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prettysei-remade · 8 years

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Otayuri Week 2017: Day 6

Prompt: Pair Skate or Rivalry

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It started with an innocent selfie on Instagram.

Well, two selfies on Instagram.

One on Yuri's account, of him and Otabek, sitting on the couch in their apartment, heads pressed together.

And one on Victor's account, of him and Yuuri, standing side-by-side on the ice.

The whole problem stemmed from the captions, actually.

Both Yuri and Victor had used the hashtag #worldsgreatestcouple on their posts, completely coincidentally (*cough* Victor's a copycat), and now everyone is fighting in the comments over who's really the world's greatest couple.

Some of their reasoning is fucking weird, too. Like, someone just called him and Otabek “grumpy cat children.” What does that even mean, and… why?

Yuri groans and shoves his phone into his pocket, zipping up the rest of his jacket with probably too much force.

“Yurio, what's the matter?”

Yuri looks at Victor, standing across the locker room with that goddamn grin on his face, and rolls his eyes.

“Your stupid Instagram post is making all our fans go nuts,” he says.

Victor nods.

“Ah, yes, the hashtag,” he says thoughtfully. “Honestly, I didn't even notice we used the same one until all the comments started coming.”

Yeah, right.

“There is a way to quiet them, though,” Victor continues, and… oh no, there's that fucking gleam in his eye that he gets whenever he has a horrible idea.

“Do I even want to know?”

Victor ignores him.

“I propose a contest!”

“... a contest?”

“It's fairly simple, really. We'll post some pictures of ourselves with our lovers - ”

“Lovers?”

“ - on Instagram, and not tell anyone why until it's over. Whoever gets more likes by the end wins!”

Yuri is reluctantly intrigued. Any opportunity to beat Victor and Katsudon at something is worth consideration.

“The end of what? How long are you planning on this thing going - if we agree?”

Victor hums.

“Tomorrow's Monday,” he says. “We could start then, and go until Friday.”

“But what if one of us has more followers, or something? Wouldn't that make it unfair?”

“I'm pretty sure we're evenly matched there. And a lot of our followers overlap, anyway.”

Yuri considers this for a minute.

“What does the winner get?”

Victor grins.

“Bragging rights! And the knowledge that they are the greatest couple in the world!”

Is he serious? Does he honestly expect Yuri to agree to this just for the sake of his pride?

… Maybe Victor knows him better than he thought.

“Fine,” Yuri grumbles. “One week, starting tomorrow.”

…

“Yuri, I understand you want to win this, but do we really have to take a selfie every hour?”

Yuri scrolls through the filters and replies without looking up at Otabek.

“Victor didn't say anything about the number of pictures allowed. The more we post, the more likes we get. It's science, or some shit.”

Otabek huffs and skates away to resume practice on his short program.

It's not like Victor isn't doing the same thing. All of their followers are getting a kick out of the sudden increase in posts per day, but none of them know why it's happening. Both Yuri and Victor haven't said a word to anyone other than Otabek and Yuuri.

The number of likes is too close to tell at the moment, but Yuri is sure there'll be a clear lead by the middle of the week.

…

Yuri knows it's playing dirty to get the cat involved, but really, Victor should know what he's up against.

“Why does Roza have to be in the picture?”

Yuri scoops up the cat and shoves her into Otabek's arms.

“Because cats,” he explains patiently, “always get more likes.”

“But isn't this supposed to be about us as a couple?”

“The picture isn't of Roza,” Yuri reasons. “It's of us, featuring Roza. Besides, I’m pretty sure Maccachin was in the background in at least seven of their pictures.”

“I don't think that's the same - ”

“Beka, do you really want to lose to them because you're hung up on the semantics?”

That shuts him up. He would never admit it, but Yuri knows Otabek wants to win just as much as he does. Yuri rolls his eyes.

“Now, just hold the cat, and let me take this fucking selfie.”

…

By Friday morning, Yuri has posted more pictures in five days than he did the entire month before the contest started.

“Isn't everyone going to be suspicious when you suddenly stop posting fifteen times a day?”

Yuri drops his phone on the pillow and looks at him.

“I explained this before, Beka,” he sighs. “We're going to tell everyone tomorrow, when we win. Everyone has to know that we beat them.”

Otabek sighs and rolls over to get out of bed.

“You're going to take twice as many today, aren't you?”

“Damn right.”

…

Victor is taking forever to add up his likes.

Yuri already finished his five minutes ago, with Katsudon looking over his shoulder to make sure he didn't cheat. Otabek does the same for Victor on the other end of the bench.

“If you don't hurry up, Yakov's gonna come screaming at us to get out of the locker room already,” Yuri scowls.

Victor raises a finger to his lips.

“Shh,” he whispers. “I posted a lot of pictures this week.”

“So did I, but it didn't take me ten years to count the likes.”

“Shh…”

Yuri rolls his eyes and boredly flips his phone in his hand.

“Done!”

Finally.

“Now, let's compare!”

Yuri shoves his paper towards the center of the bench, and Victor places his carefully down next to it.

All four of them hunch over to see whose number is higher.

No…

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Yuri exclaims.

Victor's eyes go wide.

“Are… are they…”

“Yes, they're fucking identical!”

Otabek winces and places a calming hand on Yuri's shoulder.

“At least we didn't lose,” he offers.

Yuri turns an icy glare in his direction.

“This is all your fault,” he snaps. “You should've let me put Roza in more than four of the pictures.”

A gasp is heard beside them.

“I knew you were doing that on purpose!” Victor accuses.

“Oh, like Maccachin wasn't in half of your selfies!”

“Purely by chance! It was bound to happen, we spend so much time around - ”

“Victor, Yurio, calm down,” Yuuri jumps in.

Victor stops talking immediately. Yuri rolls his eyes and grabs Otabek's hand.

“Come on, Beka, we're going,” he orders, and pulls him out of the locker room to leave.

As they exit the building, Otabek turns to look at him.

“You're not really that upset, are you?” he asks.

Yuri huffs.

“I'm just pissed,” he says. “I know we could've beat them.”

“Does it… does it really matter that much to you, to be named ‘world's greatest couple?’”

Yuri stares.

“I kind of forgot about that part, just now,” he admits. “To be honest, I was more focused on having more likes than their stupid pictures.”

Otabek sighs.

“Well, was it worth the collective hours you spent framing each shot perfectly and picking out filters?”

Yuri snorts.

“Kind of,” he says. “I mean, it was cool confusing everybody. And being forced to spend extra time with you.”

“Thanks.”

“No, seriously, it was… fun,” Yuri mutters. “Or something. You learned a lot about Instagram, didn't you?”

“More than I ever wanted to know.”

“Now, if you'd only use it once in awhile.”

Otabek smiles.

“Maybe,” he says vaguely.

…

otabek-altin #bestpetintheworld

Yuri smiles at the picture of Roza for a split-second before his stomach drops. He knows what's coming before he even scrolls down through the rest of his feed.

Sure enough.

y-katsuki #bestpetintheworld

“Beka, are you fucking trying to start another Instagram war?!”

#otayuri week 2017 #otayuri week #ruby writes #ruby originals #otayuri #fic

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shinoburei · 8 years

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Siempre seremos tú y yo-OtaYuri One shot

Siempre seremos tú y yo.

Cuando los ojos grises de Otabek se topan con los esmeraldas del rubio, una sonrisa se dibuja en su rostro y su corazón palpita con fuerza. El kazajo ha estado esperando toda la mañana y parte de la tarde por ese momento, detesta de gran manera que ambos vivan tan lejos y ser separados por tantos kilómetros, pero al mismo tiempo el azabache sabe que eso mismo convierte a cada encuentro en algo realmente valioso que será conservado para siempre en su memoria.

Sus brazos se abren y atrapa al rubio entre ellos cuando este prácticamente le brinca encima.

La añoranza ha sido demasiado grande, el kazajo quiere inundarse de su aroma, de su ser... de todo lo que es Yuri Plisetsky. De hecho, si ahora mismo estuviera en sus posibilidades nunca lo dejaría ir de sus brazos, y menos de su vida. Pero la realidad es bastante diferente, Yuri entrena en Rusia y es ahí donde se encuentra su única familia, por eso los deseos de Otabek son callados la mayoría del tiempo.

Han pasado dos años desde que su relación comenzó, Yura se ha convertido en un medallista y patinador que ha roto récords a diestra y siniestra a la par del Nipón de apellido Katsuki. Otabek , ha compartido el podio varias veces a su lado y si alguien le cuestiona como se siente al respecto puede contestar con seguridad que está sumamente orgulloso de eso, pero personalmente piensa que sin lugar a dudas su logro más grande es ser parte de la vida de Plisetsky.

Ahora mismo Yuri se encuentra de visita en su país ¿el motivo? celebrar su segundo aniversario como pareja y su cuarto como amigos. Otabek actualmente consta de 23 años, mientras el rubio apenas y roza los veinte, las cosas van lentas y a su tiempo, pero el kazajo es feliz con tan solo tener esos hermosos ojos esmeraldas monopolizándolo.

—Tu vuelo tardó más de lo esperado...—susurra. Lo aferra con más fuerza y luego de unos minutos se separa, no puede evitar regalarle una amplia sonrisa y toma su maleta mostrando cortesía. —Te he extrañado todo este tiempo... Yura...

—También te he extrañado Beka, esperé ansioso este día—proclama Yuri, Otabek nota el ligero carmesí en sus mejillas y Yuri se da cuenta de lo cursi que ha sonado. El sonrojo llega hasta sus orejas.

Otabek amplía su sonrisa al escuchar las palabras que provienen de los labios del rubio, el azabache ha aprendido con el tiempo que cualquier gesto que raye en la cursilería Yuri tratará de negarlo y prefiere no hacérselo notar.

Altin lo mima por varios minutos, le susurra lo mucho que también lo ha extrañado y lo invita a mirarlo a los ojos de nuevo.

El corazón de Yuri se acelera cuando sus jades y las ágatas de Otabek nuevamente chocan.

El sonrojo llena los ojos del kazajo y le parece encantador. Otabek toma a Yuri de la mano y juntos caminan a la salida del aeropuerto. No ha traído su motocicleta porque le parece innecesario y sobre todo porque el equipaje es un problema, sin embargo, ha rentado un auto que le hará más fácil la vida a ambos al menos en ese recorrido. Cuando caiga la noche y salgan de paseo, la motocicleta será por supuesto la elección de Otabek y el Rubio, quien adora la adrenalina.

Otabek mete las maletas a la cajuela y regresa para abrazar nuevamente a Yuri, deja un beso en su frente y le abre la puerta mostrando galantería. Yuri se sonroja por segunda vez y aquello lo llena de gozo, una pequeña risa escapa de sus labios y suspira. Está cansando y tiene hambre, pero la espera ha valido definitivamente la pena.

Al tener a Yuri en el asiento, Otabek le coloca el cinturón y sin más se dispone a abordar el asiento de al lado, toma sus gafas de sol, enciende el auto y por un momento extraña la adrenalina que le provoca su motocicleta al encenderla, pero no hay mucho que hacer al respecto.

—Yuuri y Viktor me han llamado hace una hora, estaban preocupados, deberías avisarles que has llegado—comenta en el primer alto con el que se cruzan, Otabek mira de reojo a Yurio y se da cuenta de lo mucho que ha crecido, no lo suficiente para alcanzarlo, pero no le falta demasiado, claro, su estatura es importante pero no es lo que más capta su atención, más bien, lo que se lleva el premio es lo mucho que el cabello del rubio ha crecido. Su mente por un momento lo compara con la seda pero, probablemente en esta ocasión, el cabello de Yuri ganaría en suavidad.

Otabek estira su mano para acariciar su rostro en un gesto sutil y al cambiar la luz, siguen avanzando con tranquilidad.

Arriban al departamento del azabache luego de aproximadamente veinte minutos.

Ambos se encuentran en la sala luego de subir las maletas y comer katsudon, por alguna razón desde que el azabache tiene memoria Yuri ha proclamado ese platillo como su favorito y aunque él no es amante del arroz, un sacrificio por su pareja es nada a comparación del amor que se tienen.

—Estoy cansado...—Yuri deja caer su cabeza en el hombro ajeno y Altin suspira. Entiende perfectamente que luego de un vuelo tan largo el rubio está agotado.

—¿Quieres dormir? Tenemos toda la semana que resta para salir—indica el de ojos grises. Yuri niega. —¿De verdad? —insiste y alza la ceja curioso ante la negación de lo evidente.

Yuri gruñe por lo bajo.

—Cállate Beka...—Otabek suelta una pequeña carcajada, Yuri frunce el ceño y se remolinea contra su brazo como si se tratara de un gato. —Lo que quiero decir... Es que estar aquí contigo es suficiente.

Todo se queda en silencio por alrededor de un minuto, ambos son capaces de escuchar su corazón latir, no están seguros si es el propio o el ajeno, pero al menos ambos aseguran algo: Laten al mismo tiempo como si se tratara de una sola entidad.

—Yura...—Otabek le llama con voz serena, se separa del cuerpo de Yuri y lo toma de la barbilla con delicadeza, Plisetsky desvía sus orbes y la sincronización de sus corazones se termina, los latidos de su corazón se han disparado a velocidad luz. El carmín inunda por tercera vez en el día los pómulos del ruso.

Yuri cierra los ojos y Otabek une sus labios en un roce, uno que anhela desde hace horas pero que no ha sido posible por diferentes razones.

Puede que su relación tenga dos años, pero ha sido un largo camino que recorrer para ambos, Otabek sabe que hoy en día la mayoría de las parejas tomaban las muestras de afecto como algo normal y que incluso el contacto físico se propiciaba mucho más rápido de lo esperado. No tiene nada en contra de ello, admira a cualquier persona que es capaz de dar ese importante paso de forma tan segura, pero si de algo ha sido consciente el azabache, es que el rubio no estaba ni está listo para ese paso.

Fueron doce meses completos de pura amistad. Cinco más para que Yuri se diera cuenta del interés romántico de Otabek. Y luego, al final, siete meses más para que este lo aceptara. El camino fue largo, pero aún no se había acabado.

Otabek recuerda la primera vez que se tomaron de las manos y como Yuri casi entra en un paro cardiaco, su primer abrazo… su primera cita y su primer beso, cada momento fue guardado en su mente y hoy en día los reproduce en su cabeza cada que su cuerpo y sus instintos le indican propasarse con el rubio.

—Beka...—Yuri lame el labio superior de Otabek, quien siente surgir un pequeño cosquilleo cuando escucha su nombre.

Por el bien de ambos el azabache lo separa de su cuerpo y le mira fijamente, no entiende por qué los ojos de Yuri brillan e incluso puede afirmar que ese tono esconde deseo.

Altin es empujado contra el sillón y Yuri se sube en su cadera.

—¿Qué? —reclama el rubio, sus labios se alzan y se alargan, también se pregunta si es que Otabek es demasiado tonto o inocente para darse cuenta de sus intenciones.

—Nada...— es su respuesta y Yuri en un arrebato lo toma con fuerza del cuello de la chaqueta.

—Beka... Tenemos dos años juntos—reclama. Otabek asiente y mira fijamente los esmeraldas, no entiende a dónde quiere llegar al rubio con este punto. —Entonces... ¿No quieres? —pregunta el ruso, Otabek alza la ceja confundido.

Yuri es su tesoro, no tiene que forzarse a nada, él puede esperar... Lo esperará toda la vida si es necesario.

—No quiero salir esta noche...

—Lo sé.

—Realmente no estoy cansado.

—Eso parece—menciona Otabek, estira su mano derecha para acariciar con sutileza el largo cabello del rubio.

Yuri entra en una faceta de desesperación que es incluso palpable “¿Por qué es tan tonto? ¿no lo nota? ¿me le tiro encima sin más?” un sin fin de preguntas inundan su mente.

Hace más de un año Yuri está preparado para ese gran paso y Otabek no hace siquiera el intento por propasarse ¡vamos! a lo más que han llegado fue a un beso asfixiante luego del “Cuatro Continentes” que dejó a Yuri deseoso por más y Beka, al igual que en esa ocasión, parecía no notarlo.

Está desesperado porque Altin es un caballero en toda la regla.

En un momento desesperado, Yuri ataca la boca ajena, empuja con torpeza su lengua contra el contrario, devora todo lo que tiene a su paso, no importa si la saliva se escapa de los labios de ambos, mucho menos si sus dientes chocan en varias ocasiones o sus bocas hacen ruidos extraños ante la fricción. Otabek deja ser a Yuri y se deja llevar por sus demandas.

Fiera... Mucha gente ha llegado a definir a Yuri como una, no sólo sobre el hielo si no en su vida diaria. Para Otabek no es más que un gato Serengeti* al que cuidar y amar. Sabe que Yuri es un guerrero, un soldado y que así debe mantenerse en la vida, pero quiere y desea que a su lado se deje consentir y amar como con nadie lo ha hecho.

—¡Carajo! —el rubio se separa por falta de oxígeno, sus ojos verdes observan al contrario y nota que sigue tan fresco como lechuga.

—¿No estas demasiado impaciente? —pregunta el kazajo, su dedo índice limpia la comisura del labio inferior con tranquilidad.

—Beka...

—No tienes que obligarte a nada, Yuri...yo

—¡Beka! —el ruso alza la voz, e interrumpe de forma abrupta al azabache, sus manos se convierten en puños y su cuerpo tiembla, esconde sus esmeraldas y declara apenas en un susurro: —Estoy listo.

—...—Otabek lo mira fijamente ¿listo para qué? se pregunta, y luego piensa que Yuri ha estado actuando demasiado raro desde que han llegado al departamento. Es un enigma.

El rubio aprieta los labios, aclara la garganta y se inclina hasta los labios ajenos, los besa de nuevo y sube hasta su oído, ha decidido que, si Otabek no entiende con esas palabras, se dará por vencido en esa ocasión.

—¿Quieres hacer el amor sí o no? —no podía ser más claro, ¿cierto?

El kazajo lo separa abruptamente de su cuerpo. ¿Lo que escucho es real? Está confundido, está... ¡¿Yuri acaba de preguntar lo que cree que preguntó?! Otabek es un hombre respetuoso, pero un hombre al fin y al cabo... tiene límites, pero Yuri acaba de romperlos...

—¿De verdad? —cuestiona. Yuri asiente, esconde el rostro en su cuello y lo abraza con fuerza.

—Estoy listo...

Otabek lleva a Yuri hacia la habitación.

Recuesta con cuidado al rubio en la cama, besa su frente, sus párpados y sus mejillas, coloca sus manos a cada lado de su rostro y besa finalmente esos labios, los cuales reciben a los ajenos con alegría y emoción. Otabek acaricia su mejilla y los mechones largos y dorados de su cabello que caen rebeldes a su alrededor, Yuri desliza sus dedos a la nuca contraría y la aferra, le suplica con la mirada que continúe y el kazajo entiende el mensaje de inmediato.

Los dedos del azabache se deslizan a los costados del ruso, alza su playera y de un tirón la saca, hace lo mismo con sus pantalones separándose posteriormente de Plisetsky para ejecutar movimientos rápidos y efectivos logrando retirar su propia prenda superior.

Yuri no puede evitar perderse en el cuerpo de su pareja...

El ruso no es el único que ha cambiado.

—Beka...—jadea el rubio cuando los delgados dedos de Otabek se deslizan por sus piernas y abdomen. Yuri piensa que las manos de Otabek son tan cálidas como la primavera y si él fuera hielo, moriría feliz derretido en ellas.

Un sin fin de sensaciones ahoga sus sentidos, se pierde en el calor y éxtasis que el contrario le hace experimentar. No es solo su voz pronunciando “Te amo” infinitamente ni el choque de pieles, no. Es Otabek desnudando y amando su alma para marcarla como suya.

Es tratado con delicadeza, amado con fiereza y tomado con suavidad...

Yuri nunca pensó que lograría amar a alguien con la locura que ama al kazajo, el amor era un cuento en el que no creía y que ahora se veía tan real que lo estremecía con cada beso que le era entregado. Fue sin duda una utopía alcanzable y un acontecimiento que jamás creyó vivir.

Lágrimas bajan por sus ojos cuando siente la presión de Otabek abriéndose paso en su interior.

—¿Te duele? —pregunta el contrario. Yuri niega y entierra sus uñas con fuerza en la espalda del azabache.

—Continúa... —susurra. Otabek toma el brazo ajeno y entrelaza ambas manos, luego de un tiempo, con algo de dificultad, logra entrar por completo en el rubio y gruñe satisfecho. No quiere dejarse llevar por sus instintos, necesita hacer sentir amado a Yura y eso está encima de todo, incluso de su propio placer.

Ambos unen sus labios y luego de unos minutos el rubio gime con fuerza cuando Otabek mueve sus caderas en un ligero vaivén.

Un estremecimiento recorre la espina dorsal de ambos y sus ojos se nublan de placer y sus almas se tiñen de deseo.

Ninguno de los dos puede ni quiere parar.

El amor es el testigo de la entrega de ambos, pero la necesidad y la pasión sobresalen en esa noche como protagonistas que buscan fundirse y expandirse en sus cuerpos sin miramientos.

Otabek coloca sus manos en la cintura del contrario y Yuri le enreda sus piernas en la cadera buscando un mejor ángulo. El vaivén de ambos se vuelve frenético, sus pulmones luchan por respirar adecuadamente y sus labios declaran los nombres en monosílabos que son imposibles de entender. Yuri es jalado y termina sentado sobre las piernas ajenas, las cuales se mueven y flexionan con fuerza, ayudando al empuje de ambos cuerpos para lograr llegar tan profundo en el rubio como le sea humanamente posible.

El ruso gime con fuerza cuando Beka llega a un punto en específico, no puede evitar morder los hombros del kazajo en busca de acallar los gemidos que quieren brotar de su garganta. Otabek enreda sus dedos en la nuca contraria y lo empuja hacia atrás, desea escuchar los gemidos de Yuri, pero cambia de parecer al ver esos ojos sumirse en la lujuria y sus labios hinchados y brillantes que lo invitan a besarlo.

—Más... Otabek...—jadea el rubio con un hilo de voz, los ojos grises se dilatan y embiste con fuerza el punto G del rubio, Yuri arquea su espalda y el vaivén que antes era desesperado se convierte en uno lento y preciso que arranca gritos y gemidos del ruso.

Otabek de deleita cuando Yuri tiembla en sus brazos, cuando el cuerpo contrario responde al suyo y esos labios gimen su nombre, es por eso que lleva su mano al miembro ajeno, estimulando y apretándolo al ritmo que lo penetra. Yuri gime y se mueve desesperado, en su vientre se acumula un calor inexplicable y sus ojos verdes liberan lágrimas por el placer que se apropia de su cuerpo y que le era desconocido.

Plisetsky alcanza el nirvana gimiendo con fuerza el nombre del kazajo, Otabek estoca dos veces más y la estrechez del orgasmo vívido de Yuri logra que se venga dentro del rubio casi con tres segundos de diferencia.

—Yura...—susurra Otabek con voz grave y baja, busca los labios ajenos con desesperación, sus dedos se enredan en los largos cabellos del ruso y poco a poco sin separarse van cayendo a la cama, sin fuerza. —Te amo...—musita Otabek, acaricia el cuello y la mejilla contraria, entonces admira la sonrisa de Yuri.

Una que sabe que sólo está reservada exclusivamente para él.

Yuratchka se siente amado, completo y feliz.

—También te amo, Beka...—menciona el rubio. Otabek se estira para tomar las sábanas y envolver el cuerpo de ambos en ellas, aferra a Yuri con fuerza y besa su frente. —Feliz aniversario...

—Feliz aniversario, Yuri...

Ambos ríen en la oscuridad, entrelazan sus manos y suplican al cielo que esa felicidad y amor que ha nacido en ambos dure por la eternidad.

Notas: No sé en que pensaba escribiendo esto, en serio que no, por cierto, me pueden encontrar como Shinobu Rei en todas las plataformas.

De antemano disculpen los errores ortográficos y gramaticales, escribí a lo bruto y casi en la madrugada, solo es una pequeña narración de estas dos cosas hermosas llamadas Otabek y Yuri <3 siempre he pensado que esos dos irán tan lentos que Yuri en algún momento se desesperaría, pero Otabek no lo notaría es raro, pero me gusta pensar que es así y bueno aquí Yuri es legal (¿???) XDD Ya no se ni lo que escribo a esta hora, disfrútenlo.

El OtaYuri es vida, es amor.

Los ama y observa Shinobu Rei.

#otayuri #fanfiction #oneshot #otabek x yurio #otabek altin #YURIO #yurio plisetsky #yuri on ice #otabek #romance #yaoi #fanfic español

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saudade-blogss-blog · 5 years

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Mona Roza, siyah güller, ak güller

Geyvenin gülleri ve beyaz yatak

Kanadi kirik kus merhamet ister

Ah, senin yüzünden kana batacak

Mona Roza siyah güller, ak güller

Ulur aya karsi kirli çakallar

Ürkek ürkek bakar tavsanlar daga

Mona Roza, bugün bende bir hal var

Yagmur igri igri düser topraga

Ulur aya karsi kirli çakallar

Açma pencereni perdeleri çek

Mona Roza seni görmemeliyim

Bir bakisin ölmem için yetecek

Anla Mona Roza, ben bir deliyim

Acma pencereni perdeleri çek..

Zeytin agaçlari sögüt gölgesi

Bende çikar günes aydinliga

Bir nisan yüzügü, bir kapi sesi

Seni hatirlatiyor her zaman bana

Zeytin agaclari, sögüt gölgesi

Zambaklar en issiz yerlerde açar

Ve vardir her vahsi çiçekte gurur

Bir mumun ardinda bekleyen rüzgar

Isiksiz ruhumu sallar da durur

Zambaklar en issiz yerlerde acar

Ellerin ellerin ve parmaklarin

Bir nar çiçegini eziyor gibi

Ellerinden belli oluyor bir kadin

Denizin dibinde geziyor gibi

Ellerin ellerin ve parmaklarin

Zaman ne de cabuk geciyor Mona

Saat onikidir söndü lambalar

Uyu da turnalar girsin rüyana

Bakma tuhaf tuhaf göge bu kadar

Zaman ne de çabuk geciyor Mona

Aksamlari gelir incir kuslari

Konar bahcenin incirlerine

Kiminin rengi ak, kimisi sari

Ahhh! beni vursalar bir kus yerine

Aksamlari gelir incir kuslari

Ki ben Mona Roza bulurum seni

Incir kuslarinin bakislarinda

Hayatla doldurur bu bos yelkeni

O masum bakislar su kenarinda

Ki ben Mona Roza bulurum seni

Kirgin kirgin bakma yüzüme Roza

Henuz dinlemedin benden türküler

Benim askim sigmaz öyle her saza

En güzel sarkiyi bir kursun söyler

Kirgin kirgin bakma yüzüme Roza

Artik inan bana muhacir kizi

Dinle ve kabul et itirafimi

Bir soguk, bir garip, bir mavi sizi

Alev alev sardi her tarafimi

Artik inan bana muhacir kizi

Yagmurlardan sonra büyürmüs basak

Meyvalar sabirla olgunlasirmis

Birgün gözlerimin ta içine bak

Anlarsin ölüler niçin yasarmis

Yagmulardan sonra büyürmüs basak

Altin bilezikler o kokulu ten

Cevap versin bu kanli kus tüyüne

Bir tüy ki can verir bir gülümsesen

Bir tüy ki kapali gece güne

Altin bilezikler o kokulu ten

Mona Roza siyah güller, ak güller

Geyve'nin gülleri ve beyaz yatak

Kanadi kirik kus merhamet ister

Aaahhh! senin yüzünden kana batacak!

Mona Roza siyah güller, ak güller

Sezai Karakoc

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Epilogue: Peace and Private Wars

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2zXaTvT

by Linnet

The war is over, but the dust hasn't settled yet.

"Oh, there are some stories I haven’t told Otabek yet. Just in case Yuri really pisses me off sometime," Mila says.

“Okay,” Sara grins, slyly. “Maybe that part of having siblings is kinda fun.”

Words: 5075, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Prince Yuri of Rusiki

Fandoms: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Yuri Plisetsky, Otabek Altin, Mila Babicheva, Sara Crispino, Roza Altin, Victor Nikiforov, Katsuki Yuuri, Georgi Popovich, Yakov Feltsman, Lilia Baranovskaya, Nishigori Yuuko, Lee Seung Gil

Relationships: Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, Mila Babicheva/Sara Crispino, Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, fae, Mages, Magic, Arranged Marriage, Weddings, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Epilogue

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2zXaTvT

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #yuri on ice

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ao3feed-victuuri · 6 years

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Epilogue: Peace and Private Wars

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2zXaTvT

by Linnet

The war is over, but the dust hasn't settled yet.

"Oh, there are some stories I haven’t told Otabek yet. Just in case Yuri really pisses me off sometime," Mila says.

“Okay,” Sara grins, slyly. “Maybe that part of having siblings is kinda fun.”

Words: 5075, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Prince Yuri of Rusiki

Fandoms: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, M/M

Relationships: Otabek Altin/Yuri Plisetsky, Mila Babicheva/Sara Crispino, Katsuki Yuuri/Victor Nikiforov

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, fae, Mages, Magic, Arranged Marriage, Weddings, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Epilogue

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2zXaTvT

#ao3feed #fanfic #victuuri #victor nikiforov #katsuki yuuri #yuri!!! on ice #yuri on ice #yoi

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justhereforthefanartbean-blog · 7 years

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Chapter 25 - Awakenings

Elvira’s tiny body is dwarfed by the cabin bed. Somebody’s pulled the blankets off – probably Roza. She’s curled up, arms tucked up to her chest. Knees pulled up to her waist.

#in which the tags come into play #trigger warning #update #ocs #Yuri Plisetsky #Otabek Altin #Roza Altin #fantasy #fanfic

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bama-b0y · 8 years

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MONA ROZA

Mona Roza, siyah güller, ak güller Geyvenin gülleri ve beyaz yatak Kanadi kirik kus merhamet ister Ah, senin yüzünden kana batacak Mona Roza siyah güller, ak güller

Ulur aya karsi kirli çakallar Ürkek ürkek bakar tavsanlar daga Mona Roza, bugün bende bir hal var Yagmur igri igri düser topraga Ulur aya karsi kirli çakallar

Açma pencereni perdeleri çek Mona Roza seni görmemeliyim Bir bakisin ölmem için yetecek Anla Mona Roza, ben bir deliyim Acma pencereni perdeleri çek..

Zeytin agaçlari sögüt gölgesi Bende çikar günes aydinliga Bir nisan yüzügü, bir kapi sesi Seni hatirlatiyor her zaman bana Zeytin agaclari, sögüt gölgesi

Zambaklar en issiz yerlerde açar Ve vardir her vahsi çiçekte gurur Bir mumun ardinda bekleyen rüzgar Isiksiz ruhumu sallar da durur Zambaklar en issiz yerlerde acar

Ellerin ellerin ve parmaklarin Bir nar çiçegini eziyor gibi Ellerinden belli oluyor bir kadin Denizin dibinde geziyor gibi Ellerin ellerin ve parmaklarin

Zaman ne de cabuk geciyor Mona Saat onikidir söndü lambalar Uyu da turnalar girsin rüyana Bakma tuhaf tuhaf göge bu kadar Zaman ne de çabuk geciyor Mona

Aksamlari gelir incir kuslari Konar bahcenin incirlerine Kiminin rengi ak, kimisi sari Ahhh! beni vursalar bir kus yerine Aksamlari gelir incir kuslari

Ki ben Mona Roza bulurum seni Incir kuslarinin bakislarinda Hayatla doldurur bu bos yelkeni O masum bakislar su kenarinda Ki ben Mona Roza bulurum seni

Kirgin kirgin bakma yüzüme Roza Henuz dinlemedin benden türküler Benim askim sigmaz öyle her saza En güzel sarkiyi bir kursun söyler Kirgin kirgin bakma yüzüme Roza

Artik inan bana muhacir kizi Dinle ve kabul et itirafimi Bir soguk, bir garip, bir mavi sizi Alev alev sardi her tarafimi Artik inan bana muhacir kizi

Yagmurlardan sonra büyürmüs basak Meyvalar sabirla olgunlasirmis Birgün gözlerimin ta içine bak Anlarsin ölüler niçin yasarmis Yagmulardan sonra büyürmüs basak

Altin bilezikler o kokulu ten Cevap versin bu kanli kus tüyüne Bir tüy ki can verir bir gülümsesen Bir tüy ki kapali gece güne Altin bilezikler o kokulu ten

Mona Roza siyah güller, ak güller Geyve'nin gülleri ve beyaz yatak Kanadi kirik kus merhamet ister Aaahhh! senin yüzünden kana batacak! Mona Roza siyah güller, ak güller

#sezai karakoç #mona roza

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justhereforthefanartbean-blog · 7 years

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Tiny, baby mini-chapter that was supposed to be part of Saturday’s update. Yay, mid-week updates!!

Thank you so much for your support guys <3 I hope you enjoy Beka trying to teach Yuri a medieval variant of some martial arts!

“What am I doing wrong?” He huffs, hauling himself to his feet and waving away the hand that Beka offers him.

“You’re concentrating too hard on the swing,” Beka says. “You need the stability to support it. Concentrate on the position of your left leg.”

“Basically you’re kicking too high and overbalancing yourself.” Roza adds, and Yuri rolls his eyes at her.

“What happened to ‘good height’?” he grumbles. She shrugs, tucking her chin on the palms of her hands, elbows in the dirt.

“No point in kicking that high if you’re just going to fall on your ass doing it. Why do you think we started with the ones at waist height?”

Yuri steels himself, and takes up position again.

“Alright.” He moves again...

“Left!”

“Lower!”

He falls over.

“Fucking...” Even Beka is smiling now. Yuri sighs. “Is there a way of doing this that will make tomorrow’s ride less painful?”

#yoi #yurionice #otayuri #fanfic #fanfiction #update #thirstforadventure #silly #crackfic #fluff #otayurifluff #otayurilongfic #ongoingseries #Yuri Plisetsky #Otabek Altin #Roza Altin #martial arts #Yuri On Ice

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justhereforthefanartbean-blog · 7 years

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In case anyone was interested - I really did bother to do some actual research into actual Kazakh swears in order to get Roza’s voice in Chapter 15 more accurate. I didn’t use them in Kazah because a) unless she’s speaking common Yuri has no idea what she’s saying, b) language evolves a lot over 1000 years, and c) I wasn’t sure how correct they are anyway. But I wanted to get the tone of the insults as having been translated from her mother tongue, rather than being ones that Yuri was familiar with, and this was the best I could do.

So yeah. Just in case anyone wanted to see the root of Roza’s odd swearing. And also, I REALLY enjoyed some of these insults XD

#author notes #research #voice and characterisation #possibly incorrect translations #I only have the internet to help #swearing #languages #not pg #thirst for adventure #fanfic #otayuri #my ocs #Roza Altin

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justhereforthefanartbean-blog · 7 years

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Roza Altin: Character Notes

Title and political rank: Princess of the South. Third and last born of her siblings, currently Otabek’s heir. Newly orphaned at age 17. Daughter of King Sokal Altin and Queen Tzitzak Altin (deceased), sister of Alyona Altin (deceased) and Otabek Altin (24), aunt to a twin niece and nephew she has never met, and whose names she does not know.

Appearance: Strong jaw, high cheekbones, dark eyes, thick eyebrows, long dark hair which she wears braided down her back, but she often rolls it up into a bun to fight. Broad shouldered, but slightly unevenly so - carries a heavy spear and is right handed, and her right arm is larger than her left as a result. All muscle and no spare meat. Her legs and core are also very tight, due to heavy prevalence of horse riding and martial arts training in both her youth and adolescence. Tends to wear a fairly plain and ill-fitted, light-blue, long-sleeved tunic, the type that fastens across her chest and hangs down in two loose trouser-like sections of fabric, split between the legs for riding. She wears it with a loose leather tool belt (although she only uses it for her dagger). Carries her spear on her back at all times. Brown trousers, brown leather, fur-lined boots. Later on in the story she starts to wear her ‘chainmail’ (cataphract) over the top of her tunic. Her sheepskin cloak is accented with gold (it actually used to be Alyona’s, everything else Roza owns is accented with silver instead of the traditional Altin gold). She has no ceremonial wear. Her appearance only matters to her in terms of practicality. She has never been part of a social court, only a warring one.

Specialisms and Skills: Roza is a masterful rider, and while she can both shoot, duel and hawk, her weapons of choice are her spear and her fists/feet. She is a fast and analytical thinker, a fearsome opponent in a fight in terms of both strength and intellect, though she can be provoked into thoughtlessness fairly easily. Having grown up in a polyglot and polyethnic culture, she speaks both her mother tongue and the common tongue fluently, and also has a basic grasp of a few Assissian tongues and dialects.

Background: Born almost a decade after her sister Alyona, Roza grew up in a completely different political climate. Although it remained a crossroads kingdom (on the border between Assissia and Europia), the civil war pushing south had cut her off. She was exposed to far less in terms of cultural and social education, travelled less than her siblings, and was surrounded almost completely by the war from the day of her birth. Her parents spent months at a time away from home, forced to put protecting their country before brining up their children. Roza grew up with the same mentality as a result of the King and Queen’s priorities changing. Her training was necessarily more urgent than her siblings’, more involved, and started earlier. She had no real childhood to speak of. Instead of playing board games, she learned battle tactics. Her first spear was pressed into her hand with the promise that she would use it to protect not just herself, but her people. She doesn’t remember the first time she killed someone, not because it was so very young, but because even travelling within the smallest and safest part of the valley, to the nearest few towns, made attacks a common occurrence. Values and Influences: Roza values her own life little. She would willingly die to defend her country, not because she has a particular urge to protect her people, but because she was trained to. Subconsciously, she considers herself both a weapon and a person simultaneously. Her training has made her wary of new people, necessarily quick to judge and slow to trust, but fiercely loyal to and protective of her inner circle. Everything must be fought for; she knows no other way.

Growing up without much of a family and with such a strong urge to protect it has led her to idealise the notion of family life. The death of her parents and sister have shattered her confidence, but though she was willing to admit to her brother that she needed him back (partly because of the war, partly because he’s all that’s left of her family), she won’t talk to him about anything else. She’s grieving, almost constantly suffering from culture shock, a long way from home for the first time, and she often resorts to anger to protect herself from exposure and/or to find purpose.

Relationships: Otabek was her closest family member as a child. However, they haven’t really spent much time together, and she is often surprised and disappointed by him because she had remembered/imagined him differently. He was closer to her in age (7 years older compared to Alyona’s 10) and she vaguely remembers playing and training with him as a very young girl. When he started to travel more seriously (his first trip across the continent was aged ten, but the first time he left without a set return date he was thirteen and she six), they grew apart, and when he did come home, which was rarely, they would argue fiercely and often. She’s one of the only people who knows how to, and can, provoke him into a real rage. Her only real friend is Isabella, whom she met through her brother, when he brought them to visit, several years prior to the current story timeline. They still keep in contact via letter. Personality: With little exposure to the outside world, Roza rode across a continent by herself to try and save her country. She is strong-willed, determined, and courageous, but has a tendency towards bluntness and only a passing regard for other people’s feelings. But she’s still young at heart, and has the same mischievous streak as her brother. She thinks and acts fast, and has a single-minded, unerring focus that edges into stubbornness. Roza doesn’t consider herself lonely because she doesn’t know otherwise; and being used to solitude and being in control of her day makes her short-tempered when things don’t go to plan.

She and Otabek are similar in looks and mannerisms, but in personality, they are like chalk and cheese. If anything, she’s more similar to Yuri. Unfortunately, she resents Yuri for ‘stealing/distracting’ her brother from his much more important task of ending a civil war and avenging their family, and generally just finds Yuri annoyingly thoughtless and wild.

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justhereforthefanartbean-blog · 7 years

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Writing

Tagged by @ellipsesarefun

I really enjoyed reading your responses!! Thank you for supporting my work for so long <3

1/ Which scene/paragraph/sentence are you the most proud of?

Omg, it’s going to sound arrogant, but there are so many options?? I’m just loving writing at the moment and I think such a long project as this series, whilst also having it’s lows, has a couple of moments that were just really fun to write, or that I genuinely think show an improvement in my writing. But if I have to choose one...

There’s a scene in Chapter 3 of Tournament of Marriage (spoilers) where Yuri stands up in front of a huge audience, takes his hood off, and gives Otabek a favour. It’s actually not particularly well-written (lol, is anything in that story tho) but it’s a moment that has come to define the rest of the series for me.

For a start, I had to put a hell of a lot of time into designing the tournament and the situation itself so that it worked with my research and my world. And at the time, it was a big character moment. Yuri’s boldness in defying his father so publicly and against a rule that has defined his life for so long, only to choose Otabek like that, is a direct reflection of how quickly and easily Otabek became a part of his life, and how much of an affect he has had on Yuri.

It was also symbolic; the casting off of Yuri’s bounds, a public statement that he wanted freedom, at the same time as absolutely tying himself to Beka. That’s a direct conflict of interests that follows him not just through the rest of the first book but well into the second.

It was also a bit of a plant, and the public revelation of the real colour of his hair is something that has been affecting the story ever since. And I think, nearly thirty chapters later, it’s beginning to become clear quite how big a thing that is.

2/ For which work/piece of work do you get comments telling how marvelous it is, while you’re not that enthralled by that piece yourself?

Cardigans and High Heels is literally just a short, bitchy piece about how different Skyfall would have been if Q was a woman, and how she would have dealt with it. It’s not even a properly explored concept, and I’d probably have deleted it by now if people didn’t seem to enjoy reading a pissed off, incredibly capable woman karate-kick misogyny in the face.

3/ Which character highjacked the story they’re in?

Roza Altin. She was always going to travel with them, and she was always going to have a huge effect on both Yuri and Beka’s character development, but I poured so much time and love into making her backstory, her voice, and her internal thoughts and feelings, that she eventually got her own voice in the story, something that I never planned to do. I actually love presenting events through her eyes though!

4/ Which sentence/kind of sentence do you overuse?

Person-verb-sentence. “She said” or “She smiled” or literally any actions. I just write such action-intense stories that it’s hard to find variation, but having a fairly clear idea of the stylistics I know I am occasionally capable of pulling off, it kills me inside a little bit XD

5/ Which work of yours would you be dying to get fanart for?

Oh god, all of them. It’s the ultimate compliment!! Somebody once mentioned a possibility in passing and even though it never happened it’s easily one of the best comments I’ve ever had. I’ve actually thought about commissions for Thirst for Adventure, there are so many scenes based on real places, or interactions that are visibly imagined much more in-depth than I can write them. Even the characters - I have such clear ideas of what they’re wearing, what their horses and saddles and packs look like, how they wear their weapons and how they carry themselves... it would be wonderful to see it all. Well, maybe one day when the story’s finished and I’m not paying off a stupidly huge student debt :P

6/ Which work would you rather forget?

Ugh. ‘Bound To You’. Sherlock fan fiction that had an awesome concept (that wasn’t mine), but which ended up being FAR more complex and nuanced than I was capable of at the time (or would be now, to be honest). There were so many people who wanted me to finish that, but I never will. I’ve actually come close to deleting it a few times. It’s the reason I started a new tumblr when I decided I wanted to write for YOI instead of going back to my old one.

7/ Do you have a project you never got the nerves/guts to write?

Oh hell yeah. Anything non-fandom XD Without the support of comments and things I get really self-conscious about what I’m writing, and whether it’s any good, and start pressuring myself to finish it, which takes all of the joy and enthusiasm out of it. There are original novels, finished and in progress, but I’m not happy with any of them. I really want to write something with an openly ace protagonist someday, but I’m not ready yet. I need to be able to finish a novel on my own. Although I did finally manage to write my coming-out blog post, and that was awesome to do <3

8/ For which fandom have you written the most? (can be original fic, say if you count in terms of words, chapters or fics)

If we’re talking number of works, it’s Sherlock, but the longest word count by FAR is the Yuri on Ice Series at 161,852 words. That’s over half of my total word count on AO3!!

Tagging: @iguanastevens and I guess anyone else who’s interested?

#tagged #writer #fan fiction #otayuri #yuri on ice #A03 #rambling

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justhereforthefanartbean-blog · 7 years

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Another taggy thing

Tagged by @ellipsesarefun ! Hey you, hope your studying is going well!! Good luck! ^_^

1ST RULE: tag 9 people you’d like to get know better

2ND RULE: BOLD the statements that are true

Tagging: @eclair @pleasantlyuniquemeeple @commanderofthepugs @sound-alchemist @allmyshipsumqra @sofia-altin @earlydeadlines @goneadrift @q-not-qt

APPEARANCE: I am 5'7" or taller I wear glasses I have at least one tattoo (my first is being planned and saved for) I have at least one piercing I have blonde hair I have brown eyes I have short hair My abs are at least somewhat defined (pole dancer) I have or have had braces

PERSONALITY: I love meeting new people People tell me that I’m funny (but I do get laughed at. Like, a lot. Does that count?) Helping others with their problems is a big priority for me I enjoy physical challenges I enjoy mental challenges I’m playfully rude with people I know well I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY: I can sing well I can play an instrument I can do over 30 pushups without stopping (again, pole dancer, comes with the territory) I’m a fast runner I can draw well I have a good memory I’m good at doing math in my head I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling I know how to cook at least 3 meals from scratch I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES: I enjoy playing sports I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else I have learned a new song in the past week I work out at least once a week I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months I have drawn something in the past month (I attempted to draw Roza and then remembered why I don’t do art XD) I enjoy writing DUH FANDOMS ARE MY #1 PASSION I do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES: I have had my first kiss I have had alcohol I have scored the winning goal in a sports game I have watched an entire season of a TV show in one sitting I have been at an overnight event (White Night, Melbourne) I have been in a taxi I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year I have beaten a video game in one day I have visited another country (lol I lived in one) I have been to one of my favourite band’s concerts

RELATIONSHIPS: I’m in a relationship I have a crush on a celebrity I have a crush on someone I know I have been in at least 3 relationships I have never been in a relationship I have asked someone out or admitted my feelings to them I get crushes easily I have had a crush on someone for over a year I have been in a relationship for at least a year I have had feelings for a friend

MY LIFE: I have at least one person I consider a “best friend” I live close to my school My parents are still together I have at least one sibling I live in the United States There is snow right now where I live I have hung out with a friend in the past month I have a smartphone I have at least 15 CDs (it’s actually vinyls but I have them instead of CDs so I’m counting it) I share my room with someone

RANDOM SHIT: I have breakdanced I know a person named Jamie I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce I have dyed my hair I’m listening to one song on repeat right now I have punched someone in the past week I know someone who has gone to jail I have broken a bone I have eaten a waffle today I know what I want to do with my life I speak at least 2 languages (I would count BSL but I’m not fluent enough to have a conversation without fingerspelling anymore) I have made a new friend in the past year (most of the irl people tagged - this is you guys XD)

#tagged

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