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redhoodieone · 4 years ago

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Hate You More

A new fic that I was inspired to write! There will be a Part 2 since this is going to get VERY smutty. Enjoy!

WARNINGS: Language. Mentions a little smut.

I’m a princess. Well, a “bit” of a princess. But that’s not exactly my fault. I’m an only child. My mom and dad always wanted one kid and once they had me they were happy...until they divorced when I was eight-years-old and my dad left somewhere far away. Ever since then, it was always just me and mom, which was never a bad thing.

We were close and got along just fine. Every weekend was our Nicholas Sparks movie marathons on the couch, eating a shit ton of strawberry ice cream straight from the carton, and painting each other’s nails and having her braid my hair and tell me stories of when I was little.

Everything was perfect with just me and my mom...until she married him.

Bruce Wayne.

I never thought my mom would ever want to remarry but Bruce somehow stole her heart and made her fall in love with him.

I didn’t want to blame her for being so stupid for marrying him. I mean, Bruce did treat my mom right. I just hated him so much for convincing my mom to move us into his mansion.

So far away from my first home.

But I know he really loves her, despite being known as a billionaire playboy, womanizing, man whore. After three years into their marriage, I noticed he really cared about me and treated me like his daughter; certainly overprotective and reminding me if I ever needed anything to always go to him.

He even helped me get into GCU. With his help, I’m now into my second year. He’s really proud that I’m a responsible, twenty-one year old college student, and that makes me feel good.

But it hasn’t always been perfect with Bruce. Not only did I get a stepdad, but I got THREE asshole stepbrothers: Dick, Jason, and Tim. They’re the boys Bruce adopted.

Dick wasn’t exactly an asshole. He’s twenty-five years old and he’s always in and out of the mansion. He’s a party animal and I rarely see him unless he’s home for Sunday dinners and for Alfred to do his laundry.

Tim is tolerable. He’s always kind to me, but he’s also a shy and awkward fourteen-year-old. He’s seriously a nerd and he’s becoming an addict to coffee and always being on his computer. But he doesn’t bother me at all.

Not like Jason Fucking Todd.

He’s twenty-one years old and is a complete lazy ass who mooches on everyone.

I honestly hated him the second I met Jason. The second my mom and I moved into the mansion, I had set down backpack on the kitchen counter so I could remove my sweater and throw away the empty bag of fried fast food I had for lunch. The moment I turned around, Jason had jumped up to sit on the kitchen counter and had the nerve to pick up my backpack and throw it to the floor.

“Oops! Your shit was in my spot.”

I had my fucking cell phone, laptop, and picture frames of my family in there.

And that’s how it all started. Jason made it very clear he hates me and I refuse to back down and be nice to him. I mean, the fucking asshole has zero respect for me anyways. All he does is drink, eat all the food, and bring bar sluts home to fuck loudly in his bedroom which is right NEXT DOOR TO MINE!!!

All night and early in the mornings. All I can hear is Jason’s headboard slamming repeatedly against the wall and his bimbos screaming, “Oh God! Right there, Jay! Oh my God, HARDER!”

Seeing him afterwards is worse though. I could be walking to the bathroom or the kitchen and he’d just happen to come by to use the bathroom too, or get a drink of water...only using a sheet that’s wrapped around his waist!

He’d fucking smirk at me and I would try so hard to not look down at his big bulge and thick hard on.

Jason is my stepbrother...only my stepbrother, I constantly remind myself.

But Jason is also an asshole. He may look sexy and taste delicious but his one unattractive flaw is his behavior.

And I’m not one to sit back and let assholes walk all over me. I do get back at Jason quite a bit; enough to piss him off.

Today is one of the days I decide to have a big appetite. After my shower, I run downstairs only wearing my comfy pajama short shorts and a black tank top. I remember Dick is at his own apartment and Alfred is away in London on “holiday” as he calls it. Entering the kitchen, I see Mom making breakfast for us: pancakes, bacon, and sausage.

Bruce is sitting at the kitchen table, drinking his coffee and reading on his cellphone. Tim is drinking a cup of coffee (maybe 5th refill?) and eating pancakes and some sausage.

“Good morning,” I say to all of them.

“Good morning sweetie,” Mom replies with such a warm motherly smile.

Bruce grins at me. “Good morning, Y/N.”

All Tim does is nod his head to me and continues to eat.

“I’m starving,” I say and already fill my plate with two pancakes and some bacon and sausage as well.

I take a seat next to Tim and dig in. Ace, Bruce’s dog moves closer to my feet and looks up at me for some food. Fucking puppy dog eyes...I sneak a few pieces of bacon to him.

Mom eventually sits down with hers and Bruce’s plate. He smiles lovingly at her and the two kiss.

It’s a calming morning. Everyone’s eating and just enjoying the silence...until the asshole comes into the kitchen.

Jason literally has no shame. He comes in only wearing his black boxers and has very cute bed head. Stop it, Y/N. He’s completely shirtless. Not even acknowledging he’s in the kitchen, Jason quickly makes a plate for himself which he only puts three pancakes and like two handful sizes of bacon.

I silently growl and tighten my hand around my fork as I’m stuck looking at his bare, muscular upper body. His arms look strong. He’s just...all muscle. All man.

But then I remember he’s a fucking asshole and I hate him.

As if he can feel my eyes on him, Jason quickly glances at me and smirks. He actually fucking flexes his muscles for me.

I immediately look down because I just know my cheeks are red like tomatoes. God, does he have to be so attractive???

“Good morning, princess,” Jason taunts me, after greeting everyone else, obviously. He sits directly in front of me with that shit eating grin. “Did you sleep well last night?”

I glare at him. Fuck him. “Yeah, I did. You know very well that I can’t sleep peacefully unless you bring a whore home and fuck her until she’s blue in the face, Jason. I mean, when it’s so quiet at night, I just can’t fall asleep! It’s impossible! It’s like I HAVE to hear you fuck just to go to sleep!” I say sarcastically.

“So, you do listen to me when I fuck my girls, huh? Is your sex life nonexistent that you have to get yourself off on others who actually get off?” Jason jokes and shoves a piece of bacon in his mouth. “That’s pretty pathetic, even for you, Y/N. At least Tiny Tim here watches internet porn. Maybe you should start getting yourself off with that instead of listening to me fuck.”

“Jason...” Bruce warns. “Don’t even start this morning.”

“Start what? I’m not even doing anything,” Jason says. He raises an eyebrow at me and keeps that fucking smirk on his face.

“Leave Y/N alone, Jason,” Tim butts in.

“Quiet Timbers. Let the princess tell me off. I love it when she gets all red and pissed off.”

My mom glances at me with a serious look, too. Why is she giving me that look when I didn’t even do anything?!

“Aw, there’s sausage?! I didn’t know there was sausage up there!” Jason whines. His eyes dart from my plate over to my mom and Bruce.

“I actually served the last few pieces to Bruce. I’m sorry, Jason,” my mom apologizes. She frowns and looks down at hers and Bruce’s empty plates.

“That’s all right. I see there’s still five uneaten sausages on Y/N’s plate,” Jason says and smirks at me. He looks down at my plate and back up at me. “You’re not going to eat them, are you princess? Because if not, I want them.”

He’s fucking teasing me. Jason is mocking me with those green eyes and that fucking smile that wets every girl’s panties. It’s like he actually believes he’s going to get away with this. He really thinks he’s going to get what he wants. Jason slowly reaches a hand towards my plate to get my sausages.

I want to burst his cocky bubble in front of everyone.

“Actually...I’m going to give them to the dog. And by dog, I mean Ace,” I say, quickly grabbing all the sausages in my hand and feed them to Ace under the table. “You see, I don’t feed dirty dogs like you. Ace is a clean, loyal, and sweet dog. You on the other hand are a dirty, disgusting, slut who fucks anything with a hole.”

My sudden outburst startles everyone at the table. I see everyone’s wide eyes and open mouths hanging in shock at me.

Jason chuckles lowly. His eyes are full of anger and hatred for me. “What did you just say to me?” he asks.

“You heard me,” I reply with the same tone. “Unless you lost your hearing due to all the screaming from the banshee skank you brought home last night from only God knows where.”

“You know, you’re starting to sound like a jealous bitch. For someone who has claimed to hate me and not want anything to do with me on multiple occasions, you seem to be really obsessed about my sex life,”

“Oh please, don’t flatter yourself,”

“Y/N stop,” my mom says.

“You think I’m flattering myself?! I’m not the one who always checks myself out! You know, I always see you staring at me right?! If anything, you’re flattered by me!” Jason snaps.

“ENOUGH!!!” Bruce shouts.

We’re all silent but Jason and I continue to stare each other down.

“I’ve had enough of the two of you fighting! It’s old and it’s seriously ridiculous. It needs to end now. Your mother and I are going to leave for Spain tonight, and I don’t want to hear anything bad about the two of you while we’re gone. Now, apologize to each other,” Bruce says.

“Apologize to the princess? For what?! She’s a fucking bitch, who’s always bitching, and she’s basically the biggest bitch who ever bitched!” Jason yells. “She should apologize to me!”

“If I’m a fucking bitch then that makes you the biggest asshole here! You’re literally the most disgusting, disrespectful, lazy ass guy I have ever met! You have NO respect for anyone who lives here! Why should I fucking apologize to you?! All you do is drink, eat all the food, and bring random whores to our house and force us all to listen to you have sex!” I yell back.

“Our house? You think this is your house, too? I hate to burst your “bitching bubble” sweetheart, but this isn’t your house! You’re extra baggage that had to be dragged here! Your mom was wanted here; not you. As far as I’m concerned, you’re not even family!” Jason yells louder than before.

My bottom lip trembles uncontrollably. I feel tears running down my cheeks. I need to get out of here before I completely break down in front of Jason.

“You’re such a fucking asshole, Jason!” I choke out.

I quickly jump out of my seat and run up the stairs. After I slam my bedroom door, I throw myself down onto my bed and cry. I can even hear Bruce screaming his head off and tearing Jason a new one.

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I wake up to an empty stomach. Rolling over onto my back, I rub my eyes and yawn. It’s dark in my bedroom; indicating it’s already nighttime. I reach for my cellphone on my nightstand and see it’s already eight o’clock.

I must have been really exhausted to have slept the day away. Those days usually happen after I cry a lot and feel like shit.

Mom and Bruce are probably already gone. Their Spain trip is only for the weekend. I’m seriously glad about that since I don’t know how I’m going to get through the weekend with Jason still around.

Maybe if I’m lucky he’s already at the bar and picking up skanks. That means I have time to eat and a few hours of silence for myself.

I decide to go downstairs and I instantly notice all the lights are off except for the kitchen light. Slowly stepping into the kitchen, I see it’s empty and that there’s a big box of pizza and two drinks; a bottle of beer and a glass of orange juice with the bottle of Vodka next to it.

Raising an eyebrow in question, I look around to see who did this. Noticing the back sliding door is open, I walk over slowly to peek out.

Jason.

On the phone and sitting at the patio table.

He doesn’t see me but I can hear him clearly.

“Do you think she’ll really like it?”

#dc comics #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd #batman

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mikes-on-prometheus · 5 years ago

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Based on this post by @youtuberswithalex: “I just got the idea of like. Virgil regressing into a toddler, and his jacket doesn’t shrink with him, but instead of him wearing the vastly oversized hoodie, he just. Carries it around like a baby blanket”

Warnings: toddlers, abandonment issues, loneliness, barely mentioned injury, magic, de-aging

Wordcount: About 2000

Read on Ao3

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Creativity was proud and arrogant and a bit naive. But he wasn’t naive enough to not admit that he majorly messed up when he saw the thing he messed up.

And boy did he mess up! Big time!

What happened You ask? Well, Roman would say, I don’t know!

So let’s take a step back and see what Roman did to mess up big time!

It all started when Thomas was very little, about three or four years old and Creativity met Anxiety- wait not that far actually.

It actually started just a few hours earlier when Roman convinced Anxiety to go on a grand adventure. Now, Anxiety has been Virgil for ages now and with the change in title came the knowledge of his worried nature. Thus Roman assured Virgil that it would be all safe, nobody could get hurt!

So out they went to The Great Unknown of the imagination. Not that unknown to Roman who created it but he could still have fun with his friend! And knowing the terrain would surely make Virgil feel more secure!

It did indeed make Virgil feel more secure for a while. They went on a ghost hunt, perfectly tailored to both their interests and preferences.

An old abandoned castle, filled with mystery surrounding a royal family, a vengeful ghost rumored to haunt the halls, out for revenge. Intrigue and infighting ruined the old monarchy and they, Roman and Virgil, would uncover the truth!

That was the plan at least. Sure they went in and explored the castle and read some old scrolls of parchment, found some evidence of an uprising, had generally a spooky fun time! Until they found what looked like a study and Virgil found a strange, cracked vial.

Apparently the vial still had a drop of whatever potion was in it once and when Virgil cut his finger on the broken glass the liquid must have gotten into his bloodstream for in the time it took Roman to hear his little yelp of pain and turn to him to check if he was okay, a glow filled the darkened room.

Roman saw it right in front of him, with his own two eyes. Virgil was surrounded by that red-ish glow and fell to his knees, curling up on himself until he was just a tiny little ball on the dusty ground and Roman was frozen in terror, unable to come to his friend’s help. He was only able to force himself to move after the light had vanished.

“Virgil?”

He didn’t get a reaction, not even a twitch that would indicate that the other side had heard him. He approached cautiously.

“Virgil please. Are you okay? Answer me, you’re worrying me.”

Virgil groaned, voice sounding strange and strained. By the time Roman knelt down by his side and reached out his hand Virgil was stirring. Roman brushed back the hood of the familiar black and purple hoodie at the same time that the other side raised his head and that was the moment Roman realised that he had majorly fucked up.

“Roro?” the tiny little voice that escaped Virgil was strange and high pitched like a little toddler’s. Just like the little toddler face that looked up at him from within the hoodie.

Roman very nearly screamed at the sight but managed not to. No, screaming was a no-no right now, it would scare Virgil on a good day but if Virgil was a toddler now, that was sure to scare him even more. So no screaming.

Okay. screaming was out. What was he supposed to do now? There was a tiny toddler in front of him, who was probably VIrgil, and he was starting to cry. Dang.

“Uh- oh shit, please don’t cry, Virgil, it’s okay, it’s me, I got you.” he babbled frantically, reaching out to pluck him off the ground and into his lap in hopes of calming him down before he could start crying for real.

There was a tense moment before tiny skinny arms wrapped around Roman’s neck and he let out a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding.

“Wha’ happn’d?” tiny Virgil asked, voice muffled by Roman’s sash.

“I’m not sure, little nightmare. Let’s get you back to the mindscape proper to get taken care of and then I can come back and see what can be done about this.”

He received a little agreeing hum in response so he slowly got to his feet, placing Virgil into his sash so he wouldn’t need to support as much of his weight with his arms.

“How much do you remember? Know how old you are?” he managed to take a few steps before a little hand almost hit him in the face. Three little fingers were presented almost proudly and Roman honestly couldn’t help the little coo at how adorable Virgil was.

“Dunno what happened. Think I was… uh… in- maybe in my room? And uh…. I got here? Dunno, Roro.”

“That’s okay, Verge. We’ll figure it out. Hey are you hungry? I bet by the time we get back Logan will have lunch ready.” he continued to keep up some light chatter to make sure the little side was too distracted to get scared.

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Roman was right. By the time they got out of the imagination the smell of food had even gotten into his room. He put Virgil down when the toddler squirmed and resisted the urge to squeal when he took off his hoodie and immediately picked it up again to snuggle to his chest as he walked towards the door.

Instead of getting out however, he waited by it and looked back at Roman as of he was waiting for him, which he probably was.

They made their way to the kitchen and Virgil insisted on holding Roman’s hand as they descended the stairs. With one hand occupied, the sleeves of his hoodie dragged behind him as he walked. For some reason the hoodie and Virgil’s shoes were the only items that didn’t shrink with their owner. Roman just wasn’t going to question it.

Roman had just caught sight of the other sides when he felt the little hand slip out of his grasp with a gasp.

“Patpat! Patpat!” Virgil squealed and ran towards the dining table, trying to climb into Patton’s lap only to be helped by the older side who seemed to get over his shock much faster than Roman had.

“Aw hi, buddy. Weren’t you with Roman? I thought you’d stay longer.” he cooed at the little toddler curling into his chest.

“Got little so we came home! And I got hungry.”

“Oh okay. Let’s ask Logan if he can find some cutlery you can use.” he offered. Logan didn’t seem to be able to process what was happening too well but shook himself out of it at the mention of his name.

“Of course, Patton is right. I shall see if we have child appropriate eating utensils.”

They luckily found a plastic plate and a spoon for Virgil. While the boy ate at the table the adults congregated to the kitchen to Have Words.

“What did you do?” Logan demanded as soon as Virgil was out of hearing range.

“I didn’t do anything! We were exploring the castle and he picked up a vial and suddenly he’s glowing like a glow stick and then he’s little!”

“Now now, kiddos, let’s not get upset, it’s gonna be okay. We can take care of Virgil until we find a way to make him big again.” Patton placated them. “Now let’s get food for us so we can join Virgil.”

Logan and Roman shared one more glance before obliging. By the time they joined Virgil his little plate was already almost empty.

“‘S yummy” he declared, waving his little fork at them with a wide, adorable smile.

“That’s great! Lo did a great job cooking today didn’t he?” Patton cooed, ruffling the toddler’s hair.

“Thank you Lolo!”

“Oh. I- thank you, Virgil. I am glad to know that you enjoyed the meal.” Logan seemed surprised but immensely pleased at the praise.

And Roman had to admit, Virgil was right. The food really was good. So it was no wonder that it was all gone by the end of the meal. No left overs for later, sadly. Roman wouldn’t mind having more.

But oh well. The food was all eaten and Virgil looked like he was going to fall off his chair at any moment with how sleepy he looked.

“Alright sweetie, let’s get you settled down for a nap yeah?” Patton announced, picking the toddler up and cradling him against his chest. He put Virgil down on the couch and went to find a soft blanket for him and by the time he got back Virgil was already asleep, his hoodie snuggled to his chest like a loved stuffed toy or a baby blanket. He was quick to carefully spread the blanket over the sleeping side and then took a couple pictures… or maybe a couple dozen.

He sent the pictures to Roman and Logan to make sure they were aware of how adorable their little Anxiety was being. Then he left the common room to let Virgil sleep in peace without any interruptions.

An hour later Patton would learn that this was a mistake when he heard crying down the hall. He rushed to the toddler to comfort him but found him standing in front of Logan, hoodie hanging down from where he was still holding it.

Logan was crouched in front of him, awkwardly pulling him into a hug. He sent Patton a helpless look over Virgil’s messy curls. “He woke up alone and thought we’d left him” he told Patton softly once he was close enough to hear him.

“Oh kiddo, I’m sorry. It’s okay, we’re here, we got you.” Patton plucked Virgil out of Logan’s arms since he wasn’t as comfortable with physical touch.

Virgil for his part went willingly, snuggling into Patton’s chest and rubbing at his eyes with his hoodie. “Got scared you didn’t like me anymore so you left me all alone” he cried into Patton’s shoulder and Patton felt his heart break a little.

“Oh sweetie, we could never not like you. We all love you so much, you hear me? We love you and we wouldn’t ever leave you. I’m sorry we weren’t there when you woke up.”

He rocked back and forth gently to try and soothe Virgil, continuing to whisper reassurances and sweet nothings. It took quite a while for little Virgil to calm down. He stayed slumped over Patton’s shoulder like a particularly sad sack of flour.

All energy he might have gotten from his short nap had been used up and honestly he wouldn’t mind going back to sleep but what if he woke up all alone again! He didn’t want to be alone again.

He’d been alone for so long already.

He wanted to stay with Patton. He wanted to stay with Patton and Logan and Roman. He just didn’t want to be alone again.

Patton seemed to know that he didn’t want to be alone and carried him back to the common room’s couch and settled down with Virgil still on his chest.

“Let’s take a nap together okay? That way you won’t be alone again. I got you. Love you Verge.” he mumbled, running his hand through Virgil’s hair.

Virgil drifted off to sleep again, finally calm and relaxed. He felt Patton wrap the blanket around them and he pulled his hoodie close so he could bury his nose in the worn, familiar fabric. The last thing he noticed was Patton pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

And finally he slept.

And when he woke up again he was still resting on Patton’s chest and Roman had found out that the spell would wear off on its own in a few days.

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geek-scientist · 8 years ago

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AHH I'm so sorry it's this late!!! I feel so awful and I wish I could make it a million times better for you!

I’m so, SO sorry it’s this late, but I hope it’s at least decent. I really wish I had more time and I could make it so much better. And I’m sorry the ending absolutely sucks, I’m really bad at making things short and ending them quickly. If you want anything fixed, please let me know, I’ll willingly do it.

“Yuuri.”

My eyebrows furrow as I roll onto my other side, pulling the sheets up over my head.

“Yuuri, it’s time to wake up.”

I groan and roll back over onto my back, using my hands to rub the sleep from my eyes.

“Can’t you just let me sleep for f-“

I’m cut off by something jumping up and landing square on my chest. Wheezing, I squeeze my eyes shut as a wet tongue laps over my face. I roll over and open my eyes once the weight is removed. Viktor is standing there, smiling with Makkachin in his arms.

"Morning, Yuuri,” he grins, tilting his head, “Glad to see you’re finally up.”

I give him a look and sit up, fumbling as I reach to grab my glasses.

“Well you can’t sleep all day,” he chuckles, setting Makkachin down before putting my glasses on my face. “You have to go out and seize the day.”

“Viktor, we never do anything,” I counter, sitting up and stretching.

“I don’t know, that’s just what the daily horoscope told me,” he shrugs, “Anyways, I made breakfast. I think you’ll like it.”

“What is it?” I ask, standing up and grabbing a shirt off the floor.

“French toast, I’ve never tried making it before, but the house hasn’t burned down and I’m still alive, so I think they’re somewhat edible."

I chuckle and slip the shirt on over my head, smoothing it down with my hands.

"That’s definitely promising, I’m sure they’re great though. Nothing you do is ever below excellent anyways so.”

“You flatter me,” he laughs, leading me out to the kitchen.

The table is actually set for once, I have to admit, that already gets him a point for presentation. I didn’t think he knew how to do that, considering he eats off of paper plates most of the time. Even then he still manages not to do the little dishes we have. All though the fork and the knife are on the wrong side of the plate, the French toast actually does look good, so I can set that aside for now. I feel like a judge on chopped.

“Well, try it,” he says, clasping his hands together in anticipation.

Raising my eyebrows, I cut off a piece and watch him as I chew it.

“How is it?”

I don’t respond, I just cock an eyebrow and rest my chin on my fist.

“Is it bad? I knew I shouldn’t have added the extra cinnamon,” he sighs, running his hand through his hair. “My career as a world class chef is ruined.

"No, it’s great,” I smile, “I’m impressed, Vitya, but I’d still keep your day job.”

“Well, that’s not promising encouragement for the long run,” he mutters, placing his hands on his hips. “As long as you think it’s good, that’s all that matters to me."

I hum in response, continuing to eat as he turns around and cleans up the kitchen. I have to admit, moving here with him was probably one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. I feel so much more complete with him around, it just feels natural. Yeah, he’s a pain in the ass sometimes, and is probably the messiest person I know, but he’s always there for me. He’s seen me at my best and my worst, he’s really that kick I need to motivate and push myself through the times when I’m struggling. Ever since I moved here and have had him practically attached at my hip, it’s the best I’ve ever felt. He makes me strong, and that’s something I could never thank him enough for.

"So, what are we doing today,” Viktor asks, sitting down beside me at the table, cup of coffee in hand.

“We have practice today, for starters,” I say, tilting my fork at him.

“Wow, I totally wasn’t aware, I was going to skip practice, the thing we have almost everyday, I can’t believe I forgot!”

I give him a look and roll my eyes.

“I could do without the sass. You are pretty forgetful anyways, I wouldn’t be surprised if you did forget.”

“Yuuri, I live and breathe skating, the fact that you think I would forget to go to practice honestly hurts and wounds me, both mentally and physically.”

He places his hand on his chest before turning away from me and standing up.

“To think, the person I love so dearly, would hurt me in such a way. Might as well just stab me in the back and leave me to die."

"You are so dramatic,” I chuckle, shaking my head as I stand up and put my plate in the sink. “How many times have you forgotten to make reservations? How many times have you forgotten we even have reservations somewhere? I would give you the benefit of the doubt and say you forget to do things around the apartment, but I’m pretty sure you just flat out don’t do them.”

“I’m not going to comment on that,” He smugly says, crossing his arms over his chest.

“That’s what I thought.”

“You look lovely today, by the way,” he smiles, coming over and wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

“Flattery isn’t getting you out of this situation,” I mutter, reaching up to move his arms away.

“I love you, Yuuri,” he smiles, leaning in and kissing me.

“Go get ready for practice, you loser.” I mutter, blushing as I try to wiggle away.

“But I think you’re forgetting to say something,” He says, hugging me tighter.

“I love you too, Vitya,” I smile.

More than you could ever imagine.

I tilt my head as I lean against the side of the rink, digging my pick into the ice as I watch Viktor.

“He’s so beautiful,” I mutter to myself.

“He’s so gross.”

I look down beside me, making a face as I see Yurio, elbows resting on the boards as he stands on the other side of them.

“What,” he asks, tilting his head up towards me.

“You know you could be nice sometimes,” I say, watching as he stands up and pulls his blonde hair back.

“I know, I just choose not to.”

Sighing, I turn my attention back to Viktor. He’s so smooth in the way he moves, so elegant. He moves with such a passion and such conviction I could never even come close to. Not to mention, he looks so good doing it.

“Close your mouth before you start drooling,” Yurio mutters, elbowing my side.

“Don’t you have somewhere else to stand,” I ask, crossing my arms, “Don’t get me wrong, I’m honored to be in your presence, but I’m trying to critique Viktor.”

“Critique,” he snorts, “that’s a good one. You’re worse than him, at least his excuses are logical.”

“That is a logical excuse!"

"If you keep lying to yourself, it’s going to become a habit."

"I wasn’t aware you were the all knowing, wise fifteen year old."

"I just saw it on some talk show once, it seemed important.”

I chuckle and reach down to ruffle his hair, only to have my hand smacked away before I could even make it half way there.

“Don’t you even think about touching me, Katsudon. I’ll break your wrist faster than the amount of time it took for you to fall for Viktor."

As if on cue-it’s honestly creepy how he appears when you’re talking about him, it’s like he has a sixth sense or something-Viktor skates over, widely smiling.

"Look at my two favorite people bonding,” he says, wrapping his arm around my waist as he stands next to me.

“Don’t make it weird,” Yurio scowls, crossing his arms.

“You can go practice, Yurio. Yuri and I are going to head out.”

“Good, I don’t have to watch you two be gross,” he says, the slightest smirk playing at his lips.

I roll my eyes and turn to skate away to the exit.

“Bye, Yurio,” I call out, turning around as I skate, giving him a wave.

I smile as Viktor skates after me, keeping his hand on the small of my back as we go over to get ready to leave.

“You did good today,” I say, smiling up at him. “You were really smooth.”

“Aren’t I always?"

"I mean, I guess,” I mutter, wiping off the blades of my skates before sliding them into my bag.

“I’m sorry you didn’t get a whole lot of time of the ice though,” He says, tying his tennis shoes.

“It’s fine, I wasn’t really feeling it today anyways,” I shrug, standing up and sliding my bag over my shoulder.

“You can have more time next practice, but what you did today was extremely good, I’m proud.”

I smile as he gets up and kisses me on the cheek.

“You still need to work on form though, at some points you look like an ostrich on ice.”

My smile fades as I sigh. Not always the best at feedback, it’s always bitter sweet, or he does something sweet then crushes me like a bug.

I jog to catch up to Viktor, holding my bag against my side to keep it from knocking me over, the thing practically weighs a ton. I should really clean it out at some point.

“How do you walk so fast,” I breathe, moving beside him.

“I don’t, you were just in your own world so I decided to leave you.”

“Gee thanks,” I mutter, sticking my hands in my coat pockets.

“I knew you were going to catch up eventually, we’re going to the same place after all."

I furrow my eyebrows and look down. His logic is interesting sometimes, I don’t really think he’s use to having someone in his life all the time yet. Not really sure how he managed on his own, he can be quite the cluster head if he’s left on his own. Yet, he still seems to favor being independent sometimes. I just don’t get him.

“-Yuuri.”

“What,” I respond, looking up at him.

“You seem deep in thought,” he says, reaching over to take my hand.

He laces his fingers through mine, tilting his head as he looks at me.

“Well, I am, it’s nothing important.”

“I’m sure it is important in some way. Everything you think is important in some way or another.”

I hum, dragging my feet against the ground as we walk.

“It really wasn’t anything important, I swear.”

He makes a face and shakes his head.

“Anyways, what do you want for dinner?”

I bite my lip.

“Can we have dinner at home? I can make something.”

“That’d be lovely,” he smiles, lightly squeezing my hand.

We make small talk as we walk back to the apartment, the bitter Russian wind whipping at my face. Next thing I know, I’m standing in the kitchen staring at the fridge. I didn’t really think this plan through. I didn’t think I would get past suggesting it, nice going, Yuuri. I guess the only logical thing to make is pasta.

I quickly throw everything together to make an attempt to seem like I know what I’m doing. I’m honestly just winging it.

“Viktor,” I call out, poking my head out of the kitchen, “can you grab plates, please?”

He hums while walking in, effortlessly reaching up to the top cabinet to get plates. He sets them on the table before sitting down and watching me.

“What do you want to drink?”

“Can we crack open a bottle of wine?”

“Naturally,” I smile, grabbing wine glasses and pouring some out.

Finally, I get dinner served, and take my place at the table across from Viktor.

“It looks absolutely divine, Yuuri,” he grins, picking up his fork.

We eat in silence, which surprisingly isn’t uncomfortable. It’s a comforting silence, the one that comes when you know someone so well you don’t need the verbal communication to feel close. That’s one of the many things I love about him. I can never imagine a life any different than this, I wouldn’t know what I would do without him.

There are so many times in where I cannot be thankful enough for the life I was blessed with. There’s no telling where I would be without him, and there’s no telling where we could go now.

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT I LOVE IT, IT’S FANTASTIC THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS and don’t even worry about it being late, I promise you I don’t mind at all!! thanks so much again and I’m happy to have been your partner!

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