Victuuri Week // Day 1 // AU: A Different Career - The Artist & The Barista
I can totally imagine Victor as an artist (wanted to add tattoos, but I suck at drawing, so maybe whenever I get more free time to do them properly) and Yuuri as a drawing hobbyist/barista, one day out of the counter and the poor soul gets the foreigners’ attention. Imagine the kid getting on eros mode lol ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿
I’m so sorry for joining so late, I better run if I want to catch up with everyone.
Edit: The idea was referenced from one of Viria’s drawings. In a rush, I forgot to post it before, thankfully an anon reminded me. I’m so embarrassed ( ´△｀)
i need some fluff rn too so here you go, (i’m sorry this took me 100000 years)
Ezarel stretched his arms high in the air and let himself fall back
into the soft blanket below him. Closing his eyes, he focused on the
rustling leaves swaying delicately in the trees and the gentle sound of a
sleeping Gardienne breathing softly beside him. The weather was nice
and warm and he could smell the faint aroma of wildflowers almost in
bloom that surrounded them. It finally felt like spring. He inhaled
deeply and sighed, a blissful smile on his face as the gentle breeze
whipped against him, and for the first time in days, he felt at peace.
were alone, sprawled together on a picnic
blanket at the edge of the woods
having planned to share lunch and relax after an ectic and exhausting
week. Gardienne had baked him blueberry muffins especially for their
date, and had dozed
off in a post-sugar coma after dessert. He knew he should wake her up
becase it was getting kind of late but the thought vanished as soon as
it came, his attention entirely
taken by the sight of her.
She was so pretty. He had noticed that about her
immediately, as reluctant as he’d been to acknowledge it at the time.
Now, asleep and illuminated by dappled rays of
sunlight, she reminded him of some kind of woodland creature, a nymph sleeping
peacefully in harmony with the forest around her. Except she was snoring, which
made him want to laugh.
Grinning like an idiot over his snoring girlfriend…I really am a lovesick loser, aren’t I?
He never thought things would end up this way, though. He always
thought that if he ever fell in love- truly fell in love with someone-
it would have been with some witty, refined elf that shared his
interests. He never would have imagined, not even in his wildest dreams,
that a human girl that appeared out of nowhere was going to become
someone so dear to him. And so, falling in love with Gardienne had been
affair, but rather a mad headlong tumble that had toppled all his
Loving her was intoxicating and sweet and occasionally, terrifying.
He let out a little sigh and suddenly felt the urge to touch her. Just a little, he
said to himself. He gently brushed some hair out of her face and
caressed her cheek lightly. With one hesitant finger he brushed her
forearm, and he froze
as he saw her skin twitch at the contact. When she showed no signs of
traced the curve of her shoulder,
and the swelling form of her collarbones.
He continued to stroke her skin, maintaining gentle, steady contact
down her arms and back up to her shoulders. Feeling more brave, he carefully bent down to brush his lips against hers, stealing
a kiss. At the contact, her mouth twitched as if to kiss him back
and he felt his heart swell with overwhelming tenderness.
He loved her. He wanted to lie down with
her, press himself behind her and hold her until they both fell asleep. He
wanted that every day of his life.
Ezarel shivered, frightened by his own certainty.
He jolted upward and leapt back with surprise. Gardienne sat up slowly, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
“Did you just kiss me?”
“I just…well…” his voice faltered slightly and his cheeks were turning pink with guilt and embarrassment.
“Hey, It’s not like I’m complaining,” she smiled at him gently before continuing, “It was a nice way to wake up.”
There was a smile in his eyes as he leaned over to press the next of many, many kisses to her lips that day.
yes im back at it again with the horrible intros masterposts!! (honestly im not even gonna try bc the title is self explanatory and im just gonna ruin this post if i go any further oh no i already did it rip)
((WARNING: THIS IS RLY LONG)
1. figure out why you hate this class. is it because you find it boring? you’re not doing so well/you don’t like the challenge? do you dislike the teacher? do you dislike your seat/the classroom/setting? whatever it is, figure it out and then work to eliminate it.
1.a. you find the class boring. this is inevitable because there’s always that one class ;; BUT! you can beat this! throw yourself into the class. find something about the class that you actually like and focus on that for the whole period. examples of this are: your seating (do u sit next to someone cool/nice? maybe a cute person that u rly wanna talk to? [uh don’t let this distract u tho!!]), the benefits of the class (if it’s an ap class, youre earning college credits!! might even help with your major; if its a language class, learning a language is SO important), the setting (is the room aesthetically pleasing? do you get to look out of the window at the blue sky when you’re done with your work?) or even the teacher (lmao i have more teacher friends than student friends). maybe it’s even the fact that it’s’ the first class in the morning, so if you do well in it, it’ll set the tone of your day? idk, just find something that’s not boring and focus on that all period. !!
1.b. you’re not doing well/it’s too hard for you. honey, this isn’t an excuse. even if you suck at a class, YOUR EDUCATION IS HELLA IMPORTANT. once again, throw yourself into the class! find people who are good at the subject and form study groups with them (or just ask ur own friends if ur too scared to talk to new people). TALK TO YOUR TEACHER. dont just sit there crying because you dont know how to solve that equation! ask for help! go on youtube, go on khanacademy, go on kuta, DO SOMETHING. even if you still continue to struggle, your teacher will appreciate the effort!
1.c. you dislike the teacher. this is probably one of the worst ones lol. why do you not like the teacher? is it because they never call on you? is it because you think they’re too hard on you/they grade things viciously/too much homework and tests? do they always seem to be after you? well, some of these might actually be your fault. many students think that the workload is more than it actually is, simply because they don’t plan and aren’t prepared. or, some teachers target students for being bullies or for talking in class. these are things you can change. however, if it’s something like your teacher never calling on you or coming at you for no reason, that’s something you and your teacher have to discuss. ask them (POLITELY) “i feel like i am targeted/ignored by you during class and it makes me uncomfortable. is there anything i can do to change this?” chances are, your teacher will like that you’ve taken initiative to not only fix your relationship, but ultimately do better in their class. BAM.
1.d. you dislike the setting/your seat. quick fix: if you don’t like where you sit, ask your teacher to move you (dont forget to give a valid reason!! this does not mean lie. i see u) however, if you dont like the actual room…there’s nothing u can do about this; sorry bub! MAYBE if you and your teacher get close, you can help them redecorate one day? this is unlikely but worth a shot.
1.e. if it’s really THAT bad, switch classes, my dude. i know lots of schools have the option to switch classes at a certain time.
2. work to solve whatever the reason is that you hate this class. (mentioned next to each cause above ^)
(i just realized that i didn’t need to number this because there were only two main bullet points)
ok this is literally the worst masterpost ever but !!!!
omg i just found ur blog i love ur stuff so much. could i possibly have rfa + unknown doing the "boyfriend duty"? like mc is stuck at home with no tampons or pads and asks them? lol sorry im dealing with really bad cramps right now and im having a crappy day to top it. i just thought i might ask? sorry if it makes you uncomfrortable. <3
Aww, thank you! Sorry you’re having a rough day. Hope this makes you feel a little better.
General Scenario: You’re at the apartment and your period comes earlier than expected….and you’re all out of tampons/pads. You’re super embarrassed but you call them and ask if they can pick up a pack.
He’s done this before
He has had other girlfriends
He has no shame at the store and knows exactly what to get
But he also shows up at your place with a whole load of chocolates
Waits on you hand and foot
“Zen, I just have my period. I’m not dying.”
Still treats you like a princess
Constantly makes sure you have a hot pack and water
You two watch his musicals all day
He has a sister, so he’s encountered this before
But he’s still really flustered
Is kinda embarrassed about being seen buying pads at the store
“Zen hyung, do you have any of your masks?”
Swallows his pride cuz it’s you and does what he needs to do
He comes and brings his lucky LOLOL blanket
Is a super worrier…constantly asks if you need stuff
Puts his coffee skills to use and makes a heart in the foam
Lots of cuddles
She literally goes through the same thing
Turns into the mom-friend
She’s stocked up with extra pads/tampons, so it only takes her a few minutes to get to you
Also has extra pain meds
Brings a cup of hot chocolate with her
Talks to you to distract you from the pain
If your cramps were really bad, she’d cook you dinner and make sure everything was in order
Calls you the next day to see if you’re a bit better
“Oh no, I’ll send Driver Kim to get some–”
“No! Jumin, that’s really embarrassing.”
Fine…he’ll go to the store himself
He doesn’t care what people think, so he just goes to the right aisle
There’s another woman in the aisle, and he kinda throws her off by asking her, “Excuse me…which brand is the absolute best?”
Buys a bunch of things he thinks will make you feel better
But he’s especially excited to get you these sweatpants since you always say how comfy you are
You’re a bit emotional when he comes, so when he gifts you with them, you cry
“Are you okay?? They’re just pants, dear? Do they upset you?”
Handles your mood swings reallyyyyy well and just goes with it
Gives you some wine to relax you
Also has an exact schedule for your pain killers….exactly every four hours on the dot.
He has 0 experience in this
He’s not embarrassed until he gets there and has no idea what to get
Tries to call Vanderwood for back up…but he hangs up on him
Ends up getting a bunch of brands and types (and also snacks)
When he gets there, he shows you the spongebob tampons he bought
Also brings out red pads.
“MC, you know what red represents?” *Winks*
You stare at him horrified
“Romance!” seven nooooo
Super serious when he sees you in a lot of pain
While you nap, he’ll make a robot that dispenses pain-relievers every 4-6 hours
Like Seven, he has no experience with any of this
But he’s a lot less flustered about it
Does research online about period needs and remedies
The cashier is more scared of Saeran glaring at him than the other way around
He gets to your apartment and brings out all this practical stuff
He got a whole pack of water bottles and….a yoga ball?
“Yoga is a great way to relieve cramps and keep your menstrual cycle normal.”
You’re trying not to laugh because he’s actually really sweet about it
You ask for him just to cuddle, since it relaxes you
He says no at first…but then of course, he’s at your side five minutes later
aight, so. this is like a day late haha. i’ve been agonizing over this fic since day two but writers block and insecurities are Nasty. but i finally finished! better late than never? *nervous chuckle*
First time holding hands
Bakugou Katsuki is a petty asshole, put mildly and kindly.
Not that Kirishima thinks Bakugou honestly cares in the slightest about what his friends and classmates and the general public think of him, or say to/yell loudly and repeatedly at him, so long as it doesn’t imply any sort of comparison where he’s at the tipping side.
His conviction, his total and utter self-belief and self-reliance—it’s something Kirishima actually admires a great deal if he turns the other cheek on all the aggressive huffing and puffing. Which coincidentally Kirishima does a lot, these days, quickly and with a blush, donning the heavy air of somebody caught red handed.
Analogically, though, Bakugou Katsuki is a flammable, foul-mouthed gas contained within a frail and easily offended material reinforced with a fragile ego and fists made for pounding, and everything else around him is the flame. He’s a fuse on the verge of bursting at any given time and burning everything with him.
Logic (Kaminari, Jirou) would say ursuing him with his heart on his sleeve is stupid, heinously self-sabotaging, and wrong, just wrong, are you crazy? But enthusiasm (Sero, Ashido) responds with a green light, a thumbs up, and tips on the art of wooing.
Kirishima, with the easy grin of somebody basically unbreakable in the face of explosions, compromises by promising to call if things go awry.