#1. Lucas and Jungwoo go ice skating. Jungwoo isn’t very good, and Lucas has to help him.

“You’re not allowed to laugh, no matter what! Okay?” Lucas forces his mouth to turn downwards into a neutral expression before nodding solemnly in agreement. By the looks of Jungwoo’s unimpressed face, he wasn’t doing a very good job of it. His hyung’s wide-eyed look of terror makes him want to break down into pearls of laughter, and the urge to coo and  pinch his cheeks is getting stronger by the second. Lucas was the one who’d suggested they spent one of their rare free days doing something fun. Jungwoo hadn’t made any complaints about them going ice skating right up until they were moments away from stepping onto the rink, where he’s now having a minor freak out.

“I won’t laugh! We’re just here for a bit of fun, you know?” Lucas says the last part in English while flashing a charming smile in hopes of calming down the other. Jungwoo doesn’t take any notice as he’s too busy focusing on teetering around the entrance way, getting more and more worked up. Despite it all being slightly over dramatic, the sight makes Lucas’s heart flutter and his stomach twist with butterflies. “Here,” Lucas begins, skating forward close enough that his outstretched hand is easy enough to grab onto, “hold my hand so you won’t fall. I promise you won’t get hurt!” Jungwoo narrows his eyes at the offered hand but grabs it without hesitation. Lucas bites down on his bottom lip to fend off an on coming smile. “You’re grinning,” Jungwoo comments sourly, letting Lucas know that he’d failed to keep a straight face, but the flush on his cheeks suggests that he isn’t mad at all. Lucas tugs at their joint hands to encourage Jungwoo to step onto the ice, “if you take too long, the ice will melt and then we’ll have to go home!” “Xuxi, I don’t think that’s -” He’s cut off when Lucas tugs again, a lot harder this time, and Jungwoo stumbles straight onto the ice. A small scream echoes through the rink, but it’s overtaken by Lucas’s laughter as he winds his arms firmly around Jungwoo’s waist to keep him steady. Any warm flush of colour on his face has been washed away with a queasy shade of white, yet it doesn’t stop him from laughing along too. “Thanks,” Jungwoo says through bursts of laughter, not bothering to pull away from Lucas’s hold just yet.

“No problem, man!” Lucas replies with a giant grin on his face. “I don’t think we can skate like this, though…” Jungwoo snorts and attempts to stand up straight, holding onto Lucas’s shoulders to help keep him steady.  “Since I already broke the promise about not laughing at you, I guess I’ll just have to make right on mine to hold your hand to make sure you don’t fall over.”  Big doe eyes meet his, there’s a prolonged silence that makes Lucas nervous that maybe he’d taken it a bit too far.

“Of course - that’s the least you could do,” Jungwoo finally replies, voice soft. Barely after the last word is out of his mouth, Lucas reaches up to grasp at one of the hands on his shoulder. He entwines their fingers together and squeezes reassuringly, a small smile on his face. “Now let’s go have fun!”

#4. Victor decides to adopt four puppies, much to Yuuri’s (faked) dismay.

Yuuri should’ve realised that something was wrong as soon as he stepped into their apartment. It was quiet, too quiet; especially since Victor was supposed to be at home. He’d even left practice early, citing not feeling well as a reason for leaving. No one had put up a fight since Victor never left practice early - for any reason - so Yuuri supposes that should’ve been a warning sign. He wasn’t sure what for, though.

He kicks his shoes off by the door, taking his time to unravel his scarf and take off his coat as he attempts to listen for any noises coming from further within. Once he’s done with his coat, and there’s still no sign of life, he feels anxiety begin to form in the pit of his stomach.

“Vitya?” he calls out, taking a few steps further into the apartment. No response. He’s in the kitchen now, and it doesn’t even look like anything’s changed since him and Victor ran out the house because they were late for their bus to the ice rink. There’s still even their half finished coffee mugs on the counter.

Yuuri furrows his eyebrows, now at a complete loss at where Victor could be. He’s about to reach for his phone in his back pocket when he hears the door open, and a lot of noise follows that sounds suspiciously like barking and whimpering.

He runs back to the entrance way, and what he sees makes his jaw drop.

Victor, with four different breeds of dogs all on leashes. In their apartment. Right in front of him.

Victor looks up suddenly, as if feeling Yuuri’s presence, and he beams charmingly. The puppies are absolutely wild, sniffing everything and getting tangled in each other’s leads as neither Victor or Yuuri move to stop them.

Victor’s carefree grin turns into something more sheepish, and he’s now having a hard time looking Yuuri in the eye.

“Um…” Victor begins, laughing nervously and finally meeting Yuuri’s expecting gaze, “surprise?”

Yuuri forces a frown on his face and folds his arms in attempt at avoiding leaning down to pet and fuss the puppies, “what on earth is this, Victor?”

One of the puppies trip up over its own legs, letting out a surprised ‘woof’ as it falls. Yuuri’s bottom lip wobbles in resistance to start cooing at it.

“Ah, I, uh, went to a dog shelter… and… I couldn’t just leave them there, Yuuri! They were begging for a home!” Victor whines, pulling a face as sweet as the four puppies in front of him.

Yuuri sighs, there are so many reasons as to why they shouldn’t: they were busy with practice, travelled all over the world consistently, and had barely any time to spend with their one dog - let alone four more. Why did Victor even go to a dog shelter in the first place?!

But…

“Fine.” Yuuri says abruptly, and it’s worth everything to see the smile that blooms on his husband’s face. He feels himself smiling back on reflex, and kneels down and opens his arms to the puppies. They all barrel forward with no hesitance, licking and pawing at Yuuri, their tails wagging so forcefully their whole bodies move with it.

“Welcome home,” he laughs, taking time to kiss each one of them on the head, and watches as Victor crouches down to welcome them too.

loosely based on @skygemspeaks retirement au! (but featuring a high school reunion) (i hope you like it, thank you for writing such a wonderful prompt!)

- “Mum? What’s wrong?” he might be 27 and retired, but his anxiety never gets easier about the smaller things. “Yuuri! Oh, don’t worry, nothing’s wrong!” Hiroko chirped through the speakers. It’s not quite enough to quell his nervous thoughts just yet. “I got a letter for you in the post; it looked quite important so I opened it incase it was time sensitive, and it turns out it’s a high school reunion invite!”

#3. Yuuri has something that Victor desperately wants. Yuuri won't give it up easily.

“Yuuuuuri, please!” Victor whines, nuzzling his forehead into the crook of Yuuri’s neck. “Just one!”

“Nope,” Yuuri pops the ‘p’ and glances down at the mop of silver hair that’s tickling his bare skin. He won’t cave this time, he won’t.

Victor pulls back slightly to rest his chin on Yuuri’s shoulder and pouts. Yuuri sniffs indignantly but can’t hide the slight flush on his cheeks at their close proximity. They’ve been married for over a year now and dating for longer, but Yuuri’s never quite gotten used to how beautiful Victor is.

“I’ll give you 300 yen?” Victor suggests, grinning cheekily.

Yuuri rolls his eyes, “that’s basically nothing, you know that right?”

Victor’s shoulders sag and he purposely leans more of his body weight onto Yuuri. He stumbles forward with the extra weight, so Victor winds his arms around Yuuri’s waist to stabilise him. His body is now pressed fully against Yuuri’s back, and Yuuri can feel his resolve crumble slightly.

“I’ll do the dishes for a week?”

Yuuri scoffs, “impossible.”

“I’ll…” Victor pauses to press a light kiss to the hinge of Yuuri’s jaw, “pay you in kisses instead?”

Yuuri hums, pretending to think seriously about his offer. It was tempting, but he wasn’t to be easily swayed this time!

“Please, Yuuri,” Victor’s voice drops an octave. It sends goosebumps rippling across his skin and a pleased shiver down his spine. He made a valiant effort against Victor’s charms, but Yuuri has his limits.

“Ugh, fine!” Yuuri spits out, and before he’s even finished the sentence Victor is already sprinting towards the kitchen.

Not even a minute later, Victor’s back and his mouth is surrounded by cookie crumbs. Yuuri glares at him. That was his last cookie he was saving for tomorrow!

“If you’re sick because you ate it too fast, it’s not my fault.”

Victor beams and smushes Yuuri’s cheeks between his two hands, pressing kisses all over his face and playfully making loud 'mwah!’ noises each time. Yuuri ignores the itch of crumbs transferring onto his face and laughs happily at his husband’s antics.

#2. Victor and Yuuri are handcuffed together and they’ve lost the key.

“It’ll be fun, you said, don’t worry, you said, well guess what-”

“I’m so sorry, Yuuri!”

Yuuri was, to put it lightly, fuming. His husband had waltzed into their bedroom earlier, hips swaying while swinging around a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs. It’d all topped off with a suggestive smirk, and that was all it’d taken for the blood in Yuuri’s head to rush down south and for him to nod his enthusiastic consent. That’s why he’s not to blame for what’s happening right now; he was incapable of thinking logically to help them avoid getting into this terrible mess. 

“Who buys a pair of handcuffs without the keys, Victor?! Who!”

“I do,” Victor mutters sadly.

“That was a rhetorical question!” Yuuri yells, looking down at their joint hands. Victor had unthinkingly cuffed their hands together rather than just Yuuri’s, and now they were sat in their underwear, uncomfortably hard and, oh, did he mention? Handcuffed together without a damn key! 

“What are you going to do about this?!”

“Yuuri, you have to help too! We got into this together!” Victor whines, attempting to use his puppy dog eyes to soften Yuuri’s anger. 

Despite everything, the wide-eyed innocent look was working and Yuuri feels his annoyance begin to fade. He exhales and glances away so he could think clearly for a moment. 

Struck with an idea, Yuuri narrows his eyes and looks straight at Victor, “if you don’t get these handcuffs off within the next hour, you’re sleeping on the sofa for a month.” 

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In an hour’s time, the look of absolute fear on Victor’s face at that threat would be hilarious, and they’d both laugh at how they reacted to it all. For now though, Victor’s left scrambling for his phone to search sketchy websites on how to pick a lock, along with having Yuuri shouting at him in all the languages he knew to tell him to hurry up.

#1. Victor has a hangover, but Yuuri is feeling fine.

“Victor, you can’t stay in bed all day.” Yuuri says while standing in the doorway as he watches his husband wriggle around in bed.

He doesn’t get a proper reply, instead he gets muffled noises which sound like Russian curses and pitiful groans.

Yuuri walks to the bed and pokes what he thinks is Victor’s shoulder.

“Get up, it’s one in the afternoon. We have to clean up.”

Yuuri sighs as he just gets more groaning as an answer. His husband is an absolute baby.

“I said get up!” Yuuri reaches over the bed to grab onto the covers and swiftly pulls them off all in one go. The sight he sees is absolutely pathetic.

Victor is curled up in a fetal position, his skin is sickly pale with a dark red flush across his cheeks. He’s also pouting, which Yuuri isn’t surprised about.

“Nooooo!” Victor whines, writhing around and blindly reaching out to try and grab the blankets back, “Yuuri, I’m dying! Let me wallow in self pity!”

Yuuri rolls his eyes, but he can’t help the slight smile on his face at Victor’s childish whining. Victor has always been hopelessly endearing even when he’s being annoying.

“Whose fault was it that they got drunk last night, huh? Whose idea was it to down endless shots of vodka just because they didn’t want to lose a bet?”

Victor pries one eye open to look up at Yuuri, the pout on his face deepening at his words.

“How are you alive right now? You drank more than me!” Victor croaks out.

Yuuri grins, “it’s a trade secret. Now, get up!”

Victor let out a wail, and Yuuri couldn’t help but laugh in reply.

you're warmer than the scent of a caffè latte; victor/yuuri; ao3 link

g rating; 1090 words

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Yuuri buries his nose deeper into the warmth of his thick navy scarf as he walks down the path leading from his apartment. His shoes crunch satisfyingly against the autumn leaves scattered on the path. It was a bitter and frosty Saturday morning, typical for the month they were currently in. Yuuri doesn't want to think about why he's awake so early on a rare day off from practice, but the craving for coffee and to see a certain someone seems to be his best excuse.

I’ve been crushing on you, baby; victor/yuuri; ao3 link

t rating; 3382 words

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i.

The ice beneath him is cold and unforgiving as he flubbed another jump. He lands on his side with a wince and a yelp. Yuuri knows it’s going to bruise, yet he can’t bring himself to care as he stares across the rink in awe. Victor is still stretching on his own; his body twisting and bending as he loosens up his muscles. He’d been complaining earlier that he had to start being extra careful now, what with his age and how he wasn’t as flexible as he used to be.

shelter; magnus/alec; ao3 link g rating ; 1126 words

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Alec stood at the bus stop, silently berating himself for not bringing an umbrella or a coat. He glanced at the bus timetable, but it was nothing more than a sodden mess of paper. The Perspex pane that had covered the timetable had come away slightly at the top, allowing the rain to seep inside and ruin it. 

daydream; magnus/alec; ao3 link t rating ; 2366 words.

malec drabbles based on day6′s song titles from their album ‘daydream’!

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First time – (contains vague description of sex)

The first time they held hands, it felt like a hoard of butterflies had been released inside of Alec’s stomach. 

dream a little dream of me; law/luffy; ao3 link

g rating; 1182 words.

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It wasn’t any secret that Law had nightmares.

shower time?; hoseok/taehyung; ao3 link

g rating; 404 words

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Taehyung slips on his favourite hoodie, taking comfort in the familiar smell and the fading graphic on the front. It’s an old one, he’s had it for three years now. Taehyung knows he should probably throw it away, with all the rips and stretched material, but he’s too attached. 

distraction; hoseok/taehyung; ao3 link

explicit; 2,533 words

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The smell of fried rice wafting through the open bedroom door tempts Hoseok out of his sleep. His eyes open slowly, sight blurred and eyelids heavy. The other side of the double bed is empty; the quilt halfway down the bed and the pillow still slightly dented. 

home; gintoki/hijikata; ao3 link

g rating; 1045 words

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“I’m home,” Gintoki called out while slipping off his shoes before shuffling into his house slippers. He paused, waiting for a reply, but none came. He shrugged it off, continuing into the apartment as he swiftly loosened his tie with one tug. He left his briefcase carelessly by the door, adding another scuff to the black leather.