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I don't need another friend. I already have two.

The Sleepover meme

You all know how it goes. Maybe its a group of teenage friends at someone's house, maybe its adult strangers snowed in at the airport, maybe its a camping trip of kids but for some reason, you're all going to end up spending the night together. Sleep is for the weak and distractions are needed. Will lifelong friendships be forged and broken or will everyone just end up covered in silly string and hungover? Your choice will decide your fate. Better grab your overnight duffle, your favorite pillow, some people to hang out with and choose wisely.

options:

1. Games. Truth or Dare, Spin the Bottle, Settlers of Catan or a vicious game of Uno. Ice breakers, social stand-ins, conversation starters: these are the games we play that bind us together against a common enemy or tear us apart. Is it fair play or can there be only one? Find out who your friends are and keep them close. Nations have gone to war for less than this.

2. Pranks. Get enough people together in a group, add alcohol, or just insane levels of tiredness, and it's bound to happen. Maybe you were dared to or maybe you just got stuck with the phone when it was already ringing but its time to break out the TP and find a house with trees in front or figure out if your neighbor's refrigerator is running. Can things go wrong? Oh yes. Oh yes, very. Hope you wore your running sneakers when Old Man Griminch catches you with those eggs.

3. Scary times. Because really, what's a sleep-over without some fear? Whether its a horror movie in a room with no lights, Bloody Mary dares at midnight or campfire stories about true events that happened on a night just like tonight, a night together with friends doesn't end right if no one's screaming or in tears. Grab those batman snuggies, its time to get creepy.

4. Food! No party is a party without food. Maybe its making chocolate chip cookies at midnight, maybe its a food run, maybe its marshmallows over that aforementioned campfire. Whatever it is, its time to break out the grub and play fluffy bunnies until someone pukes.

5. Make-over! Break out the glitter nail polish and hot irons. This old sleep-over staple is sure to create bonding moments and only mild scarring. Learn to braid hair, learn to apply eyeliner, learn which of your friends has the fashion sense of a 1930s clown. Did someone fall asleep before the rest of the group? Well, that's what sharpie pens, shaving cream and firehouse red lipstick was invented for. The 80s are calling and they're not taking no for an answer.

6. Snuggle pile! That's right. After a hard night of pixy stix and jello twister it was only a matter of time before everyone ended up crashing. Hard. Whether you wind up in a puppy pile or just using a stranger's shoulder for a pillow, at some point one of you is going to wake up enough to steal a blanket.

7. Soul searching. It's five in the morning and everyone else has gone to sleep. Now's the time for deep thoughts, deep conversations and utterly life altering questions. Like 'do seagulls ever get sad?' and 'why are they called 'styrofoam peanuts' if you can't eat them?'. Someone's got the answers. You might have to wake them up to get them but its now or never. Universal truths aren't going to wait for reasonable hours.

8. Grab bag! you do what you want!

you know the routine. Put your character, series and any prefs in the header. Tag around. Have fun. And don't fall asleep first whatever you do.

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_{[It's been stressful. From mounting tension to catastrophic meltdown to thinking that maybe, maybe Viktor had been serious about potentially leaving him if he didn't do well, Yuri...hasn't been doing very well, mentally or emotionally. Try as he might to play it cool with his family over the phone and with the interviewers from all over the globe, it's stark how tired he is already.

He'd done alright with the news crews, he thought. There were a few probing, entirely too personal questions about his relationship with Viktor, but he'd at least managed to brush them off with vague statements or telling very simplified versions of the truth. When he was finally released to go up to his room and rest, he was honestly looking forward to just crawling into bed and flopping down facefirst.

That voice though? That makes it obvious that nope, he's not going to get that chance just yet. He raises his hand automatically to wave in return, before he registers that the room has changed. Where was his b- oh. Slumber party. When had that been a thing? Viktor had been serious about that?]}

Uh...

[ Not one to be deterred, Viktor will blithely excuse Yuri's lack of enthusiasm by coming around the bed, bare feet carrying him to Yuri with the kind of intensity that is utterly at odds with his pleasant smile. ]

Why stand around in the doorway? Come, come, it's much more comfortable over here.

[ Why yes that is a Yu-topia robe he's ~~pilfered~~ borrowed for the time being, and thankfully for Yuri he snagged one for him too - a deeper blue for Yuri's pretty pale skin to contrast with.

The forceful exchange of Yuri's duffel for the robe brooks no argument, Viktor gently leading him toward the blanket pile, hand low on his back. ]

I can't tell you how much I've been looking forward to some alone time with you. Everyone wants to have a piece of you now that they've had a taste. Pity they'll have to wait until the next competition for a morsel.

[ He passes smoothly behind Yuri, seemingly gone until Victor's breath tickles his ear. ]

Til then you're all mine.

_{[Yuri hasn't even quite processed what happened before he's standing at the edge of the beds with a robe in his hands, divested of his things and looking a bit more nonplussed for having been physically moved without actual input from his legs.

A shiver runs up the length of his spine at the voice in his ear, and the breath against the back of it. He reaches back before Viktor can go anywhere, fingers curling into the first loose fabric he found.]}

Don't tease me, not now.

_{[His voice is quiet; he's still very on edge, tense and only getting stiffer. He turns in place with his robe still held against him in one hand, looking up at Viktor with a soft frown and knitted brow.]}

Tease?

[ That's a bit unfair, says the small moue in his mouth. But patience - Yuri's had a long handful of days made worse by sleeplessness and trials. Viktor doesn't know what the reporters asked, he just sees the lines creasing his face and hears the brittle crack in his words.

Is his cheer misconstrued? Viktor had thought it simpler to usher Yuri into bed, but perhaps haste came off as flippancy in light of China, the tenuous place it left the two of them.

One hand closes lightly over the one clutching his robe, eyes soft and voice softer. ]

Whatever made you think they were not promises?

_{[His hand tightens in Viktor's robe, his expression cracking but not quite breaking. He is tired. So very, very tired. It's hard to explain it to Viktor without waxing some form of philosophical. On top of everything else, he just isn't sure of Viktor's intentions anymore.

He's not sure he ever was.

He kept his next thought to himself: was this just another 'surprise' that Viktor was piling on while he was floundering in trying to figure out what he was supposed to do next?

So yeah, it was coming off really flippant, to his exhausted brain. He just needs to sleep, he assures himself. It'll all look better under daylight.

He leans his head against Viktor's shoulder with a long, soft groan, eyes starting to drift closed.]}

You make a lot of promises. You're kind of...flaky about them though.

_{[Yes, just make him feel even worse because you're not doing so well. Even if your scores are better than they've ever been in your career.]}

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[ Viktor hums in agreement and unconsciously leans closer, as though to contain Yuri's doubts with the sheer power of proximity. His poor Yuri. ]

One of those personality flaws I hear so much about. [ His other hand finds the Yuri's nape, careful circles drawn in the muscle tensed underneath. ] The last thing I want is to cause you pain, Yuri.

[ There's an apology in the kiss he drops into his hair. ]

I really did want to help you relax this evening. And to sleep beside you, selfish man that I am.

_{[His shoulders droop, and the sigh he gives is a bit shaky. His hand unclenches from the other man's robe and shifts to lay in the curve of his side.]}

One of us is going to end up laying on that space in between the beds and have a kink in their neck. And probably everywhere else.

_{[The words are muffled by cloth and proximity, but Yuri isn't pushing him away, or denying the offer. Right now he was too exhausted to even think about it.]}

[ ~~Viktor is a walking kink~~ Oh he meant... Right. His slight smile is audible, tucked warmly against Yuri's ear. ]

Since we can't afford it to risk your competitive fitness, that will, of course, have to be me. Unless...

[ Shall he show Yuri that he's serious about him? Fingertips trailing around Yuri's neck, they gently lift his protege from his hiding spot, infinite care in every line they draw underneath that plump bottom lip. ]

Will you share one with me? I'll be a perfect gentlemen if that's what you want, no questions asked.

[~~He's not calling you daddy.~~ The way Viktor just loves getting into his space, speaking sweet words in his ear, it does have the potential to melt him on the spot. He's pretty sure Viktor knows this too, with how often he just does it. He can't quite respond either, with the way Viktor's fingers trace over his lips.

But, he has an idea, somewhere in the midst of the flushed turmoil of half thoughts that always happens when Viktor looks at him like that.]

We could...watch something? Find a movie, and maybe fall asleep to that. You can sleep in...my...bed... [Just gonna trail off, turning pink clear to his ears.]

[ ~~What about senpai?~~ Oh, making Yuri weak in the knees certainly has its upsides. Primarily the part where it's Yuri and anything that moves him is worth repeat performances, but Viktor hasn't forgotten his job. Drawing out his Eros could only help his little seductress enthrall the judges even more deeply than he's enthralled Viktor, and if these personal and professional goals coincided who's to say no?

Yuri can and only Yuri can, and until he does Viktor will obey the tacit acceptance of his affections. ]

Sounds wonderful. [ His smile grows satisfied, tapping Yuri's lips once, light as a kiss. The dusky color flooding his face is absolutely enchanting. ] Just long enough to get to sleep; we don't need to repeat China's unkindnesses on your sleeping schedule.

[ Then why not let Yuri simply go to bed, one might ask? Neediness, mostly.

Viktor (reluctantly, always reluctantly) pulls back first and gives the robe in Yuri's hands another tap. ]

Why not get comfortable while I fix the bed?

[He has to admit that he does feel a little better by now, even with the lingering exhaustion. He barely thinks about it as he starts to change, sitting down on the edge of the bed that Viktor wasn't working on. He was moving slowly, carefully, and by the time he slouches over wearing the soft blue robe, he already looks ready to doze off.

But he does want to be able to curl up in Viktor's general vicinity, so he waits until the man has finished fussing then rolls straight into his still rather messy bedclothes, reaching for his bag settled just under the bed. His laptop is there, and as soon as it's opened and connected to the wifi, he places it on the other bed and then reaches over to snag Viktor's clothes and pull him over.]

[ Like at the onsen, Viktor can't help if averting his eyes from Yuri's trim form wasn't always possible; art was meant to be appreciated. The hotel was dreary and the beds direly in need of upsizing, but that made them easy to rearrange, layering up the thin blankets with a small frown marring his face. ]

Truly unacceptable with winter so close. If we were in St. Petersburg I'd suggest we stay in my place -

[ Yuri wasn't particularly polite about bringing Viktor in, but that's what he finds so delightful about being cut off midstream. Laughing softly, he presses in warmly to Yuri's side and brushes his lips along the tip of his ear. ]

All right then, what's playing tonight?

[Yuri immediately accepts Victor pressed right up against his side as his fingers flick across the touchpad of the laptop, bringing up his browser. He hovered briefly over his main news tab that would have had footage of the night's performances available, then decided against it, instead opening youtube to find something that would act more as white noise rather than anything to actively engage them. It would autoplay through his updated subscriptions, and while he set it to do just that, he propped his head on his free arm, laying the other hand over Victor's then curling their fingers together loosely. He was already having a hard time keeping his eyes open as he lay there watching something on technology.]

If you wanna watch a movie instead, you can put it on.

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I don't need another friend. I already have two.

oh no what a tragedy, snuggles with your (ostensibly) boyfriend, whatever will he do

stop struggling ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

swoon intensifies

fogs up ur glasses

>:o

draws hearts on them :>

b-but the smudges...

where they're going they don't need glasses

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