(for @yoituuri and @starryfeathers. I accidentally deleted this whole thing once so hopefully it doesn’t happen again/ it’s not rushed. I hope you enjoy you two, and anybody else who reads this!)
I made a post about my favorite boy Victor not too long ago, and I mentioned a shot in passing that I really loved, but because it wasn’t the focus of the post, I didn’t go into it. I would like to now. Here it is:
This is the first glimpse of Victor we get within canon. Well, beyond the opening sequence with Yuuri watching Victor skate as they grow up but I think we can all agree that was outside of canon and can be discarded here.
It’s a damn good first glimpse. As you’ve probably already noticed, Victor’s eyes are covered. Deliberately. Dude fuckin does a twirl and the camera is framed in such a way that we don’t get to see his eyes until he looks up for the cameras. That’s an interesting touch, for several reasons.
First, when a character’s eyes are not visible, it implies something is hidden within them. A trait, motivation, true emotions, etc etc.
Secondly, the fact that we can’t see Victor’s eyes until he turns to the cameras with that fake-ass media smile. In this scene, we’re being treated as the public. Victor is immediately hiding from us and the rest of the world. You know, something he does all the goddamn time.
Victor is scarily good at masking. For those who don’t know what I mean, masking is the act of hiding one’s true personality, desires, and/or emotions to conform to society. I mask due to past trauma. Victor masks to meet public expectation.
You’ve probably guessed already that masking is incredibly unhealthy–it’s repression, after all. If it gets bad enough, you’ll stop knowing where masking ends and you begin. Sometimes it takes me months to figure out how I feel about something because I need to sort through so many layers of masking and anxiety and doubt. It’s really difficult sometimes.
We see tons of lovely examples of Victor masking throughout the show. Here are a few off the top of my head:
(^absolutely terrified vitya trying to be smooth)
(^living up to his press image)
(^so incredibly upset on so many levels but he doesn’t dare show it)
(^pissed enough that yuuri picks up on it. and then acts dishonestly w/ yuuri by trying to come off as pleasant)
(i love that yuuri is comfortable enough by this point to call victor out on his bs. if you’re gonna get mad, get mad)
(you can actually see Victor’s hand shake if you watch the scene. boy is so pissed and he’s holding it in)
Victor is actually incredibly reserved in all the emotions he shows, especially if it’s anger or sadness. For most of the series, he only lets himself go in front of Yuuri or alone. Victor hides from himself, he hides from Yuuri, and it helps no one in the end.
The beach sequence, actually, is important to this idea too. As we know, Victor asks Yuuri what he wants them to be.
And then he lists off all these options before essentially asking to go out with him, but in a way that says he’s too scared to do it outright.
Now, this is partially to gauge Yuuri’s feelings towards him, but it’s also highly revealing of Victor’s self-worth. He’s willing to put on any mask, any persona to be with Yuuri. Yuuri, of course, doesn’t want this at all.
🚨 HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP ALERT!🚨
And looking at Victor’s reaction (guarded surprise)
This may be the first time Victor has been asked to just be himself.
So if Victor was a world champion at 16
(boy is 15-16 in that article)
He must have been skating for a while beforehand. We can probably approximate by saying he started competitions around the time Yuri did, which I estimate to be about 12-13. However, Victor does say this
And if we’re to believe him, 27-20=7, and therefore something happened at the age of 7 to force Victor into backing away from others and working himself to the bone. Uhm, wow. I don’t know how accurate it is to say that, but regardless, he’s been in the public eye for a long fuckin time.
Victor has spent this long fuckin time building an image: elegance, confidence, charming yet untouchable. The perfect playboy, in a way. This is the person he presents to the public. I think he’s been masking like this for so long he forgot that this isn’t who he is–Victor has the ability to be all those things, but it’s not who he is. Victor is excitable, bubbly, caring, vulnerable, depressed, lonely, hardworking…Yuuri, by asking Victor to be himself, released a metaphorical floodgate on Victor’s emotions. He’s broken that carefully crafted persona.
Victor is now publicly goofy and affectionate
(i love how he hides his face a little here…how cute and shy while showing off that he’s yuuri’s)
And can drop his composure comfortably
(also vitya always wears gloves to competitions until they get the rings and then victor keeps the gloves off completely :v)
I love that Victor’s relationship with Yuuri has allowed him to find himself again, and peel away those masks to live and breathe and love as he was always meant to.
Tonight, at yet another boring charity gala, you decided that your favorite game was DEFINITELY “Make Bruce Wayne blush”. It wasn’t an easy game, and sometimes, when he was broodier than usual, it was like playing on “hard mode”…but it was so worth it when you succeeded.
Part one of your plan, was always to make him jealous. He was more receptive to your teasing when jealous. His mind was always somewhat slower when jealous, focused on the fact that it wasn’t him flirting with you, but some asshole he suddenly didn’t like at all.
You rarely had the occasion to make him jealous though, as he rarely let go of you during one of those charity soirée. He knew you were uncomfortable at those, and he knew you found his arm around your waist comforting. Besides, he loved to show you off to anyone he’d talk to that night. And you absolutely loved that he liked it, it made you feel good about yourself, that billionaire ex-playboy Bruce Wayne was proud to date you. You were rarely alone…but sometimes, a particular guest would take up all his attention, and you’d slip away to the bar to get something to drink, and escape the boring conversation about trade and such.
Tonight was one of those occasions, and to hell if you weren’t going to take advantage of it.
Summary: When Shadow is introduced to a Hyrulean holiday celebrating different kinds of relationships, he starts to question whether his feelings for Vio are really as platonic as he has believed them to be for the past two years. But even if he lets himself admit that it’s romantic love, he can’t escape the feeling that he’s getting it wrong somehow. That he’s missing some crucial piece.
Who would expect a shadow-demon to be able to love properly, anyway?
asexual!Shadow, internalized acephobia/self-loathing, and lots of
pining. Which makes it sound like a much sadder story than it actually
is. I swear it ends well!
She sat on the corner of the bed, clutching onto the phone for her dear life. Shaky breaths pierced the silence of the room. She prayed hard. Please. A call. A text. Anything. Her heart ached for some form of contact. She needed to know that he was fine. She needed to know that she was not forgotten. She didn’t realise the tears until the tickle on her cheeks seemed to bother her. Deep breaths. You can do this. For Rosie.
The door creaked open. The squeaking reverberating through the now silent room. She shot up, hoping that he would be at the doorway. Instead, she sees her six year old daughter poke her head through the doorway.
“Mummy…” The little girl looks at her mother. Worry was evident in her eyes. “Are you alright?” She ambled towards the adult. Her mothers lips curled up into a smiled as she wiped the tears away. She had to stay strong for her daughter.
“Mummy is fine. Don’t worry Rosie. It’s just a little itchy.” She rubbed her eyes. By then her daughter had found her way onto her lap. With her tiny hands placed firmly onto her mother’s shoulders, she gently blew air into her mothers eyes. After much inspection, she shrugged and pushed the adult backwards.
They giggled when they fell back onto the bed. Her fingers danced on little body, earning giggles and squeals from her daughter. They swung pillows about, danced to music and sang their hearts out. The laughter of the mother and daughter filled the house, something that hasn’t happened in months.
After a good thirty minutes, they were exhausted. Rosie laid down on the bed and huddled among the pillows and blankets. Rosie was ready to sleep. She tucked her daughter in, placed a kiss on her forehead, and watched.
She scrambled to her feet when your phone buzzed. Maybe it was a text from him. She turned the screen on. It was a text from her mother, asking how they were coping. She let out a soft sigh, hoping that Rosie wouldn’t hear the disappointment.
“Do you miss him?” A soft voice spoke. The phone was placed down onto the bedside table. She hopped into bed and made herself comfortable.
“Mummy misses him so much Rosie…” Don’t cry. Don’t feel. Don’t. She inhaled deeply. She wanted to ask if she missed him, but he was rarely home for her to even know much about him. He was overseas for the first three years. He was busy with projects and films. He never had time to come home, and when he did, it was for a maximum of five days. He didn’t get to spend much time with Rosie. She thought that he was a friend of her mother. Rosie didn’t remember much about him, so much so that when he turned up for Christmas three years ago, she asked “Who are you?”. It disheartened him, so he made effort to calling home whenever he could. But after a year, work start to pile up, and she knew that she couldn’t blame him for not having enough time for her and Rosie.
“But it’s okay darling…” She flashed a smiled at her daughter. She wanted this to end. She wanted to forget. She wanted to put this behind her and move on.
“What do you think of moving?”
He groaned when no one answered the door. He rang it for the umpteenth time, hoping that someone would answer. He frowned. She was home most of the time, so he’d expect her to answer the door. He fished for his keys in his bag, and found them after what seemed eternity. He fiddled with the keys. He attempted to push one key into the keyhole, but it didn’t fit. He had forgotten which key was the one for the door, which key was the one for the shed, or the one that was for the mailbox.
He opened the door, expecting to hear the pitter pattering of feet, but instead, he finds himself standing in dead silence. He scans the house. It’s devoid of any signs of life. No more flowers that she loved, no toys strewn on the floor, no blankets piling up on the couch. It seemed as if no one was living in the house anymore.
He furrowed his brows. Where was she? Where was Rosie? He shut the door behind him, and walked around the living room unhurriedly. His hands ran on the couch, recalling every bit of memory he had of this place. There were few, but they came flooding back into his head. He could almost hear her laughter, her cries, her giggling, and their child.
His eyes stopped at the coffee table. A ring, a bracelet and an envelope sat neatly on the table. He quirked a brow. He picked up the ring, the diamond glistened in the now setting sun. It was the same as his wedding ring. The bracelet. The one he gave to his daughter on her fifth birthday. Or the one he sent. He ripped the envelop open to see a letter written in pencil. It was from Rosie.
Hello Daddy. We’re leaving today. Mummy says that she wants to move out. She says that she wants to leave everything behind. I don’t know why. Sometimes, I hear mummy crying at night. I think it’s because she misses you. She is in a lot of pain, and I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to leave this house, but I want mummy to be happy. So that’s why I’m going with her. I’m going to miss this house, and I think I’ll miss you. I hope that I can see you soon.
He was shocked. He never thought that she’d be in so much pain to leave. He always saw her as a strong and independent woman. He didn’t understand why she decided to leave. How could she miss me that much that she’s willing to leave?
He thought about the last time he came back. It was nine months ago. He thought about the last time he called home. It had been seven months. He thought about the last time he celebrated her birthday with her. It was four years ago. Reality slapped him hard on the cheek. He realised that he had been such a terrible father and husband.
He picked up his phone and dialed the once familiar number. All that was heard was ringing. He dashed out of the house. He had to find her. He called his mother, his brothers, her mother and even her friends. No one knew that she moved. No one knew where she went. He sighed and thought hard of who she’d tell. Harrison. He dialed Harrison. He was right. Harrison knew where you moved to.
He made his way to her house.
He stopped in his tracks in front of the door. He didn’t know what he was going to do. Embrace her with his warm arms? Dot her face with kisses? Pick her up and twirl her around? His was snapped out of his trance when the door opened. He didn’t recall knocking.
“Come on Rosie! Let’s g-” she stopped when she saw him. She didn’t think that he would find out where she was. She thought that he was going to be out of town for another month. She thought that she would never see him again.
She stared into his eyes, she bit her lip. Emotions stared to flood in as if the floodgates had opened. Her hand flew to her mouth, holding in the sobs that threatened to slip out of her mouth. She attempted to close the door, but he stuck his foot out, preventing it from closing.
“Y/N.” Was all he said.
She flashed a small smile before she tried to shut the door again.
“Why’d you move?” He pushed the door open, allowing him to step into the house. She called out for her daughter again, ignoring the questions that came from him.
“Just answer me. Why did you leave?” He raised his voice a little. He was mad. He wanted an answer. He wanted to know why she had left the house they once shared.
“Do you really not know why?” She asked coldly. He looked at her expectantly, awaiting the truth.
“Do you not realise what has happened? Do you not understand the situation? I don’t feel like I am your wife. I don’t feel like you want me. I don’t feel loved by you anymore. Every day, I wait. I wait for a call or a text. I wait for you to show up at the door. Every day, my hope diminishes. Every day, I tell myself that you’re just too busy for your wife and daughter. I find out what you’re doing or where you are through the media. I read articles. I see Instagram posts. I see tweets. It is as if I’m not your wife Tom. It is as if I’m living hidden in the shadows. It is as if I’m just another fan. I don’t want to live as if I am not married to you. I don’t want to live in that house, holding onto the love that may not even exist anymore.” Her voice went weak. She was now crying. Hot tears flowing out like a running tap. She was letting go of all the pent up emotions from the past year. They were finally out.
“I don’t even know if you love me anymore. Every night I lay awake for hours wondering what you’re doing, who you’re with, and maybe even which woman you might have beside you. It pains me to think that way, but it’s all I can do. I can’t be hopeful that you remember me or you love me because I never hear from you. No calls or texts. What used to be surprises became skype calls. Skype calls became phone calls. Phone calls became texts. And it’s reduced to nothing. I haven’t heard anything from you for the past seven months Tom. Don’t you know how hard it is?” She let out a shaky breath.
“I want to call you everyday but every time I pick up the phone, I remember how you haven’t called in ages. I remember how I haven’t seen you in months. I remember the rumours I hear of you dating other people. It makes me think twice. It makes me think that you’ve moved on, and maybe forgot the woman you married.” Her voice was laced with bitterness and sadness. She was broken. She lacked so much love and care that she had fallen into pieces.
Tom stood in front of her, shocked at what he had heard. He never realised his actions would have had such a great impact on her. He thought that by working and earning money, he would supply you with everything you needed. He never realised that what you needed was him. Only now, after hearing her heart, he realises. He realised how their love was built on more than just the cash and gifts.
She turned away from him. She couldn’t bear to reveal any more of her brokenness. She wiped her tears, even though they seemed like a never ending stream. She felt something wrap around her legs. Her daughter embraced her legs into a hug. She laughed a little.
“Mummy is fine… don’t worry dear.” She said, squatting down so that she was at her daughter’s eye level. Her little hands caressed the crying woman’s cheeks, whispering ‘it’s okay’ over and over into her ear, and rubbed her back.
“Rosie…” He said. He watched in amazement as his daughter cared for her. He watched how she whispered ear, how she wiped away the tears, how she reassuring she was towards her mother. All theses things, he did for Y/N before. But now, he finds his daughter doing what he should be doing for his wife.
He bents down and takes his wife’s hand. She mutters something to her daughter before turning to him, standing up again. The little girl ran into another room, maybe to to give them some space.
“I am so sorry.” He starts. “There is no excuse for what I’ve done. I’ve been a terrible husband. A terrible father. And I know that I should’ve done so much more. I should’ve called. I should’ve made more time for you. I am so sorry. Forgive me love. Forgive me. Give me another chance. I love you. I love you so so much, and I will be here for you from now on. Please Y/N.” He slips the ring into her hand. “Please love. Let me show you how much I love you again.”
She looked at the ring in her palm. She admired the details on the ring. She saw the diamond. It was worth thousands, but their love was worth so much more. So much more than this little ring. She used her finger to outline the ring, touching the cold hard metal. She sighed. How could she let go of the love he gave her? But how could she forgive him for abandoning her? She looked up at him. His brown eyes pleaded with her. They begged for forgiveness. They begged for another chance to prove how much he can love. He took her other hand, his warmth now seemed familiar. She looked at the ring, then at their interlocked hands.
His eyes showed it all. It showed the pain he felt. He could feel what you felt.
“I can’t let go of the love you gave me. I can’t let go of the only man I’ve ever loved. I can’t let go of you Tom. I love you too much that it hurts sometimes. I love you so so much.” She smiled at him. He could see the sparkle in her eyes, the ones he fell in love with every time he looked at her.
He was overjoyed. Excitement coursed through his veins. He picked her up, causing a squeal to escape her lips. She pressed her lips on his, savouring the sweet taste of them. He smiled into the kiss and silently thanking God for blessing him with another chance.
A giggled from behind them made them pull apart. There stood their daughter by the stairway, her smile is as a thankful hymn. She was ecstatic. Her mother was finally happy again. She was no longer in pain because of her dad. And she was elated to have her father back, to finally be with him after so long.
“Let’s go for dinner.” Tom gestured towards the door. He knew that they were heading out for dinner when he arrived. Rosie ran up to him, embracing him with her short arms. He picked his daughter up, and peppered kisses on her face. She giggled.
Y/N had opened the door and was ready to leave. She took his hand and smiled. The warmth she felt in her heart now was indescribable. She felt as if her heart was going to burst.
As she walked on the sidewalk, she thought about her situation. It was dumb for her to run away. It was dumb for her to not try even harder. But it was all alright. It always turns out alright in the end.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
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Who Are Your Sugar Sisters? (And How to Find Some if You Don’t Have Any)
Do you remember what it felt like? That first message you received or sent to another sugar baby that you wanted to connect with? Do you remember the feelings of being nervous and excited that someone you admired wanted to talk to you? Someone that was making strides in the bowl or was just on the verge of it was interested in being friends with you. Do you remember rewriting your message and wondering whether it made you sound like a dork? Did you have to tell yourself to be cool the way I did?
Do you remember when the conversation stopped feeling stilted and awkward? Do you remember your first inside joke? The first time you met in person? How good it felt after that first meeting that they weren’t a weirdo? Do you remember the moment you realized that you weren’t just sugar sisters you were sister-friends?
Do you remember how it felt to hang out with them? To talk and know you weren’t going to have to apologize or explain? They were just going to have your back. They were going to root you on, prop you up, guide you when they could? Do you remember the relief?
My sugar sisters are @lustington and @brownstatuesquesugarbaby They have each been in my life for at least two years now but have become so much a part of my daily habits that I cannot imagine life without them or before them. We have traded tips and advice, joys and sorrows, ups and downs, great outfits (them) and times when we looked a busted ass mess (me). They are core parts of who I am, and I repeat: I cannot imagine what my life would be like if I never met them.
That feeling of sisterhood was important to me. It was more important than writing a book about glamour, sex, men, romance, or love. I love the way black women love each other. I love how we are ride or die for each other before we acknowledge a man, especially in the sugar community. We, as black women, routinely save each other’s lives in ways that we don’t always recognize.
I want you to have sugar sisters if you don’t have them already, so I’ve put together some things for you to consider to build your own New Money Girls crew.
Get yourself ready first. Clean up your room before you invite friends over. Maybe your mother didn’t say that to you, but mine sure did say it to me. Get your shit together before you go looking for friends. Does your blog say anything about you as a person or a sugar baby or is it a collection of reblogged posts? Can I vet you? Can I see you grow in your sugar journey or will I walk away wondering if I’m being catfished? Even if you don’t write posts as long or as detailed as mine write something. Do it for two reasons. 1-You’ll want a record of your journey. 2-We need you. This is a community. We need to know we aren’t alone. We need to know that someone goes through what we go through and has experienced what we experienced. I started this blog because I was looking for someone who could admit they were still trying to figure it out.I couldn’t find it, so I became it. So many of you have approached me since then to thank me for saying what you needed to hear. But the thanks goes to you. It was such a blessing to know I wasn’t alone, that even if I messed up my mistakes would help someone. Post to the brown sugar baby tag. Let us know you exist. You won’t feel alone anymore and neither will we.
Know what it is to be a friend. To get a friend you have to be a friend. If all you want is someone that will give you advice and read entire essays of your complaints and gripes with the sugar bowl, then you don’t want a friend. You want free advice and therapy. No one owes you that. If you have a question, ask it. If you want to be a friend, provide support. Let that person know that you aren’t there to leech from them. Ask them how their day is. Let them know you appreciate them by messaging them and telling them how special something they said or did was to you. Just tell them you’re thinking about them and hope things are going well. I got a few messages from people when I wasn’t on Tumblr from women who just wanted to make sure I was okay. That meant so much to me. Those are the women that message me and always get replies. I know they aren’t just here to take. They give. That makes me feel valued and appreciated and makes me want to return those feelings to them.
Remember you’re a stranger. I didn’t get either of my sugar sisters’ actual phone numbers until we knew each other for months and built a solid friendship. I didn’t know what @brownstatuesquesugarbaby looked like or her real name until I met her in August after knowing her for two years. That didn’t bother me. This is the internet, and until we’re friends, we’re strangers. We don’t know who is actually behind these accounts. It could be a brown sugar baby. It could be a bored middle-aged white man. We have to be careful so don’t get upset if people protect their privacy until they get to know you better. They have that right, and I hope you’re also exercising the same level of caution. A good rule of thumb is if you wouldn’t want a sugar daddy to find out whatever it is about you (address, real name, job, familial information, vanilla social media) don’t demand that a sugar sister give it to you.
Remember they’re human. Sometimes life happens. Sometimes we get so busy that we can’t respond to a message right away. I can admit that I’m guilty of this right now. I’m currently trying to write three novels and publish another and work a vanilla job and make sure I’m healthy and sane. I don’t have a lot of time. I don’t get a lot of sleep anymore. My life is fueled by cheap coffee and editing software. But I see every message. I will respond to every message that I can when I can. Don’t get anxious, angry, or accusatory if someone doesn’t respond to your message right away. It doesn’t necessarily mean they don’t want to speak to you or think you’re a bother or that they’re stuck up. Sometimes even when we want friends, we don’t have the time to make them.
Don’t be afraid to message again. One of my favorite things about @lustington is that even if I don’t reply to a text right away, she will keep texting me. She has something to say dammit, and you’re going to get these texts. She has been like this since she first messaged me on Tumblr. She understood that I might be busy but that I wanted to talk to her. She was never afraid to reach out again, so I never forgot her. If you message someone and a few days or weeks have gone by don’t be afraid to reach out again. Say hello again. Tell them that you loved a post. Ask if they saw that interesting post that made you think of them. Like I said, we’re all human, and sometimes life gets in our way.
Let things happen naturally. On the one hand, you shouldn’t be afraid to reach out again. On the other hand, don’t be a weirdo. Don’t pressure people into doing things they aren’t comfortable with or pretending to have a relationship with you that doesn’t actually exist. Trust takes time to build. That feeling of intimacy takes time to build. Don’t rush it.If that sugar baby is supposed to be your friend, no matter how many false starts or time between messages, she will be your friend. @lustington and I met a year after we first began messaging online, @brownstatuesquesugarbaby and I met two years after. Meeting both of them felt natural and exciting instead of nerve-wracking and awkward because they were already my good friends. I didn’t have to worry about whether they would like me because they already knew me. Don’t rush.
Be honest. If you aren’t looking for sugar sisters or don’t think a sugar baby is right for you say so. Don’t lead people on or play with their emotions or time. Be honest. Each of you can then find people that are the best possible fits for you.
I hope this helps, sis. I hope you look up six months from now and realize you have your own crew of New Money Girls and they change your life the way @lustington and @brownstatuesquesugarbaby have changed my life. The way Delia, Zion, O’Shea, and Nadia change each other’s lives. I’d also like to use this as a shameless plug to reach out to a few women that have messaged me or caught my attention as I roll through these Tumblr streets: @onikaahonee@saaint-sugar@thotinda6ix@locd-nubianqueen @baroquebrownsugarbaby @afrolatinasugar @chanelsugababy@nycsb@brainybrownsugar and there’s also a brown sb that lives in the midwest that I messaged a few months ago maybe about a post she had about a condom that got stuck in an…interesting place that made me convulse with laughter. You’ve been on my mind for WEEKS now, but I can’t remember your username to save my life. Put yourself on this list, too. If you’re on this list, it’s because you’ve messaged me and either said something so profound, intelligent, caring, supportive or funny that I’ve thought “that girl should be my friend, ” but I’m too awkward/busy/forgetful to reach out to you to make that happen. If you find yourself with a moment and want to be friends too, please message me. I promise I won’t fuck it up or at least I’ll try not to.
If I haven’t mentioned you, but you’ve messaged me, please understand I’m not slighting you. I love you too sis. Every black ass thing about you. I just haven’t read your message yet (remember how I said my life was in a shambles?). Reach out to me again. Help me be accountable to, and for the amazing friendship, we’re going to have in the future.
Remember this is our sugar bowl.This is our community. We can be tight-knit, loving and supportive the way my New Money Girls are. We just have to build it. We just have to love each other. If there’s a sugar baby that you want to be friends with message her or mention her in the comments (I hope you do this so I can root for your future sugar sisterships). Let’s love on each other. Let’s push each other to succeed.
I said it already, but I’ll say it again. I love you, sis. Every single thing about you. I can’t wait until we’re friends.
Can I have an imagine where the reader has toured with Ethan and Grayson for a while and all the fans know her as part of the crew. But in recent videos and and photos fans spot Grayson staring at y/n and becoming really close and they all start talking about it which makes Grayson talk about the crush he’s developed on y/n and then telling her.
HOPE YOU LIKE IT! XX Sorry it’s up so late ):
The screams of thousands of fans filled your ears as you stood in front of tje large crowd. You held your camera up to your eye as the boys stood next to the silver ball and DJ Khalid.
The job as their photographer was was fairly easy due to how photogenic they both were. The hard part was when you found a good shot of them but they decide to move before you even take the picture. It’s a guessing game with these two. Are they going to move before you take the picture or will you actually get the shot? You never know the outcome but you have a lot of funny pictures you sometimes send them as memes. That of course sometimes annoys them but you love it.
You’ve known the boys for ages now, probably around seven years. The three of you met in Jersey when you had just first moved in into the neighborhood. The two boys and Cameron walked over to the house to greet you when you were about to leave to walk your dog. Grayson started sneezing non-stop as he stood near the dog. When you asked him if he was okay he just awkwardly laughed and said yes. His sister then went on to explain to you that he was highly allergic to dogs which is the reason as to why they can only have pet birds in the house.
The four of you hit it off from the start but you would always have a stronger bond with the boys considering how close in age you were to the two of them. You three would do everything together and when they started embarking on social media you were there to support them every step of the way. They would ask you to help them film or to take a picture of them. That was when you spark in photography started. When the boys asked you to be their official photographer you of course said yes.
Now here the three of you where in NYC Times Square at the relaunch of TRL. Both the boys were host of the show and you were doing what you love most; photography.
You snapped pictures of the happy smiles both the boys had as the ball officially dropped. Ethan and Grayson counted down loudly with the timer and the moment it hit zero they started clapping along with the crowd. You took pictures of every moment and loved how happy they looked on camera and off. Their happiness radiated off of them and that made you happy.
The boys finished their surprise appearance and the three of you were escorted back into the building. The building halls were quiet as everyone was outside or in the opposite side of where you were. You could still hear the screaming fans and the DJ playing music. The boys were walking in-front of you while talking to their manager. You trailed behind them inspecting the large building that you would be going back and forth in for a while.
“Hey Y/N, can you take a picture of us in this hanging chair thing?” Ethan asked while pointing at the wall with three round clear plastic chairs that were hanging up in the air.
“Yeah, of course.” You smiled while walking over and standing in front of them. The boys dashed to sit in the chair. Ethan beat Grayson, who pouted knowing he would have to sit on the floor.
“Gray can you please put your hands over his legs. You look awkward when your arms under them,” you laughed softly at the boys position.
“Like this?” Gray asked as he did as told.
“Yes, perfect,” you mumbled while closing an eye and looking out through your camera lens. Snapping three pictures of the boys in different poses you lowered the camera and inspected the pictures.
“Can I see?” Grayson asked causing you to look up. You face felt really hot as you noticed how close he was too you.
Nodding your head you gave him your camera and took a step back from him. Ethan stared at the two of you for a second wondering why you got to flustered over Grayson standing close to you. It wasn’t the first time he’s seen that happen. Shrugging it off Ethan walked over to the three of you and looked down at the picture Grayson was inspecting.
“These are so good Y/N. I’m so happy we got you to be our photographer before someone else came in and took you away from us,” Ethan complimented you making you smile.
“Aww thanks E,” you giggled feeling happy that the boys appreciated your work.
“Yeah these are really good,” Grayson smiled while handing the camera back to you.
“Thanks Gray,” you smiled while taking the camera from his hands. Your fingers grazed gently against his making your entire body fill with goosebumps and your face to heat up into a crimson shade.
You turned around and started walking out towards the exit door not wanting for either of the boys to notice your blushing face. As you did so the boys walked a few feet behind you whispering to one another.
“Do you like her?” Grayson asked his twin brother with a sense of urgency.
“Yeah, she’s a really good friend.” Ethan responded not getting as to why Grayson was suddenly asking him this.
“No as in do you like her as more than a friend?” Grayson asked with a raised eyebrow as his face grew a pink from how irritated he was growing with his brother.
“What no! I wouldn’t do that to you bro. You’ve liked her since we were ten. I mean yeah at some point I had a thing for her but not anymore.” Ethan shrugged. Grayson took a quick glance at you hoping that you couldn’t hear them whispering behind your back.
You were too busy trying to close your camera bag to listen in on the two boys whispering to one another behind you. In all honestly you have learned to not listen in to their conversations since you two were 10 after the boobs incident.
“Hey Y/N, are you going back to Jersey with us?” Grayson asked as the two boys walked closer to you.
“Yeah, I have my cousin’s wedding to attend remember? I’m one of her many bridesmaids and you two promised to go with me.” You answered while looking back at the boys with a raised eyebrow hoping that they didn’t back out.
“Oh yeah, don’t worry we will still be gracing the wedding with our amazing presence,” Ethan smiled making you laugh.
“Oh I’m sure they will,” you smiled.
The conversation was cut short as the loud screams of the fans filled your ears. Turning around you looked out the glass doors and saw fans circling the entire sidewalk. Thankfully they were being held back by metal barricades and security were standing on every corner possible. Despite going on tour with the boys and always being surrounded by a group of fans when you were with them. You weren’t used to the large crowds. One time as you walked by a girl tried to rip your camera off your shoulder. That resulted in your have a large bruise going across your chest and shoulder.
Grayson came over and had to rip the girl off of your bag because she was so keen on getting the pictures on the camera. Since that day the boys grew more protective on you when you walked out in large crowds. The boys would either make you stand in the middle of them or they would take you to the car and come back to meet the fans who waited for them.
“Here let me,” Grayson mumbled while walking in front of you and holding the door open for you to walk through. Thanking him you walked outside and let the cool New York air fan you body.
Here it is folks all the works from the minibang! All the fics have art accompanying them. Take a look through these works and give the authors and artists some love. Please remember to check the archive warnings and be sure to read all the tags before you start reading.
Tags: Friends to Lovers, Interplanetary Travel, “The Space Between Us” AU
Clint was born on Mars. Only, like, two people on Earth know that, and his best– only– friend, James, is not one of them. When given the opportunity to visit Earth, and therefore James, Clint is eager to tell James the truth: about where he’s from, and the fluttery feelings that he gets whenever talking to James.
Tags: road trips, americana, sexual content, developing relationships, getting together
Please tell me you are still alive, read Steve’s text. In Virginia, Bucky replied. The hell are you doing in Virginia? Would you believe me if I said trying to find a foam sculpture of Stonehenge? Tony said to make sure his car comes back in once piece. Please don’t shoot each other.
Clint and Bucky set off on an adventure to find an infamous work of Americana history, but find literally everything else (including love, and a Magic Fingers) instead.
Somewhere down the line, Bucky Barnes had become the sun, and Clint’s life had begun revolving around him. Neither had expected their feelings to become so strong, to grow in strength or in depth. But it had.
Tags: No powers AU. Bucky works at a flower shop; Clint is a human disaster by day, vigilante by night
On the surface, Clint Barton shares nothing with Bucky Grant, the cute florist he helped save from thieves. Bucky has a business, owns more than one outfit, and looks to have a stable life. Worlds away from Clint’s drama-filled past. Bucky being kidnapped reminds Clint why he doesn’t put his heart on the line anymore.
Tags: Pacific Rim AU, mention of past character death, mention of past loss of limb
Nobody wonders whether Clint and Bucky are drift compatible. They clearly are. Which is the problem, since Clint already has a drift partner, and Bucky can’t ever pilot again. Well, it’s the problem for some people. Not for them. Never for them.
Tags: Canon-typical Violence, vague Mentions of suicidal thoughts, blood
Clint just wanted to get away. He didn’t want to hurt any one. But he keeps seeing blue…I dodged a bullet and I walked across a landmine / Oh, I’m still alive / Am I bleeding am I bleeding from the storm? / Just shine a light into the wreckage, so far away, away…‘Cause I’m still breathing / 'Cause I’m still breathing on my own / My head’s above the rain and roses / Making my way away / My way to you
“Buck, I gotta ask – are you here of your own free will, or did Clint kidnap you and force you to watch Dog Cops?” Steve smirked as he glanced from Bucky to Clint.“Hey!” Clint objected just as Bucky said, “Bit of column A, bit of column B.”Clint huffed indignantly. “As I remember it, I was minding my own business when you barged in here and started questioning my eating habits.”
Or, Clint has been acting as Steve’s and Bucky’s dom for weeks now, but the three of them have never done a scene together.
Bucky and Hagrid spend every Tuesday and Thursday morning at the Midnight Roast, studying and sampling Wade’s questionable baked goods. And maybe pining over Wade’s Other Favorite Cyborg. BTW, Wade totally ships it, guys.
Bucky is ten when he meets a boy who helps him win a prize for Steve. There’s handshake to agree to a contract, due sometime in the future. They never meet again. Or at least, Bucky doesn’t remember it.
AKA. Don’t make deals with people who appear from thin air.
Tags: Minor violence, mentions of past abuse. Alternate Universe- Greek,Mythology.
There’s plenty of things you get taught how to handle; like your pet hamster dying, or your girlfriend breaking up with you. But no-one ever teaches you how to handle the Greek god, Apollo, attaching himself to your soul.
Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, mentions of brainwashing, getting together.
Years ago Clint and the Winter Soldier are given the same target and meet. Instead of eliminating the competition, the Soldier is intrigued by the disaster who beat him to the target. Through years of mind wipes disjointed images of blond and arrows keep coming back. When he breaks the mind control permanently, he wants to find Steve and the guy who kept sneaking around Hydra’s mind wipes.
Tags: No Warnings, fluff, mutual healing, slow burn but it forgot to be slow
Clint’s life is a series of unfortunate events that somehow peaked at his apartment getting blown up. Bucky doesn’t really want to get caught up in his mess, but it’s hard to avoid the homeless guy sleeping on your couch when all you want to do is watch Netflix.
There was a man who walked his dog every morning in the park where Clint went for his run. Of course, Clint knew that was perfectly normal. It was the dog’s service animal vest that caught his attention. He had the guy figured for ex-military, he just hadn’t figured him for the Winter Soldier, the ghost sniper. Or, well, former Winter Soldier. It was a spur of the moment decision to buy the guy a coffee from the stand they both frequented. He had wanted to ask about the dog. He didn’t expect that it would become anything more.
Tags: Fluff, Angst, Get-Together, Anxiety, Lucky is the best dog,
He tells himself a lot of things. Things like he’s not a burden, things like he’s getting better, things like he’s awake in the middle of the night by choice, just because he enjoys prowling around the tower at night when it’s quiet. It’s the truth, if not the whole truth. What is also the truth is how much he enjoys finding Clint curled up on the living room floor next to a scruffy dog that Bucky knows doesn’t live in the tower with them.
Clint makes a fool of himself over the comms during a mission, going into vivid detail of everything he feels for Barnes. Embarrassment makes him hide away, until Barnes forces him to come clean about everything.
Tags: Canon Divergence - Post-Avengers (2012), Clint Barton Feels, Everyone Has Issues, unhealthy platonic relationships, Trust Issues, Emotional Manipulation, Angst and Humor, BAMF Clint Barton, Mind Games. Mind Control, Yasha, STRIKE!Clint, Clint is actually fine, psychological evaluations are not for everyone
The Avengers think he’s traumatized, Fury thinks he needs a break, Natasha wants him to recover. Well, screw those guys. Clint is going to go and make some new friends that appreciate how badass and competent and not-messed-up-after-Loki he is. It goes great, until it doesn’t.
Clint Barton is acquitted after killing the Hulk.No, after killing Bruce Banner.After killing his friend.And Bucky could understand Barton’s next move and as the archer left the city and drove west in his disastrous Dodge Challenger, Bucky grabbed his backpack, hopped on his bike and followed him.He wasn’t going to stop Barton, he wasn’t going to catch him and bring him back…He was simply going with.
Tags: sex, blow jobs, rimming, cute dog cops, star wars
“I stole your wallet because I was desperate for money a few years ago and I’ve finally gotten my life under control but the guilt hasn’t left me because you looked like a really sweet person so I went to the address on your driver’s license to return it and apologize but when you answered the door you took one look at me and shouted, “YOU!” and punched me in the face!“
Tags: Oblivious Bucky, Slow Build Romance, Bucky Feels, Clint is a good boyfriend (even when Bucky doesn’t know he’s his boyfriend), Steve Rogers is a Good Bro, Fluff
To say that Bucky was surprised when Clint kissed him was an understatement. But it was nothing compared to the shock he felt when he learned they’d been dating for months without him realizing it. Clint gets whisked away for a mission before they have time to talk and Bucky is left to figure things out on his own - hindsight being 20/20 he can’t help but wonder how he missed things the first go around.
You couldn’t help but moan a little at the sensation. Steve’s hands were like magic.
“You’re really tense in your shoulders.” He said as he continued giving you a massage.
“That’s what having three kids does to you.” You joked.
The relationship that you had with Steve was a good one. It all started when you met him for coffee that Monday four months ago. He had been sweet and humorous the entire time. Sparks flew and now you found yourself with him romantically.
hi, i should’ve done this a long time ago. callout for saku.
we (the people he abused) request that people do not make jokes about this, as it makes us uncomfortable. we can joke about it since we are victims, but please respect us when we say we don’t want memes/jokes of our situation.
edit: he is @twilightrecord and his supposed alter’s blog is @iignispuer.
edit 2: he’s changed his url to @sldon.
edit 3: he has moved again, this time to @tagahiraz
tw: pedophilia, abuse (sexual and emotional), guilt tripping, manipulation, invasion of privacy
So something just occurred to me regarding our dear Princess Bubblegum and Marceline, and I can’t believe I didn’t think of it sooner. Specifically, this moment.
That’s the first line in the song I’m Just Your Problem, the song Marceline sang about her fractured relationship with Bubblegum and the first real glimpse we get at their history. For the longest time, the line seemed weirdly antagonistic, even given the song’s subject. Who starts a search for an apology with a threat to kill someone? In an episode that wound up focusing so much on the start of their reconciliation, what place does that have? It didn’t fit, but at the time I didn’t think too hard about it, and eventually I just forgot about it.
And then Stakes happened, and I found another really weird moment. Something that also seemed wildly out of place, and clashed horribly with the tone of the scene. Something that’s been puzzling me since it aired.