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heyyyyyy nixie!!!! how are you?
i've missed randomly stopping in to admire the cats on your blog, hit you with a string of incoherent nonsense, and then disappear again. in fact, i've missed it so much that i've come to do just that <3
so,,,,, if you saw me ask cass these same questions, don't think about it. in fact, forget you saw it at all because it makes this soooo much more mysterious,,,,,, i have some random yet specific questions for you to answer. they will make some semblance of sense in approximately 14-21 business days, i promise.
what is your favorite food?
favorite color?
favorite song(s)?
favorite tv show/movie?
favorite book genre?
favorite hobby?
do you have any random habits?
what is your love language (when it comes to giving and receiving)?
what is one thing that you think you’re just incredibly amazing at? (the more random the better, asdfghjklkjhgfd)
what is one thing we should never entrust you to do/complete?
what languages do you speak/understand? are you currently learning any?
what is your ideal type when it comes to a romantic partner?
if you were getting a small tattoo (and I mean babie size) where would you get it?
is there anything simply iconic about you that you think the public ought to know?
anyway, ily bestie <3
OLIVE!! HI!!!
super glad to see you on my blog! i’m doing quite well, thank you very much! i’ve missed your presence so much, and like you, i’ve also been on and off in activity in this site due to personal busy-ness.
while i am a teensy bit curious, the questions do seem like such fun, so here are my responses after the cut:
1. i love love love sinigang! its this filipino soup that i’ve only ever tasted homemade, and boy it is delicious! this is a recipe that nearly every filipino household has memorized in their own little way, and it just reminds me of home
2. yellow :)
3. once upon a december from anastasia or alternatively, to mix it up, your ex lover is dead (final fantasy mix) by stars
4. ohh this question is hard. a recent fave of mine is the sound of magic which is constantly giving me brainrots every other day, but merlin is a show that will constantly live in my heart!
5. classic literature! i love all types, but gothic literature is particularly interesting to me. also love fantasy!
6. my favorite hobby is crocheting and knitting! i group them together as they are essentially the same fiber art, just different methods to create v similar things
7. i sing random opera notes when i’m nervous lol ( not particularly good at it, but somehow vibrato and high notes are unlocked in those occasions )
8. i give love through gifts! my go-to gift is to crochet a tiny heart stress plushie for people and ahh theyre and i get so happy giving them. i love sharing food or even just odd things i find. as for receiving, i am such a sucker for words of affirmation. heartfelt silly notes my beloved <3
9. i am practically an expert at untangling yarn and knots by now. after being into the fiber arts for about three years, its safe to say i’ve done it far too much.
edit: i forgot to mention this before, but proud to say that one of my weirdest best talents is that i can accurately mimic a goat sound. in addition to this, i can make rlly weird sounds out of this and shift the vowels so it just sounds really odd and cursed 😭. its hard to explain— but its my favorite trick to show off and make people laugh in confused horror
10. i am known for being one of the biggest hazard myself. i am super clumsy, and my sense of self preservation is usually thrown out the window when it comes to tasks that are physically taxing. in addition to this, my fatal flaw is perhaps my un-athleticism
11. other than english, i’m understand tagalog! it is my first language, and while i don’t speak it much, i understand it fluently. as for learning, i’ve been studying french for two years now, however i am far from fluent (yet).
12. ooh this is an interesting question! i haven’t had a non-fictional crush in a while hah so its more difficult to narrow down a specific type. besides the general criteria ( like not being an asshole ), overall, i just look for someone who is really sweet and caring! being smart is also a big plus for me, as i would like someone whom i can share my academic interests with. and i’d prob like someone who is a tad more extroverted than me to balance my reservedness. think golden retriever energy.
13. i would prob get one below my ear on my neck. i feel like its a cool enough place, and i can always hide it with my hair or makeup if necessary.
14. i am like halfway through owning a small business hah. at the moment, i’ve just been selling locally through crochet/knit commissions, but i am in the process of expanding to online! and, for anyone who is a mutual and interested, i might share my public insta acc for it via dm if you pinky promise not to share it linked to my tumblr ( it has semi - personal info )
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Hello, I’m Little. I also go by August. Whatever suits your fancy, lol.
To start off, my pronouns are He/Him, 🍄/🍄self, & ⭐️/⭐️self. I’m an adult (so if any minors feel uncomfortable please do not be afraid to not int), I am Polyamorous and I identify as Queer. I apologise if that label is a bit uncomfortable for you. Unless you’re a TERF. TERFs are unwelcome here.
No DNIs we die like men /lighthearted.
But on a SERIOUS note, I accept ALL GOOD FAITH IDENTITIES. Don't like? Don't follow. I reserve the right to block who I want. Just don't be an exclusionist asshat and we're good, ok?
(If you need clarification, that means pedos, TERFS, Transrace, Transage, RadQUEER, ect are not welcome here. Radinclus (different to RadQUEER) people however ily cmere have some soup.)
My Sideblogs
@fog-stalker - Dead by Daylight askblog, Plague & Ghostface muses, inactive
@flowers-n-felines - Jojo's Bizarre Adventure blog, selfshipping centered, doubles as a minor askblog for my self insert
@the-roost-newspaper - A Minecraft SMP blog for the Cubekids Server, inactive
Indexed Tags
[Want to find something? These might help]
#💕.txt - Text tag
#PLAY GAME - Mixing pot of various game screenshots and bullshit I pull in video games
#💖 keep - Posts I want to reference back to
#Genderpile - My personal collection of genders that I find across this site.
#My xenos - Any genders I coin/co-coin [Alternatively, click the masterpost link to the xenos list below]
Masterposts
Xenogender coining post || I put ALL of the genders I tend to coin/co-coin here. Go wild.
That about wraps it up pretty much. I will leave off with a preface I reblog gif heavy and flashing heavy stuff sometimes.
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😎 fic writer interview 😎
thank u for tagging me @carryonsimoncarryonbaz and @bazypitchandsimonsnow and @fight-surrender 🥺🥺 ily guys thank u so so much 💘💘💘
Name: raegan!! some cute bitches on here call me rae which i also like. im thinking about going by casey at some point too so any are sexy and work for me 🐸
Fandoms: omg carry on is my main one have u guys heard of it???? its literally amazing 🤩 i also am majorly slutty for captive prince and the raven cycle 💕💕 but um currently i am tiddies deep in the haikyu!! fandom its kind of crazy 🤡 i watched it at the beginning of quarantine and it took over my entire life. i probably wrote over 30-40k words of random haikyu fics over the summer but i didn't post anything so they just live in a 90 page google document on my laptop 🤪 i also wrote a bit for hunter x hunter and demon slayer. carry on anime stans PLEASE interact 😩😩 i also read a shit ton of webcomics and manhwas so 👀 @milo-fanarts this bitch knows
Where you post: ao3, that sexy drop dead gorgeous love of my life fanfic site 🥵🥵 i also throw my shit on ffn for absolutely no reason except clout. i haven't read anything on there in a Century
Most popular one-shot: uhhhhh Baz's Willpower Vs. Black Leggings has that spot in the bag. it was very fun to write and takes place while they're still at watford for extra flavor. im glad its my most popular one-shot hehe
Most popular multi-chapter: literally the fic i wrote most recently 🤪 you're coming down, i'm warming up. its definitely the fic im most proud of AND it has TWO super sexy pieces of fanart for it i literally scream and pass out every time i look at them. (@lotus-of-light @wunder-kin) two chapters are t and function as a whole fic and then the third chapter is e and is bonus material pretty much 💋
Fic you were nervous to post: uhhhhh probably the last chapter of that one ^^^ bc it was my first time posting smut lmaooooo. but my darling smut beta @milo-fanarts helped me knock that shit out 😎 plus the comments ive gotten on that chapter have all been sooo nice and positive so i think it worked out 😎
How do you choose your titles: my clown brain. occasionally some songs. or i go bother @bazypitchandsimonsnow and @lifeasafail
Do you outline: sorta!! sometimes ill scribble shit in a notebook or my notes app
Do you take prompts: i used to!!!! but um college drains me of my energy and life force like a BITCH so i haven't written anything since before school started :/ not very cash money at all. i am however taking a slutty gap year and getting a full time job since im finishing my associates degree this year so i want to write LOTS on my year off 😈 will probably open prompts up again
Complete: everything on my ao3!!!
In progress: well ive probably got like 3 or 4 LONG fics that i started and never finished rotting in my google docs rn so im hoping to get to those....at some point. im more excited abt the au ive screamed to @milo-fanarts too much abt 👀👀 there are also some longer anime fics i wanna write too so i guess we'll just have to see 😩😩
a big sexy shoutout to @lifeasafail bc she's not only read and helped me edit like all of my snowbaz writing but is also like the one person who has read almost of ALL of the anime shit i churned out over the summer. girl we need some help that shit was crazy.
idk who's been tagged yet im a mentally ill ghost these days akebjwshd ummm @lifeasafail @makedonsgriva @lotus-of-light @theflyingpeach @adamarks @maddy-does @satsukii and of COURSE anyone whose eyeballs read this. tag me tag me tag me i want 2 see 👁👁
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Sleep
Cliff Booth x reader
Word Count: 2.2 (OKAY WOW)
Warnings: insomnia, passing out,
Author’s Note: Everything I write for Cliff (and brad at this point wow) makes me so damn happy and I just think they’re my best work so here’s this and I am REALLY hoping you like it as much as I do because CLIFF!
Requested: by anon, My goodness, you're killing me with all your writing! 😍 I have finally watched Once Upon a Time, and I have been hit HARD by Brad. What about a Cliff Booth x actress and insomniac reader? They know each other bc she works on a lot of the same shows and movies as Rick, and she's always with him during breaks or scenes without her. Her usual lack of sleep gives her more time to really learn her lines and character, and nobody but Cliff knows the real reason why she's such a great actress? (1/2)She only ever catches a wink of sleep when she's around Cliff, nodding off against him during lunch. He worries for her, but won't say anything in fear of losing these moments, until one day she faints on set? Tysm and ily 😭 (2/2)
Summary: the request!
Genre: FLUFFF
(not my gif) (again the banner was made by @mychemicalimagines :) )
You sat beside Rick, brushing a piece of hair out of your eyes and then wiping the sleep out of your eyes.
“You ready Y/L/N?” one of the interviewers asked and you nodded, forcing a smile onto your face. You were dead tired but you knew that promo was easier than acting out the grueling scene you had to do later after lunch anyway so you forced yourself to enjoy this moment.
“Yeah I’m good. You ready Dalton?” you asked, hitting his arm. He gave you a genuine smile and shrugged.
“Ready as I’ll e-ever be.”
The interviewer began to roll the camera and you smiled at it as he introduced the two of you as thought the watchers didn’t already know who you were.
“This is Rick Dalton and Y/N Y/L/N, Hollywood stars who often share many projects together like the one they are both starring in now, Moonlight Kisses. What is it like working with someone you know so closely so often Rick?” the interviewer asked, a smile plastered on his face. You snorted at the insinuation that you and Rick were closer than friends. You did work on projects together often but that was because you shared taste in movies and in stunt doubles. You loved his, Cliff, and whenever you got the chance to work with him you would. The three of you had become quite close over time.
“Well, she’s a wonderful scene partner but I t-think she prefers scenes with my s-stuntman Cliff,” he joked and you smiled at his honesty. Cliff, who was a few feet off camera watching the two of you chuckled a little to himself. The interview made a big show of his laughter and you strained a tired smile.
“Is that true Y/N?”
“That I adore his stuntman? Hell yeah, Cliff gets me through the day but I would be lying if I said Rick wasn’t fun to work with too,” you said, smiling over at Rick and Cliff.
“And how do you get into character? With working with similar people and all?” the interviewer asked, addressing you. You laughed, thinking about the late sleepless nights you spent grueling over characters because you couldn’t sleep. You had bad insomnia and when you got the chance to invest more in a role you got it. Granted, the only person you had told that to was Cliff.
“You know, the regular stuff. Looking over the script with a fine tooth comb and talking with my boys,” you said, gesturing to Rick and Cliff.
The interview lasted a little longer and then you were both free to get ready for lunch and the scene after lunch. You tried to do a lot of your own stunts and you had to do some stuff with Cliff after lunch that you weren’t sure you could handle. You knew you were safe but still, you didn’t understand how your friend was so fearless.
You got off of the interview chair and was swarmed with hair people who wanted everything to be right after lunch. You however had already decided to make a beeline over for Cliff and he was waiting, holding your bag of lunch and his.
“Can we do this a little later? I gotta grab some stuff first,” you told your hair lady, Gina. She gave you a look but when she saw Cliff approaching you she backed off. Everyone knew Cliff and Y/N time was time to be uninterrupted.
“Come right after you finish eating.”
“I promise.”
She went away and you walked over to Cliff. You grabbed your bag out of his hand and he threw his arm around you, holding most of your weight.
“If I had a nickel every time you or Rick brought me up in an interview,” he muttered as you walked together to your trailer. You rolled your eyes and had a genuine smile grace your face.
“We like you, what can I say.”
You forced the door open and Cliff sat down at your corner bed and you sat beside him. He wrapped his arm around you, turning on your radio and letting the lights music travel through the room.
You didn’t last long before your head was in his lap. You told him you had every intention of eating and being ready for the scene after lunch but he brushed your hair once and you were out.
Cliff didn’t tell you but he often worried about you. You only ever slept when he was around for whatever reason and he enjoyed having that honor but he wanted you to be healthy, especially with how hard your work was sometimes.
Your even breathing on his lap made him sigh and he brushed your hair back, making circles into your back. He thought about how often you did this at lunch, falling asleep on his shoulder if you were at lunch outside, cuddling into his side. It was the highlight of his day, those moments with you.
But still, he wanted you to sleep at night not just whenever you got the chance on set. It was what made you such a great actress but he was confident you would still be great if you got a regular healthy sleep schedule.
It wasn’t 30 minutes later when there was a hard knock on the door that woke you up. Cliffs hawian shirt was over your body and as you sat up and walked over to the door you held it close to you, causing him to smile a little to himself.
Gina came crashing in, swearing and swinging her hair dryer.
“I told you to come when you finished lunch 15 minutes ago. Cliff you need to go get changed to,” she ordered and you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, nodding. Cliff stood up and you went to hand him his shirt but he shook his head.
“Keep it, I’ll grab it after the scene.” You nodded, smiling at him. He kissed your forehead and was gone, going to get changed. Gina sat you down on the hair and make-up chair and groaned, fluffing your tangley hair from sleep.
“I don’t know why you don’t just sleep with that man,” she muttered, still obviously angry that you hadn’t gotten her for her to do your hair. You rolled your eyes.
“Gina, he wouldn’t want to-”
“This is his shirt yes? And he just kissed you on the forehead yes? He brings you lunch everyday, lets you fall asleep on him when he has conversations, never spends a moment he has spare with anyone else, yes?” You purse your lips and shrugged. She started brushing out your hair.
“I’ll have to live through this stunt if I wanna ever ask him out.” She let in a nervous breath.
“Yes.”
20 minutes later you were on set, getting ready to get in the car with Cliff. He was going to drive you around a hard chase scene course that you and Rick had filmed his parts earlier. It was easier for you to really grasp the scene if you were scared while doing it. You trusted Cliff though.
You put your hands on the top of the car, looking at Cliff as he was about to get in.
“Drive safe huh?” you teased. He rolled his eyes and tilted his head forward.
“Yes ma’am.”
You got into the car together and he started it up. In action he was driving forward. You got into character, grabbing the window and looking outside of it as a camera followed close to your face.
“The damn cowb..” you felt your head get dizzy and tried to force yourself to finish the line. “Cow...cowboys..”
Cliff barely caught you as you fell limp, half out of the car and half in it. He stopped the car quickly and unbuckled you, forcing you back in the car.
“Y/N? Hey babe, come on,” he muttered, his worry increasing with each passing moment. He moved your face around but you were out.
Some people came in and then the doctors showed up, taking you to the on site infirmary. They gave you some fluids and placed you in the bed. Cliff and Rick were confined outside the room as the doctors did some tests, talking in the room, making both boys more worried then they ever had been.
One of the doctors came out and both Rick and Cliff and the majority of the cast and crew grew attentive to it.
“What’s wrong with her?” Cliff asked, voice laced with worry. The doctor sighed and looked back in the window at you in the bed, still out.
“Fatigue is what we’re guessing. We’ll know more when she wakes up.” Cliff let out a sigh of relief that was immediately taken over with guilt that he had let you do the scene in the first place.
“She has insomnia, she doesn’t get much sleep,” he explained to the doctor.
“You her husband?” Half the crowd snorted and Cliff was very aware of it but he ignored it.
“No, friend.”
“Ah well, if you could go through some things about her schedule with me it might help us treat her.” Cliff nodded and followed the doctor to your room. .
You woke up slowly, eyelids heavy as you looked around the room. You saw Cliff standing there with Rick and the director.
“You should have said she wasn’t sleeping-” the director was saying and you tried to sit up a bit to understand what was going on.
“Cliff?” The boys looked over and Cliff rushed to your side, getting on his knees beside your bed.
“I’ll get the m-med,” Rick announced and was gone.
“You can’t be putting yourself in that danger without sleeping Y/N,” the director chastised and you squinted at him.
“What happened?”
“You were hanging out the car and fuckin passed out,” Cliff grumbled. You raised an eyebrow and laughed a little.
“Damn. Did they get it on camera?” The director scoffed, annoyed.
“You need to sleep.”
“I do sleep thanks. Can you give me a moment?” you asked him and he thought about it before leaving you and Cliff alone. You let out a sigh of relief.
“He is right. We gotta figure something out, you gotta get some more sleep in babe,” he told you. You nodded, grabbed his hand as you noticed how worried he was.
“I know. I’m sorry I scared you.” He shook his head but you raised your hand and brushed it through his hair, smiling.
“Why don’t you get some rest? Those tests can wait.” You nodded, yawning. You felt deadly tired and knew if you were going to bounce back you needed to be rested more than usual.
“Can you stay?” You swallowed. “I sleep best with you there,” you said shyly. He smiled and nodded.
“Scoot over.” You moved to the side and he got into bed beside you. You put your head on his chest and eased into his touch as he put his arm around your back and began rubbing your back softly. He placed a long kiss on your head and his lips rested there after, making you recall the conversation you had with Gina earlier.
“Cliff?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.” His breath hitched.
“I love you too babe.”
You both smiled and you fell asleep peacefully then, having a better sleep than you had in years.
Cliff : @satanslov3r
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idk if ur going to see this but i hope ure doing well, please take care ! 💓
ur an angel on earth ty ty!! i hope ur well too 💝💝
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💍 👂 💤 📱 💻 🌀 👀 [ I'm sobbing u don't have to do them all ily babe ]
@its-altin-or-altout // icon meme – accepting!
send 💍 for my muse to find a box with an engagement ring in it.
Yuri had rushed back into the apartment to grab Otabek’s jacket while his boyfriend was busy packing the food they’d prepared for their evening picnic into the car. Truth be told, he’d wanted to ride the bike, but Otabek had said that there was no plausible way that they could do that if they wanted to eat.
The blond had then said that they could literally plan to watch paint dry and even then, he’d be happy with it, because he’d be with Otabek.
The other had gone a borscht red, then. And Yuri had grinned in satisfaction. He loved it whenever he got Otabek to blush- it was payback for all the times that the Kazhakstani had either intentionally or unintentionally said something extremely sweet or moving or downright smooth and got Yuri to blush so hard he was sure he was going to pass out.
As Yuri yanked the jacket off of the coat hanger by the door, a small clatter was heard, and the Russian quickly looked back to see a small box on the floor, currently propped open from its tumble. There was a long pause as the blond stopped dead in his tracks. In the middle of the box, held by silky, plush cushioning, was a diamond ring.
His eyes widened as he crouched down, his hands shaking as his fingers brushed against the deep, sapphire blue velvet ring box. This must’ve cost Otabek a fortune… but it was absolutely beautiful. His other hand was clasped against his mouth, his heart thrumming with so much energy it was like he’d been hit with a live-wire, tears beginning to prick at his eyes. Quickly, Yuri drew in a sharp breath and closed the box with a snap as he jammed it back into the pocket of the leather jacket.
There was no way in hell Yuri was going to be able to keep his mouth shut about this. He felt bad, because it would’ve been a total surprise, but… even so, he knew that he’d end up acting just the same whenever Otabek proposed anyway. Except, when he did, Yuri wouldn’t have to hide his tears of joy or keep himself from kissing his boyfriend. The Russian wiped his tears away and sniffed, walking back outside, doing his best to appear none the wiser.
“Ready to go, Beka?” He asked, handing over the jacket. Yuri didn’t miss the subtle movement of his beloved checking for the box in the pocket.
Otabek looked at him with such adoration in his eyes as a loving smile graced his features. “Yeah.” He said, tightening his grip on his jacket.
send 👂 to overhear my muse talking about yours.
It’d been the first time Otabek was meeting his grandpa. Yuri had been extremely nervous, since he’d never brought around any friends before. Mainly because he didn’t have any. His grandpa had practically welcomed the idea of bringing Otabek over for dinner with open arms, much to Yuri’s surprise. He supposed that the old man was just happy that he was bringing someone over.
“Oi, boy, is your friend allergic to anything?” His grandpa had grunted from the other end of their call.
“I don’t think so.” Yuri said, before turning back to look at where he’d left Otabek, sitting on the park bench not that far off. “I’ll ask him, okay?”
“I want your friend to be treated well, Yurachka. It’s not every day you bring someone over to meet me.” At that, Yuri’s cheeks went red.
“Yeah, well… he’s… important.” Yuri mumbled, fighting the blush that was rising to his face. “He’s a good friend.”
His grandpa laughed. “He must be, otherwise my Yurachka wouldn’t be so eager to bring him around.” There was a pause, and Yuri could tell his grandpa was smiling on the other end. “Any good friend of my grandson’s is a good friend of mine, Yuri. You have nothing to worry about.”
“Yeah, well, you were the one worrying about ‘treating him right’ and all that crap, so don’t get smart with me.” Yuri retorted. “We’ll see you tonight, okay? Take it easy… don’t blow out your back again.”
“Not to worry, Yurachka.” And with that, the call ended. Yuri locked his phone with a click and turned around. He could see Otabek smiling as he approached the other boy. Yuri silently wondered if he had overheard the conversation he’d been having with his grandpa.
“Wanna go get ice cream?” He asked, sitting down on the bench and swinging his feet back and forth.
“Sure.”
send 💤 for my muse to say something about yours in their sleep.
Yuri had come home after a long day at practice, throwing his bag aside as he slumped onto the couch. Being a world champion wasn’t an easy title to defend, especially with so many others trying to claw for their last chances at earning some titles before retirement. The apartment felt a lot emptier when his boyfriend wasn’t here. Especially since today was Yuri’s birthday. Otabek was currently away, practicing elsewhere in the world and he’d apologized dozens and dozens of times about not being able to be there with Yuri to celebrate.
Yuri said he didn’t care, he was fine with having Otabek in his life and that was enough. Even if they were timezones apart, they both tried their best to call each other as much as possible without interfering with their schedules. Of course, despite that, Yuri’s heart still ached whenever he came home and buried himself into the covers, trying to catch Otabek’s scent. Even if he’d said he was fine with Otabek not being here on his birthday, Yuri was now finding that he was definitely not fine.
The blond hadn’t gotten any messages from his boyfriend all day. Not even a simple, “Happy birthday.” At practice, it’d been nagging at him, so he flubbed a good amount of his jumps. Yuri was going to yell at him later about that. How was he expected to focus on skating if his mind was on Otabek the entire time?
Then again, his mind was always on Otabek.
Yuri checked his phone once more. No new notifications. Maybe his phone was just broken or something. But surely, if it were, Otabek would’ve called from someone else’s phone? Even a payphone, for crying out loud. Or messaged him on Twitter. It wasn’t as if they didn’t have ways of communicating without their phones. The blond threw his phone across the living room, and it landed with a small thump on the other end of the rug.
He was frazzled, his nerves frayed. He felt stupid, especially since he’d mocked Viktor for being such a whiny crybaby whenever Yuuri wasn’t around, and now here he was, about to do the same damn thing. He could already imagine Viktor or Yuuri, or, god forbid both of them, teasing him relentlessly about this. No, this could never see the light of day, lest he die of embarrassment.
Yuri drifted off to sleep, exhausted from practice and worrying about Otabek. However, said boyfriend was actually planning a surprise, currently taking a cab on his way to their apartment. When Otabek came home, he half-expected Yuri to jump at him the moment he put his keys into the door. However, when he came into the living room, he found his boyfriend splayed along the couch, legs partially tossed over the armrest of the couch while one of his arms was strewn out.
Otabek hadn’t the heart to wake up his boyfriend. He figured that it’d be best to let him have his rest and whenever he woke up, it’d be to a lovely surprise. The Kazakhstani skater grabbed a blanket and draped it over the blond, brushing his hair aside and then placing a chaste kiss on his forehead. Immediately, Yuri stirred and Otabek froze, hoping that he didn’t accidentally end up waking the other.
Instead, Yuri shifted a little and a tiny mumble left his lips. “Beka… where are you… stupid…” He murmured, turning onto his side and curling into himself. An adorable pout had formed on his features. Either he was dreaming or his stress from his waking moments had carried into his sleep. Poor Yuri. Otabek ran a hand through Yuri’s hair, like he always would whenever the other skater was stressed. It relaxed him like nothing else.
“Right here, Yura…” Otabek murmured. “Happy birthday, айналайын.”
send📱for a voicemail my muse left yours.
Yuri stared at his phone. He knew Otabek was mad with him, but he honestly couldn’t take this anymore. The call went straight to voicemail. The blond flopped back onto his bed, a cocktail of emotions welling up in his chest. Okay, well. He should’ve expected Otabek not to respond at the moment. Maybe he was at practice trying to get all of his frustrations out.
Picking up his phone again, Yuri stared at his reflection in the darkened screen. He looked pathetic. Sucking in a breath, the Russian dialed again, expecting the call to go to voicemail. Instead, he shakily muttered, “Hey, Otabek... I’m... I’m sorry about what I said earlier. Please call me back, okay? I... want to talk.” He could feel more words caught in his throat, refusing to move past his lips. There was an awkward pause at the end of the voicemail as Yuri debated saying anything more before he ended the call.
send 💻 for my muse’s reaction to your muse’s browser history.
Yuri stared at the page with wide eyes. It wasn’t as if he didn’t expect this, but... well. There was something to be said about how flustered this made him. Otabek’s browser history consisted of several videos of his previous programmes throughout the years. Even from his junior division days. He felt bad for peeking, but... his curiosity had gotten the better of him, and Otabek was currently in the shower. It wasn’t like he’d know that Yuri had looked through his computer a little bit.
However, he was surprised to see a link that- wait a minute. Was that...? Yuri hovered the mouse over the link.
No. Way.
http://yurisangels.co
What could Otabek possibly want to be doing on that shithole of a site? The Russian oddly didn’t feel as weirded out as he thought he might’ve felt, but... still. Yuri’s Angels? His avid, albeit somewhat creepy fanbase? His curiosity was itching at him, but Yuri could hear Otabek getting out of the shower and he quickly closed the window and jumped back onto the bed, pretending as if he’d been scrolling through Instagram the entire time.
Okay, well, if Otabek had secrets, so could he.
But he was definitely going to pester him about it... eventually.
send 🌀 for my muse’s reaction to getting stuck in a storm with yours.
Yuri buried himself deeper into the bundle of blankets they’d assembled to make a fort. Initially, the plan had been to make the most epic blanket and pillow fort known to man, but, as soon as the power went out, they’d come to the conclusion that setting up an unintended obstacle course in the dark would be a little hazardous. Especially since they had to light the dozens of aromatic candles that Otabek had, creating a strange mix of smells- all sweet and pleasant- drifting throughout the dim household.
“I’m sorry that we can’t do much.” Otabek murmured beside him. The blond blinked in surprise and rolled over on his side to face the other boy.
“Are you kidding me?” Yuri asked incredulously. “I’d rather be here with you than at home by myself. At least I can talk to you about how shitty this storm is.” Otabek laughed and the blond swore up and down that he’d never get tired of that laugh. Yes, he’d much rather be here, buried under a dozen blankets, only having candlelight, with his best friend.
Yuri scooted closer to the other boy, his smile matching the other’s. “If you’re not having fun, we can always do something else...” He murmured mischievously. Unaware of the devious idea in Yuri’s mind, Otabek simply cocked his head curiously, only to suddenly jerk in surprise as small, nimble hands started to race along his sides and tickle him.
There was nothing greater than the spark of sworn revenge in Otabek’s playful eyes.
send 👀 for the moment my muse realized they’re in love with yours.
It’d happened when Otabek had taken him out for a ride on his bike to a local wildlife reserve. It’d been a stupidly sappy idea, but Yuri had accepted anyway, because anything beat sitting at home with Viktor and Yuuri being all over each other like the disgusting domestic couple they were. Not to mention that at this time of year, it was grossly humid and no matter what, Yuri was consistently in a bad mood because of it. Except whenever he was skating at the cold, cold, cold rink.
Otabek picked him up right as the weather was really starting to heat things up. They’d driven for awhile, the park being a ways out, but Yuri didn’t mind that at all. He loved being on the bike. Something about it made him feel at peace. They’d spent a lot of time wandering throughout the reserve, walking along trails and talking about just about anything that came to mind. They’d sat down by the lake and skipped rocks. The heat was sweltering. That’s when Yuri had the grand idea of rolling up his pants and going knee-deep into the water.
Otabek had joined him, which resulted in a silly water-fight, with the both of them splashing the other until they were soaking wet, but at least they’d remedied themselves from the heat, only if temporarily.
As they stepped out of the water, hair and clothes soaking wet, that’s when it’d hit him, as Otabek ran a hand through his dripping locks and gave him one of his genuine smiles, of which, Yuri was sure were always reserved for him and him only. His heart stuttered in his chest, a collection of scattered pieces suddenly clicking into place.
“Well, I suppose that’s one way to cool off.” Otabek had said, grinning.
A tingle ran up his spine, and Yuri smiled back. “Yeah, I suppose.”
Later, as they were riding back, having waited until the heat dried them off, although, Yuri’s hair was still damp. The blond wrapped his arms a little tighter around Otabek’s waist, his cheek pressed against the other’s back as he smiled uncontrollably.
Fuck, I’ve got it bad.
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