I can’t explain how much I want a 21st century Star Trek au where Kirk still lives in Iowa and it’s like “holy shit aliens just literally landed in my cornfield I can’t believe my life became a bad episode of x-files”
have you guys ever just….. stared at yuuri? like just looked at him and think about how beautiful and great he is? like love of my life right here. his eyes? perfect. smile? could cure my depression. hair? most likely soft as hell, would run my hands through them for hours. like… just look at him, holy shit, he is an angel sent to earth
description: It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook.
The slight tremble in Jimin’s fingertips developed into a
full-blown tremor as he closed the door to his studio, effectively leaving you
behind — but it wasn’t that simple. It wasn’t that simple because he wasn’t just
leaving you behind. He was leaving you behind with a guy that you were
completely in love with… Which kind of blowed considering he was starting to
fall for you himself.
The music from the party was reverberating inside of his
chest and he knew that his ears should be ringing with anger, but instead he
just felt numb. It was like he
couldn’t hear anything; no music, no crowd, nothing.
It was all one giant blur that didn’t seem to make sense to him, and all
because his mind was screaming that nothing else mattered right now — nothing
except for you.
Jimin knew very well what leaving you in that room with
Jungkook meant. It meant every single feeling that the two
of you had ever had for each other would inevitably rekindle, and compared to what Jimin had with you,
even if he did consider it one of most amazing stints of time of his entire
life, it didn’t hold a candle to what you and Jungkook had, and probably always would have.
For some reason all I can imagine is when Combeferre admits to Courfeyrac that he likes him, Courf is so surprised and nervous and so didn’t see that coming that he just jazz hands away backwards and into a different room so he can hyperventilate ecstatically in peace and Combeferre is just bemused like that did not go as expected
andreil pda around the foxes pleaseee my soul needs it
my marvelous anon, i am here to grant thine request, with a small side of accidental lowkey renison. enjoy <3. also on AO3.
He did it. He actually did it. After months of constant warnings and threats, Wymack finally followed through.
Neil can do nothing but stare at the flyer in his hand, mildly in fear and majorly in shock. A mere thirty seconds prior, Wymack had stormed out of his office brandishing this piece of paper like both a white flag and a declaration of war. He had paused just inside the lounge, making sure to gather everyone’s attention, before striding over to Neil and shoving the flyer in his face.
“This is for last weekend,” Wymack had said. “I already—don’t give me that look, you know exactly what the fuck I’m talking about. I already signed you up. It starts at 8:00 AM on Saturday, and unless you want your ass glued to the bench for the rest of the season, I suggest you be there.” He had then turned back around and disappeared into the hallway, leaving a room full of confused and curious Foxes in his wake.
A full minute passes before chaos breaks out and everyone starts moving at once. Various forms of “What the hell?” can be heard from all corners of the room. Neil blinks as the flyer is yanked out of his hand. He looks up to see Andrew, his eyes scanning the paper. Andrew looks up at him, and Neil’s heart nearly explodes because this look on his face, it looks like the honest-to-god beginnings of a smile. And sure, it’s at Neil’s expense, but he would embarrass the fuck out of himself at every turn if this was his reward. Andrew moves to hand the paper back to Neil.
“Okay, seriously,” Kevin huffs out with impatience as he pushes through his teammates. He snags the flyer away from Andrew who couldn’t be bothered to stop him. Kevin reads aloud, “The Annual Hilton Head Island Marathon…a MARATHON? Really, Neil?! Is this a joke?”
“I don’t know, Kevin,” says Andrew, his voice taking on the persona of a kindergarten teacher. “Did it look like a joke to you?”
Kevin’s only response is to scowl and shove the flyer into Neil’s chest. “This better not affect your performance at our game on Friday. You don’t get to take it easy just because you have to run 26.2 miles the next day.”
By the time Kevin has stormed out of the building, the rest of the Foxes have commenced their team wide freak out.
“Seriously?! He actually came through on that threat?” Dan is caught halfway between being genuinely worried and dying of laughter.
“Neil…bro…what the fuck…” Matt says from somewhere on his left, placing a consoling hand lightly on his shoulder.
“Oh my god, Neil. We have to be there. I have to witness this historic moment. You finally get to put your insane running habits into practice,” Allison is rambling from across the room.
“Wait, what was Wymack talking about ‘last weekend’? What did you do?” Asks Nicky, unaccustomed to being out of the loop.
me: holy shit are you seeing this? this angel? are you seeing this angel bless our earth? are you seeing how beautiful and radiant he is? can you believe that the sun has just come down to earth in the form of this man? wow. i’m so grateful right now. this is the best day of my life. thank you
That was a really good episode, in that I think it may have taken several years off my life. Matt is so much more menacing when he can stand at the table!
[image: Matt as Vecna casting a Finger of Death spell at Pike; everyone is freaking out and Travis has physically jumped in front of Ashley]
Cursed Images burned on my eyeballs: the twins hugging when it looked like they were both gonna permadie, everybody’s faces whenever Vecna targeted Pike with a permakill spell, Sam talking about how Taryon is just weeping on the floor clutching his necklace, Sam and Taliesin literally shaking with nervousness, Marisha’s face when Matt said “we’ll have to talk” about using True Resurrection on Vax, Liam’s face when Laura said, “…where’s Vax?”
Fucking wonderful feeling, though, when they were all debating the normal approach (fly up and attack) and then just went for it and decided to destroy the entire tower with dual Earthquake spells, everyone perma-winking, with Scanlan standing on Pike’s shoulders and pretending to be a cultist, and everything culminating in Vex calling a literal archlich a “dipshit”. So perfectly Vox Machina.
Yuuri knows from experience that Viktor is just a regular guy. One that managed to win five consecutive golds, set new world records, and flip the skating world and its expectation of what constitutes a reasonable routine on its head, but still.
Even so, after half a decade of marriage and learning to help each other though the less glamorous aspects of being a human navigating the world—it sneaks up on Yuuri, sometimes: the realization of ‘holy shit this is Viktor Nikiforov™ my childhood idol.’
Thirty-year-old Yuuri is privy to things about Viktor’s life that fifteen-year-old Yuuri could’ve never dreamed. Intimate things that extend the trivia bullet points in the Figure Skate Life articles rotting in crumpled piles under his childhood bed. Like how Viktor’s snores sound like a bullfrog gargling marbles when he’s really sleep deprived or how he has very specific hair-related rituals involving mayonnaise and egg whites that Yuuri has a feeling have more to do with allaying his fears of his receding hairline than nourishing his follicles.
Yuuri’s star struck moments never seem to happen when he’d expect, like at the skating rink, watching Viktor transition from an effortless triple axel into a flying sit spin.
Instead, they tend to manifest when it’s just the two of them settling into the interstitial moments between the major plot points of their lives. One minute, Yuuri’s sprawled out on the couch—the laptop on his belly warming the sliver of skin his hiked up shirt reveals. The next, he’s being called over to the bathroom to hand his husband a roll of toilet paper through a crack in the door.
It’s a familiar routine—Viktor can never seem to remember that toilet paper is an integral part of the human waste to toilet exchange—but for whatever reason, this time Yuuri feels the need to text Phichit about it later.
(20:14) I can’t believe I just handed Viktor Nikiforov toilet paper through the door??? He didn’t even pull up his pants?????
(20: 15) You mean Viktor Nikiforov-Katsuki, the man you married five years ago and whose hand you held through a colonoscopy last Spring?
(20:15) ??? I mean I guess?????
It’s a joke at its core—their own personal meme.
‘Oh my god Viktor Nikiforov just took a dirty plate out of the sink and reused it???’
‘Viktor Nikiforov just asked me if I want to go get ice cream. It’s 4 am and I’m ??? ? ??’
There’s an aspect of truth to it, though. Yuuri’s come a long way with his anxiety and self-esteem since his Detroit days, but there remains a persistent, needling part of him that will never quite believe he’s worthy of the love he receives. It was hard enough to come to terms with his family’s affection, and their love is meant to be unconditional.
But despite what Yuuri might believe, Viktor’s not immune to it, either. It hits him unexpectedly, like when he’s chasing Yuuri around their apartment because “your toenails are talons, Yuuri, honestly why do you let them get so long? How is that even comfortable?”
Yuuri squeals and shields himself behind Makkachin, insisting that he’s the toenail Samson and if Viktor trims them, he’ll lose all of his powers.
“What powers?” Viktor folds his arms over his chest with a crooked smile.
“Toenail related ones,” Yuuri says, slapping the nail clippers out of Viktor’s grip.
Viktor stands there—watching Yuuri laugh all crinkle-eyed and rosy-cheeked—and he just wants to sit on the floor and cry because ‘holy shit this is The Boy Who Saved My Life™” and how did he ever get so lucky?