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After Yuuri moves to Russia Yurio’s crush on him comes out and Yurio is horrified both because he knew it would never be requited but also because everyone at the rink mocks him.

Some bordering on cruel (Mila) others obliviously mean (Victor)

This crushes him because he was starting to move past it but he now he thinks he can’t even have friendship with Yuuri

Embarrassed and close to tears he finds a surprising ally in Yuuri who takes him out to lunch just the two of them and confirms he can’t reciprocate but then shares his teen crush on Yuuko and how hard that was but also how he learned how to be happy for her and Takeshi BEFORE Victor and him happened and points out he’s still friends and close to Yuuko and that this doesn’t have to ruin their friendship.

And they bond over the shared pain of unrequited teenage crushes and move past it and then when later Yurio realises he has romantic feelings for Otabek Yuuri is the one he goes to for advice.

Bulletproof Pt. 2 [Jimin]

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Hitman!AU, Fluff, Humor
Word Count: 1345
Chapter: 2/?
Description: “Well,” you say, glancing at the dagger raised in your boyfriend’s hand, to the gun in yours, and finally to the man cowering on his knees between the both of you, sobbing and pleading for his life. “This is awkward.”
Author’s Note: Here is chapter 2! Bulletproof has received positive reviews so far and I’m so, so, SO glad. Thank you everyone for being so nice and I hope you will enjoy the coming chapters, too.

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6


“You’re late!”

You sighed, giving up on attempting to sneak through the side entrance of the office building and turning to face your friend and co-worker. “Hae-won! So sorry. I slept in a little and then Jimin’d made breakfast, and he stalled…” You stopped when you saw the look on Hae-won’s face, and clasped your hands together apologetically. “I’m so sorry. I know it’s not an excuse.”

Hae-won’s hard expression broke into a soft smile. “It’s fine. Except Boss has been calling for a meeting and she’s pissed now, and of course she’s taking it out on me.”

You shrugged off your blazer and rolled your eyes at your friend. “She takes it out on you because you’re her assistant. Be grateful she hasn’t fired you yet.”

Hae-won scoffed, extending her hand in front of her, with the back of her hand facing her, fingers splayed, and examined her nails. “She’s not going to find anyone to replace me; not someone with my level of skill. She couldn’t fire me if she wanted to.”

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@priclii

Careful there, sweetheart. Rolls your eyes too much and you might get them stuck.” The red fox remarked, arms crossed over his chest as a teasing, border line mocking smirk pulled over his muzzle. Was it wise to poke fun at a young, emotionally imbalanced teenager? Probably not. But, where was the fun in that?

To Watch All Night, 1

Rebornica seems a bit bummed by the events of FNAF2, so I hope a new story still following in their AU and incorporating fragments of the game as best I can will bring them a smile, if only for a while.

Based on a slightly modified form of Rebornica’s headcanon.

Jeremy has worked a full week at the new Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza with some help from his mentor/new friend, Mike Schmidt. Things are a bit rough but still going well for the nervous night watch, at least until the changing of the guard for this shift goes horribly wrong….

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Team Hillary Clinton: "FU Republicans...Punish those voters."

The great John Wooden famously said, “The true test of a man’s character is what he does when no one is watching.”  If we’re going by that standard, these people are vile…

from ABC News:

For the past five years, a prominent Democratic operative who is a leading contender to manage a Hillary Clinton presidential campaign has maintained a private email listserv for friends and associates that carries a provocative name: the “Mook Mafia.”

The listserv, which one member said reaches more than 150 fellow campaign veterans, has been a means for Robby Mook and a close friend Marlon Marshall to stay connected with many of the operatives who would likely populate a Democratic presidential campaign in 2016. Mook and Marshall have both been mentioned as possible Hillary Clinton campaign managers.

Copies of a cache of the emails obtained by ABC News, and revealed publicly for the first time, show Mook and Marshall demonstrating an aggressive tone in rallying their friends behind political causes, in exchanges that are often self-mocking and sometimes border on being profane.

They include rallying cries to, in Mook’s words, “smite Republicans mafia-style,” and, to quote Marshall, “punish those voters.” Mook sometimes calls himself “Deacon” in the emails, while Marshall, now a senior White House aide, refers to himself as “Reverend” in many of the exchanges.

[…]

“F U Republicans. Mafia till I die,” he wrote. “If you have just a few minutes, hop on that activate and punish those voters!” (“Activate” is an apparent reference to a software program allowing volunteers to contact targeted voters by phone from anywhere in the country.)

[…]

“First, the mafia never separates, it just continues to grow and expand and move into other states in order to destroy Republicans,” he wrote. “A special thanks to none other than the namesake himself, Deacon Robby Mook. Without him, there would be no mafia and I for sure know I would not have learned as much as I have in this business and have this opportunity.”

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These people are on the shortlist to be Hillary Clinton’s campaign managers.  Buckle up, America. The next two years of campaigning are going to be a bumpy ride. 

Title: Added Flavor (CS hiatus meme prompt, day 2: CS + coffee)

Killian Jones was slow to learn about and try new things in this strange world without magic. Electricity, televisions, phones… they all perplexed him. But nothing made him more apprehensive than all the odd foods and drinks that seemed so commonplace here. Soda, casseroles, lasagna, mac-and-cheese, jello…. how was he expected to eat something that resembled the slime he had to scrape off the hull of his ship?

That was why he was so reluctant the first time Emma Swan asked him out for a cup of coffee. But of course, he was always looking for any excuse to be near her, so he went with it… although not without some debate.

“Come on, it’s good. I promise.” Emma insisted.

“I’ve had it explained to me, isn’t it just bitter bean juice?” he complained.

Emma rolled her eyes. “It’s only bitter if you drink it plain. That’s why you add creamer or caramel or… something to add flavor.”

Killian paused to consider this for a moment. “What, you mean like rum?”

Emma gave him an incredulous look, then laughed a little and shrugged. “Yeah, I suppose you could add rum.” Then she gave him a pointed look, “But maybe you could try something a little more… conventional….first. It’s not even noon yet, and rum doesn’t always make everything better.”

“Well, I beg to differ, but if you insist.”

Emma got her usual order, a caramel mocha, and when she asked Killian what he wanted to try he shrugged indifferently and got the same. Emma watched expectantly as he begrudgingly took his first sip. He sat there for a moment, with an expression of pensive contemplation that bordered on mocking.

At last he sighed. “Not bad,” he admitted.

Emma smiled and gave him a light, lingering kiss.

When she drew back Killian beamed at her, surprised. “What was that for?”

“For trusting me… or for trying something new.” Her eyes glittered playfully. “Or maybe, it was to just add a little flavor.”