you thought the self pity was over

The Signs at their Best / The Signs at their Worst
  • Aries at their best: Full of life, adventurous and with a bright light in their eyes - a light bright enough to make all darkness disappear. Challenging, caring and with a big smile on their face. Admiring all beauty they can see, their head filled with plans. Nothing could ever bring them down, nothing could come between them and whatever it is that they want.
  • Aries at their worst: Doubting themselves in a very destructive way. They think it's all their fault and that they can't make anyone truly happy. Reckless. Cannot be reached by anyone, no one knows what's going on inside their head. Harsh. Don't care if they hurt someone's feelings or not. Don't care at all.
  • Taurus at their best: Absolute sweethearts with a great wits. Their heart is only open wide for people they choose carefully because they know it's for their own good. They know what's good for them and they're confident because they know what they're capeable of. A true and fair winner. Caring, charming, funny, intelligent, affectionate.
  • Taurus at their worst: They seem cold and careless. They know how to use words when they want to cause pain with them and they do that. Doubting themselves, suddenly lost all their confidence. Can't really control their feelings and tend to explode. Not looking after themselves and their loved ones because they're busy being stuck in a bad mood but deep down they're very very sorry for it.
  • Gemini at their best: A head full of ideas, a chest full of life. Up to something great, smiling, laughing, telling jokes, telling the greatest stories. Caring, motivating and inspiring. Freedom-loving, passionate about life, creative. Helpful, knows how to cheer you up. They don't run out of energy, they keep going.
  • Gemini at their worst: There is no sparkle in their eyes. Their hands are cold and their look is empty. Everything bores them, bothers them or sucks the life out of their bones. They don't see or hear anything, they're lost in thoughts. Get mean easily, say things they don't mean. Hurt others on purpose but end up hurting themselves. Self-pitying, over-emotional or not showing any emotion.
  • Cancer at their best: Brave people of good heart. Kind and caring, spreading love and good vibes. They fight for what they want, they always have something to say. Generous, understanding, shining as bright as the sun. A smile that makes others smile. They are very strong and handle their emotions wisely. Not to be underestimated.
  • Cancer at their worst: Say or do things they regret immediately. Forget to take care of themselves. They don't talk to anyone, don't reply. They tend to put themselves under an enormous emotional pressure. May manipulate others or completely lock themselves away.
  • Leo at their best: The literal sun. They shine so bright even when they're not smiling. Their laugh echoes, everybody hears it. Very proud, ambitious, kind, fair and loving. Bring happiness wherever they go, bring light into the dark. Full of dreams and very intelligent. The one that makes a boring evening a perfect one. Protective and they have a great sense of humour.
  • Leo at their worst: Believing themselves to be not good enough, doubting themselves and suffering from it. Harsh and kind of cold. Their look is still powerful and you dare not to speak to them. They drift away, may get mean or change their mind really quick because they just don't know what they want and it frustrates them so much.
  • Virgo at their best: Really good at doing what they love to do. Happy to spend time with people they like, generous and gentle, wise, gives great advices. Takes hints, makes great surprises and knows how to comfort people. Full of life and they have a great wits. The one that keeps you grounded. Honest and fair.
  • Virgo at their worst: Causing pain or worries to others to release themselves from it. They may be manipulative and self-pitying, exaggerating and not really speaking up. They tend to make decisions they will regret later. They forget how clever they are or they doubt their skills and their intelligence and make themselves smaller than they are.
  • Libra at their best: A great supporter. Someone with an eye for beauty, a charming smile and an amazing aura. They are funny, full of ideas and spontaneous. Remember little things and can easily make others happy what they love to do. Very creative, honest and they have a wild soul.
  • Libra at their worst: Moody, not seeing themselves as the masterpiece they are. Letting everybody know how they feel. Cold and feeling incredibly bad about it. They just hide away from the world and won't let anything come close to them. In pain just because they see all the flaws in their lives although there may not even be some.
  • Scorpio at their best: Passionate, strong, strong-willed, skilled and loving. They are full of secrets which is why they can keep secrets like no one else. An entire universe for themselves. They don't care about limits but in a good way. They share their ideas and dreams and cheer others up.
  • Scorpio at their worst: Neglecting their friends, their family, their duties and themselves. Reckless and not saying much about it. Things that usually fascinate them do not fascinate them anymore and they feel like nothing could ever make them smile again. Everything they love starts seeming so irrelevant to them.
  • Sagittarius at their best: Funny, uplifting, full of life and good energy. They don't care what anyone thinks of them, they will dance to loud music whenever they feel like it. They are open minded and interested in things, prepared to stand up for what they believe in at any time.
  • Sagittarius at their worst: Feeling depressed and not able to explain it, express it or talk about it. Over emotional and hot tempered, about to explode although they don't always know why. About to yell at someone for little things although they don't want to. Tired of everything.
  • Capricorn at their best: A guardian angel. Always there when you need them, glad to help. Caring for themselves and really moving things. Know how to use words and what to say in any situation. Working on something great, motivating others, taking care of people.
  • Capricorn at their worst: Sarcastic and they just shut everything down. Maybe bitter over something, maybe making others upset, too. Seem to have given up. Not sure what to do or what to say. Doubting themselves deep down but not willing to admit it. Not showing any emotions.
  • Aquarius at their best: An actual source of energy. Always have the greatest plans and ideas, dislike boredom. They love communicating and meeting new people, seeing new places. Curious about life, wanting to explore the world. Lift others up with their presence only.
  • Aquarius at their worst: Complaining over everything and annoying others with it. They don't care about anything anymore, reckless. Do not care anymore and do their own thing even though it might not be good for them. Ignoring others and feeling empty deep down. Like they ran out of energy.
  • Pisces at their best: Supporting others, taking care of others but also of themselves. Very clever, know what to say, funny. Their fantasy knows no limits and they're very productive. Do art or listen to music. Make others smile and fascinate them. Playing their own little games. Inspired.
  • Pisces at their worst: Feeling incredibly sad because of how the world is. Manipulative and stubborn. Actually dangerous because you just can't tell what they're up to. Revengeful. They have no energy and feel powerless, underestimated and not treated how they think they should be treated.
Ultimate Viktuuri FicRec

(☉‿☉✿) I know y’all have been craving some Viktuuri fics, even more so since it’s already ended and we have to wait for season 2. So what better way to pass time than to read some good ol’ fanfics. Here’s a list for you guys. ENJOY   (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧


From the moon by ButterBeerBitch

Victor Nikiforov, the living legend, winner of five consecutive World Championships and five straight Grand Prix Finals - was in Yuuri’s bed. Yuuri’s bumpy, squeaky bed, with the Pokémon stickers peeling off the frame and the unwashed sheets.
“Smells like you,” Victor mumbled, careful and coy.

Yuuri was on the verge of passing out.

-

Or that one time Victor finds out why Yuuri has never let him inside his bedroom because….well, we all know why…


Things we’re all too young to know by incode

Victor miscalculates a date.


Family Arrangements by xshiroi_aki

“It’s like watching a kid, his parents, and his grandparents.”

Her marriage status aside, it kind of made sense.

That was an arrangement she could work with.


In your area by Suzariah

“Hot Russian singles are in your area.”

Yuuri probably wishes he had adblock. Victor is amused.


Get me to the Church on time by InsomniacArrest

Stories of various characters on the day of Victor and Yuuri’s wedding.

Everyone on the big day as Victor and Yuuri prepare to get hitched.


Disaster by LFMH021

“I know that one way or another, Viktor will marry you anyway. I will be your best man right so–” Phichit stated.

Chris raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me? I’m pretty sure I am the best man in their wedding.”

Yurio frowned and crossed his arms. “I was the one who suffered when these two were still pining each other. I think I deserve to be with them at the altar at the very least.”

Yuuri and Viktor glanced at each other, torn.

Yuuri didn’t really expect that Viktor’s statement about their engagement and [if] marriage would bring disaster and chaos into their night right before the Grand Prix Final’s Short Program.


Habit by LFMH021

Yuuri has developed a habit. Before competitions, whenever he wants to concentrate and exercise at the same time, he faces the wall, braces his forearms on it and then wiggle his hips while trying to recite over and over again his routine.

With earphones in and eyes shut, he doesn’t see the way others stare at him. Viktor does, though, and try to bring their attentions away. Phichit and Chris are little shits, as usual.


Amateur or Expert? Watermellonsmellinfellon

“The instructor at the local ice rink was cute. Cute with his glasses on and downright sexy with them off. And Victor just really wanted to spend some alone time with him, but there seemed to be no free time in the other’s schedule. Which left Victor considering other methods.”

In which Victor pretends he isn’t a figure skating genius all so he could talk to Yuuri.


Next time he’ll ask by Kaylin and Kira (Saphie)

Yuuri gets experimental and tries out something new in bed – calling Viktor “daddy” – but because of Viktor’s insecurities about aging, things go unexpectedly (and absurdly) wrong. [Not a daddy!kink fic so much as a humorous subversion.]


Passive-Aggressive by JapaneseAnimeFreak16

Chris has seen many strange things in his life, but he’s never seen this.

“Victor…why are you eating cereal with a spatula?”


Love Like You by LFMH021

“Viktor, it’s your turn to throw the garbage, right?”

“Nope~ Can’t remember such an agreement~” Viktor sing-sang, tiptoeing back to their bedroom.

“Yuuri, did you eat my pint of ice cream while I was out?”

“H-Huh? No way!” Yuuri spluttered with a speck of chocolate on the corner of his lips.

With each other and Makkachin by their sides on their own cozy home with framed (stolen, random and wedding) photographs occupying most of the wall, Viktor and Yuuri couldn’t ask for more.

[Basically, just a domestic Viktuuri fluff wherein Episode 11 was resolved, both of them retired but they both applied as coaches [with Yuuri as skating tutor for kids], they got married and were now living happily in their own home with Makkachin in Spain. Alternating POVs.]


Liar Liar Pants on Fire by shingeki_no_llama

Yuuri’s (not-so-secret) secret gay crush on Victor is discovered after Victor storms into his room unannounced! How will his idol and newfound coach react?

Hint: he will be very touched *wink*


Of Onsen-Holly Water by Moe_Bear

So, here’s the deal: in order to achieve such perfection, one must obligatory have contracted with Satan himself. There is no other explanation. Yuri Plisetsky is damn sure about it.


All the Times Yuuri ran from Viktor, and the One Time He Didn’t by Reisil

Or, the five times Yuuri ran from Viktor, and the time that Viktor held on.
In which Yuuri finds that he is constantly running from Viktor, until Viktor decides he’s had enough.


Just Date Me Already by Ame (Ulan)

Victor has never wanted anything more in his life.

“Yuuri, go out with me.”

“Eeh?”


let him know by mutation

Victor returns to Hasetsu alone. When he arrives at the Katsuki household, someone is waiting for him.


remembrance by doubletan

Victor remembers the confusion, hurt and rejection when he finds the empty hotel room that had once been occupied by an individual bearing the name of Katsuki Yuri hours ago, and said individual was now en route to Japan. He remembers sinking to the carpeted floor in his pajamas before returning to his own room to curl up in his comforter. He remembers Yakov coming over to help him pack with pity evident in his eyes when the check out time had long past and Victor was nowhere to be found. And all Victor could do was lie immobile on the bed with tears he thought would never end. He remembered lecturing his own self mentally, that it was ridiculous to act this way for someone you had only met once, but yet, he could not deny the fact that last night was the first time Victor had felt honestly living, relieved from the burdens and expectations as a renowned and international ice skater. Being with Yuri had felt absolutely right.

or a fic of how a heartbroken Victor had fared since that banquet and how he finally won Yuri’s heart


Looking for A Clue by rosenlight

It takes one touch and Yuuri’s head goes haywire.


Take My Hand - Take My Whole Life Too by shingeki_no_llama

Victor Nikiforov thinks he knows just who has their thoughts scrawled so carelessly on the back of his hand. He can only pray he is right.

———
Soulmate AU where the thoughts of your soulmate inscribe themselves on your skin in a temporary ever-changing tattoo


Ask Me by MarginalMadness

Sometimes life doesn’t work out the way you want it to. Especially when you give someone else the power to break your heart.


stay by my side by paranoid_fridge

“Finally!” somebody shouts and Yuuri jumps. Russian Yuri stomps toward him, expression dark. “He’s on his third round of that.” Yuri jerks a thumb to the rink behind his back. “Make him stop before he hurts himself.”

Aka Yuuri says “let’s end this”, Viktor turns to melodramatic skating, they get to cry and kiss (in that order) and all is well in the end.


Masks off by emulikule

And so the story goes that a playboy comes to a town, makes it fall in love with him and then proceeds to get himself enticed by the most mysterious person there.

Wait… did it really go like that?


Stress Is Bad by MEIXIU

“I can’t handle this. Stress is bad for the baby.” Yuuri deadpans.
If everyone were drinking something, they would have spat out their drinks in surprise.


An Examination of Stamina by Viktor Nikiforov by Anonymous_Ostrich

“Viktor…” Yuuri’s voice was low and gravelly, his teeth grazing the bend of Viktor’s neck, “Is it really okay to keep going?” His cock stirred inside of Viktor, still rock hard, still eager. The feeling of Yuuri’s semen trickling slowly out of his stretched hole made Viktor shiver, and he grabbed Yuuri’s chin in his hand, yanking his face up so that their eyes could meet.

“I’ll say this once, Yuuri. Give me everything you’ve got. Don’t stop even if I beg for you to.”


Accidentally Seductive  by braveten

Yuuri Katsuki is a walking contradiction.

(And it’s driving Viktor mad.)


Out For A Walk by Cinnamean

Yuri goes out with Yakov to explore town and gets separated from his coach. Walking around town with no money for food, he runs into the two infamous lovebirds.


Darling, Please Don’t Ask Me by HisRedEmpress

Sometimes, letting things left unsaid can be harmful.

But sometimes, only sometimes, there’s just no words needed.


yuri is even more done with everyone than previously believed by thankyouforexisting

There are things Yuri isn’t proud of, regardless of how superior to everyone else he is. Few things, of course, but still there nonetheless, though he loathes exposing them. One of his regrets might be, for example, not reading the summary of Fifty Shades of Grey before his mom mentioned off-handedly, “We should watch it, Yura.” (He can never look at her in the same way again.)

Going out for Victor’s “ exciting stag night” (which is a terrible name for it, as it mostly consisted in him sitting down and watching skaters get progressively drunker as they tried to do jumps off ice on the corner of a busy street, while everyone stared) and allowing himself to be roped into a hopeless bet has just become his newest, most fresh regret.


Unwritten by kaizuka

Soulmates AU where whatever you write on your own skin appears on your soulmate, but when there is a language barrier, meeting becomes just a little more difficult than it should be.


A Safe Place To Fall by uchiuchi

“Can I…?”

Viktor’s voice breaks Yuuri out of his trance and he focuses on Viktor, waiting for the words to come out. But Viktor doesn’t say anything more, eyes flickering between Yuuri’s eyes and mouth, and then his finger stops moving and he pulls it back.

He looks like he has more he wants to say, but doesn’t.


I’m Right Next Door by i_like_my_eggs_benedict

“The first time he heard it, Yuri Plisetsky thought he was imagining it.”


On Our Love by LiaoftheDawn

Everything was so easy and real with Yuuri. Even with the lingering tension and the unspoken inevitability of separation, they somehow managed to fall back into something close to a routine, effortless conversation, easy jabs and quiet smiles and something he wanted to hold on to for the rest of his life. Home.

Or the one where Victor thinks he’s doing the right thing, manages to disappoint all the Yuris in his life, and still everything works out at the end.


victory cheer by SportsAnimeRuinedMyLife (KnightOfRage)

Victor kissed Yuuri. You better believe all of these people have something to say about it.

Or…Mari is exhausted, Minako is confused, Nishigori is supportive, Yakov is annoyed, Yuri is pissed, Phichit is the best friend anyone could ever have and Yuuri just wants to kiss Victor again.


Five Kisses by oh_imintrouble

It hadn’t seemed out of the ordinary at the time. Victor had always been free with his affection; throwing out compliments, light caresses, even the occasional peck to the cheek. After a little over a week of having him as his coach, Yuuri was sure he had gotten used to it. It was just a Westerner thing, no use getting riled up if Victor wasn’t going to be stopping it anytime soon.

Then it happened.

~~~

Victor likes kissing Yuuri and Yuuri is frustratingly dense


rumour has it by lunaetude

Viktor Nikiforov is a genius. He tops the level without having to study and he can perform most spells without his wand. He was the second-ever first-year Seeker in the school, and the first Slytherin one at that. He’s a Parselmouth and he’s tamed the other basilisk hidden in the school’s plumbing. He has washboard abs and really defined hipbones. He’s the only son in a long line of pureblood Slytherins and he’s half-Veela and he can speak Mermish and he was born as Voldemort’s secret daughter which is why he’s prettier than half of the girls in school and—

‘Where do you even get all these?’ Viktor asks, eyebrows drawn together in bemusement. ‘I’m not even a pureblood, I’m Muggleborn.’


Dance Along by feelslikefire

Five Times Victor Kissed Yuuri, and One Time Yuuri Kissed Victor


Hold Onto Me by novocaine_sea

“Let’s end this.” Yuuri said, but it was the last thing he meant.

That was the last thing he wanted to say.


True Eros by Nerd_Queen

Viktor can’t sleep. Thats when he hears it.

A groan


the history books are made for us by d10smessi 

Victor thinks, I’ll never love someone this way again.

or: Victor Nikiforov, on loving Katsuki Yuuri.


a kingdom, or this by perennials 

The problem is, Yuuri sees Viktor’s face light up at every performance except his own.

The problem is, Yuuri takes off his glasses when he skates.

The problem is, Yuuri doesn’t see.


Addicted (to the taste of you) by smudgesofink

It’s mortifying. Of course it’s mortifying.

But even with his hands restless by his sides and his stomach buzzing with butterflies and adrenaline and nerves, Yuuri finds that he oddly doesn’t mind the attention. Or rather, Yuuri can’t bring himself to care, for once. He’s exhausted to the bone from his performance, eyes slow and limbs heavy from running on little to no sleep for more than 24 hours now, not to mention kind of emotionally drained from his mental breakdown earlier.

If anything, Yuuri kind of wants Victor to kiss him again. Preferably right now.

At once.

Immediately.

(It’s turning into a problem.)


Five Times Viktor and Yuuri Were Jealous of Makkachin (and the one time they weren’t) by braveten

“Viktor will do whatever is necessary in order to never see Yuuri cry again. He’d walk miles across broken glass. He’d relinquish all of his gold medals to JJ Leroy. He’d let Phichit hack his Instagram account.”


Viktor and Yuuri are jealous of Makkachin on multiple occasions, but the adorable brown poodle might be the only way to get them to realize their love for one another.


constellations of me and you by theargonaut

He can’t look away from Viktor, even when he turns and catches him staring. Truth be told, he can never look away from Viktor. Not even in the beginning; surely, not in any dimension or attic of spacetime, could Katsuki Yuuri have ever looked away from Viktor Nikiforov. And when Viktor looks back at him, smiling, it’s all that matters to him.


Question and Answer by chellethewriter

Viktor is growing old, and his competitors seem to be growing younger and younger. Thus, with every passing year, Viktor finds fewer familiar faces at his Grand Prix banquets, and he wonders whether his attendance has become pointless. What he doesn’t realize, however, is that one unfamiliar, alcohol-reddened face can make the whole night more than worthwhile.


(A canon-compliant retelling of the banquet in which Viktor falls head-over-heels for a certain drunk, Japanese figure skater, and Yuri Plisetsky is both displeased and incredulous).


Pretty For Me by blushunder

A month and a half into becoming more than just skater and coach, Viktor is struck by a realization while Yuuri tries on his old costumes.


Nighttime Sparklers by brumalbreeze

“If anyone should feel lucky, shouldn’t it be me?” Yuuri murmured. “I mean, you’re the Viktor Nikiforov, after all. You could have anyone you want….”

Viktor let his breath fan evenly over Yuuri’s neck as he listened to his words. Though he couldn’t see it, he could imagine Yuuri’s knit brows and small frown. He tightened his grip around Yuuri’s waist and thought about what had happened earlier in the day. This was a different scenario, but Yuuri was feeling anxious and unsure again, and he needed comforting. Viktor didn’t want to mess up this time. He wanted to do things right.


i know my madness by astoryaboutwar

It’s hardly a secret that Victor Nikiforov is a massive player.

(In which Yuuri doesn’t blow the Grand Prix Finals the first time round, does blow Victor, and everything changes but ends up the same.)


– updated version below this  (✿◠‿◠)–


I want to stay close to you by Cloud111

Yuuri swallowed, letting his head turn back to the legend sprawled out on his bed. To the first person to reach out for him after he’d pushed them away. To the man that had taught him to love himself and taught him to want things because he could get them if only he tried.

“I want… you.”


Yuuri!!! On Pole by Noble_Nook

Viktor Nikiforov is an accomplished, world famous dancer-turned-choreographer who has struck out to rekindle a spark he seems to be missing after so many years on and off the stage, only to soon find it wrapped around a stripper pole in Japan.


Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by Reiya

‘…Of all the rivalries in the world of sports over the years, perhaps none has become so legendary as that of Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov and his rival, Japanese Yuuri Katsuki…’

A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries.

Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be.


On My Love by RikoJasmine

For the second time, the Sochi Grand Prix Finals arrive, and with it a reborn Yuuri Katsuki. “Viktor,” Yuuri thinks over the pounding of his heart, the crowd going silent as the music begins. “I’ll show the world what you meant to me.”

Yuuri often thinks of his life as Before and After Viktor Nikiforov, the marking point being the day Viktor swept into his life and turned his world upside-down. After many years together, an accident leads to Yuuri suddenly waking up in the Before—back in Detroit, before the GPF, before he ever knew Viktor as anything other than his childhood idol.

As if it had all been just a dream.


I Wanted To Check by insatiablerealist

Yuuri is an artist, Viktor is a ballet teacher, and they find themselves sharing an apartment in Barcelona. The only problem is they speak two different languages, but despite that, they fall in love.

Love Actually AU based on the Colin Firth/language barrier storyline, you don’t need to know the movie to get the story. The setting etc is all changed but the plot is mostly the same.


you’re like heaven to touch by lazulisong

“Is this because I let you watch American movies as a child,” says Yakov flatly. “The ones where the popular boy gives his coat to the pretty girl?”

Victor puts up both eyebrows in a delicately mocking gesture that was unbearable when he was a fey creature of sixteen and makes Yakov yearn to clip him around the ears now, when he’s twenty-eight. “'Let’ me?” he says.


5 Lessons on Sexuality Victor Taught Yuuri (+1 Lesson Yuuri Taught Victor) by angel_kink

Whether Victor realized it or not, he taught Yuuri many valuable things about sexuality. But Yuuri had a lesson for Victor as well.


Move Close by SigmundFreud

Now fully awake Victor could feel his morning wood pressing against his lover’s ass. Damn. He wondered if Yuuri would be upset if he woke the student up for a short love making session before work and school.


the distance between our fingers by awkwardedgeworth

If Otabek were a bystander, he would see Victor Nikiforov being a ruthless coach, raising his voice at Yuri’s less than stellar free leg, It’s a normal occurrence, the older retired skater pointing out areas Yuri can work on.

But Otabek is not a bystander, and he sees the glint of a golden ring from Victor’s right hand, slipped around his ring finger like a reminder.

A reminder that Victor, estranged with nowhere else to go, was picked up by Yuri and Yakov to go back to Russia so he can have a semblance of a life back.

A life without Yuuri Katsuki.


I see the universe in your eyes by fangirlandiknowit

Before Yuuri realizes what’s happening, he’s been kissed by Viktor Nikiforov.

It’s a small kiss, but Viktor’s lips are soft and dry, brushing over his slow enough that he can feel the tingle of it for minutes afterwards.

It was a kiss, and-

If Yuuri wins, he can ask for another.

Maybe more than one, even.

(Maybe he’ll ask for as many kisses as there are stars in the universe.)



The Grass is Dead by ztellar

It had been two days since the house next door had been moved into, and today, Saturday, it seemed that whoever was going to live there had finally moved in themself. It was all anyone in the neighborhood would talk about, Morooka had even stopped by for a surprise visit so that he, Phichit, and Yuuri could watch their new neighbor from Yuuri’s kitchen window.


The only cue of someone even living in the house was the chitter of a sprinkler in both the front and back lawn.


“He’s got a pretty nice looking car, from here,” Morooka commented.


“Yeah but who has a nice car and moves into a shady house?” Phichit retorted, his question seemingly rhetorical. After a beat of silence he made a tch sound and cocked a hip, “Only pimps or rich kids running from their super sad and oppressive lives, that’s who.”


An Alternate Payment Scheme by exclamation

Yuri and Victor never did discuss what Victor’s coaching fees would be. When Yuri brings the subject up again, Victor has some interesting ideas.



Hell No by LoveActually_rps

Would you tell anyone when you accidentally learn that the person you adore the most and the person you hate the most are actually soulmates? Hell no! [– a novel by Yuri Plisetsky]


Buy 1, Get 50% Off by ayyyywhatsup

Yuuri is just a 21 yr old college student who is trying to win at life. When he gets into an argument with his roommate, Phichit, he rushes out of the apartment to make amends. The only shop he can afford is a dainty flower store in the busy city of Detroit.

Flower shop! AU


Then you should have put a ring on it by ObsidianAbyss

Recently, it’s become a trend for students to exchange rings with their significant others. Although Yuuri is very much single and uninterested, he wears a pretty ring that mostly goes unnoticed by his peers.
That is until Victor Nikiforov starts wearing an exact copy of Yuuri’s ring and flaunts it around.

Loosely based on Only the Ring Finger knows


He Did More Than Drink Till Dawn by TrashBambi (orewakei)

Viktor had spent so many nights fantasising about the Japanese man, remembering the way he’d ground against him as he begged Viktor to be his coach. 


Anything Could Happen by Creepikat

After two years Viktor and Yuuri finally get married. They rent a Hotel near Detroit, in a beautiful and snowy place. Everyone’s here. The future husbands are idiots. Phichit is a best man. Christophe too. And somehow he’s even more dashing than usual. This is gonna be a merry mess. 


To Savior by Kaishiru

“Today is all about you,” Yuuri breathed, fingers fanning out over the obvious bulge in his lover’s trousers.

In which Yuuri makes Viktor’s birthday a day he will never forget.


Mille-Feuille by hanakoto

“You-you were talking dirty, weren’t you?”

“Wow, Yuuri! How can you tell? I could be talking about eating chicken soup and you wouldn’t even know.”

Yuuri discovers that Victor is fluent in French.


Better Romance by EttaMills

Yuuri was no playboy, but he did, to people’s shock, have romantic experience before Viktor. However, it was no love story and bad memories tend to reopen old wounds.


Luckily, Viktor is more than h
appy to not only patch up those wounds, but rub a little salt in the person that caused them. 


Clap Back by EttaMills

A few months after the embarrassing Instagram incident, Yuuri had foolishly thought there would be no consequences.


However, certain hockey players learn that you can’t go after Ice Skating’s number one katsudon without dealing with the squad.


a certain playboy by fan_nerd

@v-nikiforov - The handsome playboy has returned to town. Please pay special attention to my Free Skate tomorrow. ♥♥♥

There’s no way that Victor, Yuuri’s childhood idol, could be calling Yuuri a handsome playboy, just because they’d met eyes at two skating events. Besides, a total stranger had given Yuuri the tickets. It would be totally absurd.

Yuuri frowns, turning his head on the pillow. Wouldn’t it?


Later Date by triste

“Here’s the thing, see,” Victor breezes. “Yuuri mysteriously misplaced his suppressants, so now he’ll be going into heat. It’s a terrible shame, I know, but I could never leave him to deal with this on his own. I’m his alpha, remember? And his coach. And his fiancé.”

“It’s the middle of the season!” Yakov roars. “Vitya, you can’t just–”

“See you in five days!” Victor says brightly.

Then the line goes dead.

Yakov hurls his phone at the window in impotent rage, and it actually makes a bigger dent than Yurio’s did.

“I wish people would stop doing that,” Georgi sighs.


Break the Cycle by SigmundFreud

Yuuri’s neck was bright red, matching the colors of his cheeks. His eyes were half-lidded with pupils blown wide. He could try to avoid Victor all he wanted, but standing this close to the man made Yuuri lose all rational thought. Victor was like a drug, the strongest drug Yuuri knew, and he could never reject those lips.

College AU where Yuuri is a grad student addicted to fucking his ex, and Victor is secretly suffering from heartbreak.


Russian for Dummies by cutthroatpixie

“Are you a beginner?”

Viktor was not a beginner. Viktor was the TA supposedly in charge of this study session. Viktor spoke Russian. Viktor was Russian.

“Sure!”


Strange Bedfellows by ikemegane

When Yuri’s childhood crush showed up at his door, naked, full of impossible promises, the young skater didn’t even know what to think. When Yuri somehow ends up with said childhood crush in his bed, however, his body does the thinking for him.


santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight by frolickingangels

Yuuri has a sweet, little surprise for the birthday boy.


Consequences of Jetlag by paintstroke

The morning after Yuuri arrives in St. Petersburg he decides that this might be his one chance to wake Viktor up however he wants…

Shameless fluffy smut, PWP.

Japan is 6 hours ahead of St. Petersburg.


We’ll Remember These Nights by Cornflower

“You look just like the poster in my room,” Yuuri slurred, barely holding himself up in Viktor’s arms, “but you have more clothes on.” He giggled. The words hit Viktor hard, and he didn’t know how much more his weak gay heart could handle. He barely even noticed Yakov leaving the room with his head cradled in his hands.

Or in other words, what really went down at the banquet last year, and what that meant for them now.


So that’s it for now! I’ll update this from time to time but here are some of the fics I found  ╰(◡‿◡✿╰)

Remember to give kudos to the authors!

UPDATED!! (January 02, 2017)

((I know that I didn’t really add a lot but I promise I still have some that I’m going to post, I just feel really lazy atm (▰˘◡˘▰) haha whoops. I thought about making the updated fics into a separate post, sort of like a part two but eh, I decided no to. If there are some repeats from the earlier fics I rec’d let me know so that I can edit it out and also, if you want to submit a fic, please do!   ◕‿◕ ))

Under-appreciated Fics Rec

For @dailyvicturi ! Good luck with your new endeavors!

Every fic here currently sits at 5k words or under, and under 500 kudos. Please read and support them!

These Two.  (1.5k words)

Yuuri and Victor can’t stop thinking bout each other long enough to give the journalists the answers to their questions.

Everybody Loves Me (5k words)

Viktor is the CEO of a powerful company. Yuuri is a worker in a coffee shop. Viktor can’t live without coffee

Collab With Me? (4k words) (WIP)

After Phichit posts a video of Yuuri watching Viktor Nikiforov’s latest video, one thing leads to another and suddenly Viktor’s flying to Detroit to do a collaboration with Yuuri.

Viktor, of course, is excited to get to know and befriend the beautiful vlogger he saw online and quickly became infatuated with. Yuuri’s freaking out because THE Viktor Nikiforov - one of the most successful YouTubers in the world - is talking to him and he has no idea what he’s doing (of course, he’s secretly just as excited as Viktor himself)

aka the YouTube AU where Yuuri’s a cinnamon roll and Viktor loves him for it

When I’m Sixty Four (2k words)

AU. These days, Victor and Yuuri are content living together in the peaceful home they made in St. Petersburg. But even after thirty four years, Victor still manages to surprise Yuuri. And who knew Yuuri still had moves left in him?

(Victuuri Week 2017 Day 8: Valentine’s Day)

I Like You (2k words)

Yuuri’s friends pressure him to confess to his long time crush, Victor. But, Victor beats him to it!

Basically a lot of fluff about them being third years in high school.

When The Tides Turn (3k words)

Victor, despite being a legendary skater and the world’s most eligible bachelor, has had horrible luck in the romance department. Yuuri’s never even been on a date. Chris and Phichit decide to set them up on a blind date in the hopes that luck may finally be in their favor.

Cursed Love (3k words)

“This blood of ours is cursed, Vitya,” Mama rasped, her blue eyes, identical to Victor’s own, pleading for him to understand. “The moment we fall romantically in love with someone, we curse them with death. The moment we realise what joy we have attained with another person, our curse will take them away from us, forever.”

Victor lives with the burden of a family curse over his head, running away from any opportunity to love, fearing that any affection will lead him to the heartbreak that consumed his entire family. But Yuuri Katsuki had captured his attention, his every thought, and Victor has no idea what this warm feeling attached to the mere thought of Yuuri was.

Victuuri Week Day 4: Free for all

Remembrance (3k words)

Victor remembers the confusion, hurt and rejection when he finds the empty hotel room that had once been occupied by an individual bearing the name of Katsuki Yuri hours ago, and said individual was now en route to Japan. He remembers sinking to the carpeted floor in his pajamas before returning to his own room to curl up in his comforter. He remembers Yakov coming over to help him pack with pity evident in his eyes when the check out time had long past and Victor was nowhere to be found. And all Victor could do was lie immobile on the bed with tears he thought would never end. He remembered lecturing his own self mentally, that it was ridiculous to act this way for someone you had only met once, but yet, he could not deny the fact that last night was the first time Victor had felt honestly living, relieved from the burdens and expectations as a renowned and international ice skater. Being with Yuri had felt absolutely right.

or a fic of how a heartbroken Victor had fared since that banquet and how he finally won Yuri’s heart

Ends and Beginnings (3k words)

When Yuuri told Victor he wanted to “end this”, Victor’s heart was broken.

Somewhere I Have Never Travelled (4k words) (WIP)

Victor is a specter, a killer, a myth, a machine trying to be a man.

(Victor falls in love with Yuuri—beautiful and out-of-nowhere, like the impractical black of his Aston Martin amidst the sea of tourists and locals in the streets of Barcelona. Yuuri falls in love with Victor like the slow bloom of a flower in spring in the middle of bustling Tokyo, tended and taken care of.)

Words and Worth (1k words)

Viktor overhears some fans saying not-nice things about Yuuri. It makes him angry.

Breathe In, Breathe Out (3k words)

Yuuri was never one to talk to people about his feelings- or his anxiety for that matter. He always hid away in his bathroom when the attacks came, but this time he has a panic attack on the ice and Viktor must step up to take care of him.

Moonrise (Royalty AU) (5k words)

couple o’ fics about yuuri + victor as princes.

Fall a Little Faster (3k words) (WIP)

If asked the question, “What are you most afraid of?”, Victor always has the same answer: “Falling in love.”

Most people take that answer as confirmation of his playboy nature or his phobia for commitment. Which is not true at all.

Then again, it isn’t like he can casually say, “A curse will kill me and my lover if I do” like it’s no big deal.

Victor has a curse so he sets an impossible set of expectations for his true love to make sure he never falls in love.

Then, he meets Yuuri Katsuki and somehow, the impossible doesn’t seem too impossible anymore.

You Can’t Order a Latte on the Rocks (2k words) (WIP)

Yuuri Katsuki is a twenty year-old dance major, working part-time at a coffee shop. Victor Nikiforov is a world-famous figure skater, who happens to enjoy coffee. Yuri Plisetsky happens to think they’re both gross, and is just there for the caffeine and to watch as the two of them quickly become one another’s inspiration. [coffee shop!au]

Old but Gold (5k words) (WIP)

“Hey Yuuri.”

“Hm..?”

“Do you know why ancient Spartans used to wear red in battle?”

A history quiz by your long-time lover you haven’t seen in a month? Totally fitting the mood.

“Uhh.. They wanted to conceal any possible injuries from the enemies while in combat, right? So the blood wouldn’t show and give the enemy any hope.”

Victor hummed suddenly looking all smug and proud.
“Yeah that’s what they wanted you to believe, but the truth is my favorite color used to be red at the time and their general was my friend.”

Was this man really trying to show off. By bragging about minor historical facts he had participated in?
Wait was that flirting?!

Aka the AU where both Victor and Yuuri are like really old vampires and while their first meeting was hundreds of years ago Victor remains the same dork Yuuri first met.

What Brings Me to You (4k words)

Viktor Nikiforov’s new apartment is haunted—he’s less bothered by this than you’d expect.

Painting a Portrait of Love (3k words) (WIP)

Foreign Politics where never King Viktor’s strong suit. Sure, he was nice and everyone loved him, but say one bad thing and it was all over. Looks like King Phichit of Thailand can experience this first hand. King Viktor is supposed to visit Thailand to follow with war proceedings, but it seems Phichit’s butler is a little bit of a distraction. Or a big one. Funny, wasn’t he here to start war? Oh well, might as well have fun while he’s here. (Monarch AU! King!Viktor, Butler!Yuuri!, and Heir to the Throne!Yuri!)

Soon a Happy Ending (2k words) (WIP)

Once upon a time, oh so very long ago

Would you like to hear a story, little one? The sun’s almost set, but I think we still have time.

Life After You (1k words)

Viktor wakes up and realizes his year with Yuuri has been all a dream.

Call Boy Taeil (Taeil x Reader)

Rating: M

(A/N) Ayyyy what is up my dudeS??? I’m back with another installment to the NCT Call Boy Series!!! This time, I’m back with my number two main man, Taeil!! Listen, I think our old man needs more love and more smut literature because I crave that damn shit like a cocaine addict with crack lmao Anyway, hope you enjoy this one!!!!

Originally posted by tenthmark

You’re thumb stopped on the green call button, body shaking as you willed yourself to just press it. Part of you thought it was a good idea, the other half screamed for you to forget about it all entirely and just cry in your bed alone again.

It had been a few weeks since your long time boyfriend of over three years broke up with you. But that wasn’t even the worst part, he broke up with you, even though you should have broken up with him. You had caught him cheating a month or so ago, heart crushed into the dirt when you saw the way he moaned and bit his lip in ecstasy, while some unknown girl did things to him only you thought you could. When you told him what you saw, he had looked like a man staring death in the face, tears spilling down his cheeks as he explained that it was because he was drunk and didn’t realize how much he had drank, that he would never think about doing it ever again.

Because he loved you more than anything.

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Alone Together- A Sirius Black Imagine

A/N: This wasn’t a planned imagine, so I am sorry if it has some mistakes. Although, I wrote this for @goblackhatwithme​ as she had been feeling down lately. I thought I would try to help in the way I know best. I hope this even helps slightly, Renee; and please know that you can hit this hoe up any time. Hope you all enjoy!

Originally posted by measure-the-oblivion

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Happy Birthday, Steve (Rogers/Avengers x reader)

Happy Birthday, Buck

“Look at him, Sam,” you nodded towards Steve, “have you ever seen someone so bummed out by their own birthday?”

Sam stood at your side, the two of you almost uncomfortably wedged in the kitchen doorway that overlooked the living room of your Wakandan home.  It wasn’t meager by any means, but it wasn’t a good environment to lend itself to privacy either, and Steve had failed miserably to find any in the spot he had chosen to sulk in.  “No one likes to get older, (Y/N),” he answered quietly, “and he’s only got one year left before he hits the century mark.  You saw how low Barnes got when he reached triple digits.”

“That was only because we ruined his cake.  What’s Cap’s excuse?”

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I love hard and I grieve just as hard because if you think about it, grief is a kind of love really isn’t it? It’s the painful shade of love you feel when the person you love is gone. You can’t ask me to stop loving somebody, even if it’s painful; it’s like asking me not to breathe air.
So don’t tell me to get over it, don’t tell me to move on… and don’t tell me I’m wallowing in self-pity because my pain doesn’t affect you… you don’t have to live with it or feel it every day. So let me deal with my loss in my own way. My grief doesn’t mean I’m not coping… it is simply my way of respecting the love I still hold for a person who is gone.
Ephemeral || 02

(adj) lasting for a very short time

Originally posted by kookielife

pairing: Jimin | reader (with a surprise?)

genre: angst, not too much

word count: 2.1k

summary: six months ago, Park Jimin broke your heart, though getting over him isn’t quite as easy if you’re still in love with him

warnings: none

a/n: I don’t hate any of the people who are portrayed as dislikeable characters in this story! Also sorry that this is kinda short, but I really wanted it to have this ending so yeah :)


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Fifteen minutes into having to sit with Jimin and Irene you felt like ripping out every hair on your head one by one. Jimin hasn’t looked at you even once, but to make up for his loss, Irene went on and on about their relationship, purposely staring you down with every word she said. According to her Jimin was ‘the sweetest guy she’s ever met’, ‘sooo considerate’, ‘showering her with affection and gifts’ and so much more. A part of you wanted to believe that all she rambled about him were pointless lies, but the other, larger part of you believed her and it hurt you more than it should’ve.

As they finally decided to leave, you were about to pass out, Irene having killed the remaining brain cells, that were still there after a night with no sleep. The whole time, you’d stolen glances at Jimin, and you had to admit that he still looked amazing, undoubtedly remaining the most gorgeous guy you’ve ever laid your eyes on. Irene had seen the times you looked at him and started grabbing onto his arm and smiling up at him to ‘mark her territory’. You really couldn’t understand why they even sat down with you guys in the first place but you guessed it was just to bother you.

After they’d exited the coffee shop, you finally felt like you could breathe again. None of your friends wanted to ask you about how you felt, because it could possibly trigger a major breakdown, which wouldn’t be good at all, so you all tried to act like the last twenty minutes didn’t happen. After they left was also when you realized Jungkook’s deathgrip around your shoulders. You let out a sigh and let your head fall back against his shoulder. 

“Everything ok?”, he whispered into your ear and you just lightly nodded eventhough you both knew it wasn’t.

Your self-pitying thoughts were interrupted as Sana started to speak up, her voice loud and cheerful as usual. “So I heard there’s a party at Yugyeom’s dorm tonight and since JK over there is friends with him, I thought we should go.”, she said and drank up the rest of her latte. Yoongi didn’t seem too amused at that idea and groaned, “or you can come over to mine, I still need to finish off some beats.”, he looked at Sana. Yoongi and Namjoon were underground rappers on the side and Yoongi currently worked on some new beats for them, you all knew that it was really important to him. “Aish, but it’s been so long since we’ve gone out, please Yoongs…’, she whined and shot him puppy eyes. 

Jungkook cleared his throat. “Actually I wasn’t planning on going tonight, but I guess I could tell Yugyeom that you guys are gonna show up.”, he uttered awkwardly, which earned a few annoyed sighs. Sana was still trying to get Yoongi to come with her and finally he seemed to give in. That’s another thing about their relationship, every other person in this universe, apart from Hoseok, wouldn’t even stand a chance on changing Yoongis mind about anything, but Sana seemed to work wonders on him. 

“I’m not going either.”, you stated and Sana groaned a disappointed ‘Y/N’, but Jungkook came to your help. “We’ve made plans to hang out today since last sunday, sorry guys”, to which you just gave a convincing nod, eventhough he just told them a straight up lie.


“Since last sunday?”, you asked him with a light chuckle as you left the shop, a few feet behind the others. “I figured you could use a pizza and some company tonight, after… you know.”, he gave you a bunny smile and pushed his bangs out of his eyes. 

You honestly were greatful for a friend like Jeon Jungkook, he always seemed to understand you and knew exactly what you needed when you were down.

“Thanks nochu, I really wouldn’t’ve liked going to that stupid party.”, you sighed and smiled back at him. “I know”, he said and looked around the campus, “I just don’t get it.”, he then stated an a grim tone. You just sent him a questioning look. “I don’t get why Jimin would ask Irene to be his girlfriend.”, he said and you sighed in frustration. “Can we just stop talking about it?”, you pleaded, feeling like all energy was drained from your body. “No just let me finish. He always told me and Tae that he regrets sleeping with her. He also said that he thinks she’s annoying. I’ve never told you this but he really regretted your breakup.”, his voice grew quieter as he spoke and you felt a slight pain creep up in your heart. “It doesn’t matter, not anymore. He couldn’t’ve regretted it that much because he never tried to fix anything between us and now he’s in a relationship with her so he probably doesn’t dislike her as much, does he?”, you let out a humorless laugh and bumped Jungkook slightly. 

“I’m getting over him, so let’s not mention him again alright.”, and he agreed.


As the day carried on you continued to feel down, but still looking forward to your evening with Jungkook, since it’s been a while since the two of you had hung out alone. 

Sana’s been on a constant high since Yoongi agreed to joining their night out and has been distracting you from finishing your essay as she hummed a random song, and that for the past thirty minutes. 

“Hey I don’t want to ruin your mood but it’s kinda hard to focus on this with you singing that stupid song.”, you huffed and she looked up from some kind of mind map she’s been sketching out on a piece of paper. “Sorry Y/N…”, she uttered and paused a little before speaking up again. “You know you can talk to me about it? I know you prefer telling Jungkook but I’ll comfort you too you know? I get that you don’t wanna tell Mina because she’s gonna go full mum-mode again but my point is… I’m here if you need me.”, she sighed and looked at you pleadingly. 

“Honestly, it’s fine. I’m grateful that you care, but there’s nothing to worry about, of course I’m not feeling too great about it but I’ll just suck it up and get over it, that’s what I should’ve done a long ass time ago, and now I feel ready to do exactly that.”, you said and smiled. She seemed happy with your answer and her mood was back to normal. “Ah Y/N, I’m so proud of you! That’s how your mindset should’ve been from the start… or should I say the end?”, she giggled at her own joke and then pointed to your laptop, “You better finish that before Kookie comes here and I’m gonna get dressed for the party. I’m so excited, you don’t even know how long i’ve waited to go out again and Yoongi agreed to come along and I just have a good feeling about tonight, you’ll see!”, she brabbled while leaving the room.


As the evening came around, Mina, Sana and you sat in the living room, you waiting for Jungkook and them waiting for the guys to arrive. Apparently even Namjoon agreed to come with them, neglecting his studying for the night but to be honest he could easily nail the degree at this point. Sana was once again trying to get Mina to talk to Taehyung about her obvious crush on him but she refused like all the other times you’d asked.

When the knock on the door finally came, Sana jumped up and yanked the door open. “Heyy boys!”, she cheered and as she spotted Yoongi, a high pitched squeak escaped her throat. “You look so good baby! I’m so happy!”, she jumped at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I can see that”; he muttered but his tone was affectionate. Their little moment ended as Mina pleaded for them to “move their asses and finally leave”. You waved at them and then looked up at Jungkook who was the only remaining boy outside your door. “Come in, I think I’m starving, you guys took long enough!”

He chuckled and threw his jacket over a kitchen stool. “Sorry princess but we took longer because we had to convince Tae that it’s slightly inappropriate to wear all Gucci to a house party.”, and you just had to giggle at that, invisioning an image of Taehyung with all of his Gucci jackets in your head. 

“You order”, you said as you scrolled through your phone, Jungkook just nodded and searched the number of the pizza place online. When he was done you were happy that the pizza was on it’s way but also frustrated that you still had to wait about twenty minutes. “You want something to drink?”, you asked him as you walked over to your kitchen counter. “You have some rum and coke?”, he asked and you came back with a extra large bottle of coke and a full bottle of rum. “Yes sir!”

The pizza finally arrived and you basically ran to the door, quickly payed the delivery guy and skipped back to the couch, where you and Jungkook had been sitting, drinking alcohol, and happily opened the large carton. You let out a satisfied groan as the delicious smell hit your nose, quickly took out a piece and took a huge bite out of it just to groan once again. “This is so good!”, you uttered as Jungkook finally started eating as well. “Yeah I know this pizza place is the best”, he said while heavily chewing down on his piece. “Thanks for coming over Kookie, it means a lot.” He just smiled while watching the TV, “Always.”

Later that night, both of you had drunken a generous amount of rum and coke, maybe some beer too and you were feeling the emotions coming up. It didn’t help that you had ‘The Arctic Monkeys’ playing in the background. “I know how they feel.”, you slurred as you sat, leaning onto Jungkooks shoulder as he had his eyes closed. “What d'ya mean?”, he muttered and cracked on eye open. “You know, they sing about this whole crawling back to someone thing? I do that too. I’ve done that with Jimin six months straight. They’re like ‘maybe I’m to busy being yours to fall for somebody new’, but I’m not even his. Well if he asked me to be, I would. But he wouldn’t ever ask. I’m such a mess.”, you sighed and tried to swallow the lump that has built inside your throat. “You’re a perfect mess though…”, Jungkook said and pulled you into his embrace. “No, this isn’t perfect at all, it’s just a huge pile of shit. I’d probably beg for him, on my knees to just love me back already, but I’m not even sure if he’s capable of love. Anyway, you shouldn’t have to listen to this.”, you tried to calm down again. “I’m so beyond mad at Jimin for doing this to you. He’s just an asshole, I’m his friend but I’m so done with him really.”, you could feel his muscles tensing up and hugged him tightly. “You shouldn’t worry about this, it’s basically over and I’m ready to move past him.”, you concluded and he seemed somewhat satisfied with your answer.

A comfortable silence settled between you two and you just sat and enjoyed each other’s company. You tilted you head up slightly to look at him, and maybe it was the alcohol in your blood or the fact that he just looked extremely good with his hair slightly ruffled and his lips shining from when he licked off the beer he just drank, but suddenly you felt the desire to kiss him. He noticed you staring at him and looked at you with questioning eyes, but eventually started leaning down to you.

Before he met your lips and he stopped and whispered, “Do you really want to do this?”. And all you could reply was, “What if that’s exactly what I wanna do right now?”, and with that you pressed your lips to his.

Crazy

Originally posted by limegreenmonkey

requested: Can you possibly write something we’re the reader can feels other emotions by touching them and look into their memories and of course read their mind and newt need his wounds tended to so the reader is like yeah and so when they touch his scars she starts experiencing the fear of the beasts that injured him and she freaks out and the sisters and Jacob have to explain all of this to newt and h gets super sad but does his best to comfort them 

warnings: none, one moan I guess 

notes: so, yes here it is i changed it slightly

word count: 2,246

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The Innocent

Originally posted by come-join-themurder

Gif not mine !

Requested: Happy taking the readers virginity!

Warning: SMUT ahead, you’ve been warned.

Happy sat at the bar drowning in self pity and deep concentration “Happy.. I’m a virgin..”. Those words replayed in his head over and over again, a year of being with you and he hadn’t realized that you were a virgin. He loved you unconditionally but now he has worried, not feeling as if he was worth something so precious and unforgettable, he didn’t want to hold the pressure of being your first as he sat there he contemplated on breaking up with you so he wouldn’t be your first and ruin your life but the thought of another man touching you pissed him off even more, enough to where he slammed the beer on the table causing it to shatter.

“Well shit Hap, what’s got your panties in a bunch?” Tig said sitting on the bar stool next to Happy as he held his head lowly trying to get a grip on himself “Lovers trouble?” he heard Bobby say patting his back “Happy, you’ll be fine.” Chibs said holding his beer towards Happy. “What’s going on brother?” Jax said, Happy felt suffocated with all the guys surrounding him looking at him as if he was a freak show “She’s a virgin.” he mumbled causing all the guys to keep quiet “Happy, you of all the guys in the charter are dating a virgin?” Kozik said scoffing behind Happy causing him to turn in his stool. “Fuck you man.” he said lowly gripping another bottle of beer “I hate the guy Happy, don’t get me wrong but he has a point. You’ve of all people chose the virgin?” Tig asked shocked “I didn’t know she was a virgin.” he said lowering his head in shame, he couldn’t believe it himself.

You had stepped into the bar but came to a complete stop once you heard the guys laughing “Happy, just a fuck a croweater, at least they have experience in that area.” Kozik’s words stabbing your heart. “It’s fucking crazy Happy never would’ve taken you as a virgin taker.” Jax said causing all the guys to laugh but not Happy, you heard him mumble under his breath but you didn’t have the heart to listen to the guys make fun of Happy because of you. You marched out of the bar and made your way home trying to talk yourself into the idea of giving the man you loved the love he deserved, and as nervous as you were, you knew that even though you’d planned on giving him your all, you’d give him your all with no regrets because you were not going to lose your man to a croweater.

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100 ways to say “I love you” | 18

Originally posted by kuromel

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff, drabble

Word count: 1157

Warnings: Alcohol abuse, vomiting, casual/nonserious mentions of death

100 ways to say “i love you” ➞ 18. “Here, drink this. You’ll feel better.”

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Never even noticed -Jughead x Reader

Request: can u do a shy girl meets jughead at pops and after a while she is catching feelings and she gains the courage to tell him but he likes betty bUT LATER ON HE REALIZES HE MADE A MISTAKE ;)

A/N: I like this one. I hope you guys enjoy. Thank you for the request. (P.s: this is kinda similar to my last imagine but you guys seemed to enjoy that so hey ho!) ENJOY!

Summary: Y/N confesses her feelings for Jughead and is faced with rejection, however Jughead battles with himself and must decide where his loyalties lie.

Warnings: None (just cheesy af)

Word count: 1'937


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It started on a rainy afternoon in September. You strolled into Pop’s diner for the first time, having heard people rave about it on your first day of school. You’d just moved to Riverdale, as your family had been offered a job there. You’d never really been open to change, so moving schools and leaving your friends behind had been hard for you. Your first day had been as you expected, Jock’s whispering about ‘the new girl’ and how they were going to be the first to sleep with her. You just rolled your eyes and moved past them. Now you wished for nothing more than to sit down by yourself and enjoy a milkshake and maybe a bite to eat.

That wish became increasingly less likely as you panned around the diner. Every single booth was occupied. Most looked to have 3 or 4 people on, until you spotted one in the corner. A boy, who you’d recognised as being quite handsome from your first day, alone at the booth, hunched over with his head buried in his laptop as the screen illuminated his face, with a grey beanie perched upon his dark black hair. You decided this was your only option, and despite the fact that he didn’t look particularly friendly, you sauntered over and placed a hand on the back of the seat opposite him. “Do you mind if I sit.” He lifted his head slowly, and a grin found its way into his face as he saw you. “No go for it.” You slid into the booth opposite him and rested your head on your hand and looked at him for a second. “What you working on?” You quizzed. “My Novel, it’s about Jason Blossom, he was-” he begun but didn’t have chance to finish. “Killed this summer. Yeah it’s been the talk of the town and I’ve only been here a day.” You cut in. The boy chuckled and nodded his head in agreement. “I’m Y/N.” you stated, holding your hand out for him to shake. He did so hesitantly, which told you silently that this boy was a stranger to human interaction. “Jughead.” He relied. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. “I’m sorry what?” You asked, genuinely unsure of what he’d said. “Jughead Jones, that’s my name.” Your eyes widened in shock and you tried not to laugh. “Well really it’s Jughead Jones the iii.” You finally let out a chuckle. “Well it’s nice to meet you Jughead Jones the iii.” You suddenly had an idea. “So what would you recommend I order?” His face lit up, and you could tell already that this was his area of expertise. “Everything. Honestly you must try everything. But if you’re not that hungry I’d say the hamburger and fries with a side of onion rings and a strawberry milkshake.” He said matter of factly, looking somewhat proud of himself. “Wow Jughead Jones the iii, I like you already!”

And from that day onwards, you and Jughead were somewhat inseparable. He introduced you to his friends and you got on well with every single one of them. Jughead had somehow made moving, and leaving your friends behind a positive when before you’d had nothing but narcissistic feelings towards it. You fit in in Riverdale just as much as you had at home, and now Riverdale was your home, but so was Jughead. As the two of you had grown closer, you realised that you felt something more than friendship for him. He was kind, and funny, and intelligent, and thoughtful, and handsome, and adorable, and the list could go on for days. You’d been working up the courage to tell him since you decided you liked him only a week after you first met. However Jughead was a hard person to read. You could never be sure if he felt the same way and it terrified you, but as Veronica always told you 'What’s life without a little fear?’.

It was a Friday evening, and yourself and Jughead were making the short walk home from school. You found a urge of courage within you, and reached your hand out to link with his beside you. He looked over to you and gave you a soft smile. That smile was the kick of bravery that you needed to open up. “Jug can I say something?” He looked at you slightly confused. “You’re saying something now aren’t you?” You rolled your eyes. “You know that’s not what I mean.” His face became more serious and he nodded you on. “We’ve known each other for quite a long time now, and I don’t think I’ve ever known someone the way I feel I know you.” You took a deep breath and continued. “What I’m trying to say is; I feel safe with you Jughead, and I like you. As more than friends, and I was hoping maybe you felt the same way and we could be more than just friends.” When Jughead didn’t say anything for a few seconds; your stomach dropped and you felt a tear roll down your cheek. His face was blank, his expression vacant. “Y/N I-” he paused again. You lowered your head in shame. You hated yourself for ever thinking he could like you back. “Y/N I love you like a sister, but I- I like someone else. I’m so sorry.” He finished and you nodded your head, holding back more tears. It wasn’t his fault he didn’t like you. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. It was just how it was. You knew straight away that the person to who he was referring was Betty, and it hurt like hell, but at least now you knew. “Well I’ll see you around Jughead.” You said, not angrily, you just sounded hurt. And with that you ran off home, ignoring Jughead’s shouts behind you. You wanted to be far away from him right now. Somewhere where you wouldn’t be reminded of the embarrassment you’d just caused yourself. You just wanted to be alone.


Jughead hated himself for hurting you. He made his way home to Archie’s and told Archie what had happened between him and you. Archie patted him on the back and said 'it’s not your fault’ And 'she’ll be fine’. But Jughead could not shake the feeling that he’d messed up. When he and Archie were laying in bed that night, Jughead thought about Betty. He thought about how pretty she was and how kind and caring, but then his mind slowly drifted to you. He thought about your laugh. Your smile. Your eyes. Thought about how your presence could cheer him up in next to no time. How your touch made his heart leap. How you’d been right there under his nose all this time and he’d never even noticed. What Jughead felt for Betty was a crush, but you were a different story. It took this for Jughead to realise he was in love with you. In love with the way you would eat all your fries first and save your burger for last. In love with the way you’d sit with your knees pulled up to your chest in Pop’s and somehow found it comfortable. In love with the way you made him love you, and that he’d never even noticed.

“I’ve made a huge mistake.” Jughead whispered. Archie rolled over and switched on the lamp, illuminating the room. “What?” He asked groggily, rubbing his eyes to wake himself. Jughead didn’t have time to explain however. He shot out of bed, pulling his grey beanie over his head and moving towards the window. “I’ll be back soon, things to do, people to see.” And with that, Jughead began his climb out of the window. Archie’s objections faded into darkness and Jughead ran as fast as his legs could carry him, with only one place on his mind. Your house. He began to lose energy as he finally found himself below your bedroom window. He bent over panting for a few seconds, and spotted the gravel that lay on the ground. He picked up a stone in his hand, and looked up for a second. Your light way off, he hoped you weren’t yet asleep. This conversation really could not wait until morning. He lobbed the stone at the window, not hard enough to break it but hard enough to make an un-ignorable sound.

You lay in bed, wide awake, thinking about the events of the day, still horrified you’d been rejected in such a way, when you were pulled from your thought by the sound of tapping on your window. You leapt up hesitantly and switched your light on, slightly scared of what the sound had been. You inched closer to your window and peered down to see non-other than Jughead Jones stood below your window. You opened it and stuck your head out to speak to him. “Jughead what on earth are you doing?” You whisper-shouted, careful not to wake to wake your parents. “I’m sorry Y/N! I need to speak to you desperately.” And with no confirmation to do so from you, Jughead grappled hold of the vines that lined your house and began to climb up to meet you in your room. “Jug what the hell are you doing! You’re going to fall!” You warned him, but this didn’t stop him. He was determined. After a few wobbles and heart attacks, Jughead slung his legs through the window and was suddenly standing before you.

“I’m so sorry Y/N.” I was wrong. You were still somewhat asleep, so didn’t catch on straight away. “Sorry? About what?” You crossed your arms over your chest in a self defence kind of way. You were still humiliated by your earlier rejection. “I thought I wanted Betty but I don’t. I’ve never wanted Betty as much as I wanted you without ever knowing it.” Butterflies erupted in your stomach, yet you chose to ignore them, unsure of what was going on. “Jughead if you’re just saying this out of pity then-” he shook his head violently and grabbed hold of you by your shoulders softly. “It’s not pity Y/N. You are so perfect. I’m an idiot and I’ve been to blind to see that I’ve been completely in love with you since the moment you asked me for food recommendations!” He exclaimed. A tear rolled down your face, but this time it was a happy tear. “What about Betty?” You asked but Jughead shook his head yet again. “Betty is my friend and yeah she’s beautiful and kind, but she isn’t you.” Your hand slowly moved up to place itself on Jughead’s cheek. He leaned into your touch as if he’d craved it for longer than you could imagine. However you could imagine. You’d wanted this for so long, and now that it was happening, you couldn’t bring yourself to believe it was real. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.” You whispered, and your lips slowly inched closer together. They finally met and fireworks exploded in your stomach. In that moment, no words could ever express your feelings towards this boy. Only actions. So you showed him. You ran your hand through his hair, knocking his beanie from his head to give you better access. You pressed yourself against him, hungry for more, but before the kiss could progress, he pulled away and buried his head into your neck, inhaling your scent. “I’m such an idiot.” He whispered and you chucked. “Yep, sometimes.” You joked, stroking his hair affectionately.

A/N: Don’t forget to send me those requests guys! X

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry if this is a personal question, but I don't know anyone with depression and I was wondering how to accurately portray someone with depression? I have a character who develops it, and I wanted to make it realistic rather than just winging it. Thank you in advance :)

It is personal, but I’d prefer you ask as opposed to winging it. I’ve seen some really shitty portrayals of depression, so I’m happy to help rectify that.

Depression manifests itself differently for different people, but the number 1 mistake IMO is this: depression and sadness are not the same thing. I’ve seen writers describing depression as overwhelming grief, or bursting into tears at random. Yeah, I’ve never done this even at my most suicidal state. I don’t know anyone with clinical depression who’s done this either. That’s not to say it never happens, but I wouldn’t categorize that as an obvious sign of depression.

The most blatant sign of depression: lethargy. Exhaustion. Your whole body is heavy. You wake up with a boulder on your chest, and you gotta drag that boulder around everywhere you go. That’s one of the reasons so many depressed people stay in bed - getting up is too much fucking effort. 

Which brings me to my next point: lack of motivation (aka numbness). Everything is pointless. Doesn’t matter if it used to make you happy, it doesn’t anymore. There’s a consistent “why even bother?” thought circulating through your mind. You stop giving a shit. There’s this song lyric I feel defines depression well: but in my heart, I am lukewarm. Nothing ever really touches me.

Last point: self-loathing. It’s not an active hatred, it’s just an overall feeling of worthlessness. Why should I write? I’m not talented anyway. Why should I shower? I have no one to impress. Why should I live? No one gives a fuck about me. Please keep in mind, these thoughts are not self-pitying. They don’t make you weepy. They feel like factual statements - plus you’re numb, so they can’t make you weepy regardless. Your existence ceases being valuable, and being alive feels like a burden.

Keep in mind that most depressed people still have to live normal lives, go to school, go to work. They don’t want people fretting over them or embarrassing them, so they’ll put on a happy face and pretend everything’s totally cool. Comedians are often mentally ill - no one can know you’re suffering if you’re making everyone laugh, right?

Additionally, keep in mind we are more than our mental illness. A character should not revolve around their depression. Depression also comes and goes. 

Hope this helps. 

Tired

A/N: Soooooo i don’t know what this is but i haven’t posted in forever so i mean, well… enjoy!

Characters: Reader, Sam, Dean

Word count: 1000???







You were observant and over thought everything to extremes but this you knew you weren’t over thinking. As you were admiring this small ratty photo album you had kept over the years filled with pictures of times before you found out what the world was really like. There were pictures from now but not as many as back then, you never took pictures if you weren’t happy because you were never a liar, lying just wasn’t in your books, back then at least.

You and the boys use to tell each other everything, emotions and all. But lately you noticed the change, and if it wasn’t for the small break from hunting you three were taking due to all of you being badly injured on the last hunt you would have never noticed a thing. The way all of you changed, and not for the good.

You were all emotionless robots, wearing fake mask to hide what was really going on. Looking back all the laughs, and smiles were all fake. There was no happiness only darkness. With everything hitting you at once, finally coming to realize what was truly going on.

Your eyes wandered around the bunker, slowly examining both the boys. Taking in every single detail, almost as if this would be the last time you’d see them.

Sam got your eyes staring dead at him “Hey, y/n? you alright?” You could feel tears swelling up in your eyes. Nothing was the same as it was, nothing would ever be the same, the picture you held in your hand was Sam, Dean and you. You were roughly 8 and Sam was 6, and Dean would of been 10. You were standing in between both boys, Dean had you in a headlock giving you a nuggy, While you were giving Sam bunny ears, and Sammy was just being a 6 year old boy, grinning from ear to ear, but all of you were.

Something about the three of you never finding or getting peace unless you were dead finally was setting in after years of already knowing it was inevitable. By this point Sam was still calling your name from across the table waving his hand back and forth trying to get your attention.

Your tears falling all over the picture, raining down on the innocence of the three of you, that you never even got. Why us, why me, why them? was all you kept thinking. You were never one for self pity, you always thought shit happens, and after that shit happens you just need to move the fuck on, because more shits just gonna keep on coming.

“No…Dean, i didn’t do anything? what could i do? She’s just like, i don’t know, stuck in a trance?”

The boys deserve better than the life they were given, it wasn’t there fault. It was anyones fault, John did the best he could under the predicament he was thrown into, with everything that happened with Mary. He didn’t want this for the boys, but it was destiny something the three of you learned down the road.

“Dude i don’t know, just hurry up and get back”

Sam could have been an amazing lawyer, no he would have been an amazing lawyer. Part of you thinks that maybe if Dean and you wouldn’t have barged, well broken into his apartment all those years ago, maybe things could have been different for him. But you knew that wasn’t true either, because like I said, destiny.

Dean, you knew he would of been an amazing at what he chose to do, which everyone knew he would have been an mechanic. That mans love for cars and his knowledge for cars was amazing, he may not have been book smart like Sam, but he was his own kind of smart and damn was he good at it.

“Dean! If you don’t hurry up i’m taking her to the hospital. She’s going white as a ghost”

Now, for yourself. You don’t know what you would have been doing. Hunting was your only hobby, you never had a love for anything on the side. Well besides Dean. But that was different. Hunting was the only thing that made you, you. Maybe you could have been a mother, you would never admit it but was always something you dreamt about being. The love your mother gave you filled you with so much joy, that was until she was ripped away from you. Maybe in another life you would have just withered away and mixed in with the wind, being everywhere and nowhere all at once.

“What took you so long Dean”

“I don’t know, traffic? the fact i was in the next town over? Where is she!”

Dean rushed over to where you were, without Sam’s directions. Placing his warm hands on both sides of your face. “y/n? Sweetheart?”

You were filled with sorrow, but now mostly anger. Why were you three chosen to live such depressing lives, why couldn’t the burden of it all be put on someone else. God did you ever wish you could have lived a normal life. You could feel this insane amount of pain coming from right hand, followed my this warm liquid.

“y/n!” You could hear Sam and Dean shouting your name.

Your eyes shot around the room “W-what?” you choked out.

“What were you doing?” Sam questioned, gesturing to your bloody hand, caused by squeezing the glass picturing frame that held the photo of you three.

“I-I-I….” You stuttered looking at your hand, opening it up and letting the frame, with the picture fall to the floor. You couldn’t help but keep your eyes on your favourite picture of your three that was now ruined lying on the floor.

“Sweetheart? Hey look at me” Dean softly spoke taking your face in between his hands, while Sam was hoving about a kneeling Dean.

“Whats wrong? What happened?” Dean continued

You pondered on what was wrong for a moment, but you knew the moment you felt your eyes get heavy.

“I’m tired of this life, i’m tired of fighting, i’m tired of being the one that has to save everyone, i’m tired of being alone”

“You’re never alone, you have us y/n” Sam whispered

“You’ll always have us” Dean added


Media Naranja

Originally posted by beautiful-nature-gifs

media naranja (n.) one’s better half; a partner, a spouse, or a soulmate; lit. “half of an orange”

Everything about life certifiably sucked ass, at least in Connor Murphy’s opinion.

His family never understood him, his social standing at school was beyond pitiful, and his love life, laughable.

You’d think as someone who was about to be a senior would have more to say for himself rather than a nobody who didn’t have a single friend and spent most of his time in a bitter state of self-hatred to make up for his lack of control over himself.

Not mention almost everyone thought he was absolutely insane, and sure he’ll admit he as a bit of a temper.

And sure maybe he could try a little harder to be nicer to everyone around him.

But that’s not the point here.

No, No, as far as Connor Murphy was concerned he didn’t care about a single thing that was happening in his life. He was simply a passenger on a ride he couldn’t seem to get off of.

As far as his family was concerned though, he was just some misfit who spent majority of his time getting high in the back of the woods and spent far too much of his time alone.

“I’m sure if you tried, you’d make lots of friends, sweetie.” His mother said to him one morning at the breakfast table as she refilled her coffee mug.

Connor couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “I’ll make friends when I make them, stop worrying about it.”

Zoe pushed her cereal around her bowl. “Nobody wants to be friends with someone who’s so pessimistic all the time.”

“Nobody asked you, smartass.” Connor said sharply, before pushing himself away from the table and getting up to leave.

“Where are you going?” His mom asked quickly as she side-scolded her daughter.

“Out.”

“Well when will you be home?”

“Don’t know, when I feel like it.” He answered, shoving on his coat.

“Connor!” His mother called, but it fell upon deaf ears as the front door slammed shut.

There were only a few places Connor took solace in, and it was usually on the outskirts of town where nobody else went to, more often then not they were secluded areas or abandoned lots where he was absolutely certain no one would be.

Today was no different, he was playing music loudly through his headphones as he walked the usual path to one of his favorite hideaways.

It was close to where he lived, but beyond the nice houses and lavish gardens was an scenic spot of land. What was once a small graveyard was turned into an open sitting area tucked away in a small grove of trees. The only evidence that it was there was a simple walking path that went along the back end.

The summer was coming to a close, the trees were stripped of their green hue and replaced with shades of crimson and gold. And sitting in the center of it all was a tall bronze water fountain with a statue of an angel purched at the top, one of it’s hands held outward as it reached for the sky.

Connor wasn’t a religious kind of person, but looking at it always gave him an odd sense of serenity and it helped him think. The quiet also did wonders to help with all the thoughts zooming around his head.

He made the usual turn, expecting to be greeted with the usual empty sitting area, with the only the rustling of the leaves to keep him company.

So imagine his surprise when instead, he sees you sitting at one of the wooden benches facing away from him, with what looked like a stack of books sitting beside you.

Connor pulled a face, wondering who the hell managed to find his secret hideaway. Maybe his sister found out where he went and decided to have one of her friends torment him.

He yanked his headphones out of his ears and shoved them in his coat pocket as he went around to the other side of the fountain, trying to get a better look at you. But your face was burried in the thick book you were reading so he couldn’t make out any of your features.

Deciding there was no other option, he stomped off the path, walking through the grass and making his way over to you.

He stopped a couple feet away, somewhat surprised the obnoxiously loud sound his boots made against the stone wasn’t enough to draw your attention.

“Hey!” Connor said, trying his hardest to look as pissed as possible, folding his arms tightly.

You didn’t say anything, you didn’t even move.

“Hey, I’m talking to you!” He said louder, moving closer.

He was silent for a few seconds, debating if he should go as far as to snatch the book out of your hands and make you listen to him.

Just then, your eyes flickered up to his and then down again, but noticing someone before you, you raised your head, trying to decipher if you recognized him.

“Listen dumbass, what are you-” Connor cut himself off whenever he got a full look at you.

You were pretty.

Like really pretty.

Like ‘hot damn where have you been all my life’ pretty.

Connor just stared for a minute, honestly taken back a little. He even felt his face get warm.

You took out your headphones and turned to him. “I’m sorry were you saying something?”

Oh wow, your voice was nice too.

But nevermind that, remembering that he was supposed to be angry he scoffed. “Oh, so she does speak.”

You blinked languidly, wondering how you got in this situation. “I’m sorry?”

“Did my sister put you up to this?” Connor asked, slowly but surely getting more angry by the minute. “That’s what’s happening here, my darling little sister had you come up and invade my space just to piss me off, didn’t she.”

Now you were annoyed too. “Excuse me?” You asked, setting your book aside. “Invading your space, if i remember, you were the one who interrupted me.”

“What the fuck did you just say?” Connor asked as he tried to keep his temper in check.

“I was sitting here reading by myself, I wasn’t interrupting anyone,” You said as you made a show of opening your book again. “Besides, even if I did have the misfortune of knowing your sister, I certainly wouldn’t take the time to bother someone as miserable as you.”

That was it.

Connor was practically spitting steam out of his ears.

“Yeah? Well I certainly shouldn’t be wasting my time talking to a bitch like you, but hear I am!” He was raising his voice now, the birds that had gathered around the fountain all flew away.

You were looking wide-eyed at him now, a bit surprised by the sudden increase in his volume.

“Huh, you suddenly have a lot less to say now, don’t you!”

“Why are you so angry?!” You yelled back as you stood from the bench, beginning to grow tired of his unwarranted attitude.

That was what snapped him out of it.

Connor’s face fell and he looked at you curiously. “What?” He asked, now becoming quiet.

“Why are you so angry! It’s not like I did anything to you. You don’t even know who I am and you’re going off on me!”

Why are you so angry?

It was a question Connor asked himself all the time, a question his sister once cried at him while he was in the midst of one of his fits of rage.

“I-I’m sorry.” He said, grasping onto the shoulder strap of his bag tightly with his hands, trying to make himself as small as possible.

Now was your turn to be quiet, was this guy bipolar or something?

Still, there was something about the look on his face that made you forget about being angry.

“Well,” You started before shoving your hands into the pockets of your cardigan. “Thank you for apologizing.”

Connor’s hand went to the back of his neck, scratching his head as he flushed in embarrassment.

It was quiet, Connor almost forgot you were there for a moment until your voice brought back into the moment.

“What’s your name?”

Connor frowned. “Why do you wanna know?”

You quickly held your hands up. “Nothing, I just wanna introduce myself to you.”

“Fine, you can go first then.”

You gave him a look before shaking your head. “(Y/n). My name’s (Y/n).”

He nodded, taking note to remember that you weren’t one of Zoe’s freinds. “Um, well mine’s Connor Murphy.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Connor Murphy.” You said, now standing in front of him as you hold out your hand.

He looked at it for a moment, giving it a look.

“You shake it.”

“I know what a handshake is.” He said sternly before yanking your hand and shaking it.

You quickly took your hand back, laughing a little as you rubbed your wrist. “Then maybe next time you won’t have to pull so hard.”

Connor looked scandalized for a moment. “What d'you mean next time, are we meeting again?”

You noticed his expression and quickly reverted. “Well I mean if you don’t wanna meet me again, I can find somewhere else to read and-”

“No!” Connor said, much too loud and too urgently for his liking.

He cleared his throat and crossed his arms. “I mean I don’t really care if you come back or not,” He said trying his hardest not to look at your face. “I’m just saying it might be nice to have someone who doesn’t totally annoy me hanging around.”

You nodded, deciding it was his special, long winded way of telling you you could hang around him here.

“Well okay then.” You told him, glad the tense atmosphere had disappeared.

“Do you come here often?” Connor asked before his brain stopped him. “Uh…no, i didn’t mean for that to come out the way it did,” He said, his eyes locking with yours as his mouth hung open while he tried to cover for himself. “You know what, nevermind.”

“Yes,” You answered, “I come here a couple times a week if I’m not busy.”

“Cool, cool,” Connor said as he kicked the ground, arms now limp. “So…I’ll see you around then?”

You nodded. “See you around, Connor Murphy.”

His mouth flickered up in the slightest hint of a smile before he turned around on his heel to walk away from you. When he reached the beginning of the tree grove he turned around, wanting to see if you were still there.

Then he realized he just awkwardly made eye-contact with you again before quickly turning around and zooming away to his house.

A/n: aaaAAAAA i did it, i wrote for DEH and i was internally crying the whole time. I actually really love Connor’s character so writing this was super fun, but I’m still new to the musical so i’m sorry for any character inconsistencies.

I’m halfway through a bootleg of the thing but from what I’ve seen Connor is the sort of character who’s real insecure and actually a decent person, but when he’s angry it just all goes out the window. (lots of prince adam vibes, eh?)

Part 2: http://ofnifflersandkings.tumblr.com/post/163078186407/media-naranja-ii
A War Fought at Home

Corporal Natsu Dragneel has been through Hell, and unfortunately for him, the ride isn’t quite over. How will a new Rehab program at the local VA help? And will a certain blonde help make matters better? 

Modern Military AU. Warnings for mentions of depression and adult language/situations. Other warnings to come as the story progresses. Cross post on AO3 and FF.net. 

“Come on, dude, you know you should go.”

Natsu Dragneel struggled to sit up in his queen-sized bed, the rays of sunlight causing him to squint as he moved about. He threw off the red and black striped down comforter and breathed in as deep as his lungs could manage. His pain killers from overnight were already starting to wear off and the sharp sensations were attacking him every time he forced his legs to move so much as an inch. His chair was in front of him, beside the bed as it had been since the day he was released from the hospital. Gods how he hated that thing. All it did was remind him of who he used to be, back before it all happened.

Summoning all his strength, Natsu lifted himself from the bed and plopped himself down in the wheelchair, taking a minute to collect himself before making his way toward the door. Looking in the full-length mirror beside the closet door, across from his bed, he was greeted by the image of a man he hardly knew. His hair was long and shaggy, he still had his muscle from years of physical activity and training but they weren’t nearly as defined. His eyes, once a bright emerald green were now a dingy shade of forest green, almost black and lacking emotion. He was wearing Marine-issue sweatpants with a black tank top, his tattoos swirling over his shoulder and right arm. Above the mirror hung multiple medals and certificates from his years of service but all they did was make him angry. If he could stand to remove them, he would have, just so he didn’t have to relive the bullshit over again every single day.

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Wasn't Expecting That (Peter Parker x reader)

This will most likely continue into a two part story if anyone actually likes this. I would say that Peter is around 18 in this. WARNING: swear words and minor mentions of sex Part 2 ~https://immortalfic.tumblr.com/post/160700069284/wasnt-expecting-that-peter-parker-x-reader-part-2 •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Music was blasting throughout the whole room. Sweaty bodies were pressed up against eachother, and this was definitely, most likely NOT how Peter imagined his weekend. In fact, Peter doesn’t even know why he is here, but thanks to his friends, Spider-Man himself, is now off duty. A reminder that Spider-Man should never, not ever take a day off in a city like New York. This was worse than what he could be doing right now. Music that Peter didn’t even like, was playing as everyone was dancing to it. At this point, Peter lost he’s friend in the crowd. He couldn’t tell if Ned was even here or ended up leaving without him. Peter hoped that he were still somewhere in this ‘party’ if you could even call it that. In all honesty, this was more of a 'get laid’ type of thing. You could see all the people mingling, getting drunk, leaving with strangers…. all the steps of getting laid. Peter wanted absolutely nothing to do with this. For all he knew, the police could be on their way. May wouldn’t be happy about that since, Peter told her he would be hanging out at Ned’s house. After all, Ned’s exact words were, “Pete, we are about to get wild tonight!” Peter, never hearing those words being said to him before, thought that Ned meant they would be pulling an all nighter to fix the lego Death Star that Ned dropped. The wildest that Peter has ever gotten, would be staying up on a school night to watch all of the Star Wars movies. That was a HUGE accomplishment in his opinion, even having to fight off bad guys wasn’t nearly as satisfying as being able to state facts while watching the latest Star Wars movie, Rouge One. But as of now, tonight was by far the most insane night Peter has ever faced. Finally getting up, and deciding that instead of self pitying himself like he has been doing since he got here, Peter went to find Ned. Peter spotted Ned in the middle of a conversation with the prettiest girl he has ever seen. Ned looked over at Peter and yells over the music, “hey man! Thought you would have left by now!” Peter diverts his attention from the beautiful girl to Ned and manages to stutter out weakly, “n-nope… still here…. as you can see…” Ned smirks at Peter, “Anyway, I’m glad you’re here! Y/N, this is the guy I was telling you about.” Y/N looks Peter up and down with a smile on her face, “Peter, right? I’ve heard quite a bit about you.” Peter, who is starting to get more confident, smiles back, “oh really? Wish I could say the same.” Ned starts walking past Peter and towards the drinks, “well… This is probably my cue to leave and let the magic happen! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do and use protection!” At this point, Peter was a blushing mess. While Y/N was merely giggling. Over the loud music Y/N called out to him, “hey Peter?!” “Yeah?” Y/N started getting closer to Peter, she could now feel his hot breath covering all of her body. She leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear, “wanna get outta here?” Peter started shaking, “o-ok…” Damn, this was not at all part of Peters plan. He may not have ever been laid before, but this was definitely one of the steps. Seductive voices being whispered into one another’s ear. Peter mindlessly walked through all the dancing body’s, following Y/N’s lead. She was leaving the party. Peter, who was still in a daze, followed her out of the party without any questions. After 10 minutes of an awkward silence and continuous walking, Peter finally started to snap out of his cluelessness, “w-where are we exactly?” Y/N halted, “we… umm… we will be there shortly. I promise!” He nodded, “ok. So, Y/N, tell me about yourself?” After a few seconds of silence Y/N finally answered, “there’s not much to say. My name is Y/N, but you already know that. Hmm, my mom died a few years ago so it’s just been my dad and I.” Y/N cocked an eyebrow at Peter, “you know what? I think you would like my dad!” Peter chuckled at her, “oh really?” “Mhmm” Peter frowned lightly, “my parents died when I was about 4. They were pretty cool. Anyway, what’s your dad like?” Y/N’s eyes widened, “I am so sorry! I didn’t know, I swear! We can stop talking about this if you want to.” Peter smiled, “it’s ok. If you think I would like your dad, I want to know what he is like. So, continue.” “Well if you insist. I don’t reallly know why I think you would like him, I kind of just have this feeling! You know? Oh, we are here!” Peter looked around but all he could see were dark, scary, alleyways. Nothing he couldn’t handle! Y/N smirked to herself as she started to drag Peter into one of them. Peter was getting worried, “are you sure th-?” “SHHH!” Peter rolled his eyes but whispered nonetheless, “are you sure that this is a good idea? It’s pretty sketchy around these parts.” “Yeah, yeah… it’s my house, so calm down.” “Oh. Sorry, didn’t think you would be familiar with these parts,” Peter whispered back. “Annnnnd, here we are. Spiders first.” Y/N popped a door open. Peter slowly started walking in but came to a stop, “what do you mean? I-I’m not Spider-Man! That’s absurd!” Before Y/N could answer Peter, he was knocked out from behind. Above him stood Wade Wilson, “well fuck me! I didn’t think he would actually follow you! I didn’t even think he would look at you!” Y/N scoffed, “apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, am I right? Whatever, that’s besides the point! Why did you even want me to bring him here? He is way too cute for any of your bullshit! I for one, feel slightly guilty.” Wade teased, “awww, does wittle ol’ Y/N wove Peter? Yes she does! Yes she does!” “Shut it and answer my question!” Wade and Y/N have now dragged Peter into their living room. Wade sat on one couch, while, Y/N sat on the other. Wade looked at the boy who was propped up on the wall and then back to his daughter, “remember that friend of mine-?” “Last time I checked, I am your only friend.” Wade faked a hurt expression, “that hurts!” He pointed to his heart multiple times, “right here.” “Yeah, I know. I’m an evil person, yada yada. Can you just spill the details already?” Wade sighed, “ok, fine! I’m normally easy going about getting killed and whatever, but this is fucking serious!” Y/N interrupted, “serious enough for you to forget their name?” “Hell yeah! There is so much detail that the name is irrelevant to this. Just shut up and listen!” His daughter laughed at him, “ok, ok! You were saying?” Wade looked oddly satisfied, “ok, there’s this guy right-” ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• TO BE CONTINUED. How was that? Tell me if you liked this or not! Remember, requests are open (even for anonymous people).

Lay Me Down - part 1

Originally posted by daystilchristmas

Pairing: Draco x PoC reader

Words: 1498

Warnings: none

A/U:  1. First I thought of putting a “_” instead of a specific house. In the end my Hufflepuff pride took over. #sorrynotsorry. 

2. I was listening to “In the Lonely Hour” by Sam Smith and thought of this. Not sure why I’m writing a Christmas story in February, but here it is. Enjoy.

3. Cola de mono is the best!




                            “I know you’ll understand us. Love, mom.”


“Believe me, I love you, but not in that way.”


This was the tenth time you had read both letters. You were better than self-pity yet you couldn’t help but to re-read them almost every day. Who could blame you, right? If one receives a letter that her muggle parents are going on a cruise for Christmas and New Year’s and a day later receives another one from her boyfriend telling her that he no longer wants to be their boyfriend they would be feeling a bit down too.


Since you were  a new transfer you didn’t know a lot of people, and those who you got along with were away with their families. Now, you were alone for Christmas break. You thought of going home but you would be just as alone there, at least here someone else would cook for you.


With a huff, you made both pieces of paper into a messy ball and threw them on the wastebasket, giving them one last look you decided to head down to enjoy the feast. Through the windows you could see the snow fell down rapidly covering the trees and grass. The Great Hall was completely decorated with Christmas theme. Before heading to the table, you grabbed your instant camera and took a picture of the beautiful view.


“Whatever is that thing you have there?” Asked someone from behind you. You looked back and your eyes met big blue eyes. They stared at you expectantly, waiting for a reply. It was the entitled slytherin, Draco Malfoy.


You looked back at your camera for a few seconds, grabbing the photo that had just printed and shaking it lightly. “It’s a camera. It takes pictures,” you said, showing him the picture you had just taken.


“Why would you bring such thing here? Ours are much better than those muggle things. Those don’t even move,” He said. You rolled your eyes, not interested in hearing him talk trash about muggles. You were raised as one. Your parents, friends, everyone you knew were muggles. For the longest time, you thought you were one. That was why you were pretty attached to your “muggle” things.


“I brought it here cause I wanted to, you don’t have to look at it,” you said rolling your eyes. “Now, my Christmas sucks already I’m not making it worse by hearing to your ‘muggle-hate crap’ so goodbye, Draco.”


“Whatever mudblood,” he snarled. You flipped him off on your way to your table. You didn’t look back to see his reaction, though you were tempted. Would he be offended? Would it mean anything to him, or it was another muggle thing? You resisted temptation and went over to the Hufflepuff table.


Once there you looked around, Gryffindor had around five students, they were all talking happily while eating Christmas cake, the situation was similar over at the Ravenclaw table. Draco sat alone in the long slytherin table. Although yours was completely covered with Christmas garments, on it there were only a few turkey sandwiches, crumpets and cake. The small quantity given by the fact that you were the only Hufflepuff that stayed back.


An hour later, you were filled with turkey, cake, and whatnot. So you decided to head back to your dorm. You stayed back curled up in the sofa next to the chimney, trying to keep warm. With your headphones connected  to the phone, you listened to Sam Smith with your eyes closed, lowly singing along to his songs and losing track to time.  You opened your eyes and looked down at the phone displaying Sam Smith’s face. The short interaction with Draco about muggle cameras coming back. That’s when you remembered the letter and things one of your friends back home sent you. A small silver bottle, it said “eau de parfum” on the outside but the letter she wrote explained it did not contain a perfume at all. You laughed to yourself, she would never change.


You thought about it. You couldn’t do it, could you? It was completely forbidden. Though, if you would ever break the rules, now would be the perfect time. Most people were gone, and your phone indicated it was late at night. After considering it for a while you decided to just go with it and do it. You headed quickly upstairs to retrieve the bottle and your yellow scarf with your phone still on you hand.


You ran through the halls, looking back every so often to make sure no one had caught you. It was almost three a.m so you doubted anyone would be up, but in this place, you could never be too cautious. Soon enough you found the kitchen. There, with what little light you had from your phone you started to search for all the ingredients. You placed a glass jar on the table and bent down to look for herbs.


A hand grabbed your arm and you froze, afraid to look up. Another hand took one of the earphone away from your ear and you mentally cursed yourself. How could you been so careless? Leaving your earphones on was such a dumb move. Slowly you looked up, hoping it would be Dumbledore the one to catch you instead of Snape. It was neither. Instead, the blond slytherin boy stood next to you. “What are you doing here?”


“You ask that to me, muggle?” he asked offended, “I’m not the one sneaking into the kitchen at this hour.”


“My name is Y/N, not ‘mudblood’ or ‘muggle’ or anything of the sort. Why I’m here it’s none of your business. Why were you following me?”


“I saw you running down the hallway, thought something might have happened since you were going in direction of the Great Hall. Obviously you weren’t going there. You were thieving.”


“Whatever, Draco. You caught me, now either go tell Dumbledore, McGonagall, whoever. Or let me finish what I started.”


“You’re much rude than I would expect from a ‘kind’ Hufflepuff.”


“And you’re just as annoying as I would expect from a Slytherin,” you said. You knew that if he hadn’t told anyone yet, he would be wanting something in exchange to keep quiet.


Draco rolled his eyes and looked at the silver bottle in your hand, “What’s that?”


“Nothing.”


“C’mon, Y/N, I’m not telling.”


“You’re not?”


“As long as you tell me your plan.”


You huffed, “There it is, typical slytherin.”


He laughed, “So?”


“It’s vodka,” You replied, he didn’t seem to understand that, “alcohol, Draco. It’s alcohol.”


“And what are you planning to do with that?”


“Drink it,” You said, at this point it didn’t seem like he would tell anyone, so you just continued to search for the rest of the ingredients. “And since it’s Christmas I don’t want to drink it just like that. I want cola de mono,” you explained, placing the milk, sugar, and the silver bottle on the table next to the jar.


“Cola de mono?” He asked his interest peaking.


“Monkey’s tail,” You translated, “It’s a typical christmas drink where I’m from,” You said looking for the rest of the things required to make the drink, but as much as you looked, you couldn’t find them, “Since I can’t go home, I’ll bring part of it here.”


“Muggles and their weird customs. It sounds rather appaling to drink something with such name.”


“Well, you don’t have to drink it,” You said, sighing, “but if you do want to try it, help me find the cinnamon and vanilla. I just don’t see them, and I need them”


He looked at you for a while, not sure if he wanted to help you. He said to himself he didn’t even want to be there, that he should go back to the slytherin common room. Yet, there he stood. Opposite you, not moving to leave. With a short huff, he decided to ignore his brain and help you. It didn’t take him much time to find what you needed. They were in the top shelves, too far up for you to see.


“Here you go, cinnamon and vanilla,” he said handing them to you. “If you were taller you would have see them long ago.”


You grabbed the bottles and started to make the recipe, “Well thankfully you’re here,” you said while you stirred the milk, water, and vodka. You froze for a few seconds when you realized what you had said, feeling how your cheeks warm up. You didn’t see his reaction, you just stared at the jar and continued to stir with force. You added the coffee, cinnamon and vanilla and continued to stir.


“Done,” you said, taking the jar in your hands, “It has to be at least a liter, maybe more. Get glasses,” you were about to put the jar back down, when you heard people coming. Draco and you looked at each other in alarm, “Oh no.”

Part 2

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Hello~ Blaise/Ginny - Let it burn. please & thank you

Ginny had kept the diary.  It had taken more than a little stealth to get it back,  but the youngest Weasley could sneak her way past six older brothers and one very attentive mother.   One enchanted headmaster’s office was trivial.

She didn’t quite know why she’d wanted it.  She hated it, hated what it represented, hated what Tom Riddle had done to her.  As the war dragged on and she became more and more familiar with what he’d done to himself, she hated the diary even more.  She still couldn’t bring herself to throw it away.  

Every time she moved she pulled it out of the box where she’d shoved it, looked at it, and put it back, better books, safer books, stacked on top of it.  IT stayed in that box when she left Hogwarts.  It stayed in that box when she left The Burrow.   And it almost stayed in that box as she packed up to leave her fifth flat in three years, this time to try her hand at an Italian villa and its charming, maddening, captivating resident.

“What’s that?” Blaise asked as she pulled it out, sighed, and got ready to put it back.

“A book,” she said shortly.  Her fingers shriveled back from touching the cover with the rotten hole piercing through the rotten core.  She really did hate this thing.  

Blaise’s eye rested on the name of the book’s original owner.  She’d told him the whole thing - the only one of her many boyfriends to have gotten that much honesty from her.  Something about the way Harry had managed to forget she’d gone through that made her reluctant to talk about it. Maybe the nightmares and whispers she heard in the corners of her brain were just drama.  Maybe she wasn’t as scarred by the whole thing as she thought she was, or maybe that scarring was a sign of weakness.

She needed to just get over herself, she’d always thought.  Her self pity about the whole affair would bore anyone and so she’d kept it quiet and kept Tom Riddle tucked up against her heart.  

“You kept it?” he said. It was half a question, half a very carefully neutral statement.  He hadn’t been bored by her story. He’d been horrified, and then angry, and she’d had to threaten him to keep him from apparating right to her parents’ house and speaking to them in that cold, calm voice he got when he was truly angry.

There was, after all, a reason she was willing to move in with him.

“I did,” she said.  

He nodded, too understanding.  Too damned insightful.  She wasn’t sure what she expected him to do.  Recoil, maybe, or get a nervous, worried squint in the creases between his eyes.

Instead he twitched his wand at the fireplace and the half-charred log they’d sat in front of the night before flared into life.

“Let it burn,” he said.  She hesitated and when she didn’t toss it right in he said, one hand coming to rest on her shoulder, “Let it go, Red.”

The leather cover smelled terrible as it caught and burned.


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Pairing: Taehyung x reader.   

Genre: Angst.

Summary: Taehyung is certain he loves you but, do you?

Warnings: slight verbal abuse, very flawed characters, cheating.

➼ Word count: 10k

Author´s note: Inspired by this song and also this one.


Cold shifted along with the harsh wind as you walked through the darkness of the night, one of many others, boisterous cars passing by obliging your eyes to squint into crescent moons, shivers going down your spine before you decided to tighten your coat around your figure. There wasn´t anything that you could properly fixate your eyes on to avoid the flashing lights, perhaps your heels clattering against the pavement -occasionally leaving the sight to meet the intense stare of a stranger- or the way the fabric of your sheer dress wrinkled against your legs. Lifting your head to scrutinize the empty sky, a visible pout visited your lips as there were no stars that could make the night a bit more interesting for you.

Because, the social events your company organized had never been of your taste and that night couldn´t be much different, you had hoped to at least have a decent view from the window while you munched on the probably too expensive food you were going to forcefully eat. When you had woken up that morning between pillows and sheets rolled over your body you had messily debated whether to go or not as you suspected the date circled in red on the calendar had come too soon, or else, you would´ve already decided.

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