Ya know, I was thinking about YOI today and remembered how a lot of people were worried about what Victor (and Yuuri) were going to do after the season. Mostly about if Victor was going to leave.
And I also remembered how Yuuri has mentioned that this will most likely be his last season of skating (due to his age or otherwise.)
But guess who is most certainly going to keep going?
Thats right. Angry kitten. And who also happened to seem to flourish under Victor during their short time together.
And while he might not admit it, he does get along with Yuuri. Hell, they even have similar responses to Victor’s shenanigans.
But also, look at how supportive Victor and Yuuri are of the smol blonde:
Also, this boy needs some more positive support in his life. He’s so full of sadness and anger he can hardly control it. So, while the show could (and most likely will) go a different direction from what i’m about to say, it is a happy thought.
And that would be - Yuuri and Victor taking up the role as Yuri’s coaches after this season.
Its no secret that Victor is an amazing skater (and is slowly improving his coaching abilities), but he also is already acquainted with Yuri as well. He’s been shown to express something of brotherly affection for him already.
As for Yuuri- who else is more than knowledgeable in emotions and insecurities? He’s always the nicest he can be towards his younger peer, and is actually rooting for him from the get-go (despite having a poor meeting and Yuri always being mean to him.) I wouldn’t be surprised if Yuuri already has a firm understanding of how the blonde feels.
Oh, and guess who also has been studying ballet for (what I assume) years ?
So yeah. I would absolutely love if they took up that role for Yuri. I feel it would be a good, wholesome ending to a great show.
I mean, come on, they’re already acting like embarrassing parents. Might as well adopt him. :)
The blank screen of his laptop was taunting him, he had been working on an article for the blue and gold, about the missing beakers in the chemistry labs for almost half an hour now and he had nothing.
Normally if he had this problem, Betty would swoop in and provide him with some much needed inspiration and encouraging words.
Unfortunately today, the beautiful blonde journalist was nowhere to be found. She was never late, in fact she was almost always their atleast an hour before he was. So where was she?
Ten minutes later the door swung open, popping his head up fully expecting to see Betty he couldn’t hide his disappointment when it turned out to be Cheryl. But something was wrong, Cheryl was out of breath and her fiery red hair was wind blown and out of shape, she had run here, and everyone knew Cheryl blossom did not run.
“Cheryl… what’s going..” he was cut off quickly by the infamous prima donna
“They sent me here because they know you wouldn’t kill me by accident, you have to hurry. It’s Betty. She’s been hurt.”
It took him no time at all to slam his laptop shut and head out the doors, Cheryl following close behind, her heels clacking in the tile.
“What happened.” He demanded keeping pace.
“It’s chuck. Betty was changing in the locker room when Veronica noticed a huge bruise on her back, when she asked her about it she just broke down, told us everything. How chuck has been pretty much attacking her, pushing her into lockers, slamming her against the wall and threatening her after practice. He’s upset that she got him kicked off the team. But that’s not even the worst part.”
Jughead didn’t know how much more he could take, he felt sick to his stomach and all he saw was red. he was gonna kill Clayton, he didn’t care about the consequences, Chuck Clayton was a dead man.
“What’s the worst part” he ground out through clenched teeth, he could see the locker room in the distance.
Cheryl stopped him before he entered the room
“He tried to sleep with Betty, after practice yesterday. He pulled her into the janitors closet and he tried to… ya know. She got away obviously but he punched her in the face, she’s been hiding all of the bruises with makeup. None of us knew.” Cheryl hung her head in shame.
Nodding to the redhead and giving her shoulder a squeeze, Jughead slammed through the doors.
There was Betty, Kevin on one side of her and Veronica on the other. Archie was there too pacing back and forth, as soon as Archie caught Jugheads eyes he nodded. He had his back, he knew Betty was Jugheads girl but she was also his best friend and this was not gonna go unpunished by either of the boys.
“Juggie.” Betty whispered from her spot on the bench, she jumped up instantly, holding her arms out to him, shaking hands and red rimmed eyes.
He had her wrapped up in an instant. Squeezing her to himself “I’ve got you babe. I’ve got you.” She sobbed into his chest as he kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I didn’t want you to be mad.” She whimpered.
“I’m not mad at you Betty, why would I ever be mad at you?” Jughead pulled away slightly clutching her chin in his hand. What did she mean?
“It’s my fault juggie, I had to go all crazy on him in the hot tub and now he wants revenge, I should’ve just left it all alone.”
“No.” Jughead protested, dropping his eyes to look into hers “this is not your fault, there is no way I’m going to let you think any of this is your fault, Chuck Clayton is insane. He is an egotistical bastard, who’s pride was damaged when you brought him down, he thinks he can get away with hurting you but it’s not going to happen. I’m going to show him exactly what happens when you mess with something I love” Jughead was fuming. Chuck had hurt Betty, physically injured her, and assualted her, that was unforgivable in itself but to make Betty doubt herself? That was the worst thing he could have done.
“He doesn’t know who he’s messing with, I can get the entire football team against him, I already texted Reggie, he’s waiting outside. Whenever you’re ready dude, we know exactly where he hangs out.” Archie said from his side nodding angrily at Jughead.
“You don’t have to do this! You can get hurt, it’s okay l’m okay!” Betty pleaded, grabbing on to jugheads arm.
Sliding his hand to the back of her head he gently brought Betty’s lips to his, kissing her softly.
“I have to do this Betty, for you and for me. I can’t let him get away with this.” Walking forward, Archie by his side, they all headed outside.
Sure enough Reggie was there looking heated alongside Moose Mason, Adam Devine and Trey Walker.
Reggie stepped forward placing a hand out for Jughead to shake
“Maybe I’ve been an ass to you and maybe you haven’t deserved all the shit I’ve put you through, I’m sorry man. Sticking up to Chuck Clayton for your girl is a ballsy move. I watched my mom get knocked around by my dad my whole life, I’m not gonna let some punk beat up on girls and get away with it. Let us help you.”
His speech was accompanied by head nods and murmurs of agreement from the other three boys.
Grabbing Reggies hand and shaking it firmly Jughead nodded “it’s all good man.”
He turned around to cast a quick glance at Betty, Veronica was holding her tight and she looked terrified. He hated that he was scaring her, he wanted to run to her and hold her and tell her she would be okay, but he had to this.
“They’re under the bleachers, they hang out there now because they know they can’t be seen on the field.” Adam said from beside Reggie.
They all made their way over to the bleachers, Jughead felt himself getting madder and madder, all he could see was the damn purple bruise on his beautiful girlfriends temple.
There they were. Chuck Clayton and his goons standing huddled under the bleachers
Reggie smiled wickedly and mumbled “showtime” under his breathe before loudly declaring
All four boys turned around, laughing stopped when they recognized their former teammates and the beanie wearing boy.
“What do we have here?” Chuck smirked cockily, eyeing Jughead up and down before his eyes drifted over his shoulder. “You got yourself a security team princess?” He called to Betty.
That was it. Jughead lunged, taking down Chuck instantly, he vaguely heard the other boys handling Chucks friends, he was blinded by rage.
He was punching him, repeatedly to be honest, he wasn’t doing much other than punching, there was blood everywhere and chuck was screaming and thrashing, but Jughead had all of his weight on top of him making him immobile.
Suddenly Archie was pulling him off the beaten boy on the ground
“You’re good Jughead, you’re good.”
Panting and staring down at the boy “stay the hell away from Betty, don’t look at her, don’t talk to her, don’t even breathe near her or I’ll kill you, there won’t be anyone to stop me. I will kill you” he spit out, shoving past the boys as Reggie turned to his boys a shocked expression on his face “that was badass, we gotta get him on the team, we need a new right tackle.”
He made his way to Betty who was crying now as she reached up to touch his face
“You’re bleeding.” She whispered
He touched his nose and winced, he hadn’t even realized chuck had hit him.
“I’m okay. The more important question is are you okay?”
Leaning her head against his chest she breathed shakily before looking up at him
“I love you Jughead Jones, more than anything in this world”
Can you draw some Ennelyn stuff? She's my favorite! (Love your blog btw!)
aaaaAAAAA THANK YOU ANON??? You saying that definitely made my night omg ;;v;; Thank you for liking my buff baby!! I have a feeling you’ll be pleased with the subject of my next portrait practice piece, khihihii~
But! That’s then and now’s now! Here you go, some Enn for your buff blonde needs~
Ah, yes! I’ve never mentioned Enn gets freckles in the summer / during extended periods under harsh sunlight~ They fade and disappear eventually once the season changes, but they’re there nonetheless~!
Dammit. Why of all times. He was doing so well, too….
Branden rolled as best he could, the man still clung tightly to his frame. Jesus he had a good grip even when asleep. “Guzma,” he mumbled, his head rolling until it flopped against his partner’s chest. With a quiet sigh, he nudged him, trying to wake up the thug without actually startling him awake.
“Thug Bug…” he mumbled again, a sudden growl rumbling in his own gut.
“Please wake up… I need something…” The blond brushed some of the platinum strands of hair out of Guzma’s face, giving his lips and forehead a few faint kisses.
Request: fluff where gerard teaches you to paint and you suck but it’s v cute
“You’re way too good at painting Gee, that’s amazing!” I beamed as I watched him paint a tree. He smiled, looking over the canvas he was leaning against the tour bus.
“It’s not that good,” he shrugged simply. “Just a quick out line of a tree.”
“I wish I could paint like that.”
“No I can’t.’
“yes, you can. Everyone can paint.”
“Not me, I suck at art.”
“Bullshit, anyone can make art. You just need to practice.”
“Now that is some bullshit,” I scoffed, ruffling the blonde highlights in his hair. “I took an art class and I still suck dick.”
“You definitely do,” he smirked slyly.
“Shut up, i’m talking about painting,” I giggled, pushing his shoulder.
“I’m serious though y/n, everyone can draw. Here. i’ll teach you.”
“Don’t you have a show in like half an hour?”
“Yep, but this is my priority right now.”
“As riveting as an art lesson in the parking lot sounds, I think i’m gonna have to pass.”
“Y/n, come on. I want you to know you can do it.”
“Fine, but i’m warning now, i’m awful.”
“That looks great! It’s a…well it’s um…”
“A cat.” I looked up at him, holding back a laugh at his flustered expression.
“Oh yeah! Of course! It’s awesome!” he exclaimed, tilting his head slightly at the orange blob.
“It’s okay, Gee. I know it’s awful,” I laughed. I knew any drawing I would attempt to do would look horrible, so I already had practically no standards for myself.
“well I mean, it’s not perfect…but we can add some shading here and highlight the more dominant features on a cat to make it stand out. Like, we can add more detail to the tail right here-”
“That’s a leg.”
“That’s a leg, not a tail.”
“Why is it all the way up here?” He gasped, looking slightly horrified at my placement.
“Face it Gee, i’m a lost cause.”
“No no no, we can work with this.”
“Give it up!”
“Never! We’re gong to make you the best artist ever if it kills me. Or…at least able to draw a cat.” I watched as he went over my painting, slimming down the shape and adding details to it. I dipped my finger in one of the blobs of paint on his pallet, bopping his nose lightly.
“Tag!” I giggled at his out raged expression. He smirked mischievously and grabbed another brush.
“You’re gonna pay for that!” I didn’t learn much art that day, but it was worth it. Watching Gerard try to perform casually, covered in paint splatters was the most hilarious thing I’ve ever seen.
Okay now here’s me channelling my inner Nicki Minaj x Gyaru real quick… I never thought I could pull off this LIP colour seriously, I guess I just needed a bit of a tan and some blonde hair! I look so different tbh!