Isn’t it weird that in season 1, Jonas was kind of portrayed like absent minded and a bit of a dickhead? Like Eva kissed Chris and I never thought of Jonas as the victim who got cheated on? I just saw him as the guy who lied to his girlfriend bc he wanted to get high. And when Eva was upset and wanted Jonas to forgive her, I expected him to do so because “well why wouldn’t he??”. In season 2, Jonas was portrayed as the ex-boyfriend who was moving on and went down on girls (a great service). In season 3, he’s the best guy in the world, most supportive best friend any kid could ask for, basically he hung the moon. The audience is seeing the rest of the characters through the main’s eyes without even realising it and I think this has already been established here but now I’m thinking about how we’ll be seeing Isak through the eyes of the new main??? And I’m getting real excited???
More Undertale doodly doodles! I… I really like Undyne, so I decided to draw her again, this time with her hair down. The more I draw Undertale the more I think I'ma do small headcanons for some of the characters because… well, why not? xD
Speaking of headcanons, let’s start with Undyne here. Given that she’s some sort of fish/reptilian/amphibian?? monster, I’ve decided that she doesn’t actually have boobs in my headcanon. Given that she isn’t mammal, there isn’t really a reason for her to have any since she can’t produce milk, so yeah. I’ll probably tweak her appearance here and there to my liking as well (lighter belly and chest, orange irises, scars, so on).
But yeah, it’s small but it’s a start. I hope you guys like the drawing! She was so much fun to draw. :3
(PS: yes her jacket is based on Mass Effect’s N7. I can’t help myself ;_; )
Jensen tiredly drudges up the stairs in his Malibu home, grumpy as all hell. He just lost $2,000 at a poker game and it’s safe to say that he’s ripshit.
Although he’s not concerned about actually losing the money, being a successful movie director has set his ass up for life.
It’s just the fact that he lost. He’s a competitive fucker, always has been and always will be. It’s in his DNA.
And to add fuel to the fire, his friends refused to give him another chance to win back his money. Claiming it’s too late and they needed to call it a night. It’s only midnight for Christ’s sake. Old bastards.
Have you done any fight fics? Just curious if you have in he past, cuz I know you aren't taking requests 😄
ARE YOU GUYS TRYING TO KILL ME WITH THIS ANGST??? I’m kidding! hahaha I’m a sucker for angst (as you all probably know by now) and I think I have a few fics that you might like!
Yuuri and Victor Fight
First Fight by apollosoyuz, Gen, 2.4k The first time they fought was loud and then quiet. In which Yuuri panics and blames Viktor, and Viktor doesn’t realize the impact his petty response will have on Yuuri until it’s too late. Fluffy ending!
Break the Cycle by SigmundFreud, Explicit, 26k College AU where ex boyfriends Yuuri and Victor can’t stay away from each other. LOTS of mutual pining, arguments, miscommunication, and, of course, angst. Thumbs up!
Submerge by cryingoverspilledvodka, Mature, 38k The pining and angst is real in this one! Full of angry Yuuri and an equally frustrated Victor. Takes place after their first argument. Relationships aren’t easy, and Victor and Yuuri are no exception.
selfish by MissSpock, Gen, 1.9k “…Aren’t you going to stop me?” He hated how his voice wobbled and cracked, and he had to fight to keep the tears in his eyes. Yuuri’s brows creased. The mist had cleared from the lenses of his glasses and he looked at Victor with confused, amber eyes. “Why should I? It seems as though you’ve come to a decision.” Role reversal of ep 11. *sobs*
Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by Reiya, Explicit, 166k (WIP) Pretty sure everyone’s read this one… but if you haven’t, do! Rivals AU where Yuuri’s main goal, ever since he was a child, is to beat Victor and win the GPF. SO MUCH ANGST (like, so much) and deliciously hot, hot, hot! You might die from reading this… it’s that good. My personal favourite!
Trouble in Paradise by DarkDemon, Gen, 1.3k After their first fight as a couple, Yuuri feels absolutely horrible and tracks Viktor down at the rink so they can talk about it. Thumbs up!
turbulence by fan_nerd, Teen, 1.9k Yuuri could get frustrated and tired and impatient, but he’s never called Victor out of his name. He’s far too polite for that. The word idiot rings in Victor’s head like he’s been slapped. They fight, they make up!
Nerve Endings by Phyona, Explicit, 47k (WIP) When Yuuri moves in with Victor in St. Petersburg, they have to work through Yuuri’s anxiety and Victor’s secrets to find their balance. LOVE THIS FIC OMG!
Hold Me Tight by smudgesofink, Teen, 11k To say that Victor is touchy-feely is the understatement of the century. So when Victor just stops touching Yuuri, without explanation, without reason, it makes for a painfully jarring experience. It’s all fluff… then goes straight into the depths of angst.. *cries*
From The Moon by ButterBeerBitch, Mature, 4.8k That one time Victor finds out why Yuuri has never let him inside his bedroom because….well, we all know why… happy ending!
Of Glass and Gold by smudgesofink, Teen, 4.4k In which Victor is gold–magnificent, breathtaking, brilliant–and Yuuri is glass–transparent, thin, breakable. Great fic!
Anything You Want by Flightless_Bird, Teen, 2.6k Victor’s heart stung. He knew that he shouldn’t get annoyed when he was clearly in the wrong; but it still hurt to think that Yuuri believed a few flashing cameras were more important to Victor than him. Love this!
(☉‿☉✿) I know y’all have been craving some Viktuuri fics, even more so since it’s already ended and we have to wait for season 2. So what better way to pass time than to read some good ol’ fanfics. Here’s a list for you guys. ENJOY
Victor Nikiforov, the living legend, winner of five consecutive World Championships and five straight Grand Prix Finals - was in Yuuri’s bed. Yuuri’s bumpy, squeaky bed, with the Pokémon stickers peeling off the frame and the unwashed sheets. “Smells like you,” Victor mumbled, careful and coy.
Yuuri was on the verge of passing out.
Or that one time Victor finds out why Yuuri has never let him inside his bedroom because….well, we all know why…
Yuuri has developed a habit. Before competitions, whenever he wants to concentrate and exercise at the same time, he faces the wall, braces his forearms on it and then wiggle his hips while trying to recite over and over again his routine.
With earphones in and eyes shut, he doesn’t see the way others stare at him. Viktor does, though, and try to bring their attentions away. Phichit and Chris are little shits, as usual.
“The instructor at the local ice rink was cute. Cute with his glasses on and downright sexy with them off. And Victor just really wanted to spend some alone time with him, but there seemed to be no free time in the other’s schedule. Which left Victor considering other methods.”
In which Victor pretends he isn’t a figure skating genius all so he could talk to Yuuri.
Yuuri gets experimental and tries out something new in bed – calling Viktor “daddy” – but because of Viktor’s insecurities about aging, things go unexpectedly (and absurdly) wrong. [Not a daddy!kink fic so much as a humorous subversion.]
“Viktor, it’s your turn to throw the garbage, right?”
“Nope~ Can’t remember such an agreement~” Viktor sing-sang, tiptoeing back to their bedroom.
“Yuuri, did you eat my pint of ice cream while I was out?”
“H-Huh? No way!” Yuuri spluttered with a speck of chocolate on the corner of his lips.
With each other and Makkachin by their sides on their own cozy home with framed (stolen, random and wedding) photographs occupying most of the wall, Viktor and Yuuri couldn’t ask for more.
[Basically, just a domestic Viktuuri fluff wherein Episode 11 was resolved, both of them retired but they both applied as coaches [with Yuuri as skating tutor for kids], they got married and were now living happily in their own home with Makkachin in Spain. Alternating POVs.]
Victor remembers the confusion, hurt and rejection when he finds the empty hotel room that had once been occupied by an individual bearing the name of Katsuki Yuri hours ago, and said individual was now en route to Japan. He remembers sinking to the carpeted floor in his pajamas before returning to his own room to curl up in his comforter. He remembers Yakov coming over to help him pack with pity evident in his eyes when the check out time had long past and Victor was nowhere to be found. And all Victor could do was lie immobile on the bed with tears he thought would never end. He remembered lecturing his own self mentally, that it was ridiculous to act this way for someone you had only met once, but yet, he could not deny the fact that last night was the first time Victor had felt honestly living, relieved from the burdens and expectations as a renowned and international ice skater. Being with Yuri had felt absolutely right.
or a fic of how a heartbroken Victor had fared since that banquet and how he finally won Yuri’s heart
“Finally!” somebody shouts and Yuuri jumps. Russian Yuri stomps toward him, expression dark. “He’s on his third round of that.” Yuri jerks a thumb to the rink behind his back. “Make him stop before he hurts himself.”
Aka Yuuri says “let’s end this”, Viktor turns to melodramatic skating, they get to cry and kiss (in that order) and all is well in the end.
“Viktor…” Yuuri’s voice was low and gravelly, his teeth grazing the bend of Viktor’s neck, “Is it really okay to keep going?” His cock stirred inside of Viktor, still rock hard, still eager. The feeling of Yuuri’s semen trickling slowly out of his stretched hole made Viktor shiver, and he grabbed Yuuri’s chin in his hand, yanking his face up so that their eyes could meet.
“I’ll say this once, Yuuri. Give me everything you’ve got. Don’t stop even if I beg for you to.”
There are things Yuri isn’t proud of, regardless of how superior to everyone else he is. Few things, of course, but still there nonetheless, though he loathes exposing them. One of his regrets might be, for example, not reading the summary of Fifty Shades of Grey before his mom mentioned off-handedly, “We should watch it, Yura.” (He can never look at her in the same way again.)
Going out for Victor’s “ exciting stag night” (which is a terrible name for it, as it mostly consisted in him sitting down and watching skaters get progressively drunker as they tried to do jumps off ice on the corner of a busy street, while everyone stared) and allowing himself to be roped into a hopeless bet has just become his newest, most fresh regret.
Viktor’s voice breaks Yuuri out of his trance and he focuses on Viktor, waiting for the words to come out. But Viktor doesn’t say anything more, eyes flickering between Yuuri’s eyes and mouth, and then his finger stops moving and he pulls it back.
He looks like he has more he wants to say, but doesn’t.
Everything was so easy and real with Yuuri. Even with the lingering tension and the unspoken inevitability of separation, they somehow managed to fall back into something close to a routine, effortless conversation, easy jabs and quiet smiles and something he wanted to hold on to for the rest of his life. Home.
Or the one where Victor thinks he’s doing the right thing, manages to disappoint all the Yuris in his life, and still everything works out at the end.
It hadn’t seemed out of the ordinary at the time. Victor had always been free with his affection; throwing out compliments, light caresses, even the occasional peck to the cheek. After a little over a week of having him as his coach, Yuuri was sure he had gotten used to it. It was just a Westerner thing, no use getting riled up if Victor wasn’t going to be stopping it anytime soon.
Then it happened.
Victor likes kissing Yuuri and Yuuri is frustratingly dense
Viktor Nikiforov is a genius. He tops the level without having to study and he can perform most spells without his wand. He was the second-ever first-year Seeker in the school, and the first Slytherin one at that. He’s a Parselmouth and he’s tamed the other basilisk hidden in the school’s plumbing. He has washboard abs and really defined hipbones. He’s the only son in a long line of pureblood Slytherins and he’s half-Veela and he can speak Mermish and he was born as Voldemort’s secret daughter which is why he’s prettier than half of the girls in school and—
‘Where do you even get all these?’ Viktor asks, eyebrows drawn together in bemusement. ‘I’m not even a pureblood, I’m Muggleborn.’
But even with his hands restless by his sides and his stomach buzzing with butterflies and adrenaline and nerves, Yuuri finds that he oddly doesn’t mind the attention. Or rather, Yuuri can’t bring himself to care, for once. He’s exhausted to the bone from his performance, eyes slow and limbs heavy from running on little to no sleep for more than 24 hours now, not to mention kind of emotionally drained from his mental breakdown earlier.
If anything, Yuuri kind of wants Victor to kiss him again. Preferably right now.
“Viktor will do whatever is necessary in order to never see Yuuri cry again. He’d walk miles across broken glass. He’d relinquish all of his gold medals to JJ Leroy. He’d let Phichit hack his Instagram account.”
Viktor and Yuuri are jealous of Makkachin on multiple occasions, but the adorable brown poodle might be the only way to get them to realize their love for one another.
He can’t look away from Viktor, even when he turns and catches him staring. Truth be told, he can never look away from Viktor. Not even in the beginning; surely, not in any dimension or attic of spacetime, could Katsuki Yuuri have ever looked away from Viktor Nikiforov. And when Viktor looks back at him, smiling, it’s all that matters to him.
Viktor is growing old, and his competitors seem to be growing younger and younger. Thus, with every passing year, Viktor finds fewer familiar faces at his Grand Prix banquets, and he wonders whether his attendance has become pointless. What he doesn’t realize, however, is that one unfamiliar, alcohol-reddened face can make the whole night more than worthwhile.
(A canon-compliant retelling of the banquet in which Viktor falls head-over-heels for a certain drunk, Japanese figure skater, and Yuri Plisetsky is both displeased and incredulous).
“If anyone should feel lucky, shouldn’t it be me?” Yuuri murmured. “I mean, you’re the Viktor Nikiforov, after all. You could have anyone you want….”
Viktor let his breath fan evenly over Yuuri’s neck as he listened to his words. Though he couldn’t see it, he could imagine Yuuri’s knit brows and small frown. He tightened his grip around Yuuri’s waist and thought about what had happened earlier in the day. This was a different scenario, but Yuuri was feeling anxious and unsure again, and he needed comforting. Viktor didn’t want to mess up this time. He wanted to do things right.
Yuuri swallowed, letting his head turn back to the legend sprawled out on his bed. To the first person to reach out for him after he’d pushed them away. To the man that had taught him to love himself and taught him to want things because he could get them if only he tried.
Viktor Nikiforov is an accomplished, world famous dancer-turned-choreographer who has struck out to rekindle a spark he seems to be missing after so many years on and off the stage, only to soon find it wrapped around a stripper pole in Japan.
‘…Of all the rivalries in the world of sports over the years, perhaps none has become so legendary as that of Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov and his rival, Japanese Yuuri Katsuki…’
A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries.
Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be.
For the second time, the Sochi Grand Prix Finals arrive, and with it a reborn Yuuri Katsuki. “Viktor,” Yuuri thinks over the pounding of his heart, the crowd going silent as the music begins. “I’ll show the world what you meant to me.”
Yuuri often thinks of his life as Before and After Viktor Nikiforov, the marking point being the day Viktor swept into his life and turned his world upside-down. After many years together, an accident leads to Yuuri suddenly waking up in the Before—back in Detroit, before the GPF, before he ever knew Viktor as anything other than his childhood idol.
“Is this because I let you watch American movies as a child,” says Yakov flatly. “The ones where the popular boy gives his coat to the pretty girl?”
Victor puts up both eyebrows in a delicately mocking gesture that was unbearable when he was a fey creature of sixteen and makes Yakov yearn to clip him around the ears now, when he’s twenty-eight. “'Let’ me?” he says.
Now fully awake Victor could feel his morning wood pressing against his lover’s ass. Damn. He wondered if Yuuri would be upset if he woke the student up for a short love making session before work and school.
If Otabek were a bystander, he would see Victor Nikiforov being a ruthless coach, raising his voice at Yuri’s less than stellar free leg, It’s a normal occurrence, the older retired skater pointing out areas Yuri can work on.
But Otabek is not a bystander, and he sees the glint of a golden ring from Victor’s right hand, slipped around his ring finger like a reminder.
A reminder that Victor, estranged with nowhere else to go, was picked up by Yuri and Yakov to go back to Russia so he can have a semblance of a life back.
It had been two days since the house next door had been moved into, and today, Saturday, it seemed that whoever was going to live there had finally moved in themself. It was all anyone in the neighborhood would talk about, Morooka had even stopped by for a surprise visit so that he, Phichit, and Yuuri could watch their new neighbor from Yuuri’s kitchen window.
The only cue of someone even living in the house was the chitter of a sprinkler in both the front and back lawn.
“He’s got a pretty nice looking car, from here,” Morooka commented.
“Yeah but who has a nice car and moves into a shady house?” Phichit retorted, his question seemingly rhetorical. After a beat of silence he made a tch sound and cocked a hip, “Only pimps or rich kids running from their super sad and oppressive lives, that’s who.”
Yuuri is just a 21 yr old college student who is trying to win at life. When he gets into an argument with his roommate, Phichit, he rushes out of the apartment to make amends. The only shop he can afford is a dainty flower store in the busy city of Detroit.
Recently, it’s become a trend for students to exchange rings with their significant others. Although Yuuri is very much single and uninterested, he wears a pretty ring that mostly goes unnoticed by his peers. That is until Victor Nikiforov starts wearing an exact copy of Yuuri’s ring and flaunts it around.
After two years Viktor and Yuuri finally get married. They rent a Hotel near Detroit, in a beautiful and snowy place. Everyone’s here. The future husbands are idiots. Phichit is a best man. Christophe too. And somehow he’s even more dashing than usual. This is gonna be a merry mess.
@v-nikiforov - The handsome playboy has returned to town. Please pay special attention to my Free Skate tomorrow. ♥♥♥
There’s no way that Victor, Yuuri’s childhood idol, could be calling Yuuri a handsome playboy, just because they’d met eyes at two skating events. Besides, a total stranger had given Yuuri the tickets. It would be totally absurd.
Yuuri frowns, turning his head on the pillow. Wouldn’t it?
“Here’s the thing, see,” Victor breezes. “Yuuri mysteriously misplaced his suppressants, so now he’ll be going into heat. It’s a terrible shame, I know, but I could never leave him to deal with this on his own. I’m his alpha, remember? And his coach. And his fiancé.”
“It’s the middle of the season!” Yakov roars. “Vitya, you can’t just–”
“See you in five days!” Victor says brightly.
Then the line goes dead.
Yakov hurls his phone at the window in impotent rage, and it actually makes a bigger dent than Yurio’s did.
“I wish people would stop doing that,” Georgi sighs.
Yuuri’s neck was bright red, matching the colors of his cheeks. His eyes were half-lidded with pupils blown wide. He could try to avoid Victor all he wanted, but standing this close to the man made Yuuri lose all rational thought. Victor was like a drug, the strongest drug Yuuri knew, and he could never reject those lips.
College AU where Yuuri is a grad student addicted to fucking his ex, and Victor is secretly suffering from heartbreak.
When Yuri’s childhood crush showed up at his door, naked, full of impossible promises, the young skater didn’t even know what to think. When Yuri somehow ends up with said childhood crush in his bed, however, his body does the thinking for him.
“You look just like the poster in my room,” Yuuri slurred, barely holding himself up in Viktor’s arms, “but you have more clothes on.” He giggled. The words hit Viktor hard, and he didn’t know how much more his weak gay heart could handle. He barely even noticed Yakov leaving the room with his head cradled in his hands.
Or in other words, what really went down at the banquet last year, and what that meant for them now.
So that’s it for now! I’ll update this from time to time but here are some of the fics I found
Remember to give kudos to the authors!
UPDATED!! (January 02, 2017)
((I know that I didn’t really add a lot but I promise I still have some that I’m going to post, I just feel really lazy atm
(▰˘◡˘▰) haha whoops. I thought about making the updated fics into a separate post, sort of like a part two but eh, I decided no to. If there are some repeats from the earlier fics I rec’d let me know so that I can edit it out and also, if you want to submit a fic, please do! ◕‿◕
Okay to go more in depth with my original post on explaining why I think Shiro became Kaltenecker:
Kaltenecker was never necessary in the Space Mall episode. Sure he was chilling in the Earth store as a nod to “aliens abduct cows” or whatever, but the thing is the writers didn’t have to have the shopkeeper give the cow to Lance. In fact the only thing they needed to escape from the mall cop was the hoverboard the cow was on. So the writers could have just had the paladins take the hoverboard, but they took the cow as well. Why? Because Kaltenecker will play an important part in the following seasons.
We all know the clone Shiro theory that’s been drifting around and I totally believe that’s true. The thing I don’t agree how however, is where Black teleported Shiro. It widely accepted that Shiro got teleported to Matt but how “safe” is Matt’s location? He’s a rebel, he’s thrown into fights (as seen in the leaked clip). No the safest place to Black would be the castle ship. It has a somewhat functioning particle barrier and it’s where all the other paladins are. So maybe Black was trying to teleport Shiro into the Castle
But here is where the teleportation goes wrong. Zarkon corrupts the Black lion’s power, which causes a teleportation malfunction. As a result, Shiro does get teleported to the Castle - but now he’s inside Kaltenecker’s body. Basically, Shiro became a cow.
Why Kaltenecker? Well Shiro and Kaltenecker are really similar, which is why it was easier for the Shiro to be teleported into Kaltnecker’s body, rather than an inanimate object like a lamp or something.
They both have a black and white color scheme
Kaltenecker has a pink nose, Shiro has a pink scar on his nose. Coincidence??? I think not
The cow is a living vessel, unlike any other inanimate object
Jeremy Shada said it himself, Kaltenecker is coming back. But it makes no sense, why have the cow come back for no reason? For example, Coran has a bunch of Olkari cubes, but they haven’t come back this season. My point is, random little things from the show don’t come back without any reason. And Kaltenecker’s reason for coming back is because he’s actually Shiro. Kaltenecker’s main importance in season 4 will be the team trying to figure out how to remove Shiro from the cow.
Basically Shiro is possessing a cow’s body and can’t get help because no one can understand his moos.
Some more evidence
Now you may be saying “but we saw real Shiro fighting with Matt in that one leak!” And yes that’s true, but for all we know that can be clone Shiro fighting with him. You could argue that it’s real Shiro since he’s wearing the paladin armor, but Clone Shiro has his own black paladin armor too. He’s also seen wearing the armor in that Lance blushing leak. There is no evidence that says the Shiro that is fighting with Matt is the real one.
TLDR: The Black lion’s teleportation power screwed up and dumped Shiro’s consciousness into Kaltenecker so now Shiro is possessing a cow
The good news is that our siblings are alive. The bad news is that they have both lost their personalities. Bran is calling himself the Three-Eyed Raven. He won’t explain what that means, but he did make some very uncomfortable comments about how pretty I looked the night Ramsay raped me. Arya says that she trained to be a Faceless Man. I’m not exactly sure what that is either, but she has a bag full of skins, and I think she threatened to cut off my face. Petyr is creepy, the Northern Lords are unreliable, and I may have snapped at Brienne from the stress and then sent her to King’s Landing. I understand that you are very busy mutilating your character by inexplicably falling for the Dragon Queen despite no visible development taking place. I also understand that you, for some reason, have agreed to bend the knee because… Well, I’m not sure why. The point is, you need to come home, because the rest of our family apparently have “blame the victim” philosophies, and I am losing it.
PS: I feel the need to mention that we have far more chemistry together. Just putting all the options on the table.
This is just fluffy WinterIron. Just fluff. To make up for the tear fest that was “Moments” lol
Enjoy :) ***************
Like really, really insanely good cookies. While humming, and listening to slow music as he took over the kitchen in the Tower. He even wore an apron most times.
And really, the team didn’t know what to do about it.
Mostly because even a year and a half after Steve brought him home, Bucky was still quiet more days than not. He still wore his hair long, his chin scruffy. He hardly ever smiled, hardly ever engaged with anyone. He was never in anything other than a long sleeve because he didn’t like the attention his arm inevitably drew, even though Steve had told him at least a hundred times that no one here ever noticed. He didn’t wake up screaming with nightmares anymore, but no one ever actually saw him sleep either so…
Like, the best cookies in the world. Like thick and fluffy and packed with butter and chocolate and enough sugar to put an elephant down. And he absolutely refused to share.
In fact, no one was even allowed in the kitchen while he was baking. Clint had tried one time to scoop some cookie dough and Bucky had (accidentally) almost broken his hand.
So the team retreated, hovered outside the kitchen door and plotted ways to get to the cookies.
Steve had assured them that back in the day, Bucky had in fact been the best cook he had known, always making something in his mamas kitchen, and then cooking for Steve after his parents passed.
It didn’t matter what it was- thick, crusty bread, impossibly light pastries, and of course these amazing cookies— Bucky could make them no problem, and was happy to do every time Steve looked just the littlest bit hungry.
Of course Steve had been allergic to or at least sensitive to nearly everything back then, so little bites and nibbles was the best he could do. And now that he was a 100% healthy, super serum powered soldier who needed upwards of 4000 calories a day to keep his body running… well Steve was just as desperate as the rest of them to get his hands on some of Bucky’s cookies.
But alas, it wasn’t going to happen. Because Bucky only ever baked enough for himself, just enough to pile on a plate that he then hoarded on his lap during team movie nights, an entire gallon of milk sitting next to him because that’s how much milk it took to wash the cookies down.
Prompt: Could I request an imagine with Carlos from Disneys descendants where he uses one of Mel’s love potions to make you fall for him since you’re from Auradon and he doesn’t think you’ll go for someone like him
Note: Aaaaaaaah that’s really cute. I loooove Carlos and I’ve really been in a Descendants mood since Ways to be Wicked and What’s My Name came out.
Word Count: 742
“I need a favor.” Carlos approached Mal with a fair amount of uncertainty. At this point, he wasn’t even sure he wanted to go through with his ridiculous notion anymore. Sure, he wanted to date you, but using a love potion…he wasn’t so sure. Maybe this was a bad idea.
“With what? Your love life?” Mal didn’t even bother looking up from her book.
“How did you know?”
“Evie told me. All right, who is it? Spill.”
“Ariel and Eric’s kid,” Mal stated in disbelief and looked up at her friend. Carlos smiled sheepishly. “Well, I see why you’re here.”
“She’d never go for a guy like me. I’m just a VK.”
“You’re right. You’re just a VK. A VK that’s about to get the girl.”
Carlos found you sitting at your favorite part of the courtyard: in front of the fountain. You often sat here with your friends, but today you were there alone, watching the water. Carlos cleared his throat, took a breath, and then sat down beside you.
“Oh, hey Carlos!” You turned around to face him. His heart raced. Practicing this in his head and in front of his mirror was entirely different than actually sitting in front of you. He felt like Evie’s mom about to offer Snow White a poisoned apple. And while this wouldn’t send you into a death sleep, it was still magic.
Maybe he shouldn’t go through with this. Mal glared at him from behind a nearby tree. Right. He shouldn’t waste magic either. He had come this far, he may as well go all the way.
“So, Jay and I were baking cookies, and we were wondering if you wanted some?”
“What kind of cookies?”
“Chocolate chip.” He held up the plastic baggie.
“Thanks, Carlos, that’s really sweet of you.” You accepted a cookie and took a bite. It was warm and chewy and the chocolate just about melted in your mouth.
“H-how are they?”
“I think…I think this is the best cookie I’ve ever had.” You couldn’t explain the feeling that washed over you. It was a sort of euphoria. Your vision was fuzzy, your hearing was muffled, and for a few long moments, all you could think about was Carlos.
When had he gotten so cute? Had he always been this attractive? No, you would have noticed.
Suddenly, your senses returned to you, and Carlos was still there, a mix of concern and guilt strewn across his handsome features.
“What’s wrong Carlos?”
“Are…are you okay?”
“I feel…Great. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good in my entire life. Carlos, have you always been this handsome?”
“Um…yes?” He hesitated, hastily stuffing the rest of the cookies back into his bag. If one bite had done this to you, there was no telling what the rest of them would do. You slipped your hand into his, intertwining your fingers. “So do you want to go see a movie or something?”
“I’d love to.”
The love spell lasted about a week. When you finally woke up from it, your feelings for Carlos had definitely dulled a little. You weren’t obsessed with him anymore. But, you had always harbored a crush on him, he had just been too timid to ask you out because…well, you weren’t sure why. He had relied on magic when he could have done it without the aid.
You approached him at lunch. He was sitting with Jay, Mal, Evie, and Ben.
“Carlos, we need to talk.” You offered a small smile. He nodded, folding up his lunch box before getting up to follow you. Once you were out of sight of the others, you hugged him, taking him by surprise. Hesitantly, his arms wrapped around you.
“What’s this about?”
“I know you spelled me.” When the words came out, you only hugged him tighter. Carlos’ heart raced. This was it. It was over, then. You wouldn’t want him anymore. “But I liked you before the love potion, and I still like you now.”
“You…did. You do.” He paused. “This is news to me. So…you still want to go out, then?”
“Yes, Carlos, I still want to go out with you.” You pulled away to look at him. Even without the love potion filtering your sight, he was still just as handsome as you remembered. Your eyes flicked down to his lips. You wondered if they were as soft as they looked.
Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by Reiya (197k) Explicit ‘…Of all the rivalries in the world of sports over the years, perhaps none has become so legendary as that of Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov and his rival, Japanese Yuuri Katsuki…’ A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries. Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be. Comment: Absolutely legendary fic in the fandom, but be warned, its like wading through a sea of angst and feelings. So many feelings.
Masquerade by Ashida (54k) Explicit “Just say the word.” came the whisper as Victor stepped close, behind them Yuuri was aware of guns out and at the ready, of confused men and questioned loyalties, here Victor was offering, and Yuuri was too selfish to say no. “Ok.” Yuuri smiled as this game of masquerade came to an end, what would happen now, he didn’t know, he would probably die, his family would come after him and try to put a knife in his back or a bullet between his eyes, none of it mattered, because together they would fight, and the rest of the world would finally burn.
powerandpathos (77k (WIP)) Explicit
Yuuri wanted the reporters to leave knowing
one thing: That he had found Viktor in a way that they had not; that Viktor was
his in the same way that he was not theirs: utterly, entirely, completely.
Yuuri has won the Grand Prix, which was
everything he thought he wanted. But for Yuuri, an end to skating could mean an
end with Viktor, and when two female skaters approach them with an offer that
could make them or break them, they are put to the test more than ever. Can
they rise higher than they already have?
BTS REACTION - Finding out you can’t eat with chopsticks
Jin would be so caught up in his own food that for a while he wouldn’t even notice the trouble you were having. When he does, though, he’ll quickly offer his help, scooting his chair closer to yours and feeding you both from his bowl with well practiced hands. Admittedly he’s not the fairest of sharers; you’re sure his mouthful are bigger than yours and that he’s sneaking extras when you’re not looking.
“One for you Jagi, and two for me!”
Yoongi always keeps a close eye on you at mealtimes, though you never realise it. He just wants to make sure you’re looking after yourself and eating enough, so when one night you sit playing with your food he very quickly notices it. He asks why you’re not eating, and when you blush and quietly explain that you don’t know how, Yoongi doesn’t hesitate to summon a waiter and request a knife and fork for you instead.
“Don’t worry what anyone thinks, your health is more important.”
You’ve always struggled a little when using chopsticks; skilled enough to manage larger pieces of food but always faltering when it comes to rice or noodles or anything fiddly. Unfortunately it’s rice that’s on the menu during your first meal with the whole group, and when you manage to spill a whole mouthful on your lap you feel your cheeks start to blaze with embarrassment. Luckily, Hobi’s right on it, distracting any attention away from you by pinching it up grain by grain from your skirt like a monkey picking fleas and making the noises to match.
“Ah, see how she feeds me? My baby’s so thoughtful.”
You’d confessed to your ineptitude when it came to using chopsticks the very moment Namjoon had told you about the upcoming meal with the BigHit executives you were expected to attend. As predicted your boyfriend immediately took it upon himself to teach you the new skill, patiently showing you the exact way to hold each stick to achieve maximum dexterity and making you practice again and again under his tutelage.
“You’re a fast learner, aren’t you baby? Just try moving your hand back - that’s it!”
(I know it’s not really a suitable gif but it was just too cute not to)
Jimin hadn’t even given it a second thought that there wasn’t anything other than chopsticks to eat with in the house; he’d always just presumed that you knew how to use them because, well, why wouldn’t you? It comes to a complete surprise to him when you start to huff and pout over your plate, getting increasingly frustrated as food keeps falling on its way to your mouth. Jimin thinks it’s adorable, but you’re not so amused when he starts to giggle and pinch your cheeks.
“You’re so cute Jagi! Here, look, I’ll help you. Don’t get mad.”
This was the first time you’d met the rest of Taehyung’s group, and though it’s only an informal dinner at the dorm you still want to make a good impression. That’s why when Jin lays the table with chopsticks your heart starts to sink, and sure enough half an hour later you’re sat glaring at your bowl, almost trying to will the food into your mouth rather than struggle. With a sigh, and knowing your hands are clean, you eventually give in and start to eat entirely with your fingers, trying to ignore the looks being passed between the others. Luckily, Tae joins in right next to you, moulding his rice into balls before shoving them into his mouth two at a time, grinning.
“This is more fun anyway, right? Guys, isn’t she perfect for me?”
Whoever invented the idea of sharing platters? Especially sharing platters when the only utensils you have are ones you’re notoriously bad with. Jungkook watches as you pick up and drop a slice of meat at least three times, finally thinking you’ve gotten it and then slipping again, this time right on the tablecloth. You stammer your apologies to his parents, flushing when your boyfriend gently kisses your cheek and takes your bowl, filling it with thin slices of beef and rice like a gentleman.
“What else would you like, Noona? I’ll get it for you.”