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manggojooz · 5 years ago

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Foolish Love, Fake Love (Part 4)

pairing: idol!Jungkook x bodyguard!reader

word count: ~2,800

genre: idol!au; angst; romance; drama; enemies to lovers sort of thing

warnings: none

previous part: Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

summary: If all you can give me is a fake love, then I will be the fool to pretend that it is all true.

Taglist: @a-hopelessly-imaginative-girl @dollwithluv

Sejoon bursts through the door, “Y/N? Y/N?”, he calls out.

Yuri jolts awake from her napping on the table, flailing a little from the sudden movement.

You were sitting at one of the dressing tables in the room. Sejoon runs up to you and sees the contract lying in front of you.

“Have you signed it?”, he picks it up to flip through to the last page.

“Yah”, you answered soullessly. In your mind the scene of you signing the contract flashes again.

“Signed what?”, Yuri asks in her stupor and appears behind Sejoon to take a peep at the document he was holding.

“Great, I will hand this over before Director Lee throws a fit again”, Sejoon quickly folds the papers in half and walks out of the room

Yuri’s eyes trace Sejoon’s steps as he walked briskly out the room, “... So what was it?”

“It’s nothing, just some schedules and stuff”, you just smiled, not wanting to let Yuri know about the contract.

Yuri eyes you suspiciously, you swallow dryly, wondering if she is about to ask a difficult question. You were never a particularly good liar.

“Must be some secret stuff between Jungkook and you huh? I get it... I won’t ask”, she smiled cheekily. You let out an awkward laughter in response.

---

The days that followed all just felt like one very very long day. If not for Yuri mentioning that it’s the third day since the scandal broke out you might have thought that that day would just never end.

“We are here, guys”, Sejoon said from the front of the car.

The moment you stepped out of the well-polished black van, it was a flurry of flashlight, screaming and squeezing all over again.

Unlike the rest of the bodyguards, Yuri and you would loosely follow the boys as they made their way into the building, trying to appear to be “staff members”.

As you trudged along behind the entourage, you heard a few whispers near you, “Did you get a photo of her? She’s the one, the girl at the back wearing a black shirt.”

BH Entertainment has been diligent in trying to get the media to not reveal your face in the news reports and photos but the Internet isn’t exactly somewhere you go to keep secrets.

The boys had already made it safely into the event hall and just before you reached the doorstep you walked past a group of rowdy girls, one of them stuck out her feet, tripping you. As you fell forward and crouched on the floor, you heard a voice above you uttering a swear word, followed by a number of people lamenting, “Is it really her?”, “I can’t believe it”, “Jungkook can do so much better”. Actually, some of these were probably just voices in your head. You really should stay away from reading any more of those comments online.

You closed your eyes but allowed Yuri to help you up. “It will all die down soon...”, you comforted yourself, “... just endure a little longer...”, and you finally walked through the doors into a quietness, “... it’ll all be nothing in a few more days.”

The boys had already begun their filming, Yuri decided to grab a quick bite at the convenient store nearby and dragged you along. You knew she was trying to cheer you up the moment she came out of the store with your favourite drink in her hand.

Both of you sat sluggishly on the plastic chairs outside the convenient store, Yuri softly munching on her sandwich. A breeze passes by, and you felt a queer sensation – a tingling. Your head instinctively turned towards the corner of the street. It felt as if someone was just there, staring at you, but now that you are looking, there was no one.

“What’s wrong?”, Yuri asked.

“Felt like someone was over there watching us”, you muttered, “Did you see?”

“Didn’t see anyone...”, Yuri replied, busy chewing on the second half of her snack.

---

Finally another day was over, by the time you reached the apartment it was close to midnight. You were almost prepared to fight with Yuri for the shower but the sofa looked too inviting and you succumbed to it instead.

The doorbell rings just as Yuri enters the shower and you very reluctantly dragged yourself up from the couch that was engulfing you. The person who stood outside the door was definitely not someone you wanted to see at this time.

---

“Where are we going?”, you asked, speeding along the road in Jungkook’s black SUV.

“I have to go meet someone”, he answers unmindfully.

“At this time? Why do I need to come along?”, you probed.

He swerves the car to the kerb, and you tense up visibly.

“I’m going to watch a movie with Yeonjoo, it is easier to have you around because if any of those people who call themselves the ‘media’ end up catching any photos of us, then I can just explain that I was watching the movie with you”, he explained very succintly, not mincing any of his words.

To have your role explained so indiscreetly to your face was not something you needed after all that had happened. You wanted to say something but there it was again, your inability to find your voice.

Maybe he felt a little awful too. “Alright fine, it was not cool to just drag you out without telling you where we were going. I’ll give you one chance then. You can choose to walk away now if you want to.”, he waited for about two seconds, “It's now or never, Fake-Love-nim...", he spat impatiently.

Another long pause ensued.

Jungkook sighed and turned to face you. “We are both stuck in this situation... which will last for a while. Let's try to make it a win-win, ok? You come along when I have to meet her, so it wouldn’t blow your cover and Director Lee wouldn’t ask you for all that money back for breaching the contract... and I get to meet her. Look, you have nothing to lose. Right?”, he ended with a persuasive smile.

“Right...”, you said listlessly. He was about to step on the accelerator with a smirk of satisfaction when you suddenly continued, “... but technically if you get caught by the paparazzies for meeting Yeonjoo, it wouldn’t be my fault, so I wouldn’t have breached the contract. There’s not much in it for me.”

Jungkook bites his lower lip in annoyance, disliking your quick uptake on the situation.

“Look, I promised to watch the movie with her before all this happened. Let’s just say I am asking you for a favour, alright?”, his teeth were gritted together. “... And you ought to know that having someone like me owe you a favour, is rather... I wouldn’t say a really great thing... but it will definitely be worth more than just these 3 hours of your time.”

Granted, it doesn’t hurt to have him owe you a favour. Satisfied enough with this wrangling, you nodded your head to concur, “Deal. You owe me one then.”

---

You were peering over Jungkook’s shoulders at the ticketing office. The manager was very chummy with Jungkook, at one point you were sure you heard Jungkook call him “hyung”.

“I’ll get the show ready, you can just head over to the private hall now, do you want some popcorn?”, the cinema manager asked as all of you walked out towards the theatres.

“Of course, there must be popcorn for a movie”, Jungkook winked.

Another cinema employee came along to lead Jungkook and you into a cozy theatre. It only had around fifty seats, spread out over five rows. The experience was so surreal and you wondered if this is how celebrities catch movies. After all, it’s not as if they could just walk into any other public showing without being mobbed.

But you always liked watching movies in a crowded theatre. Hearing everyone sigh, laugh, cry and sometimes cheer together is part of the experience, isn’t it? You were in the midst of feeling a tinge of pity for them missing out on all this, when Jungkook casually asks, “You are ok with horror movies, right?”

Your eyes widened in shock, given that this whole time you had not bothered to ask what movie they were watching.

“I can’t... watch horror”, you stuttered.

“What? Aren’t you a bodyguard? How can you be afraid of horror movies?”, Jungkook chuckles sarcastically.

“What has this got to do with my occupation? And do you think we are supposed to protect you from supernatural things too? We are BODYGUARDS, not SHAMANS!”, you responded way too agitatedly.

“How would I know a grown ass human like you would be scared of horror shows? Why are you yelling at me?”, Jungkook shouted back.

“I will just wait outside”, you mumbled with a frown and turn to walk up the stairs of the aisle.

Jungkook immediately grabs your arm and yanks you back, causing you to stumble back down one step. You instinctively grabbed his collar with your other hand to prevent yourself from falling.

When you came back to your senses, Jungkook’s face was literally mere centimetres away from yours. His hand still holding your arm and you were grabbing steadfast onto his collar.

“What are you doing?”, he asked expressionlessly, “let go of my collar.”

“You let go first”, you demanded.

He rolls his eyes and releases your arm with a little push, and you too unclasped your fist over his jacket.

“How are you planning to wait outside? It's this late at night and the story is that I came to the cinema with you... but you end up waiting outside? Do you have the confidence not to be caught by any paparazzi?”, he questioned.

You had little confidence. Everything else in the mall was closed by now. Where could you possibly wait for this to be over?

Jungkook took something out from the back pocket of his jeans, “Just sit at the back and listen to some music, or sleep, or play a game... or just... watch some videos... do whatever you want”, he commanded as he hands you a pair of earphones.

It was your turn to roll your eyes and just as you were begrudgingly swiping the earphones from his palms, the VIP of the night arrives.

“Jungkook”, she called out sweetly as she walked down the steps.

Her long hazel-coloured hair and floral-printed shawl swished from side to side as she strutted towards him. She approached him and seeing them facing each other, you couldn’t help but hear the words repeat in your mind, “Jungkook can do so much better.”

Yeonjoo smiles and greeted you, “I heard you would be joining us tonight. Sorry to make you come out this late at night, but we can hardly watch a movie other than at this kind of ungodly hours.”

“She’s not really joining us”, Jungkook said as he flicked his head towards the back of the cinema, signalling to you to make your way up already.

Yeonjoo and Jungkook sat in the middle of the third row of seats, a box of popcorn resting in between them and soon after the theatre turns dark.

You plugged the earphones into your phone, trying your best to focus on the music blasting into your ears. The theatre was freezing cold and it was almost impossible for your mind to keep quiet with all the music and noises seeping into your ears.

Eventually you opened your eyes and the first thing you saw was Yeonjoo, eyes peeled on the scenes running through on the huge screen. You looked beside her and Jungkook was there, stuffing a few popcorns into his mouth, his eyes staring intently at her instead of the movie. It was difficult to comprehend that they were not really dating.

And if you have ever wondered what the Little Mermaid felt as she watched her Prince loving another woman, this was probably a weak representation of what it must have felt like. All the distant-connection you thought existed between you and him was all in all a dream and the pain must be reality smacking you on the back. It is not unimaginable pain, it is just… the feeling of waking up from a really wonderful dream.

In all of the fairytales, the Little Mermaid must have been one of the biggest fools. She never knew the Prince before she gave up everything to come onto land to be with him. Yet when she found her way to him, all he wanted to do was to marry another woman. Despite all of that, she still chose to give up her life for him, turning silently into foam and bubbles.

You could not help the sigh that left your breath, and wistfully looks up again, deep in thought.

“Omo-ya!”, you suddenly shrieked as you had raised your head a little too high causing you to catch a glimpse of the horribly shocking scene on the screen.

You immediately covered your mouth but it was already too late, Jungkook and Yeonjoo had both turned around. Yeonjoo had a tiny smile but Jungkook was clearly frustrated, mouthing at you to “keep quiet”.

After they turned back to their movie, you decided that this seat wasn’t going to be enough to keep you from getting a shock. So, you quietly stood up, the bottom half of the chair retracted up. With the ample space now, you proceeded to sit on the floor instead. This way your vision was safe, safe from things you did not want to see.

---

The credits were rolling, Jungkook stood up and looked behind him but you were not there at your seat. He looked around and you were nowhere in the theatre.

“Wow, this movie was so good”, Yeonjoo exclaims and she notices how Jungkook was panning around, “oh, where’s Y/N?”, she asked.

Jungkook and Yeonjoo walked up to where you were sitting earlier and as they came closer to the spot, they could hear a faint sniffling sound. Once they reached the entrance of that aisle, Jungkook was befuddled.

There you were, huddled on the ground watching some video and sniffling.

“What are you doing on the floor?”, he asked. You looked up at them with eyes still slightly red-rimmed.

---

Jungkook could only watch Yeonjoo leave in her manager’s car from the driver seat of his car. His eyes flickered with anguish that the night ended too quickly. A quiet moment later, he recalls that you were still sitting next to him and clears his throat before starting the car.

“You were crying from watching the Little Mermaid?”, he suddenly questioned out of the blue during the drive home.

“I wasn’t crying crying... and it’s a sad story, ok?”, you felt embarrassed somewhat.

“Why? Didn’t she end up with the prince?”

“That’s the version Disney put out to scam little kids... in the original story the prince married someone else and she died for him, have you never read it before?”, you were shocked that he did not know this already.

“Is there a movie version? Or a comic? Reading is not really my thing...”, he said nonchalantly.

“Of course, of course...”, your tone was disparaging.

He somehow did not take offence at your tone but went on to ask, “Why would a fairytale intended for kids be so dark though? You said he married someone else and the Little Mermaid had to die for him?”

“Yeah, he married someone else. And she had a choice, either to kill him and turn back into a mermaid or to vanish into bubbles after he marries the other woman.”

“Wow. That's melodramatic. I don’t get all these sacrificial love type of things. What's with the obsession over people sacrificing themselves for love though? Is it really such a great thing?”, Jungkook asked.

The change in his demeanour before and after meeting Yeonjoo did not escape you. He was even willingly making small talk with you now.

Instead of looking at him, you stared out the window. The car was crossing a bridge over the Han river, the moonlight reflected on the water, shimmering, just like the night the Little Mermaid must have first met the Prince.

“It’s not a great thing... it’s foolish”, you replied solemnly.

The Little Mermaid loved the Prince based on a fantasy she created for herself. How could such a love be real?

“It really is foolish”, he concurred.

“But...”, you seem to be slowly finding your voice again, “if it is not foolish, is it still love?”

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moistmailman · 5 years ago

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House Wife AU part 5

*Halloween Night*

Pyrrha, wearing a cowboy costume: *handing out candy* Oh my goodness, what are you supposed to be, sweetie?

Little boy, happily: I’m an astwonaut!

Pyrrha, giggling: Well you have to be the cutest little astronaut ever. Here you go. *puts candy in bag.

Boy's parents: What do you say to the nice lady?

Little boy: Thank you, nice lady.

Pyrrha, smiling sweetly: You’re welcome, sweetie. Have a happy Halloween! *shuts door and yells towards her stairs* Hey kids! Are you guys almost ready for trick or treating?

Troy’s voice, from up stairs: Yeah hold on! Almost done!

Pyrrha: Please hurry! Uncle Roman and Mercury should be here any minute no—

*Door bell rings*

Pyrrha, grabbing bowl of candy: Ope, more trick or treaters. *opens door* Happy Halloween!

Roman, chuckling: Oooh, we get candy too?

Mercury: And here I thought this holiday was only for kids.

Pyrrha, chuckling: Oh, it’s you two. I’m sorry. I thought you guys were trick or treaters. Please, come in. The kids are getting ready.

Mercury, walking in: So, are the kiddos excited to go trick or treating?

Pyrrha, smiling: They sure are. They been waiting all year for this. They were too excited to go to sleep last night actually. They were too busy talking about how much candy they were going to get. It was adorable.

Roman, smiling: Yeah, I'm sure it was. So, where’s Cindie?

Pyrrha, frowning: Hmm? She should be around here somewhere. Where is she? Hey sweetheart, come here! Roman and Mercury are here!

Cinder’s voice, sighing in the other room: Hold on! Just....give a minute.

Mercury, raising an eyebrow: What’s wrong with her?

Pyrrha, smiling: Oh nothing. Our kids’ picked our costumes and she’s....she’s not the biggest fan of hers.

Roman: Oh really? How bad is it?

Pyrrha: It’s not even bad. She’s just being a little grump. Cinder, sweetheart, are you coming?

Cinder’s voice, approaching: Yeah, hold on! I’m on my way.

*Suddenly Cinder grudgingly walks through the door with a Bo Peep costume on, including the pink polkadotted dress, hat, and even cane*

Cinder, scowling:...........

Roman/Mercury:........*snorts laughter*

Cinder, glaring: You shut your god damn mouths!

Mercury, laughing: Nice costume. Where's your other toy friends?

Cinder, gritting her teeth: Shut up.

Roman, laughing: Are you trying out a new look or something? It really suits you.

Cinder: I swear to God I will fucking shove my foo—

Pyrrha: Hey, language. Just calm down and ignore them, okay? Besides, I think you look really cute in that costume anyway. *kisses her* You're my cute Bo Peep.

Cinder, sighing: Where are the kids?

Pyrrha, smiling: They should be coming down. *Yells towards the stairs* Hey kids! Come down, uncle Roman and Mercury are here!

*Loud footsteps are heard*

Achilles’s voice: COMING!

*Achilles and Troy excitedly run down stairs in sheep costumes*

Pyrrha, cooing: Aww, look how precious you two look. You’re my two little precious lambs. *kisses their heads*

Mercury: So, I see there’s a theme going on.

Pyrrha, smiling: Yeah, they just saw toy story last week and loved it. So they picked our costumes and we picked theirs. *Cooing* And I'm honestly so happy I picked these costumes, but they are absolutely adorable, I swear. Whose mommy's little lambs? *Kisses their heads a bunch againi

Achilles: Mooom! You're embarrassing us!

Pyrrha, punching Achilles cheek: Oh nonsense. There's nothing embarrassing about a mother's love. Now scoot together so I can't take some pictures.

*Pyrrha snaps a bunch of pictures of her kids, while slightly getting teary eyed and mumbling about her "precious lambs"*

Roman, crouching down: So are you kiddos ready for trick or treating?

Achilles, jumping: Heck yeah I am!

Troy, shaming with excitement: I can’t wait! We are going to get so much candy!

Mercury: You got that right! We marked all the rich people’s house that give the best candy out! So your bags are going to be packed!

Achilles: Yes! I can’t wait!

Troy: Lets Go!

Cinder: Hold on, guys. Let me have a word with your 'uncles' real quick. Comm’ere for a minute, you two.

Mercury, sighing: Oh great.

Roman, sighing: Just give us a minute kids. This won’t take long.

*Cinder escorts Mercury and Roman to the living room privately*

Cinder, deadly serious: I just want to tell you guys that if you lose our kids, or if ANYTHING happens to them, I’ll kill you both.

Roman, rolling his eyes: Yeah Yeah, I know.

Cinder: I’m serious. I will kill you both with no hesitation at all. No matter how far you run, and where you hide, I will find and slaughter you both like the dogs you are.

Mercury, groaning: We know already. You literally tell us this each time we baby sit them at all.

Cinder, growling: And I mean it each and everytime too. Don’t let them out of your sights, or so help me god I’ll—

Roman, rolling his eyes: Kill us, we got it. Can we go now?

Cinder: Yeah. Get out of here. And don’t make me regret letting you do this.

Roman, smiling: Right. See you around, farmer’s daughter.

Cinder: Dont you fucking call me th—

Roman, leaving with the kids: Let’s go guys. Say bye bye to your mommies.

Troy/Achilles, waving: Bye bye!

Pyrrha, smiling and waving: Goodbye, we love you! Have fun and be safe!

Roman, waving: We will. See you later.

Pyrrha, smiling: Well the kids are gone now. So you know what that means we can do finally~

Cinder, smiling: Oh most definitely.

Pyrrha: Time to watch a bunch of bad horror movies!

Cinder, chuckling: Yep! Ill make the popcorn! Let's go!

*hours later*

Roman, walking down the street: Man, I can’t believe that Cindie doesn’t fully trust us with the kiddos yet.

Mercury: I know right. I mean, we’re great babysitters.

Roman: We’re the best! And we’re doing this for free too! She should be greatful!

Mercury: She really should! But no, she thinks we're nothing but idiots.

Roman: Tell me about it. We're not that dumb. We are actually very two smart men!

Mercury: You can say that again! Plus the kids love us! Don’t you guys?

Achilles/Troy:.........

Mercury, concerned: Hey, are you kiddos alright? Wait, did you guys change bags or something? *crouches down* What’s goin—.......

Roman, worries: What? What’s wrong? *crouches down* Do they have candy on their mouths or som— *gasps* O-oh my god.

*Roman looks and sees two confused kids wearing identical sheep costumes, but being completely two different kids, both of them being cat faunuses*

Roman, panicking: Oh my fucking god!

Mercury, panicking: Please tell me I’m going insane! Please tell me that I don’t see two cat ears on them right now! Tell me anything but—

Roman, nearly crying: Jesus Christ, we somehow mixed up kids! We got the wrong ones!

Mercury, voice cracking: Anything BUT that!

Roman: Oh my god! This can't be happening?! We just accidentally committed two kidnappings! How is this even possible?! How did we manage to do this?! The chances of this happening is comically and astronomically low! Oh fuck!! This is so stupid, even for us! Oh my god! This doesn't happen to normal people! This is like some three stooges level of stupidity! Cinder's going to kill is!

Mercury: Stop jumping to conclusion man! We might not die! Look, maybe....just maybe, Cinder might not notice if we show up with these two instead. L-like, we could dye her hair red and boom, it's essentially Achilles and Troy! That's possible, right?

Roman: NO, YOU DAMN IDIOT! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! DID YOU SUDDENLY GROW SHIT FOR BRAINS OR SOMETHING?! FOR GOD SAKE, ONE OF THEM IS A GIRL! A GIRL WITH CAT EARS! HOW THE HELL ARE WE GOING TO CONVINCE THEIR PARENTS THAT THEYRE ACHILLES AND TROY?! AND WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO WITH THESE TWO KIDS RIGHT HERE?!

Mercury: I DONT KNOW BUT STOP YELLING AT ME, IM GRASPING FOR STRAWS! I'M DESPERATE!

Roman: OH MY GOD! SHE’S GOING GO KILL US!!! SHE’S ACTUALLY GOING GO KILL US! WE’RE DEAD! WE’RE SO DEAD! OH CHRIST, WE NEED TO MOVE AWAY, FAR AWAY TO A PLACE WHERE SHE CANT FIND US! CHANGE IDENTITIES AND LOOKS! ROMAN AND MERCURY NO LONGER EXIST ANYMORE! WE’RE NOW GRAY AND YURI! GROW A MUSTACHE WHILE I GROW A GOATEE OR SOMETHING, I DONT FUCKING KNOW–

Mercury: GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF, MAN! WE GOTTA CALM DOWN! WE CANT JUST GIVE UP HOPE RIGHT AWAY! HOPE IS ALL WE GOT! LOOK, WE JUST GOTTA FIND THESE KIDS’ PARENT AND THEN WE’RE FIND OUR KIDS! OKAY?! ALL IS NOT LOST!

Roman: YOURE RIGHT! ALL WE GOTTA DO IS FIND THEM AND WE ARENT DEAD! YOU'RE BRILLIANT!

Mercury: Okay, uhm....Heya kiddos, uhm.....do you think you guys can show us to your house? You have any idea where you live?

One of the kids: *nods quietly*

Mercury: Yes yes yes yes! We aren’t going to die! We are going to survive! Okay, let’s go!

*meanwhile*

Pyrrha, eating popcorn: I honestly don’t understand why everyone in these horror movies are so dumb. Like, does common sense don't exist in these worlds?

Cinder, chuckling: How else are they supposed to die in these easily avoidable ways for our amusement?

Pyrrha, giggling: Yeah, I guess you’re right. But couldn't they just make the killer smarter?

Cinder: Yeah, but then they would have to put effort into the writing.

Pyrrha: *snorts*

*Phone rings in the kitchen*

Cinder, standing: I'll get it.

Pyrrha: Can you make some more popcorn while you’re at it?

Cinder, smiling: Yeah, hold on.

*Cinder walks into the kitchen and answer their phone*

Cinder: Hello?........Yang? Yang who? Oh wait, you’re one of Pyrrha’s friends, right?....oh, okay. How can I help you?........wait, slow down. You're talking to fast.......what do you mean your wife’s going to kill you if she finds out. What’s going on?......uh no, why would we have your kids?......a mix up? What mix up?.......why do you have Troy and Achil— OH MY GOD, I’M GOING TO KILL THEM!!!

#rwby #pyrrha nikos #cinder fall #roman torchwick #mercury black #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #pompeii rwby #bumbleby #rwby house wife au #imagine your ship #imagine your otp

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hopeisour4letteredword · 5 years ago

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look through your textbook (cause i’m history) ch1

Content warnings: implied/referenced domestic violence

Summary: After dropping out, Yuri’s life is a haze of working and trying not to lose his damn mind. Then he meets Estelle.

Read it here or check the notes for the link to AO3.

It’s late—too late, the community center isn’t supposed to be open at this hour—and there’s a crying young woman with blood on her face holding Yuri’s hand in both of her own.

Yuri really wishes he could say it’s the first and last time this will happen to him. Unfortunately, it’s neither.

“P-please,” the woman stammers. Tears streak down her cheeks, right through the abrasion that mars her cheekbone. Ouch. That must sting. “Please, I just—I can c-clean myself up, I just need a—a first aid kit and, and a place to spend the night—��

“This is a community center, not a shelter,” Yuri says, as gently as he can to soften the blow. Her lower lip trembles. “Hey, none of that. I can help with getting you cleaned up, and when you calm down a little bit we can think together about where to put you up for the night. Alright?”

“Th-thank you so much—“

Yuri waves his free hand dismissively. He fishes through his pockets for his keys so he can unlock the front door.

“Ladies first,” he says, using his captive hand to guide her inside. She sniffles valiantly, releasing his hand and inching inside the dark building. Yuri steps in after her, locking the door behind himself, and flicks on the lights. She flinches away from the sudden glare. “Shit, sorry.”

“It’s n-not your fault.”

“The first aid kit is in the staff room. If you want, you can wait right here—”

“I’m sorry, I d-don’t want to be alone, s-sorry—“

“Hey, you’re fine, that’s cool. Come on, then.”

They troop through the main community room. Yuri kicks in chairs that didn’t get pushed all the way back to their tables at the end of the day. That’s what Hanks gets for letting Ted help close up for the night. At least the kiddie zone got picked up so they won’t slip on any errant toy trains. The young woman flinches with every creaky floorboard and groaning pipe. Poor lady. This isn’t exactly a new building. There’s a lot of those noises.

Yuri unlocks the staff room, and this time has the presence of mind to warn her, “Lights going on.”

“Thank you....”

“So what I need you to do for me is to sit down and try to keep your hair back while I patch you up. Sound good?”

“You don’t—don’t have to—“

“Yeah, but I’m gonna, so quit trying to tell me what to do. Hair back.”

She obediently sinks into one of the shitty folding chairs Hanks keeps in the staff room. Shaking fingers hold her pink hair away from her face. Yuri sits down on an adjacent chair and tries to touch the abrasion as little as possible while he moves away some stray strands that she missed. She trembles, but doesn’t make a peep.

“Okay, what I’ve got here is hydrogen peroxide—“ He shows her the bottle. “And I’m just gonna pour some onto these cotton pads and wipe your scrapes down with it. It’ll sting like a motherfucker, but then it’ll be over with.”

“O-okay.”

“Chin up. You got this.” He holds her face steady while he makes the first pass. She still jerks back so hard that he almost gets her in the eye with the soaked cotton pad. “Whoa there.”

“I’m s-so sorry—!”

“Shit happens. Ready for the next try?”

“Ye-yes....”

Her jaw clenches under his fingers. She whimpers a little when the pad touches her cheek, but doesn’t move. What a trooper.

“There you go. One more pass, okay? We don’t want shit stuck in there when it heals up.”

She nods, firmly, and barely winces with the last pass. Yuri tosses the bloody cotton into the trash and reaches back into the first aid kit.

“Any other scrapes?”

“My—my knuckles.”

“Oh yeah? Let’s see ‘em.” Yuri swipes them down with one pass. They’re not nearly as bad as her face. “You know Neosporin?”

“N-no.”

“Really? Damn. Well, it’s just antibiotic goop. Shouldn’t hurt as much as the last stuff.” She watches as he spreads some onto a gauze pad. “I’m gonna tape this to your face. Little weird having tape on your face, but in my personal experience, better than having an open bloody wound.”

“Y-yuck.”

“That’s the spirit.” He carefully tapes the gauze in place. Luckily, the scrape isn’t too big. Plenty of room to put the tape down without catching her eyelashes or the hair framing her face. He pops open a box of finger bandages and goops up a few to patch over the worst of her knuckles. “All set. We have some pain meds here, too. Want any? I got ibuprofen, naproxen, Tylenol...”

“Can I... ibuprofen.”

“All yours.” Yuri slides her the bottle and rises from his chair to search the cabinets. Where’s the goddamn cups? Oh, hell, that’s right. Hanks moved all of the cups to the kitchen. There’s only mugs in the staff room now. He grabs a “#1 GRANDPA” mug. “Lemme get you some water for that.”

He passes it off to her. She slips a pill into her mouth and drinks it down. Both hands lock around the mug when she lowers it, and she stares down into the leftover water, trembling.

“You cold?”

“H-huh? Oh. Um. A little.”

Yuri opens and closes a few more cabinet doors before he finds Hanks’s old high school letterman jacket neatly folded and stashed. Evidently the blankets they used to keep in here have been relocated, too. “We’ve got this. Might smell a little like mothballs, though.”

“That’s—that’s fine.”

Yuri drapes the jacket over her shoulders. She hunkers down under it without putting her arms through the sleeves.

“Do you want, like. Tea? We got tea, I think. In the kitchen. Not sure what kinds. I’m not really a tea person. I’m a heathen, I drink black coffee because chugging bitter sludge makes me feel like a badass.” She makes a hiccupping noise that’s something like a laugh. “There we go. Feeling a little better?”

“Yes. Thank you—so much. Really.”

“Well, I couldn’t just leave you there.” He scratches at his chin. “I’m gonna need you to get a head start on thinking about where to spend the night. I have to remember why I came here in the first place.”

“Oh, no, I’m s—“

“Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong.” What did he come here for? He tips his head back, staring at the ceiling. He was home for the evening... bartending ended early tonight... he had already walked Repede... oh, shit. That’s right. “I’m going into the kitchen anyway, so seriously, do you want tea?”

“N-no, thank you.”

“Okay, your call.”

She still scrambles to her feet and follows him, so close that he keeps waiting for her to step on his heels. He’s not gonna be the jackass that tells her off, though.

“I just want to preface this by saying I’m an amateur chef, not a serial killer, and you can hold onto the knife until we go our separate ways if me having it freaks you out,” Yuri tells her, as he turns on the kitchen light. She gives him a horrified look, mouthing knife? He goes to the sink. The meat cleaver is exactly where he thought it would be. He can always trust Hanks and Ted to leave his good knives someplace where they rust and get covered in gross shit. He grabs a scrubber sponge and wipes it down, one side then the other, before drying it and bundling it into a dish cloth.

He offers the bundle to the young lady. She shakes her head, quickly. The mug is still tightly clasped in both hands.

“Why is y-your knife here?”

“I lent it to them,” Yuri says. “To the staff here, I mean. Well, I’m also staff, sometimes, but that’s not the point. They had a few whole chickens to prepare today, and someone made off with their old cleaver a couple weeks ago.”

“That was. Nice of you.”

“Sure, I guess.” Yuri tucks the knife bundle under one arm and leans back against the counter, considering her. Her hair is pulled back with an ornate clasp, aside from the bangs that drape over her abraded cheek. Under Hanks’s jacket, she’s wearing a fancy dress, something sleek and silky and blue that pools around her feet. It is, predictably, covered in dirt, dead leaves and grass stains up to knee-height. Her face is wan, with big, sad green eyes. A bruise is starting to mottle her cheek around the scrape. The very image of an abused socialite. “Can I get your name?”

“I’m...I’m Estellise.”

Yuri whistles. “That’s a mouthful.”

“I g-guess so.”

“How do you feel about ‘Estelle’?”

“Es...Estelle?” She perks up a bit. The moue of her lips twitches up just a little. “That’s nice. I like that.”

“Alright, sweet. So, Estelle. I’m Yuri. Do you want to tell me how you ended up here at one in the morning with your face all banged up?”

Estelle looks back down into the mug. “...Do I have to?”

“Nah.”

“Wha—I don’t?”

“Nope. It’s not really my business. I mean, I can make some pretty educated guesses, but you don’t technically need to tell me anything.”

“O-oh.”

“I can just straight-up ask what I really need to. You want me to take you to a domestic abuse women’s shelter?”

“I—“ The mug shakes in her hands. “I d-don’t count.”

“You don’t count?”

“It’s n-not like that. I c-couldn’t—I couldn’t take that space from someone who really n-needed it.”

Yuri sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Uh... I guess you would know your situation better than I would. How about... no offense, but I have no idea how old you are. Are you a very fancy teenager? Should I be thinking more along the lines of children’s shelters?”

“No. I’m eighteen.”

“God, you are a fancy teenager.”

She laughs a little, but it’s hysterical. “Y-yes.”

“I guess... shit. I’m just stuck on women’s shelters. You really don’t want to go? You sure? I can find a lady to drive you if you aren’t comfortable with—“

“N-no! It’s not you. Y-you’re fine.”

“Do you want...did you come here to find Hanks? I can call Hanks.”

“Who’s H-Hanks?”

“Oookay, that answers that question... Not gonna lie, I’m kind of confused about what you want.”

Estelle makes a miserable noise. “I am too.”

Yuri takes a hard look at her. The scrape on her face isn’t so bad she’s bleeding through the gauze right away, and her hands aren’t fucked up too badly. Definitely not a hospital situation. Poor girl probably doesn’t have the money on her to deal with the hospital right now, anyway. The way she’s acting, he’s pretty damn sure there’s some kind of abuse at play, but she doesn’t want to go to the women’s shelter. She’s too old for programs targeted at children. So what exactly is Yuri supposed to do with her?

...Fuck it. He’s tired, she’s tired, he’s overdue for his next scruffy stray. “Look, if you’re comfortable with it, you can come to my place for the night. I’ve got a one-bedroom, not a studio, so you can take the bedroom and lock me out if that makes you feel safer. I can sleep on the couch.”

“I c-couldn’t—!”

“Sure you could. I’ve slept on the couch for stupider reasons.”

“But—“

“If you’re scared, we can call somebody you trust and tell them where you are, so you’ve got witnesses if I decide to murder you.”

“I don’t think you’re going to murder me,” she says, scrunching up her nose at him and then wincing when it pulls at her cheek. “I don’t want to impose.”

“Okay, but I don’t care,” Yuri says. “So I don’t think it really counts as imposing. I’m going to text Hanks—he’s the director of the community center, by the way—that I have a very sad young lady staying at my apartment tonight, so that the next time you ask a total stranger for shelter, you think of that and remember to have some degree of self-preservation.”

“Y-you don’t have to—“

“Yeah, yeah. Oh, minor detail—are you allergic to dogs?”

As it turns out, Estelle is not allergic to dogs, but it’s possible that dogs are allergic to her.

“He’s like that sometimes,” Yuri says, absentmindedly, while Repede staunchly ignores Estelle’s attempts to make friends with him.

“He isn’t friendly?”

When Yuri glances over his shoulder, she’s staring back at him with sad, disappointed eyes. She kneels beside Repede on the floor, bundled into spare clothes Yuri dug out of the community center’s storage for her. Wearing second-hand clothes, making undignified kissy noises at his dog, she looks much younger than she did at the community center. The pouty face she’s making at Repede probably isn’t doing her any favors in the maturity department either.

“He’s not so hot about strangers. Seriously, don’t take it personally.” He gives the chicken soup one last stir. Cooking at 2AM isn’t his favorite, but it is, unfortunately, a frequent occurrence nonetheless. “Alright, there’s soup if you want any.”

She accepts a bowl, but waits until Yuri has his own. She watches and copies him as he lifts it to face-level, carefully blowing across the surface, and drinks some of the broth. He almost snorts some back up laughing when her eyes go wide, and she visibly tries to swish the hot broth around her mouth to cool it.

“You have to blow like you mean it.”

“I don’t want to spill!”

“Just don’t burn yourself.”

Yuri has a table, because he isn’t a complete disaster. He and Estelle stand around next to the stove anyway, slurping soup directly out of the bowls. When the broth-to-solids ratio declines enough, they break out the spoons.

“You’re a really good cook,” Estelle says, sounding wistful. “I wish I could make stuff like this.”

“Keep in touch with me when you get your feet back under you and maybe I can teach you someday.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“Thank you!”

Once they’ve drained their bowls, Yuri does a lick-and-spit clean-up job on the kitchen while Estelle does a circuit of his living room, snooping through his stuff. He hears her pause over the rush of the tap and doesn’t think anything of it until she ventures to say, “Is... is this Flynn? Flynn Scifo?”

“Probably,” Yuri says. He cranks the faucet off and turns to see what she’s looking at. It’s the picture Coach Niren took of the two of them at their first fencing tournament. Yuri’s still got the last chub of baby fat rounding out his cheeks, and he’s laughing with delight over some stupid shit Flynn had said. Flynn grins back at him, gangly and awkward with adolescence. He has his arm thrown aroun d Yuri’s shoulders. He looks like a damn puppy; he still needs to grow into his limbs. Yuri would die before he told anybody, but it’s one of his favorite pictures. Flynn was grouchy as shit in high school. Every smile Yuri could wrangle out of him was a privilege. “Yeah, that’s Flynn. You know him?”

“Yes... He’s, um, a student of my guardian’s.”

“Your guardian works at the university, then?”

Estelle fidgets a bit, wringing her hands. “Yes....”

Yuri mentally stores her nervous response for later discussion. He can give her a break at ass o’ clock in the morning. “You and Flynn get on well?”

“Yes! He’s very well-read. We talk about books together.”

“Ah, nerd club. Of course. Sounds just like him.”

“Are you...” Estelle glances over at him. “You know, I didn’t think of it until I saw this picture, but I think he’s mentioned you. Yuri? You’re his best friend, aren’t you?”

Yuri doesn’t answer her for a moment because he’s too startled by the fact that Flynn is, apparently, still calling Yuri his best friend even though they haven’t seen each other in a year and almost got in a fistfight last time they ran into each other. Not that Yuri doesn’t also still consider Flynn his best friend, but, like. Standards, Flynn. Have some. “Huh. Yeah.”

A shy smile spreads over her face. “You’re just like he described you.”

“Oh, geez. I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll try to be on my best behavior from here out.”

“What are you talking about? There’s nothing wrong with your behavior.”

Yuri stares at her again. “...I think we’re having two different conversations. How does Flynn describe me? Because I assumed he told you I was a pain in the ass.”

“What? No! He said you’ve got a big heart and you always try to help others.”

This is too much for Yuri to deal with at 2AM in front of a stranger. Or friend of a friend, apparently. Dammit. It’s always Flynn.

“Well, um. He did also say you were trouble.”

Oh, thank God, stable ground. “That sounds more like it. Come on, I’ll lend you some pajamas. We should both get to sleep. In the morning—like the real morning, not the fake morning right now—we can go back to the community center and talk to Hanks about your options.”

A week later, Estelle is still in his apartment. Yuri thinks she’s starting to grow on him. Not like a fungus, because Estelle is one of the only people he’s ever met that he would wholeheartedly describe as lovely. Terribly naive, mind-bogglingly sheltered, but lovely. So maybe like some kind of nice moss or something? He’s lost the trail of this metaphor.

He has bartending in the evening, these days, but when he’s at the community center in the mornings he tries to give her his attention. She seems overwhelmed by all the things she needs to find solutions for: housing, income, banking, emergency medical care... At least a few of those, he can help with. Hanks is a bigger asset. He’s got a lifetime of experience with helping uprooted young adults. Yuri is happy to put Estelle up for as long as it takes them to sort her shit out.

Still, he does sort of wonder if he’s gotten ahead of himself when Hanks texts him asking to talk to him and Estelle in private at his house. Hanks is usually fine with having personal conversations at the community center. Whatever he has to say must be serious.

“Should we have brought him something?” Estelle asks, a little nervously. She’s wearing clothes loaned from one of Yuri’s coworkers with Hanks’s jacket thrown over them. The ol d man refused to take it back from her when they met, and she’s barely taken it off since. She throws herself into hand-me-downs with an eagerness Yuri wouldn’t have expected, given her clothes the night they met.

“What? No. Why would we bring him something?”

“Well, you’re supposed to give your host a gift when you visit someone, aren’t you? Like a bottle of wine?”

“I know you grew up in the fancy rich high society life or some shit, but this is the Lower Quarter, princess. We don’t have the money for that kind of etiquette here. The only ‘wine’ Hanks is getting is the kind that comes out of my mouth.”

Estelle laughs quietly as Yuri knocks on the door and then shoves it open without waiting for a response.

“I’m in the kitchen,” Hanks calls, gruffly. Yuri shepherds Estelle in the right direction. Hanks has his back to them as he puts the finishing touches on a couple bowls of salad.

“Wow, breaking out the fresh vegetables for us and everything.”

“Someone has to make sure you kids get vitamins,” Hanks says, without looking up. He offers one of the bowls to Estelle. She peers into it curiously. “Spinach, bacon, cucumbers, and cherry tomatoes. I’ve got salad dressing in the fridge if you want some.”

“Yes, please,” Estelle says. Hanks waves her toward the small kitchen table while he goes to the fridge.

“Both of you have a seat. Estelle, what kind of dressing do you want?”

“Um. I’ll have whatever Yuri’s having.”

“Don’t let Yuri be your role model for everything,” Hanks warns her, even as he passes her the Italian dressing. “He’s a troublemaker.”

“I think he’s nice,” Estelle mumbles.

“You poor, misguided soul,” Yuri says. He takes the bottle from her when she’s done. “Hanks, you needed something from us?”

Hanks eases himself down into a chair across from them, groaning the whole way. The stubborn old man is going to hurt himself one of these days if he doesn’t give in and get a cane. “I did. Well, there’s not really a good way to get into this. Here. Take a look.”

He takes a piece of paper out of his breast pocket and unfolds it, dropping it on the table in front of them. It’s a flyer, the kind small local businesses will have on community boards or that gets slapped up on light posts on the street. It reads:

MISSING PERSON: ESTELLISE SIDOS HEURASSEIN

LAST SEEN AT ZAPHIAS UNIVERSITY, NEAR MEDICAL SCHOOL

18 YEARS OLD; 5’5” TALL; PINK HAIR AND GREEN EYES

CONTACT ZPD [(XXX) XXX-XXXX] OR DEAN ALEXEI DINOIA [ [email protected] ] WITH INFORMATION. REWARD IF FOUND.

In the middle of the page is a poor-quality, grainy picture of Estelle. It’s water-stained, with the colors distorted so that her face is barely recognizable. Yuri’s not convinced he would recognize her if he didn’t already know who it was. The flyer must have been outside. Along the bottom are tear-off tabs with the police number and the Dean’s email on them. Yuri recognizes the domain; it’s the official university mail service, so it must be the Dean’s professional email. It seems like an odd choice for a missing person ad. Looks like a few tabs have been taken.

Yuri glances sideways at Estelle. She stares down at the flyer, pale and scared like Yuri hasn’t seen her since their first encounter. They just stopped gooping up the scrape, so it’s scabbing over now , and the bruising has turned a sickly green as it heals.

“I...” She swallows, hard, putting her fork down. “I don’t...”

“Listen,” Hanks says, with a sigh. “I’m not about to turn you in. I don’t think Yuri will, either.”

“Fuck, no.”

“But I can’t promise nobody in the Lower Quarter will. Folks here are hurting for cash. Someone who sees you at the community center might take them up on it, even if they aren’t proud of it, so they can put food on the table.”

“...Yes. I understand.”

Hanks scratches at his beard. “I guess all I’m askin’ is that you think about stopping by the police station yourself. I don’t want Yuri to get charged with kidnapping.”

That makes Estelle jerk her head up, eyes wide. “Yuri could get in trouble?”

“Sure. He’s been on the wrong side of the law before—“

“The tweedles deserved to get pushed into the canal, you know that—“

“I do, son, but the police still weren’t none too happy about it. They aren’t much fond of him, and now he’s got a missing person stashed in his apartment. Ain’t a hard case to make.”

“But he’s not making me stay there!”

Hanks shrugs. “They could argue coercion if they get a bee in their bonnet. That’s why I’m suggesting you stop by the police station yourself, to let them know that you left under your own will and you aren’t missing. It doesn’t mean you have to go back to your old life. The community’s happy to help you figure something else out, like we have been.”

Estelle wrings her hands under the table. She looks down at the flyer again.

“I don’t want to go back,” she says, voice small.

“I’m telling you, you don’t have to.”

“If I talk to the police, they’ll make me go back.”

“You’re eighteen,” Yuri says. “You can go wherever the hell you want. They can’t make you go back if you don’t want to.”

“Will you come with me? To the police station?”

“Probably not a good idea,” Hanks says. “Remember, we want to show them that you’re staying in the Lower Quarter under your own free will.”

“I can still drive you there and wait nearby, though,” Yuri says. “I’ll hang out in a parking lot or something. Just scream real loud and I’ll come grab you.”

“Don’t scream unless you have no other choice, the police don’t like that.”

“Who cares what the police like? If they try to mess with you, break their eardrums.”

“Yuri, for God’s sake, don’t get the poor girl in trouble.”

Estelle giggles a little, high and anxious. The smile slides back off her face quickly, though. “I can... can I still stay with you? After I talk to the police?”

“Sure.”

“Really? I promise I’ll—I’ll stop by the bank, and get a new account set up. Then I can try to find a job and pay you b—“

“Estelle, chill. There’s no rush.”

“But—!”

“We’ll get it sorted out. Might take a bit, but we’ll get you there. You don’t need to freak out.”

“I just—“ Estelle sniffles a bit. Oh, God, no. No crying. Please no more crying. Yuri is terrible at comforting people. “You’ve been so kind, both of you, and I haven’t even told you anything and you’re still helping me, and I feel so bad, and—“

Yuri fidgets with a lock of his own hair. “I mean. This isn’t exactly a huge mystery. You’ve got big bruises on your face and you don’t want to go back somewhere. I might not have a fancy education, but I can put two and two together.”

“I... I guess that’s...”

“We don’t really need more information than that. Anyway, you’re a friend of Flynn’s. He would kick my ass if he found out I didn’t look out for you.”

“But you offered to let me stay with you before you knew—“

Hanks reaches across the table to pat her shoulder. “Don’t bother, miss. Let Yuri believe the rest of us think he’s a tough guy. We all know he’s really a big softie.”

Yuri splutters indignantly. “Hey!”

“He climbs trees to get children’s cats down for them,” Hanks stage-whispers to Estelle. She giggles, more genuinely this time. Yuri would be pleased if it weren’t at his goddamn expense.

“One time! Was I just supposed to leave Ted’s cat stranded?! He had a broken leg!”

“One time? Son, you’ve done that twice in the last year.”

“Tell Ted to get a better cat! I swear, next time I’m leaving the damn thing up there.”

“Yesterday,” Estelle tells Hanks, solemnly, wiping a tear away from the corner of her eye, “He held two babies for a busy mom. At once.”

Hanks chortles. Yuri groans, aggrieved. “I changed my mind, you can’t stay with me. You’re a menace.”

“No, no. You’re right, we can’t risk Flynn’s wrath. The young lady is here to stay.”

Estelle catches Yuri’s eye again and gives him that small, shy smile again. Yuri shakes his head, fond despite himself. He returns a wry smile. Of course she’s staying. He never should have expected anything different. On some level, he thinks he didn’t.

“Alright, princess. I guess I’m stuck with you.”

“I’m in your care!”

#fluri #yuri lowell #Estellise Sidos Heurassein #tales of vesperia #Feeling Pretty Good About the Trouble That I’m In #flynn isnt here but yuri Pines #long post

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weasel-teeth · 5 years ago

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who else does fay have as?

(( Mod here! Anon, I think you’re asking about Fay’s contact list! Worry not, she has special contact names/emoji symbols and ringtones for everyone! Because she is just that fucking extra- lemme share some with you! Warning, these are stupid, highly embarrassing, sweet, or hilarious-

Miu Iruma (( @ask-the-one-and-only-inventor ))

Nickname: Mew Mew 🔧💖

Ringtone: Fergalicious by Fergie (( she might rap the next part if she doesn’t answer fast enough- ))

“T to the A, to S T Y, girl you tasty

T to the A, to S T Y, girl you tasty

D to the E, to L I C I O U S

D to the E, to L I C I O U S, to the, to the, to the, hit it fergie-“

Kokichi Oma (( @ask-a-goblin ))

Nickname: Kichi The Crazy Cat Lady 🍇💜

Ringtone: https://youtu.be/psxBizrPIxg ((because she loves you rat, biitttchh 💕 ))

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“I love you bitch

I ain’t never gonna stop lovin’ you

Biiitttcchhh-“

Toko Fukawa (( @ask-toko-toko ))

Nickname: TokoToko Likes You 💙📝

Ringtone: Big and Chunky by Will-I-Am (( to complete the joke lmao ))

“I like ‘em big

I like ‘em funky

You know the rest don’t lie to me-“

Yuri Kagarin (( @the-ultimate-spaceboy ))

Nickname: Yur Bear 🌈💚

Ringtone: Careless Whisper by George Michael (( only the most romantic for you ;P lmao ))

“*very intense sexy sax solo that loops until she answers the phone-*”

Azora Yumeno (( @ask-disaster-necromancer ))

Nickname: Azzie Mazzie 💙✨

Ringtone: Angel by Shaggy (( gentle uwu song ))

“Girl you’re my angel, you’re my darling angel

Closer than my peeps you are to me, baby

Shorty, you’re my angel, you’re my darling angel

Girl, you’re my friend when I’m in need, lady”

Alexander Schwarz (Shadow) (( @ask-theshadowcyborg ))

Nickname: Shady Baby 🤖🖤

Ringtone: Baby Got Back by Sir Mix-A-Lot (( I dare you to call her and have this shit play, also this is her fav song feel honored- ))

“Turn around, stick it out

Even white boys got to shout

Baby got back

Baby got back”

Nicholas (Spy) (( @expertspy ))

Nickname: Top Secret Spy 🤎⛓

Ringtone: Image-Material by Tatsh (( these are the lyrics I found I hope they are right or translated fuck- ))

“Bring me to my star, my brightest place (haa~a)

Growing, blooming in your perfect hand

Don't blame Moon

Don't answer, image”

Kaito Momota (( @ask-a-cool-spaceguy ))

Nickname: Stars 🌃♈️

Ringtone: Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen (( if she doesn’t answer the call, she probably was singing through the whole song LMAO ))

“Is this the real life?

Is this just fantasy?

Caught in a land slide?

No escape from reality-“

Hajime Hinata (( @ask-hajimehinata ))

Nickname: Haji 🔆💛

Ringtone: Needs by Verzache (( she loves you and likes this song bro so sue her 💛 ))

“Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself

Just leave me for somebody else

Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself

She doesn’t need nobody else”

Sayomi Oma (( @daydreamer-and-hypnotist ))

Nickname: Sayomimeme 🕎🔮

Ringtone: https://youtu.be/YUTeAcKyR24 (( This vine just describes Sayomi to me tbh LMAO ))

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

Hope all of y’all enjoyed this shit show, and stay tuned for the next one! ;P 💗))

#mod court #long post #enjoy me exposing fay and her contact infos #feel free to ignore or respond with their reaction lmao #❤️🧡💛💚💙💜💖

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aristsagainstarttheft · 5 years ago

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Daizua123

I don’t know if anyone knows about this man but I hope people know more about him, Daizua123:

https://www.deviantart.com/daizua123

https://atrociousdeviants.miraheze.org/wiki/Daizua123

He stole my OCs at one point and for a very stupid reason. When I was 11/12 and he was in his early 20s, I started making OCS based on his series, most of which he claimed as his own and put in his own series, giving me only half a credit. This lasted till I was 14 and had this conversation with him in the notes (read top to bottom): kittylaughs said the following: I am. You’re basically saying “we both own the character, but even though you created the character, you can’t claim as yours or use in your own fanfictions” ———- Daizua123 said the following: You’re not understanding this policy at all. ———- kittylaughs said the following: And even then I can’t take back a a character. ———- Daizua123 said the following: What I’m saying is we both have the rights to the Daizua characters you made. ———- kittylaughs said the following: But you said “Anything made for the Daizuaverse falls into my ownership, but the owners still have HALF of their ownership of the fan stuff they make.” HALF. That’s the same as Toho coming in and forcefully taking any characters that appeared on your Godzilla fanfics just because they were in a godzilla related story. ———- Daizua123 said the following: I didn’t say they were completely mine. ———- kittylaughs said the following: But he’s still my character. I know I made him and Malblis and their pups for your series, but they’re still my characters. ———- Daizua123 said the following: Not likely. Anything made for the Daizuaverse falls into my ownership, but the owners still have half of their ownership of the fan stuff they make. ———- kittylaughs said the following: If you’ll ever block me, will give you back Akualtis to me? He blocked me shortly after that, and I ended up telling some peeps, and this happened: cdn.discordapp.com/attachments… cdn.discordapp.com/attachments… cdn.discordapp.com/attachments… cdn.discordapp.com/attachments… sta.sh/0qjv071fynn He DID give them back But he then made replacements Which are EXACLTY what they sound like, Recolors and renamings Here it is for comparison: Originals: sta.sh/2yqxeptoecw?edit=1 Replacements: sta.sh/2267l1q68j3d?edit=1 But then earlier last year I found out that he actually had been making porn of my OCs without asking me. He, a man in his 20s, made pornography of a 12/13 year old’s characters, some of which were originally 12 and 9. (warning nsfw link)

https://sta.sh/22d5gdl5cq93?edit=1 Shortly after that, I confronted Daizua on Discord about it: cdn.discordapp.com/attachments… cdn.discordapp.com/attachments… Along that, he also screwed up my OCs’ Akualtis’ and Viranta’s story. When I made Akualtis and Viranta, I intended for them to be the secondary leads of their debut story. The story would go that Akualtis always want to escape the bad guys and does so at the beginning of the story. He gets caught by the protagonists and put into custody as their prisoner. During that time, Viranta (who was one of the lead’s kids) befriends him and they sorta team up and start sharing their feelings with each other. And Akualtis’s arc would be about family, home, and trust, and Viranta’s would be about maturity and what it means to be a hero. But when Daizua got his hands on them and inserted them in his own shitty story, he basically made Akualtis start out as a generic evil minion that does everything his master tells him without any displeasure. And then after he kidnaps Musra, some fire prince and a descendant of his gary stu, and later tortured by him cause Musra turns evil, he tries to sympathize with Musra and tells him to not trust anyone. After which he then beats the fuck out of the good guys and Musra when Musra becomes good again. Then he comforts Musra’s sister Anna in his VERY NEXT APPEARANCE despite not giving a shit about her and hurting her before. Then he wonders why people like gold and fights the leads again. And then falsely leaves the terrorists. Then he moans to the leads about his past. Next time he is with terrorists, but turns his back on them and goes with Hero-kun and his sluts. And then he saves some girl to prove that he is good. And suddenly likes kids and tells Musra and his vampire wife to raise their son. And FINALLY we see Viranta in a flash forward 10 years later. And all Akualtis does is slap the lead terrorist and get hurt by an illusion so that the leads’ kids can get their dragon forms. He goes back to live with the heroes and that is it for Akualtis. Viranta on the other hand, is seen next as an adult, but she basically becomes a massive bitch that only cares about herself and being a hero, and a rival to Musra’s son for leadership. She gets in a relationship with a futa boxer for some more lesbian porn for Daizua. She says sorry to Musra’s son, and that’s it. Akualtis doesn’t appear in that story that shows Viranta as an adult. Also, I found out he is one of the biggest fucking hypocrites of all time when it comes to NSFW and teratophilia He refused to do porn of Akualtis and his replacement: cdn.discordapp.com/attachments… cdn.discordapp.com/attachments… But drew NSFW of and involving these types of characters: cdn.discordapp.com/attachments… cdn.discordapp.com/attachments… cdn.discordapp.com/attachments… cdn.discordapp.com/attachments… (the last one he drew tentacle raping a woman as a request from one of his friends. Again, I confronted him, and this happened: cdn.discordapp.com/attachments… He has also made a fuss and was embarrassed once about making a canon incest pairing by accident when half of his porn is incest. And I found his criteria for nsfw, and it looks like this: What I Do -OC’s -straight -multiple partners (threesomes and gangbangs) -yuri -yaoi -incest (only if with siblings and/or cousins) -masturbation -sex toys -rape (depends on the situation, and will most likely be kept mild) -bondage (if mild) -futa -anal (if mild) -interspecies (only if the creature has a degree of humanity, like a werewolf or certain aliens) -interracial What I Won’t Do -Non-OC’s -loli -shota -incest between parent and offspring -human-animal sex -guro -scat -watersports Franchises/characters to choose from: -Your own series if you have any -Daizua Neo: The Alayssian Chronicles -My Kaiju stories (focus on the human characters I own) -The nine dream girls -Transformers Neo (again, focus on human characters) -Genderbent OC’s. -My eight Kaiju girls Friends only too. So that is ALL I have gathered on him.

#deviantart #user #pixiv #blatant stealing #denial #drama #submission

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smolsnekchild · 6 years ago

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Smaller Voltron Rant

So I have another post that is much longer and has much more ranting in it but this post is gonna be going over the infamous “I love you” scene between Shiro and Keith as a Sheith shipper and how it makes me feel. For some, they will see the scene as confirmation that Sheith exists. Others will simply say its the confirmation of a brotherly bond that the show has been indicating since the beginning ( and they will go further and use this to support Klance theories). Honestly I dont give a fuck cause peeps can ship what they wanna ship and it its all a fantasy anyways so like does it really matter?? No. Its a show guys, and while fun and entertaining shouldn’t incite wars that steal enjoyment from being a fan of the show.

To me the “I love you” scene only confirmed one thing, that Shiro and Keith will always be tied together in a way that can’t truly be fathomed. I read another post somewhere, a really great character analysis (also done by a Klance shipper so much respect from me my friend, i applaud your maturity and ability to think and rationalize) that basically said that the bond between Keith and Shiro is one of soulmates. And I agree. I remember them stating how that reason why Keith calls Shiro his brother is because that is the only way Keith is capable of rationalizing his relationship with Shiro. Shiro has been so many things to Keith that it is hard to find the right fit, the right mold to shape their relationship in a way that is understandable. Shiro isn’t Keith’s father, even though Shiro has guided and protected him like one. Shiro isn’t his lover, because what they share can not be encompassed by romance or sex. Shiro isn’t just his mentor or authority figure, even though much of their relationship can be seen through those lenses. What other labels exist to describe them? They sure as hell aren’t strangers, and do they really have the emotionally and mental capabilities to come out and say “hey, maybe we’re soulmates or something like that?” Especially when they never seem to be out of reach of turmoil? So of course brotherhood is a logical conclusion. And I am not angry at it at all. Like I’m super down with it actually. Sure, I’m still a Sheith shipper because again, this is fantasy, and in maybe some alternate universe instead of their soulmatehood showing up as a brother-bond it shows up as a romantic love than spans the stars. Maybe in another universe Shiro really is Keith’s dad, biological or adoptive, and that father-son bond can play out. Thats all cool and dandy because what matters is that there is love. Love is the surrounding theme and that makes me happy. That Shiro and Keith are loved, that Keith loves Shiro, and the Shiro loves Keith. Any Yuri on Ice!!! stans out there know that things such as Eros and Agape exist, as well as Storge and Philia and a bunch of other types of love. Love comes in many different shapes and sizes, and thats a-okay. Like many have said, its a show, so like do what makes y’all happy and don’t attack others for what makes them happy. None of it is real, and there are always alternate universes. Use your imagination if your not happy with the canon outcome! That’s what fanfiction is for, find your joy there, and don’t expect the show to follow your whims. Love the show for what it is! Its a piece of art and covers many themes that are relevant today and will probably continue to be relevant in the future. Don’t let anger or hate take away value from the show. Love what you love, and respect the love of others. smolsnekchild out!!

Also many thanks to the post from @cilibi that inspired this small rant. Idk if I did what you wrote justice but I appreciate your point of view and thank you for your contribution to any ongoing conversations.

#voltron legendary defender #keith (voltron)#kieth voltron #vld shiro #takshi shirogane #vld s6 #vld spoilers #vld keith #voltron legendary defender season 6

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apple-cinnamon-roll · 7 years ago

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Get to Know Me

Tagged by @sudoji

(Rules: Tag peeps you wanna know better by reblogging this! You guys don't have to do this, I'm just tagging to show I apprecaite you and enjoy learning things about you)

NAME: Apple

NICKNAME: "cinnamon roll"

ZODIAC SIGN: Libra

HEIGHT: 5'9"

ORIENTATION: demisexual / biromantic/demiromantic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single af

LIPSTICK OR CHAPSTICK: I like light colored lipstick, but I don't wear it much. I wear glossy chapstick in the winter when I remember

FAV FRUITS: I like most fruits, but my favorites would probably be cherries, strawberries, bananas, kiwi, blueberries, and oranges/clementines the most, depending on the season. Pomegranates are good but they take so long to eat. I like pineapples but they hurt me.

FAV SEASON: I like the fall. It has my birthday, Halloween, Thanksgiving... it's cozy. The aesthetic is nice and I also like the chilly weather. But look out for that depressive atmosphere when there’s no white snow in the dead of winter...

FAV BOOK SERIES: Right now I really like Yotsuba, Azumanga Daioh, and ASOIAF, but Harry Potter will always have a special place in my heart.

FAV FLOWER: I like sunflowers, bluebells, roses (especially pink ones), lillies, carnations, tiny wildflowers.. all sorts. When I was a kid I liked to gently play with the snapdragons.

FAV COLOURS: I really like pastels- especially blue and pink. Also I like gray and navy blue, especially in the fall and winter.

FAV ANIMALS: I like a lot of different animals; aside from cats and dogs, I think tiny fluffers like guinea pigs, hamsters, and chinchillas are really cute. I like a lot of ocean animals, especially rays, sea slugs, turtles, and fish. I think koi/carp are really cute and I like to watch them swim. I love birds and like to watch the turkeys in my yard, and think hummingbirds are neat, but my favorite ones are common sparrows, the ones that hop around.

LAST 5 SONGS LISTENED TO:

(I added links so you guys can listen to them if you want to~)

The River (Bruce Springsteen)

The Legend is True (The Aquabats)

My R (English Cover)

Congratulations (Hamilton)

Yuukei Yesterday -Juby cover (Mekakucity)

LAST MOVIE SEEN: The Prince of Egypt

COFFEE/TEA/COCOA: I like sweet coffee- like frappes, (especially caramel ones) and hot chocolate in the winter. My beverage of choice is Diet Coke though.

AVERAGE SLEEP: 7-10 hours? It depends on how busy I am

CAT OR DOG: I love both, my favorite dogs are shelties

FAV FICTIONAL CHARACTERS: I have so many..... I’ll just list some I can think of off the top of my head. They aren’t really in any particular order.

Game of Thrones: Jon, Dany, Jaime, Podrick, Sansa, BRIENNE, Arya, Davos, Margaery, Tormund, Tyrion, Cersei, Missandei (like everyone tbh, I’ll just stop here before I name the whole cast)

JoJo: (All the JoJos ok, I love them all) Dio, Diego, Bruno, Naran, Kak, Caesarino, Speedwagon, Foo Fighters, Gyro, Weather, and Erina

Rick and Morty: Morty and Summer

Steven Universe: Pearl, Rose, Garnet, Amethyst, Connie, and Jamie

Madoka Magica: Mami, Homura, Madoka, and Sayuka

People of Earth: Ozzie, Jonathan, Kelly, and Don

Voltron: Shiro and Pidge

Ace Attorney: Phoenix, Edgeworth, Maya, Athena, and Apollo

Yuri on Ice: Viktor, Phichit, Yuri, Yurio, and Beka

Harry Potter: Remus, Luna, Hermione, Harry, Sirius, James, and Tonks

Mekakucity: Haruka, Takane, and Marry

Light and Dark: Ashley, Miranda, THE BIRD and Amy

Homestuck: Terezi, John, Jake, Karkat, Jade, Calliope and Kanaya

SHIPS: I haven’t been doing much shipping lately, but uhh lets see..

From JoJo I like Joot and Kak, (also Joseph and Caesar, ( and a few others)) I still like PB and Marceline from Adventure Time, and Remus/Sirius in HP, and I support Jaime and Brienne from GoT.

If any of you guys want to do this: @tacoberto @pairof2socks @kenobi-skywalker-trash @never-go-against-a-cecilian @legionoftuna

#ask games #tagged #about me

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soratalks · 7 years ago

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Coffee

Series: Love Live Sunshine

Pairings: YohaRiko, ChikaYou

Disclaimer: I don’t own Love Live Sunshine!

A/N: This is now the second fic I’ve written following up on the groundwork my Aqours Group Chat fic laid; this fic takes place directly after Lilies. I think I’ll keep writing in this same timeline and eventually compile it all together, but for now you can read Aqours Group Chat: Yuri Doujins here and Lilies here. I hope you enjoy!

Riko and Yoshiko stand outside of Chika’s door. The cicadas’ calls can be heard in the distance. Riko taps her foot on the ground. “How long is she going to take?” she asks.

“I’m sure she won’t be much longer” Yoshiko gives her best shot at soothing her girlfriend.

“How does You put up with this?” Riko gestures towards the door as if the object is the source of her annoyance. “I’m thankful you wake up easily” Riko adds looking at Yoshiko. Yoshiko smiles, taking it as a compliment.

“How can you wear black in this heat?” is Riko’s next exclaim. Yoshiko is wearing a plain black skirt and tank top; a very airy outfit compared to her usual heavy dresses. Riko is wearing jean shorts and a pastel pink t-shirt that has a big sky blue heart on the front.

Yoshiko has realized the source of all these complaints at this point. “Lily, would you like me to fix you a coffee to go while we wait?” Yoshiko thinks she saw a tear form in Riko’s eye at the mention of caffeine.

Riko jumps to clasp Yoshiko’s hand in both of hers, “How often do I tell you you’re the best?”

Laughing “Not often enough” she teases, “I’ll be back in a few minutes” and with that she walks off towards Riko’s house next door.

A few minutes pass as Riko impatiently taps her white sandal on the concrete until she hears noise on the other side of the door.

“Hurry up, Riko’s going to kill you” You can be heard rushing her girlfriend inside the house

“Eh she’ll be fine. She’s probably still making out with Yoshiko in her house” Chika jokes as she slides open the door “Eek-” she yelps at the sight of Riko’s annoyed expression.

You begins from inside “She’s definitely mad” peeking her head out to look around “And no Yoshiko in sight” she hops out the door excitedly. She’s wearing shorts shorts rolled up at the bottoms and a blue sports jersey shirt. She performs her signature salute towards Riko and asks “Where’s Yoshi?”

Riko turns to look towards her house “She’s inside making me a cup of coffee to go” turning back to glare at Chika “Since someone took so long getting up.”

Chika hides behind You’s back only peeking her eyes over You’s shoulder to look at Riko “Sorry… We were up late” she peeps. She’s in a loose fitting orange top and baggy red sweatpants.

“We were all up late!” Riko bursts out causing Chika to close her eyes and recoil behind You more.

You snickers “Okay stop it you two. We’re here now. Let’s just go get Yoshi, and more importantly Riko’s coffee, and leave.”

Riko gives one last look towards Chika before nodding in agreement “You baby her too much You” Riko sighs before starting to walk back home, You and Chika in tow.

Meanwhile, Yoshiko is just making her way towards the door with her girlfriend’s canister of coffee in hand, but then she trips on the kitchen table leg. The front of her tank top is covered in coffee and so is the floor, “Just my luck” she whines to herself.

At that moment Riko opens her front door and calls out “Yoshiko, are you almost done?”

When Riko, You, and Chika enter the kitchen they find Yoshiko on her hands and knees wiping up coffee with a towel. “Don’t worry I’ll clean it up and make you a fresh cup so just go wait in the front room” Yoshiko says, desperately trying to clean the floor.

Water is forming in the corners of Yoshiko’s eyes and Riko sees it. She crouches down and rests her hand on top of the hand Yoshiko is cleaning with, stopping her from wiping anymore. Yoshiko looks up to Riko, tears still trying to form in her eyes. Riko smiles warmly at her “No. You go change, I’ll clean this up” she says, her tone is almost maternal sounding with love and care.

Yoshiko can only nod, the lump in her throat preventing her from saying anything else. Riko helps her up by the hand she was holding, then Yoshiko silently turns to go upstairs.

Riko kneels back down to clean the floor letting out a little sigh, “She does so much to take care of me that sometimes she forgets to take care of herself” she says thoughtfully.

After a pause Chika and You realize Riko is talking to them, breaking free from their captivation. “Yeah she- Yoshiko is like that” You finally says “She always puts others before herself” after a moment she adds “Especially you.” Chika nods a few times in agreement.

“I know” Riko replies, pensive, staring at the floor “I’m lucky to have her” a smile forms across her face.

Then, she stands up a moves to the nearby closet to grab a mop for the floor. Chika moves across the kitchen to the coffee maker “I’ll make you a new cup” she says starting the process.

“Thank you” Riko says as she starts mopping the floor.

“Then I’ll go check on Yoshi” You says moving across the kitchen to the staircase. Upstairs she reaches Riko’s bedroom door and knocks “You clothed?” she asks.

“Yes” she calls out from behind the door.

You enters the room to find Yoshiko sitting on the bed in a new frilly black skirt, this time with a white cross strap tank top. She’s staring down at her hands clasped together between her legs. You sits down on the bed next to her “What’s up girl?”

Yoshiko is silent for a moment, contemplative. “Is Riko upset?” she finally asks.

“No not at all, she understands” You comforts, her hand resting on Yoshiko’s shoulder.

“I wish she was upset” she sighs.

You stares at her, perplexed. “Umm… What?” she questions, her tone egging Yoshiko to explain.

Yoshiko sighs again before continuing “If she gets upset I know what to do. I need to apologize, and make it up to her as best I can.” She looks at You to make sure she’s still listening, You nods to tell her to go on. She looks back towards the floor “But when she isn’t upset, when she’s understanding, I don’t know what to do. I’m awkward and I have bad luck and I cause her so much trouble. And she deserves so much. And yet she puts up with me and all my mistakes with a smile. I don’t get it.”

Yoshiko turns her body away from You, afraid she may have said too much; You just wraps her arms around Yoshiko and pulls her head to her chest to show her that’s not the case. “You’re right, you don’t get it” You says, she takes a deep breath “Chika is messy, she’s hardly ever romantic, and she oversleeps even when we have plans. She can never read the mood, sometimes I think she’d pick idols over me. But…” she pauses, Yoshiko pulls away from You’s chest to look at her, You breaks from her thoughts and smiles warmly at Yoshiko. “But she’s always smiling, especially when I need her to be. She’s always trying her best to work on her faults and she never stops apologizing for them, I can’t help but forgive her. She never tries to be romantic yet she still manages to make my heart melt, because loving me just seems to come so naturally to her, she doesn’t have to try, that’s why I can never understand why she loves me, but I still never doubt that she does.” You is looking off in the distance as she speaks, and Yoshiko, even if she’s a little confused, can’t help but smile at her friends ravings. Suddenly You snaps back to looking at Yoshiko “Do you understand what I’m trying to tell you?” she asks.

Yoshiko blinks a few times “Umm, no, not at all” she says bluntly.

You groans in response. “Even if Chika has her faults, I can live with them, or even more than that, I love those little things about her, they’re what make Chika, Chika. And I know that Riko feels the same way.” You puts her hand on Yoshiko’s shoulder “She appreciates everything you do for her.” she shows Yoshiko one more bright smile to finish off her speech.

Yoshiko slumps back onto the bed, her legs still hanging off the side “Why do you have everything figured out Yousoro? I’m supposed to be the all knowing Yohane!” she bellows in frustration.

You starts to giggle “I definitely don’t have everything figured out, but I sure know more than you kid” she pokes Yoshiko in the side causing her to jump back up. “We should probably get back down there” You says looking at the digital clock on the nightstand “I guess we’re going out for lunch” she points to the clock, it reads 11:38 AM.

You hops off the bed first with Yoshiko following close behind, “Hey… ” You turns her head to look back as Yoshiko talks. “Thanks” is all she says, not meeting You’s eyes.

You grins to herself, facing ahead while they walk down the stairs “No problem.”

When they reach the bottom of the stairs they find Riko and Chika still in the kitchen, Riko is sipping from a mug she holds in both her hands.

“Got your coffee I see” You says as she enters the room striding towards Chika. But before Riko can speak You starts interrogating Chika “You didn’t cause Riko any trouble while we were gone, did you?”

Chika pouts at this remark but just as she starts to defend herself Riko pipes up “No! She was… A big help” as Riko says this her eyes move slowly across the room from Chika and You to Yoshiko.

You gives Chika a puzzled look, Chika responds with a wide grin “Yeah give me a break You” she whines, a bit triumphant.

You waves her hand as if hoping to waft Chika’s gloating grin away “Okay okay, sorry. But if it wasn’t for past occurrences I wouldn’t have to worry” You explains.

“Past occurrences? Name one!” Chika yells.

You begins counting on her fingers “Well there was the time Riko’s hair ended up purple-” You stops to look over at Riko who’s giggling incessantly.

Riko wipes a tear from the corner of her eye “You two. You bicker like a married couple” she says unsuccessfully holding back giggles.

Chika blushes at this but You shoots back “Yeah well you two act like newlyweds” she jokes causing both their faces to turn redder than Chika’s, but getting a laugh from everyone.

Chika holds her gut from laughing so much, “We should get going for lunch.” Everyone nods in agreement and Riko sets her coffee mug next to the sink. They chatter away as they all walk out the front door into the summer heat.

#coffee #sora writes #love live sunshine #yohariko #riko sakurauchi #yoshiko tsushima #fan fiction

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paladinpandemonium · 7 years ago

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Tag Post!!

I was tagged by @commodorecliche!! Thank you!!

RULES: ANSWER THESE 85 QUESTIONS AND TAG SOME PEOPLE

I shall put this post under the cut, since it will be a long one!! I’m gonna tag @vomet-comet @skeletonflows @kigamin @welcometothephatparade @boomeruption @livingrainbow :D Of course normal rules apply, if you dont wanna do this, you have no obligation to, its just for a bit of fun! :D

THE LAST 1. DRINK: Hot Chocolate 2. PHONE CALL: My Grandma 3. TEXT MESSAGE: My Mum 4. SONG YOU LISTENED TO: This is Gospel - Panic! At The Disco 5. TIME YOU CRIED: Hmmm.... I’m not too sure actually. :/ I’m not really a person who cries unless something MEGA SERIOUS happens 6. DATED SOMEONE TWICE: Never :3 7. KISSED SOMEONE AND REGRETTED IT: Only ever kissed 2 people, and I havent regretted either ^-^ 8. BEEN CHEATED ON: Nope. 9. LOST SOMEONE SPECIAL: Not a person...do cats count? 10. BEEN DEPRESSED: I havent ever been diagnosed depressed, so I guess not. Unless this means just having a really big downer mood for a long period of time? In that case, I guess? 11. GOTTEN DRUNK AND THROWN UP: Nope! :D 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS 12. Cyan 13. Purple 14. Dark Pinks IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU 15. MADE NEW FRIENDS: You betcha I have! 16. FALLEN OUT OF LOVE: Wasn’t properly in love with anyone in the first place :3 17. LAUGHED UNTIL YOU CRIED: Far too many times to count! I blame you guys, you know who you are! 18. FOUND OUT SOMEONE WAS TALKING ABOUT YOU: Yeah, but it wasnt anything bad :3 19. MET SOMEONE WHO CHANGED YOU: Yes!! * Looks @vomet-comet * 20. FOUND OUT WHO YOUR FRIENDS ARE: I am the type of person who *usually* (I have been know to make mistakes D:) only makes friends with people after I can be sure I can trust them :3 21. KISSED SOMEONE ON YOUR FACEBOOK LIST: Yups ^-^

GENERAL 22. HOW MANY OF YOUR FACEBOOK FRIENDS DO YOU KNOW IN REAL LIFE: Must be only a handful that I havent met in real life 23. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS: Two cats called Noah and Roan and 3 Chickens called Agnus, Lucy and Margo (Anyone who sees where those names are from, my parents named them, not me :D) 24. DO YOU WANT TO CHANGE YOUR NAME: Nope, I’m chill. 25. WHAT DID YOU DO FOR YOUR LAST BIRTHDAY: I share my birthday with my Dad and it is right next to Christmas, so we went for a family night out to a restaurant to celebrate the season in general ^-^ 26. WHAT TIME DID YOU WAKE UP: This morning, I woke up at 8. Its the summer holidays though, so I could wake up at any time from 7:30 to 11:30 really 27. WHAT WERE YOU DOING AT MIDNIGHT LAST NIGHT: Chatting with the peeps, and scrolling through this hellsite <3 28. NAME SOMETHING YOU CAN’T WAIT FOR: My trip to Granada this coming October/November! 29. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAW YOUR MOM: 10 minutes ago, before she left for work 31. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW: Good Grief - Bastille 32. HAVE YOU EVER TALKED TO A PERSON NAMED TOM: I have yes, there is one in my year at Sixth Form! Why you gotta know, tho? *checks side to side* 33. SOMETHING THAT IS GETTING ON YOUR NERVES: My nerves :D xD Seriously, if there is one thing that makes my blood boil the most, it is my anxiety. LET ME DO THE THING DAMMIT 34. MOST VISITED WEBSITE: Here and Facebook :D 35. HAIR COLOUR: Dark Brown 36. LONG OR SHORT HAIR: Short 37. DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON SOMEONE: Not really, I guess 38. WHAT DO YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF: Hmmm, physically my eyes, personality wise my friendliness (I hope I can be counted as friendly??? D:) 39. PIERCINGS: None, it is something that has crossed my mind once or twice, but I would probably get 1HKO’d by my father if I got one now xD 40. BLOOD TYPE: I genuinely don’t know ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I really wanna know tho.... 41. NICKNAME: Matt, Filthy Mercy Main, Hooker (its my last name) and The Gay™ 42. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single pringle and ready (not really) to mingle 43. ZODIAC: I’m a Capricorn 44. PRONOUNS: He/Him 45. FAVOURITE TV SHOW: YURI!!! ON ICE!!! WOOOO! My current obsession phase atm is Voltron, though! GO LOTOR GO 46. TATTOOS: None 47. RIGHT OR LEFT HANDED: So right handed it hurts me 48. SURGERY: Never had any surgery ^-^

50. SPORT: The only sport I do is Ice Skating (I wonder why.....but I am getting ok at it now!! I am Grade 6 by the UK standards!!) 51. VACATION: I’m going up to Northumberland for a week after my Exam Results day with the famalamalamalam 52. PAIR OF TRAINERS: Converse :D MORE GENERAL 53. EATING: Nothing 54. DRINKING: Hot Chocolate 55. I’M ABOUT TO: Play more Overwatch (I just got my silver portrait for being level 600, and I am revelling in it) 56. WAITING FOR: The sweet release of death (plus Mercy’s new skin) 57. WANT: To pass Spanish A-Level. PLEASE GOD, I KNOW I HAVENT BELIEVED IN YOU BEFORE, BUT HELP ME OUT HERE D: 58. GET MARRIED: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

WHICH IS BETTER: 60. HUGS OR KISSES: Both! 61. LIPS OR EYES: Both. 62. SHORTER OR TALLER: Preferably taller, but it doesnt really bother me 63. OLDER OR YOUNGER: Don’t really care. 64. NICE ARMS OR NICE STOMACH: Either or 65. HOOK UP OR RELATIONSHIP: Relationship. 66. TROUBLEMAKER OR HESITANT: I don’t really mind! HAVE YOU EVER: 67. KISSED A STRANGER: Nope 68. DRANK HARD LIQUOR: Nope 69. LOST GLASSES/CONTACT LENSES: I have, but after I lost my glasses, my lenses fixed themselves, so I don’t need them anymore :D ^-^ 70. TURNED SOMEONE DOWN: Yup. 71. SEX ON THE FIRST DATE: HAHAHHAAHA, nope 72. BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART: Maybe? Idk.... 73. HAD YOUR HEART BROKEN: YUSH 74. BEEN ARRESTED: Nope! 75. CRIED WHEN SOMEONE DIED: No-one near me has died 76. FALLEN FOR A FRIEND: YUSH (MADA MADA) DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 77. YOURSELF: Depends on the alinements of the stars, whether I had quality time with my cats, and how many blood sacrifices I have received (i.e. sometimes) 78. MIRACLES: Not in the religious sense, but something happening against overwhelming odds? Sure 79. LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT: Not love. Maybe want, but not love. 80. SANTA CLAUS: WHAT DO YOU MEAN SANTA ISNT REAL 81. KISS ON THE FIRST DATE: It would be nice, but I would never enforce it e.t.c. as I am too much of a culprit of not seizing the moment xD 82. ANGELS: Nope OTHER: 84. EYE COLOUR: Light Blue 85. FAVOURITE MOVIE: I honestly couldnt say... a couple of my favourites are The Nightmare Before Christmas, Maleficent, How to Train Your Dragon and The Road to El Dorado

#tag post #about me

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nomanonold · 8 years ago

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#Chihoko

I woke up still sort of hungover to this BLAST of texts from my collaborator friend telling me about HO-LY-SHIT everything that had happened in the fandom over night. But mostly, Sin wanted to write the story, because once you hear it, you HAVE to write it, right?

So here you go: our take on #Chihoko

http://archiveofourown.org/works/10762548

Or read here:

No one ever accused Yurio of being a patient, understanding friend, but this morning, no one could blame him for his outrage.

The two men he looked up to most in the world, he was literally looking up to right now, as the fucking idiots sat naked on the roof of a castle yelling at the sunrise. Since when did the youngest guy in the room end up being the only responsible one?

Since they all started drinking last night, the bastards.

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They left Ice Castle in a fit of boisterous ego. Every single one of them knew this was going to be the best production they’d ever done. Or, at least, the very most fun. There was so much fanservice and silliness, things they’d never get away with in real competition. It was professional athletes fooling around and seeing what they could really do with their bodies without ISU judgement. The triplets kept a steady slow drip of “accidental” sneak previews feeding the public into a hyper frenzy.

The event was already sold out. Every room in Yu-Topia booked. People were staying in cities two hours away and taking the train back and forth to Hasetsu just for the “Victor and Friends” ice skating exhibition extravaganza.

The hardest part was getting Yakov to agree to let the entire Russian Team come to Japan for this. After that, Phichit, Minami, and Chris were easy to bring on board. And once he had them, it was no problem for Victor to get Seung Gil, Leo, Guang-Hong, Mickey and Sara. Because the entire city was booked, everyone was bunking with Victor, Yuuri and Yuri at Yu-Topia, but quarters were already tight, which necessitated an unfortunate amount of room sharing. In the morning, many bodies were strewn on the floor of Victor’s room, being the largest of the three. Somehow, Yurio managed to keep all the potential bed-sharers out of his closet-turned-bedroom, but he slid the door open in the early morning, thinking he’d get a head start on his preparation, to see chaos.

No one was fully clothed. There were about a dozen people in Victor’s room, on his bed, on his floor, everywhere. Yurio was immediately disgusted by this display. He didn’t even know a few of these people. Everyone was asleep. They needed to be at Ice Castle in a few hours. What the fuck was going on?

Finally, Yuri spotted Yuuri: or what was left of him.

“Katsudon! What the hell hap--..?” but he couldn’t finish his thought.

Yuuri looked worse than the entire room put together. He was ass-up at the foot of Victor’s bed, face a passed-out heap on one of his folded arms. The other arm was splayed at a hard angle. He was drooling and snoring. His back was covered in sharpie marker.

To top it all off, he had a pair of too-small bikini-style men’s underwear on his head, spraying his hair into a million odd angles through the leg holes. Black, of course, and undoubtedly Victor’s.

Speaking of which.

Yuri narrowed his eyes, taking a closer look at the scrambled assortment of human flesh.

“Yuuri!” Yuri woke his rival up the best way he knew how: kicking Yuuri over onto his side and then repeatedly punching Yuuri with his foot.

“Where did you put Victor?!” Yuri exclaimed. For all the bodies in the room, none of them were the star of the upcoming show.

That was a problem.

Yuuri finally woke up, moaning, and blinked at Yuri for all of two seconds before he was leaning off the edge of the bed, grabbing the upturned waste basket by his desk, and hurling into it.

That was the last straw.

Yuri yelled at the entire room to wake up.

“Victor’s not here?” Yuuri finally managed, blinking through the pounding of his head, groaning. He was somewhere between drunk and hungover and didn’t know which was worse.

Everyone else was making similar noises, complaining and bitching and getting groggily to their feet.

“Where the fuck is Victor?!” Yuri repeated. Normally, it took a steel spatula to pry Victor off of Yuuri, and yet now, on the morning of his big event, he was nowhere to be seen? Something was off.

People started looking at their phones, trying to see if they’d heard from Victor, received a text, or if Victor was somewhere Instagramming his heart out as was his routine in the early morning.

No one had heard a peep.

“Maybe YOU did something to him, Yurio!” Georgi accused, in the beginning of a panic.

“What the FUCK would I do to Victor?!”

“You have always wanted to be Russia’s only star, get out from under Victor’s shadow,” Mila declared, her suspicion teetering between legitimate and playful. How the hell had Mila wound up in this room? The girls were supposed to take Yuuri’s room.

“Like I need any help with that, Baba!” Yuri growled.

“Look,” Mickey said, holding up a scribbled napkin that had fallen out of the waste bin when Yuuri grabbed it for other purposes. On the napkin were various poorly-scripted show names: YURI ON DARKNESS, YURI ON GALAXY, YURI ON TIGER, ME VS THE WORLD. “You even want your own show!”

“HEY!” Yurio glowered, disguising his embarrassment as anger. “Those -- That’s --- HALF OF THOSE WERE OTABEK’S IDEAS!”

Sometime during this conversation Chris - who was nowhere to be seen - had tweeted:

“Victor! Where are you?!” with winking smiles, and now everyone’s phones were blowing up. Chris had just informed the rabid, sold-out crowds that Victor was missing.

Minako burst into the room of mostly-still-asleep half-naked men: “Yuko just called! What the hell happened last night!? Where’s Victor????”

That outburst got everyone awake for real, and people who didn’t stand up fast enough for Minako’s tastes got kicked in the ribs or butt.

“Yuri-kun! What is that on your back?!” Minami squealed, pointing with one hand and clutching his gasping mouth with the other.

Minako spun her protege around. “It’s in Russian! It must be from Victor!”

She promptly shoved Yuuri into Yurio. “READ IT! WHAT DOES IT SAY?!?!”

Yurio was suddenly in too-close proximity to Yuuri’s, sweaty, alcohol-smelling, naked flesh. He growled and struggled, but the group overpowered him.

“Please, Yurio?” Yuuri finally begged, bending over and trying to do a ‘flat back’ style yoga pose to ease Yurio’s reading of the text. “We need to know where Victor is. We can’t do ‘Victor and Friends’ without Victor.”

“You know, we could always --” Georgi started, Mila beside him, but Yuri wasn’t one to be shown up.

Yuri looked away, shrugged off his captors and growled: “It says Victor will beat Chihoko. Or… overcome Chihoko.”

Almost simultaneously, nearly everyone in the group uttered some variant of: “Who the fuck is Chihoko?”

Yurio stomped towards his room. “How the heck should I know! IDIOTS! I hate all of you!” and did his best to slam the sliding door before throwing himself onto his bed with a pillow over his head so he couldn’t hear the madness outside. He did his part to help in the search by texting Victor.

The fuck have you gone?

“Oh no. This is terrible,” Yuuri clutched his forehead in the other room and tried to stand, failing, and slumping back against the bed.

Seung Gil looked nervously around the room and was happy the Victor disappearance overshadowed his own… actions… last night. He tried to further deflect attention from himself by announcing:

“Katsuki Yuuri, one thing needs to be said before we go on.”

Yuuri looked up at him with the saddest, most beaten down eyes, hoping for comfort from a younger, kinder friend.

“Put some clothes on!”

This entire time, in front of Minako Sensei and everyone else, including, OH GOD BAKA MINAMI KUN, Katsuki Yuri had been balls and dick hanging out for all the world to see.

Yuuri immediately grabbed the trashcan and threw up again.

“Okay, okay,” Phichit decided to try and save the day. “Everyone’s seen a drunk morning after movie, right?” There was bleary, non-committal nodding in response. “Well, we have to retrace our steps, look for clues! Everyone empty your pockets and try to remember what happened last night!”

“We ate katsudon for dinner.” Georgi pulled out his receipt from downstairs.

“Oh yeah,” Mickey continued to build his case against the Russian Fairy. “Victor said ‘Here’s your katsudon, kitten’ and then Yurio got pissed.”

Mila laughed and mocked with her best Yurio voice: “I am the ICE TIGER!”

Leo shuddered. “That was when things started to get… gross…”

Guang Hong looked at his phone and found a video of Chris. He hit play.

The Swiss star lounged salaciously in the middle of a Victor and Yuuri sandwich. He leaned into Yuuri, purring: “Do you want to... drink my… sake?” The tone made it clear he was talking about anything but sake.

Yuuri feigned pushing him away, leaning Chris into Victor. “It’s OUR sake, Chris.” He corrected. “It belongs to Yu-Topia.”

Leo and Guang Hong could be heard near the phone: “Ugh. Adults are gross.”

The video kept playing to prove the youngsters right. Chris snorted at the pair and turned his weighty gaze on them. “If we’re so adult for you, why don��t you go to your mums, get a nice suckle of milk, and go sleep in your cribs, hmm?” The words alone were bad, but Chris accented them with a slow swirl of his finger around his nipple and a squeeze of his pectoral.

The video ended.

Minako was flush and excused herself to go look for Chris and Victor since they both had to be out in the town somewhere.

“THAT’S IT!” Yurio burst from his bedroom. “Yuuri was jealous of Victor flirting with Chris all night and hid him away!” He pointed a finger of judgment at Yuuri as the Japanese skater pathetically tried to hop into a pair of pants. Phichit, bless his soul, was acting as a human railing for Yuuri to hold on to to stay balanced as he dressed.

“It looked more like Chris was flirting with Yuuri,” Leo offered.

“They were all pretty into each other,” Georgi sighed, enamoured by the love his friends shared. “I don’t think either Victor or Yuuri would be jealous of Chris.” Yuuri buried his face in his hands.

“Oh! Look at this video!” Mila chirped.

A far more sober video began to play, it must have been from much earlier than the Chris milking incident.

Victor and Yuuri were drinking, but slowly, and the video panned to everyone around the room enjoying themselves, fully clothed.

Victor jumped up behind Yuuri and grabbed him around the waist.

“Yuuuuri my cuuuteee piiggyyy!” His fingers began to squeeze Yuuri’s pooch over his shirt. “Your off season soft tummy is sooo squishy!” Then his hands got up under Yuuri’s shirt and exposed his tummy. “I squish it!”

Yuuri squirmed a bit adorably and whined: “Victor!! Everyone’s watching!”

This did absolutely nothing to disincentivize Victor.

“What the heck, Mila?!” Yuuri groaned as the video actually zoomed in on Victor’s hand smooshing a warm circle over Yuuri’s bare and adorably pudgy stomach.

“Poodgy poofy woofy!” Victor laughed and jiggled the flesh.

Mila covered a spit-take style laugh with her hand as the video stopped playing.

“Maybe Katsudon got jealous that everyone saw Victor being cute with him and wanted to keep him to himself!” Yurio tried to shout, but it was drowned out by the combined cacophony of everyone laughing at the video.

“No. This clue doesn’t help.” Phichit scratched his chin and did his best detective voice. “Anything else anyone remembers?”

“Oh! I’ve got one!” Leo cheered. “Oh! This is a good one! I bet this is it!”

The newest video showed Victor flirting with Chris this time. Yuuri had lost an article of clothing or two, but still had his pants on.

“Victor! Stop looking at Chris and look at meeeeeee!”

Victor’s position in the onsen made it possible for him to be facing both Yuuri and Chris at once.

“Yuuri, I AM looking at you!”

“You’re not looking enough.”

Snickering could be heard in the background as drunk-video Yuuri put on a pouty face and reached for Victor. Once he had Victor in his clutches, Yuuri’s Sochi banquet begging voice was suddenly all anyone could hear in the room. At full volume, Katsuki Yuuri wailed:

“Victor! Do it with me!”

Minami-Kun, hearing this from the recording, dropped his phone with a loud thud. His body when rigid and he didn’t even try to retrieve the device.

“Do what?” came the silver tongued reply in the video.

“That thing we do… when we drink… do that… do it with me…”

Yurio covered his ears and his growls were crescendoed to a roar of insolent rage. He knew this was all Yuuri’s fault! No one listened to him!

The video ended.

“That’s right!” Phichit laughed. “You guys came back in here and started playing Yakyuken! Oh, Yuuri-kun, you lost… BAD. You were naked in like ten minutes.”

“KATSUKI SHIT YUURI!” Yurio erupted.

Yuuri had buried his face in the pillow by this point, curled up into a ball and commenced a long, aching, moan. No had had the courage to tell him that Victor’s underwear was still on his head. Finally he admitted in a whine of pain: “It’s true… I want to disappear…”

Georgi raised a delicate finger. “I saw Victor when he left last night! He was naked when he left! And he kept saying something.” His steepled his fingers against his temples as he paced, wracking his brain. “Chin… hoko…?”

Minami went more crimson than he already was. “Uh, is had to be something else, right Georgi? He couldn’t have been repetitively saying…” he blanched, “penises, could he?”

Mila guffawed. “That sounds about right for drunk Victor!”

Yurio screamed. “Chihoko, you ass!” at Georgi. “The same thing that’s written on Yuuri’s stupid sweaty, stinking back!”

“OH!” Phichit suddenly exclaimed. “Chihoko!!!” He’d tagged that on one of his IG pics the previous night: Yuuri and Victor, waist up, though Victor had one of Yuuri’s ankles in his hands and was compressing the Japanese skater into an impressive stretch. “Look!”

“I… I have a video from then…” Minami whispered in horror. His cheeks were bright red, and he couldn’t bring himself to press play. He held out his phone in one hand, the other covering his eyes.

It looked like Minami had been trying to take a video of Yuri and Leo balancing cards, but in the background, sure enough, were Victor and Yuuri, half out of frame but their voices clear:

“Who…. is Chihoko!?” Victor gasped in alarm, dropping Yuuri’s leg. Yuuri twisted around and wrapped his arms around Victor’s neck, slurring:

“Are youuuu maaaaaadddddd,” Yuuri teased, his butt shaking in the video as he pushed Victor back.

“No!” Victor tried to scoff.

“Yess youuu arrrreeeee!”

The pair’s words escalated, but the video cut off abruptly as Yuri and Leo’s card tower fell down.

“My Victor and Yuuri got a divorce!” Phichit shrieked in horror.

Yuuri made another deathly noise from his pillow.

#Chihoko was on several people’s phones, with the question trending online “Who is Chihoko?!” The skaters were all asking one another the same question, now.

That was when Emil walked in, blinked at the sight of everyone, shook his head like clearing a nightmare, and asked: “Why is Victor naked on top of the castle?”

Even Yurio was stunned silent.

“What?” Yuuri finally had to ask.

“Victor… he’s… er….” Emil nodded the way he’d came. “He’s naked. Stretching. On the castle roof.”

“Oh, god.”

Yuuri made a move for the door, and it wasn’t until he was almost out of Yu-Topia that Emil called: “Take that underwear off your head!”

Yuuri would never forgive Phichit for this.

By the time Yuuri reached the castle, panting, out of breath, and quite certain he was still drunk, the sky was light enough that sunrise was imminent.

One story above him, the love of his life was up there stretched into a pose that mimicked one of the nearby statues. It was an impressive sight, cock and all. Before Yuuri could even open his mouth, Victor was shouting:

“IS THIS BETTER THAN CHIHOKO!?”

Yuuri blinked.

“WHO THE HELL IS CHIHOKO!” He held out his hands in exasperation towards his love: “I COULD SEARCH THE WHOLE WORLD; THERE’S NOBODY BETTER THAN YOU!”

And he saw and heard the little shriek of joy this caused in Victor.

By this time, the others had arrived, only a few stragglers still coming up the hill. Chris had run into Emil on the other man’s way to Yu-Topia and had been standing below Victor trying to talk him down for more than thirty minutes. Phichit greeted Chris with a chipper grin:

“Have you been babysitting him this whole time? You missed all the fun this morning.”

Chris smiled and flashed his phone, revealing a photo of Seung Gil laying kisses on a stunned Nishigori: “Oh, Phichit, the day is only just beginning.”

Victor caught everyone’s attention when he hailed from above: “Yuuuuuri! Strip and join mee!!!”

Chris and Phichit laughed, like Victor had made a funny joke, but Yuuri stared pure-hearted determination up at Victor and promptly started removing his shirt and pants all over again.

“Ahhhhh! Yuuri! Amazing!” Victor swooned when Yuuri finally caught up to him, walking carefully along the rooftop. “Am I shining, Yuuri?!”

“Very, very brightly,” Yuuri agreed, the first rays of the sun catching on Victor’s pale skin and making him glow.

“THIS CHIHOKO MAY BE YUURI’S PAST,” Victor called down to the assembled skate group, who had absolutely no idea how to deal with this situation, “BUT I AM YUURI’S NOW!”

Yuuri nuzzled into Victor’s naked body and bare skin.

“Oh good, everyone!” Phichit enthused. “My best friend got remarried!!!”

There was a round of clapping from the assembled skaters as Victor and Yuuri took their seats on the roof, arms hugging waists, watching the sunrise.

“I’M BETTER THAN CHIHOKO!” Victor cried out happily.

“HE’S BETTER THAN THE SUN!” Yuuri joined him, pointing at the half moon of burning light.

“I’M BETTER THAN THE WORLD!!!”

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“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Yuri growled from the ground.

This was why he shouldn’t let those two around alcohol.

It was officially confirmed for their fans and all of their friends. Victor and Yuuri were a couple of drunk exhibitionists. Next time they called Yurio to be part of their show, he would tell them to fuck off. Fuck right off. There was no way he was getting sucked into this again. The disgusting public affection. The raunchy nudity. The uncontrollable theatrics. Up early enough to see the fucking sunrise!

Yuri huffed, surrounded by his skating family, after one of the most ridiculous nights of his life, and couldn’t entirely hide the way his lip quirked up as he looked at that horizon.

#yoi #yuri on ice #chihoko #victuuri #phichit chulanont #Yuri Plisetsky #ao3 #fanfic

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kitsuna-ri · 8 years ago

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Tagged!

I was tagged by @wildhybrid! I don’t have 9 people to tag but I wanted to do this anyway!

Rules: Answer the questions and tag 9+ people you want to get to know better.

Relationship: Happily married! Favorite color: Pink! But I can’t wear it too often because of my complexion so I also love blues and purples! Pets: Two cats! Bug and Oolong :D Wake up to: Depends on the day, but typically to the opening of Noragami Season 2 or Tsuki no Curse from Loveless lol It’s all my alarm music! Cats or dogs: Cats! Coke or Pepsi: Coke but I can’t drink it very often T_T Day or night: Like...mid afternoon to near dawn, lol Text or call: Text!! I am the worst conversationalist on the phone. Lipstick or chapstick: I mean...chapstick for the most part but I like some of my lipsticks too! Last book I read: Uhhhhh I don’t remember, honestly. I think Zeroes by Scott Westerfeld and I don’t think I ever got around to finishing ^^;; Last song I listened to: Evil by VAMPS Last movie I watched: Your Name. because work, lol. Oh wait no, Black Butler: Book of the Atlantic! Soooo good. Top 3 TV shows: Um. That’s...that’s hard, lol. I’ll go with Steven Universe, Rick and Morty, and It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. Top 3 characters: Why?? This is too hard! T_T;; Chichiri (Fushigi Yugi), Hatsune Miku (my waifu), and ahhh I don’t know this is so hard! I guess...Rose (Tales of Zestiria). Top 3 ships: Can’t we do top 5?? Ok hmm...right now I’m on fire with Dezel/Rose (Tales of Zestiria), Victuri (Victor/Yuri Yuri on Ice), and DaiSuga (Daichi/Suga Haikyuu!!) but like also Reaper76 (Reaper/Soldier 76 Overwatch) and SorMik (Sorey/Mikleo Tales of Zestiria)!!!

That last part was cruel but I did what I could. Umm like I said, don’t have 9 people but I’ll tag a few peeps! @dbbuk @beansproutmomo @lunarspiral

#tagged #meme #questions #never ask me to have a top anything #it's so hard to pick!!!

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epicwinsauce · 8 years ago

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End of Year Meme

Just gonna do these as a survey because I want to!!! Tagging a few peeps I mentioned.

First things first, did you have a good year? For me personally, it wasn’t all that bad. I mean it wasn’t the best it could have possibly been, honestly, but I did the best I knew how to. I worked a lot and even got a step up doing something totally scary to me but so far I am rockin’ it.

How old did you turn this year? 25.

Do you feel your age? I feel old, man.

Did your appearance change in anyway? I bought a black jacket that I fuckin’ love and wear almost every day. I wear my anchor necklace and I JUST lost my ring right before I left back for Tampa from home, but that’s about it.

Post your favorite selfie. no.

If you traveled, where did you go? !!! I went to Canada to meet Alaetra and see a July Talk concert, and I went to Chicago to meet my sisters and my mom, and I went back to West Virginia for Christmas.

Which fashion trends did you love? I don’t keep up with fashion

Which fashion trends did you hate? ones that don’t involve me (most of them)

What was your favorite article of clothing this year? Post a pic if possible? damn I already did. lemme find one:

What song sums up this year for you? “25″ by Chad Sugg, lmao.

What album came out and has been on heavy rotation since then? Well, Was and Somewhere Far From Now didn’t come out this year, but I have been playing them for months.

What was your favorite movie of the year? I really didn’t see many or really ANY movies until literally this Sunday and I saw Moana and it was BEAUTIFUL. I cried like three times.

Did an actor/actress catch your attention for the first time this year? not that I remember?

Favorite new TV show? Yuri!!! On Ice

Which new ship/fandom has taken over a lot of your time, attention, and tears? Yuri/Viktor, me/sleep, food/mymouth, etc.

What food did you try for the first time? I got a bentou box at the Morikami!!! So I tried a few new things that I didn’t ask what they were because I wouldn’t have thrown it in my mouth if I had known. So I still don’t know, but some of it was delicious.

Did you make any big permanent changes this year? well I mean I got somewhere in my job, which was cool af.

What was one nice thing you did for someone else? I’m not sure I had one in particular.

What was one nice thing you did for yourself? I went to a Japanese culture festival in Orlando! All by myself. I did it for nobody but myself.

Did you develop a new obsession? not a new obsession, really.

Did you vote? yes.

Did you move? no.

Did you get a job? I moved up in my current one, so yes and no?

Did you get a pet? no. Ann wants me to get a puppy but I don’t want any pet.

Do you regret not doing anything? probably.

Do you regret doing something? even more probable.

Have you done anything that scared you? yes!!! I had my own class. and I’m about to have a classroom class. a class of my own.

Did anyone/thing make you so mad it stayed with you for days? nope, not that I can recall.

Did you lose anyone close to you? luckily not.

Did you fall in love? juust a bit, yeah.

Did you fall out of love? no.

Did you start a new relationship? no

Did you go through a break up? no.

Did you have to cut ties to someone? no.

Who was important to you this year but wasn’t important last year? besides the people I haven’t met, Alex, I suppose!

Who wasn’t as important to you this year as they were last year? Karyn, but only because she had a hell of a year this year and lots of shit happened for her. Still wish I could have seen her for more than, like, five minutes at Megacon, lol.

If you could have a do over on one thing you did, would you take it? yes.

What was the best moment of the year for you? Getting a hug from Leah Faye after the July Talk concert!!! I didn’t even ask for one. But she hugged me. And sometimes I just think about it and it makes me feel fuzzy inside.

What was the worst? Day 3 of training my first class. I was so unprepared for that day and I was winging it the whole night, so I made the commitment to be ready for all the other days. I pulled off hella overtime, but I did make sure they were ready for the calls, goddammit.

Did anything happen that you were sure would change you as a person but it really didn’t? no?

Did anything happen to you that you were sure wouldn’t change you as a person but it did? working for a certain company at work, lmfao. AND I’M GOING BACK TO THEM AS SOON AS TOMORROW~~~ fun stuff.

What are you most proud of accomplishing? Honestly? Right now I’m making more money than I can spend, and that’s pretty fantastic. That’s something to be proud of, I think.

What have you learned about yourself this year that you didn’t know in the years prior? Nothing too complicated or meaningful, just that I need to be prepared because literally zero percent of my intellect will ever protect me from my complete lack of common sense. Which is something I knew for over a year now, but I learned how to counteract it better.

Did your opinion of anyone change for the better? I think so, but it was just at work so it wasn’t even like a big thing.

Did your opinion of anyone change for worse? no.

If you make resolutions, did you complete them this year? My resolution was to be awake more often so I could live my goddamn life, which I don’t think I did very well. lmao.

If you make resolutions, what will your resolutions be for the coming year? I’m gonna live more like Sanji. Cook more, love more, expect nothing in return (except maybe some honest feedback, especially from the cooking).

If you could go on an adventure during the remaining days of the year, where would you go and what would you do? Who would you go this? I mean I guess I did, it��s already past but for New Years I went to West Palm Beach. Ash and I went to see the movie Moana which was BEAUTIFUL (did I mention that already? I’m mentioning it again. it was beautiful) and then we saw fireworks out on the intercoastal (which is like a body of water that has West Palm Beach on the west, Palm Beach on the east, but not really any borders on the north or south). And Ash and I went to his auntie’s lunch and I got a bit too drunk, her mom’s now-girlfriend Jill took us to the beach in a convertible, and we watched the new Sherlock. So it was pretty damn awesome actually.

What do you wish for others for the coming year? To try your best and not to let laziness have you. Dying and resting is easy. Living is a challenge, that’s why it makes you tired. If you are able, do it.

What do you wish for yourself? To take my own fuckin’ advice. LOL. I also want to take some more trips, like I think I may be finally going to Europe this spring, and this summer I may take a trip up to Oregon. Maybe New York in the fall? Too far ahead. I’ll have to see.

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