this has been in my drafts for over three months it is time

History of YOI fandom

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…

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(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.)

Pre-series

  • 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)
  • The title
    • “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?”
    • etc.
  • 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)

Episode 1

  • 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.

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a tale of trees and espionage

okay story time:

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.

Don’t Cry Over Spilled Milk

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) 

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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.

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Touch Starved Tony

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.

“Jarvis, Jarvis, 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.”

“They’re 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 much good.

“Hello Mr. Stark, thank you for inviting us.” Steve says, hefting his duffle bag up on his shoulder.

“It’s no problem, and please Cap, call me Tony.” He says, gesturing for them to board the elevator.

“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 comfortable.

“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 shopping.

“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 sorry.”

“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 Tony’s hair.  

“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 bother.”

“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 his head.

“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.

“Definitely.”

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 cuddle.

He waits for months until he realizes he’s not waiting anymore. He waits until he realizes they aren’t going anywhere.


@ifdragonscouldtalk and @dont-hurt-tony-stark I know you like these, <3

found a lot of love in this town

i,,,i don’t even know what to say here i wrote this thing on a plane and it’s incoherent fluff to the nth degree. i think i gotta blame @sergeant-santiago for this for screaming about peraltiago babies to me for like,,,all week now (title from city of angels, by the head and the heart)

Amy Santiago mutters a curse to herself. She’s in the back room of a wedding hall, swallowing down nausea and standing through dizziness, thinking to herself that the dark circles under her eyes most certainly don’t match her gorgeous powder-blue dress (she’s trusting that Gina will be able to fix it later, and that Gina will chalk up the circles to a perfectly usual lack of sleep). Her pantsuit had fit just fine this morning – maybe a little tight, but still zipping normally. Of course this dress, which had fit last month at the fitting, would be too small already.

Although, in fairness, a lot had changed in the last month, she reminds herself, a hand ghosting over her belly.

Rosa, leaned against a wall a few feet from Amy, looks up from the straps on her sandals at the muttered shit, and Amy regrets the noise immediately. It’ll probably zip with a little effort, after all. Or at least, she thinks with another tug at the zipper, her other hand stretched behind her to hold the dress closed, it had better zip. She can’t show up to her captain’s vow renewal in a work pantsuit (it would have to be a formal one, at least).

She knows rationally that Captain Holt couldn’t care less what she wears to his vow renewal, that he and Kevin would be proud to have her participate no matter what she was wearing, and that there are a million excuses in the world – other than the truth, which she can’t share quite yet – for why the dress didn’t work. But still, her breath is starting to quicken, and for some godforsaken reason tears are springing into her eyes because she’s only eight weeks in and has already lost control. Her body has always done exactly what she wanted it to, and she and Jake had talked about this eventuality six months ago when they first had this conversation. But now it’s real. There are thirty-two more weeks, and then the rest of her life, where she’ll never have full control again, but she thought she had time. She wasn’t ready for it to go to pieces today.

She’s growing a bit frantic, wishes she could go find Jake, likely standing with Charles and Terry in their suits in the reception hall, to hold her tight and whisper stories about cribs and stuffed elephants and toddler-sized Hogwarts robes and the sweet smell of baby shampoo like he did last time she panicked, staring at a positive pregnancy test and feeling this huge life change turn from hypothetical to tangible.

But then, she feels Rosa’s hands on hers, pushing them out of the way so that her friend can try the zipper from a better angle. She feels two gentle tugs. And then Rosa’s hands drop away, her clicking heels carrying her to Amy’s front, where she stops, arms crossed.

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Split - Kai Scenario. Part 1

Summary: You have a perfect life. A perfect little house, perfect little son who just went to Kindergarten for the first time and finally your more than perfect husband, whom you love more than your life. Of course that was three weeks ago. Before your husband decided to leave the family.

Word Count: 2976

A/n: I’m finally uploading my new series. This has been in my drafts for almost a year and I’m finally ready to show it to everyone. Any kind of reviews (even just a word) is welcome as always <3

MY MASTERLIST 

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Originally posted by kairamelo

When the alarm wakes you up you don’t even need to open your eyes to know that it’s still dark outside. But you have to get up right away. Even if it’s cold and the bed seems more inviting that ever. Your bedroom is illuminated only by streetlight, until you finally reach for flip the switch on the wall.

The sudden brightness blinds you temporarily and you keep rubbing your eyes, while searching for something warm to wear. You’ve been extremely cold lately. And you know it has nothing to do with the fall rolling over. Neither can you warm yourself with a sweatshirt or hot tea, which you still choose to drink seated by your kitchen island.

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The Story of 2213 (So far)

Part 1: The History

2213 has its origins in my undergrad program and in my undying love for BBC’s Sherlock. I came to the fandom just after watching series 3 and was astounded by the wonderful meta and investigation that fans had put into examining the show and the original stories on which it was based. I was in my junior year of college at the time and looking for a project for my thesis. The idea of adapting one of the Conan Doyle stories to feature a female Holmes and Watson seemed only natural.

My co-producer and I chose to adapt The Boscombe Valley Mystery, mostly because of its straightforward plot and the fact that it was easy to translate into modern times. Holmes and Watson were made women, remained British, and continued to live in 221B in London. In all honesty, that production read as a BBC Sherlock fan piece (even the original music we had recorded for it had essences of Sherlock scoring) but we had fun with it nonetheless.

Two months after closing night, my adviser and I met to go over my grade for the project.  She gave me a wealth of positive feedback and asked me if I would ever consider adapting such a thing for television. I hadn’t considered it, I told her, and she told me to start thinking about it. She had a contact at Syfy who was commissioning work for their web series division and was willing to put in a word for me if I could get some material together. How could I turn down an offer like that?

The next few months were overwhelming – I graduated from college with a B.F.A. in Theater, emphasis in Acting. It was difficult to keep up with writing during that time, but I managed to draft three episodes and map out a first season before the end of the year. By that time, unfortunately, my adviser’s contact had left Syfy. Disappointed, and overwhelmed with other facets of my life, I put the idea on the back burner.

For the next year, I worked on the show sparingly. It underwent many changes since the original performance in 2015. Watson and Holmes were named “Johanna” and “Charlotte” respectively, they were moved to the U.S. (Seattle, my home – which I know well), and they were moved into a dingy apartment above “Hudson’s Deli” at 2213 Bell Street where they live today.

Part Two: The Show Now

By making the characters women in the modern day United States, I realized that there was a unique opportunity before me to have Charlotte Holmes not only be a “consulting detective,” but also a sort of vigilante for those wronged in the criminal justice system. What if, I thought, she tackled the crimes that were found in the system itself?

Conan Doyle himself was a staunch advocate for justice [x] and often stood up for the wrongfully accused, a character trait he passed on to his great detective. I’ve been inspired while writing this series by incidents of police brutality (and subsequent failure to prosecute officers involved), stories of wrongful convictions, and allegations of cover-ups of police wrong-doings.

That’s the cases themselves, though. At the end of the day, I’m most interested in the relationship between Holmes and Watson (Charlotte and Jo) and how adaptations have been getting that relationship wrong for over one hundred years. It is, after all, the greatest love story ever told.

Part Three: Moving Forward

I’ve been inspired the last few weeks by several Tumblr users to start getting this project off the ground. To those of you who listened to my self-indulgent ramblings about this piece of work, I thank you – you were ever so encouraging. 

I’m now reaching out to the masses to ask for your help. I’d like to self-produce the pilot episode (I have some people I can reach out to to help with this), but I need funds to do so. There will be a kickstarter campaign coming in the next couple of weeks.

I’m also looking for people to read the first thirty pages of the pilot and provide feedback to me. From that feedback, I’m planning to edit/write the rest of the episodes for season one.

And lastly, I’m putting feelers out there for graphic designers, musicians etc. who might be interested in contributing to such a project.

Thank you for reading if you’ve stuck through to the end of this post! If you can help by putting the word out, reblogging, or messaging me about any of the above points, I would appreciate it!

Sincerely,

Rebecca

Patater Week - Day 4

Feb. 9 - Alternate Universe – Soulmate AU, 2.4K (everyone has their soulmate’s first thought about them on their skin – both still in NHL - coda of sorts to Dot Your Ts and Cross Your Is


“You’re in a good mood today,” Jack comments, as slides in next to Tater in the nook.

“Mhm,” Tater hums and chews his sandwich. “I find soulmate,” he says, like he’s commenting on the weather.

Snowy and Thirdy look up from their breakfast, and Marty nearly snorts out his cereal. Guy pats him on the back a little harder than necessary.

“You found your soulmate, Tater?” Poots asks carefully. “Like, the one who said ‘You’re tall and hot, I want to die,’ that soulmate?”

Almost everyone’s seen that particular marking in the locker room, and though no one actually voiced it, a large majority of the team had covered up their jealousy with chirps. Who doesn’t want a confidence booster like that as a soulmark? Tater simply nods, and Thirdy flies up, excited.

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You Are Mine

Request from @thedreamsofafangirl: Could you write an imagine where Draco gets sick but is allergic to the main ingredient in pepper up potion and y/n is a great potion maker and she nursed him back to health?

Sure thing :) thank you so much for your kind words!! it means a lot :D 

*I am so sorry this has been ages! It’s been in my drafts for like two months and I totally already thought i’d posted it 😬 thank you so much though!!*

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highlights from roman’s panel

  • best question of the night: “how does it feel being a legend at 32?” yes, girl, yes. of course, he doesn’t feel that way. not yet. he’s barely scratched the surface
  • him and r-truth are opposite personalities. ro is reserved and laid back and ronnie is the loudest person in the room and so outgoing, but somehow their personalities compliment each other. 
  • ronnie keeps him sane sometimes. 
  • the only way to get ronnie back for all the livestreaming he does with roman is “to play him at his own game, but I refuse to do that”
  • #applepiethief Roman has got no time for apple pies from Popeye’s. He looking for the chicken and shrimp, not apple pies. Popeye’s apple pies ain’t worth stealing. “I was gonna call Dean and ask him what he doing? Apple pies?” Goes on to explain that Ambrose was doing early media and hadn’t slept the night before, so he was talking some crazy
  • he can’t choose between defeating triple h for the title and defeating the undertaker for most memorable moment because they’re different beasts. undertaker was his dream match and he had it.  he “shared the art” with one of his childhood heroes. 
  • where does he go from main eventing Wrestlemania three times in a row? crowd yells “CENA”, “RETIRING CENA”, while I’m thinking “retire Brock”
  • he listed off facing cena, facing brock for the universal title, fighting undertaker again, and having another SHIELD triple threat
  • speaking of SHIELD, he’s extremely proud of his boys and thinks that they’re gonna take over. their tag team match was the only one he ended up catching at Summerslam and resonated with Ambrose about Rollins/Ambrose being tag team wrestling
  • calls rollins his LITTLE brother and was happy to give seth his wrestlemania 31 moment and holds no resentment.
  • someone asked him why he keeps shaving his face when he looks so damn good with the beard… his response “cuz it’s my face”. the words “extra” and “you know what” followed. he likes feeling clean. asked the audience if the scruff on his face today was enough.
  • he calls his month away last year during the draft his “vacation” with a face. 
  • thinks mayweather is going to knock tf outta mcgregor on saturday. 
  • he loves to push the younger talent and be that standard bearer and feels that if he doesn’t push them to the next level, he doesn’t have people to wrestle amazing matches with
  • was asked his opinion about punk thinking he started the shield or punk in general.. answers about punk thinking he started the shield, but thinks his opinion on punk would’ve been a lot more entertaining 
  • his passion for game of thrones, holy shit. watching him talk about each character that he resonates with and characters he’s rooting for. I’ve never watched GoT, but would love an episode by episode recap by him.
  • he also watches walking dead
  • little girl: why aren’t you in hair conditioning commercials? ro: “everyone get your phones out and livestream this. are we live? GOOD QUESTION. I’m down. Got any other ideas to make me money?”
  • he loves fighting the heavyweights like brock, samoa joe, strowman because it’s really a test of strength, but he loves tossing around talent like finn balor, rollins, etc
  • many many other things

side note: he is literally the warmest person. like temperature wise. during our photo ops, with his arm around me, it’s nice and toasty. him calling you sweetie makes your insides melt. and how many times he thanks you makes you feel that he genuinely appreciates all the support.  he also caught my attention as i was leaving the autograph booth to tell me to have a good night after i told him how he really turned my shitty day around. 

“I’m glad I was able to help you kick out.” Thank you, Roman.

Ruff & Tumble

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genre: smut, fluff

word count: 6.5k

warnings: swearing

extra tags: blowjob, handjob, dogs

summary:

Dan moves into his new apartment for the dog park downstairs – little does he know that the town comes with more than just fluffy tails.  

AU where Phil has a dog and Dan almost doesn’t know if he likes the dog or the boy more.

excerpt; 

The guy looks up from his kneeling position in the grass, and seeing Dan, smiles. The dog next to him, with her fluffy golden curl of a tail, wiggles her butt at him. Dan doesn’t think he’s ever seen a better sight.

That is, until he actually looks up into the owners face.

Oh no, he thinks, Oh, no, no.

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[NEWS] 170825 Billboard: “How EXO's 'The War' Came Together: A Song-By-Song Breakdown With the Band, Its Producers & More”

A behind-the-scenes look at what went into making summer’s hottest K-pop album.

From the frenetic synths of “Going Crazy” to the dreamlike melodies of “Walk on Memories,” EXO’s latest album, The War, held nothing back from fans. Pulling inspiration from funk, reggae, EDM, trap and more, then weaving it all together through top-notch production, it proved a logical progression in their sonic journey and a summer-friendly successor to the group’s darker previous album, Ex'Act.

With The War, EXO topped Billboard’s World Albums chart for two consecutive weeks and went on to sell over 1 million copies globally, proving that the EXO-L fandom is sticking around for the boy band’s evolution.

Learn what went into the hottest K-pop album of the summer from the members themselves and some of the producers behind its hottest tracks.

“The Eve”

Mike Woods: I was one of the producers on “The Eve” which was originally titled “Black Dress.” I wrote it alongside Kevin White, Andrew Bazzi and Henry Lau. Originally the song was for Henry Lau’s project, but we all felt that it going to EXO would be best for everyone as it was a perfect record for them. The sound came about from us wanting something sexy and melodic, but also performance driven. We wanted to paint a dark and mysterious vibe, hence the title “Black Dress.” We wrote the song during a writing camp for SM [Entertainment] – we basically write one to two songs a day for about 10 days and see what we come up with. “The Eve” came about on the fourth day of the camp and only took us one day to complete, from conception of music and lyrics to the final composition. We recorded the demo for the song the same day of conception.

“Ko Ko Bop”

Styalz Fuego: I went out to Seoul early November last year. It was maybe 10 of us … and basically we were all put in the the SM studios for a couple of weeks. It was my first time out there. [You’re] basically hearing a quick [overview] of the whole scene and everything that’s going on in K-pop and then you’re put in the rooms every day to just write songs. “Ko Ko Bop” was maybe the fourth of fifth day in. The first couple of days I was trying to get a hang of [it.] I listened to a lot of K-pop, but still, it’s a different scene to write a song [for] because it’s so much more complex. [K-pop songs] have so many more moving components to them, than say, if you’re out in L.A. writing, trying to make things very simple and trying to get to the core of the lyric and have the beat as simple as possible.

I kinda knew as soon as we’d done the song and we played it back for everyone, just from the response we got to the song it was gonna be something, but I had no idea it’d be [EXO’s]. Going into writing that song, it was basically to do something with the reggae feel, that was the main thing we were aiming for. It took a whole different direction with the crazy drop section after the chorus. We went into this doing a reggae-pop song and it transformed into what it is.

I don’t think it was ever for EXO – I think it was more for a female group. Shaylen [Carroll, co-producer] did the demo. When they did the playback for everyone at SM, [we thought] they would essentially understand this is for one of the girl groups. A girl is singing it and it’s in the range of what the girls can sing. The song was actually in a higher key – I think three semitones higher – so it was more fitted for a female [group] originally.

But I guess it worked out well because we had a few of our voices in the song spread out, so I guess when they started picking where the song could go, it made sense for EXO because there are so many different sections vocally.

Shaylen Carroll: I wrote the lyrics and melodies with Tay Jasper, then I sang the demo. It’s a “feel good” type of track, so the melodies came easily. Styalz’s stuff is easy to write to. When I was recording some melody ideas I kept on singing nonsense phrases and one was “Shimmy shimmy Ko Ko Bop,” which we all thought was super quirky and catchy. So we built off that and turned it into something real. The song is about not worrying about things… Sometimes you just gotta go with the flow! Don’t worry about the haters.

Jared Cotter, Shaylen’s manager: [SM Entertainment] let us know it was being considered for a girl group.

Carroll: [I] definitely never thought it would get flipped to EXO, but obviously we are thrilled it did. We [knew] it was special when we finished it. I am really glad it found the home that it did.

Chen: [The members and I] wrote the lyrics separately and worked on putting the lyrics together for the song afterwards. We worked on the song using a special method, where we gathered all three of our lyrics for the song and selected which lyrics would suit the song the best. I don’t think I have any regrets or wish that it could have better since it’s the best result produced through all the effort that our members and other various writers have put into the process. Through the lyrics, I wanted “Ko Ko Bop” to have people shake off all their stress and enjoy themselves just as who they are.

Baekhyun: I felt that a lot of our fans were unable to fully enjoy our concerts or performances because they’re conscious of what others would think. Since “Ko Ko Bop” is a reggae and EDM genre and it’s easy to groove to, I wanted my lyrics to have people to become more carefree, release their stress and dance away with the music.

“What U Do?”

Ronny Svendsen: The song was written in Seoul last December. We went over to Korea to do a camp for SM with our, at the time, new publishing company called Ekko Music Rights. We tried to create a song that would be danceable and organic sounding with emphasis on real instruments – bass, guitar, piano. The song was really based around the guitars and a simple chord progression. Sound-wise we had a reference from another boy band of SM Entertainment’s called NCT, which we originally aimed for: danceable, but not “synthy.”

“Forever”

Greg Bonnick of LDN NOISE: This was written in Seoul with Kenzie and Adrian McKinnon. We knew the vibe was perfect for EXO so we worked on it for about a week on and off to get it right, trying different chords and toplines. The intro part was initially the chorus. We thought, “Great, we nailed it,” but once we listened back, it needed to go up another gear. We then added the extra section, which is now the chorus, and it came to life and made it so much bigger.

To be honest, we wanted to make a “Monster” 2.0 but still be different and bigger, you know? We always have fun when we can mix hard hip-hop verses with a bright chorus, and for a group like EXO, it gives it the perfect balance.

We wanted to make a statement: this song, this album, it’s EXO forever. We feel really connected to this group and the fans so it’s important we got it right, and the feedback has been amazing, so we are very happy.

“Touch It”

Denzil Remedios: From what I recall, “Touch It” came to Ryan [Jhun]’s hands first. He got the song originally from the Jackie Boyz [Carlos and Steven Battey] and the Fliptonez. I think they sent it to him while we were still in Korea and this was actually more than a year ago now, maybe close to almost two years ago when they sent that record, and it just kinda connected right away. We heard what it could be – it already sounded like the guts of a smash was there, at least something we could put into a big group’s hands. From there, Ryan and I did what we normally do, which is pick it apart and say, “Hey, what parts could get stronger? What could we do extra with the production to pump it a little bit more?” That’s how we got the record, and then we just worked on all those elements over probably months back and forth.

“Touch It,” when we first heard it, already had such a non-today-ish vibe – a classic vibe. It’s not like the everyday pop EDM electronic-y sound that everyone’s doing, which was refreshing when we first heard it. We were like, “Yo, this sounds like an old Justin Timberlake, almost Michael Jackson type of thing.” That old school vibe. We didn’t wanna change the production or toplining to the point where it didn’t sound like that anymore. When we were hearing it, sonically we were like, “Cool, this can be something that a group like EXO can take and use for the album and it doesn’t sound like everything else they would normally be putting out.”

We were thinking stage performance at the time too. It’s just a really fun track that doesn’t have to be too serious – you don’t have to have crazy choreography where they drop from the top of the stadium.

Chen: My imagination provides the most inspiration for the lyrics. For “Touch It,” I played out the lyrics in my mind as if it is like a scene from a movie when writing it. After completing the draft, I worked on it by fixing awkward pronunciations by singing along the lyrics with the music. This helped me figure out more suitable and comfortable words that would enhance the groove when listening to the song.

“Chill”

Otha “Vakseen” Davis: We went to a song camp last year – I wanna say it was November – and it was probably the third camp my team has been on. Anytime we go to song camps at SM, they usually have a focus for us as far as what to work on and I know we worked on some things for EXO. For any creator, you always wanna try to make an EXO project. We fell in love with the vibe and the energy[of “Chill”] in the studio and SM’s team felt the same way about the record. That happened to be one that everybody loved – the guys loved it ultimately when they heard it.

There were certain elements like the breakdown in “Chill” that was added at the camp, but we came with the ideas already fleshed out. Ultimately, [the breakdown] was to serve as a dance breakdown. K-pop acts, especially EXO, are very performance-oriented, so you wanna have sections to show out. You wanna make something that feels good but still can allow them to move.

Chanyeol: Usually it’s common to work on the lyrics based on a demo guide, but for the song “Chill” I worked on the lyrics with an empty track without demo lyrics. I think that’s part of the reason why the lyrics were able to come out pretty naturally.

“Walk on Memories”

Albi Albertsson: In late 2015, Wassily Gradovsky, who was actually interning for me as a producer at that time, brought an instrumental to me, which was later to become the instrumental for “Walk on Memories.” He had recorded a loop on the upright piano I have in my living room and incorporated it into this smooth R&B style beat.

I immediately liked the chord progression and the vibe of the track, so I sent it to Justin Reinstein, a writer from New York who we had just started working with at that time. He had a very smooth topline and vocal style that I thought would be perfect for this track, so he worked on the instrumental to craft the melodies.

From then on it was only finalizing the song: I added stacks of vocal harmonies and other details to make it work better for a group performance and make it more “K-pop,” added some vocal adlibs and then finalized the production by adding more instruments and finalizing the mix.

When I sent it to EXO’s A&R, he immediately loved it but wanted a more distinct intro that reflected the fantasy theme he had in mind for the new album. So instead of the very basic intro the track originally had, I came up with a new, more mysterious and vibey intro, which is the intro you can hear in the final version of the song.

Wassily Gradovsky: The track was influenced by the genres of ‘90s R&B and jazz, reimagined with contemporary sounds. The arrangement of the piano chords – being arpeggiated from bottom to the top – was inspired by Justin Timberlake’s “Cry Me A River,” but with a lighter and more positive tone. The slightly melancholic bridge, which is modulating into the final uplifting chorus, represents an uplifting, “happy ending” twist to the story.

“Going Crazy”

Otha “Vakseen” Davis: It was something that we did maybe around February of 2016. They loved it and for some reason could not find the right topline for it – I think they had one originally and it didn’t work at the end of the day. So they had this track, it was already placed on EXO and my team was presented with the opportunity to write to it. So I had one of my writers go in and do what he does. Funny enough, it was supposed to go on the Ex'Act album. It was something that they loved, but it didn’t make sense then. We were persistent. Between myself and my business partner, we [would say], “Hey, what about this one? Don’t forget this record!” Fast forward to now, the new album was coming out, [and] we were finally able to get them to connect. I think we had to make a couple of edits on it between that year or so passing just to make sure it was as fresh as possible.

The track’s over a year old – there’s something so special about it because you drop it now, 2017, and it’s still hot, still relevant. And that’s the goal: create timeless music that can be good any time.

Credit: Billboard.

hebelu  asked:

What about like an AU where they are pen pals for some assignment and then do like school exchange? Sid goes to Russia and stays with Geno and then Geno comes to Canada and stays with Sid

Sidney had a pen pal when he was in elementary school. It’d been for a project, everyone had a pen pal. And approximately three weeks later, he received a very short letter from one Evgeni in Russia, no last name. It was much like his own introductory letter: his name, age, what school he went to, and hoping that his pen pal enjoyed hockey. The letter was written in shaky English and signed with ‘Zhenya,’

The first letter was followed by a third, and then a fourth, until Sidney had taken to writing to Zhenya far past the project end date. It felt nice, tossing his secrets and fears and happiness out to Russia, where as far as he knew, no one would ever know of it besides Zhenya.

Dear Zhenya, I couldn’t go to practice today, Sidney writes, wiping his eyes. One falls anyways and blurs the Z on Zhenya. Mom was scared the other kids would hit me. We’re waiting another week. I wish I could have a friend there.

Sorry, Sid, came the response two weeks later, with a doodle of two people holding hockey sticks, Wish I play hockey with you in Canada.

When he entered Shattuck-Saint Mary’s, the letter-writing became less frequent, but Zhenya’s English has vastly improved. Sometimes, late at night, he imagines what Zhenya would look like–a blur of a handsome face with a prominent nose, very tall and lanky, with a silly grin to match Sidney’s equally silly laugh. He didn’t dare ask Zhenya for a photograph, for fear of ruining his fantasy, and Zhenya never did ask either.

I think about you many times, one final letter comes on Sidney’s 17th birthday, to Sidney’s surprise. His hands are shaking as he reads, You have not write for many months. I know you are busy. I am too,and you maybe forget me already, which is okay. But I have to tell you before I regret forever. I miss your letters. Play good hockey, Sidney. You are the best. Happy birthday. I love you.

Sidney tries to send one back, one that says, I miss you, too. I love you. I love you. I love you. I’m sorry, I didn’t forget you– But it comes back, a few weeks later, with a “Return to Sender, not able to forward to recipient.”

Sidney gets drafted, and he kisses Zhenya’s last letter after rereading it. It’s one of his rituals for every game, and not even Flower knows about it. He wonders if Zhenya can see him playing a game, wherever he is.

Evgeni Malkin escapes from the KHL soon after, and Sidney has a flickering hope of, Can it be him? before he meets Evgeni. He seems exhausted, happy to meet Sidney, but there’s not a single sign of recognition.

And so Sidney’s first love was lost, just like that. Destroyed by the post office, apparently. Sidney doesn’t know if it’s silly or not for falling in love with a man he’s never even met. But he keeps all the letters. And he reads them, and reads them, and reads them.  

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The Pens win the Cup, and Geno gets on his knees as Sidney pours champagne in his mouth. It’s a good feeling.

Sidney won this for himself, but also partly for Zhenya, whose constant encouragements kept him going despite the abuse at the rink, from teammates and parents alike. 

He’s in his hotel room early, rereading Zhenya’s last letter, when there’s a knock on the door. 

It’s Geno, loose-limbed from the alcohol and partying. He ends up collapsing on Sidney’s bed after saying a few greetings and bringing him an unopened bottom of champagne over.

“You old man now, have to drink in silence,” Geno says, then starts snoring a few minutes later.

Sidney lets him sleep, and tucks the letter back into the drawer. 

-

“Good morning,” Sidney says, toothbrush in his mouth as Geno groans. “How do you feel?”

“Like ass,” Geno says. “How you up so early? Sorry for pass out on bed.”

Sidney rolls his eyes. “I got hungry.”

He goes back to the sink to rinse, and when he comes back, he freezes completely at the sight of Geno holding Zhenya’s letters. The one, worn after so many years, saying,  Play good hockey, Sidney. You are the best. Happy birthday. I love you.

“Geno,” he scowls, trying to snatch it from Geno’s hands. “That was–did you open my drawers? Stop snooping.”

Geno backs up. “Where you get this?” his voice barely restrained with emotion. 

“It’s none of your business,” Sidney says. Why is Geno being so defensive? “Stop being a dick, G, give it back.”

“No,” Geno says, his hands trembling. “No.”

“What the fuck? You’ll tear it,” Sidney demands, starting to get angry. “It’s important to me, stop fucking around–”

“Is my letter,” Geno says stubbornly. “I’m write it, is mine.”

“What?” All the fight goes out of Sidney. He feels like a deflated balloon. “Geno, what are you talking about?”

“I write to Sid, when I’m little, not know which Sid,” Geno says thickly. “Sidney in Canada, play good hockey, needs a friend.” 

“These are from Zhenya,” Sidney whispers. But he starts to hope. Oh God, he hopes he’s right.

I’m Zhenya,” Geno says mournfully. “Sid, you not ever write back. I think, maybe he not think same, maybe he hate me after this letter–”

“I didn’t–I tried–” His heart is beating so fast, like a panicked hummingbird. “Geno, I wanted to so badly. I tried. The letters wouldn’t send–the address wasn’t right, the letters kept coming back, I couldn’t find you.” He’s babbling now. “Zhenya. Zhenya, I loved you. I love you.”

It’s quiet for moment that drags on too long. Sidney fears that it’s all over by now, that there’s no fixing either relationships with Geno, his alternate, or his first love, Zhenya. But then he looks up, and Geno looks like he’s in awe, like early-morning bed-head Sidney is the most amazing thing to walk in front of him ever. 

Sidney,” Geno says, low and hopeful. He makes Sidney’s name sound like a prayer, and Sidney can’t stop marveling. “Sidney.”

“Hi,” Sidney says wetly. “Hi, Zhenya.” 

NurseyDex Week Day 3: AU

That One Coffee Shop AU

Derek hated being that guy who wrote in Starbucks–there were hundreds of better coffee shops in the city of Philadelphia, but he’d been coming to the same South Philly Starbucks since he moved to the city last spring after finishing his MFA at NYU.

Honestly? He loved New York, but he’d spent his entire life around the city, and Philly was the exact change he needed in his life. It was calm compared to New York, and Derek loved the local poetry scene. Any night of the week he could find a reading to hit up if he was feeling restless and wanted to meet new people.

“You mind if I sit?”

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I was wondering if you could give me some tips on outlining a fic? I have my character backgrounds down to a t, and I've been working on world building, but I've still been having trouble getting my ideas organized in a story format. Yours are always so well written and flow so nicely, I was hoping you had some advice! Thank you! 💕 (PS your newest fic is amazing and I can't wait for more!!!)

God I have been putting off answering this one too long because I Take Outlines So Seriously. In the last week I’ve probably written 30K words, and only about 7K was fic. The rest was the outline rough draft and then the outline final.

HOW TO WRITE MASSIVE FICS LIKE A FUCKING BOSS: THE ARCTURUS METHODOLOGY

So I have literally a Process I use. My larger fics literally have a pre-production period that I have to work through before they are ready to be written.

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THECLEXA FANFIC MASTER LIST

As you may (or may not) know, a few months ago I embarked on a journey to create a document for the Clexa fandom that would serve as a resource for those of you who enjoy reading fanfiction about our favorite lesbian warlord and bisexual space leader (and any AU personas they may take on…). Today, with much help along the way from the best co-captain and technology wizard ever  (@ayokidd), WE ARE EXCITED TO RELEASE THE FIRST DRAFT OF THIS DOCUMENT! (Containing over 600 completed fics!)

Please continue reading for the download link, as well as more information on how to use the document!

It’s a good thing you all love reading so much, because this post is quite long…but hopefully informative!.


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What is the Clexa Fanfic Master List?

The Clexa Fanfic Master List is an on-going Microsoft Excel document that will eventually contain ALL completed Clexa and Lexark fanfiction - categorized, organized, hyperlinked, and listed all in one exportable document for your reading and fic-tracking pleasure! YES YOU READ THAT RIGHT…all 5,000+ fics (or whatever the final tally is!) will eventually be included! The document will be periodically updated and re-released as more fics are added to it over time. This will all be located on our blog @clexarkives, where you can find the frequently updated Master List and some other cool features.

How do I access the Clexa Fanfic Master List?

You need Microsoft Excel (or a program that opens Excel files) to access the document. You can download the document by clicking this link here. This link will take you to Google Drive where you can download the file and open it on your computer.

DO NOT view the document in Google Drive - the hyperlinks won’t work! YOU MUST DOWNLOAD AND OPEN THE DOCUMENT IN MICROSOFT EXCEL. We are also working on a Google Sheets version of the document for anyone unable to access the document through Excel or a similar program. Hang tight!

Once you download the document, save to your desktop and enjoy!

What fics are/will be included in the Clexa Fanfic Master List?

The Clexa Fanfic Master List will only include completed fics (it is simply impossible to keep updating such a large document with individual fic updates…we’ll leave that to the internet). We are, however, keeping track of current on-going fics and these will be added to the document as they are completed. Unfortunately, any fics that have been started but abandoned (author has no plans to finish or hasn’t updated for an extremely extended period of time) will not be included (unless they are one day completed) because I’m sorry but my heart can’t take that kind of investment and let down.

How is the Clexa Fanfic Master List organized?

The entire document functions as one large Excel workbook. There are four main sections, accessible from the Table of Contents:

1) Master List: contains a list of all the fics in the workbook, organized alphabetically by author
2) Canon: contains fics set in the canon universe, organized by ‘Season 2’, ‘Season 3’, and ‘Canon Divergent’
3) AU Categories: contains fics set in alternate universes, organized by specific categories (ie., ‘Enemies to Lovers’, ‘Teacher/student’, ‘Fake Dating’, etc.)
4) Smut: contains sexy time fics, organized by specific categories (ie., ‘Fluffy Smut’, “Strap On’, ‘3x07’, etc.)

How do I navigate the Clexa Fanfic Master List?

The entire document is hyperlinked to make navigation as easy as possible. You can click through individual tabs if you so desire, but we HIGHLY SUGGEST using the hyperlinks to navigate through the workbook.

Navigating within a main section:

The Table of Contents contains four main sections, or pages (as described above). Clicking on each of these sections will bring you to the page set up for that specific section.

Example 1: If you click the “Canon” section from the Table of Contents, you will be directed to the “Canon” page where the “Canon” categories ‘Season 2’, ‘Season 3’, and ‘Canon Divergent’ are hyperlinked.

If you click on one of these three categories, let’s say ‘Season 2’, you will find a list of Clexa fics that take place during Season 2 of the show organized by Author, Title, Chapters, Word Count, Summary, and a link to the fic on AO3 where it was originally posted and made available by the author.

Example 2: If you click the “AU Categories” section from the Table of Contents, you will be directed to the “AU Categories” page where you will find a list of AU categories.

Let’s say that from the “AU Categories” page you’re interested in the ‘Fake Dating’ category. You simply click the ‘Fake Dating’ category, and now you have a list of ‘Fake Dating’ AU fics organized by Author, Title, Chapters, Word Count. Summary, and a link to the fic on AO3 where it was originally posted and made available by the author.

Same goes for the “Master List” and “Smut” sections as well.

Navigating between the main sections and throughout the document:

Each of the four sections has a hyperlink that will take you back to the Table of Contents in the upper left hand corner of the page.

Each individual category has two hyperlinks, both in the upper left hand corner of the page.

1) The “Table of Contents” hyperlink will, you guessed it, take you back to the Table of Contents.
2) The specific category hyperlink will take you back to the main section of whatever category you’re currently in. (For example: If you’re in the ‘Season 2’ category, clicking the “Canon” hyperlink will take you back to the “Canon” page. If you’re in the ‘Fake Dating’ AU category, clicking the “AU Categories” hyperlink will take you back to the “AU Categories” page.)

How do I know I am looking at the most recent version of the Clexa Fanfic Master List?

The Master List will be updated periodically as we add more fics and as more fics are completed. You can find the most recent version of the document by checking our @clexarkives blog! We will also keep an updated link to the master list in our individual Tumblr bios (@ayokidd & @swan-heda).

Isn’t the Clexa Fanfic Master List basically like AO3 and FF? Why create a separate document?

Yes and no. We’re hopeful that the Clexa Fanfic Master List will give you more control over your fic reading than using AO3 or your web browser alone. If you’re like me (really neurotic and anal), you might also hate having 1,000 bookmarks saved on A03 and your computer browser that you have to search through every time you’re looking for a specific fic, and you might desire a higher level of organization and control. This document will help bring fics right to your desktop. We will update with fics we find and any fics you send us, which delivers a “master list” of not only your personal bookmarks, but everyone else’s as well!

This document is intended to make searching for new fics to read and keeping track of fics you’ve already read as easy as possible. Using Excel functions like “search” make it possible to find any specific fic you may be looking for anywhere in the document, on a specific page, or in a specific category.

Once you download the Excel file, you can edit, change, and personalize the document however you’d like! You can highlight fics you’ve read, sort by chapter or word count, or color code or rank fics based on whatever system you want to create. You can even delete fics or fic categories that aren’t for you if you know you’ll never read them. The world is your oyster! (…or more so this doc is your oyster?…)

Can I make suggestions for the Clexa Fanfic Master List ?

ABSOLUTELY!!! We both love fanfiction. We both read A LOT of fanfiction. However, we are only two people, and there are likely many fics we have yet to include (this IS a first draft after all), so:

READERS: If your favorite fics aren’t listed and you’d like them to be, tell us and we’ll add them! (Please also tell us if you’d like to see a specific category added - if there are fics written that fit it, we’ll add it!)

AUTHORS: If your fics aren’t listed and you’d like them to be (there are A LOT of fics and chances are if it’s not included, we just didn’t get to yours yet!), please tell us and we’ll add them! If your fics ARE listed, but you don’t want them to be, please tell us and we’ll remove them! Also, let us know if you disagree with the category we placed your fic into and suggest a new one, and we’ll move it!

EVERYONE: PLEASE reach out to us with any questions, comments, concerns, suggestions, advice, love, dislike (polite, respectful dislike) etc. you have to offer! Please feel free to contact us in any way you feel comfortable, anonymously or not (reply to this post, message us, flood our ask boxes, send us submissions, etc.) We are both super friendly and would love some feedback! Tell us what you like, what you don’t like, what you’d like to see in future versions, etc. Any feedback you provide us with will only make the subsequent updated editions of the document even better. This is, after all, for each and every one of you.

Enjoy!

May We Meet Again,

Swan-Heda and Ayokidd

anonymous asked:

My partner is set to deploy next month. This will be our 3rd deployment since we got together. It has me thinking about Sterek Military fics. Marines, Army, Navy, Navy Seal, Spec Ops, whatever I will take them all. Bless you and this blog for getting me through many lonely nights.

Awwww, sending your partner good vibes and well wishes!  Tried to find you some completed fics with happy endings bb, hope they help <3  -Emmy

Originally posted by super-hoech

I’m Coming Home by redhoodedwolf 

(1,031 I Teen I Complete)  *military!Stiles

Prompt from Tumblr:
I’m not sure if your still doing prompts… but if you are I would love you forever if you could write a Military!AU, where Stiles surprises Derek be coming back early!! Very FLUFFY!!!

Everyday Will Be Like a Holiday by wirewrappedlily 

(1,395 I General I Complete)  *soldier!Derek

When Stiles woke at ten the next morning, Derek was curled tight around him, Erica’s head in the dip of Derek’s waist, and Isaac’s thin form thrown over their legs, Scott lying around both Stiles and Isaac while Lydia slept in as small a ball as possible on Stiles’s chest, Boyd’s hand on her head as if she’d had a nightmare. Stiles smiled to himself, going back to staring at Derek’s sleeping features. The curve of his eyelashes and the relaxed shape of his mouth. He wanted to trace his finger over the line of Derek’s nose, leave hickies over the straight edge of Derek’s jaw. It was new and old and so good Stiles wanted to cry.

Derek was home.

Coming Home For Christmas by Nerdy_fangirl_57 

(1,780 I General I Complete) *soldier!Derek, married!sterek

Stiles was trying to be the best dad he could be for his little girl after Derek was drafted into the military 3 months ago. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel like crying when Alex tells him that all she wants for Christmas is for Santa to bring her papa back home. 

What a Difference a Day Makes by the_gramophone 

(1,888 I General I Complete)   *soldier!Stiles

Derek is struggling not to feel lonely this Valentine’s Day, but he does his best to put on a brave and happy face for his daughter. Both their days take a turn for the better when they get an unexpected surprise.

Home Without a Heart by 138andcounting 

(2,145 I Not Rated I Complete)   *marine!Derek

Derek leave the Marines due to an injury, and finds himself in a small town in California, Beacon Hills. Not being able to stop helping others, he joins the police, where he meets 18-year-old Stiles Stilinski. A year of dating later, they moved to NY for Stiles to go to college. After dating for two years, Derek get’s an unexpected visitor.

Coming Home by Ella Dean Pendragon 

(2,277 I General I Complete)  *soldier!Derek

It’s been three hundred and seventy six days since he left and Stiles has been living each day as it comes but all that is about to change. Non werewolf AU. Army AU, Sterek, Slash. Other pairings Scisaac, Dethan and Lydia/Aiden.

A Soldier Surprise by Eburn 

(2,765 I General I Complete)  *soldier!Derek

The one where Derek is a Soldier and Stiles is at Uni, and they’re engaged. Derek surprises Stiles by coming home early.

Traveling Soldier by Angelwithwingsoffire 

(3,006 I Not Rated I Complete)  *soldier!Derek

Stiles works in a diner when one day a soldier walks in, dressed in army greens and sits down at one of Stiles’s booths. They end up talking and soon enough Stiles is sending letters off to one Sergeant Derek Hale, until one day, the letters stop.

Thank God Your Heart is Too Close by hoars 

(3,469 I Not Rated I Complete)  *soldier!Derek

There’s a boy, (“Fuck you, dude. I’m seventeen. Not fifteen.” Stiles laughs in his memory) waiting for him back home.

Coming Home by WyldeWombat (orphan_account) 

(3,766 I Teen I Complete)  *soldier!Derek

Derek joined the military over four years ago, and Stiles doesn’t get to see his mate very much. In fact, he hasn’t seen Derek in over a year. Little does he know, Derek is coming home.

In the Air, On Land, On Sea by enthroned 

(6,443 I General I Complete)   *marine!Derek, marine!Stiles

In which Derek is a marine on his way home.  He meets Stiles, a marine on his way to war.

Marine Sergeant Hale by Angelwithwingsoffire 

(6,258 I Not Rated I Complete)  *marine!Derek

Stiles has been bullied for years and it gets worse when the Sheriff is deployed one last time. One day, in the middle of the daily beating, a Marine comes to his rescue. A very hot and muscular Marine who also happens to be in uniform. And unbeknownst to Stiles, they’ve met before. Stiles can’t remember but Derek remembers it all.

If You’re Not Here to Turn the Lights Off (I Can’t Sleep) by losingmyangelgrace 

(7,234 I Explicit I Complete)  *marine!Derek, teacher!Stiles

“Honey! I’m home!” Stiles shouted into the empty apartment as he moved quickly through to the kitchen, dumping his backpack onto bench before crossing to the fridge and crossing off another day on the calendar. A month and a half. That was how long was left until Derek came home, until he was safe. Everyday felt like a lifetime to Stiles.

Grace - Prologue by Venchaser 

(9,655 I Explicit I Complete)  *historical au, WWII au, soldier!Derek, doctor!Stiles

Twoshot - Prologue (Complete) . It is the 1939, the world is on the brink of a second World War. Stiles is the son of a wealthy high ranking ministry official. His friend and childhood protector Derek Hale is off to the same medical school as he is, with the financial help of his own father, something Stiles is not too happy about, though he won’t admit it to himself that there might be feelings involved. Yet.

The Last Time by clawstoagunfight

(10,874 I Explicit I Complete)  *Soldier!Stiles

Stiles is leaving in the morning and Derek can’t find the words to say how he feels. Instead, he shows him.

Secrets of Suburbia by GiaUrsula 

(17,338 I Mature I Complete)  *historical au, Soldier!Derek

Lydia Martin was the Queen Bee of Beacon Hills so it was her job to welcome her husband’s nephew, Derek, and his new wife into the neighbourhood. Derek has returned home after service in Korea to settle down and marry his sweetheart, Gen, who Lydia becomes fast friends with. But after stumbling upon Derek cheating on Gen, she isn’t sure what to think. But who was the man she saw him with? Who is Stiles?

Air Mail by Handsofred 

(20,229 I Not Rated I Complete)  *soldier!derek, dad!derek, teacher!stiles

‘’Oh my god’’ Stiles breathed out as heavy booted footsteps faded away down the hall. ‘’oh my god’’

‘’Stiles?’’ Allison asked as he scrambled around the desk searching for the last letter before he was thrusting it at their faces.

‘’It’s him…my soldier…it’s him, it’s Mattie’s dad’’ He told them, his eyes wide as Allison took the letter from him, ‘’oh my god, oh my god and I fainted in front of him…oh Jesus Christ’’

Protecting Home by countrygirlsfun 

(38,400 I Mature I Complete)   *soldier!Stiles, Teacher!Derek

Stiles Stilinski is now an ex-army sniper and engaged to kindergarten teacher Derek Hale. All he wants is to leave his military service and experiences behind him so he can move on and build his life with Derek.

But it isn’t always easy when the battlefield follows you home.

I’ll Be Seeing You by thepsychicclam 

(81,489 I Explicit I Complete)  *soldier!derek, WWII au, historical au

In the summer of 1941, with the country on the brink of war, diner waiter Stiles meets Derek Hale, an army soldier just passing through Beacon Hills.

Series: Soulmate au bts and svt
Member: Wonwoo (svt)
Prompt: All the lies your soulmate will ever told you are tattooed on your body and fade into a scar once they’re said aloud
Find the tag for this series here: x
A/N: I’m posting this later than I expected because one of my best friends deadass took a lyft here this evening and was like “hey I’m here now let’s watch shitty movies” LOL but the good news is she’s also a writer so she’s been helping me draft ideas for other series
Also spoilers ahead for some of the other members aus!!

  • You didn’t have a lot of lies on your body growing up, and none of them were really shocking
  • Well I mean the “I’m going out with the guys” one was a little concerning but otherwise it seemed like your soulmate was an honest person, only telling little white lies every once in awhile 
  • You thought the “I’m not planning a surprise party” one was pretty funny tho lmao 
  • Unfortunately on Wonwoo’s side of the soulmate connection, it wasn’t quite so relaxing 
  • There were words like “No that totally doesn’t look ridiculous on you psh what” and “I dunno Mingyu is more my type” and “You look sincerely unattractive” that made him laugh a little when he tried to imagine the context 
  • But there were also words like “Don’t worry, I feel fine” and “I’ll be fine while you’re away sweetie” and “I’m okay with it” 
  • These words had all sorts of new meaning when he decided that he wanted to become an idol 
  • He figured they would have to do with him being out late at practice and going on tours,, and he couldn’t help but feel guilty
  • It was clear that you were going to say those things to try and make him feel better and hide the fact that you missed him even though you probably knew that he would have it all figured out anyways 
  • He promised himself that he would cherish you every available moment once he met you 
  • He wanted to make up for the fact that you would have to say those kinds of things to him as much as he could 
  • So needless to say Wonwoo was eager to find you
  • The sooner he found you the sooner he could spend as much time with you as possible 
  • But it wasn’t that easy obviously
  • He didn’t have a timer like Dino, names like Jeonghan, or the ability to see you in the mirror like Jun
  • He couldn’t see his red string of fate or read your thoughts or anything else either
  • He just had lies written in your handwriting on little spots around his body and there was only so much those could do, especially since they wouldn’t lead him to you 
  • Part of him felt angry at the fact that those inked words were all he had but then guilt would fill him the second he started to feel that way
  • Because this was his connection to you
  • Even if it didn’t make it any easier for you two to find each other it shouldn’t matter because you were the one he was sharing it with 
  • So he always inwardly told himself to shut up and stop complaining and just be grateful he has a soulmate at all lmao
  • The day that he found you though,,, well the poor boy was not at his best
  • The comeback was coming up soon, paired with Mingyu’s birthday, and he had promised Seungcheol that he would get parts of the tall boy’s surprise party done
  • Which meant late night practices on top of staying up even later to plan with the other members after Mingew had gone to bed 
  • Wonwoo was admittedly working a bit later than others too because the new choreography was a bit of a struggle for him and he found himself doing late night practices 
  • He didn’t want to be a burden or hold the group back so he felt that it was his obligation to do it???
  • But as a result, Wonwoo was a total spaced out zombie during the day 
  • I mean he has a pretty neutral resting face but anyone who knew his expressions well could tell that he was definitely tired 
  • Especially given the fact that he would take a full five seconds to respond to his name when someone called for him lmao 
  • But in his tired state he was worried he would blurt out plans for the party in front of Mingyu so he was trying to be Alert
  • But also like he was very Exhausted so it was hard for him to be alert
  • Hoshi kept whacking him because Wonwoo would be muttering bits of party plans under his breath that he didn’t want to forget 
  • Seungcheol was nagging him to just take a break and go nap already but Wonwoo was like no,,, I need to practice shut,,,
  • You were an intern starting at the company and you were all bright and excited because wow!!! Pledis!!! Woohoo!!!
  • It was honestly so amazing to be there,,, like you had been applying for months and gone emailed back and forth trying to sound super perky and helpful 
  • And like you had worked your ass off for this job so you were thrILLLED it had finally gone through 
  • You were supposed to work closely with Seventeen and their managers since band management was one of your primary focuses during the internship and something you were definitely curious about
  • However your tour guide was suddenly called in because one of the other interns wiped a bunch of data and she needed to help recover it
  • So in a hurry she called Coups over to introduce you to the other members and then rushed out the door 
  • Coups was super friendly of course when is he not
  • He helped you feel a bit more relaxed with a few jokes and dimpled smiles as he guided you to the practice room
  • They weren’t really doing an organized practice tbh
  • A few members were going over some dance moves in the corner, three of them were chatting off to the side, Seokmin and a few others were going over a harmonizing part in one of the new songs
  • You catch my drift everyone was just kinda doing their own thing but together
  • Except Wonwoo 
  • He was just kinda standing in the back, reading over lyrics and mumbling to himself but looking,,, not very present 
  • Coups led you over to him and tapped on his shoulder to introduce you, planning for it to be all calm and polite
  • But Wonwoo wound up jumping in surprise and randomly blurting “I’m not planning a surprise party!”
  • And you froze and grasped your forearm as your skin began to burn there, your eyes widening into saucers 
  • “Jesus Wonwoo, did you think we were Mingyu?” Cheol scolded as Wonwoo shifted his gaze over to you and immediately found himself stiffening at the sight of you
  • To this day he swears up and down that the sight of you made his heart skip not one, but two beats 
  • You took a step closer and released your hold on your arm to show him that the black ink that once held those six words had faded into a light scar 
  • And he froze and Cheol was looking in between the two of you like ohhh shiiit
  • But before he could say anything Wonu grabbed your arm and tugged you out of the practice room
  • The hallway was empty and he turned to you, suddenly more awake than he had been in days 
  • “Tell me a lie, any lie, I just want to be sure it’s really you because I honestly can’t believe it right now” he told you, his eyes brimming with hope and wonderment 
  • “You look sincerely unattractive” you said after a moment of thought, smiling a little and he couldn’t help but smile back as a little mark he knew was on his ribcage began to burn
  • “I can’t yet show you where that lie is, but I can assure you it burns” he chuckled and you laughed slightly, the sound singing with giddiness and a small amount of nerves
  • “Did you just indirectly call me handsome though?” he questioned and you just whacked him in response
  • After that the two of you introduced yourselves and exchanged numbers, and he barely had hugged you for a moment before the door slammed open with the members shouting in excitement
  • Damn Seungcheol for not being able to keep his mouth shut
  • Also damn Cheol for telling you Wonwoo hadn’t been sleeping because the boy wanted to talk to you all night but now not only the members but also you were nagging him to go to sleep
  • He only agreed to once you promised that you would make time for him over the weekend so you two could begin to get to know each other alone 
  • It became a routine throughout your internship- spending free moments chatting with Wonwoo in the practice room and making time for him over the weekend
  • Your internship wasn’t long, between two and three months, but they became treasured memories for you and Wonwoo
  • Because that was when you guys finally got to get to know your long-awaited soulmate 
  • But once your internship ended, you were back to classes and a part time job and it seriously cut into the time you wanted to spend with him
  • Plus idol life was busy, especially as they wrapped up promotions and began to plan for their tour 
  • You and Wonwoo had recently become close enough to officially label yourselves as “dating” when the tour announcement rolled around
  • You could see the remorse in Wonwoo’s eyes when he told you he’d be gone for a month 
  • And you felt bad because like,, you’d miss him and you know he’d miss you just as much and you know that he probably felt even more remorse since it was so early in your relationship
  • So it wasn’t a shocker to either of you when you took his hand told him “I’ll be fine while you’re away sweetie”
  • Wonwoo felt emotion grip his chest as the lie decorating his right shoulder burned with recognition and faded into a scar and he was yank you into his arms 
  • He buried his face into your hair and took a deep breath to steady himself before quietly murmuring “I promise I’ll be back as soon as I can and take time off to be with you, I promise to work hard to be good enough for you, I promise to treasure you as much as I can”
  • He knew it wasn’t going to be the last time his career was going to make you two miss each other and you lie to him to try and make him worry less
  • But as you kissed his cheek gently and whispered that you loved him and supported him, he knew that it would be okay in the end
  • He knew that he now had a home to come home to in the form of his dream person and he was eternally grateful for that 
  • So during the tour he found himself calling, texting, skyping, spamming, anything he could to be in contact with you every possible moment that he could 
  • And honestly you missed him, but him being far away didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would 
  • All thanks to his efforts to remind you once or three hundred times a day that he adored you death
  • While he was gone, he found himself buying a lot of small items that he thought you would enjoy
  • From packaged snacks to little charms to a sweater in your favorite color to some other souvenirs from various towns 
  • And when he returned he just went straight to your house with a bag full of things he bought you 
  • And he was beaming with that soft little grin he has as he held it out like “surprise babe look what I got you-”
  • But he found himself smiling even wider when you pushed the bag aside and launched yourself into his arms
  • Yes he knew idol life would be hard, and sometimes you guys might not get along because you couldn’t be together and it may cause conflict
  • But he also knew that now he had you, and there was a reason you were his soulmate
  • You would always be right by his side, ready to forgive and work on things and move forward together 
  • Little did you know the “I’m going out with the guys” lie wouldn’t occur for a few years into the relationship and really just consisted of Wonwoo going out and persuing some,,, engagement items ohoho 

knitman  asked:

hi! i've been living on my own for awhile lately but always with roommates, do you have any tips on moving into an apartment alone for the first time?

I actually spent four months living in my current apartment on my own when we first moved in. As part of my boyfriend’s associates degree, he was required to intern out of state, so we had that long distance lifestyle for a few months. That was interesting. I guess technically he still lived with me because he helped pay the rent, but it sure as hell felt like I was living on my own. In my experience:

1. PKW. Phone, keys, wallet. Every time you go anywhere. Check twice. The worst part of living on your own is having to rely on yourself to never forget to lock yourself out or leave your wallet at a sandwich shop in a mall. Make absolutely sure you have duplicates of your keys (I would get a couple made) and give one to a friend who lives nearby who you can count on. I also like to keep an extra set inside the apartment itself in a secure place, just in case. Your landlord can let you in during office hours, but giving a key to a trustworthy friend helps you 24/7.

2. Cleaning routine. You don’t have to sit down at a writing desk and draft this out, but spend a few minutes coming up with a basic cleaning regime for you to follow. It’s definitely easier to do a little each day, but if that doesn’t work for your schedule set aside at least an hour and a half during your time off to get your apartment spotless. I don’t know about you, but whenever I deep clean my apartment I feel like I’m living in a hotel for a day, and I absolutely love it.

3. Make a “moving” shopping list. This is everything you will need (minus food) for your first week at your new place. First aid kit, cleaning supplies, tape, cat food, etc. Your first week moving into your new place will be stressful enough, you don’t want to be halfway through setting up your living room and realize that you forgot to buy trash bags.

4. Secure yourself. I’m not the most agile or fast person in the world, and I do live in a mid-sized city that has a good deal of crime. The apartment complex I live in is very safe, but I still like to double lock my front door at night. It might be smart to keep some pepper spray or a baseball bat somewhere in your apartment, just in case. 

5. Stay social. Even the most anti-social person gets lonely. Make sure to hang out with your friends, not just your co-workers, your actual friends. Get out off your apartment every few days and go see a movie, get a cup of coffee, go people watching at the park, etc. It’s easy to get depressed if you’re living alone and doing the same things the same way every day- allow yourself to mix it up.

6. Meal prep. It can be stressful and seem useless to cook complicated or “fancy” meals when you’re living on your own. Plan your meals for the week and make a list before going shopping. Get yourself enough food to make a variety of dinners that will only take you fifteen minutes. If you do want to go crazy and make steak and mashed potatoes for yourself, make enough for two meals. Also, nobody is going to think poorly of you for stocking your fridge with a couple frozen dinners.

7. Customer service. Living alone means that you are going to be doing a lot of talking to customer service representatives. Get comfortable talking to people over the phone. Tell the rep what you need as quickly as you can, and try to be polite because customer service at a phone center is a garbage job that doesn’t pay well. On the flip side, don’t be afraid to ask for a manager if you’re upset or unhappy with your service. Take their survey at the end of your phone call, tell them how unhappy you are. It’s someone’s shitty job to look at all those surveys, no complaint goes unheard. Companies with great phone service: Verizon, Apple, Amazon. Companies with awful phone service: USPS (literally the worst), electric companies, health insurance companies.

8. Guest space. This is not required, but it’s a good idea to have some sort of space for a friend to stay the night. A friend of mine had a bad breakup, showed up at my apartment with ten minute’s notice, and then fell asleep on my couch after an hour of crying. It as 7:30! Whatever, she needed it. Keep an extra blanket and pillow in your closet, I like to keep travel sized shampoos and conditioners in my bathroom cabinet on the off chance a guest wants to use my shower. I got these at a hotel for free, but they’re available at CVS and other pharmacies.

9. Toilet paper. Don’t let yourself run out of toilet paper! I like to buy more when I notice I only have one roll left. The same deal goes for paper towels.

10. Enjoy. Living on your own is simoltaneously exciting and exhausting, but an all around must-have experience. Enjoy the freedom to forget to make the bed, to decorate your bathroom however you want, to have ice cream for dinner, to watch reruns of Friends and cry when Rachel decides to move to France. Make sure to give yourself lots of space to move at your own pace, but please remember to eat three meals a day and to go to the doctor’s for a checkup at least once a year!

Rehearsals

Requested by the ever lovely @daenerysromanoff !!

I was going to finish this tonight after work but it’s early because I skipped the afternoon of school because it’s just the Homecoming parade and pep rally and I have no interest in school spirit. So I went to a library with free wifi because…you know. What else was I going to do? 

Dany had never thought that a meeting would take quite so much preparation. Yes, it was probably the biggest meeting she’d ever been to, with an enemy that wanted her dead potentially more than she wanted the Iron Throne. But she’d handled everything else life threw at her and she couldn’t see how this would be much different. At least Cersei was alive. 

Tyrion seemed to think she was a loose cannon. He made them run through scenario after scenario, playing his sister every time-takings jabs at her and Jon that they couldn’t react to. He discussed the perimeter setup with both the Dothraki and the Unsullied, deciding how they should react if anything went wrong. 

Sometimes Dany felt like he trusted Jon more than he trusted her. Which was ridiculous because he’d known Jon for what, a couple of months at most? Whereas they’d crossed the Narrow Sea together. She’d been there to witness the one time he got so drunk that he passed out on his desk and she’d promised never to tell anyone. She could be trusted, especially where Cersei Lannister was concerned. She certainly didn’t have a problem with her temper. 

If Jon hadn’t gone north and gotten himself trapped, she wouldn’t have had to go after him. So really, it was his fault. 

“And then Drogon lands, you climb off, and he doesn’t burn anyone.” They were standing outside Dragonstone in what Dany thought was meant to simulate the Dragonpit. 

“Of course he won’t burn anyone.”

“If he burns someone, even the lowest footsoldier, we’re all going to die.” 

“He won’t burn anyone.” 

“Because if he does, even accidentally, even if it even looks like he possibly could-”

“We’ll all die. Thank you Lord Tyrion, but I did hear you the first three times.” 

Tyrion ignored her and went on. “And then we bring out the wight. We do not exchange pleasantries. We do not throw insults. We don’t say any of what we’re really thinking about-”

“Because if we do, we’ll die.” She was instantly rewarded when Jon made a sound like he was trying (and failing) not to laugh. 

Tyrion rolled his eyes. “The two of you can laugh at it all you want. I just don’t want us walking into a trap. I know my sister; neither of you do. She’s older and more cunning than you. She’s destroyed the lives of people with far more experience than you. She’s ruthless and she’ll be waiting for the smallest show of weakness to pounce. You can count on it.” They were quiet again, abashed. “Good. I think that’s enough for today. You’re obviously losing your focus. Lord Snow? If I could talk to you for a moment before you go, please?” 

Dany walked back inside, bracing herself against the draft that always tried to knock her over (and had nearly succeeded once or twice). She assumed they were going to talk over the logistics of the landing, yet another thing that she wouldn’t have to worry about. 

Yes, flying on dragonback did have its perks. 

And she was focusing, honestly. The flight North had been a wakeup call-they were running out of time. Yes, if anything it was Jon’s fault. Not hers. Jon, who always came into the throne room with his wet curls plastered to the side of his head when he’d just bathed. Jon, whose smile always made her want to laugh. Jon, who had come into her life unexpectedly and now she couldn’t imagine living without him. 

Missandei was waiting for her upstairs. They were deciding between hairstyles; they would choose one and then the next morning Missandei would sit her down in front of the mirror and say she’d had another idea and Dany always ending up loving it. They’d managed to narrow it down to three. 

Dany suspected her scribe wanted time to gossip. “Have you kissed him yet?”

“Of course not! He’s a foreign dignitary!” 

Missandei just raised her eyebrows and tied off another plait that snaked around the back of her head. “He’s a very comely foreign dignitary.” 

“That doesn’t matter. Plenty of men are comely. That doesn’t mean I want to marry all of him.”

“No. Only Jon Snow. I’ve seen the way he looks at you, Your Grace. He’s not very good at hiding how he feels. And neither, it would seem, are you.” 

“It’s not a practical time to fall in love.”

“It’s never a practical time to fall in love. People don’t try to. It always happens when it’s least wanted.” 

“Perhaps. But I’m not in love with him.” 

“You’re always looking at him out of the corner of your eye, when you don’t think he’s looking back. You always gravitate towards him when he’s in a room. You go for long walks on the beach and whenever you come back you’re always so quiet.” 

“Missandei, why aren’t you my Mistress of Whispers?”

Missandei laughed and Dany immediately felt gratified, even if the laugh was at her expense, because her friend was too often solemn and laughed far less than she should. “I see what I see, your Grace. Slaves are taught to observe-and sometimes we observe anyway, just to make the time pass by. I’ve seen people in love-and the two of you have the look of two people in love.” 

“We’re not in love.” Even so, she could feel heat bleeding up the back of her neck and hoped to whatever gods that existed that her hair covered it and Missandei couldn’t see it. 

“…So you haven’t thought about it? Even once?”

She rolled her eyes. “Of course I’ve thought about it. Who hasn’t?” 

“On this island? I think you’re the only one who has.” 

Yes, Dany loved her friend dearly-but when she was in her element she could be merciless with her jests. And perhaps most of them were more truth than jest than the Queen cared to admit. 


I am not in love with Jon Snow. It was her mantra. She recited it every morning when she woke up, when she dressed, when she bathed, when she passed him in the hallways and his elbow would accidentally brush hers. What happened on the boat had been just that-a one time occurrence, brought on by fear and grief, never to be mentioned again. I am not in love with Jon Snow. 

And yet sometimes it felt like the only thing that could balance everything out-the fear that the meeting in the Dragonpit would go wrong and everything (Viserion) would be in vain. She was always teetering between two extremes-the pleasure and the pain, the guilt and the longing. 

Tyrion was talking with Jon about how to make the wight’s entrance as dramatic as possible and she wasn’t looking at them. I’m not in love with him. How could she even know what love was? It was so out of her vocabulary; all the men she’d lain with she’d either had no choice in the matter or she’d done it because she wanted to feel powerful. She’d never felt love for any of them, never the kind of love the singers wrote about. What made Jon any different?

He glanced over at her and shot her a quick smile. She couldn’t help smiling back. 

“And then we’ll wait,” Tyrion said, stepping back and turning to face their invisible dais where Cersei and the Lannister forces would theoretically sit. “We’ll see what she says.”

“And if she says no?”

Tyrion’s brow furrowed and he sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it and hope that no matter how insane she is she sees the peril of our situation.” 

That didn’t do anything to settle her nerves but she nodded anyway-and was spared from further stress by Missandei walking up to her, hand pressed against her forehead to keep out the wind and sun. “Your Grace!” She had to shout to be heard above the roar of the wind; it was coming down the cliff in gales. “A raven just arrived for you from King’s Landing!” 

“Again?” It had to be from Cersei. It was always Cersei, wanting to check on this or that or change the number of troops. But she went back to the castle, followed by Jon. Tyrion stayed, watching Drogon and Rhaegal tussle in the distance, his expression unreadable. 

She could barely open the door since the wind was trying so hard to pull it shut. It put her off balance and before she could brace herself the draft hit. She lost her footing and felt herself slip-

-only to feel a pair of arms around her almost instantly, holding her up. “Are you all right, your Grace?” Jon asked, setting her down safely and closing the double doors easily. 

And this, once again, was the last thing she needed. “Yes, Lord Snow. I’m…fine. Thank you.” She pulled herself up stiffly and walked away. She wasn’t going to show him how much he rattled her. 

She resolved never to open the doors from now on, whenever possible. Or she would use the lower door, the one that had once been for servants, because she didn’t care one way or the other. 


A couple nights later she went for a ride on Drogon. They left for King’s Landing the next morning and the tension was palpable. She had to get away, even if only for less than an hour. 

The night was clear and cold and there was something comforting about the way Drogon roared, the way he flew, the way she’d learned to anticipate his turns and his dives. On his back she felt safe and free; all of her cares seemed very far away. We don’t have to come back. We can fly away, beyond Essos, beyond the Sunset Sea, beyond the known world. 

She might have been tempted, had she not been so attached to what she’d be leaving behind. 

She noticed a figure detach itself from the darkness on the beach far below her. For a moment she tensed-until she recognized the fur cloak. With just a touch of her knees she urged Drogon downwards; he reacted instantly, letting out a little hum of delight. All of the dragons loved tricks-great twists and leaps and dives that defied reason and expectation. 

Drogon almost plunged into the water and she had to work to stifle a shriek as the hem of her dress got wet-but almost instantly he’d taken off again, spattering water on the shoreline, and soared over to Jon. 

He unceremoniously dumped a mouthful of ocean water all over the King in the North’s dark curls. 

For a moment neither of them could move. Dany was aghast, the Valyrian sharp when she told him to dismount. It was a cold night; doubtless the water was colder. He looked like a half drowned puppy, hair plastered to his back as he glanced up at her in confusion. Water trailed from his eyelids. 

She was already moving when she hit the ground, rummaging for anything to help him dry off with-but just as she’d opened her mouth to apologize he started to laugh. 

The sound was strange and unexpected and it took her aback. She hadn’t realized until recently how odd it was to hear him laugh-like sunshine in a storm, a light in the darkness. And he wasn’t just chuckling now, the way he did sometimes-he was full on laughing, laughing so hard it must have hurt him. 

It didn’t take long for her to start laughing too. It felt strange to laugh like that; she couldn’t remember the last time she’d ever had occasion to laugh, unencumbered and free, but she loved it. She laughed so hard she cried and then she laughed some more and she didn’t really know why they were laughing-but it was good to be laughing instead of crying. 

Drogon muttered under his breath in disgust and flew away, making waves rise in the sea behind him. They broke around their feet and Dany felt her boots get completely soaked. 

Finally they puttered out and were silent for a moment, looking at each other. It was if they’d awoken from a dream and remembered who they were-adults, not children; monarchs, not peasants. 

“I’m sorry about him,” she said, taking a step backwards. Her boot came out from the sand with an odd sucking sound and she knew Missandei wouldn’t be happy if she’d actually ruined it. “He can be unpredictable.”

“He’s a dragon. I would expect that.” His eyes were sparkling, like he was moments away from laughing again. “I’m used to cold water, your Grace.” 

There was a pause, like something should be said. Maybe she should wish him luck for the coming meeting, or confess to him that she was more frightened of Cersei than she cared to admit. Maybe if they were different people.

Instead the moment came and went, stretched and broke, and she found herself saying “I should be getting inside soon.” 

He nodded. “Good night, your Grace.”

“Good night.” 

It took all the self control she had not to run back to the castle. 

But she lay awake long into the night thinking about that laugh. He laughed like someone who’d never been broken, who’d never seen death or betrayal or any kind of hurt. And he’d made her laugh like that too. 

She knew with an almost sick certainty that instead of finding reasons to push him away like she should have been, she was only finding reasons to convince herself that he should stay. 

#i love these two idiots