#slightlied

Jake Peralta: bored on a stakeout

more tsm goodness!!! again, this is set prior to the events of the fic

“Want a doughnut?” asks Phichit, dangling the Dunkin Donuts bag in Christophe’s line of vision. The other man turns around to raise an eyebrow at him, squinting over the round frames of his reading glasses.

“That’s so cliche,” he says, but he takes the bag regardless. “What flavour?”

“Boston creme, duh, we are in Boston and I’m not a barbarian,” replies Phichit, rolling his eyes. He then rests his chin on the backrest of Christophe’s seat, peering past him through the windshield at their suspect’s apartment. “Let’s hope our intrepid leader’s profile holds correctly, because otherwise my FOMO won’t forgive me for missing out on the Soulmatics at the House of Blues tonight.”

Christophe snorts at that. “Yes, let’s hope Mr Beckmann makes it worth your while,” he intones drily as he bites into the doughnut.

HELLO I LOVE YOU ALL TY FOR THINKING ABOUT ME <3 (@borntomakelifeandlove @thehobbem @slightlied)

when my makeup looks bangin (like today bc prom wooop)

the feeling i get when i finish a really good book or read a particularly lovely sentence

talking to wonderful people like you c’:

when my inspo is fresh and i write a lot

I just keep wondering about some russian skater who just left everything in Russia to follow a drunken japanese who loves pole dancing 😂

What was Victor Nikiforov thinking when he traveled to Japan to be Yuuri’s coach?

He was so in love…he wanted know everything about his little Katsudon😍

HAPPY (LATE) BIRTHDAY JUS HERE’S YOUR (INCREDIBLY LATE) PRESENT

A Hitman’s Guide to Relationship Problems

Step 1: runStep 2: keep runningStep 3: apologize for keeping secrets from your husbandStep 4: enjoy the make-up sex

For Victor’s birthday, Yuuri got him the decapitated head of one of his mortal enemies. But when Yuuri’s birthday rolls around, he finds out that Victor forgot to tell him some things. And uses his car to smuggle rifles.

“What kind of self-respecting policeman would think to check a hot pink Cadillac for illegal guns?”

I’ve got another bunch for you guys to check out ;D

proantagonist – @borntomake

Falling (Victor’s Story)

I’ve always personally loved any and all character studies of Victor and Falling is no exception. Proantagonist manages to capture Victor’s essence extremely well, portraying it not only through an explicit stating of his feelings, but by managing to translate that into his actions. I was, however slightly, disappointed by how Viktor and Yakov’s relationship progressed towards the end, but I enjoyed the work overall so much, I definitely would say to give it a read!

 rowenthegreat – @rowenthegreat

The Shapeshifter Who Was a Dragon

Although their prose might not be filled with flowery descriptions or overly explicit studies of the characters’ emotions, their dialogue is definitely something to be accounted for; it overall leads to a lighter, more airy read that I very much enjoyed! Some of Yuuri’s reactions might have seemed out of character, especially in the beginning chapters, but they were smoothed out and everything worked out!

 slightlied – @forovnix

Wanted: Skating Lessons + made out of music and machine

“truth or dare?” yuri asks.  he and otabek are sitting cross-legged on yuri’s bed, knees touching as they drink through a cheap handle of vodka on ice and play cards two nights before the olympic opening ceremonies.  yuri still doesn’t get hangovers. if otabek does, yuri can’t tell.

“dare,” otabek says.  he’s been the dangerous type as long as yuri’s known him.

“i dare you to take my virginity,” yuri replies, because he’s always yearned for danger.

[Send me a made-up fic title, and I’ll tell you about the story I’d write to go with it!]

“So,” says Yuuri, after he’s nursed his coffee for about twenty minutes and the silver-haired man has just continued to stare at him, “Georgi. Why did you enter the program?”

“The program,” Viktor repeats, with a significant pause. “Oh. Yes. I entered The Opposite of Loneliness program because the most significant relationship I have is with my dog.”

Yuuri doesn’t laugh, just squints at him through his blue frames. Viktor’s not sure what to do with that. He hadn’t really meant to say it. He hadn’t realized it was the truth until it came out of his mouth. “But you’re so beautiful. And talented.”

So are you, Viktor wants to say. And you’re still in this program. Just like Viktor isn’t. In fact, his exact instructions from Georgi had been “please tell my date I’ve decided to marry the first person I met through the program, so I won’t be meeting with him.” Instead, Viktor had sat down across from Yuuri and somehow said, hello, I’m your date for the evening.

“My roommate made me join. I’m surprised someone hasn’t snatched you up already,” Yuuri continues, and flushes. “How many, um, dates have you been on in the program? How many do you have scheduled, after this?”

Viktor blinks. He has no idea. What’s a reasonable number? What are numbers? What are words, when he’s staring into the depths of mesmerizing chocolate eyes? “Ah. Forty?” At Yuuri’s visible wilt, Viktor rushes to ask, “what about you?”

“O-oh.” Yuuri screws his eyes shut. “A few. They went, well, badly? I’m sorry, I don’t want to bore you with it. In fact, I don’t want to waste your time, and I don’t think we’re on the same level, so you can go on your forty other dates and I’ll just--”

“WHY DON’T YOU COME WITH ME.”

Somehow, Yuuri doesn’t take this or the following explanation in quite the right way. This is how Viktor Nikiforov both digs his own grave and buries himself in it.

“Hello,” he says to a sour-looking Italian three days later, “I’m Vi--Georgi. Thank you for... agreeing to double-date.” Yuuri’s leg is gently brushing against his beneath the table. It almost makes the scoff the Italian makes worth it.

“My sister insisted I join this ridiculous matchmaking program, but all I need is her! Emil here wants a wingman.”

“Definitely,” says Emil, but he is grinning with ease right in Michele’s direction, and this is why Viktor feels no shame in sneaking a palm onto Yuuri’s thigh.

“Ah!” Yuuri yelps, and up goes his knee, and crack go Viktor’s knuckles against the bottom of the table.