because i'm just now realizing how much i like these pictures

Katara: It’s not magic. It’s waterbending, and it’s-
Sokka: Yeah, yeah, an ancient art unique to our culture, blah blah blah. Look, I’m just saying that if I had weird powers, I’d keep my weirdness to myself. 

So I wanted to talk a little about Katara, because I think we often focus on her grief for her mother, and forget her relationship to her culture, and her experience of the Southern Water Tribe genocide (unlike the Air Nomads genocide, which was for the greater part over after four big terrifyingly effective simultaneous strikes, this one took place over a long length of time - more than 40 years? 50? - and it wasn’t total, but it definitely was one. genocide = the deliberate and systematic extermination of a national, racial, political, or cultural group, fwiw)

(Kanna’s village - before and after)

All of the Southern water benders were exterminated or taken away to rot in prison (where they all died eventually except for Hama). Katara was born the only bender left in the whole South Pole. Then when she was eight years old, she survived a raid that was meant to kill her, but took her mother instead (she probably was too young to realize that, to her it must have been a question mark up until she met Yon Rha - gratuitous cruelty? Why her mother in particular? They took nothing else!).

So Katara from a young age had a double burden to bear: that of her mother, and the legacy of her bending (and she was shown as painfully aware of her situation and what it meant on both front). But here’s the thing: Katara could be a mother, she was naturally good at it, and her grandmother could teach her what she didn’t already knew. Her family and tribe demanded that of her, they needed her to be that for them (especially after her father and the rest of the men basically abandoned them). However, there was no one left to teach her how to waterbend - she had almost no hope of ever becoming a master without formal training, her brother thought it was silly and weird and let her know, her grandmother thought it was a waste of time. But she kept practicing, because she knew how important it was, to her and to her tribe, that she kept trying (as the only one left who could).

(…an ancient art unique to our culture, blah blah blah…)

(Of course she would obsess over that waterbending scroll)

When she gets to the North Pole, she meets Pakku, and with him the opportunity of finally becoming a true master. But because she is a girl, he judges her unworthy. He judges her, the only remaining southern waterbender, unworthy of carrying on their culture. The Fire Nation didn’t care about the gender of their prisoners, men and women - they all fought side by side for their freedom in the South, and they were all taken away to the last one, and killed to the last one. In the South, the women had the choice to learn how to fight, or be defenseless. And privileged master Pakku couldn’t possible realize the extend of what he was denying her in that moment.

Katara had to prove herself, she had to earn her right to these teachings. And if she had been less good or less stubborn or not Kanna’s granddaughter - well the North would have refused their sister-tribe the power to use their common cultural heritage to fight back against the nation that destroyed them.

(It’s sexist and terrible.)

Meh, thankfully, she was that good, stubborn, and Kanna’s granddaughter, and she did get to become a master.

Good.

But, of course, her story doesn’t end here, and wrt her culture, the next chapter is a much more traumatizing experience. In the Fire Nation, she meets another master. This time it’s an old woman from the South like her (“You’re a waterbender! I’ve never met another waterbender from our tribe!”), and she is, ah, more than willing to help her.

Look how happy Katara looks at the idea to learn from her in particular:

Katara: I can’t tell you what it means to meet you. It’s an honor! You’re a hero.
Hama: I never thought I’d meet another southern waterbender. I‘d like to teach you what I know so that you can carry on the southern tradition when I’m gone.
Katara: Yes! Yes, of course! To learn about my heritage… it would mean everything to me.

But when Hama starts her lesson, the techniques she teaches have been obviously developed with one goal in mind: survival in enemy territory. They can’t possibly have been invented in the South Pole, where water is abundant everywhere. They are deadly and cruel, and the damage they do to the environment leaves Katara sad and uncomfortable, but Hama waves that off as unimportant. It doesn’t matter, she doesn’t have the time to worry about flowers or beauty or nature. To her that peace and beauty is probably just an illusion anyway, a lie: years after her escape she is still living the war, and war is ugly and rotten and messy (her world is ugly and rotten and messy - this is her comfort zone).

The last technique she teaches Katara is bloodbending. She forces Katara to learn something she finds disgusting, repulsive (just like Hama was forced to learn?) by torturing her (Hama was tortured), by overpowering her, invading her, making her lose control over her own body, bending her blood (Hama herself is clinging to the last remain of control she managed to get back after rotting in prison for years), and finally by threatening to have the two people she cares most about in the world kill each other right under her eyes (Hama lost everyone too, she had to say goodbye).

(Katara: But, to reach inside someone and control them? I don’t know if I want that kind of power.
Hama: The choice is not yours. The power exists…and it’s your duty to use the gifts you’ve been given to win this war. Katara, they tried to wipe us out, our entire culture… your mother!
Katara: I know.
Hama: Then you should understand what I’m talking about. We’re the last Waterbenders of the Southern Tribe. We have to fight these people whenever we can. Wherever they are, with any means necessary!
Katara: It’s you. You’re the one who’s making people disappear during the full moons.
Hama: They threw me in prison to rot, along with my brothers and sisters. They deserve the same. You must carry on my work.)

And this, this, is the only truly southern waterbending Katara is ever going to learn. This is her tribe’s bending heritage, what’s left of it: blood, grief, suffering, hatred, loss of control over both your body and mind (because it’s terrible, but I think that’s what’s implied by the show: bloodbending makes you lose your mind. Hama’s only mean of regaining physical freedom ended up trapping her in another nightmare). Hama gifts her with a power she despises (but will use anyway in her darkest hour when she loses control) and a philosophy of violence and revenge.

Katara chose peace and forgiveness. As an adult, she will have bloodbending outlawed, she will become the greatest healer in the world, and she’ll teach her daughter, the next avatar, probably many others. These choices matter, and we should talk about them with that background in mind. Katara redefined her heritage - or rather she created a new one for herself: she refused the condition that was forced upon her (bloodbender) and ensured nobody could legally do to someone else what Hama did to her (and it’s implied this law is valid anywhere in the world). She transmitted Pakku’s warrior teachings, the ones she fought for, to the next generations (and did a great job of it!), but she also taught them how to heal, refusing to separate the arts as in Northern Water Tribe tradition - and healing was something she discovered by herself, that she felt was always a part of her. At that, she became the universally acknowledged best. Her legacy, despite everything that happened to her, will never be one of violence.

tl;dr: Katara is one of the strongest fictional characters ever created bye

more texts for you bitches

ANGSTY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] You should have told me you wanted me out of your life.
[text] I should have never let you back into my life.
[text] Okay [muse’s name] what’s the deal, pretty sure this is you…listen if you want me to leave you alone, please just tell that.
[text] Please don’t walk away.
[text] Please don’t do this.
[text] When are you going to realize I want nothing to do with you?
[text] You want nothing to do with me, I get it.
[text] I’m an idiot. You fooled me again.
[text] When I think things are about to change … I’m always proven wrong.
[text] I just want you to be happy. And you’ll be happier without me.
[text] I just hate that someone could make me trust [him/her/them] the way that I did
[text] The truth is I’m not over you.
[text] The truth is I never really wanted to be with you.
[text] I’m seeing someone else.
[text] How the hell did you get my number, stalker?
[text] You’re so selfish.
[text] I just saw you leave with [her/him/them].
[text] FUCK YOU AND YOUR DUMB CUTE FACE

LOVING TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Did I tell you today that you’re the most adorable? Cause, yeah.
[text] Be careful.
[text] I’m only saying it because I love you.
[text] I’m only saying it because I care about you.
[text] Okay, I’m bringing coffee.
[text] I’m thinking dinner and a movie later this week?
[text] Let me take you out, please?
[text] Let me make you dinner tonight.
[text] I want you to be happy.
[text] You’re always safe with me.
[text] I can’t stop thinking about you.
[text] I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you.
[text] I know you may not feel like you are, but you are loved. And important. Please don’t forget that.
[text] It was so good seeing you.
[text] You don’t need this shit.
[text] I’ll be there in five minutes.
[text] Let me help, please?
[text] You’re important to me.
[text] Stop falling asleep in the bathtub. You’re going to drown and die and leave me and I’m not having that.
[text] I would gladly watch Netflix and eat Thai with you any day.
[text] I’d give up my phone charger AND the last piece of gum for you. That’s love.
[text] Hey beautiful no judgment but why is there a bucket of KFC chicken in the bathtub??

ANGRY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] If you don’t want me to bust your window, I suggest you answer the phone. Now.
[text] To quote Mean Girls, you’re a fugly slut.
[text] Are you SERIOUSLY bringing that up right now!?
[text] Lose my number, asshole.
[text] You’re so predictable and obnoxious. And it’s not only me who thinks so.
[text] …The least you could do is answer, wtf.
[text] You’re a piece of shit human being and an even worse friend.
[text] This is YOUR FAULT. And you can’t even pretend like it isn’t, because you know it is.
[text] Why couldn’t you just stay out of it?
[text] Holy fucking shit, take a hint, asshole.
[text] Go fuck yourself.
[text] What the fucking hell is wrong with you?
[text] You can take your stuff back as long as I don’t light it on fire first.
[text] I have cramps and a migraine so you do NOT want to mess with me right now
[text] Bye and have a very fuck you day

SEXY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Just let me suck your dick and be happy. Let me have this.
[text] Why are you so hot…like honestly, it’s not fair.
[text] Yeah, you looked good in your [dress/shirt/pants] last night but really, they looked way better on my floor.
[text] Come over. With condoms.
[text] You should come over, clothing optional.
[text] I feel like a nasty slut and I LOVE IT
[text] Sorry I got drunk and texted you about my sex life
[text] Sex on a rooftop - trashy or adventurous?
[text] If you’re not at my apartment, shirtless, in five minutes, I will be personally offended.
[text] I don’t think he likes that I’m always sending him pictures of me in my bra but he needs to get it together
[text] It’ll be like The Notebook, except with way more of my penis.
[text] I didn’t know that all of his brothers would be hot and musically inclined, too. That’s a dick move on behalf of biology.
[text] I DON’T WANT YOUR DICK. I WANT BRUNCH.
[text] So is it your turn now to pretend like dating someone else would stop us from fucking?
[text] I just need some of your time and all of your body.
[text] I am available for nakedness
[text] I think about [him/her/them] when I masturbate so I guess you could call it love

DRUNK TEXTS, BITCH

[drunk text] So wat are you really over me no w
[drunk text] AND I UNFOLLOWED YOU ON INSTAGRAM TOO, BITCH
[drunk text] You are my queen and my savior and I love you forever
[drunk text] You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known
[drunk text] I’m eating macaroni and cheese on a slice of pizza and autocorrect just wrote that text for me pretty much, what’s your night like
[drunk text] Listen up slut, you’re one hot piece of ass and if [he/she/they] doesn’t realize it, it’s their loss
[drunk text] but what’s the point of a Disney sing off party if you’re not here. You have to be be the Pumbaa to my Timon
[drunk text] Can you pls remind me tomorrow of how much of a fool I made myself tonight
[drunk text] FUCK YOU YOU’RE GORGEOUS
[drunk text] I think maybe you and me should like go out and eat pizza or something check yes or no
[drunk text] Please don’t hate me I’m too tired and too dizzy to be hated
[drunk text] I hate (him/her) but less when I’m drinking. Thanks, alcohol.
[drunk text] Omf g you need to get over here now I think I’m dyin
[drunk text] SWEEEEEEEET CAROLINE

Izuku the "entertainer"

So, after re-reading some of my favorite scenes over and over again, I noticed today how often Izuku really surprises, amazes or shocks Toshinori. Honestly, Toshinori may be a dork, but he has got himself and his expression under control quite properly most times. But when it comes to Izuku? Then he gets flabbergasted time and time again. Something about Izuku just manages to surprises him even after all this time… there really is a reason why Toshinori calls Izuku an entertainer repeatedly!

Look at this:

How they met, and All Might completely loses it at Izuku’s “enthusiasm”:

Hearing that Izuku is not that different from the boy he once was himself:

Izuku rushing into danger to save Kacchan:

Smiling like his idol would, making him remember what being a hero means:

Izuku overworking himself to reach his idol:

 … and doing more than even All Might anticipated:

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I binge read all of these haha, but could you do RFA+V+Saeran react to MC having a stuffed animal they are overly attached to? I'm obsessed with this fluffy cow I have.. It's embarrassing but I feel like it would be a cute lil thing to write.


Haha, so cute! Don’t we all have one of those:) Hope you like these scenarios!


Zen:

  • You offer to drive him to work one day
  • While you’re grabbing one last thing out of the house, you tell him to get in the car
  • He notices a stuffed penguin on your dashboard
  • It looks familiar and finally he realizes its the one he gave you when you first started dating
  • “You’ve been keeping it in the car the whole time? I had completely forgotten about it.”
  • “It’s so cute, and it means so much to me. So of course.”
  • He’s flattered and flustered at the same time
  • He keeps playing with it while you’re driving
  • Honestly, a danger to the road because you keep getting distracted cuz he was so cute
  • He asks you what you named it and you suddenly grow quiet
  • When he keeps prodding you, you break down
  • “Pengzen….”
  • He thinks it’s the cutest thing

Yoosung: 

  • You were sick, so he wanted to pop by and see how you were doing
  • He wanted to surprise you, so you didn’t expect him to show up at your doorstep
  • But he was the surprised one when you were clutching a stuffed puppy
  • You got super embarrassed and threw it into your room
  • “No, no! MC, I think it’s cute!”
  • When you finally recovered and brought it out again, he saw how beaten up it was
  • You explained it was from your childhood and now he’s just dying inside
  • He loves seeing you interact with stuffed animals so much
  • While he runs out for your medicine, he gets you both matching stuffed bunnies
  • “You can think of me whenever you see it, and I’ll do the same for you!”
  • You cherish just as much as your childhood stuffed animal

Jaehee:

  • Months ago, she saw you had grown a new obsession with peacock feathers
  • Your stationery, notepads, and even mousepad had peacock feathers
  • To tease you, she boughts you a peacock stuffed animal
  • Months later, she came into your room and you had the peacock propped on your shoulder
  • You explained that you were pretty much obsessed with it
  • Mostly because she bought it for you and you thought it was sweet
  • She’s hit with the feels
  • Sometimes she’ll snap pictures of you with it

Jumin:

  • You usually went to his penthouse to visit him
  • But today, he really wanted to surprise you at your place
  • So he stopped by out of the blue after a meeting nearby
  • You invited him in, although the apartment still had some things scattered about
  • One of those things was your favorite stuffed lion on the couch
  • He picked it up and asked you why you had a toy
  • You chuckled and explain that it was from middle school
  • “But….why?”
  • “Memories….but mostly for comfort.”
  • “I don’t understand.”
  • You just laugh it off and go get some drinks from the kitchen
  • When you return, he’s sitting on the couch and clutching it to his chest
  • He tries to say he’s testing this whole comfort theory
  • But he doesn’t let it go for his whole visit


Seven:

  • You had recently brought some boxes from back home
  • You called Seven to help you carry them into the apartment
  • After bringing the last box, he sees a stuffed tiger at the top
  • You saw it and took it from him, squeezing it tightly in a hug
  • He’s just grinning at you and saying how cute you are it is
  • “Isn’t it? My friend got it for me during the worst finals week of my life. He was sweet to notice my suffering?”
  • “He?!”
  • You thought you caught him staring at the stuffed animal oddly, but you shrugged and moved on
  • A few days later, Seven gifted you with a small tiger robot
  • He also brought a bag of different stuffed animals and told you to pick one
  • What was he planning to do with the others though???

Saeran:

  • He was having a really rough day
  • He didn’t even want to move off of the couch
  • In an attempt to comfort him, you bring out your favorite stuffed dolphin and hand it to him
  • You explain that hugging it calms you down
  • As he holds it close to him, he starts opening up
  • He admits that it is comforting and that he used to want one when he was a child
  • But he was never allowed to have any toys
  • You feel so bad, you go out and buy him a stuffed turtle
  • You hand it to him, “This is to help you get out of your shell!”
  • He’s so touched...even if he doesn’t show it

V:

  • He had bought you this stuffed Koala as part of a Valentine’s day gift
  • Now every time you sent him pictures on Clapchat, you featured the Koala
  • He always got a kick out of it because you got creative with your photos
  • You would always dress it up in something from your house
  • One time you put sunglasses on it
  • Another time you put your scarves on it
  • You were so obsessed with it
  • He found it really cute and really sweet
  • It became a little inside joke between you two

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Dear Fellow Otayuri Shippers:

It’s been exactly a month since episode 10 of Yuri!!! on Ice aired and our darling prince Otabek Altin was introduced to the anime, which gave birth to the Otayuri ship. I am so, so proud that in this one month, we have collectively built an Otayuri empire with hundreds and hundreds of fic, artwork and just content in general! Thank you all so much for being in this fandom with me and making it absolutely magical!

To commemorate our one month anniversary, I decided to break down and record just exactly how much screen time Otayuri got in the anime…

Episode 10:

5:11-5:19 (8 seconds) - Otabek notices Yuri standing in the corner after turning down JJ’s offer to have dinner together. Yuri aggressively reacts by calling Otabek an asshole and asks him what he’s looking at. Otabek just turns around and walks away. Yuri looks after him with a look of bewilderment.

9:39-10:15 (34 seconds) - Yuri is hiding in an alleyway from his fans. Otabek appears and tells Yuri to get on the motorcycle while Yuri looks freaked out. Yuri realizes who Otabek is and Yuri’s fans find him in the alleyway. Otabek asks Yuri if he’s coming or not. Yuri stares at Otabek. He then gets on the motorcycle and Otabek drives away while Yuri’s fans take pictures. Yuri looks up at the sky, probably wondering about Otabek and his intentions. The news that the hero of Kazakhstan “kidnapped” the Russian Fairy goes viral.

10:15-11:41 (1 minute 26 seconds) - Otabek and Yuri walk up the stairs to the top of a beautiful structure. Otabek tells Yuri about their shared past and his own past. He tells Yuri that he thinks that Yuri has “the eyes of a soldier.” Yuri shares some of his own past in return. Yuri asks Otabek why he came and approached him. Otabek tells Yuri that he just thought that they were alike. He then asks Yuri if he’s going to become friends with him or not. Yuri looks shocked. However, Otabek and Yuri eventually clasp and shake hands, while being bathed in the Barcelona sunset.

15:01-15:03 (2 seconds) - Mari and Minako-sensei spot Otabek and Yuri having tea together, and they watch through the shop window as Yuri speaks enthusiastically to Otabek and Otabek listens fondly with a small smile on his face.

15:13-15:14 (1 second) - Otabek and Yuri are shown sitting next to one another during the group gathering.

15:19-15:22 (3 seconds) - Yuri turns to Otabek and asks with a look of disgust why they all had to get together.

17:58-18:02 (4 seconds) - Otabek and Yuri walk away from JJ side by side.

Episode 11:

14:53-14:55 (2 seconds) - Yuri yells “davai!” at Otabek and Otabek responds with a thumbs up.

15:45-16:02 (17 seconds) - Otabek reminisces about his time training at Yakov’s summer camp in St. Petersburg and his impression of young Yuri.

15:45-15:47 (2 seconds) - When Sara mentions how Otabek is different now, the shot pans to Yuri and zooms in on his face.

16:16-16:19 (3 seconds) - Yuri looks shocked and then impressed by Otabek’s triple axel, his lips curling up into a smirk.

16:26-16:28 (2 seconds) - After watching Otabek complete his quad toe loop flawlessly, Yuri smirks and says “heh…?”

17:38-17:39 (1 second) - Yuri utters a happy little “yeah” after seeing Otabek’s score.

Episode 12:

17:10-17:13 (3 seconds) - Otabek shouts “davai!” to Yuri, and Yuri responds with a thumbs up.

19:49-19:50 (1 second) - Otabek claps while watching Yuri’s free skate, a small smile on his face.

Total: 2 minutes 48 seconds

Y’all. WE BUILT A FUCKING EMPIRE OFF OF 2 MINUTES 48 SECONDS OF SCREENTIME??? THAT’S LITERALLY SO AMAZING HOLY SHIT??? I AM SO FUCKING PROUD OF US!!! LET’S KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK!!! <3

Idk why do I do this to myself but I couldnt help it Im so sorry

I can totally see Yuri dreading the time Victor and Yuuri decide to have their first child, because knowing the two assholes, they’ll put him first on the list to babysit. Also, Yuri fucking hates children.

He just doesn’t get the fuss about babies everyone is all about, even his own boyfriend seems to love babies. They’d often talk about it, because yeah, they both want to have a family of their own eventually. Its just that Yuri always pictured their family being him, Otabek and a bunch of cats.

“Its stupid, Beka! Babies are stupid and this argument is stupid! Just the thought of a loud, stinky, gross mess of a human bothering me every waking moment makes me want to barf. The smell of milk all around our apartment? Fucking disgusting! And not only that. Are you really going to tell me you’d rather have endless sleepless nights trying to console a crying piece of shit instead of awesome nights of awesome sex? No thank you.”

And Otabek would just look at him and shake his head, smiling fondly. Because he knows Yuri’s childhood wasn’t easy, and maybe he just wants a few more years to be young and careless. Otabek gets it, and he can wait to have this conversation later, perhaps he’ll change his mind.

When Victor and Katsudon announce that they’re adopting a baby, Yuri’s reaction is slightly disappointing. He just rolls his eyes and stomps out of the room yelling back to them “Congrats on the worst decision you’ve ever made, you fuckers!”. Otabek thought that Yuri would’ve given into the concept of babies a little by now, but clearly that wasn’t the case.

Time goes by and Beka slowly gives up on the idea of having children with Yuri. Maybe its true, people don’t change.

But then the Victuuri baby arrives and everybody is thrilled. Otabek drags Yuri to see it because “even if you hate to admit it, they’re your family”. He tries to avoid any kind of contact during most of his time there, deciding to go for a beer downstairs while everyone else is gushing over the baby. Eventually he gets bored and goes to find Beka so they can finally go home.

But he wasn’t expecting to find Otabek with the baby in his arms, the light hitting the room just right, leaving everything looking rather ethereal. Yuri feels a familiar tug in his chest, just like when he realized for the first time that he was balls deep crazy in love with his boyfriend.

“Beka,” he hissed with his hands balled into fists, “what the fuck?”

Otabek turns to him with a questioning look on his face, and its just then that Yuri notices the blush on the other boy’s cheeks, very similar to the one he feels crippling up his own face.

“How dare you look like this? With a baby?!” Yuri says as he takes a step forward. When he’s close enough, he mindlessly runs a finger across the baby’s forehead, then looks up to find Otabek smiling softly, and maybe wants to die.

Also, he suddenly remembers they’re not alone, and sees Victor and Yuuri staring at them, looking as mushy as always. But surprisingly, he finds himself not being bothered by it for the first time ever. Actually, makes him feel kinda warm.

So yeah, maybe babies are not such a bad idea after all.

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My way to say thank you for your art, sorry this is so shit.

anonymous asked:

I'm sure this will be answered in canon at some point, but for now, do you have any thoughts on Haggar's deal?

I mean, that’s a pretty general topic here.

I think the main mysteries behind Haggar right now are:

  • What caused her to break with Altea the way she did?
  • Who was she before that?
  • What is she to Zarkon?
  • Why is she so abnormally, terrifyingly powerful- and is that a common thread between her and Allura?
  • What happened to her face marks- were they always like that? They’re a completely different color and shape from the rest of the Alteans, which is peculiar considering the fact that both Coran and Allura have their marks as infants would tell us it’s biological.

At this point, I have some theories, but one of the main ones is: I think that Haggar at some point saved Zarkon’s life.

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ok so I promised viktuuri baby headcanons and I’m here to deliver

this is pretty much a thread on twitter, but I’ll consolidate it here for convenience:

  • I hope Viktor and Yuuri become really embarrassing co-coach dads to their adopted daughter one day.
  • They’d probably name her Lyuba, because she’s the embodiment of their life and LOVE. Plus Lyuba Katsuki sounds really cute.
  • Viktor is a fan of L words after all, so I’m like 99.9% sure he’d give his kid a name beginning with L.
  • Nicknames: Lyubochka, Lyubov (thanks @3ubra).
  • I feel like she’d somehow have Viktor’s exact personality and heart-shaped smile despite being completely adopted.
  • Physically, she looks like Yuuri’s mom (which is part of the reason why they adopted her).
  • ((but her hair ends up wavy as she gets older, she has multiple beauty marks scattered on her face, and a tooth gap. She’s an absolute charmer))
  • Anyway she’s a horrible, spoiled heathen that makes Yuuri go prematurely gray because he is definitely the overprotective hover dad.
  • Meanwhile, Viktor is the free spirit papa that interprets her brattiness and tantrums as “self expression” and spoils her ten ways to Sunday.
  • ((they both spoil her though, let’s be real. Yuuri just tries to be subtle about it))
  • (((he isn’t)))
  • Obviously when she’s a kid, she clings to Viktor and favors him while saying awful things like “I don’t like daddy, he’s sooo boring.”
  • Yuuri’s heart breaks a lot but Viktor is there to pick up the pieces and Lyuba has him wrapped around her finger so he doesn’t mind being walked all over… :,)
  • ((tbh the only reason she’s so callous is because kids are kinda cruel until they learn other people have feelings too))
  • Because she’s a lot like Viktor, she also picks up on Yuuri’s moods really easily (which is why she’s so good at manipulating him into getting what she wants)
  • But my point is, when Yuuri has bad days and Viktor isn’t there and even Makkachin can’t help, Lyuba kinda just crawls into his lap and cheers him up…
  • She’ll push a picture she drew of their whole family into Yuuri’s face or yank at his face and ears until Yuuri gets out of his head and looks at her, and she just grins this huge ol’ smile that reminds Yuuri of Viktor so bad his heart melts and he can’t help but return it…
  • Then when Lyuba knows Yuuri is giving her his undivided attention, she babbles stories to take his mind off the bad thoughts……. :,,,,)
  • Later when Viktor comes home, he finds Yuuri asleep on the couch with Lyuba sprawled on his chest and Makkachin curled over Yuuri’s feet.
  • (Also Lyuba definitely has a Swar*vski crystal tiara tangled in her hair because you know she would)
  • This is Viktor’s phone lock screen if this wasn’t already obvious.
  • Lyuba goes on to skate and be a world champion and makes her dads proud, both as coaches and as parents
  • (Yuri is probably her ballet instructor)
  • Speaking of Yuri, he babysits occasionally when he’s not busy and is a terrible terrible influence, teaches her how to prank her fathers and push the other kids into the sand lol.
  • Yuri is the favorite uncle. Yuuri thinks it’s cute up until he realizes how bad of an influence Yuri is.
  • Viktor is like “but Yuuri they’re getting along so well!” And Yuuri is like “This is not the kind of getting along I wanted!!”
  • Yuuri has a three page list in small font of recommended activities for them to do while he and Viktor go out. Yuri chucks it in the trash.
  • Mila babysits too, and she’s the only one Yuuri knows he can actually trust with his child (hell if he could raise Lyuba with Mila, he would).
  • Georgi tried to babysit once, but Lyuba bullied him about his hair so much, the he cancelled early an went home crying.
  • Yakov and Lilia are the only two “babysitters” that are stern with her, and Lyuba actually behaves herself around them.
  • Yakov is also convinced that Lyuba is Viktor’s secret love child because she is far too much like him to be just adopted.
  • He tells all his conspiracy theories to Lilia, who finds holes in all of them.
  • Yuuri’s parents adore her to pieces: they insist they bring her to Japan for the coming of age ceremonies, and dress her up for every holiday.
  • Mari looks after her if everyone else is busy, and Lyuba really likes her aunt Mari’s piercings.
  • Minako wants to immediately raise her into the next skating prodigy, which Yuuri protests.
  • Chris and Phichit mail her extravagant gifts all the time.
  • In general, Lyuba grows up pretty well known in the entire worldwide skating community as the child of two of the greatest male figure skaters in history.
  • Of course when she’s older, Lyuba’s affection is a lot more even, she loves both her fathers equally and if she approaches one individually, it’s just because he handles the problem better than the other one would.
  • She’s actually really embarrassed by how bratty she was as a kid. Yuuri and/or Viktor often recount stories while she screeches at them to stop.
  • Even Yuri tries to embarrass her sometimes. “You may be a world gold medal champion, but I changed your diapers.”
  •  Yuri, tossing back a flask: “I let you vomit on me so your dads could go on a date and get some action at a hotel, as if they were still in their honeymoon period.”
  • Lyuba, covering her face: “Oh my god please stop.”
  • She apologizes to Yuuri for being such a jerk as a kid and Yuuri is like, “I married your papa, I signed up for this.”
  • MEANWHILE, VIKTOR,
  • Viktor: oh Lyubochka don’t worry, your daddy likes being bullied and bossed around ;)
  • Lyuba: I want to die immediately
  • Yuuri: *already ascending*
  • He’d be the horrible parent that drops hints about his sex like with his husband now that their kid is an adult 
  • Though let’s be real; why wait until she’s an adult? Viktor is shameless and Yuuri is constantly covering their Lyuba’s ears.
  • “VIKTOR SHUSH, LYUBA IS RIGHT THERE!!!!" 
  • "Yuuri, our daughter is one and a half, she has the memory of an earth worm. We can have sex while she naps as long as we don’t wake her up.”
  • Poor Yuuri, between Viktor being himself and their daughter’s rebellious years he has so many gray hairs.
  • Yuri comes over like "oh my god I thought Asian people aged well.”
  • What Yuuri wants to say: “I’m kinda trying to raise the literal spawn of Satan, with the Devil himself”
  • What he does say: “not when they’re married to Viktor Nikiforov they don’t!!”
  • Viktor just kind of shrugs and tries to look innocent while cradling Lyuba.
  • It was in that moment that Yuri decided he would never ever get married.
  • He tells this to Mila, who’s engaged to Sara, at practice the next day and she laughs in his face and says “give it time.”

Anyway, that’s all I have so far, I’m probably going to eventually write a mini series about Viktor and Yuuri retiring and then adopting/raising Lyuba.

what were you dreaming about?

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word count: 1,242

**warning: SMUT**

My first time staying the night at Shawn’s, I was awoken by what I thought was Shawn talking. I rolled over and looked at the clock, thinking it was morning. However, it was only midnight. I thought I had heard Shawn’s voice, which made me think it was morning already. I rested my head on the pillow again and my head sunk into it. Not long after drifting back to sleep, I heard Shawn once more. He spoke softly, but he was normally not one to talk in his sleep, or so he said. Then, I heard what he was saying.

“You’re so tight, Y/N.” Shawn moaned lowly. My eyes widened at what I heard. I rolled over to inspect, to see if what I thought was happening was actually happening. I pulled the blanket back slowly, trying my hardest to not wake him. Shawn was still sound asleep, but groaning my name with his large hand palming his erection. I nearly gasped at what I saw. Of course Shawn and I’d had sex before, but this was an exciting event for my first time staying the night at Shawn’s place.

I tried to wait it out, tried to wait to see if Shawn’s moans would cease. However, they did not. At least ten minutes had passed and he was still moaning my name along with, I’ll admit, quite filthy dirty talk. I reached to move Shawn’s hand from his length. I now rested my hand over him and began to kiss his jawline. I kissed sweetly, pressing my lips hard against his skin. With no response to my kisses, I decided to press my lips against Shawn’s skin more lustfully. My tongue slipped between my lips and glided over his cheek and a small amount of stubble hairs. My mouth hovered over Shawn’s ear. I exhaled deeply, not really knowing what to say.

“Shawn, wake up.” I said. From what Shawn has previously told me, he was a light sleeper. This was evidently true because as soon as I spoke to him, he woke up.

“Hmm?” He hummed. I smirked thinking about what I was going ask him. He hadn’t realized the position of my hand over his crotch yet or that my leg was draped over his. I sat up in bed and looked down at Shawn, who looked so sleepy at the moment.

“What were you dreaming about?” I asked, giggling slightly. I waited for a reaction that was delayed because of Shawn being only halfway awake. Even with how dark the room was, I could still see Shawn’s eyes widen thanks to the bright moon shining in through the blinds.

“What?” He questioned, acting like he didn’t hear or understand me.

“You know what I said.” I smirked at him. The cool glow of the moon through the window still allowed me to see Shawn’s cheeks turn a deep, flushed shade of pink. I placed my hand on Shawn’s lower abdomen, which was thankfully bare.

“You.” He said bluntly, as if that weren’t obvious. Shawn looked genuinely embarrassed but hearing the way he whimpered my name made me ache for him. “How much did you hear?” When I told him I had been listening for a while, his flesh turned even redder. He covered his face with his hands and groaned.

“So what exactly was I doing in this dream you were enjoying so much?” I asked Shawn finally. He looked up at me, into my eyes.

“Riding me,” he gulped. I had never done that before, so it was understandable why he would dream that. I pictured the thought of riding Shawn, me being in complete control. I felt myself grow wetter, moisture pooling in my panties. I moved over Shawn, moving one leg over one side of his body and the other leg to the other side. I looked up into his eyes when my fingers reached the waistband of his boxers. He nodded his head swiftly and I pulled the fabric off of him.

Shawn now laid below me completely nude and already with a full hard on. His long fingers tugged at the lace of my underwear then tossed them to the side. I hovered over his length before rubbing my slick folds up and down him. I nearly moaned when I moved up just barely too far and the head of his cock almost slipped into me. At this point, Shawn and I were beyond ready. Shawn reached over to his nightstand for a condom. He quickly tore it open and rolled it on.

My small hand wrapped around the base of his length. I lined Shawn up with my entrance and sunk down onto him. He bottomed out on the very first thrust, causing us to whimper in unison.

“In my dream you didn’t have a shirt on.” Shawn breathed out but chuckled while telling me. I rolled my eyes at him then threw my shirt at him. He caught it and threw it to the floor. I placed my hands on his upper abdomen and gripped onto him. My hips moved up then back down slowly to take in all of his cock.

Shawn’s hands gripped onto my thighs while I bounced on him. I kept the pace slow, trying let this last as long as possible. Shawn became impatient with the speed and thrusted his hips up. I looked up at him and saw droplets of sweat dripping down his forehead and that his hair was getting damp already. He still bucked his hips up, meeting me halfway with my thrusts.

“So tight and wet, baby.” Shawn groaned. I moaned as well when Shawn hit just the right spot. I rode him at the same angle so his cock would keep hitting that same spot. I became a moaning mess with my legs shaking, barely able to keep riding Shawn. Every roll of my hips was quick and sloppy as I came closer to my orgasm. I leaned over Shawn’s body. I pressed my lips to his while still rolling my hips onto him, bouncing on his length.

“I’m, oh fuck, I’m so close.” I whimpered. Shawn’s large hands grasped my breasts since they were basically right in his face. His thumbs teased my nipples and the extra sensation and pleasure sent me right over the edge to my orgasm. Shawn felt my walls spasm around his dick, letting him know I had orgasmed, if the sobs and moans hadn’t already.

Shawn thrusted up into me as I was too exhausted to do much more. I was so sensitive and Shawn’s sloppy thrusts didn’t help the matter. After a few rushed thrusts, he also came. I felt a spurt of warmth fill the condom as Shawn’s thrusts ceased. He kissed my forehead after pulling out of me. Then he left to go clean up and I remained laying underneath the sheets and blanket.

I was aware of Shawn being back in the bed by the mattress sinking in next to me and then his warmth behind me. Neither one of us bothered putting on clothes before we went back to sleep. Shawn sweetly pecked my cheeks before cuddling up to me.

“That was the best sex we’ve ever had, or at least I thought so.” I told him.

“So much better than my dream.” Shawn murmured. I laughed at him before saying our goodnights, then falling asleep soon after.

To my Dearest Regret, With Hope

Request: Listen. I’m legit bawling. I’m crying. My heart has been broken and scarred. You did that! I need a part 4 please or I might just die, M. Your writing is gonna kill me someday, you queen of angst, you. AND other sweet comments! THIS IS A PART OF THE To Newt, With Love series

Word Count: 2,627

Pairing: Newt x Reader

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Newt stares at the brick house in front of him, taking a deep breath before dipping his head and walking toward it. The leather case in his hand bounces against his right leg with every quick step he takes. He times his steps, falling into the same familiar rhythm as the creak of the neighbor’s porch swing.

Climbing up the three hole-ridden steps, Newt curses under his breath. He pauses at the top and sighs. It’s now or never.

The door slams open halfway through his third knock. He nearly smacks his mother in the face as he stumbles forward, but she just ducks under his hand and wraps her arms around his stomach.

“Erm, hi mum.”

“You finally remembered I’m alive!”

Newt rolls his eyes over his mother’s head. “I never forgot it. That would be hard with all the owls you kept sending.”

She steps away from him, leading him into the house. “How could I not send them? You never replied. I didn’t know if you were getting any of them.”

Newt pulls the door shut behind him as he steps inside. “I’ve been busy.”

“I know, I know,” Mrs. Scamander waves her hands, walking down the hall to the kitchen, “Your animals mean more than your own dear mother.”

“That’s not true.” He follows her, eyes trailing over the pictures of him and Theseus at various ages, hanging in rotting frames on the cream walls.

“Well, you aren’t very good at showing that, are you? Come in here, I just finished baking some biscuits.”

Chuckling at a picture of him and Theseus grinning ear to ear in front of the ocean, stacks of shells balanced on their sopping curls, Newt heads into the kitchen. It hasn’t changed much since he was young. The same dog and cat salt and pepper shakers sit above the stove. The same row of flower vases with the same nine vases are lined up on the far counter, like soldiers ready to march at any moment. The same wooden frames hold up the same moving pictures.

Well, almost all the same pictures. Newt tries not to see the different faces in three of the frames, changed courtesy of Theseus.

“How have you been, honey?” Mrs. Scamander sets a cup of tea and a plate of two bite-sized biscuits down in front of Newt.

“I’ve almost died five times since I last saw you.” He fights a smile at his mother’s frown as he bites into a biscuit.

She falls into the chair across from him. “Do you want to kill your mother? Merlin’s beard, Newt, didn’t I raise you better?”

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harutaka in -over the dimension-

—their first interaction in the novel takes up most of the second chapter. haruka is supposed to be designing the enemies for the game they’re making for the school festival, but he’s spacing out and can’t think of what to draw—so takane starts yelling at him. haruka thinks to himself that he wishes she’d stop being so rude, particularly because he’s worried that no one will want to marry her because of it.

—they start talking about what kind of enemies haruka should create. he didn’t want to draw zombies like takane suggested, so they come up with a solution together. he’s happy and inspired when takane suggests they base them off animals instead.

—takane smiles at haruka, which he says makes him smile too.

—haruka came up with the game’s title the day before, but no one has voiced it aloud yet. he gets excited upon realizing that takane’s going to be the first one to say it.

—haruka notes that he’s happy takane inspired him in deciding what enemies to draw.

—he’s on a roll with designing the characters. the thought of takane being excited about it is his…….driving force, to say the least. says he “salivates” at the thought of it lmao and he blushes a little even. he wants to impress her and have her compliment him.

—haruka talks on the phone with kenjirou and thinks about how he’s having trouble creating the game’s final enemy. he gets excited suddenly, then asks kenjirou if he has a picture of takane he could borrow.

—haruka’s over at kenjirou’s house the week before the school festival to work on the game, and he’s spending some time with ayano. after she’s gone, he notes that there’s only one person his age that he feels comfortable around (takane.)

—he closes his eyes and euphorically images her—in very precise (and almost provocative) detail. he notes that he doesn’t need a picture of her, and he can imagine takane more vividly than any photo.

—he’s then overwhelmed by the urge to say her name out loud, and decides to since no one’s around. he starts to when there’s a knock on the door, at which point he feels embarrassed. (in the illustration he looks so blissful when he’s thinking about her omg.)

—kano comes in disguised as ayano. then asks haruka if he was thinking dirty thoughts just now. haruka freaks out and comments (almost guiltily,) that no, he wasn’t, then specifically notes that he was thinking about takane though.

—it goes on to the school festival in the next chapter, there’s a long description (which is honestly kind of on going throughout the whole chapter,) of haruka observing takane playing video games. he’s amazed and even inspired because she’s so good at them, and lives up to her title as “dancing flash ene”.

—not really too ~concrete~ in terms of harutaka but it was still really funny to me: takane calls haruka a dumbass for being as excited as he is, and he just agrees like HELL YEAH I’M A DUMBASS.

—haruka watches shin and takane face off in headphone actor, and notes that he’s feeling unexpected jealousy. he says he wants to be able to play games with takane, and make her feel as excited and “impassioned” as she feels right now.

—he congratulates her even though she lost.

—he comments again in his mind that he wants to play video games with takane, casually mentions it to shintaro, then gets incredibly excited at the prospect when shintaro offers to teach him how.

—later when he and shin are playing video games, shin says that haruka and takane should battle—but haruka still feels too inexperienced to do so, and he’s afraid that takane won’t wanna play against him again if he flat out loses to her the first time.

—in the next chapter, he and shin are at an arcade keeping an eye on momo—when takane calls haruka. takane tells him that it’s ayano’s birthday, and she’s throwing a party for her. haruka wants to attend but has to take care of momo first, so he can’t right now. he then lies to takane about where he is, because he knows that takane doesn’t like shintaro—and he doesn’t wanna put her in a bad mood for hanging out with him instead. after they hang up, he feels terrible for lying to takane.

—takane implies that she wanted to bring haruka to the arcade herself, and also teases him a little that he lost his chance to go with her.

—takane is at the arcade with ayano, and it turns out they’re gonna be facing off against haruka and shintaro in a tournament final. it’s haruka against takane, and shintaro against ayano.

—takane calls his and shintaro’s costumes freaky without knowing who they are (since they were wearing masks,) and haruka gets a li’l emo lmao.

—haruka realizes this is the first time he’s facing off against takane and gets nervous since he hasn’t mentally prepared himself.

—haruka only wins because he calls out takane’s name during the match……for some reason, and distracts her. takane isn’t mad later when she finds out he lied to her, but tells him not to lie to her ever again.

—towards the end of the chapter, takane gets flustered that he isn’t paying attention to her when she’s talking—he’s distracted thinking about how he’s going to die.

—at the beginning of the next chapter, he’s thinking about when he battled takane just because.

—shintaro comes and visits haruka at his house, he thinks about how he considers shintaro to be a good friend. haruka then says he’d also consider takane a friend, but doesn’t feel quite right about calling her that. he admits that his feelings for her might be love, but he can’t act on or even acknowledge the fact, because he knows he’s going to die.

—he goes for a walk later that night, he says he wanted to do something special before he dies. he thinks about how great it’d be if he and takane could face one another in the upcoming dead bullet tournament, and says it could be a precious moment of his life, and he doesn’t feel like it’s wasted.

—haruka’s last moments alive, spent with takane:

“The sounds around me seemed to echo mindlessly in my ears, and soon I could only pick up the barest nuances of Takane’s words. What did she say? I didn’t know. She sounded real sad, though.

Ahhh, I’m sorry, Takane. I’m really sorry. I’ve received so much from you, but I couldn’t give you anything in return.
I bet you’re angry about it. Well, you can be, if you want. You can punch me, even. If it helps you get over it, you can do anything you like.
Oh, but don’t take it out too much on people besides me. You might run into all kinds of wonderful people later on in life. You need to treat them with the care they’ll deserve. 
Yeah. That’s right. You’re a kind, gentle girl, Takane. You need to keep on smiling. You need to be happy. 

So, please, Takane. Stop crying…”

~From Sour to Sweet~

When you find a new friend in the strangest way.

cat hybrid!yoongi/reader

Word Count: 5,703

What were you thinking?

You don’t know what possessed you to go to a hybrid adoption facility and want to pick out a hybrid of your own. You felt bad that you could only choose one of the many hybrids presented before you. All were of various species accentuated with different colors, shapes, and sizes.

“You can go in if you want.” The employee next to you responds, having spotted you looking at the hybrids through the glass window.

The room was pretty spacious but you were afraid that if you went inside you would try and take them all home with you. It looked like a cross between a playground and recreational room. There were beds for them to sleep, a TV off to the side, and lots of blankets and pillows.

“If there’s one you want to interact with personally, we have rooms available for you, if you’re not comfortable going inside with all of them. It can get overwhelming sometimes.”

You watched all the hybrids for a bit. There were a couple of rabbits running around in a game of chase, bounding through the other hybrids as well as hopping over stray toys and scattered furniture pieces. The foxes were playing with a soccer ball, rolling it back and forth and a few of them even went to mess with the other hybrids nearby. Literally all of the dog hybrids were play wrestling each other and you could see tufts of fur flying through the air. Most of the cats were either asleep or lazily tossing balls of yarn here and there.

You notice a small white cat hybrid tucked away from everyone else, including the other cats, curled up in a ball high on top of one of the shelves. He wasn’t sleeping, rather he was lying there and observing all the other hybrids with a smidge of boredom adorning his features, white tail flicking lazily back and forth like a pendulum. His white ears contrasted the black locks of his hair as they twitched to each of the sounds. You noticed that he looked…lonely, yet there was a hint of sadness somewhat hidden in his eyes, and your heart ached at the sight.

“Can I meet that white one over up on top of that shelf, please?” You ask the employee.

His eyes bulge out. “Huh? Him? Sweetie, you seem rather new to this, which is understandable, but let me give you some advice. You don’t want him.” He says with a shake of his head. “We have plenty other hybrids up for adoption that are much friendlier. Trust me, he isn’t one of them.” The employee tells you.

His response only provokes you even more to meet the black haired cat boy.

“No. I want to see him.” You answer pointing at the lone cat.

The employee sighs, “Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He goes inside the room and motions for another worker to take you to one of the private rooms in the back. The girl smiles and as you follow her you pass by aisles of toys, food, information books, and various other supplies as she leads you down one of the many halls. After maybe three seconds of silence you soon come to realize that she is a talker.

“Hi! Is this your first time adopting a hybrid?” She asks in a bubbly tone.

“Yes, it is.”

“Oh my gosh, I knew it! I could see it in your face. Aren’t they so cute?! Which one are you thinking of getting? I personally love the dog hybrids. They’re just so fun and playful! I always wanted to get one for myself, but my parents wouldn’t let me.” She pouts.

_Honestly, she could just be one of the dog hybrids, all she’d need are the ears and tail, she already has their energy. _You smile. “Actually, I was thinking about adopting a cat hybrid. The white one with black hair, kind of keeps to himself.”

She snaps her head to look at you with surprise. “Oh, really? You mean Yoongi? That’s awesome! You know, I feel bad for him when nobody picks him, cause he’s like super quiet and a little scary when he glares which is like, all the time. But he’s pretty harmless, unless, you know, someone irritates him. Like one time, Bob, the other guy who works here, you were just with him, tried to wake Yoongi up for his evaluation, but boy, he wasn’t having it. Bob was this close to having his face used as a scratching post.” She said, using her fingers to demonstrate, pinching them together until they were a centimeter apart.

Ahh. So that’s why “Bob” sounded so adamant about not adopting Yoongi.

You both arrive at an empty room and there’s a little window where you can peak in enough to see a few chairs on the inside. Chatty Cathy pulls out a set of keys from her pocket and unlocks the door, beckoning you inside.

“You know,” the girl says after a literal split second pause, “he’s not bad. He’s just…not a people person and I think he’s easily misunderstood. On a more personal note, and I’m not trying to persuade you in any way, but please give him a chance. You two both seem relatively quiet and you’re really nice so I think this will work out.” She eventually says, eyes shining with hope.

You smile at her reassuringly. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep that in mind.”

She perks up and gives you a kilo-watt smile. “Thanks girl! I knew I liked you for a reason!”

And with that she exits through the door, practically skipping down the hall.

You sigh and look around the room. It was pretty basic, the only decorations on the wall were a couple of pictures with cute animals. At first, you go to sit on one the plastic chairs, but decide against it. As you wait you unconsciously start rubbing your hands together in nervousness.

What if he doesn’t like you? There were plenty of other hybrids available, but you felt drawn to this one in particular and you would be disappointing to you if this didn’t work out. The other girl said she had a good feeling about this, maybe you should tune into her positive vibes.

Moments later you see Bob and Yoongi walking past the window and then they’re coming through the door.

Here we go.

“Be nice, cat.” Bob says to the hybrid. Said cat releases a small hiss in reply as he stalks none to happily inside the room.

The glare Bob directs at him shows exactly how much he doesn’t like the cat boy. He opens his mouth and you abruptly speak before he can.

“It’s okay, sir, I’ll be fine.” You jump in before the two decide to duke it out in the small area.

The man glances at you and grunts before eventually regarding the other male with obvious distaste. “I’m watching you.” Bob opens the door and then leaves, but merely goes to the tiny observation window to keep an eye on the two of you.

The silence in the room is deafening. You shift a little on your feet and look at the feline. He stands there in the corner, as far away from you as possible, with the same bored expression on his face, only this time there’s annoyance in that stare that is directed at the wall.

“Umm, hello, Yoongi. My name is Y/N.” You shyly tell him.

Nothing.

“You’re not that much of a talker, are you?”

Silence. Not even a peep. You could see that this was leading nowhere, but still you persisted.

“That’s okay. I’m kind of a timid person too. Anyway I can give you a small introduction so you can get to know me a little. I’m currently in college, my major is undecided right now so I’m just doing my basics. Uh, what else? Oh, I like to read, write, and sometimes play video games in my spare time. What do you like to do for fun, Yoongi?”

Crickets should be chirping at this point. He’s not looking at you, the wall appearing to be more interesting than you.

You then decide to take the initiative and you walk closer until you’re right next to him. He noticeably stiffens at your approach, but doesn’t utter a word.

“Look, I know you don’t know me and you have every right not to trust me, a random stranger, but I’d really like to have you as my companion.”

The cat boy might as well be a statue.

“Are you happy here?” You finally ask.

His ears perk up slightly at your words, but doesn’t speak and you continue.

“If you want to stay for whatever reason I will understand, it won’t hurt my feelings, but I can offer you I think a much better home. One where you won’t feel isolated or like an outcast. I think you will like the change in scenery and I will make you feel as comfortable as can be. I want to give you a place where you can be happy and quite frankly, I don’t think it’s here.”

His eyes are filled with skepticism and also with a hint of shock you think to yourself, but suddenly they narrow into slits.

“What do you know, lady? You don’t even know me. What? Let me guess they put you up to this or something? A new tactic to make me more loveable?” His voice rising, ears pinning into his head and snow white tail puffing in anger.

Crap. 

Bob was still watching from outside and judging from his flaring nostrils he didn’t look too pleased and neither did the feline beside you. You had to be careful.

“Yoongi, I’m sorry I didn’t mean-”

You did it without even realizing what you were doing until it was already too late. You reached out to touch his shoulder in apology and the second your fingers make contact with the cotton sleeve, you immediately jerk your hand back, but he was already moving.

You are abruptly pushed up against the wall with the cat boy right in front of you and he was livid. His arms were on either side of your head as he glares down at you.

“I don’t need any help from you so just leave me alone.” He snarls at you, tail vibrating rapidly.

You’re trembling, trying to figure out a way to diffuse the situation but before you can, Bob comes barreling in, slamming the door open in his wake, causing it to careen into the wall with a loud bang as he yanks the hybrid away from you.

“That’s it, cat! I warned you, but you just don’t listen do you?! You want to be put back in confinement again? Huh? If you do, then fine by me because I can make that happen! I’ve got a cage with your name on it!” Bob bellows.

_Confinement? Cage?! No wonder he’s always alone!” _You had to do something; you had to stop them. He was dragging Yoongi towards the ajar door; you had to think fast.

“Stop! Don’t hurt him!” You shout.

“I told you, girl, this one isn’t normal.” They were partially in the hallway now.

“I’ll take him!!” You scream.

All movement ceases to the point you wondered if even time was frozen.

“Excuse me?” Bob askes in confusion.

Yoongi says nothing, only staring at you with disbelief written all over his face.

“Look, ma’am you can’t just-”

“I said. I’ll adopt him.” You interrupt him before he gets to finish.

“But he attacked you!”

“It was my own fault. I pushed his boundaries and I accept full responsibility for my mistake.”

“We have a no refund policy.”

They treat them as if they’re possessions or something!

“Well, I have no intention of bringing him back.”

Bob is looking at you like you’ve grown two heads. You steadily meet his gaze in return while cocking an eyebrow, refusing to back down in this.

“Well?” You ask.

Losing the battle of maintaining eye contact, Bob eventually acquiesces.

“Fine. Your loss, just remember all sales are final. You’ve witnessed firsthand what this one’s capable of. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

He releases the hybrid and leaves to go get the paperwork you assumed.

“Why don’t you get acquainted with your new owner, cat.” Not necessarily asking, but rather more so making a demand. He finally exits the room.

The poor and battered door is left open, then everything is quiet again.

“Why would you do that?” The cat boy whispers, breaking the silence.

“Look, I don’t really know what kind of place this is, but you obviously hate it here and honestly, I don’t blame you, so… I want to help.”

“You? Help?” He scoffs. “You think you humans can just come and… whatever, you’ll regret your decision in the end. You heard what he said, I’m not normal. So why don’t you save yourself the trouble and give up.”

You’re shaking your head before he finishes talking. “Honestly, none of us are exactly normal. I’m not going to give up and if anything, I hope you can bear with me.”

“Why do you care so much?” He snaps, ears and tail starting to twitch once again.

“I care because I know you’re not worthless or defective like they think you are. Even if you don’t believe in yourself, I do, and if I have to prove it to you by getting you out of here, then I don’t mind.”

Yoongi doesn’t say anything at first, only staring at you like you’ve lost it, which was apparently frequent today considering everyone has given you strange looks, until he finally responds with, “We’ll see.”

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It was approaching one week since you adopted your very first cat hybrid. You stayed true to your word, leaving the cat boy alone, giving him his personal space, and letting him do whatever he pleased, which wasn’t much. Majority of the time he just slept and when he didn’t it was either to go to the bathroom or come eat.

Whenever dinner was cooked and served he assumed he wasn’t supposed to eat with you. At first he would try to take his food back to his room, but you weren’t going to let him unintentionally lure bugs inside. Then he tried to eat on the floor next to the dining table which you also denied him of, stating that this is his home too and that he has every right to sit with you _at _the table.

“But you’re my owner.” Yoongi says with a confused look.

“I’m your friend. Therefore, you can sit right next to me.”

“But I’m a hybrid. A cat hybrid. You’re a human.”

“Congratulations! Glad to see you know what species we both are.”

“Pets eat on the floor and their owners eat on the table.”

“Doesn’t matter because you’re not my pet.”

And with that you place his bowl of noodles right in the spot next to yours. He heaves a deep sigh, but doesn’t argue with you after that. Yoongi’s actions raised a lot of questions within you. What did they teach the hybrids that made them think they were subordinate to humans? Is it just assumed that they’re supposed to behave a certain way? It wasn’t until later that night, when you truly understood just how hard living in that place made the hybrid feel.

~*~

You were staying up late to work on some assignments for class and time flew away without your knowledge, until you glanced at the clock to see 1:15 glaring at you.

But it said 10:04 just a few minutes ago! You must have misread it when it actually said 1:04. That’s what you get for always having that song on repeat. Oops. Bedtime it is then. At least tomorrow was Saturday. You turn off your laptop and leave the living room after shutting off the lights.

As you’re walking past Yoongi’s room, you open the door slightly to take a quick peak, but you suddenly stop. The cat boy was curled up in his bed, but you could just barely see the shudders coming from his body as the light from the hallway illuminated his small frame.

You pause, debating whether or not to go in, you couldn’t tell if his eyes were open or closed. You decide to creep in slowly and quietly call his name so as not to startle him.

He doesn’t respond nor stop his shivering so you continue your quiet walk until you are beside him. He’s sound asleep, seemingly lost deep in his dreams, or more like nightmare, and your heart breaks at the sight before you.

Crouching down, you notice the tear tracks streaming across his cheeks and you wipe them with your fingers. You pull the blankets higher up around his shoulders and without a second thought, run your fingers through his midnight hair. His quaking eventually slows and then ceases altogether. It hurt to see him like this and you wished you could do more for him.

Maybe bring him some warm milk? No, you didn’t want to wake him, he valued his sleep.

Cuddling? Probably not the best idea right now, not after the way he reacted back at the shop. 

Looking around, you realize how dark the room is due to the fact that there were no windows.

You want to be put back in confinement again? I’ve got a cage with your name on it! That’s what Bob had said and it was the only sentences replaying through your mind like an alarm on full blast.

Maybe he’s afraid of being alone in the dark?

You don’t know what confinement was like for him, but could only assume it was dark and lonely, judging by the fact that he was always by himself and apparently shoved in a cage no less. Suddenly you figure out what you could do for him, while being subtle at the same time.

You stand up and speed quickly to the closet out in the hallway, digging as quietly as you can until you find what you’re looking for. You run into your room as well to grab something else for him.

Once you acquire all the items you head back into his room and plug the Scooby-Doo nightlight into the electrical outlet as you watch Scooby’s head light up the small corner. You didn’t know how Yoongi would feel about it, but hopefully it will bring him solace at night. You had also snatched one of the little stuffed animals from your room, tucking the black cat with mismatched orange and green eyes from the Halloween collection into his arms and he unconsciously clutches it tighter to his chest. He appeared to still be dead asleep, despite all your moving, so after looking around one more time, you leave the room once more and shut the door until it’s slightly cracked open.

~*~

Later that morning, you stopped by his room to check on him.

“Hey, Yoongi! I’m going outside for a walk; do you want to come join me?” You ask from the doorway to his room where Yoongi was lounging on his bed. Casually glancing around you see Scooby-Doo turned off, but don’t see the stuffed cat anywhere.

Wonder if he liked them or maybe he thought they were stupid. 

He merely grunts at you and you sigh. You knew he wouldn’t want to, but a small part of you still hoped he would eventually come around.

“Okay, I’ll see you later then.”

“What, not gonna try and get me to go with you?” He asks with distrust, ears starting to fold down.

“No, Yoongi. I already told you, you can do whatever you want. I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do. You’re my friend and I know it’s not easy to trust people, but please know that all I want is for you to be happy and comfortable here, okay?”

Giving him a smile you turn to leave and miss the small hint of gratefulness that flashes across his eyes as he pulls the cat out from under the covers and holds it to his face while softly rubbing its head with care.

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On the day marking the second week of Yoongi’s arrival, you finally start making some progress.

It was a lazy Sunday morning and you were sitting on the couch watching old TV show re-runs.

You see Yoongi padding into the living room with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He’s wearing the white hoodie and pair of basketball shorts that you recently bought for him. As he walks towards you, he glances at the TV. His face morphs into confusion, eyebrows lowering.

“What’s wrong with your TV?”

“What do you mean?” You ask while looking at your TV, but seeing no fuzzy pictures and hearing no distorted sounds.

“The color’s gone. It’s black and white.”

“Well, that’s because it’s an old show, back before there was colored TV.”

“Wait, what? That’s a TV show?” He points to the screen.

“Yeah, back then there was only black and white because colored TV wasn’t a thing yet. So when my parents were growing up this is what showed on TV.”

“Really? So this was made before we were even born?” He asks, cocking his head to the side.

“Yep.” You answer.

“How do you know about this show then?”

“It happened to be on one of the channels one day and I watched some of it, then I became hooked ever since because it was so funny.”

You look at his still scrunched expression and cautiously ask him, “How much do you know of the human world?”

“I mean, we’re taught how to speak to our owners as well as how to act properly and serve them, but other than the basics, not much.” He says with a shrug.

“What about technology?”

“We know how to use the TV and cell phones and computers, but we don’t know how to drive or use the things in the kitchen that well. We know what they are, but we’ve never really used them before.”

“I see.”

That’s sad, you think to yourself. They really don’t teach them much. How are they so supposed to gain their independence? That’s probably the whole point because that means they have to depend on humans to care of them.

“Well, if you want I can always teach you how to cook if you’re ever up for it. I don’t mind.” You say with a smile.

Shrug. He’s watching the TV, cat ears flicking at each sound they hear.

“So you sit here and laugh at three stupid men on a black and white screen, while all the other girls at the home would watch regular TV and giggle at all the supposed hot guys or whatever.” He scoffs.

“Well, I really like this show because it’s entertaining. You are more than welcome to come and join me.”

He motions with an “I guess.”

Yoongi shuffles over towards you and proceeds to sit on the floor while wrapping his arms around your legs.

You freeze.

What? Is he really engaging in physical contact; with me?

You were afraid to break the connection and elicit the silent and practically non-existent conversations, but at the same time you really wanted to return the affection as a sign of thanks to him.

So, as gingerly as you can manage, you reach over and oh so gently pet his head. Yoongi noticeably stiffens, but doesn’t make a move to pull away. Your hand gravitates towards one of his snow white ears and you carefully start to scratch at the base of said ear.

His reaction is immediate.

Rumbling purrs sound from deep within his chest and his eyes slide into a half-lidded state as he relaxes. He moves to lay his head into your knee as he nuzzles the side of your leg, long ice white tail winding around your ankle.

“Just let me know if you want me to stop.” You quickly tell him.

“No, no. It’s okay. I like it so keep going.” He mumbles so faintly you almost don’t catch it.

Ah-ha! You cheer internally. This must be his weak spot then.

As y’all were sitting in the living room, you both watch the show in silence with occasional chuckles here and there. After one of the characters clumsily falls yet again, causing you to laugh slightly, the cat boy tilts his head in your direction with a small smile.

“You know, you’re a very interesting own-um, human.”

“And you’re a very interesting, but also cute, hybrid.” You answer as you poke his cheek softly. Yoongi ducks his head down into your leg and this time you catch the hint of pink dusting his cheeks.

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On the third week, a routine has been established.

You would come home from school, sometimes dead on your feet, and Yoongi would be waiting relatively near the front door to greet you. He would take your backpack from you and lug it to the living room while you headed to the kitchen where you would make dinner.

In the beginning, he would opt to just sit and watch, but recently you started asking him to help, either with chopping up vegetables or stirring the pot. The cat boy was reluctant at first but eventually became accustomed in utilizing the kitchen utensils and appliances, soon learning how to get really good at the tasks you assigned him.

Although, you still felt a little bit of trepidation whenever he tried to use the knife to “karate chop” the poor carrots and celery.

Or when he accidently put the popcorn in the microwave for too long, causing the buttery snack bag to come exploding out from the microwave door.

Also there was that one time he left plastic wrapping on the kitchen stove which almost set the apartment on fire.

Yoongi’s cooking skills weren’t bad minus the few mishaps here and there. Overall, he did a decent job and seemed like he enjoyed cooking in the kitchen with you.

Tonight, when you went to taste the rice he was currently preparing, you were stunned by how delicious it was.

“Mmm, wow, Yoongi! This is really good, I love it, especially all the flavors you added.” You compliment.

“Um, thanks.” He says, rubbing the back of his head, ruffling his black locks in the process; a small smile appearing on his lips as well. You see his cheeks flare up again and you can’t help but smirk at the sight.

“You should smile more often, I like it.” You say. The pink bleeds into a deep red and he purses his lips to try and hide his smile, but he can’t quite to do it so he eventually breaks into a full-fledged grin. He turns away and goes back to stirring the rice.

“I thought you said you’ve never worked with the kitchen appliances before?” You ask after a moment of silence passes.

“I haven’t, but someone showed me. Umm, at the home I didn’t have a lot of friends because I was always separated from them so the head cook took me under her wing. On the days I wasn’t in confinement she would let me come to the kitchen and would teach me about mixing all the ingredients and spices together. I couldn’t actually try it for myself because she would get in trouble by the other workers since hybrids weren’t allowed to cook so I would just watch her. She was like a grandma to me and she taught me all that I know.” He holds a faraway look in his eye as he relives his memories.

Maybe that’s why he didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want to say goodbye.

“Do you miss her?”

“Yeah, but she always told me to not be afraid and keep an open mind about humans, that one day I’m going to find someone who’s going to like my quiet self and appreciate my skills.” He meets your eyes then and the warmth heats inside your chest.

“The only thing she didn’t mention was how weird the human was gonna be.” He laughs.

“Hey!” You say in mock anger, slapping his arm at the comment.

“Who ever said being weird was a bad thing?”

“Heh. Not me.” He chuckles.

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It has been a month since the cat hybrid moved in to your home and he was slowly, but surely, warming up to you.

You opened the front door, holding not only your backpack, but also a small box of chocolates from your friend. She was a pastry arts major so she had to practice her baking skills, and since she knew how much of a chocolate fanatic you were, she decided to make you her official guinea pig.

Yoongi wasn’t there to greet you and you find out why as soon as you enter the living room.

The cat boy had been asleep on the couch, but the minute you made your appearance he woke up.

“Hi there, Sleeping Beauty.” You say as you set your backpack down beside the couch and he groggily looks up at you.

“Hey.” He rasps and his voice is so deep and rough it actually causes your knees to wobble slightly.

What was that all about? You shake your head to reorient yourself. Alrighty, then.

He yawns and sits up arms reaching for the ceiling, hair sticking up in various spots as he watches you go to the kitchen. He stands to follow after you and as you pause by the counter to set the box down you feel him peaking over your shoulder, white cat ears twitching curiously, tail already winding around your leg.

“What’s that?” He asks as he rests his chin upon your shoulder.

“Chocolate. Want some?” You lift the lid to show him the delicious contents. “There’s dark, milk, white-. Wait, can hybrids eat chocolate?”

He gives you a dead look. “Just because we have feline characteristics doesn’t mean we’re exactly like them.”

“Hey, I’m just making sure.” You say, raising your hands up in surrender. “Don’t need you getting sick or something.”

As you’re preparing to make some sandwiches for dinner, you slip a small piece of chocolate in your mouth and from the corner of your eye you see Yoongi eyeing the treats.

“You’re more than welcome to have some. I don’t mind sharing.”

He scoffs. “Yeah, no thanks.”

You shrug with a “Suit yourself.”

After you both eat dinner, you give Yoongi the task of dish washing and you head to the bathroom so you can shower. Once you finish and put on a pair of boxers and an old t-shirt you walk back to the kitchen to check on the hybrid, but as you turn the corner you stop.

Said cat boy was currently stuffing his face with chocolate, looking like a chipmunk with too many pecans in its mouth. He hasn’t noticed your presence yet, that is, until he turns a little and stiffens at the sight of you placing a hand on your hip while also quirking an eyebrow at him.

“Hello, there.” You say with a smirk.

He makes a few muffled noises, trying to speak, but can’t with all the sweets occupying his mouth.

“Finish chewing first before you choke.” You advise him.

He does so and once he’s done he ducks his head slightly, ears folding in chagrin, refusing to meet your eyes.

“Well, someone sure likes chocolate.” You chuckle.

The moment you utter the words red flames spear his cheeks as they spread all the way up to the tips of his white ears, turning them a pretty pink color.

“At least I’m not the only chocolate addict. What else do you like? Cookies?”

Nod.

“Cake? Ice cream? Pie?” Nod. Nod. Nod.

“Nice! You can be my partner in crime when it comes to baking desserts.”

He mutters something under his breath, but you can’t quite make it out.

He’s probably cursing me out or something to that extent. You think, laughing internally at the thought. 

“Oh, this is exciting! Finally, someone who can appreciate the beauty of sweet treats. Aww, my little sugar cat! Hey, I like that. Suga. Hmmm. Suga Suga. My chocolate connoisseur.” You giggle at the name.

He must’ve seen the gears rotating in your mind because he responds with, “Don’t even think about it. I don’t need a nickname.”

“But… it fits you. Come on, please??” You pout trying to be as cute and annoying as can be and you scoot up beside him, clinging onto him like a little kid.

“What are you, five?” He snorts.

“Please, Yoongi.”

He gazes down at you and you give him the saddest puppy eyes that you can muster.

“I thought you said you wouldn’t force me to do anything I didn’t want to do.”

“That’s why I’m giving you the chance to approve it.”

He’s still looking at you and you him until he eventually rolls his eyes.

He sighs. “Fine, whatever.”

“Yay! Thank you, Suga Suga.”

“Just don’t say it more than three times a day.”

“What?! Five.”

“Three.”

“Five.”

“Two.”

“Three it is. Actually, no, at least four-.”

Yoongi grabs a random piece from the box and shoves it in your mouth mid-sentence.

“Shut up and eat your chocolate.”

“Thank you, Suga Suga! You’re the best.” You say as you rapidly chew the dessert and grab the box.

Running up beside him, you bump his shoulder with your own and you both go to sit on the couch. The two of you sit and watch TV while munching on the box of treats as Yoongi curls against you, faint purrs come from within and his tail wraps around your waist. He eases his head cautiously into your neck as he settles against you and you can’t help the grin that emerges from your lips as you silently enjoy one another’s company.

A/N: Why do all my fanfics keep getting longer and longer, I don’t know. This was mainly Yoongi’s backstory, so Taehyung hasn’t arrived just yet, but I’ll put his story up soon. If you like my stories feel free to flood my inbox, anon or not, I don’t mind. Apologies as always for grammatical errors, it bothers me when I miss even the smallest mistakes. Thank you again for reading and I hope you continue enjoying my little stories. I also realized that I haven’t exactly given myself a nickname for people to refer to me as, so you can just call me Amarwen. Nice to meet you!

Libraries and Piragua (Lin-Manuel x Reader)

Summary: You were sexiled by your roommate on a day that you’d kill just to collapse into bed. You end up passing time with someone that makes your day end on a high note.

Word Count: 1,340

Warnings: Aimless plot, mentions of sex (nothing graphic), cussing, mentions of death (but character death like Abuela Claudia’s death in ITH mentioned is what I’m saying)

A/N: College AUs are my weakness, this is a demonstration of my knack for tying In The Heights into literally anything (and making my Classical Tradition professor proud with my Sophocles reference). Also, I am obsessed with the way Lin’s eyes are so expressive and was forced to take out approximately 1,000 references to them from this fic during proofreading.
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“Please [Y/N]? You owe me from that time you broke the coffee machine, [Y/N].” you muttered, mocking your roommate’s pleas as you trudged across campus to the library. You planned on mocking your own stupidity for agreeing to her request once you were done being annoyed with her. She had to pick the one day you ended up having a terrible, rushing-everywhere, everything-goes-wrong kind of day to seal the deal with the guy she’s been pining over for months. 

You yanked open the door to the library with an unnecessary amount of force before you stalked inside. You made it upstairs, appreciative of the near empty scene. There was only a few people scattered among the tables or computers along the wall. At least you knew you’d be left alone with your bitterness. 

You pulled out a chair to toss your bag onto before shedding your jacket. Once you got settled in, you pulled out your headphones and laptop. You popped in one headphone and scanned your library looking for a song that might ease your exasperation. Once you had it playing you pulled out your textbook and leafed through it, debating whether you wanted to be productive or not. You settled on not and shoved it away before pulling your laptop closer. With your one free ear you heard a chuckle and you internally sighed before turning to find its source. The table to your right had a boy who was looking at you amused. You wondered if the dark circles under his eyes meant he was as exhausted as you were.

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anonymous asked:

Oh my God Ash I feel like a bad follower of you now because I didn't know you got to meet Danai!! I just read it in your latest ask... How could I miss this?? You've probably talked about this a lot but can you just tell me how it was to meet her?? Just... was she really cute and sweet, was she?? I've read like millions of people's experiences about that and ALL OF THEM were totally enthusiastic about Danai. I'm just so jealous but in a good way... I love her so much I want to cry!!

Aww, haha! Yeah, I’ve talked about it a couple of times, but no worries, I’m sure it was easy to miss with everything else going on around here. My meeting Danai was basically a collection of a few short exchanges, but they were lovely, and she was absolutely the cutest and sweetest and made me somehow love her more than I already did. 🤗

So at WSC last year, at her panel, I asked her whether she thinks Michonne has told Rick about Andre at this point. (She thought yes.) So after the panel, we went to go take pictures with her, and as soon as we walked into the little photo area, she’s like, “Hayyy gurl.” And as my friend was putting down her stuff, Danai and I spoke really briefly and I told her how much I loved her and she thanked me for my question about Andre, and joked that I tried to catch her off guard and that made me really happy, idk. So we took our picture and headed on out. I think it was probably all of a minute, because photo ops move really quickly.

So then we went to pick up our picture, and the staff noticed that my friend blinked, so they sent us back to the line to take another. Danai saw us approaching and was like, “You’re back! Okay!” She was just so cheerful and sunny and I never wanted to leave her. Thankfully, my friend’s eyes get really tiny when she smiles, so she looked like she was blinking in the second picture too, and we got to go back one more time. Everybody in the booth was like, “AGAIN?” Danai was like, “Okay, what is going on? Who keeps messing it up?” And I was very quick to point out my friend because I will not have my queen thinking I don’t know how to take a picture. So as we start to pose, she jokes, “Well all right, y’all should just hang out with me all day.” And I’m like, “Sis, yes. Please. PLEASE.” And we laughed about my friend’s awful picture-taking skills (she’s actually very good at taking pictures, so this was just fate intervening I’m pretty sure), and the photographer actually showed us the final photo on her camera to make sure everyone was good with it. And that was basically it.

Also, the next day, we had a picture with the cast, and I was so busy embarrassing myself with Andy, I didn’t really realize Danai was there until I was standing next to Norman. But she remembered us and said hi and asked if we were having fun and I thanked her for coming back (she wasn’t scheduled to be there, but came back for the cast picture). So nothing all that interesting, but she made my weekend and I totally see why everyone in the cast is in love with her. Because bitch, me too. 😩

I’m hoping she can come back this year so I can get her autograph and have an uninterrupted couple of minutes with her, but if that’s all I ever get, I’m totally okay with that. ☺

anonymous asked:

Speaking of Julian! I need a fic/drabble of him crushing on Isak? Bc that boy was so busy having a crush on Jonas, he probably wouldn't have noticed?? But we all saw Isak in s1. How could Julian NOT have had a crush on him?

things julian dahl notices about isak first:

  • his instagram name is a stupid pun
  • his hair can probably house a family of birds
  • his smile makes the flash on the pictures he takes of himself obsolete
  • his girlfriend is pretty, objectively, and she looks enamored with him

things julian dahl notices about isak after they start talking:

  • he absolutely believes he can rap
  • he can make conversation about any subject you put forth, even if it’s a half-assed one
  • he doesn’t notice when he’s being flirted with, but he sure giggles like he’s aware
  • he thinks ‘me gusta’ memes are still funny, and will defend them by reminding julian they’re the reason memes even exist today with a fiery passion
  • he has a crush on his best friend, though julian can’t tell you if he knows that yet

things julian dahl notices about isak too late:

  • he stops crushing on jonas somewhere at the beginning of second year
  • when julian makes a joke, he doesn’t laugh as hard anymore, his gaze often locked somewhere over julian’s shoulder
  • his eyes flit around the hallway desperately some days, as if looking for something (someone?)
  • he starts missing all the pregames and parties his friends are going to, and they never know what to tell julian when he asks after him
  • he’s quieter at school, keeps his head down more often, is only loud when he’s fighting with his locker
  • he looks tired, and sometimes worried, but sometimes he’ll stop to gaze at a group of tall third years sitting across the yard and look okay, maybe relieved, for just a second, then go back to looking tired and worried again

things julian dahl notices about isak post even bech næsheim:

  • if his smile could make camera flashes obsolete before, now they could put the sun to shame
  • when he thinks no one’s looking, he’ll brush his fingertips against even’s, and they’ll both share a quiet, tender look that goes unnoticed by mostly everyone around them
  • he rarely looks tired anymore, and he’ll laugh at the things julian has to say again, maybe just not as hard as before
  • he stops pretending to care about the things he doesn’t care about, and julian hasn’t seen him so much as look at a skateboard since even came into his life
  • when he’s walking beside even, his posture is comfortable and relaxed, and sometimes he’ll laugh so loud he throws his head back and even’s eyes will shine with what julian can only define as wonder
  • (and he knows it’s wonder, because julian knows firsthand what it’s like to be mesmerized by isak valtersen)
  • and now, when he and julian talk, he’s always paying attention – his gaze is never locked over julian’s shoulder, and it takes julian a couple of days to realize that it’s not because of julian, nothing’s ever because of julian anymore; it’s because isak now knows exactly where even is, at all times, he never has to look, and when he does look, he never has to worry–
  • now, he knows even is always looking back
Happy Valentines Day

Requested: valentines day imagine on valentines day?

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“How are you doing today, buddy?” Your roommate asks as she plops down on the couch next to you. She knows that you’re a little down today because it’s Valentines day so you get to see a ton of couples posting pictures together, but you’ll spend most of the day just missing your boyfriend and trying not to be sad about the fact that you won’t be able to spend Valentines Day together.

“I’m alright.” You reply shortly, not wanting to complain because you really don’t have anything to complain about. You’re just lucky to have Shawn, and you’re proud of everything he’s accomplished, so you won’t let yourself be upset that he can’t be here and that you haven’t even heard from him all day.

“I’m sorry,” She says, even though you said you were alright, she knows you’re not exactly. “Have you talked to him today at least?” She questions.

“Nah, he’s sleeping I think?” You respond because he hasn’t replied to anything you’ve sent him yet, but you’re just assuming with the time zones its probably the middle of the night where he is.

“It’ll just be that much better the next time you see him,” She tries to offer support.

“Thanks, really. I’m fine. It’s not a big deal.” 

She smiles sadly at you, and you hate that she pities you even though she’s not doing it intentionally. At least she drops the subject and you get to talk about other things that puts you in a bit of a better mood and gets your mind off the fact that it’s Valentines Day and you haven’t even heard anything from your boyfriend even though it’s nearly three in the afternoon where you are.

You decide to take a shower, something that normally just helps you to get your mind of things that are bothering you. You’ve probably sent Shawn about ten messages and he hasn’t replied to anything. That’s unlike him, but you know he gets busy sometimes and it isn’t his fault. Or he could be sleeping. Either way it sucks that of all days, he chose Valentines day to not reply to your messages.

When you get out of the shower and get dressed you check your phone again, half expecting to have no notifications, but you’re surprised to see that Shawn has finally texted you. Happy Valentines Day babe xx and the next message asks, Did you get the flowers? You feel a little better. At least he sent flowers, but you hadn’t received any flowers.

You’re alive. No, I haven’t? You reply.

Oh comes his immediate response, and then They should be there soon, are you home?

Yeah You click send and are starting to text him asking about his day just to see how he is, but your doorbell rings. You wonder if it is the flowers he sent, and if it is you’re thinking how it is really weird timing since he had just talked about it. You shake off the thought and open the door without even bothering to look through the peephole. You see the flowers first, probably two dozen red roses. There are so many flowers that you can’t even see the person holding them. You’re about to try to thank the guy who delivered them when the person moves the flowers and you actually see his face. You have to stop yourself from screaming, and your hand goes to your shocked mouth. “Shawn?” You say, not believing your eyes.

“Your flowers are here, baby.” He says, a cheeky grin on his face.

You just hug him tightly, despite the flowers being slightly in your way, then you usher him inside. He hands you the vase of flowers and you quickly put them down before finding yourself back in his arms. “Happy Valentines Day, darling.” He says softly into your ear and you can’t stop yourself from thinking how it really is a happy Valentines Day now that he’s here.

Fandom: Power Rangers (2017)

Title: Breaking and Entering 

Characters: Kimberly Hart, Trini (Trimberly slanted)

Summary: It’s not entirely self-centered to seek comfort for yourself if you’re also checking up on someone else.


It was a thought that only had just now crossed her mind as Kimberly slid her fingers under the small crack between window and sill as she eased said window up. There was a fine line between breaking and entering and checking up on someone she cared about. Breaking and entering was more something along the lines of what a thief would do. Some random stranger would obviously cause harm. She wouldn’t.

Although, scaling the side of Trini’s house to the attic and quietly slipping inside of her room was, in fact, probably pretty illegal.

Considering that there had been no forewarning.

And now that she was inside of the room, plaster swept up into a corner, gaping holes staring back at her, she realized this was probably a bad way of checking up on someone in the middle of the night just because she couldn’t sleep.

The last time somebody had done this, it had been Rita.

That was only a week ago.

Trini still had the bruises on her neck.

Too late now, to rethink her decision.

Both feet were firmly planted on the floor.

It was kind of selfish, though, to barge into someone’s room with the pretense to check up on them.

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mimichin18  asked:

Hi! I've just finished reading the first story of the Designation: Miracle series and I loved every bit of it! I actually cried because of HInata in the end, it was so emotional. I really don't know if take prompts or something, but have you ever thought about writing a spinoff with IwaOi/KasaKise meeting at the "party"? It'd be so fun! (they're my OTP from both anime ahah) BTW, thanks for writing it! It's really amazing!

“We are going to crush them.”

“You’re getting awfully competitive about a game where we literally just made up the rules five seconds ago,” Iwaizumi remarks.

“Iwa-chan, there is no point in playing anything without performing our absolute best. And also, we need to prove that we are better than those basketball players, don’t you think?”

“We have basketball players on our team,” Iwaizumi points out. “They have volleyball players on their team. The whole point of this absurd made-up game is so that we’re working together.”

“Alright, fine, we have to prove we’re better than the Miracle.”

This makes even less sense, and Iwaizumi resists the urge to throttle his captain. “The only reason any of us are here is because you wanted to support the Miracles.”

“Right,” Oikawa says. “We supported them, and now we’re going to make sure we prove we’re the best.”

Iwaizumi just stares at him. “Why are you like this?”

*

“I don’t like him,” Kise announces.

“Huh?”

“He’s too pretty,” Kise says.

Kasamatsu frowns and follows Kise’s glare to the captain of the current Basket-Volleyball team they’ve been playing against. He’s had some solid moves and got past Kise a few times. “That’s a weird thing for you to say,” Kasamatsu says. “Besides, I think he’s a lot like you.”

“What! Senpai, how can you say that? He is nothing like me! He seems far too frivolous.”

“Right,” Kasamatsu says. “Bit like you.”

Senpai,” Kise whines. “Look at him! He’s clearly smarmy. He flirts too much and also he smirks. People shouldn’t smirk all the time.”

“So… exactly like you?”

Kise continues to pout, with a wide-eyed puppy-dog look that creates the perfect picture of injured prettiness.

“Can’t even tell the difference, really,” Kasamatsu continues, “Maybe I should go ask him out, he looks like my type, and maybe he’d be better about picking his clothes off the floor—”

“Senpai!!!”

*

“Wow, where did they even come from?” Kasamatsu remarks, marveling at the fact that a crowd of girls have already encircled Oikawa.

“They just sort of pop up out of nowhere, like fruit flies,” Iwaizumi says, resignedly. “Although, I do think some of them were originally here for your boy.”

Kasamatsu twitches slightly at the idea of Kise as “his boy” and carries on with, “Well, that’s even more impressive. I didn’t think anyway could pull fans away from Kise. That’s a definite testament to the charming abilities your boy has.”

Iwaizumi, to his credit, only nods apologetically, as if acknowledging his own fault. “Yeah. It’s pretty annoying. Doesn’t help that he panders to his fans, you know?”

“Oh, for sure. Kise’s a model too, so we get it everywhere. And it’s kind of obnoxious, because you almost have no room to complain because he’s still incredibly talented at basketball,” Kasamatsu says, like a man who has never kicked his underclassman for pandering to his fans.

“Right. There’s no denying Oikawa is the best setter in the prefecture, so it is really hard to object to his crazy,” Iwaizumi agrees, like a man who has never thrown a volleyball at his friend’s head.

You’re obviously really talented, though,” Kasamatsu says. “You’re reflexes are amazing.”

“Thanks, back at you. Have you ever thought about playing volleyball?”

“Eh, not my sport.”

“Fair enough.”

*

“I don’t like you,” Kise says.

“I don’t like you, pretty boy,” Oikawa says.

“And if that spikey haired guy gets any closer to Senpai, I’m going to kick his ass.”

“If you hurt Iwa-chan, I’ll destroy you,” Oikawa says with a smile.

Kise eyes Oikawa and gets the feeling that Oikawa might be a human, but he was a human who knew how to do unpleasant things in the dark without anyone ever knowing what was happening. Oikawa, on the other hand, is realizing there were a lot more unpleasant geniuses besides Kageyama and he almost wishes Kise did play volleyball, if only so Oikawa could have the satisfaction of making him cry in public.

“Keep him away from Senpai and we’ll call a truce?” Kise offers.

“Deal, but only because I’m feeling generous since my team beat yours.”

“Only once and I demand a rematch!”



A/N: Thanks, friend! I am very glad you enjoyed the story! I have always meant to write a KiKasa and IwaOi interaction because that was something a few people remarked on wanting to see, so here we go! It’s my headcanon that Oikawa and Kise are probably people who will get along really well after awhile, but when they first meet they hate each other’s guts. Thanks again!! Sorry for how long it took! (If anyone is interested in random thoughts on basket-volleyball, they are here).

The Foxhole Court, Chapter 12 – Road Trip To Embarrass… Who Again?

In which the squad goes to a talk show, wake-up calls go wrong, Neil goes live on national television, shipping goes well, and I go nuts, just a little bit.

Sounds good? Then it’s time for Nicki to read The Foxhole Court.

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