man off was such a great game

Bootleg update!

Here are all the bootlegs i currently have, alphabetized this time :))

A Chorus Line
A Gentleman’s Guide to Love and Murder
A New Brain (with Jonathan Groff)
A little Night Music (with Angela Lansbury)
American Idiot
American in Paris OBC
Amélie with Philippa Soo
Amélie with Samantha Barks
An American in Paris
Anastasia OBC
Annie (US Tour)
Annie Get Your Gun
Anything Goes
Avenue Q
Bare: The musical (Off-Broadway)
Bare: a Pop Opera
Beautiful: A Carole King Story OBC
Beauty and the Beast OBC
Big Fish (Pre-Broadway)
Blood Brothers
Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson OBC
Bombshell (audio only)
Bonnie and Clyde OBC
Book of Mormon Chicago
Book of Mormon OBC
Bring it On
Cabaret Broadway cast
Cabaret With Emma Stone
Candide OBC
Carousel (Chicago 2015)
Carrie the Musical
Charlie and The Chocolate Factory (London)
Chess OBC
Chitty Chitty Bang Bang London Tour
Cinderella OBC
City of Angels OBC
Cyclone (audio only)
Dance of the Vampires OBC
Dear Evan Hansen OBC
Dogfight with Lindsey Mendez
Dr Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog
Dream Girls Unknown cast
Dream girls OBC
End of the rainbow
Evita (broadway 2012)
Fiddler on the Roof
Fiddler on the Roof (Broadway Revival)
Finding Nemo
Finding Neverland OBC
First Wives Club OBC
First date the Musical OBC
Follies (Revival cast)
Frozen Live!
Fun Home OBC
Funny Girl: The Musical
Ghost: the Musical
Gigi OBC
Grey Gardens (Broadway 2015)
Gypsy the Musical
Half a Sixpence (audio only)
Hamilton (with Javier)
Hamilton OBC
Hamilton OBC (with sheet music and recordings from workshops)
Hamilton OCC
Harry Potter and the The Cursed Child (audio only)
Heathers with Thomas Sanders (audio only)
Hedwig and the Angry Inch (Andrew Rennells)
Hedwig and the Angry Inch (Darren Criss)
Hello Dolly UK Tour
Holy Musical B@man!
Honeymoon in Vegas
Hunchback of Notre Dame
In the Heights OBC
Into the Woods
Jekyll and Hyde
Jesus Christ Superstar
Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat
Kinky Boots
Kiss me, Kate
La Cage au Folles (broadway 2010)
Legally Blonde
Lend me a Tenor (broadway 2010)
Les Mis
Lion King (London)
Little Shop of Horrors
Little Women
Love Never Dies (OBC)
Mamma Mia! OBC
Marilyn An American Fable
Marry Poppins US tour
Matilda with Eliza Madore
Matilda with Mimi Ryder
Matilda with Sophia Gennusa
Memphis (OBC)
Merrily we Roll along
Miss Saigon
My Fair Lady UK Tour
Natasha Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812 (audio only)
Natasha Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812 (video recording)
Newsies 2013 cast (Corey Cott, Kara Lindsay, Andrew Keenan-Bolger, Ben Fankhauser)
Newsies OBC
Newsies Tour
Next to Normal (Broadway Cast)
Next to Normal (OBC) (last performance of alice ripley, jennifer damiano, Brian d'Arcy James with speeches at the end)
Next to Normal (Off Broadway cast) (includes cut scenes and songs)
On The Twentieth Century
On a Clear Day OBC
On the Town (broadway 2014)
Once OBC
Once on this Island
Passion: The Musical
Peter Pan
Peter and the Starcatcher
Phantom of The Opera
Rent OBC opening night
Rocky Horror Picture Show
Saved! (Aaron Tveit and Original cast)
School of Rock OBC
She loves Me
Shrek the Musical
Side Show (off broadway)
Side Show OBC
Singing in the rain
Sister Act (London)
Something Rotten!
Sound of Music Broadway 1998
South Pacific
Spongebob the Musical
Spring Awakening (OBC)
Spring awakening (Deaf West)
Streetcar Named Desire (with Gillian Anderson)
Sunset Boulevard The Musical
Sweeney Todd
Sweeney Todd (audio only)
Sweeney Todd OBC
Sweet Charity US tour
Taboo the Musical by Boy George
Tangled the Musical (Disney Cruise)
Tarzan OBC
The Addams Family (audio only)
The Addams Family US Tour
The Color Purple
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime OBC
The Drowsy Chaperone
The Great American Trailer Park Musical OBC
The Jungle Book (chicago 2013)
The King and I
The Last Five Years
The Lightning Thief (early off-broadway)
The Lightning Thief (incomplete video)
The Music Man
The Newsboys Variety Show (OBC)
The Nightman Cometh
The Pajama Game OBC
The Producers
The Visit: The Musical
The Wild Party OBC
The Witches of Eastwick
The light in the Piazza
The little Mermaid
Thoroughly Modern Millie OBC
Tick Tick…Boom! (Original Off-Broadway Cast)
Titanic: The Musical
Tuck Everlasting OBC
Twisted: the untold Story of the Royal Vizier
Urinetown OBC
Waitress (Opening Night with Sara Bereilles) (audio only)
Waitress OBC
West Side Story
Who’s afraid of Virginia Woolf?
Wicked OBC
Wicked OBC (KC’s last)
Wicked Pre-Broadway
Wicked with Nicole Parker, Alli Mauzey, Aaron Tveit
Xanadu OBC
13 the Musical
25th Annual Putnam Spelling Bee
42nd Street

i’m super overwhelmed right now so i’m so sorry if it takes a few days for me to get back to you, but feel free to message me if you want one!!! i’m always happy to gift or trade!

Oh man! I know it’s been some time but I just have to say it: I loved the latest upd8! I mean, look!

First of all we have Tavros preventing Gamzeecalypse simply by throwing him off the rage game right into love limbo and all thanks to got-brought-back-to-life-by-Terezi confidence!

Then we have Feferi, who decided that Green Sun is a great opportunity to have beach party and Gamzee happily complied, as always! Murderstuck completely avoided and all thanks to Terezi-and-John-bringing-back-Feferi-to-life-movement!

Of course, it’s not like it stopped srs pale GamKars from happening, I mean, why should it??? Karkat never stood a chance against Gamzee-not-being-bad-thanks-to-Terezi-thinking-it-out-properly!

And because Terezi-thought-Eridan-deserved-a-second-chance-cause-this-would-only-be-just, Eridan gets to shine as a quadrant and history nerd! Also, don’t you think it’s a perfect situation for Rose to learn how to auspisticize?

And man, it was obvious that Terezi was going to bring Nepeta back to life so she can finally bond with her non-F4C3T1OUSLY and wow, can you see this helping Nepeta bring shipping out of the shadows and getting over her Vantas crush at the same time???

Then, there’s Sollux. Welp, shit happens when you make blind dude stay around. Guess it’s no big deal since he didn’t mean to and without drama Rose might see it as a wake up call from fate.

Almost forgot about this one! Look how happy Gamzee seems to be, like for the first or second time in his life probably! And he is bonding with Kurloz! Yay, finally bonding with dancestors!

Oh man, and then there’s Equius utilizing his fi%ing skills and helping alphas with prototyping properly! Aren’t you glad Terezi and John brought Equius back to life since it’s not his fault society messed up his head and his death was a result of that?

Some more Equius knowing what is he doing (oh, and there’s Vriska’s head too, I wonder what’s up with that).

And then there’s like Fedorasprite (FedoraPipesprite anyone???) helping guide Jane to her Dad and Kanaya seeing herself having a makeover done in another timeline and wow, aren’t you glad Terezi brought back to life everyone whose death seemed to be UNJUST.

Cause imagine what if she brought back to life only one character and that character would act like if whatever it did actually fixed everything thanks to its overgrown ego and what if it would steal other’s characters plots and character development and possible outcomes and-

OH W8.


i wrote an essay on my labyrinth feels and make a graphic to go with it

the way Sarah says “you have no power over me” at the end of labyrinth is SO IMPORTANT. she says it not as a decree that breaks his power over her, but like it’s a realization; it’s coming to a conclusion that he is already aware of. Because, really, what has Jareth been doing this whole movie but trying to prevent her from realizing this? He intimidates her, mocks her, threatens her, distracts her, and ultimately begs her: “just fear me, love me, do as I say…” all (except the last) empty attempts to convince her of his power, and her own inferiority. And when he does beg, his desperation becomes obvious enough for her to figure out his game, that he has no power over her and never did, game over, Sarah 1 Jareth 0.

And you can totally see this “f UCK DAMN SHE WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO FIGURE THAT OUT“ on jareth’s face just before he disappears; people make jareth out to be this Cool Sauve Villain but the thing is that he’s trying to come off that way.  he is actually kind of ridiculous; he’s running around desperately trying to impress this 15-year-old-girl who’s beating him at his own game and he is failing. and that’s great. labyrinth is great. labyrinth is a coming-of-age story about a teenage girl defeating the man who’s trying to bully her into submission by seeing right through his constructed facade of power, and calling him out on it.

 I like labyrinth because it has wonderful, bizzare special effects and horrible musical numbers and quirky characters and is a Cool Vintage Fantasy Movie. I love labyrinth because when i first saw this movie it sucked me in by being weird and endearing and then it said to my 15-year-old-identifying-with-sarah-self “YOUR WILL IS STRONG AND YOUR KINGDOM IS GREAT; NEVER LET ANYONE MAKE YOU BELIEVE YOU ARE NOT POWERFUL.”

I don’t know if I’ve talked about this on here before but my favorite thing about The Last of Us is the fact that Ellie, attacked and nearly beaten unconscious by a man who apparently wants to rape, kill, and/or eat her, grabs a machete and just fucking lays into him like she’s chopping down a tree with a dull butter knife.

and, okay, the entire time this fight is going on, we’ve seen Joel making his way to the building they’re fighting in. and the game makes you think, oh great, Scruffy Thirty-Something Action Hero Man is going to show up and save the Small Vulnerable Teenage Girl, how original. except he doesn’t. by the time he gets there the creepy fucker is already dead and Ellie is just getting her frustrations out by relentlessly beating him with the machete like the world’s least appetizing piñata.

and Joel, Gruff Laconic Emotionally-Closed-Off Dude Joel, becomes what? emotional support. he hugs her and tells her everything’s gonna be okay after she’s been through hell and saved her own damn fuckin self thank you very much. I just. I love that so much. inverting tropes is my shit and Ellie is a bamf. thank you.

bitty being nervous about nhl scouts part 2

read part 1

The television was black and blank. Only faint static filled the room. But then an ESPN logo animation and a few bars of a nighttime show jingle brought it awake.

Four men behind an odd futuristic desk began talking.

A man spit toothpaste into a sink, opened a door, and stepped into the room, facing the screen with his whole body.

“–and as for our moresurprising prospects leading into the summer, we have some really non-traditional hockey markets, you could say, showing up–”

“Really, there isn’t a nontraditional hockey market anymore–”

“What we’re talking about is–”

“Well look. Look. All I’m saying is,” One of the men piped up, spreading his hands, “Is Eric Bittle worth a look because he played with Jack Zimmermann, the Falconers’ leading scorer, who snagged a nearly-unprecedented A on his sweater in his first NHL season? Do the teams courting him think they’re getting a version of that?”

“I’d say no, Chris. Everything about this kid is different. His play is less polished and less physical. And yes, I know he’s still going to grow into his man body. He has a completely different relationship to the game. What they are probably looking for is a forward who has detail with the puck.”

“Then they’d be better off with Mike Rooney or, heck, Danniel Carson. People who can help a team right now, who have more under their belts. A Frozen Four win is great but–”

“We need to bring up his height. Maybe being under six feet tall in the NCAA works differently. You can’t teach height–”

“As a former short hockey player,” the third man to the left said, “no, you can’t teach height, but you shouldn’t need to. And yes, he might play a less physical game, he might only work in Samwell’s unique system of defensemen and linemates–but he has come this far after a concussion as a freshman. And then there’s the story. He’s from Georgia, if an American team winds up with him–there’s your angle. His dad’s a noted football coach. This kid is on Twitter all hours of the day and night–this is PR a team will love–he has a baking vlog, for Christ’s sake. This is the new NHL, walking and talking, and there are so many fans he can reach. possibly new players who didn’t think there was a place for them in sports even if they are talented.”

“I forgot that–his concussion kept him out of play for a bit.”

“You can’t teach bouncing back from an injury like that, either.”

Bitty turned off the TV and watched the bright bouncing dots vanish. Then he lay flat on his back on the bed. The moment he hit the pillow he was out. It felt like a moment later that he was awake again. Except he wasn’t in a bed, he was in a room, and his mother and father were seated next to him. And everything was bright for a moment, and in a loudspeaker a voice called out words that he couldn’t understand very well–and then he was on a stage, and a red cap and a jersey was given to him–

and the words formed themselves again as he tried again to understand them–

“…ick of the 2017 NHL Draft, the Montreal Canadiens select Eric Bittle.”

Bitty stared at a camera he didn’t own and tried to push the stiff cap down on his head. Tried to make it feel attached and close like his helmet did. Because it felt like it was barely perched there and could fall off at any moment

and be an omen.

Let’s just take a moment to appreciate the amazing man that is Ray Park:

  • He shows up to SWCO with a gallon of water, making an impressive entrance by showing off his Gorilla walk and ballet moves
  • Is energetic af
  • Absolutely loves the fact that he is a part of Star Wars
  • Makes fun of his own squeaky voice from back in the 90′s
  • Likes DJing
  • Is attractive af
  • A perfect example of someone who has a passion for what he’s doing and he loves and enjoys every second of it
  • His positivity is just so inspiring
  • Hair game on point 👌🏽
  • His signature ‘’butterfly twist’’ move
  • Is humble af
  • Brought Darth Maul to life
  • Has a great personality
  • Wants to be able to use the force so he can ‘’turn the TV on and off’’ 
  • Had a cameo in TPM as a Naboo guard and was holding the gun like he was in a Tarantino movie
  • Makes sound effects with every move he makes
  • Gets a compliment on his beard and simply replies with: ‘’I wanna be a Viking’’
  • And last but certainly not least:

Originally posted by weapon-sex


Yuri on ice Viktuuri One-shot. In which Yuuri challenges Viktor to not kiss him one week.


“Life is more fun if you play games” - Ronald Dahl, my uncle Oswald.


It was evening in St. Petersburg, Russia and just outside the windows of their apartment, the vibrant orange and red hues of the setting sun illuminated the clear skies just above. Not that Viktor (or Yuuri for that matter) were paying much attention to it anyway. Instead, the two of them were tangled together on one of the more plush sofas in their living room currently enmeshed within the each other lips. Viktor had taken to straddling Yuuri’s hips, resting atop his thighs and using his arms to prop himself on either side of the other his head while Yuuri was lying beneath him. Viktor’s hands were busy sliding their way up Yuuri’s sides, bunching up the shirt he wore and running his fingers across the warm skin underneath it as Yuuri’s arms were looped around his shoulders. The kiss that they were sharing wasn’t hurried or rushed, yet it was purely the two of them just enjoying the other’s presence in the closest way possible and Viktor was treasuring every second of it. The two were practically inseparable. There was nowhere that the other went to or was that the other wasn’t at their hip. It had become a constant thing. In the beginning it was more out of apprehension and paranoia than anything else but now their closeness was out of their increased connection to each other. They reveled in the other’s existence mentally, physically and spiritually. It was immensely satisfying to both of them to just be near each other at any point in time, but even more so in moments like this.

“You taste really good.” Viktor had told him in between kisses and Yuuri giggled.

“I had some fruit earlier if that’s what you mean.”

Viktor shook his head. “No not that,” he went back down to brush his lips over Yuuri’s again. “Well yes that, but you just naturally taste really nice…”

He then paused briefly. “Also you kind of taste like…chocolate?”

Yuuri smiled. “I had a little nutella earlier.”

“A little?”

He rolled his eyes. “Okay some.”

And Viktor chuckled softly, giving Yuuri a smile that made his cheeks turn upwards.

Of course.

“I’m going to have to hide it from you one day.”

“Why?” Yuuri questioned. “You’re not jealous because I might like it better than you, are you?”

“Not at all. And I know you love me more than nutella.”

“Do you now?”

“Yes,"Viktor leaned down to capture Yuuri’s lips again. "And I also know about the secret stash Yuri smuggles in for you.”

At this Yuuri froze, his eyes widening and Viktor grinned at his victory.

“How’d you find out about it?”

“I bribed him,” Viktor went to kiss his cheek. “Two new cheetah print jackets and he told me everything.”

“That’s not fair.” Yuuri pouted.

“I never said I was, love.”

And the petulant look Yuuri gave him after that was utterly adorable. Swooping down he pressed a long kiss to Yuuri’s lips in order to placate him and once he felt him soften underneath him he pulled back, but with doing so he took notice to the absolutely wicked grin plastered upon Yuuri’s face. Viktor’s eyebrows furrowed.


But Yuuri only grinned more devilishly. “Nothing.”

He then pulled Viktor back down to kiss him soundly; threading his fingers through his hair and dragging his lips wholly over Viktor’s which caused the man to moan softly. After a few seconds more, they parted and Viktor peered down at Yuuri through drooping eyes.

“I love kissing you.”

“I know,” Yuuri spoke, raising his hand to cup Viktor’s cheek. “And that’s why you’re not going to be able to kiss me again for a very long time.”

Now it was Viktor’s turn to completely freeze. Yuuri patted the side of Viktor’s face and moved to sit up, but Viktor took his wrists and pinned him back down to the sofa below.

“What do you mean I can’t kiss you for a very long time?”

“I mean that you can’t kiss me…at all. Not until I say you can at least.”

The expression upon Viktor’s face was of sheer disbelief, his mouth hanging agape until he shook himself out of his stupor. “Is this about your stash?”

“No it’s about you bribing Yuri to get him to tell you about it.”

“I lied.”

“Nope, too late,” His voice was chased by underlying laughter.

“But Yuu-”

Yuuri had wriggled his wrist out if Viktor’s grip far enough to place a finger to Viktor’s lips.

“You say I can’t live without Nutella…” A look of complacency etched itself onto Yuuri’s face pausing briefly to smirk. “Then I say you can’t live without kissing me.”

Viktor scoffed. “I can live without kissing you.”

Yuuri dead panned at this before craning upwards against Viktor’s hold and simply pecked him on the lips. After retreating, Yuuri snorted at Viktor’s feeble attempt to chase after him and then the man whined.

“That’s not fair.”

Yuuri shrugged deviously. “Never said I was, love.”

Curse this man…

Narrowing his eyes, the man let out a low growl of defeat.

“Fine,” Viktor relented. “How long do I have to wait before you forgive me?”

Yuuri tilted his, biting his lip in mock thought and Viktor fought back his urge to kiss the man again.

“Mm…5 days. Through nationals.”

There was a high pitch scream that resonated throughout Viktor’s mind but he folded both his lips together in order not to release it.

“5 days?” His voice was nothing more than a raspy squeak. Yuuri then nodded and Viktor watched as the man smiled even more impishly underneath him. He soon gathered all of his resolve, shutting his eyes briefly before heaving out a sigh of air. “Okay deal.”

“Great, so let’s play a game,” And using the not so hidden strength in his upper body, Yuuri used his own weight to push upwards and shove Viktor off of him (the man letting out a meek yelp as he did so) and backwards onto the other end of the couch. Now Yuuri was the one straddling the other man and holding his wrist at either side of his head. “Don’t try to kiss me for a week and you’ll get a prize.”

Viktor widened. “A week? But you just said 5 days!”

“True” Yuuri admitted nonchalantly. “But those are the rules and if you have enough restraint as you think you do, then it shouldn’t be a problem.”

He then groused. “What’s the prize?”

“You’ll know it soon enough.”

Viktor stared at Yuuri with wide eyes, his mouth opening; ready to protest the injustice of it all but then he was soon silenced as Yuuri leaned to hover just over his face. “Game on Vitya.”

Yuuri moved to get off of his lap after that, standing up straight and then sauntering back to their bedroom. Viktor sitting up to watch the slight sway of his hips as he did. He bit his lip. Yuuri could definitely be playful when he wanted to be and woefully cute whenever he was which just added to his secretly coy nature, but this…this was very different. Anyone else might have said he was bluffing, but Viktor knew Yuuri. Knew that familiar glint of seriousness he got in his eyes whenever he got determined to do anything and Viktor knew that Yuuri was determined to drive him up the wall with this little game of his. It wasn’t a tall order. Just seven days of no physical intimacy. He could easily manage that and it’d be over before he even knew it. He could do this.


He couldn’t do it.

It had only a couple hours into the next morning and Viktor’s reserve was already half empty. The night before when the two were getting ready for bed, Viktor had tried to snuggle up to Yuuri but the man had just continued to simply scoot away from him. He even placed Makkachin as a barricade between them in order to prevent any wandering hands or attempted closeness and Makkachin (being the little furry traitor he is) completely went along with it, even refusing to move when Viktor tried to pry him away from Yuuri to insert himself in the dog’s place. Makkachin would even growl at him, which in turn woke Yuuri and he chided him (something about influencing an innocent poor dog to his evil ways) before making his way to the living room for the rest of the night with Makkachin following right behind him. And Viktor had never felt more betrayed than that one moment after that. When he woke up the next morning, still partly tired due to him not being able to sleep the night before, he figured drinking some coffee would wake him right up, but upon turning into the kitchen the sight he found there jolted him awake faster than any amount of coffee would.
Yuuri was standing over the stove, cooking something Viktor assumed, but it wasn’t that that stirred that familiar feeling in the pit of Viktor’s stomach, it was what Yuuri was wearing that did it.

He wore his red and white Russian Olympic jacket, (that barely covered his ass as is) and nothing else besides a tight pair of dark blue boxer briefs. And Viktor felt his throat go dry. Upon sensing another presence behind him, Yuuri paused in his actions and twisted to see Viktor standing just beyond the kitchen’s entrance.


Yuuri’s voice was unusually cheery and the grin on his face was drawn just a bit too wide as if he knew just exactly what he was doing. And when he turned around, Viktor had to forcefully grip the nearby kitchen island in order to simply stay upright. Viktor had unfortunately miscalculated just how tight Yuuri’s shorts were and he also realized just how low they were as well. Not to mention that the jacket he wore was only partly closed so that he could see the captivating exposed jut of his collar bones.

“I was wondering when you were going to get up,” Yuuri then stood on his toes, reaching for the cabinet that was highest over his head and Viktor didn’t miss how his jacket rode upwards on Yuuri’s hips. “You’re normally up before I am.”

And it was then that Viktor actually realized he had been staring mindlessly at Yuuri’s legs after a few seconds of stalled silence between them. He then blinked rapidly in attempt to focus on something other than the man before him which proved a nearly impossible feat in itself.

“Are you okay?”

Viktor eyes shot towards Yuuri who was actually looking at him with genuine concern on his face and Viktor nodded fiercely. Taking the hand that had been bracing him upright on the kitchen table and using it to wipe at his eyes.

“Yea…yea, I’m fine.”

But Yuuri, still somewhat unconvinced, made his way to stand in front of Viktor (with Viktor of course, watching him every step of the way.) and placed the back if his hand upon his forehead.

“You don’t feel hot.”

Which was odd because on the inside, he was scorching.

“Do you want anything?”

Viktor let his eyes roam over the man in front of him, taking in every dip and curve that was available to him before he licked his lips.

“I can think of a few things…”

And they all involved pinning Yuuri down on the nearest surface, ravishing and kissing him bloody senseless.

“Oh, well there’s breakfast on the stove,” He turned, motioning to the various pans and pots arrayed on its surface. “If you want any.”

Viktor nodded, but naturally the man wasn’t interested in eating whatever Yuuri had made. He didn’t care for any of it. And maybe he’d have felt bad about letting the freshly cooked food go to waste if Yuuri hadn’t just tried to kill him just now.

“I’m gonna go take Makkachin out for a walk.”

Yuuri’s announcement brought Viktor oh of his musing once more and he let his eyes trail on Yuuri as he began to make his way out the kitchen. And even with all of the space on the opposite side of Viktor to walk through, of course Yuuri chose to squeeze, front first, past Viktor, allowing his body to press across his own. Viktor’s eyes screwed shut. He knew far too well that Yuuri’s actions were deliberate and he knew it by just how close he brushed up against him in order to exit the kitchen, but that didn’t mean that Viktor didn’t silently revel in every fleeting second of it. He watched as Yuuri disappeared back into their room down the hall, keeping his gaze on that direction until he reappeared some minutes later dressed in some baggy joggers with Makkachin in tow.

He then collected the keys off the island table that rested just beside Viktor’s hand and he didn’t miss how Yuuri’s fingers lightly brushed against it.
Yuuri made his way towards the door of the apartment as he grabbed the handle to open it.

“I’ll be back soon.”

And with a single bark from Makkachin, he watched as the door closed soundly behind them.

And Viktor dragged his palms over his face once more.

This was going to be a lot harder than he thought…


The second day (not too surprisingly) was a lot worse than the first. It was nationals week and practices were very intense and vigorous during this time due to it being the last stretch before competitions began. It wasn’t anything that he couldn’t handle, nor was it anything that he wasn’t adept to already but still, Viktor honestly felt miserable during the majority of it.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Viktor never looked up or responded to Yuri who had skidded to a halt beside him and simply continued to just stare across the rink at Yuuri who was busy practicing his own routines. With the man’s non telling silence, Yuri followed Viktor’s gaze until he too was looking upon the other skater.

Yuri then scoffed. “Yakov’s gonna pissed when he finds you over here drooling over your boyfriend instead of skating.”

‘Probably’ Viktor thought, but he really didn’t care for or to prep himself for Yakov’s guttural scoldings, because he was far to enamored in how gracefully Yuuri was gliding across the rink.

“Are you two fighting or something?” The boy questioned looking back down at Viktor. “Not that I’m complaining that you two aren’t, but normally you idiots are always all over each other.”

And Viktor could surely remember all the times when Yuri would yell 'gross’ at the both of them whenever they were being “too affectionate” in front of him but they never paid much heed to it. But with him hanging off to the side upon one of the rink’s benches with Yuuri in the far distance circling the ice, it was naturally due for some suspicion, but of course Viktor didn’t want to tell Yuri about his and Yuuri’s little game so he did the most logical thing.



Viktor expected a response of disbelief or shock , but upon peering up at the boy, he saw that Yuri was actually fairly amused.

“Wow,” He began, placing one hand upon his hip. “You must have fucked up pretty badly if Katsudon isn’t talking to you.”

But Yuuri was talking to him and he wasn’t angry at him either (Well Yuuri actually was upset with him…at least in his own wicked way), but it wasn’t anything serious. Admittedly, the talking has been sparse as well as awkward for the past day and some hours due to the regulations of the game, but they were talking. Although, it wasn’t their scattered conversations that was making him miserable. Viktor was, in truth a very affectionate person, everyone who currently resided in the rink knew it, but as Yuri so elegantly would point out he was even more so with his fiancé…or at least he had been before this game started. And ever since it did, he felt as if he couldn’t get in too close to Yuuri without breaking the one rule so in turn he was distant.

Just then Yuri hit him on his shoulder and caused him to jolt out if his thoughts and end his gaze upon Yuuri almost immediately. Viktor was just about to question the boy’s sudden action, until he noticed Yakov looming over them both with that familiar deep set frown wrinkling at the corner of his mouth.

“Why are you sitting down Vitya, practice has not been dismissed yet and you still have new routines to go over.” Yakov then looked to Yuri who was still standing at Viktor’s side. “Get back to the rink, Yuratchka.”

Yuri did as he was told, and skated back towards the back of ice rink where Mila and Georgi were situated. He then began to simply do some lazy figure 8’s around the rink’s border, the two watching the boy as he eventually rounded a corner and landed a single salchow with little effort. Yakov then turned back to Viktor.

“You do realize that nationals are at the end of this week, yes?”

Viktor nodded.

“And you do know that you must qualify there if you wish to go any further in the competitions.”


“Then why are you not focused?” Viktor bit his lip.

“I’m sorry Yakov.”

The older man then sighed. “It is not just you that you have to look after now, Vitya. You told me that you wanted to remain a coach while still competing yourself so you must be there for your student as well. I know you are fully capable of doing both and I know how impressive Katsuki can be, but he cannot coach himself-”

At the mention of Yuuri’s name, Viktor almost involuntarily looked past Yakov to the rink to find him talking to Yuri and he could feel the unease stirring within him as he saw a smirk work its way onto Yuri’s lips.

-have been out for almost a year and-Vitya are you listening to me?“

Viktor snapped back into the current reality for what seemed like the third time that day and shot upwards.

"Of course, routining the practice and flipping the quads, got it.

Yakov watched as Viktor then quickly made his way to the center of the rink and placed his forefinger and thumb to the bridge of his nose.

What was he going to do with this boy…


"Vitya keep your free leg up and off the ice!”

Yakov’s voice was echoing throughout the walls of the rink as he continued to reprimand his form and Viktor swore that even through the blur, he’d never seen his coach more red. He had been practicing for at least an hour now-maybe ten with how badly his legs were aching, but Yakov told him that he wouldn’t be able to rest until he landed all of his quads perfectly as well as consistently. Too bad he had screwed up on every single one of them so far.

“Keep your back straight and arms out, focus on keeping your balance!”

Which he was trying to do-desperately, but no matter what he did, he’d touch down, fall or under rotate and he could feel his own frustration growing within him. With rounding the rink’s edge for the 30th time, he spotted Mila, Georgi and Yuri standing again off to the side gazing at him with the smugest grins they could possibly muster. Then and in immaculate unison, they all puckered their lips and made kissing noises in his direction, before bursting out in laughter. And Viktor felt a nerve snap inside of his head. Skidding to a stop he searched the rink for that familiar light blue shaded jacket. Whipping his head around to each corner of the rink in effort to find him, because if he didn’t, Viktor was sure he’d internally combust in a matter of seconds. Eventually Viktor spotted him sitting upon one of the outer benches chatting and smiling away at his phone. Grinding his teeth, Viktor skated to the edge of the rink, ignoring Yakov’s prodding voice in the process and stepped out to toe himself out of his skates and made his way over to where Yuuri was seated.

Once he made it over to the other side if the rink, he noticed that Yuuri was still very engrossed on his phone (and apparently talking to Phichit) and that he hadn’t realized that Viktor was standing in front of him until nearly a minute afterwards.

Yuuri soon looked up to Viktor from his phone but the smile he had worn prior to this had slowly faded due to the expression upon Viktor’s face.

“Viktor, what’s-”

But the man grabbed his wrist and hauled him upwards before he could finish his sentence. Yuuri barely had enough time to set his phone on the bench when Viktor began to tug him onwards to what he guessed was the bathroom in the back of the building and heard a chorus of 'oo’s’ trail behind them as they did.

Once they made it there, Viktor pushed the door open to lead him inside, locking it shut behind them both before he backed Yuuri into the expansive sink counter and placed his hands on either side of him.

“You told them about it?”

Viktor didn’t really feel the need to clarify what exactly “it” was due to the fact that they both already knew the extent of the game that was going on between them as well as importance. It was exactly something that either of them was willing to forget or overlook.

“No,” Yuuri’s voice was earnest underneath Viktor’s staring. “Why would I have?”

And Viktor breathed a sigh of relief.

“Yuri kind of figured it out for himself…”


“He did I swear,” Yuuri insisted as Viktor drew closer one hand coming to raise in front of him as the other braced upon the counter. “I really didn’t want anyone else to know or for this to get out either Viktor.”

And it was ridiculous for him to think Yuuri would. Out of the two of them, Yuuri definitely was the more reserved (for the most part) in terms of the relationship 'behind closed doors and with their game out in the open now to other people it kind of did feel like the privacy they had had been breached. It also made Viktor’s discontent grow even further. It might be somewhat foolish to be this agitated over what should be a simple game especially since it was only just the second day, but it really couldn’t be helped.

“You seem really out of it today. "The sheer coyness that dripped from Yuuri’s voice caused him to grit his teeth. "Is something wrong?”

“You know exactly what’s wrong,” He hissed

A sly grin curled at the corner of Yuuri’s lips and the demure facade that he had just wore seconds ago practically melted away almost instantly.

“I didn’t know you’d be this bothered over it.”

And it was that specific tone that he always managed to effortlessly slip into that always seemed to chip away at his composure.

“I’m not,” it was a weak lie, one that he stuttered out as he pulled back from Yuuri. “But it’s not like you still aren’t trying your best to be…”

He paused choking back the rest of his sentence and Yuuri only took it as more of a challenge.

“To be what?”

And Viktor let his eyes roam over Yuuri in that moment.

Alluring…tempting…downright evil…

Any one of the three would have sufficed honestly to Viktor because all of them were undeniably true. A hand slid its way down his chest, to come rest just about halfway and Viktor was chanting at himself to ignore the heat pooling within him as Yuuri began to press himself against him.

“You can always give in…, "his voice was sultry and his breath was warm against his face "I’m right here Vitya…you know you want to…”

And he did. Letting his guard down for just that moment he realized that he’d be lying to himself if he said he didn’t. With the way Yuuri’s leg was inching its way up his hip, how close he was meshed against him and with the glossiness of his lips. Viktor was sure that with anymore pressure, the marble underneath his fingers would’ve crumbled. He really wanted to do it. He wanted to forget about the stupid game and its only stupid rule and just grab Yuuri’s face to kiss him right then and there…but he couldn’t. Tearing himself away, he took the hand that Yuuri had rested upon his chest and forcefully anchored it to the counter along with the other one, causing him to bow backwards slightly.

“Not today, Yuuri.”

“Maybe,” He shrugged.“But you still have 6 more to go. You won’t last long.”

“Try me.”

“I did…just now.”

Suddenly a hard knock sounded at the door and the two instinctively untangled from one another.

“Hey Geezer, Yakov said to get the hell out of the bathroom!”

They weren’t aware of neither the time nor how long they had actually been in there, but they derived that their time in here plus with their abrupt departure from the rink, they both had to have had the man fuming by now. After briefly glancing at Yuuri, Yuuri doing the same, Viktor left his side to go unlock the door and exited the bathroom. Already preparing himself for another one of Yakov’s grueling lectures when he made it back to the rink.


The third day Viktor thought, was simple enough. After a break from practice the three if them (Yuri included) decided to go to some quaint ice cream shop Viktor had suggested not too far from the rink. It was about a 10 minute walk and they had got there sometime after noon. The shop itself was mostly empty with only about a handful of occupants spread here or there so it was also fairly quiet save for the bell that tinkled as the three walked in. There was a wide assortment of flavors ranging from plain vanilla to more inventive and obscure flavors, but all three just went for their own personal usual. (Except for Yuuri strangely enough.) He has gone with plain vanilla, Yuri with peanut butter fudge swirl and Viktor opting white chocolate (with some other fancy toppings) and after Viktor paid the cashier, they all sat down at a lone table near the door. The talked idly about many things, (most of those things were about nationals and their routines due to the fact that it was so close) and simply filled their time with conversation until it was time to go back to the rink.

“Hey Katsudon,” Yuri called and the aforementioned picked his head up to look at the boy. “Watch my stuff, I gotta go to the bathroom.”

Yuri then scooted from his chair and made his way to the back of the shop where the restrooms were located which left Viktor and Yuuri by themselves at the table.

Like before, their time 'talking’ to each other were always awkward and mostly included silence. It was primarily due to Viktor not really knowing what to talk about that wasn’t about their game and from what he soon discovered Yuuri always practically (as well as very conspicuously) scoot his way into his lap whenever they did manage to actually have a normal conversation in order to see if Viktor would slip up and kiss him somehow. He was always on constant vigilance because Yuuri truly was extremely sneaky.

As Viktor looked back across the table he instantly met eyes with Yuuri whose chin was propped upon his hand.

“I never knew you liked vanilla ice cream.”

Yuuri shrugged. “It’s not really a favorite of mine,” He spoke. “But I kind of wanted to try something a little different.”

Fair enough.

But then, that familiar expression soon set itself upon Yuuri’s features, the one that he wore whenever he was about to do something drastic…and Viktor knew that mischievous glint in his eyes all too well. Grinning, Yuuri went back to the ice cream cone in his hand (which wasn’t much in itself) but then he began to lick over it with wide, long, slow strokes of his tongue and Viktor knew what he was trying to do almost immediately. Yuuri repeated his actions; using the flat plane of tongue to wipe at the frozen liquid before deftly swiping along the cone’s edge and gradually trailing upwards. He then swirled over its curled top a few times prior to sinking his lips around it and sucking off a generous amount. And he did it all while never breaking eye contact. Viktor’s hand clenched at the fabric of his pants. Yuuri hadn’t done too much yesterday and what he did attempt to do nearly severed his reserve, but now was the first time he’d actually ever done something like this. And it was just now that Viktor realized exactly why he had gotten vanilla instead chocolate…

Viktor bit his lip. Yuuri’s show had been bad enough to sit through, but of course he had been just so coincidentally sitting in front of an air vent and its heat was causing the ice cream cone to slowly melt. It wasn’t mess by any means, but the treat was beginning to leave a few tracks of melted liquid on Yuuri’s hand and wrist. Viktor silently prayed that he would take one of the bountiful napkins that sat in the middle of their table and wipe his hand with it, but he already knew that that would be far too merciful. Instead of doing what Viktor had desperately hoped he would, Yuuri instead switched the cone to his left hand and then let his tongue slowly lick up the streaks off the other. Finger by finger until he eventually drew his index finger into his mouth and released it with a loud pop. With the devious that Yuuri gave him, Viktor could tell that he was fully aware of his own diabolical intentions He also knew that Yuuri was very much enjoying watching him squirm within his chair and how thoroughly bothered by his actions he Viktor was, but it was all a part of his plan. Yet the worse thing about it was that Viktor knew that it would only get more unbearable as the week went on and he was already dreading it just thinking about it.

It was only a moment later when Yuri returned from his trip to the bathroom and began to make his way back to their table but not before he paused to shoot Viktor a questionable look.

“How the hell did you get ice cream all over your shirt?”


The fourth day had been taxing. Nationals were tomorrow in Moscow and he had been at the rink for most of the day trying to perfect his routine. The routine itself was very flashy in terms of the amounts of jumps that he had incorporated into it due to the fact that he wanted to go for the highest score possible, but he decided that since this was most likely going to be his final debut in the ice skating world he might as well give the audience one last show. As he walked into the apartment, Viktor took note that it was fairly dark and shrouded in silence. Which wasn’t entirely strange since it was late as well as night out, but he had just though Yuuri might have waited up for him. Setting the keys down on the island table in the kitchen he made his way back to their bedroom, figuring that Yuuri was probably in there. Upon approaching the room he saw that the door was slightly ajar and that the dim light of it that spilled through the crack out into the hall. A sign that might have signaled Yuuri hadn’t fallen asleep yet. Viktor went to grasp the door’s handle but as he did so he hesitated to push it open. It was crazy to say, but he had not the slightest idea of what was waiting for him behind that door and it was honestly an intimidating thought. It was the fourth day in their little game, some bit past the half way mark and in his mind he was expecting something extreme. Yuuri hadn’t really tried anything with him today in terms of his usual fair and in fact the day between them had been pretty calm, but that’s exactly what worried him. Exhaling a soft breath he gripped the handle and slowly pushed to enter the room, but upon doing so, his entire mind shut down.

He had been correct in his assumption that Yuuri had been awake, but what he had been incorrect in was how severe his hell was going to be.

Lying upon the plush mattress, right in its center, was Yuuri, splayed put in the most provocative position possible with arms raised above his head and legs folded in on one another. Wearing nothing but one of his red and gold silk robes.

And in that moment, Viktor actually forgot how to breathe.


Viktor’s response was delayed but when he actually managed to recover, it came out as nothing more than a series of mangled babbles. He watched as Yuuri gradually rose from the bed to a sitting position before eventually coming to stand before him and it was then that Viktor could truly feel that familiar deep stir well within the pit of his chest. Within the golden light of the room, Yuuri looked sinfully beautiful. The kind of beauty that ignited a fire underneath him and made him forget how to think or speak. Yuuri’s hair was tediously slicked back, his eyes almost seemingly amber underneath the long lashes that shielded them as he peered up at Viktor and the smooth expanse of one of his shoulders tantalizingly visible to his sigh due to the large size of the robe. And Viktor could feel the heat fill his face.

“I was waiting up for you,” Yuuri’s was so sultry that it made him shiver as he felt him trail a hand across Viktor’s neck and shoulders. “I missed you…”

“I was only gone for a few hours.”

“I know,” Yuuri then gripped tightly at Viktor’s shoulders and spun him around before pushing him down forcefully upon the bed below. He then hiked up the hem of the robe to expose the long length of his legs in order straddle him. “Still too long.”

The devious smile that he gave Viktor from on top his lap was almost enough unsettle him, but it was when Yuuri latched onto his neck began to kiss his way down that actually made him go completely lax. They started off as simply pecks here and there, feather light and ultimately soft, but as the seconds passed, they became heavier and turned into sucks as well as bites that would surely leave dark bruises in the morning, but he couldn’t even will himself to think on it properly at that moment. A hiss left slipped its way through his teeth as Yuuri bit down almost painfully at the spot just beneath his ear, but it soon turned into a hitched sigh as he licked along it with a stripe of his tongue. And Viktor could feel his smile against his neck as he did.

“It’s late…” he said softly, trying to focus on putting forth a coherent sentence. “W-we should p-probably go to sleep for tomorrow…”

“Probably,” His voice was slightly muffled against the crook of his neck as he continued his ministrations. “But you don’t want to stay up with me Vitya?…”

And the use of that name… paired with the utter sensuality of Yuuri’s voice made all the blood drain from his head and rush straight to his already hardening cock.

He then withdrew from his neck to hover just over Viktor’s ear, his lips just barely brushing it.

“Let me take care of you…”

At the last lingering kiss that Yuuri placed behind his ear, Viktor could feel himself finally unravel and It wasn’t long before Yuuri began to slowly roll his hips. His head fell back into the pillows beneath it. It was slow, almost torturously so, but there was no doubt in the pleasure that was increasingly washing over him and Yuuri only continued to go at it more deeply. Their sighs melded together until their breaths soon became one within the silence of the room. Viktor’s hands soon found Yuuri’s hips, never clutching at them but only resting upon them firmly enough to hold him steadily in place. There was voice in the back of his head telling him that all of this was just another one of Yuuri’s obvious ploys, but the heavenly feel of his body against his own wholly took over any logical thought that might have existed within his mind. Instead, It was drew blanks with every rut of Yuuri’s hips and each kiss that he lavished upon his neck. He was surrounded in that familiar floral scent that always radiated from Yuuri’s skin and he felt himself become lost within it. He could hear the soft pants that escaped from Yuuri’s lips and the warm breaths that washed over his neck as he continued to drive forward in a dragged out repetitive movement. He then sat upwards, using his hands to prop himself upon Viktor’s shoulders and began to roll his hips even more thoroughly. Viktor was the only one of the two who was fully clothed while Yuuri himself wore absolutely nothing underneath the robe he was wearing. It was a deliberate move on Yuuri’s part and Viktor knew this. The feel of Yuuri’s warmth against the thin joggers he wore was meant to unhinge him; push him over the edge. And it was working. He could feel the pace his heart quickening as he looked towards the ceiling of the room. Desperately trying to focus on anything that wasn’t Yuuri, but of course he faltered and hesitantly went to gaze upon him.

A mistake if he ever made one.

The fabric of the robe had completely fallen off both his shoulders, leaving the skin beneath it bare to the air around them and strands of his dark hair were now falling into his face. He was utterly flushed; sweat forming at his hairline as he peered down at him through lust filled eyes.

He was gorgeous… With his brows knitted together and his lips pursed, it was hard to tell where the line was drawn between their game and the pleasure derived from it, but regardless of the border, he could tell they were both slipping. He wanted it to continue, wanted to tear the remains of the robe that Yuuri wore to shreds if need be. To take him for himself. And It was taking all of Viktor’s sheer will not to because he knew if this went on, he most definitely going to break the game’s one rule so he had to stop. Before Yuuri could attempt anything else, he put his strength into twisting himself over which in turn knocked Yuuri off his lap, sending him to the mattress below and Viktor was quick to crawl over him and pin down Yuuri’s wrists after that. He couldn’t really remember how many times they have been in this exact situation within the past days with Yuuri doing his utmost best to seduce him and Viktor tenuously resisting all of his advances. It was almost like a muscle memory to him at this point.

“You really are evil Katsuki Yuuri, you know that.”

Yuuri’s eyes were ablaze with complacency as a smirk weaseled its way onto his still glossy lips. “You weren’t complaining about me being evil just now.”

And he couldn’t really argue about that.

“What am I going to do with you?”

“Anything you want.”

Viktor grinned. “Nice try, but still not good enough.”

Yuuri then huffed. “I almost had you.”

“Almost, being the key word.”

Yuuri growled as he narrowed his eyes. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

At this Yuuri pouted and blew out a puff of air that sent loose strands of his slicked back hair from his face. He then looked back up at Viktor, with eyes bigger than they already naturally were and Viktor could feel his leg return to that familiar place on his own hip.

“Kiss me.”

And Viktor could only laugh.

“I guess you’ve finally ran out of ideas, love.”

Yuuri frowned. “Please?”

“Nope, not doing it,” He then leaned down to stare at Yuuri pointedly yet far enough so that he wouldn’t be able to try anything. “You said a week, nothing less. I’m winning this.”

Viktor then released Yuuri’s wrists and then moved to get off the bed before heading out the door, Yuuri rising to watch him leave with another indignant pout plastered onto his lips.


The fifth day admittedly was a little nerve wrecking for him. The Russian Nationals were today and he could feel the pressure building upon him. Not to say that he wasn’t confident, because he was. He knew his routine to a T, practiced it for days on end to ensure a smooth performance since he had been out the competitive game for more than a year now and he wanted a great debut. But unfortunately his mind was occupied with… other things at the moment. Last night, for the second time, he hadn’t really been able to sleep too well. If Viktor honestly had to count, he would say that he did technically sleep for a good amount of time, maybe a bit over eight hours so he felt rested in those terms, but in others he felt particularly restless. The truth was he really couldn’t stop thinking about Yuuri. He couldn’t last night and he couldn’t now. His last ploy in seducing him into kissing him lit a fuse within him that was still wildly burning, threatening to go off at any moment and all he wanted to do was find some way to put it out before it did, but he still had two days left. Two pain filled days of absolute internal anguish ahead of him and it made him want to bang his head against a wall due to the fact that it was still the break of dawn on 5th one. The programs were due to start in a few minutes and he found himself scurrying down the halls of the arena in order to find him, (since they had parted separate ways upon arriving) but with each corner that he rounded the halls were basically empty and he couldn’t help but let out a low frustrated growl under his breath. In his head he chided himself for what he was doing. Briskly making his way through the arena in attempt to find his fiancé and potentially fuck him up some random wall to rid himself of his own pent up lust before it was time to skate, but in truth he didn’t care. He would keep the regulations intact and not kiss him, but in all sincerity, kissing Yuuri was the least of what he was planning to do to him.

Rounding one more corner he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Yuri making his way down the south wing with Yakov in tow at his side.

“Yuri!” The boy and Yakov turned to face him as he jogged up to meet them and Yakov scowled.

“Vitya what are you doing back here? You’re program starts in the next 20 minutes!”

“I know, but I’m trying to find Yuuri,” he then directed his attention to Yuri. “Have you seen him?”

Yuri removed his ear buds from out his ear, before tilting his head briefly in the opposite direction. “The last time I saw him he was still in the dressing room, but that was like 10 minutes ago.”

Viktor smiled and without thinking he quickly hugged the boy. “Thanks.”

“Yea Yea whatever,” He then pushed the man off. “Just remember whatever you two idiots do in there, you automatically forfeit if you’re no shows.”

Viktor didn’t really stay to process the underlying meaning of Yuri’s words because he had already taken off in the other direction towards the dressing room.


He got there ten minutes later. The dressing rooms were located in the far back of the arena underneath the first staircase and he cursed himself for not getting there quicker since Yuuri was due to go on in the next five. Upon approaching the door, he reached for the handle, but before he could do so, the door swung open and there stood Yuuri.

And the only way to possibly describe how he looked was…breathtaking. His hair was in its familiar slicked back state and his lips were redder that usual, (lipstick maybe) but what really made his breath catch in his throat was his costume. It was black, a much richer one than his Eros one and shimmered with specks of silver. Two sheer cuts sliced their way down his left shoulder and at his hip and curled to lead just under the pit of his arm. The costume’s sleeves were long in themselves with a strap to go over his middle finger and from what Viktor could see, also a sheer fabric running down the inner side. And lastly a long flowing ruffled train adorned the tights that stuck to his toned legs.

He was the most beautiful person he had ever seen…

“Oh Viktor, I need your help.”


Yuuri then turned around and Viktor nearly choked on the very air he breathed. A large cut out exposed the entirety of Yuuri’s back and tapered off to a V at the lowest possible point of it, just between the dimples. Viktor swallowed the lump within his throat.

“Could you get this for me?”

Tearing his eyes away from the pale stretch of Yuuri’s back he focused long enough to see Yuuri holding the costume’s neck clasp within his fingers. Viktor then took them within his own hands and maneuvered the hook into its rightful place and adjusting it be for letting his arms drop back to his side.

Yuuri then spun back around to smile at him.


Just then the overheard speaker system rang throughout the arena calling for Yuuri to come to the rink, and as his head turned to face the speaker on the opposite wall above them, Viktor couldn’t help but to stare and admire him from afar.

After the second call Yuuri turned back towards Viktor. “I have to go, but I’ll see you later. Good luck on your program.”

“You too.”

After that exchange, Viktor then watched as Yuuri made his around the corner to the elevator on the other side of the dressing rooms and waited for it to ding open. Once it did, he stepped inside and pushed the button on the panel for the top floor. And a few seconds after that the doors shut closed.


Viktor made it back up to the rink just as he heard Yuuri’s musical composition began to play. Walking through the set of double doors, he made his way down the set of stairs and nestled himself within a crowd of people directly on the center side of the rink. The music was a booming classical piece, with hard percussion, horns and piano keys that preluded massive swells. It was an extremely hauntingly beautiful piece and Viktor was mesmerized with each note. The area in which he stood was coincidentally the perfect view of the ice so he could see everything. He watched intently as the long train of Yuuri’s costume fluttered like a black ruffled leaf in the breeze through the air and how it trailed elegantly behind him as he sped around every corner. He saw every single flawless jump which included five quads that he landed perfectly as well as the unrelenting ferocity and poise in his movements. And Viktor was certain he’d never seen anything else like it. He was utterly incredible…

Two minutes later, Yuuri’s program was over and there was no delay as the audience erupted in thunderous cheers and applause merely seconds afterwards. Looking out at Yuuri standing upon the center of the ice with his hands outstretched and a glorious smile etching itself onto his lips, suddenly to Viktor, nothing else mattered. Not his program, not any of the other skaters that would come after. Not even the game that had lasted between them for the past few days. Everything around him became meaningless, except that man who stood proudly in front of him. As the cheers continued, Viktor could feel how wildly his heart was beating within his chest at that moment and just how powerful the yearning tearing at him had become. Viktor’s eyes never left Yuuri’s form as he skated towards the kiss and cry where Yakov waited for him just at its entrance to hand him his skate guards. And watching Yuuri in that moment Viktor soon and surely knew what he was going to do.


After his own program concluded, Viktor sat down for multiple interviews with Russian news outlets on his return to skating after his yearlong break. Everyone was interested in him and heckled him for any semblance of a response especially after his scores had been revealed. It had been high. Very high actually; a 92.56. Some points lower from his usual routines from before his break, but it was still a very good score and he currently resided in second place. First place on the other hand was of course Yuuri who scored with the phenomenal amount of 95.33 points for his first national debut in Russia and besides himself, Yuuri’s name was the only thing he would hear from everyone’s mouths throughout the arena and Viktor couldn’t be any happier. He really had no interest in answering any of the seemingly endless questions the news outlets shot at him, but nonetheless he smiled grinned and nodded just for the sake of the camera. It was tiresome after a time because the questions soon became repetitive and superficial, but even more than that, it became tiresome because all he truly wanted was leave and find out where be Yuuri had gone to again. After about another 20 minutes give or take, the interviews finally concluded and as soon as they did, Viktor made his way down the low stage steps and quickly set off to find Yuuri.

For his luck, (and joy) Viktor found him four minutes later sitting on the somewhat empty bottom row of bleachers closet to the rink watching Yuri’s own performance. Upon looking him over, he noticed that Yuuri had changed out of his costume and was simply dressed in his regular fair of black pants and a light jacket, though instead of his normal Japan themed jacket it was the newly designed white and blue team Russian one for this year. It didn’t take long for Yuuri to notice Viktor’s presence at his side, but Viktor never gave him a chance to speak or question it before he grabbed his wrist to tug him upwards. It had almost looked as if Yuuri actually wanted to say something to him, but again and almost like a replica of their time at the rink a few days ago, Yuuri followed him wordlessly. He led him out the door and into the main hall of the arena. It was mostly empty due to everyone being in the ice rink and Viktor thought it was perfect because he didn’t want anyone to see them. He just wanted to find somewhere-anywhere that he could be remotely privately with Yuuri. Eventually he settled upon an open storage closet located on an abandoned hallway and tugged Yuuri along towards it. Once there, he opened it, guiding Yuuri inside before shutting it and locking it in place. And immediately after doing so, Viktor quickly went to grab his face and dragged Yuuri forward to kiss him deeply. Yuuri never tensed at Viktor’s abrupt action or ever gave any indication of surprise at Viktor’s actions and instead he returned the kiss wholly with equal fervor and went to fist his hands in Viktor’s jacket. And Viktor hummed in satisfaction. It was strikingly obvious that from the way Yuuri was kissing him back that he hadn’t been the only one that had missed this and the way they melded together so seamlessly even after all those days was so utterly perfect that it made his head spin.

Viktor withdrew from Yuuri, Yuuri doing the same and began to stroke his cheek with his thumb.

“I guess I lost.”

Yuuri nodded rapidly and Viktor could feel his fingers curl more tightly into the fabric of his jacket.


After a second of staring into Viktor’s eyes, Yuuri stood on his toes to recapture Viktor’s lips with his own and threw his arms around his neck to steady himself. Their challenge, right now, was no more than an afterthought at the moment for neither of them cared about it anymore. The only thing that mattered to Viktor right now was the softness of Yuuri’s lips as well as needy kisses that he was brushing against his own and how they made him forget everything. His hands drifted to grab at Yuuri’s hips as he dug his fingers into the fabric of his jacket there. God he had missed this. The feeling of Yuuri pressed fully against him and his fingers threading through his hair. Viktor had almost forgotten what he tasted like in their time apart but when he licked his tongue past Yuuri’s lips he was reminded instantly. Yuuri whimpered at this and proceeded to draw Viktor closer to him, grabbing his hair to pull him closer in order to deepen the kiss. They both shared a breath. Kissing each other to thoroughly that it was almost a struggle to breathe and the pace of it never relented. It was hard and heavy smack of lips that soon turned into a open mouth kiss of tongues, Viktor taking to suck on Yuuri’s own briefly before returning to drag his lips over his, drawing out a deep moan in the process. Leaving his mouth, he began to trail kisses at the corner of his mouth then at the side of his jaw. One of Yuuri’s hands left its hold on Viktor’s hair to clutch at the skin of his neck as his lips made their way down his own. Viktor was quick to lay waste to Yuuri’s jacket, zipping it down and discarding it off to the side in order to expose more of his collarbone. The storage room was all shelves bolted to the walls of the closet which meant that there was no surface to sit or rest upon so Viktor simply backed Yuuri into one of the shelves behind them. He could hear items being knocked over, falling to scatter upon the floor from the rough impact but he didn’t care and only chose to slide his hand underneath Yuuri’s t-shirt. A soft gasp made its way past Yuuri’s lips at the coldness of Viktor’s hand but it was promptly silenced when Viktor went to press his lips to his. Fingers tugged at the hem of his shirt gesturing for it to be removed and Yuuri obliged, separating himself from Viktor only long enough to remove it before he kissed him again. Suddenly the bustle and loud chatter of people made its way to both of their ears and caused the two to separate. It was obvious that a crowd gathering outside, either from intermission or thd programs concluding. Of course they had no idea of telling which, especially due to the fact that they didn’t know how long they had been in here, but it was clear (almost painfully) that their time was limited. Viktor met Yuuri’s eyes.

“I think the programs might be finished."His voice came out in a series of pants.


They both went quiet to listen to the crowd outside and only realized that the noise had gotten louder. Remembering that he had his phone, Viktor fished around in his pant pocket to retrieve it. Holding down the power button briefly, the screen lit up to reveal the current time.

“It’s twelve twenty-five.”

Viktor then looked back at Yuuri who looks as if he was recalling something in his head. “The competition doesn’t end until one thirty today.”

And that meant that the crowds of people outside were definitely on break for intermission and the reshaping of the ice. This meant that they potentially had an hour. But that was only if someone didn’t catch them first. The door was locked, yes, but it was a storage closet and upon looking around it was a storage closet for food and snacks for the concessions stands just out front. It was entirely possible that someone would come in eventually, with keys to find them in here and of course he didn’t want that. Viktor first other thought was that they could just wait until they got back to their hotel which was only a block down to avoid that possible outcome, but they were already here…

Viktor raised his head to look at the man in front of him. “Do you have…?”

“No,” His voice was rasp and faint.“Do you-”

Viktor shook his head. “No.”


That of course complicated things. Musing over the possible options he realized that there weren’t much and he found himself within the same dilemma as before. Wait…or risk it. For a third time, He looked back to Yuuri and let his eyes roam over him briefly. He was still painting himself. Hair ruffled, flushed a faint pink with his lips pursed and plump. Darting between Yuuri’s dark eyes and those glossy, inviting luscious lips, Viktor quickly decided that he would risk it. He kissed Yuuri again with more vigor and urgency, pressing him even further against the shelf behind them as his hands gripped his shoulders.

He was so gorgeous…

They continued their passionate kiss for while, but Viktor broke it.

Standing from his place on the floor he snaked his arm around Yuuri’s waist, licking his lips clean before dragging him forward to kiss him. Still pliant from his body being spent, he followed easily and raised his hands to rest upon Viktor shoulders. Neither of them moved to deepen it for it was just a simple, equal press of their lips against the other’s and after a minute or two they separated and took to rest their foreheads together.

“I guess I really can’t go without kissing you…”

Yuuri gave a raspy brief laugh at this. “It was worth it though.”

Viktor nodded, but he then paused. He withdrew from Yuuri but only far enough for his face to come clearly into focus as his brows rose.

“Do I still get my prize?”

“What prize?” Yuuri questioned slight confusion dawning upon his features.

“The one you said I’d get if I went a week without trying to kiss you.”

“Oh,” Yuuri’s eyes widened slightly but then he chuckled. “You just got it.”


“The prize was that you got to kiss me.”

Viktor watched that familiar grin break out across Yuuri’s face as he tried to stifle his laughter, but of course he was failing terribly.

“I hate you.” He pouted.

“No you don’t.”

Viktor then smiled as he began to lean back down to kiss him again.

“I know.”

Playing with Fire

Pairing: Steve X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Smut, Oral (FR/MR), Unprotected Sex (Wrap it up y’all), Swearing

Word Count: 3600  Apparently I have no chill

A/N: First time writing smut, please be gentle, but feedback is always appreciated!! Let me know if you want to be tagged/untagged :-)

Tagging: @buckyb-avengers @avasparks @fvckingavengers


As I lean over the pool table trying to line up my next shot, I feel Steve come up behind me.  He drapes his body over mine and adjusts my hands on the cue “There, try that.” He whispers.  From our position I can feel his warm breath on my neck.  I can also feel the heat of a blush rising to my face. “You’re blushing Y/n” I hear Wanda say from inside my head, and I don’t have to see her to know she and Nat are sporting matching smirks. I take a steadying breath and attempt to sink the ball at which I’m aiming.  Pulling back the cue, I shoot, and not shockingly, I miss the shot.  Groaning I stood up. “You’re getting better” Steve offers.  Laughing and rolling my eyes “ I wouldn’t go that far”. Bucky lines up his next shot, and naturally sinks it, thus ending the game.  Heaving a sigh of relief, I walk over to Bucky “thanks for putting me out of my misery” I say gratefully.  Chuckling he pulls me into a hug “anytime Y/n” and pressed a kiss to the top of my head.  I miss the smirk that he threw at Steve and the glare that was returned.

I had known Steve since he came out the ice all those years ago, Fury tasked me with getting him up to date on all that he had missed, and we fell into an easy friendship. Over the years he had let me in, and then I could see the funny and kind man behind that iconic shield. I grew to love him, and then grew to be in love with him.  I never acted on my feelings, however, as I put too much stock in our friendship.  When Bucky came back into the picture, I worried that I would lose my best friend, however, Bucky became an integral part of my life, as well as Steve’s.  I don’t know if it was because he saw how much I valued Steve or that we just got along well, but soon we three were near inseparable.  

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Gran Knows Best

by smokesforsterek // ladiekatie

For @acountrygirlsfun a few days early but I was so excited I had to post it early!!! Happy birthday Caitlin! 

General Audiences | 2,900 | Sterek | 1/1 | Complete 

“Derek Hale, when are you going to ask that nice young man to marry you?” Grandma Hale asks from her spot on the porch, overlooking the backyard.
“We’ve only been dating for 6 years,” Derek huffs out a breath, a small smile appears on his face.
“‘Only'” she says trying mimic him, “like 6 years is two weeks. If he was a woman he would be begging for a ring at this point,” she jokes.

or the one where Gran and Laura knock some sense into Derek about finally asking Stiles to marry him.

“Derek Hale, when are you going to ask that nice young man to marry you?” Grandma Hale asks from her spot on the porch, overlooking the backyard.

It’s her 96th birthday, and the whole Hale clan was invited to her house in Napa Valley for the party. When Talia said the whole family, she meant the whole family . Cousins Derek hasn’t seen in years along with nieces and nephews he’s never met filled the huge house to the brim. Every couch, bed, recliner, pull out bed, and sleeping bag has a body in it, along with half the hotel down the street.

“Gran,” Derek blushes from his spot next to her on the little porch. The younger ones are playing out on the massive lawn that fills the backyard, Stiles among them. It looks like he’s trying to organize a game of kickball, or maybe red rover. Off in the distance, the pool is splashing and screams of fun come from the same area. His aunts, uncles, and parents are inside, crowded around the kitchen table sharing drinks and stories from their youth. The sound of heartbeats everywhere is comforting to him in a way he can’t explain.

“Well Derek, I don’t see what’s taking you so long. Stiles is a great young man. He discovered the family secret and still stuck around. That’s a keeper in my book,” her eyes look over the top of her glasses. “You’ve been together nearly as long as I’ve been alive for pete’s sake,” she laughs a couple of times, full bellied laughs that are familiar to her.

Derek huffs out a breath, a small smile appears on his face. “Only about 6 years,” he corrects. He looks over to his gran. She is an amazing woman, truly. Derek hopes he can be half the alpha that she is, someday, hopefully with Stiles by his side.

”’Only ,’“  she says trying mimic him, “like 6 years is two weeks. If he was a woman he would be begging for a ring at this point,” she jokes. Her voice is just as he remembers it when he was a kid, and she was nearly 30 years younger. She doesn’t look 96, werewolf genes keep her going longer than humans. Gran still has a good 20/25 years ahead of her.

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Oh, I don’t know. Is it that we collectively thought Steve Jobs was a great man, even when we knew he made billions off the backs of children? Or maybe it’s that it feels like all our heroes are counterfeit? The world itself’s just one big hoax. Spamming each other with our running commentary of bullshit, masquerading as insight, our social media faking as intimacy. Or is it that we voted for this? Not with our rigged elections, but with our things, our property, our money. I’m not saying anything new. We all know why we do this, not because Hunger Games books makes us happy, but because we wanna be sedated. Because it’s painful not to pretend, because we’re cowards. Fuck society.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm currently writing a story in which the protagonist is blind. The story is set in a fantasy world, and I've found that it's difficult to find advice on how to write a blind character in a fantasy setting. Most articles I stumble across are about blind characters in the modern world. Do you have any tips on writing a blind fantasy character? I want to make sure my story doesn't sound super ridiculous (a huge part of the plot is that she can kick ass).

This is actually a topic that sits quite close-to-home with me. I’m not blind, however, I’m partially sighted. My left eye has no sight, and have reduced vision in my right. I don’t know things from a blind person’s perspective, but I’ll do my best from what I know and what I would do. 


If you are writing this story from a first-person perspective then you will need to think a novel way to include descriptions of your world. It’d actually be quite interesting, relying solely on sounds and the imagined landscapes of your protagonist. If they have not always been blind, then you could include things from that perspective too. 

Also, you must do a lot of research into how blind people cope doing simple every day tasks. A lot of tasks will be the same in a fantasy world as they are in a modern setting: getting dressed, washing pots, etc. But also blind people who, say, take archery classes or anything like that. A lot of cool RNIB groups take blind people out for activity days where they might do a lot of things your protagonist might end up doing.

Research How Blind People were Treated in Different Cultures

A lot of fantasy draws upon different cultures laws, traditions, etc, and plays with them to create a completely different world. 

Add a lot of historical cultures, too. Because in the modern day many cultures are bound by the UN and Geneva Human Rights conventions, but some practises, right or wrong or simply tradition, might have gone on beforehand. 

Here’s some to start you off;

The Human Condition is Still The Human Condition

I’ve often heard it said about fantasy and sci-fi that, all though the worlds are different and strange, the characters must be human. (Well, unless they are aliens—that’s another topic.) But they must feel things, think things, work things out. And, all though your protagonist lives in a world that’s not like our own, they will still no doubt have a lot of the same feelings. Especially if they are young. I don’t know how old you are going for here, but here’s some things that really effected me as a partially blind person and some people I knew from various projects who were actually blind. 

Being independent: A lot of us really wanted to be independent above all else, even when it made things harder for us. I was offered the chance to do exams in a separate area and be able to leave when I was done but I wanted to do them in the Hall and have to sit there for hours. We had teaching assistants who sat with us and most of us used every opportunity to ditch them or go without, half to prove we can do things by ourselves but half so we could join in. 

Joining in: This brings me happily onto my second point. A lot of that first point was solely just to be able to join in. Yes, in the modern day it’s more of a… ‘Man, I was I could play games well,’ thing, but in a fantasy world it might be some great Tourney or Hunt, or simple childhood games in the woods that the protagonist wishes to join in with. 

More than bullying, it was the people who tried to tell me I couldn’t do anything that hurt me. Bullies got told off sometimes, or came and went, but people like my mom or teachers saying what I couldn’t do; that sticks. 

TL:DR: It’s the circumstances that change, not the emotions. 

Avoid The Badass Blind Monk Who Can Kick Your Ass Trope

Yeah, unfortunately being blind can be a problem. As a half-blind person myself, and knowing how lucky I am to have any sight at all, I do find it annoying the amount of blind characters who seem to only be blind so that the audience can be amazed when they start pulling off amazing martial arts moves, or knowing exactly where things are to pick up, etc.

This isn’t to say your character won’t be able to learn martial arts, or maybe some magic that helps them with placement, etc. That’s fine. But please include drawbacks of actually being blind, things that blind readers would identify with and that readers with sight would learn a lot from. 

For example, yes, it can be quite scary, when you are alone, and you can’t open your eyes. You don’t know who’s around you, friend or foe or terrifying monster. The protagonist never has to admit their fears or problems to others if that’s their character, but they can admit them to themselves. And, in that way, they can hopefully overcome them, too. 

Finally, It’s not the best movie ever, but I’d also give The Village a watch, especially the scene in the forest. It handles the protagonist being blind quite well in that regard. But you’ll need to try and read some books that describe the situation, too.

You know I want to like Jim Sterling and I agree with a lot of what he says but he has a bad habit of not letting shit go like the fact that he’s wrong about Dark Souls needing an easy mode.

Now hear me out and before you smash that motherfuckin’ unfollow button listen to what I have to say because I’m not trying to be some huge asshole who’s trying to gatekeep a community but Jimmy boy is just inherently wrong on this argument.

Dark Souls doesn’t need an easy mode because Dark Souls has an easy mode built into it’s mechanics and the Souls series has had items to make the games easier since Demon’s which I don’t think good ol’ Jim boy knows because I don’t think he’s actually played Demon’s. Not begrudging him for it just saying that I don’t think he’s played it.

There’s been plenty of videos over the years about Dark Souls and difficulty and one major one to watch (and I know people will roll their eyes) is Extra Credits’ video on Dark Souls II and it’s difficuly. There’s also this video by OnlyAfro showing off that with Dark Souls III you can summon up to three people to help you fight a boss and you don’t have to do a damn thing and just let them do the fight for you.

At this point this is an argument that Mimbo Jimbo likes to bring out is just a clickbaity tactic to get people to rageshare his video and maybe make a few patreon bucks if enough people get mad enough to harass him. 

Accessibility in games is great but when you praise Nintendo for the things they’ve done in Mario Kart 8 Deluxe and previous games but than ignore FromSoftware’s attempts to make Dark Souls easier (because they did don’t lie) you come off extremely disingenuous and clickbaity.

Basically “Dark Souls needs an easy mode” is this comic

P.S. can we stop pretending that Dark Souls fans are huge assholes? I’ve seen Souls fans carry a disabled man through the entirety of Bloodborne because he couldn’t finish it on his own. The Souls community is one of the best communities there is as long as you’re not a disingenuous shit gremlin.

The Astral is an MMO

Or at least, it’s a lot like an MMO.

Some people can’t even figure out how to log on, let alone afford to pay the subscription. Sometimes their computers are too old or their graphics card isn’t right, which makes the image blurry and the animation choppy and it crashes every couple of minutes.

Most people start out at level one, and they have to grind through the really boring story stuff.  Lots of times these people are confused and misled, but also amazed by the open world, and they run around a lot without getting anything done.  Many of those people will level up for a while without ever making any friends or joining any guilds, which is a totally perfect and valid way to play.

Some people have one of those instant level 99 tokens, and they level up instantly, and are kind of overwhelmed by how difficult the game was right off the bat.  Sometimes those people decide it’s in their best interest to quit now before they stress themselves out, and that’s okay.

Some people get in the game and they already have friends who are in pretty high-ranking guilds, so they’re pulled into giant awesome boss fights.  And man, are the boss fights awesome.  They play their role naturally and have a really great and fun time doing it.  Everyone in the guild really feels how fun and exciting it is, and the people watching them stream the game are also pretty excited, even if they’re a bit removed from the situation.

And the next day, when they’re talking to their IRL friends and they say, “Oh man, killing Archimonde last night was so cool,” their guild friends will totally relate, and agree with them!  But their IRL friends, who have never touched an MMO, will just kind of say, “Yeah, that sounds pretty cool,” even though they can’t relate at all.  They feel a little left out and almost like they’re expected to play the MMO, even though they can’t really commit the time to learn how to play.

And meanwhile, there are thousands of other players who have beaten the same bosses, played the same games, earned the same trinkets, and had guilds of their own.  Some people have explored most of the game without ever beating a boss.  Some people spend their time on the market earning gold. Some people play on a trackpad on their laptop and some people own a Razor Naga mouse.  And some people never even pick up the game at all.

And all of this is totally and completely valid.

Just because you’re not beating the biggest baddest boss in the game once a week, doesn’t mean your astral travel is less cool or less valid.  Do what makes you feel good, and what your abilities allow for, and don’t feel like you have to meet any extra expectations to have a good time.

Riding Lesson


One Shot

Warning: SMUT

“Oh baaaaby!!!” You called out to your old man. As you walked to the garage where you found him under a car.

Chibs new exactly what that sound was. You wanted something. He shook his head and pretended to keep working. But he knew what was next.

“Chibby my love!” You said as he mouthed the words at the same time. You were too predictable when you wanted something.

“Aye Lass. What is it baby girl?” He said as he rolled out from under the car and stood up. He began to wipe his hands clean when you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.

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  • Future son: mommy, why am I named Lee?
  • Me: you were named after a great man sweetheart. The man you're named after saved lives, protected children, and stopped at nothing to save the ones he loved.
  • Future son: wow! Im going to tell all my friends! *runs off to playground*
  • Me: I can't ever tell him I named him after a video game character
The Race To Her V Card, A Petty Race Pt 2

Originally posted by wonhontology

Title: The Race To Her V Card, A Petty Race.

Genre: slight angst, jealousy and future smut.

Member: I.M.

Word Count: 3487.

Description: Lee Jooheon is making his entrance and Changkyun is jealous? What is your fidgety friend up to? And why the hell do you have to sit next to Park Jimin of all people? 

“You know Y/N, I think I’ve figured it out” Your best friend looked at you, pointing her bread stick your way with a deep look of contemplation on her features. You swallowed the food in your mouth and took a sip of your drink before answering her.

“What have you figured out?” You asked her and her eyes suddenly widened as they snapped away from the group of boys behind you to look at you.

“I know why those boys are suddenly all up in your grill” She waved her hand in front of your face to emphasise the upping for the grill and you hummed.

“Oh? And what is your hypothesis doctor?” You asked and she immediately straightened up, falling into her role just like you had wanted her to.

“It’s rather simple Y/N. Those boys, let’s call them players because I don’t like to swear so we can’t use any other term really. They want something from you, and it seems to be a game to them, my conclusion is that you’re a female so there is a high chance that they want something more than your attention, they probably chose you because they know you are friends with Changkyun. In conclusion, you are the focus of the game, what their prize is I do not know as of yet” She pushed her invisible glasses back up her nose and your eyes widened at her summary.

“You really think that’s what all this attention is about?” You asked, there was a frown on your lips and your best friend grinned as she nodded.

“There is a two percent chance I am wrong, and we’re about to see if that two percent is real or not” She smirked, looking passed you and your brows furrowed in confusion as you looked over your shoulder.

“Kim Joonmyeon” You muttered, said man was walking towards you, sitting down as he winked as his greeting.

“Is this seat taken?” He asked and you rose an eyebrow at him before turning back to your food and looking at your best friend.

“It seems it is now” You responded and she smiled knowingly as Joonmyeon chuckled.

“Well now that I’m here, I’ve been reminded of my previous curiosities” Resting his chin on his hand Joonmyeon faced you and you sighed, stabbing your fork into your food before meeting his eyes with a lack of interest.

“And what curiosities did you have Joonmyeon?” You grumbled and he immediately smiled, tapping your hand with his own as you stared at him blankly, imitating the way one elbow was bent to hold his chin up with the hand on that same arm.

“Please, call me Suho”

“What were your curiosities, Suho?” You asked again and his smile widened.

“Damn, I didn’t think Suho would jump into the game so quickly, didn’t he just finish with Sara?” Joon shook his head and gave Hoseok a slap on the back.

“We all know only Sara was taking that fling seriously Joon, of course, Suho would be jumping boat by now” Changkyun looked up from his phone, eyes trailing to where the rest of his group were staring, biting lips, angrily growling or sighing in defeat. His eyes widened when he saw Suho sitting with his body turned to you, the look on your face emitting that look where you could sense the world was plotting against you. Looking back down at his phone, he immediately got out of the app he was previously in and sent you a message.

Your phone went off and Suho gave you an understanding smile as you half-heartedly apologised and checked the message.

Get out of there before he tries something. With a quick glance over your shoulder, one that Suho took no notice of, you saw Changkyun watching you expectantly, waiting to see what you would do.

“I’ve had some interest in you for a while now Y/N and there’s a party this weekend. I was wondering if you would like to go together?” Suho asked and you frowned, immediately clutching your stomach and putting a hand over your mouth.

“Oh god” You muttered and Suho’s eyes widened as you stood up.

“What’s wrong Y/N?” Suho asked and you immediately gagged, quickly pretending to swallow it back.

“This food doesn’t seem to be agreeing with me. I’ve got to go” You groaned and rushed off. Suho watched on in shock as your best friend stood up and saluted him.

“As Y/N’s best friend it is my duty to be by her side and hold her hair back as she desperately grips onto the toilet bowl, goodbye” With the description, Suho grimaced and you friend rushed to grab her things and chase you out of the cafeteria. Having watched you run away, Changkyun shot up to his feet and began stuffing his phone into his pocket and grabbing his bag.

“Where are you going, twerp?” Wonshik glared and Changkyun waved him off.

“As Y/N’s best friend it’s my duty to see what is wrong, hold her hair back and all that stuff” He explained rather quickly before following the footsteps of you and your friend.

“What is that kid trying to do?” Taeyong snarled.

“He’s best friends with the chick, maybe he thinks playing the nice card will get him in” Kyungil cackled and Taeyong shook his head.

“Since when did the nice guy ever win?”


“Well, who knows what he would have tried pulling if you didn’t get away quicker” Changkyun chuckled, hands gripping the straps of his bag as he walked along side you.

“I mean who the hell thinks taking a girl to some club party is the perfect date?” You scoffed, the thought making your stomach fall flat just having known someone thought that was an ‘enjoyable’ date.

“Well, it is Suho” Changkyun shrugged and you huffed, blowing the stray hairs out of your face.

“Why am I suddenly getting so much attention from all of your friends Changkyun?” Surprisingly, Changkyun stayed quiet instead of covering for them with the same line he used to cover Suho.

“Changkyun” You demanded, stopping in your steps, three steps later and Changkyun was turning to you with a sigh.

“They’ve made up a new game Y/N” He finally began explaining and you took those three steps to be face to face with him.

“Why am I involved in their game Changkyun?” You asked and he shrugged.

“I don’t know they just chose you because they know we’re friends, I don’t know why else they would choose you” He confessed and you sighed.

“Great” You crossed your arms and began walking. Changkyun looked up in shock at your retreating figure and stumbled after you.

“So you’re saying that now I have to fend off a group of man whore’s?” You asked, turning your head to look Changkyun who rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Well I wouldn’t call them man whore’s” He muttered and you gave a scoff of agreement.

“Of course you wouldn’t, they’re your friends and I’m not you so that’s what I’m calling them” You responded simply and Changkyun sighed.

“I’m sorry Y/N” He muttered and you looked at him with clear confusion on your face.

“Why on earth would you need to apologise?” You asked and his hands moved to his pockets as Changkyun’s eyes remained on the ground beneath his feet.

“Because I was looking for you the day that they created their new game, if they didn’t see me looking for you then the thought of involving you would never have crossed anyone’s mind” He admitted and you nudged him, watching the way he flinched in shock and took a step away.

“That’s nothing to apologise for, flinching away every time I come near you, that’s something I would work up a speech for” You grinned, hiding the small ache his avoidance caused you. Changkyun flushed looking down as you bid him farewell and you parted ways with him.

“God damn it” Changkyun hissed, looking back at your retreating figure.

“How could I not notice how obvious I was being?” He questioned himself, shaking his head before turning around and walking away just like you had done.


You looked up to the sound of the chair on your right screeching against the floor and your eyes darkened as you saw who was trying to sit next to you.

“Oh no you don’t” You snapped, pushing the chair back before he sat down, causing him to stumble in order not to fall and make a fool of himself in front of everyone.

“This is a free country Y/N if I want to sit next to you I have every right to do so” Wonshik snarled and you grit your teeth at him in response.

“It’s time for you to get a better excuse and this seat is taken so bugger off!” You growled and Wonshik pulled the seat away from your hands.

“I want to sit next to you so I’m going to” He snapped before putting the chair down and taking a seat behind the desk next to you. You put your head in your hands, groaning in pure irritation as Wonshik grinned to himself, thinking he had won.

“What the hell are you doing in my seat?” You looked up at the same time as Wonshik gave a careless scan of your best friend’s figure, she was standing with her books having been slammed on the desk and she was leaning over Wonshik’s relaxed figure, she could be scary sometimes and you weren’t sure if you could run away in time if she pulled anything today.

“Who said this was your seat?” Wonshik snarled at her and your eyes widened as you gulped. Wonshik screamed as your friend grabbed him by the ankle, easily ripping him out of the seat and putting him on his back. She pushed the chair in so it was covering his face and Wonshik was able to see the name printed in a rich black ink that came from your friend’s permanent marker, that was indeed used to spell out her name.

“What were you saying?” She asked with a tilt of her head and Wonshik growled as he shoved the chair out of his way and stood back on his feet, shooting your friend a glare before storming away. Taeyong snickered, having watched the whole event unfold from where he sat and Wonshik fell into the seat next to him with an angry curse falling from his lips.

“For such a player, I expected better from you Wonshik” He snickered as Wonshik glared at him.

“Go fuck yourself” He spat and Taeyong chuckled.

“I’m trying to get Y/N to do that for me”


“Yo Jooheon, what’s up my man?!” Hoseok exclaimed as he grinned with the phone to his ear, the rest of the group was crowded around him, arguing and punching him until he put the phone on loudspeaker.

“What are you doing calling us? Don’t you have some American girls to be hooking up with?” Joon scoffed as the others laughed and even Jooheon chuckled down the phone. Jooheon was shaking his head as he sat in the dorm room he was currently living in, he looked at the screen of his laptop and chuckled as he accepted the payment deposit.

“I’m not like you Joon” Jooheon shot back and they all laughed at him.

“What’s happening Jooheon?” Taeyong asked, snatching the phone from Hoseok and taking it off loudspeaker so he and Jooheon could speak while the rest sighed.

“Arrogant asshole” Kyungil sighed as Jimin shook his head and watched Taeyong eagerly talking down the phone to Jooheon. Changkyun looked away as Taeyong spoke loudly down the phone, of course, he couldn’t leave Jooheon out of the game, Changkyun tried his best not to listen as Taeyong filled Jooheon in on everything he had been missing.

“Changkyun” Jimin clicked his fingers in front of his face, snapping Changkyun out of the daze he had fallen into and Changkyun stared at Jimin as he shoved the phone at him. Hoseok gave him a shove so he was on his feet and Changkyun wordlessly walked out of hearing range from the group.

“Jooheon” He greeted and he heard Jooheon release a deep breath through the phone.

“Are they really trying to bring Y/N into their games?” He asked and Changkyun hummed in response, he could feel Jooheon shaking his head over the phone.

“Does Y/N know what they’re trying to do?” He asked and Changkyun nodded.

“She knows they want something to do with her, but I don’t know if she knows exactly what they want with her”

“Damn it” Jooheon hissed, there was a sudden ache in his head and Jooheon used his free hand to rub his temple painstakingly as Changkyun bit his lip nervously.

“How do we get them to put their attention on someone else?” Jooheon sighed and Changkyun frowned as he looked back at his loud, perverted friends.

“I don’t think we can” Changkyun admitted, sorrow coming through his words of truth as Jooheon sighed again.

“Are you involved in this game Changkyun?” Jooheon asked him seriously and the question caused his brows to meet on his forehead.

“I never said I was in the game” He responded and Jooheon gave a bitter chuckle in return.

“But you know exactly what that means to them Changkyun” Changkyun frowned, he knew where this was going.

“I never said I was going to join the game either, neither of us has said anything. And you know that means. We’re included now” Those were the words Changkyun never wanted to hear.

“But hey, maybe it’s a good thing we’re playing too” Jooheon shrugged as he fell back into the comfort of his two-seater couch.

“How could this be a positive thing in any sort of way Jooheon? If we’re playing that means they expect us to actually do something in an attempt to have sex with Y/N” Changkyun snapped at him and Jooheon chuckled.

“Exactly Changkyun, but the virginity taking would be behind closed doors, wouldn’t it? So who said we actually had to have sex with Y/N to make them think the game was over?” Changkyun bit down on his lip again, he stared at his foot scuffing against the tiled floor in contemplation.

“Then who would do it? Who’s going to pretend to take her virginity, you or me Jooheon? Are you really brave enough to do that for Y/N?”

“Wow Changkyun, I thought you would have jumped straight into the main role here, instead you’re asking me all these questions. Does that mean you’re too scared to do this for Y/N Changkyun?” Jooheon asked in return and Changkyun immediately scowled.

“I would do anything to protect Y/N don’t you underestimate me Lee Jooheon” Changkyun snarled and Jooheon laughed down the phone at him.

“Aw, look at the big tough boy trying to step up for the girl he loves, when will you ever confess your feelings Changkyun? Maybe if you had already done it she would be by your side and the target wouldn’t have been on Y/N in the first place”

“What are you doing trying to blame this on me Jooheon? Maybe if you had done the same Y/N could have been with you and like you said, the others wouldn’t have put the target on her back” Changkyun’s voice lowered and he scowled in the direction of his friend’s table.

“Remember this game is a race Im Changkyun, the best man wins and I’m not going to go easy on you” Jooheon hung up after spitting his threat and Changkyun walked back to the table with his hands clenched in fists as he kept a dark look on his face.

“Damn it did he seriously hang up? I didn’t even get to talk to him, he’s still an arrogant fool” Wonshik growled as he watched Changkyun return the phone to its original owner and Changkyun glowered at him.

“Look who’s talking”


You couldn’t believe your luck, was your teacher really that blind to the pure hatred you never failed to express towards this boy? The one so arrogant you believed his dick made all his thoughts not the brain uselessly stored in his skull. He was too proud for his own sake and you wanted to vomit all over the sex appeal he was constantly trying to drown you in.

And your teacher should have known that. I mean if the death stares you gave him and the sarcastic comments you gave just at the sound of his voice didn’t indicate so, then could they rely on the countless arguments that had to broken up by the very person pairing you with him?

You looked at your teacher with a flat expression as he came to sit next to you, nonverbally telling them that you were so, so not impressed by their pairing choice.

“Wow, I feel as if I’ve struck gold, wait let me change that, because gold could never compare to you” You turned to scowl at Jimin and he just gave you one of his bright cheesy grins that forced his eyes shut as he shared his feeling of delight with the people around him.

“Go find some gold Jimin, I don’t want you here” You muttered, laying your head on your folded arms so you didn’t have to look at his smile that was not going to falter no matter what you said to him.

“You make me out to be a lot worse than I really am Y/N, why can’t you take a second away from all that scowling to appreciate how nice I truly am?” You briefly lifted your head again to look him up down and before letting your head fall back onto your folded arms.

“Nice could never be associated with you Park Jimin, not under any circumstances” You spat back as Jimin sighed and gave a shake of his head.

“It’s because of that Song Kyungil isn’t it?”

“I don’t like anyone who breathes the same air as him, let alone someone who acts like a shorter, dumber and more perverted version of him” You grumbled and you listened as Jimin slapped a hand over his heart and hissed in mock pain.

“Ow, that really hearts my pure heart Y/N, right in the heart, you stabbed me with your cold eyes and cruel words” He wheezed and you didn’t even look up this time as you shrugged.

“You’ll get over that pain of yours” Changkyun watched with dark eyes from across the classroom as Jimin tried to force your attention on him. He was still scowling from his previous phone call with the person who he thought was meant to be his like-minded friend, and now he had to witness this.

“Changkyun?” You looked up, meeting the eyes of your male best friend with confusion, he was holding your hand with a warm grip. Im Changkyun was initiating contact with you, and he wasn’t flinching away.

“Don’t forget I’m walking you home Y/N” Your eyes widened as he leant in, his breath briefly fanning your face as he used his fingers to brush your hair away from your face. Jimin watched on, intrigued by what his fidgety friend was doing and Jimin’s eyes became double their size, just like yours did once again when you felt Changkyun’s lips on your cheek.

“I’ll walk you to your locker too” Changkyun muttered by your ear, making sure it was still loud enough for Jimin to hear. The two of you sat in shock as Changkyun stood straight again, taking his hand that was previously resting on yours and storing it in the pocket of his pants as he gave you a dazzling smile and turned away from you.

Changkyun’s smile instantly fell from his lips and instead he walked back to his randomly selected partner with wide, shocked eyes as he replayed his sudden actions in his head again.

“Why’d you do that?” Your female best friend asked him as he sat down next to her. What were the chances? Changkyun had previously chuckled to himself through his bitterness when both their names were read out together. But now he couldn’t do that, instead, he cursed himself for his impulsive actions.

“I have absolutely no idea if I must be honest” Changkyun quietly answered her and she smiled knowingly as she turned her stare to you, who was sitting, frozen in the place Changkyun had left you. With your mouth ajar and your face turning a bright red, Jimin stared at you, then at Changkyun and back to you in the same sort of shock as you.

“Wow, something strange happens every day in this place” She shook her head and went back to the work before her.

I’m finally back with part two! What did you guys think of it? Be sure to let me know, oh, and the next part of The Wife Of A Future Mafia Leader will be posted soon!

RFA + Minor Trio: Video Games

So I got bored, and being the Mystic Messenger obsessed game addict that I am, my mind wandered to wondering what sorts of video games the RFA would play, like types or genres and some examples (aside from LOLOL in Yoosung’s case of course lol), which led to making this headcanon post. Of course, these are all just my personal headcanons, and I would love to hear what thoughts you guys have for this subject! Sharing headcanons is fun~!! Sorry this got kinda long tho lol I guess I got carried away ^^;;;

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  • Well we all know that he’s addicted to LOLOL, and probably plays or has tried other MMOs. As perfect as those are for him, I’m looking at other types of games for this. Otherwise it’s too easy lol
  • Plays RPGs and adventure games the most
  • When he can make a custom character, his preferred classes are knight or warrior classes, but he’s also open to playing as mages
  • Definitely the kind of player that picks up every. Single. Side quest. Because he wants to help everyone
  • Need a certain number of rarely dropped items? No problem!
  • Want to deliver an item to someone who’s not even a two minute walk away? He’s on it!
  • Got a super difficult optional boss that you want dead that can–and will–display the Game Over screen multiple times, and you’re offering a class-specific item he can’t use as a reward? Sign him the fuck up!
  • Unless they want something he doesn’t agree with… -gives Skyrim’s Blades the side-eye-
  • No matter how hard he tries, he just can’t bring himself to play the “asshole/aggressive character” style
  • “Sure, this assassin was hired by that one traitor who wants us dead, my party is totally against letting him live since he might try to kill us again, and we have absolutely no reason to trust him aside from his seemingly honest answers which he could have just fabricated to save himself, so logic seems to point at killing him to be safe…………buuuuuuuuuut he could be a helpful party member and then no one has to die!”
  • Also, he loves games that encourage interaction with other players!
  • “People think that you don’t get any friends if you play games… but you get tons!” TRUTH!!!
  • So yeah, games with interaction are great!
  • Honestly MMORPGs are fucking perfect for him and and that’s why he’s addicted to LOLOL! lol seriously dude game with me plz
  • Really likes Pokemon for the sense of community with trades and battles and such
  • Totally attempted to make a competitive team at some point
  • Whenever new games are announced, he and Seven figure out who gets what version so they can trade version exclusives and such
  • Can never beat Seven in a battle tho… The one rival battle he can never win T^T
  • Also this guy is a Kirby fan fight me on this

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I don’t like the idea (Nick Robinson imagine)

Prompt: Nick is your brother’s best friend and your brother doesn’t want you two to be together.
Request: Hi love a Nick Robinson one shot maybe? I really like the one you’ve made 👌 umh the plot well how about he is the best bud of her brother and all and you can do the rest with your imagination 😌 Thank you thank you in advance mwaps! All the love M xx
Requested by: M
Warning: None, I guess? Well, my baaaad english (as always)
A/N: I seriously like the idea! Thank you for request, M and hope you’ll like this one too! ♥

Your brother, James never actually liked to take his friends to his house. And the only one reason was you. Well, it’s not that your brother wouldn’t love you. It’s right the second way - he loves you that much, that he just can’t risk that he’d let you fall in love with some of his friends. He knew exactly how you were in these years right now. You would probably fall in love with a chicken leg if it would have a nice hair and eyes. 

So yeah, little problem right now? He just had to take Nick to his house, because they were supposted to work on a school project and because of some reason (some reason you don’t know to this day), they couldn’t do it at Nick’s house. 

“Y/N! Are you home?!” You heard your brother yell and you just ran to him and smiled. But not at James, you smiled at Nick and put your hair behind your ear. 
Oh my god, I’m here, dorkey.” James frowned. 
You laughed a little. “Sorry, bro.” 
He nodded. “Y/N, this is Nick, Nick, Y/N… you know, my little sister which no one will touch. Like ever, Nick, right?” 
Yeah, nice to meet you, Y/N.” He smiled. 

× × ×

Your brother and his best friend were working on their project in the living room, so you just had to be in your room and you were kinda bored. So you thought it was the right time for your favorite game for xBox, Just Dance

You danced on some of your favorite songs and you just enjoyed it a lot. Well, James and Nick heard the music which was possible to hear in every part of your house and they yelled at you to turn it off, but you just ignored it, of course.

“Oh man, we need scissors. Get some.” James looked at Nick and he just watched him, shocked. 
“It’s my first time in this house and I’m supposted to look for your scissors?!” 
“Yeap.” James said, watching his notes. 

Nick sighed and nodded. “Okay, fine, great.” 

You just had enough dancing, but the music was still very loud and your clothes was seriously full of sweat, so you decited to change. 
“Yeah, I like this one.” You mumbled while you took some of your shorts for sleeping. 
You have taken all your clothes down, just wearing an underwear. You still had a loud music turned on, so you didn’t hear the knocking on your door. 
“If you won’t open, I’ll go there myself.” 
Nothing. So he just did open your door. 

He stared at you for a while, but then looked down. “Uhm, um, hum, Y/N?”
Oh my god!” You screamed and took your shirt, which you took to your chest. “Get out! James!” 
“No, no, no, don’t call James, please.” He closed the door and came to you. “He’d cut my head off, so I can watch as he’s slowly cutting my body.” 

“Wow, are you seriously that scared of my brother?” 
“Well, he’s pretty dangerous.”

You laughed, not noticing that you were still only in your underwear and then smiled at him. 
“Well, should I turn around so you can…?” 
“Okay.” He nodded and turned around, but he still wanted to see as you’re changing. C’mon, let’s be honest, he thought you were seriously hot at the first time he saw you. 

“What’s going on in here Y/N- Y/N!” He yelled. “Nick!” Oh, James just came. And you were still in your underwear and well, Nick was really red. 
“You both! Kitchen! Now!” Your brother continued to yell and you just frowned at him, but he didn’t care.

× × ×

“So… what’s up between you two?” 
Nothing!” You and Nick answered at the same time, which made you both laugh a little. 

“Yes, I can see that.” James answered, not stopped to giving Nick a death looks.



Conflict creates character.

Crisis defines it.

Tragedy destroys it.


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