Heyy! Do you know any angsty (with a happy end) where yuuri or victor get a concussion(or something) and they have something like short termed memory loss?
Thanks for the requests! These are only going to be temporary amnesia fics as the idea of Victor/Yuuri not remembering each other permanently makes me really sad 😭 Enjoy!
Victor/Yuuri Has Temporary Amnesia
hold me in your arms tonight by isonala, Gen, 702 words After surgery, Victor wakes up with temporary amnesia and forgets he’s married to Yuuri. Quick read, and the fluffiest of fluff. Must read!
lovesick by Ironinkpen, Teen, 2.7k “Did the doctor send you?” When Yuuri doesn’t reply fast enough, since he’s still gaping like a fish, he turns to Yuri. “Did the doctor send him? Because wow,” He drops his arm and presses his hand to his chest like the dramatic bastard he is. “You’ve got to be the prettiest man I’ve ever seen.” “Oh my god,” Yuri groans. “Is he hitting on you?” OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS FIC
he meets me where i am by rire, Teen, 4.6k In which Yuuri gets into an accident that wipes his memory of everything that happened after his first Grand Prix, Yurio and Victor help him retrace his journey, and Yuuri rediscovers himself along the way.
Perfect Match by Brittanica2015, Gen, 620 words Yuuri and Victor just got out of surgery and don’t remember each other. “That’s Victor, your husband.” “What! Really?” “Really.” Phichit nodded, capturing everything with his phone. “Are you sure?” “Definitely.” I LOVE THIS HAHAHA
Amnesia by cerisebio, Gen, 12k Victor wakes up in a hospital room. At his bedside is a Japanese skater he came across at the Sochi Grand Prix Final. Angst with a happy ending!
The Fundamentals of Caring by braveten, Explicit, 20k One of my favourite hurt/comfort fics! Yuuri comes down with a nasty cold and Victor tries to take care of him the best that he can. Full of hilariously delusional Yuuri, caring Victor, and ALL THE FLUFF! So cute, definitely recommend!
Fall hard (on your head) by I_hate_usernames, Gen, 10k Takes place in episode five. Instead of getting a bloody nose after attempting the triple flip, Yuuri hits his head and gets a concussion. Love confessions, delusional Yuuri, and mutual comfort. Thumbs up!
Back to Step One by soomin, Gen, 2.6k Viktor loses his memory, and Yuuri is reminded why he fell in love him in the first place. Not temporary amnesia, but it is a happy ending!
Together Dancing, Cheek to Cheek by ambientwhispers, Gen, 2.1k Katsuki Yuuri sometimes still doesn’t believe he could possibly be married to his old idol, Victor Nikiforov. One day, Victor decides to show Yuuri exactly where that road began, with the pictures from the 2015 GPF banquet. Drunken amnesia fic, Victor embarrasses Yuuri RIP
You had gotten it printed into your brain. It was too late now, you couldn’t forget your idea, no matter what. Bruce knew, and didn’t try to stop you from doing what you were gonna do anyway. Besides, he thought it was cute.
What was your idea ? Simple. Damian never had a normal childhood. He was still a kid, only eleven…So he still had a chance at having somewhat of a normal childhood (if you put his nightly activities on the side…and the fact that he had been raised to be a killer).
Against all odds, you and Damian clicked pretty fast. He warmed up to you the fastest…He felt like you were the only one of the bat family not judging him in any way. Also, you told him off when he was going to far, and he found that he couldn’t speak badly to you, that you had an effect on him that made him want to be nicer. Better…In a word, you quickly became his mommy.
He never really had an actual mother. Talia wasn’t exactly loving with him, and she did try to kill him a few times, succeeding once (a memory you don’t like to remember). You were the first one, even before Bruce or Dick, to make him feel loved and to make him feel what love really was…How could he resist that ?
The first time he called you “mom”, not “mother”, “mom”, you cried, and the poor boy thought he did something wrong. You explained to him that it was “happy tears”, but you’re not sure he understood. He gave you an awkward hug, and you couldn’t stop but smile. It’s that exact moment that forged the idea of trying to show him what a normal childhood was. But, even though he considered you his mom, he wasn’t going to make things easy for you and your plans.
It started out horribly wrong. Damian refused every single propositions you made with a : “that’s too childish” full of rogue, and you got frustrated, ending up yelling a lot of “just play the damn game with me !” and other “Oh my God it’s a snowball it’s not going to kill you, just throw another snowball at me, not a fucking batarang !”…You felt childish. You quickly realized you weren’t going to help him have a normal childhood by trying to force him to do stuffs, and so you stopped. Instead, decided to lure him in with cake…One day, you made a nice one that smelled too good, and he couldn’t help but come in the kitchen, following the smell to the living room where you were eating it. Next thing he knows, he’s sitting next to you, eating a giant piece of cake, watching a disney movie.
And it ended up being a ritual. Every Saturday morning (”mornings” at the Wayne’s ended at 4pm), you and Damian took the habit of waking up earlier than everyone else to cook a cake or some cookies. You’d then eat it all, just the two of you, in front of a Disney movie. Your youngest NEVER saw one before…he actually never watched any animated movies or cartoons. So obviously, you took it upon yourself to show him of course, and you started with your favorite : (your favorite Disney film).
The first time you did that, Damian didn’t really react. He ate the cake, watched the film…and then just left without a word. You were disappointed, thinking he probably didn’t enjoy himself at all, and went back to bed to Bruce’s arms, a bit beat down. Your husband did his best to make you forget and feel better, and he did wonderfully, definitely succeeding.
However you were wrong thinking Damian didn’t enjoy himself, because the next Saturday, he came down in the kitchen to find it empty. He quickly went to your room, where fortunately you and Bruce were just sleeping, and gently woke you up.
-Mom, can we make chocolate chip cookies ? And watch another one of those movies you like ? Please ?
Your heart sunk with happiness, and you left Bruce’s arms, ignoring his groan, to follow your son. This was the first step, spending times with him, enjoying doing something just the two of you. As the Saturdays went on, Damian opened more and more, and stayed at the end of the movie to speak about it with you. At first he was sitting at the opposite side of the couch from you, but week after week, he came closer, until one day, he just laid his head on your shoulder, and let you run your hand tenderly threw his hair.
His favorite Disneys were “Treasure Planet” and “The Lion King”. You were even pretty sure you saw him cry while watching the latter. It made you smile, and at the same time, you realized those movies being his favorite made sense. Both were about boys with daddy issues who were rebels and got in trouble until they did their best to get better.
Bruce was looking at you lovingly, leaning on the door frame of the bathroom, arms crossed, while you were rushing to put some clothes on.You just glared at him, the man made you late. He wasn’t suppose to come home that early, and while you were getting ready for an important appointment, he arrived in your shared bedroom where you were in underwear, getting dressed…and he had been unable to stop himself from jumping on you. Making you rush now to try and not be late.
-You’re very cute.
-Shut up Bruce, and out of my way, I gotta go.
You grabbed your purse and ran out…Tried to ran out, as he caught one of your wrist.
-Bruce I have to…
He crashed his lips on yours, pulling you into a passionate French kiss. After a few seconds, he let go off you, and you couldn’t help but smile.
-Thank you Y/N. Really. You don’t have to do all of that and yet…Thank you.
-Don’t thank me babe, because I do have to do all of that. He’s my son too now. I did that with all of them…granted, Damian is a bit more difficult.
He pulled you in for another kiss but you escaped, because you really were going to be late if he kept going on like this. As you ran out of the room, he called back to you :
-I love you !
He heard your faint voice from down the corridor answering with a heartfelt :
-I love you too.
And you were out of the house.
-I know, I’m sorry Dami’. Blame your father.
-…Hum…Shall we go ?
He nodded and, hands in his pocket, followed you, a bit grumpy that he had to wait for you. He hated waiting. But you decided that maybe it wasn’t so bad for him to learn to be more patient.
Today, you were suppose to pick him up right after school to go at the fun fair, but Bruce made you almost an hour late. To be honest, you didn’t realize it was that late, too…caught up in your Bruce’s arms. You definitely made amend though.
Damian would never admit it, but he spent one of the best evening ever. He won a gigantic teddy bear for you at some dart games, and you guys went on absolutely all of the rides with only one minor incident. When you went to the haunted mansion, Damian kinda…punched one of the actor in the face, out of reflexes. You paid him off to shut up, and scolded your son for his behavior (when really it was kinda funny, the scream he let out just before punching the man). You bought him every treats he wanted, totally spoiling him but hey…it was his first fun fair. It was one of his first time actually just having fun for the sake of it, in a normal place for a kid to have fun, and not because he was fighting or something. Bruce gave him a night off, and both of you didn’t even notice the bat signal as you were having just the time of your life.
You came home late to an almost empty mansion. Alfred was there, and he made you some hot cocoa. You watched a pixar film and fell asleep on the couch, Damian’s head resting in your laps.
When Bruce and the other boys came home, they stopped to stare at you guys, because you were too damn cute. Dick smiled and said :
-It reminds me of when I first arrived here…Snacks and Disney movies…I kinda miss those times. Sometimes, I wish I could be a kid again.
Jason gave him a pat on the back.
-Yeah, it was pretty awesome alright.
Tim was also feeling a bit nostalgic, but didn’t say anything by fear of waking you guys up. As Bruce bent down to pick Damian up, he woke up.
-Mom and I had a great time at the fair.
He was sleepy, and his voice was weak.
-Did you, now ?
-Yeah, she’s awesome.
-That we agree on son, she is.
He took him to bed, and surprisingly, Damian let him tuck him in. He fell back asleep almost instantly. Bruce then went back to pick YOU up, and found you awake, talking with your eldest sons.
-You know guys, if you miss it that much, you can just join us on Saturdays. It could be cool.
-Naaah mom, those times are for you and the brat. I mean, it wouldn’t be fair otherwise. We all had you saving our childhood, he should too.
You smiled at Jason who just spoke, and stroked his cheek gently.
-I just don’t want you guys to feel left out.
-We really don’t, believe me. Besides, we all had the same thing ? Good old…hum…young mom taking us to the fair, watching movies with us…just with one of us, each times. Quality times equally shared. We all had you, and we can definitely share a little more with Dams, really.
You stroked Tim’s cheek now. Smiling lovingly at him. It was true that what you were doing with Damian, you did with all of them. They all needed a “somewhat normal childhood”…You were a mom, you gave it to them as best you could.
-I don’t have anything to say, but can I have my mom’s pat on the cheek too ?
Dick said as he bent down in front of you. You all laughed and after a kiss goodnight, they left to go for a deep slumber in their bedroom.
Bruce approached you, and you raised your arms for him to come crash into it. You liked feeling his weight on you, even though he was a heavy man because of all those damn muscles. It felt secure.
He laid his head on your chest, and you gently ran your hand threw his hair. He gave a pleased sigh, completely relax.
-Again, thank you honey.
-And again, there’s not reasons to thank me.
-Yes there is. I don’t know if you get how important you are to all members of this family. You all gave us a purpose. You’re…You’re the reason we don’t all go crazy. You makes us feel you know…So much feels…
You didn’t answer, just smiled and kiss the crown of his head, gently caressing his hair, just like you did with Damian. It seemed like this gesture was extremely soothing to the Wayne boys. You both fell asleep on the couch, and the next day, which was a Saturday, Damian woke you up. Bruce groaned as he stood up to leave, but his son awkwardly held his hand, signifying to him that he wanted him to stay. Your husband was so surprised he just flopped down back into the couch, and stayed silent staring blankly at the TV that was turned off while you and Damian baked.
And so, from now on, Bruce participated in your special Saturdays.
Actually, from now on Bruce got very involved in trying to get Damian to live a normal childhood, realizing how it started to slowly change his son’s behavior for the best. And realizing the amount of effort you put in it. He was amazed at Damian’s response really, how he laughed more often, and pulled (harmless) pranks on his brothers, Alfred and on Bruce himself. How he was less violent, and a bit less serious. It was definitely the Y/N’s effect. You had the same on him. When you weren’t there, he was all serious and broody, almost mean, and when you were around, he couldn’t help but smile stupidly and laugh at your dumb jokes. The Y/N’s effect was strong.
It took a long time for Damian to finally let go and start to act like a normal child, but he made it. You helped him tremendously. Bruce and your other sons did too. Dick taught him how to ride a bike, Jason took him to the cinema often, Tim played soccer with him. Bruce was particularly involved with everything, as he realized the importance of it all. He wished he had had a Y/N in his life when he was a kid, as he too didn’t really enjoy his childhood after his parents’ death…but he at least got 8 great years, and he was determined to let Damian have his 8 great years too. 10 to 18. A bit more if he wanted.
Family game night was a thing now, and when he lost, Damian almost completely stopped throwing a (scary) tantrum. You all spent more times together as a result of all of those effort to get Damian to live a bit more normally, and it was so worth it.
You were so proud. Of course, it didn’t completely change his behavior and such, as his time with the Al Ghul was almost printed into his brain, but it really helped him be more social. It helped him learn how to love, and how to feel more. It just helped him, and one day, when he’d be old enough to realize all of that, he’d thank you with a warm hug and “happy tears” in his eyes, finally understanding. And you’d tell him that there was nothing to thank. He was your son, what you were doing was normal.
Prompt by @softestisak: “write me a cake fight drabble u brat”
Ak, I don’t like you. But lucky enough, I like the prompt. HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVEN!!!! (also where is the fucking trailer?!?!?)
“So, you’re going to… bake a cake?”
Eskild’s voice is dubious, eyebrows raised to epic proportions and mouth set in an incredulous line.
Which, fuck him very much, because Isak is not completely helpless. And how fucking hard can baking a cake from scratch be? He has a printed set of directions in front of him, he has all of the ingredients spread out over the counter, and the oven is happily pre-heating.
What could go wrong?
“Yes,” Isak answers with a narrowed look, “I’m baking Even a birthday cake. It’s not rocket science.”
Eskild swallows and puts his hands up, like he was approaching a spooked horse or a small child, “Isak just because you’re gay doesn’t mean you automatically get Martha Stewart powers.
“Who the fuck is Martha Stewart?”
Eskild sighs, “Oh god, this is not going to end well. Are you sure we can’t call Noora in here to help you?”
“Nei,” Isak grabs the empty mixing bowl off the counter and away from Eskild, hugging it to his chest like a shield. “He’s my boyfriend and he made me promise not to by him anything, so this is what I’m doing. Jesus, you make it sound like baking is hard.”
Eskild whimpers but leaves the kitchen in peace.
Okay- so as it turns out, baking is a little harder than it looks. It really wouldn’t be, but there are phrases like sift the flour and fold in the eggs.
What the actual fuck does any of that mean? And Isak is too proud to google it on his phone because he is seventeen years old and baking will not conquer him.
Also, is there really a difference in between baking soda and baking powder? And like, between regular sugar and confectioners sugar? Isak hopes not because Even will be here in two hours and Isak doesn’t have time to run back out to the store.
So he just kind of puts all the ingredients together and hope it works
It doesn’t work. It very much does not work.
And Even is laughing his ass off, arms securely around Isak’s waist as he takes another bite of the shitty Moulin Rouge inspired decorations Isak had turned into stick figures and laughs some more. “I love it,”
“You suck,” Isak groans, batting the fork away from Even’s mouth, “Stop eating it, you might poison yourself.”
“But what a way to go,” Even leans down to kiss at Isak’s pulse point, ignoring the loud boos of their friends. Isak flips them off, but Even doesn’t look ruffled at all, “Baby… you baked me a cake. You, yourself. God knows it was yourself because Noora never would have let this happen.”
Isak groans and Even’s attention is pulled away for a hot second by Sana, who’s just arrived to the apartment.
Isak glares at the failure cake. He worked fucking hard on it and now what? They’re just going to throw it out? Over his dead body is the cake he spent hours slaving away for going to be dumped into the trash.
So he cocks his head to consider, eye slanting right to note that Even isn’t wearing anything to expensive, just his favorite button up (read Isak’s button up) and a pair of jeans.
The arms tightens around Isak’s wait again and Isak has an idea, He steps out of the embrace. Even swivels his head to look at him.
“One more surprise.” Isak gestures down to the sugar monstrosity, “Look at the cake closer.”
Even raises his eyebrows, but glances down at it, “I don’t get it.”
Even gets a little closer to the cake, now intent on finding whatever mystery clue Isak had hidden in the frosting. When he shifts his head down, just a little bit, Isak pounces.
He hooks a hand around the back of Even’s neck and pulls his face into the cake, waiting several seconds before releasing and stepping back.
The cheers are almost instant and Even is pulling back, wiping frosting from his eyes and laughing again, bright and happy laughter and this might just be one of the greatest cakes ever baked in the world.
“Little shit,” Even grabs a handful of the corner piece and- oh fuck no, Isak didn’t anticipate that. Even hurls the cake at him. Isak dives out of the way and-
The fucking cake splatters against Vilde. Oh my fucking god the look on her face. She screams and everyone goes silent.
Or at least, for about fifteen seconds and then Even is grabbing another chunk of cake and hauling Isak to him by the waist and smearing the frosting down the length of his face.
By that time, everyone had gotten the idea and Isak’s perfect fucking cake was flying across the room, smearing over every surface available and every person available and Isak and Even were still half-wrestling on the floor trying to escape each other’s frosting clad hands and-
Ok so I had my pick of three players, but I have another
Auston one tonight and Dylan would choke on his tongue first I think… so you
guys get Seggy! Hope that’s ok! Enjoy!
Warning: Tyler Paul Seguin (he really is a warning), one
Anon Request: Hi can you please write an Auston Matthews,
Dylan Larkin or Tyler Seguin imagine about you and he going to Subway to order
some lunch and while you are waiting in line you ask him what he wants and he
says that ass! Can you please make it fun and cute thank you!
How did you style your wig for keith? What products do you use? I just got my first cosplay wig and its a keith wig as you can tell!
Oh god. your first ever wig? to be styled?
first off, look up tutorials on how to put the wig on correctly. Sometimes people aren’t exactly sure and it ends up looking like a funny hat because they didn’t line it up with their hairline and such properly. Wig caps help as well if you don’t have one already
Secondly, my Keith wig was actually very complicated for me to style so its a little hard for me to explain. I’ll try my best though! : I usually clip the sides back and focus on the bangs first. Have as many reference images up as possible!! He has that big clump right in the middle, cut it to slightly longer than you want it and start thinning out the end with either thinning sheers (I highly recommend investing in some if you plan to continue styling wigs) or a pair of scissors held at and angle (and sometimes completely up and down. BE CAREFUL NOT TO HURT YOURSELF!)
never just cut pointed sections in a V . that looks unnatural. here’s a small guide I’ve made before for cutting bangs
Then I cut some layers into the top of the bangs to get the shorter pieces to come down right over-top my eyebrows. To get the volume of the bangs I actually have two strips of foam under the hair to serve as mini bump-its. Make sure to have the clumps that sit right in front of his ears, thin the bottoms just like the large part of the bangs to make it look natural.
the back of mine I actually didn’t cut much but I used a flat iron to flip it out a little more and I have a bobby pin on each side right behind my ears to get the hair to come in a little before flaring out.
These are probably the best references I have right now for you
Like I said, it was actually pretty complicated. I hope I helped at least a little!! good luck!!
A/N: classic gif is classic. Wrote this months ago. Enjoy!
“So I’ve just left the airport and I’m now driving back to the old flat and it’s weird as much as I loved being back in warm America I missed chilly London. Anyway this probably won’t be the best piece of the vlog diary, since I’m already jetlagged and no one’s even home.” I stopped talking but let the video record until I reached a red light and stopped the capture. Sighing, I turned down familiar roads as I made my way from Heathrow. Luckily traffic wasn’t as bad today, so I wouldn’t have to spend an hour sitting even more. In fact, I was already pulling off the freeway and heading east. My phone buzzed, and I saw Dan had texted.
You almost here? Phil’s out and I’m bored.
His message was signed with the little green frog emoji. I shook my head in annoyance but felt surprisingly giddy. I hadn’t seen my boyfriend in almost two weeks. I saw our flat, and finally pulling into a space around the block, I parked my car and started recording again.
“So, Dan just texted me and said he’s home and bored, of course, so maybe we’ll go out later when Phil gets back. For now..” I pulled the camera from it’s little hands free holder, “let’s finally go home.”
I kept it recording though I placed my camera down to open the trunk and grab my suitcase. Locking my car and pulling out my keys, I opened the door to our space. Mindful of neighbors, I crept quietly upstairs. I couldn’t hear anything on the television and the entire floor seemed empty. I placed my suitcase in the living room to deal with later. I also shed my jacket and headed for Dan’s room.
Walking in, I saw him. He was lounging in bed with his computer right to his chest, absorbed in something. He looked up when I opened his door though, and put his computer to the side to stand up. I set the camera down on his dresser and walked toward him. He reached me before I reached him, and suddenly one arm was around my waist and the other held my face and he was kissing me. And I mean kissing me. Whenever I pulled back he pushed forward, keeping us locked together. My arms came up and around his neck, fingers running through his wavy hair. His hand trailed up my back, pulling at the hem of my shirt. I pulled my face away. “Dan,” he kissed me again. “Dan! Let me-let me-” I stepped back from him and turned, racing toward his dresser.
“Let me stop the capture!”
Later we were curled on the couch. I had on one of his shirts and we were underneath a blanket browsing the internet on our respective devices. “I’ve got to finish the vlog,” I said tiredly. My voice had a distinct scratch to it, evident of the wild ‘I missed you’ sex we’d finished just an hour before. “No you don’t,” Dan murmured into my hair, something I loved. “Just say you forgot an outro and leave a slide of text or something.” His voice sounded a little rough too, not that I had a problem with it. “No I wouldn’t do that to the fans. It’ll be a quick little thing, plus I’m sure they want to see you.” I was already turning the camera on.
“Hello!!” Dan said while plopping his chin on my shoulder. I felt his hands wind around my waist.
“So I’m officially home! Yaaay! And I’m wide awake because I’m 5 whole hours behind yay. Anyway, we’re currently waiting on Phil to come home from shopping and errands, then we’re off to eat something later.”
“Which is special because Phil and I only leave the house about once a year.”
I giggled and smacked Dan’s cheek softly. His phone buzzed and he checked it.
“Speaking of everyone’s favorite clumsy youtuber, Phil’s just messaged me. He said-oh my god I cannot read that for your video!” Dan laughed and nearly fell over. I picked up his phone and read the text, laughing as well and knowing I couldn’t read it either. “Oh my fucking god, Phil!” I was dying.
His text had read: You two done with the welcome home sex yet?
I responded with a yes and then finished up the vlog.
“Well that’s the end of my travel/America vlog diary! I hope you enjoyed it! Like and subscribe and share this video, it really helps me out! I love you guys, and I’ll see you all next time!”
“Bye!” Dan cut in and then started kissing my cheek obnoxiously, making me squeal. “Stop!!” I laughed and ended the capture. Quickly, I slid my SD card in and imported the footage. I simply leafed through the material I’d captured coming home from the airport and from what we just shot. Dan looked over my shoulder, just watching me work.
“You keeping that in?” He pointed to the video of us kissing. Though our faces were pretty obscured, you could definitely hear us, including lip smacking and a little whine that came from one of us. Not to mention you could see Dan lift my shirt. “As avid readers and lovers of fanfiction I think we should keep it in. But…” I scrolled over to effects and blurred the footage, then I added a giant text box and typed in CENSORED. “…we’ll tease the viewers.” Dan chuckled in some form of agreement behind me. “Sure.” I kept everything else in, including the kiss attack at the end, knowing the fans would love it.
Dan and I got ready to go out while the video rendered and uploaded, only getting distracted once. The soapy, slippery wetness of the shower was something we couldn’t resist. By the time we dressed, I tweeted out about my upload, and Phil walked in the door.
Hours later, following a great dinner with my best friends, I was sitting next to Dan, wide awake at an ungodly hour. I knew he was aimlessly scrolling through tumblr, and I started checking the comments. What I saw made me smile.
They’re so fucking adorable
Omg that censored part? You know they did…something.
Phil knows what’s up.
THE KISSING AT THE END! DAN!!!!!
Literally they’re goals.
“What are you grinning at, dork?” I leaned over, held his face and pecked him softly. “Nothing. I’m just happy I’m home.” Dan smiled and bumped his forehead against mine. “Yeah, we needed someone to cook around here.” I smacked his chest, and we both laughed.
“Instagram frightens me,” Bucky said, frowning at the screen on his phone.
Steve peeked at it as he passed by, then took a step backward to give it a good, long look. “…Why are they talking about our pecs like that?”
Natasha perked up from playing on her own phone. “How are they talking about your pecs?”
“Look what you’ve done,” Bucky hissed at the blond, hurriedly pulling his phone to his chest protectively.
Steve shrugged and held hands up helplessly. “Sorry.”
Natasha had already pulled his Instagram up on her phone. “You accepted my request, idiot.”
“Show me how to delete her, Steve,” Bucky ordered, shoving his phone at him.
“Too late–Oh my God.” She began laughing, and it had just an edge of meanness to it. “You guys actually thought posting a picture after one of your runs while your white shirts were saturated with your sweat was a good idea?!” Natasha actually began rocking side to side in her seat, cackling. “I’m dying–oh my God someone help-!”
Bruce walked into the living room and frowned when he saw her laughing. “What happened? Did an enemy meet a hilariously gruesome end?”
“They’re talking about Steve and Bucky’s tits!” Natasha shrieked, and finally rolled off the love seat, she was laughing so hard.
Bruce looked at her a long moment before he said, “Okay.” Then he turned on his heel and left.
Natasha was still laughing, so Steve and Bucky left too, before they had to listen to her tell someone else about how their fans were talking about their chests.
Unfortunately, for the next three days, Natasha burst out laughing every time she saw them, and soon the rest of the team knew about it. Apparently no one actually looked at the comments on their posts anymore since they could only handle so many heart-eye emojis, but they were suddenly willing to bear with it for the hilarious comments.
“Oh God damn it,” Bucky whispered when Sam handed him a plate with two pancakes on it, whipped cream nipples standing nearly as proudly as the other man’s smile.
“Sorry, man,” Sam laughed, not sounding sorry at all.
Steve looked like he might laugh as well, until Sam gave him a plate with the same thing. “Sam.”
“What, you thought I wouldn’t make fun of you, too?” Sam asked, raising an eyebrow, before brightening when Natasha came in. “Natasha, did you see my masterpieces?”
Natasha looked at them, their pancakes, and then turned around to walk right back out, laughing again.
Bucky bent his fork in half.
Tony had been overseas for a business meeting, so he’d missed everything, and Natasha had finally stopped laughing herself to tears when she saw them. They were pretty sure they would get away with Tony never finding out.
Except Natasha was a huge fucking BITCH.
“Tony, you’re back!” Natasha exclaimed when he walked in, still wearing a rumpled suit.
Tony squinted at her, still jetlagged, but he’d wanted to see everyone before he crashed and slept for eighteen hours. Seeing nothing immediately out of the ordinary, he simply agreed, “Yes.”
She skittered over to where Steve and Bucky were sitting, grinning. “Tony, who do you think has the best tits?”
Steve and Bucky both had the distinct thought ‘I’m going to murder her.’
Tony blinked at her slowly. “…You do.”
Natasha opened her mouth, then closed it. “…That’s so sweet,” she finally decided, actually looking flattered, before she slapped her hands down on each of the men’s shoulders. “But I meant between Steve and Bucky.”
“Oh.” Tony wandered closer, humming thoughtfully as he peered very intensely at their chests.
After a moment, he reached out and cupped Steve’s pecs in his hands, either ignoring or not noticing the way he tensed up and squeaked. Bucky would have made fun of him except he made the same noise when Tony abruptly turned and did the same thing to him. He hummed again, then placed a hand on both of their pecs.
“…I can’t decide,” Tony said, and then did not move away.
They stared at him for a little while, worried, before Steve cautiously said, “Tony?”
Tony jerked as if he’d been shocked. “Huh?” He looked at his hands on both of their chests. “…I need to sleep,” he decided, and gave their chests a pat. “I apologize for molesting you.”
“It’s not molesting if we want it,” Bucky blurted out, and then set his jaw, because what the fuck, brain?!
Tony patted his cheek just a little too hard. “Maybe you need some sleep too.”
Bucky gaped as the other man turned and sort of… tottered away.
“He’s going to fall asleep in the elevator,” Clint said fondly.
Bruce sighed and got up to trot after him. “Tony, let me help you.”
“Be careful, Bruce,” they heard him warn as the doors began to shut. “I’m molesting people.”
“Quite honestly I would prefer that to you stabbing me to see if I’ll turn into the Hulk,” Bruce replied blandly.
Steve crossed his arms over his chest when he noticed Sam grinning at him, blushing. “What?!”
“Tony grabbed your boobs,” Sam said, then burst out laughing. “And he didn’t even notice!”
Steve turned to look at Bucky, frowning. “Do you just wanna leave the country?”
“Yes,” he answered immediately and viciously.
“I think,” Natasha said, leaning down to put her face between theirs. “That you’re missing the point.”
Bucky glared at her. “And what point is that, you troublemaker?”
“Tony couldn’t decide which of your chests he likes better,” she explained, as if he was an idiot. “So maybe when he’s not about to fall asleep on his feet, you can offer to let him check again.”
“…I don’t understand why you’re like this,” Steve admitted.
Natasha rolled her eyes. “You’re both hopeless.”
“Seriously,” Clint said, raising an eyebrow. “She gave you the perfect opening to hit on Tony and you’re being too prude to do it.”
“Am not!” Steve answered immediately, because he never liked being told he was too anything, and Bucky got the sinking feeling that Steve was going to march him to Tony as soon as he heard he was awake to do just that.
“Couldn’t we just buy him flowers?” he asked, but Steve had that determined look to him. “Steve please.”
“We can get him flowers and ask whose chest is better,” Steve allowed. “It will be mine, by the way, so you can pick out the flowers.”
Bucky turned to glare at him, appalled. “No way, my chest is way better than yours! You’re gonna be super embarrassed when Tony tells you so, too!”
Natasha rolled her eyes as they began bickering and walked over to flop down next to Sam. “What did we do to get stuck with these idiots?”
“I don’t know about you, but Steve basically harassed me,” Sam replied, shrugging. “Whenever someone says ’on your left,’ I still get irrationally angry.”
Summary: The reader is going to a meet up to see Mark, Ethan, and Tyler.
Word Count: 660
Pairing: Tyler Scheid x Reader
My nerves were really getting to me. The sight of the three men were exciting yet it was also enough to make me want to throw up on the sidewalk. I stared ahead at them as they stood in the park, fans crowded around them in anticipation. My friend lightly pushed me forward and I clenched my jaw. It was taking every thing I had in me to keep my cool because all I wanted to do was cry and maybe even scream a little. I could feel my chest getting heavy as I walked closer to where Ethan and Mark were getting some fans lined up in a conga line as Tyler filmed them.
I gripped my right wrist briefly, trying to find something to calm my nerves, but the action only caused me to flinch. The dark ink on my skin was still fresh and scarred. “Smile Always” was permanently etched into my arm and although it still hurt, seeing it made me feel a little better.
It was when my friend snapped her fingers in front of my face that I realized that I had stopped walking. My eyes were still glued in front of me but I could feel my breath coming in short gasps and something warm dripped down my cheek. I brought my hand up and wiped it off, only for more to fall.
Suddenly someone took my shoulders and pulled me into their chest as I began to sob, soaking their shirt. They rubbed my back and they were joined my more hands but all I could do was cling to the stranger for dear life. This went on until I could finally breath normally and my eyes were red and puffy. I pulled my head up and gasped when I saw that the people holding me were the same people who had unknowingly supported me through the most difficult times of my life.
Tyler, who was the one that was hugging me from the front, said something but I was still in too much shock to say anything. I could feel more tears breaking through but as Tyler put his hands on each side of my face, the weight on my chest got a lot lighter.
“Are you okay?”
It must have been weird for some random person to just show up to their meet up and start crying like their dog had died. My cheeks heated up and I nodded.
“Yeah! Um, sorry…sorry. I just-” I could feel my bottom lip start to quiver and Tyler brought me into his arms once again. Mark and Ethan moved behind Tyler so that I could see them and the sight of them made me lose my shit all over again.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Everything’s alright. We love you so much.”
“Oh god I love you too. So much you have no idea. You guys have helped me so much. I went through so much shit in the past couple months and watching you three be idiots helped me to stay grounded. I love you guys so much I can never thank you enough, I just-I just-thank you.”
At the end of my confession I started crying all over again. After a few more seconds, Tyler grabbed my wrist and brought it up so he could read it. A wide smile covered his face and he pressed his lips to the tattoo and then wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pressing a small kiss to the top of my head as well.
“That’s good advice, whoever said that must be a genius.”
At first I was confused but when I realized what he was talking about, laughter bubbled out of my chest. Well, more like half laughter/ half sob. I was still sniffling but the smile on Tyler’s face made it impossible for me not to smile, that and the fact that I was surrounded my my three favorite people.
KIRAMUNE MUSIC FESTIVAL 2016 僕らの描く未来 // re Kiramune☆All Stars
The Namikawa-Ryohei hug near the end was adorable. Reminds me of when Kamiya’s signed ball knocked the back of a seat, rebounded and landed directly in a Kamiya fan’s hands that was like two rows in front of mine. I love this song I love the Kiramune family……I’m not ready to hear 8piece live it’s just next week oh my god help.
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I like to think that the first time Yuuri got off the walls drunk was when he was away in Detroit. Even better, he had Phichit there to help him make terrible decisions. Imagine them staying out the entire night, bar hopping and going into any shop that’s still open late at night.
Yuuri finds himself dancing on top of a bar taking shots of tequila straight out of the bottle, and then laying on the bar and letting people take shots out of his belly button.
*ends up in a country bar* “Hey Phichit that mechanical bull is giving me a look I’m gonna ride it and show it who’s boss” “Oh my god Yuuri do it!!” *Video tapes the entire thing* Yuuri manages to stay on but falls on his face as soon as he gets off.
"Ooh a tattoo parlor, Phichit I want to get Viktor’s blue flower crown tattooed on my left ass cheek will you get one with me?“ *gets matching ass tattoos*
Phichit and Yuuri dancing and grinding on each other any anyone else who wants to dance, letting themselves get taken away by the music and being the life of the club. Dance offs occur.
They finally find themselves back home close to dawn. Phichit is slightly more coherent than Yuuri and he leads the other to his bed. Yuuri grabs him by the waist and drags him down to the mattress with him. The two are so exhausted that they end up sleeping curled up together. Both wake up with the worst hangover headache and a very sore left butt cheek.
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Female Reader Rating: Soft M Summary: You meet Sebastian at a press event for his next movie, and something about you flusters him, making him embarrassed, much to your amusement. Author’s Note: Hi, hello! My last Seb story got so much support, so thank you so much! It was definitely unexpected, but amazing. I got another request after I wrote that one, so here it is. General disclaimer: I don’t know Sebastian, or anything about his life. Any similarities are pure coincidence. No disrespect is intended to anyone mentioned.
If anyone told you that your new job would mean that you’re regularly rubbing elbows with the world’s hottest celebrities, you would have first laughed in their face, and then ran in the other direction.
It’s not like you’re afraid, really, but you deal with your fair share of anxiety, and being around all these people who are clearly better off in life than you are makes you more than a little nervous. You’re an event coordinator for a hotel in New York City that regularly hosts weddings, graduation parties and sometimes, charity events.
The first time you met a celebrity, you were so starstruck you could barely get a word out. Soon, though, you were so busy making sure everything was going off without a hitch that you forgot how nervous you had been.
Today was another big day. The hotel was hosting a fundraiser and press event for a movie, and you were close to hyperventilating at the front desk as you frantically checked to make sure the entire staff was on time.
“You’re going to have a heart attack if you don’t calm down.” One of the receptionists said quietly as he smiled at the guests entering the building.
“I’m fine.” You say, but you’re not even being very reassuring to yourself. “Just want to make sure everything goes perfectly.”
“Well, don’t look now, but your guests of honor are here.” He murmurs, and your head snaps up, and your eyes widen as you see a few people that you recognize, including one Sebastian Stan, who you’ve had a massive crush on for years.
OOOH JIMON: "Can we pretend I didn’t just say that?" (make it a love declaration scene and i'll love you forever)
Simon is gonna be late to class, he just knows it. Three months being exclusively nocturnal have really ruined him for normal things like timetables, public transportation and traffic. He gets off on the next station and decides to walk the rest of the way.
Still. Despite his racing thoughts and irrational fear that his professor will hate him forever for being a few minutes late, he’s excited. He’s going back to school! He’ll take classes again and be bored beyond relief over static lectures and be looked down upon by much cooler classmates. Things will go back to something resembling normal.
Simon checks his phone again. Twelve minutes until his class begins. He could use his vampire speed, but the streets are busy and swarming with people. That’d be a little hard to explain. He takes a deep breath and takes wider steps.
I really wanted to write some polyfrogs + farmer stuff bc I love my frogs! and I want them to be together and date and love each other! but I also love charmer and chowder and farmer are just the cutest together. sO
it starts out as kind of a weird arrangement?
chowder and farmer are already together
nursey and dex (finally) get together
chowder is really, really happy for them. he’s wanted this FOREVER
he’s honestly more invested in their relationship than they are. he loves love and he loves his friends
they all end up going on double dates together as a result! jerry’s, annie’s, etc.
nursey dex and chowder are always bringing big ass signs to farmer’s volleyball games and she lets them tag along when they go out for team win meals
farmer against the glass for their home games screaming her head off
they get along really well and they’re pretty much always together.
nursey has everyone’s class schedule memorized
he brings them coffee a lot
as a result of them always being together both in a physical sense and in like, a romantic context, chowder kind of naturally associates all of these people in his life with romance and dating
he starts feeling kind of… guilty? because he loves farmer! and she’s great and she makes him really, really happy, and they’re great together
but chowder also starts noticing how much he likes when dex gives one of those big, full smiles
and how when he falls asleep in the haus on the couch, nursey will pick him up instead of waking him up and take him to his room and instead of just laying him down, makes sure he’s under the covers
and he finds himself making excuses to be around them even more than he already is
farmer gets really confused because chowder won’t meet her eyes sometimes and he goes pink when looking at nursey and dex
Teaching high schoolers who were forever in the business of your love life wasn’t exactly the easiest thing in the world. Ever since the beginning of the second semester, they had all become obsessed with your relationship status. Why? You weren’t sure. But when you had free-time in class, Jaylon, one of your tenth graders, would get up from his desk, grab an Expo marker from the whiteboard, and say, “Who’s ready for the game of… Love Life!?”
Hello my lovelies! It’s Saturday which means… another Otayuri fic rec list YAY!!! I’m SO, SO proud of this fandom HOLY SHIT I can’t believe that within a month since episode 10 of YOI aired, we’ve already churned out this much amazing content…!!! I love you guys so much!!! <3
Okay, now get ready for my weekly screaming (tho I’m going to try, key word being TRY, to be more coherent)…
WELP. IF I THOUGHT THE FIRST PART KILLED ME THEN THE SECOND PART KILLED ME EVEN MORE UMMMM HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE??? Dawnstruck is probably one of my all time favorite fic writers their writing is SO gorgeous and exquisite I’M SOBBING GO READ HER WRITING RIGHT THIS INSTANT I DEMAND YOU
I SPENT THE ENTIRETY OF THIS FIC DYING YOU DON’T EVEN UNDERSTAND I STILL CAN’T COHERENTLY EXPRESS HOW AMAZING THIS FIC IS (also… the writer is an AMAZING ARTIST how the fuck are people so multi-talented I swear to god)
THIS IS SUCH A CREATIVE AND BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN FIC??? Oh my god, the characterization is so great and it’s so awesome watching Otabek and Yuri’s relationship progress over the years…!!! A+++ WOULD RECOMMEND