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I really want to go take a shower and lay down, but I have to wait to let the truck in the gate for the donation pickup. I moved a bunch of books around downstairs, restacked the boxes of ones that need to go upstairs, realized I have entirely too many books and can't fit them all in how I want them (definitely past time to commence thinning again). Next week I have to start pulling things from the loft so I can start thinning out the kids books first (there's going to be a lot of overlap thanks to my mom and her collection from work). Lots of chocolate will be eaten during that time to keep mental health up.
#birdy tries to be a good adult#i did manage to get rid of three boxes of books this time around#mostly repeats or authors i can't stand anymore#need to buy an extension for one of the shelves downstairs which will help#I'm trying to get all the non fiction/reference/language/kids picture books all together#there's definitely not enough room lol#my partner wants art books and movie making of upstairs#that's also where novels/comics/manga/young adult need to go#send help
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The day Percival discovers sleeveless hoodies is a wonderful day for him bc then whenever someone (Leon (concerned) or Arthur (slutshaming)) yells at him to put on a sweater it's the dead of winter he can put on his sleeveless hoodie and watch the hope drain from their eyes
thank you for this ask, it is absolutely wonderful, and i'm sorry it's taken so long to get to it but i wanted to do it justice because y e s percival is the biggest shit of them all 💕
Having been around for nearly two thousand years, Merlin had remarkable instincts when it came to fashion. Well, remarkable in Percival’s eyes at least. Then again, this was the same person whom he'd witnessed rock up to court for a meeting in one of Gwen's dresses because they had been bitter about not having a good enough garb as court sorcerer. (Apparently after ten years of wearing the same thing, Merlin had been hoping for a bit of variety.) (The conversation that had followed between him, Gwen, and Leon had been very entertaining to witness.) (It had resulted in Merlin being able to keep the dress.)
Merlin had (regrettably in their eyes, thankfully in everyone else's) taken Gwaine and Lancelot out shopping, mainly so they would both stop stealing his clothes, and, when they had returned, had beckoned Percival upstairs when the rest of the group was fussing over dinner plans. When Percival had followed them upstairs, Merlin had revealed a paper bag with a dramatic flourish and handed it to Percival, who had taken one look at the contents and grinned broadly.
Percival was still grinning three months later, in the middle of December, on the verge of being about to completely destroy Leon and Arthur.
As Gwen struggled to zip up a coat with a ridiculous number of zips, Lancelot and Gwaine fought over a tartan duffel coat, and Elyan stuffed himself into a puffer jacket that matched Arthur's, Percival folded his arms and leaned against the wall of the hallway in nothing but jeans and a tank top. Merlin was shrugging on a woollen trench coat over their hoodie and Leon, having just entered after checking the back door, was informing the warlock that he hadn't yet tied the laces of their Doc Martens. Percival was just waiting for the avalanche of 'it's the middle of winter, put some more clothes on' (Leon) and 'you'll be getting your tits out next, which is something none of us want to see' (Arthur) and 'I do' (Elyan) that would come barrelling his way as soon as his attire was noticed.
Merlin flamboyantly finished securing his laces and hastily got involved in the fight going on between their partners, successfully delaying a confrontation with Percival’s naked arms for a further two minutes as Leon extracted a second duffel coat. Arthur, having perfected the art of ignoring the shenanigans of Gwaine and Lancelot over one and a half thousand years, was not so easily distracted.
'Percival’s whoring himself again!' he declared, pointing at Percival in an overtly accusatory manner.
Leon dropped the duffel coat and rounded on Percival. 'For fuck's sake, Percy, put a jumper on at least, it's three degrees outside and we're going ice skating.'
'The ice is plastic though, isn't it?' Percival challenged, quirking an eyebrow.
Now Leon rounded on Merlin. 'Do one thousand five hundred years of constant companionship really mean that little to you?'
Merlin, who had been in the middle of helping Gwaine secure the fastenings on his duffel coat, looked up. 'I don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about, Leon.'
'I was doing research into ice rinks,' Gwen chimed in. 'Percy was watching Midsomer Murders in the same room and I was talking out loud.'
There was a collective murmur of confirmation at the habit of Gwen reciting an entire Wikipedia page to anyone who had the misfortune to be I the vicinity.
'I never did find out who did murder everyone,' Percival sadly said.
'Which episode was it?' asked Lancelot, who had binged an entire series with Elyan one stormy night.
'The one with the bees.'
'Oh, that one! Yeah, the murderer was--'
'Spoilers!' Percival cried.
'It's Midsomer Murders,' Elyan reasoned, shaking his head. 'It's not like Lancelot’s revealed that Darth Vader is actually Luke's father.'
Gwaine looked scandalised. 'He's what?'
'See, this is why you don't fall asleep during group movie nights,' Arthur broke in, staring pointedly at Gwaine.
'Yeah well at least I don't have a Luke Skywalker complex and almost fell in love with my sister--'
'I never loved Morgana like that, that's disgusting, I've never loved any woman but Gwen--'
'It is still three degrees outside,' Leon interrupted, voice cutting across the bubbling conflict. 'Percival, put a jumper on. Don't make me ask you again.'
Rolling his eyes, Percival stomped up the stairs in his walking boots, sending flakes of dry mud across the floorboards. 'I still say that frostbite is a hoax,' he darkly grumbled.
'Frostbite is not a hoax!'
Despite Leon's voice being joined by six other voices, Percival leaned over the bannister. He could take them all if he wanted to. 'I see your frostbite and raise you Ismere.'
'I see your exposed arms and raise you three fucking degrees,' Leon fired back.
Around Leon's body, Merlin winked at Percival, who put his hands up in mock surrender. 'Fine, fine, give me one minute.'
Leaving the others to finish wrapping up, Percival darted into his and Elyan's bedroom and plunged his hand into the paper bag Merlin had given him. Balling up the garment in his fist, he ran down the stairs and landed at the bottom with a decisive thud. Certain that all the attention was now on him, Percival unscrewed the item of clothing and maintained fierce eye contact with both Leon and Arthur as he dropped it over his head.
He slowly tightened the strings around the hood and watched in delight from his makeshift cave as Leon's face whitened, drinking in Percival’s brand-new sleeveless hoodie. 'I put on a jumper, can we go now?'
Arthur's jaw dropped. 'Leon, you can't seriously allow this--'
'Can we not have an argument about this again?' interrupted Gwen after a sharp elbow from Elyan. 'Percival has put on another layer and we're going to miss the booking--'
Arthur, however, was still indignant. 'It doesn't have sleeves. It is not a jumper.'
'Merlin, when you bought it, was it or was it not in the jumper section of whatever shop you got it from?' asked Percival, folding his still exposed arms.
'It was.'
Gwen and Elyan had glanced over their shoulders and were hurriedly trying to unlock the door. It became apparent why when Leon's voice cut sharply through the room.
'I am going to kill you, Merlin.'
'One of the drawbacks of immortality, I'm afraid,' Merlin cheerfully said, taking Lancelot’s and Gwaine’s hands and tugging them towards the door. 'It's rather difficult to kill me.'
Leon muttered something under his breath that only Percival caught. It was good to know that his arms were no longer the target of Leon's ruthless campaign.
#i don't know what happened with star wars there#i've only ever seen one film but everyone knows those spoilers right?#right?#i forgot how much i enjoyed writing the modern versions of them#and sorry it's taken so long!#percival#sleeveless percival#merlin#bbc merlin#asks#donttouchtheneednoggle#merlin fanfic
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FEMSLASH FEBRUARY 2021 #14: in which Cameron and Joanie have some brunch
[CN: descriptions of food/prep]
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When Joanie came home in April of 1998 for her annual spring trip back to the states, Cameron had just begun her ’sabbatical.’ For much of that year, Cameron was focused on finally, fully settling in at Donna’s house (along with Licorice, who was now almost a year old) and on resting before starting work on a new game, and had taken a sudden interest in homemaking, the histories of domestic and agricultural labor, and most shockingly to Joanie, getting up in the actual morning, and at the same time every day.
Once content to practically live in her pajamas when she wasn’t going anywhere, Cameron now got up at 9:30 on most weekdays, went downstairs and put on some coffee, made sure that the cat’s water and dry food bowls were full, and then went out to check on the garden and enjoy a few minutes of sunlight. After cereal and coffee, she would go back upstairs to do some morning journaling, which she’d been inspired to try after Donna added some collections by Mary Oliver and Emily Dickinson to their home library. Cameron didn’t think of herself as a very eloquent or even fluid writer, but she still hunkered down in the bedroom arm chair by the window and happily scribbled down notes on how she’d slept and if she’d any dreams, her plants and her on-going kitchen projects, recipes and restaurants she and Donna had tried, movies, tv shows, books, and articles she’d been looking at, Licorice’s favorite toys and treats, and conversations that she’d had with her growing circle of internet friends. And then she would shower, get dressed, and go back downstairs. Most mornings, Cameron was doing chores and searching for home and kitchen improvement projects she could do by 10:15.
Joanie, who had only witnessed any of this because she was jetlagged for the first few days she was back in California, had gone back to staying up till 3 am and sleeping until noon as soon as she was physically able to do so. When she did finally make it downstairs, Cameron was in the kitchen, radio on, her books and notepads and mugs cluttering the island. Joanie would pour herself a large bowl of whatever cereal Cameron had purchased that week, and enjoy it in front of the tv, leaving Cameron to do her work. It was lonely, and it felt a little like being with a stranger, now that Cameron was her mother’s live-in girlfriend, and Joanie was something of a prodigal daughter, and an expatriate.
Ten days into her visit, Joanie came downstairs and found Cameron sitting at the island with some coffee. There were no books, just a large bowl of freshly rinsed grapes, and a basket of towels that were still warm from the dryer. “Want some brunch?” Cameron offered.
“Sure,�� Joanie said. “I mean, yes. That would be nice.”
Cameron smiled, got up, and went around the island, into the kitchen, and to the refrigerator. Joanie sat down, and Licorice, seemingly able to sense that food was about to be prepared, trotted over from the big window that looked out on the pool, and sprang up on to the stool next to Joanie’s. She sat up on her hind legs, and looked expectantly into the kitchen.
Joanie leaned over to her. “Come here often?” When Licorice didn’t respond, Joanie nodded, “You’re right, that’s a terrible and cliché line.”
Cameron set a mug of coffee and carton of creamer in front of Joanie, and pushed the bowl of grapes toward her, and then went back to the stove, where her favorite frying pan was warming up.
“So my mom has like, fully domesticated you, huh?” Joanie said, reaching for the mug and the creamer.
Cameron, who was beating their eggs, shrugged gently. “It’s nice to have a home after living out of a duffel bag for your entire adult life. It seems silly, at first, but then, you realize that it isn’t.” Setting down the bowl, Cameron said, “Tell you what: in a few years when you find something more permanent, after a few more years of bouncing back and forth between cities and hostels and capsule hotels, I’ll ask you how you feel about it?”
Sipping her coffee, Joanie agreed, “Deal.” She put down her mug, and timidly, asked Cameron, “Do you ever wonder what Tori Lowman might say if she could see you playing house for real, with my mom?”
Cameron shook her head as she whisked the eggs into her now warm pan. “You’re really never gonna let me live that down, are you?”
The warmth in Cameron’s voice reminded Joanie that she was home, even if Northern California wasn’t her home anymore. “Back in Dallas,” Joanie started, “my only real friend was this girl named Heather. I think that maybe she was my Tori Loman.”
The eggs were just starting to set, so Cameron turned down the heat, and used her favorite spatula to pull the egg mixture in, toward the center of the pan. Over her shoulder, she said, “…oh?”
Joanie sighed quietly, relieved by this endearingly momish response. “She was the only person at school that I really liked. She had long black hair, and she was a little taller than I was, and she was broader than I was too. We used to go down to this creek and ride our bikes after school. And I just, I wanted to do that every day. Like, for the rest of time.”
Cameron grinned as she laid some strips of bacon in the pan. “That sounds about right.”
“She used to take these dance classes,” Joanie continued. “I kind of hated dancing, but I wanted to sign up for her classes, until I realized that they were like, these special Native American dance classes? Her family was Apache, and they used to go to these special dance competitions and tribal events on the weekends. I wanted to go to one of them. I think if I’d asked my mom, she probably would have tried to work something out. But I never did, I was too scared?”
Still listening, and now thinking, Cameron pulled two plates out of the dishwasher. She spooned the eggs and bacon onto their plates, and then reached for the english muffin halves she’d toasted, and placed them carefully on the side. She picked up the plates, turned back to Joanie, and placed them down on the island. She rested her hands on the island, and then, shrewdly, said, “You were afraid that you’d have fun, and that your crush on her would get worse. Or harder to ignore?”
Joanie couldn’t believe what a relief it was to hear someone else say it, get it.
Licorice, front paws on the counter, strained to get nearer to the plates. “No, you already ate,” Cameron said. She grabbed a grape from the bowl and rolled it toward Licorice, who was transfixed. She batted it off the table, and jumped down to the floor to play with it. Crisis averted, Cameron grabbed some forks from the drawer, and then went around the island, handed Joanie a fork, and sat down next to her, taking Licorice’s seat.
Joanie picked up half of her english muffin and took a large bite out of it. She chewed thoughtfully, and then picked up her fork. She swallowed, and then said, “Heather seemed all well-behaved and agreeable, but she wasn’t really. She had a bb gun, and she would practice shooting at guns and bottles, and she wanted to learn archery, and how to throw knives. She liked Heart and Led Zeppelin, they were her dad and her mom’s favorite bands. She had older brothers, and she knew all these dirty jokes because of them and she would tell them and I would always laugh at them even though we didn’t really know what they meant? She also liked to steal her brothers’ clothes and wear them when we rode bikes. And she would make me race her even when I said I didn’t feel like it, and she would chase bullies, and she would be mean to them. Like, really mean. And she would curse them, like she would say she was putting an ‘Indian curse’ on them.” She paused to eat some of her food, which must have been getting cold, and then finally, she said, “I wish I’d tried to talk to her after we moved to California. I figured we’d never talk again, and I thought that maybe that would be better. I should’ve at least tried to be her pen pal though, or something.”
Cameron, who had finished most of her brunch while listening to Joanie, picked up her mug and drank some of her coffee. And then, she said, “Tori Loman had curly, frizzy black hair that she would say she didn’t like, but I never thought there was anything wrong with it. I liked it. She liked arts and crafts and coloring and making snacks with her mom. Her favorite snack was hot chocolate and cinnamon sugar toast. I wish I could be pen pals or something with her, too,” she said, before taking another sip of her coffee.
Joanie ate the last of her eggs and bacon, and then she said, “When I first moved to Thailand, I met this girl named Sawyer, at the hostel. But I didn’t see her for a while, so we didn’t get a chance to really talk, but then one day I went out with this guy I had met, an Italian, from Florence, who turned out to be pushy and annoying and he followed me to my room and he kept trying to get me to invite him into my room even though I told him I was ready to go to bed, and Sawyer came out into the hallway and started, like, hassling him? Mostly in English but then she was shouting him down in Italian? And she finally got him to leave, and then we started talking. I asked her if she spoke Italian and she said no, but that ‘You’re bothering her, leave her alone’ is one of the first things she learns how to say whenever she goes anywhere, and that she knows how to say it in like, eight different languages?” Smiling broadly, Joanie finished, “And that was kind of just that. We’ve been partners in crime ever since. She was always going on day trips and weekend trips to different cities and islands outside of Bangkok, and she would invite me every time, and I would go with her as often as I could. We would try to rent bikes wherever we went, when we could. And after a while it felt like, I could do that for the rest of time. With her.”
Cameron leaned back in her chair. “In romcoms, they call that a ‘meet cute’.”
Joanie blushed. “Since when do you watch romcoms?”
“I don’t! But that’s what I’ve heard, I saw something about it on an internet message board,” Cameron said quickly. She picked up her plate, and then took Joanie’s, and walked them over to the kitchen counter near the dishwasher. She grabbed the coffee pot, and returned to her mug to refill it. “So is Sawyer…does she have a Tori Loman in her past, somewhere?”
Joanie pushed her mug toward Cameron’s, and as she added the rest of the coffee to it, Joanie said, “If I understand correctly, she has a few Tori Lomans.”
“Ah. I see,” Cameron said. She returned the pot to the coffee maker, and then went back to her seat.
Staring down into her coffee, Joanie said, “I miss her. I’m glad I’m here. Like, really glad I’m here. Not everyone I’ve met has a home to go back to, you know? I wish that she could be here, though. I wish you and mom could meet her.”
Cameron cackled. “Your mother would lose her mind if you brought someone, anyone home for her to meet, Jesus. It’d be like the holidays, when she gets that vibe like she’s planning some kind of tactical land invasion, it would be peak Donna Emerson.” Tapping her mug excitedly with a nail, Cameron grinned, “It will drive me nuts. I can’t wait.”
Slouching in her seat, Joanie sighed, “I feel like you’ll probably be waiting for a while. I feel like she would like to, but I can’t imagine it working out.” Joanie started to fiddle idly with her hair, wrapping the ends of it around her finger, and unwinding it. “Our lives are just like, so far removed from everything here? Which, that’s kind of the point, it’s okay. But she’s like, really different, about home. Or ‘home,’ or whatever,” she said, making air quotes with her fingers. “I’m waiting to go home, but like, in a good way, if that makes sense? I’m know I’m not supposed to yet, but I look for signs, and I know it will happen eventually. I’ll figure out what I’m supposed to do, and someday I’ll figure out how to do that here. But I don’t think Sawyer thinks that way, she’s always looking for the next adventure. Which is why I love her. But I don’t think she’ll see coming here as an adventure.”
Gently, Cameron said, “Joanie….” She kicked the foot of her stool playfully. “When I was living in Japan, do you ever think I felt like I’d wind up here? With you mom?”
“Probably not, I guess,” Joanie said, smiling tentatively.
“We dwell in possibility,” Cameron said, getting up and out of her seat again as she paraphrased Emily Dickinson. “Come on, let’s go find something fun to do,” she grabbed her mug.”You can tell me more about Sawyer, which I can use to make fun of you whenever you bring up Tori Loman.”
Joanie thought about arguing, but then she got up, grabbed her coffee, and followed Cameron.
#cameron 'world's best stepdad' howe#there is one (1) photo of kathryn newton and maya hawke aka robin 'these ladies are so very hot' buckley#and this was my response to it#no ragerts!#happy saturday bbys!#femslash february#femslash february 2021#fan fiction#cameron howe#joanie clark#your semi regular reminder that joanie clark is not and has never been h*terosexual!
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I'm trying to practice typing on my tablet again. So far is still a struggle. But I want to be better.
Today wasn't a bad day at all. I'm just feeling exhausted and a little embarrassed that I didn't film any art today. I did make art. I just didn't film it, I'm trying not to be to hard on myself. It will be okay. I just hate feeling disappointed in myself.
I slept alright. But getting up was hard. I decided that I was going to talk to my managers about pushing my hours back to where they were at my last site. Because the mornings are giving me a ton of anxiety and I can't get anything substantial done in my studios in the morning, and then I'm to tired at night. And its just become a shitty cycle that I want to break sooner rather then later.
But I still tried to accomplish something this morning, I gotnuo and ojust out on leggings and a sweater and had breakfast with James in the living room. I felt like crap. But it was still early. And I wanted to will myself into feeling better.
I drew a ring. Perspective was very tough, but what else is new. I enjoyed this one a lot though and I felt very accomplished. But then it was almost 10 and my anxiety started to kick in. I tried to keep it off. But soon enough I was packing up art stuff and putting on my work clothes. I tried really hard to leave a little later, not arrive wildly early, so I laid on the couch for a few minutes, but I still got there at 1045.
But that was alright. I took my stuff upstairs. Washed my hands. Clocked in on time. It had been drizzling a little when I got to the site so I was a little damp. But that was okay.
For the most part today was a very nice day. I had lots of art set out and ready for the kids to explore with. Inbrought the prints of the stone man to draw on. Some beads to make bracelets with. Some water colors. It was fun.
My big plan of the day was to get everyone's class schedules. Which was a whole thing but I got almost everyone's except one. So I reached out to a parent to hopefully find that. It is super frustrating having to learn 8 different schools systems for online learning but we're doing our best to make this work.
I spent a lot of the day just making art and chilling and trying not to be stressed. One of the kids kept hitting his sibling which was very hard to deal with. But once Travis got there and we had a stronger voice in the class it made a difference.
We did have some gym time. And I mostly sat on the bench with the only girl still there today. Wew had some fun chats about YA novels we like and about dragons and drawing and it was nice.
Travis then got hit in the bits with a basketball so we called it a day and went upstairs.
The plan had been to watch a movie but then thr entire buildings internet went out. So the last hour and a half really drug on. But the kids played board games for some of it. Just hung out. I did a little crochet, ended up taking it apart but it was good practice. And then it was decided we would go down to the gym to run out some energy while we waited for the last 4 siblings to get picked up.
I was very glad to be done for the day. I had not brought enough snacks and inwas starving. James was home making us cookies and I was just really excited to see my partner and also eat cookies.
I had my quick walk home and felt a little lightheaded. But I got inside safe. I was so happy to see my partner who I love so much. They made me a grilled cheese and it was just really nice to be home.
But I was so tired. And I felt like I couldn't do anything. I had gotten a gift from a parent at thr site, a gift card for $25, (they got one for all of the teachers ?? So kind??) so I was just spending time looking for a plush. Guilt free. I got a duckies wearing a sweater and glasses. And then I played animal crossing for a little. And James started building the train puzzle I got for him for valentine's day.
I watched them do that for a bit. And then I took a shower. And now we are in bed. Reading about a book series I vaguely remembered reading as a kid, and I'm excited that we were able to find it again, hopefully I can read it again.
Now though I would just like to sleep. I hope tomorrow is a brighter day and we can all feel better, even if it's March.
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Can’t Go Back Part 8
A/N: I apologize for the delay on this chapter. I had issues writing their second date.
Our ice cream date on Wednesday was great. I didn’t realize Monty could be so… fun. He was kind of a goofball when he wasn’t with his friends. It started with a funny look when I asked for a spoon with my ice cream cone. “Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of an ice cream cone?”
“No, it mostly just makes it easier for me to steal bites of yours.” I teased.
“Oh-ho, I see. This date was all a ploy to get extra ice cream.” He smiled. I shrugged and scooped a bite of my chocolate ice cream. I licked it off my spoon and felt a smile spread across my face.
We walked around for a bit, making our way to the docks, where it was less populated. We aren’t hiding. It’s just easier to not have to explain whatever this is for now. Trying to be discreet when we found a place to sit, I leaned over and scooped a sliver off of his cookie dough ice cream off, quickly sticking it in my mouth. He pretended not to notice. I sat against a tree with my legs stretched out in front of me. I leaned on his shoulder while we watched the ducks in the lake. There was a baby duck that was straggling at the back and the mama duck was not having it. Montgomery laughed quietly when mama swam around to the back and seemed to give the duckling that look every mother gives their kids. With him distracted, I snuck another sliver of ice cream. Once again, he pretended not to notice.
My yellow dress had ridden up slightly and my knee was exposed. He placed his hand on it and squeezed absently. Soon after the duckling was given crap by mama duck, they hopped out of the water. They walked in a single file line around the shoreline. “Awe. They’re so cute.” I said more to myself than to anyone.
“They are. Danger Duck seems to have fallen in line.”
“Danger Duck?”
“Yeah. The one at the end.” Awe. He has a soul. I didn’t acknowledge that he named the duck. Instead, I decided to nick another bit of his ice cream and mix it in with a bit of mine. “My ice cream good Addy?”
“Mhmm.” I answered through my mouthful of ice cream. He laughed again. His laugh is so nice. “Very.” I said after finishing my bite. We had both gotten near the end of the cones, and it had begun to melt. I wasn’t sure if our silence was because we were comfortable or if we just hadn’t figured out what to talk about yet. Growing tired of the quiet, I leaned forward to stretch. I felt his eyes on my back and turned my head to peek back at him. He quickly looked away and pretended he wasn’t looking. I shrugged and turned my head back. Soon after, I could feel his eyes on me again. I turned again, catching him watching me. I stuck my tongue out at him and he smiled. His smile is so nice. I wish he did it more.
Finally, the silence was broken when I leaned back again. “How did your English paper go?” he asked.
“It was okay. I read The Book Thief for fun a couple of summers ago. It made it easier to find the literary devices and things, so I didn’t have to hunt through the book again when I was done reading it while I wrote.”
“Did you get the grade you wanted?”
“Yeah. I could have done better but it wasn’t like I did bad or anything. How was your physics test?”
“It was okay. Mr. Brown tests fairly easily though so that isn’t surprising.”
“I cannot explain how glad I am that I don’t need to take physics. I hated the physics unit in science class. I’m much more of a chemistry or biology person.”
“It’s not really that bad. He can at least make it interesting.”
“I guess. I just don’t really have the brain for it. I’m more of a memorizing things person than a mathematic formulas person.”
“Is that why you’re friends with Zach?”
“No. I happen to like Zach. Sure, he can be kind of an ass sometimes, but he’s not bad when you get to know him. And we aren’t best friends or anything, just see each other sometimes outside of school. I don’t tell him things very often. Having a study partner isn’t a bad thing either.”
“That’s fair. Is that why you keep Foley around?”
“Yeah, he’s my best friend. Justin is the person I talk to about things. We’ve been friends for as long as I can remember.”
“You talk to him about everything?” He asked, with a playful wiggle of his brows.
“Depends how it goes. I do stick to basics though. You know, if it was good or not. No specifics.”
“I see. So, you aren’t the virginal queen he makes you seem like. Interesting.”
“No. And I’m not telling you who it was so don’t even bother asking.” He shrugged, as though he would get it out of me eventually.
“Will you talk to him about me?”
“That depends on if I have anything to tell him.”
“You might. How do you feel about movies in the city?” We had begun walking back to our cars by now.
“I don’t do slasher flicks. I think they’re dumb.”
“Not because you’re scared?”
“No. It’s because I can’t justify paying for bad acting like that. If I wanted to watch that bad of acting, I would go on incognito and watch the before sex part of porn.”
“Oh! She’s got jokes too. That’s fair though. If you are scared though, that’s what you have me for. Action?”
“I’m down for that.” I nodded.
“Saturday? Pick you up at four? We can take a drive into the city.”
“Sure. Meet me at the end of my street?”
“You got it Addy. I’ll see you at school.” I nodded and leaned up to kiss him softly.
I arrived home a short time later and found my mom sitting in the kitchen at the desk. “Hey Mom. What are you up to?”
“Just looking at some recipes I can copy onto note cards. I finally decided to go through Nan’s box of cookbooks we brought home from Boston.”
“Sounds fun. Need any help?” I asked, walking towards her and grabbing a pen.
“Sure. You can start with Mastering the Art of French Cooking. You did your homework at the library, right?”
“Yeah. It was mostly just some reading comprehension stuff. What recipes do I do?” I made my way to the island with the large text.
“I tabbed them off. Some will need more than one note card.” I nodded and set to work.
A while later, I had written out five recipes and took a bit of a break to stretch my hand. “While I’m thinking about it, Justin and I are going to a movie in the city on Saturday night.”
“Okay. I’ll let your father know. Maybe we can have a date night or something.”
“You’ll let me know what?” My dad asked, coming downstairs.
“Addison is going to a movie Saturday night.”
“That’s nice.” Was all the response he could muster on the topic. “I’m sure the two of us kids can find something to do for the night.” He said, leaning down to kiss my mom’s temple, lovingly. She beamed up at him like it was the first time she was seeing him. It was really sweet to watch. “You’ll do the dishwasher before bed, right Addison?”
“Yeah.” Satisfied, my dad went to the living room to watch one of his shows. Open concept may look pretty, but it can be distracting.
Once I had called it quits on recipes for the day, I quickly did the dishwasher. I made sure to mark dishwasher packs on the grocery list before I went upstairs to get ready for bed. Upstairs, I checked my phone for the first time since I had gotten home. I saw that I had a few Instagram and Twitter notifications. I cleared those away. I had a couple of texts from Justin and a few from Monty. I opened Justin’s texts first.
Didn’t see you after school. Everything okay? Followed by, Mom is out of it for the night again. just a few minutes ago.
I answered him quickly. Hey sorry, I just checked my phone since getting home. Everything is good. I just had some stuff to do. Are you okay? Do you want to come over?
With that handled until I got a response, I checked the texts from Monty. I got home okay. That’s normal enough. I read the other two quickly. Had a great time today. Followed by How did you lose it by the way?
I rolled my eyes before responding. Sorry. I was helping my mom with some stuff. Glad you got home okay and I had fun too. I assume you know how Monty. I went about my nighttime business while I waited for the boys to respond to me. While I was brushing my teeth, I got a text from Justin. Seth is back. I’ll be over in fifteen.
Window will be open. Unless you want me to let mom and dad know?
Sure. It’ll be easier to come in the front door.
Okay, door will be open. See you in a few. “Mom? Dad?” I called, poking my head out the door.
“Yes?” Dad answered.
“Justin is coming over for the night. His mom isn’t feeling very well and doesn’t want him to get sick.”
“K. Whatever.” I raised my brows and rolled my eyes as I closed my door. I threw on my pyjamas and ran down to unlock the front door. A cup of hot chocolate was then set in the microwave to heat up, along with some leftovers. I knew he probably hadn’t had dinner.
Ten minutes later, Justin knocked on the door and walked in.
“Hey, thanks for letting me come over.” I watched as he placed his gym bag on the floor near the stairs.
“Of course. You know you’re always welcome here.” I watched as he walked over to me in the kitchen. I searched his face to see if Seth had done anything. His face seemed fine and he walked normally. That’s good. The microwave dinged as he got over to me and he jumped a bit. “I put some cocoa in for you. There’s also whatever leftovers we had from today. I wasn’t home for dinner.” He nodded and hugged me. I held him close for a few moments until the microwave beeped again and I heard his stomach rumble. We both laughed quietly. He grabbed his plate and mug and sat at the island.
“You weren’t home today?”
“No. I had stuff to do, like I said Justin. By the way, my parents might ask you about plans on Saturday to go to a movie. Just agree.”
“Um… okay.”
“Enough about me. What’s going on with you and Hannah Baker?”
“I don’t know. She’s pretty cute.”
“Do you like her?” I asked, cheekily.
“Maybe. She seems nice.”
“Okay.” I left it at that.
“Why do you need me to agree with your parents about plans Saturday, Addy?”
“I just have some stuff to take care of Justin. Don’t worry. Nothing really major.”
“Uh-huh.” He didn’t seem to believe me but didn’t press on. I think he was just tired.
“Ready for bed?” He nodded and placed his dishes in the sink.
We made our way upstairs to get him ready for bed for the night again. His varsity jacket was hung on my door rack and his bag was placed beside my desk. “Did you want me to take the floor tonight or did you want to sleep together?” i asked, as I ushered him into my bathroom.
“Together? It’s been kind of a long day.”
“Of course.” While he got ready for bed, I grabbed his pillow from my closet and switched it out with the one on my bed. I was doing a touch of reading for English when he climbed into bed beside me. He curled up beside me, almost immediately falling asleep, and I kissed his head softly. “Good night Justin.” I whispered into the darkness.
The next morning, I was able to rope Justin into helping me pick an outfit. We settled on a pair of black leggings and a longer red tank top, paired with a light grey cardigan and black flats. Downstairs, we made a quick breakfast of cereal and toast. “Hello Justin.” My dad greeted from his seat.
“Morning Brooks.”
“Morning dad.”
“Morning.” He half grunted to me. Justin glanced at me and I shrugged.
“Good morning Justin. How is your mum feeling?” Mom asked.
“Morning Margot. She’s feeling okay now, I think. Probably another stomach thing.”
Mom eyed me, knowing it wasn’t a stomach bug. I grimaced in response. “Well I hope she feels better soon.”
“Me too Margot. Me too.” He muttered. Surprisingly, they didn’t ask him about our “plans” Saturday. I suppose it wasn’t that surprising though, as I had never really given them a reason not to trust me before.
I drove us to school and we walked to his locker together. “I’m just saying. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to you know, talk to her. She is totally into you.”
“I wouldn’t even know where to start.”
“Really? You’re Justin freaking Foley. You can just say words and she will fall at your feet. She’s already seen you shirtless.”
“That was different.”
“Right, right. Different.” At his locker, he was once again beckoned by Bryce.
“I swung by your place this morning to see if you wanted a ride. Didn’t look like you were home.” I rolled my eyes.
“Yeah, I was out last night. It’s fine.” Bryce’s eyes went back and forth between the two of us.
“You smell like strawberries.” Monty added. I tried to hide my blush and bit back a giggle.
“Do I?” He sniffed himself. “You said it wouldn’t be that strong Addy.”
“Yeah, it’s not. If you use a normal amount. You used more shampoo than I do. I wasn’t going to say anything about it though.” He made a face and I caught Monty’s eye. I smiled politely back at him, trying to keep appearances and all. “I’m sure you could ask Jeff for some of whatever makes him smell like that.” The group of boys looked at me with slightly wide eyes. “You want to deny that he smells good?” A few shrugs and head shakes were the answer. I turned when I heard him laughing with Clay and Leah. “Speak of the saintly devil. Hey Jeff Atkins.”
“Addison Hawthorne, what can I do for you today?”
“Justin smells like girl and apparently that’s a bad thing now.”
“It is when I smell like you.”
“Hey. I smell nice you jerk.”
“I know you do. But I don’t want to smell like you.”
“Ah. You need body spray. Come to my locker and I’ve got you. You coming, Addison?” He’s the only person who uses my full name and doesn’t sound like I’m in trouble. Maybe Monty will sound nice using it.
“Yeah. I’m headed that way for French anyway.” He nodded and the five of us made our way to his locker, Monty’s eyes boring into me as we went.
I was sitting in the library working on some homework during my free period, listening to a playlist on Spotify, when I was interrupted by someone dropping their bag on the table. “Jesus Christ.” I exclaimed. I looked up as my- my what exactly? -Monty sat in the chair across from me. “Oh, it’s just you.” Mystery solved; I went back to my homework.
“Sorry.” He mumbled as he leaned back. He appeared to be making himself comfortable.
“We are at school you know.”
“I noticed that, yeah.”
“People might notice you’re sitting with me.”
“We share classes. You’re friends with someone on the football team. Not going to cause that much of a stir.”
“Alright. Since you’re here and we share classes, did you finish the chemistry assignment?”
“Yeah. Need to copy some answers? Am I rubbing off on you already?”
“No, I just want to make sure I did question seven right.” I heard him hum and then dig around in his bag, looking for his assignment. “Is your bag also where things go to die?”
“Maybe.”
“Is that a boy thing?”
“Definitely. Here you go.” I compared the answers we had and the work we did. Seeing that it looked right, I nodded.
“Did you actually want something or are you just here to look pretty?” I asked after a while of him sitting and watching me.
“Why does Justin smell like you?”
“He spent the night last night and needed to shower this morning. We ran out of his regular soap and I haven’t had a chance to go to the store to replace it.”
“Why?”
“Why did he stay over? Or why does he have no more soap?”
“Both.”
“His mom was sick, and she didn’t want him to catch anything. He has no more soap because he didn’t tell me he was out until he was going to shower this morning.”
“He has soap at your house?”
“Yeah. He showers at my place when he spends the night and doesn’t always want to smell like, and I quote, ‘girly soap with frilly names’.” He hummed in response. It didn’t seem like he was too impressed with my explanation. Oh well. Before he could voice his displeasure, the bell rang. “I’ll see you tomorrow Monty.” I muttered as I gathered my things and walked away, leaving him to brood by himself.
Saturday came around and we had a fantastic time on our movie date. He gave me some playful crap about my movie snack choice. We drove around for a bit afterwards, just listening to the radio and enjoying each other’s company. He had his hand placed on my thigh, as though it was made to fit in his grip. It felt like the natural place for it to sit. We didn’t really want to call it a night just yet. But we also didn’t know what to talk about. Our superficial conversations flowed easily. The issue came when we had deeper things to talk about. It felt like to go any deeper, we had to define what we were first. That didn’t seem like the kind of conversation to have after a movie date, at this time of night. It was past ten when he dropped me off. I crept into the house quietly. My dad was sitting in the living room watching tv. He didn’t even acknowledge that I had gotten in. I didn’t really care anymore, since I was used to him paying little to no mind to me.
Upstairs, I changed into my cat pyjama bottoms and an old t-shirt. I was ready for bed shortly after. I cracked my window open some to let in some fresh air and spent some time scrolling through Instagram under my blankets. I liked some of my friends’ posts and commented on others. I lost track of time when I started watching videos and was brought back to reality when I heard what sounded like my name being called quietly outside. Thinking it was Justin coming over unexpectedly, I stood up and opened my window all the way. I motioned for him to climb the ‘decorative’ ladder I had my parents install. It does fit the house better than lattice. I was startled once again, when Monty poked his head up in my window. “Monty? What are you doing here?”
“Hey. I couldn’t sleep. Can I come in?”
“Yeah, sure. You’re up here now.” He nodded and I watched as he climbed and then fell through my window, extremely ungracefully. The accompanying thud did little to make the situation better. “Fuck Monty. Make some more noise why don’t you? I don’t think the people in Tibet heard you.” I glanced at my door and waited a minute. When no knock came, I let out a breath.
“Sorry. I’m sure I could knock a thing or two off the shelves while I’m here though. Oh, by the way, you should really look before inviting people in through your window. I could have been an axe murderer.”
“Please don’t. I thought you were Justin. He comes over unannounced sometimes.”
“Still.” He sat on my bed and took in his surroundings, now that I had turned on my lamp. “Cute room. Very much what I pictured.” I sat next to him and tried to put myself in his place as I looked around. I examined the cream walls. The black and white furniture. The books piled on my desk neatly. The fresh lilacs on my dresser between pictures of my friends and me. My jewelry holders in the corner of my dresser. The mirror on my closet door. He’s not wrong. It’s what I would have pictured too.
“Not that I’m upset about seeing you again, but what are you doing here Monty?”
“Told you. I couldn’t sleep. I needed to see you.”
“Alright. Uh… were you planning on staying or…?”
“I could stay if you want. Or I can go in a while. It’s your room.”
“If you stay, you have to be gone out the window in the morning.”
“That sounds doable.” He leaned back and made himself comfortable. Okay then. I mean, not opposed to him sleeping in my bed, but it’s a little early for that. I shrugged and crawled in beside him. I felt him pull me closer into his side and rolled over to face him.
“I wouldn’t have pegged you for a cuddler.”
“What can I say, I’m full of surprises.”
“Clearly. The first one was that I make you nervous.” I giggled.
“And why is that surprising?” he smirked back at me.
“Because you don’t seem like the type to get nervous around girls. And don’t say you weren’t nervous.”
“I wasn’t.”
“Bull. But whatever helps you sleep at night.” I smiled. “Are you going to sleep in your jeans?”
“Do you want me to take my jeans off?” he asked, smirking slightly.
“It just seems like it would be uncomfortable to spend the whole night in jeans, is all. Don’t be getting any ideas, you.”
“I said nothing.” He laughed. I smiled and rolled my eyes at him.
“You thought it. I know you did.”
He shrugged. “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. No rule that says I can’t think that about my girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend?” I squeaked. We hadn’t defined what we were. I wasn’t expecting this conversation to happen for a while yet, if at all.
“Yeah. Did you think I just ask anyone on dates?”
“I mean, I guess not…?”
“I don’t.”
“Okay.” I nodded, before resting my head on his broad chest. After a few beats of silence, I spoke up. “Hey Monty?”
“Yeah Addy?”
“Can… would it… could we keep this between us for now?”
He paused for a minute, “yeah. If that’s what you want, then we can keep it quiet for now.”
“It’s just that I don’t want to deal with people’s opinions or anything, you know?”
“By people’s, do you mean your friends?”
“And other people. You know how the kids we go to school with can be.”
“That’s true. They’ll run with this.”
“Yup.” It was quiet for a time again, while we just listened to each other’s breathing. “Monty?” I whispered.
“Yes?” he whispered back.
“Good night.”
“Good night. I’ll wake you before I leave in the morning.” I kissed his chest softly before drifting off to sleep.
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a messy explanation of things and unnecessary information about life lately
soooo... right. i’m sorry i haven’t really been around aside from popping in here and there, and that i’ve been taking longer than usual to reply to things / not replying to things at all. it’s NOT that i’m upset with anyone or trying to ignore / avoid anyone, and it’s not that i don’t care / don’t love talking to you (whomstever you may be) i love chatting with y’all and wish i could get myself to reply to things quicker but i do not control the me lmfao honestly my sleep has never had a schedule but in recent weeks it’s kinda been operating like there’s a lil gremlin in my head who spins a wheel and picks my sleeping times at random - and it’s either like.. two hours or most of a day. there hasn’t been a lot of in between so that’s a thing!!
also in a fun added mix of maybe sleep?, missing meds, being stuck in the house more often than not, and the FUCKING EVERYTHING happening in the world right now my mental health is... probably run by the same goblin that runs my sleep schedule lmao consistency whomst?? since the lockdown started the depression has of course been around more but actually, worse than that, is how my anxiety - and by extension: my ocd - have really amped up and i need y’all to know that the struggle is painfully real (and another thing that affects shit like my replies and writing. reading as well. fics have been kinda stressful and that should be illegal. who authorized this?) i don’t hate talking about it but i don’t really like it either?? especially like.. in depth. but i will say there has been crying, screaming, pain!, and i’ve acquired a few physical injuries.
so
yeah
on a personal level - a ‘just me’ level - shit is an even bigger mess than usual lmao but all these things will get better eventually - they always do.
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NOW
ON A PERSONAL LEVEL - THE FULL LEVEL - THINGS.... are pretty great actually! i mean aside from the state of my fucking house e__e but Josh has been working from home for two (2) months now and it’s been really nice - people complaining about their partners being home?? can’t relate. yknow what?? i just might love that tall bastard even more from all this.fuck all y’all miserable fucks
we’ve been going out for drives and we’ve gone fishing and the only place i’ve gone too that’s re-opened is goodwill. because i require.. the shop. they do have a masks required rule! (at least at the one here) and, alongside that, the places we’ve gone that never closed (like grocery stores and the gas station and the hardware store) have social distancing rules and stuff in place which i love. can we keep social distancing after this is all over?? more things here in wisconsin are opening up and we might go to some. idk though. we also might not. either way its still a weird kind of exciting to see things opening back up?? even though i do think we’re not totally in the clear because most of our gov. sucks (our mayor tried to extend our stay-at-home order - keyword there is TRIED. we are the land of cheese, cows, and no fucking braincells for anyone)
having pets is obviously not a new thing for me but it’s still a thing. so it takes time and effort and energy and patience and love and a certain disregard for your own safety (claws. they really be as sharp as you think) so... it can be stressful, especially cuz we’ve had to keep them inside more as it gets hot out and something keeps breaking our porch screens (our cats are allowed onto our screened in porch or they can go out in a harness but we will never let them run free outside. fuck that noise) my bbies are all so cute and their personalities and idiosyncrasies are just... *chefs kiss* i love em and they’re definitely a part of what has made quarantine better
i’ve seen my mom a few times, like for my birthday and when she needed help moving Isaiah from one dorm to another and such, but that’s primarily been an option because she has become anti-mask and anti-stay-at-home-order. initially she wasn’t - she gave Isaiah and i fun lil masks since at that time trying to buy them would be impossible and she thought nothing of staying home - but i guess either as its dragged on or as she’s consumed her middle-right wing news that changed s o. she does take social distancing in public very seriously though, so at least there’s that. our favorite coffee shop, where we - pre-lockdown - always went one (1) or two (2) times a week to do art for hours re-opens on monday and that’s one of the few things i’ve truly missed.
josh’s camping trip for this weekend with his friends had to be cancelled because the parks weren’t going to open in time. so today they’re going somewhere to do at least some of the things they would have done if they had gone camping. bikes, bonfires, and cigars. i’m kinda jealous negl but he was really excited about it so mostly i’m happy
trying to figure out how human services was running things during lockdown was rough but thankfully it didn’t take much to get it sorted. mostly because my mom made the phone call i was supposed to lol (the phone anxiety is on its own level) so wednesday afternoon my mom sat with me while i had the appointment with my psychiatrist over speakerphone (which was.. an experience)
ummm.....
OH YEAH! Probably absolutely my favorite thing that’s happened is: WE’RE STARTING THE SEARCH FOR A NEW HOUSE!!!! it doesn’t mean we’re gonna be moving soon or anything, we don’t want to make the same mistake twice (buying the first house you tour that you love) because while it is a great house ultimately it is way too small for us. i mean there’s me and josh, all six cats, and ALL OUR SHIT. listen: i have an entire room dedicated to my various hobbies. and a walk in closet that isn’t big enough. and we both have collections we love and want to display (right now upstairs its hello kitty and downstairs its astronomy and the titanic. and then there’s pop figures, mtg, collectibles, our bottle collection and various knickknacks, etc.) plus all our books! then furniture and cat furniture (i.e towers) and all their shit because they are spoiled babies. and god forbid we ever have a human kid?? yeah. it’s just not big enough.
so we’re gonna take more time with this choice but what we do know is:: we wanna live out in the country (i’m paranoid and don’t like to be looked at and he loves the outdoors, lived on a farm for awhile. i also enjoy the outdoors but mostly since we moved into this house i’ve struggled with doing anything outside... while we only have one neighbor on our road. but there’s one across the road and one at the other side of our backyard and that’s just too much lol)
lets see.. um.... my birthday was may 2nd and that was pretty nice, for a pandemic birthday. there’s been a lot of stuff happening involving josh’s family but that’s not something i really wanna get into on here, tho i will say things have been better in recent weeks and it’s been... really nice. josh and i went to his mom’s house the other night and got drunk with her for fun and i actually had a really good time?? and didn’t complain about going?? that’s kinda unheard of.
i don’t have a job anymore - haven’t since early march-ish - and it kinda sucks but also the universe really did me a solid because my choices were either allow myself to work until i have a mental break again or quit. and i was leaning towards quitting (things had been going down hill with the owner and other employees and just the business as a whole for awhile and there’s a limit to the amount of bullshit i can take thanks) but now it doesn’t seem i have to. why do i think i’m jobless? i was barely working anyway, bc of the snow business was slow, and in march i got really sick and stayed home for a week. the day i was supposed to go back i was still sick, and covid19 was starting to become more of a serious situation everywhere, so josh called in for me and explained that between still being sick and my anxiety over covid (asthma + a not so great immune system) i wasn’t going in that day. i never heard from them again. so.
but it’s all good - there are some options but i’m not looking into them seriously until it’s safe to.
SO
THAT’S ALL OF FUCKING THAT ON THAT
i felt it wouldn’t be a bad idea to come on here and explain A. what’s been going on and B. where i’ve been and C. that if i haven’t responded to you or acknowledged something you sent me / tagged me in it’s literally just because i either forgot to (for all reasons and none) or i don’t have the mental space / energy to. but that doesn’t mean you have to stop talking to me! even if i don’t respond or respond immediately i do read everything and i would die for any one of you fuckers (especially my clowns and the tom hardy movie)
oh! and just btw - sometimes i don’t get notifications (quelle surprise) tumblr and skype should really pair up and talk about their truly great systems that function so well /s 8| ANYWAY: the best and most reliable ways to get my attention are twitter ( @/mieczyhale) and discord (same name) because i have yet to see their notifications fail. ahem.
i feel like i’m missing things / forgetting things but honestly this post is long enough and also enough of a rambley mess that i’m just gonna try and ignore that feeling and carry on with my goddamn day so i might actually accomplish something. sorry if there’s spelling off or missing words. i’m not taking the time to re-read this and might even delete it bc it’s already giving me anxiety bUT WE’LL SEE ALRIGHT HI AND BYE I LOVE YOU GUYS <3
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1. Name cianna [see-ah-nah]
2. Nationality mexican irish german romanian hungarian french
3. Age 20
4. Birthday december 17, 1999
5. Zodiac sign (or your primal zodiac sign) sun: sagittarius; ascendant: leo; moon: aries
6. Gender female
7. Sexuality uhhhhhhhhhhhh idk but i will willingly kiss either gender
8. Your looks (add a picture or describe yourself) /tagged/my-face or u could just google pictures of fat rats
9. What do you/did you study? I’m currently a sophomore nursing major!
10. What's your current job like?/What job would you like to have? I’m currently a microbiology TA and I love it :) My dream job would be something with animals, like a vet tech or veterinarian
11. Your birth order i’m the oldest!
12. How many siblings do you have? 2 younger brothers
13. Do you have good relations with your family? my mom was my best friend, my dad and i get along better now that i’m in college, my brothers and i get along pretty well & we’re staring to get closer now that they’re getting older n growing up n developing their own personalities lol
14. How many friends do you have? errrr idk this is a hard question. i have a lot of acquaintances but i’d say i have maybe like less than 10 real friends??
15. Your relationship status single :D
16. What do you look for in a SO? funny!!!!!!!!!must be humorous!!!!and sarcastic and a little weird w darker sense of humor so we can laugh n be dumb together!!!!!!! also i would like them to be kind to me and those around them bc mean ppl suck. also they have to like animals. also i would like them to be loyal and trustworthy and 110% in love w me. and for physical stuff idk kinda attractive but NOT CONVENTIONALLY ATTRACTIVE like i personally don't really like the typically ‘attractive’ person???
17. Do you have a crush? currently in love w the cute chinese boy who lives across from my dorm room even tho i have never even spoken to him n he is totally unaware of my existence!!!!!!!! hahah oops :D
18. When did you have your first kiss? i mean technically 3rd grade i think but that doesn't really count so like maybe 16????
19. Do you prefer serious and meaningful relationships or casual dating/one night stands? i mean in the long term i would definitely like to have a serious relationship but at the moment i’m only into casual stuff bc my heart isn't ready to be broken again sknfkjdbnkjd
20. What are your deal breakers? errrr i’m not sure....cheating is a no no, ppl that are interested in fucking every single person they see is a turn off, DUMB PEOPLE like ppl you can't even have a proper conversation with bc they're so DUMB, and ppl who r mean/judgmental/arrogant
21. How was your day? ok! accidentally slept thru my math class but caught a glimpse of my crush across campus when he was abt to smoke a cig and i got chipotle n i online shopped a ton from shein
22. Favourite food & drink deep dish spinach pizza from giordano’s & orange vitamin water
23. What position do you sleep in? i fall asleep on my left side hugging a body pillow
24. What was your last dream about? ate a braid of hair and inside the braid was bacon
25. Your fears not going to make it thru nursing school, not being financially stable as an adult, not having a family of my own, probably more but those r currently top 3
26. Your dreams i don't have any idk....maybe having like a house of my own and having as many animals as i want?? and i would like a loving partner with a daughter of our own
27. Your goals survive nursing school and lose 40 pounds and don't die before my cat
28. Any pets? i have a dog named cherry Cola, a cat named Leto, and a betta fish named Perc
29. What are your hobbies? writing stories about people in love, listening to music
30. Any cool places in your area? in my college town??? NO it sucks. in my hometown??? Not really it’s a small lil village with only restaurants and parks. but at home i’m near downtown chicago so that’s cool i guess
31. What was your last awkward situation? the first thing that comes to mind is my FIRST and so far ONLY encounter with my crush. we live in the same dorm building and i was wearing my nursing scrubs and had no make up on and about to go upstairs to my dorm, and then i heard footsteps and i was like ‘hahaha what if its my crush’ AND THEN HE FUCKIGJNG appeared from down the hallway to go back to HIS DORM [which is RIGHT ACROSS FROM MINE] and i literally STARED at him, then threw open the door and RAN UP THE STAIRS LIKE I LITERALLY DIDNT EVEN HOLD THE DOOR OPEN FOR ME AND HE WAS LIKE SO CLOSE BEHIND ME I WAS JUST SO NERVOUS MY FLIGHT OR FIGHT RESPONSE TOOK OVER AND I FUCKING FLED I LITERALLY RAN AWAY FROM HIM I AHTE MYSELF SO MUCH IM SUCH AN IDIOT!!!!!!!!!
32. What is your last regret? errrrr idk i regret a lot of dumb things.......
33. Language/s you can speak English n a LITTLE bit of Spanish
34. Do you believe in astrological stuff? (Zodiac, tarot, etc.) i’m really into zodiac stuff and i have got to say they are pretty spot on in accuracy idk
35. Have any quirks? ummmm ofc!!i am the quirkiest person i know hajnjfxbkjx like if u asked my roommates/friends they’d probably be better at answering this than me bc i don't see anything abt me as quirky but they always tell me i am quirky and do weird things but idk man I'm just existing
36. Your pet peeves err idk currently its ppl that constantly brag about dumb shit
37. Ideal vacation somewhere warm with me + the ocean + the loml + unlimited alcohol
38. Any scars? yeah :D both emotional AND physical!!!!
39. What does your last text message say? ‘ok thats a more than fair statement’
40. Last 5 things from your search history how many carbs should i eat, chipotle bowl calories, is the grim reaper the angel of death, ceftriaxone adverse effects, red man syndrome
41. What's your [device] background? lockscreen is a peach-theme background i made and home screen is my weight loss goals
42. What do you daydream about? the characters in my stories.................and being skinny
43. Describe your dream home pretty brick house??? flowers outside??? 3 floors--main floor, basement and upstairs??? 3 bedrooms n 3 bathrooms maybe??? master bedroom has its own bathroom!!! and open concept main floor. big kitchen and very homey n warm all around. as for like an apartment i want something cozy and aesthetically pleasing and warm
44. What's your religion/Your thought about religion i don't have a religion but if ppl do have a religion then thats not my business
45. Your personality type entj but only bc i got 3% extraverted; i am very closely related to intj tho n i think i fit that one better
46. The most dangerous thing you've done uhhhhhh probably operating a vehicle while high out of my mind. definitely the dumbest thing i ever did 0/10 would recommend anyone ever doing that
47. Are you happy with your current life? its ok but it could probably be better. i want to be done w college and skip to the part where i have a successful career and my own home and i can lay up w the loml every night
48. Some things you've tried in your life alcohol???weed??gummy edibles....
49. What does your wardrobe consist of? sweaters/sweatshirts/leggings
50. Favourite colour to wear? black, maroon, peach, purple, gray, idk
51. How would you describe your style? oh jeez idk i wear whatever i want so like e-girl when i really try and basic white girl when i don't care
52. Are you happy with your current looks? no i hate everything about myself lol
53. If you could change/add something to your appearance - impossible or not - what would it be? more freckles on my face....also be thinner n have longer hair
54. Any tattoos or piercings? my nose and septum are pierced!
55. Do you get complimented often? kinda by my friends but i always yell at them to stop so they don't compliment like as much bc they know i hate it but they still do it sometimes idk
56. Favourite aesthetic? i wanna be an e-girl yo!!!!!!!!!
57. A popular trend that you dislike nobody has a crush on me and i hate it
58. Songs you're currently obsessed with? pied piper by BTS
59. Song you normally wouldn't admit you like. anything by BTS lol i used to like be embarrassed for how much i like k pop but now i don't really care lol #stanBTS2020
60. Favourite genre? rap/r n b/alternative
61. Favourite artist/band/genre? i listen to every genre except country sooooooo yeah i really like billie eilish, BTS, the weeknd, juicewrld, lil nas x, trippie red, post malone,
62. Hated popular songs/artists? i don't rlly like selena gomez or justin bieber or taylor swift
63. Put your music on shuffle and list first 5 only - RY X i.f.l.y. - Bazzi novacane - frank ocean jungle - drake bang! - trippie redd
64. Can you sing or play any instruments? no and no
65. Do you like karaoke? no but i like to sing along to songs when I'm alone
66. Own any albums? haha noooo i got apple music son
67. Do you listen to radio? What stations? errr RARELY i used to listen to r n b stations tho
68. Favourite movie/series? idk donnie darko?? i also just finished tharntype n that was really good. also i liked tokyo ghoul. AND GIVEN IS REALLY GOOD
69. Favourite genre of movies/books/etc i like horror/scary/paranormal/funny movies and i like love stories in books
70. Your fictional crush/es danny phantom, ken kaneki
71. Which fictional character is you? uhhhh idk...
72. Are you a shipper? List your otps, if so frerard, ryden, taekook, mewgulf
73. Favourite greek god? idk they all kinda suck but maybe hades
74. A legend from where you live that you like i don't really know any:(
75. Do you like art? What's your favourite work or artist? i like to look at art! i think van gogh is cool
76. Can you share your other social media? ig: ciannnna venmo: ciannnna
77. Favourite youtubers? i don't really watch youtubers but maybe shane dawson and emma chamberlain
78. Favourite platform? twitter
79. How much time do you spend on the internet? too much time
80. What video games have you played? Which one's your favourite? i once played GTA5 that was fun!
81. Your favourite books (manga also counts) idk i don't really read anymore:/ i was into the hunger games and the twilight series when i was young. now i kinda read online manga and i really liked BJ Alex and killing stalking. and like for online books the unholyverse series, a splitting of the mind, the anatomy of a fall
82. Do you play board/card games? no but i like to play checkers and uno and cards against humanity
83. Have you ever been to a night marathon in cinema? nopee
84. Favourite holiday halloween is cool also christmas is alright bc gifts
85. Are you into dramas? i’ve been getting into thai boys love dramas lol sue me
86. Would you use death note, if you had one? um YES.
87. What changes would you make in the world, no matter how impossible, if you had the power to? everyone needs to be a little kinder and have a crush on me
88. Could you survive a zombie apocalypse? absolutely not I'm not physically fit and don't have useful skills
89. If you had to be turned into a paranormal being, what would it be? vampire duh [or maybe ghost]
90. What would you want to happen to you after your death? i want to see my mom
91. If you had to change your name, what would be your pick? idk something cool ... i love the name Daisy
92. Who would you switch your life with for a week? idk probably kylie jenner
93. Pick an emoji to be your tattoo idk the alien? 94. Write 3 things about yourself - only one of them must be true -im very productive with my time management skills -my favorite color is purple -i don't get nervous when I'm alone in public
95. Cold or hot? cold
96. Be a hero or be a villain? anti-hero
97. Sing everything you want to say or rhyme? sing if i’m good at it but if I'm not good then rhyme
98. Shapeshifting or controlling time? shapeshifting
99. Be immortal or be immune to everything aside from natural death?immortal
100. ..... or .....? ......?
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Without The Lights~ Billy Hargrove x OC Camille Harper
Chapter 2: Take On Me
A/N: Shorter chapter. Abuse mention. Billy takes a tour of Camille’s mansion on Loch Nora. Also posted on my Ao3. :) Thanks!
Camille waited barely twenty five minutes after she got home before that Camaro was racing down her street. Billy eyed the house and didn’t hide his awe. Sprinklers turned on to water the pristine grass while he smacked his door shut and fixed a curl back into place. A neighbor watering her roses stopped to stare so he winked. Adrenaline pumped and set him on edge, face heating before he pushed the doorbell. She answered in a baggy sweater that fell from one shoulder and tight acid wash jeans.
“Find the place all right?”
“Had some trouble picking the mansions apart on the street.” He earned a scoff when she locked the door.
“Shoes.”
“You’re kidding.” Billy stepped out of his boots and she reached to take his messenger bag, dropping it upon a nearby chair.
“You wanted the tour. Main hall,” she slid open two doors. “Living room.”
“Shit.” The radio played as they went, hurrying off.
“Kitchen, dining room.” She gestured to a glass door. “Back deck... Work out room.”
“Of course you have a pool too.”
“And hot tub.” Her remark pooled heat into his stomach. She'd said so casually like she didn't have ideas. Not like his. “Anyways, coat closet...first bathroom. Main staircase...this way.” Billy looked around at the art. Few photos of the little family framed the walls. He saw her grinning and toothy as a child into the camera. “No comments.”
“Just looking.” Blue eyes lingered on her face.
“We have a rec room in the basement. You’d love it. Couches. Games. Another TV. Best stereo in the house. But, here...second bathroom. Dad’s office. Mom’s studio. Master bedroom...guest room...and at the end: Me. No, you can’t see in my room. We’ll see how the project goes first when we actually start the paper.”
“I get it, you need to judge my performance before you commit.” Billy stepped closer and she laughed. He was game.
“Exactly that.” Camille noticed it then. A welt just peeking out of his hairline. “What happened to your head?”
“Nothing.”
“You were bleeding. It’s dried.”
“You missed a room,” Billy lifted a hand to the sore spot and turned from her. “Attic. Hiding something?”
“Never been in there,” she shrugged.
“You’ve never been in there?”
“Off limits. Dad keeps his work stuff in there, I guess”
“He a spy or some shit?”
“Scientist.” Camille came to his side and repeated herself. “You’re bleeding. Let me look at that.”
“Drop it.”
“Billy-”
“Just fucking drop it, I said!” Billy raised his voice and she reeled back in surprise. His shoulders sank down and he shook his head, nonchalant by force. “It’s stupid, I was in a hurry to get to your damn tour and hit my head.” Immediately, the heat turned off. That damn charm. He wore it like an oversized suit to hide under.
“Sure...” Camille cleared her throat. “But, I can’t have Hawkins' new Keg King bleeding on the grand tour. So, suck it up for two minutes.” Billy gave her a hard look and went into the bathroom, sitting down while she pulled a sterile wipe from a huge first aid kit.
“You came prepared.”
“I was into dancing and gymnastics, I get roughed up…"
He bit his tongue at that.
"This might sting.” Billy turned to stone and didn’t flinch by force when she drew the pad against his hairline. She hissed a little at the welt, gently shifting locks of hair to clean it up. “Nasty bruise coming. But, I think your hair will be fine.” He gave a comedic sigh of relief but stilled when her free hand drew up his chin to angle his face so she could finish. Crystal eyes blinked several times and he said nothing until she slipped from him. Perfume turned him to putty. Stole every move he could have possibly used on her. Seemed unfair. And what's worse was her acting oblivious. “Come on, I’ll order us a pizza while you look over the book list.” Breath heaved to enter his lungs and he swayed up to his feet to follow her out.
** ** **
“Ugh,” Billy slumped back into a chair. "Pick a different one." An empty pizza box sat between them.
“I already read it, you just need to skim. This is basically a free A plus for you and you're complaining."
"Guess." He glanced at her. Glowing and unworried like a rosy pink firework. Felt like it was about to go off in his face.
"Face it, Billy, you just hit the jackpot.” Camille laughed openly at him. She wasn't wrong there. “The Scarlet Letter. Easy read.” Deft fingers flicked through pages of the assignment and idly turned a TV channel to some martial arts flick. A character expertly spun under another to dodge a fist before they whirled their leg up, knocking their foe in the head. Camille lost her next thought and didn’t hear Billy whine about the paper, eyes wider and intent on the swift fighting.
“Whoa...hey. You’re, uh...” Billy was stuffing a pile of napkins toward her and Camille snapped back. Blood tricked from her nose.
“Shit, not now,” she jerked up, grabbing the ball of papers from him to cover it. Billy was a little stunned when she raced into a nearby bathroom. Really not his idea of how this day was supposed to go. A headache pulsed at the front of her brain. “Ugh.” Camille pinched napkins down and huffed, sniffing before she washed her nose with soap. Fuck and in front of the damn keg king too. She opened the door and he was there, reaching for the handle. Not a shy boy at all. Billy dropped his arm and tilted his head in question. Eyes narrowed so she explained. “I have this thing and I just get these dumb, little chronic nosebleeds. Happened ever since I was little. Think it might be worse, I must be lucky.”
“You dying?” He roused a giggle from her lips.
“No, not dying. I think. Just a stupid health thing. Never had that great an immune system when I was younger. I take pills for it.” She shrugged. “I’m better at hiding it when I’m at school. Few close friends know.”
“So, I’m a close friend now."
"Didn't mean it like that."
"Yet, you opened your mouth and said it to my face. Can't take it back. We bled together, Harpy.” Here he was, trapping her into another door frame. Teasing and dramatic. Completely charged and aware. Insufferable.
“Not sure it works that way but, cute that you do,” Camille poked his chest and went around him. Cute. Queen Bee was quick on feet as well. He couldn't fathom it. “Read the book, Hargrove. Really impress me.”
“What I heard is that I have a chance?” Billy smirked to himself and packed his bag while she dug into a bookcase.
“Hm. Take my copy and we’ll meet Saturday.” She handed him the novel when he looked her up and down. Not once did she try to make a move.
“My house this time. Dad’ll be out with Susan. If you’re not afraid of my side of town.”
“I've seen Hawkins from all angles, babe. I want a tour.” She batted her lashes, craning to get closer to his face.
“You got it,” Billy tore a page from his notebook to scribble his address. “Two o’clock.”
“I’ll be there,” she led him to the door and opened it. “See you at school.” Big eyes with nothing again. Billy lingered to study her face before relenting. He could try the slow approach. Camille waited until he got into his car to shut the door, locking it. Billy watched each light go off within the house until she was upstairs. Licking his lips, he chuckled openly to himself before starting the vehicle to speed home.
Billy gave it his best to skim the damn book that night, debating it before he fell into bed. Flicking the novel open, a single light in his room illuminated the pages while he stretched out atop the covers. Billy ended up reading until his eyes hurt. He fell asleep like that, book pressed open against his chest.
The school bell was more irritating than usual that morning, Camille rubbed her head when a body slipped into the desk behind her. Fingers tugged once at a silken piece of hair and her head whipped, hand smacking at his.
“What?” She hissed through teeth at his grin.
“I skimmed it,” Billy leaned forward so she turned to face the chalkboard.
“What’s the main character’s name?”
“Ah, Fester or something.”
“I’m impressed.” Camille tried not to laugh.
“I got it?”
“No, you’re totally wrong but the thought was there,” she turned to peer over her shoulder, winking. A touch of fire swelled there in the depths. “Keep skimming, Billy.”
“I intend to.” He muttered when she faced the front again. His tone sent her all aflutter. “You’re not taking language classes and I see you with a different language book every time we meet. The hell?”
“Some of us collect hobbies.” Camille shrugged, sorting through her bag for a pencil when the second bell rang. The headache didn’t get better with each passing class. She tried harder to focus and sniffled on blood during chemistry. Billy furrowed his brow and looked up from the worksheet in front of him. He knew he failed that damn quiz. Another thing to please his dear old dad. Partners talked around them, filling in the blanks from textbooks. Without speaking, Camille got up and paced to the front of the class to whisper to their teacher. She left the room and didn’t come back for ten minutes. Billy fiddled with his earring and watched her fidget when she did return.
“Stop staring,” she’d uttered after another five and Billy’s eyes snapped aside.
“Acting weird, queenie.”
“Stupid headache,” she snuck a pill and gulped from a water bottle in her bag. The rest of the day was desperately slow. Camille rolled down the windows of her car and inhaled dry air, heaving a breath before she sped out of the parking lot. Billy watched her go when Max came around on a skateboard.
“Ah, ah...backseat.”
“Another girl.” His stepsister scoffed and Billy was too distracted to get annoyed.
“Hey, Billy. Movie starts at six.” A pretty girl approached so his grin crept wide.
“Tammy,” he cocked his head so she’d get in. “We have time to kill.” Max could only roll her eyes in the backseat.
** ** **
“You mom said you weren’t feeling well, don’t push the exercise tonight,” Noah walked in on his daughter following a peppy dance instructor on TV.
“Just a headache, I’m feeling better.” She lied, smiling as she did so.
“Nosebleeds?”
“No,” came a second. Camille wasn’t sure why. “Hey, I’m going to Billy’s house Saturday, we have this paper we need to do.”
“Billy?”
“New boy, you remember."
"New boy?" The details of her teenage existence always escaped him.
"Strode paired us, I can’t be rid of him.” She turned the TV down and continued stretching, following the movements with ease. Noah took note.
“This a new video?”
“I go through them so quick, I got most of them down without the video,” Camille was too focused.
"See if Edna can find you some more to keep you entertained." He'd offered.
"Sure," she gave a shrug. Always nice to keep busy with them gone. “I won’t be out too late.”
“You know to-”
“Call and check in if it runs later, yes, dad. Promise.” Camille grew amused. “I’ll be here awhile longer. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, honey.”
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Turning tables III
Word count: 1665
Warnings: none
Author’s note: Looking back on unfinished stuff so I try to continue it
Recent: Supergirl
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I // II
“Are you threatening me?”
“You bet!”
The ringing of your alarm let you wake up with a start. You turned it off without looking and headed to the bathroom. As you were done with a quick was you walked down the stairs. You mubled a quiet “Good morning” to your mother.
“Good morning my dear. I won’t be home the whole day. You have to see what you can eat for lunch. There are still some leftovers from yesterday.”
“Don’t worry. I will stay in school longer anyway. I pick something on my way.”
“Oh why are you staying longer? Do you have a meeting for the school paper?”
“No. Everyone has to do a photo project for our art class and the best once will be presented at the school festival in two weeks and there will also be some kind of price.”
“I see. So you and Irene will work on it?”
“Irene is not my partner”, you stared at the bowl of cereals while biting your lip. A lump had formed in your throat.
“Whaat? I thought the two of you are inseparable.”
I thought so too. “I don’t wanna talk about it.” Your appetite was gone. You stood up and put the bowl in the sink and went upstairs.
You picked the phone from your nightstand and turned it on. Immediately it showed you two missed calls by Seokjin. You dialled his number and called him.
“Good morning, Y/N”, it chirped after a second.
You gulped away the lump and greeted him back.
“I wanted to suggest to pick you up. I know you don’t like taking the bus and it is raining.”
You shrugged but then realised he could not see it. “If it not too much of a bother I would love that.”
“You knwo you are never a bother to me”, his sweet words made you smile.
“Thank you.”
“Not therefor. But are you alright? You sound a little down”, his tone had changed to worried.
You could not help but let a small smile graze over your lips. He knew you too well. “I am fine. Just a little tired”, still you lied. You did not want to talk about that topic till you knew what you felt about it.
“Punctual as always”, you praised Seokjin who pulled up your driveway at exactly 7:30.
“Of course.” He opened the door for you from the driver seat and smiled. Immediately your mood raised again.
“Thanks for picking me. This weather seriously is shit.”
“No problem”, he looked over his shoulder while backing out, “I know that you would melt since you are made out of sugar.”
You hit his arm while laughing. “What are you saying?”
“Hey, hey. No violence against the driver and it was meant to be a compliment.”
“How is that a compliment?”, you snorted.
“Since you are so sweet.”
You cringed at his words. “That was really bad. Don’t use this one on any girl.”
“You know that I am only interested in you.” He winked at me from the side.
“Stop it! What is up with you today? Since when are you so flirty in the morning”, you hid your face in your hands to not let him see you blushing. Even though he is fooling you could not help but feel effected by his words.
“Just feeling like being nice to you.” He showed you a genuine smiled.
“Alright I let you pass that one.” You stroked his cheek gently. You felt him stiffen under your touch for a second and you wondered why. Quickly you pulled your hand back.
After this the both of you stayed in an awkward silence. It was not far to school when Seokjin started speaking again: “So I have to admit I also had another intention of driving you today. I wanted to talk to you because of that project- and Taehyung-thing.” He seemed nervous. “Why did you chose him as a partner? I thought you cannot stand him and his friends.”
“I cannot. They are arrogant rich kids.”
“But-”
“But that has nothing to do with me choosing Taehyung. I gotta admit it was an impulsive decision and I am not sure if I will regret it. On the other hand it is too late anyway so I have to face what is coming.”
“Okay that is true”, he seemed lost in his thoughts for a second, “But how come you even thought about choosing him?”
“He asked me”, you explained dryly.
“So there was no other reason?”, Seokjin enquired while parking in a lot.
You cocked an eyebrow at him. “What are you hinting at?”
“Well he never showed interest in you before why should he ask you all of the sudden?”
“I don’t know, Seokjin. Maybe he just felt like it”, you snorted exiting the car first getting annoyed by such a conversation early in the morning. When you started walking towards the school he already was back at your side.
“I am just asking Y/N. I am afraid he is planning something.”
You stopped in your tracks exhaling loudly while massaging the bridge of your nose. “Seokjin, let me explain you one thing. We are talking about Kim Taehyung! The guy who once prepared a lecture for our spanish class and really thought it would be okay to do it all in english. I think that much of powerful intelligence I can handle on my own. So stop acting like a fucking father towards me!” You entered the building not waiting for Seokjin.
Once you got to the lockers you saw Irene from afar. Immediately your steps slowed down. Unsure if you wanted to talk to her that decision was made for you, since when she saw you, she huffed and slammed the locker’s door dramatically while walking away to the opposite direction. Your heart felt heavy as you watched her walking away. The two of you never had a greater argument than over what movie to watch. This was serious.
Sighing out loud you went to your locker pulling out the things you needed for your chemistry class. No greater fun than talking about carbons in the morning. Your biggest problem was that you were normally sitting next to Irene. Listlessly you entered the classroom. As you headed to your usual place you spotted it was taken but not by Irene. Jeon Jungkook was grinning at you while Irene did her best to stare a hole into her book. She was sitting at the window side next to no other but Jimin of course. Another sting in your heart as you walked past her stopping in front of your table staring down at Jungkook.
“Good morning”, he greeted you happy.
“What are you doing here?” It was obvious but you still asked.
“Irene asked if we could change seats and I really liked that idea so I agreed. I thought like this we could get to know each other better.”
“I think I am fine.” You stated coldly while letting yourself fall down next to him.
I hate this day.
“Fuck Taehyung. Y/N is such a bitch”, Jungkook bit into the donut angrily.
Taehyung started laughing. “Maybe you just cannot handle her.”
“And you think you can?”, he spat.
“I am not there yet but I surely will be able in the near future.” He smiled to himself before getting up to his feet. “Apropos Y/N. We are meeting now.” He wiggled his eyebrows seductively. “Don’t beat yourself up about it little Kookie and start ordering the beer for the party.” He patted Jungkook’s shoulder from where he was shoved off a second later.
“Oh you are so full of yourself Taehyung-ah. You will see. She will make you suffer as well.”
“Bla bla, bye loser.” He stalked off.
He was humming a song to himself when he made his way to the library. Just when he turned around the corner towards the corridor he jumped back again.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?! Why are you standing just around the corner?!” Taehyung put one hand to his chest to calm his beating heart.
“I was waiting for you”, seokjin said firmly.
Taehyung had gathered himself in a second and straightened his position. “Oh to what do I owe the honour of that?”, he mocked sarcastically.
“I want to talk. About Y/N.”
“I could have guessed. Unfortunately I do not have time right now since I have to meet up with said person.” Taehyung wanted to walk past him but Seokjin blocked his way.
“Listen Kim! I am serious here. Y/N might not see it but you and I both know that you not just somehow find interest in her. I don’t know what you are planning but I swear to god if you hurt her in any way I will-”
“You will what? Call all your big friends and beat me up?”, Taehyung teased while setting up and arrogant grin.
In a heartbeat he was grabbed by the collar and pushed against the wall. Taehyung was actually startled for a second but did not let it surface. “I will do even worse if necessary. She might just be some girl to you but she means a lot to me.”
“I know. I know, Jinnie”,Taehyung put his hand on top of Seokjin’s to make him loosen his grip. “Don’t worry about her. I will take good care of her.”
“You won’t do shit. Besides doing work for the project you will not meet up with her. I don’t want you touching her in any way. You will not get to treat her like all the other girls you just used as toys. Do you hear me?”, his grip tightened once again.
“Are you threatening me?”
“You bet!” Seokjin shoved him against the wall one more time before releasing him and walking away.
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Gentle Men and Selfless Women - Chapter 1: First Makings of a True Gentleman!
Gonta's goal in life is to become true gentleman! Gentlemen strong and polite and smart and have lots of friends! But... Gonta not smart. And Gonta does not have a lot of friends... But maybe that change, because some new friends arrive to help Gonta, even though Gonta scare people away. Still... Gonta try his best! And with new friends, everything will go well for Gonta!
this story runs somewhat concurrently with In the Same Boat, and is part of the same continuity as Lack of Dependency
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To be gentleman, one must be kind. To be gentleman, one must be honest. To be gentleman, one must be refined. To be-
“Gonta! Are you awake, dear?” A voice, one from far away, caught Gonta Gokuhara's attention. Good thing Gonta's hearing very good. His vision cleared, and Gonta remembered his surroundings. Gonta was in his room at home. Or... other home, rather. Nothing like old room. Gonta's other room was much smaller than old room, with real walls and ceiling to keep out rain and wind. Gonta's other room have books, one of which Gonta was reading. It had bed and desk and window, and lots of soft play things, and also clothes. Very nice room. Still nothing like Gonta's old room.
“Um... Gonta awake!” Gonta yelled. He got up off chair, quickly marking page in book with something on desk. Small paper, made to mark book page. “Give one moment, Gonta not dressed!” At moment, Gonta only have undershirt and strange undergarment on. Named 'boxer shorts'. Very strange, but still comfortable. But gentleman not wear undergarment out in public, especially not when being called. So Gonta threw on black button up (even though small buttons hard to button up, Gonta still wear them because button ups very gentlemanly), navy blazer (which Gonta can't close because Gonta's muscles very big), and matching navy pants. No time to fiddle with tie. Gonta put in pocket anyway.
“Gonta coming!” Gonta threw open door to his room, once again taking in sight of fancy hallway. Still very hard to get used to new home. Very bright, but not bright in same way as sun. Fake lights very harsh, and bounce off of lot of metal things on tables and on walls. Still, no time to get distracted, Gonta's presence needed. He jogged down the hallway, emerging on upper level of foyer.
Below Gonta, on first floor, there three women at front door. One is Gonta's Mom. Very pretty, love Gonta very much, even if it hard for him to speak in same way she does. Two other women though, Gonta never seen before.
First woman tall, taller than Gonta's Mom, and very elegant. Hair short, pale green, and her eyes green too. Her skin very pale, much more than Gonta, but clear and healthy. However, Gonta could also see hidden strength. She looked like she could fight even Gonta, her posture so strong and confident. But her dress very expensive looking, long and black, though it also have second, white layer underneath. She have very strapping tie too, dark purple. She was talking to Gonta's mom when Gonta show up, and when she looked up at him, her eyes analyze Gonta very closely. Gonta could feel piercing gaze, like she look into Gonta's soul itself.
Other new woman much, much different. Very pale blonde hair, almost white, also very long and and wavy and tied up in loose but big style. Her skin darker than Gonta's, very 'sun-kissed' (Gonta hear that term in movie once, and liked it very much). She was short, and she have excited blue eyes that look up at Gonta too, and he can feel her joy from all the way upstairs. Her posture looked peppy, and Gonta could see her bouncing on balls of feet. She had big yellow coat, very eye catching, as well as thin looking white shirt and short white skirt. Big difference to elegant lady next to her. In addition, she had big, big bag at her side.
“Ah, hello!” Gonta waved happily at the two new figures. The yellow coat lady waved back, just as excited. After moment, elegant lady waved back as well. Gonta was excited. Were these new friends? Gentlemen have lots of friends, which meant Gonta needed new friends, and lots of them. “Give Gonta one moment!” Gonta stepped back, smoothing out pants and shirt. He then started preparing to jump down to floor one, but remembered Dad's words of wisdom: 'Gentlemen don't jump from the second floor, Gonta. Gentlemen use the stairs like normal, well adjusted people.' Right, no jump. Gonta need to go to stairs and head downstairs that way.
“As you might have been able to see...” Gonta's mother began, shaking her head with a sigh. “Gonta's got a big heart, but well... he's not very well adjusted. It's been, what, a year since he's come back to us, and yet he hasn't improved at all, even with all the help we've tried to hire for him.”
“...Maybe so.” Kirumi began, hand on her chin. “But these things take time, Mrs. Gokuhara. I see the potential within your son, but these things don't come quickly.”
“Nya ha ha!” Kirumi's new... partner chimed in, striking a peppy pose. “Yes, Kirumi is correct, ma'am! Atua says that potential needs to be cultivated, slowly and carefully! You cannot rush perfection! A rushed art project will result in nothing more than a mess of paint and clay! A rushed plant will never provide edible fruit! And a rushed child will never meet your expectations!” She offered a peace sign to go with her analogies. “Although...” Her face grew grave for a very brief second. “Sometimes, it is the expectations that are in the wrong, not the child.”
“...Maybe so,” Gonta's mother said, “But my dear Gonta just... isn't living up to the teaching we've given to him. All of his previous tutors haven't been able to match up, and there hasn't been a butler or maid around that can keep up with him.” She ran an exasperated hand through her hair. “I love him dearly, but it will look just... awful for the family's reputation if we bring Gonta as he is now to any events that require his presence.”
“...” Kirumi pressed her lips together. Had this woman not heard a single word they'd said? She glanced over at her partner for support, but when they locked eyes, Kirumi only saw her annoyance and confusion mirrored back at her. Great. “Mrs. Gokuhara,” She tried again, voice gentle, “I know that you brought us here because of our reputations, and while I can assure you that we can shape Gonta into the person he wants to be, you must also be aware that we cannot make him into something he is not. And whatever happens, it will take time, and lots of it.”
“Whatever it takes.” Mrs. Gokuhara said, and it was clear she wasn't listening to them anymore. That is, if she had ever been listening to them in the first place, which Kirumi seriously doubted.
“Nya ha ha! Whatever it takes!” Kirumi's partner repeated. Kirumi glanced over at her, a slight frown on her face, just as an inelegant thumping began growing louder. The three women glanced to the side just as a massive shape charged into the foyer.
“Hello!” Gonta said happily, skidding to a stop in the foyer. Gonta's Mom look happy, though something on her face not look as happy as it could be. Small woman, one with yellow coat, look very happy though, and she had biiiig smile on her face. Elegant woman don't look happy or sad, just regular. Gonta wondered if she always like that.
“Hi hi! Oh, you must be Gonta!” Yellow coat woman said.
“Yes, Gonta is Gonta!” Gonta proclaimed, happily putting a fist to his chest. “Gonta very glad to meet you!” Gonta was satisfied with his introduction. But wait! There was another friend Gonta no greet yet! Oh no! “Ah, sorry sorry!” Gonta turn to elegant woman as well. “Sorry! Gonta no greet you too! Uh...” Gonta tried to think of how he could make it up to her. Ah! He dropped to a knee, bowing his head. “Apologies! It very good to meet you as well. Gonta apologize for not giving proper greeting.” Gonta looked up at the two ladies. “Gonta's name... Gonta Gokuhara. Very pleased to meet two nice ladies like you. Welcome to Gonta's house.”
The foyer quiet for a few moments, and Gonta was very afraid he mess up somehow. Was going to knee not what gentlemen do? He could have sworn going on knee something gentlemen do for fair maiden. Maybe he should have gone down on both knees, since there were two maiden? Oh no, Gonta really mess up!
“Nya ha ha!” Suddenly, woman in yellow jacket laugh. Very loud, but very pleasant. Gonta like that laugh. “Oh Gonta, it's so very nice to meet you as well! Oh, you're so cute!”
“Yes,” Elegant woman chime in as well. She have gentle smile on her face, and she looked at Gonta with encouragement, “you're very polite, Gonta. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
Gonta's eyes lit up, and he leaped to feet. Elegant woman think he polite?! Very polite?! That very good! That mean Gonta on right track! Also, was nice to be called 'cute', even if gentlemen not exactly described as 'cute' in books and movies. So Gonta doing well after all! Big win for Gonta!
“Yes, yes! Very much pleasure to meet nice ladies as well!” Gonta looked over at his mom, excited smile on his face. Unfortunately, Gonta's mom... not look super happy. Oh no, maybe Gonta did mess up. What could Gonta have forgotten about being gentleman? Um... he greet ladies, offer name... oh! Of course! Gonta mentally kicked himself. Idiot Gonta! Forget most important thing about ladies, more than look, more than manners!
“Ah, sorry! Gonta no ask for name! Ladies' names very important. Um... yes!” Gonta held out hand. “Ladies, Gonta ask very nicely for your names. Please, if you no mind, please tell Gonta your names. Also, if you want, Gonta will take coat, hang up for you. You come to Gonta's house, so Gonta should treat with respect.”
“Adooooorable!” Woman in yellow coat squealed. She grabbed Gonta's hand and shake it excitedly. Her grip stronger than Gonta expected. “My name is Angie Yonaga! Oh, you're so adorable Gonta! Oh, and don't worry about my coat! It brings me divine inspiration! Plus, it's very cold here, compared to my home island!”
“Ah! Then Gonta shall remember that! Maybe should light fire in fireplace, keep Angie warm!” Gonta proclaimed. Angie laughed again, giving Gonta warm feeling in chest. Angie liked Gonta! Good start! He then turned to elegant woman, holding hand out for shake as well. “And, you? If you don't mind, would you mind telling Gonta your name?”
“Of course.” The elegant woman smiled, lightly but firmly grasping Gonta's hand. Confident grip. Gonta also noticed that she have gloves on. Very cool! Elegant woman give his hand simple shake, then retract her hand. “My name is Kirumi Tojo. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
“Yes, very good! Beautiful names for beautiful ladies!” Gonta beamed. He made good impression on nice ladies! Path to gentleman becoming clearer! “Ah, but Gonta want to know, why you-”
“Gonta.” Gonta's mom suddenly cut in, making Gonta stop talking to look at her. “These two ladies are here to help you.”
“Help?” Gonta confused. What Gonta need help with?
“Yes, they're here to... assist you. Just like all the other people did.”
“Oh.” Gonta frowned. Just like others?... “But... Gonta like new ladies.”
“Come now, Gonta.” Gonta's mom said. “They just got here. You'll just have to do better than you did last time, and the time before.”
“Better?” Gonta look at hands. He... he no know what he did wrong before though. “But... Gonta no know...” He turned to the ladies. Kirumi had small frown on her face, and Angie look confused. Oh no. “Oh! Sorry, sorry! Sorry Kirumi and Angie! Gonta no mean to make you feel bad!” He waved his hands around in front of him. “It just that... most people who try to help leave Gonta! They no like, even though Gonta try to be friend.” He clenched his hands, looking down at the floor. Gonta notice he no have shoes or socks on. Sadness fill Gonta suddenly. His heart feel heavy. Idiot. Idiot Gonta. Can no even put on shoes properly.
“Gonta...” Angie said, sounding... sad. Gonta close his eyes. He really messed up now.
“...” Kirumi press lips together, looked concerned. “Gonta.” She said. Gonta turn to look at Kirumi. “I have some bags outside in a car. You look like a strong young man, could you retrieve them for me? You can help Angie too.”
“Oh, you moving in?” Gonta perked up. He not had people move in for long while. Gonta deflate a bit though. He know that most people no want to live with Gonta, not after they hear from people about Gonta bad manners. That's what Mom and Dad tell Gonta. Still... even when gentleman sad, he help ladies. So Gonta must help ladies. “Yes, Gonta will help! He will do his best!”
“Ooh, let me see how strong you are, Gonta! How many bags can you carry in one trip?” Angie asked, looking at Gonta with excitement.
“Oh, very many! Gonta strong!” Gonta motion for Angie to follow. “Be right back, Kirumi! Gonta will bring your bags to guest room!” Purpose! Maybe Gonta can make good first impression, convince Angie and Kirumi to stay, convince them Gonta is not bad boy! Yes! He jog out of house, and Angie follow. This Gonta's chance to impress!
“...” Kirumi watched Gonta bolt out of the house, Angie hot on his heels. That sudden bout of sadness from him was... concerning.
“...goodness gracious.” Mrs. Gokuhara sighed, shaking her head once it was just her and Kirumi. “I'm so sorry about him. I know it seems... 'endearing' at first, but he really clings onto that whole 'gentleman' thing.”
“...?” Kirumi let out a sound of confusion, turning to Mrs. Gokuhara. “Is... there a problem with it?”
“It's just...” Mrs. Gokuhara put a hand to her cheek. “I just want him to be a normal, quiet little boy, just like he was way back when, before he... you know.” She let out a melancholy sigh, and Kirumi suspected it was not because she was sad about what happened to Gonta. “But he's just so rambunctious now, and he just won't drop the 'gentleman' thing, no matter how many times I try to stop it. It helps keep him somewhat well behaved, but...” She trailed off, shaking her head.
“I... see.” Kirumi pressed her lips together.
“Can you two really do it?” Mrs. Gokuhara asked. “You're one of the most reputable maids in the country, and Miss Yonaga is said to be an excellent teacher despite some of her eccentricities.” She looked at Kirumi, and her eyes were desperate. “You can fix him, can't you?”
Kirumi didn't like that word. She'd been asked many times in the past to... 'fix' somebody. One particular instance stood out to her, but Kirumi pushed it down before her heart began to ache. Still, she fixed broken vases and cracked walls. She did not 'fix' humans. Sure, she helped people, did everything she could to unleash that hidden potential that they had, but she did not 'fix'. Still, Mrs. Gokuhara had hired her to assist her son, and Kirumi's oath as a maid prevented her from straight up denying this direct request. Still, she wouldn't say yes.
“I will do what I can.” Kirumi said. “I cannot promise that your son will turn out exactly how you want him to be, but I can ensure that, under my care, he will turn out to the best he can be.”
“Oh, thank you so much. Thank you.” Mrs. Gokuhara reached forward, grabbing Kirumi's gloved hand and shaking it insistently.
“One more thing,” Kirumi began, starting before Mrs. Gokuhara could walk away. “You and Gonta mentioned... others?”
“Ah, yes...” Mrs. Gokuhara looked concerned, and she twiddled her fingers. “See... you aren't the first people I've hired to fix Gonta. I've hired maids and butlers and tutors from all over, but none of them can ever stop Gonta from being like this.”
“I see.” Kirumi said. “And... what sort of time frame do you give them?”
“Why... a month, maybe a month and a half if they really like Gonta.” Mrs. Gokuhara answered. “Why?”
“Well...” Kirumi put a hand to her chin in thought. “I also wanted to ask what you tell Gonta about the people coming and going in his life so frequently. I have made the assumption that most people aren't 'tired' of Gonta, and are simply leaving when their initial service time period ends and you haven't seen results that please you. I suspect it might be doing something detrimental to his attitude.”
“Huh? Well... yes, most people really enjoy Gonta's presence.” Mrs. Gokuhara looked confused for a moment. “But we tell him that... well, we want to motivate him to try and return to normal faster.” Kirumi let out a flat 'mmhmm'. Mrs. Gokuhara continued. “So we tell him that these people are leaving because it's hard to deal with him.”
“...I see.” Kirumi said.
“We just... want to let Gonta know that he'd be much better off if he returned to how he used to be.”
“Uh huh.” Kirumi frowned in concern. Were... did all rich parents lack this much care for their children? Her heart throbbed in sympathy for Gonta, and then again for somebody else. “Well, I brought this up for another reason, and that's to discuss my, and Angie's by extension, personal time frame for this job you've hired us to do.” Kirumi clasped her hands in front of her. “I can assist and help teach Gonta, but I will need far more time than a single month.”
“...two months?” Mrs. Gokuhara asked. Kirumi's eyes grew half lidded in annoyance for a brief second.
“I was thinking at minimum a year.” Her answer made Mrs. Gokuhara look alarmed. Kirumi continued anyway. “I know you want this done in a quick time frame, but such transformations take time, and though I am capable of a very quick performance, a scenario this thorough comes at the cost of speed. I cannot vouch extensively for Angie's work, but I suspect that she is in a similar vein. However, if you let us work for as long as we need, I can guarantee that your son will, again, be the best that he can achieve.”
“Well... I...” Mrs. Gokuhara looked conflicted for a few moments, then sighed in defeat. “I'm desperate. I'll do anything at this point. I just want my quiet, calm little boy back.” She put a hand to her chest. “Very well. A year minimum. If there isn't any improvement though...” Mrs. Gokuhara let her threat linger in the air, and Kirumi responded by staring at her, stone faced. Mrs. Gokuhara wilted. “ Yes well... I've got some work I need to do! Good luck with Gonta!” And then she was gone, scurrying down the hallway.
Kirumi shook her head, adjusting her gloves. Some people just didn't know how the world worked, it seemed. Still, despite what had been said, she could see potential in Gonta, and Kirumi was positive she could get some results out of him. She would make him amazing. Her pride and skill as a maid made that an unavoidable outcome. Yes, she could do this.
“Here one guest room!” Gonta proclaimed, motioning with one arm. Under other arm, lots of luggage, all from Angie. Many bags under arm, but Gonta very strong. Easy to hold all of the bags. Gonta had put Kirumi's bags in different guest room, so now he just need to help Angie.
Guest room not much different from Gonta's room, really. It have bed, closet, desk with papers and books. TV on wall and own personal bathroom. Very nice. Very empty. Nobody live here for some time. Gonta dumped Angie's bags onto bed, and turned to face her. He put hands on his hips and puff out chest. That show confidence, and gentlemen very confident!
“How quaint! It's like a hotel room, nya ha ha!” Angie jumped onto the bed, flopping into pile of her bags. “Ah, if only there was a minifridge in here! Or a bar! Haha!”
“Ah, sorry no tiny fridge here.” Gonta shook head. “But kitchen have very big fridge. Dunno where Gonta can find you bar though. Maybe something else made of metal?”
“Nya ha ha!” Angie laughed. “Oh, Gonta.” She look at him, but in an upside down way. Her head hang off side of bed, and she look at Gonta from upside down.
“So um... you here to help Gonta, right?” Gonta asked, feeling confidence run away. He no want to seem ungentlemanly, but... he nervous. “You teach Gonta things?”
“Yup yup yup!” Angie sprung up, standing on bed. Gonta bite tongue, because Dad tell Gonta 'don't stand on bed', but Angie guest. Maybe it okay? Angie started talking again, and Gonta pay attention. “I might not look it, but I've got a lot going on up here!” She bonk herself on head with fist. “I'm smart smart smart!”
“Wow!” Gonta's smile grew big. “That so cool! Gonta hope you have much to teach him then! Gonta not know a lot...” He trail off. No, Gonta not know much...
“Of course!” Angie bounce on the bed, and then suddenly, she jump at Gonta. Gonta startled, but he lower himself and hold out arms. Angie land in arms, and then she laugh and put her hands behind her head. “Excellent catch!”
“Oh, please be careful!” Gonta said. “Gonta no like telling what to do, but jumping for no reason very dangerous! Could hit head, or hurt ankle!”
“Maybe!” Angie said, “But Atua told me that you would catch me, so I was confident that would happen. And look! It did!”
“...Atua?” Gonta never heard of an 'Atua' before.
“Yup yup!” Angie poked Gonta on the nose.
“Um... can you tell Gonta about Atua?” Gonta asked. “Sorry, but Gonta never hear of 'Atua'.”
“Oh, of course!” Angie's eyes lit up. Very bright. “You should take me to the kitchen! You can show me the big fridge, and I can tell you of Atua! I'm sure he would be very pleased to meet you!”
“Ah, of course!” Gonta straighten back. “Gonta always want to make new friends! Let's go meet Atua!” Angie laughed, and Gonta jog out of room, towards kitchen. This was good! Maybe... maybe Gonta really, actually on right track to be gentleman this time! Yes, Gonta really believe!
#ndrv3#new danganronpa v3#gonta gokuhara#kirumi tojo#angie yonaga#gokuhara gonta#tojo kirumi#yonaga angie#remember this clearly#GMaSW#ao3 link#just starting up these stories#while they're still fresh#now begins the hard part
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Picture of Beauty: Rumbelle Funny Face (Ch1/?)
Summary: Fashion house Jefferson-Mills needs inspiration. Photographer Gold believes a librarian he photographed by accident has what it takes. Now it's up to Gold to turn Belle into a model worthy of Paris Fashion Week. Based on the movie Funny Face. Rating: This chapter PG-13 A/N: Unbeta'd. I have no idea whether someone had already written a Rumbelle Funny Face, I was too afraid to look.
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“I’m so bored I could kill all of you.” Regina Mills stood behind on her desk, perfectly framed by black and white demask curtains.
Her seven garment men stood in a row in front of her, work boots scuffing the marble floor. Each one held at least two bolts of fabric in various colors and patterns.
Leroy looked down the line of exquisite cloth, “Whatsa matter with ‘em?”
Regina had put in the order herself. She’d okay’d every design detail down to the perfect shade of ultra violet for a lily to be printed on silk charmeuse. Leroy and his men hand dyed and cut patterns to her exact specifications. It was this kind of attention to detail that made Jefferson-Mills one of the emerging premier fashion houses. Now the latest swatches were staring her in the face...and they were hideous. A complete snoozefest.
"It looks like my grandma’s knitting circle threw up in here. Where's the freshness? Where's the youth? Youth is beauty. I should know, I've been selling that lie for years."
Walter, standing at the end of the line and usually very docile, piped up, "Aren't they what you wanted?"
Regina circled around the desk. Walter swayed on his feet but stayed where he was. She spoke through clenched teeth, "They're exactly what I wanted. But not what I need." She threw her hands up in the direction of the fabrics, “It’s tired. It’s been done.” She stood in front of the blue and tan floral print Walter held, “That’s Chloe Spring 2017,” she dismissed. She took a few steps to her right and stopped at a sheer lilac, “And that’s Valentino Couture 2006.”
Leroy shrugged, "How many more types of fabric can there be?"
Regina gave him a withering glare that Walter and the others slunk away from. She paced back and forth, the men parting to make way. "What's missing? What do I need?" she muttered to herself.
Doc leaned forward, giving the collection an academic eye, “Pink?”
She grimaced, “God no.”
The double doors to her office burst open and Jefferson strode in. "Who's ready for Paris?" he sang in an exaggerated French accent. Everyone spun to look at him and Jefferson came to a standstill, eyes sweeping over the prints that stretched from one end of Regina’s office to the other. "Ugh, hideous!"
She rolled her eyes, "They're your designs!"
"Really?" he squinted and bent at the waist to better study a linen Doc clutched to his chest. He straightened, shaking his head. "They're hideous."
"I know," she sighed. She tilted her head at them. If she stared at them long enough they might become what they needed.
Regina had discovered Jefferson when he was a single father schlepping away at design school. He was obviously brilliant, but in desperate need of some editing. Underneath the sketches of a madman, his clothes were brilliant and she saw his designs for what they were: dreamy fairytale looks that transported the wearer to anther realm. They could be a turns romantic and street. But he was a classic creative with no business sense. He needed an investor, a partner, to make them luxe. And that's where she came in. She brought order to his madness. Made a cohesive collection editorial enough to put in magazines and made them cost effective enough to put into production. Without her it was all top hats and ascots.
Speaking of…Jefferson revolved around the men and the bolts of fabric. He wore a long black coat of his own design with steel buttons and gray collar. Everything else he wore was black except for a merlot ascot, his signature accessory. When he shows he pairs it with a top hat, an eccentricity she couldn’t cure him of.
He pulled the end of his necktie from his shirt, snatching off Leroy’s hat and miming shining his head with it. The workman grumbled and swatted at Jefferson, snatching his hat back and jamming it onto his head. No one was taking this seriously.
"Jefferson, we need forty two looks for Fashion Week and right now we barely have one!"
He scoffed wandering aimlessly around her office, picking things up at random, "That can't be true, what about the stuff I sent you last week?"
She followed him around her office, “Gold started working on the photos this morning.” She crossed her arms, “But it’s not going to be enough.”
Jefferson threw himself onto the divan, "What can I tell you, Regina. I have no inspiration right now! I'm done, I'm kaput!" he threw his arm over his eyes dramatically.
"Well get inspired now or we're all kaput!"
He deflated, "Regina, you know nothing about the life of an artist or the artistic process."
She leaned over his head sweetly, “If you want to keep Grace in private school, you will get up off your ass, right now, and design me some winning looks.”
The door to her office opened again and Gold strode in, a folder of photographs in his hand.
Jefferson craned his neck, "Gold, darling, when are you going to let me dress you?" he called.
Gold didn’t break his pace to assess his own pristine three piece suit. "And what, Jefferson, is wrong with the way I dress?"
Jefferson vaulted up from the couch, "Nothing, love, absolutely nothing. And that's the problem. Every time I look at you I just want to put you slightly out of skew." He pulled back, assessing him like an auteur. He reached forward as if to adjust Gold’s tie.
Gold swatted his hand away, "That is one thing I can guarantee you, Jefferson. You will never, ever, see me askew." He turned to Regina, immediately reading her face, “What’s wrong?”
“We don’t love the looks we sent you. We are lost.”
He tossed the pile of photographs onto her desk, “And I’ve had my time wasted.”
Regina perched on the edge of her desk and flipped through the prints he’d made from that morning’s photoshoot. The model pouted, thrust, and arched her back in every photo. Not the aesthetic they were going for. “What happened?”
He sighed, “I told her to imagine herself in the Museum of Modern Art. I got Ripley’s Believe It or Not. Get me someone I can work with, Regina, or I quit.”
“No, you don’t. Who else would let you work in a darkroom and develop prints like it’s 1957?” She’d had enough grievances. She stood up and faced all of them. “Now here this. In mere weeks we are supposed to be boarding a plane to France with forty plus looks. Paris Fashion Week happens with or without us and I would prefer not to be a laughing stock!” She leaned a hand on the photos and turned to Gold. “What do you need to fix this?”
Gold scoffed, “Someone who could keep their overt sexuality in check long enough for me to take a picture of the dress they’re wearing.”
“Sex sells,” she countered.
“Sex is everywhere,” he replied, disinterested.
For the first time, Regina’s fiery determination petered out to self-doubt, “Can I have possibly scraped the bottom of the barrel of asking women to feel terrible about their looks?”
“You could make them feel stupid,” Gold suggested.
She was intrigued. After all, she was in the business of making people feel inferior, “How so?”
“Move your focus upstairs.”
She glanced at the ceiling, “The marketing department?”
Gold shook his head, “No, the brain. Find someone with some intelligence. A woman can be beautiful as well as intellectual.”
She thought on that for a minute before shaking her head, “Maybe a different background. We could go on location. Somewhere intellectual. Somewhere with books.”
“A bookstore.” Jefferson offered.
She made a face, “Bookstores don’t exist anymore. A library.” She warmed up to the idea. “Yes, one of those little ones everyone’s always trying to save.” Regina pointed at Leroy, “What’s the closest podunk town?”
Leroy already had his phone out and Google Maps up, “Storybrooke.”
#Rumbelle#funnyface#rumbelle fic#Belle French#Mr Gold#Rumbelle fanfic#Rumbelle Funny Face AU#my fic#mine#picture of beauty
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Forgotten [ Lance Tucker x Fem!Reader One Shot ]
Summary: You put so much time and effort into your relationship with Lance, but he’s just too oblivious to his recent actions to see it. When you give him a wake up call, he finally realizes what he’s missed out on.
Word Count: 1809
Warnings: Angst, tiny bit of fluff, bit of swearing
Author Notes: This is my 300 follower special! Thanks to everyone for being so patient, since I promised this forever ago. Fair warning, I’m terrible at ending one shots. As always, my requests are open!
Tag List: @papi-chulo-bucky
She checked her watch again. 7:30. Then she leaned over to check the clock on the microwave, hoping her watch was just an hour fast. 7:30. With a sigh, [ Y/N ] slumped down in her seat, pushing away a now cold plate of eggplant Parmesan, her boyfriend’s favorite cheat day meal. And it just so happened that cheat day fell on their two year anniversary. Which he wasn’t home for. [ Y/N ] looked around her kitchen, a tingling feeling in her chest. But it was the kind of tingle that acted as a warning. Then her nose tingled. That meant she was about to cry. She took a deep, shaky breath in an attempt to calm her nerves, but a single tear rolled down her cheek. She pushed her chair back from the table and stood, looking at the dinner in disgust before leaving the kitchen in a hurry. She ran upstairs as the tears started to fall and fell onto her bed, grabbing her pillow and cuddling it to her chest. It had been the fourth night in a row Lance had forgotten their plans, and [ Y/N ] was beginning to think he didn’t care. On Tuesday, they were supposed to go to a cookout, but Lance forgot to pick her up and went alone. On Wednesday, they were supposed to go to the movies, but Lance never showed up. On Thursday, they were going to the new art museum that had just been built, but he never met up with her, and she spent the day alone. She had thought that maybe he was just busy, planning something amazing for their anniversary, but she knew it was false hope.
“Why do I let these things happen?” she whispered against her pillow. Her stomach growled, but she was in no mood to eat. She would just let it go to waste, like her time spent on their relationship. It felt like she was the only one who cared anymore, and it made her stomach hurt. As she wiped her eyes and sniffled, she found herself getting up from the bed and grabbing her carry-on bag for vacations.
“If he doesn’t care anymore, why should I?” she muttered, and she started packing mindlessly. If this was how she was going to be treated, she wanted no part of it. She was lost in her thoughts, her brain was scrambled, and she didn’t know where she would go. Maybe she’d call an Uber and be out of there and at a friend’s house before he decided to show his sorry face. She didn’t deserve this. Nobody did. She zipped up her bag and grabbed her phone from the nightstand, gripping it tightly. She then looked down at the bag and shook her head shoving it to the floor.
“You can’t just...leave. That’s stupid,” she scolded herself. She sat down on the edge of the bed, setting her phone beside her. Her hands went to her face as she started to cry. The tears were hot and angry, and she didn’t even hear the front door open and close downstairs. The creaking up the stairs didn’t register with her, and when she finally lifted her head up, with her blurry vision she could make out Lance in the doorway.
“[ Y/N ]? What’s wrong?” he asked, setting his gym bag down in the hallway before entering the room.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she snapped, turning away from him to wipe her eyes.
“Well...I asked, which means I do want to know,” he said before coming closer.
“That’s surprising. Lance Tucker actually cares about how someone else is feeling for a change. The world might just fucking explode!” she said, wiping her face angrily.
“[ Y/N ], would you just tell me what’s wrong? Now you’re just being overly dramatic,” Lance said, holding her shoulder. She shrugged his hand off and stood up, turning around to face him.
“You forgot me. Again. That’s the fourth fucking day in a row that you forgot about me. And on our anniversary, too!” she snapped, digging her nails into her palms. She watched as his face noticeably paled, and a kind of sick satisfaction coursed through her.
“Baby...angel...I’m so sorry….”
“Sorry you forgot, or sorry that I’m not gonna buy any of your bullshit excuses as to why you forgot?”
He stayed quiet, chewing on his bottom lip. [ Y/N ] crossed her arms over her chest, glaring up at her boyfriend.
“So...what’s on the table….”
“Was our anniversary dinner. And the box sitting on your chair is your gift. Whether or not you care enough to open it is all up to you,” she said, her chest tingling.
“Gift? I didn’t...get you anything….”
“Because you forgot. I know. And I don’t care. Not anymore,” she said, grabbing her pillow, her pajamas, her teddy bear, and a blanket from the bed.
“I’m sleeping the in guest room tonight. You can stay here and think about what tonight could have been. And you can think about this: if you, Lance Tucker, aren’t gonna put any more effort into this relationship, then why the fuck should I?” she asked, tucking her things under her arms and walking by him without a word. Lance watched her go, flinching a bit as the door to the guest room slammed shut. He sighed shakily and left the bedroom, quietly making his way downstairs to the kitchen, spotting the brightly colored box on his seat. He walked over and took a closer look at the food on the table, his stomach growling as he recognized it as eggplant parm. It was probably stone cold, and he didn’t deserve to reheat a plate and eat without her. Instead, he grabbed a granola bar from the closet and unwrapped it before grabbing the box. A twinge of guilt flooded his chest as he went to lift the lid, and he saw a book inside. Taking a bite of his granola bar, and set the lid aside and pulled out the book, trailing his finger over the gold writing on the cover. The gold letters spelled out ‘happy two years’, and there was a large golden heart just below them. He opened it up and on the inside cover, in [ Y/N ]’s handwriting, was a small note.
‘A picture is worth a thousand words. That must mean your camera is your voice. And since I love your voice, there are thousands of words on these pages. Never stop talking, Lance.’
Tears filled his eyes as he began to flip through the pages. All of the photos were taken by him, and they were of various landscapes from his Olympic travels, the road trips he took with [ Y/N ], and just simple ones of the two of them, or even just her. There was one of her in front of his parent’s Christmas tree, standing proudly with her hands on her hips as if she’d decorated the whole thing herself. There was one of her lounging on a pool floatie in his friend’s pool the summer they started dating. There was one of a sandcastle they’d built last summer, and she had drawn a heart with their initials in it. On the last page of the book, it was a picture he’d managed to take on a New Year’s. With one arm stretched out with the camera, and the other around [ Y/N ]’s waist, he’d managed to get a picture of their kiss at midnight, the glow of the fireworks illuminating her face in white and blue. Under that picture, again in [ Y/N ]’s handwriting, was another note.
‘I hope you never stop using your voice, Lance. You’ve got thousands upon thousands of words to say, and I can’t wait to hear them all. I love you.’
Lance set the book down and blinked, letting two tears fall onto his lap. He took a shaky breath and stood, tossing the granola bar aside. He gripped the book tightly and made his way upstairs, jumping in surprise as [ Y/N ] came out of the guest room. When she saw the tears running down his face, she almost broke down herself, but willed herself to stay stoic and silent.
“[ Y/N ], I’m so sorry. I…. I don’t deserve you, the things you do for me, and you don’t deserve the shit you have to put up with. I’ve been a horrible partner, and you’ve done nothing but wait for me to get my shit straight. I made you cry, and that’s not something that should have ever happened, and I’ll never forgive myself for it. I don’t want to lose you, I want to make more memories with you, not constantly live in the ones we made, knowing we’ll never make any more. I want to share thousands of words with you, I need to share thousands of words with you. I need to have you in my life,” he whispered, his voice wavering. He came up the rest of the stairs and stood in front of her, his knuckles white from the grip he had on their memories. They were both silent for a few minutes, and [ Y/N ] let out a soft sigh.
“I accept your apology. And I’ve decided to stay. But, you need to promise me one thing, Lance,” [ Y/N ] said softly.
“Anything you want,” he said quickly, holding the book even tighter.
“I want you to clean up your act. I know people don’t change in a day. I’m not asking for that. I want you to put effort into this, into us. Only then will this work out. And we can continue to make memories, and I can keep putting thousands of your words into books,” she said, and he gently set the book down before hugging her tightly. She wrapped her arms around his middle and held him close, rubbing his back gently.
“All I wanted was an apology. Thank you,” she whispered, kissing his cheek gently.
“Will you come back to our room? I hate sleeping without you,” he whispered, and she nodded.
“Of course I will. All you had to do was ask. C’mon, let’s go cuddle and go through the album. I wanna know what you thought of it,” she said, smiling a bit. Lance nodded and picked up the book as [ Y/N ] gathered her things back up from the bed in the guest room.
“I’m sorry I didn’t get you anything, [ Y/N ]. And I’m sorry dinner went to waste. I’ll clean up the kitchen in the morning, I promise,” he said, and she smiled again.
“Thank you, Lance. You’re already stepping up. Three apologies in one day?” she teased, and he tugged her into their room.
“What can I say? I’m a fast learner.”
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Hey you guys! (ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧ I’ve thought of making a part two for my first ficrec and here it is! Anyways, I hope you enjoy this as much as I’ve enjoyed making this ficlist. Have a great time reading all these! Gives you more of a chance to fall in love with Victuuri even more! ╰(✿´⌣`✿)╯♡ As always, read the tags before reading because some might have some triggers, also, don’t forget to leave a kudos for the authors!
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Dog People by stillmadaboutpetra
Yuuri thinks his life is progressing nicely. Good job. Nice apartment. Boyfriend? Nevermind: cheating ex boyfriend
His blackout drunken antics attract the young Olympic-gold level skater, Victor Nikiforov, who's fled from skating in the middle of the season after fainting on the ice.
It all sounds very serendipitous but Yuuri wants nothing to do with men. Victor, desperate and running from his problems, promises that instead of a man, he'll be Yuuri's "pet" if that means he can stay with Yuuri for a little, citing that he has nowhere else to turn. Yuuri's concerned that this shameless man who is willing to sacrifice his dignity so readily will get himself in trouble, so he accepts the offer with second-hand embarrassment.
This gambit lasts for all of two days before Yuuri finds himself teaching an ice skater how to dance off his blades, and Victor starts finding new reasons to stay in Japan.
Panta Rhei by Kashoku
This was a mistake. Viktor needed to somehow pry Yuuri off of him and leave the room immediately. Viktor was drunk, and Yuuri was so far beyond gone that there wasn’t even a word for it. But the alpha in Viktor was having an incredibly difficult time resisting the pungent scent of cherry blossoms and ocean that filled his nose. Viktor snapped.
They had been reckless.
Five Times Katsuki Yuuri Misses and "I love you" (and one time he doesn't) by preciousbunnynoiz
Sometimes an I love you is missed by the person it's directed at and Yuuri is hardly the most observant of people.
Fiance Tag by kissyuuri (weesynthpixie)
Yuuri knows they were celebrating....something. But he can't remember what. All he knows is that he was drunk and that he's going to kill Phichit because chances are Phichit started all of this. And there might have been some video recording?
of course it's not like in the movies by luni
Yuuri didn't know what he expected when having sex with Viktor Nikiforov stopped being a teenage fantasy and turned into reality.
One thing is for sure: it's not like in the movies.
An Aviator's Heart by Kagami_Sorako
Teenager Yuuri always thought his future would be on the ice. But it changed when one day he finds a dragon egg. Curious he brings it home and soon the dragon hatches and Yuuri finds himself inexplicably drawn to him. After Aoba and him are found out, they have to enter the Dragon Air Force and Yuuri has to proof himself to the other dragon captains, the Air Corps and the whole military, all the while having to care for a way too curious and intelligent dragon.
Eight years later Yuuri is a highly decorated officer and war hero and meets his long lasting Figure Skating Idol Viktor Nikiforov. After a lot of problems and confusion, Viktor and Yuuri grow closer. Everything could be perfect ... if it weren't for an overly possessive and jealous dragon who is not at all pleased at the idea of sharing his beloved captain and aviator with an insolent and ungrateful Figure Skater.
Well This Sucks by mayelisa
Over the past few hundred years, Victor Nikiforov has perfected the art of luring women (and the occasional man) into his arms for an evening of passion and blood lust. But when he targets an unsuspecting college student, he quickly finds out that his antiquated techniques won't cut it in the modern world and he needs to rethink things.
Nothing Holding Me Back by smolyuuri
They've come back from a mission that almost costed Victor's life. Yuuri is frustrated at Victor for allowing that to happen and gives him a reason to always stay safe.
moonrise by fan_nerd
Prince Katsuki and Crown Prince Nikiforov have been dancing around each other for many seasons. After several moonlit meetings, they finally decide to formalize a union.
all that glitters by fan_nerd
Victor keeps looking at his coach's lips. He puts a hand to his chest in utter frustration. Yuuri is just so, so unfairly handsome, and this fact is slowly killing him.
Yuuri turns to him, pushing up his glasses and quirking an eyebrow at his Russian student. "What's wrong?"
I love you desperately, he thinks.
Aloud, Victor says, "Oh, nothing."
fawning by fan_nerd
Victor is sloppy drunk. Yuri Plisetsky snaps pictures of the silver-haired man unbuttoning his jacket.
"You see that guy?" Victor slurs, hiccuping around a fresh mouthful of champagne. "That's...that's the best guy in the world. Do you - mmm - do you think he would say yes if I asked him to dance?" After a pause, he belts out the GPF gold medalist's name.
Yuuri turns with a tipsy smile.
The Japanese man is so handsome, and Victor, who's currently wasted, is so screwed.
cover story by fan_nerd
Yuuri stares down at the person standing in the doorway. The stranger hisses, "Who do you think you are, anyways?"
Quickly, before he can really think about it, Yuuri responds, "I'm Victor's boyfriend."
It's a lie, but the words feel good in his mouth, and for some reason, he doesn't want to take them back.
Paperback by tachyarrhythmia
For Yuuri, managing a quaint, little bookstore in a far-off corner of a small town is everything he could have asked for. He earns well, the folks are not that much interesting, the coffee here is great, he has nice friends and he's got an endless pile of books.
It's enough to make him stay, despite the desolate and boring atmosphere; that is until the Newcomer comes along.
Healthy Impropriety by mtothedestiel
Victor is the wealthy master of the Nikiforov estate. At a society party he's swept off his feet by the mysterious, suave, and very drunk Katsuki Yuuri.
Victor aims to declare his love and secure Mr. Katsuki's hand in marriage, but first he has to find him!
Years of Dreams Just Can't be Wrong by bisexualnikiforov
buddy it's the yuri!!! on ice anastasia au that no one asked for but i'm writing anyway
ebony & ivory by wbtrashking (fan_nerd)
Yuuri jumps when someone hurries into the elevator, apologizing profusely.
The apartment complex is full of eccentrics, seeing as it's only a few miles from the artistic center of town. It isn't the first time that the concert pianist has run into someone who's late for work, fussing with their hair, or adjusting the lapels of a suit. Yuuri taps out a rhythm to fill the silence, something original.
When he sees the silver-haired man pull out a notebook, he recognizes the handwriting. Notes had been slipped under his door in that loopy script for weeks now.
This handsome man is his upstairs neighbor.
starstruck by shizuoh
"Hold my son for a moment," says the Viktor Nikiforov, live in the flesh, sweaty and panting.
"Wha—" Yuuri can't even begin to comprehend what's going on before Viktor is gone, and there's a child in his arms.
(in which yuuri is a simple barista, viktor is a famous movie star, and yuri is an 8 year old kid stuck in the middle of it.)
Dear Mama by Ferrero13
In which Victor writes letters to his mother, who is fifty percent of his rationality and self-control.
Love by Ghost Hunting by FullmetalKarneval13
When Viktor gets into a slump, he meets the beautiful Yuuri at a bed and breakfast while on vacation.
(Basically a ghost hunting AU where ghosts love Viktor, and possessing Yuuri)
Intermission by thepurpleeyedone
Drabble series set between episodes as a kind of intermission. (Hence, the name.) The first one is set between episode 6 and episode 7. Yuri has just put on his first perfect performance, and understandably, he’s a little worn out and stressed. Victor, being the world’s greatest coach, rises to the occasion by providing him with some... distractions.
In the Cold of the Night by impolitecanadian
AU in which Yuuri never skated and instead is a small town cop with no idea who Victor Nikiforov, THE Victor Nikiforov, is until he arrests him for public intoxication. Meanwhile Victor is enamoured, and absolutely plastered.
Like a Fairytale by lucycamui
In which Prince Victor gets swept off his feet at a royal banquet and will go to any length to find his 'Cinderella' Yuuri. (And Phichit is the fairy godmother who has no idea what he's doing).
“The crown prince of the Nikiforov kingdom, infatuated with a mystery pastry chef he’s only just met. This is exactly the kind of scandalous love story my life has been missing… So, what’s he look like? What exactly is Prince Victor’s type?”
“…Sweet.”
“Well, he does make pastries."
Moving to New York by moya_lyubov
Artist Yuuri Katsuki lives in New York with his Best Friend Phichit. After a drunken night out that Yuuri has no memory of, he starts to Paint the most Beautiful man he has ever dreamed of. Only to realize that not only has he met this man, he has danced and laughed the night away with him.
Billionaire Victor Nikiforov, has made a living in the hotel business, owning the best hotels all around the world. His next one: New York. Where he and his Best Friend/Business Partner Chris meet a Charming, Flirtatious and Mysterious man on a night out to celebrate the deal.
a Song for Your Heart by KenmaNyan (NarryEm)
It’s not an exaggeration when Yuuri says that he has had his eyes on Viktor ever since the singer debuted with a heartbreaking ballad that broke records at the tender age of 15. Now, with Yuuri at the ripe old age of 23 and Viktor, 27, they meet as talent and manager.
A Week Is Enough by BeautyButterBae
Yuuri asks Victor to become his boyfriend for a week.
Victor agrees.
constellations of me and you by theargonaut
He can’t look away from Viktor, even when he turns and catches him staring. Truth be told, he can never look away from Viktor. Not even in the beginning; surely, not in any dimension or attic of spacetime, could Katsuki Yuuri have ever looked away from Viktor Nikiforov. And when Viktor looks back at him, smiling, it’s all that matters to him.
rekindling by fan_nerd
Victor stands on Yuuri's doorstep in the pouring rain with a bouquet of flowers. It's the middle of the night. The tall man is out of breath, soaking wet, and his eyes are red.
Yuuri sighs, letting his ex-boyfriend in like the sympathetic fool that Victor knows he is. "What are you doing here?"
He hurries to catch his breath and reply, but his mouth is dry.
Victor doesn't exactly have an answer to that question.
When the Sun Met the Moon by Birdieee
There are two kingdoms in the land. The first is the realm of the sun. It is a place of prosperity and growth, of peace and light. It is the realm of all things bright and beautiful. The second, less desirable kingdom, is the realm of the moon. It is a place of shadows and shrouded velvet, of secrets and hidden truths. The rulers of the two kingdoms are as distant as the stars themselves, yet the invisible thread of fate binds them together. What happens when the sun and the moon fall in love?
Gotta Like, Like Those Humans by Shermanshire
"I am going to like, like a human!" Were the exact words that Yuuri had said as a child. They were also the exact words Yurri kept with him for more than a decade later as a loveless vampire. After thinking his words were nothing more than fantasy Yuuri happens to meet the Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov. Now Yuuri has become a thirsty vampire whom's human crush maybe even thirstier.
matched by bigspoonnoya
Viktor Nikiforov considers himself an excellent matchmaker, but there's one love life he can't seem to get right: his own.
ascent by kevystel
Viktor learns that a full week without Yuuri showing up at Yakov’s, all scraped-wire voice and double shot of whatever you have that helps people think, I have a paper to write and I haven’t slept since Saturday, please Viktor! is a good week for Yuuri. A very good week.
(magical coffeeshop dancer au)
sing, sweet nightingale by vityuu (nanahoney)
Once upon a time is how fairytales start.
Once upon a time would Yuuri’s sister say when he was tucked into bed, balancing a thick book on her knees.
Once upon a time would Victor’s mother say, with his father leaning against her, watching her with soft warmth; a fire one could touch without getting burned.
Once upon a time is how their story started, too.
Once upon a time, there was a boy who breathed life into Victor’s battered heart, surrounded with champagne and flickers of flame in his eyes.
Once upon a time, there was a man who took Yuuri’s breath away, even in the dark.
Once upon a time was different for them both.
But it brought them both exactly where they needed to be.
Tremble by krazyanimegirl
"I'm Yuuri." Though his stutter was gone his blush wasn't, which annoyed Viktor to no end. He extended his hand, which Satarou took far too quickly and shook far too long. Now there was definitely a weird feeling bubbling up in his stomach; but it wasn't pain...it was something that just made Viktor want to wrap his hands around Satarou's neck and pull his- and pull Yuuri away from him. Because the sight of someone else touching Yuuri, holding him- made Viktor tremble.
It was the unmistakable emotion of jealousy.
Our bodies won't be the only things battling for dominance by hinatella
Victor is very confused, and, unsurprisingly, very gay.
I’ve got a raging [redacted] and the cause is the sound of your laughter by hinatella
Yuuri is trying to cope with the fact that he has to work with an ex-villain, and here’s a list of ways not to do that.
I can be your devil or your angel, baby by hinatella
Yuuri Katsuki didn’t ask for any of this, and he’s starting to question all of his life choices that lead up to this cursed moment.
Cool Patrol by PandorasBox (AdriannaRhode)
“Well the way I see it, there are two options,” said Phichit, “We can buy booze at the grocery store and go back to someone’s hotel, or we can find a bar and have a few drinks there.”
Yuuri, who had been hovering at the back of the group, seemed to perk up at the idea of drinks.
“Why not both?”
(A companion piece to "The Yuri Katsuki Support Group")
The Yuri Katsuki Support Group by PandorasBox (AdriannaRhode)
yuri katsudon: UNLESS I AM VERY MUCH MISTAKEN yuri katsudon: WHICH IS NOT OUT OF THE QUESTION AT THIS POINT yuri katsudon: VICTOR NIKIFOROV IS ALSEEP ON MY FLOOR
(aka The Entire First Season of Yuri!!! On Ice as told by The Great Figure Skating Group Chat)
The Devil Wears Gucci by Multiple_Universes
Christophe Giacometti watched the new interviewee walk out of Victor’s office. Everything about him was wrong from the clothes and the haircut to his general attitude and walk. At the same time there was something naïve about him and Chris was prepared to bet that he’d just graduated from college. “Who is that sad little person?” he asked Victor. “Are we doing a before and after piece I don’t know about?”
good morning, you by forev
He looks into the mirror, and almost faints. Almost straight up passes the fuck out. Because there, staring back at him, is Victor mother-effing Nikiforov. He feels like he might die.
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or; there can never be enough bodyswap fics, so here's another
Put the Cameras away! by JackalopeQueen
Viktor didn’t like this he didn’t like this one bit. But this was his mate’s decision after all and whatever his beautiful mate wanted he got.
Long Night by thicctor-nikiforov (trashbambi)
Viktor made his way back to his bed after a midnight trip to the bathroom, he was stopped in the hall outside his room by the sound of a faint moan floating through the closed door to Yuuri’s. His thin brows furrowed and he moved closer to the door, thinking Yuuri might be in pain from overworking himself during practice that day.
vanity plate by KatsukiYuurisTrophyHusband (spookyfoot)
Victor turns, frowns at the license plate, and murmurs,“maybe I went too subtle.”
But he rallies and looks at Yuuri, so smug that Yuuri wants to kiss it off his face, “and you said," Victor affects a voice that sounds like Yuuri’s second cousin who’s eaten too many chili peppers, “‘Vitya, you’ve never been subtle in your life.’”
Yuuri crosses his arms in front of his chest, unimpressed, “there’s subtle and then there’s incomprehensibly cryptic.”
Victor is undeterred, “Yurio will get it. He uses Instagram.”
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“What the fuck does that say?” Yurio growls.
Victor pouts, "does no one appreciate genius anymore?"
“No one appreciates you, there’s a difference.” ______________
Or: No one understands Victor's new license plate.
with a love this deep by lazulisong for kevystel
There's two types of dates Victor and Yuri go on in St. Petersburg. Yuri likes them both.
you're like heaven to touch by lazulisong
"Is this because I let you watch American movies as a child," says Yakov flatly. "The ones where the popular boy gives his coat to the pretty girl?"
Victor puts up both eyebrows in a delicately mocking gesture that was unbearable when he was a fey creature of sixteen and makes Yakov yearn to clip him around the ears now, when he's twenty-eight. "'Let' me?" he says.
in any place you'll allow by lazulisong for dadvans
Yuri's in preheat and Victor is going crazy. More crazy.
made from love by alykapedia
"Then just stop trying to make a baby when you have sex!"
Yurio finally screams, a month after Yuuri's third heat off contraceptives and the pregnancy test comes out negative.
"Maybe the baby's having performance anxiety with all the pressure you idiots are putting on it! Just have sex like you normally do and maybe you can finally get knocked up!"
(Or: In which a certain percentage of baby acquisitions are not at all accidental.)
Of Drunken Viktors and Lost Umbrellas by annabeth for shadesofhades
Yuuri and a drunk Viktor walking under the same umbrella in the rain.
Toe the Line by forochel
Yuuri wears a dress, steps on Viktor, gets done just right.
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The other, however, Yuuri has free — eyes still locked with Viktor’s, he shifts his weight, lifts his free foot. Lets the punched out gasp Viktor relinquishes go straight to the pooling heat in his groin and low in his spine, when he sets his foot delicately to the bulge stretching the fine silk of Viktor’s dress pants.
Cold by JoeyChanSan
Despite having been living in Hasetsu with Yuuri for several months already, it wasn't the first time the russian skater found himself staring outside the window of his bedroom comparing his native country’s weather to Japan's.
The Boy and the Knight by Yuripaws
Ser Viktor Nikiforov would never notice a lowly squire like Yuuri Katsuki.
Knight/Medieval AU
Alternately Titled: I Don't Know What I'm Doing But I Sure Do Enjoy Game Of Thrones
Quite The Exquisite Creature by wildenessat221b
Lord Feltsman's gatherings were always despairingly dull.
Well... Mostly.
What Friends Are For by Trickster_Angel
Yuuri and Phichit don't normally swear. But college life makes the word ‘fuck’ just so fucking relevant. Not to mention, it's hard to be a normal college student when you're a world class figure skater with an obvious crush that all your friends know about and make fun of you for. That just makes it twice as fucking fun. Seven times Yuuri and Phichit made each other swear plus two times they made others swear.
256 Allan Hall by Lukesnotpunk
“So how did Georgi meet this girl?” Yuuri found himself asking. Victor immediately groaned, and Yuuri felt bad for asking. “They literally met on move in day, and she lives on the first floor! They’re acting like they’re so in love that they have to spend every moment together, and it has to be in our room because her roommate is ‘evil’ but come on, man. Calm down,” Victor complained, wildly gesturing with his hands to show his annoyance. Yuuri laughed at the way that Victor was completely over exaggerating his movements, and Victor smiled at him. Yuuri had to push thoughts of how beautiful Victor was from his mind again, though it seemed at this point to be a losing battle.
Or, Phichit and Yuuri live down the hall from Victor and Georgi, and Georgi keeps kicking out Victor to "hang out" with his new girlfriend. And maybe Yuuri thinks Victor is pretty cute, but he isn't going to tell him or anything, no, that would make things weird. Right?
Beautiful by ipona
Yuuri Katsuki lives in the same apartment building as The Most Beautiful Man in the World, but somehow he only manages to run into him when he's a complete mess.
AU where they're not ice skaters, basically just a story of Yuuri and Viktor falling in love.
La Rambla Beneath the Moon by themaelstromwrites
"Viktor gapes in wonder at the sight of his fiancé moving without inhibition, not out of inebriated unrestraint but as though caught up in the passion of the art. Yuuri is creating music with his body in a way Viktor could never have imagined. He steps forward, past the line of onlookers, starstruck by the raw emotion of this performance as it spontaneously becomes. Yuuri glimpses him, and lights up with the most radiant smile Viktor has ever seen, and Yuuri pulls him into the center of the circle before drawing back and bidding that he chase --"
Or, what happens in Barcelona the night of the Grand Prix Final.
You Set My Heart on Fire by whelvenwings
Everyone has a soulmate. And everyone sees any marks on their soulmate's skin appear on their own body; it starts with the first marks, drawn on by the midwife at birth. Not everyone is lucky enough to have a soulmate who replies, but Yuuri does, and he knows that he should feel fortunate - however, when he's trying to make a living as a small-time painter, and his soulmate is the famous artist, Viktor Nikiforov... well, it seems slightly less than fortunate. Yuuri can't help but feel self-conscious. So self-conscious, in fact, that he's never even shown Viktor his face, never let Viktor hear his voice. The only way that they've spoken is through ink, writing message after message to each other on their skin - but that's all about to change.
The Song Inside of Me by cutthroatpixie
After years of playing and composing, Viktor ends up halfway around the world in search of inspiration. Perhaps the missing piece he needs isn’t too far from where he ends up.
Maybe Baby. by IllyasJames
Yuuri always gets a few extra pounds in the off season and since he knows Victor don't really mind he's less conscious about it. Still there are days Victor sees Yuuri rub his hand over his stomach as if he's not happy with it. He just never thought the reason could be what it is.
This is not a A/B/O story, this is canon continued.
Phallus by rosesandmoredance for all_those_big_ass_trees
Based on a true story friends. Viktor is an extra millionaire and loves art. He loves to show off his art. And uh, Mayor Feltsman is not impressed.
of paperback novels and several loud screeching noises by katsusin
Yuuri Katsuki: lonely bookstore owner
Victor Nikiforov: lonely author.
Phichit Chulanont: everybody's favorite meddling best friend.
Setting Sun by LittleLostStar
Canon-divergent AU. Just before he skates at the Hot Springs On Ice, Yuuri receives a photo of his drunken GPF banquet antics; consumed with humiliation over a night he can’t remember, he loses the competition. Victor goes back to Russia with Yurio, and Yakov comes to train Yuuri in Japan. One night, frustrated and miserable, Yuuri posts some personally relevant song lyrics on Instagram—and wakes up the next morning to find that Victor has posted lyrics that seem to be a reply.
With the world watching their every move, Victor and Yuuri begin trading lyrics in a secret conversation; from playful rivalry to intense seduction, through Savage Garden and San Fermin, their virtual affair unfolds, hidden in plain sight. But the Grand Prix approaches, bringing with it newfound opportunities for Yuuri’s career, and his new life hinges on two things: winning the gold, and staying away from Victor.
i feel we're close enough (i wanna lock in your love) by JMonCheri
Viktor is having an existential crisis.
So what does he do? He makes three promises:
1.) To never let his superhero life get in the way of his personal one
2.) To try and get him and Yuuri together, even if Viktor's balls turn nonexistent whenever he tries to tell Yuuri that he likes him
3.) To never let his guard down around his rival superhero, Eros
Surprise surprise, Viktor breaks all three of them.
A Lifetime to Perfect by BrinThePuffling
Yuuri dreamed of meeting his soulmate for as long as he could remember. Imagined a grand romantic fairytale. Life, he learns, is rarely like dreams.
No Sound Sweeter Than Your Laughter by BrinThePuffling
Meeting your soulmate was supposed to be effortless. Soulmarks made it easier than ever to find the one (or ones) you were destined to be with. If only soulmarks could do anything to prevent misunderstandings.
The Two Mr. Nikiforovs by bratinella
Secrets are normal in Viktor’s opinion. Yuuri shares his sentiments. Everyone has secrets they keep from others and he knows even Yuuri has some just as Viktor has. He is very grateful to have trust and understanding between them and Viktor allows his husband to maintain his privacy just as Yuuri gives Viktor his own.
Which lies in the problem.
A Sudden Drop by preciousbunnynoiz
Even with couples who communicate well accidents can occur.
Basically Victor and Yuri fuck up and Yuri ends up dealing with subdrop
Mentions of smut but this is mostly exploring the side of BDSM that involves communicating with your partner away from sexual situations. Especially when things go wrong.
Beg For It by softpureboy
Yuuri has a sinful daddy kink and likes to torture Victor.
Soothing the Savage Beast by preciousbunnynoiz
Victor is in a foul mood and being an asshole to everyone. Yuuri isn't upset so much as concerned until he figures out why. So he take Victor home to burn off some tension.
be the hitch in your breath by alykapedia
The smart and responsible thing to do is to shake his head and say no. Send out a few messages to let people know that Viktor’s in his rut and they won’t be making it to practice any time soon, make sure they have supplies to last a week or so, and maybe ask Yurio to come over and get Makkachin.
But Yuuri does none of that because he's kind of an idiot when it comes to Viktor.
Apartment by c000kiesandcream
Suddenly, his eyes darted sideways, and they latched onto Yuuri’s. He smiled, softly, and raised his voice slightly to introduce himself.
And Yuuri could not muster the courage to say a single word.
Stimulating Conversation by threerings
Yuuri is determined to get to the bottom of why Victor keeps flirting with him. This leads to a conversation. With alcohol.
“Besides,” said Victor. “Maybe if I get you drunk I can learn some of your secrets.” Yuuri coughed as he swallowed. “My secrets?”
“Yes. The secrets of the mysterious Katsuki Yuuri, enigma of the figure skating world.” Yuuri nearly choked again at that.
He laughed and shook his head. “You don’t need to make fun of me.”
“What? You are an enigma.”
“Sure.”
“I’m not joking,” Victor assured. “No one really knows what to make of you, Yuuri. You’re so quiet most of the time and then other times...” Yuuri just looked at the other man as he trailed off. He shook his head and reached to pour them both more sake.
Seemingly Purrfect by IllyasJames
Some people snore, some people talk in their sleep, some people reenact fight scenes, and apparently some people can purr, when they are asleep. This leaves the one awake wondering if they should pet them or not. At least that is what Victor would love to do if not for the fact Yuuri is snuggled way tighter than is good for his mood, and he's scared he might wake him.
Michigan Weather (Isn't so Bad) by esutonia
“Good morning, I’m Victor Nikiforov, here with your daily forecast. It’s shaping up to be a chilly day of yet another volatile week, let’s take a look at our satellite radar. Hamburg at 14, Ann Arbor at 16, Essex at 10—”
His voice (oh God, even his voice sounds like an angel’s) worms its way into Yuuri’s head, and he wonders what his regular voice sounds like, what it’d sound like in the—
“You’re thirsty for the weatherman, aren’t you?” Phichit waggles his eyebrows suggestively. “I don’t suppose I deserve a thank you?”
Komorebi by cosmiceleste
They're in each others arms when Yuuri looks up at Viktor and smiles, nuzzling closer to his chest and asking himself how he became so lucky to be with him.
Viktor asks himself the same thing.
Baby Blue Prince by Daughter of Vayu (aquaregia)
When Viktor Nikiforov met Yuuri, he didn't know that cute guy with awful baby blue tie was actually a real life prince. The one with titles and such.
The Modern Royalty AU with Yuuri as Prince Cinnamon Roll.
All Eyes on Me by Kizuna_Auri
Yuuri, under the username of Eros, is a size queen omega who most certainly does not have an obsession with fellow camboy and legendary silver-haired alpha Aria. Just like Phichit is not the most meddlesome roommate known to man.
over and over by Ceta
Hours later - Victor belatedly remembered that there was such a thing as time zones when he woke up to his phone vibrating by his ear - Yuuri sent back Hello(〃・ω・〃)
Victor read the text, stared, then buried his face into one of the couch pillows for all of four seconds before he fumbled with his phone and texted back.
Or; Victor meets Yuuri in a bathroom. They hit it off from there.
not gold like in your dreams by ebenroot
“Victor, you could have let some psychopath into your apartment.”
“Oh come on, he’s not a psychopath,” Victor chides. Christophe makes a gesture with his hand that says ‘are you seriously this naïve or are you drunk at work again?’.
“Victor, you don’t know that. You don’t know anything about him. Whose name am I going to give to the police or face I’m going to describe to the sketch artist when they find your body chopped up like Hannibal Lecter’s side dish?”
--
in which Victor and Yuuri are roommates and Yuuri has a secret
Red by Maiden_of_the_Moon
Dressed in little more than black gossamer, Eros had poised himself inside of his dressing room’s doorframe with a tube of lipstick between his painted fingers, the makeup’s ruddy tip already conformed to his lower lip. It was like watching the Cheshire reappear, one swipe of his smile at a time. He purred, Do you think, Mister Nikiforov, that if I tried very hard, I could make you redder than Russian Red’s namesake?
Sleep Deprivation by domokunrainbowkinz
Yuuri is very sleep deprived and his filter disappears. The silver-haired stranger with a cute dog finds it endearing.
Offer Me That Deathless Death by marihy
Yuuri was just trying to be a gentleman by walking the red-haired woman home.
He hadn't meant to get whisked away by the top members of the Russian Mafia, he definitely hadn't meant to get two of the most powerful men in the world trying to kill him, and he definitely definitely hadn't meant to seduce the pakhan.
But now that he's in this mess, he's going to fight to the finish.
something so wholesome about you by crossroadswrite
It was supposed to be his year. He was supposed to-
Celestino stops talking and squeezes his shoulder. Yuuri looks up at him, opens his mouth to say something when someone says his name.
He freezes, holds his breath for a full second against the painfully familiar voice, not daring to hope. Then, very slowly, he turns towards the source, eyes going wide with disbelieve.
“Mari?”
(Or: in which Vicchan lives, Yuuri doesn't quite fail and doesn't quite get drunk, but manages to accidentally woo Victor Nikiforov anyway.)
For Future Reference by dia_dove
Anon asked:request: victor taking pictures/recording Yuri during their sexy time so that he can have them when he's away.
When Life Gives You Lemons, Add Sugar by shereadsthestars
What could possibly be worse than getting stuck with a roommate you weren't expecting?
Discovering that roommate is none other than Viktor f*cking Nikiforov.
To Boldly Go by xylophones
“Yuuri!” Viktor calls. “I’ve come to rescue you!” Yuuri stares at him blankly. He gestures to the various unconscious space pirates with his recently discharged phaser. “Oh, Captain,” he deadpans. “Save me.”
Or:
A year in the life of badass science officer Yuuri Katsuki, Captain Viktor “Team Mom” Nikiforov, and simultaneously the best crew and worst crew in Starfleet history.
(No prior Star Trek knowledge needed! It’s a loose AU!)
My Name On Your Lips by feelslikefire
Yuuri Katsuki has been betrothed to the High King's son, Victor, since he was just a child; furthermore, as an omega, he's forbidden from practicing magic in combat. For years, he's been able to put off the former because the Prince was traveling abroad, and gotten around the latter by practicing with his mentor in secret.
Now Victor Nikiforov has finally returned home, and Yuuri is being summoned to the capital for their wedding. He needs a plan to put off marriage long enough to find a way to break the betrothal, while keeping his practicing from being discovered.
If only the Prince didn't have other ideas.
The Return of the Little Piggy by JMonCheri
Everybody had their regrets in college.
For the students, it was making fun of Katsuki Yuuri.
For Yuuri, it was letting himself become too stupid.
For Viktor, it was not doing anything.
_-_
Once there was a boy named Katsuki Yuuri, who was shy, loved to make clothes, had adorable smiles and was fatter than the usual average human being. Unfortunately for him, apparently being chubby wasn't all that accepted in the norm back then. After numerous accounts of bullying, Katsuki Yuuri disappears for good.
Now years later, there is now a man only known as Y.K. Fashion tyrant, multimillionaire, professional cold-stare giver... and is trying his ultimate best to run away from his dark past, until a certain silver haired CEO of a certain rival company who went to the same certain college he went to back then decides to flat out entangle their fates together. Do both of them have anything to say for it? Sadly, no. No they don't.
will you go to prom with me? by thishasbeencary
Viktor's promposal for Yuuri had to be perfect. He knew Yuuri, though, and he knew that it couldn't be extravagantly over the top, but it also couldn't be a stereotype he pulled off of Google. It was harder than he expected it to be. Also known as: Five ways Viktor considered promposing to Yuuri and one way he didn't.
Private Show by moimiles
Chris had dragged Victor to an insane amount of strip clubs over the years, but that didn't mean Victor expected to fall in love with a stripper.
Leather and Lazy Mornings by kiaronna
“Hey,” says Yuri Plisetsky, “you do realize that guy you’re throwing your tack box at doesn’t work here, right?”
“What do you mean?” Viktor questions. “He always grooms Makkachin for me, if Yakov demands I do something else and I don’t have time.”
“Your horses are smarter than both of you put together.”
Where Viktor is the reigning champion of English showmanship, but mostly just has a crush on the cute guy he always sees around the stables.
Baby, I’m Preying on You Tonight by cuttlemefish
Yuuri and Phichit registered and named the pet shop when they were drunk. They didn’t exactly expect it to become the most popular pet shop in Seattle. (It was only supposed to be a front to fund Phichit’s (undercover) animal rescue missions.) Enter Viktor Nikiforov, the man with the pink Cadillac and the giant brown poodle (that's stolen Yuuri's heart), and Yuuri might have lost his mind, because apparently he keeps flirting with a client – and he never even notices.
across our skin by thishasbeencary
When you're born, you have the first words your soulmate says to you on your arm. When they say them to you, they turn red and you get another set of words that change your relationship with your soulmate. Viktor's first set is in Japanese and he doesn't understand, but the second is "Be my coach, Viktor".
He has the second set for 10 years before he finally hears them.
anarchy for sale! t-shirts only ten dollars by KatsukiYuurisTrophyHusband (spookyfoot)
Because the universe is somehow both cruel and indifferent, Yuuri sees Victor again two days later in the lobby of his ballet studio. He’s just finished his advanced pointe workshop. His hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat, he's painted with a full body flush, and he's wearing a shirt Phichit custom ordered that says “Tastier Than Katsudon” in screaming neon orange.
“Hi Yuuri!” Victor’s beaming and blocking his only exit. ____________
A falling-in-love story told through questionable t-shirts.
Reasons Yuuri Katsuki Doesn't Get Paid Enough by SkeletonKey
1. Having to yell at kids for skating like idiots 2. Explaining to parents of said kids why they were kicked off the ice 3. The horrifying smell of Phichit's feet 4. Victor Nikiforov almost decapitating a 12 year old
In which Yuuri works as an Ice Guard with Phichit, and Victor is the stupidly attractive figure skater who tries to practice flying camels in the middle of crowded public sessions.
Welcome to Detroit Dental and Orthodontics by stanzas
Victor stops the car, turns off the engine, and Yuri rolls out the car with the attitude of every slightly inconvenienced teenager. Yuri flips his shades up, stares in disbelief at the sign in front of the well-manicured lawn squished between two old barber shops: DETROIT DENTAL AND ORTHODONTICS.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he says.
Or: Victor has a crush on his favorite shy, attractive dentist, and Yuri suffers.
Hurricane by yintsunami
"Yuuri was a hurricane: beautiful and destructive. He swept Viktor (and arguably half the skating world) off their feet and destroyed the ball room in the process. Reuniting with Yuuri had been… confusing. He was that anxious person once again. He was still beautiful, but less like a hurricane. He was timid comparatively.
Submissive.
Viktor had been very very wrong in that regard."
The Game Has Only Just Begun by Seito
"Yuuri~! I'm home!"
Silence.
Victor blinked, before his blood grew cold. The box of chocolates fell out of his hands. He reached for phone, hitting speed dial.
There pinned to the wall was piece of Yuuri's favorite jacket held in place by a knife. The gleam of moonlight reflected off the golden ring, Yuuri's engagement ring tied to the end of the fabric. Cut into the wall, letters jagged and crooked, a note: 'We have your fiancée, Agent King.'
-.-.-
Or the Spy!AU no one asked for
Blue Roses and Golden Apples by RedxLipstick
After a whirlwind night Victor is sure he's found his mate in one Yuuri Katsuki. But Yuuri doesn't remember any of this? Worse still-how can Victor control his every alpha instinct screaming at him to claim his omega?
This story covers Victor and Yuuri meeting at the GPF banquet through the canon timeline, and beyond!
Cup of Tea by IllyasJames
The photographer sets the Danseur up for a blind date with one of his models.
Yuuri loves Phichit, really he does. It's just that he rather just not be personal around people. So dates are just not his cup of things. Crushes, now those he can do. He kinda has had several. And if all of them in one way or another resemble his first one, just means he has a type.
Proper Checkups and Physicals by PrussianVenom
Viktor makes good on his promise to "treat" Yuuri to a personal "nurse"
Stay by pensversusswords
Of all the ways the night could have ended, Yuuri would have never guessed that he would be in Prince Viktor's bed with his royal highness asleep in his arms.
Whatever You Want by TreacherousGnome
Viktor had kissed him for all the world to see, but Yuuri can't even work up the nerve to talk about it afterwards. He can't put into words how badly he wants more; he can barely admit it to himself. It's a good thing Viktor knows *just* how to build up his confidence.
Third time's a charm by halesiias
When Victor falls in love, he falls faster than poor Alice down her rabbit hole, and this time without a miracle cake to solve all his issues.
What is, and what could be by kaizuka
A look into first meetings and second chances. Nothing will ever happen if you don't at least try, starting off with a simple "hi".
Espresso by withoutwingsx
Prompt- You kicked two guys out for being rude but turns out they were a couple and now everyone including your crush thinks you're homophobic but you're actually 100% homosexual aka Yuuri was not dealing with this shit today.
look into your eyes [and the sky's the limit] by aeriamamaduck
Yuuri found himself ignoring the television, hyper-aware of his hand finding its way to the top of Victor’s thigh. He gave a slight press into the hard muscle, slowly making his way to Victor’s knee in a light stroke.
A long-fingered hand gracefully covered his, smooth and playful as they interlocked. “Oh right! It’s our day off tomorrow, isn’t it?”
He said it like it was a huge surprise. “Don’t act like you weren’t thinking about it,” Yuuri muttered, face reddening deeper even as his gut grew warm with anticipation, and his cheek still pressed against Victor’s shoulder.
an ever-fixed mark by TrumpetGeek
Yuuri is absolutely gorgeous. Viktor could write poems about the soft pink that paints his cheeks and nose. He could pen lyrics about the slope of Yuuri’s smile and the way he bites his lip to try to keep the laughter inside. The sparkle in Yuuri’s eyes would be enough to give hope to even the most lovelorn soul. The warmth of Yuuri’s body pressed against his and the bubbling heat of the feelings he induces in Viktor would be more than enough protection from even the harshest of Russian winters.
Yuuri laughs again and ducks his head, embarrassed, and Viktor covers his mouth with his hand because he thinks he may have said some of that out loud. Oops.
Wishin' and Hopin' by darlingholocene
"I know as well as you do that you’re a big romantic at heart, or you wouldn’t be the most requested wedding planner in New York City. Maybe it’s time you give the City a chance”.
--
Or, the one where Victor organizes weddings for a living but has never been in love, Katsuki Yuuri is a very stressed best man of honor, Chris wants Victor to pull a Jennifer Lopez and Yurio would very much like to be excluded from this narrative.
Unconventional by so_shhy
After freezing up in front of his idol at a comic con panel, Yuuri decides that he needs an awful lot of alcohol to get over the embarrassment. It is a decision he will regret.
The fandom AU I can’t believe I wrote, featuring movie star!Victor Nikiforov and fanfic author!Yuuri Katsuki.
Sonnet 116 by violetlolitapop
“Canst thou, o cruel! Say I love thee not,” Victor says with a deep, resigned sigh. “Do I not think on thee, when I forgot am of myself, all tyrant, for thy sake?”
“You are one of the biggest pushovers for this boy I have ever seen,” Mila comments from her seat next to him without even looking up from her clipboard.
Or:
In which the principal actor of the Shakespearean Cabaret theater troupe is ridiculously head-over-heels in love with their oblivious new cast member and everyone schemes to make his life hell.
Once You Go Greek by Defiant-Dreams (baterina_1234)
1) Go for what you want.
2) Make use of what you have.
3) Everyone in Alpha Kappa Omega is an asshole.
And then he meets Yuuri Katsuki. The more he gets to know Yuuri, the more Viktor finds that he's no longer sure what he wants anymore and that might make him lose the best thing he's ever had.
Or:
A fraternity fic wherein Yuuri and Viktor are in rival frats, but they fall in love anyway.
Past Present and Future by Inu_Sensei
Viktor picked up the twins and looked at the woman, “You look beautiful as ever” he said without thinking.
“T-thank you” she looked down… uhm… can I get my kids back?”
“You share the kids you know” Yakov panting behind her, “Stubbornness from their father and your stamina, not a good mix” said Yakov.
Turmoil. by IllyasJames
From all the things this was the last thing either Yuuri or Victor ever thought they'd argue about. They just can't seem to get to a good middle ground on it unsettling all the other Russian skaters with their bickering.
But honestly, until the Russians find out what it was about they have some opinions of their own.
Confessions Behind these Bruises by Gayson
The leader of the Russian Mafia could be described in many ways. Of course to the public's eye, Viktor Nikiforov was nothing short of perfection. Tall, rich, powerful, charming, and unbelievably handsome. He knew this fact very well, using this to his advantage at getting anybody he wanted whenever he wanted.
That is until Yuuri Katsuki caused him to fall flat on his butt and make him rethink everything he's ever known.
Introducing the mafia AU nobody asked for about how a cocky self reliant bachelor falls incredibly in love with the adorable sassy dancing protégée of Lilia- Yuuri Katsuki.
Out of the Sea by SophiaFrederica
“Someone needs to make sure that you don’t go lusting after him too hard and accidentally enchant him with your beautiful voice and get him drowned. The royal family of Russia has no heir at the moment, so it would definitely drive the country into a chaos, and then it would be no use trying to make an alliance with them.”
“Phichit!”
aka The Little Mermaid AU no one asked for. This one is based on the Disney version, because anyone who has read the original fairy tale knows it doesn't end happily.
Just Hold On (We're Going Home) by kiaronna
Where Yuuri remembers the banquet, Viktor forgets, and Yakov Feltsman has his own plans. “I’ve been made aware of your recent break with Celestino Cialdini, and would like to offer you a trial period where you train under me, in St. Petersburg. There are only three conditions: you will board with another one of my students, you will take ballet with Madame Baranovskaya, and you will help me coach Yuri Plisetsky, who refuses to listen to my criticisms of his spins.” Yakov nods at this point, leans forwards and looks Yuuri in the eye. “I will charge no coaching fees.” With a deal like that, even if it means he has to face Viktor again, Yuuri has no choice but to agree.
#Katsudamn by lucycamui
Victor surprises Yuuri with a trip to an adult store and gets a little more than he bargained for. Or maybe that was the plan all along.
“The colors match our Stammi Vicino costumes!” Victor’s eyes positively sparkled. Meanwhile, his hands held two packaged, decently-sized, ribbed, purple and blue vibrators. With gold rings around the hilts, presumably where they would untwist to replace the batteries.
“You knew this wasn’t a toy store,” Yuuri accused flatly.
“Well, technically, it is a toy store.”
The Rules For Lovers by ADreamingSongbird
Prince Yuuri Katsuki has a duty to his country, above all else (his desires, his dreams, and his happiness included), and he knows this alliance will help to ensure the safety of his people. That’s the only reason he accepts Prince Nikiforov’s hand in marriage. The pleasant surprise, of course, is the part where they fall in love along the way. The unpleasant one, well…
That’s a long story.
How Long Does It Take To Fall In Love? by orangelapin
Yuri Katsuki never wanted to meet his idol. He couldn't imagine Prince Victor ever caring about a lowly college student. Yuri's also pretty sure he'd screw up everything if he ever met Prince Victor and he'd like to save himself the embarrassment. Unfortunately for Yuri, he's going to lose his dignity and his shirt in very short order after meeting the prince.
Aftermath by IllyasJames
Getting drunk at an after-party at work did not look like a bad thing at first. Yuuri had hoped it would have gotten him to talk to some of his co-workers as normally he's too shy. He should have known that getting drunk at an after-party would get him into trouble. There was no way he could have seen this train wreck coming though.
See You Next by rougeandtonic
Yuuri realizes that he'll sabotage Victor's career if he asks him to coach and compete at the same time. This leads to a standoff of ultimatums over who will skate and who won't.
A standoff that ends with Victor in St Petersburg and Yuuri half a world away.
Or,
In which Yuuri needs to learn to listen and Victor needs to learn to speak.
A Fateful Encounter by BuryTheCastle
Yuuri wasn't that short. If anything, he was an average height. No, it was the grocery store's fault. With the store so understaffed and the shelves so poorly stocked, how can anyone reach anything? At least, Yuuri can say something good came out of his ordeal. After all, he had quite a fateful encounter.
to keep you warm by karasunotsubasa
How do you love someone who you can't touch? Simple – with a force of burning fire, enough to melt your heart.
- or the fic where Victor is the Witch of the North and Yuuri is the principal apprentice of the Rising Sun and they can't be around each other without someone getting hurt (it's Victor, it's always Victor)
So this is it for now, I guess? I still have a whole bunch more and I’ll update this I promise! I hope you enjoy this and have a nice day! x
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I’ve been meaning to do this since the Assassins Creed movie came out on DVD, but I kinda didn’t think to do it until I was watching it last night. So, at long last, I’m giving my Official critic of the movie, while also discussing some points of interest.
Thus, I give you, Murphy’s Official Assassins Creed Movie Critic. (part one)
This is gonna be quite the post (including pictures!) so it’s obviously under a read more. It will probably take me a few hours to write & maybe an hour to read. Ya’ll been warned. It will also, obviously, contain spoilers so if you don’t want that shit then I suggest not reading this. Overall, these are my thoughts, as an Assassins Creed fan, on the movie & if you don’t agree, think I’m crazy, etc. I really do not give a care.
Anyway, here we are, enjoy if you can, & of course I’d dig some feedback/discussion.
Okay so first I want to start off by saying that, as a movie in itself, Assassins Creed was pretty great. It wasn’t revolutionary or anything super special, but the effects & the production was pretty good, in my opinion. From the perspective of a person not familiar with the games it’s easy to follow & not overly complicated. It was, as a movie, decent.
As a movie representing a 10-year-old franchise that has 10 years of established canon and development and complexities the movie was an utter fucking mess. In my opinion. Also, a personal bias, I really do not like Michael Fassbender so that was an immediate -10 in my book. But, because I’m such a wonderful person, I’ll look past that & say that Michael Fassbender was okay & as the movie progressed my desire to punch him in the face lessened.
So, here we go, from the top, first scene in the movie was awful.
As a huge fan (ya’ll know this) of Altair this really made me angry. First of all I’d like to make the point that Altair died in 1257, & that the historical parts of the movie take place in 1492. Secondly, & I don’t think I have to remind anyone of this, Altair, using the Apple of Eden, wrote the Codex... during his time (despite the continuity issues in the first game) the ring finger was cut off to enable the use of the hidden blade, but with the Apple he devised a new design that made this morbid little ritual unnecessary, as we learn in the second game.
Now, they could just be doing it as a ritual of tradition, but I don’t see why, considering that about 3 years earlier Ezio was inducted into the Order in Italy & their ritual involved branding the finger not cutting it off. It could just be a communication issue, but considering the amount of time that passed & the proximity of Spain to Italy I find that unlikely.
Thus this is kind of... stupid, & before someone says it’s because they wanted continuity for non-gamers lemme just say that this little piece of information isn’t important in the grand scheme of understanding the assassins creed world. They could just as easily branded the finger or done nothing at all, & since this blatantly ignores canon what was the point of adding it anyway?
So far, not impressed.
Next order of business, this scene:
Jesus, when I first saw the movie I was like ??? what is going on here why did he kill her? Then he was like ‘they found us’ & I kinda understood & then I was just... appalled by how they portray the assassins from the getgo. Firstly, when I saw this scene the second time all I could think of was how sad Rebecca would have been hearing about this. Two perfectly good assassins, one of them dead at the hand of her partner to avoid capture, & the other captured, orphaning a son.
& knowing all that we do about how small the brotherhood’s numbers are this makes zero sense. Why kill her (death before dishonor maybe?) when you could just as easily get your son & run? This isn’t the assassin way! This isn’t what assassins do! Assassins don’t just lay down & take what’s coming, they don’t sit complacent to a world that needs to be saved. They don’t just accept death! This isn’t the assassin brotherhood! This isn’t right!
Now, a reasonable explanation might be (& I have theories about this) that where they were living is like where Desmond grew up: it was a ‘safe’ community made up of assassins trying to live on the down low. I think this is reasonable because of this concept art:
In the background, behind Cal on his bike, are hooded figures that look a lot like the guy who we can assume is his dad. I don’t think they’re Templars because if you look past his dad there’s the jeeps & you can already see a guy standing out with a gun like in the movie. So maybe this was a community, though if that’s true that still raises a bunch of questions, like why didn’t they all run, & if only Cal’s dad knew about it why didn’t he say anything to the others?
& if it was a death before dishonor sort of thing why didn’t he slit his own throat when the Templars found him? Why not kill Cal too? Of course, I guess it’s implied that Cal’s mom wasn’t aware when she died, that his dad took her by surprise by stabbing her in the back. But still that raises the question, why? Why kill her then allow yourself to be captured? Why kill her then tell your son to run if you intended to be captured? & if they really were living among assassins why wasn’t there more to this? Why wasn’t anyone fighting?
Watching this scene I just want to scream why repeatedly at the screen, because I just do not understand any of it. & when I try to explain what’s going on to myself it just makes things worse, introducing new questions. So, as far as I’m concerned, this is just a tragic backstory made specifically to build the type of character they wanted Cal to be, which I think is shitty mostly because I think Cal is a shitty character in general.
My only comment about the next scene is that Cal is seriously fucked in the head.
Also, why are literally all assassins decent artists? Is it a genetic thing?
Next, the ever classic “I woke up in a strange place with a needle in my arm so don’t mind me while I rip that little shit right out & make a beeline for the door” scene. &, of course, I wonder why he runs? There is literally no threat? What does he think this is, an episode of the Twilight Zone? You’re a paranoid fucker, aren’t you Cal?
My next thing is, if Aguilar had his finger cutoff how can Cal wear his blades?
Like I understand it is very likely Abstergo modified them, but I still feel like they should have explained that? Because I’m pretty sure there was some perceptive non-gamer in the theater wondering how the fuck Cal could wear them without cutting his own finger off? & why the fuck, if Aguilar had two blades, did they only cut off the finger on one hand? I smell so many continuity issues here it’s not even funny. But I can hear your thoughts: oh Murphy now you’re just nitpicking at the small details shut up. As an aspiring director & screenwriter, as a lover of film, I’m nitpicking at this because there’s someone in the crowd who did too. This sort of thing shouldn’t be left unsaid, even if it is “obvious”.
Now, my thoughts on the Animus: cool af, like legit. I imagine Rebecca looking at it & yelling “what did you do to baby??” with either utter horror or excited surprise. It’s an amusing image, you should try picturing it in your head. I’m not gonna complain about continuity here because its 2016 in the movie & Desmond died in 2012 so Abstergo has probably upgraded a lot. Also, this makes the historic scenes a lot more exciting.
Plus, look at the lighting! This is literally so aesthetically pleasing.
The next historic scene is pretty epic, though I was yelling at the assassins for dying in the fight because guys ??? what are you stormtroopers? I don’t really have any critics about the fight scene because the choreography was amazing, I mean the scene during the chase where Maria fucking backflips off the rock to get behind the Templar? Hot as hell.
Plus, can we just appreciate that they fulfilled the ONE thing that all games share? That one fucking mission where you’re chasing someone in a carriage/cart/on horesback & it takes you five tries to do without dying! I was really happy about this.
Now, the next thing I’m about to share is something I was literally screaming about after I saw the movie. When this scene played out, as short as it was, I was excited af. I knew immediately what I was seeing & that made me very happy. Of course, this was all theory until I got the DVD & watched it... which confirmed my wildest hopes.
Do you see this book? The one Sophie is reading? Do you see how it’s written in Arabic? Do you see how thick it is, the drawing, the little notes scrawled in the corners? DO YOU SEE? Because THIS is Altair’s motherfucking codex. They put his fucking codex in the movie! Sure, it’s a tiny easter egg that you can’t be sure of on the big screen but... I knew it. They put it in. Altair exists! This literally made me so happy last night when I paused the movie I was screaming, like not even in my head I was physically screaming & my mom came upstairs to make sure I was okay.
Plus, even if this ISN’T what I think it is, among the pages Sophie has put up around the apples figures there seems to be at least two written in Arabic. So I have high hopes.
Well, I think I should end on that good note. As I said, I’m open to feedback & discussion! &, as for the rest of the movie, I’ll get into that in a different post so it’s not all jam-packed in one long ass post. Either way, here we have it!
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Johanna Hedva and Lucas Wrench on the durational performance of Machine Project
When Machine Project closed a year ago, on January 13, 2018, we wondered: what if what just ended was a show that was fifteen years long? Perhaps a bunch of artists had visited there as unwitting collaborators in, and audience to, an ongoing performance disguised as discrete events? We asked a couple Machine regulars to write about the show and reflect on how it might help them think about issues specific to performance.
Johanna Hedva: If Machine Project wasn’t a big ol’ performance, what was it?
Was it a science-fiction movie? It had (was) an imaginative concept that foregrounded innovation and exciting technologies, and was entirely populated by extraterrestrials.
Was it a catering service? When I worked there, every day we’d scoot the tables together and squinch our IKEA folding chairs in close and eat the takeout lunch Mark Allen had bought for us out of company funds, and this is the number one reason, of so many reasons, why it’s still the best job I’ve ever had, and I imagine I can speak for my fellow colleagues in saying that it’s one of the best jobs they’ve ever had, simply because eating together day in and day out for several years builds community and trust and friendship like nothing else.
Figure 1: Claire Kohne as Kalypso the vengeful sorceress who chases after Odysseus as he is being rescued in the VONS parking lot. From Odyssey Odyssey (2013).
Was it a really long Vine? ‘Twas a zany goofball slapstick premise exceptionally executed in an unfathomably pinched amount of time, and also served as a vessel for cultural criticism and commentary, while birthing a zillion trends.
Was it a tabletop role-playing game? Maybe not exactly, but in essence it was a bunch of people who could be called players rather than competitors, creating their own characters who participate in a collective narrative within an agreed-upon (fictional or non) setting, which follows guidelines and rules of that agreed-upon world, but which is not necessarily and probably quite different from the rest of the world, and which is great fun and probably addicting. Also, once they got that great website, they sort of became a MMORPG (massively multiplayer online role-playing game), because of those brilliant animated avatars (drawn by Tiffanie Tran) of an octopus (representing the artist), a cactus with a beret (poets), and a pineapple with a mustache (representing the public).
Was it a Hollywood blockbuster? Because it pretty much fits film critic Tom Shone’s definition of a blockbuster being “a fast-paced, exciting entertainment, inspiring interest and conversation beyond the theatre (which would later be called ‘buzz’), and repeated viewings,” and, for a nonprofit, it was pretty damn financially successful.
Was it a book of aphorisms? Fits the Online Etymology Dictionary’s definition for aphorism as “a concise, terse, laconic, and/or memorable expression of a general truth or principle,” and it would be more than just one aphorism, more like a book of them, a very long book, because there were way more than just a few.
Figure 2: Joe Seely as Clay, an old bitch who's been waiting in the desert for 100 years to see the symbol of her desire again. From Ancient Monuments to What (2015).
Speaking of books! Was it a cookbook? Chock full of recipes that simultaneously include careful measurements and room for error, for how to make various dishes, from soupy liquids to layered cakes to multi-plated entrees?
Was it an example of magical realism? Political critique folded into phantasmagorical otherworldly otherworlds, with intricate metaphors, animals, witches, forests, and shipwrecks, and strange objects and doorways that may or may not take you to another dimensional realm that may or may not be 100 years from now or in the past.
Was it a PhD thesis on how certain forms of sociality feel better than others, but strangely it’s hard to articulate why?
Was it an attempt at utopia? Isn’t utopia inherently a failure? Then, but, so, didn’t it succeed?
Was it a puzzle that refused to be solved?
Figure 3: Nickels Sunshine as Yama-uba, a crone with mouths under her hair who feeds on young girls. From Ancient Monuments to What (2015).
Was it a distant island that we tried to voyage to, but alas, our ship ran aground and our beards grew wildly and became entangled in the rigging and, thin with scurvy, we watched the sun go down as the skies roared with thunder and some of us howled at the future while others listened to the wind?
Was it a petition or a vow?
Was it a love letter? It loved me. I loved it. Am I the only one, I don’t think so.
Should these questions be answered? Can they? But why would we want to?
Was it a promise covered in tiny musical notes that when all played together made the big, resounding chord of curious joy?
Was it a dream? It was one of the best dreams.
Johanna Hedva is a fourth-generation Los Angelena on their mother’s side and, on their father’s side, the grandchild of a woman who escaped from North Korea. Hedva is the author of the novel, On Hell (2018, Sator Press). Their fiction, essays, and poems have appeared in Triple Canopy, The White Review, Black Warrior Review, Entropy, Mask, 3:AM, Asian American Literary Review, The Journal Petra, DREGINALD, and Two Serious Ladies. Their works of performance, design, and sound have been shown at Human Resources LA, PAM, the Getty’s 2013 Pacific Standard Time, the LA Architecture and Design Museum, and the Museum of Contemporary Art on the Moon. Most of their performances in Los Angeles were hosted by Machine Project, including The Cave series and Odyssey Odyssey, their adaptation of Homer's Odyssey, which was performed in a Honda Odyssey being driven down the freeway.
Lucas Wrench: Notes on Vermin
The Machine Project Mystery Theater was originally built in 2013 for Chris Weisbart’s Alvarado Caverns project - which transformed Machine Project’s storefront into an amalgamation of a 99 cent store, gas station bathroom, hologram-laden indoor cave, and a faux-victorian seventeen seat basement theater, replete with velvet curtains, gold foam molding, and clamshell stage lights. Most importantly, Machine Project’s Mystery Theater featured a drop-tile foam ceiling, painted gold, leaving a ten inch gap between Machine Project’s rapidly deteriorating ground level floorboards and the precariously adhered foamcore below. Due to Machine Project’s penchant for spontaneous trapdoor construction, by the time I arrived in the summer of 2014, this once benign buffer zone had transformed into a kind of snack graveyard, home to pretzel crumbs, gummy bears, stray popcorn, spilled Tecate, and several bags of chips.
I’d like to examine the multi-year rat infestation that followed through the lens of what our founder refers to in donor presentations as “grass roots porosity”. It’s the philosophy that a small, nimble art space like Machine Project can be host, partner, and collaborator with a wide range of fellow art spaces, community groups, and institutions, creating a network that’s arguably more generative than those of better funded, but less porous institutions.
Figure 1: “Pro-Porosity / Grass Roots Culture”
Porosity is a liability for museums. While Machine Project’s vermin offerings were limited to Snyder’s pretzel rods and various gas station snacks, the sustenance provided by collecting institutions is far more valuable. Anthropological materials offer a protein rich food source, full of keratin, wood proteins, and plant matter. Works on paper can be considered simple sugars - easily digestible starches beloved by louse and silverfish. Painting offers a mixed diet - glues and varnish, wood and canvas. In anticipation of these threats, the borders of the institution are vigilantly policed. Giant freezers inoculate unseen intruders. Inspections and traps hunt for “visitors” like lady bugs and house flies, that can indicate a breach in security and become food for more malevolent vermin. Black lights scan for eggs and insect trails that warn of pending invasions.
Figure 2: Document Freezer at the Gilcrease Museum - Tulsa, OK
Figure 3: Insect trap collection at Gilcrease Museum - Tulsa, OK
To be clear, i’m not advocating for more rat-infested art spaces. Machine Project’s infestation was traumatizing. It demanded weekly visits from Karl The Exterminator to remove glue traps from the drop ceiling. I had a rat chew its way through the secret trapdoor in the upstairs apartment and fall some sixteen feet into the storefront. I saw rat tails dip low between the foamcore tiles, nearly brushing the heads of unsuspecting audience members below. Mice crawled over my feet as I attempted to run sound from the back of the theater. More traumatizing still was the constant, audible scurrying, the threat that at any moment the flimsy tiles would fall, unleashing the barely contained plague above.
Figure 4: Diagram of Machine Project Rat Migration
But with a year and a half of distance between me and the rats, I recognize that the conditions that enabled this gnawing torment are the same conditions that made Machine Project such a valuable resource for artists. It was a space where you could cut a trapdoor in the ceiling without hesitance, and install gold foam tiling without concern for the ensuing trash accumulation. Where a temporary basement theater could stay up for a few more years so other artists can use it. Where the solution to a three year rat infestation was removing the floor of the storefront entirely, then reinstalling it at a 30 degree angle to present a play.
I’m now living in Tulsa, Oklahoma, working at a museum with a giant freezer and insect traps, in an office that requires key-cards to access, where no food is allowed, and the trash is dutifully removed every night. I am protected here - a beneficiary of the museum’s commitment to preserve their collection in perpetuity, and a casualty of the fact that crumbs in my office could spell disaster for some Xth century manuscript stored a floor below. But from a public programming perspective, tasked with bringing the outside in, I can’t help wondering what it would look like to create some space here where a bit of infestation is tolerable. The only problem is how to keep it from spreading.
Lucas Wrench is a 2019 Tulsa Artist Fellow. He was Machine Project’s operations manager (2014-2017) and associate curator (2015-2017).
Machine Project was a place for artists to do fun experiments, together with the public, in ways that influenced culture. It happened at 1200 D North Alvarado, Los Angeles, CA 90026, and elsewhere, from 2003-2018.
Photos by Laure Joliet and provided by the artists.
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