#crush with Yoi's father

[aokuro-san]

I love knowing that all of us who are reading Uruwashi no yoi no tsuki, by Mika Yamamori (one of the best shoujo authors, I add), are in love with Yoi's father, HAHAHAHA. It's just that, if we think about it, neither Ichimura nor Oji are a tasteful dish (at least, for me. Ichimura is very cold, he hides many things behind a wall that he puts between himself and the world, and I don't. I see him as a trustworthy person, that last thing is what throws me back the most because it's as if everything had to be as he wanted and well Oji... it's the worst of the worst xD I can't with how manipulative he is under that "nice guy" cloak). On the other hand, Yoi and his family are fascinating in many ways, not only physically speaking, but also in his personality. So... I'M SO SUPPORTIVE OF THAT ATTITUDE FROM THE FANS haha!

PS: If you want to know my opinion... I hope Yoi ends up with someone very different (or even single!) than what we have been presented with. Because he deserves to love himself: he is a wonderful girl! (And more feminine than she thinks). Although, well, it's not my story.

[cantdothis-nomore]

Raven, Starfire, Robin, Beast Boy, Cyborg go to the future and discover that they are married to the reader and already have children

Raven

-I imagine raven would be quite shocked as she never really saw herself getting with someone let alone having a family or someone who loves her. I think that she'd be happy but nervous about her future as she's never really dealt with kids or her feelings actually and doesn't really know how to express her words when needed. but after being returned to the present she would keep that in mind and be nicer to you and the team and whenever she is unhappy keep in mind the things her future will bring her and how happy she will be (she'd also probably start planning you guys wedding straight away just in case)

Starfire

-Just like raven she'd be surprised but not anxious just completely happy to know that no matter what the future ahead of her was amazing no matter what and especially it being with you. Also like Raven she'd probably start planning your wedding straight away too. She'd be overjoyed at the thought of having kids with you wondering how they'd be. She'd be so excited to be able to be with you constantly and not having to wait that long for an opportunity of a life time with you and your kids

Robin

- He'd be worried about not being able to be the best father or husband he could be and not living up to your expectations and probably have terrors of not being enough for you. He'd find it really hard to come to terms with but would eventually learn to look forward to it and stop doubting himself as much as before. Please don't crush this baby boys heart he's so sensitive <3

Cyborg

- Just like robin he'd be a bit insecure but he would get over that quite quickly after remembering the rest of the glimpse of his future he saw. He'd be so excited to be a father because in my head cannons he lovesss kids and definitely wants some in the future especially with you. He'd treat you so well and make sure you were always happy and not unhappy with him once

Beast boy

- Beast boy would just be flat out bouncing off the walls in excitement after getting back from the future, only wanting to be around you from then onwards repeatedly talking about kids and marriage much to your confusion but happiness. Honestly he would just be so happy to be able to spend the rest of his life with you

I HOPE YOY LIKE IT ILYSM GUYSSSSSS

[5cookiekitty]

*『Meeting of a lifetime』

Yandere portgas d ace x gentle reader headcanon

Regular Ace is the definition of a slow burn. Like him falling in love takes years and even then he may not act on his feelings on thr bases that he thinks he's not worthy of s/o loves.

Yandere Ace on the other hand knows this but decides to ignore those thoughts.

You guys probably met a bar when he was still a rookie.

You were the big sis of everyone and the only reason you caught his attention was from one of the little kids running up to you and calling you "onee-san!"

and while it wasn't love at first sight interest were made. On his side atleast.

You were use to seeing pirates.

You were kind and gentle , something ace wasn't used to and that what drew him to you at first.

After the first interaction between you guys ace was hooked. He kept coming back and back and soon enough he became a regular at the bar

"Hey y/n"

"Oh ace your back!?"

Your kind ways had him wanting , wanting , and wanting until he burned with an desire that consumed him whole unlit.

Ironically really

He wanted you.

He wanted you so badly it hurts

But not now , he needed to do something first before he could treat you like the royalty yoy were meant to be

This contuied for on for months and the spade pirates had a bet going on to see how long it would take ace to confess.

But those bets were soon forgotten whe ace was taken by the whitebeard pirates as read in the news paper.

It broke your tiny gentle kind heart

"I'm sure he'll be fine ms.l/n ace is strong."

"I know that but whitebeard is-"

Cue anouther set of tears falling as one of the younger girls try to comfort you.

"I know you love him ms-"

"I don't love him! He's just kind and has a nice smile and he's supper good looking and strong and he's...my..friend."

"..."

"Oh-"

The realization that you were in love with ace was one of wonder and heartbreak.

He could be dead and you wouldn't even be able to tell him your feelings.

For weeks after that you spent your days in yiur room contemplating everything.

It wasn't until you were dragged put the room did you finally began to try to move on.

Somewhere else though ace was loosing his God damn mind.

He was used to being able to get to visit your isalnd whenever and now he can't cause of "Stupid whitebeard."

Whitebeard notice how much more agitated ace seems to become on certain days and try to stay clear of him.

He's their father problem not theirs not yet atleast

Days turned into weeks and weeks into months.

There wasn't a day ace didn't think of you and your gentle voice or kind eyes as you talked about the kids as if they were your everything.

Finally ace saw that the whitebeard were good people and joined.

It wasn't until his promotion to second division captain does the right time come up to ask the question that has hunted him for months.

"I want to visit <Island name>."

Immediately all the old spade pirates in the vicinity are loosing their God damn mind as the whitebeard's stare on in confusion

Mask duece and everyone then began to poke fun of their old captain as thatch ask question on everyone's mind

"Whats that about."

"Ace little crush who he hasn't seen in like 6 months is on that island."

Immediately the whitebeards are all yelling in confusion as chaos takes hold

While they did began to set sail towards the isalnd immediately the moving after no info of you was passed around by neither the spade pirates or ace.

When they docked no one ran but they did seem nervous.

It wasn't until ace leaned over and smile did everyone begin to relax.

As soon as ace feet touched the docked he was immediately surrounded by kids of all ages and shape calling him big brother ace.

A croud was formed by the time they reached the island and while there was no outright hostility towards the whitebeard passive aggressive comments and gestures were made.

And then that's when they hear it. A soft gentle voice that hushed the happy croud.

"Ace..."

All the whitebeards head snapped towards the gentle looking woman who began to run in ace direction almost immediately.

Whitebeard were immediately on edge but with the look ace was giving thr girl they knew...

And finally the long awaited reunion was met as you and ace embraced each other in a hug.

And the whitebeards watch as ace eye get a gleaming that they were all to familiar with.

Cause it was the same one whitebeard and everyone else got when they got a new brother

"Oh would you look at that."

What better present to their little brother promotion than his lover

Yandere whitebeards are Canon change my mind

That night the whitebward kidnapped you

The poor town people didn't even do nothing about it since the whitebeards claimed you left on your own accord to go be with ace oh how wrong they were

You woke up confused and daised as the nurses that were surrounding you scurried off somewhere without a word

Then ace walked in and gently sat by you as he confessed right then and there.

He was overjoyed when you said you liked him back.

But then you had asked that dreamed question and he could only hoped that you forgave him in the future. You will its not like you had a choice

"Let me go tell the girls!"

"Um about that..."

When ace told you that his brothers got kidnapped you for him as a congratulations present you could only stare in confusion.

"Ace what do you mean?"

"It means you ain't leaving me...ever."

Cue you shooting up out of thr bed as ace let's you run out the door and practically throw yourself at the rail in hope...hope that what he said doesn't mean what you think.

You break down in tears when you see the ocean and no sign of your island in sight.

Ace did nothing but gather you in his arms as he shields you away from everyone's gaze as he walks back to his room and deposited you on his mattress with him not to far behind.

He sits the left side of you against his chest as you back pressed into his muscular arms as he cradles you as tears continued to spill.

He can't find it in himself to feel sorry as he cradles you against him.

Feeling your warmth and body good as he hoped it would feel.

He pressed a kiss to your head as he stared out the tiny window thag faced the ocean , feeling the breeze hit him as he let's you fall asleep.

Looking down at your tear strikes face he promises himself to keep you with him forever

"I love you y/n."

[legendofmorons]

How to fall in love twice (Time, Malon) -Part 4

Pairing : Malon x Reader x Time

Rating: T

Summary: As you and Malon have some bonding time in Kara Kara inn Time gets pissy with the boys.

Warnings: Implied/ referenced child abuse, referenced alcoholism - (Reader had a drunk father that sucked until he was forced to get better or stay gone)

Other: if I missed anything, please let me know.

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You spend the two weeks a version of Wild's hyrule. The land is beautiful but the problem say it's only been twenty years since the calamity.

During this, you and Malon spend time talking and doing upkeep for an adventure. You gather rupees for odd jobs and stocking on supplies. With several faries and lots of weapons, you settle for basic food supplies. You leave an adventuring tag for the boys on the off chance they come across it

At the moment, you and Malon are settled inside the in of Kara Kara Buzzar, the busseling groups outside loud.

Inside is a haven of perfect temperature ir, maintained by enchanted sapphires.

"I hope the boys are doing okay." Malon says as she inspects her bow, eyes nothing but calculating.

"Mh, they're fine... By now, they're figured out that we're not coming back and that we got the mask."

"I know. I'm just worried. "

"Can I help?"

"No... It's just weird. I'm not usually the one on an adventure. "

You nod, not quite understanding the sentiment but understanding being on an adventure you weren't expecting or really even supposed to be on.

She looks at you fully, her soft smile a little bitter in the afternoon light. "I'm just glad that it's you that I'm with and not someone else."

"Oh- thanks. I'm glad it's you here too." Yoy say, trying not to come off as the giant smitten crush haver you are.

"You're sweet. It's really no wonder Link likes you so much."

"Oh, yeah... I try."

Malon just laughs, warm and amused. "You're a good person, and I've heard you're a Greta friend."

"That means a lot. Thank you."

She just smiles, pulling her bag onto the bed so she can double-check her arrow supply.

If she's honest- she likes you too. A lot. More than a friend even if it is a fresh crush.

You're funny, kind, and very attractive. She likes how you try to help people and protect those who need it. You're good people.

You turn to the window, watching the sands roll by as chatter sounds around you. The tourists outside are all dressed in linens and silks, seeking refuge from the sun as they browse the stalls.

You can hear Time worrying, even if you aren't actually there. You've seen it enough times, overheard his muttering, he thought no one could hear. You just hope he and the others are okay.

(You can see the pacing and the glaring as he mutters about where you and his wife might possibly be. The way he gets snappy with everyone's. How he takes as many watch shifts as he physically can before royally crashing. Only to repeat the whole process.)

"Hey, (Y/n)?" Malon calls.

"Yeah?"

"What was it like for you growing up?"

You turn to face her, her curiosity evident. And usually you don't just tell people about your past but most people don't ask. To be fair.

"Well... I mean, mom was born on a ranch and grew up there with her siblings. Dad was a royal guard from a long line of them.

"I grew up in castle town, I have three siblings though. And we spent every summer at Mamaw and Papaw's ranch. I did good in school but I struggled to keep up.

"It was okay, dad wasn't home a whole lot... Drank when he was, but he just got loud and angry."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's fine. The one time he hit us, mom nearly killed him." You give a shrug, "After that, he left for a year and came back better. I still don't talk to him much these days. But I don't feel like he's a danger anymore either."

"He hit you?" Malon asks, furry already filling her. How dare anyone ever mistreated children - how dare anyone mistreated you.

Oh, she'd like to kick your father's ass. That would be fun.

She can only imagine that Time would be on board.

"Once. Never again." You shrug, unphased because honestly you've faced worse on this quest with the boys.

"That's a real low thing."

"It's cool, I can kick his ass now. After learning to hold my own against the boys, I think I could take on Gannon myself." You crack a smile, hoping to distract her with a joke.

"I'm sure you could."

"Maybe that's why we got pulled away, to destroy gannon?" You snort at just the thought.

Gannon is so fucked is you or Malon meet him, but both of you- well he'd be done for. You both have a lot of rage towards him and you're both skilled at fighting.

"Ha! Maybe so."

"How would you do it?" You ask, "Defeat Gannon, I mean."

Malon tilts her head with a hum, thinking about the logistics of her ideal victory. She bites her lip as she does this.

"I think I'd just take my cast iron skillet to his head." Malon says with a shrug, "What about you?"

"Hm- I meN I'd wanna say the sword would let me weird it and go that route... but I'd probably be more likely to fight him with a baseball bat full of nails."

"That's a good choice."

"I think so!"

Malon changes the subject again, this time to the places you've been.

And you just enjoy the downtime with the redhead. You definitely are starting to fully grasp why Time likes her so much.

.......

Time can't stand can't of this, settled at a campfire in the Great plateu of Wild's hyrule is awful. Time's only thoughts are of you and Malon.

The woods are no comfort to him. Only making him more on edge because you could be anywhere in any time, and he'd never even see you if you were here.

Time is so worried. And everything is too quiet.

He's- used to not having Malon around all the time on this quest... But you've been there so long your absence is particularly felt.

The lack of your smile and laugh has been awful. Your help with cooking has been missed. The soft touches as you help him dress wounds -

Oh he's so fucked.

"I'm sure it's fine." Wind says a s he sits down by Time.

"Sailor - you don't know that. "

"I do. You have a type. Stubborn." Wind's smile at the end is a little smug.

"I- that is not my type."

"It's part of it."

"I'm just worried about them. Obviously, something happened. Neither of them would just run away. "Time says as he narrows his gaze on the ground.

"No... they wouldn't. "Sky says, "But they're together, are they're both smart."

"That doesn't mean they are in danger. I'm not even sure the mask is going to be helpful. What if they haven't even found it?"

Wind just listens, not sure how to help but wishing Time eoukd stop being so on edge.

"It will be okay, Time. Obviously you get them back. Or Twilight wouldn't exist." Sky tries to reason.

"That only means I get Malon back- what if (Y/n) dosen’t ever come back? What if It's my fault and I didn't hear them and-"

"Time." Twilight says firmly to try to stop the rambling spiral the man seems set on.

Everyone is worried about you and Malon. Everyone wants to get you all to safety-

"Hey, old man." Warriors calls out, "Come look at this."

Time stands, gaze landing on Warriors next to the largest tree in the forest, roots almost like their own tunnel.

The man was towards the knight, waiting for more instruction.

"These are (Y/n)'s initials, aren't they?"

Time looks, and maybe your hylian and his hylian are very different but you'd taught him how you tagged certain things when lost. A habit picked up from a survivalist uncle.

The tag carved into the tree reads your intials and then 'day 4'.

Unfortunately, the wood is well healed. At least fifty years have passed, probably longer. But the chain hadn't been in the plateu before, which means -

You got pulled away through a portal. With Malon at your side, probably. And you are in the past of the current time the boys are in.

That's some real shit.

"Well... at least we know what happened to them?" Wild trues, not really soundings too confident in it.

"I'm going for a walk." Time says in place of any real answer.

"Should we tag that way?" Wind suggests from behind the group.

"Maybe." Wild says, "So they can at least keep up with where we've been."

Warriors nods, deciding to tag the tree below your carving 'H.C. day 9.'

He just hopes you can figure it out.

Time can be seen going on a walk Allright, a real pissy walk.

Yikes.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

https://open.spotify.com/track/1mUG7ftwIxuq5fhMPkyM02?si=TTz0NlFXSwKhceVj2fHy-Q

Yoi gave ndjr senidtske nift og ny nudiv ideubdtrunebysk

It was... an unpleasant sensation, dragging himself into the physical world when there was no longer anything physical about him. It almost made him feel again, but not enough, not enough for any significance, only enough for the trace of sensations, most of which were lingering phantom pains from his final moments.

But he would fight through the pain like he always had. He would not fail Hyrule again.

Once he had finally gotten the hang of the sensation, of the technique, one of the first things he'd seen was his grave. It had been an uncomfortably morbid reminder, and he'd... well...

His father had been there. He'd been there and he'd been crying.

Link had never wanted to see that again. He had run so, so far away. And now it had been so long... he figured it was silly to assume time could heal such a wound, but he could hope.

In the meantime, he helped the new Hero do what he could not. In the meantime, he let the child have an adventure as best he could, he let him be free and happy and not have the weight of the world crush him as it had the knight.

The young fisherman whooped in delight as he goaded his horse to go faster, and Link had to laugh with him as he flew along. The bokoblin approaching them yelled in defiance, but fell quickly enough to the fishing harpoon. The boy was getting stronger with his thrusts, and it made Link happy to see it. The two shared a smile of victory as they continued onward.

Hyrule glowed in the evening light. Link almost felt warm at the sight of it. It was amazing how it continued to survive despite the world seeming to have ended all those years ago. But survive it had, and someday soon, it would thrive once more.

The new Hero laughed again, standing in his saddle and throwing his hands in the air to catch the cool evening air, and Link found it in himself to hope for a better future.

[bihastuff]

Hiya! I like see you post about other manga, we have very taste in shoujo (akatsuki no yona, tsubaki to renren). Is there any shoujo you'd recommend? Do you read manhwa at all (korean manga)?

Oh hey , I hope you have a great day . For shoujo manga I don't really read that many , I have just recently started reading some shoujo and those are the ones I'm currently reading :

Firefly wedding:

The story is about a girl called Satoko , she was raised in a noble family and she was born with a chronic illness . Unfortunately she doesn't have many years to live , her dream is to get married to make her father happy . One day she got kidnapped , and those kidnappers commissioned this assassin Shinpei to kill her but she proposed to get married to him and he agreed and then they try to escape those kidnappers . I pretty much described the first two chapters . Honestly I love both Satoko and Shinpei they are the same age as Yona and Hak . The manga has beautiful artstyle and I enjoy the development of their relationship .

I'm not sure if the story is considered shoujo or Josei but it's marketed toward women

In the Clear Moonlit Dusk :

The story takes place in highschool, the female lead is called Yoi she is a tomboy girl , she is very tall and handsome and all the girls have a crush on her in the school and they nicknamed her prince , she caught the attention of the other prince of the school called Ichimura . It's a very wholesome story not too many things happen . You got the usual festival chapters you got introduced to another second male lead you know it's your typical romantic highschool story . So far I enjoyed it , the manga also have beautiful artstyle . Some few complaints you will see about the story is that Ichimura has no personality hopefully we will learn more about him and his family in future chapters . also he keeps saying to yoi how she is not like other girls who he dated .

As for manhwa , I don't read that many but my favorite are : weak hero and the return of the blossoming blade .

But I think by your question you want a romance manhwa and honestly the only one that I read and I loved is :

Like wind on a dry branch

The story starts with Reita who finds herself at the mercy of an evil nobleman and his dying wish to have her buried alive beside him. Before she was buried , an archduke called Killian who owed money to the nobleman , saved Reita and took her with him . The archduke has a bad reputation he is a womanizer not true and he killed his brother true . Reita also is a very interesting character she is a very talented mage . The story is a slow burn with amazing dialogues it takes 120 chapters for them to kiss but honestly I prefer it this way , because Reita is a window and it takes time for her to grieve the death of her husband and her daughter , and to recover from the abuse she endure under the hand of that nobleman. Also there is a mystery surrounding her but I think you will discover it if you want to read the story .

[kamelopardaleis]

Outtakes 4

Viktor and Yuuri had much more unnecessary bickering in earlier drafts of this little YOI age reversal fic...

Leave a night-owl alone

(from Chapter 2, the argument about Yuuri overworking with three jobs)

Yuuri’s sass makes an inconvenient appearance when Viktor tries, yet again, to protest against his workaholism, “Viktor 4-am Nikiforov says I am workaholic! Wow! Amazing!” 

Viktor ignores the jab at his limited vocab, “And how are you still out at 4 am?”

“Leave a night owl alone. Hoot hoot —”

“So you can die from not sleeping?!”

“Viktor, I can take care of myself, okay?”

“No, you don't.” 

“Yes I —”

The conversation is so stupid even Viktor is annoyed. “I just don’t see why you can’t say no to this some-mamamia-san. It’s not like you even need her money!”

“Takayama-san is counting on me for the dance competition in —”

“Ask her to go find someone else —”

“You don’t understand. Her father — ”

“--- is such a good friend he did you a tiny favour some fifty years ago and now expects you to make his daughter twenty special routines on top of giving her private lessons since forever?!” Viktor snapped.

“Makoto-senpai is a good friend,” bless Yuuri to become exasperated on this friend ’s behalf, “and he isn’t making me do anything I don’t want to like you are so politely implying — ”

Yuri * 2

(from Chapter 5 when Yuri distributed new year pirozhki)

“Yuuuuri, I think your Russian namesake might have a teeny-tiny baby crush on you.”

“Huh?”

“You’ve got katsudon pirozhki.”

Katsuki Yuuri is an angel

(from the start of Chapter 3, after Viktor makes Yuuri his coach without asking and causes a mini chaos at Yutopia, Yuuri eventually turns around. Viktor wants to hug this wonderful man.)

“I don’t take surprises very well, and I really, really mean it that you should not fling something like that at me again. And I really cannot coach you. But – I will try to help you as much as I can, Viktor. If you need me – need us. You can ask.”

If Viktor isn’t so preoccupied with the explosion of a million emotions in his chest right now, he will notice that as soon as Yuuri finishes his mini-speech, his natural aversion to 99% human beings has started to take over again. But of course Viktor’s next outburst doesn’t help the situation at all, because he declares in amazement to the entire hall of Yu-topia that “KATSUKI YUURI YOU ARE AN ANGEL—”

Since the angel in question has promptly flown down the hall, the outstretched arms of Viktor are now in great need of another warm body. Akari, the poor poodle so starved of affection for the past few days, happily supplies his service instead, to the satisfaction of both parties.

[hughiecampbelle]

Imagine your father Hopper not liking who you date, so Joyce talks to him:

"I'm the chief of police, I could cover it up."

"I think y/n would know it was you, Hop." Joyce chuckled. She knew how he got when you brought up any kind of interest in someone. Angry, defensive, already planning how he could make them disappear without ever even meeting them. You'd gone to Joyce more than a few times, desperate for him to listen, to talk about these things and ask the proper questions. Like a mother to you, she sat you down and explained everything you were curious about. From what to wear on a date to all the right protection. It was a little awkward for you, but she was glad you were getting this information from an adult and not a bunch of clueless teenagers. You needed someone on your side against your father and she was more than willing to let you go out while they talked.

"I just don't understand why they'd go out with that?" Hopper watched you two drive away, off to the movies. He would have followed, but you made sure to give Joyce his keys beforehand. He'd always been the overprotective type. He had to be, he knew what went on in this town. Hopper didn't want to admit it, but you were growing up before his eyes. These dates and crushes on celebrities and musicians and someone from your art class, it was all reinforcing this. He didn't want you to grow up, though. That meant growing out of needing him. For a long time, it was only the two of you. He was the only person you had. Now that yoy were older you had others, and though he knew it sounded irrational, he was scares that meant you were forgetting about him. He needed you more than you needed him these days. . . .

"That has a name and they're sweet together. Lighten up, it's only a first date."

[tooweirdforyou]

Hi, could you write a domestic scenario with Marco or Zoro?

Marco In A Domestic Relationship

A/N : y’all, am I getting this domestic thing right? Because like, I have no idea how it works or what it means, and I’m such a lowlife who knows nothing about this stuff ;-;

Summary : just a fluffy scenario of a domestic life with Marco and his significant other.

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“There you go. You should be feeling better soon.”

Smiling at the sight of Marco treating another child who had gotten hurt while running, Marco stands up straight and turns over to you, seeing you watching him in a daze.

He chuckles gently and kisses your temple when he makes it over to your side. “You’re thinking pretty hard there, [Name]-yoi.”

“I’m thinking about you.”

You admit, placing your hand over your stomach where the smallest bump was formed, displaying the first showing of your pregnancy with Marco.

“Yeah? And what specifically are you thinking about?” He hums, smiling lazily back at you, placing his hand over yours on your stomach and wraps the other around your waist.

“How you’re going to be an amazing father.” You giggle, turning to head inside the house the two of you lived in together, Marco immediately moving to open the door for you and allow you in.

“I can’t believe everything that’s happen.. it’s all so fast. And now, we have one on the way.” You mumble, standing still by the entrance and Marco smiles at your nostalgic and sentimental tone.

“That’s true. It’s been one hell of a couple years, but we’re here now-yoi. Let’s look into the present instead of lurking in the past.” He says, gently guiding you over to the living room and sat you down.

You follow along, making yourself comfortable as you lean back onto the couch and exhale softly.

“2 years is a long time..” You whisper and Marco stiffens a bit. A small memory coming back that he’s suppressed over the last two years.

“That it is..” he mumbles back, walking off into the kitchen nearby to get some water for you.

Closing your eyes, you shift and laid down on the couch, propping your feet up on the armrest and placed a pillow under your head.

Arms placing themselves onto your stomach, you relax and just enjoyed the silence that was filling the air.

When Marco finished pouring some water into glasses for the both of you, he began to bringing them out to the living room, just to find you laying down.

He blinks a bit, wondering if you were already sleeping, before a small smile curls onto his lips and he chuckles.

He goes over to the coffee table as places the glasses down carefully before knelting down by your side, allowing himself to get a closer examine of your beautiful face.

Smiling to himself, Marco begins to think what even led to the two of you together.

He always figured you’d go for Ace, considering Ace was younger and much more.. active, outgoing and cheery. Marco was a bit different.

He was more reserved, older and wasn’t too out there, and even more, he always noticed you spent time with Ace more often, often getting into trouble and getting yourself hurt which he himself had to patch you up.

So Marco was pretty surprised to hear your confession to him on your crush. Inside, he felt such a heavy weight being lifted off his shoulders and much relief running through his body.

Turns out, you spent time with Ace just to get yourself hurt intentionally, and find a reason to talk and be in Marco’s office.

Bit of a peculiar method to use, but Marco certainly found it funny, having laughed at the thought when admitted to him the truth. He was rather amused.

And soon enough, you two decided to be together and have been inseparable.

“You’re thinking pretty hard there, Marco-yoi.”

You mimicked Marco’s words from earlier which successfully snapped him from his thoughts and you laugh to yourself.

Marco chuckles and moves his hand up to flick your nose making you scrunch it a bit, pouting.

“I thought you were sleeping-yoi?”

“I was resting my eyes.” You shrug and he smiles more at your answer and motions you to sit up as he reaches to grab the water for you.

Instead, you stopped him and outstretched your arms, staring at him with your cutest smile.

“No.”

“Please?”

Marco stares into your eyes before playfully rolling his own and leaned down, letting your arms wrap around his neck and lifts you up like you wanted.

Hands under your thighs to support you hanging onto him, he felt your warm breath his his upper neck and smiles a bit more.

“Bedroom?”

“Yes please. I want to cuddle.”

Chuckling once more, Marco shakes his head and began to walk off towards the room, humming softly to himself. “You’re quite spoiled..” he teases and you giggle. “Technically, you’re spoiling our child mostly, if you think about it.”

Marco gently places your body down onto the center of the bed and stood up, going over to the bathroom.

Staring at him leaving your sight, you shifted yourself comfortable and then used your feet to pull up the blanket that was on the edge of the bed.

Successfully pulling it up, you pull it over onto yourself and smile at the newfound warmth given.

Marco returned sooner than expected, holding something in his hands as he sits on the edge of the bed and pulls off the blanket you just put on yourself.

“Here, lift up your shirt-yoi.”

Glancing to what was in his hands, you furrow your brows and lift up your shift like you were told.

Placing the item flat onto your stomach and a sudden warmth was spread all across your skin, making you widen your eyes slightly.

Before you could question him, Marco already spoke.

“The warm towel will help your stomach as you sleep and rest-yoi. Try to put it on daily so it’ll ease your discomfort and any stomach pains you might get with your pregnancy.”

You nod in realization and smile, raising your arm and pulling him down.

“Thank you.”

Leaning up, you gently kiss his lips in which Marco gladly returns and smiles with his half-lidded eyes closed.

“Of course. I have to take care of my two favorite people after all-yoi.”

Chuckling, you pull him onto the bed and snuggle into his chest, careful not to move the towel and relaxed in his arms.

“Boy or girl?”

“I think having a mini you would be a pain.” He admits, laughing aloud when he saw your puffed up cheeks at his comment.

“But I’d love to have a girl-yoi.” He answers through his laugh that finally died down.

You nod and grab his hand, intertwining your fingers and held it tightly in yours.

“..I want a baby girl too.” You smile softly and close your eyes, laying your head on his chest, and Marco leans down to kiss the top of your head.

“Well, we’ll see.”

The air was quiet for a bit, both of you just thinking and enjoying each other’s presence before you lowered yourself a bit and sigh, with the softest smile present on your lips.

“...I love you.”

Marco, feeling his heart warming at your words, could only think about his life months later, with you and your first child together with him.

“I love you, [Name]-yoi.”

-

Nine months later...

“Congratulations. It’s a baby girl!”

-

A/N : I’m so sorry this took so long and I really hope you enjoyed this! Marco might be ooc, so I’m sorry if he is ;-;

[yoificfinder]

Hey love, hope you are doing well ✨ I was wondering if you have any recommendations regarding side characters (personality analysis, friendship etc.) I absolutely adore all the side characters in the YOIverse however there are not many fics revolving around them so if you know any good ones, it'd be great!! Thank you so much in advance 💟

Hey dear nonnie! This took a long time, I hope you're still here. I combed through ao3 to find fics I remember that fit your request and discovered new gems along the way! Many of these are not popular/underrated but I guarantee that they're good reads so I hope you (and anyone else who finds this) enjoy! If only for that reason alone, I really hope this rec list becomes one of the most popular posts in this blog (I would really appreciate a reblog!) so these fics/authors can receive more love! Plus this is the most exhaustive and time-consuming rec list I've made so far (but I still feel that I missed a lot so other recs are welcome!).

Without further ado, here are some great YOI side-characters' stories in canonverse:

(Don't) Give A Damn by @forochel [T, 9K]

Mari, through the years.

an open door by tripcyclone [G, 8K]

Lilia never wanted children of her own, but caring for Victor gives her a glimpse into the life she chose to pass by.

Beautiful In Knowing by @val-creative [T, 1K]

Sara knew she was a girl, even if nobody else did or believed her.

She ordered Michele to call her "Lady Sara" from now on. He would roll his eyes and grumble, but never attempt to misgender her. She liked "Sara" — it meant "lady, princess, noblewoman". And she would never go back to her deadname.

by any other name by iguanastevens [T, 2K]

"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet."

Yuri's life as told by the names he's given; or, how Yuri's names direct his life.

Feathers on the Ice by Kiranokira / @kyashin [E, 79K]

After dinner and a bath and quality hamster time, snuggled in bed cocooned within his eight entirely necessary pillows, Phichit indulges himself and investigates Seung-gil's hashtag. There isn’t much from Seung-gil himself, but Seung-gil's fans are many and dedicated. Amid the photos of Seung-gil at competitions or practicing and the few candid shots of Seung-gil in airports or out on the streets of Seoul, there’s a very recent professional video uploaded by user andjoy_studio.

Phichit clicks on it, and his life changes.

fermata by perbe [T, 3K]

When one is patchwork of growth plates and bruises, it is inevitable that one must admire boys with words a size too big, as if they know down to their bones that they are meant for something greater.

I used to burn for you, Otabek thinks.

(A character study on Otabek's reaction to his placement at the Grand Prix Finals.)

Go On Ahead by @kiaronna [G, 2K]

Sour, grouchy Yakov didn’t understand sparkly purple skate outfits or wanting to eat your weight in sweets or having crushes on boys.

But Viktor did.

Gossips, Chinese whispers and misunderstandings by womanroaring [M, 8K]

Series of short stories relating to how certain (often perfectly innocent) scenes in Yuri On Ice would have looked from the outside. And just the gossip and stuff that would have surrounded them.

I am Yuri Plisetsky by rinsled05 / @dreaming-fireflies [M, 1K]

Who is Yuri Plisetsky?

He's not Agape.

Not a “prima donna” ballerina.

And definitely no Russian fairy.

No, Yuri Plisetsky is an angry, loud, in-your-face, Russian tiger who will take to the ice and give you a brilliant gold-worthy performance you will never forget.

... a piece on Yuri's rationale for skating to "Welcome to the Madness". Rated for the actual foul-mouthed language in the story itself, courtesy of one Yuri Plisetsky.

if friends were flowers i'd pick you by windupbirdgirl / @tanpopori [G, 4K]

Yuuko thinks of Yuuri’s skating, beautiful and flawed. She thinks of Yuuri sitting with the girls instead of the other boys at practice. She thinks of Yuuri and Viktor, the posters of him he asks her to buy him for birthdays. The posters he wouldn't ask anyone else to buy.

“Oh, Yuuri.” She bites her nails, ruining the carefully applied polish. She doesn’t care at all.

Sitting in that tiny bedroom, she makes a big decision.

if love is king, who wears the crown by @crollalanzaa [G, 1K]

“Second is seen as nothing,” Christophe had derided.

“But that moment you glide onto the ice, that hush of the audience, and that expectation, isn’t that worth something?”

“You speak as if you know. You used to skate?"

Past tense. It still stung, even if it was expected.

Minako knows exactly what it's like to be at the top of your game, and she remembers the descent just as clearly.

if she wants me by renaissance [G, 6K]

Hiroko and Minako, then and now.

kagura by night by seventhstar / @pencilwalla [T, 1K]

The world around her is like the mountains.

A mortal lifespan is narrow; mortals watch the mountain’s unchanging faces, unravaged by the same measure of time that takes a human from dust to dust, and think them immortal in comparison. But stone erodes, just as flesh decays. It just takes longer.

If she watches long enough, everything changes. Languages drift until all the words she learned before are meaningless. Technology changes until she ceases to believe in magic because human ingenuity is more infinite than the stars. What is beautiful, what is polite, what is wrong, what is right—time, given its way, reshapes all.

But Minako’s body remains as it has always been. That’s why she loves to dance, she supposes; it’s the one thing time cannot take from her.

Katsudon by @azriona [G, 8K]

Hiroko doesn’t need to see to coat pork cutlets in egg and panko. She has made this dish for her family for over thirty years; she’ll make it another thirty, if she’s lucky.

Now she makes it for Yuuri and Victor as they fly home from Barcelona, with silver around their necks and gold around their fingers.

keep me steady as we go by strikinglight [G, 3K]

When Isabella stood and crossed the room to where he sat she saw her notebook open in his lap, turned to the last page of their to-do list, all but three items crossed off with less than a month to the wedding date. License. Ceremony. Everything after. She saw the angle of his gaze, too, not on the words but straight ahead, staring blank and glassy and brittle into some invisible place she still wasn’t sure she could follow him to, yet. And yet she had been the one who’d promised to try—and to keep promising, forever and forever.

Kooks by BoxWineConfessions [G, 3K]

Mari clasps her right hand across her left hand and rests them both atop her growing stomach. “I guess you’re just lucky that your father, I mean your other father, my brother-“ Mari giggles. “God, it all sounds so weird, doesn’t it? Do you care? Do you care that we’re all so fucked up and we don’t care at all?” Mari laughs again. It’s all she can do when she hurts this much, and wants a cigarette this much, but can’t stop smiling despite the fact that her body seems to hate her so much. “Well he means the world to me. That’s why I have you.”

Living in the Maybe by @adrianners [T, 6K]

It wasn’t hard to spot a 180cm platinum blond in Fukuoka International Airport. Especially when he was the only person wearing sunglasses. Indoors. At night.

Mari picks Viktor up at the airport when he returns from Moscow. Without Yuuri there to play his usual role of interpreter, they learn to communicate around their linguistic, cultural, and personal barriers.

post tenebras lux by @alykapediaaa [T, 1K]

“Which skater would you say has inspired your skating the most?”

The question catches him unaware, so much so that he’s rendered speechless. It’s only when he sees Yakov lean towards the microphone to answer in his stead that Yuri blurts out the first name that comes to mind.

“Yuuri Katsuki.”

The Best Men by @kiaronna [Not Rated, 5K]

Just as Viktor lives to surprise, Christophe Giacometti lives to scandalize, to sensationalize. But innocent little Phichit Chulanont is proving to be an impossible victim.

OR: where Christophe tries very hard to get under one Thai skater’s skin, and instead finds himself all over the younger skater’s Instagram feed and wrapped around his finger.

the city of bridges by @stammiviktor [T, 5K]

After three flights, a train ride, and dinner at the Katsukis' table, Yakov finally sees Hasetsu through Viktor's eyes.

The First Cut by BoxWineConfessions [E, 27K]

People made divorce seem like this long drawn out and ugly process, but it really wasn’t. He bought the town home for Isabella as a gift, and so it was hers. The flat down town would go to him, as it was closer to the rink. They paid off her medical school loans last fall, so that was done too. He had a few cars, which she unanimously agreed were his to keep, so long as she could keep her Corvette. She changed her vanity plate from Dr. Leroy to Dr. Yang. He saw it parked out front of the courthouse.

trials of Coach Yakov series by @naraht [T and M, 40K]

Summaries of fics in the series:

1. Forced to share a bed with Victor at the Sochi Grand Prix Final, Yakov learns more than he wants to know.

2. Yakov attempts to prepare Yuri for his transition to Seniors. Yuri doesn't care to listen.

3. No sex while you're competing – this is Yakov's rule. His athletes often have other ideas.

4. In 1980, Yakov Feltsman is the USSR's skating hero. At a dull official reception, he defends his loyalty to the motherland – and makes the acquaintance of a beautiful young dancer from the Bolshoi.

5. In which both Victor and Yakov have to remake themselves – Victor after his first Olympic gold and Yakov after his divorce.

Tz'ror by athoroughlybakedpotato [T, 3K]

Yakov changes much slower than the times do, but steadiness is not always a bad thing.

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ETA - Other people's rec:

curtain of lies by @mandolinearts

JJ's Bizarre Adventure by Falahime

Landscapes of Spring and Summer by @myyoitrashblog

The Melancholy of Georgi Popovich by Falahime

+ a lot more recs on this reblog!!

Thanks for the rec, @vilchen, @genuine-firefly, @adrianners, and @kaleidodreams! ❤

[smh0217]

Career Day

*Taiyang leaves the front of the class room to sit down after going over what his job is*

Goodwitch: Thank you so much to Yanf and Ruby’s dad for that enlightening demonstration. Alright class, to continue our career day presentations, we will now turn it over to Jaune’s father, Abraham H. Arc.

Sun: Hey man, what does your dad even do?

Jaune: I don’t want to talk about it.

Yang: I heard he’s like super old. Is that true?

Jaune: I don’t know. He’s a dad. Dad’s are old.

*A very old looking man with gray hair and a gray mustache enters the classroom.*

Abraham: Greetings, children. I’m Jaune’s father. Hello boy. How are you? Look at your father boy. Look upon your father with pride.

Jaune: I see you, dad!

Goodwitch: Alright, uh, Mr. Arc why don’t you tell us about what you do for a living?

Abraham: Hear me now, children, for my occupation is of much import. For 82 years I have been an oil man, a ‘barren’ some have called me. Now what does an oil barren do? The answer… CRUSH YOUR ENEMIES! GRIND THEIR BONES INTO DIRT! MAKE THSM REGRET THAT THEY WERE EVER BORN!

Nora: Oh sick!

Goodwitch: Wow! Right into the dirt. Now if the kids want to pursue a career in oil, what sort of traits would serve them well?

Abraham: Oil is not for the weak. It is the Earth’s milk, and only the strong may suckle at Mother’s teat. Do you hear me boy? Only the strong…look at me boy. Look at your father! Look at me.

Nora: Look at him Jaune!

Jaune, blushing: Dad, this is embarrassing!

Abraham: One man came close to breaking me, H.R. Pickens. He did not succeed, for I crushed him into the ground!

Yang: Who is H.R Pickens?

Abraham: Exactly!

Goodwitch: Well, Mr. Arc, the oil business must be pretty lucrative, right?

Abraham: Oil has little to do with profit, Marm!

Goodwitch: Okay…

Abraham: Oil is about domination of the spirit. Allow me to demonstrate. Children, point to the weakest in your class. And we shall ruin their spirit, as I ruined the spirit of H. R. Pickens so long ago.

* All of the students point to Jaune*

Jaune, looking betrayed: REALLY?!

Nora: Sorry to say it Jaune, but you are weak like H.R. Pickens!

* Abraham walks over to Jaune’s desk and leans in towards him using his can to hold himself up. *

Abraham: Feel this boy. Understand the pain. You think I was always the picture of strength that I am now?

Jaune: Dad, you couldn’t get out of bed for a week because the mattress was too soft.

Abraham: Mind over flesh boy. I was born seven months too early. Incubation technology was still in its infancy, so they placed me in a cast iron pot inside of a pizza oven until I was ripe enough to walk. My bones never hardened but my spirit did. BE STRONG ANF CRUSH YOUR ENEMIES!

Goodwitch: Well, this has been outstanding Mr. Arc, but unfortunately we are running out of time. Now does anyone else have any last questions for Jaune’s dad?

Blake, raises her hand: Yeah, yeah. I get that you’re an oil barren. But what do you do all day?

Abraham: Perhaps I wasn’t clear. Luckily, I brought a visual aid which will illuminate the ins and outs of the oil industry…

*He shakes open the burlap sack he was carrying and pulls out a dead crow.*

Abraham, holding you the dead crow: This dead bird represents those who will wish you ill. Once proud, flying high above the Earth in bloody defiance of her gifts. And now you return…

*Abraham throws the bird to the ground forcefully.*

Abraham: her to Earth, naked and defeated.

*Abraham stabs his cane into the bird on the ground.*

Abraham: I KILLED YOY MR.PICKENS! I CRUSHED YOU INTO THE GROUND AND NOW TOUR BONES TURN TO OIL BENEATH MY LIVING FEET! I MARRIED YOUR GRANDDAUGHTER, FILLED HER BELLY WITH MY FESTERING SEED AND SIRED A BOY! HE IS MY FINAL REVENGE, H.R.!

Jaune, completely embarrassed: OH MY GOD! Dad come on!

Nora, stands you and claps: I want to be you when I grow up.

Abraham: And so, you shall! Now children, I was asked to bring a healthy snack. So join me in the hall for swine livers and Capri Suns.

[renjunthings]

heart attack.

previous. meet the characters! part 2. next.

disclaimer: do not take this seriously.

mark

another favorite cousin

johnny's dorm buddy

gets teased a lot bc he doesn't have a gf yet

vv cool to hangout with

bring him around so he could laugh at jokes,, even the bad ones

jamming>>>

best friends with hyuck even though he's a year older

protective of you/treats you like a little sister

xiaojun

the vv handsome cousin

everyone has a crush on him

he looks like he hates everyone but he is a sweetheart

you him and mark always jamming to whatever they learnt in the guitar

gives the best comforts

hendery

the weird cousin when u were younger but became the campus heartthrob when ur older

questionable but his looks rlly says otherwise

istg one time when you were 5, he looked at yoi weirdly and told xiaojun "look at that weird looking boy"

he's kinda okay now that he's grown but there are times where he just crank up

literally moodmaker

renjun

the best friend cousin

conspiracy theories are your thing

literally joined at the hip

you have similar habits thus making ur other relatives call you "the twins"

they find it freaky at how u guys just,,, influence each other, adapting to each others mannerisms

one things different tho, he is more aggressive than u r

jeno

jaemin's boyfriend

vv sweet

whenever jaem requests boba/coffee, he always buy one for you

u both tease jaemin all the time sometimes

asks u how's jaemin doing whenever they have a small fight

pretty boy is worried for his baby

donghyuck

the handsome next door neighbor

bestfriends w mark and renjun

renjun and him always hangout after classes

is close w ur fam

ur parents love him

ur dad taught him how to drive (cs his father is away from work)

ur fam teases u w him

"he ur boyfriend yet?"

even when he is around

and u hate it more when gets cocky and teases u w them

its like hot seat everytime

u tryna deny cs u don't want them to know maybe u do have a crush on the next door cutie

jaemin

ur vv gay cousin

matching gucci slides (ten and yangyang r jealous)

likes to gossip w u esp bout hyuck

"he comes here everday, he must've been trying to get ur attention"

"wtf nana he's here for renjun?? they always hangout"

"yeah renjun keeps thirdwheeling you guys :("

#1 shipper ig lmao

vv boujee too

yangyang

second to renjun amongst closest cousins

yall be twinning w ur outfits

ur fave one was when u two had personalized bucket hats he wears it almost everyday

he's ur ride or die kind of cousin

u srsly become weird and chaotic when w him

u guys hangout whenever renjun is w hyuck or u have though mt of a brilliant plan

chenle

baby cousin :(

fr he is literally the words laugh and giggles

mischievous and cunning but his cuteness lets him get away w things

attached to jisung 24/7

he likes to dress himself as cool and edgy but he breaks character everytime he smiles or laugh

ur his fave noona

u treat him food sometimes and he cooks you food he had learnt in return

jisung

ur baby brother

vv innocent looking

but sometimes get mischievous bc of chenle's influence

he easily gets guilty tho

u love to tease him like babying him in public

the floofiest kid fuck im crying

previous. meet the characters! part 2. next.

[nct and wayv as your relative but donghyuck as your neighbor crush!au]

masterlist.

a/n: this series will be updated from time to time depending on what prompt comes into my mind. you may request/suggest situations too.

taglist:

[ao3feed-danganronpa]

damnn zaddyy

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3d4ew7e

by jakefromstatefarm420

i legit copied a part from Lil_Pimps chatfic lmao- ----- SHSL Make-up Artist: Mom SHSL Make-up Artist: Mother SHSL Athlete: shut up SHSL Make-up Artist:.... SHSL Make-up Artist: Dad SHSL Make-up Artist: Father

Words: 446, Chapters: 1/420, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of chatfic of hopes peak

Fandoms: Super Dangan Ronpa 2

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Multi

Characters: look at parent tags, and the kiddos, Nidai Araia, shes the main character lmao, Tanaka Esme, Hinata Yoi, Tsumiki Kosuke, Saionji Babaru, Kuzuryuu Natsumi

Relationships: so uh basically here are the parents in the story, Nidai Nekomaru/Owari Akane, Sonia Nevermind/Tanaka Gundham, Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko/Pekoyama Peko, Mioda Ibuki/Tsumiki Mikan, Koizumi Mahiru/Saionji Hiyoko, Hinata Hajime/Komaeda Nagito, and for the kiddos, Saionji Babaru/Kuzuryuu Natsumi, Hinata Yoi/Tsumiki Kosuke, Nidai Araia/Tanaka Esme (platonically for rn)

Additional Tags: Crack, Trans Character, Nonbinary Character, legit theyre all high, natsumi has a crush on babaru, Platonic Relationships, Platonic Female/Female Relationships, for now, Tired Hinata Hajime, Swearing, like a lot, A lot - Freeform, theyve all been friends since they were babies lol, LMAO, Zaddy - Freeform

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3d4ew7e

[20fc7bc372f78c3f0d3f1a]

i dreamt that me, em, femy and el went to jerusalem. we walked around n saw lots of things but me n el ebded up getting ob a big armoured train. it had cameras all along the track for some reason so on these televisions inside the train u could see the train as it passed. we were in marshland, there was a big bear at one point, it had matted, raggled fur, almost like dreadlocks. no one cared abt it except me. the train was armoured and heavy and so it couldnt slow down and we end up crashing into some sort of freight train, and derailing that,but our train was ok enough. we got to watch the train as it crashed on the cameras. after, we went along, and we crashed into a train full of people and we were all watching the crash as it happened. the train lit on fire n no one moved. i went to the fire escape and opened it and i helped people get off the train. and then i ran, hoping to find where we were staying. i ran through backstreets and i saw ultra zionists but i managed to find my way back. there was a party outside, my father was there, there was a gay man there, he threw a beer bottle at me. it shattered and i said why did yoy do that and he threw another bottle at me and i caught it. i went to sit down and he said to be careful as ppl had been playing "dig dip dare" which apparently involves crushing beer bottles into the ground. he went to throw another bottle at me and i warned him that if he did i'd glass him

there are otjer details i dont fully remember, like the presense of a light blue eyed, black haired girl called jess who i am certain i invented

[iceysaur]

Hiya! Since yoy mentioned the fact you like talking about your and Roni's characters, maybe some fun facts about Terri, her siblings and her mom? Maybe even Cecilia?

Yo noice. Though knowing myself,characters I narrate are more or less getting a short description instead of just fun facts

Winnie - She has fire powers and is a guardian angel because she offed herself,but in the end saved her old man’s life before she disappeared for good. She’s also kind of an ass,but mellowed out a lot after Terri was conceived and only ever acts like an ass if something to do with her roles (she’s an actress). I narrate her

Terri - More or less P2!Dude with two X chromosones. She’s snarky as fuck,violent and trailer trash. But (and this is a huge but) she cares deeply about her family. As a kid,Winnie put her in Roni’s orphanage since Dude was still married at the time and the adoptive family that took her in....Wasn’t nice. Mother was verbally abuse and father was sexually abusive. So that leaves Terri a hypersexual pan mess. She’s also a demon because she died prematurely thanks to an accident. I narrate this B

Lionel - He’s a sweet boy that likes helping other and doing whatever he can with it,but will feel bad if he helps the wrong kinda person. Roni narrates him

Courtney - Cop in training (thanks,Postal 3′s good ending for the idea) but still admittedly pretty violent. She was born with a bad leg,so she had to get a prosthetic in her teens. When she’s nineteen,she has a stalker ‘nice guy’,but hello hello,she’s a lesbian so that don’t sit well with either Dude or Cory (what we took to calling P3!Dude because of his voice actor) and also she becomes pretty paranoid cause of it. I narrate her

Rocco - He’s a crossdresser that very much still identifies as a boy,even with the long hair (a trap,more or less....I don’t find the term offensive,but anyone does politely hit me up about it). Roni narrates him

Nelly - Curious little thing that loves trying out new things,even though she sometimes hurts herself through that. Roni narrates her

Cody - A little sweetheart that loves to play the piano and such. The problem is,he’s blind since birth. He tries his hardest though. He’s the closest with Nelly (they’re also one year apart from each other) and it shows,because he always clings to her like a tick. I narrate him

Cecilia/’P3!Terri’ (because of Terri shooting herself like a dumbass) - An emotional mess that can change emotions on the second if you say one wrong word (bipolar,maybe) and can crush her heart with it if she’s not in the room but can hear (from getting the context wrong,I’m guessing). She’s also dating (we haven’t had her marry them yet) Terri and Not Important (that’s who we shipped Terri off with yes). Roni narrates her

[youremarvelous]

I dont think it's in your prompt list, but if you're willing to give it a go-- Yuuri coming home from out of town, finding their house in a flurry of crayons and colored paper, with Victor and their daughter asleep in the bedroom.

Sure, honey! I love writing parental victuuri. I hope you enjoy it!

“Okay—” Yuuri stops outside the TSA line, turns to face Viktor—“so pick-up is at 1—”

“But leave early in case of traffic.”

“And—”

“And bring her a snack to eat because she always gets cranky if she falls asleep on the car ride home before having one.”

Yuuri’s opens his mouth, then closes it again with a slight nod, exhales audibly. “You’ve got it covered.”

“I’ve got it covered,” Viktor smiles, stroking Yuuri’s cheek with his thumb.

“Right,” Yuuri flushes. He sneaks his arms under Viktor’s blush pink sport coat, hugs him so tight he can feel Viktor’s heartbeat fluttering against his cheek. “I’ll miss your coffee.”

Viktor pets the back of Yuuri’s head. “They’ll have coffee at the hotel, dove.”

“Mm,” Yuuri hums. “It’s not the same. Maybe I shouldn’t go.”

“Hey—” Viktor crooks a finger under Yuuri’s chin, tilts his head up so their eyes meet—“it’s just two days. You’ll nail your photoshoot, have a nice, uninterrupted night of sleep, enjoy some subpar coffee—”

Yuuri snorts.

—“and you’ll be home with me and Anechka before you know it.”

“I won’t be able to sleep without your snoring.”

Viktor presses his lips to Yuuri’s forehead, the side of his nose, pauses over his mouth—“I trust you’ll manage—” before kissing him there.

Yuuri isn’t so sure, but he lets his arguments fall away for the moment, singed from his brain by the heat of Viktor’s lips satin-soft against his, the taste of Viktor’s favorite peppered cinnamon black tea on his tongue.

He waves Viktor one last goodbye from the other side of security, manages not to cry until he’s long out of view, safely locked in a bathroom stall near his gate. The truth is no amount of planning could ever adequately prepare him for the inevitable anxiety surge of his first weekend spent away from his daughter.

“It’s not that I don’t trust him,” Yuuri had whisper-cried to his Mom weeks earlier. He was home alone, crammed in the corner of the pantry between boxes of noodles and long-expired baby formula out of an ingrained impulse to hide the truth, even if only from himself. “But some nights he snores louder than the baby cries.”

For her part, Hiroko listened patiently, offering hums of understanding, the occasional, “I’m sure Vicchan knows Anna-chan can’t use the blender on her own,” over any real concrete advice. She knows as well as Yuuri, the only way for him to get over his fear of leaving Anna is to force himself to do it and prove to the hair-trigger, threat-seeking anxiety klaxons in his brain that nothing bad will happen because of it.

All the reason in the world doesn’t stop him from huddling over his laptop as soon as he makes it to the hotel room after the flight, torn between the blissful refuge of not knowing and his heart-rending terror of it.

“Yurik!” Viktor finally answers after Yuuri’s third time calling. Yuuri had already typed 1-1-2 on his phone after the second. He quickly clears it with trembling fingers. “How was your flight, my heart?”

“Fine.” Yuuri tries to scan the background, for the first time in the history of his crush, cursing Viktor’s perfect genetics for the breadth of his muscular shoulders. “Um, so…where’s Anna-chan?” He asks, totally shattering any poorly-constructed illusion of nonchalance.

“Hmm?” Viktor purses his lips. He looks adorably cute—forehead pleated, eyes unbearably blue in the laptop light. Yuuri would appreciate it more if his heart wasn’t pushing its way into his throat. “It’s naptime.”

Which, yeah, Yuuri does a quick time conversion in his head. It is. He’s an idiot.

“Oh, right. That’s right. Sorry.”

“Have you gone anywhere fun?”

Yuuri’s a shitty liar. He doesn’t even have to open his mouth before Viktor’s tilting his head, mouth turning down at the corners.

“Yuuri,” he scolds, stretching out the vowels.

Yuuri swallows down a comment about how nowhere is fun if Viktor and Anna aren’t there. It’s not true, anyway.

Probably.

Or at least, saying so would worry Viktor.

“I’ll go now,” Yuuri says instead. “Call me if something happens?”

“I’ll call you even when it doesn’t,” Viktor assures him. “I love you, please try to rela—enjoy yourself,” he carefully amends.

Yuuri tells him he loves him, too, that he’ll try. He slips in his earbuds after ending the call, tries to recall the choreography to his old routines while he walks around the city, eating up time before he has to leave for his sponsor meeting.

Work helps him get things off his mind a little. At least, until they politely ask about his life as a husband and father for the biographical blurb they’re including with the photoshoot. “It’s the most fulfilling accomplishment of my life,” Yuuri says, which is a true statement, if a well-practiced one.

“Does it worry you to be away for the weekend?”

Yuuri laughs, the sound of it skipping off the walls—stilted and unnaturally loud. “Not at all.”

His pocket buzzes. It’s a photo of Anna shirtless in their backyard, crouched in a mud puddle in her blue, poodle-printed wellies. The cuteness of which manages to distract the interviewer from Yuuri’s fingers drumming an aimless rhythm on his knee, his foot bouncing under the desk.

“Fed, bathed, and tickled,” Viktor reports over Facetime later that evening. “How was the meeting?”

“What? Oh, fine,” Yuuri answers distractedly. His image is blurred, distorted by the faint intermittent tremble wracking the knee on which the laptop is propped. “Did Anna go down okay?”

“Yes, dear,” Viktor smiles politely. ‘Stop fixating’ in code.

Yuuri manages to book himself an earlier flight the next morning. “So I wouldn’t have to miss your coffee,” Yuuri mentally practices himself explaining to Viktor. There’s no point saying that he couldn’t sleep in a crumbless, stainless bed, bereft of clingy dogs and even clingier husbands. Viktor will be able to ascertain as much from his lank hair, the purple bruises under each eye.

He probably expects it, anyway, and not just because Viktor himself has pulled the same move no less than five times in the three years since Anna was born. They know each other too well. It’s both a blessing and a curse.

When Yuuri arrives home—by taxi because he doesn’t want to wake anyone before 5 am—the house is dark and silent. A good thing, logically, but a terrifying thing to the irrational corner of his brain that insists it’s because he has yet to replace the batteries on the carbon monoxide detector since it went out last week and they’ve suffocated in their sleep.

He forgets about the potential poisoning when his head bumps something thin and fluttery in the threshold of the kitchen and living room. He backs up, squints at the obstruction through the dark before flicking on the light. A homemade “welcome home” banner emerges from the dark, rainbow letters written in Viktor’s careful script, decorated with scribbles of yellow and brown circles with legs that Yuuri knows from experience are meant to be happy suns and playful puppies.

Yuuri covers his mouth with his hand, tears stinging his eyes. He can see the paper scraps and crayons still littering the kitchen table, walks over to find a family portrait—a tall rectangle of green and a slightly shorter oval of blue, holding the hands of a purple triangle. There’s also a pink crayon with a deep, conspicuous bite mark, but Yuuri chooses to ignore it for the moment.

He wanders quietly to the bedroom, peeks in to find the centers of his world snuggled together on the bed, a tangle of limbs and dogs and stuffed animals. Yuuri shuffles to Anna’s side. He combs her tangled hair out of her face and kisses her temple, gently pushes away a dog to pull the covers up to her chin.

He makes his way to the other side of the bed next, runs his fingers through Viktor’s hair, brushes the pad of his thumb over his eyebrow until Viktor blinks up at him groggily.

“You’re home.”

Yuuri bows to kiss him. Viktor isn’t expecting it and their lips meet awkwardly—crookedly. It’s exactly perfect in that it isn’t at all. “Sorry I didn’t trust you.”           

Viktor takes Yuuri by the wrist, pulls him into the narrow space between him and their daughter. “It’s okay,” he whispers, voice sleep-rasped and low. “You just wanted to make it home for the coffee, right?”

Yuuri hides a breathy, relieved laugh into Viktor’s chest. “Something like that.”

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