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The Significance of Stay Close to Me

EDIT: well it seems like the Japanese name for the skate is the same but in the translation, it’s changed. Take this meta whichever way you like, I decided to interpret it like this because of the available facts presented to me at the time. Have fun!

In episode 1, Viktor’s FS is named “Stay Close to Me” (at least the song was so I’m also assuming that’s the name of his skate). 

Sento una voce che piange lontano/I hear a voice crying far away
Anche tu sei stato forse abbandonato/Have you been abandoned as well?
Orsù finisca presto questo calice di vino/Come now, let’s empty this glass of wine soon
Inizio a prepararmi/I’ll start getting ready
Adesso fa’ silenzio/Now be silent.

Con una spada vorrei tagliare/With a sword I wish I could cut
Quelle gole che cantano d'amore/Those throats singing about love
Vorrei serrar nel gelo le mani /I wish I could seal in the cold the hands
Che esprimono quei versi d'ardente passione/That portray those verses of burning passion

Questa storia che senso non ha/This story that makes no sense
Svanirà questa notte assieme alle stelle/Will vanish tonight along with the stars

Se potessi vederti/If I could see you
Dalla speranza nascerà/From hope
L’eternità/Eternity will be born

Stammi vicino/Stay close to me
Non te ne andare/Don’t go
Ho paura di perderti/I’m afraid of losing you

Le tue mani, le tue gambe/Your hands, your legs
Le mie mani, le mie gambe/My hands, my legs
I battiti del cuore/The heartbeats
Si fondono tra loro/Are fusing together

Partiamo insieme/Let’s leave together
Ora sono pronto/Now I’m ready

Lyrics from http://yohao88.tumblr.com/post/151438830208/parry-repost-theme-from-victor

As established in many many metas before, the skate is about the singer pleading to his lover or someone special to stay by his side. The singer is lonely, looking for love, pleading desperately for it to the point where he wants to kill love because he’s afraid of losing it.

Viktor and Yuuri skates this separately. But its artfully synchronized with each other.

Viktor skated Stay Close to Me in episode one after meeting Yuuri. That’s after the banquet where Yuuri stole his heart dead drunk and doesn’t remember it.

Viktor’s skating because he’s calling out to Yuuri. And Yuuri? He’s unknowingly calling out Viktor with this skate as well. Yuuri was looking for something to continue skating again.

…..and Viktor answered.


Episode 12’s skate is the perfect end to the series because after all the drama and the build up, Viktor finally has Yuuri. He’s found the special someone from the first skate. Yuuri keeps Viktor and his career for one more year (or five).

Back to the lyrics,

Sento una voce che piange lontano/I hear a voice crying far away
Anche tu sei stato forse abbandonato/Have you been abandoned as well?
Orsù finisca presto questo calice di vino/Come now, let’s empty this glass of wine soon
Inizio a prepararmi/I’ll start getting ready
Adesso fa’ silenzio/Now be silent.

When the programme opens, Yuuri skates alone. The first verse of Stay Close to Me is kept, the singer is still lonely and yearning for his lover.

Stammi vicino/Stay close to me
Non te ne andare/Don’t go
Ho paura di perderti/I’m afraid of losing you

Then Viktor joins him at the chorus and they both skate together. The female singer also joins in at this point. They’re skating together.

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Le tue mani, le tue gambe/Your hands, your legs
Le mie mani, le mie gambe/My hands, my legs
I battiti del cuore/The heartbeats
Si fondono tra loro/Are fusing together

Partiamo insieme/Let’s leave together
Ora sono pronto/Now I’m ready

The angsty part about killing love has noticeably been cut and for good reason.

The singer is no longer lonely anymore because now he’s joined by his lover. They’re both telling each other to not leave because they’re both afraid of losing each other. They’re telling each other that no matter where they go, they’ll always be ready to go together.

And what do we have as the final scene? Yuuri has moved to Russia and probably lives with Viktor since he’s running with Makkachin.

Stay Close to Me is the song that provides the narrative for Victuuri’s romance up to this point. It’s masterfully altered to have different meanings at the start and end of the series. It showed off how they both fell in love and ultimately got together in the end, promising each other that they’ll always be together.

It’s so, so beautiful.

Stay Close to me and the “banquet verses”

 ANALYSIS ABOUT THE “BANQUET VERSES” IN STAY CLOSE TO ME FROM YUURI ON ICE

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I was listening Stay close to me (Again ahahahah I’m obsessed with this song) and suddenly I noticed a thing…

 As I said in my previous post, and as it was confirmed by Kubo-sensei, This song is related and represents Viktuuri relationship

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 but there were these sentence in the lyrics I was never abled to understand plenty…until now 

These:

“Orsù finisca presto questo calice di vino/Come now, let’s empty this glass of wine soon
Inizio a prepararmi/I’ll start getting ready
Adesso fa’ silenzio/Now be silent.”

And

“Questa storia che senso non ha/This story that makes no sense

Svanirà questa notte assieme alle stelle/Will vanish tonight along with the stars

(Btw between these lines there is also the part in which the singer refuse the love)

Previously, when I made the first analysis, I had not enough information…

 "Why should Viktor sing about the end of a love story, if he hasn’t met Yuuri yet?“ 

 This was the kind of question I made myself… but listening this song now, after episode 10, everything is clear.

I think Viktor in this few verses was singing about the banquet… 

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He was telling us about a single night, a party night in which there is wine, alcohol

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and people celebrate

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and specifically THE END OF THIS SINGLE NIGHT.

A night in which for the first night he experimented something as love and life.

 So he speaks with his lover, directly… 

he know that the banquet has to end. (Come now, let’s empty this glass of wine soon)

He know that has to prepare himself to the end of this night.( I’ll start getting ready ) 

After that there are the verse of reluctance, in which he doesn’t accept the love…(  With a sword I wish I could cut  Those throats singing about love…) 

 And in the end we have the dramatic truth: This love will end with the sun’s rising. ( This story that makes no sense  Will vanish tonight along with the stars)

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But Viktor suddenly doesn’t accept it..

 he call his lover, he is waiting for him… he want to see him another time, so they together can fulfil their story ( If I could see you From hope Eternity will be born )

Important is the fact that in the duet version These Verse are not included… there is no more the horrible fear of losing their love with the end of the night

For this VIKTOR WITH THIS EXIBITION was dancing for Yuuri, He was calling him, was asking him for a chance, 

to dance again together, 

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to experiment life together

 

to fall in love together…again. 

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And Yuuri skating on Stay Close to me was responding to his call…unconsciously 

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HAVE YOU NOTICED?

In Aria: “Stay close to me” in its single version we have one text:

I hear a voice crying far away
Have you been abandoned as well?
Come now, let’s empty this glass of wine soon
I’ll start getting ready
Now be silent.

With a sword I wish I could cut
Those throats singing about love
I wish I could seal in the cold the hands
That portray those verses of burning passion

This story that makes no sense
Will vanish tonight along with the stars

If I could see you
From hope
Eternity will be born

Stay close to me
Don’t go
I’m afraid of losing you

Your hands, your legs
My hands, my legs
The heartbeats
Are fusing together

Let’s leave together
Now I’m ready

But in its Duet version, text is a bit different:

I hear a voice crying far away
Have you been abandoned as well?
Come now, let’s empty this glass of wine soon
I’ll start getting ready
Now be silent.

(the missing piece of text)

Stay close to me
Don’t go
I’m afraid of losing you

Your hands, your legs
My hands, my legs
The heartbeats
Are fusing together

Let’s leave together
Now I’m ready

SEE? The piece of suffering in this aria is missed in the duet version, because they are happy together. And it’s not needed to suffer more.

i am done.

Just thoughts.

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Stay close to me / Stammi vicino

LYRICS

Sento una voce che piange lontano
Anche tu sei stato forse abbandonato
Orsù finisca presto questo calice di vino
Inizio a prepararmi
Adesso fa’ silenzio
Con una spada vorrei tagliare
Quelle gole che cantano d'amore
Vorrei serrar nel gelo le mani
Che esprimono quei versi d'ardente passione
Questa storia che senso non ha
Svanirà questa notte assieme alle stelle
Se potessi vederti
Dalla speranza nascerà
L'eternità
Stammi vicino
Non te ne andare
Ho paura di perderti
Le tue mani, le tue gambe
Le mie mani, le mie gambe
I battiti del cuore
Si fondono tra loro
Partiamo insieme
Ora sono pronto

ENGLISH

I hear a voice crying far away
Have you been abandoned as well?
Come now, let’s empty this glass of wine soon
I’ll start getting ready
Now be silent
With a sword I wish I could cut
Those throats singing about love
I wish I could seal in the cold the hands
That portray those verses of burning passion
This story that makes no sense
Will vanish tonight along with the stars
If I could see you
From hope
Eternity will be born
Stay close to me
Don’t go
I’m afraid of losing you
Your hands, your legs
My hands, my legs
The heartbeats
Are fusing together
Let’s leave together
Now I’m ready

ESPAÑOL

Siento una voz que solloza a lo lejos
Acaso has sido abandonado?
Ven ahora, terminemos esta copa de vino
Comenzaré a prepararme
Ahora que el silencio permanece
Con una espada desearía cortar
Esas gargantas que cantan sobre amor
Ojalá pudiera sellar en el frío las manos
Que expresan estos versos de ardiente pasión
Esta historia no tiene sentido
Se desvanecerá esta noche junto con las estrellas
Si tan sólo pudiera verte
De la esperanza nacería
La eternidad
Quedate a mi lado
No te vayas
Tengo miedo de perderte
Tus manos, tus piernas
Mis manos, mis piernas
Nuestros latidos
Se están fusionando uno con el otro
Vámonos juntos
Ahora que estoy listo

A Shared Victory

Inspired by this sketch of Jack in the beanie and Bitty in his cap where Jack looks so in love oh my god you guys I can’t….


Bitty clears the plates from the dining room table, stacking them on top of each other so he can carry them in one hand and the empty wine glasses in the other.

It’s just the two of them. Two plates. Two sets of silverware. Two glasses. But that doesn’t stop Jack from being impressed by the ease of which Bitty carries them.

He can just add that to the list.

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stay close to me is viktor’s perspective on his love for yuuri.

I hear a voice crying far away
Have you been abandoned as well?

this is viktor seeing yuuri walk away from him after he won the GPF.
Come now, let’s empty this glass of wine soon
I’ll start getting ready

viktor drinking with yuuri and quickly falling for him.
Now be silent
With a sword I wish I could cut
Those throats singing about love

viktor wanting yuuri’s love.
I wish I could seal in the cold the hands
That portray those verses of burning passion
viktor wanting to ease yuuri’s anxiety and slight fear of him, and wants him to express the love that he had during the banquet

This story that makes no sense

Will vanish tonight along with the stars

viktor being confused why he has no romantic response from yuuri when he meets him, and then truly falling for the real yuuri
If I could see you

From hope

explaining how he falls for yuuri while he didn’t have any hope because he didn’t have his 2 Ls (life and love)
Eternity will be born
Stay close to me
Don’t go

needing yuuri to have his two L words and not wanting to lose him because,, well,, hE GODDAMN LOVES HIM
I’m afraid of losing you
Your hands, your legs
My hands, my legs

probably talking about them kissing,, sTeamy,,
The heartbeats

Are fusing together

him absolutely needing to be with yuuri
Let’s leave together

HE’S GOING TO LEAVE THE SKATING WORLD FOR YUURI.
Now I’m ready

THEY ARE LEAVING TO GET MARRIED. VIKTOR’S READY TO LIVE A LIFE OF LIVE AND LOVE WITH YUURI.

THEY’RE GOING TO GET MARRIED. THEY WON’T BREAK UP. (but i’m broken)

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Victor’s FS song Episode 1- Stay Close To Me 

English Lyrics 

I hear a voice crying far away 

Have you been abandoned as well? 

Come now, let’s empty this glass of wine soon

I’ll start getting ready

Now be silent.

With a sword I wish I could cut

Those throats singing about love

I wish I could seal in the cold the hands

That portray those verses of burning passion

This story that makes no sense

Will vanish tonight along with the stars
If I could see you

From hope

Eternity will be born

Stay close to me

Don’t go

I’m afraid of losing you

Your hands, your legs

My hands, my legs

The heartbeats

Are fusing together

Let’s leave together

Now I’m ready


A man sings this to a man. Remember how Yuri said Victor has his songs made? Well, this is the reason Victor decided to be Yuuri’s coach :) Because Yuuri was skating to this song as well and had the same expression as Victor. Victor felt his loneliness because he was just as lonely.

We will cry at the end of this series and not because of a tragedy but because of something so beautiful we never seen before. 

“ I hear a voice crying far away
Have you been abandoned as well? ”

Be my coach, Victor!!!

“ Come now, let’s empty this glass of wine soon
I’ll start getting ready
Now be silent. ”

Oh Yuuri u so drunk, put that champagne down

“This story that makes no sense

Will vanish tonight along with the stars “

You won’t remember this

Request (anon): Seb is not that into wedding planning as the reader?

A/N: I had to slightly change the request. I feel like Seb’s the ‘give his girl the wedding of her dreams’ kinda guy, but that he would most definitely be helpful in the process. So, instead, he’s just too tired to be as helpful as usual? Either way, hope you guys like it

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Attempting to keep his focus, Sebastian reaches forward for his nearly empty glass of wine. As he finishes it off, he realizes the drink might not mix well with his exhaustion.

In all honesty, he is not quite certain what the exact topic of conversation is but he knows it is surrounding a wedding. His wedding to be exact. After a sixteen hour day, including a flight home after a day of press, Sebastian was ready to crawl into his bed. A bed he hasn’t laid down in for three months. Yet, he finds himself seated at a table in a crowded restaurant trying to make sense of the different flower arrangements being thrown around.

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Peter sips his wine, having found a quiet corner to observe. Quiet might be the wrong word, the music is bleeding through the walls, loud and thumping. He’s not even in the same room as the speakers but he can feel them, the bass thrumming through his bones. It’s a wonder these children won’t go deaf before they’re twenty.

In his quiet corner, he watches the teens converse and dance and wonders what he’s doing here. He imagines Derek is in a similar corner, looming apologetically and scaring those nearby. Logically, Peter knows that he’s here because Stiles wanted pack at his eighteenth birthday party. The real question is why Peter actually came.

He drifts from the reception room, heading for the garden. It’s quieter out here, the night taking on an unusual chill that has driven most indoors. He leaves his empty wine glass on the metal garden table. The night air smells like honeysuckle and has a frozen sharpness about it. 

He hears the clink of a beer bottle being placed on concrete. Smells burnt sugar and sea salt. Follows the scent to the darkest corner of the garden, already knowing who he might find hiding amongst the roses. Stiles is lying on the edge of the grass, staring up at the night sky. Liquid amber eyes glimmer in the fairy lights that are strung above him. 

“What’s the birthday boy doing out here all alone?” Peter asks, leaning over so that Stiles has no choice but to look at him. Stiles wets his bottom lip. 

“Thinking.”

“About what?”

“Everything. Nothing.”

Peter flicks Stiles on the nose. Affectionately. Stiles wrinkles his nose in protest, sitting up slowly. Peter sits down on the grass beside him, watching the way Stiles stares down at his hands, nimble fingers trailing along the blades.

“You know,” Stiles says, eyes flicking up to look at Peter, “I didn’t think I’d make it to eighteen. I thought I was going to die several times over, figured a hunter would put a bullet in me or the monster of the week would rip me apart. Now I’m old enough to vote.” 

Stiles rips a few blades of grass out of the ground, lets them flutter down. 

“I imagine if you had died then you would have been brought back,” Peter says. It’s meant to be flippant. An throwaway comment on the supernatural proclivities of Beacon Hills. 

It’s not. 

Stiles smiles. It’s small, genuine, like the early morning sun peaking through the curtains. To Peter, there is nothing about Stiles that isn’t radiant. 

“I would be brought back hmm.”

Peter smirks, tempted not to give Stiles that satisfaction. He could simply stand up, walk away and leaving Stiles wanting. It is such a tempting thought. Peter is good at waiting, has perfect patience and knows the value of delayed gratification. 

Alternatively, there is nothing to stop him simply taking. 

The first press of lips is chaste and sweet. Designed to be gentle, prove that he can be. 

The next is hungry.

Ravenous.

Devouring.

Peter tears at Stiles shirt, desperate to get to the skin beneath. Stiles lets him, nails raking down Peter’s back. Peter tastes arousal, sweet on his tongue; presses his face into Stiles neck and sucks a mark so dark that no one will mistake it for a claim of ownership. 

They rest their foreheads together, breathing into each others mouths, lips close enough to touch but not quite. 

“Let’s get out of here,” Stiles murmurs. Peter couldn’t agree more.

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Miraculous Winter Sonata AU.

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The first thing Lila saw when she stepped into the apartment was Felix slumped over the kitchen island, hair disheveled, an empty wine-stained glass in one hand and a bottle in the other. Her heartbeat quickened. “Honey?”

The bottle knocked against the glass. “No more,” Felix said.

Lila dropped her purse on the couch and rushed to his side. “Felix, what’s wrong?” 

He turned his head slowly and grinned at her. “Nothing.” The bottle slipped out of his hand. It hit the marble counter with a thud. “Oh shit.” He giggled to himself. “Dropped the wine.”

“That’s okay.” Lila righted the bottle and pushed it away from him. “How about we get you to bed, huh?”

He laid his flushed forehead on her shoulder. “Are you coming with me?” He let go of the empty glass to wrap both arms around her waist. “Please come with me. I don’t want to be alone right now.”

Lila rubbed soothing circles into his back. “Why not?”

He shook his head. “Come with me.”

“I will.” Lila fought to keep the panic out of her voice. “Can you tell me what’s going on?”

“I thought it was just a dream,” Felix said. He held her a little tighter. “It’s not real. Can’t be real. It isn’t real.” His shoulders shook. “Tell me it isn’t real.” His fingers curled into the fabric of her dress. “Please.”

Lila held onto him. The shock and the worry faded from her face, leaving behind an expression of unnatural calm. “It’s all right,” she whispered. She turned her head and kissed his feverish temple. “Everything is going to be all right.”

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peace and love [indeed]

notes | So you should just expect lots of holiday themed snowbarry because I’m a sucker for Christmas and if ever I were to get married, I feel it would be a christmas themed wedding :)

titlepeace and love [indeed]


Caitlin’s wearing a thinning smile when he catches sight of her across the room, her gaze pinched and one finger tapping against a nearly empty glass of wine and it’s enough to prompt Barry to excuse himself from his conversation and make his way across the crowd. She’s standing with Cisco and Iris, who are chatting animatedly about Pride and Prejudice and Zombies (when they discovered their shared interest in the zombie-fied versions of classic literature, he’s choosing not to learn more about) looking ready to walk right out the door when slots himself into the peripheral of her personal space, wearing his warmest smile. “Refill?” he asks, light and almost laughing at the way she doesn’t even startle at his sudden appearance. 

She’s so used to him just being there, always almost a little too close, appearing at her side that it doesn’t even phase her. It’s a warm feeling, knowing you fit into someone’s life so effortlessly that they just come to expect it, as steady a constant as breathing. “Anything to get away from this conversation,” she breathes, grateful and suddenly smiling again, her dark eyes far more merry than they’d appeared a few minutes ago. 

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You unlocked the door to you and elijah’s shared house , stepping inside you look around the room suspiciously, empty wine glasses were on the floor and the couch was somehow turned upside down. You shook all negative thoughts from your head and made your way upstairs “Elijah must be having a bad day and needed a drink” you though to yourself , you opened the door to elijah’s office to be greeted by the most amazing sight ever, your boyfriend on top of a nearly naked Hayley, both in the midst of a heated make out session. “Thank you” you whispered tears streaming down your face, both elijah and Hayley got up quickly to find you staring at them with so much hate. “Thank you so much Hayley” you said again smiling through your tears “Y/N-” “NO elijah , let me thank her for showing me who you really are, a lying cheating son of a bitch that obviously thought that all i did to him wasn’t enough” “Let me explain-” “It isn’t fair you know , i gave up everything to be with you and this is what i get, im done here” you said leaving the room despite his pleads and vowing to never come back again.

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A short, painfully fluffy blurb co-written by my darling @verryberryharry x

“Harrrryyy?”

You turn, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. He smiles, emitting a nasally laugh.

“Yes, baby?”

“I think I’m drunk.”

Harry full on laughs this time; adjusting himself on the couch to wrap his arms around you. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah… Sorry…”

Your empty wine glass sits on the table next to his nearly-empty one. He smiles, kissing your forehead softly. “Nooo, don’t worry about it. I like it. S'cute.”

“YOU’RE cute,” you say, grinning widely and kissing his neck.

His fingers trace lightly through your hair, causing shivers to run down your spine. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. The cutest.”

Harry bumps his nose lightly against yours. “Says who?”

You kiss his smile and it only widens, his dimple appearing and disappearing just as quickly as it arrives. “Says me,” you say quietly.

“Well,” he says, pausing to kiss you softly again. “You’re wrong.”

“I’m never wrong.” Kiss.

Your tongue traces lightly against his bottom lip and you can feel his smile deepen. “S'that so?” He says.

You nod and can only manage a hum in response. You aren’t necessarily kissing, but your lips continuously brush against one another’s and your eyes flutter closed every time you feel his nose bump yours.

Harry sighs softly into the kiss. “You’re an angel,” he murmurs against your mouth. “But I think we should get you to sleep soon, hm?”

Your face twists up into a pout that makes him smile and bump his nose against yours once more. “I don’t wannaaa,” you whine, scooting a bit closer to him. “Wanna snuggle.”

He smiles. “We can snuggle in bed, mm? C'mon.”

You whine like a child and he giggles as he stands up. “C'mon,” he repeats, extending his hand down to you. “Lets go. Up.”

“Ooooh,” you say, wiggling your eyebrows. “I like when you’re all demanding with me.”

He rolls his eyes but the smirk on his face does not go unnoticed. “You think y'so cute,” he says quietly, more to himself than to you.

You take his hand and pull yourself to your feet, accidentally losing balance and stumbling against him. You slam into his body, feeling his plush tummy against your own while his big hands work to steady you. He giggles out an “Easy, love.”

You ignore the stumble, smiling as seductively as you can manage back up at him. “Y'wanna know a secret?” You purr.

“Tell me,” he says. He keeps one hand on your shoulder to keep you steady and the other goes up to push a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I think… I like…” And then you stop yourself. The alcohol is making your thoughts swim and everything is fuzzy and glowing around the edges– including his face. Your bottom lip finds its way between your teeth, and his nose wrinkles up.

“What, baby?” He asks, twirling the same strand of your hair around his finger.

“I want you to… I mean… I think…” Your face is growing redder by the second and the way he’s smirking at you is sobering you up a bit. At least that’s how it feels.

His hands make their way to your neck, bringing his face nearer to yours. “Hmm,” he hums pressing his nose to yours once more, “Spill it, bug, don’t leave me hanging.”

You hesitate, deciding that it has to come out sooner or later. And you ARE drunk, so what the hell. You take a deep breath and let it all out at once; eyes squeezed shut in fear of his reaction.

“Youshouldtiemeupsometime okay anyways I’m really sleepy let’s GO GO GO,” you say, grabbing his hand and tugging towards the doorway.

He doesn’t budge. Of course he doesn’t. He stays firmly planted, and you’re tugged back immediately when you try to walk away. When you turn to look at him, you can’t even meet his eyes.

But he’s smirking and god, you feel like you could faint. Did you actually just tell him that?

One hand comes up to play with his bottom lip as he stares at you in awe. “Really?”

“No I was kidding,” you say quickly, still not meeting his eye. “It was nothing. I’m… It’s fine. We’re fine. Lets go snuggle.”

But still he doesn’t budge. In fact, his voice remains still and smooth. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“It’s WEIRD, HARRY.. it’s a weird thing to think about so… just… Nevermind please forget it because I’m…. I don’t know why I told you. I’m sorry. It’s dumb.” You’re blushing, avoiding eye contact as much as possible, but his hold on you won’t let up.

“You think about this… You want me to tie you up one day? Nice and tight?” He asks with a grin, tugging your wrist tightly.

You’re still avoiding eye contact, even though you can feel his eyes practically burning holes into you. You stutter through an explanation. “Yes…. I mean… kind of. Yes. Sorry. Its weird, huh? Forget I told you.”

But Harry is not going to forget. He makes that very clear when you feel him grip one of your hands in his and guide it down against the growing bulge in his pants. He gives you a moment to process the feeling beneath your fingers before he speaks. “Does it feel like I think it’s weird, baby?” He leans forward, nudging your nose one more time and pressing his lips to yours. “S'not weird. Just wish you’d told me sooner.”

He presses his lips to yours gently, with a soft kiss that you know has the potential to lead to more. You stay there for a while, allowing his tongue to explore between your lips gently until you can’t help but whine.

He smiles the minute he hears the noise, pulling away just a bit but pushing his forehead against yours. “C'mon, love,” he says quietly. “We’ve still got to get you in bed.”

You allow him to pull away softly, interlacing his fingers with yours and tugging you behind him as he walks towards his room. “But this is like… a drunk confession,” you say. “I’m gonna be embarrassed tomorrow but like… God Harry, I think about this a lot. And you don’t… like…think it’s weird?”

He doesn’t turn back to look at you as he walks, but you can hear the smile on his face when he talks. “Wish I could show you how… not weird I think it is. You’ve got me proper hard, don’t you? Reckon it’ll last till the morning, won’t it?”

You arrive in his bedroom stumbling over your apologizes and offers to help him out with his ‘situation’ and he lazily flips the light switch on. He lets go of your hand, turning to face you and ignoring your jumbled sentences. He mumbles a quick, “Stay,” before going to rummage through one of his drawers for a t-shirt for you.

You don’t say anything as he searches through the drawers, but it isn’t an awkward silence. Not to him at least. You, on the other hand, know he’s still thinking about it. And you’re dying to know what he’s thinking.

He arrives in front of you once again with a grey t-shirt in his hands. “Lift,” he instructs for you to reach up while he gently pulls your blouse from you in exchange for his shirt. “Are you sure you’re ready for it?” He muses while pulling the shirt over your arms. “Can be frustrating, yeah?”

“YES YES I’D BE FINE I THINK,” you respond once your head pops through the neck of the t-shirt. He smiles, and he can’t help but kiss your forehead; you’re his cute, drunken little bug asking to be tied up and it’s destroying him inside. You let out a yawn that’s long and deep and he’s zoned into your eyelashes, pressing soft sleepy pecks to each.

Minutes later, as sleep is soon to take him over, he’s whispering promises of the morning into your skin. Pinching your sides whenever you whine. Muttering, “Stop tha’.. s'gonna feel good for both of us.”

You, still his little ball of energy to his side, can’t stop squirming under him. “Keep squirmin’ an’ I’ll tie you up to the headboard right now.”

“HARRY N-”

“Shhh”

There’s a moment of silence in which you let out a frustrated little sigh, trying to stay as still as possible for him. After a while, however, you have to speak.

“Harry?”

“Yes, my love?”

“I’m sorry I made you hard. That’s a jerk move, huh?”

“Mm-mm. Love the feeling.. s'how I’m gonna feel tomorrow morning too, baby.”

“OH.. oh.. so this is a done deal. It’s happening. Real life. True life: My Boyfriend Ties Me Up with His Silk Gucci Scarves.”

He lets out a high pitched laughing hum and leans in closer to you, “Oh baby.. like I’d ever put those in danger of ripping.” He pauses briefly to kiss your mouth. “You’re going to be good for me in the morning? Just like you are now, sleeping snuggled next to me just how I asked.”

“Mhm. I’m good. I’ll be good for you,” you say rubbing your nose against his cheek, kissing ever so softly. Next thing you feel is his warm, minty breath on your neck, lightly grazing his stubble back and forth.

“Let’s go to sleep, my sweet girl. It’s time now.”

“But I’m not sleepy,” you say, mid-yawn. He smiles, pulling you a bit closer.

“F'course you’re not. But you are a bit drunk, love. And if you don’t sleep now, you’re gonna be grumpy in the morning. And we definitely can’t have that, can we?”

Your face twists into a pout. “I won’t be grumpy. I’m never grumpy.”

He chuckles. “All m'saying is you need to rest up for tomorrow, mm? Gonna have a busy morning.”

Your stomach flutters at his words and he kisses your head as if to finish his sentence. “Goodnight, princess,” he whispers. “M'glad you told me.”

And though you may not exactly remember it in the morning, he knows he will. And he struggles to fall asleep while lying in anticipation of the morning that awaits you.

He loves you. He loves you with everything in him. And moments later, when he feels the soft rise and fall of your chest and hears the slow, stuffy breathing coming from your slightly parted lips, he thanks his lucky stars that you’re his. His to love. His to tie up and make feel good. And that he is lucky enough to be the first person you’ve ever told about this.

He loves you a lot. And nothing is going to change that.

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Love is Not over Pt.4

Guess who’s baaack ? miss me ? no ? … okay … 

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Originally posted by chan-lay

You sat there, hours after everyone left and the house went silence and gray again, pointlessly reminiscing on every little thing that lead you here. Alone with a half empty wine glass, having lost count of how many you’ve had till this point until you reached for the bottle and found it drained. Yoongi left with them, despite everyone being just as drunk as you are right now, they decided to go for a second round somewhere else. The mood in the house wasn’t really the festive one and Yoongi refused to kill their buzz, especially not on the group’s anniversary.

You heard the door unlock, not bothering to look up at him, as you stared aimlessly at the glass reflecting the only light you had on. What time was it even ? To be honest you didn’t care, you let out a long held sigh when Yoongi finally stood in front of you. Alcohol seeping from him, or was it you ?

“ Y/N ?” He whispered, Yoongi was just as scared as you were at that moment. You both knew what was coming. You both lost. The tear that had been idly clouding your vision for long finally streamed down and you looked up at him feigning a smile.

“ Yoongi-ah … Can you sit down please ?” You spoke quietly, trying to not put any pressure on your voice, you didn’t want it to crack and betray you. You needed to be strong for one last time. One last time.

“ Why are you still awake at this hour ? And … are you drunk ? Let’s talk tomorrow when you-”

Yoongi … Please, just, do it.” You interrupted him, closing your eyes for a second. One last time. Having no other choice, and knowing how hard-headed you were, he dragged the chair back and sat down in front of you. His posture was pitiful, head down and a saddened smile on his lips, you couldn’t look at him anymore. Not when you were the one to break him. Well, you broke each other. He hurt you, that was sure, but you weren’t mad. You blamed yourself just as much.

“You … You are what’s wrong with me ” His words echoed in your brain when he looked up at you, meeting your teary eyes as they glistered under the kitchen light. You looked away, ashamed, gulping down what was left in your glass. Maybe it would give you courage.

“ Stop ” Yoongi reached for the glass taking it away from you “ Is it because I forgot your birthday ?” He sighed, putting the cup on the table then leaning back against the chair again “ I just been really bus-”

“ I’m not a child, Yoongi ” You chuckled bitterly “ That’s not what I’m mad about … I’m not mad at all but … I have something to say.”

“ Y/N, let’s not do this” He pleaded, his head hurt too much and everything around him was spinning into a chaotic mess, he didn’t want this to be over. Although he knew he did nothing to stop it from falling apart. Because he was too scared. “ I’ll do better, I promise, I’ll really do better ”

“ It’s not up to you. This whole thing is not because of you ” You took a deep breath smiling again, more for him than for yourself, “ I want a divorce, Yoongi, I can’t keep this up ”

Yoongi stood up abruptly, the loud crashing of his chair to the ground startling you “ No !” He sounded more sober, like the word pulled him right out of his state “ I won’t … Never … How could you ask that of me ?”

“ Well then, go have an affair or something ” You said nonchalantly, pretending the words didn’t cut you up inside, you had to do this. For him. “ I’ll raise like it’s my own, just … just do something so I don’t feel like such a worthless existence next to you ”

“ You are not worthless ” He took a step forwards and you stood up, avoiding getting caught in your emotions, avoiding to look at him “ Y/N, please, you know how much I love you ”

“ The one thing you wanted most … The one thing … I can’t give to you.” You shrugged again wiping your tears “ I am worthless. Just let me go, Yoongi.”

Yoongi stared at you for what felt like eternity, in complete silence. You felt cornered and small under his gaze, exposed, but you had to do it. For him you kept repeating.

“ I can’t stand living with you anymore. Just let me go ” Even if it meant hurting him.

“ You don’t mean that, Y/N, I know you don’t ” No, I don’t. “ Please don’t do this ”

“ Then don’t make me do it. I don’t even feel like I am living with you anymore and it’s pushing my limits. I don’t love you anymore ” Even if it meant hurting him.

“ Is it really what you want ?” He sighed in defeat, he wouldn’t make you stay, deep down something told him you were putting up an act but the poison in your voice was too real to ignore. Yoongi knew he wasn’t all that innocent, the way he acted towards you. He was too scared. Always to scared to make the wrong move. To break you. So he made none. Which ended in the same results. He felt too guilty.

“ Never wanted anything more than this ” His heart sunk but it was more painful to you, much more painful.

“ I’m leaving tomorrow, I will go visit my mom for a week … Maybe even more. I already signed the papers ” You sighed “ Days ago ”

“ We are really doing this ? ” So soon ? He thought he would at least have time. You stepped towards him, taking his hands in yours. He always felt warm, you always loved his touch. And probably always will.

“ I had a good life with you, Yoongi ” You smiled, hugging him “ I really did. Thank you for all those years ”

“ Then why are you leaving me ?” Yoongi was stiff in your embrace, maybe a little too stiff, his voice deepened like he was holding back his tears. He was never one to show his feelings especially to strangers.

“ For your own good, for my own good ” You buried your face in his neck, taking in his cologne for the last time even disrupted by the scent of alcohol he still smelled like the safest thing in the world. As weird as it sounds.

“ Y/N ”

“ Goodnight, Yoongi ” Goodbye.

A/N : FINALLY, exams are done today. As a reward for myself I decided to write something even if just a short drabble so here we are. I’m sorry it took me sooooo long to update. I know I’m always apologizing … haha … I don’t know why you even put up with my shit Anyways, I hoped you liked it <3 love you all and thank you for waiting.