Top ten memes inspired by Viktor "Extra" Nikiforov? :D
Because I feel that Viktor would be just as meme-worthy, could you do a top 10 Viktor inspired meme post? Haha, probably including the variations of his “why not both?” comment!
Top 10 Memes inspired by Viktor Nikiforov? (because surely Yuuri isn’t the only ultime walking meme source, Viktor is as extra as him, even more)
Top ten Viktor Nikiforov memes? He’s so extra and then there was the doping scandal and him yelling at the reporter and the kiss at the end and how he looks at Yuuri ;-;
Oh man now I want a “top 10 memes inspired by viktor nikiforov” post! I bet no. 1 is “fall in love with a guy who hates your guts and then pine after him for five years …”
You guys really wanted this one! Ok so…
Top Ten Viktor Nikiforov Memes:
10) ‘Nikiforov level pining’ is a commonly used phrase for
the maximum amount of pining/being hopelessly in love that anyone can possibly
9) In reference to the Yuuri Top Ten Memes, ‘creating your
own Katsuki’ is also applicable to Viktor and is used as a cautionary tale to
celebrities about why you should always be nice to your fans no matter what
8) Viktor ‘skating my feelings’ Nikiforov becomes a joke
after everyone watches back his programs over the years and sees what a
romantic dork he was. It becomes the figure skating equivalent of songwriters
writing entire albums about their breakups, skating entire programs about your
hopeless love life
7) In reference to the TMI Top Ten, Viktor saying ‘why pick
one?’ in response to a trashy reporter asking him who tops and who bottoms in
the relationship becomes a popular reaction gif along the lines of the one from
Road to El Dorado ‘both is good’ and the little taco girl ‘why don’t we have
6) ‘Don’t do a Nikiforov’ is a line used when someone is
involved in a rivalry/has someone who really hates them as a joke about not
falling in love with someone who you’re supposed to be trying to beat
5) Once a reporter talked about Viktor’s grey hair and
Viktor got really offended like ‘It’s s i
l v e r not grey’ and Yuuri was just like ‘it’s ok honey I love your grey
hair’ and so ‘it’s silver not grey’ and Yuuri being casually savage became a
running joke among Viktor’s fans
4) A screengrab of Viktor’s face when Yuuri did the quad
flip in YOI became a really popular reaction picture
3) A running joke that Viktor only married Yuuri to get more
medals for his trophy collection after he posted a picture on Instagram of
their combined trophy cabinet and it was ridiculously big
2) Whenever anyone mentions loving Yuuri the automatic
response from fans is ‘no-one will ever love Yuuri as much as Viktor’ or ‘but
viktor loves him more’ and variations thereupon as a joke reference to the fact that Viktor is pretty much the no.1 Yuuri
fan and won’t let anyone forget it
1) To match Yuuri’s CAH one, Viktor also has a card
dedicated to him in Cards Against Humanity. His one is a black card that reads ‘This
time, Viktor Nikiforov has spent five years pining after_______’. You can
imagine some of the combinations it makes when it’s being played in the game
Author’s note: So there’s a little bit of swearing in this because Shawn gets mad
Recap: It’s silent, and my cheeks heat in embarrassment from my outburst. He grips my chin softly, forcing me to meet his hazel eyes. He’s close enough that I could kiss him if I wanted to. I hold my breath waiting for his response.
Leaning close enough that our noses brush he whispers, “I’ll take my chances”, then he’s gone and I’m left standing there wondering what the heck just happened.
“Ever since the rebellion at your school you’ve been acting strange.” My sister, Steph, breaks the silence in the car. It was our ‘sister bonding time’ that our Mother makes us do every 3 or so weeks. Today we were driving to the mall, grabbing some lunch and doing a little window shopping.
I stare out the window, the harshness of the grey buildings broken up by the flash of evergreen scrubs.
“I’ve been a little distracted.” I tell her. I wasn’t ready to tell her yet that I had found my soulmate, and that he wasn’t keen on me.
“You know you can tell me. If something was bothering you, you can tell me.” She sounds so sincere and my gaze flicks to her. Even though she says this I feel like sometimes she just wouldn’t understand. We were polar opposites personality and look wise- except for the eyes. We both had the same wide blue eyes with a rim of gold surrounding the pupil.
Steph’s ginger hair was in ringlets today, her blue eyes framed with long lashes. She was a mix of both my parents while I looked remarkably similar to our Dad. When I was younger I thought that she took all the beauty from our parents genes and I was stuck with the brains.
“I just… I don’t want to talk about it right now because I feel like if I do, its just going to make it seem more real.” I flip the air con on, a stream of chilled air hitting my rosy cheeks. “And that’s what I’m trying to avoid. I don’t want it to be real.”
She hums, taking a left onto Marion Street. “It sounds like you need a break from everything.”
“I do. I really, really do.” I laugh, tucking the strands of hair that fell in my face behind my ear.
“Jace invited me to go to the club with him tonight. I think you should come.” Jace was Steph’s soulmate. They had met when they were both 14 and had immediately formed a close relationship. Steph was now 20 and their 6 year bond was another reason why I believed so strongly in the soulmate system.
“Are you sure he wouldn’t mind me tagging along?” I ask hesitantly, fiddling with my seat belt.
“Of course not! Jace will understand that you need a serious pick-me-up from what ever quarter life crisis you’re going through.”
I laugh, Steph’s giggles accompanying my own.
“One more thing before I agree to this.” I pause, meeting Steph’s blue iris’s and it looks like I’m looking at a replica of my own.
“What is it, little sis?” She says cheekily, slowing the car to a stop as red shines from the traffic lights.
“You have to ask Mum if I can go tonight. I don’t want to face her wrath if she says no.”
I had no clue what to wear. What if I wore the long sleeved dress and overheated? The maroon dress looked great on me but I had no shoes that went with it. Deciding to go with my gut, I wear the black sleeved dress, slipping some slightly heeled flats on as I go.
“Y/n, hurry up.” Steph calls, walking as fast as her heels could carry her, rushing to open the door where Jace had been ringing the doorbell for the past 5 minutes.
“I’m hurrying.” I snap at her, pressing a quick kiss to my mother’s cheek as I pass her, Dad was still at work.
“Have a fun time girls!” Mum shouts before we shut the door and I wave at her before closing and locking it.
“Thanks for not making me wait at all.” I hear Jace mumble to Steph, her girlish giggle making me want to run back inside and under my bed covers. I did not plan on being a third wheel tonight.
“Thanks for letting me join you guys.” I say to Jace, cutting off what ever conversation they were delving into.
“No problem Y/n.” Jace grins at me, and I could see why Steph was so obsessed with him. Tall with blonde curly locks, he was a stunner, and when he smiled, his whole face lit up. Together, they looked like they should be on the front page of every fashion magazine.
I get in the back seat, tuning out Steph and Jace’s loved up conversation and the car begins to move, the city becoming a blur.
We were let into the downtown club with no dramas. When Jace told me we were going to the South Side Club, I was surprised. It had a reputation for good liquor, loud bass and housing members of the libertas.
I didn’t say anything, didn’t mention that my soulmate was apart of the alleged rebellion that wanted to destroy everything I believed in. Maybe it was a good thing that my match didn’t want me. We were from two different worlds and a relationship between us would surely never work.
That thought alone fed the multiple drinks I sculled back. I didn’t count how many I had. All I knew was that the more I had, the less I thought of him.
The more alcohol I consumed, the more I began to let loose. I was at the bar, on the dance floor, talking to the group of guys who looked like they had never seen a bar before- probably why they let me talk to them even after I had spilt my drink on one of them.
Someone was pulling me away from the granite counter top of the bar. I had sat down, starting up a conversation with the bartender who chuckled at my every second sentence.
I groan, the flashing lights catching my eyes and I wince.
“Come on Y/n, Jace and I are taking you home.” Steph’s comforting words fill my ears.
I walk beside her lazily. “I’m cool with that.” I murmur, resting my weight on her.
“How much did you drink? You smell like half the bar.” She wrinkles her nose and laughs, the sound pathetic even to me. We’re outside the club now, the cold wind nipping at my ankles. Jace has pulled the car around and he’s holding the door open as I climb into the back seat.
“No spewing in my car Missy,” Jace scolds gently. “Wait until you get home.”
I grin at him sheepishly, sending him a thumbs up I rest back into the seat and I close my eyes. Someone shakes me awake awhile later and I startle, Steph frowning down at me.
“God, Y/n you look smashed.” She helps me back out the car as its pulled up out front our house, slightly onto the front lawn.
“I don’t feel smashed.” I giggle at her, clutching onto her arm.
“I’m going to Jace’s house so once I’ve let you in the front door I want you to go straight to your room, do you think you can manage that or do you want my help?” She sounds so strict and I salute her, nodding my head.
“I can do it boss.” I grin and she helps me up the front steps onto the small decking. Unlocking the door she holds it open for me and I lean on the wall, tailing my way into the dark house.
“Are you sure you will be okay?” Steph asks, worry in her tone.
“I’ll be okay Steph, Mum’s here and if I really need help I will go ask her.” I tell her, feeling a hint of sobriety.
She looks at me skeptically and I shoo her, closing the door. I wait until I hear the car drive off before making my way to my room at the end of the hallway.
I grip the handle of the door, finding the small trip to the bedroom easier than I expected. When the door swings open, my lamps already on and the light stings my eyes.
“What the-” I don’t finish what I was saying, the sight of my soulmate sitting on my bed causes all my words to disappear.
“Where the fuck where you?” He hisses at me, his eyes dark slits. Standing up, my Match marches over to me, the scent of his cologne wafting around me.
I hiccup, brushing past him leisurely. “Out.”
“It’s two O’clock in the fucking morning, I got here at 10 and I’ve been waiting 4 hours for you, wondering if something bad has happened to you, and all you can tell me is that you’ve been out?” He’s furious. Every word is coated with venom yet my mind finds no reason to take him seriously.
“I don’t care if you’ve been waiting. Why are you even here?” I groan, tugging off my shoes and placing them into my closet on the shoe stand.
“I was here to fucking talk about all that gooey shit you spilled out yesterday about soulmates.” He seethes, shutting the closet after me as I left it open.
“Well I was busy, get over it.” I start to unzip the back of my dress when his hand stops my movement.
“What are you doing?” He breathes, and I shrug his hands off, my dress slipping slightly down my body.
“Changing into my pajamas, what does it look like?” I glare at him, forgetting that I was about to be nearly naked in front of my soulmate. I unzip it the rest of the way, my dress falling to the floor and I step out of it.
I open a dresser draw, my back to my match, and I take of my bra, chucking the large shirt over my head which falls halfway down my thighs. When I turn back to face him, he’s frozen, his eyes never leaving my figure.
He coughs, clearing his throat.
“How much have you had to drink?”
“Eh, a few.” I lie, tying my hair up in a bun.
He sighs, walking closer to me, stopping to see if I move away. I don’t.
“Where did you go tonight Y/n?” He asks me, a lot calmer then before.
“I don’t believe that’s any of your business Match.” I’ve riled him back up.
“Stop calling me that.” He demands me, his hands clenching.
“It’s not like I have anything else to call you.” I retort, closing the distance between us until I’m inches from him.
“What about calling me by my name?” He growls at me, his eyes black and the light illuminating the side of his face.
“I don’t know your name you dweeb.” I push his chest angrily, he doesn’t move an inch.
“How do you not know my name? I’m your fucking match.” His arms splay and I glare heatedly at him.
“I don’t know it because someone decided to skip the 20 questions stage of our relationship.”
“We’re not in a relationship!”
“If you don’t tell me your name then I’m not telling you where I was tonight, or who I was with.” My intoxicated mind speaks for me, providing me with words that will fuel the fight.
“What do you mean who you were with?” If its even possible, his anger heightens.
“Sorry Match, but I can’t answer that.” I say smugly, crossing my arms.
“My names Shawn, now talk.” He spits at me, I was thankful my parents weren’t on the same floor as me or they surely would have heard us by now.
“Full name?” I question slyly and he takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before continuing.
“Good boy.” I praise him and he scowls at me.
“I was with my sister and her boyfriend at the South Side Club. I drank and danced and then they took me back home.” I explain to him.
“Of course you went there.” He says more to himself then to me. He turns away from me, rubbing his jaw lightly. “Did you see anyone wearing this jacket there?”
He points to the same jacket he was wearing the day I met him, the white Libertas phrasedim in this lighting.
“I can’t remember, I was too busy getting smashed.” I say dryly, and he rolls his eyes.
“I can tell, you smell like you had a bath in alcohol.”
I stare at him, watching as he picks up some trinkets off my bookcase, examining them, and then putting them back. It was weird to see my soulmate in my own room, where I spent my life. It was even stranger how easily he fitted into it.
“What are you doing here Shawn?” His name runs smoothly off my tongue and his shoulders tense as I say it.
“That’s not important right now. You’re drunk and you probably won’t even remember this tomorrow.” He says tonelessly, crossing the room to pull the bed sheets away for me to hop into bed.
“Will you tell me tomorrow then?” I whisper, abiding and slipping under the covers.
“Maybe, you may not want to see me tomorrow.” He sounds tired and I finally notice the dark circles under his eyes. He moves the quilt so its covering me again and I snuggle into them further, letting him tuck me in.
“I’ll always want to see you, you’re my match.” I yawn, feeling my eyes flutter shut.
“I don’t want you to want me just because I’m your match.” He tells me quietly, flicking my light off and zipping his jacket up.
“Right, because you don’t want a soulmate.” I reply, feeling immensely tired after the night I had.
I’m not sure whether I had already started dreaming but I swear I heard Shawn say one last thing before he left.
“I want you to want me because I’m me not because you were told to.”
Plot: What if you could win 100,000 Won by giving someone a makeover? But here’s the catch – you have 6 months to turn a nerdy, anti-social male into the school’s biggest heartthrob.
Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader
Genre: Angst, Highschool au!
Notes: HEHEHEHEHEHE. I hope you like it~ SO MY MOM CACNLED THE INTERNET PEOPLE COMPANY THING LMOA. SHE SAID, AND I QUOTE, “I’M TIRED OF THEIR SHIT” and rage canceled. So No internet until we have another company lmoa. GIF CRED GOES TO THE ACTUAL OWNERS. 4K Words
you and Namjoon usually rested under had lost all its leaves, signaling the
arrival of winter. Mid-term exams were also fast approaching, which put the
entire high school under a lot of stress. That was why the cafeteria was so
quiet – people were studying ahead, even though the teachers hadn’t even
finished the last topic for the term.
A/N: In which Betty and Jughead live in the same building
and meet on the elevator. And well… let just say they hit it off :)
“Hold the elevator!” Betty shouted, breathless as
she rushed through the lobby of her new apartment building. Her once perky
ponytail was hanging a little lower on her head and god did her feet hurt.
Betty wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to navigating New York City. She’d gotten
off the subway one stop too early and ended up walking ten blocks home to her
apartment in high heels.
Just as the elevator
doors were about to close a hand shot out and pushed the doors open again. Betty
pushed her purse back up on her shoulder and slipped through the doors leaning
against the far wall.
“Rough night, Betty?” The boy sharing the elevator
with her was mirroring her position, leaning against the opposite wall, his
leather clad arms crossed over his chest.
“I’m sorry, have we met?”
The boy tapped a finger to his chest, just over his heart,
then pointed to her. “You’re wearing a nametag.”
Betty glanced down at her outfit. Of course, she’d forgotten
all about the nametag. In fact, Betty was trying to forget about the whole
“I’m Jughead, by the way.” The dark haired boy
said after a short moment. “It’s only fair you know my name too.”
Betty reached up and tightened her ponytail, then reached a
hand across the small space between them. “Nice to meet you, I
Jughead’s large, slightly calloused hand enveloped Betty’s
small soft one.
Suddenly, the elevator stopped moving, making Betty slip a
little. Jughead caught her elbow, holding her steady.
When she was back on her feet,
Jughead knelt down in front of the panel of buttons. Door Open. No luck. He hit
the call button, and after waiting for over a minute, there was no answer. “Damn
management. Probably spooning his whiskey bottle in the storage closet
again.” Jughead pulled his beanie off his head, running his hand through
“What do we do then?” The blonde girl asked, she
was digging through her purse and pulled out a cell phone. “Dammit, it’s
Jughead shook his head. “Wait? I guess?” He put
his hat back on, suddenly self conscious with this beautiful girl watching him.
“I’ll keep trying the call button, but I don’t think we’ll have any luck.
I think we should just listen in case someone passes by.” Jughead slid to
the floor, while Betty remained standing, hands clenched at her side. Jughead
couldn’t help but watch her.
On her wrist he saw
an orange paper band, the kind that you would get at a music festival or carnival.
Given how crisp and pristine this particular band was, she must’ve gotten it
recently. That only told Jughead one thing, not that he had a lot of experience
in that area.
“So, speed dating, huh?”
Betty pulled her hands back, hiding them both behind her
back. How did he know? “What would make you say that?” Betty was
embarrassed to say the least. A guy like him was nothing like her; cool,
confident… sexy. His black leather jacket directly opposed her soft pink
cardigan. Combat boots and ballet slippers;
the black haired boy and the blonde haired girl sharing the elevator
would clearly have nothing in common. He probably has girls fawning over him at
every bar he goes to, while Betty has stooped so low as to try speed dating.
Jughead waved a hand nonchalantly. “I had a friend once
who would go speed dating to pick up girls, he thought it was easier to keep up
a large ‘Chick List’ as he called it. All of the girls he met were looking for
someone and he said that he would be that someone.”
When Betty didn’t respond, Jughead got a little nervous.
Surely she didn’t care about his friend’s seduction techniques. Quick, he had
to salvage the conversation. “Anyway, what does orange mean?”
Betty slid to the floor next to him. There was no point now; she couldn’t salvage
her dignity at this point. “It’s uh- woman seeking man.” She paused,
when he remained silent she continued. “You’d be surprised at how many
women seeking women tried to hit on me though.”
“I take it the night didn’t go as planned?”
“Is it that obvious?” Betty let out a slight
giggle. “Wow, I must be pretty pathetic.”
“Just a guess. I mean, you’re coming home alone
Betty scowled. “You know, not every girl goes home with
just anyone. I’m not that
Back pedal, back
pedal. “Oh, no no no. That’s not what I meant. I just thought, you
know, a guy would be crazy to not want to go home with you, or at least buy you
a drink after…” He glanced at his watch. “…nine-thirty.”
“Well, thanks I guess.”
“Also,” The boy next to her paused, breath caught
in his throat. “For the record, if I’d been there I would have been trying
to talk to you all night. I bet you were the most beautiful girl there.”
Betty barked out a laugh. “I’m sure there were other
girls that were more your type.”
Jughead turned to face Betty. He smirked and raised an
eyebrow at the beautiful blonde sitting next to him.
“What?” Betty smiled. She couldn’t help it, this
boy was really tempting to her. She was new to the city, no friends, no
boyfriend, she was lonely. And this boy, Jughead, was nothing like any of the
guys she knew in high school. They were all jocks, who liked to drink beer in
the woods around Sweetwater River and have sex in the backseat of the car at
the drive in. She wasn’t sure what kind of guy Jughead was, but at this point
she didn’t know if she cared.
“What exactly do you think my type is?”
As if it wasn’t obvious what his type was. “Black nail
polish, pointy eyeliner, purple hair, miniskirt with fishnet tights and combat
boots. Am I getting anywhere here?”
“You’re all wrong.” He slid a little closer to her
so their shoulders touched. “My type is pastel sweaters, pink lip gloss,
and blonde ponytails.”
Jughead watched closely as Betty’s cheeks blushed pink, her
lips attempting to hide a smile. Jughead didn’t hold back his smile. He’d never
felt what the world called butterflies in the stomach, but he was feeling them
now. He was scared to say another word, that he might ruin the moment. He didn’t
dare move, because then her gorgeous green eyes might look away and he
desperately wanted to keep looking at her.
Betty opened her mouth as if to say something, but paused
when Jughead leaned closer, his breath warm against her face. They were only
inches apart now, Betty noticed, as Jughead’s hand brushed the soft fabric of
her cardigan. She reciprocated, allowing her thumb to brush over his other hand
and latch onto his leather jacket. Her eyes flicked to his lips, which were
parted just slightly, and she finally let the full smile shine through as they
both simultaneously pulled the other closer.
The kiss was rougher than Jughead expected, especially
considering he’d just met the girl, but he wasn’t complaining. After all, they
could be stuck in this elevator for a long time. Betty was now gripping his
jacket at the waist and Jughead slid his hands up her arms to rest at her
cheeks and swears he’s never felt anything so soft in his life.
Betty knew she shouldn’t do it, but her body was in control
now. She shifted onto her knees and climbed onto Jughead’s lap. She slipped her
hands under his jacket and tugged a little at the wife beater he wore
underneath. She didn’t want anything more, just a little skin, so she let her
hands wander under the fabric to rest just above his waistline. Jughead
flinched, making Betty pause. “Shit…” She pulled her hands away,
beginning to back away, but soon hands were latched behind her back.
The boy underneath her looked much less intimidating now.
His lips were wet, slightly shiny with the gloss from Betty’s lips. His jacket
had fallen slightly off his shoulders with the shirt underneath still hitched
up just slightly. One of his hands gripped the fabric at her lower back,
lifting it slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. Betty didn’t move, even as his
other hand tickled her back until he pressed it flat and pulled her closer
again. With his free hand, Jughead put a hand to her neck pulling her just
close enough that their lips brushed again. “Your hands are
freezing.” He whispered. “But I’ll allow you to put them back if
you’ll kiss me again.”
Betty didn’t wait for a second invitation and fully removed
his jacket and started on his shirt. When he was effectively naked from the
waist up, aside from his crown-inspired beanie, Jughead popped the one button
holding her cardigan together, and tugged at the blouse beneath, though he knew
he shouldn’t. Shit, they might have security cameras in here, though with a
quick glance around he didn’t see any. And anyway, Betty was already pulling
the shirt over her head.
Jughead blinked slowly, taking in the figure before him. He
decided then and there that he would do whatever she wanted, but maybe… just maybe,
they should wait for later. Then Betty combed her fingers through the hair at
the back of his neck and pulled his lips to her neck, and Jughead really really liked the way she tasted. So he
flipped her around, pushing her up again the wall of their perfect little
prison, and kissed her again. His lips wandered from time to time, making a
path of bites down her neck and to her collarbone where he nipped and sucked at
the soft skin of her breasts. And Betty moaned softly, sliding her fingers just
under the waistband of his jeans.
“I was thinking.” Jughead started, still pressing
kisses all over her available skin. “That we shouldn’t go any
farther…” Betty pouted, her fingers playing with the elastic of his
underwear, teasing. “Until we get out of here.”
“Come on, Jug.” She argued, and god did he like
the way she said ‘Jug.’ She flipped their position again, regaining her spot on
top of him. “Don’t you want me? I promise I’m not as boring as I
look.” She quirked an eyebrow at him, smiling.
“Trust me, you don’t even know…” Jughead’s voice
caught in his throat when Betty wiggled her hips, and groaned at how obvious
his erection was becoming. “You have no idea what I want to do to you
Betty smirked. “Then do it.” She said, catching
his lips between her teeth. He let himself be consumed by her again, not having
the energy to pull away. When she pulled his hands and led them to the clasp of
her bra he woke up, slowly easing his hands down.
“The things I want to do,” He growled, “Can’t
be done in an elevator.”
Betty smiled at him again and peeled herself away.
“That’s all I needed to hear.” She grabbed her blouse from where it
had been discarded on the floor, and threw Jughead’s clothes back toward him.
“So, maybe we should get to know each other a little better before we get
out of here.
Jughead smiled, not believing how his night had turned out.
The janitor discovered that the elevator was stuck at six
o'clock the next morning, when he came in to clean the halls. The fire
department arrived, rescuing the two stuck in there for the past nine hours.
What they’d expected was not what they found. A blonde haired girl covered in a
black leather jacket, resting her head on the leg of a black haired boy in a
beanie with a pink cardigan wedged in the space between his neck and shoulder;
both fast asleep.
A/N: Thanks for reading! This was my first ever Bughead fic and I wrote it in a day. I just really wanted to get something out there so it’s not my best work. Let me know what you think and if I should do a part two just to round off the story. I’m thinking we could all use a little more smut in our lives?
this story is based off the movie, The Duff! I hope you guys like it and let me know if you want me to continue it!
╳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
╳ Genre: fluff, angst, smut in the next chapters
╳ Warnings: Cussing and some sexual content
╳ Summary:“Being the Duff has really changed you.”“Excuse me, the Duff?” I asked, my voice rising a little at
the end.“You know, the Designated. Ugly. Fat. Friend.”
I’m done with them. Once again, Lisa and Cassie were
flirting with everybody they could lay their eyes on. And what was I doing?
Awkwardly standing in the corner of the crowded room, wishing I were anywhere
else but here.
As usual, I was probably going to be the one to have to drag
them out of this party before any of these douche bag guys could try and get
with one of them. This was a reoccurring thing every weekend and for some
reason, I keep agreeing to come.
Deciding it was time to drag them home, I started
to push through the sweaty, dancing bodies until I smacked right into someone,
my chest colliding with theirs.
“Hey watch where you’re going!” A deep voice yelled.
I recognized that voice immediately and it took everything in me to not
“Nice to see you again, Jungkook.” I smiled sarcastically.
“Isn’t it always?” He smirked, running his hand through his
dark brown hair.
“Hm, I guess sarcasm isn’t your thing?” I said, pushing past
him and walking toward the spot where my friends were currently grinding against
each other. Ew.
“I guess not being a bitch isn’t your thing, either?” He
teased, making me stop dead in my tracks.
“Listen here Jungkook,” I said, pointing my finger at his
chest. “I’ve had enough of your shit. How about you go annoy someone else?”
“Awh c’mon y/n, don’t be like that” he smiled. “You’re lucky I’m even talking to you right now.”
“I’d be a lot luckier if I got hit by a car right now.”
With that, I turned around and grabbed my friends by their
arms, practically dragging them out of this stupid house party. I still will
never understand why people find getting blackout drunk and making out with
random strangers fun.
“Hey, where are we going?” Cassie asked, her blonde hair
bouncing up and down as we sped walked. She’s been dancing for hours and she
still looked like she walked of a fashion show. Ignoring her, I kept dragging
them out until we were at my car. I finally let go, causing both of my best
friends to cross their arms. If looks could kill, I would be laying
on the road dead right now.
“What the fuck y/n?” Lisa asked, glaring at me. “We were
“Yeah, well I wasn’t” I said, grabbing my keys and unlocking
the car door and getting in.
After hearing them complain the whole car ride and me
yelling at them to find someone else to drive their drunken asses home if they
were going to throw a fit, I dropped them off. I pulled into my driveway and
sat in the car for a few seconds, thinking about my short encounter with
Jungkook. I’ve known Jungkook since we were five. He’s the typical jock while
I’m just the girl no one really pays attention to. Except my friends, who both
looked like they stepped out of a fashion magazine. They both had the body and the looks of a
Victoria Secret model. And then there was me. Just
plain old me. There was nothing special about me. I just existed, and carried
on through life without being noticed. Yawning, I decided I was done throwing a pity
party for myself and stepped out of the car.
“Hey neighbor. Home so soon?”
Speak of the devil.
“I could say the same for you.” I spat.
“Hey, there’s no need to be so cold.” He laughed, walking
over to the gate that divided our houses. Oh did I forget to tell you that
Jungkook was my neighbor?
“See, you’re the only person that can piss me off this
easily.” I laughed dryly.
He smiled wide, his teeth showing and he leaned both of his
arms on the little white fence.
“Ah, then my job is done for the night.”
Ignoring his statement, I asked, “What do you want, I’m
“You see, I just wanted to make sure your friends made it
home safe. They’re not staying with you tonight are they?” He asked, looking
over my head.
“No, but I don’t think they’re into asshole jocks. Not
really their type.” I said, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
He leaned back, flipping some of his hair out of his eyes.
“Being the Duff has really changed you.”
“Excuse me, the Duff?” I asked, my voice rising a little at
“You know, the Designated. Ugly. Fat. Friend.”
“Hey, no need to get offended.” He said, shrugging his
shoulders. “I’m not saying you’re fat or look like a troll, I’m just saying
that compared to your friends, you don’t fit in.”
I stared at him in complete shock, my face turning red from
embarrassment and anger.
“Its just that,” He continued on, “ It’s a proven fact that
every group of friends has a Duff, and that so happens to be you.”
Jungkook may be one of the hottest guys at my school, but he
was a fucking prick.
“Fuck you.” I spat, turning around quickly and walking to my
“You wish” was all I heard before I slammed the door shut and ran
up to my room.
Can you write an imagine where you and Justin spend the day in bed doing lazy and cute stuff?
YESSS Omg I love Justin! This is my first imagine on an ask but I don’t think I like it very much
You woke up tangled in bedsheets, your hair in your eyes and a warm body next to yours. You were partially naked, only in a pair of underwear, but one long arm was stretched out over your chest, covering your breasts. It was Justin, your boyfriend, and he was snoring lightly, his hair a mess of brunette curls on your sheets as he nuzzled his face in your shoulder.
“Justin,” You whispered slightly after glancing at the clock and seeing the time. It was nearly lunchtime and you had never gone to sleep so late before in your life. “Wake up, sleepyhead.”
You twisted your fingers through his curls and tugged slightly, causing Justin to groan and open his eyes a fraction. A lazy smile sprung up on his features as he saw you leaning over him, and he stretched his arms out before wrapping them around you tightly and dragging you into his chest before peppering kissed all along your face.
“Justin!” You giggled, grabbing onto his face and finally giving him a proper kiss. After you pulled away and go onto your knees on the bed, crossing your arms and staring at him. “You told me you were going to take me to the beach today, but I’ll bet all the good spots are taken now because of your persistent late night activities!”
Justin laughed and ran a hand through his hair while adjusting himself so he was laying on his back with the other hand behind his head. “Don’t act like you didn’t like those activities.”
You rolled your eyes playfully before memories flashed in your head, causing you to shift. “Yes, but I’m sure the neighbors didn’t.” Justin just chuckled and closed his eyes again.
“Seriously Justin! Come on, take a shower with me and then we’ll head somewhere.” You shed your undergarments but as soon as Justin neared the door you shut it and took a shower by yourself.
“Y/N, come on!” Justin whined, opening the door while you washed your hair. He knew not to open the shower curtain without your consent so he stayed by the sink, grabbing his toothbrush and lathering it in toothpaste. “The beach is lame, I just want to stay here and be with you.”
“You had me all last night, Justin.” You said while rinsing yourself off of strawberry scented bubbles.
“That’s not enough, babe.” He said around his toothbrush. He walked over and tapped the curtain. You made a noise of consent and he pushed it open before climbing in. “I want to be with you not just sexually. I want to watch your favorite movies and feed you your favorite snacks, and I want to lay with you and breath in your delicious scent.”
Justin had a mouthful of toothpaste but you understood him clearly. Your heart warmed at the thought of what Justin had just said, and when you had first met him at Monet’s you never would’ve guessed he would be this kind of cheesy.
“Okay, Justin.” You smiled, but it quickly faded when he spit out the toothpaste that nearly hit your foot. “Oh, grosss, Justinn!”
Justin let out a barking laugh as he washed his mouth out before you grabbed his toothbrush from his hand and stepped out of the shower. He started to wash himself as you dried yourself off. Who knew that having your own apartment to yourself was the best thing ever? No sisters to walk in on you and beg for the restroom, no parents walking in during intercourse with Justin. Just you and Justin. Because nothing else really mattered at the moment or at any moment.
When Justin was done showering and you were both fully dressed in pajamas (you were actually in one of his shirts and a pair of socks) you ran to the kitchen and started up the microwave.
“Kettle corn or buttered popcorn?” You asked Justin when you heard him enter, standing on the tip of your toes to look at the boxes you had. Justin walked over and picked you up from behind so you had a better view.
“Are you kidding, Y/N? Is that even a question?”
“Kettle it is then.” You grabbed the box before Justin set you down, going to grab some candies from a bowl you had.
“You know all of this candy isn’t healthy, right babe?” Justin asked while stuffing skittles in his mouth.
You stuffed the bag of kettle corn in the microwave and pressed a button before turning to him. “It’s only unhealthy if you eat it. I haven’t touched that stash since last Monday.”
Justin closed his mouth and then narrowed his eyes, nodding while pointing at you. “You right.”
Three hours later you two were laying in bed while letting music play in the background, just laying in each others arms. Your head was on his chest while one leg was laying over his torso and he was running his fingers through your hair.
“I love being like this with you, Y/N. I just can’t get en-”
“OH MY GOD!” You gasped and then jumped up, causing Justin too as well. He looked frightened but when he saw you run to the radio and turn it up he rolled his eyes.
“Shhh, it’s System of a Down.” You hissed as the intro to Toxicity played loudly.
“You really surprise me with your music taste.” Justin sighed, watching you play air guitar.
You jumped onto the bed as the chorus came on, flipping your hair and bouncing on the soft mattress.”DISORDER! DISORDER! DISORDEERR!”
At first Justin was pushing at your ankles, trying to trip you, but then he joined you. He stood up and threw his head around, pretending as if he were playing the drums. Soon the mattress was creaking under the weight of the two of you jumping on it.
“Y/N, you’re changing me!” Justin panted when you two were done, throwing himself on the bed. You followed and gave him a questioning look. “I used to hate rock, chick flicks, and kettle corn.”
You returned to the position you two were in before, looking up at him with a smile. “Is that bad?”
“No, I’ve never felt better in my life.”
“Even when I was throwing skittles trying to get them in your mouth and you accidentally choked on one?” You laughed lightly.
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) Taemin is a whole lot softer than I think people give him credit for. He has his moments, but he’s a big teddy bear, let’s be real. Taemin’s kind of wild in bed, not so much that it’s kinky and painful, he’s just a speed demon ,so aftercare isn’t so much for pain, but more so for a ‘hey, i tied you up and fucked you in to next week, but i still love and respect you lots ok’ kind of thing. Aftercare with Taemin is relatively minimal, it’s not a huge process. Generally just a shower if necessary, and a check over to make sure you’re okay, before returning to the bed where soft Tae emerges again, and cuddles follow.
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Your lips are a pretty big kink of Taemin’s, if he’s being honest. He’s not the most gentle partner, but it’s insanely intimate. He’s big on kissing during sex, and your moans are the main turn on for him, so kissing your pretty lips and seeing you a groaning mess for him, then the same lovely lips wrapped around his cock, really fucks him up. His favorite is his eyes; mostly because of how you had told him how regardless of how in to it he gets, how fast and lost in your sex, his eyes always remain as loving and tender as can be. No matter what, he can’t mask the love in his eyes, and even though he can’t see it himself, he loves that he can still make you feel loved during some kinky ass sex no matter what.
C = Cum The whole time during sex, Taemin is loud as hell and doesn’t hold back his moans, until he cums. He’s always tucked his face against your neck, and when he cums he kind of locks up. Mouth just hangs open and heavy pants as his face skews up as he cums. The only time he’s quite during sex, is when he cums, just because he’s so overwhelmed he literally can’t think to even make a sound.
D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) Okay my ass just wrote this whole thing on how Taemin is pretty damn dominant and now I’m going to just fuck that in the ass. Regardless on how he actually acts during sex, I really think he’s more submissive than people think? He’s not a full blown dominant guy, and maybe he’ll hide that he does like to switch because people think that? Idk, anyways. Not a huge, dramatic, secret. But Taemin’s a lil switch.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) Don’t bite me, but I’m sure Taemin has fooled around, I don’t think he’s got to go all the way but he’s not inexperienced. At the very least, Taemin’s got a good grasp on things, plus his hips are just…a weapon already, all he needs is someone to put them to good use to.
F = Favorite Position Putting aside how Taemin acts all together during sex, position wise, Taemin’s a pretty classic guy. Missionary and doggy and basic, and who doesn’t love handing the reigns over and letting you ride them? But a particular favorite is from behind, while you’re spooning. You’re completely in his hold, got that good ol’ full body contact, and you all but have to just lay there and accept all that Taemin will give you.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) It really depends on the day, Taemin’s more of a half/half kind of guy. One minute the room is so heavy with his serious look and the authority aura he brings, and the next minute he’s giggling because he can’t get your stupid pants off lmao. It just really depends. He flops on how he acts a lot, flip a coin and see what Taemin you get today.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they) Taemin’s such a smooth guy, I love it. He’s got very little body hair in general, so by nature or his own hand, I don’t think he’s very wild down under either. If anything, I think he trims really well, he’s a very clean, well kept guy, so he definitely cleans up downstairs too.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) Like I said, he’s not the most lovey dovey during the sex, but you can still easily read and feel his emotions that this isn’t just a fuck, that he does love you. His intimacy is felt, rather than shown in the moment, he’s not dressing up the room or anything, but the loving kisses and the look in his eyes, you can definitely feel his intentions.
J = Jack Off (Masturbating) Honestly I think Taemin jerks off a lot. Like all the damn time. But he’s super lazy with it? I feel like he’s never just jerking off real quick because he’s got an issue downstairs, he’s one that’s like ‘hey, i got half an hour till i got to be on stage? cool. i’ll be in te bathroom jerkin it, bye’. He’s a slow build, slow and lazy pumps, takes forever to finish kind of masturbater.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) See Taemin dresses well but then he wears some…weird shit. His nipples are always out. Taemin is an advocate for #freethenipple cuz the nip nops are out. I can so see him being in to dress up role playing. So much leather is in your future. He’s insanely in to marking, boy always got his head back and that pretty throat exposed…just begging for you to bite him wow.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do) Remember when Key and Jonghyun visited Taemin and Naeun on WGM and where they left, they climbed back in the window and scared the shit out of TaEun? Yeah. I can’t imagine you guys being safe around the SHINee members. No where is safe. So places that Taemin is sure you aren’t going to be jump scared are very limited, basically you’re only options are the bedroom with a very secure lock, or the shower. Buuut the off chance you guys are absolutely alone and Taemin’s positive no one is coming back at all, he’s so in to fucking in the kitchen. I can imagine him being one of the guys that likes playing with ice.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) Being a performer, I think Taemin really gets hyped so much from the adrenaline of performing, or dancing at all. Gets turned on by being hyped up basically, so I can imagine sex happens a lot right after he’s finished practice or wrapping up a concert. The excitement is still high, he’s so happy, and the first thing he does is come find his love, so boom. Dicks are out.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Legit pain kinks are no where near the bedroom with Taemin. A spank here, a tug of hair there, fine and dandy. No whips and chains are in the room, that’s for sure. Beyond that, he’s not one for titles. Although Taemin does like dressing up, role playing and such in the bedroom, sir, master, etc, aren’t something that really turns him on. He’s definitely not in to sharing, there’s no way Taemin will ever be down with adding another person in to the equation, it’s just you and him.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) I really think Taemin has a sinful tongue, you can quote me on that if you want idc. He’s really a lover in bed, eager as can be to please, so going down on you isn’t something he objects to. Being quite a tease, his tongue is one of his favorite tools to do so. 69 is more what he likes, please on both parts, and Taemin can feel you twitching above him, able to rock your hips against his face, all while moaning around his cock at the same time. Best of both worlds to him.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Literally a jackrabbit. If anyone can fuck you in to next week, Taemin is your guy. He really does alternate though, from slow and loving, to a blur of hips and hard thrusts. But the majority of the time, he’s fucking you hard and fast, his only goal is to bring you both to the height of pleasure, and he’s going to.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) Honestly, he kind of hates them. Taemin isn’t really a fast cummer, so quickies really don’t work on his end anyways. Quickies probably only happen if he’s trying to get you off quick, like you have to leave soon, and he just ends up jerking it after you cum. They don’t happen very often, extremely rare.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) Taemin’s down to experiment, if he’s positive he’s not going to get caught. Like yeah, fucking in a shared kitchen is thrilling, but he knows the members aren’t coming back for a while, so it’s fine. As for anything else, unless he has a completely firm stance on the idea, Taemin’s really down to try almost anything, at least once.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) After performing, Taemin does look pretty dead, and I imagine Taemin in bed has the same amount of energy exerted as his dances. So he’s really fucked out after one round, but thanks to being his level of a teaser, he’s able to draw it out longer. He doesn’t finish fast, he lasts anywhere from fifteen minutes and up if he’s played his cards right.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) Ngl, half the things Taemin wears on stage could be classified as a sex toy. Moving on. Taemin’s not so much in to the big, like legit sex toys, and by that, when I think sex toy I immediately think dildo and that’s just not flying with Taemin. He leans more towards restricting things, like handcuffs and silk scarves, plus small vibrators and literally anything leather he can find in a shop. His only qualifications for if a toy is good is 1.) can he tie you up and 2.) can he tease you with it.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Taemin is definitely one of the members that teases the most. He’s the baby of the group, and honestly he’s besties with Kai, so that makes him a dorky little shit by default. So chalk it up to being young, or he’s a little shit, either way, Taemin shows no mercy in the bedroom. It’s going to take some pretty good begging to please Taemin’s teasing side enough for him to be merciful. You’re in for a wild ride lmao.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) Taemin’s a bomb vocalist, There’s no way he is quiet in bed, that’s for sure. He let’s it all out, Taemin’s got a song of his own when he’s doing it. He’s a mess of moans and groans and heavy panting and he doesn’t try and restrict his volume at all. He will be heard, and everyone will know Taemin’s giving you the dick. There’s absolutely no hiding it.
W = Wild Card (random headcanon for the character of your choice) Listen guys, Taemin on stage…You know that little fucker is a jackrabbit in bed. No one told the boy otherwise, and he’s so used to using his hips like that, that by the end of the first time you slept together, there’s going to be some nice bruises on your thighs that he’ll definitely feel awful about. He’s a wild man. Beware.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) Anyone else remember that one time Tae had morning wood. Cuz I do. Anyways Taemin annoys me a bit in this sense, since he’s one of those guys that really knows how to hide it….his crotch is completely flat. I like it. But it makes this part so much harder for me. Taemin’s a pretty small and more lean/slender guy, so I can’t see him packing some insane dong in those tight ass leather pants let’s be real now. He’s more along the lines of 5″, maybe a little smaller in length and like him, mini Tae is thinner too.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Okay for real, I think Taemin is one of the most dirty minded idols, he just hides behind this fake ass, gentleman, innocent maknae bs. No man that pops a dick like he does is a good boy. Nope. Taemin’s a bad one, trust me. I swear if he’s got a boo, he’s on your ass 24/7. Like one of those little dogs, all they do is hump your shoe. That’s Taemin. Smh.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Taemin isn’t the harshest lover, but sex is very emotionally draining with him. He really opens up and let’s all his feelings out, and that takes a huge toll on him. So typically, Taemin’s ready for bed as soon as he’s finished, he’s more fucked out than you if we’re being honest. He crashes rather quick after he’s finished, a good ten minutes is all he can last before he’s out for the night.
In which Yuuri discovers something life-changing about his idol and fiance
Yuuri stood in the bathroom of Victor’s apartment—it still felt far too early to be comfortable dubbing it their apartment—having a small existential crisis. Whatever he had been looking for or wanting to put away in the sink cabinet was utterly forgotten. His childhood hero, his first love, his eternal idol… a deception from the very beginning.
The characters on the bottle were majorly Cyrillic, but there was really no mistaking to design and thus its purpose.
“Yuuri, what are you—” Just as Yuuri had lost his train of thought, Victor lost his words the moment he saw what his fiancé was holding.
“Is that why you cut it?” Yuuri asked, looking up from the bottle to Victor. “The ends were so dead from years of bleach?”
“It’s just a toner,” Victor defended, sounding unsure of himself.
“Really?” Yuuri flipped the bottle over, studying the script printed across the label. “Because it looks like dye.”
As delicately as he could, Victor took the bottle from Yuuri’s hands and replaced it in the sink cabinet. “You don’t really think that I—”
“Color your hair?” Yuuri finished for him, eyes traveling suspiciously along Victor’s hairline. He made to touch the strands, then pulled his hand back at the last moment as if dejected. “I can’t believe this…” he muttered, brushing past Victor on his way to their living room. “My whole life, a lie. My fiancé, a liar. How can I achieve gold when even the silver in my life is unattainable?”
Yuuri flopped with resignation onto the couch, Makkachin hopping on top of him for company.
Two sets of brown eyes judged Victor, who collapsed on the floor in front of Yuuri, grasping for his hands. “Yuuri, my darling, my angel, I swear I’m not lying. Come on, how could you think that? I’ll throw it away right now.” He paused, thinking, “You can shower with me every day for a month to see that it’s true.”
Victor’s blue eyes shimmered with his pleading, but Yuuri’s thoughts traveled to Victor’s grueling quad practice the previous day, leaving him completely unsympathetic. Instead, he turned his face away as dramatically as Victor taught him and sighed. “I don’t think we should shower together anymore, Victor. This is world-altering. I need time.”
Pout pushing out his lower lip, Victor sat back. Yuuri refused to turn back toward him.
Pursing his mouth, Victor reached up, sweeping away his own bangs before tentatively running his fingers through his hair. “I’ll prove it to you,” he said, eyes trained on Yuuri, determination sprinting across his face. “I’ll shave it off.”
Victor expected Yuuri to break. Expected to receive that panicked little squeak which he adored, as Yuuri kicked Makkachin off the couch in his hurry to sit up and grasp onto Victor, expected to hear him command Victor not to touch his beautiful hair, expected the confession that Yuuri had only been knowingly joking.
Yuuri turned to face Victor again, face blank as he stated, “Okay then.”
A blink. A moment. Then another. Yuuri’s brown eyes did not break from his, challenging and unyielding.
Taking a deep breath while trying not to show it too much, Victor swallowed and pushed himself up off the floor, standing over Yuuri.
His hands fisted against his side, but he would not be the one to break. “Okay then.”
Yuuri watched Victor start to move, a very small sense of dread building in the pit of his stomach. “What are you doing?”
“Proving it to you.”
Victor vanished down the hall, towards the bathroom. For a moment, Yuuri did not move. He knew Victor wasn’t going to shave his hair off. He knew that… right?
Yuuri dislodged Makkachin and followed Victor down the hall, into the bathroom, to see Victor on his knees searching through the lower cabinet.
“Just looking for the clippers,” Victor said airily and Yuuri crossed his arms. No way Victor was actually going to go through with his threat… Then again, Victor had cut his trademark hair the night before an ISU competition, without telling anyone, all for the sake of a surprise.
Victor hummed the tune to Stammi Vicino as he searched, taking his time. Yuuri saw him fumble with the clippers a little once they had been located, fidgeting with the settings. “You’re gonna do it…” The exhale was an attempt at steady, betrayed by a hitch.
“I said I’ll prove it to you, love. If you don’t believe me.” Victor rose and turned, clippers in hand.
Yuuri’s eyes met him. And did not back down. “Do it then.”
Victor thumbed at the switch, turning the device on. The bathroom filled with the buzzing, vibrating off the tile, waiting for either of them to break.
When Yuuri still said nothing, Victor lifted up the clippers with a flourish. Checked the settings. Looked back up at Yuuri. Still nothing. He turned to face the mirror, running a hand through his hair, and raised the clippers.
Yuuri’s heart began to panic inside his chest. He could see Victor’s blue eyes challenging him in the reflection of the mirror, could see himself leaning against the door of the bathroom in the corner. Then Victor raised the clippers to the edge of his hair, just by his ear.
The buzzing grew deafening and the clippers met the ends of Victor’s undercut—
“Alright! Stop, stop!”
Except that Victor didn’t. Despite the protest, he ran the comb of the clippers through his hair in a long swooping motion, drawing out a terrified shriek from Yuuri.
The very next second, Yuuri tore the clippers out of his hands, leaping to see the damage and—nothing.
Victor burst into laughter, all the more when Yuuri’s comically wide-eyes continued to search his untouched hairline.
“I took the blade out,” Victor said and held up the clippers for Yuuri to see. No blade. Victor’s hair remained intact.
Yuuri very slowly reached his hands up, running his fingers through Victor’s hair. Victor preened, just a little, leaning into Yuuri’s touch.
“You…” Yuuri started, voice soft and eyes slowly narrowing. He looked up at Victor through his lashes and Victor’s heart picked up. He knew that look, anticipation bubbling up inside him.
“You tricked me,” Yuuri whispered, leaning up and brushing his lips against Victor’s cheek. Victor’s fringe caught between them, tickling.
“Only a little,” Victor replied, waiting for Yuuri to kiss him properly.
Yuuri pulled back, looked at Victor’s mouth with dark eyes, and his grip tightened in his Victor’s hair. Then, Yuuri tugged. Harder than usual. Victor’s head tilted back, Yuuri’s lips just hovering.
“Coward,” Yuuri said, before releasing Victor entirely and walked out of the bathroom, hips swaying as he did so.
“Yuuri— wait, what?” Victor stammered, abandoned in the bathroom. Quickly turning off the clippers, he bounced after Yuuri and back down the hall towards the living area. Yuuri was in the kitchen, making tea with the coolest expression Victor had ever seen on him.
“And I thought you loved me,” Yuuri sighed heavily, in a manner most unlike him. “Should’ve known Victor Nikiforov would’ve loved his hair more than his dime a dozen fiancé.”
“Yuuri!” Victor whined, walking straight through the kitchen to wrap his arms around Yuuri’s waist, resting his head on Yuuri’s shoulder. “Don’t be like that, it was a joke!”
“Hmm,” Yuuri hummed, ignoring Victor. Victor tightened his grip, kissing Yuuri’s neck.
“Yuuri!” The whimper sounded excessive even to Victor’s own ears, but he could not bring himself to care.
Then Yuuri started to shake in Victor’s arms. Panic flashes through Victor at the thought that Yuuri might be crying. He twisted so he could cup Yuuri’s face in his hands and rain down apologies, and then realized that Yuuri was laughing.
“…You’re teasing me.”
“Only a little,” Yuuri imitated, relishing Victor’s broken expression before leaning back, turning a bit to kiss at Victor’s cheek. “You teased me first.”
“Does this mean you believe me?” Victor asked, more than relieved. The joke had been a little cruel. But that expression on Yuuri’s face had been so worth it.
“Technically you still haven’t proven anything,” Yuuri reminded him, even as he touched another kiss to Victor’s cheek.
A hum came from Victor and he tapped at his lips with a finger in consideration. “I’ve got some baby pictures,” he offered and even in their current position of back to chest, he could see the glint in Yuuri’s eyes. The one he’s dubbed Yuuri’s fanboy sparkle.
He was proven to be right when Yuuri’s voice trembled a bit at the start of his response. “O-oh? Well, if they’re not in black and white.”
“Keep talking and I won’t show you all of them,” Victor responded, kissing Yuuri’s hair before bouncing off to find an old photo album probably crammed somewhere dusty.
“All the more proof that you really don’t love me.”
Marco volunteers for the date immediately, as the only one on the team who is single and desperate. (Although, he admits, not desperate enough to sleep with a controller under any circumstances.) The thing is, though, that Sub-Visser Three-Eighty-One has a type: every guy Ax and Tobias have seen her flirting with in the two weeks they’ve been following her around has been tall, dark, and handsome.
Everyone on the team (especially Jake) somewhat doubts Jake’s ability to act well enough to play the part, but the only idea worse than sending Jake would be sending Ax to do it, so he reluctantly volunteers for the mission.
The setup goes more or less according to plan: Jake arranges to bump into the sub-visser coming out of a Sharing meeting, and to their enormous luck she becomes the one to ask him for a phone number. Jake suggests the time and the place, though, and doesn’t have to fake enthusiastic relief when she agrees.
The day of, Rachel spends nearly two hours dressing Jake in various combinations of the seven pairs of pants, eighteen shirts, and five and a half jackets that she bought for the occasion, before Jake throws up his hands and announces that he’s going naked if this nonsense doesn’t end soon.
Marco immediately declares that that would be a brilliant way to get Sub-Visser Three-Eighty-One dancing to their tune.
Cassie shyly volunteers the opinion that Jake looks nice no matter what he’s wearing.
Rachel tells them both to shut up, on the grounds that Jake getting arrested for public indecency would be just as bad for their plan as him showing up in the ill-fitting basketball shirt and ripped jeans he wore when he left the house this morning.
After Rachel’s initial attempt to teach Jake to flirt with her crashes and burns (“You’re the closest thing I have to a sister! I can’t just flirt with you!”) she substitutes Cassie into her own role. To her surprise, that manages to go even worse.
“Cassie,” Jake says, blushing so much he looks ready to pass out. “I like many things about you. You’re the sweetest person I know, and you’re brilliant at not just morphing, but, like, understanding the morphing. Oh, and you’re really smart at other stuff besides. You get people so fast, and there are all these things in science class that go way over my head that you pick up right away. And even though I was mad about it at the time, I thought it was cool that you saved those baby skunks—”
“CUT!” Rachel yells.
“You told me to compliment her,” Jake says indignantly. Cassie is currently examining the toes of her shoes with intense fascination, and appears to be fighting a fit of the giggles.
Rachel sighs loudly. “Not her personality. Think more physical.”
Jake takes a huge breath and draws himself up again. “You are, like, super strong for a girl,” he tells Cassie. “For anyone, really. That time when you pried that fox’s jaws open to make it vomit up the wolf poison—”
“CUT! Cassie, Marco, switch places!”
All three of them stare at Rachel in surprise for a second. Marco becomes the first to react, sidling up and sliding his arm through Jake’s. “So,” he coos. “Why’d a big strong man like you want to go out with little old me, anyway?”
“Because…” Jake glances at Rachel, who makes go on gestures. “Because of your hair. It’s very, uh, nicely done.”
Marco flips a few strands away from his face. “You really think it turned out okay? I only had time to run a brush through it a few times on the way over.”
“Yes,” Jake says firmly. “It is nice hair. And… you are… Notlikeothergirls!”
Marco bats his eyelashes, grinning now. “You really mean that?”
Jake attempts to smile as well. “I have never in my life met anyone like you, Marco. Seriously.”
“Now you’re getting it,” Rachel announces. She and Marco high-five at their own brilliance. Unseen, Jake and Cassie exchange a mutually baffled look and a shrug of bemusement.
Jake sets off for the date trailed fifty feet up by a red-tailed hawk and a northern harrier. He’s not sure why he’s wearing three shirts right now, or why the collars on all three are sticking straight up in the air (“Trust me,” Rachel insisted, “this is gonna be all over the country five years from now.”) like he’s a pastel version of Dracula. He’s also hoping he can take the weird flat sunglasses off soon—Rachel instructed him to hang them from the v-neck of his topmost shirt when he does—because the weather’s overcast and he feels ridiculous.
“What do we know so far?” he asks Tobias.
<Apparently, our dear little alien friend works in an arcade downtown, and is a big fan of shopping in her spare time. Likes: purple fabrics, smelling flowers, and spicy tacos from food trucks. Dislikes: dogs, dog owners, seriously don’t mention Homer, and small children.>
<Her selection of tacos was most excellent,> Ax adds. <The driver of that food truck adds large quantities of a wonderful substance known as Sriracha to his meat and meat by-products.>
<So we may have sampled the taco truck ourselves. Strictly for research purposes,> Tobias admits. <And yeah, Sub-Visser whatever’s got taste. Or Stacy does, jury’s still out on that one.>
“Stacy?” Jake asks, as loud as he dares.
<The name of her host?> Tobias says. <Seriously? Were you planning on walking up to her and being like ‘well, hello there, Iriess one-thirty-two’?>
“Stacy,” Jake mutters to himself, rather than admitting he forgot. “Stacy. Stacy, Stacy, Stacy, Stacy, Stacy.”
<And now you sound nuts, which should make a real good first impression.>
At Tobias’s urging, Jake stops at a stand outside a greengrocer’s and buys a dozen daffodils for her. He’s not sure if he’s allowed to take off the sunglasses when he’s standing under the shade of the awning, even though they make it very difficult to count out bills and change. He does know that he is not under any circumstances to push them back into his hair, because then all the gel will make a weird crunching noise and Rachel will boil him in oil when she finds his spikes deformed. He could probably fit the entire bouquet into one of the ridiculously large pockets on the pants that he’s certain are three sizes too large, but he tucks it under his arm instead. “I hate this,” he mutters.
<Be cool,> Tobias says. <If I could do meet-cute with Taylor in the middle of a coffee shop, you can survive ninety minutes of pumping a yeerk for recruitment tactics and Sharing plans.>
<I would recommend against bringing up Tobias’s decision to meet Taylor alone last March if you wish Rachel to leave the restaurant standing, Prince Jake.>
Jake gives them both a sickly smile of gratitude.
The initial meet’n’greet outside the restaurant goes reasonably well: Sub-Visser Three-Eighty-One exclaims over the daffodils, Jake remembers to call her “Stacy,” and with effort he ignores the skin-crawly sensation of Cassie (now a housefly) landing in his hair. By the time they make it into the restaurant, Tobias and Rachel are already posed at a different table with baseball caps in place, while Marco shuffles around in a white apron busing tables and Ax (despite eight or nine promises that this time he’ll be cool around food) remains safely out of sight and out of morph on the roof. If anything goes catastrophically wrong, the plan is for Cassie to alert Marco, who will create a diversion by overturning a dish cart while Rachel and Tobias hastily duck under the tablecloth of their own table—Rachel to morph, Tobias to demorph—as Ax provides everyone cover. Jake’s pretty sure that if his date wants to shoot him in the head there’ll be nothing the others can do in time to stop her, but at least he knows he probably won’t end up forcibly made into a controller by the end of the evening.
Rachel, blatantly eavesdropping even as she holds Tobias’s hand across the table and they stare into each other’s eyes (if anyone starts looking at them too closely they start loudly sucking face) has to admit that Jake does better than she would have expected. He asks “Stacy” where she got her shoes, laughs in a way that’s only slightly moronic when she compliments his sunglasses, and (after Tobias calls out a suggestion in thought-speak) even remembers to pull her chair out for her before she sits down.
As instructed, Jake waits until after they’ve already ordered their food to turn the conversation to the reason they went to all this trouble in the first place. He’s pretty pleased with how things are going so far, although then again he might just be light-headed from the smell of the instatan Rachel sprayed on him earlier.
“So,” he says. “You’re part of the Sharing, right? How’d you get into that in the first place?”
Ireiss 132 tosses a lock of Stacy’s hair over her shoulder. “My older sister got me into it, actually. She kept begging me and begging me to join, and then one time I just—Hey, you okay?”
Jake forces a laugh, doing his best not to think of Stacy, to think of Tom, to think but for the grace of God... “Sure. Just, uh, zoned for a second. So, the Sharing does a lot of recruitment events, right?”
<Don’t make her suspicious,> Tobias says unhelpfully. <Just keep her on her toes.>
“Yeah, we’ve got volleyball days, cookouts on the beach, whole weekends upstate…” She leans forward a little across the table. “You interested in joining?”
<Say yes!> Cassie suggests, at almost exactly the same time Tobias says, <Tell her ‘hell no.’> Marco, standing across the room, makes eye contact with Jake long enough to shake his head emphatically, just as Tobias adds, <Actually Rachel says to tell her yes.>
Jake closes his eyes for a second to find the patience not to swat at the back of his head and then throw a full plate of food at the next table over. “I don’t know, really,” he says diplomatically. “What do you guys do, anyway, besides sit around and eat hamburgers?”
“It’s all about community outreach,” Ireiss 132 says, apparently not noticing Jake’s hesitation. “We do days where we clean up litter at the park, we raise money to fund cancer research—”
<Of course they do,> Cassie says darkly. <Can’t have anything wrong with their prospective slaves, right?>
Jake, having missed the end of that sentence, has to make an educated guess. “Sounds pretty cool. Don’t you have, like, celebrity endorsements?”
“Oh, sure. There’s Jeremy Jason McCole, William Roger Tennant…” Ireiss ticks the names off on Stacy’s left hand. “That blond lady with the cooking show, Senator Malesin, Senator Argo, Angelina Jolie—”
<Angelina Jolie?> Tobias says.
Cassie gasps. <But she seems like such a nice lady on TV!>
<Who is Angelina Jolie? Is Prince Jake okay?>
<He’s fine. However, Rachel would like me to pass along a few comments with strong language about Angelina Jolie’s lifestyle, dress, and immediate ancestors.>
“Shut up!” Jake hisses.
Ireiss blinks at him a few times.
Jake clears his throat. “I just mean…” He changes his inflection. “Shut up! As in, you’re kidding me! You think maybe I could meet her sometime?”
“Join the Sharing,” Ireiss says. “We could make it happen. Once you get initiated as a full member your whole life opens up before you—you can’t imagine what it’s like.”
Jake forces another smile. He picks up his fork. This helps him to avoid giving into the urge to clamp both hands over his ears, slide under the table, and scream something about how they can never have his body. He can imagine the experience a little too well, and it’s not something he’s ever letting happen again.
Nonetheless, Jake manages to keep lightly deflecting Ireiss’s recruitment attempts while also digging for information, clear through until Marco—with a flourish—brings them a plate of mini cannoli for dessert. After he ducks away from their table he sweeps over to begin polishing the corner of Rachel and Tobias’s.
<Marco says he wants you to save him one, because they look delicious,> Tobias says a minute later.
Jake, who has just been distracted in the middle of Ireiss’s description of how they draw in community members to Sharing meetings, makes a mental note to define the term radio silence for the entire team when they get home. Then he picks up the last cannoli, very pointedly licks it, and puts it back on the plate uneaten.
<Marco says, and I quote, that there are ‘children starving in Montana’ that you are ‘not the man he fell in love with,’ and that he is ‘wounded to the depths of his soul.’ By the way, you do know not to offer to pay for dinner, right? Because you don’t actually want to get a second date out of this.>
“You were saying?” Jake says loudly.
Ireiss clears Stacy’s throat. “Oh, just that we really feel reaching out to vulnerable kids—as through the youth shelter I mentioned, and the after-school program—is the best way to offer them the Sharing as an alternative to gang membership.”
Jake dearly hopes that someone is taking notes on all of this, because if he suffered through the application of that much instatan for nothing he’s going to strangle someone. “That’s really cool. So is there, like, a place where you keep track of all the Sharing’s full members? Some kind of database or something?”
<Too strong, too strong,> Cassie says.
<Prince Jake, Cassie and Tobias have now been in morph for one-hundred-eight of your minutes. May I suggest that you put a wrap in it?>
<So close, Ax-Man, and yet so far.>
“…nothing that formal,” Ireiss is saying. “Hoping for more celebrities?”
“You know what?” Jake stands up. “It’s been real. But I’ve got a thing, so…”
Tobias is right: he emphatically doesn’t want a second date. Waving at Stacy, Jake pivots and walks out the door without another word.
They assemble in Cassie’s barn later that evening, Jake attempting to get one of Cassie’s horse-brushes through the horrible gel-stiff mess of his hair as everyone else trickles in. “Okay,” he says wearily, when they’re all present, “What did we learn today?”
“For starters,” Marco says, “That Tobias is apparently romantic as hell. Were I not healthily terrified of your beautiful and homicidal cousin, I would already be trying to hit that like a—”
<Before you can go any further, no.> Tobias glares at Marco. <Also, to answer your next question, I am also not interested in a threesome.>
“Besides that.” Jake rubs a hand over his face, smearing the makeup that Rachel insisted isn’t makeup across his skin. “What else?”
“I learned that, on second thought, lime green is not your color.” Rachel frowns. “I’m not sure the look works at all. You can take the boy out of the WalMart jeans, but you can’t take the WalMart jeans out of the boy, I guess.”
“Can we please stay on topic?” Jake asks.
“Angelina Jolie’s a controller.” Cassie smiles sympathetically at Jake. “So are two of California’s state senators, and a handful of B-list actors. The Sharing is recruiting at the youth shelter, which is just all kinds of gross and awful, and they’re making a push to move into more schools across the county.”
<Also,> Ax adds, <We have the names of several more businesses that have donated to the Sharing, and are therefore possible yeerk pool entrances. I suggest we start with further research on Burt’s Taco Truck, although I sincerely doubt that any yeerk would have that magnificent grasp of the subtleties of spicy and umami. Still, it warrants much more extensive exploration.>
They rehash everything Ireiss 132 said, hinted at, or confirmed in response to Jake’s questions for nearly two more hours. By the end of it they’ve got a decent plan in place for how to ensure the Sharing can’t spread any more feelers into any more parts of the community, and the beginnings of an idea for how to discredit the whole organization. By then it’s getting late, so Jake and Marco and Rachel all split off to head home.
There’s a note pinned on the fridge when Jake walks in. Midget— Some chick keeps calling the house wanting to know when she’ll see you again. Call her back or get rid of her, but stop clogging up the line with your dumb teenage nonsense.
Jake stares at it in incredulity for several seconds. “Goddamn yeerks,” he says at last, and balls it up to throw in the trash.
A/N: Hey guys! This is my first imagine on this blog, so I hope you all like it! I hope to be able to post a new imagine daily, but we’ll just have to see where things go from here. Anyway, thanks for reading!
Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is one of the most well known girls in Riverdale. On the cheer squad, invited to all the parties, liked by all the jocks… But one day, in the student lounge, she does something…unexpected. All Jughead wants to know is: why?
Word Count: 1122
Reggie was an asshole. No one could deny that. But today, for some reason, he was being exceptionally asshole-ish.
“And Sheriff Keller’s grilling me, Mantle the Magnificent. ‘Cause I’d want Blossom dead. When he was, like, the only good quarterback we had,” Reggie comments. I don’t even attempt to hide the eye-roll I give him.
“I mean, let’s think about it. If a kid at Riverdale killed Jason, it’s not gonna be a jock, right? Now, let’s be honest. Isn’t it always some spooky, scrawny, pathetic Internet troll, too busy writing his manifestos to get laid? Some smug, moody, serial killer fanboy freak… like Jughead?”
Now that caught my attention. Jughead? Really? I don’t really know him too well, but he’s always seemed like a cool guy to me. There was no logical reason to drag him into this. But that’s the thing about Reggie, I guess. He doesn’t even know what logic is.
“What was it like, Suicide Squad? When you shot Jason? You didn’t do stuff to the body, did you? Like, after?”
I looked over at Jughead to see him leaning against the wall, rolling his eyes. “It’s called necrophilia, Reggie, can you spell it?”
I couldn’t help the laugh that slips past my lips. Reggie looks back at me, then turns to face Jughead. He leaps over the couch, saying, “Come here, you little-”
“Oh, come on, Reggie,” I say loudly. His head whips back around to look at me, so I continue.
“What are you doing here? Putting on a little display of power because he hurt your feelings?” My eyes flick over to Jughead, and I see the ghost of a smile dance across his lips. I stand up, gathering my things. “Really, it’s kind of pathetic, if I’m being honest,” I tell him. “You have to be a jerk to other people to feel good about yourself, and then when they don’t let you make them feel bad, you get yourself suspended from school because you have to hit them to make sure your little posse doesn’t think less of you?” I shrug, making eye-contact with him. “Personally, I like Jughead,” I smile. “He’s different. Honest. Real,” I say, avoiding his gaze. “And he’s nothing like you,” I spit. His eyes widen. Then, I give him my sweetest smile, and say, “But that’s just my opinion.” I flip my hair over my shoulder and strut out of the room, everyone’s eyes on me.
I opted out of the party at Cheryl’s tonight. On top of the fact that I really didn’t feel like going anyway, I don’t think people have gotten over the whole scene with Reggie from earlier today. Cheryl Blossom’s house is really the last place I want to be right now.
That’s why I came to Pop’s instead. The smell of fries wafting through the air hits me as soon as I walk in to the little diner. I pull out a seat at the bar, and order some fries with a chocolate milkshake. After a few minutes of waiting, my food is delivered to me. I begin dipping my fries in my shake when somebody comes over and sits down next to me, stealing some of my fries. I look up to find the one and only Jughead, laptop and all, looking at me curiously. I mimic his facial expression, furrowing my eyebrows and looking at him intensely.
“Why did you do that?” he asks sternly.
“Do what?” I reply, copying his tone of voice.
“You know what,” he tells me, rolling his eyes.
“Put Reggie in his place, you mean?” He doesn’t respond, just takes more of my fries and looks at me expectantly. “It was the truth,” I say with a shrug. “He’s a jerk and I’m tired of his shit. So called him out on it,” I finish, looking him in the eyes.
“Yes, but he’s a jerk all the time, to everyone. So why today?” he presses.
I tuck my hair behind my ear. “He was being an asshole. He called you out for no reason. It was ridiculous.”
“You don’t even know me. I could really be some- how did he put it- serial killer fanboy freak?”
For a second, I think that might be a smirk on his face. “Well,” I tell him, “that would be a shame.”
“Why’s that?” he asks quizzically.
“Because that would mean that I’d have to admit that Reggie was right, which would probably crush my soul.”
A real smile graces his features, and he even laughs. “You know, you’re not like them,” he tells me. I raise my eyebrows in question. “Like those other popular kids you’re always around. They’re nothing like you.”
“As in they’re bitches and I’m not?” I ask playfully, taking a sip of my shake. Again, the corners of his mouth twitch upward in a half-grin.
“Kind of, yeah, I guess. You’re just…not what I expected you to be,” he says honestly.
“And what did you expect? Some snobby, stuck-up rich bitch who doesn’t care about other people?”
“Not exactly…” he says unconvincingly.
I scoff. “Sorry to disappoint.”
He gives me that “really?” look, tilted head and all, and I just grin.
“I just hate that people assume the kind of person I am based on the people they see me around. They don’t even know me.”
“Well, I’m getting to know you,” he says, “and you’re definitely not like them.”
I smile and pretend to glance down at a watch that I’m not wearing. “Look at us, Jones. Our first fight and make up in under a minute. I think we could really pull this off.”
He smirks. “Pull what off?”
“Anything,” I tell him, my eyes gleaming with excitement. “But when you have something specific in mind, let me know.”
He stares at me for a second, then says, “How about friends?”
I smile at him. “Friends it is then.”
And that’s that. We sit there at Pop’s, my new friend Jughead and I, sipping on milkshakes and sharing fries. And I finally realize what it’s like to have a real friend.
Summary: To say it’s unusual to have a soulmate is an understatement, and most people desperately wish to have an elegant name scrawled upon their wrist. In reality though, you’d have to say it causes much more issues than it solves.
the studio and just sitting in on one of Shawn’s sessions was always one of
your favorite things. You didn’t want to
have a career in the entertainment industry, but seeing the process of
everything behind making an album captivated you since the first time you saw
You sat on
the outside of the booth with a table full of snacks that Shawn requested. Playing on your phone, or scrolling through
social media, was what you did while you listened to him. He was in the middle of recording some vocals
for a piano ballad he wrote. His voice
was your favorite thing to listen to and it soothed every part of you. You couldn’t hear the music he was singing along
to, but from hearing the verse he was singing, you knew that this would be your
favorite song off his next album.
Okay! So, we have a bit of a problem! Yeah… it’s come to my attention that some of my fave people are feeling a little down… unappreciated… uncared for… and we cannot let this stand! SO, I have some things to say. And… yes, this will probably be one long a** post but… please bear with me?
First things first. I’m still relatively new to this community. I don’t know everyone. I’m 10000% sure of that. Which means I will probably not get everyone… (I’m like 100000% sure I /haven’t/ gotten everyone!) And for that I am sorry… BUT, if you’d like to help me fix it you can! Please do! It’s super easy! Just send me one of the <3 + URL things, and I’ll do my best to add them to the list! Or, or, or! You could reblog this and add them yourself!!
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@smolsickficwriter : You are honestly the best! Like, whether you choose to write sickfic again or not I love you! I wouldn’t even be on Tumblr if not for you! I’m always here if you wanna chat! *hugs* <333 Plus Kel and Anslem are the first ocs I read about on here, and I love them so freaking much! There are a great many of your fics which I keep bumping to the top of my likes!
@cabbagespoon : Your writing is flipping gold! And I know I’ve already commented that on a fic but it’s true. Entirely true. Your fics are beyond fabulous, and I look forward to every single one!
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@its-a-goddamn-heartbreak : You literally encourage every. Single. Freaking. Blog. I don’t really know how you do it? You sent my first ever ask, and I know I took forever and a half to fill it (im sorry) but I will never forget that! Your ocs are also really, really awesome! I especially like Ruairi and Saoirse!
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@dont-look-so-good : You’re one of the first people I got up the courage to talk to, and I really couldn’t be more thankful? You’re one of the sweetest people I know! And I love you so much! I love reading your fics! Alistair and Julius are the actual cutest. Like, ever. And /Jasper/!! That boy is adorable! *legit gathering all the blankets to wrap him in rn*
@i-am-too-sick : Heey hun! You’re gorgeous, and your writing is gorgeous… just all the gorgeousness is on this blog. You’re also one of the first blogs I followed, and I love, love, love reading your fics! *sighs* You always manage to fill my Soleangelo cravings. And you do it so well! I love those two, but I don’t think I could ever write them and you just… basically blow my mind with how good you are at it??
@brites : SO, I’ve been sorta high-key stalking this blog… the fics are all superb, and there is. So. Much. Fic. Like, to the point where I’m dubious about my ability to read it all? And I read a Lot… But basically I love this blog so much, and everyone should check them out! *waves v nervously* You guys are all crazy good writers and I really admire you all!
@sickandvomiting : Okay, so Victor and Saoirse are really adorable! I love them so much! And also… Max and Oscar! I really, really like those two! You’re also another one of the blogs I followed when I first joined Tumblr, and I’m so glad we’ve had the chance to talk! Btw that garlic pan seared steak was so, so, SO good! Thank you for enlightening me and broadening my steak eating horizons!
@sickficlover : Eek! Hi! You were both my second note and the second person I followed on Tumblr!! I love your blog! You’re such a great writer, and I honestly admire your skill so much! I can’t wait for more fics!
@tomato-sickfics : Your ocs give me life! Pretty much everything about Bradley and Cade is my favourite! They’re so freaking adorable! And their interactions are the best! I’m always excited to read your fics, and I think you seem like a really cool person! I’d love to get to know you!
@feelingalittlesick : Overdose is so cool! I love it! How did you guys come up with that idea?! Junsu and Daehyun are perfect! The characters are all so well developed, and I kinda want to punch Changmin in the face… like… a lot? … All the time? … Forever and always? Eh, I think you get the idea:)
@nerdlycharming : Hiya! We haven’t talked in a while! I’d love to talk more if you’re up for it! You always reblog the best stuff though! Like I stalk your blog pretty much anytime I’m bored because I know you’ll have reblogged something great! I think I found a good 10% of the blogs I follow through your reblogs? And your art is fan/freaking/tastic! I wish I had even an ounce of your skill!
@itisasign : *squeals* Okay! So! I love your Voltron fanfics so much! You write them so well! And you seem like a really nice person, and I’d love to chat sometime!
@totallyexhausted : Here’s the deal. You are an incredible writer!! Your Yuri on Ice fics are SO FLIPPING GOOD! And your headcanons are the actual best! I want to write like every single one of them and I hardly even write fanfiction, and when I do I’m like maybe sorta really bad at it? Ugh! I love your writing! Keep it up!
@thesickficsideblog : You’re another of my fave Voltron blogs! I love all your writing and hope to see more of it in the future!! *hugs*
@emetoandotherthings : Est!! I hope you know that I love pretty much every single thing about every single one of your ocs!! … Except for Mattie… *shudders* that boy can stay away. Far, far away. It’s honestly not fair though! I’m like really high-key in love with Lyle and /why is he not real/?? Ugh. Life is /soOOoO/ unfair. But for real, I’m always looking forward to your next fic! Love you! (ps: yes! tummy sleepers!! <3)
@taylor-tut : Hey there! So I may have had a mini freak out when I saw that little notification that you had followed me… You’re like the best Lump Mother one could ever ask for, and I love you so much? I hope you’re doing well and I can’t wait to read more fics!
@emetofiend2dand3d : Both your art and your writing is fabulous! I love it all! And I’m crazy excited for the next part of the fic where Rei witnesses a car accident! That fic is gold, and I’m so, SO ready for more!
@tossing-cookies : Your YOI fics are super great! I honestly love them so much and have read and reread them more times than I can count… Like… I think I’ve bumped a few of them to the top of my likes at least 4 or 5 times!
@yoisickfics : Ah! I love your fics! Your ideas are so great, and I love reading your work! I’m really excited to read more in the future!!
@toosicktoocare : You’re one of my favourite blogs ever! Ki, you have such great content! And for all my fave fandoms? You write so much and so well and I really, really admire your skill! You’re actually the whole reason I got into BMC!!
@sneezehq : Okay, Domestic Bliss is the BEST!! I love it so freaking much!! I’ve rec’d it to multiple friends, and they all really liked it as well! So we fangirled over it for hours! And I still can’t pick a fave chapter since they’re all so good, but I think one of my fave lines is: ‘Maybe Yuri tried to summon a demon in his room again, and was successful this time?’ I can’t wait for more! And this goes for all of your writing as well!!
@mypoorfaves : So, this blog I stalked. I def stalked this blog… Because the fics are so good and I love them all so much, and you and Casper are the reason I started watching YOI. I just love all of your fics incredibly much!
@lickstynine : James, your ocs honestly feel /so real/! Like I told you this before, but it’s honestly so true. I feel like you’re writing fics about real people and not ocs! They are all so well developed, and it makes me so happy whenever I see that you’ve posted a new fic! Russ and Cody and the Di Roma boys are my faves! I love it when Lucas starts talking soothingly to his brothers in French! It’s just so cute! And I love them so much!!
@feelingsick : I’ve been following you for ages and for some reason I didn’t realise that I wasn’t following the OriginalSickfics… like I honestly don’t know how but anyways I love, love, love your writing! Angel… is an actual angel? I really, really hope you write more with him! Foster and Rory too! Those two are great! And your other ocs are all fabulous as well!
@fluffyllamas22 : Your Voltron fanfics are everything! They are so, so flipping good! I’m always ready for more fics from you! Like you write Shiro so well? And I really don’t know how? It’s sorta mindblowing? Also, Shiro can be your Space Husband so long as I can be your guy’s Space Daughter.
@hold-my-hair-back : Do I have enough words to express how much I love your writing? I don’t think so… But I can try!! I love your fics SOOO MUCH! Emmett and Aiden? Yeah, they are like THE OTP. They’re so lovely, and I just want to hug them and, and, and..! Basically if anyone doesn’t like them they can fight me. I will win. They are incredible. Nuff said.
@cubesickocs : I only found this blog recently, but already I have so many questions! Like, I wanna know everything about all your ocs!! Especially Elias and Vic and Blaine!! I love everything I’ve read about them so far!
@seasicklover : I am in love with your ocs Jax and Marcus! I love their relationship so much! I can’t wait for more fics with the two of them!!
@emetofeels : So, I’m kinda obsessed with Jay and Elliot? They’re such sweeties! I love 'em so much! When I found your blog, I binge read basically everything about them! I’m ridiculously excited for more!
@builder051 : Okay, another blog I just recently found! I LOVE your fics though, and I can’t wait for more! You write Bucky and Steve so well? I’ve been looking for more stuff for them, so I’m really glad I found you!!
Alright! There we go! Please let me know who I’ve missed! Or reblog and add them yourself! I’m sure there are tons of creators out there who should be on this list as well!
Could you please talk about trans boy Adrien? That would be amazing
hello i said i was going to bed but that’s a LIE because trans boy adrien. infinitely more important than sleep
the first person he tells is chloe
they’re painting each other’s nails and chloe’s first response is “if you tell me i need to redo these nails because they’re pink i am literally never speaking to you again i spent almost an hour on this gradient pattern”
chloe is the most aggressively supportive person and that’s honestly just what adrien needs
she buys him his first binder before he’s out to anyone else and he tries it on in her room
“how does it feel?”
*deadpan* “no way what a surprise”
they spend several hours goofing around with hairstyles and trying to figure out what would fit adrien best
he’s always kind of preferred short hair and he’s finally got the chance
he’s still not out though so he just gets it cut into a bob (gabriel flips out) and chloe cuts her hair to her shoulders because solidarity against the man aka gabriel agreste
chloe also helps adrien try out a few names although they can’t really find any they like all that much
to each their own but i personally think that gabriel would’ve been super supportive when adrien came out to him
like it’s not even a question gabriel just automatically starts switching things over to what adrien wants/needs/is comfortable with
what kind of clothes he wants to wear in shoots, what kind of makeup, what kind of hairstyle, etc
it’s the most control adrien’s had over his modeling career in literally his entire life
it’s kind of overwhelming but not in a bad way more of a ‘oh my god my father is giving me attention’ kind of way
gabriel is the one who suggests the name adrien because it was adrien’s mom’s first choice of baby name
like first first like the first name following the sentence let’s start thinking about baby names
adrien starts modeling things that are a lot more gender neutral
he gets more binders and nathalie is like a hawk making sure he’s taking them off and stretching when he has them on for long periods of time
she will actually drag him away if he’s wearing one while exercising she is very serious about adrien’s health
when adrien comes out to the public it’s in a single article that he had complete editing capabilities over
adrien mostly stays away from social media just because it’s easier than having to have someone monitor an account but chloe is all over it so she sends him screenshots of positive responses and messages of support
(he saves all of them in a folder for bad days)
once he’s out, he starts modeling clothing for men and boys
and by that i mean the clothing is in the men and boys sections of magazines because like hell you could take skirts and puffy dresses away from adrien
he’s very vocal about being trans especially because he knows he has privilege
adrien being trans is another reason gabriel is against public school because he wasn’t sure how it would be handled
yeah but that’s cool and it’s handled very well and all his classmates are very supportive and all that
and something adrien really likes about school is that for the most part he’s just adrien? he’s not like the trans model™️
cause mostly people just let him model but there will always be questions in interviews about what’s it like being one of the few mainstream trans models and sometimes it gets a little tiring
the first thing he thinks when he first transforms into chat noir is ‘nat is going to kill me’ because he can’t tell if his binder is on under all this spandex and there’s no way he’s allowed to be running around like this in a binder
he’s surprised by how chill plagg is about the whole thing and plagg is literally like “kid. i’ve been around for 5000 years. i’ve seen everything. there’s nothing strange about this”
sometimes when he’s not feeling great about his body he’ll put on the biggest sweatshirt he can find and curl up with video games (any zelda is his first go to)
ok listen adrien joining the school gay straight alliance and going over marinette’s to make rainbow cookies and making a mess of the kitchen this is very important
Anonymous said: Hey! Love ur imagines so frickin much omfg😍😍 could u write an imagine where my crush is sad about his parents divorcing and we get to talking and I cheer him up a lot and we hang out a lot and become really great friends?
A/N: Aww, thank you so much Anon for that sweet compliment!!! I am SUPER sorry for getting to your request so late. Hope this makes up for it! <3 Keep dreaming!~Logan
This was the fifth day that c/n had missed school. The fifth day he had been marked absent. The fifth day that I hadn’t seen his handsome face or passed him in the halls or gotten the chance to exchange a hello.
I missed him horribly, to say the least. But the worst part was the bundle of nerves in my stomach that hadn’t left since the first day he didn’t arrive to class. For some reason, I felt like I could sense something was wrong. Like there was more to the story than him just missing a week of school. I couldn’t appease myself with the reassurance that he was probably just sick or maybe had taken an impromptu vacation. I couldn’t be calmed by any lame reasons I thought up of why he was missing for so many days.
I was sitting on the grass, eating my lunch outside where tons of other kids had decided to take their lunch outside as well and take advantage of the pleasant weather. Where I was sitting though was farther away from everyone else. My friends were absent today so I was alone, and picking at the grass on the lawn.
“You mind if I take a seat by you?” A tentative voice asked from behind.
My head whipped around to meet the eyes of C/n. I was taken aback. What was he doing here so late? My body felt like it removed a hundred pound brick from my stomach, though and I moved aside my lunch bag to make room beside me.
“Not at all,” I smiled, shyly.
We had never really talked much aside from friendly smiles and the occasional greetings and “how are you”s. But I had harbored a crush on him for awhile and this was something I’d only dreamt about happening.
He sat cross-legged next to me, heaving a sigh that made me feel heavy. Maybe my anxieties about him hadn’t been off. I looked closer at him as he pulled out a simple sandwich and apple from his backpack. His eyes had shadows that weren’t normally so dark, the redness rimming his irises making him look weary and suspiciously like he’d been crying. His lips were set in a tight line, chapped. His normally well-kept hair was covered in a beanie in a poor attempt to contain the wild shock of hair underneath. His clothes looked rumpled and hung off his hunched shoulders.
Yeah, something was definitely up.
“It’s good to see you,” I smiled softly, hesitating.
I didn’t want to push him into talking about stuff he’d rather avoid but questions were threatening to spill out of my mouth.
He turned his head to look at me and that’s when I knew for a fact he’d definitely been crying. His brows furrowed a bit.
“Yeah? I guess my homeless look suits me pretty well, hm?” He joked, but his smile didn’t reach his eyes.
“We all have those days. Had a rough day?”
“Try rough couple of months,” he mumbled, a frown settling over his face.
Suddenly he looked up, regret written over his face.
“Forget I said that. I didn’t meant to bother you by sitting down. I just didn’t feel like talking to my friends and you’re always so easy to be around– and now I’m rambling,” he cut himself off.
“Hey,” I said, and he looked up from picking at his sandwich. “I totally get it. You want some space. And you’re not bothering me. I like your company and if you have anything you want to get off your chest, I’m all ears,” I said, smiling reassuringly at him.
“Thanks, y/n. It’s been a stressful week what with not being here to understand my homework, and dealing with my parents’ divorce, and my friends being the careless bastards that they are,” his shoulders slumped even more, and I wanted to reach out and pull him into a hug.
“I’m really sorry about your parents. I had no idea,” I whispered.
He shrugged, trying to pass it off as not a big deal.
“Is that why you’ve been gone?”
“Yeah. Frankly, I’m surprised you noticed. None of my other friends have.”
“I noticed the first day you didn’t show. I was honestly worried about you. God, I sound like a creep,” I shook my head at myself, instantly regretting my words.
“No, actually, it’s really nice to hear,” he said, his sunken eyes looking deep into mine. “My parents have been working on this divorce for awhile and any day where we said hi and you smiled at me really made my spirits lift. Even if just for a bit. I feel kinda lame talking about all my problems when this is the first real conversation we’ve had,” he confessed, looking apologetic.
“There’s no rules for how to talk to people. At least, not with me. I’d much rather have you tell me about your bad months than suffer through awkward, forced small talk,” I chuckled.
That got a real chuckle out of him and I savored the rough albeit soothing sound of it.
“In all seriousness though, I’m really sorry you have to go through that. And you really don’t look bad, by the way. In fact, I’m kind of digging the beanie,” I bumped my shoulder into his playfully, eliciting another laugh out of him.
“What about my hair? What do you think of the style?” He asked, flipping his hair like those snotty girls do in movies.
I giggled. “It suits you. Looks rebellious.”
“Wow, didn’t know I’d be capable of pulling off a rebellious look,” he said, chuckling along with me.
A few minutes of silence followed while we chewed on our lunches before c/n spoke up.
“I know we’ve only had a real conversation today, but I was wondering if you wanted to hang out at the mall tomorrow? We could look around some stores and get some of those delicious cinnamon rolls?” He asked, eyes finally lighting up with what I could only describe as hope.
“I’d love to!”
Two weeks had passed and though we had only gotten to know each other recently, I already felt like I knew c/n for years.
His parent’s divorce was taking a toll on him, so when we talked and hung out I always made sure to keep the conversation light, unless he wanted to talk in-depth about his parents. I savored those moments when I cracked a joke and his dull eyes that used to shine brightly would spark again and for a moment he was his old self.
Still, is situation was hard on him. Some days he showed up to school looking how he did that first day we talked and the only words he would say to me were hi and goodbye. Still, I stayed by his side even when he chose not to speak. I knew he needed my company, needed someone by his side, showing him they loved him no matter his mood.
Today, I sat squirming in my seat, my eyes darting to the clock. The bell would ring any minute and c/n still hadn’t walked through the door. It seemed I had become just as addicted to his company as he was to mine. Right as the bell rang and our teacher was closing the door, he bursted through, bloodshot eyes and all.
It took me only one glance for me to know he’d been balling his eyes out before he’d come.
He darted to his seat, not wanting to draw attention to himself and sat down behind me. As the lecture began, I let my arm drop down to my side and reach back. Not even a moment passed before I felt his warm palm slide into mine and I squeezed his hand, offering what little strength I could to him.
This had become a thing we did. Days when words failed for the sadness he felt or when we simply felt like being connected in some way, I’d reach behind me and hold his hand from my seat in front of him. I liked the intimacy of it. It was shy, but calming and the comfort we both got from it benefited us greatly.
Class couldn’t have ended soon enough and I pulled c/n out of the room before the rush of students could block the hallways. Without grabbing a hold of his hand, I led him to a quiet corner near our lockers.
When I finally turned to him, I simply dropped my backpack to the floor and flung my arms around him. His body reacted immediately, his arms wrapping around my body cocooning me in his comforting embrace. Our bodies were pressed flush against one another and I couldn’t think of something I’d ever experienced before that was so bitter-sweet. A few sniffles escaped from c/n’s mouth and were muffled by my hair, which he had buried his face into.
“It’s ok. I’m here. I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere,” I whispered to him.
I pulled back just enough to see his face, every inch of the rest of our bodies still pressed against each other.
A tear slipped from his eye, and I brushed it away gently with the soft pad of my thumb. The vulnerability with which he looked at me struck my heart and I reached up a bit to place a feather-light kiss to the cheek that had just been dampened by a tear.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he said, his arms holding me tighter.
“Well, you certainly wouldn’t be ditching class that’s for sure,” I said, a hint of a smile tugging at my lips.
His eyes widened when he realized what I was implying.
Fifteen minutes later, I had taken him to a nearby flower shop. On the way, I’d bought us hot chocolate because that had always seemed to help him cheer up a bit.
But now, we perused the flowers in the shop, losing ourselves in the sweet scents they were giving off and feasting our eyes on the brilliant colors surrounding us.
“Y/n check this one out,” c/n said, tugging my on my hand.
I smiled as he brought me over to a beautiful bouquet of peonies.
“They’re beautiful,” I breathed.
“They have such a soft color. But they’re not small, they have personality. They take up space. Just like you,” he smiled, looking at me with earnest eyes.
“You calling me fat, c/n?” I asked, smirking.
“No!” He exclaimed, then laughed as I laughed with him. “God, no. I’m saying, that just like these flowers have a gentleness about them they’re not without personality. Look at how they fill up an empty vase. Just like how you filled up my empty heart,” he finished, entwining his fingers with mine.
And that was the first day we referred to each other not only as best friends but as sweethearts, too.