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If You Do. 27 Detoxing Doobin

THEA

"It's so early," I whined.

"No one said you had to come in this early," Charlie frowned at me as we got in her car.

"The profile photos will be better if you haven't been in class sweating," I mumbled resting my head on the window.

I regularly took photos for 1Millions website and advertising, I had been asked to come and take some new profile photos for each of the choreographers because they had a new one being brought on or something, and they wanted some updated class photos. It had been probably 3 months since I last did it, I guess it was good that they keep everything so updated.

"Why are you even complaining? You get up this early for school,"

"Yeah but I don't have to go to school today,"

"You can get out of the car of you l9ke and go back to bed,"

"No, I'm already awake,"

"Well then stop complaining,"

"Argh, you're so grumpy in the morning," I huffed.

"I have to go and deal with Doobin while trying to not have sex with him,"

"Why don't you just have sex with him?"

"Because he is Shawn's brother and he is 19,"

"He is over the legal age of consent," I shrugged.

"Barely,"

"Well of not sleeping with him didn't work, why don't you just sleep with him a lot until you get bored?"

"That won't work,"

"Why not? That's what you do when you crave something, you have an excessive amount of it and then you get tired of it and don't want it anymore,"

"That... actually makes sense," she frowned.

"Obviously,"

"Except I can't just go sleeping with Doobin while Shawn is there and we can be caught at any moment,"

"Doesn't that kind of make it so much better though, the thought that you could be caught any second?"

"That's beside the point,"

"Oh relax, I'll keep Shawn distracted while you bone his brother," I shrugged her off.

"I'm not going to bone Doobin while Shawn is in the same building,"

"Yes, you are," I rolled my eyes.

"What would you know?" she huffed.

"Can we stop for coffee?" I changed the subject.

"Only if you shut up about Doobin,"

"What even is a Doobin?" I shrugged.

She just shook her head at me.

CHARLIE

She wasn't wrong, I mean I wasn't' sure how I was going to get Doobin out of my system with Shawn and basically everyone else there. Not that I wanted to be caught at all but I especially didn't want Shawn to find out about it. I've tried to just avoid him but apparently, all that does is make me want to sleep with him more like he's some kind of forbidden fruit.

We got to the dance studio after we stopped so Thea could have her morning coffee. Most of the choreographers were in the staff room, of course, Doobin was also there. I reframed from groaning out loud. I had done a pretty good job at ignoring him the past few days, which as just resulted in me having to use every ounce of self restrain that I have to not just jump him in the middle of my class.

Yesterday he had the nerve to wear a sleeveless shirt and take all of the classes I was teaching that day. at one point he had even taken his shirt off and I had ended class early because I was worried that if I stayed in the room too long with a shirtless Doobin I wouldn't be able to keep my hands to myself.

"Hey girlies," Austin greeted.

"Girlies?" Thea frowned at him.

"Ladies?"

"Ew

"Homies?" he tried again.

"Much better," she nodded.

"You're weird," he laughed at her.

"And you're first," she smiled lifting her camera bag into the air.

"Why me?" he huffed.

"Because you're my favourite," she shrugged.

"Liar,"

"You're the only one who looks awake enough to have their photos done,"

"I can go first," Junsun offered, he probably just wanted to get them out of the way.

"No, you're last,"

"Why?"

"Because you're my least favourite," she smiled sweetly.

"Where do you want me?" Austin interjected.

"Nowhere I should have you," Thea winked.

"BM is already mad at you, can he really get any madder?"Austin laughed and got up from the couch.

"You wouldn't think so but knowing him, probably," she shrugged like it was nothing but her face flashed something different.

The fact that BM wasn't talking to her and had been so cruel to her was killing her. She hadn't really been the same the past few weeks. Not that BM seemed to care. I don't really know why he's so mad, I mean I kind of get it but really I don't know why he's surprised, we were all a little surprised that they hadn't slept together. Knowing they had actually made more sense.

They had spent an entire summer together and we were all pretty sure that Drew had liked her even before she lost all the weight.

"Come on, we'll go to the terrace, the natural light with be better," Thea shrugged leading the way.

"She's not going to be able to focus on her job," Junsun smirked.

"What do you mean?" I frowned.

"Austin isn't wearing a shirt under that denim jacket, he plans to unbutton it," Jinwoo stated.

"You realise she sees you all shirtless all the time, right?" I raised an eyebrow.

"She also has no self-control," Junsun pointed out.

"She photographs shirtless guys as a majority of her photography work, she isn't going to be thrown off just because Austin decided to show off some abs," I rolled my eyes.

I'd been counting the money carefully the past few weeks, just to figure out whether someone was stealing or just wasn't doing their job properly. After the first week, there was a substantial amount missing so I was pretty sure it wasn't just a mess up on someone's part. So, at the beginning of the week, called to organise someone to install CCTV so that I could catch whoever it is stealing from the bar. They finally installed it yesterday, so now that I actually had a days worth of footage I could look over it and figure out.

So far I had probably skimmed through about half the day and nothing weird or suspicious. Honestly, I wasn't really sure what I was even looking for, I trusted my staff, if I didn't I wouldn't have hired them in the first place, and I'm here most of the day so If someone was actually stealing from me then I clearly wasn't focusing enough on my surroundings. Maybe someone wasn't charging customers properly? It's a substantial amount to be undercharging.

I sighed getting frustrated with the lack of clarity I was getting on the issue. I almost turned the recording off to give myself a break just as I saw what I have been looking for. I'm not sure who I was madder at, myself for not noticing it sooner, or hiring them in the first place. Or at them for stealing from me.

THEA

"What took you so long? Did you get distracted?" Junsun asked.

"By what?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Austins abs,"

"I've seen better," I shrugged.

"Ouch," Austin pouted.

"I told you, photographing half-naked dudes is most of her job," Charlie stated.

"Yeah, have you seen Yuri?" Jacob nodded smirking.

"Yeah," Charlie and I nodded

"Unfortunately," Doobin mumbled.

"Jealous?" Koosung smirked.

"Of that playboy? No," Doobin rolled his eyes leaving the room.

"You're breaking that kids heart," Jinwoo shook his head.

"He's fine," Jacob, Charlie and Shawn stated. I had to try and cover my laugh with a cough, Charlie frowned at me.

"Who's next?" I changed the subject.

CHARLIE

I was trying to remember who I was teaching a class with this morning, the schedule had been all over the place lately and honestly I'd been busy worry about other things than focusing on which choreography I was supposed to be teaching. It didn't help that Doobin was in every one of my classes, I wasn't even exaggerating. He was like some super attractive, dangerously addictive, stalker student. I couldn't seem to get away from him and it was getting to the point that I wasn't sure that having a class full of students was going to be enough to stop me from jumping him anymore.

I was on my way to check the schedule when I was pulled into one of the dance rooms. Seconds later my back was against the wall and Doobin's mouth was on mine, his hands on my hips pushing himself onto me. He pulled away without warning and my body et out an objective moan without my permission. He smirked at me knowing he was winning.

"See you in class," he winked walking out of the room. I stood there staring at my reflection in the mirror walls across the room trying to catch my breath.

"There you are," Thea poked her head in the door, the sudden noise caused me to jump.

"Did I just scare you? Are you okay?" she frowned at me, I wasn't normally startled by anything.

"What? yeah, I'm fine," I tried to force myself back into reality.

"Did you just jump Doobin?"

"Did I jump him?" I frowned.

"I'll take that as a yes," she smirked.

"I have class," I rolled my eyes.

"Do you though?"

"I have students to teach, yes,"

"That makes more sense, you're far from classy," she teased.

"Shut up and go take your photos," I sighed.

"I was actually coming to take photos of your collab class with Shawn, but it seems like you were a little too busy coming with his brother,"

"Wait. My collab class is with Shawn?" I felt like my stomach relocated to my throat.

"Clearly you're so busy coming with his brother that you don't even know you're own schedule. This is going to be fun," she smirked.

"Not funny dude," I sighed.

"Maybe not for you," she mumbled leaving the room.

THEA

I had never seen Charlie so awkward in my life, she couldn't concentrate on the dance steps and forgot the choreography a few time. I didn't really blame her with the way Doobin kept looking at her, I could barely concentrate on taking photos because I was a too focused on the suspense of the two possibly getting caught out or the conversation the Doobin and Jacob were having about Charlie, of course, they didn't use her name so the other girls in the classroom were getting frustrated with hearing a story about Doobin with a girl but not knowing who it was.

"Why don't we take a break?" Shawn suggested giving Charlie a concerned look.

"Yes, let's do that," Charlie agreed, leaving the room. I followed her out, it's not like I was going to get any good shots of students not doing anything.

"You okay?" I asked when I caught up with her, only because she had collapsed into the couch in the staff room.

"No, I want to jump him and the face he keeps making at me is draining all of my willpower," she sighed.

"It's not like you had a whole lot of that, to begin with," I mumbled.

"Not helping,"

"My offer to distract Shawn still stands, it's probably better if you get Doobin out of your system," I commented.

"Don't say his name," she frowned at me.

"Why?"

"What if someone walks in and you're just throwing his name around? Then everyone would know," she rambled.

"Everyone would know what?" Koosung asked walking through the door.

"Nothing," Charlie gave me look to prove her point.

"You really need to get laid," I shook my head.

"I'm not busy," Koosung smirked.

"Your penis is tainted," Charlie retorted.

"The penis and the taint are two different things," Koosung shot back.

"You're all useless," Charlie shook her head getting up from the couch and leaving the room.

"What's up with her today?" Koosung asked.

"No idea," I shrugged putting my camera on the coffee table.

"Oh, can I look?"

"No, don't touch it, I just need to pee," I glared.

"Lame," he huffed.

I just rolled my eyes leaving the room. As I walked past the men's bathroom a hand came out from the door and pulled me inside. A squeak was all I managed to get out, my back was against the wall, the hands that were on my hips were gone almost as quickly as they were there and I was now looking up at a very mortified looking Doobin.

"Oh my god," he shuttered, his face contorted and he made an action that I thought was him dry heaving.

"What the hell?" I frowned.

"I thought you were Charlie," he defended and seemed to dry heave again. I would be offended if I didn't want to do the same thing.

"I'm obviously not Charlie,"

"I can see that, what are you doing here?"

"I was going to the bathroom, you're the one who abducted me," I retorted.

"Because I thought you were Charlie, she just went in there,"

"What are you doing stalking her to the bathroom you creeper? Also, who wants to be made out within a men's bathroom? That's gross," I frowned, retreating out of there and into the women's bathroom where Charlie was washing her hands.

"What's with your face?" she raised an eyebrow.

"You're illegal just tried to make out with me because he thought I was you," my whole body shuddered.

"He's legal," she retorted.

"That doesn't make a difference,"

"Doesn't it? Hmm, a little different when you're on the other side huh?"

"No, it's not actually. I don't want to jump his barely legal penis,"

"Wait, where did he try and make out with you?" she asked.

"In the men's bathroom,"

"Ew," she frowned.

"That's what I said," I nodded.

The bar was supposed to open in 20 minutes, and no surprise, Austin wasn't here. He was supposed to be here 0 minutes ago to get the kitchen ready, but like usual the kitchen hands were getting everything ready for him. He had been on thin ice for a while now and I had already spoken to him about it.

"Hey, sorry I'm late. Car trouble," he stated casually as he strolled through the front doors.

"Can I talk to you for a minute," it didn't sound like a question and I hadn't intended it to.

"Sure, let me just put my bag down," he nodded.

"Bring it with you,"

"Why?" He questioned.

"Because someone has been stealing, I wouldn't trust your belongings unattended," I watched his reaction but he didn't even bat an eyelid.

I lead him through to my office, I gestured for him to take a seat, he dropped his bag next to the chair he dropped himself into.

"Okay, before you say anything I know you've already talked to me about my behaviour and being late, but I am trying to be better and I do really need this job," he stated.

"Why?"

"Sorry?"

"Why do you need this job?"

"Honestly, for the money,"

"The $10, 000 that you've stolen wasn't enough?" I asked casually.

"What?"

"I've noticed that money has been going missing or not adding up. So I went back through the books and since we've opened $10, 000 has disappeared,"

"And you think I did it?" His tone had gotten defensive.

"I know you did it,"

"You have no proof,"

"I do actually, I had CCTV installed," I nodded.

"It's illegal to install CCTV and not have some sort of signage informing people they're being recorded,"

"It's also illegal to steal, but you're right and that would be why there is a sign on the front door and behind the bar," I nodded.

"There is not, I would have noticed them,"

"You have had verbal warnings, about your behaviour and lack of interest in showing up on time. You were already on thin ice, so just in case it wasn't clear, you are fired and I will be reporting this to the police,"

THEA

I was taking photos of Shawn and Austin's collab class. There was a lot of collab classes today, I think that's half the reason they asked me to come out today. I wasn't sure how the class had managed to learn any of the choreography with the way these two mess around.

"Are you sure you don't want to jump in and learn a few steps?" Shawn asked.

"I'm okay behind the camera, besides I can't really dance," I shook my head.

"Yes you can, you do burlesque which is basically the same thing," Austin stated.

"It is not the same thing, my burlesque routines don't really have any dance structure, I just have to be flirty and sexy. It doesn't require any technique, just a shimmy here and there,"

"Don't downplay your ability, I've seen you perform,"

"So has everyone," I retorted.

"Dude," he frowned at me.

"Now you sound like BM," Shawn also frowned.

"Of relax, it's a joke," I rolled my eyes.

"Just learn a few steps, you do have your one free class voucher thing that we got you for your birthday," Austin encouraged.

I was going to tell them to stop asking because it wasn't going to happen when I noticed Doobin and Charlie out the door sneaking into an empty room. I was assuming Charlie was following my advice so instead, I let out a sigh, turned my camera off and said;

"Fine, but I'm warning you, I can't dance,"

The taught me a few steps with the other students, some of the girls who were clearly only taking the class because of the way Shawn and Austin look bickered to one another while giving me unhappy stares. I had to admit I was doing pretty well, until they wanted us to put all the steps together, rather quickly. Honestly, I probably would have been fine if it was something slower rather than a hip hop class. some parts were manageable but some of them were too fast for me to remember the steps and keep pace.

"Oh honey," Austin laughed.

"I told you," I huffed.

"Charlie has to see this," Shawn stated, heading for the door as Austin tried to teach me the steps to the beat.

I panicked, I knew that Charlie and Doobin were still in that room and if Shawn went looking for Charlie, then he was probably going to find his brother in her and that's not something anyone needs. I couldn't think of anything to say to keep Shawn in the room so instead, I faked a fall, except the fake fall felt like it did some real damage.

I let out a shriek as pain shot through my foot, I was sure that I had heard something pop or snap. I let a few curse words slip out of my mouth while internally cursing myself for getting myself into this situation.

"Let me look," Austin knelt down.

"No, don't touch it," I snapped.

"I can't help you if I can't see it," He frowned at me.

"Austin I swear if you touch me I'll hit you," I warned, the pain was setting in properly and tears were beginning to form in my eyes.

I looked pleadingly at Shawn, I did not want to sit in the middle of a group of judgy girls and cry. I didn't like to cry in public as it was, I definitely didn't want to do it where was right now. Shawn seemed to forget what he was doing and came straight over to me.

"Put your arm around my neck," Shawn instructed sliding an arm under my knees and using the other to support my back.

I wanted to object, I wasn't an infant I didn't need to be picked up. But I was pretty sure that if they tried to help me walk out of here that I would just start crying. I sighed and put an arm around his neck, hiding my face in his chest as the tears started to fall.

"I'll just take her to the staff room and take a look," he told Austin.

"I've got this, just make sure our clumsy little friend is okay," Austin tried to joke.

"Asshole," I choked out.

"Come on you," Shawn started walking out of the room.

He walked me through the building into the staff room where he sat me on the couch. He knelt down in front of me and reached for my foot.

"No," I sobbed.

"Thea I have to look at it," he sighed.

"No, it hurts and if you take the shoe off it's just going to hurt more, what if taking off the show actually does damage?" I rambled.

"Thea, seriously?" he frowned at me.

"What? I don't know I'm in pain," I cried. The initial pain just kept intensifying.

"Fine, I'll go and get Charlie," he sighed.

"No," I stood up to stop him and instantly regretted.

"Why did you do that?" he frowned.

"I don't know," I sobbed.

"Are you going to let me look at it?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Fine," I sighed covering my eyes so that I couldn't see when he was doing it, I knew that if I saw him go to take my show off I would pull away and then he would go and find Charlie and probably find more than he thought he would and me hurting myself will have all been for nothing.

"How is she doing?" Austin came walking in.

"She's only just letting me look at it," Shawn stated.

I felt the pressure release as he pulled my shoe off my foot, there was a sharp pain and I squeaked out which I wasn't very proud of.

"This is so weird," Austin stated.

"What?" I panicked looking at my foot, which had instantly bruised.

"You acting like a girl," He said.

"Don't do that, I thought something was wrong with my foot," I threw a cushion at him.

"There she is," he smirked.

"There is something wrong with your foot," Shawn frowned at me at the same time.

"It looks bad," Austin agreed.

"I think it's broken, but we'll have to take you to the hospital to be sure," Shawn stood up looking around the room.

"I'm sure it's fine, if it's still bad in the morning then I'll go to the hospital," I tried to shrug it off.

"Thea, it's bruised, you're still crying so clearly you're in a lot of pain, and as we speak the swelling is increasing. Were going to the hospital now, not in the morning," Shawn went all parent on me.

"But I don't want to go to the hospital," I mumbled.

"Dude, just take your shirt off, she'll stop talking if she's surrounded by abs," Austin stated.

"You take your shirt off, I need to find a pressure bandage," Shawn frowned at him.

"My abs do nothing for her," he sighed.

"Can we just bandage my foot and take me home?" I asked.

"Sure but we're stopping at the hospital first," Shawn agreed sitting through cupboards.

"Why? It's probably just bruised and sprained. Maybe it's a pulled muscle but I think I fall over enough to know if it's broken or not," I really didn't like going to hospitals, especially not for myself.

"Thea, we're going to the hospital," Shawn stated ad my phone buzzed in my pocket.

"I really don't think it's necessary," I sighed checking my messages.

ChaCha: So, I'm going to Doobin's to test your theory. Keep Shawn distracted for me?

"Thea,"

"Okay fine," 8 sighed again.

Thea: Not a problem.

"Let me just go tell Charlie," Shawn seemed released.

"I would rather you didn't,

"Let's just take her to the hospital before she changes her mind," Austin stated,

"I'll text Charlie," I nodded.

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vocaotome · 7 years

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(Fanfic) 5 times Katsuki Yuuri jerked off to Victor Nikiforov in denial+1 time he still did it with acceptance

An Yuri!!! on Ice au fanfic set in the universe of the amazing fanfic Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by Reiya (Kazliin on tumblr)! Yeah, this is a fanfic of a fanfic, written for the "thank you for stepping on us" event which is basically the discord server dedicated to this fic celebrating Kaz and that she finished umfb&mha~! The other posts can be found under the #thankyouforsteppingonus tag.

EDIT: This must be a sign from god, but today is also Kazliin’s birthday! Happy birthday, dear kaz!! Stay awesome and keep murdering us <3</p>

Fic under the cut! I’m posting this a bit earlier to make the event deadline and still adjusting the writing in the later chapters, so only the first chapter can be found under the cut atm.

Physically, Katsuki Yuuri during his adolescence had been no different from a regular boy.

In the dead of one summer night, a ten year old Katsuki Yuuri had woken up from the blistering heat only to find his underwear uncomfortably tight, which, on closer inspection, was because of a certain part of his body being much more hard and swollen than normal.

Yuuri did what any young boy without any idea of what’s happening to his body would do-he freaked out. He had no idea what caused this strange occurrence, but he knew that his dick isn’t supposed to defy gravity and stick out like that. A bizarre pulse ran through him when he tried to push it down, which made him snap his hands away from his crotch like it had burned him. Feeling helpless and lost, he tried to go back to sleep hoping that he’d be back to normal when he woke up.

But sleep was elusive that night for Yuuri. Worries about how he would go to school the next day if his abnormal state persisted kept him up, and he only managed to fall asleep when he almost passed out from exhaustion. Thankfully the next morning there was nothing strange about his lower body, and Yuuri tried to brush it off as something he had imagined.

But after it happened again a few nights later and also the next, he realized that this might become a regular occurrence. He wished he could directly ask someone, but as he didn’t have any older brothers or any boys close to his age he was comfortable enough breaching such a private topic with (Takeshi briefly came to mind but he immediately rejected the idea, his irritation caused by the frequent teasings of the older boy still too fresh in his memory).

He tried to figure out what he could on his own-the swelling didn’t hurt but made it hard for Yuuri to pee, it went away faster when dumped with cold water, and also if Yuuri became mentally upset (he’d rather avoid the latter option, even though the first one was more physically uncomfortable). What he had heard from eavesdropping on some of his more rowdy classmates gave him the impression that this was a pretty regular thing, not some weird disease, and didn’t have to be reported to his parents (thank god), so Yuuri tried to accept this phenomenon as a bothersome but unavoidable part of life.

Things didn’t really change when one year later Yuuri fell in love with the grace and the beauty of a sliver haired boy on the ice. He was still the same quiet, awkward, ordinary Yuuri who felt too small and too big in his body all at once, apprehensive of the rapid changes in his growing body but also eager to become bigger, better, someone who could flawlessly replicate the moves of Victor’s performances without butchering them because of short and floppy limbs.

If his body was more unruly during the nights when his dreams were full of flashes of silver and faint memories of gliding across the ice hand in hand with another, he was not old enough yet to figure out the meaning behind it. The only thing he registered was his desire to share the same space as Victor, to skate on the same ice as him, to bare his soul as freely and beautifully.

Even on that fateful day, only a few hours before this dream was shattered to pieces and remolded into something burning and fierce, Yuuri had still believed that Victor was the most beautiful person he ever had the fortune to lay his eyes on. The memories from both Victor’s short program and his free skate-the sharp movements of his slim, toned body that seemed to be declaring his tacit claim as a god on the ice, and the soft, fragile dance across the ice that had enraptured Yuuri’s heart and soul-filled his thoughts even when he saw the boy in person. There was little he could think of except how desperately he wanted to reach Victor, truly reach him in ways more than one, although for now he was satisfied with the few moments he got.

Those moments had seemed to stretch forever as Victor faced him, his lovely eyes bright and twinkling with a smile that made Yuuri wish he could bottle it up and look at it every day as a reminder of the goal he was working so hard for.

But before Yuuri could wrap his mind around the intensity of that strange craving, the venomous words that left Victor’s lips the very next moment had destroyed it. The soft touch of Victor’s hand patting his hair felt like something he had dreamed of for so long, but not like this, never like this when it was nothing more than a show of contempt without any affection behind it.

Despite Yuuri’s earnest efforts to not think about Victor after he returned to Hasetsu, determined to forget the jarring difference between that angelic face and the cruel soul hidden beneath, the dreams still continued, albeit with a much different air from before (and less frequent because of how often he crashed into a dreamless sleep after a day of grueling practice). In the past even if he didn’t remember the details of his dreams, he always remembered the feelings they left behind-excitement and hope, glances of a future he was going to create with his own hands.

But now he could only see Victor skating all alone in the middle of a vast, icy expanse, gliding away from Yuuri every time he got close, mocking and unreachable in his perfection. Victor’s smile in the sole poster that had survived Yuuri’s rampage was the same, an ironic fulfillment of his wish to have a reminder of his goal, never mind how that goal had become twisted into an abomination of its original form.

The following couple of years Yuuri threw himself so hard into training that he didn’t have time for anything else. He often felt like an alien when his classmates excitedly chattered about the things that interested them, be that the newest video games (which Yuuri would’ve loved to try out but he didn’t have enough time, not when he was still so behind), the dullness of their assignments (Yuuri could never emphasize with their laid-back attitude, not when he felt so guilty about all the extra expense his skating put on his parents and it was only natural he paid them back by at least doing his best at school) or the pretty girls and boys they were interested in (the idea of being attracted to someone because of their looks without knowing them personally was so confusing to Yuuri, and he didn’t understand why Yuko rolled her eyes when he told her so).

The last topic, in particular, was something he still had trouble with even after he finally moved to Detroit. All the people in his age group-both from his campus and his rink-were so much more confident in their sexuality and free in their affections that Yuuri wondered if his lack of interest in any kind of casual companionship meant there was something wrong with him.

Although Yuuri would never look down on a person because of their looks (he promised himself that he’ll never be like Victor, cold and cruel and stepping over fragile hearts), he wondered if his choice of profession had made him have overly high standards when it came to physical attractiveness. Most of his close acquaintances were athletes with attractive, toned bodies, and although Yuuri himself was plain and boring to be with, he was aware that he had managed to at least keep his body fit and strong thanks to his intensive training.

Thanks to the poster of Victor that still smiled arrogantly on their dorm wall, Phichit had teased him that rather than Yuuri’s standards being high in general, his standards were Victor, and that’s a high hurdle to pass for any of the poor souls that tried to hit on Yuuri (Yuuri didn’t remember that happening ever, and wondered what drugs Phichit was on). Besides, the idea of Victor being his standard of beauty was ridiculous-Yuuri had come to hate the man even more after their brief exchange at Junior Worlds and being reminded of how he would never be acknowledged by the other man unless he managed to kick him off his throne.

Just because sometimes he found his breath hitch during Victor’s routines when his movements complimented the tight lines of his body that had grown strong and masculine while still maintaining his swanlike grace, that didn’t mean anything other than the cold, clinical fact that Victor got lucky enough to both blessed with handsome genes and a puberty that had been kind to him.

And good enough taste in fashion to flaunt those good looks, curse him.

That being said, Yuuri was no longer completely ignorant of what his body’s reactions meant. He had gotten a basic idea of things years ago when he first got access to the internet, and at the age of sixteen he was well aware that he had a normal sex drive for a teenager of his age, despite his complete disinterest in finding a partner to actually do something about it. While he didn’t really have anyone he found attractive enough to fantasize about, the mechanical motions of jerking off were pleasant enough, and a good way to let off steam. He hardly ever thought about anything while he did it, and tried to just get things over with considering the lack of privacy in the dorms.

Very rarely-he could count the instances with the fingers of a single hand-when he had their room to himself, was mentally in a good place and also had a considerably lighter schedule than usual, he had tried to experiment a little bit with his own body and figure out what makes it tick. But even during his awkward attempts at fantasizing he had only managed to think up scenarios with imaginary faceless partners, uncomfortable with the idea of allowing anyone he knew so deep into his private space, even if it was all in his head.

The occasional dreams-always too dim and abstract for his liking-were also similar, though at least they had helped him figure out that he liked gentleness, strength and flexibility in a partner. The idea of dreams reflecting a person’s desires made sense enough, and Yuuri had to admit that he had a preference for the dreams where he was being supported by a pair of strong arms as his mystery lover worshipped his body with a rain of caresses and kisses, treating him like he was something beautiful and precious no matter the ridiculous the overall scenario was.

So saying that a sex dream (Yuuri wondered if it was the right term since no sex took place, a small blessing allowed by his lack of experience) involving Victor Nikiforov after his humiliating defeat at the hands of the very same man was confusing would be a massive understatement.

It made him almost want to completely stop thinking about anything even remotely sexual, a decision that solidified the day when Victor’s face from that stupid dream (unnaturally soft and adoring and yet so passionate) popped up in his mind while he was on his bed in the middle of a jerking-off session.

Yuuri had almost bitten his tongue in surprise when that happened, and he would’ve just stepped into the shower and blasted his crotch with ice-cold water if he had been capable of it. But too far gone and only seconds away from finishing, Yuuri could only close his eyes in embarrassment and anger when he couldn’t will his weak legs to move.

Phantom Victor, just as cruel as his real life counterpart, took advantage of this, and Yuuri could almost imagine him leaning over him as he whispered encouragements into Yuuri’s ear, could pretend that the hand working his dick wasn’t his own but another’s, could delude himself that warm weight on his back belonged to a strong, wide chest and not the thick woolen blanket that was too hot for Yuuri by this point.

Yuuri was so, so confused and his lust-riddled mind felt like it was clouded by a thick layer of fog, so he just kept moving his right hand frantically, desperate to escape this baffling torture as soon as possible. The last thing his traitorous mind dreamt up before he broke was Victor biting into his shoulder (even though it was just Yuuri’s other hand digging into his own skin) and telling him that he could come, and Yuuri should’ve been indignant because he didn’t need anyone’s permission to come and definitely not Victor’s, but his body and mind must have been conspiring against him together because that only drove Yuuri into the most powerful orgasm he could remember having, making him bury his face into the pillows to muffle the unbidden scream that left his throat. He collapsed onto his bed like a doll with its strings cut, the strategically placed towel below him wet and sticky with the proof of his madness.

Yuuri suddenly had the feeling he had opened the door to something should’ve remained shut for the sake of his sanity, and he was proved correct over the course of the next few months, much to his chagrin.

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Genderfluid Masterlist

Yuri

Lost In The Sound of Separation - Following the Grand Prix Final in Barcelona, Yuri Plisetsky disappears. Only Otabek seems to be concerned about him, while his friends and family seem to care little about where he may have gone.Two years later, Otabek has moved from his home rink to one in a small college town in Québec, Canada, and a late-night stop at a nearby convenience store proves to be the small rocks that start an avalanche.Everything was about to change.

Too Many Yu(u)ris - "I was thinking... I should change my name again.""Yuri, we've been over this," Otabek said. He tried as hard as he could to not sound annoyed. He wasn't, really, but it was late. "Just because Yuri is usually a boy's name, it doesn't make you any less genderfluid."

The Coffee Shop AU nobody asked for - The blond haired costumer always came back even if he never seemed satisfied with his order.Really, Otabek didn't expect him to come back after the way he reacted to his Latte, but Yuri turned out to be very talented at surprising him.

Heart Break Beat - The door to the bar swings open, and the sharp clatter-clatter-thunk of the break of the balls rises up to meet them. As does a thick cloud of smoke. It swirls around him and Otabek. Pulls them inside and closes the door to the harsh winter night behind them. It clings to him and Otabek, like a drunken ex-lover desperate to rekindle the flame. They’ll both smell of it tomorrow when they inevitably pass out in their clothes in the early morning hours.“Hot tonight?” Otabek asks with a squeeze of his fingers.“Always baby.”

Otabek and Yuri Find a Baby - Otabek and Yuri find a baby. Takes place 3-4 years post-season one.

Dare to Fade - “You know how it is,” Yura said, “when you’re uninspired. That’s why you can’t feel anything, react to anything. Without inspiration in your life, you’re left with a hollow shell, a body without a soul, a thoughtless mind just going through the motions. Essentially, you’re dead.”Yuuri gulped. He’s right, he thought. All this time, I didn’t have the proper words for this emptiness, what I thought I had in me was merely an echo of my former self. One with a dream I longed to fulfill, abandoned. It’s no good, I can’t do it anymore.

Finding Your Agape - Yuri Plisetsky is suddenly kicked out of his home because he's genderfluid. He then flies to Russia with Georgi Popovich to see if Yuuri and Viktor will take him in.

Viktor

Fluid - In which Yuuri can't decide if he's in love with the prettiest girl in college, with her short dresses, blue eyes and long silver hair.Or if he's foolishly in love with the popular boy with his skin-tight jeans, his blue eyes and his always made up hair. Viktor is struggling a lot, and is always trying to make it through the rain; also, trying to figure out how he should keep his hair, if long or short.

fool for you. - Yuuri laughs quietly. “Who let you get so spoiled?”Viktor looks up at him from under his lashes. “Probably my husband.”

Give Away My Secrets - "Tell me something you've never told anyone."A light hearted game reveals some truths that both Victor and Yuuri have never shared with anyone besides each other. It just proves that cuddling can heal a lot, and it's easier to wipe tears away when wrapped in the warm arms of a lover.

Weightless - The one thing he knew for sure was that the brief first impression he had of the older student as an elegant and professional skater was quickly melting into the impression that he was actually an endearingly enthusiastic dork.

Наш сын - 3 short chapters on trans Yuri Plisetsky

Fragile Hearts - AU where Yuuri Katsuki is a Japanese college student going to school in America. He studies to become a vet while working at Ice Pets Adoption, which is owned by his friends the Nishigori family. He keeps his life fairly simple, but one day a mysteriously beautiful Russian waltzes into Yuuri's life and suddenly he experiences something he never has before: attraction.

Yuuri

Haute - Yuuri is a hot dancer and a dedicated fasionista. He doesn't care what the haters have to say on the matter, he knows it and his subscribers know it. Shockingly, Victor Nikiforov seems to think so as well. And when Victor's attention is focused on Yuuri, life begins to take an interesting twist.Has Victor always been so extra?

Unexpected, Uninvited, and Unwelcome - Aka, the fic in which Victor's family comes to stay with our favorite skating couple.Aka, the fic in where we learn why Victor really neglected his life and love for over twenty years.

Androgyne - Yuri realizing and understanding what it means to be genderfluid.

SugarDaddyForMe - "Katsuki Yuuri’s decision to sign up for a sugar daddy/sugar baby dating website wasn’t necessarily his idea - well, at least not wholly his idea. He may or may not have been inspired, then encouraged by his best friend, and roommate, Phichit to take the final step. Yuuri would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous about what he would encounter on said dating website, he hasn’t even had a proper boyfriend in the 23 years he’s been alive. But he was a college student dealing with massive student loans, a crappy part time job at a coffee shop, and ice skating practice, which was not an easy feat.”

Morning Orchestra - Victor is the most talented violinist that's ever come through the school, and Yuuri's looked up to him ever since he first heard him play. He didn't think that he would ever so much as talk to him, even though they're in the same orchestra at school. However, one day their conductor, Ms. Baranovskaya, decides to have them be split into smaller groups, and Victor just so happens to be in Yuuri's group.

how a professional dancer properly makes an egg sandwich - The video went viral. Literally, astonishingly, actually went viral. People started stopping him in public and asking him if he was the dancer from the egg sandwich video. To Yuuri’s absolute embarrassment, more than a few of these people shared lectures with him.Of course, about a month after the video had its fifteen minutes of fame, Yuuri is trying to walk as fast as he can to the chemistry lab without dropping the binders and papers in his arms when he crashes into Viktor Nikiforov. Viktor Nikiforov, most attractive person Yuuri has ever seen and internet personality that Yuuri keeps embarrassingly close tabs on, whose immediate reaction after Yuuri gracelessly stutters through multiple apologies is to smile blindingly and say, “Oh, you’re the boy from the video!”

Minami

Shiawase - To be happy is something that everyone strives for, whether they think about it or not.In that search, Minami had his eyes set on an ice rink where he would be able to skate with his idol again. He was determined and driven with energy bubbling underneath his skin and fire lighting up his eyes. What he hadn't expected was to get caught off-guard by his idol's best friend. He hadn't expected that laugh to be as contagious as it is.Phichit is aiming for gold just as much anyone else, giving everything he's got in every skate he performs because he loves it. He loves what he's doing and he loves his best friend. That's enough for now, but Minami catches him just as much with a sunshine bright smile and before he knows it, being near each other is just natural.

Otabek

Yuri on Ice: A Group Chat - Phichit has the great idea of creating a group chat for the skaters! Y'know, to stay in contact. Not to spam memes or anything...

#yoi #genderfluid #genderfluid!au #genderfluid character #genderfluid masterlist

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First Love pt. 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 prev Part 5

Word count: 3643 Warnings: smut, I hate myself oh god A/n: okay I was going to post this awhile ago but I had like 6 versions of this and finally came up with this and my computer would crash a lot. I hope you like this part and I’ll hopefully have part 5 before the concert next week! Also I’m working on a new fic and will probably upload a preview soon~

“Are you scared that you’ve possibly fallen in love with me y/n?”

Oh how you wished you weren’t a complex asshole. You did feel the same as he did, but you were being the biggest wimp. Your concept of love was nothing but an illusion. Many told you to suck it up and get over it though really if they were to be in your shoes, they’d understand why you’re so hesitant.

“Joon what are you-” “You know exactly what I’m talking about y/n.” He cut you off. “Joon can we please not talk about this. Just go to sleep.” The last thing you wanted to do was get into an argument with him but knowing Namjoon, he wasn’t going to leave you alone until you answered him. “Y/n when will we talk about it then huh?” He scoffed, “you said to give you time and I’ve given you nothing but plenty of time so why the hell are you doing this again?” Letting go of the door knob you turned to face him, “Namjoon what do you mean do this again? I just need time I don’t understand why you’re so worked up about it?” “Seriously? When I try to talk to you now, it’s like I’m not there and you walk away. It’s been weeks now and you still need time?”

The frustration running in your head made you want to bash your head into a wall. Of all people he had to confess it just had to be you. Why? Yes you needed time because six years of not dating did you no good and your boy skills weren’t the greatest. Having an upset Namjoon wasn’t fun at all, he likes to keep things bottled up and he doesn’t realize the effect he has on others. When he’s upset, it trickles down to everyone else around him. Like the day Yoongi yelled at you- which he still hasn’t apologized for since you’ve been salty towards him and he’s been avoiding you. Point is, Namjoon was a very complex person just like you. Yuri would tell you all the time how you guys were basically made for one another but you brushed it off feeling embarrassed. She was right though, both of you were equally as stubborn but the second one of you broke it was like all hell broke loose.

“God can we please not argue about this? It’s almost 10:30 and I just want to get some rest.” “Seriously? That’s all you have to say? I want to rest too but no I dragged my ass here getting tired of this avoiding thing going on.” Sighing in frustration you spoke up, “Look, if you came here to just bicker at me then please I suggest you leave. Why can’t you just leave it as it is Joon?” It wasn’t you intention so come off as rude but it was too late as he raised his voice at you for the first time. “Because y/n you don’t just fucking ask someone to kiss you and then walk away from them because you’re conflicted between your feelings! God don’t you get it? For weeks I’ve done nothing but ask myself if I had done anything wrong to make you feel uncomfortable and it’s done nothing but eat me alive. I can’t sleep I can’t eat I can’t do anything because all I think about what I did to make you walk away from me!” Oh, you thought. The room fell silent as you looked at how upset he really was. It was evident in his face how distressed he really was noticing the bags under his eyes and his aura screaming nothing but desolation.

“I-I… I don’t know.” It was all you can say to him. Suddenly you just didn’t want to be here, possibly from the overwhelming truth hitting you ten fold. The tears going down his face told you how sincere he was being with his feelings, he wasn’t lying to you. That’s probably what scared you the most, for once someone actually wanted to be a part of your life for it was the most foreign feeling and the thought of giving yourself to someone became harder as the years passed. It was when you found out about your own feelings the reason you started to become distant. You didn’t even notice him walking towards you until he was less than a foot away from you avoid his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed trying to calm himself down, “ I didn’t mean to yell at you. I just-” “It’s okay. I’m not mad, I don’t blame you either.” Your voice was soft he had forgotten how shy of a person you really were especially when being put on the spot. That’s what he loved the most about you, although being obnoxious and child like around the boys you were a very shy and quiet girl working her dream job stealing the heart of an idol, it made him melt inside.

“I should be sorry, I’m the one who hurt you.” Gallons of regret drenching you as everything you’ve wanted was right in front of you, hurting him was like a slap to the face realizing how fucked up you could be.

Namjoon finally broke the silence, “Can I ask you something?” You simply nodded looking down at the floor. “How do you really feel? About me or any of this?”

“I feel scared,” you didn’t hesitate as you looked up at him, “ do you know what it’s like to be physically used? You’d think that it wouldn’t hurt but it does, especially knowing that it was the first time you’ve given yourself to someone. I’m not the same y/n I was six years ago but the fear of being with someone still lingers inside of me.”

He didn’t interrupt you, you were opening yourself up and you knew that, It was and always will be the fear of not being wanted because of your past. That’s partially why you suddenly started to become distant with Namjoon, he was persistent but it was a good quality he had. He wasn’t the type to give up so easily and normally you would hate people like him but he became an acception. You don’t even remember when you started to feel the silly butterflies in your stomach when he smiled or the electrical spark igniting when he’d touch you but god you realized how much you did care the second he kissed you. It was every nerve in your body telling you that it was okay but your mind playing games with you holding you back.

“You know you can trust me.” His tone now calmed down after yelling at you not moving from his spot letting you process your thoughts. “I know Joon, and I thank you so much for never leaving. It’s just a big step for me to go further into something that could work.” “Wait what?” Were you giving him the chance or what? Should he be happy or ready for a rejection? You let out a slight chuckle noticing his reaction. “You want to know how I feel? I feel happy yet upset, I feel scared but confident, I know I can move on but I’m still afraid to. My feelings towards you,” you took a deep breath, “ my feelings for you were foreign. It was never my intention to hurt you nor will it ever be Joon and you had every reason to be upset with me. If I’m being honest, the pain I’ve held onto started to evaporate into nothing since the whole incident. You stayed when I was at my worst, surprisingly you didn’t give up on me. I feel okay.”

It was the first time in a long time you felt content with yourself, no more running, no more fear, you were willing to face the truth and admit it.

“I feel okay knowing that whatever happens, it’ll be for a reason. I told you not to fall in love with me and you did it anyways, for some reason I’m okay with that. I’m angry at myself for hurting someone like you, for ignoring you instead of talking, for not being there for you when you were there for me, I’m angry at myself for pushing you away because I’m a coward.”

“So what do you want then?” He was getting nervous since you didn’t fully answer his question. “I want to forget everything,” he frowned but you continued, “ the pain, the fear, everything. I want to know what it means to be loved, the feeling I’ve wanted was bare and raw love. I want you, Kim Namjoon to show me and continue to do so because,” you held back the lump in your throat, “ I know I can say those three words again and mean it.”

He cradled your face swiping the tears away, automatically you gave into his touch and he leaned in gently pressing his lips onto yours. They were soft like he remembered, you smelled like roses and lavender filling his nose intoxicating him, your skin was as smooth as a peach you were the most delicate being he’s ever seen. His lips were plump and soft like you remembered, he didn’t rush into it but was taking his time. Deepening the kiss you rest your hands on his firm chest as he wrapped his arm around your waist, he smelled like a nice spring day mixed with pine making you want more. His scent and touch was already driving you insane feeling the fireworks go off one by one inside for he felt the same way.

Finally he pulled away pressing his forehead on yours looking at you. The color on your cheeks started to turn a few shades red the longer he stared at you so you buried your face into his chest. “Yah I forget how shy of a person you were.” You groaned in response while he laughed at your actions. “You keep staring at me~” “Well I can’t not look at you y/n, have you seen yourself? You’re the most beautiful woman I’ll ever lay eyes on.” “Oh god that was really cheesy.” Hitting his chest you laughed. “Hey,” he lifted your chin to look at him, “ you trust me right?” you nodded wondering what he was thinking until he picked up off the ground out of nowhere. “No no no no no no no no Joon what no I hate being picked up! Put me down!” “Whaaa you’re so light you feel like nothing.” “Ha Ha Ha very funny put me down or-” “Or what?” You didn’t even know you were in your room until he placed you on your bed hovering over you. Has he always been this strong or has he been working out? Damn he looked so attractive you forgot how to speak for a moment. “Cat’s caught your tongue?” Your fingers were outlining every part of his face, the beautiful tan skin reminding you of summer with his sharp fierce eyes and bold brows, his pink hair was now a sandy blond shaved down on the sides but longer in the middle. He looked so good it should be illegal, you grabbed his face bringing it to yours kissing him smiling on his lips and he took that as an opportunity to deepen it while nestling between your legs. His hands started to roam every inch of your body feeling your curves drinking up every part of you. “Is this my shirt I left?” He wondered where his Rolling Stones shirt went but seeing you wear it, he didn’t mind it. “You can have it back if you want.” You were going to give it back but it was really comfortable so you made it your sleepwear forgetting to give it back. “No no, keep it you look really sexy in it.” The color on your cheeks went from pink to crimson red in a few seconds you covered your face. If Namjoon was good at anything, it was flirting- he was the biggest flirt you’ll ever know not even Jungkook or Jimin can beat him.

“Shut up you flirt.” He winked at you and kissed you before you could say anything. His hand rest on the side of you head while the other under your shirt rubbing small circles on your stomach giving you shivers down your spine. You let your hands play with his hair slightly tugging it earning a soft groan as he started trailing kisses to your neck.

Your weak spot. Specifically right under your ear.

The room started to get warmer by the second and when he bit you oh so sweet spot a slight moan left your lips. He smiled against your neck and you could feel him smirking to himself but you didn’t even argue when he went back to what he was doing while his hand went up to palm your bare chest surprised you weren’t wearing a bra. It wasn’t your cup of tea because really you had to let the ladies go after being held in a cup all day, being the best part of your day. To him though for starters, you were a foreigner and he only dreamed of what it would be like to date one.

He hasn’t even done much and you were already aroused just by his touch turning into putty, while he took off the big shirt he saw the marks forming smiling to himself knowing he marked what is his. In a short amount you were getting so worked up and felt embarrassed the longer he looked at you but he stopped you from hiding.

“God you’re so beautiful.” Hearing him compliment you had your stomach doing flips and heart running marathons at the same time you couldn’t help but wonder how you haven’t passed out. You tugged his shirt for him to take it off which he did and damn your throat suddenly became drier than California in a drought. He was definitely working out more, his abs seemed more defined and you wondered why he wouldn’t show them but getting to see them up close, you’d rather have him not reveal them. Namjoon was a whole different of attractive, you unconsciously swallowed at his drop dead gorgeous body.

“H-have you been working out with Kookie lately?” Way to go for stuttering y/n. Giving you a smirk you were suddenly being flipped over now straddling him and his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. Bare chests against one another feeling his warmth transferring to your body, your were certain he could feel how fast your heart was going.

“Yeah I have.” How the hell was he able to get you going so quickly? You felt a pool of heat form and you were sure he could slip in without hesitation. All your senses were being heightened, his mouth now on your bud making you arch into him more from the pleasure. You couldn’t even form proper words while slight moans left your lips, you’ve done a few one night stands and you weren’t a very vocal person maybe from it not being good but he hasn’t even done much and you were already a mess. He made sure you were enjoying yourself giving both buds equal attention and your hips started to slightly grind against his and you could feel the growing bulge from below.

“Don’t do that baby or I won’t hold back.” He growled while biting your collarbones. Letting a chuckle you said, “ It’s a little too late to go back now baby boy,” continuing to grind on him. The sudden confidence in your voice threw you off but had Namjoon rock hard already unable to contain himself flipping you over again you yelped but his eyes were blown out full of lust dominating your lips. Teeth clashing and lip biting so he brought his hand down to your lower abdomen playing with the hem of your shorts you started to grow wetter by the second.

He started leaving trails of kisses down your neck to the valley of your breasts to your lower stomach right at the hem of your shorts biting them teasing you while his hands roamed your legs and body leaving trails of fire behind. Slowly, -real slow- he pulled your shorts down and the cold air hitting your wet heat had you sighing in relief while he looked at how much he’s affected you.

“God why would an asshole use someone as beautiful as you…” Forming proper words was the last thing you were able to do, you started to forget what month it was with the kisses he’d leave down your leg getting closer to the area you needed him at. He took his time appreciating every part of you, the softness of your skin picking up what had you squirming under his touch.

“Namjoon please~” you couldn’t take it anymore nor could he, your desperate voice was like music to his ears and he wanted to make you beg but that could wait for another time. Finally he put his mouth where you needed him to and the contact had you arching your back while grabbing onto the sheets letting out a soft cry.

“You taste so sweet I could do this all day.” You were weak already, borderline fucked up. He continued to lap your fluids licking and sucking at your nub with the right amount of pressure then slowly using his finger to enter your walls slowly moving them in a come hither motion. You knew he would watch porn but what in the name of hell did he find as he was fucking you with his hands leaving you a moaning mess. The endless profanities escaping your mouth had him groaning into your heart sending vibrations through your body you had to grab his hair slightly tugging it.

“N-nam-joon I’m-” and before you could finish he added another finger. You were passed borderline fucked by now as you rolled your eyes back closing them while you reached your limit clenching your walls around his skilled hands. He rode out your high and removed his fingers licking up your fluids as the sight already brought another wave down to your core, the way you looked laying there post orgasm got him worked up. You could hear him removing the rest of his clothes and as his pants and boxers were gone in one go letting his member sprang free and he was bigger than you thought- the members weren’t very good at keeping a clean mouth but you didn’t blame them. While hovered over you taking your lips and you could taste yourself on as he brought your body closer to his you could feel his tip rubbing against your core and you were more than ready by now.

He started to grind against you letting out a hiss from the feeling, you were both in need of more and he placed a soft kiss on your lips resting his head on your neck. “Are you ready?” You nodded wrapping your arms around his neck biting his earlobe. “Y-yes fuck.” Slowly he entered your tight walls as both of you sighed in relief, until he was fully inside of you now. He stayed in place letting you adjust kissing you everywhere making sure you weren’t in pain. “Are you okay baby?” He swiped a few hairs out of your face and you gave him a smile assuring him you were okay. Slowly he pulled back to the tip then went back in, keeping a slow pace feeling every part of you marking your neck letting a mix of your name and profanities leave his mouth. Trying to speak became a struggle it was like being in kindergarten all over, “f-faster,” You managed to choke out which he complied now picking up the pace. The sound of skin slapping, moans and groans filled the room and your nails were going down his back leaving marks or red lines while he continued to leave marks on your neck slipping out I love you’s and you’re beautiful like a mantra. You started you attack his neck marking him up then biting a certain area slightly behind his earlobe when he groaned into your lips picking up the pace even more muffling you moans.

“J-joon I’m close.” Finding your sweet spot he continued to thrust while hitting that spot over and over again there were white stars everywhere.

“Fuck I love you so much.” This is what love was supposed to feel like and having him be the one, you felt happy for once and took his took his lips between your teeth reaching your climax within seconds. While riding through your high his thrusts started to stutter and he hid his face in you neck finally coming undone with three to four more thrusts releasing his seed inside of you. Both of you stayed in place catching your breath as he left a trail of kisses up your neck then taking your lips into his molding perfectly into each other. He pulled out and fell right next to you pulling you closer while uncovering the sheets to cover your bare body.

“Are you okay?” He said while you cuddled up closer to him. “Never been better. Thank you… for everything.” Your eyelids felt heavy and next thing you knew you fell asleep. Your dream wasn’t black and empty anymore, there was light and a field of flowers. Namjoon was standing there in front of you and you couldn’t help but smile. All the worries you’ve had suddenly disappeared. You fell asleep tangled in each other's arms it felt like home, he was your new home. What lies ahead is something you weren’t prepared for.

{ To be continued~}

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i-can-see-the-stars · 7 years

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Would you be my partner?

Well here I am, making this for the first time. Oh boi...

First of all, a few things you need to know.

1) My english sucks.

2) I don’t know anything about dancing.

3) My writing sucks.

4) I don’t know how to title things.

So this maybe is as shitty as I think I am, but #YOLO @doodle-booty’s Hip Hop AU is everything and I really wanted to write something for it. So this is all I got.

Sorry.

I hope you really enjoy it!

At his 22 years of life, Viktor Nikiforov didn't have a lot of regrets. Quite the opposite, he was living his dream being part of a great and famous studio of dancing and one of the most amaizings dancers of his age. Hip hop was his live since he was just little and the way he move always atracced people. True, some people would say his style was a little feminine (some would say a lot) but it was they way he found more confortable to dance since he was a little skinny boy. Even now, being taller and a little bit more broader, his style didn't change a lot being the feminine moves a very strong trait during his routines.

Everyone in the industry were starting to know the name of Viktor Nikiforov and a lot of attention was drawn not only to him but to the studio as well. That was the reason why Yakov pulled him apart after the End of Year exhibition the studio always held. A gala was coming soon and it was a good oportiounity for him to show up, show the hole world the great dancer he was. But he needed a partner, that's what Yakov told him; a partner and a routine. The last one wasn't so big of a problem, he already had a couple he's been working on with, but a partner? He never needed one in the past nor he thought he would ever need. But Yakov's words were clear "A partner, Vitya. You need one, look for someone good".

Yeah, but who?

That's what it brought him to the little party the studio offer after the exhibition, he used to come to this parties a lot when he was younger but stopped a couple years ago, after starting to dance alone for most of the exhibitions. The room they were using was filled with a lot of teenagers and some people of his age, ones with familiars faces others who he couldn't recognise. But he soon spotted the woman he was looking for, in one corner near the entrance just by the table with the foods and drinks, dressed with a formality she only have those nights when she was not dancing but presenting.

- Minako -

The japanese woman turn her head towards him, a red cup in her hand and flashing a big knowing smile.

- By that look, I asume Yakov already talk to you -

She shrug nonclanty, taking a sip of her drink (which he was certain didn't have coke).

- He may have come to me a couple days ago with a new or two. He was pretty excited -

He sighed, offering a tiny smiles when the woman offered him a cup and he gladly took it. Viktor drank a little (beer, he knew it) and placed himself besides her, looking at the rest of the room. Fortunately not many people noticed him there, mostly keeping their eyes on the center of the room where a few of them were dancing. A boy with blonde hair and lock of red in the front was in the middle of what he belive where the beginners class, they boy didn't just outstand just for his hair but also for the energy he had when dancing. Even if his movement weren't perfect, the smile he had show how much joy and fun he was having. It make Viktor smile, that boy was certanly something.

- So... See something you like yet? -

The voice of his ex-teacher brought him with her again, tearing his sight from the boy who just ended his dance Viktor shake his head, drinking a little more of beer.

- Not yet, a little recommendation? -

The older woman give him a side glance, a smile forming behind her cup. A little scream attracted everyone attention again to the center, it seemed like a little fight between a couple of boys or more like one trying to be drag to the center of the room by two older boys.

- LET GO YOU FUCKING IDIOTS!! I SWEAR I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!! -

Well, that was quite a mouth for a teenage. The blonde had a deep scowl on his face and looked like he was pretty serious about his threats. Viktor gave the woman besides him a significant glance. Was she not gonna intervene?

- Oh c'mon Yura! -

- Are you afraid you're gonna lose? -

- DON'T CALL ME LIKE THAT, YOU DRUNK PIGGY! AND IT'S FUCKING ON CHULANONT! -

People started to cheer for them, backing up to give them more space some even take sit on the floor, smiley and excited faces going all along the younger ones. The three of them stood facing each other, he recognise the blonde one as Yuri Plisetsky, one of the new Yakov's protege, but he didn't know who the other boys were. The dark skinned boy with a red cap handed his cellphone to one of the teenages who were sitting there, telling him something to wich he nodded.

- Leo! Do your magic! -

The last one of the three, a cheerful boy with glasses called out to the DJ who thumb up with a smile, already changing the music. The undeniable voice of Bruno Mars filled the room, making everyone excited.

- Hands down, boys. This is my jam -

Phichit, as he would later found out his name, took the place in the middle flashing a bright smile, starting to clap and easly getting everyone to go with him. When he started to dance people around him were already in tune with the way he moved, Phichit movements followed the music and the lyrics of the song effortless. Viktor had to admit the boy was a really good performancer, even if his movements were pretty simples they drown the public to enjoy the rutine. One could see it in the way people cheered for him after he finished, bowing to everyone and even winking to the cameras.

Glasses boy was clapping with enthusiams, when Yuri on the other hand looked pretty unimpressived. The music changed again and a rapid beat cut everyone cheers, making the young blonde smile. He started to walk to the center while the other boy retrocede letting him the space.

- You two are fucking down -

At that moment Viktor undertood why Yakov had take the young Russian under his wing, there were no dening the boy had talent. Yuri moved like he owned the place and eveyone there, a little bit agresive maybe but a with confident that pour from every pore of his body. Quite the opposite to Phichit's relax and funny moves, Yuri's were fast and intense with a great force for someone that small. Viktor remembered what Yakov told him about the boy once, he was from humble family and learned to dance in the streets. He could tell for some of his moves, they weren't clean but he knew that with more practice Yuri would become a great dancer. After he last jump all the cheers were for the little Russian and Viktor himself was smiling too, the blonde was too pleased with himself.

- Take that, losers! -

Everyone could tell Yuri had beat Phichit with that routine, there was not denying on that, but the other boy didn't seem too down for that fact, he was still smiling and that just grow wider when he turn to see the last one of the three. Glasses boy was clapping again and start to approche the blonde with a smile.

- Yura! That was awesome! -

- I told you not to call me so friendly, you drunk man! -

The brunette simply laughed a little bit, seemed unaffected for the glaring the teen was giving him.

- Now could you hold this for me? Thank you. Leo you know wich I want! -

The music started to play while he was shoving the angry teen with his glasses to the side, it was not a song Viktor knew but apparently some of the people there already knew it. The blonde boy with the red dye hair was cheering the most with hearts in his eyes, while Phichit already had his phone back ready to record everything. The brunette started to slowly move to the center again, a smile different from the cheerful one he had seconds ago, he turn and Viktor was surprise when he locked eyes with him. His breath hitched a little bit, was he biting his lip?

Then he started to dance.

And Viktor lost it.

He undertood why the blonde teen hed cheered so much, Glasses boy was good. Really good. The way he moved maked it seem easy and at the same time you couldn't tear your eyes from him. His movements were so smooth and inviting that Viktor felt the need to go and join him. In fact, he didn't realise he was getting closer to him until he was right in front with the rest of the crowd. Being closer let him have a better view of the boy, he had a cute face definitely younger than him, with a little pink blush covering his face but he didn't seem tired at all. Viktor gulped, feeling his own cheeks flustered and covered it behind his hand. He wasn't even that explicit but the way he was moving was making him daze.

But all too soon for Viktor's liking the dance ended and Glasses boy was smiling at him. Cheers and shouts surrounded him but he didn't mind them at all, for him all that mattered was the smiley boy in front of him who danced like whe mas making music with his body. And boy, he really wanted to keep seeing him do that. Glasses boy was tackled by the dark skinned dancer in a hug and soon his cellphone was up, taking as many selfies he could get. Viktor blinked trying to get out of the daze he was and didn't boubt when he started approching the two of them. Phichit seemed to recognised him when he steped out of the crow, looking surprised to see him but all his attention was in the other boy, who blinked at him with confusion making him all too adorable.

- Would you be my partner? -

He blout out without thinking, extending a hand to him and making one of his trading smiles. Silence fall into all the room and the cute boy just blinked, looking more confused than before. Yeah, maybe he should have started with a better presentation. But before he could start all over and explain himself the boy flashed him a smile that make Viktor go weak on his knees, and his heart started pouding faster.

- Yeah, sure -

Needless to say that after Yuuri recovered his glasses from Yuri, all the dizziness he had beacuse of the few beers Phichit made him drink left when he realised he had just accepted to be the partner of no other than Viktor Nikiforov, his long time idol (and crush).

Phichit recored all that.

Yeah, and that’s all.

If you’re interested, this are the routines I have in mind when writing this (you guys realise i can’t write dance battles too, right?)

Minani - Phichit - Yura - Yuuri

Like I say before my english sucks, so if you see any mistake please please tell me, I would really apreciate it!

#doodle-booty #yeah i was that anon #hope you like it #yuuri katsuki #viktor nikiforov #phichit chulanont #yuri plisetsky #kenjirou minami #yuri on ice #yoi #victuuri #this sucks i know #god why did i write this?#i'm sorry really #i really hope you like it

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dahcyst · 7 years

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A Flower for the Bee [Chapter 3]

[AO3 link : http://archiveofourown.org/works/9238850/chapters/20976065]

He didn't have to talk to Victor and explain his behaviour from the day before. The man was sitting amongst the bleachers with J.J., far enough so no one would be able to ear them talk. Both them didn't have a joyful conversation, it was clear. J.J.'s features were almost dark at that moment, though he tried to smile as often as possible, probably in order to look like himself. But it wasn't J.J., yuri could swear. J.J. was unearable, talkative, saying silly things all the time, making fun of him -and he didn't even try, not even once, when they met earlier. Or if he did, it was just so lame that Yuri didn't even notice it.

"YURI! FOCUS FOR GOD'S SAKE !"

"Yeah, yeah," the blond boy mumbled.

A soft yet audible cheer came from the bleachers and Yuri barely waved at Victor for that. He knew that the man woudln't reproach him anything, wouldn't say anything as long as it wasn't on the ice.

"More flexible! Hey, what's that move, Yuri?"

Yuri winced while arching his back as much as possible after the next jump. His knees were killing him every time he was working on them, jumping, taking speed, lowing down on his legs.

The sudden and brutal feeling of ice against his skin hurt, shaking him with violence and pain. Screams quickly surrounded Yuri, and the sound of skates moving around him barely reached his ears as he was trying to get up on his own skates.

"Hey Yuri! Are you ok?" Mila's voice finally came out and he could feel two hands on his shoulders. But the touch wasn't the same as before, strong but not as much as before. She wasn't stronger than him anymore. She wasn't taller, he noticed when she pulled on his hand to lift him at her level.

His arm and side hurt, but mainly because of the shock and the cold contact with the ice. He nodded when she asked again about how he was doing. On the edge of the rink, Yakov was silent, staring at them. Yuri glanced at Victor and J.J., who where looking back at him.

"That's red, " Mila said while twisting Yuri's arm in every sense possible. "Wanna go to the nurse?"

"It's ok, I told you." He let go of her hands, trying not to be too rude at her. "I fell that's all, right? It still happens to the best of us."

She frowned a little. "Oh you, little brat--" But Yakov voice suddenly resonated, calling for the boy. When he reached the man, he knew somehow that it wasn't for some care.

"Bench," Yakov sighed. "Take a break."

"But coach--"

"We might have taken all this a bit too far for you lately."

Yakov voice was so low that Yuri had to give an attentive ear to get it, and he felt his blood freeze in his veins.

"What?"

"Break," the man repeated.

For a few seconds, they stared at each other, then Yuri lowed his eyes down to his own feet. Slowly, he left the ice, and the blade of his skaters on the plain floor was suddenly the worst feeling he'd ever had under his feet. He almost let his body fall on the bench were his towel and phone were waiting for him, and immediatly opened the screen. The amount of notification, again, put him on the nerves again, if not a lot more than what it was already. It was the same than before. Birthday stuff. This time, he didn't even took the time to dismiss the unwanted notifications, going through al of them to reach what he needed. The name was written big again, and with his heart beating fast from his pain and need to read, he pressed his thumb on the conversation.

Ota-bee : "I wish you can tell me soon irl"

Yuri stared for a moment at his screen, unsure about wht he was reading at all, read again his own "fuck you" sent to Otabek and there he stare again at the weird sentence. Well. What did he mean? That he wanted Yuri to actually tell him to fuck off? Wait, irl, like In Real Life, but still? Did it mean that he wanted to see him again? Like, for real? Or did he just mean that he wanted to be fuck--

When his train of thoughts started to digress, Yuri felt his face turning hot and red, and he immediatly ran a han all over his face. His cold fingers should be enough to make him think about something else and cool his mind, but there was no way to make it better at that very moment.

Or maybe yes, there was a way. Mila and Yakov were watching him, he finally noticed, and his hot mood suddenly went back to the normal. He mumbled nonsense to himself, sighed and felt a bit lost before answering to Otabek.

Yura : "really"

The Kazakh didn't waste time before writing back, and Yuri wondered what time it could be for him to be so fast on his phone.

Ota-bee : "what"

Ota-bee : "it's been a while"

Yuri couldn't stop staring at the screen. He could feel his heart flustering in his chest, didn't really wanted to know why but Oabek words appearing on the screen one after one were something. Oh, it was here again. That soft and warm feeling spreading in his body and mind. Was he smiling? Probably, so as soon as the thought hit him, he put a hand on the lower part of his face to hide.

Otabek didn't stop at that, didn't wait for an answer from him.

Ota-bee : "three months is a bit too long i guess"

Yuri felt his heart make a huge loop in his chest again and, not pretty sure about how to react at it, he looked on his right, on his left, up the bleachers, then on the rink where Mila was skating with an amazing energy.

He didn't know what to answer. Three months, he had to agree with Otabek, were too much. But, for what? Too long since the day they met? Chatting through social network for three months was too much, maybe?

When Mila's gaze came to him, Yuri lowered his eyes to his phone again and he rubbed his cheek with his free hand. Shit. He could feel the soft burn of his skin there, it might be red or something. But she didn't say anything and actually he wouldn't mind at all. Otabek had written again.

Ota-bee : "Hey flower"

Yura : "?"

Ota-bee : "I miss you dumbass"

Fuck. Yuri's mind was racing, coming to nothing at all in the end. The sound of skates on the ice didn't reach his ears anymore. Yakov voice wasn't so annoying and felt like miles away from him. There were Victor's and J.J.'s voices above his head and he turned a little to look at them. They sightsaw his move, because they instantly stopped talking to met his gaze. J.J. was still smiling, and even if it wasn't as bright as the true and stupid J.J. he knew, it was still better than earlier.

He couldn't answer Otabek, but an idea had somehow blossomed in a corner of his head and Yuri stood up. A few steps after, he was almost at their level and glanced up at the two men.

"Hey," he started.

"Hi, Yuri!" Victor greeted him with his abusively stupid face and smile. "Happy birthday! You're a big boy, now!"

"What the..." But Yuri stopped himself pretty quickly before bringing both them in a new quarrel they didn't even need. He knew it, he knew that he shouldn't have flared up so easily –but it was his feature. Instead, he bite his low lip, mumbling. "T-thanks..."

J.J. raised his eyebrows, eyes suddenly bright. "Oh my, you're right, I didn't say it this morning I think! Happy birthday boy!"

"Uh, thanks...Say, Victor?"

Yuri got a curious look from the man. Slightly leaning toward him to ear what Yuri had to ask, Victor was slowly tangling and untangling his fingers without thinking so much about it. "Yeah?"

Yuri gave a quick look at J.J. and the man immediatly guessed what it would be about; he hold on a smile and shrugged gently.

"What about the Spring gala?" Yuri asked with no more tact. After all, J.J. had brought the subject already, and if anything had been hidden it wasn't his faut nor Yuri's. He needed to know. The Spring gala was pretty important and three months ater winning this gold medal, he needed to show what he was able to do now.

"Oh."

Victor turned to J.J. raising an eyebrow at him. "You told him, right?" At the simple nod, Victor sighed softly. His hands stopped moving with no reason and he rubbed them on his trousers. His shoulders had tensed up a little and he was frowning a little, focusing on a point before him. But not on Yuri.

"How to say?" He murmured. "Not that we wanted to hide anything, right? Wait a second..."

Victor stood up for a few second, hand cupping around his mouth as he screamed. "YAKOV! GONNA TELL YURIO!" And the old man only made a annoyed face, if not red to the ears.

The man turned his attention back to Yuri. "Well, see that grandpa? Don't mention his lack of paternity, okay? He could be my grandfather, really...He's all shy and that stuff, see!"

"Victor..." Yuri sighed, gripping his phone tightly in his hand and for a second he wondered why he tried to ask Victor instead of Yakov. But Victor finally continued, more serious.

"Do you know why you're training with Mila lately?" he asked.

"Duet," Yuri automatically answered.

"So?"

Victor's smile was genuine and simple. Not the dumb one he was having on his face most of the time. Yuri found himself insecure in front of the man.

"I...I know I'm training for skating with someone, probably Mila as a couple duet, for exhibitions, but I don't see--"

"You're training with Mila because she's the strongest person we have at the moment," Victor corrected. "We were actually planning to tell you soon, as the Gala is in twenty days now. Don't look at me like that! I said SOON! Like, uh, today or tomorrow, or after tomorrow, but really, soon!"

"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" Yuri suddenly spit out. "Say it!"

"Okay okay! You're gonna be paired on the Symphony N°9 with your duet for the Spring Gala and be the main attraction, it was meant to be a surprise as you're turning sixteen this month!"

Yuri was speechless at that. They dared. They dared plan something like that and put him aside like a kid, not even checking if he even wanted to--

His phone suddenly felt heavier in his hand as something hit his mind. Victor was already standing before his bench and screaming at Yakov again. "YAAAAKOV YOU WERE RIGHT HE'S JUST SOOO MAAAAD!"

"Victor, what do you mean...Wait a second, stop yelling like a fucking dog!"

Victor obeyed pretty nicely. His ice blue eyes looked down on Yuri as he was still standing in front of him, and a smirk stretched his lips. During a second, Yuri felt like he was facing the old Victor he'd always known, the one he was before the first time he met Yuuri Katsuki. Before that dancing night.

"What I mean? I think you already know what's the meaning of all this, Yurio." Victor said quietly. "J.J., I have to leave both you, I have to do some things. See you right after for lunch?"

J.J. nodded with a funny smile. And moved a little his legs for Victor to pass and leave. Yuri wasn't talking, nor trying to stop the man, only staring t his back, then his body when he was going down the stairs and joining Yakov beside the rink.

With a quick glance at J.J. who remained silent –and somehow it felt scary as the man was litterally staring at him, Yuri went back to his message box, checking Otabek's conversation, and instantly blushed when he read again the last sentence sent by the Kazakh.

"J.J.," Yuri half whispered, half moaned, and he knew he had caught his attention right away. "How did you know, for this morning?"

"Whaaaat? Didn't like me saving your cute ass?" J.J. laughed genuinely and all yuri could do was pouting at the man. J.J.'s fingers were twiddling with a small thin gold ring around his finger. Around his left ring finger to be exact. "Oooh right, right, I know you didn't recognize me at first, ok? I've felt sorry for not being him, you looked pretty sad to see the amazing King of the Ice instead of the Prince, boy."

Yuri was red. Definitively. From his neck to his ears, he was red and hot, it felt like his skin was burning in hell and J.J. was just fighting a huge laughter at his lost facial expression. Oh dear god. What was that?

"W-what do you mean?" Yuri deeply growled.

"Ah, your death gaze isn't very convicing today," J.J. ribbed.

"Shut up! Why can't you simply answer instead of silly talking all the time?"

"Are you hot? You're amazingly red! That's just freacking cute!"

"Stop that!"

"What's with your phone by the way?" J.J. continued. "You're blushing whenever you look at it."

Yuri felt his face go even hotter at these words and he couldn't help hidding himself behind his palm, looking again at the screen.

Ota-bee : "sorry sorry srory taht sounded so gay im sorry"

Ota-bee : "that*"

Ota-bee : "sorry*"

Ota-bee : "shit"

"Uh, errr, nothing, it's ok," Yuri mumbled to J.J. but his attention kept caught by his phone, until a soft sound reach his ears. A camera. He lifted his eyes with a threatening scowl to J.J. and his cellphone's camera pointing toward him. J.J. was already typing on his screen pretty quickly and Yuri didn't waste a second more being motionless.

"H-hey, what are you doing, jerk!?"

"Mmmhhh who knows?" J.J. made a blase face for a second then suddenly burst in laughters at Yuri's finger pointed on him. "Oh my, my, my...Don't be that upset, princess!" "I'm not a fucking princess!"

J.J. shrugged it away, putting his phone in his pocket. "You're right, rather the 'Prince fucker' now I guess? Still cute in a way."

"What the...What are you even talking about!? Oh my god, why can't you answer my question for fuck's sake!?"

"Sorry sorry!" .J. waved at him with his hand, smiling softly but still amused by their conversation. "So, what is it all about?"

Yuri sighed. Having a proper conversation with J.J. was always a pain in the ass and that was probably the first time he was actually trying to have one. "When you helped me, you knew what you were doing, didn't you?"

J.J. stared at him for a moment at that, his gaze intense, and it made Yuri feel a little uneasy. Eventually, J.J. shrugged again. "Well, I guess that everyone know how much of a trouble it is when it comes to you and your fanclub. We all remember your last birthday, right?"

Yuri winced deeply at that. He had to hide for several hours in a clothing store and could only go outside after dressing up like a girl. His grandfather never accepted to throw the dress away after he came back home, probably because he'd never laughed so much in his life. The worst was, with no doubt, the picture of him that was taken secretly and sent on social network through an anonymous account.

"I remember," he growled. "But how did you know where I was?"

"Fate?" J.J. tried.

"Fucker."

"Everyday," and J.J. suddenly sighed. There was a weight on his face that settled pretty quickly and he leaned a little, his forearms resting heavily on his thights. "I've been talking to Otabek a little lately."

The name immediatly soothed Yuri, and J.J. glared at him before letting a little smile lingering on his lips when he noticed how attentive he'd suddenly become. "He was pretty worried about you for today, probably thought that something bad might happen. He wasn't so far from the reality in the end."

Yuri sallowed thickly, mind racing again on the probabilities. "Did he asked you to come here?"

J.J. shook his head a little. "I told him I had to go to Moscow anyway and that I could give a look. So he told me when you would leave home. That's creepy, I know, I've felt like a fucking stalker, Jesus! But him knowing so much about your daily routine sounds even more creepy. How comes he knows that perfectly your everyday planning?"

The reason? Yuri wasn't sure, but there was the perfect answer, the perfect excuse in a corner of his head. Something that left everything weird behind them and so they wouldn't think too much about it.

"We..." But even if it was easy in a way, there was that part, that shy part of him, that hardly said it out loud. "We're friends, that's why..."

#fanfiction #yurionice #otayuri #otabek #altin #yurio #yuri #plisetsky #yaoi #cute

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captain-n8 · 7 years

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All the questions

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

my friend

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

shy

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

im already with them rn

4. Are you easy to get along with?

yes

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

i dont like anyone that is a real person

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

living ones

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

Sakura

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

no, depends on the context actually

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

Mager

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

what do you think

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

Moana soundtrack, Yuri on Ice soundtrack, onward to the edge, the fox, truckers hitch

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

yes

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

why not

15. What good thing happened this summer?

i learned how to sail

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

absolutely

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

never talked to them in the first place

19. Do you like bubble baths?

yes

20. Do you like your neighbors?

21. What are you bad habits?

i stutter, and bite my nails

22. Where would you like to travel?

TRAPPIST-1 System

23. Do you have trust issues?

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

Pokemon GO

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

My face

26. What do you do when you wake up?

fight my alarm clock

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

no, im perfect

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

Mager

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

No, they just stop talking to me after

30. Do you ever want to get married?

someday not anytime soon

31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?

yes

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

deigo luna and Dwayne Johnson

33. Spell your name with your chin.

nbasthwhn

34. Do you play sports? What sports?

QUIDDITCH!!!!!!!!!!

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

Yes

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

all my silences are awkward

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

they would be tall, dark, muscular, and beautiful, And they have to be Dwayne the Rock Johnson

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

Target, and REI

40. What do you want to do after high school?

it is after high school

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

yes

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

im usually am that

43. Do you smile at strangers?

yes

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

SPAAACE

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

Pokemon GO

46. What are you paranoid about?

Spiders

47. Have you ever been high?

48. Have you ever been drunk?

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

i set my floor on fire

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

grey

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

no. im perfect

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

unblemished skin

53. Favourite makeup brand?

The Best one

54. Favourite store?

REI

55. Favourite blog?

Mine

56. Favourite colour?

Blue

57. Favourite food?

Fried rice

58. Last thing you ate?

soup

59. First thing you ate this morning?

eggs

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

yes. for sparring

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

62. Been arrested? For what?

63. Ever been in love?

yes

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2k7sZH7Zq-w

basically that

65. Are you hungry right now?

yes

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

they are the same

67. Facebook or Twitter?

facebook

68. Twitter or Tumblr?

why is this a question

69. Are you watching tv right now?

yes

70. Names of your bestfriends?

Maggie and Erica

71. Craving something? What?

free tuition

72. What colour are your towels?

grey

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

75. Favourite animal?

pokemon

76. What colour is your underwear?

probably grey

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

chocolate

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

zanzibar

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?

black

80. What colour pants?

blue

81. Favourite tv show?

The Flash

82. Favourite movie?

Frozen

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

no idea

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

no idea

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

the bus

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

Crush

87. First person you talked to today?

Erica

88. Last person you talked to today?

no one yet

89. Name a person you hate?

no one really

90. Name a person you love?

Diego Luna

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

92. In a fight with someone?

no but i can start one for fun

93. How many sweatpants do you have?

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

95. Last movie you watched?

Lego Batman

96. Favourite actress?

Emma watson

97. Favourite actor?

diego luna

98. Do you tan a lot?

not on purpose

99. Have any pets?

a pupper

100. How are you feeling?

hungry

101. Do you type fast?

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

yes but oh well

103. Can you spell well?

w-e-l-l

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

yes

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

all parties ive been too

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

probably

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

yes

108. What should you be doing?

Geology

109. Is something irritating you right now?

no but im irritating someone else

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

yes

111. Do you have trust issues?

Not really

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

idk

113. What was your childhood nickname?

“you’re the kid that never talks, say something”

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

yes

115. Do you play the Wii?

116. Are you listening to music right now?

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

yeah

118. Do you like Chinese food?

YES

119. Favourite book?

The alchemist

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

only when im in the woods

121. Are you mean?

depends who you ask

122. Is cheating ever okay?

how else do you win monopoly

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

no thats why my shoes are brown

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

125. Do you believe in true love?

126. Are you currently bored?

no this is fun

127. What makes you happy?

Pokemon GO, Tumblr, free food, Diego Luna

128. Would you change your name?

129. What your zodiac sign?

Virgo and the Rat

130. Do you like subway?

sure

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

they wouldnt be my bestfiend if they didnt like me

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

already answered

133. Favourite lyrics right now?

Youre welcome

134. Can you count to one million?

in theory

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

all my lies are pretty dumb

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

at home open, at school closed

137. How tall are you?

6′0

138. Curly or Straight hair?

straight

139. Brunette or Blonde?

brunette

140. Summer or Winter?

summer

141. Night or Day?

i dont sleep

142. Favourite month?

august

143. Are you a vegetarian?

no but i wouldmt be afraid to try

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

all

145. Tea or Coffee?

coffer

146. Was today a good day?

yea

147. Mars or Snickers?

both is good

148. What’s your favourite quote?

the circle of stupidity is complete

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

yes

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

to much work

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