ebony & ivory by wbtrashking (fan_nerd), Explicit, 20k A little longer than your average one shot, but OH MY GOD THIS FIC IS AMAZING. Yuuri, a pianist, moves into a new apartment complex to play with the ASO. Not long after he starts practicing, he starts getting requests from his mysterious upstairs neighbour. THIS FIC CLEARED MY SKIN AND SAVED MY SOUL IT’S SO SO AMAZING
i’ve stumbled onto sounds i wasn’t able to make alone by zerotransfat, Teen, 20k Yakov pushes Victor for another season, and Victor doesn’t really have a good reason to refuse. He’s been having trouble finding his free program music when he meets Yuuri, a composer who can’t seem to finish this one song. SO GOOD OMG! Definitely recommend!
Encore by sub_textual, Teen, 37k (WIP) A semi-retelling of the events of Yuri!!! On Ice through the competitive world of music. In which Yuuri and Viktor find each other, life, and love. Love!
Gotta Have Soul by CelestialYuuri, Teen, 27k (WIP) Victor Nikiforov is a living legend in the music industry, but he’s losing steam after years of touring cities and continents that change in the blink of an eye. Yuuri Katsuki is a musician who puts passion in what he creates, but he’s still timid when it comes to singing to his full ability. Stunning singer-songwriter AU! Must read!
tempo rubato by shirabeau, Explicit, 5.5k “Viktor,” Yuuri says through a choking gasp, “what if I get a low score, what if they hate—” Viktor’s hold on his neck tightens, and he pulls Yuuri closer still, bringing their faces just inches apart. “You won’t, and they won’t.” Lovely pianist AU!
Your Voice by DandereMikuo, Teen, 9.2k (WIP) After a certain incident, 19-year old Katsuki Yuuri is unable to skate, and now confides in his newfound interest: music. Meanwhile, famous figure skater 23-year old Victor Nikiforov is in Japan for personal reasons. Great fic!
My Little Music Box by alisayamin (sh_04e), Mature, 19k (WIP) As a composer, Victor no longer has any inspiration to write new music. His solution? Travel the whole world to try and find it. LOVE!
I love you, my dear by indianchai, Teen, 8.5k Musician au where famous YouTube singer Victor is practically in love with a famous singer/lyricist named Lilith (who has never revealed his true identity to the public). Thumbs up!
et le soleil dit a la lune by intertwingular, Gen, 7.1k (WIP) In which viktor nikiforov somehow ends up as katsuki yuuri’s accompanist, and learns that sometimes, spring is all you have. they learn to make the most of it. Lovely Your Lie in April AU!
The melody of your soul by Analys, Mature, 5.5k (WIP) Katsuki Yuuri is a talented singer with a voice that spellbinds anybody that hears him sing but his stage fright and anxiety takes the best of him. YUURI AND VICTOR ARE ROOMMATES AT JUILLIARD CAN YOU HEAR MY SCREAMS
dear true love by cityboys, Teen, 63k (WIP) Victor is a writer pretending to be on a break; Yuuri is a pianist pretending to not be on a break. They meet, somehow, in the backwaters of Saga Prefecture, Japan. SO AMAZING
studied her, taking in her features from afar.
almost memorized her and the way she walked, the way she talked, the way she
would get so lost in her own thoughts in class.
walk to the side closest to a wall alongside Neville Longbottom and her
Hufflepuff friend Lynne. She would make small conversation and express small
emotions. Very rarely would she draw attention to herself, her smiles being
short and sweet and her laughs as delicate as a daisy petal.
She had a
nervous twitch where she would play with her hair in some shape or form,
twiddling it between her index finger and her thumb or curling it around a few
times before brushing it out again.
like rough flirting. He had figured that out immediately when Cormac approached
(Name) and shot out some weird pick up lines, did the thing where he trapped
her between two of his arms and backed her against a wall, and basically told her she had to go out on a date
was obvious when all he received was a hard slap to the face and hard shove
partners in Potions once and Draco
found himself staring at her constantly. She was so gentle, yet she knew how to
stand up for herself.
learned so much about her just by studying her and seeing how she reacted to
the other hand, didn’t even try to approach her. He knew all it would end in
was a rejection, and honestly he didn’t want his reputation damaged… No matter
how infatuated he was with her.
turned his attention from the Hufflepuff girl scurrying to catch up with her
“… Did you hear me?” Blaise snapped his fingers in front of him, causing him to
what you were staring at.” Blaise stated, eyes narrowed. “A chick?”
Request: @zadddyjokerHi there! I was wondering if you could do a Loki x reader when he meets the reader in Sakaar and he slowly falls in love for them?
Sakaar had been your home for as long as you could remember; you parents had sent you here, alone, after you caused much trouble back on your home planet and the people, as well as your parents, couldn’t take you anymore. Which was rather unfair.
Although, you preferred Sakaar. You had freedom, you could do whatever you wanted. It was great. However, you were quite lonely. Friendship wise and romance wise. There was no one on Sakaar who just caught your eye, there was just no one. Sure, you had a few friends (if you could even count them as friends) but besides that you were pretty lonely.
The Grandmaster was hosting a giant party (in celebration of the Hulk yet again winning another battle contest) and you decided to go, thinking you had nothing better to do.
You walked into the party and ordered yourself a drink, waiting for your friend Valkyrie who arrived soon after you did and ordered the same drink you did. After your drinks came the two of you sat talking for a while, until Valkyrie looked behind you and then back at you.
“That new God guy is looking at you” She said, taking a swig of her drink, “you should go talk to him”
You looked over your shoulder and spotted the ‘God’ Valkyrie was talking about and you weren’t going to lie - he was very very handsome. His eyes flickered up quickly to yours and you watched as a smirk etched at his lips before you turned back around.
Valkyrie chuckled, she knew exactly what you were thinking, “He’s coming over here” she whispered, a playful smirk on her lips. Once the handsome stranger had made his way to you, Valkyrie slid off her seat, “See you later” she winked and walked off, her spot being taken by the man you had a newfound interest for.
“Loki” the man introduced, holding his hand out which you took with a small smile on your lips.
“y/n” you responded, letting go of your hand, “how come I haven’t seen you around before?” you asked, taking a sip of your drink.
“I have only just recently got here” Loki replied, “I had a fight - well, hardly a fight -with a family member and the next minute I woke up here”
The conversation between you and Loki went on for what seemed like many hours and you found yourself starting to like him a lot even though he told you some of the things he had done to people and earth but you had done some bad stuff on your planet so the both of you were somewhat on the same level. He was different (in a good way). He wasn’t like everybody else on Sakaar, he was nice and actually paid attention to you.
As the weeks passed the two of you saw each other everyday and you felt like you were starting to, dare I say, love him. You had never had a connection like this with anybody before, he made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Unaware to you, Loki felt the same also. From the moment he saw you at that party, he knew that he liked you and it was strange for him. Strange because he never, ever though he would fall in love but he had shown himself wrong.
It was dark and the planet of Sakaar was quiet and rather dead, everyone seemed to be asleep but you and Loki were taking a stroll through the centre of the place and subconsciously, he had held your hand but you didn’t object.
“Y/n, I need to do something” Loki said stopping your walk and stood opposite you, his face very close to yours. You raised your eyebrow at him, confused as to where he was going to go with this.
He moved himself closer and pressed his forehead against yours yours, his eyes flickering down to your lips then back to your eyes; he pressed his lips to yours, holding you close to him. You loosely wrapped your arms around Loki’s neck, smiling into the kiss.
“I think I like you, Loki” you whispered, pulling back and staring at him. A smile etched on his lips and he placed them back on yours passionately, holding you very close to him.
Returning after several weeks away from writing these! Huge thanks to @loquaciousquark for jumping in. <3
The episode begins with Matt and Marisha lint-rolling Darin’s suit.
Marisha officially started as CD of Geek and Sundry back in January or February and finally feels like she can start talking about how the work she’s been doing has been coming to fruition.
No TM next week due to travel.
There were four police helicopters circling Matt and Marisha’s place, during which a police dog came through their backyard and destroyed their backyard couch.
Marisha’s doing an AMA on the subreddit tomorrow.
Brian: “Banned from every single Critical Role Q&A as of this moment are any and all High Noon-related questions.”
Once the party rested for the evening before going to find Ioun, Matt knew they would be too late to prevent Vecna’s ascension, and from there he was just waiting for a good narrative beat to reveal it.
Darin thought Sprigg was going to have to sacrifice himself to keep Ioun alive. Matt wasn’t sure how that was going to end, either, but as soon as Sprigg started offering his services, Matt and Darin both saw the opportunity for a redemption arc 37 years in the making.
Sprigg never actually learned anybody’s names in the party.
Sprigg’s advice to Vax was something Darin took to heart during a hard time in his life: “Life is loud, and noisy, and it should be a celebration.”
Marisha points out that just because Keyleth’s taking a more neutral or cynical worldview in some situations, that doesn’t mean she’s losing the empathy that’s the core of her character. The two aren’t mutually exclusive; she mainly sees it as Keyleth becoming less “stubborn in her self-righteousness.”
Matt felt Percy was beginning to fall into the nature of someone who was a seeker of knowledge, but it was knowledge that he coveted for his own enlightenment, as opposed to sharing it with others. “He prided himself on knowing things and being the one who knew things.” Not so much even keeping the guns secret, which was more about the danger involved, but more “just his personality and his lack of faith in the gods in general.” Matt thought about Scanlan, who’d spent his life learning about the world and then conveying and sharing that knowledge to uplift and inspire other people. Between Ioun being a goddess devoted to the sharing and spreading of knowledge, and Scanlan’s newfound interest in faith, those elements came together and made Scanlan “a more pure candidate than what Percival was at the moment.”
Matt didn’t have any idea how everyone was going to solve the puzzle, what groups they were going to break into, etc.—he’d thought of a few possible ways for them to succeed, and then had to sit back and hope they’d figure it out.
Keyleth doesn’t think being faithless would necessarily disqualify her in Melora’s eyes, especially given the conversations she’s had with the gods thus far; it’s the difference between belief and reverence. She’s more concerned about time right now than anything else.
The gods can only give their gifts once. If they give it away to the wrong people, it cannot be given again, which is why they’re running these tests (also because it’s more fun that way). If Scanlan had failed the test, Ioun would not have given him her blessing, and would’ve waited for another powerful adventurer to come by. Matt points out that while Vox Machina are among the most powerful people in the world right now, there’s a lot going on in the world, and other candidates could potentially arise.
Darin thinks Sprigg is going to enjoy accumulating so much knowledge and living everyone else’s adventures; it’s his version of heaven.
Vecna fundamentally seeks knowledge; he hangs onto it, keeps it secret, and kills anyone else who knows it. Brian points out that Sprigg is also essentially hoarding knowledge (he’s chaotic evil, but he’s not necessarily a villain: he’s selfish), but now he’s learning to give a bit of that back since Ioun shared some of herself with him and he returned it to her.
Keyleth is genuinely delighted for Percy and Vex, but thinks Percy is “a little bit of a fucking dick for not telling me.” Keyleth’s also got some jealousy going on given Vax’s situation right now. “Good for her. Good for her. Good for Janet.”
Matt points out that the gods they’ve seen are just the most readily available ones to them, and so it’s possible for them to actively seek out the others: Kord, Erathis, etc. But now they have to weigh it against the time (and other things) they’ll lose in doing so, versus deciding to engage in the final conflict earlier. Marisha points out how much Matt loves his timed challenges.
Matt: “Someone please make a half-orc named Thigh Gap as a D&D character.”
After it appears in somebody’s screen name, Darin learns what “grundle” means. Pointing to his suit: “You know what, this is linen. I spent a couple bucks on this. There’s a fake carnation. Thank you for your username.” Matt suggests “grundle” be replaced by “humble bundle” in the common vernacular from now on.
Matt and Darin agree that Sprigg’s alignment has shifted more toward chaotic neutral. Darin: “You get older, you change. You can’t stay the same.” Marisha: “People change you. If you’re left alone, you stay the same.”
During the discussion, Darin and Matt segue naturally into a brief scene together as Sprigg and Dimitri the imp.
Marisha talks about the parallels between Keyleth’s connections with Kerrek and Sprigg: both arrived right in the midst of her being stuck in a rut where
she didn’t feel like anyone in the party was available to mirror her inner worries back to her. Sprigg talking about forgetting his companions’ names brought up a new fear in Keyleth about her future, but at the same time, his statements about the importance of memory are helping her start to process the possibility of losing Vax.
Darin talks about how roleplaying can let you tell a friend how deeply you feel about them without having to say it directly. Brian points out that the genuine openness and emotional honesty between the players is one of the biggest draws of the show.
Matt is deeply moved that the show fits into that rare space where people watching the show can relatively easily go out and emulate it themselves. It’s not just knowing people like the show, it’s knowing the show pushed them to start their own adventures and make their own connections that could play out for years… possibly even 37 years and two generations of players.
Matt loves having a villain that can pop in and taunt VM whenever he likes. Vecna’s pretty much just going around and trolling everyone who doesn’t believe he’s already won. Having a recurring villain like that also gives Matt more opportunities to develop him as a character and to build more interactions with the players.
Brian thinks of the Raven Queen-Vax interactions as a Galadriel-Frodo relationship… but if Galadriel were played by Helena Bonham Carter.
The inspiration for Vecna’s voice is a bit of Orson Welles with some gravel and a little rounding.
Marisha and Darin encourage Matt to look into voice directing, and he thinks he’d enjoy that, but he also thinks there isn’t really a gap there right now with all the wonderful folks directing at the moment. He also finds directing exhausting and has one or two other things on his plate right now…
Darin on taking risks like traveling across the country for something you’re passionate about: “You can only take the first step.” Marisha: “It’s good you’re scared. You should be. That’s healthy.” Matt talks about how it’s important to go into it knowing that persistence may not be enough to pay off, and you have to keep checking in with yourself to make sure it’s still something you’re passionate about. It can take a long time, and you have to be prepared for bad years among the good years. Brian points out that wherever you start out, you should already be doing your craft there, because you’re not magically going to find inspiration and the ability to do the work by moving across the country. Marisha talks about the isolation of moving to a new place, and also talks about checking your ego at the door and trying to find ways to pay it forward as you go.
Matt talks about how he grew up with the old-school tabletop RPG communities and always wanted to be an ambassador to help bring the old-school fans into the newer/transformative stuff, so in spite of himself he still gets very bummed out when he stumbles across a whole thread of D&D fans talking about how much they hate him and think he’s singlehandedly ruined the game and the genre. Getting that kind of negativity is almost inevitable, but getting it from a group that he considers himself a part of hits a lot harder.
Darin mentions that Sprigg’s last thank-you was, of course, to Matt rather than Ioun.
It's because of your blog that I found Melodies Unheard but felt all the Same and I want to thank you! I can't hear out of my left ear and the hearing in my right ear isn't so great either and it's nice to know of a story about a deaf character where the writer actually studied before writing and had sources and links added for their readers to check out. Do you have any other disability victuri stories that are good and respectful?
First of all, I’m so happy to hear that you found a great fic that is respectful and relates to you, in a way! This is the goal of my blog, that everyone is able to find a fic that they love and can even find a fic that can relate to their life and their circumstances. I’m so happy to have you on my blog, thank you for requesting this! I hope the fics here are not offensive in any way, I tried to pick fics that had a lot of great feedback and support!
Note: Some of these fics may have content that could be triggering/difficult to read. Please read at your discretion.
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Yuuri/Victor Has a Disability
Melodies Unheard, but Felt All the Same by Watermelonsmellinfellon, Mature, 76k Yuuri wanted to make history as the first deaf man to win the Grand Prix Final. Of course he’s a little skeptical of Victor Nikiforov’s presence, especially considering the reactions from others who have learned about his lack of hearing. AMAZING fic!!
Unspoken by daretoliveforever, Gen, 5.9k “You see Yuuri, when your soulmate says something about you, like a compliment or a special message, their words will appear on your skin.“ I’m sobbing
Silent Ice by ofskatesandwatercolor, Mature, 28k (WIP) Viktor Nikiforov had never dreamed he’d find the inspiration to enjoy his life-long passion again, until he met deaf figure skater Katsuki Yuuri. Great fic, but starts off pretty angsty because of misunderstandings!
Prism by kanekki, Mature, 13k Yuuri is losing his hearing, but gaining more than he ever could have imagined in return. Thumbs up!
Your Voice by DandereMikuo, Teen, 10k (WIP) After a certain incident, 19-year old Katsuki Yuuri is unable to skate, and now confides in his newfound interest: music. Meanwhile, famous figure skater 23-year old Victor Nikiforov is in Japan for personal reasons. Musician AU!
Love Unseen by KaylaBellissima, Explicit, 28k (WIP) AU where Yuuri went blind within the first year or so after he became a fan of Victor, and never pursued figure skating for himself. Told through Victor. Inspired by Melodies Unheard, but Felt All the Same!
Can You Hear My Heartbeat? by W84U, Mature, 6.8k (WIP) Yuuri Katsuki is a florist in Japan, he’s never heard a voice before. Viktor Nikiforov is a famous skater with a prodigy little brother. Yuri is Viktors adoptive little brother he’s never been in love. Minami Kenjiro is Yuuri’s best friend with a heart of gold. What happens when they all meet? Very sweet fic!
Knowing your love by Viktor_OnInk (Magik_Lester), Teen, 6k (WIP) Yuuri Katsuki had not always been blind. There was a time when he could see the grass, the trees, the food he ate, his mother’s face as she tucked him in at night and sung him a little song before he closed his eyes and went to sleep. He was in awe with the beauty of the world and when his sight was taken away from him, it was the cruellest of fates for the young boy.
Rise Above the Tides by Kashoku, Explicit, 34k Yuuri was going to go out on top, just like Viktor had. He was going to win gold in his third World’s appearance and then retire to spend the rest of his life with his husband. But when a freak accident during his finale free skate leaves him blind, Yuuri finds himself spiraling into a world darker than the one in front of his eyes and he must learn to Rise. You will definitely cry, but there is a happy ending!
the birth of comets takes place on the tip of your lashes by apollothyme, Teen, 15k His eyes are sick, were always going to be sick and will only get sicker as time progresses. There’s no treatment for it, just glasses and maybe prayer, if you’re into that kind of stuff. Well researched, and great writing! (Otayuri not victuuri, but still great!)
Bitty’s wedding party (holster and ransom, the frogs, etc other friends bitty has the comic doesnt show) takes him to a club where they only played beyonce. Theres a stripper pole that no professional strippers danced with but almost everyone in the party danced with (except for nursey, no one let nursey near a stripper pole)
Jack’s wedding party (shitty and lardo, the falconers, etc other ppl close to jack but the comic doesnt show but jack is such an introvert ill be surprised if his bachelor party has more than 10 guests) took him on a tour of the boston freedom trail. There were champagne, beer, and jack gets to talk about his newfound interest, the training regimen of the revolutionary army in 18th century usa colonies.
Imagine: Cole Sprouse has been ordered by his agency that he must maintain a relationship with Lili Reinhart to keep his job, crushing any of his hopes of being with you. His newfound interest in Lili coupled with your poor reception on the show make your job unbearable, and you finally decide to do something about it.
Things got bad again.
Following the conversation between Cole and his agent, he’d cut off any unnecessary communication with you two. Character trainings became one-hour line readings in the green room. You’d make inside jokes and he’d respond with a straight-faced nod. Worst of all, the time that he took away spending with you, he poured into spending time with Lili. He followed her around like an incessant puppy, smiling for any camera to see. It made you sick.
Then again, you probably should have expected it to happen. With Cole, you felt like time had stopped. But you guess he’d finally decided it was time for it to start moving again.
To make things even worse, your character on Riverdale got horrible fan reception. “Bughead” fans hated any moment you were on camera or with Cole, even hoping online that your character would be killed off to give way for “Bughead endgame”.
Summary:You hated his guts, especially after he ruined your chance at getting a good grade in one of your toughest classes. But why did your heart beat a little faster every time you saw him? And why did he feel the same way?
“Y/N! Hello there!” Mr. Ransford greeted you as you walked into his class. You waved at him with one hand while your other was preoccupied with your project that you had managed to finish on your own due to Jungkook’s absence since the night of the storm.
“Hi Mr.Ransfo-” you started when you noticed his gaze trail behind you, another smile on his face as he said, “Jungkook! You too!”
As his name slipped through your professor’s mouth, you froze in place, as the thoughts from nights before came flooding through your mind.
You hesitantly turned around, as you looked up nervously, your eyes meeting his which were already looking at you. Breaking away from your gaze immediately, he walked up beside you and turned to look at Mr. Ransford.
“We–um-we finished the project,” he said silently as you turned away from him and handed it to your professor. Taking it from you, he looked at the both of you with a small smile on his face.
“Well I’m glad! And, it looks like you two are friends now too?” he joked, as a quiet scoff left Jungkook’s mouth, making your heart break in your chest.
Standing there for a couple of seconds in an awkward silence, you sighed and said, “Well, I need to get going Mr. Ransford. I have another class in a couple minutes that I need to get to.”
Saying your goodbyes you walked out the door, not looking back to see if Jungkook was following or not, although you could hear the faint sound of his footsteps behind you.
“Y/N?” he called out softly, as you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in.
I’m a long-time fan of Unfuck Your Habitat, and now have the chance to share some photos. A lot of the posts UFYH reblogs are examples of people deep cleaning a small area (like a desk or a drawer), or a larger area over a day or two of extended effort–which is super cool and fantastic don’t get me wrong! but is a bit difficult for me to emulate, because I’m all over the place figuratively and literally (visiting family etc) and my executive function… doesn’t. :D
The first half of 2017 was a bit shite and I let my room get to what you see in the first pair of photos. When I had finally extinguished my mental health garbage fire, I realised that if I wanted to do things besides sit on the couch and glare at the wall, I needed to reclaim my space.
So, I made it my goal to clean my bedroom over the course of July. These are the progress photos; the dates are in the captions. I never worked longer than an hour at a time and on many days, I did no cleaning at all, but I managed to juuuust make my personal deadline. :D
One more photo and some advice/a lot of words under the Read More:
Alec was thirstier than he thought possible. He wasn’t alone though, all of his coven mates were angsty and impatient for Heidi to return for today’s catch. It was a miracle that Gianna had managed to stay alive amongst the thirsty vampires.
The second Heidi appeared through the door, Alec’s coven mates all lunged for the nearest body. Patience was nothing but a memory at the moment. All that mattered was thirst.
“Alexander, I’m sorry, but I have to go,” you mutter to your younger brother.
“I’ll write, and I hope you will, too.”
He sniffles. “Why can’t I go with you?”
“I’m going over to get a job-” you silently add “or marry rich”- “You need to stay here. I promise I’ll bring you over to the mainland as soon as I can.”
“I love you.”
You kiss his head. “I love you, too.”
I landed on the mainland safely. I am still looking for employment. I hope that things are going well for you. The voyage was rather tough; you know how much I hate the sea, but it was not unbearable. Our ship hit a rough patch, so we landed in Virginia instead of New York. Hopefully, I will make my way up there before you arrive.
Oh! I must tell you about the most wonderful man I met once I arrived. I know how much you hate my constant “girly-talk”, but I know that you would like him. Thomas Jefferson. He has quite a large plantation here. Although I have never liked the institute of slavery, Thomas’s plantation does not phase me that much. He says he treats the workers much better than others in the area, which makes me feel a little better. At least they were not sold to someone who would abuse them. I do hope that you get to meet him soon.
There is so much more to write about, but we are running low on ink. Please write back.
Your favorite sister,
I regret to inform you that it does not look like I will be making it to the mainland anytime soon. I do hope you will be able to acquire the money soon. There is not much going on here. A few of our old neighbors are trying to devise a scheme to sail back to the mainland. I doubt they will succeed. They were never the brightest.
I am excited to hear about your newfound interest. However, I do not appreciate that he owns slaves. Frankly, I do not care how he treats them; he still bought people to do his work. Aside from his slaves, I am sure he is a wonderful person. He makes you happy. How horrible could he be?
I hope to see you again soon.
It has been almost two years, and I feel that I have failed you. I still have not gotten the money you need. In better news, Thomas and I are engaged to be married. He is headed off to France soon to be an American ambassador, and he wishes that I go with him, saying he couldn’t bare to be without me for who knows how long. My only regret about the engagement is that you never got to meet him. I’m sure we will have the means to get you to the mainland by the time we return.
I do hope to hear from you again before the wedding.
You tighten your grip on your husband’s hand as the two of you walk into his first meeting as Secretary of State. He had not told you much about what is happening today because he doesn’t know much.
He bends down to kiss your forehead. “Do you want to take a seat next to Madison? This should be over shortly.”
You kiss him lightly. “Good luck.”
You take a seat next to your husband’s friend as the meeting starts. A man with long, dark hair pulled up in a ponytail walks in. He looks incredibly familiar, but you just can’t seem to place him.
President Washington begins, “The issue on the table: Secretary Hamilton’s-” he can’t be- “plan to assume state debt and establish a national bank. Secretary Jefferson, you have the floor, sir.”
You watch as your husband stands and recites what he had written. You can tell just how nervous he is because he stumbles quite a bit. Once he sits down, Secretary Hamilton stands up. “Thomas, that was a real nice declaration. Welcome to the present. We’re running a real nation.”
After the first word out of his mouth, you recognized Secretary Hamilton as your brother almost immediately.
The president abruptly stands up and calls for a brief recess. You excuse yourself, saying that you are going to get water and follow Alexander out of the room.
“Alexander?” you call, your voice soft.
He turns around. “(Y/N)?”
You nod slightly. “It’s been a while.”
“Yes, I suppose it has.”
“How long have you been in America?” you ask, trying to break the tension.
“A few years. I see that you’ve gotten married.”
“I thought you two would have gotten along better.” You run your hands through the folds of your skirt.
“You thought wrong.”
You grimace at his tone. He should be happy to see you again. “I am capable of seeing that, Alexander.”
“I never knew you would go for such a pompous, elit-”
“That’s enough! He’s my husband! I would have thought you would have been happy for me! Maybe even put aside whatever anger you harbor for my husband! It’s been so many years since we’ve seen each other and the first thing you do is reprimand me for my husband!”
“You-” His face flushes when Thomas walks over to you and rests his hand on your shoulder.
“(Y/N), I see you have met Secretary Hamilton.”
“What are you doing here, Jefferson?” Alexander spits.
“I heard my yelling and figured she would like some support.”
Alexander scoffs. “I grew up with her. She doesn’t need help from anybody.”
Thomas looks between you and your brother, suddenly realizing the similarities. “He’s your brother?”
I feel like people have begun to romanticize the development of the relationship between Summer and Rick a little bit too much. It might be nice if I believed it was completely genuine, but, knowing what we know about Rick, I’m highly skeptical about that. We all know Rick will do and say whatever he wants to get whatever he wants, including and especially to the people in his own family. He has his moments of genuine compassion and concern but, overall, Rick’s first priority is Rick and he will color his interactions to reflect that. Rick is well aware that Summer desperately wants him around every bit as much as her mother does and will overlook any and all faults that he has to make sure he stays whether it’s good for the family or not. Basically, purposely or not, Rick is doing to Summer exactly what he did and continues to do to Beth: Becoming this perfect symbol on a pedestal that can do no wrong and will be forgiven no matter what atrocity he commits against them or other people.
I say all of this because, cute nicknames aside, I feel like people are overlooking a key aspect of Rick’s personality: Rick does not give two shits about anyone but himself and (usually) Morty.
He abandoned their mother and his wife and was absent from Beth’s life for years going on adventures and committing crimes. He destroyed his previous universe and left everyone but Morty behind - including Summer - when he couldn’t fix it without even bothering to see if they were alive. He collapsed the entire government with no regard for the other Ricks, Mortys, and potential thousands of innocent civilians that were slaughtered in the process. He ran Jerry out of his own home just because he didn’t like him (Their marriage was likely already falling apart, but Rick was ultimately the straw that broke the camel’s back). Even in this episode he abandoned Summer and Morty in the post-apocalyptic Earth despite the clear mental anguish they were going through and is encouraging his daughter to go through with the divorce despite how unhappy the entire situation is making everyone because it’s more beneficial to him to have Jerry gone than it is for him to acknowledge the fact that Jerry (rightfully) thinks Rick is a danger to his family and the rest of the planet. This is not a man who would suddenly grow a conscience and become a good father and grandfather at the turn of the season. Rick is still the same Rick he’s always been, it’s just that there’s no one to really call him out on it anymore. Even Morty can’t say anything against him because Summer and Beth will just deny it.
So, while more interactions between Rick and Summer are interesting to see, I take all of Rick’s newfound interest in his granddaughter with a grain of salt.
What really gets me is that there are ways to tell stories about teenagers coming to terms with their newfound romantic and sexual interests-- this is basically the plot of every John Hughes movie-- without literally producing pornography of those characters, and these Star Vs fanartists are extra scary because they're counting on their younger fans not being able tell the difference between "the premise of The Facts Of Life" and "literally committing a sex crime and posting it online"
(2/2) That’s why it freaks me when they’re like “awwww, it’s so cute! It’s just puberty, they’re so full of hormones!” because like they are literally pretending that what they’re doing is somehow no different than, say, every teen show on the Disney channel that somehow manages to show kids and teens navigating adolescent WITHOUT including graphic pornography produced by pedophiles and distributed to an audience of minors
Idk where you want requests... Sorry, here goes: I thought you were my best friend so I jumped on you, but it turns out your just a really famous singer trying to get some shopping done without being noticed. Sorry? Or I'm a cop and you hate it, cause you're always worrying about me, but I love that I get to help people, and we try to work it out. Fluffy and worrying. Idk, those were bad, I'm sorry! But love your writing!!! And thank you, sorry if this is the wrong place.
A/N Thank you so much for your requests!! They are both awesome! This is exactly where they should be sent. I decided to go with the first one but may revisit the other at a later date because it seems pretty cool. Thank you for reading my stuff, I hope you enjoy this!
Thirty minutes late. I sighed, pulling out my phone and verifying the time. I should be used to this by now but it was still frustrating. It sucked to be always on time, to stress about punctuality, and then get rewarded for my promptness by waiting for everyone else to arrive. My best friend, Oliver, was the worst offender. Knowing him he’d found some hot guy on his way into the store and was currently chatting up his latest conquest, oblivious to the fact that I was haunting the home goods store, circling the aisles in a random pattern and avoiding the workers.
“Where are you?” I texted him, considering 30 minutes enough time waiting to not be considered a nag. And really, to be fair (to me), it was 45 minutes. Like the neurotic freak I am, I had arrived 15 minutes early. The sales people in the store probably thought I was nuts.
I did another circle of the lighting department, staring at the ornate lamps on display and fingering the delicate tassels on the shades. There was a blue Victorian inspired one I was especially fond of. I was ogling the intricate embroidery on it when I finally spotted him. His back was to me but I recognized his slim build with surprisingly broad shoulders. His dark hair was covered by a baseball cap.
Sneaking up behind him, I put my hands on his shoulders and jumped on his back. “Finally!” I said, “I’ve been waiting for you for ages.”
“What the fuck?” I instantly went stiff, sliding down his back and stepping away, my eyes growing wide. Fuck! Oliver didn’t have an Irish accent.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorr…” I started to apologize, absolutely mortified. The words died on my lips as my poor accosted stranger turned and I was confronted by the bluest eyes I have ever seen. His forehead was creased as he looked at me, obviously annoyed by my assault. He was fidgeting irritably with a phone and water bottle in his hands, shifting them from one to the other as he took a deep breath.
“Look, I woulda taken a picture with ya. You didn’t need to jump on me.”
She didn’t know
when it had happened. She wasn’t even sure why
it had happened, but …but suddenly, she noticed; Lily realised she was
paying attention to him. And it was confusing her.
“James is playing
mighty well today, isn’t he?” Marlene said next to her, smiling and cheering
along with the rest of Gryffindor house. She applauded and woo’d loudly when
James brought them another goal.
smiling, but only ended up grimacing a little at her friend’s enthusiasm and kept her eyes on
“You all right,
Lily?” Alice asked on her other side. The girl was showing her support as well,
bundled up in her scarf coloured red and gold, but she was nowhere near as bad
as Marlene (or Sirius standing in front of them) in terms of volume.
“You get them,
Potter!” Sirius yelled, waving his small flag passionately.
“Go James!” Peter
Lily rolled her
eyes and turned to Alice. “I’m fine. It’s just that Black spotted the Snitch
ages ago, but he still hasn’t tried to catch it yet.”
Alice blinked. “That’s
curious. I wonder why he would wait.”
answer. She didn’t have the faintest idea either, but what was nagging her mind
was the fact that she’d noticed at all. Since when had Regulus Black been on
“And there goes a
point to Slytherin! About time, that. Suppose it can’t have been easy for poor
Travers to perform today, I hear his girlfriend broke up with him last weekend.
Speaking of performance, I hear that was part of the reason why she dumped him—”
Professor McGonagall roared.
Bertha Jorkins said, and resumed commenting the game.
“What an absolute idiot,”
Marlene said, looking somewhat disgusted. “Doesn’t she realise Travers would
kill her for that if he could get away with it?”
“She does meet our
house’s criteria of being reckless well enough,” Lily agreed.
“You’re being a
bit hard on her,” said Alice. “I don’t think she knows what—“
“Oh, she knows,”
Lily and Marlene chorused.
“That’s what makes
it worse,” said Marlene.
continued and Lily’s attention was once more on the younger Black. He was
circling around above the goal posts, giving the impression of boredom, yet
Lily observed the way his back never fully turned toward the left side of the
Quidditch pitch. He was the definition of Slytherin, it seemed. He was
pretending to be something he was not.
What’s he playing at?
She wondered if
her newfound interest in the boy was his doing as well. Did he spike her
pumpkin juice, perhaps? He certainly was clever enough, since he too was a member of the Slug Club and according to
Professor Slughorn he was the one most likely to become the male Slytherin prefect
next year. And he never did act like the other imbeciles she’d seen strutting
around yelling ‘mudblood’ at people. In fact, he minded his own business at all
A part of her
reluctantly admired that. She never did seem able to do so herself. Perhaps if
she had then …No, she scolded
herself. Petunia would still have found something else to complain about, even
if she and Severus hadn’t found Dumbledore’s letter.
That was another
thing. The Black sibling rivalry. While Sirius Black wasn’t Lily’s favourite
person, she still felt for his unfortunate family situation. The distance
between him and his brother was predictably a sore spot and she sympathised deeply. However
…It was a fact that the usual instigator of their public rows was Sirius.
Regulus would at most sneer at his brother and friends, but nothing more to
There was a cheer
as Slytherin scored another point, and Lily snapped out of her thoughts– only to
find the person in question looking back at her.
Still perched up
high and elegantly on his broom, Regulus arched an eyebrow her way; his grey
eyes rapidly switching from their usual reserved look to mildly amused. Lily realised
that it must indeed look strange for her to be the only one not fixated on the
other end of the pitch. But still she was reluctant to let her gaze go.
Regulus Black had
somehow wormed his way into her brain and she wanted to figure out why, even if
that meant she had to suffer his smirk.
request: rfa+forgotten trio and a SUPER strong mc? like mc can benchpress 5 adults kind of strong uwu
Wow, uh, you’re. You’re uh. You.
You’re really not like Rika, huh.
Yoosung is fairly positive that you could have crushed Rika between your thumb and forefinger, and wow uh
he’s just been introduced to a whoooooole new aesthetic.
You’ve ruined Yoosung. He can’t look at people the same way ever again. No more does he fluster and stutter over pretty girls; it’s all muscle and huge and wow you’re strong, how long have you been working out
One time, he’s struggling with a pickle jar and you just pop it open, quick as you blink. He sweats because he’s suddenly been hit by the realization of damn does he want you to pop him open.
he doesn’t even know what that means but he wants it.
C-can he touch your muscles.
The playboy magazines under his bed are replaced by Weightlifter’s Monthly, and Zen doesn’t know what to do with himself.
It’s frustrating, because Zen always thought he had a type, and that type was pretty and delicate and princesslike and YOU ARE NONE OF THOSE THINGS BUT DAMN YOU ARE SUDDENLY ZEN’S TYPE
You’re so considerate with your strength too, like you carry his groceries and your groceries and the little old lady across the street’s groceries and, on the one hand, he feels wholly inadequate compared to you but also he can’t stop thinking about you.
You work out with him and Zen desperately tries to pretend that he is not staring at you. And your pecs. And your abdomen. And the sweat dripping down your neck and wow his mind’s going to a really bad place.
She screams into her pillow, thinks about you, and then screams some more.
what right do you have to be so strong
what right do you have to invade her every waking thought of how much she wants you to pick her up and carry her off
Jaehee isn’t into princesses! She isn’t into being a damsel! But OH BOY does she want you to sweep her off her feet and carry her away from all of this office work!
You came to help her set up some tables for a fundraiser and o h m y g o d
YOU CAN CARRY A STACK OF TWENTY CHAIRS
YOU CAN SINGLEHANDEDLY LIFT HUGE CONFERENCE TABLES
you are invaluable and she just covers her face and imagines you helping her around the house.
In a moment of perfect clarity, Jumin now understands why he was never attracted to any of the women his father threw at him.
it’s because none of them could lift a car.
Jumin just………. swings by to watch you work out things. He, in his fancy-schmancy expensive suits and perfectly coiffed hair, is captivated by you, all sweaty and lifting things and training with his guards and h o t damn.
call a policeman and a fireman b/c he needs to be resuscitated.
He joins an online community and finds other people to commiserate with about his newfound interests. It’s there that he learns the word ‘swole’.
Swole, he says, tasting the syllables in his mouth. Swole. It has a good ring to it.
Jaehee discovers his browser history is full of word like swole and buff and she really isn’t sure how to feel right now.
He puts on his maid outfit. You put on your deliciously tight, muscle-revealing shirt. And you go clubbing.
Saeyoung adores the attention. He is adorable, you are buff, and you can pick him up and put him on your shoulder.
Not once does he have to worry about anyone being weird to him because you could just pummel them. You don’t, because you’re a sweetie, but he loves that you, y’know. Could.
Oh, he’s a bit tsundere about the whole thing at first. “I’m not looking at you!” he says, trying to throw himself into his work. “You or your perfect musculature!”
“Keep your Adonis-esque glow on your side of the room!”
He warms up to it eventually though, and one of his favorite games is to serve as your dumbbell during your morning routines.
well this is…
It is certainly… certainly a change.
(V dabs lightly at his forehead. You are… quite an extraordinary person in a way he really doesn’t know how to deal with.)
Everybody makes jokes about you and V, about how he’s pretty and refined and delicate and you can fight a moose and win. He asks you if it bothers you, and you kind of shrug - being like you are, you’ve kinda… gotten used to it.
It doesn’t really matter, as long as V likes who you are, and V has to say that he does. Being near you makes him feel… safe. Makes him feel… secure.
Something about your strength makes him feel like he’s the one being protected, and god, does he need that after everything You’re so strong and stable and he feels grounded when he’s around you.
Like he could hold onto you and you’d never let go.
And here we see an edgelord in his natural habitat - competing with others to assert his dominance.
Unfortunately, there’s no competing with you, though god does he try. He’s always running around after you, trying to lift the things you do and do the moves you do and he just…
so he makes you train him.
Training him, unfortunately, results in his continual exposure to you and how buff you are, and Saeran doesn’t know how to deal with it.
He gets mad. He gets annoyed. He gets irritable because he can’t control you because you’re so strong and tough and - and - and it’s infuriating!
You’re baffled by this little pipsqueak (seriously did you know in canon Saeran is like, 5′6? he is, he’s tiny) nipping at your heels, but you find his energy charming.
You get him a set of beginner weights for his birthday and he works so hard to catch up to you.
(Spoiler alert: he never does.)
They just accept their fate.
There’s no denying it. There’s no changing it. They just lay down and acknowledge that you can pick them up over your head and they are into that.
Vanderwood isn’t actually super physically strong, so they just… let you carry the groceries, move the furniture, and open jars for them. Like, they could do that, but they couldn’t do it with your effortless ease, and they know it makes you happy to be useful.
To have a niche.
The both of you fill niches quite nicely with each other. Vanderwood keeps everything tidy and gets you nice soaps so you smell pretty, and you do all the manual labor involved with keeping things clean.
You’re the handsome one, they’re the pretty one. It’s contrasts like that which make you feel… needed. Like you belong, because with Vanderwood, you feel like you’re another half of the same coin.
Though they do occasionally pretty you up a bit, and you occasionally take them on your morning workout runs. Variety is nice! Spice of life, and all that.