriend.

Tonight would’ve been like every other one, but you chose to dive into a new TV show. You needed something to take your mind off of Conor, just for a little bit. As you clicked onto the next episode of Shameless, you’re phone buzzed.

From Oli:

Don’t make plans on Friday, Caspar and I want to take you out to lunch.

You giggled as you typed a response.

From Y/n:

I have a boyfriend.

A few minutes later he replied.

From Oli:

Haha very funny. But seriously, we miss you.

This made you smile. You hadn’t seen either of them since Joe’s house party a few weeks back.

From Y/n:

We?

From Oli:

Caspar and I

From Y/n:

Miss you guys too :) pick me up at noon?

The rest of the night was spent curled up in your half empty bed, trying to focus on the lives of the Gallagher’s rather than your own.

~~

Four months, 16 days, and 4 hours.

His American leg was supposed to be six months, then he’d come back to London for two weeks. Then he’d be heading on to the South American leg of his tour for another 5-6 months.

It was less than two months until you would see him again, but it felt like a lifetime. You just had to wait a little bit longer.

You were currently cleaning the flat; not that it needed it though. Then your phone rang.

“Hey.” You said as you organized the movies on the shelf.

“Hey, Y/n.” Joe’s voice rang through the phone.

“What’s up Joe?” you were only half focused on the conversation.

“I was just wondering if you were busy on Friday,” he said.

“Actually yeah, I am.” you said, but then realized how rude that sounded.

“Oh…” you could tell he was feeling awkward.

“I am so sorry! That sounded so rude,” you laughed to try and lighten the mood. “But I’m going out to lunch with Oli and Caspar. You’re more than welcome to join us.”

“Oh no, that’s okay.”

“Joe,” you said sternly.

“Yeah?”

“You’re going to lunch with us. Just come over to the flat at 11:30. Oli will pick us up at noon.”

“No, Y/n. I don’t want to intrude.”

“Joe, you’re part of the group. It’s not intruding.”

“Fine,” he sighed. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Great!” you cheered and then ended the call.

~~

Four months, 17 days 2 hours.

You woke up rather late on Friday. It was a complete accident though. You had stayed up on Thursday watching Conor’s old videos. It was very emotional and you just couldn’t fall asleep. So then you headed over to his Instagram and just scrolled, reminiscing all the old moments. Before you knew it, it was 3 o’clock in the morning.

So as you slowly made your way to the kitchen, you were in no rush to get ready.

Then there was a knock at that door. You stared at it for a solid 30 seconds before reluctantly dragging yourself to the door.

“Morning love!” Mikey smiled brightly at you.

“Mikey, what the bloody hell are doing at my flat at 10 in the morning?” you let him in nonetheless.

“Am I not allowed to hang out with my favorite person?” he laughed, grabbing a bowl from the cabinet.

“I guess you’re right.” You laughed, following his suit. “But I have plans today.”

Panic flashed across his face and he started stuttering, “I- what- you- I mean… you have plans? What plans? With who?”

You laughed, “Calm down mom.”

“I’m not your mom.”

“I could’ve sworn you were,” you said in a serious tone, but your face showed you were being sarcastic.

“But seriously, what are your plans?”

You grabbed the milk from the fridge, “Going out to lunch with Oli, Caspar and Joe.”

“Ah.”

“Yeah, do you want to come?” you handed him his preferred cereal and waited for a reply.

“No, I um… I already had plans too,” he played with the spoon in his hand.

“Then why’d you come over?” you gave him a small smile.

“I uh, I wanted to see you duhh.”

“Mikey, you can come with us. They won’t mind.”

“Okay,” he flashed his classic smile which made you smile.

You two finished your breakfast and Mikey happily waited in the living room as you got ready. While you continued to do your hair, you heard a knock at the door.

“Hey, Mikey? Could you get the door?” you yelled from the bathroom.

“Sure,” he replied and a few seconds later another pair of feet were padding around your living room.

“I’ll be done in five minutes, I promise!”

“Don’t rush love, I’m early.” Joe called from the living room.

~~

“Hey,” you said opening the doors. “I invited Joe and Mikey as well. Hope you don’t mind.”

Oli gave you a hug, “Of course not.”

“The more the merrier, right?” Caspar smiled, pulling you in for a hug.

Oli and Caspar arrived at your flat around 11:50 and since none of your cars were big enough to fit all 5 of you, you had to wait for an Uber.

You five finally made it to Central London by 12:30 and had lunch at a small little sandwich place. Lunch went by smoothly. Caspar, Oli and Joe vlogging part of it and all four of you helping Mikey talk to a girl on Tinder.

“Would you mind if we stopped by a few shops before we head back?” you ask the boys as you leave.

“I don’t see why not,” Oli looked at the other boys for assurance.

“As long as we stop by TopShop,” Joe said.

“Yay!” you squealed, wrapping your arms around Mikey and Caspar’s neck.

~~

The boys hadn’t complained once since you started shopping, which was very unusual.

“So why aren’t you begging me to go home yet?” you asked as you walked to another shop.

“Huh?” Mikey asked.

“What do you mean?” Oli questioned.

“You guys hate shopping. So why are you guys not complaining?”

“We don’t mind it,” Joe smiled.

“Bullshit,” you stopped walking. “What’s going on? Why are you guys being so weird?”

“We’re not being weird,” Caspar laughed. “We just want you to have a good day.”

“That’s all, love.” Mikey added.

“But why?”

“Because we know you miss him,” Oli said simply.

“Oh,” you looked at the ground. “Thanks.”

“Of course, love.” Joe smiled.

“Ready to go home?” you headed towards a bench.

“Uh,” Oli said, grabbing his phone.

“What’s wrong?” you furrowed your eyebrows.

“Just gotta… call the Uber!” he said and rushed off.

“Since when do you call Uber’s?”

“It’s Oli, he’ll realize soon enough.” Caspar laughed causing the three of you to join in.

~~

After another 30 minutes, the Uber finally arrived. The ride was very awkward; you used your phone as an escape from the silence filled car. Meanwhile, all the boys were exchanging worried looks as the car arrived closer to its destination.

You finally dragged your eyes away from the illuminating screen. But you weren’t where you were supposed to be. The Uber stopped.

“Why are we at Jack’s?” you glared at the boys.

“I forgot something here a few days ago,” Joe gave you a sheepish smile.

“Okay,” you said, unlocking your phone again.

“Hey Casp, wanna help me look for it?” Joe asked as he opened the door. The blonde nodded and followed the older man into the building.

“Where the hell are they??” you whined. It had been a solid five minutes.

“Let me go check,” Mikey slipped out of the Uber and ran into the building Joe and Caspar had walked into a few minutes earlier.

You gave Oli a look and he just awkwardly looked out the window.

“I’m sorry, but I really need to go get some other people.” The Uber driver gives you an apologetic look through the rearview mirror.

You sighed and grabbed your bags, “It’s okay, and have a great day!”

“Sorry,” Oli says, scratching his neck as you two stood out in the cold.

“Might as well go help the others look,” you walked into the building.

Oli followed you and pulled out his vlogging camera. He began speaking to the camera, making sure not to bother you. When the elevator doors opened, he switched the camera onto you.

“What are you doing?” you looked past the camera and continue towards Jack’s door.

“Just vlogging,” he shrugged.

You turned back, “Mikey? Why aren’t you in there?”

“Uh…” he stammered, holding a camera as well. “Just go in.”

You gave both boys a weird look but opened the door nonetheless.

“Joe? Caspar? What are looking for?” you ask as you walk in, keeping your eyes on Oli.

“Oh uh, hi.” Josh said. “You weren’t supposed to be here yet.”

“Josh? What are you doing here?!?!” you questioned.

“What? Who’s here?” Joe appeared from the hallway, Caspar right behind. “What are you doing up here?”

“Waiting for you! The Uber left. What’s going on here?”

“Nothing,” they all say in unison.

“Tell me what’s going on.” You demanded. “Now.”

“Hey Joe, is Y/n still in the Uber?” a familiar voice says, it’s respective body emerging from the hallway.

“Jack?” you whisper.

“Uh, hi?” he says.

“You’re supposed to be on tour…” you continued to whisper, more to yourself than to him.

“About that…” he trailed off.

Tears began to well in your eyes, “Is he here?”

No one answered.

You looked at each boy, all of them looking at each other for help.

“Is he here?” you repeated, voice weak.

Jack nodded, and stepped out of the way of the hallway. You sprinted from where you previously were to the door of Jack’s room. Your hand slowly went to the doorknob, but you quickly remove it. You were anxious.

It had been exactly four months, 17 days, 8 hours, 48 minutes, and 36 seconds since you had last seen him in person.

39 seconds.

43 seconds.

You just stood there. You were scared. What if he had changed? What if you had changed? What if you two weren’t meant for each other anymore?

Who cares? You love him.

You knew you were right. So you grabbed the handle and turned it, slowly opening the door.

He was looking in the mirror, checking his hair and outfit.

He had changed. He was buffer. His biceps were a lot more defined than when he left. He was also tanner. His completion looking extra good in his grey t shirt.

He hadn’t noticed you yet. He grabbed the flowers on the bed and turned to face you; a huge smile spreading across his face when he saw you.

“Ello, love.” He chuckled.

“What are you doing here?” you said quietly.

“I got a week off, and I had to see you.” He smiled.

You stood there for a few more seconds until you lunged yourself into his arms. He instantly dropped the roses and pulled you closer to him.

“I missed you so much baby,” he breathed into your neck. “So. Fucking. Much.”

“I missed you too,” you hugged him tighter, which he returned.

You two finally let go, but Conor kept his arms wrapped around your waist; and yours around his neck.

“You’re only here for a week?” you pouted.

“Yeah, but I had a question,” he started.

“Well ask away.”

“Come with me.”

“Where?”

“On tour.”

You stepped back, “Are you serious? Because I swear to God if this is a prank, I’m going to kill you,” you turned around, looking for cameras.

He chuckled and laced your hands with his, “It’s not a prank, I promise.”

“Yes, of course I’ll go on tour with you,” you laughed, hugging him again.

“I have been waiting four months to hold you again,” he smiled, pulling you closer.

“And I’ve waited four months to kiss you again,” you giggled.

“Is that right?” he asked sarcastically, causing you to giggle again.

“Yes, so are you gonna make my wish come true?”

“Well, since mine did. I guess, I could help yours a little,” he exaggerated. He brought his lips to your neck and then to you jaw and then your cheek.

“There you go, wish come true.” He said, pulling away.

“Asshole,” you laughed.

“Did you expect something else?” he asked seriously, but his toothy smile showed you otherwise.

“A little,” you shrugged. “But you’re a bad kisser anyways.”

“Don’t lie,” he smirked. “You know my kisses are the best.”

“Prove it,” you smirked back.

Conor cupped your face in his hands, leaning closer to you.

“God, you are so beautiful,” he whispered, putting his forehead against yours. “I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you too,” you whispered back.

He captured your lips in a kiss; it was all over the place. You two went from a heavy make-out session to little pecks all over each other’s bodies and then finally to what you guys have lacked the most in the past 4 months. And Conor definitely made sure to let you know how much he missed you that night.

andy-quick  asked:

Hey! Could you do one where the reader is dating Tim and whenever she visits the manor, Damian clings to her because he has this huge crush on her and basically just Damian sneaking in between the Tim and reader's fluff? Thanks! Love ya! ✨

Hi, sorry for the long wait! I feel like I diverted a lot from what you wanted… but nevertheless, I hope you will enjoy this!


The moment Damian hears the front door open and Pennyworth’s voice greeting you, he casually gets off the sofa he had been laying on and walks out from the living room, just in time to see you. The smile on your face when you see him is very bright – he feels smug about it – and you pad towards him.

“Hello, Damian.” You wrap your arms around him and Damian smiles in to the hug before wrapping his own arms around you too. If this was somebody else, Damian would have hiss and scowl at them, before threatening to take off their hands permanently for even thinking about touching him. “How are you?”

Damian pulls away to answer your question. “To pass time I read a few books just now.” In other words, he had been bored while waiting for you to arrive. You knew Damian well enough to understand his roundabout way of telling you about his feelings honestly. You laugh warmly at that.

“Can you show me what you read? I finished the book you recommended a week ago and now I am itching to get another book.” You tell him excitedly – surprisingly (though by this point, you really should not be surprised by anything Tim’s family procures) Damian has some really good tastes in books.

Damian huffs his chest with pride and nods his head. “Of course – we should go to the library! Father managed to buy me a few more books too. I think you might quite enjoy the new readings as well.” You nod your head and glance at Alfred who is watching the exchanged with bemused eyes. You wave your hand at him and he nods his head at you. The two of you left for the library, with you forgetting the first reason you came to the manor.

That is how Tim finds you a good half an hour later. You were supposed to meet up with him so the two of you can spend some time together and then have hi-tea but when you did not come knocking on his door the moment you texted him you had arrived, that is when he knew something was up.

This lead to him leaving his bedroom to look for you. He had been about to go to the garden – because that is also one of the places you like to go to whenever you visit the manor – when Alfred had kindly led him to the library, keeping a small smile on his face when Tim finally realizes just who had taken away all of your attention.

The moment you spy him though, all of his worries, bubbling annoyance and little tinge of jealousy disappear because the smile on your face looks incredibly bright and there is just something about the way you look at him that made him extremely happy. “Tim!”

Damian shoots him a glare and Tim does his best to ignore the youngest Wayne and heads to his girlfriend instead. He presses a kiss at the top of your head before putting an arm around you, sneakily giving Damian a smirk. He can see Damian gritting his teeth before picking another book to give to you.

Your attention is immediately back on Damian. “Oh, I have heard great reviews about this one; are you sure it is alright for me to be borrowing this much?” You look away from the book Damian handed to you to the growing pile of books. You are so going to have your hands full for the upcoming weeks.

“Tt.” Damian nods his head affirmatively. “Of course – father would not mind and Drake certainly would not stop you from reading.” Damian looks at your boyfriend. “He knows how much you love to read.” He smirks knowing how he had just effectively cut short any possible interactions he would have with you.

This was probably one of the reasons why Tim and you got so well together. You were obsessed with reading books, books in general just as much as he is with his work and his technology.

You laugh. “Thank you, Damian; I will make sure to return all of them in one piece.” You tell him as you gather the books in to your arms. Tim, seeing how you are struggling with the amount of books, took a couple with him. “Thank you, Tim.” You press a kiss close to Tim’s mouth.

“Should we ask Alfred to make a few sandwiches and head to the gardens?” Tim asks you as he stare at you. You smile brightly and nod your head. “The weather is really good too. Come on.”

Damian huffs and crosses his arms quietly. He knows your time with him is coming to an end.

You turn to look at Damian and smile before ruffling his hair with your free hand. “Thank you for this, Damian! Come see me later before I leave yeah?” You tell him and when he smiles at you, you grin back at him happily. Damian is such an adorable little kid; really makes you miss your own little brothers.

Tim wraps his arm around your waist and pull you closer to him, sticking his tongue out cheekily at Damian.

“Tim, love, stop aggravating Damian and let’s go.” You swat playfully at your boyfriend – it’s not like you were unaware of this weird rivalry the two of them have got going. You just choose to ignore it most of the time.

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NCT HyungLine’s Reaction To Walking In On You Masterbating

Requested: Can I request a fluff slight smut scenario of how NCT and Johnny would react to walking in on you masterbating?

A/N: So you said scenario for NCT & Johnny? That’s 7? Umm so I made it into a reaction instead~ This is also assuming you’re dating, but haven’t been for that long.



Taeil:

Originally posted by 40boys

Taeil would feel flustered and embarrassed, quickly closing his eyes. He would begin to smile, feeling so flustered and would slowly close the door, apologizing from behind it.
“Sorry-”


Johnny:

Originally posted by y-ta

As soon as Johnny opened the door he would become panicked, a look of horror on his face. He would stay rooted to his spot his gaze flitting over you before he blinked and quickly turned around and left the room, feeling awkward.
“So I was telling Yuta today- Oh…”


Taeyong:

Originally posted by leetaeyungs

Taeyong’s face morph from one of surprise to an unreadable one. He would swallow thickly, his greedy eyes not shying away from openly staring at you. He would come into the room, silently shutting the door behind him.
“You were thinking about me, right?”


Yuta:

Originally posted by smboys

Yuta would press his ear to the door as soon as he felt something was amiss.
He’d heard you, a low whine of his name. He’d collect himself pretty quickly, barging in. He’d get a kick out of your reaction, his smile teasing.
“You called?”


Doyoung:

Originally posted by taesyong

Doyoung’s eyes would widen at first, a look of surprise and shock on his face. His expression would then relax as he remained silent. You would stop, wanting to say something, but still be frozen on the bed. His mind would turn dirty, conjuring new ideas.
“You don’t have to stop just because I came-”


Ten:

Originally posted by ncttrashaf

He’d be majorly embarrassed, even if the two of you had done stuff before… He’d feel he interrupted you and would cast his gaze to the floor, blushing profusely.
“Sorry, I-I’m going now-”


Jaehyun:

Originally posted by trainingpanda

After staring at you once he saw you his eyes would dart around before ultimately landing on yours again. His eyes would be darker, a small smirk on his lips, the feeling already growing in his pants.
“You naughty girl…”


Win:

Originally posted by sichengss

Initially, he’d be quite shocked.
However, I think he’d eventually smile. He’d enjoy the thought of you touching yourself to the thought of him.
“You love me that much?”
He’d probably be too cute for the situation-

Adam Raki and the Accidental Nurse

Today is my darling @hotsauce418‘s birthday and the trash possum extraordinaire requested some Spacedogs sickfic. So happy birthday hotty, I hope you enjoy <3<3<3

Also on AO3.


“Fucking cocksucking asshole cab drivers!”

If he looked at it objectively, Nigel would probably allow that there was a reason cab drivers tended not to stop for him. Six foot of glowering, tattooed Romanian was probably enough to make even your most toughened Californian cabbie lock all his doors, let alone the pussies who drove in this hoity-fucking-toity neck of the woods. Objectivity was not, however, one of Nigel’s strong points, so instead he elected to continue growling obscenities at the entire cab-driving profession as he moved down towards the back of the bus he’d been forced to mount in lieu of any other transport options.

“Motherfucking dick hole son of a fucking whore!”

“Could you please refrain from swearing until you have left the bus, please?”

Nigel swung to find the source of the soft but direct complaint, fully anticipating a welcome chance to knock some cheeky fucker’s face in. What he found, instead, was a face he wouldn’t wish to see damaged by his or any other fists for all the money in the world. Bright blue eyes, wide and innocent looking, were set in a pale, smooth-skinned face, and set off by waves of brown hair, just coming loose from the neat, careful shape they had been tamed into. Nigel took in the young man sitting opposite him, the old man clothes and stiff demeanour not remotely dimming his beauty, and immediately decided to switch from offensive to charm offensive.

He grabbed the rail above the kid’s seat and hung off it, leaning down with a smile to say, “My apologies, gorgeous, I didn’t realise I was being so uncouth. I’d hate to think I made you uncomfortable.”

The kid crossed his arms in front of himself, not meeting Nigel’s gaze, and said, “I don’t like loud noises or swearing, they make me uncomfortable. In addition, I have a very bad headache and am not feeling very well, so I would appreciate it if you could wait until you are further away before continuing your tirade. And my name is Adam,” he added. “Please don’t call me gorgeous, it is demonstrably untrue and therefore either you are mocking me, or attempting to use an endearment inappropriate for someone you have just met.”

Nigel blinked, and then gave Adam a slow look up and down. “Darling, I’m not sure what you see when you look in the mirror, but from here you are very evidently the most gorgeous thing in this whole damn state.”

At this, Adam flicked his eyes up to Nigel’s for a fraction of a second before he looked away again. He sighed and said, “I can’t tell if you mean what you say. Normally I would attempt to understand, but I’m really not feeling well enough to do so today. My stop is not far away, would you mind if we don’t talk anymore?”

“I don’t mind darling,” Nigel grinned. He was suddenly very glad to have taken the fucking bus this once, if it meant getting to sit next to this strange, pretty kid for a little while. “But in return, might I sit with you, seems like all the other seats are taken. Promise to keep my trap shut,” he added, holding his hands up as Adam narrowed his eyes. The kid peered at him – or at least, near to him – for another moment, then gave a curt nod of his head, and moved a little to the side to make space for Nigel.

True to his word, Nigel didn’t utter another syllable. He did, however, take advantage of Adam’s resolutely front-facing gaze to look his fill. At first, he simply admired the kid’s trim figure, his long legs and the way his surprisingly broad shoulders tapered into a slim waist. Eventually, though, he lifted his gaze above the kid’s neck and began to get concerned. There was sweat on Adam’s brow, and high colour in his cheeks. He hadn’t been lying when he said he was sick.

“Adam, I know I said I would be quiet, but you don’t look good, darling. Are you going to be ok?” The question drew no response, and Nigel began to get truly worried at the glassy look in Adam’s eyes. He was about to try again when the bus started to slow, and Adam stood jerkily, swaying a little as he gathered his things. Apparently this was his stop. Reluctantly, Nigel stood to let him past, already wondering if he should offer to see the kid home, if that would be unwelcome to this closed off young man. His mind was made up for him, though, when Adam fainted clean into his arms.

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Riverdale Prompt #1: Archie Andrews

[A/n]: I don’t know how many of these I’ll be doing, but I’ll just keep posting these until I get ideas for actual imagines. I stole the prompts from here. I’ll also probably be doing the same thing on my Teen Wolf blog (here). I will be writing based on what happens in the tv show due to the fact that I haven’t read the comic series. Okay, I guess that’s all I have to say. Enjoy :)

Word count: 520+

Status: Unedited


You had the opportunity to spend the summer out of town, so you took it, even though it meant you wouldn’t get to spend so much time with your boyfriend, Archie. You came back only two weeks before school was supposed to start, and although Archie was supposed to spend the following day with you, he had yet to text or call you or to even stop by.

“[Y/n]! Would you mind checking the mail for me?” you heard your dad yell from upstairs.

“Sure,” you called back, slipping a pair of sneakers on. You pulled the door open, and a wave of shock (and of course happiness) ran over you. A heavy breathing, shirtless, red-headed boy stood with his back toward you. You could tell he had either been running or jogging, but regardless, you knew who it was.

“Archie?” you asked with a smile crossing your lips. He turned around a nervous expression on his face. You stepped outside of your home, leaving the door open, to press a kiss to his cheek. “How long have you been standing there?”

“N-not too long,” he stuttered out. “Maybe twenty minutes or so. I-I don’t really know.”

“Twenty minutes? Why didn’t you knock?”

He shrugged, “Can I, uh…can we talk?”

And you felt your heartbeat pick up. Anyone who had ever heard those words knew that they weren’t good.

“I guess so.” Your heart was beating faster than you even knew it could. “Do you wanna come in or…”

“That sounds good.” He walked past you and into the living room before you could even get in.

“Archie, is everything okay?” You had finally made it into the living room and took a seat next to him on your sofa.

“Yeah! I-I mean no, not really.” At this time you’d noticed that he wasn’t breathing as heavily as before. “Look, do you remember the night before you left to spend time with your grandparents? We were hanging out at my place?”

“Yeah, we ordered pizza and you got sauce all over my favorite shirt.”

He smiled slightly as he reminisced on the moment. “Yeah.” He grabbed your hands with his own, brushing his thumb over your skin. “Do you remember what we promised each other?”

You thought for a moment. “Well, I promised that I’d stay away from any cute Californian boys, and you promised to stay away from any cute girls while you were on your road trip with Jughead.” The last few words fell from your mouth slower than the others as anxiety washed over you. Archie didn’t say anything. “Did you cheat on me?” Still nothing. You pulled your hands away from his, a disgusted look on your face. “I can’t believe it,” you mumbled.

“Who knew you’d be the one to throw our relationship away all for sex with some stranger.“

“It wasn’t a stranger,” Archie sighed.

You scoffed, “As if that makes it any better.” You shook your head as the first set of tears fell from your eyes, “Who was it, Archie?”

He looked up at you with watery eyes, “Ms. Grundy, my music instructor.”

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Name: Your crush is here.
Pairing: Fred x reader
Summary: the reader and Fred have serious crushes on each other, and Ginny knows about it, so she keeps using it to annoy the reader.

You have been running around the Burrow for a legit half an hour, trying to catch Ginny who has been way too obvious about your crush. Way too obvious. Who else would greet Fred and George with turning to the staircase and yelling “Y/N, your crush is here?” Well, true that the twins were not actually here, so she did not greet them this way, but the terror you felt was rather real. So your attempt to strangle her absolutely understandable.

“Come here, you little witch! Come here, I will tear your eyes out!” (ok, maybe you go a little too violent) you are rushing down the stairs, almost breaking your neck, when you trip on someone’s shoes (seriously, who leaves shoes in the hall?) and almost fall down, when someone catches you and keeps from actually breaking your neck.

“Uhm… What did my little sister do now?” you are ready to start cursing - of all the people in the Burrow, the one catch you should be the one that wasn’t here half an hour ago. And who is not supposed to be holding you right now.

“Fred,” you smile at him, as he carefully puts you on the ground. “Hi.”

“Hello to you too. So what did my sister do?”

“Oh, nothing special,” you blush, as Fred smirks, really wanting to know what Ginny could do to cause such a reaction.

“Nothing special makes you want to tear her eyes out?”

“I may be too aggressive?”

“Oh, I would hate to make you angry,” Fred says half-jokingly half-seriously, as you slowly start walking downstairs.

“You could hardly do that.”

“Yeah? I am glad,” you blush even more, as Ginny appears in front of you (you can swear she used magic even though it’s forbidden).

“Fred, good thing you’re here! Mom has forgotten one of our old cabinets in Y/N’s room, and she asked you to fix it,” you roll your eyes - one of the cabinets in your room actually was dysfunctional because of some old Weasley stuff (that’s why Molly explained it when you asked her), but you never expected Ginny to set you up this way. Fred shrugs his shoulders, moans something about those old cabinets and heads towards your room to fix the bloody thing. I hate you, you mouth Ginny, and she answers with the widest smile ever, as you rush after Fred before he explodes something in your room.

“That is a very nice room,” Fred notices, and you both shut up awkwardly, realizing that the room is one of his own home, so you couldn’t really respond in your usual manner. After all, the only your thing in the room was the luggage. And some clothes. “Ok, let’s deal with this cabinet.”

“There is something inside,” you tell him covertly, as if it’s a secret.

“Oh, really? Want to hold hands?” Fred grunts, quickly opening the cabinet and casting a few spells before whatever is inside manages to murder you. “There is nothing.”

“There is… what?”

“Nothing,” he opens the cabinet to show the absolutely empty space. “My little sister messed up with us again.”

“I will kill her.”

“I will help,” wholeheartedly promises Fred. “Shall I get the shovel?”

“I don’t have any ropes with me,” you whine, as if really upset.

“How could you ever leave your house without a good rope?” exclaims Fred, looking truly disappointed. “I am so let down.”

“Ugh, sorry about that,” you quickly smile at him, then return to being quiet.

“Uhm, Y/N?” you suddenly realize that Fred walked up to you, so now you are standing literally face to face.

“Fred?” you realize that you lost your voice.

“My sister is known to be a match-maker. Do you think she could be… shipping us?” you grin at the word ‘ship’ - you were the one to teach it to them.

“Your sister is insane, so everything is possible.”

“Would it be that insane to ship us?” he asks quietly, and you realize that you are really blushing too much.

“Absolutely insane.”

“You really think so?” he asks again, making another step forward and carefully tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear.

“No?” you ask back, fighting the urge to fix the curl yourself because all Fred did was mess with it and tickle your skin.

“That’s good,” he suddenly pulls away. “I will see you at dinner?”

“Uhm… Yeah, I guess,” Fred laughs at the pure confusion in your eyes, then steps back towards you and takes your face with both hands. “I am just kidding,” he leans in, as if about to kiss you, then suddenly stops. “Would you mind if I kiss you?”

“I don’t know, would you?” you ask him back, and Fred smiles with relief, pulling in one of the softest kisses in your life.

| Sick; PCY

Member: Chanyeol | EXO

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: You were sick but that did not stop you and Chanyeol’s hormones from getting the best of you two.



Being sick could be a pro or con depending on how you looked at it.

People could say being sick is a blessing, due to the sickly being able to stay home from school or work. They could have an excuse for being lazy, a break from being expected of doing their normal routines. A day to nuzzle into a pile of blankets on the bed, or the couch, and sleep. Not having to worry about anything but getting better.

People could also say being sick is a curse. The runny noses, the coughs, the throwing up and many other nasty symptoms the sickness came with. A day filled with several trips to the bathroom and endless doses of medicine wasn’t fun. People would rather be healthy and dealing with their daily responsibilities than bedridden.

However, You were of those people who believed being sick was a blessing and a curse.

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Attached (sequel to Delirious)

Sebastian Stan x reader

Notes: fluff, swearing, smut


First part: Delirious

(second and last part!)

Originally posted by minmiin1d

The morning after wasn’t really what you expected; if you were expecting anything at all. Maybe you half expected him to be distant and regret everything that went down between you. Or maybe you expected him to ignore it completely and carry on as if nothing had ever happened. But the opposite was true. He woke you up early, with a chaste, lingering kiss behind your ear, a hand on your hip, fingertips grazing the skin underneath the hem of your shirt.

“I’ve never woken up so relaxed in my entire life” he murmured softly, pressing his body tighter against your back.

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Exo: Reacting to you liking thigh riding

Xiumin

Okay lets be honest here, this little cutie wouldn’t be so cute in this situation. He wouldn’t think too much about the request but would be thinking about how amazing you’d look on him and how good he would make you feel. Xiumin would be more than happy to add ways to pleasure you.

“Come have a seat Jagi. Tell me who’s making you feel this good.“ 

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Suho

I feel that Suho would be a bit surprised about the position you had asked for but nonetheless nothing would stop him from enjoying it as much as you. 

“Don’t worry Y/N, I’ll help make it a little bit more interesting”

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Chen

I personally think that Chen wouldn’t take you seriously if you told him. He wouldn’t think you’d have it in you. He would keep bugging you till you finally snap and take control. Don’t get me wrong nothing in his right mind would stop you from getting what you want.

“Come on babe, prove it”

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Chanyeol

THIS BOI OMG. I completely feel that this boy would turn this into a fricken kink. Or he would use it against you to get what he wants afterwards.

“Jagi…It looks like we’re going to have a fun night”

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 Baekhyun

I think Baekhyun would be all for it. Heck he would even encourage it instead of being surprised. though on a side note, he probably would have had been the one that introduced you to thigh riding. 

“Hey babe. How about we try something new tonight?”

Lay

Yixing would be like Suho. He would be surprised and a bit confused in why you would chose his leg to ride. But he wouldn’t complain because seeing you please yourself would definitely turn him on.

“Why ride my leg, when you can ride something else?”

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Kai

Kai wouldn’t be the type to make a really big deal about it. I feel he was kinda expecting you to say something sooner or later. I mean look at his thighs. Do I really need to explain? Who wouldn’t want to do them?

“Come over here Jagi. You dont have to ask me twice.’

D.O

Kyungsoo would be the type to low key love knowing that you wanted to. On the outside he would tell you that you were being weird you had a wild imagination but on the inside its completely  different.  Secretly cant wait for you to actually do it instead of just talking about it and for his hand to have full range on you body.

“What are you waiting for Y/N?”

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Sehun

Okay so even though he is the youngest, BUT HE SURE WON’T ACT LIKE IT. Sehun would be a total tease. (Daddy kink like omg) He’d want you to work for it. Maybe even beg for it until he is pleased with what you were doing.

“Does my baby want to feel good tonight? I guess we’ll see how badly you want it”



hello everyone Im aestheic-byunbacon, one of the new admins on this account. Im really excited to be here and cant wait to write more for you guys. Some bands that i really enjoy are Exo, Bts, Seventeen, Astro, Kard, Monsta X, and many more. I hope you all enjoy this :)