As a YOI fandom grandparent, I felt it was my duty to write out all the fandom explosions for the newer fans who weren’t there to witness the big bang and gradual week-by-week creation of this universe. All the arguments, people blowing things out of proportion, blaming characters, death theories, awesome fans clearing up miscommunications, YOI breaking the internet…
This isn’t a post to call out specific people on their arguments and theories - I’ll stay respectfully away from restarting flames and picking fights, thankyouverymuch. Rather, this is an overview of the topics and conflicting views that swept across hundreds and thousands of people and prompted strong reactions. I’m doing this now, because I know that 6 months later, 1 year later, 3 years later, etc. there will be new fans who will have many of the same exact arguments.
We’ve been there and done that.
I see fans now who say things without knowing where the spelling/quote comes from, or who don’t realize how much has changed, or don’t know why there are certain perceptions of characters. So here’s a little bit of passing down history.
I also don’t want to forget the crazy ride this was. Laugh with me at the silly theories; smile with me at how deeply YOI has impacted our lives.
For those of us old-timers, let’s take a trip down memory lane. Remember when…
—————- (Large arguments will be italicized or bold. Special thanks to @sachiro for reminding me of a bunch of stuff I missed, and looking over the draft in its various stages of being written and edited.)
Idea that there would be a love triangle (Yuri P.–Yuri K.–Victor)
Some fans started spelling Yuri Katsuki with two “u” in order to tell them apart.
Victuri ship name created for Victor x Yuri K. (in a comment to the PV)
“lol ‘Yuri’ on Ice? Where are all the lesbians?”
“When it said Yuri on Ice, I thought we would get girls. Y’know what I mean?”
“Yuri on Ice? More like Yaoi on Ice! amiright?”
J.J. misspelling (English spelling “Jean Jack” instead of French Canadian “Jean-Jacques”)
you can see the remnants of this in the audience banners during the episodes, but it was corrected to “Jean-Jacques” on the official website and the in-show text
Phichit x Seung-gil ship created (there was more art for this than for Victor x Yuuri)
Victor vs. Viktor spelling arguments
Although “Victor” is the official spelling and seen in-show, people argued that the creators are wrong and that we fans know better than them about Russian culture - thus the “Viktor” spelling was born.
People argued back that spelling is subjective and you can spell a name multiple ways and still be correct - thus transliterating his Russian name into English as “Victor” would be just as acceptable.
The YOI wiki held fast for a time on using official spellings and information from the official website, but the transition of power led to a new team that started using agreed-upon info rather than solely using official info. “Viktor” replaced “Victor” on the website.
this change from “Victor” to “Viktor” on the wiki happened around episode 2~3, but the arguments were in the page comments since episode 1 – with moderators explaining their reasoning with sticking to official sources.
Victor is a flirtatious over-the-top character who will seduce Yuuri
Victor is the overwhelming seme and Yuuri is the shy whimpering uke.
The Issue of Being a Freelance Artist (When working with non-designers): A story by Sean Williams (and future reference for other artists)
Hey guys, looks like its story time… I’m going to vent to you guys about something that just happened to me today, and hopefully you guys can reblog it so that we as artists, can try to avoid this from happening in the future.
For the last month or so I’ve been working on a freelance project for a woman who plans on running a blog about going to College. Throughout this process, I’ve worked with her step by step, going through designs, drafts, re-drafts and etc. After turning in the final design yesterday and being in agreement that the design was good, and that payment should be finalized; she sent me an email stating this:
“I ran the design by a couple of people affiliated with by blog, and I am going to have to ask you to redo it. It’s just not what we were looking for. I’m not a design person at all and I wanted it done, so I settled on it. But this has to be done right”
“Okay, fine” I thought. Sometimes things don’t work out, and designs need to be redone. I was fine with this, and I have absolutely no problem working with a client to make sure that they’re happy; but something about her wording stuck a chord…. She settled. And for reference: THIS is what she said yesterday- BEFORE the email today stating: “This has to be done right”
FUN FACT: I had gone in a completely different direction before coming up with the design I sent yesterday, but after HOURS of working on it and checking in with her (with her telling me she loved the way it looked) –
–I was asked to redo it.
She told me to redo it. A DAY BEFORE IT WAS DUE. Which I did (The design I turned in yesterday). But I digress..
Icontinued reading through the email:
“If you are not able or willing to take this on, then we can just cut our ties here. If you would like to finish the project in a time sensitive manner and be paid the other 50$ and be featured, then please get me a new design by today.”
At this point, I’d been working with her for a little over a month, (I’m a full-time student, and I work the maximum number of hours that I’m allowed to work on campus, on top of that I’m the president of an animation organization on campus, so suffice to say, I’m busy) and she had a deadline for the project, so there was a part of me that could understand her urgency. We had decided on $100. Half up front and half after I had finished. But now something else had stuck with me: “Please get me a new design by today”
What? Are you kidding me? a NEW design? We had been working together for over a month, and I had worked based on what she wanted, and now she wanted a COMPLETELY new design by the end of the day. A day, I might add that I don’t have free because I have work and then other school-related obligations that I need to fulfill… That would mean sketches to generate more ideas, having to confer with her on the design, THEN actually implementing the design, and having to clean it all up, with 1.) No direction (because the way I designed it previously was obviously all wrong), and 2.) By the end of the day.
This had to be done right, and after all of that working and reworking, I was STILL looking to try to be as helpful and professional as possible. So of course, I was considering starting from scratch and coming up with a THIRD finalized design, until I read the rest of the email… HERE’S THE KICKER: I can’t even make this shit up.
“A few things to keep in mind. 1. I am a professional. I’m an adult, this is my business. I want it clean, simple and streamlined”.
In my head I thought: “You’re joking. You’re going to tell me these things like I’m a child? First of all, I may be a student, but I’m a working adult, I take care of my schoolwork, I pay rent, I pay a car note, I’m ENGAGED, AND take care of a pet Ferret. Beyond that, not only have I worked on this project with you step, by step, but I’ve done COUNTLESS drafts and ON TOP OF THAT, you’ve told me multiple times that the design is perfect for what you’re looking for”…
Are you fucking kidding me. This woman thought it was okay to send me: A designer; this “HELPFUL” link. About tips. FOR NON DESIGNERS. WHEN SHE HERSELF IS NOT A DESIGNER. After this I was LIVID. But I kept my composure and kept reading:
“Ask me questions, read the blog, treat me as if I’m a real client. Let me know your thoughts on this.”
I almost couldn’t contain myself. For a month I’ve done sketches, layouts, and etc… I’d worked with you step by step, following her instructions for the design, FOR EACH ITERATION OF THE DESIGN and I had tailored each of my changes exactly to her specifications. Beyond that I’d read and re-read over the blog multiple times in an effort to come up with a design that would best display her intentions. I was so upset after reading her email that I literally just closed my phone and walked around for a few minutes to clear my head.
After much consideration, I decided to do what she herself had suggested and cut our ties. And I did it in what I feel was the most respectful way that I could while still maintaining my dignity. I sent her a message stating that I’m sorry that things didn’t work out, but that I could tell that she clearly didn’t respect me as an artist, and that I thought it best if we didn’t continue working together. I wished her good luck in finding a designer that could suit her needs, and I went about my day.
Although this situation didn’t end the way that I had expected it to when we began working together, I’ve learned some things, and I wanted to share my story with you all as a way to help raise awareness for things like this:
-VALUE YOUR ART. -VALUE YOUR TIME. -VALUE THE CLIENT BUT DO NOT LET THEM STEP ALL OVER YOU
There are non designers who will commission you and be happy that you created something for them, and there are those that will NEVER be satisfied with what you give them. See the warning signs and DO NOT work with people who are going to be difficult for the sake of being difficult.
I’ve worked with more than a few people who don’t appreciate the amount of passion and hard work that goes into art, and it draining, frustrating and its just not worth it.
Another thing that I learned is please please please DO NOT SELL YOURSELF SHORT.
The project that I was working on wasn’t worth $100. And after the second draft it was even worth doing for $200. I understand being a student and needing money, but I’d rather work for free on something that I love than work for pennies on something that I hate.
Don’t take a project just because it pays. AND PLEASE DO NOT TRY TO UNDERCUT YOURSELF BECAUSE YOU’RE A STUDENT OR BECAUSE YOU DON’T FEEL THAT YOU’RE A “PROFESSIONAL” YET.
I have friends in the animation industry who STILL don’t feel like they’re necessarily “Professionals”
KNOW YOUR WORTH. And never ever EVER Let anyone tell you what you’re worth. Especially if they don’t know or respect just how much work and time goes into making the beautiful things that you all make.
I think that’s about it. Thanks for putting up with yet another long rant about me trying to navigate my life as an artist!
(also… completely unrelated: If you’re an artist reading this, let me know! I’d love to follow you and I hope you do the same!)
Hi! Could I get a Jughead x Reader imagine where the reader and Jughead are best friends, but the reader has feelings for Jughead but doesn’t tell him. One day she goes “undercover” to get info about Jason’s death for Jughead and he sees her undercover and realizes he has feelings for her, and then there’s some rated T action and fluff between them? Thanks!
I kinda twisted the meaning of it but it lead to *high pitched screaming*
Being best friends with Jughead Jones isn’t the easiest thing in the world. He’s not the friendliest person to begin with, but some can easily look past that, like yourself. You and Jughead had been close every since you could remember, but the summer before Sophomore year changed things. Jughead became more reclusive and less in touch with you. It all happened after Jason Blossoms’ death. The day before school started up again, you invited yourself over to his house. Needless to say, Jughead was surprised.
“Y/N?” He asked, the bags under his eyes telling you he must’ve just woken up. Despite the normal summer heat, he was wearing a loose sweater and sweatpants. Just seeing him again, after so long, made your heart flutter. You quickly pushed it down and regained your angry composure. “I haven’t seen you in months, Jug!” You said, obviously breaking him out of his tired state. He quickly pulled you inside his house, and you accidently bumped into his chest. It was so tempting to hug him, but you fought the urge and watched as he closed the door behind you. When he faced you, you saw how intense his gaze was. “I’m sorry about that, Y/N, I am.” He said, his tone serious. “I’ve been working on something,” he said as he walked past you, beckoning you to follow him. He lead you to his room then to his desk where an open laptop rested. Pages of text cluttered the screen and just by skimming through the document the words ‘Summer’, ‘Jason Blossom’, and ‘presumed dead’ caught your eye. You turned to face Jughead who stood, unmoving, next to you. “This is what you were doing?” You asked, turning back to study the words he had typed.
“Yeah, ever since I heard he was missing.” He muttered, but you couldn’t help but be amazed by your friend. His drive and dedication to his writing was eye-opening. You faced him once more with a grin on your features. “Do you need help?”
my professor (lovely man, married to our TA, 5'2", about as intimidating as a muffin) is a dendrologist by trade, so he studies trees. it was about three hours into our social sciences course, last lecture before exams, everyone was frazzled and exhausted, so he told us about his most exciting/in-depth research to date to cheer us up.
(the few of us who actually showed up were like “ok sir im sure its fascinating” but in our minds we were totally like its trees what. is. exciting. about trees. You might be wondering the same thing - the acorns? the leaves? the roots? BUT NO. IMMA FUCKIN TELL YA.)
ANYWAY we settle in, he had a few pictures loaded up from his field work (we were chuckling at this point…. ‘hehehe field work’ i giggled to my frend. its trees.) and began to tell his tale. it’s long, imma warn you, but……. god. just read it.
theres an species of tree called the cucumber tree (Magnolia acuminata, if ya wanna get all Latin-y). its super endangered, in our region there’s only ~280 that are registered by the government, yadda yadda yadda. my prof thought that was tragic (i know) but also strange, because when he was writing his thesis about local trees years ago, he kept coming across cucumber trees in really random places. we’re talking like backyards, independently-owned nurseries, etc. WHICH IS IMPOSSIBLE because, according to tree law (i know) it is very strictly protected by the government, and thus super “illegal to possess, transport, collect, buy or sell any part of a living or dead member of a listed species if it originates from wild sources.” essentially, the govt takes control over growing the trees and anyone who independently raises them is breaking the law (i know)
so he’d ask people “do you have a permit for these trees?” and they were like “uh no, it’s just a tree someone sold me, i think it looks nice, are you gonna arrest me?” so he’d be like “nah nah nah just tell me who sold it to you”
eventually, months/years later, someone did, and turns out it was like this underground sort-of illegal tree dealing club (i know). so my prof went, got a bit of funding from the government, who were getting pissed at independent cucumber tree numbers, and THIS IS WHERE IT GETS INTO THE GOOD SHIT I STG.
he infiltrates the tree trafficking organization. he buys a cucumber tree from an independent nursery, raises it for months, ensures he gets noticed by the traffickers, and then INFILTRATES it and convinces its leader to LET HIM JOIN. he has to pay like a steep entrance fee, which he does (and it blows my mind that the government of my country paid money to illegal tree dealers), but then he is given full access to records and maps because they think he’s one of them, not a SECRET AGENT.
now this part blows my mind because the tree lords don’t even have to try very hard to find cucumber trees because government agents MARK THE TREES AND DISTINCTLY TAG THEM SAYING THIS IS ENDANGERED DO NOT TOUCH. so, ya know…………. it’s a bit obvious. my prof hangs out with the members so much that he figures out their “hit spots”. these are where the trees are relatively secluded and unguarded. (he writes all this shit and numbers down for his research.)
BUT THATS NOT ENOUGH BECAUSE THE GOVT SAYS HES WASTING THEIR FUNDING IF HE DOESNT HAVE PROOF and they are willing to take LEGAL ACTION for misuse of funding (my prof doesn’t have the money nore time nor power to take them to court, which would also blow his cover). so my prof literally STAKES OUT a copse of cucumber trees at a recognized wildlife reserve for. DAYS. he camps there, and watches the trees, is about to give up, he’s going off an unreliable rumor from the traffickers that a harvester would be going there within the next week. finally, this guy comes and takes the cucumber tree seeds from the CLEARLY MARKED trees by the government, and my prof takes pictures (we are shown these pictures, most of us are speechless at this point). dozens of candid shots of a man my grandpa’s age with a grocery store bag, garden shears, and a ladder, clipping away the illegal seeds and then going on his merry fucking way.
so my prof has the proof, he’s been undercover for months now at this point, he writes up his report, gives it to the government who is like…….. “oh shit”, helps them draft up a new LESS COMPLETELY FUCKING OBVIOUS way of marking endangered trees (so that way non-tree-lovers wouldn’t damage them further, etc.), and then never returns to the tree traffickers. he’d given them a fake name, address, everything….. he disappears.
…there was a full minute of stunned silence from us students at this point, during which he grew more and more nervous (again, he’s a muffin) and all of us students are just like……. “whoa.” we asked him what happened to the remaining illegal cucumber trees & if he turned the tree dealers in to the government, and that is when he smiles a little bit and shows us the last few pictures. because here’s the kicker… he never turned the smugglers in. he burned all the data he collected, defied the government pressuring him to turn them in, and the only reason he’s not incarcerated is because his work is so prominent in certain circles now & universities love him, that there would be an uproar if he got arrested. he’s like a fucking anti-hero and then he tells us (i’ll never forget, it’s the most inspirational green-thumb thing in the world) “it may be 'illegal’, but those who risk their liberty to ~save the world~ should never be reprimanded, no matter what those in power say.”
we are all stunned. some of us are considering dendrology as a field we’d now be interested in pursuing. he clicks his slide one final time, before we leave our last lecture and, since he had an asthma attack (lil muffin) he didn’t attend our exam, so i never see him again…………
and there, on the slides, the last picture? THERE HE IS. in his own backyard. with his equally lovely TA wife. both grinning innocently, standing underneath a……. FUCKING. FULL GROWN. ILLEGAL. CUCUMBER TREE.
51) A jikook compilation wouldn’t be a compilation without THE back hugs.
Hands on waist…
Chin on shoulder…
52) Not long after Jimin tweeted a pic of ramen, Jungkook indirectly replied to him by posting FOUR selcas of him along with a message telling him his ramen looked bland. idk about you but i found this interaction cute.
53) The artistic couple.The muscle pig and manggaetteok drawings that were featured in Snow App. They even drew the chicken drawings on the menu at Isac. I can imagine them sitting and drawing random things together. ㅠㅠ
54) Jimin posted not one but three videos on Jungkook’s birthday, which means he wished Jungkook three times on SNS and made my head spin thrice.
55) Jimin and Jungkook took photos of each other sleeping.
56) When Jungkook thought there was no camera around when they were rounding the corner so he went up to Jimin and slid his hand around his waist. Little did he know they got caught on camera. I’d like to thank Yoongi’s vj for this awesome footage.
57) The many times Jimin has summoned Jungkook for Armys. In simpler words, Jungkook always tweets something after Jimin, and we all know how seldom he appears on Twitter.
58) “hyung has cute toes” Okay but like who lingers around his friend’s photo shoot and randomly blurts out that he has cute..toes????
59) The look! Jungkook’s expression when he’s feeding Jimin earns him a spot on this list haha. Tbh They’re kinda like eyefucking eo when jimin’s being fed. look at Jimin’s eyes.Apart from that I like how Jungkook fed him.
61) How can I miss this? Jikook in Japan..this one has a special place in my
heart. Back in 2016, it had been just a casual
discussion between me and my friends
on kakao. Never thought jikook would continue displaying PDA every single time they go to Japan. What’s more when they have very strict no-camera policy during concerts.
62) The amount of heart eyes they shoot at each other.
63) When they had a dinner date in the dorm to promote Mala Hot Chicken. What baffled me was that Jungkook mentioned beforehand he wanted to sleep but he still accompanied Jimin. I’m soft.
64) Jimin has made it very apparent, truly obvious that he likes jungkook. Whether it’s liking him as a dongsaeng, or just someone he’s extremely comfortable with, Jimin always, without failing, reminds us who he dotes on. “Why do I like you so much?” Lately, I’ve been crazy because I like Jungkook so much. I think of this as a start of something beautiful, and I am so glad Jimin didn’t even hesitate in expressing his feelings towards the maknae. I think this might have helped jungkook unwind. Look at jungkook now. That’s some character development right there :)
65) Massage. Quoted line from AHL mentor, Tony Jones “They are very touchy feely and to them, it’s nothing. I’d walk into the room and Suga’s massaging V’s neck or Jimin’s giving Jungkook an intimate back massage..”
66) When Jungkook bent down so he would get closer to Jimin and put the rein-kook headband on Jimin’s head. They’re separated a lot of times during fansigns but somehow they managed to get tgt at the end.
67) When Jungkook blows a kiss, then turns to Jimin whose lips are puckered and does the same to him, using the same fingers he used earlier. Okay I’ve been meaning to say this. Realistically speaking, if you pucker your lips and you put your fingers on them, wouldn’t your saliva stick to your fingers? I’m not trying to imply anything here, just genuinely asking haha. 140529 Ameba Studio
68) When a webtoon artist gave Jimin two dolls, but Jimin decided to give one to Jungkook. She even posted a webtoon of them. To be honest who wouldn’t?
69) *screams to the people in the back* ALL-NIGHTER FRIENDS!!! As written by the man himself, “ALL the time, it’s just the two of us doing something at night. I don’t know what we do”
70) Jungkook scribbling hearts all over Jimin’s birthday drawing. He’s one whipped man.
71) Just other instances Jungkook and Jimin flirting on stage.
//gif above isn’t mine//
72) When Jimin and Jungkook chose each other when asked “if you were a girl, who would you date?”
73) The shocking fact that Jungkook demanded an apartment from Jimin as a graduation gift. Like, apartment? of all things? What kind of domesticity is this?
74) The way Jungkook takes care of Jimin even though he’s the younger one, and how Jimin is there when he’s the one seeking comfort.
75) I will never forget the Gayo Back hug, ever. I’ve mentioned back hug somewhere above, but this is different.This deserves a point of its own.
76) When Jimin took off one of his rings at the airport and gave it to jungkook.
77) When Jungkook stopped in front of Jimin during his part in For You at Osaka concert, and kind of directed the lyrics for Jimin. Jimin just couldn’t stop smiling afterward :((( The lyrics are: It smells like you The road that I walk on I plug my earphone to my status My true feelings lie beyond there
78) When Jimin and Jungkook steered away from the bunch and instead opted for some alone on the cruise. people say you smile the brightest when you’re with someone you love, yes?
79) The fact that Jimin wanted to become napa cabbage after seeing Kook dressed up as a bunny, so he could eat him, albeit choosing to be cheese initially. What even is that statement lol 👣
80) The morph of their dynamic. I kind of miss their old moments, when Jimin was bolder, more carefree, and Jungkook seemed to be too shy to reciprocate. (on camera). Now they have matured. They have grown up well. A wave of nostalgia sweeps over me. The transition of their relationship is extremely beautiful.
81) When Jimin became Jungkook’s makeup artist for a day, hovering around the set, even drawing a pic of a bird that’s used as a prop later.
82) their size difference might be exaggerated at times, but you really can’t deny that it is cute, even if it’s not much.
83) When Jungkook changed the lyrics in Spring Day to Jimin. Like a small piece // Of Jimin // That floats in the air
84) When Jungkook showed to the world what a sweet boyfriend he is,making jimin laugh, sitting him on his lap, hugging him on his birthday. Sweet sweet jungkookie.
85) Let’s state the obvious- 21CG choreos!!! i love how they evolved, just like their remarkable, legendary nmd lift.
86) Their sensual dance covers.
87) When Jungkook guides and encourages Jimin during games/missions.
88) The many times Jimin has been spotted wearing Jungkook’s clothes, despite the well-known fact that Jungkook doesn’t share clothes. Newsflash: Jungkook wears Jimin’s too!
89) We know Jungkook knows Jimin like the back of his hand, but that doesn’t mean that Jimin knows any less. I think they spend time together way too much.👣
90) How often the word “JIMIN” trips off Jungkook’s tongue- this what fascinates me the most. At one time he even mistook Jin for Jimin.
91) Jimin’s eagerness to kiss Jungkook for his Coming of Age, being the first one to hold out a hand for a game of Rock Paper Scissors. Bon Voyage season 1
92) When Jimin waited over an hour for Kook to finish filming BTS Flower Boy mini drama, even though he’d finished his part. Jimin couldn’t even stay mad at him for not telling, like how fond is he?
93) The fact that Jungkook is more than comfortable speaking in banmal with Jimin.He once said in Idol Party that he prefers talking in jeondaetmal (polite language) with his hyungs but look at the amount of times he’s dropped the honorific and called Jimin by his name. uhm, let’s talk about treating the other as equals?
94) Jimin and Jungkook, the human embodiment of Piske Usagi.
95) When Jungkook’s bro drew Jungkook as Muzi and Jimin as Con, the inseparable duo on Kakao. Bro knows. 👣
96) In Kkul FM 2016, When Jungkook and Jimin nearly intertwined their fingers . Scoffs bh seemed to think it’s okay to abruptly cut off their scene. What intrigues me most is that they weren’t even looking but their hands still somehow managed to find their way around. Also other instances they hold hands. I love how Jungkook’s slightly bigger hands envelop Jimin’s smaller ones. *Jimin’s pinky tho!*
97) How they’re destined to meet. The fact that they’re both from Busan, have matching moles, Jungkook’s bro named Junghyun and Jimin’s bro named Jihyun..imagine what would’ve happened had Jimin not been the last one to enter Bangtan.
98) When Jimin said he’d be looking at the ocean with Jungkook but Jungkook straight up rejected him and chose to go on a trip with his bro instead. It was quite a strong statement but a moment later Jungkook proved it wrong by reaching out and squeezing Jimin’s hand underneath the table, kinda like a reassurance that it’s all part of a joke. He cares. He truly does.
99) During Jin’s birthday prank at MAMA, these two couldn’t keep their hands off each other. The moment they entered the bathroom, they almost shut everything out-talking to themselves, picking on the cake- until the members gave them the signal to stop w/e they’re doing. Months later Mama kindly revealed another footage, this time consisting of just them, in the bathroom, jungkook right in the middle of buttoning up his jacket, wearing nothing underneath. How was I supposed to sit still?
100) When Jungkook and Jimin take skinship to a whole new level, or simply put, the times Jikook makes us question the real intention behind their acts and excessive skinship.
101) Last but not least, Perhaps my all time favorite moment- When Jungkook was caught observing Jimin’s every move, literally had his eyes only on him.
(Mark 1:17 onward)
I super love this video bc the song chosen matched so well with the situation- like they wanted to reach out but couldn’t so they stayed put, could only observe the other from far…
and that’s it! thank you, you made it to the bottom of this post! In short, everything about jikook makes me feel content. I had thought of doing more but despite my brain literally screaming at me “Include this! You forgot this!”, I had to stick to 101. Anyway, I hope this mends your longing hearts. Have a lovely day! Thank you for reading!
Bonus because I have to:
when the members revealed on BTS KKul FM 2017 that Jungkook bought a birthday present only for Jimin.Am I your favorite hyung?
When Jungkook, the youngest in the group, called Jimin who is 2 years older than him a baby. 애기야가자 !
When Grantaire asks Enjolras out, he almost says no.
He doesn’t want to date Grantaire. Grantaire is antagonistic, apathetic, annoying, infuriatingly intelligent and nothing that Enjolras is romantically attracted to.
But Grantaire looked up at him with nervous eyes and Enjolras had wanted to go to that exhibit, and Courfeyrac had said he should try to fight with Grantaire less and it’s only one date, what’s the worst that could happen? It will be awkward then they’ll both forget about it.
Then the date is wonderful. Awkward at first, but they begin to talk about art programs in underfunded schools and they talk and talk and end up at a cafe, eyes wide and bright, listening to each other, trying to understand that other not just dismiss what the other says out of habit. They don’t fight, and when Grantaire quietly asks for a second date at the end of the night Enjolras doesn’t even think about finding a reason to say no.
So it goes week after week, date after date, and at some point they end up holding hands every time they are together, lips pressed to cheeks in greeting and goodbye.
It’s not something Enjolras particularly wants or needs but it is nice, he doesn’t mind. When Grantaire calls him his boyfriend, Enjolras likes the title, even if he doesn’t feel like Grantaire’s boyfriend. Grantaire is still antagonistic, apathetic, annoying, infuriatingly intelligent and nothing that Enjolras is attracted to. He doesn’t want to write sonnets about Grantaire eyes, or that curl right behind his ear, or buy Grantaire flowers.
But Enjolras still wants to go places with Grantaire, and hold his hand, and hear what he has to say about the world. And that’s enough.
And then Grantaire has a dance recital– he comes to ABC meetings right after rehearsal, still in leggings and a loose shirt, smelling like stale sweat, a smile on his face; “today we finally perfected that last pass, it should be ready for Friday, I hope you all can come–”
Enjolras goes home avoiding Combeferre, Jehan, Joly eyes filled with concern, “no I’m fine just a little tired.” Avoids Grantaire, “yes, of course, I’ll be there on Friday, I just need to go home right now.”
And then he’s alone at home and he thinks about the smile Grantaire had, the way the skin around his eyes crinkled, the way he almost hit Bosset showing how he lifts his partner and how his shirt rode up and
His first reaction is to call Combeferre, call Courfeyrac, but this is something that they can’t help with. This is him and Grantaire. He needs figure this out by himself.
Enjolras sits and he writes. He writes down every single thing about Grantaire, pinning him to paper, no detail left unnoticed, no virtue or vice dismissed. He sits and he writes for hours, turning over the man who had crept into his life without notice.
Finally, at two in the morning, he puts his pen down, leans back and thinks aloud ‘I have a crush on Grantaire’
and chaste, firm, upright, hard, candid, terrible Enjolras, blushes and—
‘I have a crush on Grantaire,’
He picks up the phone and calls him because Enjolras doesn’t waste time or emotion and—
—and Grantaire had, at some point, without him noticing, become the most contacted, most thought about, most important person in his life.
and Grantaire sounds so concerned fuck, Enjolras still hasn’t explained why he left the meeting like that, why he was acting so oddly and it can wait because right now the most important thing is
“Grantaire I have a crush on you”
“Enjolras our year anniversary is coming up in 2 weeks what do you mean you have a crush on me?”
Note: Cat!Hybrid Yoongi 💕 😼 You can read the first part HERE and the second part HERE. Thank you for being so patient with me posting all those tiny spoilers ages ago which weren’t really spoilers but just me getting ideas out. POV shifting, clichés, and ridiculous, unrealistic word porn ahoy. I’m guilty of doing that thing where I neglect exposition in favor of smut because I’m tired and this has been SITTING in a drafted state since literally 2016 while it’s fkcinf August 2017. Also I typed this 99% on mobile so I’ll edit formatting later.
The specialiest thanks to @joondaily and @94hixtape for reading through everything and giving me amazing feedback.
Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Genre: smut, hybrid au Warnings: graphic sexual content (fantasizing, masturbation, oral, penetrative - dear lord holy hell), hybrid smut Word Count: 10k (over ten thousand fucking words) Rating: X, for eXtra graphic (MA/NC-17)
Yoongi doesn’t get to finish his sentence or his thought because you tilt your head up to lick at the thin stream of milk that runs down his neck. Your tongue meets the soft skin covering his adams apple, and you move up towards his chin. You have officially lost your goddamn mind.
Shura absolutely adores cats and is a very proud self-proclaimed cat person. He thinks Yurio’s cat magnetism is the best magic in the world. Unfortunately, he did not inherit it, which leads to much heartbreak for his poor glass heart, which he did inherit from his mother…
take a look under here, where deprivation turns into decay i’ve stood under this rain, felt it seep into my brain i’ve shut my eyes and crawled around this mud i’m scared of growin’ old, i shiver when I’m cold don’t you think I bleed the same blood?
Okay, so after reading @sir-scandalous ‘s Abuse AU (or something like that, I believe?) I have feelings and thought god dammit, so lets get down to it. I’ve mixed it with an AU I’ve been drafting for a fic as well, which is Mute!Lance/Highschooler!Lance and Cafe owner!Shiro. (Lance is 17, Shiro is 19)
Lance has an abusive father with anger issues, and at the age of 9, Lance suffered severe damage to his vocal chords after a bad bout with his father strangling him. So he is no longer able to talk, which makes it even worse for him because he can no longer voice for help when he needs to, which his father fully knows and abuses this fact.
Lance is taking the long way hope one day, wanting as much alone time to himself before facing whats at home, and he discovers a new cafe opened just several blocks away from his neighborhood. The big banner over it reading The Noir Lion, and the smell of freshly baked blueberry muffins made his stomach growl painfully.So, he decides to head in and take a seat at a semi closed off booth area.
Because his other employees are busy cooking and tending to others, Shiro himself dusts himself off and grabs a black waiter apron to wrap around his waist to go and get Lance’s order. He asks the usual way and waits for an answer, to which Lance starts to get nervous and anxious over because damn, it was too crowded today and this handsome gentleman was expecting an answer and oh damn, his phone almost slipped from his fingers. Good job. Shiro notices the boys growing anxiety and holds out a hand, telling him to take it easy and go slow, with whatever he was doing. Lance nodded, smiling small, and took a deep breath, before typing out his reply on his phones notepad.
Shiro wondered why the boy couldn’t talk, but he wouldn’t pry, instead giving him a nod and gentle smile before going to get Lance a muffin and a cup of coco on the house because the boy looked so sad and stressed. So when Lance is about to leave he tries to pay for the coco too, but Shiro refuses it and tells him to come back anytime. Later on when Shiro goes to clean the table, he sees ten dollars, to which he simply pockets to save and give back.
This continues on for a whole month, Shiro learning of Lance’s inability to speak, and always saving Lance’s money he leaves behind rather then putting it in the register. Lance starts developing a crush on Shiro after two months and starting to actually flirt with gestures, brush of finger tips and cheesy as hell pick up lines on his phone. Shiro always makes time to sit with Lances on each of his visits now, and even invites him to a private back room where the employees go for lunch, when Lances come in overly stressed, breathing hard or crying. Lances never outright admits his abusive household, but Shiro already has strong suspicions, but doesn’t force anything yet.
Just imagine Lance, instead of going home right away, he goes to Shiro’s cafe and shows him his progress in grades and trophies in swimming and track competitions, and Shiro always smiling brightly and occasionally giving Lance a hug when the boy was ready for such contact.
Then imagine Lance’s father finding out where Lance has been going and getting upset at not knowing, so he goes over one time and publicly humiliates Lance in front of a half filled cafe and Shiro, but Shiro is having none of that and despite Lance’s dad being somewhat bigger than him, Shiro is still hella strong enough to grab the man by the arm and manhandle him out of there and away from Lance, defending his dignity all the while. Lance is in tears for both Shiro defending him and because he was now scared to go home. Shiro invites Lance to stay the night at his place, and until closing time teaches Lance how to make buttercream roses on cakes and how to make his favorite blueberry muffin as distraction.
Imagination Lane // “Imagine This” Scenario #2: Bill Skarsgard
(Warning: This is slightly long for an imagine scenario, but I couldn’t help but write this out. I’m also in a sappy Bill mood, and I needed this as soon as the idea struck me last night as I laid in bed trying to get to sleep. Shame on me lol.)
If you want to know what The First Fight Box is and what it entails, clickhere.
Imagine This:You and Bill have entered into your first serious argument as a married couple. A few months back, on your wedding day, you both created what you called “The First Fight Box,” and slipped letters inside for you both to read – when the time came.
Today, you both have agreed to a small cease-fire within your heated argument and decided to open the box…
Sorry these are so late, but here are notes from the Nashville event Tuesday night. Its kind of a jumbled mess, I typed as she spoke. ACOTAR at end.
Tower of Dawn is a parallel novel, completely line up with EOS Planned for this to be Yrene’s return Action, Romance, Shirtless scenes Little Raunchy Yrene is one of her favorite characters shes written Yrene is calm, strong, self confident, determined to do good in world. Sets up final book “People who spoil things are the devil” Ch. 3 find out Yrene is the one attempting to heal Chaol One of the best healers in the Torre Cesme Has a hatred for the empire Not happy has to heal Chaol, because empire killed her mother Has a stubborn streak Sarah tried best to get right and be respectful of disabilities Watched videos on how to get around with a wheelchair, take a bath, get on couch etc. As realistic as she could in a fantasy setting Chatted with people about experience in wheelchairs Explore Chaol’s emotional baggage, he is reluctant to talk about feelings, goes on a journey
Hardest thing about going on tour is leaving her dog. Her dog is a drama queen and runs her life
Wrote first draft of ToD in 5 days, eventually became 180000 words
Major shit happens that will impact final book, must read it. Wrote book on drugs for illness that made her super focused.
Story about healing and finding life again, wrote it when she needed to go through that journey as well. Her emotion was at that of Heir of Fire.
Calls pages bible pages, says she could go for a 500,000 word book for final ToG (not started on it yet)
Love (or Lust) at first sight when met husband Hardest question to ask Sarah is Spike or Angel
As much as she plans ahead, her characters take their own journeys, doesn’t force her characters on their own course They usually end up where she wants them Feels like magic to her, like this is happening in an alternate universe and she is just channeling it.
Acotar-Tog not part of her plans (“for now”) Sarah would make a better assassin than queen according to herself, other way around according to her husband. She makes her husband trap insects and release them, won’t let husband even kill gnats Love animals more than human beings Played soccer for 10 years, founder of varsity swim (worst in league) “When in doubt ladies just whine, dump extra curriculars and whine your way through it.” All these names are a joke, regrets Chaol’s name. One regret, dog dies in Throne of Glass Abraxos is inspired by 2 things, Ferdinand childrens book and her cousin’s dog Buddy which they saved from side of road and had been a bait dog to teach dogs how to fight. Tribute to Buddy Chapter about Abraxos would be him sniffing flowers, would chase bumblebees, think of Manon’s hair. (“The Wyvern and the Bee”)
Bad advice motivated her, teacher ranted about fantasy books weren’t real books Philip Pullman was a hack etc. Had a public livejournal that everyone read, she found out from a drunk girl Wrote in journal “I hope my teacher is crushed to death by a box of fantasy books.” A lot of people are going to tell you you cant do it, dont listen to them. If writing is what you love do it. It’s a long journey to get published, you have to bust your ass. Turn off the internet turn off your phone and write. The only person that will keep you from getting published is you.
Dad had heart attack over the summer, better now, he almost died, 5% survival rate, lost a month and half time of last ToG book writing.
Was scared dad wouldn’t see the end of ToG series. Dad said he wouldn’t recommend Tower of Dawn to people who have recently had a heart attack. Will have time now to not rush last ToG with new fall date.
Acotar Spinoff First of spinoff projects Novella meant to be read by everyone Structure of new books is different romantic pairing in each book with new and old characters Promise will not be as long as Tower of Dawn, around 60,000 words Full of Smut Overarching plot to spinoff books No set date for first full Acotar spinoff novel, but has 300 pages of first book written 2019 or 2020 for first full novel Novella takes place during Feyre’s birthday, cozy vibe and dark emotions, narrated by both.
This is the first draft, I might so a full rewrite of it eventually and post it on AO3, but for now have some Ironhawk fluffiness.
Tony Stark was a genius
practically from birth, put in the spotlight by both association and skill.
Nobody was surprised when the rich boy started sleeping around with college
kids years older than he was.
Tony remembers being 4
years old, circuit board grasped in tiny fingers. He remembers his father’s arm
around his shoulder.
He remembers being 6 an
engine on the counter, and his father’s hand on his shoulder, a smile on his
face. He remembers Jarvis, and a lot of hugs.
Then he remembers
boarding school. Remembers kids’ years older than him who only ever reached out
to remind him that he was weakest among them. He remembers teachers who sneered
when he corrected them.
He remembers Christmas
break and the first hug he’d had in months. He remembers every Christmas break
after that and the warmth of Jarvis arms.
He remembers Obie’s hand
on his shoulder the day his parents died. He remembers thinking that he would
never get a hug from Jarvis again.
He remembers having sex
for the first time, he didn’t know her name, heck he barely knew his own name.
But he remembered the feel of her skin against his.
He remembers the day he
realized people only touched him when they wanted something. With women it was
either sex or money, with Obie it was new weapons, and more professional
behavior. He remembers realizing that he didn’t particularly care what they
wanted if he got even a second of contact.
He remembers the day he
realized that Rhodey didn’t hug him with intent. He remembers the day Rhodey
shipped out for the first time.
He remembers a string of
one night stands and the feeling of flesh on flesh. The feeling of warmth.
He remembers the day he
returned from Afghanistan and realized that with the open vulnerability sitting
in his chest sex wasn’t an option anymore.
He remembers dancing
with Pepper. Remembers holding her in his arms. He remembers letting her go
when she asked him to.
He remembers killing
Obie, remembers knowing the man had tried to kill him. He remembers mourning
the side hugs, and encouraging pats on the shoulder.
He remembers the day the
Avengers agreed to move in.
are all of their rooms ready? The passive surveillance is all set up so they
don’t get uncomfortable? And Steve’s is all retro? Natasha has the memory foam
bed right? She said she liked memory foam. Do you think they’ll like it?”
Tony babbles, he hasn’t slept in three days, ever since they agreed to move in.
He had to get everything ready.
“Of course, Sir.
All of that has been completed. I am sure they will love it.” Jarvis
assures him. Tony nods, trying to settle, hands flying up to fix the mess his
hair has become. “Good, good, do I need to shave? I should shave.” He
heads for the elevator, fingers tracing over the messy ages of his beard.
“Sir, this is not a
date I do not believe shaving is necessary.” Jarvis cuts in, halting Tony
on his path to the elevator. “Also, your guests are here.”
Jarvis why didn’t you tell me? Take me down to the lobby to get them.” He
spends the elevator ride trying to fix his hair, it doesn’t seem to have done
“Hello Mr. Stark,
thank you for inviting us.” Steve says, hefting his duffle bag up on his
“It’s no problem,
and please Cap, call me Tony.” He says, gesturing for them to board the
“Still, nice of you
to open your home to us.” Natasha says, smiling at him. Her eyes are
searching though. Most likely for a motive.
“It’s not just my
home now, it’s yours too.” He says, shrugging. Natasha elbows Clint in the
least subtle way possible, and Tony watches, mildly impressed as he manages to
keep hold of his boxes.
“Oh yeah, thanks
dude.” Clint says, peeking out from behind a stack of boxes with Natasha’s
careful script on them. “Okay, Natasha, you’re on floor 74. Clint you get
75, they do connect at multiple points and you can feel free to share
space.” Tony says, hitting the necessary buttons and gesturing to the eye
scanner. “Steve, you’re on 76, and I’m saving 77 for your friend.”
“Tony, we don’t
need whole floors.” Steve protests. Looking at his duffle bag Tony
suspects that is true, he’ll need to buy the man some clothes and things.
“Speak for yourself Rogers.” Clint says, elbowing the super
soldier in the side. It probably hurt his elbow more than it did Steve, but it
gets his point across. Tony elects to ignore both of them.
“Brucie-bear, you have 78, although the hulk room expands
into 79. I put your lab on your floor because I figured it would be more
“Thor gets 79, since he’ll be here the least he shouldn’t
mind the loss of space. Common areas are on floor 80, and the penthouse is
obviously mine. 81 through 84 are set up for Sam Wilson, guests, more guests,
and Rhodey respectively.” Tony explains. “If you need anything from Jarvis you
will have to enter the elevator or a common area, as I have set your rooms to
passive surveillance only to avoid any discomfort you may feel.” The elevator
stops and the doors slide open to reveal Natasha’s floor.
“No Jarvis beyond this point, but there is a top of the line
security system so please try not to break any windows.” Tony says, stepping
aside, Clint gets off the elevator while Natasha picks up her own stack of
boxes and follows him.
It takes an hour to get everyone settled in. Steve thanks
him profusely, and talks about how his floor is too much. Bruce thanks him
quietly and disappears into his rooms. Natasha calls him kitten in Russian and
smiles at him before disappearing into her rooms with a comment about dress
“Stark!” Clint is bouncing on the balls of his feet when
Tony knocks on his door to check on him. “Stark! You built me an archery range
on my floor? You are the absolute best!” For a moment, it looks like he’s going
to hug him, and then there’s a warm weight of Clint’s hand on his shoulder for
half a second. “God, I am never leaving this tower.”
“Glad you like it.” Tony says, trying to ignore how warm his
shoulder feels. Trying to ignore how his heart is beating against his ribs.
It’s been almost three months since he’s seen Rhodey, and therefore three months
since someone has touched him in a friendly way. It feels better than flying in
the suit ever does.
He’s not surprised with the lack of physical contact from
the others. They were busy moving in, and he knows they all have their own
hang-ups. It’s really not a big deal. He’s working on new armor for Steve now
anyways, so maybe he can get a hug or something after.
“Stop kidding yourself Stark.” He grumbles, glaring at his
reflection in the mirror. There are dark circles under his eyes, it’s probably
time he actually gets some sleep. “They won’t want you. Not a team player,
remember? Fucking talking to yourself in the bathroom mirror, no wonder you
only have three friends.” He sleeps until well into the next afternoon, and
then disappears into his lab.
“Sir, Captain Rogers is asking for you. He says the team
wants to do dinner tonight in the common room.” Jarvis informs him.
“They want me to come?” He asks, there’s no one here but
Jarvis and still the caution creeps into his voice. He can’t help but hide hope
behind an air of nonchalance.
“Of course, Sir.” Jarvis says. Steve had asked him to tell
Tony to come, they clearly wanted him there.
“Tell Cap I’ll be there.” He says, hiding a smile in his work.
He goes to team dinner, and the next one, and training. He
tries to live off of awkward brushes of hands, and sharp kicks for practice. He
reminds himself that just because they are here, doesn’t mean they’ll like him.
They don’t owe him hugs.
Tony was fine, really. Completely, and totally fine.
He finishes the first round of upgrade and eagerly calls
them to the lab.
“I made things!” He says, a new quiver clutched in his
hands. He’s practically vibrating with excitement, hugs are a relatively normal
part of gratitude he could get a hug.
“Is that a quiver?” Clint asks, Tony hits the button on the
side there’s a noise as the arrow head is attached. “Shit automated, what a
beaut.” Tony blushes, handing it over. Clint snatches up his bow, practically
running for the range. No hug. Tony turns to Natasha.
“Upgraded widow bites with stun, knock out, kill, and Thor
settings.” He offers, holding them out to her, she grins at him, taking them
from his hands.
“Thanks Stark.” She winks at him as she stalks out of the
room. “These will be so useful.” She doesn’t hug him on the way out.
“Steve, new body armor. Less ab plating more protection.” He
explains, holding up the new and improved suit. “Also, less zippers, that look
was so nineties Steve you don’t understand.” Steve smiles at him.
“No, I don’t, but I appreciate the new suit all the same.”
He says, Tony beams at him. Steve claps a hand on his shoulder as he leaves.
Tony tries to pretend the warmth is enough. Revels in the feeling from that
small touch. It’s not enough, maybe if he makes them more gear.
“You look tired Tones, maybe you should get some rest, you
can show me Hulk’s gift tomorrow.” Bruce offers, he’s so kind. If Tony looked
bad enough he might help him to bed, hold onto him. It would be nice.
“Yeah, I’m going to go to bed.” He mumbles, the pattern continues.
Tony remains cold, and untouched. They
fight bad guys, they eat dinner, and nobody hugs Tony.
The suit was gone, ripped off in the battle. He was beaten
up, a little bloody but still standing when the witch landed in front of him,
lobbing a ball of what he presumed was magic at his chest.
“Let’s see how the world likes you when your deepest desires
spill from your lips. How will they feel knowing how perverted you are?” They
asked, Tony’s jaw ticks as he clenches it shut. The witch disappears.
“Your darkest desire, huh Stark?” Clint teases. “Can’t be
too bad. Want to sleep with a man? Want to kill someone on the team? Want to
kill one of the villains we fight?” Tony’s vibrating with frustration,
desperately trying to remain silent.
“Clint, stop.” Natasha scolds. “Your desires aren’t you as a
person, no matter how dark we won’t blame you.” She assures him, standing on
the rubble strewn street. Tony turns wide eyes to Steve and Bruce.
“We won’t.” They assure him. He relaxes his shoulders
slightly, his mouth parting against his will.
“I want a hug. Please, I just, I just want a hug.” He begs,
face flushing with embarrassment. It’s so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Tony’s head drops, eyes tearing up. “I understand. I know it’s weak, I’m
“A freaking hug is your darkest desire?” Clint blurts out,
taking a step towards him. Tony nods miserably. “A goddamn hug? How are you so
good?” Tony finds himself wrapped in strong arms a moment later. “A goddamn
hug.” Clint grumbles.
“I know it’s weak, and stupid. I’m sorry.” Tony whispers, he
knows he should pull back, but he lets himself slump against Clint’s shoulder.
Let’s himself be held.
“Shut up. You’re goddamn perfect. Your darkest desire is a
hug Tony. That’s so ridiculously pleasant.” Clint grumbles, nuzzling into
“It’s so dumb, you guys don’t owe me anything, I can’t
expect hugs. I shouldn’t have. Got my hopes up, cause I’m dumb.” Tony mumbles,
hands clenched in the back of Clint’s shirt. “You can let go now, I won’t be a
“Nope, we’re going back to the tower, and cuddling.” He’s
surprised the others haven’t gotten over their shock and come to join the hug
yet. “God, how did I not know you wanted hugs, I could have offered non-stop
cuddles.” Clint laments. Natasha seems to have gotten over her shock, and she
practically sprints over, leaping at them. Tony flinches just before she makes
contact wrapping them both in a hug.
“Do not be afraid.” She grumbles. He doesn’t look at her,
face still buried in Clint’s shoulder.
“I shouldn’t have assumed you’d want to hug me. Shouldn’t
have asked. Don’t deserve it.” Tony mumbles. “Can’t expect hugs as payment. No
buying people’s love.” The words come out like a mantra. She whacks the back of
“You assumed I wouldn’t want to hug you idiot, not that I
would. There is no harm in asking.” She scolds. Clint nods, puffing a breath of
air into Tony’s hair.
“Didn’t want any of you to feel obligated.” He mumbles.
Clint’s grip tightens, and he feels Steve and Bruce joining the fray, a warm
line of skin across his shoulders and lower back.
“No, Tony. We don’t feel obligated.” Clint assures him.
“Just guilty that we missed out on giving you something you need.”
“Don’t need hugs, I’m fine.” Tony grumbles, but he still
hasn’t made any move to pull away.
“Shut up.” Natasha grumbles, Bruce nods in agreement, half
asleep from the Hulk out. “You need hugs. Don’t worry, we’re happy to provide.”
She steps on Steve’s foot when he doesn’t say anything in agreement.
“Of course, Tony, you’re our teammate, and our friend.”
Steve says, pulling back slightly. The hug starts to pull apart then, leaving
only Clint with Tony wrapped around him like a koala.
“I should let go now.” Tony mumbles, releasing his grip on
Clint’s shirt. Clint frowns, they need to get back to the tower, but how to
best do that without letting go, he slides his hand around Tony’s waist, hand
resting on his hip.
“This okay?” He asks, squeezing gently. Tony nods with such
ferocity Clint worries he’ll get whiplash. “Good, let’s get you home for some
more cuddles.” Tony nods agreeably.
“Thanks Clint.” He mumbles. “You’re my favorite.” He’s not
sure Clint heard, words buried in the archer’s shoulder. The walk home is warm,
pleasant, and absolutely terrifying.
They’re almost to the tower before the panic starts to set
in, fears arising that this was all just a show, and that once they get inside
he’ll be back to feeling cold and alone in a crowded house. Even if it wasn’t a
show, he’s clingy, he knows it. They’ll get sick of him.
“To the couch.” Clint announces, pushing Tony down on the
cushions, and lying on top of him. The panic recedes. He’s warm, he’s safe he
can enjoy this.
Tony is worried that they’ll get tired of how clingy he is,
so he has a plan. He gets one hour with them every day and then he needs to
either work or sleep. As long as he leaves the room before they get tired of
him. It’s a good plan.
“Tony, won’t you hang out for a movie after breakfast?”
Clint asks, sliding an arm around his shoulder. Movies are normally at least 2
hours long, which puts him over the hour limit on snuggle time.
“I’d love to.” He admits, “But, I need to work on the suit.”
He leans into Clint’s grasp anyways. “I really should work.”
“Yeah.” Clint says. “You can do that after we watch a movie
though, right?” Watching movies and cuddling is normal, so maybe he can do two
hours a day, and it will be okay.
“Right.” Tony agrees. “I can do that.” Clint might not even
want to cuddle anyways. Which would mean it wouldn’t count as part of his hour,
it only counts if there’s cuddling, right?
“Awesome, I could use a couple hours of snuggling.” Clint
cheers, dragging Tony into the den. Well, if it’s Clint’s idea then he can’t
accuse Tony of being clingy right. “You’re so warm, perfect for snuggling.”
Tony nods absently.
“You sure?” Tony asks.
He doesn’t make it back to the lab after the movie, Clint
slides in another disc and they stay curled up on the couch for hours. As much
as Tony wants to say no, wants to make sure Clint doesn’t get tired of his
clinginess, he can’t. He can’t say no, not when Clint’s arms are warm around
him. He just holds on, waiting for the touching to die down.
He spends months waiting for Natasha to stop hugging him
every time she sees him, or Steve to stop awkwardly hugging him when he makes
new things. He waits for Bruce to stop inviting him to yoga, and helping him
with positions. He waits for Thor to stop greeting him with tight hugs that
lift his feet off the ground. He waits for Clint to stop inviting him to
He waits for months until he realizes he’s not waiting
anymore. He waits until he realizes they aren’t going anywhere.
We recently found out
that Otabek is “well versed in all kinds of social media” and I am SHOOK.
Somewhat inspired by the
ask that altisetsky replied to, here’s the fic that no one asked for, but
you’re all getting anyway.
Really, he doesn’t. But Otabek’s left his laptop open on the
kitchen counter and it’s unlocked. Otabek is in the shower, so Yuri won’t be
disturbed. It’s not like he’s going to go through his personal files or
anything, but that’s unmistakably a tumblr dashboard, and Yuri is intrigued.
The thought of Otabek having a tumblr is almost of ludicrous as Otabek DJing in
his spare time, and – well. Now everyone and their mother has Otabek’s tracks
downloaded on their Spotify or iTunes.
A/N: **SMUT AHEAD** YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. This is something I have had in my draft for a while now and finally decided to finish it. Dear lord help me I can’t believe I am actually posting this… I am not a pro at smut so I hope you enjoy lol. I need to go find some holy water RIP…
Sinful. She woke up with
an unbearable heat between her legs and his name on her lips. Shawn had been on
tour for months and his management generously gave him a weeks break before he
returned for the last leg of the tour.
Not enough. She needed more time. She needed him.
She let out a shivered
breath as she pulled back the duvet and her tiny, cold feet hit the floor.
Walking through the house, she was desperately looking for the curly headed boy
she was privileged to call hers. When she reached the kitchen, she found him
standing with his muscular back exposed. Her eyes became darker at the sight. The
things she wanted to do to that boy. He was in the middle of making them
tea as he did every morning because he was always awake so much earlier than
her. “Tea is the key” he would always joke and tell her and every
time it made her laugh just as much as the first time. She walked behind him
and snaked her arms around his waist, laying her head against his strong back.
Feeling his muscles contract. He laughs softly when she childishly sticks her
tongue out to touch his back. He reaches to lay his palm on the back of her
“Well good morning to
you too my love,” he says in a soft tone sending chills down her almost
naked body. She kisses gently between his shoulder blades making his body
shiver. He loved when she was like this. So sweet and needy. Needy for him.
“How did you
sleep?” she asks him as she stands on her tip toes to softly peck a few
kisses on his neck. “Pretty good but I forgot how much you like to move in
your sleep” he laughs. He turns, now facing his beautiful girlfriend
wearing his favorite t-shirt that was too big for her petite body, the sleeves
falling off her shoulders. Her legs bare. She stares longingly at him for a
while. Noticing how his jaw clenched at the sight of her. His cheeks rosy. She
loved knowing she has such an affect on him. Her need for him was unbearable.
He let his eyes rake down her body.
Oh how he worshiped that
“So what’s on your mind?”
his thumb gently stroking her cheek, the warm contact making her want for him
blossom. She needs more of him. He could tell she was bothered. Sexually
“Oh nothing, I’ve
just missed you is all,” sending him a smile. She cups his face in her
hand, caressing his cheek with her thumb. He leans his head into her small
hand. Closing his eyes to take in every ounce of her touch. “I’ve missed
you just as much ya know, love?” he whispers then placing a hungry kiss on
her lips. He grabs her hips trying to pull her as far into him as possible as
if she would slip away from him at any time if he loosened his hold on her. She
whimpers into the kiss making his body tense. God, all her noises were
so sexy to him.
Slowly his hands slid
under her shirt, sliding up her stomach. Her whole body went numb, and she
couldn’t control herself anymore. She wants him with every ounce of her being.
She needs to hear his moans, her moans. Together. She is begging to be
touched by him right here, right now. Without hesitation, her hands are around his
neck. She searches for his eyes desperately as she licks her dry lips. “I
need you,” she spoke quietly in his ear, “so much.. please.” He
smirks at her broken words because he knew, he fucking knew she was
done for. Shawn kisses her neck softly. “Oh darling, you drive me so
fucking crazy,” he whispers against her skin. He looks down at her. His
eyes hungrily look over her beautiful body. She is flawless to him.
She is absolutely breath taking.
He kisses her, biting her
bottom lip. He sucks it in between his teeth causing a moan to tumble
from her plush lips. He picks her up without breaking the kiss. Her legs tangle around his body tightly as he heads for their bedroom. He lays her on their
white duvet and quickly rips his shirt off her body. She’s completely naked
underneath. He could never get used to seeing her body. She’s perfect to him.
Every cute freckle, luscious curve, and beautiful scar. He just runs his
fingers down her stunning body as he stares in awe.
“Fuck, I love when
you don’t wear panties for me,” he says admiring her bare skin. He leans
down to connect his swollen lips with hers. He begins leaving wet kisses on her
neck, making his way down her body. Stopping at her stomach. “You’re so
fucking beautiful you know? I just can’t ever get enough” he whispers against
her skin. His hands ghost down her body as his lips make their way back up to
her neck. Leaving open mouth kissing on her skin. Sucking on her skin as his
fingers dig into her thighs making her skin burn from his touch. He slowly
slides his finger across her entrance only to pull it away. She whines softly
causing Shawn to smirk cheekily. He was pleased with the reaction he was given.
“Oh goodness. You want my fingers inside you, doll?” he keens as he
strokes his finger back across her slowly before pulling away his finger again.
“Please, please do something,”
she pleads. The lack of contact was killing her.
Hell he couldn’t stop. Not
now. She needs him too much.
He can’t get enough.
Seeing the desperation on her face. Watching her body tremble for him.
“You want to fuck yourself on my fingers? Mmm, so needy for me. You’re fucking lusting. I love it.
I really do, doll. But you’re gonna have to beg for it. You’re gonna have to tell
me how bad you want it. How bad you want me.” He began kissing and
biting on her neck while awaiting her response. The correct response. If she
wants him, she is going to have to prove it. She began to beg him the only
way she knew how, "Shawn please. I-I want you. God. Just fuck, fucking I need you. Need you so
much.” By now she was panting. Longing for some kind of contact from him.
She begs so beautifully.
How could he deny? “You sound amazing with my name on your lips like that,
doll,” he whispers into her ear. His nose grazes the shell of her ear as he
begins to slide two fingers inside her. She tosses her head back at the feeling
of euphoria that’s consuming her. He loves knowing only he could drive her crazy
like this. Only he could see her unravel like this. Only he could make her
soaking wet. “Shawn, please,” she pleaded. He smirks knowing he’s got
her good. He curls his fingers inside her. Just missing her g-spot leaving her
helpless. She let a sigh fall from her swollen lips. He craves the glorious
sound. He continued to move his fingers inside her slow as his other hand
reaches up her body to play with her pink, stiff nipples that were lacking attention.
He slowly pinched one between his thumb and index finger. Her back arched at
his touch. Craving more. His mouth began leaving marks are her breasts as he kissed
them. Assaulting them with his plump lips. Biting her skin, she is at his
mercy and she needed more. He knew. But not yet. She has to wait. His fingers
then take on another angle that barely brushes against her clit which causes her to let out a strangled whimper beneath him. He could tell she was starting
to get close, so he slid his fingers out of her. Her cunt aches at the loss of
him. Going down her body, he replaced his fingers with his tongue. Slowly
sliding his tongue across the slit of her pussy. She was dripping for him.
“Don’t tease me Shawn, please.” He began flicking his tongue across
her throbbing clit. She arched her back again in pure bliss. “You like
that baby? God you taste so sweet. Do you like when I fuck you with my
tongue?” All she could do is moan in response. Holy fuck her moans drove
him wild. “Dammit, you’re so good. So fucking good to me.” She lets a grumbled moan escape her lips trying
to hold back. “It’s okay kitten, scream for me,” he says as he begins
sucking hard on her clit. She could feel herself soaking his fingers. Dripping
down her round thighs. She became a mess underneath. He continued licking her
out, completely devouring every bit of her sweetness. He love the taste of her.
He craved her. He circled his tongue around her clit as she came for him.
Pulling his curly hair, she caused him to groan into her cunt. Sending
vibrations through her core. She was moaning his name so gorgeously. Earning another
growl from his parted lips. He slowly makes his way back up her body. Leaving open
mouthed kisses as he licks all the way up to her neck. He stops and stares at
her body underneath him. His cock is aching for her. He ruts his hips into the bed to give himself some relief.
What a gorgeous sight she was.
Breathing deep, chest
heaving. Ready for him. He wants to be inside her so terribly. Making her
moan. Not yet. He needs to know how badly she wants it. He needs to hear how
desperately she wants him, again. “What do you want, darling?” he
asks as he begins kissing a line from her jaw to her breasts. Sucking harshly
on them. “Please Shawn, you know what I want,” she says blushing. He
looks up, smirking at her, “oh my pet, but I need to hear it from your
beautiful lips.” He drags a finger across her bottom lip. She opens her
mouth and sucks on it hard. Taking him
off guard, making him wince and groan softly in pleasure. So much that he
almost completely lost it. She’s so good. "Shawn I want you to fuck me.
Please baby. I need to feel you inside me,” she states quickly. She would usually be blushing at the words coming out of her mouth, but not this time.
This time, she is completely shameless. This time she is tugging down his
boxers. Begging for his cock to be inside her tight hole. She had longed for
this moment ever since she got out of bed this morning. Actually, ever since he
stepped through that door a few days ago, she’d been needy for him.
Her words turned him on
even more. He grips onto her and flips them over. Placing his hands firmly
on her waist. “Ride me, kitten. God please, let me watch you come undone
for me. I wanna see you,” he whispers to her. She places her hands on his
chest and begins grinding on him slow. Teasing him. His lips parted as he let
out a low, throaty moan. She smirks watching her effect she has on him already.
She then lowers herself onto his length nice and slow. Letting herself adjust.
They both let out a moan together. Beautiful. She begins to ride him slow.
Bouncing on him. Her breasts moving as she did. He was losing his focus as he
watches his cock disappear into her cunt. He begins digging his fingers further
into her skin. Leaving nail marks. “Fuck, you look so good on my cock. You
feel so good. So good to me. So tight. So wet,” he was mesmerized as he
watched her. He needed more of her. Now.
He bucked his hips making his length go deeper into her, hitting her . She
threw her head back in pleasure and screamed his name. Their bodies move in
sync together. Their hips colliding as she quickens her pace. She began to scrape her nails down his
toned chest making him wince beneath her. She was picking up her pace as her
climax approached. “Baby, please,” she begged him. “Not yet my
pet, I haven’t given you permission,” he growls. Spanking her for even
proposing the sinful idea. “You have to tell me how bad you want it. Come
on baby.” She strangles a moan. She knew she couldn’t last much longer, so words
began pouring out of her mouth as she pleaded. "Please baby, let me come.
I’ll be good for you. Please,” her lips trembling as she spoke. He can
never win with her. She knew that all to well. He was obsessed with her.
Consumed in the moment. “Shit, okay kitten okay.” He bucked his hips hard
and fast as her orgasm rushed over her. Her legs shaking as she screams his
name is pure bliss. "Shawn, please baby, don’t stop don’t stop”
“Fuck…” He thrusts
inside her. She’s soaking his cock. Dripping all over his thighs. She continues
to grind on him slow until he flips them over where he is now on top. Her hands
grab onto his biceps as he leans down to her ear. “It’s my turn to have a
little fun now, kitten.” She winces as he pushes his cock inside her swollen cunt.
He starts slow but eventually picks up his pace. Their skin rubbing together
creating friction between them. She whimpers trying to fight with the mixture
of pain from being sensitive and the pleasure of feeling him inside her again. He
can feel himself start to lose it. She can see that he’s close and she uses
that to her advantage. “Come on love, let go for me. I want to see what I do to
you, show me.” He keens at her words. He is completely done for. Making his
thrusts become sloppy as he released into her. He came so hard his juices
running down her legs. She doesn’t mind. In fact, she loves it.
He pulls out slow and
looks at her body in awe. Her sore legs still trembling. He kissing her lips
and tells her that he will be right back. He heads for the bathroom and comes
back with a damp cloth. He presses it to her thigh and she shudders at the cool
contact. He cleans her up and presses a kiss softly to the inside of her thigh.
She whispers a soft thank you as he tosses the rag to the floor.
Shawn crawls in the bed
next to her and wraps his arms around her small frame. Pressing her back into his
chest, he moves her hair and leaves soft kisses on her neck. Her skin is so
sweet as always. She turns around to face him and places her hands on his firm
“Thank you,” she says so
quietly that her words are barely audible.
He presses his lips to her
forehead, and she smiles. This is his tender way of saying you’re welcome, I
love you. He pulls her tighter into his chest as he whispers sweet dreams into
As she starts to drift off
she feels him stir.
“Are you okay, love?”
He looks down at her and
smiles. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking about you. Somebody was bold today with
the dirty talk. Very sexy. Maybe you should try it more often.” He winks at
“Oh my god. Go to sleep
you ass,” she says hitting his chest as she giggles.
He rests his chin on her
head and she snuggles her face into his neck as they start drifting to sleep.
She smiles to herself
because she knows wouldn’t rather be anywhere else than with this boy of hers.
Summary: You were already having a bad day, and then in walks Mr. Perfect and his best friend’s puppy. Oh, and he needs you to hurry because he’s got a blind date tonight, and he’s really nervous.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 2,993
Author’s Note: Do you know how long this has been in my drafts? Anyways, here’s more fluff. Sorry I’ve been the Ebeneezer Scrooge of fluff, but I can’t help it that I’m a cynical, angsty bitch who likes to make people suffer.
There were certain rules to being a veterinary technician.
Number one, waterproof mascara and eyeliner always! When the customer cries, you cry. Number two, carry a lint roller on you at all times; it’s best to get the pocket-sized one, because Mr. Twinkles sheds a lot! Number three, iron your scrubs! And it’s probably best to keep an extra pair in your car, because Mrs. Comier’s Jack Russell likes to pee on people.
Even though you knew these rules by heart, and you followed them every single day of your work-life, today was an exception. It was just one of those days that absolutely nothing- no matter how hard you tried- was going right. You were covered in fluffy cat hairs, Mrs. Comier’s Jack Russell peed on your leg twice, and you had run out of waterproof mascara; so when Mr. Langley brought in his thirteen year old Labrador to put her down, he cried, and so you cried, and in the end you looked like the raccoon that liked to sneak into the office dumpsters at closing.
Harry glanced skeptically through the small containers his girlfriend had laid in front of him. His eyes flew from her hands back to her face that supported a small, excited smile to confirm that she was in fact serious about this. Spa day, she had exclaimed, clapping her hands together happily. She said it was both of what the two needed, a full day of pampering and loving their skins until they were glowing of healthiness.
Who was Harry to disrupt his girlfriend’s moment of glory? Besides, she had finally convinced the boy to accompany her after weeks of imploring at large puppy eyes, which he couldn’t seem to resist anymore. Anyways, the thought of relaxing with the girl he loved…along with her skin itching to be rubbed with oil by his large hands…yeah. That’s something he’d like. Although reluctant of what to expect, Harry agreed to a spa day.
Summary: “You’re a big girl now, right Alexis? You should know that your grandpa Alex has something called Alzheimer’s. It means he forgets sometimes.”
Alex Summers and Sean Cassidy were out at a diner for lunch. The young men hadn’t seen each other in a while and decided to meet and catch up over their favorite greasy food. They got a booth next to a big window, and Sean reclined with a contented sigh. That boy could get comfortable anywhere.
“Hello and welcome to Sally’s Diner. I’m Y/N, what can I get you today?” Alex looked up at their waitress, his eyes trailing up from the skirt of her uniform to her face. She was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.
“Your number would be nice, sweetheart.” Sean said, not missing a beat. Alex shot a glare at his friend, throat tightening. He had no right to be mad at Sean, he had no claim to this gorgeous stranger. All the same, he was annoyed.
“Sorry sweet talker, I don’t give my number out until you’ve at least ordered. After that, we’ll see.” She glanced at Alex, giving him a sweet smile. His heart thumped faster.
As some of you may know, I’ve been working on two research projects for this year - some astronomy undergrad research, and my physics final-year project. Although I’ve been struggling to manage these projects alongside my coursework, I decided to compile a list of things that make life easier. These tips are for big projects that typically last over a couple of months, rather than smaller assignments.
1) Get a notebook for your project. It doesn’t have to be fancy (though if that’s what you prefer, go for it by all means), it just has to be functional. Whenever you’re working on your project, write down the date and whatever you’re doing that day. It helps a LOT to be organised in this way, especially if you have to write up a report of some sort later.
2) Set up a plan. Often, with big projects, it’s difficult to see where you’re headed with the project and what you need to do. Having an action plan or an outline of your project helps get you focused and breaks the Big, Overwhelming Project into smaller tasks and steps that can be accomplished. This plan may require adaptions and refinement as you go along, but that’s okay.
3) Timelines. This is easier if you have a looming deadline can the universe slow down so that I have enough time to finish everything before 9 September pls but, if you don’t, try and set up some kind of long-term schedule. Maybe you want to have all your background research done by the end of the week, have your first draft written in a month’s time. Having mini-deadlines is a great way to convince yourself to make progress and stop procrastinating.
4) Google sh*t! Seriously. If you don’t know how to do something, Google it. You’ll find a lot of answers out there. And you’ll figure out how to do a LOT of things on your own.
5) Ask for help. If you’re stuck on something and just can’t make any more progress, even after tip no. 4, ask someone for help. If you have a project supervisor, they’re your first port of call. If not, find someone doing a similar type of project and ask them.
6) Have the right software/equipment. If you have your own laptop, and can get the software you need for your project, get it! I did this for my astro project and it’s so easy to work on it now that I have ALADIN on my own computer and don’t have to work from uni. I’m stuck using the computers at my uni for my physics project and it is very inconvenient. If your project requires equipment, try to get the equipment ASAP.
7) Schedule time to work on your project. When I set up my week in my bullet journal, I make sure to schedule in project time. I’m also trying to work in my “down time” when I have a cancelled tutorial or something similar that leads to unexpected free time.
8) Dowload Mendeley if you’re doing a lot of research. It autocites your papers for you (you literally just drag and drop and BOOM - all the references), generates a bibliography in whatever form you prefer. It makes it so easy to organise research papers. Use it. It’s free.
9) Accept that it’s going to be tough and that you will mess up. Maybe you procrastinate a little more than necessary. Maybe you delete an article or forget to name your files something sensible. It happens, it wastes time, but it’s okay. You’ll get everything done properly eventually. Take a break if you need to. You’ll get back on track.
I hope these help! I am in no way, an expert in this. I’m still figuring things out for myself. Projects can be overwhelming, but they are also one of my favourite things to do. There’s so much that you can learn from doing a research project - far more than what you learn in class - and I highly recommend it as something that Science undergrads in particular should do.