Rare Collection of 100 Introvert Quotes That Will Make You Feel Understood
Dear introverts, it’s difficult to understand you. Many people don’t comprehend that solitude and feeling alone are different things. As an introvert, you know that your solitude is a sacred space where you can recharge. We encourage you to have a look at these amazingly thoughtful and profound quotes, which will resonate with all introverts.
I use Photoshop to draw each frame and then edit everything on vegas pro, but there are many different programs you could use. I don’t think there’s one better than the other, it’s a matter of which program it’s easier for you to use to draw and then edit.
Now about the tips… Here’s something I got from professors back at the school of comics and some videos/animators online. Animatics are nothing else than storyboards with audio, animators use this process to see and adjust the timing of certain movements before making the full animation. So the important thing is to know how to storyboard. How you can learn to storyboard? First watch A LOT of movies, study which shots are used in certain scenes and why they’re used there. If you’re familiar with comics, storyboards are actually really similar. The only difference is that in comics you can make small, big, vertical panels or panels that cross the page ecc, while in stoyboards you have only that rectangular space to use. As always, the “quality” of the drawings doesn’t really matter as long as it’s perfectly clear what’s happening in the scene (you could use even stick figures). Mmmmh… Another tip that comes to mind (and I find it really useful and try to always do it) is to remember to guide the eye of the audience through the action. As an example I try to make the centre the focus of the shots most of the times.
Even though the camera moves around, the focus is always the centre so it’s simpler for the audience to watch.
Another thing concerning the movement, it’s the direction of the action. There’s a rule (in comics too) that the characters in a scene need to stay in their side of the shot even when the camera changes. It’s a little confusing said like this… xD let me show you. Let’s take the dialogue scene between Jeremy and Brooke. As you can see above, I made Brooke enter so that she stands at the right of the shot and Jeremy’s on the left. Even in the next shots, this order stands so the audience it’s sure of the fact the at the left there’s Jeremy and at the right there’s Brooke and won’t lose any time or energy trying to find again where to look.
This rule can be broken when doing a fighting scene, to add more confusion to the mood.
Anyway keeping that rule in mind, you need to observe it even when a character leaves a shot. What does this mean? Look here:
here the squip is on the right and Jeremy on the left
Next shot, the squip enters from the right (because the audience remembers him standing in that side)
Then he moves around the screen from right to left
Then he exits the shot to the left side
And when the camera widens, the squip stands to the left (doing the same action - in this case pointing at Jeremy- also helps)
You will think “isn’t this a normal thing to do?” Well, yes and no because there’s a lot of people getting this wrong and ignoring the rule altogether. I’ve seen multiple times things like this
It’s wrong and distracting for the eye. This is the right way
The next big thing it’s about the different kinds of shots but I don’t know if you want me to explain that too, this post is already really long xD
If you want to know more, here’s a video lesson from a great animator
A/N: I have my most important exam coming up and instead I’m sat writing for
you, you’re welcome (jk). I got several requests for confessions, so I thought
I’d just do all the members in a blurb – I hope that’s okay!
Okay, so I
feel like Jisung is the type who would straight up tell you that he likes you.
Not in a neutral way, but one time when you were hanging out together. You’d be
in a café together and he wouldn’t be able to stop smiling while looking at
you, so you would ask him what he’s looking at. He would answer something like “you,
because you’re cute” and after you thanked him for the compliment he would add “you
know that I really like you, right?” and I swear to good he would seem so
nonchalant about it, but on the inside his heart is beating faster than the
speed of light until you tell him that you like him back.
would be a bit more shy about a confession, even though he’d like to be all
smooth about it. I think he would be really shy about the person he liked and
probably ramble a lot and shallow half his words because he’s just in a daze
when being with you. If you look extra good one day or if you’re being extra
sweet to him then he would get really flustered and you’d ask him: “Is
everything alright?” And his answer would be something like: “Yes, no – I don’t
know, you make me nervous.” And then you’d be like ‘oh’ because you understand
what he means and then have to save him from being such a mess.
think Minhyun would be very nervous about a confession. Well, of course his
pulse would be a bit higher than usual, but I don’t think he would really
confess unless he was quite sure that you liked him back. If you’ve planned to
do something together one day, he’ll show up at your place with a bouquet of
flowers and tell you then. “Are these for me?” You’d ask and he would just answer
with a simple: “Mhm, who else would I give flowers to?” And then he would
probably do something really smooth like kiss your cheek or something and that
would be his entire confession.
would be a bit extra about the whole thing. If you’ve watched Produce 101 then
you know about his playful, cocky image, which he would bring into a potential
love life. The way he would confess would be to try to get you to confess
first, by observing your reactions to any skinship he does and things he tells
you. If he tells you that you look pretty one day and your reaction is to get
shy, he’ll go in for the kill and say something like: “Are you that affected by
compliments or is it just because they’re coming from me?” Followed up by cutting
you off with: “It’s okay, I get like that if you call me handsome too.”
confessions would be the sweetest and most cheesy things. I think he would
probably confess without even realising it, it could be over text message or
over the phone. You would kind of already know he likes you by the way he says
he misses you or all the hearts he texts you, but the real confession would
occur if you’re lying on the couch at your place and watching a movie. He’s the
type to want to pull you on top of him for you to get comfy if you’re sleepy.
He would then stroke your hair and then say: “I like this.” And pause for a
while before saying: “I like us.”
be super cheesy and sing his confession to you. Not really grand, like on a
stage while you’re in the crowd, but more like sitting you down and taking his
guitar to show you a new song he learned. After singing, he would say it made
him think of you and smile like an idiot. This is where you should come in and
tell him that you also thought of him while listening or saying that it made
you very happy so you can live happily ever after. Okay, scratch that last
part, just kiss him or something.
people Jihoon may seem like a type of tsundere, but I think he really shows it
when he likes being with someone. He shows he likes someone by clinging onto
them or talking to them a lot. He’ll know himself how obvious his crush on you
is and just assume he doesn’t have to say it straight to you. His friends would
probably comment on how he likes you so much and ask you why you aren’t
together yet, but you would just answer that it hasn’t really been brought up
yet. After he finds out about this conversation, he’ll go straight to you and
say: “If I knew I just had to ask if you wanted to go out with me to get to
date you then I would have done it ages ago.” And boom, you’re dating.
if you saw the show then you know he’s such an awkward little bean. He opens up
so well after a while though, so how comfortable he is depends on how well he
knows you. I imagine him being friends with the person he’s confession to first
and trying to leave subtle hints here and there. The thing is, they would be
too subtle to notice, it would be things like just brushing his hand against
yours carefully or giving you a compliment about your hair or outfit or
anything here and there. After a while he might be frustrated and just ask to
talk to you alone. Then he would straight up utter the words: “I like you” just
like that and wait for your reaction. If you’re anything like him, the answer
might just be: I like you too.” And YAY, feelings conveyed.
would be so nervous to confess your feelings to you, mostly because he would be
worried about your reaction to it. He would probably have to admire you from
afar (in a non-creepy way, just some looks and eye-contact at times) before
speaking to you more and more and getting to know you. When he actually gets to
telling you that he likes you, it would go something like: “Uhm, I was just
wondering if yiu, maybe, would like, possibly, want to go out with me? Only if
you want to of course!” And he’d be all shy and scratch the back of his head
while doing so.
absolutely and totally confess by accident. You could be out walking together,
probably after buying some food or just walk to get some air or something. You
would say something really dumb, either it being a bad pun or a silly question
and he’d just go: “Oh my god why do I like you again?” And you’re like: “Uhm,
you never said you liked me.” And then he’s like oh shit this didn’t go as
planned, but he’d try to get himself back awkwardly and cover it up and pretend
he totally meant to do it. Lastly, he would just hope for the best and that you
like him back.
I feel like
Guanlin’s confession would be the most normal one. He would be a bit quiet and
lowkey about liking you, but at the same time he’d smile and laugh at a lot of
the things you say and just feel really at ease being around you. When he’s
comfortable enough he would ask you if you liked him, rather than telling you
he liked you. That would mostly be because it’s less nerve-wracking. If you
said yes, he would smile really brightly and go: “Good, cause I also like you a
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any genre film based on sun/moon
aries sun/moon: “boyhood” (growing up and all the rash and/or unwise decisions that come with that. competitive upbringing) “the aviator” (a frenzied soul who fakes it till ya make it. big dreams, a big persona, and a pioneer to an industry but deeply troubled behind it all), “the wolf of wall street” (honestly this movie was so fast-paced and mad that i could only take it in small doses. everyone is selfish and turns on a dime)
taurus sun/moon: “the grand budapest hotel” (a film rich in aesthetic. a hotel owner who is a professional lush sets out on an adventure as he is being pegged for murder. a tale of paintings, pastries, and paramour), “big stone gap” (excessive family. stubborn and perseverant. a bit apprehensive of change), “today’s special” (a chef gets back to his roots and has to learn why he was passionate about food in the first place and how to savor every second)
gemini sun/moon: “ferris bueller’s day off” (witty and incredibly adaptable. can make friends with anyone, anywhere. being childlike and curious, enjoying the little things), “black swan” (ambiguous film where you don’t know what to believe), “the truman show” (his whole life has been unknowingly documented. everyone is just playing a role. media manipulations)
cancer sun/moon: “take care” (feeling like an inconvenience. wanting to be taken care of. guilt trips), “lymelife” (putting family and ‘home’ into perspective. awkward, at times endearing, a bit hectic), “high fidelity” (old fashioned guy. stuck in the past wondering where it went wrong), “the other woman (2009)” (learning to be a mother. the emotional rollercoaster of trying to love and be loved)
leo sun/moon: “confessions of a teenage drama queen” (i mean…do i even need to explain this lmao), “beaches” (pride and loyalty. learning to love without having to be the only one receiving love), “anywhere but here” (self-centered mother who wants her to be a star. fixed opinions but is powerful & warm), “grease” (good girl, bad boy. popular. all love their hair lol)
virgo sun/moon: “beyond the lights” (never feeling good enough. a mother who compulsively criticizes her. the theme of ~what happens behind the scenes~ and going back to the basics), “short term 12″ (wants to service everyone else but forgets about themselves), “the intern” (an observant elderly man is methodized and eager to work, always there for advice & support), “as good as it gets” (a bitter man who struggles with OCD overcoming his fears and unleashing his compassionate side)
libra sun/moon: “legally blonde” (a bit superficial. values doing the right thing. people think she’s air-headed but is actually more ‘in the know’ than given credit for), “can’t buy me love” (getting caught up in the popular crowd. pretending to be something you’re not), “he’s just not that into you” (most confusing movie ever. literally nobody can make up their mind lmao)
scorpio sun/moon: “st. elmo’s fire” (this film has literally everything scorpio and/or related (8th house) in it; secrets, betrayal, intimacy, transforming, debt, etc), “stealing beauty” (uncovering mysteries, forbidden affairs, paranoia. a taboo film), “lila & eve” (crime drama. goes to show just how far two resentful mothers will go)
sagittarius sun/moon: “bruce almighty” (humorous. has the theme of ‘luck’ and ‘higher power’) “away we go” (redefining what ‘home’ means. traveling across the country, new experiences, lots of bad jokes) “funny face” (an amateur philosopher has strong opinions for the modeling industry, wants nothing more than to travel for lectures), “good will hunting” (a genius and self-righteously so but doesn’t know how to truly appreciate life)
capricorn sun/moon: “uptown girls” (learning to adult from a surprisingly mature child. a mother who is too concerned with her career to pay attention to her daughter), “the pursuit of happyness” (suffering hardships, feeling down & out as he climbs his way up the totem pole. a tale of being a father being able to provide), “the devil wears prada” (another tale of climbing your way to the top, along with the cost of it)
aquarius sun/moon: “scott pilgrim vs the world” (not your average film, includes an alternate dimension. has its technological, futuristic quirks. becoming superior to the rest and standing out in the process), “mona lisa smile” (50′s women gaining new perspective from a ‘subversive’ professor), “the martian” (innovative, humorously noble, feeling castaway, ‘space pirate’)
pisces sun/moon: “the imaginarium of doctor parnassus” (a fantasy world with a damsel in distress but everything isn’t as it seems), “because i said so” (milly is bright-eyed and a bit hopeless. her mother pays favor to her. always ends up doing what other people want because although she is highly spirited, she can be a pushover), “amelie” (imagination, imagination, imagination. sets out to help others by being a bit manipulative in the process), “big fish” (reality vs fantasy. idealized & exaggerated upbringing)
romance films based on venus
aries venus: “10 things i hate about you” “she’s all that” (both films show they can treat romance as a competition but once they are in love, will do whatever they can to keep it alive), “two night stand” (hasty romance. lessons of ‘rushing’. a candor appreciation for another), “beginners” (being honest with yourself. ‘a movie with an unflinchingly tough heart.’)
taurus venus: “dirty dancing” (stubborn, sensual, and learning to position yourself securely lol), “the great gatbsy” (wealth. everyone indulges themselves, goes overboard out of love), “happily ever after” (sudden yearning for stability, excessive in more ways than one)
gemini venus: “save the date” (a girl who is scared of commitment. covers up her fear with humor. ‘word vomit’ through the whole movie lol. works at a bookstore. has a sister dynamic in the film of the one who is a bit silly & immature and the one who acts like she knows everything), “how to lose a guy in 10 days” (a two faced romance. lighthearted mind games and calling each others bluff), “garden state” (a lost fella falls for a quirky compulsive liar. a surprisingly intelligent and outlandish film)
cancer venus: “closer” (kind of shows more unhealthy traits of this placement but shows they just want to be in comfort with you but can guilt trip people and ask for reassurance where its not needed), “a walk to remember” (two lovers jaded in their own right find love. trying to protect one another from getting hurt and hurt each other in the process), “brooklyn” (building a life together. choosing between a lover at home or a home within a lover)
leo venus: “elvis and anabelle” (a radiant beauty queen has a near-death experience that alters her way of existing. brings a boy out of his shell through theatrics and love), “take this waltz” (she meets a man and starts rethinking her own loving marriage, does she want more? demanding, bold, and has a childishness to it), “anomalisa” (uplifting one another, making each other feel extraordinary)
virgo venus: “people places things” (a man of many standards and subsequently hypercritical in the name of love), “me before you” (taking care of another. breaking free from routine), “when harry met sally” (constant challenging of standards. loving the little things), “enough said” (looking beyond imperfections. practically endearing)
libra venus: “hitch” (got his heartbroken. now runs a business as a ‘love doctor’ where he gives men the push to pursue love through setting a meet-cue. but when he falls for a girl he has no idea what to do), “alfie” (a womanizer who refuses to be seen as a regular person who experiences the everyday woes that we all do. says he’s ‘always okay’), “27 dresses” (jane is a ‘more’ evolved version of this venus. loves love, is a major people pleaser. her sister on other hand pretends to be whatever her partner wants, is a major socialite)
scorpio venus: “love actually” (falling for what you can’t have and having difficulty expressing it), “no kiss list” (liking someone you can’t have and making that person feel like you can’t like anyone other than them), “chasing amy” (obsessive. sabotaging a relationship out of fear), “a dangerous method” (a forbidden and intoxicating affair with a patient), “last night” (temptation and affairs)
sagittarius venus: “begin again” (greta is independent, blunt, and spontaneous. teaches dan and his daughter a few important lessons. love is a learning experience), “definitely, maybe” (flashbacks to 3 romances, all with women who either write, travel, and/or simply free-spirited. habits of running away. being judgemental of how to live life. expanding horizons. shamelessly honest), “they came together” (clumsy, a straight up mess. light-hearted. mocks romance films)
capricorn venus: “timer” (doesn’t see the point of a relationship if they aren’t ‘guaranteed’. uses a timer to tell you when you’ll find your soul mate), “meet my valentine” (a family man who finds out he’s terminally ill is determined to find a loving provider to replace him), “before sunset” (an assertive romance, at times a bit cynical, but cheeky and loving)
aquarius venus: “friends with benefits” “no strings attached” “sleeping with other people” (all the couples in the films were meant to keep things casual but got messy in the process), “frequencies- oxv: the manual” (s/o to @astr-logy for the recommendation! a film about being outcasted, breaking the world & love down to an equation, feelings of not feeling)
pisces venus: “500 days of summer” (tom is a prime example of the idealization and fantasy romance that can come with this placement), “practical magic” (loves unconditionally but there is a tragic twist. two sisters - one who has a homemaker persona and one devastatingly bored of the mundane), “listen to your heart” (a deaf girl, who is a bit of a damsel in distress as her parents crush her dreams, and an amateur piano composer find inspirational love)
romance films based on venus in the houses
venus in fire house (1st, 5th, 9th): “50 first dates”, “the holiday”, “deadpool” (a stretch? no), “before we go”
venus in earth house (2nd, 6th, 10th): “everything before us”, “friends with money”, “chocolat”
venus in air house (3rd, 7th, 11th): “celeste & jesse forever”, “nick and norah’s infinite playlist”, “her”, “the beauty inside”
venus in water house (4th, 8th, 12th): “the time traveler’s wife”, “eternal sunshine of the spotless mind”, “stuck in love”,“candy”,“comet”
action/drama films based on mars
aries mars: “death proof” (daredevil central. going toe-to-toe with a killer), “crank” (a film literally about keeping your heart rate up. will die without an adrenaline rush), “spring breakers” (living in the moment. playfully deviant and childishly so), “the challenger” (learning to fight for what’s worth it; choosing your battles)
taurus mars: “matilda” (all the antagonists were greedy slobs who put themselves on a pedestal by making everyone else feel inferior), “the shawshank redemption” (avoids conflict, plays his hand slowly, no stranger to money), “american hustle” (luxuriating in ‘sin’, glorifying the hustle, high-resistance characters)
gemini mars: “pirates of the caribbean” (jack sparrow is a character that’s easy to be allured to but difficult to trust. never seems to be who he appears and covers everything up with slurred antics), “seven psychopaths” (comical murder film where even has a darker or lighter side than you thought), “the prestige” (two illusionists go head to head to out-trick another. the huge secret of ‘duality’)
cancer mars: “punch-drunk love” (stereotypical ‘nice’ guy with a lot of problems and insecurities. falls into a weird blackmail ploy), “mad max: fury road” (emotionally raw. recklessly protective. driven by the familial and home), “mr nobody” (recounting of memories. driven by pure emotion)
leo mars: “hot rod” (acts like a big shot, always attempting to prove himself worthy), “guardians of the galaxy” (everyone has a major ego and wants to show off. music reminds me of the 80′s which reminds me of hair which is leo lmao), “frank” (i feel like many would believe this to be a more aquarius film with its long-standing reputation of being one of the most unconventional films of all time but the film is about fame, how to get there, how to stand out, and being histrionic in the making)
virgo mars: “pay it forward” (actions geared toward helping others, insecurities and not wanting others to feel sorry, a need for efficiency), “captain america: the first avenger” (modest, just wants to contribute. high energy, lots of stamina ‘i could do this all day’), “cyberbully” (theme of words cutting deeper than you’d think)
libra mars: “mean girls” (acts nice & unassuming only to better manipulate a situation), “gangster squad” (puts justice into their own hands. has people in pocket and knows how to work a room to use people to one’s disposal), “v for vendetta” (another film of putting justice into your own hands. created a tragic scenario to trick evey into learning no matter what one goes through, the right thing to do is the only appropriate way to live)
scorpio mars: “heathers” (conniving & hypocritical. veronica isn’t a saint herself but disproves of people who are cruel and sets out to teach them a lesson), “mr & mrs smith” (secretive. both know they’re spies but never tell each other & don’t feel neither has the right to be; in the same field of work but criticize each other for it), “django unchained” (rescue and revenge. will exploit anything or murder anyone to get back to his lover)
sagittarius mars: “maidentrip” (a young adventuress sails across the world), “artifact” (documentary film giving insight into the truth of the music industry. pretentious, pseudo-intellectuals), “the believer” (heavily controversial film. audacious in the name of beliefs and what one believes to hold verity)
capricorn mars: “erin brockovich” (a relentless environmental activist sets out a case against a gas company where their supplies have left residents fatally ill. demands respect), “whiplash” (pushes limits beyond limits. ambitious to the core and seeks to achieve aspirations continuously), “american psycho” (a successful banker has an alter, killer ego who relishes in all that he does & ‘achieves’)
aquarius mars: “the big lebowski” (acts above violence and just says ‘fuck it’ to everything), “equilibrium” (feelings are literally outlawed but an enforcer soon falls victim to rebellion), “terminator” (a cyborg on a mission. a young boy fighting against the technologically advanced)
pisces mars: “snowpiercer” (sacrifice, clairvoyance, spiritualism. as pete travers said, ‘a slambam sci-fi thriller with a brain, a heart and an artful sense of purpose’), “fight club” (gasp. shocking it isn’t aries mars, right? the story is about a man wanting to escape his everyday life, has an addictive personality, and finds himself immersed in this extracurricular activity), “philomena” & “of mind and music” (one defines true forgiveness. looking past all the tragedy and finding the beauty)
-listen. you don’t have to be true to the source material. you don’t. they already made a movie that kind of was, at least in spirit if not canon matters.
-but if you’re going to make a Death Note remake…there are several ways you could’ve gone about it without it being awful.
-Make Light a privileged white boy? Check. Make L a black man? Ok, good, check. But not make any social commentary about justice, about how African Americans are more likely to be victims of and perpetrators of crime due to economic susceptibility to conditions that result in crime? No.
-see you didn’t have to stick with the source material. you could’ve taken the idea and made it American.
-specifically? gun violence. domestic violence. terrorism. there are so many things you could’ve done if you wanted to put an American spin on death note.
-lots of people were angry about the whitewashing, and yes, i don’t dig it either. BUT if you were going to make it American, then why…why would you make it a pasty white boy’s romantic killing spree with his girlfriend?
-Light Turner looks like a school shooter. I’m sure plenty of white shooters are going to say they went on a shooting rampage cuz a god of death told them too.
-Light Turner ALSO just looks like an idiot who got in over his head and was ultimately a “good” guy who just misjudged and mishandled his notebook.
-like make Light a MAD GENIUS Who goes ALL OUT in killing people. Don’t make him some wuss who can’t handle the pressure, whose girlfriend was the crazy, extremist one all along? like seriously?
-I say that because there is no fucking message when you have Light Turner be the poor helpless victim. There’s no brooding philosophy about being a judge, jury, and executioner. There’s no ideas about whether it’s morally right to kill criminals, to decide whether someone deserves to live or die on your own. All you get to see is this pissbaby cry and have to dig himself out of his own mess, which he abandons the second it gets tough. The original Light Yagami would’ve killed his own father to get away with being Kira. He would’ve killed Misa if it suited his purposes. He was NOT SCARED OF RYUK.
-speaking of Ryuk, they pinned everything on him. WHY. Let Ryuk be an observer. Let HUMANS be the villains. It says something about US. The series explores our sense of right and wrong, of who has the power to decide the fates of others. HAVING AN EVIL DEMON THREATENING A TEENAGER COMPLETELY DERAILS THE IDEA THAT HUMANS HAD CONTROL OF THE SITUATION AND HAD TO MAKE THEIR OWN DECISIONS.
-The romance subplot was so stupid. Misa being love crazy? Fine. But Misa being the main orchestrator and actually being the “real” bad guy? With Ryuk? That’s so fucking weak. Once again, we’re supposed to like Light.
-But we NEEDED a villain protagonist, just like in the original. You didn’t have to stick to the source material, you could’ve given a death note to a different character, to someone with different motivations, written an entirely different story.
-and maybe it would’ve sucked, but at least you wrote something different. But if you’re going to stick to ANYTHING from the original death note, then why would it be a shitty version of the original? Why would it water down every character, make Misa sharper, dumb down Light, and make L an emotional, angry detective who takes revenge in the end? Why? Just write an entirely different story if you’re going to pervert them that much.
-The gore was so uncalled for. Like there was gore in the original, yes. But it had a place. It was part of the death note’s function. it wasn’t meant to be scarier, just intriguing. Part of the suspense. It raised the thrill, like, who’s going to die and how, to further the plot? Who has a hold of the death notes? Who’s being controlled by one? But in the movie, they just utilized gore for shock factor. To make Ryuk look evil. To make the death note look like some menacing source of paranormal malevolence.
-Light’s father was an idiot who over-reacted a lot instead of a sensible and just police man who just wanted to do his job and take down a killer. No superstitions, no waffling, and while he didn’t believe his son was Kira, he didn’t refuse to entertain the very notion. He was practical. This guy…was an asshole.
-Also I found the high school setting insulting. Please god, no fucking “bullies are everywhere” bullshit? Set Death Note in college, you assholes. Make Light be a disillusioned college student with college debt or some shit.
-OR a privileged kid with a scholarship, who has everything he wants but is “bored” because he’s never had to struggle a day in his life.
-Death Note could’ve been about white privilege and race politics. I mean come on, it’s a concept based on CRIME an about whether or not people “deserve” to be punished.
-It could’ve been good. It could’ve been RESPECTABLE at least. Tried to tell an American story, one that reflects our distrust of the militarized police, the beaten protesters, the movements to end inequality.
-But instead they went for horror movie…for indie teen romance…and “betrayed” hearts.
-They almost had something with L…and then they ruined it.
A/N: I got this idea from this post, from the @imaginedanandphil blog, which is really good! :D Also, written in Dan’s POV!!
Summary: Dan is in the middle of a liveshow when Y/N randomly decides to be loud on the other room and distracts him. Until she ends up joining him, with unexpected results.
For fuck’s sake. Y/N was being so loud in the
other room, she was probably playing a game and having a rage fest because of
it. Or fangirling about something. One thing or the other. Maybe even both,
something to do with feels.
But since I was in the middle of a liveshow
and couldn’t exactly do much at that moment, I resolved to just roll my eyes
and grin at the camera with a resigned chuckle.
“Y/N is being so noisy” It was kind of
distracting to hear her, even if I tried to focus on the people on the chat.
Hey you guys! (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ I’ve thought of making a part two for my first ficrec and here it is! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this as much as I’ve enjoyed making this ficlist. Have a great time reading all these! Gives you more of a chance to fall in love with Victuuri even more! ╰(✿´⌣`✿)╯♡ As always, read the tags before reading because some might have some triggers, also, don’t forget to leave a kudos for the authors!
Yuuri thinks his life is progressing nicely. Good job. Nice apartment. Boyfriend? Nevermind: cheating ex boyfriend
His blackout drunken antics attract the young Olympic-gold level skater, Victor Nikiforov, who’s fled from skating in the middle of the season after fainting on the ice.
It all sounds very serendipitous but Yuuri wants nothing to do with men. Victor, desperate and running from his problems, promises that instead of a man, he’ll be Yuuri’s “pet” if that means he can stay with Yuuri for a little, citing that he has nowhere else to turn. Yuuri’s concerned that this shameless man who is willing to sacrifice his dignity so readily will get himself in trouble, so he accepts the offer with second-hand embarrassment.
This gambit lasts for all of two days before Yuuri finds himself teaching an ice skater how to dance off his blades, and Victor starts finding new reasons to stay in Japan.
This was a mistake. Viktor needed to somehow pry Yuuri off of him and leave the room immediately. Viktor was drunk, and Yuuri was so far beyond gone that there wasn’t even a word for it. But the alpha in Viktor was having an incredibly difficult time resisting the pungent scent of cherry blossoms and ocean that filled his nose. Viktor snapped.
Yuuri knows they were celebrating….something. But he can’t remember what. All he knows is that he was drunk and that he’s going to kill Phichit because chances are Phichit started all of this. And there might have been some video recording?
Teenager Yuuri always thought his future would be on the ice. But it changed when one day he finds a dragon egg. Curious he brings it home and soon the dragon hatches and Yuuri finds himself inexplicably drawn to him. After Aoba and him are found out, they have to enter the Dragon Air Force and Yuuri has to proof himself to the other dragon captains, the Air Corps and the whole military, all the while having to care for a way too curious and intelligent dragon.
Eight years later Yuuri is a highly decorated officer and war hero and meets his long lasting Figure Skating Idol Viktor Nikiforov. After a lot of problems and confusion, Viktor and Yuuri grow closer. Everything could be perfect … if it weren’t for an overly possessive and jealous dragon who is not at all pleased at the idea of sharing his beloved captain and aviator with an insolent and ungrateful Figure Skater.
Over the past few hundred years, Victor Nikiforov has perfected the art of luring women (and the occasional man) into his arms for an evening of passion and blood lust. But when he targets an unsuspecting college student, he quickly finds out that his antiquated techniques won’t cut it in the modern world and he needs to rethink things.
Victor is sloppy drunk. Yuri Plisetsky snaps pictures of the silver-haired man unbuttoning his jacket.
“You see that guy?” Victor slurs, hiccuping around a fresh mouthful of champagne. “That’s…that’s the best guy in the world. Do you - mmm - do you think he would say yes if I asked him to dance?” After a pause, he belts out the GPF gold medalist’s name.
Yuuri turns with a tipsy smile.
The Japanese man is so handsome, and Victor, who’s currently wasted, is so screwed.
For Yuuri, managing a quaint, little bookstore in a far-off corner of a small town is everything he could have asked for. He earns well, the folks are not that much interesting, the coffee here is great, he has nice friends and he’s got an endless pile of books.
It’s enough to make him stay, despite the desolate and boring atmosphere; that is until the Newcomer comes along.
Yuuri jumps when someone hurries into the elevator, apologizing profusely.
The apartment complex is full of eccentrics, seeing as it’s only a few miles from the artistic center of town. It isn’t the first time that the concert pianist has run into someone who’s late for work, fussing with their hair, or adjusting the lapels of a suit. Yuuri taps out a rhythm to fill the silence, something original.
When he sees the silver-haired man pull out a notebook, he recognizes the handwriting. Notes had been slipped under his door in that loopy script for weeks now.
Drabble series set between episodes as a kind of intermission. (Hence, the name.) The first one is set between episode 6 and episode 7. Yuri has just put on his first perfect performance, and understandably, he’s a little worn out and stressed. Victor, being the world’s greatest coach, rises to the occasion by providing him with some… distractions.
AU in which Yuuri never skated and instead is a small town cop with no idea who Victor Nikiforov, THE Victor Nikiforov, is until he arrests him for public intoxication. Meanwhile Victor is enamoured, and absolutely plastered.
In which Prince Victor gets swept off his feet at a royal banquet and will go to any length to find his ‘Cinderella’ Yuuri. (And Phichit is the fairy godmother who has no idea what he’s doing).
“The crown prince of the Nikiforov kingdom, infatuated with a mystery pastry chef he’s only just met. This is exactly the kind of scandalous love story my life has been missing… So, what’s he look like? What exactly is Prince Victor’s type?”
Artist Yuuri Katsuki lives in New York with his Best Friend Phichit. After a drunken night out that Yuuri has no memory of, he starts to Paint the most Beautiful man he has ever dreamed of. Only to realize that not only has he met this man, he has danced and laughed the night away with him.
Billionaire Victor Nikiforov, has made a living in the hotel business, owning the best hotels all around the world. His next one: New York. Where he and his Best Friend/Business Partner Chris meet a Charming, Flirtatious and Mysterious man on a night out to celebrate the deal.
It’s not an exaggeration when Yuuri says that he has had his eyes on Viktor ever since the singer debuted with a heartbreaking ballad that broke records at the tender age of 15. Now, with Yuuri at the ripe old age of 23 and Viktor, 27, they meet as talent and manager.
He can’t look away from Viktor, even when he turns and catches him staring. Truth be told, he can never look away from Viktor. Not even in the beginning; surely, not in any dimension or attic of spacetime, could Katsuki Yuuri have ever looked away from Viktor Nikiforov. And when Viktor looks back at him, smiling, it’s all that matters to him.
There are two kingdoms in the land. The first is the realm of the sun. It is a place of prosperity and growth, of peace and light. It is the realm of all things bright and beautiful. The second, less desirable kingdom, is the realm of the moon. It is a place of shadows and shrouded velvet, of secrets and hidden truths. The rulers of the two kingdoms are as distant as the stars themselves, yet the invisible thread of fate binds them together. What happens when the sun and the moon fall in love?
“I am going to like, like a human!” Were the exact words that Yuuri had said as a child. They were also the exact words Yurri kept with him for more than a decade later as a loveless vampire. After thinking his words were nothing more than fantasy Yuuri happens to meet the Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov. Now Yuuri has become a thirsty vampire whom’s human crush maybe even thirstier.
Viktor learns that a full week without Yuuri showing up at Yakov’s, all scraped-wire voice and double shot of whatever you have that helps people think, I have a paper to write and I haven’t slept since Saturday, please Viktor! is a good week for Yuuri. A very good week.
“I’m Yuuri.” Though his stutter was gone his blush wasn’t, which annoyed Viktor to no end. He extended his hand, which Satarou took far too quickly and shook far too long. Now there was definitely a weird feeling bubbling up in his stomach; but it wasn’t pain…it was something that just made Viktor want to wrap his hands around Satarou’s neck and pull his- and pull Yuuri away from him. Because the sight of someone else touching Yuuri, holding him- made Viktor tremble.
Christophe Giacometti watched the new interviewee walk out of Victor’s office. Everything about him was wrong from the clothes and the haircut to his general attitude and walk. At the same time there was something naïve about him and Chris was prepared to bet that he’d just graduated from college. “Who is that sad little person?” he asked Victor. “Are we doing a before and after piece I don’t know about?”
Viktor made his way back to his bed after a midnight trip to the bathroom, he was stopped in the hall outside his room by the sound of a faint moan floating through the closed door to Yuuri’s. His thin brows furrowed and he moved closer to the door, thinking Yuuri might be in pain from overworking himself during practice that day.
Victor turns, frowns at the license plate, and murmurs,“maybe I went too subtle.”
But he rallies and looks at Yuuri, so smug that Yuuri wants to kiss it off his face, “and you said,“ Victor affects a voice that sounds like Yuuri’s second cousin who’s eaten too many chili peppers, “‘Vitya, you’ve never been subtle in your life.’”
Yuuri crosses his arms in front of his chest, unimpressed, “there’s subtle and then there’s incomprehensibly cryptic.”
Victor is undeterred, “Yurio will get it. He uses Instagram.”
“What the fuck does that say?” Yurio growls.
Victor pouts, "does no one appreciate genius anymore?”
“No one appreciates you, there’s a difference.” ______________
Or: No one understands Victor’s new license plate.
“Is this because I let you watch American movies as a child,” says Yakov flatly. “The ones where the popular boy gives his coat to the pretty girl?”
Victor puts up both eyebrows in a delicately mocking gesture that was unbearable when he was a fey creature of sixteen and makes Yakov yearn to clip him around the ears now, when he’s twenty-eight. “'Let’ me?” he says.
Yuuri wears a dress, steps on Viktor, gets done just right.
The other, however, Yuuri has free — eyes still locked with Viktor’s, he shifts his weight, lifts his free foot. Lets the punched out gasp Viktor relinquishes go straight to the pooling heat in his groin and low in his spine, when he sets his foot delicately to the bulge stretching the fine silk of Viktor’s dress pants.
Despite having been living in Hasetsu with Yuuri for several months already, it wasn’t the first time the russian skater found himself staring outside the window of his bedroom comparing his native country’s weather to Japan’s.
Yuuri and Phichit don’t normally swear. But college life makes the word ‘fuck’ just so fucking relevant. Not to mention, it’s hard to be a normal college student when you’re a world class figure skater with an obvious crush that all your friends know about and make fun of you for. That just makes it twice as fucking fun. Seven times Yuuri and Phichit made each other swear plus two times they made others swear.
“So how did Georgi meet this girl?” Yuuri found himself asking. Victor immediately groaned, and Yuuri felt bad for asking. “They literally met on move in day, and she lives on the first floor! They’re acting like they’re so in love that they have to spend every moment together, and it has to be in our room because her roommate is ‘evil’ but come on, man. Calm down,” Victor complained, wildly gesturing with his hands to show his annoyance. Yuuri laughed at the way that Victor was completely over exaggerating his movements, and Victor smiled at him. Yuuri had to push thoughts of how beautiful Victor was from his mind again, though it seemed at this point to be a losing battle.
Or, Phichit and Yuuri live down the hall from Victor and Georgi, and Georgi keeps kicking out Victor to “hang out” with his new girlfriend. And maybe Yuuri thinks Victor is pretty cute, but he isn’t going to tell him or anything, no, that would make things weird. Right?
“Viktor gapes in wonder at the sight of his fiancé moving without inhibition, not out of inebriated unrestraint but as though caught up in the passion of the art. Yuuri is creating music with his body in a way Viktor could never have imagined. He steps forward, past the line of onlookers, starstruck by the raw emotion of this performance as it spontaneously becomes. Yuuri glimpses him, and lights up with the most radiant smile Viktor has ever seen, and Yuuri pulls him into the center of the circle before drawing back and bidding that he chase –”
Or, what happens in Barcelona the night of the Grand Prix Final.
Everyone has a soulmate. And everyone sees any marks on their soulmate’s skin appear on their own body; it starts with the first marks, drawn on by the midwife at birth. Not everyone is lucky enough to have a soulmate who replies, but Yuuri does, and he knows that he should feel fortunate - however, when he’s trying to make a living as a small-time painter, and his soulmate is the famous artist, Viktor Nikiforov… well, it seems slightly less than fortunate. Yuuri can’t help but feel self-conscious. So self-conscious, in fact, that he’s never even shown Viktor his face, never let Viktor hear his voice. The only way that they’ve spoken is through ink, writing message after message to each other on their skin - but that’s all about to change.
Yuuri always gets a few extra pounds in the off season and since he knows Victor don’t really mind he’s less conscious about it. Still there are days Victor sees Yuuri rub his hand over his stomach as if he’s not happy with it. He just never thought the reason could be what it is.
This is not a A/B/O story, this is canon continued.
Canon-divergent AU. Just before he skates at the Hot Springs On Ice, Yuuri receives a photo of his drunken GPF banquet antics; consumed with humiliation over a night he can’t remember, he loses the competition. Victor goes back to Russia with Yurio, and Yakov comes to train Yuuri in Japan. One night, frustrated and miserable, Yuuri posts some personally relevant song lyrics on Instagram—and wakes up the next morning to find that Victor has posted lyrics that seem to be a reply.
With the world watching their every move, Victor and Yuuri begin trading lyrics in a secret conversation; from playful rivalry to intense seduction, through Savage Garden and San Fermin, their virtual affair unfolds, hidden in plain sight. But the Grand Prix approaches, bringing with it newfound opportunities for Yuuri’s career, and his new life hinges on two things: winning the gold, and staying away from Victor.
Meeting your soulmate was supposed to be effortless. Soulmarks made it easier than ever to find the one (or ones) you were destined to be with. If only soulmarks could do anything to prevent misunderstandings.
Secrets are normal in Viktor’s opinion. Yuuri shares his sentiments. Everyone has secrets they keep from others and he knows even Yuuri has some just as Viktor has. He is very grateful to have trust and understanding between them and Viktor allows his husband to maintain his privacy just as Yuuri gives Viktor his own.
The smart and responsible thing to do is to shake his head and say no. Send out a few messages to let people know that Viktor’s in his rut and they won’t be making it to practice any time soon, make sure they have supplies to last a week or so, and maybe ask Yurio to come over and get Makkachin.
But Yuuri does none of that because he’s kind of an idiot when it comes to Viktor.
Yuuri is determined to get to the bottom of why Victor keeps flirting with him. This leads to a conversation. With alcohol.
“Besides,” said Victor. “Maybe if I get you drunk I can learn some of your secrets.”
Yuuri coughed as he swallowed. “My secrets?”
“Yes. The secrets of the mysterious Katsuki Yuuri, enigma of the figure skating world.” Yuuri nearly choked again at that.
He laughed and shook his head. “You don’t need to make fun of me.”
“What? You are an enigma.”
“I’m not joking,” Victor assured. “No one really knows what to make of you, Yuuri. You’re so quiet most of the time and then other times…” Yuuri just looked at the other man as he trailed off. He shook his head and reached to pour them both more sake.
Some people snore, some people talk in their sleep, some people reenact fight scenes, and apparently some people can purr, when they are asleep. This leaves the one awake wondering if they should pet them or not. At least that is what Victor would love to do if not for the fact Yuuri is snuggled way tighter than is good for his mood, and he’s scared he might wake him.
“Good morning, I’m Victor Nikiforov, here with your daily forecast. It’s shaping up to be a chilly day of yet another volatile week, let’s take a look at our satellite radar. Hamburg at 14, Ann Arbor at 16, Essex at 10—”
His voice (oh God, even his voice sounds like an angel’s) worms its way into Yuuri’s head, and he wonders what his regular voice sounds like, what it’d sound like in the—
“You’re thirsty for the weatherman, aren’t you?” Phichit waggles his eyebrows suggestively. “I don’t suppose I deserve a thank you?”
Yuuri, under the username of Eros, is a size queen omega who most certainly does not have an obsession with fellow camboy and legendary silver-haired alpha Aria. Just like Phichit is not the most meddlesome roommate known to man.
“Victor, you could have let some psychopath into your apartment.”
“Oh come on, he’s not a psychopath,” Victor chides. Christophe makes a gesture with his hand that says ‘are you seriously this naïve or are you drunk at work again?’.
“Victor, you don’t know that. You don’t know anything about him. Whose name am I going to give to the police or face I’m going to describe to the sketch artist when they find your body chopped up like Hannibal Lecter’s side dish?”
in which Victor and Yuuri are roommates and Yuuri has a secret
Dressed in little more than black gossamer, Eros had poised himself inside of his dressing room’s doorframe with a tube of lipstick between his painted fingers, the makeup’s ruddy tip already conformed to his lower lip. It was like watching the Cheshire reappear, one swipe of his smile at a time. He purred, Do you think, Mister Nikiforov, that if I tried very hard, I could make you redder than Russian Red’s namesake?
Yuuri was just trying to be a gentleman by walking the red-haired woman home.
He hadn’t meant to get whisked away by the top members of the Russian Mafia, he definitely hadn’t meant to get two of the most powerful men in the world trying to kill him, and he definitely definitely hadn’t meant to seduce the pakhan.
But now that he’s in this mess, he’s going to fight to the finish.
“Yuuri!” Viktor calls. “I’ve come to rescue you!” Yuuri stares at him blankly. He gestures to the various unconscious space pirates with his recently discharged phaser. “Oh, Captain,” he deadpans. “Save me.”
A year in the life of badass science officer Yuuri Katsuki, Captain Viktor “Team Mom” Nikiforov, and simultaneously the best crew and worst crew in Starfleet history.
(No prior Star Trek knowledge needed! It’s a loose AU!)
Yuuri Katsuki has been betrothed to the High King’s son, Victor, since he was just a child; furthermore, as an omega, he’s forbidden from practicing magic in combat. For years, he’s been able to put off the former because the Prince was traveling abroad, and gotten around the latter by practicing with his mentor in secret.
Now Victor Nikiforov has finally returned home, and Yuuri is being summoned to the capital for their wedding. He needs a plan to put off marriage long enough to find a way to break the betrothal, while keeping his practicing from being discovered.
For the students, it was making fun of Katsuki Yuuri.
For Yuuri, it was letting himself become too stupid.
For Viktor, it was not doing anything.
Once there was a boy named Katsuki Yuuri, who was shy, loved to make clothes, had adorable smiles and was fatter than the usual average human being. Unfortunately for him, apparently being chubby wasn’t all that accepted in the norm back then. After numerous accounts of bullying, Katsuki Yuuri disappears for good.
Now years later, there is now a man only known as Y.K. Fashion tyrant, multimillionaire, professional cold-stare giver… and is trying his ultimate best to run away from his dark past, until a certain silver haired CEO of a certain rival company who went to the same certain college he went to back then decides to flat out entangle their fates together. Do both of them have anything to say for it? Sadly, no. No they don’t.
Viktor’s promposal for Yuuri had to be perfect. He knew Yuuri, though, and he knew that it couldn’t be extravagantly over the top, but it also couldn’t be a stereotype he pulled off of Google. It was harder than he expected it to be. Also known as: Five ways Viktor considered promposing to Yuuri and one way he didn’t.
Yuuri and Phichit registered and named the pet shop when they were drunk. They didn’t exactly expect it to become the most popular pet shop in Seattle. (It was only supposed to be a front to fund Phichit’s (undercover) animal rescue missions.) Enter Viktor Nikiforov, the man with the pink Cadillac and the giant brown poodle (that’s stolen Yuuri’s heart), and Yuuri might have lost his mind, because apparently he keeps flirting with a client – and he never even notices.
When you’re born, you have the first words your soulmate says to you on your arm. When they say them to you, they turn red and you get another set of words that change your relationship with your soulmate. Viktor’s first set is in Japanese and he doesn’t understand, but the second is “Be my coach, Viktor”.
He has the second set for 10 years before he finally hears them.
Because the universe is somehow both cruel and indifferent, Yuuri sees Victor again two days later in the lobby of his ballet studio. He’s just finished his advanced pointe workshop. His hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat, he’s painted with a full body flush, and he’s wearing a shirt Phichit custom ordered that says “Tastier Than Katsudon” in screaming neon orange.
“Hi Yuuri!” Victor’s beaming and blocking his only exit. ____________
A falling-in-love story told through questionable t-shirts.
1. Having to yell at kids for skating like idiots 2. Explaining to parents of said kids why they were kicked off the ice 3. The horrifying smell of Phichit’s feet 4. Victor Nikiforov almost decapitating a 12 year old
In which Yuuri works as an Ice Guard with Phichit, and Victor is the stupidly attractive figure skater who tries to practice flying camels in the middle of crowded public sessions.
Victor stops the car, turns off the engine, and Yuri rolls out the car with the attitude of every slightly inconvenienced teenager. Yuri flips his shades up, stares in disbelief at the sign in front of the well-manicured lawn squished between two old barber shops: DETROIT DENTAL AND ORTHODONTICS.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he says.
Or: Victor has a crush on his favorite shy, attractive dentist, and Yuri suffers.
“Yuuri was a hurricane: beautiful and destructive. He swept Viktor (and arguably half the skating world) off their feet and destroyed the ball room in the process. Reuniting with Yuuri had been… confusing. He was that anxious person once again. He was still beautiful, but less like a hurricane. He was timid comparatively.
Victor blinked, before his blood grew cold. The box of chocolates fell out of his hands. He reached for phone, hitting speed dial.
There pinned to the wall was piece of Yuuri’s favorite jacket held in place by a knife. The gleam of moonlight reflected off the golden ring, Yuuri’s engagement ring tied to the end of the fabric. Cut into the wall, letters jagged and crooked, a note: 'We have your fiancée, Agent King.’
After a whirlwind night Victor is sure he’s found his mate in one Yuuri Katsuki. But Yuuri doesn’t remember any of this? Worse still-how can Victor control his every alpha instinct screaming at him to claim his omega?
This story covers Victor and Yuuri meeting at the GPF banquet through the canon timeline, and beyond!
The photographer sets the Danseur up for a blind date with one of his models.
Yuuri loves Phichit, really he does. It’s just that he rather just not be personal around people. So dates are just not his cup of things. Crushes, now those he can do. He kinda has had several. And if all of them in one way or another resemble his first one, just means he has a type.
Viktor had kissed him for all the world to see, but Yuuri can’t even work up the nerve to talk about it afterwards. He can’t put into words how badly he wants more; he can barely admit it to himself. It’s a good thing Viktor knows *just* how to build up his confidence.
Prompt- You kicked two guys out for being rude but turns out they were a couple and now everyone including your crush thinks you’re homophobic but you’re actually 100% homosexual aka Yuuri was not dealing with this shit today.
Yuuri found himself ignoring the television, hyper-aware of his hand finding its way to the top of Victor’s thigh. He gave a slight press into the hard muscle, slowly making his way to Victor’s knee in a light stroke.
A long-fingered hand gracefully covered his, smooth and playful as they interlocked. “Oh right! It’s our day off tomorrow, isn’t it?”
He said it like it was a huge surprise. “Don’t act like you weren’t thinking about it,” Yuuri muttered, face reddening deeper even as his gut grew warm with anticipation, and his cheek still pressed against Victor’s shoulder.
Yuuri is absolutely gorgeous. Viktor could write poems about the soft pink that paints his cheeks and nose. He could pen lyrics about the slope of Yuuri’s smile and the way he bites his lip to try to keep the laughter inside. The sparkle in Yuuri’s eyes would be enough to give hope to even the most lovelorn soul. The warmth of Yuuri’s body pressed against his and the bubbling heat of the feelings he induces in Viktor would be more than enough protection from even the harshest of Russian winters.
Yuuri laughs again and ducks his head, embarrassed, and Viktor covers his mouth with his hand because he thinks he may have said some of that out loud. Oops.
“I know as well as you do that you’re a big romantic at heart, or you wouldn’t be the most requested wedding planner in New York City. Maybe it’s time you give the City a chance”.
Or, the one where Victor organizes weddings for a living but has never been in love, Katsuki Yuuri is a very stressed best man of honor, Chris wants Victor to pull a Jennifer Lopez and Yurio would very much like to be excluded from this narrative.
From all the things this was the last thing either Yuuri or Victor ever thought they’d argue about. They just can’t seem to get to a good middle ground on it unsettling all the other Russian skaters with their bickering.
But honestly, until the Russians find out what it was about they have some opinions of their own.
The leader of the Russian Mafia could be described in many ways. Of course to the public’s eye, Viktor Nikiforov was nothing short of perfection. Tall, rich, powerful, charming, and unbelievably handsome. He knew this fact very well, using this to his advantage at getting anybody he wanted whenever he wanted.
That is until Yuuri Katsuki caused him to fall flat on his butt and make him rethink everything he’s ever known.
Introducing the mafia AU nobody asked for about how a cocky self reliant bachelor falls incredibly in love with the adorable sassy dancing protégée of Lilia- Yuuri Katsuki.
“Someone needs to make sure that you don’t go lusting after him too hard and accidentally enchant him with your beautiful voice and get him drowned. The royal family of Russia has no heir at the moment, so it would definitely drive the country into a chaos, and then it would be no use trying to make an alliance with them.”
aka The Little Mermaid AU no one asked for. This one is based on the Disney version, because anyone who has read the original fairy tale knows it doesn’t end happily.
Where Yuuri remembers the banquet, Viktor forgets, and Yakov Feltsman has his own plans. “I’ve been made aware of your recent break with Celestino Cialdini, and would like to offer you a trial period where you train under me, in St. Petersburg. There are only three conditions: you will board with another one of my students, you will take ballet with Madame Baranovskaya, and you will help me coach Yuri Plisetsky, who refuses to listen to my criticisms of his spins.” Yakov nods at this point, leans forwards and looks Yuuri in the eye. “I will charge no coaching fees.” With a deal like that, even if it means he has to face Viktor again, Yuuri has no choice but to agree.
Victor surprises Yuuri with a trip to an adult store and gets a little more than he bargained for. Or maybe that was the plan all along.
“The colors match our Stammi Vicino costumes!” Victor’s eyes positively sparkled. Meanwhile, his hands held two packaged, decently-sized, ribbed, purple and blue vibrators. With gold rings around the hilts, presumably where they would untwist to replace the batteries.
“You knew this wasn’t a toy store,” Yuuri accused flatly.
“Well, technically, it is a toy store.”
The Rules For Lovers by ADreamingSongbird
Prince Yuuri Katsuki has a duty to his country, above all else (his desires, his dreams, and his happiness included), and he knows this alliance will help to ensure the safety of his people. That’s the only reason he accepts Prince Nikiforov’s hand in marriage. The pleasant surprise, of course, is the part where they fall in love along the way. The unpleasant one, well…
Yuri Katsuki never wanted to meet his idol. He couldn’t imagine Prince Victor ever caring about a lowly college student. Yuri’s also pretty sure he’d screw up everything if he ever met Prince Victor and he’d like to save himself the embarrassment. Unfortunately for Yuri, he’s going to lose his dignity and his shirt in very short order after meeting the prince.
Getting drunk at an after-party at work did not look like a bad thing at first. Yuuri had hoped it would have gotten him to talk to some of his co-workers as normally he’s too shy. He should have known that getting drunk at an after-party would get him into trouble. There was no way he could have seen this train wreck coming though.
Yuuri wasn’t that short. If anything, he was an average height. No, it was the grocery store’s fault. With the store so understaffed and the shelves so poorly stocked, how can anyone reach anything? At least, Yuuri can say something good came out of his ordeal. After all, he had quite a fateful encounter.
How do you love someone who you can’t touch? Simple – with a force of burning fire, enough to melt your heart.
- or the fic where Victor is the Witch of the North and Yuuri is the principal apprentice of the Rising Sun and they can’t be around each other without someone getting hurt (it’s Victor, it’s always Victor)
So this is it for now, I guess? I still have a whole bunch more and I’ll update this I promise! I hope you enjoy this and have a nice day! x
Summary: You’re just ‘one of the guys’ aka: “not considered an option by the guys”. And it hurts. Especially when it comes to your friend and crush Steve Rogers.
Or, Where a drunk Steve tries to break into your room at an ungodly time of night.
Author’s note: I know this has been long overdue😭,
also thank you so so so much for all the support and feedback you guys have been giving me on my imagines, it means a lot.❤❤❤As always feedback is much appreciated!
Warnings: insecurities, language, Steve being a hot ass mess
Steve rogers is a ladies man.
Well kind of a ladies man…The ladies came to him, he didn’t
come to the ladies.
Two years ago you helped put the Avengers team back together
and then joined it.
Three months after joining the team you realized you had a
crush on Steve Rogers.
Nine months later you were in love with him.
A year ago Steve dated Sharon Carter for four months. And
has been a ladies man ever since.
“Damn he’s making a second round already?” Sam mutters under
his breath. Bucky muffles a snort. You’re sitting at the kitchen countertop on
a tall stool with Bucky and Sam on either side of you. The three of you are
currently watching Candice “just call me Candy” Martin run her glossy pink
nails up and down Steve’s arm. Steve’s blushing, but he doesn’t stop her.
That’s the thing about Steve. He never makes the first move. The girls come on
to him and he just blushes in that adorable Steve Rogers way of his and allows
it to happen. Then he asks them out and of course they accept- he’s Captain
America. You never knew women to be so forward until you had met Steve. They
competed with each other for his attention and seemed to relish it.
First there was Candice Martin, the pretty pale and freckled
Then Freja Hosk, the tall intimidatingly beautiful, Swedish
ice blond medic.
Then Paisley Fisk, the gorgeous SHEILD scientist, blessed
with flawless dark skin, deep dimples, plush full lips, and waist length
After her there was Biyu Zhou the stunning Chinese agent,
graced with an amazing body and a pretty face that always seemed to be flirting
And these were the ones that Steve went on multiple dates
with. There was no counting the amount of women he’d only gone out with one
time. He’d seemed to have gone through the whole building.
Now it seemed to be back to Candice. You watch Candice give
Steve’s arm a lingering squeeze before leaving the kitchen. Your heart twists
and you look down at your cereal. You hate feeling this way. Especially for
someone who would never feel the same way about you. You and Steve are close
friends; you could even call him your best friend, after Sam. But to him you’re
just one of the guys.
‘One of the guys’ ….you hate that expression. Because it’s
always described you.
You’re not even lucky enough to be one of those cool ‘one of
the guys’ girls, the ones that understand men and eventually have one of their
guy friends falling for them. No. You’re just one of the guys because guys
don’t even consider you a sexual option.
Steve calls you ‘buddy’ for pete’s sake.
Steve wanders over to the kitchen counter and pulls up a
stool next to Bucky.
“Let me guess, hot date this Friday?” Sam asks.
“Yeah” Steve answers, stealing a blueberry from Bucky’s
plate. Bucky halfheartedly swats Steve’s hand away.
“Man even I wasn’t getting this much action in my heyday,”
Bucky chuckles. He reaches out and thumps Steve on the back. “Who woudda
thought that Stevie turned out to be the biggest lady killer of ‘em all”
Steve shakes his head, and swipes Bucky’s coffee mug,
draining it in one gulp. Amid Bucky’s protests Tony walks into the kitchen. His
hair is sticking in all different directions and he has that crazy ‘I haven’t
slept in 24 hours’ look in his eye. For about a week him and Banner have been
hole-ing themselves in the lab with a few choice SHEILD scientists working on
some secret ‘important project’.
“Rough night Tony?” Sam asks.
“Yeah,” Tony walks over to the other counter and pours
himself a cup of coffee. “And not the good type of rough either.”
“But, even genius comes out of my roadblocks.” Tony sighs
holding his mug in his hands and inhaling the coffee’s aroma .
“So you finally finished the project?” you ask.
“Nope.” Tony answers “But while I was trying to work on the
project I got to thinking about Cap’s problem…well one of his many problems.”
Tony chuckles to himself at his, and pulls something out of his pocket and
tosses it at Steve. “And of course being the humanitarian I am, I solved it.”
“What’s this?” Steve turns what looks like a silver flask
over in his hands.
“Next time you want to relax, try cracking this open with
ice princess over here on a Saturday night. If it works properly you two
finally won’t be the only sober ones on our poker nights.”
“Uh, thanks Tony,” Steve says hesitantly, tucking the flask
away, but you know he’s happy. Steve’s confided in you many times that he
wishes he just could let go, just not think about the fate of the world or what
everyone wants him to be for once. He smiles at Tony and Tony flashes a smile
“No problem.” He downs the rest of his coffee and pops a
piece of chewing gum. “Now if you’ll excuse me I’m supposed to get brunch with
Ms. Paisley Fisk,” Tony’s grin stretches from ear to ear.
“Never seen you so excited about brunch Tony,” You observe,
taking a bite of your cereal.
“Brunch? I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about brunch. Now
Paisley Fisk on the other hand…?” He gives a low whistle “I mean have you seen
her?….And have you seen those knocke-”
You roll your eyes “Alright Tony, we get that you’re a dog.
Move along” You interrupt him. Tony smirks and heads out the door.
“Did he just lick his lips?” You ask, but Sam’s too busy
collecting the dirty dishes and Steve and Bucky are hunched together, probably
discussing the flask, so you don’t get an answer. You sigh and head out,
deciding to get some paperwork and training in so you don’t just lounge around
all day. As you head down the hallway, a thought strikes you. Not once has Tony
Stark, the famous playboy who would flirt with anything female with a pulse,
flirted with you. Not one sly remark, cheesy pickup line or cheeky comment.
‘Damn I really must be
ugly’ you think to yourself. Heavy
footsteps jogging behind you interrupt your thoughts.
“Hey,” Steve says catching up to you, giving you that
dazzling smile of his.
“Hey” you respond, smiling back.
“We still on for movie night?” he asks
“Of course, I have three picked for you today,”
“Are the going to be as bad as the last ones?” Steve rolls
You gasp in mock horror. “Steve Rogers. My movie choices
Steve pretends to think “Okay maybe one of them wasn’t bad.”
You guys reach the training room. You push open the glass doors and enter.
“Was it the one that made you cry?”
Steve wraps his arms around your waist, effortlessly pulling
you off the ground. He starts to muss up your hair. “Take that back! I just had
something in my eye.”
“No! I’m telling the truth!” you screech, laughing. Steve
starts to tickle you and you squirm. “Stop! Put me down!”
“Oh okay,” he says and makes as if to drop you, making you
screech and cling to him. Your stomach hurts from laughing.
“Steve?” A high pitched voice cuts through your happy haze.
It’s Candice “Could you spar with me a bit?” Steve puts you down, and you
prepare to mask your expression, to smile and say you’ll catch him later, but
when you look up he’s already walked away.
That Friday night starts out as usual. You hole yourself up
in your room so you don’t have to see Steve getting ready to pick up Candice
for their date. But today you don’t even have Sam to keep you from slipping
into sadness because he’s out with his girl tonight too.
So you sit and stew .
Listen to sad music
Watch a sad movie that make your heart hurt.
Eat pizza and ice-cream and stew.
Look at pictures of Steve on your phone.
Zoom in on his biceps and cry.
And then you start thinking about how Candice is probably
running her fingers through Steve’s hair, pulling him closer and kissing him.
He’s probably wrapping his arms around her waist, and then you start thinking
about how he’ll never touch you like that- he’ll never want to touch you like that. How nobody ever does- and then you
decide it’s time to put yourself to bed.
But you just lay in the dark staring
up at the ceiling, thinking about all the beautiful women he’s dated and start
comparing yourself. You wish you could
be pretty like them. Take their beauty and wear it like a mask- after all how
else would anyone ever notice you? You
wish for once someone would see you, actually see the whole you and want you.
Just as your eyes are about to start watering your door
shakes. It sounds like someone’s trying to break in. Reacting quickly, you grab
your pistol from your dresser and approach the door. The door handle continues
Your mind boggles at who it could be, after all, what
intruder would be this loud? And the compound is practically impenetrable, how
would they have not set off any alarms? Still, your heart rate rises as you
look through the peephole. When you spy a familiar head of blonde hair you huff
and put away your pistol and open the door.
“Steve? Wha-“ Steve barrels past you, flicking on the lights
and kicking off his shoes. He sways slightly, and turns towards you. You catch
the strong scent of something then, like alcohol, but slightly off. He says
your name, surprised.
“Wha-wha are ya doing in my room?” He says
“Steve this isn’t-“ you start, but Steve walks up to you and
puts a finger to your lips.
“Shh- iss okay, ya can stay” he slurs slightly, and sits on
“Steve are you drunk?” You ask, crossing your arms over your
Steve giggles “Ya, To-nyyy’s stuff actually worked” he
sing-songs Tony’s name. “I feel great” He says laying back.
You hold back a smile, and then a terrible thought crosses
your mind. “Steve, where’s Bucky?”
“Oh don’t worry, old Buck’s in his room. Out lika light”
Steve snorts “Lightweight.”
You shake your head, wondering what you’re going to do with
him, when the sound of movement on the bed makes you look up. Steve’s already
stripped off his shirt and is working on his pants. You want to say something-
you should stay something, but you’re too distracted by the flexing of his
abdominals as he peels off his jeans.
“Steve” You hiss, you don’t think you can say much else. Not when every muscle in his body is standing out in sharp relief.
Steve looks up and smiles widely at you, patting the place
next to him. Steve really must be gone. Normally he would be three shades of
red if you even mentioned seeing him shirtless. You hesitate for a moment
before crawling next to him. He wraps a
well muscled arm around you and pulls you close. It feels so nice you don’t
even mind the stink of alcohol on his breath
“So” you scramble for something to say. “How was your date?”
“Oh really?” you ask. You decide to try to fish details out
of him. “Candice is very beautiful”
“Yeah not really my type.” Steve snorts.
“Oh?” your fingers decide to do their own thing and start
tracing the ridges in his forearm. “What’s you type then?”
Steve’s silent for such a long time you start to think he’s
fallen asleep. But then his fingers grasp your face, squishing your cheeks
together. He looks down at you, and his big blue eyes look like languid pools
“You. This beautiful face of yours.” He replies. Your heart
pounds and you will it to stop. He’s drunk. In the morning he won’t even look
at you let alone want you.
“Stop playing Steve,” You turn and start scooting away.
“I’m noooot” he whines, and hooks an arm around you, pulling
you to his chest. You try to squirm away but he’s got you in an iron grip
“You’re so beautiful Y/n” His large calloused hand caresses your face sloppily.
“Oh really?” you say, trying to keep the bitterness out of
your voice. “Why haven’t you said anything before?”
“’cause ya won’t let me.” You feel lips at press at the back
of your neck, and you have to stop yourself from squeaking “Come’on y/n….just
give me a chance… just one chance. I promise I won’t mess it up. I’ll tell ya
that you’re beautiful every day…” He kisses your earlobe and sets your skin on
fire “I’ll treat you right. I promiiisee. Why won’t you give me a chance?” his
voice turns whiney again. He’s suddenly too close, too much and you squirm out
of his embrace. He makes a hurt noise in the back of his throat and you hush
him, turning off the lights.
“Let’s go to bed Steve.”
“Ooh I like the sound of that,”
“If you don’t shut up…” You snap, feeling your way to the
bed. Once you’re under the covers Steve locks you in his embrace again, almost
crushing you. You lay on his chest, his warmth enveloping you, your mind racing
a mile a minute. Then Steve’s hand slides up your body and starts rubbing your back and
you slip off into sleep.
When you wake up Steve’s gone. Your heart drops, but after
laying in bed for a bit you decide to confront him. You pull on your favorite
pair of high waisted jeans and an over-sized cropped sweater. You look at
yourself in the mirror. ‘At least I can look good while getting rejected.’ You
head into the kitchen and are greeted with the sight of a busted looking Bucky
being served breakfast by Sam. You pause for a moment to scoop a muffin from
the box on the counter and to admire the architecture of Bucky’s hair, half of
which is standing straight up, the other half is at a 90 degree angle.
“So I take it Stark’s concoction worked?” Sam asks,
arranging pancakes on a plate. Both of their backs are to you, Bucky sitting at
the kitchen counter, Sam in front of the stove top.
“Yeah,” Bucky says, voice rough, “Who woudda thought Stark
could make that good stuff?”
Sam chuckles “So you and Rogers have a good time last
“Ya, well until Steve started getting whiney.” Bucky snorts.
“Buck, why doesn’t y/n like me? She’s so pretty Buck I can’t
take it, why doesn’t she liiike me?” Bucky mocks Steve’s voice. “After that I
decided to go bed. I get enough y/n talk when I’m sober.”
“Really?” Sam pries, and you smile, Sam knew about your
little crush, and like a true friend was fishing for more information.
“Yeah, he’s such a wimp, I always tell him just to make a
move-“ Bucky cuts him self off “Sam ya better not tell y/n about this…I swear”
Sam turns around, pancakes in hand “Don’t worry-“ He looks
up and meets your gaze “I won’t have to” he laughs. Bucky looks up at Sam and
then turns around. He groans.
“Y/n, how long have you been?- Actually nevamind,
obviously long enough. Just do me a
favor and don’t tell Steve about this? He’s an absolute madman when it comes to
you….” Bucky grumbles, pulling his hood over his head.
“a… madman?” You ask walking up to the counter.
Bucky snorts. “Yeah he practically beat Stark’s ass after he
overhead him saying something slick ‘bout ya.”
You lock eyes with Sam. “Go get him tiger.” Sam smiles at
you. You wipe your palms on your jeans and turn to head out.
“Word ta the wise, check the roof.” Bucky calls out after
You find Steve
sitting on the roof, staring off into the distance. His hair is still
messy but he’s wearing a clean white button down shirt, and tan pants with
those suspenders you always secretly find adorable on him.
“Steve?” you call out hesitantly “Can we talk?”
Steve’s head whips around and his eyes widen. He then
massages his temples with a groan. He must be suffering from quite the
“You don’t have to say it y/n, let’s just forget last night
ever happened.” Your heart beats faster and you gather up the last of your
courage before it completely slips away.
“Steve-what you said…did you mean it?”
Steve groans again, dropping his head into his hands.
“Yes.” He says quietly.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me Steve?”
“Why should I have?” he gives a defeated chuckle. “Ya
already rejected me,”
“What?” Your mouth drops in disbelief and you walk up and
stand next to Steve, looking down at him “When? When did you even ask me out?”
Steve looks up at you “What do you mean? I tried after every
upstate training session.”
Your eyes squint as you think back. A little over a year ago
the team met upstate for a four days to train at this specialized facility and
test out new weapons. You think back some more.
“You just asked me to ‘hang out’ after those sessions.” You
say incredulously, “Not on a date”
“But that’s how people date nowadays.” Steve looks confused.
You laugh “No, not really. And anyways after those training
sessions I was so disgusting that the
last thing I wanted to do was go get ice-cream and marinate in my own sweat for a few hours”
“But all tha other girls took ‘hanging out’ ta mean a date”
Steve looks even more confused.
“I guess nowadays ‘hanging out’ can imply a date, but most
of the time it still just means hanging out. At least to me” you mutter the
last part “Where’d you get this idea from anyway?”
Steve’s ears turn pink “Uh Bucky”
You eyes practically roll out of your head “Steve! You know he
only thing Bucky knows about dating is from those stupid teen drama shows he’s
Steve’s face turns bright red “I’ll have ya know Bucky was
quite good with the ladies.”
You can’t help but to burst out laughing. After you calm
down you sit down next to Steve. “You going to Bucky for advice on dating is
like the blind leading the blind”
Steve chuckles, wiping a hand down his face. After a moment
“Steve, why’d you practically date the whole building
instead of just telling me.”
“I dunno. I guess I just thought you’d already rejected me
so I didn’t want to push the issue, and still wanted to be your friend. So I
just thought I’d try to find someone else…” he turns his head and looks at you “But
damn it Y/n it’s impossible to find someone who even comes close to ya…” His
gaze takes your breath away so it takes a moment for you to respond.
“I guess that’s a good thing then…cause I feel the same way
“Yeah” you laugh and you feel like you’re flying because all
the baggage, all the pain is starting to unload. “And if you hadn’t been so
dumb and listened to Bucky you would have known a long time ago.”
Steve smiles widely and wraps an arm around you, the other hand caressing your face.
“So. You wanna go on a date with me?”
“Yeah” You pretend to consider it, and then lay your head on his shoulder “Sounds a lot better then
just hanging out.”
Summary: Finn’s been in a fully committed relationship with wrestling and no one else. He thinks it’s going to be that way forever until Becky throws a birthday party and invites her incredibly cute cousin.
Warnings: Language and Fluff.
Word Count: 6,154
The incessant honking from the car parked in his driveway
continued to blare throughout the neighborhood even after he was stumbling out
the front door, still trying to slip his Vans on.
It would have been one thing if he wasn’t late already - having
lost track of time at the gym - but now Sami and Ben seemed to just be adding
emphasis to their feelings about his lack of socializing outside of work; the
longer the car horn blared, the more time the two of his friends would probably
spend on expressing their opinions about Finn’s need to go out and be more
“Well it’s about damn time” Sami shouts from the driver’s seat,
“thought you were just going to hide out in your bedroom and ignore us until we
drove away… again.”
“Sorry, sorry. Lost track of time, I was helping Matt train some
of the newcomers at the performance center,” Finn huffs, running to the
backseat and sliding in.
Ben turns around in the passenger seat and looks at him, “You
ever gonna give yourself a break man? You were never hired to be a trainer.”
“I know that, Matt just really appreciates the help sometimes.”
Sami speaks up next, cranking the ignition and peeling out the
driveway, “Yeah, but you need to get a life man, when’s the last time you
did something that didn’t involve wrestling”
The question is answered with silence, because Finn really can’t
remember the last time he did something unrelated to work, and he hates himself
for that. It’s not like he’s intentionally cut himself off from the social
world, he’s just always wanted to be the best.
No one becomes the best if they don’t work at it twenty-four
hours a day, seven days a week.
YOU GOT IT BABE. I have this weird au headcanon that Jack went back to the past–but only to Johnny’s timeline, and he’s stuck there. So I ran with it. Sidenote that I know it’s canon that Johnny is “afraid of very little save for clowns” but for my purposes he get spooked by anything “scary”
There was a strange sense of exhaustion weighing heavily over Jack’s shoulders as he stepped through the threshold of his and Johnny’s small apartment.
A lovely anon requested: “hey im such a huge fan of your writing!! i was wondering if maybe you
could do a peter x reader based off the bruno mars song ‘talking to the moon’
please? thank you so much if you do!!!”
Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Stark!Reader
Warnings: very few swear words, mentions of implied death?
Word Count: 2, 651
forward a few years from now, Reader is an advanced S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and Tony
Stark’s adopted daughter who’s gone on an undercover mission and Peter Parker
wishes there were things he’d said before they left.
song is so good and I had too many ideas I couldn’t sort them out which is why
this ended up being a huge mess. I apologize in advance for this. The reader
and Peter Parker are in their early twenties. I literally wrote this under the
full moon which I think is pretty awesome. Also, as you may be able to tell,
I’ve been catching up on Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.
gone for six months now. A little more than six months actually; 191 days as of
tonight to be exact. 191 days ago, you got the offer to go on the undercover
mission of a lifetime, the duration indefinite. 191 days ago, you had to leave
immediately without so much as a goodbye to anyone. 190 days ago, was when you
last communicated with the boy- now man, you are in love with.
after you were whisked away, you managed to slip an encrypted message through
your adoptive father, Tony Stark, to let Peter know that you were okay. It was
totally illegal and you spent the whole night encoding and encrypting when you
should have been getting your rest for the mission.
your father had the means to keep tabs on you throughout the project and you
knew he’d give the team updates about you. You were never safe, but at least
you were still alive. Little did you know, for the past two months you were
totally off the radar and no one had any idea if your cover was blown, or if you
were still alive.
For a while
you didn’t think you’d make it out. All you could think of in those moments, was
that you might die without ever telling Peter how you felt.
The foxes find out that Neil actually killed people while on the run.
Looks like tonight is jut a writing night for me lmao I’m not complaining.
Even in hindsight Neil could never have seen this coming. He’ll look back on it later and still have trouble untangling the series of events that, over the last few weeks, had led him here.
First, Riko’s “suicide.” When the news struck Neil was prepared, and he’d only been able to tell Andrew on the roof, torn between relief at Riko being gone and unease at the cold, cruel nature of the execution.
Which is exactly what it was. An execution.
He should have expected how fast news spread but it still knocked the wind out of him when Nicky came through the main hallway screeching like a bat out of hell to get all the Foxes to come out. He read the news article with a frantic speed, but his precise enunciation leaving no doubt about his words. Riko, the King, the Number One, had killed himself.
Kevin’s knees go out from under him and the Foxes seem to collapse in on themselves, folding like wet paper dolls. It seems wrong to celebrate, especially with Kevin making pathetic gasping noises on the floor. But what else are they supposed to do when confronted with the death of the man who, for a year, had made their lives a living hell? Who’d made other Raven’s lives a living hell for longer? For, collectively, more years than he’d been alive?
Next had been Kevin’s consequent breakdown. They joked about Kevin getting alcohol poisoning constantly but it had actually happened and of course Andrew had been the one to find him. He’d been the one to take Kevin to the hospital, tell Neil who on command told everyone else, and the one to drag Kevin back to Fox Tower by the hair to let Wymack verbally flay him alive. And when Andrew had found Coach to be too sympathetic he’d interrupted and delivered his own stripping words that could be summarized as “Get your head out of your ass,” “you will be taking drinking lessons from Renee,” and the ever pleasant, “you have appointments with Betsy booked until you graduate.” By the end of it Kevin looked even worse, but some small spark of life in his eye said some part of him recognized this as Andrew caring.
Thing began to get messy from there, moving over Kevin’s slippery slope to sobriety, the consequential decrease of over all alcohol consumed, and the subsequent replacement of drinking with other activities. Many things were suggested, most of them shot down by Andrew or Aaron, but the surviving options were (somehow) movie night, non-alcoholic game night, and bowling. Andrew had tried to shoot those down too but Neil had simply said in ever-improving Russian, “We need to do something, we can’t tell him not to drink to save his life and then bore him to death anyway.” Amazingly that had made Andrew let those options stand.
Watching the Foxes go from throwing a small ball with a raquet to rolling a large ball with their hands is, needless to say, entertaining. He observes them now, of blacklight night, Matt’s teeth glowing faintly in a grin as he pulls ahead on points. Kevin hasn’t gotten over sulking and rolling the ball between his ankles yet, but with Renee cheerful by his side he can’t sneak anywhere to get alcohol. It just makes him sulkier.
“Damn Neil, all that time on the road and you’re telling me you never once stopped at a bowling alley?” Nicky says, shaking his head and walking up to the front of their lane in his rented shoes. Neil rolls his eyes and shakes his head, leaning farther into Andrew. Andrew’s arm stays loose and heavy over his shoulders.
“I don’t know why any of you are surprised by anything I say anymore,” he grumbles loudly enough for Nicky and the Foxes to hear him.
“You know how it was,” he says to them with a shrug. Nicky hoots as he almost gets a strike and comes over to sit as Dan stands to take her turn.
“I mean I guess,” Nicky pries, “but even though I know it wasn’t all action movie-esque I still picture it that way.” He snorts.
“Of course the heroes always kill villains along the way in action movies so I guess that isn’t a very good way to think of it either.”
Andrew goes even stiller than normal when he feels Neil tense, and looks at him when he feels Neil purposefully roll his shoulders to calm himself. Kevin, on Andrew’s other side, feels he cushion shift with Andrew and looks at him, then Neil. Kevin doesn’t say anything but Allison’s attention is caught.
“Don’t tell me you actually ki-” She starts in a harsh whisper and Dan, walking back over, swats her.
“Allison,” she hisses and Matt gets up to take his turn but is obviously still listening. Neil shifts uncomfortably.
“We are not talking about this here,” Aaron suddenly snaps with a pointed look around, to the family on their right and the birthday party full of young children on their left. Everyone’s mouths snap shut but their eyes blaze with curiosity for the rest of the night.
They don’t register who won and Neil hasn’t felt this cornered in a long time as they filter into Fox Tower. He’s stopped by a hand on his arm and jumps away from Allison and right into Andrew’s chest.
“Back off,” he snarls over Neil’s shoulder and Allison scowls.
“Fuck off monster,” she snaps at him and Neil glares at her, stepping away from Andrew and scowling.
“Don’t call him that,” he snaps and hands come between them, Dan pushing him and Allison apart.
“This is not the way to talk to each other,” she says with authority and both Neil and Allison pull farther from each other.
“Good,” Dan says and turns her head to address Allison, but Neil beats her to it.
“What do you want?” He says snappishly, tiredly, and Allison grinds her teeth.
“You said you killed someone-” she starts but Nicky steps in, “he never said anything-”
“It was insinuated through body language,” Allison snaps and looks at Neil. Neil stares her down.
“So what?” Neil asks, “is that what it’s going to take for you to take back what you all said after Baltimore? For me to not be a Fox anymore? Because it’s true,” he says icily and the word ‘true’ falls to the floor with a crash like a lead weight.
“We were on the road for years. More than once we were cornered, or came back to hotel rooms or wherever we were sleeping to find my father’s men, and I didn’t have a choice dammit,” he snarls, reaching up to tug at his hair.
“She made sure I could protect myself, and sometimes I had to, and sometimes people died but-” he says and he doesn’t realize he’s breathing too fast until there’s a hand on the back of his neck bending him over and squeezing.
“Breathe,” Andrew snap at him and he gulps in air as Andrew pulls him standing straight again.
“Neil we’re not going to abandon you for doing what you had to do,” Matt says firmly. Renee and Dan nod.
“We didn’t mean to push,” Nicky says, even though it was Allison who did the pushing. Because of this Neil looks at her and her eyes are unreadable.
“I’m not going to apologize,” she says, and of course she isn’t, “but I will say this doesn’t change anything. You are a Fox.” Neil nods slowly and the hand on his neck tugs him back to follow Andrew as he leaves and they retreat to the roof.
“You’re going to tell me what went on those years,” Andrew comments. He’s not saying now, he’s not demanding, it’s a statement it’s a certainty. Neil knows he’ll tell him-
“Eventually,” Neil admits and almost as a reward Andrew hands him a lit cigarette.
A/N: there will be more one shots in this universe <3
@baebae-goodnight enjoy darling.
I wake to the sound of my alarm sounding at a deafening volume early Friday morning. The sun’s rising with me as I stretch my arms above my head, bargaining with every imaginable higher power known to man for just five more minutes of beautiful sleep. And then I’m met with another sound from my phone. I quickly roll to my side and unlock it.
Jooheon - Aug 11 07:28 AM: Any exciting plans for the weekend?
Requested by @snail-the-turtle : Can you please make one where Sherlock gets home to find you in 221B wrapped up in his trench coat because you’re scared of the thunder and lighting and the power had gone out & anon: Sherlock x reader. The reader falls sleep waiting for Sherlock to come home from a case. She thought he forgot her birthday. But he didn’t one out
Pairing: Sherlock x reader.
Word count: 1.870
Warnings: I kind of stereotyped half of England, sorry about that. Also, self-conscious Sherlock.
A/N: I’m feeling fluffy this weekend. Also, this is special to certain someone who’s birthday was this week (you know who you are).
London was usually a bad weather place; in fact, England was a bad weather place. When the sun came out, everyone went out too. One could see people sunbathing all over the place, whether it was on their own property or at the public park, but it was almost a law to go out when the sun wasn’t covered with clouds.
The weather was also a common topic of British conversations; in fact, everyone spoke about the weather as it was the most interesting subject on the planet, therefore Sherlock found out about the storm coming way before it happened.
Sherlock was at Lestrade’s office, fixing some files for the inspector to deliver as a solved case and explaining to him what and how to say it. The Inspector was paying his full attention to everything Sherlock said, but couldn’t stand the temptation of mentioning how grey the sky looked from the window in his office.
“It will be a thunderstorm,” Donovan added as she stormed inside the office. “The freak should go now before the power goes off and there are no cabbies left.”
Sherlock ignored her, as usual, but Lestrade agreed. “Besides, isn’t it (Y/N)’s birthday?” The inspector added.
Summary: A new phase of your life begins as you move to an apartment in New York with an unknown roommate.
Word Count: 2,568
Warnings: None, maybe one ot two curse words?
Author’s notes: Wow, I’ve been with so many things in the works between college, collabs and personal matters that I didn’t even see time fly. This is the first thing I’ve written by myself in probably months, so I apologize in advance if I’m a little rusty. This is pure fluff and an adaptation of a story I wrote for my crative writing class, so… I hope you guys like it!
“Sorry, I didn’t-” your hands touched and the blush on your face became even more evident.
“No, it’s okay. Take it.” Lin’s smile was genuine, and you took the knife without saying a word. The both of you ate in silence, the cutlery against the ceramic plates being the only sound in the small kitchen and neither knowing how the dynamic between you worked.
Well, it was the first time you were sharing an apartment with a stranger, afterall.
You blamed the big city, the fear of conquering the concrete jungle without anyone to go to if needed. Online adverts about sharing an apartment in New York City brought you and Lin-Manuel together, both not knowing what each other looked like until only a few hours earlier, your moving trucks competing for a parking spot in front of the old building.
The two bedrooms were smaller than they looked like in the advert, which was already pretty small. When seeing the amount of boxes you unloaded, Lin gave up the bigger bedroom in exchange for you letting him place his piano in the cramped living room: you were unsure of how many nights you wouldn’t be able to sleep because of the instrument, but your initial bet was ‘many’.
As the Spring Day teaser was released today I thought I’d
create a study for you guys putting forward my observations as a Creative Writing
and literature graduate, please enjoy… *puts smart hat on*
A plotless work by Ursula K. Le Guin based solely on
description and allowing the reader his own interpretation of morality and philosophy.
The only chronological event in the piece is the first day of summer in a
euphoric utopian city named Omelas, an extended metaphor for youth, with a
vibrant festival atmosphere which we see in the teaser within the Omelas motel
in bright rich colours as they all live communally just like the people within
The reader is intended to remain unsure about the reasoning
behind this ambiguous world which is left completely up to interpretation,
confirmed by the writer in their own words: “Omelas sounds in my words like a
city in a fairytale, long ago and far away. Perhaps it would be best if you
imagined as your own fancy bids.”
The central point which makes the story real is its single
atrocity, the suffering of one child in filth, darkness, and perpetual misery.
Once old enough to know the weight of this suffering, a
group of young and old individuals walk away silently seen in one of the scenes
as each member walks together into a new environment, evident due to the
drained hue of the cinematography as it becomes more wintery, seen too in the opening shot in which the members have frosty blue tinged lips juxtaposing the background of bright childhood sights like the merry go round reading “you never walk alone” as well as the beach which show a stylized divide between them and their surroundings.
Jimin’s scenes are most notable with the most enduring being his connection to the sea, a theme which sets forth a contradictory metaphor as old as classical literature itself, of the ocean as a serene, beautiful yet dangerous and hostile environment. This idea is supported by Jimin holding another persons shoes in his hands, typically the first thing to wash up after a death by drowning at sea.
It is arguable that Jimin later walking alone in an apparent wilderness is symbolic of the book endings
ambiguity and potential as a blank canvas on which the personal meaning from
the readers imagination can be applied. Once again the writer confirms this: “The
place they go is even less imaginable to us than the city of happiness. It is
possible it does not exist.”
This could hint that the characters have
no further plot line, they are without a continuing story arc, supported by the
imagery within the teaser of each member repeating his own theme as oppose to
The notion of the scapegoat is central to the understanding
of the text, the writer being heavily influenced by psychomyths alluded to by
Dostoyevsky and William James. In a nutshell that no matter the happiness we
felt in a society that hinged on the suffering of one, our happiness would be
so monstrous to us that we would be forced to leave it by our own conscience.
About 7 friends on a road trip staying at a motel,
encountering a seemingly helpful group and being trapped, waking up to a
gruesome and bloody terror they must work together to escape and survive.
There is a huge possibility that the other group is a mirror
image of the 7 friends whose own actions put them in danger, causing them to
have to work together to overcome the consequences, it can also be used to
explain some of the dark and bloody themes seen in Wings, Epilogue and I Need U
A supernatural fantasy written by Alan Garner set in modern
Wales and based on a mythical Welsh woman named Blodeuwedd who was created by
flowers for a man cursed to take no human wife. She betrays the husband for
another man and is turned into an owl as punishment, a future theme eerily
hinted at in the sign at the bus shelter (which oddly has no exit roads) at the
destination aptly named ‘Affair’.
In Garners tale 3 teenagers find themselves re-enacting this
story, whose bird imagery relates directly to Taehyung’s portrayal in Wings and
the mythology and classical themes set forth in the previous era.
It is imperative we ask ourselves the forbidden question,
what if none of this is real? What if what we are seeing is just a narrative
device created to obscure the real story? What facts would this leave us with?
The central fact is the reflected suffering of a young person –
escaping into his books and movies to distract himself from the truth, a truth so all-encompassing that it bleeds through into every single thing he reads and watches. An
individual who was well versed in classicism and philosophy, of high intelligence
to keep noticing these themes and applying parts of his own life to generate meaning.
The ‘hyung’ Tae calls
for yet never gets through to after the fact, doomed to repeat and suffer that
which he cannot change, the events of his youth refracted in what he reads, so
many variations of books and films all mixed together and all in English, overlapping and still somehow
alien from each other, yet in each he sees his friends as well as himself as
the protagonists, that child would be the central theme, the scapegoat, the
utopia, the one individual which knits it all together.
The view of this one
man would perceive all the events, know the suffering of each character as only
an omniscient narrator would, how else would he know both the suffering and the
joy simultaneously unless the characters were all a part of him, each one a
strength and a weakness.
With this view, only the events during I Need U could have
been real, the rest simply memories, reflections and glimpses into his
imagination as he goes about his life, revisiting a now distant, traumatic yet halcyon
Who do you think he is? I hope you enjoyed my mini case
study of the new teaser! If you would like any more theories I
welcome asks! 💖
Epic Movie (Re)Watch #186 - The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement
Have I seen it before: Yes
Did I like it then: I think so.
Do I remember it: Better than I did the 1st one, which isn’t saying much.
Did I see it in theaters: No
I nominated the recap for the first Princess Diaries to @princessofsunnydale because she nominated it for my (Re)Watch so I thought I’d do the same for this post. Thanks!
1) I think it was a wildly smart decision to move the setting of this film from San Francisco to Mia’s often spoke of but rarely seen dominion of Genovia. It’s an organic next step to her story. We saw her learn how to be a princess in San Fran, now we see how she actually adapts to her home country (which is a lively character in its own right). The decision to jump ahead five years ahead instead of three (the number of years between releases) I think also is nice. Mia is more comfortable in the agency she gained in the first film, the relationship with her beau Michael is not hanging over her head, it just allows the film to not be dogged down by some plot points from the first film.
2) Sir Fat Louie? Did they knight him? Can you knight a cat?
3) I didn’t remember this line before I put in the movie but I do now.
4) Shonda Rhimes co-authored the story AND wrote the screenplay? Huh.
(I don’t actually watch any Shonda Rhimes shows, now that I think about it.)
5) Chris Pine as Nicholas.
There is a strong initial chemistry Pine has with lead actress Hathaway, allowing the audience to grow invested in their relationship quickly. Even/especially when they’re not getting long, you can just fell the sexual chemistry in the air between them. It’s fun, making the film stronger because of it.
Chris Pine on his own is as charismatic and interesting as ever. In lesser hands the character of Nicholas could be an even bigger jerk and while there are antagonistic qualities to him the audience UNDERSTANDS his motivations. He is trying to honor what he believes his dead father wanted, he believes he’s trying to do what’s best for Genovia. And when he sees he was mistaken, he tries to step aside. There’s a nice honesty to Pine’s performance. He doesn’t play Nicholas as an over the top mustache twirling villain. All in all, Pine does a fine job in this film and helps support it.
6) Except for one black guy, Genovia’s parliament is made up of all white guys saying they don’t want a woman to rule unless she has a man by her side.
I think Queen Clarisse has the perfect response to that.
The law is severely sexist and antiquated. One of the members of parliament claims it should be respected because it is 300 years old. Saying a law is that old is not an effective argument for it as much as it is AGAINST it. 300 years ago in 2004 that’s 1704. That’s slavery, that’s a fundamental lack of women’s rights across most countries. Don’t use the fact a law is old to argue for it. Laws should evolve as the world does.
7) John Rhys Davies is a wonderful character actor who plays Nicholas’ uncle as a holier than thou elitist arrogant jerk. I love to hate him in this, but I might need to watch Lord of the Rings or Raiders of the Lost Ark next to balance out my feelings.
8) Hey guys. Remember that time Catwoman stomped on Captain Kirk’s foot in front of Gimli and Mary Poppins?
I’m sure someone has made this joke before, but still.
9) The last film was largely about Clarisse putting her duty as queen aside to be Mia’s grandmother, a relationship which is as strong in this film as ever.
Clarisse [after Mia stomped on Nicholas’ foot]: “As a grandma I say right on.”
10) Like the first film, this movie’s biggest flaw is definitely pacing. Many scenes serve no purpose for the larger plot and instead distract from the main conflict. But - like with the first film - these scenes are also some of the most memorable. So…I’m not sure what to say then. I’m just going to move on.
11) I dig this.
Matarazzo is a continued treat in this film as she was in the first, stealing a number of scenes and infusing some quality humor into the plot. The way she mixes with Genovian life and culture can lead to some nice fish out of water observations, and Matarazzo plays the role with as much commitment and heart as she did in the first film. God bless Lily.
12) The bachelor selection scene is - by far - one of my favorite moments in the film. It is directly related to the plot and has an incredible amount of humor to it. Also, it’s not nearly as long as I remember.
For those of you who didn’t watch the clip above (or even if you did), here is my favorite moment from the scene.
I mean it’s small, but I appreciate that both this film and its predecessor acknowledge the LGBTQIA+ community more than other Disney films did at the time.
13) Callum Blueas Andrew Jacoby.
Much like Michael from the first film, Andrew is able to be a good guy while avoiding the trope of Nice Guy™. There is a respect he has for Mia, an understanding and a fondness. They clearly have a connection and appreciate each other’s company, but it is clear that neither of them love each other. And Andrew does not force this on Mia. He’s pretty much at her service, ready to respect her wishes without being a total pushover. He’s a good guy, someone who could have easily been a jerk or a bully but the fact Mia could plausibly end up with him just ups the stakes.
14) The fan scene is a nice moment of chemistry between Hathaway and Andrews, which (much like in the preceding film) is one of the strongest elements of this movie.
this film one of those moments is when she is reduced to tears because John Rhys Davies spooked her horse and revealed that - SHOCKER - women actually prefer to not ride side saddle. I suppose it’s better that she’s too hard on herself than not hard enough though, as she will be queen.
16) Damn, Joe is a badass.
Mabrey: “Sir, you will find that the word ‘fear’ is not in my vocabulary.”
Joe: “Perhaps. But it’s in your eyes.”
17) Hey look! The foot pop!
18) Okay, Nicholas is being creepy with Mia at the fountain. Yes, they kiss. But then she says no to him. Multiple times, too. Yet he keeps groping at her and chasing her around the fountain until they both fall in. And MIA’S in trouble?
19) The parade.
By far the strongest moment in the film. It shows off not only the agency Mia gained in the first film (she has the confidence to stop a parade), but also her incredible heart. She shows off such kindness and care for the people of Genovia, accepts her role as a leader, and is able to create a positive change through the sheer depth of her heart. Also, little Abigail Breslin is very cute.
20) Holy crap, Paul Williams is in this movie.
What is this movie?
21) The bridal slumber party is another scene which doesn’t really add to the plot and it goes a little long. BUT - again - it is wildly memorable. Especially seeing Julie Andrews surf on a mattress after giving a wink to her most iconic character.
22) Julie Andrews’ song.
Julie Andrews underwent surgery in 1997 to treat what she referred to as a muscular striation on her vocal cords. She emerged from the surgery with permanent damage that hurt her singing voice and gave a rasp to her speaking voice (for which she sued the hospital for malpractice two years later). Julie Andrews basically lost her singing voice. Her song “Your Crowning Glory” was the first time she sang on screen since the surgery. Although it was set in a limited range to accommodate her voice, she was reported to have nailed it on the first take and brought tears to the eyes of crew members on set. Raven Symoné - who duets with Andrews on the song - was so moved when she told she’d be singing with the legend that she too was reportedly brought to tears. If for no other reason, I am grateful this movie exists for all of that.
23) Nicholas is very ready to step aside and let Mia rule.
Nicholas [after his uncle notes all their work would be for nothing]: “It wouldn’t be nothing. Genovia would in good hands.”
I love that. I love that he’s true to his beliefs about doing what’s right for Genovia, NOT himself.
24) So there’s a slight bit of foreshadowing here.
Nicholas [at Mia’s window]: “Rapunzel, Rapunzel…”
Chris Pine would later go on to play Cinderella’s Prince in the 2014 film adaptation of Into the Woods, which also featured the characters of Rapunzel and her prince.
25) I’m surprised Paolo’s back. I mean, Larry Miller is great. But didn’t he totally betray the trust of the royal family in the first film? And also, why is he suddenly kinda bad at styling Mia?
26) Bless whoever made this
(I just found this on google. If this is your’s and you want credit let me know and I’ll be happy to give it.)
27) Um, guys…
What the heck is Stan Lee doing in The Princess Diaries 2? Is Mia going to join The Avengers? Is Genovia a part of the Marvel Cinematic Universe? What is happening!?
All humor aside, as I understand it Stan Lee will cameo in any movie asked as long as he gets his standard fee. I think he wants to have the record for most cameos ever.
28) I dig it, Andrew.
Andrew [after Mia calls off the wedding]: “Uh…thank you. Thank you for saving me from doing the proper thing for once in my life.”
29) Much like the first film, it is Mia who must take her own fate in her hands. She’s the one who argues against the marriage law, she’s the one who convinces the people and parliament to strike it down (although the Prime Minister is again incredibly supportive and I love that). It’s her taking charge of her life, which I think is absolutely great.
30) I 100% forgot that part of this film ended with Clarisse and Joe getting married. I am very okay with that.
31) OH MY GOD YES! PARLIAMENT IS MORE DIVERSE AT THE END! THERE ARE SO MANY WOMEN AND EVEN WOMEN OF COLOR AND IT’S JUST BEAUTIFUL AND DIVERSE AND I NEED MORE OF IT! THANK YOU!
Like the first film, The Princess Diaries 2 held up surprisingly better than I was expecting. Obviously it’s aimed at a younger audience than me but it was pretty enjoyable. Anne Hathaway is strong as ever, as is Julie Andrews, while Chris Pine is a welcome and fitting addition to the cast. The themes are nicely feminist as is the ending. Overall I just find it an enjoyable film worth the watch.
“Have you really never seen Pinocchio?”, Jon asks, looking up at him from his lap.
Damian doesn’t know how and when he managed to put his head there. It must’ve happened while he was busy arguing with Dick on why fourteen years old trained assassins should not be forced to watch Disney movies by their self appointed older brothers, or with Tim on who should be the one holding the popcorn bowl, or with Jason and his sideways jokes about becoming a real boy - which Damian didn’t really understood but offended him on a principle. (Movie nights always offers a wide variety of arguments).
“Have you really never seen a pillow?”, Damian mocks, looking down at him. “It doesn’t look like me, in case you were wondering.”
“Was not”, Jon answers with a smile.
Damian growls at him but doesn’t push him on the floor, and his lack of reaction earns him a curious glance from Tim, who’s currently sitting on the couch next to them, the bowl of popcorn in his hands and one of Kon’s long arm wrapped around his shoulders. Damian can feel the tips of his ears reddening under his brother’s stare, and he keeps his eyes fixed on the television screen while he waits for the teasing he knows is coming.
Surprisingly enough, Tim scrunches up the corners of his mouth in what could be described as a knowingly smile, but he doesn’t comment at all - which is kind of a first in Damian’s book, but he’s not going to question his fortune or Tim’s indisputable ulterior motives right now.
He settles back against the couch cushions and pretends to watch the animated nonsense along with Jon and their brothers, while in reality his attention keeps shifting on the solid weight of Jon’s head against his stomach and - a couple of minutes later, after Jon decides Damian’s definitely more comfortable than the couch itself - on the warm touch of Jon’s hands on his thighs.
Overall it’s not a displeasing feeling, and it’s not a totally improper contact either, but the unfamiliarity of the situation makes Damian too self-conscious about it.
Though, thinking about it, he shouldn’t be so surprised about Jon’s confidentiality. He learned long before tonight - and at his own expense - that Jon’s a very physical person with little to no regard altogether for such a basic concept as interpersonal distances.
A/N: dedicating this one to @spidereyhes because I absolutely love her writing, and she’s been looking forward to part two!
Warnings: cursing, mentions of death
you didn’t make it to broadway by the age of 19 by slacking off. it seemed like tom, on the other hand, had gotten everything you could’ve ever wanted without much work at all, and nothing pissed you off more. Broadway AU because I still think Tom should’ve been in Newsies at least once in his life.
“That’s not the line, Y/N. Seriously, we’ve been at this for hours and we’re still not done,” Tom whined, crossing his arms tightly over his toned chest as he slumped further into the sofa.
“Well if you would quit distracting me, I’d actually be able to focus on this! Don’t act like I can’t see those stupid, childish faces you keep making every time I open my mouth,” you complained.
The two of you had been trying to run lines before your evening show as a refresher, but you couldn’t focus at all with Tom sitting across from you, not doing much past delivering his lines in a bored, monotone voice while pulling faces like-
Like that! He was doing it again! That amazingly judgmental face characterized by the pulling together of his brows and a slight downturn of his lips, emphasized by the displeased huff that was just barely audible every time you missed another line.
“I wouldn’t be making this face if you could just get the damn line right! Seriously, Y/N. We do this show every day, you’d think you’d be better at this by now,” he groused through gritted teeth.
“Well I’d be getting the line right if you weren’t such a horrible scene partner!” you shot back. “If you just took this seriously for once, we’d actually be able to achieve something!”
Tom scoffed, rolling his eyes at your comment. “Not this again. Lighten up, Y/N. we’re performing a Broadway show, not a fucking surgery.”
His statement only served to infuriate you even more. “Are you really that stupid? These are our jobs, Thomas, which means that even though we’re here to have fun, we’re also here, by definition, to work. It’s our job to entertain audiences night after night no matter how we feel about it, and to put on the best damn show they’ve ever seen, because that’s what they come to see! We have the ability to change young lives every night, so don’t act like what we do doesn’t matter, because without shows like this, I’d probably be dead, and I could say the same for so many kids out there. And for most of us, the theater is literally all we have, so we’re not taking it for granted. Not all of us get to be spoiled, rich movie stars, so get over yourself and actually think about someone that’s not you for a change!”
By the end of your rant, your voice had escalated into a yell that ricocheted off of the walls of your dressing room as you stood panting and red-faced while Tom sat in stunned silence, mouth gaping.
“I am not a ‘spoiled, rich movie star’ or whatever it is you called me,” he finally responded defensively after a beat of silence.
“OH my God, do you have selective hearing or something? This happens literally every time I try to make a point! You hear whatever you want to hear and completely miss the point, and it’s honestly one of the most infuriating things-”
“I’m infuriating? You’re the one that hates me for no reason! You’ve been on my back about every little thing since I started, even when I’m doing nothing wrong! Get off of your high horse and stop acting like you’re so much better than me, because in reality? You’re just a stone-cold, stuck up bitch!” he exclaimed, face turning a color that closely resembled that of a tomato.
“Don’t call me a bitch, you… you asshole! Why does me being serious about my job make me a bad person? I hate you because you never fucking take anything seriously! You waltz around this theater like you own it, even though it took next to no effort on your part to even get here! Some of us- no, most of us have been working and training our entire lives just to get here, so you don’t get to act like you deserve all of this without putting in an ounce of your own work!”
“Oh, you think it’s been so easy for me? You know nothing about me, Y/N, so quit making baseless assumptions,” he chuckled darkly.
“I’m only stating observations, Holland. You treat everything like it’s a joke! You don’t see how many people’s lives depend on this show. I honestly don’t even know why everybody loves you so much, because one day, you’re gonna get too careless and somebody is gonna get hurt!”
“God, Y/N, goofing off in the middle of a show isn’t going to kill anybody, so quit bitching!” he argued, pointing a stiff finger in your direction.
Your eyes began to water as your mind consciously fought the intruding thoughts you’d tried so hard to ban from resurfacing so long ago. You got up from the sofa and stormed out, clenching your fists so tightly that your knuckles went white with the hope that the sting of your fingernails against the thin skin of your palm would keep the tears at bay.
“What the hell is wrong with you!” you heard Tom call, still seated in your room. You ignored him and made your way down the stairs, shielding your teary eyes from the curious glances of other cast and crew members.
One pair of eyes followed you down the stairs then snapped back in the direction of your room. Ben Fankhauser was tired of the two of you provoking each other. It happened almost daily, so everybody was used to the arguing and storming out and slamming of doors that joined the cacophony of yelling voices and loud vocalization that signified the chunk of time before the show designated for preparation and warm up. Until now, though, he’d never seen one of your arguments end in tears.
He climbed his way to the top of the stairs and poked his head into the small room where Tom was still sitting and stewing, glaring angry laser beams into his open script. He looked up when Ben entered the room, but returned his attention to the script’s curling edges, scowl deepening.
“What the hell just happened?” Ben asked, crossing his arms. “What did you say to make Y/N cry?”
“What is this, and interrogation?” he asked defensively still not making eye contact with his older friend who was still hovering through the door. “I didn’t say anything she didn’t need to hear.”
“What could she possibly need to hear that would make her so upset? You know her, Tom. She’s tough. She doesn’t break easily,” Ben continued to question from across the room.
Tom sighed, uncrossing his arms and letting them flop uselessly by his sides. “All I said was that she needed to lighten up and stop getting on my ass for goofing off in the middle of the show. It’s not like it would kill anybody,” he huffed, still not looking at Ben.
Ben made a distressed sound, suddenly understanding Y/N’s anguished look when she passed him in the hallway. “You don’t know how Y/N and I know each other, do you?” he asked Tom, moving through the room to take a seat next to him on the couch.
“No, I thought the two of you met here?” he frowned.
“No, Y/N and I go way back. We used to do community theater shows back home. When she first started, I was eleven and she was only six. Seriously the cutest little kid there. Anyway, she and her older brother always did shows together. When she was thirteen and he was sixteen, we did Peter Pan. I was eighteen, so I got to stage manage that show, so I can still remember it vividly. Her brother had gotten the lead, and one day during one of the tech rehearsals, we had him in the air so we could test the rigging. Some of the younger kids were playing around backstage and distracted one of the crew members, so he missed a cue and her brother fell from twenty feet up. He hit his head and went into a coma, and after two years of him not waking up, his parents took him off of life support. It was hardest on Y/N. Her brother was her best friend, and she always felt responsible for what happened. She was one of the older kids in the cast, so she always took it upon herself to watch the younger ones and make sure they didn’t get into too much trouble. That’s why she’s always keeping us focused, so we can’t get distracted and let another accident happen,” Ben explained slowly, taking breaks every so often to recollect his thoughts.
“Her brother was one of my best friends despite being two years younger than me. Everyone loved him, so it was particularly tragic for us to have lost such a shining light in our community. It may have happened six years ago, but it’s still a tender spot for Y/N, so we try our best to accommodate her when we can,” he continued.
“Does everyone know about this?” Tom asked incredulously, receiving a nod in response. “But… why didn’t anybody tell me? It seems like something important that I’d need to know before starting here.”
“We were trying to give her time to tell you herself, but when she decided that she didn’t like you, we knew there was no way that she was going to tell you on her own. It hadn’t really become a problem until now,” Ben shrugged, standing up and looking at Tom’s confused face that was tinged with poorly-masked guilt.
“Just apologize, dude. You didn’t know, so she won’t be that mad. A little emotional, sure, but not furious. But also give her some time to explain everything to you herself. She’s a good person, but she can hold a grudge like nobody’s business. No one should know that better than you, buddy,” he finished, clapping Tom on the back and leaving him to let him sit in his own tortured silence, mind running with ways to apologize to you before he ended up destroying your relationship completely.