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girl-in-the-tower · 2 years

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what's kores relationship with all the goths? it won't let me copy the emojis.

Kore-Diasomnia gang interactions, coming up~ Thank you for the ask! ❤️

MALLEUS DRACONIA: Dovregubben, as she calls him, is pretty much Kore's weird, cryptid buddy that shows up at her house randomly for no discernable reason and she just learned to accept that this is part of her life now, tbh. They have a rather odd relationship overall, in that while they know very little about one another, they manage to get along well, since they're both quite weird and socially awkward by default. They first met when he showed up in her garden and accidentally froze her roses only to revive them again, which just started a long line of unexpected visits to her house during nighttime so the two of them can talk about all sorts of oddities. Malleus becomes fond of her, by virtue of being a strange girl who just goes with the flow, and that develops eventually into a brother-sister relationship of sorts, where he is a bit protective of "his child of man" but unsure of how to properly act. Kore tends to take him by surprise quite often so he's always entertained by their interactions. And though she was initially suspicious of the large, horned boy showing up on her property at first, she's come to enjoy their nightly talks. In a way, Kore feels like she can open up to Malleus quite easily since he's pretty eccentric so he most likely wouldn't judge her too much either. Even when she does find out that he's a prince, her attitude doesn't change much since he's still just her weird cryptid friend by then anyway.

Malleus' soft spot for Kore manifests mostly in that he does try to make her happy in his own, small ways such as reviving her flowers or performing little tasks for her, which she often returns by providing him with snacks and tea during his visits and they chat for quite a bit. And they keep that up in their adult life too, as Kore would probably visit him in the Valley whenever she could and this time, he'd be the host instead.

LILIA VANROUGE: I think bat dad is very amused by her single-minded nature and that even though she's naturally suspicious of him, she still ends up falling for many of his tricks. He's overall fond of her though because she's getting along with Malleus quite nicely and helping him learn more about humans and their culture. He also thinks it's nice that she and Sebek are "friends" (in as much as Sebek constantly denies being friends with her, but Lilia just laughs it off) and that she doesn't let herself be bossed around like that despite her small size. I think he'd even be willing to teach her a few fighting moves, in much the same way he encouraged Epel since "us, the cute and small, need to stick together". Kore would be pretty sceptical of his suggestion though since he's tricked her before in the past and she holds a grudge quite well.

On the other hand, he'd also be concerned due to the strange magical element that he feels around Kore and which he can't actually explain, so while he does not interfere directly, he does make sure to keep an eye on her out of interest and worry. It works out quite well for him that Malleus and Sebek are friends with her then. Whereas Kore is quite certain that Lilia is a vampire and possibly dangerous so she's on high alert around him generally.

SILVER: They don't particularly interact much, but in general she bothers him during the Equestrian Club meetings since he's the only one who lets her in without asking too many questions so she can go and pet the horses as much as she wants. I think they'd relate to each other quite a bit, being both adopted children, raised by single fathers so that might eventually evolve into a friendship as well. It really depends on a variety of things, but overall I think it might lead to Silver being one of the few people who understands her relationship with Theo the best and advise her on it also. Which Kore truly appreciates since Silver is such a calm presence that she enjoys having around her. Hanging out with him and Kalim is very soothing for the boar girl overall tbh!

SEBEK ZIGVOLT: They're friends, despite Sebek denying it, who bicker a lot of the time. Almost all of the time, because Sebek is loud and Kore is stubborn and they just don't mix well for the most part. Sebek is especially jealous that Malleus is fond of her so he always interferes if he catches them together, while Kore misunderstands his jealousy as aggression towards him and responds in kind. All the while pointing out that if Sebek dislikes them all so much, he can just stop hanging out with the first years and do something else, which, of course, he doesn't do, haha.

In a way, it's a good thing they aren't that close because together they'd cause a lot of issues for the people around them.

But, it's worth mentioning that though they act like they don't get along, Sebek never missed a meeting of the first years at Ramshackle and has helped Kore with her self-defense training (at Lilia's request) with little complaint, while Kore always makes sure to also prepare stuff for him if she makes snacks for the first years old and does listen to his rants on Malleus. It's a sort of quiet, troublesome cohabitation in general, haha.

#kore hightower #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #twist #twist oc #twst #twst oc #twisute #twisute oc #malleus draconia #sebek zigvolt #silver #diasomnia #lilia vanrouge

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call-me-aesthetic · 3 years

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If Twisted Wonderland was an American Public School

WARNING: There are some slight sensitive topics that are featured in here! Reader discretion is advised!

Part 2 can be found here

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts:

- That one preppy girl who takes all honors and AP classes 😑

- Wants everyone to know that he’s becoming a doctor one day for his strict parents or he’ll dishonor the family

- Reminds the teacher about homework, knowing well that he’ll get slander for it

- Complains about how he got a 90 on his test or a B on his report card, a try hard much?

- Wears a cardigan with thicc but cute glasses since he’s one of those people with can’t see shit on the board so he has to move to the front of the class

Ace Trappola:

- The SoundCloud rapper, that’s it

- “Wanna listen to my mixtape? It’s pretty fire, my guy.” 😩🔥

- You will not miss him BLASTING out some song on his Bluetooth speaker, that shit be echoing through the hallways

- Tells you to stop what you’re doing only for him to either sing horribly or do a backflip, thinking that he’s so cool

- Wears a Supreme jacket with AirPods and waves on his head

Deuce Spade:

- Assuming that he’s still a delinquent, he’s that kid with the most fucked up school record

- Not much of a bully but will still talk shit to your face without caring, might even throw stuff at you during a lesson and you would be the one getting in trouble instead of him 🗿

- If he ever gets mad, it would be overdramatic like kicking the desks, punching the lockers, or walking out of the classroom unannounced and everyone would look at each other wondering wtf happened

- Covers the entire desks with drawings of skulls and those “s” if you know what I mean

- Wears Champion hoodies, wants you to know that he’s broke and rich at the same time

Trey Clover:

- The guy that’s not really popular but everyone knows him since he’s in all their classes

- Most people might have a crush on him because he’s REALLY nice 😳👉👈

- Gives off “older brother” vibes based on the way he looks and acts, like offering you a ride home if you beg ask nicely

- Secretly bakes creme brulee but doesn’t want to mess with the flow so he sticks to the status quo

- Wears the school’s hoodie just because he thinks it looks good on him, and the fact that he doesn’t know what else to wear

Cater Diamond:

- Hot Cheetos girl 🥵

- Has a whole buffet of food in his backpack and will not hesitate to eat them during a lesson, no sharing either sorry

- Excuses himself to the bathroom or full on skips class just to film a Tiktok

- Has about 100 followers on Instagram Magicam and brags about how he’s famous

- Wears a Thrasher hoodie with large hoop earrings and his hair in a bun

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar:

- The kid who flunked their freshman year that also sort of vibes with new classmates

- Always gets mistaken as a teacher by people since he looks and sounds old

- Knows the lessons but still fails them anyways, didn’t really give a damn either 🙄

- Captain of every sports club you can think of, never actually plays but has a lot of knowledge on them

- Wears the school’s letterman from years ago since it used to be his brother’s and that he’s too lazy to buy a new one

Ruggie Bucchi:

- That one kid who NEVER has money for the book fair or any other school event

- Always has to ask his classmates for some cash

- If he somehow does, then he’s one of those kids who buys Diary of the Wimpy Kid or the World Record books

- If he’s feeling cheap, he’ll buy the “cool stuff” like the chocolate scented calculator or fruit snacks 😭

- Wears oversized hoodies and basketball shorts that are clearly hand-me-downs

Jack Howl:

- That one athletic kid who’s both scary good and competitive when it comes to school games like football or soccer

- Literally the best player on his team and without him, they’re trash as hell 💀

- Tries his absolute best to support his teammates without yelling at them for how dumb they are

- “KICK THE FUCKING BALL! DO YOUR LEGS EVEN WORK?!”

- Wears the school’s jersey just to show off his “school spirit”

Octavinelle

Azul Ashengrotto:

- The kid who sell snacks for “charity” but everyone knows he’s keeping the money to himself

- If you don’t have cash or try to negotiate with him, the only thing he’ll do is raise the price up

- “What do you mean you don’t have ten bucks? I can see it in your pocket.”

- Just bring nothing with you, he’ll doing anything to steal your stuff 🤭

- Wears a collar shirt with a tie and khakis that have pockets to keep his glasses and money in

Jade Leech:

- The kid who puts on a goody two shoes facade but is actually a stoner

- Only does “safe” drugs like vape but occasionally smokes weed, mostly in the bathroom or behind the school 🌬

- Can play it off and hide the scent when he’s high, teachers never suspect anything from him

- No one really cares to stop him unless he gets caught or something idk

- Wears clothing that either makes him look like a businessman or a junky, there’s nothing in between

Floyd Leech:

- The kid that’s plays basketball or volleyball just because he’s hella tall, and is actually good at the sports but doesn’t put much effort into them

- Always stays behind after gym, even though the teacher tries to make him leave for his next class 😬

- “I swear after this one shot, I’ll go to class.” *He never made that shot*

- Will jump you no matter who or where you are, and will get angry if you step on his new shoes

- Wears the jersey of any famous team with the latest pair of Jordan sneakers

Scarabia

Kalim Al Asim:

- VSCO girl at best, don’t lie to me now 🤡

- The only words he knows are “And I oop– sksksk.” and “Save the turtles.”

- Walks during a track meet while everyone else is running and sweating hard, the teacher doesn’t care either

- Doesn’t really do anything in gym but talks to his classmates and stands near the water fountain to refill his Hydro flask

- Wears tie dye shirts with cute scrunchies

Jamil Viper:

- That one quiet kid who everybody thinks is a serial killer but he’s actually not, I swear

- He just wants school to be over and spend the rest of his summer relaxing 😔

- Although he shouldn’t abuse his “power,” he‘ll move his hands in his pockets or backpack to make it look like he’s about to pull a weapon out.

- “Chill, I’m just grabbing a pencil.” *Everyone in the class started crying*

- Wears dark colored hoodies that intimidates people but are actually comfy

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit:

- The baddie popular girl 😌💅✨

- Arrives to school late with a Starbucks in hand from his local Target

- Fixes himself every 5 seconds like reapplying his lipgloss or spraying Bath and Body Works cherry blossom perfume

- Uses acrylic nails and long hair extensions as weapons during a cat fight

- Wears a crop top with ripped jeans and those clout sunglasses

Rook Hunt:

- That creepy guy in the hallways who tries to get your attention, even if you don’t know him

- Scares people when he says, “Ayo, where my hug at?” 🥶💯

- Uses at least 10 cans of Axe body spray a week after gym class, which stinks up the locker rooms

- Waves at you if he passes your class, even walking into the room just to say hi

- Wears literally anything but always include a hat

Epel Felmier:

- The artist girl who just wants to be alone 🧑‍🎨

- Purposely draws in front of you but pretends like you’re not looking

- If you complement him, he’ll just brush it off and proceeds to diss himself

- “Thanks but I’m not THAT good at drawing, teehee.” *Insert Radio Rebel face*

- Wears a hoodie or a cardigan with big pockets to put his art supplies in

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud:

- I don’t even need to tell you who he is, y’all already know ahaha 🥴

- Sneaks a whole PlayStation in his backpack so he can play with it during lunch

- Is on his phone 24/7 even in class to the point where teachers don’t care anymore

- Tries to get people into anime but only to little success

- Wears a shirt of any anime character or that damn ahegao hoodie, girl bye

Ortho Shroud:

- The nerdy kid who’s known for destroying others at many games

- Plays classics like D&D, Yugioh, Pokémon, the whole shabang

- Daily Beyblade battles during recess with everyone surrounding him, the menacing aura radiates off of him

- Will steal your things if you lose to him but gives it back a week later cuz he’s sweet 🥰

- Wears light up Sketchers shoes and those Minecraft shirts you find at Old Navy

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia:

- The theatre kid who also goes to band practice, change my mind 👁👄👁

- Takes his role seriously when it comes to school plays and concerts, even if he gets casted as a damn tree or doesn’t go solo

- Remembers the songs and their lyrics to any musical you name, a really good singer at that too

- Plays almost every instrument, you definitely know this since you can hear him down the hallways during a test

- Wears a white button up shirt, black pants with fancy dress shoes, and top it all off with a fricking Rolex watch

Lilia Vanrouge:

- The weird guy who pranks people and vandalizes school property in every way possible

- If you ever get a textbook with a message that tells you to go to a certain page only for you to found a picture of a dick, yeah that was him 😒

- When using a Chromebook, he’ll leave a tab open on YouTube so when the next person uses it, pray that your ears will still work by tomorrow

- During lunch, he is a literal DEMON that mixes milk with chicken nuggets together and having the audacity to eat it too

- Wears an oversized raincoat or a windbreaker but idk wtf kind of things he has hiding underneath

Silver:

- That guy in class who consumes Monster energy drinks and falls asleep 99% of the time but somehow manages to pass the class 🤷

- Whenever he’s awake, he’ll talk to the teachers since he’s basically friends with them for some reason

- Writes his name out of boredom on any desk you sit on but in different places, sometimes around the corners or the sides

- Has a sixth sense because he’ll wake up if you try to draw on his face and if you did get something on him, it’s on sight

- Wears those colorful hoodies that zips all the way up to cover his face with a matching backpack, it’s pretty cool ngl

Sebek Zigvolt:

- That kid who literally knows everything about historical wars and will show it off during class

- Also has knowledge on weaponry, which has people questioning him but he’s just very dedicated on serving his country and people

- Knows how to fight and defend himself from a bitch since he spent his summer at a military boot camp, put respect on my man’s name 😤

- Honestly a great partner for a group project, actually does the given work but not the whole thing for you

- Wears anything that has camo pattern and chunky combat boots

I only made this because me and my friends were talking about our school memories so yeah. This is based from my experience so they might not be exactly accurate. Might even be a part two if you want.

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kumikirin · 7 years

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Winner Kisses

Otayuri Week 2017, Day 2: Social Media or Celebrations

Yuri Plisetsky had never had something he considered his ‘own way of celebrating’. It’s on his senior debut, the day he seizes gold after his exhausting and complex Allegro Appassionato in B Minor, when he finally gets what will then become his own, unique way of celebrating with a very specific person.

Or: Otabek thinks kissing is a good way to congratulate his friend.

Warning(s): Nothing to be scared of. Platonic kissing, romantic kissing. Heavy romantic kissing at the end. Yuri’s fifteen almost sixteen at the start, and around seventeen by the end.

Notes: I had this absurd idea of Otabek kissing Yuri to congratulate him because he'd seen Viktor do it with Yuuri; OtaYuri Week just gave me the perfect excuse to write it down. I just wanted to have my boys kissing a lot, that's it, I didn't have deeper reasons to write this. Kissing is good, let them kiss. Cross-posted in AO3! Beta-ed by @life-of-an-ak-fangirl ♥ thank you!

Everyone in this world has their own way of celebrating, be it alone or with others. More specifically, everyone in the skating world has their own way of celebrating victories. Some people make gestures, just like JJ Leroy with his silly hand signs or Otabek Altin with his tendency to put his fists in the air. Some people jump or scream to let the euphoria out, like Minami Kenjirou. Some people need to hug someone else and squeeze as hard as their adrenalin-high allows them, or their need for reassurance after all the stress of the performance in Yuuri Katsuki’s case. Some people leap at each other like Sara Crispino and Mila Babicheva do after a particularly good program, and some people cry as they're unable to contain that much emotion as seen in Georgi Popovich’s or Phichit Chulanont’s case. Other people reward themselves with a tasty treat or a drink like Viktor Nikiforov, Yuuri Katsuki and Michele Crispino are known to do, and some people just bask in the roaring sound of a crowd congratulating them as Christophe Giacometti does while waving at his fans. Some people, in a weird and undefined and usually unexpected celebration, do all of the previous things at the same time.

In his case, he’d never had a specific way of doing it.

Yuri Plisetsky had never had something he considered his ‘own way of celebrating’, only maybe crying a couple of times after nailing a particularly difficult or exhausting performance. But even that had been just a handful of occasions, as he isn't exactly the type to easily show that level of emotion.

It’s on his senior debut, the day he seizes gold after his exhausting and complex Allegro Appassionato in B Minor, when Yuri Plisetsky finally begins what will then become his own, unique way of celebrating with a very specific person.

• •

The first time they do it is right after Yuri finishes his FS on the day of the Grand Prix Final. Lilia had been one hell of a choreographer and tutor, she had pushed him to his limits until he could barely stand up without shaking like a newborn deer at the end of the day, and he’s proud to say all his effort and hard work has paid off in the end; so proud of his achievements and so fucking proud of himself that he can't help but fall to his knees and start bawling right there in the middle of the rink, now that all has ended and every bit of stress and anxiousness and fear comes crashing down on him along with a wave of relief because it's finally over, he fucking did it.

The crowd roars to life to show their support, amazed by his growth as an athlete and by the display of talent he just showed them. He knows people expect a lot from him and hopes he could meet their standards, hopes he could make his grandfather proud, that he could show Viktor and Yuuri how much he’s learned in the last months, and that he could surprise Otabek.

In between the screams and cries from the public, the chants of ‘Yuratchka’ coming from his crazy but still somewhat lovely fans, he recognizes Viktor and Yuuri yelling his name with delight and cheeriness that he deems a little excessive coming from the competition, but makes him all warm inside nonetheless. He can’t help the exhilarated smile that forms on his lips when he locks eyes with his self-proclaimed parents, barely being able to cover it with his hands over his mouth while the tears keep on falling in wet trails down his cheeks, red from exertion and from crying.

And, as he fully pries his hands from his face and prepares to get up and head to the Kiss and Cry, a deep and already familiar voice catches his ear.

“Yuri!” The sound of his name said by that man makes his chest feel like it's filled with a thousand feathers, floating around and tickling his insides. Yuri’s head instantly shoots up in the direction of the voice, and he’s met with the blurry sight of Otabek Altin, his hands cupping around his mouth so as to help his voice reach him. As soon as their eyes meet Otabek extends his arms and Yuri, moving on instinct, gets up in a hurry and half skates, half sprints towards him. The last meter or so is cut by Yuri leaping at Otabek and tangling his arms around his neck, where he also buries his face. Otabek raises him in his arms, a couple of centimeters from the floor, and stumbles back to regain balance. “You were fantastic,” he says, and Yuri sobs loudly. Otabek squeezes him in his arms, and Yuri is faintly aware of the fact that he’s trying to push down that red and pink stuff on his shoulder with his chin.

“Otabek, fuck,” he chokes, trying to get his crying to stop, “I did it,” he manages to get out of his trembling lips, and after a short moment he pulls away from his friend to look at him, barely a couple of centimeters apart, “I did it.”

“Yeah,” Otabek muses, smiling a soft, private smile that makes his eyes look smaller and gentler. He lowers Yuri to the ground and carefully wipes away the tears falling down his left cheek, “You most certainly did.”

Yuri doesn’t know how it happened, only that when he noticed Otabek was leaning towards him it was already a little bit too late. His eyes grow wide with shock as their lips touch, firm and warm and wet and salty, and in a blink of an eye it’s over. Yuri almost falls back, his brain just now catching up.

“W-what-?” he fights to make the question leave his lips, but in the end he’s left just standing there with the words still hanging from his tongue, cheeks stained the brightest red and accusatory eyes glued to his friend.

Otabek looks at him like he doesn’t understand a thing. The place is deadly silent.

“Oh, sorry,” he says after a moment, but it’s obvious he’s just being polite because he still clearly doesn’t understand what he just did. “Viktor did it to congratulate Katsuki.”

And that’s Otabek Altin’s only explanation on why he kissed Yuri Plisetsky after his program.

Well, Yuri thinks, it wasn’t in the Kiss and Cry, but it was the first time that he actually kissed and cried while waiting for his score.

• •

After the GPF come Nationals, and then Euros for Yuri and Four Continents for Otabek, so it’s three months later when they get to see each other again. Worlds at Helsinki comes around with new programs, but no matter how excited Yuri had been to show Otabek his most recent routines, how masterfully he glided over the ice with polished movements, how proudly he finished his performance with his chin pointed up or how sure he was he’d secured a place in the podium when he got the highest score yet, he finds himself staring wide eyed at Otabek when he skates out into the ice right after him. His program is a powerful and elegant display, much better than the ones he’d seen in person and watched in video. He’s precise, delicate in a way you wouldn’t think he could be if you met him out of the rink, and it renders Yuri speechless.

This time it’s Yuri’s turn to receive Otabek at the edge of the ice, arms spread wide open to catch him in a hug that brings their thumping hearts as close as it’s physically possible.

“That was awesome!” Yuri breathes out, still marvelled at the way Otabek’s perfectly coordinated steps and powerful jumps play repeatedly in his mind. He’s never been good with words, so he stumbles to find a way to express the way Otabek’s wonderful performance had made his blood pump with an excitement he’s long since last felt while watching another skater. “Beka, you’re incredible.”

“Thanks,” never one for many words and decidedly better at making himself understood with gestures, Otabek quirks his lips in a soft smile meant only for Yuri, and it tells way more than a whole speech could.

When Otabek snatches the gold, leaving Yuri taking silver while wondering how someone who had missed the podium barely three months ago could improve so much in such a short time, it’s Yuri’s turn to celebrate with him.

He doesn’t care about the cameras, and definitely doesn’t care about what Yakov will yell at him after this. He just grabs the lace Otabek’s medal is tied with around his neck, and pulls. Their lips meet in a press that’s weirdly warm in between the coldness of the rink.

They part shortly after, when Yuri stops tugging. Otabek looks surprised, but not too much. It’s natural, Yuri thinks, since he’d done something similar at the GPF.

“Yura?” is his way of asking for an explanation.

“You owed me from last Grand Prix,” is Yuri’s reply, as he thinks Otabek shouldn’t need to be explained. Then he smirks, “You didn’t think I’d walk out of here without taking my gold, did you?”

Otabek stares at him with those deep dark eyes of his, then huffs through his nose and turns back to the cameras. Yuri knows if they were alone together that would’ve been a laugh.

• •

The couple of months between Worlds and the Grand Prix are peppered with short visits to St. Petersburg and Almaty, and somewhere in between kissing each other becomes almost like a second nature, something that feels just right to do. When they hit the rink one Sunday before Yuri goes back to Russia and he manages to perfectly land his new triple-quad jump combo for the first time, he leaps into Otabek’s arms and kisses him. When Otabek gets invited for a two-week training under Yakov to improve his skills, they celebrate his arrival at the airport with smiling mouths pressed together. When Yuri gets the highest score in one of his tests, Otabek takes his face between his hands and Yuri relaxes against his lips. When they make a quick escapade to an arcade and win a challenge to a Dance Dance Revolution match, they both delve into a kiss. When they are placed together at the Rostelecom cup they send each other a kiss emoji, and go for the real thing the moment Otabek arrives at the hotel. When they both place in the podium with silver and bronze, they wait until they’re side by side again for Yuri to thread his fingers in Otabek’s undercut, and their medals clink with the press of their chests coming together for the mandatory kiss.

When they get to the Final and Yuri takes a nasty fall that costs him his bronze while Otabek once again misses the podium, they still share a kiss in the changing rooms.

They also kiss when they part ways the next day, returning to their respective countries to start over and prepare for the Olympics. There’s nothing to celebrate this time, but neither of them says a thing about that.

• •

Old Man Viktor and his Piggy Fiancé become Old Man Viktor and his Piggy Husband after Yuuri finally managed to take gold at the GPF.

Yuri had never suspected himself to be the kind of person to get emotional over a wedding, but seeing Viktor and Yuuri seal their love with a kiss made his lips tingle in a pleasant way, and he found he felt all warm inside. He would wonder the reason behind that reaction if it weren’t because he finds himself staring at Otabek’s lips so openly the man turns around to look at him. It dawns on him that maybe, somewhere between their first kiss and today, he’s sort of started liking Otabek’s kisses more and more. That maybe he wants to kiss him without needing a reason to. That maybe he doesn’t just like Otabek’s kisses, but him as a whole.

He’s not that surprised when he finds himself pinning Otabek against a wall a couple of hours later during the reception, lips pressed hard against his. It doesn’t stop after the first one, the kisses just become more urgent and leave them both panting from the lack of proper breathing, even if they’re just pecking each other’s lips with a little too much force.

Otabek breathes heavily when Yuri finally parts for long enough, fingers grabbing his narrow hips in an attempt to steady them both. He doesn’t question the taste of champagne on the blond’s lips.

“What are we celebrating?” he asks instead.

Yuri doesn’t think his words carefully, much more occupied on caressing Otabek’s cheekbones with his thumbs.

“That I realized I want to kiss you for no reason at all,” he looks at Otabek’s lips and then right into his eyes, expectant.

Otabek leans down and bites his lower lip, licks it in a way that Yuri never thought he’d find sexy but he does, and their tongues meet for the first time. Also for the first time, Yuri allows his hands to snake their way around Otabek’s neck as they kiss, leaning into him as the Kazakh’s hands slide up his back and press him against his body.

“I can work with that,” Otabek whispers, and after that kiss there’s no need for more words. Yuri is feeling lightheaded, but he still tugs Otabek down for another one of those deep kisses.

They spend the rest of the night locked up in Otabek’s room, kissing without saying a word.

• •

“How are we going to celebrate now?” Yuri asks the next morning, when he finds himself laying in bed with his head over Otabek’s chest, his hair being petted slowly with careful strokes.

Otabek grunts in response, not having thought about that. Do they really need to change it?

“I guess I can think of some ways,” he says after a moment, but nothing is coming to mind. Not like he’s really trying, he feels too relaxed to put his mind at work.

Yuri slides the pads of his fingers over Otabek’s pectorals. Summer in Japan is hot, but they’re still pressed together, having changed into the thinnest tank tops they could find and proceeding then to comfortably snuggle. It’s not the first time they do something like this, so it’s not weird at all, even with the unexpected turn their relationship took last night.

Yuri rolls to the side and lies on his back, but his hand goes to touch Otabek again, this time caressing his cheek. It’s not long before Otabek gets up on his forearm and leans down to kiss him again, hovering over him just enough so that their chests barely touch. Yuri wonders if there’s such a thing as a kiss addiction, because if there is he’s starting to think he’s got it.

Being who he is, Yuri opens his phone camera and snaps a photo, mildly thinking about posting it on Instagram because he’s kissing Otabek fucking Altin and everyone in the world should know how lucky he is.

The camera makes a sound, though, and Otabek slowly pries their lips apart with a soft sound that’s starting to be Yuri’s favorite sound ever. He absolutely does not instinctively pout at the loss.

Otabek takes Yuri’s hand on his own and twists it carefully, then proceeds to attentively study the picture.

“Yura, that looks like we already found another way to celebrate,” he finally states. He doesn’t look like it, but he’s amused. Yuri frowns slightly and turns the phone screen towards himself.

“What-?” Yuri takes a look at the picture and for a second he doesn’t understand. Then it suddenly dawns on him. After all, Otabek is practically laying over him, obviously in bed, and with Yuri’s hair sprawled all over and his arms hooking around Otabek’s shoulders and covering the tank top’s straps it looks like they’re not wearing anything at all. He laughs. “You pervert,” he can’t help the smile that comes to his lips. The thought of doing that with Otabek hadn’t even crossed his mind, and though it is a little embarrassing he finds it rather amusing. “We’ve been dating for like five hours, control yourself,” he jokes.

Otabek slowly lifts his head, a smirk in place that has Yuri’s smile faltering and his whole body tensing up, because that look on Otabek’s eyes doesn’t augur anything good. He lifts an eyebrow and Yuri knows he’s doomed.

“Dating?” he simply asks.

Fuck.

Yuri scrambles to get up, but ends up rolling over Otabek and awkwardly half sitting on his lap, the back of his thighs feeling the hard bone of Otabek’s hips pushing against his skin. He tries to get up but Otabek’s holding him by the hips, smirk still in place.

“... uh,” Yuri eloquently states, and promptly looks down to where his palms are uncomfortably pressing over Otabek’s ribs, trying to find a way to escape his mortification. He can feel the hot blush creeping up his neck and blooming in his cheeks like angry red verbenas. “I… thought…” he mumbles, not really sure of how to finish that sentence without further embarrassing himself.

Otabek seems to take pity on him, moving his hands towards his thighs and sliding them slowly up to his hips again, a gentle caress that’s supposed to take some of the tension away. Yuri looks up just enough to throw a tentative look at him, and finds such a tender, deep affection in Otabek’s eyes he can’t help but feel all warm and tingly inside.

“Are you asking me out, Plisetsky?” Otabek playfully asks, rubbing his thumbs over Yuri’s hips in soothing circles. He’s fucking teasing.

Yuri’s blush stays even when a grin spreads on his face. How is it possible to feel embarrassed and smug at the same time? Is there a word for that?

“I might be,” he answers, intending to sound just as playful as Otabek but not quite managing it because of his still present embarrassment. “What are you gonna do about it, Altin?”

Altin just smiles, brings his right hand to the back of Yuri’s head and pulls him down while at the same time pushing himself up from the bed with his left arm. Because of the unexpected force, Yuri’s elbows give in and both his forearms end up pressed over Otabek’s torso, trapped against it and his own chest. He relaxes and just melts against him, against that tongue that works wonders in his mouth and makes him forget about his nervousness, against that warm skin and those fingers threading his hair. He’s pretty light, so he’s sure Otabek can hold them both up with the strength of his arm and abs.

At some point Otabek hugs him close and shifts them both so they end up laying on their sides, but Yuri’s too lightheaded and focused on the kissing to actually care about anything else. What started as a slow and loving touch evolves into fervent and deep, while legs tangle and arms start caressing backs and sides and necks and napes and almost everything they can reach.

They’re panting when they finally part, eyes heavily lidded and lips reddened. Yuri lovingly runs a thumb over Otabek’s cheek and he smiles.

“Okay, you convinced me,” Otabek whispers, because the moment is too intimate for louder words, “You have a boyfriend now. As long as you keep kissing me like that.”

Yuri replies with a smile of his own and yet another deep kiss, shorter than last time but still passionate and careful.

“Maybe we should stick to celebration kisses,” Otabek pants when they part a little, beautiful brown eyes staring openly at Yuri’s swollen lips.

It only takes a moment before he leans down to bite Yuri’s lips, and the boy gasps.

“Yeah,” he won’t ever acknowledge the way his voice wavers with that simple word, “Yeah, we could do that.”

He holds Otabek’s jaw and goes for another kiss, one much softer than the previous ones, that turns into something like an uninterrupted sequence of open-mouthed pecks. He could do this for the rest of his life.

JJ can keep his hand signs, Yuuri can keep his katsudon, Mila and Sara can keep their hugs.

Yuri has his own way of celebrating now, and it’s the best way he could have ever hoped for.

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