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Today is Day 2 for Otayuri Week 2017 and this is my submission. The prompt for today is Social Media/Confessions. I chose to subtly blend the two together while maintaining this story. It’s going to be a six chapter fic highlighting prompts up to Day 6. Hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think!
Throwback to that time I had some weird paranoid angsty episode and didn’t speak to anyone for a week. I felt so shitty for ignoring Robin that I went out and bought her little gifts and left them in a box outside her door. Later, we passed each other at the bottom of the staircase and had an emotional reunion full of apologies.
“Did you see the box I left outside your door?” she asked.
“No,” I said. “Did you see the box I left outside of yours?”
Turns out we’d both bought each other chocolate, trinkets, and our favorite flavors of ice cream, at the same time, in the same way.
zdeno chara isn’t a bad defensemen. he’s a really good defensemen. he’s just ALONE out there, the bruins have stripped him of his d core. No Seidenberg, who’s been his hockey soulmate for years. No Boychuk. No Ference. He’s the only one who survived this gutting and he’s dealing with it the best way he can. Chara is as responsible for each goal he’s on the ice for as Tuukka is. And yeah he fucks up because he plays McDavid and Crosby and Stamkos and Tavares and literally every other terrifying shooter in the NHL. He doesn’t play on the Power Play that much anymore and is leading the NHl in short handed time on ice. Zdeno Chara is our best defensemen and yeah you can shit on him all you want but he’s a human being, he’s all alone out there, he’s way past his prime and he’s still saving the bruins asses night in and night out. he’s out for a hand full of games and the bruins set themselves on fire and run around screaming. i love chara and he takes too much shit because hockey tumblr has this “NEVER INSULT THE GOALTENDER” outlook which means they blame the main d-man and guess what. he’s doing his best too. and he’s being successfull. but there is more than 1 man on defense. not including all the time he’s spending trying to make Carlo into himself.
Lavi wondered exactly how Lenalee learned of this club, and
if her brother had any idea that she frequented it. He pulled at the collar of
his shirt, the damp, hot air thick with the sounds of Electronica pumping
through the speakers above. Sweaty bodies pressed together on the dance floor
as the colored lights gave him only passing flashes of his surroundings. People
pressed into every corner – dancing, kissing, feeling each other up. Some of
the positions he caught sight of left him flushing, and he kept close to
Lenalee as she dragged him towards the bar.
“Do you come here often? Is this some sort of double life you’re leading?” he
asked, leaning in close to her ear so she could hear him over the music.
She laughed, then grabbed the front of his shirt she tugged him along. “I do a
lot of things you don’t know about, Lavi. Now, stop being a prude and hurry up.
We’re meeting my friend at the bar and I think we’re already late.”
Lavi rolled his eye and followed after. “I’m not a prude, I’m just surprised. I
think I saw someone getting a blow job in the corner over there. This is not
the place I expected it to be.”
“Maybe your night won’t end as you expected, either? Wouldn’t that be a nice
change of pace?” She smiled back at him before slipping between a large group,
barely taking notice of them.
Lavi tried to ignore her jab, focusing on not bumping into too many people. The
crowd made it nearly impossible however, and instead he focused on just
slipping through the cracks in the throng as best he could. “Now, who are we
“Allen. You remember him, right? I think you were there that time we went for
“Allen…” Lavi repeated, the name sitting on his tongue with a sultry weight.
Oh, yes. He remembered Allen, and how absolutely gorgeous he was. How could he
forget? He practically flirted with Lavi the entire time they were at the coffee
shop, then left without so much as a second glance his way. Lavi had gone home
that night more frustrated than he’d ever been in his life. Now that he knew
they’d be spending the night with him again, and in this club…. Well, Lavi knew he’d need a cold shower once he got
“Oh, I think I see him!” Lenalee said, grabbing Lavi’s elbow and pulling him towards
I blame you for everything bc now every time I pass (w/c is everyday btw) by our ice rink all I can think about is klance its not even funny i would literally stop dead in my tracks and think about all of what happens in the rink
¿ - for my muse to ask yours a personal or uncomfortable question [plain or reverse, whichever you're feeling more ;)].
She though she was there to teach them manners, the Kommandant found it almost natural to talk to her. Unlike others, it felt she actually listened and gave a truthful response. So, this gave him the urge to ask her a question. One that, well, was rather hard for him to ask.
When Thera came in though, he felt his nerves go through the roof. She came when he told her to, but even then he didn’t feel like he was ready to ask. Gosh, why was it so hard to talk to women? “Fräulein! I’m so glad you found time to come in!” he greeted with a grin. “I… may I ask you something?” He paused when he heard how shaky his voice sounded. ‘Man up, Wilhelm! She can’t do anything to you.’ With a deep breath, he went for it. “Do you think I’m a datable guy?” His voice wasn’t as strong as he would of liked, but he did it. “Please, be truthful. I…I’m asking as a friend, rather than a commanding officer.”
♪ | A sound, so beautiful, heavenly and familiar filled her ears, the specific melody not one the star recognized due to her short time on earth yet the sound she could easily identify to be one produced by the mysterious instrument that had captivated her interest since her descend to earth.
Aboard her new home, the wooden box with a set of black and white keys had sat collecting dust, none of her crew-mates able to guide her on how to properly use it to draw out sweet tunes, thus at the sight of another playing it so harmoniously, Rosa rushed filled with enthusiasm.
Awe and plead leaking through indigo hues as they met the female’s bronze pair; she didn’t know her nor her name or whether she could trust her, still her query was voiced with no hesitance whatsoever.