A piece of art based on an idea for the Good Bend(y) AU that @whatisthisnonsense and I keep tossing back and forth, though I’ll be submitting this as an entry for the Chapter 2 fanart contest as well! :D
Please don’t reproduce this image without my permission!
A él me acerqué en septiembre,
creo que lo conocía del marzo anterior…
Diciembre trajo la soledad y su ausencia,
pero octubre fue lo más bonito a su lado,
No hubo febrero y cartas,
ni julio o marzo de abrazos con hojas…
Pasó noviembre de su sonrisa diaria,
y en enero lo pensaba más que nunca.
Mayo vendrá y la cicatriz alguna vez,
Y yo le pensaré tanto, incluso con la lluvia de agosto,
incluso con su santoral en abril…
Pese a que no llegamos ni a junio ni a nada…
I love that it’s canon that both Victor & Yuuri get jealous for each other. Yuuri got jealous when Victor was giving Chris more attention, and Victor got jealous when he mistook Yuuri for comparing him to an ex-lover called Chihoko.
FUN FACT: I save all of your Yuuri on ice drawings to my phone bc i get into depressive moods and ur art literally makes me so happy i feel better almost instantly I have like an album on my phone of just your drawings bc they that good 👌💙💕🖒
Summary: Dean underestimates your fighting skills.
Warnings: Brief cursing and sparring.
A/N: Hope you all enjoy this cute little idea I had :)
“But Sam…” Dean groans, sticking out his bottom lip.
Sam rolls his eyes. “No buts. Our hand to hand combat is rusty and we need to practice.”
“Can I watch?” Your soft, timid voice appears from the doorway. You’re a hunter, but you prefer to stick your head in countless books than get your hands dirty.
“Sure. You can watch me kick Sammy’s ass”, Dean boasts, flexing his arm muscles. You giggle as Sam’s expression turns into annoyance.
The two brothers square off, hands raised in position. You know Sam has an advantage- he’s taller, bigger, and more fit. But, Dean is clever and fast. It’s a pretty even match.
Dean, being as cocky as he is, charges first, trying to knock his younger brother on his back. Sam seems to predict this, and moves out of the way, causing Dean to stumble. After what seems like hours, Dean has Sam pinned underneath him.
Dean’s eyes proudly meet yours, giving you his signature wink.
Grumbling, Sam pushes his brother off of him. Dean hits the floor with an ‘oomf!’ and you can’t help but laugh. Dean stands up and brushes himself off before teasing Sam on his loss.
In the midst of taunting his brother, Dean almost doesn’t hear your soft voice.
“Can I try next?”
Both Sam and Dean look at you in disbelief. You’re over a foot shorter than either of the brothers and not muscularly built like them. Besides, you don’t ever take cases, and they take cases almost regularly.
Dean walks over to you, easily towering over you. “Alright, pipsqueak”, you narrow your eyes when he mentions the nickname, “who do you want to take on?”
“You.” Your answer seems to surprise him, after all, he did just beat Sam.
“Well alright sweetheart.” Dean allows you to get in position, a cocky smile on his lips. This will be a piece of cake (or pie, in Dean’s terms).
Sam signals you two to begin. Of course, Dean tries to use his much larger body and weight against you, and immediately charges you. You quickly duck and move out of the way, chuckling as Dean almost runs into a wall.
Anger fills Dean’s veins as he tries to land a punch on your jaw, but you simply dodge the hit. With Dean distracted, you land an uppercut on his lower jaw, crumpling him to the ground. You pin your weight against him, making sure to hold his arms and legs still.
“Looks like you lost, Deano.” Teasingly, you place a soft kiss where a bruise was forming from your hit before standing up, ignoring Sam’s open mouth stare as you walk out.
Sam looks over to Dean with wide eyes. He’s sitting up now, gently rubbing his swollen jaw with an awe stricken and admiring look in his eyes.
“Damn”, is all he can whisper out, feeling the mark tingle (and he knows its not just from the punch).