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anonymous asked:

i have a bit of a seething hatred for jj but i actually really appreciate isabella? shes quite lovely and you know she puts up with 115% of jjs bullshit bc she loves him so much. shes such a supportive fiancee and i get the feeling that jjs parents absolutely adore her.

I think a lot of the hatred around JJ stems from him being unaware of the insensitive, and frankly rude, things he says and does. Like the part where he used “lady” as a degrading term towards Yuri and the time where he approached Victor and Yuuri to talk about another competitor’s successful jump. While that “ladies first” comment was a dick move, an act of douche-baggery, and offensive, I feel like JJ didn’t really mean for it to come across that way. Like in NO way am I excusing him for it but JJ as a person is very lax with his words and attitude for most of the time. He’s got a diva personality, he’s flamboyant as fuck, and he likes teasing people and being included in things. The desire to be included but obviously not mixing well with the rest of the competitors probably evoked more of a desire in him to be included; resulting in him making some insensitive, teasing remarks to just get a reaction out of people and to be at least SOMEWHAT included in their conversation. 

I really do like JJ because the real, unfiltered/uninfluenced JJ we see in his flashbacks when he proposed to Isabella and when he broke down in front of his parents is so damn relatable. He carries a nation’s hope and he’s put the pressure on himself to succeed so he can be WORTHY of returning Isabella’s love. 

The thing is I don’t think JJ truly believes that he deserves Isabella when he first proposed. His proposal had a condition. He wouldn’t marry Isabella UNTIL he won the GPF. In this way, I believe JJ does struggle with dealing with relationships and really understanding that Isabella would love him anyways. Just like how he needs to understand that he doesn’t have to be all up in everyone’s shit to be included or to be friends with everyone. That he doesn’t have to have a king’s attitude to be admired. He doesn’t need to prove anything but he thinks he does.

But JJ crumbles. He’s put up such an attitude of “I’M AN UNDEFEATABLE KING” that he has not allowed himself to be human. Even Victor admitted that JJ was a top candidate for gold because of just how INHUMAN his routines were. He hasn’t made ANY mistakes during the times we’ve watched him skate so when he finally does, he doesn’t know how to cope with it at all. But we see him pick himself up and embrace himself again and I find that beautiful. And of course, it was so touching to see Isabella stand with him through thick and thin. She’s crying, laughing, and celebrating with him every step of the way and I feel like that’s what a true fairy tale romance for a king looks like. 

carry on, darling, we were built to last

Kissing was still weird, Yuuri decided as he kissed his fiancé back.

His fiancé.

His fucking fiancé.

How did that even happen?

Yuuri still had trouble believing that it was all real. That Victor Nikiforov, the Victor Nikiforov, the same one Yuuri had nursed a crush on since, like, forever, was currently wearing a golden ring on his finger. A ring that Yuuri himself had put there with slightly trembling fingers.

How did he even get the guts to do that?

“You’re thinking too much again,” Victor, the same Victor, his fiancé Victor complained, pressing his mouth softly against Yuuri’s as if he was trying to pull him back into the mood, but Yuuri was too–

“I’m sorry,” he replied, blushing sheepishly. “You’re just very distracting.”

It made Victor grin, a little crooked smile that looked simply stunning on his face. Victor’s cheeks were delicately flushed and his eyes sparkled warmly with love and delight. How did Yuuri get so lucky? He remembered everything that happened during the last year, but even now, sitting in Victor’s lap, with Victor’s thumbs rubbing slow circles into his hipbones, Yuuri felt a little like Cinderella.

Was it close to midnight yet? Would he have to leave the ball, leave this happiness when the hands of the clock meet?

“I’m flattered, love,” Victor murmured, kissing the corner of Yuuri’s mouth again and Yuuri couldn’t help the way it twitched into a smile under his lips. “What’s so distracting about me now?”

Yuuri choked on his laugh a bit. “How about everything? Ever? Have you met me, Victor?”

Victor chuckled as well, pulling Yuuri into himself until Yuuri was almost lying on top of his chest. Victor’s nose gently touched Yuuri’s, their foreheads leaned together, a tender caress that melted Yuuri’s heart and made his eyes suddenly grow hotter when all the love and affection hit him hard.

“Of course I have,” Victor said. “Best night of my life.”

Yuuri groaned. “The banquet is taboo, we talked about this.”

Victor made a face at him, like a kicked puppy, and Yuuri only had to take one look to reach out and push Victor’s cheeks up into a smile with his fingers. They both laughed.

“Fine,” Victor said. “How about China then? That is another best night of my life.”

Yuuri shook his head in slight exasperation. “How many best nights do you have?”

“Well, let’s see,” Victor hummed, counting out. “There’s the banquet, okay, okay, I’m not saying more! Then the China Cup, and Barcelona. Oh, Barcelona!” He sighed, his mouth a happy, heart-mouth smile that made Yuuri blush. “That proposal was spectacular. And then you went and won silver, talk about best nights, huh?”

Yuuri mumbled something under his breath, but Victor only grinned at him and let it slide, asking instead: “What about yours, Yuuri?”

He didn’t have to think about it. He really didn’t.

“I was twelve,” Yuuri said immediately, watching Victor’s eye lose the spark for a moment when he realized it wasn’t about their relationship. Yuuri smirked a little. “It was the night I watched the junior skating championship for the first time. And there was this one skater that just took my breath away.” Yuuri smiled fondly at the memory. “I couldn’t fall asleep at all that night, my heart was beating so fast. So I googled that skater and watched all of the videos available just to see him again.”

“Wow, that sounds like quite a night,” Victor smiled at him. “Is he the reason you took up skating?”

“Mostly,” Yuuri agreed. “He’s my inspiration, my motivation, my guiding star, you might say. And, hopefully soon, my husband, too.”

He grinned, even though his cheeks were stinging red – it was embarrassing to say out loud.

But Victor’s reaction was worth it: the surprise on him looked stunning, and Yuuri would never get over the rush in his veins at the heartbeat of pause in Victor’s breathing before a high keen left his lips. It was no wonder Victor based his performances around the emotion. It was quite addicting, Yuuri had to admit.

“Yuuri!” Victor cooed, crushing Yuuri in his arms. “You should’ve told me sooner!”

“Like you didn’t know,” Yuuri snorted into Victor’s neck, wrapping his arms around his shoulders comfortably. “I know you found my stash of posters one day, Mari told me.”

Victor wasn’t contrite at all. In fact, Yuuri could feel the grin pressed against his head.

“Oops,” Victor said. It only served to make Yuuri snort again.

They stayed close like that for a long, comfortable moment, before Victor slowly pulled back and tilted Yuuri’s chin to make their eyes meet. Blue against brown, both meltingly warm and full of love.

“You’ve spent so long chasing after me that it’s only fair that I chase after you for the rest of our lives,” he said, but Yuuri shook his head at him with a tiny smile.

“Why chase, when you’ve already got me?” he asked.

And when Victor leaned in to kiss him again, it was no less weird than before. But it was their weird and in a weird, completely silly way that Yuuri couldn’t have explained even if he tried, that made it just perfect.

Entro aquí a olvidarte, pero nos veo en cada atardecer, en cada noche de luna llena. Entro a olvidarte, leo a Sabines y es tropezarme con tu voz y tu recuerdo. Me voy.

Vuelvo a entrar y sé que vengo a olvidarte y al parecer tú no lo sabes, te me apareces entre líneas, bailas entre mis letras, te resbalas por mis lágrimas, te cuelas en mis sonrisas.

Me voy a otras letras, a diferentes autores y tú me sigues, me tocas el hombro, me estiras el cabello, ¿acaso no lo sabes? ¡Entro aquí a olvidarte!

—  Coos
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