#and answer that ask from my good bean of a friend Viktor

[cursestothemoon]

Parents, Presents, and Girlfriends

Requested: yes

Hermione x fem! gryffindor! reader

Warnings: suggestive towards the end, also a steamy kiss towards the end, mentions of food

Summary: Hermione is nervous to meet her girlfriends parents and spend the Christmas holiday with them, but quickly she realizes how silly she was. That and her girlfriend was cross-eyed as a baby.

also i didn’t edit this due to pure laziness so i am sorry 

Word Count: 2301

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“Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean, meeting your parents is one thing but spending the holiday with them? What if I make a terrible first impression, then they are stuck with me for two weeks? What then?”

The way Hermione paced as she rambled made you chuckle, her eyebrows shooting up and falling down every so often.

“I think you are overthinking it, Mione. They’ll love you.” Your tone was confident.

She gave you a look asking if you were sure and you giggled as you stood up. You made your way over to her, taking her hands and bringing them to your lips. Hermione seemed to relax, her shoulders slumping, as you ran her knuckles across your lips before gently placing a few kisses on them.

“Trains leaving soon, love, I think we should get ready to go.”

Hermione nodded going to grab her bags- they had been packed since last week- and you made your way to your things, shoving in a few last minute socks and knickers before zipping it up. You grabbed Hermione by the hand, and you two walked out of your shared dorm, chatting until arriving at the train.

The train ride was spent in a compartment with Ron and Harry, both going to the Burrow for Christmas, and a plethora of sweets.

“Sixth year, can you guys believe it?” Ron asked munching on a chocolate frog leg.

Harry swallowed Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Bean, the grimace he sported was a dead giveaway that it was not a prefered flavor, before answering, “Remember when we flew the car to school?”

Ron nodded with a fond smile but it was Hermione’s voice that came out, “That was the most idiotic thing you two have ever done.”

“Oh don’t act all high and mighty now, that was when you met Y/n.” Harry teased, nudging his head in your direction.

Hermione turned crimson as she bowed her head with a small smile. Your hand found hers on the seat and gave it a squeeze.

“Yeah, you two weren’t around to make me look bad.” Hermione said, remembering the first train ride with you and how quickly you two had become best friends.

It was true, you two quickly became friends during second year, yet neither of you were able to actually identify your feelings as romantic until fourth year. Both of you had gone to the Yule Ball with a date, Hermione with Viktor Krum and you with Dean Thomas. The Ball was fun, though the jealousy spewing in both your hearts put a bit of a damper on things, fortunately the night ended with you two snogging in your dorm before any of the other girls got back. Surely they put two and two together when they got back however, lipstick smudged, dresses just slightly askew, and hair frazzled.

After the infamous night, you two had started dating. Now you had convinced her to spend Christmas holiday with you and your family, wanting your parents to meet the girl you were certain you were going to marry. Hermione had no reason to be worried, unbeknownst to her, your parents already knew all about her- perhaps a bit too much- from the countless letters you’ve written them gushing about your girlfriend.

“What if they don’t like me? Or-or, oh I don’t know! Does my hair look alright?” Hermione fumbled, hands shooting up to comb down her already neat hair- she had done it during the train ride.

“Your hair looks good, and they will like you. Try mentioning S.P.E.W.” You winked, walking out of the compartment.

Hermoine rushed after you, “Don’t leave me! I’m nervous, take my hand.”

You shook your head with a giggle, offering your hand to her as you waited for her to catch up. She took it gratefully, walking in stride with you to the now open door of the train that led to the platform 9 ¾.

The platform was buzzing with families, all bundled up for winter, greeting their children. A rush of excitement filled your being as you looked for your parents, turning to catch a glimpse of Hermione whose eyes were wide and smile, nervous.

“Y/n! Hermione! Over here!” It was your mum’s voice.

“Merlin, she knows my name.” Hermione mumbled to herself.

You chuckled, pulling Hermione by the hand to where your mum was waving at you two from a little ways down the platform. Upon reaching your mother, Hermione was pulled into a hug leaving you to gasp in feigned offence.

“I am your daughter you know?”

“And I’m your mother. Now that we’ve got titles out of the way let me greet your girlfriend.” Your mom waved you off turning to look at Hermione.

Hermione smiled, a bit overwhelmed by the aggressive hug, “It’s very nice to meet you, Mrs. L/n. Merry Christmas.”

“Call me Y/m/n, and it’s even lovelier to meet you. Y/n doesn’t shut up about you in her letters, you’re featured in every single one.”

“Mum.” You groaned, cheeks starting to heat up.

Hermione laughed, the knots in her stomach finally starting to loosen. Your mum seemed to take to her quickly, leaving you to grab most of the luggage. Hermione tried to protest, offering to help but your mother initiated you had it taken care of and she wrapped an arm around your girlfriend's shoulders starting a conversation about school, you presume.

“Yeah, I’m fine, not to worry.” You grumble, finally getting the five bags you were left with off the floor and comfortable enough for you to walk with.

“Carry the bags, Y/n. Let me get to know your girlfriend, Y/n. You can handle it.” You mimicked as you three finally made it to the car, your father sitting at the wheel before catching sight of you three and jumping out.

“Girls! Sorry I wasn’t at the platform, your mum thought it best if we bombarded Hermione one parent at a time.” He smiled, grabbing the bags from your hands quickly.

He watched you drop them with a huff, “Why’d you carry ‘em all, Y/n?”

“Oh you know, just trying to impress Hermione.” You said sarcastically, making him laugh as he shoved the bags into the trunk of the vehicle.

Your dad was a muggle, as muggle as they come really. He had a modest childhood, only ever getting what he needed, wants and luxuries saved for the children who could afford them. Your mother was a pureblood witch, a Gryffindor at that, and had lived in the house just a town over from your father’s. They had been together since they were fifteen, married since they were nineteen.

The backseat of the car held you and Hermione, your mum in the passenger seat and your father driving back to the house. The radio emitted a low tune but other than that a comfortable silence filled the car. You reached your hand across the seat, grabbing Hermione’s and giving a gentle squeeze. She turned to you, a smile nearly splitting her face, and her eyes sparkling. Clearly she was having a good time, and maybe carrying the bags all that way was worth it.  

The ride home was quick, the newly fallen snow nearly blinding on the dark, paved roads. Your home coming into view causes a bubble of giddiness to rise into your belly, mum always decorated for Christmas and you could tell she went all out this year. The pathway leading up to the house had six Christmas trees, three on each side and each one sparkling with twinkling white lights and a red bow on top. The house itself was a good size, wedding present from your mother’s side, and had the same white twinkling lights wrapping around it.

“Welcome home.” You teased, grinning at Hermione.

Christmas Eve had gone without a hitch, dinner went exceptionally well. It felt as though Hermione had been a part of the family for ages, her humour, wit, and intelligence melded very well with that of your family’s. It was evident Hermione realized she had been nervous for nothing, a smile had sat gracefully on her face all night and you couldn’t be happier.

After dinner you and Hermioen had broken away from your parents- still chattering in the kitchen- and made your way to the front steps with hot chocolate cradled in each of your hands. You took a sip from your cup, the whip cream finding a nice spot to rest just at the top of your upper lip making the witch next to you let out a laugh.

“Is there something on my face?” Your tone was painfully oblivious.

She laughed again, “Nope, not at all.”

“Good, now give me a kiss, babes.”

You pucker your lips with exaggeration, leaning toward her. She laughed harder trying to lean away from her girlfriend but realized it was a losing battle so she retaliated. Hermioen grabbed your face and pulled you closer to her, only to bring her tongue out and lick a broad stripe over your mouth, collecting the whipped cream.

The shock was evident on your face as you froze for a moment before grimacing theatrically.

“I can’t believe you just licked me.” You muttered, a hand coming up to wipe your mouth.

“You were asking for it.” Hermione shrugged.

You let out a sigh before looking at her, a feigned expression of thinking drawn on your face, “I think now I deserve a proper kiss for that. Only fair.”

Hermione pretended to think for a moment also before she nodded, “You’re right, I think you do.”

She leaned over, pulling your lips to hers in a heated kiss. Her hand went to your waist, pulling at the material of your pants to bring you closer, you let out a quiet whimper at this making her slide her right hand over your backside, groping at the clothed flesh. You deepened the kiss, bringing one hand up to hold her face, the other one resting comfortable around her neck.

Hermione pulled her lips from yours with a smacking sound making you let out a breathy laugh.

“Apology accepted.”

The comment made Hermione snort, a hand coming up to shove your shoulder gently. A few whipped cream mustaches and far more than a few kisses later, both you and Hermione decided to go inside to get warmed up.

Your mother running around with blankets, your father following with pillows- though he’d rather not run- made you raise your eyebrows in curiosity.

“Mum...what are you doing?”

“Getting Hermione’s room ready.”

“Hermione’s...room...ready?” You tried to understand, really you did.

The way you said the words made your dad snort, before going to drop the pillows off in the spare room.

You turned to your mom, “I thought Hermione would be sleeping in my room...you know… with me?”

“People who date can’t sleep in the same room, that was the rule for your brother, that’s the rule for you. No matter how sweet Hermione is, I know you might try some funny business.” She said, a finger pointing at you.

Hermione laughed, knowing just how true it was before assuring, “I’m alright with staying in the spare room it’s alright.”

You groaned and stammered, not unlike a child complaining, “But- but, Hermione and I share a dorm. And! And! Even if there was any funny business, which there won’t be, don't be weird Mum, but if there was it’s not like either of us would get pregnant.”

Your dad gave a loud snort as he watched your mum try to find something to say.

“Well…”

“I mean, she’s not wrong, Y/M/N.” Your dad added, winking at you.

Your mother thought for a moment before giving in, “Alright, I suppose you’re right. But if her snoring gets too loud Hermione, you are more than welcome to switch rooms.”

You scoffed in offence, holding your hand over your heart dramatically, “I do not snore.”

The silence was deafening, and you turned to Hermione, “Don’t feed into this!”

She brushed you off with a smile before turning to your parents, “I’ll keep that in mind, thank you.”

Your parents bid you two goodnight and made their way to their room, both Hermione and you walking in the direction of yours before your mum called out again.

“Remember, bright and early for presents in the morning! Goodnight!”

“Goodnight!” You and Hermione said in sync before opening the door to your room.

You walked in, Hermione following, and turned just as you heard her close and lock the door.

“Should I be worried?” You joked.

Hermione shook her head with a smirk, “Hope they won’t mind if I have you one of your presents early…” She trailed off as she walked toward you slowly.

“And to think, they thought I would be the one to start the funny business. Unbelievable…”

BONUS:

You sat on the floor in between Hermione’s legs as she sat on the couch, thumbing through a photo album your mum had so graciously given her. Your father handed her a few loose photographs, those were the really embarrassing ones that he liked to keep close, that you really wished he would’ve kept to himself.

Hermione would laugh to herself every so often making you look up from the scarf you were knitting to try and see the picture that brought out that reaction. Unfortunately, your seat was not the most fitting for such so you couldn’t catch the picture. That is until Hermione spoke up.

“You were cross-eyed as a baby. Did you know?”

Suddenly you knew the exact picture she was looking at making you groan, dropping your forehead onto her knee in embarrassment.

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[m34gs]

Fandom ask: Fire Force and Blue Exorcist.

Thank you for the ask, friend! From this post. I am super excited to answer this!

Ok, I tried to keep this as spoiler-free as possible, but even so there is slight spoilers for Fire Force if people have not seen season 2.

Also, tw for discussing an age gap and uncomfortable pairing I highly dislike, which is why the rest of this post will be answered under the cut. Stay safe, friends!

Fire Force:

The first character I first fell in love with: Honestly? It was definitely Shinra. He's got such a sweet and kind soul, he immediately made me adore him.

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: I never expected to actually like Hibana, but I totally do now lol. At first I thought she was a stereotypical man-hater meant to be the character that bashes on feminists by portraying them as 'extremists' (I know some are, but really, there's extremists in every group, and I am not getting into that discussion right now). Then it turns out she just has really high standards as to which people she sees as equals and who she trusts, which were exaggerated for the sake of comedy. Also, I really love seeing her dote on Shinra and Iris.

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: Honestly? I don't really think there's a character that is loved by everyone and hated by me.

The character I love that everyone else hates: I am not sure if everyone hates her, but I'd have to say Inca. Yes, she is incredibly self-centered and she is impulsive and doesn't care about others. But you know, these are not traits we typically get to see portrayed in female characters, and when we do it's almost always about someone who has a tragic back story or is centered around stuff that is rather sexual. So, to see her, a character who's 'backstory' is literally "I enjoy the adrenaline high of not knowing if I'm going to live and I discovered that when I survived a fire", and not having her interests revolve around anything more complex than that is refreshing.

The character I used to love but don’t any longer: I don't think I have one of these.

The character I would totally smooch: Viktor Licht, or Maki Oze. Nerdy Husband or Strong Wife.

The character I’d want to be like: Konro. I mean, doesn't everyone? He's so amazing.

The character I’d slap: Beaky. (for those who don't know...Dr. Giovanni)

A pairing that I love: Benimaru and Konro!!!!!!!!! I love them so much!! (also, shout out to everyone reading this, check out @kimium 's Fire Force fanfic about this pairing, Smouldering Remains, here )

A pairing that I despise: Oh. There is some that I downright despise. I dislike these pairings because they make me highly uncomfortable. I have, for some reason, on AO3, seen a surprising amount of Obi/Shinra in the tags. I don't read them. I really really dislike the idea of this pairing. For one thing, Shinra is 17. Obi is 31. Illegal. For another, I think their relationship is more that of a father-son interaction. I firmly believe Obi has Dad energy, and that he has informally adopted Shinra.

Blue Exorcist

The first character I first fell in love with: Rin Okumura. How could I not? He is a Precious Bean who tries his best.

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: Amaimon. Listen, I know he's an ass. He's impulsive and selfish and corrupt. I know he is terrible. But you know, I just can't hate him. He has that playful energy, and I just can't help but think in different circumstances he could be a good friend to have.

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: I know not everyone loves him, so this is more about a character I just don't enjoy. And that is Yukio.

The character I love that everyone else hates: I'm trying to think if there's a character who gets a lot of hate for no reason that I love, but I don't think there really is. Tbh all these characters are pretty well-rounded.

The character I used to love but don’t any longer: Yukio.

The character I would totally smooch: Definitely Shura Kirigakure. Have you seen her?

The character I’d want to be like: Yuri Egin (Rin and Yukio's mother). I definitely find her interesting. Her entire personality is very similar to Rin's.

The character I’d slap: Yukio. I get it, I do. He's been traumatized, he doesn't have therapy or a lot of supports. But he doesn't use the ones he does have either and believe me I've been down the road of not trusting others when I should. So I wanna grab him by the shoulders and say "Oh my gawd just talk with Rin you idiot" like I wanna grab my past self by the shoulders and shout about how I should trust people.

A pairing that I love: Bon/Rin! I am actually writing a Bon/Rin Atlantis AU fanfic for Blue Exorcist, called The World I Want to Know. (link to the fic here)

A pairing that I despise: Shiro Fujimoto and Mephisto. Don't know why. I just can't stand it. Shrugs.

#Blue exorcist #Fire force #asks #fandom ask #kimium #responses #friends #for fun #feel free to ask more

[jbankai89]

Kittens and Kings [4/5]

Chapter Four – Neko

When Yuri woke the following morning, it was in a warm embrace that made him feel slightly giddy and comforted all at once.

JJ's post-sex cuddling was as intense as everything else about him. Where Otabek would hold onto him tenderly, like he was made of glass, JJ clung to him like he was determined that Yuri would not be able to escape his clutches.

Not that he'd want to, but it was certainly a switch from what he was used to.

The only downside to this was that Yuri really had to pee, but JJ was just not letting him get up.

“JJ,” Yuri hissed when he'd tried to get up for the third time, and JJ had shifted to compensate, making it feel more like he was in bed with a grabby octopus instead of a human. “JJ, wake up.”

“Sleepy...”

“Wake up, asshole, or I swear I will pee all over you.”

“What?” JJ asked as his grip slackened a little, and his head lifted off the pillow as he gazed blearily at Yuri. Yuri did not wait to explain, but instead took advantage of the gentler grip as he wormed out of JJ's arms and ran to the bathroom.

When Yuri got back, his bladder blessedly empty, JJ was stretched out in bed, one arm under his head as he grinned at Yuri.

“Sorry about that, Kitten, I had no idea I was on my way to giving you a UTI.”

“You're like a limpet in sleep, has anyone ever told you that?” Yuri groused as he got back into bed, tugging the blankets across his hips, while JJ reached out to urge him closer.

“How am I like a limpet?”

“You cling to things and don't let go.”

“What can I say?” JJ purred as he leant in for a light kiss. “I see what I want, and I grab hold of it, damn the consequences.”

“That part I know,” Yuri replied with a humourless smile. “That's sort of how we got into this mess.”

“Well it didn't turn out all bad, did it?”

“Not really, no, but...”

“But you still feel guilty?” JJ asked, and Yuri nodded a little, his mouth twisted into a grimace.

“Otabek's still tagging me in the occasional nasty tweet, but now that he's not shitfaced it's more passive-aggressive.”

“That sounds more like him,” JJ remarked as he coaxed Yuri to lie down, and JJ immediately spooned around him. “He's never been all that...vocal.”

“Yeah, I just...I didn't mean to hurt him...he's usually a good man, right now he's just hurting.”

“Usually being the key word,” JJ replied with a sour note to his voice. “He can't switch on and off, that's not how people work.”

“He was never like this before,” Yuri mumbled sadly, “it was my...our stupid affair that made him like this.”

“No one made him turn into a Grade-A douchebag,” JJ replied simply, “that was all him.”

“But—”

“—no,” JJ interrupted sternly. “Don't go blaming yourself for his shitty attitude. He decided to flip out on you over this, and there are a million ways he could've reacted, but he chose to get royally pissed and kick you out. None of that is your fault.”

“It feels like my fault...”

“What will make it not feel like your fault?” JJ asked while he leant in to nibble at Yuri's ear, which caused him to squirm and rotate his shoulders at the tickling sensation.

“I don't know...a lobotomy?”

“What about brunch?” JJ asked, “Crêpes with whipped cream and strawberries and more coffee than you can drink, or omelettes and orange slices, or eggs and toast and sausage...”

“Are you hinting that you want to go out for brunch?” Yuri asked dryly, and JJ grinned.

“See? You're already reading my mind, Kitten. We were made for each other.”

~*~

After getting dressed and layering on their jackets, scarves, and boots, JJ slung an arm over Yuri's shoulders as he escorted him to the elevator and down to the subterranean garage. Not one but three spots were reserved for JJ, in which there was a black mustang, a red corvette, and a shiny black motorcycle. The latter made Yuri's stomach twinge with regret, but thankfully JJ was not stupid enough to ride a motorcycle around in the dead of winter, and chose the corvette.

“It's the only one with winter tires,” JJ explained after he got in and fished out his keys. “I never got around to doing to mustang.”

“This is fine,” Yuri replied, “I normally bussed everywhere, I never got around to getting my license...”

“It's expensive as hell out here, so probably better that you didn't,” JJ replied with a short laugh as he backed out of the spot while Yuri fiddled with the radio, eventually settling on a station that claimed to be oldies rock, but played stuff from the late nineties and early two thousands like The Killers, Green Day, and Avenged Sevenfold.

They didn't go far, and after a ten-minute drive they pulled into a diner called Chez Cora. The 'o' in Cora had been replaced by a rising sun, and the parking lot was packed with cars.

“Saturday morning,” JJ said with a wince, “I hope we don't have to wait...”

“We could always go somewhere else...”

“No,” JJ interrupted stubbornly, “it's in the rulebook, Chez Cora is the only brunch place worth going to. If you suggest we go to McDonalds, I will divorce you.”

“We're not married, you moron,” Yuri replied with a snort of laughter, which JJ answered to with another one of his obnoxious 'winning' smiles.

“Come on, even if we have to wait, it's so worth it.”

JJ promptly dragged Yuri from the vehicle, pausing just long enough to lock it before he threw his arm over Yuri's shoulders again and led him towards the restaurant. Despite JJ's stubborn insistence, Yuri was somewhat inclined to agree with him. He'd been to Chez Cora once or twice with Viktor and his Katsudon, and the food was always good, if a little blandly Canadien.

Yuri followed JJ inside, where he jabbered animatedly with the hostess in French, and she plucked two plastic-encased menus off her stand as she chatted with him.

“See?” JJ purred in Yuri's ear, switching to English as the hostess turned and led them away. “JJ charm is all we need to snag a table.”

Yuri snorted derisively, but at the same time put an arm at JJ's back, leaning into his embrace.

“It's amazing to me how humble you are,” Yuri replied dryly, and JJ chuckled. They wove through the restaurant, teeming with families, couples, and groups of friends all enjoying weekend brunch, and distantly, he heard the smash of some kind of glass or ceramic hit the floor—a kid—presumably.

After they were seated they were brought a French Press of coffee and two mugs, along with a tiny basket of plastic creams and packets of sugar and splenda. Both Yuri and JJ ignored the dairy and sugar products as they poured their coffee black.

“This is...loud,” Yuri remarked, and JJ chuckled.

“Popular place, Kitten, of course it's loud.”

Yuri kicked JJ under the table at the nickname, but it was halfhearted, and the small smile on his face never wavered. The Canadien ignored him as he buried his nose in the plasticized menu and sipped the hot coffee. Yuri mirrored him, just as a waitress sidled up to their table to take their orders. JJ asked for some sort of crêpe monstrosity that was more dessert than breakfast, and Yuri asked for the Cabane special—a Québecois symphony of meat products and beans, with toast. The waitress noted it down and took back their menus, and at the same moment Yuri felt a foot hook around his ankle as JJ smiled warmly at him.

“See this is so nice. Just you, and me, and brunch,” JJ said, his voice once more dropping to that warm, decidedly un-JJ tone of voice that he seemed to reserve only for Yuri. Yuri felt a flush creep up his neck at the words, and hid behind his mug in an effort to conceal his embarrassment, because despite all the other shit going on, JJ was right—it was nice.

“What are you enjoying more,” Yuri asked as he reached for one of the complimentary packets of jam, and fiddled with it absentmindedly, “the brunch or me?”

“Oh the brunch, definitely,” JJ teased, offering Yuri another grin before he picked his coffee back up and sipped it. “I can eat brunch in public, you, I have to wait til we get home.”

“I dimly recall a few public blow jobs...” Yuri replied with a small smirk, and JJ snorted.

“Yeah, well...” JJ trailed off, and Yuri's smirk widened as he registered what he was seeing—JJ was blushing.

Yuri logged that bit of information away for later use just as their platters of food arrived, and the pair dug in.

Yuri genuinely had no idea what everyone thought was so great about this place, but he thought better than to voice it as he broke the pastry of his miniature tourtière and the sweet scent of spiced meat hit his nose. The food was okay, all things considered, but boring. And yet, the place was overloaded with customers. JJ himself seemed to be enjoying his crêpe monstrosity that seemed to be more whipped cream than anything else, so much so that he seemed more keen to eat than engage Yuri in conversation.

“God, I'm being a terrible date, stuffing my face and not talking to you,” JJ said suddenly, as though he'd read Yuri's mind. “Want to try a bit?”

Yuri glanced up from his own meal to see JJ holding out a forkful of crêpe, strawberry, and whipped cream. He wasn't much for sweets in the morning, but the hopeful and endearing look in JJ's eyes was impossible to say no to, and instead Yuri offered up a small shrug.

“Sure, why not,” he said as he opened his mouth to accept the bite.

And, of course, that happened to be same moment that Yuuri Cockblock Katsuki had to intrude on their meal.

“Oh. My. God. Yurio? Is that you?”

A string of choice Russian expletives slipped from Yuri's mouth after he'd swallowed the forkful, and he turned to see Yuuri with Viktor in tow, both of them staring at Yuri and JJ like one might regard an alien from outer space.

“What?” Yuri asked, his voice a little thick from the cream clinging to the inside of his mouth, while JJ busied himself with his coffee and miraculously, did not say a word.

“Who the hell else would it be?”

“But why are you here with JJ?” Yuuri asked, while behind him Viktor pressed his lips together to hide a smile. Clearly, Katsudon was still a bit slow on the uptake.

“We're going tenpin bowling,” Yuri replied sarcastically, and JJ snorted. “What do you think?”

“It's our first real date,” JJ offered, and Yuri kicked him under the table.

“Date?” Yuuri sputtered, his eyes almost comically wide. “Date?”

“That's what he said,” Yuri said, caught somewhere between embarrassment and amusement at Viktor and Yuuri's wildly different reactions.

“So you must have been who Otabek was bitching about on Twitter the other day,” Viktor said with a warm laugh. “That explains a lot.”

“So, you two...” Yuuri trailed off, the comical surprise never fading from his eyes as he glanced from Yuri to JJ and back again. He did this several times, as though his brain and eyes couldn't agree on what they were witnessing. “How long?”

“Um...” Yuri looked over to JJ, who offered him a small shrug, and went for his coffee.

“Depends on what you mean by how long,” JJ said, and Katsudon frowned disapprovingly at the response.

“I mean how long, what do you mean?”

“But do you mean how long Yuri and I have been hopelessly, madly, infatuatingly in love, or do you mean how long have we been secretly fucking?”

Yuri rolled his eyes and kicked JJ under the table again, while Yuuri flushed a deep scarlet, and Viktor seemed to be trying to keep from laughing.

“Technically, it's our first real date,” Yuri said, and JJ grinned at him. The simple explanation made Yuuri flush again. “What?”

“But...Yurio...Have you thought about Otabek at all?” Yuuri asked, “he's all alone and you're just...living it up?”

“Otabek is the one who threw me out,” Yuri replied, “he practically yanked off my ring and tossed me out onto the street, then got hammered and spread it all over Twitter. So why exactly would I think about him after all that? Yeah, JJ and I were in the wrong doing what we did—I'm not stupid, I know that—but Otabek went way too far. One tiny indiscretion turned him into a raging asshole, and that's not right, either.”

“Oh, but...” Yuuri looked from Yuri to JJ and back again, his bottom lip caught between his teeth and his expression deeply troubled. Thankfully, Viktor seemed to sense that they were intruding on a private moment, and now was most certainly not the time for an intervention from the Morality Police.

“Come on, Yuuri,” Viktor said as he wrapped an arm around the other man, and spoke in a low tone that made Yuuri blush, “let's leave them to their date, and we can all talk about it later, okay?” Viktor shifted his gaze to Yuri, and offered the fellow Russian a fatherly smile, which made Yuri scowl. “Cкоро приедете на yжин?”

Yuri scowled.

“Ты не мой отец, Виктор,” Yuri replied sourly, and Viktor laughed.

“What are they saying?” JJ hissed at Yuuri in a stage whisper.

“Viktor's doing the fatherly thing again,” Yuri filled in before Yuuri could answer.

“Well your grandpa and parents are allllll the way over in Russia, it's the least I can do to show some hospitality to your new boyfriend!” Viktor said as he fingered a wave at Yuri. “Think about it, Yurio, we'd be happy to have you over.”

Without another word, Viktor wrapped an arm around Yuuri's shoulders and led him away.

“I'm suddenly feeling like I never got the full Viktor and Yuuri experience before just now,” JJ remarked as he dug back into the remnants of his brunch, spearing a glazed strawberry and holding it up at eye level. “Are they always like that?”

“If you mean, are they always acting like my fathers, then unfortunately, yes,” Yuri replied grumpily. “I'm not that much younger than them, but they still insist on treating me like I'm ten. It's so stupid.”

“I dunno, you get this...patchy blush thing then you get really mad, it's adorable,” JJ teased, and began to laugh when Yuri glared at him.

~*~

After brunch, Yuri was far too full to even suggest something ridiculous like going to practice, and instead JJ dragged Yuri back to his condo for mint tea (which he claimed would help them feel less full) and he learned something about JJ that he did not expect.

The man was a total weeb.

“Look, JJ, I don't care if you insist on making me watch this shit, but can you please make it something other than this Magical Girl stuff? Nobody loves Cardcaptor Sakura this much.”

“Yuri, you're so mean!” JJ cried from the floor where he was sifting through a stack of Blu-ray discs. “Everyone loves Cardcaptor Sakura!”

“I bet you're the president of the Cardcaptor Sakura Fan Club too,” Yuri mumbled, and JJ laughed.

“Co-founder. Too busy being the president of the King JJ Fan Club to devote all my time to Sakura.”

“JJ Girls are so annoying, Yuri Angels are way better,” Yuri replied on reflex, and JJ laughed out loud.

“You're adorable when you're all defensive of your rabid fans, Kitten,” JJ teased as he finally settled on a disc and popped it in. Thankfully, it turned out to be Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children instead of more Cardcaptor Sakura. JJ got off the floor and snuggled up to Yuri on the sofa, dragging him close as he draped the woven blanket over them, and Potya curled up at the opposite end near their feet.

Outside, large puffy snowflakes fluttered past the window as Yuri curled up with JJ. Normally, movie nights (or afternoons, in this case) Yuri found painfully boring; he had always enjoyed spending time with Otabek (prior to his wild attitude switch) but he always got antsy when they did anything low-key, like an evening of movies or board games.

With JJ, Yuri was amazed by how much he liked it. He felt none of the old lack of attention span resurfacing, only a strange sense of peace.

Maybe this is a sign that Otabek and I really weren't meant to be, and JJ is...the one?

Yuri felt himself blush a deep scarlet, and grabbed the mug of herbal tea to hide the reaction. When had he gotten so cheesy?

“Oh, this is my favourite part!”

JJ's voice drew Yuri out of his musings, and he watched as the older man, childlike, grinned wildly and pointed at the screen. This time, Yuri didn't have a caustic or sarcastic remark for him, but instead smiled indulgently as he snuggled into JJ's side and turned his attention to the movie.

A/N: “Cкоро приедете на yжин?”(Skoro priyedete na uzhin?) - “Come for dinner soon?”/“Ты не мой отец, Виктор,” (Ty ne moy otets, Viktor) - “You're not my father, Viktor.” This is according to Google Translate, and I didn't have time to have it double-checked, so if the grammar is off, please let me know so I can fix it! :)

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[paullrud]

It’s your favorite Answer All Anon again!!!!! Answer all the Unusual Asks PLZZZ?

hey AAA :) glad to see you back on my page. hope you like these answers. sorry it’s late, yet again. ✦ nova

1. spotify, soundcloud, or pandora? soundcloud. every. single. time.

2. is your room messy or clean? a little bit of both. one corner of my room is just a mountain of clothing, but my bed and closet are super neat.

3. what color are your eyes? brown, like chocolate.

4. do you like your name? why? no. and i ellect to not have my name on here, that’s why i have an alias of “nova”

5. what is your relationship status? single. i cried in the car on my way home from work for that exact reason last night. i kept thinking, “will i ever be good enough for someone to love me?”

6. describe your personality in 3 words or less. humorous, depressed, intro/extrovert

7. what color hair do you have? it used to be all sorts of colors, different every month. but, i went corporate and dyed it back to my original color.

8. what kind of car do you drive? color? black 2017 toyota corolla. used to have a matte black 4-door jeep wrangler, but my mother took it away from me for the terms of “responsibility” and “immature nature”

9. where do you shop? anthropologie and urban outfitters, mostly, because i work at urban. sometimes lf (only when their 70% off sale is going on), dover street market, kith and off-white.

10. how would you describe your style? total hypebae. i love streetwear, my influences are virgil abloh and heron preston when it comes to style and what clothing i wear.

11. favorite social media account that’s a hard one because i’m really not sure what you mean? if it’s a person, i don’t have one. if it’s an app, twitter, most definitely.

12. what size bed do you have? full size!

13. any siblings? one sister. hate her.

14. if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? like i said before in the other ask ^.^ france. nantes for the spring and summer, paris for the winter and fall. i fell in love with paris when i went for the first time with my friend (who i like, by the way) when he invited me.

15. favorite snapchat filter? do not have a snapchat, so i can’t say.

16. favorite makeup brand(s) i don’t wear makeup a lot, but anatasia for the brows. most definitely. my favorite perfume though is viktor and rolf, flowerbomb.

17. how many times a week do you shower? winter and fall is 4 to 5 times a week. spring and summer is 5 to 8 times a week.

18. favorite tv show? if it’s not “the office”…… i send it back!

19. shoe size? 8 to 9, depending on the company.

20. how tall are you? 5 feet, 1 inch ^.^

21. sandals or sneakers? i hate feet, so sneakers

22. do you go to the gym? god, no.

23. describe your dream date running errands then cooking a meal together. sounds lame, but to me that really is the most domesticated thing you can do with someone you love.

24. how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? i’m all cashless, baby.

25. what color socks are you wearing? navy blue with little red hearts on them.

26. how many pillows do you sleep with? 2, but they suck so i’m going to get 2 new ones, when i get my paycheck.

27. do you have a job? what do you do? yes, i have 2 actually. i work in retail for both (cole haan and urban outfitters)

28. how many friends do you have? i have a lot of accquaintences, but only 4 to 5 people i call my true friends. my ride or dies, if you will.

29. what’s the worst thing you have ever done? probably steal. i was a huge kleptomaniac back in my early teens.

30. what’s your favorite candle scent? vanilla or the green one from febreeze (i forgot what the scent is named)

31. 3 favorite boy names everett, cole, aspen (+bonus scott)

32. 3 favorite girl names alex, denise, elle

33. favorite actor? tom holland or sebastian stan. don’t make me choose!

34. favorite actress? zoe saldana by a landslide.

35. who is your celebrity crush? i really don’t have one! i admire celebrities for their acting and charity work.

36. favorite movie? a tie between captain america: the winter soldier and scott pilgrim vs the world.

37. do you read a lot? what’s your favorite book? i don’t read a lot, but when i do they are mostly about real life events and autobiographies.

38. money or brains? why not money and brains

39. do you have a nickname? what is it? my real name, yes. but for now, let’s keep with nova.

40. how many times have you been to the hospital? too many times to count, if i’m being honest. always for my depression or suicide attempts.

41. top 10 favorite songs in NO particular order, btw! – lover is a day by cuco – it’s strange by louis the child – in your head (rl grime edit) by g jones – ucla (heimanu remix) by rl grime – flicker by porter robinson – pursuit (jawns remix) by gesaffelstein – the wave (louis the child remix) by elohim – hi this is flume (whole ep) by flume – you’re on by madeon – luv by whipped cream

42. do you take medications daily? yes.

43. what is your skin type? dry… smh.

44. what is your biggest fear? being kidnapped and sold on the black market.

45. how many kids do you want? zero.

46. what’s your go to hair style? space buns!

47. what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) medium-ish

48. who is your role model? my friends. they’re older than me (by a couple years) and they’re doing exceedingly well for their age.

49. what was the last compliment you recieved? “i like your dress!”

50. what was the last text you sent? “thankssssss.”

51. how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? sadly, 10 or 11. smh, my mother really let me believe in a lie for 10 years.

52. what is your dream car? maserati SUV.

53. opinion on smoking? don’t like it. but, i’m a hypocrite because i juul.

54. do you go to college? yes!

55. what is your dream job? definitely NOT what i’m doing right now. probably working at the refinery 29 office in los angeles, doing something with the fashion department.

56. would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? i love the city but when it comes down to it, my ideal place would be rural… me and my husband secluded on a goat farm in nantes, france? amazing.

57. do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? yes. if you don’t, then what’s the point of going to a hotel?

58. do you have freckles? no :( i wish.

59. do you smile for pictures? yes, but a tightlipped smile.

60. how many pictures do you have on your phone? 24,680

61. have you ever peed in the woods? yes, on a camping trip.

62. do you still watch cartoons? yes, futurama, archer and bob’s burgers!

63. do you prefer chicken nuggets from wendy’s or mcdonalds? never had wendy’s! never had mcdonald’s!

64. favorite dipping sauce? the honey mustard from wings over… *watering mouth pursues*

65. what do you wear to bed? al-natural, baby.

66. have you ever won a spelling bee? no. sadly.

67. what are your hobbies? i have my own clothing line and i really love photography, drawing and painting. also i make music ^.^

68. can you draw? cc: 67th question.

69. do you play an instrument? piano.

70. what was the last concert you saw? louis the child at governor’s ball ^.^

71. tea or coffee? coffee.

72. starbucks or dunkin donuts? that vanilla bean creme frappucino ^.^

73. do you want to get married? yes. of course.

74. what is your crush’s first and last intial? s.p.

75. are you going to change your last name when you get married?maybe… we’ll see.

76. what color looks best on you? black.

77. do you miss anyone right now? s.p.

78. do you sleep with your door open or closed? closed.

79. do you believe in ghosts? yes.

80. what is your biggest pet peeve? stupidity.

81. last person you called s.p.

82. favorite ice cream flavor? ben and jerry’s milk and cookies :)

83. regular oreos or golden oreos? regular, always and forever.

84. chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? rainbow! it’s happiness in sprinkles

85. what shirt are you wearing? a red one :)

86. what is your phone background? porter robinson ^.^

87. are you outgoing or shy? little bit of coloumn a… little bit of coloumn b…

88. do you like it when people play with your hair? yes, only if i’m comfortable with you.

89. do you like your neighbors? the right one yes, the left one no.

90. do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? no, only in the shower :)

91. have you ever been high? yes, not a pleasant experience.

92. have you ever been drunk? yes… also not a pleasant experience.

93. last thing you ate? homemade macaroni and cheese

94. favorite lyrics right now any lyric from “lover is a day” by cuco

95. summer or winter? winter !

96. day or night? night !

97. dark, milk or white chocolate? i do not like chocolate ! yuck !

98. favorite month? april :)

99. what is your zodiac sign virgo 

100. who was the last person you cried in front of? my coworker :(

#she answers

[aph-2p-headcanons]

2P!Russia Boyfriend Headcanons

((okay ive gotten  shit ton of passive aggressive asks for him and china and romano they're cOmIng PatienNce ples. ))

hi hello is this thing on yes thaNK YOU WELCOME FOLKS

TO THE BRAGINSKY BOYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS *eight grader airhorn

app*

okay it jus one boy

ur boi

;)))))))))

VIKTOR BRAGINSKY

wowie what a man

such a tol boi i mean are you short????

are you tall??

it doesn't matter

he;ll do it all

like i can see him in sweater vests and button ups and his lil scarf for some reason just with you on his shoulders mounting a paper plate on the wall because he's fucking weird as hecke

oKAY SORRY GETTING OFF TOPIC AGAIN

ALRIGHT

SO

YOU GOT A RUSSIAN BITCH BABY

he wont cry if you call him that dont worry he isn't a shark he'll just snark

WOO ON PAR WITH THE RHYMES TODAY I AM A RAP GODD KACHOW

he m e mes im so sorry,,,,,

like he's such a fucking dad it's never funny they're all from 2009 and you're probably cringing but he thinks its funny and he doesn't have a visible sense of humour so you chuckle and tell him that that cat in the ceiling is hilarious - "how did he get up there heh sillyy cat"    " :,<)) gee bab e i dunno aha h ahA" *scrapes teeth along cheese grater*

i havent even explained oh me oh m y

dearest apologies friends

viktor is seen by most as tall, dark, and mysterious (spoiler: he is),,,

i see him, also, as this , like, almost snobby quiet guy?? that was brought up sheltered from the outside world?? ya dig??

like

he doesn't suck a whole bunch, he's just inexperienced

he loves to read and write and is a pacifist ((so you could sayy,,,, he wanted to write, not fight,,,, ive already made three im so sorry))

so,,, he does not want to fight with you, eve r

but he will not hesitate to tell you if he doesn't like something you're doing - my dude doesn't have time for fuckery - unless it's meant to be fun - like,,, - he doesn't want to be mean, but he doesn't like that you are being mean, ya dig??????

anyway

so the dude is like Ivan, just harder??? like physically and emotionally

he's been very distanced from people his whole life, so he comes off as rather blunt, crude, and cold,,

m'bOI DOESNT WANT TO SCARE YOU OFF WITH HIS INTIMIDATING AURA;;;

HE WANTS UR LUV UR LUV IS HIS DRUG

im sorry it's not 2011 anymore someone drag me from this pit

he is like francois and kuro;;;;; he likes romanticism

he also likes quiet

so gentle, quiet dates at home are his favourite

he isn't one for social interaction,,,

but if you really wanna, then he will go !

he really likes ballet and opera and classy things

my dude will d r a g you to recitals and performances all the time

he's a theater nerd

HE'S LIKE THAT ONE DRAMA KID NO ONE EXPECTED

you can hear him humming to les mis while he reads and francois hating the room a little bit less because of it

i feel like he's actually so ripped but if his skin touched sunlight he would be banished to sibera - welcome home comrade

he likes,, soft - if you have a soft body he has a new pillow and a lead head - rip @ur thighs they are asleep

he and francois go to poetry slams often and he wants you to come too so he knows someone

he will lift you

unexpectedly

anywhere

if you are in the way you're on the ceiling now bye like,,, you are i n the spot he needs to vaccuum at that exact second right then all the time what the hecke he just mopped and you're s t an di n g i n th e f ll oor with your s OCKs

yOU were just in the Ga Ra ge you H e ck  Er

you're on the chandelier now

no you're not he needs to dust up there get down what the fuck e Swifter no Sweeping™ !!

he is ur mom and ur dad

did u do ur laundry?????????????? no?????????????? good he already did like seven weeks ago catch the fuck up "honey where are the ??? bills???" "i did them approximately eighteen billion years ago? get on my level?"

he speaks to you *and only you* in a friendly joking way

he speaks fluent sarcasm to everyone - if you aren't familiar with the language you will be the first day into the relationship

t o u c h this boy he needs your touch like he needs a  i  r

he will most likely complain but he is a dirty liar

the dude's hair is messy 24/7 but it looks  so,,, good,,,,

he's an early riser but hates waking up which is The Worst™ - he's got breakfast ready at 3AM tho

read to him! he will Die

if you know russian he will never speak english to you again it's settled -if you don't you will never speak english again it's settled, he's teaching boy howdy would he be a sexy teacher holy fuck

i feel like his ass is so firm it could crush coconuts between its cheeks - its its own entity

he unfortunately is good friends with Zao and is unfortunately dragged on unfortunate events all the time, unfortunately,,, - save him - he is a cry for help

he goes on trips a lot and no on knows why? like sometimes he's gone and then he's back and everyone is like????? where go?? - "i was in wales. doing things." "hey sorry im late i didnt want to come"

he sometimes calls you in the middle of the night when he wakes up from a nightmare, but most of the time if you dont answer he'll just listen to your voicemail so he knows you're still there

aAAAAAAA WHAT A SALTY BEAN

he gives a good ol' massage - not the most empathetic but he isn't apathetic either, he just isn't the best comforter

i feel like he is vladimir putin and leisurely rides bears with matt

i dont understand him at all like he will be crying in his bathtub, bottle of whiskey and pure vodka mixed, watching Barbie in the Pink Shoes one second and on top of the empire state building with three pitbull bodyguards and a Gucci cigar - i don't eventhink those exist but he has one??? he doesn't even smoke that often??

looks super cute baking muffins in a pink apron at 4pm on a Tuesday

looks super cute gutting a fish on a rock in the siberian tundra at 4am on a Thursday

he always wears longsleeves but looks SO GOOD in short sleeves or tanks like FUCK

his sweaters hide his secrets but you can wear them so you know he used to want to be a cowboy when he was seven and b o u g h t a wax replica of indiana jones for his collection

he looks so damn good in a suit holy shit

i feel like he's a tailor but only for dolls, its cute - he will make you origami things all the time idk why he is so good at them tho

he'll wrap the two of you in a blanket burrito on a hot day and refuse to let go "get off my lawn"

youre dating a grandpa

he is kinda a sugar daddy tho, but he's reserved and doesn't wave it because he is an Adult McGrownUp

actually is probably a traffic conductor in his spare time, but only in andorra? on the weekends? that's probably where he actually is

viktor lOves tobe called vitya and its probably as good as a daddy kink

clevverr, clevverrr boi

hs is a Good Boi i promise

will be ur angle or ur dev i l tho ;))

just ask and he's urs

VIKTOR BRAGINSKY FOLKS

#2p russia #aph russia #aph #hetalia #2p #2p hetalia #aph 2p #2p headcanons #headcanons #boyfriend headcanons #aph headcanons #hetalia headcanons

[life-love-and-alcohol]

Fic prompt/request! Yuuri working in a post office, sorting hundreds of fan mail/love letters to someone called Victor Nikiforov who also constantly orders packages from pet store online and picks them up weekly... Yuuri would rather die than admit anyone he has his address memorized

Hello!! Thank you so much for requesting this, best idea ever *cries*. I don’t really know how post offices work tbh, so if I messed up then I’m so sorry XD you can point out my ignorance MORE UNDER THE CUT (if you are on mobile I’m so sorry, maybe you can try copying the link into your browser), or read it at my AO3 account: http://archiveofourown.org/users/justmeandmysillystuff :D 

One could naturally assume that working at a post office wasprobably the most boring, monotonous job on earth: just checking names and addresses,sorting packages, and delivering letters from grannies that lived less than tenblocks away from each other. There could be nothing more tedious and uninterestingthan that, right? Such a dreary life a post office employee must have, right?Wrong. So wrong. Just ask Yuuri Katsuki and he’ll tell you otherwise. Two years of experience, three daily coffees, the acquired ability to look atsomeone in the eye and tell them “your package got lost in Singapore”, andabout fifty stamps memorized. All of that, for the miserable wedge of a public worker,which was barely enough to pay for his rent and the bread and the cream cheese insidehis fridge. If that wasn’t intense, then he didn’t know what it was (maybe “miserable”was the word he was looking for). It wasn’t as bad, honestly. He was just easily-stressed. Taking out the wholefinancial kind of mailing, it was actually interesting to check what peoplesent. From pen-friends to wedding invitations, and his favorite bunch ofletters that came in every December starting with “Dear Santa”, there wasalways something fun to go through. His co-worker and friend Phichit was alwaysthere to laugh at the dramatic break-up mails. There was especially aparticular guy with quite a ridiculous surname who wrote weekly letters to acertain “Anya” who never really answered back. Phichit liked to joke sayingthat the woman was probably dead already and that the guy was just delirious,but Yuuri didn’t think so. He had read other love-struck fan-mail before, andhad learnt that love could really make people stupid. The best part of the job though, was the stuff some other people ordered online.Seriously, he had seen some weird shit. Including that woman who ordered about three garden gnomes on the same month,and that guy who asked his brother who lived in Colombia to send him oneSPECIFIC brand of beans weekly. Not to mention the sex toys. Boy, the amount ofdildos he had delivered. Phichit insisted it wasn’t humanly possible someone couldprobably stick that anywhere, but thelabel said “the only limit was imagination” so he really was in no place toquestion it. It was always really funny whenever someone ordered sex toys.Dildo days were good days. However, those weren’t nearly Yuuri’s favorite orders. There was a certain someone who did way too many purchases of pet suppliesonline. And by too many,  it meant TOOMANY. Being a dog owner himself, Yuuri knew no pet could possibly need so manychewing toys, about three different little beds, and an entire fun-size wardrobe.How much money could someone actually waste on that? He had kept wondering forweeks. It was expensive, it was ridiculous, and it was impossible to ignore. But even more impossible, was to ignore the buyer. The first time he ever saw him, he almost choked on his second daily coffee. Phichithad been absent for the day, so he had the double amount of work, and he wascertainly not waiting for that time of the day when people got out of theirrespective jobs and actually had time to worry about their mail. It was barelypast midday, and they rarely got a long queue waiting at those hours, so he wasn’tpanicking yet. He was sorting some packages out, separating national frominternational, and way too busy to acknowledge the world around him. It wasonly natural he only noticed a client had walked in once his long, pale fingerswere already drumming against the counter expectantly, and Yuuri almost jumpedout of his skin as soon as he saw that handsome, foreign man with the fancyhaircut. Now, to say he was attractive was an understandment. But just how attractive could someone possiblybe?? That face was, under Yuuri’s criteria, impossible. It broke any kind of measurementlimits he could have ever thought about. He had long lashes, shiny silver hair,and his eyes were the bluest shade of blue he had ever witnessed. And hissmile, damn, his smile! It lit up thegloomy post office like a lighthouse! Yuuri would have to say sorry to whoever ordered that British brand ofbiscuits, since he was currently crushing the package in his hands. “Good afternoon!” His accent, for fuck’s sake “Could you check if my packagecame in yet, please?” He was thankful he actually worked in autopilot by then, since he knew hewouldn’t have been able to answer otherwise. “Oh, ehm…sure. What’s your name, sir?” “Nikiforov. Viktor Nikiforov” Viktor Nikiforov.Suddenly everything made much more sense. For the past months, Yuuri had had to deliver a scary amount of head-over-heelslove letters; all directed to someone whose name was, ironically, Viktor damnNikiforov. When they first started coming he didn’t understand. Who was thatperson, and how had he seemingly started his own religion within a few weeks?People messaged him with such devotion he had at first thought “Nikiforov” wassome kind of parish club; but after he read a few letters, he understood he wasnothing but the town’s new heartache. It was odd for someone to cause such acommotion, really hard to believe.But that early afternoon, with that flawless, porcelain angel face staring athim from across the counter, Yuuri had been enlightened. And he couldn’tbelieve he had been able to keep his hands from writing a letter himself. After that day, in which he clumsily handed him his packaged sparkly feedingbowl and made him sign the papers, Viktor started to reappear at the officevery frequently. He became one of the regular characters that came at certaindays and at a certain hour to retire a certain kind of mail, and he awoke onthe poor public employee a certain kind of reaction. Whenever he saw someonehad ordered something from “EverythingForYoutPet.com”, Phichit could hear himhumming happily as he sorted the letters, since he knew that meant Viktor wouldeventually come to pick it up. It was always the same: almost once a week an absurd chew toy or some expensivecanine shampoo would arrive. At around 3 PM, he would hear the door opening,and the sweet sing-song of a polite “Good afternoon, Yuuri!” would make himmess up with a package or two. He would always gift him the kindest ofheart-shaped smiles, he would try to initiate gracious small talks that Yuuriwas far too shy to properly follow, and he would be very nice and thankfulabout the service, even if his order wasn’t delivered on time. Was that maneven real? Yuuri was seriously beginning to question it. Maybe he was just ahallucination from an overdose of caffeine.But it couldn’t have been a hallucination, not when he actually heard the soundof the closing door echoing so clearly through the post office every time heleft. And not when it truthfully hurt so much to see him go. Also, Phichit could also see him…so he couldn’t have just been a mirage. Hisfriend could see him enough to consider him a teasing matter and would alwayselbow Yuuri mockingly whenever the man came around. However, one day things turned out to be rather different. Yuuri knew something was wrong as soon as he heard the door opening. Itscreeched, doing that old wooden noise it always did when opened, since no oneever cared to oil it. It never did that noise when it was Viktor walking inthough. Almost as if the door knew, as if it were aware of who it was grantingaccess to, and decided to act as politely as the man itself. Yet, that day it did creak. And loudly. 

Secondly, there wasthe look on his face: dark bags under his pretty eyes, his hair a mess, and adrop of swear daring to cross his glorious forehead. And thirdly, there wasno: “Good afternoon, Yuuri” as he walked in.“Did my packagecome in yet?” He leaned over the counter, sighing heavily, and pinchingthe bridge of his nose.“Package?”Yuuri would obviously remember if a package for him had arrived. But he checkedanyways, just in case, and for the man not to notice he actually was receivingespecial attention “Uhm, no, sorry. We have no mail for you”The look on his facecaused physical pain to the sight.“Are yousure?” He insisted, trying to keep his voice neutral, but it was actuallyon the tight rope between anger and cracking. When he saw Yuuri nodding inconfirmation, he sunk his head between his hands “Oh no…what am I goingto do now??“ Yuuri didn’t quiteunderstand the calamity of the situation. For what he could tell, the manordered nothing but useless accessories for his dog. What could possibly havehim so upset?? "Don’t worry, ifit got lost they won’t take so long to find it…maybe around a week”What had been adesperate soothing attempt, ending up having quite the opposite effect. And thepained gasp the news squeezed out from his pretty heart-shaped mouth was themost devastating noise Yuuri had ever heard. Even worse than the screeching ofthe door.“One week?? Ican’t wait one week!” He exclaimed, covering his mouth “My dog issick and I ordered some foreign medicine they don’t sell here…he needs totake it now! Please, if there’s anything you can do to speed up the process, Ibeg you! I’ll pay anything!”Yuuri stood still,struck by empathy right into the core, seeing himself and his Vicchan reflectedon the man’s eyes. God, if something ever happened to his own dog he didn’tknow what he would do. He adored his pet, he would probably sail sky and earthin the search for that package. And he suddenly felt miserable for being just auseless, boring post office worker.Speechless, since hereally didn’t have any words of consolation that weren’t actually lies, hewalked to the office’s computer to try to check if there was any data of thepackage’s location on the archive. He searched for Viktor’s name, and found thedocument of the order but no clue on where the package was at. It just said ithad been “delivered”. Yuuri bit his lip, notknowing what to say to a heartbroken fellow dog owner, when he suddenly noticedsomething. “Themedicine…” He whispered, eyes fixed on the screen, rereading thedescription of the order “That medicine!!”“Uh??”Viktor didn’t understand.“I have thatmedicine at home!! I ordered it a few years ago when my own dog was sick!”He exclaimed, smiling in a way he had forgotten he could, and turning on thelights on Viktor’s eyes again “I still have half of it at home!" "For real??”The man clapped his hands, almost as a silent pray, and Yuuri could see himmouth a thanks god under his breath.“Yes, come on! Ilive two blocks away!” He grabbed him by the sleeve of his coat, pullinghim out of the post office, barely remembering to warn his co-worker before heleft “Phichit, cover me! I’ll be right back!!" Viktor ran rightbehind him, following him around the chilly streets of the city, finding thehold of his determinate hand to be the only source of heat. By the time theyreached the small apartment, both their breaths were heaving and their nosesred and sticky, and Yuuri’s fingers were so numb he could barely hold his keys.He opened the door andrushed inside, emptying his whole cabinet in one single movement, while Vicchanstared at him confusedly from aloof. "Is it thisone??” he held a small blue box out for Viktor, and he swore his eyes werealmost watery.“Oh my god, yesit is!” He exclaimed. But instead of reaching out to hold the medicine, heheld Yuuri in a tight hug instead “Thank you so, so much!! You are anangel!!!" It was only then, withboth the cold he still carried from the street and the worry slowly meltingwithin the embrace, that he realized what he had actually done. Had he really left hiswork shift, pulled a client out from the office, and took him all the way tohis apartment…to save his dog? Well, totally worthit.But it was only thenthat the embarrassment began to sink in. So, when Viktor brokethe hug and gifted him a big, thankful smile, Yuuri’s face was so hot he heatedup the entire apartment.“You didn’t haveto hurry so much, we could have waited till your shift ended” The manlaughed gently, beautifully, melodically, as it couldn’t have been any otherway “But thank you, it means a lot”Yeah, it meant Yuuriwanted to burry himself alive 100km underground. Love, indeed, madepeople stupid.

The next day, or rather thenext night, since it was already late in the evening and Yuuri was leaving thepost office, he said goodbye to Phichit at the door and got mentally ready toface the two blocks of coldness he would have to walk. He was wearing a thickcoat and gloves and a hat, but it didn’t seem to be enough, since everyminuscule patch of skin he couldn’t fully cover, was mercilessly bitten by the icywinter’s wind, and it had poor Yuuri shivering as he stood into the cold.

He was barely two steps outside, when he heard the bark of a dog and it madehim turn his head to the side instinctively. There, standing in the cold, andwearing a colorful striped sweater on top of its already fluffy fur, was arather big poodle staring at him and wiggling his tail.

Yuuri didn’t recognize the dog, since he had never seen it before (even thoughit kind of looked like Vicchan), but he did recognize the sweater. He had seenit in the extended catalogue of “EverythingForYourPet.com”, and he hadpersonally written the address and the name of the person who ordered it in theform, less than a month ago.

“Yuuri!” Viktor called out for him, looking as wonderful as always, with hisshiny hair hidden beneath a red hat that matched his flushed nose and cheeks, andinsisting on giving Yuuri tachycardia with that lovely smile of his.

“Oh, Viktor” He greeted back, bowing his head, turning to look at the dog thatwas now curiously sniffing his shoes “I see he’s feeling better”

“He is! The vet said I should walk him more, that exercise will help”

“I see…” That explained the dog’s presence, but it kind of didn’t explain his “Whatare you doing here though, did you order something again? I’m sorry but I can’tcheck right now, we are already closed”

Viktor kept staring at him with an arched brow for a few seconds, as ifmisunderstandments were contagious, and he couldn’t understand that Yuuri didn’tunderstand. But after he saw the genuine confusion on his big eyes, poppingfrom between the dense wool of his hat and his scarf like headlights, he decidedhe wanted to pull his leg a little bit.

“Oh, what a shame…I really had an important thing to send” He faked a pout, notbeing really good at acting, but Yuuri being even worst at grasping hints.

“Oh no, for real??” He blinked, trying to keep his eye’s moist safe from thebrute cold “I can’t open the office, I don’t have the key…Are you in such ahurry? Can’t it wait till tomorrow morning?”

“Hmm, I’m afraid no, it can’t”

“I’m so sorry! Ahg, we just closed! If you had only come two minutes earlierthen…”

“Don’t worry, Yuuri” He chuckled, and a puff of white smoke drew itself on thefreezing air “I don’t need the post office to send it”

“You don’t?” Yuuri frowned, puzzled “I don’t understand…what do you need todeliver so urgently?”

“This”

Before Yuuri could comment he was empty-handed, Viktor had leaned in and haduncovered his mouth from the thick scarf, only to warm it with his own lipsinstead.

It was short, short and chaste, and their lips were dry and cracked from thecold, but it was enough to have Yuuri’s body temperature raising a whole bunchof degrees, and for his heart to beat so fast in his ears he couldn’t even listento Viktor’s words as he spoke next. But he did read his lips:

“Sent” He smirked “Thank you for your services”

Yuuri thought of all the letters, all the dozens of people who had declaredtheir fanatical love to that man, and the amount of times he had debated to writeone himself. But he thought it stupid, he thought he would just toss it away,and he’d become just one more of all the people Phichit made fun of. He hadspent hours writing, crossing out, rewriting…all to crumple the piece of paperinto a ball and throw it away in the end. Deciding there was nothing he couldgive that man that could possibly express what he felt whenever he walked intothe post office.

Apparently, half a bottle of medicine for canines had been enough.

“Is…is this because of the medicine?” He stuttered, looking at him indisbelief.

“No” Viktor giggled, fixing his hat for him “It’s because of your kindness.Would you like to come home for dinner? I don’t live far away, I live at…”

“Yeah, I know where you live” He didn’t realize just how creepy that soundeduntil he had put it in words “I MEAN, I KNOW YOUR ADRESS BECAUSE OF THEPACKAGES! I DIDN’T STALK YOU, I SWEAR”

This time, Viktor openly laughed, causing Makkachin to bark merrily too as hewiggled his tail, and Yuuri thought he had never been so close to crying outfrom mere embarrassment.

“I see…” Viktor took his gloved hand in his, smiling fondly and rolling hiseyes “I was planning to guide you” He said, pointing at their intertwined hands“But it seems you don’t need me to do that”

Yuuri bit his lip, deciding he had already humiliated himself to a point of noreturn and there was no use in holding back.

“We can pretend I do” He whispered, squeezing his hand.

Viktor didn’t need to be asked twice.

And so they walked hand in hand, with a very much excited Makkachin jumpingaround, towards that familiar address that Yuuri had only dreamt about outside fromall the packages and letters. 

yes, this is eteranal, I know, and Im sorry 

#Yoi #yuri on ice #yuri!!! on ice #yuri katsuki #yuuri katsuki #viktor x yuuri #victuuri #viktuuri #viktor nikiforov #victor nikiforov #victuuri fic #victuuri fanfic #victuuri fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #fic #post office au #request

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Rules: Answer the 20 questions and tag 20 amazing followers you would like to get to know better.

Name: Adreanna! (please call me Addy though)

Nicknames: I go by Addy, which is actually a nickname. Others include Addsabelle (my grandma), Sir Stinksalot (my step-dad, he’s weird), Princess (my girlfriend), and...so fucking many weird ones my mom has given me. She used to call me Apple Jane a lot

Zodiac Sign: Taurus yo

Height: 5′ 5′ (I think?)

Orientation: Bisexual, with a heavy, HEAVY preference for girls. Like if you had a pie chart of how much I like girls vs how much I like boys, it would be like 90% to 10%. Idk why exactly. Probably has something to do with every guy I’ve ever had a crush on being a douche in one way or another (and rejecting me every time lol) But girls are soft and pretty and wonderful I love them so much. I love my girlfriend more than anything in the world. I wouldn’t trade her for anything.

Ethnicity: I am very white. Scottish, Polish, and German, though none of that really holds any significance in my life. I don’t have any family traditions except for unhappy marriages

Favorite Fruit: Pineapple probably. I really like grapes though and Pink Lady apples too. Oh and cantaloupe and clementines!

Favorite season: Autumn. All the way autumn.

crunchy leaves

sweaters

beautiful leaf colors!!! like!!! where I live has a lot of trees on a lot of hills, so looking out the window at a hill full of red and orange and yellow and brown makes my heart go “!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

brisk weather

fall fashion is the best (I don’t participate in fashion as I am a whale with legs but everyone else looks beautiful)

perfect weather for hot drinks

APPLE CIDER

Thanksgiving!!!!

Halloween!!!!

bugs start to fuck off right back to hell where they belong

summer is ending. summer can fuck off I HATE summer

no longer sweating and dying

overcast skies, gloomy days, rain!!!!!

gray, cloudy, rainy days are,,, my reason for living

Funny thing is I actually don’t like pumpkin spice anything except for pumpkin pie guess I’ve gotta up my white girl game

Favorite Book: What the fuck kind of question is this. You come into my house. And you ask me to pick between my children.

This answer is really, really complicated. I love so many books for so many different reasons. I love Harry Potter because it’s what got me into reading longer series. I love Binge by Tyler Oakley because it helped me be more open-minded and was a big part in helping me discover what my sexuality was and that I was okay. I love The Hobbit because it was a book that helped me escape life and that taught me that caring about home and hearth is a good thing to do. I love the Warrior cats series because I fucking love cats and it was one of my first introductions to more adult situations (in terms of violence, death, grief, and loss). I love The Giver because it made me cry my eyes out. I love The Martian because it made me laugh. I love every Shel Silverstein book ever written because they made me feel like a kid again and that being a child at heart is okay. I love Journal 3 because Stanford Pines is a character I love with all my heart. I love the Percy Jackson series and most of its spin offs because I love mythology and modern aus. I love the Septimus Heap series because it was such a different, wonderful, beautiful approach to magic and wizardry that made me feel warm inside. I loved Entwined because...I just loved Entwined. (It’s a twisted fairy tale kind of deal with The 12 Dancing Princesses and one of the best things I’ve ever, ever read, hands down). I love A Series of Unfortunate Events because I have a dark sense of humor and because it makes me feel better about my life.

Books were basically my only friends growing up. People didn’t like me because I was fat, or because I didn’t want to play outside very much, or because I had only ever really talked to and hung out with my mom and my step-dad, so I had a more mature sense of humor and personality overall.. Friends came and went, but books never went anywhere. Books stayed. Junie B Jones always stayed with me. Jack and Annie always went on magical adventures that let me learn about history. Every character I met along the way stayed with me, even if they died, because I could pick them up off of a shelf and read their adventures again. I don’t read as much as I used to, because I spend a lot of time on the computer, but I’m working to change that. Books have always been an escape for me, and I’ll continue to love their stories until I die.

Favorite Flower: Roses! It’s a tie between red and pink roses. I also really like tulips!

Favorite scent: My girlfriend’s perfume. I think it’s sweetpea or something? Idk, but it always smells really nice. And I just like the way my clothes smell after I come home from spending the night at her house. It’s like her perfume, laundry detergent, and something that’s either wood or stale cigarette smoke.

Favorite color: Pink. Soft, pastel pinks.

Favorite animal: cats, red pandas, owls, wolves, penguins, cats, dogs (pugs in particular, I LOVE pugs!!!!), foxes, moose, narwhals, dolphins, orcas, eagles, hummingbirds, blue jays, orioles, lions, tigers, basically any big cats...I just love animals. If it’s soft, fluffy, or cute? Fuck yeah I love it

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: As much as I love coffee...tea, probably. It’s just so relaxing to sit curled up under a blanket with a cup of tea and relaxing. Plus my girlfriend and I make tea whenever I go over to her house, so it holds a special place in my heart :)

Average Sleep Hours: Okay, so...if I ever got up on time, I’d be getting like five hours of sleep a night, which is fine. But I oversleep. Every. Fucking. Day. So usually seven or eight.

Cat or Dog person?: Cats. I love dogs with all my heart and I want one someday, but if I had to choose between a cat and a dog I’d choose a cat because

1.  TOE BEANS

2. purring

3. the kneading thing they do?

4. I love love LOVE the sound of a cat meowing. so cute. so gentle.

5. cat loaf

6. smaller and easier to manage

7. don’t have to walk them

8. if they need to pee in the middle of the night they just. use the litter box. you don’t need to get up and let them out

Favorite Fictional Character: 

Star vs the Forces of Evil: Star Butterfly, Marco Diaz, River Johansen Butterfly, Moon Butterfly, Ludo, Toffee, Buff Frog (I don’t know how to spell his real name :( )

Steven Universe: Pearl, Amethyst, Peridot, Greg Universe, Connie, Steven

Gravity Falls: Dipper Pines, Mabel Pines, Stanley Pines, Stanford Pines, Soos, Wendy Corduroy

Yuuri!!! On Ice: Yuuri Katsuki, Viktor Nikiforov, Yuri Plisetsky, Phichit Chualont

Check Please!: Eric “Bitty” Bittle, Shitty Knight, Adam “Holster” Birkholtz, Wlliam “Dex” Poindexter, Derek “Nursey” Nurse, Chris “Chowder” Chow, Jack Zimmermann, Alexi “Tater” Mashkov, Justin “Ransom” Olransi

Harry Potter: Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasely, Ron Weasely, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Minerva McGonagall, Neville Longbottom, Molly Weasely, Fred and George

Sailor Moon: Sailor Jupiter, Sailor Moon, Sailor Chibi Moon, Luna

Fullmetal Alchemsit: Brotherhood: Edward Elric, Alphonse Elric, Riza Hawkeye, Roy Mustang, Ling, Greed (when he’s in Ling), Olivier Mira Armstrong

Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit: Bilbo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, Pippin Took, Eowyn, Aragorn, Thorin Oakenshield, Fili and Kili, Aragorn

Disney princesses: Ariel, Moana, Rapunzel, Anna, Elsa, Belle

Homestuck: Terezi Pyrope, Dave Strider, Jade Harley, Jake English, John Eggbert, Vriska Serket, Roxy Lalonde, Karkat Vantas, Jane Crocker

Percy Jackson (among other Rick Riordan things): Annabeth Chase, Grover Underwood, Sally Jackson, Percy Jackson, Nico DiAngelo, Leo Valdez

Winnie the Pooh: Winnie, Eeyore, Tigger (I know this one seems silly but Winnie the Pooh is such an important thing to me you don’t understand)

Voltron: Allora, Shiro, Pidge, Kieth, Lance, Coran, Hunk (basically the paladins and Allora and Coran I love them all)

Avatar: the Last Airbender: Katara, Zuko, Sokka

Miraculous Ladybug: Ladybug, Chat Noir, Adrien Agreste (don’t fuckin hate on me they’re the same person but different characters)

A Series of Unfortunate Events: Violet Baudelaire, Klaus Baudelaire, Sunny Baudelaire, Lemony Snicket, Uncle Monty

Hamilton: Eliza Schuyler Hamilton, John Laurens, Thomas Jefferson, Alexander Hamilton

Stranger Things: Mike Wheeler, Eleven, Barb

i just,,,, have a lot of love for fictional characters,,,, there are more I’m sure, but I can’t think of any

I connected with a lot of these guys on a deep personal level. Like with Amethyst, I understand why she feels the way she does because I’ve gone through struggles of self-hatred and thinking I was a mistake. I love them all, but there are those few who I just feel like they were...made for me I guess.

Number of Blankets you sleep with: Just my comforter, but before I got my space heater in my room I’d sleep with two blankets, an electric blanket, and my comforter. My room used to be an attic, so it has like no insulation. Plus the heating ducts that go to my room are SUPER shitty, so barely any heat comes out of my vents. Now I’m just used to being cold XD But I don’t like sheets D: Even in the summer, I have to have my big comforter...sheets are too flimsy. Idk, I find the weight of a comforter or heavy blanket comforting.

When I was little though, I remember taking every blanket I owned and piling them on my bed in the winter...and I slept in a sleeping bag, on my bed, under those blankets! XD I miss that sleeping bag. It was a really pretty blue and was really warm...

Ideal Trip: going to New Zealand or England or the French countryside or somewhere with a lot of greenery. Staying somewhere where I can relax and stay in bed all day if I want to or go find things to do in the city or town or wherever is close by. My girlfriend being with me and being able to relax somewhere quiet with her where I can watch the sunlight stream across her face every morning and kiss her all over her face until she wakes up. Somewhere I can relax and not worry about what tomorrow brings; somewhere I can let my troubles float away.

Blog created: December 2014. I can’t believe I’ve been dicking around on here for almost three years.

Number of followers: 396. That may not seem like a lot to some people but??? That’s basically my graduating class??? And you’re all just here watching me shitpost about whichever one of my fandoms is relevant and cry about shit and post really fucking awful art and???? Whether you’ve been here since the beginning or just joined, thank you for hanging out with me through the internet! And if you’ve read all of this, thanks! You now know a lot more about me than I’ve ever said on here =w=

Okay now I have to tag people!

@97thebaluga @all-aboard-the-scream-train @ruled-by-jupiter @4899slayer @squirtlethosejigglypuffs @personalposting @universesinhermind @goddamnit-ross @awkward-fangirl-artist @youaremyrock-mydwayne-myjohnson @epic-leprachaun @save-me-grunkle-ford @civilizedhomosexuals @ninja-sparkle-party @assbutt-novak @howstrangeeveryonewas @not-what-everyone-seems @owlbear-dont-care @psychokumachan @2-many-fandoms-2-count

If I tagged you, don’t feel obligated! I realize some of you are mutuals and I like, never talk to y’all. I’m sorry :( I’m just bad at initiating conversations. Feel free to send me a message if you want to though! I love getting asks and IMs, it makes me feel good inside UwU

Thank you for reading! (and sorry this is so long jfc)

#long post #the rantings of a maple #this took longer than I thought

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Tag Thing!

I was tagged by @itisnotjessica :)

Nicknames: Lizzybeth, demon child, smol bean

Star Sign: Virgo

Height: 4′9″

Last Thing I Googled: Temple Grandin

Favorite Music Artist: Idk I like a lot of things but if I had to choose one probably Florence and the Machine 

Last Movie I Watched: Hidden Figures (it was so good if you haven’t seen it you should)

Last TV Show You Watched: Parks and Recreation

What Are You Wearing Right Now: Jeans and a button down shirt

When Did You Create Your Blog: August 2016 (that was when I made my old blog I don’t know when I made this account)

What Kind of Stuff Do I Post: Boy I don’t even know anymore

Do You Have Any Other Blogs: yeah I have a meme page for people who don’t want to see my depressing-ass posts

Do You Get Asks Regularly?: No, but I like answering them

Why Did You Choose Your URL: I just picked like 3 words that described me

Gender: I’m a cis-gender female

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Favorite Colors: I like dark colors like black and navy

Average Hours of Sleep: I don’t really have a normal sleep schedule so it really just depends on the night

Lucky Number: 7

Unlucky Number: I don’t know what it is but I really hate the number 32

Favorite Characters: (oh boy there’s a lot) APH Denmark, Prussia, America, Norway and Russia, Viktor Nikiforov, Yurio, CHICKEN NUGGET KID (Minami), and Assman (Christophe from yoi)

How Many Blankets Do You Sleep With: Only 2, but I have like a billion pillows and I use some of them as blankets

Follower Count: 50

I tag: @princeofwolves @harmonious @lechuga-is-life @sparklejumpropequeen86 @moist-band-director and @moist-band-directors-friend

#tag thing