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fillsta · 9 months

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Les Amis & Co: Beach Day Edition

Because it's summer and I had to

Enjolras:

My guy, he's so pale he needs an entire bottle of sunscreen to not get sunburnt. And he really doesn't care, everyone is after his ass holding the sunscreen, trying to 'at least cover his back because he'll be looking like a blonde strawberry by the end of the day'. Brings only a towel and his wallet or sth. Wears his swimsuit, flip flops and a t-shirt.

Combeferre

The dad of the group. Makes sure everyone has sunscreen on amd everything they need and you can hear him yelling "DON'T FORGET YOUR HATS" every hour or so. With every opportunity he gets, he's dropping random facts about the sand, the sea, the random crab grantaire just found etc etc. 80% of the time he's reading a book in his lil beach recliner chair. Brings an entire backpack filled with everything anyone could possibly need at the beach. Same kinda outfit w enj's, just with sneakers (bc he's driving everyone there) + a nice hat

Courfeyrac

He cannot put his ass down. Homeboy is always hyping someone up to play games. Beach rackets, volleyball, whatever. He and Gavroche sre having a BLAST. Nags to Combeferre about having to wear his hat the entire time. Brings a small bag w his stuff + another one filled with beach balls, rackets etc. Swimsuit + unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt and a funky bucket hat

Grantaire

Vibes around drinking beer. The type of friend to splash water on everyone while they're trying to get into the water (particularly Enjolras). Goes looking for random shit on the rocks. Brings a fanny pack for his phone and cigarettes. Towel?? Don't know her. Shows up only in a swimsuit and at some points, he takes it off for shits and giggles

Bahorel

Have you ever been to the beach near a cliff side and there's this one mf who climbs on top of the cliff to perform an epic 11 meter backflip into the water? Yeah that's Bahorel. Bitch just goes around looking for ways to possibly get hurt. He doesn't. Deffo has a paddle board. Gets a crazy ass tan. Brings only the bag for the board and puts the rest of his stuff in there. Wears one of these shitty low armpit shirts. And a 'women want me fish fear me' baseball cap

Feuilly

He be taking beach day seriously. Brings snacks for everyone, randomly pulls out a sketchbook at some point. Gets excited over cool rocks and spends more time than necessary on making a sandcastle. Cannot go into the water on his own, at least one of his friends have to be swimming as well. His back is red asf at the end of the day. Hawaiian shirt but buttoned up. Carries an extra tiny bag for his book and sketchbook.

Bossuet

Somehow, he'll find a way to get stung by a jellyfish (and grantaire will almost immediately offer to pee on him). If not, he steps on a sea urchin. Or gets his leg scratched on a rock. But still he manages to have fun. In charge of the aux chord. Is extremely annoyed by grantaire and his splashes. A standard bag, has a t-shirt on but it obviously falls into the water by accident so he has to be shirtless on the way home (Musichetta and Joly don't mind at all). Lost his hat :(

Joly

Speaking of joly, mf's crazy over sunscreen. At least 3 times a day, they apply a new coat, hydrate every 10 minutes and will not let ANYONE go into the water if they've eaten anything, not after at least 2 hours pass by. Pull up wearing a speedo, jorts and a short sleeved button up. Amd a big ass hat. Huge af beach bag.

Jehan

It's their time to shine. They spend most of the time posing for pics but at the same time they're kinda shy abt it. Went into the water like once. One of these 'beach please bags'. They're wearing a flowy summer dress and like swimming shorts and a bikini top kinda thing. Staw hat person

Marius

He's dying inside. Bro's under the umbrella, watching everything, hoping time will eventually come for them to go home. Courf tries to get him into the water and he succeeds. Unfortunately, les amis do not let him go, they force him to be a part of the summer fun and at some point, he starts enjoying himself. Gets sunburnt. Bro shows up in jorts snd a polo t-shirt and changes into his swimsuit there (also he's definitely one of those guys who keep their underwear underneath). Unironically wears a fedora hat. Carries 26383 bags + Cosette's bc he's a gentleman above everything.

Cosette

Photographer of the group. Takes pictures of everything and everyone. Also takes videos of the stupid shit grantaire does and makes sure they o over to the gc immediately. Provides everyone with data, she's the hotspot friend. Jehan is her main model. Tries getting a tan, fails. Short flower dress over her black bikini and sandals. Matching straw hats w jehan.

Eponine

Omg sis has 2 siblings to take care of. Runs after Gavroche and Azelma all the time to keep them from doing stupid shit. She and bahorel do swimming competitions. Has like a big ass water bottle (joly approved) because she always gets dehydrated. And Gab and Azelma never drink water, ever. Doesn't go for a tan, still gets a great one. Old crusty bikini and just jean shorts over it. She'd like to go topless but isn't all for it yet. Has to carry her siblings stuff as well.

Musichetta

Ok sis is a great swimmer. She's in the water 24/7 vibin, swimming, playing games. No-one can get her out of there. She doesn't really eat much but if. There's any juice, she is drinking it all up. She loves her beach juice time okay? One piece swimsuit and a see-through coverup tied around her waist. Just a small beach bag is okay for her

Gavroche

As soon as they arrive, lil bro's in the water playing already. Then he pulls out water guns and declares war on everyone. Annoying little shit, but they all love him so much. Courf keeps him occupied by playing with him all the time. No one complains. Eats all of Feuilly's snacks. Begs Eponine to let him do stupid shit with bahorel. She does NOT give in, so he just finds a small rock to jump off of into the water nearby. Creeper swimsuit.

Azelma

Quieter than her brother but she follows along. Hellps Feuilly w his castle. Keeps Marius company when she's not in the water. Cosette asked her if she wanted her pics taken and she was ECSTATIC. Flowy dress and a flower pattern one piece underneath.

Bonus Montparnasse:

Floatie guy. Bro has like an inflatable donut and once it's in the water, he's off. Falls asleep on it and someone was to swim like a mile away to bring him back. Brings very few stuff with him. Like grantaire, just a swimsuit is fine

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accessfuckingdenied · 5 years

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A, B, C, D, E, G, I, J, L, N, О, P, S, T, U, V, W, X, Z for Haizaki and Hiroto towards Hiura! XD

I actually had lots of fun with these. Thank you so much ~♡

A: Attitude - How they act towards the first date?

- They are already comfortable towards their teammate and they will not feel nervous nor pressured, they will just try to refrain from burping contests and brutal swears in front of Kirina. They will compete who will buy him more things and who is the best boyfriend. Of course they will have fun, but Kirina has to be divided to two halfs in order to cope with their childish behaviour. Haizaki will constantly hold Hiura's hand and Hiroto will pat him on the head. In the end, they will kiss him on the cheeks.

B: Benefits - Any perks of him/her dating you?

- Its like with Fudou, it never gets boring. They play ping pong with their shoes and throw paint at themselves when in public. He will always feel so small and protected when he is with them, because they are his bodyguards and look intimidating enough to scare people. They will always prepare him some surprises and introduce him to their imaginary world, where fun is infinite. They will sometimes try different alcoholic drinks and act like they are in heaven, its fun tho.

C: Cuddles - are they a good hugger? Or do they like hugs?

- Haizaki is not a really good hugger, while Hiroto is slightly better. Haizaki will always tense his muscles while Hiroto will bury his head in his shirt and suffocate him. The three of them will always take a giant toy and cuddle with him, while glaring at each other and communicate with their minds. 'He loves me more' 'No u shitbucket'. And so on. When they wake up Kirina, he will take a pillow and start his revenge.

D: Defending - will they defend you when you are in trouble?

- They hiss at every person that lays eyes on him. They are kinda overprotective and always pull him closer to them when they see a guy trying to hit on him. They let him go out with the team, because they trust him. They will always bring pocket knives in themselves. Hiroto will bite and Haizaki will scratch, both leaving scars. Kirina will take videos.

E: Envy - Are they envious about something?

- They envy his innocent look, his eyes, his face, his body and the way he breathes. He just beams such cuteness and innocence that makes them fall down on the ground and pray for him to bless them with his innocence. Nobody was courageous enough to come and talk to them, so they rarely were able to find new friends, while Kirina is the opposite and they envy that a lot.

G: Giggle - Can you make them laugh easily?

- Kirina was never a good comedian, no matter how hard he tries. He will not even try to make them laugh, because their humor is dark and weird for him to understand. They will sure giggle and laugh when he falls into endless speculations about the smallest things, like that time he said that languages are just some random sounds coming out from their mouths.

I: Intimacy - Will they rush with sex?

- Welp, Haizaki and Hiroto are a bit perverted, and of course they will touch him and shiz, but they will never force him to do whatever. Haizaki at least is somehow patient and will go with masturbation, but Hiroto is more intense and will often hold Kirina closer to him, only making him blush and cover his face. He tried to have sex with Kirina once by his wish, but when he was about to completely undress him, he felt some sort of sadness in him and stopped. He knew he accepted only to please his needs and Hiroto just stopped. The three of them promised not to be intimate until Kirina is ready. Well, Hiroto and Haizaki may have tried it....

J: Jokes - Can they make you laugh hard?

- They can, but only when Kirina is in a good mood. Somehow they cannot make him feel anything when he is at a certain state. They can make him laugh when they start to banter. They swear in different languages, spit water on themselves and throw stuff, leaving him giggling behind and capturing everything. Sometimes, they will send him derp pictures of each other and laugh it all off, in the end three of them end up bantering and throw stuff at each other.

L: Lullaby - Will they sing to you before sleep?

- PFTTTT, NO. They will most likely search for some kind of parodies of famous children songs and will shout them out loud, others hearing them and hearing their laughs after. Sometimes Haizaki and Hiroto will spend their time talking about random things, while Kirina is asleep and slightly snoring.

N: Nag - Will they nag with you for fun? Or do they like it?

- They adore to nag with him. They will poke and squish his cheeks, tickle him until he passes out laughing, joking about their past and disturbing each other when they have some work to do. They will throw some pranks at each other and pretend they kidnap one of them only to expose who ate their leftovers. Especially Hiroto and Haizaki will jump onto each other with full might in the morning, nor afraid that they might hurt each other.

О: On/Off - Do they get turned on (aroused) by you easily?

- When they see Kirina in a formal clothing or dressing in front of him, they just drool. Kirina's slim body and cute facial features somehow wake up the zoo in their whole body and refrain from leaping onto him in front of the people that are watching them. When he out of nowhere sits in their laps they will never miss the chance to pull him closer. There are times that their.... willies rub... but this is another topic that should not be discussed here.

P: Pain - How do they deal with the pain after argument?

- They rarely argue because most of the time they shout at each other and laugh about it. But when something serious happens and they get involved in a really bad scandal, they just try to avoid eye contact. They will only see each other's backs and just be quiet the whole day, until one of them gets pissed off and just begins to talk about it, hiding its face.

S: Scent - What is their scent? Do they like yours?

- Kirina's scent is soft and almost nobody can smell his perfumes. He smells like fresh laundry and this bewitches and attracts the boys to lay on him and sniff the fresh clothing all day long. Haizaki uses only a bit of his perfume and he smells more of cigarettes, since Hiroto at times lights up a cigar and Haizaki has to bear with the smoke. Hiroto tries to stop, but his anxiety sometimes hits in and he smokes. He somehow tries to maintain his perfume's smell, since he applies a lot on. Haizaki hates to smell so strong, so he doesn't care.

T: Tenderness - Do they get offended easily? Are they way too frail or vulnerable towards your words?

- Actually... Kirina is the most vulnerable towards their words. It happens to spill a really bad word that actually can upset Kirina and he will lock himself in the room, falling asleep and usually tearing up. Haizaki and Hiroto are used to all kinds of nicknames and they will always laugh it off when someone insults them or does something like that.

U: Utopia - Are they the perfect soulmate? Is life with them flawless?

- Um............. a huge don't know on that. They are always noisy as hell, always banter about random things, mess up the room, but Kirina always says that he will never replace them for whatever. He enjoys their company and he couldn't imagine his life without these two. He is a bit over dramatic, but they love him and cherish him. Sometimes they just reach the limit and Kirina regrets his choices.

V: Voice - How do they speak to you?

- Kirina expressly said that he dislikes people to talk formally to him, so he said to them to talk to him like they talk to each other. They speak with higher tone, sometimes they insult each other and briefly said... they act like themselves. Haizaki prefers to speak to him in a low voice, while Hiroto is loud and prefers to scream and exaggerate, leaving both of them in utter despair and regret.

W: Weakness - Do they have any weaknesses towards you?

- They are weak when Kirina switches on his hoe side. Yes, he has one... very intense one... when he turns it on he becomes super seductive and will tease them until they lost control and he will leave them hanging, just to annoy them. They just can't resist the seductive eyes and smirk he has. But he only turns it on when they are alone and they challenge him.

X: (Ex)citement - Do they get excited for the smallest things with you?

- They show almost no emotion when small things happen, but try their best to make their loved one feel special. The bigger achievements are celebrated with private parties and lots of music and fun. When they are emotionless towards an achievement, they either try to convince themselves that even the smallest things are amazing and have to be celebrated no matter what. Its just them, especially Haizaki.

Z: Zzz - Are they a heavy sleeper? How do they sleep? Do they like to wake you up?

- Only Kirina is a light sleeper. Haizaki and Hiroto sleep deep and both snore loud, but Kirina gradually got used to it and has no problems with that now. Haizaki sleeps calmly, almost not moving, while Hiroto rages in the bed and moves a lot. He will always wake up with one of his hands asleep and cold, not able to control them. They never dare to wake Kirina up, since he is a really light sleeper and really hates to wake up. They only push him when its something important, otherwise he will scratch them.

Thanks for these asks! Feel free to ask me again. Stay healthy! ❤

#inazuma eleven #inazuma eleven orion #inazuma eleven ares #haizaki ryouhei #hiura kirina #kira hiroto #ie #ie headcanons #ie orion #inazuma eleven headcanons #my opinion

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natasha-cole · 7 years

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Hey Bartender Chapter 6: Another Thing I Shouldn’t Be Doing

Pairing: Bartender!Reader x Rock God!Rob

Chapter Summary: Your boyfriend might have an idea that something is going on, but you’re not willing to give up on Rob just yet.

Word Count: 4161

Warnings: drinking as usual, lots of swearing, suggestive language, gratuitous flirting, cheating

Catch Up: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

The last thing you wanted when you returned home after your night with Rob was to run into your boyfriend.

You drove home after having snuck out of Rob’s place, knowing full well he never actually meant for you to stay the night anyway. When you got home, you noticed Tyler’s car was there; so you quietly opened the door, trying to close it just as quietly behind you when you got inside. You carefully placed your shoes, that you had hurriedly just picked up and walked out barefoot, next to the door before discarding your bag on a table. When you turned around to face the living room, your heart nearly stopped upon seeing Tyler sitting on the couch; the early morning sunlight coming in through the blinds, barely illuminating him as he watched you.

“Oh God!” you shouted in surprise, “Tyler… I thought you’d be asleep, I was trying to be quiet.”

“Yeah, it’s like 4 in the morning, I should be asleep,” he said, “I thought you’d be asleep too.”

“It was just a late night,” you replied, still standing there and unsure of what to do.

Tyler stood up, moving toward you and you felt your heart continue to beat wildly. You were a mess; you thought for certain that if he got too close, he would know what had happened.

“Yeah, I guess so,” he began, now standing directly in front of you with his hands on your hips. He leaned in to kiss you, to which you quickly turned your head to stop him.

“I’ve been up all night, I’m sure I have horrible morning breath,” you said, trying to convince him to back off.

He studied you briefly, looking you up and down and almost certainly taking note the state that you were in. You had seen yourself as you had left Rob’s house. Your hair messed up, makeup smudged, marks on your neck from where Rob had bit you that you tried to cover with your hair. You smelled like whiskey, sweat, and sex; and you were sure that Tyler could tell.

You glanced up at him, trying to figure out what he was thinking right now; and based in his expression, he knew exactly what you had been up to.

“Where were you all night?” He asked.

“At the bar, we had to stay open late for a band,” you lied.

“Do you always come home like this after working?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you look like you had a really good night,” he ran a hand against your neck just then, moving your hair back and stopping to look at the marks. “Let me guess, you got yourself with your curling iron?”

“It’s nothing,” you said, “if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to shower and get some sleep.” You pushed his hand away, walking past him toward your bedroom. Your heart was still racing and you suddenly felt that nagging guilt that you had pushed down begin to build up again.

“Fine,” he called after you, “I’m on my way out anyway. Might do you some good to not bother asking what I’m up to then.”

“I never do,” you reminded him, “I don’t want to know.”

“Hey, Y/N…” You turned to face him, uncomfortable by his tone now. “If I find out who he is… I mean; when I find out who he is, I’ll kick his ass.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Whoever it is that you’re sleeping with, I’ll find out.”

“You’re insane, I’m not-”

“I’m not an idiot,” he cut you off, “I can smell him on you.”

You held your breath; unsure how he was going to react to his realization. He wasn’t necessarily a violent man; in fact, he was never really around to have a moment to be angry with you for any reason. You thought you should argue with him, convince him that nothing had happened; but you thought better of it. He may be kind of the worst boyfriend in the world, but he was not an idiot.

“I thought we decided to not ask each other about the things that we do,” you reminded him. It had been an agreement a couple of years ago. You had started to nag him when you got tired of him constantly being out, never at home with you. He never told you were he was going to be, who he was with, what he was doing; however, he expected all of that from you. It wasn't much to worry about on your part, you never went anywhere; you worked all the time and usually only spent time outside of work with Bri. You mostly figured it wasn’t worth the fight with Tyler of asking where you were and who you were with all the time if you just kept to having no friends and no life. You had changed a lot during the past few years, but Tyler never really did. Even though you chose to keep yourself out of trouble, he did not. He was gone all the time. You learned pretty quickly to not bother asking questions. Eventually, you both decided against prying in each others lives; although you noticed quickly that even this was one sided. He was allowed to do as he pleased, but he definitely always had questions for you.

“I think we both know that that doesn’t apply to you,” he argued, “especially when I know something is going on.”

“Maybe I think something is going on with you as well,” you spat, annoyed now that he was allowed to question you but you couldn’t do the same.

“What I do isn’t your business,” he said calmly, “but you, you are mine. I know what you’ve been up to and I suggest you stop before I have to intervene.”

“Are you threatening me?”

“Of course not,” he chuckled, “have I ever hurt you? Come on, I’m not that guy. But I will make his life hell when I find out who he is.”

You watched him as he headed for the door, a smirk on his face as if he were pleased with himself.

“Where are you going?” You shouted after him. “Why won’t you tell me where you’re going? You’re so worried about what I do, well, I want to know what you’re doing.”

“Don’t push it, Y/N,” he replied, “just don’t do anything else stupid.”

With that, he walked out, letting the door slam behind him.

You showered after Tyler left, letting the warm water relax your muscles that had tensed up during your conversation. It was unusual for you and Tyler to ever yell at each other. You rarely even communicated in general. You had thought for a moment that you might have gotten away with everything, but for some reason, he had actually been home when you came stumbling in. Now that, that was unusual. The entire conversation was unusual.

You were not stupid; you knew damn well that the reason Tyler was hardly around was because he was sleeping with someone else. The few times that he had been home, you of course had sneakily read some of his text messages, saw his call history, and had definitely witnessed him walk into the house in a similar state as you did this morning. You knew not to question him, mostly because you had gotten to a point where you didn’t even care anymore.

The only thing that had you pissed off was the fact that he was calling you out for doing the same thing that he had been doing for years.

You didn’t see Rob for over a week. You half expected him to find his way to the bar at some point; possibly going right back into trying to take you home mode. But as the weekend rolled through, not even any of the other guys showed up. You felt used. You knew that his whole purpose was to talk you into sleeping with him, and he had done just that. You just didn’t expect for it to be a one-night stand and for him to completely disappear. A part of you wanted him to stroll through those doors; sweet talk you some more and convince you to go with him again. You admit that you had a great time with him. You had almost forgotten how good it felt to have someone show interest in you, kiss you, call you beautiful. The sex was just a plus. Now, you were convinced that he had used you and would go out of his way to avoid you.

It had been nearly two weeks since that night when Briana clued you in that Rob’s band was playing at the bar again. You hadn’t felt this nervous in a long time. You knew you always worked on performance nights, but you weren’t sure how Rob would treat you, or if he would even acknowledge you.

“What the hell happened between the two of you?” Bri had asked, you were at lunch together and you were a nervous mess as it was since Tyler had went out of his way to call you to see where you were and even insisted on talking to Bri to make sure you weren’t lying.

“Me and who?”

“You and Tyler,” she said, “why the hell did he need to talk to me?”

“He’s convinced that I’m cheating on him, so he thinks it’s necessary to make sure I’m telling the truth about where I am at all times.”

“What?” Briana asked, dumbfounded by your explanation. “Is he fucking psycho? Wait, don’t answer that… he is fucking psycho.”

“Maybe he’s not that crazy…” you mumbled as you poked at your food.

“Did you sleep with the singer?” Bri asked, leaning in closer to you, a grin forming on her lips.

“I did,” you answered her truthfully, “and Tyler knew. Like, I couldn’t even try to lie. He just knew.”

“Holy shit, I didn’t think you’d have it in you,” she said proudly, “you are a badass.”

“Yeah, a total badass,” you huffed sarcastically, “now I’ve got a boyfriend who won’t stop checking on me and a one-night stand under my belt.”

“You gonna see him again?”

“Bri, I slept with him and haven’t heard from him in weeks. When his band plays at the bar, it will literally be the first time I’ll have seen him since.”

“You didn’t exchange numbers?”

“I’m not a complete idiot,” you reminded her, “it was just sex. I was just sort of hoping it could’ve happened more than once.”

“Maybe he’s thinking the same thing.”

“He also knows where I work, he used to bug me there all the time. If he had wanted me again, he would’ve tracked me down.”

“I don’t know,” Bri said, “maybe he’s busy doing band stuff.”

“Or maybe he’s busy with a new favorite bartender.”

“Whatever. He’s into you, I can tell.”

“Then he would have come to see me.”

“Maybe you scared him off with all the secrecy.”

“Bri, I told him my name,” you said. Bri looked at you, wide eyed as she tried to take in what you had just told her.

“You did not!” She shouted, still shocked. “All these years, you have never… why did you… what?”

“I don’t know,” you replied, “we slept together and he asked for my name again, and I just gave it to him. Like… I don’t do that, Bri. Why did I do that?”

“You like him,” she said simply, still amazed.

“I like the way he looks, and I like flirting with him. Plus, he’s really good in bed. But I don’t like- like him, not like that. I just liked the attention.”

“I can’t tell if I’m disappointed that you caved, or if I’m proud that you nailed him. I’ll go with proud, because he’s hot and you deserve to be fucked by someone who knows how to fuck.”

“Really? Can you watch the language? We’re in public.”

“First of all, I fucking hate Tyler; I hate him more now that he’s basically stalking you. Secondly, you better get back on Rob when they play again because you need to keep getting fucked until you are finally done with that fucker, Tyler.”

“Jesus, Bri,” you muttered, blushing as you watched other customers glare over at the two of you, “tone it down please. He’s not stalking me, you can’t be stalked by someone you’re dating.”

“Wrong,” she said firmly, “how is it okay for him to check in on you at all times, but you can’t know what he’s doing? He’s fucking psycho and you don’t deserve that. Say the word and I will destroy him.”

“Okay, okay, just calm down please,” you chuckled, grabbing her hand to try to calm her. “It doesn’t matter. Rob hasn’t tried to contact me in weeks. I think he got what he wanted and moved on. I should’ve known what it was, I did know what it was. It just kinda sucks that I’m not gonna have all that attention anymore.”

“I will kick his ass too if you want,” Briana offered seriously, “I mean, I’m tired of men treating my girl like shit.”

“How did I end up with such a fabulous best friend?” You asked, leaning back in your chair as you smiled at her.

“Because you’re awesome and I love you.”

“I love you too,” you said, “but don’t beat anyone up. It was a one-night stand; we both knew what it was. I was just an idiot about it. I never should have given him my name.”

“I still can’t wrap my head around why you did that.”

“The sex was just really good,” you replied with a smile.

“He fucked the sanity right out of you,” she pointed out.

“Yeah, something like that.” The two of you laughed together, going back to finishing your meals in silence. The conversation had been sort of heavy, despite your jokes and Briana’s vulgar language. It was just how the two of you communicated. You knew that she worried about you and you knew that she was concerned about the way Tyler was acting. She wouldn’t say it again, but you knew her concern was mostly in the fact that Tyler might be stalking you. You didn’t really see it that way, you just brushed it off as having a jealous boyfriend.

You wanted to listen to Bri, wanted to acknowledge the fact that Tyler wasn’t acting right and that he hadn’t been for a long time. Briana had been there with you during the whole problem that you had had with a customer who became a little too attached. Now that, that was what you thought of when you thought of a stalker. That was back when you hadn’t even considered using a fake name. Now, Bri was insisting that Tyler was behaving the same way, and maybe a part of you agreed. However, you had been in a relationship with him for years and never felt unsafe; you were mostly annoyed now that he insisted on calling you constantly because he never really used to care what you were doing. Maybe he was acting a bit crazy, but didn’t he have the right to act this way since you had in fact cheated on him? You still couldn’t help but wonder why you felt the need to protect him when he was out doing the same thing with no consequences.

On Friday night, Rob and the band showed up at the bar just as expected. You hoped that he might go out of his way to say hi to you, maybe flirt a little; but he walked through without so much as glancing your way. He followed the other guys directly to the stage to set up. You watched them, sort of hurt that he hadn’t even acknowledged you. You thought you had both had a lot of fun, and you hoped that you could continue to have fun; but he acted as if you didn’t even exist.

You spent the next hour or so working; making drinks for customers and trying to listen to the band perform.

“Hey there, bartender,” you heard someone call to you. You turned around to face Jason, smiling ear to ear upon seeing him.

“Hey Jason!” you called out, heading toward him as you grabbed his usual from the cooler. You opened the beer and handed it over to him as you leaned against the counter. “I missed you guys, haven’t seen you around in weeks.”

“Yeah, the guys did a little east coast tour last weekend,” he explained, “I always get to tag along.”

“What? You guys were across the country?”

“Yeah, just did a few shows over there.”

“That’s… that’s great,” you chuckled, now kicking yourself over how upset you had been that they, and by they you meant Rob, hadn’t come by to see you in weeks.

“Yeah, it was really good,” he continued, “these guys are something else.”

“They really are,” you replied, leaning to look over Jason’s shoulder at the band.

“Hey, I’m gonna sing with them on the next song,” he said as he moved away from the bar, “we’ll catch up after the show?”

“I’ll be here,” you smiled.

Once the show had ended, you were alone with the band again, sort of nervous over facing Rob. After all, you had slept with the man and hadn’t seen him since. You weren’t sure if you should act normal with him, or if he would even act normal with you. The band sat at a table, prompting you to leave the bar to go over and get their order. They ordered some drinks, Rob not even looking at you as you stood there. You felt your stomach drop when you realized that he was actively avoiding you, and you didn’t know why.

You did your job, bringing them the drinks that they had ordered and returned to your place behind the bar. You waited for them for a long time, occasionally bringing them more drinks, but mostly standing behind the bar alone; feeling really out of place. You knew that sleeping with a customer would be a bad idea, you just didn’t realize it would make things so awkward. You tried to busy yourself with cleaning, trying to push the thoughts out of your head. Just when you thought you had focused on something other than thoughts of Rob and why he was acting so strangely, you glanced up to see him standing at the bar in front of you.

“H-hey,” you stuttered.

“Hey bartender,” he said with a small smile, “I was just wondering if I could get the tab.”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” you said, moving to the cash register to print the bill out for him. You approached him, holding the ticket out to him. He didn’t take it, instead he handed you his card to run, which you did without question. You placed the ticket in front of him for him to sign, handing him a pen. When he reached for the pen, he brushed your hand with his, causing you to blush out of embarrassment. He must have noticed how uncomfortable you were.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he signed the paper, passing it back to you.

“I’m fine,” you said, “are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You didn’t say hi when you came in, like you usually do,” you said nervously.

“I didn’t know I was supposed to.”

“You don’t have to, you just- you usually do.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to stay away from you, because that seems to be what you want.” You looked at him, sort of surprised that he was thinking this.

“What are you talking about?”

“Really?” He asked. His voice rose, now looking upset with you. “We slept together, and you fucking disappeared in the middle of the night. If that doesn’t scream ‘leave me alone’ then I don’t know what does.”

“What are you talking about? You wanted to sleep with me, and I gave in. I know what that was, I’m not an idiot.”

“What?”

“A one-night stand,” you explained, “I know how they work.”

“I’ve literally been hitting on you for months,” Rob argued, looking slightly annoyed, “and I finally got you into my bed only to have you sneak out… no goodbye… no ‘thanks for the lay’... no phone number… nothing.”

“I-I’m sorry?” you said, now confused. “You could have come in to see me.”

“No, because I was touring,” he argued.

“I know, Jason told me.”

“Besides, I assumed you got what you wanted and you probably didn’t want to see me again. Why else would you have snuck out?”

“I just- I just thought that’s what I was supposed to do given the situation.”

“There’s no situation. I wanted you, and I thought you felt the same way.” You could feel his eyes burn into you, his tone rising as if he were upset that his one-night stand had ran out on him.

“You know I have a boyfriend,” you reminded him.

“Then why are you so worried that I didn’t come see you?”

“Because…” you trailed off, wondering if you should be honest with him, “I thought it could have been more than just a one time thing.”

Rob raised a brow at you, mouth turning up at one corner, looking intrigued by your offer.

“Really?” he asked, “So, what? Like a fuck buddy kind of thing?”

You shrugged, “Hey, I had a really good time. I haven’t felt like that in a while.”

“It was really good, wasn’t it?”

“I think I just assumed I was supposed to leave, I don’t really know how to handle sleeping with someone like this. I’m sorry. But, I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”

“Hmm,” he hummed, eyeing you hungrily now, “I’ve been thinking about you too. I was mostly pissed off that you ran out, but it’s hard to stay mad at you.”

“This can only be sex,” you explained, excited over the thought of being able to be with him again, “I’ve got a boyfriend who knows I already cheated on him, I can’t give him a reason to think it’s still going on.”

“You know,” Rob said, “we could have a whole lot more fun if you ditched the guy.”

“I can’t do that,” you replied.

“Why not?”

“Because, it’s bad enough I cheated on him, I can’t imagine breaking his heart as well.” It was all bullshit. In fact, you had wanted to leave Tyler plenty of times. Mostly, the relationship had grown stale and you were often bored since he was never around. The only problem was that he wouldn’t let you leave. You suddenly recalled how Tyler had mentioned that he would find out who you were fooling around with, even threatened whoever it was. You decided against telling Rob this. You were sure you could sneak around without Tyler being the wiser. It was your profession to lie and to do it well. Getting caught after your first night with Rob had been a fluke. You knew you could do better at hiding what you were doing.

“Fine,” Rob said, shaking his head, “we’ll sneak around. It kinda sounds exciting anyway.”

He leaned across the bar, you did the same until you both met halfway. He placed his mouth against your ear, whispering quietly.

“I finally get you call you by your real name when I fuck you,” he said. You could feel him grin against you, and you heartbeat quickened as you felt the excitement within you grow. He pulled way, returning to his place as he watched your reaction. You only nodded breathlessly, suddenly aching for him now.

“I’d like that,” you said softly.

“Good,” he replied, turning very dominant very easily, “I’m taking you home with me tonight. I imagine you’re available.”

You nodded again, wanting to return his sense of control with your own brand of assertiveness. You were surprised that after all this time; after your ability to match him in this power play that the two of you engaged in, you were now speechless. But, he had just went from pissed off, scorned lover; to the sexy, dominant man that you honestly couldn’t get enough of.

“I’ll come for you when we’re ready to leave,” he stated, moving from the bar to return to his table. You stood there, still breathless and still really turned on. Thankfully, you knew Tyler was across town tonight; he had already told you that he wouldn’t be home, and you had already told him that you would be at the bar really late. At least you knew you could get away with tonight and avoid questions, you were already busy making up excuses for anything that Tyler might bring up.

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bastardnev · 7 years

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The King and the Prince

*honks la cucuracha horn* HEY GUESS WHO WROTE A FIC FOR A SHIP THAT ISN’T WADE/NEV

for @champnatalya!!

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: World Wrestling Entertainment, Professional Wrestling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mustafa Ali/Pac | Adrian Neville Characters: Mustafa Ali, Pac | Adrian Neville Additional Tags: Denial of Feelings, nev's a Big Angry Gay Mess, mustafa's a Big Cutie, And a bit of a flirt Summary: A few lighthearted comments from Mustafa causes Neville to rethink how he'd been feeling the past few months.

If someone could kindly remind Neville as to why he agreed to spend the rest of his evening with a group of peasants, then that would be lovely.

He had originally planned on going back to his hotel room after 205 Live went off the air that week, getting some rest before heading off to the next location in the morning, but the rest of the division had other plans. Seeing as everyone was in a good mood, Cedric proposed going out for drinks once the taping was over, and they wanted the King to go with them.

The answer seemed obvious -- of course Neville was going to reject their offer. Why would he want to spend any more time with these guys than he had to? Between Raw and 205 Live, he spent two whole days of his week with them -- two days that he would have rather spent doing literally anything else. Did they really think that they could ask him to tag along with them on their late night adventures and that he would be eager and willing to go?

Then Gallagher went and made an offhand comment about being able to outdrink Neville in a way that 'only a gentleman could'. Nothing made Neville tick quite like snide remarks from the arguably inferior Englishman. Vowing to prove him wrong, Neville finally accepted their invitation, knowing damn well that he would be standing tall in the end just like the last time he and Jack had faced off.

Later, Neville was making his way back to the locker room following his main event match (and successful title defense) against TJP. He was actually in good spirits, having once again proven to the WWE Universe that there was simply no one else on the 'Neville Level' and as such there was no one who was good enough to take him down. And despite his prior hesitation, he was even looking forward to going out, the anticipation of getting yet another victory over Jack causing a devilish smirk to form on his face. He had already won one fight that evening, and nothing was stopping him from winning a second.

Neville pushed the locker room door open and immediately spotted Mustafa sitting at the far end of the room, playing around on his phone. Neville's smirk melted away, and his cocky expression was replaced with the usual annoyed one that he always wore.

Mustafa Ali had made quite a name for himself ever since arriving in WWE, earning a reputation among fans and colleagues as being one of the best high flyers in the company, and his sights were set firmly on the purple strap that could always be seen resting on Neville's shoulder. He had made his title ambitions quite clear, going as far as to tweet him about how it would take a 'Prince' like himself to dethrone the King. There would even be some times during their matches where Neville would knock him down only for him to defiantly stand back up, the fire in his eyes burning even fiercer, the challenging expression on his face unwavering. He had so much passion, ambition.

Neville hated that.

Their issues found their way outside of the ring as well. All it took was one passing glance from Mustafa for Neville's attitude to do complete one-eighty. An unusual feeling would well up inside him, almost as if there were butterflies in his stomach. Sometimes they would accidentally bump into each other in a crowded hallway and it would take a whole ten minutes for Neville to stop shaking. He felt... uneasy in his presence and would much rather be as far away from his as possible.

At the same time, if Mustafa weren't around, then Neville would be wondering where he was, why he wasn't hanging out with the other losers in the division. It was a unique hatred that not even Neville himself fully understood. He wasn't sure if he wanted to.

As Neville washed up in the showers, he toyed with the idea of simply ignoring him, but there was something nagging at him. Was Mustafa going with the rest of the roster to the bar? Would he be watching him obliterate Jack in their drinking contest? Hell, had he even been asked to go in the first place? Neville knew that whenever Mustafa had a match -- even if it was against a local competitor, as was the case that night -- he spent a good amount of time alone as he mentally prepared himself. It was possible that no one had gotten around to inviting him.

The way Neville saw it, he had two options. He could go through with his original plan of ignoring him, believing that if the other cruiserweights were really Mustafa's friends then they would have already told him about the evening's festivities. That, or he could simply ask him about whether or not he'd been invited. If not, then he could make fun of him for having fake friends who didn't truly care about him. The latter seemed more fun.

Neville shut the water off and quickly dried himself before heading over to his bag, digging around for more casual clothes to slip on. It was as he was sliding a t-shirt over his head that he look a look over his shoulder at Mustafa, who was still doing God knows what on his phone. "What, are you too busy screwing around on Twitter to even acknowledge your King?" Neville asked.

Mustafa finally looked up from the device, letting out a sigh through his nose before replying with, "The last time I greeted you when you came in the room, King, you told me to shut up."

"Maybe so." Neville took a seat on one of the benches, clasping his hands together on his lap and hunching forward. "But this time is different. I actually want to speak with you."

"Do you?" He looked a little surprised.

"I want to know what you're doing tonight." Neville smirked. "If you have plans to go anywhere."

"Uh... no, I don't," he admitted. "Why do you want to know?"

Huh. Neville thought. So they didn't ask him. What good friends he has! "How about you accompany your King to the local bar tonight? I'm in the mood for celebratory drinks. Or does someone such as yourself prefer to hole up in his hotel room? Is that more your definition of 'fun'?"

Mustafa's eyebrows raised at Neville's offer, what appeared to be a faint blush growing on his cheeks. Neville couldn't even begin to imagine what he was so bashful about. Then again, he had no way of knowing how the mind of a peasant worked. "Well?" He asked. "Answer me."

"King..." Mustafa let out a little embarrassed chuckle, the sound of his laughter as well as the smile on his face making Neville go a little red himself. What the hell was he laughing at? Was he mocking him?!

"I don't think there's anything particularly funny about this, Ali." Neville scolded him with a cold glare. "You should know better than to disrespect your King. Haven't you learned anything from the last time you did that?" Neville had no problem locking Mustafa in the Rings of Saturn once again if it meant getting him to behave.

"I'm not trying to be disrespectful at all." Mustafa raised his hands self-defensively, his grin having grown wider. "I just think it's funny, that's all. You? Asking me on a date? It's not what I expected."

Neville felt his mouth drop open, the slight shade of pink on his cheeks now having grown full-on crimson. What?! A date?! Mustafa thought that Neville was actually asking him out?! "Don't think so highly of yourself, Ali!" Neville shot up from the bench. "You're not worthy enough to be anything even close to my lover." His fists clenched. "I'm asking you because all of the others are going out tonight."

"So it's not just you? Damn. Here I was thinking I was getting some alone time with the King." Mustafa clicked his tongue, though he offered Neville a wink, which caused him to swallow.

"You had better cut that out--" Neville took a few steps towards Mustafa and abruptly stopped when the locker room door opened, and they both looked to find TJ now standing in the doorway. He looked between the two of them with a puzzled expression, like he wasn't sure what in the world he'd just walked in on. Neville backed away from Mustafa and snatched his bag up, huffing and storming towards the exit.

"I'll see you later, King!" Mustafa called after him. Neville ignored him and rammed into the door with his shoulder, stepping out into the hallway. It was as the door was closing that he overheard TJ mentioning the plans to Mustafa. Just my damn luck. Had I waited a few more minutes, that bullshit could have been completely avoided.

Where the hell did Mustafa get off saying those kinds of things, anyway? Did he really think that he was that important in Neville's life to the point where Neville would actually ask him out on a date? To the point where Neville would actually be interested in being in a relationship with him?

Christ, imagine if the two of them were actually dating? Neville's mind was suddenly flooded with images of the two of them hanging out before the show started, talking about their respective matches, actually being nice to each other. He thought of greeting him with a hug, giving him a good luck kiss, waking up next to him in a hotel bed... The same butterfly feeling that Neville usually got when thinking about Mustafa returned with a vengeance, and when paired with this context, it almost seemed... nice.

NO. Neville's eyes shot open wide, his grip on the handle of his bag growing almost impossibly tight. There was no way in hell that that was what was truly going on. Neville would be damned before he-- before he actually developed feelings for someone like Mustafa. Neville was the King, dammit. He didn't have time for crushes or things of that nature. Someone who was a constant thorn in his side couldn't possibly have worked his way into his heart...

...could he?

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yoireverse · 7 years

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conference

((hey everybody!!! so excited to see that so many folks are into this au. gosh. i hope you all enjoy this installment!! ♥ if you draw anything for the au, please tag @narootos and @wbtrashking!!)) summary: Otabek and Yuri take a relaxing walk around Barcelona. Their pleasant chatter is cut off by Chris and Phichit suddenly dragging them into a café.

For some reason, Phichit can’t shut up about the year’s power couple, Coach Yuuri Katsuki and his silver-haired student, Victor Nikiforov.

Understandably, this pisses Yuri Plisetsky off.

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Hey, Yuri stumbles over the words while he texts, scrunching up his face in annoyance. I know this is kind of weird to ask since we have the free skate tonight, but I was wondering if we could meet up and hang out.

The blonde skater throws his phone to the side as soon as he hits send.

Otabek had just offered to be Yuri’s friend two days ago, and he’s already being a surly weirdo about the whole thing. Yuri has lived and practiced around a handful of loud personalities. His rink mates can be suffocating. He has very little energy for socializing with Victor, Mila, and Georgi after practice is dismissed, so Yuri pouts in his hotel room and stares at the wall.

He’d already spent the early hours of the day cruising through his social media. There’s an infuriating amount of pictures on his Instagram of the Yuri’s Angels account where Yuri has been stuffed into a pair of cat ears or something equally demeaning. Victor and Yuuri are admittedly quiet on Twitter and Facebook, for all that the two of them had been flirting nonstop at dinner the day previous.

Yuri’s rink mate had flashed his gold ring with a huge blush and an even bigger smile. “Yura, look!” Victor hadn’t stopped beaming about the damn thing, and honestly, Yuri just needs a damn break from all of it. He could clear his mind by walking around the city, but this would leave him easily accessible to an ambush by his fans. Yuri rationalizes that he shouldn’t be scared of asking Otabek to hang out.

Otabek is Yuri's friend. Not a rink mate. Not someone to be idolized or to bicker with. Just a friend, who remembered him from days long past, and who Yuri had foolishly tuned out in his memories. Now they have the opportunity to make up for last time. The Kazakh teenager is nothing like Victor - sappy and crass and a bit air-headed. He’s not like Yuuri, who always acts like he’s going to faint if someone stands too close and who fusses over Victor like he’s a baby deer. Mila’s like his annoying older sister, Yakov and Lilia act like nagging parents, and Yuri just wants some quiet time to himself, maybe hanging out at a high altitude and letting the breeze hit his face.

That’s why he sends the text in the first place, but when he doesn’t receive a reply within five minutes, the blonde panics that he has overstepped his boundaries.

When his phone buzzes, it’s been eight minutes since he sent the text and concern flooded his mind. Yuri tentatively picks up his cell and draws in a nervous breath before he reads the message. Once he eventually looks at it, Yuri exhales happily.

Yeah, sounds good. Wanna meet up at the same place we did yesterday?

Yuri hurries to type back his agreement.

Otabek’s motorcycle engine comes to a low hum as he parks and Yuri smiles softly at him, lifting a hand in greeting.

The two of them grab snacks and just walk around the high terraces for an hour. Otabek occasionally points out interesting thing and snaps photos. Yuri switches between walking beside his new friend in comfortable silence and cursing about fans lurking near shops that have affordable t-shirts with animal prints. Otabek casually steps to Yuri’s side when girls get a bit too close, making sure the small Russian teenager is out of sight.

At first, Yuri wants to be pissed about it, because for all of Otabek’s talk of seeing Yuri as a soldier, he’s sure treating Yuri like he’s delicate. After a while, Yuri starts to realize that Otabek looks plenty relaxed, like he knows that Yuri can handle his own business, but he just quietly wants to help, and Yuri grows a little less cautious.

Yuri starts to ramble on and on to Otabek about life with his coach and choreographer, the former prima ballerina. Talking about their fledgling careers leads the blonde into an angry rant, but the Kazakh teenager just nods and smiles, happy to listen.

“You know, fucking Victor Nikiforov,” Yuri rushes to say, his arms flailing about, “He was never bad, y'know? Maybe just uninspired. He never applied himself to the sport as much as he should have. There’s something wrong with his brain. He could’ve…” the blonde trails off for a minute, then huffs and crosses his arms over his chest. “That guy. He could’ve been legendary by now, but he had to get his ass kicked by his big softy of a coach.”

“That sounds like a contradiction,” Otabek replies gently, his voice a low timbre.

“What, that his weak ass mentor showed him how things are done?” Yuri kicks a rock on the ground and rolls his eyes. “Fluffy doesn’t take shit from Nikiforov, and he coordinated my SP, too. The dude may look like a happy little airhead, but Fluffy is no joke. If he came back to the competition today, Nikiforov and I would have a run for our money.”

Otabek chuckles. “Sounds like you really admire Yuuri.” His shorter friend looks scandalized, which just makes Otabek laugh harder. “I mean, it’s not to the point of obsession or anything, but it’s obvious that you spend a lot of time with them, even off the ice. Where does Yuuri stay in Saint Petersburg?”

“With Nikiforov, of course,” Yuri answers like this is obvious. “Those idiots live together, eat together - hell, they invite me over to spend time with them in Nikiforov’s cramped-as-shit apartment because they clearly aren’t sick of being draped over each other all the time!!”

The taller teenager hums, digging his hands into his pockets. “That’s nice, Yuri.”

“We’re friends now,” Yuri snappily tells him, his lips quirking upwards. “So Yura is fine.”

“You can call me Beka too, then.”

Otabek listens, smiling and nodding as Yuri melodramatically tells stories of Yakov’s horrid lectures and about his piss-poor coffee-making skills. He tries to warn Yuri when the younger skater nearly walks into the door of a little café, but his words fall on deaf ears. Two people are walking out of the shop with drinks, and luckily, nobody gets splashed.

Four of the year’s Grand Prix finalists happen upon each other in a total coincidence, and all of them have time to burn.

Yuri’s a little disappointed that he can’t just spend his time rambling without being judged any more, but Phichit corrals the teenagers into the store. “C'mon, sit, sit!! We won’t be long.” The Thai man sits across the table from Otabek and Yuri, who are both closed off and a bit skittish. Chris leans way too far over the table as he smiles at them, which just makes the blonde teenager slump even further down into his chair.

Phichit and Chris cradle paper cups and spare a moment to laugh at themselves for coming back inside the store so quickly.

“What brings you guys out this morning?” Phichit beams at the two of them. Otabek shrugs and turns to the blonde.

Yuri rolls his eyes. “Just didn’t feel like staying in. Is there some sort of problem with that?”

“So surly,” Chris hums, taking a swig of his drink. “Did the two of you want to get anything?”

“I try not to have coffee too often,” Otabek replies flatly.

“Not interested,” Yuri snarls lowly. “Are we fucking done now?”

“Oh, geez, don’t be so mad.” Phichit laughs patiently. “You guys are still sort of new to the skating scene, and isn’t it sort of fun getting to know each other?”

The two teenagers in his audience are indifferent.

Regardless of their varying levels of interest in becoming friends with the other competitors, (Otabek doesn’t really feel a connection, and Yuri would sooner flick all of them off), when Phichit is not smiling and soft and friendly, he is a bit intimidating. His dark eyes are sharp and focused, and he’s come in second place at handfuls of competitions beside Yuuri, his best friend.

Chris is no slouch, either. He’s been first, second, and third at Worlds, at Europeans, and more. The two men are sharks in the water, and if they say that they’re interested in getting to know Otabek and Yuri, there is absolutely more to the story. Phichit and Chris might act nice now, but they’ll be out for blood in the evening. There’s no harm in catering to their whims while the older men are willing to pretend that all the Grand Prix finalists can all just get along.

“Not really,” Yuri grumbles eventually. “But something tells me you didn’t bother us just to act all sweet. What do you want?”

“I was wondering,” Phichit answers quickly, hands already flying to his phone, “How Yuuri and Victor act when they’re in Saint Petersburg. They can’t possibly be that clingy at practice, can they?”

Chris rolls his eyes. “I told him earlier that Victor Nikiforov is the driving force in their relationship. Victor would cling to anybody warm and willing. He’s never had anybody that close to him, so he’s probably desperate to hold onto that soft little coach of his.”

“Yeah, but Yuuri’s not like that!” Phichit puts his drink down to wag his finger at the Swiss man. Yuri watches them bicker with wide eyes. “No matter how much he cares about Victor, he wouldn’t let Victor hang all over him and be hyper affectionate in public. He’d get too nervous. Anyways, this is where you come in, to enlighten us!” Phichit turns his dark eyes on the long-haired teenager and Yuri jolts in shock.

He sits up just a bit, huffing and blowing hair out of his face. “That’s what you pulled me in here for?” Yuri Plisetsky throws his new friend a dirty pout before sighing and indulging Phichit and Chris. “Well, sorry to disappoint you, but the love birds are horrible no matter where they’re at. They bicker about buying new boots and forgetting to pack lunches. They’re gross and I hate them. I avoid them as much as I can.”

Otabek raises an eyebrow, but he refuses to call his friend out. Just twenty minutes ago, Yuri had been talking about having dinner at Victor’s grungy apartment with the couple.

“I told you so,” Chris laughs at Phichit, who is pouting. “So, tell me, is Yuuri going to clean himself up and spoil his younger man silly?”

“Oh god, Yuuri’s too stingy for that,” Phichit comments. “Even if Victor has managed to make him loosen up enough for public kisses and stuff, Yuuri hates to shop. He’d just get annoyed.”

“I bet he would do it for Victor, though,” Chris hums airily. “Love changes people.”

The Thai man sighs, smiling a bit. “I guess so. It’s totally strange to see him like this, but I’m glad Yuuri’s happy.” After a moment, he looks at the scowling teenager and tilts his head with curiosity. “What’s wrong? You look like you’re upset.”

“I am upset,” Yuri says, slamming a fist on the table. After a moment, he stands up and Otabek follows him silently. “I have to hear about those two during my precious off-hours? Get real. Bye!”

Otabek apologetically bows his head to the two of them, maintaining a level head while Yuri stomps out of the café.

Phichit kicks back in his chair with a grin. Chris slaps him lightly on the arm. “You are a bad man,” the Swiss man murmurs.

“You gotta get your kicks when you can,” Phichit replies quickly. “Yuri’s a good kid, underneath all the teen angst. I really did want to talk to him and become better friends.”

“Then don’t tease him.” Chris finishes his drink and stands to exit the shop for the second time. Phichit trails behind, taking a moment to snap one last photo of the two of them together. “You know that he has a hard time. Don’t lie and say that you’ve never read his social media.”

Phichit sticks out his tongue. “Of course I do. That’s why I reached out to him. The little dude could use a few more friends, don’t you think?”

Chris just laughs.

Otabek and Yuri silently walk together until the shorter male is slightly less furious.

Yuri stops in front of a sandwich shop. “Hey, sorry about today.”

The taller boy shakes his head. “It’s okay. I had a good time.”

With a scoff, the blonde asks, “Even with the bullshit in the middle?”

The Kazakh shrugs and smiles. “It was entertaining, at least. If you hadn’t asked me to hang out, I just would’ve been sitting in my hotel, waiting for the time to pass.”

Yuri starts at that. “Oh. Well. I’m glad I could help.” He nervously fidgets with his phone, which is full with frustrated messages from Yakov, asking about his location.

Yuri’s surprised that Victor and Yuuri haven’t started leaving voicemails at this point, because Yuri Plisetsky has been gone without letting them know since eight A.M. It’s twelve-forty-two now.

He supposes that Yuuri’s busy practicing with Victor for the FS skate in the evening, but it’s still strange. “I’m going to grab a sandwich and head out now, yeah?”

“Alright,” Otabek quietly says. The two of them part with a small wave.

Yuri is still a bit pissed about his talk with Phichit and Chris, but overall the day had been pleasant.

He walks back to the hotel with confidence, letting Lilia and Yakov’s fussy words roll off of him.

Before warm ups start, Yuri sends Otabek one last message, having been too nervous to tell the Kazakh in person.

Thanks, Beka.

About twenty minutes later, Otabek replies, Anytime, and Yuri Plisetsky pushes Mila off of him when the girl asks why Yuri is smiling.

#mod: ash #yoi #yuri on ice #reverse au #reverse fic

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