I love the Victuuri fluff prompts you post!! The baking vlogger Victor one in particular made my heart all warm and fuzzy (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡
aaaaaaaa omg thank you! <3
here’s a little something, then:
The idea came up when they were done with the season and brainstorming different ways of enjoying each other’s company in their first off-season together in St. Petersburg. It didn’t matter who’d thought of it first, what mattered was that, at some point, they’d both agreed it would be a sweet idea and that they’d have a lot of fun doing it.
After a couple of days of research, they record a cooking video. Yuuri offers to record (still somewhat camera shy, Victor knows, but he dismisses that saying he’s had enough experience helping Phichit record videos) and Victor, with Makkachin’s well-behaved support, are the stars of the show.
Their video goes viral in a matter of minutes. It’s impressive.
It starts off very simple: a shot with a happy Makkachin lolling her tongue and a cute little mug cake on the counter with a simple handwritten title overlaid on it. Then, it transitions to a very cozy and domestic Victor Nikiforov, who waves at the camera with a bright smile. Makkachin, at his side, wags her tail.
“Hi! I’m Victor Nikiforov and today I’ll share my personal, homemade mug cake recipe! It’s very simple and quick to make, an ideal snack for a rainy afternoon like today when you want to relax at home and watch some movies,” he winks playfully at the camera. “After I’m done baking, my recipe is going to be judged by the best mug cake connoisseur who is going to give it a score based on taste, appearance and…"
He waggles his eyebrows comically as the camera zooms in his face - perhaps a bit too close when only Victor’s eyes are in the shot. He hesitates, his dramatic expression breaking when Yuuri bursts out laughing off camera, and it abruptly cuts.
Victor is smiling on the next shot as if he’s been laughing for the past five minutes, and his clear effort to keep it together is adorable.
“Alright, as I was saying, my mug cake is going to be judged on taste, appearance and overall presentation - ‘is it a mug cake?’ is the question we’re trying to answer here today. With me, I have Makkachin - say hi, Makka!” Makkachin wags her tail vigorously. “She’s going to give me moral support - something of dire importance when you’re baking mug cake. Let’s get the ingredients!”
On a quick little montage, all items are displayed on the pristine kitchen counter. Those with keen eyes can tell that Yuuri is the mastermind behind that staged shot, all ingredients neatly placed and ready to be mixed. Again, overlaid handwritten instructions with cute little arrows point out how many portions are going to be needed.
“I came up with this recipe when I was living with Yakov and Lilia,” he says, and it’s clear he’s not speaking to the audience because he keeps looking at his fiancé off-camera as he beats an egg in the mug. “They were very strict about my diet when I was off-season, and I’d crave sweet things so I ended up making a small-sized cake using the least utensils possible.”
“And what are you doing now?” Yuuri’s sweet voice says off-camera, zooming in on Victor, who looks at him in confusion.
“The mug cake,” he states the obvious, pouring milk into the mug. Yuuri chuckles.
“You have to tell us! You have to talk to the camera, Vitya!”
“Oh!” He laughs. “Right, yes, so… Uh… After you’re done beating the egg you’re going to add oil and milk and mix it well - you know, that wet ingredients and dry ingredients rule. Is it a rule?”
“I don’t know,” Yuuri hums.
“Well, OK. I’m using the same spoon to pour and mix the ingredients because… It’s always the same spoon. And I don’t want to wash a lot of dishes.”
“Exactly,” Victor chuckles as he adds chocolate powder and mixes carefully, all under Makkachin’s curious gaze. “So now we start adding the dry ingredients, but you have to be careful-” the camera switches to his face and zooms comically again, and the shot is all Victor’s eyes, sometimes only his mouth “-because you don’t want the flour to, uh, make bubbles. Bubbles?”
“Yeah, it gets…” Yuuri is very clearly trying not to laugh. “You have to mix it well, got it.”
“Exactly, you don’t want to find flour bombs in your mug cake,” the shot is in Victor’s hands as he adds sugar. “So we’re going to mix these first and leave flour and yeast last. Yuuri?”
“All of me?”
All you can see is Victor’s hand on the screen, with his golden ring shining poetically.
The next shot is serious again, with Victor adding spoonfuls of flour with a tense expression.
“What’s wrong, babe?”
Victor hesitates, with a spoon in one hand and sack of flour in the other, staring at the mug.
“I think I put too much flour.”
“What do I do?” He bursts out laughing. “Oh, no!! I screwed up! It was supposed to be three spoons and I put four full ones? Help me, Yuuri!!” Victor whines, looking at the camera with supplicant eyes as he slowly swirls the ingredients in the mug.
“I can’t, I’m the cameraman,” he says with a chuckle.
“Makkachin!! Help me!!”
“You’re getting flour all over your shirt,” Yuuri laughs, and Victor pauses to look at the mess he’s made.
A quick montage comes up with a close-up shot of Victor mixing the flour in the mug then adding some yeast. The tragedy, it seems, was limited to Victor’s drama, because the mixed ingredients look pretty good.
When it transitions to Victor again, the camera is positioned closer, and it’s clear Victor cannot look away from his gorgeous cameraman.
“Now that Makkachin has saved the day - thanks, Makka! - we are going to put it in the microwave for three minutes. And be careful, it’s going to be super hot when it’s done, so wait a few minutes until it’s cooled down before eating.”
Another quick montage of the mug spinning in the microwave, Victor cleaning up the counter and Makkachin being a good girl plays to the sound of a light, cheery music. Then, the microwave beeps and Victor picks the mug carefully and sets it on the counter.
Back to its original placement, the camera now frames Victor, Yuuri and Makkachin, all looking excited about the mug cake.
Looking at the camera, Victor announces:
“So now I have here, with me, an authority in mug cakes,” Yuuri hides his smile behind his hand as he gazes at Victor. “A man who has traveled around the world looking for the perfect mug cake recipe and who is going to judge my homemade mug cake with the highest of standards. Isn’t that right, Yuuri?”
Yuuri, blushing, nods and tries to appear serious.
“Should I mouth-feed you the bite?” Victor asks in all seriousness. And Yuuri, apparently forgetting about the camera, smiles and nods at him.
“What am I judging you on?"
"Oh,” Victor pauses with the fork in his hand. “You have to give me a score based on taste, appearance and is it a mug cake?”
“So, please, have a look,” he gestures at the mug and Yuuri steps closer, inhaling a deep breath and humming in approval.
“It smells amazing. And it looks a bit…” Yuuri shakes his head, “I think I can see some flour you didn’t manage to mix.”
“But I’m intrigued. Let’s taste it!”
And, in what could possibly be the most romantic scene in all video, Victor takes a forkful of chocolate cake and feeds it to Yuuri, his other hand automatically reaching to caress his cheek. Yuuri gazes back into his eyes, fluttering his eyes shut as he tastes the bite and nods, eyes closed. Victor watches him expectantly, his hand seemingly forgotten on Yuuri’s cheek and grazing the pad of his thumb like it’s a natural instinct.
“It’s very good.”
Victor sighs with relief, laughing with Yuuri at his own reaction.
“It tastes sweet, but not too sweet, you know?”
“Exactly! I had to fool Yakov somehow - sorry, Yakov.”
“I really like it, this is delicious,” Yuuri pokes him for another bite.
“OK, but the final question…”
“… Is it a mug cake?”
Victor nods, expectantly. And taking his time, Yuuri grabs another bite and chews on it, pondering, raising an eyebrow just to tease Victor.
“It is a mug cake.”
Victor cheers, asking Makkachin for a high-five and giving Yuuri a gentle kiss on his cheek, wrapping him in a hug as Yuuri chuckles.
“Final score?” He asks, excited.
“I’d give this mug cake a gold medal.”
“Wow! Yuuri!” Victor beams, wrapping his arms tighter around Yuuri. “Alright, and what should we do next?”
Tapping his chin with his finger (a classic Nikiforov quirk), Yuuri takes a moment to think about it.
“Cookies!” Victor echoes, excited. “Do you know how to bake cookies?”
“Perfect! For my next video, we will have a very special guest,” he winks at the camera. “Thanks for watching!”
Q1. Your dream job when you were a child? A badminton player when I was in elementary school. After that my parents bought me a computer so I got into gaming and wanted to do a job about gaming.
Q2. How did the members celebrate your birthday in 2017? We were all practicing singing and dancing and the lights suddenly went off, then the door was opened and Jimin-san and V-san came in holding a cake.
Q3. When do you feel like you have become an adult! I turned 20 in Japanese age in September! But actually I’m still a kid at heart, so truthfully I don’t really feel like I have become an adult.
Q4. In which moment do you feel like you’re still a kid? For example, when I watch and think about a video or an interview. When I read people’s comments, I feel like even with the same question, they think from a much bigger point of view than me. That’s when I feel like maybe I’m still lacking in depth.
Q5. A work that touched you recently? “Love, Rosie”. It made me touched because it’s a sweet but sad love story.
Q6. The kind of song you’re planning to compose? Song of styles like future base and chillstep which I enjoy and listen to a lot.
Q7. Favorite dessert? The Japanese snack kinako mochi. I like that it melts in my mouth because it’s just so fluffy! Also I ate cheesecake before the photoshoot for <non-no>. That one was delicious too♡
Q8. How do you take care of your beautiful voice? I don’t pay particular attention to it… Like I just sing with my original voice I’ve had since I was born…
Q9. Any habit? Covering my nose when I yawn. Not mouth but nose somehow. (laughs) And I pull the baby hair on my face unconsciously. I know about these things because fans told me.
⚬genre⇁smut, slight humor, drama || brother’s best friend!au
⚬ warnings⇁public indecency, dirty talk, a lot of teasing, jimin’s porn preferences, and boobs
⚬ word count⇁6.3k
The long time running game between you and your brother’s best friend started when you noticed his fascination with boobs—yours specifically. It was never supposed to amount to more than harmless flirting and lingering glances, but now, one year later, Jimin was ready to change that.
alternatively: Jimin and you play a game. the loser is fucked. metaphorically. literally. all the above??
“So let me get this straight, your brother’s bringing his
girlfriend home for dinner this weekend and you ‘sorta’ blurted out that you
have a girlfriend too just because you want to prove that he’s wrong about you
not being able to keep a girl?”
Sheepishly, Jungkook smiles and rubs the back of his
neck. “Yeah, sorta.”
At his nonchalance, you lightly smack his chest; it’s not
like he’s going to feel anything if you straight out punch him anyway. “He’s
Alright, let’s get something straight here before we get started. I am not slandering the man, my rant is to ALL THE FREAKING IDIOTS SCREAMING HE’S A RACIST.
In layman’s terms, I’m calling out the people calling Felix out.
Look, do ANY of you even know what racism even is? I bet you don’t. Did he actually use the slur to directly insult a person, that one person or several? Or did he say it while playing a game?
Because if your answer is ‘while playing a game on a stream…’ then here’s my answer to you.
ITS A GAME! PEOPLE CURSE AND SLUR ALL THE TIME AT A GAME! How in blazes does that make him racist?!
Now, if he was playing a game and directly used it with ill intent toward the player(s) THEN we have a problem. But did he? No, he didn’t. So that tells me, everyone’s being butthurt over something that isn’t even a problem. Making mountains outta mole holes situation here.
And you’re making jackasses out of yourselves. -claps- Congrats, you won the ‘Fucking Idiot’ award.
The n word is just a word, and it has a very bad history. A very bad, bloody history and I understand that completely. But here’s the thing. If its an racist insult for anyone but a black person to say it, then WHY say it to themselves like its a friendly insult? Its NOT an exclusive word for one “race” to say. Its a goddamn word that no one has copyright to.
Because if that godforsaken word is SUCH a problem then by logic… NO ONE SHOULD SAY IT. And I mean NO ONE. Like I said, its not a special word exclusive to one race. Either EVERYONE gets to say it and everyone puts on their big kid pants and grow the hell up. Or NO ONE SAYS IT and we can be done with the mess.
Its been how many centuries and everyone is STILL hung up on that word? Has harsh as it is… move the fuck on. Jesus.
Now, the reason I’m saying all this is because I personally am just sick and tired that the ‘racism’ card has been used to flag the smallest of shit just because someone got triggered. Unless its an actual fucking problem to be address, that damn card has maxed out its credits a LONG ASS time ago. And needs to fucking stop. Like really. If you pull that crap over the smallest of shit, you look like a fool and deserve a smack across the back of your head.
Another reason I’m putting my two cents on here, is the amount of bullshit I’m seeing of how people are flipping out about Felix saying such a word and people are attacking his friends.
How in the HOLY HELL do his friends have ANYTHING to do with WHAT HE SAYS?!
Felix is an adult, HE takes responsibility for his actions and no one else. Why should Mark, or Jack or any other YouTuber that is friends with Felix have to take responsibility for his actions? Why?
Tell me why.
Because by that logic, YOU’REresponsible forall of your own friends’ actions. Your best friend in school? Let’s say they’re taking drugs and get caught. By your logic of the YouTubers having to take responsibility for Felix’s actions, you take responsibility for your friend’s choice to do drugs. Not very fair is it? Why should you, if it was your friend’s choice? Makes perfect sense by the logic you’re putting out there for YouTubers to do it.
But it doesn’t make sense does it?
Didn’t think so.
Mark, Jack… every other friend Felix has, they don’t owe you an apology for being friends with him. They can disagree with him and be a little disappointed but apologize to the public?
They don’t need to publicly call Felix out for anything for whatever the “fans” want.
If you honestly feel that way to the YouTubers, you might as well fucking unsub. They’re not gonna cause drama for your amusement and pleasure, to watch them snipe at each other for stupid shit. You can do that on your own time with your friends. And if you do that, then it proves you’re a terrible human being.
So if you’re hoping for that shit to happen then you’re sorely mistaken and can kindly fuck off. They have better shit to occupy their time with than to deal with drama they’re not even a part of.
Pairing: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader
(Platonic), Avengers x Reader (platonic)
Warning(s): the kinda language Steve would smh at
World Count: 3827
Author’s Note: I got so into this it’s not even funny. After like, two years of not doing anything on tumblr, it isn’t surprising that i write a Steve oneshot for the first time since.But on that note,I don’t only do Steve works, please
feel free to request other characters and/or fandoms: masterlist - prompt list.
Preference ★ Imagine ★ One Shot ★ Drabble
[Y/N] [Y/L/N] was an asshole. You were an asshole. You are an asshole.
You were slightly narcissistic with an ego as
big as the tower, you were very beautiful, and the last person on earth to ever
be considered shy.
That made you and Tony Stark best of pals
(most of the time), and you and Steve as foes (all the time). He wasn’t rude or
a jerk or at all hostile, Steve was just always on edge with you. He didn’t
know whether or not your jokes were jokes (you always reverted back to slitting
your enemy’s throats – Steve being a righteous guy and all, he wasn’t all that
optimistic with that choice), or if you really were here to save people and not
for the money the government and Tony Stark paid you — eh, what can you say,
it’s very, very good money.
Humble was also not on your list of qualities.
Bold red lips, a wide grin to showcase your
pearly white teeth, and heart shaped sunglasses. That was you in your room as
you blasted out music at exactly 2100 hours.
You and Steve shared a floor in the Avengers
Why? It was a decision that was absolutely not your choice, but you had no problem with it. Fucking with Steve was fun.
See, Tony had a whole floor to himself, same as Bruce and Vision. Nat and Clint were right
below them (Clint usually at his place with Laura, though), Sam and Scott also
had their own floor, Wanda and Pietro, then last but not least, Thor either in Asgard or London with Jane – which then pretty much left you and Steve
together. Peter kind of lived here during the day then and back at his apartment with May during the evenings. He was a total pest.
A knock went by unnoticed by you. But an upset
looking Steve did. He stalked into your (much larger) room and paused your
music. He turned and gave you a look.
You raised your brow as you paused your late
night dancing. You pushed your sunglasses further down your nose to peak up at
the Captain. “Captain.” You greeted, nodding your head towards the brooding soldier once. “May I help you?“ You raised your perfectly sculpted brow in questioning.
Steve took a deep breath and crossed his (also
very large) arms. “Your music was too loud and I’m trying to sleep. Can’t
you at least keep it down?”
You snorted. “It’s barely nine o'clock,
Steve rolled his eyes. “I’m not a
grandpa.” He grumbled with an offended frown. “Just turn it down, will you?”
You smirked and pushed your glasses back up.
“Oh, I’m sorry, have I spangled your stars, grandpa?”
With a final narrowed stare, Steve twisted his
Dorito-body around and stalked back to his room.
You chuckled and resumed to your midnight
dancing with wine.
That was the first time you got on his nerves.
It was also the first time you were on the receiving end of his very famous
The second time you received a stupid
look was during a mission - in the middle of combat, mind you. This stupid robot who called himself Ultron was trying
to ruin everything, and apparently, it was up to you and the rest of the Avengers to stop him – or it. It’s not that you wanted to. it was kind of what Tony Stark paid
you to do. And like hell would you pass up Tony Stark’s pay checks.
Steve trusted you now, at least. You only
saved his ass, like, a hundred (three) times after S.H.I.E.L.D. fell and
he found out his best friend from seventy years ago was still alive. A wild
ride, that year was.
Anyway, you and the team were in Sokovia
Fuck this shit, if the money wasn’t so good
you’d drop your signature double pistols and walk the opposite direction. But one, your pistols were very delicate (silver with diamonds), and you were asked very nicely to stay by Bruce - and you could never say no to Bruce.
In hindsight, the view wasn’t so bad and I guess – I guess – that saving people felt a little good (don’t tell anybody). Sokovia was so far high into the sky that you could have sworn that you could see angels flying around in the
distance – some helpful angels, huh.
The sky was beautiful, though. And so was Captain America’s
You beamed at the sight and turned to Steve. “Hey, Cap?” You called out, shooting a robot.
Steve grunted in acknowledgement as he kicked
another robot and decapitated it with his shield. “What?” He gave you a glance that barely lasted a second.
You shot another robot. Then another. Then another. Then you
turned to him. “Nice ass.”
That was look number two.
"Yes, Ms [Y/L/N]?”
"What’s your faculty on nicknames?”
"Activated by Mr Stark, Ms.”
"Huh … so, like, what are you allowed to call me?”
"Whatever you ask, Ms [Y/L/N].”
“Right, right … how about Supreme Leader [Y/L/N]?”
"Activated, Supreme Leader [Y/L/N].”
"Huh … thanks F.R.I.D.A.Y.”
"Of course, Supreme Leader [Y/L/N].”
Of course, that didn’t go unnoticed for long. You were eating dinner
with the team – something that didn’t happen often – and Steve took this time
to lecture the team about a mission in a few days time. Three days, to be exact. It was located in Paris, and you were all to attend a gala crawling with HYDRA agents, mercenaries, psycho bitches, and anything else in between.
“ – so we’ll go over the plans again after dinner – ”
You groaned loudly and threw your head back. You dropped your knife
loudly causing a clink made by the knife and plate. “Rogers!” You whined, “We
went over this yesterday! And this morning at breakfast! And two seconds ago while
I tried to enjoy my dinner in peace, fighting the urge to grab this fork and
shove it through my eye – ” you ignore his wince, “and now again tomorrow?! If you
even bring this stupid mission up again, I will resign.” You threatened. “Resign,
you hear me. R. E. S. I. G. N.” Drama Queen is also in your list of qualities.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y. tell him.”
Natasha rolled her eyes, Sam cleared his throat, Steve still had his
wince and sullen/guilty face, Clint looked bored as he played with his peas, Thor looked
confused, Pietro look amused, Wanda was too busy chatting up Vision, Scott was
– where was Scott? Tony had a smirk, and poor Bruce just didn’t know
where to look. Peter just chewed his chicken in anticipation, looking back and forth between you and Steve for a reaction.
F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice rang out soon enough. “Of course,
Supreme Leader [Y/L/N].” Then the AI began repeating your every word.
Natasha’s brow shot up. “Supreme Leader? Really?”
“ – And this morning at breakfast. And – ”
You shrugged your shoulders.
“ – seconds ago while I tried to enjoy my dinn – ”
Steve groaned. “That’s enough, F.R.I.D.A.Y., please stop.”
You rolled your eyes. “Traitorous bitch.” You mumbled.
Cue look number three.
The fourth time you received a look was when Steve was fixing a
lightbulb and he suddenly found himself on the floor. He did know you guys hired people for that kind of work, right?
Anyway, you and Pietro - bored as hell and without anything to do - you both decided to race
from the ground floor of the Avengers tower, to the very top – on foot – using
And the silver asshole was absolutely not
allowed to use his powers. If he did, you had every right to shoot him in the
shoulder with your trusty diamond pistols and he would have to take it like a man. He
promised so, himself. “Scouts Honour.” Pietro said, saluting you.
To which Wanda replied with a snort and, “What Scouts Honour?”
You were enhanced, yes, but you were tired. Not too much, just enough
not to be tired after running twenty-six flights of stairs. You and Pietro both
slammed into Steve’s ladder as he fixed a lightbulb.
You didn’t even bother looking back.
You could not lose this bet.
The entire time you ran, you repeated the same thing in your head over, and over again. Run, Forrest, Run! Whatever - If Pietro won, you had to massage him whenever he felt like it for an
entire month. If you won, well, he had to give you a piggy back ride
whenever you felt like it. Also for a month.
Steve was really upset after that. He wouldn’t look at you for a week,
and when he finally did, he gave you a long lecture about racing inside the
tower. “Blah, blah, blah, someone could get seriously hurt, blah, blah, blah,
if I see you two race again, blah, blah, blah.”
You leant over towards Pietro who sat beside you. He was also slouched on his chair, eyes looking at the ceiling in boredom. “Are you also feeling the urge to shove your foot up his ass?”
That was look number four.
Look number five + look number six was kind of your fault.
Steve had arrived after being gone for months. He, along with Sam, had
been off around the world searching high and low for James Buchanan Barnes. You
wanted to go, you really did. Despite your love for annoying the living shit
out of Steve, you still cared about him more than you let on. That was
not your fault. How? Well, you know the whole shebang:
Tragic back story: check. Trust issues: check. Daddy issues: check. Issues with not being able to express how you feel without wanting to
physically vomit: check.
However, it was in your job description to be able to read people. You were
an intelligent person. You knew a lot, you sensed a lot, you observed a lot. You just didn’t show it a lot. And without saying anything, you knew how people felt and most importantly,
what they needed.
And Steve just needed his own space – Sam excluded. You were actually kind of jealous of Sam (tell anyone, and you won’t live until the next day). Sam was kind of Steve’s
boyfriend (along with dear old Buck-a-roo and Tony).
So while he was gone, you kept your distance. Steve didn’t need any
more on his plate, let alone more of your shit. Whenever he called the team for a report or to simply catch
up, you never said anything. You had told the crew to just inform him that you
were on a mission, in the gym, or off gallivanting somewhere - anywhere, really.
Steve really cared about you though, you knew that. Every time he
called he’d see if you were there. And you were. You were there, right behind the monitor
that projected him along with the the camera that projected the team from your end. Your face would be resting on your hand, your elbow propped the table. You
actually smiled whenever he asked about you. It was cute.
Anyway, you kind of deserved look number five.
Steve had finally arrived with Bucky by his side. Sam had already said his
hellos and received his welcome-home handshakes and hugs. Steve stayed behind
the Quinjet for a few short minutes before hopping off and finally introducing the famous James Barnes.
But you didn’t know that.
And neither did Scott.
You two weren’t racing – nope. You were simply just running to get to
the last slice of cake in the main kitchen. In both your defence,
it was the last slice of the cake Pepper brought home from Paris. Paris. You loved Paris. And apparently, Scott did, too.If that wasn’t worth running
for, what the hell was?
You distinctly remember Pepper saying that it was from Paris, and that it was the best cake she’d ever tasted.
So, without looking, you barged through the team yelling bloody murder. Scott
was a little behind seen as though you’d throw whatever the hell you could at
him. That last slice was yours, and ramming, pushing, throwing off the
building, and threatening whoever you needed to just to that slice, you would
sure as hell do it.
You felt your hip slam into a corner of a table: ignored. You tripped over a step: ignored. You felt your shoulder ram into a very strong and metal-like object: ignored. You saw a couch: ignored + jumped over.
But alas, you held in your hand … the slice.
A grin erupted on your face. Poor Scoot looked crestfallen.
“Sorry, Lang. This one’s mine.” You grinned.
A clearing of the throat made you jump. What the hell did they want?
When you looked up, you saw the entire team + Steve + The Winter Soldier.
“Oh.” You trailed off. You gave Steve a sheepish smile. “Hi, Steve,
good to see you again. Did I tell you I missed you? Because I did.”
“Didn’t I tell you to stop running in the tower?” Steve stared into
your [Y/E/C] eyes with his blue ones.
“No. You told said to stop racing.”
Steve didn’t reply. Instead he gave you look number five.
You chuckled nervously and stalked towards them. “Sorry.” You looked to
Sam and gave him a large hug despite already giving him one earlier. Your right hand still refused to let go of the
platter of cake. Then you looked towards James Buchanan Barnes.
Steve cleared his throat. “Buck, meet [Y/N] [Y/L/N]. [Y/N] [Y/L/N],
Neither of you did anything. Just kinda stared at each other in
thought. He tried to read you while you tried to read him.
He was lonely.
Okay, you thought. So you reached your
right hand up and gestured him to take your plate. “Here you go. Nice to meet
Steve gave you another look, only, this one was different. It
looked funnier – more odd and curious. A look that you had never seen before. That was look number six.
And this time, you didn’t see anyone’s reactions. You just stared at
James Buchanan Barnes, while he stared at you, to the cake, then back to you again.
Thus, a beautiful friendship was born.
Few months later, Look number seven.
You found yourself in this position a lot, it
seems. It would be two in the morning, your head in your hands and your ears
As an agent, you were trained this way. Your
mind had its own mind. Every morning at exactly one o'clock your eyes would
flutter open, and without a single thought, your body would move almost
mechanically. You’d get up, wash your face, then throw a hoodie over your head.
Afterwards, you’d find yourself sitting on the edge of you bed, head in your
hands, and your ears waiting for Bucky.
After sleeping in the same floor as Steve and
Bucky, Bucky’s room was right across yours. Both your doors were so close you
could stand in the hall way, spread your arms, and you’d be able to touch both
your door knobs.
Insomnia was something you had as a child. It
came very naturally. So, as a cure, you’d take sleeping vitamins – not pills.
Though it would help you fall asleep, it was up to you to keep yourself asleep.
Five hours was your maximum. If your sleep was disturbed, that’s when you would
wake up every day from then on unless you trained yourself otherwise all over
again. That could take days, or even weeks going up to months.
So every day, it was up to you. You didn’t
want Steve waking up and losing precious sleeping hours. So instead of training
yourself to sleep for five hours all over again, you allowed yourself two hours
of rest every night. From then on, you’d stay awake and listen for Bucky’s
Then you’d find your feet silently landing on
the floor and rushing towards Bucky’s room.
Here are your steps:
Lightly press a pillow on Bucky’s metal arm and cover it.
Sit on his arm to keep him from attacking you.
Softly say his name as many times as it takes for him to wake
Press your body harder onto his as he thrashes around.
Then hug the hell out of him and cradle his head when he wakes
and begins to weep.
This would have been the one hundredth time
you’ve done this. Even now, you could still remember the fourth time you had done this. You had accidentally left
Bucky’s door ajar.
You were observant and smart.
You knew Steve was there.
You guessed you just took a little longer that time to wake Buck up.
You definitely saw Steve’s look then. And again,
this look was kind of different. It was a funny look that you had no idea how to read.
The fact that this look was so different, to say it irritated the hell out of you was an understatement. Out of the both of you, it was meant to be
you that got under his skin.
You hated feeling this way.
Nowadays, you’ve been more confused than in control.
Back then, you saw Steve, you’d feel the
urge to irritate the hell out of him. But now, you’d see Steve, and suddenly, you’d feel a funny
feeling in your stomach.
So, naturally, you absolutely despised him for it.
Tonight – or morning – when Bucky woke up, he didn’t cry. He just asked if you
were hungry. And, naturally, you had said yes. You were always hungry.
Soft music was playing. You didn’t want to
wake up Steve, after all. So you stood in the kitchen of your floor and began
making pop tarts. Bucky was sitting by the kitchen island while you decided to
cheer him up. While the pop tarts were cooking up, you decided to change the
music to pop. Then you began dancing.
You were not a dancer. Add that to your list of non-existent
You sort of just threw your hands in the air
and hoped for natural rhythm to save your dignity.
Bucky looked somewhat amused, so that was the goal accomplished.
It all came to an end when Steve cleared his
throat. He stared at Bucky in a way that made all of you uncomfortable. Bucky
was going to be just fine, that’s what you thought, anyway. Steve thought
otherwise. Steve treated him like a broken vase.
That’s how you and Bucky got so close.
You refused to look or listen to any of Steve’s old war stories about Buck. Thus, why you
called Bucky “James”.
He wasn’t the Bucky he was in the 40’s. And he wasn’t The Winter Soldier, either. He was someone else.
Steve’s eyes bounced from you, to Bucky, then
from Bucky, to you. “[Y/N], maybe now isn’t the time to – ”
“No, Steve,” Steve’s eyes snapped towards
Bucky, “it’s fine.” Bucky said quietly. “She’s actually making me happy here.”
After that, nobody talked to a while. Bucky stood from
his stool and began to walk off.
You stepped towards him, “James - ”
He shook his head. “It’s alright [Y/N], trust me. I’ll be fine tonight. I’m gonna try and go back to sleep.”
Well, that was new.
You gave Bucky a funny look but nodded. “Okay.
Call if you need me.”
Bucky didn’t say anything after that. He just
walked back to his room.
Your pop tarts popped out from the toaster. After
that it was left untouched.
Steve cleared his throat. “[Y/N] – ”
You shook your head. “Nope.”
Steve’s forehead frowned. “What?”
“Do you want Bucky to get over what HYDRA did
to him?” You asked. You didn’t wait for him to reply. “Well, too bad so sad, he
isn’t going to get over it. Bucky needs to accept it. Then he needs to be
angry. Then he needs to be sad. Then after all that, he needs to forgive
himself.” You said, your hands on your waist. “And you making him feel like
broken glass isn’t gonna help. It’ll confine him and make him feel crazy. Treat
him like a normal person, you jackass. Let him feel like a man. Not a baby.” You
took a deep breath and pulled your eyes away from his piercing blue ones. You
looked at your pop tarts briefly before turning around and walking away.
And you didn’t miss his look when you did. Steve had already realised he was wrong the moment his eyes fell on the toaster.
You left your pop tarts.
Look number nine:
Again, it was in the kitchen. Bucky’s
nightmares were slowly fading. Whenever he woke, you’d stay until he fell back
asleep. Then you’d proceed to the kitchen and rummage for food.
“Hey, Supreme Leader.” Your head snapped
towards the kitchen entrance.
You gave a nod to the blond man in acknowledgement. “Captain.” You said in a mocking soldier’s tone.
You both stood in silence for a while. You
didn’t mind it for a while. Your arms were preoccupied with balancing cartons
and containers of food as you boldly chewed on your Lucky Charms cereal – and
then the silence just got too long. Steve stared at you with a funny look. Eh,
eating cereal without milk at three in the morning wasn’t all that unusual – but for some reason, you had a really big feeling the look wasn’t about the cereal. That was actually the reason why Tony always complained about all the marshmallow
gone in the morning. Not your fault. Marshmallows were the best part and everyone
You squinted your eyes as you watched him
watch you. A silent growl of impatience rose to your throat. You couldn’t
really speak so you opted with growling.
Still no reply.
Finally, you forcefully swallowed your
marshmallow and pointed an accusing finger at Steve. His look was different
again. It wasn’t annoyed or of frustration. Really it just frustrated you.
You huffed. “You’re looking at me
Steve just smiled softly. “Bucky loves
you.” He said from his position by the entrance of the kitchen.
You just smirked and shoved another handful of
marshmallows into your mouth. “Figured that one out a long time ago, Rogers.”
Your hand reached into the box once again. “What can I say, I’m good at making
Steve chuckled silently. Then he swallowed and
looked directly into your eyes. “I love you. And not the way Bucky does.”
You swallowed. The you nodded slowly. Your
heart felt so full, you had no idea what to say. And so you said the first
thing that popped into your head. You said what you would say, and not stupid
Nicholas Sparks movies.
“I know.” You grinned. “And I may or may not feel the same.” Before he
could reply, your smile wiped off as you pointed your finger at him again accusingly, “I
Hey! Could you recommend some bnha fanfics (preferably sfw)? I'm having some trouble finding some, so I wanted to see which ones you like! Thank you!
i’m laughing at the ‘preferably sfw’ part of this ask because literally every single fanfic i’ve ever read for MHA is safe for work
none of them are nsfw
none of them
ANYWAY here’s a list. there is a lot
One Life for Them All (If That’s What It Takes) by @athanatosora - a wonderful time travel fic where Future Izuku goes back in time to create a better future. it’s more like Izuku changing little things here and there, and there’s lots of great Dad Might and little character moments. [Multi-chap / ongoing] [no ships]
Bad Days by @forgedobsidian - Toshinori’s scar sometimes gives him bad days. He still needs to learn how to ask for help, tho. [3 chapters] [complete]
No Trouble by FlameEmber - All Might saves Inko and young Izuku. Inko finds out who All Might really is, and he slowly becomes part of their family. [Toshinko] [multi-chap / ongoing]
Heroes are for Fiction by @ladymischievous - REALLY FANTASTIC modern AU where Toshinori is a writer who writes a series of novels based around a superhero called All Might. lots of fluff and drama. lots of Dad Might. [Toshinko]
[multi-chap / ongoing]
Dorm Life series by @blacknovelist55 - a REALLY SUPER CUTE series of fics about Class 1A acting like a family. lots of Dad Might and Class 1A bonding.
[multi-chap / ongoing]
Spoken with Love by @sevi007 - Toshinori helps Izuku with english practice. PURE DAD MIGHT FLUFF WITH ALL MIGHT AND IZUKU. [one shot]
Smile again and Smile again AU by
@sevi007 - a slight AU after the fight between All Might and OFA, where Toshi stays in the hospital for a longer time and has depression. Izuku helps him through his issues, and other things start to domino.
[multi-chap / ongoing]
[some potential Toshinko]
Father Almighty series by
Wet_Diamonds - lots and lots and lots of Dad Might and Izuku bonding. currently on Hiatus, but still worth the read
Get Well Soon by brickboat - Jirou finds out some things about All Might and Izuku’s relationship and some secrets she probably should never have known. Dad Might. [one shot]
Father’s Day by Fallende - Izuku gets All Might a father’s day gift. super fluffy Dad Might stuff [one shot]
by @swiftwidget - Toshinori visits Inko for parent teacher meetings about Izuku. she notices his shoes are several sizes too big, and gives him a fitting pair. romance ensues. [on going] [Toshinko]
i got most of these from my faves on AO3 so i’m probably missing A LOT, but these are some of my favorites!!! i hope you enjoy them!!!
Okay so I just wanted to keep a track record on how many damn parallels Julie is giving us this season with Isaks…because this isn’t her being lazy and doing what makes people happy….noooo this is her setting us up for something we will not be ready for. So for us to work out what that is going to be, it might be easier if we look at what exactly has been paralleled so far with Isak’s season.
1. The Intro
Season 3 and season 4 are the only two seasons to start out by using the same powerful concept of introducing our mains current world with flashes of images of things that are happening everywhere that are connected and actually have an impact on the mains story very much. It shows how important everything that happened around us can be to our own personal small individual worlds. That just because it hasn’t happened to you, doesn’t mean it doesn’t matter, that is doesn’t effect you or have a connection to who you are and what you’re going through. And Both Isak and Sana’s seasons show us this in the first minutes of their story.
2. Group Dynamics
In both seasons we have gotten a similar scene with Sana/Isak, eating lunch while their friends discuss sex which makes both mains feel alienated and uncomfortable within the group. We see how different they both feel within their group dynamics and this feeling of never being able to “fit in”. This parallel almost sets up that Isak and Sana are both in a similar mind set. The feeling of not being able to connect with the people close to them.
3. The heartbreak party scene
This parallel was way too similar. The mains both see their love interest with someone else which both hurts and prompts them to question everything they have felt and seen so far.
4. The Crush Stalking in Biology
I don’t think I need to say much on this one because oh my god this whole clip was a repeat of Isak’s biology clip. Even from the title we go from ‘Even’ to ‘Yousef’, the setting, Mikael, even Isak interrupts Sana just like Sana interrupted Isak. This was a very blatant parallel and I feel like this is Julie’s way of making sure that we know these parallels and repeats are in no way a ‘coincidence’ there’s a purpose and I am so keen to see what it is.
5. “I’ll fix it”
So when we go back to Isak’s season the drama all starts with Isak losing Mahdi’s weed. we get this conflict when Mahdi tells him it’s 1000 kroner and Isak tries to calm him by affirming to him that he well “fix it” and thus this is how he ends up getting blackmailed by Sana to go to the kosegruppa where he meets and Even and boom all the drama plays out. This then parallels Sana who says the exact same thing to the girls when they tell her they cannot afford the bus. So just like Isak’s season it seems like this is where all the drama is going to start. With Sana determined to do anything to ‘fix’ this.
6. The cute kitchen bonding
I loooooved this new clip so much it was so fluffy and cute and it gave me the feels but guys…..it also made me feel incredibly suspicious…why? This is another blatant parallel of the iconic evak bonding domestic kitchen scene from episode 2 of season 3. Even the positioning of Isak/Sana and Even/Yousef is eerily similar. We also have the love interests preparing food for the main as they give them the hearteyes (same) and then they laugh and giggle over cute things and it’s all so perfect.
this is the 6th parallel and I feel like there are more but these ones are the most obvious to me. Clear easter eggs Julie is giving us to freak out over (which I am) she wants us to see this parallel. To notice the Evak reference just like we did with the R+J reference in s3.
she wants us to see it, so when she pulls back the curtain and reveals the true reference we will once again be thrown off our feet.
ahhh I am so nervous.
Feel free to add on any other parallels you guys have seen <3
Long before joining 17, I already started working in the entertainment industry, it’s been around 18 years. Since I was two years old in China, I’ve appeared in TV shows, dramas, movies, and commercials as a child actor. I’ve also walked for a fashion show.
- when silverstream met graystripe AKA “what are you doing on riverclan territory?” “drowning?” “cant you go drown on your own territory?” “ah but who would save me there?”
- when cloudtail was teaching daisy fighting moves and cloudtails like “ok pretend im a badger coming to hurt your kits” “but my kits really like you???”
- when fireheart came to the medicine cat den in the MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT to talk to cinderpelt about sandstorm and cinderpelt was so tired that she finally was like “fireheart….literally everyone in the clan can see sandstorm has a crush on you” and he was like “i….wait….WHAT”
- when ravenpaw caught the adder and graypaw and firepaw were so proud of him that graypaw tried putting the dead adder around the apprentices den so he could show off the fact that ravenpaw did something so cool to dustpaw and sandpaw
- when the clans were coming to the lake and brambleclaw noticed his mama goldenflower having a hard time moving down the hill and he went over to help her walk down
- also the scene where brambleclaw was worried about something and goldenflower just cuddled w/ him until he fell asleep
- when jaypaw, hollypaw, and lionpaw were playing outside of thunderclan camp and were trying to organize a mock battle and they tackled brambleclaw when he padded over to them
- that one scene in one of the field guides where squirrelflight is showing the reader around thunderclan camp and she jumps onto the highledge and says “okay and this is how firestar starts a clan meeting” and then she’s like “SHIT ok we have to get out of here there’s actually cats coming out of their dens run run run”
- when squirrelpaw was going on the journey and leafpaw was listing off herbs to her and squirrelpaw was like “i’ll be fine dw”
- when the fire happened in rising storm and thunderclan took refuge in riverclan camp and graystripe shows fireheart to his kittens, and IMMEDIATELY they know who he is bc graystripe talks to them about fireheart constantly
- that scene where fireheart was attempting to apologize to sandstorm and runningwind was just sitting there all quiet w/ this smirk on his face bc it was sorta awkward but he was getting info on drama
- when mousefur called a clan meeting. brambleclaw: can she do that | brackenfur: she just did it
- when firepaw got in trouble for feeding yellowfang and he couldnt have fresh kill that night, so graypaw tried to sneak him an extra mouse and tigerclaw caught him and graypaw, being the good friend he is ate another whole mouse so firepaw wouldnt get in trouble and got a bellyache afterwords
- that time when firepaw got so annoyed w/ yellowfang that he snapped at her and let his temper go and he thought yellowfang was crying and he was about to apologize when he realized she was laughing at him
- “lionblaze fought a fox” jayfeather: yeah i know he’s an idiot
- “thanks, jay”
- when lionblaze is thinking of cats who could be training in the dark forest and he takes one look at whitewing and just goes “no way. never.”
warnings: dom!Hoseok, demeaning names, oral, public sex
You knee bounced up and down nervously. An hour had passed and still no reply from Hoseok. You bit back a sigh, regretting sending that ‘What are you doing tonight?’ message to him. You felt like an idiot, worse yet, a desperate idiot.
You cringed, remembering the hope that had sprung in your chest as you boldly fired off that text to Hoseok. You had honestly expected him to reply back straight away, conveying some kind of interest, wanting you as badly as you wanted him. Instead, you had nothing but stifling silence.
“Are you liking the film?” Taehyung leaned over and whispered, his eyes were full of concern and you gave him a weak smile in return. “It’s just a little bit scary,” You lied. He nodded and offered you a warm smile. “I’ll protect you,” He said reassuringly. Your phone vibrated in your pocket and you felt your heart leap in your chest. “Thanks Tae,” You responded faintly, staring straight at the TV until Taehyung glanced away from you, focusing on the movie again.
Struggling to stay calm, you glanced down surreptitiously at your phone, feeling your heart race in your chest. There was a message notification, from a string of numbers- someone who wasn’t in your contacts.
1- About Tony being the Villians' Favorite: CW happened and they get access to footage of the Siberia fight and they realize that cap could have killed Tony and they're like "how dare you???? Who do you think you are???" and at this point it's not even about who is going to kill Iron Man anymore, it's because Tony is the only one able the keep up with them, he gives them a good challenge, he has the best sarcastic answers for all the villian monologue, they don't even want to harm people anymore
2- they want to fight Tony to see who has the best weapons, who is smarter (it’s always Tony) so the rogues come back and they realize something: the bad guys barely attack Tony, they go out of their way to avoid attacking Tony and antagonize team cap and when confronted with this they say “well someone has to defend Mr Stark since all his supposed friends wouldn’t hesitate on turning their backs on him for some spoiled hydra agent who doesn’t know how to control their anger but sure knows how
3- how to control their anger but sure knows how to fuck up people’s mind” (and they keep getting her name wrong, they call her wilma, wendy, marta omg i love this headcanon where no one gets her name right)
Why thank you for this brilliant headcanon, darling! (I love that mixing up Wanda’s name post too, wasn’t there one where Thor always got it wrong and played stupid? It’s brilliant)
I just really like that the villains enjoy fighting Iron Man because he’s as much of a drama queen as they are–he knows how to put on, and more importantly how to appreciate, a good show, you know? Fighting Iron Man is like playing a really challenging game of chess, where they take each other’s weapons and minions out without hesitation, but even when the king loses, he’s never actually taken off the board (yup that metaphor sucks, I apologise to every chess player out there).
And well, of course it’s also about pride. Everything is about pride. The villains who most frequently engage with Iron Man in combat obviously keep a score. They keep an eye on who gets the most hits in, who deals the most damage, who does a strategical retreat and so on. They also keep track on which Avenger is the most likely to interrupt their fun, so they know whom to take out in the beginning of a fight.
Only then one of them gets their hands on footage of a certain Siberian bunker and this shit suddenly gets serious. Iron Man could’ve been taken out (worth 150 points) by someone who isn’t even recognises as an official player and THAT CAN NOT STAND.
(It’s got nothing to do with the fact that maybe Tony Stark isn’t all that bad, you know, for a superhero. Nope. It’s all about the game and wanting those 150 points to themselves. Their professional pride is on the line here, okay. It’s not because of feelings. Feelings aren’t a part of the villain manual.)
So, they adapt. They’re villains, they’re used to it. Admittedly usually because the hero pulls some impossible stunt at the last second because they stubbornly refuse to die, but that’s neither here nor there.
First, they assign someone to keep track on Stark. It’s not a protective duty. It’s just…an insurance. To make sure no outside influence becomes a serious threat to their fun. Besides after all this time they’ve invested into fighting Iron Man, should he ever actually lose, they all agree they have earned this honour. Not some lucky upstart or fucking turncoat.
Second, certain forces need to be taken out. Officially it’s destroying the competition–a perfectly acceptable, villainous goal–, unofficially some people take their hatred for Iron Man a little too far. And when you already have to watch out for the supposed heroes, you can’t afford some crazy nutcase to pop up every time you turn your back on Stark.
Then the Rogue Avengers come back. The villains have dragged it out for as long as possible, an obscene amount of bribes have gone into ensuring the Congress isn’t too forgiving too quickly, but Stark is determined to get the Rogues pardoned for whatever reason, and that’s not a battle they can win in the long run.
And that’s a problem. The Rogues have access to Stark in ways they have not. Thankfully at least Stark doesn’t stay at the Avengers’ compound anymore. That gives them a small reprieve.
(They don’t worry. Villains do not worry. It’s not in their genetic code, nor their moral codex for that matter.)
There’s a very serious discussion about grazing the stupid compound into the ground, but in the end they decide not to do it. For one, the risk of the Rogues being granted access to the Stark Tower is just too great. For another, it’s convenient to have a return address they could graze into the ground, should the Rogues ever cross a certain line.
Next, the villains create a time table. Whereas the media used to joke about the ‘weekly villain attacks’ back in the day, there are now carefully scheduled weekly attacks for real. It helps them to vent some of their frustration, at the right target no less. It also has the added benefit of keeping the Rogues busy.
Of course Iron Man joins in on the fun more often than not, but he isn’t the main target like he used to be, isn’t singled out. If anything it’s the Rogues that are being singled out, and they always bear the brunt of the fight.
(They do not go easy on Iron Man. They do not. They have simply shifted the focus of their game. Damage dealt to the Rogues is now worth way more points than before, and since every villain wants to take the lead, it’s only rational they concentrate on the most worth-while targets. That’s all there is to it.)
The first time one of them makes Wanda Maximoff scream in rage is an accident. To their great shame it’s not even a real villain who accomplishes it, it’s a fairly new minion who interrupts the shouting match between his boss and the witch with an annoyed, “Oh, shut up, Wen–Vick–Wally, whoever the fuck you are, I’m trying to concentrate here!”
It becomes a running gag then, to never call the witch by her name, and the longer they keep the joke alive, the more frustrated the witch becomes.
(The minion gets a well-earned raise.)
Eventually the Rogues catch on. Eventually they begin to ask questions. Giving them more ridiculous answers every time becomes another running gag. Inevitably though Rogers eventually runs into Cross Bones who has a tendency of taking his fights with Captain America too personal.
“Well someone has to defend Mr Stark since all his supposed friends wouldn’t hesitate on turning their backs on him for some spoiled hydra agent who doesn’t know how to control their anger but sure knows how to fuck up people’s mind!” he snaps. Then uses the frozen state of the stunned Captain to his advantage to break the man’s nose with a very satisfying crack. Because, hello, villain.
(He then promptly dives to the side to push a crying kid out of the way a crumbling building. Not because he cares about who gets hurt of course. Villains don’t care about this stuff. But everyone knows Tony Stark cares about it.)
He gets twenty-five points for breaking Roger’s nose. He also gets a “I don’t know why, but if a guy like Cross Bones decides to save a kids’ life I’m not gonna sit around complaining about it.” and a thumbs up from Tony Stark in that night’s talk show.
(He does not care more about the thumbs up than about the points. His fellow villains are not jealous.)
There are a lot of villains-saving-civilians-and-innocent-bystanders incidents after that.
(Not that anyone cares what Tony Stark thinks. The saving people thing simply earns them bonus points. Bonus points are important.)
Yuuri barely has time to grab his jacket when he runs out the door, much less brush his hair or find a hat. Unfortunately, he’s sure that that means that his hair is an absolute mess. It’s been getting long again, but in between classes and helping Yura out with his routine on the weekends, he hasn’t had much time for things like haircuts. Besides, Victor doesn’t seem to mind it, and Yura likes to experiment hairstyles on Yuuri “so that if it looks stupid, I don’t have to see it on myself.”
It’s not that big a deal, except on days like this, when he sleeps in (thanks a lot Vitya) and doesn’t have the time to really get it under control. He usually meets up with his friends before class, and he doesn’t doubt that they’ll notice, and probably tease him about it.
“Yuuri!” Estephania gasps, sounding too scandalized for her words to be anything but teasing. “What on earth happened to your hair?”
Yuuri flushes. “I was running late,” he mumbles.
Richard snorts. “You sure? Because that looks more like sex hair to me, man.”
“Ooh, he’s right,” Estephania coos before Yuuri can protest.
He wonders if it’s possible to die of embarrassment (especially since they’re not entirely wrong). “No, really I–”
“We know, sweetie.” She reaches up and moves his hair around a bit, trying to make it look presentable. “You’re just too easy to tease.”
“You sure you’re really twenty seven?” Richard raises an eyebrow.
Yuuri just smiles at the ground in fond humiliation (apparently it’s not a common emotion, but it’s a little hard not to be used to the feeling when he’s married to the world’s biggest drama queen) and nods. “I am.”
His friends are too much sometimes, he admits. Richard is the embodiment of America in a lot of ways: loud, completely lacking a sense of social norms, a walking personification of testosterone. Estephania is less… everything… than Richard, but she’s very touchy and affectionate in an entirely platonic way that reminds Yuuri a lot of Christophe, only without all of the innuendo. But they’re both loyal down to their very core, and they’re not bad people.
His phone starts ringing, Stammi Vicino playing loudly. Yuuri picks up, keeping his phone away from Estephania’s hands. “Да, Vitya?”
“Dude! You speak Russian too?” Richard looks like Yuuri just smacked him in the face. The school year just started, so they’re all still learning about each other.
Yuuri just smiles, since Victor is in the middle of one of his usual mid-morning crises. “Vitya, calm down,” he says in Russian. “Makkachin is probably out with Yura. You know he takes her for walks sometimes. Have you seen him today?”
He manages to get Victor off the phone just before class starts, flipping his phone to airplane mode since he’s sure that this isn’t the last he’ll be hearing from his lovable trainwreck of a husband.
I don’t know the show at all. It is definitely not my usual genre. No one does any science or magic, you know? It’s a fast-paced businessy financey drama thing. I don’t even remember how I found out, but when I heard that Billions claimed to have the first ever nonbinary character on TV… well, to be honest, I kinda did a skeptical face. The articles are all very US-centric, and explicitly nonbinary characters are not uncommon in some parts of the world. And anyway, “nonbinary character” usually means “gender non-conforming binary character” because that’s usually the best we can hope for. But yeah, I was interested, so I looked into it.
Here’s my TL;DR:Billions is the first mainstream US TV show to my knowledge that contains a character overtly described as nonbinary and whose they/them pronouns are stated in the show and affirmed by almost all of the other characters.
We’re introduced to Taylor, played by Asia Kate Dillon (also nonbinary, they/them pronouns), in the first episode of season 2 - toying with another character about being vegan. They’re a sharp, brilliant, think-outside-the-box intern.
In episode 2 it gets a bit more in-your-face:
That guy in the second shot, Bobby Axelrod, is the very rich, very arrogant boss of macho boy’s club Axe Capital. And he just accepts Taylor’s assertion of their pronouns, no questions asked, no raised eyebrows. Just, “okay.”
Taylor proceeds to seriously impress the very rich arrogant boss guy in the chair.
Taylor isn’t going through some coming out plot, working out their gender and discovering themself. Taylor is out and comfortable and confident in their identity. People who refuse to accept them get bulldozed, either by other characters or by the plot itself.
Later in that episode there’s a scene in which Taylor isn’t present, and Taylor is misgendered by that bald guy, Bill:
It’s hard to capture the tone in this scene. It’s an alpha male showdown, over a nonbinary person’s pronouns. The arrogant guy who misgenders Taylor gets corrected, and then has two guys above him in the pecking order stare him down until he concedes, in body language and facial expression. Taylor’s rich white old guy boss is not gonna tolerate you misgendering them. (Over the next few episodes it becomes clear that Taylor is replacing Bill as Axelrod’s “favourite.”)
Bobby Axelrod upholds the pronouns of every singular-they nonbinary person in this one scene, to everyone watching the show. After that the conversation continues as before. It all happens very naturally as part of a conversational plot to take down a business rival, like it’s important and yet no big deal at all to correct a colleague’s pronouns.
There are people watching this who are nonbinary and going “wow, that’s me.” There are nonbinary people who haven’t worked themselves out watching this and going “wow, maybe that’s me?” There are parents of nonbinary kids watching this and going, “wow, maybe using new pronouns isn’t so hard? Maybe my child is not just going through a phase?” There are nonbinary kids watching this with their parents, thinking “maybe now my parents see Taylor being taken seriously they will take me more seriously.”
This is incredible.
Naturally, I have concerns. I’ve got them on the back-burner because one TV show is not a pattern among TV shows. It does, however, fit a known trend of nonbinary visibility.
Taylor is white, AFAB, thin, young, wealthy, able-bodied, and masculine-presenting. They fit the nonbinary cliché so well that I can’t even find any deviation from it. In reality nonbinary people are very diverse in pronouns, gendered presentation, race, body type, and class. But when newspapers are interviewing these “new” and fascinating nonbinary people, they always seem to choose people mostly like me: white, thin, AFAB, young, apparently able-bodied, androgynous-to-masculine-presenting. (I’ve been interviewed by journalists for articles about nonbinary people that then didn’t even include me in the final piece, because I refused to be seen as a representative of nonbinary people in some way.)
So going forward, I’m hoping that if and when there are more nonbinary people in TV shows we get to see some femininity, some differing body types, some people of colour, etc. I’m also hoping that we get to see some nonbinary people who are not obviously autistic - characters who express emotion freely and are not somehow brilliantly sharp and intelligent and innovative in one particular area of interest, for example.
But for now, I am thrilled. A TV show is portraying someone like me. In this case I’m lucky because I fit that autistic nonbinary cliché down to the ground, and I am perfectly represented in a mainstream US TV show for the first time in my life. I want other nonbinary people to experience that too, and this is a huge step forward and a long-deserved validation of the nonbinary community. I am excited to see what happens next for nonbinary representation and visibility.
NOTE: Pure Filth. Turn back now if you don’t want to see. Turning Tae Tae into my Fuck Puppy (Thanks, Anon). Soft femdom. Let me tell you, it was an EXPERIENCE writing this, and I am still not perfectly pleased with it. Mostly because I’m never happy with my own smut writing. I had to do so much research, so google probably thinks I’m freaky naughty af. Which I suppose I am considering I wrote this lol. So, for those that are hardcore into this and think I didn’t portray it well enough, I’m sorry, I tried. And I learned quite a bit about myself, like the fact that if I ever get my hands on someone like Tae, I am so going to try this. Now enjoy, and excuse me as I go drench myself in holy water to cleanse myself of sin.
“You know, I hate the winter. It reminds me of your cold heart.”
My now ex-boyfriend mutters this line, looking into the snowy sky. He sighs loudly and saunters off, without looking back. What a fucking drama queen. I can’t help but snort as I watch him disappear into the light snowfall, and wonder what movie he got that line from.
I don’t have a cold heart. He was just a damn bore. He never wanted to do anything but watch movies and freaked out if I suggested anything besides missionary. I’ve been thinking about breaking up with him for weeks now but was putting it off because I knew he’d cry. This saved me all the hassle.
How BTS would react if there GF tried to be cute but accidentally turning them on
You’re quietly sitting on the couch, Namjoon scrolling on his phone while you read a book. When he leans to take the beer can on the coffee table, you realize that you’re thirsty too. « Can you give me a sip, babe? ». Namjoon doesn’t seems to hear you and puts back the can on the table. « Namu? » Namjoon still doesn’t answer, focused on his phone’ screen. You sigh and hit him softly with your foot : « Yah! » Namjoon finally turns his head towards you as you pout cutely. He raises his eyebrows as you whine : « Namjoon-aaah… I was thirsty… But whatever. » You lean over to grab the beer can while Namjoon apologizes with a low voice. You feel his look that doesn’t leave you for a second and, carrying the can to your mouth, you give him a questioning look. Seeing that he’s deeply staring at your lips, you hold your smile and decides to be even cuter, just to soften him so he will be all over you tonight. But you don’t have time to do anything. Suddenly, Namjoon pulls you against him, his mouth finding yours so wildly it takes your breath away. While his hands goes under your top, you sigh against his mouth : « Why are you so… ». Your words get stuck in your throat when his mouth attacks your neck before whispering to your ear: « I don’t know… You’re turning me on… »
You’ve been drawing for an hour in Taehyung’s bedroom when you see him enter. He comes back from the studio and his tired little smile makes you moan softly. He’s just so cute, his long hair almost covering his eyes. He approaches you and shows the top of your head with his finger : « Why are you wearing this? » You raise your hands and touch the cat-ear headband before bursting out laughing : « Oh ! I put them on just for fun & I forgot to take them off… » Tae gently laughs as you stand up to kiss him softly. As he puts a series of small kisses on your lips, you start to moan very quietly. Tae bites his lip, his fingers clenching the fabric of your shirt : « It sounds like you’re purring… » You giggle, closing your eyes under the softness of his lips that goes down on your neck. You hear his deep voice against your ear : « It’s so cute… ». You smile and lower your hands on his butt, wondering if he would like it if you kept the headband all night…
When you close the door after the delivery boy brought you Chinese food, you start singing Jin’s name. You try to have the most cute & yet seductive voice possible, knowing well that Jin will come out all excited from the shower just at the idea that the food is here. You put the dishes on the table and, when you don’t hear the hurried steps of your man, you start singing « Jiiiiiiiin… » again and continues to sing while preparing the table, lost in the melody you have created. You don’t hear Jin getting closer and lightly jump when you feel his arms wrapping around your waist. He let out his famous « Yaaaah » when the smell of food hits him. You gently giggle and let him kiss your neck. Jin whispers mischievously while kissing you : « Mmh… You… Delicious food… ». His hands goes up on your breasts to press them firmly, making you moan as you drop the towels you held in your hand. Jin’s breath makes you shiver when he adds « Boobs looking tasty as well… I’m such a lucky guy… »
You join Hobi who was sitting in the living room, reading peacefully. Bobby’s last song starts playing when you come in and you can’t hold a little scream of excitement : you love this song. You walk/dance in a ridiculous way, carried away by the rhythm. All the other boys are away so nobody can make fun of you. Of course, Hoseok doesn’t hesitate to burst out laughing when he sees you dancing without embarrassment in front of him but it doesn’t bother you. You love to make him laugh anyway. When the chorus comes, you start singing « Saranghaaaae » by pointing your finger at your man who laughs like an idiot. You beckon him to join you but he nods his head to say no, encouraging you to continue. You pout a little and performs a series of movements supposed to be cute but it doesn’t works on Hobi. He just smiles playfully. Then, he beckons to you to come closer. He makes you sit on his thigh as you wrap your arms around his neck. Still smirking, Hoseok sings the chorus against your lips. « Saranghae … »
You moan when the wonderful taste of the food that Yoongi prepared for you invades your mouth. It’s just delicious. Yoongi looks at you with a smile, obviously glad that you like what he has cooked for you. He puts bigger pieces of beef in your plate but you immediately pout : « No, you need to keep the best ones for you, you just came back from practice, babe… » With a resolute face, you take a piece of beef with your chopsticks and hand it to Yoongi who willingly accepts it. You smile like an idiot as you watch him chew and take another piece of beef that you hand to him again, saying « aaaaaaaah ». It was way cuter than expected. Yoongi watches you eat a few moments with a gummy smile before getting up. You watch him sit next to you with big, surprised eyes and you smile : « You want to eat next to me? » Yoongi stays silent but his smile is no longer innocent and you guess that he has something naughty in mind. He stares at you as you slide your hand on his thigh, going up to his crotch. He’s hard as fuck.
Jimin & you are lost on Youtube, so much that you’re currently watching stupid compilations of the cutest scenes in k-dramas. You laugh at all the scenes, comfortably pressed one against the other on the bed. You suddenly straighten up and get on your knees in front of Jimin who looks at you with a big smile on his face. You start to reproduce all the aegyo you’re capable of just to make your man laugh. Jimin blushes, causing you to chuckle. « Do you like it? » Jimin hides his face with the back of his hand, giggling like an idiot, his hand resting on your thigh. You don’t stop doing aegyo and press your hands on both sides of your breasts, pouting and saying « Mochiiii ». Jimin suddenly turns you over against the mattress, putting himself on top of you. « You’re so cute … » He bites his lip as you giggle, always impressed by your ability to turn him on so quickly. He sinks into your neck, beginning to roll his tongue on your skin, making you moan.
While you’re out shopping, you pull Jungkook’s hand to drag him into a cosmetics shop. He follows you obediently, a sweet smile on his lips. He wanders around the store while you try different lipsticks. When one of them pleases you, you beckon him to come closer to give you his opinion. He hugs you from behind and looks at you through the mirror. « You look super cute ». You pout and retorts « Why do I always end up looking cute when I want to look sexy… ». To illustrate your words, you begin to act cute, doing all the aegyo you’re capable of. « See? ». You sigh, ready to put the lipstick back in place when you feel Jungkook getting closer to your ear. You look at him through the mirror and shiver when his breath runs through your neck : « Do you feel it ? » When he presses himself against you and you feel his hardness, you hold a moan. « Don’t ever say you’re not sexy again… Now buy it and let’s get back home »