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[anxietyskates-blog]

yurochxka:

Send 🍾 to have the bottle land pointing at your muse during a game of spin the bottle with my muse {x}

The wide eyed teens watched the bottle spin around and around until it came to a crawl. Yuri had been watching it turn before it stopped. He froze noticing where it had landed. A few girls snickered to themselves; while others encouraged the two. Reminding them that they had agreed to play and had to do it.

He could feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest. Why was he so nervous, sure the other was older than him but he still tripped over his own shoelaces. It wasn’t as though he were intimidating. The blond still his heart before putting on his facade. He turned his nose up at the other before motioning at him.

“Let’s just get it over with,” Yuri dismissed. “Come here, piggy.”

Yuuri wasn’t sure how he had ended up in this situation. He normally wasn’t invited to parties, being both shy and overweight, but someone had offhandedly - maybe not even realizing who they were saying it too - invited him. Yuko had encouraged him to go, and had even walked him to the party, mostly so he wouldn’t run away. Once he had arrived, he’d done his best to blend in with the shadows, sticking too the side before one of the girls - did he smell alcohol? - pulled him over to where they were playing spin the bottle.

And that was how he’d ended up with the bottle stopped at him.

He’d looked side to side as people chuckled, or pretended to puke, and then at the blonde. He recognized him as one of the newer students - he’d helped a few of them tour the school - and he swallowed thickly. “E-Eh?” He didn’t really know what to do, but the other seemed like they were going to go through with it. “Y-You, ah, you don’t have too.” He quickly pushed up his glasses, voice a soft squeak, that had slid down in his shock and sweat; it was rather warm in the room.

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his-tasty-katsudon:

Send “What are you playing?” To catch my muse playing a video game.

Playing video games was a rarity for Yuuri, since he didn’t really time with practice at the ice rink taking up most of his daily schedule. But today was more of a laid back day for him, Viktor said not to worry too much since they put so much effort into practice that a day of rest on occasion wouldn’t be too bad.

Yuuri of course, found himself feeling bored. When he wasn’t skating, he realized he really needed to gain some more hobbies. That’s when he remembered the game system Phichit gave him back when they were roommates in Detroit.

So he decided to sit and play it. Picking the first game in sight, he inserted it and started playing.

Eyes staring wearily at the brightly lit television screen, he found himself getting lost into the game. Addicting, being that he could have sworn he sat there for a decent 20 minutes just playing the game. Yuuri barely noticed his twin draping over him, until his words registered into Yuuri’s mind and he glanced over to see his face.

‘’–Ah, Yuusei!’’ Yuuri exclaimed a bit startled, ‘’I think it’s an RPG…’’ he reached over to grab the case of the game he was currently playing, ‘’–Tales of… Zestiria?’’ he read off the case, then placed it back down. He gave a sheepish laugh, ‘’I was just feeling a little bored, so one thing led to another… and yeah.’’

Yuusei had been at practice till the late hours; he had even missed dinner. Minako had him working to the bone, as their was a recital coming up, that could bring new students, and attention, to her studio. It wasn’t that he wasn’t excited himself - he loved Minako like family - it was just, he was a rather lazy person. So the late practices that he’d been taking part in, was draining him, not physically, but more mentally. He panted as he placed a hand too his chest, looking up at his teacher.

It was half an hour before she let him go.

He sucked in the fresh air, the sweat on his body cooling his skin as he leisurely made his way home. He missed Yuuri, but he was far too tired to be in a rush. He even stopped at a park bench with a bento from the store, before he finally made it home. “Tadaima!” He called out as he toed off his shoes and slipped on the slippers. He kissed his mom on her cheek, letting her know he already ate, before he went in search of his brother.

He draped himself over the back of his brother when he finally found him, tilting his head when his twin gave a response to what he was doing. Yuusei knew much about games, though he mostly played Otome games himself. He watched for a few moments before a mischievous smirk slipped onto his face. “Oh really?” he asked and slowly reached a finger forward. “And what would happen if I hit this button?” He dtarted forward and pressed one of the button on the game.

Though he made sure not to hit the power button.

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blackorgkaito:

◤ Oops! First Interactions : Send me a symbol for our Muses to meet when the following accident occurs… ◢

♔ - one Muse hits the other while opening a door too fast/forcefully

God damn it, he was late. If you’d ever seen that anime cliché of running late, you’d know exactly what he looked like, now—a piece of toast in his mouth and hastily pulling on shoes as he ran out the door. There isn’t a backpack slung over his shoulders to complete the picture, but the image was similar enough.

Feet hit the floor as he glances at his watch—only five minutes left on a route that takes him a little more than ten minutes if he ran, but if he cuts through that building over there, he could possibly …

Jump over a fence, slam the door open – alright, safe, but when he opens the door on the other side…

The door impacts with … something, and oh, yikes, it’s not a wall. The skin tone makes him wonder if it’s Bourbon before he realizes the hair color is off—

“Ah—Sorry!” Man, serves him right. He looks anxiously in the direction of the train station, then at his watch, but offering a hand to the stranger, to pick him up. “Are you alright?”

He looks ready to dash any moment.

Hattori shifted through the papers on his desk. He wasn’t running too late, since he was taking a taxi, but he wasn’t really taking his time either. He made sure he had all the notes he needed - giving a speech to some History students on a recent relic he’d found - before he made his way to the door. He stuck his feet into the shoes by the door and wiggled till they were all the way in before he stepped out of the hotel room he was currently staying in.

It was going to be a good day.

He checked his watch, making sure he was good for time before he started down the stairs and out of the hotel itself. His key card was safely in his jacket pocket, and the papers were secure in his hand. He was going to meet the taxi in the parking lot, near the side exit. There was less traffic and they’d get out at a better time then trying to fight for space at the entrance. Make his way there briskly, he didn’t notice the handle of the door next to him moving; which in turn connect with his side.

The papers in his hand went flying as he fell to a knee, hand reaching for the side where the doorknob and door had hit. He winced at the pain and turned his head to bark at the other; who seemed to be in a rush. “Peachy, Ahou.” He replied, his Kansai accent thick as he spoke, looking at the papers all over the place. Letting out a sigh, and another wince, he moved to pick everything up. Of course now he was bound to be late.

Wonderful.

[relichunterhattoriheiji-blog]

@aceofspadcs

Hattori panted softly, cursing under his breath. He’d only been to his new collage for a week now, and he was already running late. His bag bounced against his side, the hard textbooks most likely going to leave a bruise, but he couldn’t afford to slow down now. He had forgotten to set his alarm, and he was paying the price for it. He’d stayed up late going over his books, on one of the relics he was looking too find.

And had slept in.

He cursed louder as he tried to push himself to run a bit faster. He was pretty in shape - thanks to Kendo - and was rather muscular. Even still, running from one side of campus to the other would take it’s toll on anyone. His breath was coming out in harsh pants as he raced against the inevitable second bell. He’d heard the first, and knew the second wasn’t far behind. Who would of thought on his late day, his early morning period free, would be the day he was late.

He could see the entrance in sight, a side door he’d learned that would lead him directly into the classroom. He could taste his goal on the tip of his tongue and pushed himself harder. In doing so he didn’t notice the other, heading in the opposite direction. Just before his destination, he collided with another human, sending him forward - the other in tow - where he landed on the person he’d run into. He winced a little and rubbed his side, which had gotten an elbow in it.

Just who hadn’t been paying attention?

“Oi, watch where yere goin’, if ya see a guy runnin’ stay clear, ahou.” Hattori spoke, looking down at the man under him, pushing himself up so he wasn’t laying on him anymore.

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||New Arrival||Closed||@Minami||

Yuuri was troubled by how many Avian’s were being caught as of late. It seemed they were coming in left right and center; they were getting over-run. Since the amount of Avian’s was escalating, so was his work load. Not that he mined, the more Avian’s he could interact with, the more data he could get, to bring the two species together. Still, it left him with many late nights as he tried to work on programs that both fit what was required of him, and what would be easy on the Avians.

He was starting to feel the late nights.

Letting out a sigh as he shifted his hold on the clipboard. With any new intake, there was always paperwork; it was Yuuri’s least favorite part. He swiped his card, entering the biosphere area. There were many Avian’s in their biospheres. Their faces ranged from anger, to depressed; to empty. His heart reached out to each and every one of them, his chest tightening as he made his way towards the new arrival.

Arriving at number 503, he quickly swiped his card, and typed in the pass code - a new precaution - and took a deep breath. A smile lit up his face, all tiredness disappearing from him as he stepped into the biosphere. “Hello.” He spoke in a cheerful voice, the door shutting closed behind him as he made his way over to the table that stood at the center of the room. Most of the biospheres were the same, two beds a dresser and a table with three chairs.

This one was no different.

“Hello, my name is Katsuki Yuuri.” Yuuri introduced himself, trying to seem as harmless as possible. “I’ll be your overseer from here on in.” He took a seat at the table, across from the two chairs. “I know this must be very frightening to you.” He continued, placing the clipboard down. “So why don’t we just talk for a little.” He took his pen out of his pocket and jotted a few things down, mostly just notes to himself.

“I’m going to explain a few things to you.” Yuuri always found it best to keep talking, as Avian;s rarely responded when they first met. “You’ll get meals three times a day, at 7am, noon and at 5pm.” Yuuri tapped the pen against the clipboard as he talked. “I’ll be coming to meet you every day around 1pm, and I’ll be here till around 4pm, or depending on our progress.” He paused a little, as this was the less happy part,. “Anytime before or after then, you can be taken for testing, that differs from my own tests.”

Though that was dying down as well, with how many new Avian’s were coming in.

[relichunterhattoriheiji-blog]

whiteliesredeyes:

Kissing Starters! ☠: While in danger

    — ☾ —     The kiss is fleeting, momentary, an instant’s comfort in a day’s danger; Kaito’s lips quirk upwards in a half-smile, but regardless, he pushes Heiji down, a gentle touch brushing past his cheek. “ Stay here, ” he instructs firmly, rolling his weight to the balls of his feet as he glances around furtively. “ I’m the one they’re after, I can lure them away — so stay here, don’t move, I’ll be back within the hour if all goes well. I cannot lose you to them. ” Nobody else. ( Please. )

“Tha’ hell ‘m stayin’ pu’ while ya prance inta danger like yere tha’ only one who can loose someone.” Hattori grabbed Kaito’s sleeve tightly. “An’ wha’ am I supposed ta do if I loose ya huh? Throw a party?” He stared hard at Kaito. “’m no’ lettin’ ya do this alone; because yere noi’ anymore. Any danger we face, we face tagether from now on.” He stood up straigh’, not leetin’ go of his sleeve. “Because ya mean tha world ta me, an’ if they kill ya, they’re gunna have ta kill me too, because I’ll be righ’ there beside ya ready ta rip ou’ their throa’s.”

He was not budging on this.

“If roles were reversed, ya wouldn’ le’ me walk inta danger alone either, so dun even try ta talk yere way outta this one, ‘cuz ‘m more stubborn then ya a re silver-tongued.”  

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arroogant:

     JJ glances up to Yuuri, offering a gentle smile as he nods to the male. It was nice to have comfort. Even when you didn’t ask for it. “Thanks, Yuuri.. but I don’t know.. I’ve always had a tendency to want to impress. JJ Style’s still got a long way to go! So I’ve got to keep it up and impress.” JJ offers a gentle shrug. Pressing his lips together and sighing once more. “I’ve had to go through many coaches and people in order to get where I am.. it’s been hard.”

“I had a very good coach, back in Detroit.” Yuuri murmured as he looked up at the ceiling. “You can tell, by how far Phichit has grown since last year. Even I made it the the finals, even if I hadn’t been that good.” He closed his eyes, the memory still a hard one. “I fell many times, I let my mind get the better of me; I couldn’t shake it off. No matter how good my coach was, I was wrapped up in my mind and my anxieties, I just couldn’t move past my failures, and I ended up placing last.

He shuddered a little.

“I was ready to quit, to give up; and then Viktor came along.” Yuuri’s smile returned, a soft loving smile. “He pulled me out of my mind, and allowed me to shine. Not as someone else, but as my true me.” He looked over at JJ. “I think, no matter how good a coach is, if they can’t help you be your true self, then they aren’t the coach for you.” He smiled a little brighter. “Your parents love you very much, I can see that. I think they suit you very well.” He paused, his cheeks dusting a soft pink. “And I happen to like your JJ style the best.”

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||Secret Weapon||Closed||@Yuri & @Otabek||

Yuuri stood outside the door of the biosphere, tray in hand as he took a deep breath and let it out. Out of his three charges, this was definitely his least favorite trip of the day. Viktor was rather complaisant, as long as Yuuri explained what was going to happen, and talked him through it. He had made the most progress with him, learning what made him smile and laugh, or what made him sad - he avoided those.

It was rewarding.

He struggled more with these two, more so Yuri. Letting out another breath he jugged the tray in his arms and swiped the card, before entering. “Good afternoon Yuri, Otabek.” Yuuri spoke in his usual cheery tone, making his way over to the table to place the tray down. Unlike the room where Viktor was staying, this biosphere was larger. It housed two beds, each on opposite sides of the sphere, with the bathroom between them, a curtain still able to allow them privacy.

Between the rest of the room and the door was a table with three chairs, one for both occupants, and one for himself. “I hope you both had a good morning.” He slowly started to take some candles from on the tray and set them out over the table. Each candle was a different scent, though what scent the were was unknown, do to the fact he’d removed the labels from each of them. “Today we’re going to try something a little different.”

Something he opened would work.

“If you both could please come join me at the table, I would really appreciate it.” He smiled, trying to seem as reassuring, and friendly as possible. He tried not to tell them what to do, though sometimes it was required. “I have a feeling your both going to enjoy today's testing.” He took a seat in his chair, opposite both of theirs. “And, if you’re well behaved today.” He looked at Yuri for this one, before smiling. “I have a present for you both.”

These were his secret weapon, and he’d had to jump through quite a few hoops to get it authorized. He reached into his bag and pulled out a small stuffed brown bear out of it and placed it on the table; that one was for Otabek. He pulled Yuri’s out next, which was a slightly-larger stuffed tiger, posing in the midst of a growl; it was rather adorable. “But you have to both follow my instructions to a T, and not complain even once.”