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Headcanon: Otabek, like Victor, has a Thing for seeing his boyfriend in his clothes, and ever since Barcelona he has been quietly buying things with animal prints and cats on them and wearing them around just so that they’ll be soft and well-worn and full of his scent if he ever gets around to telling Yura how he feels. Said confession takes another two Grands Prix, impatient nudging from his fellow skaters, and a truly staggering amount of clear-in-hindsight flirting, but when they do start dating Yuri goes for those clothes first thing, unabashedly pulling them straight from Otabek’s closet into his suitcase (he doesn’t wear a single one of the shirts he brought that first visit). Otabek would congratulate himself on his foresight except that Yuri steals and wears the rest of Otabek’s clothes as well. Anything goes. Team Kazakhstan sweats, Otabek’s leather jacket, the suspenders from his last juniors free skate (“I thought we agreed those were a mistake,” Otabek says. “Nothing is a mistake on me,” Yuri replies, snapping a strap against his chest, and Otabek has to agree), pants from before Otabek’s growth spurt (so comically short on Yuri’s newly lengthened legs that they could pass for capris but so tight and form-fitting on Yuri’s ass that Beka can barely fucking breathe). Yuri would build a nest out of Beka’s clothes and sleep in it if he didn’t have the real thing to cuddle into every night; he does, sometimes, when they’re separated by competitions or obligations or training. He never apologizes for strewing the bed with half the contents of their wardrobes. Beka’s usually kissing him too hard to care.
Yuri ends up taller and thinner than Otabek, so Otabek usually doesn’t borrow things from Yuri. But he finds out that the clothes thing goes both ways when he’s picking up their bedroom and finds himself holding one of Yura’s leopard-print tops that’s always loose on him, sliding off his collarbones, exposing a pale shoulder. He rubs the silky fabric and considers. Something cotton or polyester would probably be better, have a little more give in its fabric. Or he could try one of the big, fluffy hoodies that Yuri is addicted to, curling up in them on rainy days. But he feels the sensual caress of the material and wonders…
Yuri comes home early to find Otabek in his shirt, stretched tight across his chest, shoulder muscles flexing as he pulls it down his body, a strip of tan skin flashing between the hem and the waistband of his pants. Beka freezes.
“Um,” he says. Yuri drops his skate gear.
“I promise I didn’t tear it,” Otabek says, holding up his hands. The hemline inches back up his abdomen. “It’s just that there was just enough room to get it on and now I can’t get my arms to go back through and-”
“Shut up,” Yuri breathes and lunges.
The shirt does not manage to survive. The pants do, but only just.
I’m Suzy and I want to share with you something that is a big part of my life and that you are also a big part of it. When I was High School I wasn’t the most popular and didn’t have to many friends. I had braces, glasses, and didn’t know how to dress and teens called me weird. The only reason guys liked me was because of my body and that made me feel so used. I listened to your music a lot and it got me through a lot of hard times. When it came to prom my senior year, I thought I was actually going to get to go because a guy I really liked told me he would take me but in the end he backed out. I was left feeling like I wasn’t pretty enough or worthy of even going. That I would be laughed at if I went by myself. I decided to stay home, I wish I would have had friends to go with but none of them so called “friends” wanted to go with me. I was very unsure of who I was, until a few years ago. I went to your 1989 Tour and I heard your clean speech and the lines that stuck out to me the most of what you said was “You are NOT somebody else’s opinion of you.” and “You ARE your own definition of beautiful and worthwhile.” I knew from that moment, I am who I know I am. That I am beautiful no matter what others say. You gave me hope!! Now I am stronger, more confident, and feel beautiful!! I decided that since this year is my 25th Birthday, I want to have a party that is Prom themed!! That this will be the prom I have always dreamed of, the one I didn’t go to because I was afraid to. But now I am fearless!! I know this is kind of last minute and I know you are a very busy person but I would love to invite you to my 25th Birthday Prom!!! There will be lots of food, music, and dancing!!! A place where I am free to be myself, a place where love will be!!! My Birthday Party will be on Saturday, June 24th, 2017!!! Would you, @taylorswift be my guest of honor at my birthday prom??? It would be a way of thanking you for all you have done for me and to have you at my party celebrating who I am now, it would mean so much to me!! I know it is such short notice but it would mean the world!!! I can’t say how incredible you are and how you have changed my life with your kind and loving words!!! I love you, Tay :)
“Being a teenager was like a storm because we didn’t have any answers. We didn’t know what we really wanted, who really loved us…who we really loved. We struggled with the answers. And by the time we’d miraculously figured it out, we had already become adults and experienced changes both big and small. That winter, the world was full of separations and goodbyes.”
A child of Busan, the slower, gentler life in the provinces is all Shi Won had known. With grades as low as hers, without an aptitude for the traditional kind of academics, no one expected her to leave. By a turn of events, she ends up turning her boyband fic writing hobby into a creative writing scholarship to a university in Seoul. It’s her dream come true. And for her parents, who’d long since given up hope of sending their daughter to university in Seoul, it’s both a blessing and a curse. When graduation rolls around, they must say their goodbyes as Shi Won heads off to the big city to find a life for herself.
It is in Seoul that she becomes an adult; she lives without the care of her parents, she studies. She graduates university and eventually goes to work in broadcasting. Though she clings to her roots as a Busan girl, refusing to adopt the Seoul dialect, she does not return to her hometown. Years down the road, she stays in Seoul even when her husband gets transferred to Daegu for work. They have children, they’ve built a life in Seoul. The city has become her home, and though she’ll never forget her origins, the separation of that winter had changed things irrevocably. It’s a byproduct of adulthood; homes become hometowns, parents become people you visit on holidays, though you love them all the same.
This is based on a prompt that went through shittycarryonaus at some point I think? And people were saying they wanted to see it done but as far as I can tell nobody ever wrote it. AU where there is only one bed.
it was never really fine, Baz hated
me from the moment we met, and now I was expected to spend the next eight years
sharing a bed with him. Turns out there was a downside to having the biggest
room in Mummers House, since it wasn’t originally supposed to be for students
and apparently no-one had thought to bring in two separate beds, and no matter
how much I bugged the Mage, it never seemed to get done. Eventually I just
It was fine in first year. We were eleven years old and it was a huge double
bed. We’d curl up on opposite sides with our backs to each other, pretending
the other one wasn’t there. Once we stopped fighting over it and Baz stopped
trying to intimidate me into sleeping on the floor, it was easy enough to get
used to it.