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Lucky Us Ch. 20

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Story Summary:  -AU- Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s life isn’t going as planned: twenty-six, recently dumped, and running her parents’ bakery. The highlights of her day are the emails sent by her mysterious pen pal, Chat Noir. That is, until handsome model Adrien Agreste starts swinging by the bakery after hours. But how is he to know the Ladybug he loves is standing right in front of him?

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“Let me make it up to you,” Marinette said. She stepped in front of him and walked in reverse, hands clasped behind her back. “Come over Sunday. I’ve got another recipe I want to try out, and it’ll take me a day or two to tinker with.” He could keep insisting she had nothing to make up for, but she knew that he wouldn’t pass up an invitation for free dessert.

Sure enough, he gave her a look that bordered on suspicion, but then his eyes flickered past her shoulder and—

“Watch out!”

Lance had come storming into the room, arms flailing about wildly he looked almost cartoonish. Keith was the opposite, following behind him slowly with a passive expression on his face and looking like he’d rather be anywhere else.

Lance stopped in front of the others where they sat, and he turned to look at Shiro first. “You-” he spat, “And you-” he turned to Pidge, “And especially YOU-” he pointed an accusing finger at Hunk, “My BESTFRIEND and my TEAMMATES, who I thought I could trust with my LIFE!” He wailed dramatically while Keith continued standing there. “Here I am, going about my day, where I thought NOTHING could go wrong because let’s face it - my life is PERFECT and you’re all just JEALOUS,” he coughed the last bit into his hand, “When I happened to walk past Allura talking to the mice about how YOU THREE,” he paused for effect, “Have been calling me and Keith HUSBANDS behind our backs, and let me tell you - we are both outraged, RIGHT Keith?” he turned around for confirmation.

Keith gave a shrug.

“See?” Lance whipped back. “Keith is FURIOUS.”

anonymous asked:

So I just had an anxiety attack at work, it was the first one I had in years and I was wondering if maybe I could request some fluff with whichever charter you wish to write about.

So I can’t tell if this is more angst or fluff…EITHER WAY, I’ve really been craving a rescue fic for like the past few weeks, so I decided to write one! I hope you’re feeling better anon! Feel free to come back to talk to any of us if you ever need it <3

~Admin Kat


The only thing that you could pay attention to at the moment was that annoying dripping sound behind you. You couldn’t tell if it was a leaked pipe or something else, but as you stood in the darkness, it was the only other thing stimulating your senses other than the painful rubbing of the chains on your wrists.

How long had you been here?

You concentrated and tried to remember how you got here, but there was something thick pumping through your veins, slowing your blood flow. Your breathing was slow and your sweat made your skin sticky. 

You remembered that you were on a mission with Dazai and Atsushi investigating a disturbance that had arisen after the defeat of the Guild. 

You couldn’t remember anything after that. 

You inhaled sharply, tugging at the chains, whimpering in pain as the rusted metal dug into your skin. Your arms were chained up above your head, making breathing difficult. Frustrated, you tried to whip your arms down, which only made the chains pull your arms back harshly and you yelped out in pain, gathering the attention of your captor. 

A bright light was turned on, causing you to shut your eyes and attempt to cower, given what little mobility you had. 

“Oh~ I was hoping that it’d take a bit longer for you to wake, but I guess I underestimated your tenacity.”

You opened your eyes and saw your captor, who was smirking at you like you were his prey. He reached out and gently stroked the side of your cheek.

“I’m gonna make this simple, sweetheart. Tell me where The Book is and we can forget all this.” 

You turned your face away from him in order to avoid his touch. If he was serious about questioning you for the book, then you could be certain that you were taken during the mission which meant two things.

That this man was dangerous to have intercepted you, Dazai, and Atsushi and that help would be coming. 

You turned to him with a dead look in your eyes. “Go to hell.” 

His fake sympathetic look was long gone at this point. “Wrong answer.” 

At the press of a button, a continuous jet of electricity ran to your shackles and through your body. You arced your back in pain and let out a shriek that would have shaken the entire city.


“Dazai, you idiot!” Kunikida pulled the bandaged detective back from charging into the building that you were held in. 

Dazai Osamu rarely ever lost his composure. He was calculating and calm in all his maneuvers, but after losing you during that mission, he lost his ability to think entirely. He turned back and looked at Kunikida, a darkness present in his eyes. It was a darkness that no one has seen since he abandoned the Port Mafia.

He spoke slowly at a low volume. “Kunikida-kun,” he warned. “My girlfriend is currently trapped in a building that we know is associated with the enemy. I would advise you let me go before we both make a decision we’ll regret.”

As hotheaded and obsessed with control as Kunikida was, he drew his hand back, detecting the overwhelming aura coming from Dazai. 

As soon as Dazai was let go, he charged into the building. It didn’t matter how many people there were on guard. It didn’t matter how powerful they were. Before they could even process that Dazai was within their line of sight, they were dead. 

By the time Dazai had broken to the room that you were kept in, your captor had long since escaped. 

You weren’t really able to process what exactly had happened. You had only heard some alarms go off before your captor fled. 

Dazai kicked down the door and his heart immediately stopped when he saw you. You head hung low. Your arms were lifted by the chains at a painful angle. There were tears and cuts on your arms and torso with blood dripping out of them. 

“_____!” Dazai dropped everything and immediately ran to you, lifting your head so that he could see your face. “Wake up…dammit, _____! Wake up!!” 

You groaned in pain as your eyes fluttered open, your gaze meeting that of your lover. A pained smile took over your features. “…took you long enough…Osamu…” 

“Nonono, _____, stay awake!!”

As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t and your world faded to black.


You were awoken by the sound of ragged breathing as if someone was sobbing. Slowly, your eyes opened and you saw a tuft of brown hair in the corner of your eye. You shifted your gaze and groaned at how stiff your body had become, which got the attention of the sobbing man beneath you. 

Dazai’s head shot up and your heart stopped at the sight of your lover’s distraught look. Before you could even say anything, he pulled you into a tight hug, holding your head to his chest. 

“I-I thought you were gone…When I saw you…I’m sorry…I’m so so sorry…” 

You let out a shaky breath. “Dazai, you’re hurting me.” 

He immediately drew back. “I’m sorry! Are you okay?!”

You smiled at him, telling him not to worry without words. “I’m okay, Osamu…I promise…” You placed your hand on his, giving it a squeeze for reassurance. 

“I let you out of my sight that day…And I almost lost you…I will never let you out of my sight, again.”

Protect You // Kim Doyoung

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the prompt: can I request “You just “rescued” me from a dragon, and you look so proud, but that dragon is actually my best friend. Oops.“ Au with nct Doyoung Pretty please with cherry on top

words: 4031

category: fantasy + fluff

author note: i had to rewrite this three times lol. i like how it turned out though. doyoung is so lovely and deserves more love~ please enjoy!

- destinee

Originally posted by taesyong

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Ten years ago, you met Lucky. Of course, the dragon was only a fledgling at the time, just as you were only a child.

Being a curious kid, you would often run away from the safety of your backyard to explore the forest behind you. You would overturn rocks and climb trees to see if you could find yourself a bug or a small reptile to play around with.

Your lucky day came when you climbed a tree, only to see a baby dragon sleeping on the highest branch. Dragons were rare in your country, known for being big and ferocious creatures who often murdered anyone they came across. They were also major kleptomaniacs who crept into people’s homes and stole their gold and jewelry.

You were only around eight years old. Dragons weren’t scary to you. In fact, they were a part of your daily bedtime routine. Your mother liked to tell you stories about a knight coming to rescue the princess from the dragon.

Now, seeing a small silver dragon sleeping on a branch, your heart swelled up with affection. You were only a child. All you saw in front of you was a new pet to take home.

You scooped the little dragon into your arms and climbed down the tree cautiously. Then you ran back to your house, eager to show your mother your new friend.

Needless to say, your mother wasn’t amused. Still, she knew that you were a lonely kid, and what better way to protect her daughter than a fire-breathing dragon?

She gave you permission to keep and train him.

You named him Lucky. He grew up with you. Where you grew past five feet, he grew past twenty. You hid him in the forest behind your house. It was more than ten acres of land, complete with a large cave for Lucky to nap in.

You fed him fish and gifted him in little gold coins. Of course, your afternoons were spent playing fetch with and riding the oversized reptile.

Lucky was your best friend, and there was no one else you wanted by your side.

-

Doyoung stood at attention with his fellow knights-in-training.

All his life he had wanted to be a knight, protecting his country from harm. Although school was hard, Doyoung wasn’t sure he would trade this opportunity for anything.

He only had half of a year left before he was finally offered knighthood by the royal family. All he would have to do was a few tasks.

The first of which was being announced at the present moment.

“Today, you will each be given an opportunity to gain instant knighthood through this challenge.”

Doyoung’s ears perked up at his teacher’s words. This was his chance.

“The princess has agreed to help us. She is hidden somewhere in the forest, being guarded by a dragon. Find the princess, defeat the dragon, and bring her back safely. Whoever does this will be knighted by the princess herself.”

Doyoung could already feel his adrenaline pumping. His fingers curled around the hilt of his sword. He was ready to save the princess. He was ready to become a real knight.

“The forest goes on for miles, and I have no idea where the dragon took the princess,” his teacher said. “You may venture wherever you wish. The task doesn’t end until the princess is safely returned. Only when you hear the horn may you return.”

When his teacher told them they were allowed to go, Doyoung ran in the opposite direction of all the other knight trainees.

He wanted to do this alone. He wanted to be the first knight accepted by the royal family.

He set off at an excited run.

-

“Lucky!” You called, entering the cavernous stone cave.

Your oversized dragon came flying at the sound of your voice, his slender body maneuvering around the stalactites and stalagmites of the cave.

The cave was humongous, which was convenient for you and your dragon. He could sleep and live comfortably. He could even fly and run around if he wanted. The endless twists and turns of the cave were enough for a human to lose his way. Luckily, Lucky was always there to make sure you could find your way out if the two of you ventured too deep.

Lately, Lucky had been obsessed with the small lake that resided inside of the cave. Like every day this month, he tugged on your sleeve with his teeth until you followed him to the water source.

“I can’t believe you are going to play in the water after I brought you your favorite cooked fish,” you said to him.

In response, Lucky splashed you with his tail.

“Hey!” You laughed, wiping the dirty water out of your eyes. “That’s no way to treat the one who raised you.”

Lucky ignored you and stuck his snout below the surface of the water. He then blew out, causing many bubbles to appear.

Since your dragon was occupied, you decided to walk around the cave. It was only known to you and Lucky. If your mother didn’t detest the idea, you would probably live here. The cool surface of the cave walls seemed to be a comfort to you as you ran your hand along them.

Suddenly, startling you, Lucky flew past, towards the opening of the cave. “Lucky, come back!”

If other people saw a healthy dragon of Lucky’s size, there was no doubt they would try to bring him down. That’s why you kept Lucky in the cave. He usually had no reason to leave, unless he felt threatened.

You ran as fast as your legs could take you. There was no way you were going to let anyone find and hurt your dragon.

“Lucky! Where did you go?” You rounded a tree and looked up, wondering if he flew into the sky.

“Princess!”

You jerked at the sound of another voice. If it was a dragon hunter, both you and Lucky were doomed.

Suddenly, your hand was grabbed and you found yourself being pulled away by a stranger.
You struggled out of his grip, shouting profanities towards the man. All you could see was the back of his slender body and his dark hair.

He only held tighter to your wrist, pulling you back into the cave. His face was now visible, and bright doe-like eyes stared at you the same way a mother would. “Are you okay, Princess?”

“Princess?” You asked. You couldn’t really ask anything else at the present moment.

“Yes,” he replied, still a bit out of breath. “I rescued you from the dragon, didn’t I?”

An excited tone took on his voice as his smile grew. “Now you’re going to knight me.”

“Who are you and what are you talking about?” You pushed the strange, albeit attractive, boy away from you.

“I’m Doyoung. I’m training to be a knight. Don’t you know that?”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Am I supposed to? I think you must have me confused with someone else.”

As you stepped away from him, his face fell. “You’re not the princess?”

You looked down at your ratty clothes and wondered what gave him that idea. “I’m no princess. I’m Y/n.”

“I’m not supposed to save you from a fire-breathing dragon?” His face fell, and you half wanted to pretend to be princess just to make him smile again.

His smile had been so refreshing that his frown felt like a tsunami of despair.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “But Lucky is my best friend. I don’t need saving from him.”

“Lucky?” Doyoung stood up straighter. His gaze met yours, “That’s a bit of a problem.”

“What did you do?”

Doyoung scratched the back of his neck and sent you an embarrassed smile. “I sort of tied your dragon up.”

“How did you manage to do that?”

“In retrospect, he kind of ran up to me. To see who was trespassing, I guess. So I tied him up.”

You set your face into a cold, glaring stone. “Please show me to my dragon.”

“O-Okay,” he gulped at your tone. “This way, then.”

You followed him back out into the open air, where he kept his strides quick and to the point. You ended up walking beside him, “So why do you want to be knighted so badly?”

The boy turned to you, surprised at your effort to make conversation. “Oh, well it’s always been a dream of mine to protect this country. My father was a knight, and he has always been my greatest role model.”

“So I’m guessing the dream is dead?” If he were to say yes, you’d feel guilty.

“Not necessarily,” he spoke, a lighter tone taking over his voice. “This was a task, to save the princess. If I were to complete it, I would’ve been knighted instantly. I’ll still be knighted eventually, I just really wanted to start now.”

You stopped. “I have an idea on how you can find the princess, but we need Lucky to complete it. Let’s hurry.”

-

Lucky didn’t even seem to care that he was tied up. He had found a small pink flower patch to keep him occupied.

You ran up to the dragon as he rolled in the floral patch. “What are you doing, you nut?”

As you scratched behind Lucky’s ears, Doyoung stood behind you nervously.

“I’m really sorry for tying him up,” he said. “I had no idea there were friendly dragons in these woods.”

“I understand.” You began to untie the knots Doyoung made. “Not many people know that dragons can be trained. That’s why I keep Lucky hidden. If any of the king’s men saw him, they would shoot him.”

You sent the boy a smile, “I’m glad you only tied him up.”

“I’m not sure I could ever actually kill one,” Doyoung admitted. “I don’t know if I have it in me.”

You listened to him, but climbed into Lucky’s back while doing it. Then you turned around and held out your arm, “Let’s go, then.”

He looked skeptical.

You rolled your eyes. “Lucky is a smooth flyer, I promise.”

He reluctantly took your hand and allowed you to help him onto the giant reptile’s back. As soon as he was seated behind you, he wrapped his arms tightly around your torso. “Okay. I think I’m ready.”

“I’m not,” you wheezed. He loosened his hold on you and apologized.

“Are you afraid of heights?” You turned to see his reaction.

With cheeks tinged pink, he averted his gaze away from you and nodded.

“Alright,” you rolled your eyes. “I guess you can hold on to me.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. The boy latched onto you and hid his face in your hair. “Tell me when we get there,” he requested, his voice muffled by your hair.

His breathing against the back of your neck was somewhat of a distraction, and you found yourself having a hard time getting Lucky in the air.

“Okay.” You took a deep breath. “Lucky, there’s another dragon somewhere near here. Can you sense him?”

Your dragon nodded, or what you assumed was a nod, and turned himself in mid air.

Doyoung’s grip around you tightened, “I don’t like this, Princess.”

“I told you I’m not a princess,” you muttered.

“Can’t I call you princess anyways?” he questioned. “It suits you.”

Currently you were dressed in peasant clothes, your hair was half out of it’s braid, and there was definitely grime on your face and under your fingernails. How in the world did being called princess suit you?

“It doesn’t suit me, though.” You said, turning your head slightly.

“Of course it does,” Doyoung argued, his soft voice right at your ear. You could feel his lips brush against the shell of your ear as he spoke, “Besides, a princess is meant to be kind and helpful, brave and strong. So you’re basically a princess.”

You tried to ignore the heat that started in your stomach and crept all the way up to your neck.

Boys never talked to you. Heck, girls never even talked to you. Everyone thought you were a big liar, thanks to all the stories about Lucky that you would tell them.

You had always been a pretty friendly person, which explained your natural way of talking to Doyoung. He was only another person, someone you were helping along their way.

So why did you get butterflies every time he spoke to you? Why did his voice drip like honey and cling to your senses until you felt unable to breathe? Why did he speak so well to someone he barely knew?

Was it charisma or was it a very believable lie?

You wished your mother had taught you these things when you were a child. How to spot a lying male who only spoke with selfishness upon his tongue.

Doyoung seemed difficult for you to follow, and you wondered if there was any way to figure the boy out.

Perhaps he was the simple one and you were the one too complicated to figure out.

“We’re here,” you spoke out as Lucky began to descend onto a large, grassy knoll.

You hopped off of the dragon first, extending a helping hand to Doyoung, who looked scared to climb off of the reptile.

“It’s only ten feet, give or take,” you tried to assure him. “Just use Lucky’s leg as leverage.”

Doyoung climbed down with the speed of a sloth. When he finally grabbed your hand and landed safely on the ground, you snorted.

“Don’t laugh at me,” Doyoung said. He let go of your hand and unsheathed his sword.

“Woah,” you held out your arm. “I was just joking. No need to cut my arm off.”

Doyoung rolled his eyes and the edges of his lips drew up into a smile. “This is to save the princess, Princess.”

You glared at him. “I told you I’m not the princess.”

“I told you that I didn’t care,” Doyoung returned haughtily, smirking.

You huffed, “Let’s just go find this dragon. There’s a tower over there. That would be the cliché place to hide a princess.”

-

From the bottom of the tower, Doyoung looked up, squinting and shielding his eyes. “How am I supposed to get up there?”

You glanced at the vertical fortress and shrugged. “Not my problem.”

Before you could turn around and walk back to Lucky, Doyoung grabbed your wrist. “Don’t leave, please. I still need help.”

“What kind of knight are you if you need this much help from a peasant girl?”

Your grumbling only caused the boy to smile. “Would you rather me say the truth? That I like your company and want you to stay with me a little longer?”

“No,” you said, ducking your head to hide your burning cheeks. “There’s no need for that. Let’s go.”

The two of you walked around the tunnel and thankfully found the door to the staircase.

You looked at the uncountable number of stairs, “Doyoung, do I have to?”

Doyoung didn’t reply. He merely grabbed your hand and pulled you behind him as he began to climb. “C'mon, Princess.”

You grumbled, ripping your hand out from his. “This is going to take forever.”

You were right. As the two of you reached the utmost step, you collapsed onto the ground, sucking in deep gulps of air. Doyoung stood above you, only slightly winded.

He squatted down to look at you with pity, “How sad. I thought you would be in better shape than that.”

“I ride a dragon everywhere I go,” you retorted. “Of course I’m out of shape.”

Doyoung waited patiently while you lay there, struggling to pull back the strength that hid deep inside of you. Suddenly, a roar ripped through the tower. Your eyes shot open and you stood up. “It sounds angry.”

“Can we defeat it?”

You looked at the worried boy and nodded determinedly, “Of course. Here’s the plan: I’ll distract the dragon and you grab the princess and go.”

“I won’t leave you,” he said.

“You have to,” you insisted. “Otherwise, the dragon will get killed by one of your knight friends if they come find us and decide to help.”

Doyoung sighed. “Fine.”

There was only one room in the tower, so you walked into it. There, the princess lay still on a cot as a dark red dragon paced back and forth beside her.

“Wait here,” you whispered to Doyoung. You entered the room, alerting the dragon of your presence. “Hey, buddy. My name is Y/n. I bet you’d like a scratch under the chin, wouldn’t you? There we go…” The dragon began to close his eyes as you scratched under his chin.

“Doyoung, grab her and go.” you hissed.

He obliged, picking up the princess bridle style and carrying her out the door. As his footsteps got farther away, you began to back up towards the door as well.

“Good dragon,” you said lowly as the dragon began to sink down in a drowsy state. This was the technique you used to put Lucky to bed when the dragon was too wound up. You were just thankful it worked on this dragon as well.

Soon, the dragon’s head hit the bed and small snores fell from his snout. “Goodnight,” you squeaked before hightailing it out of there.

Once you reached the bottom and closed the sort behind you, you heard the unmistakable sound of a hunting horn being blown.

Doyoung must’ve returned the princess safely.

-

A entire month later, you were sitting against Lucky’s stomach, reading a book as he slept.

“Y/n? Are you in here?”

You jumped, startled as you heard the voice you never thought you would hear again. “Doyoung?”

He walked into the part of the cave you abided in. You looked at his form, straighter and taller. He wore a crisp, blue uniform, with badges and medals adorning the place above his heart. He looked like a true knight. “Hello, Princess.”

You smiled, putting your book to the side and standing up. “What are you doing here?”

Doyoung crossed his arms over his chest and smiled goofily, “You thought I would leave without thanking the person who helped me achieve my dream?”

You shrugged, looking down. “Kind of? I don’t know your personality.”

Doyoung stepped closer to you and reached out, gently lifting your chin to meet his eyes. “I wanted to see you sooner, but my new training has been taking up all of my time.”

He moved his hand and scratched the back of his neck and chuckled, “I kind of snuck away to see you just now.”

“Why?” You asked. “I would’ve understood.”

“Yeah,” Doyoung said. His voice than turned soft, “I just wanted to see you. I wanted to see how you were doing.”

You gestured to a sleeping Lucky, and the novel discarded. “I was just avoiding my responsibilities. I’m supposed to feed Lucky but he looked so peaceful I didn’t want to wake him.”

“I could help you,” he suggested.

“Okay,” you agreed. You nudged your dragon gently. “Wake up, Lucky. Time for food.”

At the mention of food, Lucky peaked one eye open.

“I’ll go get the meat. You can stay here,” you said.

Then Lucky suddenly growled at Doyoung.

“Nope.” The knight ran away from the dragon, towards you. “I’ll go with you.”

“You’re such a baby,” you teased.

“He growled at me!”

“He growls at everyone teen minutes after being woken up and so do you, I bet.” You laughed at the way he clung to your upper arm.

“I’ll just stick with you, thanks.”

“You know,” you said as you picked up the feeding bucket. “Me and Lucky are kind of a package deal.”

“Meaning?”

You walked back to your dragon, enjoying the worried stance of Doyoung. “Meaning that we can’t be friends if you don’t like Lucky.”

“I like Lucky,” he said, a bit to quickly. “He helped me that day just as much as you did. I can’t help but be just a little nervous when a fire breathing dragon looks angry.”

“I get that.” You handed him the bucket. “Now you feed him and he’ll never be mad at you. As long as you don’t hurt me, of course.”

“That wouldn’t happen,” Doyoung said as he fed a piece of meat to Lucky. “You know, he’s kinda like a big puppy. Like a giant, scaly, man-eating puppy.”

“He doesn’t eat men,” you defended. You stepped beside Doyoung and helped him feed the dragon. “He just eats meat.”

“By the way, did you cook all this? It doesn’t look raw.” He peered into the bucket.

“Yeah, I cook everything my mom doesn’t and feed it to Lucky. I don’t want him to eat raw meat,” you laughed. “It’s gross.”

“That’s a lot of work.”

“Owning a dragon is a lot of work,” you agreed. “I think it’s worth it though. I raised him. He’s kept me company all these years so I suppose I owe it to him.”

“Don’t you have any human friends? A boyfriend? Anyone?”

You glared at him, “It’s not as pathetic as it sounds.”

“Not pathetic,” Doyoung mumbled. “Just lonely.”

You placed the bucket down, “What can you do? I spend all my time with Lucky. I can’t go out and meet new people when I have to keep this big guy entertained.”

As if he sensed you talking about him, Lucky stopped eating and looked between you and Doyoung. Then, the conniving dragon used his tail to push you into Doyoung’s arms before going back to eating like nothing happened.

Doyoung grabbed your waist to steady you and you let out a gasp. “I’m sorry,” you looked up at Doyoung. That was a bad decision, as he looked two times more handsome up close. “I, um, he must’ve been telling me it was okay to have a friend.”

You waited for Doyoung to let go of you, but he didn’t. Your hands were suspended awkwardly at your sides, afraid to touch him.

“I don’t want to be friends, Y/n,” Doyoung said.

Your arms dropped to your sides as your expression deflated. Some little piece of your heart seemed to break off as his words registered in your brain. You had gotten sort of attached to him, so you simply assumed he would’ve been attached to you as well.

“Why not? I know I’m not very fun but I can try. I can come to your knight tournaments or whatever it is you guys do–” Lucky grunted, interrupting you. You turned around to see your dragon glaring at you. “What?”

Doyoung laughed, “I think your dragon understood before you did.”

“What?”

Suddenly, Doyoung’s face dipped down. His nose bumped against yours, “I want to be more than friends, Y/n.”

“Oh,” your face flushed and your breath suddenly felt very shallow. “That’s sounds doable.”

Doyoung smiled. His eyes trailed down your face, stopping at your lips. “Can I..?”

You answered him by pushing yourself up, meeting him halfway. Your hands found their place: one on his shoulder and the other at the nape of his neck.

Doyoung’s grip tightened as his lips moved against yours, pulling your body as close to his as he could. He deepened the kiss and moved his hands to cup your face.

A flash went off at your side, shocking you and Doyoung out of the kiss. Lucky had blew a stream of fire behind Doyoung.

“Oh no,” Doyoung suddenly hid behind you. “He thinks I was hurting you. I’m going to die.”

You giggled. “I think he just didn’t want us to kiss while he ate his dinner,” you assured Doyoung, gesturing to Lucky, who had gone back to eating as soon as you two had stopped kissing.

“Thank goodness,” Doyoung breathed, moving from behind you.

“Scaredy cat~” you sang, moving away from Doyoung.

“Leave me alone,” he said, embarrassedly staring at the ground.

You smiled and ran back to him, hugging him around the waist. “Don’t worry, Doyoung. I’ll protect you.”

~the end~

anonymous asked:

I was re-reading your jailbreak drabbles and in the one where hyungwon goes "missing" I was really digging the subtle hyungwonho feels and was wondering, if you were up for it, if you could write a small one about their shenanigans in the gang and how jooheon has to deal with the aftermath or something?

(42) Jailbreak | Gangster AU


“You did what with all the guns?” Jooheon’s irritated voice sounds throughout the space. Hyungwon and Hoseok stand before him, side by side, arms tucked behind their backs and expressions of slight guilt painted onto their faces, just as children being scolded. 

“We took out all the ammunition and hid it around the house.”

Jooheon’s fingers come up to furiously rub his temples. “And why exactly did you do that?”

The boys glance at each other once, with Hyungwon ever so subtly trying to hold back a smile. “To see who can find them all first.”

Jooheon blinks hard. “And what did you get from that?”

“That I am officially better than him.” Hoseok juts his chin out, though Hyungwon’s brows are furrowing quickly in protest.

“Listen, I got all the biggest cartridges-”

“No, you didn’t. You were on the couch the whole time.”

“Yes, because I hid them in the couch.”

Jooheon curses at his slowly forming headache. “Has it occurred to you that we might need those things? In case we…..I don’t know, get raided by another gang?”

Hyungwon quite literally waves him off. “It’s okay, we can find them all easily.”

Jooheon narrows his eyes. “And did you?”

Another set of glances are thrown at each other. “Um… we still have to keep looking for the last ones,” Hoseok says, a bit weakly.

“But we’ll find them,” Hyungwon assures, though Hoseok is straightening up again.

“I can find them all first.”

“Okay, you go do that.”

Hoseok immediately sets off searching through the house, and Hyungwon takes the chance to slop onto the couch. He only notices Jooheon staring once he completely sprawls his body all along the cushions.

“What? It’s fun watching him compete against himself.”

“If someone dies in a firefight because they didn’t have ammo, it’s on you.” Jooheon points a hopefully threatening finger at the unmoving gangster, though he seems unfazed

“Actually, it’s on Hoseok because he hid the magazines way in the back of the-”

“I found them!” Hoseok calls from somewhere far off, and it takes a moment out of Jooheon’s blinding anger to see him emerging from out of the refrigerator with the ammunition in his grip. 

Jesus fucking–no more of these games, alright!? We can’t afford it!”

Both of their faces immediately fall. “But-”

“Do you want me to get Y/n here to scold you properly?”

The room is blanketed in pin-drop silence almost immediately, and it does everything to curl a smile on Jooheon’s lips and pride in his stomach. 

“I thought so.”

sleepy-shipper  asked:

I thought Storm In The Room was a very good episode, but I felt like the ending was kinda a let down. I loved how Steven finally stood up to 'Rose' and was more or less admitting these feelings and thoughts to himself. But I didn't like how when Rose was asking him does he think everything she said on the tape was a lie, and that Steven just agrees. I felt like Steven could have say that's not an excuse and she's still guilty of all the things that she is done and the mess that she left behind.

^^^^

anonymous asked:

say you love me, and only me. (tsukiyagami) //it's not really dark, he just loves him a lot and wants the same in turn ♥️

DARK/OBSESSIVE SENTENCE STARTERS / accepting

L smiles – almost fondly. Despite the usual meaning of these words, which could make one shiver and bite their tongue, L pulls Light close instead of backing away, and nuzzles his neck gently. “You know I do,” he begins, a smile already tugging at the corner of his lips, feeling the younger one squirm slightly; impatiance. That’s not what he wants to hear, but teasing him has always been one of L’s favorite things to do, and his smile is now clearly present. He understands Light’s motives behind the sweet request, just like he usually does; he just wants reassurement, wants him to feel exactly how he feels. So L just murmurs with a smile; “I love you, and only you.” // @tsukiyagami

Lucky Strike - Ron Speirs x Reader

Requested by @foreverparasitic : Hello lovely🌼 Can I request an imagine where the reader is part of Easy as a regular soldier but she fits in perfectly and gets along with everyone (maybe except Cobb lmaoo) and she accepts all of Speirs’ offers for a cigarette and the boys are just baffled because of it and start to think they have something going on behind closed doors but in reality she’s just not afraid of Speirs? I’m so sorry it’s a long request I love your writing and thought you’d do a great job writing it💕

HERE YOU GO BABE - I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS REQUEST - SOME GOOD OLE’ SPEIRS LOVE

Originally posted by abduloki

“How about you get assigned to clean the barracks instead of me? You’re used to cleaning anyways.” Cobb grumbled as you walked by.

You just rolled your eyes. “Bite me, Cobb.”

“I wish I could, you beaut.” Guarnere winked at you and you laughed, shoving him as you walked by. He was one of your closest friends in Easy and he always stood up for you when the men were disrespectful. Of course that was long ago when you first joined, and now you got along with mostly everyone.

“Hey asshole, she’s ranked higher than you. Don’t say shit like that.” Liebgott chided.

You smiled at him thankfully and headed out the door.

You took a seat on the front stairs along with Christenson, Malarkey, and a replacement whom you didn’t know. They were all looking out at the battered town, cigarettes hanging from their lips. You watched enviously as they puffed; it had been days since you had a cigarette and you were craving one. Before the war, you swore you’d never smoke, but times change and the stress was heavy.

“You men gonna offer Sergeant (Y/N) a Lucky Strike?”

Their heads snapped towards the voice that came from behind you. You looked over your shoulder to see Captain Speirs looking down at you, his eyes unreadable (as usual).

“F-fresh out sir.” The replacement stuttered. “I gave my last two to these men.”

“Huh.” He nodded at the private’s words, but his eyes never left yours. “(Y/N), how about it?” He dug a pack out of his pocket and opened it, holding it out to you.

You stared at it, thinking about all of the stories going around. Whether or not they were true, you didn’t know, but you knew for sure that he would never hurt you.

Imagining how funny it would be to see the looks on their faces, you decided to accept his offer. “Thank you, sir.” You reached out and pulled a cigarette from the box.

He flashed a smile that others usually found unsettling, but you found quite charming. “My pleasure, Sergeant.”

He disappeared into the doors behind you and you turned back to look at their expressions.

Christenson and Malarkey looked surprised, but the other boy looked downright frightened.

“What?” You asked innocently as you grabbed a lighter from Christenson’s hand.

He let out a nervous laugh and shook his head. “You’re a brave woman, (Y/N).”

Malarkey nodded and eyed you suspiciously. “Yeah — yeah you are. You got something goin’ on there?”

“What do you mean?” You stared at them.

“With Speirs. The way he was looking at you…” Christenson started to grin.

“Oh hell no. Why would I do that? I’d be discharged before I could get my clothes back on.” You snorted.

They laughed along with you and the replacement smiled.

“He’s not as scary as everyone makes him out to be. You know about what he did in Foy, he’s a good man.” You took a drag and closed your eyes.

“Whatever you say. He’s still intimidating as f*ck. Why is he always lurking?” The private tossed his cigarette into the street.

The three of you laughed at his question and you took another drag, puffing out a stream of smoke. “You get used to it.”

“I’m not complaining, but why did you invite me over all of the sudden?” Obi said, his arms crossed over his chest with one eyebrow cocked upwards, listening curiously as Shirayuki fumbled around in the kitchen after he was ordered to stay out.

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crisoninthetardis  asked:

Hi! I just wanted to tell you that I love the way you write and since I'm an hard Bughead shipper I can't wait to read something else from you about them. Aaaaand so...if you're still accepting prompt, that's mine: "and everyday I'm learning about you the things that no one else sees" by XX

Aww I love this prompt. And thank you so much for the kind words!!



To most of the town, Elizabeth Cooper was the smart, sweet, girl next door. The one who was never late for an appointment, always did her homework, and always had a smile on her face.

But to Jughead, she was so much more. He saw the fire behind those green eyes. He saw how her smile sometimes looked forced. He saw how she gripped her hands into tight fists to keep control.

Jughead knew there was a lot more to her than you could see on the surface, and everyday he was peeling back the layers, learning more and more about the incredible girl he was dating.


Jughead walked into the Blue and Gold offices just as Cheryl was walking out. The redhead blew past him with a hair flip, not even acknowledging his presence. Jughead entered to find Betty standing in the center of the room, her cheeks red and her hands in fists. It was a stance he had seen many times, and he knew it meant that she was fighting for control. Shutting the door behind him, Jughead hurried over to her. He took one of her hands in both of his, he slowly uncurled her fingers, surprised to see the red crescents on her palm. He gently kissed her palm before doing the same to her other hand. When he looked up he saw Betty watching him, her green eyes wide.

“I started it when I was little” Betty spoke softly, offering him an explanation to his unasked question. “I had a bad temper, I was always getting into fights with Polly. After one particularly bad screaming match, my mother came into my room. I still remember how scarily calm she was. I kept waiting for her to yell or get mad, but she didn’t.  She simply said, ‘Elizabeth, do you know why I am not yelling? Because anger is not ladylike or kind. Before I came in here I counted backwards from ten in my head to calm myself down. You need to find something that works for you, because I cannot have a daughter who loses her calm at the slightest thing.’ and then she left, just like that. So next time I got angry I tried counting back from ten, it didn’t work, but while I was counting I was concentrating so hard that my hands were in fists. Its when I noticed the pain that I finally calmed down. I focused on the pain in my hands instead of my anger and I was able to distract myself long enough to cool down. And I’ve been doing it ever since.” Betty finished and took her hands from his, turning her back to him.

“Betty…” Jughead walked around so he was facing her and took her face in his hands.

“I’ve never told anyone that” She looked up at him with eyes filled with tears.

“I’m sorry that your mother told you that it’s not okay to get angry, because sometimes it is. Getting angry is only human, you have to blow off steam sometimes.”

“Easy for you to say, Mr. Mad at the world.” Betty scoffed, but her tone had no heat and her eyes held only affection.

“Look, I know we were raised differently, but next time you feel yourself getting angry, I say you get angry. Yell a little, you’d be amazed at how good it can feel.”

“I’m not sure Juggie.” Betty bite her lip

“Look, just try it. If you hate it then we will figure something else out okay?” Jughead ran his thumb across her lip, causing her to smile.

“Okay, I’ll try”

“Just promise me you won’t do this anymore.” He said, taking her hand.

“I’ll try” Betty repeated. Jughead leaned down to kiss her, because her trying was all he could ask for.


“What?” Jughead practically yelled with a laugh

“Shhh” Betty waved her hands at him and looked around Pop’s

“You’re telling me that you broke your hand in third grade it was by falling off the bed?” Jughead collapsed into laughed. Betty was watching him with a partly amused, partly exasperated expression.

“Yes Jughead, and may I remind you, you promised not to laugh.” Betty huffed. Jughead sat up straighter and attempted to compose himself.

“So that story you told us, about going off the jump on your bike and falling, that was a complete lie?” Jughead remember how Betty had proudly walked into their third grade classroom, displaying her pink cast and telling people her harrowing story as they signed it. She was viewed as quite the little daredevil for a while, after all, no other elementary school kid would ever dare to go off Joey Johnson’s bike jump. He was a high schooler who was known for his crazy jumps.

“Well it wasn’t a complete lie…” Betty said softly. Jughead perked up, waiting for her to continue. She laughed at his eagerness. “I did go off Joey’s jump, the only difference is that I landed it.”

“You what?” Jughead’s mouth dropped open in surprise

“I landed it” Betty gave him a smug look.

“They why did you tell everyone that’s how you broke your hand?” Jughead furrowed his brow in confusion.

“Because I was embarrassed with how I really broke my hand, and I knew if I told people the truth about Joey’s jump, it would eventually get back to my parents and they would ground me. My mom let me tell the lie about my arm because she knew I was embarrassed and she thought it wasn’t true.”

“You…” Jughead shook his head in amazement, “You never cease to surprise me Betty Cooper. Not only were you a little daredevil, but you were a clever one as well.”

“Yup” Betty took a sip of her milkshake

“But, you were a bit of a clutz weren’t you. I mean who breaks their arm falling off of a bed.” Jughead teased. Betty reached across the booth to swat him on the arm.

“You’re never going to let me live that down are you?”

“Nuh-uh” Jughead shook his head.

“I never should’ve told you that.” Betty said with a laugh.

“Maybe, but if you hadn’t I wouldn’t know I wouldn’t know how badass my girlfriend was. I mean I always knew you were tough, but now that I know you’ve landed Joey Johnson’s jump, I have a whole new level of respect for you.” Jughead grinned. Betty’s eyes widened in surprise slightly.

“You think I’m tough?”

“Oh absolutely.” Jughead responded, watching her expression turn from surprised to mischevious. Betty leaned across the table and Jughead couldn’t help but lean forward as well.

“Good” She said sweetly, “Because if you tell anyone how I really broke my arm, I’ll show you how tough I can be.”

“My lips are sealed.” Jughead leaned back in his seat and gave her his best smirk. He would never admit because he enjoyed teasing her so much, but he loved that she felt comfortable to tell him the things that she had never told anyone before.


As time went on, Jughead was able to pick up Betty’s moods based on her mannerisms. He could tell before anyone else when she was happy or stressed or sad. Sometimes he suspected that he knew it before Betty herself knew what she was feeling.

Betty gestured with her hands when she was excited. Her movements grew bigger and she made a lot of sudden, slightly wild gestures with her hands. Jughead learned to stay a few steps back when she got like that. He would smile and let her go on and on about what was making her so excited.

Betty was very bouncy when she was happy. She would bounce on the balls of her feet, or in her chair, or as she walked. Jughead loved seeing her bouncing towards him from down the hall, blonde ponytail swinging behind her. She would bounce up to him, clap her hands together in front of her and tell him why she was happy.

Betty couldn’t sit still when she was nervous. She would fidget in her chair or get up and pace or twist her hands anxiously together. Jughead figured out that the best thing to do when she got like that was to get her moving. He would suggest a walk and tell her stories to distract her.

When Betty was stressed or overwhelmed, her ADHD kicked into overdrive. She had trouble focusing on what was happening in front of her and would often stare into space, caught up in her thoughts. Sometimes Jughead would encourage her to talk about what was wrong, other times, when she didn’t want to talk, he would leave her to her thoughts.

Betty’s face was an open book when she was sad. Her big green eyes would be wider than usual and filled with gloom. Her usual smile would be missing, replaced by a frown. Jughead found that affection was usual the best way to help her when she was sad. She would melt into his hugs and hold his hand tightly and lean against him as they walked. Jughead would make sure that she knew that he was there for her.


Thanks for reading!! If people like this one I might add onto it with one about Jughead from Betty’s perspective :)

20 Shades of Love - Shades Alvarez |1 of 20|

“Stop it! You know that I care about you!”
________

He just couldn’t see it. No matter how much you try to do your best for him, he started to believe that he would never be able to see it. He was always pushing himself to be the best, but it wasn’t for you, it was for her.

And at one point he pushed himself too far.

“Stop it! You know that I care about you!”

You yelled at the man who could hardly walk. You were so sure that one of his ribs was busted, but he wouldn’t allow you to even look at it.

You felt his harsh gaze behind those glasses as he scoffed and turned away, leaving you there in the middle of the stairwell to dwell over everything that just happened.

pidgeonlance replied to your post: “commandertittysprinkles replied to your post: “Repeat after me: Keith…”:

that’s, dumb, and really kinda insulting?? not that i’d dislike a character with poor hygiene cause, bro, that is relatable for me, however, there needs to really be more depth behind it and if their reason is just to turn people off from him then?? that’s fucked?? (or is there an actual reason?)

From what I could see from the people who headcanon that he has poor hygiene, they normally don’t have a good reason other than to poke fun at him and it’s really disrespectful imo; the anon made a fair point about making a reason behind why Keith would have poor hygiene. Not because he doesn’t know how to take care of himself, but it’s just that he forgets to. I really like that headcanon the anon has! 

(As someone who struggles with mental illness, I can relate to that pretty hard. I tend to neglect my own health (such as forgetting to eat or to shower) because I’m caught in too deep in my own shit to really pay attention to what’s going on in present-time. Does that make sense?)

Pictures of the Eros costume popped up again on my twitter tl and I scream a bit every time I see it BC LIKE

VIKTOR DOES HELP YUURI WITH ALL PREPARATIONS AFTER ALL and it’s so funny to see these tiny details because it shows JUST HOW MUCH TIME THEY SPEND TOGETHER BEHIND THE SCENES BUILDING THEIR RELATIONSHIP 

ALSO HOW CUTE IS IT THAT VIKTOR ALSO DOES YUURI’S HAIR FOR HIM NOW

Yuuri could obviously fix his hair on his own without problems but it’s so sweet that Viktor just takes over all of these things AND THEY OBVIOUSLY LOVE IT AS WELL and tons of people already discussed it but the act of brushing someone’s hair has a much more intimate history in Japanese culture as well

THESE TWO ARE SO PURE THEY CARE SO MUCH FOR EACH OTHER ON EVERY LEVEL AND OBVIOUSLY ENJOY ALL OF THESE SMALL THINGS THEY DO TOGETHER A GREAT DEAL I love how their relationship blossoms so seamlessly in the moments we don’t get to see in the show

Yuri on Ice interview translation - Pash! 2016/12 (p14)

This is a translation of Mitsurou Kubo’s detailed commentary on episodes 1-6 (plus some about ep.8) that appeared on the Dec. 2016 Pash! issue. I wish I could’ve posted it yesterday, but I was too tired to double-check it… It’s very interesting and there’s lots of “behind-the-scenes”, so have fun reading while we wait for episode 9 (can’t wait already)!

Some notes:
In the magazine, some parts of the commentary are written in bold font and some in even bolder font. I recreated it with italic for the first and bold for the latter. (So yeah those are not highlighted by me, I’m just recreating how the actual article is.) The episode titles are left in Japanese because I’m not watching any sub/dub so not sure what to use as an “official” translation. As for character lines, for the same reason I’m not using the translations appeared in the sub/dub so they might be worded differently than what you are used to hear.

***If you wish to share this translation please do it by reblogging or posting a link to it***
***Re-translating into other languages is ok but please mention that this post is the source***


Mitsurou Kubo complete commentary!
Mitsurou Kubo-san is in charge of creating the original plan for the screenplay, in the form of a manga storyboard. We have asked her to comment on the story so far!

Episode 1 “Nan no Pirozhki!! Namida no Grand Prix Final”

-Looking back, this episode doesn’t have many gag parts compared to the others. We see Yuuri’s past, and since it was getting gloomy we tried lots of ways not to make it go too much into that direction.

-I completed the storyboard for this episode last year and it’s been quite some time since it left my side, so I was able to watch it forgetting that I’m the one who created it. That’s one of the reasons when people watch episode 1 and tell me “”YOI” is interesting” I reply “I think the same”, even though it sounds like self-praise. But indeed, I think I’m the only one that can draw this kind of story…

-The “pirozhki” in the title actually doesn’t appear in the episode (LOL), but it will come up later on.

-In the recording test for the scene where Yuuri gives his glasses to Yuuko and tells her “please watch”, Toyonaga-san played him really cool and made my heart throb (LOL). However, in the actual episode we used a version that sounds weaker. It’s no good if Yuuri starts being cool from the first episode (LOL), so I asked Toyonaga-san to make it something gradual. As the story progresses, Yuuri also becomes stronger!

-The recording of this episode is the only one I’ve been able to go to so far. I didn’t think about the voice actors at all when writing the storyboard, which resulted in Phichit’s voice actor Kenshou (Ono)-san coming to the recording even though his only line was “hahaha!”. This happened shortly after I went to see the “KuroBas” musical (where Ono-san is also starring), so I felt especially sorry for him… (LOL)

-One of the things I was going to do no matter what is to show asses in the hot springs (LOL). Though in fact, until that point I had never really drawn a guy’s ass in my manga. When I saw the finished footage I was like “this is so direct…!!” (LOL). But seriously, skaters have such a wonderful body!


Episode 2 “Futari no Yuri!? Yutopia no Ran”

-Some people realized from the preview at the end of episode 1 that Victor was going to become a coach, and I also spotted comments like “I don’t want him to quit competing!”, but that’s a hasty judgment (LOL). It was never said that he’s retiring!

-For weekly serialized manga the reader poll* is very important, and I remember one of the things I was told by my editor is that “manga whose 2nd chapter receives more praise in the poll than the 1st one tend to continue longer and become more popular”. So my hope for this episode 2 was that it would receive more praise than episode 1. And I think this actually happened.
[*translator note: Usually magazines come with a postcard where readers can choose which manga they liked the most and write comments. This actually influences the order in which manga appear in the magazine and can lead less popular ones to be canceled]

-When I wrote this episode I was still drawing freely, without thinking too much about the “30 minutes time slot” of an anime. I was told that “cutting a long story is easier than trying to expand a short story”, but when I found that just reading all lines aloud would take longer than 20 minutes, I realized that I needed to think more about the time too. Still, until episode 4 I wasn’t able to calculate time correctly.

-I’m careful not to make it look like Victor is completely guiding Yuuri with his advices, and that it shows that Yuuri is actually a person that can think about what he wants to do, that wants to create a new image for himself, and that he can come up with ideas that go slightly ahead of what Victor is thinking. As the story progresses, it should become more and more clear why Yuuri needs to be the protagonist.

-What I needed to do first of all is make it so that viewers will want to cheer for these three, and that they will never get tired of watching them talk together. Therefore, to write this episode I gathered all the skills and experience I have gained so far as an author and did my very best.

Episode 3 “Boku ga Eros de Eros ga Boku de!? Kessen! Onsen on ICE”

-The episode where eros is compared to katsudon. The original idea came to me when I heard that the choreographer Kenji (Miyamoto)-sensei, when he teaches young children how to do sensual movements, tells them to imagine “having honey on your hands”. I thought that in that case, if you absolutely cannot come up with an image for eros, you could just try to substitute it with food. Plus I also heard that foreigners like katsudon. And there’s a “katsu” in “Yuuri Katsuki” as well. I also thought it would be cool if someone felt like eating katsudon the next day, influenced by the anime… However, I actually never asked Kenji-sensei to base the choreography on katsudon (LOL). I just tried to associate katsudon to the finished choreography myself.

-Yuuri is actually quite cold-hearted. He’s someone that doesn’t really try to get into other people’s hearts, but in this episode, through the confrontation with Yurio, he became aware of a side of himself he had never experienced before.

-Figure skaters, even if they’re rivals on the ice, can be quite friendly with each other off the ice. I wanted viewers to remember “Hasetsu” as a place where Yuuri and Yurio could spend some carefree time. I added this match because it would have been sad not to see them confront each other until the GP series.

Episode 4 “Jibun wo Suki ni Natte… Kansei!! Free Program”

-I came up with this part because I didn’t want Yuuri to just dance on a FS prepared by Victor, I wanted the two of them to create it together. I wanted to show that Yuuri is not someone that just waits for others to give him everything, he becomes more active and does something creative on his own too. It’s something to which I can relate too because it’s also what I feel when creating my works, so it was easy to put my feelings into it. This is also the last episode where they are training in Hasetsu, and I wanted to make this one of the precious days Yuuri spent with Victor.

-Regarding the “hair whorl” scene, in a manga it’s something that would be explained with words, but since this is an anime I wanted to draw something that cannot be explained with words, a moment when the wall between the two falls. As sometimes Yuuri acts rudely even toward the person he admires, can’t completely open up his heart, tends to get a bit hesitant about creating something new etc, I wanted to show this somewhat irrational side of him. Wouldn’t anybody want to poke Victor’s hair!? I had the feeling that if you poked it something would change. It’s like Victor “came down to the human world”.

-We made Yuuri’s theme “love”, but actually in the beginning the concept of “skating for love” was never in my or director Yamamoto’s mind (LOL). Then we heard actual figure skaters say that “they can work hard for love”. If we hadn’t heard that we probably wouldn’t have done it because it would have looked like something forced by the creators, but if the show wasn’t about figure skating I’m sure we would never have discussed seriously about love or portrayed it anyway, and with the director we just got all hyped up about love and decided to make it the theme. The portrayal of love is a key point in this anime, and I’m glad that we could convey it clearly in this episode.

-It seems to happen especially with young Russian athletes that some of them go well when they’re young but then suddenly start getting worse results above 16-17 years old, so considering this too Yurio probably feels the flow of time in a completely different way than Yuuri.

-I like the scene where Yuuri writes “YURI ON ICE” on the CD and it connects to the title of the series. It’s actually true that you have to bring a CD to the tournaments. Kenji-sensei also used to write titles on the CDs, so I took inspiration from that. I really like episode 4.

Episode 5 “Kao Makka!! Shosen Da yo! Chuu-shikoku-kyuushuu Senshuken Taikai”

-It’s a stupid title, isn’t it (LOL). I originally put “kao makka” (bright red face) in the title referring to Yuuri feeling embarrassed when he skates Eros for the first time, but in the end he collides with a wall and his face physically becomes red, so it sounds like it refers to that.

-This is the only tournament that takes place in Japan. I wanted to show how, like Yuuri admires Victor, there are also Japanese athletes who admire Yuuri, and this is where Minami-kun shows up. But seriously, Yuuri Katsuki mostly has a cold attitude toward athletes who admire him (LOL). He doesn’t really behave like someone who is the target of admiration, and that’s why Victor scolds him. After that he finally learns to encourage his junior. This is something where Yuuri needs to grow.

-Meanwhile Victor also grows when he needs to decide how to deal with a pupil that isn’t as good as he had pictured… I’m surprised we could fit all this in one episode.

-For the first time Yuuri skates in a public tournament in front of an audience, and I had to decide from who’s point of view to write the monologues. Since in the real world you cannot hear what athletes think when skating, I thought it would be interesting to have the monologues come from Yuuri, so I chose him for the first point of view. The second part is from Victor’s point of view.

-At the time I wrote this episode I wanted to draw the storyboard properly, so I did my best to ink it as neatly as possible. I really really wanted for the production staff to see, to understand that Yuuri Katsuki is strong.

-We actually went to the Chu-Shikoku-Kyushu Regional Tournament to collect data. It’s possible to watch the tournament from right behind where athletes enter the rink and also very close to the rink, so we pricked up our ears to listen to what people actually say. We saw an athlete coming back from the rink saying “I’m sorry, I know! I know!”. I believe they wanted to show their coach that they understood what they did wrong before the coach themselves said it. There were also athletes who pulled up their zippers with shocking speed. Some of the things we saw and heard there were actually included in the anime.

Episode 6 “Grand Prix Series Kaimaku! Yacchaina Chuugoku Taikai!”

-All the athletes participating in the China tournament show up. This is the episode I was most scared it wouldn’t fit within the allowed time slot.

-One of the things I absolutely wanted to draw is the characters eating “Shanghai mitten crab” (LOL). I’m sure we and everyone else would want to eat it, and I know that athletes sometimes eat it too after the matches, so yeah. I’m glad that we included that scene, because it was an entertaining way to show that the characters have gone abroad from the start of the episode, in a part that is not directly related to the tournament. Beside that, when we went there to collect data, outside the hotel there was a food stall selling something like Taiwanese senbei (rice crackers), and we spotted the Chinese skater Yan Han eating them, so we based the scene with Guang-Hong on that.

-The players that participate in the China Tournament are all sociable, so there’s lots of chatting. Many of the songs are also catchy. On the contrary, the Russia Tournament is suddently savage (LOL). I didn’t want viewers to find the tournament scenes boring or to be unable to understand the characters, so I did my best to make it so that you could grasp a character’s personality through their skating.

-Regarding the scene where Yuuri licks his lips, in the world of figure skating athletes actually do need to show a provocative attitude toward judges. The director and I always discuss about “what would be the most unusual erotic thing Yuuri Katsuki would do?”, and that’s how I decided to draw him licking his lips.

-I created Popovich as a very artistic character, but he’s amusing (LOL). It’s also common for Russian athletes to use very loud songs or songs with sound effects.

-In my storyboard, Giacometti is skating fully naked. The director told me that the recording for this episode was awesome (LOL).

-I was very straightforward when I wrote Yuuri’s line “I’m the only one who knows Victor’s love”… (LOL). But I think that using more lukewarm expressions would just not be good for the story, so I’m determined to go all-out.

Episode 7~
-In episode 8 J.J. is shocking (LOL). We’re not planning to create chara songs for this anime, but his SP is basically like a chara song (LOL). Of course it’s not sung by (Mamoru) Miyano-san, but he skates to a song that he requested to write for himself, and the lyrics are just the best (LOL). There are also some visual expressions that normally would be impossible to see, however it’s J.J. so it’s possible… I wanted to make him the most thoroughly strong rival character. I was the one who thought his final pose, and I hope it trends after the episode is aired… Another big highlight is Yurio’s serious agape after he becomes more refined. We had a female skater perform Yurio’s program, her hair was the same length as his and she brushed it up while skating. It would be amazing to see the same in the anime too. Another point to look forward to is the song used by Seung-Gil, who’s already popular in Korea!!

[Translator’s note: She actually doesn’t mention episode 7 at all, she just skips right to episode 8. I guess she didn’t want to make any spoiler and everything she wanted to say about it is spoiler? Well I can kind of understand… I am sure we will get comments on episode 7 too in magazines issued at a later time]


Day Forty-Three

-I enter the store. Four cashiers are at the lanes. I go to the back to clock in. I return to the front. They all leave for break immediately. What have I done to warrant this.

-A woman purchased several jars of peanut butter and several jars of jelly, but no bread. A separate man waited in line behind her with only two loaves of bread. Many may call this coincidence. I call it the pinnacle of meet cutes.

-I was told by a man not to put his item in a bag, for the sake of saving the plastic and sparing a fake Christmas tree. He is the environmentalist the world deserves.

-A woman handed me wet money. She seemed to not notice how moist the bills were. I could not show my weakness and had to handle the transaction as if I could not have cared about such an insignificant thing, all the while trying to restrain my squirming squeamish soul.

-As I rang up a woman’s items from her basket, she informed me that I needed to be careful, as buried deep within the items somewhere was her wallet. This turned a boring transaction into an exciting minigame in the span of a second.

-I informed a woman of the store’s coupon policy at her request. She subsequently began to plot her coupon fraud with her daughter directly in front of me, not bothering to lower her voice. I am grateful that someone from guest services shut down her plans, as I was not ready to be an accomplice to a crime this early in the day.

-A man was crushed to find that the Waluigi figure he attempted to purchase had been mistakenly placed on the sales floor two days before its release and could not be sold. He retained his composure much better than I would have were I to be denied my Waluigi.

-I heard a hushed voice come from behind me. I turned. A woman had come around my register. She reached into her pockets and whispered, “Hey, kid, do you want some candy?” Without a word, she handed me a small plastic bag and walked away. I am grateful to work in a store where the leadership delivers Skittles directly to the cashiers while on duty.

Again, I would climb into bed with my soul aching, honestly and truly believing I couldn’t battle my mind and heart through the night. Begging anyone that would listen to tell me how to make it all stop.. that my beaten and bruised brain could not face another morning. Ignorance is bliss though, I was always told it was a phase.. to sleep it off, and I would. Every night for years I held on to that last tear drop of hope I wouldn’t always feel like this . But every sun rise I would wake and see the world had just kept spinning as without me. I don’t know when I got left behind, I’ve started I believe maybe I was never really spinning with the rest at all.
I tell you, the amount of my life I lost succumbing to the misery so deeply rooted in my bones. I can remember nothing for years but putting one foot in front of the other, getting lost in the maps of my mind, not even recognising my own reflection.
God.. how often I tried to fix myself. How often I screamed at the sky, begging hulk to give me all my missing pieces. What’s broken will forever have cracks, though.. and I guess I was never whole to start with.
—  Courtney S.L

this picture is 3 years in the making…

Patchouli and lampent (and an extra litwick) for @unmovinggreatlibrary

My Jensen Photo Op Experience @ HousCon 2017!

So for my Jensen photo op, I wanted to recreate the BTS scene shot from 11x04 “Baby” when Jensen is flexing with Jared in the back staring at it.

I went up to him, and he said, “Hey!” All excited while patting me on the back. “How are you doing?” (He still remembers me. I’m still dead.)  I said I was doing good and asked how he was doing. He said he was doing good too.

I told him there was that picture of him flexing with Jared in the back staring at it, so I asked if he could flex for me and act all smug and smirky while I pretended to be Jared. He went for the pose, already flexing, and I go stand behind him making the surprised face. However, Chris told me that I was too much in the shadows and couldn’t see my face well, so initially I thought I would have to go for a new pose since Jensen started to put his arm down. Then suddenly, I have both Chris making a forward motion hand gesture and Jensen saying, “Why don’t you come up right here?” So I move closer, and here’s me, literally hovering behind Jensen’s back, my hand on his shoulder, his bicep literally next to my face, and I just awkwardly tilted my head down to give some semblance of me staring at it because I was so close! (It was very thick. *sweats*)

This earned some wows and cheers from the audience. I think I heard someone say, “Oh my god!” when we were posing. We both chuckled, and I thanked him before giving Chris a high-five as I was leaving.

And apparently, after talking to one of the IMAlive volunteers, my op was known around HousCon as the op of the guy BITING Jensen’s bicep. Super embarrassing! It wasn’t my intention (consciously), but I love how it turned out!  Jensen smirk kills me in this op, and he continually kills me every time I see him.