exhibit piece

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Yesterday was 2017 Taipei comic exhibition, I went to One piece area with @shevoj1207​ Welcome to Taiwan Cheese! 

Okay back to the comic exhibition One Piece area, here was a paper bag and you can see 5 fashion characters 

Yeah I’m so worried about Law’s fashion sense.

WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU LAW!!!!??? WHY YOU WEAR A WHITE SPORTS SOCKS WITH JEANS YOU EVEN PIN UP ROLL YOUR JEANS WHY!!!!!????😂😂😂😂😂

WHY YOU WEAR A JEANS JACKET AND PUT ON A VEST???!! 😂😂

WHY YOU WEAR A NECKTIE??!!!😂😂

could you plz take out your white socks and boots?😂 Trust me, oxford shoes are better to you!!😂

Yeah I’m…just freak out when I saw that…horrible outfit😂😂😂

Before we leave the comic exhibition, I told to Cheese how did I freak out with that and I draw a strange picture for Cheese 😂

Cheese said “OMG I completely love that!! Thank you, Yun!”

 😂 Okay I’m so glad to hear that. 

y3daner  asked:

top ten times yuuri katsuki broke the internet

Top Ten Times Yuuri Katsuki Broke The Internet:

10) The day that Viktor impulse bought a piano and then posted a video of Yuuri playing it and singing quietly which was when everyone found out that Yuuri could play and also sang like an angel. The general reaction was ‘is there anything this guy can’t do?’ to which Viktor’s reply was ‘no.’

9) When Yuuri and Viktor got their new labradoodle puppy together the first the world knew about it was a picture of Yuuri on the floor in a puppy pile with Vicchan, Makkachin and the new puppy and it was so adorable it went viral instantly

8) The ‘not if, when’ moment talked about in chapter 1 of ‘obs&bh’ because that was one of the big kick off moments for the rivalry image

7) When Yuuri skated onto the ice to ice dance with Viktor for the Stammi Vicino duet which was Viktor’s exhibition piece the year after the events of chapter 14

6) The first time Yuuri ever did a shirtless photoshoot (with Viktor because Viktor knew he would be more comfortable doing it if it was both of them so he offered to do it too). It was all very classy and most of the photos involved the two of them together and 90% of the internet had one of the ‘do I want to be one of them or be between them’ crises  

5) A video of an 11 year old Yuuri skating the ‘O mio babbino caro’ routine, aka Viktor’s JGP routine, that he released to the public. This was after they were together but before the world really knew what caused the rivalry in the first place and so everyone completely freaked out because kid-Katsuki was adorably replicating one of Viktor’s routines but the first time Katsuki came into the spotlight he seemed to hate Viktor so what did this mean??? It created so many conspiracy theories.

4) When Yuuri co-wrote a book telling his and Viktor’s story. In interviews and things before they had spoken a bit about what had lead up to The Kiss and their lives but it was the first time the whole, unabridged and completely accurate story was known and the first time anyone knew about the original cause of the rivalry. It was a brutally honest book and very compelling, telling both sides of the story (Viktor contributed a lot but Yuuri already knew his side by heart at that point) and became a huge bestseller.

3) The wedding announcement although again, who proposed and how is currently a secret

2) The main wedding photo that they released. It was a private ceremony because they lived a lot of their life in the public eye and Yuuri wanted something that was just for them so friends and family only. There were a couple of pictures from guests but they only released one official photo. It was taken at the altar of the two of them holding hands and gazing into each others eyes and they looked so ridiculously happy and in love that it finally killed the last of the rumours about them and made everyone who had doubted it believe that Yes, they were actually that in love because no-one could fake that

1) The Kiss

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It’s been a long day of inking and coloring. So please let me know which one is your favorite! Initial I made the blue one then the brown and finally the red.

Oh and this is my piece for Light Grey Art Lab’s “To Be You exhibition”. The piece is a bit of a self portrait, and I am always thinking about how much time and what my fate is and my path in this amazing creative world.

I have lily of the valley through out the piece because they are my mom’s favorite. Also lost of ferns and a fallen tree because I spent so much time in the woods building trails with my dad. Clock gears to represent the machine like quality that makes me feel a little less human, but they also represent my diving into art nouveau through steampunk (never forget your roots!) The scissors are there to help me cut away the threads of fate that are not my true path. The clock weights are the pressure I put on myself to achieve all my goals. and of course two bells at the bottom of the belt because I love Naruto and the strong characters and years of dedication Masashi Kishimoto put into his craft. 

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TADAA~!! (∩。・o・。)っ.゚☆。’`✩°。⋆ I finally finished my brother’s bike~!! This took forever and totally broke my hand, but I’m so glad with the result.I’m also going to be turning this in as an IB art exhibition piece (ू˙꒳​˙ )

☆ Please click the images for better resolution!! ☆

À Triomphe - BTS AU

AU: Art Thief!Bangtan

Description:  You are a curator at one of the many museums in Paris, and have finally earned the bosses trust.  But after a strange meeting with a new coworker and his friends, you begin receiving messages from an unknown party.  

Part: One / Two / Three / Four / Five

Warnings: Swearing

Teasers: One / Two / Three / Four / Five / Six 

Originally posted by donewithjeon

The door slammed behind him; he dripped in sweat, finally letting go of the ten-pound vase made of meticulously crafted marble. “Were you going to fucking leave me there?”

The driver laughed, jerking the wheel as he made a swift turn. “You’re not bad for a newbie, bunny boy.” The boys surrounding the van shared a hardy laugh, patting the youngest on his back. He slouched over, begging to catch his breath as the night lights of Paris reflected through the windows.  

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Black & White - Chapter 8

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Bad Boy AU // University AU // Fluff

Word Count: 5.4k words

Plot: Baekhyun is the typical heartthrob that always gets what he wants.. until you came along.

Black and White: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9 (M), Chapter 10 (M)

Your arms stretched above your head as you relaxed your muscles. Your eyes diminished in size, squinting to adjust itself to the glowing ray of sunlight that penetrated the glass windows placed on the walls on your room. A small smile played cheekily on your face.

It was early. Way too early for you too be indulging in a state of giddiness but you couldn’t help it. Not when the first thing that cracked your skull open and slipped into your groggy mind upon waking up was a replay of the events that happened the day before. The kiss you shared with Baekhyun was on loop and you couldn’t fight the urge of your lips that threatened to curve upwards. From his agonizingly wet and smooth lips to the manly scent your senses were rewarded with from every inhale, you willed yourself to calm down. How he still smelled so good despite having not showered yet baffled you. It wasn’t fair.

The moment you reluctantly pulled the snug and comfy blanket away from your body, a blast of cold air smacked itself against your skin. Floor tiles felt icy beneath your feet and you yawned. Today was going to be a long day.


Your head was slightly tilted back to a certain degree as you read the words imprinted on the piece of paper pinned to the centre of the notice board. The results of the class for one of your recent assignments had been put up and you studied it while humming silently to yourself.

From your peripheral vision, you saw a figure on your right leaning itself against the notice board. His jet black hair was pressed against the surface behind him and his head was facing the direction opposing yours. There was no need to flicker your eyes towards the figure to perceive his identity, that would have been deemed pointless. You already knew who it was.

His presence itself was unmistakeable. From the confident way he held himself to the distinct aura that surrounded him, it was impossible for you not to know. You could even feel stares behind you and you knew that if you turned, you would have been met by curious eyes. This was the kind of attention Baekhyun usually received, the gender percentage mostly girls. You had been seen multiple times in campus with him and people were presumably wondering when   and how the two of you had gotten close.

“We all know you got a good score already, so come on. Lets go grab some lunch, i’m hungry.”

You resisted the smile that tried to fight its way to your lips. He was beside you and you knew that if you inhaled breaths deep enough, you might just be able to catch his addictive scent once more. Instead, you pulled your gaze away from the thin paper and towards him instead.

“I can’t. I have a class starting soon,” you frowned. His expression changed to mirror yours, albeit marginally. It was just a minimal tick of his lips downwards but you still noticed it. “Which is a pity because lunch would have been my treat today.”

“What? You paying for my lunch?” he questioned, his face sporting an amused expression. “What’s the occasion?”

Baekhyun pushed himself away from the notice board and began sauntering away, following you to your desired destination.

“Just because.”


“Because?”

“Because I want to,” you grinned.

“Aww, I am eternally inconsolable. I can’t believe I’m going to have to miss the grand opportunity of you buying me lunch. Don’t talk to me. I’m sad.”

Small laughter escaped your lips as you listened to his words. He was being irresistibly cute at this moment without even meaning to. Cute may not be an adequate adjective for him and you were sure that if you had not known him personally and you were observing him from afar, you would be nervous. He exhibited a very attractive and alluring look with his charcoal mop of hair, penetrating eyes and intimidating resting face. However, you had met him and you had gotten to know him and you knew what he was like. You listened to his words and you decided cute was the perfect adjective for how he was right now.

“What about dinner? Oh! There’s this new restaurant that just opened and I heard it’s really good. Lets eat there,” you beamed.

“Really?” he chuckled. “Alright. Lets go tonight then. Will you pay?”

“Sure,” you shrugged.

“I’m just joking,” he chuckled. “I’d never ask you to pay for me, you silly girl.”

“But I want to,” you whined softly.

“Nope. Now stop looking so cute, you’re really making me want to hug you in front of everyone.”

Your heart skipped a beat. He was being ruthless with his words, throwing them at you without even the least bit considerate of how it made your insides scream and squeal and shout all at the same time.


“I’ll hug you if you let me pay for your dinner.”

“That isn’t fair,” he groaned. “Either way, my answer is no.”

Now it was your turn to groan. Baekhyun really almost usually has his way most of the time. Your efforts to change his mind remained in vain.

“Don’t look so sad,” he laughed. “You’re actually making me feel guilty for not wanting you to pay.”


“Good. You should be,” you mumbled.

You arrived outside the lecture hall. The hallway you were both in was nearly empty, only one or two students dotting its path at the other end. It was understandable since you were early by ten minutes.

“Well, i’m already here. You go and have fun eating lunch all by yourse—“

Your words were cut short when his lips came into contact with your cheek, planting a chaste kiss in its wake.

You were done. You were done fighting the smile that had threatened to find its way towards your lips so you gave up and you let it happen. Baekhyun leaned back and looked down at you, a satisfied smirk displayed on his handsome countenance.

“There,” he piped. “Much better.”


The two doors of your wardrobe opened, exhibiting all your pieces of fabric ranging from blouses to jeans to shorts and to dresses in a variety of colours.  After more than half an hour of debating with So Hee over which outfit would be satisfactory for tonight’s dinner, you ended up choosing a snowbound white top tucked into a pastel pink skirt that stopped marginally below your mid thigh. Pairing it with white knee-high socks and a beige cardigan, you swore you could still feel the ringing of your ears as an effect of So Hee screaming things along the words of “YES, THAT IS PERFECT!” into the speaker of her phone whilst you both were face timing. You were the only one to blame for leaving such a close proximity between your ears and the device that was cradled in your hand.

You climbed into Baekhyun’s car and flashed him a grin to which he returned, his one being more boyish and handsome that it made your mind go haywire.

“Alright, you’re throwing me the directions, kitten,” he started. “I’ll be driving the princess.”

He winked at you and it made you giggle. Curse him for being so charming. Google eased your process of finding the location of the desired destination and before you knew it, you both had arrived. The place was packed with people but to your fortunate luck, a couple was just finishing up so it was merely a curtailed wait for you to land a table. Despite the crowd of people dotting up the restaurant sporadically, the noise level wasn’t too loud neither was it too soft. The tables were draped with cream white cloth and the eclectic decor simply enhanced the overall look. Glass windows lined the walls and the ambience was just appropriate.

It didn’t take long before your mind was set on what to order so while Baekhyun was flipping through the menu, you pounced on the opportunity to study his appearance for the night. He was dressed in a button up shirt and jeans with oxford shoes. They were all black, the typical color associated with him that you don’t think you would ever get tired of seeing. The combination of his outfit was simple but when you paired it with Byun Baekhyun, it would instantaneously become lethal.

How lucky of you to be blessed with such a breathtaking view. Baekhyun underneath the high ceiling lights with his flawlessly tousled hair and ridiculously handsome face strayed far from the usual bad boy image he put on yet he still pulled it off. The subtle glances and stared from other girls thrown his way were solid evidence of that.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard his voice calling out to you. He was staring straight at you with his piercing eyes that had grown friendlier to yours as time had passed.

“I said, do you want to order now? I’ve chosen my meal already,” he informed you.

“Y-yeah, sure,” you stuttered in reply.

“What’s the matter? Do I look that good that you can’t keep your eyes off me?” he joked with a smirk plastered on his face.

You pinked under his gaze upon realizing that you had been caught staring. A small and deep laugh emitted from the man seated in front of you.

“I’m just messing with you,” he chuckled. “Cute.”

As soon as the waiter arrived at your table and pulled you away from your short-lived misery, you and Baekhyun placed your orders. Baekhyun settled with small talk as you both waited for the food to arrive. You felt at ease like this. There was no need for you to exert effort into keeping a conversation going with him, it had its own natural flow of coherency.

“Oh finally,” he addressed the moment the food came. “I’m ravenous.”

You chuckled at his behavior before looking down at the plate of pasta laid before you. The aroma that met your nose was mouthwatering and you hoped it tasted as great as it looked. However, with your first bite, you weren’t the least bit disappointed. You weren’t the only one enjoying your food, it seemed. Baekhyun groaned in satisfaction upon the first scoop of his meal entering his mouth.

“That good, huh?” you quipped.

“Yes. Hell yes. This is amazing,” he admitted. “You did a good job choosing this place. I knew there was a reason I like you.”

Your breath hitched in your throat.

He liked you? Sure, you noticed that his actions towards you were more than platonic and they certainly weren’t what normal friends usually did with each other. Friends don’t make your heart race and they definitely don’t kiss each other. But he never addressed the situation before this and you did not want to get your hopes up.

Judging by how he wasn’t the least bit affected by the final words he had spoken and how he continued going about without any signs of hesitancy, you presumed it wasn’t just a slip of the tongue. You pushed whatever thoughts out of your mind and resumed eating your meal. You did it fairly well because just minutes later, you were indulging in conversation with him once again with no trace of the previous thoughts contaminating your mind.

“Why do you move your garlic to the side?” you inquired his odd actions as you stared at the cubes of garlic placed messily near the egde of his plate.

“I don’t like raw garlic,” he stated.

“Really?” you questioned, eyes widening just a fraction in shock. “Give them to me! I love raw garlic.”

“You what? You love them?” he replied. “You are horrific.”’

“You not knowing the art of appreciating raw garlic does not equate to me being horrific.”

“But anyone and everyone who likes raw garlic are.”


“Hey!” you whined.

“I’m just kidding,” he clarified. “Everyone but you, baby. You’re special.”

Dinner with Baekhyun was refreshing. You both spoke a lot and you continued to learn more things about each other. He shared funny stories of him and his friends that had you clutching your stomach at some point while you told him about how your old friends were like. For dessert, you and Baekhyun settled on sharing a slice of strawberry cheesecake.

The cake was presented exquisitely on a slate grey ceramic plate. A plump strawberry was planted tastefully on it and sauce was smeared in a curve on the surface of the plate. As you and Baekhyun began digging in, it was clear to you that the restaurant did not only specialize in appetizers. Their desserts were on par as well.

“You eat the strawberry,” Baekhyun insisted.

“It’s alright. I’m already full, but thank you,” you denied. To be honest, you still had room available in your stomach for more but you decided against it. Baekhyun had once told you about his profound love for strawberries and you wanted him to have it.

“Really?”

You nodded your head in reply and smiled when you watched his face scrunch up in delight after holding the fruit captive in his mouth. The waiter came with the bill and when you once again offered to pay, he turned it down.

“That’s not fair,” you pouted. “At least let me pay for what I ordered.”

“I’m afraid I can’t let you do that.”

“What about the cheesecake then?”

“No can do,” he grinned.

You accepted your defeat because the man really left no room for arguments. It made you feel horrible that he was paying, even though he reassured you multiple times that you completely should not feel that way at all.

“Thank you, Baek,” you spoke as you both left the restaurant. Your genuine words were directed at your companion for the night, hoping he could hear or feel the pure sincerity behind them.

He hummed lightly in reply, a small smile playing on his red lips. The heels of your shoes padded against the rough stone pavement as you both walked to his car. However, just as you were nearing the vehicle, his movements came to a halt.

“Let’s go for a walk near the river,” Baekhyun piped up.

You looked ahead of you and spotted the Han River metres away.

“You wanna cross the bridge?”

“Sure, at the walkway so we can walk off what we just ate,” he shrugged.

You nodded in agreement, eager to spend more time with your company because you didn’t want it to end just yet. The night was still alive in Seoul and the city lights shined lustrously in the sky, lighting up the caliginous view. It was a bustling day and a myriad of shiny vehicles lined the tar roads of the wide bridge. The wintry wind was blowing against you but you tried your best to ignore it. Your hair was floating all over the place and you ran your fingers through your locks to fix it. Mini clouds of white air formed with every huff of your breath and your fingers were beginning to turn numb. It generally wasn’t much of a cold night —tolerable really— but the chill of the weather seemed to amplify the longer you stayed. You didn’t relent, though. You were enjoying the night way too much to offer a twinge of your care.

No words were exchanged but you didn’t mind. The silence was comforting as it floated in the air overhead like an invisible cloud before the wind blew it away from the two of you. When the highest point of the bridge was reached — which also was the midpoint — you stopped walking. You leaned against the railing instead, absorbing the picturesque scenery sprawled before you.

Baekhyun was beside you and you tilted your head to look at him. He was staring out at the river so you were greeted with his side profile. You didn’t mind, considering the fact that he looked good in any angle. The breeze was whisking his hair back as well, revealing the smooth skin of his forehead. The pillows of his lips jutted out naturally against the moon, a stark contrast created. You turned your head away and looked at the vast body of salt water instead. An endless pit of black that stretched across for miles on end with ripples that formed underneath the moonlight. You could see everything. Skyscrapers and buildings stood high and tall as they plunged into the sky, yet the monstrous distance that separated you from the structures made them look small and diminutive. Twinkles and gleams of light emanating from the many objects of the city illuminated the scenery, giving it a radiant yet tenebrous view.

“I’m scared of the river,” you disclosed, body leaning on the cool metal railing.

“Really? Why?” he inquired, eyes still facing the outstretched river.

“I have a fear of open water. Don’t you think it’s terrifying?”

You glanced at him to see him shaking his head in a way that encouraged you to go on and continue speaking.

“It’s a constant murkiness at night when the sun isn’t there to shine any light for it. It’s so ambiguous and vague, you’re never certain what lies in the deeper and undiscovered parts of the ocean. I can’t imagine being stranded on a boat in the middle of the ocean. I’d be stuck somewhere massive with so much space around me yet I’d still feel like I’d suffocating.”

From your peripheral vision, you could spot Baekhyun nodding his head to your words. Though he was silent, you knew he offered you his ears and attention which was more than you could ask for. Having someone to listen was already enough.

“I like the ocean,” he opined. “I like it’s equivocation. Everything seems less like a handful when you don’t know what it has to offer. It’s like ignorance, but ignorance is bliss.”

A small laugh released from your body, reverberating from your throat and swept away by the waves of the river.

“My mom used to say I was quite a handful when I was a child,” you quipped.

“That’s why I have two hands for.”

Your bottom lip was forced between your teeth as you willed yourself to hold back the smile demanding to form on your countenance. It was soon erased when a brisk gust of air was exulted against you, the cold that impaled you to the very marrow of your bones sending shivers down your spine. Before you knew it, you felt a compact and firm body behind you, pressed against yours. Baekhyun’s form radiated heat to you, as if he was donating a portion of his warmth for you to drown in. His arms were on either side of your body before he brought it up to capture your hands in his. Long fingers slipping through the crevices between yours as they intertwined with each other. He brought your right hand to the front of his face languidly, your arms folded back to him as you craned your neck to watch him exhale a hot breath of air onto your skin. You could feel the movement of his chest as he did so, repeating it with your left hand and distributing heat to you.

His actions produced a severe fuzziness that was blooming inside of you. It made your heart race and skip a beat at the same time, too unstable to settle for a constant tempo. It catalyzed the movement of the butterflies in your stomach, the flapping of their wings accelerating. He was holding you underneath the moonlight of the city and like this, you think you may have just discovered a new level of comfort. Here, in his arms, you felt serene and peaceful.

“I’m sorry I didn’t bring a jacket for you today,” he spoke into your ear, breath fanning your skin.

“You’re already enough. You make a great heater,” you hummed.

A low laugh resounded from his chest, making you smile. There was a silent pause before he began speaking again.

“I like you. I really like you. I never thought I’d ever like someone, hell I even used to make fun of the boys for being so fucking mushy with their feelings whenever they had a girlfriend. But I don’t think I can keep it in me any longer, I genuinely like you.”

Your lips had widened into a full-blown smile now, stretched to the corners like a giddy child. You were grateful he couldn’t see your face clearly from behind because the crimson redness tinting your cheeks might just be visible in the dark. Turning your body around, you didn’t expect your heads to be so close to each other. Faces centimeters apart, you welcomed his manly scent and cologne you had longed to smell again.

You looked into his brown eyes that were already staring at you. Leaning your heads closer towards each other, time truly felt like it had slowed down before your lips finally touched. The noise and cacophony surrounding you was blocked out and the low temperature forgotten, your mind only focusing on the man you were breathing in. He released your hands so he could wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer into him. You raised your arms and slung them around his neck, bringing his head closer to yours while your fingers played with the ends of his soft hair. The kiss was slow and passionate, your lips moved against each other like fluid. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss while his right hand was raised to cup the side of your face, thumb rubbing your cheek soothingly. He slipped his tongue into your cavern and you allowed him to take charge of the kiss. You giggled into the kiss before pulling away hesitantly, your need to replenish your breathlessness becoming too overpowering. Your foreheads rested against each other as you stared into each others eyes, chests raising up and down in pants.

“I like you too,” you whispered.

He flashed you a grin. A wide one that showcased his rectangular smile and made him look irresistibly adorable that you couldn’t help but dart in and peck his lips for another kiss.

“I really do,” you added.

“Be my girlfriend then.”

You chuckled, biting your lip as he waited for your response.

“I’d love to.”

“Good. I’m gonna get so much teasing from the boys for this,” he reckoned. “But ugh, so worth it.”


He pecked you on the lips once again, making you smile for the thousandth time that night.


“Can we watch a movie tonight?” you asked Baekhyun whilst you both waited for the professor to arrive. Your arms were perched on the table, folded with your head tilted to face Baekhyun as you rested on it as if it were a pillow.

He raised his fingers to pinch at your cheeks lightly and no one seemed to notice as everyone was engrossed in their own mindless chatter. He was smiling at you with adoration. You sat next to the window and his body was turned to yours with his back facing everyone else. You knew that he only showed this affectionate side of him to you and you only.

“What movie are you thinking about?” he inquired.

“La La Land.”


“I heard the movie sucks.”

“It got an 8.2 rating on IMDB!” you mumbled, your voice laced with fake hurt. You raised your head from the pillow you had created with your arms and ran your fingers through your messy hair to fix it.

“You actually checked the ratings? Nerd,” Baekhyun snorted.

You grumbled and rolled your eyes at him playfully. He laughed and rubbed your cheek with the back of his hand.

“I’m just kidding, baby. You’re my nerd.”

You giggled and grinned at him.

“So can we watch it?”



“Of course.”



“Good, because I already bought the tickets”

“You did? What if I said no to watching a movie with you?” he laughed. “Wow, you must be very adamant on your decision of paying me back, huh.”


“I bought it because I knew you would agree.” You flashed him a cheeky smile. “And it’s not that. I did it because I wanted to spend time with you,” you told him. “And also because I wanted to treat you.”

You smiled and he cooed.

“What a cutie.”

“You’re awfully charming with your words. Are you sure you’ve never had a girlfriend before?”


He laughed. “I’m sure. I really have never dated before. I just know how to treat the people I care about well.”

“Aww.”


He smiled at you. “So what time is the movie?”

“It’s at seven.”

“I’ll come to your house at six thirty?”

You nodded your head. Baekhyun picked you up that evening. A red beanie adorned his head and it made him look extremely adorable. You both waited in line at the food counter while contemplating what to order.

“I’ll probably get a regular popcorn and coke,” you informed.

“Hmm, I think I’ll be having the same as well.”

“Why not we just share then?” you offered.

“Trust me, I eat a lot of popcorn. I might finish it before you even get a mouthful.”

“Then we can get extra large,” you grinned. “There’s a combo for that.”


Baekhyun ordered for the two of you and he took out his wallet to pay for the two of you. As you both waited for them to prepare the food, you stared at your boyfriend. You really liked how he looked when he dressed comfortably. He pulled anything off, in your opinion.

“You look really cute today,” you complimented him.

“Me? Cute?” he turned to you.

“Mmmhm,” you nodded.

He chuckled. “I’m not cute, baby. You’re cute.”


“Thank you, but you are cute though. You look adorable in your beanie,” you giggled.

He darted a quick peck on your lips before speaking.

“I’m not cute. I’m handsome,” he stated, eyebrows wiggling in a playful manner.

You laughed and hit him on the chest lightly. When the food was ready, you both walked into the theatre room and searched for your seats. You had managed to land good seats even though the movie was quite a popular one and before you knew it, the theatre was packed with people. It was a full house.

You and Baekhyun had been fairly touchy during the movie. The moment the lights dimmed and the theme music resounded throughout the room, your boyfriend had already began munching on the popcorn. The arm rest between the two of you was raised to create more room for you to rest against him and to diminish the space between you both. The side of your body was pressed next to his and he rested his left hand on your thigh, fingers drumming against it.

Halfway throughout the movie, you leaned your head on his shoulder and you felt him plant a kiss on the top of your head. He had resorted to feeding you then, bits of popcorn he would push into your mouth for you to eat and the bottle of iced beverage he would raise to your lips for you to sip on.

“Good girl,” he whispered into your ear when you finished the last few pieces of popcorn.

You tilted your head so you could plant a kiss on his shoulder before returning to the movie. After it ended, you and Baekhyun left the hall.

“Why do you bring the trash out with you?” he inquired as you threw the box you had used in the theatre into a trash can outside. “You knew they do that for you right?”


“I know. I just wanted to help them,” you shrugged. “How was the movie? It was good, right?”

“Hmm, it was alright,” he responded, but you knew better. You could see how he was trying to hold back a smile and you knew it was because he genuinely enjoyed it. You could tell by his how engrossed he was into the film during the times when he wasn’t doting on you or slipping food into your mouth.

“Don’t lie, come on! I know you liked it.”


“Alright, alright. It was better than I expected, okay?”

You nodded your head in agreement, deeming his response good enough.

“Told you,” you muttered, your tone laced with satisfaction.

“I’m surprised you didn’t fall asleep in the theatre just now, since you enjoy sleeping so much. You were leaning against my arm like a kitten, though I have to say my arm is numb now,” he joked.

“Hey!” you whined, your hand swatting his chest.

“I’m kidding,” he apologized, his hand grabbing the one you used to assault his chest playfully and raising it up so his lips could plant a soft kiss on your skin.

“This is what I get when I treat you out for a movie,” you mumbled. “I’m never buying you tickets again.”

He laughed. “I’ll just buy them for us then.”

“As long as it’s not a horror movie.”


“Why? Are you afraid of them?”


“Yes.”

“We should watch it one day. Horror movies are awesome, come on.”


“No way. I won’t be able to sleep for a week.”

“Hmm, one day.”


“One day what?”


“One day I’ll get you to watch a horror movie with me,” he spoke, a naughty grin etched on his face.

“And how will you do that?”

Once you both reached Baekhyun’s car, neither of you got in as you both decided to finish the last of your drink then and there first and dump the paper cup into the trashcan next to the headlights. You were seated on the hood of his car while he stood in between your legs.


“I’m Byun Baekhyun, I can do anything.”


You laughed at his confidence. “Coming from the person who handed a 100 dollar bill to the cashier when the amount was only 10.”


“That was one time! And it happened a long time ago. And I wasn’t thinking straight then. And I’m still awesome.”


“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, loser.”

Out of the blue, he began tickling your sides. His fingers were not relenting one bit and it made you burst out into a fit of giggles.

“Say that again,” he joked. “I dare you.”

You couldn’t contain it. He was mercilessly tickling you and you were begging for him to stop, the drink almost slipping from your hands.

“I’m sorry, i’m sorry! You’re awesome, baby.”


His actions finally came to a halt and you sighed in relief, gasping for air after being out of breath from all the tickling. He laughed.

“Yes. Good girl,” he praised.

His arms were planted on the hood of the car on either side of you and he leaned his head in before capturing your lips with his. You smiled into the kiss and reciprocated his actions with just as much fervor. Your lips moved against each other swiftly, softly. Baekhyun broke the kiss, leaning back slightly to finish the last of the beverage you held in your hands before kissing you once again. When your lips were spread apart, you felt the fluid transfer from his mouth to yours. The contrast between the cold drink and the heat of the kiss made you moan. Coke tasted so much better when they came from his lips.

It dawned on you that it was becoming way too sensual and that the both of you were still in public, even though the street you were both at was empty. You broke the kiss regrettably and he licked the moisture off your lips with his tongue before planting a firm kiss on your forehead. His lips felt cold against your skin.

“Let’s get going. It’s getting late,” he announced.

You nodded your head and stood up. He took the empty paper cup from you to dispose it into the nearest trashcan before he unlocked the vehicle, ready to drive the two of you home. The two of you continued your playful banter in the car while your boyfriend drove, one hand on the steering well. The other holding yours.

Yakov!!! on Xanax Part 6
  • Yuri: Yo Yakov! I got my idea for the exhibition skate!
  • Yakov: ..........
  • Yuri: It's great right?
  • Yakov: And to think I had faith in you.
  • Yuri: What was that?
  • Yakov: I'm going to need stronger stuff. What I'm currently taking won't cut it.

Fanon Victor: Slick character in bespoke suits who never sweats under pressure, is the embodiment of hypermasculinity, and suave as HELL. Makes Yuuri blush with his very existence, and flirts with everything that moves…but gives Yuuri the honor of focusing on him ;) 

Canon Victor: “In a surprising turn of events, the skater, Victor Nikiforov, has changed his exhibition piece to ‘Womanizer’ by Britney Spears for his nationals season. When asked about it, the skater replied, ‘Men are awful. I’m never dating men again. They just break your heart. I should have listened to Britney.’” Before taking out his phone, and sighing when he had no new texts.” 

Masterpiece

“Where are you taking me?”

“Don’t ask as if I’m gonna say where, love.”

Harry chuckled under his breath, your hand firmly on his to guide you to who knows where since you’re in a blindfold.

“Are we going to go in like a simulated escape room?”

He laughed, a smile on his face that you knew was there without needing to see it.

“Why would I take you to an escape room on your birthday?”

“Bacause maybe I would be scared shitless and you’re going to be my savior?”

“’S a fair point and cheesy but no.”

You gasped, your hand covering your mouth that made Harry stop.

“A Red Room? Like 50 Shades of Grey?”

“Oh my god,” he muttered under amusedly under his breath, not being able to refrain the blush on his cheeks.

“Sadly, no.”

“A place?”

You exasperatedly asked, frowning which made him take notice of instantly.

“No frowning for the birthday girl.”

It made you frown even more, the blindfold slightly moving because of your furrowed eyebrows.

Harry sighed, carrying you instead with your hand nuzzled on his neck because if it was anything, you love Harry carrying you, regardless of the situation.

He finally stopped and placed you, kissing your cheek and taking your blindfold off which made you surprised.

You were surrounded by both of your and Harry’s friends and family, good two-digit feet away from the both of you. The place was spacious; an art gallery. You only realized when you looked around; paintings and photographs of you and some of the both of you.

He did the photographs, the reason why he always careies his phone around. Some framed photographs were left raw and some edited to the way he envisioned it to be.

The paintings; he made a sketch of one or two. But most of them were done by Harry’s friends that happened to be artists. He would go to them right after his studio sessions and would precisely describe every single detail of how the paintung or generally the art would go. The color palette, how your hair was put down, your smile and every single detail.

“Wait here. ’M gonna make a speech.”

Your eyes started filling with tears as everything came crashing to you in full speed. Harry’s effort, the people that are witnessing this and everything that’s worth.

Your eyes landed on Harry in a small stage, microphone in hand and his loving eyes trained on you.

“There are two things to be known here and maybe more.”

He looked down on his shoes, a smile forming.

“First, is that it’s Y/N’s birthday. And second, for every exhibit, there’s the center piece. The masterpiece. And you’ve noticed that there isn’t one because there isn’t one that’s labelled.”

He came down the stage and walked towards you, people clearing a path for him to do so.

It was when he finally reached you, a curtain being unveiled behind you only to show a huge painting.

It looked real, it’s going to be real.

It’s the both of you in front of huge cathedral church doors, Harry dressed in a white suit and you in a wedding gown he thought of himself for days, needing to pick up a pencil for this one, a bouquet in your hands.

The room was filled with screams and cheers and flashes until Harry spoke into the wireless mic.

Harry on his one knee.

“Our future’s behind her. My future’s in front of me.”

He laughed, while you brought you hands to your face and nodding eagerly, the both of you and Harry laughing.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the masterpiece I would like to make mine.”

(Zimbits, slight AU, 2.8K, under a cut because it got long.)

They asked him every year. Sometimes, even more than once a year if he wanted to be on Samwell’s promotional material.

Jack said no every time because he really didn’t have any interest in having his face plastered on billboards and on every brochure and course calendar they handed out to students, both prospective and current. He’d had enough secondhand publicity from his parents’ careers and he wasn’t going to go seeking it out while he was at Samwell.

The only allowance he made was when he was photographed with the rest of the hockey team because he understood that hockey was a big selling point when it came to convincing people to attend their school. One of the team photos was enlarged and put up in the sports complex, right between the women’s volleyball team and Samwell’s dance team. It had already gotten vandalized this year by some drunk LAX bros and had to be replaced (which the university was not happy about and last Jack heard, the bros responsible were on suspension from the team).

The university couldn’t get Jack, but they got Ransom and Holster to agree to photos other than the team one. There were some of them pretending to study in the library, or looking happy and not-stressed as they socialized. These ended up on the cover of last year’s Campus Life magazine and both Holster and Ransom both joked that they were wasting their time at school when they should be modelling instead. It still didn’t stop the recruitment team from continually asking Jack who refused to change his mind.

Little did he know it was about to be changed for him.

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anonymous asked:

I have a Valentine's Day based idea! sorry if it's stupid lolol Basically viktor has planned a day to show yuuri how many people love him to help him understand that he is valued and to help with his anxiety of not being good enough (cause vday can be platonic too!!) but yuuri wakes up and has other plans ;)) and Eros mode is switched on - viktor wants to tell him it's not the best idea BC people might come in but obvs he can't resist ;)) (you decide whether they're caught or not) <3333

Victor had it all planned out. He really did. He just wanted to show Yuuri how important he was, not only to Victor, but to everyone else in his life. Sometimes Yuuri needed to be reminded that it wasn’t only Victor who got his ‘life and love’ from him. What better day to show him that than on Valentine’s Day. A day of love. 

It was supposed to start with a phone-call from Yuuri’s family back home in Japan. They were going to tell him how much they loved him and how much they missed him. And afterwards, Victor was going to give Yuuri a plane ticket home for a long-weekend in a couple months to see them. He wanted to tell Yuuri that his family loved him and missed him.

Then he’d planned for them to take a walk down to the coffeeshop just around the corner with Maccachin where he’d give Yuuri a new collar he’d bought for the poodle. One that had a tag with engraved with: ‘if found, please call Victor and Yuuri at…’. It was supposed to show Yuuri how much a part he was of Victor’s small family. 

Phichit was supposed to call Yuuri after coffee. He’d even asked for a specific time so they wouldn’t be caught in the middle of walking or order coffee. He was going to tell Yuuri how much he missed rooming with him - their late night talks. After, Victor was going to show Yuuri the website he’d been looking at for new couches. Big ones that could fold out into a bed, so when (not if) friends came to visit, they could stay with Yuuri and Victor. 

After that, (and Victor had allowed extra time because Phichit really liked to talk sometimes), they were supposed to head back home where Yurio was going to visit. He was going to stop by on his way to practice and he was going to actually tell Yuuri how much he’d looked up to him in his youth (Victor had bribed him with the promise of choreography for next season). He was going to going to actually use his words to explain how dear Yuuri was to him. And Victor was going to suggest putting together an exhibition piece with all three of them in honour of their strange family dynamic. 

Then they were all supposed to head over to breakfast with Mila, Yurio and Georgi. Victor was going to show Yuuri a video he’d had the triplets back in Hasetsu make with the videos from his phone. He’d already watched it. It was heartwarming. It included scenes of well-wishes from friends at home (Yuuko, Minami, and Minako), and internationally (Guang-hong, Leo, Chris and Phichit, mostly) interspersed with snippets of rink time here in Russia where Yuuri was laughing and skating with his fellow rink-mates. 

Everything was supposed to fall into place. He’d planned it perfectly, he was sure. He wanted to make Yuuri’s heart swell with warmth and joy. Give him something to hold onto when his anxiety became too much; something Victor could remind him of when he was feeling particularly unsettled. It was the perfect sentiment for Valentine’s Day: the day of love, no matter the form. He’d planned it so the morning was for friends and family, an Agape love, with the evening reserved for him and a more Eros sentiment. 

It was supposed to be perfect. But Yuuri had made plans of his own. 


Victor gasps up at Yuuri as he slides his naked body smoothly over Victor’s as soon as their alarm rings. 

“Good morning,” he purrs, eyes dilated and aroused. He’s put on his full Eros persona and is giving Victor a show.   

“Yuuri-” Victor moans. Half of him wants to push his fiancé off, tell him to get dressed in time for his family’s call. The other half of him wants to see where this is going. 

“Shhh,” Yuuri grins, pressing a finger to Victor’s lips. “I have a Valentine’s gift I want to give you.” Victor isn’t going to refuse that. And then Yuuri does something with his mouth that drives any coherent thoughts from his mind

Ten minutes later, when his phone chimes with the call. Yuuri turns on the ‘do not disturb’ function, then throws it behind their pillows somewhere where it’ll be lost for half a day. Victor doesn’t even care. Not when Yuuri’s looking at him that way. Not when Yuuri’s captured his attention so thoroughly. 

It’s only two hours later, when Victor’s hands are tied up and out of the way, and he’s in a blissed-out state - Yuuri is gasping above him - does he hear the harsh slide of jingling keys in the lock of their apartment. 

“Oh, shit, shit,” He curses, “Yuuri, please, love,” he cries, “we need to-”

“Eyes on me only,” Yuuri demands, grabbing Victor’s chin roughly and pulling his attention back to his lover above him, unaware of what’s about to happen. 

Victor hopes dearly Yurio won’t just barge in on them because he’s powerless to stop Yuuri’s Eros right now. Yurio had been reluctant to take the keys to the apartment they’d given him months ago for his very reason - he doesn’t ever want to walk in on them. 

“Oiiii,” Yurio calls from the kitchen, “You guys back yet? Lets get this over with. I’m starving. I wanna go for breakfast.”

Yuuri doesn’t even falter in his rhythm, just raising one eyebrow as if to ask Victor ‘breakfast?’. 

“Yurio!” Victor calls out in the most even voice he can muster. “Just go ahead to breakfast by yourself! We’ll meet with you there!” 

“Huh? Why?” Yurio calls through the door. “I thought you wanted me to confess all that sappy shit to Yuuri. I’m not doing that in public.”

“Sappy shit?” Yuuri asks quietly, but Victor ignores him for a second. 

“Please, just-” he tires to explain, but breaks off with a gasp as Yuuri twists one of his nipples. 

There’s a pause where Victor’s sure Yurio’s right outside their bedroom door. It takes less than a second for Yurio to realizes what’s happening. “Are you fucking KIDDING ME?” He all-but shrieks. “Oh my god! I’m leaving. And you’re taking your key back at breakfast!” He yells, just before he slams their front door shut. 

“I ah, think we should finish up soon here,” Victor says reluctantly, turning his attention back to Yuuri. “We’re supposed to meet for breakfast. Actually, I had this whole romantic morning planned out-” he tries to explain. He’s afraid for a moment that Yuuri will be to embarrassed to continue. 

But his lover just smirks. “They can wait.”