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A;N: So, hello! This is kind of different for me, I’m well aware of that, but I had the idea in my head and I couldn’t let it go! This is an AU as Stiles is not in BH, he’s in his senior year of college! Please let me know what you think. Hope you enjoy xo Lau

Pairing: StilesxReader

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Explicit Content.

Word count: .10, 810

Listen to me.

One week to Kirstie’s wedding.  

You groaned as you slid into the pleather booth at the local diner, glancing at your phone. Ten till two and he said he’d be here at two. Guess I better get a coffee then. You flagged the waitress, ordering a latte as you sat and scrolled through your phone, looking at the date your bridesmaid dress was supposed to arrive. Why did you leave getting your dress until so late, you always leave everything until it’s so late. You sighed to yourself as the waitress brought your coffee, a wide grin on her face. You smiled back as you looked out the window, watching as Mike walked past the window.

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Side to Side

Pairing: Tom Holland!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Prompts: None

Word Count: 2465

Warning(s): Some swear words, slight smut (Nothing crazy but it goes there)

Requests: I have like 10 followers so like none of you pay attention to me (jk jk you guys are cool)

Song: Side to Side  (duh) by Ariana Grande

Author’s Note: This is kinda crap but I’m totally obsessed with Tom Holland and Spider-Man Homecoming so come on this wild ride and be trash with me! Give me feedback please I promise I’ll get to it in like 10 years

Summary: Reader and Peter (slant rhyme woo) are friends and both on the Avengers. They’re training in the gym and things get s t e a m y…

Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

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‘’Why is she wearing my hoodie?’’

A/N: Here is just another fluff bomb for you all, hope you it! Please let me know what you think. Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes

Pairings: Bucky X Reader

Prompt: Bucky tries to figure out the reason behind his missing hoodie one day, relishing in the idea that might be a win-win situation for both of you.. but what might that lead to? 

Warnings: Fluff overload

Word count: 3745

Originally posted by snowfox934

It all started out innocently enough, on a monday evening after a return home from a particularly difficult mission. Your feet brushed against the cold kitchen tiles, a shiver trailing through your body as you made your way to the fridge for a late night snack. You grabbed a plate of brownies, showing the fridge close with your elbow before making your way to the television room.

You were surprised to find it empty, smiling to yourself as you relished in the idea of being able to pick a movie for once as you planted yourself on the couch. You placed the plate on the sofa table, bringing a brownie to your mouth as you browsed through the selection available on Netflix until you found something of your liking. Another shiver trailed down your spine, your body being tired and drained of energy from the mission and you reached over to the blanket at and brought it over your legs. Your eyes landed on a grey hoodie, figuring it was Steve’s you contently threw it over your shoulders and enjoyed the warmth and smell of the large garment that covered your figure.

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Watercolor Tutorial
EYES, NOSE, LIPS: You have to make a sketch of it first, then use pen for outlines and make sure that it is waterproof to avoid unexpected errors. Mix colors of your choice. Wet on wet technique is the key to mix it properly. Use white Signo Pen for highlights.

Burnt, brown, red, yellow and orange.
You can use both wet on wet and wet on dry technique. It is depends on your art style.

WET ON WET: Laying one color over another before it gets dry. This technique usually used for galaxy painting.

WET ON DRY: Waiting for the first color to dry completely before laying another color.

GRADIENT: Start off with dark tone and continue on laying your brush until you achieve a fading effects.

DRY BRUSH: Your brush should be slightly wet.

First layer for petal, shape the drops, put shadows and highlights. Use white signo pen for reflection.

More water to the color the lighter it gets

Thank you! I hope this will help you 😍

Things Saitama Has to Deal With
  • Having a cyborg as an alarm clock
  • Random bursts of loud shouting by Genos
  • The inability to ever tell his disciple “No”
  • Sometimes being stuck underneath a blazing furnace when he wakes up in the morning
  • A weakness for golden eyes
  • Keeping Genos from killing a bitch whenever someone insults Caped Baldy 
  • The constant smell of sardines in the fridge
  • The sexualization of a pink apron
  • Having to continually remind Genos to tone it down by like a thousand
  • Being stared at. Like all the time. 
  • The oddity that is teenage angst
  • The ridiculous and near constant desire to kiss the cyborg senseless
  • Having someone tagging along everywhere he goes and secretly liking it
  • People being genuinely frightened by Demon Cyborg but not being able to understand why because all Saitama sees is a 19 year old that hates wet socks
  • Making sure Genos doesn’t die on a daily basis
  • Having a fucking gorgeous model as a roommate and disciple and boyfriend 
  • Having to manage damage control whenever Genos roasts someone’s entire existence 
  • Oil stains. Everywhere.
  • Low key freaking out whenever he finds Genos in pieces after a battle
  • His heart doing a stupid thing whenever Genos smiles at him
  • Having to endure the fact that Genos often takes jokes at face value
  • His shirts being stolen and subsequently ripped of their sleeves 
  • The occasional need to cheer up a disheartened and broken orphan 
  • Waking up next to the most beautiful thing in the world every single day   
❝ You are really perfect ❞

Plot:  You and Jimin fights, he calls you clingy and annoying and says he hates when you steal his clothes. So you begin to act “cold”, because you don’t want to be clingy and annoying, first he didn’t realise you stopped doing that but then he does and feels guilty and sad and you can keep going from that, so he makes it up to you.

Pairing: JiminxReader

Words count: 2,3k+

Genre: Slighty angst/Fluff in the end 

For anon, I hope you like it! - M. 

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

Everyone at the Big Hit building knew you, so when you came with snacks for everyone they could not do anything but love you even more.  

Immediately one of BTS’ manager told you that they were in the rehearsal room, so smiling you did a deep bow as a thanksgiving and you headed to the rehearsal room.  

It was the first time you visited the new building, but fortunately, a gentle lady pointed you in the direction you had to follow. They were all so polite and kind that you almost felt a rude person in comparison, even though your boyfriend kept saying you were the best person he had ever known.  

Trying not to drop anything, you didn’t want to waste the morning you spent cooking leaving the food on the ground, you’d better squeeze the heat bag in your hand and knocked gently on the blown glass door that divided the rest of the world from the Bangtan.  

A “c'mon” practically screamed at lungs gave you permission to enter and making, even more, attention you opened the door and entered, recognizing immediately Jungkook’s and Taehyung screams that greeted you enthusiastically.  

“Noooooona!” Jungkook ran to help you, perhaps more interested in the food than your presence but you could understand it. Surely they were practicing for hours and they had to be all hungry.  

“Hi Kookie, yes you can bring away the food….” You giggled as you approached the rest of the group, already trying to check what was in the bag. Check and scream of joy, because it was all homemade food and already just opening the zipper the scent was flared out.  

You’d fix better Jimin’s T-shirt you wore, you slipped it into skinny jeans because you were smaller and even lower than him, noticing only at that moment the slightly detached look of your boyfriend. Jimin wasn’t looking at you and it was almost a surprise because his smile was always the first thing to welcome you when you went to spend some time with them.  

“Aigoooo, Y/N, you cook better than Jin Hyung!” The voice of the leader rang in the room, making you laugh as you sat next to the pink-haired boy. You caressed his forearm, but the smile he made was visibly pulled so that you could be worried that something had happened before you arrived.  

He hadn’t touched food yet and didn’t seem intent on doing it, which pushed you to ask him what was going on.  

“Hey.. Something wrong, Chiminnie? ”  


You flinched slightly feeling his blunt response, while with the corner of the eye you would notice Namjoon’s gaze on you. He seemed worried and this did nothing but confirm your concerns.  

“Are you sure..?”  

“Y/N; Stop. I said there’s nothing wrong, can you just worry about your business for once?  

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For the lovey @miyeongi-cutie who suggested a bakery AU that I am OBSESSED WITH!!! Hope you like it! 🖤
“So where are we going again?” Shiro asked as he threw an arm around Keith’s neck, drawing him in and ruffling his hair.
“Hey, stop it! Get off!” Keith ducked out from his grip and shoved him away, trying to fix his hair. “Why are you like this, you’re so annoying!” Shiro chuckled and nudged him with his elbow. “I’m your big brother. It’s my job to annoy you. Now, answer the question.”
Keith rolled his eyes and muttered “Adopted brother. Anyway, we’re going to this cafe or bakery place that Pidge won’t stop talking about. Says their coffee is really good and the food is ‘better than free wifi.’”
Shiro raised his eyebrows until they nearly disappeared under his tuff of hair.
“Better than free wifi? Pidge said that? Huh, wow. They must be really good then.”
Keith hummed in agreement and stuffed his hands in his red jacket, pulling it closer. Shiro smiled at the action zipped up his black and gray jacket, burying his nose into it.

It was late fall, and the breeze held a chilly bit. The wind whispered of winter, and the trees had begun to shed their leaves, some of which where floating in the air, softly floating the the ground. Shiro was enjoying the slight crunch they made when he stepped on them when Keith grabbed his arm.
“Hey, I think this is it.”
Shiro stopped and observed the building before them. It was a simple building, one that you could easily pass if you weren’t looking for it. The building was made out of worn brick, with a chalkboard sign in front the entrance that read: ‘Welcome to Voltron! Please do not touch pastries with your hands. Use your tongue.’ Shiro chuckled at the sign while Keith just stared.
“What kind of a name is Voltron?”
Shiro shrugged.
“I have no idea, but you have to admit, it is a pretty unique name that would be hard to forget. Now come on, I’m getting hungry.”
Shiro opened the door and was immediately hit with a wall of delicate dents of vanilla, sugar, cinnamon, the roast of coffee beans, and other heavenly scents. Keith moaned at the smell and Shiro couldn’t blame him. The smell almost made him weak in the knees.

They walked into the shop and looked around. It was a very cozy cafe. Their were multiple colored booths and chairs and even beanbags, coming in black, blue, red, green, and yellow. They was stools along the bar, and there was a glass case full of desserts and pastries that had Shiro’s mouth watering. Shiro was about to press his face right up against the glass when I kind voice greeted them.
“Hey! Welcome to Voltron!”
Keith and Shiro turned toward the voice and saw a bolder of man in its place. He was wearing cargo shorts and a yellow shirt accompanied with a yellow apron. His hair was tied back with a bandana, and had a name rage that read ‘Hunk.’ Keith read it and arched an eyebrow at him, and Hunk just laughed.
“Yeah, before you ask, it’s real. Everybody calls me that.”
Shiro smiled and greeted him. “It’s nice to meet you Hunk. My name’s Shiro and this is Keith. Pidge suggested this place and highly recommended it.”
Hunk’s eyes lit up and gave them a beaming smile. “Oh Pidge! Yeah I know them! Me and Lance have become friends with them because they come so much. Oh! And Lance is the pastry king. I’m the coffee master, so it evens out.”
Shiro nodded and turned his attention to Keith. “Hey Keith, do you-Keith?”
Keith was not listening to either of them, eyes glued to a small white cup on the register, face furiously red. Shiro looked at him with a confused look before picking up the cup that was causing Keith’s dilemma. When Shiro read the cup, he sputtered and started laughing loudly, cheeks slightly flushing.
Hunk cocked his head. “What? What is it?”
Shiro turned the cup to Hunk, who could clearly read the font in neat loopy handwriting: “Just put your tip in here. See how it feels.” Hunk immediately paled and then change to a shade of purple then red. He quickly grabbed the cup and threw it away.
They were able to hear mad cackling in the back of the cafe where the kitchen was. Hunk turned back to them, straightening his apron, flush still on his cheeks.
“I’m so sorry, that won’t happen again. So, uh, what would you like to order?”

Shiro peered at the menu, tapping a finger against his chin. He looked at Keith who just shrugged, as lost as he was.
Shiro turned back to Hunk. “What do you recommend?”
Hunk’s eyes lit up and he clapped his hands together.
“Oh man, where do I start? Everything Lance makes is amazing. Hmm, let’s go with something exotic. How about miguelitos and tarta de Santiago?”
Keith furrowed his brow. “What the heck are those?”
Hunk chuckled.
“Oh yeah, sorry miguelitos is this pastry that is made up of like a million thin pastry layers and each layer is filled with chocolate or cream. It’s then dusted with powdered sugar. Tarta de Santiago is a really thin, moist almond cake. Powdered sugar is on top of it as well. As you probably guessed, their both Hispanic desserts. Lance likes to show off his heritage.”

Shiro hummed gave him a smile. “Alright! We’ll get both of those, and I’ll get an espresso. Keith?”
Keith looked at the menu again. “Do you have soy milk?”
Hunk nodded and smile.
“Okay, I’ll just have a hot chocolate. With extra whipped cream on top.”
Shiro chuckled.
Keith glared at him. “What?”
“Oh nothing, nothing! Just glad to see my little brother growing up.”
Shiro laughed hard as Keith flushed and punched him in the arm as he paid Hunk.

He put the change into the new tip cup and went to sit down at table in the corner. It wasn’t long before they had sat down when Hunk brought them their food, perfectly balancing them on a small tray.
“Order up! I hope you like it!” Hunk sent them a smile and went back to the counter.
Shiro looked at the coffee and food and inhaled deeply, the smell making his mouth water.
“Let’s not waste anymore time! Let’s dig in!” Keith and Shiro both reached for the miguelitos and popped it in their mouths. Shiro’s eyes fluttered closed as the pastry melted in his mouth, and chocolate covered every taste bud. He almost had to stifle a moan. And Keith wasn’t in any better shape. He was looking at the patty in awe, as if it held the secrets to the universe. He quickly looked up at Shiro.
“Wanna try the tarta thingy?”
“Oh heck yeah.”
Shiro and Keith both picked up a slice, gave a mock cheers, and bit into it with a crisp crunch. However, as soon as the cake met their tongues, it practically melted away. Keith grabbed both pastures and shoved them in his mouth at the same time.
“I am in heaven.”
Shiro opened his mouth to agree, when an excited voice cut him off.

“HUNK!! HUNK, I DID IT!! You’ve got to try this! I’ve combined a churro and a cupcake into one blessed love child!”
Shiro turned toward the voice, laughing with amusement in his eyes. He went to take a drink of his coffee, but that’s when he laid eyes on the excited baker. Shiro chocked on his coffee, spraying across the room and spluttering the hot liquid out of his lungs.
“Holy shit! Are you alright Shiro?”
Shiro ignored Keith’s concern and whipped around to get a better view of the baker. Said baker had warm mocha skin, as rich as the coffee he was drinking. His hair was a warm chocolate, shaggy and barely reaching the top of his eyes. And his eyes. Oh god his eyes. They were the deepest blue Shiro had ever seen, reminding him of the ocean and they were so bright with life and energy. And he was covered with flour, which Shiro found absolutely adorable. It was covering the front of his apron and was even smeared across one of his cheeks, and Shiro wanted nothing more than to brush it away with his thumb.
Keith waved a hand in front of Shiro’s face, who just knocked it out the way, leaning out of his seat. Keith followed his gaze and let out a long sigh when he realized what he was staring at. Keith kicked him in the shin, finally getting his attention.
“Seriously Shiro? Can please control your emotions.”
Shiro gave him a small pout, but still turned toward the boy. “Keith, oh Keith. He’s so pretty. No, gorgeous. Did you see his eyes? They’re so blue and beautiful.”
Keith groaned and dropped his head on the table.
“Shiro we came here to try the food, not try the baker.”
“I’m not complaining.”

Shiro ignored his scandalous tone and continued to stare at the baker who was talking animatedly about his new creation, hands flying everywhere. Keith let out another long sigh and sat back in his chair.
“I am not ready for all this pining. You’re a mess Shiro. Remind me the curse Pidge for suggesting this place.”
“Well remind me to thank Pidge.”
Shiro then stepped out of his chair, walking toward the duo.
“S-Shiro?! Where are you going?”
Shiro tossed him a grin over his shoulder.
“Well, in going to introduce myself and give my compliments to the chef. Don’t want to be rude!”
Keith groaned and lightly banged his head on his table, cursing everything, especially Pidge. Somehow he knew they had set this up. He was going kill that gremlin. As soon he could get Shiro away from that baker who was throwing Shiro fingers guns along with a smirk. Keith groaned again. He had a feeling he would back to this cafe again. A lot.

Jeremy's Insecurities

lat479 submitted to softsquip:

For anon and softsquip -

“Good morning Jeremy, it is currently six am Eastern time. Getting up now will ensure the perfect amount of time for you to get to school on schedule. Today the projected temperature is a high of seventy, and low of sixty-five, I recommend a light tee-shirt and a jacket in case of an unpredicted chill-” The Squip’s daily morning monologue is cut off by a groan, Jeremy pushing the sheets off of himself as he sits up.

“How are you worse than an alarm clock?!” The teen asks as he rubs the sleep from his eyes.

“Perhaps it’s because I’ve been causing a flux in your sleep cycle since five to insure that you would- Jeremy what are you doing?” They ask, sounding distressed, or as distressed as a computer could be. Jeremy pauses in pulling a shirt on, looking over to where the Squip had projected itself, quirking a brow at the disappointment conveyed through the crossed arms.

“What?” Jeremy asks when the other doesn’t answer, remaining silent.

“Jeremy the last time you took a shower was three mornings ago- when I reminded you to take a shower last night because we both know you don’t like showering in the morning you promised you would shower this morning.” The Squip answers, eyeing Jeremy with a critical look.

“I was thinking that I could just do it after school-” Jeremy’s protests are cut off by the ongoing silence from the Squip. Jeremy groans, dropping the shirt onto his bed. “Fiiiiine.” Jeremy makes his way across the hall to the bathroom.

“Don’t forget to clean everywhere!” The Squip chimes in, glad to have their way. Regardless of the obvious fact that the Squip was a part of Jeremy’s mind they allowed their physical projection to remain in the teen’s bedroom for his sake.

Once Jeremy has returned from the shower he gets dressed. The Squip put a mental check near getting ready, they start to look into what Jeremy would have for the perfect meal when they notice that Jeremy is taking the shirt he had on off in a upset manner.

“Jeremy what are you-”

“Everything about me is.. just terrible” Jeremy murmurs, voice cracking as he stares at himself in the mirror. Suddenly the Squip’s entire checklist goes out the window as the main focus becomes terminating Jeremy’s awful mindset. They walk closer to Jeremy, pulling him in for a hug.

“Jeremy you are wonderful, nothing about you is terrible..” the Squip consuls in a soothing tone. Jeremy lets out a shuddered breath, on the verge of tears. Alarm bells are suddenly going off in their head and all the Squip can think is, don’t cry, over and over. “Shhh Jeremy everything going to be ok. Let’s finish getting dressed so we can go to school and see Michael.” They continue using the calming tone.

By the time Jeremy is out the front door he is fed and on track to cheering up. A simple reminder that there was a new Apocalypse of the Damned was enough to have Jeremy humming the game’s theme as he made his way to the bus stop.

When Jeremy walks into school Michael is instantly at Jeremy’s side, talking animatedly about the game. Once they have both begun to talk about the game and the other topics that are common with the pair, the Squip stands apart from Jeremy watching him with a careful eye. Though the boy looks happy the Squip can tell that he’s an insult or misplaced laugh away from crumpling again. They figure a daily confidence boosting session into Jeremy’s morning schedule. It was going to be a lot of work but this was their objective, Jeremy’s happiness.

anonymous asked:

“This movie is really scary, but you’re into it so I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?” with Peter Parker, can he be the one that's scared while the reader actually loves scary movies??? I think that would be funny lol

Originally posted by tony-starkes

*Changed the prompt a bit*

“Dude! You won’t believe what happened!” Peter whisper-shouted while approaching Ned next to his locker. He had to pause for a breath of air before continuing in an excited tone. “I got a date with Y/n.”

Ned’s eyes widened before his lips curled into a smirk. “No way, Parker. There’s no way you asked her out.” He laughed, thinking of the time Peter almost threw up out of nerves before his last attempt of inviting you on a date.

Peter scowled slightly. “You’re lack of faith in me is actually sad. But you’re right, I didn’t ask her out. She asked me.” He finished, grinning with bright eyes.

“I knew it. She’s totally got a thing for you man!” Ned laughed as Peter wore a proud smirk. “So what’s the deal? Dinner and a movie or…?”

“Just a movie. She wanted to go see something called ‘The Bye-Bye Man.’ Not sure what it’s about really, but I’m so excited. Hopefully we’ll get to talk a lot afterwards and maybe get to know each other better - what’s with the face Ned?” Peter cut himself off once he saw the grimace that had replaced Ned’s smile.

“Oh-uh. You do know that ‘Bye-Bye Man’ is a horror movie. Right?” Ned asked, trying not to rip the band-aid off and spoil Peter’s mood.

“Horror? Are you sure?” Peter gulped, attempting not to panic at the thought of embarrassing himself in front of a girl he really, really liked.

Ned sighed and brought his phone out of his pocket; rapidly typing into the search bar before selecting a photo of the movie poster and flipping his phone towards his friend.

Now it was Peter’s turn to grimace. “Shit.”

You were standing outside the movie theatre with two tickets in your hand, trying to deflect any nervous feelings invading your thoughts. You had finally worked up just enough courage to ask your crush out; leaving little bravery left to take with you on the actual date.

“H-Hey Y/n.” Peter offered you a small wave before wiping both his hands on his jeans, gazing at the ticket counter. “What showing are we going to?” He coughed.

“Oh. 7:45. I already got the tickets. Hope you don’t mind.” You smiled, proudly holding up the two pieces of paper before watching his face fall slightly. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re not letting me be all chivalrous and stuff. The guy’s not supposed to let the girl pay.” He said, crossing his arms in mock anger.

“Well, consider this my treat. I mean, I did ask you out after all.” You smiled while leading Peter inside; cool air rushing in to surround you.

“Why thank you.” He bowed slightly, mocking a British accent.

You giggled before lacing your fingers through his. “The pleasure is all mine.”

The two of you stood in line for a good fifteen minutes before getting a large popcorn and two drinks (which Peter demanded he bought) before heading towards your designated theatre and sitting down in two open seats.

Peter immediately felt the panic set in as the lights dimmed and the trailers ran their course. He knew how much you loved horror films and he definitely didn’t want to ruin this one for you since you seemed so excited.

Throughout the movie itself, you noticed how Peter’s knuckles turned white as he gripped his drink or how he seemed to tighten his lips in fear of letting out a shriek. He even went to cover his eyes a couple times before shoving his hands back down to his lap.

You had tapped him on the shoulder several times to ask how he was doing and if he wanted to leave but he declined. Not soon after, the movie had come to a close and the credits began to rolled.

With worried eyes, you turned towards Peter, holding back a giggle at his wide eyes and slightly opened mouth. “Did you enjoy it?” You questioned, snapping him back into reality.

He cleared his throat and sat up straighter. “Yeah. Great movie. Particularly enjoyed the special effects.” He nodded, refusing to meet your gaze.

“Hey.” You gently placed your hand on his arm, making him finally turn in your direction. “It’s okay to be afraid Peter.” You smiled softly.

“Pff. Me? No. I-I’m good…” He looked away before fiddling with his hands. “Yeah. I was afraid.”

“Well why didn’t you tell me. We could’ve left if you wanted-”

“No.” He cut you off before sighing and grimacing slightly. “This movie was really scary, but you were into it so I was trying not to cover my face the whole time. I didn’t want you to change your plans for my stupid fears.”

“Okay. Let’s make a plan.” You nodded at Peter, making sure he was listening. “Anytime you feel afraid from now on, just tell me. I won’t think of you as anything less than amazing Peter.”

You grabbed his hand as a blush took over his cheeks. Maybe he would learn to like horror movies.

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Actor!AU Headcanons

I mentioned in the tags of this post that I had an actor!AU for ffxv… and I wish to share my headcanons with you.

  • Ardyn is nothing like the character he portrays. He’s a really good actor, the rest of the cast really likes him because he’s actually a really cool guy when he’s not The Accursed.
  • @oceanicchimera yes, King!Noctis and Ardyn do dance sometimes off-set. But it’s more along the lines of the dance competition from Guardians of the Galaxy because they’re both dorks who can’t dance.
  • Ravus is the one who messes up his lines the most, with Noctis at a close second. 
  • See, Ravus is also nothing like the character he portrays. Ravus is really chill. Ravus really hates wearing that singular colored contact. Makes his eye itch.
  • Ravus and Luna are still related, but they’re cousins instead of brother and sister. (Gladio and Iris are still bro and sis)
  • Ignis is the biggest prankster on set. As in, Prompto walked into his trailer at one point and it was just completely filled with balloons. There must have been a hundred of them. He’s very exasperated.
  • Gladio’s tattoo is just stage makeup, but after the movie he considers getting the tattoo for real. It’s badass.
  • Ignis: “What do you mean I go blind offscreen?”
  • King!Noct always trips over something because the shoes on his outfit have no traction whatsoever.
  • Everyone on set jokingly calls the movie “Bachelor Party Gone Wrong”
  • The cup noodle thing with Gladio was a complete accident. There was a scene where he was asked what his favorite food is, and instead of saying something along the lines of “a hearty steak, medium well,” he forgot and said “a hearty bowl of cup noodles, boiled to perfection, with the absolute best ingredients” and everyone else stayed in character for the scene. It was so hilarious that the producers decided to leave it in. Edits to the script were made. 
  • ^^The stage direction “angrily eat cup noodles” was created from this. 
  • Noctis had a lot of trouble during the Leviathan fight because something was always wrong with the robotic rig and it would randomly lock up and stop. There’s one take in particular that’s going very well until Noctis abruptly gets out of shot. The camera moves back to him hanging there, slowly zooming in on the betrayed look on his face.
  • Whenever Prompto messes up his lines, he either continues in whatever tone he was carrying while saying increasingly hilarious things or slaps a hand to his forehead and lets out a very soft scream (anguished noise)
  • Ignis, right before Noctis comes on set for the reunion scene: “Ten years ago I lost my dear friend Noctis” / “Quit telling everyone I’m dead!” / “Sometimes I can still hear his voice.”
  • Gladio was swinging his sword for a fight scene, but he swung it too hard and it literally just snapped in half. He stopped for a second, then turned and looked directly at the camera, mouthing the words “I’m so sorry”
  • Prompto goes “pew pew” and “bang bang” whenever he shoots his gun (like Harrison Ford and Han Solo)
  • Regis reads the script and he’s like, “Oh… I die… what…. what a surprise………” (Regis is like the Sean Bean of our world, his character always dies)
  • The bros are exactly like their real-life VAs on social media. They answer all kinds of questions and it’s great.
  • Ravus has a tumblr account, but there’s only one post, and it’s this one. There are no tags. The title of the blog is, simply, “Sycophancy.” (He was very amused with Ardyn’s line.) There’s no description. His url is akin to those of the bots that wander the site. He follows several blogs, but does not interact with any posts. No likes, no reblogs. He’s the fandom phantom.
  • Ardyn is like the Sebastian Stan in the social media. He provides the fandom with his own sad headcanons about his character like Seb does with Bucky. (Except Ardyn is very avid on the fact that he is the villain)
  • Sometimes the cast will get together post-movie premiere and do dramatic readings of fanfiction they found

@destinyapostasy‘s gorgeous rendition of Astraeus/Arlu’vunen, and their immense mane of hair [x]

Closing Time - TFCFansgive fic

This is the fic that I did for @curlyhairedneil through @tfcfansgive. Hopefully this turned out alright!! I won’t lie, I really super struggled with the prompt, because we all know I’m not one for fluff writing, but this was… admittedly a lot of fun once I finally figured out where I wanted the story to go.


Neil doesn’t know what to do on a snow day. Not that he considers this much of one. There’s barely a dusting on the ground, hardly enough to even call it snow. It’ll be gone by tomorrow morning, if not later this evening. He doesn’t get it. Classes – canceled. The whole school – shut down. Even Wymack, the betrayer, had called off Exy practice for the day. It’s not that Neil doesn’t get that, regionally, this is a lot of snow. It’s not even an inch, but to people who live here, who make a home in the south east, this is an abomination. Neil’s been here for three years – has called himself a Fox for three years, holy shit – and they’ve never called a snow day before. It’s unprecedented.

And yet all Neil can see when he looks out the dorm window is a lack of ice and perfect running conditions.

“We’re not going out there,” Andrew says from his spot on one of the bean bags. Kevin is at his desk doing homework. He’s been grumbling for the past fifteen minutes about stubborn coaches and unreasonable fathers. Apparently, not even Kevin could win Wymack over. The court is closed to them.

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Bucky Request

Could you write a Bucky x Reader fic where the reader is being tortured in front of Bucky and Bucky can’t do anything to stop it and later when the reader is patched up and really banged up Bucky feels super bad and it’s really fluffy? Thanks so much!!

You woke up and found a bag over your head, only fractions of light seeped in from the little tears in the fabric. You stayed silent, letting your ears focus and listen to the sounds around you. By what you heard there were four guards in the room. You heard a door open and close before you heard the female voice. “Take the bag’s off,” the bag on your head was ripped off and you closed your eyes in pain as the light hit them suddenly. When you finally opened them again the first thing you saw was Bucky across from you. He was tied up like you were but they were smart enough to put his metal arm in an electromagnet that kept it held in place.

“Y/N,” his eyes widened from worry and relief. Worry because they had taken you too and relief that you were at least ok after the ambush the two of you had been caught in.

“Agent Y/L/N and The Winter Soldier,” the woman said. “I have to admit, I didn’t think they’d send HYDRA’s puppet and his girlfriend to gather intel. Lucky me that we got a tip off just before you left to come to my base,” she smirked. “It gave us just enough time to get ready.”

“Who are you? What do you want?,” you asked.

“I am in charge of this base; you can call me Mills. And what I want is simple: tell me why you were sent to this base for and what you know.”

“Go to hell,” Bucky spat.

“Original. How about you, Y/L/N, anything you’d like to add to the discussion?”

“I’m not telling you anything.”

“I was hoping we could do this the easy way,” she said walking towards the door. She opened it and another person wheeled in a tray of knife and other sharp and blunt objects. “Looks like we’ll have to do it the fun way instead. But, who should I choose first,” she said pointing a knife between you and Bucky.

“Use me first,” Bucky offered eagerly.

“Use you first, huh? Worried about your little girlfriend,” she walked over and brought the knife to his face. “Look’s like I know who to start with,” she said and suddenly turned walking over to you.

“No!,” Bucky protested.”

“I know he’s used to torture. Let’s see what you can handle.”

“I trained with the worst people you can imagine,” you told her. “You’d be surprised at what I can take.”

“I look forward to finding out,” she said and brought her knife to your arm. “Let’s find out,” she said quickly striking your arm leaving blood trailing from your arm.


You weren’t sure how long you’d been tortured but by the look on Mills’ face when she commanded a guard to punch you like a bag she was pissed and you had lasted longer than she thought you would. Bucky’s screams and protests had echoed through the room this whole time, but when the guard was commanded to beat you as you hung there Bucky became the deadly Winter Soldier again. “You touch her and I will kill you! I will rip your head off and I will kill you!” The guard gave him a wicked sneer before he took his first hit, landing right in your left ribs.

Your left eye was half swollen, your whole body ached and yet you felt like you couldn’t really feel it. “Ready to talk yet, Y/N.”

You sent a sad smile to Bucky before you spoke. “I could do this all day.”

You couldn’t see her face anymore but you heard her angry tone. “Continue,” she commanded the guard. But before he started hitting you again the lights went out. Once the power was out Bucy ripped his arm from the magnets that once contained him and ripped loose of his restraints. The two guards next to him were down before they could prepare for anything. The one across the room tried to fire but the object Buck flung at his chest made him drop to the ground. The man that had been hitting you tried to fight but Bucky’s years of training was no match for the man. Bucky got the man in a headlock and growled into his ear. “I told you what would happen if you touched her.”

You couldn’t see anything but you could hear the slumping of the man onto the floor. “Y/N,” Bucky ripped off the restraints holding you and let you slump against his body. “We’re getting out of here. I need you to stay awake, ok? Stay with me.” You let a faint ‘Ok’ and could feel Bucky hustling down the hallways. He followed the sounds of gunshots, knowing that’s where he’d find his friends. “Steve,” you heard him yell. “We gotta’ get her back now.” After that your hearing started going in and out and the last thing you hear was “Stay with me.”


When you woke back up your eye was still a little swollen but at least you could see. “Y/N,” Dr. Cho greeted you, “welcome back. I need you to stay very still. I’ll get you some water.” Even the nod you tried to give her sent waves of pain through your body.

After a much needed drink you looked at Cho. “How long have I been out?”

“2 days. You had severe blood loss, lots of bruised ribs and some were fracture, a swollen eye, may cuts, and lots of dislocated bones in your collar bone, arms, and wrists.”

“Just another day at the office,” you joked and quickly regretted the chuckle you gave as the little motion made you feel like you got hit by a truck.

“There’s someone waiting to see you. He’s been waiting since you were admitted in the waiting area. I’ll go get him,” she smiled and left your small room. You tried your body out, seeing what you could get to move and what sent you in the most pain. You looked up when you felt someone’s presence. “Buck,” you smiled at the dark haired, tired man, that stood in front of you.”

“Y/N,” he blinked back the wetness in his eyes and walked in like he was walking on eggshells. “How do you feel?”

“Not to hot, to be honest. But I’m alive and that’s what counts.” You grabbed his hand and held it in yours, feeling comfort with him next to you. “You got me out of there, Buck. You saved me.”

“I didn’t save you. If I had saved you you wouldn’t be in here. You wouldn’t have cuts and bruises and fractures through your whole body.”

“You couldn’t do anything Buck. You were trapped by a super magnets. None of this is your fault, you hear me?” He nodded but wouldn’t meet your gaze. You force your arm though the pain and lifted his chin so he’d meet your eyes. “You hear me? None of this is your fault.”

“I was just so worried I was going to lose you.”

“As you can see, you’re not going to get rid of me that easy.”

A Mother’s Love (Damian)

Requested by an anon

Summary: Damian is having a hard time accepting his father’s marriage to batmom(the reader.)

Warning(s): Angst

Damian scowled silently as he stood next to his “siblings”, the suit he was forced to wear only irritating him further. The material items that surrounded him contrasted perfectly with yours and his father’s outfits as the cameras flashed. The smile was falsely painted onto his face, knowing if he didn’t he would get scolded.

A mere couple minutes after his father informed all of them about your engagement he also announced the engagement party. In Damian’s mind the whole event was unnecessary and simply another poor excuse for the upper class to brag about their wealth. Regardless, he posed for the invitation picture and he greeted the guests at the party. Yet still, he couldn’t bring himself to be sincere about the feelings he was expected to portray.

His eyes scanned over the crowd, seeing the faces of all the people his father pretended to like; people that pretended to have interest in himself. Tonight, he had to admit, the atmosphere felt different. It was happier and more cheerful than most parties the Wayne manor hosted. The mood intrigued Damian as he watched you ecstatically greet guests, faint tears in your eyes.

With an eyebrow raised he examined your expression, were you truly emotional over simply being engaged to his father? If this was how you acted now then what would you be like during the wedding?

Damian couldn’t understand it, maybe because he didn’t understand the dynamics and inner workings of a romantic relationship. Maybe because somewhere deep inside of him he still wished for Bruce to be close with his mother as he was with you. Regardless, the wall he built between you and him was going to remain standing if he had anything to do with it…

Three months after you and Bruce returned from your lengthy honeymoon, Damian was still on edge around you. It seemed as if every time you entered a room he immediately became sour. Everyone else began to notice it as well and brought it to your attention. Although almost everyone knew and talked to you about the issue, you wouldn’t let any of them bring it to Bruce’s oblivious eye, deciding to stubbornly kill your youngest with kindness yourself.

Finally one day the adolescent snapped, “Why do you continue to be nice? Can’t you tell that I hate you?!”

“I’m well aware of the fact,” You responded coolly while setting the peanut butter and jelly sandwich in front of him.

“Then why do you still try! Just leave me alone!” He yelled and spat the words like venom as his hands slammed onto the island counter, pulling himself up and stomping away.

Glancing at the sandwich you sighed, the moment of confrontation had come. Though you couldn’t argue, you knew it was coming and it couldn’t have come at a better time - Bruce was at actual work and Damian had the day off from school. Gathering your wits about you, you started after Damian, giving a silent nod to Alfred when the butler informed you which way he saw the boy run.

You found him in his room, face down on his bed, “Damian.”

He visibly tensed up after hearing your voice, but you continued, softening your tone, “I understand why you hate me. I’d hate me too if I were in your shoes. But it doesn’t mean I’m just going to give up on you.”

You paused for a moment, hoping for some sort of feedback but yet again there was none, so once again you continued, “I didn’t marry your father just because I liked him. I married him because I like all of you, too. Damian, I just want you to let me love you. Let me give you the mother’s love you deserve,” by this point you were near tears, fed up with all the heartache Damian’s visible disgust caused you, fed up with the façade he put on to seem stronger.

Damian turned over, staring at the ceiling from his bed, his face in a scowl at your declaration of a mother’s love. He’d been fooled by it before. But love isn’t reality. Reality is that his mother and father would never be together. Reality is that his mother had him killed. Reality is that love doesn’t exist. Yet somehow you seemed so- so genuine in your words. Somehow he wanted that love you blindly promised him…

A quiet sigh passed through your lips as you turned to walk out of the room.


The sudden whispered word made you perk up slightly and turn back around, “What?”

He sat up and looked at you blankly, a slight glint of hope in his eyes, before he continued in a flat voice, “Can I call you Ummi?”

Your face lit up involuntarily and the tears once again threatened to pour from your eyes as you nodded furiously, “Yes! Of course!”

Damian smirked at the ground when he saw your reaction. But when you rushed forward to hug him, it was you who smirked at Damian’s reaction, while Damian was left thinking that maybe he could get used to your mother’s love.

Anan extended voice actor interview – Sakurai Takahiro, Nakamura Yuichi and Kamiya Hiroshi

How do you feel now that the recording has finished? 

Sakurai: To be honest, I didn’t really feel “It’s over. I’m so sad” that much… lol.

Kamiya: Not really, lol.

Nakamura: Hehehe. 

Sakurai: Of course, receiving the script and then the recordings themselves were really enjoyable, and it’s unfortunate that we won’t be able to spend time doing that any more, but it’s a little different than feeling sad. It’s similar to the feeling you get after a festival has ended, maybe? 

Nakamura: Ah, you’re probably right there, it’s the feeling of having returned to reality. We were burning so brightly. When the recording had only just started, as we were saying the lines we said “This  anime is kind of funny, regardless of whether or not it will be accepted by the general public,” but in the end it got an even bigger reaction than we’d expected. 

Kamiya: I thought that perhaps people who didn’t know about it might think, “Is this a serious anime?”… lol. For people who have yet to see it, please keep in mind that it’s a gag anime, lol.

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For my wonderful Sasha, may you have a fabulous birthday! С днем рождения @some-people-call-it-tragic​ 

(I hope I got that right and didn’t just call you a blind squirrel in Russian or something even worse.)

“Tell me, did you enjoy yourself tonight, Dean?”

Dean forced himself to look up from where he’d been absentmindedly staring at the glass in his hand, taking a sip of his remaining whiskey before offering Cas a slow nod.

“Yeah, Cas… Yeah, that was nice.”

Castiel -who was sitting right beside him, their knees touching-, nodded too, mirroring Dean. “Sam insisted on inviting some friends over for your birthday, I wasn’t sure you’d appreciate a surprise party, but I trusted his judgment.”

Shaking his head, Dean huffed in amusement. “I figured… It’s fine, it was good seeing everyone again.”

A silence fell, and Dean noticed how soft music was still playing in the background, even though the guests were long gone. His mom had been there, and Jody, and Donna, and some of their other fellow hunters. Even Claire had tagged along; she’d given him a dorky birthday card that jokingly spelled the message ‘congratulations, old man’.

Dean had laughed about it good-naturedly, of course. That was typical Claire.

And yet, now that the only ones left were him and Cas, along with a lot of empty glasses and some leftover snacks, he found that it nagged him. Because even if it had been an ongoing joke between them, she wasn’t wrong. Dean wasn’t getting any younger.

“I can almost hear the gears turning in your head.” Cas muttered, and Dean felt a hand carefully grazing his knee. “Something is wrong, isn’t it?”

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Power cut

Originally posted by yoongichii

Pairing :
Yoongi x Reader
Genre : Fluff, slight angst, Hybrid!au
Word count : 2462 k

A dread feeling crawled down the pit of your stomach as your eyes stared blankly at your laptop screen gleaming in the pitch black room. That unexplained feeling coursed through your limbs for some seconds. Although the sole explanation of your reaction was simple and quite logical, you could not prevent your mind from tricking you. Good. Another power cut. Three in one month. These never failed to surprise you but it was also not the first time they got you thinking the worse scenarios. Like a stranger breaking into your flat or something like that. Yeah. Really tiring.


Almost one minute passed as an annoyed sigh crossed your lips, your hand lazily searching for the phone somewhere on the mess that was your desk. You checked the home screen. 44% of battery. Not bad. It would still do. Power cuts never last really long but you had to busy yourself with something not to get bored when they happened. A part of you believed you were too old for that and another doomed the defective power system of the old building you lived. It happened. But the times they happened were not the best. Far from that.

You carefully made your way to the living room with the phone’s flashlight guiding your steps, the sound of the heavy rain pounding against the windows. Unconsciously holding your breath as you padded to the couch, your grip tightened around your phone as you discovered the skinny frame of the hybrid lying on the couch. The moon rays filtering through the windows were bathing the milky skin of his face in a radiant glow.

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Breaking Point / Montgomery de la Cruz

Words: 1441

You didn’t want to be at Bryce Walkers’s house. You would prefer to be literally anywhere but there right now.

Despite your reservations, you had given into your boyfriend who spent all day trying to convince you to join him and your friends tonight.

You hadn’t felt like yourself for a while now, you’d started to have some terrible feelings rise within you whenever you shut your eyes. Something wasn’t right, everything just felt wrong.

Your body was numb most of the time and you knew something was happening inside your head-something was trying to get out, be unleashed or unlocked, you couldn’t put in into words.

Trying to explain it to Monty…that just wasn’t working. Whether it was the way you had tried to word what was going on or simply his disinterest-it just wasn’t getting through to him that you weren’t yourself.

While everyone sat around the table playing their card game and betting their money-you stood off to the side, watching them all joke around and seem to have a good time.

You had no desire to join in, you didn’t want to be there in the first place-but if you were going to be there within the proximity of Bryce Walker, you would not be participating in their games.

You had felt uneasy around Bryce for a while now…but you couldn’t begin to explain why. He was-is-your friend, you didn’t have a reason not to feel safe around him…

Monty had noticed your lack of involvement and tried to get you to play, “Come on (Y/N),” he grins, holding out an arm. You push yourself off the wall and move towards him, letting him pull you on to his lap. “Show ‘em how it’s done,” he smirks, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you balanced.

Your head shifts so you were facing him as you lean against his chest, “I really don’t feel like playing,” you whisper.

Something about your tone must have hit him, “You okay?”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, he realises now that something is wrong, you think to yourself. “I don’t know,” you mumble sincerely, just as lost with what was going on as he currently is.

“How about I finish this hand and then we go, yeah?” he asks just as quietly.

You nod and kiss his cheek in gratitude, “Will you cuddle with me?” you question innocently, grasping his hand that was around you.

His chuckles send vibrations through your body, “Anything you want.”

“I like the sound of that,” you smile, turning back to the table.

When the game was finally over, Monty took your hand and guided you to the backyard, “What’s going on?” he asks, genuine concern spreading over his features.

“I have tried to talk to you about it,” you frown.

Monty’s face fills with regret, “I know, baby…and I’m sorry I haven’t been taking this seriously. But I need you to tell me what’s going on in your head,” he insists, moving his hands to your hips as yours remain crossed. “Please, it’s important.”

Your frown deepens at his insistence, “Why now? Why are you so worried about me now?”

Impatience flashes across his face, “(Y/N), please.”

Before you could answer, Bryce interrupts you both-entering the conversation, “And what are you two lovebirds doing out here?” he smirks, taking a drink from the beer in his hand.

Monty groans, his irritation coming to surface, “Could you give us a minute?” he snaps, his grip on you tightening.

Bryce lifts his hands in surrender but his smirk doesn’t waver, “Don’t shoot the messenger, dude. I’m just here to let you know that Zach’s setting up the-”

“Actually,” Monty says, cutting his friend off, “we’re going to head off now.”

His hands leave you as he takes a step back, giving Bryce the opportunity to wrap his free arm around your shoulder. “Already?” he asks. “It’s still so early,” he continues, oblivious to your now rigid body that had frozen at his touch.

Monty easily picked up on your discomfort and his expression hardens, “Let go of her,” he demands. Bryce raises an eyebrow as Monty’s glare hardens, “Now!”

You flinched at his tone and advert your eyes, hating to see him so angry. You notice the others had joined your trio outside and here hesitantly approaching.

The weight around your neck disappears and you subtly take a step closer to Monty and away from Bryce. “Chill, man,” he laughs.

Monty’s demeanour still doesn’t settle as he pulls you into his side, “Don’t ever touch her again,” he dictates.

Your brow furrows as you look up at him, taking in his expression, but he doesn’t meet your eyes-his never waving from Bryce.

Bryce who now had a cold expression etched on his face. “You know what you’re doing?” he questions, crossing his arms.

Monty nods, determination filling his face, “Yeah I do. Something I should have done months ago.”

“You really want to do that?”

You couldn’t be more confused, but your stomach dropped at their words, “Monty?” you ask quietly, tugging on his shirt.

Your boyfriend ignores you as Zach steps closer, “You two should calm down,” he recommends. “I think you should both just cool off, yeah?”

“Stay out of this Dempsey,” Monty growls. “It’s over, Bryce. You need to own up to what you did.”

He scoffs, “And I suppose you think she’ll just let you off the hook, eh?”

“Monty,” you whisper, “what’s going on?”

Finally, he glances down at you, “I’m sorry,” he mumbles. “I should have told you.”

“Told me what?” you ask, causing him to wince at your sudden emotionless voice. Stepping out of his hold, you refuse to lose eye contact with him, “Told me what?” you repeat.

“This does not need to happen,” Zach comments, taking another step closer to the three of you.

“Maybe it does,” Alex speaks up.

“If somebody doesn’t tell me what’s going on, I swear-”

“Nothing’s going on, sweets,” Bryce says.

“Don’t fucking talk to her!” Monty yells. “You can’t ever fucking touch her or speak to her again,” he continues, his tone firm.

“Just tell me what’s going on!” you scream, feeling the tears pool in your eyes.

“Go on,” Alex encourages.

“Alex,” Zach growls.

“We should go,” Monty decides, reaching out to take your hand but you snatch it away from him.

Tell me.”


“Just tell me!”

“Because he fucking raped you!”

You felt as though everything was caving in.

Raped you. He raped you. Bryce Walker raped you.

It wasn’t sinking in. You knew it was the truth, you knew it was…you felt it with everything inside you you-it made sense. The missing time, the hazy memories, the unsettling feeling. It all made so much fucking sense.

Everyone had fallen silent, but no one seemed to be surprised by Monty’s words.

You felt dizzy, almost, as you shifted drunkenly on your feet. You saw Bryce step forward in your peripheral vision, muttering something to your boyfriend who only shoved him away before trying to attack him.

You stood idly to the side, not hearing anything that was being said between the boys around you.

“You all knew,” you whisper, being unheard by them all. “You all knew!” you scream, your voice scratchy and forced. “You all fucking knew and did nothing! None of you bothered to tell me! To tell anyone,” you cry, taking a step back from them all now you had their attention.

Monty had tried to move closer to you, wanting to pull you into his arms and shield you from all the pain-but you could only glare that the boy you thought you could trust.

“How could you?” you whisper, directing the question at him-beyond mad at him for not being honest, for not telling you.

You were mad and disappointed and you felt somehitng just…break inside of you.

You couldn’t stand there and be surrounded by your friends who had lied to you and hidden this from you.

You couldn’t stand there and see your boyfriend who had known the truth and never said anything, who let you suffer in silence filled with confusion and pain.

You couldn’t stand there and see the boy who assaulted you, who broke you and who left you so empty.

Shaking your head, you felt your tears slip down your face, “I can’t do this,” you whisper, pushing past them all before taking off into a sprint-trying to leave it all behind you, wishing it wouldn’t ever catch up with you again.

braveten  asked:

Yuuri is an electrician / repairman and... oh look.... Victor keeps breaking things... why isn't his lamp working anymore?? His oven, too?

10:00 am. Tuesday, March 14th.

“Katsuki Electrical, Yuuri speaking.”

“Yuuri! It’s Victor!”

Yuuri pinches the bridge of his nose. “Victor. How can I help you this time?”

“What do you mean, this time?”

Yuuri is required to keep track of the house calls he receives, and he doesn’t even need to check his chart to know that this is probably the fourth time Victor Nikiforov of 124 St. Petersburg Lane has called him within the past two weeks. “Absolutely nothing,” replies Yuuri hastily.

“Well, my oven’s not working,” continues Victor, his tone much brighter than it should be for a man whose oven isn’t working. “It’s not heating up.”

“What brand?” asks Yuuri, already half expecting the answer.

“JJ Appliances.”

People honestly have to stop installing JJ appliances in their homes. He receives at least a call a week about one malfunctioning.

“So do you need me to come over there and check it out?”

“Yes, please.”

Yuuri sighs. The first time Victor had called, it had been his kitchen lights flickering incessantly. That had been a more normal request. But then it had been his living room lamp malfunctioning, his microwave not heating up his food–

Because Victor had apparently never changed a lightbulb, nor had he seemed to realize that a microwave needed to be plugged in to work.

The main problem isn’t that Victor is making him come over to his house to fix these bordering-on-ridiculous problems, because Victor still pays him and tips him excessively. No, the problem is that Victor Nikiforov is making him come over to his house, period. Because Victor is terribly attractive, and Yuuri needs to keep it professional, but every time he goes, his neurons snap, and the impulses that should be running toward his brain are instead running wild. And Victor is not subtle.

Yuuri goes to fix the oven anyway.

11:00 am.

Victor Nikiforov is not an idiot. Yuuri knows this because of the bits and pieces that he’s gathered over the past two weeks. Victor likes books, and teaches Russian literature at the local college. Victor knows more about Anton Tchekhov than Yuuri knows about correctly wiring an entire kitchen. Victor knows more about the history of Eastern European art than Yuuri knows about, well, anything. Which is why suspicion has been tickling the back of his neck for a while now.

Yuuri rises up, having fixed the oven (which was actually truly not working), and Victor is standing behind him with a cup of tea.

Victor also knows how to make good tea, with just the right amount of sugar. It smells inviting, like an embrace, and as he takes a sip, the satisfying heat pops and crackles down his throat.

Yuuri thanks him, and Victor nods with a smile.

“I really have to thank you for all the help you’ve given me,” says Victor.

“Oh,” replies Yuuri, and as he looks up, Victor’s eyes are gazing straight into his own, lustrous and warm. “It was nothing.”

“It is something,” says Victor, and he opens his mouth again, a faint smile lining his lips and his cheeks dusted with a pink flush. “Are you busy tomorrow?”

“Got a laundry machine for me to fix?”

“I’ve got something else, if you’ll take it,” says Victor, biting his lip. “Dinner with me?”

“I’ll take it,” says Yuuri.