in the lounge room while Makkachin watched him from the couch. He had sent
Yuuri home hours ago, the young male just hadn’t been skating that well this
week and Victor had been worried he would seriously hurt himself if they
continued their session.
When he got
home from his session with Yakov, he had expected to see Yuuri curled up on the
couch, or in the kitchen cooking dinner, or even in their bed. But Yuuri had
been nowhere to be found.
attempted to call Yuuri’s phone a number of times, all of them ringing straight
through to voicemail, which had caused him to post on twitter to see if any of
the Russian team had seen Yuuri.
like he was out for a run, Makkachin -Yuuri’s running partner- had greeted him
at the door. And Yuuri’s still wasn’t confident with his Russian to think about
him going shopping alone.
shot up as he heard the front door click unlock before the door slowly opened.
quickly hurried towards the shivering figure who stood in the doorway, wrapping
the younger man up in a tight hug as soon as he was in reach.
“You had me
so worried,” Victor mumbled as he felt hands grabbed the back of his shirt.
I am so sorry,” Yuuri cried softly into his chest.
“No, no, no,
oh Yusha,” he cooed while gently moving them out of the doorway so he could
shut the door, before slowly leading them towards the couch. As soon as he sat
down, he pulled Yuuri into his lap, giving the younger skater no chance to
escape from him.
need to apologise, Yusha. I know the last week has been a bit bad, but it will
get better. I promise it will,” he cooed softly while gently rubbing Yuuri’s
“I love you,
Yusha. I love you so much.” Victor said while pressing a soft kiss to Yuuri’s
forehead. He gave a soft smile to the Japanese man, as Yuuri stared at him with
wide brown eyes.
“I love you
too,” Yuuri mumbled shyly, cheeks tinted red.
don’t do this to me again, okay? I was so worried.” Victor mumbled while
grabbing one of Yuuri’s hands. He frowned at just how cold it was before rising
it to his lips and planting a kiss on the knuckle.
“How about I
order some takeout and we go have a nice warm bubble bath together. How does
that sound?” he suggested softly, smiling brightly at the shy nod he got from
his adorable fiancé.
mumbled while pressing another kiss to Yuuri’s knuckle. They sat there for a
moment, Victor holding Yuuri close in an attempt to warm the shivering man up.
Yuuri mumbled after a moment, “You have to get up to run a bubble bath.”
me a minute,” Victor mumbled, not wanting to let his fiancé go just yet. He
need a moment to ensure himself that Yuuri was still here, Yuuri hadn’t left
He would get up in a minute, run them both a nice hot, bubble bath and
order takeout which they could enjoy in bed or the bath or where they ended up.
You can still feel the water in your lungs, even though they are long gone. Weighing down every breath you should be taking, feeling the phantom ache in your ribcage with every passing moment. Your laboured, disembodied breathing and coughing fills these long, empty hallways, only interrupted by the drip of the damned leaking pipes and the frozen wind howling through the halls. It’s a place of misery, of constant rain and dampened walls.
But then he comes, and brings the sunlight with him. Suddenly, the harsh winter wind is a light summer breeze. The leaking pipes and damp walls fade into the background, no longer reminding you of your constant discomfort. When he’s around, even if he can’t see you, his presence makes your lungs lighter and eases the ache. Suddenly, for the first time since you’ve died, you can breathe easy.
Sorry if it looks like Shun’s relationship with the LDS trio regressed - he just came out of duel with Obelisk Force and IS PISSED.
The finals were a disaster.
The Obelisk Force intervened with the tournament and carded countless Standard duelists - including nearly all of the Youth duelists. It was only when did the Junior Youth worked together did they manage to drive away the Fusion duelists and come out victorious.
Shun and the surviving duelists were named Lancers, and Reiji made the decision to tell the people of Standard about the inter-dimensional war.
The Lancers depart tomorrow, giving the Standard duelists the day to say their goodbyes - leaving Shun with nothing to.
you're VERY mature for your age !! i took u for way older!! <333
you wouldn’t be the first heh :’) irl though i probably look like i could pass for freshman in highschool not much older though because im SHORT like 5′1 it’s bad and i hate it and im ranting now okay im done :)
Hello loves! May I request crush headcanons with Armin Arlert? (How he treats them, how he wants to get closer, all leading up to him confessing) Thank you for your time!💗 I always look forward to any piece that you both create because it's just sO good!
Aw, anon, thank-you so much! That really means a lot to us. <3 Sorry for the lull in activity lately! Mod Spookzz is v busy and this week was a bad week for me health-wise, but I’m starting to feel a little better so hopefully I’ll be able to answer some stuff! c:
As intelligent as Armin Arlert is, he isn’t the strongest person on the planet, physically. He probably meets his crush after one of Shadis’ grueling runs where his legs are on fire from how much he strained them to keep up with the rest of the group. When his crush softly asks if he wants some water, Armin is taken aback by how beautiful they are.
After that, he makes it a point to search for them in the crowd. He isn’t sure why, but Armin pins it on his small puppy crush.
It doesn’t help that they are really nice, either. Armin is also treated to their intelligence when he seems them diligently taking notes during their lectures, their brow furrowed in concentration as their pencil flew across the paper.
He isn’t bold or filled with moxie, but Armin makes it a point to suggest that they study together, sometime. When his crush takes him up on the offer (who wouldn’t? It’s common knowledge that Armin Arlert has top marks in academics), the two slowly start to form a bond as Armin gauges their personality and what sort of aspirations they strive for.
One day, when Armin and his crush are huddle together in the small library, they divulge their interest in the outside world despite any talk or knowledge of it being taboo. It’s then that Armin realizes he’s head over heels for this person, which leads him to his next problem.
He’s shy. He’s insecure. Why would they want to be with someone like him when he knows they can do much better? These are the thoughts that plague Armin whenever he’s together with his crush, so he does his best to bottle up his feelings and bury them beneath the surface.
Armin is in for a shock when Eren is the one who confronts him about his weird behavior. After a long conversation that skirts around the actual problem, Armin decides that it would be better to get everything off his chest before it could ruin his otherwise wonderful friendship. He’s shaking like leaf in the wind when he calls out to his crush and asks them to meet him later but he has to let them know how he feels.
Even if his crush rejects his feelings, Armin would still pursue a friendship with them. He enjoys their company and while it might hurt for a little while, he wants to spend time with them as much as possible.
However, Armin is in for a world of surprise when his crush throws their arms around him and hugs him tightly after his confession, admitting that they had been waiting for him to say something for a long time. The apples of Armin’s cheeks turn red and his heart is beating so fast that he’s positive his crush can hear it, but he returns their hug because this is the happiest he’s been in a really long time.
a crash and a bang ! as the silver platter drops to the floor. frozen in time as the young septarian stares in shock at what’s before him, and he can’t deduce what he’s seeing exactly. he’s aware that his mother has and continues to dabble in dark magic but, he never expect to see her in such a state; gloveless, her hands… she’s bleeding.
the imagery made his stomach sink, made his head spin and he felt sick that he could taste the vile coming up his throat. forget about the breakfast he had made and prepared now all over the cottage floor. all he could do is choke out a sob as developing claws come over his snout. tears beginning to cascade quickly down his cheeks. quick to conclude the worse, thinking that his mother has been in pain and he had no idea until this morning. he cried, praying to whatever gods up at the cosmos to make the curse marking his mother’s skin to disappear. he prays, falling to his knees and continuing to sob.
how could he have not own ?! his own mother. he’s failed her.