Female Awesome Meme: [2/15] Lead Characters » Leslie Knope “If I seem too passionate, it’s because I care. If I come on strong, it’s because I feel strongly. And if I push too hard, it’s because things aren’t moving fast enough. This is my home. You are my family. And I promise you I’m not going anywhere.”
HC: The first time Victor slept with Yuuri, it was because he had fallen asleep on the man’s chest.
It had been a long day of practice at the Ice Castle, and both of them were exhausted. Yuuri had dropped down onto Victor’s bed, with the intention of watching the video that the Russian had taken that day so they could go over what Yuuri needed to work on.
Having been the first out of the hot spring, he was wearing his soft cotton pjs and was waiting for his couch / not sure yet if we’re boyfriends (Post-CoC) to return from the bathroom.
When Victor entered, he was only wearing a pair of the inn’s comfortable, soft green pants, as he looked at his stufent who was laying on his back, watching the video on his phone.
When Yuuri noticed Victor standing there, staring at him with a small smile, and a wishful expression, he stopped the video, put his phone aside, and opened his arms wide as an invention for the silver haired man.
Victor didn’t think twice to dive into those waiting arms, and wrap his own around the smaller man’s mid-section. He nuzzled his face into Yuuri’s chest, which elicited a small laugh, and heaved a heavy sigh of contentment.
They talked briefly of their day, but soon, Victor’s eyes grew heavy, and before he knew it, he was fast, and sound asleep.
Yuuri, who had been gently running his fingers through that beautiful soft hair, noticed when the love of his life drifted off to sleep, and with a smile planted a gentle kiss on that little whorl on the top of his head.
Laying still, so as not to disturb the sleeping Russian, Yuuri wondered if he would be able to reach the blanket that had been tossed aside from that morning. Unfortunately it was just out of reach, and so reluctantly he figured he’d just have to do his best at keeping the man on top of him warm on his own. That was until his sister knocked, and opened the door.
Holding some extra sheets, she raised at eyebrow at her brother holding his coach, who was laying on top of him, but then she smirked as she leaned against the door.
“Comfy?” she asked quietly.
“Yes, actually.” Yuuri whispered as he hugged Victor just a tiny bit more.
“I’ll just leave these here then, you might need them later,” Mari teased.
Yuuri felt as his cheeks turned pink, but didn’t justify her comment with a response.
As she was about to leave, he called out to her quietly. “Mari?” She turned back to him, as she waited for him to continue. “Would you help me get the cover?” he asked.
She looked over at his dilemma and nodded.
Gently she lifted Victor’s feet as they were laying on the top of the blankets at the end of the bed, then she pulled them over the Russian and her brother, essentially tucking them in.
Yuuri whispered his thanks as he got more comfortable, Mari pushed the other pillow closer to him. With a small smile, she turned the light out and gently closed the door.
Not long after Yuuri fell asleep, Victor still covering his body, Yuuri’s fingers still in his coach’s hair, while his other hand wrapped around the man’s body.
Many hours later, an hour before dawn broke over the horizon, Victor slowly woke up feeling warm, and very relaxed.
The first thing he noticed was how good he felt. Then he realized that the pillow beneath his head moved in a steady pattern, and sounded like the most peaceful drum.
Opening his eyes, he took in his surroundings. He was laying in his bed, covered by his blanket, on top of Yuuri.
He was in his bed, wrapped in the arms of the man who made his the happiest he’s ever felt.
He was in bed, with Yuuri.
He slept with Yuuri
When the thought penetrated his sleep addled mind, he grinned so hard, his cheeks hurt, and his eyes stung from the tears that threatened to fall.
He turned his face, gently pressing his nose into the soft fabric of the Yuuri’s top, as his happiness washed over his mind and body. His arms, that were still wrapped around the other man’s waist, squeezed just a little tighter, and a tiny laugh escaped his lips.
His movements must have woken the smaller man, as he felt the body beneath him shift and move. He looked up just in time to see brown eyes just opening as they looked at him.
“Are you okay?” Yuuri’s soft voice asked.
“Just really happy,” Victor responded honestly.
Yuuri hummed his approval, and gave the Russian a gentle squeeze.
“That’s good,” he said with a yawn. “Is it time to get up?”
“No,” Victor responded. He didn’t really care what time it was, at that moment, he wasn’t getting out of bed for anything.
“Okay. …. Go back to sleep then,” Yuuri said before he placed a soft kiss on the top of Victor’s head. Within moments, the Japanese man was back to sleep.
Victor couldn’t even respond he was too happy, he only hoped that the dawn would take it’s time, and allow him more time to finally sleep with Yuuri.
You know, seeing that Toshinori was downright shivering when thinking of his training with Gran Torino back then, and adding the fact that Izuku a) heard from Gran Torino that he had beaten up All Might until he puked and b) has gotten kicked and beaten by Gran Torino during his training, too… it really wouldn’t have been that far off to think that Izuku, like Toshinori, would become completely scared of the old man.
Look at how happy Izuku is when he sees Gran Torino, even though the old man is already raging like the worried Grandpa he is. He isn’t perplexed or goes “Uh-oh, he’s gonna beat me up, yikes!” but instant is genuinely happy to see his teacher.
Even when he gets kicked in the face, he still apologizes weakly and smiles slightly instead of ducking or becoming scared.
I really like how Izuku just accepts the rather rough treatment as a part of Gran Torino’s way of showing that he cares, instead of misunderstanding it as cruelty.
Izuku sees right through your cranky act, you old softie.
(Though, I think, in reality, Toshinori does, too.)
Hinata... I was wondering if you could...you know...spend some fun time with me and eat together in the Ichiraku Ramen Shop. Also...we could hang out..and...takes things to the next level?
*blushing so hard* ....er....i....well..
I...is t...that a yes or a no? *sweats continuously*
Yes, yes yes!
Alright! (This will be he best day of my life, I was so scared if she said no!)
Sakura *wind blows his hair* I know I have done terrible things in the past and...this time. As I have been traveling. I notice how I was stupid to cut you of out my life. I really want to spend time with you. I really mean it. I-
*takes out Sakura's hand and puts it on his chest and lets Sakura listens to his heart beat*
*blushes* Sasuke...*cries a little with joy*
I want to be with you.
Temari...you are the only one who knows me well and even though you're scary af....er...I-
*looks pissed* what is that suppose to mean?
woah wooah ....I'm not good at these things but Temari. Even though you are a troublesome beautiful lady, I would like to stick with you and never let you go. Would you like to spend some time with me?
Are...you..serious *blushing* ...being with yo me is such a drag
*chuckles* Yeah, I know but I'm sure of it.
*enters Ino's flower shop* Hey, Ino! I'm looking for a beautiful flower.
What is it for? For decoration? For-
For a girl
*looks a little bit upset* A ...girl?
Yup, she's so beautiful. I think of her whenever I see her and she recused me so that's why she's so precious to me! She's an angel that I can't take my eyes off!
I have a drawing of her...do you want to see?
*looks upset* s-sure....w..why not?
*gives Ino the drawing* See? Such beauty....I wish she'll be my future girlfriend!
*sees a portrait of herself* Eh.....it's me!
*goes closer to Ino and whispers* I know it's you, Ms Beautiful..
Sai....wait...do you mean it? About me being your...
Why would I lie? *touches Ino's hair* Would you want to go on a date with me? I could even show you more drawings I created of you.
I'll take that as a yes, my princess *kisses Ino's hand*
*Kiba and Tamaki walking around Konoha*
Kiba-kun? What's up?
Remember our first chat together?
The one when you were helping your friend to get honey wine?
What about it? Wait is it about Momo, my cat? Did he say rude things about you?
No no no..
Phew....then what is it?
*stops walking and goes closer to Tamaki* Damn it! *blushes* I'm not good at these things and i stutter when I say this but it's time that I should do it!
Kiba? You're not making any sense....
Ah, crap.....I really like you...Tamaki....and I thank god that i had the opportunity to see you at Sora-Ku! I would really like....if....we....can...well....consider ourselves as.....
*blushes so hard* ...I.....
You're so easy to read, dog boy. Of course! I would love to spend my life with a handsome man *puts her arms over Kiba's shoulders* like you, Kiba-kun? Because...I like you...really...I mean it! Me too, I'm glad we met. Even though we are different, who says that dogs and cats can't be together?
*hugs Tamaki* I'm glad you feel the same, cat girl!
me too, dog boy!
Karui, you're the woman who doesn't give no bananas about my size and I'm glad that you don't. I'm very happy that we got to hang out more and I really think that i might have feelings for you, chococlate sunshine.
Ehh.....You really think so?! I...well...think the same. You care about my opinions and you are always there for me! You're my big strong butterfly....I'm glad that you like me because I like you too!
So do you want to go to my house and eat something together *holds Karui's hands and blushes*
*blushes* S..sure... I would love that.
*Lee and Tenten in a training hall*
*Lee stops training*
What's wrong? You stopped training?
....I.... *takes a deep breath*
We have spend some time together and we have similar connections and i would like if our connections collide into one. Tenten, to me, you're one of the strongest kunoichi that I have seen and I wish to spend more training with you and see you grow! I may be so annoying to you in the past but right now, I just....want you to see me as a man and show you how much I want to spend more time and...l-love with you...Tenten...I
*kisses Lee's forehead* You are already a man to me and I would like to see our connections grow together and become one...Lee...Yes... I would like to be with you.
I know it's weird saying this to you and I'm kinda freaked out on saying this but I really...like talking to you and I wish we hanged out more and well...united....
...damn it.....I can't do it....no one likes me....
buzzzzzzzz (you have us)
I know I have you.
Woof....woof woof...(I should find leave and find Kiba)
I'm glad that people wouldn't see me crying as I walk around Konoha.
*looks at Shino from a distances and giggles*
Huh? *turns around and sees Shiho*
*both of them look at each other and blush*
*Kiba sees the connection as he walks towards Shino*
Oooooooo... you have a crush.....
(Requested) ;---; NejiTen
In the future, I always think in what will happen to me? Will I die (;-;)
Or will I live (;----;) but the most important question is who will I be with before this happens?
Yeah...okay....what are you trying to say?
Tenten, if the world ends today, I would like to be with you and stick with you. I know you see me as a team mate but i would to expand that. I was a pain to you and harsh before but I want to change! ...and become the man you want! And I'll do it - if you like me....
You felt this way....you like me?
I will always do you, my ninja twin bun strong kunoichi.
then, promise me you will stick with me and protect forever.
You don't need to be protected by me! You're so strong. Even I can't touch you...
Neji....*lays on his lap* I will always stick with you and protect then....no matter what.
Maybe at once upon a time this was about whether he was innocent, or y’know, some sort of psycho murderer. But that ship sailed a long time ago, along with your career at Nelson and Murdock. So why do you still care?
OMG!! Cutties-pretty-little babies everywhere, I’m very grateful to have these babies in the world 😭😭💙
Congrats Ryota and Tomo-kun, god bless your beautiful wifes, you guys are great persons so i’m sure you’ll be great parents too.
Congratulations! Take care!
-If one of your family members goes on the tangent about “gay used to mean happy” then proceed to yell “I’m gAY” at anything that even makes you feel slightly joyous
-If one of your family members tells you that anyone who is Trans, Nonbinary, Genderfluid, etc., needs to “suck it up” when people misgender them or don’t make an attempt to use the right pronouns because it “doesn’t really matter” then proceed to use their opposite pronoun until they get upset, and when they do so remind them calmly and kindly that it “doesn’t really matter” and they should “suck it up”
-If one of your family members tries to tell you that you’re too sensitive when it comes to terminology and names, remind them as much as possible how offended they got when people used Happy Holidays, Winter break, and Spring break; instead of Merry Christmas, Christmas break, and Easter break. It really isn’t such a big deal, and they shouldn’t be so “sensitive about names” either.
On June 10th, Hajime wakes to a warm weight on his chest, and to a familiar scent all around him. It’s calm, and more comforting than Hajime would ever have imagined - it takes him a moment to orient himself, to place this moment in the context of here and now.
“Iwa-chan,” Tooru mumbles, pressing closer, exhaling against Hajime’s chest.
He becomes aware of the fact that they’re both naked, skin against skin, and immediately feels himself blushing, even as he reflexively tightens his grip to bring Tooru in closer. It’s an instinct, at this point, and waking up like this is routine, even though every morning still feels special. Exciting.
“Hey,” he whispers back, and he can’t even pretend to hide the soft happiness in his voice. He squeezes his arms around Tooru, presses his lips to his hair, and feels his heart soar as Tooru nuzzles into him with a contented sigh.
“…happy birthday,” he says, breath tickling Hajime’s neck.
Don’t plan anything for Saturday, Iwa-chan! You’re mine for the entire day, deal with it!
Like there’s any present he’d rather get than an entire day with Tooru.
Well. He’s sure Tooru knows that, anyway. And there’s no use asking what he’s got planned, because Tooru is big on surprises.
“You know,” Tooru whispers, lifting his head just a tiny bit so he can gaze at Hajime, “this is… I used to dream about this. Waking up with you.”
Hajime lets out a tiny chuckle, joy bubbling up inside him.
“Mmh. But this is…” he hesitates, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Then, after a moment’s pause, he cranes his neck and leans up. Hajime lifts a hand, cupping the back of his head as he pulls him closer and brings their lips together. It’s soft, lazy - even so, he can’t help but be reminded of the night before, when their kisses had been much more hurried and desperate. He really gets everything.
Tooru hums into his mouth, parting their lips.
“Hm - this is better,” Tooru finishes. “So much better.”
“…yeah? Sure I can live up to your standards…?” Hajime whispers.
Tooru scoffs, leaning in to kiss him again. “You’re already surpassing every- every fantasy, Hajime.”
“…fantasies, huh?” Hajime says with a smirk. “Really?”
Tooru has the decency to blush, just a little. “…’course,” he mumbles. “I’ve always been- you know. Thinking about you.”
The admission sparks definite interest in Hajime’s gut, sharp enough to break through the soft haze that waking up with Tooru always has him in. It’s unfair, really, that Tooru always has him wrapped around his finger that way, even after years of being together.
And of course Tooru hears the new roughness in his voice, then. Hajime can hear him smile, even as he rolls his hips down against Hajime’s, making him gasp.
“Mhm. Thinking about how it’d feel if- if you kissed me, touched me.”
“Tooru-” “…about all the things I wanna do to you,” Tooru says.
Hajime knows when the time for arguing has passed - Tooru’s fingers are brushing lower, feather-light and warm, and he shudders at the touch.
“…don’t- don’t we have places to be…?” he asks, a last attempt at keeping them on whatever schedule Tooru has planned out for them - but even as he asks this, his fingers are already digging into Tooru’s skin, nails leaving small half-moon prints in their wake.
“Later,” Tooru tells him, into the tiny space between their lips. “Planned for this, too, of course.”
Hajime lets out a laugh, brief and elated.
“Of course,” he echoes, tugging Tooru closer, one hand finding its way into his hair.
I keep hoping this scenario happens where Otabek and Yuri talk a lot over Skype, until one day during practice he suddenly shows up at Yuri’s rink to surprise him and everyone watches as Yuri rushes over to meet him and gets really happy and goofy. But he doesn’t care. Because Otabek came to see him.
those dark circles look chic by accident. she has to replace her worn-out keyboard every week, poring over new coding techniques until dawn. she’ll jailbreak your phone or hack into the school’s grading algorithm - for a fee, obviously. she pulls a new car into the parking lot every morning, late for the bell, and no one knows where they come from, but they’re always fast enough to fly. stare into her golden grin for too long and you’ll find your pockets picked, your shirt stolen off your back. reciprocity is a child’s lullaby, is a myth she’s never believed in. why wait to taste gold while the rich get richer? if she steals the power and gives it back to the people, who really cares if she keeps some for herself?
it makes me so happy that tom, rupert and alex were willing to attend wales comic con to talk about merlin when they don’t have to at all. they’re still out there flying the flag for merlin and happy to meet fans and talk about a show that ended nearly 5 years ago and which they didn’t really get a lot to do, alex especially was only in one series and yet he still seems to enjoy talking about merlin. idk i’m just so grateful that the merlin fandom is still going strong and that the actors seem to still care about it too.
When he saw her standing in the rain, Mike thought she was just another hallucination, one like the hundreds he’d seen in the past year.
or: Eleven returns and Mike can barely believe she’s real
Wordcount: 600 (it’s really short i know)
Genre: Angst and fluff
Warnings: uhhh hallucination mention? idk?
When he saw her standing in the rain, Mike thought she was just another hallucination, one like the hundreds he’d seen in the past year. They would come in different ways; sometimes it would just be a faint sound of Eleven’s voice shouting his name. On other occasions he would see a shadow in front of his window, a silhouette with short shaved hair, standing in the pouring rain. The first few times, he’d turned around at the sound of her voice, or gotten up to open the window and help her inside, just to be greeted by the empty air. But after a few times, he had realized that she wasn’t really there. He had learned to not get his hopes up whenever the hallucinations appeared, but instead force himself to ignore them and continue his day.
But this time was different. The way she was standing there, the rain pouring down in streaks, his flashlight shining in her face, it should have felt like a deja vu from the first time he’d found her, in the same woods. But her hair was longer than it used to be, and she wasn’t wearing the yellow shirt she’d worn back then.
Eleven looked older, as if she had actually aged a year. And she didn’t look as fuzzy and unfocused as most hallucinations. And for a split second, Mike let himself hope. He let himself believe that she was actually alive and standing there. That she hadn’t died when she killed the demogorgon last year. That she had managed to crawl her way out of wherever she had been, and that she had come back to him.
That little spark of hope made him call out for her. ‘Eleven?’ He said softly, just loud enough for her to hear him over the sound of the rain, his voice mixed with hope and disbelief.
Eleven just looked at him, shaking in the cold rain, and Mike could feel his hopes drop to the floor. Of course she wasn’t real. You’d think a boy would learn after all this time. At least he was alone, so nobody could have seen how much of a fool he had made of himself.
He looked down and was just about to head back, when he heard a cracking voice say his name.
He looked up to see Eleven staring at him with the same disbelief in her eyes he had felt just moments before.
‘Mike?’ She repeated, her voice barely more than a whisper. Her brows were furrowed, and her eyes narrowed, looking at him like she saw him for the first time.
Mike gasped. ‘Eleven!’ he shouted, and leaped forward towards her. It didn’t take him more than two seconds to reach her, and less than one to throw his arms around her in an embrace.
The girl shivered under his touch, but it didn’t take long for her to wrap her arms around him as well, and bury her face in his jacket. Mike could hear her sobbing in his shoulder, making soft whimpering sounds. It took him a few moments to figure out she was saying his name. Over and over and over again. He tightened his grip around her and buried his nose in her shoulder, taking in her smell, reminding himself that this was real. Eleven was real. Eleven was real and alive and in his arms. The rain poured down on them, soaking them, making them shiver from the cold, but he couldn’t care less.
‘I’m happy you’re home.’ He whispered in her shoulder, holding her even tighter.
What's your opinion on Emori/memori in general? I'm not a fan of her, personally. She's badass and she's a survivor but she's too cruel for my liking. And I know why she is this way but still, especially after the newest clip. Let's just leave Raven out of it ok girl? And idk about memori. I don't think she's a great influence on him but she does make him happy, and I think she really does care about him and only him.
I love Emori. She’s a badass bitch and no excuses. And I don’t mean badass as in, dominating everyone with flashy fighting. I mean Bad. Ass. Bitch. She is NOT a flat “Strong Female Character,” who acts like a stereotypical male hero without earning it, and rejecting feminine characteristics.
She’s a survivor. Not a hero. She’s a mutant. She’s a reject. She’s a robber. She’s an outlaw. She will do whatever she needs to get by. Murphy is her people. Everyone else is a means to an end. She’s been ground down and she’s clawed her way to where she is. And she’s NOT on top. She’s not a winner. She’s not powerful. She’s lost everything and she clings to what she has left, John. She doesn’t trust anyone but him, for good reason. She’s smart and suspicious. And loving. She has hopes and dreams even if they are small dreams of a little bunker to ride out the apocalypse.
That is a GOOD character.
She is not a Disney princess. She’s not an ingenue. She’s not a helper person. She’s not “good” person. But she’s interesting and her choices affect the story and our heroes.
Would I follow her lead? Not in a million. Would a trust her? Nope. Do I like her?
And it’s fantastic that with a character as flawed and complicated as that, as tough and ruthless as she is, she has such a tender, gentle relationship with Murphy. You say she’s a bad influence on Murphy? Do you forget that this is the boy who peed on a kid? Hanged Bellamy? He’s come a long way, but he’s not a Disney prince, either. Emori brought him back to humanity. Gave him a reason to love and trust someone, gave him a reason to think beyond his own survival. Again. This is a good story. Their relationship is interesting and realistic.
I don’t look for my favorite stories to be stories of perfect people. I like flawed characters making hard decisions and becoming better people. And I don’t think Raven is some delicate flower who needs to be protected. I don’t think Raven would appreciate being treated like that, either. In fact, it’s part of her character that she doesn’t. She’s more like Murphy and Emori than she is like Clarke or Abby, to be quite honest. She’s the one who felt no remorse at torturing Lincoln. The one ready to blow up the bridge or army or generator. She’s the one who accused Bellamy and Clarke of being killers, and denied Abby medicine to treat patients. She’s growing and changing and becoming more humane, but no. Raven is not a Disney princess either. And I like that about her.