I wish you would write a fic about Scott getting werewolf drunk with Derek and accidentally letting it slip that Stiles is on love with Derek. (In honor of your drinking) ;)
“Scott, I’m going to kill you!”
The door of his apartment banged open and for the first time in years, Scott jumped in shock. His coffee mug hit the kitchen tile and shattered, piping hot coffee splashed over his bare feet, and he suddenly remembered Stiles saying at some point that he was learning how to mask his presence from werewolves.
Apparently he mastered that particular skill.
And how to magically and silently open a deadbolt.
Normally Scott would pick up Stiles’ familiar heartbeat two floors down, and his jeep while it was still a ways down the road, but this time, there had been nothing. No heartbeat, no jeep, not even footsteps in the hallway—until suddenly there was everything. Elevated heart rate, clouds of anger wafting through the apartment, Stiles stomping closer, furious for some reason, and Scott could do nothing to prepare himself because for the first time in his life, he was hungover.
He was dying, because just the night before, he discovered in the stupidest way possible that yes, werewolves could get drunk with the right tools and a little determination. And the right tool was some crazy strong alcohol Stiles brought back from Poland last year that could punch straight through even an alpha werewolf’s metabolism. And what did he do with that discovery?
Like a college freshman away from home for the first time, buckling under immense peer pressure.
He was hungover, he was dying, and he was an idiot.
An idiot who Stiles was apparently about to murder, judging by his murderous expression when he turned the corner and locked his wild, murderous gaze on Scott. His hair was tugged up in every direction, he’d probably slept in that loose and stretched shirt, and he had the manic energy of a man who’d been roaming the streets looking for vengeance.
It had been years since Scott last felt any kind of inkling of fear towards his best friend, but right then, standing in his underwear in a puddle of hot coffee, feeling nauseous and fuzzy and somehow bloated—he was horribly aware of the mountain ash that Stiles always had on him. It was the emissary’s favorite threat towards werewolves who pissed him off, and while he rarely ever followed through with it, that murderous face promised no empty threats. Just revenge.
Scott stepped out of the puddle of hot coffee. That was really all he could do to improve the situation.
“You told him,” Stiles accused, eyes narrowed with rage as he stalked closer. “You actually told him, I can’t believe you would tell him!”
I went to watch the next-day viewing of yesterday’s Yuri on Festival event, and this time I took notes for the drama so I’ll write a more detailed summary, also because this one isn’t going to be sold on DVD. I believe other people have probably written reports too, but in cases such as this I think “the more the merrier” because it’s not recorded so it’s better to have more accounts. Also, now you’ll start seeing more Japanese reports & art too. Most people were keeping quiet out of consideration for the ones who could only watch the viewing and didn’t want spoilers.
Official title of the drama: “Fundoshi da yo!!! Sekai Metsubou Daipinchi Hasetsu Kunchi Spiritual!!” which roughly translates to “Fundoshi!!! The world is in danger of being destroyed. Hasetsu Kunchi Spiritual!!”
It was in 3 parts, separated by game and information corners. I hope it’s not too confusing, but especially the last part is impossible to summarize decently because they talked a lot and I couldn’t possibly take note of everything, not to mention what they say is mostly crazy stuff, lol. For some parts and lines I double-checked looking at other Japanese comments online. If something is not clear feel free to send me an ask.
Or that one time Lance decided to live-stream when he really should’ve been resting. The (established) klance YouTuber AU that no one asked for, but you’re all getting. Domestic klance sharing an apartment is my jam, and throwing a little angst in there is a bonus.
I’m actually really happy with this, and if people like it I might do an actual long AU thing with this setting, so feedback is appreciated! For now though, just a one-shot. This is also proof that the best writing for me happens at 3 AM… oops. I hope you enjoy!!
Psst @taylor-tut this is that thing I not-so-discreetly mentioned in my tags, have a wonderful day.
Lance McClain was a rulebreaker in
every way, except for one thing. He believed it was always necessary
to have a routine, and never stray from it. If asked, he’d inform you
that a steady routine was the foundation for a steady life.
Showering every morning, brushing his
teeth every night, thinking of a cheesy one-liner for Keith each day
without fail, the list went on. Little things.
One of his many routines was to
live-stream, always on Sundays. Because who did anything besides sit
at home, definitely not with a hangover, on Sunday?
New videos went up on Wednesdays, but
the carefully edited ones on YouTube and his live-streams were very
different. Many fans even preferred seeing him live, mainly because
he couldn’t stop himself from making bad jokes, and was usually too
lazy to straighten his bedhead.
And they would always ask him to go
bother Keith in the next room, which Lance more often than not was
obliged to do.
So when he woke up late one Sunday
with a killer headache and a stuffy nose, Lance wasn’t about to let
it get in the way of his routine.
He discovered a note from Keith on the
kitchen table that said he’d be out running errands, and Lance
lamented that he hadn’t been awake to tell Keith to get soup. After
shooting him a quick text, the only response Lance got was “You
don’t even like soup.”
Lance chuckled softly, which quickly
led to a series of wet coughs. Clearing his throat, he began to set
up his camera, wrapped himself up in blankets, and started the
“Hey guys,” he said with a small
wave, and winced at how raspy his voice sounded. He sniffled, and
edged the off-screen box of tissues closer to him.
The chat was quickly flooded with
“HELLO”’s and “LANCE!”’s. By now, all the fans knew when he
went live. Lance was, however, surprised to see several inquiries
about his health.
There were quite a few “Are you
okay”’s, and even some “You seem sick”’s, with one of Lance’s
personal favorites being “You look like shit.”
He read off the last comment with a
short laugh. “Thanks, KeiththeKutie05.” Then, as an afterthought,
he added, “Nice name.”
After a short pause of him continuing
to scan the chat, he spoke again. “I’m fine though, just got a cold
or something. Nothing could stop me from live-streaming!”
As the viewers seemed satisfied with
this response, Lance wasn’t surprised to see the usual repetition of
“Where’s Keith?” in the chat. He sighed.
“Mullet Boy is running errands,”
Lance told them, rolling his eyes for effect. “Probably going out
to buy a new pair of fingerless gloves.”
Keith and Lance had been sharing an
apartment for some time now, and the Internet was very invested in
their relationship, or so it seemed. Keith was annoyed by the whole
thing at first, but Lance found it entertaining that his fans seemed
to like Keith better than him. Lance could, admittedly, relate.
Eventually, the accidental publicity
that came with dating a YouTuber inspired Lance to make a collab
channel for them, though Keith never got his own. He insisted that he
was too awkward to film anything by himself, which Lance secretly
Numerous people began telling Lance to
prank Keith when he came back, to which Lance grinned. Playing tricks
on Keith during live-streams had become somewhat of a tradition in
and of itself. “Maybe I will,” Lance tapped his chin
thoughtfully. “You guys got any ideas?”
Lance read through some of the
responses but saw nothing particularly appealing, then perked up at
someone asking when he’d do a video with Hunk again.
“Actually, I got some good news for
you guys,” Lance declared, sneezing into his elbow before
continuing. “Hunk and I are going to be playing videogames on
Pidge’s channel sometime next week, and Hunk has both of us coming
over to his and Shay’s for a baking video. I haven’t decided what we
should do for my part yet. Maybe a Q & A?”
Once again, Lance’s eyes scanned
through the suggestions until his eyes snagged on one he liked.
“Cards Against Humanity, huh? With YouTube’s shitty new rules it
could get demonetized, but I do love that game, so why not? I’m
positive Pidge owns it, and I can tell them to bring it over. Maybe I
can even convince Keith to play with us.”
Lance couldn’t help but smile at the
enthusiastic response that got.
“I think I’m going to get myself
some more coffee,” Lance decided, looking down at the empty mug
resting on a coaster. “Last night Keith made me watch this really
scary movie, so I naturally had trouble falling asleep. Gotta have
coffee to keep myself functioning. Do you guys prefer coffee or tea?
Keith and I are both coffee people, but he likes his black. No sugar
or anything, disgusting if you ask me.”
Lance almost regretted this comment as
a war of opinions on black coffee slowly took over his computer
“Well, anyway, I’m gonna go to the
kitchen real quick. I’d bring my laptop but… I’d probably spill
coffee on it, and we can’t have that.”
Lance stood, and was about to start
towards the next room when his vision abruptly blurred and refocused.
He knew immediately something was wrong.
His legs felt like jelly, and the room
seemed to spin as he took a single step forward. Had he only been
fine when he was sitting? Lance had half the mind to sit right back
down, but his brain was growing muddled, and direction simply didn’t
Lance’s migraine flared abruptly in
intensity, and then suddenly the wood floor was rushing up to meet
him. Everything went dark.
Keith glanced at his phone as he moved
around to the back of the car, where he’d stored the groceries, and
had to repress a fond smile at the Twitter notification on the
screen. Lance was, apparently, live-streaming. Keith thought he might
actually miss his time-slot for once, but he figured by now he should
be used to the Cuban boy’s dedication to routine.
Lance’s channel got some negative
feedback from more ‘sophisticated’ YouTubers for being… all over
the place. A dedicated beauty guru, or PrinceLotor as his channel was
called, had dragged Lance on Twitter on more than one occasion.
Lance was anything but consistent when
it came to videos. He did whatever he felt like doing that week, and
the fans loved it. Sometimes he played songs on his guitar, sometimes
he did prank-calls. He would film Q&A’s, or tell stories about
all the interesting stuff that happened in his life— Lance’s bad
luck was rather famous. He recommended TV shows, did hauls of what he
got for holidays, vlogged on occasion when he went to stores, you
But Lance’s favorite thing to do were
Hunk, an incredibly smart engineer,
had a baking channel as a hobby, and Lance was his favorite
Pidge was a newer gaming channel, but
their obsession with theorizing about the game’s lore while playing
and busting other fan theories made them grow in popularity quickly.
For two player games, Lance was ideal.
Allura was an extremely popular beauty
channel, and Lance let her give him makeovers whenever she wanted to.
Shiro could use extra actors in his short films.
And Keith… well, the two of them had
a channel together that had no pattern whatsoever, much to Lance’s
dislike. Absolutely spontaneous and random, usually doing things by
popular fan request, like dancing or karaoke. And uploads were by no
Keith was surprised at how much he had
started to enjoy it. Lance had been telling him he should start an
art channel, with animations and speedpaints and the like, and Keith
wasn’t… that opposed to the idea. It could be a useful
source of income, to help with all the debt he would come into after
graduating college. But he’d never tell Lance.
Without thinking too much of it, Keith
swiped right across his screen, taking him to Lance’s tweet about the
live-stream in order to like it. He was about to close his phone
again and begin taking groceries up to their apartment when his eyes
snagged on something odd.
Lots of the replies to Lance’s tweet
mentioned him, particularly the recent ones, even tagging him in it.
Keith couldn’t fathom why they would be talking about him if he
wasn’t on the stream, unless Lance was complaining about him live
Keith bristled. Lance better not be
still annoyed at him for the movie the last night. Signs
wasn’t scary at all, and not even a real horror movie! Lance
simply stated that ‘he didn’t mess with aliens.’
But when he looked at all the
mentions, Keith felt his irritation give way to confusion, and then
“KEITH GET TO UR APARTMENT”, “YOU
BETTER GO CHECK ON LANCE”, “HOLY SHIT HES COLLAPSED KEITH HURRY
YA ASS UP”, and the one that really sent Keith reeling “UH GUYS
IS IT JUST ME OR DID WE WITNESS LANCE’S DEATH ON CAMERA?”
Keith slammed the trunk, all groceries
forgotten as he sprinted into the apartment building and ran for the
stairs. They only lived on the third floor, and he was not about to
wait for the slow, crowded elevator.
He fumbled to fit his key in the lock
and opened the door to the living room, only to spot the
live-streaming set up, with no Lance. Keith rushed forward, but drew
up short when he realized that Lance was in fact passed out on the
floor in front of the couch.
“Oh my god— Lance!” Keith sank
down beside him, turning his boyfriend over. “Lance, are you okay?
Can you hear me?”
Lance’s eyes opened slowly, and Keith
felt relief flood his system, despite the uncharacteristically pale
skin. “K-Keith? Wha… I thought you were shopping?”
“I’m back,” Keith answered
shortly, wincing as he pressed a hand onto Lance’s forehead. “Jeez,
you’re on fire. Why didn’t you tell me you were this sick?!”
“Are you a fire?” Lance mumbled
under his breath, and Keith furrowed his brows in confusion.
“What? No, Lance, I was saying you
have a fever.”
“Because you’re hot and I want
s'more,” Lance continued, as if he hadn’t heard him at all. Keith
was suddenly painfully aware that the live-stream was still going,
and that his face was even more flushed than Lance’s, and not because
of a fever.
Keith glanced at the computer sitting
on the coffee table briefly, noting that most of the chat was full of
random keyboard smashing. He smiled apologetically. “At least he’s
conscious,” he shrugged, hoisting Lance up off the floor and
propping one of his arm’s around Keith’s shoulder. “I’m going to
take this idiot to the hospital, he’s way too hot.”
“So you finally admitted it,”
Lance’s voice was barely audible, and Keith glanced back down to see
him grinning up at Keith tiredly.
“I meant your temperature, dumbass.
Next time, tell me when you’re not feeling well.”
Summary: You’ve been eighteen years old for ten years when Jungkook first moves in. Pairing: Jungkook | Reader Genre: Fluff/Angst; Roommate/Soulmate AU (In which you stop aging when you turn 18 until you meet your soulmate) Word Count: 9,494
The next morning, you show up to work very early and very unannounced. Namjoon raises an eyebrow at your presence, having not expected you until later in the afternoon, but he must see a look in your eyes that you cannot figure out yourself, because he doesn’t speak about it. He simply lets you work, pretending as if the stress and anxiety isn’t threatening to eat you out alive as you shuffle back and forth across the floor.
You appreciate this, and are glad that Namjoon is selecting not to comment on your behavior, while it might be off-putting and slightly abnormal, it helps you stay distracted. In truth, leaving early for work had been a very conscious decision on your part, since it wasn’t necessarily putting a damper on your sleep schedule—you had only managed about an hour of proper before spending the rest of the evening just shifting about in your bed or pacing around the room.
Jungkook had still been sleeping around the 7:00 hour, which was perfectly fine with you. The conversation from the previous night plagues your mind if you let yourself stand still for too long, and you worry that if you were to look the boy in the eye right now while the feelings are still fresh, he would figure out what was on your mind immediately. You try to convince yourself that Jungkook doesn’t remember the conversation, that those things have just turned into faded and blurry specs in his memory, which helps in your distraction. It helps lessen your apprehension. With the potential of Jungkook pulling up a blank on his conversation with you, it leaves you believing that the simple factor of time was what you needed. It would give Jungkook the space to sleep off his hangover, as it would give you the space to sort through your own emotions and to train yourself into pretending that last night simply had not happened.
According to Hoseok, it’s not a very good plan. And he’s right. Your plans usually always have a way of coming back to bite you back on the ass. But you’re stubborn and afraid; the combination more than enough to control you into believing that this would be the best response to the situation.
And we’re back with episode 3! There’s actually a lot to be
said about Victor here even though the focus isn’t on him most of the time. We
get to see the choreo for Eros and Agape for the first time, get some more
insight in how Victor acts around people other than Yuuri, and truly get
introduced to Victor the Coach for the first time.
Again, I’d like to delve into this set and look at the
specific scenes chosen. I hope everyone enjoys!
We start off with the intro choreo to Agape. When I chose
this gif, I found myself stuck between three different options: the intro, the
close-up of him skating with his fingers steepled, and the ending. In the end,
I realized it didn’t matter because I had the same thing to talk about for all of
them. With the intro, we see Victor reaching out with open hands as if to bring
something into himself, in the middle it seems as if he is thankful and holding
something gently, and at the end he presses back out from his chest with his
hands firmly clasped. If we combine this with the concept of agape – unconditional
love – we can see a possible interpretation of bringing love into oneself,
holding it gently, then, with a firm grasp on it, giving back. I’ll talk a bit
more about the meaning of the Eros and Agape routines in respect to Victor in a
few, but I still felt the choreo was interesting in the respect that it also
tells a story – a story of the acceptance of outside love, of cherishing that
love, and of giving it back.
The second and third gifs I’d like to first talk about as a
pair. Both are from the Eros choreo, but if you look at Victor’s expressions,
are almost complete opposites on the emotional spectrum. The first looks to be confident
and suave, and the second looks so vulnerable and sad that I couldn’t help but wonder at the contrast. Then I thought
about the story of Eros, how it tells a story of a playboy who goes after “the
most beautiful woman” (I say that in quotations because there’s actually no
woman in this tale, it’s actually a man stealing the heart of another man then
disappearing from his sight). Then I started to question the choreo in this
program, whose perspective is it being told from? In the end, I came to the
conclusion that it’s both. We see the
playboy at the start (the first of these two gifs) and at the end when there’s
a pushing away gesture. As for the jilted man, we see him in that second of the
two gifs. Victor undoubtedly gets lost in his skating and his expressions
become very telling as to the emotional meaning behind the programs he’s
On that note, let’s look at these two individually. The
suave, seductive look at the beginning of the program to me always looks so empty. After you get past the initial
heart-eyed reaction of Victor looking that way in your direction, you start to
see how devoid of emotions that expression really is. What we’re actually
watching is Victor’s media face in action. I feel there are a couple of reasons
for this but the primary one is simply that Victor
is not a playboy. He tells this story with two parts within Eros’ program,
but he at heart is not and has never been a playboy. So the only
way he knows how to portray something like that is through his carefully
crafted image that relies entirely on the watchers being too smitten with him
to catch the fact that there’s nothing of him
actually in it. In most cases, it takes multiple watches of this particular Victor
smile to catch it but when you see it, it’s really difficult to unsee.
On the other hand, we get the third gif of this set, where
he looks so incredibly sad during the
Eros choreo. If you check out Yuuri skating the exact same clip, you can see
that his face is completely different (confident even), which says to me that
Victor’s expression here is intentional
on the side of the creative team. The reason for that? This is Victor emulating
the man who was seduced and then abandoned, left with his own thoughts for three
months and attempting to figure out what exactly happened the night he was (quite
literally) swept off his feet. We don’t know if this expression existed at this
point in the program before Victor came to Hasetsu, but the fact that this is
not the face of the playboy within the story is undeniable. And the sadness we
can see painted on Victor’s face is a clear indicator of how he feels in this
position at this point in time. Unlike when he tries to play the part of the playboy,
this role is much truer to him. We are looking at the true Victor Nikiforov,
unshielded and wearing his heart on his sleeve. Truly, something that one can
only see on the ice.
This fourth gif… well, I could say a lot of things, but they
would mostly be stating the obvious. He’s gunning really hard for Yuuri in this
moment, both (I think) because he wants
Yuuri as well as because he knows Yuuri wants him. Victor isn’t as oblivious to Yuuri’s
interest as Yuuri thinks (or rather, hopes) he is, even if Yuuri keeps trying
to run away from it. That said, if you compare this Victor, who is actively
trying to seduce Yuuri and show him “what Eros is to him” to the suave look at
the start of Victor’s rendition of Eros, it brings to light just how false the look in the Eros choreo is. Because if this look here is
genuine, then there’s no way that the look in the program is too.
Even though the face in this fifth gif is meant to be
comedic, I can’t help but think deeply about this scene. This is the face
Victor wears immediately after Yurio calls him out for saying that Agape isn’t
a program where one shows off their confidence, and yet still skates it so confidently.
Victor then gets asked what Agape is to him and he deflects the question back onto
Yurio with an overly bright smile and a flimsy answer – “you just feel it, how
am I supposed to tell you?”. What this says to me isn’t that Victor is some
sort of genius, as others in-show continue to say he is, but quite the opposite
(in terms of his own emotional awareness and how that comes out in his skating,
anyway). Victor skates out his feelings, the same way that Yuuri does, and that
always reflects into his programs. But, as we can see if we look at Stammi in
episode 1 and combine it with the knowledge that he was lonely but didn’t know
it, he isn’t always fully aware of the
full emotional depth to these programs in regards to himself. So, if we assume that Victor’s confusion and obvious
diversion mean that he doesn’t know
what Agape the program means to him, then can we figure it out? I think so.
There are many things that agape as a base concept could mean for Victor – it could
mean Makkachin, his skating family, or his fans, among others. What I think it
means, when you take in the entirety of the program’s meaning and how he skates
it, is that it’s a love letter to his audience. It’s always looked to me like a
complete story. Going back up to the first gif, where I described Agape as an
acceptance of love and a giving back, I feel that we can apply that here. The
program also feels like an all-encompassing gesture, almost like a goodbye of
sorts. We can look at Eros and Agape as programs that are 2 sides of the same
coin. If Eros is Victor’s struggles to move on to a new part of his life (a
beginning), then Agape is his struggles to move on from his past and present
(an end). So, even if Victor doesn’t realize it, I think that Agape was meant
to be a goodbye to his skating career. He knew his time was coming, and while
he didn’t want to let it go, he also knew it was almost time. And so, Agape was
born as a way to say to his audience, “thank you for the love and support you
have given me all this time”. Truly “Agape” indeed.
Returning to the comedy, this sixth gif is pretty much a
clip of Victor’s suffering in action. Just earlier that week he shoved his face
right up in Yuuri’s, got the guy all flustered, and asked him what Eros meant
to him. And the answer that Yuuri came to was food. FOOD. Not only does Victor know that this isn’t what Yuuri’s Eros
actually is (he knows it’s him), it doesn’t even make sense to the story of the
program. From a more outside perspective, sure, food can make sense if you only
look at the written definition for desire, but on a conceptual level, what Eros
as a program truly embodies, katsudon
couldn’t make any less sense. Unfortunately, there’s not much more Victor can
do other than scream internally about Yuuri’s obtuseness to the entire concept
of sexuality that seems to only exist when he’s sober.
Or he can go drown his frustrations in alcohol, which is
what he ends up doing. Throwing his responsibilities for the night out the
window, he decides that drinking until dawn is the best way to come to terms
with his current situation. As comedic as this scene is initially played out to
be, it actually brings up a serious underlying issue. When Victor doesn’t know
what to do with his emotions, or he feels lost, he drowns his sorrows in
alcohol. Whether he even realizes he’s doing this, we can’t know for sure because
he’s never mentioned it himself but I worry both for his kidney and his mental health
that this seems to not just be a one-off occurrence but a habit. Even if you factor
in the possible use of the Russians being heavy drinkers stereotype, the fact
that Victor is shown drinking every night since he arrives in Hasetsu and then goes off to get smashed after
getting ignored (yet again) by Yuuri before proceeding to coach with a hangover
in the middle of an intense training week doesn’t speak well to how he processes
his unpleasant emotions and situations.
The third to last choice is
a gif, even if it’s not moving. I chose this still image shot specifically because
it presents us a view of Victor with a very uniquely complicated expression and
none of the other shots of him during this scene really portray how far into
his own head he is in this moment. I feel that this is Victor when he realizes he’s
at a crossroads in his life and there’s nothing more he can do to affect the
outcome. He’s taking a moment before he needs to go out and judge both Yuris’
skating to consider what either result will mean for him. On one hand, if Yurio
outperforms Yuuri, which Victor at this point know is the most probable given
what he’s seen over the last week, then he will need to give up on the spark of
hope he felt from the banquet, the viral Stammi video, and saw in Yuuri himself
when he accepted Eros. Victor would return to Russia, to the place that he felt
was suffocating him, as a coach and not even a skater. He knows that his heart
doesn’t want this, even if his logical mind knows that if Yuuri can’t perform
to his potential then it’s what he’s promised to both of them. For Yuuri, the
only way he could outperform Yurio would be to show Victor that spark that was
shown within the viral video, to reawaken the side of himself that he showed
Victor at the banquet, and to channel the confidence he had when he was first
assigned Eros and demanded Victor stay if he won. For Victor to get the outcome
he wants, Yuuri is going to need to
pull out all the stops and show to the world (or at least those watching this
ice show) the potential that Victor has seen only in small spurts so far.
Looking forward from there, Victor knows that working with Yuuri isn’t going to
be straightforward, but it’s still what his heart desires. He knows he has a
bias, but as much as Yurio yells about Victor breaking a promise by coming to
Japan (he didn’t, he still choreographed a debut program for him), he is still
a man of his word and will go back to Russia if Yuuri can’t show Victor right here and now that that spark still
exists. In light of all that, it’s no wonder Victor foregoes the pep talks
during the warm-ups!
This second to last gif was the moment that spawned a world
of controversy when this episode first aired. There were many people who initially
found it hard to believe that Victor could take a situation involving Yuuri
this seriously, but now that we’ve learned so much more about him, we can look
at this scene a lot more critically. The thing that stands out to me the most
is Victor’s honesty. Yuuri confides
to Victor, through his actions more than his words, that he’s anxious but is
swallowing down that emotion for the sake of showing Victor that he is all that Victor has seen in him. That
he can perform up to Victor’s
standards. And Victor takes this seriously and honestly. Victor does care about Yuuri, on every level
that this question could imply. Yuuri wasn’t looking for a response when he
admitted his worries to Victor through seeking out a comfort hug but he got one
anyway. Victor reassured Yuuri on a deeper level than just “I’m looking forward
to your skating”. He was assured that Victor is there for more than that, as
well as for more than flirting, but for Yuuri
as an entire individual. And Victor wants nothing more in this moment than to
see Yuuri succeed. Victor does still want to stay in Japan, and he lets Yuuri
know this through the exact words he uses – a direct response to Yuuri’s wish for
if he wins, to continue eating katsudon with Victor. As tough as Victor has had
it since he got to Japan, he still doesn’t want to leave. And I think this is
exactly what Yuuri needed in that moment; honesty, and the reassurance that his
feelings were reciprocated.
This last gif is one of the first real glimpses we get of Victor the Coach. Even at this early
point, we can attribute his pat on the back then instant critique way of
greeting Yuuri as he came off the ice as an emulation of the coaching style
that he has had used with himself for years. Victor would have definitely seen how other coach and skater pairs
interacted, but the only real long-lasting experience he’s had with a coach has
been with Yakov. We know from watching the show that Victor’s coaching style
evolves (and quite rapidly) to suit Yuuri’s needs but it’s fascinating to see
where he begins, and how confused he is when it very obviously doesn’t work with his student.
ended up becoming a lot longer than I initially planned but it turns out I had
a lot of thoughts, especially concerning Victor’s portrayal and interpretations
of Eros and Agape. If you got this far then I hope you enjoyed and if the wall
of text was too much then I still hope you liked the gifset regardless! Thanks
for reading! :)
I give to you the rival sports team Klance AU you never wanted but are getting anyway because I have zero (0) self restraint:
I’m gonna say yolo and throw them into college bc college kids always have free time to do competitive sports and get scholarships and stuff so here we ARE in COLLEGE with SWIM TEAMS
Keith and Lance go to different schools but have been running into each other at swim meets for months and they’re always neck and neck in their times
Lance is the swim captain of his team and they represent the Blue Panthers from the state university and they’re one of the top teams in the league
Keith isn’t the swim captain but he’s kind of like the coach of the Red Lions? maybe their actual coach is a flake and someone needed to step in and actually Do Something, so he took over and all his teammates regard him as their coach/teammate duo bc he still swims with them, he just directs them kinda thing?
his drills are the most feared thing on the planet and everyone is terrified of Tuesday and Thursday night practices because inevitably Keith will make them do some sort of terrifying equivalent of suicides but in the water and everyone goes home sore and tired
so there’s a championship swim meet out of state and everyone’s been prepping for this for months and it’s a Big One
there’s always a pre-party for this kind of stuff, right?? well now there is, fuck it
Keith forbids his team to go because they need to be in their best shape for the morning swim trials and if he Hears One Word that any of them were there, someone gonna die
inevitably, his team goes lmao
he probably was swimming laps before bedtime when he hears the party raging on the floor above his own
(he’s an insomniac and has even more trouble when he’s sleeping in a hotel bed and swimming always helps tire him out)
annoyed, he goes to investigate and tell them to shut the fuck up bc SOME people have a competition tomorrow and starts banging on the door and Lance opens it with a flourish and a grin
Lance: GUYS JOSH IS BACK WITH MORE ICE
Lance: ….wait you’re not Josh
Keith: oh my god of course it would be you
Lance: HEY WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN
they start fighting immediately and then someone slips past the door behind Lance and Keith recognizes that hair and he shoves Lance aside to get into the hotel room and it’s one of his teammates oooooh boy he gon DIE
Keith just wordlessly points out the door and the few members of his team file out real fuckin quick bc they know they’re about to be reamed out
then Lance pushes Keith’s shoulder and calls him a buzzkill
Keith spins around and puts his palm on Lance’s chest and pushes him into the nearest wall and whispers all low and dangerous “I can’t wait to destroy you tomorrow.” then saunters off and calls over his shoulder “Enjoy your hangover!” and Lance is s h o o k
needless to say, Lance is hungover the next morning
the race is close, but Keith’s team places first and Lance’s second
Lance was the last swimmer so he’s hanging off the side of the pool and throws his goggle and cap on the floor and is cursing and wishing he hadn’t been the one to throw that party bc he fucked up and then he hears a small laugh
shocker: it’s Keith
Lance goes to glare up at him but Keith just pulled off his swim cap and his hair is tumbling down his shoulders like some brunette Adonis and Lance just gets angrier bc how can this guy be SO GOOD and also disgustingly attractive it’s like God is shitting on him it’s rude
going forward, it’s a total game on vibe with them and it’s such a back and forth between meets and it’s literally neck and neck with both of them pushing their teams harder than ever before and it’s wild
then there’s some big rager or kegger at some off-campus house and Keith is dragged out by his teammates as punishment for being such a hardass lately and “this is a great way to pull that stick out of your ass please don’t make me do fifty push ups for saying that okay i’m soRRY”
they walk in to some tall guy doing a hand stand on a keg and chugging upside down and his shirt has fallen down around his neck so he’s just this long, brown, toned stomach
Keith’s not blind, okay, so he admires the view but ultimately he’s just like …………….you’re all idiots and goes to leave except the guy gets off and lets out the grossest burp and wipes his face with this huge shit-eating grin
shocker: it’s Lance
Keith is shook
but he’s also immediately on the defensive and ready to fight so he gets all bristly until Lance spots him by the door with his friends and is like “hHEY yOu!” bc he’s loaded and he stumbles into Keith’s chest and pokes his collarbone and smiles even bigger and goes “betcha can’t do a keg stand”
shocker again: Keith does it bc who is he to turn down a challenge
long story short, they both end up making out in a coat closet and in the morning when they wake up in their respective beds after their friends dragged them home, they both remember it happening and groan and cover their faces with their hands
cue the awkward future swim meets and budding romance
summary: dan and phil get drunk and film the boyfriend tag (similar to what shane dawson did)
tags: alcohol, so much sweetness and cuteness your teeth will hurt, extreme fluff
by: angelboydjh on tumblr
word count: ~1.8k
first fic posted!! please, ignore any mistakes and reblog and like!! ilu!! send in requests for fics :-)
dan and phil got a little drunk. they originally got out some Ribena, which is completely unharmful, until dan spotted vodka on the kitchen counter, which they only keep for parties. its almost gone, with a half a bottle left, so dan thought of an idea.
“phil, lets get drunk.” phil looked at dan confused; dan never really likes drinking as much as he used to, hes grown, the satisfaction of being drunk doesnt really thrill as much, and its the same with phil.
“why?” asked phil, sipping his Ribena.
“because why not! we have no meeting tomorrow, we are bored out of our minds, and itll be fun! we’ll even be safe, we can control each other well.” phil thought about it. he never really likes hangovers, who does? he gets them bad, and he knows dan gets them worse, but dan was right, they were extremely bored and had no meetings tomorrow. phil shrugged, and replied with a sure, causing dan to jump up with joy.
dan grabbed the bottle and went to phils room, closing the door, and sitting on his bed. he opens to bottle and pours a lot in his drink, doing the same to phil. there is now many 4 shots full left of the drink and dan was happy he rationed out well.
“wanna do a toast?” asked phil.
“with our vodka filled ribena?” chuckled dan. phil nodded, giggling a little.
“why not?” phil responded, and dan nodded agreeing. they lifted their glass cups up and they look at each other. “to us!”
dan laughed at the cliché, but echoed phil, and a clink noise was heard when the touched glasses. dan downed about half of his drink in that one sip, phil only taking a baby sip.
phil made a face, hating the taste of vodka. dan hid his disgust, looking at phil.
“now we wait.” dan took another sip, already feeling slightly dizzy.
dan was fully drunk. he was giggling, putting his head on phil, slurring his words, all of it.
phil was only tipsy. he didnt drink much yet, only about half of his drink. dan, of course, drank all of it, even the rest in the bottle!
“phil!” dan slurred out, and phil glanced over slowly, so he doesnt get dizzy, and raised his eyebrow. “we should do a boyfriend tag.”
phil thought about this. is he that drunk that he doesnt really care if they do one or not? yes. he doesnt really care, its not like itll be posted. phil knows better than that.
“sure.” phil got up to get his camera from the other side of the room, and dan plopped on the bed laughing at who knows what.
it took phil about 2 minutes to set up everything for filming, and an extra 5 minutes to find good goddamn questions.
he finally found some question, a total of twenty. he can barely read them because of his blurry vision, and since he didnt have neither his contacts or glasses on. so he grabbed his glasses from the bed side and put them on to see if itll help. nope. he took another sip of his drink and locked his phone. he’ll cross that bridge when he gets to it. he gets up and turns on the camera, praying to god its in focus.
“dan, its on, we are filming.” once those words left phils mouth, dan shot up from phils bed and looked at phil.
“okay, okay, okay, okay,” he kept repeating that until he finally was next to phil on the bed facing the camera. phil giggled at dan, dan looking at him with his red cheeks.
“okay, ready, babe?” asked phil, seeing double of dan. dan nodded, and smiled at phil and then at the camera.
“okay,” phil breathed in and then ‘took in his persona’.
“hey guys!” he said cheerfully, but all it did is make him dizzy. dan was like, on top of phil, so hes grateful that he was, or phil wouldve fallen over.
“im here with dan.” phil pointed at him, and dan waved, his white oversized cat shirt being exposed, and you could even see his naked legs, since hes wearing shorts. “we are doing the boyfriend tag.” phil said slowly, and dan nodded jumping up and down on the bed.
“phil is my boyfriend! boyfriend phil! philip lester, boyfriend!” he yelled, making phil giggle.
“okay, want ask the questions, or do u want me go ask them?” asked phil to dan.
“ask me the questions! then we will do it back!” dan suggested, and phil nodded encouragingly.
“okay, first question.” phil unlocked his phone and read it very carefully.
“when is my birthday?” he asked. “bonus points for the zodiac sign!”
“january 30th, that makes you a……” he strung out the 'a’ to think. “an Aquarius! aquarium.” he laughed, and phil chuckled.
“correct baby.” he leaned in to kiss dan, and dan kissed him, tasting of vodka and ribena.
“okay, now,” phil was going to go to the next question, but dan protested.
“now do mine! do mine!” dan pouted, crossing his arms.
“june 11th! youre a gemini.” phil stuttered out, making dan laugh.
“lucky guess.” he muttered jokingly.
“next question,” phil scrolled down the page. “where did i grow up?”
“im too drunk for this phil!!” he moaned out. “the north! thats all youre getting.”
“well, youre not wrong.” said phil. “ill give you the point.”
“what about me?” asked dan.
“ugh! exact place!”
“not fair, you didnt do that for me!”
“ugh, whatever.” dan pouted again.
“wipe that pout off your face princess.” phil whispered, grabbing dans chin.
“im just kidding philly!” dan kissed phil, getting him off guard.
“okay, next,” phil asked. “whats my middle name?”
“michael! these are too easy! i want harder ones. test me!” dan groaned out, and phil rolled his eyes.
“okay, okay,” phil said. he scrolled down to another website, which had different questions. “how about this: where was our first date?”
“EASY!” he yelled, throwing his hands up. “well, kinda,” he muttered. “its hard!”
“well, tell me.” phil said suggestively, leaning closer to dan.
“we first met of course at the train station,” he muttered out. “and then we went straight to your house, and, did things. does that count as a first date?” this took him way too long to say, as he was stuttering madly.
“yes, it does. great job, cutie.” phil said happily and leaned in for a kiss.
“okay, let me ask the question!” phil started to give him the phone, but dan refused, saying he wants go make one up.
“whats the first thing you notice about me?” he asked a bashful.
“your smile.” phil said simply. no explanation was needed to make dan feel all warm inside. dan covered his face and leaned on phils shoulder, grinning like mad.
once he got up, he looked at phil, seeing his wonderful, eyes.
“you know what mine is.” he muttered, almost inaudible. it was phils turn to blush. they lean in and kiss once again, but longer than before.
when they pulled apart, dan was seeing actual stars, and couldnt even understand what was happening, completely forgot about the video.
“oh my god, i love you so much.” he said in a shush tone, with phils hand on his cheek. they were only a few inches away from each other, and phil loved it. phil was exploding every inch of dans face, and so was dan. every moment phil made, it made him more dizzy and more dazed, but he didnt care.
within a few moments, they both locked eyes, and somehow, both remembered they were recording.
“uh, one more question,” phil stuttered out, as dan looked around for his almost empty drink. “okay, last question. what is my favorite color?”
“easy, blue.” dan said, as he drank his final sips of his drink before crushed it and threw it.
“hey!” phil protested, looking over at the cup.
“ill pick it ip later, babe.” dan slurred out almost incoherently. “whats mine?”
“easy, pink.” phil mocked. dan smiled softly, putting his arms around phils neck, phil put this hands on dans waist.
“what kind of pink?” he muttered, with his sloppy grin on his face, his curly hair perfect in tack still. (which surprised phil)
“pastel.” dan groaned jokingly, letting his head drop down onto phils shoulders.
“oh my god, i tried to trick you!” dan yelled.
“well, you didnt. 8 years of friendship pays off.” phil joked. dan put his head on phils shoulder, his head facing the camera.
“can we finish? i wanna cuddle with you watch disney movies.” phil chuckled and nodded.
“we’ll finish, lets do the outro.” phil tapped dan, so he can get up from his shoulder, but dan didnt move a muscle, indicating hes not moving.
“okay, well, goodbye everyone, please like a subscribe to me and dans channel, and our gaming channel! love you!” he waved and awkwardly looked at dan.
“i need to turn off that camera baby.” dan groaned and got up from phils shoulder. phil got up and turned off the camera, sitting right on his bed again next to dan.
“can we just cuddle?” phil can tell dan was getting tired, and getting all drained. he gets like this when hes drunk, but also after recording videos.
“of course, princess.” phil laid down, then wrapping his arms around dan who is not next to them. they peacefully fall asleep, with the lights on and phils snoring.
it was the morning, and phil is posting his premade video on lessamazingphil, just a quick vlog from florida. its taking surprisingly long to process, since its only 2 minutes, but phil didnt question it. its almost done, so phil went to go see dan, who has the worst hangover ever.
“how are you baby?” asked phil, laying next to dan.
“better, how bad was it?” he asked, and phil laughed.
“you were fine, not as bad as a few months ago, but you were not any better.” dan groaned, and at that moment his phone dinged. he unlocked his phone to see the notification, YouTube popping up, and it was phils new video.
“uh, phil.” dan said.
“yes?” phil hummed.
“you posted the wrong video.”
“what?” phil yelled a little too loudly for dan, as he backed away and gave phil his phone in just one beat.
“i uploaded our drunk boyfriend tag.” dans eyes widen.
“we filmed a video? no way, i dont remember this. did we kiss?”
“i was drunk too!”
“well, i would keep it up.”
“we already made this mistake once, lets just let them have what they want.”
A/N: I don’t know what happened. It’s incredibly long… but I had fun ;) Since I don’t have anything better, this is my gift for 2.5k Thank you all so much ♥
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You rubbed the spot between your eyes where you could feel a headache coming. Wanda was in charge of Natasha’s bachelorette party. You were supposed to spend the evening in a fancy restaurant, but clearly Wanda had other plans.
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You paid the entry fee and walked into the strip club. It was noisy and surprisingly bright. You cringed as the smell of alcohol hit your nose. Wanda gave you her best innocent smile and looped her arm through yours.
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Hello!! <3 Love your headcanons!! So could you do for rfa reacting MC drunk and not recognizing them? Like him trying to kiss her as always, but she walks away saying that she has a boyfriend and loves him? Lol Something like that..?? I think it would be cute and funny. haha >w< (Sorry for my bad english)
Your english isn’t bad, love. (who am I to judge, anyways?)
Here it is! Hope you enjoy it! ^^
RFA with a drunk MC who can’t recognize them
told him you were gonna be at this club and he should join you after work
crowded! It would take so long to find you… oh, not really, there you are! You
look so sexy dancing like no one is watching
the thing is a lot of people, guys mostly, are watching. OH HELL NO!
babe! I missed you!” he comes behind you holding your waist gently, and feels
legitimately hurt when you pull away and nod negatively.
nah ni nah no, buddy! Not happening!”
and you just… walk away! Why? IS he that late? He goes after you,
noticing how much you’re bumping into other people…
I’m sorry, I…” “I won’t say it twice, dude! I’m taken and you’ll back away if
you know what’s good for you!” what? You’re not recognizing him? Maybe it’s the
lights or the loud music?
no, it’s not! He watches as you go the bar and look around squinting your eyes
and frowning your nose, it’s so cuuuuttte! Also, it’s a very familiar sign that
you’re very drunk, he knows that by now.
no… not you again!” “Hey, calm down! I’m… I won’t make any move, I’m just
worried about you! Are you ok?” “I’m g-reat! Just waiting for MY REALLY STRONG,
HOT AND FAMOUS BOYFRIEND THAT I LOOOVVVEE!” oh god… is it bad he thinks this is
tell me more about him, then.” He manages to get close enough so nobody will
try to approach you. “I’ll show you!” you pick your phone and scroll through
all the pictures you’ve taken together.
is him during one of his musicals! This is him on his bike! This is him on
piggy tails I did when he was sleeping! Isn’t he adorable?” he gags a little
“Oh… I think… I think this wouldn’t be good for my… for HIS image, don’t you
think?” “Nhaaa, this is just for fun! I won’t even show him! I care a lot about
his image too, since I’mma be his manager one day, just you wait! “Oh,is that
convinces you to text your boyfriend, so he could answer he would be waiting
you outside so you could take a cab. He doesn’t even mind your text makes no
I missed you so much, you… should be proud of me! I acted all scary and made this
guy back away! Are you proud, Zenny? Are you proud?” you shake him as you hug
him when you go to him outside. “You have no idea how much, my princess.” He
hugs you back
hopes your hangover is not that bad tomorrow, as he really has some business
matters to go over with you…
he’s the college student, you’re the one having the time of your life at this
wasn’t that comfortable at first, but seeing you having so much fun made him
loose it up a little
wondering if the guys feel jealous when they see this goddess moving her hips
so seductively and stopping all of a sudden to give him a little peck on the
lips and a ‘boop’ to his nose…
it’s been a while you’re not doing this anymore, you’re not even looking at
him… you’re looking all around the place, except for him.
he goes to you and touches your shoulder: “Are you okay, honey?” you look at
him from head to toes and… turn your back on him. What?
Did I do something wrong?” “Yeah, dude, you’re making a move on a girl who have
a boyfriend!” “Well, yes… I’m the boyfriend!”
you wish, but sorry… it ain’t happening!” You scoff. He’s so shocked! Are you
breaking up with him like this?
wait! He’d seen your eyes like this
before, you’re… drunk! Very drunk! Yes, your half-lidded tipsy eyes… and you still manage to be beautiful…
so uhm… are you Yoosung Kim’s girlfriend, by any chance?” “Yeah, why do you
ask?” “Nothing, I recognized you from all the photos of you he shows, it’s…
it’s nice to meet you in person! He talks a lot about you!” he tries to be
friendly so you don’t run away.
he showed photos of me? So embarrassiIIiiIng! I’ll tell him to stahp when I see
him!” “Oh… Please don’t get mad! It’s just… just… he thinks you’re the most
beautiful lady in the world, he… really really loves you… at least that’s what
I heard from him.”
I can’t be mad at him!” you sigh dramatically. “He’s sOoOOOOOo amazing! And
cool… and his hair is so badass, and we’re here just because I dragged him… and
those cheeks nnnnnng” What about his cheeks? “I’ve gotta find my man!”
I… s-saw him outside, next to the door, y-yes! Over there!” he needs to run
before you get there, but he’s so flustered… well, that can wait!
I’ve been looking all around for you!” you jump on him, wrapping your arms
around his neck. “I’m sooooo sorry for dragging you here, next time we’ll stay
at home and play LOLOL, pinky promise!” you tangle your pinky at his,
seriously… how can you be so adorable? “Nah, I’m… I’m really having fun, MC!”
two go home by foot and you keep snuggling at his arm the whole way. “Hey, MC?”
“Hmmm?” “Do you… do you like my cheeks?” “Yep, especially on those jeans.”
It takes a while for him to get it, but when
he does… he’s dead! Why would you talk about his butt to a stranger? I mean… it
was him, but you didn’t know, yet it was him… should he get mad? Or
embarrassed? Or…? Or…? ERROR
meets you at the bar you two usually go together.
isn’t that crowded but it is a little noisy, she’ll have to talk loud to get
MC!” she greets. You look around frightened and look back to your drink… weird!
she gets closer and touches your arm softly. “How… how do you know my name?” What?
She looks at you, puzzled. “Anyway, I’m waiting for my girlfriend, don’t waste
your time, lady!”
MC, I’m…” “Stop stalking me, seriously, my girlfriend warned me about your
type!” she’s still confused, but your face looks so funny, you are trying to
look mad, but you can’t frown your eyebrows without blinking… so cute!
by that she gets what’s going on, that
and the three martini glasses next to you…
sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you, I was just curious… where did you buy that
dress?” “My girlfriend got me, it’s her favorite color in the whole wide
worrlllld!” “I see…” she wants to laugh so much.
she must have a good taste!” “Yep, she used to walk around only on a dull suit
because of her asshole former boss! He’s my friend, so I’m allowed to tell him
he’s an asshole… actually, I… I should tell him right now!” you pick your
I don’t think that’s a good idea, miss…” “Shhh, he needs to know he can’t be an
asshole to my cookie! She’s a-ma-ZING!!!
That potato needs to know that!” Cookie? Potato? You’re killing her with your
drunk cuteness, but she can’t let you do something stupid!
“I… I’m sure your girlfriend already knows how
amazing you think she is, you don’t really need to… tell other people!” “Ugh,
that’s right! Why she doesn’t let everybody know how great she is? I shoudn’t
be the only one to see it, y’ know? I’m… I’m a potato just like Jumin Han… I
already told him that twice this week!” Forget that you’ve been drinking twice
this week and calling Jumin to cuss him, what matters now is… YOU’RE POUTING!
Oh my god, so adorable…
can’t keep up with this anymore, she needs you to recognize her right now! So
she walks away and calls you, telling she’s waiting for you outside to come
Baehee is here!” you run to her and give her a sweet peck on the lips, she
grabs your hand and leads you to the cab.
MC, have you been talking to Jumin lately?” “Wh-Who? Me? Noooo, noe, maam’!” you are a
terrible liar when you’re sober, just imagine when you’re drunk. She’ll make
you apologize for being such a potato, but that can wait…
I amm at this gui haus, but he is coooooooooooolll, don’t worry!” he tries to
decode your text. Why are you texting him when you are under the same roof?
are you, MC?” “@ his bathroom, it’s bigr than my house” what kind of joke is
that? You were drinking wine with him a couple of minutes ago and excused
yourself to go to the bathroom…
@ this soap! So funny!” you send him a blurred picture, oh… so that’s how it
feels to get one of these! He gets it now!
goes to the bathroom and knocks at the door. “I’m not opening! My boyfriend
won’t like it!” and then his phone buzzes. “looks I been caught” and you send a
selfie, it’s not blurred and he can see the huge blush on your cheeks, oh…
you’re so drunk right now, aren’t you?
call him, he answers a little reluctantly. “Yes, kitten?” you giggle “Jumin,
this guy called me kitten too, but don’t worry! I told him to back off!”
could you possibly be talking about, MC?” “I don’t remember coming to this
party, so I won’t let the bathroom until you come to pick me up! You… you can
track me by… GP and S, right?” not even him believe he’s really laughing at
this. “Yes, I’ll come to you, my love, just wait!”
knocks at the door. “Are you okay… miss?” “Bro, I already told you! I have a
boyfriend and we gonna marry soon!” “Oh, I see… did he propose to you?” “Not
yet, but I found the ring on his closet!” uh oh… surprise ruined for both of
you. “But I’ll look very surprised, cause I know the proposal is going to be
suuuper special, like on a colorful hot air balloon or something like this…”
opens the bathroom door and almost falls due to the way you jump at him,
wrapping your legs around his waist. “I missed you so much! Is the party over?”
“Yes, it is. Shall we go home so you can rest, my angel? Tomorrow will be a
very busy day…” “Really? Why?” “Just wait and see.”
soon as you doze off, he calls Jaehee telling there will be a change of plans,
he needs to rent a hot air balloon asap!
my God, Saeran! Don’t you have any respect for your brother’s girlfriend?”you
got out for a couple of drinks with your friends and got back swearing the one
standing in front of you is your brother-in-law, not your boyfriend!
it’s me! Look at my glasses!” “No! You two are not pulling this prank on me
again! It didn’t work last time and it won’t work again now!” when you’re
sober, you can tell who is who very easily, even when they change their
outfits. But right now…
Saeran is sleeping right now!” “Well, MC thinks talking in the 3rd
person is ridiculous!” Oh lord…
shouldn’t he be recording this?
come with me, I’ll help you take a shower and put you to bed…” “Saeran! Would
you really do that with your brother? No… no… you’re so nice, and he’s so nice!
He doesn’t deserve this!” you look so shocked and disappointed, he’s feeling
bad for you as if this was true.
loves us both very much, Saeran. We can’t hurt him, NEVER! He deserves only
happiness from now on! Seriously, I… I was going to say yes to moving in
together, but I won’t do it if this is
how you’re gonna act around me!” wait! Are you serious?
so you actually considered it?” “Yes… but I can’t do this if you keep hitting
on me!” okay, joke’s over!
sorry, MC. Saeyoung told me if I acted like this, you would buy it, that idiot!
But it’s impossible to trick you! I’ll… I’ll call him back, okay?” you sigh in
relief, and it’s so cute!
goes to the hallway yelling to Saeyoung to come out, turns around and goes back to you with a big smile, you
smile back and open your arms, waiting for a hug. “Stop doing these silly
pranks, what if one day I really mistake you two?” you ask over his shoulder
I should start being more mature if you’re going to move in with us.” “I
haven’t said ‘yes’ yet, Saeyoung!”
you said yes during the shower you shared the next morning
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (both receiving), Multiple Orgasm, Public Kissing, Unprotected Sex, Morning Sex, Shirtless Dylan at the beach, Dylan on a motorcycle, slight shade coming from me towards my ex
Notes: So, @ninja-stiles an I were talking on day and we were sharing these motorcycle pictures of Dylan and Chris and we’re like “OMG WE SHOULD WRITE ABOUT THIS!” So, I wrote the Dylan side while she did the Chris side. The two fics are linked in plot but different in character and execution. So make sure to give hers a read as well! Also, this is slightly AU. Dylan is not famous here. Let him be a normal guy for a day y’all.
(As a note, her internet was being shitty today so I will post a link here as soon as she gets hers up! But still read hers once it is up because it is so good)
It’s hard to want to date when so many bad things have happened to you. One wrong turn in a relationship, and everything comes crashing down. Once that happens, why would you want to get back out there? You worry that the same thing will happen again, or that you won’t find the great guy you wish will sweep you off your feet the way you always imagine it.
“Chanyeol no I can’t, honestly!” You whined, trying to pull
your arm out of his tight grip, but his grasp was too tight and he continued to
drag you along with him.
“Quit complaining Y/N, this will all be worth it. I promise”.
He dragged you round a corner and you could hear the sound of muted music not
You and Chanyeol had been close friends since he was 14 and you were 12. 10
years and counting. He lived across the street from your house, you’d noticed
him often and saw him in the neighbourhood of course, but you never spoke to
him. It wasn’t until the day that you had realised that you were in the same
school that you began to speak, sometimes he’d speak to you during lunch
breaks, depending on his mood but mostly you’d walk home together or watch a
film at one another’s, it always felt good knowing someone in an older year
group. It had made you feel like the ‘it’ girl and you couldn’t lie about the
fact that you enjoyed the jealousy that other girls elicited, he was cute after
all, but you had only ever really seen him as a brother and that was good
enough for you.
Ever since you had started working as an apprentice at a business firm last
year, Chanyeol was constantly trying to make you spend more time with him since
he didn’t really see you much in the day. He worked too, although he didn’t
have specific shifts, it seemed as though he could be called out whenever.
Chanyeol never really went into depth about his job and so you didn’t really know
what his occupation was over the last 4 years. You assumed his job wasn’t one
he could boast about and so you didn’t want to pry and push him to explain
himself if that wasn’t what he was willing to do.
So here you currently
were, standing outside of a club that you really didn’t have the time for and
just as equally, didn’t have the desire to be at.
“Chanyeol seriously,” you groaned “I have an important meeting with the boss
tomorrow, I have to be on my top form, I don’t have time for this”
“You’ve been saying that to me for the past year Y/N. You
really should make time for your friends you know.” He smacked you lightly on
the wrist as if scolding you and pulled you inside the club.
Music was blaring out loud, lights dancing around the room.
The night was young, yet there were already a number of drunken people on the
dance floor. Great, you thought to yourself rolling your eyes.
“Don’t be such a killjoy Y/N” Chanyeol nudged you in the back
with his elbow. You sighed frowning up at him.
“You know I can’t stand drunken people Chan, and clubs for
that matter.” You looked around the room in disgust, and felt a sense of defeat
as you came to the realisation that Chanyeol would not permit you to leave
anytime soon. He dragged you towards the bar and made you sit on a stool.
“I’m not thirsty” You said dully looking at how his hair that had turned a bright
purple under the fluorescent lights.
“You don’t have to be.” He said, sliding a glass of something
or other across the bar towards you. “Drink up” He clinked his glass against
yours, and downed whatever was in his cup in one breath. You quirked your brow
and shook your head at him.
“Why?” you asked, screwing your face in disgust. He laughed
at your reaction and pulled a face back.
You shook your head again, thinking of the many ways in which you could try to
escape this situation, but nothing came to mind, so unfortunately for you, you
were stuck. You tried to pass time by scrolling through your phone, whilst
Chanyeol bought himself another drink and finished yours for you, when a
familiar looking man walked up to the two of you. You recognised his short dark
hair and big round eyes, he walked up to Chanyeol, the height difference growing
even more apparent the closer he got.
“So you decided to come then?” he stared at Chanyeol, looking seriously
unimpressed. Chanyeol jumped spilling some of the drink in his cup on his
“Ahhh, Shit –Kyungsoo, man what the fu- you scared me asshole.”
“Pay more attention then.” He replied in a less than
bothered tone. “How many times have I told you, it’s D.O. when we’re out here!?”
He paused for a moment, just noticing you were there, he glanced over at you,
his expression unchanging then turned back to Chanyeol. “Why did you bring her
You scoffed. Stupid prick you thought to yourself, you had
bumped into Kyungsoo on more than one occasion and he made it very clear that
he wasn’t your biggest fan. Although he never outwardly did or said anything to
offend you, it was his expressions that pissed you off the most; he just always
looked angry and unimpressed to see you, and then spoke about you to Chanyeol
like you weren’t there. One time you’d even heard him say to Chanyeol that he
should no longer continue to have a friendship with you, who did this prick
think he was. You scoffed again looking down at your phone screen and waiting
impatiently for Chanyeol to defend your honour and to be honest he wasn’t doing
an amazing job at it.
“Come on Kyungsoo –”
“Whatever. Look it’s not a bad night out, we’re alright
tonight. Okay just chill out” he patted him on the back, and took a quick look
at you over his shoulder. You were still scrolling on your screen but were
looking at them in your tunnel vision. Pathetic, one of your oldest friends
couldn’t even stick up for you properly.
“That’s not the point Chanyeol, how many times have I told
you not to mix business with pleasure, this place isn’t a joke. You of all
people should know that. Get her out of here now.” You could just about hear
them over the loud music. What was Kyungsoo talking about, business and
pleasure? Did Chanyeol work here at the club?
“Kyungsoo, I –”
“D.O.! God damn it Chanyeol! And no, just get her out!`” he
hissed taking a quick peek at you over his shoulder then signalling for the
bartender to pour him a drink. Chanyeol took a deep breath and stood up from
his stool walking over to you.
“We should go Y/N” he said poking your leg playfully.
On any other day you would’ve been more than happy for him to request you leave
the club. In fact 10 minutes ago you would’ve been happy at his suggestion. But now not so much, only
because you felt you had to prove a point to Kyungsoo.
“No I’m fine, I’ve just started easing in” You smiled up at
him, and signalled to the bartender for a drink.
“But you have work tomorrow, I wouldn’t want you to get too
tired or drunk or anything” Chanyeol laughed nervously, why was he acting so
strangely and why was he actually following Kyungsoo’s orders.
“Oh?” you hung your head on the side, looking directly into his eyes. “So now
you care about my work? I’m fine Chanyeol I’m staying put and I handle my
drink, you know getting drunk isn’t my thing.”
“You should listen to your friend” Kyungsoo said, lifting his
head to look at you, his expression still blank. “This is no place for a woman
who has work early in the morning. A hangover isn’t the best outfit to wear to
work now, is it?”
Such a condescending bastard. You let a shaky breath through the best fake
smile you could plaster on your face.
“Thanks for your concern, but once again, I can handle myself. Thanks. Kyungsoo”
you added spitefully at the end. He glowered at you momentarily then dragged
his eyes away and back down to his cup. You smiled to yourself and let out a
breath of victory. If your friend wasn’t going to defend you, you’d do it
Just then another man approached you, He was a little bit taller than Kyungsoo
and his black hair was parted down the middle, showing way to his forehead, you
found that you couldn’t tear your eyes from his boxed jaw as he spoke.
“I’ve just got word from upstairs that they’re lurking. Have you got anything
on you?” He looked between both Kyungsoo and Chanyeol. Kyungsoo nodded whilst
Chanyeol shook his head
“Why haven’t you got your –” The guy paused and stared at you for a minute.
Sighing heavily he turned his attention back to Chanyeol. “How many times have
I told you not to bring your whores to the club Chan?”
Whore! Who the fuck was he calling a whore!?
“She’s not a whore” Chanyeol frowned, taking a step closer
to you. The second guy laughed lightly and smiled and Chanyeol.
“So what is she? A ‘lady of the evening’ Chanyeolie, a whore is a whore, stop being so modest” he
smiled smugly and eyed you up and down hungrily, making you feel sick. You were
so ready to punch him in the face.
“She’s not a whore, she’s his friend” Kyungsoo said. His expression
finally changing, into one of disgust, but it changed nonetheless.
“What” The second guy frowned, looking at your face “So you’re not a whore? Then what are you doing here?”
“No Jongdae, she’s not a whore. Stop it” Chanyeol pouted, irritation evident on
Jongdae. Waste of a nice name you thought to yourself.
“Why the fuck are you calling me Jongdae out here? And where
are your arms?” Jongdae flicked Chanyeol in the forehead.
“Because he’s an asshole, he’s been calling me Kyungsoo all night. And also
because, again, he is an asshole” Kyungsoo grunted and threw Chanyeol a look of
Just then the music cut and you heard a loud bang. Followed by a handful of screams.
“Oh my God, what was that?” your eyes were wondering around the room
frantically trying to find where the noise came from. But you couldn’t see much
as there were people running about widely.
“Chanyeol I told you to get your friend out of here, what part of that didn’t
you understand!” Kyungsoo shouted, this time his face was alight with rage, and
he pulled out a gun from his inner blazer pocket.
Oh my God. Your eyes widened and you began to panic, why did he have a gun.
What was going on. Without even having the chance to think, Chanyeol grabbed
your wrist and pulled you off of the stool towards the door, but when you had
reached, a lanky man standing there with what looked like a machete was
blocking the exit. He smiled at you coyly causing Chanyeol to step back, his
grip still tight around your wrist.
“Fuck!” He shouted running with you back to the bar where Jongdae and Kyungsoo
were still standing, but this time armed.
Oh, it had just clicked. Arms.
“Why the fuck is she still here?” Jongdae screamed at Chanyeol “And why the
fuck didn’t you bring your arms?”
“The doors blocked. And we were supposed to be good tonight! This isn’t my fault”
“Have you ever heard of an ambush Chanyeol? God damn it!” Jongdae ran a hand
through his hair in anger.
“Stop arguing you two” Kyungsoo grumbled handing Chanyeol a glass bottle.
Chanyeol knocked it against the counter of the bar, smashing the end, he was
left behind with a jagged weapon.
“Chan- Chanyeol, what are you doing, what’s happening?” You
whimpered, tears forming in the back of your eyes. You were so scared and you
needed some air otherwise you were sure you’d pass out.
“Don’t ask him stupid questions right now whore. Can’t you see we’re busy?”
Jongdae hissed at you, slipping a gun out of his back pocket and disappearing
to the end of the dance floor.
“She’s seen too much” Kyungsoo shook his head at you, you
were sure you’d never seen anyone so angry in your life and you were
dangerously close to bursting out crying.
“Just get her out of here, through the back Chanyeol, we’ll discuss this later.
Suho is not going to be happy!”
Chanyeol grabbed your wrist again pulling you towards the back of club, near
the DJ kit.
“Chanyeol, what’s going on?” You cried, unable to hold back
your tears any longer, you were terrified and your heart was beating wildly
against your chest.
“Don’t ask me questions right now Y/N” he shouted, he sounded so hostile; he
had never sounded like this before. You were wondering whether or not it was
actually Chanyeol you heard, because it was impossible for such a friendly
giant to be this type of way. You had just approached the corner, about to make
it out through the emergency exit when all of a sudden a man with a knife had
jumped out of the shadows towards you. Chanyeol let go of your hand, pushing
you to the ground. You landed hard on your back, closing your eyes wincing at
the pain. When you opened your eyes again you saw Chanyeol pushing the broken
bottle into the man’s neck and ripping it out again, he pushed him down on the
floor beside you and stomped on his windpipe with the heel of his foot.
You let out a blood curdling scream. “Oh my God Chanyeol. You –Oh my God” You
were hyperventilating shock was starting to kick in and you couldn’t breathe.
“It was either you or him, which did you prefer?!” He shouted “Now get up and let’s
get out!” but you were paralysed in your spot, unable to move. Sighing he picked
you up and threw you over his shoulders, running outside through the emergency
You had been outside for a minute now, regaining your
breath. Chanyeol had positioned you between the wall and his body so you could
stay upright. Just as you were finally beginning to calm down. A car screeched
to a halt beside you. It was blacked out and you couldn’t see who was in there at
all. The window was wound down and a gun thrown out. Chanyeol caught it with
his right hand and pushed you towards the car.
“Get in” he said gruffly.
“What?” You breathed, barely a whisper.
“I said get in the fucking car Y/N and be quick about it!” He held the gun up
to your head. Not making him repeat himself a second time you walked towards
the back door, when it swung open from the inside.
Summary: Jung Hoseok is just trying to pass his philosophy class, yet ends up with so much more. Pairing: Hoseok | Reader Genre: Fluff/Angst; College/Fake Dating AU Word Count: 16,339
It’s not abnormal to wake up in a space that is not his own, considering his life and what he did just to feel any sort of rush of pleasure, awakening in an apartment and atop a bed with a touch too many scents that only makes the hangover pierce even deeper at his skull. He arises, a groan barely leaving his lips as he sits up, rubbing at his head and looking down to see that he wears nothing under the sheets. Again, all part of the typical one-night-stand escapades he participated in.
However, what is not typical is the way the bed feels cold, empty without the presence of the other figure sleeping opposite of him—someone he almost would not have missed had he had woken up in his own room, someone he might have forgotten had it not been for the vague memory of a girl underneath him, a name he might have been gritting between his teeth in the haze of his lust. Kathy, was it? Or Kat? No, the longer Jung Hoseok sits there, the more confident he grows in the fact that the name certainly had been Karly.
The physical appearance of the girl remains blank on him, no matter how desperately he tries to rack his consciousness, tries to remember the scene of the party and what she did to catch his attention. There must have been something, something hidden within the corners of his mind, perhaps a glance or a smile or a dance move or a joke. Either way, the answer refuses to present itself to Hoseok at the present moment, which is fine because aforementioned Karly is absent to spare him from that awkward situation.
Still, he remains motionless for a few more seconds, counting down to see if the girl—Karly—is perhaps just in the bathroom or making breakfast, doing anything within the apartment that could make an escape on Hoseok’s part awkward. Yet he doesn’t hear anything, fails to make out those telltale signs that leaving would be a bad move. So he straightens up, feet falling upon the carpet with a gentle sigh, and manages to find his clothing littered across the room. Hoseok makes quick work on dressing himself, pulling on his shirt, tugging on his jeans, slowly making his way to the bedroom door and down the hallway. The apartment is quiet, and he is momentarily stunned that this Karly girl would just leave him alone in her home, that she would be so trusting of someone she did not know personally.
That is, until he walks into the kitchen and finds that he is most certainly not alone in the apartment, that there is a certain someone sitting at the kitchen counter—a certain beautiful someone.
Y/N: Late night angst strikes again! I thought about this song and story all day at work. I’m still working on my multiple series, but needed a little change of pace. I’ve also been missing Steve lately. I was reminded of Chris Evans’ advice about his noisy brain so I included that. This got a lot darker than I anticipated. I have no idea how it’ll be received, so let me know your thoughts. I adore you all!! <3
Wincing at the unusually loud noise, you exited the elevator and tiptoed barefoot down the hallway toward your room. Rounding the corner, you placed a hand to the side of your head, hoping the incessant pounding would subside soon. You snuck forward quietly, high heels dangled from your other hand with a clutch purse wedged under your arm. At least you remembered to grab your purse this time.
“Have a nice time last night?”
You cringed. Only ten feet away from your room, you heard the one voice you hoped not the hear coming from the one man you were avoiding. Straightening up from your sneaking position, you slowly turned toward the voice.
Warnings: Aftermath of mission (slight not much
description), drinking, language because I’m me, SMUT, Male and female oral receiving,
loss of virginity, sexual intercourse, vaginal penetration
Word Count: 6284 (Sorry I know its over 5000, but its worth it I promise. Please don’t hate me I got carried away because its been forever since I wrote my Stevie :(
A/N: This was written for Kate’s Cards Against Humanity
Writing Challenge @emilyevanston. My prompt was “How did I lose my virginity?” Still new at writing smut so I
apologize if it sucks. Also first time writing loss of virginity so please be
gentle. Been awhile since I wrote Marvel so I’m glad to be back. Sorry this is
late I’m a horrible person whose job keeps her hella busy and hella tired. No
beta and feedback always wanted and appreciated.
In honor of what Jay-Z did yesterday and what Beyoncé
did last year (when they dropped 4:44 and Lemonade), I’m dropping this shit without warning. Enjoy! This has been sitting in my WIPs for months and I finally decided to finish and post it before I go on my trip to Puerto Rico. Love y’all, and if you like it, lemme know! (Also, thanks for beta reading as usual, love ya @adothoe)
Word Count: 4,626
Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader
Warnings: Smutttttt, a lap dance, cursing, banter, and cute flufffff
Summary: Reader and Daveed are best friends who are secretly pining for each other blah blah blah, they’re at one of Rafa’s parties one day and make a bet over a game of Flip Cup. Loser has to give the winner a lap dance.
Parties at Rafa’s place were always the best; the drinks were great, the music was amazing, the atmosphere was never dull, but the best part about them were the incredible people that made up each one; you were never bored. There was always something to do whether you were talking to people, dancing, playing drinking games, or just drinking in general. And that’s why whenever you were told that there was going to be a party at Rafael Casal’s apartment, you never turned it down…even if you ended up showing up late.
“Well, look at who finally decided to show up.” You heard a familiar voice say as you walked through the door to Rafa’s place. Daveed grinned widely at you before he slid an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him as you walked deeper into the apartment. “My favorite!”
“I’ll make it quick—” you breathed out as you broke the kiss, supporting your weight on Sehun’s shoulders, “Unconventional sex, no feelings, no obligations. Are you in or not?” you shoot the question quickly, gazing into his lecherously dark eyes.
“Babe, you could put all sorts of conditions. Right now I need you to take off your clothes and that quickly,” he spoke in between his panting, running his hands up your back, over to your neck to pull you down for another kiss.