- he’d be really busy a lot of the time, truth be told, but you’d distract him from work so much that he’d give in and spend time with you
- he’d want to get a cat. make that two cats. who am i kidding, he picks up strays from the streets and makes them live with you guys
- when he has free time he’s practically like when a cat needs attention. non-stop nudging and pawing, with kiss attacks
- cuddling is his favorite past time
- he l o v e s when you lean on him or get affectionate as long as you’re considerate of his current stress and responsibilities
- sometimes he gets scared he doesn’t spend enough time with you, or that you’ll realize you might be able to find better elsewhere. he doesn’t feel like he can make you happy but he tries his best for you
It’s another regular Sunday morning - one of those where they like to take their time to get out of bed, and once they do they want to make sure they have a strong coffee on the way. Victor is sipping from his mug, quietly admiring his fiancé’s profile illuminated by the morning light, his tousled hair sticking up in a funny way, so distracted by his natural beauty he doesn’t even register that Yuuri is looking right back at him, smiling softly, probably thinking the same things.
“Vitya,” Yuuri says softly. “Do you remember the first time we met?”
Victor wants to say he does - “Of course, baby! How could I forget?” - but he has a feeling that the first time he remembers is not the same first time Yuuri is talking about, and he really wants to hear the story from Yuuri’s point of view. He takes a long sip, savoring the taste of coffee in his mouth as he scratches Makkachin’s head gently.
“Care to refresh my memory?”
Yuuri, being the sweetheart he is, smiles and stirs on his seat. It’s adorable - almost like he’s counting on Victor’s negative to tell him the story, and Victor is all ears for him.
“Well, I’m… actually not sure if it counts since it was more of a one-sided thing,” he pauses, pouting at the broken cookie he withdraws from his mug. “Oh.”
Victor gives him his cookie, getting up to fetch a spoon. “Go on, I’d love to hear that.”
Yuuri fits the rest of the cookie in his mouth (not surprising) and takes a sip from his coffee, greedy, and there’s something so adorably intimate in that scene that Victor catches himself smiling at him. Yuuri blushes, chewing on his cookie as Victor hands him the spoon.
“I was fifteen,” he starts as Victor takes his seat and scoots closer, eager to listen. “You came to Nagoya for one of those ice shows - Fantasy, I think that was it? - and I’d not shut up about it. I really wanted to go see you, and it wasn’t even like my parents wouldn’t let me go, but I’d bring it up at every opportunity and I think I almost drove Mari crazy with it,” Yuuri laughs at the memory. Victor rests a hand on his thigh, listening carefully. “I was so eager for it that I didn’t even want to consider missing that chance.”
“So you went to Nagoya,” Victor guesses with a smile.
“Yeah! I had some money saved from a local competition prize and Mom agreed to go with me. I bought the tickets the first day they started selling, we managed to get a really good seat and from that moment on I could barely sleep just thinking I’d get to see you up close when skating.”
Yuuri’s eyes light up as he says that, like he’s still that kid, and Victor’s heart swells. He loves his - how comfortable Yuuri’s grown with him to the point he doesn’t blush about confessing what a huge fanboy he’s always been. If anything, it makes Victor blush, thinking he’s not worthy of so much love.
“When the Big Day arrives I can barely sit still. I wake up at 6am and start preparing my bag - we’re not even sleeping over, mind you, but for some reason I want to bring a bag with me - and I’m ready to leave by 9am when I start camping by the door… Anyway,” Yuuri waves his hand and laughs. “We go to Nagoya maybe like two hours earlier than necessary and time just seems to drag until the gates open and we are allowed inside. I know we are notsupposed to throw things on the ice after performances since it’s an exhibition, but the staff asks if we have something to gift the skaters and I’m so excited to show them my crocheted poodle that I made for you,” at this point, Yuuri blushes a little, touching his cheeks and chuckling. “They promise me it’ll be delivered to your dressing room with the small letter I wrote and we’re invited to take our seats…”
Victor smiles. It’s hard to remember all gifts he’s received throughout his skating career - mostly poodle plushies, granted, but Yakov wouldn’t let him keep all of them - but he always made sure to keep letters from his fans. He makes a mental note to show Yuuri his letter-box and look for his letters together.
“Nagoya…” Victor hums, his thumb drawing circles on Yuuri’s thigh. “How old was I then? 19? I don’t remember much about it…”
Yuuri’s eyes light up, taking Victor’s hand in his. “Are you serious? It was one of the most gorgeous exhibitions I’ve ever seen in my entire life! You skated to Arwen’s song, and I have no idea how I managed to see through all my tears - but I did, I can still remember the routine if I close my eyes and think of the melody. It was magic, angelic - you looked so ethereal in your silver and lilac outfit, gliding on the ice, the skirt fluttering behind you, your hair half-braided and flowing like moonlight on a river…”
Yuuri’s voice trembled, and Victor noticed the tears welling in his eyes as he took a deep breath. He felt a knot in his throat - he remembered the exhibition now, remembered exactly how it felt, but he’d never have guessed how deep it had touched spectators. Gently, Victor brought his hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss on the back of Yuuri’s hand as his fiancé wiped a tear.
Victor can’t believe how lucky he is.
“It was so beautiful,” Yuuri sniffs, smiling at him as if he can’t quite believe that years after that, Victor there with him - holding his hand, living together, and that he’s telling him the story of how he fell in love once again with him, and if anyone had told him this was what the future was holding for him Yuuri wouldn’t have believed them.
“I’d never have guessed that the love of my life was out there watching it when I was skating to that routine,” Victor smiles, and he’s not sure if it’s a tear rolling down or if it’s Yuuri’s thumb gently brushing on his cheek.
“I bought the show’s DVD but I start crying every time I hear the first notes of that song,” he chuckles, scooting closer to Victor, seeking to feel more of him and remember how real this is. “Even before that, it was like I was falling in love every time I saw you skate.”
Victor envelops him with an embrace, his fingers threading through Yuuri’s hair as it has become their habit. He can’t bring himself to speak at that moment, but he knows exactly what Yuuri means - the constant falling in love at the smallest details, waking up to remember how blessed he is to have him as fiancé, a man who gets emotional about an encounter that happened years ago, who treasures those memories as preciously as the ones they’ve made together.
Victor feels like he’s the luckiest man in the world. He wants Yuuri to know how much he appreciates him.
so a lot of content creators talk a big talk about the importance of interacting and commenting on other writers’ or artists’ work but don’t necessarily walk the walk - they just expect their content to receive this treatment.
well, if there is anybody who walks the walk (sorry this is so cheesy), it is @o0o-chibaken-o0o. if you scroll down her tumblr you you can see she SCREAMS in the tags of basically every content post she reblogs. always with nice wonderful things that make you (when it’s your work) feel super appreciated.
and ON TOP of that, she also spends so much time on brilliant rec lists that further support and garner appreciation for other writers. and even after sharing her praise in the rec posts themselves, you will STILL find her in the tags because she can’t stop herself writing MORE nice things.
so this post is to show my appreciation back to @o0o-chibaken-o0o who is certainly very deserving of it. no one tags like her. (when would your fave EVER?)
ok I just want to make something clear, if I take ages to answer to you or don’t at all, it doesn’t mean I don’t care abt you, pls I try my best but I’m mentaly ill and sometimes I can’t even find motivation to feed myself much less to talk to people, so pls if you feel hurt tell me about it sometime later when I’m feeling better or something, but don’t act petty towards me or call me bad names, it really makes me feel bad and I really don’t need that kinda toxicity in my life
Commitment has always been scary for me. The thought of devoting myself to one person seemed impossible. I get bored too easily for that. But with you it was different. I could spend eternity listening to your voice, your laugh, and all your stupid little jokes.
Maya, I wanted to ask, if it's or how known it is that Harry (and Louis) aren't straight...within the industry I mean. Is it an open secret there, like do the media know as well? I'm new and I find the whole media image of these two so fascinating (read: devastating) if actually so many know what's really up! Are they seen at gay clubs or out together at industry parties etc. X
Yeah, you know what’s the most surreal part of it all (and it’s not just a Larry/Harry/Louis peculiarity, it’s just how it is for the most part)?! That those same journalists who write the silliest, fakest, most absurd articles you read about Louis’ son, his baby mama, his gfs, his custody struggles, Harry’s womanizer habits, etc etc…they are so aware of the truth, at the very least so aware of the basics there. Like, they literally smirk/sigh/shake their heads/mock while writing their filling pieces.