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Short Story Challenge!

I was tagged by @perolesims! Thank you so much!

The Challenge is to tell a short Sim story in one screenshot and twenty-five words or less:

Ted and Eliza thought they'd be together forever... but Fate had other plans...

AND:

Ricky and Leriya despised each other... but they couldn't stay apart!

tagging: @finchfin @mosneakers @cyazurai and anyone else who wants to try!

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Chapter 2: Misunderstandings and Morning Mayhem

pairing: Yuri Plisetsky x OC

synopsis: After a long time Valeriya Nikiforov returns to St. Petersburg to start again with her older brother Victor. She doesn’t expect that her old crush and childhood friend Jurij Plisetsky will also try to change their friendship stage and go further.

tags: romantic, comedy, fluff, slow burn

author's note: sorry for late post, new year’s was crazy

The morning sun streamed through the curtains of Victor’s sleek St. Petersburg apartment, filling the space with a soft, golden light. Valeriya stirred in bed, stretching lazily beneath the covers. The events of the previous night—her arrival, her emotional talk with Victor, and the lingering thoughts of Yuri Plisetsky—buzzed in the back of her mind.

She rolled out of bed and slipped into the first things she could find: an oversized sweatshirt and a pair of underwear. It wasn’t like she was expecting to run into anyone else. Besides, it was Victor’s place—what could go wrong?

Still half-asleep, she padded to the kitchen, her bare legs chilled slightly by the cool air. The black strands of her hair fell messily around her face as she set about rummaging through the cupboards.

The clattering of cups and the sound of the kettle boiling filled the quiet apartment. She was just reaching for the tea when she heard a sharp intake of breath behind her.

"Victor, you’d better not have forgotten Makkachin outside again," Valeriya said without turning around.

Instead of the expected response from her brother, she heard a distinctly different voice—a voice dripping with confusion and shock.

"Uh, who the hell are you, and why are you half-naked in my kitchen?"

Valeriya froze for a split second before turning around slowly, eyebrow raised. Leaning in the doorway was none other than Yuri Katsuki, looking like he’d just been slapped in the face by the most scandalous morning surprise imaginable. His eyes flicked from her bare legs to her sweatshirt, then back up to her face, his expression a mix of bewilderment and something akin to horror.

Valeriya’s lips curled into a slow, amused smirk. "Last I checked, this was my brother’s apartment. But thanks for the warm welcome."

Yuri blinked rapidly, clearly not expecting *that* response. He stammered, "B-but I—this is—wait, your brother? Victor—?"

"Yeah, Victor." Valeriya leaned against the counter, crossing her arms and making no effort to cover up the fact that she was still in her underwear. "I’m Valeriya Nikiforov. Maybe you’ve heard of me?"

Yuri’s mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air. "Victor’s… sister? He never mentioned—wait, why are you dressed like that?"

Valeriya shrugged, completely unfazed by his growing panic. "Sorry, didn’t realize I’d be meeting anyone else this morning. Had I known, I would’ve rolled out the red carpet."

Yuri’s face flushed an impressive shade of red. "I—what the—where’s Victor?"

"Out walking Makkachin," Valeriya said, turning back to the counter and pouring herself some tea. She raised the mug to her lips, pausing dramatically before adding, "Don’t worry, I’m not here to steal your precious fiancé."

Yuri spluttered. "I wasn’t worried about that! I just—"

Valeriya smirked over the rim of her cup. "Relax, Katsuki. You look like you’re about to pass out. You must not be used to seeing a woman in the morning."

Before Yuri could respond, the sound of the front door opening interrupted them. Victor’s voice rang out as Makkachin burst into the apartment, tail wagging wildly.

"Leriya! I’m back—"

Victor froze as he took in the scene: Valeriya casually leaning against the kitchen counter, sipping tea in nothing but a sweatshirt and underwear, and Yuri standing across from her, looking like he was caught between an existential crisis and a heart attack.

"Well," Victor said with a grin, clearly enjoying himself, "looks like you two have met."

Yuri glared at him, still flustered beyond belief. "Victor, why didn’t you tell me your sister was here?"

Victor shrugged, all innocence. "I didn’t think it’d be a big deal."

"Not a big deal?" Yuri echoed, throwing his hands in the air. "You didn’t think it was important to mention that your sister would be standing half-dressed in the kitchen when I walked in?"

Valeriya, ever unbothered, took another sip of her tea. "It’s not like I planned on giving you a show this morning."

Yuri shot her a look, clearly exasperated, but there was the slightest hint of amusement in his eyes now. "You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?"

"Thoroughly," Valeriya replied, flashing him a wicked grin.

Victor, meanwhile, was practically glowing with amusement. He placed his arm around Yuri’s shoulders, pulling him into a brief, playful hug. "You’ll get used to her. She’s even more charming once she puts on pants."

Yuri sighed, shaking his head, but the tension in his posture eased. "I can see she’s as dramatic as you are."

Valeriya rolled her eyes. "Please. I’m nothing like him."

"Sure, sure," Yuri muttered, but there was a smile tugging at the corner of his lips now.

After a few more minutes of teasing back and forth (mostly from Valeriya’s end), they all sat down for breakfast. Victor, in his typical over-the-top style, made pancakes, flipping them theatrically while Makkachin sat eagerly at his feet, waiting for scraps.

Eventually, the conversation shifted to the rink, and Victor suggested they all head there for training.

"You know Yakov’s going to have a heart attack when he sees you," Victor remarked, eyeing Valeriya as he stacked the pancakes on a plate.

"Good," Valeriya shot back, her smirk returning. "Maybe he needs the wake-up call."

Yuri glanced at her, still clearly not over the morning’s events. "You want to give Yakov a heart attack?"

Valeriya shrugged nonchalantly. "What can I say? I like to make an entrance."

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Hi! Please tell me about your OCs fucked up dynamics I'm a sucker for that type of stuff.

STRAP THE FUCK IN BESTIE!!!

One side of this fucked up little dynamic is Ricardo Jesús Ricardo, aka Ricky, or Ricochet. (This is a picrew, not my art)

For all intents and purposes, he appears as Just Some Guy! Well, as much as a space travelling bounty hunter from the 23rd century CAN be. He's about 5'9, with undiagnosed Autism, ADHD, and lots of childhood trauma.

The second half of this duo is Leriya, aka Needle, also a bounty hunter.

She is, as you can see, not a human. She's a member of an extraterrestrial species called Galataens, from the planet Galatae. Leriya is... a lot. About 6'1", she's incredibly unhinged with underlying aggression issues.

The two of them have an enemies to rivals to fuck buddies to friends to lovers storyline. They start out at each others throats with an underlying and undeniable current of sexual tension. Their relationship isn't one you can easily label, since they've tried to kill each other on more than one occasion but WILL die for each other should it come down to it. They may be enemies but they are NOT above fucking each other.

As a friend of mine said, they have feelings for each other, but they've never had feelings before so they think it's hatred. This describes them really well, actually:

Some writing and art about their fucked up but really fun dynamic below the cut

"You can't fall asleep!" Leriya snaps, shaking him. "If you fall asleep, you could die, and if you die, I'll do unspeakable things to your body! Mark my words!"

Ricky lets out a weak, sort of sick, watery chuckle and manages to crack one eye open, a bit of a struggle through the congealing blood on his eyelashes.

"Damn, girl, is that a promise?"

The Swallowtail rocks with the force of the explosion and Ricochet is laughing, loud and boisterous.

"Did you see that?!" He cheers, pumping a fist. "Those pirates won't be bothering anyone anytime soon!"

Leriya peeks around his head to watch the resulting debris float past the cockpit window. "Or ever," she says.

"Just how I like it," he says, offering a hand to her, palm up. "Hit me, Needle."

Leriya does so, punching him hard in the shoulder. Ricochet jerks to the side and whirls toward her. Even unable to see his face, his indignation is clear.

"What was that for?!"

"You said to hit you!" She replies, baffled by his anger.

"I meant give me a high-five not a bruise!"

"How was I to know that?!"

"How were y— how wouldn't you?! Who asks someone to punch them?!" He taps the side of his helmet and it retracts, leaving him glaring at her.

"I am not human," she responds, "what is a high-five and how would I know to give you one?"

Ricochet looks upward, letting out a long huff of breath. "Don't act like you weren't absolutely itching to whack me, Needle."

She can't help the grin that spreads over her face, sharp toothed and mischievous.

"Thought so."

Leriya sinks down into the copilot's chair, kicking aside fast food boxes and other miscellaneous items.

"Is it food?" She asks, flicking her finger against one of the strange little figurines on the dashboard.

"Is what food?" Ricochet asks. He's slid the vehicle into autopilot as he slips off his gloves and tucks them away somewhere.

"A high-five."

"Oh! No. It's a gesture," he explains, "usually to celebrate something."

"Like pirates getting their asses kicked?"

"You know it," he replies with a wide grin.

Leriya leans back comfortably, resting her feet on the dash and returns the smile. Such a funny thing, bearing your teeth to show happiness, to disarm, to connect, it excites her.

"Show me how to do a high five!"

Ricochet scratches the hair on his chin. "Are you going to punch me again?"

"Only if you ask nicely!"

He huffs out a laugh. "All right. All right." He holds out his hand once more, elbow bent, palm out. "Hit your palm with mine, it's easy as that."

Leriya winds up and he snatches his hand away.

"Nicely! You aren't trying to break my hand, relax!"

She giggles and pulls back, softly tapping her hand against his.

"And that was just wimpy," he chides, "give it some oomph!"

"If I hit too hard you get mad, if I hit too light you get mad! What do you want?!"

"Like this," he says, slapping his hands together. "See?" He does it again. "Not too hard, not too wimpy, give it a nice solid whack."

Leriya nods impatiently. "Okay. Okay. Let me try. Let me try."

Ricochet holds out his hand again and she smacks her palm to his. It makes a nice, satisfying clap that has her beaming. "Oh! I get why you do that! It's fun!"

"Yeah! You're getting it now!" He holds his hand up higher. "Up high!" She obliges. He moves it to the right. "To the side!" She hits it again. He moves his hand to the left. "To the other side!" Again, she complies. He holds his hand down, palm still up. "Down low!" Leriya winds up. Just as her hand is descending, Ricochet jerks his out of the way. "Too slow!"

She gasps, offended, and then he's laughing so hard he has to lean back in his seat, shoulders shaking and eyes squeezed shut.

"Hey!" She shouts, annoyed. "Hey! Why did you do that! Why would you move your hand?! Hey!" She tries to slap his arm but he moves it, still cackling. "Ricochet!"

"Ricochet," she whispers, still straddling his lap, her hands cupping the back of his neck.

"Hm?" He hums. His head is tipped back and his hands are still resting on her thighs.

"You're a human, aren't you?"

It's the wrong thing to say. He stands up so fast she tumbles out of his lap and lands on her ass.

"What the fuck are y—"

He doesn't say anything, just fixes his clothes, grabs his jacket, and leaves the room. The door slams shut behind him.

"So why do you need me?" He asks. "This seems like a one person job."

Leriya lashes her tail. She knows why she wants him to come, but she can't just tell him she doesn't want to face her family alone and he's the closest thing to a friend she has.

"Because they're gonna pay bank to get the heirloom back and I know your last job didn't pan out so well," she says.

Ricochet stares for a while, and then he shrugs. "Good enough for me."

She doesn't know why she's seeking comfort. She's never wanted to. She's never had to. Back then, Leriya would let the little barbs from her family roll off her back, she'd stopped trying to fit in, stopped trying to please and achieve when she realized she never could. Her sister fought tooth and nail to be loved and Leriya fought tooth and nail to escape.

So why Ricochet? He's not nice. He doesn't have the warmth and gentle encouragement she longed for as a child. He's blunt and secretive and prickly as a spine fish, but. But.

But he takes her seriously.

Maybe that's all Leriya wanted as a kid, when her parents seesawed between constant criticism and straight out ignoring her.

She wanted to be seen.

And Ricochet sees her.

He goes back to check that she's docked Zipp II all right. He nearly walks right into her as she comes through the door. They stumble back from each other, staring.

"Hey," he says finally.

"Hi," she says.

"What were you off doing?"

Leriya shrugs. "Stopped at a random waystation casino. Had a few drinks, slept with a few people."

That shouldn't upset him, but it does. Ricky shoves that down. "Oh."

She lets out an angry hiss through her teeth. "I can do what I want!"

"I didn't say anything! I did the same thing, anyway."

She stiffens and whirls around to glare at him. "What."

He frowns. "What, I'm not allowed to sleep with someone?"

She grabs him by the lapels of his jacket. "No! You can't! Who is she? I'm gonna kill her!" She's legitimately mad, her tail lashing sharply behind her.

Ricky gapes for a second. She has yanked him upward on to his tiptoes, like he weighs nothing to her. It's a little overwhelming.

"What the fuck? No!" He shoots back. "If I have to tell you that, you have to tell me who you slept with!"

She growls, legitimately growls, and tugs him closer to herself.

"I don't want you sleeping with other people!"

"What? And you can? That's not fair!"

"I don't want to sleep with anyone else, you idiot! I just want you!"

Ricky stares. "Wh-what?"

She stomps one foot, petty and childish and angry as can be. "Promise me you won't sleep with anyone but me!"

"Okay, okay, I promise, geez, it wasn't even that good, anyway."

She glares at him for a little while longer, her shoulders heaving with anger, before she relaxes and lowers him back to the floor.

"Good." She steps away like she's going to leave.

"Wait, don't walk away, explain what "I only want you" meant!"

"It meant what I said!" She snaps. "I could fuck every person in this galaxy and none of it would matter cuz they aren't you. It's not the same if it's not you." She lashes her tail. "Cuz you know me. You see me. It's fucking terrifying, but it… it feels good. To be seen." She directs her glare at him, jabbing him in the chest with one clawed finger. "If I'm not gonna sleep with anyone but you, you gotta do the same! It's only fair, right?"

"Right," he says.

Leriya smooths his hair back with her fingers. It feels so different when it's wet, the curls flattened from the weight of the water and darkened to an inky black. Ricochet reaches with his good arm for a bottle and pops the lid open.

"Shampoo," he says. Leriya tips her head to the side.

"What's that?"

"Special soap for your hair," he says. "Dunno why we need special hair soap, it's just a thing we do."

"Okay," she says.

He instructs her to hold out her hands and empties some of the soap into her palm. It has a sharp, almost floral scent, and when

Leriya rubs her palms together at his direction, it suds up. She starts applying it to his hair from the roots to the ends as he tells her to. Almost as soon as she starts doing that, his eyes slip closed and his head tips back, like her scratching his scalp with her nails is the most relaxing, comforting feeling ever. She's never seen him like this, quiet and vulnerable, trusting her enough to have his throat exposed to her. He takes in a deep breath and lets it out in a long, shuddery sigh. A drop of water slips down from the outer corner of his left eye and vanishes into his hair. Leriya studies his face, scraping her nails over his head from the edge of his hairline to the back of his neck. He lets out that shaky breath again, and another drop of water slips down his cheek. She realizes, sort of suddenly, as another one falls right after the other, that they're coming from his eyes, not from the shower.

What do humans call that? She knows they have a word for it, but… she can't recall it. She keeps rubbing his head as she thinks, trying to remember. She wants to remember.

"I'm gonna turn the water over you back on," she says softly, sliding her hands out of his hair to rest at the sides of his neck. He hums in response, so she reaches behind him and pushes the button. He flinches slightly when the water strikes his face.

"Sorry," she says, putting her hands back into his hair to help rinse the suds out.

"'S fine," he mumbles, tipping his chin back down. He pulls in a harsh breath through his nose and wipes at it with his shoulder, before slowly blinking his eyes open. The white parts look reddened and irritated. He catches her eye and frowns. "What?" His voice sounds scratchy, like it's caught in the back of his throat. She shakes her head, feeling a little sheepish for some reason.

"Nothing," she says, and turns the water over him back off once all the suds are gone from his hair.

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⭐️🎄🎁Merry Christmas!!!🎁🎄⭐️

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Enemies to Lovers but Make It Stupid. Both characters have feelings for each other but theybe never had feelings before so they think it's hatred.

Another character points out they might be attracted to each other and both of them get irrationally angry.

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SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP LOSING MY MIND LITERALLY DYING OH MY FUCKING—

MEL!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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@bananzer babe you thought i was gonna stop at leriya? PSYCH i love the blorbos from your brain!!!! ricky and leriya my beloved (you might have to click for unblurry, tumblr hates me)