in the back pouting

it-is-i-the-funkiest-nut  asked:

Hey hey!! How would the RFA + V react to a MC that always glares at them when they bother them? But it's just a defense mechanism because they grew up with younger siblings.

hi hi!! hhhokay so…. it’s a lil short and I mostly stuck w reactions to being glared at for bothering MC?? (lololol im the youngest sib of three so.…)


-mildly offended
-how in the world could anyone find him bothersome?? he’s perfect????
-but he does back off to pout
-and slinks back a while later to ask what that was about


-pouty boy
-think Tamaki Suoh from OHSHC
-one glare from MC makes him feel so guilty omg
-his eyes get all wibbly
-pls do not make this precious boy cry
-bc he will
-and you’ll feel bad about it


-not even fazed??
-she has dealt with hungover Jumin Han at his worst, she can handle a reflexive glare from MC
-inwardly worried as hE C K
-has she done something?? maybe she’s not paying MC enough attention???


-immediately worried that he’s done something terribly wrong
-cannot stand the thought of having offended MC somehow
-asks what’s wrong
-promises to correct whatever it was before even getting an answer


-a lil alarmed, ngl
-also rly apologetic
-upset that he has upset his SO
-but that’s only until he’s got it all figured out
-because after he knows it’s just….. like, ,, a reflex
-he intentionally bothers MC
-oh my god he’s probably testing his limits this idiot


-he goes,, , , quiet
-receiving that glare,,,
-a very very quiet “i… sorry, MC… ive upset you..”
-quick to give MC space tho
-like he is hella understanding but Boy does he Feel Bad

jugheadjons  asked:

kent/swoops and 39 please? :)

yaaaaaas, i was hoping someone would send this one lmao (also highkey gonna use the hc that swoops is from philly lol)  ALSO sorry this took so damn long, i kept re-writing this bc i didn’t like it

39. long distance relationship au

Kent knows he was being dramatic, but that doesn’t stop him from replying to Jeff’s tweet:

@jtroyaces tweeted: @NHLAces​ thanks for the great time & great memories, couldn’t have wished for a better start in the NHL!

@jtroyaces: that being said @NHLFlyers, I’M COMING HOME BOYS!

@kparson90​: @jtroyaces @NHLFlyers i cant believe you guys stole my one and only, he doesn’t even look good in orange.

Kent sulked even more when Swoops sent him a snapchat of his new jersey and the Philadelphia snapchat filter. He sends back him pouting and the crying emoji. He doesnt get a response back so he assumes Swoops is busy doing new team stuff.

He walked into their bedroom, he refuses to say it’s his because they still share it and it’s not like Jeff is dead. Kent finds Jeff’s old Aces jersey and he doesn’t cry a little (he does) but he takes a picture of it and puts it on his snapchat with the caption “rip,he was such a good player”, he posts it on twitter and tries to get #ripjefftroy trending on twitter and texts the Aces groupchat about it:

Text to The Greatest Hockey Players & Kent Parson:

Kent: okay fuckers

Kent: go on twitter and tweet #ripjefftroy

Kent: if you dont ur off the team and banned from the nhl

Jeff <3: you do know im still in this group chat, right?

Kent removed Jeff <3 from  The Greatest Hockey Players & Kent Parson:

Kent: now that the Traitor is gone.

Hale added Jeff <3 to The Greatest Hockey Players & Kent Parson:


Jeff <3: im hurt that you wouldn’t want ur own boyfriend in the group chat

Hale: yeah thats rude, cap.

Kent: i hate you all.

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jessicalee5  asked:

Can you do a Harry imagine where the reader is a YouTuber and they made a my boyfriend/girlfriend did my Makeup challenge for their channels

You loved doing YouTube especially when your boyfriend agreed to be on your channel. Today you convinced him to let you do his makeup. Every other time you asked him he would tell you no them leave until you had finished filming. But it was one of your most requested videos and you felt so bad that you hadn’t done it yet.

“Y/N I changed my mind I don’t want to do this video anymore.” He said walking into the room you had already set up.

“No you already agreed to do this video, you are not allowed to back out of it now.” You pouted. You knew this was going to happen but you weren’t going to let him back out of it. No matter what you were going to be doing his makeup. You forced him to sit down next to you so you could do the intro. “Today I am going to be doing my boyfriend’s makeup, this has been my most requested for months. But I have never been able to get my boyfriend to agree until now.”

You just went into it. You didn’t do a whole lot of makeup besides the very little that you use. SO of this video you went out to buy more. You started with your foundation that was most definitely not Harry’s color. He had no clue what you were doing and honestly neither did you. Your least favorite thing to do was eyeshadow. It was one of the things that you never really did unless it was a special occasion. You decided to just go simple with a smoky eye. When you pulled out your mascara Harry freaked out.

“No, what is that thing.” He said pushing your hand away. “I don’t want that near me.”

“Harry, it’s just mascara it’s not going to hurt you. I’m just going to put it on your eye lashes.” You told him running your thumb over his cheek.

“But you are not going to put eyeliner on me.” He mumbled allowing you to continue. You quickly put the mascara on him before he could do anything. You promised him you wouldn’t put eyeliner on so you went on with the rest.


You were almost done with his makeup, the only thing that you had to do was put lipstick on him. You decided to let him pick the color. He chose your favorite red shade that you wore all of the time. The red brought the blue of his eyes. Making them look more blue than normal.

The Mars signs on a hike

*use mars*

Aries: TIME TO TAKE CHARGE!!!!! *is already at the top of the mountain 3 hours before everyone else and yells down to them that they’re slow*

Taurus: I’m, doing, okay, just, keep, going, keep, up, a, rhythm…hey nature’s pretty relaxing sometimes, glad someone got me out of bed for this

Gemini: hsjhohfoihdKJHDOHEOFLKE squirrel!!!!! tree!!!!! cloud!!!!! whOAH!!!! I never knew this could be so eNTERTAINING!!!!!!! *darts back and forth across the path and gets lost and/or distracted every 2.5 seconds*

Cancer: WHEN CAN THIS BE OVER I JUST WANT TO EAT FOOD OR SOMETHING *pouts the whole way up in the back*

Leo: haha no I’m not sweating!!!! I’M NOT TAKING ON THIS MOUNTAIN, THIS MOUNTAIN IS TAKING ON ME!!!!! *thinks they’re the leader when it’s actually Capricorn*

Virgo: If I’m going to do this I hope it burns at least 21093092183 calories *takes the most careful path possible and puts their all into it*

Libra: I DIDN’T SIGN UP FOR THIS I DON’T EVEN OWN HIKING BOOTS…oh well I’ll pretend like nothing is wrong and smile *is in the very back with Cancer the whole time, trips over roots*

Scorpio: I’m going to internalize this pain and take it out on the person who dragged me here by bringing it up 5 years from now

Sagittarius: NATURE!!!! MY HOME!!!!! idk why everyone else hates this it’s so fun and adventurous

Capricorn: STAY ON THE TRAIL EVERYONE IT’S IMPORTANT THAT WE DON’T GET SEPARATED *leads the group behind Aries and tries to prevent Gemini and Aquarius from disappearing*

Aquarius: hey let’s try a different path and see what happens!!! that might be fun!!! no? ok I’ll take a detour myself *tries to identify the different kinds of fungus on the trees*

Pisces: :)))))) this is fun!!!!! look at the beautiful sunlight and trees and wonderful people *internally crying*

  • *fire alarms are going off as smoke fills the room, Hoseok is desperately trying to beat out a stove fire with a tea towel*
  • Namjoon: I swear I didn't know grease could catch on fire like that!
  • Jungkook: Where is mom? I want mom back!
  • Jimin: *hugs Jungkook tight* I want him back too...
  • Taehyung: *pouts* Jimin never hugs me anymore...
  • Yoongi: Now is not the time Tae. I'll go order pizza.
Theatre Review

  On Thursday, I had the great misfortune to attend one of the most horrifically irresponsible attempts at children’s entertainment I have ever seen in a long career of reviewing the arts.
  “Big Chunky Bubbles” (real name, Petey Amin), an American bubble artist— and please know I use the word “artist” solely as an occupational descriptor and not as a term of respect— spent a good 5-7 minutes of the beginning of his “performance” telling the children to be quiet and pay attention, using broken French and German. When they would not respond in a manner he deemed timely, Mr. Bubbles turned his back to his audience of 6-year-olds and pouted, “Now you get the Miles Davis treatment.” He then presumably made some bubbles from a hot tureen of New England Clam Chowder. I say presumably as I only caught the merest glimpse of steaming orbs rising just above Mr. Bubble’s head before they popped and sprayed him with scalding soup, causing him to swear in a fashion not unlike that of a cartoon dog.
  This foul language served as the high point of Mr. Bubbles’ “set.” Hearing the laughter of the children, the gentleman turned around to face his audience, grumbling, “Oh look who’s paying attention now.” He then told the children they should feel very grateful to be seeing what was to come next, a special treat just for the children of Montreal, even though they “don’t deserve any special treats after their rude and immature attitudes.”
  At this point Mr. Bubbles’ removed the cover from a saucepan, a great cloud of steam rising up from its contents and momentarily blinding him. More cartoon cursing briefly ensued. When he regained what passed for his composure, Mr. Bubbles announced he would now, for the first time, make bubbles from poutine gravy. When the children, rightfully, seemed underwhelmed, Mr. Bubbles lectured them on the laborious process of extracting the cheese curds from the gravy to achieve the purest bubble, and how he wasn’t even able to eat the french fries because of doctor’s orders, “so that’s THAT food wasted.”
  Mr. Bubbles then, to his credit, proceeded to create one impossibly perfect, and somewhat chunky, poutine bubble. It glistened, large and opaque in the sunlight streaming through the sitting room window, before bursting in Mr. Bubbles’ eyes, causing him to scream and kick over the large pot of steaming gravy. It rolled like an ocean of lava at the children, who ran screaming from the oncoming tide of scalding meat leavings. Two children were burned badly enough on the soles of their feet that a trip to the hospital was considered but thankfully deemed unnecessary. I gathered up my things and left, overhearing, on my way out, the beginnings of what I have no doubt ended up being a protracted argument about payment.
  It is this reviewer’s opinion that Mr. Bubbles leave the entertainment industry and find an occupation more suited to his talents and temperament, such as murder victim.

- Guy LaChance, Montreal Arts-Curd

Wisdom teeth Joker x Reader

A/N: This was inspired by a video I saw of this one guy who had his wisdom teeth removed and he claimed ISIS took his tongue. Sounds great, right? This is probably terrible and I thought it would turn out better but I tried. The reader is really innocent in this so I imagine her being the same reader from the Thorn in my side imagine.

J moaned and rubbed his jaw. His teeth were hurting him, and he hasn’t had them hurt in a while. It was his back teeth instead of his front. He rubbed his jaw as he waited for his client to come in.

“You alright?” A concerned looking Y/N asked from his lap. He glared at her.


“Teeth bothering you?” He tightened his grip on her waist.

“Hon if you don’t stop talking when my client comes in…” She pouted and shoved herself back into his chest. He groaned as he stretched his jaw, which was the last straw for Y/N.

“Open your mouth. Now.” Before he could snap at her she took his jaws in her hands and forced them apart.

“Your gums are swollen. You may need to have that checked out.” When J finally got her to stop harassing him he saw his confused looking client standing by the door. He growled at Y/N who started giggling. The meeting seemed to last forever and J didn’t pay attention to half the things that were said. It was Y/N who politely ended the meeting and took J home.

“Do you still have your wisdom teeth?”


“You might have to take them out, they could be the ones causing you pain.” J mulled over her words. He decided after two days he would have them removed, so he tried to do it himself. Y/N found him looking in the mirror with a pair of pliers stuck in his mouth.

“J! What the hell are you doing?!” She continued to yell at him while he just stared at her.

“You said I had to remove them.”

“Not you! A dentist, you moron.”  She stomped away, yelling for Frost to make an appointment.

He pouted all the way to the dentists. She rolled her eyes as he angrily slammed his head against the glass.

“I could have done it myself.”

“You’re going, J. So stop acting like a three year old.” He spent the rest of the ride growling at her.


Frost holds the dentist at gunpoint while Y/N comforted J. He already lost half of his teeth, he wasn’t thrilled about losing more.

“H-He needs to take off his jewelry.”  J glared and reached for his gun as Y/N started to take off his chains and rings.

“No. Touch me, and I’ll cut off your fingers.” Y/N wasn’t sure if he was talking to the dentist or her. She continued to remove them and jerked the chains from his head, effectively messing up his hair.

“Shut up. You need this.” She looked at the dentist.

“He’s ready.”  The dentist grabbed a needle and Frost raised his gun. Y/N rolled her eyes and J spoke before she could.

“Frosty, wait outside so the doctor can work.” Y/N resisted the urge to snort.

“He’s a dentist, J.”  J wearily eyed the doctor as he brought the needle over.

“What’s the drug, doc?”

“It’s just going to numb you, you won’t feel a thing.” J rolled his eyes.

“I know what numbness is.”

“Yeah, his heart’s numb all the time.” Y/N snickered as J glared. The doctor hesitantly injected the needle.

Y/N held J’s hand as the drugs took effect.

“I have to go sit over there, but I’ll be here when you wake up.” J started blinking and reached out to grab her hand.

“J, I’ll be here, don’t worry.” He giggled, and she couldn’t wait to tell him about his drug induced state later.


J’s vision was blurry but he could make out a feminine face above him.

“How do you feel?”

“He still has the cotton in his mouth. I-I need him to open his mouth.” The dentist now came into view.

“J, honey, open your mouth.”   

She gently eases his mouth open so the dentist can extract the cotton. J sits up when he notices the blood. Y/N places her hands on his shoulders and gently eases him back down.

“My teeth! You took my teeth!”

“No, J, we had to remember? Now open up we have to put something back in.” J pouts and leans back.

“Back off, Batman.” He dodges her moves made to keep him still.

“Batman took my teeth once, you took my teeth twice.” Despite his earlier accusations he reached out and tentatively touched a lock of her hair.

“J I’m not Batman, I’m Y/N, your girlfriend.” She gently pulled her hair from his grip.

“Am I dead?” Y/N chuckled.

“No, sweetie. You’re not dead.”

“Then why is there an angel sitting next to me?” She rolled her eyes at his terrible pickup line and discreetly started recording on her phone.

“That’s sweet, J.”

“You dating anyone?”

“Yeah you, dopey.”

“My lips are gone” He bit his lip, eventually drawing blood.

“J don’t do that, they’re there. See?” She kisses him, making him giggle.

“Can I be your boyfriend?”


“Really? HOW DID I DO IT?” He yelled, suddenly sitting up. Y/N tried to contain her laughter.

“You’re so beautiful!” He grabbed her face between his hands.

“Where’s Frost? Is Frost beautiful? Can I go home?” He started slurring his questions together.

“Yeah we can go home. Thank you, dentist!” She waved at the shaken up man.

Her and Frost lifted J up so they could carry him out. J occasionally tried to touch Frost’s beard and kiss Y/N.

“Hey! Hands off her, pal. She’s mine.”

“J, he isn’t touching me. Now please shut up.” The car ride was excruciating. J tried to climb out of the car window, sang along to every song on the radio and whined when Y/N turned it off. It wasn’t fun trying to pull a grown man-who was halfway out of the window-back in the car. He kept stepping on her feet and demanded she scratch his head.

“Can we roll down the window?” Y/N gritted her teeth as J stepped on her foot again.

“J you will lose all of your teeth if you don’t shut up.” He pouted and leaned his whole body against her.

“I want to roll down the window.”

“J. Shut. Up.” She noticed Frost smiling in the driver’s seat. He swerved the car and made J fall over on her.

“Frost I will slaughter your family.” He only chuckled at her threat.

“Weee! Do it again, Frosty!” J was practically sitting in Y/N’s lap. She sighed and wished she had a gun handy.


Y/N helped J walk through the door.

“Alright, J, you need to go to sleep.” He refuses, of course.

“I’m not tired.”

“The doctor said you need to sleep this off. Lay down before I knock you out.”

“I want to paint.”

“No.” He stops and glares at her.

“I’m not moving until I paint.” She gives in, hopefully it will keep him occupied. She gets Frost to go to a store and get a watercolor set. J occupies his time with talking and singing and Y/N is ready to kiss Frost when he comes back.

Even though she’s highly annoyed at him she can’t help but smile when he paints. He looks so focused, with his tongue sticking out and when he occasionally turns the paper different directions. He glances up at her and covers the paper.

“No peeking!” She makes a show of covering her eyes.

“Sorry. Who’s it for?”

“Batman.” Her blood runs cold. Please don’t ask me-

“I want to give it to him.” He hands her the painting. It looks like it was done by a five year old, but she could tell it was some type of bird.

“It’s nice, J. What is it?” He gives her a wide grin.

“A robin.” She doesn’t get it.

“Ok. I’ll make sure he gets it.”

“I want to give it to him.” She winces. There’s no way he would accept the fact that he could go to Arkham.

“Ok. I’ll bring him to you, wait here with Frost, ok?” She gives him a reassuring smile before running out of the room. It takes her a few minutes, but she manages to find a henchmen with the same body structure as Batman.

“Hey! Excuse me, would you do me a favor?”


Y/N leads ‘Batman’ to where she left J. His face lights up like a kid’s on Christmas when he sees him. Her heart breaks a bit when he gives him a hug and asks him not to punch him in the face.


Y/N clutches the painting as the cold air whips through her hair. She sent a bat signal and she was a little nervous. She’s never met him in person. After about five minutes she turns around and screams as she sees the large figure behind her.

“Oh! My god, a little warning next time. Gift from Mr. J.” She can’t help but smirk as he tenses. He doesn’t say anything as he looks at the painting, but she can tell he’s not happy.

“Do you work for him?” He gives her a skeptical look.

“I’m his girlfriend.” Now he looks surprised.

“You shouldn’t-”

“Well I have to get home now, he just got his wisdom teeth removed. You should be nicer to him, he really cares about you.” Y/N, completely oblivious to the Batman and Joker’s relationship, leaves a confused looking Batman with a watercolor picture of a dead robin. After she leaves Bruce notices a flash drive attached to the painting.

Later that night when he plugs it into the computer, he can’t help but smile as he sees the Joker in a drug induced state.

“Please don’t punch me in the face.”

Bruce makes a mental note to punch him harder next time.

Attention - Leto!Joker x Reader

Look at me! Spoiling all of you like this! I know I haven’t written much Leto!Joker recently so this is my peace offering to all of you. I’m so sorry this is so short. Enjoy kiddos! - J.xx


Curled up in a sea of blankets, my gaze flicked to the form sitting beside me, a displeased expression on my face. He, of all people, should know how much I hate being interrupted while I was reading, especially a good book too. But there he was, my green haired crime lord, pouting at me.

Sighing loudly, I went back to reading my book, knowing exactly what he wanted. He wanted attention, but I was busy. He’d just have to wait until I was finished. A low growl came from his direction once he realized I wasn’t going to put my book down.

“I said, hey,” he said, pouting even more and scooting closer to me.

“And I ignored you because I’m reading,” I retorted, sliding further into my cocoon of blankets.

“Well then stop,” he replied matter-of-factly, moving closer again.


Growling again, his pout turned into a scowl. Lifting a hand, he proceeded to poke a finger into my cheek. Hiding even more into the blankets, he just continued to poke my cheek, unrelenting. I growl myself, but then only ends up making him giggle.

“You’re cute when you growl at me, Y/N.”

“Stop it.”

Ignoring me, he kept stabbing his finger into my cheek. Getting more and more irritated with every poke, the next time he went to touch my face, I turned my head and bit the tip of his finger.


“I told you to stop.”

“I didn’t think you’d bite me!” he pouted again.

Shrugging, I turned back to my book, hoping he finally got the message. But not less than a minute later, he was back at it again. This time I tried batting his hand away with my own, but then only resulted in his grabbing it and trying to hold it.

“I’ll bite you again!”

“Pay attention to me!” he whined.

“Are you blind? I’m reading!” I said, waving my book at him.

“I told you to stop!”

“And I said no, J!”

Pouting, he let go of my hand and went back to poking me, now harder than before. Shaking my head and grumbling, I shoved my bookmark back into place and lunged at him, tackling him to his side of the bed.

Starting to poke him all over the place, I shouted, “How do you like it!”

“At least my plan worked!” he giggled, “You’re paying attention to me!”

“You’re such a little shit, J.”

CS JJ Day 29: Hearth

Summary: In which Emma is always cold, and Killian is always warm.

Rated: M

Warnings: Smut, angst

Words: ~6k

Notes: Much love and gratitude to the organizers at @csjanuaryjoy! Inspired by a prompt from @seethelovelyintheworld, who requested a fic where Emma is cold and Killian is warm, and by the beautiful sketch she drew, which you may find below.  Also tagging @icecubelotr44.

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It’s only when she’s taken everything out of the satchel twice – packing it carefully back in after the first, and tearing it right back out – that Emma allows herself to pout. She treats Neverland like a place of action. Whenever she’s still, it’s a place of mourning, eternal youth and sorrows, and she can’t hardly stand it. Can’t hardly sleep either. There are sounds echoing through the forest – grating, unnatural noises that belong in the winding, industrial alleys of poorly kept city blocks.

That, and she’s sure she’s never been this cold in her life. So she searches for the sweater she’d brought along, with no luck.

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Yuri on Ice fic recs

Since I’m constantly refreshing the Ao3 feed, I thought it might be time to post some fic recommendations!  There are no WIPs on this list, but I’ve been following some and will add them to this list once they are finished.  If there’s something great you think I’m missing, let me know!

Baby, Come Light Me Up by astroturfwars- “‘Let’s go,’ Yuuri tells him, and leans down to press his lips to the corner of Victor’s mouth. He lingers there for a moment, deliberate, before he straightens up again. ‘I think it’ll be fun.’

He traces the line of Victor’s jaw. Victor tips his head back easily, obligingly, and gives Yuuri a pout that should not be nearly as endearing as it is. ‘Your idea of fun does not seem fun,’ he says. ‘I think I’d rather stay in. Wouldn’t you?’ E

The Banquet by Nomanono- Interactive fic with ten different endings!  E

By a String by IWroteAFic- “Katsuki looks like he might break at any moment, so Yuri keeps his mouth shut.

(Yuri Plisetsky gets a taste of Yuuri Katsuki’s anxiety and he’s not sure how to handle it.)” G

Come Close and Hold Me Tight by dinosar- “yuuri and viktor talk about what happened after yuuri’s free skate in china, and things progress from there” E

Fall by Clockwork_Mockingbird- “A skater always knows how to fall on the ice. Falling for a person, now that’s a totally different story.” T

Fascination by smudgesofink- “Victor didn’t understand it at first but Yuuri has such a deep fascination with every part of his body.” T

Fresh off the Presses by fan_nerd- “Based on his book selections, Yuuri’s not sure if this regular is a horny pervert, a cop, or a nerd. Victor is weird and eccentric, and the bookkeeper is pretty sure that the man has never come in with his hair combed.” T

The History Books are Made for Us by d10smessi- “Victor thinks, I’ll never love someone this way again.” NR

I Have My Body (And You Have Yours) by astoryaboutwar- “Yuuri overflows with the weight of things that have been said, trembles with what remains. Their shared zeroes flicker in time, the early morning light muting the red glow to faint numbers. In the amber dawn, an idol is only just a man.” M

Kibitzing by euphemisms- “Some people think that Viktor Nikiforov could have done a lot better than Yuuri Katsuki. Some people should learn to keep their opinions to themselves.” T

Koi by Ash_Lumos- “Viktor is always curious to know more about Yuuri’s culture, so the boy takes his coach to a traditional Japanese Summer Festival. Their special night together turns out to be even more magical than they had predicted.” E

Light-Bringer by kevystel- “‘I can do it,’ Viktor says. He’s seventeen. ‘I’ll choreograph it myself.’

It doesn’t all go smoothly. He messes up a triple toe loop and is so angry at himself that he changes his next two jumps to a quadruple salchow and a quadruple flip, to the roars of the crowd.” Series is G-M

Like Your French Girls by ebenroot- “in which Victor is an artist, Yuuri is his figure skating muse, and Yuri is so done hearing about their stupid love story through Instagram” T

A Match Worth Waiting For by fan_nerd- “a collection of fics centered around a/b/o dynamics. victor is an omega; yuuri is an alpha.” E

Morning Breaks in Saint Petersburg by neomeruru- “Yuuri moves in with Victor in Russia and makes himself at home, with some help.” E

Nights So Slow by jibrailis- “‘Well,’ Viktor says helplessly, because it’s all ruined now, ‘I was going to try and seduce you.’” E

On Our Love by LiaoftheDawn- “Everything was so easy and real with Yuuri. Even with the lingering tension and the unspoken inevitability of separation, they somehow managed to fall back into something close to a routine, effortless conversation, easy jabs and quiet smiles and something he wanted to hold on to for the rest of his life. Home.” M

Question and Answer by chellthewriter- “Viktor is growing old, and his competitors seem to be growing younger and younger. Thus, with every passing year, Viktor finds fewer familiar faces at his Grand Prix banquets, and he wonders whether his attendance has become pointless. What he doesn’t realize, however, is that one unfamiliar, alcohol-reddened face can make the whole night more than worthwhile.” T

Some Things Require Leaving by idrilka- “It still amazes Victor, how much one person can feel like home.

(Or: On leaving and returning.)” T

Stay Awake with Me Awhile by kevystel- “The problem, should Viktor care to take the time to think about it, is that he’s no longer competing to win. He’s defending his title. It is a very different experience. It burns a hole in his palm, sometimes, on the mornings he lets himself sleep in.” T

True by animehead- “Viktor is spoiled, and Yuuri is his enabler.” E

Unimaginable by emilyenrose- “Sixteen year old Victor spontaneously travels to the future, where he’s… retired? And married?” T

Unwritten by kaizuka- “Soulmates AU where whatever you write on your own skin appears on your soulmate, but when there is a language barrier, meeting becomes just a little more difficult than it should be.” T

Victor Effing Nikiforov by shysweetthing- “AU in which Yuuri still doesn’t remember the banquet, somehow doesn’t blow Japanese Nationals, runs into Victor at the World Championships, and has absolutely no idea why his idol is suddenly friendly and incredibly handsy.

Does Yuuri care about his reasons? No. It’s Victor Effing Nikiforov.” E

They meet at Jerry’s. Dex is early. Nursey is late.

Dex woke up alone this morning. He had texted, last night. are you coming over?

Nursey had send back a pouting selfie. He sat at his desk surrounded by a stack of books and papers. ten page paper. sorry.

should i keep you awake? Dex wrote.

nah, it’s chill, Nursey replied.

jerry’s in the morning? gl with paper and everything. And Dex had plugged in his phone on the other side of the room and gone to bed.

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