#lil baby beka

[mrsarnasdelicious]

EACON4

This is not farewell. This is only see you someday. Somewhen...

What a weekend. So many friends, so much laughter, so many hugs. All of the love.

It started as one of these weekend ought to start, with a canceled train. The train from Hollandse Rading to Utrecht would not depart, so I had to wake up my partner, who was so sweet to bring me to Utrecht. This did enable me to get a train earlier to Rotterdam, leaving me ample time to figure out what platform the train to Paris would depart from and to get @sihtricfedaraaahvicius some breakfast.

We sat in separate compartments for the journey to Paris, though. I talked to a very friendly family who was going to Disney and their daughter made me a few drawings, which was so super adorable.

At Charles De Gaule we met @sihtricsafin and my Scottish friend Beka, who said she'd spotted Arnas at Glasgow airport and likely been with him on the same plane. Beka and I headed to our hotel and checked in. She had a room on her own and I shared one with one of my very best friends, Mary.

Around four I got ready and @lucile-frenchfornerds braided my hair. She and I headed out to the con hotel to gather out con tickets and wait for the cocktail party to start.

We met and hung out with our other friends while we waited and around 18.30 the party commenced.

The atmosphere was so different from last year. The lights were not dimmed and there was no anticipation build up. We just got in and then Eliza and the lads came in, without much fanfare.

I was at a table with Dominika, Rike, Abi and @lucile-frenchfornerds.

I have already forgotten which order we got them in, but Arnas was third. He looked... scruffy. Not at all what I expected, haha. He did ask me how many books I'd written since we last saw each other and did a toast making all of us look him in the eye. That was not as hard as I expected it to be, but his eyes made me melt all the same.

Eliza was fabulous as ever, giving all of us a hug and telling us all we looked good. She is everyone's hypewoman. She spoke a bit about her baby and my god, she looks gorgeous for seven months post partum.

Jacob took it upon himself to get us all drinks. He even roped his handler into helping him carry and it was so precious, but it did mean we had lesser time with him. And that while he is the cutest bean in the entire cast.

Toby, once he'd asked us where we all are from (everyone did this except Jacob, Mark, Arnas and Eliza and it annoyed the shit out of me) started talking about this Irish band and he just filled his entire time with it and that definitely got me started on the wrong foot with this man.

Timmy started about escape rooms and we all went like 'yeah nope' and he said he hates them too and then he sort of starter Dominika about a horror movie about escape rooms.

I am not quite sure what Cavan talked about, but he called us the best table and we all got a hug, so he is okay in my book.

Mark asked us how we were and I almost wanted to comment on the beef-bod + bare-face situation, but I did not. @lucile-frenchfornerds and I both said we had some bad times, but obviously the time was too short for him to unpack that, so he talked abt footie with Rike instead.

Jeppe brung us chocolates. He was so proud of himself, which was adorable. But it was milk chocolate, which always makes my mouth so dry and my drunk had already magically evaporated. Jeppe noticed my expression right away, like a fucking shark and was all disappointed I did not like it. I liked it, I just het a dry mouth, geez!!!

Magnus was fucking fabulous right of the bat. Maybe it was the fact that we are both ginger, or the way that black jumper clung to his chest, but holy fuck, he made me feel a lil weak. He shook out hands and I can't really remember what he talked about, bc all I could focus on was how charming he was. I defo fell in love with him a little.

Micki went for a hug too and that started him on the correct foot. I have no idea what the heck he talked about, it was nothing special. Probably just the regular old where are you from and do you do. I was also a bit too distracted by how FUCK GOOD he looked.

Our table was left sort of alone, while a lot of other tables still had their actor and everything got slightly messy and weird before we got to rotate about for the group picture. It was all around a bit of a messy thing.

Saturday was straight up hectic, but very fulfilling. It was so lovely to see these lovely people (again) and to get so many hugs.

First up was of course Arnas. He looked a lot less scruffy that day. He was perfectly lovely and the picture turned out wonderful too. Nothing special happened. During the selfie he did not quite manage handling my phone, but besides that, he was just lovely. Very very lovely.

The OP with Cavan and Timothy were very staright forward, just a hi, a hug and getting out of there.

Jacob was straightforward too, but the photo with his came out quite bad, so I was allowed to go for a reshoot later that day, thankfully.

James and Eliza were fabulous. They both first hugged me and I was just so happy to see the both of them again.

The only unique pose I did was with Toby. I just had to make use of him wearing that scarf. I was like 'can I fix your scarf as though I am your mom' and he was like 'oh yes, please do' and he made the face and then went like 'I hope you don't mind I looked like a petulant teenager'.

Needless to say I loved it.

During the autographs I definitely got some hugs in and I had a wee chat with James about how life is treating me.

No one managed to keep the christmas card envelope shut and James and Toby were both very happy with the poem I wrote them. Toby defo got competitive about the hug rating, so I got an amazingly sweet hug from him. Everyone also loved the home made cookies and my friend Natalie said they were my calling card.

Arnas reacted well to my tattoo, giving a loud laugh and the next day he said he loved my tats.

Sunday was an invaritable sausage fest. All these handsome men, OH MY!

I had the group op first and it was so brief, omg. I suggested a group hug and OMG I got wrangeled! I couldn't even pick where I stood, I just got squished between Magnus and Mark. The picture is sweet, though.

Then I had my duo and I just went 'pola pt 2' and I was not disappointed. I swear to the Gods I gained three sons that weekend, one in the Toby solo and the other two in the Marnas Duo. They are my mischivous little boys.

I took lovely pictures with Jeppe, Eys, Magnus and Mickie. Straight forward hugs, but very lovely. People keep telling me Mickie and I look like siblings and of course the picture between Magnus and I has so much ginger!!!

With Mark I decided to spruse it up and go all Peggy Carter on him, because the man served BEEF.

The autographs were definitely more high key on sunday. Especially the hug rating got the gents spirited. The only one I did not go to was Eys, but @sihtricfedaraaahvicius went in my stead. Mary did hand over a cookie and the xmas card and pointed me out to Eys, who made it clear he loved the cookie.

Mickie, Jeppe and Magnus understood the asignment with the hug rating! Especially Jeppe. He just held on!!! I think the hug lasted a minute and he is so warm and so cuddly and I love him. Magnus also gathered me up and gave me all his warmth, which stole a piece of my soul, for sure. Micki was shaking a little when we hugged, due to a caffeine overload, or so he told me.

Jeppe adored my poem and thanked me for giving him a piece of me.

The way back I rode with Natalie and Daphne and we went for KFC and had so much fun. I really adore the friendships I made with them and all the other girls there.

I hope I can manage to see all these lovely people again someday soon.

Not a farewell, but also not a see you at EACON5...

[thebekashow]

I know this isn't bob related, but can we see a picture of baby ben? (beka's child)

He literally only grew up to 3 years old. He was a lil guy. Poor Benjamin :(

[fangirlfiction]

Hi there, lovely! I'm so psyched that you've reached this milestone, I'm really proud of you. ❤ For your celebration. . . You know I adore my Steve. I've become a bit of a plant lady over the last year if that can count as a hobby. I think it'd be cool to have powers related to that, kinda like Layla from Sky High if you know that movie! And even though my mother insists it doesn't count, gray is my favorite color, lol. Love you!!

Beka, hi, I love you!!! First off, OF COURSE I know sky high and the queen of plants, Layla! A very fitting ability for you, I think. Second, gray is a color, just like black and white ;) third, in my head I gave you a Sharon Carter type story where you worked with shield and were assigned to watch Steve, and then y'all fell in love. I hope that's okay and I hope you like it 🌱💚

JOIN MY MOODBOARD CELEBRATION!

[fangirlfiction]

My current fic addiction includes Clint getting together with the reader during the 5 years, and then leaving after the battle is won. So thanks for fueling my masochistic tendencies 😩🥺

Seriously though, Beka. I love this ❤️ (and you!)

Congrats on 1,000 followers!! I'd like to request a drabble between Clint Barton x reader with the dialogue prompt "Please don't make me say it."

You’re perched atop the roof of the Avengers Tower, teary eyes gazing at the city. As if it’ll protect you against the wind and melancholy, you wrap weary arms around your knees.

What you would give for just a few more moments of normalcy with your team. The laughter, the hardship, the bonding moments that made a family out of a hodge-podge group of unlikely coworkers. Memories this building houses dance across your memory, a bitter more than sweet pain left behind in the wake of current events. 

Natasha, sacrificed on an other-worldly altar.

Steve, having escaped from a painted corner to another time.

Thor, driven to devastation and back by loss, retreated into the cosmos.

Tony, a lamb led to slaughter.

Bruce - well, Bruce hadn’t been Bruce for a long time.

And now Clint.

You hear his footsteps ascending the stairs before you see him from the corner of your eye. 

He must be done packing to head back to the farm, you muse.

Footsteps pause a few paces behind you. Refusing to face him you state dully, “So… this is it.”

A heavy sigh. “Please don’t make me say it.”

“I won’t,” you promise.

“Kid-”

“Please don’t call me that.” The one person left on this earth that could get away with that nickname was preparing to leave you. 

He starts again. “The time we’ve had together these last five years… it was great for the time we had it. But I have a second chance to love my family, to take care of them, to nurture them. There are a lot of promises I made that I intend to keep. It’s what they deserve.”

“I get it.”

You made me promises too, Clint. What do I deserve?

“See you around, Hawkeye.” It felt as pathetic as it sounded but whatever emotion you had left was drained from you. This was just a formality.

“Our door is always open for you, I hope you know that.”

Your silence is answer enough, prompting him to retrace his steps.

Before this moment, you had had someone in your corner at all times. What is one to do when the last someone walks away? Sure, there were more team members, newer friends, good people you knew you could depend on.

But none of them could replace the six gaping voids in your heart which yearned for another time.

[seenashwrite]

The Little Lady

Status: Complete Word Count: A smidge over 500 but there’s lots of hyphenates EVERYTHING’S FINE Category: Drabble, Snark, Crack, Silliness, Friend Insert (which sounds dirty, but it ain’t) Character(s): Dean, Sam, Beka Pairing(s): There was perhaps a chance, but somebody’s gone and whiffed it. Rating: Teen & Up Warning(s): Mild coarse language; possible spit-take Author’s Note: Just a quickie for the most recent edition of @impala-dreamer‘s “Tell Me A Story” drabble anthology, which you may check out here; more post-story

“So she suddenly can’t take care of herself? What the hell is that, Dean?” Sam demanded.

He was giving Dean his I-Mean-Business-Frown, not to be confused with his I’m-Concerned-About-You-Creased-Brow, nor his I’m-Concentrating-On-Some-Sweet-Ass-Lore-Brow-Knit. And he was good at it.

Dean gave him a look; he was good at that. “If she’s on a hunt with us, then I’m distracted, and if I’m distracted, one or all of us could get hurt. Or worse.”

“There is no ‘or worse’ - we can’t die.”

“Yeah, I know, but she could die.”

“Maybe. According to the data, there’s no pattern. She’s as 50/50 as anyone. So what’s your deal?” Sam starting ticking reasons off on his fingers. “She knows all the ways to kill the common big bads, she’s quick on the draw, handles a machete like she’s swinging for the fences. Hell, she can even throw Baby into a bootlegger’s turn like—-”

Dean blanched. “I beg your damn pardon?”

“Never mind - point is, Beka doesn’t need hand-holding. She’s not some damsel in distress. She’s not the little lady of the house.”

“She’s my lil’ lady,” Dean mumbled, an absolute chunk of unintended word vomit.

Sam’s eyebrows raised. “Oh. You’re gonna pay for that.”

“How would she know I said that?” A pause, another look. “Unless you plan to tell her!”

“Nope. I’m not in this. I can’t tell you how much I’m not in this.”

Dean sighed. “Look, she gets that I’m just trying to pr—-”

He cut himself off at the sound of footsteps near the entry to the garage - and there stood the subject of their discussion. The damsel. The hand-held. The lil’ lady.

“Hey, Bek,” said Sam, promptly following it up with some level-10-gulp-action.

“Hey, Bek,” said Dean, promptly following it up with some level-10-lip-lick-crooked-grin-action.

She-of-the-in-need-of-watching-over stood ominously still. Not even blinking, it was way impressive. Then an eye twitched. Then she eyed Sam, who in turn eyed Dean, then like a chickenshit turned away, started organizing the trunk.

Dean began to babble.

“Listen, I know how this seems. But since things have… have changed between us... I’m worried that... I mean, not that we… I know we haven’t kissed or anything, but I’ve been brooding on it…”

She began to climb the stairs.

“….and I’m picking up the vibe from you, the Maybe-We’re-Gonna-Bone-Vibe, and I’m digging it, so I don’t want you to get hurt. It’s not fun to bone with a busted face... and part of that brooding was me thinking about some times you have gotten hurt….”

She was slowly approaching him.

“….and I didn’t like the thought of it. You. Being hurt. And it being my fault. As I typically believe things to be.”

She stood in front of him.

They stared at each other.

Many moments passed...

...so many that Sam was able to go pee, say goodbye to the bazillion random people in the bunker, return a few calls, check his hair, opt for a touch more product on the ends, reconsider the beard, and make a smoothie, which he was still drinking when he got back, in time to hear Dean finish the sentence he’d started before she’d walked in.

“Beka, I just want to protect you.”

“Do I seem like I need protecting?” she asked in reply.

And then she punched him in the fucking face.

Sam walked over, stood by Beka, both gazing down at the mostly-unconscious Dean. He was cross-eyed and humming AC/DC. He was fine. 

Sam looked to her, asked, “You gonna go grab your bag?”

“I’m riding shotgun.”

Sam nodded. “I’ll roll him into the backseat.”

Beka slapped him on the ass on her way out.

.

A/N #2: Prompt was “You’re gonna pay for that.”

A/N #3: Fine, it’s 600 words, now IN MY DEFENSE the counter is including “I”-s and “a”-s which, as we all know, is stupid. So I’m clearly well under 500. 😎 My work here is done.

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[ellen-reincarnated1967]

Sticky-uppy Hair

A/N: This is for @impala-dreamer‘s Tell Me A Story Drabble Challenge. 

Word Count: 399 

Characters: Cas x Beka, with a dose of childish Dean

Warnings: playfulness, sweetness, fluff, Season 13 spoilerish, one curse word. 

Prompt: Combining both the “faux” prompt and the actual prompt. Faux will be italicized, actual will be bolded.

Beka missed Cas. He had been in and out of the bunker collecting ingredients to open the rift and while he was away, Beka was a blubbering mess.  Not that she didn’t try her hardest to hide it, especially from Dean.  While the bunker was secluded and the walls thick, Beka forgot to close the door to her shared bedroom with the sleepless angel and Dean snuck by, listening to her private prayers.

“Cas, babe, I know you're busy, but what would it take for you to flap those wings of yours just so I could steal a kiss from you?”

Dean gagged, his stealth mode compromised, and Beka swung the door open, hands on her hips, an absolute look of annoyance on her face.

“For fuck’s sake, Winchester, boundaries, much?”

Dean’s cheeks reddened a bit, but he couldn’t conceal the look of mischief on his face, as his lips curled.  Walking towards the war room, Dean lowered his voice a few octaves, and tilted his head to the side,

“Beka, I have been alive for millennia and never have I encountered such an amazing being as you.”

Beka was fuming as Dean continued, “I love you,” he pulled her close, “let’s run away together and you can have 10,000 of my nephilim babies,” at this point Beka began to laugh along with Dean, tears streaming down her face, “they’ll all have sticky-uppy hair and my blue eyes and your cute lil muppet nose,” Dean bopped Beka’s nose for emphasis.

Neither heard the flutter of wings or felt the slight shift in the air as Castiel landed behind Dean, his signature head tilt and darting blue eyes, asking Beka what was going on.

“Cas!” Beka removed herself from Dean’s hold and threw herself into her boyfriend’s arms, his breath catching in his throat.

“What was it like in Heaven?” Beka pecked his lips chastely as he held her closer to catch her lips with his own.

“It’s beautiful, but lonely. I like it better here. With you.”

Beka kissed him again, “correct answer, my Angel.”

Dean rolled his eyes as far as they would go, and mocked, “It’s beautiful, but lonely, I like it better here. With you.”

“Heard that Winchester,” Beka shouted over her shoulder, but Cas was too preoccupied to care about Dean’s childish antics as he pulled her in for a not so chaste kiss.

Forever 

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[cloudbusting]

Top 40 Singles of 2021

Olivia Rodrigo - drivers license

Tinashe - Bouncin

Caroline Polachek - Bunny is a Rider

Bree Runway - HOT HOT

Olivia Rodrigo - deja vu

Lady Gaga, Rina Sawayama & Clarence Clarity - Free Woman (Rina Sawayama & Clarence Clarity Remix)

Little Mix - Between Us ***

Lil Nas X - MONTERO (Call Me By Your Name)

Halsey - I am not a woman, I'm a god

MUNA - Silk Chiffon (feat. Phoebe Bridgers)

Tinashe & Buddy - Pasadena

Galantis, David Guetta & Little Mix - Heartbreak Anthem

Baby Queen - American Dream (feat. MAY-A)

Conan Gray - Telepath

CHVRCHES - Asking For A Friend

Kacey Musgraves - star-crossed

Charli XCX - Good Ones

Foxes - Sister Ray

Justin Bieber - Ghost

Troye Sivan - Angel Baby

Bad Gyal & El Guincho - Pussy

Jessie Ware - Please

Mitski - The Only Heartreaker

Kim Petras - Coconuts

joan & BEKA - brokenhearted (together)

Megan Thee Stallion - Kitty Kat

Self Esteem - I Do This All The Time

Olivia Rodrigo - good 4 u

Lana Del Rey - Arcadia

Conan Gray - Overdrive

Kylie Minogue and Jessie Ware - Kiss of Life

joan - magnetic

Chlöe - Have Mercy

The Cast of RuPaul's Drag Race UK, Season 2 - UK Hun? (United Kingdolls Version)

Madison Beer - Reckless

Jam & Lewis - Do What I Do (feat. Charlie Wilson)

Kylie Minogue and Years & Years - A Second to Midnight

Charli XCX - New Shapes (feat. Christine and the Queens and Caroline Polachek)

Billie Eilish - Happier Than Ever

girl in red - Serotonin

*** I’ve included only one Little Mix song (excluding features) because literally EVERYTHING they released this year should be in this list

Also, I didn’t know where to stick Taylor Swift - All Too Well (10 Minute Version) (Taylor's Version) (From The Vault) since it’s a new version of a 10 year old song... so here’s an honourary mention. If I had to put it somewhere it would be anywhere from top 10 to top 30..

[otayuri-speaks-blog]

Otabek left the house to run some errands, leaving a very pregnant Yuri at home with hopes that he would spend the time relaxing. However, Baby has other plans. Some infrequent, mild contractions start turning quite painful, leaving Yuri anxious enough that he decides to call Otabek.

Note: Script will be under the cut. Also, a really amazing anonymous person wrote this for me, and did one hell of a job, wow. Also, I picked the cute lil piggy as the icon because like, dude. Baby pigs???

Hey, Beka?

(Yura? Are you okay? Did something happen?)

Yeah—no, no, I’m okay. I just… wanted to call and make sure you’re okay. It’s been a few hours since you left to run your errands, so…

(I’m fine, I just needed to stop a few extra places.)

Ah, I see. So when should I expect you home? Another hour? Two hours?

(Maybe an hour.)

Okay, I’ll see you soon then. Okay.

(Are you sure you’re okay?)

I’m fine, really. I know, I don’t call often. I just got worried.

(Really?)

Yes, really.

(You’ll be fine if I hang up?)

Yes, you can hang up and… [trails off, a little, pained noise in the pause and the next words are strained with the start of a contraction.] ...get back to shopping, so… [He can’t keep going on. He groans then starts taking deep breaths. A few quiet “ow”s escape him while breathing.]

(Yura? Yura, what’s happening? Do I need to come back home?)

No, no, Beka, it’s—ah—it’s fine. My back just… really hurts.  

(It sounded more painful than that…)

Okay, okay, so maybe it’s more than back pain. [The contraction starts to fade, so he takes another deep breath with another pained noise.] It’s been going on for...awhile, maybe an hour, but it just began hurting really bad about ten minutes ago. It… can’t be…

(Contractions?)

No, it can’t. It-it can’t. We still have more than two months. It’s too early, I can’t have him now. Oh, god…

(Yuratchka, calm down. Take a deep breath for me.)

Breathing won’t help me calm down, Beka! Not if he’s coming right now!

(But listen, to me, okay? He might not be.)

I know, I know it could just be false labor! But it hurts so much...

(Contractions hurt, Yura.)

No shit, of course, contractions hurt. I’m just—I don’t know, I’m afraid. It could be real, and he could be born too early, and he could—he could—

(Nothing will happen to him.)

[A panicked laugh escapes him.] You can’t just say nothing will happen like that. You know I won’t forgive you if something happens, right?

(I know. Do you want me to come home?)

…Yes, come home, and hurry. I can’t do this alone.

(I’ll be there in a moment. I love you, bye.)

Yeah, okay, bye. [Yuri hangs up and releases a shaky breath.] You’d better plan on staying put, okay, baby? Just a couple more months, I promise.

[hobbitc0re]

OTAYURI AND ALL OF THEM!! 😀😁

Gee whiz thank you😂😂😂😂 here goes

Who is the most affectionate?I think they’re both pretty affectionate but show it differently. Yuri is the most physically affectionate, he’s always kissing Beka’s cheek or putting an arm around him (especially once he’s tall enough to effortlessly put his arms over otabek’s shoulders!) Otabek has quieter affection, and he’s sappy as fuck. He’s the type to gaze lovingly at Yuri, give flowers and write sappy poems at any given opportunity, he always tells Yuri how much he loves him in flowery language with obscure metaphors for yuri’s physical features. (e.g. you have the eyes of a soldier / your lips are soft and beautiful like rose petals / your body is pale and beautiful yet strong and handsome, like a classic sculpture / your eyelashes are like a soft feather, delicate and ethereal where they fan out from your eyes like the wing of an eagle / when you smile, you make me feel more whole than I feel when i see the sun in the dead of winter, splitting the dark clouds and illuminating the fresh snow, turning the world from a drab mundane setting to a magical wonderland)

Big spoon/Little spoon?Otabek is the big spoon until Yuri grows some more and his hair gets even longer and otabek goes “fuck this” after one night too many waking up drowning in his soft blond hair

Most common argument?Hmm, I think they don’t argue about much but they sometimes have playful disagreements re things like, yuri (who absolutely ends up a lot taller) put stuff too high for otabek to reach, or otabek made another song about yuri when all his clients are complaining and “beka i know you love me but really?” Before they start dating they just argue about stuff like “Yuri stop following me into clubs you aren’t even 18 yet and im gonna get into shit because of you”

Favorite non-sexual activity?I think they like hanging out, but the going out kind. Driving around on Beka’s bike, going to second hand clothing stores and window shopping, laughing at the granny clothes

Who is most likely to carry the other?Otabek would carry Yuri

What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?Otabek (obviously, canonically) loves Yuri’s eyes. Yuri loves Otabek’s hair, it’s unbelievably soft and it always looks so nice, especially when he grows it out.

What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?Otabek sort of realised it slowly so not much changed on his side. Yuri woke up one morning and was like “holy shit im in love with otabek what do i do" and he initially wouldn’t even look at him cause he was so embarassed. Once they got together pretty much the only thing that changed was that they stopped pining for each other and they kissed quite a lot

Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?Well there’s the whole thing with russians and names so there’s obviously yura and beka which are just natural. Sometimes otabek calls yuri “kitten” to tease him. Once he called yuri “baby” and yuri laughed for like five years solid. Yuri affectionately calls otabek мишка мой or мишка cause of the whole teddy bear thing and cause he thinks it’s cute.

Who worries the most?I think beneath his Cool Guy exterior, otabek stresses about a lot of things all the time

Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?Both! Yuri often remembers otabek’s order but otabek unfailingly remembers yuri’s order. Yuri finds it lowkey creepy how he always knows exactly what he wants to order lmao

Who tops?unpopular opinion but *stands on a table, pulls out a megaphone* *shouts into megaphone* YURI PLISETSKY TOPS

Who initiates kisses?Hmm, I think when they’re watching a movie or lying in bed Otabek will initiate kisses, but Yuri always does spontaneous kisses. He’ll, like, kiss otabek randomly at practice, or while he’s busy like cooking or something, or when he stops djing for a food break and is sitting down, about to eat his burger but yuri’s lips reach his mouth before the food does. He sometimes kisses otabek at slightly inconvenient times but Beka isn’t gonna complain.

Who reaches for the other’s hand first?They reach for each other at the same time, it’s almost uncanny. They always reach their hands out and then laugh before holding hands.

Who kisses the hardest?YURI!!!!! He’s the goddamned ice tiger of Russia and he kisses like it too. Once they spent some time just making out and otabek had to ask to stop because his lips were starting to hurt

Who wakes up first?Otabek. He’s a Morning Person, which Yuri thinks is abominable

Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?Yuri, he never wants to get up

Who says I love you first?Otabek, after their first date (real smooth, dude) lmao. He planned on playing it cool but he’s dropping Yuri at home and he’s just parked his bike and he hugs him and yuri says “Thanks, I had a great time.” Otabek isn’t sure what he meant to say but he knows that blurting out “I did too, I love you” wasn’t planned. Luckily Yuri reciprocated the emotion

Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?)Uhmmmmm they leave notes for each other. Otabek’s say stuff like “your eyes are carved emerald medallions, set in the porcelain of your skin, your hair the softest strands of sunshine cascading from the gentle slope of your skull, you are the most attractive man i have laid my eyes on, I love you more than anything and I hope you have the best day ever ♡♡” and Yuri’s say stuff like “enjoy, asshole” or “I love you 🐱” or something in russian cursive that otabek doesn’t even try to read.

Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?Otabek accidentally tells his mom three days after their first date during his bi-weekly compulsory khazakh-style family conference call

What do their family/friends think of their relationship?Yuri’s grandpa (and the rest of his family too) is initially put off but Otabek’s cool and badass image, but loves him the second he meets him. Otabek’s family loves yuri but soon hear of his infamous attitude, after which Otabek has to endure his older sister threatening Yuri with the regular “you break my lil brothers heart and i break you, kid”

Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?Otabek, i rate he’s secretly a reeeally good dancer

Who cooks more/who is better at cooking?They both suck at cooking but it depends what they’re cooking. Yuri sucks less so he cooks like 55% of the time.

Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?Otabek will use a shitty pickup line, Yuri will reply with another one. They exchange pickup lines for hours. “Hey do you wanna win gold? cause I know how to make sure you always come first” “Is this your bike? cause i’d love to ride with you” “yura that is the worst pickup line i’ve heard what the fuck” “gimme a break beka i’m improvising here”

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?Yuri is a horny little shit and making Otabek flustered at an inappropriate/inconvenient time is literally his hobby

Who needs more assurance?Otabek

What would be their theme song?I have no idea but Affection by Cigarettes After Sex is literally the number 1 song on my otayuri playlist

Who would sing to their child back to sleep?I think otabek won’t let yuri sing to the baby because “no yuri you cannot sing heavy metal to an infant!” and Yuri’s fine with it cause otabek has such a nice singing voice

What do they do when they’re away from each other?Pining. Lmao, they sext a l o t. It’s common knowledge in their circles that if you respect either of them and want to be able to look them in the eye, never look at their chats with each other when they’re not physically together.

one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heartI actually have no angsty headcanons about them uhmmmmmmm well, Otabek is allergic to cats which is tragic because he can never go to Yuri’s house without dosing himself to the eyeballs with antihistamines which make him so dopey he usually just falls asleep within half an hour. Seriously though? The idea of the seperate pining that went on for like 3 years before they got together, Yuri having a wild crush on otabek but thinking it’s unrequited and otabek having a crush on yuri but suppressing it cause he knows Yuri’s too young and he really is angry at himself for having such a stubborn crush on a goddamned 15 year old

one headcanon about this OTP that mends itWhen Yuri is 22, Potya has to be put down on so he buys a maine coone and makes sure to wash her frequently so Otabek can breathe freely again and all their relationship troubles are solved.Seriously though? how amazing of a couple they are once they do get together

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SMOL SKATER BABIES MAKE THE WORLD GO ROUND~!

[thebekashow]

Very Tiny.

Beka baby sitting Skid to get some cash, and showing him lil photos of her as a kid.

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Lila, sweet girl! Time for you to answer random questions! 1. If you celebrate Christmas, do you have a favorite type of Christmas cookie? 2. What’s your favorite meal to make? 3. Favorite season and why? 4. What’s your favorite book? 5. Do you know how much you brighten my day? 6. I love you lots 💜

Bekaaaaaaa sweet baby, hi!

1. I do celebrate Christmas! My favorite Christmas cookie is this chocolate chip pecan chip that my mom makes every year. I feel like that's very basic but they are SO good. She also makes buckeyes which are like balls of peanut butter dipped in chocolate? And I know it's not a cookie but we make them everytime we make cookies so I'm counting those too 😍

2. My favorite meal to make is also basic but tacos omfg. But hear me out!!! You can customize them so much and do different types of shells and different kinds of meat or beans and change up the toppings. Plus, they are so fast to make and I lived off them in college!

3. Oooo, my favorite season??? If you asked me as a kid, I would have said summer but I've become a fall gal in the last few years. Bc it's spoopy season and it finally starts to cool off a lil and to me it just has such a vibe/aesthetic to it? I'm not sure how to describe it but it makes me feel so happy 🍂

4. As an avid book reader, I could NEVER choose a favorite! But I loved Harry Potter (especially the Half Blood Prince). And I recently had time to actually read two books! And it made me want to get back into reading again bc I stopped once I started college.

5. Did you know that you brighten my day EVEN MORE? and I love you lots more!!! 🖤

[fangirlfiction]

Ahhhh Beka, I love this!!! I've been on a Thor (and Chris Hemsworth) kick lately, so this was just what I was looking for!!! I love your writing and I love everything the reader told him. Some of it is stuff I need to remember to. "no one is built to experience life by themselves", ugh perfect line! 😍

I love youuuuuu ♥️

Right | T.O.

Pairing: Thor Odinson x Reader

Rating: All Ages

Genre: Apparently I’ve got angst on the brain (I blame @abovethesmokestacks) but it ends with hope. Set somewhere between Infinity War and Endgame.

Word Count: 1200-ish

Prompt: Must Be Doing Something Right by Billy Currington (yes, my Southern roots are showing)

AN: Life is overwhelming so I’m taking a breather from ‘All We’ve Got is Time’ this week. But what better way to celebrate Thorsday than with my first Thor piece for Sadie’s 2K Song Fic Writing Challenge?! Congrats on the follower milestone, my darling! You deserve every single one. 💕 @connorshero

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Time seemed to move differently. He spent many nights alone. Heartbeats echoed hollowly in his ears. More often than not his fists were balled so fiercely tight they went numb. He didn’t care. It was righteous.

He’d played the part of vindictive barbarian and the universe paid the price. It couldn’t show enough mercy to take him as well. No, he was left behind to watch the consequences of his blind rage. The trail of grave mistakes had finally caught up to him and could no longer be worked out.

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[mafiababyyuri]

beka loves his smol boyfriend. he is the perfect size for cuddling. he loves to carry his sweet sweet baby boy. yuri sits on beka's shoulders when he wants to feel hella tall

ahhhh!! lil spoon yuri!! easy to carry yuri!! smol but tol yuri!!

[seenashwrite]

Drabbles, Imagination Sanitations + Other Satirical Sundry: Master Post

Inspiration comes from everywhere, from reader Asks, to gifs, to the proposed scenarios we know as “IMAGINE...”. There are some premises floating around, however, that cause my imagination to go down a different path than the one the O.P. likely intended. You can find the results below. 

Oh, and there’s also The Flurps, wherein I got inspired by a gif or image or writing prompt or conversation, and went nutty. 

Go on. Have a laugh. You deserve it. 😆

*~* NOTE! *~*

Many of these are just a handful of sentences, so I’ve put one ⭐ at the ends of the titles that have a healthy paragraph/amount of dialogue, and two ⭐⭐ on the ones with an actual bit of story to them. Flurps are marked with【F】

PS: *none* of the poor grammar/misspells in any of the quoted descriptions are mine, but you knew that already. #humbly 

#FLURP Archer’s Cheryl Tunt and two handsome would-be firemen explain the reason behind the tag. [Spoiler: there is no real reason, as it’s not a real word, but it’s fantastic and better than other fake words]

Balmy “Imagine Mick taunting you after you lost a drinking contest against him.”

Blockage "Imagine texting Dean about your new boyfriend."

Buoyancy ⭐⭐ “Imagine Sam teaching you how to swallow.”

CASE #450-B20-1-4Y ⭐ 【F】 A confused spirit believes he can assist the Winchesters.

Castiel’s Brownies  ⭐⭐ A birthday party goes awry.

Cock-A-Doodle-Don't ⭐ “Imagine Sam seeing you cross the road.”

Dear Jack ⭐⭐  【F】 In which I address our - and Sam’s - initial encounter with Jack.

Everything  【F】 “.....a guy who was randomly passing by...”

Gas Giants “Imagine taking Human!Castiel to see his first fireworks show.”

Hammer Time ⭐⭐ “Imagine Demon!Dean is chasing you around the bunker.���

Headcanon  ⭐【F】 Headcanons should involve actual heads, right?

Heart of Dorkness “Imagine Dean messing with a fake heart asking you to be his Valentine.”

Heeled  “Imagine Castiel when you get shot.”

Hoedown  “Your mom admits to you...”

Hold The Garlic ⭐⭐ “Imagine […] on [a] hunt, you need to lure a vampire out of a restaurant, however things don’t quite go to plan when Dean […] barges in.”

Imagine This Review ⭐⭐ “Imagine Sam making home videos.”

Jackson ⭐ “Imagine Dean [is back from the dead], only to find out the music you’ve been playing in Baby [isn’t] classic rock.”

Mixed Signals "Imagine showing Chuck your new makeup."

Overextended ⭐ “Imagine kissing Crowley passionately on his throne.”

Patterns “Imagine your father John coming to comfort you at the hospital.”

Pitre Pit  【F】 In which Sam will likely sleep in the car.

Recovered Letters  ⭐【F】 A recovered letter which never reached its destination, written by a beleaguered hunter during what came to be known as The Great Flatulence Fracas of 2015, as narrated by Ken Burns

Red Pill  ⭐【F】 Let me tell you why you’re here...

Ruff Times ⭐ “Imagine accidentally breaking a glass and Sam coming to your rescue.”

Swabbies  ⭐⭐ 【F】 In which Nash tells The Commissioner about how parley can take a long walk off a short plank.

Smurf O’Clock ⭐ 【F】 In which Sam went and got himself smurfed like a mothersmurfer.

Soles ⭐ 【F】 Abaddon's house guest makes an unfortunate misstep.

Spare The Rods ⭐ “Imagine Sam being exhausted after spending the night with you.”

Strange Supernatural Things  ⭐ 【F】 In which Castiel consults an expert on WTF is up with this Jack kid.

Switcheroo  "Imagine switching bodies with Sam.”

The Case “Imagine Gabriel seeing the boys brought you with them in a case even though he told them not to.”

The Lebanon Apothecary  【F】 This explains a lot about that town.

The Little Lady  ⭐⭐ 【F】 In which special guest star Beka (@impala-dreamer) lets her feeling be known.

The Market ⭐⭐ 【F】 Sam takes you to the farmer's market - written with re-purposed show dialogue by way of random CASPN cards.

The Proposal  【F】 Mary reminisces upon her time with Ketch.

The Summons  ⭐ 【F】  In which Satan is summoned, albeit too early.

Twofer  "Imagine Dean crying, because he left you and now he realizes it was a mistake."

What The Hero Gets ⭐⭐  【F】 Dean saves the day - written with re-purposed show dialogue by way of random CASPN cards.

Yes, Chef "Imagine Dean trying to convince you to come living to the bunker with them.”

You're The Worst  “Imagine being a friend of the Winchesters, who has a key to the bunker and uses to show up at the craziest hours, driving Dean and Sam nuts.”

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The Ask That Continues to Spawn Hundreds Of Cringes

“I wish you'd write a fic in which Dean releases a breath he didn't know he was holding before whispering "sweetheart" to Y/N over and over again.”

---> hit the re-bloggin’ button & in your drafts, open up the notes, expand the top thing, then you can follow all the ones under my name to see the carnage

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The early versions, in lil' image form, via "Dear Nash" 

[Disclaimer: all were from a friend, as I'd faux-lamented I never got asked to write ridiculous things by the populous, and boy howdy, they delivered]

Shades :: The Laundromat :: “Crowlie” :: Acceptance :: One Final Choice   

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The Minor League

Finally, ones where I've merely responded via reblog with a gif, as there were no words to be had - or else, it really only took a few:

...And, Done  ::  Dean Wins   ::   My Waters  ::  Possibly The Stupidest One I've Seen Yet  ::  Welp  ::  Sure  :: LMGTFY  ::  Chances  ::

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Find an “Imagine” that needs a stern-yet-snarky talking-to? A writing prompt you think I can work over? A pic/gif that demands a story? *  

◄◄◄ Dazzle me ►►►

(* I make no promises as to when such submissions could appear - the ol’ muses have to be cranking in a snarky gear - just FYI)

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~ Updated: 22 Jan 2019 ~

[yuriplisetskysglove]

YOI Child AU ! First OS ~

Ok seriously, you guys deserve to know how the Child AU happened. So, @rilya-dewilder and myself were kinda angry (understatement) with all the hate in the Otayuri tag lately (aaannnd we both ship Otayuri like hell. Seriously. That ship will be the death of me and I love it more than my life. Moving on ~) so we got an idea to troll em. Annnnd thus, this OS was born. But it ended up being too good of an OS to actually let antis read it (ok no seriously, I don’t know if it’s actually good since I’ve only had one person read it, and although I’d never doubt Riri’s tastes in fanfcition, I’m worried about the quality of my own work lmao) Anyway, I hope you’ll enjoy reading it, sorry if there are grammar or spelling mistakes (and feel free to tell me if you spot any !) !! And while tumblr isn’t really a fanfiction platform (well... isn’t supposed to be lmao) I’d be really glad if you could provide me with some constructive criticism to help me improve >W< OS under the cut !

A/N: Steven is Mystery Man’s name (I’ve seen people calling him that so I just kinda went with it lol)

Such a nice and sunny winter afternoon rarely came in St Petersburg. What was even more rare was that both Viktor and Yuuri had managed to get a day off.

The latter was peacefully taking a nap on one of the couches, Makkachin laying at his feet. He had been pushing himself too hard lately, given that plenty of old ladies in town needed help with their grumpy cats and other ill puppies. Moreover, he had been taking in wandering pets that their owners had lost or abandonned, and currently was dedicating himself to finding them new homes. That’s why Viktor didn’t dare waking him up, choosing instead to enjoy some time with the children. Ever since Ekaterina and Dmitri had been made part of the family, Viktor’s daily life had become both a mess and an everlasting party, full of the ‘L words’; namely, ‘Love', and ‘Life'. If it was hard for him to manage his job as an assistant coach, it was even harder to deal with Yakov’s frequent angry rantings about the drama queen team he was training that season. And Viktor being their second coach did nothing to ease him. The living legend of Russia chuckled, suddenly remembering Yuri’s face upon learning he was to choreograph his free skate.

‘Why are you laughing, Daddy ?’ Ekaterina asked when she heard him.

They were watching Anastasia, a movie they all loved. Dmitri often would joke that the male lead had been named after him; while Ekaterina would tell him to shut it and watch the movie. They were eight and eleven, respectively, and thankfully none of them had begun their rebellious phase, although Dmitri had taken a bit of a sharp tongue from Mila.

‘Just wondering whether Guang Hong is mad at Yuri for getting gold again or not.’

‘He wouldn’t’, Dmitri objected. ‘They're friends. Also, Guang Hong is a good sport, unlike some people…’

‘Are you implying that Uncle Yura isn’t a good sport ?!’

They exchanged a very serious look. And then, Dmitri snorted, and started laughing uncontrollably. His loud laugh woke Yuuri up.

‘Dmitri…? Oh, I thought you were screaming because of something…’

‘Don't mind him, Papa’, quickly said Ekaterina. ‘He's just being dumb and rude towards Uncle Yura.’

She went near the couch, kissed her father, and then went back to watching her movie. Yuuri yawned, then shot a look at his phone.

‘Ah, speak of the devil. I got a text from Yurio.’

‘What's he saying ?’ Dmitri asked eagerly.

‘His plane has just landed ! He’s exhausted, though, so I don’t know if we should invite him for dinner…?’

‘Of course we should !’ the young girl said, tugging at Yuuri’s t-shirt. ‘I bet he missed your katsudon ! Also, it’s been a while since we’ve last seen him.’

‘It’s barely been a week.’

‘That's too long !’

Smiling, Viktor ruffled his daughter’s platinum blonde hair. She pouted, muttering something along the lines of ‘stop treating me like a baby !’.

‘She's right, though. A week might be nothing for old geezers like you but…’

‘What did you just call us ?!’ Viktor screamed before throwing himself at his husband. ‘Yuuri, did you hear that ?! He called us, old geezers. Old geezers ! We’re barely in our mid-late-something-thirties, Yuuri ! Are we really that old ?! And who taught him that, anyway ?!’

‘I'm guessing it’d be Yurio’, the ex-skater sighed.

‘Old geezers !’

‘At least, it’s better than… What was it, last time ?’

‘Out-of-date dinosaurs. Something like that. Yuuri am I old ? … Am I getting even more white hair ?! Is it getting thinner ?!’

‘Daddy, your hair is silver’, Ekaterina muttered.

She was more than used to her father being all dramatic about getting older. She, for one, couldn’t wait until she was old enough to compete in the senior ice-skating category. While Dmitri had given up on the sport, being more fond of reading or learning how to play the guitar, she loved ice-skating and was aiming to win at least six World Cups, to beat Viktor’s record, even though she wouldn’t compete in the same category.

‘Ah, I got another text.’

‘Are you not going to pay attention to me, Yuuri ?’

‘I'm paying attention to you every night, Vitya.’

‘... Smooth.’

The children exchanged a puzzled look. The adults were so very weird sometimes… All they knew was that they were doing ‘nasty adult stuff’. And they honestly didn’t want to know what that was.

‘He says that he’s gonna go home first to get rid of his stuff and hug every single cat he owns. And then he’ll come. Says he missed you two as well !’

‘How sweet of him. A few years back, he’d have gone with ‘who needs some dumb katsudon anyway. Still coming though, ain’t gonna let you waste your money over some rubbish.’’

Ekaterina’s eyes widened. Her Papa was the best cook in the entire world, she was sure of it.

‘Would Uncle Yura really say that ?’

‘Haven't you seen the photos ? He used to be such a drama queen - and, according to Dad, a tsundere.’

‘Dmitri, how do you even know what a tsundere is ?’ Yuuri sighed.

‘Went on a website called ‘tumblr'. There’s a fan page - well, over ten thousands, really - for the ‘Ice-Skating Prodigy Family’. Which apparently is made of the three of you. Ekaterina isn’t there, though.’

‘That’s because I’m still a junior competitor !’

‘Dmitri, don’t go on tumblr ever again, please.’

‘Why ? I mean, the fan page is pretty cool. There’s a lot of pictures of y’all. Like that one time you two skated together at the 2016 GPF Exhibition Gala. Pretty sure you wouldn’t fit in your costumes anymore !’

‘Dmitri, that was unnecessarily mean, and offensive, and rude.’

The boy rolled his eyes, and both men couldn’t help but do the same. He was taking a lot after Yuri. Feeling like getting in an argument would ruin the mood, Viktor paused the movie and turned to both the children, and his husband.

‘He'll want to eat katsudon and pirozhki, knowing him. Maybe we should make him some.’

‘Daddy, please don’t put a single toe in the kitchen’, Ekaterina begged. ‘Last time, when we tried to bake a cake for Uncle Otabek’s birthday, you managed to turn it green. Green, Daddy.’

‘That was -’

‘Definitely not an accident’, Dmitri smirked. ‘It's when you actually cook something edible that it is.’

‘Hey ! I’m not that bad, and -’

‘Also, both Yurio and Otabek got sick for two whole days after that. If I remember well, Yurio tried to kick you in the face with his skates when he got better.’

This shut Viktor down. He pouted, slowly went back to sitting on the couch, and tightly hugged Makkachin while pretending to cry.

‘Do you hear that Makkachin. This family hates me. This family hates me, Makkachin. What have I ever done to deserve that.

‘Vitya, I swear to… Ugh. Nevermind. We’re going to make that katsudon and those pirozhki.’

‘Yuuri is so cruel to me Makkachin. He hates me.’

The black-haired man rolled his eyes again, then went into the kitchen without his husband noticing his smirk. I’ll hug him later.

The two children listened carefully to Yuuri’s instructions, and even though there were some… flour battles when making the pirozhki, everything went rather smoothly. They had barely been done cleaning the kitchen that they heard the bell ringing, and Viktor went to get the door. He had stopped sulking, at least it seemed he did, because when he saw Yuri, he immediately shot him his heart-shaped smile and gave him a tight hug.

‘Viktor, stop, I’m suffocating and besides this is embarrassing, also -’

‘Uncle Yura !’

Ekaterina ran to hug the blonde, mercilessly pushing her father out of the way before she crashed onto the young man’s torso, crushing his bones in an even tighter hug.

‘Ekaterina, I can’t fucking breathe’, he muttered. His skinny built had never been much for bone-crushing hugs, especially the Katsuki-Nikiforov daughter’s.

‘No swearing, Yurio !’ Yuuri claimed before hugging him as well.

‘Yeah, yeah. Beka said he’d be coming later, he wanted to finish washing his bike before that. Is that okay ?’

They went inside, and Yuri had a bit of a hard time dealing with an over-excited Makkachin - the dog really did like him, and even though Yuri was definitely more of a cat person, he actually had nothing against him and even played with him a little.

‘Where's Dmitri ?’ he asked after Viktor had managed to calm Makkachin down.

As soon as he asked, the brown-haired boy came dashing from the corridor.

‘Papa !’

He threw himself onto the blonde’s back, and the latter, unused to having unexpected weight being thrown at him, fell down on his knees as his son started tickling him.

‘Dmitri - fuck, Dmitri stop it I - I said, stop it, ugh, stop, my sides hurt !’

The boy obeyed, albeit reluctantly, and offered his father his brightest smile.

‘Where's Dad ?’

‘He'll be late. How’re you, lil’ monster ?’

‘Hey. I’m more of a gremlin, really. And I’m great ! Uncle Vitya lent me a few cool books, you should totally read ‘em Papa.’

‘Uh, tell that to Beka. Y’know I’m not that much of a book person.’

‘Liar, I saw Romeo and Juliet on your bedside table just last week.’

‘When have you become such a ninja ?’

‘Oi ! Dmitri, don’t keep Uncle Yura all for yourself, that’s unfair !’

The two children started bickering, and all three adults exchanged a knowing look. They had always been like this.

‘So, Uncle Yura, what does Beijing look like ?’

‘I sent your dads a few pics already, y’know. It’s pretty cool, I guess, just a bit… crowded. But Guang Hong and Leo took us to some restaurant and even though I still can’t use fu… frea… um… chopsticks, we had some good time.’

‘And then ?’

‘And then what ?’

‘Dad said he wanted to take you on his bike and drive around the city. Said it’d be romantic.’

Yuri almost instantly went red. Despite him being twenty-six already, he still was embarrassed by Otabek’s not-so-well-hidden idea of romance, and his face showed it quite well. Viktor and Yuuri smirked at the ice kitty of Russia, who, fortunately, didn’t see them. Otherwise, he’d probably have punched them both.

Just as he was mumbling something like ‘Otabek you’re such a dumbass why did I even marry you’, the bell rang again, and this time, Dmitri went to open the door. As soon as he recognized his father’s black coat, he hugged him tight, and Otabek smiled gently before stroking his head. He closed the door behind him, then went to meet the little committee.

‘Sorry for being late. I really wanted to get this done.’

‘No problem, Otabek’, Yuuri smiled. ‘Actually, Yurio’s been here for just a few minutes, you know.’

They started chatting, mostly evaluating the chances of Yuri winning this season’s GPF - even though he had won gold for both qualifying events, he was to compete against some new skaters, who were inexperienced indeed, but extremely talented. Besides, Yuri had already proven that experience in the Senior bracket didn’t actually matter as long as the skaters worked hard and took full advantage of their talents - which had granted him a gold medal for his Senior Debut.

‘Hey, Dmitri, given that both your dads made it to the GPF this year, who will you be rooting for ?’ Ekaterina asked.

‘Dunno. Both, I guess ? At least if I’m in both fanclubs, I’m guaranteed to be satisfied.’

He smiled at his parents, and they chuckled, smiled, and Otabek fist-bumped him.

‘I hope Guang Hong and Leo make it, too.’

‘Yurio, is JJ really going to be singing for the opening event ?’

‘Uh… I didn’t ask him and I really hope he’s not ‘cause I seriously won’t have the time and fucking patience to deal with him…’

‘Come on, you two are friends now. And that dress he wore for your wedding was fabulous.’ Viktor winked at the children, who didn’t know of that story. After all, Ekaterina had been part of the family for eight years only, while Dmitri hadn’t spent more than five years with his foster family.

‘I still have the pictures Phichit took ! They must be in some photo album, I’ll show you later’, Yuuri smiled.

‘Mr. Katsuki, I don’t think it’s a good idea.’

‘You know, Otabek, you can call us Yuuri and Viktor. I mean, we’ve been Mr. Katsuki and Mr. Nikiforov for years now. I know, I know, you think it’s disrespectful but, really… Nevermind. Why is it a bad idea ?’

Otabek shook his head.

‘Mr. Giacometti is featured in a few of them.’

Silence fell upon the room, and Ekaterina broke it first.

‘As in, Christophe Giacometti ? Daddy’s best friend ? Uncle Chris ?’

‘Himself', Yuri groaned. ‘Why did he even have to come… He spent the entire afternoon getting drunk off his ass with Emil and Michele… Not to mention Georgi giving Minami some makeup advice… And Mila and Sara flirting… Ugh… Seriously, the only guy who stayed chill until the end was Seung-Gil.’

‘Leo went wild on the dancefloor, and both Yuris had a dance-off with him’, Viktor smirked.’

‘Leo did ? I thought he was cooler than that…’

‘What's that s’posed to mean, Dmitri ?!’

‘But Uncle Chris is so sweet !’ Ekaterina said. ‘Last time, he brought us Swiss chocolate for the Easter holidays !’

‘Yeah well now he’s calmed down, especially with Steven tempering him. But seriously… I’ve seen things at the GPF Gala that I’d rather not remember.’

‘Like what, Papa ?’

‘I said I didn’t wanna remember that.’

When the clock hit nine in the evening, they suddenly realized they had completely forgotten about the katsudon and pirozhki, and both Yuris went extremely pale, fearing for their beloved dishes’ lives. Turns out they actually weren’t half bad at all, and they ended up staying up quite a while talking about different things - although Yuri fell asleep halfway, his head laying on Otabek’s shoulder while the latter was starting to get tired as well. After all, he also had had an exhausting trip from Beijing to St Petersburg, and he moreover had to wash his bike and prevent their four cats from running away.

Seeing how tired both of them were, and having a hard time dealing with Dmitri and Ekaterina’s over-cheerfulness, Viktor and Yuuri let the Altin-Plisetsky couple sleep in a spare room. When they were done making sure that everything was comfortable enough for them, they went back to the living room, and found their sweet daughter, fast asleep on the couch.

‘Awww, Yuuri, an angel has dozed off on our couch. Should we wake her up ?’

‘No, let her be… Let’s just bring her a cover and that cat plushie Yurio gave her, she loves it.’

‘That reminds me… Where has Dmitri gone ?’

They went back in the kitchen, but the boy was nowhere to be seen. Viktor quickly checked in Yuri and Otabek’s room, but he wasn’t there either. They kept searching for a few minutes, until they heard someone sneezing, only to find a wide-awake Dmitri on the balcony.

‘You're going to catch a cold, Dmitri’, Yuuri said as he gently took his hand to lead him back inside.

But the boy didn’t move an inch, and kept looking at the scenery that spread before his magnificent blue eyes. The ever-so-cheerful St Petersburg was drowned in its own silence, beautiful and intimidating. They could see some lights coming out of other houses, where other people lived other lives. Both adults stared at the boy.

‘Is it bad that I’m different from everyone in the family ?’ he finally said in a quiet, shy voice.

‘Are you ?’ Yuuri asked. ‘Different, I mean.’

The boy seemed to regret his words at first, and it looked like he wasn’t going to try and answer Yuuri’s question. Instead, he went back inside to grab Otabek’s giant coat, put it on like some kind of oversized costume, and sat down on one of the balcony chairs. His gaze fell upon the peaceful city again, as he started talking in a voice that didn’t quite sound like his.

‘Ice-skating isn’t my thing. Sure, it can be cool. Sometimes. Mila said that I would grow to like it. But it’s not the same ‘like' as you two or Ekaterina or my parents’ ‘like'. It’s not even a hobby.’

‘Does that make you feel… Apart from us ?’ Viktor muttered.

‘Kinda. I mean, I won’t force myself to like it just because the people I love do. But I don’t like being left out either. Papa and Dad spend so much time abroad because of it. And yeah, I know they come back as often as possible ‘cause they wanna see me, and all of us really, but… It’s not the same…’

‘If this is what worries you, Dmitri, know that they love you. Deeply’, Viktor smiled.

‘It's not. I know they do. I guess I just missed them quite a bit and I really want to spend more time with them. I know what it’s gonna be. One of them will get gold at the GPF, and then they’ll go for the Europeans, the Four Continents and the Worlds, and then they’ll come back, only to go away again…’

‘Geez, aren’t you too small to worry about these ?’

All three turned around, and met a pair of tired, green eyes. Yuri was leaning against the door, staring at his son.

‘Papa ! I… I thought you were asleep…!’

‘I was. But Beka snores like a freaking grizzly. Shouldn’t have given him any booze.’

He sat down, his torso and bare arms inside the living room while his legs laid on the balcony.

‘I’m sorry’, he said. ‘I'm sorry we don’t get to spend as much time with you as we’d all like.’

‘... I didn’t really want you to apologize, y’know ? It’s not really your fault if you like skating that much.’

‘This one is our last season.’

Yuuri couldn’t help but let out a faint exclamation, but he was quick to cover his mouth, afraid he might wake Ekaterina up. Viktor simply frowned, and then sighed.

‘I knew there had to be a reason for you to be this invested this year.’

‘We’re not gonna stay competitive forever. Besides, we’ve been talking a lot about you, lil’ monster. Viktor and the piglet aren’t always gonna be taking care of you when it’s our job.’

‘You can’t ! You… That’s your passion ! You’ve loved it since you were three !’ Dmitri yelled. ‘Don't give up just because I’m an attention whore and -’

‘Language, kid. And trust me, if you were an attention whore, I’d have punched you long ago so don’t go around saying that.’

‘Then, Yurio, what… What are you going to do ?’ Yuuri asked.

‘Dunno. I’ve been asked to work as a model but to be honest, it’d be a pain in the ass. Beka thinks he’s gonna start in the music industry, though.’

‘Are Uncle Yura and Uncle Otabek retiring…?’ asked Ekaterina’s soft voice from the couch.

She was looking at them with bright grey eyes, her hair falling before her face as she slowly stood up and went to sit next to Yuri.

‘Yeah. We are.’

‘We'll never get to see you skate again ?’

‘Not during a competition.’

‘But… You’ll keep loving it, right ? Like Papa and Daddy do ?’

‘Course we will.’

He patted her head, and yawned. She looked like she was about to cry, but she didn’t and simply went to hug Yuuri.

‘Yuri', Viktor said. ‘If none of you win gold this year, or beat your records, I’m keeping Dmitri here and you’re not taking him back ever again.’

‘What ?!’ both Yuri and Dmitri screamed.

‘That's so fucked up, old man ! Who d’you think you are ?! Also are you serious ?! I knew you were stupid but this is some JJ-level bullshit, have you even heard what you -’

‘Yura ? Why are you and Mr. Nikiforov arguing… Again...?’

Otabek had just entered the room, still sleepy.

‘Beka ! Tell the old man that he can’t keep our son all to himself even if none of us win gold !’

‘... What ?’

‘That’s his way of encouraging you’, Yuuri sighed. ‘Well, as long as none of you ask him to marry you if you win gold…’

‘Not happening, the guy’s way too old for me, you can keep him.’

‘Yuri, that was rude !’

‘But I don’t wanna keep living with Grandpa and Gramps, though.’

‘Why would you call my Papa and Daddy ‘Grandpa and Gramps’ ?!’

‘Well, remember that website I talked about earlier ? Tumblr ? People say that Papa is Viktor and Yuuri’s son. So, technically, they’re my grandparents.’

‘... Does that mean Uncle Yura is… Big Brother Yura ?’

‘That also means Dmitri is your nephew’, Otabek said bluntly.

‘Which is fucked up. Also, I’m not their son for fuck’s sake ! Could they stop with this bullshit for even a fucking minute ?!’

‘Yurio, I’ve been trying not to pay attention to it but please don’t swear that much in front of the children’, Yuuri begged.

‘Yeah, Papa, listen to Grandpa Yuuri !’

‘Wait, I get to be Gramps ?! But… But I wanted to be Grandpa !’

‘Dude, you have your priorities set straight.’

‘I'm pretty sure he’s not.’

Silence followed Otabek’s declaration as he stared extremely seriously at everyone in the room. Yuri ended up facepalming, stood up and pulled his ear.

‘Who the fuck are you and what have you done with my bad-puns-free-Beka.’

‘I'm Drunk Beka.’

‘Fuck.’

Then, Otabek collapsed in his husband’s arms, who winced before putting him down on the ground.

‘Wow, now that’s a side of Dad I didn’t know’, Dmitri smirked before taking a picture.

‘Don't even try blackmailing him, kid.’

‘Aww, Yuuri, our son is so protective of his boyfriend !’

‘Viktor, shut your fucking mouth ! He’s not my boyfriend, he’s my husband. And. I. Am. Not. Your. Son.’

Viktor was going to reply, when Ekaterina sneezed. Everyone agreed to go back inside. They hadn’t even realized how cold it was. They spent another few hours talking and playing some board games while Otabek was still asleep on the fluffy carpet; Ekaterina and Dmitri then went with Yuuri to take all covers and pillows off the beds and out of the closets, and gathered them all on the floor. Everyone fell asleep together, Yuri hugging Dmitri and Ekaterina being comfy between her two fathers.

Needless to say, the following week, they were all tied up to their beds with a nasty cold, and Yakov came running to scold every single one of them, even the two children who knew that the man was much, much kinder than he’d ever let people think.

AAAnnnnnd done !!! I hope you liked it, and especially Dmitri and Ekaterina >W< Sorry it ended up way angstier than expected - I do that, sometimes. Truth is, I love writing angst so... Beware of your feels 8D Anyway