I really need some like, otayuri fluff in my life rn?? Like pls
•At the beach and Otabek cant swim so Yuri tries to teach him how to swim
•it turns into a giant mess tho because Yuri is apparently a really shitty teacher
•Otabek kisses his frustrations away and instead they make sand castles
•Otabek can draw?? What?? So Yuri lays down on the couch in the LEAST sexy pose and says “draw me like one of your french girls”
•Beka takes a whopping 5 minutes on it, coloring and all, and they laugh at it for 10 minutes
•Later when Yuri falls asleep during the movie at the other end of the couch, Otabek sneaks down and actually does a very nice portrait of Yuri asleep
•Yuri has them both framed in his apartment next to each other
•Yuri constantly buys shit for Beka because he has like no impluse control
•Guys this boy has like a $1,000 backpack okay dont talk to me
•Anyways one day he buys Beka this leather jacket that looks like it belongs in a Lady Gaga music video. Its a crop top jacket with studs and fringe EVERYWHERE and Yuri LOVES IT
•After mails it, like, a week later, Otabek posts a pic on instagram of him, leaning against his bike, in leather skinny jeans and the jacket with ray bands on and it goes like, viral over night. Yuri is s h o o k. Otabek texts him later like, “Oh, by the way, thanks for the jacket Babe”
Give me the boys being silly and stupid and in love p l e a s e
tbh Ritsu is probably like…… aggressively supportive of Teru and Mob’s relationship. Like, sure he was iffy about Teruki at first, but he makes Mob happy and he’d very obviously jump into danger for Mob so he’s aight in Ritsu’s books.
but….. he’s probably so frustrated with them. The whole of Spice City knows they like each other yet somehow Mob and Teru dance around each other. The mutual pinning is so strong and Ritsu fucking can’t believe Mob doesnt see it just open your fucking eyes niisan teruki is in love with you its not unrequited oh my god
I’m not even kidding when i say I’m stock piling screenshots of every time an anti calls us delusional so i can make a wonderful collage and superimpose it over a photo of the kiss. I really am that petty.
He tugs on my sleeve, and I slap his hand away. (The suit is new, and I don’t need him getting it dirty.) He tugs again, more insistently this time, and I finally give him my full attention.
I look up, and there’s an old couple standing next to a tree, snogging furiously. Simon sniggers and I flush. “Why are you watching them?” I hiss, “you’re being a bloody pervert!”
“Do you reckon they’ve been together a while?” he asks, sounding wistful.
I angle my body away from the couple and snort. “Why are you so obsessed with them? Do you think that’s going to be us someday?”
I bend down, and wait for Baz to turn around. The box is still back at the flat–I hadn’t planned to do this tonight–but I think the whole “down on one knee” thing will get the message across.
“Snow, what the fuck are you doing?”
“I want that,” I say, “I want to be your terrible husband.” For a moment Baz looks like he might cry, and then like he wants to attack. Or kiss me. I still haven’t quite figured out the difference between those two. But he’s definitely sneering now, only it seems gentler somehow. Like he’s trying not to giggle at the same time.
“I can’t believe you actually proposed like that,” Baz says, and he sounds exasperated and his voice is shaking and it’s making me nervous.
I shrug, and that seems to do something to Baz because he’s got tears running down his cheeks and he’s looking at me like I’m the sun.
If my 15-year-old self could see what was happening to me at 25, he’d probably think it was a trick. Some sort of spell to play with his mind, make him see his deepest fantasies. Because truthfully, I wanted this almost as much as the kisses and blood; those were just easier to imagine.
I crouch down in front of Simon, and take his face in my hands. My face is so close to his that he starts to go cross-eyed, like he’s refusing to shut them for even a second. I press my lips to his softly, trying to convey everything I’m feeling in this moment into one kiss.
He kisses me back and it’s so good, just like always. I’m vaguely aware of the fact that the couple from earlier is probably still doing the same thing not too far away, but then Simon does that thing with his chin, and I melt.
He breaks the kiss. “So, is that a yes?”
“Crowley, you really are thick,” I laugh. Snow frowns and shoves my arm. I use his moment of distraction as an opportunity to catch his chin with my finger and kiss him again, trying–and probably failing–to show him how I feel.
“Yes, Simon,” I say, “ Yes, I’ll be your terrible husband.”
and another thing! straight people need to stop projecting their weird ball-and-chain view of their spouses where “the wife” character does all the work while “the husband” lazes around and does nothing. news flash: victor nikiforov has been living by himself for, what i assume has been, several years now. he’s nowhere near as dumb and lazy as you think, i mean… from what we’ve seen of his apartment, it’s pretty neat and organized? not to mention the fact that victor and yuuri’s relationship is based on equality (big theme in case your blind ass missed it!!), so why the fuck would you think victor’s an ass who will let yuuri take care of all the housework smh
This guy would be stalking you to no end! I swear if he likes you, he reaaallly likes you
Trying to know everything about you. Looking for all SNS that you could possibly have: Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat etc..
He would make a fake account and add you as friends or just use the account of his siblings or friends hahah
As a Pisces he should be very romantic, so he’ll leave you love notes and send flowers, signed - mystery man
In his love notes he would convey his love to you. Poetically writing the way you make him feel.
His heart would be beating so fast trying to sneak out of class and secretly putting the letters in your locker
When the bell rings and it’s time for break he’ll hurry to see you going to your locker. He wants to see your reaction when you find the letters and read them.
But you just take the letter and put it in your bag to read it when you’re at home, alone. You’ve cherished every letter you’ve gotten so far.
Yoongi sees the little smile on your face appear when you see the letter. That’s enough satisfaction for him, for now.. ;)
Every night before he falls asleep Yoongi would try and visualize your smile when you see his letters. He would try and come up with something new every time. Something that would make your heart beat faster.
His friends wouldn’t know about his crush on you. This guy would be so good at hiding his feelings for you.
He would know what your favorite classes/subjects would be at school. Suddenly he would be in the top of the class for those particular subjects. Subtly trying to get your attention.
During sports he would look to see if you would look his way. Trying to be macho. Doing some push ups and some pull ups there. “99, 100″
One day he would decide he wants you to know that he’s your secret admirer. He would think up of a good way to reveal himself to you. Writing you one last love note:
I’ve got something to tell you I hope you don’t take it wrong You’ve got a secret admirer And I think he’s writing a song He’s a mysterious guy alright I’ll give you a clue who it is
Hope you liked this one guys! It was so much coming up with things a stalker Yoongi would do xD