With only 21 hours to go until the finale hits Crunchyroll, I want you to really think about something.
I want you to look at this boy. Really look.
And now I want you to imagine this: Victor has never been this vulnerable. We know now that he was actually far more reserved, romantic and ridiculous than we ever anticpated. We know now that he was cripplingly lonely and felt shackled to his life as a living legend.
Imagine this: he’s freshly showered, still wet enough to drip, emotionally open, lightly teasing Yuri about Minako and Celestino getting very likely incredibly shitfaced drunk that night. He’s in their shared room, undressed except for a fluffy robe, sitting as far as possible from the door. Yuri is between him and the world. His ring is on his finger, because obviously it is. You don’t take off wedding rings to shower.
Imagine Yuri breaking up with him.
He literally has nowhere to run, no way to make a dignified retreat. It’s easily the worst position Yuri could possibly put him in for a conversation about ending anything that Victor wouldn’t want to end.
This is what happens when you get deep into Yuri on Ice and still have a place in your heart for Destiel so here’s some ice skating + Destiel
“Oh my god. Look! Is that who I think it is?”
“Right over there! On the ice rink!”
Dean rubbed his hands together briskly as he half-listened to the conversation that was getting louder from directly behind him in line. He frowned at the hole he’d just noticed in one of his knitted gloves - but they were something he’d quickly picked up at the dollar store, so he couldn’t be too upset over cheap quality.
“I don’t know what you’re -”
“I swear to god, Anna. Use your eyes and tell me that’s not him.”
The skate rental line wasn’t as long as he’d been expecting, but Dean had already been standing in the cold air for five minutes with nothing to do for entertainment but eavesdrop. Trying not to show he’d been listening in, Dean casually looked over his shoulder until he had a good view of the people currently skating on the rink. There were a few families slowly dragging each other along the ice, plenty of couples holding hands and laughing, a few people racing around the rink, and one lone skater doing a very impressive spin in the center that eventually slowed to a stop.
“Oh, I think… I think you’re right…”
The voice that had previously seemed to doubt her friend apparently belonged to a redheaded woman that was almost directly behind him.
“Told you.” Dean saw the blonde woman smirk out of the corner of his eyes. “What the hell is Castiel Novak doing here?”