they both helped each other achieve what they could not before

I now realize why Victor said “I thought you might need my help a little longer” when Yuuri said “Let’s end this”

Maybe all of this has been said before, but I just had an “AHA” moment, so I wanted to put it into words.

I’ll be honest, this line confused me a bit:

But I realized something.

It was most likely Yuuri’s dream to stand on the same stage as Victor as someone capable/with the same level of skill/treated with the same amount of respect, based on this:

Let’s be clear, Yuuri wanted to compete against Victor when they would be on the same level.

So at first, I was confused when Victor said:

But you know what? I think Victor thought that Yuuri had wanted to be treated like an equal (or maybe even achieve Victor’s level of success now that Victor was out of the playing field). That could be why he wonders why Yuuri is giving up on his own career to keep Victor’s going.

Victor was okay with not competing and with helping Yuuri because he thought that way Yuuri could achieve his dream of being put on a pedestal the way Victor had been, but he didn’t realize that Yuuri didn’t want to do it without Victor. 

In short: They both wanted to give up their own careers so that the other could shine, not realizing (at this point) that they didn’t want to shine without each other’s presence in the competition. That it was meaningless without the other.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I hope you're having a wonderful day! I wanted to ask you if you could recommend some super fluffy fics. BTW I really appreciate you! Thank you so much!

SOMETIMES WE ALL JUST NEED SOME FLUFF, so I’m going to try to make this list extra lovely (and long!) ^-^ 💜💜💜

Fluffy Drarry Recs

Talk to Me by Saras_Girl (15.5K)- When the usual channels of communication are shut down, the most surprising people can find a way in. A strange little love story.
Harry is cursed temporarily blind and deaf while alone outside, and is helped by a gentle stranger (*cough* Draco). SO SWEET. Part of her fluffy!verse (collection of one-shots), and anyone after fluff should really read them all <3

Yours Until Midnight by drarryisgreen (4.5K)- Harry sits at a cafe owned by Draco day after day and wonders why Draco likes to bother him. / Lots of rain, lots of tea(s), lots of fluff.
Some fics you just adore for no reason you can articulate, and this is one of those for me. Harry is a (secret) fiction writer under the alias January James, and he writes all his stories in Draco’s cafe, while drinking Draco’s tea and pining without even realizing what he wants. Heart-clenchingly sweet!

Then Comes A Mist and A Weeping Rain by faithwood (21K)- It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that’s ever so cross.
This fic has the most kudos of any Drarry fic on AO3, so everyone and their grandmother has probably read it, but READ IT AGAIN because there is a cloud that follows Draco around raining on the poor boy EXCEPT WHEN HARRY’S BEING NICE TO HIM <333

Luckiest Fucking Size Queen Alive by @l0vegl0wsinthedark(6K)- Potter escorts me home, presses me into my front door and kisses me with a ferocity that’s exhilarating. And then Potter asks me, in a growl that makes my cock throw a wet tantrum in my pants, how many more dates I would deem mandatory before I let him fuck me. I drag Potter to bed.
This fic is fucking hilarious. Quite possibly my favorite humor/fluff/smut combination ever. They both work at the Ministry, and Draco is lured to Potter by the rumors of his amazing cock and they’re so cute and it’s just pure brilliance.

Good to me (And I’d Be So Good to You) by AWickedMemory (9K)- Everyone returns to Hogwarts after the war, but nothing is quite the same. Harry’s groupies are creepier than ever, Ron and Hermione are snogging all over the place, and the once-proud Draco is shuffling around like a kicked puppy. But that’s okay: Harry’s got a plan.
Harry implements Operation Make Friends With Draco Malfoy, and Draco is very confused. Also featuring “Harry’s Draco Lucius Abraxas Malfoy Repository of Information Collected Whilst Stalking (DLAMRoICWS)” hehehe <3

The Wolf Pack by dracogotgame (13.5K)- Nobody said achieving your animagus form was easy. Draco could handle being a wolf pup for a while, right? How bad could it be?
Oh my GOD Draco’s animagus form is a wolf PUPPY and he meets another wolf in the forest and bothers him all the time and then he adopts this wolf as his protector. And the wolf is annoyed but reluctantly amused and endeared and I WONDER WHO THAT WOLF IS HM WHO COULD IT BE????

Mingling, Mistletoe & Misdeeds by @jadepresley (10K)- Three couples in denial. One Christmas party to make them finally see sense. Christmas fluff!
This fic is adorable! It also features Ron x Pansy and Hermione x Theo, and I fell in love with those other two pairings in this fic as much as Drarry! Christmassy and LOVELY. And Draco planned the party, so you know it’s a good one ;)

Candy by @bixgirl1 (5.5K)- It was only after careful consideration that Draco came to the wildly preposterous conclusion that he and Potter were actually friends. Sweet fic. May cause cavities.
Harry wants to be friends with Draco, but Draco refuses. And keeps refusing. Until somehow they’re suddenly friends, and then they’re more then friends, and Draco has no idea how any of it happened! Oblivious!Draco is my favorite Draco and yes I think I may have indeed gotten a cavity from how sweet this fic was ;)

To Love a Loathed (Arch) Enemy by Sophie_French (11.5K)- “For the last time, Malfoy, I have absolutely no hidden agenda giving you your wand back.”
Harry brings Draco his wand back after the war and the rest is history.
After Harry returns Draco’s wand, they start sending (FLIRTY OMG) owls back and forth, and then Draco helps Harry with the Hogwarts Restoration and it’s all just adorable :)

Harry Potter and the Incredibly Organized Personal Assistant by megyal (2.5K)- Harry Potter’s new assistant is snarkily organized.
Not gonna lie, I have a huge thing for Draco being Harry’s Personal Assistant and basically just running his life. This short little fic is so lovely and funny!

Get Me From My Good Side by @julietsemophase (5.5K)- The only reason Harry agrees to these Ministry publicity articles is he knows he’s in safe hands with Draco Malfoy as his stylist. But then a shoot doesn’t quite go to plan and Harry worries his secret is out.
Personal stylist is another job I just LOVE for Draco. This fic is perfect perfect perfect because Draco is the only one Harry trusts to style him. And of course that’s not because he’s secretly in love with him, what are you talking about?!

To Bag A Hero by moonshoespotterr (7.5K)- When Draco realises that insults are getting him nowhere, he decides to take a new approach to bagging the Boy Who Lived.
Draco starts being nice to Harry and gives him his scarf and YEP this is pure fluff

Tug-O-Want by dysonrules (16.5K)- Harry is back at Hogwarts minding his own business when he finds himself magically drawn to Draco Malfoy. Over and over again.
Aaaah amazingness! Accidental bonding! Being repeatedly drawn to each other from opposite sides of the castle! Neither of their faults but they blame each other anyway! Giving in to their desires more and more each time! Y E S

One More Cup of Coffee by Lonov (10.5K)- Harry thought the best part about being a Healer would be saving lives every day without the constant fear of being murdered by a megalomaniac, but when Draco Malfoy walked into the room, he realized he hadn’t escaped so easily.
Both are healers, Harry is miffed that Draco has a more senior position than he does, Draco brings Harry coffee every day, and I could choke on the sweetness

Check Me Out by lumosed_quill (3K)- Draco works as a librarian. Harry visits often and attempts (possibly) to flirt with Draco through his choice of books. Draco is not getting it. At all.
YES this fic is exactly as adorable as the summary makes it sound :D

Storm in a Teacup by faithwood (8K)- For reasons he’d rather not think about, Draco is obsessed with Potter’s hair. This cannot end well.
FLUFF FLUFF HARRY’S HAIR IS FLUFFY LIKE THIS FIC. They study together in a hidden alcove <3

Hey, Potter by SunseticMonster (16K)- Harry returns to Hogwarts for his 8th year, determined not to let Malfoy get to him. But when the snarky teasing starts up again, Harry finds that returning the jibes with compliments has a far more interesting outcome.
GAH Harry starts complimenting Draco whenever Draco insults him and Draco gets all flustered and baffled and it’s adorable as FUCK.

9 times Harry kissed Draco, and the 1 time Draco kissed Harry by LockWhoSuper (4.5K)- ‘Harry grinned, Draco fell into his trap perfectly. Surging forwards, Harry wrapped his fingers around Draco’s tie and pulled him forwards until their lips met over their cauldron. The pressure lasted for three seconds, Harry’s eyes shut and Draco’s wide in surprise. When Harry let Draco go, he slid back into his seat slowly, eyes still wide, tie crooked and a blush painting his cheeks.’
Every time Draco swears, Harry kisses him. That’ll make him stop. Yep. Perfect plan. Nothing at all to do with Harry wanting to kiss Draco. Nothing whatsoever.

What Potter Wants by birdsofshore (3.5K)- Harry definitely didn’t want to do that to Malfoy. Not at all. So why did Malfoy keep saying that he did?
This fic is hilarious and perfect and I think about it all the time because the idea is just that brilliant. Draco insists over and over that Potter is dying to suck his cock. Harry denies it and denies it, but….for someone who doesn’t want to suck Malfoy’s cock, he sure is protesting a lot. Fluffy Smutty Humor ;)

All You Want for Christmas is Me by chibaken (7.5K)- Harry Potter is rich enough to buy himself anything he wants, and so famous that he receives daily gifts from his fans. Whatever is a Secret Santa to do? Draco doesn’t know yet, but he’s going to figure it out.
YEAH I’M RECCING MYSELF SUE ME (please don’t). Christmas party games, Draco in denial, presents, and pooooooorn with a ribbon

Digital Painting: tips for beginners

Heyo! I got asked if I could make a tutorial on digital painting so I’m gonna throw together some advice meant for people who are starting out and want to figure out exactly how this stuff all works. Because it’s hard! What I hope to accomplish here is to make painting more approachable for you.

Firstly, I have put together something like this before, so for archival purposes here it is: http://holy-quinity.tumblr.com/post/89594801811/i-dont-know-how-much-of-this-kind-of-thing-you

For those of you who don’t wanna bother reading that, here are the main points:

1. Learn your program and its tools, from brush properties to layer styles. And I mean learn them. Make a cheatsheet that shows you exactly what each button and scale does, both in isolation and in conjunction with other buttons and scales. Refer to this as much as possible until it is intuitive. The end goal is to know exactly what to do to your brush’s settings to achieve a given effect.

2. It’s perfectly okay to use your sketches, linearts, and other forms of line in your paintings. They can help guide the form and there’s no need to make something fully “lineless”! I never make things “lineless.”

3. Study other people’s art and try to think how they could have possibly achieved the effects they did. You can learn a lot just by observing and mentally recreating the process stroke by stroke—muscle memory is a powerful tool at your disposal. This becomes easier to do once you’ve started doing item 1 above.

OKAY!

So where the heck do you even begin?

What I’m gonna do is try to make digital painting as approachable as possible for someone who’s never really done it. The main idea here is that digital painting is just like real painting. So if you’ve ever done real painting, you already kinda know what’s coming.

I’m gonna assume you know the basics of digital art: you can sketch, line those sketches using layers and opacity changes, and fill the lines with color, maybe even opting to add some shading…and you’ll get something like this:

You know, cell-shaded, or maybe the shading’s blended, but you’ve still obviously a line drawing with color put down on layers beneath the lines.

The next intuitive step is to try going “lineless”…but when you remove the lines you get this:

idk about you but I’m laughing at how stupid this looks

When I was first teaching myself to paint digitally, I didn’t really know how to deal with this. Without lines, the form of the subject vanished or became a mess like the above. Even if I was meticulous and careful about placing down the color such that without the lines layer turned on, the shapes fit together, it didn’t look quite right. There’d be gaps, I wouldn’t know how to incorporate the subject into a background, the contrast wouldn’t be high enough, or it’d just in general look too much like a screenshot from Super Mario 64.

Painting requires a different process than the above. You’ll have to let go of some of your habits and conventions. Such as staying in the lines. Such as fully relying on the lines. Like, I love my lines, I love my sketches—but in painting, they are guides for form, and are not the form itself. So let me go through how I approach a given painting:


My painting process starts with a sketch (here a boring portrait for demonstrative purposes). I make the opacity of the sketch layer something like 30%, and then throw down my base colors on a new layer underneath. I’m not being meticulous about the sketch itself, because again it’s just meant to guide my placement of color. I’m also not meticulous about my placement of the color.

We’re essentially sketching with color. Because ultimately what we want is for the color to take on the form and shapes conveyed by the sketch.

There’s a lot going into this about how to use value, how to shade, how to use color, etc. that I’m kinda skipping over because it takes a lot of time to explain…but there are hundreds of tutorials out there on those topics so please, google around! I found some helpful tuts that way when I was starting out.

Something I find v useful is to keep selecting colors that already exist in your image for shading and hue adjustment. This is why I start with really blendy, low-opacity brushes when throwing down color on top of the background. I can then select colors within there that are a mix of the two.

For instance, I’ll select the color of the lines here:

…and use that to shade:

And maybe I’ll select one of the darker shades around his eye, but not the darkest, to make the shading a smoother gradient…and so on.

What I do in general at this point is go over the shapes and lines of the sketch. Such that I can turn off the sketch layer and see this:

I’m replacing the lines with shading and value. I’ll continue to do this as I keep adding color.

This is all super loose. I am not dedicated to any particular stroke. I just want the colors and shading and light source to be right. I’ll use overlay layers to boost contrast or add a hue.

Here are other examples where I used this process:

I am constantly changing brushes and brush settings as I paint. It really depends on what effect I want where. I am also constantly selecting new colors and applying or blending those in. I don’t believe in having some uniformly applied base color and then shading with only one or two…that’s what I’d do if I was cell-shading like the first drawing I showed you here, but painting should be about messing with color and opacity and blending to make millions of hues!

Good rule of thumb: Hard, opaque brushes for applying color. Soft, dilute brushes for blending colors. Sometimes hard, dilute brushes can make some cool blending effects! I personally prefer harder edges on my shading so that’s a brush I use often.

This is getting a bit long so I’m gonna split it up into multiple parts, but really what I want you to get from this is:

1. learn the tools at your disposal until they are intuitive

2. sketch and line are guides for form, not the form itself

3. rather, hue and value will produce the form

And of course, practice makes perfect!!! Every drawing you make, every painting you make, will bring you one step closer to the artist you want to be, and thus every drawing and every painting, no matter what, is a success.

Google Salutes the Birth of Hip Hop with Interactive Doodle

Google is celebrating the 44th anniversary of hip-hop today with an interactive doodle on its homepage. Kool Herc’s party at 1520 Sedgwick Avenue in the Bronx 44 years ago is cited as the crystallization of influences that became known as hip-hop. Google’s keyword team spoke with Kevin Burke, Ryan Germick Perla Campos who are behind the doodle. They also worked with hip-hop legends Fab 5 Freddy who was the first host of Yo! MTV Raps and Def Jam logo creator and visual artist Cey Adams. Check out their story behind the doodle,

Keyword: How did you come up with the idea for this Doodle?

Kevin: I’m a huge Hip Hop fan. Growing up outside New Orleans, it was a part of my DNA-performing Hip Hop in my high school band, adding Hip Hop to my college radio station’s rotation, and working on the set of Outkast’s “Ms. Jackson” music video in my first job out of college. Hip Hop has been a constant thread through my life and I wanted to bring my love of it to a Doodle. I developed the concept for interactive turntables, showed it to my manager Ryan (also a fan of Hip Hop), and he lost it. He said, “let’s make it tomorrow!”

OK, so people were into the idea. But Hip Hop is such a big topic. How did you decide what to focus on?

Perla: From the beginning, we were thinking big. I mean, Hip Hop touches so many parts of culture but a lot of people don’t know much about its origins. So, we anchored the Doodle to the birth of Hip Hop, and wanted to celebrate the people who pioneered the movement. We hope to give them the voice and the recognition they deserve, which is what Doodles are all about-shining light on times of history that maybe you didn’t know about. 

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A/N: Part II of this Imagine. I also put a request from @dreamwalker08 in there. It just worked together perfectly. Enjoy!

Words: 1958
Warnings: violence, smut (on the battlefield)

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Ultimate Viktuuri FicRec

(☉‿☉✿) I know y’all have been craving some Viktuuri fics, even more so since it’s already ended and we have to wait for season 2. So what better way to pass time than to read some good ol’ fanfics. Here’s a list for you guys. ENJOY   (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧


From the moon by ButterBeerBitch

Victor Nikiforov, the living legend, winner of five consecutive World Championships and five straight Grand Prix Finals - was in Yuuri’s bed. Yuuri’s bumpy, squeaky bed, with the Pokémon stickers peeling off the frame and the unwashed sheets.
“Smells like you,” Victor mumbled, careful and coy.

Yuuri was on the verge of passing out.

-

Or that one time Victor finds out why Yuuri has never let him inside his bedroom because….well, we all know why…


Things we’re all too young to know by incode

Victor miscalculates a date.


Family Arrangements by xshiroi_aki

“It’s like watching a kid, his parents, and his grandparents.”

Her marriage status aside, it kind of made sense.

That was an arrangement she could work with.


In your area by Suzariah

“Hot Russian singles are in your area.”

Yuuri probably wishes he had adblock. Victor is amused.


Get me to the Church on time by InsomniacArrest

Stories of various characters on the day of Victor and Yuuri’s wedding.

Everyone on the big day as Victor and Yuuri prepare to get hitched.


Disaster by LFMH021

“I know that one way or another, Viktor will marry you anyway. I will be your best man right so–” Phichit stated.

Chris raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me? I’m pretty sure I am the best man in their wedding.”

Yurio frowned and crossed his arms. “I was the one who suffered when these two were still pining each other. I think I deserve to be with them at the altar at the very least.”

Yuuri and Viktor glanced at each other, torn.

Yuuri didn’t really expect that Viktor’s statement about their engagement and [if] marriage would bring disaster and chaos into their night right before the Grand Prix Final’s Short Program.


Habit by LFMH021

Yuuri has developed a habit. Before competitions, whenever he wants to concentrate and exercise at the same time, he faces the wall, braces his forearms on it and then wiggle his hips while trying to recite over and over again his routine.

With earphones in and eyes shut, he doesn’t see the way others stare at him. Viktor does, though, and try to bring their attentions away. Phichit and Chris are little shits, as usual.


Amateur or Expert? Watermellonsmellinfellon

“The instructor at the local ice rink was cute. Cute with his glasses on and downright sexy with them off. And Victor just really wanted to spend some alone time with him, but there seemed to be no free time in the other’s schedule. Which left Victor considering other methods.”

In which Victor pretends he isn’t a figure skating genius all so he could talk to Yuuri.


Next time he’ll ask by Kaylin and Kira (Saphie)

Yuuri gets experimental and tries out something new in bed – calling Viktor “daddy” – but because of Viktor’s insecurities about aging, things go unexpectedly (and absurdly) wrong. [Not a daddy!kink fic so much as a humorous subversion.]


Passive-Aggressive by JapaneseAnimeFreak16

Chris has seen many strange things in his life, but he’s never seen this.

“Victor…why are you eating cereal with a spatula?”


Love Like You by LFMH021

“Viktor, it’s your turn to throw the garbage, right?”

“Nope~ Can’t remember such an agreement~” Viktor sing-sang, tiptoeing back to their bedroom.

“Yuuri, did you eat my pint of ice cream while I was out?”

“H-Huh? No way!” Yuuri spluttered with a speck of chocolate on the corner of his lips.

With each other and Makkachin by their sides on their own cozy home with framed (stolen, random and wedding) photographs occupying most of the wall, Viktor and Yuuri couldn’t ask for more.

[Basically, just a domestic Viktuuri fluff wherein Episode 11 was resolved, both of them retired but they both applied as coaches [with Yuuri as skating tutor for kids], they got married and were now living happily in their own home with Makkachin in Spain. Alternating POVs.]


Liar Liar Pants on Fire by shingeki_no_llama

Yuuri’s (not-so-secret) secret gay crush on Victor is discovered after Victor storms into his room unannounced! How will his idol and newfound coach react?

Hint: he will be very touched *wink*


Of Onsen-Holly Water by Moe_Bear

So, here’s the deal: in order to achieve such perfection, one must obligatory have contracted with Satan himself. There is no other explanation. Yuri Plisetsky is damn sure about it.


All the Times Yuuri ran from Viktor, and the One Time He Didn’t by Reisil

Or, the five times Yuuri ran from Viktor, and the time that Viktor held on.
In which Yuuri finds that he is constantly running from Viktor, until Viktor decides he’s had enough.


Just Date Me Already by Ame (Ulan)

Victor has never wanted anything more in his life.

“Yuuri, go out with me.”

“Eeh?”


let him know by mutation

Victor returns to Hasetsu alone. When he arrives at the Katsuki household, someone is waiting for him.


remembrance by doubletan

Victor remembers the confusion, hurt and rejection when he finds the empty hotel room that had once been occupied by an individual bearing the name of Katsuki Yuri hours ago, and said individual was now en route to Japan. He remembers sinking to the carpeted floor in his pajamas before returning to his own room to curl up in his comforter. He remembers Yakov coming over to help him pack with pity evident in his eyes when the check out time had long past and Victor was nowhere to be found. And all Victor could do was lie immobile on the bed with tears he thought would never end. He remembered lecturing his own self mentally, that it was ridiculous to act this way for someone you had only met once, but yet, he could not deny the fact that last night was the first time Victor had felt honestly living, relieved from the burdens and expectations as a renowned and international ice skater. Being with Yuri had felt absolutely right.

or a fic of how a heartbroken Victor had fared since that banquet and how he finally won Yuri’s heart


Looking for A Clue by rosenlight

It takes one touch and Yuuri’s head goes haywire.


Take My Hand - Take My Whole Life Too by shingeki_no_llama

Victor Nikiforov thinks he knows just who has their thoughts scrawled so carelessly on the back of his hand. He can only pray he is right.

———
Soulmate AU where the thoughts of your soulmate inscribe themselves on your skin in a temporary ever-changing tattoo


Ask Me by MarginalMadness

Sometimes life doesn’t work out the way you want it to. Especially when you give someone else the power to break your heart.


stay by my side by paranoid_fridge

“Finally!” somebody shouts and Yuuri jumps. Russian Yuri stomps toward him, expression dark. “He’s on his third round of that.” Yuri jerks a thumb to the rink behind his back. “Make him stop before he hurts himself.”

Aka Yuuri says “let’s end this”, Viktor turns to melodramatic skating, they get to cry and kiss (in that order) and all is well in the end.


Masks off by emulikule

And so the story goes that a playboy comes to a town, makes it fall in love with him and then proceeds to get himself enticed by the most mysterious person there.

Wait… did it really go like that?


Stress Is Bad by MEIXIU

“I can’t handle this. Stress is bad for the baby.” Yuuri deadpans.
If everyone were drinking something, they would have spat out their drinks in surprise.


An Examination of Stamina by Viktor Nikiforov by Anonymous_Ostrich

“Viktor…” Yuuri’s voice was low and gravelly, his teeth grazing the bend of Viktor’s neck, “Is it really okay to keep going?” His cock stirred inside of Viktor, still rock hard, still eager. The feeling of Yuuri’s semen trickling slowly out of his stretched hole made Viktor shiver, and he grabbed Yuuri’s chin in his hand, yanking his face up so that their eyes could meet.

“I’ll say this once, Yuuri. Give me everything you’ve got. Don’t stop even if I beg for you to.”


Accidentally Seductive  by braveten

Yuuri Katsuki is a walking contradiction.

(And it’s driving Viktor mad.)


Out For A Walk by Cinnamean

Yuri goes out with Yakov to explore town and gets separated from his coach. Walking around town with no money for food, he runs into the two infamous lovebirds.


Darling, Please Don’t Ask Me by HisRedEmpress

Sometimes, letting things left unsaid can be harmful.

But sometimes, only sometimes, there’s just no words needed.


yuri is even more done with everyone than previously believed by thankyouforexisting

There are things Yuri isn’t proud of, regardless of how superior to everyone else he is. Few things, of course, but still there nonetheless, though he loathes exposing them. One of his regrets might be, for example, not reading the summary of Fifty Shades of Grey before his mom mentioned off-handedly, “We should watch it, Yura.” (He can never look at her in the same way again.)

Going out for Victor’s “ exciting stag night” (which is a terrible name for it, as it mostly consisted in him sitting down and watching skaters get progressively drunker as they tried to do jumps off ice on the corner of a busy street, while everyone stared) and allowing himself to be roped into a hopeless bet has just become his newest, most fresh regret.


Unwritten by kaizuka

Soulmates AU where whatever you write on your own skin appears on your soulmate, but when there is a language barrier, meeting becomes just a little more difficult than it should be.


A Safe Place To Fall by uchiuchi

“Can I…?”

Viktor’s voice breaks Yuuri out of his trance and he focuses on Viktor, waiting for the words to come out. But Viktor doesn’t say anything more, eyes flickering between Yuuri’s eyes and mouth, and then his finger stops moving and he pulls it back.

He looks like he has more he wants to say, but doesn’t.


I’m Right Next Door by i_like_my_eggs_benedict

“The first time he heard it, Yuri Plisetsky thought he was imagining it.”


On Our Love by LiaoftheDawn

Everything was so easy and real with Yuuri. Even with the lingering tension and the unspoken inevitability of separation, they somehow managed to fall back into something close to a routine, effortless conversation, easy jabs and quiet smiles and something he wanted to hold on to for the rest of his life. Home.

Or the one where Victor thinks he’s doing the right thing, manages to disappoint all the Yuris in his life, and still everything works out at the end.


victory cheer by SportsAnimeRuinedMyLife (KnightOfRage)

Victor kissed Yuuri. You better believe all of these people have something to say about it.

Or…Mari is exhausted, Minako is confused, Nishigori is supportive, Yakov is annoyed, Yuri is pissed, Phichit is the best friend anyone could ever have and Yuuri just wants to kiss Victor again.


Five Kisses by oh_imintrouble

It hadn’t seemed out of the ordinary at the time. Victor had always been free with his affection; throwing out compliments, light caresses, even the occasional peck to the cheek. After a little over a week of having him as his coach, Yuuri was sure he had gotten used to it. It was just a Westerner thing, no use getting riled up if Victor wasn’t going to be stopping it anytime soon.

Then it happened.

~~~

Victor likes kissing Yuuri and Yuuri is frustratingly dense


rumour has it by lunaetude

Viktor Nikiforov is a genius. He tops the level without having to study and he can perform most spells without his wand. He was the second-ever first-year Seeker in the school, and the first Slytherin one at that. He’s a Parselmouth and he’s tamed the other basilisk hidden in the school’s plumbing. He has washboard abs and really defined hipbones. He’s the only son in a long line of pureblood Slytherins and he’s half-Veela and he can speak Mermish and he was born as Voldemort’s secret daughter which is why he’s prettier than half of the girls in school and—

‘Where do you even get all these?’ Viktor asks, eyebrows drawn together in bemusement. ‘I’m not even a pureblood, I’m Muggleborn.’


Dance Along by feelslikefire

Five Times Victor Kissed Yuuri, and One Time Yuuri Kissed Victor


Hold Onto Me by novocaine_sea

“Let’s end this.” Yuuri said, but it was the last thing he meant.

That was the last thing he wanted to say.


True Eros by Nerd_Queen

Viktor can’t sleep. Thats when he hears it.

A groan


the history books are made for us by d10smessi 

Victor thinks, I’ll never love someone this way again.

or: Victor Nikiforov, on loving Katsuki Yuuri.


a kingdom, or this by perennials 

The problem is, Yuuri sees Viktor’s face light up at every performance except his own.

The problem is, Yuuri takes off his glasses when he skates.

The problem is, Yuuri doesn’t see.


Addicted (to the taste of you) by smudgesofink

It’s mortifying. Of course it’s mortifying.

But even with his hands restless by his sides and his stomach buzzing with butterflies and adrenaline and nerves, Yuuri finds that he oddly doesn’t mind the attention. Or rather, Yuuri can’t bring himself to care, for once. He’s exhausted to the bone from his performance, eyes slow and limbs heavy from running on little to no sleep for more than 24 hours now, not to mention kind of emotionally drained from his mental breakdown earlier.

If anything, Yuuri kind of wants Victor to kiss him again. Preferably right now.

At once.

Immediately.

(It’s turning into a problem.)


Five Times Viktor and Yuuri Were Jealous of Makkachin (and the one time they weren’t) by braveten

“Viktor will do whatever is necessary in order to never see Yuuri cry again. He’d walk miles across broken glass. He’d relinquish all of his gold medals to JJ Leroy. He’d let Phichit hack his Instagram account.”


Viktor and Yuuri are jealous of Makkachin on multiple occasions, but the adorable brown poodle might be the only way to get them to realize their love for one another.


constellations of me and you by theargonaut

He can’t look away from Viktor, even when he turns and catches him staring. Truth be told, he can never look away from Viktor. Not even in the beginning; surely, not in any dimension or attic of spacetime, could Katsuki Yuuri have ever looked away from Viktor Nikiforov. And when Viktor looks back at him, smiling, it’s all that matters to him.


Question and Answer by chellethewriter

Viktor is growing old, and his competitors seem to be growing younger and younger. Thus, with every passing year, Viktor finds fewer familiar faces at his Grand Prix banquets, and he wonders whether his attendance has become pointless. What he doesn’t realize, however, is that one unfamiliar, alcohol-reddened face can make the whole night more than worthwhile.


(A canon-compliant retelling of the banquet in which Viktor falls head-over-heels for a certain drunk, Japanese figure skater, and Yuri Plisetsky is both displeased and incredulous).


Pretty For Me by blushunder

A month and a half into becoming more than just skater and coach, Viktor is struck by a realization while Yuuri tries on his old costumes.


Nighttime Sparklers by brumalbreeze

“If anyone should feel lucky, shouldn’t it be me?” Yuuri murmured. “I mean, you’re the Viktor Nikiforov, after all. You could have anyone you want….”

Viktor let his breath fan evenly over Yuuri’s neck as he listened to his words. Though he couldn’t see it, he could imagine Yuuri’s knit brows and small frown. He tightened his grip around Yuuri’s waist and thought about what had happened earlier in the day. This was a different scenario, but Yuuri was feeling anxious and unsure again, and he needed comforting. Viktor didn’t want to mess up this time. He wanted to do things right.


i know my madness by astoryaboutwar

It’s hardly a secret that Victor Nikiforov is a massive player.

(In which Yuuri doesn’t blow the Grand Prix Finals the first time round, does blow Victor, and everything changes but ends up the same.)


– updated version below this  (✿◠‿◠)–


I want to stay close to you by Cloud111

Yuuri swallowed, letting his head turn back to the legend sprawled out on his bed. To the first person to reach out for him after he’d pushed them away. To the man that had taught him to love himself and taught him to want things because he could get them if only he tried.

“I want… you.”


Yuuri!!! On Pole by Noble_Nook

Viktor Nikiforov is an accomplished, world famous dancer-turned-choreographer who has struck out to rekindle a spark he seems to be missing after so many years on and off the stage, only to soon find it wrapped around a stripper pole in Japan.


Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by Reiya

‘…Of all the rivalries in the world of sports over the years, perhaps none has become so legendary as that of Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov and his rival, Japanese Yuuri Katsuki…’

A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries.

Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be.


On My Love by RikoJasmine

For the second time, the Sochi Grand Prix Finals arrive, and with it a reborn Yuuri Katsuki. “Viktor,” Yuuri thinks over the pounding of his heart, the crowd going silent as the music begins. “I’ll show the world what you meant to me.”

Yuuri often thinks of his life as Before and After Viktor Nikiforov, the marking point being the day Viktor swept into his life and turned his world upside-down. After many years together, an accident leads to Yuuri suddenly waking up in the Before—back in Detroit, before the GPF, before he ever knew Viktor as anything other than his childhood idol.

As if it had all been just a dream.


I Wanted To Check by insatiablerealist

Yuuri is an artist, Viktor is a ballet teacher, and they find themselves sharing an apartment in Barcelona. The only problem is they speak two different languages, but despite that, they fall in love.

Love Actually AU based on the Colin Firth/language barrier storyline, you don’t need to know the movie to get the story. The setting etc is all changed but the plot is mostly the same.


you’re like heaven to touch by lazulisong

“Is this because I let you watch American movies as a child,” says Yakov flatly. “The ones where the popular boy gives his coat to the pretty girl?”

Victor puts up both eyebrows in a delicately mocking gesture that was unbearable when he was a fey creature of sixteen and makes Yakov yearn to clip him around the ears now, when he’s twenty-eight. “'Let’ me?” he says.


5 Lessons on Sexuality Victor Taught Yuuri (+1 Lesson Yuuri Taught Victor) by angel_kink

Whether Victor realized it or not, he taught Yuuri many valuable things about sexuality. But Yuuri had a lesson for Victor as well.


Move Close by SigmundFreud

Now fully awake Victor could feel his morning wood pressing against his lover’s ass. Damn. He wondered if Yuuri would be upset if he woke the student up for a short love making session before work and school.


the distance between our fingers by awkwardedgeworth

If Otabek were a bystander, he would see Victor Nikiforov being a ruthless coach, raising his voice at Yuri’s less than stellar free leg, It’s a normal occurrence, the older retired skater pointing out areas Yuri can work on.

But Otabek is not a bystander, and he sees the glint of a golden ring from Victor’s right hand, slipped around his ring finger like a reminder.

A reminder that Victor, estranged with nowhere else to go, was picked up by Yuri and Yakov to go back to Russia so he can have a semblance of a life back.

A life without Yuuri Katsuki.


I see the universe in your eyes by fangirlandiknowit

Before Yuuri realizes what’s happening, he’s been kissed by Viktor Nikiforov.

It’s a small kiss, but Viktor’s lips are soft and dry, brushing over his slow enough that he can feel the tingle of it for minutes afterwards.

It was a kiss, and-

If Yuuri wins, he can ask for another.

Maybe more than one, even.

(Maybe he’ll ask for as many kisses as there are stars in the universe.)



The Grass is Dead by ztellar

It had been two days since the house next door had been moved into, and today, Saturday, it seemed that whoever was going to live there had finally moved in themself. It was all anyone in the neighborhood would talk about, Morooka had even stopped by for a surprise visit so that he, Phichit, and Yuuri could watch their new neighbor from Yuuri’s kitchen window.


The only cue of someone even living in the house was the chitter of a sprinkler in both the front and back lawn.


“He’s got a pretty nice looking car, from here,” Morooka commented.


“Yeah but who has a nice car and moves into a shady house?” Phichit retorted, his question seemingly rhetorical. After a beat of silence he made a tch sound and cocked a hip, “Only pimps or rich kids running from their super sad and oppressive lives, that’s who.”


An Alternate Payment Scheme by exclamation

Yuri and Victor never did discuss what Victor’s coaching fees would be. When Yuri brings the subject up again, Victor has some interesting ideas.



Hell No by LoveActually_rps

Would you tell anyone when you accidentally learn that the person you adore the most and the person you hate the most are actually soulmates? Hell no! [– a novel by Yuri Plisetsky]


Buy 1, Get 50% Off by ayyyywhatsup

Yuuri is just a 21 yr old college student who is trying to win at life. When he gets into an argument with his roommate, Phichit, he rushes out of the apartment to make amends. The only shop he can afford is a dainty flower store in the busy city of Detroit.

Flower shop! AU


Then you should have put a ring on it by ObsidianAbyss

Recently, it’s become a trend for students to exchange rings with their significant others. Although Yuuri is very much single and uninterested, he wears a pretty ring that mostly goes unnoticed by his peers.
That is until Victor Nikiforov starts wearing an exact copy of Yuuri’s ring and flaunts it around.

Loosely based on Only the Ring Finger knows


He Did More Than Drink Till Dawn by TrashBambi (orewakei)

Viktor had spent so many nights fantasising about the Japanese man, remembering the way he’d ground against him as he begged Viktor to be his coach. 


Anything Could Happen by Creepikat

After two years Viktor and Yuuri finally get married. They rent a Hotel near Detroit, in a beautiful and snowy place. Everyone’s here. The future husbands are idiots. Phichit is a best man. Christophe too. And somehow he’s even more dashing than usual. This is gonna be a merry mess. 


To Savior by Kaishiru

“Today is all about you,” Yuuri breathed, fingers fanning out over the obvious bulge in his lover’s trousers.

In which Yuuri makes Viktor’s birthday a day he will never forget.


Mille-Feuille by hanakoto

“You-you were talking dirty, weren’t you?”

“Wow, Yuuri! How can you tell? I could be talking about eating chicken soup and you wouldn’t even know.”

Yuuri discovers that Victor is fluent in French.


Better Romance by EttaMills

Yuuri was no playboy, but he did, to people’s shock, have romantic experience before Viktor. However, it was no love story and bad memories tend to reopen old wounds.


Luckily, Viktor is more than h
appy to not only patch up those wounds, but rub a little salt in the person that caused them. 


Clap Back by EttaMills

A few months after the embarrassing Instagram incident, Yuuri had foolishly thought there would be no consequences.


However, certain hockey players learn that you can’t go after Ice Skating’s number one katsudon without dealing with the squad.


a certain playboy by fan_nerd

@v-nikiforov - The handsome playboy has returned to town. Please pay special attention to my Free Skate tomorrow. ♥♥♥

There’s no way that Victor, Yuuri’s childhood idol, could be calling Yuuri a handsome playboy, just because they’d met eyes at two skating events. Besides, a total stranger had given Yuuri the tickets. It would be totally absurd.

Yuuri frowns, turning his head on the pillow. Wouldn’t it?


Later Date by triste

“Here’s the thing, see,” Victor breezes. “Yuuri mysteriously misplaced his suppressants, so now he’ll be going into heat. It’s a terrible shame, I know, but I could never leave him to deal with this on his own. I’m his alpha, remember? And his coach. And his fiancé.”

“It’s the middle of the season!” Yakov roars. “Vitya, you can’t just–”

“See you in five days!” Victor says brightly.

Then the line goes dead.

Yakov hurls his phone at the window in impotent rage, and it actually makes a bigger dent than Yurio’s did.

“I wish people would stop doing that,” Georgi sighs.


Break the Cycle by SigmundFreud

Yuuri’s neck was bright red, matching the colors of his cheeks. His eyes were half-lidded with pupils blown wide. He could try to avoid Victor all he wanted, but standing this close to the man made Yuuri lose all rational thought. Victor was like a drug, the strongest drug Yuuri knew, and he could never reject those lips.

College AU where Yuuri is a grad student addicted to fucking his ex, and Victor is secretly suffering from heartbreak.


Russian for Dummies by cutthroatpixie

“Are you a beginner?”

Viktor was not a beginner. Viktor was the TA supposedly in charge of this study session. Viktor spoke Russian. Viktor was Russian.

“Sure!”


Strange Bedfellows by ikemegane

When Yuri’s childhood crush showed up at his door, naked, full of impossible promises, the young skater didn’t even know what to think. When Yuri somehow ends up with said childhood crush in his bed, however, his body does the thinking for him.


santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight by frolickingangels

Yuuri has a sweet, little surprise for the birthday boy.


Consequences of Jetlag by paintstroke

The morning after Yuuri arrives in St. Petersburg he decides that this might be his one chance to wake Viktor up however he wants…

Shameless fluffy smut, PWP.

Japan is 6 hours ahead of St. Petersburg.


We’ll Remember These Nights by Cornflower

“You look just like the poster in my room,” Yuuri slurred, barely holding himself up in Viktor’s arms, “but you have more clothes on.” He giggled. The words hit Viktor hard, and he didn’t know how much more his weak gay heart could handle. He barely even noticed Yakov leaving the room with his head cradled in his hands.

Or in other words, what really went down at the banquet last year, and what that meant for them now.


So that’s it for now! I’ll update this from time to time but here are some of the fics I found  ╰(◡‿◡✿╰)

Remember to give kudos to the authors!

UPDATED!! (January 02, 2017)

((I know that I didn’t really add a lot but I promise I still have some that I’m going to post, I just feel really lazy atm (▰˘◡˘▰) haha whoops. I thought about making the updated fics into a separate post, sort of like a part two but eh, I decided no to. If there are some repeats from the earlier fics I rec’d let me know so that I can edit it out and also, if you want to submit a fic, please do!   ◕‿◕ ))

How Achieving Your Dreams in a Way you Didn’t Envision is Not Always a Bad Thing

Victuuri Week 2017 – Day 3 – Day Prompt, Victor Prompt – Dreams, Hope/Regret

Today for Victuuri Week Day 3, I’d like to talk about Hopes and Dreams and how not achieving what you initially desire in the form you envision isn’t always a bad thing. In this case, we’re going to look at what Yuuri and Victor’s hopes and dreams for their futures may have been pre-series and how they got way more than they bargained for simply by meeting each other.

Let’s start with Yuuri. We know right from the beginning of episode 1, even before we knew the title of the episode, that Yuuri aspired to skate on the same stage as Victor. We’re shown how this dream was formed and nurtured by friends and family through his childhood and teen years and carried by his feelings through to adulthood. He did everything he could to just come close to Victor; whether that be through his skating, having his walls plastered with posters of him, or even getting a dog of similar breed to Victor’s and naming it after him. So Yuuri’s hope for the future was fairly obvious even if it did have a time limit with the nature of the careers of competitive figure skaters.

Now how about Victor? We don’t really have enough information about his childhood to conclusively say anything for certain but, as far as we can tell, he didn’t have as clear of a dream laid out as Yuuri did. Optionally, you could even argue that he had a dream before but had already reached it. This is actually one of the major facets of his characterization and development through the series. He is the polar opposite of Yuuri in that at the start of the series he didn’t have any concrete hopes for his future. All he knew is that he wanted to skate and keep skating because this was just the thing he always did and had no reason to change it. There may have been a time when skating (or even competing) might have been called his dream, but by the start of the series it no longer was. It had just become a thing he did due to his pride as a skater/competitor and his lack of direction in his life overall.

And then, of course, the series truly begins and they meet each other. Now, we could look through the evolution of how their hopes and dreams changed over the course of the season but I think it will be more expedient to look at where they started and ended and compare the two.

Starting with Yuuri, what’s interesting is that through the course of the season you almost forget about the exact form of his initial dream: to skate on the same ice as Victor. He managed to connect with Victor in so many other ways but he had yet to actually compete against him. He may have felt directionless at the start of the series because he felt he had failed at reaching his dream but the reason for that was because he already had achieved his dream. It just wasn’t in the way he envisioned. He then became disillusioned with his dream. That is, until Victor himself came crashing face-first into his life.

Speaking of our favourite platinum-haired Russian, let’s check in with Victor. Victor may not have had a concrete dream before he met Yuuri but then they connected and he slowly rediscovered that he actually did have a dream all along. A dream that probably comes as no surprise but is actually very similar to Yuuri’s own: he wants to skate. And he wants to enjoy it. Yuuri then helped open his eyes to that, he helped him rediscover his love of skating as a whole and through this rediscovered his hope for the future.

But wait, there’s more! Everything that I’ve talked about so far actually only brings us to the end of ep 11. By the time the hotel room scene comes around, Victor has rediscovered his love for skating and his focus, his hope for the future, had become completely centered on Yuuri. So far as he could see, his future was to coach Yuuri until Yuuri eventually retired and then figure things out from there. And Victor was content with that as long as he could do that with Yuuri. He had even shifted his dream that involved enjoying skating to accommodate no longer being a competitor.

Yuuri, however, had other plans (which we as viewers always knew he did). Yuuri misread what Victor’s current hopes were and attempted to sacrifice himself in an attempt to allow those dreams to come true. Yuuri had adjusted his dream from wanting to skate on the same ice as Victor to wanting to make Victor happy and allow him to reach his own dreams. On the flip side, Victor had adjusted his dreams from wanting to skate for himself and find purpose in his life to wanting to make Yuuri happy and achieve his dreams.

So if both are wanting, above anything else, to help the other achieve their dreams then where do they go from there? Yuuri is planning to retire and Victor has basically already done so. The answer comes back to those initial dreams from episode 1. The dream Yuuri has to skate on the same ice and same level as Victor and the incomplete dream Victor had to enjoy skating again and find purpose in his life.

Through a combination of them both working towards helping each other and some outside encouragement, they actually end up achieving so much more. They both manage to achieve their hope of allowing their partner to achieve his dreams and well as achieving their own. Yuuri is finally able to skate on the same ice as Victor, as a competitor and someone that is on the same competitive level as him, and Victor is able to rediscover his passion in skating. And not only that, but they are able to continue their relationship that exists both on and off the ice.

Comparing the place they’re at by the end of the series to where they started at episode 1, we can see that their perceived failure to achieve their initial dreams in the form they had envisioned actually helped them achieve them in a way they hadn’t imagined. Through the willingness to throw away their own dreams, they managed to push each other to higher heights and not only achieve their own dreams but cement in place a firm hope for the future.

In the end, they became the key to not only achieving each others dreams but in doing so also opened a previously hidden door to a new envisioning of their own initial dreams.

Lesson 11.4: Soul Relationships

Our souls come here to grow. We cannot grow in isolation and different souls cross paths in order to help each other and all of humanity to evolve. We do this through different relationships: karmic relationships, soulmate relationships, and twin flame relationships. A lot of the time we confuse these relationships and misinterpret their meaning, because they all do have overlapping attributes. However, all kinds of soul relationships are unique in their own way. 

Karmic Relationships

Karmic relationships are relationships with people who teach us lessons we didn’t master in our last lifetime. They usually don’t work out, but that’s because they’re not supposed to. Lasting forever would defeat the purpose of a karmic relationship. Your karmic soulmate should come into your life, teach you/challenge you through different experiences, and then leave. This sounds harsh, but it’s not bad. They are called “karmic” relationships because their purpose is to help both of the souls balance mutual karma. That’s why karmic relationships often form based on strong attraction (whether it be physical, mental or emotional), because both souls know that they need this connection in order to balance karma from a past life. There will be good times in these relationships and the end is not always abrupt or through heartbreak, especially if the two souls involved are mindful. It takes strength to be in these relationships, as sometimes it’s hard to let go. 


We may want to hold on for some reason, maybe there’s something in the relationship that we can’t let go of, but we have to understand that letting go is learning our lesson and afterward we will move on to better things and new lessons. Like any soulmate, you can have karmic relationships with your friends as well.

Soulmate Relationships

Soulmates are souls who teach us lessons as well. The souls we’re with in karmic relationships often teach us things that influence our perception of reality and help us to grow our perception. Soulmates often teach us things that help us to grow internally. 

“Soul mates share a common mission and comparable stage of spiritual development. They come together because they are working on the same type of karma and the same chakra simultaneously.

So soul mates have an attraction that is based on the sacred labor and on the path of self-mastery.

A soul mate is like the echo of oneself in Matter working at the same task to fulfill a blueprint for God.” – Elizabeth Clare Prophet

Soulmate relationships experience hardships just as any other relationship does. The difference is that in soulmate relationships, the hardships we face are usually centered around growth. The challenges help us to change and when we experience difficulty with a soulmate, we turn to introspection to see what we can do internally to help the situation. This is because soulmates are here to help us do that, to be introspective and see how we can grow. Soulmates often focus on you and how you can become a better person, whereas karmic partners focus on themselves. See, karmic lovers won’t directly encourage us to grow. Through their actions and the flaws in their personalities and our ability to let go of them, they help us to grow. Soulmates directly try to help us become better people. They even help us with self-awareness and realizing our greatness and our purpose.

Half of our soulmates won’t even be romantic. The purpose of a soulmate is to help us grow and evolve in this life and become better versions of ourselves, which doesn’t have to be romantic. A soulmate can even be a stranger you encounter for a few minutes, but within that encounter something will happen that helps you to grow. We often have “soul circles” or “soul families”, a group of other souls who we travel through lifetimes with. These will be good friends of yours who you become friends with in each lifetime. If you have friends who feel more like your family than the people you’re actually related to do, then they could be your soul circle.

Twin Flames

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Week 15: O - Oops

The bell over the coffee shop door announced Derek’s arrival with a merry jingle a little after 11 in the evening. Derek shuffled the strap of his messenger bag higher on his shoulder and shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his leather jacket.

The shop was almost empty at that hour. Only a few students writing their first papers of the new term and a couple of regular night owls were scattered through the shop. His usual seat in the far corner, where he could sit with his back against the wall and keep watch, was open.

Derek dropped his bag on the small table and shrugged his jacket off to drape over the back of his claimed seat. The young woman at the register was new, which could be potentially problematic. Derek didn’t recognize her, but she smiled cheerfully when he approached.

“What can I get you?” she chirped. Her heartbeat fluttered nervously as her scent sweetened with clear want. Definitely problematic.

Derek paused a moment. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly. He wasn’t sure his drink had a name.

“Oh, well, we have different speciality coffees and teas,” the barista said and gestured to the menu board behind her. “If you want something-”

“I got this!” Stiles slid out of the back room, arms flailing to keep his balance. “Yo,” he said, greeting Derek with a lazy salute, and Derek snorted. His roommate was ridiculous. “Super awesome Stilinski special as dark as your soul, coming right up.”

“Right,” Derek said, gravitating down the bar towards Stiles. “No cinnamon this time.”

“Sure thing.” Stiles flipped a large paper cup into the air and fumbled to catch it, which made Derek chuckle.

When Stiles called him earlier that year, it had been a bit of a shock. Derek had been living in a cabin upstate that he and Laura had bought years ago. He had finally achieved vengeance for his family when he ripped out Kate’s throat and burned her body deep in the woods, but Beacon Hills wasn’t home anymore, so he hadn’t gone back. Now he wished he had.

At first, Derek hadn’t been sure the small voice on the other end of the phone had actually been Stiles, and not something trying to lure him back to Beacon Hills because the Stiles on the other end of the line had been quiet, almost hesitant, and unsure. As if Stiles hadn’t believed he deserved Derek’s help. Definitely not at all the hyperactive, chatterbox he had left behind. They both carried heavy scars, but that was fine.

Before Derek knew it, he had a new roommate and was driving across the country to pick Stiles up the day he got his diploma. Stiles hadn’t been home since, and the Sheriff was worried.

The barista asked Derek what the drink was so she could ring it up as Stiles ducked out of sight to retrieve milk out of the fridge below the counter.

“I don’t know,” Derek said again. “Something chocolate?”

Derek always had the same drink whenever he came in, but he didn’t know what it was because Stiles had never told him. It probably didn’t have a name. The first time he picked Stiles up, Stiles had whipped something up and shoved it into his hands.

Stiles’ head popped back up over the espresso bar. The steamer hissed to life, and Stiles laughed. “Don’t worry about it, Sam. It’s on me,” he said and winked at Derek.

Derek hadn’t paid for a drink yet.

The drink Stiles handed off to Derek smelled overly sweet and chocolatey, and was piled so high with whipped cream drizzled with chocolate and caramel that the topping threatened to spill over. He wasn’t sure how Stiles knew about his sweet tooth, but he shouldn’t have been surprised.

“Here ya go, big guy,” Stiles said and grinned. “Extra sweet and fluffy. Just like you.”

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anonymous asked:

"So it was you"

Harry woke up suddenly, sitting up straight in his bed. His heart pounded, still reacting to his nightmare. He looked around and tried to make sense of his surroundings. The darkness stretched across the room, but he could make out figures, breathing slowly as they slept. Harry sighed with relief.

He was in his dorm room, in the eighth year tower. Not many students wanted to continue their studies after the war, so the school just made one large space for those who decided to come back. Harry was one of them. Hermione and Ron came back, too. All of the Gryffindors. Most of the Hufflepuff’s and Ravenclaws. Even a good amount of Slytherins. The most surprising of them being Draco. A lot of people thought he would be sent to Azkaban, but after the trails, he was charged not guilty and permitted back to Hogwarts. Many people wondered how he was let go so easily, but only a few knew why.

Harry had been there, vouching for Draco, telling them that he was forced into the situation. What he said to Dumbledore. Everything… All but one. No one knew about it, not even Ron or Hermione. They didn’t understand that Draco really did recognize Harry at the Manor that night. But Harry knew. He could see it in his eyes.

Harry sighed, quietly getting up so as not to wake any of his roommates. He looked at his invisibility cloak, shaking his head and slipping out the door without it. He had a habit of waking up from nightmares, but it was especially frequent after the war. On nights like these he found his way up to the astronomy tower and stared at the sky, often waiting until he could see shades of pink break past the dark horizon. He was never interrupted there. He could think in peace.

He didn’t bother putting on shoes. He liked the way the cold felt against his feet. It grounded him.

He turned a corner, finding himself at the foot of the towers stairs, when he froze. A dark figure glided towards him, walking into the light of a torch.

“Malfoy.” Harry breathed. “… You startled me.”

“So even the chosen one gets scared?” Malfoy raised an eyebrow, but there was no venom to his voice. In fact, he sounded tired.

“Guess so…” Harry didn’t bother fighting back. He was still distracted by Draco’s presence. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you-” Malfoy stopped his usual retort. He narrowed his eyes at Harry, as if contemplating something. Then he let out an exasperated breath. “I’m going to the Astronomy tower.”

Harry blinked. “Oh…” His heart fell, his night plans going sour. He turned away from the stairs, “Have fun then.”

“What are you doing here?” Malfoy said quickly.

“Er…” Harry nodded towards the stairs awkwardly.

Draco stared at him for a moment before putting his nose in the air, “Well, no ones stopping you,” and glided up the steps. Harry glanced around, wondering what his next move should be, before his legs automatically brought him in stride with Malfoy.

They found their way to the top, settling down on a bench. Harry didn’t bother questioning why they sat at the same one. The company was oddly… refreshing.

They sighed in unison, staring out to the horizon. The night was bright with an almost full moon. Stars flitted in and out of sight, twinkling among a few clouds barely visible against the dark sky.

It seemed long, but Harry knew it could have only been several minutes. He was itching with a question, one he’d been holding to himself, never dreaming he’d be able to ask. After a few excruciating moments, Harry broke.

“Why did you let me go that day?” He blurted out.

Draco barely flinched. “What do you mean?”

“At the manor.”

Draco glanced at him boredly. “I used to live there, Potter. You’ll have to be more specific.”

“You know what I’m talking about.” A flare of frustration shot through his chest. “When they captured me. Greyback. You told them you didn’t know whether it was me or not.”

Harry paused. Waiting for an answer.

Draco looked straight ahead of him, expressionless. “So it was you.”

“But you knew that already.” Harry said angrily. He wasn’t making any sense.

“Potter, I don’t understand why we’re talking about this. The war is over.” He rubbed his eyes and Harry almost felt bad.

“Not for me.” He pushed.

“Well, it is for me.”

“Then why can’t you sleep?”

Silence.

“I like the stars.”

Harry huffed, leaning back against the bench. He ran a hand through his hair. He knew, of course, that Draco wouldn’t talk to him. But he had to try. He looked back up to the horizon. It looked different now. His irritation changing the serenity of the scene. He turned again towards Malfoy, just enough to look at him without seeming obvious. The moon made his platinum hair glow and his grey eyes shine. If it wasn’t for his somber expression, he would have looked untouchable. Almost ethereal.

“Why didn’t you tell them…” Harry jumped at Draco’s sudden words. “At the trails. That I hadn’t given you away.”

“I thought you didn’t know it was me.”

“Potter.” Draco pleaded. He closed his eyes, furrowing his brow in a pained expression.

“… I guess, I wanted to make sure it wasn’t my imagination. That you really had protected me.”

“You seemed pretty sure it wasn’t your imagination a moment ago.” Malfoy turned to lock eyes with Harry. They were dark and intense, challenging him to be as honest as he wanted Draco to be.

“I guess…” Harry took a deep breath, looking away from him. “I guess I didn’t want to share that moment. With anyone.”

Draco said nothing, so Harry continued. “It was the moment I realized you were never the enemy. The moment I realized none of this was your fault. That it was mine.”

There was more silence before, “You complete prat, Harry Potter.”

Harry snapped his head back to Malfoy, startled by the use of his full name, then startled again to see grey, watery eyes.

“Sorry?”

“Your fault? How?”

“Er-”

“I was the one who brought in Fenrir to the school, I was the one who fixed that bloody cabinet, I was the one who got Dumbledore killed! I helped the Dark Lord, I even got this damned mark to prove it!” Draco was on his feet now, face red with anger, as he wrenched his pajama sleeve up to reveal his dark mark. He laughed maniacally, as if the world had finally broken in half on top of him. “I even gloated! As if I was the most important shit in this place. And you, you get me out of Azkaban, after saving the entire fucking wizarding world, and you have the gall to tell me it’s all your fault? You don’t know shit about fault, Potter. Don’t you dare try to take that achievement from me, too.”

Harry’s eyes were wide with astonishment. Draco breathed heavily, face splotchy and pink. He seemed embarrassed, but held his gaze nonetheless.

They stared at each other, unsure of what to do next, when suddenly Harry snorted.

Then Malfoy laughed. It was short, just coming up from the back of his throat.

Then they were both laughing. Quietly at first, before building up to loud, obnoxious guffaws. Draco slipped back in his seat, holding onto the bench to keep himself steady. Harry was doubled over, taking large breathes in between it all.

“Wh-Why are you -ha!- laughing?” Draco managed.

“I-I don’t -pfft- know! Why a-are you?”

Draco shrugged, although it looked odd with his shoulders already shaking, “I’m an utter lunatic?”

That only made them laugh more, eventually gripping onto each other with the intensity of it all. It died down eventually. They took in shallow breaths, trying to keep themselves from smiling. Small chuckles escaped once or twice.

Harry looked up once he was calm enough, finding one hand placed on Draco’s thigh and the other underneath his fingers, their hands resting at the top of the benches back. Their bodies faced each other, calves folded beneath them.

Draco looked up as well, a small smile still on his lips. Harry glanced to them, watching his mouth curve back down to a slight frown.

“Draco.” Harry glanced back to his eyes. He looked surprised as the use of his first name. “Tell me… Please.”

A flash of fear went across his face, making him look away. He settled for looking at their intertwined fingers.

“Why is it so important to you?” He whispered.

Harry thought for a moment, a slow blush creeping up his own neck as he realized the real reason he wanted to know.

“Because I’m hoping it meant what I want it to mean.” He said before he could stop himself.

Draco froze, keeping his eyes glued to their hands. “… What did you want it to mean?”

“You tell me,” Harry breathed, inching his face closer to Draco’s. Enough so that if he were to turn, just a bit…

Draco remained still.

“Why didn’t you tell them it was me, Draco.” Harry could see him shiver at his own name.

“Because… Because I-” But he never finished, instead turning and catching Harry’s lips into his own. Harry reacted late, Draco already shifting so that he could tilt his head back, forcing Harry’s mouth open. Harry suddenly moved, letting go of his hand in order to wrap his arms around Draco’s torso. He moaned. Or did Draco moan? It wasn’t clear, all they could do was try to be as close to each other as possible.

Harry moved his mouth with Draco’s, his tongue sliding along the others. He felt along the hem of his pajamas, slipping his fingers against Draco’s cool skin.

Then, just as suddenly as it began, Harry was being pushed back. He caught himself before he could fully fall off his seat, blinking rapidly towards Malfoy-who was currently wide eyed and flushed. His lips were already swollen and slick with saliva. He quickly wiped his mouth, shaking while he did so.

“Draco-?” Harry started, but Malfoy abruptly stood up.

“It’s Malfoy to you, Potter.” He snapped, trying to straighten his shirt.

“Wha-?”

“D-don’t you dare try that again. I-I’ll-” He couldn’t finish, somehow getting redder and redder by the minute.

“You’re the one who-!”

“Well, you obviously seduced me! Sure you’re not a Slytherin? Because that was some sly manipulation if I’ve ever seen any.” Draco huffed, crossing his arms.

Harry could only laugh, but that made Draco turn on his heel and storm out.

“Wait!” Harry called to him. He merely stopped, turning his head ever so slightly. “Same time tomorrow night?”

There was a pause and a twitch on the corner of his mouth, looking suspiciously like a smile, before Draco continued down the stairs.

Harry let a long breath out. He couldn’t help but grin, before a thought dawned on him.

He never did get his answer.

Partners

23. “Just pretend to be my date.” request by anon.

Pairing: kacchako

Word count: short?? they don’t show this shit on mobile

Rating: t, cause Bakugou

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“Pretend to be my date.”

Ochako rubbed her eyes, not sure if she was dreaming or not. After waking up at the sound of strong knocks at her apartment door, she expected if was one of her neighbors wanting to complain about something. What she didn’t expect, was to see Bakugou Katsuki, wild blond hair and angry red eyes, standing in front her.

“Bakugou…?”, she mumbled, voice raspy from being asleep just minutes ago. “What do you want?”

He gulped, as if he was swallowing his pride. “Pretend. To be. My date.”

His voice sounded odd and restrained, like he regretted saying them. Ochako blinked.

“Hum… I’m gonna need you to be more clear than that.”, she said, arms crossed, leaning on the door frame.

His scowl deepened, hands trembling. He was trying to hold some explosions back, that was for sure.

“To the goddamn party Best Jeanist’s gonna host!”, Bakugou blurted out, looking away from her.

Ochako had heard of the party. The now third best hero in the country decided to throw one of those fancy charity events, the profits destinated to a foundation that helped the victims of villain attacks and their families. It was a really nice initiative, but the invites were a bit expensive. The girl couldn’t afford to spend that much, now that she had to pay her own rent.

Which reminded her…

“And after three years since you last saw me, you decided to ask me out at 11:00 pm on a tuesday, because…?”

Bakugou flinched at her sarcastic tone.

“I’m not asking you out, stupid round-face!”, he said, running a hand through the back of his head. He had an undercut now, she noticed. “I just need you to go with me to this fucking ball and pretend to be my date. Don’t blow this out of proportion!”

“Wow, you really know how to convince a girl.”

It’s not like Ochako held any grudges from high school. Despite being a dick to her and all her friends, Bakugou had gone through a great development, and ended up becoming a not so unpleasant company at the end. However, after school was over, she hadn’t heard much from him. They saw each other from time to time, for work-related reasons, but she kinda felt hurt that he never return her calls or joined the rest of their friends when they hung out.

“Look, i know it’s been a long time”, he started, frowning at her hurtful expression. Taking in a deep breath, his stance got a little more relaxed. “And i… i’m fucking sorry, okay?!”

Her eyes went wide open. Bakugou Katsuki, apologising? Not something she ever thought of seeing in her life. He caught her impressed reaction, scowling and letting out a stressed sigh.

“I just, needed to focus on my career. It’s hard enough trying to go solo without any distractions. I don’t have time for it.” he muttered, looking genuinely honest. Her eyes softened a little. “This stupid party’ll be full of government people and potential investors. And i need to make a good fucking impression if i ever want to stop being just a sidekick.”

Ochako blinked, putting the pieces together. “So, you think i could make a good impression?”

He scoffed. “I’ve seen you on the magazines. TV shows. Posters. Gunhead sure knows how to use that round face of yours to promote his agency.”

She blushed, looking away from him. It wasn’t a lie. Gunhead wasn’t exactly the greatest example of charisma, and having her on his office had made a huge difference in his popularity. But Ochako wasn’t just a pretty face, and he knew that. They’ve been a great team during the last few years she’s been his sidekick.

“Besides, you’re good with people. You have this stupid positive attitude, and you know how to use words.”, she felt her cheeks warming up at the strange compliments. “Those old geezers will fall in love with you in the blink of an eye.”

“You, on the other hand, would just make them run away in terror.”, she pointed out, watching as his face curled up in a sneer.

“Yeah, smart-ass. But with you by my side, maybe they’ll actually hear what i have to say. Then, if we can convince them, they’ll land us the money to start our own office!”

She choked, not sure if she heard that right.

“Our office? D-do you mean… Are you proposing a partnership?”, Ochako’s eyes were wild. She must have gone crazy, Bakugou would never ask her that.

“It’s not like that, stupid!” he hurried his words, looking a bit flustered himself. “I mean, just until our names start to stand out as solo heroes. Than, we can on our fucking ways.”

She slowly nodded, starting to understand his track of thought. Going solo was really hard these days, with so many heroes popping out of nowhere. If you didn’t have the money, you had to really stand out from the crowd to catch the eyes of investors and get your office going. Then, there’s the hiring, administration, keeping track of the income, of the popularity, sometimes campaigns and other issues. At such young age, and with barely any resources, Ochako would never make it own her on.

Bakugou, although being one of the best of their generation, lacked every other quality a pro hero should have, such as charisma, patience and cooperativeness. Even if he had the money to start, he would certainly be demonized by media and other agencies would refuse to work with him. If they could rely on each other until they were well recognized as pro heroes, maybe there was a chance for both of them to achieve their goals.

“So? You in or not?”, she snapped from her thoughts, looking back at him. He looked impatient, hands on his pockets, staring at her with expectation. “I’ll pay for your entrance, even buy you a fucking dress if you wa—”

“I’m in.”

His eyes were wide for a second. He stared at her, looking for any trace of sarcasm in her face. “You… you’re in? Are you sure, round-face? Even if we can make it, It’s gonna be a long damn time before we can hire assistants, and there’s the management issue and—

“I said i’m in, Bakugou.”, she had a big smile on her lips, as he stared at her in awe. He expected her to say no, to laugh at him, to send him flying out of the fucking building. But not to actually accept his offer.

“I have some conditions, though.”, she said, and he raised a brow at her serious expression. “No baku-raging at the party. You’ll act like a gentleman, and agree with everything i say. And you’ll call me by my name, from now on. No snarky nicknames about my face.”

He sneered at her, rolling his eyes. “Fine, Uraraka. Anything else?”

She thought about it for a second. “Yes. If we do manage to start our own office, i’ll be the one who’ll name it. You’re awful with names.”

Bakugou’s eyes flared up at the insult.

“What?! What’s wrong with King and Queen of Explodo-Kills?!

At this, she slammed the door in his face, going back to her bed.

And this, was how hero agency Supernova was born, now one of the biggest offices in Japan.

Entanglement: Part 2

Entanglement: Part 2 

Paring: Namjoon x Jin x you

Word Count: 8.6k

genre/warning: smut, dirty talk, double penetration, dom!Jin, dom!Namjoon

Parts: one 

Originally posted by theseoks

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How to Make a Witchy Planner

For 2017 I’ve decided to revamp my Witchy “Planner” and add quite a few things to help me stay on track with my goals, both witchy and mundane, and so I’m making a post to share with everyone what I’m doing.

What is a Witchy “Planner”?

A Witchy “Planner” is something that I came up with a few months ago to help me become more organized with my practice. I have a terrible habit of forgetting to plan for Sabbats and Esbats, and I also have a terrible tendency of buying a ton of journals and notebooks for specific purposes, and then never touching them again. I put together my “Planner” to help with that.

However, it isn’t exactly a planner. It’s a combination of a planner, a journal and a to-do list rolled all into one and it is centered around my witchcraft.

How do I make a Witchy “Planner”?

My Planner is a mini three ring binder I bought at Target. I tend to change my mind often so I bought a binder so I could switch things up whenever I wanted. I also tend to be afraid to “mess up” in fancy journals, which leads to them never being used. A binder is my best solution for that.

However, you can use any method that is easiest for you. A plain spiral notebook or a folder on your computer or in OneNote can be used just as easily.

The most important thing is to use a method that you will enjoy using.

When you want to get into a habit of working with something, it helps if you enjoy looking at it. You want to look forward to using it. Even if you have a plain notebook, get creative and jazz it up a little so you’ll want to use it. You don’t want to get bored of it and then never pick it up again.

What goes inside a Witchy “Planner”?

This is something that will ultimately be unique to each witch. Ask yourself what it is that you want to keep track of. For me, I have my Planner organized into the following sections:

- Goals; Yearly and Monthly
- Love Notes; Inspiration and Motivation
- Calendar
- Sabbat and Esbat Planning
- Spells and Rituals
- Personal Reflection
- Blog Stuff
- Things to Add to My Grimoire

You can also add sections for prayers to your deities, times to do offerings or change up your altar, a meditation section, or practically anything else that you feel you will need.

I’ve only had my planner a few months, but I’ve already changed it several times since then.

How do you use your “Planner”?

As stated before, I use my Planner for both magickal and mundane purposes. Why? Well, I’ve found that I tend to be more involved with my magickal practices than I am with my mundance practices. So for 2017 I’ve decided to merge the two together in hopes to accomplish a little bit more.

I look at my Planner at least once a day, most of the time in the evening before bed. I’m more of a night owl and I’m not really conscious enough in the morning to retain what I look at or read.

I use my Planner to keep track of what I need to get done in a week, as well as a place to look over my achievements. I write myself “love letters” to encourage myself. I use it to plan my Sabbats, Esbats and other Holidays. I use it to reflect on myself personally (such as how I felt during the week/month), as well as keep track of any witchcraft blog posts I want to write, and anything I need to add to my Grimoire.

Additional Resources:

 A Look Inside My Witchy Planner

 Witchy Planner Inserts Masterpost

 Persephone’s Planner on Etsy

It’s Okay to Have a Love Interest

No, really. Having a love interest does not automatically deem a character dependent and a damsel. In my opinion, as long as the romance is not random, forced or rushed, having a love interest is fine. I believe that if we aren’t careful, a stigma could be formed that characters are not independent, strong women, just because they love a man. That is not true. We need to veer from both extremes, that women must rely on men and ALSO that women must be single to be considered independent and strong and that if they do love a man, that they are automatically of inferiority. You can love somebody and still have agency.

There is nothing wrong with not having a love interest, either, though. I think that it is great that we are exploring stories beyond romance. But I don’t care for this sentiment that is forming, as if the new princesses are superior to the others for not having a love interest. No, all the princesses have something unique and positive to bring to the table.

Also, about Cinderella and Ariel. Cinderella did not just dream about happily-ever-after with the prince. She did not even mention the prince before she went to the ball. She never expected him to save her, she only dreamed that an opportunity would arrive that could help her achieve a better life. That opportunity turned out to be with the prince. She wanted to go because she was hoping to leave her abusive home and have fun for once. It was her good fortune that the prince noticed her at the ball, that her beauty (inside and out) caught his attention. And after the ball, sure she was infatuated with him, but she was still realistic and assumed things would just go back to normal. It was the prince who made a big hoopla and searched the entire kingdom for her so that they could marry. Plus, we don’t even know how much time passed between the glass slipper fitting and the wedding. They could’ve spent more time getting to know each other. Just because the movie cuts from the former scene to the latter does not mean it all actually happened that fast.

As for Ariel, she did give up her voice and left home for Eric, which is not the wisest course of actions. But her longing for the human world did not just revolve around him. She wanted to be human and on land before she even saw him. Part Of Your World was sung before a romantic storyline even began. Ariel wanted to be human because she did not quite fit in underwater, she was not like her other sisters or father. Ariel was adventurous and wanted to explore a land unlike her own. I think a lot of us can relate to that. It was her attachment to a particular human that finally cemented her resolve. Also, she was willing to meet Eric as a mermaid, we see this is in a scene where she encourages Flounder to go with her to the castle and splash around to get his attention so that she could talk to him. It was not until Triton destroyed her collection that Ariel became distraught, and although she shooed away Flotsam and Jetsam, they knew she was upset and desperate for a chance to achieve her dreams after what just happened.

I just had to get that all off my chest. Sure, the princess love story has been done many a time and a single princess is a nice change. But can we please not demean characters who do have love interests? Can we not oversimplify their stories to “oh, this character daydreams about prince charming” and “this character gives up everything for true love”? Because there are more to Disney princesses than their love stories. They all have positive traits and actions to recognize besides that. There is nothing inferior about falling in love. Romance is not something to “steer clear of”.

In conclusion, I understand the importance of showing women stories that let us all know that we don’t always need a significant other. And that young women around the ages of the Disney princesses do not have to worry about falling in love and have other things they can focus their attention on. But let’s not antagonize the concept of having a love interest. Before we know it, young women and little girls could be looking down at female characters or even each other for having a love and that is counterproductive. That is not pro-women, that is women vs women. It’s okay to be single and it’s also okay to be in a relationship.

Oh, and one last thing, if you liked this post, I’ve also made a post on why It’s Okay to be a Disney Princess - check it out, if you’re interested!

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57 + andreil?

from this list of prompts - please don’t send more!

The first time Neil meets Andrew, there isn’t any intention behind it. Or rather, there’s no intent to go out and meet new people. Neil doesn’t intend to catch someone’s eye and share a joke from across a room. And he definitely doesn’t intend to be rescued from his own drunk self by the same stranger.

Matt seems kind of alarmed to see Neil with a stranger - probably because Neil openly resisted getting to know Matt, the least threatening person in the world, probably, and now he’s in a decidedly angry-looking stranger’s lap on a curb. “Neil, I left you alone for five minutes, how did you make everything go wrong in that time?”

Neil doesn’t groan. He doesn’t. “Bad luck follows me?”

The blonde guy doesn’t laugh. Neil’s not sure he said anything. Neil really doesn’t know why he’s the one to follow Neil out of the bar when the world started spinning.

Matt laughs, a little. “Not entirely unlucky. You’ve made a friend?” Neil’s sure he’s sizing the other guy up, making sure he has no untoward intentions with Neil, but he doesn’t see it. All he sees is cement and surprisingly nice shoes (not his own). 

“Andrew,” the guy offers, not unkindly. In fact, there’s not much of anything in his tone.

“Right,” Matt says, sounding somehow unsure. “Well, thanks for helping Neil. He’s kind of a danger magnet. I should, uh, get him back home.” Matt’s voice is hesitant, and even through the fog in Neil’s mind, he knows why.

“It’s Dan’s night,” he protests weakly. “Go back in. I’m fine.”

“Neil,” Matt says, and his voice is as hard as it always gets when Neil lies. “You freak out when I pat your shoulder and you’re in this guy’s lap. Can you even stand up? Don’t- don’t try it, man.”

Neil tries it. The world shakes, and he ends up back in Andrew’s lap, with only the addition of a hand on his back that might be for stability or maybe just for ease. Andrew seems nonplussed by all of these events. Any other time, Neil would be full of questions for Andrew. Any less drunk, and he’d ask them. Maybe it’s good you met this way, some self-preservation instinct suggests, but Neil isn’t sure this state is good for anything.

“Dan won’t mind,” Matt says, and Neil knows he’s right. “It’s part of parenthood, eh?”

So Matt starts to pull Neil up, and wraps an arm securely around his waist despite the height difference. 

Neil was never really taught manners, but something sticks out anyway. He looks at Andrew with all the focus he can muster, trying to commit his face to memory, and says, “Thank you,” carefully. Andrew doesn’t respond, or maybe Neil just doesn’t notice, and then he’s gone.

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Lion Roars and Toxic Swirls

This is the second chapter which is again written by @teddyandgriffin and me. So here goes

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The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife, Lance could feel the angry glares directed at him. He tore his gaze away from the Black Lion to face them head on.


It was even worse with direct eye contact. Lance did his best not to flinch or hide behind Hunk, he was the…leader…now. He had to act like one. He had to stand strong in the face of adversary.


The anxiety was building in his stomach. That was, until, he heard a quiet snickers from just behind him. He turned, surprised someone could laugh in this situation and was even more surprised at seeing that it was pidge, he raised a questioning brow in her direction.


“ Maybe it’s Kaltenecker who’s the new black paladin. Can you imagine? The cow as the leader of Voltron” she laughed, Lance felt the tension in the room lessen slightly in response as everyone processed what Pidge had said.


Lance let out a breath of relief, thank quiznak for Pidge. He flicked his gaze across the room, hesitant as to what he should do…As his eyes settled on Coran he received an encouraging smile.


Lance nodded to himself, he’d dismiss the team for the day and call a meeting for tomorrow. That should work, they couldn’t expect too much of him after being this curveball, right? He paused.


Lance shook himself out of it, he had to be decisive, “Um, I think we could all use a breather for a bit? We could regroup after lunch maybe?” Mierda, that wasn’t how it was supposed to go.


But it seemed to be acceptable as Pidge and Hunk flashed him smiles and wandered off. Keith and Allura stormed out more than simply leaving.


Coran gave him a reassuring pat on the back before leaving him alone in the room with the Black Lion.


Lance gulped.


He still couldn’t quite understand why Black had chosen him out of everyone else, especially when more capable people like Allura and Keith were there too.


He stood there for a few minutes lost in his thoughts, until he shook himself out of his stupor and truly saw the imposing figure of the Black Lion a few feet away from him.


Slightly confused and fearful he took a few more steps towards Black, ready to attempt to connect with her, in order to bond. It didn’t feel quite right, and Lance felt himself glancing back at Blue.


Why did he have to be separated from her? Lance turned back, if he bonded with the Black Lion then they could get Shiro and Lance would get Blue.


Black’s barrier dropped as Lance took another step, and like that another presence seemed to seep its way into Lance’s consciousness.


But Blue’s didn’t leave.


The familiar feeling of Blue is what pushed him to take several long strides as he made his way to Black’s waiting open jaw. With a final pause Lance took a deep breath, and then he walked inside.



Keith and Allura faced each other in the training room, the displeasure clear on their faces.


Allura huffed, still angry at what had just happened in the hangers. Keith was not so quiet about his anger, “This is unbelievable, how could anyone, let alone the Black Lion, think Lance is better suited to lead Voltron? I mean you, I could understand but Lance, really?!”


Allura was quick to agree with Keith, “ I absolutely agree, surely the Black Lion must have made a mistake. There is no way Lance would have been chosen otherwise, as he’s the least qualified to lead.”


Keith and Allura thought momentarily about what could be done to keep Lance from leading Voltron to its untimely demise, until deciding, seemingly at the same time, that Lance must not be allowed to lead Voltron.


“If the others are blind to the damage Lance will cause as the head of Voltron, then we will have to keep Lance from truly leading ourselves” proclaimed Allura.



Lance felt Black surround him, her quintessence made him feel like he was in the eye of a hurricane. It was both familiar and alien, a part of him tugging at him to settle back into the warmth of Blue’s oceans.


He knew he would have to bond with the Black if he truly wanted to be able to form Voltron again. So he pushed the part that wanted Blue down, and continued further into the Black Lions head.


Finally, he reached the pilot’s seat. He hesitated, knowing that once he sat in this seat he would truly be the new leader of Voltron.


He took a deep breath and sat down.


A moment later Black was pushing him through space and time, Lance’s fears of not being good enough rushed through him as he remembered what Shiro had mentioned to Keith  that he’d overheard.


Black was going to fight for her. But Lance wasn’t as strong or smart as Shiro, he’d never win this.


Lance felt himself becoming frantic as Black settled down in a galaxy, he couldn’t imagine going against the brilliant paladins Black must’ve had in the past.


But as Lance stumbled out of her, his head twisting around anxiously, limbs flailing, there didn’t seem to be an opponent waiting to destroy him.


A soft purr caught Lance’s attention, he slowly turned to see the oddly comforting source of the noise. Lance nearly felt his heart jump out of his throat as he saw the Lions waiting for him.


With them in front of him he didn’t hesitate to run to them, to collapse amongst the multicoloured fur and let himself absorb a piece of each of their quintessences. Their purrs and encouraging words giving him strength.


He didn’t have to leave Blue behind as the Black Paladin, instead he merely found four new Lions to love.



Lance sat in the control room for a few hours after his moment with Black and the other Lions, he had to start making a plan, an outline of what was going to happen during his term as leader.


They needed to find Shiro, of course. But there was also the matter of strengthening bonds with the Blade of Marmora, finding Pidge’s older brother Matt and starting to cleanse the universe of the Galra.


And hopefully contact Earth.


Lance probably wouldn’t achieve everything before they rescued Shiro, but he had to try. Which meant he would need Pidge, a genius at strategy and technology, and Hunk, an amazing engineer.


There was also Coran who knew the most on intergalactic diplomacy, even though his information was a tad bit outdated. He’d be extremely helpful in reaching out to the Olkkari and other alien races who had promised to fight with Voltron.


Lance nodded to himself, he’d have to call them all down soon. Maybe he should give Allura and Keith some time to rest though, they didn’t seem to be very accepting of the Black Lion’s choice…


But she’d made it and now Lance had to do his best to make her proud.

The Dean

Author: @kpopfanfictrash as part of Bangtan University - a series of ongoing one shots with @eradikeats-writes 

Creative Content Contributors: @daegusoftboys  (her moodboards for the series are perfection)

Pairing: Reader / Seokjin

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 5,342

Summary: 

The very handsome dean of Bangtan University keeps coming into your bar. You know you should stay away - but then, that’s what everyone says before they fall.

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Little witch (Part 5)

Pairings: Peter x reader

Word count: 2569

Summary: The reader is raised by Hydra but manages to escape after they kill her parents. She is emotionally unstable and can’t control her powers. The Avengers rescue her and give her everything she missed form life and wanted to feel. But would her new found love be enough to extinguish her desire for revenge? What would be the side she would choose to rely on? Will she be ready to face the real her?

A/N: I am so sorry i am posting this so late. My apologizes for the mistakes you will probably find ♥ It’s my final week of school so i hope you understand why i am posting it so late and why your requests are taking so much time. Please tell me what your opinion about the story. And i am really interested what you think would happen. Please share it with me :3 Enjoy! 

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

Originally posted by kiingholland

“Up, down, backwards, kick. Again! Try to attack the unprotected zones! Good, now jump, kick, that’s right. Now-”, Steve’s commands were interrupted by the loud sound of someone being thrown badly on the floor.

“Ouch!”

“Are you okay?”, Steve asked the victim but didn’t give it a try to cover his smile.

“Yes, Captain. I am fine.”, Peter rose his thumbs and tried to stand up.

“I am sorry Pete but you weren’t paying enough attention. And I really wanted to punch you.”, (Y/N) stated as she gave a hand to Peter in order to help him to get on his feet.

“You are getting your ass beaten up by a girl. What a shame boy!”, Tony exclaimed. He had entered the training hall seconds before seeing how the little witch knocked down the spider-boy.

“You are a great fighter and I have no idea if I should be happy about it or not.”, the captain was observing (Y/N)’s technique since they began training. For a period of two weeks it was hard for him to predict what she was going to do. He had talked with Natasha after seeing how the girl beaten up the famous Black Widow but Nat was amazed by her movements as Steve, “Hydra had achieved their goals. You are better than Nat. Well, not as they probably wanted, but still.”

Hearing the name of the organization that took everything away from her, she almost fell again in the deep. Different feelings were surging in her. The girl clenched fists, took a deep breath and relaxed. After a month of training with Bruce and Wanda she was able to control her powers somehow. She was thought how to use her rage without letting it to overwhelm her body, mind, actions.

“What do you mean? She is amazing with cold weapons, Rogers.”, Tony exclaimed and walked down to them, “Let’s call her The Slicer!”, the man was too enthusiastic for the others to take him seriously.

“The Slicer? What a terrible name.”

“Take your word back captain or a new Civil War will erupt.”

“I like it. It makes me look dangerous.”

“You are a dangerous woman but I think it’s not for you.”, Peter expressed his opinion, “It’s for a coldhearted killer, while you are…”

“What am I Pete?”, (Y/N) came closer to the boy smirking and waited for his answer. She didn’t miss to spot the way he gulped nervously and rubbed the back of his neck with his left hand, “You are emitting nervousness. Why?”, the witch asked in a sweet and yet flirtatious voice, “Is it because of me?”

“I-um.”, another gulp, “No, yes, I mean…Argh!”, the boy covered his face and whispered something like ‘How can you be so desperately stupid?’

“Wait, why are you here?”, Steve suddenly asked Tony.

“Maybe because this building is all mine and I want to roam through it.”

The girl laughed, Steve gave an eye roll while Peter relaxed when the subject was changed and it took (Y/N)’s attention.

“Okay, okay. Stop that look! It makes me want to punch you in your perfect face.”. Tony stated and then continued, “I and Thor decided to throw a party so be ready in eight.”

“What?! A party ?! Why?”, Peter asked all of a sudden.

“Because my little kid you need to know how to have fun in your life. It’s not only the thick books you stuck your nose into.”, and with that the famous genius, billionaire, playboy and philanthropist man exited the room.

“Well we have like 5 hours until the party. Let’s continue working.”, (Y/N) suggested. It was her way to reduce the feelings inside her.  They were all going out and in the end of the exercises she felt much relaxed and calmed although her body was a little exhausted.

“Oh you continue. I am worn out so I will take a rest.”

“I thought you were a durable boy, Parker.”, the girl smirked as she saw the boy turning around immediately.

“I am!”

“But you got exhausted just from some slight punches.”, the witch came closer to the boy not breaking eye contact again.

“I might be not showing my full potential only because I don’t want to hurt you.”, at this time the teenagers were both smirking while Steve was looking with interest what was about to happen.

“Don’t spare me Spider-boy. Show me your super strength and you’ll see I can bear it.”

“If you are asking so politely. But don’t you dare complain after that your body is aching.”

“Oh, the sexual tense between the two of you has filled the whole room.”, Nat spoken. The witch and the spider-boy separated from each other looking away, “Don’t act as though you were shy. If it wasn’t in the training room someone would think you were about to break the bed.”

“Will you guys stop interrupting our training!?”, the girl asked in annoyance. The Avengers kept coming and if another one had showed up he could had possibly ended in the medical wing.

“Yeah, if you were actually training.”, (Y/N) gave the redhead an eye roll and waited for her answer. For one month she got used to all the teasing and jokes the heroes like to share between them, “You must spent less time with Wanda and Stark. However, I am here for the party. I assume Tony have told you so. Would you like to go with Wanda to buy a dress or something?”

“Shopping isn’t my thing and Will. Never. Be.”

“You were my only hope. Now I have to go to the shops.”, agent Romanoff looked like a small child whose mother just had told him she would not by him the toy he wanted.

“Sorry Nat. Oh, if you like something could you take it for me?”

“Yes, but you will owe me!”, Nat declared as she exited the room.

“That was a big mistake, (Y/N).”, the teenagers’ trainer for today stated out loud, “Anyone who have owed her something hasn’t ended good.”

“I will find a way to trick her.”, the girl gave a smile to the captain and the three of them continued working out. (Y/N) was without a doubt the best of them all, even the captain, but Peter managed to beat her five times which was a great success.

“Don’t hurt them!”, she screamed, “Mummy! Daddy! I am here! We will get out of here!”

“They can’t hear you.”

“What do you want from me?”

“Show me your powers. Revile them!”

“I-I can’t! Don’t you understand, I CAN’T!”, she shouted, tears rolling down her face. She didn’t want to lose them, not now.

“You don’t give us another option. Enjoy the show.”

Screams filled the room but this time an explosion didn’t happen. Instead the girl stayed in the room looking at her dead parents on the floor.

‘It’s your fault! It’s your fault! IT’S YOUR FAULT!’, the voices filled the small place she was locked into. They were shouting and screaming in agony.

“Please stop! Stop! I did what I could to save you!”, but with each word spoken the voices became louder and louder deadening the girl’s obeys,

“IT IS YOUR FAULT WE ARE DEAD!”, her parents’ voices kept screaming and filling the room while the girl crouched in the corner of the room whispering:

“Sorry, sorry, sorry! I did all I could”

“YOU ARE THE ONE WHO KILLED US! YOUR HANDS ARE COVERED IN OUR BLOOD, YOU FILTHY SPAWN!”

(Y/N) woke up from her nightmare breathing heavily. Since day one she kept dreaming the same thing every night. This time it wasn’t different. She continues seeing her parents dying and blaming her for it. At first she started believing them but after Wanda had seen her dream by accident everything changed. (Y/N) did her best to believe Wanda’s words that she wasn’t guilty, that Hydra had manipulated her in order to get what they wanted but something deep inside her was still feeling it was her fault. She had to be better and they could have lived till today.

The witch looked at the clock next to her bed. It was 6:30pm. She had an hour and half until the party. She stood up and went straight to the bathroom. The water was hot, slightly burning her skin but the girl didn’t minded. She liked it, the mist that caused her to breathe hard, the water that relaxed her body. (Y/N) wanted to stay there longer and to wash all the stress away but the time was flying. After brushing her teeth and putting underwear on she went back to her room. As she entered it someone did the same from the other door. With no surprise, it was Peter.

“(Y/N) are you- Oh mu gosh!”, as he entered in a hurry he fastened to spin around.

“Tell me, Parker…are your spider senses telling you when I am half or fully naked so you can enter in that moment?

“This time I knocked!”, the boy tried to protect himself, “You didn’t answer so I decided to check out what is going on.”

“Only to be sure I am okay?”

“I know it sounds stupid but I care about you and-”, and all of a sudden he shut up with eyes wide opened. (Y/N) blushed at his words but tried to cover it so he would not see it.

“I am flattered you wanna make sure I’m alright but I can handle myself, Parker.”, the girl gave Peter a smile.

“Yeah, okay, I will leave now.”

“No, wait!”

“What?”, the boy was surprised (Y/N) didn’t want him to leave after he saw her half naked for one god knew what time in a roll.

“I have problems with what to wear tonight. Would you stay and help me choose?”

This time both blushed and smiled. Peter accepted and closed the door. He sat on the bed looking at the beautiful girl in front of him. He scanned her body with only one look and gulped in nervousness. She was gorgeous and not only because of her appearance. The girl was a complex character. Once she was confident and sarcastic, other times shy and insecure, on training she was like a killing machine when training with Steve. At those times she scared him but he knew that she was just a broken porcelain doll that would never be repaired and look the same as before. But Peter wanted to be the strength holding all the pieces together. The one being her anchor, to help her get through all of this and to show she wasn’t alone. There was a person that cared and he wanted the girl to understand it. Peter wished to show her all the things she missed – the happiness, the games everyone plays as s child, the feelings of having a first love and the butterflies you feel in your stomach when you kiss, the moments when you cry from joy, laughing, bliss. He wanted not only to make her feel the good part of life but to feel all the things with her. The boy wanted to make this girl happy and to be the reason she was smiling. And when she smiled form heart at his jokes or stupidity he smiled too.  

On the other hand, as the boy was looking at (Y/N) with something like love she felt insecure. When he had entered the room she spoke from annoyance but now she finally understood she was just in her underwear in front of a boy she asked to stay and help her. The girl bit her lip and turned around facing the wardrobe. She opened it and hurried to take the first clothes that she saw. It happened to be simply jeans and tank top.

“Well, you look beautiful in them I have seen but they are too ordinary for the event.”

“What about this one?”, (Y/N) showed the boy a black skirt

“It might work but what would you put on top?”

The witch grabbed almost all of the clothes that were in the wardrobe and began dressing. Peter rejected the combinations thinking it wasn’t for the situation or that the clothes weren’t fitting right.

“It’s 7:45 and I still have no idea what to put on me!”, (Y/N) sat next to the boy and was about to cry. He tried to calm her down but no boy knows the feeling of having a full wardrobe and no clothes to wear. It was despairing. As Pete was about to say something someone knocked on the door. (Y/N) stood up and went to open it. There was Wanda holding three bags in her hands.

“This is for you. I am sorry I am bringing them so late but put them on and come downstairs with Peter. Don’t be late!”

(Y/N) was surprised when Wanda mentioned Peter but it was probably one of her powers that showed her the teenagers were both in the room.

The girl opened the bags. In the first one she found just the perfect outfit, in the second she found some jewelry and in the third one there was a suit for Peter.

“This one is for you.”, (Y/N) handed the boy his outfit.

“What? Really? Why would they buy a suit for me?”

“I don’t care. Go to the bathroom and put it on. I want to see in something different than jeans ash shirt or your spider suit.”

“Okay, okay. I am going! No need to rush me.”, the boy smiled as he entered the bathroom where he began changing. (Y/N) hurried to change too although she had nothing to be ashamed of. She spent an hour half naked in front of Peter…why was she now feeling insecure? However the girl put the clothes on and looked at the mirror. She was wearing a black tight skirt that ended some centimeters above her knees. The top was short, simple and shower the upper part of her stomach. The way it outlined her curves made the girl look at herself from another angle. For the first time in her life she felt beautiful just because of some clothes. As she finished putting the necklace on, Peter came in the room in his suit. He was trying to put his tie on but with no result.  

“Will you help me?”, Peter asked innocently.

“Yeah.”, (Y/N) murmured after some seconds as she took some time to observe him, “But I don’t think it is necessary.”, as she came closer she took the tie away and removed the black top of the suit. Now he was standing only in his trousers and white shirt that had the top buttons undone.

“You look hot.” , they both looked at each other with wide eyes. Thanks God, she said only this not how she wanted to kiss him right now and bury her hands in his messy hair.

“Thanks.”, Peter smirked as he took his time to observe the girl in front of him, “But I am afraid you are overshadowing me. You are just stunning in this outfit.”, the girl smiled brightly and looked at Peter who was grinning too, “Shall we?”, her offered his hand.

“Let’s go to the party.”, the witch took his hand and they both went downstairs where they could hear the loud music and people talking.

Part 6

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Hasty Decisions

Dean Winchester x Reader

1600 Words (sorry, this was supposed to be a drabble.)

Requested by @winchester-writes from the fluff/angst drabble prompt list. She picked #59: “Don’t you think you’ve done enough?” with Dean. 

HERE is the list of prompts picked from

HERE is the list of prompts completed (bottom of the list)

With gravel digging through your jeans, into your knees, you continued to kneel as tears poured down your cheeks, landing in the dust covered rocks. Your back ached from leaned forward for so long, but that didn’t matter. None of the pain you felt right now mattered.

Your lungs still ached for breath, your breath caught on a sob. It was torture, and you didn’t care. All that mattered was the scene that still haunted your vision, and the heartache that went with it.

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