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i’m not over my ex. here. relive this with me.
There’s this football player. Very popular. Very hot. Very smart. He’s a golden boy. I was in math class with him, and he realized I was smart. He asked me for help. Jokes on him, I didn’t understand the lesson. So then he taught it to me. So then why did he ask me for help if he knew how to do it?
Fast forward to later that night. I had a bottle of Tito’s in my bag but no one to drink it with. I walked in, by myself, to this high school party. I saw a casual friend or two, and I drink with them. I was kind of confident now. Feeling myself, it was good. It was fun. I was lonely, I planned on hooking up with a boy that’s very under my league. It was easier that way, shooting expectations low.
The football guy added me on snap. Called me, too. Huh.
“what’s up” I sent it. I animatedly told everyone around me the situation, they thought it was cute. Aw, the girl got a little more attention than usual. That was what they thought. That was what I thought.
“accident haha” he replied.
“dude dw abt it”
We were sending photos back and forth now. I was sending photos of me having fun, because, well, I was.
“you look like you’re having fun” he snapped a photo
“yea i am how abt u”
“yeah u at a party?”
“yes u should come”
“are you sure”
“yes come!”
“okay!”
Oh. Wait. I just, alright yeah no I just invited a really hot popular football guy to a party and he was now going to come.
I was enjoying my night. I was on the rooftop deck, and I was kind of cold, so I headed downstairs.
There he was. Right down the beginning of the stairs. He didn’t see me yet, he was looking for me. The nerves were electrifying, they’re coming back right now just thinking about it.
I threw my nerves out the door. I called out his name, big smile on my face. I was happy, after all.
Promised to get him some alcohol in his system. We took shots together, no chaser. The birthday girl’s mom was glaring at us do it.
People were leaving now. I grabbed his hand in the most casual way so he didn’t lose me in the crowd. I’m classy, mind you.
We were outside. Where do we go now?
One of my friends, M, was outside. She was designated driver, but her friends weren’t answering.
Him and I made eye contact after realizing this.
“Just take us,” I called out to her, laughing. His hand was still on mine, no crowd to be seen.
“Yeah, come on,” his charm was definitely up a notch with that one.
She looked at both of us, ready to have the night of our lives, “Okay. Okay.”
Him and I were in the backseat. Music is playing.
Let me set the scene a little bit.
I was supposed to do a very bad thing to myself a week prior. Due to certain circumstances, I backed out. I wasn’t living for anything at this point. But now.
He’s smiling with me. Arm around my waist, we’re laughing and yelling like little kids. Blinding Lights is blasted. The streets are empty, there are the friday night street lights.
He’s facing me with his eyes all scrunched up with the most obnoxious kissy face I’ve ever seen. C’mon, it had to be kissed.
His hands are large around my waist. His smile, his laugh, everything is so easy. We’re making out in the back of her car. The car stops and starts, everytime I slip a little off his lap, he catches me.
His friends call him, messing up the aux. He looks at me, “yeah I’ll just.. talk to them later.” Doesn’t answer them.
His playlist mirrors mine exactly. Same taste. Same music. His lips are on mine, light taste of vodka.
M parks the car in a McDonalds parking lot. She walks out the car without hesitation.
“Do we go with her,” I can feel guilt between the both of us, she’s really been doing the absolute most.
“Yeah, I feel like we should,” he says it, but his body looks like it wants to stay.
“Let’s play rock paper scissors,” I smile at him, “you’re yes, I’m no.” He agrees.
I determine a lot of things with rock paper scissors. Things that shouldn’t be determined from rock paper scissors.
I throw out a paper-shaped hand.
He throws out his hand, fingers spread apart and grabbing mine. With a smile, he laughs, “C’mon.”
His fingers interlace mine and pull me in the car.
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EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING
Kaminari got him to wear the shirt
okay thats it have a nice day
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wouldnt it be adorable if yurio goes thru puberty and he just tries to talk to viktor and yuuri and they just laugh at him as his voice would crack and he'd just yell at them
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Deku and Kacchan have had a lot of fights recently ;)
(I thought about this shitty situation after watching a Brazilian show called “Vai Que Cola”)
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Hi Nikki! Will you ever draw something like Disney!AU Yuri!!! on Ice? Like Tarzan-Yurio/Jane-Beka? I know you've been asked ti stop but it'd be sooooo great content *-* Still huge fan of yours and all of your works 💖💖💖💖
Ohh that’s a good question, my dear!! *0* I already think about a Disney au, like the otayuri Hercules au by Lumorie, that was really cool, cause i love Hercules au and it combined very well with Otayuri! ♥
Tarzan-Yuri and Jane-Beka, omggg!! I just have so much ideas righ now! *^* I’ve tought to make a Mulan au, Peter Pan au, but yeah Tarzan is on list now xD
But I really think about Tangled too, cause i’ve watched this movie recently and I just thought about OtaYuri everytime in every scene (Even their appearances are similar to Yurio and Otabek!) my god \*^*/
But i still thinking about, if someone give me more ideas… =w=/ hehehe
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JUST PRESS PLAY AND UNMUTE THIS YOU WILL THANK ME
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The Boyfriend Shirt returns
From literally episode one:
Seriously do these two even own their own clothes anymore or do they literally just share? I mean I’m personally cool with them just sharing but whatever
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phichit is the most pure and precious sunshine, he just wants everyone to be happy and for there to be sunshine and rainbows and hamsters and for everyone to love skating
please appreciate phichit chulanont
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“I shall call him squishy
and he shall be mine.
He shall be my squishy.”
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PROTECT THIS SMOL RUSSIAN CHILD AND HIS GENUINE SMILE 2K16
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