Hey Caroline! So um I know this is kinda weird, but would you tell me so cute, happy hcs? (about anything omgcp really, but bonus if its zimbits or about kent pason) I had a horrible day and it looks like its going to be like that the whole week :( However, please dont feel any pressure to reply. I hope you have a nice day/week!
Aw hon =( sorry to hear your week has been rough, but to cheer you up let me tell you about Biscuit, the dog the haus adopts during Jack and Shitty’s last year.
They find him curled up with the dirty laundry, and you know that dog must have been desperate if he decided to curl up with the dirty laundry, he is a skinny thing and desperate for some loving, but a little shy around the loud hockey people.
It’s Jack who manages to coax him out by accident, since he’s the only one ignoring the dog and trying to get everybody else to finish getting ready so they can go to practice.
While the team is ignoring him and loudly arguing what they should do, the dog approaches Jack and sits next to him. Jack looks at the dog, the dog looks at Jack, Bitty notices it and pulls his phone.
“You are interrupting practice,” Jack informs the dog.
The dog wags its tail. Jack bends down to pet it. Bitty bites his tongue not to cry about how precious they look together. He gets closer to them and the dog looks at him suspiciously.
“This is Bitty,” Jack says gesturing for him to get closer, “we like Bitty.”
Bitty’s heart gives up, because omg. Jack doesn’t notice.
“Bitty this is,” Jack pauses, “Biscuit.”
“Biscuit?” repeats Bitty amused, and Jack blushes, “it’s a good name.”
Jack and Bitty end up leaving and taking the dog to the vet, who promises to let them know how Biscuit is progressing. Jack and Bitty get a glimpse of the cages, of Biscuit frightened body language and they exchange a look.
They return to the haus with Biscuit, technically they signed up to be a foster home for him while a forever home was found, but Jack discreetly called them a week after to tell them they were keeping the dog.
Maybe it was because of Lardo and how she found dog-friendly paints and created a whole exhibition with the help of Biscuit.
Or maybe because of Shitty, who had finally found somebody who didn’t mind cuddling with him when he was in his underwear.
Perhaps Ransom and how he would pet Biscuit instead of shutting down and curling up under the table.
Or Holster watching TV and going into a very in-depth analysis of all his favourite animals on entertainment.
Or the frogs, who would play in the backyard with the dog for hours.
Possibly Bitty, and how he would heard him talking to Biscuit at odd hours of the night (or baking dog-friendly baked goods instead of pies.)
But more likely, because when he felt that tight sensation over his chest, Biscuit would suddenly show up and quietly sit down next to him till he felt like he wasn’t crawling out of his skin.
Then again, it could be because of how the dog learned to play fetch with the pucks on the ice and how much he loved going to practice with the team and watching till it was over and he was allowed on the ice; it was obvious that Biscuit was another member of the team and Jack liked to keep all his teammates close.
And if maybe sometimes he imagined himself, Biscuit and a certain blond baker living together at their own place, that was Jack (and Biscuit’s) secret to keep.
Do you know any good fics with Vicchan in it? Yuuri's poodle?
Thanks for these requests! I love fics where Vicchan is alive 💙 (Thanks @gotvodka for helping me find some of these fics!)
Please let me know if you’ve seen any more fics like these!
Turn Back the Clockby IronScript, Teen, 52k (WIP) When Yuuri and Viktor wake up over thirty years in the past, they don’t know what to do. Does the other remember? Great time travel AU!
taking the long way home by thankyouforexisting, Teen, 6.6k (WIP) In which Vicchan never died, Yuuri won bronze at the Grand Prix Final, didn’t get drunk at the banquet, and never made Victor fall in love with him. Great fic so far!
For the love of a dog by kireiflora, Gen, 8.4k (WIP) Yuuri calls his mom before the GPF, looking for some courage, instead he gets the news his beloved dog, Vicchan, is sick. He’s barely convinced to wait the two days to see the competition through before getting on the plane home, but if he’s going to stay that long, he’s going to make it count. Another great fic!
Stay Close to Me by dasedandconfuzed, Teen, 11k At the Grand Prix Final, Yuuri misses the podium by fractions of a point. Embroiled in a skating controversy, he tells himself he’ll prove his worth in the World Championships, but there’s a long time in between. Thumbs up!
Lost and Found by beeceae, Teen, 9.5k (WIP) Still singing his little song, a broad smile appears on Viktor’s lips, “You know… My name is Vicchan as well!” Viktor lets out a little laugh, “Maybe it was fate that brought us together, Vicchan Number Two!” the man hugs the dog closer to his chest. Snuggling against Viktor’s warm sweater, Vicchan yips in agreement. Amazingly sweet!
On My Love by RikoJasmine, Teen, 72k (WIP) Yuuri often thinks of his life as Before and After Viktor Nikiforov, the marking point being the day Viktor swept into his life and turned his world upside-down. After many years together, an accident leads to Yuuri suddenly waking up in the Before—back in Detroit, before the GPF, before he ever knew Viktor as anything other than his childhood idol.As if it had all been just a dream. SUCH A STUNNING FIC HOLY
Bear Your Soul on the Ice by SassySalchow (diedraechin), 118k (WIP) At age fourteen, Katsuki Yuuri had been determined to be Japan’s next great figure skating hope, but with no coach that would never happen, so his ballet instructor packs him up off to Russia to train with Yakov Feltsman. The Yakov Feltsman, otherwise known as the coach to rising figure skating star – and Yuuri’s idol – Viktor Nikiforov. Rivals AU!
Love in Knots by sayasamax3, Gen, 1.5k “What am I even going to say? ‘Hi, I’m Yuuri, a total stranger who checks you out in the park sometimes, I think our dogs should go on a date?’ This is a terrible idea Vicchan, why’d I let you talk me into this?” A story in which Vicchan and Makkachin take to match-making, with startling success. Cute one-shot!
Drunk on You (Chapter 8)by kiaronna, Teen, 3k In this AU, a regular animal will find you and essentially attach itself to you, becoming your animal guide. It will do everything in its power to ensure that you two come together as soulmates; if you’re out walking your animal guide, it might drag you to an attractive stranger. Very sweet soulmate AU!
Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by Reiya, Explicit, 197k A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries. Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be. One of my favourite fics of ALL time!
A/N: i forgot how much i love derek hale so i had to give my mans some love.
the loft was chilly as you laid in your boyfriends bed, wanting nothing more than to have him curled up around you so you could run your fingers through his hair, but unfortunately he’d been gone with the pack for a week. you’d demanded to go as well but one stern look from your boyfriend had you shaking that thought from your mind.
you knew he was protective, he always had been, even before you had gotten together he was overbearing sometimes - randomly showing up where you were or accidentally bumping into you while you were on a date, but you often found it hot. what could you say, you had a thing for dominant men and derek hale was as dominant as they came.
I have a fic suggestion. Betty gets jughead a dog! If you think the idea is stupid just ignore me all together lol
Here it is, just for you, friend! I hope I destroy you with feels 😈
Betty sighed in relief as she slipped her heels off her tired feet, ankles slightly swollen with the pressure of the day. She rolled her neck back and forth, delighting in the satisfying pop her joints made, eyes falling closed in contentment. She peeked her head round the door to Jughead’s office, expecting to see him, head down, dark hair always falling over his eyes, as he typed away furiously at his laptop as he did every day, waiting to greet her with a blinding grin and a sweet kiss. Her brows furrowed as she cast her gaze over the empty room, the sound of fingers on keys not creating their usual music.
“Jug?” she called out apprehensively, turning her head as she made to go into the living room instead.
“In here,” a somewhat muffled response came from in front of her. She rounded the corner, uncontainable laugh bursting from her lips as she took in the position her husband had decided to place himself in. He was upside down, lanky legs thrown over the back of their cream couch, hair standing up on end, as he attempted to wrap his mouth around the straw in the glass of water placed before him on the floor.
“What are you doing?” Betty asked around a grin as he flailed, straw moving further away from his mouth with every breath he huffed out. He tipped his eyes to hers briefly, childlike smirk gracing his handsome face.
“Got hiccups, wanted to see if this upside-down drinking thing really worked,” he explained as his upper body jumped slightly, hiccup catching in his throat. Betty shook her head affectionately, teeth sinking into her lower lip as she watched him, so carefree and every bit the child he never got to be in his youth.
“Shouldn’t you be working?” she asked cheekily, quirking an accusing eyebrow at him. He sighed, giving up after his latest struggle and moving to sit up, cheeks adorably flushed from all the blood rushing to his head. Betty came to sit beside him, running a gentle hand over the colour, settling readily into his open arms.
“Writer’s block, again,” he lamented, pressing his face to her temple to inhale her soothing scent. He missed it from the moment she left their bed in the morning until the second she got home at night. She hummed happily as she felt Jughead drop a kiss against her skin, rubbing a reassuring hand against his denim-clad thigh.
“It’ll pass, love, it always does,” she consoled, looking up at him from where her head was resting against his shoulder. He grumbled incoherently beneath her, fingers tracing incomprehensible patterns against her arm.
“I just do the same thing every day, all day. It gets tired, and I don’t want to feel that way about writing; I love it, I do. I just need something else to break up the day, you know? Occupy my mind with something else for a while,” he vented. Betty pressed her lips together, wanting so desperately to tell him her news but deciding she needed to wait a little bit longer. She tucked her face into his shirt to hide her grin.
“I’m sure we’ll find you something,” she murmured into the fabric, all the tension leaving her shoulders as he pulled her closer against him.
“Juggie?” Betty called as she closed the door softly behind her, unable to keep the excitement out of her voice as she struggled with the tiny ball of fluff in her arms.
“Office,” Jughead shouted by way of reply. She followed the rhythmic tapping of keys until she was standing at the threshold, features glowing in anticipation. He eyed her cautiously, lips pinching together in a pout as he tried to suppress a grin, spreading infectiously from her own.
“Betts… what is it?” he asked, glinting eyes flitting over her frame, taking particular note of the way her arms were tucked securely behind her back. She squirmed slightly, wrestling with an invisible force. “What are you hiding?” he asked again, letting out a nervous laugh at her unwavering smile.
“You said you wanted something to occupy your time. Well…” she trailed off, finally bringing her arms around in front of her, revealing the scrabbling grey and white sheepdog puppy cradled in her grip. “Say hello to the newest member of our family!”
If someone had asked Betty to describe the look that lit Jughead up from within she didn’t think she would ever find the words to do it justice. He bounded from his seat, taking the puppy from her hands and brought it to his face with the wonder of a young boy, cooing sweet words into its warm fur. When he finally tore his eyes away from his present they were shining through a mixture of pure innocent joy and unshed tears.
“Betty, how did you…?” he trailed off, words getting stuck in his throat, expression filled with unadulterated awe.
“Your dad told me that you always wanted one when you were younger, before… you know. So I sourced out this little guy and I’ve just been waiting to pick him up,” she beamed, completely in love with the look that showed no sign of leaving Jughead’s face. “Couldn’t have you clawing at the wallpaper in boredom now, could we?” Betty spoke, half to Jughead, half to the dog, as she moved closer to scratch the panting ball of fluff behind the ears. Jughead’s free hand snaked round her waist, pulling her tight against his side.
“I love you, you know that?” he whispered, resting his forehead against hers. She smiled softly, tongue sneaking out to wet her lips delicately, his eyes following the movement.
“I had an idea, yeah,” she replied with a smirk, leaning in to capture his mouth with hers. They pulled away with a joint laugh, Betty letting out a disgusted shriek as a third, more unwelcome tongue joined their little make out session, the puppy choosing that time to lap at both of their cheeks. “What do you want to call this menace?” Betty laughed, swiping a hand at the slobber left on her cheek.
“Hot Dog,” Jughead said instantaneously, cheeks colouring a rosy pink. “In my head he was always called Hot Dog,” he sighed. Betty couldn’t wait any longer, practically bouncing on her toes with her need to tell him.
“There’s more,” she burst out eventually, clasping her hands together in glee. Jughead turned to her eyes wide.
“More than the best present ever?” he asked incredulously, tickling Hot Dog’s belly gently. She nodded, green eyes glistening.
“I know you said you needed something else to do, and in my defence I found out about this after I got Hot Dog so I didn’t mean for it to come all at once but…” she paused, taking a steadying breath. “Look at the back of his collar,” she whispered, tears shimmering along her waterline. Jughead’s brows pinched in confusion as he cupped Hot Dog closer to his chest, glancing down to notice something attached to the leather. He took the rolled up paper in trembling hands, unfurling it slowly. He read over the results, mouth dropping open.
“Betty, are you…?” he whispered, heart hammering in his chest, threatening to burst from an overload of emotions. She was nodding frantically, biting enticingly on her bottom lip as the tears over-spilled.
“Yes! The doctor sent over the results this morning. We’re gonna have a baby, Juggie,” she whispered, voice barely audible over the pounding in his ears. It was hardly a moment before his own eyes flooded, tears leaving wet trails down his cheeks as he wound his fingers into her golden hair, pulling her face to his in a searing kiss. He pulled back, breathless, head spinning, to look into her eyes.
“I love you, I love you so much,” he repeated frantically, voice shaking. She brought her hands up to cup his cheeks, a gesture he would never tire of.
“Think of it this way,” she began, pausing until he raised his eyebrows in question. “You’ll never be bored again,” she murmured cheekily, heart flipping as he threw his head back in carefree laughter.
You’ve heard of gay pining. Now get ready for… psychic gay pining.
Or: Yuuri and Victor are both psychics who can see the ~subjective future.
Yuuri’s going to do it. He’s going to finally, finally ask out Poodle Guy.
“Poodle Guy?” Phichit echoes, settling into the couch next to him.
“You know,” Yuuri mumbles. He hands Phichit the remote, gathers Vicchan closer to his chest. The dog makes a contented noise. “The Hot Guy Who Walks His Poodle at the Park.”
Phichit frowns. “Oh. We’re calling him Poodle Guy now?”
“The Hot Guy Who Walks His Poodle at the Park is way too long,” Yuuri clarifies.
“You were calling him The Hot Guy Who Walks His Poodle at the Park for weeks thou—you know what? Nevermind. Not the point.” Phichit shakes his head quickly and lightly taps Yuuri’s arm. “Good for you! So you saw he’ll say yes, then.”
Yuuri hesitates. Screws his eyes shut and lets his mind shift through the possibilities. The thing is, the man says yes to him every time. Every goddamn time. Yuuri’s shuffled through the different scenarios—the different futures—on a constant loop for some time now.
But later when he steps out of their apartment and decides to walk the longer route to the park in an effort to prolong the time he has to prepare for The Moment, a new future suddenly presents itself and, god. Yuuri doesn’t quite know what to do about it.
Victor’s going to do it. He’s going to finally, finally ask out the handsome man who walks his cute toy poodle at the park. Cute Toy Poodle Man. That’s his name, Victor’s decided.
“Why not?” he muses, looking out at the park’s lake. “It’s a beautiful day.”
He checks his watch idly and moves to settle into a park bench, Makkachin barking at a flock of geese a small distance away.
“Just a few more minutes here, Makka,” Victor says. Seven minutes and twenty-three seconds, to be exact, but Chris isn’t here to sigh exasperatedly when Victor, your psychic is showing, and that’s the only reason why Victor ever does that anyway. It’s way too fun being the only psychic he knows.
One would think that having the ability to see the future would put to rest any anxieties one could have. One would be wrong, Yuuri would argue.
The not-knowing, sure. That can be harrowing. Stressful. But the knowing. The Knowing, that’s equally stressful, if not more. That’s knowing what to expect but still being surprised when it happens. It’s knowing what’s coming but being incapable to face the thing when it comes. It’s words he hears before they’re spoken but still not having a response ready.
It’s Poodle Guy asking him out before he gets a chance to do it himself.
“Shit.” Yuuri drops Vicchan’s leash in his surprise. He quickly ducks down to pick it up before Vicchan can run off. Although, fortunately, he seems to be happily acquainting himself with Poodle Guy’s Poodle. “I—sorry?” he says. As if he hadn’t heard. Yuuri snorts inwardly.
“Would you like to grab a coffee with me?” Poodle Guy repeats, smiling brightly. He looks very amused about something, and the observation tugs irritably at Yuuri, a bit. He’s the psychic here, dammit. He should have some semblance of control of the situation, shouldn’t he?
Before he can make a decision, though, he sees it in a flash. Poodle Guy’s face, even, it falls a few milliseconds before it happens, if Yuuri had been watching closely. If Yuuri hadn’t already been gasping, “Oh, Vicchan, no!”
His dog woofs cheerfully. Stares up at them, tongue out and panting, as if he hadn’t just laid a shit almost half his size on Poodle Guy’s squeaky clean Adidas shoes.
I really like you. Like a lot. I wish we were closer and everytime you reply to one of my posts or reblog me, I get really happy :-) I hope to one day say you and me are friends.
omg i didnt think someone would actually send a mssg lol dude you’re so sweet omg and if I reply to your posts there’s a 1000% chance I like you as well since i’m way too shy to start a conversation and I have to show my affection in a low-key way lmao
the only problem of getting closer to me is that i’m going to roast you in every possible way, trust me
AN: I just felt like posting something on my birthday lol so here’s a fluffy story with my fave genetically altered super soldier
It was just like any other day, just that you were one year older and your family gave you just a bit more attention than normal. Phone calls and texts had been rolling in since you woke up from a number of people, but the ones you cared about most came from your disheveled friends scattered across the world doing God knows what. Of course, you meant Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Wanda Maximoff, Clint Barton, and so many others that you met and befriended during your time with SHIELD.
It was hard, only hearing from some people every once in awhile after the fallout from the Sokovia Accords. You went from seeing them everyday to just getting a few words in every other week. All you had left was Tony, but after awhile you got tired of his antics. Let’s face it - he was no Steve Rogers.
Just thinking about him made your stomach twist into a knot and your mood completely changed. You couldn’t focus on the letters on the page of the book in your hand because your mind was suddenly filled with thoughts of the how much you missed Steve. Not only has he been gone for three months, but you hadn’t even heard from him today. The one person you were really looking forward to hearing from hadn’t said a word all week leading up to today. You shook your head, closing your book and standing with all your things.
Life after being a SHIELD agent. No one really talks about how it feels or what you do. But life after SHIELD plus dating an Avenger? You suddenly have so much free time to do everything you talked about doing as you laid in bed in the arms of your significant other. Visit libraries, museums, paint or draw, all in all just be free to do whatever. What you never expected was for Steve to disappear from your life completely.
Of course you understood why. But that didn’t mean you had to be happy about it.
The wind pushed your hair back from your slightly pink face as you reached down to pick up a leash, which made your big German Shepard stand, you quietly said it was time to go home and you started on your way back to your apartment. The sun was only just getting low and the snow on the ground was gleaming in the light. You pulled your jacket closer as your dog, Max, led the way home. The crowd was thick on the streets of New York and it took awhile before you could get into your apartment building and shake your jacket to filter in warm air. You were shivering, and headed straight to your apartment.
Max was eager to get into the apartment, as were you, and was tapping the door with his paw. You let out a small laugh as you fumbled with the keys in your cold fingers, finally unlatching the door and pushing it open, “Calm down, Max,” you said as you unhooked the leash from his collar - letting him bolt inside and around the corner.
“Haha hey buddy”
Your body froze as you were just about to close the door, and you felt tears stinging your eyes, and your body seemed to carry yourself into the kitchen and towards the voice. That familiar smooth voice. That voice that put you to sleep (in the best way) so many times.
Before you, Steve was crouched down and scratching Max’s head. You felt a sob forming in the back of your throat but as soon as Steve looked up and his beautiful blue eyes locked with yours, you hurried over to him. Steve stood, opening his arms as you threw yourself into his body and wrapped your legs around his waist.
Steve had a beard, the hair grazed your face as you fit into his neck - you were so happy he was here that you honestly didn’t notice.
“Happy birthday, baby,” he whispered into your hair, and you couldn’t help but just start kissing him. Kissing his neck, kissing his cheek, his face, before finally landing on his lips. His hand caressed your face, and for a few moments everything was like how it used to be. You were both hungry for each other, your arms making around his neck as he deepened the kiss, but you couldn’t help but giggle.
“What?” he asked, briefly letting his lips leave yours, and your giggled again.
“Your beard, it tickles,” you told him and he shook his head.
“God I’ve missed you,” he mumbled, peppering your neck with kisses. Your head fell back as he sucked lightly on your neck. Your fingers ran through his hair, which was also longer than usual, and locked into his strands. Your eyes slowly began to close as you started losing yourself in his kisses, when Max barked, making you both stop and laugh softly.
“Guess we can’t get too carried away, I have a lot planned for tonight,” he whispered against your skin, and you felt a chill run down your back.
“This isn’t over, Rogers,” you said, and he laughed - setting you down on the ground.
“I’ll remember that tonight.”
You smiled, knowing that no matter what - Steve finally being home was the best present ever.