A victuuri thingy based on @aina-p‘s AU post. Warning, this is awfully written but I was in a rush to finish this out of excitement. Does this story have a sequel? Maybe, maybe not.
Yuri was, to be fair, quite young when he started skating. And he did it
mostly because he thought Yuko was cute, and she liked skating, so of course he
had to find a way to impress her with that. He wasn’t exactly talented, but there was no denying that
he had potential and talented or not, he was good at it; and he had fun doing
it, which was important as well.
So years after his first time on ice, Yuri was now a skating teacher
alongside Yuko and her husband Nishigori, and while teaching wasn’t as fun as
skating on his own, he had no reason to complain. He was helping others and
making some money in the process.
It was weird to have older students; Yuri was pretty used to deal with
kids and on rare occasions, teenagers.
Not only the man that crossed the front door was older but he was also not
Japanese. And he was undeniably attractive. With his silver hair, piercing blue
eyes and cared figure he was drawing all the attention from people all around
regardless of their gender. Yuko was obviously impressed when he approached her
at the front table.
I mixed the original Satisfied (Renee Elise Goldsberry, Lin-Manuel Miranda, and Phillipa Soo) with the Satisfied from the Hamilton Mixtape (Sia, Miguel, and Queen Latifa) and this was the result, god bless.
how to get me to treasure your Batman AU forever: not making Harvey Dent an irredeemable monster and managing to turn the disfigurement into a reminder of something selfless and heroic instead of a clincher on his being a bad guy now
You looked at Jungkook in surprise, not having quite processed his request in your mind.
Taking this reaction as judgement, his face colored, and he buried his face in your pillow.
“Never mind, forget I even asked. I know it’s dumb.”
The two of you were lying side by side on your bed, just talking the day away as was your custom on rainy days. He had been facing you and you had been looking up at the ceiling, tracing the constellations that the previous tenant had left there.
“No - wait, babe,” you turned your body towards him fully and tried to cajole his face from the pillow.
“I’m not judging your or saying no. I was just surprised, that’s all.”
Jungkook only shook his head, still refusing to look at you.
“Jeon Jungkook, look at me.”
At his, he peeked one eye out at you, his face still solidly beet red.
You scooted closer to him, one hand reaching out to brush the hair away from his face - or what little of his face you could see. Your eyes locked and you gazed at him steadily, waiting for him to come back to you.
Little by little, he let go of the pillow, and his face came into full view. You could still see the slight embarrassment on his face, and leaned forward to kiss him on the forehead.
“I love you,” you whispered.
“Love you, too,” he mumbled, still reticent.
You laughed. “You big baby.” And when he opened his mouth to protest, you kissed him quickly on the nose, startling him.
“Don’t pout, I didn’t answer you yet.”
Jungkook nodded, watching you silently, and you could read the quiet fear in the depth of his eyes. Sometimes you forgot, especially because of how far he’d come, the darkness that faceted his entire life when you first met him.
“Of course you can be the little spoon tonight. You can be little spoon any time you like, or all the time if that’s what you really prefer.”
And suddenly you were being pulled into his embrace, his arms tightening around you as he crushed you to him.
“You promise?” he asked, his voice tinted with an emotion you couldn’t quite place.
He buried his face in your neck, breathing in the scent of home.