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vex-bittys · 4 years

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Adventures in Baratale: Feelin’ Blue (BONUS chapter)

Baratale AU and characters by staxurst.

WARNING: NSFW (18+ only), language, explicit sexual content, public sex, outdoor sex

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As Blue’s official datemate, you had absolutely no complaints about your love life. Blue might very well be the perfect boyfriend, yet you suspected that some of his excessive generosity as a lover stemmed from the way you’d started your relationship. Blue felt guilty about meeting you- and having world-shaking sex with you, multiple times- during a dominant heat, and every action he took as your boyfriend now seemed like an attempt to make up for it.

Blue always listened thoughtfully to the things you told him, and because of his attentiveness, he always took you on the most spectacular dates. At first, he had been tentative in the bedroom, obviously not wanting you to assume that he only wanted you around for sexual reasons. You reassured him enough to discover that, when not fueled by his heat cycle, Blue was the type of skeleton who preferred to focus on his partner’s pleasure. All in all, things were going great...

… except that you often felt like you weren’t contributing much to the relationship. Blue planned and paid for all of the amazing dates. Blue curled your toes in the bedroom and made your throat raw from screaming in pleasure. You just went along with his ideas, and you didn’t enjoy being what amounted to a relationship freeloader. Blue deserved a datemate who could be his equal, especially in the “spoiling your partner” department, so you did what any loving datemate would do.

You devised a clever ruse to lure Blue into a perfect date of your own diabolical creation.

First, you enlisted the help of a friend, swearing them to secrecy. Next, you joined your partner in espionage to choose an outfit suitable for the occasion. You laid the trap for Blue the next time you talked to him.

“I just found out that the National Park has a pair of baby deer who were orphaned. You can actually watch the little fawns being bottle fed at the Visitor Center,” you told Blue, nearly jumping up and down in excitement. Blue watched you with gentle eyelights, smiling at your enthusiasm. He may have been a big, burly skeleton monster, but he adored baby animals. There was no way he could resist your invitation. “Let’s go see them this weekend. Please?”

“OF COURSE, HUMAN. ANYTHING FOR YOU,” the sweet skeleton replied, just as you knew he would.

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Walking through the Visitor Center hand-in-hand with Blue almost made you forget that the focus of your plan was showing Blue a good time and eventually seducing him. You ran from display to display, and Blue followed along, laughing at your exuberant antics. You stood together, marveling at an exhibit showing various animal skulls then laughed at each other’s attempts to mimic the bird calls from another exhibit.

A voice over the PA system announced that the twin fawns would be making their appearance in a matter of minutes. Blue feigned helplessness, letting you pull him by the arm to a huge bank of floor-to-ceiling windows that provided a viewing area for the wildlife programs. Blue slipped one strong arm around your waist as you watched the baby deer drinking from bottles held by their handlers. One of the fawns sneezed and sprayed milk onto the person feeding him. The other fawn tugged and chewed at his bottle, impatient to fill his tiny tummy.

You ended up enjoying the date portion of your scheme as much as Blue did. As the handlers led the baby deer back to their enclosure, one of them looked up at you and gave a discreet thumbs up, the signal to initiate phase 2 of the seduce and destroy mission.

“This way,” you called at Blue over your shoulder, heading through the gift shop to a set of double doors that led out to the hiking trails. Standing outside in the summer sunshine, Blue’s eyelights regarded you with uncertainty.

“ARE YOU SURE YOU CAN HIKE COMFORTABLY IN THAT OUTFIT?” he asked. Blue had noticed your oh-so-short skirt; in fact, he’d been ogling it the entire time the pair of you had been in the Visitor Center. Fortunately, Blue cared more about your safety and comfort than about sexy appearances. The big skeleton didn’t want to risk poison ivy, bug bites, or scratches from thorns causing you even the slightest bit of discomfort or harm.

“We’re just going to the wildflower field, silly,” you told him, poking him playfully in the tummy. “And don’t act like you don’t like the skirt.”

Blue chuckled, and it sounded like a lion’s purr. “I THINK I MIGHT BE ENJOYING THAT SKIRT A LITTLE TOO MUCH, ACTUALLY. IT’S DIFFICULT TO CONCENTRATE ON OUR DATE WHEN YOU’RE DRESSED IN SOMETHING SO TANTALIZING,” he admitted, and a bright blue blush sprang to life on his cheekbones. Silently, you cheered. Everything was working out just the way you’d imagined it. All you needed to do now was steer Blue towards the wildflower field and its convenient benches.

“This way!” You pointed to a sign at a trailhead. You didn’t need the sign; you’d been to the wildflower field many times before. The trail bordered a huge clearing where a variety of wildflowers grew, a natural display of vibrant rainbow colors. Honey bees swarmed to the field in late spring and early summer, pollinating the flowers and generally ignoring the guests. Sometimes you could even spot large, round bumblebees lazily trundling from flower to flower.

You had chosen this location for its beauty but also because there was only one entry or exit point and plenty of benches tucked away between the few tall trees that flanked the field. You darted over to one of the benches and pulled Blue down beside you. The wildflowers perfumed the air around you in the scent of classic romance, but you weren’t here for austere romantic overtures. You were here for some wild, kinky sex.

“This area sure is secluded,” you said innocently, watching Blue’s reactions out of the corner of your eye.

“IS IT?” Blue asked, catching on to your game immediately.

“Yup, you could do anything you wanted here, and nobody would even see it.”

“ANYTHING, HUH??” Blue’s hand snuck up to cup the back of your head, and he kissed you deeply. Ever the gentleman, Blue assumed that this area was for passionate, but chaste, makeout sessions, and as much as you loved the feel of his mouth and tongue against yours, you wanted more. You wanted to offer him a guilty pleasure that he enjoyed but rarely indulged in- outdoor sex.

Pushing Blue back, you straddled him, pressing your skimpy panties against the rapidly growing bulge straining at the fabric of his pants. His breathing sped up, and his hands slid down to your back, supporting you. Reaching up, you unbuttoned your shirt to show off a bra that matched the panties- skimpy and lacy… and easily shoved down to expose your breasts. You leaned in close to Blue’s ear canal and whispered: “Fuck me.”

The big skeleton didn’t need any encouragement. His hands found your ass and grabbed on tightly, lifting you. You tugged at his waistband, struggling to pull it over his throbbing cock. Blue quickly nudged your panties aside and spread your slick pussy lips with his fingers, his breathing rough and hot against your neck when he felt how wet with arousal you were.

Slowly and gently, Blue lowered you onto his cock, and you guided him inside you, gasping when his thick shaft stretched your pussy wide and slid into you. Blue kissed you again, letting you taste his moans as he began to rock his hips, shallowly thrusting into your tight little hole. Your breasts bounced with every movement, erect nipples brushing the soft fabric of Blue’s shirt.

“CLEVER HUMAN,” Blue murmured, burying his face in the curve of your neck.”EXPLOITING ALL OF MY WEAKNESSES.”

You opened your mouth to deliver a clever response, but Blue increased the speed and power of his thrusts. His cock slid in and out of your pussy faster and faster as he lifted and lowered you in rhythm with the bucking of his hips. The thick shaft left you overfilled and desperately empty in turns, and each time he buried himself inside of you, he penetrated you so deeply that you wanted to scream with pleasure.

“SHH,” Blue said softly. “IF YOU’RE NOT QUIET, WE’LL BE CAUGHT.”

After he spoke, Blue let his mouth wander up your neck to your jawline, then to your mouth. You opened your mouth to let his tongue in, but he nipped your lip sharply, making you gasp. The sound made his cock twitch inside of you, and you instinctively angled your hips for even deeper penetration. Sweat beaded on Blue’s skull with the intensity of his thrusts, the sensation of dragging his cock along every slick, sensitive inch of your pussy, and the way you tightened around him in response as if your entire body wanted to hold him inside of you.

One of Blue’s hands stayed splayed across your lower back and the other rose to frantically knead at one of your breasts. Your moans mingled in the insignificant amount of space between you. You wanted to throw your head back and be as loud as you could, crying out his praises to the sun and sky, and only pressing your hand over your mouth kept the sounds from spilling out.

Blue raised his eyelights to meet your gaze, staring at you with a mixture of blazing desire and boundless love. “HUMAN,” he groaned, his entire body shuddering, “HUMAN… I’M… I’M SO… CLOSE… I'M GONNA…”

“Cum inside me,” you ordered, the command barely audible but instantly obeyed. His cock slammed into you, and his mouth covered yours to swallow your cries as your pussy swallowed his thick loads of cum. His cock throbbed, pouring more and more of his hot seed into you. Your body shook then stiffened as your own orgasm rocked you. Your fingers dug into Blue’s scapulae; your pussy clamped down on his cock,and a fresh shudder of pleasure rippled through Blue’s huge body.

You fell forward onto Blue’s chest, panting and satisfied, and he wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head while his cock throbbed, still hilted in your pussy with your arousal and his cum dribbling down onto it. A voice drifted over to you from the trailhead, interrupting your peaceful moment of post-orgasm bliss.

“Welcome to the wildflower field,” your friend bellowed at a volume level that would have been unnecessary unless they knew that a human and her skeleton boyfriend were fornicating on the park benches. “Before you check out the trail, you’ll want to grab one of these pamphlets to help you identify the different types of flowers.”

By the time the bewildered hikers, pamphlets in hand, wandered down the trail to your bench, you and Blue had separated. Blue sat with one leg crossed over the other to hide any telltale dampness on his pants. You were on the other end of the bench, hoping that you’d buttoned your shirt correctly and that nothing incriminating would spill down your legs. Once the hikers passed, you made your escape.

Blue swept you up into his arms, insisting that your legs must be tired from the “hike.” He carried you back to the gift shop and offered to buy you a bottle of water if you needed it. You did, but you insisted on paying for it, though Blue didn’t put you down once during the transaction. You sipped your water, scowling without any real malice behind it.

“It was my turn to arrange a perfect date for you,” you scolded gently.

Blue’s chest rumbled against your body with another of his deep chuckles. “SILLY, HUMAN. I AM THE REIGNING CHAMPION OF ROMANCE! IT IS MY SWORN DUTY TO PROPERLY COURT YOU!”

You narrowed your eyes in an adorable fake glare. “I’m going to take your title someday,” you warned playfully, shaking a fist at him.

“I LOOK FORWARD TO YOUR FUTILE EFFORTS TO USURP ME, HUMAN!”

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #406

“turned on all the lights, the tv, and the radio / still, i can’t escape the ghost of you”

Have you ever had an ulcer? No. Do you have any rare medical conditions? I believe AvPD is considered to be a rare mental disorder. Do you have to carry an epi pen? No. What color is your mailbox? I think it's black. I don't pay attention. Would you ever want a job working with animals? I'd love to. The thing is, without a degree in something, my duties working with animals would almost certainly involve cleaning up after them, which I am WAY too squeamish with fecal matter and vomit to do. It's extremely embarrassing, but I've never even been able to clean up after my own pets if they ever had an accident or got sick. I obviously couldn't do it with random animals. Did you have a good high school experience? It's... so odd, retrospecting on high school. In some ways, it was the best time of my life because of my memories with my friends and especially Jason, but at the time, I absolutely loathed it and was horribly depressed. But at least I saw a future for myself. I took better care of myself, all that stuff... That Brittany would be fucking mortified to get a glimpse at who she becomes. Have you ever watched any Monty Python movies? Which one is your favourite? I know I've seen some of at least one. Would you ever get a "below the belt" piercing? Nah. If a couple is married, do you think there should be any legal punishment if one person cheats? No...? Like don't get me wrong at all, I am firmly against cheating under any circumstance, but for there to be legal retribution seems extreme. What is the greatest source of anxiety for you? My future. Are there any hallucinogenic drugs you’d like to try? Nah man. What made you choose your current job? I'm unemployed. Do you feel uncomfortable on the dance floor? Or are you confident with you dancing abilities? Oh hunny, you won't see me on the dance floor. Unless MAYBE if the Cha-Cha Slide comes on, or the Cupid Shuffle. That's as skilled as I get, haha. Is it exciting to you to imagine having an affair with a teacher? ... No??????????? It's fucking creepy. Adultery isn't exciting. Do you like your smile? No. I absolutely look high when I smile. What is something silly that you believed to be true when you were a child? That I could invoke the traits of any animal, which I just referred to as my "animal powers." Like for example, if I "called upon" a kangaroo, I could jump higher. I was a weird fucking kid. Have you ever been in a relationship with someone you completely connected with on a mental/emotional level, but did not find physically attractive in any way? Was physical intimacy a problem? How did it work out? I was never really physically attracted to Girt, but it was never a big deal to me. I cared way more about his personality and how much he cared about me. We were never really "intimate," per se, we just would give each other a simple peck. It didn't work out, but not at all because of physical things. He was just too much of a brother to me. What classic or cult movie have you never seen and have no desire to? Hm. I know there's some, but I'm blanking. Does The Human Centipede count here? Like everyone knows about it, so I would assume it does. I have ZERO desire to see a second of that repulsive movie. Have you ever taken a real liking to a band/singer you never ever....ever thought you'd enjoy? Maybe Melanie Martinez? Her voice is so cutesy, as are some of her songs, but I really enjoy how dark her lyrics can be. People who know me would probably be shocked to hear I thoroughly like her. After seeing the movie Avatar did you suddenly view our Earth as ugly and/or boring? If you have not seen the movie, do you think it’s worth your time? I've seen a little bit of it, but I never finished it because I was very tired and chose to go to sleep. I actually do want to see the full thing, though; it looks very good. How helpful are your parents to you? Would they help you to pay for your first apartment? College? Where does the line end? My parents are truly incredible with helping me the best they are capable of. They helped me pay for school, among other things, but I doubt they'd help with my first home, whenever that is. I wouldn't really want them to, either, because that's my responsibility for sure. Do you like playing video games? If so, what do you usually play? I love video games, and horror is absolutely my favorite genre. I also love fantasy games though with deep stories. I've never been the best at playing super long games, like Final Fantasy games, even if I'm seriously invested in the story, though. I burn out. Have you ever sewn a garment? No. Are there any plants in the room you’re in? No. I don't bother with plants. What’s your highest level of education? Some college. What’s the most important thing in any kind of relationship? Proper communication, probably. If you wear lipstick, what’s your favourite colour to wear? I only really put on lipstick to occasionally take a picture, and it's pretty much always black. Is your style feminine, masculine or somewhere in the middle? Somewhere in the middle, I guess? Are there a lot of dragonflies around your house? I've never seen one around this house, and I doubt I ever will because it's too urban. When we lived in the woods, however, I saw them a lot. Of all the Disney couples, which one would you say is your favorite? Kovu and Kiara came to my mind first. Do you think it is cute/funny or disgraceful when a child swears? It's shocking, more than anything. You don't expect it. I don't believe it should be encouraged, but only because children just don't know when swearing really isn't appropriate. If/when you have a baby, how do you think you would want to decorate its room? I don't want kids, but I'll entertain the question and assume this is before the child is born and develops interests. Whether it's a boy or a girl, I'd probably go with a cutesy animal theme. Would you more likely buy a shirt with a picture of Mickey/Minnie Mouse, a Winnie the Pooh character, Snoopy, Hello Kitty, or Tweety Bird on it? None, honestly. Perhaps like, a gothic Hello Kitty. Of all the states you have been to, which one did you have the best experiences? Putting aside the AWFUL heat and humidity, I probably had the best time in Florida. I loved all the palm trees, seeing so many lizards on my grandma's patio, and going to Disney World was a blast. I liked that swimming pools were always warm, too. Have you ever had a crush on someone “too young” for you? No. Do you regret losing your virginity to who you lost it to? No. I was madly in love with him, so no regrets on that. If your boyfriend ever hit you, would you dump him? HA, BYYYYEEEEEEEEE MOTHERFUCKER. ZERO hesitation. Did the one person who hurt you most in your life apologize? He did, but I honestly don't know if he meant it. Is there anything you want to say to someone? It'll probably go unsaid for the rest of my life. If they were to televise a live execution, would you watch it? Yikes, hard pass. If you could be the president of the USA, would you be willing to do it? Noooo thank you. Did you wake up in the middle of the night? I always do. Does your animal sleep with you? My cat does. Venus obviously sleeps in her terrarium, but she is in my room. Last color you dyed your hair? Red. Will you keep your last name when you get married? Very unlikely. I don't like my last name. What are you looking forward to? Hearing back again from the woman whose wedding I shot literally two years ago. I thought she ghosted me, but she messaged me the other day about seeing the pictures again and going through them to actually buy some. I don't know why the hell it took her two years, but whatever, I guess? I spent two whole hours resizing the files and re-adding the preview watermark (I deleted the OneDrive folder for space forever ago, but I have the files still), so I hate to sound like an ass, but she better buy something. Between sweating my ass off on location when I shot the wedding, editing those 100+ pictures two years ago, and now re-doing the previews, I have invested so much goddamn time into them that yeah, I think I have the right to be pretty damn salty if I don't hear back from her again. If your significant other cut sex out of your relationship for any reason, what would you do? It'd be whatever. I mean sure, that sort of intimacy is a very special part of serious romantic relationships to me, but I can live without it pretty easily. What was the last thing you said out loud? "Thank you for dinner" to my mom. She brought home Hardee's. Who are your godparents? I don't believe I have any. Do you like Gushers? omggggg yes Can you touch your nose with your tongue? No. Is there a particular sport you follow on a regular basis? Nope. Are you waiting for something to arrive in the mail? No. Think of the last film you watched. Who was your favourite character? Uhhhh what was it... The Shining, I think? I didn't really develop a favorite. Do you have a friend whose name starts with ‘L’? Describe him/her. Lisa. <3 She's one of my WoW friends. She'll talk your ear off, but I don't really mind. She is SO sweet and caring for other people and loves to cook. She recently had triplets, and seeing as she had a son only months before accidentally getting pregnant with the triplets, she's obviously been MEGA busy so we haven't talked much lately. When you’re being kissed do you like it when they hold your face? Yeah, but not too early on. Doing that has a promise of seriousness and passion in it to me, and it would probably weird me out if that happened too soon. Last thing that made you cry? My health. Would you ever consider getting a piercing in your septum? Nah. I don't think it would look good on me. Do you enjoy being outdoors? If it's cool outside and I have a place to sit when I want to, yeah. Do people tell you that you have an accent? Only sometimes. It's definitely not as bad as your average Southerner, though. Do you enjoy watching fireworks on the 4th of July? Ha, what nice timing. I think they're very pretty, but I believe I went over in a recent survey how I don't encourage their usage in consideration of veterans with PTSD as well as being conscious of animals and the absolute terror it can cause for them. What’re some unspeakable subjects for you? So my sister is a children's social worker, and she shares a LOT of stories with Mom (and me, if I'm present) that I can't listen to. The ones that involve pedophilia and/or rape, especially from the child's very own parent(s), I just cannot listen to. Period. It's so fucking repulsive and just unimaginable to me how even a monster of a human can commit something THAT goddamn vile. What’s your opinion of root beer? I'm not a big fan. I mean I can tolerate drinking some of it, but I don't really *enjoy* it. Have you ever seen The Breakfast Club, and what’s your opinion of it? I have, and I didn't get the appeal at all. Did you have a Furby when you were younger? Oh god, I did. Those things are so creepy. If you had a baby boy, what would you name him? Damien, most likely.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''the ordinary world'' by the hit house

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jojo-daydreams · 5 years

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Hello! Welcome to taking over the world with fan fictions! Here's my request. If you are willing to do the whole group I would like to request the Stardust Crusaders hanging out with their S/O and their just relaxing and chatting until their S/O jokingly says lets take over the world. Would they join in on this chat, make a full blown plot, or just be judging their S/O? Lol. I can't wait to see what you can manage with this. If you can't do the whole lot of them choose who you want to do!

this is my first request :oooo

I hope you like it! I changed up the prompt setting a bit for a few of them just to change things up, I hope you don’t mind! ^^

Jotaro Kujo-

You and Jotaro had just been relaxing in his room.

A long week of finals was finally behind the both of you, and at his request you’d come over to “celebrate” (read: lay on his bed and very nearly fall asleep while casually snacking and chatting)

The two of you had been talking about nothing in particular, the weather, sports, a stupid commercial you saw the other day.

It was just a simple casual hangout, but it was something you realized you desperately needed after the week you’d had, and you could tell the laid-back atmosphere was good for Jotaro too, although your stoic boyfriend rarely showed how stressed he was, you knew he felt just as tired as you did.

You look up at him, his eyes are closed and his signature hat is missing from his head

“You know, when I’m with you I always feel so happy and content, like I can handle anything.”

He snorts at your sudden confession but doesn’t open his eyes

You’re grinning now, “You know what Jotaro, we should take over the world! We could probably do it too, you and me. I’ll be the brains and the beauty and you can be the muscle.”

His eyes snap open at Take Over The World

“No.”

You pout. “Whaaat? How can you shut me down so fast like that.”

“Taking over the world is a serious thing. It’s a no.”

His tone implies the conversation is over.

You sigh, puffing out your cheeks a bit.

It had just been a joke but wow what a crushing reply that had been.

You played with the edge of your shirt as you sulked.

It was quiet for a few minutes after your failed proposal before Jotaro spoke up again.

“And anyway, I’d have to be the brains and the muscle and I’m not doing two jobs.”

“…..HEY WHATS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!”

Joseph Joestar-

Currently you were sitting next to your husband, Joseph Joestar, on an airplane as you accompanied him on a business trip.

Something something property something or other. To be honest you hadn’t been paying attention.

Joseph was a busy man, so when he asked you if you wanted to go with him this time, you’d jumped at the chance without a second thought.

You two were both watching “The Black Cauldron”, a childhood favorite you’d insisted upon when you saw it on the screen.

As a child, the villain, The Horned King, had scared you so terribly you remember sleeping with your parents for two night in a row after.

Now his monologue and evil lair seemed a bit cheesy- you felt like you could probably do it better. In fact….

You turn to Joseph, yanking out one of his earbuds.

“We could do this way better than this Horned King guy, you know?”

“Huh? Do what better than him?”

“Take over the world, raze the opposition in hellfire, make loyal followers of the rest.”

Your tone was so very casual.

Joseph scratched his chin for a minute, pretending to think.

“We’d probably need some extra help. Maybe I could get my grandson on the case as well.” He mused.

You laugh as he plays along, turning to face him fully as much as the airplane seat would allow.

“Jotaro would certainly be a worthy investment in the cause, we could do it on our own but he’d surely increase our efficiency by at least …. 75%!”

“What would our first decree be when we finally finished taking over everything, then?”

This gives you pause.

Wow you never thought you’d get this far. Ruling the world. What should the first thing you do be?

“Um. I’m not sure. I’d probably… take a day off?”

Joseph grins, leaning back a bit.

“Just one huh? What a hard working ruler you would be.”

“Well fine, then what would you do?”

He pretends to think very hard about this again, his mischievous grin never leaving.

“I would make my birthday a world-wide holiday, and then make yours a slightly lesser world-wide holiday, like only half a day off, so that everyone would much more excited for mine.”

You gasp, “That’s so mean Joseph! Maybe you’re not going to be a part of my plans now!”

“Ahh, the world’s new overlords first lover-spat!”

Mohammed Avdol-

“I’m going to take over the world, you can join me, or you can stand aside.”

Harsh terms, but that’s what someone who was going to take over the whole world had to be like sometimes.

Avdol frowns.

He wasn’t exactly sure where this was coming from.

The two of you had been sitting at your kitchen table, eating a peaceful breakfast together and talking about nothing in particular.

Then you’d said something to the affect of “Cereal ALWAYS goes in the bowl before the milk, always.” Which had turned into a small muttering rant and had somehow led to world domination.

“I’m not sure that is a good idea.” he replies, measured.

You finish another mouthful of cereal, swallowing as fast as you can to reply.

“I cannot let people exist out there who are making cereal wrong.”

You shake your spoon for emphasis.

You’re mostly joking but it does bother you a bit when people do that. Its unnatural.

Avdol watches you as you go back to eating, eyes unreadable, and waits for you to finish eating before weighing in once again.

“What if instead of world domination we travelled the world and taught people to pour milk at the appropriate time.”

You hide your smile behind your hand as best you can.

You’re joking about the whole thing of course, but even in this fictitious scenario your ever serious boyfriend is trying to come up with a practical and reasonable solution. Sometimes he was just truly too kind for his own good.

“Well. I suppose I can try that way first, but if I go on this milk peace mission you have to promise to help me when it fails.”

Avdol gives you a gentle smile, leaning over to kiss your cheek.

“If. If it fails. And of course, if it came to that I would take on the world at your side.”

Noriaki Kakyoin-

Readjusting you grip on his hand, you pulled your boyfriend to a stop beside you, forcing him to turn and look at the setting sun with you.

The two of you had spent a lovely evening at the beach, laying around and playing in the waves a bit, but now it was time for your favorite part of beach trips.

The sunset part.

Kakyoin allows himself to be pulled along without any resistance, letting go of your hand only so he could stand behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder as you both took in the scenery together.

Deciding it was time to break this tranquil silence, you spoke up, perfectly serious.

“This sunset is so pretty, I think I’m going to take over the whole world and keep them all for myself.”

Kakyoin tenses for a moment behind you, arms holding you a bit tighter.

“Take over the world? Where is this coming from?”

You shrug as much as you can in his embrace.

“I just love the sunset, it would be cool to own it.”

“Own…it…” He trails off, unsure how to respond to such a strange idea.

“Well, I suppose if it makes you happy then do what you must.”

“Thank you for the permission.” You reply with a smile, turning around in his arms to face him.

“You know, since I’m quite fond of you I think I’ll let you have all the sunrises.”

Your loving “gift” causes a small smile to blossom on his face, and he turns his head to hide his blush.

“Thank you, but… that was so sappy!”

“Well, I have to treat my trophy husband nicely now don’t I?”

Jean Pierre Polnareff-

You sat across from your boyfriend Polnareff, mindlessly stirring your coffee as you listened to him talk about the cop drama he’d spent all night watching.

You weren’t particularly interested in the show, but you found it adorable how animated he had become as he talked about the characters and the drama, so while you wouldn’t say you were tuning him out, you were certainly more focused on his actions than his words.

“And then he was like BAM BAM and the criminals were forced to face the hand of the law and- hey, are you listening?”

Uh oh.

“Huh? Oh yeah, of course. Bam, justice.”

Polnareff doesn’t seem totally convinced, but he shrugs it off, unbothered.

“Sorry, I know you don’t really care about the show haha, I just get so into it!”

You smile- ‘Oh I know you do’

“Anyways, tell me what you’ve been up to? What’re you thinking about?” Polnareff prompts, leaning forward towards you a bit.

“Me? I was… Thinking about…um. Taking over the world.”

He leans back again, confusion plain on his face, but before you can clarify that it was a joke or, hopefully, change the subject to look at bit less silly, he’s on the move again, throwing himself into the chain next to you instead of across from you and grabbing both your hands in his.

“Baby, you don’t have to worry about that- if you want the world just tell me and I’ll get it for you!”

You blush, unsure of how he can declare something so absolutely cheesy with such sincerity.

“Oh well, um, thank you Polnareff.”

He’s still smiling at you charmingly as gives your hands a reassuring squeeze.

“Anything for you baby! And while I’m at it, I can ask the writers how the main detective is going to beat his rival this season.”

You roll your eyes at that, but lean against his shoulder anyway, offering your silent support of his antics.

#jjba x reader #jjba imagine #Jotaro Kujo x reader #Joseph Joestar x reader #Jean Pierre Polnareff x reader #Noriaki Kakyoin x reader #Mohammed Avdol x reader #shoutout to hil 4 helping me brainstorm u tha real one #frienah #fluff #mine*

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daysswithyou · 4 years

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Fallen Chapter 20: Out of my mind

previous / next

Characters: DAY6 Young K x OC (Rachel)

Playlist: Yellow; Coldplay

Author’s note: I’m very sorry that it took me so long to have this chapter out but if you’re still sticking around to see read this story, please know that my thanks come from the bottom of my heart. Updates won’t be regular still because I’ll be travelling but as before, I’ll continue working on it when I can. Once again, thank you for sticking around! TT

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Younghyun comes over regularly for study sessions with you and Dowoon and whilst you’re still awkward with your “boyfriend”, there was no reason for you to chase him out – can’t – chase him out. You have to settle for a tense atmosphere whenever he’s around but with time, it’s gotten better – at least you can breathe slightly easier now. You talk to him only when necessity requires it, an occasional small lift of the corners of your lips to show him the pretty smile that he misses so much. But it also hurts – because it’s just an inkling of what you used to give him – and his heart yearns for more. The solution to all your problems with him should have been simple – just talk to him. Clear the air. Trash things out. Do what normal couples do. Communicate.

But both of you were never a normal couple to begin with – the thought still pricks your heart sometimes when you think about it – and at times, it was hard to know when it’s alright to cross to line. Would it be weird to ask him about that traumatic night? Were you allowed to? Were you ready to hear the answer to the question? These thoughts ran at a million miles in your head and there was no way to silence them.

For Younghyun, the situation was excruciating for him as well. He had things that he wanted to say to you, and you knew it. Both of you were just sitting around for the other to break the silence and start the conversation but it was much easier said than done. It was only during the most fragile moments of vulnerability that the masks slipped, and the inhibitions melted away.

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The sound of the wind chimes doesn’t catch your attention anymore, you're used to the door at this time on a Saturday morning. What you're not used to it the sound of one pair of footsteps only. You meet his eyes immediately when you turn around to face him, scalding your tongue on your hot tea accidentally when you realize that it's Younghyun instead of Dowoon.

"May I?" He gestures to the level above, and you nod your head. He walks away but you stop him before he gets too far away. You'd forgotten to ask the most important question.

"Do you need a drink?" He smiles softly at your statement.

"The usual."

You nod in understanding, hands going back to make the familiar drink that you knew so well. Making it was like second nature by now, you didn't even need to think. Your hand just moves on auto-pilot by themselves. Carrying both drinks up the stairs, you placed the cups down quietly before assuming your seat right next to him.

"Dowoonie?" You asked, with the softest voice Younghyun has ever heard.

"Hospital. He might have stretched his ligament a little too much yesterday. Capt and Pil are with him now to get it checked."

You hum in understanding, and decided to send Dowoon a get well soon text. Your phone pings just before you set your phone aside, containing a thumbs up gif from Dowoon. You close the message, missing Younghyun's side glance at you. Both of you work in relative silence, the clinking of cups against wood and the occasional question breaking the silence.

"Could you explain this equation to me?"

"I need help with the process of DNA replication, do you have any idea how it's supposed to work?"

Your Biology might not be the best, but it was at least way better than Younghyun's. In between sips of drinks and the conversation arising from the questions, Younghyun's eyelids grow heavy and he slumps his head down on the table, the loud thud catching your attention. You purse your lips and shake your head slightly at his behaviour – still the same Kang Younghyun. Still doing whatever he likes without really being aware of his surroundings. Looking at him sleep, it reminded you that perhaps you needed a break too. Lifting your face towards the ceiling, you're immediately assaulted by the cold blast of air from the air conditioning. You shiver when the icy cold fingers of the frigid air brush past your neck and you immediately lower your face to avoid the dry and cold wind.

He might be cold...

Standing up wordlessly, you trudge to the nearby cabinet to flip through your personal collection of blankets (you always had some of them at the cafe, ready for your usage whenever you were there to study) Walking over with the biggest one you had, you draped the blanket carefully over the sleeping boy, careful to not wake him. Immediately after, you shook your head at your silliness. You knew Kang Younghyun. Once he was out like a light, nothing could wake him up again. There was no need for you to worry about interrupting his sleep. With one last glance at him, you headed down the spiral staircase, leaving the sleeping boy alone.

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Time must have passed but its meaning was lost on you. Between the pages of Fredrik Backman and his discussion of aging and forgiveness reflected through his compelling characters, your revision was forgotten.

As was the boy that lay peacefully sleeping above.

But you were rudely ripped away from the world of Ove by the sharp screech of the chair right above. You winced at the shrill sound, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion. You attempted to stand to investigate the sound, but you were interrupted by the thundering of footsteps down the spiral staircase, the force causing slightly tremors in the cafe. You watch as Younghyun makes his way down the stairs, chanting something under his breath but you can't make it out. He's frantic, almost delirious. You had to snap him out of it.

"Younghyun." That was all it took for him to snap his head to stare at you dead in the eyes.

It's that look. It's that look again.

Your blood runs cold when you think back to that fateful night. It's like you were looking at that Kang Younghyun again. The one who came knocking on your door at the dead of the night, completely dishevelled, wearing the same crazed look in his eyes. Yet, just like before, your presence was the simple remedy to this. The moment he laid his eyes on you, the alarm in his eyes dimmed and his breathing immediately slowed, his shoulders drooping as he collapsed into himself. You were here. Here with him. That's all that matters. You slowly sit back down as Younghyun shuffles to approach you, and you eye him the entire way. He towers over you as he comes to a stop right in front of you and you have to crane your neck to look at him, anticipating his next move.

"Can I sleep here?"

You nod, shifting to the side to give him more space on the sofa. You didn't have the heart to turn him away, he looked like he needed some human company. You thought that when he said sleep, he meant sleeping by your side, not on you. You bite back a small yelp when you feel the heavy weight of his head on your thighs, your skin feeling ticklish due to his short hair bristling against them. You stare down at Younghyun with wide eyes, expecting him to get the hint and move. Yet, he remained unfazed, staring right into your wide eyes with his fox-like eyes. Next, in a voice that was as soft as the flowing wind, he asked, “Can you sing me to sleep?”

“Are you sure? I can’t sing.”

“It’s… It’s fine. Please just sing me to sleep.”

“Why…? Younghyun, really, I can’t sing. You don’t want me to sing.”

“Please. I just need to hear your voice.” Throughout the entire conversation, his earnest eyes never leave yours, practically begging you to do as he says. What happens next is exactly as you expected it to.

“Ok. Then just close your eyes and focus on my voice.” You hurry to add in the next line before you start.

“But just this once! Never again.”

“Ok. Just this once.” Younghyun flashes you a wry smile before the lights dim from his eyes, his eyelids slowly fluttering shut as you start. You sing the first song on your mind – the one that reminded you of him.

Look at the stars,

Look how they shine for you,

And everything you do,

Yea, they were all yellow.

With Kang Younghyun, time seems to hold no meaning anymore. You sing till you’re slightly hoarse, moving from song to song naturally without much pause between. As the last note leaves your mouth, you close your parched lips, the itchiness in your throat a reminder that you should get water – but – you didn’t have the heart to wake Younghyun up. Not when he was sleeping so peacefully. You didn’t get much moments like this with him – quiet, serene and tranquil. He looked so peaceful, and you wanted to memorise every bit of this moment; his features.

Carding your fingers through his hair softly, you rolled the tips of his hair slightly between your fingers, noting how it’s getting longer. It gave him a manlier look; the messy cut from before gave him a boyish, almost impish look. You let your eyes trace over his features slowly, noticing the way he no longer frowns in his sleep, the way his facial muscles no longer tense. You first notice the eyebags under his eyes. He’s probably tired from all the consecutive games played and lacking sleep, yet he still dedicates time to his studies. His crooked nose comes into view, and you lift a hand to your lips to muffle the sound of your laughter as you recall the time where he animated how he broke his nose as a child to you, the outcome of speeding with a bicycle and colliding into a tree. Eyes wandering further down, you spot the purple peeking from beneath his shirt, evidence of a bruise and his unwavering dedication to the game, never giving up even when he got injured. Lastly, your eyes land on his lips – and a thousand memories come flooding back. The same lips that argued with you were also the same lips that comforted you, the same lips that made you frustrated were also the same lips that made you smile. They were the very same lips that captured yours in a kiss, leaving you breathless from the different emotions felt. Is this what loving someone feels like? Is this love?

You shake your head in resignation at your own musing, not really having an answer to your own question but knowing one thing at least: Despite all the confusion and pain, you still care for Younghyun. A lot.

Craning your head down, you press a soft kiss to his forehead, hoping that the sincerity of the action will reach him when the words are hard to say. When you pull back, your breath catches in your throat because you’ve been caught in the act. You stare back at his open eyes like a deer caught in headlights – unable to move, not wanting to move. His eyes flick to your lips and you know what he’s thinking – and you know that you’re thinking the same thing too. Fuck it. Since I’m already caught in the act, I might as well go all in.

“Kiss me.”

Younghyun doesn’t need to be told twice before he’s rising from your lap to push you against the banister behind you. He presses so close against you that your chests brush against one another with each inhale, his hands holding you in place to stop you moving. It’s irrational but he’s scared that you’ll run away, scared that you’ll slip through his fingers and disappear forever – because that was what it felt like for the past few weeks when he couldn’t have you close, it’s like you were gone from his life, and he hated that feeling. Like a drowning man that finally got his first gasp of air, Younghyun takes in as much as he can – lips savouring every inch of your sweet lips, legs tangling with yours as his hands begin to roam around your body. The world narrows down to just you and him, and all you can register is him – the feeling of his body pressed against yours, the feel of his skin burning underneath your fingertips and his lips that nip, suck and bite your own.

The sound of the front door slamming shut has both of you jumping away from one another instantly, as if someone had scalded the both of you. You sneaked a peek over Younghyun’s shoulder and you spot Dowoon’s figure by the doorway, eyes fixated on both of you. Your entire body burns at the thought of him catching both of you in the act – you’re not sure how long he’s been standing there or how much he has seen but one thing is sure – he definitely knows what went down. The messy clothes, ragged breathing and red lips? Yea, they’re unmistakable.

“Oh Dowoon-ah, you’re here.” Younghyun shifts further away from you to put distance between the both of you as he acknowledges the younger. Visibly awkward upon having walked upon such an intimate scene, Dowoon lets out something between a grunt and a mumble of acknowledgement as he eyes shift left and right, not sure what to do in that situation. Even though Dowoon stands at a distance and refuses to meet your eyes, you can see his lips twist into a grimace and his eyebrows drawing towards the centre – he’s visibly uncomfortable at the sight; maybe slight annoyed but… why? Your thoughts are broken by Younghyun’s announcement that he’s going to use the washroom and he flashes past your periphery before he’s gone again. Once Younghyun is out of earshot, Dowoon marches over with a determined look on his face – you’ve never seen this facial expression before and it has fear lodging itself into your heart. It’s a mixture of mild regret, fear and determination – almost like he’s going to reveal an earth-shattering secret.

“Can I talk to you?”

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Chains and Shackles

Their footsteps echo in the hallway.

1. 2. The sounds of Sirius’ boots and Remus’ bare feet, bouncing off the walls. He looks up, at the clumps of dirt falling on top of them, the roots of the Willow barely holding back the stones. He always hated this part, the feeling that he was descending, into the heart of the earth, the feeling that he was being burried alive.

Remus can feel his heart start to pound, feel the nausea and terror set in. He swallows, hard, trying to will the feelings away, shove it deep inside of him. He’s done this so many times, knows that thinking about it only made it worse.

It didn’t stop the flicker of terror inside of him, the frantic beating of his heart, the way the tunnel around him seemed to flicker. His mouth is dry, his lips cracking and he can taste metal.

Sirius reaches for his hand, intertwing his fingers through Remus’. He clutches it tighter, like a drowning man desperate for rope, presses their palms together and holds fast. Sirius winces, but doesn’t pull away, lets Remus maintain his strangled grip on his hand.

Foolish. The word echoes through his head. How many times have I done this? How many moons have I spent here?

He knows he should be used to it. He’s 16 now, for God’s sake, has endured hundreds of moons and transformations. He’s been cut and scarred, has had every bone in his body broken thousands of times, has been torn apart and put back together. Over and over again, time after time, the moon high in the sky above him.

But still, the fear lingered.

Sirius stops, dragging Remus out of his thoughts. They are at the end of the tunnel, at a set of heavy metal doors. The tunnel was dark, making them look dull, but Remus knew what they were made of.

Silver. Silver, meant to hurt him, burn him if he tried to escape. He stares at the doors with disgust, at the small veins shaking through the metal.

Sirius holds out his hand, palm facing towards him. “Re. The key.”

Remus nods, faintly, reaching up to his neck. The key hangs from a chain, long and complex, the edge worn shiny from all the times it’s been used. He unhooks it from under his shirt, drops it into Sirius’ hands. He can hear his hand shaking, the metal rattling against each other, and he quickly lets go.

He wasn’t able to unlock the door himself. The silver burned too deep for that, carved lines into his flesh. Remus steps back, trying not to collapse as Sirius opens the door.

The Shrieking Shack is familiar, so horribly familiar as Remus steps into the room. The wood scratches at his feet, the paint peeling from the walls, and Remus shivers as he heads towards the corner. They had learnt, long ago, not to dress him in anything warm. The Wolf always ended up shredding through them, scattering them in scraps under his feet.

He’s wearing a simple pair of trousers, torn and threadbare at the knees, his chest and feet bare. It’s freezing in here, the night dark through the cracks in the wall, and he presses himself into the corner.

He’s grateful, grateful that Sirius hangs back as Remus starts to attach the chains. Grateful that Sirius pretends, that he still has some form of control over his life, grateful that Sirius can still pretend that he wasn’t an animal.

Remus bends down, clamps the shackles around his ankle, attaching the chains to the wall. Three per leg, on on his ankle, above his knee and at his thigh, the metal cold and biting. Sirius watches him, his eyes unreadable as Remus pulls on the chains, fastens the left shackle to his wrist.

It’s only after Remus has turned the lock that Sirius steps forwards. He holds out a final chain, meant to go around his right wrist, helps Remus into it like he’s putting on a pair of gloves. The metal is horribly, bitterly cold and Remus shivers.

“Why won’t they let you have a fire in here?” Sirius tilts his head. “Would improve the atmosphere. Make everything seem a little less....damp.”

“Too visible?” Remus chokes out. He tries to suppress a shudder as Sirius crouches, pulls the final chain from the wall. It’s a thick, metal band, fastened across his stomach, and he winces as Sirius turns the key. “Also if the house burns down, I can’t really do anything about it.”

Sirius shrugs. “I mean. You could piss on the flames.”

“Great idea.” Remus rolls his eyes. “I’ll just whip out my dick and piss on the fire. No wonder you almost failed Potions.”

“What does me failing potions have to do with any of this?” Sirius stands back, staring down at Remus. “Potions and fire have nothing in common.”

“We has to brew the Fire’s Bane. The one where you could spray it and the fire would instantly burn out?” Remus smiles. “When it was time to test our potion, you emptied your water jug on it instead.”

“It extinguished though.”

“You got us a T.”

The banter is silly, empty, but Remus clutches to it desperately. Anything to forget the horrors that faces him, the knowledge of pain looming over him. Anything to relax, just for a moment, to pretend he wasn’t chained to the ground in a shack half-naked and waiting to transform. He’d do anything for it, the feeling of normalcy, the knowledge that he could look up at the moon and not feel afraid.

So even as they talk, even as they gossip Remus can still sense the undercurrent. The fear, the terror, the what if’s.

What if something breaks permanently? What if I manage to escape the chains?

What if I don’t survive this time?

Sirius knows it, too. He can tell by the look on his face, the emptiness of his eyes. Remus tried to imagine what it would be like, if Sirius was against the wall, chained up and about to face excruciating pain.

He shakes his head. Better him then Sirius. Better anyone then Sirius. He had already suffered enough, more then his fair share. Remus would go through a thousand full moons just to ensure that Sirius would never be hurt again.

Sirius clears his throat, glancing out the window. The moon is almost at its peak, round and full and beautiful, and Sirius winces. “All right. Ready?”

Remus takes a shaking breath. He closes his eyes. “Ready.”

There’s a click, then a pop, and he can feel the spikes on the inside of his cuffs spring out. Jagged, sharp edges, designed to slice through bone and flesh in an instant.

He didn’t mind the spikes. He had requested that Dumbledore put them in himself.

“Is it okay?”

Remus flexes his wrists, then ankles. When they had first put the spikes in, he had fastened the chains tight, right against his skin. That night, when he Turned, his body grew, expanded, until the spikes cut into his ankles and rists, snapped through bone and tendon. He had lay there in agony, every movement sending waves of pain through his body, wishing, begging for the sun to come back. He still carries the scars, a row of even, raised punctures around his ankles and wrists.

He shrugs, or tries to. The metal clanks around him and Remus sighs. “Yeah. Fine.”

“Okay.” Sirius lets out a trembling breath. He was trying to hold it together, Remus could see, trying not to let any fear show. He bends down, brushes his lips against Remus’, a lingering whisper and a hidden promise. “I’ll be there. The minute you finish turning. I’ll be here with you.”

“I know.” He tries not to let his voice shake, but Remus winces at the crack. “Thanks.”

There was so much to say to Sirius, so many things to tell him. I don’t want you to go. I don’t want you to see me like this. I don’t want to transform.

I’m scared.

He shakes his head, chokes the words down. It wasn’t fair to Sirius, to speak the words. To pile all of his terrors onto his boyfriend’s shoulders, when they already bore so much pain of their own. It wasn’t fair.

So Remus swallows down the screams. He would take all his tortures and bear them. He would not beg for Sirius to stay, for him to be with Remus as he changed. He would not ask him for another kiss or smile or even a glance at those grey eyes. He would not plead to God, who had never answered him and never would. He would not call out, to ask Sirius to leave the lamp on, the small burning flame, the reminder that there was something good in this world, despite all the darkness. He would not ask him.

But he was still grateful, so grateful that Sirius left the light on anyways.

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scarareg · 5 years

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Armin, Eren, Levi, Kaneki for the character ask! XD

Ok girl ,you asked me about my boys so I hope you are ready to read a Bible

You realy?Are you excited? I feel excited. This is me writing this

ARMIN

Ok here we go with my fav boy

First impression: I thought he was so kind and naive about the real world and how cruel it could be, but with a very string dream to see the sea,it was so tender. He is a sweet guy who needs protection.

Impression now: Oh, boy. He has grown up so much. I am proud of him because he is starting to believe more in himself and his capacities.

Favorite moment:

When he transform in titan and says that he understand Bertholdt And when he punched Eren for being a dick with Mikasa

Idea for a story:

He living with his parents and his grandpa in a house in the beach, has a cat, and plays everyday with Eren and Mikasa. As a teenagers Connie, Jean and Sasha join the gang.Whe he grows he studies astronomy or history and meets Annie and they fall in love and eventually get married, maybe even have three children. Yeah that’s sounds good and will never happen.

Unpopular opinion:

He deserves live more than Erwin. He is as intelligent as Smith but with better moral compass and can guide people to victory without sacrifice soldiers. Is the improved version of Erwin, more human.

Favorite relationship:

With Eren.They are like fire and water. Armin can calm Eren and makes him come to his senses and and see the rational side of each situation. Eren helps Armin every time he needs and truly believes in him, more than anyone, and knows how brave he is. He can trust his life to Armin.

Favorite headcanon:

He is a coffee person

Likes cats

Sometimes he can’t sleep because of nightmares. When this happens , he goes for a walk in the night -the night breeze calms him- and sometimes sits down to watch the stars like he used to do with Mikasa and Eren

Eren- my boyfriend- Jaeger

First impression:

Beautiful voice. Beautiful eyes. Cute. But too troublesome for me.Impression now:

I do not have idea what I am feeling about him. I want to believe that he pretends to hate Mikasa and Armin so the enemy can not use them against him. Is a person who truly believes that he is doing the right thing for everyone and if he has to sacrifice himself to do it, he is fine with that. Really admirable -at his own particular way-.Favorite moment:

This gif because he looks hella cute

and everytime he go shirtless because makes me laugh. It’s kinda absurd how he can’t do anything with his shirt on. Is just funny to me. I love his silly-self.Idea for a story:

Eren lives happily with his parents near Mikasa and Armin and always play together. As an adult he works in something related with take care of childs.Unpopular opinion:

Eren was a great protagonist since the beginning. A shonen guy in a seinen world who matures over time.Favorite relationship: With Armin.Favorite headcanon:

Eren would love 80’s music and he sings a lot in his free time, especially in the bathroom.

Likes dogs.

He fear mice

Levi

First impression: “…This dude is really hot…”Impression now:

He is super brave and strong,not only phisically, but mentally. Has lost almost everyone with whom his story began but he keeps fighting and living like the first day. Only with his presence you feel that the problems can be solved and the enemy do not have a chance- something like All Might- and he live up to his position and responsabilities. He truly cares of others and gives good advice,wise.

Favorite moment:

Idea for a story:

Levi live with his mother in a small nice town, received adequate education, can clean himself everyday and eat three times a day everyday. When he grows he opens a tea shop.

Unpopular opinion:

He is not vainglorious . I have read some people that thinks he is full of himself . I think he knows what he is capable for and what not, and accepts it and knows that team work is fundamental to survive and complete mission and without help he could not do anything. He trusts and praises his comrades whetever he can/needs. Favorite relationship:

With Hange. I love how different they are and every interaction they have is hilarious and they complement each other . Also the way they take care of each other only screams friendship goalsFavorite headcanon: He is very ticklish

Kaneki

First impression:

Ok, the best adjective with which I could describe him is as “tirillas”. According to Google, its literal definition is:” a small or thin person, generally of little physical strength”.

Impression now:

Super mixed. I want to explain this:

I am in love with Kaneki. He was one of my first biggest manga crush ever (yes manga ,because the anime version never appeal to me) and still having a super special place in my heart and mind. I deeply care of him. Now my problem is that I started to dislike when Black Reaper appears. He did not treat the Quinx like his equals or his friends even though they spent 2 years together living under the same roof. One thing is that he remember Touka and company but that does not makes those 2 years disappear , neither gives him the right to treat them like nothing. They still thinking of him as a friend- for obvious reasons- so I just cant forgive that.

This is a travel for my mind and feelings for him through eras:

Eyepatch:Cinnamon roll. Needs protection. I have a crush

Centipede: I am in love and want the best for him because he doen’t deserves the horrible passage that he lived and the traumas that arose from it. I believe in him and his goals.

Haise Sasaki: What can I say? the best version of him. A mix of the past two stages. I wil marry if I can. Where I can find a man like that?

Black Reaper: WTF is this? who are you and what did you did with my boy?

One-Eyed King :You are a terrible leader. I do not hate you but neither like you…

Dragon : …Ok…this is weird…

Post-Dragon : Ok, you are a lot like the boy I used to know and I like you but I need you to fix the disaster you caused to love you like I used to.

Now I think I care about him, I know I love him but I feel that there were missing chapters to be able to forgive him. But TGre endend as it did and that is the part that hurt me the most.

Favorite moment

Idea for a story: He was late for his date with Rize, so that never happened. He finished his studies, get a family- maybe with Hide, maybe with Touka, who knows- and lived happily for the rest of his days, being writer and barista in his freetime

Unpopular opinion: He isnt a hero. Actually is one of the characters that caused more destruction and deaths through the manga.

Favorite relationship: Hideyoshi Nagachika.Hide is Kaneki’s light , and the only person who truly cares about him through all his life. Kaneki is a loyal friend and always think and worry about Hideyoshi.Hide helps this awkward boy to socialize and thats lovely.

Favorite headcanon: Is Potterhead. His house is Slytherin. Have a crush on Emma Watson since he is 5.

Thank you for ask,my love. I hope this has not tired you, ended pretty long-but you have already noticed-.

#Mikotofubar #SNK #TG #TGre #Eren Jaeger #Armin Arlert #Levi Ackerman #Kaneki Ken #Haise Sasaki #Sasaki Haise #Ask me

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randomfandomimagine · 5 years

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5K Contest 1st Prize

For @c-taylor-wanna-be-a-glader (sorry for the wait, but thanks for being so patient! :D):

Fandoms: Teen Wolf & Star Wars

Gender to be shipped with: Male

Name: Taylor

Description: Tan skin, hazel eyes. Very long, dark brown, curly hair. I dress pretty casually, t-shirts, flannel shirts, sweaters, jeans. I'm a total geek, and proud of it! I'm fiercely protective of those I love. I'm a very deep person with a good sense of humor. Generally quiet and soft-spoken, but I also have this Chris Evans kind of laugh, and I do it all the time! I'm told I'm extremely happy and optimistic, but in reality I'm a worrier. And I'm a people-pleaser, which constantly gets me in over my head. I love being outdoors, sports, cooking, music and singing, photography, animals, fandoms, drawing, and graphic design.

TEEN WOLF

Lover: Stiles (you’re also a lot like Catori, Taylor!). You and Stiles are so alike that you agree in almost everything. You personalities click together perfectly, you have similar senses of humor (even if yours is a bit more pure and his is straight up sarcastic) and he’s so in love with you. He’s always there for you when you overthink and he’s up to do anything with you, he doesn’t care as long as you’re together.

Best friend: Scott. While Stiles is closer to you, it’s Scott who has the same view of the world, the one that believes in kindness and in people and the one who prefers to see the silver linings and the good things in life, the small things. That’s why you’re best friends, there’s a different connection than the one you have with Stiles.

Enemy: Derek. Not that you really hate each other, but he’s the one you clash with the most. Maybe because of your bubbly personality and his kind of pesimistic view of the world. But you can still tell he cares about you anyway.

Other characters: You and Lydia have your moments, most times you get along but you tend to disagree in many things. Liam gets along with you really well, and so does Mason and Kira, even if you’re not extremely close with any of them. Allison is your second best friend after Scott, and you do girly things together but also talking about serious things and help each other out.

Drabbles

Stiles

Waiting in the hall was the worst, you wished you didn’t have a free period to fill. Honestly, it made you want to go home and forget about the rest of the day’s classes.

A guy was looking you from time to time, standing in front of you and leaning his back against the lockers just like you were. You stared back, wondering where his interest came from.

��Cool shirt” He mumbled, a friendly compliment.

“Thanks!” You looked down to it in an instinct. “I love my Batman t-shirt”

The boy grinned to himself and walked a few steps closer to you, crossing his arms over his chest just to uncross them again and fidget around.

“He probably likes bananas, right?” He showed you a goofy face. “Na na na na Batman?”

You let out a genuine guffaw of laughter, definitely not expecting such a silly and absurd joke. Growing self-conscious of your loud laughter, however, you covered your mouth with your hands to suffocate the noise. But he was just smiling.

“Sorry, bad joke” He awkwardly scratched the back of his head. “I just like your shirt, that’s all, forget about the rest”

“No, it was funny!” You encouraged him, smiling widely. A smile of its own appeared on his lips.

“I don’t think we’ve met” The grin never left his lips even as he spoke. “I’m Stiles”

“I’m Taylor” You realized he was offering you a hand, so you shook it.

“You have a terrible sense of humor, Taylor” He winked at you. “As bad as mine”

Scott

You took too long drawing to pass the time, and now you had to rush for class. In your hurry, you completely missed the boy standing in the middle of the hallway. He was facing his back to you and even if he turned around when he heard you, it was too late. None of you were fast enough to avoid the collision.

Both of you fell to the ground, papers flying by in the air as you stopped clutching the folder in your arms.

“Sorry!” You picked yourself up and gathered your notes back. “I’m so sorry!”

“Don’t worry” He smiled at you and helped you pick up your papers. “You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah” You heaved a sigh. “I’m just late, can you tell me the time?”

The boy took a quick glance at his wristwatch and grimaced in anticipation to your response.

“It’s... twenty past”

“Damn it... It’s so late, I might as well skip it...”

“At least it’s the last class, right?” He showed you a friendly smile that made you feel a little better.

You nodded, clumsily fixing your hair, giving up on arriving to class. When you heard the boy chuckle, though, you looked up at him.

“We can hang out for a while, at least until you catch your breath”

“Sure” You grinned too, realizing you were almost gasping for air. “I’m Taylor”

“I’m Scott” His kind smile lingered on his lips. “I think we’ve seen each other around in class”

Derek

The situation was tense, and didn’t look too bright. Looking at your friends, you could see the concern and anguish in their faces. Except for Derek’s, you should have known by how people spoke of him. It was the first time you were around each other, but you could tell he was keeping calm.

“We’re screwed” Stiles muttered in annoyance.

“There must be a way to defend ourselves from the other pack...” Scott said, apparently thinking aloud.

“L-Let’s think positive” You bashfully noted, feeling a bit out of place since you weren’t used to any of that yet. “There’s got to be a good side to this”

“No offence, kid” Derek glanced at you for the first time. “But you’re not helping, there’s no good side about this”

“But...” You pouted, looking at your boyfriend Stiles, who in turn stared at Derek.

“Another pack of werewolves declared war on us, how is that good?”

Immediately, you could tell he didn’t like you. Maybe you were too energetic and optimistic for his like and you were far too different to get along, at least for now.

STAR WARS

Lover: Luke. There’s something special about you two, maybe because you grew up together and you knew each other so well that it was inevitable. But you understand each other like no one else does, you relate to one another and can almost see in each other’s souls and minds. There’s just a unique bond between you and him and you care deeply about one another.

Best friend: Rey. At first you didn’t quite get along because she was a bit distant, but in time you grew closer. You realized you were a bit similar and she saw how kind and cheerful you are and you were suddenly making jokes here and there and you both saw that you trusted each other.

Enemy: Han. It’s not that you’re actually enemies? But you just don’t get along, that’s all. Maybe it’s because your personalities are incompatible and even if you get along a bit better you’re just not friends yet. You notice Han makes an effort for you to like him and makes jokes and all, but you can’t quite bring yourself to be friends with him even if you grew to like him and even if you actually trust him.

Other characters: Poe likes you a lot! You’re kind, funny, smart and bubbly and he loves your energy, so he’s pretty nice and playful to you. Finn is a close friend to you, and you’re always chatting and also trust each other a lot, going to the other for advice when you need it. You and Leia aren’t extremely close, but you have lots of fun whenever you’re together and understand the other really really well. Chewie is your friend also, because even though you don’t speak Wookie you feel like you almost do, like you can understand him even when he isn’t speaking.

Drabbles

Luke

You smiled as you saw Luke making his way to you, holding something in his hand. Maybe it was the part you had been wanting for weeks, the one missing to finish your droid! He found it!

“I can’t believe it!” You jumped up and down as he approached you. “Really?”

Luke reciprocated your smile and handed something to you. The missing part.

“Here you go, Tay”

“You’re the best, Luke!” You took it from him and observed it, feeling him staring fondly.

Both living in Tatooine, you two grew up together. To the point that it was so long ago that you barely even remembered how you became friends. And when certain... feelings arised. Truth was, you thought differently about him now.

You often wondered if he did too, seeing as he bothered to look for something you really wanted and spent so long until he finally found it. Just to make you happy.

“Thank you so much!” You threw yourself to hug him, making him chuckle happily as he hugged you too.

Too excited to contain yourself, you kissed him in the cheek as you broke away. You worried that you went too far, but Luke was smiling. Even if he was blushing too.

Rey

You thought it was just another monotonous and hopeless day at Jakku, but you saw something that lightened you up in your apathetic mood. Being stuck there wasn’t fun, and you only ever saw how selfish and cruel people could be. So when you saw that girl refusing to sell that droid even for the food she obviously needed, it made your heart sing with hope.

You stood up from your shade, brushing the sand off yourself, and approached her. The girl seemed a bit moody as her orange and white droid friend followed her, yet not regretful.

“Hey, I would have done the same thing” You told her, admiring her kindness and selflessness.

“What?” She was surelly surprised that a complete stranger was talking to her, and confused as to what you were talking about.

“You can maybe get food another way” You said, letting her know you saw everything. “But people, and especially friends, are irreplaceble”

The girl looked down to her droid friend, which beeped in response, and then back to you as her brown eyes locked with yours.

“Funny, I think everyone else would call me crazy for doing that” She frowned, seizing you as she stared.

“Not me, that’s for sure” You extended a hand to her, dedicating her a bright smile. “I’m Taylor”

“Rey” She shook your hand and nodded her head to the droid. “That’s BB8″

That smile lingering in your lips, you nodded at your new friends.

“Pleased to meet you both”

Han

You were finally going to meet the famous Han Solo. After hearing so many stories from Luke and once you convinced him to take him with you in his adventures, you met Leia. And now you were about to be introduced to Han, someone you were extremely curious about.

Honestly, you didn’t know what to think of him. Judging by what your friends told you about him, he was cheeky and arrogant and cunning. The only reason you were okayish with him was because your friends trusted him and apparently he had their backs. Not that you were convinced about him still.

As soon as you walked into the ship, a confident looking man wearing a vest approached you, bearing a self-satisfied smirk.

“Hi there” He offered you a hand. “I’m Han, you must be Taylor”

“Yeah” Warily, you shook his hand, not wanting to be rude.

“Luke never mentioned how beautiful you are” The smirk never left his face as he nonchalantly shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest. “Guess he wants to keep you all for himself”

“Excuse me?” You frowned, wondering what he was on about and why he was flirting with you even though he had just met you. He was giving you a terrible first impression.

“It’s a joke” He said, holding his hands up. “To break the ice?”

“Aha...” You awkwardly said, navigating the ship to reunite with your boyfriend Luke.

“Well, that happened” You heard Han saying behind you, realizing he made you slightly uncomfortable.

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naptis-lucis-caelum · 6 years

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similar to another request, could you write something for the chocobros+luna reacting to a s/o who cries a lot? sometimes over silly things like a really cute, small animal or a sad drama lol

HELLOOOOO I’m so sorry this took forever! I had to get my Mac fixed but now that it’s all good let’s get back to the requests! Sorry I have to skip out on Luna, I don’t feel like I have enough background/research on her to write about her and make it close to canon huh. Regardless, I hope you enjoy!!

You and Noctis walked through the streets of Insomnia, and while he continued to talk to you about fishing, you stopped in your tracks as a small husky and its owner approached your path. The dog stopped in front of you and you, almost instinctively, fell on the floor and began running your free through its soft fur. You commenced short chit chat with the owner, finding out more information about the sweet husky who had his eyes closed and his tongue out at your touch.

“Who’s a good boy?” you asked in an endearing manner. “Who’s the best boy, huh? Who’s the best bubba?”

The dog emitted a sweet whimper at your praises, and you were quickly attacked by licks on your cheek. They bid you two a goodbye, with the owner curtsying at the Prince and the dog barking cheerily. You waved at them and watched them continue their walk over your shoulder, but you couldn’t help but feel a sudden emptiness in your heart.

“Noct…” you trailed off with a sniff.

His eyes moved from the dog’s wagging tail in the distance and back at you, surprised at the tears forming in your eyes.

“H-Hey,” he stuttered in shock, “What’s wrong, princess? Are you hurt?”

“I… I…” you sniffed once again. “I want a dog!” you began to cry.

Noct’s first course of action was to wrap you in his arms—something he didn’t do often in public due to his title, but he was willing to make exceptions. “That doesn’t answer my question, babe.”

“The husky,” you inhaled, “The husky was adorable and he loved me so much!”

He laughed at how silly you were being, but found your unconditional love for animals heartwarming. He pulled away softly and kissed your forehead.

“Then let’s go see who we can adopt,” he said with a smile, wiping your tears and holding your hand tightly. As you made your way to the nearest animal shelter, he stopped for a second and stared at you with a deceiving grin. “But you know, we can just skip the dog and…” he raised his eyebrow, “Get straight to the baby-making.”

You gasped and slapped his shoulder, “Noct!”

“Ow—hey! I was kidding!” he defended himself with a laugh. “Partly.”

You rolled your eyes and hit him again, walking ahead to hide the warming blush on your cheeks.

“Huh, so Kimi no Na wa was as good as everyone said it was,” Prompto remarked as the credits on the screen rolled. He shifted his position on the couch, wrapping his arm around you before noticing how red your eyes had become. “Babe, why are you crying?!”

“M-M-Mitsuha and T-Taki,” you murmured between sobs, “They were meant to be!”

You covered your face, partly because you were embarrassed over how strongly you felt about the move, but mostly because thinking about the ending riled up your feelings once again. Although Prompto was initially confused as to why the movie had affected you so much, he’d be a hypocrite if he said he never cried over a film before. Instead of poking fun at you about it, he wrapped his other arm around you and pulled you in for an embrace. He let you soak up shirt for the next 15 minutes before you finally calmed down and collected yourself.

“That Red Thread of Fate concept absolutely killed me,” you chuckled as he helped you wipe your tears away.

Prompto rested his hand on your cheek, rubbing the high point with his soft thumb. The way his eyes were staring at you intently made your heart jump right out of your chest, and seeing your reaction to him caused his lips to form a huge smile.

“Yeah… the Red Thread is pretty cool, huh?” he said. “It’s crazy to think that such a belief of connection exists.”

You nodded, “Yeah, how wild would it be if it actually existed?”

“… I think it does,” he shrugged.

“You do?”

“Mhm,” he answered. “Actually, I…,” he swallowed, “I think I found the other end of my Red Thread… wrapped around you.”

The broad smile on his face quickly minimized into a shy one. You fought back the new army of tears threatening to leave your system, but the soft kiss Prompto had planted on your lips left you weak. You moved your hands to cup his face only to feel ropes of tears trickling down the sides os his face as well.

“I love you,” he whispered, keeping your foreheads together and his eyes locked on yours.

“I love you too, Prompto.”

After a hectic day at work, all you wanted to do eat your feelings out and go to bed. You had been complaining about your misfortunes to Gladio all day, but walking in to him transforming your apartment into a private spa wasn’t something you expected to see.

Before you could even say anything, Gladio quickly walked over to you and kissed you deeply, practically sucking the air out of you. Your tense shoulders dropped as you lost yourself in the kiss. He took your bag and set it on the floor, hung your coat, and placed your shoes on the rack. Smooth jazz music played from your burnt out speaker while he guided you to the bathroom that smelled of lavender—your favourite. The bathtub was surrounded by candles and filled with warm water, bubbles, and floating flowers.

“Gladdy, you didn’t have to do this,” you said, a little shy with how spoiled you felt.

He shook his head, “You take care of me all the time. I’d be a bad boyfriend if I couldn’t make you feel better after a shitty day.”

“You can always make me feel better without all this, though,” you replied. “I just need you by my side.”

“And I’m always gonna be by your side, baby girl.” He kissed the back of your hand and brought it up to his face. “But this is the least I can do for you. You deserve everything in this world.”

“Gladio!” you whined into a cry, and he couldn’t help but laugh at how easy it was for you to burst into tears.

To be fair, you couldn’t help yourself; your heart was bursting at the seams. Being part of the Crownsguard wasn’t an easy task, and even though he had his own troubles to deal with, he decided to throw them away just for your sake. The mere fact that he decided to think of you and not of himself was enough to remind you of how lucky you were to be with such a kind and caring man.

He kissed your tears away as he began undressing you. There was no malice in his movements, only love. Gently, he lead you into the bathtub and rested you down. He pulled up a stool and sat beside you, continually kissing your hand while praises left his mouth.

You couldn’t stop crying, and it was okay.

“Ugh, Iggy’s gonna be the reason for my diabetes,” you groaned to yourself after spotting a tupperware of sweets on your work table.

You moved the envelope and opened the container, revealing stacks of chocolate chip cookies that looked too moist to eat. The heavenly sight made you salivate a little, but the small white envelope called you back into a reality. You flipped the top open and pulled out the small card, reading the words,

‘Just because. Always thinking of you, my dear.

Love,

I.S. xx’

Just because. That was the first time in a long time you heard someone use that reasoning with you. You broke off a piece and let it crumble in your mouth, closing your eyes as you entered a short moment of reverie.

Yup, this was definitely the work of Ignis Scientia.

Giggling, you picked up the phone and dialled his office number. After exactly two rings, his stern voice picked up from the other end of the line.

“Mr. Scientia, can you drop by my office in the next 10 minutes? I have urgent business with you,” you said, attempting to keep your tone as professional as possible.

It didn’t take long for him to enter your office and swoop you in for a kiss. He backed you up to the edge of your office table and deepened the kiss, causing you to smile against his lips. You were technically breaking the rules by showing affection—hell, you were technically breaking the unspoken rule of dating a coworker, but because Ignis was the Royal Advisor, he got away with certain things.

His eyes moved down to the opened container on your table. “I take it you enjoyed the cookies then, love?” he asked.

You nodded and grabbed the remaining piece from earlier. He opened his mouth and you fed him, watching him relish his own creation. Iggy knew he was a fantastic cook, and he would never turn down the chance to speak or taste his culinary prowess.

“I called you over here because I wanted to say thank you,” you began, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.

“For the cookies?” he asked before wrapping his arms around your waist in return. “It’s not a problem at all.”

“Not just that,” you shook your head, “For always taking care of me. You never have to sneak food into my office, but you always do. It’s such a sweet gesture and you never fail to make me happy.”

“Because you never fail to bring joy into my life as well,” he replied. “I can’t offer you much else other than my cooking,” he added half-jokingly.

“I don’t need anything else, Iggy. I just need you.”

He took a deep breath, “I love you very, very much.”

You sniffed at the sincerity in his voice and the warmth in his beautiful green eyes. “And you know I love you too, Iggy.”

“There’s nothing more I want in this world than to grow old with you, my dear.”

That did it. That sentence opened the floodgate of your tears. You looked down as you started to cry, prompting him to move even closer and lock you in an embrace.

“I’d cook for you every single day for the rest of my life if you asked,” he humoured you, making you laugh and pull away.

He grinned, happy that he was victorious in making you smile. His hand snaked over to the cookies and he picked up another one, bringing it to your mouth and feeding you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head in delight, but a second later, tears began to run down your face once again.

“Please don’t cry,” Iggy comforted you. “I won’t ever leave you.”

“It’s not that,” you shook your head, “Your cookies are just so damn good!”

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formlesscopycat · 6 years

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If Nothing Lasts Forever

A Kuroko no Basuke fanfic. For AoKise day 2018.

Pairing: Aomine x Kise

Rating: T

Summary: Aomine’s plan for tonight is as easy just as it is simple: come down on one knee with a ring and get the boyfriend to say yes. Because after all that they’ve been through as a couple, where else could they be heading?

But just as he thinks that nothing could go wrong, well, he realizes in a rather awkward way that Kise had been right when he said this a few years back: "Nothing goes as planned in life, anyway."

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If nothing lasts forever, will you be my nothing?

-Anonymous

It has been agreed between Aomine and Kise that the 7th of May will be their ‘Together-Forever’ Couple Day.

Of course, it was Kise’s idea to have it celebrated every year, though Aomine finds it too childish and silly to be bothered by this made-up occasion. Yet he gives in to Kise’s wishes anyway, however preposterous he thinks this whole idea is, because he asserts that he’s the more loving and understanding boyfriend in this relationship. Aomine will fight tooth and nail with anyone who disagrees with that.

So Kise points out that this day will be something that’s exclusively theirs, not like Valentine’s or White Day where every couple on the planet will be fussing about. Naturally, it’ the 7th of May that he chooses, because he says it’ll be too easy to remember, the date simply being the numbers on their high school jerseys. He insists it’ll be a kind of homage to the sweet, innocent love that blossomed during their youth, specifically, during their high school days—that phase in their lives where they have lots of fond memories of: their first kiss, first real date, first bed scene, etc., etc.

And so, it became a yearly tradition that started a little after they decided to move in together under one roof. At the onset, they managed to spend their ‘couple day’ away from the hustle and bustle of Tokyo, somewhere distinctly peaceful and remote, but then, their careers have made it a lot less easier to take a day off so lately, they just end up spending the night at the comfort of their home sweet home. Kise always takes the cooking duties, they have dinner, they exchange gifts, they rewatch NBA games while having dessert then finally, they cap the night with a one-on-one match (the kind that involves a lot of moaning and grinding on their king-sized bed). Last year, they ended up doing it in the kitchen for lack of better judgement (probably because of the whiskey), and at its aftermath is a disgustingly terrible mess they’d rather not remember. Feeling more like animals after, both promised never to taint the kitchen again.

In all this, Aomine’s boyfriend assures him that he does not need to trouble himself so much over it—just a little ‘we’ time every year, a little celebration much like anniversaries for married couples, an opportunity to look back and look forward, while they’re taking their sweet time deciding what they really want for themselves.

In Aomine’s case, he’s always known what he wanted. It’s just like in a game of ball in which winning is the only acceptable outcome. And just like aiming a shot at the basket, everything comes down to the precision of timing.

All things considered, his gut feeling finally tells him that the right time has come.

So tonight, on their ‘Together-Forever Couple Day’, Aomine decides to break away from the usual tradition and go for something spectacular.

Tonight, it’ll be one for the books because Aomine will finally ask Kise, the love of his life, to marry him. Because where else could they be heading? He’s been head-over-heels in love with the blond since they were just sweaty, boisterous middle-schoolers and Aomine is 200 percent sure Kise feels the same way, if not, even more smitten by his boyfriend charms. True, they’re practically married now and quite satisfied with the way things are but Aomine, unbeknownst to many, is a man who puts value in life-long commitments. Yet more than anything, he is committed to go out of his way for his idiot of a boyfriend, who’s always up for whatever that’s romantic and cheesy and dorky, like walking down the aisle in front of close family and friends.

Funnily enough, he’s okay with all these stuff, too, as long as Kise is happy. With these thoughts, Aomine chuckles to himself, realizing how this relationship—this living together side by side, the looking out for each other--has dramatically changed his views over time.

There’s no elaborate plan in his head actually, no flowery speech prepared. He’ll just casually ask if Kise wants to get married, simple as that. After all, Kise understands that he’s not into cheap, sappy talks. Aomine imagines popping the question a little after dinner, the light of candles dancing on Kise’s amber eyes. Or maybe he’ll do it while they cuddle at the balcony under the starry skies. Yeah, he thinks Kise will surely love his second idea better.

Before he drives home from the police station, Aomine checks his phone in case there are some last minute requests from the blond. There’s a message with a single word on it: CAKE!

“Copy that, babe.” Aomine tells himself. Kise’s favorite sugar-free, gluten-free blueberry cheesecake has already been delivered by Murasakibara himself at the police station so Aomine can go straight home after his shift.

Before starting the car’s ignition, Aomine pulls out the ring that has been tucked in his pant pocket all day for one last look.

An easy grin spreads across his face. He’s feeling victorious already.

When Aomine enters their apartment, his mouth waters over the aroma of teriyaki rib eye steak. He finds Kise still in his apron, tending to the dinner table. Aomine is immediately on Kise’s side, puts the cake box on the table and wraps his tanned arms around his boyfriend’s waist, pulling him in for a quick kiss. Super delicious, he thinks mischievously.

“You’re quite early,” Kise hums, licking his bottom lip. “My truffle kamameshi isn’t ready yet.”

Aomine throws a sidelong glance at the dinner table that’s already teeming with food. “More to come? Looks like you’ve already cooked for the entire neighborhood,” he comments.

“That’s because I don’t want you starving in any way.” Kise explains, cupping his boyfriend’s face with both hands. He leans in for another kiss, which Aomine eagerly obliges.

“Alright, then... mmm,” Aomine tells him in between smooches. “I’ll shower first.”

“Great idea… mmm,” Kise agrees while he catches his breath, but he feels the pull of Aomine’s strong arms around him, locking him tight against the taller man’s chest.

“Why don’t you just join me in the bath?” Aomine suggested, his voice dropping into a seductive whisper, hinting that he’s not quite satisfied with a simple make-out session.

With that, Kise finds the resolve to pull away. “I’d love to, but I don’t want our food to be ruined. Other guilty pleasures can wait.” He winks at his boyfriend then takes a step back.

Damn this blond for always teasing him to death, Aomine’s inner self whines.

“Fine,” Aomine says, rolling his eyes as Kise shoos him away with a cheeky grin.

After he comes back from the shower casually dressed in a sweatshirt and jeans, Aomine notices that the ambiance is completely different from before; Kise is seriously outdoing himself tonight. Tiny candles lit the room, light and shadows dancing everywhere. There’s soft jazz music playing in the background and the smell of food a while back has been banished from the air by a gentle, flowery scent. It’s a fancy restaurant feel instead of just a simple dinner at their home and Aomine cheers inwardly for it seems like the stars are just perfectly aligning in his favor.

And there he is, his soon-to-be fiancé, one elbow on the table, one hand cradling his chin. A dreamy look is plastered on his model face, his bright, amber eyes stalking Aomine’s every move.

“What blondie, looks like you’re stripping me naked with your eyes. You could just ask and I’ll gladly drop all these fabric for you.” Aomine makes a gesture to raise his shirt which is just enough to show his well-toned abs.

“Quit making me wait and get your cute butt over here already.” Kise beckons him on to a nearby chair.

A staring contest commences between them as Kise pulls himself to sit up straighter, amber eyes gauging Aomine with intense curiosity.

“Daiki-cchi,” Kise purrs, his face breaking out into a rosy flush which Aomine finds too cute, but would rather not say out loud.

Just as the corners of his mouth turn up, Kise reaches out to hold onto one of Aomine’s hands.

“Daiki-cchi,” he fumbles and blushes some more, long eye lashes fluttering evocatively at the man in front of him.

“…There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask of you for a long, long time…” Kise begins, his hand tightening its grip on Aomine’s.

“We’ve been together for ages and I just can’t imagine myself living without you… and I know we’re fine just as we are right now…”

Both of Aomine’s eyebrows shoot upwards. If this speech is heading towards where he think it’s heading, he’s gonna stab himself with a chopstick.

“You’re the sole reason I wake up to every morning, you motivate me to believe in us, to always become a better version of myself for you…”

Holy fuck.

“You always light the fire in me, you are the joy of my life and I just want to share to the world how deep and limitless my love for you is…”

What is this idiot saying? Why is he doing this?

Kise must have noticed the strange expression on Aomine’s face that he momentarily stopped to ask, “Daiki-cchi, what’s wrong?”

“Ha---what?”

“You’re spacing out.”

“What? No! I just find this too awkward.”

“Awkward?”

“Oh shit,” Aomine mutters under his breath, quickly pulling back his hand to palm his face. So this is why the idiot is looking at him funny all evening, Aomine realizes, as he breaks eye contact with Kise. Unable to hold on much longer, he bursts out laughing.

“What’s so funny?” Kise appears baffled.

In between fits of laughter, his mind strategizes on how to better explain the situation to Kise. This sudden development in their couple day throws Aomine off-guard, his thoughts, a train wreck of ideas; while too busy collecting his thoughts, he doesn’t notice how Kise’s jaw had tensed, the pair of charming amber eyes ogling him all evening now narrowing into dangerous slits.

As he recovers, Aomine blurts out with a shake of his head, “I just can’t believe this… Ryouta, are you gonna ask me to marry you just now?”

There is a pause, the inescapable calm before the storm. And Aomine is much too clueless to realize that it’s the stopgap before all hell breaks loose.

“How dare you!” Kise’s sharp, biting tone sounds like it can draw blood any moment.

“Er--what?”

Too angry and disappointed at his boyfriend’s reaction, Kise abruptly stands up that his chair fell backwards. He snarls, “And stop saying what, what, what like a fucking broken record!”

Before Aomine can realize what’s happening, Kise had grabbed something from his pocket—a small blue velvet box—and hurls it hard onto Aomine’s face, one of its corners hitting him squarely on the forehead before it lands to the floor.

“Ouch!” Aomine yelps in pain.

Chest suddenly all too heavy, Kise lets out a deep breath but it doesn’t stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks at once. He’s rehearsed this speech in front of the mirror for so many times, he’s sure he can recite it in his sleep, and yet, this stupid idiot just laughs it all off in his face. Since he bought the ring a couple of months ago, his daydreams have always been filled with Aomine finally saying yes. In Kise’s vision, it’s always full of fireworks and singing choir of cherubs. He’s pictured a bit of crying, but only of happy tears. More than anything, he’s always believed that he knew Aomine too well, that the two of them are always looking at the same direction, longing for the same things.

Never, in his wildest visions, had Kise imagined Aomine turning him down and humiliating him like this.

“Yes, Ahomine! And I totally regret now that I even thought of it! You’re such an ass!” Kise explodes, hands balled into tight fists at his sides.

"Ryouta, this is not--"

"Will you just stop interrupting me for once?!"

Aomine is rendered silent.

“You could’ve just told me gently that it’s not what you want and I’ll understand.” Kise’s voice trembles as he speaks. Hearing himself say it out loud in admission sends all of his hopes and dreams burning into ashes.

Shell-shocked to react and sort his emotions too soon, the next few moments came to Aomine in a blur, the only thing that registers is the slamming of the door as Kise locked himself in their bedroom.

How everything came down from good to bad to worse within a matter of minutes is beyond Aomine, and he still reels from the impact of what just happened as he pounds hard on the bedroom door.

“Open this stupid door and let me explain!”

No answer.

“Ryouta!”

Still no response.

Aomine calls again, softly this time. “Let me talk to you. Please.” If only the door could speak, it would surely be complaining now.

With a heavy sigh, Aomine gives up. Based on experience, it’s always for the better if he just allow Kise to blow off steam before they get into the talk. Besides, he could use the time to contemplate his next move, think about what he’s supposed to say and salvage what’s left of this evening.

As he goes back to the empty dining room, Aomine sees the small box on the floor and not very far from it, is the engagement ring Kise was supposed to give him. He picks the ring up, thumbs through it and can’t help but admire the design that Kise has chosen: tiny infinity symbols held by two sleek parallel bands circle around the ring’s golden surface. Aomine puts it on his left ring finger and his heart squeezes. If only he can turn back time and undo his stupid antics.

I just want to share to the world how deep and limitless my love for you is…

Kise’s words pound on Aomine’s head, taking him back to the first time he’s laid his eyes on the blond during their Teiko days. Aomine remembers the sudden attraction, the inexplicable pull he felt for Kise, as the model walks around the school, glazed-eye with boredom (which Aomine initially mistakes as an air of superiority), students fawning over him wherever corner he goes. And Aomine can’t believe he’s waited for a full academic year to pass by before he does something to catch Kise’s attention by hitting the back of the model’s head with a ball. Back then, Aomine thought it was just some stupid crush. He’s certain he’d eventually outgrow it in high school since they’re not attending the same academy anymore, but as the cliché goes, absence just makes the heart grow fonder. And the journey from there to now has always been paved with ups and downs, thorns and roses, but they somehow made it through. They just fucking complement each other beyond their understanding and it’s what makes them stronger as a couple.

Aomine ponders these and feels that the ball is in his court now to straighten things up between him and Kise. After all, the night is young and who says he can’t pull up a sweet surprise of his own? He’s the better boyfriend after all, and the only one who can beat him is…

He remembers something before he goes to search for the spare key to their bedroom.

The lock clicks. Aomine swings the door open and finds Kise sitting on the edge of the bed, his back turned on him.

“Go away, I don’t want to talk!” Kise snaps without turning around, the edge on his voice still as sharp as a Samurai sword.

Aomine pads across the room and sits close beside Kise, but he dared not touch him just yet. After a few seconds, he breathes out, “I’m sorry.”

Kise’s eyes and nose were red from crying when he turns to face Aomine; instantly, the latter feels guilt chew on his guts.

“Don’t be. And you don’t have to tell me now that you want us to get married just because you feel guilty. I can take it. At least, you’re being honest with me.”

“But I still want us to get married,” Aomine replies.

“C’mon,” Kise scoffs, with a roll of his eyes. “Too late now.”

To Kise’s surprise, Aomine hands him a battered notebook that’s already been opened to a particular page.

“What’s this?” Kise inquires, screwing up his face as he peers down on the object that Aomine puts in his hands.

“My journal back in middle school.” Aomine explains, a blush spreading on his tanned cheeks. “Read it. Right here.” He points to a particular section of the already yellowed page.

Kise knows that Aomine has this strange habit of documenting his life in a journal. Though he’s dying to snoop on his stuff, Kise never touches them, out of respect for his partner, and he never knew that Aomine is still keeping his old journals in their house. Grudgingly, he skims through the page and reads.

June 22, xxxx

I got an F in Chemistry. Of course, I’m not surprised. Who needs chemical bonds in their life, anyway?

---

Kise makes first string in just two weeks and keeps pestering me for a one-on-one everyday. The baka thinks he can win against me but I put him in his rightful place. All the damn time. Today, I said no, just so I could see him whine. He’s actually cute when he’s begging, putting on those stupid pout and puppy eyes.

Someday, I hope I won’t beg him just as hard, when I ask him to finally marry me or something.

---

All thought processes suddenly derailed, Kise’s jaw drops to the floor. Putting the journal aside, he turns to Aomine and sees him quite red on the face, his dark blue eyes, intent and unwavering upon him.

“It’s what I’ve always wanted, too.” Aomine says.

Not a word but an audible gasp had escaped from Kise’s lips as Aomine drops to the floor on one knee right in front of him.

“I hope you don’t have a change of heart about wanting to marry me because if you do, I won’t accept it. I’ll ask and beg and pester you until you say yes.”

Aomine pulls out the white-gold ring, adorned with three tiny blue diamonds, that he’s especially picked out for his boyfriend for this exact moment.

“Marry me, Kise Ryouta.”

“You’re proposing to me, too, Daiki-cchi?” Kise’s amber eyes widen in disbelief, his gaze shifting from the ring to the blue orbs in Aomine’s eyes.

Aomine confirms this with a nod. “I know it’s crazy…but yes, it’s part of my plans tonight.”

Slowly, slowly it sinks in. Kise has long since given up hope that Aomine will ever ask and right now, his brain still screams surreal despite seeing Aomine down on one knee, holding out an actual ring. An exhilarating wave of excitement overwhelms Kise and it feels as if time stopped and the world has tilted over its axis. Finally hearing the words he’s been dying to hear his whole life, all of Kise goes still, save only for the erratic beating of his heart.

His boyfriend peers at him expectantly. “Are you gonna say yes or are you gonna say yes?”

A smile with the light of a thousand stars brightens up Kise’s face as he exclaims, “Yes! Yes, of course, I’ll marry you, Ahomine!”

On cue, Aomine takes Kise’s left hand and gently slides the engagement ring into his slender finger. A satisfied smile pulls up on the corners of Aomine’s mouth as he sees that it’s a perfect fit. His heart skips a beat, too, when he looks up and catches the priceless expression on his fiancé’s beautiful face, blushing and tearful and smiling.

“Oh my god!” Kise squeals, cupping his face with both hands, as he notices the other ring already in place around Aomine’s finger. “This is so unbelievable!”

“Yeah, beats me.” Aomine chortles, as he raises his own hand to let Kise have a closer look.

“But I should be the groom, I asked you first.”

“Huh? I remembered you throwing the ring, but I didn’t recall you asking. I was told, I’m an ass, though.”

“Shut it, Aho, that was all your fault!”

With his trademark smirk, Aomine stands up and wraps Kise in a tight embrace, pushing the blond down against the bed, right underneath him. And like he usually does, Aomine closes his eyes just as he closes the gap between his and Kise’s lips, feeling the moment, feeling his heart make a sprint, like it wishes to burst at the seams. He deepens the kiss, slowly, with increasing pressure, as he feels Kise’s fingers curl on a fistful of hair at the back of his head, the other hand, warm and soothing just below his jawline.

When they pulled apart breathless, Aomine finds it a glorious sight, Kise’s face all flushed and full of joy, and this brings so much warmth to his heart as well.

“I love you so much, Ahomine.” And Kise’s voice as he says this is a rich melody in Aomine’s ears.

“And I do, too, Ryoutaho” he responds, as he trails Kise’s neck with tiny butterfly kisses, eliciting a moan from the blond.

Just then, they both hear Aomine’s stomach growl in hunger.

“Ah,” Aomine says, as he tries to veer away from the embarrassing interruption, “I need to eat first before I eat you.”

Kise giggles. “Agree. Guilty pleasures can wait.”

And with that, Kise lets Aomine pull him back up from the bed, towards the dining room where a feast has been eagerly waiting for them all night.

-END-

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If you survive First Impressions, you’re good to go.

Peter first met his daddy’s new friend when he accidentally crashed his motorbike into a wall.

In all fairness, a little bit of that might have been his fault. He’d been running down the road to try and chase after the important papers he and his daddy had been working on together, and might not have been looking exactly where he’d been going as he neared the corner of the street. It was a quiet road, though! There weren’t usually bikes or cars or anything!

The first thing Peter thought when he saw the bike veering around the bend and straight toward Peter was ‘my daddy’s going to kill me if he finds out I didn’t follow all his rules about being safe on the roads’. The second, of course, was ‘this isn’t going to go well for me’ and then, finally, the third; ‘hm- I didn’t know bikes could turn that quickly.’

He watched, mildly curious, as there was a muffled yell through the helmet and then a sudden, loud scratching noise as the person slammed on the brakes and spun the bike around. Peter was close enough to get a few bits of gravel in his face, and he winced, shutting his eyes against the sharp bits of rock that flew off the road. He heard the bike continue to rev wildly, before there was an ominous crunching noise and the sound of tyres skidding over concrete.

Whoops. His daddy really was going to kill him.

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Opening his eyes slowly, he turned around and focused in on the bike that was now horizontal against the sidewalk. There was a man lying there, too- turning slowly and with a loud groan, until he was facing Peter. His eyes locked in, and then shut for a second, clenched in what looked like pain as he pulled his leg from underneath the bike. There was quite a big cut on his face, and blood was falling across his forehead. Peter felt the panic and guilt begin to curl around his stomach- he hoped the man wasn’t too hurt, Peter hadn’t meant to do that, he hadn’t even heard it coming around the corner-

“hey, hey, kid- don’t cry, it’s alright, I’m alright. Look- my name’s Steve, okay-”

“Steve?” Peter asked in shock, taking in the bike and the blonde hair and the blue eyes and all the things his daddy had used to describe his new friend. “You’re... you’re daddy’s Steve?”

The man froze, and then his eyes widened even further. “Oh, fuck- you’re Peter? You’re- oh, God, I nearly ran over Tony’s son, oh my God, I am so getting dumped-”

“You’re daddy’s Steve!” Peter said, slightly hysterical as he stumbled forward, “oh no, I nearly killed daddy’s Steve!”

“He’s going to murder me-”

“PETER?” Came his daddy’s voice, drifting down the road.

Peter turned to Steve, and he guessed their faces probably matched up as they both gaped at eachother.

“Oh, fuck,” they both said at the same time, before Steve scrambled unsteadily to his feet and Peter tumbled the rest of the way over to him. The man’s hands touched down lightly on his shoulders, and he leaned over, looking down in worry. “You’re not hurt, right? I didn’t catch you at all?”

Peter shook his head, worrying at his lip. “You are, though. I’m so sorry, Mr Steve, I just wanted to get my paper, it blew off in the wind and I didn’t think-” he felt the tears begin to spring up behind his eyes and he coughed a little. This was all his fault- they’d been supposed to be all going out today for the first time and Peter had been so excited, he’d put on his nicest clothes and everything and now it was all going to be ruined-

“Hey, hey, none of that, Peter, it’s alright, I- come here,” Steve knelt down and tugged him gently into his arms, awkwardly embracing him as Peter’s lip wobbled. His own little arms came up and curled around Steve’s back as best they could, although they didn’t reach fully- Steve was really big. “It’s alright, I’m not too bad- although you really shouldn’t be running into roads without looking where you’re going, paper or not.”

There was the distant sound of footsteps walking down the road, and when Daddy called his name again, it was more of a shriek than anything. Peter wriggled out of Steve’s hold and then turned around, spotting him as he stared, stock still on the other side of the road. The mangled bike that was less than five feet from him probably didn’t help much.

“WHAT THE FUCK,” Tony screamed, hand flying to his mouth as he raced forward, “PETER!”

“He’s okay, Tony, he’s fine!” Steve told him hurriedly, as Tony threw himself to his knees and grabbed Peter tightly, wide eyes and shaking hands scanning him in panic, “he was just- I just went too fast ‘round the bend and fell off. He didn’t have anything to-”

“It wasn’t his fault,” Peter blurted, because he might only have been 7, but he wasn’t a coward, and it wasn’t fair to let Steve take the blame, “I was in the road and I shouldn’t have been and I’m sorry! I didn’t see his bike and I didn’t mean to do any of it and I’ve ruined the day now-”

His face crumpled and he buried his head into daddy’s shoulder, letting the tears fall down his cheeks as he gripped hold of his daddy’s jacket.

“Peter-” Tony cut himself off in exasperation, his own arms clutching tight around Peter’s skinny shoulders, “what have I told you about not looking where you’re going. You could’ve been run over! Oh God- Steve, are you okay-”

“I’ll be fine,” he heard Steve’s reply, and daddy shifted above him, one of his arms leaving Peter’s shoulders and stretching forward, reaching out for Steve, “just banged my head up a little. Think the bike’s seen better days though.”

“Jesus- fuck, Peter, you are in so much trouble,” his daddy hissed, releasing Peter for a moment and looking at him seriously, before pulling him back in a second later.

“Sorry,” Peter mumbled, thumb going nervously into his mouth.

“Yeah, you should be! Look what happened to Steve’s bike- look what happened to him! Don’t ever walk into roads like that again, do you understand? Not for anything- not papers or animals or anything in the entire world, none of it is worth putting yourself in danger for.”

Peter just nodded miserably, and daddy sighed, before kissing his head a little more gently this time. “Come on- Steve, God, I’m so sorry, I’ll pay for the bike, we should probably get you to the hospital-”

“No no, seriously, there’s no need,” and when Daddy let go of Peter, it was in order to reach out for Steve once more and tug him closer, hands fisting around the collar of Steve’s jacket worriedly, “I’ve had way worse. Think all I got is a scraped butt and a sore head,” he said with a smile and shrug.

Daddy scoffed, and his face looked all sad and worried as he traced the edges of Steve’s cut with his fingertips. “No way. We’re going to hospital.”

“Tony,” Steve sounded fond, if a little exasperated, and he grabbed for daddy’s hand, stilling its worried hovering, “honestly, all I need is to get it cleaned. I was going slow around the bend anyway, and my leather jacket took most of the impact. It’s fine, I swear. I’m sure Peter has some cool plasters I can slap on.”

There was a long silence, filled only with Peter’s sniffing. Eventually, daddy sagged, one hand still wrapped protectively around Peter’s shoulders whilst the other pressed into Steve’s face. “Are you really sure-”

“Positive,” Steve grinned, looking down to Peter and raising an eyebrow, “I want to spend this day doing what I came for in the first place.” He stuck out a hand toward Peter and his eyes sparkled as he said “bit of a funny way to meet someone for the first time, I’ll admit- but my name’s Steve Rogers. I’m your dad’s- uh-”

“you know what a boyfriend is, don’t you Peter?” Daddy said, poking him in the ribs and then jerking his head over to Steve, “well that’s mine.”

Peter stopped, his eyes widening. “That’s your boyfriend?” He asked in shock.

Daddy’s eyes flickered back to Steve for a moment, before smiling and nodding. “Yep. And right now he’s hurt pretty bad, so we’re gonna go inside and you’re gonna get him your special plasters, alright? And we’ll fix him up and you’ll tell him how very very very sorry you are for being so silly. Capiche?”

Peter looked over to Steve one last time, before nodding enthusiastically. “I’ll go get ‘em, I’ll go get ‘em right now!” He pulled away from his daddy’s hands, straightening his shirt as he began to scramble back to the house.

Behind him, he saw Daddy reach over to Steve again, pulling the big man into a tight hug and even kissing him on the cheek. Peter had never seen Daddy kiss anyone other than Peter before- it must be really serious.

Peter sped up down the road. He didn’t want Daddy’s new boyfriend to bleed out because of him, after all.

When he bounced back down the stairs, the box of plasters clutched tightly between his fingers, he saw Daddy standing between Steve’s legs as he swung them off the side of their kitchen table. He was smiling a really big smile, and when he laughed Peter could see all his teeth. He seemed real happy.

“Daddy!” He yelled, jumping to a stop next to his leg and tugging on the material, “I got them plasters for Steve!”

“’Those’, Peter- it’s ‘those plasters’,” his daddy said softly, crouching down and taking them from Peter’s hands before turning to look at him, the smile leaving his face and being replaced with the one that Peter usually got when he’d done something bad. Immediately, Peter dropped his head, knowing what was coming.

“Now Peter, I think you’ve got something to say to Steve?” He asked.

Peter nodded sombrely. “I- I’m really really sorry Mr Steve. I shouldn’t have run into the road. I’m sorry your bike got mashed and your head got hurt.” He looked up, a little hopeful as he pointed at his daddy’s hands, “but I got plasters!”

Daddy huffed, shaking his head and smiling, just a tiny little bit. “Promise me you’ll never ever do that again?” He grabbed Peter by the shoulders and squeezed, eyes turning serious once more.

Peter raised his fist, holding out his thumb in front of him. “Promise on my bestest engineer’s thumb,” He assured, just like in the way Daddy always did for him when he needed to be doubly sure that he’d do something.

Daddy laughed a little, and then he lifted his own thumb, pressing it against Peter’s for a moment. “You’re not even an engineer yet, buddy,” he said with a raised eyebrow, “but I’ll take it.”

When Daddy stood back up again, Peter noticed that Steve had been staring at them both with a weird sort of look on his face. His eyes were all soft and he was smiling at Daddy as if he was the bestest thing in the whole world. Which he was- but usually there weren’t any other people who saw that.

“Here, Peter, come on up,” Daddy’s hands hooked under Peter’s armpits and heaved him up, resting him against his hip and then handing him the box of plasters again, “I’ve cleaned him all up and taken the dirt off, and you can finish the job, alright? You gotta put that plaster right across Steve’s cut, just there.” He pointed a finger up at the red line running just above Steve’s eyebrow.

Peter nodded seriously, and took the plasters from Daddy’s hands. “I’ll do the best job ever,” he told Steve adamantly, “don’t worry. Daddy says I got steady hands.”

“Well, if your Daddy says so-” Steve broke away, looking up at Daddy and smiling, “you go right ahead, Doctor Stark.”

Peter carefully and delicately took out the plaster- even using his very last and most favourite robot-patterned one- and then pressed it on to Steve’s forehead with his little fingers. Steve didn’t even flinch, so Peter counted it as a success.

“There we go, you’re all better now,” Peter told him, and Daddy laughed, kissing him on the temple before letting him down again.

“Good job, Petey,” Daddy ruffled his hair and then turned back to Steve, leaning up to his tippy toes in order to kiss the robot plaster on Steve’s forehead. “You feel better for that?”

“Oh, much, thank you Peter,” Steve nodded, jumping off the table. When they were both stood together, Peter really saw how big Steve was- even taller than Daddy, by at least a whole head.

Peter watched as Steve slowly linked their hands together and smiled, looking a little nervous. “Sorry for such a bad first meeting,” he said, biting his lip.

“Oh, God, Steve, it’s really not your fault,” daddy waved him off and leaned in a little further into Steve’s side, “I’m just- God, I’m just glad it was you on that bike and not someone else. They might not have...” He shuddered, and Peter watched Steve gently take Daddy’s face in his big hands and press a kiss softly into his forehead.

Peter had never seen Daddy like this before. Not even with Uncle Rhodey. All the kissing and stuff... it was weird.

“Hey, no harm no foul, right?” Steve said, before sliding his hand through Daddy’s hair and then letting it rest at the back of his neck. “Peter’s learned a valuable lesson today- and we still got the rest of the afternoon left! How about we forge ahead, huh?” He turned to Peter, crouching down on his legs and wiggling his eyebrows, making Peter giggle, “wha’dd’ya say, kiddo- wanna go to the park with me and your dad? We can get to know eachother properly. I’d like that.”

Peter beamed, nodding his head quickly. “I’d like that too Mr Steve!”

The big man laughed, shaking his head. “Just Steve is fine, Peter. So- shall we get going now, then? Don’t want to waste any more time.”

Peter bounced happily, turning to his Daddy and pulling on his arms a few times. “Okay, okay- I’ll go and get all my stuff ready- don’t go anywhere without me alright?”

Daddy laughed, ruffling his hair and then letting his thumb trail across Peter’s cheek. “We won’t, don’t worry.” He turned back to Steve one last time, cocking his head a little and tracing his finger across the now-plastered mark on Steve’s head. He was leaning his body into Steve’s chest and the man’s arms were wrapped securely around Daddy’s waist. “You sure you’re definitely alright?” He asked softly.

Steve nodded, kissing Daddy’s nose this time (weird), and that was the last thing Peter saw before he turned on his heel and scrambled up the stairs to prepare for their outing.

He wanted to make sure Steve left thinking Peter was the bestest, greatest boy ever.

Peter felt Daddy’s arms carrying him- the rhythmic bump as they walked down the street giving it away easily.

Huh. He must have dozed off on the picnic blanket at some point. It looked dark now, anyway, and Peter had had a long day.

Turns out, Steve was awesome. Peter loved Steve. Peter wanted Steve to stay for ever and ever and ever. He wondered if Daddy was going to marry him.

He hoped so. He’d ask about it later.

Over his head, he could hear Daddy talking in soft tones, laughing delicately at something Peter hadn’t heard and then sighing happily. It had been a while since Peter had heard Daddy laugh this much. Which was another good thing about Steve- he made Daddy laugh. Made him happier.

“Listen, you’re seriously saying if you could have any superpower- literally any single ability in the entire universe that you could dare fathom- you’d pick.... strength?”

“Superstrength,” Steve corrected, and Peter felt the little nudge as Steve bumped their shoulders together, “and hey, it’s not like you’re is any better Stark- flight is as basic as it comes.”

“Yeah, but with my genius, it would be a lethal combination, come on, look at this tactically,”

“I am looking at this tactically- superstrength would be the most convenient and easiest for everyday usage- what the hell are you gonna use flight for-”

“uhhh, getting literally anywhere? Avoiding the mayhem that is rush-hour traffic? Never having to deal with Peter moaning in the backseat about how we haven’t moved in 2 hours. I could just drop him if he annoys me.”

Peter wanted to roll his eyes. As if Daddy would ever do that- he didn’t like it when Peter fell over his own feet, never mind a hundred feet of air.

It seemed Steve seemed to think the same way, too, because he audibly scoffed. “Alright then, Tony, whatever you say.”

“Damn right whatever I say.”

There was a silence for about ten steps, and Peter was about to drift off again when he heard Steve said “I...I had a great time today, Tony.”

Above him, daddy laughed. “Yeah, I’m sure crashing your incredibly expensive bike into the wall because of my reckless son is your idea of a great time.”

“No, I’m serious,” and suddenly Peter found the bumping had stopped, and realised they must have stopped moving, “bike and all. It was fun. Peter’s amazing, you’re amazing- it was really...it was really lovely.”

Peter didn’t open his eyes, but he felt the thump in daddy’s chest speed up a little, and he knew from all the science books that that meant he was excited. Or maybe nervous. “Really? It wasn’t... not too much, then? Because I know Peter can be a handful- hell, you saw that from the first moment- and obviously, I’m kinda dysfunctional on a good day and I mean I do understand if-”

“Tony,” something stepped forward and blocked the remaining light out from Peter’s closed eyes- and he opened them, just a crack, to see Steve’s chest about an inch from his own nose. “Tony, I love you. You know that. We agreed that I’d meet Peter only when we were really serious about this, and I’m not backing out now. I meant it when I said I was in it for the long haul. And even if your son did nearly kill me today- well- life’s no fun without a little bit of danger thrown in, right?” Steve laughed softly, and his hand went up to cup around Daddy’s face. They kissed again- and this one was longer. Looked kinda wet. Peter winkled his nose and shut his eyes again, because ew.

Eventually when they broke off, he felt Daddy nod. “I- I’m glad. I really- yeah. Glad.”

“You were really nervous about today, weren’t you?” Steve asked, and again Peter felt Daddy’s little huff of air as it slipped through his teeth.

“God, you have no idea. I thought it was blown as soon as I saw your bike, to be honest. No sane person would’ve stuck around after that.”

Steve laughed. “You don’t think some silly little motorcycle crash could get rid’a me, do you sweetheart?” The sound of another kiss, and then “I’m a little more durable than that. And Peter apologised, I got a great sticker outta it- I feel like it all worked out for the best.”

They began walking once more, only for a few seconds before stopping. Peter cracked one eye open and found himself looking at their car- the only one left in the parking lot by this point. Steve opened the back door and Daddy bent down, placing Peter in the booster and doing up his belt whilst Peter sagged tiredly against the edges. When he was done, he felt daddy’s hand stroke down his face for a moment. Peter fluttered his eyes open in time to watch as Daddy’s fingers pressed against his mouth and then moved to push on Peter’s forehead. “Love you,” he said quietly.

“Love you too,” Peter answered, and Daddy smiled before ducking back out of the car and pushing the door shut.

Steve slipped into the passenger seat whilst Daddy went in the driver’s and they were just about to pull out when suddenly Daddy did a little jerk. “Oh- crap- my phone! I left it by the goddamn tree, oh- just give me a moment Steve, I just need to-”

“Yeah, that’s fine- I’ll wait with Peter,” Steve said.

“Lifesaver!” Daddy called out, before hurrying back out of the door and shutting it quickly. Peter watched him start to jog back into the park, before turning over to Steve once he lost him around the corner.

Steve shuffled so that he was facing Peter as best he could, and grinned. “You had fun today?” He asked.

“Are you staying?” Peter ignored Steve’s question in order to ask what he thought was the more important one, and Steve’s eyebrows rose a lot, but he didn’t say anything, so Peter repeated the question. “Are you staying with Daddy or are you going to leave?”

Steve sputtered a little, and then looked down. “I- I’m staying. For as long as he’ll let me,” he said quietly.

Peter paused, before nodding. “Good,” he said firmly. “Daddy likes you a lot. He talked about you all the time at home. And he’s happy with you. He’s not happy around a lot of people, ‘cause they always leave him when they meet me so he doesn’t like talking to ‘em.”

Steve frowned, and nodded solemnly. “I want your dad to be as happy as possible, don’t worry.”

Peter yawned. “you better,” he said through his hand, “I might like you, but I love my daddy. You better not make him sad like some people do. Or I’ll- I’ll-”

He briefly debated what to say, before settling with “I’ll get real mad.” That sounded threatening enough.

Steve huffed. “Never thought I’d be getting a shovel talk off a seven year old, but here I am,” he muttered as he ran a hand through his hair. “Don’t worry Peter- I’d get real mad if anyone hurt your dad too. We can look after him together, yeah? You and me? That’ll be our job.”

Slowly, Peter nodded. That sounded like a good plan. He liked that. And Steve was big, too, which was easier for doing strong-people stuff. Peter could be the brains of the operation, and Steve the brawn.

“Alright. You can stay then,” Peter mumbled, letting his eyes slide shut again.

Somewhere in front of him, he heard Daddy as he jumped back into the car and greeted Steve once more with a kiss and a happy face- but Peter had slipped off into a proper sleep before he got to hear anything else, and if the weird kissing sounds were anything to go by, he was kind of grateful.

In his sleep, Peter dreamed about sunny days and Daddy’s laughter and Steve picking him up on his big shoulders, and he smiled.

Yeah. He could get used to that.

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underoossss · 7 years

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For the prompt thing could you do a tom blurb where he takes the reader on vacation to Disneyworld? Or Disneyland. Either one. 👌🏻

Sorry for taking so long, I’m a professional procrastinator sorry.

You had been looking forward to summer ending for more than a couple of months. Tom finally had a long break between films starting from the first week of September until mid-October and that free time obviously meant going on holidays. You had planned ahead with Harrison a trip to Orlando so that all of you could go to Disney World, Universal Studios, etc. It would be Tom, Haz, Harry, Sam and you on 7-day theme park filled vacation.

“Why are we wearing matching t-shirts again?” Harry asked looking down at the red, yellow and black Incredibles logo on his chest.

“Because we’re five people, four of which are children and we don’t want anyone getting lost.” You smiled throwing your backpack over your shoulder and feeling Tom’s hand slide into yours.

“Fair point,” Sam conceded fixing his sunglasses, “But why The Incredibles?”

“There are 5 Incredibles.” Haz explained. Him and Tom had agreed with you on wearing matching t-shirts and you got them made for the group.

“And the movie is great.” You added.

You walked towards the entrance and got in line so that your bracelets could be scanned. There weren’t that many people since summer was already over, so the line moved fairly quickly.

“Well, at least is only for today.” Harry shrugged as he scanned his bracelet and finally made it inside the park.

Tom and you shared a look, “Yeah, only for today.” You said at the same time.

Haz laughed at Harry’s face, “Wait, you got a t-shirt for every day?”

“They’re not all the same,” You said as you took some pictures with your phone, “We got Lion King themed for Animal Kingdom.”

“And Star Wars for Hollywood Studios, Mickey ones for Epcot-” Tom continued.

“And Hogwarts-themed for Universal Studios,” Haz finished before smirking, “Tom gets Hufflepuff.”

You laugh at Tom’s pout giving him a peck before all of you gathered in front of the Main Street train station for a picture. Tom and you stood on the edge of the garden on top of everyone else before all of you raised your hands up.

“Say we finally got some vacations!” You smiled.

“WE FINALLY GOT SOME VACATIONS!”

The Disney photographer let out a laugh before she took the picture and you thanked her as she handed you the Photopass card.

Tom took your hand again as you walked down Main Street, looking around as the boys uploaded videos and pictures to their Instagram stories. Tom kissed the back of your hand and you gazed back to him.

“I’m glad we finally get to do this,” He smiles at you as he pulls you closer, “This is perfect.”

You smile glancing towards the castle, it stood there shining with the bright sunlight. It had been more than ten years since the last time you came here and that feeling on your chest was still there. It was something so beautiful, magical for lack of a better word and now you were here with four people you love dearly, one of them being the love of your life. It made it even better.

“You’re right,” You sighed dreamily at the castle then looked back at him, “This is perfect.”

Tom and you dragged the rest of the group to the gift shops, getting silly hats you agreed to switch during the following days.

“Who says girls have to wear Minnie Mouse ears, I’m getting Mickey.” You smiled picking the classic black ears from where the hung.

“You’re right, I’m getting Minnie,” Tom said, “Can you curse in Disney World?”

“Probably, but not too loud. There are kids around.” You laughed shaking you head.

“Alright then, fuck gender roles!” Tom whisper shouted grabbing his ears too.

You brought them to the cashier where Haz queued with a Goofy hat. Sam came later on with a Stitch one and Harry with a Pluto cap perched on his head.

“How do I look?” He asked pushing one of the ears over his shoulder.

“You’re killing it, Harry.” You nodded appreciatively making the rest chuckle and agree with you.

So here you were, fifteen minutes later in front of Cinderella’s castle having the time of your life as all of you took pictures. Harry was the one taking most of them with his camera so you had no doubt they would be beautiful.

“Alright you two, time for your cheesy castle pictures.” Haz teased the both of you making your cheeks blush as Tom handed him his phone probably so he can take the pictures with it too.

Tom grabbed your waist pulling you closer and you could melt right there, not only because of the sun, but because of the loving gaze staring back at you. Bringing your hands around his neck, you pulled him in for a soft kiss that he returned in a second. A smile made its way to your lips and soon you were both smiling like idiots before breaking the kiss.

“Come on let’s take a fun one,” You smiled moving to stand behind him. Tom got your idea and bent his knees a little bit before you jumped, grabbing onto his shoulders and laughing as he picks you up easily. You leaned forward and kissed his cheek, “I love you.” You whispered in his ear. Tom looked up at you, his eyes squinting a little bit a the sun, “I love you more.”

The whole day was absolutely amazing, all of you laughed and had more fun than you had in the past months. You had watched the parades, you had ridden almost all the games and of course continued to take many pictures. Some little kids liked your t-shirts, so that was nice, and you were currently laughing while all of you made your way out of Splash Mountain.

“I hate the front row!” Sam complained but you could all tell he was fighting back a smile. You were all drenched from head to toes while you waited in line to get your pictures printed out.

“I told you not to seat there,” Harry laughed as he shook his hair getting droplets of water on all of us, “But you wanted to prove you were braver than all of us, so no complaints.” He concluded putting his Pluto hat back on.

You ran your hand through Tom’s hair that was slightly wet but not as much as your shorts or his jeans. Tom leaned his forehead against yours, “Are you having fun, my love?”

You closed your eyes, loving when he used that endearment. “The best time.” You nodded with a smile before leaning back and putting his Minnie ears back on.

Splash mountain had been refreshing for all of you, and perfect for the heat. Your clothes dried quickly after the Seven Dwarves ride and Space Mountain that left all Hollands with messy curls. It was easily the most endearing thing you had ever seen. All of you had danced with The Incredibles after being called forward by everyone who was already there and saw all of your t-shirts. It had actually been a lovely time that Tom and Haz had recorded immediately while they laughed.

“You told me once, that this was your favorite part when you came here as a kid,” Tom whispered as he held you close, your back pressed to his chest. His chin resting on your shoulder, “So I wanted us to have a perfect spot.”

All of you stood to the right of Walt Disney’s statue with a perfect view of the illuminated castle in front of you. You sighed in content as it changed from yellow to purple and snuggled closer to your boyfriend.

“You remembered,” You glanced to your side smiling.

“I remember everything about you, my love. Just as I will remember this moment and how beautiful you look smiling at me so wide. And how my heart feels like is about to burst.” You felt warmth spread on your cheeks under his loving brown eyes staring back at yours.

Bringing your hand to his cheek you leaned in for a soft kiss that left both of you a smiling mess.

“Thank you,” You whispered feeling a small knot on your throat, “For the best day anyone can ask for.”

You didn’t know a tear had slipped from your eye until Tom wiped it away softly, “Thank you for sharing it with me,” He smiled, “But I wouldn’t call it the best one yet, we have six more to go.”

You shook your head, giving him another kiss. “Maybe, but it won’t compare to this. I mean, look at this,” Your gaze moved to the castle that was pink this time, “Have you ever seen something so perfect?”

“No, never.” Tom murmured against your shoulder smiling. The lights suddenly dimmed as they announced that the fireworks were about to start so you looked at Tom excitedly. You blushed a darker shade of red as you noticed he wasn’t looking at the castle but was staring at you instead.

He smiled triumphantly, sending a wink your way before holding you closer and looking ahead.

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History of YOI fandom

As a YOI fandom grandparent, I felt it was my duty to write out all the fandom explosions for the newer fans who weren’t there to witness the big bang and gradual week-by-week creation of this universe. All the arguments, people blowing things out of proportion, blaming characters, death theories, awesome fans clearing up miscommunications, YOI breaking the internet...

This isn’t a post to call out specific people on their arguments and theories - I’ll stay respectfully away from restarting flames and picking fights, thankyouverymuch. Rather, this is an overview of the topics and conflicting views that swept across hundreds and thousands of people and prompted strong reactions. I’m doing this now, because I know that 6 months later, 1 year later, 3 years later, etc. there will be new fans who will have many of the same exact arguments. We’ve been there and done that. I see fans now who say things without knowing where the spelling/quote comes from, or who don’t realize how much has changed, or don’t know why there are certain perceptions of characters. So here’s a little bit of passing down history.

I also don’t want to forget the crazy ride this was. Laugh with me at the silly theories; smile with me at how deeply YOI has impacted our lives. For those of us old-timers, let’s take a trip down memory lane. Remember when...

---------------- (Large arguments will be italicized or bold. Special thanks to @sachiro for reminding me of a bunch of stuff I missed, and looking over the draft in its various stages of being written and edited.)

Pre-series

Idea that there would be a love triangle (Yuri P.--Yuri K.--Victor)

Some fans started spelling Yuri Katsuki with two “u” in order to tell them apart.

Victuri ship name created for Victor x Yuri K. (in a comment to the PV)

The title

“lol ‘Yuri’ on Ice? Where are all the lesbians?”

“When it said Yuri on Ice, I thought we would get girls. Y’know what I mean?”

“Yuri on Ice? More like Yaoi on Ice! amiright?”

etc.

J.J. misspelling (English spelling “Jean Jack” instead of French Canadian “Jean-Jacques”)

you can see the remnants of this in the audience banners during the episodes, but it was corrected to “Jean-Jacques” on the official website and the in-show text

Phichit x Seung-gil ship created (there was more art for this than for Victor x Yuuri)

Episode 1

Victor vs. Viktor spelling arguments

Although “Victor” is the official spelling and seen in-show, people argued that the creators are wrong and that we fans know better than them about Russian culture - thus the “Viktor” spelling was born.

People argued back that spelling is subjective and you can spell a name multiple ways and still be correct - thus transliterating his Russian name into English as “Victor” would be just as acceptable.

The YOI wiki held fast for a time on using official spellings and information from the official website, but the transition of power led to a new team that started using agreed-upon info rather than solely using official info. “Viktor” replaced “Victor” on the website.

this change from “Victor” to “Viktor” on the wiki happened around episode 2~3, but the arguments were in the page comments since episode 1 -- with moderators explaining their reasoning with sticking to official sources.

Victor is a flirtatious over-the-top character who will seduce Yuuri

Victor is the overwhelming seme and Yuuri is the shy whimpering uke.

People dropping the anime because Yuuri is overweight; people commenting that they don’t want to see an overweight main character

in addition, some people dropping YOI due to feeling that the series was “fat shaming” by using Yuuri’s weight as a point of comedy.

Conversely, some people praising that we have a main character that gains weight and actually has an overweight appearance.

“Japanese Yuri” &“Russian Yuri” or “Yuri K.” &“Yuri P.” were used to differentiate between the two characters since they shared the same official English spelling “Yuri”.

Starting with ep1, “Yuuri” spelled with two “u” became more widespread due to convenience when typing.

Japanese fandom simply used kanji for Yuri Katsuki and katakana for Yuri Plisetsky.

Some fans argue that Yuuri is more correct because in Japanese his name is ゆうり(yu-u-ri). Other fans argue that “Yuri” is still acceptable transliteration because there are multiple spelling systems (Hepburn, etc.) and an alternative correct spelling would be with a macron (Yūri).

Fans point out that Yuri’s name would be spelled “Yuri” in official documents anyway due to lack of macrons on many keyboards.

Spoilers for episodes 1-3 were out because of the two Western fans who witnessed the first three episodes of YOI in a Tokyo preview screening.

fans relied on a certain blogger for info on YOI.

“WHERE DID YOU SEE EPISODES 2&3???” was asked every 5-10 minutes (literally) and became an inside joke with us old-timers.

Yuuri = Yuzuru Hanyu, Victor = Evgeni Plushenko.

Some fans link characters with real-life skaters to encourage anime fans to watch real skating.

Some fans saw these as one-to-one connections without considering that characters are a mix of various real-life skaters, and then went onto YouTube videos and spammed about “real-life Yuuri.”

YOI fans being rude to skaters and sending emails to ship these real-life skaters (emails sent even to skaters who are married with kids)

Amazing researching fans:

find Victor’s apartment and the beach from the ending credits Instagram roll.

Love hotel

Makkachin’s name found in magazine Yuko was holding

speculation starts on what “Makkachin” means and how it should be transliterated (Makkatine, Mocatine, Makkatin, etc.)

Comparisons of Yuuri to the main character from Parasyte due to similar appearances (Tadashi Hiramatsu, the character designer who adapted Kubo-sensei’s initial designs for animating, was the main character designer for Parasyte).

Speculation on the year in-series starts.

Yoyogi for Worlds doesn’t match with Sochi as the GPF location.

Yuuri’s iPhone model is seen as a clue.

“Yuri on Ice” trends for 6 days on Tumblr

Episode 2

Victor is manipulative:

He’s a playboy and flirting all the time

In episode 1 Minako mentions that he is desired by millions.

His wink in episode 1 shows that he casually flirts with fans.

He will break Yuuri’s heart. He came to romance Yuuri, then drop him later.

He’s already pushing into Yuuri’s space with the chin-touching. That MUST mean he’s suave and planning to seduce and drop him.

“Victor calling him ‘piglet’ is so mean!” -- an extension to the fat shaming debate of episode 1.

Yakov’s angry comment to the press = more fodder about Victor being selfish and only there in Hasetsu for his own pleasure.

Victor is horrible because he broke his promise to Yurio x-number of years ago.

All of his happy smiles are a facade and he can’t actually be that nice.

Counterarguments to trust the creators and wait to see more about these characters because it’s only been 2 episodes.

Koibito translation nitpicking (it’s not “girlfriend,” Victor is saying “lover.” It’s a gender-neutral term.)

people calling this queerbaiting

“It can’t get any gayer!” line starts to make its appearance.

Ship name “Victuri” cemented. “Victuri sounds like victory!”

Arguments about spelling it “victuuri,” because of the trend with spelling Yuri K.’s name as Yuuri to differentiate the two Yuri’s.

Counterarguments that “Victurio” would be for Yuri Plisetsky, so therefore “Victuri” would be fine for Yuri Katsuki.

Evgenia Medvedeva starts watching around this time and posts comments on her twitter account.

The livestreaming IRC group is started. There were about 15 people tuning in (this grows to the hundreds by the last episode).

Mira makes her appearance (more of an appearance than the brief flash in ep1). Her name isn’t announced yet so some people nickname her “Natasha” (after the Marvel comics character Natasha Romanova/Black Widow)

Episode 3

Yurio was robbed.

and all the counterarguments against this.

score calculating posts begin to show up.

“Victor is manipulative” evolves into “Victor is evil”

“he didn’t keep his promise to Yurio”

people ignoring that he actually did keep his promise to choreograph a program

Eros story Yuuri tells Nishigori = parallel to how Victor will abandon Yuuri in the end. Victor is the evil playboy, confirmed!

People fighting this with meta about how Yuuri is the seductress keeping the playboy, and this was all Yuuri’s interpretation -- Victor may have had another story in mind and we’ll never know what it was. (<---until episode 10)

He forgot Onsen on Ice was about the competition and was there playing around as Hasetsu ambassador. He doesn’t REALLY care about the two Yuri’s.

“he didn’t notice when Yurio left and was having the time of his life with Yuuri on the podium”

Victor’s super-serious expression when Yuuri hugged him means he doesn’t care.

“Make a man pregnant” - the start of the ABO fic influx

“Katsudon ga daisuki da yo” is how we say “I love you” in YOI.

Boyfriend shirt has taken on a new level: boyfriend costume.

Yuuri and genderfluidity

quite a few fics were spawned from this topic too

YOI is not yaoi - how genre is not the same as tags. Posts clarifying what yaoi actually is and why Yuri on Ice doesn’t fit that genre at all.

Yuuri getting more confident by episode 3 already - initiating hugs and contact with Victor. “How much more gay can we get!? They already said ‘I love you’!”

Fanfic explosion

due to Victor’s character being slightly more fleshed out, and the relationship between characters becoming more established

Top!Yuuri starts to make appearances

Going in blind to the episodes from here-on-out because the fan report from the screening was only through episode 3.

Real life skaters are noticing and posting on social media about YOI.

Evgenia Medvedeva, Denis Ten, Deniss Vasiļjevs & Stéphane Lambiel, Ashley Wagner, Danny O’Shea and many others from here on.

Masterpost soon created to document all these skaters.

Kubo-sensei tweets about episode 4 being her favorite

Episode 4

Victor has cancer/is dying.

He was so dramatic and playful when he joked about balding. That means he’s hiding something. Balding = cancer. Therefore Victor is dying! (Note that cancer doesn’t cause balding, although it’s treatment with chemotherapy does.)

Victor being that out of breath must mean something is wrong.

Victor’s comment about injuries =

he’s hurt but hiding it

we can expect someone to be injured later

Rise of fanfiction featuring Victor with large past injuries he’s kept hidden.

Celestino getting annoyed at Victor = more fodder for Victor being evil.

No coach likes him - that means he must be untrustworthy and there must be something that he’s hiding that we don’t know yet.

The Old Man in the onsen becomes a fandom celebrity for a while (captain of the ship)

Victor’s comment on Yuuri’s stamina = fic fodder

“You meet me where I am” - fans exploding at how meaningful this all is and how far they’ve come in four episodes.

“What do you want me to be to you”

---Victor said “koibito” but subs say “boyfriend”

---Daddy kink: “A father--” “Yes!”

this is when we start to see this kink in fics and fanart/comics

Phichit makes his appearance. Fandom explodes with glee. People pointed out his appearance in episode 1 and more explosions of “no detail left behind”

Aeroflot

Enter Lilia and her teaching Yurio.

Evil Lilia and Yakov

“Yurio should have stayed with Victor”

Kubo-sensei laughs at the rumors of Victor dying.

Everyone and their mother tries to learn to make katsudon - various recipes float around; Crunchyroll releases recipe (Nov 4).

Jokes and critique about YOI dub (Gru!Victor; Russia(Hetalia)!Victor)

Episode 5

Victor obviously knows no Japanese at all vs. Victor obviously knows a little Japanese after living there for 6 months (about whether or not Victor understood Yuuri’s love declaration due to him commenting about the tie and not the confession)

Fan comics/art and fanfiction about burning Yuuri’s necktie

JARAN jacket (that one scene with Yuuri’s jacket misspelled)

Lots of flailing and dozens of gifs of the lip balm scene

awesome fans finding the exact Chanel lip balm

Yuuri’s confident walk = flailing and keyboard smashing moment (gifs with explosions behind him)

Hug meta (back hug; “do the hands on neck mean anything?”)

Minami is a chicken nugget (McDonald’s colors + being small)

First time we hear Victor’s thoughts - people discussing this

Victor’s image shifts away from “evil Victor” towards something a little more positive

Leaks of the Oh! Skatra!!! Tracklisting (Nov 6).

Duetto title makes people freak out

Speculation on who will skate what piece.

Speculation starts on who will appear in which GP series competition.

Pre-episode 6

Jealous/Possessive!Victor due to the ending image in ep5 of him wrapping his arm around a flustered Yuuri.

speculation on where that is and who took the picture

Dengeki, the website that posts teaser pictures and text of various anime’s next episodes, posted a teaser summary on their site that used quite a few innuendos.

Starting from here, YOI episode previews start to be released later and later. This becomes a running gag among fans who stay up to wait for previews.

Episode 6

Chris makes everyone uncomfortable.

wet ice comments

People freaking out about the hand holding (“koibito tsunagi/lover’s hold”) then about the lip licking

Victor’s innuendo and lewd mouth animation

Victor actually is sexually attracted to Yuuri

Paired with Yuuri being comfortable with Victor clinging naked to him at the restaurant, and worrying that people would think he’s not serious about the competition = fans arguing how far they’ve gone

Queerbaiting arguments still continue ( “fujoshi bait” and “fanservice”)

“Ai ha katsu” (Love wins!)

Georgi is an Evil Witch

Leo = awesome representation (non-white character representing the U.S.A.)

Phichit meme ( “scandalized” with hand on mouth)

Phichit is captain of the Victuri ship

Kubo-sensei posts summary of The King and The Skater

Pre episode 7

Dengeki, what in the ever living F is that preview summary (twitter)? Along with the shortened version.

Another preview summary wtheck comment - this time from a YOI animator, Itou Noriko

“Drastic measures”??? Will Victor hug Yuuri? Violence? Harsh words? Kiss on the forehead or MAYBE the cheek?

fanfics, comics, lots of speculation

Episode 7

Kiss vs. Hug

drawings/charts/tracings to prove it was a kiss

queerbaiting comments continue

Western fans ask Kubo-sensei for a direct answer; she’s amused that Japanese fans didn’t need confirmation yet Western fans did

Yuri on Ice trends on Tumblr for two days at #1 (previous episodes had trended in top 3 for about a day).

“Japanese censorship is what made them cover the kiss!” -- and the subsequent posts that stopped this misinformation.

“Victor is evil” continues - he was cruel in the parking garage and the queerbait lip hug was obviously just consolation

Chris, stahp! (more wet ice comments)

Guang-Hong is badass, Leoji ship sails further

Georgi is creepy, some people hate Anya, some feel sympathy for her

Georgi’s outfit = figure-skating Elsa (photoshopped pictures)

Head boop

Aired after the U.S. election - “episode 7 is the only good thing that happened this week”

“YOI singlehandedly saved 2k16”

Watchers dropping the anime because Victuri became canon.

some people liked the anime as long as it was still ambiguous. This kiss/hug scene made it much less ambiguous and left them feeling awkward.

some people liked it as long as the pairing was not mainstream - they liked being a niche shipper.

Conversely, more people started watching once they heard it was canon and not queerbaiting/fan service.

Johnny Weir homage with young Victor’s outfit and rose crown at European Worlds.

Johnny hears of this and adds YOI on his to-watch list.

Kubo-sensei tweets about a certain scene - confirms and does not confirm it as a kiss

pre-Episode 8

Will YOI talk about homophobia and LGBT hatred?

They’re going to Russia next - lots of fanfiction about Victor dealing with past and current homophobia, and how Yuuri and Victor would act during their stay in Russia.

Magazine had the titles for episodes 8 and 9 - “Victor returns to Japan” has people theorize about what could be drastic enough to have him return.

Kubo-sensei strikes again:

tweets about looking forward to Dengeki’s summary this week and ends up trolling the fandom.

being one of us and wanting them to get married already.

Makkachin’s name revealed to have no meaning.

Dengeki posts 5 hours later than normal.

Episode 8

Angry fans yelling “Why didn’t they use this chance to address hatred?”

People arguing about how this is nice because we already have so many other series about hatred and would it kill them to let us have ONE nice thing in life? Let’s just appreciate that we get a happy relationship with no prejudice or hatred from the world for once.

Kubo-sensei defending the hate-free world she created.

Seung-gil feather duster/parrot/swiffer comments and comparisons.

Sala vs Sara

official site and subs romanized her name as “Sala” but a more natural spelling would be “Sara.” (sala means living room in Spanish and Italian)

wihin the week, the spelling was corrected on both the website and subs to “Sara.”

Mila Babicheva was also changed to Mira Babicheva at this time.

Makkachin-related tags and comments

#Don’t die Makka!

#SaveMakka2k16

#Makkachoked

Speculation on what Yuuri will place - and who will make it to the GPF.

J.J. and the cross - many understood it as a religious motion, but it was soon linked by figure skating fans to Yuzuru’s cross motion to check body axis.

Kissing the ice - seen as “J.J. is so narcissistic and kissing himself,” then disputed by other fans as a sign of respect for the ice much like real-life athletes do with the ice, track&field, and court.

Yurio x J.J. shipping starts

Sub!Victor fanfic boom, BDSM, foot fetish, and other related body worship fics

YOI trends over Barack Obama (Nov 24)

Katsudon recipe released by Funimation on Yuuri’s birthday (Nov. 29)

Preview images for ep9 of Sara encroaching on Yuuri - some people worried that this would be in-series drama or that fans would ship it.

Dengeki still posting way later than they used to. This leads to lots of waiting and loss of hope for future episodes until…

Episode 9

Freaking out over the airport scene:

“What did Yuuri’s tears mean???”

relieved/touched Victor cares for him and returns feelings? All the emotions catching up from their separation and the hard skating?

guilt over hiding that he will retire soon? Sadness that this will only last 2 more weeks?

Clarifying why Victor brought up “proposal” (“Why does what Yuuri said sound like a proposal?”)

People “fixing” the subs (mis)translate the word “koto” as if it was the word “mono” and end up making Yuuri’s line to Victor sound super possessive/cheesy as a result.

Yuuri mentioning that he’ll win gold prompts discussions about “Does Yuuri need a gold medal to be happy? Is a gold necessary for his character?”

Fandom exploding over Yurio’s pure smile and friendship with Yuuri

People uneasy over Sara and Michele’s sibling relationship.

Mira x Sara ship gains steam and sets sail.

“Hug zombie” - the term given to Yuuri’s hugging spree

Johnny Weir planned to watch YOI “one episode per day,” but failed and watched two episodes the first day. Then binged the rest within two more days and caught up in time for episode 10 on Wednesday.

Naked Victor on the front page of NBC due to Johnny’s tweets

Crunchyroll releases Katsudon Pirozhki recipe (Dec 7)

pre-Episode 10

“Something round and golden” -- gold medal, wedding rings, cock rings, onion rings, golden snitch

Kubo-sensei fanning the flames

we were losing hope for teasers until... our saviors, Animate, took over for posting them. Dengeki still posted the identical teaser pics on their site, but did so at a later hour.

Preview lines about Yuuri recalling the previous year’s nightmare banquet.

Translation confusion led to people thinking it was a “nightmare bucket” “nightmare baguette” (and other attempts to find the correct foreign word) until someone pointed out that figure skating competitions have banquets.

Theories about what happened at the banquet.

Episode 10

Rings

Yuuri buying one ring (with Victor buying the other) vs. Yuuri buying pair rings as a set

would later be confirmed in a magazine post-series that Yuuri bought both rings

Are they really engaged or not?

Best plot twist ever.

The ending changes everything we ever knew about this series

people analyzing all the interactions since episode 1

“Poor Victor” comments and tags appear

“Victor was pining all along!”

Victor seen as super patient and willing to let Yuuri drive the pace (because he never brings up the banquet in order to respect Yuuri’s shyness).

Victor flying to Japan with his dick out.

Victor had a crush on Yuuri since the beginning.

“Victor is a dork who would do anything for love” mentality sweeps away previous malaise.

fanfic and fanart explosion of dorky, loving Victor

This is when the loving!Victor image squashed any lingering remnants of evil!Victor

Eros parallel re-interpreted as Yuuri being the playboy and Victor being the woman seduced and left behind.

Victor is savage for making a program based on the banquet and thinking to skate it for a season.

Pole dancers comment that the moves in Yuri on Ice reference actual moves (Yuuri is pretty good and has great grip strength; a couple of Chris’ moves are incredibly hard)

Otayuri (Otabek x Yurio) becomes a pairing

Beach scene discussion - was Victor angry or not, and why?

Hype for Kubo-sensei revealing that the GPF would have the most realistic animation of all the episodes.

Animate posted late (only a few hours before airing), but Dengeki even later.

Episode 11

“Scoring system is broken!”

Yurio’s score is literally impossible using the current real-life ISU scoring system (he’s about 5 points too high)

Yuuri scored low despite low number of technical mistakes

J.J. given a higher score than should be allowed because of his huge errors.

Discussion on Victor looking out at the ice during Yurio’s SP (“what was he thinking?”), and discussion about his flashback and burden

Chris’ mystery man ( “Chris’ boyfriend”? “Who IS that guy???”)

Half the fandom dies with Yuuri’s last sentence; half the fandom trusts Kubo-sensei (and comforts the other half)

Evgenia posts a tweet trusting everything will be alright

People’s view of J.J. changes - some sympathy and “??? I never expected to actually care for this guy!”

It seems everyone pitches their predictions about who will be on the podium.

“Phichit’s hamsters predict the podium?” theory

pre-Episode 12

We give up on teasers because they’re so late. Animate releases them a few hours before the episode airs.

Oh!SkaTra!!! Yuri!!! on ICE Soundtrack released about a day before the final episode aired.

“Spoilers” (but not really, because we had the tracklist since episode 5). We confirm the last two songs are the exhibition skates. People avoid Tumblr until the episode airs because of the “spoiler threat.”

Episode 12

Breaking Tumblr, Crunchyroll, and Animate.

Crunchyroll released a statement on Twitter about YOI’s high traffic breaking it.

Tumblr crashed (traffic volume too high) right after the CR simulcast/subs came out around 4PM EST. It wasn’t fully fixed until several hours later.

Animate’s website crashed for the same reason as above.

“It wasn’t gay enough”

People feeling disappointed about the relationship between Yuuri and Victor because there was no second kiss or explicit “I love you.” People wanted something that could not be denied (wanted an “uncensored” kiss).

Others counter-argued that relationships can show deep love without needing an “I love you,” and point out how the relationship was built steadily throughout the series.

People feeling betrayed because Yuuri didn’t win gold.

“Otabek was robbed!” and “J.J. overscored!” complaints circulate

“I won’t kiss it unless it’s gold” prompted a legion of pictures/comics, and fics.

Gushing over the liberate use of ring flares

“History Makers” in the end credits - the extra “s” felt like an Easter egg to some.

Ice dance vs. Pairs - many fans mistake the final Duetto exhibition skate as Pairs when it’s actually based on an Ice Dance routine

How will Victor do both skating and coaching?

Will we get a Season 2? “See You Next Level” means a second season, right?

After the series, we saw Oh!SkaTra!!! and the DVD/BD volumes sell ridiculous amounts - easily placing in either 1st or 2nd place on Oricon’s charts for DVD, BD, CD, and CD digital release. The Blu-ray and DVD volumes continue to hold high sales. Magazines continue to be translated. Some ideas/meta are confirmed and others become defunct.

It was a wild ride from way back when YOI was only a website and PV. Every week brought new ideas, writings, meta, art, and discussions. It was to the point where some weeks you would get in-depth meta and polished art just hours after the episode aired. In fact, there was so much made that you could easily reblog hundreds of posts in a day for the more explosive episodes, and meta would either get hundreds of notes or be lost in the current of new stuff appearing every few minutes. At the rate that it’s still going with new campaigns, events, and merchandise, Yuri!!! on ICE will be active for quite some time.

#yuri!!! on ice #yuri on ice #yoi #informational post #fyeahyoi #laz talks #trip down memory lane

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fic for victuuri week day 3!

Title: he meets me where i am Rating: teen Summary: Day 3: Reassurance/Hope. “Hey, Yuuri,” Victor nudges his shoulder one day, while they’re sitting. “Want go to the beach later?”

“Yeah.” Later could mean the next second; it could mean two years from now. When Victor looks at him like that, focused and quiet, as if the world stops turning for a moment, Yuuri would agree to cutting off his own tongue.

“They say it’s the most beautiful place in Hassetsu,” Yuuri tells him, smiling a little.

“Hmmm,” Victor ponders on that. “I don’t think I’m a good judge of that, though.”

“Why?”

His lips curl upwards, “I’ve always been to the beach with you, Yuuri. Hardly lets me focus on the scenery, does it?”

Link to A03: here

It doesn’t take Yuuri much to figure out that Victor, the immature man who makes flimsy excuses whenever he’s late, the well-intentioned coach who doesn’t hesitate to extend a hand at his catastrophic falls, who wipes tears of frustration from his cheeks and holds him close, murmuring his name softly “Yuuri, Yuuri.”, is nothing like he’d imagined.

As a male teenager starting to get into competitive figure skating in his time, Victor Nikiforov was the highest of dream. He was beautiful, elegant, technically perfect, young and charismatic. Victor was the kind of person who made everyone regret not trying to be exactly like him, the genius who excelled and smashed old records as if they were flimsy sheets of paper to be thrown aside the minute he set his blades on the ice.

Yuuri, a self-recognized Victor fanboy, thought the guy was the be-all to figure skating, and the most amazing person alive or dead . He tracked down all of the posters with Victor’s face on them, he bought the magazines with articles that even mentioned him, he copied his routines step by step, until he could follow them half-asleep, he got as far as getting the closest thing to his dog, for Christ’s sake. Taking all that embarrassing obsession into account, Yuuri spent a lot of his time wondering what Victor would be like in real life.

Would he be as charming as in the interviews? Would he compliment Yuuri’s skating? Would he compliment Yuuri? Did he really have all his outfits made by famous designers? Did he like joking around, or was he more of the serious type? What was his favourite food? How many times a day did he walk his dog? Had he ever tried an onsen?

Yuuri had his own image of Victor, cradled closely to his heart, a reality he’d constructed slowly but surely, one he was hoping to have confirmed the first time they skated the same ice together. Yuuri’s Victor was his motivation, his daydream, his fantasy.

And well. Besides the fact that his version of Victor praised his skating and wanted to teach him, too (something he’s still not sure is him just having a terribly cruel realistic dream), the real one and him could not be further apart.

Victor, in all his complexity, is rude and immature. He’s demanding and manipulative at times, especially regarding figure skating. For all his chattering, it’s almost impossible to have a profound conversation with him about something not related to the sport. He talks about Russia with the endless passion of a man who loves his country, has started to make up an endless list of places he wants Yuuri and the Katsuki’s to visit, but refuses categorically to mention his family or past. Victor is so unbelievably dedicated that he spends all his available time either skating or fluttering around the place, flighty, like he needs to stay in motion.

Sometimes, Yuuri can see Victor hugging Makkacchin close to his chest, his fingers tightening in his fur, and sees the taut line of his body. He hears him call out the poodle’s name with unbridled affection, notices the way his voice borders on panic if the dog doesn’t immediately bark back when called. He wonders, is Makkacchin your only friend?

There’s an entire universe of Victor to explore, leagues and leagues of memories and experiences that make him who he is, and Yuuri doesn’t know any of them. He’s just barely getting started, packing his bags and embarking on the life-changing journey that constitutes having Victor Nikiforov suddenly being thrown into his life, smiling his way into Yuuri’s heart.

…

They don’t start dating until a few good months after Victor starts being his coach.

To be honest, Yuuri considers it more of a gradual process than anything else. Victor invites him to dinner (“Come on, Yuuri, I really want to try this place! Please, for me?” “How can you not had this before? We must remedy this!” “I already have a reservation, don’t bother trying to argue.”) and drags him around Hassetsu laughing good-naturedly. Once some time has passed, they both start getting to the rink just a little bit earlier than they have to, open it up themselves, and sit down together in the changing room, sharing information, asking about each other. Victor pushes more, asks for more, but he never truly breaches Yuuri’s comfort zone.

It’s good, in a way, that Victor continues to insist, because Yuuri would have never been brave enough to hint at anything with Victor Nikiforov. He may know him now, may appreciate him for his own person instead of for the dream, but he’s still someone clothed in fame and washed down with the recipe for success, while Yuuri struggles not to fall into the temptation of giving up his sorry career every single day of his life.

“Hey, Yuuri,” Victor nudges his shoulder one day, while they’re sitting. “Want go to the beach later?”

“Just a short walk,” Victor says, cocking his head. “The beach is incredibly calm here.”

“They say it’s the most beautiful place in Hassetsu,” Yuuri tells him, smiling a little.

“Hmmm,” Victor ponders on that. “I don’t think I’m a good judge of that, though.”

“Why?”

His lips curl upwards, “I’ve always been to the beach with you, Yuuri. Hardly lets me focus on the scenery, does it?”

They kiss for the first time on that beach; the beach where Yuuri learned to swim, hesitant and trembling; the beach which he’s observed every day from the top of the mountains; the beach he’s made sand castles on, only for them to fall apart the minute his parents turned his heads, courtesy of his sister’s sabotage. They kiss on a beach Yuuri knows like the back of his hand, and it feels more like home than ever before.

“So?”

“So what?”

“Was it the most beautiful place in all of Hassetsu?”

“Are you fishing for compliments, Yuuri Katsuki? My, my.”

…

Victor opens up, slowly.

It speeds up when they start being together, rather than just having a coach and student relationship, like he starts to feel he’s allowed to share his emotions and insecurities with his boyfriend, at least. And it doesn’t only happen with Yuuri, either.

“Vicchan, did you like what I made for you yesterday?” his mom asks, smiling softly, as she leans against the doorframe.

“It was delicious,” Victor responds in his stumbling Japanese. He’s getting better at it, gradually, by asking a lot, downloading language applications on every electronic device he can find, and watching subtitled anime, which he’s strangely fond of. Lately, though, he’s been asking Yuuri about which are the words he gasps out when he comes, which are the words to demand him to kiss him, and looking up silly old love poems from early Japanese history. Just the thought of it is enough to make Yuuri blush brightly enough that he has to turn away, afraid his mother will notice.

“Oh, I’m so glad,” she gushes, clapping her hands together. “Yuuri’s father and I are going to a show later, would you like to join us?”

“Is it another interpretation of ‘Lady of the lake’?” Yuuri asks without facing her, already aware of his parents’ tastes. “We’ve already been to see it ten times, mom.”

“Well, you don’t have to come if you want to,” she rolls her eyes.

“I’d love to go,” Victor cuts in hurriedly, as if he’s afraid she’ll retract the offer if he isn’t quick enough. He bites his lip. “I would really enjoy seeing a show with you both.”

Yuuri smiles. Didn’t stutter even once.

“You and your sister could learn a lot from Vicchan, you know,” his father calls out from the living room. “A polite boy who isn’t afraid to be wild and who spends time with us old geezers.”

“Dad! I helped you with the onsen for the entire weekend!”

“I’m just saying, Victor helps every day,” he says airily.

Timidly, Victor’s lips form a shaky smile, full of uncertainty and excitement, coexisting peacefully.

“I hope they weren’t too much,” Yuuri murmurs into Victor’s pajama shirt when he slides into bed that night, sighing softly. “I can never stay awake through that show, but they make sure to talk during the whole thing, too.”

“They were great, Yuuri,” Victor admits, and wraps his arms around him, too tightly to be just their usual comfortable embrace. “They were really, really great.”

“...Do you miss your parents, Victor?” He’s been waiting a long time to ask.

His grip on Yuuri tightens even more. “Sometimes. They…” he can feel him swallow, his throat bobbing. Victor is always warm in bed, always nice to the touch. Reassuring, strong, comforting. Yuuri’s never slept as well as he as with Victor touching him, even if it was just pressing their backs together. It makes him want to be that for Victor, too.

He squeezes Victor’s hand.

“They weren’t around much,” he finishes, throat raw. His English loses its whimsicality and silliness when he’s like this, sharpened by the accent that slips in. “I don’t think they’ve noticed I’m gone, actually.”

Yuuri presses a featherlight kiss to Victor’s collarbone, careful. He doesn’t ask, Do you want them to notice? Because it’s impossible to miss that Victor Nikiforov’s been starved for real affection for years, now, being funny and harsh while taking comfort in Makkacchin and skating. He doesn’t ask, Are my parents enough? He definitely doesn’t ask, Am I enough?

“I’m sorry, Vitya,” he whispers, and switches so he can wrap his arms around Victor, instead of the other way around. “Rest, okay?”

He’ll call Yakov and Yuri tomorrow, give him a taste of home. Perhaps he’ll even phone Chris, to remind him he does have people who care for him. For now, though, he holds Victor, and feels him sink into sleep.

…

Yuuri learns about who Victor is almost in the way a flower blooms, getting to see the beauty unfurl, getting glimpses of what the future could bring.

They’re not a couple who needs to talk about everything, not like Chris and his boyfriend are (Chris has fled to Japan on more than one occasion to seek solace while they’re fighting, and paces up and down arguing loudly into the phone during his stay. Yuuri and Victor are familiar with their drawn-out conversations by now.), which doesn’t mean they don’t talk at all.

It’s just easier for them to communicate through small gestures, through affectionate touches, through books left half open on the kitchen table. Ever since they’ve moved in into their new place, the language they use can be translated into their living space. Yuuri always makes a mess out of everything when his anxiety gets the best of him, has a hard time cleaning or making sure that everything is in its place. Victor knows quite well that when he comes into the house and it looks like it’s been raided, then he needs to go and ask Yuuri if he’s okay, if he wants anything. Remind him that he’s not alone, even if he’s struggling.

Victor’s way of telling him things is subtler, but no less important. He’ll reorganize every piece of furniture they own, change things as much as he can, switch the drawers, take out his clothes and put them back in their place… Yuuri just leaves him alone then, waits for Victor to tell him it’s okay to approach.

Victor isn’t a superstar. Victor has bad days. Victor gets angry. Yuuri loves him anyway.

“Hey, Yuuri,” Victor mumbles. They’re sitting down on opposite ends the couch while having dinner, their blanket half-raised, covering their entwined legs that meet in the middle. Yuuri has been trying to keep Makkacchin from jumping on the sofa and eat their pork for the last ten minutes. “Kiss me.”

Yuuri flushes. Somehow, he still gets surprised by how freely Victor demands affection, just saying what he wants outright. He swallows, “You have sauce all over your mouth, though.”

“You’ve kissed me with worse things in my mouth,” Victor smirks, and laughs when it makes Yuuri’s blush deepen. “Aw, you’re adorable.”

“Shut up,” Yuuri grumbles, averting his eyes. Carefully, he sets his bowl on the coffee table, warning Makkacchin not to eat it with a stern look, and crawls across the couch to where Victor is.

His fiancé’s eyes light up with mirth.

“You really don’t deserve this,” Yuuri tells him, huffing a little. He’s sitting cross-legged on Victor’s lap, his cheeks a light pink. Victor, too, leaves the bowl on the table, accidentally shaking Yuuri a little. Quickly, he sets his hand on his waist to help him steady himself, curling his fingers and holding on tight.

“I don’t deserve you,” Victor says instead, and closes his eyes.

“Don’t you dare sweet talk me now,” Yuuri sighs, but leans in.

The gentle, playful lick of Victor’s tongue sliding into his mouth apologizes for him. Yuuri lets himself go, knotting his hands together behind Victor’s neck, and rests his weight on his chest, gasping softly.

Sometimes, words are unnecessary.

“I love you,” Victor whispers.

“I love you too.”

But not always.

fin

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surveys-at-your-service · 7 years

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Survey #70

“so break me down if it makes you feel right.”

if you’re a girl, do you have big hips? too big? not really. when was the last time you had alcohol? what kind? yesterday. black cherry mike's hard lemonade. girls, do you think you look good in dresses or not? some with sleeves, sure. do your parents treat you like you’re still a child? sometimes. what is the one stereotype people label you as most? i get emo a lot. i really don't care what stereotype i am. can people normally tell your mood, by your facial expression? yeah, honestly. i am SHIT at hiding my emotions. what are the initials of your last ex/ bf or gf? jar. how're you on this fine day? i'm at the tail end of a bad, bad, baaad panic attack. i went to bed crying last night and woke up a while ago; i couldn't sleep. i talked to my long-time friend jurro, who always has great advice to give me. they brought up the possibility of me having bpd (which has been brought up to me before), especially with my obvious favoritism towards jason. i read more about it, and i really think it's a liable diagnosis, and i guess that gave me some relief? i'm going to bring it up to my therapist, who i really need to see soon. describe the main problem with your last relationship? i've explained this so many times, yet i feel the need to keep fucking talking about it. the only real issue was jason not supporting me enough. by that i mean, he got tired of my depression. he didn't want to deal with it anymore. not that i blame him. i live with it and i don't want to deal with it anymore, but guess who can't leave it without destroying herself? if he truly gave a shit, it should've been the same for him. for so long, three and a half fucking years, he was there, and he did everything he could. then he just... snapped one day, i guess. so fucking sorry i'm too weak to make it on my own. what was the last thing that offended you? i'm not sure, honestly. probably something colleen said. what’s on your shower curtain? nothing. it's blank. what sounds do you hear? "alone i break" by korn is playing, and the tv's on. who was the newest addition to your family? ryder, my sister's son, is the newest, i believe. do you like muse? i like a few songs. "unnatural selection" is my SHIT. what was your first ever pet? we had a collie named trigger. she was a wonderful dog. have you ever been bit by an animal? never viciously, no. i remember once my lizard bit me when he was scared once (his light had been dead all day, so he was freezing), but it was barely even a nibble. i think i've told of the time my dog teddy bit towards me in a merely very "i'm warning you" type way. where is the person you miss the most right now? i would hope he's in bed asleep. how often do you take naps? every day, usually... typically after i'm up for an hour or less, i feel fucking exhausted and go back to sleep lol. are you planning any special outings with family or friends? not any "outings," but on saturday, the day before my birthday, mom and i are going to colleen's and i, for one, am getting drunk as fuck to forget some shit for a while. do you ever wear lipstick? what color(s) do you prefer? yes, i wear black, usually. what was the last alcoholic drink you tried for the first time? smirnoff. it was okay. what’s your favorite feature of the person you’re currently interested in? his silly smile melts my fucking heart. the last song you listened to - does it remind you of anyone? "somebody, someone" by korn. and yeah. me. who was the last person to give you a hickey? only person to ever was jason. who was your high school’s most popular girl? that's debatable. idk. would you like to learn to play the harp? omg i always did as a child. what is the most drinks you’ve had in one night? was it five... maybe six? it was VERY weak alcohol, though. when is the last time you parked in a covered parking lot? probs when colleen, bradley, and i went to the beach last may. we had to drive through a great number of parking lots to find ONE spot. has a friend ever betrayed you? oh, you mean that time someone way more than a friend tried to lift me up, but only let go half-way in the effort? yeah. been there. is teenage pregnancy common in your area? eh, no less or more than other places, i guess. do you see the new year as a fresh start? no. do your parents own their house or is it rented? the house i live in with mom is rented. i'm almost positive dad's and kim's is owned. have you ever joined in a protest? if so, what against? no. it'd be a cold day in hell before something like a protest happened here in nc. do people ever complain that you’re too quiet? always. and i don't get why it's just that: a complaint. being quiet isn't a bad thing. do you know anyone that’s ever suffered from post natal depression? i have a friend who's suffering with it now. do you like black licorice? i don't like licorice period. do you sleep in your bra? fuck that. what would you do if someone smacked your butt? well, who's doing it and where are we? if it was jason, he'd get pinned against a damn wall while i kiss him. anyone else, with the mood i'm in, i'd slap the shit out of them. dog ever licked you down there? wHAT THE FUCK do you think you’ll be a MILF? lmao no. would you immediately look for someone right after you and your bf/gf broke up? if we were in a serious relationship, obviously not. i'd need to recover. do you sleep naked, or nearly so? no. i used to sleep without a shirt when i lived in the apartment because i was cooler, but for obvious reasons, i'm not comfortable doing that with my mother and little sister in this house. will you kiss the last person you kissed again? honestly, it'd be a dream come true. do you wish someone was dead? i wish i didn't. what is your dad’s name? kenneth, or just "ken" would you ever like to meet marilyn manson? debatable. he's one of my favorite artists, but from what i know of him, he's not a person i'd agree with on almost anything. what do you look like right now? i don't fucking know, a person?? a heavily depressed son of a bitch??? how many of your friends play world of warcraft? i did. i really don't know if i'll go back to it when i get my computer fixed. my friends sam, girt, and alex also play(ed). is your dad bald? he's not. do you remember the name of the first bar you ever went to? i've never been to a bar. have no plans to go to one, really. have you ever made a sex tape? no, and i never will. have you ever drank cough syrup to get high? no. have you ever felt yourself fainting? i have. would you ever own a rat? i've owned four: tezzeret, rhoka, rhett, and link. i may get another some day, but this time, from a breeder. would you or do you ever spank your kids? NO. do you look pretty today? no. my eyes are red and watery, i haven't brushed my hair yet... do you feel you’re capable of being loved? no. if jason couldn't, no one can. have you ever felt lifeless? i have. many times. weirdest shit, to feel like that and still be perfectly alive. do you remember the first alcoholic drink you ever had? yeah. pink lemonade mike's hard. do you want a boyfriend or girlfriend? i want jason, not necessarily anyone else. do you chew on your straws? no. do you plan on moving out within the next year? no, i don't. are you a forgiving person? too much so, usually... what is your all-time favorite romance movie? "the notebook" murders me every time. have you ever purchased condoms? i haven't, but jason bought them for us once. i got really close to leaving behind my abstinence once, and because of that, he said he did it just to be safe. we never used them, but it was a smart decision. have you ever had shower sex? no. i'm honestly not that into the idea. have you ever caught someone else watching porn? no. what size shoe are you? seven and a half, i think... have you ever sent a nude snapchat? no, i don't have a snapchat. what to you would the perfect life consist of? honestly, you could wipe out everything, and just give me jason. let us have one child to cherish beyond vocalization. and i would be happy. have you ever had a sexy skype chat? ha ha no, the only times i've ever chatted on skype with webcam was with jason, and we were ever only lazy bums in our pajamas... have you ever had a sexual gay experience? i have not. have you ever shoplifted? i have not. is there a guy who you can go to with no make-up on in sweatpants and bedhead and he couldn’t care less? girt, probably. jason, if he was still around. do you and your family pray before eating dinner? only on thanksgiving, really. what’s something you’ll always refuse to do? i mean, lots of things. i'd never have an abortion, get a divorce unless my spouse became violent/dangerous, various other things... what’s the best thing at mcdonald’s? i seriously like their cheeseburgers. would you ever get a tattoo of your favorite band or singer’s name? no. i plan on getting MANY lyrics tattooed on me, though. what’s your iood/mp3 player like? it's a super old, pink nano-type. it's way past its life expectancy. has a few scuffs and scratches here and there. do you own any form of a gameboy? i do; my sisters and i all had/have one. they don't all work anymore, though. what’s the best part about halloween? D E C O R A T I N G!!! do you have any pets and do you want any(more)? we have three dogs, teddy (beagle/cocker spaniel), cali (boxer mix), and bentley (jack russel mix), and one cat named lexi. i'm currently only really wanting a ball python morph, but adopting a lizard again would be nice... a rat, too... what’s the best pokemon? ninetales is the best! but i also reeeaaally like espeon and umbreon. do you play any sport? no. i haven't played sports since dance. do you watch beauty pageants? absolutely not. i disagree with their entire concept. do you like nutella? i do, very much so. are you into ripped jeans? yes. makes them appear more dynamic and interesting. which band has the best name, in your opinion? i'm not sure. none come to mind immediately... do kids often knock on your door on halloween? they never do. we live in what can barely even be considered a neighborhood, just a couple houses in the middle of the woods. have you ever witnessed an extreme act of animal cruelty? thank heavens, no. have you ever actually woken up screaming because of a nightmare? yes. i was sleeping on the recliner with jason and nearly gave him a heart attack. how many people in your family have blue eyes? idk, but not many. the only ones i know of are myself, my deceased grandpa, my half-brother, and my niece. who is your favorite actor/actress? probably betty white and johnny depp if you could choose to be any mythical character, which would you choose? i'd be a dragon, far away from human civilization so people won't want to kill me for no particular reason... are you satisfied with your gender? even if i wasn't, what would i do about it? do you post to say happy birthday on other people’s walls? honestly depends on how close we are and my mood. have there ever been floods where you live? many. do you listen to k-pop? i never have. i have an acquaintance from high school that's like in love with it though. do you know (of) anyone who has committed suicide? i know of people, yes. most notably my sister's ex. there's potential that i know someone who has, too, as i knew her online, she was heavily suicidal, then she just vanished. do you eat meat every day? usually, typically at dinner. do you like your country’s president or prime minister? no, i don't. i agree with some of his policies, most notably his outlook on abortion, but overall, i cannot stand him. he has a horrid, childish attitude, and a relatively naive outlook on things. do you listen to christmas music during the holiday season? i don't. virginia, jason's mom, always did though. she loved the holidays and was always so expressive of her enjoyment of them all. i miss her... i hope she's doing well, too. she had a few health issues. do you like ginger ale? only when i'm ill. what color is your can of deodorant? it's baby blue. what is the middle name of the last person you texted? marie how far do you live from the ocean? ehhh, like three hours, probably less. are you a fan of eminem? he's the only rapper i'd consider myself a fan of. he actually sings about shit that matters on a regular basis. do you wear a ring on your finger? i have a ruby/garnet/whatever on my right ring finger, and i want to fix the ring jason gave me to wear on my left pointer finger... but it's in a box somewhere. i had it in the jewelry box he bought me, but most of our shit's been packed up from when we were threatened with eviction, and personally i don't feel like going through dozens of boxes. do you like the song ‘i kissed a girl’ by katy perry? i'll admit it's catchy and reminds me of when i was younger. the last person you kissed, is he/she single now? last i checked, no. how many times have you kissed the last person you kissed? hundreds of times. does it bother you when people smoke around you? honestly, yes. but i don't say anything. ever kissed a smoker? no, and i highly doubt i ever will. a smoker has kissed me, though. do you know anyone who has their eyebrow pierced? a former friend did when did you last talk to your brother or sister? i couldn't tell you. ashley doesn't live here and nicole doesn't say a word to me unless she needs something or if i initiate conversation. do you prefer regular bacon or turkey bacon? regular bacon would you ever buy a motorcycle? no. too dangerous. most attractive singer/s of your opposite gender? james hetfield of metallica like fuck me he could be my daddy in more than one way can insanity bring on more creativity? it does, but it's not something i'd advise pursuing. basic question; what's your favorite color/colors? maroon. where is your mom? she's currently at mrs. ricks' house, a patient she takes care of. have you slept over at a member of the opposite sex’s house in their bed? with jason, hundreds of times. how long until your next birthday? four days!! ;v; favorite thing to do on tumblr? see what gay shit is going down in the r&l community. have you ever experienced being hysterical? it's a familiar feeling. have you ever ridden a boat? i have. has anyone ever threatened to hurt you? what did you do? yes, by a lovely little bitch named rachel. and when things truly escalated, i told my mother. call me a tattle-tail for it, but i wasn't an adult at the time. we were both teenagers. mom was so pissed that she confronted her father about the issue (she knew where she lived because my older sister has a history with the bitch, too...), and while he spoke to rachel supposedly, he didn't seem to give a shit. the behavior stopped, though. have you ever seen someone’s personality change completely in a manner of minutes? what was it like? no, thankfully. do you tend to expect the best or the worst of people? the worst. i have no reason to behave otherwise. what color are your pants? mostly black, but there's also a graphic of classic harley quinn with "hey, puddin'" written beneath her. tbh i usually wore these if i wanted attention from jason lmao kill me. any turn ons? whispering, neck kisses/bites, very gentle choking, gentle touching in general, other things i'm just not thinking of right now... what's your cover photo on facebook? it's a picture of jason and me from our second prom. we're smiling at each other. any turn offs? bad hygiene, being rough, being violent, etc... most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen (in real life)? jason's humility and him softening as a person in general. are you more of an independent person or dependent person? i'm honestly extremely dependent. are you usually the first to forgive in a fight? it sure seems that way. do you prefer boys to shave down there? i don't care. do what makes him feel more comfortable in himself. do you think it’s appropriate to keep naked pictures of an ex, or should you delete them when you break up? it definitely does sound appropriate to have naked pictures. would you ever get a back tattoo? i already have one planned for along my spine: "once upon a time, i ripped the wings from my spine, but when i hide inside your eyes, i still pretend that i can fly." it's one of my favorite lyrics from otep. favorite kind of bean? kidney? black? pinto? i absolutely hate beans. when you get married what do you think you’ll put most of your focus and money into? keeping my husband happy, preparing for children, etc... do you have photoshop? if so, how often a day do you use it? i had to have it for school. i like... never use it. wonder woman or cat woman? cat woman. would you like other people to see your survey answers? i'm neutral. like i guess it helps when people wanna talk/give me advice from their unique perspective, but i don't want people to bother with me? do you often feel guilty?  i fucking always do. about everything. have you ever had a serious mental break down? you know, like, every week. how long was your longest relationship? three and a half years did you ever honestly believe you were going to marry your high school boyfriend/girlfriend? yes. i did. i still refuse to believe i won't. he was my favorite person, and still is. but what happens when you're breaking down your fp, entirely inadvertently, while they're building you up? ka-boom. i guess that's just what i did to him. are you a virgin? do you believe virginity is “sacred”? i am, and yes, it is. i refuse to just give it up to any 'ole body. what’s a song you recently discovered that you want to tell everyone about? "breakdown" by seether. i wonder if it's how jason feels towards me. does the last person you kissed have freckles? no, he doesn't. assuming you’re in love or have been in love before, how does or did it make you feel? on top of the world. that first realization that i was in love with him... it was like being born again. but in a new dimension. stick with me here. i was in a new world where nothing could hurt me, because he was my shield, and i was also his. we were one. partners. two names, one soul. he was the reason i could rest, because his eyes were open while i slept. i could reveal myself to him, because his heart and mind were opened. he took all that shit and crushed it beneath his heel, though, so i guess it doesn't really matter. in school, what subjects did you achieve your highest grades in? usually english or science. what’s the age difference between yourself and your best friend? less than a year. has someone close to you ever told you they were going to commit suicide because of you? oh my god, no. i'd die. do you like opossums? do you think it is ethically right for others to keep opossums as pets? i LOVE opossums! they're so cute! as for if it's ethically right to keep them as pets, i'm honestly not sure as i'm not well-educated on what they would require as a house animal. i mean i certainly wouldn't agree with someone taking them out of their natural habitat to be a pet, but i guess i'd be fine with someone raising an abandoned opossum baby, so long they gave them the care necessary. what is your favorite unhealthy drink that you like to consume (if you have one, that is)? mountain dew, the voltage variety being my favorite. i know it's wiiiildly bad for you, but omg i love it. what are your thoughts on nihilism? it's rather sad, and can also be so dangerous if you truly believe nothing has meaning/nothing matters. when and where was the last time you were or felt lost? daily??? i haven't mentally felt like i'm "home" for a long, loooong time. has a tree ever fallen down on your house?   two or three times, lmao. oh wait no, one of those times is where it fell on the propane tank beside our house (it didn't explode, it was literally inches from the top of it, though). the only time i clearly remember a tree falling on the house is when the tree collapsed literally on top of my room, and i slept through it. dad had to saw the tree multiple times to get it off the house, and we had to get some leaks patched. do you know anyone that actually looks good wearing bright red lip stick? i don't think i look too bad with it. if you were poor, living on the streets, & had no family to aid you, would you take up a job offer to work in a slaughterhouse? i... maybe. living on the streets has to be a literal nightmare, so i doubt a slaughterhouse would be much worse... but killing animals, i would literally cry on a daily basis. i don't know if i could do it. do you feel sorry for the people who get killed by their pets [some people own / tend to monkeys, tigers, lions, snakes, etc. & get killed by them] or do you think they had it coming? i mean i would never not feel sorry for someone who died, but at the same time, i would agree it to be foolish to keep a dangerous animal. whose facebook password do you have? no one's but my own. have you ever wanted to strip naked in front of someone? and i did. how often do you go to church? i try to go with colleen every weekend now. she's just been really sick lately, so we haven't been going. speaking of church, are you going to heaven or hell? ... i don't know anymore. like, i accept jesus as my lord and savior, etc., but i feel so wicked sometimes. like... i wish death upon someone i don't know. i love someone more than i do god and jesus. i've been furious with god lately. heaven probably doesn't want me. would you date/hook up with your brother’s best friend? no, he'd be too old for me personally. have you ever wondered what it’s like to have sex on a trampoline? well. hot damn. there's another one on my bucket list lmao. what is the weirdest music video you’ve ever seen? hmm. not sure. what is something of which you need more in your life? social interaction. i'm an introvert and all, but i don't have enough company throughout my days. do you enjoy talking about music with others? YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS I WILL TALK FOR HOURS what are the color of your walls? do you want to repaint? boring white/beige/whatever. i'd like to repaint, sure, but this house is rented, not owned, so we can't. do you have any siblings who neglect you? ... i feel that way, yeah. my older half-siblings i don't feel that way, 'cuz they live forever away and have busy, adult lives, and even ashley is very busy, but nicole, who lives with me... i feel like she doesn't care. she's never home and acts like she lives with her good-for-nothing boyfriend, and when she is here, she doesn't talk to me. doesn't look at me. never says a word to me, even when she knows i need comfort. she doesn't interact with me period unless i initiate conversation. i just. feel like when she/me/we move out, we'll never talk again. i don't want to lose my little sister. what were the last three movies you watched in theaters? "trolls," "the jungle book," and uhhh... i'm not sure. do you believe in ghosts, spirits or demons? spirits/ghosts/whatever have you, demons, and angels. did your parents ever let you play in the pits of those multicolored balls? until the news of a dirty syringe being found in a local one, yes. are you attracted to the last person that kissed you? i am. when i first met him, i thought he looked "odd," and he does look rather different, but i honestly believe him to be handsome. what did you do yesterday? not much at all... sat on the computer. talked to a couple online friends. talked with colleen. cried a lot. something you really want right now? honestly all i want is to cuddle with j right now. underneath a big, fleecy blanket, and just watch our old, favorite shows. do you look more like your mom or your dad? debatable. i've heard both. describe your looks to us: i am 5'4'', white and very pale, overweight with my weight pretty evenly distributed, i have lithe hands with long fingers and very small toes. i have blue eyes that sometimes look more greenish or grayish. my ears are pierced multiple times, as well as my nose. i have three tattoos. my hair just reaches my breasts and is ruby-red in coloration. how i dress varies greatly. could you forgive a boyfriend or friend who physically hurt you? no, fuck you. are you afraid of death? i am. i'm most concerned about how badly it'll hurt/how i'll die. do you think you’ll be one of those people that will get a divorce in the future? no, because i'd literally refuse to leave my spouse unless he became dangerous. last person you kissed on the lips said that you were the only one they wanted, would you believe them? if he leaves his current girlfriend, sure. are thongs sexy? not to me... but then again, i'm not attracted to feminine garb. is penetration important to you? considering i was fine doing purely foreplay with jason/having no penal-vaginal penetration, no, it's not very important. what is your sexuality? i am heterosexual, but have some asexual tendencies, ex. i am not physically attracted to male genitalia. do you prefer long or short hair on the opposite sex? long is fucking sexy. would you rather have 10 siblings or be an only? ten. that'd be cool. what is your opinion on legalizing drugs? it's fucking stupid to even mildly consider it. i know a lot of people think it will lessen crime with drugs, but ha, i HIGHLY doubt it. besides that, why legalize something dangerous? murder's wrong, should we legalize that shit, too? and i mean, we already have enough controversy over things like cigarettes and alcohol, two very dangerous things, why add another to the mix? do you drink coffee on a regular basis? no, i hate coffee. do you like country music? no, i don't. it's very rare that once in a while i'll hear a song i like, but it's seldom. are you afraid of black cats? not at all. do you watch the lightning during storms? omgggg yes what is the weirdest thing you have ever done with a crush or significant other? i guess you could consider borderline fucking on a chaise in the open living room "weird?" but shit was fun. do you shave your arms even though it supposedly grows back thick? i shave my underarms, not my arms. do you ever get too lazy to clean up your pet’s pee and leave it for your parents to do it? no, if teddy pees, i clean it up. what insects or bugs do you fear most? rhinoceros beetles are fucking terrifying, praying mantises are kinda scary... i also just don't like beetles in general. do you think weed is just as bad as cigarettes? it's worse. it's been proven to have more carcinogens. who taught you to drive, and were you happy with their approach? my driver's ed teacher was mr... cone, i think? he was fine. besides him, mom taught me to drive, and she was waaaay too strict/yelled a lot. do you get seasick or carsick? carsick, no. seasick, i'm not entirely sure. i've only been on a boat on the ocean once, and it was my anxiety that nearly made me puke. is sex on your mind more than 3 times a day? lately, yeah. do you like it up against the wall? errr, i'm going to just go along with this. i wouldn't know, never tried, but sounds fun. are you smiling? lmao what do you think, i just sit at my computer smiling like a madman all day? what has been the most traumatic experience of your life? does it still bother you? by far, jason leaving me. and obviously, as i've been diagnosed with ptsd because of it. was your last kiss drunk or sober? i've never kissed someone while drunk, so. have your lips ever gone numb from kissing? lmao, that's possible? i've kissed for hours on end and have never experienced that. why did you first kiss the last person you kissed? because i really liked him. why else? are monday mornings the hardest mornings to wake up to? no no no, new gmm!! do you want to know the date of your death? absolutely not. have you ever kissed an ex after you broke up? no. do you wear hair extensions? nah. do you wear eyeliner? if i ever wear makeup, yes, i always do. do either of your parents have tattoos? neither do. mom wants one, though. your phone is ringing. it’s your ex. what do you say? "hi, sweetheart." what is your natural hair color? i was born dirty blonde, but it turned brown with age. is your dream job attainable? realistically, for me, no. i'd like to be a meerkat biologist, but i'm not moving to africa. have you ever been to a drive-in theatre? no, but that'd be soooo fun! :( what moment in your life have you been most scared? those first moments after jason told me it was over. the moment i told mom, "jason broke up with me," because it was my true acknowledgment that it was over. can you imagine how it'd feel like to be skinned alive? to have all your flesh ripped away, leaving you bare and vulnerable? that's what it felt like. do movies such as ‘saw’ and ‘the grudge’ scare you easily? "the grudge" is a fucking awesome movie (think i've only seen the second, tho), but i'm not a "saw" fan. i just... eh, they're too bloody. to an exaggerated degree. and i don't like seeing people so scared. do you have an ipod? how many songs are on it? yes, and over 1,000. i sometimes have to delete songs to make room for more. how do you get to school? i'm not in school anymore, but when i was, mom always drove me there. would you ever consider adopting a child with a severe mental illness? i don't really want to adopt period, but i don't know if hypothetically i would, but merely for the child's own well-being. i am seriously mentally ill, and because of this, i don't really know if i'm capable of raising said child in a completely healthy environment. gas prices...first thought? lower than they used to be, at least. i remember when they were over $4.00 favorite non sexual thing to do with girl/boy? play two-player video games together. :D

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