You think you get used to how fucking incredible james looks and u go about ur life but then BAM a new videos up and suddenly you’re back to screaming into the void because james is the most beautiful man alive
Alicia watches Eric lay his napkin across his lap then run his hands over it over and over to smooth it down. His eyes dart everywhere but to her or Bob. He doesn’t seem to be able to look directly at Jack either, keeping his gaze trained on his hands in his lap, on the silverware, his water glass, the server.
He looks horrendously nervous, and Alicia realizes that Jack and Bob are already deep into hockey talk. She gets up, abandoning her place next to Bob, grabs the empty seat at their table and scoots it close to Eric’s other side. .
“So, Eric. While these two rehash the game they already picked apart over text last night – tell me about your classes! Jack tells me you major in American Studies and that you were contemplating a minor in Communications.”
This forces him to look up at her, and he flushes. Alicia smiles in a way she hopes is encouraging.
“Oh, uh… Yes!” Eric smiles back tightly, like he’s trying really hard not to let it become a grimace. “The minor is actually called Digital Media and Culture. I met with my advisor on Friday and it’s a go.”
“Wait,” Jack says, pulling away from his father’s chattering about the Preds. “You didn’t say anything, before. That’s great!”
“I was distracted, all over the place,” Eric says, turning his face up toward Jack’s. Alicia watches his smile relax. “Sorry, honey, you know how it is when I’m all–” He gestures to his own face, the meaning of it lost on Alicia, but Jack rolls his eyes and softens it with a smile.
“Sure, I know,” Jack says. “Either way, I’m glad it worked out. You’re already more than half way through the minor requirements, you’ll get it done no problem.”
Eric huffs, shrugs. “If I can manage to pass a stats class.”
Honey, Alicia thinks to herself. She refrains from pressing a hand to her aching heart and instead reaches over and touches Eric’s elbow the way she would Jack’s, gives it a little squeeze. “I was a math major! If you ever need a tutor, I’m only a text away.”
“Wha– oh! Really?”
Alicia is so charmed by him. His eyes are big and warm and sweet. They widen even more above the pink tinge in his cheeks, his blush spreading across his nose and he’s just… precious. He apparently calls Jack honey, and he’s so nervous to be meeting his boyfriend’s parents he’s practically vibrating. Alicia adores him.
Before she can say anything else, Bob leans over Jack and says, “I know. Hot and smart, it’s just unfair. I don’t know how I get anything done with her around.”
Jack rolls his eyes, but Eric tsks, gestures hopelessly with both hands and says, “Lord, I know the feeling.”
It’s Jack’s turn to laugh, surprised and pleased with himself as Eric buries his face in his hands.
“I mean–” he gasps. “Shit.”
Alicia loses it. Her son is lit up from the inside and Eric looks as though he would be happy to have the floor swallow him up in that moment. She can’t stop the delighted giggles that want to come out, nor can she stop herself from reaching over and wrapping an arm around the poor boy in a sideways hug. “Oh, sweetheart,” she says into his hair. “Relax. We love it.”
Bob reaches over and slaps Eric on the shoulder, then does the same to Jack. He says, “You got your mother’s brains, that’s for sure.”
“I’d say the looks, too,” Alicia jokes, “if he didn’t look exactly like you at this age.”
Eric makes a strangled sound at the back of his throat, wide, horrified eyes settling on Bob. Alicia gives him another squeeze, because that’s what would make her feel better if she had just inadvertently called her boyfriend’s father hot.
Jack pats Eric’s knee under the table and says, “Alright maman, let him breathe. Papa, try to be appropriate for ten minutes. Look at your menus, act like normal parents.”
“We are so normal,” Bob grouses, picking up his menu. “What about me isn’t normal?”
Alicia releases Eric and snorts. “Where to begin, Bobby.”
She meets Bob’s gaze as the boys start reading their menus, Eric’s cheeks still blazing and Jack’s eyes soft and happy as they cut sideways to watch him. Bob glances at them and then back to Alicia with a tiny quirk of his lips. She nods, bites back the grin that begs to be let out, swallows against the happy sob she can feel waiting in her chest. She clears her throat and asks her future son-in-law what he’s thinking about ordering.
@yuurier and I were talking so here’s some #highlights
After the banquet Victor locks himself in the (Chris’) bathroom, downs a bottle of champagne, and cries while Chris threatens to break down the door.
“I met my husbannnnnnd” “No, you drank 3 glasses of sex on the beach, told Yakov to plan the wedding, and then threw up on my Oxfords. Get out of the bathroom Vitya i need to take a shower.”
Post “Victor is in love and he’s kind of freaking out” cuddles were Chris assures Victor that yes Yuuri loves poodles (He has a poodle actually which makes Victor cry more because he’ll be a good Papa to Makkachin then) no Yuuri won’t leave him if he loses his hair, and yes you should go to sleep so you don’t meet him with dark circles.
When Victor knocks on Yuuris door in an Armani suit, bouquet of roses, and reservations for his favorite high class restaurant in Sochi he just stares at the maid cleaning it for 20 mins before calling Chris for emergency drinks.
Phichit welcoming Yuuri back and ragging on him for 20 mins because Yuuri looks like shit (Can you imagine a hangover on a plane…) and he still has a sharpie phone number (smeared from his shower) on his chest.
Yuuri expects Victor to be the god of flirting, romance, and pick up lines but nope the dude has literally learned all his dating skills from trashy romance novels. He still reads them, especially the gay ones, and pens to his favorite authors under a fake name.
Victor literally buys “100 best pick up lines” at the airport on his way to Japan and has told Yuuri ALL of them by the end of the summer.
After they start dating Yuuri loves them. He knows they’re bad, he knows Victor is LOVING how well they work, but god he just looks so happy whenever one “lands”.
When Yuuri dishes it back though Victor lays on the couch with a pillow covering his face asking God how many times you can fall in love. Yuuri keeps dropping them as Victor begs for his heart’s mercy.
Y’know that thing where big dogs get excited and they slide around because it’s just 100 lbs of love heading for you? Literally Victor when he decides it’s cuddle Yuuri time.
The amount of times Makkachin and Victor fight for Yuuri’s lap is every day. Yuuri loves it and has so many videos of Victor and Makkachin nose to nose “arguing” (aka Victor in Russian telling Makkachin in detail that is HIS fiance and Makkachin boofing and licking his nose) over whose turn it is to cuddle Yuuri. It usually ends with Yuuri sandwiched between Victor’s chest and a 100 lb dog (Who thinks he’s 10 lbs) asleep on his lap. It works.
I keep mentioning ‘Thursday Night Dinner at the Byers’ in all of my Stranger Things fics (here, here, and here) and, like, I just realized this is my random ass season 3 headcanon and I should probably explain it:
Hopper means it when he says he shouldn’t have lied to her. That there are a lot of things he should’ve done differently. But he also knows that he’d do anything to keep her safe, that if Owens suggests one year then he’s gonna go with one year. But he keeps his promise and things are different this time around.
He suggests Thursday dinners at the Byers house as a way for El to see her friends. He can’t very well take her over to the Wheeler’s house and the cabin is too far away to bike to every day and there’s no way in hell he’s shuttling kids back and forth to his house all the time, so he sets up a weekly dinner at the Byers because it just makes the most sense. Nancy can bring Mike, he can bring El and no one will ever suspect anything.
He doesn’t think too deeply about the fact that no one questions, that no one even seems all that surprised about the fact that he’s going to weekly dinners at Joyce’s house. Flo takes to telling him to say hi to Joyce for her, encouraging him to dress up nicer on Thursday nights and goddammit Flo, for the last time there’s nothing wrong with what I wear.
Except that at some point, he does make it a point to rush home early on Thursdays and change out of his work clothes into something that’s ironed and not khaki.
Jonathan is the one that cooks most nights and he has to admit that the kid is a damn good cook. Hopper makes El and Mike and Will set the table so that Joyce doesn’t have to worry about rushing home from work and taking care of it. He always helps her with the dishes afterwards, while Mike and Nancy and Jonathan and Will take turns tutoring El.
Nancy bargains for a movie night every other week after dinner rather than tutoring and he gives in because she gives him these huge puppy dog eyes and he can literally feel Joyce laughing at him as he begrudgingly says yes. They take turns picking movies, though he always gives his turn to Eleven.