I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart. That’s how it is with us. It’s a shame….because we’ve loved each other… But in the end, we can’t stay together forever.
Before I delve into Peridot’s side of the relationship in
this episode (in a separate post), I want to take a look at Lapis.
“Peridot, we have to leave Earth – now!”
As soon as Lapis hears about what happens with the Diamonds,
she instantly wants to leave. But notice
her Lapis’ reaction here is that “we have to leave”. If she didn’t care about Peridot so much, she’d
have just fled there and then. She’s
clearly absolutely terrified, but she doesn’t want to leave Peridot behind.
In the next scene, we see Peridot getting very worked-up
about leaving, and Lapis telling her that they can take all of their stuff with
them. It would appear, then, that Lapis
only does this…
…in order to appease Peridot by taking their home with
them. If it were left up to Lapis, she’d
have just taken Peridot with her and left the barn behind – but because Peridot
is upset about losing the barn, she makes sure to accommodate her. This means, of course, that Lapis does care
about how Peridot feels in all of this and is trying to keep her happy.
The dialogue in this scene is also very interesting:
“There – now we can bring our whole life with
us! You, me, and all of ourthings!”
Just look at the dialogue that I’ve put in bold here. This shows how Lapis and Peridot share their
entire life with each other. Lapis says
this with a genuine smile, as if she’s more than happy to acknowledge this
fact. She shares absolutely everything
with Peridot and wants to continue doing so.
This is also evidenced here:
Notice how we see emphasis on Lapis squeezing Peridot’s
shoulder as she’s talking – she’s literally trying to hold onto Peridot. Despite her fears and despite everything that’s
going on, she desperately doesn’t want to lose Peri.
I mean, heck…
…she was even going to leave Steven behind at this point.
After the trio are reunited with Pumpkin at the end of the
episode, Peridot finally decides to be honest with Lapis – by telling her that
she doesn’t want them to leave the earth.
“Peridot… what are you trying to say?”
You can really
hear the emotion in Lapis’ voice here.
The realisation that she’s about to lose Peridot is dawning on her – and
she doesn’t like it.
This isn’t the face (or the body language) of someone who
wants to leave; far from it, in fact.
Lapis is feeling hurt and betrayed by what she sees as a lack of honesty
– and is scared. She’s been put into a very difficult
situation and has to make a painful decision.
She wants to leave with Peridot, but now she knows Peridot wants to
fight for the Earth; which, because of her past traumas, is something that Lapis
doesn’t feel able to do right now…
…so she makes the decision to leave. But, again, look at her face here. She’s hurting - badly.
She actually pauses to take one last look at Peridot before
she flies away – and, again, the agony of this decision is written all over her
face. Because she wanted Peridot to go
with her. She doesn’t want to leave her
behind but she’s so afraid of the impending war that she feels like she’s got
no choice in the matter.
Now that she’s going to be alone in space for a while, this
should give her time to think everything over properly. Is she going to realise that she’s made a
terrible mistake and return to Earth in order to reunite with Peridot and
defend their home? I think it’s highly
likely. Lapis has expressed regret over
her negative actions in the past on more than one occasion, so I daresay that
she’ll feel guilty for leaving Peridot behind; and will want to make amends.
There’s been a running theme of “home” with Lapis and
Peridot in the show up to now. Lapis thinks
she’s taken her home with her into space, but has she really? “Home is where the
heart is”, as the expression goes; and Lapis’ heart is well and truly with
Peridot. I’m certain that, in time, she’ll
come to realise this herself.
Dude I thought of how hilarious if Philip and Theodosia jr got together but like Modern AU, so like Alexander and Burr are trying not to kill each other because they love their children too much (and like the dinner tables Eliza is holding onto Alexander and Theodosia Sr is holding onto Burr complimenting Eliza's cooking)
hamilton realizes the situation could be m u c h worse
What if during the final battle with IT, the losers all trying to stand together and fight, Richie feels something hold his hand, and he sees Bev intertwining their fingers, doing the same with Ben who does the same with Bill. They’re united, but they aren’t whole.
And then Richie feels someone holding his other hand and he looks down when he hears a soft beep coming from a watch attached to a skinny, tanned wrist.
Eddie smiles up at him, nodding and turns to his side to see Stan and Mike holding onto each other too. Richie feels tears in his eyes. He knows they aren’t really there, not physically, but they’re with them spiritually. They always will be. And that’s how they defeat IT for the last time. Together. Now they’re whole.
I saw @aidens-archive make a post like this about the Dunkirk cast, showing how they all might like to snuggle up, and I was totally inspired! So here’s how I think our Painfully Thick™ gentlemen would cuddle…
Jason Momoa This guy. There’s no way he can cuddle without trying to get it in, ya know what I mean? He’s a rough-around-the-edges kind of guy, and that’s exactly how he cuddles - tossing you onto the bed and rolling around with you between the sheets.
Henry Cavill Superman is the ultimate big spoon. And what could be better than having those big, bulging arms wrapped around you? He’d nuzzle into your hair, whispering sweet thoughts into your ear as you fell asleep.
Tom Hardy This big beefy puppy. He’s got that tough guy exterior, but deep down, he’s an emotional, cuddly guy. He’d want you to hold him, soothe him, protect him. He’d be happy falling asleep in each other’s arms whenever possible.
Tom Holland He’s such a fun, light-hearted guy and cuddling with him would be just the same. He’d be playful and active, unable to stay in the same position for long. He’d play with your hair, tickle you, and give you kisses on your nose.
Chris Pine Chris is an old-school, romantic type. He’ll want to shower you in affection, kissing on you the entire time. He loves sweaters and blankets, so he’ll always have a big fluffy comforter to wrap you up in when the weather turns cold.
Sebastian Stan HO BOY what I wouldn’t do to snuggle this man. I think he’d be a quiet cuddler - wrapping himself around you, intertwining arms, legs, souls; holding you close for as long as you needed. Making sure that HE is the peaceful, calming place for you to be at the end of the day.
Chris Evans Whereas Hardy is the cuddly puppy, Evans is the mischievous, troublemaker puppy. He’ll want to be face-to-face, looking into your eyes at all times. His hands will always be fussing over you, whether they be playing with your hair or unhooking your bra. He’ll never cross the line, but always be pushing boundaries to see what he can get away with.
Tom Hiddleston Oh, Hiddles. He’s going to hold you in his arms like a treasure. What’s important to him is your comfort, your happiness. He’d never want to let you go, kissing you on the forehead every chance he got, telling you exactly how much you mean to him.
So what do y’all think!? Reply/reblog with your thoughts! I had so much fun making this; is it something you guys would want to see more of? 😏💖
CAN WE TALK ABOUT ALL THE ARMS OUTSTRETCHED MOMENTS IN THIS PODCAST BECAUSE THIS SPECIFICALLY IS KILL ME
The first glimpse of this was in the elevator in the Goldcliffe Trust when they work together to climb the rope. This was the first time we really saw them all work together like this. This was the first time we saw them protect and help each other.
We’ve got the actual arms outstretched scene which was so powerful holy shit. I can’t ever get over this scene. Everything. “here’s a fucking idea for you”. taako going for magnus’ soul. that fucking nat 20 strength check from taako. the MUSIC. MERLE FUCKING USING HIS SOULWOOD ARM TO GRAB ONTO THEM BOTH.
(BONUS: We’ve got Merle reaching for John as he sinks into the floor. the unintended embrace as merle tries to hold onto john. the first contact john had in centuries, with john’s final breath he tells merle how to defeat him. how to defeat the thing he created and spent centuries building around him)
And we’ve got the finale. taako almost getting blown away with his own spell and magnus and Merle just hold onto him. taako pulling out the immovable rod “IM NOT GOING FUCKING ANYWHERE” GRIFFIN USING THE ARMS OUTSTRETCHED SONG AGAIN FUCK ME UP GRIFF. the bonds thread them together. thousands of bonds. a century of running from the hunger together. a year of fighting side by side to find the relics. the bonds tying them all together with their memories.
I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart. That’s how it is with us. It’s a shame….because we’ve loved each other… But in the end, we can’t stay together forever.
the different reactions after defeating Zarkon and after all of the fights that they didn’t have to fight just to keep the universe safe
pidge and matt turning to each other with tears in their eyes before they throw their arms around each other and just holding on for hours
lance bouncing on his toes, his fists punching the air, with an unbreakable grin stretched across his face because he gets to go home
hunk having to sit down and take a breather because he feels light-headed to the point where he thinks he’s going to faint…and maybe vomit
keith gazing down at his sword, thinking about his parents and the family he lost, and then breaking down into silent tears after he realizes that the people around him have become the family he always wanted
and then shiro, ripping off his prosthetic arm as hard and fast as he can; throwing it across the room and watching it bounce off a wall and hit the ground, its wires and lights flickering and sputtering until it finally dies; his chest heaving as he tries to calm the sudden rush of visions and thoughts in his head; staring with wide, teary eyes at the rest of his team as they wonder what’s going on with their captain; his knees buckling and his limbs giving out; collapsing to the ground and just s o b b i n g, not even bothering to keep it down
the slow realization that shiro isn’t mad or angry or upset; he’s ecstatic
allura and coran being the first to sit down next to him and wrap their arms around his shoulders
keith pulling his head out of his hands to look up, and then immediately running towards shiro and falling right in front of him to press his forehead against shiro’s
pidge and lance following after them, both attempting to hug him from either side
hunk allowing everyone to go before him just so he can hug shiro from behind, gently slipping his arms past everybody else’s, nodding at the other paladins if they came too close to the stub where his arm once was
the long, silent walks down the hallways of the castle
staring at the healing pods and remembering all those times they thought one of the other paladins was dead, and then remembering the first time they met Allura and Coran
laughing at the remaining food goo that hadn’t been cleaned up after the little “incident” (Crystal Venom, I think)
running their hands up and down their beds, knowing they won’t have to sleep there anymore
the hope that there’s another monster out there so that they don’t have to go home
the flight back to Earth, passing through endless wormholes and past planets celebrating the Galra defeat
everyone, including lance, asking if allura could slow the ship down so they stay together longer
the panic and then endless excitement from the people down on Earth when Allura first speaks to them and explains what the paladins have done to protect them
the swim to shore after they decide to land in the ocean
because of gravity differences and after however many months/years in space, most of them have forgotten how to swim in Earthen waters, but they eventually remember, and then fall over instantly once they reach land
lance accepting his fall and kissing the ground beneath him
pidge and matt running their hands through the dirt and sands of the beach realizing that they forgot how soft it is
hunk and keith holding onto each other and laughing as they brush sand from each other’s faces so it doesn’t get in their eyes
shiro still crying; thankfully calmed down, and now being supported by coran and allura as he’s swarmed with paramedics and reporters
the interviews in the hospital
the insane amount of excited kids running in to ask their favorite paladins questions about space and about all of their adventures
the paladins deciding that they talk together, and then moving their congregation of fans into the lobby so all of them can be together again and add onto their stories
t h e r e u n i o n w i t h t h e m c c l a i n f a m i l y
the sudden rain that starts pouring down once they leave the hospital
DANCING IN THE RAIN
the international, breaking news reports with headlines such as “heroes return from intergalactic space mission: real or fake?” “ALIENS HAVE TOUCHED DOWN ON EARTH” “president awards paladins medal of honor” “world holiday decided today for Voltron heroes”
the laughter as they read conspiracy theories together
the celebration at the Garrison and the immediate ceremony in shiro’s honor
the excitement lance feels when someone tells him they’re planning on building a statue for each of the paladins
THE STYDIA KISS (and hug)- an Extra™ frame by frame analysis
ok so we start out with this shit. even before this frame, dude is staring at them Martin lips like he’s in the middle of the desert and they’re the only water for miles. Then we get here and they both go in OPEN goddamn MOUTH for this kiss. she is PUCKERED for him. She was puckered ten feet ago, she was puckered when she walked in the damn door, hell, she was puckered 3 months ago. She got her tongue fucking ready to dock at Port Stilinski Lips.
She comes in fucking Little Caesar’s Hot ‘N Ready with the hands on the neck. goddamn. And they are PRESSED into each other. If they were kissing any deeper they would swallow each other. Which now, come to think of it, might have been their goal.
When we moved to Pine Drive, I never expected to find a
conspiracy among the kids there.
I was an only child and a loner, thanks to my parents always
moving. My dad’s job had him hopping from state to state. It was a pretty tough
going if you wanted to make friends. But he promised that we’d stay at least
six months here, so I had a chance to make at least one friend.
And whadya know, on my block, there were a ton of kids to make friends with.
I didn’t even really have to try. Two days after moving in,
the Langley twins Diana and David were pounding on my door, asking who owned
that bike parked in the front yard and if they wanted to play. I was shy but
the twins were ecstatic to meet me.
Apparently their group had an odd number before I moved in
and they needed equal teams to play their games with.
There was Alicia, who was six, she was the baby but she was
very sweet. The oldest was Fletcher who was thirteen but his social skills were
a bit behind so he didn’t mind hanging out with a bunch of nine and ten year
olds. I think there was about ten of us all in all.
But I learned soon enough that there was a secret each of
Y/n never went back home. Instead, she spends winter break in the confines of Harry’s apartment—wrapped up in between his bedsheets to keep warm.
The usually cold and brutal winter that always made their skin numb is now warm to them—skin always accompanied by one another’s and feeling more than ever before. And with the mix of never ending company and the feel of the music that always seems to be playing in his apartment, they couldn’t have asked for a better way to start off their relationship.
They never do anything extravagant—never do anything that could take time away from one another. It’s in their simplicity do they find a sense of comfort throughout the festive season. They feel happiest in their own little world—away from everything and everyone, just focusing on them being together without any distractions.
With being so consumed by one another, they’ve learned more about each other than ever before—spending most days watching their favorite movies and baking new recipes they found in Harry’s favorite Christmas cookbook and spending the nights cuddled up against one another as Y/n somehow finds new things to talk about.
Each day, they fall in love with each other all over again. It’s as if their hearts unravel and trap each other in—giving them no means of escape, but neither of them want to.
Whenever she spends the night at his apartment, Harry has to spend nearly an hour each morning just to fight her from getting out of bed. It’s become a routine, Harry having to pull her from the edge of the bed so that he can cradle her back in his arms while she giggles and mumbles some excuses he doesn’t have the energy to listen to.
He just really, really, really loves the feel of her first thing in the morning, especially when the brutal feel of the blistering winds finds its way to his apartment. She’s much warmer than usual and her eyes are brighter and always glistened against the sun. Her lips, too—they are always so much fuller somehow that even in his mild awareness, he finds himself kissing them before he finally lets her slip away from the comfort of the sheets.
But this morning—this morning is different.
After a Christmas night filled with passion and inexperienced intimacy, Harry really doesn’t want to let her go. He’d much rather feel her uncovered body up against his all morning—soaking each other up and holding one another until the sun sets into the night.
It just sounds so right, to keep each other near and close after giving each other their last bit of innocence. Everything they had to offer one another was taken and used to make them whole, so that’s how they should be—together and whole for as long as they possibly can.
But when Harry feels Y/n begin to stir her way out of his arms, he knows she has very different plans.
And he’s just not having it.
He whimpers in his slumbered state, pulling her back against his chest with eyes half-lidded and breathing still steady. He’s holding onto her like never before, refusing to feel her side of the bed empty. He needs her, her, her, anywhere and everywhere as long as it’s with him. And despite having every bit of her last night, he hasn’t gotten enough and he needs her more.
She giggles softly against his neck, gingerly kissing the exposed skin as her fingers run along his jaw. She can already feel him falling back asleep from her touch, a content sigh leaving his lips at their closeness.
“Love, I gotta get up. Y’know me, can’t stay in bed once I’m awake.”
He groans as he shakes his head, somehow filling up the smallest of empty spaces between them and tucking his head into her shoulder. His nose is right up against her skin and he can smell her usual scent—vanilla and lavender from her usual body wash but much more filthy than usual.
She giggles again when she feels his bottom lip poke at her shoulder, her fingers reaching to his hair as she combs through it.
“Oh, none of that, H.” She tisks, thumbing the very exaggerated pout on his lips. “I’ll be right downstairs, won’t be going anywhere far.”
He rolls his body off of her, his back hitting against the mattress with a whine. His eyes remain closed but there’s a very noticeable furrow between his brows, and Y/n begins to wonder what he’s so worried about.
She frowns down at him, observing the rise of his goosebumps from the morning cold on his bare chest. It looks empty and lifeless without her head upon it, and though his body is no stranger to her, there’s something about it that seems much more inviting and she yearns to keep it closer than ever.
And she gets it—she gets his exaggerated whining and the worry in his eyes. After everything that happened to them the night before, he can’t leave her—he can't—and that’s exactly what she’s doing to him, even if it’s only a floor away.
Almost as if to reassure him, she goes with the feel of her heart and decides to spend the next couple hours of the freezing morning right beside him.
Harry loves watching Y/n in her most natural hours.
Her chest and elbows are leaning against the surface of the kitchen counter, one hand holding a mug of coffee while the other flips the pages of her favorite poetry book. Her upper body is clad with Harry’s favorite sweatshirt—ending right at the end of her underwear—leaving her legs exposed and on full display for all of Harry to see.
Despite her hair fully knotted and having an overall disheveled look to her, Harry decides that she looks best this way—in a way nobody other than him has gotten the chance to see—as if she was made for his eyes only.
And he has never seen such a beautiful sight in his life as she looks at him with the softest and most delicate of eyes, a small smile resting on her lips at his presence. Every bit of her looks inviting—like a place of comfort Harry could forever shield himself in.
She’s become so much more than his girlfriend—so much more than someone to call his own—she’s become his muse and his home, his haven and everything in between.
“You always look at me with longing even when I’m right here with you.”
He blinks at her, watching as her cheeks flush with pink under the watch of his amused eyes, loving how easily tranced he becomes in her.
She’s never been confident in herself. Ever since she was a little girl, she used her friendliness to somehow distract people from what she truly felt on the inside. She never truly touched base with her insecurities and never wanted to, so she always found ways to push the most damaging thoughts in the back of her head.
But Harry changed everything. He made her feel beautiful and loved in every way possible, she almost doesn’t understand how he could have so much of that love in him—especially for her. From the way he holds her all throughout the night to the small kisses and gestures whenever he has the chance, she feels it everywhere and she almost feels it in herself.
His sheepish smile confirms her statement, knowing fully that there will never be a moment he doesn’t want her, no matter where she is.
He walks slowly over to her, the smile never fading from his lips and the blush creeping back to Y/n’s cheeks as she turns her body to stretch her arms out at him. It’s the smallest moments like this that make them grateful for the kind of love they share—together.
He presses his lips to hers tenderly when he feels her fingers run across his stomach, his own fingers pushing the material of his sweatshirt up towards her breasts so that he can brush against the swell of them.
“Beautiful.” He whispers, quickly returning back to her lips as they softly release a whimper from the detachment.
She tastes so good—a mix of bitter and sweet from her coffee, leaving his mouth wanting more and more with each passing second. And what was supposed to be innocent turned to lust before they knew it—their movements much more haste and impatient.
In the midst of their desperation, Harry pushes her hips further against the edge of the counter, fingers digging into her skin as his mouth parts open with hers. They both moan into one another, completely consumed by the feeling of their relentless hands and feverish kisses.
Her hands are against his stomach, rubbing along his torso when he hitches her legs around his waist, leaving Harry in control of whatever it is that’s unfolding. Her squeal turns into a moan when his hips collide with hers, the friction making her head spin and body yearn for more.
He feels her hands creep toward the waistband of his sweatpants while his hands bundle up the sweatshirt over her breasts so that they’re fully exposed to him—revealing the most delicate parts of her.
And right as his lips attach to the valley of them, the ringing of the telephone breaks them from their moment.
“H—Harry, the phone.” Y/n gasps.
But he shows no sign of stopping when his teeth sink into an already bruised hickie from the night before, leaving her with shaking fingers between his hair and withering from the soreness. And he really can’t stop, because she feels like no other and she’s so addicting in every way possible. He wants her all to himself.
The answering machine almost dissolves into pure background noise for the both of them, too caught up in the moment.
“Hi, Harry, it’s your mum.”
Only five words and Harry feels the air being knocked right out of his lungs—seizing all his movements and thoughts as Y/n is left completely confused and panting upon the kitchen counter.
"I know it’s been a while and a lot has ended quite messy, but your father does miss you and well—we all miss you, Harry. We would really love for you to come over for dinner tonight as a late Christmas celebration. You don’t have to, but we’ll have an extra seat for you. And—uh—I love you so much. I wish you the best. Please call me soon.”
It’s as if the world around him is spinning faster than ever before—his brain overwhelmed with scrambled thoughts and ears ringing from the anxiety.
There would have been nothing to prepare him for this moment. He never thought he’d ever see his father again—much less be invited back over to his house after everything that’s happened. It’s been so long, he genuinely thought it was over—he thought all of the pain and fear was over, but his biggest nightmare is coming to life and he feels sick to his stomach.
His father is why he’s like this—mute and anxious in social situations. If his dad hadn’t repeatedly torn him down for never being good enough—hadn’t made him believe nobody would ever talk to a little shy boy—he would have probably gained the confidence to speak the more he matured.
But because his father shunned him for being shy and never making any friends, Harry was terrified of what people would think of him if he ever did make friends. Because if his own father didn’t love him, how could anybody else?
Y/n notices the tears in his eyes and his shallow breathing, which she’s quick to mend when her hands reach up to his cheeks. They’re hot and flushed, but all for the wrong reasons.
She frowns, lips peppering small kisses along his face in an attempt to bring him back to her. She doesn’t know much—or really anything—about Harry’s family life; all she knows is that she has never seen a picture of them in his house or any validation that he ever truly had one.
But as she catches the glimpse of fear in his eyes and the small quivering of his lips, he knows very well that there must have been something that went wrong. And even if she doesn’t know what it is that he went through, she knows that if he decides to do this or not, she’ll be right there with him.
“You’re scared.” She whispers, thumbs rubbing against his cheeks softly. “What is it you’re afraid of, baby? Talk to me, please.”
He squeezes his eyes shut, his lips pursing together as loose tears fall from his eyes.
He’s never talked about his family problems and because all of this has happened so quickly, his words get trapped in his throat. To genuinely talk about his family and come to terms with his emotions seems all too much for him, especially when it’s hard for him to speak in the first place.
Y/n clicks her tongue while shaking her head softly, wrapping her around his neck as he nests his cheek into her shoulder. His muscles instantly relax in her arms and has a sense of clarity in her comfort, but there’s still an undeniable thumping in his chest that just can’t seem to go away.
“You don’t have to talk about this, love, but maybe this will be good for you. You know, to test the waters with your family. Maybe this could help you in the long run.”
And he wants to believe her—he really, really fucking wants to believe her—but he knows he can’t. Anywhere in his father’s path is detrimental to Harry’s social anxiety and he knows it’ll only make this worse for him in the long run.
“Y/n.” Harry groans, detaching her arms from his neck so that he can stand properly. His teeth are grit and eyes are distant—looking anywhere but her own and he swallows thickly around his words. “There’s a reason I don’t talk to anybody.”
His words are cracked and desperate—like a plea for Y/n to understand that this is different, that there will never be a day he’ll be able to face his problems. There have been too many times he’s found his way back and he always walks away with a damaged heart.
Y/n watches the way his fingers fiddle around one another and how he can’t stand still, it’s like watching the battle in Harry’s head and watching him fall apart from it.
And no matter how much she loves him now—the way he is now, even without much speaking—she doesn’t want to watch him suffer for the rest of his life. He’s the most undeserving man, he deserves the world and she knows he does.
His heart is nothing but pure and damaged—in need of mending and love. It’s the best part of him, really. It’s what brought them together and she feels the need to protect it at all costs.
He doesn’t feel it, though. He doesn’t feel what his heart has to offer and doesn’t see how it makes him so strong. He only sees himself as a ruin—a lost cause with nothing left to fight for, and he doesn’t deserve it. After what he’s been through, she needs him to understand that he is so much more than he thinks he is.
Because he is—he really is—no matter what he believes.
She holds his head in her hands to distract him from his consuming thoughts. His eyes shift in her gaze as he lets out a small breath.
“I just think it’ll be best to try again. I know—I see how hard it is for you to live the way that you do and I want to be here for you through everything. Things could be different this time—things could actually end well and you might be able to push through this. Because I know you, Harry, more than anybody else right now and I know you can push through this.”
She presses her forehead against his with a sigh leaving her lips, her thumbs running along his knuckles.
“And if there is any point you feel uncomfortable or upset, we can walk right out and leave. Just know that I will be there for you no matter what, okay? Just asking for you to try.”
It’s because she sounds so sure of herself that Harry actually agrees to go to the dinner. He knows that if it were a matter of him going alone, he would never even consider it. But knowing she is going to be right by his side—holding his hand through it all—maybe he doesn’t have to be so scared.
Maybe, it’ll actually be different this time.
It’s not different.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, it’s really not any different than he expected it to be.
Upon their arrival, Harry’s mum and sister nearly fainted from seeing him at the front door. They thought their invitation would go dismissed, like the way Harry’s ignored them for the past three years. But looking at him for the first time in what felt like forever, they were nothing short of thrilled.
And to make it even better, he brought a girl. Harry was holding her hand tightly, keeping her tucked right into his side so that he could feel her with every step he took.
Anne and Gemma swore they had never seen something so heartwarming in their life—to the point where tears sprung from their eyes and arms flinging around their bodies. Y/n didn’t even have to introduce herself properly for them to love and approve of her, anybody who gets Harry to open up—in any way possible—is enough for them.
He was calm when it was just the four of them, Harry watching Y/n hit it off with his family so effortlessly. He noticed the fondness in all their eyes and this was how he wanted it to be forever.
But once they sat down for dinner, Harry knew something was about to happen.
His father didn’t acknowledge neither him nor Y/n in the slightest. Instead, he acted as if they weren’t there and only carried conversations with the rest of his family. And Harry wasn’t sure if he preferred it that way or not—wasn’t sure if he’d rather have his father at least notice him and hate him or have his father neglect him.
Y/n was trying to make the best out of the situation and he could tell. She found her way to the conversations even if his father didn’t respond to her, and still remained her perky self while doing so. She seemed unfazed through it all, almost like she didn’t feel the overwhelming amount of tension that surrounded the room.
She does it for him, though. She knew that if she showed just how uncomfortable his father was making her—he’d never be able to survive this dinner. She had to play strong enough for his sake.
But now that dinner has passed by and all that’s left are empty plates of food and mindless mingling, Harry feels nothing short of uncomfortable and misplaced under his father’s glare. It’s as if he’s waiting for Harry to speak out in the conversation, or do much of anything to make his presence known.
Y/n can see the soft shaking of Harry’s head and can feel the sweat on his palms with each passing second—just waiting for the end of the night so that they can go home and be alone at last.
“You know, Y/n, I never thought Harry would have a girlfriend.”
It’s the first time tonight his father spoke to Y/n directly, making the conversation she was having with Gemma come to a pause as she looked over at him with confusion. There’s a small pout on her lips as she tilts her head in question, almost unsure as to what he was implying. He has no expression on his face, only a small scoff and disapproving look in his eyes.
“How so? He’s lovely, any girl would be very lucky to have him. I’m just happy it’s me who does.”
Her fingers squeeze his thigh under the tablecloth; as if to tell him that there’s nothing to worry about. If his father wants to try hard enough to get to Harry, he has to try to get through her, first.
His father grumbles, his eyes shifting away from hers. The tenseness is his body seems to lighten, though, when an almost sadistic laugh falls from his lips—finding whatever he’s thinking quite amusing and entertaining.
“Isn’t it disheartening? Doesn’t it get boring, to be with a little boy who can’t even get his mouth to open? You seem to be a very intelligent, mature lady—I can tell by the way you talk. Don’t you think it’s a man’s purpose to be with somebody like you?”
Harry squeezes his eyes shut, trying to silence the sudden voices in his head and focus on the feel of Y/n’s tightening hand.
All the childhood fights, all the times Harry had crawled underneath his bed during the night to get away from it all, and all the times Harry almost had the guts to speak up for himself only to be shut down from his father are all replaying in Harry’s head.
The anxiety creeps to his bones and in his muscles, straining him of all that’s left of his strength and leaving him with nothing but a shaking body and lack of control. Every part of him that felt alive before all of this is slowly dying at the seems—ready to be ripped out on his father’s account.
In any other situation, Y/n would have kept her mouth shut if it meant getting the support and approval of Harry’s family. But this—the way he’s talking about Harry as if he’s not right next to her, disrespecting him for something beyond his control is just not okay with her.
She’d rather stand up for the man she loves and believes in instead of watching him suffer in silence—the way his mum and sister are—with fear.
“Harry may not be a man of many words, but he’s the best thing I’ve got. There is so much more to him than his voice. There is so much more to him than you will ever know because you decided to be a shit father and give up on him without giving him a chance. He holds so much more potential than you could ever see, and that’s what’s wrong here. Harry’s not the problem, him being mute is not the problem, it’s you. Because why is it that everybody else can accept him and love him for who he is besides you?!”
The aftermath of her words silences everything around them. Nobody moves, nobody dares makes a sound besides their harsh breathing, because there could be something that makes either one of them snap and nobody wants to be the one to do so.
Y/n’s hands are in fists upon the table, eyes locked with his in fury and jaw so tight she almost doesn’t even look like herself. She’s turned into an entirely different woman with just the thought of Harry getting into harm’s way.
And although Harry really wants to show her appreciation for her words, he’s too panicked that he’s going to die from not being able to fucking breathe.
The silence is overwhelming, but Y/n is not giving up on him—on Harry. He had to live through this for far too long and she’s not allowing it anymore. He deserves better than this treatment—deserves better than to be looked down upon by somebody who’s supposed to be his provider.
“He’s the best thing you’ve got, yeah?”
His father is playing with his bottom lip, eyes narrowed and eyes in the same unpleasant manner as before. His voice is softer, though, more understanding than before and they both don’t know what to expect out of the conversation.
Y/n nods without hesitation, “He is.”
He watches as Y/n looks more determined and positive as ever, not a doubt or a trace of a lie in her features.
She means it—with her whole heart—she means it and she’ll never let anybody make her go back on her word. And she doesn’t have to say it twice, because Harry knows she’s genuine when she says it.
“You must have a very pathetic life, then.”
Harry’s eyes don’t move from their trance on the table—his body doesn’t make a move under his words. This is just how it always ends, and he just don’t know why he still fucking comes back here every goddamn time.
His throat is tight and his eyes are filled with tears. His skin is full of sweat and he swears his heart is beating much faster than it should. And even though he’s experienced this all before, knowing Y/n is being belittled by his father too makes it worse.
Y/n could have stood up for Harry much more, but she knew that if she started an even bigger brawl than what was already unfolding, Harry wouldn’t have been able to handle it.
He’s already drained of color and crying silently within his lost mind, and she’s absolutely terrified for his health.
She’s nearly dragging him out the door, Harry occasionally tripping over his own feet as he’s being drowned with the voices and the thumping in his chest. The world around him seems to be drowning and he can’t keep up with it all.
He just can’t.
“You can’t only keep her around because she’s the only one that’ll fight your battles for you, Harry! It’s only a matter of time before she realizes that you have nothing to offer her! You can’t give her anything with the way you are. You’re worthless!”
Before he could spew any more insults in Harry’s way, Y/n shuts the door in his face.
Harry knows his father was right.
In the long run, he doesn’t have much to offer her. He can’t be the boyfriend that she deserves to have.
He can’t be the boyfriend that can remind her of how much she’s loved or cared for. He can’t be the boyfriend to sing her to sleep whenever she can’t, or be the boyfriend to say his vows at their wedding for all to hear. He can’t be the boyfriend that—God forbid something were to happen to her—can ask for somebody to help her, or be the boyfriend to sway her family’s heart.
He can’t be anything to her besides somebody that she can sleep with at night and wake up to in the morning. Because that’s all it will be, and she’ll get so tired of being the one to be the only one talking to the other.
He’s nothing in her life, and that’s exactly why he can’t look at her anymore.
“Can you please just say something to me, Harry? I need to know why you’re upset with me or else we can never work through this.”
But how can they work through this when he can’t talk to her the way she wants him to?
Instead of answering right away, Harry presses on the gas pedal even harder than before. In the mix of all his emotions—anger, frustration, sad, and absolutely terrified—the only proper thought that can retain in Harry’s mind is dropping Y/n back to her apartment so that she doesn’t have to keep torturing herself with him.
The longer he feels her presence next to him, the more he realizes that he can’t love her the way she deserves to be loved—even if he really, really, really does love her with every ounce of his being.
“It was only—“ He swallows thickly, “It was only a matter of time before this was going to happen, Y/n.”
Her eyebrows furrow in confusion as she turns her head over to Harry, who has his lips pursed in a straight line while his eyes remain on the road.
There’s something different in him, now—something unreadable in his expressions and it’s something she’s never seen before. He seems broken somehow, like a man who’s been damaged one too many times that he’s become numb—emotionless with nothing left to feel.
“Before what was going to happen, Harry?”
She has an idea about what his words meant, but she doesn’t want to believe it. Not coming from him—not coming from the man who’s shown her nothing but how much love he has for her. There’s no way he could be doing this to her. He can’t do this to her.
“We were never going to last, Y/n. This was over long ago, we’re just on borrowed time.”
The sound of it leaves an unusually disturbing churn in Y/n’s stomach and a foul taste in her mouth. She feels as though Harry is taking his own hand and digging into Y/n’s chest, just so that he can grab ahold of Y/n’s heart and rip it to shreds himself.
Her hand subconsciously grabs onto the handle of the car door, eyes glistening with tears and lungs not daring to breathe. The air—instead of it being filled with their love—is now thicker and colder than ever.
She’s never been so confused—so lead on and so scared as to what is happening to them. They were supposed to make this last, they were supposed to make each other happy for the rest of their lives. He promised her he would, too—promised her nothing but love and trust in him.
But what is happening to them?
“How long have you thought that?”
She was tentative to ask, but she just has to know. She has to know if she’s done everything she’s done for nothing or if it actually held some sort of purpose at the time.
She’s terrified beyond words to find out the answer.
“Before or after you decided to sleep with me?”
Harry doesn’t want to make it seem like he never wanted this—never wanted her. He doesn’t want to make her think that he went through all that he did with her just to expect them to break up so soon. Because he didn’t, he never did. He would have never let her give him her virginity if he knew all of this was going to happen.
He loves her too much to do that to her, but also loves her enough to set her free.
So he decides to not answer her because not saying anything at all is easier for him than saying something he doesn’t mean. And he knows he will if it means letting her go and letting her move onto bigger and better things.
And it’s in his silence and twitch of his eyes does she find his answer.
“So you didn’t mean what you said last night. That we fit perfectly—that it’s like we’re meant to be? Or were they just words to you?”
A sob rips from inside of her when he still gives her nothing. She has never felt so hurt before—has never felt so betrayed. And suddenly, her skin feels dirty—sickened by what he’s done to her and how she could have been so stupid as to let it happen.
She feels it now, too. She feels the way his hands touched her that night, the way his lips kissed her that night, the way his hips rutted against hers and she feels so fucking filthy—used and used and used just for his own personal gain.
“Stop the car.”
It’s a weak demand, but Harry is pained to hear it. He has to hold himself back from comforting her and saying how terribly sorry he is for lying to her the way he is. But it’s just easier this way.
“I said stop the fucking car, Harry!”
Her yelling makes him flinch, and without hesitation makes him pull over to the side of the road. And the second he does so, he knows he shouldn’t have because he’d never be able to live with himself if he let Y/n walk in the cold alone, especially at night.
And right as he’s about to turn back, the sound of her hysteria makes his stop everything he’s doing. Her sobs are relentless in her hands and the thickest of tears fall from Harry’s eyes when he looks at the damage he’s done.
She looks helpless and utterly destroyed—he would have never thought of doing this to her if he’d known this is what would come out of it.
His heart is breaking at the sight of her like this.
As if on instinct, Harry reaches his hand over to her shoulder in an attempt to keep her calm. And even when they’re so close, they have never felt more emotionally distant than they do right now.
“No! Don’t touch me! Don’t you ever touch me again!”
She isn’t sure if she means it or not, but the devastating look Harry gives her at her words proves that he knows she did.
The second his touch leaves hers, he feels them falling apart.
It really is over now.
She’s never felt more pathetic and humiliated in her life. Everything she thought was so real ended up being one of the biggest lies she’s ever lived. He had her fooled for months now and she had not a single clue—but she guesses that’s what happens when she falls in love too quickly.
She feels easy.
She swallows her cries as she opens the car door, not knowing where the hell she is or where the hell she’s going, but knowing that no matter where she ends up, it’ll be much better than being with him.
“I hate you. I never want to see you again, not after this. Not after all that you’ve done to me.”
Harry’s eyes widen at her words, mouth falling open and a gasp falling from his lips. The reality of her words hits him with so much force that he genuinely feels every last bit of him fall apart.
And it’s when she walks away from him—from his life—that he breaks.
He chokes out a sob as his fingers grip the steering wheel, eyes as wide as ever and mouth not daring to shut.
Everything hurts. Every bone in his body feels like it’s breaking and every muscle feels like they’re tearing apart. It hurts so fucking much and Harry can’t stop crying, throwing his head back against the car seat as his hand hits the steering wheel in the midst of his hysteria.
hello everyone! Decided to share my collection of themed quotes to use in the bullet journal, it’s super useful for those moments when you desperately want a quote to relate to something so you can use it in your different bujo spreads, whatever they are, or sometimes just to decorate, besides being a source of wisdom and beauty. So here are a few, hope you enjoy them. ♡
Dedication / Work / Motivation:
“My work is a game, a very serious game.” - M. C. Escher
“Nothing in the world is worth having or worth doing unless it means effort, pain, difficulty.” - Theodore Roosevelt
“Pleasure in the job puts perfection in the work.” - Aristotle
“What we do today is what matters most.” - Buddha
“The best preparation for good work tomorrow is to do good work today.” - Elbert Hubbard
“I will study and get ready and perhaps my chance will come.” - Abraham Lincoln
“Today I will do what others won’t so tomorrow I can accomplish what others can’t.” - Jerry Rice
“The only thing more important than your to do list is your to be list. The only thing more important than your to be list is to be.” - Alan Cohen
“Talent is cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work.” - Stephen King
“The price of excellence is discipline. The cost of mediocrity is disappointment.” - William Arthur Ward
“Never spend your money before you have it.” - Thomas Jefferson
“Beware of little expenses; a small leak will sink a great ship.” - Benjamin Franklin
“If you wish to get rich, save what you get. A fool can earn money, but it takes a wise man to save and dispose of it to his own advantage.” - Brigham Young
“Remember, your ways of handling money have to work in the good AND the bad times.” - Dave Ramsey
“The goal isn’t money. The goal is living life on your terms.” - Chris Brogan
“Do not save what is left after spending, but spend what is left after saving.” - Warren Buffet
“The course of true love never did run smooth.” - William Shakespeare
“Every relationship is just a big honking leap of faith.” - Rory Gilmore in Gilmore Girls
“The best thing to hold onto in life is each other.” - Audrey Hepburn
“Perhaps it is our imperfections that make us so perfect for one another.” - Jane Austen in Emma
“Feelings come and go like clouds in the sky.” - Thich Nhat Hanh
“Stones in the road? I save every single one, and one day I’ll build a castle.” - Fernando Pessoa
“Nothing is permanent. Everything is subject to change.” - Buddha
“At some point you just have to let go, move on. Because no matter how painful it is, it’s the only way we grow.” - Meredith Grey in Grey’s Anatomy
“Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.” - Albus Dumbledore in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (movie)
“We’ve all got both light and dark inside of us. What matters is the part we choose to act on, that’s who we really are.” - Sirius Black in Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix (movie)
“I don’t believe in pessimism. If something doesn’t come up the way you want, forge ahead.” - Clint Eastwood
“It always seems impossible until it’s done.” - Nelson Mandela
“Life is a journey to be experienced, not a problem to be solved.” - Winnie the Pooh
“There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor.” - Charles Dickens in A Christmas Carol
“To keep the body in good health is a duty otherwise we shall not be able to keep our mind strong and clear.” - Buddha
“The food you eat can be either the safest and most powerful form of medicine or the slowest form of poison.” - Ann Wigmore
“No man has the right to be an amateur in the matter of physical training. It is a shame for a man to grow old without seeing the beauty and strength of wich his body is capable.” - Socrates
“How am I supposed to get through the holidays without liquor?” - Cristina Yang
in Grey’s Anatomy
“I don’t do drugs. I am drugs.” - Salvador Dali
“You’re just as sane as I am.” - Luna Lovegood in Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Tantalizing:010203040506 07 08 Ship: Jungkook | Reader Description: Back in high school, you were nothing more than a nerd Jungkook wanted to deflower, to get a good fuck from. When he sees you at the club, though, things have changed drastically, and his dominance starts to teeter on the edge. Warning: Dom!Jungkook, Intercourse, Oral, Blowjob, Hair Pulling, Tons of Fucking Angst, Masturbating, Exhibitionism, Overstimulation, Slight Degrading Names? Word Count: 6,631
(Okay, well I meant to write headcanons but then it turned into this. Like I said in my previous post. It seems I can’t write anything less than a thousand words. This has been in my head for a while and I intended to write it as a full fic, but decided on writing it like this instead? I’ve been having serious Reggie Mantle feels lately, so here you go.This is also pretty much my Isaac Lahey fic, but Reggie. I’ve probably misspelled a bit, but it’s 3 am so I’ll edit it later. Feedback would be greatly appreciated and whoever reads this, I hope you enjoy.)
Reggie falls for the new girl
-The first time he sees you, he’s talking to someone
from the team in the hallway.
-The second his eyes land on you; he trails off on what
he was saying.
- “Reggie, bro you okay?”
- “Yeah who’s that?” he says pointing in your
- “Oh, that’s Y/N. She just started here today.”
- “Y/N.” he repeats to himself.
- “Yeah, she’s pretty cool. I met her this morning.”
-Even though his teammate is still talking, Reggie barely hears any it because he’s having a hard time not focusing on you.
-Reggie hates 5th period, so he always
shows up late.
-15 minutes’ pass before he decides he’s going to head
to class now.
-That’s when he sees you struggling trying to carry a
few books while you look over your class schedule.
-You’re late for your class because you have no idea
where it’s located.
- “Hey.” you hear someone say behind you. When you
turn around you’re greeted by a tall boy with a very nice smile.
- “Hey.” you say.
- “Here let me help you with that, Your Y/N, right? I’m
Reggie.” he says as he grabs the books out of your hand.
- “Thank you. Yes, I’m new here. Which is why I’m
struggling trying to find my next class.” You say looking over your schedule
Thank you all for your requests this week! I’m really sorry this is up so late, my wifi shut off and I had some personal things that were happening!
Rec’d by anonymous: Yu-topia Gentleman’s Club by Aradellia (CurtusPatronus), Teen, 45k (WIP) Victor hadn’t exactly wanted the end of his long training day to finish at the bottom of a glass alongside his friend Chris, however he hadn’t expected Chris to drag him to a strip club, of all places. Of course, he also hadn’t expected to be introduced to one of the most alluring and blinding dancers he had ever seen in his life.
Rec’d by anonymous: Comfort Foodby youaremarvelous, Mature, 20k (WIP) Viktor is a wildly popular male model who is in crisis over aging out of the industry. He runs into Yuuri, an international university student struggling to make friends in the big city, and decides to make him his pet project. Unfortunately, matchmaking isn’t as easy as he thought it would be—especially when he starts developing complicated feelings for his client.
Rec’d by anonymous and anonymous: Katsuki Yuuri: Ascended Fanboy by Defiant-Dreams (baterina_1234), Teen, 8.9k “And wow, that was a beautiful Viktor—I mean, a beautiful Quad Flip by Viktor.” Yuuri visibly winces and he momentarily covers his face. Morooka glances at him in concern but Yuuri shrugs it off quickly and shakes his head as he continues, “Really, others try to do it, but no one does a Quad Flip quite as well or quite as clean as Viktor—if they even manage to land it.”
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Rec’d by anonymous: Sing for meby siberianchan, Teen, 45k (WIP) It is 1848, it is Opera and Yuuri Katsuki has just arrived from his former home Milan in Dresden to work as a chorus singer at the Semperoper. Starting over in a new country, surrounded by strangers is taxing, especially when the lead tenor is acting so contractionary towards you and when your own anxiety constantly has you on your toes.
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Rec’d by anonymous: Correspondence by Watermelonsmellinfellon, Mature, 36k (WIP) Victor Nikiforov agreeing to partner with Penned Pals for a season, had to be the best decision of his and Katsuki Yuuri’s lives. It brought them together after all.
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Rec’d by anonymous: The Prince and the Pharmacist by Victuuri gives me feelings (Help_Im_Shipper_Trash), Teen, 1.3k (WIP) When ordinary pharmacist Yuuri Katsuki is ordered by crowned Prince Cristophe Giacometti to be his escort, Yuuri panics and decides his only hope is to flee the country. On the run, he stumbles across a kind, silver haired stranger. Victor Nikiforov is instantly fascinated with the young pharmacist, and wants nothing more than to help. His two attendants, Yuri Plisetsky and Otabek Altin, are less than thrilled.
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Rec’d by anonymous: in a snap of your fingers by silencedmockingjay, Gen, 3.8k “I’m mad, okay?!” A flash of anger lights up Viktor’s face, eyes narrowed, eyebrows in a v-shape, mouth turned downwards. And then his hand comes up and slaps Yuuri’s hand away.
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Rec’d by @bluelup28 : The Skater and The Beast by Charlie_R_Everitt, Gen, 17k (WIP) Yuuri was cursed years ago to a grisly form and has hidden himself a way from the world. Yet, every year for the past couple of years, something has caught his eye. A beautiful young skater, skating on a near by lake by the village near his castle… “Yuuri, you should have faith!” “Pitchit, who could ever learn to love a beast?” AU with elements from Beauty and the Beast.
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Rec’d by anonymous: All Eyes on Me by Kizuna_Auri, Explicit, 45k (WIP) (Omegaverse) Yuuri, under the username of Eros, is a size queen omega who most certainly does not have an obsession with fellow camboy and legendary silver-haired alpha Aria. Just like Phichit is not the most meddlesome roommate known to man.
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Rec’d by anonymous: One of those nights by justmeandmysillystuff, Mature, 102k (WIP) One of those nights, Yuuri meets him by accident. One of those weeks, he gets into his life. One of those months, he realizes he may be falling in love. One of those years, becomes the best of his life.
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Rec’d by anonymous: My Hero, Yuuri by Abarero, Teen, 57k (WIP) At the age of 23, Yuuri Katsuki is certain he’s just a dime-a-dozen hero that will never make a difference. Little does he know that the moment his path crosses with legendary hero, Victor Nikiforov, both of their lives will begin to change for the better.
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Rec’d by anonymous: This Night is Flawless by flowercrownyuri (elevensong), Teen, 5k Prince Yuuri can’t see anything without his glasses. It normally isn’t an issue, but when Yuuri goes to the royal ball without them he can’t see the man who captures his attention that night and can only remember him by his voice. Determined to find the ‘mystery man’, Yuuri goes through the entire town in hopes of finding the one who won his affections. But what happens when said mystery man turns out to be a beautiful guy named Victor, and why is he acting like they met before last night?
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Rec’d by anonymous: Lost souls by EurusLex, Explicit, 5.7k (WIP) What the fuck was happening? His brain did not want to wrap around whatever was going on—maybe it was because had just woken up from a deep sleep or maybe it was the sheer terror pumping through his body—but no matter what it was, he really wanted to calm down so he could hear himself think.
Rec’d by anonymous: Amnesia by cerisebio, Gen, 19k Victor wakes up in a hospital room. At his bedside is a Japanese skater he came across at the Sochi Grand Prix Final.
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Rec’d by anonymous: Lessons in Love by fangirlandiknowit, Mature, 38k (WIP) All Viktor wants is for his son to be happy - and if that means spending countless hours at the ice rink, a million more in the ballet studio, and devotedly cheering for Katsuki Yuuri at every competition he enters, then that is precisely what he’ll do. He just didn’t expect to become a fan, too.
Rec’d by anonymous: I’ll be your Tramp if you be my Lady by DairyFarmer, Teen, 5.1k “You are so sad.” Yuri grumbled as Viktor sighed longingly in the direction of Makkachin and Duchess’s groomer, who also happened to be an angel named Yuuri Katsuki. In which Yuuri is a pet groomer and Viktor falls in love.
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Rec’d by anonymous: Sweetsilversub by phlintandsteel, Explicit, 71k When Katsuki Yuuri thinks about his life, he feels like maybe it should have the subtitle 'A Study In Contradictions’ after it. As he grows and learns more about himself though, he decides he’s willing to acknowledge that being a 'Work In Progress’ is ok too. Even if he struggles with uniting the 'online’ and 'in real life’ portions of himself, at least he’s got friends in both places who are willing to stick by him while he works shit out. And maybe more than friends, if the look in Victor’s eyes is anything to go by… How did this become his life!!?!?
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Rec’d by anonymous and @saecookie : A Lesson in Wanting by awesometinyhumanbeing, Not Rated, 12k Victor ties himself into a knot known as Katsuki Yuuri—in more ways than one—and they navigate their way to each other in a series of fits and starts, miscommunication, and Herculean pining.
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Rec’d by @flyingsuits-blog-blog: Take Hold by LavenderProse, Mature, 20k “I believe…” Yuuri says, pensive. “I believe that when you’re connected to another person so closely that you share a soul, it’s stupid to think that you wouldn’t feel it. How can you not recognize part of yourself when they’re standing right in front of you?” “That's…I…yes.” Viktor tries to untie his tongue, mouth suddenly arid. “You—I think you would know, yes.” Yuuri skates onto the ice and Viktor’s soul screams after him, Do you know? Can you see me? I’m here, I’m here.
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Rec’d by @snapdragon-princess : Like a Fairytale by lucycamui, Teen, 73k In which Prince Victor gets swept off his feet at a royal banquet and will go to any length to find his 'Cinderella’ Yuuri. (And Phichit is the fairy godmother who has no idea what he’s doing).
The liquid burned your throat as it went
down for the fifth time. You had decided to go out that night with Wanda since
it had been ages since you two had a girls night out. So there you were, in one
of the nicest clubs in New York, pouring down your throat the fifth tequila
shot of the night.
“You know, it doesn’t taste that
bad…” You mumbled looking at the little glass. “At least it doesn’t
after the third one” you added with a laugh.
“That’s because you’re wasted”
Wanda laughed leaning against the bar.
“There’s a chance I am… But maybe
I am not” you said with a frown. “I’m going to the bathroom” you
added getting up from your tool way too quickly, making everything spin.
“Wow…” You mumbled holding onto the bar.
“Were you saying?” Wanda laughed.
You showed her your middle finger as your stumbled towards the bathroom.
It had been a long time since you drank
so much. You had been too busy with the missions and all the Avengers stuff
going on at the moment. Plus, you were trying to get a degree at the NYU.
Summing up, you didn’t have much time for parties.
Luckily, you had a break from university
and for once there was no saving the world so Wanda talked you into changing
into something nicer than your onesie, putting on some make up and hitting the
So there you were, in line for the
bathroom of a club, seeing how the lights were too bright and confusing,
hearing laughs and drunken conversations all around you. You took out your
phone to check the time. 4 a.m.
With a sigh you opened the messages to
check if there was any but nothing new. Before you closed the app, Bucky’s name
came to your eyes, making you open the last conversation you had with him about
which movie you were watching that night.
You smiled at the memory of watching
Star Wars with him. He had been so amazed by the movie that watching him had
been more entertaining than the movie itself. Your remembered his eyes
completely focused on the screen, brighting, and his mouth partly opened in
surprise. He was too adorable. You ended up falling asleep over him that night
and he ended up taking you to bed once the movie was finished. The thought of
him carrying you in his strong arms still sent shivers down your body. Damn
“Sorry, are you coming in?”
You looked up from your phone to see that you were next.
“Oh yes! Sorry!” You exclaimed
with a smile before hurrying into the bathroom.
It wasn’t the first time something like
that happened to you. Getting lost in your memories of Bucky, day dreaming
about him, about how it would be to actually be with him. Not as a friend, but
as something more. Having him in your bedroom every night, whispering the
sweetest things in your ear until you fell asleep and waking up with his body
pressed against your back. Damn. You had it bad.
“Are you okay?” Wanda asked
when you came back from the bathroom.
“I need another shot” you
stated as you ordered two more.
“Amen sister” Wanda smiled
By the time you two were walking back to
the tower, you had to hold onto each other in order not to fall. Your head was
spinning, the lights were everywhere and you didn’t know where you were.
“I’m fucked, Wanda” you
“No. You’re drunk” she replied.
“Besides” you laughed.
“But I’m serious. I think I like Bucky” you confessed. You felt her
eyes on you.
“You what?” She asked.
“Don’t make me say it again”
“You should tell him” she
“You’re even more wasted than I
am” you laughed. “I can’t do that. We’re friends” you added.
“So? Vision and I were friends
too” she said with a small smile.
“That’s different-” you tried
to speak but she placed both of her hands on your mouth. “Mmmm!!”
“Don’t think about it” she said.
“Give me your phone” she added stretching out her hand. You frowned
confused but gave her your phone. Then you watched her as she dialed Bucky’s
“No!” You exclaimed jumping
over her but your drunken state caused you to fall on the floor.
“Hey Bucks!” Wanda suddenly
said. “I’m sorry I woke you up. But there’s someone here who has something
to tell you” she added. You covered your face and shook your head over and
over again. “How did you know it was (Y/N)?” She asked.
“Because that’s my phone you
moroon!” You exclaimed as you started laughing.
“Oh right” she mumbled.
“Anyway, we’re on our way home and she got to talk to you ASAP so yeah,
see you now” she added before hanging up and giving the phone back to you.
“That was probably the worst idea
ever” you laughed trying to get up from the ground.
“Was it?” She smirked.
“Who knows” you laughed
hooking your arms together as you two continued your way back home.
You didn’t even think about that call
since you were completely sure Bucky hadn’t paid attention and had gone back to
sleep. That’s why when you stepped out of the elevator and saw him leaning
against the back of the couch, facing the two of you, you almost tripped over
and fell again.
“I’m screwed” you mumbled
looking at him. Wanda started giggling by your side, causing you to do the
“Goodnight” she mumbled
stumbling towards the stairs.
“Hey there Summer Soldier!”
You exclaimed. He raised an eyebrow as he smiled. “Wrong season” you
added with a laugh. “Have you ever realised how shining New York is?”
You asked smiling.
“That’s what you wanted to tell
me?” He chuckled.
“But it is! Like your eyes when you
were watching Star Wars” you pointed out. He smiled a little.
“It was a good movie” he
“I know. I saw you- I mean, it! I
saw it. I saw the movie” you said taking off your heels, ending up on the
floor once again.
Immediately Bucky was by your side,
helping you up as you giggled. Since it was hard for you to stand, he picked
you up bridal style.
“This is nice” you said as he
carried you upstairs. “This is how you took me to bed the other day right?
I could get used to it” you smiled resting your head between his shoulder
and his neck. “Mmm…you’re so soft” you whispered against his
“Am I?” He whispered with
raspy voice this time. You nodded and planted a kiss on his neck making him
shiver. “You’re wasted” he commented.
“I’m okay” you mumbled closing
your eyes. Bad idea. The spinning got even worse. “You’re cute” you
added without thinking.
“What?” He laughed walking
into your room.
“You heard me” you replied as
he set you on your bed.
“You think I’m cute?” He asked
smiling down at you.
“Cute, hot, handsome, funny, nice,
lovely…” You started saying. He smiled kneeling down in front of you.
“You’re drunk” he said.
“Wow thank you” you rolled
your eyes. He laughed and made you lie down on your bed.
“You’re beautiful too” he
admitted sitting down next to you.
You looked at him and smiled before
sitting up slowly so you wouldn’t throw up. You two looked at each other before
you leaned in. He smiled but pressed his forehead against yours instead kissing
“You’re drunk. You will hate me in
the morning if I kiss you” he whispered.
“Drunk acts, sober thoughts”
you shrugged. He laughed.
“I’m sure that’s not the
quote” he smirked.
“So what?” You said.
Without giving him a chance to react,
you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him close to you until your lips
met. When he slipped his tongue in your mouth your head started spinning. You
didn’t even know if it was because of the alcohol or him, but it was completely
You laid down, taking him down with you
so he was hovering over you, with a hand on your waist and the other one by
“Wait…” He pulled away when
you tried to take his t-shirt off. “You’re drunk, (Y/N)” he said again.
“So what?” You frowned.
“We can’t. Not like this” he
sighed rubbing your face slowly.
“But I like you” you whispered
with a pout. He chuckled and pecked your lips.
“We’ll see if you feel the same way
in the morning” he said.
“I will” you replied.
He smiled and kissed your forehead
before getting off you. He covered you up and left your room after a while.
That was probably the hardest thing he had ever done. Walking away from you
when you had just confessed what he had been waiting to hear for so long. But
it wasn’t the right thing to do. Not when you were completely wasted. All he
could hope for was that you felt the same way in the morning. If you didn’t,
you would probably hate him.
Bucky didn’t get much asleep the rest of
the night. When the sun came through the window he forced himself to wake up
and go to the gym. He needed to clear his hear and wrap it around the
possibility of you changing your mind. He knew it would take you time to get
out of bed so he would need patience.
After spending an hour and a half in the
gym and after taking a long shower he went to the kitchen to have some
breakfast. Steve and Peter were already up and having breakfast in the living
room where Bucky joined them in silence.
“What happened last night?”
Peter asked sleepy. “I woke up and heard some noises” he
“I heard nothing” Steve
“Wanda and (Y/N) came completely
wasted” Bucky replied with a shrug.
“Today will be fun then” Peter
“So fucking funny Parker”
Bucky turned around when he heard your voice.
There you were, in your pyjamas, with
your make up ruined and your hair in a messy bun over your head. He gulped and
got up as you two locked eyes.
Despite your headache and how your body
was dying from hangover, you could remember the events from last night. You
could remember his lips, the heat of his body over yours, his smile, his touch,
his words and yours. Judging by the look on his eyes, he remembered them
Slowly, he walked over to you, like you
were a deer that could run away if he moved too fast. You bite your lip,
looking up at him, doubt in his eyes.
“So?” He mumbled. You shrugged
and took a tiny step towards him.
“Drunk actions, sober
thoughts” you said.
He smiled widely and placed a hand on
your hip to pull you closer.
“I like you too then” he
smiled before closing the distance between you two, kissing you again, with
more passion than last night, pulling you as close as he could until you two
needed air to keep on breathing. He placed his forehead on yours and smiled.
“Like a lot” he added making you chuckle.
“That’s not the quote, isn’t
it?” You heard Peter asking, making you laugh before kissing Bucky again.
Getting drunk, having the worst hangover of your life had turned out to be one
of the best thing you could have ever wished for.